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This is where we keep all the securities for our clients, Father.

Securities? What about cash?

Heh, this is a brokerage house, not a bank.

We just keep negotiable bonds here.

But they're easily convertible to cash.

- Really? - Yes.

The face value is written on each one. See?

Hmm. How interesting.

Especially for someone on a fixed income, like your parishioner, Mrs...?

Carmichael. Yes, she's very concerned about financial risk.

At her age, she can't afford to lose her life savings.

Frankly, Father, if she's keeping her stocks and bonds at home,

she's already taking a great risk.

If Mrs. Carmichael gave Abramson & Sloan

authority to manage her investments,

we could store her bonds here, safe in our vault.

Mm-hm.

- I'm embarrassed to ask. - Yes, Father?

Well, you say that these bonds are convertible to cash.

Forgive me, how secure are you really?

I mean, for instance, what are the chances of a robbery?

Father. Heh. FRANK: Hmm.

Our security system is state-of-the-art.

We have visual surveillance, alarms, guards, an electronic locking system.

The only way anyone can get into our vault is if we let them in.

That's most reassuring.

Well, I've made up my mind. I'll be back at 2:00.

You and Mrs. Carmichael?

Actually, I'm coming with her son and the family lawyer.

He has the power of attorney.

Oh, uh, I'm parked out back.

Oh, use our rear door, Father. It's less of a walk.

Thank you for putting my mind at rest.

- Father Dowling, it's a pleasure. - Hmm.

Goodbye.

There you are.

Good morning, Father.

Everything's all set. Be back here at 2:00.

Are you sure he'll do it, Blaine?

My brother is a priest, and he's about to become his brother's keeper.

Why don't you watch where you're going. You almost hit me.

Sir, you were jaywalking. Can I see some ID, please?

Oh. Well, make it snappy, will you? I'm in a hurry.

Dispatch, give me a check on a Blaine Dowling.

DISPATCHER: Roger. Multiple offender.

Sir, are you aware you have over 20 unpaid parking violations outstanding?

Are you aware that you have a face that could stop a moose?

All right, that's it, let's go.

Thank you.

Mm. Marie, these are wonderful.

It's a new recipe for the batter, no eggs. You're sure they're light enough?

Mm.

My first husband, Mr. Sweeney, always said

that a pancake should be like a cloud.

More air than water.

These pancakes were made in heaven.

That's where Mr. Sweeney is.

Father Dowling? Oh, good.

I was afraid you'd leave before we talked.

- Oh, heaven forbid, Phil. - Hmm. Late breakfast?

Father Dowling was up until 2 in the morning

making posters for the St. Michael's Annual Street Fair, Phil.

Remember you said you were going to help us with the parish fundraising?

That is why I'm here, Sister.

Here you are, Frank.

"The Fine Art of Fundraising"?

"How to Beg Without Pleading."

"Your Money or Your Hype."

"Getting Others to Give for Their Own Good." Phil, what is this?

A motivational training program, Frank.

Modern fundraising techniques for the non-profit corporation.

St. Michael's Church is not a corporation, Phil.

But the principles are the same, Frank.

Fundraising is the fiscal heart of parish life.

The bishop feels that you could be doing a lot more to raise donations,

so consider these tapes my little contribution toward that effort.

The parishioners of St. Michael's are giving all they can afford.

People always feel that they are giving all they can afford.

But as tape six tells us,

the average pocket is much deeper than we think.

I'll get it, Marie.

Mm, those pancakes smell delicious, Marie.

Do they? Thanks.

Hello?

What?

I'll be right there.

- I'll warm the griddle. - If it's not too much bother.

Don't they feed you at the diocese, Phil?

I've a very active metabolism, Sister.

Does the word "cholesterol" mean anything to you?

Steve, I, uh, have to run an errand downtown.

Okay. I'll drive you.

The car is acting up a little. With luck, I should be able to get it started.

