All language subtitles for The Streets of San Francisco s04e17 Requiem for Murder

Streets of San Francisco, a Quinn Martin
production, starring Carl Malden.

Also starring Michael Douglas.

With guest stars Richard Baythart,
Fanula Flanagan,

Stephen Young,

Cal Bellini.

Special guest star, William Wyndham.

Tonight's episode, Requiem for Murder.

Check out with Jonathan. I'm down there.

If I had to reach you at home, you
already left.

I had to get some tickets. What's up?

Yeah, the bishop's not going to make the
game tonight, Mike. What?

Got shot.

Paramedics are working with him. Now he
got it in the chest.

Mike, it's a nightmare.

Tim. Tim.

Tim, can you hear me?

Tim.

Ambulance, your office.

And I administered the last rites.

No sign of a gun, Mike.

One bullet, close range.

Anything you come up with, give it to
Steve.

I'm going in the ambulance with him.

He didn't open his eyes or say a word
either to Mrs. Costello or to me.

Who's Mrs. Costello?

Oh, she's the housekeeper.

In fact, it was she.

And Father Tony, who found him.

Thank you.

Excuse me, Mrs. Costello. My name is
Inspector Keller.

I've just got a couple of questions to
ask you.

Now, did you hear the shot?

No, sir.

It's my novena night.

I was around the corner at the church.

Father Tony and I walked back and...

He went upstairs to his room.

And then you came directly here to the
study?

Directly. I always look in on my bishop
before I retire.

Now, did you see anybody here in the
room with him?

Only himself.

Lying there so pale, I thought he was
dead.

And when I heard her scream, I came
running in.

And neither one of you saw anybody in
the hall?

Only Father Tony.

There he is. Tony.

Yes, Monsignor.

Thank you very much. This is Inspector
Keller.

Father... Anthony Padillo, the Bishop's
secretary.

Oh, Father, did the Bishop have any
guests here tonight?

No, sir. He cancelled all appointments.
Said he wanted to be left alone.

Now, I understand the rectory's entirely
locked up. Who exactly has keys to get

in here?

Only the private staff.

I can't imagine why anyone would walk in
off the street and shoot a man like

Bishop Farrell. Did you tell him about
the letter?

What letter's that?

It came in yesterday's mail, one of
those anonymous cranks.

We get them all the time.

Well, I'd still like to see it.

I'll get it for you. Thank you.

Steve. Yeah. Got a minute?

Senor, excuse me.

We still can't find the gun, but we did
find the slug.

32 caliber.

It went right through him and lodged
right there.

Mike and the bishop are pretty close,
huh?

Yeah. Yeah, they're pretty close. What
else you got?

Tell me.

What was troubling him?

The archdiocese is a great
responsibility. I don't mean that.

Steve just called. I heard about the
threatening letter.

Why didn't he tell me?

Mike, I feel sure that if Tim had felt
you could help him in any way...

He would have confided in you.

How's Miss Sims?

What senior? How is he? They wouldn't
tell us anything downstairs. He's in

hands. In his.

And those of the finest surgeon in this
hospital.

The radio said he was critical.

I couldn't believe it when I heard it.

Who would have done such a... We don't
know yet.

Excuse me. This is Lieutenant Stone.

An old friend.

Ellen Sims and Mr. Webster.

When he cared for people the way he
loved them. Please.

Come and sit down. The waiting will be
easier.

Ellen Sims is a coordinator for social
counseling.

I'm afraid she's a little bit in need of
some counseling herself right now.

Would you excuse me?

You get any word?

No, nothing yet.

What about the letter? The lab's got it
under a microscope.

They've had it for an hour.

Sir, you're not allowed here without a
pass. I'm here to find out about Bishop

Farrell. I'm sorry. You'll have to
inquire on the first floor. I'm under

order. That will be all right, nurse.
This is Father Wilson. He's with us.

Excuse me, Father. You just didn't look
like a priest.

Yes, that's the idea.

We'll know soon.

Is there anything I can do to help?

Yeah.

You could try praying.

Lieutenant?

A man has an extraordinary will to live
without the constitution of a freight

train. Tell me something I don't know.

Bishop Ferrell stands a fighting chance.

That's all he needs. Thank you, Doctor.

Well, he's still alive.

Now we've got to find the one who tried
to kill him.

No, before the ambulance came.

Like I said, I was walking Romeo, and I
saw her run out from the rectory.

Wait, you saw a woman come out of there?
Young woman. She drove off in one of

those little sports cars.

