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I will keep you in my prayers.

Precious in the eyes of the Lord

is the death of His faithful ones.

May God support us all the day long,

till shadows lengthen and evening comes.

Let us pray.

Almighty God, through the death of Your son on the cross,

you have overcome death for us.

Through his burial and resurrection from the dead,

you have made the grave a holy--

I can't believe I let you talk me into this on my day off.

Oh, I'll make it up to you later, I promise.

The minute you start canvassing for campaign contributions,

- I'm out of here. - Shh, let's pray.

Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.

- Hosanna in the highest. - Patrick?

- Yeah. - That's my brother.

Deputy Mayor Shaw wasn't a fan of speeches,

so it's only appropriate that his dear friend

Monsignor Stephen Banning,

himself a man of few words, gives his eulogy.

Thank you, Father Debreno.

I knew Ken Shaw for 30 years, long before he became

the feisty politician who characterized his reign

of terror here in--

Down! Everybody, down!

Get down! Get down!

Get down!

Where's the phone? Where's the phone?

Jane, give me radio. High line.

Where they at?

- Look for him, look for him. - Yes, sir.

- Patrick! - Target. Target.

Find him, find him.

Easy, easy, easy, easy. Lean back.

- Lean back, Father. - What happened?

I need an ambulance.

A man's been shot.

- This is Deputy Chief Noland. - Copy that.

Oakview Cemetery.

Oakview Cemetery.

Yeah, 18th Street.

18th and Art Street.

Debreno, shooter in the trees.

Go, go, go.

All right, lock it down.

- Go! - Let nobody in or out.

Yes, I would classify this as an emergency.

The far side of the building.

What do you got?

Medium height, thin build.

He's got a rifle.

Give me an eight block perimeter.

Suspect medium height, thin build, with a rifle.

- Copy that. - Freeze, ma'am!

We have a suspect with a gun in the alley.

- Did you see anyone go inside? - No.

- This your car? - Yes.

All right, go. Get in.

Get out of here.

All available cars, I want 'em at Oakview Cemetery.

Let's go.

Come on, come on.

Okay.

(indistinct speech)

Come on.

Easy.

Hey, take it easy.

Yeah.

I need those bikes going.

Let's go!

Go!

Get him outta here, come on!

Yeah, all right.

Chief, hold on a second.

Yeah, we have uniforms searching the area.

We have eyewitness accounts from four different people,

but none of 'em match.

CSU find anything?

Well, the ground is dry, the grass is dry,

so we can't get any footprints,

but we're still searching through the trees.

Hey, how's he doing?

Bullet nicked his liver, but uh, not enough to keep him

from communion.

Oh, thank God.

Excuse me.

Get the shooter?

Not yet.

Can we see him?

Yeah.

Dr. Allan. Dr. David Allan to 01.

Hey.

Hey.

How you feeling?

Not too bad.

Still beat you one on one.

Keep practicing your jump shop while you

- still can, little brother. - Damn.

What kind of medication they got you on?

- Delusional. - Father.

Um, if you're feeling up to it, could I ask you

- a few questions? - Sure.

Any idea who might have done this?

No. Can't think of who.

Employees, parishioners, colleagues.

You argue with anyone lately?

Only the Monsignor.

Keeps telling me the Wizards will have a great team one day.

Have faith, Patrick.

Have faith.

You ever been accused of sexual misconduct, Father?

Chief Mannion, please.

This is clearly an act of random--

I asked Father a question.

What is this?

Well, Kevin says that you work with altar boys.

- Is that correct? - Chief?

You know, I think you're going a little too far with this.

No, Kevin. It's okay.

I instruct 'em in the procedures of mass.

I teach 'em Latin.

I've never been accused of sexual misconduct,

and I would never do such a thing.

With all due respect, Chief, I think you're out of line.

My brother's not a child molester.

I didn't accuse him of being a child molester, Debreno.

I asked him if he'd ever been accused of sexual misconduct.

To which he replied, what?

- That he hadn't been. - Right.

What do you think, Temple?

I'm inclined to believe him. Joe?

Jury's still out.

Well, somebody wanted your brother dead.

Now, can we just go find out who that was?

Or you want to stay here?

- Chief? - Yeah.

How's Father Debreno?

Oh, he's gonna be fine.

- And our Debreno? - He's all right.

Good.

You'll be happy to hear that the Department of Corrections

is ready to interface their database with CompStat.

Finally.

And the entire update will take about a week.

Our new technician has to install communication software,

reprogram the service.

