Father Dowling Mysteries (1989) s02e03 Episode Script

(theme music playing)
(engine revving)
STEPHANIE: Oh,
Frank, don't stomp on it.
You just touch it
lightly with your toe.
(engine revving)
Okay, you ready, Frank?
Yeah, just-just let me get this
whole thing straight in my mind.
Left brake, right gas.
Left brake, right gas.
Right, right. Now, just relax.
Okay, we're gonna put the
shift lever into drive, real easy.
Just, there you go.
- Uh
- (tires screech)
Brake, Frank! Put your
Take your foot off the
gas, put it on the brake!
The one on the left!
(tires screech)
Oh, I can't.
No, Frank, that was good.
You just need a little practice.
Oh, Marie, I
almost ran you over.
I'm very sorry.
Lucky I've got my
St. Jude medal.
You learning to drive
is a hopeless case,
if ever I saw one.
(sighs)
Oh, Sister, there's a
phone call for you
Man from juvenile hall.
MAN: You're Mark's
sister, is that right, Sister?
I mean, his, uh, actual sister.
Yeah.
How is he?
Uh, putting up a good
front for his buddies.
Pretending he's not scared.
You know how these kids are.
I know how Mark is.
What was he doing
in a bar, anyway?
He's underage.
Well, he and his
buddies were trying
to purchase alcoholic beverages.
When the owner refused to
serve them, they trashed the place.
I'll tell you, Sister,
if your brother keeps
hanging out with these guys,
he's gonna end
up in major trouble.
I know.
Talk to him, will you?
I have talked to him.
I've begged, I have threatened.
I-I don't know
what else I can do.
Yeah.
Well, he's not looking
for a lecture, anyway.
Just wants you to bail him out.
Here we are.
(boys laughing)
Steve.
So you really did it this
time, didn't you, Mark?
Come on, we were just having
a little fun and the guy got
- all bent out of shape.
- Oh, really?
Well, the officer here tells
me you trashed the bar.
I'll see you later, Sister.
So?
So we broke a few
glasses, all right?
We didn't hurt anybody, Steve.
You know, you are
in major trouble here.
You can't just shine
this on like it's nothing.
Look, we'll talk about
it outside, all right?
Hey, what's that?
She's my sister.
Mark's got his own pet penguin.
Yeah.
Yeah, how about that?
Look, you gonna get
me out of here or what?
You think you can just
keep getting into trouble
and I'm gonna keep
getting you out of it, right?
You think Listen to me!
You think nothing bad is
ever gonna happen to you.
Mark, if I get you out,
will you come back to the
rectory with me, right now?
She's gonna make
a priest out of you.
You want to hear my
confession, Father Oskowski?
(snickers)
Hey. You got to choose.
You got to choose.
Look, Steve!
I'll call my own
shots, all right?
You don't have to come
down here and try to run me.
So just stop trying, okay?
Okay.
If that's what you want.
But I hope you like jail, Mark,
because I am not
getting you out.
Steve
(door closes)
Hey, forget about her.
My old lady's on her way down.
She'll bail us all out.
You okay?
No.
No, I'm not, no.
Well, you want to talk about it?
Walking away from Mark is
the hardest thing
I've ever done, Frank.
I know that, Steve.
He's my brother
and I love him, but I
I just can't get through to him.
I know how hard you've tried.
I just don't know
what else to do.
I think you're doing it.
And I think I'll join you.
(sighs)
(rock music playing
over car speakers)
(music stops)
Here you go.
Hey, look, what if there's
somebody in there?
Hey.
You want to do this or not?
'Cause if you're bogus,
forget the whole thing.
No, but, uh, you know, maybe we,
maybe we don't
have to take anything.
Maybe we could
just trash the place.
No way. No way.
No, we're gonna pay
those scuzzballs back
for calling the cops on us.
Now, you go in there and
you empty out the register.
That is, if you've
got the guts to do it.
♪♪
(men arguing faintly)
(gunshot)
(bottles clattering)
(glass shatters)
Mark. Mark.
(gasps)
Father.
Did you come to see Steve?
No. No. I, um
I didn't want her
to lecture me again.
Besides, she doesn't
want to see me.
Oh, well, I think
you're wrong about that.
If you didn't come to see
Steve, why are you here?
Well, I, um
I didn't have
nowhere else to go.
Well, you picked
the right place,
and just in time for breakfast.
Come on.
If we're gonna talk Cub
talk, you got to have this.
