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This is for the commissioner.

Excuse me?

Tell him it's all there.

What's all there?

It.

I don't think I should be doing this.
It's all right.

It's money he lent me for my wife's
operation.

You tell him Paulie Pants is very
grateful.

He wants to see you.

I told you never to come here.

Sometimes a man don't do what he's told.

I'm the police commissioner. It's not
safe.

Who saw you come in here?

Just the secretary.

Now we'll have to kill her.

Lucille, could you come in here?

Uh, sir, I've got a lot of work to do at
the 89th precinct on the other side of

town.

Lucille, uh, this is Paulie Pentangeli.

The biggest pain in the ass ever to
leave Brooklyn.

Second biggest.

Hey, what are you doing here? I thought
you were in California.

I got homesick from my mother's lasagna,
and you guys are lucky.

Hey, Lucille, listen, I'm sorry. I came
in to give Tony a hard time. He turned

it around on you. This means you're not
gonna kill me? Today.

It's a pleasure, Pauly. Anyone who gives
the commissioner a hard time is okay by

me.

Hey!

Hey, you're gonna stay for dinner,
right? Oh, yeah, I wouldn't miss it,

Manicotti.

Oh, Rachel told me. I stopped by your
house.

Uh, Diane with you?

No, not this trip.

Hey, Pauly, what color earrings was
Lucille wearing?

Gold.

What color tie you got on?

Brown.

You call yourself an investigator, huh?
Yes.

No, no, no. That's the five.

How quickly they forget, huh?

I'll get this back. Yeah, next life.

I was putting the money into my purse
when he grabbed me.

He threw me down onto the pavement.

Did you get to see his face?

Oh, God, he just hit me over and over.

Laura.

I'm sorry.

What did you say?

Well, was there anything identifiable in
your purse?

Something he might try to sell?
Something we could trace?

Do you have my credit card?

Miss Daly.

Can I get you a cup of coffee?

Coffee.

So Dad really set off all the fire
alarms at St. Mary's. Then he stood

stairway to watch all the nuns run out.
He thought he could get a glimpse of

what was underneath all those black
skirts.

I don't think that was my idea.

You, me, one of us came up with it one
night down at the batting cages.

The Carnegie Street batting cages. I
haven't thought of them in 20 years.

We made a lot of plans over fastballs at
Carnegie Street.

Some of them even worked out.

David, honey, come and help me with
dessert.

Do nuns wear under those black skirts?

Now.

So... You gonna tell me why you're
really here? I told you. You can't get

Italian cooking in L .A.

And Diane and I split up is all.

Look, Tony, you know how these mixed
marriages are. It's 50 -50.

You married Rachel.

She's Julie.

You're Catholic.

It worked. I married Diane.

She's L .A.

I'm Brooklyn.

It didn't.

So, that's it. No more women. I'm gonna
concentrate 100 % on putting away the

bad guys.

Just made D3 homicide.

Yeah, well, it's not exactly police
commissioner, but... So that's why

here. You just need a good dose of New
York crime to get you ready for the new

promotion. No, no. What I need is a dose
of R &R.

Come on, hang out with me at the
precinct.

East Bridge isn't exactly East L .A.,
but we got our share of killers, drug

dealers, and bloody street crime.

You really know how to sweet -talk a
guy.

Coffee, dessert, and after -dinner
entertainment in the family room.

I picked these up just for you, Paulie.
Yeah, that's sweet. So what's the

entertainment? Arnie. He just got
married.

You're loped with a phone sex operator.

I always admired that guy.

Look, he sent this videotape from
Tahiti.

Are we on?

And use the Zoom, too.

Hi, Rach.

Hi, Dave.

Tony.

Well, here it is. This is the greatest
business opportunity I've ever

It's perfect for a world with a
depleting ozone layer.

This is an all -natural sunscreen, okay?
It's made of guava jelly and vanilla

extract. Are we in focus?

Okay, good.

Okay, now the natives down here, they
swear by this stuff. I mean, let's face

it. Have you ever seen a Tahitian with a
sunburn?

Anyway, I negotiated a very advantageous
export deal with Willie Kamuamua.

He's my guava jelly connection.

And not only does this stuff protect you
from UV rays, it also has a very

special added benefit. I want to watch
this.

Let's say that the sun, you know, if the
sun goes behind a bank of clouds for a

few minutes, all you got to do is you
scrape a little off, you put it on

bread, and boom, you got lunch.

