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Senator McMillan, did your
committee hold hearings

about Mr. Brill's
racketeering activities?

- Your Honor...
- Pardon me, uh, heh.

His alleged
racketeering activities.

Yes, sir.

He's still being investigated
by my committee.

Did you subpoena witnesses

to testify before
your committee?

McMlLLAN: Yes, sir.

And may I say I've never seen so
many unanswered subpoenas in my life.

Key witnesses
were so intimidated

that they went into hiding rather
than tell us what they knew about Brill.

- Your Honor, I must object.
- Sustained.

Senator, I'm gonna ask
you to confine yourself

to answering the district attorney's
questions with a simple yes or no.

Whenever possible.

Proceed, Mr. Robeson.

Did Martin Brill himself
appear before your committee?

McMlLLAN: Yes.

Was he a responsive witness?

Heh, he certainly was not.

He took the Fifth Amendment
more than 30 times.

You're out of order, senator.

You know that any statement
about the defendant's exercise

of his Constitutional
rights is inadmissible.

And so do you, Mr. Robeson.

Your Honor, I merely
asked the question.

I can't control the
senator's answer.

But I submit that Mr. Brill's
refusal to cooperate

with an investigating committee
of the United States Congress

is relevant to
these proceedings.

You're out of
order, Mr. Robeson.

Strike the witness's
last answer.

Now, can we move on?

I have no further
questions to ask the senator.

Does the defense
wish to cross-examine?

We have no
questions, Your Honor.

You're excused,
Senator McMillan.

Call your next witness.

Your Honor, at this time we had
hoped to call Mr. John Delano,

who has crucial evidence
to present in our case.

But, uh, we've been
unable to locate him.

You don't know where he is?
- No, Your Honor.

The police have listed
Mr. Delano as a missing person

and are out looking for him.

Do you have anyone else to call?

No, Your Honor.

Your Honor, if this is the sum
total of the prosecution's evidence,

I respectfully
move for dismissal

on grounds that no case has
been made against my client.

Your Honor, we have our case.

But we request a continuance
until Mr. Delano can be located.

The state had ample time to prepare.
If they haven't found this witness so far,

what makes them
think he'll appear now?

I'll take both of your
motions under advisement.

This court is in recess
until Monday morning, 9:00.

At that time, I'll
issue my rulings.

Court is adjourned.

- Senator.
- Mr. Berman.

What did you think
of my testimony?

Terrific, senator,
you were spellbinding.

Heh, heh. If you say so.

Oh, Brice, this is my media
consultant, Harold Berman.

Your media consultant?

- He's my media consultant.
- Well, the more the merrier.

Gentlemen, reporters are
waiting for you outside in the hall.

Why don't you give
them a couple of quotes?

You'll be headlining the 6:00
news tonight, I guarantee it.

Aren't you coming out with us?

Well, I wouldn't miss it for the
world, but I have to wait for the judge.

Uh, he's also a client of mine.

Both you gentlemen knock them
dead. Be with you in a minute.

Great proceedings, judge.
You were very judicial.

Thank you, Mr. Berman.

Did you see this morning's paper?
It mentioned your name four times.

- How very nice.
- Yeah, well, it's gonna get better.

This ruling thing of
yours is great drama.

Now, the media are waiting
for you outside in the hall...

You know I can't talk to reporters
about a case that's in progress.

Your Honor, they're
hungry. They want you.

Give them a little something.

Mr. Berman, I'm the
presiding judge in this trial.

Yes, and you're also
up for reelection, judge.

I think that's why you
hired me in the first place.

Now, in my
professional opinion...

It's out of the question.
Forget it, Berman.

The people of this state
are going to make sure

that Martin Brill winds
up where he belongs:

Behind bars.

I'm certain the judge will
grant us a continuance.

Judge, how are you going to
rule on the motion to dismiss?

I can't comment on a case in
progress, I'm sorry. Excuse me.

Mr. Brill, I don't think coming
here is a very good idea.

Tell your client to meet
me in the park, 20 minutes.

- Yeah, but, uh, Mr. Brill...
- Driver.

Uh, Mr. Brill?

There you go, Marie.

Hey, Frank.

Hey, Steve. What
was the final score?

