All language subtitles for The Streets of San Francisco s02e03 For the Love of God.eng

- Monsignor.
- Yes?

Monsignor McGowan?

Yeah, that's me.
What can I do for you?

I'd like you to hear my confession.

Well, the regular times for confession
are Saturday afternoons and evenings

or daily before the 6:00 Mass.

No, I can't wait.

Look, it's something terrible, Father.

Something that's eating me alive
inside.

All right, son.

Take that confessional.
I'll be right with you.

May Almighty God
have mercy on you.

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

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been two weeks
since my last confession.

Well, go on, son.

I've broken the Fifth Commandment,
Father.

- You've killed?
- Yes, Father.

Twice.

- Killed two people?
- No.

Not people.

Voices of evil.

Men who hide behind God's robes

while a true man of God
lives in disgrace and shame.

- What are you talking about?
- You.

I'm talking about you.

And all those pretenders like you.

- Where's the lieutenant?
- He's on his way.

Number three, huh?

Yeah, number three.

Same way?

Caught both barrels point blank.

Body was found by the priest
over there. Father Romero.

What was his name?

McGowan. Monsignor McGowan.

Can we get the report by tonight?

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

Father, my name is Inspector Keller.

What is it, inspector?
What's happening?

First, a priest. Then, a minister.

Now, another priest.
What's happening?

I don't know, Father, I wish I knew.
I just wish I knew.

Now, maybe you can help us
with what you know.

I don't know anything.

Except three members of the clergy
have been murdered.

Savagely. Brutally.

Where were you when the shooting
took place?

- In the rectory.
- What time was that?

It was approximately 1:00.
No more than ten after.

Tom.

He told me once he kept prayers
for other priests short.

If you were a good man, you wouldn't
need them and if you weren't,

all the prayers in the world
wouldn't help.

He was one of the best.

- I didn't know, Mike, I'm very sorry.
- You knew him well?

We grew up together
in the same alley fights.

Went to the same schools.

Until he went to seminary.

When we started, it seemed as though
you only had three choices.

As you got older, you either became
a crook, a cop

or a priest.

They used to say Father Tom
ran his parish like a beat.

Maybe he had a touch of cop
in his blood.

Maybe he did. Maybe.

I only know

he's got the whole police force
looking for the man who killed him.

Well, there's no pattern.
There's no pattern at all.

How many days have we been
on this? Almost a week?

And nothing. And you--

Oh, you're a big help.
You call yourself a psychiatrist.

Can't you come up with answers
on anybody?

Anybody sick enough to commit
a string of murders like this?

- What are we paying you for anyway?
- Wow, hostile today.

I can give you some answers.

About how police lieutenants pick
on shrinks half their size.

If you really want instant satisfaction

for all that bread the department lays
on me.

Okay, Mike, I'm sorry.

But aside from the killings
being all clergymen,

the only pattern I can see
is that each killing took place

on a Sunday after services.

Could be some sort of fanatic.

Sits in a pew, works himself
into a rage,

and then, strikes out in some
distorted sense of vengeance.

You mean like some kind
of grudge?

- Maybe.
- What was he after?

- The man or the cloth?
- Maybe God.

Lenny, what? He's killing a symbol?

Well, they say each time
the Boston Strangler killed,

he was killing his mother
symbolically.

Don't give me symbols. I want facts.

Okay, fact:

There is a pattern
behind what a psychotic killer does

and how he does it.

Fact:

Without knowing the man himself,
how his mind is bent,

well, the only thing I can tell you
is he's probably

schizoid or paranoid-schizoid.

Which tells me nothing.

Mike, you bring me more,
I'll tell you more.

There's only one thing I can tell you.
If you wanna nail him,

you better do it fast.

That's right.
They've been every week so far.

- You think he'd hit before Sunday?
- Maybe.

- And maybe he won't kill again at all.
- Why is that?

Because the unconscious
doesn't know anything about numbers.

If it is vengeance of some kind,

he could suddenly think it's complete
at any time.

Oh, great. That's just great.

Nobody wants him to commit
a crime again.

But if he doesn't,
we'll lose him forever.

You know, Mike, there is one tie.

- It's just not in this area.
- What's that?

Background check I did
on Father Stewart,

the first priest who was killed.

Turns out he went to the same
seminary as Tom McGowan.

He was even ordained
in the same year.

- St. Anthony's, here in the Bay Area.
- Right.

Why didn't you say so before?

Well, I didn't see how it tied in
with the Methodist minister, Dowd.

