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Monsignor.

Yes?

Monsignor McGowan?

Yeah, that's me.
What can I do for you?

I'd like you to hear
my confession.

Well, the regular
times for confession

are Saturday
afternoons and evenings

or daily before the 6:00 Mass.

No, I can't wait.

Look, it's something
terrible, Father.

Something that's
eating me alive inside.

All right, son.

Take that confessional.
I'll be right with you.

May Almighty God
have mercy on you.

In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

It's been two weeks
since my last confession.

Well, go on, son.

I've broken the Fifth
Commandment, Father.

You've killed?

Yes, Father.

Twice.

Killed two people?

No.

Not people.

Voices of evil.

Men who hide behind God's robes

while a true man of God
lives in disgrace and shame.

What are you talking about?

You.

I'm talking about you.

And all those
pretenders like you.

Where's the lieutenant?

He's on his way.

Number three, huh?

Yeah, number three.

Same way?

Caught both barrels point blank.

Body was found by the priest
over there. Father Romero.

What was his name?

McGowan. Monsignor McGowan.

Can we get the
report by tonight?

Yeah. Thanks.

Father, my name
is Inspector Keller.

What is it, inspector?
What's happening?

First, a priest.
Then, a minister.

Now, another priest.
What's happening?

I don't know,
Father, I wish I knew.

I just wish I knew.

Now, maybe you can
help us with what you know.

I don't know anything.

Except three
members of the clergy

have been murdered.

Savagely. Brutally.

Where were you when
the shooting took place?

In the rectory.

What time was that?

It was approximately 1:00.

No more than ten after.

Tom.

He told me once he kept
prayers for other priests short.

If you were a good man,

you wouldn't need
them and if you weren't,

all the prayers in the
world wouldn't help.

He was one of the best.

I didn't know,
Mike, I'm very sorry.

You knew him well?

We grew up together
in the same alley fights.

Went to the same schools.

Until he went to seminary.

When we started, it seemed
as though you only had

three choices.

As you got older,

you either became
a crook, a cop,

or a priest.

They used to say Father
Tom ran his parish like a beat.

Maybe he had a touch
of cop in his blood.

Maybe he did. Maybe.

I only know he's got
the whole police force

looking for the
man who killed him.

Well, there's no pattern.

There's no pattern at all.

How many days have we
been on this? Almost a week?

And nothing. And you...

Oh, you're a big help.

You call yourself
a psychiatrist.

Can't you come up with
answers on anybody?

Anybody sick enough to commit
a string of murders like this?

What are we paying
you for anyway?

Wow, hostile today.

I can give you some answers.

About how police lieutenants
pick on shrinks half their size.

If you really want
instant satisfaction,

for all that bread the
department lays on me.

Okay, Mike, I'm sorry.

But aside from the
killings being all clergymen,

the only pattern I can see
is that each killing took place

on a Sunday after services.

Could be some sort of fanatic.

Sits in a pew, works
himself into a rage,

and then, strikes out in some
distorted sense of vengeance.

You mean like
some kind of grudge?

Maybe.

What was he after?
The man or the cloth?

Maybe God.

Lenny, what? He's
killing a symbol?

Well, they say each time
the Boston Strangler killed,

he was killing his
mother symbolically.

Don't give me
symbols. I want facts.

Okay, fact:

There is a pattern behind
what a psychotic killer does

and how he does it.

Fact:

Without knowing the man
himself, how his mind is bent,

well, the only thing I can
tell you is he's probably

schizoid or paranoid-schizoid.

Which tells me nothing.

Mike, you bring me
more, I'll tell you more.

There's only one
thing I can tell you.

If you wanna nail him,

you better do it fast.

That's right. They've
been every week so far.

You think he'd hit
before Sunday?

Maybe.

And maybe he
won't kill again at all.

Why is that?

Because the unconscious

doesn't know anything
about numbers.

