Father Dowling Mysteries (1989–1991): Season 1, Episode 1 - The Missing Body Mystery - full transcript
A mysterious man dies in Frank's confessional. Frank calls the police, but when they arrive the body is gone.
♪♪
Uh-oh, Melissa,
what happened here?
You seen my keys?
Yeah, with the mail,
on the living room table.
- Ah!
- Daddy forgot his keys again.
Don't forget to
call the plumber.
Right.
Half my shower wound
up on the bathroom floor.
But gentleman that
I am, I cleaned it up.
Oh, you are a prince.
Don't forget to call me
when you get there, please.
I'll be back Sunday.
- Sunday?
- Yeah.
It's weekend work.
Can't be avoided.
Don't you get too big
while your daddy's gone.
Want to see me to the door? Huh?
Mm, mm, mm!
Please be careful.
- If you insist.
- I do.
I love you.
Wave bye to Daddy.
- Bye-bye.
- Hey.
♪♪
♪♪
Yeah, it's me.
I went home for the weekend.
Sure.
I can meet you in
about 30 minutes.
Where?
Okay.
♪♪
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I don't know what to do, Father.
I think I love Michael
more than I do John.
More than your husband?
Yes.
Well, I think you love
Michael in a different way
than you love John.
After all, Michael is your cat.
But what do I do?
I think you should
say ten Hail Marys,
put the cat out at night
and John on a diet.
Thank you, Father.
Father?
Father?
Would you speak
up louder, my son?
Are you all right?
Oh, my God, what
happened to you?
Closer.
Delmonico's...
behind... the mirror.
Through this holy anointing,
may the Lord, in
His love and mercy,
help you, with the
grace of the Holy Spirit.
I'm just no good at cards.
Yeah, but this game is easy.
You only use three cards.
Oh, well, that's better.
How do you play it?
Okay, you got the
two black aces, right?
And you got the red queen.
This was a big favorite
in the neighborhood.
If you can tell me
where the red queen is,
then I'll do the
dishes all week long.
But if you can't tell me,
then you have to stay late
tomorrow and make a pot roast.
Well, how about
two out of three...
Pot roast and chocolate cake?
Ooh...
Frank, what's the matter?
A man just died
in the confessional.
Operator, this is an emergency.
OFFICER: 10-4. Thank you.
I got it.
Herbie, he practically
died in my arms.
If he comes back, Frank,
you have him give us a call.
Hey, Frank, nobody
calls me Herbie,
not since, like, the
third grade, so just...
just call me what everybody
else calls me... Sarge.
Sarge, I'm telling you
that the man was dead.
He-he must have been
stabbed or shot or something.
He had blood all over him.
There's no trace
of blood on the floor,
there's no trace of blood on
the wall, there's no trace of him.
Maybe he had, like, a seizure
or something, you know?
And you left, he
felt better, he left.
He was dead.
He said something about
Delmonico's, behind a mirror.
That's all I could make out.
Okay, well, you have
it your way, Frank.
He's dead, but he's not here.
Listen, I-I gotta
get back to work.
I'll-I'll see you
on Sunday, huh?
That'll be a nice change.
Oh, give my best to Glenda.
Excuse me, Sister, could
we ask you a few questions?
I-Is that on?
The police just informed us
that you reported a murder
here, but now the body is missing.
Is that correct?
I think they're
working on that part.
Are you Father Dowling?
Yes, I am, but we have
nothing to say about this matter.
Thanks just the same.
Do you think there's
any religious significance
to the disappearance
of this dead man?
What?!
Did the body just appear to you?
Look, I don't care for
what you're implying.
Frank, I think we should
just leave this alone.
Would you say this is a rather
miraculous occurrence?
A man died in my confessional.
When the police arrived,
he'd been removed.
This is not a miracle. In fact,
there's every evidence
to suggest foul play.
Now, that's all I have to say.
Do you mind if I stay and see if
we made the 10:00 news, too?
How could they
resist repeating it?
Markets, while
closing stronger here.
I tried reaching the
bishop at his residence
to warn him, but
they said he was out.
Oh, good. Well, maybe
he didn't see the 6:00 news.
- Mm.
- You know, he'd like nothing better
than a reason to
ship you to Alaska.
Who could that be?
With my luck, it's
probably 60 Minutes.
Good evening, Your Excellency.
Pl-Please come in.
Oh, good evening,
Your Excellency.
Frank, this is Father Prestwick.
I-I-I tried to
reach you earlier.
I'm sure you did. We've already
seen the news, Sister Stephanie.
Oh, Bishop, before
you say anything,
please, let me explain.
I... I-I never intended to
go on television about this,
because I realize
it might be compromising
the church, and that's
- the last thing I...
- Now, excuse me, Frank,
but this explanation
really isn't necessary.
I would assume as much.
- You would?
- Of course.
Oh.
I merely came by to introduce
- Father Prestwick.
- How do you do?
Father is interested
in spending some time
observing a typical parish,
since he's in line
for one of his own.
Like ours?
Exactly like ours?
- Exactly.
- I promise not to be underfoot,
and I'm very grateful
for the opportunity
to see how your
church works firsthand.
First thing in the
morning, then.
I'm something of
an early riser myself.
Oh, we'll look forward to it.
Case of a missing cadaver.
A very strange occurrence today
at St. Michael's
Catholic Church.
The police just informed us that
you reported a murder here,
but now the body is missing.
Is that correct?
There's every evidence
to suggest foul play.
A murder mystery or a
miracle at St. Michael's?
I guess we'll just
have to wait and see.
That's not what he
said, Your Excellency.
- They edited that film...
- Bishop, they have taken
- this entire thing out of context.
- Yeah.
Frank, I understand
how these things work...
I know
in the past I've indulged
myself in a few flights of fancy...
Oh, I-I'm sort of an
armchair detective.
- So I've heard.
- Getting late.
We'd better be leaving.
- Good evening, Sister Stephanie.
- Good evening, Your Excellency.
- See you in the morning.
- Yeah.
What do you think?
I think you should start looking
for a good pair of snowshoes.
Oh.
Good morning.
Oh, good morning.
Mm.
Marie was kind
enough to let me in.
- Mm-hmm.
- So I took the liberty
of putting my things
in the spare bedroom
at the end of the hall upstairs.
Oh, that's fine.
Ah. I had a very
invigorating run this morning.
Oh, and I hope you don't mind,
I helped myself to
those leftover muffins.
Not at all.
Not at all.
Oh, dear... they weren't
leftovers, were they?
They were your breakfast.
I'm terribly sorry.
I-I assumed you'd
eaten hours ago.
I'll, uh, I'll have Marie
fix you something.
Oh, it's fine.
Marie has already gone
for the weekly shopping.
Let-let me freshen that for you.
Here we go.
Morning.
Morning.
Company?
Father Prestwick has moved in.
You think he's moved
in now, just wait.
I can wait.
- Steve?
- What?
- Look at this.
- What?
That's the man who died
- in the confessional.
- Yeah, but skid row
is across town. How
did he get there?
Excellent question. Let's go.
- Go where?
- To the morgue.
Here we are.
Where are we?
I read about this
gentleman in the paper.
Yes, him.
I believe he's
been in our church.
- Might we see him?
- Sure.
We haven't been able to
I.D. yet... um, maybe you can.
You sure you want to
go, uh, through with this?
Frank, I've seen
dead bodies before.
Oh, okay.
Shot three times.
Thank you.
- Are you all right?
- Sure.
You recognize him, Father?
- Oh, yes.
- What was his name?
Well, I'm sorry, I didn't
actually know his name.
Uh, where was he found?
Mm, a junkyard
near Comiskey Park.
Ah. Any identification at all?
Wallet, credit cards, keys?
Not a thing.
Any eyewitness to the shooting?
Some skid row bum,
calls himself, uh...
Eddie the Artist.
Ah.
Well, thank you very much.
- You've been very helpful.
- I have?
Yes.
At least now I
know it was him...
whoever he was.
Excuse us, please. Pardon us.
Uh, sorry, Father,
better stay back.
- Steve!
- How you doing, Arthur?
- He's from the neighborhood.
- Uh-huh.
- Best shoplifter on the block.
- That was then.
Yeah. We look pretty good
in our uniforms,
don't you think?
Better than one that's
gray with numbers.
So, uh, what's going on here?
Locals like to roost in
there and get toasted.
That one took a
header of some kind.
His name wouldn't be Eddie
the Artist by any chance, would it?
- How'd you know?
- It's my lucky day.
Excuse us.
Not you. Get out of here.
Frank.
Frank, he's Jewish.
Where did you learn that?
- My best friend is a rabbi.
- Oh.
Hey, Frank, look.
- Bye.
- Bye, Father.
Bye, Steve... uh, Sister.
See ya.
Somebody paid Eddie the
Artist to be an eyewitness.
Yeah. That's their
eyewitness retirement program.
Listen, I noticed from
the marks on his throat
that he was choked.
Shouldn't we tell Arthur?
Well, the coroner
will see those marks.
The rest of it, let's
keep to ourselves
until we really have something.
Something like what?
Like whatever's behind
a mirror at Delmonico's.
Mm.
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Well, let's see, we covered
Delmonico Cleaners,
Delmonico Roofing,
Delmonico Restaurant...
They don't open till 6:00.
Frank?
Delmonico's Pastries...
They went out of business.
Frank, why don't
we try this one?
Hmm?
Delmonico Apartments!
But they're not in the
phone book. How did you...
I just saw it, just now.
Providence, Sister, Providence.
Yes, sir, Father,
can I help you today?
Well, actually, you can.
Uh, do you recognize this man?
Well, it looks like...
Nah, it couldn't be.
Well, maybe it could. Who is it?
It looks like Mr. Jericho
in the penthouse.
But it says here
it's a derelict.
Well, I certainly hope it's
not your Mr. Jericho, but, uh,
we've been asked
to look into it.
Could you let us into
his apartment, please?
Oh, I don't know.
