All language subtitles for Homicide life on the street S06E13 - Something Sacred (2)

Well, my Jesus is the only man

Tell Him, would you

Jesus on the main line
Tell Him would you...

- We're all set. We got you covered.
- Thanks a lot.

Tell him what you've known

Call Him again, tell Him

Well, he will come again
Tell Him...

Father? Father, are you OK?

Yeah, I'm OK. Yeah. Yes, my son.

What bus you waitin' on?
That was the 23.

Oh, it was?

You OK?
This ain't the best neighbourhood.

I'm fine. Zei gezunt.

- 'Zei gezunt? What is that? '
- Yiddish. "Go with God."

Well, my Jesus is the only man

Tell Him, would you
Call Him...

- Hey, this where you get the 14?
- The 14?

Hey, Father, what time is it?
What time is it?

Glock time! Hands on your head!

Hands on your head! On your knees!
On your knees! On your knees!

Cross your legs!

That's gonna be four Hail Marys
and three Our Fathers, boys.

- That's very convincing.
- What?

- You as a priest.
- You think so, huh?

Oh, yeah. Come on, you fooled me.

Look at you. You're the real thing.

Except for the vow of chastity,
you'd have a future.

You mean celibacy.

Well, you and Dr Cox,
that wasn't chastity.

Julianna and I, it was what it was.

It was?

Yeah, as in the past tense.

Got a right to know
my personal business?

That's what it is to you? It's business?

Yeah.
And yours is past tense, too, Mike.

- Oh, is that right?
- Yeah.

I don't know how they do it.
Wearin' this stuff makes me feel hinky.

What's up with him?

- Ah, he's pissed.
- When ain't he?

I look hotter in black
than he does.

You know, I should count my blessings.

I'm out there, wearing this stuff,

and I'm thinking to myself,
"Hey, we could be decoyed as nuns."

- Gee.
- What happened?

Bus stop.
These two winners thought me a mark.

One in the box,
one in the interview room.

- They use a knife?
- The little one had the.32.

We're looking for a man
that likes to get in close and cut.

- The gun sounds wrong.
- It all sounds wrong!

We've got half the shift around the city
as clerics for the last 24 hours.

- Where has it gotten us?
- Six robbery attempts.

None are connected to the murder of
Father Juneaux or Monsignor Jaeger.

Where are we in the hunt
for Luis Carranza and Pedro Velez?

Sate teletype, NCIC, INS, Customs.

We're over the map,
but still nothing to report.

We have two immigrants, neither
with good English, money or credit.

How far can they run?

That depends. There's $300 missing
from Father Juneaux's rectory.

How much did they get
from the second church?

We're waiting for the archdiocese
inventory of what's missing.

We searched the Guatemalans' room,
their belongings. No money, nothing.

They didn't have
so much as pocket change.

Yeah, but they're on the run and
they got cash in the second robbery,

or maybe they had it hid the whole time.

I should never have released
those two from police custody.

We were working a murder.
That's the priority!

Lieutenant, line three.

Yes. Now?

For God's sake,
I'm drowning in this case!

You brief them!

All right... I'll be up.

Barnfather... Got two people
from City Hall and the archdiocese.

Lieutenant Giardello.
Yes, come in.

I was explaining to these gentlemen
that everything possible is being done.

- Everything possible was not done.
- Lieutenant, now is not the time...

We had two suspects for the murder
of Father Juneaux in custody.

Not suspects. Potential suspects.

We needed time
to determine their status.

You didn't give us that time,
and a second priest is dead.

You're saying you now have
additional evidence

suggesting that Carranza and Velez
are complicit in the killings?

We had sufficient evidence
to hold them as material witnesses.

They were illegal immigrants.
They were risk of flight.

Is this Lieutenant Giardello's subtle
attempt at saying, "I told you so"?

- If you want it, I told you so.
- Lieutenant!

Yet you do acknowledge
you have no sufficient evidence

to charge them with any crime.