If it is vengeance of some kind,

he could suddenly think
it's complete at any time.

Oh, great. That's just great.

Nobody wants him to
commit a crime again.

But if he doesn't,
we'll lose him forever.

You know, Mike,
there is one tie.

It's just not in this
area. What's that?

Background check I
did on Father Stewart,

the first priest who was killed.

Turns out he went to the same
seminary as Tom McGowan.

He was even ordained
in the same year.

St. Anthony's, here
in the Bay Area.

Right.

Why didn't you say so before?

Well, I didn't
see how it tied in

with the Methodist
minister, Dowd.

I don't see how it
ties in now, either.

Well, that's just what
we're going to find out.

Mike. Why don't you
grab something to eat?

Back off it for
a little bit, huh?

You gonna bill me for
that bit of advice too?

You're pressing, Mike.

You're human too.
Subject to stress, tension.

We can all take just so much.

He's right, Mike.

I can go to the seminary.

You just ride
herd on the street.

And don't anybody,

anybody worry about
how much I can take.

Priests leaving their
vocation every day.

Practically every day.

Seminaries are empty,
priests getting married,

strikes, demonstrations.

The next thing I expect to hear

is that one of our
faculty members

is writing pornographic
paperbacks

in his spare time to
supplement his income.

Let me see it.

Oh, yes, yes, this is
the group. Yes, yes.

Oh, 48 in the class, huh?

Oh, there we go now.

McGowan, Stewart, John Dowd.

Father Petrelli,
one of the men killed

was a Methodist minister.

His name was John Dowd.
Could it be the same man?

Dowd.

Dowd, John Dowd...
John. John Dowd.

Yes, yes, he was with us.

But sometime later,
he left the priesthood

for a more liberal
Protestant doctrine.

You know what we're
gonna have to do, Father?

We're gonna look through
this folder very carefully.

Yes, of course, but...

But don't forget to
bring it back, now.

Henry Driscoll.

Uh, Driscoll. Right?

Right. Merrill Mitchell.

Mitchell.

Mitchell. Right.

Then we got, uh,
William Moreno, right?

Moreno, that's
right. That does it.

That's 48.

Minus four who died
of natural causes,

three who were the
victims, leaving 41.

And if our figuring is correct,

27 of those are still working

in parishes in the
Western states,

18 in California and seven
right here in our own vicinity.

Yeah.

Well, now we gotta do some
good old-fashioned legwork.

Sure beats writer's
cramp, I'll tell you that. Heh.

You, uh...? You do
have the addresses

that go along these names?

Or I gotta make
up that list too?

What, did somebody
tell you that a cop's job

is all action and glory?

I wanna know why I
gotta write on the board

when you got it on a list
on paper in front of you.

Because I want it
right here. Right there.

Now without looking,
don't look at the board,

look at me. Come on.

Now give me the list

of seven guys we've gotta see.

Mike, come on.

Without looking at
the board. Come on.

All right, we got,
uh, Moreno, Mitchell,

Driscoll,

Dillon, Fallow,
Reed and Spencer.

Right. And that's why
they still have blackboards

in classrooms, buddy boy.

Give me the list of
addresses, will you, Mike?

Well, I talked to
Bishop Halahan.

His staff is on it. Oh.

Forty-one priests.

All of them targets.

Think one of 'em
pulled the trigger?

I don't know.

Lenny said grudge.

It's hard to think
that one of them

would be packing one.

But somebody is.

Got anything? No, you?

Yeah. What?

Father Dillon
over at St. Anne's.

What about him?

He gave me the name of a guy

that wasn't on our list.

Joseph Patrick Shea.

Not on the list? How come?

Well, it seems the
guy washed out

after a couple of years.

He never graduated.

Reason being he had
a nervous breakdown.

Where is he now?

I don't know. I'm working on it.

Good. Let's get on with
it. Wait, wait, there's more.

