Touched by an Angel (1994–2003): Season 7, Episode 13 - A Death in the Family - full transcript
An officer's accidental shot at a young African American boy is taken as prejudice.
I will never get used to
the sound of a gun firing.
It's a really horrible noise.
So sudden, so...
- Final.
- What?
I can't hear a
word you're saying.
We're talking about gunfire.
Oh, Father, have
mercy on us, please!
Oh, thank you.
Now, what?
Gunfire.
It's just so hard
to watch people
practicing to
shoot other people.
But policemen do have to
be prepared for anything.
Yes, they do.
Is he our assignment?
Yes, baby.
McCovey.
Hello?!
Hey, long time... What?!
When? Just now?
Are you sure?
No, you... No, hang on. Hang on.
All right. Go.
Three-eight-eight.
All right, I got it.
Hey. Hey.
Our snitch in the Pittman
case finally came through.
Saw Pittman moving
into a house on Sonoma.
- That's great.
- Now what is that?
Is that, uh... That's
Southside, right?
Yeah, it's a real
bad neighborhood.
Yeah, so what else is new?
All right, my man, Teissler,
go get me a warrant, a’right?
- Got it. -Okay.
- Big man, let's move.
- Teis, I'm with you, man.
- You want to do this tonight?
Of course I want
to do it tonight.
Think I want this guy
moving on us again?
We'll wake the, uh,
day up; he'll love us.
388 Sonoma Drive,
Calvin Pittman.
I'll see you guys
back at the precinct.
- Okay.
- Let's go catch a bad guy.
It's a dangerous
world out there, baby,
and a policeman like Frank
puts his life on
the line every day.
And if he's not careful,
the most dangerous person
out there could be himself.
♪ When you walk ♪
♪ Down the road ♪
♪ Heavy burden ♪
♪ Heavy load ♪
♪ I will rise ♪
♪ And I will walk with you ♪
♪ I'll walk with you ♪
♪ Till the sun
don't even shine ♪
♪ Walk with you ♪
♪ Every time, I tell you ♪
♪ I'll walk with you ♪
♪ Walk with you ♪
♪ Believe me, I'll
walk with you. ♪
Hello?
Hey, it's me.
Oh, honey, where you been?
It's almost 5:00.
We've been up all night
trying to get a warrant.
We finally got Pittman.
- The meth dealer.
- Yup.
We're gonna catch
this creep, finally.
You couldn't get him tomorrow?
What? Why does
everybody keep saying that?
What ever happened to-to
striking while the iron's hot?
Whatever happened to
sleeping while your wife is tired?
Justice never
sleeps. You know that.
My husband, the superhero.
I just don't want it
to catch up to you.
You've been working
so much lately.
I'm fine.
Hey, look, I got to go, okay?
Just didn't want you to worry.
Listen, uh, I'm gonna
make the collar,
then I got some paperwork.
Tell Brian that I'll
be home in time
for basketball
practice, all right?
I'll tell him. Be careful.
All right, I love you.
We got it.
All right, let's move.
We're on target.
Got you. There's the house.
- Three-eight-eight.
- Right.
Teissler and Mark,
you take the back.
Pendleton and Jones,
take the Charlie side.
Me and Daniels will
go in through the front.
Keep focused. Let's move.
Rolling.
Check it out.
Makes drugs all night,
plays baseball all day.
All-American guy.
Frank, don't do
it. Look, there's a...
There's a baseball in the grass.
Something isn't right.
Damn it.
- Burn! Burn! Burn!
- Burn! Burn! Burn! -Let's go.
Police! We got the
place surrounded!
- Going in.
- We're in, we're in!
Calvin Pittman,
we have a warrant
for your arrest!
Put your hands on your head and
come out where we can see you!
Coming in from the rear.
Clear!
Nothing here.
- Mommy!
- Come on, come on!
Police in!
All right, move!
What is it?
Yeah.
Oh, God, I shot a kid.
Paul, I shot a kid!
Call an ambulance. Go!
We need an ambulance
at 388 Sonoma Drive.
911.
What is the nature
of your emergency?
Hello? Hello?
What is your emergency?
Hello?
What happened here?
Someone said
there were gunshots?
Get back, please.
«Jamal!
- Come on in, Reverend Davis.
Folks, please stay back.
Nothing to see.
I'm Detective Paul Daniels.
We've met before at the,
uh, outreach programs.
Oh, yes, I remember.
Where's Jamal?
He's been shot, Reverend Davis.
How is he? Is he alive?
Yes.
So what was it,
another drive-by?
Well, he was home alone, and...
We'd like to get in
touch with his parents,
if you could help us.
Ah, yes. His father's deceased.
His mother works at the
Del Arno Bakery on Third.
Madeline Griffin.
Won't be easy finding her, uh...
She's out making
deliveries right about now.
Can I see him?
Let us through
the hallway, please.
Here we go.
Lord, have mercy.
What happened here?
We had information that
there was a drug dealer
operating out of this address.
We have a warrant.
You tell your people that
this boy better make it.
You tell them that they better
wear their knee bones
to dust praying for him.
Frank, is this the right house?
Yes. Three-eight-eight.
It was on the warrant.
Well, something ain't right,
because there's no
Pittman, there's no lab,
and there's no drugs.
And you just shot a kid.
I didn't know there
was a kid in here, Paul.
I mean, all I saw was a gun.
You saw that phone.
In-in the dark, it looked
like a gun, didn't it?
You're gonna have to
talk to Internal Affairs.
Hey, Paul, I.A.'s coming.
They're here.
Let's go, let's go!
Okay, so you entered,
there was movement...
Yes. It was dark,
and I saw a gun.
What you thought was a gun.
Right, I saw what I
thought was a gun.
'Cause it was actually a phone.
It was the phone that
he used to call 911.
Yeah.
I know what you're thinking.
My informant told
me 388 Sonoma Drive.
That's where we went.
My informant has
never been wrong.
Pittman was
obviously tipped off.
Frank, no drugs,
no lab equipment was
found anywhere in the house.
So they cleaned out.
The drug dealers moved
out in the middle of the night,
and then suddenly the woman
and her son move right in?
Yeah.
Look, you know,
maybe he was living
there for a while.
You don't know these people.
You know, they-they bounce
around from house to house.
They move in with-with
friends and second cousins.
You look into that
woman, mother of the kid,
and you'll see that she
was either a-an ex-girlfriend
or an aunt or something,
but there is definitely
a connection.
Look, I feel horrible
about this kid, I do.