And you're right, Dunston
is a good shortstop,
a very good shortstop.
Good?
He's the best shortstop
the Cubs ever had.
Mm. You're
forgetting Ernie Banks.
And he hit more home runs
than any shortstop
in baseball history.
Dunston can hit.
And besides, he's
got that rifle arm.
Morning, Steve.
Uh, we were just
talking about baseball.
So what are you doing here?
You invited me to
come, remember?
And you laughed in
my face, remember?
Look
Look, I need to
talk to you, all right?
Oh, why don't I just finish
my coffee in the study room.
No, Frank, please stay.
Father Dowling
knows all about you.
I don't keep any
secrets from him.
Oh, yeah?
Well, all I really
know about you, Mark,
is that you're a loyal Cub fan,
and (chuckles)
that takes character.
So what is it?
I, um
I did something
really stupid last night.
You know that bar
where we got into trouble?
Mm-hmm.
Well, I went back.
Oh, Mark, why did you do that?
To get even with the
owner for calling the cops.
All of you went back?
No.
No, just me.
It was like an
initiation, you know?
I was supposed to rob the place.
Yes, that was stupid.
That was incredibly stupid.
I can't believe
Will you just listen
to me, all right?!
- Just listen.
- Do with you.
Something happened!
What happened, Mark?
Well, I was in there and I heard
these two guys in the back room.
They were arguing.
The one guy shot
the other guy, dead.
He came out and he saw me
and I ran.
And he took a shot at me.
Are you telling me the truth?
Yeah.
Yeah, I am telling
you the truth.
Mark, you're gonna
have to tell the police
what happened.
(laughs softly) Yeah, I'm
just gonna tell the police
that I went into this bar
to rob the place and
and I just happened
to see a murder?
Come on, Father, they're
gonna throw me back in jail.
Oh, Mark, it's gonna be okay.
Frank and I'll go with you.
I'll back you up every
step of the way, all right?
Yeah.
Yeah, just like you
did yesterday, right?
(door opens)
Morning, all.
Morning.
Marie, this is my brother, Mark.
I could tell that.
You're not the only
detective around here.
Suppose you'd
like some breakfast.
He might want some of your
wonderful scrambled eggs.
Suppose you want some, too.
Eh.
Mark after breakfast,
we're gonna go to the
police station, together.
MAN (over radio):
Bruce Billinsley,
from WDRN Traffic
Central. Thank you, Bruce.
And this story just in.
There's been a fatal
shooting at a downtown bar,
and the victim is Chicago's own
Milt Caulder. The
well-known columnist
was found shot to
death at the Brooklyn Bar
on 5th Street
early this morning.
WDRN reporter
Tammy Welsh is at
the scene. Tammy?
- TAMMY: Thank you, Tom.
- I always watch the news.
With me is police
captain Ed Hayden.
He's in charge of
this investigation.
Captain, what can you tell us
about Milt Caulder's murder?
HAYDEN: We have
reason to believe
That's him.
That's the murderer.
HAYDEN (on TV):
We have a suspect,
a juvenile who had an argument
with the owners of the bar.
There's an eyewitness,
a motorist who saw
him fleeing the scene.
And we lifted fingerprints
from the register
when he emptied it.
You said you
didn't steal anything!
I didn't. He's lying.
We have identified the
suspect as Mark Oskowski.
We're looking for him now,
and we expect to have
him in custody very shortly.
I'm telling you, I
didn't do anything!
I mean, that's the
guy that killed him!
(doorbell rings)
- It's the cops! -Wait!
- You just wait right here, Mark.
I'll get the door.
Wait a minute! Come here.
There's a bedroom
upstairs at the end of the hall.
Wait for me. Go.
Oh, don't worry about
me; I'm a clam. (chuckles)
(doorbell ringing repeatedly)
Oh, thank goodness you're here.
- I kept ringing.
- Well, it's been a difficult morning.
Oh, for me, too. May I come in?
- Well, I
- I'm having a personal crisis.
(Dowling groans)
Mark?
It's not the cops.
Yeah, not yet,
but they'll be here.
Look, Steve, I need some money.
What about the money
from the cash register?
Look, I told you
I didn't take that.
Now, if I had, I'd be
out of here by now.
Yeah? Where would you go?
Do you know every cop in
this city has your description?
What am I gonna do?
Well, I guess you're gonna
have to turn yourself in.
That cop wants to
frame me for murder.
I know I've lied
to you in the past,
but I'm telling the
truth now, Steve.
