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Andrew: I will never get used to
the sound of a gun firing.

Its a really horrible noise.

So sudden, so...

-Final.
-What?

I cant hear a word
youre saying.

Were talking about gunfire.

Oh, father,
have mercy on US, please!

(Silence)

Oh, thank you.

Now, what?

Gunfire.

Its 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?

Tess:
Yes, baby.

(Gunfire resumes)

(Cell phone ringing)

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.

(Phone beeps)

(Gunfire continues)

Hey. Hey.

Our snitch in the pittman case
finally came through.

Saw pittman moving
into a house on sonoma.

-Thats great.
-Now what is that?

Is that, uh...
Thats southside, right?

Yeah, its a real bad
neighborhood.

Yeah, so what else is new?

All right, my man, teissler,
go get me a warrant, all right?

-Got it. -Okay.
-Big man, lets move.

-Teis, im 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?

Well wake the, uh, day up;
Hell love US.

388 sonoma drive,
Calvin pittman.

Ill see you guys
back at the precinct.

-Okay.
-Lets go catch a bad guy.

Its a dangerous world
out there, baby,

and a policeman like frank

puts his life
on the line every day.

And if hes 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

♪ ill walk with you

♪ till the sun
dont even shine ♪

♪ walk with you

♪ every time, I tell you

♪ ill walk with you

♪

Walk with you

♪

♪

Walk with you

♪ believe me,
ill walk with you. ♪

(Phone ringing)

Hello?

Frank:
Hey, its me.

Oh, honey, where you been?

Its almost 5:00.

Weve been up all night
trying to get a warrant.

We finally got pittman.

-The meth dealer.
-Yup.

Were gonna catch this creep,
finally.

You couldnt get him tomorrow?

What? Why does everybody
keep saying that?

What ever happened to-to
striking while the irons hot?

Whatever happened to sleeping
while your wife is tired?

Justice never sleeps.
You know that.

(Chuckles)

My husband, the superhero.

I just dont want it
to catch up to you.

Youve been working
so much lately.

Im fine.

Hey, look, I got to go, okay?

Just didnt want you to worry.

Listen, uh,
im gonna make the collar,

then I got some paperwork.

Tell Brian
that ill be home in time

for basketball practice,
all right?

Ill tell him.
Be careful.

All right, I love you.

-(Garbled radio transmission)
-We got it.

All right, lets move.

(Sighs)

Were on target.

Got you. Theres 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.
Lets move.

Rolling.

Check it out.

Makes drugs all night,
plays baseball all day.

All-American guy.

Frank, dont do it.
Look, theres a...

Theres a baseball in the grass.

Something isnt right.

-(Rattling, dog barking)
-Damn it.

-Burn! Burn! Burn!
-Burn! Burn! Burn! -Lets go.

Police! We got
the place surrounded!

-Going in.
-Were in, were in!

Calvin pittman,

we have a warrant
for your arrest!

Put your hands on your head and
come out where we can see you!

Man (over radio):
Coming in from the rear.

(Urgent chatter)

Clear!

Nothing here.

-Mommy!
-Come on, come on!

(Groans)

Police in!

All right, move!

What is it?

(Sirens wailing in distance)

Yeah.

Oh, god, I shot a kid.

Paul, I shot a kid!

Call an ambulance. Go!

Officer: We need an ambulance
at 388 sonoma drive.

Dispatcher (over phone):
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.

Im detective Paul Daniels.

Weve met before at
the, uh, outreach programs.

Oh, yes, I remember.

Wheres Jamal?

Hes been shot, reverend Davis.

How is he?
Is he alive?

Yes.

So what was it,
another drive-by?

Well, he was home alone, and...

Wed like to get in touch
with his parents,

if you could help US.

Ah, yes.
His fathers deceased.

His mother works at
the del amo bakery on third.

Madeline Griffin.

Wont be easy finding her, uh...

Shes out making deliveries
right about now.

Can I see him?

Paramedic: Let US through
the hallway, please.

Here we go.

