01x12 - Last Rites for a Dead Priest

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You are planning a long visit, Father?

No more than a week.

You got a fine city here,
but I'm afraid I'm used
to calmer surroundings.

Thank you.

Hey, half of that
will be plenty, Father.

A guilty conscience.
You know what I mean?

Murray Hill 4-5098.

Hello.

Hilderbrand?
Yeah.

You know who you're talking to?
Yeah, I sure do.
Welcome back.

How'd your recruiting go?
Ah, really good.

I got us a dynamite driver.
Guy I knew since grammar school.

And another guy who can
bench press 240 pounds.

Does he know anything
about heating systems?

He knows everything about 'em.

You're gonna be very happy
with these guys, I guarantee it.

Well, I want the three of you here
at 9:30 sharp.

Hotel Dearborn, Room 203.
And we'll see how happy I am.

Hey, wake up.

It's startin' to perk.
Tomorrow morning,
we'll know the whole plan.

What if the plan stinks?

If we don't like it,
we say so and we split.

Listen, this guy is good.
I could tell from the beginning.

I never thought
he'd get in touch with you again.

And that would have been
just peachy with you, wouldn't it?

This dude offers us into three mil,
and all you can think of
is what's wrong with it.

I've seen what happens to people
who don't ask that question.

Stones don't just turn into money, Gabe.

Oh, no?
Watch 'em.

In the lobby.
That'll be your migraine, Crocker.

I'm putting you in charge of both shifts.

With all that jewelry display
in the Manhattan Room,
what are we doing in the lobby?

Well, we have a slight
jurisdictional conflict.

The manager has hired, uh,
a team of security guards,

and the jewelry display
is their private bailiwick.

At least, according to Henshaw.
You're kidding.

They hired Chubby Henshaw?
Don't they know he was busted
off the force for incompetence?

You know Chubby.
He's a dynamite talker.

He could sell aluminum siding
to a steel foundry.

So how long is this
jewelry convention in town?

Five days, starting tomorrow.
Okay.

- Something on your mind, Crocker?
- Well, I don't understand.

Six rookies in plainclothes
could pull this duty.

It's nothing but a pickpocket detail.
Why us?

Why us?
I forgot you weren't with us last year.

Well, six rookies did pull the duty.

One of them turned their back
when four hard cases walked in
with their a*tillery unannounced.

Out in Bensonhurst,
we got a little widow just
celebrated her 21 st birthday.

That's why us.
Any more questions?

No. No.

It is essential that no one
on this team have a prior police record.

Have I got your assurance
on that, Hilderbrand?
Hey, absolutely. We're pure.

Never been booked.
Three maidens, my friend.

I'd like something else
understood at the outset.

This is my baby. I have memorized...

every facet of this operation...
every twist, every turn.

I'll expect each of you to do the same.

One unscheduled move
on the part of any one of you,
and a delicate mechanism will jam.

I would have just enough time
to k*ll the man responsible.

I've set your timetables up precisely.

You must be in and out of there
by 10:00 that morning.

Otherwise, we'll be up to our eyeballs
in innocent bystanders.

- Calls for a lot of special equipment.
- You bet it does.

It's taken me five months
of my life to collect it.

Now, a dry run is out of the question,

but that doesn't prohibit me
from making a private reconnaissance
this afternoon.

Why do you have to dress like a...
like that?

Because, my son, very few doors
are closed to a man of God.

Put it right there.

Oh, Sergeant. Sergeant.
Where's your lieutenant?

He's on his way.
Don't worry about it.
Where is he?

Don't worry about it, huh?
Trust him.

You, uh, didn't break any speed records
getting here, Lieutenant.

Well, I always take my time,
Mr. Benoit.

"Ben-wah."
"Ben-wah," yeah.

I take my time.
That's why I'm still a bachelor.

My office is right over here.

Well, I'll just, uh,
do a little sojourn
around the lobby, okay?

Oh, yes, certainly, sir.
Beautiful.

Now, I got six of my best officers
working under Detective Crocker,
all of them handpicked.

Six. Six.
Is-Is that enough?

Mr. Benoit, my men are
stepping on each other's toes as it is.

You wanna call on the police to back us up,
well, that's your affair.

You say you want us to cooperate.
Okay, we cooperate.

But that don't mean
I'm relinquishing authority.

I got a professional reputation
to protect.

Here, try one of these.