- They jumped bail!
- They were guests of the church.

We were responsible for them.

You can't ask us to abandon them
because of your suspicions.

So I'm busy hunting down suspects
for the second time in three days?

- Forget it.
- What can we do right now?

- If Catholic priests are targeted...
- Warn your people. "Exercise caution.

"Avoid situations
where they could be found vulnerable."

Other than that, stay out of my way.

Lieutenant...

- 'You're not Catholic, are you? '
- 'Lutheran, I think.'

You're of the Christian faith,
and yet you'd rob a priest at gunpoint.

- What the hell is that?
- It's nothin' personal.

Besides, he ain't a real priest,
he's a cop.

You didn't know that.

We weren't lookin' to hurt nobody.
We were tryin' to get paid.

- So you'd rob but not shoot a priest.
- That's what I'm sayin'.

Let me ask you something, Tony.
You believe there's a hell?

I'm from O'Donnell Heights.
There's a difference?

- Do we like them for the murders?
- No. His attitude's all wrong.

We need a man
with ice water in his veins.

- Inventory from the archdiocese.
- Anything?

There was a gold chalice
taken from the altar at St Germain's.

- A chalice?
- You know, like a ceremonial cup.

I know what it is.

Call the pawnshop unit,
and put it on NCIC.

If I don't get a hit by the morning,

I want the police to visit every
pawnshop from here to the Vatican.

If we're dealing with a guy
who's doing robbery murders,

then he's gonna keep the cash
and the non-descript jewellery.

But if he's dead broke,
then he grabs whatever he can.

- Pedro and Luis on the run.
- Sounds like it.

Lieutenant,
I want to see you in your office.

Hello, Father Juneaux hot line.

Falsone?

- What?
- Are you Catholic?

I've been baptised before.
That's as far as it went.

Me, I still go to Mass.
Still take communion.

My wife, kids...
It's good for a family. It's good.

That mook in there,
he sees what he thinks is a priest

at a Frederick Road bus stop,

and out comes his.32,
"Yo, Father, give it up."

- So?
- I'm nuts, right?

Someone is robbing and killing priests,
and I'm up to my neck in it.

But, hey, every Sunday,
there's Stu Gharty wanting to believe.

He's down on his knees, his mouth
open, waiting on that little wafer.

This job doesn't have to change that.

What's faith?

Believing without having
any real evidence.

Hey, Falsone.

- You're playing me, right?
- I wouldn't do that.

- Ah, Detectives Ballard and Gharty.
- Yo.

- Who are you here for?
- Monsignor Jaeger.

I thought he belonged
to Pembleton and Stivers.

Oh, well, two priests, both robbed,
both stabbed, it's one big red ball.

Unless, of course, you have discovered
something that can separate the murders.

Nope.
Same type of weapon in both cuttings.

You're looking for a straight-edged
blade, five inches to the hilt,

and from the twist in the wound track,
I'd say your cutter is right-handed.

Anything else?

No, there were no contusions or
defence wounds, as you might expect.

- The Monsignor did not fight.
- This is him?

Hm-mm. Tell Pembleton I'll have
a preliminary report by morning.

- He deserves better.
- Excuse me?

Leaving him out here in this room
with the others, that's not right.

- What's not right?
- A Monsignor's not supposed to be...

Don't you have
some better place to put him?

Freezer's full.

The Church is sending people
to claim the body within the hour.

It isn't right!

What you got there, bunky?
The want ads?

- Meldrick! Where the hell you been?
- Around.

Nobody's so much as seen you.

Lately I ain't really felt much like
bein' seen, you know.

You gotta let people know you're alive.

That's probably not
a real good thing for me to do.

Why not? You're amongst friends?

Yeah, I know,
but I just feel kind of stupid,

after the jackpot I got myself into.

Cold-cockin' Georgia Rae like that.

I mean, don't get me wrong
that felt good, but... it was stupid.

