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Father Dowling's overdrawn again?

Hmm, by several hundred dollars.

I'd call him, but this is so awkward, Sister.

Well, don't call and don't worry.

I'll straighten out St. Michael's books

and I'll bring 'em back first thing tomorrow.

I appreciate that, Sister Stephanie.

Thank you.

No problem, I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Pearson.

- All right. - Oh, holy...!

I'm so sorry, are you okay?

I'm all right, I'm okay.

Oh, dear.

- A-Are you all right? - I'm fine.

Actually what I am is embarrassed.

Could you help me up?

Oh, of course, here.

You shouldn't be embarrassed.

I ran into you.

Actually I kind of enjoyed it.

It's not every day I get to have a woman fall all over me.

Oh, I'm sorry, I should introduce myself.

Uh, you're

Sister Stephanie from St. Michael's parish.

I'm psychic.

No, actually I couldn't help but overhear.

I'm Nick Moran.

Hi, hi.

Hmm.

You don't feel like a nun.

Well, what I am is a klutz.

Um, listen, can I help you?

- Can I, can I drive you home? - No, I have a friend coming

- to pick me up in a couple of minutes. - All right, I'm...

I am so sorry.

Don't worry about it, no harm done.

- Okay. - Hope to see you again,

but next time wear a bell so I can hear you coming.

Okay, I'll have bells on.

It was nice bumping into you, Mr. Moran.

- Bye. - Nick.

Take care of yourself, Stephanie.

It's all there and it balances.

Sister Stephanie, what would Father Dowling do without you?

Well, he takes pretty good care of me, too, Mr. Pearson.

Thanks, bye.

Good-bye, Sister.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.

Stephanie?

- With bells on. - Yeah.

How are you?

Good... lost but good.

Well, what can I do to help?

I can never find the safe deposit vault.

Maybe you could point me in the right direction.

I'll do better than that.

I'll take you there myself.

Excellent.

My friends call me Steve.

Good-bye, Mr. Allen, have a nice weekend.

Bye.

Hi.

Sister Stephanie, it's so nice to see you.

Thanks.

Good morning, Mr. Moran.

What brings you here, Sister?

She was kind enough to lead me in the right direction.

After I've been a customer a little longer

I'll know my way around.

Any of us will be happy to help you,

Mr. Moran.

Why don't you step in?

Oh, you're going to hate me, Miss Higgins,

but I've lost my key.

No problem, Mr. Moran, we'll be happy to issue you another key.

I'll get the forms.

Thanks.

Tell me the truth, Stephanie.

She made a face, right?

Yeah.

What happened?

Um, power failure... The lights are out.

Stay put.

Now Nick's got two minutes.

Okay, turn it back on.

There you are.

The lights are back on.

Light or dark, it's all the same to me.

Oh, just what we need.

A power failure on Friday.

You two okay?

- Yeah. - Good.

We have to run a systems check, Sister Stephanie.

I'm sorry, but would you mind coming back?

Nick?

This bank's exciting,

what with women falling all over me and sirens blaring.

I can't wait to come back.

Okay, bye.

Bye.

- Hey. - There's a man waiting to see you.

He seems real upset.

His name's Bowles.

- Ian Bowles? - Yeah, that's the one.

He's in the study.

Come on, Steve.

Mr. Bowles, I'm Father Dowling and this is Sister Stephanie.

Hello.

We met at the bishop's lunch last week.

Oh, yes.

Please excuse this unannounced visit,

but I have a serious problem.

How can I help you?

There was a theft from my safe deposit box this morning.

Miss Higgins told me the only two customers

at the safe deposit area were Sister Stephanie

and a blind man.

Well, what makes you think the theft took place today?

Yesterday I put the item that was lost

in my safe deposit box at closing time.

Last night I put the key in the desk.

This morning the key was missing,

now the item is missing.

Steve, do you know who this man is or where we can find him?

No, all I know... His name is Nick.

I don't know where he lives.

Call me if you remember anything.

The item that was lost is of the utmost importance to me

and I want it back.

Thank you.

Frank, um, this guy Nick...

You know, when I was helping him up

I saw him keep from hitting his head on the table.

He kind of ducked.

Maybe Mr. Bowles is right.

Well, I got to go make a statement to the police.

I just saw Ian Bowles getting into a limousine.

He was here at St. Michael's?

Briefly.

What did he want?

What is he giving you?

He's not giving us anything.

Come on, Frank, Ian Bowles, mega-millionaire

known for his philanthropy.

