Father Dowling Mysteries (1989) s03e04 Episode Script

WOMAN [SINGING]:
There's a somebody
I'm longing to see
I hope that he turns out to be
Someone who'll watch over me
Oh, there must be some mistake.
It's from Ms. McGuire, Father.
I know I could always be good
To one who'll watch over me
Although he may not be the man
- Some girls think of
as handsome - Hey.
Jillian says we're
here for a celebration.
[CHUCKLES]
- Your friend has a lovely voice, Steve.
- Yeah.
Everyone in the neighborhood thought
that she could have been a big star.
What happened?
Well, she's really close
to a recording contract.
She has bookings everywhere,
San Francisco and Lake Tahoe
and a few years
ago she met a guy
Uh-huh, love at first sight.
Ever since we were kids,
when Jillian falls for a guy she
breaks the pavement, you know?
[CHUCKLES]
Unfortunately he was
married at the time.
Uh-oh.
His wife died a
couple of years ago.
Is he planning on
marrying Jillian?
Good question.
Someone to watch
Over me
[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]
[BAND PLAYING JAZZ MUSIC]
STEVE: You were great.
Hm, Steve, it's so
good that you're here.
- You too, Father, heh.
- Well, what are friends for?
- You look so beautiful.
- Excuse me, uh,
Sister Stephanie?
Jillian's told me so much about
you. I feel we're already friends.
- Yeah. DANIEL: Heh, heh.
- And you must be Father Dowling.
- Mm-hm.
I'm Daniel Trask.
Daniel Trask? The hotel
and airline, Daniel Trask?
Heh, I'm afraid so.
Steve, Daniel's
asked me to marry him.
- Oh! That's so
great, JILLIAN: Ha, ha.
- Jilly, that's wonderful.
- I know.
- I'm so happy for you.
FRANK: Congratulations.
Oh, thank you.
Uh, we want an intimate
wedding, away from the press
and Jillian was hoping you
might perform the service.
STEVE: What about your?
- I'd be delighted.
Excellent.
Um, excuse me, could
I, uh, borrow my fiancée?
Yeah. Okay.
[ALL CHUCKLE]
- See you.
- Congratulations, Jilly.
So great, really.
Father, Sister, I'm James
Palmer. I'm Daniel's best man.
If there's anything I can do
FRANK: Well, thank you,
doctor, I think we can manage.
Oh, I, uh, noticed that your hands
are manicured like a surgeon,
and, uh, you have a caduceus
imprinted on your cufflink.
- You're a very observant man, Father.
- A little hobby of mine.
Oh, Frank, look.
FRANK: Hm?
MAN [OVER SPEAKERPHONE]:
Listen to me, Daniel.
There's a limit to how much
debt your banks can cover.
Now, they know
you're over-leveraged.
Frankly, if they knew how badly,
they wouldn't give you five more
minutes, let alone five months.
[DANIEL CHUCKLES]
Appreciate your efforts, Ed.
I'll keep you apprised.
[PHONE DISCONNECTS]
Serious this time isn't it, Dan?
It's beginning to
look that way, isn't it?
- What are you gonna do?
- I don't know.
The fact is I'm tapped out.
Thank you.
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[DANIEL CHUCKLES]
- I knew I could count on you.
- Hm.
[WOMEN CHATTERING]
I should have gotten the
If you don't hold still I
can't promise anything.
And you take a step back
when you see the groom
move to the kneeler, okay?
And please don't spill
any wax on my shoes.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
STEVE: Don't worry
- Uh-oh.
That could be Daniel.
- I'd better get out of here.
- Come on.
I can't let him see
me. I'm gonna be sick.
You run along to the church.
MARIE: Oh.
Wait until you see
what I've arranged.
[MARIE SIGHS]
The perfect fundraiser
for St. Michael's Church.
Oh, not now, Father, please.
The bishop wants each parish
to take charge of local fundraising,
and, Father, because of
our special relationship,
I have permission to organize the
pilot project here at St. Michael's.
Here's my idea.
Bingo.
- Bingo in a church. What a thought.
- Heh, heh.
- Uh, Father.
- Not just bingo, Marie. Super bingo.
- With super prizes.
- Philip, please.
- Televisions, stereos,
VCRs, STEVE: Frank.
And all donated by one of the
community's wealthiest businessmen.
- Oh, it sounds just
wonderful, Father, - Heh, heh.