- Hey, she set you up.
- She set a lot of people up.

I need you to do me a favour.

Sure.

I know we ain't been partners
all that long,

but I ain't got nobody
to turn to right now.

Come with it.

I need B and I photos of these three,
rap sheets and warrant checks for me.

What for?

- I mean you got it.
- Thanks a lot.

Whatever you want, you got,
but let me ask you something, Meldrick.

You're doin' police work
and you're suspended from duty.

Anyone finds out,
you're risking your badge.

I am so damn tired of playin' defence
against that bitch.

If she gonna come back at us,
we gonna come back at her the same.

Kellerman's been looking for you.
What should I tell him?

Hey, Munch. You're in early.

I've been up all night, actually,
on the decoy detail.

Oh, yeah? I'm back on that tonight.

- What you got there?
- Proust.

- Proust?
- "Remembrance Of Things Past".

Deep thoughts,
dangerous stuff, Falsone.

You're scaring me, Munch.
You don't talk or think like a cop.

You're out there, man.

Thank you, Paul.
You're way too kind

- Hey, I talked to Lewis.
- Meldrick Lewis?

No, Joe Louis

That reminds me. I got a shipment
of beer coming to the bar.

I gotta meet those guys.

- Morning, Frank.
- Morning.

- Anything from O'Neal's shift?
- Sound and fury, signifying nothing.

If Gee needs me,
I'll be over at the bar, OK?

- OK.
- Thanks, man.

- Did you get any sleep?
- I left about 3:00am.

I get home to hear Olivia waking up
from a nightmare, screaming,

after which Frank Jr
decides he wants to chime in,

after which the alarm rings,
and I get dressed again.

Yeah, I remember that drill.
My kid never slept through the night.

Do me a favour.
Get me coffee, black?

Yeah. You drink decaf?

- Coffee, black, one sugar.
- You got it.

Homicide. Pembleton.

Yeah.

- Hey, hey, hey.
- Hey.

- Where's Gee?
- Don't know. Just got in.

What about Ballard and Gharty?

Weren't they going to St Germain's?

Come on, take a ride with me.
We found Pedro and Luis.

I told him to get a photo of everyone.

Not that I think it matters
in this case, you know.

If it's some wacko
who gets off on killing priests,

then maybe he'll come to the viewing,

but these are just street robberies,
plain and simple.

- Are you OK, Stu?
- Yeah.

Are you sure?

I just... er...

I'm gonna pay my respects here.
I'll be fine.

Yeah. OK.
I'm gonna meet you outside.

- Detective Ballard.
- Sister Dyanne.

I didn't recognise you.

- It's a great loss for the Church.
- For the city.

Both of these men had given so much.

I imagine you've heard nothing
from Velez or Carranza.

- Nothing at all.
- Are you worried about them?

They must be terrified.

They know if you catch them,
they'll be deported.

They're not guilty
of these murders, Detective.

I know that.

- Ballard, Gharty.
- What are you doing here?

Pembleton and Stivers
are on their way to Frederick.

- Frederick?
- Yeah.

- You found Pedro and Luis?
- Excuse me, Sister.

The Guatemalans got picked up
on the interstate.

That pawnshop got the chalice.
Slip came in from Triple Ball.

If you found Pedro and Luis,
I have the right to know.

We'll see you later, Sister.

They were near
the Route 15 interchange.

- I recognised 'em from your teletype.
- How much money did they have?

$34 in change.

We found receipts for food and
a motel room near Baltimore last night.

- How much were the receipts?
- $39 total.

That's more than $70.

How much is a chalice
going for these days?

They were as hungry
as they were scared.

Did you get an interpreter?

One of the dispatchers adopted
a Honduran kid and is good with Spanish.

She's in there with 'em now.

Baltimore is an easy-going town.

You murder one Catholic priest,
you've gotten our attention.

But, hey, you murder two,
we take it personally.

The man who bought this item
is not pictured here.

Describe him.