I swear it you've just
got to believe me this time.
Help me get out of town.
Wait.
(Mark exhales)
Look, just give us a
couple of days, all right?
Let us look into it.
- Okay.
- Okay.
And you'll stay here
until we figure it out.
Okay. Okay?
(whispers): Yeah.
(big sigh)
You see, I've been
doing some counseling.
I didn't know you were
qualified to do that.
Well, perhaps not, technically,
but I've always had this flair
for helping people
with their problems.
And what's your problem?
The bishop's nephew
is having a crisis of faith,
and I volunteered to have
a few sessions with him.
And it didn't go so well, hmm?
He just announced
to His Excellency
that as a result of
his talks with me
he's taking instruction
to become a Buddhist.
And the bishop
holds me responsible.
What did you say to him?
- The bishop?
- No, the nephew.
Oh! All I said was
that God is everywhere!
He must have taken
it the wrong way.
Evidently.
(sighs)
At the moment, my
relationship with His Excellency
is somewhat strained.
I was hoping I could
stay here for a few days.
Just until "the heat
is off," so to speak.
Well, that's a rather difficult
situation, Father Prestwick.
Yes, it is. Thank you
so much, Father Dowling.
I'll be right back!
(door opens)
Frank
I made a deal with Mark.
What kind of a deal?
Well, I told him that
he could stay here
until we figured out what
was going on with Hayden.
Steve, that's
harboring a fugitive.
Well, I know, Frank,
but I promised him.
I probably shouldn't
have, but I did.
And if not, he's
just gonna run for it,
and he doesn't have a chance.
Do you believe him?
Yes, I do.
I don't think he'd
lie about this.
(phone rings)
St. Michael's Rectory.
Yeah, this is she.
Okay.
Okay, I'll be right there.
Thank you. Bye.
Great, it's the cop
from juvenile hall.
He wants to talk to me.
(door creaks open)
Oh. You have a houseguest.
Uh Father Prestwick is
moving in for the next few days.
Political problems
at the diocese.
I'll have plenty of time
- to tell you all about it.
- F-Frank
Sister Stephanie is concerned
about the work we're doing
with, uh disturbed
adolescents.
You go on as if I wasn't here.
I'll go unpack.
Frank, he cannot stay here.
Wh-What if he runs into Mark?
He wouldn't take
no for an answer.
I've got to go to juvenile hall.
- I'm going with you.
- I just don't think
you should get into
this any deeper, Frank.
Don't give it a second thought;
we're already coconspirators.
- This is such a mess!
- Yeah, well, come on,
we'll just hope for the
best, and hope that Mark
stays put.
MAN: I'm, uh, afraid it's
serious this time, Sister.
A man was shot to death
last night during a robbery.
Yes, Milt Caulder,
the columnist.
I was watching it on television.
He was a real crusader.
City's gonna miss him.
But I suppose some people
can breathe a lot easier
knowing that he's gone.
I suppose so, Father.
What I was wondering is,
what was Milt Caulder
doing in that bar
in the middle of the night?
Well, we'll find
that out, Father.
We'll also find Mark.
Now, if you want to help
him, the best thing to do
would be to tell me where he is.
If you know, that is.
We'll help in any
way we can, I promise.
- And, Sister, you have my number.
- Mm-hmm.
If you hear from Mark,
please contact me immediately.
Thank you, Officer Yates.
(sighs)
Thanks for the
moral support, Frank.
I don't know how moral it was
unless we can
clear your brother.
Steve, why don't you
go to Caulder's office
and see if you can find
out what he was working on.
Okay. Well, what about you?
Just drop me off
at the Brooklyn Bar.
(quiet, indistinct chatter)
WOMAN: Hey, Father.
You mind not standing
in the doorway?
It's bad for business.
(chuckles) Sorry.
What can I get you?
Uh, just a cup of
coffee, black, please?
We got food, too, you know?
And it's almost lunchtime.
Well, I'm not very
hungry, thank you.
So, uh, this is the place where
Milt Caulder was killed, huh?
I-I thought there'd be
police all over the place.
Yeah, they've been
and gone; ancient history.
Yeah. I was a big
fan of Milt Caulder's.
Never missed his column.
I just wanted to see
where it all happened.
Where are you going?
Out.
The Father here was just
asking me about the murder.
What about it?
Well, there are a few things
that I didn't quite understand
from the news report.
- Like what?
