MARY: Since 1970, the Federal Witness
Protection Program
has relocated thousands of witnesses,
some criminal, some not,
to neighborhoods all across the country.
Every one of those individuals shares a unique attribute
distinguishing them from the rest
of the general population.
And that is, somebody wants them dead.
(CHURCH BELLS RINGING)
DON: We've tried, Father.
But no matter what we do,
we just don't feel about each other the way
we used to.
We kind of can't stand each other.
I see this a Iot these days.
I think you'II find that Iooking beyond
yourselves...
Really can't stand each other.
He's got it, Don.
Spending time helping others is the best way I know to
open your hearts.
You're familiar with the Immaculate Heart Soup
Kitchen on Third?
Yes, I've heard
great things.
We run it.
What about prayer?
We... Attend mass every day.
We have for years.
Can I finish a sentence?
I don't know. Can you?
Maybe there's a more carnal solution. You could go away
for a romantic weekend.
Recreate your first night of passion.
(LAUGHS)
I... I was thinking more along the Iines of annulment.
Well, unless you're first cousins or one of you was
previously married,
I don't know what grounds
there...
But the Kennedys do it all the time.
For the millionth time, you're not a Kennedy.
It just... It doesn't seem fair.
Feel free to take it up with
His Eminence in Rome.
(SIGHS) So, that's your advice?
Sex or prayer?
Look. Don, Ruth.
You're obviously good people and devout Catholics.
You need to trust that God has brought you
together for a reason.
And holds a divine purpose for you as
a married couple.
In other words, we're screwed.
Like monks before the Tudors.
(SIGHS) We could, you know...
Don't say it.
Divorce.
(SIGHS) How can you even
suggest such a thing?
Especially in his house?
I mean, I don't know about you,
but I'd rather be miserable
with you in this Iife
than face eternal damnation in the
next.
Yeah. I suppose
you're right.
I mean, this is how we show
our devotion to God.
By accepting that we'II always
be unhappy together
and nothing will ever change.
JOSEPH:...interfering with
my business, Father.
You want to save souls?
You go convert...
(CRASHING)
But you Ieave my whores
the hell alone...
FATHER O'BRIEN: I can't do that.
PIease, Joseph! Think about your immortal soul!
(GUN FIRING)
(RUTH SCREAMING)
(GRUNTING)
RUTH: Don!
RUTH: No!
(PANTING) He's with...
Jesus Christ.
It's Joseph Connor.
Who's that?
Only the biggest racketeer in Boston.
(SIGHS)
Come on. Let's get
out of here.
(SIREN WAILING)
Just a Iittle, Iittle flour.
(CHUCKLES)
Amen, Harold. Good job.
Phil, you know the rules.
No pill, no breakfast.
Take your pill, Phil. Phil, pill.
Oh! Good boy!
Okay, okay, now, go get breakfast.
Hey.
Hey, Mary. What did you bring?
Oh, just, you know, more unclaimed Iost
and found stuff
from the federal building.
Oh, you went out and bought these
yourself.
Well.
That is so, unlike you.
Hey, Mary. Good to see you.
Yeah, you, too. How are things, Don?
Couldn't be better. Uh, Ruth, did you remember to
schedule the hospice delivery?
You mean the same delivery I've scheduled every week
for over a year?
Yes. That one. MAN: Miss Ruthie.
William stole my eggs.
Oh, sorry, I have to referee.
So, you guys still...
Can't stand each other?
Hey, she even finishes
your sentences.
That's fun, right?
(SIGHS) PIease explain in God's name why you
two don't get divorced.
You make each other miserable.
And please don't say it's because you're
Catholic.
Lots of Catholics get divorced these days.
Hell, I'm Catholic. I plan on getting
divorced one day.
It will be a Iucky man
who divorces you.
Damn straight. Look, Mary,
it doesn't matter how many people get divorced. It's
not a democracy.
We don't vote on God's will.
Our vows made us one in his eyes, and who
are we to question that?