Will you just get it to me by Friday?

Chief! I have been working on this 24/7.

Chief! I have been working on this 24/7.

You're not just anybody, Ella.

Get it done.

Uh, Ms. Farmer, your fiancé called.

Second time today.

Thanks, Ferris.

You know, one day you're gonna push,

- and I'm gonna push back. - A day!

Father Debreno's here every day at the same time.

On Thursday and Friday evenings, he has wedding rehearsals

for the weekend ceremonies.

Has anybody ever had any complaints about the Father?

- Had any disagreements with him? - Oh, no.

I can't name a person who doesn't like him.

Gum?

You'd think a person would have more respect.

Come to think of it.

Have you talked to Gary Bristol?

Who's Gary Bristol?

You're damn right I'm mad.

My aunt left $350,000 to that church.

She left me a rundown walk-up in southeast.

I tell you something.

It was that Father Debreno.

He's the one who talked her into it.

So what'd you do about it?

Went to a lawyer.

He said he might be able to contest the will

with 50,000 up front, plus 30% of any money I got.

I said, forget it.

Where were you at 10:00 this morning?

Lincoln Memorial.

I'm there mornings.

Got anybody that can back that up?

My boss.

What's this about?

A priest was shot this morning.

I find out you had anything to do with it, your ass is mine.

What's his problem?

The accordion,

Cujo, is an underappreciated instrument.

The average person cannot

name one accordion virtuoso.

And-- and-- and CDs.

Music stores don't not have accordion sections.

I looked, believe me.

- Oh, bad, bad, bad. - Sammy, heel, heel, heel--

Easy, easy, easy. Hey, hey, hey.

Sit, sit, sit.

Chief.

Vanessa.

- What, are you slumming? - I live here.

- Parkway Towers. - Oh, yeah, yeah.

Million dollar co-ops.

Well, that figures.

You look different.

Not so parochial.

Parochial?

Yeah, it's from the Latin parochia.

You have an interest in words, Chief.

Only when they're used to make me feel small.

- How tall are you? - Tall.

Jumping. Cujo! Hey, hey.

- He bit him. - No, no, no, no.

It was self-defense. Your dog attacked him.

It was completely unprovoked.

- Take that monster home. - Monster?

Yeah. I don't even--

Whatever. Come on, come on.

Come on, baby.

Why don't you just beat him up, Cujo, huh?

Take a big chunk out of him.

So you were down at the hall of records this afternoon, huh?

Yeah.

I think I'm onto something, but I need your help.

- There you go. - Thank you.

Now, you used to work for Taylor and Fields, right?

Is this an ambush or do I see you coming?

They represent the archdiocese.

You were their top litigator.

You know where all the bodies are buried.

I--

Goodbye.

I need your help.

I need the names of plaintiffs--

I am not violating my confidentiality.

...who have filed complaints against the church.

I don't give a damn about your confidentiality!

Somebody tried to murder my brother today.

I'm sorry.

Look, just--

Just wait a minute.

Just-- just hear me out for a minute.

So far we haven't been able to find anyone with a motive

to shoot my brother. Okay?

So I'm thinking

maybe it wasn't Patrick they were after.

Maybe some nutcase had a grudge against the church

and was gunning for a priest. Any priest.

Some nutcase, who might have filed a lawsuit.

Exactly.

My problem is your old firm's done a great job

having the court record sealed.

Just give me the names of the plaintiffs.

I'll take it from there. Nobody will know.

You know, this may seem like a big city to you,

but it's a very small town.

The senior partners of Taylor and Fields play golf

with several priests from the archdiocese.

All of whom back my opponent, by the way.

People know we're seeing each other.

You do the math. Negative ads.

Next thing you know, I'm a police informant,

a lousy lawyer, and I lose by a landslide.

I think you can trust me.

Don't make this about us.

You just did.

All right, look. Okay, look.

look, I'm sorry, okay? You're right.

I've been crazy today with everything

that's been going on.

Don't go.

Please.

"Plaintiff warrants and alleges that during the time his son

served as an altar boy, the defendant touched him

inappropriately, fondled him on numerous occasions,

and forced him to engage in sexual acts several times a week

for a period of two years."

And this is from the lawsuit against Monsignor Banning

that was settled out of court last week.

Correct.

And this deposition you got from the case filing, it was sealed

by the court, correct?

Hey, Debreno.

How'd you get this?

Uh, I'm not really at liberty to say, sir.

Well, Chief, you told us to get a motive.

