Father Dowling Mysteries (1989) s02e11 Episode Script

(theme music playing)
Oh, thank heavens
you're here, Sister.
Come in.
(clattering in distance)
One of those mornings, huh?
Oh, yes.
Go on up.
- Okay.
- All right.
Thanks, Alice.
Mm-hmm.
(man shouting in distance)
Ah, you're nothing
but a pill pusher.
Filling me full of poison
and mumbo jumbo medicine.
Now, you leave me alone!
Get out! Get out!
Looks like he got
some strength back.
I don't care if that old monster
never takes his medicine.
At last, the only honest
soul within shouting distance.
So what's this bull about
you not taking your medicine?
What difference would it make?
I'm dying anyway; you know that.
(sighs)
No complaints, but I am.
Well, let God set
the date, all right?
Okay, I'm out of here.
(groans): Ah.
Sister Strong Arm.
Well?
Ah.
Marie sent you
another fruitcake.
With two drops of rum again.
Like long-distance sex.
Mr. Hemmings, worse men than
you have tried to make me blush.
(chuckles)
Early Christmas, huh?
Always glad to help.
Yeah.
Boom-boom, boom-boom,
ba-boom-boom, boom-boom ♪
That's a lovely old
tune, Mr. Hemmings,
but it doesn't
distract me one bit.
(chuckling): Ho,
ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.
Knocking with five, Sister.
Caught me with 40.
Well, the rich get richer.
- There you go.
- (coins clink)
I'll bankrupt the parish yet.
(shallow breathing)
Mr. Hemmings?
(quiet wheezing)
Mr. Hemmings?
Nurse!
Mr. Hemmings?
At least he died happy.
"To my long-suffering
housekeeper, Alice Carmichael,
"I bequeath the sum of $50,000.
"To Marie Brody of
St. Michael's Rectory,
"I leave $500,
"so she can put more rum
in those fruitcakes of hers.
"To Father Frank
Dowling of St. Michael's,
"I leave my gold watch,
so he can edit those
long-winded sermons of his."
(men chuckle)
Dear Dad, he had such a
wonderful sense of humor.
So I see.
"As for my oldest
son, Harold Junior,
"I leave the sum of $50,
"which is more than
anyone ever gave me.
"If he's finally learned
how to handle money,
"maybe he can do
something with this.
"To my daughter, Justine,
"I leave something she
would do well to accept:
"a word of advice.
"You don't get
something for nothing
"in this life, and
certainly not from me.
"And last, my
youngest son, Jake.
"I was always hoping to
get something from him
"a simple 'thank you'
would have sufficed
"but I never did.
"So, Jake, I'm leaving
you with two words:
"thank you.
You might try using
them sometime."
Who gets the money?
"My remaining liquid assets,
"in the sum of $6 million,
"I leave in the trust of Sister
Stephanie of St. Michael's,
"to endow any worthy
cause or causes of her choice.
"Unlike my three children,
"Sister Stephanie possesses
that rare ability to actually
recognize a worthy
cause outside herself."
Sister.
What'd you do, promise
the old man paradise?
Jake, surely the sister isn't
going to go along with this.
I'm not?
You are?
Well, you don't expect her
to disobey your father's
wishes, now, do you?
She doesn't, we'll
have her in court so fast
her wimple will spin.
Excuse us, please.
I'm with you, Father.
But wait.
Surely it seems the
will can be broken.
Oh, I'm afraid not.
I'd have to attest that your
father was of sound mind
when he wrote it.
Anyway, you can't
touch the money.
Your father transferred it
to a trust fund months ago.
You're the family
banker, Sara; is that true?
Several months ago,
your father did establish
the Families and Futures Trust.
Look, I realize this is
a big disappointment,
but it's what your
father wanted,
and there's nothing I can do.
We'll see about that.
$6 million?
That's a huge responsibility;
I-I'm not up to it.
Mr. Hemmings thought
you were, and so do I.
What's so hard about
giving away money?
They do it in Washington all
the time, with their eyes shut.
(chuckles)
(engine starts)
I'm in position.
All ready to go.
Right. As soon as
the crowd thins out.
Don't worry, it's in the bag.
Or, should I say, in the box.
I'll check with
you when it's over.
(crowd murmuring)
MARIE: Go away.
Now, I told you before, will
you please just go away?
Excuse me.
Sorry.
Excuse me. Thank you.