Anglo, I think. Or not.

- Young. I cannot remember any more.
- He didn't have any ID, right?

He just told you he needed
to sell his chalice and you said fine.

I followed the law to the letter.

How can some kid come in here with
a church chalice, a religious artefact,

and you let him pawn it
without any questions?

The young man told me
the chalice was his own,

and that he wished
to part with it for $80.

The law requires that I obtain
this young man's name and address,

and I have done this for you.

Tell me something. If some 17-year-old,
West Baltimore corner boy

walked in here right now with
a full set of custom-made golf clubs,

would you wonder if he had stolen them

or would you figure he had a change
of heart and took up tennis instead?

If he assures me
the golf clubs were his own...

Hey! Just let me look
at the damn logbook.

OK.

- Who pawned it?
- Whitney Houston.

And guess what?

She's got a place over here
on Fayette Street.

Hey, Kellerman.

Lewis caught up with me.
Says not to worry.

- What? You talked to him?
- This morning, yeah.

Well, this morning where?

I ran into him out front.

- He didn't try to find me?
- It was a quick visit.

- Why the hell's he talking to you?
- I don't know. I'm his partner.

You're his partner? Right.

No, I was his partner.

That son of a bitch doesn't know
the meaning of the word.

That's it, Mikey.
Burn all those bridges.

So much for Whitney Houston.

Bobby Brown could have done
a lot better by the girl.

Have we heard from Pembleton?

Stivers called. They're in with
the Guatemalans taking a statement.

- Is it a statement or confession?
- I don't know.

- Where's Gharty and Ballard?
- Triple Ball pawnbrokers.

Can we link the chalice
to the Guatemalans?

- What do we know about this case?
- We know the chalice was pawned.

- The Guatemalans?
- Can't say.

The broker couldn't ID either of them.

He remembers a young male,
possibly white. Nothing more.

- What about the address on the slip?
- A burned-out derelict.

Caught fire three weeks ago.
Fake name, fake address.

Yeah, Crime Lab,
this is Gharty at Homicide.

Can you send a tech upstairs?
We have an item for fingerprinting.

Not that we'll get a print hit off it.

Not after our pawnbroker polished it
and dropped it into the display window.

Now it's up to Pembleton.

What's going on up in Frederick?

Great.

- Sister Dyanne, you made good time.
- Where are Pedro and Luis?

- Waiting transport to Baltimore.
- Were they advised of their rights?

Everything happened by the book.
They didn't want an attorney.

The archdiocese is still representing
them. Nothing has changed.

Nothing?

They have demonstrated
they are a flight risk.

I imagine we'll no longer contest
any motions

to have them held
as material witnesses.

You have confidence they didn't kill
Father Juneaux or Monsignor Jaeger,

didn't burglarise the church, pawn
the chalice, use the money to flee?

- Did they make a statement?
- Yeah, they did.

- They didn't confess, did they?
- Oh, ye of little faith.

No one in this world
can be sure of anything, can they?

No confession.
They maintain their innocence,

and claim no knowledge
of the second murder whatsoever.

They can't explain how they had more
than $70 in their possession,

nor can they give any reasonable
explanation for fleeing,

having given their word that
they would remain in Baltimore.

They didn't ask for an attorney?

You didn't happen to
give them that money, did you, Sister?

Were they Mirandised
with a translator present?

We gave them every opportunity

to explain how that money came
into their possession.

It's a sin to tell a lie.
Not only is it a sin, it's obstruction.

I know. I am an officer of the court.

I don't know
how they got hold of any money!

I'm sure when they're questioned
further, they will be able to explain.

- So you still believe?
- I'm willing to believe, Detective.

Why does belief so appal you?

Excuse me. My clients are waiting.

Blind faith is the crutch of fools.

- No latent prints on the chalice.
- Naturally.

We can keep Luis and Pedro
on ice for a while,

but, eventually, a judge is gonna want
to honour a habeas corpus.