I don't see how it ties in now, either.

Well, that's just what we're going
to find out.

Mike. Why don't you grab something
to eat? Back off it for a little bit, huh?

You gonna bill me
for that advice too?

You're pressing, Mike.

You're human too.
Subject to stress, tension.

- We can all take just so much.
- He's right, Mike.

I can go to the seminary.

You just ride herd on the street.

And don't anybody,

anybody worry about
how much I can take.

Priests leaving their vocation
every day. Practically every day.

Seminaries are empty,
priests getting married,

strikes, demonstrations.

The next thing I expect to hear
is that one of our faculty members

is writing pornographic paperbacks
in his spare time

to supplement his income.

Let me see it.

Oh, yes, yes, this is the group.
Yes, yes.

Forty-eight in the class, huh?

Oh, there we go now.
McGowan, Stewart,

John Dowd.

Father Petrelli, one of the men killed
was a Methodist minister.

His name was John Dowd.
Could it be the same man?

Dowd.

Dowd, John Dowd--
John. John Dowd.

Yes, yes, he was with us.

But sometime later,
he left the priesthood

for a more liberal
Protestant doctrine.

You know what we're gonna do,
Father?

We're gonna look through this folder
very carefully.

Yes, of course. But don't forget
to bring it back, now.

Henry Driscoll.

- Driscoll. Right?
- Right.

Merrill Mitchell.

Mitchell.

Mitchell. Right.

Then we got William Moreno,
right?

Moreno, that's right. That does it.

That's 48.

Minus four who died
of natural causes,

three who were the victims,
leaving 41.

And if our figuring is correct,

27 of those are still working
in parishes in the Western states,

18 in California and seven
right here in our own vicinity.

Yeah.

Well, now we gotta do
some good old-fashioned legwork.

Sure beats writer's cramp,
I'll tell you that.

You do have the addresses
that go along these names?

Or I gotta make up that list too?

What, did somebody tell you that
a cop's job is all action and glory?

I wanna know why I gotta write
on the board

when you got it on a list on paper
in front of you.

Because I want it right here.
Right there.

Now without looking, don't look
at the board, look at me. Come on.

Now give me the list of seven guys
we've gotta see.

- Mike, come on.
- Without looking. Come on.

All right, we got Moreno,

Mitchell,

Driscoll,

Dillon, Fallow, Reed and Spencer.

Right.

And that's why they still have
blackboards in classrooms, buddy boy.

Give me the list of addresses,
will you, Mike?

Well, I talked to Bishop Halahan.
His staff is on it.

Forty-one priests.

All of them targets.

- Think one of them pulled the trigger?
- I don't know.

Lenny said grudge.

It's hard to think that one of them
would be packing one.

But somebody is.

- Got anything?
- No, you?

- Yeah.
- What?

- Father Dillon over at St. Anne's.
- What about him?

He gave me the name of a guy
that wasn't on our list.

Joseph Patrick Shea.

Not on the list? How come?

Well, it seems the guy washed out
after a couple of years.

He never graduated.

- Reason being a nervous breakdown.
- Where is he now?

I don't know. I'm working on it.

- Good. Let's get on with it.
- Wait, there's more.

Father Dillon said that it was
a group of students,

a sort of council that told the faculty
advisers of Shea's condition.

You mean he's blaming them
for his washout.

That's what Lenny said, a grudge.

Looks that way because all three
of the dead are on that council.

And there's Tom--

- And Dowd and Stewart.
- That's right.

Who are the others?

Wait, there's a guy
in the L.A. Archdiocese.

His name is Gomez.

- Another one's a missionary in Asia.
- Who's that?

William Moreno. The other one's
the guy you were gonna see.

The fifth circle on our list.

- Driscoll.
- Henry Driscoll, right.

My guess is he's
on somebody else's list.

Right on top. What about Shea?
You get a trace on him?

- Yup.
- Good.

Get on the teletype to L.A.P.D.

Tell them to put some protection
around Gomez.

- And I'll go with this Father Driscoll.
- Right.

- Chilly day today, Father.
- Yes, it is, isn't it?

Never seem to get tired, do they?

No, matter of fact, I was just thinking
about that myself.

They sort of play as if their lives
depended on it.

They do.

The struggle in youth
is what makes strong wings.

- Wings?
- What's the matter with you, Father?

Never watched a butterfly?

- I'm sorry, I don't--
- When I was a kid, I found a chrysalis.