(Garbled radio transmissions)

(Helicopter passing overhead)

Lord, have mercy.

(Sighs)

What happened here?

We had information
that there was a drug dealer

operating out of this address.

We have a warrant.

(Sighs)

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 aint right,

because theres no pittman,
theres no lab,

and theres no drugs.

And you just shot a kid.

I didnt 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, didnt it?

Youre gonna have to talk
to internal affairs.

Officer (in distance):
Hey, Paul, I.A.S coming.

Theyre here.

(Siren wailing)

Officer:
Lets go, lets 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 youre thinking.

My informant told me
388 sonoma drive.

Thats 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 dont 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 youll 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.

Im-im sick about it, but...
Its 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 thats about the time
that you joined

the, uh, narcotic task force,
right?

Thats right.

Detective, im gonna...

Have to ask for your badge
and your gun.

Youre on leave
until further notice.

(Sniffles)

Ill be in touch.

(Phone ringing)

Hello?

Woman: What are your
comments on the shooting...

We have nothing to say to you.

Quit calling!

Was that a reporter, mom?

Were getting calls already.

-Hi.
-Hey.

-You okay?
-Yeah, im fine.

Its gonna be fine.

Why are you home from school?

Well, I was worried about you.

Everybodys... talking.

Yeah.

It was an accident,
wasnt it, dad?

Yeah.

Frank:

Pu

t your hands on your head

frank:

Pu

t your hands on your head

and come out

wh

ere we can see you!

Weve got the place surrounded!

Mommy!

Yeah, yeah, of course it was.

Mrs. Griffin,
do you have any comment

on whats happened to your son?

Excuse US.

Please, no.

I have to get
to my baby, please.

Please, let her be, guys.

-Madeline...
-Please, no.

...ill 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, its 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 its not even
safe to be in your own bedroom,

especially if youre black.

Now, if youll 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 hes still
in critical condition.

Are you with the hospital?

Actually, im with
the community relations office

of the police department,

but ID like to help
in any way I can.

You are not trying to help US,
young lady.

Youre trying to public
relations this thing away,

and im here to tell you
that it is not going away.

And neither am I.

(Knock on door)

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 thats 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.

Its about three blocks
from the griffins.

Jamal Griffin has
nothing to do with drugs.

You went
to the wrong house, frank.

Jan:
Oh, no, frank.

No.

(Slow-motion):
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 dont remember.

Well, maybe...

Itll turn up somewhere.

Im gonna kill this snitch
for screwing US up.

Frank, you couldve
double-checked

the address before
you got the warrant.

Ive been trying to nail this
guy pittman for over a year.

Hes as slippery as they come.

He knows how to pack up and go
mobile at the drop of a hat,

and I wasnt gonna
lose him this time!

Look, Andrew, I... I dont 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.

Davis:

Lord, you know that

I

have turned to your words

Davis:

Lord, you know that

I

have turned to your words

for comfort

ma

NY 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.

(Monitor beeping steadily)

(Madeline humming tune)

(Humming continues)

Thats a lovely hymn
youre singing, Mrs. Griffin.

Its one of my favorites.

Thank you.

Its 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.

Im Monica.

Madeline.

Reverend Davis-- he speaks
so highly of you and Jamal.

The reverend is a wonderful man.

Hes been almost like
a... a father to Jamal.

The reverend taught Jamal how
to make those shadow puppets,

you know, with a flashlight.

(Chuckles)

And Jamal started making little
puppet shows for all the kids

at the Sunday school.

Hed make out the shape
and do the voices.

This is the quietest
ive ever seen him.

Ive been singing and praying,

and singing again
and praying again.

Its 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 dont work
for the hospital, Mrs. Griffin.

Im 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,
ill understand.

No.

Please stay.

No, no, no, you listen to me.

He set me up.

Now when you find that snitch,

you tell him
im looking for him.

Heat you guys up?

No, thanks, Cathy.

-Yeah, please.
-Yeah.

Listen, Frankie, I dont care
what anybody says.

You are a good cop and that
shooting was an accident.

Thanks, cat.