Then we'll be back where we started.

- Can't we keep talking to them?
- No. Their lawyer shut that down.

The chalice is the key.
Work that pawnbroker hard.

Work all pawnshops
in that part of the city hard.

They might have tried
to hock that cup somewhere else.

1715, Fayette.

Why that address?
Why not 1700 or 1701?

- Why not Pratt or Lombard?
- Who knows?

Guy needs an address for a pawn slip,
he picks one at random.

Did you check the occupancy?

It burned three weeks ago.
It was vacant four years before that.

Maybe our guy saw it burn.

Maybe he remembered the fire,
and that is why he used the address.

Maybe.

Which means that he's probably a local.

Ah... Go around the corner.

- Why?
- Go around the corner.

OK.

- 1517.
- Lamar Donnell Bryce.

- 1517, Baltimore Street.
- Who?

Roc-Roc, the corner boy
we tried to get Father Walcott to ID.

Yeah, the old guy
who locks himself in a fortress.

1715 to 1517.
Fayette Street to Baltimore Street.

It's one block over, two blocks down.

But the pawnbroker says the mook
who sold the chalice was white.

'Maybe you can
mistake white for Hispanic,

'but Roc-Roc isn't even light-skinned.

'Lt doesn't make sense.'

'I know it doesn't, but I like it.'

Roc-Roc!

Roc-Roc, you just threw
your profit margin away.

- And for no good reason.
- We're Homicide, remember?

A few vials here and there.

Stuff like that
we throw back in the pond.

We're looking
for the big fish, the trophy.

What would he look like
stuffed and mounted?

Hmm?

- Hey.
- Hey, guys.

- Hey.
- Speak of the devil.

Have a drink.
We got some catching up to do.

That's all right. I'm not drinking.
I came in to get a sandwich.

I still have some reports
to transcribe on those two priests.

What are you doing here
in the middle of a red ball?

Working nights,
masquerading as priests, you know.

You as a priest?

- Mm-hm.
- Well, actually, I can see that.

You, on the other hand...

Hey, Mike. Come on.

Hey...

- You want to go to the boat?
- OK, you're really drunk.

Well, that's what turned us on, right?
You and me in our cups?

OK, you need to go home.

She's right, Kellerman. Go on home.

- Is he driving?
- Car keys.

If I should fall from grace with God
Where no doctor can relieve me...

Hey, hey, hey, Mike! Mike! Hey, no!

Mike, give us the keys!

- Give me the keys.
- Come on, Mike.

- Hey, hey!
- Come on.

You want to drink, go ahead,
but we can't let you get in this car.

- Get out of here!
- No! Come on.

Come on, give me the keys.

Come on. Come on.

No! Oh, jeez!

There. You satisfied?

Explain something, Lamar.

Why is your address
on a pawnshop slip

for a gold cup that was stolen
from St Germain church?

The church where
that second priest was killed.

Why would something stolen there be
at the brokers with your address on it?

- My address?
- Yeah. 1517, Baltimore.

Nah, man. That ain't right.

You want to see the pawn slip?
You got that slip on you?

- It's on my desk.
- Take our word for it.

- They put you in.
- They wouldn't do...

'They wouldn't do what? '

- He gave himself away.
- Yeah. Nail him.

- Who wouldn't do what? Pedro and Luis?
- Who?

You worthless piece of garbage!
These are priests I'm talking about!

I promise I will be on you till morning,

if you sit there and lie
about murdered priests!

Stu!

You think I ain't never been beat down
by police? Bring it on, old man!

Don't you call me...

Stu! Stu!

Beat me down some more,
but I ain't talkin'!

I ain't got nothin' to say
about nothin'!

You son of a bitch!

Come on.

You, out! You...

Sit down! Shut up!

- You son of a bitch!
- Out! Out!

You messed up.

We told you your address
was on that pawnshop slip,

and you said
they wouldn't do that to you.

So who is "they"?