Oh, come right in, Father.
Thank you, Marie.
DOWLING: Yeah, that sounds like
- a very worthwhile cause.
- (phones ringing)
Why don't you
submit it in writing
and Sister Stephanie
will review it.
Okay?
Well, welcome to
the Wheel of Fortune.
Gimme, gimme, gimme,
in 12 languages. Ugh!
- St. Michael's Rectory.
- No, she's not available.
- Yeah, this is Sister Stephanie.
- Why don't you just submit it
in writing and then what?
No, we don't have a fax machine.
- No, this is not like a lottery.
- Hello? Hello?
You have to have a cause,
you have to bring it in writing.
Yeah, well, I realize
that that's a lot of trouble.
Uh-huh. Yeah.
Okay, fine. Well, I'll-I'll
be waiting at the mailbox.
(phones stop ringing)
That is the best idea today.
Well, it has been
quite a morning.
I have been closeted
with the bishop for hours
trying to determine
which project
should get first consideration.
Excuse me, Father
Prestwick, but it seems to me
that I remember Mr. Hemmings
saying that he wanted
Sister Stephanie to
distribute this money.
Mr. Hemmings can rest assured
his money is in good hands.
Yeah, mine.
Father Prestwick, can I
talk to you for a minute?
Privately?
Look, Phil, first of all,
you don't understand,
this is not my money.
Father Prestwick.
And of course it's
your money, Sister.
Mr. Hemmings left it to you.
Therefore, it
belongs to the church.
You took a vow of poverty.
I know.
I'm not keeping any of this.
Mr. Hemmings trusted
me to pick worthy causes,
and that is what
I'm going to do.
I can't believe
what I'm hearing.
Well, you better
believe it, Phil.
Father Prestwick.
You realize I'll have to
report this to the bishop?
Report it to whoever you want;
I am not changing my mind.
And where is your respect
for your vow of obedience?
That's the vow I've
always had trouble with.
DOWLING: Uh, excuse me.
Sister Stephanie, we have
to make that clothing pickup
before we go to the D.O.C.
- Right.
- Wait, wait.
What is this D.O.C.?
Department of Correction.
Sister Stephanie and I have
been doing some counseling
at the various jails.
(phone ringing)
Oh.
Let it ring, Marie.
The one thing you can
count on is they'll call back.
I-I'm sure I left
my glasses case,
uh, in the chapel yesterday.
Good-bye.
(engine starts)
(vacuum whirring)
(doorbell rings)
(vacuum stops)
This is a test.
I know it's a test.
(clears throat)
Bundles for Africa.
I beg your pardon?
Bundles for
Africa!
There must be some mistake.
I
You're the bundle.
- I'm not going to Africa.
- (gun cocks)
- Get in.
- (gasps)
Yeah, in.
(muffled gasping)
Make a sound, and I'll
shut you up permanently.
(loud rock music plays)
- Ha!
- Hello. What's happening here?
- Bundles for Africa.
- Bundles for Africa? Oh.
Here, let me give you a hand.
Thanks, Father.
(Prestwick chuckles)
Oh, I hope to see you
in church on Sunday.
MARIE: Get me out of here!
If this is a real kidnapping
and not some kind
of a scavenger hunt,
you're not as smart
as you think you are.
Who's gonna pay ransom
for a nobody like me?
The nun with all the bread,
you're important to her.
Yeah, I guess I am.
Trudy? Trudy!
Keep an eye on her.
I don't like these things.
You don't have to like it.
Real sweetheart.
You don't have to be scared.
You got a better idea?
MAN: It's me. I got her.
She better be worth your
old man's fortune to that nun.
She told Father Prestwick
that she actually knew
- where the Holy Grail was.
- Oh, that's
Hey, Frank, look at this.
Marie never lets
anything boil over.
Hmm. That's odd.
Wonder where she can be.
I don't know.
She hasn't even set
the table for lunch.
Oh, Father Prestwick,
have you seen Marie?
No, but I haven't had
a moment to breathe.
More of those petitioners
clogging the phones.
And that shipping man
who made the pickup
for Bundles for Africa.
Bundles for Africa?
What pickup?
(phone rings)
St. Michael's Rectory.
- Sister Stephanie?
- Yes?
We've got your housekeeper.
- What? Pick up the phone.
- Huh?
Is she all right?