Would you recognize her again?

No, she was too fuzzy. I didn't have my
contacts in. I'm myopic, nearsighted.

But she was young. I could see that.

I didn't think they were allowed, you
know.

Okay, thank you very much.

I want the names of all your domestic
help.

People who clean here, gardeners,
maintenance men, anyone who could have

here last night.

Well, that all happens in the daytime.

After six, there's only the resident
staff.

Bishop Farrow, of course, myself, Father
Tony, Mrs. Costello, and yes,

Father Wilson.

He lives here?

Yes.

Oh, Lieutenant.

Certainly you don't suspect. Well, I
said that anyone who could get that

to Tim to be able to shoot point blank
must have been someone that he knew.

Lieutenant Stone, the bishop is still in
the shadows, and here you are acting it

out like the devil's own passion play.

And I thought you were his friend.

I'm afraid that you're all standing on
hallowed ground.

here with Mrs. Costello to hear the
bishop as a saint. And to Father Wilson?

I don't think he has any.

What is a street priest like him doing
here on the staff?

Frankly, it was an effort to tame him
down.

All those arrests for civil
disobedience, protest marches and all.

felt it might help to rein him in, so to
speak.

Did it?

Did it rein him in?

Some.

have conversations exactly yet, but they
do have nose -to -nose discussions.

And the man with the flowers, you called
him Webster?

Yes. He's one of our lay advisors.

I suppose he represents the more
conservative element in the archdiocese.

He must love Father Wilson.

Well, he certainly opposes Wilson's
latest venture, the rent strike against

landlords.

I suspect George Webster might be one of
them.

And that would put Tim right in the
middle.

Excuse me one sec.

One of the neighbors saw a woman running
out of the air just before the

shooting. She got into a gray Mustang.

Yes, Monsignor Carruthers.

Just a moment.

Inspector, it's for you. Thank you.

Yes, Inspector. Is Miss Simms still in
her office?

Yes, I do. So would you like me to have
a committee? Please, no.

No. Don't bother.

I'll talk to her.

B -R -E -N -N -E -R.

You got a current address?

My car?

Last year's Pinto. Sunshine yellow with
bucket seats.

Miss Sims, did you come back here last
night for any reason?

No, I left at five and went directly
home. I had a good deal of work to do.

is much more than a full -time job.

Is there anything else you want to know,
Lieutenant?

Were you alone?

Yes, why shouldn't I be?

Miss Sims, nothing personal.

It's my job.

I have to ask these questions.

Well, in any case, you have your answer.

Lieutenant, your inspector's looking for
you.

His name's Neil Brenner. He's got a
track record as an anti -religious

Positive ID?

Yeah, the letter he sent matches a
threat letter was sent to an archbishop

a year ago. It had to do with birth
control. Except on that one, he left his

return address.

Yeah, well, what else?

He got picked up before for threatening
letters.

Psychological profiles just said his
father was some old fire and brimstone

teacher. He used to use a rod on him a
lot. And he's been getting even ever

since, huh? Yep.

Well, if he thinks he's a fanatic, wait
till I get my hands on him. Come on,

let's go.

Yes, why?

From the police department. I'd just
like you to put that box down, please,

put your hands above your head.

No!

Not this time, mister.

You freeze.

letters to the New York Times, the
Chronicle, even the Christian Science

Monitor. And after this inquisition is
over, I'm going to write some more

letters. And I am about ready to book
you right now.

All right.

I'm studying political science. It's an
extension program at the university. We

had an exam last night from about six to
nine.

Voila.

Found this here in your house, Neil.

The type on it matches those of the
letters.

Book them. I didn't shoot any bishop.
We're going to find out soon enough.

now you're being booked for possession
of illegal explosives and sending a

threatening letter.

I had to do that. They have got to be
stopped.

They're stealing us blood. Get him out
of here, will you? Come on, please try

listen to me. You've got to understand.

Homicide stone.

Well, that's the best news I could have
heard, Doctor.

Yeah, I appreciate your call.

Tim's conscious.

Great, great.

All right.

Now, where's that mugshot? Will you find
a mugshot of Brenner for me?

I'll get my coat.

So?

Who won the game?

I hate to tell you, 49ers lost it in the
last ten seconds.

Well, I'm glad I missed it.

Tim, I think we found the man who shot
you.

You recognize him?

You sure?

Now, he must have been as close to you
as I am right now.

What did he look like?

Right.

Let it be.

You know him?