Now, Father Dillon said that
it was a group of students,

a sort of council that
told the faculty advisers

of Shea's condition.

You mean he's blaming
them for his washout.

That's what Lenny
said, a grudge.

Looks that way because
all three of the dead

are on that council.

And there's Tom...
And Dowd and Stewart.

That's right.

Who are the others?

Uh, wait, there's a guy
in the L.A. Archdiocese.

His name is, uh, Gomez.

Another one's a
missionary in Asia.

Who's that? William Moreno.

The other one's the
guy you were gonna see.

The fifth circle on our list.

Driscoll. Henry Driscoll, right.

My guess is that he's
on somebody else's list.

Right on top. What about
Shea? You get a trace on him?

Yup.

Good.

Get on the teletype to L.A.P.D.

Tell them to put some
protection around Gomez.

And I'll go with
this Father Driscoll.

Right.

Chilly day today, Father.

Yes, it is, isn't it?

Never seem to
get tired, do they?

No, matter of fact,

I was just thinking
about that myself.

They sort of play as if
their lives depended on it.

They do.

The struggle in youth is
what makes strong wings.

Uh, wings?

What's the matter
with you, Father?

Never watched a butterfly?

I'm sorry, I-I don't...

When I was a kid,
I found a chrysalis.

You know what
that is? A chrysalis?

Chrysalis? Yes, I believe so.

That's the shell
that an insect...

That's right.

It's a shell where it lives

while it's changing
from one kind of bug

to another kind of bug.

Anyway, I dumped it in a jar

until this butterfly started
to come out, you know?

And I saw he was having trouble.

So I reached in and I
broke the shell open.

But when it came out,

it kind of flopped
around real weak-like,

and then it died.

I found out later

the struggle in youth is
what makes strong wings.

I see what you mean.

Do you?

It didn't happen.

I just thought it sounded good.

I read it someplace.

I read a lot.

Mostly the Bible.

But I don't go around
throwing it at people, you know?

What I feel about God
is between him and me.

Is there anything
wrong with that, Father?

No, I don't believe so.

A man's relationship with
God is a very personal thing.

That's safe.

I beg your pardon?

I said, that's safe.

What you thought I
wanted to hear, right?

I don't believe I quite...

You must be Father Driscoll.

Father Henry Driscoll?

No, I'm Father Carey.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Sorry about what?

I just thought you
were Father Driscoll.

Where is he?

Well, right now

he's in Sacramento at
a regional conference.

He'll be back sometime
tomorrow morning.

Is there anything
I can do for you?

No, thank you.

I just wanna see
Father Driscoll.

Father Henry Driscoll.

If he'll be back tomorrow,

I'll see him then.

Target for a killer?
No, that's preposterous.

Remember Joseph Shea?

Oh, yes. Yes, I
remember poor Joe.

Seminary council?

Yes, I vaguely remember

we made some sort
of recommendation

to the faculty about
him, but that was...

That was half a lifetime ago.

Are you trying to tell me...?

I'm trying to do
one thing, Father.

Catch a homicidal maniac
before he kills again.

No, no. Not Joe Shea.

Joe Shea, I remember,
he was ineffectual.

He... He... He was incapable

of lifting a finger
against anyone.

There was no maliciousness
in the council's intent

when they went to
talk to the advisers.

But then, Father, why...?

Why did you go
talk to the advisers?

Well, as I recall,

Joe Shea just wasn't capable

of assuming th-the
pressures of the priesthood.

He was headed for a breakdown.

He was practically
a basket case.

But we did what we felt
was best for Joe Shea.

And how did he feel about it?

Well, he was upset.

Just upset? Not angry?

Yes, yes, h-he was angry.

Thanks.

Oh, thank you very much.

You know, I grant
you that 30 years

is a pretty long time, Father,

but as long as I've
been behind that desk...

And I haven't been
there 30 years yet,

but as long as
I've been behind it,

I've seen more than one
man explode over something

that's been brewing in
him for a long, long time.