What? Oh, no. Don't bother, Steve.

I called a cab. I'm just going to wait for it outside.

Frank, what about these tapes?

Please. Later, Phil.

Well, what do you suppose that was all about?

I don't know.

But I don't think he won the lottery.

Parking tickets? You're in jail because of unpaid parking tickets?

How careless of you, Blaine.

What can I say, Frank? I had other things on my mind.

What other things?

- You remember Great-uncle George? - Yeah.

He moved to Montana when we were kids. I thought he died years ago.

Actually, the old boy kicked off last month.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Guess who he named as his only heirs, Frank?

That's right, you and me.

I didn't know Uncle George had any money.

$100,000 in negotiable bonds.

I was going to tell you all about it.

Yeah, but you had other things on your mind.

Listen, if that's true, it's a godsend.

St. Michael's can use the money.

There's one little problem.

And what's that?

Well, according to the terms of the will,

one of us has to sign the estate papers at 2:00 this afternoon.

I planned to go myself when this happened.

My lawyer is posting bail,

but with the paperwork, I won't get out of here until tonight.

And what happens if the papers aren't signed by 2:00?

The entire estate goes to his favorite charity, the United Dog Fund.

I was counting on my share to retire.

What?

I've been a hustler too long, Frank.

Maybe the marks aren't as gullible as they used to be.

Maybe I'm losing the edge. Whatever.

But the truth is, I'm tired and I want out.

This money is my chance to go straight.

What do you say, Frank? Will you go and sign the papers?

Why don't I believe you, Blaine?

Go to the brokers and see for yourself. What's the harm in that?

Frank, you know you cannot trust him. It's got to be a con.

All Blaine wants me to do is to sign some papers at a brokerage house.

Now, what could possibly be wrong with that?

I don't know.

But when Blaine is involved, anything is possible.

- He says he wants to go straight. - And you believe him?

Well, I have to look for the good that's in him.

You could be looking for a long time, Frank.

I can't refuse to accept the possibility of Blaine's redemption, now can I?

Well, if you're not going to change your mind, let me drive you.

No. I better do this alone.

Besides, you have to cover for me at the hospital luncheon.

There's my cab.

Frank, you really should listen to these tapes.

- Not now, Phil. - They're excellent.

And with St. Michael's finances as shaky as they are...

Philip, that's my cab out...

You can't afford to miss an opportunity to improve your fundraising efforts.

Philip!

Sorry, Frank.

As long as I'm pastor here,

I will handle St. Michael's difficult fundraising

- my own way, in my own time. - Yes, but Frank...

Besides, St. Michael's may be coming

into a substantial amount of money this afternoon.

Is that right? That's wonderful. How?

Well, why don't you wait to find out.

Don't look at me.

He said to use the rear entrance. I guess this is it, huh?

Father Dowling, good to see you again.

Father Dowling, right on time. Right this way.

What are you doing? - Guess.

- This is a robbery. - Oh, my God.

Play your cards right, you won't get hurt. Tell her, Padre.

That's right. I'm sure these men are professionals. What's this for?

Protection. Keep her covered, or she's dead and so are you.

Oh, no.

Get in!

For God's sake, why?

Hey, you want to make your getaway, don't you?

Getaway? Oh, Lord.

You on for tonight? I'm feeling lucky.

Yeah, should hear something around 4:30.

- Call me. You know where I'll be. - Oh, yeah, you practically live there.

Okay, Arnie. Here is as good a place as any.

Let's go, Padre.

Come on. Come on.

Nice working with you, Father.

- You won't get away with this. - I'll take that bet.

Marie, am I in your way?

Oh, no more than usual.

- What? - Never mind.

Hey, Phil.

Phil, would you help me put these posters up around the parish?

- Phil? - What? Oh.

Sister Stephanie, I have just been listening to tape 12,

which is "Your Time and Their Money."

I think I have the solution to St. Michael's fundraising crisis.