And there's your motive.

Except it's against the Monsignor,

not Father Debreno.

Mm-hmm.

A priest violating a child.

It's hard to imagine it, even to say it,

but it's happening.

You can't open a newspaper without reading about it.

Maybe the lesson that we should take from all of this

is that we should have our faith in the Lord.

Not an institution, not in a building,

not a tradition, not a man.

Just in the word of God.

I'm gonna pray for these victims that they can forgive

these priests, these men,

men of flesh and blood, because

forgiveness is the path to God.

Jesus uttered the words on the cross,

"Forgive them, Father,

for they know not what they do."

No.

You want me to give you the name of a plaintiff

- in a sealed lawsuit? - Why?

So you can convince the parents to file criminal complaint?

No. What happened?

I never went to law school, all of a sudden.

I am trying to solve the attempted murder

of a priest.

I think the plaintiff in this particular case

can help me do that.

So, tell me the logical connection

between a-- a civil case alleging sexual misconduct

against the Monsignor

and the attempt on Father Debreno's life.

And if it's just 'cause he was standing next

to the Monsignor at the time.

No, no, no.

No, I don't think so.

Listen, there's social policy behind the--

the court's decision to seal the plaintiff's name

in cases like this.

Your desire to unseal it could cause

further harm to the defendant by tying him in illogically

with another case.

Now, can I make myself any clearer?

He's already tied in, Bruce.

Monsignor Banning was named in a lawsuit that alleged

sexual misconduct 10 years ago.

How do you know that?

The Freedom of Information Act.

Unfortunately, the names have been redacted.

That's why I need your help.

Okay, hat do you want me to do?

I want to take a sexual predator out of the pulpit.

All rise.

You don't have a problem with that, do you?

This court is now in session.

The honorable Judge Hillary Fine presiding.

I will need that deposition by 3:00.

Yes, Miss.

Chief Mannion, just the man I'm looking for.

Now's not a good time, Cavanaugh.

I have something for you.

My vet bill.

$278.

I'll take cash or a check.

A joke.

That's very good.

I appreciate a sense of humor, even from somebody

I didn't think had one.

Way to go, Ka vie. Good for you.

Uh, Chief.

He needed three stitches, Chief.

Plus, anesthesia, plus medication.

Take a look.

Diazepam. What? $20?

- What is that? - Tranquilizer.

He was traumatized.

- Depilation $15? - Hair removal.

They had to shave him before they could sew him up.

Well, he didn't go to the vet.

He went to a spa, he got drugs and he got shaved.

No, I'm not paying this.

Oh, yes, you will, if you don't want to end up

- in small claims court. - Oh, God.

What, are you gonna sue me for what, 275 bucks?

78.

Yes, if I had to.

Well, you're gonna have to.

Fine.

Is it even feasible to get this up by Friday?

Did you install the security patch for the

service pack five upgrade?

I tried, but it leaves a hole in our firewall behind

the link to the DOJ database.

- Ella, Ella! - Yeah.

Hey. Hey.

Oh, oh.

Clive know about this?

Funny.

This is Alex Polatnik.

He's from data services. This is the Chief.

- Hey, Alex. Yeah. - Hey, Chief.

Would you tell him what you just told me?

Okay, uh, basically any interface

- that you're contemplating-- - No, English. English, please.

Okay, what I need to make this work is a space shuttle,

and what I've got here is an Edsel.

Uh-huh.

Okay, Alex, here's the deal.

Uh, we don't have the money for a space shuttle.

Police department.

We have the money for an Edsel.

But I need this to be the most imaginative,

creative, uh, beautiful Edsel

that uh, could possibly be.

In the Battle of Normandy, all right,

our Sherman tanks couldn't get over the hedgerows,

so they put cow catchers on the front of the tanks

and just mowed right through the head-- hold on.

Mannion.

Hey, uh, Chief, is Ella with you?

Yeah, yeah, she is.

What's up, Clive? Everything okay?

Oh, yeah, everything's fine. I just needed to talk with Ella.

All right, hold-- hold on.

- Clive. - Hi, Clive.

What's wrong? Is Ricky okay?

No, no, no, everything's fine.

I've been trying to reach you.

Left you a bunch of messages.

So are we still on for dinner tonight?

D-- you called me on this phone to ask me about that?

Well, are we?

I can't talk to you now, Clive.

Not on this phone.

- I'm sorry. - All right.

Alex, try the Pearl script.

Okay.

Cow catchers, hedgerows, Normandy.

