Blue Bloods (2010–…): Season 2, Episode 13 - Leap of Faith - full transcript

Carolyn?

Carolyn!

Mr. Bynes,
is everything all right?

Well, Mrs. Bynes
isn't picking up,

I thought I'd check on her.

So did her daughter.
She's in there now.

I told you not to allow Sandy in

unless Mrs. Bynes and I gave
our permission.

I didn't. She has a key.

She's not supposed
to have a key!

Carolyn?!



Carolyn!

Sandy?

What did you do to her?
What did you do?

What are you talking about?

I warned her.
Sandy...

I tried to warn her about you.
Carolyn!

What are you talking about?

See?

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

911. What's your emergency?

Yeah, something's happened
to my wife!

I need an ambulance to 886
Park Avenue, seventh floor.

Hi. I'd like to report a murder.



Morning, Your Excellency.

Good Morning, Commissioner.
Thank you, Jonathan.

You're looking well, Terry.

I owe it
to clean living.

Not that I have a choice.

Monsignor Ferraro.
Monsignor.

Commissioner, thank you
for joining us.

Please, please,
have a seat.

Well, what can I do for you?

Lauro is visiting
from Rome as a postulate

in the cause of a priest
from a Brooklyn parish,

Father William Campion.

I believe you knew him.

Father Bill is a candidate
for sainthood?

Isn't it wonderful?

Well, as a boy, we nicknamed
certain priest

But the evidence suggests

there's at least one
posthumous miracle

attributable to Father Campion.

The Giants in Super Bowl XLII?

Well,
maybe make that two miracles.

My wife had M.S.

She was supposed to
inject herself with interferon.

but she was afraid of needles,
so, sometimes...

she'd forget.

Well, the vials were empty,

so we're assuming
that she did take her meds.

Then what happened?

The paramedics said it seems
like a heart attack.

A heart attack?

We were only worried
about the M.S.

That's why I came home, to make
sure she took her injection.

Are you going to arrest him?!
Why haven't you arrested him?!

Hey, hey! Arrest him for what?

What is he even doing home?

He came back to destroy
the evidence!

That's... that's enough.
- Murderer! -That's enough.

Settle down.

Settle down, okay?

My stepdaughter has
some serious issues.

She was very close
with her father,

and he passed away
about a year

before her mother
and I got married.

Right. Well, she was here with
the body before you got here?

Yes. She's not supposed
to just come in the house.

We've had problems with her.

Murderer!

Hey! Hey!

You gotta tone it down, okay?
I understand you're upset,

but it's time to calm down now.
No, no!

I know that he killed her.

You don't...
you don't know anything.

Look, right now, it looks
like your mom may have died

of natural causes, all right?
No-no-no-no-no!

No, I know that
Charles murdered her.

How do you know that?

God told me.

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Leap of Faith
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You should be talking to
Charles, not to me.

Uh, we will, Ms. Huffman,

but he's making funeral
arrangements right now.

We wanted
to speak to you first

because you were the one
that found your mother, okay?

I knew she was dead.

I hoped she wasn't
but... I knew.

Right.

Because God told you?

While I was jogging on
the Promenade,

He told me Charles did it.

How did He tell you?

I heard a voice.

You heard a voice in your head?

But hasn't God ever talked
to you?

I'm Catholic;
when I speak to God,

it's usually a
one-way conversation.

And I'm Jewish.

It's the same god.

Look, why else would I have
come here just then?

Well, that's what
we were wondering.

Has God ever told you
to hurt anybody?

Like my mother?

The housekeeper said you
didn't visit much.

But that's because of Charles.

He's evil!

Okay, look, we have no proof,

no evidence
that Charles is evil.

He married my mother
for her money

just like his first wife,

who supposedly killed herself.

His first wife committed
suicide?

She left him
a ton of money, too.

Given your position and the fact
that you knew him,

Monsignor and I thought
you could provide valuable

evaluations for his cause.

My mother was a saint.

My wife was a saint,
especially by the time she was

chasing four kids under ten
around the house.

We're talking about
canonization here, Frank,

of one of our own.

I'm really not your guy.

Why's that?

Well, for starters,
I'm a cop at heart.

Which makes me
by definition a skeptic.

Which makes you all the more
valuable in his cause.

Not if the cause is
giving him a halo.

And why is that?

