person,
but-but he-he repents
for his sins.
Bless me, Father,
for l have sinned.
l thought you were dead.
lt's been a long time
since my last confession.
Yeah, but why'd you have
to shoot that deputy, Bob?
Cut the comedy, huh? You
would've done the same thing.
l'm not asking you
where you got
the priest togs, am l?
That's your business.
Just tell me
how we get out of here.
l'm sorry for you, Bob.
You're what?
You stand to gaff for the men
you shot-- l am so sorry--
and if there's anything
l could do
to make you more comfortable...
What, are you joking?
What can l do, Bob?
You know, hey...
You.
Doc says you're going to live
long enough for us to fry you.
Escape from prison,
murder of two guards...
murderous assault
on an officer...
Now, Father, you finish up here.
l'm coming back in here
in five minutes...
and then you're going to tell me
where those other two men are.
That's right.
What can l do, Bob?
What can l do to get you
out of here? What can l do?
l don't know, but you better do
it, or l'm gonna turn you in.
-They'll send us back inside.
-lnside?
No, you won't be going
back inside.
l rat you out, we're all gonna
fry for those guards we shot.
Ex-Excuse me?
Excuse me, excuse me,
you shot the guards, Bob.
You shot the guards.
No, l think not.
l think you shot the guards.
Oh, no, no.
You shot the guards, Bob.
No, l think you shot them.
l think that
you shot the guards,
and l think that that's going
to be my dying confession.
So, what are you going to do
to get me across that border?
Father, are you about done?
Yeah.
l believe he's dying.
l'm going back--
l have to get another priest
to help me administer
the last rites.
Well, we'll be upstairs, Father.
Santa Maria
Here, put this on.
l couldn't get
the hundred bucks.
Where the hell you been?
-Bobby's in the slammer.
-What?
Yeah. He's in the jail.
He shot a cop,
and they shot him.
They got him here?
Look, he saw me,
he knows we're here.
He says he's gonna rat us out
unless we help him escape.
We have to take him with us.
l don't get it.
-He says he's gonna rat us out?
-Yeah, yeah.
Well... well,
let him rot in there.
l'm way ahead of you--
he says
either he sees us
coming back to save him,
or he blows the whistle
before we can get across.
He's giving us five minutes.
How are we gonna get across?
l have no idea.
Amen.
And now,
as is traditional at this time,
before our Procession,
we will have the drawing
of our lottery.
And now l call up
to stand beside me...
Ah. Father Brown.
Father Brown?
Father Brown?
There he is!
There he is-- Father Brown.
lt's another...
it's another Father Brown.
No, no, no, it's...
it's another Father Brown.
lt's another Father Brown.
lt's not this one.
Ned...
Father Brown.
l never won anything before.
l'm really anxious
to get back down there
so the Procession will go on.
lt is with great happiness that
l present to you, Father Brown,
whom, we may say,
the hand of God himself,
has chosen to deliver
this year's sermon on the
miraculous properties
of the Shrine
of the Weeping Virgin.
Father Brown.
Oh, God...
''Have you ever felt
completely alone?
''Alone in a world
''of danger, and no one
to rely on?
''Danger on every hand,
in a world fraught with danger,
''and at the brink of death,
l felt in my pocket,
and what did l find?''
What did l find?
Nothing.
There's nothing there.
lt's all in your head.
Well, they can take the money
from you.
They can take the position
from you.
l don't know, they can whip you.
People turn their back on you.
Everything happens to everybody.
And you ain't gonna find nothing
in your pocket
that can stave it off.
Nothing can stave it off.
Pain...
affliction... we say ''power.''
Power doesn't do it.
''Cause you'll never have enough.
Money?
l don't know.
You know anybody who has enough?
Still, trouble befalls us.
Everyone has that sadness
in their heart.
Some