- Six to five.
- Well, you were pretty close, huh?

Winning is not the important
thing. It's how you played the game.

No, we won, Frank!

- We won?
- Yes.

- We finally beat Westside Lutheran?
- Yeah.

Ha, ha, ha. Way to go!

That means Reverend Kramer's
got to take me out to dinner this year.

- Would you take a picture of us?
- Oh, sure.

Come on, you guys,
let's get a picture!

All right, come on.
Everybody get close together.

Oh, that's good. All right.

- Now say "cheese."
- One, two, three.

Cheese!

Can we take another
picture? Come on.

Great, you guys.

There's hot dogs over
there. Go get some.

We'd better get
the first-aid kit.

Father Prestwick dropped
his hot dog into the fire

and getting it out,
he burned his hand.

Tell him to put some ice on it.

He did, but now he's got it stuck
to the dry ice in the soda cooler.

- Oh.
- Come on.

Who's there?

What are you doing?

There's nothing missing?

I must have interrupted him
before he could take anything.

Frances, that is some outfit.

You look like Kermit the Frog.

Oh, you think so?

You and your wife gave
me this for Christmas.

My Katie picked
that out for you?

Yeah, she said the color
brought out the Irish in me.

Had you for a minute, didn't I?

Lieutenant?

Kitchen door has a broken
latch. I can't tell if it was forced.

All right, fine, Smitty,
I'll clean it up from here.

I keep forgetting
to fix that door.

All right, Frank, what
did this burglar look like?

I didn't really get
a good look at him.

Marie, did you see this guy?

I sleep on the third
floor. I didn't see anything.

- Sorry, Father.
- Mm-hm.

Look, Frank, you want to play gin
rummy, come down to the station.

But, please, don't drag me out
here in the middle of the night.

You think I made this up?

What I think is you're
a cranky, old bachelor

who should be reading his prayer
book instead of detective novels.

And you should have stayed in
retirement. Why did you come back?

I sobered up, Frank.

Oh, thank God.

Hey, come on. What chance did
I have? With you praying for me,

Katie going to the Al-Anon
meetings all the time,

I straightened myself out, and
I'm back on the force to stay.

Oh, I'm proud of you, Bob.

It ain't easy, kid.

Now, come on, tell me the truth.
Where did you get that outfit?

My aunt Minnie.

Poor old soul,
she's color-blind.

Katie says to tell you
dinner Saturday night.

I don't know, they must've
been looking for something.

They didn't take the TV,
they didn't take the silver.

I don't get it.

Aha.

- "Aha," what?
- My camera.

When I went to bed last night,
it was on that side of the desk.

Now it's on this
side of the desk.

Frank, why would anyone
break into the rectory

to move a camera from one
side of the desk to the other?

Aha.

Are you having trouble
starting your confession?

This is not a
confession, Father.

I'm here to warn you.

Someone wants you dead.

Who?

Why? Is this some
kind of a joke?

It's no joke.

I'm the hitter who's
been hired to kill you.

- Who hired you?
- I don't know that.

People who hire
hitters are very sensitive.

They don't want to be seen or
heard, or get their hands dirty.

I was contacted in Detroit
through a third party.

Half an hour ago, someone
left your dossier at my door.

Why are you telling me this?

I didn't know until this morning
that the target was a priest.

I'm Catholic myself, Father.

And I'm personally outraged that
anyone would contract such a hit.

What can I do?

Get some protection
and get it fast.

I'm supposed to
do the job today.

When the contractor
calls and I've checked out,

he'll just hire somebody else.

But you must have
some idea who hired you.

- Frank?
- Oh!

I'm sorry.

You look terrible. Are you okay?

Not exactly, Steve.

Somebody wants to kill me.

What do you mean you're not
gonna do anything to find him?

If it makes you feel better, I will station
a uniform here in front of the rectory

and I'll have a
patrol car drive by.

No, I don't want that.

Frank, I don't know what else I
can do. I've got nothing to go on.

You tell me some guy
comes into the confessional,

tells you that somebody wants
you dead, and leaves you this.

There's nothing in here but a
picture of you with your address.

That's both very easy to obtain.

It leads me nowhere. Here.

Robert, the man said
that he was the hitter.