I don't know nothin' about no address.
I don't know nothin' about no priest.

I never sold nothin' to no hock store,
and I ain't never killed no one.

'Well, if you didn't,
then the guys who put you in did.

'They didn't have to use your address.
They did that to put the murders on you.'

Where I come from,
nobody puts nobody in.

- We got a code. We carry it like that.
- You're a gangster?

Why they call you Roc-Roc?

You give yourself that name?
Roc-Roc... hard, cold.

You believe that make-believe G-thing?

What do you think God will do to those
who cut down two of his crew?

What will God do to someone who
knew about the deed and then lied?

"Thou shall not kill. Thou shall not lie."

He got his code, I got mine.

Who are you protecting?

Someone who can stab
a priest 13 times

in the neck, the chest
and the shoulders?

Who is that person?

This is someone Father Juneaux took in.

Someone who probably
asked him for a meal.

That's cold work
to ask a good man for a meal.

Then while he's preparing the food,
butcher him for a few dollars.

- I didn't kill that man.
- Ah, but you know who did.

What is the right thing here, Lamar?
What would God want you to do?

Why don't you ask him?
You know so damn much about God.

Why don't you go ask him
who killed them people, huh?

I'm down McKenry and Gilmor.
I'm hustlin'. I'm gettin' it done.

The end of the day, I ain't got no cash,

no one, not you, not no priest,
not no God's gonna step up for me.

I'd like to see his heavenly ass
down on the west side

takin' his chances
with the rest o' us niggers.

Tell God to watch out for his own crew.

My boys are my boys,
and I don't give no one up.

Kid's hanging tough.

- What are you holding him on?
- Possession with intent.

Cocaine vials. The kid tossed 'em
down the storm drain.

First offence?

No, he's had a few juvenile arrests.
Nothing as an adult.

In this city that's virginal.

- Best I can do is three years.
- That's not good enough.

No judge will give
a 17-year-old more than that

for a first-time charge as an adult.

Yeah, yeah.

Son, this is three years in.
Not Hickey school, not Boys' Village.

This time you ride the DOC bus
to the Jessup Annex.

Three years for some caps?
Y'all runnin' wild.

Dead priests make everyone hard.

You want the years?

Or you want to see
what's behind door number two?

I can do the three.

- OK, that's four hours.
- And he hasn't even budged.

We're on the wrong page with that kid.

We've been in there arguing
that life is so sacred and precious.

Uh-huh, and everything in his world
makes us out to be liars.

Doc, do me a favour.
What you got waitin' in the freezer?

Come on, baby. Come on! Come on!

Wow! Look at 'em, Lamar!

You're right!
You've been right all along!

No God, no heaven!
Nothin' like that, huh?

When you're dead, you're dead!
That's all there is, huh?

And if there was anything
more to it, huh,

they wouldn't look so empty,
would they, huh?

Lookin' for somebody you know, huh?
Somebody you know?

Somebody we recognise?
Somebody we know?

Kiss my ass!

Kiss your ass? Kiss your ass?

Open the door!
Hey, open the door!

Open the door! Let me out of here!

Open this door and let me out of here!
Open the door!

Let me out of here!

Hey! Open the door! Let me out of here!

Let me out! Let me out! Open...

Put your hands on top of your head.

You a knocker, man?

If you're a cop,
mind telling me what it is I did?

- You pissed me off.
- You go to hell!

Much as you smell like whiskey,
comin' into this neighbourhood.

What are you gonna do, Detective?

Shoot me?

- What the hell's going on here?
- Kellerman, Homicide.

Homicide? You're out here alone?

- Where's your car?
- No car.

You OK, pal?

- What happened?
- You want the collar?

- What did the guy do?
- Take the collar.

What are you gonna do to me?

Get out of the car, Lamar.

Let's take a walk.

Maybe everything in this world
has be taken as absolute reckoning.

We love, we hate,

we save... we kill.

What we do is all there is.

It's not divine...

...but it's everything.