- What? - Telephone solicitation.

- You mean like dialing for donations? - Exactly. Heh, heh, heh.

I can't wait till Frank hears this.

- Neither can I. - Ha, ha, ha.

I'll get it.

Oh, hi.

Marie. Father.

Sergeant.

Where's Frank?

He's out.

Is something wrong?

Father Dowling just robbed a brokerage house downtown.

Oh!

You got any knives or weapons on you?

Didn't I see you on State Street the other day?

No, you didn't, man. I don't even go up there.

Sergeant, this is terrible. It's all my fault.

Your fault? How is it your fault?

There must be some mistake.

I thought so too, but then I saw the tape made by the vault security camera.

Frank was on the tape?

Big as life and holding a gun.

Oh, now, that I don't believe, not Father Dowling.

There were plenty of witnesses, Marie. Frank did it.

I don't know why he did it, but he did do it.

I blame myself. I worried Frank about money.

Finally, he said he'd handle the parish fundraising problem his own way.

Fundraising problems?

Now, wait a minute, Father Dowling is no thief.

But he said that St. Michael's was coming into big money.

He snapped under the pressure and I drove him to it.

Father Dowling did not do anything. Where is he now, Clancy?

I was hoping you'd tell me.

But if you don't know and you do hear from him, tell him we've got to talk.

Blaine.

Blaine? STEVE: Blaine.

His no-good brother. He did it.

That's what I thought, but it turns out brother Blaine has got an alibi.

He's in jail.

Can't get any more airtight than that.

You set him up.

Sister, how could you think such a thing.

How uncharitable of you.

The police say that Frank stole half a million dollars in negotiable bonds

from a brokerage house, Blaine.

So I heard. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Shocking, isn't it?

You have got to tell the cops that you set him up.

Are you asking me to lie?

Sister, the last time I looked, that was still a sin.

He's your brother.

You know, he's your brother. Doesn't that mean anything to you, Blaine?

Well, if you like, I could suggest a good lawyer.

Next time you see him, tell Frank confession is good for the soul.

- Steve. - Unh!

Frank, what are you doing here?

I figured you'd come to see Blaine when you found out what happened.

He denied everything, right?

Yeah. Frank, you got to go see Clancy. You got to set the record straight.

Tell her that Blaine set you up.

I have no proof, Steve.

Clancy is not going to arrest Blaine on my unsubstantiated accusations.

In a few hours, Blaine is going to be released from jail.

He's going to split the stolen bonds with his partners and they'll be gone.

I've got to find those stolen bonds and get proof of Blaine's involvement.

Why did it have to be you, Frank?

Because I'm his brother.

And because I'm the one he framed.

Let's go.

I don't think Father Prestwick is here, Frank.

Good.

Steve, I noticed something about the thieves when I was with them.

One of them was a bodybuilder,

and judging from the way he looks, he probably goes to the gym every day.

Well, there are a lot of gyms in Chicago.

Oh, sister, I've just been over to church saying a rosary.

Father Dowling, are you all right? Where have you been?

Do you know the police are looking for you?

Where'd you find that coat? Come over, sit down.

I'm giving you something to eat.

I'm fine, Marie. Really, it's all right. This whole thing is a misunderstanding.

Yeah, some misunderstanding. Clancy thinks you're a bank robber.

A bond robber, actually.

Look, everything is going to be all right.

I just have to check the phone book and then I've got to go out for a while.

Are you hungry? I'll fix you some sandwiches.

Sly, the bodybuilder, was wearing a T-shirt. It had a name on it.

But I could only make out a couple of letters.

There was an "A" and a "V" and underneath was a "Y."

Here it is.

- Here it is, Frank. Dave's Gym. - Okay.

- On Fourth Street. - A-V-E-S...

- G-Y-M. - That's it.

The other robber, Lou, said he'd call Sly at 4:30,

and I'll bet that Sly will be at this gym.

It's almost 4:00 now.