Oh. No, thanks.
I'm lookin' to change my image.

Here. Try one of these.

No, thanks.
No? All right.

Look, Henshaw, we're not lookin'
to push you out of the limelight.

You know, if the department
wanted publicity, we'd knock off
a newspaper editor or something.

Well, just so it's understood.
I didn't ask for help.

Please.
Everybody's so sensitive.

I don't have enough problems.

Mr. Howard, Mr. Howard,

there's a phone call for you
at the reception desk.

Oh. Excuse me.
You all right?

Hey, Duke,
what's with the getup?
Get away from me.

What's the matter?
You don't know me.
Get the hell out of here.

There's a cop coming.
Get out ofhere.

Oh!
Excuse me, Father.
Would you mind waiting?

Hold it! Police!

Hey!

Mr. Tuckey, Mr. Tuckey,

would you contact
the reception desk, please?

You all right, Father?
Oh, yes, son. Fine.

- Did he get away, Officer?
- You could lose Godzilla
in that kind of traffic.

Are you sure you're all right?
Did he make off with anything?

No. Poor misguided man.
A rather frugal target, I'm afraid.

Any pickpocket's on a guess, Father.
Are you all right?

Yes, just fine. Fine.
You sure?

Yes, thank you.
Thank you.

Choo-Choo Berrigan doesn't seem
like your kind of company.

Sometimes, you have to take
what you can get.

Where is he?
Where all the pickpockets hang out.

An apartment across the street
from the Y.

You know, I'd like to know
what you need him for.

He's the last thing I need.

Look, I know him.
I'll give him a couple of bucks,
and he'll stay clear of the Fairview.

Now, why don't you guys
hang around about a half an hour,
and then leave separately.

About 10 minutes apart, okay?
You ready for tomorrow?

I've been all ready for a day like tomorrow
since I was 16 years old.

I'll see you then... on time.

You know what I think
we should do?

We wait five minutes,
we leave together,
forget about the whole thing.

What, are you goin' bananas?

Gabe, don't come on like you don't know
what he just went off to do.

If he'd ice a pickpocket...
Hey, what's the matter with you?

He didn't say nothing like that.
Yeah.

I know what he said.

It's never felt right.
You know what I'm saying?

It's not gonna work.
You know, I know
what's the matter with you.

It's when he puts on that outfit.
He reminds you of
Father what's-his-face...

the one that was always trying
to talk you into goin' into
the seminary.

Father Ambrosio, and you're wrong.

That man tried to help me,
that's all.

He didn't know how.
He didn't know what I needed,
but he tried.

Well, look, I know you
longer than he did,

and I never met a man on this island
that didn't need a million dollars.

And the way he tried was to
talk you into turnin' yourself in.

Which got me three years in the joint
instead of five.

Was that nothin'?
You try it one time.

Look, if you wanna go back
to being an altar boy, do it.

But do it after tomorrow, huh?

I mean,
at least be a rich altar boy.

Hey, come on.

This is Gabe, huh?

You know, I seen you nights
when Father Ambrosio wouldn't
have recognized you.

Huh?

Lieutenant, what brings you out
on a night like this?

Would you believe I missed you?

I wanna know why
a small-time pickpocket was k*lled.

Well, it was nothing he had on him.

He had 18 bucks,
five wristwatches,

a solid gold cigarette lighter,
and... would you believe it...

34 stolen credit cards.
Yeah, I believe it.

You know, 20 years ago,
he had the fastest hands on Broadway.

I was proud of him.
Choo-Choo would go into
Madison Square Garden.

He'd empty every pocket,
and still catch the main event.

All right, tell me,
how'd he get it?

Well, according to
the preliminary report,

it's a small-bore a*t*matic
at point-blank range.

He took three slugs, front and center.

We got the spent casings.
It looks like a foreign job.

Other than that, nothing.

Still, it's a beginning, right?

Small-time ganef all his life.
He deserved better than this.
Point-blank range, huh?

Cold-blooded execution.
Had to be somebody he knew.

But why now?
Why not tomorrow or yesterday?

Why now?
All right, look.

I want a complete scenario on Choo-Choo.
I wanna know where he's been
and what he's been up to.

Beginning where, Lieutenant?
With what?

A dip's livelihood depends
on him staying invisible.

So where am I gonna
start tracing his movements?

Look, you got 34
plastic passports to paradise there.

