Sleepers Page #16

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No.

-No one saw you buy the tickets? -That's right.

-Did you get a receipt? -No, I didn't.

Paid by check? Mastercard? Visa?

No, I paid by cash. I usually pay for things in cash.

You care for the boys in your parish, don't you, Father?

Very much.

And there isn't anything you wouldn't do for them, am I right?

Anything in my power to do, I would make it a point.

Like a father, a good father, looking out for one of his sons.

Something along those lines, yes.

And is it true then, as a good father, you would want to protect them...

...from something they shouldn't have done.

As much as I would want to protect them from what someone else said they did.

-Like a murder? -Yes, like a murder.

Let me get this straight then. No one knew you were going to the game.

No one saw you at the game. No one saw you buy tickets for the game.

There's no record you even bought tickets.

You have no receipt for the tickets.

-Am I correct? -Yes, that's correct.

Then how do we really know, Father?

How do we know...

...you and the two defendants were at the game on the night of the murder?

I'm telling you as a witness... and as a priest. We were at the game.

Yes, as a priest, and a priest wouldn't lie? Am I right?

A priest with ticket stubs wouldn't need to lie.

I always keep the stubs.

Do you want to see them?

Why is that, Father? Why do you keep the stubs?

Because you never know when someone might want more than your word.

Has anyone ever questioned your word before today?

No. No one ever has. But there's a first time for everything.

I have no further questions. Thank you, Father.

Thank you, Father. You may step down.

I've never recovered from seeing Father Bobby take the stand and lie for us...

...to even the score for John and Tommy.

He didn't just testify for them, he testified against Wilkinson's...

...and the evil that had lived there for too long.

Still, I was sorry he had to do it.

With respect to the charge of murder in the second degree...

...do you find the defendant, John Reilly, guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

With respect to the charge of murder in the second degree...

...do you find the defendant, Thomas Marcano, guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

Thank you very much. This jury is discharged.

Hi, how are you? Could I get a hot dog?

Mustard and relish...a lot of relish.

Give him two napkins.

You did good in there, counselor.

So, what happens to you now?

What happens? I walk away.

Wait a few weeks, I'll hand them my notice.

After the way I handled this case...

...they won't be in a rush to keep me from the door.

So, you switch to the other side and work as a defense lawyer. The money's better.

There's always gonna be more bad guys than good, Mikey.

And can you imagine the work you'd get from John and Tommy's crew?

That's a house and a pool.

Not for me. I've seen all the law I want to see.

-It's time for something else. -Like what?

I'll let you know when I know.

You know, you're too old to play for the Yankees...

...and you're too young to take up golf.

Why are you shooting holes through all of my plans?

You gonna make me panic.

You'll work it out. You always have.

It's time for quiet, Shakes.

I just want to shut my eyes and not have to see the places I've been.

I'm weary...

I don't know.

Maybe I'll get lucky, forget I was even there.

Well, don't disappear on me, counselor.

I may need a good lawyer one day.

You can't afford a good lawyer.

I may need a good friend, though.

I'll find you when you do. Count on it.

Always have.

A full month had passed since the acquittal, and no one had made contact.

In those few weeks, our lives had reverted back to what they'd been...

...prior to the murder of Sean Nokes.

Carol had returned to her stack of social service files...

...helping troubled teens and single mothers.

John and Tommy went back to the streets, running the West Side Boys.

I was promoted from clerk to reporter trainee, covering the entertainment beat.

Michael, as he'd promised, resigned from his job...

...after working the losing end of a "can't miss case".

I don't know how to f***ing thank you!

I can't believe what you did. I can't believe we got away with it!

It wasn't me. That was Mikey. It was all Mikey's plan.

When I first heard he was taking the case, I was gonna have him burned.

I figured, he's a friend, and if you've gotta be sent away on a murder rap...

...who better to do it?

Well, the way he was handling the case, I thought he sucked as a lawyer.

I started feeling sorry for the bastard.

Never feel sorry for a lawyer.

Get over here, counselor!

You are the real Count!

Alive and well and living in New York City!

You f***ing maniac! All right!

What is this, a gay bar?

It was until you came in!

Why don't you give me a kiss to go with that hello?

Get out of the way.

Let's have a drink.

The Four Gladiators!

The "Four Gladiators", worst quartet to ever hold a Hell's Kitchen corner.

But what was that name that Shakes wanted to call it?

Genius wanted to call it, "The Count and His Cristos."

-Nice! -Well, you know, it's so sweet, isn't it?

Hey, that would've sent albums flying out of the store.

We weren't that bad. I mean, some people wanted to hear us sing.

That kid at the deaf school don't count!

One song for Carol.

-I retired a long time ago. -Come on, you mutts!

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