So, what do you say, Frank? Let's get physical.

This is so mortifying.

You don't want to get caught, do you?

Well, of course not.

Sneaking around like this makes me feel like I've done something wrong.

I know it's ridiculous.

Steve. Look, that's him.

Let's hope he can lead us to the bonds.

Well, we'll see.

Excuse me.

Hi, members only.

Oh, do you have like a trial membership?

He's nervous. It's his first time.

Well, you can purchase a one-day workout pass at our special rate,

and I'll be happy to get you dressed and show you around.

Great.

- No pain, no gain, Frank. - Heh, heh, heh.

There he is.

It's almost 4:30. Sly should be getting that call any minute.

Go hang out by the phone, Frank. I'll keep him busy.

Okay.

- Hi. - Hi, how you doing?

Good. That looks hard.

It ain't easy.

How much can you lift?

I bench 280 and I jerk 320.

Really? I'm impressed.

I've got 225 on the bar right now.

No kidding? Well, you make it look like a feather.

That's nothing. Slip another 50 on the bar.

Really?

Yeah, go ahead.

Okay. Go ahead.

Uh-uh-uh. No standing around, sir. Come on, house rules.

Let's get you strapped into something.

Maybe we should start with something easy. How about the treadmill?

I'm waiting for a phone call.

Well, they'll call you. What's your name?

Never mind.

Okay, now, you can start this at any pace you want.

How about stationary?

- Kidding. - Heh, heh, heh.

Let's see.

Oh, I think that phone call is for me. I...

Could you please turn this off.

It's okay, Charlie has got it.

Dave's Gym.

Yeah. Hold on, I'll get him.

Please, will you turn this thing off. I've really had enough.

I think I tore a ligament or a tendon or something.

You'll never get into shape with that attitude.

You know what they say: No pain, no gain.

That's all right with me.

- Hey, are you Sly? - Yeah.

You got a phone call.

Need me to spot you?

- I think I pulled something. - Yeah, I think you did.

Hello, are you waiting for Sly?

He can't come to the phone right now

and he asked me to take a message.

Uh-huh.

Southside Tavern in an hour.

Yeah, sure, sure. I'll tell him.

Yeah. Goodbye.

It's harder than it looks, huh? I'm sorry you hurt yourself.

Uh-huh.

Poor guy, his eyes are bigger than his biceps.

Sly is going to meet Lou for a poker game at Southside Tavern in an hour,

but we're gonna be there instead.

- What about Sly? - I called Clancy, told her to pick him up.

We'd better get out of here.

Yeah, I'd better get home and change into my poker outfit.

Marie, we must do something to help Father Dowling.

Well, didn't the bishop have any ideas? You did tell him, didn't you?

Beef stew? Oh!

My favorite! Marie, do you mind?

- What exactly did the bishop say? - Well, he, uh...

Marie, I opened my mouth to tell him

- and I hyperventilated. - Oh.

The bishop thought I was choking. He started smacking me on the back.

He's quite strong, you know, for a man of his position.

I'm sore from my neck to just below my scapula here.

- So you didn't tell the bishop at all. - No, I...

You can't present His Excellency with problems, Marie,

unless they are accompanied with great solutions.

But you don't have a solution.

I thought that Father Dowling could perhaps go underground,

you know, with one of those witness protection programs?

Well, I think you have to be guilty before you can do that.

- Oh, no. - Oh! He can join the Foreign Legion.

I've got an angel food cake in there.

Do you want it to come out fallen flat as a pancake?

Forget the Foreign Legion, Marie. He doesn't speak French.

Think, think, think.

Oh, no, Marie.

I'm just looking for an easy way out.

I obviously need to go and speak to the bishop now.

- Yes. - This needs salt.

- Oh! - Oh!

I'm sorry, Marie. I'm off to the bishop.

Lord, forgive me for what I'm thinking.

If I can convince Lou that I'm Blaine,

maybe we can find out where those bonds are.