Someone you know.

If we don't catch him, we could try it
again.

Come on, Tim, give me some help.

Vengeance is not mine, it's the Lord's.

Tim.

Please, Mike, there's... There's nothing
you can do.

It's in God's hands.

I seem bullheaded.

What happened?

Harold.

He talked the hospital into releasing
him.

That makes him an easier target. And
Brenner's out on bail, haven't you

heard, Mike, but he's not our man. He's
got a classroom full of witnesses.

He's got a D -minus on the test.

Well, he's doing better than we're
doing.

No gun, no suspect.

Victim who doesn't want to protect
himself.

Well, I guess we go right back to our
homework again, huh?

We check all the names for access or a
motive.

Here's a list of all known anti
-religious fanatics with a record of

Every one of them has a narratite alibi.

Well, we know that no one broke in.

No one from the outside had a key.

Yeah, which leaves somebody from the
inside.

Somebody he's protecting.

Now, you don't think that someone from
his staff shot him, do you?

You said yourself, given the proper
motivation, anyone's capable of

even murder.

I guess my religious background is
beginning to show.

It's just around the edges.

Now, I've been doing a workup on the
staff.

We got Father Crothers. He was at a
Bible study group.

Father Tony and Mrs. Costello at the
Novena.

And Father Wilson, he was downtown
feeding the hungry, if you're going to

believe his street people.

So the only one left unaccounted for is
Ellen Sims.

Yes, but...

Wait a minute now.

That witness of yours, she wasn't too
reliable either, you know. Could have

a priest in a cassock she saw.

Yeah, could have been.

Or could have been a girlfriend.

What are you getting at?

Let's just suppose that Ellen Sims came
back to see someone.

Like Father Wilson.

If you're talking about celibacy or the
lack of it.

And we can't forget Father Tony or
Carruthers either. For me, he keeps

back to Wilson. He's the one with a
juvenile record two inches thick. He's

resisting authority all his life. All
right.

You go to Father Wilson's center and
lean out. Okay.

Press him about in his stint.

And I'll go to the rectory.

If Tim is well enough to be sent home,
then... then he's well enough to be

interrogated.

is made up and ready so you can rest.

That's all I've been doing.

Now, what's been happening here? Who's
minding the store?

Well, we've all been waiting for you.
Father Wilson called from the center.

Ah, yes, I thought we'd come by later.

And George Webster wants to see you. He
insists it's imperative.

Oh, does he?

All right, I'll see your money around.

Oh, yes, and Lieutenant Stone is on his
way over.

Oh, they must be in now. Better answer
the door, Tony.

Mike doesn't like to wait on doorsteps.

You really shouldn't let all these
people bother you now.

Mrs.

Gassetta, I'm perfectly fine.

But I tell you what, I would dearly love
a pot of your golden tea.

The memory of that alone has sustained
me beyond measure.

God bless you, Bishop.

And welcome home.

I'm out of danger. I think you can call
off your guard.

The answer is no.

No, no, no. Don't be difficult.

Well, as far as I'm concerned, you're
still in danger.

Tim, come on now. Tell me the truth,
will you?

Well, the truth is that God gave me back
my life for his own reasons, according

to his own plan.

I had to come close to dying to find out
what living's all about.

A fainting.

The man who shot me won't die again.

And he's already been punished.

Well, not in my book.

I'm not going to drop this investigation
just because you decide to turn the

other cheek.

Tim, I want you to tell me the truth.
Who are you protecting?

No one but myself.

That's not good enough.

You're left to do.

What are you trying to do, hide behind
that collar on me?

I'm asking you to leave it alone.

And I am asking you to tell me who that
young lady was that ran out of the

rectory the night you were shot.

Who did she come to see?

Make him.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't make that ball game.

All right.

Have it your way.

But until I find out who you're
protecting and why, they stay.

Take care of yourself.

Do you feel strong enough to go from
Mike Stone to George Webster?

It'll be like choir practice after a
night.

Frank, I just want you to know that I've
come through the crisis.

That's better than having you home.

How long have you known?

When you don't want to see something,
you put on blinders.

And when someone finally takes them off,
you realize it was there all along.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Oh, no thanks, anyway. I've already made
arrangements with Father Tony.

I'll say a prayer for you.

Say two prayers.

Come in, George.

Your Excellency, I'll come right to the
point. I wouldn't recognize it if you

didn't sit down.

Hey.

How are you feeling?

Do you know that archdiocesan funds are
about to be used to support Father

Wilson's center?