Last year when the bishop made him Diocese Layman of the Year,

St. Patrick's got a new bus and St. Tim's got a new wing.

So, what is it?

We could use a new vacuum cleaner.

Mr. Bowles was here for personal reasons.

He's a personal friend?

Frank, I'm impressed.

Wait a minute, I've got an idea.

The bishop's birthday celebration is coming up;

I'm in charge of the festivities.

We'll turn his birthday party into, into a fund-raiser

for the homeless and you'll ask Mr. Bowles to be chairman.

People will donate like crazy.

I'll ask him no such thing.

He's got a lot on his mind.

Oh, please, Frank, you must.

It's charity.

The bishop would love it.

Are you coming, Frank?

Oh, yes.

Excuse us.

A new

car?

A new rectory?

With a self-cleaning oven?

Father. Sister Stephanie.

Clancy.

Church business, I hope.

Well, not really.

We came to ask you about the theft

from the safe deposit box at First National Bank.

What theft?

Father Dowling. Sister.

Uh, Mr. Bowles,

why didn't you report your theft to the police?

Please, uh, be seated.

I don't know what to say.

This, uh, missing item...

Is it something that might embarrass you?

Very astute, Father.

It's a journal.

Actually, it's a diary

of various romantic liaisons I've had with several ladies.

Several of these ladies are married,

they're all wealthy and socially prominent,

and I must protect their reputations.

And you've got your own to look after, too.

I don't deny that.

I like to think

that I've given something back to this community,

so you can understand why I can't go to the police.

Don't you realize

that whoever has that diary is going to blackmail you?

Yeah, you got a really big problem.

I know.

And I'm certain that you understand

that what I've told you is in the strictest of confidence.

You can't reveal this to anyone.

Mr. Bowles, you're tying our hands.

So be it.

This is a matter of ethics, Father.

I have your word, and Sister's, that this will go no further?

You leave us no choice.

Hmm.

Do you suppose that Mr. Bowles has already been contacted

by whoever stole his book?

Well, if he has, he's not gonna tell us.

Oh. Who would imagine

that Ian Bowles could live such a lurid secret life, huh?

Not the bishop,

or he wouldn't have made him Layman of the Year.

Yeah, at least he's trying

to protect the women he's, uh...

befriended?

I just can't imagine

that Nick had anything to do with this, Frank.

- I sure hope you're right. - There's only

one way to find out.

We got to find Nick.

So, if you could give me Nick Moran's home address,

I really want to take those forms over to him myself.

He's not a member of your parish?

Well, I don't even know if he's Catholic.

We just ran into each other.

That's nice that you wanted to help him.

If only there were more people like you, Sister.

I'll have it for you in a second.

Thanks.

Oh, stop frowning, Frank.

We knocked.

We always knock.

If we're gonna look around the room, let's do it fast.

It's a mob hotel.

Yeah, I know.

The guy at the desk didn't even bother to hide his gun.

The lobby looks like a hooker convention.

I'm gonna check the bathroom.

Closet's empty. No clothes, nothing.

Toothbrush and a razor.

Well, your friend travels light.

The desk clerk tell me you're looking for Nick Moran.

That's right.

He don't live here anymore, so you got nobody to visit.

Oh, well...

in that case, we'll be leaving.

Right... right behind you.

Mr. Farina, Nick had a couple of visitors.

I doubt that Nick Moran is blind.

What do you mean, Frank?

A blind man would not have a room on the third floor.

He'd want to be on the ground floor in case of fire.

And in his room, there was an open magazine

on the table next to his bed.

Frank, why would Nick pretend to be blind?

Well, what better way to learn the layout of a bank

that you were planning to rob in the dark?

He probably rented that room

so he'd have an address to give to the bank.

Listen, I know it doesn't look good for Nick,

but I just... I just have this feeling

that he's not such a bad guy.

So far, the evidence says he is.

Hi, Phil.

- There you are. - Oh, Father Prestwick.

I was so lost in thought, I didn't hear you come in.

- Hmm. - Have you spoken to Mr. Ian Bowles?

Not about the bishop's birthday, no.

Priorities, Frank.

We want the bishop blowing out candles

with a smile on his face.

What's this?

I've been searching my mind

for a theme for the bishop's birthday fund-raiser.

Something punchy that would entice Ian Bowles.

I've got it.

"From Wall Street to your street.

We're bullish on charity."

Certainly has punch.

Sister Stephanie, what do you think?