You check out the rightful owner,
and they'll tell you where he's been.

All right, baldy?
Yeah. Good night, Lieutenant.

Nice talkin' to you.

You're new here, aren't you?
On this route, yeah.

You're also two hours early.

Well, I'm bucking for
the dispatcher's job.

So far, right on schedule.

Dr. Bryner, Dr. Bryner,

call the bell captain, please.

Be sure that jam is in tight.

It's okay.

Hello, Harry.
Why don't you look at a broad
or something?

They can spot you're a cop
a million miles away.

Uh, you got an extra cup
of coffee on you?
Yeah, sure.

Will the party that paged Dr. Bryner...

please call operator 23.

If you think that was bad,
let me tell you.

Last week, I was in Hasbrouck Heights,
you know...

Make a move, and she's dead!

Ten minutes,
that elevator hasn't even budged.

Go see what the hang-up is.

Move it. Let's go.

Go ahead, move!
Everybody in there! Come on!

Let's move, quickly.

Pick that up.
Pick that up.

Never mind that!

Pick these up.
Get these.

You, over here.
Give me a hand.

Drop that. Drop that.

That's good.
Take these. Pick that up.

Hey, let's go. Let's go!

Let's go!

Here.
I don't need it.

No action around here.
Been kind of dead.

You smell something funny?
Yeah.

Plug all the exits.
Right.

Go ahead. Nobody leaves.

Of course,
that was before the w*r.

Biloxi may have changed some since.

I recollect one time,
I'm down to my last six bits.

And this big, fat gal comes up,
and it's pouring down rain.

Had flowers all over her dress.

Hey, wait a minute.
That ain't even been inventoried.

Boy, you characters
certainly took your own sweet time.

Well, I need reinforcements,
and I need them now.

Well, I don't care about that!

Very nice talking to you.

You contact Emergency,
see if they can give us some
backup manpower right away.

I'll keep you posted. Right.

Well?

Well, a hotel this size,

what do you think the body count
would be this time of day?

I don't know.
A thousand, maybe 1,500.

A thousand, 1,500.
And I gotta process every one of them.

- You're thinking inside job, I take it?
- Inside, outside... Who knows?

One thing I do know.
These guys did their homework.

They picked only quality merchandise.

There's a brain behind this operation,
and probably a fence behind that.

Will the bell captain
please report to the check-in desk.

Uh, I'm... I just...

Surely you don't propose
to detain everyone, Captain.

Well, until everybody's screened,
I propose to do just that.

Why me?

Here you go.

Dressed as repairmen, you say?

Well, would you be able to recognize
any of them if you saw them again?

Maybe, I guess.
Yeah, sure.
Mmm.

Saperstein.
Yeah.

You take Mr. Getz...
That's your name, isn't it... Getz?
Yes, sir.

Take him to see our sketch artist.
See if they can come up with something.
Right, Lieutenant.

Maybe they were repairmen.

- Mmm.
- But, Lieutenant,
those guys were wearing coveralls.

The guys that pulled the heist
were supposed to be dressed
in suits and ties.

Yeah.
Boggles the mind, doesn't it?

Yeah, Al, I want you to alert
every cleaning plant
on the eastern seaboard.

Yeah, a customer brings in clothing
impregnated with tear gas...

No.

No, your wife is pregnant.
That's true. No, this is different.

Impregnated... smells. Yeah.

Well, if it smells of tear gas
I wanna be the first to know, okay?

What's that gonna buy us?

Anybody who was present in
the hotel during the holdup,

they're gonna have some trace
of tear gas on their clothing.

Yeah, but those others
will have been cleared by us.

What these cleaning shops
will be on the lookout for
is a name not on the list.

Lieutenant, I just talked
to the hotel porter.

Says he was ripped off too.
A guy in a laundry truck
hung aroundjust long enough...

for this pillowcase to come down...
To come sliding down
the laundry chute.

- Right.
- Huh.

Eighty-two. Mm-hmm.

All right.
Yes, totally.

Uh, sir?
Right.

I'm sorry to bother you.
Oh, that's all right, Father.

I was just wondering about how much longer
I might have to remain.

Not that I mind the delay,
but, you see, I have
this appointment with the bishop.

And if this business
is gonna take very much longer,
I should phone and cancel.

Oh, no, no, no.
That won't be necessary.

I mean, if you're willing
to submit to a routine search,

give your name, your address,
and then as soon as the officer
okays you, you're off.