I'm considering it, yes.

Your Excellency, it's clearly immoral
for the church to support illegal

financially or otherwise.

George, your strong point has always
been finances, not moral theology.

Wilson intends to use that money to feed
and house lawbreakers, people who

refuse to pay their rent.

Now, surely you don't intend to
subsidize criminals.

Father Wesson claims that you are one of
the city's largest slum landlords. Is

that true?

It's merely an attempt to smear me.

You haven't answered the question,
George.

I have a lot of investments, but I break
no laws.

Now, you know that I'm a major
contributor to virtually every church

charity in this archdiocese.

I think you'd better leave before I come
out of this thing and hold that door

open for you.

Force me and I'll wire the ice bishop
and apprise him of the situation here.

You don't seem to have any more respect
for law and order.

You left your sense of responsibility at
the hospital.

Well, I left as a rib.

But I did find something, a sense of
humanity.

I've been humanized, George.

It's a painful process.

I'd recommend it, but I don't think
you're ready.

Father Tony.

Mr. Webster has just sent his way out.

Exactly how well you knew Ellen Sims?

I only know her well enough that I want
her down here where it's happening

rather than shuffling papers up at
Pharaoh's Castle. She's a very good

Yeah. I guess the bishop feels the same
way about her.

I understand that you and the bishop
have been arguing a lot.

Has any of it been over her?

Keller, I have broken a lot of rules.
I've broken a lot of rules, but that is

not one of them. What we argue about is
money. Money to keep this place going,

and that is it.

Because the bishop won't support you,
right?

Well, let us say that we are in the
process of negotiation.

Now, you really don't think that I shot
him, do you?

Well, he canned you, took you out of
your parish.

Inspector, you see, he did me a big
favor because this is where I belong.

Now, I am a very busy man. Are you going
to be taking me downtown or aren't you?

No.

You'll be down there soon enough anyway.

Thanks a lot, Father.

Mrs. Costello, could I have another
slice of lemon, please?

Lemon? You never use more than one
slice.

Oh, Miss Bill, that bland hospital food.

Please.

I couldn't say this before, but thank
you for protecting me.

I didn't tell the police anything.

I should have known.

You were always full of gentle
surprises.

Couldn't have gotten more courage than
the linebacker.

No, I don't.

If I did, I would have gone long ago.

But I'm running now, Tim.

My resignation is on the Monsignor's
desk.

That's the correct protocol, isn't it?

It's not necessary anymore. You're
needed here.

Now, I've made up my mind.

I told Father Wilson I would work
downtown.

Tim, I'm so sorry for everything that
happened.

I'll regret it all my life.

But I won't.

As far as the blame goes, don't you
think I should take a rather large

Jim, if only I hadn't.

No, no, no, please. No tears, no
regrets.

The choice had to be made, and thank God
that you gave me

the courage to make the honest one.

isn't fair, is it?

Other people don't have to make such
choices.

Without priests, I am.

Even though I... I tried to forget it
for a little while.

Ellen, forgive me for... for not loving
you enough.

Excuse me. I'll come back.

No, no, no, Frank. Come in. Come in.

I did promise the doctor that I would
see to it you took your medicine.

Yeah. On time.

He's worse than Mrs.

Costello.

Yes.

Well, I expect you've had just about
enough for your first day at home.

No, no, no. There's still a lot to be
done.

My sermon tomorrow, I hope I can make
the people understand the

peace and joy that I found.

Frank, I thought I'd lost him.

But God found me.

And in a way, Ellen was his instrument.

I don't think it's wise for you to
attempt a sermon tomorrow.

Certainly not until you've got your
strength back.

You don't know the strength that I
found.

I'm going to tell them that you'll make
a better bishop than I am.

What are you talking about?

I'm resigning someday.

Because of Ellen.

I can't allow you to do that.

Believe me, Frank, I know what I'm
doing.

And if Mike Stone calls, tell him I'd
like to see him.

Very well.

You can't resign.

Not if you ever expect to wear the
Cardinal's hat.

Mrs. Costello, I was never meant to be a
cardinal.

Of course you were.

It's God's will.

You mustn't turn against him.

Not at all. In fact, I think that God
and I have made the decision together.

I can still serve him as a priest.

Bishop. Ah, Father Wilson.

Would you give me a ride over to the
church? Of course.

I'm glad to see you're feeling better.

You sure you trust me with your new
wheels?

Just mind the speed a minute.