You know what that is? A chrysalis?

Chrysalis? Yes, I believe so.

- That's the shell that an insect--
- That's right.

It's a shell where it lives while
it's changing from one kind of bug

to another kind of bug.

Anyway, I dumped it in a jar

until this butterfly started to come out,
you know?

And I saw he was having trouble.

So I reached in and I broke
the shell open.

But when it came out,

it kind of flopped around
real weak-like,

and then it died.

I found out later

the struggle in youth
is what makes strong wings.

I see what you mean.

Do you?

It didn't happen.

I just thought it sounded good.
I read it someplace.

I read a lot.

Mostly the Bible.

But I don't go around
throwing it at people, you know?

What I feel about God is
between him and me.

Is there anything wrong with that,
Father?

No, I don't believe so.

A man's relationship with God
is a very personal thing.

- That's safe.
- I beg your pardon?

I said, that's safe.

What you thought I wanted
to hear, right?

- I don't believe I quite--
- You must be Father Driscoll.

- Father Henry Driscoll?
- No, I'm Father Carey.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Sorry about what?

I just thought
you were Father Driscoll.

Where is he?

Well, right now he's in Sacramento
at a regional conference.

He'll be back tomorrow morning.

Is there anything I can do for you?

No, thank you.

I just wanna see Father Driscoll.

Father Henry Driscoll.

If he'll be back tomorrow,

I'll see him then.

Target for a killer?
No, that's preposterous.

Remember Joseph Shea?

- Oh, yes. Yes, I remember poor Joe.
- Seminary council?

Yes, I vaguely remember

we made some recommendation
to the faculty about him,

but that was--
That was half a lifetime ago.

- Are you trying to tell me--?
- I'm trying to do one thing, Father.

Catch a homicidal maniac
before he kills again.

No, no. Not Joe Shea.

Joe Shea, I remember,
he was ineffectual.

He was incapable
of lifting a finger against anyone.

There was no maliciousness
in the council's intent

when they went to talk
to the advisers.

But then, Father, why--?

- Why did you go talk to the advisers?
- Well, as I recall

Joe Shea just wasn't capable

of assuming the pressures
of the priesthood.

He was headed for a breakdown.
He was practically a basket case.

But we did what we felt
was best for Joe Shea.

And how did he feel about it?

He was upset.

Just upset? Not angry?

Yes, yes, he was angry.

- Thanks.
- Oh, thank you very much.

You know, I grant you that 30 years
is a pretty long time, Father,

but as long as I've been
behind that desk--

And I haven't been there 30 years yet,
but as long as I've been behind it,

I've seen more than one man explode
over something

that's been brewing in him
for a long, long time.

You really think I'm a target,
don't you?

I'd make book on it.

All right. What do you suggest?

- Protection.
- Now, just a minute.

I will not turn this church
into an armed fortress.

- Well, there's another way, Father.
- Oh, how?

You could isolate yourself
from the daily routine,

do some research
for an indefinite period of time.

- And let a policeman take my place?
- You got it.

Well, that means you are assuming

that the killer doesn't know me
on sight.

And Joseph Shea does. I know.

Lieutenant,
you can't have it both ways.

Father,

you studied with the Jesuits,
didn't you?

You got it.

Well, between you and Lenny,
we've got enough logic.

What I want is to catch a killer and
I wanna do it without risking your life.

- So you risk yours.
- That's the way I earn my pension.

But not your death.
Not standing in for me, you don't.

- Oh, come on, Father.
- Lieutenant.

- I'm sorry, but it's out. It's finished.
- Father, now, forgive me.

But you--

You're as ornery as the devil.

That's one of my few virtues,
I'm sure.

Well, that's not what Bishop Halahan
says. He speaks very highly of you.

You already talked
to Bishop Halahan?

No. No, I didn't talk to him.

Michael, he did.

He just happened to have
a perfect fit.

I'm surprised at that.

I always understood with that shirt

it's not whether or not
the shirt fits the man,

it's whether or not the man
fits the shirt.

Well, let me tell you.

Maybe I didn't make the priesthood,
but in my time,

I was the best damned altar boy
you'd--

Well, I was.

Don't you look at me like that.

I was the best altar boy St. Vincent's
ever saw.

I'm gonna level with you, lieutenant.

You sure could've fooled me.

Martin.

Well, what are you doing here?

I didn't think you were due
for your regular visit until--

When is it? Next week sometime.

- Next--
- Wednesday.

Wednesday. Yes.