He asked us to pick up
something from his apartment.
Behind the mirror,
wasn't it, Father?
That's what he said, yes.
He said it was a
matter of life and death.
There's no question about that.
Well...
I guess if you can't trust
you two... who can you trust?
That is a thought.
- Something wrong?
- Not yet.
May I, uh, come in?
What do you want?
Listen, uh, we're
closing in on a situation,
so you won't be hearing
from Phil for a while.
Why not?
Claudia, that's all I
can tell you right now.
Well, I can talk to
him, though, right?
I don't think so.
He had to go away
for a few days,
but I'll have him call you as
soon as he gets back, okay?
You take care.
Is there anything
else I can do for you?
No, thank you.
We'll just make
ourselves at home.
Some place.
Uh-huh, something
was taped here.
- Yeah, like an envelope, maybe.
- Mm.
Hi, honey. It's me.
I haven't heard from
you, and I was worried.
Call me. Bye.
Steve? Come in here, please.
Yeah?
This is very strange.
He's got new
clothes in the closet,
shoes that have never been worn.
There are things in the
bathroom but nothing personal.
There isn't a photo in the room,
not even a book next to the bed
to give us the slightest clue
as to who this guy really was.
Yeah, it's the same
thing with the desk.
Except for a couple of
bills, there's nothing in it.
Mm.
Yeah?
Yeah... it'll be
as clean as a pin.
No. No, the meet's still on.
The club, tonight.
Relax.
Everything's still in place.
Did you learn anything, Father?
Uh, yes... "Better
late than never."
Frank, the guy in the apartment
mentioned a meeting
at the club tonight.
- Which club was that?
- The Mile High Saloon.
It's a very posh club over in
Skokie... very slick and trendy.
How would you know that?
Jericho's charge card bill.
The guy must have partied
a lot at the Mile High Saloon.
So, what if I go
and take a look?
Absolutely not!
Can I help you, lady?
Well, I hope so.
I'm looking for
a bartending gig.
Saw your sign outside.
You don't look
much like a bar jock.
Napoleon didn't look
much like a general.
I'm experienced.
My old man was an alcoholic.
Huh. Bourbon and
water's out of date.
Now it's B-52's, zombies,
screaming blues,
oil slicks, lots of 'em.
And you got to have hands.
Mind if I borrow your bar?
Call 'em.
Kamikaze.
Long Island iced tea.
Vulcan mind probe.
Blue Hawaiian.
Start setting the bar up.
We open at 6:00.
You know, the bishop
and I were discussing
only just the other day...
the importance...
of modernizing the
financial side of the church.
Take the Vatican, for example.
Marie, have we heard
from Sister Steve lately?
Oh, um, she said she was
doing some volunteer work
at a rescue mission.
She said not to hold dinner.
What mission?
She didn't say, Father.
I heard some weird
music in the background.
Oh! I almost forgot.
What?
My evening rounds.
I must say...
you and Sister Steve are
very active outside the church.
- Yeah.
- I'll come with you.
What a fine idea!
If you've had the
necessary shots.
- Shots?
- Yes.
I'm going to visit the
exotic disease ward
at the county hospital.
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Yo, Father, what's
your pleasure?
Wha...
What are you doing back there?
Deep cover.
It's paying off, too.
Do you remember that guy
we saw in Jericho's apartment?
Well, his name's
Parker. He works here.
And check out Mr. Big.
His name is Vincent Tielman.
He makes everybody
here very nervous.
He just oozed in
a little while ago.
He was asking for Phil Jericho.
He's got two goons by the door.
Who's the woman he's talking to?
Her name's Ford.
She runs the joint.
Frank, be careful.
Good evening.
I gave at the office, Father.
No, I-I'm not soliciting.
In truth, I'm looking
for someone,
a man named, uh, Jericho,
Phil Jericho.
- Lost soul.
- Oh, I hope not.
Uh, someone
just told me that you
were asking for him.
Uh, would you know
where I could find him?
Why so interested, Father?
Well, it's been too long
since his last confession.
I'll tell him if I see him.
Where can he find you?
St. Michael's.
Thank you.
Problem?
I don't know.
What are they doing?
They're leaving.
- Where's the car?
- In back.
Let's go.
Hey, Chuck, will
you cover for me?
♪♪
What are we looking
for here, Frank?
I just wanted to see
what they would do
if we made them uncomfortable
enough at the club.
Let's go.
♪♪
Tomorrow.
So, what do we do now?
Follow the leader.
Look.
Isn't that Ford's car?
Wait here.
Frank...
Evening, Father.
Something I can
do for you, my child?
No, I don't think so.
But there is something
I can do for you...
Give you a little sage advice.
Stay away from things
that don't concern you.
That is sage advice.
I can't stress
this too strongly.
Good night, Father.
Good night.
And, as for you...
Yeah?
You're fired.
You know, Frank,
I've been thinking,
maybe we should clue
Sergeant Fulton in on some of this.
I mean, it's getting
very involved.
Yeah, I was thinking
the same thing,
but we can't prove any of it.
And Ford and Parker won't
even admit that they knew Jericho.
Bet on that.
Oh, your sermon this morning
was really terrific, by the way.
Oh!
Well, thank you.
That's very nice.
Hmm! Not much tuna fish left.
Father Prestwick got into it.
We're lucky we
still have a bowl.
Charity, Steve.
Well, thought the service
went rather well this morning.
I liked your sermon.
You know, the bishop
did one very similar once.
It was a classic.
- Oh, I'm sure it was.
- Hm.
And I have some ideas
about improving attendance,
which I think we
should talk about.
Mm.
Oh, dear, I didn't realize.
And I've taken the last of it.
- Mm.
- Don't worry about it.
Father Frank took
a vow of starvation.
- A what?
- Uh, it's all right, Father.
I'm not that hungry anyway.
Here.
Mm, by the way, there's a
woman here to see you...
A Mrs. Jericho?
Why didn't you say something?
I just did, Sister.
Mrs. Jericho.
I'm Father Dowling and, uh,
this is Sister Stephanie.
Hi.
Well, hello there.
What a pretty young lady.
I'll make this
brief, for her sake.
I want you to stop asking
around about my husband.
Uh, Mrs. Jericho, do you
know what happened to him?
Yes.
He's gone away...
for a long time.
We don't know
when he'll be back.
He had some trouble with
some business associates.
What kind of
business associates?
I don't know; I never asked.
Phillip made some mistakes,
and now he's paying for them...
but his associates have promised
to provide for Mary Ann and me
if you stay out of this.
Please, Father, for our sake,
do what they ask, please.
Well, of course, this, uh,
sheds an entirely
different light on things.
Well, then, you'll
leave this alone?
Don't worry about a thing.
Thank you.
I sure feel sorry for her kid.
That's not her child.
In fact, I'd be very surprised
if she was really Mrs. Jericho.
What do you mean?
Well, she and the late
Mr. Jericho had blue eyes.
The girl has brown eyes.
It's genetically impossible
for two blue-eyed parents
to have a brown-eyed child.
Well, why didn't we press her?
Why'd you tell her not to worry?
Because that's exactly what
I don't want Miss Ford to do.
So what do we do?
I don't know.
I have a suggestion.
And, uh, what might that be?
What say you and
I take inventory?
Why not?
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Hmm?
- Oh.
- Mm-hmm.
Yes?
3:00 will be fine.
No, I'll choose the
place, if you don't mind.
Stockyards.
See you there.
Tielman sound nervous?
He's a pro.
He'll be there.
Want a drink?
No, let's just go
pick up the others.
Okay.
You know, we have time.
Let's have one.
Okay.
Vodka?
Fine.
On second thought, do you
have any Cognac back there?
Yeah.
I got some really
good stuff out front.
Forget it, let's just go.
Okay.
Oh, sorry about that.
Now, apart from the odd
mistake now and then...
I admit to being a bit rusty...
Don't you think that's a
more exhilarating tempo?
Oh, very exhilarating.
Frank, I was looking
all over for you.
I was at the club to...
Uh, Father, why don't you try
it again with even more gusto?
Excellent suggestion!
There's a giant gun
deal going down today.
- What?! Where?
- Parker and Ford are buying,
Tielman's selling at 3:00,
and we've got 45 minutes.
Let's go.
Now, that was something,
don't you think, Father?
Father?
Father?
Frank, what are you telling me?
Uh, you're saying that
a guy that does laundry
is into some big gun deal?
A deal that's going down
in about ten minutes.
Herbie, all of my credibility,
- What credibility?
- And very possibly my future,
is on the line here.
Phillip Jericho died because
he uncovered the details
of the gun deal that Sister
Stephanie heard about today.
Right under your
nose, in nine minutes.
You've got to believe us.
All right, pray you're
right about this.
Get me Thompson.
Okay, hold it,
give 'em the signal.
Okay, it's Tielman,
right on time.
Come on, move.
You two are behind this?
You're in serious trouble.
Those guys are getting
worked over real good.
Yeah, they've been in
there an awfully long time.
- Come on in, Frank.
- Oh.
Ah, the crime busters.
Allow me, Frank.
Jessica Ford, Bureau
Chief of the FBI.
You two have managed
to do something
most people wouldn't dream of.
I don't understand what.
I'll tell you what.
An FBI sting that has been
six months in the planning.
A chance to bust one of
the biggest arms dealers
in the country.
An opportunity that
might be lost forever.
That's what.
- But Phillip Jericho...
- Yeah, who killed him?
He was working
undercover for us.
Tielman found
out and killed him.
Now, if I could think of a
charge against the two of you,
I'd have you behind
bars right now.
And until I do,
I've done the next best thing...
I notified the bishop.
I think it's time for me to
buy a pair of snowshoes.
Those two almost
cost us a fortune...
and a trip to Brazil.
He should be out of
our hair now, right?
If he isn't...
take care of him.
Is Father Frank still
in with the bishop?
The bishop just called
in Father Prestwick.
- Uh-oh.
- How serious is it?
