The ending is simply excellent cinema and about which my lips are sealed. The cinema's charming infatuation with black female judges is smoothly requited here by Alfre Woodard's fanatically anti-smoking jurist. This movie will be called anti-Catholic, because the murder victim, the bishop, turns out to be a pervert. Perhaps Gere could help give us a perverted Tibetan Buddhist monk, for a change, but don't count on it. The Church is huge, powerful, and an easy target, and Hollywood loves sticking it to Catholics.
Priests are a two-fer.
A bishop ups the ante.