But I can't talk to you now. I've
got a wedding I have to perform.
Marie, would you see if Father
Prestwick would like a little snack?
Snack? Thanks, Marie.
[CHUCKLING]
[TICKING]
[CRYING]
Children, put out the candles.
Jillian, I think we should
go back to the rectory, hm?
Yeah.
PALMER: Jillian.
Jim, what happened?
Where's Daniel?
This morning we were, uh
We were up north and the,
uh, damn truck lost a wheel.
- Daniel wanted to fix it. I I, uh
- Where is he?
Daniel had a heart attack.
And I did everything I
could but the nearest town
JILLIAN: Where's Daniel?
PALMER: Jillian, I'm, uh
I'm sorry.
Daniel's dead.
[GASPING]
MAN: In light of certain
recent financial reversals,
the bulk of Mr. Trask's estate,
which according to the terms of his will,
would have been
inherited by Ms. McGuire,
his long-term companion,
instead has been
forced into receivership.
Now, that leaves the inheritance, after
the sale of the house and furnishings
to pay appropriate taxes and probate,
with a net negative financial balance.
- You mean there's no money?
- There's none.
STEVE: But he was so rich.
- He owned hotels, yachts, airlines.
Excuse me, Father. His bank
owned hotels, yachts, and airlines.
Mr. Trask merely made
the payments on them.
Now, there are two bequests that
remain unaffected by this bankruptcy.
Dr. Palmer,
according to the will,
Mr. Trask made you a personal
loan in the amount of $200,000.
That loan is hereby forgiven
and need not be repaid.
Now, Ms. McGuire, the will
directs that I give you this.
To quote Mr. Trask in his own words
in the will, "A last token of his love."
Excuse me.
Jillian, if there's
anything I can do
You're his girl, right?
Am I right? When I'm
right, I'm right, am I right?
- That all depends. Who are you?
STEVE: This is Ricky Dupree, Frank.
He runs a floating casino on the
South Side, among other things.
Oh, how come you're
so well-informed, Sister?
Mr. Dupree, in my neighborhood,
guys like you were as common as rats.
I like you. I'm not
sure why, but I do.
Just what is it you
want, Mr. Dupree?
Before your boyfriend
conveniently checked out,
he managed to
lose $500,000 to me.
I know what you're gonna say,
how could I let him get
into me for so much money?
Well, he was Daniel Trask, after
all, so I kept extending him credit.
This is what I get for being so gullible.
I had to come here, humiliate myself,
and in your time of grief I have to tell
you if you don't come with the money
- Relax, all right?
- You don't owe this man anything.
Excuse me. Excuse me. I
know Trask had money stashed.
All I want is what's
mine, Father.
Fair is fair, n'est-ce pas?
MORGAN: Why don't
you give it a rest, Dupree?
Hey, what brings your flat feet
to this side of town, Morgan?
That's the beauty of the law.
Everybody gets protection.
All right.
Pet cop or no pet cop,
you owe me, all right?
I'm Father Frank Dowling
and this is Sister Stephanie,
- we're from St. Michael's.
- Ed Morgan, Father, Sister.
What did he mean, pet cop?
We've never met, Ms. McGuire,
but, uh, Mr. Trask had me keep
an eye on you a couple of times.
- You followed me?
- Well, strictly for your own protection.
Of course, I helped out
Mr. Trask a couple of times.
Uh, Mr. Trask and I
had an arrangement.
- Would you know if that still holds?
- What?
MORGAN: Well, we
don't have to talk now.
Let's just say I can do
for you what I did for him,
and in return maybe
you can do for me.
You didn't know anything
about this, did you?
Father, I swear.
He had half a million
dollars in gambling debts
and he dealt with a crooked cop.
Steve, I know
what you're thinking.
When it comes to men, Jillian
McGuire's a magnet for losers.
No, Jilly, that's
not what I meant.
But Daniel once told me that
he'd always take care of me.
- And he did.
- Tsk, Jillian, he died broke.
[JILLIAN SIGHS]
No, he didn't.
And if you guys come to the bank
with me tomorrow, I'll show you.
JILLIAN: A few months ago,
Daniel had me rent a
safety-deposit box in my name
with him as the co-signer.
Every week he gave
me deposits to make.
Cash deposits?
I made the last deposit
about a week ago.
Daniel said that if
That if anything ever happened
to him that the money in this box
would take care of me
for the rest of my life.