And it counts for more because of that.

Are you with me on this, Lamar?

You're 17 years old,
and you sell drugs in West Baltimore.

You might be dead or locked up
six months from now.

We're not telling you anything
you haven't already told yourself.

Live the life, leave the life.

You're gonna die, Lamar.

Death ain't gonna find Roc-Roc
layin' there

with white hair and wrinkles
in his own bed.

He's gonna die young and hard,
just like the guys in the freezer.

So the only question left
to worry about is this,

while you were alive...

...while you were livin'
and breathin' and takin' up space...

...who were you?

Why don't you take a walk, Lamar?
Go on.

Look around.

Don't do this.

Take a walk, Lamar.

- Is this the ocean?
- That's the bay. Ocean's bigger.

Come on, man!

In the car now. Now! Now!

'Two men have been
identified as suspects

'in the murders of Father Juneaux
and Monsignor Jaeger.'

I told you.
Me and Pedro, we're innocent.

He says that Father Juneaux was family.
We would not hurt him.

Terri, we have lmmigration here.

- Sister Attwood, we meet again.
- I must not be living right.

I'm with the lmmigration and
Naturalisation Service. Stand up.

- Where are you taking 'em?
- Howard County Detention.

- Hands behind your back.
- That's not necessary!

- They took off once.
- What will happen to them?

What happens to any illegal
when they get caught?

They'll go before a judge.
They'll get a hearing.

Maybe you guys will find a judge
that will let you stay.

Don't make book on that, pal.

They aren't guilty of anything
except wanting a better life!

It's three weeks before we put 'em
on a plane back to Guatemala.

By that time I will introduce 'em
to a Maryland crabcake.

Hey, you got 'em. Good man.

- What are you up to?
- What? Nothin'.

You got me looking up these three guys.

They're all players
in the Mahoney organisation.

What's up with that?

I don't know
what you're talkin' about, Falsone.

- Where's he at?
- I don't know.

- Where did he go?
- I said I don't know.

- He saw me. Is that why he left?
- He just left.

I knew just well

Get ready for you got to die...

You worried about bein' seen?

- I gotta worry. I've been snitchin'.
- You did the right thing.

I don't care about Stink.
He the one who liked to use the knife.

'But Tyrell's my cousin,
and him and me's tight.'

So, Lamar, tell me something.

The priest who said the three boys
asked to use the phone,

the one who said he heard your name...

Yeah, that was us.

When I seen that man's face
when he cracked the door,

I knew I didn't wanna go through with it.

So I let Stink and Tyrell be after that.

I really liked seeing the ocean.

- You mean the bay?
- Yeah.

In the third grade, me and my brother
would set up a box,

grab a sheet and set up an altar.

- Playing priests, huh?
- Yeah.

We didn't know the Latin.

So we'd blabber something.
We'd always end it with "Jesu Christi".

Sounded right, you know.

Boy, there was something to that Latin.

I mean, maybe believing in God
is supposed to be mysterious.

God shouldn't be regular, everyday,
what we speak, you know.

The mystery made it special to me.

That God was coming through to us

on a different signal.

Hmm.
You would have made a good priest.

- No.
- Yes, you would have.

I'm where I'm supposed to be.

And that makes me wonder every day.

Detectives!

Hey, Father Klaske.
This ain't your parish.

I was transferred here
after the Monsignor's death.

Oh, we called ahead.
Some woman answered the phone.

I told her we'd be returning
Monsignor Jaeger's chalice.

Thank you, Detective.

We found the guys who did the murder.

We have 'em in custody.
They're going away for a long time.

And the Guatemalans,
they're going to be deported.

How could I have thought they did it?

Well, you had your doubts. We all did.
That's no sin, is it?

The words
on Father Juneaux's blackboard,

"Enseanos a vivir de vera.
Dios de amor.

"Perdona. Perdona."

"Teach us how truly to live,
God of Love.

"Forgive. Forgive."