You really think I'm
a target, don't you?

I'd make book on it.

All right. What do you suggest?

Protection.

Now, just a minute.

I will not turn this church
into an armed fortress.

Well, there's
another way, Father.

Oh, how?

You could isolate yourself

from the daily routine,
do some research

for an indefinite
period of time.

And let a policeman

take my place? You got it.

Well, that means
that you are assuming

that the killer doesn't
know me on sight.

And Joseph Shea does. I know.

Lieutenant, you can't
have it both ways.

Father,

you studied with the
Jesuits, didn't you?

You got it.

Well, between you and Lenny,

we've got enough logic.

What I want is to catch a killer

and I wanna do it
without risking your life.

So you risk yours.

That's the way I
earn my pension.

But not your death.

Not standing in
for me, you don't.

Oh, come on, Father.

Lieutenant.

I'm sorry, but it's out.

It's finished.

Father, now, forgive me.

But you... You're as
ornery as the devil.

That's one of my
few virtues, I'm sure.

Well, that's not what
Bishop Halahan says.

He speaks very highly of you.

You already talked
to Bishop Halahan?

Uh, no. No, I-I
didn't talk to him.

Um... Michael, he did.

He just happened
to have a perfect fit.

I'm surprised at that.

I always understood
with that shirt

it's not whether or not
the shirt fits the man,

it's whether or not
the man fits the shirt.

Well, let me tell you.

Maybe I didn't make the
priesthood, but in my time,

I was the best damned
altar boy you'd...

Well, I was.

Don't you look at me like that.

I was the best altar boy
St. Vincent's ever saw.

I'm gonna level
with you, lieutenant.

You sure could've fooled me.

Martin.

Well, what are you doing here?

I didn't think you were

due for your regular
visit until, uh...

When is it? Uh,
next week sometime.

Next, uh... Wednesday.

Wednesday. Yes.

Of course. What a
pleasant surprise.

I just thought maybe we
could talk for a while, Father.

Talk? Heh-heh-heh.

On a beautiful day like this,

you should be off in
the country someplace,

taking a hike,
maybe going fishing...

You know it's...

When I was your
age, Martin, I...

When I was your age,

there was things we could see

and things we could go and do.

You told me about the lakes.

Lakes?

Oh, yes, the lakes.

The lakes were beautiful.

And pure.

And pure.

Pure mountain water, Martin.

So clean and clear.

Go on.

What? What? What, Martin?

About the mountains, the lakes,

the places you used to go.

Oh, yes, the lakes
were so beautiful.

But that was a long
time ago, Martin.

When I was your age.

I wish we could go
sometime together.

Just you and me.

We'd find a place like that
and we'd just sit around.

Oh, no, no, this group here

looks like they're a little
under the weather, don't they?

Even with all this glorious
sunshine. Heh-heh.

You'd like it too, wouldn't you?

Father Shea?

What's that? Martin?

If we could go someplace
like that. Together.

I'd love it, Martin.

I'd love it more than anything
I can think of in the world.

Then maybe someday we can.

You shouldn't be here.

You don't belong here.

You should be out there

where those others
have been all this time.

No. Oh, Martin,
it's all right. I...

I'm happy here. I...

And what about you? That, uh...

That new job of yours.

Where is it? I can never
remember the name. It's, um...

Mount Davidson.

Mount Davidson, of course.

Davidson. I can never...

You taking care of things there?

Martin, everything's going
along all right for you and...?

That's good. That's good.

I'm glad to hear that. Yes.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Huh. Would you look over here?

What's happened to the...?

I've been taking care of
things for you too, Father.

The pretenders
are being punished.

All the ones who hurt you.

I think these are about
ready for a little shower.

All the voices of evil.

Evil?

Why do you speak
of evil, Martin?

There's too much evil
among us in this world.

You...

You have been going to
Mass regularly, haven't you?

