Father Dowling Mysteries (1989) s02e04 Episode Script

(theme music playing)
♪♪
(quiet clack)
Someone there?
(sighs)
(sighs)
(door creaks)
(exhales sharply)
(brief rustling)
♪♪
(gunshot)
(dog barking in distance)
(running footsteps)
(running footsteps fading)
(dog continues
barking in distance)
- (knocking)
- MARIE: Who's there?
Marie, it's me.
- What was that noise?
- Let me in.
I dropped my keys.
Sounded louder than that.
(Dowling sighs)
STEPHANIE: Frank,
what's going on?
Don't get upset.
Somebody took a shot at me.
MAN: I can tell you
exactly who it was, Father.
Jesse Gallagher,
no doubt about it.
STEPHANIE: That
makes sense, Frank.
DOWLING: I didn't
see who it was.
- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
Jesse Gallagher
finished his time
and was released
from Joliet two days ago.
What more do you want, Father?
Excuse me, Lieutenant.
One of our units picked up
a suspect running
away from the church.
Oh, invite Mr. Gallagher
in so Father Dowling
can say hello to him.
Father Dowling
Father Dowling, would
you tell them who I am?
DOWLING: Lieutenant, this is
Father Philip Prestwick.
You see?
I'm sorry, Father.
And just what were you doing
- running at this hour?
- I was testing
the distance for our our
charity 10K this Sunday.
I'm-I'm the race coordinator.
Did you see anyone suspicious?
No!
Why? What on earth is going on?
Someone just tried
to shoot Father Frank.
I'm fine.
Who would want
to do such a thing?
DOWLING: We're not certain.
LIEUTENANT: I can give you odds
on who it was.
An ex-con named Jesse Gallagher.
Father Dowling was a
principal witness against him
in a murder trial
eight years ago.
- You were?
- I was in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
I saw Gallagher running
out of a restaurant
with a gun in his hand, and
later I picked him out
in the police lineup.
LIEUTENANT: His lawyer bargained
him down to murder two, but he
wasn't satisfied in serving
eight years he swore he'd
get revenge on all the
people who had anything to do
with setting him up:
the judge, the D.A.,
Father Dowling and me.
And now he's out,
making good his promise.
Did you know in
advance that Gallagher
was getting out of prison?
- Oh, yes, ma'am.
- So why didn't you
tell Father Dowling?
Oh, but we did, Sister.
I called him.
I offered him protection.
But he told me he didn't want
any cops hanging around.
You try to reason with him.
I'm going to try to
find Jesse Gallagher.
Where you gonna look?
Well, look, he
served his full time,
so the parole records don't show
where he went
when he was sprung.
All we know is that he's
somewhere in the city.
Lieutenant, thank
you for coming out.
No. You can thank
me by staying inside
and keeping away from the
window until I've called you
and told you I've got him.
Father Dowling, I am going
to say a prayer of thanks
for your safe deliverance.
And don't forget you're running
in the jog-athon on Sunday.
I won't forget,
Father. Thank you.
And good night.
I am so mad at you.
You know that Gallagher
is a killer, Frank.
He said he was
going to kill you.
They told you when
he was getting out of jail,
and you ignored it.
Steve
be reasonable.
I can't do my parish work
with a police escort
looking over my shoulder.
Yeah, well, you can't
do it dead, either.
Maybe now you'll
take this seriously.
I do take it seriously.
Besides, my life
is in God's hands.
Well, he helps those
who help themselves.
If Gallagher's going back
to the old neighborhood,
the cops are never
gonna find him.
But I know some people
who might know where he is.
WOMAN: All right!
Yes!
I used to spend a lot of time
here back in the old days.
Doesn't look like
it's changed much.
Will you look at that?
They're gambling,
right out in the open!
STEPHANIE: That's
not gambling, Frank.
That's a sure thing.
Stan French
He's hustling a mark.
I wonder if he remembers me.
Well, who is he?
He's probably the
second best bowler
between here and Lake Michigan.
- Who's the best?
- His brother Jim.
He taught Stan to bowl
when Stan was a kid.
Be right back.
Uh
Hey, Stan. How you doing?
Steve Oskowski!
Yeah. You remembered.
You changed your look.
Changed more than that.
I guess you don't bowl no more.
Not in these shoes.
But I wouldn't mind
knocking down a
few for old time's sake.