Huh?

How's your brother?

In denial.

He won't believe the Holy Monsignor

is a child molester.

Maybe he isn't.

Priests aren't entitled to innocent until proven guilty?

Oh, that's right, I forgot.

He's one of your people.

He's not one of my people.

I'm just saying I don't think that you should let

your personal issues with organized religion

cloud your sense of justice.

You tell me what's just about an organization

- that protects sexual deviants. - Hold on, hold on.

You really think the catholic church condones

sexual molestation by its priests?

Come on, man.

There's always a small part of the population that's just

a little bent, right?

I mean, it could be cops, it could be teachers,

- it could be anybody. - Right.

Remind me to tell the pope where to send your check.

Now, hold on, hold on. Let me explain something to you.

My religion is a very personal thing.

I talk to God.

I don't need anybody to talk to God for me.

But some people do.

Some people need the institution,

and I think that's a good thing.

I mean, for the most part, that's a good thing.

So I don't care what you believe.

I know what I believe, and that's all that matters.

- Is that all you got to say? - Yeah.

Thank God.

Aha.

See?

You do believe.

It's a figure of speech, Temple.

Don't get all excited, okay?

I ain't excited.

You're gonna hurt yourself there.

Hop along. I'm getting it.

This is not your personal playground, Detective.

Ow.

Got a nice little print off that shell casing of yours.

Unfortunately, when I ran it in NCIC, I got bupkis.

It's a 30 odd 6.

And normally that information alone wouldn't do us much good,

but this is a spectrograph of the metal in the casing.

Aren't those things made out of steel?

Yes, but steel is rarely pure.

It's mixed with alloys, and the alloys vary depending

on what the steel was used for or how old it is.

See the slide marks where the casing was chambered?

The steel has a lot of sulfur in it.

And sulfur makes steel brittle.

They virtually stopped using it 50 years ago.

You're telling me this bullet's 50 years old?

You see how the casing's crimped?

That tells me one thing and one thing only.

The round was fired from a Springfield M 19 standard

issue army sniper rifle, circuit WW II.

Hm. Good work.

- Mrs. Murray. - Yes, Father?

More rolls, please. Right away.

Excuse me.

You're a hard man to get a hold of.

Like to talk to you.

I'm sorry, Chief Mannion, but our priests have

the right to privacy.

I can't give you the name of the plaintiff

in any pending litigation.

All right, I'm gonna give you something.

Monsignor Banning is a child molester.

It's an outrageous accusation, not a fact.

Well, the fact is that after he molested his first victim,

he wasn't reported to the police.

He was transferred and kind of promoted.

He went to another parish, and then guess what?

He does the same thing all over again.

I don't deny there were accusations of misconduct

leveled at Monsignor, but nothing was ever proven.

And we were not about to offer him up to the hyenas.

And I will not now.

Well, sir, nobody is above the law.

You cannot blame the whole church for the acts

of a few disturbed priests.

The church crossed over the line when they decided to protect

these disturbed priests.

You know what it says in Matthew 18?

Well, Matthew 18, verse...

6.

"But whoso shall offend one of these little ones,

which believes in me.

It were better for him that a millstone

were hanged about his neck.

And that he were drowned in the depth of the sea."

It's starting to feel a little heavy, Father.

Chief.

The family's name is Haskell.

Thank you.

It's the anniversary of the day we met.

I told you a week ago, I was making dinner for you.

Reminded you again this afternoon.

Your famous veal marsala.

Ricky thought it was pretty good.

Clive, I am so sorry.

I'm just buried at work.

I'm trying to reprogram CompStat.

Get it up and running by Friday.

And...

That's no excuse, is it?

At least, we have time for dessert.

Hmm.

And not that fake stuff either.

Real, honest to God ice cream.

Jamoca Almond Fudge.

Is there any other kind?

Ricky's been asking to go to the movies at Union Station.

I thought maybe the three of us could go this weekend.

Maybe start at the street fair

on the mall, hit a couple of museums,

lunch at Hoagies.

You haven't done that in a while.

What do you think?

Do you know what this is? It's a witch hunt.

Look, I understand you have to believe him, Patrick.

I know what it would do to your world if you didn't.

But you gotta face facts.

This is the man who got us through

our brother's funeral. Don't forget that.

Well, don't you find it just a little disturbing that

all these priests are suddenly being exposed

as child molesters?

Woah, hold it. Time out.

250 priests have been accused of that crime.

Out of 40, some thousand in the church.