Father Bill was what we now call
an "activist" priest.

That doesn't disqualify him.

Legend was back in the late
'60s, Father Campion,

who was an ardent pacifist,
by the way,

became involved in some
of the more radical elements

in the anti-war movement.

Well, I'm confused, Frank.

Now, is this fact or legend?

Was Father Campion ever arrested
and charged?

Why do I think you already
know the answer to that, Terry?

And it still doesn't mean
he didn't break the law.

The benefits that sainthood
for one of our own

would bring to our church
and our city are immeasurable.

Now, if you can't
see that, Frank,

I will simply thank you
for your time.

You are a practicing
Catholic, yes?

I practice, but practice does
not make perfect in my case.

Your Church is asking you
for one small favor

as a practicing Catholic,
not as the sheriff.

Will you please reconsider?

I'm sorry, Monsignor, I can't.

But I can tell you I have lived
here all my life,

and it is almost impossible
to be a saint in this city.

Hello.

It's not enough.

What's not enough?

Whatever it is that you have in
your hand is not enough

for free legal advice.

I'm in pretrial
and I'm way behind.

You mean these red velvet
cupcakes, your favorite,

and the brain food of the
greatest legal minds

everywhere?

Buys you a five-minute retainer.

Okay, good, 'cause it's
about the Carolyn Bynes case.

Sandy Huffman was in,
trying to get us

to charge her stepfather.

If she tries

to get in the building again,

we've asked the guards
to call God.

Yeah, you may want to wait on
making that call.

I was hoping you'd help me get
a search warrant

for Charles Bynes' apartment.

Based on what?

Based on he's had
two wives die on him.

That calls for flowers and
a card, not a search warrant.

Come on, Erin.
His second wife was loaded,

his real estate business
was failing

and he's burned through the
entire inheritance

he got from his first wife.

Still doesn't connect the dots.

Look, this guy is not right.

And you know that how?

What, are you
hearing voices, too?

Yeah, yeah, I am.
I'm hearing intuition.

My detective's intuition,
that's what I'm hearing.

Okay, you know what?

I'll go to Connecticut,

I'll investigate the death
of the first wife on my own.

Be my guest.

But the M.E. report shows
that she died

of a heart attack,
end of story.

And the vial

that was found
next to her body contained

the medication she was taking
for MS, nothing more.

Enjoy your cupcakes.

You really think this woman
talks to God?

Wh... Why not?

I mean, God told Noah
to build a boat, didn't he?

He speaks to people in
the Bible all the time.

Who knows? Maybe he did
speak to her.

This isn't the Bible.

Right.

I heard Mr. Bynes's
second wife died.

If you see him, please give
him my condolences.

So you know him?
You remember Mr. Bynes?

I was lead on his first
wife's suicide.

And before that, he was co-chair
of our annual fundraiser.

He donate much?
Yeah.

Some of the people with
money around here,

they treat the police like their
personal rent-a-cop:

"My dog ran away.

Could you find him and
drive him home?"

Oh, you have no idea.

But Mr. Bynes
wasn't like that?

No. Everybody liked him.

It was a shock when
the wife offed herself.

And you're sure
that she liked him?

I think maybe she
was mentally ill.

She took a fistful of sleeping
pills, closed the garage door,

climbed into the Jaguar
and started it up.

Did she leave a suicide note?

No, she didn't.

But you're certain, though, that
she did all this herself?

Yeah.

You thinking we missed
a homicide?

I don't know.

Mr. Bynes is batting a thousand
burying his wives.

What do you think?

I can count sleeping pills

missing from
a prescription bottle,

find fingerprints on
a garage door opener.

Come on.
She lived in the house.

You would have found her
fingerprints everywhere.

Where was Mr. Bynes when the
suicide took place, huh?

Oh, right, I forgot to tell you.

He was at the arsenic store.

Oh, that's funny.

Okay, okay, listen,
we're just asking you since...

...since you're New York City
detectives

and I'm just the hick
cop whose job consists

of chasing drunk kids off
the golf course.

That sounds about right to me.

Uh, look, we just
want to know

if you've ruled him out;
that's it.

Yeah.

We ruled him out

- Completely.
- Mm-hmm.

Anything else
you want to know?

Yeah.

Do you get paid
to cover up, or do you like

getting tickled behind the ears
once in a while?

