Father Dowling Mysteries (1989) s03e16 Episode Script

Uh, excuse me. Why
are we stopping here?
I said I wanted to go
to St. Michael's Church.
This is the end
of the line, Father.
[GUNSHOT]
Marie, are they here?
Father Dowling is
upstairs on the telephone
with that couple going to
be married on Saturday.
Sister Stephanie is
helping me make up
No. No, no, not them. Our
visitors from out of town.
Nobody's here yet.
I hope your guests don't
mind sleeping on cots.
Monsignor MacElroy and the
others are very spiritual men, Marie.
Uh-huh.
Why can't they be
spiritual in a hotel?
No, no, Marie.
You have no idea how
difficult it was to arrange this.
The bishop wanted them
to stay at the Diocesan Hall.
But you had a better idea.
That's right, Sister Stephanie.
I arranged for them to stay
right here at St. Michael's.
What a marvelous
example of everyday humility.
The four winners of the
bishop's Catholic Service Medal
roughing it in a
common parish rectory.
You'd better not let Marie hear
you calling her rectory common.
Oh, no, I just mean common in
the sense of, you know, ordinary.
I think you'd better quit
while you're ahead, Phil.
What's with the camera?
Oh, I'm going to be
videotaping the entire event.
It's going to be
kind of a, um
Kind of a
Oh. Sister, do you know
anything about these things?
I know you've gotta
take the lens cap off, Phil.
Huh? Oh.
Ha-ha-ha. There you are.
Heh. Thank you.
Phil, what are you doing?
He-he-he. His Excellency thought
this would make a
fine video documentary
for the diocesan
cable network, Frank.
This was the bishop's idea?
Hmm, not exactly.
But he did say that he
wouldn't be opposed to it.
These are priests
of excellence, Frank.
Two missionaries, an
archeologist, and a Vatican diplomat.
These are four men
who have given service
on an extraordinary
scale, Frank.
Four men who have never settled
for the crushing
mediocrity of parish life.
- Phil.
- What?
Oh.
Heh, Father Dowling, I didn't
mean to imply I was referring to
[KNOCKS ON DOOR]
They're here.
PHIL: Day one, the prizewinners
assemble for tea in the rectory.
PIKE: I wish I could
inspire that kind of loyalty.
Some of our
volunteer physicians,
they can't wait to
finish their residencies
and get home to the States.
STEVE: Operating a clinic in the
bush must be quite a challenge, Father.
It's not easy, Sister, but
the work is its own reward.
Every day is life and death.
I understand where you are in Africa,
there's not another city for 800 miles.
I read the article about you in
the Catholic Leadership Quarterly.
A man can run there for hours
without ever passing a single car.
And that is heaven, indeed.
STEVE: It sure sounds like it.
Do you run, Sister?
When I have the time.
Which isn't very often.
How about you?
- Every morning, rain
or shine. STEVE: Mm.
Uh, don't pay any
attention to me.
We're trying not to, Phil.
MACELROY: What
about you, Father Crisp?
Do you get much exercise
scrambling around
those mountains in Peru?
Heh. I spend most of
my time in museums.
Studying post-Colombian
artwork among native Indian tribes.
Father Dowling has been
doing his homework on all of you.
Just a little research
at the library.
I read your paper
in Archeology Today.
CRISP: I'm flattered.
I wonder where Peter is?
Be nice to see a familiar face.
Father Baker and I were
roommates at St. Francis Seminary.
FRANK: He should be here by now.
If you'll excuse me, I'll try and
shed a little light on the subject.
FRANK: Phil?
- Don't look into the camera, Frank.
Where's Father Baker?
I don't know. He's supposed to
be on the 8:00 train from Pittsburgh.
Well, maybe we'd
better call the station
and find out if his
train has been delayed.
[SIGHS]
Oh, I have to do that.
[PHIL SIGHS]
As the bishop's representative.
Sister Stephanie, hold
this. Don't touch anything.
I'll be right back.
- You okay, Frank?
- Hmm.
You feeling crushingly mediocre?
[FRANK SIGHS]
Our visitors have done some
very important work, Steve.
Well, so have you.
Next to them, what
have I accomplished?
Are you kidding?
St. Michael's wouldn't be St.
Michael's without you, Frank.
- I never knew you had these doubts.
- I don't.
Not usually.
But I've never had four winners
of the Catholic Service Medal
in my rectory before either.