I think Father Frank Dowling
is on his way to another parish.
Oh, no.
Oh, yes.
Well, that's terrible.
It's all because of
this FBI business?
Afraid so.
Well, who'll take over here?
I'd bet on Father Prestwick.
Oh, dear.
Marie, I thought you
liked Father Prestwick.
Well, he's no Father Dowling.
Yeah, but you're always
saying that Father Dowling
is no Father Hunnaker.
Well, he wasn't.
And if he's no Father Hunnaker,
then Father Prestwick is
certainly no Father Dowling.
I see what you mean.
Oh.
How bad, Frank?
Well...
remember what you
said about the bishop
maybe sending me
to Nome, Alaska?
- He didn't!
- No.
Anchorage.
Oh, uh... I'll finish
this tomorrow.
I got to go.
Marie upset about all this?
Yeah, I think she
actually likes you.
Hm.
Is the bishop still here?
Yeah, he's talking
to Father Prestwick.
I'm gonna go see if
they need anything.
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Your Excellency,
I cannot tell you
how much this vote of
confidence means to me.
Yes, I'm sure, Father.
Your Excellency, may I
have a word with you, please?
Of course.
Privately?
Oh. Uh, I-I'll, uh... Excuse me.
- Your Excellency, I...
- Sister Stephanie,
you may not go to Anchorage
with Father Dowling.
Why not?
Because Father Prestwick
and the parish need you here.
But, Your Excellency...
There'll be no
further discussion.
Good day, Sister.
Bishop wouldn't
let you go with me?
No.
Red nine on a black ten.
Mm.
Okay, sweetie.
There you go.
Come on, sugar.
Honey, go play upstairs
for Mommy, okay?
Go on.
How did you get in here?
I think it would be a good idea
if you went away for a while.
Phillip's in some kind
of trouble, isn't he?
No. It's just a precaution.
You know the rules.
Yeah.
Okay, I'll go to my mother's.
I've got the number.
If anything changes,
I'll let you know.
Claudia, relax.
Business is great.
Don't let me interrupt.
You're not.
Thank you.
Sure.
I've been thinking, there's...
something about
this whole business
that's always bothered me.
Specifically?
A man is shot, mortally wounded.
Comes into my
confessional, and he says,
"Delmonico's, behind a mirror."
And?
He doesn't say call the
FBI; not even the police.
So we go to
Delmonico's Apartments,
look behind the mirror and find
that there was
something taped there,
but had been removed.
Now, what if it wasn't
Tielman and his people
that Jericho was afraid of?
You mean he was worried
about somebody in the FBI?
Well, they had access
to his apartment.
What if one of them removed
whatever it was
behind his mirror?
Most likely a... a
letter of some sort.
Frank, do you really
want to pursue this theory?
I mean... under
the circumstances?
Steve, Phillip Jericho
came into my church
looking for someone he could
trust, that he could rely on.
Now, I can't rest until I
know what happened to him.
Do you still have that tape
from the answering
machine that you, uh...
borrowed from the
Jericho apartment?
I want some plastic explosives,
enough to blow up a small house.
A detonator with
about 20 feet of wire.
An acetylene torch
with two full tanks.
Okay. What do you want it for?
Just get 'em, okay?
Sure.
Hi, honey. It's me.
I haven't heard from
you, and I was worried.
Call me, okay? Bye.
It's hard to say.
Do you think it's the
real Mrs. Jericho?
- Play it again.
- Again?!
Yeah, and-and-and
turn up the volume.
I want to hear the
background noise.
Hi, honey. It's me.
I haven't heard from
you, and I was worried.
Call me, okay?
Bye.
Sounds like a church.
And a jackhammer.
So all we have to know is
where they were working
on a street near a church.
And maybe we'll find
the real Mrs. Jericho.
It's worth a try.
Well, we'll have to check it out
with the Department
of Public Works.
Oh, there you are, Father.
I was wondering if
you'd be good enough
to go over the parish
attendance records with me.
Why, of course.
Sister, would you be kind enough
to take care of
that other matter?
My thought, exactly.
Uh, other matter?
I'm... considering a new parka.
Something you wear in Alaska.
Oh! Oh.
Ah, Marie!
Glad you're here.
Even if a tiny bit late.
Here is the shopping
list for the week.
And if you'd be so kind, see if
they have any fresh cantaloupe.
Not too soft.
How soft is that?
Use your best judgment.
- I'll be in the church.
- Mm.
Marie?
Yeah?
I, uh...
I'm really sorry
to be leaving here.
I'm especially gonna miss you.
Well... well, at least
we'll have somebody
around here who's organized,
- for a change.
- Yeah.
Well, got... got to
go to market, Father,
before the
cantaloupes get too soft.
Phone company. Check
out your terminals?
Come in. What's wrong with them?
We don't know, Father.
That's why we got to check 'em.
- Where's the basement?
- Down here.
Thanks.
Frank, it's me.
I just went to the
Department of Public Works.
I think I got it.
It's on the corner of, uh,
Wabash and Armitage.
Okay, I'll pick you up.
Bye.
This street was being repaired
the day of the phone call.
Mm.
Those chimes sound familiar.
Sister... I think we're
on the right track.
Let's start knocking.
Frank, we tried just about
every house in the neighborhood.
Maybe we were wrong.
Well, let's try one more, hmm?
Maybe they'll offer
us some coffee.
My feet are killing me.
Phillip worked for the
FBI for nearly 15 years.
It was hard work and long hours.
He was susceptible.
And how is that, Mrs. Jericho?
He got hooked on having money...
Living high...
And it changed him.
He went on the take.
He double-crossed the FBI?
I can't prove that.
But all of a sudden he had
a lot of money to spend...
in cash.
Are you sure that
neither of you...
As a matter of fact, I
would enjoy a bit of cognac.
I'm sorry, Father, I...
That's fine.
Mrs. Jericho, do you know
who killed your husband?
The guys who
were paying him off.
He probably pushed
too hard for more money,
and they pushed back.
The FBI told you that?
Yes.
And they asked me to see you,
to keep you away from the sting.
Where's your little girl?
The kid... that was their idea.
The bereaved widow and all that.
Look, they said
they'd give me a hand,
and after the
way Phillip left me,
I needed one.
It's a terrible
thing to say, but...
he'll probably be better
off for me dead than alive.
I think you're right.
It is a terrible thing to say.
Well...
obrigado, Mrs. Jericho.
That's Portuguese
for "Thank you."
I noticed your phrase book.
Sister?
Bye-bye.
Bye.
Well, they bought it.
I can't say I'll miss 'em.
I miss you.
Me, too.
Are you sure she
doesn't know about us?
Positive.
Well, we don't have to
get right back, do we?
What do we do now, Frank?
Well, I would like to
have a look around inside.
But how do we get in
without breaking and entering?
No problem.
Steve, you didn't!
Frank, you wouldn't
think I would.
Of course not. Let's go in.
She wasn't very
familiar with the house.
How so?
Cognac.
Oh.
I bought one of these
as a Christmas present
for the bishop last year.
Hmm.
I've always wanted one of these.
Well, the least they
could have done was
to put the pictures back.
Hey, what was all that stuff
about the Portuguese
phrase book?
Well, maybe she was planning
a trip to Portugal or Brazil.
Must be Brazil.
Killers never go to Portugal.
Hmm.
Hi, this is Claudia.
I'm in Omaha with my mother.
I'll be home Sunday, so
please leave a message
or call back Monday.
Wait for the beep.
Hello. That's our first lead.
Sort of.
We don't have Mom's name,
and Omaha's a big town.
Yeah.
Jerichos' wedding picture.
Hmm. The real Mrs.
Jericho's very attractive.
Yeah. Hmm.
"E. Jenkins Fine Photography,
Omaha, Nebraska."
Maybe the photographer
has some records
on Mrs. Jericho's family.
I'll jump on it.
What are you looking for, Frank?
Some cancelled
checks, blank checks,
something that'll tell us
where Jericho did his banking.
You know that woman worked hard
to convince us that
Jericho was being paid off.
Let's just see how
big the lie really is.
How'd you do?
Well, Mr. Freeman was so glad
that, uh, I wasn't
there for a donation
that he gave me a copy of
Mr. Jericho's bank statement.
He gave it to you?
Well, I told him someone in
our church had passed away;
that I was acting on
behalf of the family.
Frank, he wasn't
exactly a member.
Oh, I just said he
was in our parish.
Hey, how about this?
Two $25,000 checks deposited
into the account of Mr. Jericho.
So, she was telling
the truth about that...
The phony Mrs. Jericho, I mean.
Yes, but if Tielman was
paying him off, why kill him?
Well, maybe he was
pushing for more money.
Oh...
Well, this is odd.
The last check was deposited
the day before Jericho died.
Why pay him, and
then have him killed?
Well, Frank, anybody
could deposit money
into someone's account.
Oh, you're right.
I certainly would like to
know if it was Tielman.
We could find that out.
All we need is his checkbook.
And how do we get that?
Oh, that's how we get that.
Do you know what the winters
are like in Anchorage, Frank?
That was really quite delicious.
I'm not usually a
pot roast man myself,
but I gave Marie
explicit instructions that,
for the next 48 hours,
she's to make only
your favorite dishes.
That's very thoughtful of you.
Well, I realize we don't
know each other very well,
and this isn't
exactly a happy time,
but I do wish you well in
your new assignment, Father.
Well, thank you.
And I'm sure you'll
do a fine job here, too.
Especially with Sister Steve
giving you her full cooperation
and support.
Actually, I have to admit,
I'm looking forward to it.
There's so much to be done,
and it's really quite a challenge.
And I can't tell you how much
I'm looking forward to
working with you, Sister.
I can't tell you how much
I'm looking forward to
working with you, either.
Uh, well...
I think I'm gonna call it a day.
Me, too.
Oh, I was rather looking forward
to, uh, going over a few
things with you tonight, Father.
You haven't been around much,
and, uh, I have
something of a lengthy list.