She is for now. You
want her to stay that way,
you do exactly what I tell you.
Is someone joining us?
This is Father Dowling.
Okay, you can listen,
too. Listen good.
You two want to see her
again, you line up $6 million.
You'll be hearing from me.
And don't even think
about going to the police.
Now wait a minute.
We want to talk to Marie.
I'll give her your best.
How-how do we
know that you have her
unless you let us talk to her?
Hello?
Marie, are you all right?
Are they treating
you okay, Marie?
Yeah, don't worry
about me. I'm fine.
These crumb-bums don't scare me.
Hey, hey
(dial tone drones)
(indistinct radio transmission)
I know how much you care
about Marie, but this job looks like
the work of a pro,
so will you let the
professionals deal with it?
Sergeant, the actual
kidnapper may have been a pro,
but you can bet that one of
the Hemmings family hired
whoever it was to do it.
Maybe so, but we
can't prove anything
until we nail the kidnapper.
You should have seen Jake
Hemmings and his sister turn
against Steve after
the will was read.
Yeah, and they warned us
that they were gonna
get the money back.
I can't arrest anyone for that.
Look, I'm putting on a covert
watch here at the rectory
and someone to
monitor the phone,
but once the ransom drop
is arranged, we'll move in.
Oh, now really, Clancy.
With Marie in danger,
do you expect Steve and I to
stand around and do nothing?
It would be very
nice if you did, Father.
Let's go.
Oh, good afternoon.
Hi, Alice. We're
here to see Jake.
Uh, won't you come in?
If you'll just wait up here.
(knocking)
JAKE: Yeah, what is it?
(clears throat)
Father Dowling and Sister
Stephanie are here to see you.
What do they want now,
the deed to the house?
Get rid of them. You heard me.
Uh, your lunch.
Who can eat?
Yes, sir.
I'm, uh, afraid that
Mr. Jake is-is unavailable.
I'll bet.
Let me help you
with that tray, Alice.
Oh, thank you.
Oh, that turnover
looks scrumptious.
Do you really think so?
I have a lot more
in the kitchen.
This way, Father.
You must try them.
They're my special recipe.
Well, if you insist.
Oh, oh, Father,
sit down, please.
Oh, thank you.
And what's a turnover
without a nice cup of tea.
What indeed. It's like
a ship without a sail.
Oh
Tell me something, Alice.
How long have you
been with the family?
(phone rings)
Yeah?
Oh, that's all we
need right now.
The place will be
crawling with cops.
No, stay cool.
I'll be right over.
You must have seen a
good deal in those 23 years.
If only these walls
could talk, huh?
I'm not one to
tell tales, Father,
but I will say this
about those three self-centered,
spoiled children of his.
Father Frank.
Not now, Sister.
Frank, it's important.
Not now, please.
Oh, would you allow me? I
never quite had lunch today.
You and the walls were saying?
- (car door closing)
- You won't think I'm a gossip?
Oh, perish the thought.
MAN: Hey, Jake, how you doing?
WOMAN: Jake!
So it was Mr. Hemmings
Jr. Who caused
his father so much grief, huh?
He wasn't the only
one, believe you me.
I could tell you plenty
about Miss Justine
and her new Parameters
Computer Company.
Uh, Alice, could you give
me a lift downtown, please?
Oh, of course.
Then maybe while we're
driving you can tell me
a little bit about Justine's
new Parameters, hmm.
(Alice chuckles)
MAN: That's good. Bring it back!
What are you up to, honey?
- I'm looking for a job.
- Oh, yeah?
Why don't you go
see the manager?
Is that the manager,
the guy in the car?
Him? Nah, that's the owner.
The other guy's the manager.
The owner doesn't spend a
lot of time around here, huh?
He does when he has business.
Something wrong?
No.
What could be wrong?
Father Dowling, you're
not inferring that someone in
the Hemmings
family is behind this.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
I'm sure that despite
their father's will,
they're all financially sound.
Aren't they?
Oh, excuse me.
Father Dowling. What
a pleasant surprise.
Miss Coolidge.
Your escrow papers
won't be ready
until tomorrow, Mr. Hemmings.
We tried to reach your
office, but you'd already left.
Well, thank you.
What brings you here, Father?
Their housekeeper, Marie,
was kidnapped this morning.
Oh, dear, how shocking.
Uh, this is very confidential,
but I'm here to arrange
for the ransom money.