What's wrong, Phil?
Something happen
to Father Baker's train?
I just spoke to
the stationmaster.
They found Father
Baker a few minutes ago,
two blocks from Union Station.
What do you mean they found him?
Frank, Father Baker is dead.
That's Peter.
Father Crisp, would you
like to say a last blessing?
I can't. I'm sorry.
Father, would you?
[SIGHS]
May the Almighty bless you
in the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
Clancy, what happened?
His wallet's empty.
His pockets were turned
out, and his luggage is gone.
The way it lays out, your
friend was walking down DeKalb,
probably looking for a cab, when
a mugger braced him with a gun.
Oh, my God.
Father Baker resisted
or he didn't hand over
his cash fast enough.
Whatever happened,
the mugger panicked,
the gun went off.
That was no panic shot, sergeant.
The bullet went right through his heart.
So?
So if it was a robbery,
why didn't the mugger
take his seminary ring.
It's solid gold?
Maybe the killer
didn't have time, Frank.
Maybe it was a murder
made to look like a mugging.
You never stop playing
detective, do you, Frank?
Clancy, why don't you just
listen to what he has to say?
[SIGHS]
Murder or mugging, let's just
let the coroner decide, okay?
Murder? That doesn't
make any sense.
Peter was a saint.
Who'd wanna kill him?
[ENGINE STARTS]
Ugh!
[POLICE CHATTERING]
Looks like a hit and run to me.
Well, what about Father Baker?
That was supposed to be a mugging.
You're right, Sister. I
don't believe it either.
Well, it could have
been a coincidence.
Man running in an
unfamiliar neighborhood,
crosses into traffic.
Well, couldn't it?
Excuse me for a moment.
You've got that look on
your face again, Frank.
Clancy, these tire tracks
go through a brand
new patch of asphalt,
and then they swerve over
here on the opposite lane
right to where
Father Pike was hit.
So, what does that prove?
Well, it proves this killing
was no accidental hit and run.
That driver deliberately
swerved over here
to run down Father Pike.
Clancy, someone is trying to
kill the priests of St. Michael's,
and any one of us could be next.
This is terrible.
I have just come
from the Diocesan Hall.
The bishop is terribly upset
about Father Pike's death.
- Was it a hit and run?
- Officially.
Unofficially it
looks like murder.
Oh, Lord, another one?
Somebody is going
around killing priests,
and Father Dowling
could be next.
You could be next, Phil.
Me? Why me?
You've got a collar on
and you're at St. Michael's,
and apparently
that's all it takes.
Oh, no.
I've alerted the
departmental task force.
They're running a search of
all state and federal databases,
looking for known criminally
insane with an anticlerical bias.
Now, if you'll excuse
me, I'd better get going.
Clancy, I still think these
killings are too methodical
to be the work of a psychotic.
Frank, you're not an
expert on psychotics.
Neither am I. Let's just leave it
to the special investigators, okay?
You wouldn't reconsider
staying out of sight?
I have obligations. I'm not gonna
close down the parish just because
Just because there's
a killer running around,
and you could be
the next victim, Frank.
You know, she's got a point.
What about Monsignor
MacElroy and Father Crisp?
- Where are they?
- At the bishop's press conference.
They'll be back here for lunch.
When you see them,
tell them to be careful.
Yeah.
What would you say to a police
guard on the rectory, Frank?
I'd say not, but
thanks, anyway, Clancy.
- Oh, watch out for him, Sister.
- I'll try.
- So, what's the next step, Frank?
- Next step is we get our coats.
Phil, wouldn't your film be
more interesting with people in it?
Ha, ha.
I'm trying to establish a
symbiotic context, Frank.
That is the
revelation of character
through an analysis
of inanimate objects.
Some people call it snooping.
Goodbye, Phil.
If we assume that Pike's
killer was waiting for him,
he would have had to park his car
where he'd have a view of the rectory.
- Hey, Frank, look.
- Hmm?
Dry.
It rained last night.
Whoever was smoking
these cigarettes arrived here
after the rain stopped.
Looks like he was
smoking for quite a while.
The killer saw Father
Pike start his run,
he tossed his cigarette, and
he sped through the intersection.
So we're looking for a hit and
run chain-smoker with an oil leak.
That narrows it down, Frank.
We need a witness.
Let's try ringing
some doorbells.
STEVE: Last house on the block.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Good morning.
I'm Father Dowling from
St. Michael's Church.