Look, I-I cant talk about it.

Frank, look, maybe we should
talk about it.

Theres 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

shouldve been a tip-off, huh?

You were there. You saw it, too.

What are you getting at?

I dont know.
Im just wondering,

you know, what we couldve
done differently.

You mean what I couldve 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?

Theres 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 didnt
deal with it.

(Chuckles)

Oh, this is great.

Ill tell ya, I-I never thought

that I would hear this speech
from you guys.

But ill tell ya,
im not buying it for a second.

You know what the truth
of the matter is?

You guys dont give a rip
about my mental health.

All you care about
is that preacher

and-and all the trouble
you think hes gonna make.

What harm would it do
to apologize?

For what?!

Hey, frank,
just diffuse things a little.

Fall on your sword.

Daniels: This reverend Davis,
hes 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 thats for you, sister.

-Thanks.
-Amen.

(Phones ringing)

Ah, a new volunteer.

Welcome.

Yeah, weve got flyers to print,

uh, posters to paint,
phones to answer.

Uh, well, I didnt come
to volunteer.

My name is Tess,
and im looking for a church

that knows how to worship god.

Oh, well, if you want to see
faith in action,

youve come
to the right place, Tess.

Oh, yes, Jamal Griffin.

I heard all about this.

-There, sister.
-Thanks.

Yeah, were 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 ID like

to make a difference
around here, too.

Calvin pittman, we have
a warrant for your arrest!

(Slow-motion):
Mom... my!

Whats happened?

Dispatcher (over phone):
911.

(Echoing):
Oh, god, I shot a kid.

Jan:
Frank?

Its 3:30 in the morning.

They want me to apologize.

Who?

The... the guys, department.

Well, maybe you should.

Why wont anyone believe
how it happened?

Maybe because how it happened
isnt as important

as why it happened.

What is that supposed to mean?

It was an accident!

Its just that,
ever since Lisa...

No!

You havent 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 dont!

Brian:
Mom? Dad?

Whats wrong?

Whats all the yelling about?

Go back to sleep.

-Dad, whats wrong?
-Nothing.

Uh, come on, honey.

Why dont you go
and get some milk, okay?

Okay.

(Glass shatters)

(Tires screeching outside)

-Brian?
-Brian?

Oh, my god, what happened?!

-Turn him over.
-Oh, my god, hes unconscious!

All right, turn him over.

Hey, hey.

Oh, Brian.

Wait, let me put this on him.

Call 911!

Its all right, dont panic.

Oh, Brian.

(Line ringing)

Jan: Brian, Brian,
its gonna be okay.

Its gonna be okay.

Dispatcher:
Hello? 911.

What is the nature
of your emergency?

Good thing hes got all that
hair to cover that bandage.

Why dont you go to the car.

Hey, preacher, how you doing?

You know, somebody threw a brick
through our window last night.

No doubt somebody
whos 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 didnt know"?

He was cowering in a corner,
unable to protect himself,

and you didnt know?

Brian:
Hey, my dad

didnt do anything wrong.

Oh, the blind
defending the blind.

Who the hell
do you think youre talking to?

Jan:
Frank, come on.

Youre not supposed to be
talking to anybody.

-Lets go.
-Yeah, thats right.

Just walk away
from the truth, frank.

Pretend it never happened.

You know what?

Youre not interested
in the truth.

All you care about
is causing a commotion

and making a name for yourself.

-Im making a name for myself?
-Thats right.

Oh, look whos 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.

Dont threaten me, mccovey.

You have no idea
who you are dealing with.

And you have no idea
who youre dealing with.

You want to put your church
in the headlines,

you do it
on somebody elses back.

You better watch yourself.

Oh, ill be watching.

And so will a couple of hundred
other community activists.

As theyre marching downtown
with me tonight.

Thats fine.

And you might want to keep
your family home, frank.

(Monitor beeping steadily)

Reverend.

Are you staying strong,
Madeline?

Im trying.

But I just keep thinking,
what if Jamal needs something

and cant say the words?

The community is
gonna speak for Jamal.