On your way out of
town, Detectives,

better make sure you mind
our speed limits.

We got some pretty strict
traffic enforcement around here.

Awesome.

Well, aside from
making a new friend,

that was a dead end.

There's a difference between

a dead end
and a stone wall, partner.

Let it go, man.

I got you the contact info
for that retired detective.

Thank you, Baker.

- Is he a snowbird?
- No, sir.

He lives year round
on the Jersey shore.

I'm happy to call him for you.

No, it's a personal matter.

I realize that, sir,
I'm just offering...

No, thank you.

I'm sorry, Baker.

If I told the archbishop
I wouldn't do it,

why am I looking into it?

Well, yes.

For myself.

Did you know this priest well?

I served Father Bill's masses
as his altar boy,

he was my first
basketball coach.

I looked up to him.

I joined the Marines
and became a cop,

he radicalized
and probably did a lot more

than just protest the war.

I felt betrayed.

I'm not a Catholic, so I don't
really know the rules.

Well, I am a Catholic.

I did the right thing
saying no to the archbishop,

but... in matters of faith,

I think it's pretty important
to come clean with yourself.

I have to make sure I said no
for the right reasons.

If this is about my
stepdaughter's accusations...

It's all right,
it's all right.

Why don't you have
a seat, sir, okay?

Sometimes this stuff comes up,
and when it does,

we just have to follow up,
you understand.

Go ahead, sit down.

Well, do what
you have to do, but...

I'm afraid Sandy's
mentally unstable.

When she was in her
sophomore year in college,

she attacked her economics
professor because God told her

he was a sinner
from another planet.

Really?

She's been institutionalized
at Saddle Rock three times

in the last five years
for paranoid delusions.

And clearly doesn't
like you very much.

I stepped into her father's
place in her mother's life.

And I encouraged her mother
not to coddle her.

I thought having to work
for a living would focus

Sandy's attention on things
that were real.

Well, ironically, it's you
who's not gonna have to work for

a living anymore now that you've
inherited your wife's money.

I know how this looks.

My money troubles
aren't a secret,

Carolyn and I had
separate finances,

she had a large sum
from her first husband.

But...

This is the second time
this happened for you.

Didn't happen for me,

this happened to me.

Has either of you
ever lost someone close?

I loved my wife very much.

Yesterday, I lost her.

Okay?

One last question.

Um, what exactly did you
go home for yesterday?

I-I told you.

To check on Carolyn.

Anyway, I live there.

The real question is
what was Sandy doing there?

You suggesting
she killed her mother?

If she succeeds in blaming me
for her death,

she'll inherit her mother's
entire fortune.

Right.

But didn't you just finish
telling us that she was insane?

She may be crazy, Detective...

but she's not stupid.

If you'll forgive me,
I've got a funeral to plan.

If there's anything you need,
please don't hesitate to call.

Here... here...

Whoa, whoa,
what are you doing?

Hey, you said
you needed proof, right?

Look at this stuff.

Hey, what are
you doing?!

Maybe you'll find it.

This is his.
It's from his apartment.

You broke into my house?!

No, I didn't break in,
I have a key.

Yeah, but you don't
live there, Sandy.

How many times
do we have to tell you?

Here, let me get...

Whoa!
No, do not let him do that.

Look, these
are my things.

Some of these
are my mother's.

But none of them
belong to you, Sandy.

All right, hold on!

Just wait a minute!

You're saying she stole

all this stuff from you?

Yeah, she stole them.

Okay, um, you know, we're gonna
have to hold this as evidence,

until the D.A. decides
whether or not

to prosecute her for
stealing your belongings.

Are you kidding me?

No, I'm not kidding.

I'm going to have
to call my lawyer.

You do that.

Now we got him, right?

Commissioner Reagan?

Just Frank today.

Walter Loggia.

What are we doing here?

This was my parish
church, as a boy.

I just wanted to get
one last look around

before it becomes a Gap

or whatever it is
they're gonna do with it.

So Campion was your pastor?

In another century, yeah.

Can I be honest?

I wish you would.

Far as I'm concerned,

Campion may have been
a man of God,

but he thought he was
above the laws of man.

He's a dyed-in-the-wool radical

hiding behind his vestments.

Now, look, everything
I tell you is gonna be true.

But you gotta give me your word

this is not gonna
come back to bite me.