That's cool. I forgot.

Okay, just a second. That was Willie
Tamuamua.

Now, you know, he's a very nice guy, but
he doesn't have business savvy. You

know, I feel like I just bought
Manhattan for 20 bucks worth of beads.

I'm going to have 200 cases of this
stuff drop ship to your house.

So, look, I got to go, but I'll send
another tape in a few days.

So long, or as we natives like to say,
pot of high.

Willie, we're going to talk marketing.

Parahae to you, too.

As long as that means be well and stay
away a long time.

Another cannoli, Paulie?

Rach, you know how to get to my heart.

Ms. Daly, you're about to see five men,
and they all match the description you

gave us yesterday.

Okay?

Ready?

Profile.

He's the one who grabbed your purse.

Boy's a murderer.

Laura, we're trying to identify the man
who took your bag last night.

That boy's a murderer.

Believe me, I know how crazy this
sounds.

I'm a schoolteacher. I don't believe in
ghosts.

I hardly ever read my horoscope.

But you've been having strange dreams.

Memories, really.

I constantly... Ever since the attack.

When that boy grabbed my purse, I felt
the same panic that I felt then.

Then? When I saw the murder.

A boy.

He's wearing one of those high school
jackets.

With an eight.

He killed another boy in the woods.

You're a responsible citizen.

Don't you think if you had actually seen
this, if it were real and not just a

bad dream, you'd have reported it to the
police?

I'm afraid.

I'm just trying to concentrate on the
radio.

I interrupted the song for a report.

Sputnik.

Sputnik?

Wasn't that 56, 57?

No, it was 57.

That was the year my brother ran away.

35 years ago.

My parents, they thought that he ran
away.

I can show you where it happened.

I know this is the place.

I can see it.

I remember.

Boss, we can't find a thing.

Don't get up.

I'm sorry, Laura.

There's nothing here.

Okay, let's pack it in.

Whoa, hey.

You all right? I'm coming. Hang on. Hang
on. Okay, I got you. I got you. All

right.

Oh, wow.

Thanks. I owe you one.

Just one?

This thing's got to be 12 feet deep. You
could have been...

Tony, take a look at this.

I looked it up in their yearbook.

Zachary Taylor High had three sports
teams in 1957, Stephen Daly's class.

Baseball, football, and basketball.

Each team had number eights.

Joey Heim played second base.

Mark Crawford, quarterback.

Allstate, he led the team to the state
finals. And Timothy Perello, basketball

center. He stunk.

That's the guy.

Why do you say that?

Geeky kid.

Probably grew too fast.

Six foot two and weighed 100 pounds.

Never had a date.

Repressed. Strong arm.

They didn't jam it in those days.

It's him, Perello. Pick him up.

It's the quarterback.

Arrogant, hothead. Used to have it his
own way.

A hero, someone you'd least expect.

A strong arm. It's Crawford.

It could be the second baseman.

No.

How do you know?

Because he played second base.

You guys are scary.

We're on number eight today.

Well, school only keeps records for when
kids are in school, so what are we

talking, 35 years?

That's a long time ago. Don't these
school administrators understand?

They've got to be prepared.

There's no statute of limitations on
murder.

Class reunion.

They'd know.

Carmela, bring me that yearbook.

And find out who's the chairman of the
57 Class Reunion Committee.

We'll pay him a little visit.

Let him reminisce about their old
classmates.

Hey, drive safely, ma 'am. Have a nice
day.

Officer.

Officer.

My child is missing.

Missing? Gone. Not where he's supposed
to be. Disappeared. Andy left home early

this morning. He promised he'd be home
by 11.

It's only 11 .30. He's only 14.

Okay, Mr., um... DeMille?

Mr. DeMille, don't panic. Sometimes 14
-year -olds can be a little mischievous.

Not Andy. He knows how I worry about
him.

Okay. I'll tell you what. You give me
the name of...

His school, your home address.

You have a picture?

Oh, yes, of course.

I've seen this kid before.

Yeah, he hangs out at Max's video
arcade.

Okay.

You know, our 35th reunion is this year.

I'm going to have to be getting in touch
with everybody pretty soon.

Okay, now.

This is our class valedictorian, Russell
Ketteringham. Um, Ms. Sorensen, um,

we're mainly interested in, uh, these
three men.

Okay.