I'm-I'm sick about it,
but... it's not my fault.
This kid had no business
being in the home
of a drug dealer.
I followed procedure.
I did nothing wrong.
Frank, you...
took a leave, what,
two years ago,
after your daughter died?
Yeah.
But you... you only
took two weeks.
I was miserable.
I felt it was good for
me to get back to work.
Was it?
Yeah.
Good.
And that's about the
time that you joined
the, uh, Narcotic
Task Force, right?
That's right.
Detective, I'm gonna...
have to ask for your
badge and your gun.
You're on leave
until further notice.
I'll be in touch.
Hello?
What are your comments
on the shooting...
We have nothing to say to you.
Quit calling!
Was that a reporter, Mom?
We're getting calls already.
-Hey.
- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
It's gonna be fine.
Why are you home from school?
Well, I was worried about you.
Everybody's... talking.
Yeah.
It was an accident,
wasn't it, Dad?
Yeah.
Put your hands on your head
and come out where
we can see you!
We've got the place surrounded!
Mommy!
Yeah, yeah, of course it was.
Mrs. Griffin, do you
have any comment
on what's happened to your son?
Excuse us.
Please, no.
I have to get to
my baby, please.
Please, let her be, guys.
- Madeline...
- Please, no.
I'll be right along.
My name is Reverend Austin Davis
from the New Hope Center Church,
and I have a prepared
statement that I would like
to read on behalf
of Mrs. Griffin
and the rest of the
African-American community.
Once again, a terrible
injustice has been perpetrated
on our neighborhood by the
Southvale Police Department,
and Mrs. Griffin will not
rest until she has gotten
to the bottom of it.
And the black community
will not rest either.
Reverend Davis, it's been
reported that Jamal Griffin was
home alone at the
time of the shooting.
I know the police will
try to blame this tragedy
on the fact that Mrs. Griffin
was not at home this morning.
Madeline Griffin is a single
mother, a good mother.
She does all she can
to take care of her child.
This is an 11-year-old
boy who was taught
to stay inside while
his mother was at work,
because the streets
outside were too dangerous.
Apparently, now it's not even
safe to be in your own bedroom,
especially if you're black.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I
have some planning to do.
Reverend, do you expect any
violence from the community?
Reverend Davis,
my name is Monica.
Hello, Monica.
I wanted you to know that Jamal
has made it through the surgery,
but he's still in
critical condition.
Are you with the hospital?
Actually, I'm with the
community relations office
of the police department,
but I'd like to help
in any way I can.
You are not trying to
help us, young lady.
You're trying to public
relations this thing away,
and I'm here to tell you
that it is not going away.
And neither am I.
Great.
May I come in?
What now?
Frank, I, uh, I need
you tell me again
the address that your
informant gave you.
388 Sonoma Drive.
Okay, now that's the address
you went to this morning,
but is that the address
that the informant gave you?
Yes.
Calvin Pittman was apprehended
about half an hour ago
at 388 Sonoma Circle.
It's about three
blocks from the Griffins.
Jamal Griffin has
nothing to do with drugs.
You went to the
wrong house, Frank.
Oh, no, Frank.
No.
Mom... my!
Oh, my God.
Sonoma Circle? Circle?
Yeah.
Wait till I get my
hands on this guy.
Your informant?
Yeah. He gave me the address.
He said 388 Sonoma
Drive. I even wrote it down.
Where, Frank?
Oh, I stuck it in my
pants or threw it away.
I don't remember.
Well, maybe... it'll
turn up somewhere.
I'm gonna kill this
snitch for screwing us up.
Frank, you could've
double-checked
the address before
you got the warrant.
I've been trying to nail this
guy Pittman for over a year.
He's as slippery as they come.
He knows how to pack up and
go mobile at the drop of a hat,
and I wasn't gonna
lose him this time!
Look, Andrew, I... I don't
know what you have to do,
but I-I need this
to be over with.
Frank...
I got a feeling this
is just getting started.
Lord, you know that I
have turned to your words
for comfort many
times in my life.
Lord, I ask your
countenance to shine on...
Father, can you
understand that I have
no more cheeks for them to slap,
that I have no more
love for thy enemy,
and I am tired?
So... I am moving
on with my plan,
unless you can
show me a better one.
He will, baby.
He will.
That's a lovely hymn
you're singing, Mrs. Griffin.
It's one of my favorites.
Thank you.
It's not really a lullaby,
but when he was a
baby, I used to sing it
every night before
he went to sleep.
Course, that was
a long time ago.
Seems like yesterday.
I'm Monica.
Madeline.
Reverend Davis... he speaks
so highly of you and Jamal.
The reverend is a wonderful man.
He's been almost like
a... a father to Jamal.
The reverend taught Jamal how
to make those shadow puppets,
you know, with a flashlight.
And Jamal started making
little puppet shows for all the kids
at the Sunday school.
He'd make out the
shape and do the voices.
This is the quietest
I've ever seen him.
I've been singing and praying,
and singing again
and praying again.
It's the only
thing I know to do.
I think prayer is the best
thing a person can do.
You must see a lot
of prayerful people,
working at the
hospital and such.
I-I don't work for the
hospital, Mrs. Griffin.
I'm a community
relations officer
with the police department.
I just came in here to
see if there was anything
that you need right now.
But if you rather I
go, I'll understand.
No.
Please stay.
No, no, no, you listen to me.
He set me up.
Now when you find that snitch,
you tell him I'm
looking for him.
Heat you guys up?
No, thanks, Cathy.
- Yeah, please.
- Yeah.
Listen, Frankie, I don't
care what anybody says.
You are a good cop and
that shooting was an accident.
Thanks, Cat.
Look, I-I can't talk about it.
Frank, look, maybe
we should talk about it.
There's nothing to talk about.
I got a bad tip. It happens.
Maybe you heard him wrong.
I heard him right.
Yeah, well,
something went wrong.
A kid got shot.
Maybe that baseball
in the backyard
should've been a tip-off, huh?
You were there. You saw it, too.
What are you getting at?
I don't know. I'm
just wondering,
you know, what we
could've done differently.
You mean what I could've done.
I was the first one
through that door,
not you guys, and
I know what I saw.
Okay. We all know
it was an accident.
We know that, Frank.
But the more important
thing is: why did it happen?
There's something
going on with you,
you got to deal with it.
Too many good cops
end up in the bathroom
with their guns in their mouth
because they
didn't deal with it.
Oh, this is great.
I'll tell ya, I-I never thought
that I would hear this
speech from you guys.