I'm not here as the PC.
You have my word.

All right,
then what are you doing

following up
on a cold case like this?

Satisfying a curiosity.

Okay.

I kept copies of all my old
cold case files.

It's all in here.

Including Campion's.

You Catholic?

Christmas, Easter.

It's Father Campion.

Campion took the confession
of David Cummings,

a college student that we liked
for the bombing

of an ROTC recruiting station.

Liked, but didn't have
enough evidence on?

No, we were
getting there.

But Campion, you see,
he left the rectory here

at approximately
3:30 in the morning,

picked up the fugitive Cummings
from another rectory in Pelham

and drove him
to the Canadian border

near Kingston.

Why didn't you stop them?

Because we got the information
from a wiretap on Campion

that we didn't have
a warrant for.

Well, Cummings was a fugitive.

You didn't need a warrant
to pick him up.

We learned this after the fact.

After Campion helped
the criminal flee.

And probably after
the archdiocese reached out

to the mayor's office
and our department.

But this is all in there.

Everything in there is exactly
as I reported it

in my case files.

The bottom line is

he got away with it.

And what do you call putting
an illegal wiretap on him?

In this case?

The right thing to do.

Thought you'd say that.

I'll keep this.

Okay, used
interferon vial.

We'll run that for prints
and check for residue.

You know, knock yourself out.

You know, Bynes might have
a point with Sandy.

She's building a hell of

an insanity defense in case she
ever gets charged with murder.

Yeah, but she's
not the one

living it up off her
dead mother's money.

Look at this.

$600.

Shoes, Bergdorf
men's department: $750.

Paying it off with your dead
wife's fortune: priceless.

Priceless.

Is that the material

that was taken
from the apartment

without a warrant, which I
told you you couldn't get?

It's evidence in a burglary.

Right.

Whoa, wait. He didn't take it.

Seriously, she came and
she dumped it all on his desk.

Which she stole.
Can I have a word with you?

What, you, uh, speak to
Bynes's attorney or something?

No, he called the DA.

The DA sent me on a theory
that I'm the ADA

that my brother is least likely
to throw out a window.

Well, that is, as of yet,
an untested theory, sis.

And, uh, the last I heard,
we can use this stuff

that's obtained illegally,
as long as we didn't

illegally obtain it ourselves.

Right. Except Bynes's lawyer
is claiming

that you put the stepdaughter
up to it.

So it's off-limits.

Whoa, hold on.

We didn't put her
up to anything.

We had no idea
what she was doing.

You didn't happen to mention
how nice it would be

to have some proof
on the stepfather?

No, no, no, no,
all I said to her was

we have no proof
that Bynes was evil.

To a mentally ill young woman
who thinks

God is sending her on missions
to root out evil?

You didn't think that she was
gonna go off and do something?

- No.
- No.

We didn't tell her
to do anything.

Maybe God told her...

Danny, you need to
give all this stuff

back to him right now.
Okay, all right!

Wait, you two.

Wait, this is weird.

The wife is the one with

the medical problems, right?

So why is Mr. Bynes
seeing a doctor

two, three times a week?

A Dr. Folson.

What is it, a shrink?

St. Victor's Hospital?

I-- seems like
a Park Avenue guy.

Okay, you know
what, let's go

introduce ourselves
to this doctor.

Um, Counselor, would you
do us a favor, please?

Could you return
all of these stolen things

to their proper owner?
No. No, no, no, no.

No, I am not doing
this for you.

Danny!

We got to go
investigate a murder.

You-You need to return...

What am I supposed
to do with this?

You can, um, ask God.

He'll tell you what to do.

No, he's not a patient.

I'm an anesthesiologist.

You do know Mr. Bynes.

- Yes, I do.
- How well do you know him?

Would you mind telling me
why you want to know?

It's just a matter
of routine.

Detective, uh, I'm 40 years old,

I've lived in New York City
for 16 years,

and not once in that time
have the police dropped by

as a matter of routine.

Well, uh, we try to be discreet,
Dr. Folson.

So do I.

My relationship with
Mr. Bynes is personal.

And you haven't given me
any reason why

it shouldn't stay that way.

Are you aware
that Mr. Bynes's wife

died suddenly yesterday morning?

Yes, I heard.

And you're aware that
his, uh, date book shows

he's been visiting you
regularly?