AIthough I must admit,
I don't understand why he won't Iet Ruth be with
someone that makes her happy.
Okay, then. Too weird for me.
Call if you need anything.
Will do. Uh, thanks
for the drop off.
MARY: Okay. So, Don's a little anal,
and maybe Ruth's a bit of a ball buster.
Who isn't?
Still, you got to wonder,
if such good people with so much in common
can't find happiness together,
what hope is there for the rest of us?
Why do they have to come
here to eat?
Ever since I told Mary about the family discount,
I cannot get rid of her.
Two weeks ago, she didn't want anything to do with
Chico.
And when we start hanging out and all of a sudden, she
wants to make it work.
Leave it alone.
You know what I think? I think she secretly
wants us to get together.
That way, she's off the hook
and it's not her fault.
That's why she keeps asking me to
do stuff with him.
I strongly advise you to not put that theory to
the test.
Ooh.
So, this is nice, right?
It's Iike our first date
all over again.
I hope not. It took weeks for
those bruises to heal.
(GIGGLES) Technically, that was our third date.
Only if you count being introduced and
running into each other
at the grocery store as dates.
Yeah, I have to.
So, are Iimes Iimes first and then they turn into
Iemons?
Or is it the other way around?
Oh, sweetie.
Do you really think Iimes and Iemons
are the same fruit?
Isn't a Iemon just a really
ripe Iime?
Oh, honey.
What about cauliflower and broccoli?
What? So, I'm not good at produce. It's not Iike
I ever had any growing up.
Why don't we forget about the whole thing? I was...
No. No, no, no. PIease, I want to clear the air.
Here, you make this sweet, heartfelt gesture and I
completely...
Well, okay, in fairness to me, your proposal was
spectacularly ill-conceived.
I mean, ridiculous. But, still...
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(SIGHS)
Hey, what's up?
There's been an accident.
Don Ferguson's been killed.
MARY: I was just talking to him down at the shelter.
MARSHALL: Seemed Iike he never Ieft that place.
He was one of the few truly good, selfless
people I've ever met.
You know, Ayn Rand's central thesis posited selflessness
as antithetical to good.
100 bucks says you die a Ionely old man.
(GROANS) What's he doing here?
What are you doing here?
Jogging.
In your car?
I don't Iike to overdo.
Hmm.
What about you?
Well, with a fire and a burned body,
there's always a question
of arson or homicide.
The car was registered to
a Donald Ferguson.
I take it you knew him.
Yeah, he and his wife run a homeless shelter.
I help out from time to time.
Hmm.
What? Nothing.
I guess I just don't see you
as a,
Iife in service to others kind of person.
But, hey, good for you.
So, you know of any reason why I should
suspect foul play?
Your friend, he piss anybody off Iately?
I can't imagine. The guy really
was a saint.
Hmm. If memory serves, a whole
bunch of saints were murdered
because they got on the wrong side of the wrong
people.
Mind if I break the news to his widow?
We go back.
Knock yourself out.
She's not going to disappear, is she?
AII right, get back to me. Thanks.
Looks Iike an accident, but we should move
Ruth just in case.
Sounds good.
The FBI confirmed that Joseph Connor is still
in prison awaiting trial.
But his two sons have apparently kept
up the family's good name.
I'm waiting for an update on their whereabouts from
the bureau office in Boston.
AII right, thanks for checking.
Oh, if you can, start running backgrounds on
the people at the shelter.
On their meds, they are colorful.
Off them, who knows?
AII over it.
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
RUTH: Mary, I have to see him.
Ruth. Ruth, it's not a great idea.
He was burned pretty badly.
(SOBBING) That doesn't matter. I have to say
a prayer over him.
At Ieast, he deserves
at Ieast that.
AII right.
AII right, I'II try to make
arrangements tomorrow.
He was a good man. I wish...
What?
That we'd never met.
He could have been happy with someone else.
I made him so miserable.
No, that's not true. You two accomplished
so much together.
I know he was happy with that.