Oh, come on. If he were a
professional hit man, he would've hit you.

It's as simple as that.

But wait a minute. Let
me ask you something.

Who in God's name would
want to kill you? And why?

I can't think of
anyone or any reason.

Lieutenant, somebody
hired a hitter to kill Frank.

When they find out that he didn't do it,
they're just gonna hire somebody else.

Why don't you let me
put a uniform here?

Never mind, forget it.

Coming to mass Sunday?

I'll try.

You coming to
dinner Saturday night?

I'll try.

Lieutenant Foster's some friend.

- Talk about pig-headed.
- No, Steve, he's a good cop.

He just needs more evidence.

You know, I've been thinking:

There's got to be a connection
between the clumsy burglar last night

and the reluctant
hit man this morning.

You think it's the same guy?

Ah, maybe, maybe not.

All I know for certain is we've got to find
a hotel with a freshly painted corridor.

What does that mean?

The hitter said he
was from Detroit

and that this envelope
was left outside of his door.

- So he's staying in a hotel.
- Mm-hm.

A freshly painted hotel.

You haven't painted since the
Democratic Convention in '68.

No, I am not interested in any
historical graffiti. Thank you. Bye-bye.

Frank, it's more
than I can bear.

God knows I have tried
and I thought I succeeded,

but it's ashes, all ashes.

Phil, did something burn down?

No.

That's a metaphor, you know:

Failure leaves the taste
of ashes in your mouth.

- Who did you fail, Phil?
- The bishop.

Just this morning, he calls
me on the carpet to tell me

that the diocese isn't getting
enough press. As though I'm not trying.

Last month, His Excellency
visited a soup kitchen.

I had the press all lined
up, and what happens?

A hostage situation at
the Greater Chicago Bank.

Why do these things
happen to me, Frank?

Philip, do you ever think of anything
else besides your own career?

Oh, that's easy for you to say. You
have the comfort of your own parish.

I'm out there on the edge.

Excuse me. Frank, the
Premiere Hotel is renovating.

- Oh, excellent.
- Frank, why is that good news?

It's a long story, Phil.

We'll check it out, huh?
Oh, Marie is in the kitchen.

Baking.

Which of your floors is
most recently painted?

They're still working on the 17th
floor. Why do you need to know, Father?

Somebody left this in our church
and we just wanted to return it to them.

Yeah, the guy we're
looking for is from Detroit.

Did anybody from
Detroit check out lately?

Uh, Mr. Brown from Detroit
checked out about an hour ago.

- Is that room available?
- Yes, sir.

Steve, I can't let you do this.

We don't know who was
supposed to contact the hit man.

Relax, Frank. If he was that
dangerous, he would've hit you himself.

Yeah?

Uh, is this room 1737?

Yeah.

You looking for a
tourist from Detroit?

Maybe. You know where he is?

You're talking to her.

- You're the...
- Cleaning lady.

You got a mess, I clean it up.

Okay.

Uh, look, you're
making me nervous.

You had a number to call
when your job was finished,

but there's no message
on the answering machine.

Is it over?

Not yet. We have to talk.

Talk? Together?
In the same room?

Well, that's the idea, yeah.

Uh, I'd rather not.

Well, that's just too bad. Either
we talk or you get somebody else.

I got other jobs
to do, you know.

But it's too late for me
to get somebody else.

Uh, all right.

All right. O'Grady's Pub, 4:00.

I'll be there.

Admit it, Frank, I sounded
just like Humphrey Bogart.

Oh, Steve.

You the guy who's
looking for a cleaning lady?

Heh, you're just a kid.

I eat right, I exercise,
don't worry about nothing.

So here or what?

Here? In the light?

Someone might see us.

You know, you're a wreck.
You should quit drinking.

I did, two years ago.

What's the holdup?

You never said your
friend was a priest.

What are you,
religious or something?

Superstitious.

Besides, you pop a priest,

you got cops and press all
over the place, you know?

Risk is going to cost you extra.

How much?

Double.

Come on, that's robbery.

- I'm out of here.
- Uh...

All right, I'm sorry.

Okay, look, I'll talk to my client
and I'll tell him what you want.

Yeah, you do that. You
do that. I'll be at the hotel.

You call me after
you talk to your client.