And not looking up at you
from an operating table.

I told you that I know him.

You didn't say how well, though.

Look, I'm very sorry to hear
that Mrs. Bynes is dead,

but I really don't see
how I can help you.

And I'm late for surgery.
Excuse me.

Hmm.

Well, I'd say she was
his girlfriend,

but that'd be stating
the obvious.

And an anesthesiologist,
which means she has access

to a lot of
interesting medication.

Exactly.

Yeah, hey, this is
Detective Reagan.

Do you still have
Carolyn Bynes' body there?

Okay, we need
a full tox screen, all right?

Focus on anything
you can find in a hospital,

any kind of drugs.

All right.

First responders had it right.

Carolyn Bynes had
a heart attack.

Heart attack.

I know you're in
the homicide business,

but is it really bad news
when someone isn't murdered?

Of course not.

But it's just...

I think she was murdered, too.

Are you playing
with us, Doc?

She had a heart attack.

Question is,
what caused the heart attack?

You ever hear of fentanyl?

Yeah. Fun stuff.

A hundred times more potent
than morphine.

All right, so you're saying
our DOA...

Fentanyl in her blood.
Probably injected.

It's used in hospitals
all the time,

mostly by anesthesiologists.

Right.

Lovely.

Commissioner,
His Excellency is here.

Terry, what a surprise.

Afternoon, Frank.
I hope I'm not interrupting.

I won't take up your time,
but I bring good news

and I wanted to deliver it
personally.

Well, I can always
use more of that.

Sit down.

Thank you.
Thank you, thank you.

Um, Monsignor Ferraro's
medical investigation

is completed.

And, while it's
not official--

the Vatican moves
like Midtown traffic--

he's confident the miracle will
be confirmed.

And how's that work?

Well, the doctors
involved in the case

were clear in
their confirmation:

the boy's tumor disappeared
and they can't explain why.

So... it's a miracle?

We believe it was.

You know, I had a cinnamon bun
this morning

I swear looked
just like Mother Teresa.

I should also tell you
evidence of a second miracle,

another case
of unexplained recovery

from pancreatic cancer,
attributable...

Look, Terry...

...to Father Campion's
intercession, has come to light.

And Frank, Frank,
do you know the cause

of Father Campion's own death?

Let me guess.

Pancreatic cancer.

I never would have taken you
for a doubting Thomas, Frank.

This isn't
about God, Terry.

It is about a very old
and powerful institution

that is run by men.

And in my experience,

anything fits that description

usually has an agenda.

Once a cop, I guess.

- I get audited all the time.
Uh-huh.

Do you know
the street value

of the pharmaceuticals
in here?

No, I really have no clue,
ma'am.

Me neither, and I never
want to find out.

"Hospital Pharmacy Missing
Drugs With Street Value Of..."

Hm-mm. What's this
about, anyway?

I'm trying to see if you have
a drug in there called fentanyl.

Sure. Synthetic heroin.

Used as an anesthetic
during surgery.

Right.

And occasionally for joyriding

by anesthesiologists,

which is why
I get audited all the time.

Okay, anesthesiologists
like Dr. Karen Folson?

- Dr. Folson?
- Yeah.

No, she does the surgery part,
not the joyriding part.

Uh-huh.

You think she misappropriated
some fentanyl?

I don't know. Could she have?

No.

Drugs are checked out in the
morning right before surgery.

Not a gram leaves this room that
isn't headed for the veins

of a specific
designated patient.

All right, all right,
but how can you be sure

the drug always gets
to the patient?

Well, because, if it didn't,
you'd hear the screams

when they cut them open.

Right. Thank you.
Mm-hmm.

No luck with
the pharmacist.

I couldn't pry an aspirin
tablet out of that woman.

So what are we
doing here now?

Well, call me crazy,

but Bynes had to get
the fentanyl from somebody

if he didn't get it

from his anesthesiologist
girlfriend, right?

Uh-huh.

So something told me
check with Sandy Huffman.

Maybe she can come up
with something.

The God Whisperer?

Maybe she heard something,
maybe she saw something,

maybe she doesn't even know
she knows it.

I'm thinking this whole
"talking to God" thing is

just her way of facing things
she's afraid of.

You a shrink now?

Look, she helped us before.
She was right.

Maybe her or God can
help us again.