Now, I find it tragic and horrible beyond words,

but that does not change my faith.

Well, it does mine.

The problem is celibacy.

It's not God's will that priests live celibate lives.

That was mandated by the church to protect their assets,

which would go into the priests' heirs

upon their deaths instead of into the Vatican's coffers.

So it was man who banned them from sex, not God.

Man.

My brother Jake died in a hunting accident.

Died because Patrick and I were being stupid.

We were fighting.

We accidentally knocked over the gun and it went off.

Christmas before, Jake had been working on the holiday pageant

at the church.

He told me that Father James groped him one night.

He was terrified, convinced he was gonna go to hell.

Made me promise not to tell anyone.

And when he was laying there

on the ground, bleeding to death,

he made me promise again.

Now he's dead.

There's just two of us who know the truth.

Father James and me.

Well, three if you count God.

Stupid thing.

Hi.

- You Sam? - Dad!

Dad!

I don't believe it. My God.

You came here to accuse us?

No, Mrs. Haskell.

I came here, because you filed a civil suit

against the Monsignor.

How did you know about that?

Those files are supposed to be sealed.

Where were you when Father Debreno was shot?

I was working for my dad.

Mr. Haskell, how about you?

At work.

I'm an electrical contractor.

Six of my guys were on the job with me.

- Mommy, Sam broke my castle. - I did not!

- She's a liar! - Hey, no name calling.

Dad, come on, she's bothering me.

Sheridan, quit bugging your brother.

- I'm not bothering you! - Are too!

- Are not! - Are too!

Okay, hey, that's enough. That's enough.

Stop it. Get in here and play nice.

Come on.

He acts out a lot.

He has a therapist, but--

Why didn't you press criminal charges?

Because we didn't want Sam...

Because we didn't want our son's face plastered

across the nightly news.

Okay.

Yeah.

I'm very sorry what happened to Sam.

And there's nothing anyone can do to undo that.

But if-- if you could help a family, who's going through

what you're going through right now,

would it be worth it to you?

Because I could use your help.

We got a visit from the church.

what you're going through right now,

that if we filed criminal charges, holy community

might be a problem.

We're church-going family, Chief.

We don't want any trouble.

We just want to get past this.

No.

- Here. - Thanks.

Do you, um--

Do you know how many conversations we've had

in the last month?

Three.

Two about the wedding.

And one about floor wax?

You're gone before I get up.

Barely home for dinner anymore.

Weekends are spent doing the things you couldn't

get to during the week.

As soon as I finish this project, I will.

I promise I will.

Oh, come on, that's not what I'm talking about, Ella.

What?

I'm talking about real time, real communication

with your family.

Ricky and I are really getting along.

I even think we're friends.

- But I-- - Good.

But, Ella, I'm not the babysitter.

I'm not even a parent. At least, not yet.

And he needs one.

Honey.

I am doing the best I can.

Let me think about that, hm.

Maybe I'm just not sure that's--

I'm not sure that's good enough.

It's one of my earliest memories.

I put on white gloves

and a hat just like

my grandmother and walked down Hamilton Street

to the Samarian Baptist Church, holding her hand on one side

and my grandfather's on the other.

My grandmother, she was the heart of the church choir,

and he was its soul.

That's what it meant, singing in the choir.

They were hardly more than babies.

They sang together for 56 years.

♪ I feel good, good, good ♪

♪ Down in my soul ♪

♪ When somebody sings God's praises ♪

♪ Makes me feel good, good, good ♪

When I was little, that's what I thought marriage was.

Singing God's praises with the person you love.

Life was a lot simpler then.

Yeah. Chief.

Yeah.

Theresa Haskell's father owns the Samuel P. Sheridan company.

He's a gun dealer specializing in military antiques.

World War II rifles.

All right, get a search warrant.

His place, the gun shop, and the Haskell house.

His place, the gun shop, and the Haskell house.

I came to turn myself in.

What'd you do, Mr. Sheridan?

I shot the priest.

Daddy.

- Daddy, what did you do? - Oh, no, no.

Shh, shh, shh, now, Teresa, I did what I did.

And there's no undoing it.

Now, it-- it-- it's best you go home, sweetheart.

No, daddy, I'm not leaving you here.

No-- Carl. Take her outta here.

You know what's funny, Joe?

I keep underestimating how smart the cops are.

The workforce.

They were able to get fingerprints off the

shell casings at the cemetery.

And the strange thing is, not one of them is yours.

Right here. Take a look.

Now, sweetheart. You better go home now, Joe.