Um, I think it's time

to get the oil changed in the car.

While you're at it,

have Mr. Moneybags donate a lemon pie.

Father Prestwick just ate the last piece.

Wonderful sense of humor.

All set, Sister.

How much do I owe you, Mike?

A rosary will do it.

Hey, thanks.

Bye.

Hey, Nick!

I've been thinking about you.

Me, too.

You know, there was a robbery at the bank.

Safe deposit box, when the power went out.

No kidding.

Yeah.

Well, I didn't hear or s... sense anything odd, did you?

Pretty hard to hear anything with those sirens blaring.

You know, Nick, um,

when the lights went out, I reached for your arm,

but you weren't there.

Where were you?

Doing what I was taught to do.

You see, I learned

that when there's a problem in public,

you head for the nearest wall.

That way, you don't get trampled by all you seeing types

who tend to panic.

Smart.

I got kind of worried about you, you know, and I asked

the bank for your address, and I, um...

I went to your hotel.

You didn't?

Oh.

I'm so embarrassed.

Why?

'Cause I didn't know what kind of place it was

until a friend came to pick me up.

He told me I was staying with ladies of the night.

Of the morning and of the late afternoon.

Yeah. So, you didn't know?

I guess I should have been able

to tell by the perfume, but...

Stephanie, um...

I-I can't see,

but I know you're...

beautiful.

How do you know that?

Instinct.

I don't know how I know.

I just know.

Well, listen, I got to get back to the rectory.

Do you need a lift or anything?

No, thanks. The friend I'm staying with

for a couple of days is picking me up at the bus stop.

Okay.

You take care of yourself, Stephanie.

You too, Nick.

They get caught, they get two years...

then they're back out...

She bought my story.

You're sure?

She's a nun. She'll believe anything.

You sure know how to pick 'em.

Let's make the deal.

Mr. Bowles, Sam Farina.

I'm calling to invite you to a party tomorrow.

I'll send my limo for you.

No, Mr. Bowles.

You don't have a prior commitment.

You're gonna enjoy this party.

We're gonna exchange gifts.

You bring ten million dollars,

and I'll return your missing property.

I thought you'd be interested.

Prove that I have the item?

Certainly.

In my hand, I have a red leather-bound volume.

Few pages but interesting reading.

Inside are names and dates.

Oh, look, that's enough?

Good.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Your driver's name is Harry.

The great Ian Bowles... We stopped him cold.

Lock up in here, Nick, all right?

Okay, Sam.

Looking for someone, Sister?

Oh, no, no.

Actually, my car broke down outside.

You're in trouble.

Who gives you the right to break into my house?!

I know everything.

I know you've got Ian Bowles' book.

I know you're gonna blackmail him.

You know a lot, don't you, Sister?

- Yeah, I do. - Too damn much for your own good!

You're not gonna get away with this.

You're gonna go to jail.

Like hell I am!

Sam!

She's a nun.

No, she's trouble, Nick.

The kind of trouble that puts you away

for the rest of your life.

- Do you want that, Nick? - No!

But we don't have to do it...

like this.

What's the matter with you, Nick?

You always take care of my trouble for me.

All you've ever asked me is who and where.

Well, this time's different.

Why, 'cause she's a nun?

Because it doesn't make any sense to kill her.

What's she gonna prove?

She can't even prove she was in this house.

She'll talk, Nick.

So what if she does?

Who's gonna believe her?

Bowles isn't gonna back up her story.

People are gonna think she's just some flaky nun

who's read too many detective novels.

No, she's trouble.

She'll talk, people will listen.

You take care of her; that's an order.

You got to get out of here before they come back.

- Nick, I... - Now!

Listen to me!

Thank you.

You sure scared the hell out of her.

Nicely done.

The rest is up to you.

The worst part is that I trusted him, Frank.

I even admired him.

I had a friend that was fooled once

by a married sailor in Cleveland.

But there was a war on.

I know you're upset about this...

He made a fool out of me.

We should call the police.

We can't.

Frank, I told you,

Ian Bowles is being held up for ten million dollars.

I know.

But despite that, we gave Mr. Bowles our word of honor.

And until he releases us from that bond,

we can't talk to anyone, including the police.

Maybe you can't, but I can.

Steve, are you that upset about Nick Moran?

What do you mean?

I've never known you to go back on your word.

Ah, Frank.

Well, we can't let Ian Bowles just get ripped off

by Sam Farina; it's not right.