(SIGHS)
Look, I know it's the Iast thing you
want to deal with right now.
But we have to get you to a safe house.
No, I can't. The people here will be distraught
when they hear the news.
I need to be here for them. Besides, I thought it was
just an accident.
Yeah, it probably... It probably was, but,
until we rule out other possibilities...
You think Joseph Connor had something to do
with this?
No. I don't.
But we don't take those kind of chances.
I'm sorry. It's not subject to discussion.
It's WITSEC policy.
Ruth, we have to Ieave now.
No, I won't abandon these people.
Ruth. I'II Ieave the program
before I Ieave the shelter and that's
not subject to discussion.
Besides, these people here, they would never Iet anyone
hurt me.
Unless it was one of them who killed Don.
I just don't understand how you can chase a ball around
in circles
with a bat and glove all day, every day and call that
a career.
What's the point?
Well, first of all, we don't chase in circles.
We run around a diamond.
Oh!
But the point is,
I guess that it's graceful
and athletic and pure.
And it doesn't pretend or need to be anything
other than what it is.
It's just baseball.
And I'm really good at it.
(BOTH LAUGH)
What?
Oh, nothing.
It must be really nice to be good at something.
You're good at things.
(LAUGHING) No, I'm really not.
No.
I wonder what happened.
Can I help you?
Yeah, I was just wondering if I could hang up a flyer.
We don't normally allow people to...
It's for a play that we're doing downtown.
A musical.
(GASPS) Oh!
I Iove this show.
When I was a young girl, I always dreamt of
playing Charity.
Oh. Well, then, you should audition.
(EXCLAIMS) Audition for what?
Uh, yeah.
Yeah, right.
(CLEARS THROAT)
What?
(SCOFFS)
I'm too old?
Not pretty enough?
No, no. No, I just think you're too classy to
play a prostitute.
(SCOFFS) Oh, please. You are so trying to get
yourself out of trouble.
I am not.
Hey, you are absolutely hot enough to play a hooker.
Hell, I'd pay good money
to have sex with you.
Mom was Iike this prodigy dancer at
age 15
until a bunch of stuff happened.
And my dad was this super gambler.
And Mary's... She's always been
great at everything.
Wait. Your dad was
The Gambler?
(LAUGHING) No, that's Kenny Rogers.
Oh! Oh!
My dad was a gambler.
'A.'
Yeah. And he pretty much
did it professionally.
He won this car in a poker game.
This car?
Your dad won this car?
Well, yeah. He supposedly won $17,000
but he was afraid to face Jinx because he'd been gone for
three days. So...
Oh! He stopped at
the dealership
on his way back and came home with this Iittle
beauty.
Actually, I'II show you. My mom kept the original
registration.
Let me see.
This car's about the only thing in her Iife she's
ever taken care of.
Here we go.
See?
So, what do you know about Iemons?
Limones?
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(CLEARS THROAT) It's my mother.
Hey. JINX: What the hell
is taking so long?
You'd better not be doing what I think you're doing.
Uh, who do you think I am? You?
Just get your ass back here. Now.
I've got to go. My mom's flipping
out about the car.
I'II be back tomorrow to take you to physical therapy.
Well, actually, Mary offered to
take me.
(LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY) Yeah. Right. Good Iuck.
AII right.
Call me when she doesn't show.
Uh, anyway, I was thinking afterwards, we could maybe
grab Iunch or a movie.
Your treat, of course.
Well, I already
told Mary I'd go out with her.
And maybe Iunch and a movie isn't
such a good idea for us.
(SIGHS) I don't want
to cross the Iine.
Oh.
AII right. Well, I guess I'II see you around, then.
(CAR ENGINE STARTING) Yeah, well, I guess.
Good night, then.
Mrs. Ferguson, I'm so very sorry for your Ioss.
May I see Donald now?
You should know the burns are
extensive.
(GASPS)
(STAMMERING) Hey.
Um...
I just wanted to say goodbye.
And...
I miss you. Wow.
Didn't see that one coming, did you?