Stella.

Stella.

Uh, yes, Mr. Berman?

Aspirin, Stella. I have a
headache so bad I can't even see.

We're all out, Mr. Berman.

Then shoot me.

If that's what you
want, Mr. Berman.

But first let me go to the drug store
and see if I can get some aspirin.

Wonderful.

Stella!

Ste...

Nuts.

Howard Berman is
a media consultant,

and he's got three
very important clients.

He's got Senator McMillan,

he's got Judge John Allsburg,

and he's got District
Attorney Brice Robeson.

And they're all
up for re-election.

So you think one of these guys paid
Berman to hire a hit man to kill you?

Well, I certainly
wouldn't rule it out.

I don't get it, though. Why would any
of these guys want to see you dead?

I don't know.

But there's one way to find out.

All right. Ahem.
I'm sorry, I'll, uh...

That's Martin
Brill, the mobster.

I expected Berman to be
meeting one of his clients.

Maybe Brill is one
of Berman's clients.

Maybe we'd better find out.

Oh, you don't mean it.

Steve. I can't go through...

Oh, they must have some big dog.

- Oh, they do have some big dog.
- Steve.

- He loves you, Frank.
- Ugh.

Herman, I got
nothing to do with this.

Howard. Howard, Mr. Brill.

Howard, Herman. Listen:

you owe me 200 grand.

You want out of
this? You pay up.

You know I can't
do that, Mr. Brill.

All I know is I'm on trial and I
could go away for the rest of my life.

You got a problem,
talk to your client.

I did, and he told me to see you.
The hitter you sent us wants double.

Heh, heh, double?
For what, a priest?

Ah, it's a religious thing.

Yeah, right.

Shh.

What's with that dog, anyway?

Herman, go see what
he's up to, will you?

- Uh, dogs don't really like me.
- Oh, grow up. It's just a puppy.

Come here. I'll teach you something
about dogs. Come on. Don't be afraid.

Come here, puppy!

There's my dog. Come on, boy.

Go get it. Ha, ha, ha.

I knew I should have got a cat.

This mutt is eating me
out of house and home.

Uh... Ahem.

About the money
for the hitter, Mr. Brill.

Priest or no
priest, a hit's a hit.

The market price is 10 grand.
Your hitter don't want the job,

we simply get someone else.

Lot of hungry boys out there.

If you don't take care of this priest,
I'm going to feed you to the dog.

Pfft. Just joking, Herman.

You need anything
before I go, Father?

No, thank you, Marie.

You wish your sister a happy
birthday for me. I'll be just fine.

Aren't you going to
finish that, Father?

Just thinking, Marie.
Trying to solve a puzzle.

What do a judge, a district
attorney, and a U.S. senator

have to do with a
man like Martin Brill?

Nothing, I hope.
Martin Brill's a crook.

Good point, Marie.

- Enjoy your sister's birthday.
- Heh.

Oh, I forgot. I picked up the
pictures from the church picnic.

Thank you, Marie.

- Good night.
- Night.

Senator, any comment
on today's hearing?

McMlLLAN: I am very pleased to
be able to coordinate the activities

of the Senate Committee
on Organized Crime

with the efforts of
local law enforcement.

And I have every
confidence that we'll prevail.

Brice?

The people of this state are
going to make sure that Martin Brill

winds up exactly
where he belongs.

- Behind bars.
- Marie?

I'm certain the judge will
grant us a continuance

and we are going to win.

Steve?

When he was asked if he
would try to reindict Martin Brill

in the event Judge Allsburg
dismissed the city's case,

District Attorney Robeson
refused to speculate

until a decision is
handed down on Monday.

In other news tonight,
the Bears, hot off a big...

Don't even breathe.

Steve, thank heavens.

- You all right, Frank?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- What were you doing with that thing?
- Oh, something I saw in a movie.

Hey, I told you not to move.

What are you going to
do, Sister? Shoot me?

Murder's a mortal sin.

I'll catch you later, Father.

Steve.

Let it go.

That's enough.

I'm going to call Lieutenant Foster.
This time he's got to believe me.

Okay, I believe you.

- Finally.
- Thanks, Bob.

Hey, don't thank me yet, Frank.

All I said was I do believe
somebody's trying to kill you.