But I'll tell ya, I'm not
buying it for a second.
You know what the
truth of the matter is?
You guys don't give a rip
about my mental health.
All you care about
is that preacher
and-and all the trouble
you think he's gonna make.
What harm would
it do to apologize?
For what?!
Hey, Frank, just
diffuse things a little.
Fall on your sword.
This Reverend Davis, he's
gonna play the race card.
This whole thing could
blow up in our faces.
I was just doing my job,
and you guys know it.
Okay.
You know, I at least thought
that my team would
back me up on that.
Let him go. Let him go.
How you doing, brother?
That.
Now post that. Mm-hmm.
And this is for you.
- Thank you, Reverend.
- Amen.
And that's for you, sister.
- Thanks.
- Amen.
Ah, a new volunteer.
Welcome.
Yeah, we've got flyers to print,
uh, posters to paint,
phones to answer.
Uh, well, I didn't
come to volunteer.
My name is Tess, and
I'm looking for a church
that knows how to worship God.
Oh, well, if you want
to see faith in action,
you've come to the
right place, Tess.
Oh, yes, Jamal Griffin.
I heard all about this.
- There, sister.
- Thanks.
Yeah, we're taking
our cause to the streets.
Gonna demand answers.
Gonna make the police
department feel the heat.
No justice, no peace.
Do you know what
this flyer really does?
It paints a target on anybody
in a blue uniform with a badge.
Nowhere on this flyer
do I advocate violence.
But this church
will be instrumental
in making a
difference around here.
Well, then I guess I will
volunteer, because I'd like
to make a difference
around here, too.
Calvin Pittman, we have
a warrant for your arrest!
Mom... my!
What's happened?
911.
Oh, God, I shot a kid.
Frank?
It's 3:30 in the morning.
They want me to apologize.
Who?
The... the guys, department.
Well, maybe you should.
Why won't anyone
believe how it happened?
Maybe because how it
happened isn't as important
as why it happened.
What is that supposed to mean?
It was an accident!
It's just that, ever
since Lisa... No!
You haven't been
the same, Frank.
And it scares me to see
how angry you get on the job.
You think this is my fault?
Oh, of course not.
You think I killed
that kid on purpose?!
No, I don't!
Mom? Dad?
What's wrong?
What's all the yelling about?
Go back to sleep.
- Dad, what's wrong?
- Nothing.
Uh, come on, honey.
Why don't you go and
get some milk, okay?
Okay.
- Brian?
- Brian?
Oh, my God, what happened?!
- Turn him over.
- Oh, my God, he's unconscious!
All right, turn him over.
Hey, hey.
Oh, Brian.
Wait, let me put this on him.
Call 911!
It's all right, don't panic.
Oh, Brian.
Brian, Brian, it's
gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.
Hello? 911.
What is the nature
of your emergency?
Good thing he's got all that
hair to cover that bandage.
Why don't you go to the car.
Hey, Preacher, how you doing?
You know, somebody threw a
brick through our window last night.
No doubt somebody
who's been listening to you.
I do not advocate violence.
No, just revenge.
Well, at least your son can
walk out of this hospital today.
Look, I was just doing my job.
I had no idea there
was a kid there.
An innocent child lies on
his deathbed upstairs, man,
and all you can say
is "I didn't know"?
He was cowering in a corner,
unable to protect himself,
and you didn't know?
Hey, my dad didn't
do anything wrong.
Oh, the blind
defending the blind.
Who the hell do you
think you're talking to?
Frank, come on.
You're not supposed
to be talking to anybody.
- Let's go.
- Yeah, that's right.
Just walk away
from the truth, Frank.
Pretend it never happened.
You know what?
You're not
interested in the truth.
All you care about is
causing a commotion
and making a name for yourself.
- I'm making a name for myself?
- That's right.
Oh, look who's
calling the kettle black.
Even a city hall whitewash
is not gonna clear your name,
Frank McCovey.
Careful there, Preacher.
You never know
what a stressed-out,
hot-tempered police
officer is capable of doing.
Frank, stop.
Don't threaten me, McCovey.
You have no idea who
you are dealing with.
And you have no idea
who you're dealing with.
You want to put your
church in the headlines,
you do it on
somebody else's back.
You better watch yourself.
Oh, I'll be watching.
And so will a couple of hundred
other community activists.
As they're marching
downtown with me tonight.
That's fine.
And you might want to
keep your family home, Frank.
Reverend.
Are you staying
strong, Madeline?
I'm trying.
But I just keep thinking,
what if Jamal needs something
and can't say the words?
The community is
gonna speak for Jamal.
We're marching
on city hall tonight.
It's time this town understands
that we're not gonna sit by
while our children are
victimized by the
police anymore.
Monica.
Reverend, she's...
Oh, I know who she is.
And I know why she's here.
She's trying to help the
police build a case against you.
Or make you think that this all
was some terrible
misunderstanding.
Or your own negligence.
Well, it's not gonna work.
The truth is gonna
come out this time.
I'll return after this
woman is gone.
I don't know what to believe.
I know you work for the police.
But there's something
about you, Monica,
that just makes me feel
better when you're around.
Madeline.
I believe that all things,
even something terrible like
what has happened to Jamal,
can be turned into
something for good,
when people who love God
ask Him to change
their circumstances.
And here we have
been, you and I,
praying together for two days.
Whatever our differences may be,
there can be no doubt
that we both love God
and trust Him.
And whatever the
world is telling us to do,
I think that God wants
us to stay together.
And to keep on praying.
Yes.
So do I.
What, you're leaving?
I gave you the
benefit of the doubt.
The shooting could've
happened the way you said it did.
That's how it did happen.
And I saw you with
Reverend Davis,
and then I knew.
Knew what?
I did laundry last night.
I found this in the
pocket of your jeans.
It's the address that you
wrote down from the informant.
I need this; this
proves my case.
388 Sonoma Circle.
I could have let it just wash
away like a good cop's wife,
but I can't.
I just can't.
Because someone's child is
dying tonight because you just...
just had to be a superman.
I was sure I had
the right address.
But why didn't you
double-check it?
I don't know.
Yes.
You do.
Brian and I will
be at my sister's.
Daddy's here, honey.
Daddy's here.
And I love you and
I miss you so much.
Oh, God, I know this is a sin.
I know you'll probably
never forgive me, but I can't.
I...
I don't know what else to do.
God, I'm sorry.
There's a wind coming up.
What?
There's a wind coming.
It's gonna blow
that envelope away.
And Jan's never gonna
know why you did this.