Neither did I.
I'm sorry we couldn't be
happy together.
I don't yet know
the purpose of our time together. But I'm
sure from where you are,
the answers are clear.
(SNIFFS)
I hope you know that even though
I couldn't stand you, I did...
I do Iove you.
Thank you.
When can I Iay him to rest?
I should be able to release
the body this afternoon.
I don't know if this will be
of any comfort, but,
he wouldn't have Iived much
Ionger, anyway.
I don't understand.
Why?
His Iiver. It's completely cirrhotic.
He would have been dead within a couple of months.
Why was Don's Iiver cirrhotic?
You are aware, Mrs. Ferguson, that your husband was
an alcoholic?
No. That's not right.
I'm afraid there's no question.
His blood alcohol was 0.28 at the time of
his death.
No. Don never drank.
Except for the sacrament. He helped so many people
get sober.
He couldn't stand alcohol.
AIcoholics can be very secretive.
Sometimes the people they are closest to
don't...
My husband got up at 5:00 every morning to minister
to the needy.
He didn't get home until usually well past midnight.
So if you're telling me that that person on that table
was an alcoholic,
then I'm telling you,
that's not my husband.
Then you need to get me a DNA sample,
'cause the body on this table has
been a fall-down drunk
every day of his adult Iife.
We got a big problem.
So, I don't get it. Someone killed Don
and then Ieft
a different body in the car to throw us
off?
Well, I don't know. Maybe. Could be
a kidnapping.
Any word from the FBI?
Yeah. Connor's two sons Ieft Boston three days ago.
On a fishing trip to Mexico.
Why didn't the FBI give us a heads up?
Well, they're very busy, important people.
That's unbelievable.
Anyway, they still can't Iocate
the Connor brothers.
They flew into San Diego where they were supposed
to meet up with a friend.
But no one in the family can or will confirm or
deny anything after that.
It seems the brothers are big on
witness intimidation,
but not so much on itineraries.
But if they killed or took Don to keep him from
testifying, why cover it up?
That's more Iikely to get the trial delayed
than thrown out.
Who can know the inner workings
of the criminal mind?
Isn't that kind of our job?
Huh.
Okay, how about this?
Maybe the body is one of the brothers.
Or another accomplice who got killed accidentally
or outlived his usefulness.
Lot of maybes in what you just said.
You're right. Why don't we Iet the FBI worry about tracking
the brothers?
We'II concentrate on protecting Ruth and
finding Don.
Preferably alive.
Sounds Iike a plan. I'II head back to
the office.
Okay.
Oh. You made it.
Of course I made it. Why wouldn't I?
Uh, no reason.
(CLEARING THROAT)
Oh, sexy.
So, something came up at work.
I'm going to have to just drop you off.
You can get a ride home,
right?
Sure.
In case you didn't notice, I've been trying to be
more, honest. Or,
I don't know. Maybe open's
a better word.
Open with people and myself about
how I relate.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
Which is to say, most of the time,
I don't.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
MARY: Hmm.
I'II call her back.
Oh, don't not talk to her on my account.
I can step outside if you need some privacy.
No, of course not.
I really want to hear what you're saying.
As I'm discovering, it has a Iot to do
with how I handle
or don't handle
commitment.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Oh, you know, your sister. She can talk.
(SCOFFS)
Is there something you want to tell me?
I think it's great that you're finally opening up.
I mean about you and Brandi.
(PHONE RINGING)
Get it.
For God's sake, talk to her!
Yeah. Um... I'II be quick.
Hello? It's not fair.
I schlep you back and forth from therapy,
I do your grocery shopping
and I wash your gross
Iaundry.
And as soon as I want to do something fun,
it's crossing a goddamn Iine?
(SIGHS)
Look, Brandi, it's just that Iast night...
(SIGHS)
Why don't the three of us go and see
a movie together sometime?
Oh, please. If we wait for Mary to be available,
we'II never go.
And what about Iast night?
(EXCLAIMS)
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Hang on. I'm getting
another call.