Joey Heim. Joey Heim. Moved to Miami, I
think.

Um, yeah. Mm -hmm. See?

Coach, junior college, baseball.

There's his address.

Uh, what about Mark Crawford? Um, the
quarterback.

Now, this is a real hard luck story.

You know, he was Allstate, and he got a
scholarship to Syracuse, and then he got

arrested. And I don't remember why.

Went to Attica for a year. I couldn't
believe it.

I think he lives in Billings, Montana
now. Yeah, there he is.

Works on oil rigs.

This last one, Parello.

He's never made it to any class reunion.

I don't know much about him, but...

I think he's still living at home.

Yeah, there he is. There's Mr. Jeff.

I don't know why we're even bothering.

The quarterback did a year in Attica. It
ain't over till it's over.

Okay.

Pardon me, Father. We're looking for a
Timothy Perello.

I'm Timothy Perillo.

Oh, boy, you sure can pick them pants.

You want I should put out a warrant for
Mother Teresa?

Go ahead. Enjoy your chocolate laughing,
boy.

I'm sorry, pal.

You must have slipped a little bit out
in L .A. I'm sending you down to the

miners for reconditioning.

If Perillo killed Daly, joining the
seminary would be a perfect cover.

Oh, same old stubborn Paulie. Can't
admit you're wrong.

Look, Laura Daly said her brother was
murdered the night Sputnik went up,

Yeah, so?

What was that?

What do I look like, an almanac?

October 4th, 1957.

Nothing here on Stephen Daly's
disappearance.

Here's my quarterback, Mark Crawford.

Says here they called him Killer.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Read on, old wise one.

On the day Sputnik went up, Killer
Crawford was leading his team to the

championships in Albany.

Jeez, what do you know?

We were both wrong.

Both? No, I don't think so.

Perello doesn't have an alibi like
Crawford.

You serious?

You stick it to the priest?

Paulie, it was the second baseman.

Bet you a hundred bucks.

You're right.

Hey, boss.

We got a missing person.

How long?

About six hours.

That's not missing. That's delayed.

It's a 14 -year -old kid.

It won't take any chances.

Set up a six -neighborhood grid. Call
the fire chief. Tell him I want search

teams. Yes, sir.

You got a photo?

Oh, yeah. You bet.

Oh,

Ronnie's got it. He's running off
handbills.

Tell him I want one on every telephone
pole in the city.

Okay, listen, boss. I have a friend from
high school who works over at the

Sentinel. And if I get over there, like,
right now, I could probably get him to

print it in the next edition.

Do it. All right.

Good man, Stan Kelly.

Bright, earnest, loves wearing the
uniform.

That'll shine.

Hey, boss.

Called Florida.

I followed through on the second
baseman.

And? He died two years ago.

What did he die of?

What does that matter?

Hey, Sherlock, if he died in a violent
crime, that could reflect on a history

violence. If it was suicide, it could be
the cumulative act of 35 years of pent

-up guilt.

Maybe Joey Heim just couldn't live with
himself anymore.

How'd he die?

Hit by a bus.

Perala's the only one we can
investigate.

He's alive, and he doesn't have an
alibi.

I say we nail him or clear him.

Some of my first memories are my
grandmother taking me to church.

I remember how it felt.

No matter what was going on outside, we
were safe.

Surrounded by goodness.

You're telling me...

That someone walking inside those walls,
a priest, is a murderer?

Paulie, I may not be a practicing
Catholic, but I learned a lot about

from the nuns in St. Mary's.

Father Danza's lessons are part of the
reason why I am who I am today.

This isn't Father Danza.

And it isn't your grandmother.

Tony, this is a murderer.

You're right.

Any ideas?

I said we just go up there and confront
the guy.

Don't deny it.

We wouldn't have proven anything.

To do it right, we got to flush him out.

We can tell him we got a witness.

I don't want to involve Laura.

She's too fragile.

But you're pretty sturdy.

Okay, I'll bite.

Today at the rec...

I was the only one to talk to him.

He won't recognize your voice.

He'll know my face.

I said, don't show him your face.

It's been years since I had one of these
things.

Relax, we've done away with the
trapdoor.

Just say what you want to say.

A long time ago, I witnessed a murder.

That's terrible, but it's not a sin.

You don't understand.

I never said anything.

It was 1957.

I saw a boy kill another boy in the
woods.

Yes? It was out near the old shack.