Well how about
one line, no spot,
200 bucks?
Okay.
The altar boys' fund
could use the money.
I'll go get a ball and some
shoes I'll be right back.
Yeah. Oh, wait, Sister.
Where's the money?
I'm good for it, all right?
What are you doing?
Well, he's an old pal of
Jesse Gallagher's, Frank.
I'm gonna bowl a game with him.
- What for?
- For 200 bucks.
Steve! St-St We
don't have 200 bucks.
It's okay, Frank I'm the one
who taught his brother
Jim how to bowl.
(quiet groan)
♪♪
WOMAN: Oh, no!
MAN: All right, you got it!
WOMAN: Oh, no!
Doesn't look too good
for you, does it, Stan?
You may be a nun,
but don't push it.
Listen, I don't want to
take your money, all right?
I just want some information.
I'm trying to get ahold
of Jesse Gallagher.
I heard he got out of the joint.
I don't know where he is.
Come on, Stan.
All I need to do is get
any kind of mark this frame,
you're $200 lighter
and you look like a jerk
in front of your buddies.
You're getting
beat by a nun, Stan.
It's up to you.
All right, all right.
I heard he's staying
at his girlfriend's, okay?
(man and woman shout)
(man and woman cheer)
(cheering, whooping)
STEPHANIE: Great game, Stan.
STAN: Forget
about the 200 bucks,
- all right?
- See you.
See you.
Gallagher's staying
with his girlfriend.
- I have the address.
- (chuckles)
♪♪
Yes, what is it?
I'm Father Dowling, and
this is Sister Stephanie.
We're from St. Michael's Church.
Uh, may we come in, please?
Oh, I'm sorry, this isn't
a good time right now.
Please? It's very important.
Oh.
Thank you.
We're looking for
Jesse Gallagher.
Oh. I-I don't know
anyone by that name.
You know, you're
making a mistake
trying to protect him.
Do you realize he's done time
- for murder?
- MAN: She knows all about me.
Jesse.
Now who the hell are you?
Don't you remember me, Jesse?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, you're the priest
who eyeballed me at my trial.
What was your name again?
You know his name. You
know where he lives, too.
You tried to waste
him last night.
(laughs): What? Are
you crazy, or what?
DOWLING: Somebody took a shot
at me last night
about 10:30 outside
St. Michael's rectory.
- What, you saying it was me?
- DOWLING: I'm asking.
Was it?
CYNDI: He was here with me
last night.
Cyndi! Look
This guy helped send me
to the joint once already.
You don't have to
tell him anything.
I'm not asking her.
I'm asking you.
JESSE: All right.
All right, and I hope
you recognize the truth
when you hear it.
It wasn't me.
And if somebody croaks
you tomorrow or the next day,
that won't be me, either.
But don't expect me to
shed any tears about it.
Now, why don't you get out
of here and leave us alone?!
- Hey What are you?
- Jesse!
LIEUTENANT: Spread 'em, Jesse.
Hello, Jesse.
I thought I'd save
you the trouble
of coming to look for me.
Mr. District Attorney.
I already heard what
happened. It wasn't me.
D.A.: Well, that's what
you said the last time.
JESSE: Last time
I was guilty, and
I paid for that,
but this time, you got no reason
- to arrest me.
- D.A.: Well, you can read
the warrant for yourself
in the squad car.
Just like old times, isn't it?
LIEUTENANT: Why did
you go after the priest?
Why didn't you come after me?
'Cause you didn't
have the guts, huh?
D.A.: Father Dowling,
do you remember me?
Of course I do, Mr. Byrne.
You were a great witness
eight years ago, Father,
and, uh, I want you
to help me out again.
Well, all I can testify is that
somebody took a shot at me.
I can't say who it was.
BYRNE: Well, don't you worry.
It's my job to convict him.
I'm on his hit list, too, so,
I have plenty of
incentive to put him away.
Self-defense.
How did you find him?
Oh, you did that for us, Father.
We had a protective
surveillance on you,
and you led us right
to our friend here.
I think we can take him
downtown, Lieutenant.
DOWLING: Jesse,
- I didn't know anything about this.
- JESSE: Yeah.
Well, the way I figure
it, you did me once,
and it cost me
eight years of my life.
Now you're trying
to do me again.
Next time, it's
gonna be my turn.
- (crying): Oh, Jesse!
- You hear me?