Well, then we'll take it up
first thing in the morning.
I'm afraid I'd be of
no use to you tonight.
Oh. Fine.
I'll clear the table.
I... I'm gonna lend you a hand.
Oh, uh, you can retire, Father.
Yeah, we'll take care of this.
That's very kind of you.
Actually, I was thinking that...
A look at Tielman's
books should tell us
if Jericho's on the payroll.
Yeah.
Question is... how do we get in?
Hey...
♪♪
♪♪
I'll take a look.
Be careful.
Okay.
What do you mean, you
want to modify our deal?
A million and a half.
Why should I drop a half
million dollars from my price?
Because you got
the guns for drugs,
which cost a third of that.
And because you don't
have any other ready buyers,
or you wouldn't risk selling
to me after what's happened.
Suit yourself.
When do we do it?
Tomorrow.
I found a list of payoffs.
The thing was two pages long.
Was Jericho on the list?
Nice doing business with you.
Well, if there's nothing else,
I'll see you tomorrow.
There's a deserted
warehouse on Clark, off 22nd.
I'll find it.
1:00.
Uh... see what that is.
Anything?
Why don't you guys
check out the whole place?
I'll see you in my office.
It's just a short
in the equipment.
It happens all the time.
♪♪
Tielman's payoff list.
Jericho's not on it, but I
recognize a few of the names.
Yeah?
Yeah, so do I.
Well, there's a congressman...
senator, and a couple
of federal judges,
but no Phillip Jericho.
And that can only lead
us to one conclusion...
That somebody in the FBI
framed and killed Jericho.
You pick me up first
thing in the morning.
I'll be here.
Uh... there you are.
Good evening, Father.
I'm glad you think
so, Father Dowling.
Something wrong?
Well, I'd say there's
a good deal wrong.
You two are always running off
doing who knows what,
even have you have paid
a rather severe penalty
for your indiscretions.
I am constantly being treated
as though I'm some sort of...
Interloper?
Thank you.
Now, I have tried to be
charitable and understanding,
but you two are really
trying my patience.
Now, I am responsible
for this parish,
and I would appreciate
some straight answers.
Sister Stephanie,
where have you been?
Don't look to Father
Dowling, Sister.
I am in charge here.
And you can answer to me.
Sister, I, uh, think you
should say good night.
You'll stay right here, Sister.
Father Prestwick, let's
clarify something, shall we?
Until Monday morning,
I am still the priest
of his parish, not you.
And I shall set
the rules, not you.
And the first rule is that
you will stop interrogating me
regarding my whereabouts.
The second is that you'll
stop hovering around here
like some sort of specter.
And if you want a
little friendly advice,
it wouldn't hurt you to get to
know the members of this parish,
instead of worrying
about the inventory.
Not once, in all the
conversations that we've had,
have you made inquiries into
the well-being of our parishioners.
All you're concerned about
is the business of the church.
Well, the business of the
church is its congregation.
And the sooner you learn that,
the better you'll be
able to serve them.
Good night.
You look like somebody
who needs an omelet.
Hm.
This is delicious.
I didn't know you
were such a good cook.
Yeah, when I was a kid,
I kind of learned how
to cook in self-defense,
'cause my mom would always
wait for my dad to come home
before she'd start cooking,
'cause sometimes,
he'd never show up,
or if he did, he'd
pass out or something.
So I learned to cook.
Good for you.
Frank, can I ask you a question?
Mm-hmm.
We think somebody in
the FBI's behind this, right?
Which means either Ford,
Parker or the fake Mrs. Jericho.
Well, they sure been a
step ahead of us all the way.
Like, today, how did they know
to have the fake Mrs.
Jericho there waiting or us?
Of course!
What are we looking for, Frank?
This...
This is how they knew.
How do you like that?
They bugged our phone.
Can I talk to Frank?
Just a moment.
It's for you.
Thank you.
Yeah, Steve?
Frank, you were right.
I just talked to the
photographer in Omaha,
the one that photographed
the Jericho's wedding.
Yeah, well, he knows the wife's
family, and I just spoke to her.
What did she say?
Well, she's flying
out today to meet us.
She wants to go
over the case with us.
I don't think she
trusts the FBI either.
Well, I don't know if it's
safe to meet her here.
Well, I told her to meet us
at Civic Center Park at 3:00.
Okay. I'll meet you there.
Now, we'll see.
I never trusted any of them.
They called me at my
mother's and told me
that Phillip had been
killed in the line of duty.
I don't know why, but I
never really believed it.
Why don't you go to a
hotel, and we'll let you know.
Yeah.
Would you please give
us your blessing, Sister?
God bless you.
And God bless you.
Come on, sweetie.
Thank you.
I was wondering
who might show up.
My money was on Parker.
You two won't leave well
enough alone, will you?
What did Jericho have
on you, Miss Ford?
Why did you have him killed?
Aren't you supposed to be
on your way to Alaska, father?
Somebody had to make that
deposit into Jericho's account.
I'll bet if we ran a check
on your bank statement,
we'd come up with something.
Let me ask you a
question, Father.
Did you really think
that I'd come here alone?
Come on.
Watch it!
This doesn't change
anything, you know.
All you're doing is
buying a little time.
Come here.
Bishop's gonna be
very upset about this.
Hurry up.
Let's go.
Not that I'm complaining,
but why didn't they do us in?
I think they just
wanted us out of the way
until the gun deal
goes down today.
Frank, what are you doing?
I think we can
work this post loose.
Yeah, but what
if it's supporting
the roof or something?
Oh, I don't think it's
supporting anything.
I really don't think
it's a good idea, Frank.
Oh, come on now, heave.
One, two, three.
Steve?
Yeah?
Are you all right?
I'm fine.
I don't think engineering
is your long suit.
Oh.
- Come on, let's get to a phone.
- Okay.
Oh, well, I didn't have
any change on me, anyway.
Hmm.
Hmm.
Steve, what are you doing?
Frank, get on!
How did you manage this?
Wasn't easy.
I never hot-wired
a tractor before.
And you don't know how to...
how to drive one either, huh?
- Well, how tough can it be?
- Yeah.
Why would an FBI chief
knock off one of her own guys?
Because maybe it was Ford that
was on the take and not Jericho.
Or Jericho had something on her.
That's why Jericho hid the
evidence behind the mirror.
But Ford got there
before we did.
I can't go around arresting
senior members of the FBI
without some kind of evidence.
Herbie...
Sergeant... if we
don't get to Ford
before this gun deal today,
we're probably gonna
lose her altogether.
Yeah, she's gonna skip town
with the money or the guns,
or she would have killed us.
She figured that by
the time we got to you,
it would be too late.
Now, you gotta do something!
There isn't a minute to lose!
Frank, I just can't!
All right, then.
We know where
this deal is going off.
- Going down.
- Going down.
And we're going there
with or without you.
You can't do that!
At this point, I've
got nothing to lose.
Come on, Sister.
Frank? Frank, come back here!
You two... with me.
Come on.
- There.
- All right.
Keep an eye on 'em, Frank.
It's okay. I'll do it.
Let's... go by the... the club.
Maybe we can head
off Ford and Parker.
Agent Parker.
Now will you believe me, Herbie?
I'll take the keys to the van.
All right, that's it.
Mr. Tielman,
you're under arrest.
FBI.
All right, book 'em and
read 'em their rights.
Lower. On the ground!
No hard feelings.
Drop dead.
Well, you're too late
to foul it up this time.
What kept you?
Your kidnapping us didn't help.
Really, Father, you ought to
give your imagination a rest
before it gets
the better of you.
Whatever your plan was,
it's not going to work now.
I told him everything.
Oh, you did?
Do you have a problem
with something, Sergeant?
Uh...
your Agent Parker is dead...
The club you were using.
Parker.
He was a good man.
I'll make sure
Tielman buys it for that.
Anything else?
Uh... no, I guess not.
I know that you
killed Phillip Jericho.
Good-bye, Father.
She's getting away with it.
Did the best you could, Frank.
Frank, I'm telling
you, you can't...
Oh!
Frank, we just missed our ride.
Frank, you're not
gonna try to lift that.
You're gonna hurt yourself.
I think I've got it.
Flight 921 from New York
will be delayed for take-off
due to weather
conditions at Kennedy.
Attention, please.
Flight 921 from New
York will be delayed,
due to weather conditions.
One of the problems
with international
flights is the odd hours
and days that they
leave and arrive.
Excuse me.
It certainly can be
an inconvenience,
particularly to someone who
is looking for a speedy getaway.
Oh, you're leaving
without your companions?
I see you have three
boarding passes.
Don't turn around, Father.
Gonna take a walk
over to the elevators.
Since you came through
the same metal detectors
as everyone else, it's
unlikely you have a weapon.
Give yourself up.
I told the police how you
staged your own death
with that lightweight
manhole cover,
making your getaway possible.
You're finished, Miss Ford.
Let's go.
You're not going to
Rio, but the money is.
I realized the three
of you were a team,
but it's probably just as well
that you didn't go
on that trip with her.
She killed Parker.
What?
You didn't know?
I'm sorry.
But she probably
would've killed you, too,
when she had no
further use for you.
What's he saying?
I want to talk with my lawyer.
Is Father Frank still
in with the bishop?
The bishop just called
in Father Prestwick.
How serious is it?
Well?
I'm staying.
Mm!
Mm...
Isn't that great, Marie?
Well, I'm not sure it matters
which priest we have here.
The hard work always seems
to fall on you know who.
Well, I'm going to the market.
Gonna get a pot roast.
What about Father Prestwick?
Anchorage.
Those long winter
nights, the icy cold,
the frozen north... What
an extraordinary challenge.
Well, I'm sure you're just
the man for the job, Father.
- Absolutely.
- Thank you.
And don't think
that I've forgotten the advice
you gave me, Father Frank.
I'm going to whip that
congregation into shape.
I'm sure you will.
Go get 'em, Father.