Well, just how much
cash is in there?
I'm not sure. Maybe 2 million.
So you see, Steve,
Daniel really did love me.
JILLIAN: Oh, no.
I've been robbed.
I've been robbed.
Thank you.
Your safe-deposit box was
checked out this morning at 10:45
and returned at 10:50.
Well, that means whoever
took the money must have done it
just before we got here.
But Daniel and I were the only
ones authorized to open that box.
Jillian.
This is the sign-out
card you just used.
And you'll notice that yours is the
only signature on this side of the card.
Now, look at the bottom
signature on the other side,
made almost a half-hour ago.
- I don't understand.
STEVE: Daniel Trask.
The signature at the bottom
and the one on the top
I noticed that myself, Steve.
They're close enough to
pass a superficial inspection,
but they really
don't quite match.
The bank officer said a man
signed that card "Daniel Trask."
Since she's never
seen Daniel by sight,
she went by the signature
and the fact that he had a key.
A key? How could he have a key?
Jillian, every safe-deposit
box has at least three keys,
two for the customer,
one for the bank.
And when you opened
that little onyx box
that Mr. Olsen gave you, we all
saw that there was only one key.
Steve, what's going on?
I don't know, Jilly.
We're gonna find out.
Let's get you home. I'll
arrange for Daniel's funeral.
There won't be a funeral.
Dr. Palmer took care
of everything last night.
Daniel was cremated
this morning.
[SIGHS]
I still say we should
call the police, Frank.
What are we gonna
tell them, Steve, hm?
That someone signed a dead man's
name to a safe-deposit box card? No.
We only have Jillian's word
that there was ever anything in
that box, never mind the $2 million.
Yeah, but Jillian had a list of serial
numbers. Didn't she give it to you?
Yes, but until we have the money it's
just a list, it doesn't prove anything.
Frank, Jillian gave up
everything for Daniel Trask.
That money belongs to her,
and there's gotta be something
that we can do. She needs us.
Well, apparently Ricky Dupree
knew about that safe-deposit box.
Yeah, and that cop
Morgan could have too,
and Dr. Palmer could have
gotten the key from Trask's body.
Steve, any one of them could
have passed themselves off as Trask
at the bank since the bank
clerk had never met him.
So we have three suspects,
Frank. Who do we check out first?
[SIGHS]
Palmer's appointment book.
You know, if Dr. Palmer was
seeing his patients at 10:45
when someone was robbing
the safe-deposit box downtown,
then he couldn't have
taken Jillian's money.
We need to take
a look at that book.
WOMAN: Father Dowling?
- The doctor will see
you. FRANK: Thank you.
[FRANK CLEARS THROAT]
Is there something
I can help you with?
Um, yeah. Insurance forms.
What seems to be the trouble?
Oh, just the usual aches and
pains that you get at my age.
Sister Stephanie thought it might
be a good idea to come and see you.
Lucky I had a
cancellation this afternoon.
Oh, heh, you sure
are busy, doctor.
I was amazed to find out
that you were able to take the time to
go up north the other day with Daniel.
I needed Daniel's opinion
on a piece of property.
Hm.
You and Mr. Trask were
very close, weren't you?
Since college.
Of course, you knew
about his heart condition.
Of course.
Congenital
weakness of the aorta.
Hm.
Odd that he never told Jillian.
All the time they
spent together,
she says he never
said one word about it.
Daniel didn't like admitting
any kind of weakness.
Naturally I couldn't
tell her about it myself.
Naturally.
Forgive me for asking, doctor,
but if you were in so
much debt to Mr. Trask,
why was he helping
you buy property?
I'm not sure that's
any of your business.
I'm not sure it is either.
Actually, the property
was undervalued.
I was gonna have Daniel
co-sign the note to the lender,
then resell the property
and pay him back.
FRANK: Hm.
Daniel was my
best friend, Father.
Nothing can make
up for his loss.
- Hm. Ah?
- Ah.
Ahh.
So you run this office
all by yourself, huh?
Must take a lot of work.
No, all it takes is a
little organization, Sister.
Oh, I wish I could
get organized.
Father Dowling's always running
around, I can never keep track of him.
So how do you do it?
How do you keep track
of, um, checkups and reminders
to patients, that kind of thing?
Well, we use, uh, two
appointment books.
Oh, no kidding? Can I see?