Jesse! Oh.
(sobbing)
BYRNE: Judge Larkin.
Phil, you know
Lieutenant Fleming?
Oh, yes.
This is Father Dowling.
I remember you from
the Gallagher trial.
- How are you, Father?
- DOWLING: Very well,
- considering.
- BYRNE: Phil,
Jesse Gallagher
is out of prison,
and he took a shot at
Father Dowling last night.
Really?
Well, how did you
survive, Father?
I'm not quite sure.
Good luck, and bad
marksmanship, I guess.
(laughing)
We're not certain
Your Honor, we had to
let Gallagher go because
we didn't have
enough to hold him on.
You mean, he's
walking around loose?
BYRNE: Well, his girlfriend
got him a smart lawyer.
Now, listen, Fleming
and I are both
on his hit list.
So are you, Phil.
We've got to put
our heads together.
Well, as a matter of fact, I
did get a phone call yesterday.
Didn't say who he was,
but he told me to hurry
up and get my good suit
to the cleaners because
I'd need it to be buried in.
You should have
reported it, Judge.
LARKIN: Well, if
I called you guys
every time I had a death threat,
the overtime would bankrupt
the police department.
If you'd have listened
to me at the trial,
and if you'd given him life,
we wouldn't be having
this problem now.
LARKIN: You're a
hell of a D.A., Sam.
Don't ever let 'em
make you a judge.
Thank you.
I'll settle for governor.
FLEMING: Your Honor,
I'm gonna put a man
on you 24 hours a day
until we get this
guy off the street.
LARKIN: Now, do you really
think that's necessary?
It's absolutely necessary.
I have my own security
detail from the D.A.'s office.
Fleming has his .38. And
what about you, Father?
Well, this is a
difficult situation.
I I don't think that I
can perform my duties
as a priest with a police
escort, so I'll have to decline.
You're making a big mistake.
He's gonna come after you again.
Have any of you thought
it might not be
Gallagher at all?
He told me he didn't do it.
He told you.
BYRNE: Father,
your trusting nature
is probably a-a big
plus in your line of work.
But we're dealing
with a convicted killer.
DOWLING: He paid for that crime.
And I think it's possible
that prison has made
him a better person.
- Be the first time.
- DOWLING: At least he's entitled
to the benefit of the doubt,
just like any other citizen.
Isn't that correct, Your Honor?
You've got a very
good point, Father.
But we do have to be careful.
And that's what Sam
here is trying to say.
FLEMING: Exactly.
Yes, but you see, I do have
my own kind of protection.
BYRNE: Father, I
admire your faith,
but I got to tell you,
I don't think much
of your judgment.
Is Jesse here?
No, but he'll be back soon.
Please go away.
I need to talk to you.
I have nothing to say.
Look, I realize you have
a right to privacy, Cyndi,
but my friend Father
Dowling has rights, too,
and one of them is the
right not to be murdered
by your crazy boyfriend.
Jesse didn't do anything.
Why can't you leave us alone?
I swear to you that he
was here with me last night.
He's not a killer! Not anymore.
Come here.
I remember Jesse Gallagher
from the neighborhood.
I know what kind of guy he is.
You seem like a
very nice person.
And what I can't figure out is,
what are you doing
with someone like him?
I met him when I
when I was doing volunteer
work at the prison last year.
And then we started
writing to each other, and
Yeah, what-what I'm
saying is, maybe you don't
know him as well
as you think you do.
I mean a bunch of letters,
and-and you've had, what,
two days with him
on the outside?
No. I'm telling you
that he's changed.
You don't know him!
He's a sweet, loving man.
Hey, baby?
- (door closes)
- Hey, baby?
Jesse!
JESSE: And what the hell are you
doing here?
Your little frame-up
didn't work, did it?
You and your friends
got some new ideas
to railroad me back
to the joint, hmm?
How are you gonna
set me up this time?
- Nobody is setting you up.
- JESSE: Yeah.
CYNDI: Jesse,
she was just
Hey, I told you not
to talk to her anymore!
You don't understand
what's going on.
Just (Jesse sighs)
Please stay the hell out of it.
Now, I did my time.
I don't owe anybody anything!
But that fat cop and the
D.A. are out to nail me.
Now, if that's what they want,
then you better tell 'em
to take their best shot.
'Cause if I go this
time, I'm gonna take
a lot of people with me.