Hey. This is ridiculous.
What the hell is going on with you and Raphael?
Nothing. Really?
Okay, well, he just took the phone into the
next room to talk to you.
So something's going on.
Nothing. It's just a
disagreement.
If you're sleeping with him, I hope you
have the decency to tell me.
I'm not sleeping with him!
I can't believe everybody thinks
that I would do that.
First, Mom, and now, you. I would
never sleep with him.
Unless, of course, you two
were definitely broken up.
(SCOFFS)
You know what? I don't have time
for this high school BS.
Tell Chico to call me when you
two figure this out.
What did you do?
What? Nothing. Why is everything
always my fault?
God! Go to hell!
Hello? Hello?
(SIGHS)
Now, who's going to drive me?
Do you remember anyone walking out
this way this morning?
No, not that I can recall.
Well, someone walked away
from the crime scene.
I can't figure out where he went next.
Don't worry. I know just
who to call.
Tracks definitely belong to a male.
Approximately six foot, 180 pounds.
This guy's totally jerking our chain.
From the trail of blood, he's seriously injured.
You can see by his gait,
he's getting weaker.
BOBBY: Yeah. Go on, smart ass,
say something else.
WOMAN: I'II Iet you know when we're on our way.
Okay?
Oh, hell, no.
A car pulled up here.
Four door sedan.
The rear right tire is bald.
Looks Iike a guy got out.
There was a struggle.
Our guy was pulled into the car.
Where did they go next?
I-40.
With a 15-hour head start, whoever grabbed your guy
could be anywhere from California
to Arkansas.
(SIGHS)
Don's Iast cell phone call was to the shelter Iast
night at 9:16.
Three and a half minutes.
Strange, no one mentioned talking to him.
It's Iike backstage at
a fashion show.
Only these people Iook healthier.
Hey. What's going on?
Oh! We're going to the church to pray for the
soul
of that poor man who died in Don's car.
And for Don's safe return.
I know you're Iapsed, but we'd Iove it if
you came.
I'II try to make it.
I'm just a Iittle tied
up at the moment,
what with trying to find your missing husband and all.
Listen. Don called the shelter Iast night around
the same time he disappeared
and he spoke to someone
for three minutes.
Do you have any idea
who that might be?
No. But Phil's been missing since Iast
night
and he wasn't at breakfast this
morning.
He never misses breakfast.
He really shouldn't go a day without taking
his medication.
You don't think he...
What kind of medication is he on?
CIozapine. It's an anti-psychotic.
I'II get the police on it.
MAN: I have to clean up for church.
(PEOPLE GROANING)
I'm sorry. I have to take care of this.
Hey! Where were you Iast night?
I was here, Iike always.
Did you get any calls,
say around 9:00?
Nope.
I'm sending a few marshals along for extra security,
just in case.
Have they found those Connor boys?
Not yet. You'II be back right after
the service, right?
We're having a picnic after the service.
Ruth, you need to take
this seriously, okay?
I know what you're doing is important.
But if...
If I can't protect you...
I really don't want to kick you
out of the program.
Excuse me. I have to get everyone on the bus.
Yeah, of course you do.
It's tough, huh?
What is?
Watching the Iight go out on those childhood dreams.
So, what dream did your Iittle Iight go out on?
Oh. I wanted to play for the Yankees.
(CHUCKLES)
Stupid.
Why is that stupid?
Because every boy in the world thinks
he's going to grow up
and play for the Yankees.
Just Iike every Iittle girl thinks
she's going to, well,
star on Broadway or some such nonsense.
It's not nonsense.
But you know what the hardest part is?
The dagger to the heart?
No. But I'm sure
you'II tell me.
It's when the dream has
passed you by
and you've made all these excuses,
why it didn't happen.
And then, one day, you have that epiphany.
We just weren't good enough.
We didn't have the goods.
I mean, if we did, well,
we wouldn't be here, would we?
I was good enough.
You're going to write wash me
on the windshield?
Hey, Ruth! Do you know
whose car this is?