I hope he doesn't
bring his attorney.

Ha, ha, ha.

So, this is where
God spoke to you, huh?

Right over here?

Yeah, I was on a run
and I had stopped to rest.

This city's really
beautiful,

if you take the
time to look at it.

And I was looking
up at the trees.

And that's when
you heard the voice?

As clear as I am hearing yours
right now, yeah.

Okay, well, what exactly did
this voice say to you?

It said that my mother was dead.

That Charles killed her.

Right.

I knew that it was true.
I started to cry.

Okay, did the voice
say anything else to you?

- Anything at all?
- No.

It hasn't said anything
to you since?

No, no.

Didn't you find anything in
the stuff I brought you?

No, nothing we can use
so far.

No, but what we could use is

a little bit more of your help,
if you can.

It's not like a jukebox

where you can
just press a button

and God starts to talk.

All right, well,
how does it work?

What do you need
to do?

You need to look up
at the tree,

pray, meditate, what?

You think I'm crazy.

No, look, nobody thinks
you're crazy here, all right?

If we thought you were crazy,
we wouldn't be here.

No, come on. Gear up.

Let's go.
Go. Is it this tree?

All right, you know what?
I'm not doing this.

It does not work like that.

I'm sorry. I don't know
how to talk to God.

All right, all right,
that's enough.

Let's just,
let's just stop.

Berlin.

What?

Berlin.

Wh-What's Berlin?
What are you talking about?

That doesn't make any sense.

No, it doesn't.
God just said, "Berlin"?

Yes.

Okay. Hold on.

Does Berlin
mean anything

to you or to your mother?

Are you from Berlin?
Does she know anyone in Berlin?

No, she didn't travel.

There's no connection to Berlin?

No.

Berlin. All right.

Uncle Danny, if she says
she talks to God,

she's nuts,
no doubt about it.

Amen.

Maybe she is nuts,
I don't know.

But where did we just
come from? Church?

We came from church.
And what did we do there?

We talked to God, right?

Through prayer,
through moments of silence

we ask for forgiveness,
for intervention.

Does that make us nuts?

But none of us are saying
he talked back, right?

I'm not saying he talked back
to the girl either.

She heard something.

When I was in school
up in Boston,

I stopped going to Mass
for a while.

Between studying and classes
and working at the coop,

I didn't have time,

so I'd just kind of talked
to God kind on the fly.

And he gave you
a shout-out back?

Not exactly.

But it was like the
difference between

listening to a professor

with 800 other people in
a lecture hall,

and getting to meet with him
one-on-one in his office.

So you believe God
talks to people.

When it came to deciding
whether or not

to come back home and
join the department?

Yeah, I could hear him.

Yeah, but this Sandy person,
I mean, she's making God out

to be some kind of character
in a Stephen King novel,

giving out these
cryptic clues.

To a mystery, yeah.

Like, is Father Campion a saint?

Because that's
a real mystery to me.

How come?

Well, any priest who could tell

a certain kind of joke
the way he did...

However, he was the first person
to drive a Volvo before

it was common over here.

Boys, what Pop is trying

to say is Father Bill is
not an obvious choice

when you think about who's
gonna be a saint,

which makes it more of a...

...mystery?

Right.

How do you solve it?

How do you solve it?

Well, you start by walking
a mile in his shoes,

find out what makes him tick,
why he made the choices he did.

I'm feeling like a bad Catholic.

I'm not getting any of this.

Well, faith, sister, faith.

It's kind of like listening
to your heart.

Same kind of thing.

Okay, so when God talks to you,
does He extend

professional courtesy
by calling you "Commissioner"?

No. He calls me "Frankie."

Not "Francis"?

Okay, well, can you pass
the butter, Frankie?

Not "Francis."

Hey, excuse me.

- Hey.
- Hey!

What are you
doing here?

I thought Sundays were
sacred for you people.

Yeah, well, I got a call
from the lab.

Turns out those
interferon vials had

Carolyn Bynes's
fingerprints on them,

but not her husband's.

Yeah, but she injects herself.

But the one found next
to her body had her fingerprints

and his fingerprints.

I'm thinking
he switched the vial

after she took the one
he loaded with fentanyl.

Amazing.

Now what are you doing here
on a Sunday?

They don't pay us overtime

to investigate heart attacks,
Jackie.