- Well, first thing,
what was Milt Caulder
doing here all alone
- after the bar was closed?
- He used the back room
to work in sometimes.
When he was stuck
downtown late at night,
we used to let him come
in and use the place.
- So you knew him quite well.
- He was a regular customer,
and everybody
liked Milt Caulder.
Mm. Except the
person who killed him.
That kid.
Well, that's what
the police said,
but they've been
known to make mistakes.
You finished your
coffee yet, Father?
Not quite.
As a matter of fact, I
think I do have room
for a little lunch after all.
(footsteps approaching)
♪♪
♪♪
(door opens)
(door closes)
(sneezes)
♪♪
(murmurs)
Can I help you, Father?
Well, I don't know.
Who are you?
Captain Hayden, police.
Oh.
Father Dowling, St. Michael's.
I thought the police
were all finished here.
Well, we're just
doing a little follow-up.
You have an
interest in this case?
Just curiosity.
I'm sort of an
armchair detective.
I see.
Well, I'll be sure to give
you a call if I need your help.
Did you know Milt Caulder?
Not personally, but I was a fan.
Oh, me, too.
Of course there were a lot
of people who didn't like him.
Well, a guy like that's
bound to make enemies.
Yes, I was thinking
the same thing.
And you do have
a pretty solid case
against this boy, don't you?
Well, we got a print match from
the register and an eyewitness.
Yes, but he only saw
the boy outside the bar.
And he didn't actually
see the murder, did he?
No.
And, uh, you haven't
found the gun yet, have you?
You sound like you've
been following this case
pretty carefully.
Well, like I said,
it's my hobby.
Yeah, well, we'll find the
gun when we find the kid.
I'm sure you will.
Oh, uh, tell me something
if you don't mind
humoring me a little longer.
Where was the body found?
In the back room.
And how many shots were fired?
Just the one that killed him.
I see.
Anything else, Father?
No, I think that's all for the
moment, Captain. Thank you.
♪♪
DOWLING: Captain Hayden
says only one shot was fired.
- No, that's not true.
- It sure wasn't,
'cause right after I left, I
peeked through the window
and I saw him prying a bullet
from the paneling
near the front door.
Well, that's proof.
Oh, it would be if we could
talk him into giving it to us,
but I doubt if he'd cooperate.
Yeah, then how are
we going to get him?
We're working on it.
What did you find out
at Caulder's office, huh?
Well, Hayden walked in on me.
He didn't see me or anything,
but he took some
of Caulder's files.
Yeah, well, if there was
anything incriminating in them,
they'd be in the
shredder by now.
Yeah, but he forgot about
Caulder's wastebasket,
which looked like it
hadn't been emptied
since the last time the
Cubs won the pennant.
(Dowling chuckles)
But I found some stuff.
Like what?
Some notes with
Hayden's name on 'em.
Just abbreviations, yeah
Th-they didn't make much sense,
but I found an
address Murdock Tires.
And, Frank, the
lady in the office said
that Caulder didn't own a car.
Doesn't the station
wagon need new tires?
Way overdue.
Listen, you stay here
till we get back, okay?
Okay.
And don't let Father
Prestwick find you.
Who's he?
Oh, that's a long story.
(rock music playing in distance)
Who are you?
I'm Mark.
Oh, well, hello, Mark,
I'm Father Prestwick.
And what are you doing here?
I, uh, I came to talk
to Sister Stephanie.
Are you one of her
disturbed adolescents?
Yeah, I, I guess
you could say that.
Why don't we go
down to the study
and you can tell
me all about it?
STEPHANIE: Not exactly
a thriving enterprise.
DOWLING: Hmm, honk the horn.
(honks horn)
(door opens)
Yeah?
Um, we're looking for tires.
I can't help you.
What about those?
They're not your size.
Well, can't you order them?
Well, I suppose so,
but it's going to take
a couple of months.
You got that long to wait?
Don't you at least want to
see the ones that are on there?
Uh, maybe they're over there.
I don't do that stuff.
Well, what are you,
customer service?
Sorry I couldn't help you.
So long.
We'll come back some other time.
Because sometimes
Yeah.
Sometimes we magnify
a lot of our difficulties
until they seem
insurmountable
but if we just face up to
them, they seem quite ordinary.
See what I'm getting at, Mark?
- Yeah.
- (Prestwick chuckles)
You know, I can remember
when I was at the seminary.
I always had problems
with Father Dockery.
