01x08 - Please Whisper In Church

[bunniefuu]

sh*t!

Sorry if I startled you.

Father...

Sorry, yeah, you kind of scared me.

Not my intention.

Are you here for confession?

Sure.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been a while since
my last confession.

If I'm being honest, Father...

I'm afraid that I've willingly engaged

in something that is...

inherently evil.

And now I can't get out of it.

Let's see.

Well, it's got a foreign account code.

But they don't give the source.

And with international
banking laws and all...

I'm sorry, do you not know
how you got this money?

- No, that's...
- Uh, it's her uncle's estate.

He was very wealthy;
holdings all over the place.

So we're just trying to figure out

where exactly the money's coming from.

You know, we don't want her cousins
finding out about a new account

and then making claims on
assets they don't deserve.

Yeah. Uh... they weren't the ones

changing the old man's
diapers the past two years.

I'm gonna get my manager
to take a look at this.

It's strange, the deposits
seem to be coming

in regular intervals... 46
minutes after every hour.

50,000...

100,000...

150,000...

150?

Yes, at 8:46 this morning.

Are you not aware of this last deposit?

We just... had no idea

how much Uncle Jimmy actually had.

Well... I'm gonna get my manager.

It's okay. Uh, everything
seems to be in order.

Thank you for your time.

What are you doing?

300 grand?

Dodge is into some serious sh*t, okay?

And the last thing we need

is someone looking into it before we can

figure out what's going on.

Thought I had no choice.

You know, I couldn't just
leave my family with nothing.

Wanting to provide for
your loved ones is not a sin.

Yeah.

How you decide to do it...

it can be.

What exactly are you doing?

Dealing drugs, stealing?

No, no.

I'd never do something that
could hurt someone else.

Ironically, the only person
that could get hurt is me.

Okay, well, call me if you
have any information.

Thanks.

Anything?

Hospitals and morgues have no one

fitting his description,
so I guess that's good.

You called the police?

We don't know what Dodge is doing.

I thought we agreed we were
gonna keep him out of trouble.

He's already in trouble.

My son, I cannot provide you
with the sacrament of penance

unless you confess your specific misdeed

and express your heartfelt
sorrow for having committed it.

Thing is...

the rules say I can't tell anyone.

If I tell you, and you go to the cops...

I'm forbidden from breaching

the confidentiality of confession.

Church canon dictates that
I cannot betray your trust.

Father, if I told you...

you wouldn't believe me.

Hey! Hey! Hey, hey!

Stop that this instant!

He's trying to k*ll me!

I was, I was just waiting my turn! f*ck.

You just violated the
sanctity of my church.

Now, sit down and tell me exactly why

you think people are trying to k*ll you.

Because I agreed to it.

Does your husband have a history

- of depression in his family?
- No.

Suicide?

No.

Sorry, I-I got to ask.

Often people who are sick,

they want to go out on their own terms.

It's okay.

Sorry, I have to ask this.

Um, and for your husband's sake,
I need you to tell the truth.

Was he involved in anything ill*gal?

Drugs, financial crimes,
anything that could

help explain the deposits
you've been receiving?

The idea that my husband
would be involved

in anything ill*gal is absurd.

Okay.

Uh, my situation is this...

I can't even file a missing
person's report for 24 hours,

so my hands are tied, but, uh...

Look, I'll poke around,
talk to some people.

But I got to be honest,
I'm grasping right now.

My husband is a good man.

Please, if there's
anything you can do...

Yeah, of course.

I got less than a minute,
Father... I got to go.

Why? What's so urgent
at 9:45 on a weekday

that you need to run off instead
of tell me your problems?

9:45 isn't when things
get urgent, Father.

It's 9:46... that's when
they'll know where I am.

Who? Who will know?

Look... I can't say.

Whoever it is,

I promise I won't let them hurt you.

Not in my house.

Not in the Lord's house.

Ah, sh*t, you see?

Now they know where I am.

Actually, Dodge,

I've known where you
are for some time now.