Frank, do you play poker?

I've played gin rummy.

I'd better stick close.

- Hello, Lou. - Hey, boss.

You made it out of jail, huh? - Hmm.

Hey, I see you don't waste much time, huh?

- How you doing, babe? - Good.

Who's this?

Blaine Dowling, my boss. Boss, meet Franco.

Hi. LOU: Jackie.

How are you?

- Lobo. - Hi.

Hi.

We're waiting for Sly.

Sly is not going to be able to make it.

- No, he had engine trouble. - Oh. Wow.

He ought to take that piece of tin to Arnie's, huh? Ha, ha, ha.

- Hey, you gonna sit in? - Oh, yeah. Yeah.

The ante is two large.

Who's ante is too large?

Two hundred dollars. I didn't quite bring that much with me.

Then you're out of here. - Hey, Franco.

Hmm? He's good for it, huh? Heh, heh, heh.

After today, we're all good for it, right, Blaine?

The greens are 25, the whites are 100.

Let's play cards.

So, uh, how did the withdrawal go, Lou?

Oh, it went great.

The paperwork in a safe place?

Yeah, dropped it off at Arnie's, just like you said.

Mm-hm.

All right, I'll open for 50.

Uh, I'm in.

I'm in.

I'm out. Going to save me some money.

- Jack? - I'm in. Give me four.

You can only take three.

Give me three.

What about you, huh?

Uh, I'll take two.

Who's playing, you or her?

Dealer is good.

He's a good dealer.

I'll bet right into that bad hand. Fifty.

How come Arnie is not in the game?

Arnie has got a business to run, you know that. I'm out.

- What are you doing? - Oh.

I'm in.

I'll see that 50

and raise it 500.

I'm out.

Hey. You going to call or what?

- In a minute. - No, you don't got a minute.

All right.

I'm in.

Read them and weep.

Ho-ho.

Flush. Heh.

I have the same thing.

Except mine seems to be in consecutive order.

What is...?

Read them and weep.

You lousy cheat.

Frank!

- Hey, Lou, I'm sorry. - Forget it.

- I wasn't aiming at you. - Forget it, forget it. I said forget it.

Where's Frank?

He's not here.

I can see that. Where is he?

I don't know, exactly.

Come on. I'll walk you to your car.

No, you don't have to do that, really. It's fine.

I insist.

Look, if you see Frank, tell him I don't think that he stole those bonds.

But he's got to come in,

or somebody is gonna make a case that he's an accessory.

Understand?

When I see him, I'll tell him.

Do that.

Psst.

- You're getting good at this, Frank. - I wish I weren't.

- Where to? - Back to the rectory. I have to think.

Frank.

I think Marie is out shopping.

Why don't you go in and relax and I'll make you some tea, okay?

Hello, Frank.

I guess we'd better talk, huh?

I guess we'd better.

Frank, there you are. Thank goodness.

Where have you been? Are you all right?

- Is he under arrest? - No, Father. Not yet.

- I'm fine, Phil. - Oh, Frank.

The bishop has already spoken to me about this. He's extremely upset.

But he wants you to know you'll be getting the best legal advice available,

as well as psychiatric help, of course.

Well, thanks for your concern, Phil.

Temporary insanity is probably your best defense.

I've spoken to several top lawyers about this.

Mm-hm. Thank you, Phil.

Now if you'll excuse us,

Sergeant Clancy and I have a few things we'd like to discuss.

Do you think that's a good idea without counsel present?

- Well, I'll take my chances. - All right.

Frank, tell me you didn't do it.

- Clancy. - Sorry, I had to ask.

Blaine did it, didn't he? He set you up.

You know, Frank, I was thinking that...

Surprise.

Surprise.

When does Blaine get out of jail?

He posted bail. He'll be on the street as soon as the paperwork is processed.

Two hours.

Clancy, give me those two hours.

So you can play detective, Frank?

Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you're in?

I have never asked for a favor, but I'm asking for one now.

I need those two hours.

You never make it easy, do you, Frank?

Two hours. Then I want you downtown and we'll see where it goes from there.

Thank you, Clancy.

You know, Frank, I got to tell you, this really looks like a dead end.

Sly and Lou are out of the picture, and we haven't found those stolen bonds yet.

Lou and Sly left the bonds with Arnie,

and Lou said Arnie owns his own business, but what kind of a business?

I think it had something to do with cars.

Because, remember, he said that Sly should take his car to Arnie's,

which means that he either sells cars or he fixes them or something.

Wait a minute.

Arnie had grease ground into his hands and under his fingernails.

The hands of a mechanic.

You owe us ten large, Arnie boy, not to mention the vig.

Not to mention the vig.

Well, one good thing:

If the wagon breaks down, maybe this guy Arnie can fix it.

You going to be Blaine again?

It worked before.

We've been patient.

Very patient. But you keep stalling.

What excuse you have for us this time, Arnie boy?

Did your uncle die again, eh? We want our money!

- Yeah, we want our money. - Where is it?

- Yeah, where is it? - This time tomorrow. I swear!

Not good enough, Arnie boy.

Not good enough.

Do him, Bud.

- Why don't you do him? - Okay, I'll do him.

No. Oh, God, no. Please.

No, don't kill me, please! No!

Okay, that's enough.

Boss!

Party's over.

Time to call it a day. Just drop your hardware nice and easy.

I thought you were still in jail. Thank God you showed up.

Yes, he moves in strange and mysterious ways.

Uh, I mean, looks like I got here just in time.

Just a little credit matter and they went crazy.

You going to waste them, boss?

- Well, uh... - Wait a minute. Give us a break.

Yeah, give us a break.

Let's put them in the trunk and get them up on the rack.

Good idea. You heard the lady.

Move. Go, go, go.

- Get in there. - Get in. Get in, get in

- Go! In the trunk. - Hey, easy. All right.

- Watch the suit. - Duck.

- You can't do this. - Who's she?

Let us out of here.

She's with an organization I do business with.

Now, look, Arnie, let's get serious. Where is the loot?

Boss, what kind of a question is that?

You think I'm holding out on you?

That's not what I'm saying. I just want to know where it is.

Well, it's right where you told me to put t.

Uh-huh. So that's where it still is, huh?

That's right. Boss, what's going on?

- Is there a double-cross or something? - No. No double-cross.

Look, we're not getting anywhere.

Just stop playing 20 questions and answer the man, all right?

Or I'm going to let your friends down

and they can continue their conversation with you.

What's going on?

Wait a minute. You're not the boss.

- You're his brother, the real priest. - Can't fool you.

We still need to know where the bonds are, Arnie.

So either you tell us or you tell them. It's up to you.

- Open it up! - No. No, all right, leave them there.

The bonds are in Blaine's car.

That's where he told me to leave them. North Avenue and Sedgewick.

It's a silver sedan. The bonds are in the trunk.

- Open it up! - Thanks.

Sorry, Arnie, but the cops are following me everywhere.

Come on, come on, open up!

Arnie lied to us, Frank.

- I don't think so, Steve. - So then where's the car?

Where's the half a million dollars in negotiable bonds?

I don't know.

Blaine is going to be getting out of jail any minute now.

What are we going to do?

Not only haven't we got the bonds, we've eliminated Blaine's partners.

He gets all the money, and I get to go downtown with Sergeant Clancy.

He's won, Steve. Blaine has won.

Father, we were all so worried about you. Did you find the money?

Hate to say it, Marie, but I think Blaine outsmarted me.

We're all out of leads.

It can't be as bad as all that. - Heh, heh.

I just don't know what else to do.

Blaine tricked me into helping his men rob the brokerage house.