I thought this might be a good chance
for me to settle a few things.

Bare knuckles or six -ounce gloves?

Make it easy on yourself.

Okay.

I've got 25 families that are gonna be
kicked out in the street tomorrow unless

we help them. None of the agencies are
gonna lift a finger because it's a rent

strike.

Bishop, I have got to have that money by
tonight.

Lord, somehow I feel closer to you than
ever now.

After all these years, thank you for
restoring my faith

and for sustaining me during the long
night.

Forgive me.

of God's to others.

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

I let Tim down, I let my partner down.

Because...

Well, I walked on tiptoe around here.

I treated everyone with kid gloves.

Well, no more.

I understand.

Mrs. Costello said that he was terribly
troubled.

And you said it was because of the
responsibility of the office.

Now, I want to know what really bothered
him.

Bishop Farrow was going through a crisis
of faith.

Ellen Sims was involved.

Two fundamentally good people caught up
in a terrible situation.

He was going to tell you, Mike.

He was.

Where did you see her last?

In her office packing. She said she was
going away.

Excuse me, young.

Found this out in the garden.

It was recently fired, and they wanted
me to take it down to the ballistics or

have Tanner do it. Let Tanner do it.

Okay. I want you to pick up Miss Sims
and bring her down to headquarters.

Okay. I'll meet you there.

Is this your gun?

No.

You quit your job, and you said you were
going to work for Father Wilson at the

center.

So why the plane ticket to New York?

I had to get away.

It was you who ran from the record the
night of the first shooting, wasn't it?

See, a landlady told us you borrowed her
car that night, a gray Mustang.

All right, it was me.

I loved him, and he loved me, too.

Did he?

Or is that why you shot him?

No!

You don't understand.

Neither did we at first.

At least I didn't.

I just wanted to help him, to be close
to him.

Nobody ever wants to be the other woman.

Well, how did he feel?

Tim didn't see it coming either.

One day it was just business as usual.

He began to doubt his belief in God, in
the church he'd served all his life.

It was tearing him apart and me.

That night, that night I went to the
rectory to ask him

to marry me.

He had tears in his eyes.

Shouting out of all the things a woman
says when she's lost.

Oh,

Scott Fitzgerald said it best.

The worst things in the world are to lie
in bed and not to sleep.

To wait for someone who does not come.

You try to please and not.

The carbon test was negative.

No traces of nitrate.

Inspector Tanner will take you home.

And I'm afraid you'll have to postpone
your trip.

It doesn't matter now, Lieutenant.

Not anymore.

Well, she's off the hook, right?

No.

She could have been wearing gloves.

Well, it has a little fury like a
woman's scorn. There's something like

Yeah, but she had me convinced.

That's why they invented the polygraph.

Homicide teller.

Yeah, Bert.

Okay,

I'll tell him.

Lustig's has those two bullets matching
perfectly, same gun and both shooting.

He's running a registration check on the
gun now.

Okay, same gun, same person.

And Tim said it was a man who pulled the
trigger.

And all the staff had alibis for the
first shooting, so where are we?

Right back to St. Ambrose.

First thing in the morning.

Hey, Mike.

What does this smell like to you?

It's not sacramental wine.

No cleaning fluid.

Gun oil? That's what I thought. I found
it in a sacristy. Get it to the light.

On the way. You know, if that's where
the gun was hidden, the killer's gotta

on the staff.

Come on.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

My knees are still shaking.

Father, the night of the first shooting,
you said that you walked from the

Novena services with Mrs. Costello, is
that right?

Yes, that's right.

And you went directly to your room?

Were we last night when Bishop Farrell
got killed?

I wish I could be more original, but I
was in my room writing a letter home.

Anybody see you there?

No. You heard Tim's confession yesterday
afternoon, didn't you?

A policeman saw you wearing your stone.
I guessed.

Well, then, Lieutenant, you've also
already guessed the answer to your next

question. I will not disclose anything
Bishop Farrell revealed during his last

confession.

Lieutenant, may I see you, please? It's
important.

There's $10 ,000 missing from one of the
church accounts.

Well, how did that happen?

The cash was withdrawn with a check
signed by Bishop Farrell. There's no

explanation on the stuff.

The money isn't in the safe. There's no
dispersing record.

Nothing. Just like that $10 ,000 gun.
Stolen.

Well, who would have taken it?

I'd ask Father Wilson if I were you.

Because he was in here demanding money
immediately before the bishop's death.

Nobody's seen that priest since.