Okay.
Lacey, would you please
take care of the padre?

Thank you very much.
Mm-hmm.

Excuse me, Father.
That's all right.

So, what'd you come up with?
"What'd you come up with"?

Majestic operates a fleet
of 82 trucks,

65 of which are on the road right now.

Now, our guy is either a ringer
or the genuine article.
One thing we do know.

He was not authorized
to pick up the Fairview laundry,
which is why he came early.

Sixty-five trucks.
What do we do?

What do we do?
What else can we do?

We put out an alarm,
and we stop and search
each and every one of them.

Available autos, truck wanted in
an armed robbery in the 2-1 precinct.

Stop and identify the following trucks:

Blue and white step-up van
belonging to Majestic Laundries.

Use caution.
Driver may be armed.

Hold it, or I'll sh**t!

Put your hands over your head!

Put your hands over your head!

We did it!
A three-million-dollar score,
and it was like a walk in the park!

What's keeping Clyde?

He should have been here
20 minutes ago.

Nothing here, Lieutenant.
We dusted everything in sight.

How about the rearview mirrors?
Check those?

Uh, no, sir.

Come here.

Stolen truck, right?

So when a driver gets into
a strange vehicle,

the first thing he does unconsciously
is adjust the rearview mirrors.

Right, sir.
It's what you call a reflex.

So maybe our boy forgot
to wipe the fingerprints off those.

So go check the damn things!
Yes-Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Hey, I don't believe this.
We went through the whole neighborhood.

Nobody has seen anything.
Nobody has heard anything.

How many rounds did he
squeeze off before he d*ed?
Just one, Captain.

Just one.
Well, it was a good one.

Our k*ller is badly wounded.
We know that much.

On foot, he won't get very far,
not in that condition.

Don't make book on it, Mac.

A guy kills a cop;
he's got a cannon in his hands.

What's he got to lose?

Hey, Lieutenant.

A citywide alarm has been issued
for Clyde Bruckner, ex-convict,

wanted for questioning in regard
to the slaying of a police officer.

It is believed that Bruckner was
a participant in a daring jewel robbery...

less than an hour earlier
at the Hotel Fairview.

According to Captain Frank McNeil,
district commander of the
Manhattan South Detective Squad,

the suspect,
who's believed to have stolen a car,

is badly wounded and will be
forced to seek medical aid.

He is armed and desperate.

Bruckner is 5'11,"
weight, 175 pounds...

Three maidens?

Might just as well have dumped those stones
in the nearest garbage disposal.

Maybe not.
They haven't recovered them yet.

Just means we have to
find Clyde before they do.

- Would he go back to your place?
Would he chance that?
- I don't know.

Think!
Where would he go?

Well, Clyde was very strong
with the ladies.

I don't know,
some broad probably.

Which one?
Is there a favorite?

Lately, l-I seem to remember...

a-a Barbara.

Yeah. Last name... I don't know.

Be in his address book
at home probably.
Go get it, now.

Well, Clyde...
Clyde was paroled in my custody.

The-The fuzz will automatically look me up.
What happens then?

You just sit tight.
You don't know a thing.

You couldn't be more surprised, in fact.
They have no direct evidence
to implicate you.

Just to be on the safe side,
is there anyone in the building
you can trust?

The landlady.

Yeah, she'd a* her own husband
if Clyde gave her half a smile.
All right, go phone her.

Go phone her, now.
Tell her to take Clyde's address book...

and put it in a plain, sealed envelope
and leave it for me
in the delicatessen across the street.

- Okay.
- Something you want me to do?

Yeah.

Get rid of these suits.

It's nice.
Very nice.

Weiner's work gets better and better.

Is our witness all that reliable?

Well, we'll get 'em out on the street
and find out. Vine!

Yeah.

Yeah, that's right, Mr. Turner.

I'm calling in regard
to a homicide investigation.

A couple of days ago,
you reported the loss of your credit card.

I wonder, sir, if you could tell me
approximately where and when
the card was stolen.

Here, get these xeroxed
and send 'em out, huh?

Right.

Get me a standard pin on these.
Run off about 50 of each.

Yes, Mr. Schwartz.
Yes, l... and a zay gezunt
to you, sir.

Yeah. All right, thanks.

Finally made contact
with Bruckner's parole officer.

Clyde was released to the custody
of his brother-in-law... Gabriel Hilderbrand.