Yeah, sure, here. See,
this one's for reminders.
Uh-huh. And then this one is
for the actual appointments?
- Right.
- Yeah, look at that.
Well, that's great. Thank you.
Thanks. I'll have to get one of these.
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
With a little calorie counting, you
don't have a thing to worry about.
By the way, when you
arranged for his cremation,
what did you do with
Daniel's personal belongings?
- What do you mean?
- Well, did you happen to find a key
in his clothing, a
safe-deposit box key?
If I did, I gave it to Jillian, along
with the rest of Daniel's things.
Mm-hm.
PALMER: Keep an
eye on him, Sister.
I checked the book, Frank.
Palmer canceled all his appointments
this morning. He wasn't here.
Maybe he's taking another loan.
Maybe this one for $2 million.
[ELEVATOR DINGS]
Get rid of this.
[CLATTERING]
Are you sure you know
how to work that thing?
Nothing to it.
The man at the rental shop
was quite clear in his directions.
Father Prestwick,
what are you doing?
Oh, I'm sorry, Father Dowling.
Marie and I are just ironing
out a few technical difficulties.
Trying to figure
out how to run it.
I'm sure I'll have everything under
control by tomorrow afternoon.
Tomorrow afternoon?
That's supposed to be the
Super Bingo Game, Father.
It's going to be quite an event. St.
Michael's is giving out more prizes
worth more money than any other
bingo game in Chicago church history.
Hm, just where are you getting
these prizes from, Father?
A generous donation
from a faithful parishioner.
He'll be dropping some prizes off at
the church basement tomorrow morning.
The bishop himself
might even attend.
I happen to know
he needs a new VCR.
And I can't, for the life of me, figure
out what is wrong with this machine.
FRANK: Hm.
It isn't plugged in.
Oh. Thank you, Marie.
Ah, there we go.
[PHILIP GRUNTS]
And here we go.
It just needs a
little fine-tuning.
Oh, for heaven's sake.
Try turning it off.
- Looks like somebody hit the
jackpot. PHILIP: Oh, thanks, Marie.
- Sister.
- Sorry.
- Frank.
- Hm?
I just got off the phone with a
friend who runs a book downtown.
I figured he'd know
where to find Ricky Dupree.
- Does he?
- Yeah.
He says he runs a casino in
a warehouse over on Wabash.
So, what do you think,
Frank, you feel lucky?
MARIE: You pick them up, then.
[FRANK SIGHS]
Won't they think it a
little odd that we're here?
It doesn't matter
what they think, Frank.
Besides, they don't care
whose money they take.
Yeah.
[DOORBELL BUZZES]
FRANK: Uh, Marty sent us here.
CROUPIER: Place your bets.
FRANK: If Ricky
Dupree stole $2 million
from Jillian's safe-deposit box,
he's certainly in the right
business to launder her money.
Ricky's probably got the
money in his safe, Frank.
All that means is
you've got to win enough
so that Ricky's gotta
pay you out of his safe.
And we'll check the serial numbers,
and if they match, then he's the thief.
I don't know about
this gambling, Steve.
Oh, Frank, it's not
gambling, it's a sure thing.
See, my uncle Henry taught
me how to wire a magnet
to rig a roulette wheel
when I was 9 years old.
His idea of a party game.
- Are you sure that thing will work?
- Absolutely. And stop worrying.
I'd feel a lot safer if we
hadn't visited dear Uncle Henry
- in Joliet last Christmas.
- Look, just trust me, all right?
All you gotta do is go in
and keep betting double zero.
- I'll do the rest.
- Yeah.
CROUPIER: All bets
down. No more bets.
Excuse me.
Sorry, Sister. You sure
you should be here?
Yeah. Are you?
FRANK: Five dollars
on double zero please.
CROUPIER: All right, sir.
Frank.
[WHISPERING] Stop.
Don't.
Yeah, but this thing. I
didn't get a chance to put
CROUPIER: Double
zero wins. Pay off 35 to 1.
- Place your bets.
- Frank.
Again.
CROUPIER: No more bets.
CROWD: Ooh.
CROUPIER: Double
zero wins again.
Place your bets.
[INTERCOM BEEPS]
Yeah?
MAN: You better get out here.
There's a guy taking
down the place at roulette.
What? All right.
[LOCK CLICKING]
Let it ride.
Uh Sure you
wanna do that, Father?