Oh... yes, the bishop's waiting.
I really should go.
No time for long good-byes.
Thank you.
Black eight on the red nine.
Uh-oh, Melissa,
what happened here?
You seen my keys?
Yeah, with the mail,
on the living room table.
- Ah!
- Daddy forgot his keys again.
Don't forget to
call the plumber.
Right.
Half my shower wound
up on the bathroom floor.
But gentleman that
I am, I cleaned it up.
Oh, you are a prince.
Don't forget to call me
when you get there, please.
I'll be back Sunday.
- Sunday?
- Yeah.
It's weekend work.
Can't be avoided.
Don't you get too big
while your daddy's gone.
Want to see me to the door? Huh?
Mm, mm, mm!
Please be careful.
- If you insist.
- I do.
I love you.
Wave bye to Daddy.
- Bye-bye.
- Hey.
♪♪
♪♪
Yeah, it's me.
I went home for the weekend.
Sure.
I can meet you in
about 30 minutes.
Where?
Okay.
♪♪
♪♪
I don't know what to do, Father.
I think I love Michael
more than I do John.
More than your husband?
Yes.
Well, I think you love
Michael in a different way
than you love John.
After all, Michael is your cat.
But what do I do?
I think you should
say ten Hail Marys,
put the cat out at night
and John on a diet.
Thank you, Father.
Father?
Father?
Would you speak
up louder, my son?
Are you all right?
Oh, my God, what
happened to you?
Closer.
Delmonico's...
behind... the mirror.
Through this holy anointing,
may the Lord, in
His love and mercy,
help you, with the
grace of the Holy Spirit.
I'm just no good at cards.
Yeah, but this game is easy.
You only use three cards.
Oh, well, that's better.
How do you play it?
Okay, you got the
two black aces, right?
And you got the red queen.
This was a big favorite
in the neighborhood.
If you can tell me
where the red queen is,
then I'll do the
dishes all week long.
But if you can't tell me,
then you have to stay late
tomorrow and make a pot roast.
Well, how about
two out of three...
Pot roast and chocolate cake?
Ooh...
Frank, what's the matter?
A man just died
in the confessional.
Operator, this is an emergency.
OFFICER: 10-4. Thank you.
I got it.
Herbie, he practically
died in my arms.
If he comes back, Frank,
you have him give us a call.
Hey, Frank, nobody
calls me Herbie,
not since, like, the
third grade, so just...
just call me what everybody
else calls me... Sarge.
Sarge, I'm telling you
that the man was dead.
He-he must have been
stabbed or shot or something.
He had blood all over him.
There's no trace
of blood on the floor,
there's no trace of blood on
the wall, there's no trace of him.
Maybe he had, like, a seizure
or something, you know?
And you left, he
felt better, he left.
He was dead.
He said something about
Delmonico's, behind a mirror.
That's all I could make out.
Okay, well, you have
it your way, Frank.
He's dead, but he's not here.
Listen, I-I gotta
get back to work.
I'll-I'll see you
on Sunday, huh?
That'll be a nice change.
Oh, give my best to Glenda.
Excuse me, Sister, could
we ask you a few questions?
I-Is that on?
The police just informed us
that you reported a murder
here, but now the body is missing.
Is that correct?
I think they're
working on that part.
Are you Father Dowling?
Yes, I am, but we have
nothing to say about this matter.
Thanks just the same.
Do you think there's
any religious significance
to the disappearance
of this dead man?
What?!
Did the body just appear to you?
Look, I don't care for
what you're implying.
Frank, I think we should
just leave this alone.
Would you say this is a rather
miraculous occurrence?
A man died in my confessional.
When the police arrived,
he'd been removed.
This is not a miracle. In fact,
there's every evidence
to suggest foul play.
Now, that's all I have to say.
Do you mind if I stay and see if
we made the 10:00 news, too?
How could they
resist repeating it?
Markets, while
closing stronger here.
I tried reaching the
bishop at his residence
to warn him, but
they said he was out.
Oh, good. Well, maybe
he didn't see the 6:00 news.
- Mm.
- You know, he'd like nothing better
than a reason to
ship you to Alaska.
Who could that be?
With my luck, it's
probably 60 Minutes.
Good evening, Your Excellency.
Pl-Please come in.
Oh, good evening,
Your Excellency.
Frank, this is Father Prestwick.
I-I-I tried to
reach you earlier.
I'm sure you did. We've already
seen the news, Sister Stephanie.
Oh, Bishop, before
you say anything,
please, let me explain.
I... I-I never intended to
go on television about this,
because I realize
it might be compromising
the church, and that's
- the last thing I...
- Now, excuse me, Frank,
but this explanation
really isn't necessary.
I would assume as much.
- You would?
- Of course.
Oh.
I merely came by to introduce
- Father Prestwick.
- How do you do?
Father is interested
in spending some time
observing a typical parish,
since he's in line
for one of his own.
Like ours?
Exactly like ours?
- Exactly.
- I promise not to be underfoot,
and I'm very grateful
for the opportunity
to see how your
church works firsthand.
First thing in the
morning, then.
I'm something of
an early riser myself.
Oh, we'll look forward to it.
Case of a missing cadaver.
A very strange occurrence today
at St. Michael's
Catholic Church.
The police just informed us that
you reported a murder here,
but now the body is missing.
Is that correct?
There's every evidence
to suggest foul play.
A murder mystery or a
miracle at St. Michael's?
I guess we'll just
have to wait and see.
That's not what he
said, Your Excellency.
- They edited that film...
- Bishop, they have taken
- this entire thing out of context.
- Yeah.
Frank, I understand
how these things work...
I know
in the past I've indulged
myself in a few flights of fancy...
Oh, I-I'm sort of an
armchair detective.
- So I've heard.
- Getting late.
We'd better be leaving.
- Good evening, Sister Stephanie.
- Good evening, Your Excellency.
- See you in the morning.
- Yeah.
What do you think?
I think you should start looking
for a good pair of snowshoes.
Oh.
Good morning.
Oh, good morning.
Mm.
Marie was kind
enough to let me in.
- Mm-hmm.
- So I took the liberty
of putting my things
in the spare bedroom
at the end of the hall upstairs.
Oh, that's fine.
Ah. I had a very
invigorating run this morning.
Oh, and I hope you don't mind,
I helped myself to
those leftover muffins.
Not at all.
Not at all.
Oh, dear... they weren't
leftovers, were they?
They were your breakfast.
I'm terribly sorry.
I-I assumed you'd
eaten hours ago.
I'll, uh, I'll have Marie
fix you something.
Oh, it's fine.
Marie has already gone
for the weekly shopping.
Let-let me freshen that for you.
Here we go.
Morning.
Morning.
Company?
Father Prestwick has moved in.
You think he's moved
in now, just wait.
I can wait.
- Steve?
- What?
- Look at this.
- What?
That's the man who died
- in the confessional.
- Yeah, but skid row
is across town. How
did he get there?
Excellent question. Let's go.
- Go where?
- To the morgue.
Here we are.
Where are we?
I read about this
gentleman in the paper.
Yes, him.
I believe he's
been in our church.
- Might we see him?
- Sure.
We haven't been able to
I.D. yet... um, maybe you can.
You sure you want to
go, uh, through with this?
Frank, I've seen
dead bodies before.
Oh, okay.
Shot three times.
Thank you.
- Are you all right?
- Sure.
You recognize him, Father?
- Oh, yes.
- What was his name?
Well, I'm sorry, I didn't
actually know his name.
Uh, where was he found?
Mm, a junkyard
near Comiskey Park.
Ah. Any identification at all?
Wallet, credit cards, keys?
Not a thing.
Any eyewitness to the shooting?
Some skid row bum,
calls himself, uh...
Eddie the Artist.
Ah.
Well, thank you very much.
- You've been very helpful.
- I have?
Yes.
At least now I
know it was him...
whoever he was.
Excuse us, please. Pardon us.
Uh, sorry, Father,
better stay back.
- Steve!
- How you doing, Arthur?
- He's from the neighborhood.
- Uh-huh.
- Best shoplifter on the block.
- That was then.
Yeah. We look pretty good
in our uniforms,
don't you think?
Better than one that's
gray with numbers.
So, uh, what's going on here?
Locals like to roost in
there and get toasted.
That one took a
header of some kind.
His name wouldn't be Eddie
the Artist by any chance, would it?
- How'd you know?
- It's my lucky day.
Excuse us.
Not you. Get out of here.
Frank.
Frank, he's Jewish.
Where did you learn that?
- My best friend is a rabbi.
- Oh.
Hey, Frank, look.
- Bye.
- Bye, Father.
Bye, Steve... uh, Sister.
See ya.
Somebody paid Eddie the
Artist to be an eyewitness.
Yeah. That's their
eyewitness retirement program.
Listen, I noticed from
the marks on his throat
that he was choked.
Shouldn't we tell Arthur?
Well, the coroner
will see those marks.
The rest of it, let's
keep to ourselves
until we really have something.
Something like what?
Like whatever's behind
a mirror at Delmonico's.
Mm.
♪♪
Well, let's see, we covered
Delmonico Cleaners,
Delmonico Roofing,
Delmonico Restaurant...
They don't open till 6:00.
Frank?
Delmonico's Pastries...
They went out of business.
Frank, why don't
we try this one?
Hmm?
Delmonico Apartments!
But they're not in the
phone book. How did you...
I just saw it, just now.
Providence, Sister, Providence.
Yes, sir, Father,
can I help you today?
Well, actually, you can.
Uh, do you recognize this man?
Well, it looks like...
Nah, it couldn't be.
Well, maybe it could. Who is it?
It looks like Mr. Jericho
in the penthouse.
But it says here
it's a derelict.
Well, I certainly hope it's
not your Mr. Jericho, but, uh,
we've been asked
to look into it.
Could you let us into
his apartment, please?
Oh, I don't know.
He asked us to pick up
something from his apartment.
Behind the mirror,
wasn't it, Father?