329 South E. Street,
Apartment 6-C.

This is Detective Stavros calling.

Manhattan South Detective Division.
Yeah.

Yeah.

You reported your credit card lost
about, uh, two days ago.

Do you know approximately
where and when it was stolen?

All right, thank you.
We'll let you know.

May I speak with Mrs. Aber, please?

Make yourself at home.

Here.

We're just gonna make sure.

All right, slow down.

Okay, you've been
through this before, huh?
No.

Just nice and easy.
Just relax.

Yes. Yes, you reported
your credit card stolen.

Have you any idea
when and where it was stolen?

Yes.

Wipe.

Wipe in here.

You're not finished.

Yes, thank you.

Yes, you should live and be well too.

Good-bye. Thank you.

I told you.
You're wastin' your time.

Yeah, well,
we got nothing but time, Gabriel.

Yeah, but your brother-in-law
doesn't.

Now, we're gonna find him, Hilderbrand.
Alive or dead... that's up to you.

- I don't care how you find him.
- Hey, look, you might want
some company on this beef.

I don't know nothin'.
Hey. Hey!

This one goes all the way.

Now, you wanna ride this to the end
of the line all by your lonesome, dummy?

Yeah.

Is that a fact, Officer Berkowitz?

Uh-huh.

Yeah, well, Officer Berkowitz,
by all means, drop it by.

No, no, no, no.
I want to sign for this little package myself.

And what was that name again,
Officer Berkowitz? Uh-huh. Got it.

And, uh, thank you, Officer Berkowitz.
Mm-hmm.

Who would've...
That was Officer Berkowitz.

Now who would've thought that
in this enlightened age that a guy...

Good-looking guy too.
Catch the nose, huh...

could get picked up for bringing
two suits to the cleaners?

Vincenzo Delorme.

Oh, that jackass.
He was supposed to get rid of'em.

Well, you know the old saying:
"Waste not. Why not?"

- "Want not."
- "Want not." Huh?

That's two down
and two to go, Gabriel.

- Two? How do you figure two?
- Well, I'm glad you asked.

Well, Clyde was in the basement, right?

And there were three others upstairs, huh?

And that you and Vincenzo Delorme there
are accounted for,

so it seems to me
we're missing one wild card.

Mm-hmm. Would you say
we're missing one wild card, Gabriel?

Would you like to give
a little toot? Hmm?

What do you say?

You wanna give us
a little blow on your horn, Gabriel?

All right, get him out of here.

Come on.
Come on.

- Toot, toot?
- Toot, toot. Kind of cute.

All right, get in there.

Surprise.

Ta-da!

Beautiful. Beautiful.
Who's your dad? Huh?

Lieutenant?

I don't know what this means.

Maybe it's pay dirt,
maybe zilch,

maybe pay dirt.

Well,

um,

I've been following up like you said
on this Berrigan k*lling.

And, uh,

trying to get a line
on this guy's back trail,

checking all those
stolen credit cards...

It could be pay dirt,
it could be zilch, right, Stavros?

You wanna get to the bottom line,
or you want me to order dinner?

Well, anyway, there's...

there's this, uh, lingerie salesman.

His got lifted at the Hotel Fairview
the day before the heist.

Uh-huh.

This bring back a flood of memories?

That's the dip who tried to put
the arm on the priest.

What priest?

You wouldn't happen to mean a...
Father Mulvaney?

You gotta be kidding.

Let me have the Hotel Dearborn.

You have a Father Mulvaney
registered there?

No, this is, uh, Lieutenant Kojak.
Yes.

Checked out this afternoon?

Well, tell me this.
Have you kept a list of his outgoing calls?

Yeah, I'm particularly interested
in knowing whether he phoned...

Murray Hill 4-5098.

He's probably on his way
to Baltimore by now.

He did?
On four occasions?

Well, thank you.
Thank you very much.

Okay. For the benefit
of those, uh, unenlightened few,

Murray Hill 4-5098
is Gabe Hilderbrand's number.

Uh, Lieutenant...

Yeah, um, Stavros,

why don't you go home
and go to bed, curly top?

And try it alone.

Oh, uh,

good work.

You know, Mulvaney
could be taking up collections
in Bermuda by now.

Yeah. That's assuming
he split in the first place.

You saying he hasn't?
I'm not sure what I think.

I do know this much.