Well, I thought maybe God knows
something I don't.

Surprising, but yes,
maybe He does.

What, are you getting religion?

No, I'm just taking it
for a little test drive.

But I was thinking about it.

Berlin, what is Berlin?

It's a city, right?
But what else is it?

A town?

It's a last name.

Who wrote "White Christmas"?
Irving Berlin.

What are you up to?

I've been looking
for anybody named Berlin

associated with Carolyn
or Charles Bynes.

I was looking
at business directories,

their friends on
social Web sites.

And then I thought,
"Obituaries."

Look what I found.

"Harold K. Berlin."

Okay.

Well, I just talked
to his widow.

It seems he died
a few weeks ago,

and three hours before he was
about to have

a triple-bypass surgery.

And guess who's the
anesthesiologist.

Dr. Karen Folson.

Thank you.

All right, my turn
to do a little overtime.

I'm going back to the hospital.

You enjoy the rest
of your Sunday.

Yes, right here.

Dinner with my husband.

I will give you two minutes.

All right.
It's about Dr. Folson again.

I told you that woman is
not a drug addict.

I didn't say she was.
Can you just tell me

what drugs she pulled
two weeks ago Monday?

I'm not seeing a subpoena.

Okay, read the records, okay?

You look at it,
I'll guess what it says,

you tell me I'm right or wrong.

Please? This is very important.

And can you open the door?

I don't want to talk
through the glass.

Mm. Really?

Don't worry.
This will be quick.

You'll be on your way
to dinner in no time.

- It better.
- You got the records?

Yeah.
Okay.

Dr. Folson pulled an O.R. tray

for a heart patient
named Harold Berlin.

How am I doing so far?

Go on.

There's no more to tell.

Harold Berlin died three hours
before the operation took place.

He did?

Now do your doctors typically

inject these drugs
into people who are dead?

Of course not.

Okay, so the question is:
did Dr. Folson return the drugs

that she was supposed to use
for Harold Berlin?

No, she didn't.

Enjoy your dinner.

I'm Frank.

Thanks for coming.

You can call me David.

Although it's been a while
since anyone else has.

Yeah.

But I gather it's David's story
you wanted to talk to me about.

You don't know who I am, do you?

Oh, some kind of law, I'd guess.

That obvious?

And yet, here you are.

I was told
there was no risk.

That you suggested
meeting in a sanctuary.

I was also told this
was about Father Campion.

True on both counts.

How can I help you, Frank?

Was Father Campion aware
of what you'd done

when he helped you
evade the authorities

and get into Canada?

He was well aware.

I'd confessed
the action to him,

and he arranged for me
to get across the border.

Why would he do that?

I can tell you how he came
to the decision.

Father Campion was close
to a woman in his parish--

a single mother of two sons

who'd been drafted
and were over in Vietnam.

He sought her counsel.

By what license?

He asked me
if I was willing

to abide by what
she thought was just.

Do you understand?

No, not really.

Well, Father Campion
was putting me to the test.

He asked me to place myself
at the mercy

of a woman who should have
a genuine say in the matter.

A proud mother
of two soldiers.

And then he decided
you should go free?

No.

He told me I had the choice
between prison and exile.

That's very different
from free.

And you believed he
had that authority?

Oh, ask anybody
who knew him.

He was one
of those people

you just trusted
above all else.

And if you prayed to God--
and I still do--

it's William Campion
you hope is listening with him.

What can you tell me

about his relationship
with the woman?

Simple.

I've never seen two people
more in love.

But he was
her priest,

and she was his parishioner,

and that was their cross
to bear.

He talked about her
on the drive up.

He said he was grateful to God
for the challenge.

He just wished the challenge

didn't have
such a great pair of legs.

Anything else?

No. I think that covers it.

Well, whatever it is
you're looking for,

I hope that helps.

William Campion was no saint,

but he was a better man
than most.

Thank you.

Doctor.

Oh, Mr. Bynes.

This another routine visit,
Detectives?

No, it's business.

Then why don't you call
tomorrow at my office?

No, actually,
we thought this would be

a great time
to get you two together.

How are those funeral plans
working out for you, sir?

Oh, I think I've been patient
with this long enough.

Would you like
the phone number

of my stepdaughter's
psychiatrist?

Charles, why don't you
just call your lawyer, okay?