Steve, the only thing we can do is go and see Mr. Bowles,

try and reason with him

and maybe talk him into going to the police.

Excuse me for not knocking, but I'm so excited.

Here is a nomination for a papal knighthood for Mr. Ian Bowles,

signed by the bishop himself.

Think that'll do it, Frank?

Well, let's not be so hasty, Father Prestwick.

You know, a papal knighthood,

that's a, that's a very serious honor,

and Mr. Bowles is a...

Well, he has so many awards.

Frank, you're a babe in the woods when it comes to politics.

The idea is that we give Mr. Bowles his nomination

at the bishop's birthday celebration.

Understand what that means?

Better than you do.

Stephanie?

What are you doing here?

- We have to talk. - No, we don't.

Stephanie, I got you into this...

You call me Steve or you call me Sister!

Steve's a guy's name; you're no guy.

And the Sister part doesn't feel right to me.

You gonna talk to me about feelings?

After what you put me through?

Look, I know how it seems,

but... I really care about what happens to you.

And this Ian Bowles situation is more dangerous than you know.

So now you're saying that you're worried about me?

Yeah, that's what I'm saying.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry if I don't fall for it this time, Nick.

Look at me. Look at me.

I'm telling the truth this time, and you know it.

Who are you?

What are you about?

Who I am isn't important, and you already know what I'm about!

You grew up on the South Side, right?

And your parents were probably nightmares, right?

Talking to me like a kid!

Look, I was a bad kid.

I hung out with guys that stopped caring about themselves

and stopped-stopped caring about other people.

They just, they walked around empty, you know.

Those are bad guys, Nick.

I look at you, and...

you're one of the good guys.

Is it your job to find the good in everybody?

Nun rule number one?

Well, you made a mistake about me.

I'm exactly what you see.

And I'm good at it.

Have it your way, Nick.

I'm sorry I disappoint you.

I saw you light that candle.

Who's that for?

A liar.

Did you get that nun off our backs?

I hope so.

You better do more than hope; you better make sure.

You want her?

Thanks, no.

Good night, Sam.

Hmm?

Mr. Bowles, we know about your deal with Sam Farina.

Who told you?

That's not important.

What is important is that you go to the police right now.

Not on your life, Sister.

Sam Farina's a dangerous man.

The guy plays hardball.

And I don't?

Let me tell you something, Sister.

Men like Sam Farina, they're pikers.

Real sharks are on Wall Street.

I mean, they strip you down to the bone in ten seconds

and they don't stop moving.

I've dealt with sharks all my life,

and I have always come out on top.

I'm not afraid of a cheap hood like Farina.

Is that why you're paying him ten million dollars for a diary?

You even know how much.

I'm impressed.

I've written checks for 60 million;

I can hand over ten without blinking.

Yeah, but you don't understand.

Sam Farina is a killer.

I'm not interested in continuing this discussion.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

You can't do this.

I am doing it, Father Dowling.

I'll go to the police.

And I'll deny everything.

Father, I know how to get what I want.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Good luck, Mr. Bowles.

Frank, he just doesn't realize what he's getting himself into.

Oh, yes he does.

He's wearing a gun.

What?

I felt it when he started to leave.

Well, what if he tries

some crazy cowboy maneuver or something?

Well, then he's gonna get himself killed.

Steve, we got to do something.

Yeah, we got to get that book.

Yeah.

It sounds like some ritzy party

Sam Farina's throwing.

With a ten million dollar payoff, you can afford it.

Are you sure you know where Mr. Bowles' book is?

Yes, I know exactly.

I saw where they put it in the den, Frank.

Now, this would be a lot easier if Nick hadn't locked that door.

Yeah, well, when I get inside, I'll unlock it.

You go in, get the book, and I want you out of there by 5:00.

- Okay. - How do I look?

Is this too tight?

No, you look great.

Borrowed it from Father McGuire.

You sure I look all right?

Yeah, I'm-I'm positive.

How are you getting in?

Well, I arranged it with the bandleader;

he's an old friend of mine.

You got a lot of friends, Frank.

Mm, God has been good to me.

Who are you?

He's our vocalist.

I am?

Well, are you or aren't you?

Yes, yes, I-I'm the vocalist.

You can sing, can't you?

We're gonna find out, aren't we?

♪ And then there suddenly appeared before me ♪

♪ The only one my arms will ever hold ♪

♪ I heard someone whisper, "Please adore me" ♪

♪ And when I looked, the moon had turned to gold ♪

♪ Blue moon ♪

♪ Now I'm no longer alone ♪

♪ Without a dream in my heart ♪

♪ Without a love of my own. ♪

May I take a break?