- This is Sister Stephanie.
- Hi.
Do you have a moment, please?
We were wondering
if, by any chance,
you saw a guy sitting in a
car this morning, smoking?
Right over there.
[SPEAKING IN POLISH]
Heh. Let's get back
to the rectory, Steve.
Sorry to bother you.
[SPEAKING IN POLISH]
[SPEAKS IN POLISH]
- Um, taxi.
- Taxi.
Tak, Loop Taxi.
[SPEAKING IN POLISH]
Steve, you never told me
you could speak Polish.
Well, Grandma
taught me a few words.
Grandpa taught me a few too,
but you can't say them in public.
Frank, she said she saw the guy.
He was sitting in a Loop Taxi
over there and he was smoking.
Father Pike was
killed by a cabby.
Father, don't you have any
other duties at the diocese?
No, no. Until the
awards ceremony,
you and Father Crisp
are my top priorities.
Speaking of Father Crisp
He had an appointment
at the Field Museum.
Something to do with
archeology. Lucky man.
[SIGHS]
Father, I'm going to read now.
Oh, good. Good.
Fine.
Don't mind me.
Uh-huh.
You're sure?
Okay, thanks a lot.
Loop Taxi did not have any
one of their drivers pick up a fare
- near St. Michael's.
- You know, Frank, I was thinking
No. Whatever it is, no.
- But, Frank
- I don't want you taking any chances.
CRISP: What chances?
Is this about the madman who
killed Peter and Father Pike?
Well, to be honest with you, Father,
I'm not sure it's about anything yet.
Father Dowling, I
thought I heard your voice.
An aid just called from
the nursing home for you.
FRANK: Judith Flynn?
- She's in a bad way.
The family asked if
you'd come and see her.
- A friend of yours, Father?
- An old friend.
Judith was one of the people
that made me feel welcome
when I first came
to St. Michael's.
We knew this was
coming, but even so
At least I can offer
her last anointment.
Thanks, Marie.
- Steve?
- Yes, Frank?
Whatever you're
thinking of doing, don't.
Hi, is this Loop Taxi?
Hi. Um, I was wondering
if you had any openings
for a new driver?
CABBY: You're losing your touch.
Listen up.
Guys. Oskowski.
- Oskowski, guys.
- Hi.
She's driving 4 to
midnight. Give her a break.
- Anyone got an extra quarter?
- Yeah.
- Did my best.
- Thanks.
Hi.
Hi. How you doing?
You're a kid.
I know my way around.
- She knows her way around.
- Better than you.
Prove it.
Drake Hotel to the airport?
Michigan Avenue,
right on Ontario.
If the expressway's jammed,
take the service road
behind Terminal B.
Soldier's Field to
the Oakbrook Mall?
White to Congress, all the way.
Memorial Hospital to Evanston?
Outer Drive, dead end
to Hollywood Avenue.
Take a right on Sheridan.
Sheridan?
Yeah, they're just about
finished with the new sewer.
Pretty good.
- What else do you know?
- All the rules.
Never pick up a
passenger in the rain.
If the fare's from out of
town, take the scenic route.
If it's under 30 degrees,
keep the windows open.
If it's over 80 degrees,
keep the windows closed.
And never, ever
have change for a 20.
Welcome to the Loop, kid.
Thanks.
Do you ever light that thing?
I'm trying to cut down.
The reason I
ask is I'm allergic.
I don't wanna get into a hack
after some guy's
used it as an ashtray.
Does anybody else
around here smoke?
Well, there's one guy. Kane.
Regular furnace.
He drives hack number 413.
[PHONE RINGS]
Speak of the devil.
MANAGER: Hello, Loop Taxi.
Kane.
For you.
I'm gonna go grab
a locker. See you.
Good luck.
Do you really think they're done
with the new sewer on Sheridan?
I don't know. I ain't
been out that way lately.
Yeah?
Uh-huh.
All right, I'll be right there.
Oh, my God.
You're next, Frank.
[PHONE RINGING]
All right. All right, I'm
coming, I'm coming.
Whoo.
St. Michael's rectory.
Marie, it's Steve. I've gotta
talk to Frank. Is he there?
MARIE: Oh, hi, Sister.
No, Father Dowling isn't here.
He's still over at the nursing home.
He ought to be back any
[CAR HONKING AND
TIRES SCREECHING]
MAN: Thank you, Father Dowling.