We've wrecked their timetable.
Clyde's being sh*t... there's no way
that was part of their game plan.

Then they could be in the same boat we are.
He could be looking for Bruckner too.

Mulvaney's a transient.
He needs transportation.

I want every hack stand,
car rental agency,
bus line and subway stop alerted.

I want him bottled up so tight,
he'll have to come to us for a breather.

I'm missing the coffee.

Believe me, child,
I'm only concerned for Clyde's soul.

As well you should be
if he means as much to you
as I think he does.

He called you, didn't he?
Father, l...

Barbara, Clyde is critically wounded.
I must get to him while he's still alive.

Tell me, girl.
I swore I wouldn't.

You swore? To who?

He's a mortal man.

He's on the third floor of an empty...
Just a minute.

I want to write it down.

Third floor...

Hey, let me put it to you, Lieutenant.

Do I look like the kind of a man
who'd keep company with a priest? Huh?

You'll be keeping company
with the chaplain up at Sing Sing...

for the next 20 or 30 years
if you don't open up.

On an armed robbery rap?

As an accessory to m*rder,
coochie-coo.

Two of them.
Count 'em.

Patrolman Gleason
and a Choo-Choo Berrigan.

"Choo-Choo."
What's a Choo-Choo?

Very funny.

Choo-Choo is a pickpocket
who spotted your buddy Mulvaney
in the lobby of the Hotel Fairview.

You know, at the time,
Choo-Choo had no way of knowing
what was coming off.

But then, Mulvaney figures
that after the job,

Choo-Choo'd be around
with two propositions.

Number one: To shake Mullvaney down.

Yeah, or number two.
To sell his story to the underwriters.

But, Mulvaney, well,

he decided to spare Choo-Choo
the choice altogether.

Hey, are you for real?

- My hero.
- I was in it just for shares, that's all.

All right, look,
this dip gets snuffed.

That's-That's Mulvaney's freebie,
not mine.

Lieutenant, can I see you a minute?

I'm telling you.
I was in it for shares!

Nothin' was said about no killings.

Uh, Saperstein?
Yes, sir.

Would you get rid of this package?
We don't need him anymore.

My pleasure, Lieutenant.
Let's go.

Yeah.

A cabbie picked up a guy answered
the description of Mulvaney
near the Erie Basin.

A man is trapped up there, Father.
We didn't know. Had no idea.

Probably some wino
sleeping one off.

This building was supposed
to be evacuated weeks ago.

Can't you get to him?
Look at it.

This building is about to come
toppling down any second.

We can't...

Father!
Father, you can't go up there!

It's su1c1de!

Would you deny a dying man
his last rites?

Car 723 to Central.

Go ahead, 723.

Have a uniformed unit meet this unit
in front of 924 Dover Street.
No sirens.

Clyde?

Father, thank God you're here.

All right, Clyde, let's have it.

I'm dying.

Will you hear my confession?

Pl... Please, Father?

Hey, this is crazy, Lieutenant.
Why don't you wait until he comes down?

He may not come down
until he's k*lled Bruckner.

Don't worry, huh?
Stay put.

My tie straight?
You look good.

Beautiful.

Find out what's holding up
the ambulance.

Confession.
Clyde. Clyde.

Oh, my God.
It's me... Frank Mulvaney.

Oh, my God.
Where are the stones?

Clyde, where the hell are the stones?

See, because I dread
the laws of heaven...

and-and the...
and the pains of hell.

To God I detest my sins,
because they...

All right, my boy. Yes.
Make a good confession now.

Make a good confession, my son.

You stole something, my dear boy.
You stole something
and you hid it, didn't you?

Tell me, my boy,
where did you hide it?

Confess to me, my boy.

I confess my sins.
Confess your sins.
Confess to me.

Where did you hide the stones?

The stones you stole?
Oh, God! God...

Give me a penance!
You always give me a penance.

Please! Please!
Please, give me a penance!

Please! Wait!
Give me a penance, please.

You-You-You always
give me a penance.

Ten "Hail Marys."
Ten "Our Fathers."

Please. Please, Father.
Please.

A penance. A penance.
You always give me a penance.

Ten "Hail Marys." Ten...

...and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
blessed are...

pray for the sinners now
and at the hour of thy death.

Amen.
Hail Mary, full of grace...

Thank you, Father.

Call the morgue.

Well, it's pretty expensive.

Three million.

That's right... three million.

And three dead.