Or at least trying to get you to think
that somebody's trying to kill you.

Either way, until I get
something to go on,

I'm putting a cop car
out in front of this rectory

and two guys to watch
you 24 hours a day.

No, I will not have St. Michael's
turned into an armed camp.

Frank, you're tying my hands.

What are you talking about?

Howard Berman and Martin Brill hired
a hit man for one of Berman's clients.

Senator McMillan, Judge Allsburg
or District Attorney Robeson.

Frank, you hear
what you're saying?

You are accusing three of the
most powerful and respected men

in Chicago politics of
hiring a professional hit man

to kill a parish priest.

Not all three of them,
just one of them.

Bob, will you listen to me?

All three of those men are
involved in the Brill case.

Now, it's obvious that Brill
has bought off one of them.

Fine.

- Which one?
- We don't know!

Sister, listen to me.
You have no suspect.

You have no evidence.
You have no motive.

Now, until I've got something
more solid to stand on,

there is nothing I can do.

Frank, I'm offering
you police protection.

Thanks for the thought.

You're a stubborn man.
And whether you like it or not,

I am putting a patrol
car in front of this rectory.

I wish we knew why Brill
wanted to kill you, Frank.

Those photos.

What photos?

The ones we took at the picnic.
Marie had them developed.

But there are no
pictures in here.

These are blank.
They've been exposed.

It had to be the night
the burglar broke in.

I told you that my
camera had been moved

- from one end of the desk to the other.
- Yeah.

Well, I must have taken
a picture of something

that someone didn't
want me to see.

And that's why I'm a target.

- But I took all the pictures that day.
- No, no, no.

Don't you remember? I took one
of you and the kids after the game.

And there were two
men standing behind you.

I didn't get a good look at
them, but they wouldn't know that.

One of them must've been Brill.

Yeah. The other was one of
Howard Berman's three clients.

The one bought off by Brill.

With this film exposed like this,
we're never going to know who it was.

Brill thinks I know.

And they're not going
to stop trying to kill you

until you're out
of the picture too.

That's it.

Hm?

Hey, Berman, it's
your cleaning lady.

How did you find me?

Never mind how I found you.

Look, somebody just
took a pop at my target.

You trying to cross me or what?

Cross you? No.

No, I would never cross you.

Don't lie to me. You
hired somebody else.

No, no, no.

Well, yes.

I was there first and
you owe me 10 grand.

What? You're taking the job?
But I thought you said that...

You got any appointments
this morning, cancel them.

What? Why?

Ten o'clock sharp, look
out your office window.

I'm going to be there with Dowling.
One of us won't be walking away.

Steve.

Frank,

these guys want you dead so bad,
maybe it's time somebody killed you.

She's doing it, you're doing it.

Look, I don't care who
does it, who kills that priest,

as long as he's dead.

Oh, Father, Sister
Stephanie just called.

She said to tell you that she
got the goods from her uncle Jack.

And she said
she'd be right over.

Frank! I'm a genius.

- Hello, Marie.
- Hi.

Can we talk about it later?

The mayor is going to present
the bishop with a commendation

for the church's work
with underprivileged youth.

The entire press corps
is going to be there.

You have no idea how
difficult it was to arrange.

- Congratulations.
- Thanks, Frank. I need your advice.

Do I wear my best suit,
as befits the occasion,

or do I wear my second-best suit, as
befits a humble but rising young priest?

Father, you don't have to worry.

With the mayor and the
bishop in the same picture,

nobody's going to notice you.

Hi, Frank. Everything's set.

- Sister, why are you dressed like that?
- Believe me, you don't want to know.

- Let's go, Steve.
- You're not going to the conference?

I can't, Phil.

Marie,

- why is she dressed like that?
- Oh.

It's done. He's dead.

Yes, I'm sure. I saw
it with my own eyes.

I hope I never see
anything like that again.

What?

You want to see
Brill? Now? Today?

Sir, I really don't think
that's a good idea.

With the trial coming
up this afternoon...

All right, sir,
whatever you want.

Yeah, but don't come in the
front. There's a back driveway.

Yeah, you don't want
anyone to see you.

Right, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. I'll meet you there.

I got to find
another line of work.