Look, I-I realize
that $6 million
in cash is a lot,
but I'd be very grateful if you
could make sure that the bank
can get that much cash together.
Right away.
Oh, good day, Father.
Oh, Mr. Hemmings, I'm
sure you'll understand
that I'm very upset about Marie,
but I hope you won't be offended
if I ask you a
personal question.
Oh, no, no, whatever
you want to know, Father.
Well, why are you in debt
to the city's most
notorious loan shark?
Max Milgrim is not
your friendly credit union.
May I ask you
how you know about
myself and Mr. Milgrim?
I have my sources.
All right.
All right, the truth is I made
some bad investments, Father,
and I was unable to secure
a bank loan to cover them,
and so I was forced to
borrow from Max Milgrim.
I expected to pay him
back from my inheritance.
Well, we can always find a place
for an able-bodied
girl like you.
But there's one
thing I gotta tell you.
The owner hires ex-cons,
you know, gives them
a chance to go straight.
That bother you?
Well, I didn't put it
on my application,
but, um, I've done
a little time myself.
One of the joints out West?
Real convent.
Question: can you drive a truck?
Is the Pope Catholic?
(manager chuckles)
Frankly, Father, I find
your questions very hurtful.
Well, please forgive me.
I'm really not myself today.
You have to understand,
Marie is so important to us.
You can see I'm doing
a volume business.
Why would I stoop
to a kidnapping?
Why would you, indeed?
You're not at all
upset about the fact
that your stock is dropping.
How do you know
my stock is dropping?
Oh, I have my sources.
The Wall Street Journal.
(chuckles)
You're a scamp, Father.
The sad fact is I'm much too
patient about collecting bills.
And there are so many
corrupt people in this world.
Don't you agree?
Oh, yes.
Yes, there are corrupt people.
(men speaking Korean)
Do you have to go to work?
Won't look very
good if I don't, will it?
Oh.
That's too tight.
Trudy, I'm doing this.
Ooh.
- Ouch!
- You're hurting her.
Trudy, I'm having
a rough time here.
You want to cooperate, please?
You got a real way
with yourself, don't you?
Ow!
(crowd cheering)
(truck engine idling)
Minefield!
Come on, boys, bring them out.
(engine revving)
Yeah, get that ladder!
- Yeah!
- Come on!
That'll be good!
(cheering continues)
Drive that thing!
(tires screech)
- Hey!
- (tires screech)
(brakes hiss)
(cheering continues)
(brakes hiss)
You did good, kid.
Go pick up your time card.
Good going, honey.
You know, Spellman, I know
that broad from somewhere.
Now, how?
She's from out West,
you just got out of the joint.
Come on.
Mm-mm-mm.
It'll come back to me.
Funny, I can't
remember that body,
but I'll never forget that face.
What are you doing?
I am going to cook dinner
for you and Father Dowling.
How does Marie do this?
One a half a teaspoon
of A half a cup of
I mean, you need
to be a chemist.
You don't need to cook
dinner, Father Prestwick.
Yes, I do.
I need to make amends for
the terrible thing I've done.
Well, nobody's blaming you.
No, you're all being
very charitable.
But I can see it on your faces.
I mean, I-I'm the one
who let that kidnapper
walk right out the
front door with Marie.
I even helped him.
You didn't do it on purpose.
Oh, that poor woman.
Imagine what she's going
through at this very moment.
I can't bear to think about it.
Father Prestwick
I-I'll never forgive myself.
Well, I think you should.
You haven't done anything wrong.
But I'm the one who open
Look, if I came in and I saw a
guy who looked like a moving guy
and he had a big crate that
said "Bundles for Africa" on it,
I would've thought he was legit.
I-I would've helped him.
You would?
Yeah. So would Frank,
so would anybody.
You just happened to
be the one who came in.
You know, Marie would
be the first one to say
that this is not your fault.
She would?
Yeah, she would.
You're right.
That is exactly what she'd say.
I am going to make you the
best dinner you've ever had.
Can't wait.
Sister Stephanie?
Yeah?
Thank you for this little chat.
I feel much better.
I'm glad, Father Prestwick.
Oh, please Philip.
Phil.
(sighs)
Where are you going?
Justine is up to
something very mysterious
at her computer plant.
As I was leaving, I heard two
of the workers arguing in Korean.
Well, that's a big help.