You walk away right now, you've
got almost 7 grand, free and clear.
Buys a lot of prayer books.
How much if I win?
Two hundred and fourteen
thousand, three seventy-five.
I'll walk away.
For 100,000 in cash.
Spin it.
CROUPIER: Place your bets.
STEVE [IN NORMAL
VOICE]: What happened?
I lost 5 dollars.
Come on, Frank. I mean,
look on the bright side.
Since the serial
numbers don't match,
at least we know that Dupree
doesn't have Jillian's $2 million.
We can take him off the list.
Yeah, but that still leaves
Dr. Palmer and Lt. Morgan.
[PHONE RINGING]
St. Michael's Rectory.
JILLIAN [OVER
PHONE]: Father Dowling?
Jillian? What is
it? What's wrong?
Dr. Palmer.
He's dead.
[DOOR OPENS]
And I'm in trouble.
Hey, Kevin.
STEVE: Jillian,
are you all right?
[JILLIAN SIGHS]
They've accused me
of killing Dr. Palmer.
Well, you're still entitled to bail,
and you're innocent until proven guilty.
Yeah, we're gonna
help you. Right, Frank?
Of course we are.
Uh, look, I'll be
along in a minute.
Come here.
Coffee?
You wanna know what we've got?
If it doesn't
compromise your case.
Father, my case
is open-and-shut.
Palmer's lying dead
with a knife in his heart.
Jillian's on the scene. That's
your means and opportunity.
- Daniel Trask's fortune is your motive.
- Oh, heh.
Come on, lieutenant,
you don't believe that.
Jillian McGuire
is a decent girl,
and Trask wasn't the
rich man everyone thought.
Yeah. It must have been
quite a shock to both of them.
- Both of them?
- Jillian and Palmer.
They're both in Trask's will, and
together they planned Trask's murder.
Palmer takes him out
into the boonies, kills him,
cremates the body
to avoid an autopsy.
Then they can settle back
and share the Trask fortune.
And surprise, surprise, no
fortune. Just the 2 million bucks cash
that Jillian says was
in the safe-deposit box.
Palmer gets greedy
and grabs the cash.
We found the deposit
box key on him.
And Jillian goes to get
her share and they argue.
The rest is history.
What's the matter, Father.
Too bitter for your taste?
PHILIP: There you go.
Heh, heh, that's right.
Yeah, straight ahead, second
door on your right. Careful.
Marie, what is all this?
They're prizes for Father
Prestwick's Super Bingo Game.
Oh.
You know, Father, with
all those TVs and VCRs,
the church basement is beginning to
look like a discount electronics store.
I've been practicing. You know we
could use a new TV in the rectory.
PHILIP: Father Dowling?
I've been looking all over for you. I
want you to meet Horace Johnson.
He's our bingo prize benefactor.
Oh, Mr. Johnson, you're
a very generous man.
I've received so much
from this community, Father.
All I want to do is
give a little bit back.
[STEVE WHISTLES]
Oh, excuse me, please.
PHILIP: Oh, uh, just a
second, Father Dowling.
I wanna get your
opinion on our sign.
HORACE: Heh, heh. PHILIP: Oh!
Get the Thank you,
Horace. Heh, heh, thank you.
Oh, well, I'm sure you don't
want my opinion, Father.
Oh, please?
Well, uh,
it says it all, doesn't it?
Yes. Yes it does.
[PHILIP CHUCKLES]
Frank, listen to this.
Tell Father Frank
what you just told me.
Last night, while I was getting
ready for bed, somebody called.
It was a woman.
- Did you recognize the voice?
- No.
She said that if I wanted to
know what happened to the money
in Daniel's deposit box
that I would have to meet her
at Dr. Palmer's
office in 15 minutes.
She also said
that if I told the
police or anybody else,
I'd never know what
really happened to Daniel.
What does she mean,
what happened to Daniel?
Lt. Morgan thinks that, uh, Daniel
was murdered by Dr. Palmer.
Oh, my God.
Jillian, he also suspects that
you and Palmer did it together.
- Oh, Frank, that's ridiculous.
- I know.
I didn't.
I couldn't.
I loved him.
When you went to
Palmer's office, he was dead.
Did you notice any sign that
someone might have broken into it?
No, the door was open.
Steve, what am I gonna do?
Well, I think you should stay
here for a little while, all right?
I had Marie make up
the spare bedroom.
You just go on and get
some rest. Okay? Go on.