That's what he said, yes.
He said it was a
matter of life and death.
There's no question about that.
Well...
I guess if you can't trust
you two... who can you trust?
That is a thought.
- Something wrong?
- Not yet.
May I, uh, come in?
What do you want?
Listen, uh, we're
closing in on a situation,
so you won't be hearing
from Phil for a while.
Why not?
Claudia, that's all I
can tell you right now.
Well, I can talk to
him, though, right?
I don't think so.
He had to go away
for a few days,
but I'll have him call you as
soon as he gets back, okay?
You take care.
Is there anything
else I can do for you?
No, thank you.
We'll just make
ourselves at home.
Some place.
Uh-huh, something
was taped here.
- Yeah, like an envelope, maybe.
- Mm.
Hi, honey. It's me.
I haven't heard from
you, and I was worried.
Call me. Bye.
Steve? Come in here, please.
Yeah?
This is very strange.
He's got new
clothes in the closet,
shoes that have never been worn.
There are things in the
bathroom but nothing personal.
There isn't a photo in the room,
not even a book next to the bed
to give us the slightest clue
as to who this guy really was.
Yeah, it's the same
thing with the desk.
Except for a couple of
bills, there's nothing in it.
Mm.
Yeah?
Yeah... it'll be
as clean as a pin.
No. No, the meet's still on.
The club, tonight.
Relax.
Everything's still in place.
Did you learn anything, Father?
Uh, yes... "Better
late than never."
Frank, the guy in the apartment
mentioned a meeting
at the club tonight.
- Which club was that?
- The Mile High Saloon.
It's a very posh club over in
Skokie... very slick and trendy.
How would you know that?
Jericho's charge card bill.
The guy must have partied
a lot at the Mile High Saloon.
So, what if I go
and take a look?
Absolutely not!
Can I help you, lady?
Well, I hope so.
I'm looking for
a bartending gig.
Saw your sign outside.
You don't look
much like a bar jock.
Napoleon didn't look
much like a general.
I'm experienced.
My old man was an alcoholic.
Huh. Bourbon and
water's out of date.
Now it's B-52's, zombies,
screaming blues,
oil slicks, lots of 'em.
And you got to have hands.
Mind if I borrow your bar?
Call 'em.
Kamikaze.
Long Island iced tea.
Vulcan mind probe.
Blue Hawaiian.
Start setting the bar up.
We open at 6:00.
You know, the bishop
and I were discussing
only just the other day...
the importance...
of modernizing the
financial side of the church.
Take the Vatican, for example.
Marie, have we heard
from Sister Steve lately?
Oh, um, she said she was
doing some volunteer work
at a rescue mission.
She said not to hold dinner.
What mission?
She didn't say, Father.
I heard some weird
music in the background.
Oh! I almost forgot.
What?
My evening rounds.
I must say...
you and Sister Steve are
very active outside the church.
- Yeah.
- I'll come with you.
What a fine idea!
If you've had the
necessary shots.
- Shots?
- Yes.
I'm going to visit the
exotic disease ward
at the county hospital.
♪♪
Yo, Father, what's
your pleasure?
Wha...
What are you doing back there?
Deep cover.
It's paying off, too.
Do you remember that guy
we saw in Jericho's apartment?
Well, his name's
Parker. He works here.
And check out Mr. Big.
His name is Vincent Tielman.
He makes everybody
here very nervous.
He just oozed in
a little while ago.
He was asking for Phil Jericho.
He's got two goons by the door.
Who's the woman he's talking to?
Her name's Ford.
She runs the joint.
Frank, be careful.
Good evening.
I gave at the office, Father.
No, I-I'm not soliciting.
In truth, I'm looking
for someone,
a man named, uh, Jericho,
Phil Jericho.
- Lost soul.
- Oh, I hope not.
Uh, someone
just told me that you
were asking for him.
Uh, would you know
where I could find him?
Why so interested, Father?
Well, it's been too long
since his last confession.
I'll tell him if I see him.
Where can he find you?
St. Michael's.
Thank you.
Problem?
I don't know.
What are they doing?
They're leaving.
- Where's the car?
- In back.
Let's go.
Hey, Chuck, will
you cover for me?
♪♪
What are we looking
for here, Frank?
I just wanted to see
what they would do
if we made them uncomfortable
enough at the club.
Let's go.
♪♪
Tomorrow.
So, what do we do now?
Follow the leader.
Look.
Isn't that Ford's car?
Wait here.
Frank...
Evening, Father.
Something I can
do for you, my child?
No, I don't think so.
But there is something
I can do for you...
Give you a little sage advice.
Stay away from things
that don't concern you.
That is sage advice.
I can't stress
this too strongly.
Good night, Father.
Good night.
And, as for you...
Yeah?
You're fired.
You know, Frank,
I've been thinking,
maybe we should clue
Sergeant Fulton in on some of this.
I mean, it's getting
very involved.
Yeah, I was thinking
the same thing,
but we can't prove any of it.
And Ford and Parker won't
even admit that they knew Jericho.
Bet on that.
Oh, your sermon this morning
was really terrific, by the way.
Oh!
Well, thank you.
That's very nice.
Hmm! Not much tuna fish left.
Father Prestwick got into it.
We're lucky we
still have a bowl.
Charity, Steve.
Well, thought the service
went rather well this morning.
I liked your sermon.
You know, the bishop
did one very similar once.
It was a classic.
- Oh, I'm sure it was.
- Hm.
And I have some ideas
about improving attendance,
which I think we
should talk about.
Mm.
Oh, dear, I didn't realize.
And I've taken the last of it.
- Mm.
- Don't worry about it.
Father Frank took
a vow of starvation.
- A what?
- Uh, it's all right, Father.
I'm not that hungry anyway.
Here.
Mm, by the way, there's a
woman here to see you...
A Mrs. Jericho?
Why didn't you say something?
I just did, Sister.
Mrs. Jericho.
I'm Father Dowling and, uh,
this is Sister Stephanie.
Hi.
Well, hello there.
What a pretty young lady.
I'll make this
brief, for her sake.
I want you to stop asking
around about my husband.
Uh, Mrs. Jericho, do you
know what happened to him?
Yes.
He's gone away...
for a long time.
We don't know
when he'll be back.
He had some trouble with
some business associates.
What kind of
business associates?
I don't know; I never asked.
Phillip made some mistakes,
and now he's paying for them...
but his associates have promised
to provide for Mary Ann and me
if you stay out of this.
Please, Father, for our sake,
do what they ask, please.
Well, of course, this, uh,
sheds an entirely
different light on things.
Well, then, you'll
leave this alone?
Don't worry about a thing.
Thank you.
I sure feel sorry for her kid.
That's not her child.
In fact, I'd be very surprised
if she was really Mrs. Jericho.
What do you mean?
Well, she and the late
Mr. Jericho had blue eyes.
The girl has brown eyes.
It's genetically impossible
for two blue-eyed parents
to have a brown-eyed child.
Well, why didn't we press her?
Why'd you tell her not to worry?
Because that's exactly what
I don't want Miss Ford to do.
So what do we do?
I don't know.
I have a suggestion.
And, uh, what might that be?
What say you and
I take inventory?
Why not?
♪♪
Hmm?
- Oh.
- Mm-hmm.
Yes?
3:00 will be fine.
No, I'll choose the
place, if you don't mind.
Stockyards.
See you there.
Tielman sound nervous?
He's a pro.
He'll be there.
Want a drink?
No, let's just go
pick up the others.
Okay.
You know, we have time.
Let's have one.
Okay.
Vodka?
Fine.
On second thought, do you
have any Cognac back there?
Yeah.
I got some really
good stuff out front.
Forget it, let's just go.
Okay.
Oh, sorry about that.
Now, apart from the odd
mistake now and then...
I admit to being a bit rusty...
Don't you think that's a
more exhilarating tempo?
Oh, very exhilarating.
Frank, I was looking
all over for you.
I was at the club to...
Uh, Father, why don't you try
it again with even more gusto?
Excellent suggestion!
There's a giant gun
deal going down today.
- What?! Where?
- Parker and Ford are buying,
Tielman's selling at 3:00,
and we've got 45 minutes.
Let's go.
Now, that was something,
don't you think, Father?
Father?
Father?
Frank, what are you telling me?
Uh, you're saying that
a guy that does laundry
is into some big gun deal?
A deal that's going down
in about ten minutes.
Herbie, all of my credibility,
- What credibility?
- And very possibly my future,
is on the line here.
Phillip Jericho died because
he uncovered the details
of the gun deal that Sister
Stephanie heard about today.
Right under your
nose, in nine minutes.
You've got to believe us.
All right, pray you're
right about this.
Get me Thompson.
Okay, hold it,
give 'em the signal.
Okay, it's Tielman,
right on time.
Come on, move.
You two are behind this?
You're in serious trouble.
Those guys are getting
worked over real good.
Yeah, they've been in
there an awfully long time.
- Come on in, Frank.
- Oh.
Ah, the crime busters.
Allow me, Frank.
Jessica Ford, Bureau
Chief of the FBI.
You two have managed
to do something
most people wouldn't dream of.
I don't understand what.
I'll tell you what.
An FBI sting that has been
six months in the planning.
A chance to bust one of
the biggest arms dealers
in the country.
An opportunity that
might be lost forever.
That's what.
- But Phillip Jericho...
- Yeah, who killed him?
He was working
undercover for us.
Tielman found
out and killed him.
Now, if I could think of a
charge against the two of you,
I'd have you behind
bars right now.
And until I do,
I've done the next best thing...
I notified the bishop.
I think it's time for me to
buy a pair of snowshoes.
Those two almost
cost us a fortune...
and a trip to Brazil.
He should be out of
our hair now, right?
If he isn't...
take care of him.
Is Father Frank still
in with the bishop?
The bishop just called
in Father Prestwick.
- Uh-oh.
- How serious is it?
I think Father Frank Dowling
is on his way to another parish.
Oh, no.