Now, you better get out of here
before I lose my self-control.
- Very sweet.
- (door closes)
Very loving.
You need any help, you
give me a call, all right?
Yeah.
(door opens)
(door closes)
(crying)
(gunshot)
(thudding)
(gun chamber cocking)
(groaning)
(static crackles)
Post seven. Send an ambulance.
LARKIN: I was
bending down to open up
a desk drawer just as
he fired, so he missed.
When I fell, I
bumped my head.
Strange thing
is, though, that I
I can't walk.
BYRNE: They're not sure if
there's any nerve damage or not.
The doctor said, um,
this paralysis might just
be a posttraumatic shock.
I hope he's right. Did
you get a look at him?
No, I just caught a
shadow in the window.
Could have been Gallagher.
Phil, I promise you,
we're gonna track this man down,
and we're gonna make him pay
for what he did to you. Now if
you'll excuse me,
gentlemen, I, uh
I have to change for
a press conference.
You take care of yourself.
Good night, Father.
Good night.
(Larkin chuckles)
One thing Sam Byrne
will never be late for,
and that's a press conference.
He's a very determined man.
He's determined
to be governor of this state.
Handling this case is gonna
give him a John Wayne image.
(chuckles)
Not only able to
protect himself, but
the whole community
from revengeful killers.
You find Gallagher?
Not yet.
Uh, he moved out
of his girl's place.
Now, I've got men checking
out all of his old haunts.
Trouble is, we've
come up with a witness
that puts him in a bar downtown
at the time you were attacked.
Are you saying there's an alibi?
Yeah.
It's an old pal of his.
Uh, also an ex-con.
And he's lying to save
Jesse's bacon, but, uh,
we'll break him
down. Don't worry.
What if he's not lying?
Father, I don't tell you
how to run your church.
Please don't tell me
how to do police work.
(sighs)
(door opening)
STEPHANIE: Good morning, Frank.
(door closes)
You ready for a little exercise?
Oh, Steve, please
don't make it any worse
by being so cheerful.
Uh, no.
Father Frank is in
training. He doesn't need
to load up on all
this heavy food.
MARIE: Nobody just told me.
Oh, Steve.
Now, Frank,
we're gonna run a couple
miles, you're gonna feel great.
I'm doing you a
favor, believe me.
I don't know how I ever let
myself get talked into this.
It's for charity, Frank.
MARIE: Well, charity
begins at home.
Look at this waste!
If Father Hunnaker were alive,
he'd be turning
over in his grave.
DOWLING: Yeah.
- Steve, we can't waste any food, huh?
- (door opening)
- PRESTWICK: Good morning!
- (door closes)
Mmm. Is that the smell
of bacon and eggs?
You have great timing, Father.
- Ah.
- Sit down.
You've already
finished breakfast?
It looks that way.
Ah.
(Prestwick sighs)
(whispering) Amen.
DOWLING: Father Prestwick,
I-I I don't think I'm
gonna be able to participate
in your jog-athon after all.
Oh, Frank, you just
need a couple workouts,
and you'll be in shape.
PRESTWICK: Sister
Stephanie's absolutely right.
It'll do you good,
Father Dowling.
Besides, you can't
let down St. Michael's.
Every parish in the diocese
is entering a team of runners.
And it's only ten kilometers.
DOWLING: Yeah, well,
the spirit is willing,
but the flesh is out of shape.
Did you know that Father Kovac
is running for St. Anthony's?
He's 91 years old.
Well, I guess if Father
Kovac can do it, so can I.
Okay, Frank, way to go.
Let's-let's get out of here.
Tell me something,
how on earth did you
ever talk Father Kovac
into running a 10K race?
I told him you
were going to do it.
Marie, this bacon is delicious.
Let's do some
stretches first, Frank.
There you go.
What's this got to
do with running?
You want to run?
Okay.
- (indistinct radio transmission)
- I guess Lieutenant Fleming
didn't understand when I said
I didn't want police protection.
Yeah, well, I asked him
to keep an eye on you.
Steve!
(crickets chirping)
(loud bang)
Steve!
Frank, you scared me to death.
What are you doing out here.
Reconstructing the crime.
Come here.
I was standing right here,
just putting the
key in the lock.
That's when the shot came.
Now, I was an easy target,
and there are plenty of
places to hide all around here.
He was probably
very close to me.