I think it was a WPA thing at one time.

They had an argument.

I didn't hear what was said.

But he killed him.

I was so afraid.

I didn't say a word.

But lately, I've been having nightmares.

So tomorrow, I'm going to square it with
the police.

But first, I wanted to square it with
God.

I'm sorry for keeping it a secret all
these years.

I'm sorry for being afraid.

Minister of the church, may God grant
you pardon and peace and absolve you of

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

Amen.

Well, it's been dark for hours.

If he was going to do it, don't you
think he'd be here by now?

Tony, the guy's a parish priest.

He's got a saving mass, save a few
souls, then he'll show up at the scene

crime. Bet you he won't.

You owe me $100.

Father Perillo, police officers, you're
under arrest.

Dear God.

Let go.

Please.

I'm a priest.

Perillo, I know priest.

I've learned from priest. And you, sir,
are no priest.

There was a girl.

Prettiest girl I ever saw in my life.

We were making love in the backseat of
my car.

Stephen Daly saw us.

For weeks after that, every day he would
taunt me, ridicule me.

He threatened to tell my parents.

You were that afraid of your parents?

They thought I was a good Catholic boy.

The truth would have killed them.

So you killed Stephen Daly instead?

I begged him.

Offered him money.

Anything.

He laughed at me.

We fought.

He fell down.

Hit his head.

Lay still.

I got scared and ran away.

I never really thought he was dead.

But the days went by.

And he never showed up. I couldn't
believe it.

Believe it.

Every day for 35 years, I'd wake up and
I'd wonder, is today the day?

I'd study, I'd pray, I'd try to do some
good for someone.

The sun sets, and I'm still free.

And the next day, it happens all over
again.

You could have turned yourself in any
time.

What good would that have done?

At least as a priest, I'm still of some
use.

There are people whose lives are better
because of me.

The man is dead because of you.

Would going to jail have brought him
back?

I never spoke to that girl again. I
never had another woman. I devoted my

to the service of others.

In the long run, isn't that the better
choice?

That wasn't your decision to make.

For 35 years, Stephen Daly's family
wondered where he was.

Woke up every morning hoping that was
the day he'd come home.

I wondered what they had done to make
him run away.

There's nothing you could do to make up
for that.

Or the good he might have done if he'd
been alive.

Guess you were right.

Even a priest can be a killer.

He wasn't a priest when he did it, Tom.

As far as I'm concerned, he's not a
priest now.

You know, even now he's not being
honest.

He almost made it sound like an
accident.

Laura said she saw him smash the guy's
head in with a rock.

One of those.

These are handbills with the missing
little kid's picture on it. We're going

put these up on every telephone pole in
town.

Ronnie. Big, bold letters. Minton.

Contact the East Bridge Police.

Ronnie, you want to find this kid?

Look in a barn.

He and his pals are probably putting on
a show.

Huh? This is Mickey Rooney.

Oh, no. Mickey Rooney's an old guy with
white hair. He wasn't always.

Haven't you heard of the old Andy Hardy
movies?

Boys Town, Captain's Courageous?

I don't know. Captain Courageous was an
Elton John album.

Ronnie, that man thinks his son is Andy
Hardy.

He's got to go to an institution, and
you've got to collect all these

Call off the fire department.

Make sure none of these pictures show up
on any telephone poles anywhere.

Yeah, yeah. Okay. Sorry.

Oh, I'm glad I caught that one. That
could have been a disaster.

Hey, boss.

It took some coaxing, but my friend at
the Sentinel, he did me a favor.

Well, at least they spelled your name
right.

Here it is. Special delivery.

Arnie and Tahiti, part two.

No, wait a second. We're watching this.

Hi. How's everything?

We're doing fine here, all things
considered.

Gloria, sweetie, could you...

Put on a little more zinc oxide, please.

Hi.

He got sun poisoning.

Oh, no. With his light skin?

No, with his light brain.

Willie, he didn't tell me you had to
leave the guava jelly on for six hours

before going out in the sun. He wasn't
straight with me, that Willie.

And I told him that I wanted my money
back for the 200 cases of the sunscreen,

and I told him that I wouldn't take ITA
for an answer.

I had to take ITA.

So I've had enough of the tropics.

As soon as I stop molting, we're going
to China.

Because what with the British pulling
out of Hong Kong and everything, I mean,

there's plenty of business opportunities
there, plenty of them.