Thank you.
[GUN COCKS]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
Frank, get down! Get down!
I checked with the Special
Investigations Task Force,
they ran a trace
on this man, Kane,
using the city chauffeur's
license that he gave Loop Taxi.
FRANK: What did they
find out? CLANCY: Nothing.
Nothing?
According to the
Public Vehicles Division,
Kane doesn't exist.
Kane must have given
Loop Taxi a phony license.
And his name
probably isn't Kane.
The task force wants Loop's
file copy of Kane's license photo.
- Then what?
- Then they'll run Kane's photo
through the statewide police
database looking for a match
with known psychotics.
It's a start.
Clancy, are you still convinced
that this man is a serial killer?
Well, the pictures and the
clippings that Sister Stephanie found
in Kane's locker at the
cab company prove it.
- This guy is obsessed.
- It just doesn't feel right.
What was he doing on the roof?
Waiting for you to
come out of the rectory.
Then he saw you come
out of the nursing home
and took his shot.
It's no mystery, Frank.
I want a full statement
from Sister Stephanie.
I'll tell her as soon
as she gets back.
She had to go pick up
the parish station wagon
at the cab company.
Well, don't worry, we'll get this
guy. I'm glad you weren't hurt.
Thanks, sergeant, so am I.
I'll make you a deal, Father.
I'll let you back in the house
if you'll promise to
take a nice long rest.
Marie, for once, no argument.
- Hello, Phil.
- Oh.
[SIGHS]
Father Dowling.
- Father Dowling, I need your opinion.
- About what?
Well, I've put together a rough
cut of our video documentary.
The first part, so
far, and I'm not sure,
but I think it lacks
a certain cohesion.
I wouldn't know
anything about that, Phil.
Exactly.
You're uninformed and
unsophisticated, Frank.
That's the perfect audience.
Thank you, Phil.
Now, I'm gonna fast forward
through the first couple of minutes.
[SIGHS]
All right, here we are.
Now, tell me what you think?
I need your honest reaction.
What am I looking at?
Context, Frank.
This is the revelation of
character through possessions.
- Oh?
- Look, I wanted to show
that Monsignor MacElroy and
Father Crisp are men, like other men.
Even though their lives and their
deeds have been extraordinary.
So while they were out,
I filmed their luggage.
Phillip. That is an
invasion of privacy.
It's not, Frank. This
is cinema vérité.
Seeing Monsignor MacElroy's
back brace and his orthopedic insoles
underscore mankind's
essential frailty.
Don't you?
MACELROY: Father Prestwick.
I think we need to have a talk.
Care to join us, Father?
[CHUCKLES]
Hi, Frank.
Any news from Clancy about Kane?
Kane doesn't exist.
The police have no
address, no leads.
- No leads?
- What?
You told me that you
found several receipts
from the same parking lot
when you were looking
through Kane's locker.
Mm-hm. Circle Three
parking in Lincoln Square.
The attendant there might
recognize Kane's description.
Or if he doesn't, maybe
he'll recognize this.
I stole it off of Kane's
cab from the garage.
Sister Stephanie.
I'm gonna give it to
Clancy as soon as I see her.
In the meantime,
it's show and tell.
- Thanks, anyway.
- Well, it was worth a shot, Frank.
Well, even if he
doesn't remember him,
we know that Kane parked here.
A lot.
- Why?
- Why what?
Why here?
What brought him to
this particular parking lot?
Guns.
- Guns?
- Guns, Frank.
Kane had a gun
magazine in his locker.
[GUNFIRE]
Uh, we're looking for someone.
Sorry?
FRANK: A man named Kane.
What?
- I think he belongs to your club.
- Yeah?
It's a matter of life and death!
[SHOOTING STOPS]
No need to shout, Father.
Who are you looking for?
This guy.
Well, that's Larry Webster.
He's a club member. He
comes in here all the time.
Do you know where he lives?
Can't tell you.
- Why not?
- Club rules.
Well, Father Dowling,
since we're here, why don't
you pop off a few targets?
What?
Do you, Father?
Do you wanna shoot?
You might say that Father Dowling
has a professional interest in guns.
I have?
Oh. Yes.
Yes, I have a very
professional interest.
A pistol-packing
Padre. All right.
Come on, right this way.
We got your automatics,
Smith & Wesson, your Colt.
And my personal
favorite, your Magnum.
FRANK: I'll try the big one.