Of course.
What a pleasant surprise.

I just thought maybe we could talk
for a while, Father.

Talk?

On a beautiful day like this,
you should be

off in the country someplace,
taking a hike, maybe going fishing--

You know it's--

When I was your age, Martin, I--

When I was your age,

there was things we could see

and things we could go and do.

You told me about the lakes.

Lakes?

Oh, yes, the lakes.

The lakes were beautiful.

- And pure.
- And pure.

Pure mountain water, Martin.
So clean and clear.

Go on.

What? What? What, Martin?

About the mountains, the lakes,
the places you used to go.

Oh, yes, the lakes were so beautiful.

But that was a long time ago,
Martin.

When I was your age.

I wish we could go sometime
together.

Just you and me.

We'd find a place like that
and we'd just sit around.

Oh, no, no, this group here
looks like they're a little

under the weather, don't they?
Even with all this glorious sunshine.

You'd like it, too, wouldn't you?

- Father Shea?
- What's that? Martin?

If we could go someplace like that.
Together.

I'd love it, Martin.

I'd love it more than anything
I can think of in the world.

Then maybe someday we can.

You shouldn't be here.

You don't belong here.

You should be out there where
those others have been all this time.

No. Oh, Martin, it's all right. I--

I'm happy here. I--

And what about you? That--
That new job of yours.

Where is it?
I can never remember the name. It's--

Mount Davidson.

Mount Davidson, of course.
Davidson. I can never--

You taking care of things there?

Martin, everything's going along
all right for you and--?

That's good. That's good.
I'm glad to hear that. Yes.

Would you look over here?
What's happened to the--?

I've been taking care of things
for you too, Father.

The pretenders are being punished.

All the ones who hurt you.

I think these are about ready
for a little shower.

All the voices of evil.

Evil?

Why do you speak of evil, Martin?

There's too much evil among us
in this world.

You--

You have been going
to Mass regularly, haven't you?

Yes, Father.

And confession?
What about confession?

Just this past Sunday.
Confession and Mass.

And this Sunday? Tomorrow?

Yes, sir, I intend to.

- I fully intend to.
- Good.

Bless you, my son.

Well, he was a young fellow,
25, 26, certainly no more than that.

And you say he asked
for Father Driscoll by name?

That's right. Father Driscoll.
Father Henry Driscoll.

He repeated it like that.

Sort of like a computer.
As if more for his benefit than mine.

Were you expecting anybody?

Well, no.
But we don't confine our hours here

to hearing confessions
and saying Mass.

You know, people drop by,
they wanna talk, they ask for advice,

and sometimes just passing the day
makes them feel a lot better.

But he asked for you by name.

He could've gotten my name in a--
In a hundred places.

This is a large parish, lieutenant.

If you're going to be suspicious

of everybody who knocks
on our doors here,

you've got a big job ahead of you.

I can handle the job, Henry,
if you can handle "Mike."

Instead of "lieutenant."

- I'm sorry, Mike.
- Okay, just be careful.

- Father Carey.
- Yes.

I'm gonna ask you to give
a description of this man

- to the police artist.
- I'll be happy to.

Sorry. I should've knocked.

No, no. We don't have locked doors
here for a very good reason.

We shouldn't have the feeling

that we're hiding behind them
for the same kind of reason.

I hope you're still gonna feel that way,
Father.

Returns are coming in.

What's that?

Father Gomez was shot to death
two days ago

in the rectory of his parish.

Ballistics, m.o., all the same
as the killings here in San Francisco.

Steve, come here.

What about Shea?

He had a complete breakdown
19 years ago.

He's at the Pacific State Hospital.

- Stay with it.
- I'm on my way now.

Okay.

- Mike.
- I know.

Driscoll is the only circle left.

And you're in it.

You're very familiar with his case?

I was staffing admittance
the day he first came to us.

Too long ago.

I've been here so long myself,

I'm like an institution
within an institution.

Here he comes now.

And he's never been out
of confinement?

Not for the past seven years.

Well, before that he was in and out
half a dozen times,

dating all the way back
to his first confinement.

But he's never been out of this hospital
in the last seven years?

No.

Okay. Thank you very much, doctor.

Are you sure you wouldn't like
to speak with him?

- He's quite harmless.
- I don't think so.

Bye-bye, Father. Thank you.

- Martin?
- Oh, hi, doc.

I wasn't looking for you
until next Wednesday.

- Well, I just came to see Father Joe.
- Well, take care.