You know the kind of people he hangs out
with.

Long -haired perverts and junkies and ex
-cons and all that. Oh, violent people,

Lieutenant, all.

Let's check first here. Wilson's out the
center. If he's not there, I'll try

some of the tenement buildings.

Inspector 8 -4 to Inspector 8 -1.

Inspector 8 -1, go ahead.

Yeah, Mike, we've got the registration
on that gun.

Let's have it.

Yeah, he used to be when I was a
bartender. I used to get to drink my

Now I got to eat them.

Cotton.

Yeah, you Eddie Madden?

Yeah.

You own a 32, don't you, Eddie?

I used to.

It's boozing, you know, it can get you
paranoid.

What happened to it?

Well, a priest took it from me one night
when I was shooting holes in my

nightmares.

Father Wilson.

He's a great guy.

How long ago was that?

I've been dry for six months.

Maybe a little longer.

Okay, thank you very much.

Okay, I'll be back.

Tell her.

We'll tell her now. These people, they
need you. Yeah, what about yourself?

Good buddy, you're in the way. You mind
walking? It's all right. Everything's

going to be okay.

Aiden, why the rescue?

We want to talk to you about a gun.

Eddie Madden's gun.

That gun was taken away from me.

Taken away from you?

You're not going to tell me you were
mugged by your own people.

No, Bishop Farrow took it.

Come on, Father.

You took that $10 ,000 to finance your
rent strike.

I told you Bishop Farrell gave me that
money. I signed a receipt for it. Which

happens to be missing. You also happen
to be the last person who saw the bishop

alive. Are you accusing me of murder? It
was your gun, wasn't it?

I told you I gave the gun to Bishop
Farrell.

Did anyone at the rectory see you do it?

No.

It was the day that I arrived. He was
showing me around.

He took me to my room.

He's giving you a guided tour. He's just
dismissed you from your parish, but now

he's giving you a guided tour.

Well, that's the kind of man he was.

I was unpacking. He saw the gun. He took
it away from me. He said he was going

to give it to some of his friends on the
force, which was probably you.

Well, he didn't give it to us.

Is there anything else you want to say?

I'm sure I've said enough already.

Inspector, could I see you both? Tanner,

take him to the tank.

No visitors.

Gotcha.

What is it?

Father Tony found the receipt for $10
,000.

It had been misfiled.

It's in the bishop's handwriting.

He did give the money to Father Wilson.

Father Wilson will still have to be held
for murder.

It was his gun that killed Tim.

Before you decide on that...

Would you read this, please?

It was to have been the bishop's last
sermon.

Same handwriting.

Read the last page, Mike.

Tim tried to take his own life.

I guess the gun was in the bishop's
hand, at least for the first shooting.

Monsignor, do you have any idea who
would have taken it from the study?

As God is my witness, no idea at all.

I just hope that it was all right for me
to go this far.

Tim's soul wouldn't have rested unless
you did.

May I take Father Wilson home now,
please?

All right.

He'll be in your custody until we find
the murderer.

Mass will begin in five minutes.

This is Costello.

There will also be a private mass at the
bishop's altar.

Please prepare it. I'll see to it.

Oh, Lord, forgive me.

Why, Mrs. Castello?

Did you kill him?

Did you kill the bishop?

He was going to resign.

All years of preparation, sacrifice,
work.

It would all have been wasted.

for the man to succeed.

I devoted my every waking moment to
making that happen.

So all you were trying to do was just
help him, is that right?

To spare him a lifetime of shame.

I did it out of love.

And for my church.

It would have disgraced my church if he
had confessed to his sins.

Mrs. Costello, the church has survived
many crises.

It would have survived a bishop's
confession.

But he was going to be a cardinal, you
know.

A prince of the church.

Tim Farrow was a prince long before he
ever was ordained.

Good morning. Mike, Steve.

I've seen you off. Beautiful morning,
isn't it? Yes.

You wanted to talk to us?

Yes.

I'm going to give Bishop Farrow's last
sermon at Mass this morning, just the

he wrote it.

Every line speaks eloquently of hope and
rekindled faith in God and in man.

I never had a doubt.

How's she doing?

Well, she's working for Father Wilson
now.

He got his parish back, you know.

I don't think much of his sermons, but
perhaps Tim would.

He wouldn't tell me what happened
because he was protecting her, right?

Well, he thought Ellen hid the gun for
him. She would have.

So would I.

I can't help it.

Every time I look around, I expect to
see him.

Oh, he's around all right.