Ah, you forget, I was
a chaplain in Korea.
(pots clanking)
PRESTWICK: I know I
put that paprika somewhere.
Justine has not been
meeting her payroll,
and one of the
workers is ready to quit,
and the other one says that
the problem will be solved
within the next 24 hours.
Marie's ransom?
Who knows?
But it certainly deserves
another tour of
the computer plant.
(whispers): A private tour.
Let's go.
Oh, Steve, not again.
Frank, it was open.
(tools whirring)
So far, so good.
Mm.
Hey, look at this.
That's not a dollar
sign, but what is it?
That's the symbol for the
rand South African money.
Justine is selling
to South Africa?
That's against federal law.
It's also very profitable.
(speaks Korean)
Uh-oh.
I think we're in trouble.
(speaking Korean)
He wants us to stop.
Well, ignore him.
Okay.
(men shouting in Korean)
♪♪
Oh, Frank!
(Dowling speaks Korean)
STEPHANIE: What'd
you say, Frank?
I told him to take it easy.
(Stephanie repeats Korean)
Father Dowling, I think
you've gone a shade too far.
Well, what do you call selling
computers to South Africa?
And letting your own
company stock go down,
without anyone
becoming suspicious?
(door bangs open)
All right, everyone, freeze!
FBI.
You have the right
to remain silent.
If you give up the right to
remain silent, anything you say
can and will be used
against you in a court of law.
Oh, I-I suppose you're
wondering what we're doing here.
You have the right to
speak to an attorney
and to have an attorney
present during questioning.
I should've let them
haul you in, too.
I begged you to
let us handle this.
Well, at least we know now
that Justine isn't
behind the kidnapping.
Sister, I
Uh, thank you, Sergeant.
We'll always be grateful
for your kindness.
Thank goodness I'm
in at Apaca Van Lines.
Steve, that place
is not for you.
It's dangerous.
Frank, it's the only
hope we've got.
Well, then I better go with you.
Oh, no.
Just to keep an eye on you.
Don't worry, I'll
stay out of sight.
Come on.
♪♪
Shh!
I don't know why you
kicked the habit, Sister,
but if anybody catches you
in here, they'll skin you alive.
Shh! Quiet.
Who are you?
Look, I'm not gonna hurt you.
I'm an ex-con from the
joint over there in Joliet.
You and that priest come
by for a visit, you know?
- Oh, yeah.
- You made a big impression on me.
Look, I gotta get
you out of here.
Come on, let's go.
You again?
JAKE: What now, Sister?
Jake, it's, it's
okay. She's okay.
I'm trying to find out
which of your drivers
kidnapped Marie for you.
For me?
Do you just hire ex-cons
for brownie points, Jake?
I hire them because
I'm a ex-con myself.
I passed some bad
checks a while back.
You know, I really want to
believe you, Jake. I really do.
What about that phone
call you got yesterday
that had you
hightailing it over here?
Well, is there anything
you don't know about?
One of my drivers was
filching from the customers.
Ask Spellman.
Yeah, I believe you.
If you tell me which
one of your drivers
drove truck number 12 yesterday.
(sighs)
Spellman's filing system.
Uh
Dolph drove number 12 yesterday,
but if he did the kidnapping,
they won't even
have to book him.
I'll break his neck first.
I always mix a little
ketchup with my mayonnaise.
Oh, well, Dolph's really
picky about his food.
Besides, his stomach has
been bothering him a lot lately.
He has every
reason to be nervous.
Trudy, he's never
gonna marry you.
You know that, don't you?
Sure he will.
Well, why should he?
You're his housekeeper
already, and you're his lady friend.
Men don't buy what
they can borrow.
Dolph promised me.
As soon as we get this money.
And you believed him?
Well, yeah.
(wry chuckle) You're
making a big mistake, Tru
Huh.
Bologna again?
What's the matter,
you got no imagination?
I thought you liked it.
We had bologna yesterday.
You know, can't we
have a little variety?
You know, salami, maybe?
No, that's too hard
on my stomach.
Cheese.
Cheese would be good.
Wait till you try
the food in jail.
Dolph, can we get
married right away?
Dolph!
Trudy, why are you doing this?
This is a very
tense situation here.
I don't want to talk about
something like that right now.
Look, I want to talk about it.
You know, you're really
getting on my nerves.
You know that?
Where are you going?
To get a decent lunch.