Well, you're lucky
to be alive, Frank.
Not that lucky, Steve.
I don't follow you.
There's something strange here.
Gallagher is a killer.
If he wanted me dead,
he wouldn't have missed.
Well, so what are you saying?
Suppose whoever it was
didn't really want to kill me,
but only wanted us to think
that he wanted to kill me.
So, you're saying he
missed on purpose?
Well, it's a possibility.
Yeah, but why?
I don't know why.
Frank, I am really
worried about you.
And I appreciate your
concern, believe me.
But whatever's going on,
it's not over yet.
Well, in that case, get inside
before something bad happens.
Yes, ma'am.
(indistinct radio transmission)
(man speaking
indistinctly over TV)
(laughter)
(phone ringing)
Yeah, Byrne here.
Yeah.
Well, I think you're
making the right decision.
All right, I'll tell you what,
um, I'll meet you,
and we'll talk it over.
All right?
I'll be there.
Honey, I'm sorry, I got to go.
Oh, Sam, this is your night off.
I'm sorry, honey, I got
to go; I'll be back soon.
(indistinct radio transmission)
Come on, come on.
(sighs)
(gunshot)
(grunting)
(tires squealing)
I'm Father Dowling
from St. Michael's.
Sister Stephanie.
We're very sorry.
It's nice of you to come.
Oh, uh, I know this is
a difficult time for you,
but I would like to talk to you.
I have all the condolences I
need, but thank you, Father.
I do have some
questions I'd like to ask you
about your husband.
Could you come
back this afternoon?
They'll all be gone.
Thank you.
No, no, no, I'd
really rather not.
(indistinct talking)
Where to now, Frank?
I think I'll have a talk
with Gallagher's friend.
The one who alibied him for
the attempt on Judge Larkin.
He's a bartender at
Alfredo's restaurant.
Oh, Frank, no.
Alfredo's is a
hangout for mob types.
They are not your kind
of people, believe me.
And anyway, if this friend is
lying about Gallagher's alibi,
he's not gonna tell you the
truth just because you ask him.
Hmm.
Where on earth did
you get that outfit?
How do women walk
in these stupid things?
Frank, why are we doing this?
I want to find out for myself.
"Tried to off Judge Larkin"?
Yeah.
Three of the people
on Gallagher's hit list
have been attacked,
Frank; one of them is dead.
Now, what is it gonna
take to convince you?
Okay, okay.
"Big bucks."
"Payout some big bucks if
you'll roll over on Gallagher"?
You sure that's
the way to do it?
Yeah, I'm sure, but forget
about the roll over part,
- and it's "lay out" - Oh.
- Some big bucks.
- Eh
So, you ready?
(sighs) I think so.
(lounge music plays)
What will it be?
You Freddy Conners?
Who wants to know?
He does.
Who's he?
You don't know?
No, I've never seen him before.
You familiar with the
scene in New York?
No.
He's big in New York.
He's very big.
And he wants to talk to you.
Yeah.
Sure.
This him?
W-What can I do for you?
My name is M
Mr. Smith.
I want to talk to you
about Jesse Gallagher.
Oh, sure.
Jesse's an old pal of mine.
Yeah, that's what I understand.
Someone tried to off
Judge Larkin the other night,
and I heard you gave
Gallagher an alibi.
Yeah, yeah.
We were in the back
room, playing gin.
Oh,
I'm so disappointed
to hear that.
How come?
Well, let's just say I got
a little unfinished
business with Jesse.
And I'd be willing to
pay some big bucks
if I heard that alibi
was a roll-over.
A what?
A phony.
Oh.
Yeah, that's right.
A phony.
Don't you understand me?
Something funny
about the way I talk?
No, no, sir.
Yeah.
Now, what about my proposal?
Well, um,
maybe we can work something out.
You mean you'd be
willing to change your story?
Yeah, if the price is right.
Well, you just said you and
him were such great pals.
We are,
so if you want
me to rat him out,
it's gonna cost you extra.
Rat him out, huh?
(chuckles)
I like that.
That's colorful.
I'll be in touch.
Nice talking to
you, Mr., uh, Smith.
(clears throat)
Frank, you were beautiful.
Well, with a little
more rehearsal,
I could have been better.
No, you were great.
But all we found out is that
Gallagher's buddy is a liar.
Yes, but he was telling
the truth about the alibi.