- No. - No. Take her home now.

- Take her home now. - I am not letting him stay.

Why don't you wait for a second, please?

All right? Good.

Would you get that to lab, Joe?

Thanks.

Why don't we wait in my office?

Okay.

Yeah.

It's a match.

Ms. Haskell.

That's your fingerprint on the shell case, right?

My guess is you're after Monsignor Banning.

You shot an innocent man by mistake, right?

Theresa?

Hmm?

Am I right?

I wanted to make him pay for what he did to our son,

what he did to our family, Carl.

I don't want to go to prison, but I'm not sorry.

God forgive me, I'm not sorry.

So you have not only co-opted the US Attorney's lunch break,

but mine as well.

And for what purpose, Chief?

Coerce me into releasing the name of a minor plaintiff

in a case I ruled on 10 years ago.

Your honor, the minor plaintiff is now 24 years old, and uh,

and the man that molested him

as a young boy has done it again.

And my interest is to bring a sexual predator to justice.

Now, in order to do that, I need to talk to him.

In order to do that, I need you to unseal the court documents

and give me his name.

I can't do that.

Yes, you can, sir.

Your honor, you have the power to do that.

It's in your discretion, your honor.

Chief, I don't think you fully

understand what it is

you're asking me to do.

Yes, I do, your honor.

We might be able to obtain justice for a little boy who was

not old enough at the time this decision was made,

to be consulted on the amount of monetary compensation

he was to receive...

for being raped by his priest.

Tim.

Hi. Jack Mannion.

Have a seat.

You know why I asked you to come in, Tim?

My father told me.

It's about what happened when I was a kid.

Mm-hmm.

I'd like you to consider filing criminal complaint charges

against Monsignor Banning.

There's no statute of limitations

on what he did to you.

In other words, we can arrest him.

But I need you to know what that's gonna mean.

You're going to have to testify in court.

It's going to embarrass you.

Your-- your name, your picture is going

to appear in the papers,

the media is going to want to sensationalize this.

People are going to know what happened to you

and I mean the details of what happened to you.

And I want you to be prepared for that.

I've tried so far to be a good person.

I've asked God so many times

why nobody ever asked me

what I wanted to do.

Nobody.

Nobody.

What do you want to do, Tim?

I want to forgive him.

But I can't.

I baptize thee, Martin Joseph

Grapeli.

In the name of the Father and of the Son,

and of the Holy Spirit.

Yes, I'm leaving.

And no, Alex is not done with the interface.

But I am going home to spend time with my loved ones now.

Who's Alex?

He's doing the interface.

Oh, the rest of Ferry.

Hello.

How did you get in here?

Keys to the city.

Right here.

Listen, um, I want to ask you a question.

Have you ever seen a movie with Roz Russell and Cary Grant?

His girlfriend hate the title.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Anyway, Ross Russell and Cary Grant

are trading barbs back and forth.

You know, zingers.

Real slugfest.

Looks like they're going to kill each other, but in the end,

they wind up in Niagara Falls.

Wrong.

They talk about Niagara Falls, but they wind up in Albany

and they're still fighting.

- You've seen it? - Yes.

So you're as lonesome as I am.

Well, anyway.

What in the world? What is that?

That is your vet bill. Paid in full.

$278.

You are the most irritating, exasperating, arrogant man.

And your point is?

You're not leaving here until you roll up all those pennies.

Get going.

Do I, uh, in any way remind you of.

Get going, big guy.

Carry a friend?

Just a little bit.

Hey, Phil

went to see the monsignor.

He admitted everything.

He only had a pretty good act.

Do you remember how it was, Kevin?

After Jake died, dad tried not to blame us.

But you could see it in his eyes every time he looked at us.

I blamed us. I know you did.

Dad was never the same toward me after that.

Monsignor saved my life.

He showed me that God could forgive me.

And he taught me that if God could do it, I could do it.

Where'd you call her?

Home.

You forget to put it on?

No.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

There are no atheists in foxholes, right?

Well, that's where I became one.

In a swamp in Vietnam.

It's hard to believe in God

when your friends are dying around you

and your own government is dropping napalm,

and you're listening to the screams of children...

as they're being burned alive.

I couldn't believe in God.

If God existed, then I'd have to hate him.

And that lasted until the day my son was born.

And he looked at me...

and smiled.

And I knew there was a God.

And his ways are mysterious.

I don't spend a lot of time trying to understand anymore

because I've come

to believe that understanding

is not the goal.

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