Although, I don't think you
even know why yourself.
I shot a kid.
What's so hard to figure out?
You can start with the part
where you keep asking yourself
over and over and over again:
what was that voice?
Why didn't I listen
to it that morning?
It's that voice that whispers
somewhere in your gut,
"Don't do this, Frank.
"There's a baseball
lying in the grass.
Something isn't right."
How the hell did you know that?
It was me.
It was my voice.
But they were God's words.
He sent me.
You're... you're an angel?
Yes.
Then ask Him.
Ask God. He knows.
He knows that-that...
that H didn't know
that there was a little
boy behind that door.
That's true, you didn't.
But you did know that
whoever was behind that door
was probably black.
I don't want to talk about this.
I know.
You haven't talked
to anyone about this,
not even your
wife, and that's why
you're standing in the
middle of a cemetery,
holding a gun,
trying to kill yourself.
Frank, God created you.
He gave you life.
He doesn't want to
see that taken away.
If that's true, then
where was the angel
when my daughter was killed?
I was there.
I saw her dart
out into that street.
I saw her run in
the path of a car
that had no way
of stopping in time.
And when you ran out and
you held her in your arms,
I was there.
I was holding her spirit.
And now the Father
Himself is holding her.
Oh, God.
Frank, it was an accident.
And no one, black or white,
could have possibly
seen her coming.
He had no business being there.
What was a...
What was a black man
doing in your neighborhood?
Is that what you were gonna say?
I'm not a racist.
No, you probably
don't think you are,
but somewhere a long time ago,
someone said something
to you about a black person,
and it was hateful,
it was intolerant,
and you listened.
You-you were too
young to know better.
Then, years later, one day,
accidentally, someone
kills your child,
and because he was a black man,
it made it easier
for you to hate him,
because someone had taught
you how to do that a long time ago.
Instead, you just
focused on revenge.
That's why you were so driven
that you got sloppy, Frank,
and you didn't check your facts.
And it's also what
made it so easy,
two days ago,
for you not to hear
the voice of an angel.
Or of a child.
Police!
We got the place surrounded!
Mommy!
"Mommy."
Oh, God, forgive me.
He was yelling "Mommy."
You'd stopped
listening by then, Frank.
Oh, God.
What have I done?
Frank, God doesn't blame a child
for being taught prejudice.
But He does hold
you responsible now,
now that you... you
see it in yourself.
So what are you
gonna do about it?
I'd like to thank
the congregation
for coming to God's
house this evening.
So it's time to say,
"Enough is enough."
Amen.
I don't think you heard me.
So tonight is the night
that we take action.
Yes!
We will march
on city hall tonight
and every night
until we get justice!
- Amen!
- Yeah!
There will be, uh, police and
others who will try to stop us,
but we are within our rights,
and this is a righteous cause.
- Yes, sir!
- Yes!
We will not be intimidated.
No.
We will not allow
police brutality
to devastate our communities.
- That's right.
- Amen.
We are tired of
being disrespected,
tired of being lied to, -
Tired of being
shot in the streets!
And we are tired of being
shot in our own bedroom.
- Yes, Lord!
- Yeah!
Lord, we demand that those
who did this terrible act
of violence see justice.
-All right, now. Justice.
Madeline Griffin will
not be joining us tonight.
That good woman refuses
to leave her son's side.
Amen.
But she will be
with us in spirit.
So...
So... we would
like to unite in song.
♪ Walk with me, Lord ♪
♪ Walk with me ♪
♪ Walk with me, Lord... ♪
What are you doing here?
I have something to say.
No one wants to hear
any more of your lies.
Reverend, please,
if I could just...
And who are you?
He's... he's my friend.
Well, he's the only
friend you've got in here.
Maybe you should
leave, both of you.
Look, I want you
out of my church.
Hey, hold it.
This is not your church,
Reverend, this is God's church,
and it's called New Hope.
Do you have any faith in
the possibility of New Hope?
I am simply following the
wishes of Madeline Griffin.
No, you're not.
I knew it.
You're all in this together.
We are all in this
together, Reverend.
And if we don't all
get out of this together,
this tragedy will never stop.
I've been praying
with Madeline Griffin.
She doesn't want to fight.
She's never once
prayed for vengeance,
only for healing
and for forgiveness.
You asked God for a
better plan than yours,
Reverend Davis,
but you didn't bother
to wait and listen to
what God had in mind.
How do you know
what I prayed for?
Because, baby, we're angels.
Angels?
Are you ready now
to listen to God's plan?
Yes.
Yes, I am.
♪ I want you, Lord ♪
♪ I want you, Lord ♪
♪ Through all... ♪
Detective McCovey
has something to say.
We don't want to hear from him!
All right, hold on.
Hold on, now.
I don't blame you for it.
I didn't want to
listen to him, either,
because I knew if I listened,
maybe then I would
have to forgive him.
But maybe that's
what God had in mind.
Maybe that's the plan.
I, um... I shot a little boy.
The horror of that moment
will live with me for
the rest of my life.
I have a son of my own.
I had a daughter, too.
But...
But she's with God now.
So I-I know what
it's like to lose a child.
I know the fear in Mrs.
Griffin's heart at this moment,
because I sat with my
daughter night after night,
just like she's doing
right now with her son.
My daughter was
killed two years ago
on a Sunday afternoon
right... in front of our house.
She was, uh, hit by a car.
She never regained
consciousness.
She died a week later.
The driver of the
car was a black man.
It wasn't his fault.
But I...
I couldn't help but think that
if it wasn't for a black man,
my daughter would
be alive today.
And before I knew it, I...
I was blaming all of you.
I... never thought of myself
as a bigot before, but...
but I guess I was.
I didn't know it
until this happened,
but I want to change.
And I'm asking
God... and my wife...
and you... to help me.
What happened
the other day was not
the police department's fault,
it was not my informant's fault,
it was my fault.
I'm sorry.
I'm so... I mean, I'm so sorry.
♪ Let the church say ♪
♪ Amen ♪
♪ Let the church say ♪
♪ Amen ♪
♪ Let the church say ♪
♪ Amen, Amen ♪
♪ Amen ♪
♪ Everybody say ♪
♪ Amen ♪
♪ Everybody say ♪
♪ Amen ♪
♪ Everybody say ♪
♪ Amen ♪
♪ Amen, amen ♪
♪ Amen ♪
Oh, Lord.
Yes, baby?
I'm here.
♪ Everybody say ♪
♪ Amen ♪
Oh... Oh, thank you, Lord.