Just open the door.
Steve, I think we should go
and take a look at Palmer's office.
Whoever really murdered him might
have left a clue that the police missed.
Come on.
FRANK: Somebody
broke the police tape.
Working overtime?
Oh, heh.
Father, you startled me.
Sorry.
Does Lt. Morgan know you're
going through Dr. Palmer's files?
What?
Oh. Oh, no, heh, this
isn't what you think.
Uh, Dr. Palmer told me to
get rid of this file yesterday.
Why didn't you?
Well, it's Dr. Palmer's
file on Daniel Trask.
Mr. Trask just died,
and I thought if there
were legal questions
and I was the one
who destroyed the file
Anyway, I didn't wanna get
involved. I was just putting it back.
Have you been
talking with Lt. Morgan?
Oh, we discussed the case.
Why, is anything wrong?
Well, uh, I saw him parked
outside yesterday, when I left.
I don't think that he
knew that I saw him,
but, uh, I saw him
go into the building.
Lt. Morgan was here?
Don't tell him I said so.
I don't want him
coming after me.
Claudia, do you think
that, uh, Lt. Morgan had anything
to do with Dr. Palmer's death?
I didn't say that.
And I won't testify to it.
I'm sorry.
- Frank, - Hm?
She thinks that
Morgan killed Palmer.
Well, sure. I mean,
Morgan and Daniel Trask
had some kind of
business deal, right?
Somehow Morgan got ahold of
Trask's safety-deposit box key.
Then Trask dies. Morgan goes in,
clears out the box, then he kills Palmer
to frame Jillian and
gets away with $2 million.
- Hm.
- It makes perfect sense.
It certainly is the theory.
Particularly since Daniel Trask
had no history of heart trouble.
Well, Lt. Morgan is just about
the only suspect we have left.
Uh, lieutenant, there is still
something that is bothering me
about Dr. Palmer's death.
Father, I got 10 minutes
before I go off duty.
Can this wait until tomorrow?
Oh, well, I thought
police were like priests.
None of us are
ever really off duty.
MORGAN: What do you wanna know?
FRANK: Well, first of all,
how did you manage
to arrive at the scene
only a few minutes
after Palmer's death?
MORGAN: Before your
friend could get away?
Hey, I'd love to be able to tell
you that it was a combination
of great instinct and
brilliant police work,
but the truth is I got
an anonymous tip.
- From a woman?
- No, a man.
Disguised voice.
Well, doesn't that
strike you as a bit odd?
Sure, but everything
about police work is odd.
The point is we've got Jillian
McGuire for Palmer's murder
and we can make it
stick. Father, would you?
Uh, well, just
tell me this, then.
What were you doing yesterday
afternoon outside of Palmer's office?
What are you talking about? I
wasn't near Palmer's office yesterday.
The door, Father.
Huh?
[ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS]
MAN [ON RECORDING]:
We have to talk.
This isn't going
the way we planned.
Now some of the others want out.
Bring the paperwork and
we'll meet at my place.
[ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS]
- He's up to something, all right.
- Hm.
Come on.
MAN 1: Come on, get
it, get it. WOMAN: Whoa!
Ow.
MAN 2: Sorry.
[FRANK GASPS]
- Don't look, Steve.
- Frank. I'm all right.
You don't have to snoop around,
Father. We have nothing to hide.
JILLIAN: Lt. Morgan is a nudist?
Apparently there was
some kind of an arrangement
between Daniel and
Morgan's nudist group.
Daniel leased them exclusive
use of a secluded wing
of one of his resort hotels
during the summertime,
and in return Lt. Morgan moonlighted
certain kinds of security for him.
But when he approached
me after Daniel died
Well, he just wanted to find out if
you would continue the arrangement.
So he's not crooked.
Well-tanned, yes, crooked, no.
FRANK: Hm. JILLIAN:
But Dr. Palmer's nurse
- Claudia Marshall.
- She saw Morgan
at Palmer's office
yesterday afternoon.
Yesterday afternoon Lt.
Morgan was at a travel agency
trying to find a new
resort for his group.
Yeah, and he's got a briefcase full
of travel brochures to prove it too.
So the police will say that
I'm the only suspect left.
You don't really think I
did it, do you, Father?
Jillian, the only crime
you ever committed
was giving your trust to
men who didn't deserve it.
Your only victim was yourself.
You got the address?