Yes, Father.

And confession?
What about confession?

Just this past Sunday.
Confession and Mass.

And this Sunday? Tomorrow?

Yes, sir, I intend to.

I fully intend to.

Good. Bless you, my son.

Well, he was a
young fellow, 25, 26,

certainly no more than that.

And you say he asked for
Father Driscoll by name?

That's right. Father Driscoll.
Father Henry Driscoll.

He repeated it like that.

Sort of like a computer.

As if more for his
benefit than mine.

Were you expecting anybody?

Well, no. But we don't
confine our hours here

to hearing confessions
and saying Mass.

You know, people drop by,

they wanna talk,
they ask for advice,

and sometimes
just passing the day

makes them feel a lot better.

But he asked for you by name.

Oh, he could've gotten my
name in a... In a hundred places.

This is a large
parish, lieutenant.

If you're going to be suspicious

of everybody who
knocks on our doors here,

you've got a big
job ahead of you.

I can handle the job, Henry,
if you can handle "Mike."

Instead of "lieutenant."

Oh.

I'm sorry, Mike.

Okay, just be careful.

Father Carey. Yes.

I'm gonna ask you to give
a description of this man

to the police artist.

I'll be happy to.

Sorry. I should've knocked.

No, no. We don't
have locked doors here

for a very good reason.

We shouldn't have the feeling

that we're hiding behind them
for the same kind of reason.

I hope you're still gonna
feel that way, Father.

Returns are coming in.

What's that?

Father Gomez was shot
to death two days ago

in the rectory of his parish.

Ballistics, m.o., all the same

as the killings here
in San Francisco.

Steve, come here.

What about Shea?

He had a complete
breakdown 19 years ago.

He's at the Pacific
State Hospital.

Stay with it. I'm on my way now.

Okay.

Mike.

I know.

Driscoll is the
only circle left.

And you're in it.

And you're very
familiar with his case?

Well, I was staffing admittance
the day he first came to us.

Too long ago. Heh-heh.

I've been here so long myself,

I'm like an institution
within an institution.

Oh, uh, here he comes now.

And he's never been
out of confinement?

Not for the past seven years.

Well, before that he was in
and out half a dozen times,

dating all the way back
to his first confinement.

But he's never been
out of this hospital

in the last seven years?

No.

Okay. Thank you
very much, doctor.

Are you sure you wouldn't
like to speak with him?

He's quite harmless.

I don't think so.

Bye-bye, Father. Thank you.

Martin?

Oh, hi, doc.

I wasn't looking for you
until next Wednesday.

Well, I just came
to see Father Joe.

Well, take care.

Inspector, I'll show you out.

Thank you.

No. That isn't right.
The nose is... Is thinner.

Got it?

I got zilch.

He's been locked
up for seven years.

Are you positive?

Checked it out. Telling
you, no. A disappearing act?

Right back to zero, huh?

Except for that long shot
they're pulling over there.

You still gonna play target?

You got something better?

That collar's done
nothing for your disposition.

What'd you expect, Bing
Crosby in Going My Way?

Or a reasonable facsimile.
Don't give me that...

Mike, Mike. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, buddy boy.

You, um...

You wearing anything
besides that collar?

Well, now, I-I tried my
special. It bulges too much.

Besides, I thought
it was sacrilegious.

You're crazy, you know
that? You are really...

I'm getting you a
holster with a .32,

at least you got
something at short range.

Lieutenant?

Mike.

I'm sorry, Mike.

Uh, this is him. I
think we've got it.

You're sure. Yeah,
I'm positive. That's him.

Have you seen this before?

No. No, not that I remember.

Get this on the wire.

Possible suspect.

Armed and dangerous.
Wait a minute.

Wait just a minute.
What's the matter?

I think I saw this man.

Where?

He was at the
hospital with Shea.

Yes, that's him.

Martin Novak.

Yes. You say he's an outpatient?