Oh, yes.
Well, that's terrible.
It's all because of
this FBI business?
Afraid so.
Well, who'll take over here?
I'd bet on Father Prestwick.
Oh, dear.
Marie, I thought you
liked Father Prestwick.
Well, he's no Father Dowling.
Yeah, but you're always
saying that Father Dowling
is no Father Hunnaker.
Well, he wasn't.
And if he's no Father Hunnaker,
then Father Prestwick is
certainly no Father Dowling.
I see what you mean.
Oh.
How bad, Frank?
Well...
remember what you
said about the bishop
maybe sending me
to Nome, Alaska?
- He didn't!
- No.
Anchorage.
Oh, uh... I'll finish
this tomorrow.
I got to go.
Marie upset about all this?
Yeah, I think she
actually likes you.
Hm.
Is the bishop still here?
Yeah, he's talking
to Father Prestwick.
I'm gonna go see if
they need anything.
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Your Excellency,
I cannot tell you
how much this vote of
confidence means to me.
Yes, I'm sure, Father.
Your Excellency, may I
have a word with you, please?
Of course.
Privately?
Oh. Uh, I-I'll, uh... Excuse me.
- Your Excellency, I...
- Sister Stephanie,
you may not go to Anchorage
with Father Dowling.
Why not?
Because Father Prestwick
and the parish need you here.
But, Your Excellency...
There'll be no
further discussion.
Good day, Sister.
Bishop wouldn't
let you go with me?
No.
Red nine on a black ten.
Mm.
Okay, sweetie.
There you go.
Come on, sugar.
Honey, go play upstairs
for Mommy, okay?
Go on.
How did you get in here?
I think it would be a good idea
if you went away for a while.
Phillip's in some kind
of trouble, isn't he?
No. It's just a precaution.
You know the rules.
Yeah.
Okay, I'll go to my mother's.
I've got the number.
If anything changes,
I'll let you know.
Claudia, relax.
Business is great.
Don't let me interrupt.
You're not.
Thank you.
Sure.
I've been thinking, there's...
something about
this whole business
that's always bothered me.
Specifically?
A man is shot, mortally wounded.
Comes into my
confessional, and he says,
"Delmonico's, behind a mirror."
And?
He doesn't say call the
FBI; not even the police.
So we go to
Delmonico's Apartments,
look behind the mirror and find
that there was
something taped there,
but had been removed.
Now, what if it wasn't
Tielman and his people
that Jericho was afraid of?
You mean he was worried
about somebody in the FBI?
Well, they had access
to his apartment.
What if one of them removed
whatever it was
behind his mirror?
Most likely a... a
letter of some sort.
Frank, do you really
want to pursue this theory?
I mean... under
the circumstances?
Steve, Phillip Jericho
came into my church
looking for someone he could
trust, that he could rely on.
Now, I can't rest until I
know what happened to him.
Do you still have that tape
from the answering
machine that you, uh...
borrowed from the
Jericho apartment?
I want some plastic explosives,
enough to blow up a small house.
A detonator with
about 20 feet of wire.
An acetylene torch
with two full tanks.
Okay. What do you want it for?
Just get 'em, okay?
Sure.
Hi, honey. It's me.
I haven't heard from
you, and I was worried.
Call me, okay? Bye.
It's hard to say.
Do you think it's the
real Mrs. Jericho?
- Play it again.
- Again?!
Yeah, and-and-and
turn up the volume.
I want to hear the
background noise.
Hi, honey. It's me.
I haven't heard from
you, and I was worried.
Call me, okay?
Bye.
Sounds like a church.
And a jackhammer.
So all we have to know is
where they were working
on a street near a church.
And maybe we'll find
the real Mrs. Jericho.
It's worth a try.
Well, we'll have to check it out
with the Department
of Public Works.
Oh, there you are, Father.
I was wondering if
you'd be good enough
to go over the parish
attendance records with me.
Why, of course.
Sister, would you be kind enough
to take care of
that other matter?
My thought, exactly.
Uh, other matter?
I'm... considering a new parka.
Something you wear in Alaska.
Oh! Oh.
Ah, Marie!
Glad you're here.
Even if a tiny bit late.
Here is the shopping
list for the week.
And if you'd be so kind, see if
they have any fresh cantaloupe.
Not too soft.
How soft is that?
Use your best judgment.
- I'll be in the church.
- Mm.
Marie?
Yeah?
I, uh...
I'm really sorry
to be leaving here.
I'm especially gonna miss you.
Well... well, at least
we'll have somebody
around here who's organized,
- for a change.
- Yeah.
Well, got... got to
go to market, Father,
before the
cantaloupes get too soft.
Phone company. Check
out your terminals?
Come in. What's wrong with them?
We don't know, Father.
That's why we got to check 'em.
- Where's the basement?
- Down here.
Thanks.
Frank, it's me.
I just went to the
Department of Public Works.
I think I got it.
It's on the corner of, uh,
Wabash and Armitage.
Okay, I'll pick you up.
Bye.
This street was being repaired
the day of the phone call.
Mm.
Those chimes sound familiar.
Sister... I think we're
on the right track.
Let's start knocking.
Frank, we tried just about
every house in the neighborhood.
Maybe we were wrong.
Well, let's try one more, hmm?
Maybe they'll offer
us some coffee.
My feet are killing me.
Phillip worked for the
FBI for nearly 15 years.
It was hard work and long hours.
He was susceptible.
And how is that, Mrs. Jericho?
He got hooked on having money...
Living high...
And it changed him.
He went on the take.
He double-crossed the FBI?
I can't prove that.
But all of a sudden he had
a lot of money to spend...
in cash.
Are you sure that
neither of you...
As a matter of fact, I
would enjoy a bit of cognac.
I'm sorry, Father, I...
That's fine.
Mrs. Jericho, do you know
who killed your husband?
The guys who
were paying him off.
He probably pushed
too hard for more money,
and they pushed back.
The FBI told you that?
Yes.
And they asked me to see you,
to keep you away from the sting.
Where's your little girl?
The kid... that was their idea.
The bereaved widow and all that.
Look, they said
they'd give me a hand,
and after the
way Phillip left me,
I needed one.
It's a terrible
thing to say, but...
he'll probably be better
off for me dead than alive.
I think you're right.
It is a terrible thing to say.
Well...
obrigado, Mrs. Jericho.
That's Portuguese
for "Thank you."
I noticed your phrase book.
Sister?
Bye-bye.
Bye.
Well, they bought it.
I can't say I'll miss 'em.
I miss you.
Me, too.
Are you sure she
doesn't know about us?
Positive.
Well, we don't have to
get right back, do we?
What do we do now, Frank?
Well, I would like to
have a look around inside.
But how do we get in
without breaking and entering?
No problem.
Steve, you didn't!
Frank, you wouldn't
think I would.
Of course not. Let's go in.
She wasn't very
familiar with the house.
How so?
Cognac.
Oh.
I bought one of these
as a Christmas present
for the bishop last year.
Hmm.
I've always wanted one of these.
Well, the least they
could have done was
to put the pictures back.
Hey, what was all that stuff
about the Portuguese
phrase book?
Well, maybe she was planning
a trip to Portugal or Brazil.
Must be Brazil.
Killers never go to Portugal.
Hmm.
Hi, this is Claudia.
I'm in Omaha with my mother.
I'll be home Sunday, so
please leave a message
or call back Monday.
Wait for the beep.
Hello. That's our first lead.
Sort of.
We don't have Mom's name,
and Omaha's a big town.
Yeah.
Jerichos' wedding picture.
Hmm. The real Mrs.
Jericho's very attractive.
Yeah. Hmm.
"E. Jenkins Fine Photography,
Omaha, Nebraska."
Maybe the photographer
has some records
on Mrs. Jericho's family.
I'll jump on it.
What are you looking for, Frank?
Some cancelled
checks, blank checks,
something that'll tell us
where Jericho did his banking.
You know that woman worked hard
to convince us that
Jericho was being paid off.
Let's just see how
big the lie really is.
How'd you do?
Well, Mr. Freeman was so glad
that, uh, I wasn't
there for a donation
that he gave me a copy of
Mr. Jericho's bank statement.
He gave it to you?
Well, I told him someone in
our church had passed away;
that I was acting on
behalf of the family.
Frank, he wasn't
exactly a member.
Oh, I just said he
was in our parish.
Hey, how about this?
Two $25,000 checks deposited
into the account of Mr. Jericho.
So, she was telling
the truth about that...
The phony Mrs. Jericho, I mean.
Yes, but if Tielman was
paying him off, why kill him?
Well, maybe he was
pushing for more money.
Oh...
Well, this is odd.
The last check was deposited
the day before Jericho died.
Why pay him, and
then have him killed?
Well, Frank, anybody
could deposit money
into someone's account.
Oh, you're right.
I certainly would like to
know if it was Tielman.
We could find that out.
All we need is his checkbook.
And how do we get that?
Oh, that's how we get that.
Do you know what the winters
are like in Anchorage, Frank?
That was really quite delicious.
I'm not usually a
pot roast man myself,
but I gave Marie
explicit instructions that,
for the next 48 hours,
she's to make only
your favorite dishes.
That's very thoughtful of you.
Well, I realize we don't
know each other very well,
and this isn't
exactly a happy time,
but I do wish you well in
your new assignment, Father.
Well, thank you.
And I'm sure you'll
do a fine job here, too.
Especially with Sister Steve
giving you her full cooperation
and support.
Actually, I have to admit,
I'm looking forward to it.
There's so much to be done,
and it's really quite a challenge.
And I can't tell you how much
I'm looking forward to
working with you, Sister.
I can't tell you how much
I'm looking forward to
working with you, either.
Uh, well...
I think I'm gonna call it a day.
Me, too.
Oh, I was rather looking forward
to, uh, going over a few
things with you tonight, Father.
You haven't been around much,
and, uh, I have
something of a lengthy list.
Well, then we'll take it up
first thing in the morning.