So we'll drop you a tape when we get
there.

Para hai.

Bye.

You know, that Willie Kamua Mua, he
conned me.

Don't get upset.

No, it's just, you think you can trust a
man in a grass skirt?

Poor Arnie.

Poor us. We're related to him.

Got a great place here, Rachel.

Great life.

I'm very lucky.

Yeah, so is Tony.

If only you hadn't rejected me.

I didn't reject you.

Besides, that was high school.

I still remember our kiss.

Oh, we were 16.

And Tony and I were fighting.

Did you ever tell him about it?

It wasn't important.

Me neither.

Want to grab some lunch?

Hey.

Always the bookworm, huh? What are you
reading?

The forensic report on Stephen Daly.

That's one way to work up an appetite.

So -called priest must have been a
maniac.

Coroner says the guy's skull was pounded
almost literally into the ground.

Then he was dragged to the old shack and
thrown into the well.

So? That wasn't Perello's story.

He says they fought.

He knocked Daly down.

Then he got scared and ran away.

So he lied.

He was confessing to a murder. Why would
he lie about the details?

He forgot.

I mean, it's been 35 years.

You saw his face.

He's relived that day a million times in
his mind. I don't think he's forgotten

a thing.

What, so all of a sudden you think this
guy's innocent again?

You just don't want to pay me my hundred
bucks.

Look, the judge set bail at a quarter
million, meaning someone has to post 25

grand to get him out.

His parish raised that money inside of
24 hours.

He'll be back at his church by the time
we finish lunch.

Yeah, but I'll bet you nobody will be
taking any walks in the woods with him

anytime soon.

It doesn't add up, Paulie.

Forget he's a priest.

A guy that inspires that kind of
affection and loyalty isn't the kind of

who takes a rock and pounds someone's
head into guacamole.

You're serious, aren't you?

I'm calling in a hypnotist from down in
the city.

I'd be useful in a case like this.

There must be a lot of details buried in
Laura Daly's mind.

Tony, she saw him do it, and he
confessed to it. What more do you want?

I want to know how Stephen Daly's skull
got crushed.

I want to know how his body got tossed
in the well.

Because those things happened.

And I don't think Father Perillo did
them.

Father Perillo.

Father, do you have a statement?

No, please.

Have you spoken to Laura Daly about her
accusation? Thank you.

Murderer! Get away from the church!

Don't hurt her. No violence, please!

Do you think you should resign from the
priesthood, Father?

What kind of support are you getting
from the parish?

Don't you have a statement?

Welcome back, Father.

Father, I'd like to confess.

Please, I need to confess to you.

Come into my office.

Don't you recognize me?

You once called me the prettiest girl
you ever saw.

Sheila. Yes.

Sheila Sorensen.

My gosh, I haven't seen you since.

I know.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

I sinned against two men, and I sinned
against heaven, and I don't know if I

ever be forgiven.

Anything can be forgiven if the penance
is sincere.

I loved a boy.

A handsome, wonderful boy named Tim.

One night, another boy, Stephen, saw us
making love.

After that, Stephen humiliated Tim. He
said he was going to tell Tim's parents.

Finally, the two boys fought in the
woods.

They didn't know I was there.

But I watched.

Tim ran away.

Stephen lay on the ground.

I knew when he woke up, he would tell
Tim's parents.

I knew they would never let Tim see me
again.

I smashed Stephen's head with a rock.

And I hid his body in a well, and I said
nothing.

As time went by, I realized Tim must
have thought he was the killer.

But I said nothing.

Even when you were arrested, charged
with a murder you didn't commit, I said

nothing.

and condemned another one to a lifetime
of guilt.

I can never forgive myself.

God can never forgive me.

But as a man of God, the only man I ever

loved, can you forgive me?

of the Father and of the Son and of the
Holy Spirit.

I absolve you of your sins.

He knew exactly what he was going to do.

Your brother Stephen?

He was going to dethrone the king.

The king?

Who was the king?

Both of them, he said.

The king and the queen.

Her royal slyness.

That's what he called her.

I remember he was almost crying when he
said that.

Did he tell you this himself?

No.

I don't think he said ten words to me
his entire life.

I was listening outside his door.

How long after that day did your brother
disappear?

I can't remember exactly.

Was it a few days or was it weeks?

Probably a couple of weeks.

Did he ever say anything more about the
king and queen?