Yeah, it's Cook's.
Maybe he forgot the ketchup.
Yeah, I'm sure that's it.
MARY: Real name,
Peter O'Dell.
Multiple drunk and disorderlies,
assault, burglary.
Yeah. And that's
all in my past.
Don and Ruth saved me. I owe them everything.
I could never hurt Don.
Come on, Pete.
The dust and the bald tire put your car at the
crash site.
And I know you have a thing for Ruth.
Hell, Don knew you had a thing for Ruth.
Tell you the truth, I think she's got a Iittle thing
for you, too.
Come on, it doesn't take a genius to figure your
Iife gets a whole Iot better
with Don gone.
I swear. I didn't do
anything wrong.
We have blood, skin,
burnt clothes.
That car is a veritable cornucopia of damning
evidence.
Things are not Iooking good for you, my friend.
I didn't hurt Don.
But someone else did?
Come on. Peter.
New Mexico is a death penalty state.
If that other body turns out to be Phil, you're on the
hook for two murders.
Help yourself out.
I can't. I promised
not to tell.
Tell what? That you killed
two innocent people?
Okay.
(EXHALES) Okay.
Don's car was stolen
when he was delivering food to one
of the outreach facilities.
He saw the guy steal his car, drive away
and then veer off the road.
He ran after him to help, but by the time he got there,
the car was totally engulfed.
He got burned and he cut up his Ieg pretty bad
trying to pull the guy out.
He calls me at the shelter and tells me to bring
the First Aid kit,
but not to tell anyone.
I drove out there, I picked him up.
He bandaged himself up as best he could
and then he had me drop him off
at the free clinic.
He was bleeding a Iot.
But I swear he was alive.
Don said that he had to disappear.
That everyone had to think that he died
in the crash.
He wouldn't tell me why, but he made me promise
not to tell a soul.
Especially Ruth.
He said if she ever found out, that she would be in great
jeopardy.
Oh, oh. You expect us to believe that Ioad of crap?
Any chance he's connected
to the Connors?
With that rap sheet? It wouldn't be
a total shock.
Especially since the FBI
still can't find them.
Is there any reason why I shouldn't arrest this
mope right now?
MARY: None that I can think of.
Peter O'Dell, you're under arrest for
the murder of Donald Ferguson.
(CELL PHONE RINGING) Get up. You have the
right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of Iaw.
Hey, Ruth.
(SOBBING) I can't take this anymore.
It's too much.
He's dead, he's not dead.
He's dead... I don't know.
It's just...
Hey, hey, hey, calm down, calm down. What's going on?
RUTH: Phil came to the service.
He's alive, but he's half out of his mind off his
meds.
He said, 'Don's dead.' He said he saw Don die.
I'm on my way.
Congratulations. Phil's alive,
but Don's dead.
And you're as good as dead.
Oh, my God. No.
It wasn't me. You have to
believe me.
No. I really don't.
(DIALING)
Yes. I'd Iike to audition
for your show.
Okay. I gave him his pill, but
it hasn't taken effect yet.
Okay. Thanks.
Hey, Phil.
Listen. I'II Iet you get back to
your praying in a minute.
Now, I need your help. MAN: Excuse me.
Now, I need you to tell me what happened to Don.
Don came to the church and we prayed.
He was hurt really bad.
Did he say who hurt him?
So Don was praying. Then what happened?
Then Don died.
I know it's hard, but I need to know
where his body is.
So we can catch whoever hurt him, okay?
Don's in heaven.
No. Not his spirit. His body.
Where's his body?
Don's in heaven. Phil. Okay.
When we die, the body gets buried
and the soul goes to heaven.
(LAUGHS)
The soul inside Phil.
Right, the soul. But I want to
concentrate...
Phil have five souls. They talk all the time.
It's really Ioud.
(LAUGHING)
Now, they are talking about you.
Where is Sister Constance
when you need her?
(SIGHS)
Okay, Phil. Where's heaven?
In the sky. Okay, good.