(phone ringing)
He somehow got it into
his head that I was receiving
unauthorized food packages
from my aunt in Cleveland.
Well, it wasn't true, of course,
except for one time and
that was on my birthday.
(chuckles)
Excuse me.
What is it?
Father Dowling just phoned.
He and Sister Steve won't
be home for dinner tonight.
Well, in that case Mark and I
will just have
sandwiches in here.
That way we can go right on.
With what?
Counseling, Marie.
Oh.
Counseling?
(clears throat)
If you'll excuse us.
Oh.
You were saying?
Uh, nothing.
Don't look so serious, Mark,
it's not a matter
of life and death.
I hope you're right, Father.
(honks horn twice)
Think it's kind of strange.
Now the place is closed,
they get some business?
I think maybe we're onto
something here, Frank.
Canadian plates.
Some kind of smuggling?
I recognize the driver.
He's one of the owners
of the Brooklyn Bar.
Here's your
A little something
to sweeten the trip.
I'll be right back.
Steve.
♪♪
Steve.
(engine starts)
(tires screeching)
Left brake, right gas.
(tires screeching)
(siren chirps)
Arrest those men.
Father, I'm gonna
do better than that.
I'm gonna arrest all of you.
Hold it!
Officer, there's
someone in the trunk.
Dead or alive?
Steve.
Are you okay?
Was that you driving, Frank?
Yes.
See, I told you,
you could do it.
OFFICER: Here's another bag.
These all look like they're
in excess of two carats.
Huh, discovered red-handed in
the act of smuggling diamonds
and they walk
out just like that.
I can't believe it.
Helps if you have
friends in high places.
Yeah, even in Chicago.
Was Captain Hayden
by any chance involved
in this early release program?
I don't know, Father,
you want me to ask?
Never mind.
So what do we do now?
I think maybe it's time for
us to go on the offensive.
Well, I can't guarantee
nothing's going to
happen to this, Frank.
Don't worry about it.
It's so old, it's obsolete.
When will you be back?
Later, Marie, I can't say when.
Well, what about?
Well, maybe Father Prestwick
will do the boy some good.
At least he'll keep
him out of trouble.
- Yeah.
- Let's go.
See you later, Marie.
PRESTWICK: Mark, my friend
you are not alone out there.
I mean, even when I was a kid,
my brother used to
love to beat me up.
It took years to forgive him.
I was given to understand
that it was a form of
sublimated affection.
But for a while there,
I used to lie awake nights.
(doorbell ringing)
MARIE: I'll get it.
Yes?
Looking for Mark Oskowski.
Oh. Uh
- (loudly): Have you got a warrant?
- (door closing)
Oh.
Hey!
Cool out. Cool out.
- Come on, take it easy.
- MARK: All right, man, all right.
- Easy, easy.
- All right.
(Mark panting)
What is going on here?
Police business, Father.
I need to talk to
this kid in private.
Go right ahead, Officer.
And I thought I was
getting somewhere with him.
Sit down, kid.
Look, I didn't kill anybody.
I don't think you did, either.
Come on.
I think somebody set you up.
Exactly.
I also think I know who it is.
Now, look, kid, I'm
gonna break a rule,
and I'm gonna level with you.
But you got to promise me,
whatever we say in this room
never goes any
further. You understand?
You understand?!
Yeah, okay.
All right.
I work for Internal Affairs.
We have an ongoing
investigation of Captain Hayden.
This isn't the, uh, first
crooked thing he's done,
then tried to cover
it with his shield.
Yeah, I saw him shoot this
guy, and he tried to shoot me.
This is all evidence
we can use against him.
You cooperate with me,
Mark, and I promise you,
you'll walk away from all
this with no repercussions.
It's a deal.
All right.
I have to figure
out something here.
I have to take you
into protective custody,
just until we can move
in on Captain Hayden.
We have to arrange a rendezvous
so I can take you in under
Internal Affairs jurisdiction.
Now, this has
got to be a secret.
Do you know the, uh
the Loop bumper yard?
Yeah.
STEPHANIE: Captain?
Over here.
You're the lady I
spoke to on the phone?
That's right.
You have something to
do with the Caulder case?
Actually, Captain,
you're the one
that has something to do
with Milt Caulder being killed.
I just happen to know about it.
Really?
Well, what else do you know?
Several things.
For instance, I know about the
diamond smuggling operation
at Murdock Tires.
That's news to me.
Not according to Milt Caulder.
When you went into
his office the other day,
you forgot a couple of items.