MANAGER: Right this way, Father.
All right.
Here, save your eyes.
And we got a nice new
set of phones for you.
I'll load her up for you.
There you go, Father.
Just aim for the bull's-eye.
Father. Please,
put the gun down!
I think your
sight is off a little.
It's just as well,
I'm a pacifist.
We'd better tell Clancy.
[SIREN WAILING]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
This should just
about make us ready.
- Are you certain that Kane is
inside? CLANCY: He's in there all right.
OFFICER [OVER
RADIO]: We're going in.
Stay down. This could get messy.
[GUNS COCKING]
[BANGING AND GLASS BREAKING]
OFFICER: Sergeant,
you'd better come up.
It's clear.
Suicide?
"To hell with the church,
to hell with the priests.
To hell with you all."
I told you he was
a psychotic, Frank.
Case closed.
Now, Clancy's theory was that
Kane planned to ambush me
outside the rectory.
And when he saw me coming
out of the nursing home,
he took the target
of opportunity.
Open and shut.
Is it?
Take a look at this.
Now, this is the position
where Kane fired his shot.
STEVE: Mm-hm.
FRANK: What do you see?
- The nursing home.
- Where's the rectory?
Hidden behind the church.
Oh, you can't see it from here.
Neither did he.
But he did have a clear
view of the nursing home.
He picked this place because he
knew that I'd be at the nursing home.
You know, he got a phone call
just before he left the garage.
That's when he came
back to get his rifle.
Someone tipped him
to where I was to be.
Who?
I don't know.
But I think I know
how we can find out.
Come on.
Father Dowling,
where have you been?
We're just about to leave.
The presentation ceremony for
the Bishop's Catholic Service Medal
is in less than half an hour.
Oh, Lord, 20 minutes.
- Where is Sister Stephanie?
- Oh, she's running an errand for me.
She'll be back soon.
We can't wait, you'll
have to follow us.
I'm going to get the car.
MACELROY: You're certain
you won't reconsider
relocating, Mrs. Gillespie?
People say you haven't lived until
you've seen Rome in the spring.
Well, I did enough traveling
with my first husband.
Mr. Sweeney loved
to travel. Ha, ha.
Milwaukee, Cleveland,
St. Louis. All beautiful cities.
I guess I'll just have
to miss Rome. Heh.
Well, Monsignor, Father. I see
you're all packed and ready to go.
Yeah. Right after the ceremony.
Yes. We'll come back
and have a toast or two.
And we'll pick up our bags
and be off to foreign lands.
I hear the police
have found the man
who murdered Father
Baker and Father Pike.
Yes, he's dead. The
authorities think it was suicide.
The poor man must
have been insane.
[DOOR OPENS]
PHIL: Car's ready.
Uh, Phil.
Would you please show me how
to play this cassette in the VCR?
- What, now?
- Well, it's very important to me.
PHIL: Monsignor, Father Crisp.
Would you please wait
in the car with Marie?
- I'll be right there.
- Sure.
Oh, Frank, it's
really very simple.
Pop it into the machine.
- Arrow forward.
- Yeah.
Scan forward, scan
reverse, freeze frame.
- A baby could do it.
- Oh.
- I've got to go.
- Thanks, Phil.
- Frank.
- Huh? Oh!
Steve, you startled me.
You know what Father
Prestwick would say about that.
Yes, I know.
The revelation of character
through the analysis
of inanimate objects.
I know I shouldn't, but I was
looking for something important.
- Did you find it?
- Not exactly.
Did you get that from
the taxi company?
- Mm-hm.
- Bring it in here.
Here.
Now, you saw Kane get a call on
the public phone at the cab company.
- Uh-huh.
- That call tipped him off
as to where I was.
Let's see.
- Ah-ha!
- Ah-ha what?
FRANK: St. Francis
Convalescent Home.
Like most people who get
information over the phone,
Kane must have
made notes to himself
and then put it down
on whatever was handy.
This bulletin board.
Now, let's just assume
he got other calls
and made other
notes to himself, huh?
[GRUNTING]
Eh, here.
"St. Michael's, pick
up Earle." Who's Earle?
"Union Station,
- Baker at 8:05."
- That's Father Baker, Frank.
- Mm-hm.
And this is in his
handwriting too.
FRANK: "Pick up pendant. O'Hare.
December 22nd,
flight 23 at 6:13."