Yes, since the latter
part of last year.

Before that, he'd spent
some time with us,

but he'd been making
such wonderful progress.

Well, do you know where
we can find him now, doctor?

Uh, would you bring me a
file on Martin Novak, please?

Paranoid-schizophrenic?

Yes.

What about religious fanaticism?

Oh, yes.

How about his family? A
loner? Illegitimate, maybe?

Not maybe, in fact.

With a need for a father figure.

A desperate need.

Oh, thank you.

Dr. Walden, do you
know what we're going for?

Could Shea have ever talked

about not being a
real priest to Novak?

Oh, yes. Certainly.

He has occasional
moments of lucidity

when he realizes
that wearing a collar

is just his own
personal fantasy.

Yes, here's the
address. Thank you.

If he talked about
being a real priest,

he could have talked about why.

And he might have
mentioned the council

that brought his
problem to the seminary.

I hate to believe that,

but, uh, it is
quite conceivable.

Doctor, can I use
your phone, please?

Certainly. Uh, dial
nine for a direct line out.

That means that even if
Shea never said anything

about wanting to do in
the members of the council,

Novak could have taken
it upon himself to kill 'em.

It's this simple, Steve.

Shea means
everything to this kid.

This kid thinks someone
ruined Shea's life,

and he decides to get
the people who hurt Shea.

Homicide. Captain
Olsen's office, please.

Dr. Walden, what do you think?

It's all very possible.

Even more so when you
add the element of religion.

I'd say that in
Martin's distorted view,

he's killing for the love of man

and for the love of God.

Rudy? Steve Keller.

We have our man.

Martin Novak.

4211 Farrell.

May God forgive him his sins.

His evil against The Chosen One.

God forgive Henry Driscoll.

Sent this day to his...

reward.

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done

on Earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses.

As we forgive those
who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation

but deliver us from evil.

Deliver us, Lord,
from every evil,

and grant us peace in our day.

In your mercy,
keep us free from sin

and protect us from all anxiety

as we wait in joyful hope

for the coming of our
savior, Jesus Christ.

Jim, you got anything?

Zero.

Grabowski and Chen are the
only suspicious-looking characters

I've seen.

Lord Jesus, you
said to your apostles,

"I leave you peace.
My peace, I give you."

Look not on our sins but
on the faith of your family,

and grant us the peace
and unity of your kingdom

where you live forever and ever.

The Lord be with you.

Almighty God bless us,

Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

Go in peace. The Mass is
ended. Thanks be to God.

Well, I-I don't know
whether the gymnasium

could be made available,
especially on such short notice.

We didn't have any trouble
getting the gymnasium last year.

Oh, now, I didn't say
there'd be any trouble.

I tell you what.

Why don't you
let me look into it.

And I'll let you
know next Sunday.

But that won't give us
much time to get organized.

Well, if... If anybody
can organize it

and make it a success,

I'm sure you ladies can.

Ho-ho-ho. Well...
STONE: Bless you.

Thank you, Father.

Father?

For a minute, I thought they
were gonna ask me for my ID.

Bing Crosby would've
known how to handle it.

Oh, sure, but he never
could've joined our choir.

Well, maybe we
guessed wrong, huh?

Tom McGowan was
killed after Mass, Mike.

I know. And what
about the address

you got from the hospital?

Moved. No forwarding.

And what about Shea?

I thought Dr. Walden
was gonna question him.

He did. All he can remember

is Novak had a
job as a caretaker.

Walden looked into it.

It's a part-time thing

arranged by the Department
of Human Resources.

Who's on it?

Devitt. But it's difficult

getting anything from
civil services on a Sunday.

Also, I've got Chen, Grabowski
and Rice covering all entrances

to the church and rectory.

I don't think I'll take
'em off till we're sure.

Bless you, my son.

Thank you, Father.

Yes, good luck.
Thank you, monsignor.