I happen to have them,
and they're for sale
if you're interested.
Look, Miss
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Up to you
but if you're not interested,
I could probably
find another buyer.
If you have any information
regarding the case, I want it.
For a price, sure.
Do you know it's against
the law to obstruct justice?
I also know it's against the law
to cover for smugglers,
and then shoot the guy
who's trying to expose you.
Even if you are a
police captain Captain.
Well, well, well.
Isn't that cute?
You were trying
to put me on tape.
You know, sweetheart,
take my advice.
Leave blackmail to the pros.
(Stephanie grunts)
(Hayden sighs)
(sighing) I found him.
He's hiding out in that church.
Did you bring him in?
No, there are people around.
Don't worry. I set up a meet
at the Loop bumper
yard in an hour.
Just him and me.
Great.
Here's my piece.
It's all ready for Ballistics.
If the kid pulls this on me,
I'm gonna have to shoot him.
Just do me a favor.
Make sure the piece is
in his hand afterwards.
End of kid
end of case.
Where are you off to?
I got to get out of here.
Mark is going for a little walk.
Now, Father Dowling said
he should stay right
here in the house.
Oh, nonsense, Marie.
Mark's not going to get into
any trouble. Are you, Mark?
No, I'm gonna get
out of trouble, Father.
That's the spirit. (chuckles)
(door opens and closes)
(Prestwick sighs)
Forgot my jacket.
Got it.
YATES: Don't
worry. I set up a meet.
The Loop bumper yard in
an hour, just him and me.
HAYDEN: Great. Here's my piece.
It's all ready for Ballistics.
YATES: If the kid
pulls this on me,
I'm gonna have to shoot him.
HAYDEN: Just do me a favor.
Make sure the piece is
in his hand afterwards.
- They're gonna kill him.
- Let's get to a phone.
St. Michael's Rectory.
Marie, is Mark there?
MARIE: No, he went out
about a half an hour ago.
Well, where did he go?
MARIE: He told Father Prestwick
he just wanted to go for a walk.
Oh, Lord.
What's the matter?
DOWLING: I-I haven't got
time to explain it now, Marie.
- I'll talk to you later.
- What's wrong?!
(click)
Something the matter, Marie?
Nothing you can do
anything about, Father.
Oh, try me. I'm on a hot streak.
Oh, please.
We'll meet you
there. Thanks a lot.
He's already left.
I called the police.
- Let's go!
- (engine starting)
(engine revving,
tires squealing)
- Mark?
- Hey.
Sorry I'm late. I
had to wait for a bus.
Nobody knows about this, right?
No. No, I did just
like you told me.
Good.
So, uh, where are the
guys from Internal Affairs?
Waiting for us a
couple of rows over.
Come on.
(tires squealing)
DOWLING: There
they are. Watch out!
(tires screeching)
(grunting)
He's got a gun.
I know, Frank. Stay here.
(sighs)
♪♪
(sighs)
(tires squealing)
(tires squeak)
I ought to warn you,
I don't drive very well!
(grunts)
Check him out, Mark.
(sirens wailing)
Be careful.
(tires squeak)
You okay, Frank?
Yeah. Yeah, I think so.
(indistinct radio transmission)
(Dowling grunts)
Oh.
He's just knocked out.
Yeah, well, when he wakes up,
he'll be on the other side
of the bars for a change.
So will Captain Hayden.
You did great, Frank.
Steve, do you think I'm
ready to take my driver's test?
Absolutely not.
Thank God.
You did a great job with
him, Father Prestwick.
(Prestwick laughs)
I guess I've got
my empathy back.
What did you talk about?
PRESTWICK: Well, Mark had
a lot on his mind.
The environment, overpopulation,
nuclear war all the things,
you know, young men care about.
What ever happened to girls?
Could we be excused?
Of course.
I'll be back to help
you with the dishes.
I know no one's ever a lost
cause, Father Dowling, but
if the bishop himself couldn't
do anything with his nephew,
what did he expect me to do?
Oh.
I can't imagine.
I'm kind of proud of you.
Why? I almost
screwed everything up.
Oh, but you were trying to
do the right thing, though.
You should be proud
of yourself, you know?
Yeah, maybe I should.
You were pretty tough on me.
I know.
I was pretty mad at you.
I know.
Well, you know, I-I was
thinking about the whole thing,
and I think I understand
why you left me in jail.
You do?
Yeah.
You know, I ain't easy.
But I love you.