Souls go to the sky. Bodies stay here.
So, where is Don's fricking body, Phil?
Heaven. Okay.
In the sky with
God and Mary and the angels.
Oh, Jesus.
Saint James and Saint Thomas,
Saint Philip...
And Saint Peter and Saint John...
So, Don died, then he went
to heaven.
Up there? Is that what you mean?
Phil,
did you help Don die?
I put Don in heaven.
Am I in trouble?
Why don't you go pray with Miss Ruth, okay?
(CHURCH ORGAN PLAYING)
Phil prays every day.
Cook's Iocked up. That's swell.
I think Phil might have killed Don.
Keep an eye on him for me?
What else have I got to do?
Oh, God.
Shh!
(WHISPERING) What?
Shh. Shh.
What? What?
I just spent two days running
all over creation
thinking you were kidnapped or dead.
Half the hobos in AIbuquerque are
in mourning
and Cook's facing murder charges. And you
have the balls to shush me?
Cook killed someone?
Yeah. Apparently, you. Now, start explaining.
What is going on?
Shh.
Again with the shushing.
Listen.
(WOMAN SINGING)
Come here. Come here.
PRIEST: Let us pray.
Look at her.
She says it's bad manners to Iook at your feet when
talking to God.
Six years ago, I was in a deep crisis.
Not what people Iike to call a crisis of faith.
I never doubted God's existence.
I just couldn't find him.
It was Iike he was avoiding me.
It's a terrible thing to be snubbed by the Creator.
So, I began attending mass at
a different church every day.
Seven churches, seven masses,
seven days.
Sometimes, even more.
And on the seventeenth day, in a small cathedral,
south of Boston,
during the Iiturgy of the Eucharist,
I Iooked over
and that's what I saw.
I had never seen anyone with God
before.
But you know, that's not enough to
sustain a man and a woman.
We've always had God.
But never each other.
You faked your death to get away from Ruth?
No. No, it's God's will, Mary.
He spoke to me through the burning jeep.
He called that poor soul who died in my truck home
to end his suffering.
And mine. And Ruth's.
How much blood did you Iose? I'm not delusional.
God did speak to me.
He said I should hide myself
here in his house and pray.
And when my injuries healed,
I should Ieave this place.
Ruth will find happiness.
And I'II continue doing his work in
another city.
This is God's will, Mary.
It's what he wants.
You don't believe.
I believe you believe.
And I can't think of anyone
who deserves to be happy in this Iife more than
you and Ruth.
BRANDI: It's ridiculous.
Everybody has these suspicious minds.
They automatically assume the worst.
Like, can't two attractive heterosexual people just
be friends?
Not in my experience.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Oh, it's Raph.
He probably wants me to come over and do
his taxes or snake his toilet.
What?
RAPHAEL: I just have to say a few things, okay?
Look. I think that for
the good of everybody,
it's probably best if we stop hanging out.
What? That's crazy.
Just because we had some stupid moment,
we can't be friends anymore?
Okay, that's ridiculous. Nothing happened and
nothing will happen.
What are you, three?
I'm sorry. I can't.
Chico, cut it out.
Chico?
MARY: According to the Gospel of Don,
God told Don to free himself and Ruth
from the surly bonds of their loveless marriage.
He said their union had fulfilled his purpose.
And now, Don was to leave Ruth with
the belief he had perished.
So that they might both go out and
find happiness on Earth.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Don, being the Lord's faithful servant,
was loathe to disobey.
And Jesus came upon two brothers who were
fishing in the Sea of Galilee
and said unto them, 'Follow me and I will turn
you into fishers of people.'
What's that got to do with anything?
The FBI just picked up the Connor brothers on a fishing
boat in the Gulf of California
with 400 pounds of Mexican heroin in
the hold.
MARY: Before Don limped off into the desert night,
he asked God, 'Lord, you have commanded me to be happy. But
you haven't told me how.
'Please, Lord, what does it take for two people
to be happy?'
But the Lord had said all that he would say.