Take your time.

Mm-hmm.

Ma'am? Sir?

Oh, no.

- No, no. - Thank you.

Uh, I've been asked to read a few announcements.

Uh, everybody here would like to welcome back Philly Scalia,

who just returned from...

an extended stay in Joliet.

Welcome home, Philly.

The, uh, Friday night poker game at Jake Sloan's house

has been cancelled on account of Jake's sudden disappearance.

Poker next Friday at Tommy's.

Leo Summers is selling his car.

It's in perfect condition

except for three holes in the hood.

It's upstairs, Solly.

I'll go get it.

Hey, where you going?

I'm just taking a break.

Take your time.

The ten million.

You want to count it?

No need, Mr. Bowles.

My property?

Certainly.

Then we can enjoy the rest of the party.

You can enjoy the party, Mr. Farina.

I don't socialize with your kind.

Whatever you wish, Mr. Bowles.

Harry, you move the book?

- No. - Nick?

No.

We've got a small problem here.

What are you saying?

The book's gone.

What the hell is this?

It's got to be here; give us a few minutes.

Find it and call me.

What the hell's going on?

A few minutes ago I was standing out on the balcony,

thought I saw that nun

climbing over the wall.

- Why didn't you stop her? - What could I do?

She was already gone.

This is it; I had enough.

Go get that book and get rid of that nun now!

I hear you.

We need to talk.

I tried calling Mr. Bowles at home.

He doesn't answer.

We better keep trying.

Yeah.

Let's see,

Nah, nah, nah, nah, no you don't.

Not till I get through it.

There might be some explicit details.

About these women that trust Mr. Bowles?

Yeah.

Well, I'll be.

What?

Steve, take a look at this.

Well, there are names in here, all right.

There are numbers too.

And dates.

Frank, this is a ledger.

All these people

paid Bowles a lot of money.

I wonder why?

I'll tell you why.

You see these letters next to the names?

Those are stock market symbols.

I think our friend, Mr. Bowles, is an inside trader.

You mean that people pay him for information

on what's going on in his company?

That's right.

And insider trading is very lucrative and very illegal.

And first thing in the morning,

I think we ought to get this to Sergeant Clancy.

Steve, you look tired.

Why don't you go home and get some sleep, huh?

Okay, um I'm gonna stop by the church first.

Good night, Frank.

Good night.

You know what, you made my day today.

How's that?

You sang my favorite song.

♪ Blue Moon, da-da-da-dee-dee-dee-da-dum... ♪

Stephanie, for God's sake, give me the book.

I can't.

I know everything, Nick.

I know it's all about some deal that you helped pull off.

A very big deal.

I don't know how much longer I can protect you.

Mr. Bowles lied; you lied.

I'm losing my instincts, Nick.

Who would have thought that Steve Oskowski

would let herself get conned

twice in one week.

Stephanie.

Sister Stephanie, okay?

Just leave me alone.

Give me the book.

Hiya, Nick.

Harry what are you doing here?

Sam sent me.

Where's the book?

It's in the rectory.

Let's go get it.

Yeah.

Yeah, we'll do that,

but first you got some business.

What's the matter, Nick?

Need some help?

Since when do I need help?

It's my job.

I'll do it.

Oh, my God, Nick.

I'm all right.

Just help me up.

- I've got to go. - You can't.

- You're bleeding. - I'll make it.

Well, what are you gonna do?

Steal.

Clancy, all the information you need is right here.

Thank you, Father Dowling.

We're getting warrants for both Sam Farina and Ian Bowles.

They might just end up cellmates.

- Good night. - Night.

Are you okay?

He'll take care of himself, Steve.

I know.

I just hope he's all right.

Time to go.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Thank you, Frank.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Where's Steve?

Gone home to bed.

Well, that's a good idea.

It's been quite a night.

Father Dowling, how could you do this to me?

What is it I've done now, Father Prestwick?

You didn't tell me Ian Bowles is a criminal.

I didn't know.

But I'd already announced him

as the bishop's fundraiser.

Frank, His Excellency was listening to the news.

He heard.

He called me.

He's livid.

How livid?

He said there's no reason why

the homeless should suffer as a result of my mistake.

So he suggested that I should go door to door

and collect for the homeless myself.

For how long?

He mentioned the word "forever."

Frank, what am I gonna do?

Get started.