Thank you.
♪ Amen ♪
♪ Amen, amen. ♪
the sound of a gun firing.
It's a really horrible noise.
So sudden, so...
- Final.
- What?
I can't hear a
word you're saying.
We're talking about gunfire.
Oh, Father, have
mercy on us, please!
Oh, thank you.
Now, what?
Gunfire.
It's just so hard
to watch people
practicing to
shoot other people.
But policemen do have to
be prepared for anything.
Yes, they do.
Is he our assignment?
Yes, baby.
McCovey.
Hello?!
Hey, long time... What?!
When? Just now?
Are you sure?
No, you... No, hang on. Hang on.
All right. Go.
Three-eight-eight.
All right, I got it.
Hey. Hey.
Our snitch in the Pittman
case finally came through.
Saw Pittman moving
into a house on Sonoma.
- That's great.
- Now what is that?
Is that, uh... That's
Southside, right?
Yeah, it's a real
bad neighborhood.
Yeah, so what else is new?
All right, my man, Teissler,
go get me a warrant, a’right?
- Got it. -Okay.
- Big man, let's move.
- Teis, I'm with you, man.
- You want to do this tonight?
Of course I want
to do it tonight.
Think I want this guy
moving on us again?
We'll wake the, uh,
day up; he'll love us.
388 Sonoma Drive,
Calvin Pittman.
I'll see you guys
back at the precinct.
- Okay.
- Let's go catch a bad guy.
It's a dangerous
world out there, baby,
and a policeman like Frank
puts his life on
the line every day.
And if he's not careful,
the most dangerous person
out there could be himself.
♪ When you walk ♪
♪ Down the road ♪
♪ Heavy burden ♪
♪ Heavy load ♪
♪ I will rise ♪
♪ And I will walk with you ♪
♪ I'll walk with you ♪
♪ Till the sun
don't even shine ♪
♪ Walk with you ♪
♪ Every time, I tell you ♪
♪ I'll walk with you ♪
♪ Walk with you ♪
♪ Believe me, I'll
walk with you. ♪
Hello?
Hey, it's me.
Oh, honey, where you been?
It's almost 5:00.
We've been up all night
trying to get a warrant.
We finally got Pittman.
- The meth dealer.
- Yup.
We're gonna catch
this creep, finally.
You couldn't get him tomorrow?
What? Why does
everybody keep saying that?
What ever happened to-to
striking while the iron's hot?
Whatever happened to
sleeping while your wife is tired?
Justice never
sleeps. You know that.
My husband, the superhero.
I just don't want it
to catch up to you.
You've been working
so much lately.
I'm fine.
Hey, look, I got to go, okay?
Just didn't want you to worry.
Listen, uh, I'm gonna
make the collar,
then I got some paperwork.
Tell Brian that I'll
be home in time
for basketball
practice, all right?
I'll tell him. Be careful.
All right, I love you.
We got it.
All right, let's move.
We're on target.
Got you. There's the house.
- Three-eight-eight.
- Right.
Teissler and Mark,
you take the back.
Pendleton and Jones,
take the Charlie side.
Me and Daniels will
go in through the front.
Keep focused. Let's move.
Rolling.
Check it out.
Makes drugs all night,
plays baseball all day.
All-American guy.
Frank, don't do
it. Look, there's a...
There's a baseball in the grass.
Something isn't right.
Damn it.
- Burn! Burn! Burn!
- Burn! Burn! Burn! -Let's go.
Police! We got the
place surrounded!
- Going in.
- We're in, we're in!
Calvin Pittman,
we have a warrant
for your arrest!
Put your hands on your head and
come out where we can see you!
Coming in from the rear.
Clear!
Nothing here.
- Mommy!
- Come on, come on!
Police in!
All right, move!
What is it?
Yeah.
Oh, God, I shot a kid.
Paul, I shot a kid!
Call an ambulance. Go!
We need an ambulance
at 388 Sonoma Drive.
911.
What is the nature
of your emergency?
Hello? Hello?
What is your emergency?
Hello?
What happened here?
Someone said
there were gunshots?
Get back, please.
«Jamal!
- Come on in, Reverend Davis.
Folks, please stay back.
Nothing to see.
I'm Detective Paul Daniels.
We've met before at the,
uh, outreach programs.
Oh, yes, I remember.
Where's Jamal?
He's been shot, Reverend Davis.
How is he? Is he alive?
Yes.
So what was it,
another drive-by?
Well, he was home alone, and...
We'd like to get in
touch with his parents,
if you could help us.
Ah, yes. His father's deceased.
His mother works at the
Del Arno Bakery on Third.
Madeline Griffin.
Won't be easy finding her, uh...
She's out making
deliveries right about now.
Can I see him?
Let us through
the hallway, please.
Here we go.
Lord, have mercy.
What happened here?
We had information that
there was a drug dealer
operating out of this address.
We have a warrant.
You tell your people that
this boy better make it.
You tell them that they better
wear their knee bones
to dust praying for him.
Frank, is this the right house?
Yes. Three-eight-eight.
It was on the warrant.
Well, something ain't right,
because there's no
Pittman, there's no lab,
and there's no drugs.
And you just shot a kid.
I didn't know there
was a kid in here, Paul.
I mean, all I saw was a gun.
You saw that phone.
In-in the dark, it looked
like a gun, didn't it?
You're gonna have to
talk to Internal Affairs.
Hey, Paul, I.A.'s coming.
They're here.
Let's go, let's go!
Okay, so you entered,
there was movement...
Yes. It was dark,
and I saw a gun.
What you thought was a gun.
Right, I saw what I
thought was a gun.
'Cause it was actually a phone.
It was the phone that
he used to call 911.
Yeah.
I know what you're thinking.
My informant told
me 388 Sonoma Drive.
That's where we went.
My informant has
never been wrong.
Pittman was
obviously tipped off.
Frank, no drugs,
no lab equipment was
found anywhere in the house.
So they cleaned out.
The drug dealers moved
out in the middle of the night,
and then suddenly the woman
and her son move right in?
Yeah.
Look, you know,
maybe he was living
there for a while.
You don't know these people.
You know, they-they bounce
around from house to house.
They move in with-with
friends and second cousins.
You look into that
woman, mother of the kid,
and you'll see that she
was either a-an ex-girlfriend
or an aunt or something,
but there is definitely
a connection.
Look, I feel horrible
about this kid, I do.
I'm-I'm sick about it,
but... it's not my fault.
This kid had no business
being in the home
of a drug dealer.