So he picked up a pendant
and he dropped it off
at the Excelsior Hotel
for somebody named
Clayburg, probably for $20,000.
Steve, Kane was the courier,
making pick-ups and deliveries.
Frank, why would a guy like
that suddenly start killing priests?
[CHATTERING]
Where have you been?
You missed the ceremony.
- The traffic was terrible, Marie.
MARIE: Well, it was beautiful.
Really beautiful.
The bishop made
a terrific speech
about Catholic service
and the modern world.
And then Monsignor
MacElroy said a few words
about those who fell in battle.
I'm telling you, it
practically had me in tears.
And then while Father
Crisp was paying tribute
to Father Baker and Father Pike,
Father Prestwick tripped
and had an accident with
his videotape recorder.
Well, I'm sorry I missed that.
It's all right, I got it all right
here in the video camera.
I'll show it to you as soon
as we get back to the rectory.
Well, good, that could
be very enlightening.
- Shall we?
- Oh. Yeah.
I called the cab company,
Father. The car will be here at 9.
We'll have plenty of
time to get to the airport.
Well, excellent.
Oh, great. Here we go. This
is where I got it back into focus.
You see, there's the bishop.
No, no, that's you, monsignor.
Ah, there's the bishop.
Heh. That must be
where I hit the altar rail.
Phil, hold it.
Can you rewind it and then
freeze frame when I tell you?
Sure.
Stop.
Is that what you wanted to see?
That is exactly what I
wanted to see. Let's go, Steve.
[WHISPERS] Come on, Frank.
Come on.
FRANK: Hmm.
Let's go.
Hold it, Father.
That cross in your
hand belongs to me.
This was missing from
your luggage this afternoon.
Yeah, well, you
were getting warm,
so I brought it with me
to the bishop's ceremony
and hid it in plain sight.
You figured to pick it up later.
This is later.
I saw a picture of a
cross just like that one
in an archeology
textbook in your luggage.
A valuable Peruvian artifact
worth thousands of dollars.
One hundred thousand
dollars, actually.
You and Kane were art smugglers.
Kane was your courier
in the States, am I right?
That's very good, Father.
Let's go.
Outside.
You were in Peru when you
heard about a priceless silver cross
that the real Father
Crisp had discovered.
So you had him killed,
and then you took his place
and smuggled the cross
through U.S. customs.
But there was one little hitch.
Really?
What was that?
Someone knew the
real Father Crisp.
His old seminary
roommate. Father Baker.
I found this letter
in your luggage.
It's from Father
Baker to Father Crisp.
And in it Baker says how
much he's looking forward
to seeing his old friend,
Father Crisp, again.
He even mentions what time
he's going to arrive at Union Station.
Father Baker could
have exposed you.
After you killed him, you
and Kane had no choice.
So to conceal the truth,
you had Kane kill Father Pike
to make Father
Baker's death look
like the first in the series
of killings by a madman.
And staging Kane's suicide,
that was your last desperate
attempt to close this case.
No, Father, killing you is
my last desperate attempt
to close this case.
And it will work too.
I don't think so.
Don't you move.
Get him out of here
and read him his rights.
OFFICER: Let's go.
- You okay, Father?
- Mm.
- Sister?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
You certainly like to cut
things close, don't you, Clancy?
Well, I wanted to hear
everything he had to say.
Well, I hope you got an earful.
So that was pretty good for
a humble parish priest, Frank.
- Hmm.
- The bishop should give you
the Catholic Service Medal.
Sister Stephanie, you should
know that service is its own reward.
[CHATTERING]
MAN 1: Bye. MAN 2: Bye.
ALL: Bye!
Father Dowling.
Remember the tape I showed you
at St. Michael's of that
video documentary?
- Vividly.
- When I showed a rough version of it
to a friend of mine who
writes television reviews
for the Catholic Monthly, he
suggested that I drop entirely
that Catholic
Service Medal angle,
which is just as well, I think,
considering what happened,
and edit the rest
together with a new theme.
What's the new theme, Phil?
The days of a parish priest.
It's about you, Frank.
The inspirational
story of a humble man
unafraid to embrace
the spiritual purity
of an ordinary,
unexceptional existence.
Phillip, I don't
know what to say.
I only wish I could remember
where I put my camera.
You still haven't
found it, Marie?
I'm sure it isn't in
the rectory, Father.
Mind if I look?
Go right ahead.
I said it wasn't in the rectory.
[MARIE CHUCKLING]