If he hadn't, he
would have said so
when I offered him the money.
Instead, he said
he'd change his story.
You're pretty sharp, Mr. Smith.
(chuckles) Well
Oh, it's all right,
Father; I'm awake.
Didn't want to disturb you.
Not at all; glad
for the company.
Oh, this is Sister Stephanie.
Hello, Your Honor.
I hope you're feeling all right.
Well, I've felt better.
I suppose I shouldn't complain.
- Those for me?
- Mm-hmm.
Well, that was sweet. Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Well, what can I do for you?
We wanted to talk to you
about Sam Byrne's murder.
Gallagher did it.
You still don't have any
doubts about that, do you?
Well, we do have a theory,
and we need your help.
Yeah, you knew
Sam Byrne pretty well,
and we were wondering
if-if you knew anybody else
who might want him out of
the way besides Gallagher?
Well, Sam was an abrasive guy.
Like anyone in his
position, you know,
he's going to make enemies.
But you're barking
up the wrong tree.
The same person who just missed
you and who got a piece of me,
that's who killed Sam.
Do you have any other theories?
Yes, I was thinking
that Lieutenant Fleming
is the only one on Gallagher's
list who hasn't been shot at.
As a matter of
fact, you're right.
Yeah, well
Men can be difficult.
My late husband
God rest his soul
Was not easy to get along
with, but we were happy.
At least, he was.
So, don't ever give up hope.
Oh, here they are now.
You've got a visitor.
- Hi.
- Hi, I've been waiting for you.
Do you know where Jesse is?
He sent me to the bank
to get some money out
so we can leave town.
Yeah, but the cops
are looking for him.
He's never gonna
make it out of town.
Doesn't he realize that?
I don't know; he's gone crazy.
He thinks that if they find him,
they'll kill him.
And he's got a gun, Father,
and I think he'll use it.
- I don't know what to do.
- Where is he?
He's waiting for me at a
warehouse on Fifth Street.
Would you take me there, please?
- Well, what are you gonna do?
- I'm gonna try and talk
- some sense into him.
- Yeah, but Frank, you can't go out there.
The cops are gonna tail you.
Hm.
So far, so good.
Are you sure I
can't get arrested
for impersonating a priest?
You want to worry,
Marie, worry about Frank.
(starts engine)
♪♪
Jesse? It's me!
Jesse?
(hammer cocks)
Now, hold it just
a minute, Jesse.
I know you're not
glad to see me.
You know, you got a bad habit
of showing up where
you're not wanted.
- Did you bring the cops again this time?
- No. I had
a tail on me, but
I got rid of them.
Now, I wouldn't be
here if it wasn't important.
Did you bring the money?
The police are
watching the highways
and the airports you'll
never make it out of town.
You told him everything.
Listen to him. Please?
He wants to help you.
No, he wants to help
me get back into the joint.
CYNDI: Oh.
Oh, don't you understand?
- He is part of the frame-up.
- Jesse, if I believed
you were the killer,
why would I come here?
Well, you might wish you hadn't.
(approaching sirens wailing)
(sirens continue wailing)
Go! Go!
You brought the cops!
No, I didn't.
They're all over the place!
Man, oh, man, you really
did me this time, Father.
Jesse,
Jesse, he didn't bring them.
They must have followed me.
(over bullhorn): This is
Lieutenant Fleming, Jesse.
- (helicopter hovering nearby)
- I know you can hear me.
There's no way out.
We have the building surrounded.
Take a look.
JESSE: I've got your pal,
Father Dowling, up here with me!
If I go, he goes, too!
FLEMING: Father
Dowling, are you all right?
Fine, fine.
We're just talking.
FLEMING: Gallagher,
you have just two minutes
to come down those
stairs with your hands up.
JESSE: Not this time!
You want me, come get me!
What about Cyndi?
I didn't ask her
to get into this.
Jesse, she's here
because of you.
You've got to take
responsibility for her.
Jesse, I love you.
Please don't let them kill you.
Honey, you better go.
No. Not without you.
I'm going in.
What about the
priest, Lieutenant?
He's on his own but while
he's keeping Gallagher busy,
- I can get the jump on him.
- Look, we have procedures
I am going in.
Now, deploy the men
and wait for my signal.
DOWLING: They're gonna kill
you, Jesse is that what you want?
What difference does it make?