I'm afraid I'd be of
no use to you tonight.
Oh. Fine.
I'll clear the table.
I... I'm gonna lend you a hand.
Oh, uh, you can retire, Father.
Yeah, we'll take care of this.
That's very kind of you.
Actually, I was thinking that...
A look at Tielman's
books should tell us
if Jericho's on the payroll.
Yeah.
Question is... how do we get in?
Hey...
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I'll take a look.
Be careful.
Okay.
What do you mean, you
want to modify our deal?
A million and a half.
Why should I drop a half
million dollars from my price?
Because you got
the guns for drugs,
which cost a third of that.
And because you don't
have any other ready buyers,
or you wouldn't risk selling
to me after what's happened.
Suit yourself.
When do we do it?
Tomorrow.
I found a list of payoffs.
The thing was two pages long.
Was Jericho on the list?
Nice doing business with you.
Well, if there's nothing else,
I'll see you tomorrow.
There's a deserted
warehouse on Clark, off 22nd.
I'll find it.
1:00.
Uh... see what that is.
Anything?
Why don't you guys
check out the whole place?
I'll see you in my office.
It's just a short
in the equipment.
It happens all the time.
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Tielman's payoff list.
Jericho's not on it, but I
recognize a few of the names.
Yeah?
Yeah, so do I.
Well, there's a congressman...
senator, and a couple
of federal judges,
but no Phillip Jericho.
And that can only lead
us to one conclusion...
That somebody in the FBI
framed and killed Jericho.
You pick me up first
thing in the morning.
I'll be here.
Uh... there you are.
Good evening, Father.
I'm glad you think
so, Father Dowling.
Something wrong?
Well, I'd say there's
a good deal wrong.
You two are always running off
doing who knows what,
even have you have paid
a rather severe penalty
for your indiscretions.
I am constantly being treated
as though I'm some sort of...
Interloper?
Thank you.
Now, I have tried to be
charitable and understanding,
but you two are really
trying my patience.
Now, I am responsible
for this parish,
and I would appreciate
some straight answers.
Sister Stephanie,
where have you been?
Don't look to Father
Dowling, Sister.
I am in charge here.
And you can answer to me.
Sister, I, uh, think you
should say good night.
You'll stay right here, Sister.
Father Prestwick, let's
clarify something, shall we?
Until Monday morning,
I am still the priest
of his parish, not you.
And I shall set
the rules, not you.
And the first rule is that
you will stop interrogating me
regarding my whereabouts.
The second is that you'll
stop hovering around here
like some sort of specter.
And if you want a
little friendly advice,
it wouldn't hurt you to get to
know the members of this parish,
instead of worrying
about the inventory.
Not once, in all the
conversations that we've had,
have you made inquiries into
the well-being of our parishioners.
All you're concerned about
is the business of the church.
Well, the business of the
church is its congregation.
And the sooner you learn that,
the better you'll be
able to serve them.
Good night.
You look like somebody
who needs an omelet.
Hm.
This is delicious.
I didn't know you
were such a good cook.
Yeah, when I was a kid,
I kind of learned how
to cook in self-defense,
'cause my mom would always
wait for my dad to come home
before she'd start cooking,
'cause sometimes,
he'd never show up,
or if he did, he'd
pass out or something.
So I learned to cook.
Good for you.
Frank, can I ask you a question?
Mm-hmm.
We think somebody in
the FBI's behind this, right?
Which means either Ford,
Parker or the fake Mrs. Jericho.
Well, they sure been a
step ahead of us all the way.
Like, today, how did they know
to have the fake Mrs.
Jericho there waiting or us?
Of course!
What are we looking for, Frank?
This...
This is how they knew.
How do you like that?
They bugged our phone.
Can I talk to Frank?
Just a moment.
It's for you.
Thank you.
Yeah, Steve?
Frank, you were right.
I just talked to the
photographer in Omaha,
the one that photographed
the Jericho's wedding.
Yeah, well, he knows the wife's
family, and I just spoke to her.
What did she say?
Well, she's flying
out today to meet us.
She wants to go
over the case with us.
I don't think she
trusts the FBI either.
Well, I don't know if it's
safe to meet her here.
Well, I told her to meet us
at Civic Center Park at 3:00.
Okay. I'll meet you there.
Now, we'll see.
I never trusted any of them.
They called me at my
mother's and told me
that Phillip had been
killed in the line of duty.
I don't know why, but I
never really believed it.
Why don't you go to a
hotel, and we'll let you know.
Yeah.
Would you please give
us your blessing, Sister?
God bless you.
And God bless you.
Come on, sweetie.
Thank you.
I was wondering
who might show up.
My money was on Parker.
You two won't leave well
enough alone, will you?
What did Jericho have
on you, Miss Ford?
Why did you have him killed?
Aren't you supposed to be
on your way to Alaska, father?
Somebody had to make that
deposit into Jericho's account.
I'll bet if we ran a check
on your bank statement,
we'd come up with something.
Let me ask you a
question, Father.
Did you really think
that I'd come here alone?
Come on.
Watch it!
This doesn't change
anything, you know.
All you're doing is
buying a little time.
Come here.
Bishop's gonna be
very upset about this.
Hurry up.
Let's go.
Not that I'm complaining,
but why didn't they do us in?
I think they just
wanted us out of the way
until the gun deal
goes down today.
Frank, what are you doing?
I think we can
work this post loose.
Yeah, but what
if it's supporting
the roof or something?
Oh, I don't think it's
supporting anything.
I really don't think
it's a good idea, Frank.
Oh, come on now, heave.
One, two, three.
Steve?
Yeah?
Are you all right?
I'm fine.
I don't think engineering
is your long suit.
Oh.
- Come on, let's get to a phone.
- Okay.
Oh, well, I didn't have
any change on me, anyway.
Hmm.
Hmm.
Steve, what are you doing?
Frank, get on!
How did you manage this?
Wasn't easy.
I never hot-wired
a tractor before.
And you don't know how to...
how to drive one either, huh?
- Well, how tough can it be?
- Yeah.
Why would an FBI chief
knock off one of her own guys?
Because maybe it was Ford that
was on the take and not Jericho.
Or Jericho had something on her.
That's why Jericho hid the
evidence behind the mirror.
But Ford got there
before we did.
I can't go around arresting
senior members of the FBI
without some kind of evidence.
Herbie...
Sergeant... if we
don't get to Ford
before this gun deal today,
we're probably gonna
lose her altogether.
Yeah, she's gonna skip town
with the money or the guns,
or she would have killed us.
She figured that by
the time we got to you,
it would be too late.
Now, you gotta do something!
There isn't a minute to lose!
Frank, I just can't!
All right, then.
We know where
this deal is going off.
- Going down.
- Going down.
And we're going there
with or without you.
You can't do that!
At this point, I've
got nothing to lose.
Come on, Sister.
Frank? Frank, come back here!
You two... with me.
Come on.
- There.
- All right.
Keep an eye on 'em, Frank.
It's okay. I'll do it.
Let's... go by the... the club.
Maybe we can head
off Ford and Parker.
Agent Parker.
Now will you believe me, Herbie?
I'll take the keys to the van.
All right, that's it.
Mr. Tielman,
you're under arrest.
FBI.
All right, book 'em and
read 'em their rights.
Lower. On the ground!
No hard feelings.
Drop dead.
Well, you're too late
to foul it up this time.
What kept you?
Your kidnapping us didn't help.
Really, Father, you ought to
give your imagination a rest
before it gets
the better of you.
Whatever your plan was,
it's not going to work now.
I told him everything.
Oh, you did?
Do you have a problem
with something, Sergeant?
Uh...
your Agent Parker is dead...
The club you were using.
Parker.
He was a good man.
I'll make sure
Tielman buys it for that.
Anything else?
Uh... no, I guess not.
I know that you
killed Phillip Jericho.
Good-bye, Father.
She's getting away with it.
Did the best you could, Frank.
Frank, I'm telling
you, you can't...
Oh!
Frank, we just missed our ride.
Frank, you're not
gonna try to lift that.
You're gonna hurt yourself.
I think I've got it.
Flight 921 from New York
will be delayed for take-off
due to weather
conditions at Kennedy.
Attention, please.
Flight 921 from New
York will be delayed,
due to weather conditions.
One of the problems
with international
flights is the odd hours
and days that they
leave and arrive.
Excuse me.
It certainly can be
an inconvenience,
particularly to someone who
is looking for a speedy getaway.
Oh, you're leaving
without your companions?
I see you have three
boarding passes.
Don't turn around, Father.
Gonna take a walk
over to the elevators.
Since you came through
the same metal detectors
as everyone else, it's
unlikely you have a weapon.
Give yourself up.
I told the police how you
staged your own death
with that lightweight
manhole cover,
making your getaway possible.
You're finished, Miss Ford.
Let's go.
You're not going to
Rio, but the money is.
I realized the three
of you were a team,
but it's probably just as well
that you didn't go
on that trip with her.
She killed Parker.
What?
You didn't know?
I'm sorry.
But she probably
would've killed you, too,
when she had no
further use for you.
What's he saying?
I want to talk with my lawyer.
Is Father Frank still
in with the bishop?
The bishop just called
in Father Prestwick.
How serious is it?
Well?
I'm staying.
Mm!
Mm...
Isn't that great, Marie?
Well, I'm not sure it matters
which priest we have here.
The hard work always seems
to fall on you know who.
Well, I'm going to the market.
Gonna get a pot roast.
What about Father Prestwick?
Anchorage.
Those long winter
nights, the icy cold,
the frozen north... What
an extraordinary challenge.
Well, I'm sure you're just
the man for the job, Father.
- Absolutely.
- Thank you.
And don't think
that I've forgotten the advice
you gave me, Father Frank.
I'm going to whip that
congregation into shape.
I'm sure you will.
Go get 'em, Father.
Oh... yes, the bishop's waiting.
I really should go.
No time for long good-byes.
Thank you.
Black eight on the red nine.