Father Driscoll?

Did you call me, son? Yes?

Which one is Father Driscoll?

I am.

What is it you want?

Well, why did he answer
when I called him?

Well, you see, um, sometimes...

it's hard to hear in here,

especially when
your mind is on prayer.

Isn't that right, Father Stone?

U-uh, yes. Yes, it is.

Uh, go ahead, Father.

You go right in, Father,

and, uh, I'll see what
the young man wants.

Go ahead.

No way, Father.

Not another step.

Andy, you got anything
from your angle?

There's no sign of him, Steve.

Jim?

Just a whole lot of quiet.

That shotgun isn't necessary.

You know, don't you?

You know why I'm here.

Because you wanted
to speak to me.

I came to see
Father Henry Driscoll.

Which one is it?

I told you that...
No, don't, lieutenant.

I can't let you go
through with this.

It's my life he wants.

Leave me alone. Stay here.

Steve, he went out the back.

Mike.

He was inside all the time.

The confessional.

Mike.

Freeze!

Jim? Tell me where?

Get him. There.

Mount Davidson?

Dr. Walden, you sure about that?

Yes, I'm sure, inspector.

Father Shea's here
with me right now.

He remembers
Martin saying it too.

Okay. Thank you very much.

Hey, Steve. Rice
just went into surgery.

How's Mike? Giving
the doctors a hard time.

Don't worry about me.

I'll sign your release.

They think everything in
this hospital is terminal.

How's Rice?

He'll make it, Mike.

What about you, Grabowski?

Do you think you'll make it?

Hey, I'm sorry, Mike.

Don't be sorry.

Just tell me how you lost him.

It was a maze, Mike. Novak
knew the turns, Andy didn't.

Where was Chen?
Calling up support.

Oh, you have to grab my
arm when I pass out, huh?

Oh, back off, Mike, will you?
Driscoll's alive and we know...

Back off?

We had him and now he's
gone. We know where he is.

Mount Davidson.

Novak. Police. Open up.

Kick it.

Mike.

Yeah.

The list.

Hey, there he is.

It's all right.

It's all over now.
You can come out.

It's all right, you're
gonna be all right.

Oh, I'm not hurt.

But are you all right, Father?

Why, yes, I...

Yes.

Yes, Sister, I'm fine.

When are you ever gonna
get around to calling me "Mike"?

Oh, Mike. Well, Mike it is

if you'll keep
calling me "Father."

You know, I never did
like the sound of "Henry."

Only man I know of
who carries it off with style

is old Henry Aaron.

Are you a Giant fan?

I catch every game I can.

We've got to go to Candlestick

on their next home
stand. You're on.

You know I had visions
of a career myself once.

Well, what happened?
What happened?

I had a weakness
for a slow curve

over the outside corner.

And a sudden decision
that wearing this cloth

would work better for
me than gray flannels.

Although, to this day,

I still wonder what
would've happened

if I had choked up on that bat
and closed my stance a little.

Now, who's gonna say you're
not in the majors right now?

Oh, you mean, uh,
hitting a homer for God?

Or something like that, yeah.

Well,

you boys parked
one, that's for sure.

And, Mike, I know that nothing
is gonna take away the pain

of losing a-a friend
like Tom McGowan.

And I think that he's
grateful for what you did too.

Tom was... Was fond of
an old Irish benediction:

May God sleep on your pillow.

May he hold you in
the hollow of his hand.

May the roads rise with you.

Fair weather to your heels...

May the wind be
ever at your back.

And may you be a
long time in heaven

before the devil
knows you're gone.

I remember it.

Mike, I wish you that.

May the wind be
ever at your back.

Thank you, Father. Steve.

Father, take care.

You looked pretty
good with that collar on.

You think so? Yeah.

Well, thanks. I'm
gonna keep that in mind.

Oh, why is that?

Well, you never
know when someday

you're gonna need
something to fall back on.