I followed procedure.
I did nothing wrong.
Frank, you...
took a leave, what,
two years ago,
after your daughter died?
Yeah.
But you... you only
took two weeks.
I was miserable.
I felt it was good for
me to get back to work.
Was it?
Yeah.
Good.
And that's about the
time that you joined
the, uh, Narcotic
Task Force, right?
That's right.
Detective, I'm gonna...
have to ask for your
badge and your gun.
You're on leave
until further notice.
I'll be in touch.
Hello?
What are your comments
on the shooting...
We have nothing to say to you.
Quit calling!
Was that a reporter, Mom?
We're getting calls already.
-Hey.
- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
It's gonna be fine.
Why are you home from school?
Well, I was worried about you.
Everybody's... talking.
Yeah.
It was an accident,
wasn't it, Dad?
Yeah.
Put your hands on your head
and come out where
we can see you!
We've got the place surrounded!
Mommy!
Yeah, yeah, of course it was.
Mrs. Griffin, do you
have any comment
on what's happened to your son?
Excuse us.
Please, no.
I have to get to
my baby, please.
Please, let her be, guys.
- Madeline...
- Please, no.
I'll be right along.
My name is Reverend Austin Davis
from the New Hope Center Church,
and I have a prepared
statement that I would like
to read on behalf
of Mrs. Griffin
and the rest of the
African-American community.
Once again, a terrible
injustice has been perpetrated
on our neighborhood by the
Southvale Police Department,
and Mrs. Griffin will not
rest until she has gotten
to the bottom of it.
And the black community
will not rest either.
Reverend Davis, it's been
reported that Jamal Griffin was
home alone at the
time of the shooting.
I know the police will
try to blame this tragedy
on the fact that Mrs. Griffin
was not at home this morning.
Madeline Griffin is a single
mother, a good mother.
She does all she can
to take care of her child.
This is an 11-year-old
boy who was taught
to stay inside while
his mother was at work,
because the streets
outside were too dangerous.
Apparently, now it's not even
safe to be in your own bedroom,
especially if you're black.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I
have some planning to do.
Reverend, do you expect any
violence from the community?
Reverend Davis,
my name is Monica.
Hello, Monica.
I wanted you to know that Jamal
has made it through the surgery,
but he's still in
critical condition.
Are you with the hospital?
Actually, I'm with the
community relations office
of the police department,
but I'd like to help
in any way I can.
You are not trying to
help us, young lady.
You're trying to public
relations this thing away,
and I'm here to tell you
that it is not going away.
And neither am I.
Great.
May I come in?
What now?
Frank, I, uh, I need
you tell me again
the address that your
informant gave you.
388 Sonoma Drive.
Okay, now that's the address
you went to this morning,
but is that the address
that the informant gave you?
Yes.
Calvin Pittman was apprehended
about half an hour ago
at 388 Sonoma Circle.
It's about three
blocks from the Griffins.
Jamal Griffin has
nothing to do with drugs.
You went to the
wrong house, Frank.
Oh, no, Frank.
No.
Mom... my!
Oh, my God.
Sonoma Circle? Circle?
Yeah.
Wait till I get my
hands on this guy.
Your informant?
Yeah. He gave me the address.
He said 388 Sonoma
Drive. I even wrote it down.
Where, Frank?
Oh, I stuck it in my
pants or threw it away.
I don't remember.
Well, maybe... it'll
turn up somewhere.
I'm gonna kill this
snitch for screwing us up.
Frank, you could've
double-checked
the address before
you got the warrant.
I've been trying to nail this
guy Pittman for over a year.
He's as slippery as they come.
He knows how to pack up and
go mobile at the drop of a hat,
and I wasn't gonna
lose him this time!
Look, Andrew, I... I don't
know what you have to do,
but I-I need this
to be over with.
Frank...
I got a feeling this
is just getting started.
Lord, you know that I
have turned to your words
for comfort many
times in my life.
Lord, I ask your
countenance to shine on...
Father, can you
understand that I have
no more cheeks for them to slap,
that I have no more
love for thy enemy,
and I am tired?
So... I am moving
on with my plan,
unless you can
show me a better one.
He will, baby.
He will.
That's a lovely hymn
you're singing, Mrs. Griffin.
It's one of my favorites.
Thank you.
It's not really a lullaby,
but when he was a
baby, I used to sing it
every night before
he went to sleep.
Course, that was
a long time ago.
Seems like yesterday.
I'm Monica.
Madeline.
Reverend Davis... he speaks
so highly of you and Jamal.
The reverend is a wonderful man.
He's been almost like
a... a father to Jamal.
The reverend taught Jamal how
to make those shadow puppets,
you know, with a flashlight.
And Jamal started making
little puppet shows for all the kids
at the Sunday school.
He'd make out the
shape and do the voices.
This is the quietest
I've ever seen him.
I've been singing and praying,
and singing again
and praying again.
It's the only
thing I know to do.
I think prayer is the best
thing a person can do.
You must see a lot
of prayerful people,
working at the
hospital and such.
I-I don't work for the
hospital, Mrs. Griffin.
I'm a community
relations officer
with the police department.
I just came in here to
see if there was anything
that you need right now.
But if you rather I
go, I'll understand.
No.
Please stay.
No, no, no, you listen to me.
He set me up.
Now when you find that snitch,
you tell him I'm
looking for him.
Heat you guys up?
No, thanks, Cathy.
- Yeah, please.
- Yeah.
Listen, Frankie, I don't
care what anybody says.
You are a good cop and
that shooting was an accident.
Thanks, Cat.
Look, I-I can't talk about it.
Frank, look, maybe
we should talk about it.
There's nothing to talk about.
I got a bad tip. It happens.
Maybe you heard him wrong.
I heard him right.
Yeah, well,
something went wrong.
A kid got shot.
Maybe that baseball
in the backyard
should've been a tip-off, huh?
You were there. You saw it, too.
What are you getting at?
I don't know. I'm
just wondering,
you know, what we
could've done differently.
You mean what I could've done.
I was the first one
through that door,
not you guys, and
I know what I saw.
Okay. We all know
it was an accident.
We know that, Frank.
But the more important
thing is: why did it happen?
There's something
going on with you,
you got to deal with it.
Too many good cops
end up in the bathroom
with their guns in their mouth
because they
didn't deal with it.
Oh, this is great.
I'll tell ya, I-I never thought
that I would hear this
speech from you guys.
But I'll tell ya, I'm not
buying it for a second.
You know what the
truth of the matter is?