No, no, no. I'm all
right. I haven't been shot.

I have to lie here
a little longer.

Oh, Bob, thank
heavens you're here.

You've got a lot of
explaining to do, Frances.

What? No. I was
just... You don't...

Oh.

Help you, lady?

Yeah.

Somebody here owes me money.

Oh, they do?

Let's go.

Here we go. And we are... Okay.

Hey, how you doing?

Mr. Berman, you took off in such a
hurry, you never paid me for the hit.

It was 10,000 bucks. Now, I don't
know if you got that kind of cash,

but if you don't, you can
just write me a check...

Wait a minute!

Herman, who is this?

This is the first hitter. The one from
Detroit, the one you recommended.

I've never seen this
chick before in my life.

I did.

I met her last
night. She's a nun.

A nun?

Oh, I'm shocked, Sister.

Didn't I tell you?
Murder's a mortal sin.

You ought to know.

Aah! Oh, my God! I'm shot!

Blanks.

Cute.

I don't use them myself.

Go around front. If there's a priest
there, bring him here right now.

Herman, this is
not a good thing.

Client's going to
be here any minute.

First a priest, and now
I got to waste a nun?

You are in serious trouble.

Mr. Brill, the priest is out front.
He's got a couple of cops with him.

Okay, uh...

Oh, God.

Ah, Mr. Brill? BRILL: Yeah.

Lieutenant Foster,
Chicago Police Department.

This is my friend Father Dowling.
He thinks you're trying to kill him.

- Heh, heh.
- I don't think. I know.

Where's Sister Stephanie?

Sister who? FOSTER: Please,

could we talk about this inside?

This is a very bad time. You
see, I'm expecting some company.

Anybody we'd know?

Please, come in.

You owe me for this one, Frank.

That's the man who
tried to kill me last night.

Mr. Kelly is a business
associate of mine from Pittsburgh.

Where were you
last night, Mr. Kelly?

Right here.

- Bob, he's a hit man.
- Really, Father?

A man with my legal problems?

Would I be caught dead
consorting with a mobster?

You wanted me dead
because you thought I saw you

talking with someone
you shouldn't have.

Someone connected with
that indictment against you.

Who?

Allsburg, the judge
trying your case.

Or Senator McMillan, head of
the Senate Crime Committee.

Or maybe the district
attorney, Brice Robeson.

You have got one of those
three men in your pocket.

Lieutenant,

our friend here seems to be
suffering from a persecution complex.

Maybe you should get
him some medical help?

Frank, let's get out of here.

I'm not leaving until
we find Sister Stephanie.

Frank, she's probably back at
the rectory worrying about you.

Steve followed Berman here.

Berman came here to
tell Brill I'd been killed.

Frank, where is Steve? Where is
Berman? For Pete's sake, let it go.

- Steve?
- Frank.

Steve?

Frank, what are you doing?

Sorry, I thought maybe the...

- Wait.
- Bob.

Hold it. Back right up, pal.

Just back up.

Steve.

Steve.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Thanks, dog.

He did it. Judge Allsburg.

He made a deal with Brill. Ahem,
they hired the hitter to kill you.

Father Dowling, is it true
Judge Allsburg made a deal

with Martin Brill and tried
to have you murdered?

Judge Allsburg is in custody right
now on federal racketeering charges.

You'll get a full statement from
the attorney general's office.

But I want to say that none of
this could have been possible

- without Father Frank Dowling.
- Oh.

Well, I would've given
you all the credit, Steve,

but I never had a
chance to say anything.

Frank, I'm just glad you're
not a target anymore.

This is a disaster.

What's wrong, Phil?

That's what's wrong.

While Father Dowling
of St. Michael's Parish

was center stage with
his sensational revelations,

at city hall, the bishop was receiving
a commendation from the mayor.

Unfortunately, we have
no film to show you.

Next up, sports and weather.

They have no film to show because
all of the press was following you.

And when the bishop realizes

that I allowed him to be
upstaged by one of his priests,

he is going to send
me back to the Yukon.

Come on, Phil. The bishop
isn't going to blame you for this.

Relax. Stay for dinner.

Yeah, meat loaf.
Mashed potatoes. Biscuits.

And for dessert, baked Alaska.