(door opens, then slams shut)
Trudy, now, you're a good
girl at heart, I know that.
For your own sake, as much
as mine, get me out of here.
If you don't go
to jail this time,
you certainly
will the next time.
Hey, Dolph! You
have a phone call.
I'll be there.
Thanks. I'll be back.
HAROLD: We gotta
speed things up.
That priest and the
nun keep sniffing around.
Who knows how
close they're getting.
DOLPH: Fine by me. The old
lady's trashing my home life.
(paper rustling)
It's all there.
Just follow the game plan.
When we phone you,
you release the old lady.
DOLPH: Done.
(car door closes)
DOWLING: That's
Sara from the bank.
(engine starting)
(yawns)
Oh oh!
I should have done
this a long time ago.
- Oh
- You've got to hurry.
- Come with me.
- No.
Trudy, this can only
end badly for you.
Men like Dolph care
for themselves period.
Hurry up and go, please.
(door opening)
Tie her up again.
(gentle piano music playing)
You know, paying
off Dolph in advance
isn't the only odd move
that Junior's made.
From the minute
that will was read,
he and his Miss
Coolidge have acted
in a very desperate fashion.
They arranged to have Marie
kidnapped the next morning,
and they're asking for every
dollar that's in the trust fund.
It's not exactly
low-profile body snatching,
but greed is greed.
Yeah, I just wonder
if that's all it is.
You know something, Steve?
What?
What if they're
trying to stop you
from making any
withdrawal from the fund?
Even the smallest amount.
You think so?
I'm not sure.
(phone ringing)
Father Dowling.
DOLPH: Okay, we do business.
Tomorrow morning.
Tomorrow's Saturday;
the bank's closed.
DOLPH: Work it out.
You'll find a suitcase
in the vestibule
to hold the six mil.
You'll hear from me.
(dial tone droning)
Well?
He left a suitcase
for the ransom.
(indistinct radio transmission)
Okay, that's fine.
(birds chirping)
Six, seven, eight, nine.
Six million.
I appreciate your bringing
the money here, Miss Coolidge.
It seemed a lot safer than
our coming to the bank.
Anything to help, Father.
Oh, we knew you'd feel that way.
(phone ringing)
Now, if you'll just sign
this withdrawal slip.
Oh, that's a lot of zeros.
Hello.
HAROLD: May I ask who's calling?
It's for you, Father.
A very rough voice.
This is Father Dowling.
That dimwit priest
at the rectory said
I could reach you here.
You got the money?
DOWLING: Yes.
DOLPH: Then leave it
under the stairs to the elevator
at the northwest corner
of Wells and Van Buren.
- Everything okay?
- Yes. Yes.
Well, you've been
great, both of you.
I do hope everything
goes smoothly.
- Thank you.
- Good luck.
- Good luck, Father.
- Thank you.
Bye, Harold.
Bye, Sister.
(car engine starting)
And it's all ours.
Look at it.
Finally.
(door opening)
DOWLING: Not quite.
No wonder you paid
off Dolph in advance.
This wouldn't ransom a cat.
Well, there must
be some mistake.
DOWLING: The mistake you made,
Mr. Hemmings, was
demanding every last dime
that was supposed
to be in that trust fund.
Supposed to be, but
you and Miss Sara here
had already embezzled all
of your father's liquid assets.
There is no money in
the trust fund, is there?
You took it and spent it
before your father died.
Well, th-this is all absurd.
Kidnapping Marie was a
clever way clever but cruel
Of stopping Sister Stephanie
from withdrawing anything
from an empty fund.
That money you
brought here today,
that's the bank's
money, isn't it?
And you almost got away with it.
You had my withdrawal
slip for $6 million;
you were gonna put
back the bank's $6 million;
you were almost home free.
Almost.
Harold, I think
we need a lawyer.
Oh, I think that's
good thinking.
Whew!
I made a bargain with Trudy.
She promised to
go back to her family
if I'd use my victim's rights to
get her a suspended sentence.
Well, that's good
bargaining, Marie.
Yeah, thank God
you're safe, Marie.
Say, you folks must be starving.
Oh. (sigh of relief)
Welcome home, Marie.
You must be starving.
My casserole is almost ready.
His casserole? Oh.
Oh! Oh, oh
(Prestwick sighs)
(sniffing)
I think I want to be
kidnapped again.
(Prestwick sighs)