You guys don't give a rip
about my mental health.
All you care about
is that preacher
and-and all the trouble
you think he's gonna make.
What harm would
it do to apologize?
For what?!
Hey, Frank, just
diffuse things a little.
Fall on your sword.
This Reverend Davis, he's
gonna play the race card.
This whole thing could
blow up in our faces.
I was just doing my job,
and you guys know it.
Okay.
You know, I at least thought
that my team would
back me up on that.
Let him go. Let him go.
How you doing, brother?
That.
Now post that. Mm-hmm.
And this is for you.
- Thank you, Reverend.
- Amen.
And that's for you, sister.
- Thanks.
- Amen.
Ah, a new volunteer.
Welcome.
Yeah, we've got flyers to print,
uh, posters to paint,
phones to answer.
Uh, well, I didn't
come to volunteer.
My name is Tess, and
I'm looking for a church
that knows how to worship God.
Oh, well, if you want
to see faith in action,
you've come to the
right place, Tess.
Oh, yes, Jamal Griffin.
I heard all about this.
- There, sister.
- Thanks.
Yeah, we're taking
our cause to the streets.
Gonna demand answers.
Gonna make the police
department feel the heat.
No justice, no peace.
Do you know what
this flyer really does?
It paints a target on anybody
in a blue uniform with a badge.
Nowhere on this flyer
do I advocate violence.
But this church
will be instrumental
in making a
difference around here.
Well, then I guess I will
volunteer, because I'd like
to make a difference
around here, too.
Calvin Pittman, we have
a warrant for your arrest!
Mom... my!
What's happened?
911.
Oh, God, I shot a kid.
Frank?
It's 3:30 in the morning.
They want me to apologize.
Who?
The... the guys, department.
Well, maybe you should.
Why won't anyone
believe how it happened?
Maybe because how it
happened isn't as important
as why it happened.
What is that supposed to mean?
It was an accident!
It's just that, ever
since Lisa... No!
You haven't been
the same, Frank.
And it scares me to see
how angry you get on the job.
You think this is my fault?
Oh, of course not.
You think I killed
that kid on purpose?!
No, I don't!
Mom? Dad?
What's wrong?
What's all the yelling about?
Go back to sleep.
- Dad, what's wrong?
- Nothing.
Uh, come on, honey.
Why don't you go and
get some milk, okay?
Okay.
- Brian?
- Brian?
Oh, my God, what happened?!
- Turn him over.
- Oh, my God, he's unconscious!
All right, turn him over.
Hey, hey.
Oh, Brian.
Wait, let me put this on him.
Call 911!
It's all right, don't panic.
Oh, Brian.
Brian, Brian, it's
gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.
Hello? 911.
What is the nature
of your emergency?
Good thing he's got all that
hair to cover that bandage.
Why don't you go to the car.
Hey, Preacher, how you doing?
You know, somebody threw a
brick through our window last night.
No doubt somebody
who's been listening to you.
I do not advocate violence.
No, just revenge.
Well, at least your son can
walk out of this hospital today.
Look, I was just doing my job.
I had no idea there
was a kid there.
An innocent child lies on
his deathbed upstairs, man,
and all you can say
is "I didn't know"?
He was cowering in a corner,
unable to protect himself,
and you didn't know?
Hey, my dad didn't
do anything wrong.
Oh, the blind
defending the blind.
Who the hell do you
think you're talking to?
Frank, come on.
You're not supposed
to be talking to anybody.
- Let's go.
- Yeah, that's right.
Just walk away
from the truth, Frank.
Pretend it never happened.
You know what?
You're not
interested in the truth.
All you care about is
causing a commotion
and making a name for yourself.
- I'm making a name for myself?
- That's right.
Oh, look who's
calling the kettle black.
Even a city hall whitewash
is not gonna clear your name,
Frank McCovey.
Careful there, Preacher.
You never know
what a stressed-out,
hot-tempered police
officer is capable of doing.
Frank, stop.
Don't threaten me, McCovey.
You have no idea who
you are dealing with.
And you have no idea
who you're dealing with.
You want to put your
church in the headlines,
you do it on
somebody else's back.
You better watch yourself.
Oh, I'll be watching.
And so will a couple of hundred
other community activists.
As they're marching
downtown with me tonight.
That's fine.
And you might want to
keep your family home, Frank.
Reverend.
Are you staying
strong, Madeline?
I'm trying.
But I just keep thinking,
what if Jamal needs something
and can't say the words?
The community is
gonna speak for Jamal.
We're marching
on city hall tonight.
It's time this town understands
that we're not gonna sit by
while our children are
victimized by the
police anymore.
Monica.
Reverend, she's...
Oh, I know who she is.
And I know why she's here.
She's trying to help the
police build a case against you.
Or make you think that this all
was some terrible
misunderstanding.
Or your own negligence.
Well, it's not gonna work.
The truth is gonna
come out this time.
I'll return after this
woman is gone.
I don't know what to believe.
I know you work for the police.
But there's something
about you, Monica,
that just makes me feel
better when you're around.
Madeline.
I believe that all things,
even something terrible like
what has happened to Jamal,
can be turned into
something for good,
when people who love God
ask Him to change
their circumstances.
And here we have
been, you and I,
praying together for two days.
Whatever our differences may be,
there can be no doubt
that we both love God
and trust Him.
And whatever the
world is telling us to do,
I think that God wants
us to stay together.
And to keep on praying.
Yes.
So do I.
What, you're leaving?
I gave you the
benefit of the doubt.
The shooting could've
happened the way you said it did.
That's how it did happen.
And I saw you with
Reverend Davis,
and then I knew.
Knew what?
I did laundry last night.
I found this in the
pocket of your jeans.
It's the address that you
wrote down from the informant.
I need this; this
proves my case.
388 Sonoma Circle.
I could have let it just wash
away like a good cop's wife,
but I can't.
I just can't.
Because someone's child is
dying tonight because you just...
just had to be a superman.
I was sure I had
the right address.
But why didn't you
double-check it?
I don't know.
Yes.
You do.
Brian and I will
be at my sister's.
Daddy's here, honey.
Daddy's here.
And I love you and
I miss you so much.
Oh, God, I know this is a sin.
I know you'll probably
never forgive me, but I can't.
I...
I don't know what else to do.
God, I'm sorry.
There's a wind coming up.
What?
There's a wind coming.
It's gonna blow
that envelope away.
And Jan's never gonna
know why you did this.
Although, I don't think you
even know why yourself.
I shot a kid.