Thank you.
A-A-Actually...

we wanted to
talk to you,

since you're facing

some serious
criminal charges.

What are you talking about?

Sale of a narcotics, sir.

Well, you know,
the fentanyl

that you checked out
from the hospital

for an operation
that never happened,

but then you failed
to return it?

What operation?

Well, the one on Harold
Berlin two weeks ago.

The O.R. pharmacist--
she confirmed it for us.

Then she is mistaken--
or it's in my office.

Don't talk
to them, Karen.

They're just trying
to scare you.

Well, losing
her medical license,

two years in prison--
that would scare me.

Or 25 to life for murder.

That would
sure scare me.

You must have really wanted
to marry this guy bad, huh?

- Murder?
- Yeah, murder.

The tox screen
on his wife

came back, and it showed
fentanyl in her body.

She injected it in herself
instead of the drug

that she's supposed
to be taking for MS

when he switched the vials.

She died of a heart attack.

The M.E. revised
the cause of death.

So now the only
question is--

did he kill her,

or did you kill her?

But, you know,
if you gave him that drug,

it still counts as a sale, Doc.

You want to tell
us what happened?

Karen, don't say anything.

Sir, why don't you just
stay where we can see you?

All right? And keep your hands
where we can see them as well.

You do know
that his first wife died.

Do you want to be on
deck for number three?

Listen, just tell me

what happened with the fentanyl.

Charles has a herniated disk.

And when it flares up,
the pain can be excruciating.

- Karen!
- His doctor

prescribed him
pain medicine,

but Charles ran out,
his doctor was out of town.

I... Tell them, Charles.

I'm calling my lawyer.

Yeah, come on, Charles.

Tell us all about it.

He just needed something
to tide him over, that's...

Karen!
For God's sake,

that's enough.

Charles, you can tell them
what your doctor said.

You can show them
the prescriptions.

What-what he said
about managing your pain.

Karen...

just... stop... talking.

I-I didn't...

I didn't want to give him
the fentanyl at first,

because...

I was worried
about him.

Because I cared.

I told him that it
was too dangerous.

I told him it could cause
a heart attack.

And with the full knowledge
of what he was doing,

that's a federal
offense-- at least one.

Could also be framed
as an interpretation

of the pacifist tenets
of Christ's teachings.

There's also anecdotal evidence

that he maintained
a close, personal relationship

with a single mother
in the parish.

Cummings characterized it...

as two people in love.

Is the woman still living?

No. She passed away last year.

Was the relationship
consummated?

Not as far as I know,
but I don't know very far.

As a man,
I can make an assumption.

That won't be necessary.

Well...

the vows of chastity,
as far as I'm concerned,

make you guys all saints

in my book, but, uh,

I assume you're
aiming higher here.

All right, Frank,
uh... thank you

for your input.

Don't I get a vote?

We're not voting here.

I would like to know
what you think, Commissioner.

I think we already know
where the commissioner stands.

Look, like you, I'd be
out of a job without sinners,

so I have
kind of a soft spot for them.

Besides, if you took
all the sinners

out of the pool for sainthood,
you'd be left with who?

- Very few.
- Exactly.

St. Olga of Kiev
scalded her husband's enemies

and burned villages
that crossed her.

And she's still
on active duty, right?

So to speak.

A lot of them

did a lot worse than go outside
the law in troubled times

to help a misguided kid
get a second chance.

And I think...

the Church could do a lot worse

than St. Bill from Brooklyn.

Does have a nice ring to it.

To me, it comes down to this:
if you told Father Bill

he was a candidate
for sainthood,

he'd laugh his ass off.

And that's exactly
the kind of saint

the Church needs
to put out there.

I wanted to let you know that,
um, we arrested Charles Bynes.

Thanks to your help.

God's help.

Whoever's help.

I really thought he was
going to get away with it.

Even though God
was on your side, huh?

He just gives me
the information.

He doesn't give me the outcome.

Right. Right.

Look, you going to be all right?

I'm sure He has a plan for me.

I'm sure He does.

Yeah.
Anyway,

it's not going to bring
your mom back,

but at least you got
the inheritance, too.

Money can't buy happiness.

No, but it can buy you

a nice little boat to park
right alongside of happiness.

Do you really believe that?

No.

Then maybe there is hope
for you yet.

Maybe.

See you around, kid.

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