Yeah. I called the
Chicago Nurses Registry.
JILLIAN: Palmer's
nurse? STEVE: Uh-huh.
FRANK: She lied about
seeing Morgan yesterday.
Maybe we should find out why.
- Bye. JILLIAN: Thank you.
See you later.
STEVE: Claudia's at 7050
Foster, apartment number 24.
That should be in this block.
Frank, Claudia couldn't
have taken Jillian's money.
A man signed it out at the
bank. Now, the only men suspects
that we've had are Dupree,
who we cleared already.
Uh, Palmer, who is dead, and
Morgan, who was off getting a tan.
I think we're barking up the
wrong tree, Frank. I really do.
Maybe not. There she is.
- Steve, Steve.
- What?
We're never gonna catch her.
[CAR DOOR CLOSES]
She's got a lot
of luggage, Frank.
Wherever she's going,
she's not coming back.
FRANK: Yeah, but
how we gonna find her?
Got an idea. Do
you have a quarter?
- Here.
- Thanks.
What?
Hello, Loop Taxi? Yeah,
we were expecting a cab
for Claudia Marshall about
an hour ago, where is it?
Oh, you did? Are you sure?
Well, can I have the
destination, please?
Yes, it's very important.
All right, thank you
very much. Let's go.
That suitcase looks
like the perfect size
to carry $2 million,
wouldn't you say, Frank?
I would say you're
right on the money.
So Dr. Palmer must have killed Trask
and stolen the money after all, Frank.
And then Claudia killed
Palmer to have it all for herself.
No, Steve. Palmer
didn't kill Daniel.
Jim Palmer was Daniel's friend.
But Palmer's choice of friends was
as poor as Jillian's choice of lovers.
STEVE: Who's she
waiting for, Frank?
The one person
we never suspected.
[GRUNTS]
- It's Daniel Trask.
- Shh.
Alive and well.
- You brought the money?
- It's in the plane, darling.
DANIEL: I knew
could count on you.
FRANK: Steve, this is crazy.
STEVE: Put on your seatbelt.
I'm getting us out of here.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
STEVE: Do you see him,
Frank? What's he doing?
- He's following us, Steve.
- Frank, just hang on, okay?
He's gaining on us, Steve!
Hang on.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
Steve!
COP: All right, let's
go. Hands on the hood.
Well, I must say I'm
impressed. Nice work, Steve.
I think I know what happened.
Daniel faked his own
death with Dr. Palmer's help.
And then Palmer must have
shown another body to the coroner,
then had it cremated before
the switch was noticed.
And then Daniel killed Palmer
and framed Jillian for the murder.
Well, we can go back now, Steve.
Steve?
It's easy for you to say, Frank.
Where did you
learn to fly, anyway?
Who said I knew how to fly?
[CHATTERING]
Marie, what happened?
Well, Father, Father Prestwick
almost got himself arrested.
- Arrested? For what?
- Receiving stolen goods, Father.
Meet Horace Johnson,
a.k.a. Half-Price Harry.
Highest-volume dealer in
hot goods this side of Detroit.
- He's a fence.
- You got that right.
Harry must have been tipped when
we had his regular place staked out,
so the last couple of days,
thanks to Father Prestwick,
he's been doing business
out of your church basement.
Father Dowling, I
swear, I didn't know.
MORGAN: It might have
gone on for a couple of weeks
if I hadn't spotted Harry
at your bingo game.
Father, I came by to, uh, ask
if you'd keep what you saw
this afternoon strictly on the QT.
Father Dowling,
this is a disaster.
How am I going to
explain this to the bishop?
Explain what? Oh, Philip.
How shrewd of you to help the
lieutenant to capture Mr. Johnson.
- Right, lieutenant?
- Right!
Let's go.
Oh.
I won that last game, you know.
Does this mean I
don't get a prize?
Marie, you and I have
had a very difficult day.
Let's you and I go have a
glass of Father Dowling's sherry.
Oh, all right.
Steve told me about Daniel.
I was really set up, wasn't I?
- Well, he set everyone up, Jilly.
- Yeah.
But I trusted him.
- I won't let that happen
anymore. FRANK: Jillian,
give your trust to the people you know
and get to know the people you trust.
- That's nice.
- Yeah. Who said that?
That's the Nudist
Association's motto.
- Frank.
- Well, if it isn't, it should be.
[STEVE CHUCKLES]