I spent the last eight
years of my life in prison;
looks like I'm gonna
spend the rest of it dead.
The choice is yours to make.
I'll help you prove
your innocence,
- but you just can't
- (door creaks)
(Fleming yells)
(grunting)
Jesse, don't!
What do you want from me, man?!
I killed a man,
and I paid for that!
But this time I'm clean,
and you know that,
don't you, Fleming?
You're the one behind
this frame-up, aren't you?
Now, you tell me, or I'm
gonna blow you away right now.
Let him go before it's too late!
- It's already too late!
- No, it's not!
Not if you put that gun away.
I'll stay with you
I won't let anything
happen to you.
(panting)
What, am I
supposed to trust you?
If you want to live, if you
want to clear your name,
I'm the only chance you've got.
(un-cocks hammer)
OFFICER (in
distance): I'm going in!
(door bangs open)
This man is under my protection.
DOWLING: I know this is
very difficult for you, Mrs. Byrne.
You said you had some questions.
Please, go ahead.
Well, Jesse Gallagher
is now in custody,
but I think it's possible
that someone else
may have murdered your husband.
And then Gallagher was
framed to divert suspicion
from the real killer's motive.
Do you know of any
special investigation
- your husband was working on?
- Or any enemies
- he might have made?
- He didn't tell me too much
about his work But
I do know that he was
getting ready to go before
the grand jury, and he was
preparing some new evidence.
It would be helpful if
we could see his files.
Yeah, maybe you
could call his office
- and ask them to let us
- Sam never kept
sensitive material
in his office.
Too many leaks.
- Where did he keep it?
- In a safe in his study.
You're welcome to go through it.
Oh, we'd really appreciate that.
♪♪
- Frank.
- Hmm?
Frank, I think I
found something.
It's a police
corruption scandal.
It looks like it's getting ready
to explode.
Police?
You thinking about
Lieutenant Fleming?
Mm.
Hello.
LARKIN: Hi, Father Dowling.
- And Sister Stephanie.
- Sister Stephanie and I
have found out that Jesse
Gallagher is innocent.
LARKIN: Ah. Maybe he'll hire
you for his lawyer, then, Father.
(chuckles) But if he
does, I can tell you,
you won't have much of a case.
You're the judge; let me run
the evidence by you, hmm?
Why, sure, go ahead.
Well, Sam Byrne was working
on a police corruption investigation,
and he had a secret file.
We went to his house, and
we found this file in his safe
in his study.
Ah. What's a bunch
of crooked cops
- have to do with Jesse Gallagher?
- Well, there are
other names in here
besides just cops.
Lawyers and aldermen.
Your name was
there, Judge Larkin.
Sam Byrne was preparing a
bribery indictment against you,
and he had the evidence
to back it up.
Well
(sighs)
I'm not gonna
comment on that, Father.
He offered you a deal.
He went to visit you alone,
without a security guard,
because you begged
him to keep it a secret.
And then you killed him.
You don't know what
you're talking about.
And I'm beginning
to lose my patience.
Sam Byrne was
your target all along.
Everything else was
just a smoke screen.
You took a shot at me,
and then you staged
an attempt on yourself
because you saw an opportunity
to frame Gallagher, and
get away with murder.
That's a wonderful theory,
but it won't hold water.
How could I kill Sam?
I can't walk.
The doctor says there's
no organic damage.
You are whistling in the dark,
Father Dowling, and you know it.
I've heard your evidence,
and I find it unpersuasive.
Well, I hope you'll
think it over, Judge.
Good to see you on your
feet again, Your Honor.
(exhales)
I'm not going to say anything
until I speak to my attorney.
YOUNG MAN: You guys
haven't got a chance today.
(indistinct chatter, laughing)
I don't think I could
make it, Steve.
Oh, sure you can,
Frank. Now, come on,
wouldn't you
rather be doing this
than be holed up in a warehouse
with a trigger-happy suspect?
Ask me after the race.
PRESTWICK: Okay,
everybody to the starting line.
You'll never make it.
- Hello.
- Good luck, sonny.
PRESTWICK: Now,
if anybody should
happen to feel faint,
the sisters of St. Teresa's
will be standing by
along the course
with salt tablets.
(groans, laughing)
All right, everybody ready?
OTHERS: Yeah!
Okay.
On your mark
get set
(gunshot)
(crowd cheering, chattering)
How long is a 10K?
About six miles.