- Inspector, I'll show you out.
- Thank you.

No. That isn't right.
The nose is thinner.

- Got it?
- I got zilch.

- He's been locked up for seven years.
- Are you positive?

- Checked it out. Telling you, no.
- A disappearing act?

Right back to zero, huh?

Except for that long shot
they're pulling over there.

- You still gonna play target?
- You got something better?

That collar's done nothing
for your disposition.

What'd you expect, Bing Crosby
in Going My Way?

- Or a reasonable facsimile.
- Don't give me that--

- Mike, Mike.
- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, buddy boy.

You--

You wearing anything besides
that collar?

Well, I tried my special.
It bulges too much.

Besides,
I thought it was sacrilegious.

You're crazy, you know that?
You are really--

I'm getting you a holster with a.32,
at least something at short range.

- Lieutenant?
- Mike.

I'm sorry, Mike. This is him.
I think we've got it.

- You're sure.
- Yeah, I'm positive. That's him.

Have you seen this before?

No. Not that I remember.

Get this on the wire.
Possible suspect.

- Armed and dangerous.
- Wait a minute.

- Wait just a minute.
- What's the matter?

- I think I saw this man.
- Where?

He was at the hospital with Shea.

- Yes, that's him.
- Martin Novak.

- Yes.
- You say he's an outpatient?

Yes, since the latter part
of last year.

Before that, he'd spent some time
with us,

but he'd been making
such wonderful progress.

Well, do you know where we can find
him now, doctor?

Would you bring me a file
on Martin Novak, please?

- Paranoid-schizophrenic?
- Yes.

- What about religious fanaticism?
- Oh, yes.

How about his family?
A loner? Illegitimate, maybe?

Not maybe, in fact.

With a need for a father figure.

- A desperate need.
- Oh, thank you.

Dr. Walden,
do you know what we're going for?

Could Shea have ever talked
about not being a real priest to Novak?

Oh, yes. Certainly.

He has occasional moments
of lucidity

when he realises that wearing a collar
is just his own personal fantasy.

- Yes, here's the address.
- Thank you.

If he talked about being a real priest,
he could have talked about why.

And he might have mentioned
the council

that brought his problem
to the seminary.

I hate to believe that
but it is quite conceivable.

Doctor, can I use your phone,
please?

Certainly.
Dial nine for a direct line out.

That means that even
if Shea never said anything

about wanting to do in the members
of the council,

Novak could have taken it
upon himself to kill them.

It's this simple, Steve.

Shea means everything to this kid.

This kid thinks someone ruined
Shea's life

and he decides to get the people
who hurt Shea.

Homicide.
Captain Olsen's office, please.

Dr. Walden, what do you think?

It's all very possible.

Even more so
when you add the element of religion.

I'd say
that in Martin's distorted view,

he's killing for the love of man
and for the love of God.

Rudy? Steve Keller.

We have our man.

Martin Novak.

4211 Farrell.

May God forgive him his sins.

His evil against The Chosen One.

God forgive Henry Driscoll.

Sent this day to his...

...reward.

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done on Earth
as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses.

As we forgive those
who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation

but deliver us from evil.

Deliver us, Lord, from every evil

and grant us peace in our day.

In your mercy, keep us free from sin
and protect us from all anxiety

as we wait in joyful hope

for the coming of our saviour,
Jesus Christ.

Jim, you got anything?

Zero.

Grabowski and Chen are the only
suspicious-looking characters

I've seen.

Lord Jesus, you said
to your apostles,

"I leave you peace.
My peace, I give you."

Look not on our sins but on the faith
of your family

and grant us the peace and unity
of your kingdom

where you live forever and ever.

The Lord be with you.

Almighty God bless us,

Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

Go in peace. The Mass is ended.
Thanks be to God.

Well, I don't know whether the
gymnasium could be made available

especially on such short notice.

We didn't have any trouble getting
the gymnasium last year.

Oh, now, I didn't say
there'd be any trouble.

I tell you what. Why don't you
let me look into it.

And I'll let you know next Sunday.

But that won't give us much time
to get organised.

Well, if anybody can organise it
and make it a success,

I'm sure you ladies can.

- Well--
- Bless you.

Thank you, Father.

Father?

For a minute, I thought they
were gonna ask me for my ID.

Bing Crosby would've known
how to handle it.

Oh, sure, but he never could've joined
our choir.

Well, maybe we guessed wrong,
huh?

Tom McGowan was killed after Mass,
Mike.