Sheila Sorensen said she barely knew
Perello. Oh, man, we must have been

The whole time we've been figuring it's
got to be a guy. Half the girls I knew

wore their boyfriends' jackets.

So why the hell didn't you mention it?
Don't yell at me. I'm on vacation.

Father? Commissioner Scali.

I've been meaning to call you to thank
you.

For what? For arresting me.

For the first time in 35 years, I know
what it's like to wake up without dread.

And the love my parishioners have shown
me since I came back, well... Thank you.

Uh... When you were in high school, that
pretty girl was Sheila Sorensen, wasn't

it?

and it was Sheila that you... that
you... You went at it like bunnies,

you?

Come on, Padre, you hadn't taken a vow
then.

Father, we have reason to believe that
she was involved in the murder.

Maybe even was the murderer herself.

When was the last time you saw her?

I can't help you, Commissioner. I'm
sorry.

Why not?

I can't answer.

A simple yes or no would... You saw her
in the confessional.

Oh, man, when?

Since you got out of jail?

Father, did she tell you she killed
Stephen Daly?

I'm not at liberty to divulge anything.

She killed him.

His family has a right to know, and she
deserves to be punished for it.

Did she tell you?

I'm not at liberty to divulge anything.

You think she confessed to you to
unburden her soul?

She couldn't care less.

Father, if she killed Stephen Daly, she
lets you bear the guilt for it for 35

years.

I'm not at liberty to divulge anything.

She used you for all these years, Padre,
and she's using you now.

Because she knows once she confesses...

You're no longer a threat.

You can't come forward. You have to
understand.

I'm not at liberty to divulge anything.

My God, Paulie.

If he's no longer a threat to Sheila,
only one person is.

Yes, Laura?

Yes? I'm Sheila Sorensen.

You don't know me, but I went to school
with your brother.

I read about what happened to him, and I
just want you to know that I always

thought he was a wonderful boy.

Thank you.

In fact, I have a couple of mementos,
some things that Stephen gave me. I

thought perhaps you'd like to see them.

I would.

Come in.

I've just made a fresh pot.

Sounds great.

Sheila Sorensen. I think I remember
Stephen mentioning your name.

Were you good friends?

The best.

It's funny.

With all that's come out in the paper
about the case, I thought I would have

heard from some other people who knew
Stephen.

But you're the first.

Well, I guess a lot of them moved away.

Some are shy, you know, and I guess I'm
just a little old busybody.

Please, sit down.

I've been sitting all day. I think I'll
just wait for you.

I'm so glad you came by.

I've been wanting to talk to someone,
you know, one of Stephen's

to get a perspective I just don't have,
you know?

Please don't go through any trouble. Oh,
it's nothing.

Help me!

He's trying to kill me!

Where is he?

Drop that knife, Sheila. Drop it.

Why would you want to do this?

She killed your brother

while she was wearing Tim Perillo's
jacket.

She was the one you saw.

She couldn't risk you remembering any
more than you already had.

If we found you with your wrist cut, a
suicide,

she figured the investigation would be
all over.

Come on. Let me call you an ambulance.

How bad was that, Pure?

You haven't hit a pure since the spring
of 69, and even then.

Ah, that breeze feels great.

My foot slipped.

It did not.

It did.

I haven't had this much fun, and I don't
remember.

Yeah, me too. I should get some gloves,
though. No, I mean working with you.

It's like... It's like the two
musketeers all over again.

Yeah, it was, wasn't it?

Why don't we keep it going?

Why don't you come back here and work
with me?

Now's the perfect time. It'll be a
blast.

I don't know.

I'm not sure I could stand you in large
doses.

We were a team before. We'll be a team
again.

Let me think about it.

Well, while you're thinking about it,
where's my hundred?

For what?

Father Perillo was innocent.

Pay up, Polly Pants.

Maybe he didn't actually kill the kid,
but he was a moral accessory.

Moral accessory?

I never heard of that.

Well, that's because I just made it up.
I mean, he did hit the kid. He left him

for dead.

Just because Sheila came along and
finished off the job.

Oh, you're welshing on the bed. Moral
accessory is garbage. You're just

splitting hairs.

Hey, don't talk about hairs, all right?
Talk about subjects you've got knowledge

of.

Highly amusing.

All right, I'll tell you what. I'll tell
you what.

This swing, double or nothing.

All right, all right, all right. That's
two out of three.