What's so hard to figure out?
You can start with the part
where you keep asking yourself
over and over and over again:
what was that voice?
Why didn't I listen
to it that morning?
It's that voice that whispers
somewhere in your gut,
"Don't do this, Frank.
"There's a baseball
lying in the grass.
Something isn't right."
How the hell did you know that?
It was me.
It was my voice.
But they were God's words.
He sent me.
You're... you're an angel?
Yes.
Then ask Him.
Ask God. He knows.
He knows that-that...
that H didn't know
that there was a little
boy behind that door.
That's true, you didn't.
But you did know that
whoever was behind that door
was probably black.
I don't want to talk about this.
I know.
You haven't talked
to anyone about this,
not even your
wife, and that's why
you're standing in the
middle of a cemetery,
holding a gun,
trying to kill yourself.
Frank, God created you.
He gave you life.
He doesn't want to
see that taken away.
If that's true, then
where was the angel
when my daughter was killed?
I was there.
I saw her dart
out into that street.
I saw her run in
the path of a car
that had no way
of stopping in time.
And when you ran out and
you held her in your arms,
I was there.
I was holding her spirit.
And now the Father
Himself is holding her.
Oh, God.
Frank, it was an accident.
And no one, black or white,
could have possibly
seen her coming.
He had no business being there.
What was a...
What was a black man
doing in your neighborhood?
Is that what you were gonna say?
I'm not a racist.
No, you probably
don't think you are,
but somewhere a long time ago,
someone said something
to you about a black person,
and it was hateful,
it was intolerant,
and you listened.
You-you were too
young to know better.
Then, years later, one day,
accidentally, someone
kills your child,
and because he was a black man,
it made it easier
for you to hate him,
because someone had taught
you how to do that a long time ago.
Instead, you just
focused on revenge.
That's why you were so driven
that you got sloppy, Frank,
and you didn't check your facts.
And it's also what
made it so easy,
two days ago,
for you not to hear
the voice of an angel.
Or of a child.
Police!
We got the place surrounded!
Mommy!
"Mommy."
Oh, God, forgive me.
He was yelling "Mommy."
You'd stopped
listening by then, Frank.
Oh, God.
What have I done?
Frank, God doesn't blame a child
for being taught prejudice.
But He does hold
you responsible now,
now that you... you
see it in yourself.
So what are you
gonna do about it?
I'd like to thank
the congregation
for coming to God's
house this evening.
So it's time to say,
"Enough is enough."
Amen.
I don't think you heard me.
So tonight is the night
that we take action.
Yes!
We will march
on city hall tonight
and every night
until we get justice!
- Amen!
- Yeah!
There will be, uh, police and
others who will try to stop us,
but we are within our rights,
and this is a righteous cause.
- Yes, sir!
- Yes!
We will not be intimidated.
No.
We will not allow
police brutality
to devastate our communities.
- That's right.
- Amen.
We are tired of
being disrespected,
tired of being lied to, -
Tired of being
shot in the streets!
And we are tired of being
shot in our own bedroom.
- Yes, Lord!
- Yeah!
Lord, we demand that those
who did this terrible act
of violence see justice.
-All right, now. Justice.
Madeline Griffin will
not be joining us tonight.
That good woman refuses
to leave her son's side.
Amen.
But she will be
with us in spirit.
So...
So... we would
like to unite in song.
♪ Walk with me, Lord ♪
♪ Walk with me ♪
♪ Walk with me, Lord... ♪
What are you doing here?
I have something to say.
No one wants to hear
any more of your lies.
Reverend, please,
if I could just...
And who are you?
He's... he's my friend.
Well, he's the only
friend you've got in here.
Maybe you should
leave, both of you.
Look, I want you
out of my church.
Hey, hold it.
This is not your church,
Reverend, this is God's church,
and it's called New Hope.
Do you have any faith in
the possibility of New Hope?
I am simply following the
wishes of Madeline Griffin.
No, you're not.
I knew it.
You're all in this together.
We are all in this
together, Reverend.
And if we don't all
get out of this together,
this tragedy will never stop.
I've been praying
with Madeline Griffin.
She doesn't want to fight.
She's never once
prayed for vengeance,
only for healing
and for forgiveness.
You asked God for a
better plan than yours,
Reverend Davis,
but you didn't bother
to wait and listen to
what God had in mind.
How do you know
what I prayed for?
Because, baby, we're angels.
Angels?
Are you ready now
to listen to God's plan?
Yes.
Yes, I am.
♪ I want you, Lord ♪
♪ I want you, Lord ♪
♪ Through all... ♪
Detective McCovey
has something to say.
We don't want to hear from him!
All right, hold on.
Hold on, now.
I don't blame you for it.
I didn't want to
listen to him, either,
because I knew if I listened,
maybe then I would
have to forgive him.
But maybe that's
what God had in mind.
Maybe that's the plan.
I, um... I shot a little boy.
The horror of that moment
will live with me for
the rest of my life.
I have a son of my own.
I had a daughter, too.
But...
But she's with God now.
So I-I know what
it's like to lose a child.
I know the fear in Mrs.
Griffin's heart at this moment,
because I sat with my
daughter night after night,
just like she's doing
right now with her son.
My daughter was
killed two years ago
on a Sunday afternoon
right... in front of our house.
She was, uh, hit by a car.
She never regained
consciousness.
She died a week later.
The driver of the
car was a black man.
It wasn't his fault.
But I...
I couldn't help but think that
if it wasn't for a black man,
my daughter would
be alive today.
And before I knew it, I...
I was blaming all of you.
I... never thought of myself
as a bigot before, but...
but I guess I was.
I didn't know it
until this happened,
but I want to change.
And I'm asking
God... and my wife...
and you... to help me.
What happened
the other day was not
the police department's fault,
it was not my informant's fault,
it was my fault.
I'm sorry.
I'm so... I mean, I'm so sorry.
♪ Let the church say ♪
♪ Amen ♪
♪ Let the church say ♪
♪ Amen ♪
♪ Let the church say ♪
♪ Amen, Amen ♪
♪ Amen ♪
♪ Everybody say ♪
♪ Amen ♪
♪ Everybody say ♪
♪ Amen ♪
♪ Everybody say ♪
♪ Amen ♪
♪ Amen, amen ♪
♪ Amen ♪
Oh, Lord.
Yes, baby?
I'm here.
♪ Everybody say ♪
♪ Amen ♪
Oh... Oh, thank you, Lord.
Thank you.
♪ Amen ♪
♪ Amen, amen. ♪