I know. And what about the address
you got from the hospital?

Moved. No forwarding.

And what about Shea?

I thought Dr. Walden
was gonna question him.

He did. All he can remember
is Novak had a job as a caretaker.

Walden looked into it.
It's a part-time thing arranged

by the Department
of Human Resources.

- Who's on it?
- Devitt.

But it's difficult getting anything
from civil services on Sunday.

Also, I've got Chen, Grabowski
and Rice covering all entrances

to the church and rectory.

I don't think I'll take them off
until we're sure.

- Bless you, my son.
- Thank you, Father.

- Yes, good luck.
- Thank you, monsignor.

Father Driscoll?

- Did you call me, son?
- Yes?

Which one is Father Driscoll?

I am.

What is it you want?

Well, why did he answer
when I called him?

Well, you see, sometimes--

It's hard to hear in here, especially
when your mind is on prayer.

Isn't that right, Father Stone?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Go ahead, Father.
You go right in, Father,

and I'll see
what the young man wants.

Go ahead.

No way, Father.

Not another step.

Andy, you got anything
from your angle?

There's no sign of him, Steve.

- Jim?
- Just a whole lot of quiet.

That shotgun isn't necessary.

You know, don't you?

You know why I'm here.

Because you wanted to speak
to me.

I came to see Father Henry Driscoll.

Which one is it?

- I told you that--
- No, don't, lieutenant.

I can't let you go through with this.

It's my life he wants.

Leave me alone. Stay here.

Steve, he went out the back.

Mike.

He was inside all the time.

The confessional.

Mike.

Freeze!

- Jim? Tell me where.
- Get him. There.

Mount Davidson?

Dr. Walden, you sure about that?

Yes, I'm sure, inspector.

Father Shea's here with me
right now.

He remembers Martin saying it too.

Okay. Thank you very much.

Hey, Steve.
Rice just went into surgery.

- How's Mike?
- Giving the doctors a hard time.

Don't worry about me.
I'll sign your release.

They think everything in this hospital
is terminal.

- How's Rice?
- He'll make it, Mike.

What about you, Grabowski?
Do you think you'll make it?

- Hey, I'm sorry, Mike.
- Don't be sorry.

Just tell me how you lost him.

It was a maze, Mike.
Novak knew the turns, Andy didn't.

- Where was Chen?
- Calling up support.

Oh, you have to grab my arm
when I pass out, huh?

Back off, Mike, will you?

- Driscoll's alive and we know--
- Back off?

- We had him and now he's gone.
- We know where he is.

Mount Davidson.

Novak. Police. Open up.

Kick it.

- Mike.
- Yeah.

The list.

Hey, there he is.

It's all right.

It's all over now. You can come out.

It's all right, you're gonna be all right.

Oh, I'm not hurt.

- But are you all right, Father?
- Why, yes, I--

Yes.

Yes, Sister, I'm fine.

When are you ever gonna get around
to calling me "Mike"?

Oh, Mike. Well, Mike it is
if you'll keep calling me "Father."

You know,
I never did like the sound of "Henry."

Only man I know of who carries it off
with style is old Henry Aaron.

- Are you a Giant fan?
- I catch every game I can.

We've got to go to Candlestick
on their next home stand.

You're on. You know I had visions
of a career myself once.

- Well, what happened?
- What happened?

I had a weakness for a slow curve
over the outside corner.

And a sudden decision that wearing
this cloth would work better for me

than grey flannels.

Although, to this day,
I still wonder what would've happened

if I had choked up on that bat
and closed my stance a little.

Now, who's gonna say you're not
in the majors right now?

Oh, you mean,
hitting a homer for God?

- Or something like that, yeah.
- Well--

You boys parked one,
that's for sure.

And, Mike, I know that nothing
is gonna take away the pain

of losing a friend
like Tom McGowan.

And I think that he's grateful
for what you did too.

Tom was fond
of an old Irish benediction:

"May God sleep on your pillow.

May he hold you in the hollow
of his hand.

May the roads rise with you.

Fair weather to your heels--"

"May the wind be ever at your back.

And may you be a long time
in heaven

before the devil knows you're gone."

I remember it.

Mike, I wish you that.
"May the wind be ever at your back."

- Thank you, Father.
- Steve.

Father, take care.

You looked pretty good
with that collar on.

- You think so?
- Yeah.

Thanks.
I'm gonna keep that in mind.

Oh, why is that?

Well, you never know
when someday

you're gonna need something
to fall back on.

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