And then those men put the stolen bonds in his car,

and now Blaine's car is gone

and I haven't got one shred of proof to connect Blaine with the robbery.

Frank, not to be the pessimist,

but I think it's time you should give some thought to your legal defense.

Oh, heh, heh. Not now. Please, Phil. No.

Frank, I just don't think you realize the seriousness of your situation.

- Yes, I do. - It's a felony, Frank.

- I know. - He knows, Father.

Marie, it isn't like parking tickets, where you just pay them and walk away.

Parking tickets?

We have to file this writ of habeas corpus, arrange bail.

There might even be a grand jury.

Why did he get so many parking tickets?

- What? - Sorry?

Why didn't he just pay them? Unless he had a reason not to.

Steve.

You call Clancy and tell her I'm going to give myself up.

Oh.

Blaine? They're letting you out?

Looks like they're putting you in, Frank.

You can't let them do it. You've got to tell them the truth.

- Come on, Father, let's go. - No, wait. Please.

Blaine, tell Clancy you're the one who stole the bonds.

How could I have done that when I was in jail?

Speaking of jail, I don't think you're going to enjoy the experience.

- You can't do this, Blaine. - But look at the brighter side.

They can always use another priest in there.

But I'm innocent! BLAINE: Hmm.

That's what they all say. Right, sergeant?

Goodbye, Frank. Good luck.

Here you go.

Cash, driver's license.

Let me have my keys.

- There you go, sir. - Thank you.

You bet.

It almost worked, Blaine.

You're supposed to be in jail.

No.

You're supposed to think I'm in jail.

That way when you got out, you'd be free to come here and pick up your car.

You set me up.

Suppose it runs in the family.

You parked your car in a tow-away zone

knowing it would be impounded after Arnie stuffed the bonds in the trunk.

You counted on the police not searching it.

They'd never know that the trunk was filled with stolen bonds.

That's very good, Frank.

- Put it away, Blaine. - Oh, why should I?

Because of them.

You're coming with me.

- No. - I'll do it, Frank. Don't think I won't.

Anybody moves, he gets it.

Let's go.

When did it happen, Blaine?

When did you make the decision?

When did you decide to put your humanity behind you?

Keep moving, Frank.

Keep moving.

I can't let you get away with this, Blaine.

Keep moving.

This is as far as I go.

I'm warning you, Frank. I'll kill you if I have to.

No, you won't.

You can't. I'm your brother.

Do you think that matters to me?

I hate you more because you are my brother.

I hate your sanctimonious, holier-than-thou attitude.

I always have.

I hate everything you stand for, everything about you.

What I hate most is that you don't hate me.

You're right.

I love you, Blaine.

And I know you won't pull that trigger.

You're wrong, Frank.

And this is the last time I'm going to tell you.

Move or you're a dead man.

- You'd really do it? - I will do it!

Then go ahead.

Damn you, Frank.

Clancy.

Drop it.

That was way too close, Frank.

You took a terrible chance.

I knew he wouldn't shoot me.

How did you know that?

Well, he didn't, did he?

Let's go home.

Yay.

- Great. Now do "Jailhouse Rock." - Oh.

Father Dowling?

Father Dowling, this is terrible.

How am I going to pay for all of these?

Pay for what?

Those lawyers I consulted on behalf of your legal defense.

Every single one of them billed me for their time.

And their time was extraordinarily expensive, Frank.

I had no idea.

I can't tell the bishop. What am I going to do?

It's not good to have lawyers mad at you, Father.

How was I supposed to know that they'd bill me for a simple phone conversation?

Fifty dollars for 15 minutes.

This guy charged me $200 for half an hour.

Only lawyers have this kind of money.

Fortunately, the brokerage house paid us a reward for returning the bonds.

Reward?

Yes.

Enough to take care of your legal bills and a bit left over to fix the parish car.

So everything is going to be just fine.

Thank heavens.

Besides, if worse comes to worse and you still don't have enough money...

You can always rob a bank.