Were marching
on city hall tonight.

Its time this town understands
that were not gonna sit by

while our children are

victimized by
the police anymore.

(Door opens)

Monica.

Reverend, shes...

Oh, I know who she is.

And I know why shes here.

Shes 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, its not gonna work.

The truth is gonna
come out this time.

Ill return
after this woman is gone.

I dont know what to believe.

I know you work for the police.

But theres something
about you, Monica,

that just makes me feel better
when youre 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.

(Humming tune)

What, youre leaving?

I gave you the benefit
of the doubt.

The shooting couldve happened
the way you said it did.

Thats 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.

Its 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 cops wife,

but I cant.

I just cant.

Because someones child is dying
tonight because you just...

Just had to be a Superman.

I was sure I had
the right address.

But why didnt
you double-check it?

I dont know.

Yes.

You do.

Brian and I will be
at my sisters.

(Woman speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)

(Monitor beeping steadily)

Daddys here, honey.

(Sniffling)

Daddys here.

(Voice breaking): And I love you
and I miss you so much.

Oh, god, I know this is a sin.

I know youll probably never
forgive me, but I cant.

I...

(Crying): I dont know
what else to do.

God, im sorry.

Andrew:
Theres a wind coming up.

What?

Theres a wind coming.

Its gonna blow
that envelope away.

And jans never gonna know
why you did this.

Although, I dont think
you even know why yourself.

I shot a kid.

Whats 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 didnt I listen to it
that morning?

Its that voice that whispers
somewhere in your gut,

"dont do this, frank.

"Theres a baseball
lying in the grass.

Something isnt right."

How the hell did you know that?

It was me.

It was my voice.

But they were gods words.

He sent me.

Youre... youre an angel?

Yes.

Then ask him.

Ask god. He knows.

He knows that-that...
That I-I didnt know

that there was a little boy
behind that door.

Thats true, you didnt.

But you did know that
whoever was behind that door

was probably black.

I dont want to talk about this.

I know.

You havent talked
to anyone about this,

not even your wife,
and thats why

youre standing in the middle
of a cemetery,

holding a gun,
trying to kill yourself.

Frank, god created you.

He gave you life.

He doesnt want
to see that taken away.

If thats 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.

(Sighs):
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?

Im not a racist.

No, you probably
dont 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.

Thats why you were so driven
that you got sloppy, frank,

and you didnt check your facts.

And its also
what made it so easy,

two days ago,

for you not to hear
the voice of an angel.

Or of a child.

Daniels:

Po

lice!

Daniels:

Po

lice!

We got the place surrounded!

Mommy!

"Mommy."

Oh, god, forgive me.

He was yelling "mommy."

Youd stopped listening
by then, frank.

(Sighs):
Oh, god.

What have I done?

Frank, god doesnt 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?

Davis:

ID like to thank

th

e congregation

for coming to gods house

this evening.

So its time to say,
"enough is enough."

Crowd:
Amen.

I dont think you heard me.

So tonight is the night
that we take action.

Crowd:
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.

Crowd:
No.

We will not allow
police brutality

to devastate our communities.

-Thats right.
-Amen.

We are tired
of being disrespected,

-tired of being lied to,
-(Crowd murmuring)

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 sons side.

-Amen.
-(Crowd murmurs)

But she will be with US
in spirit.

(Crowd murmurs)

So...

So...

We would like to unite in song.

(Piano begins playing)

♪ 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?

Hes... hes my friend.

Well, hes the only friend
youve got in here.

Maybe you should leave,
both of you.

Look, I want you
out of my church.

Tess:
Hey, hold it.

This is not your church,

reverend,
this is gods church,

and its called new hope.

Do you have any faith
in the possibility of new hope?

I am simply following the wishes
of Madeline Griffin.

Monica:
No, youre not.

I knew it.

Youre all in this together.

We are all in this together,
reverend.

And if we dont all get
out of this together,

this tragedy will never stop.

Ive been praying
with Madeline Griffin.

She doesnt want to fight.

Shes never once prayed
for vengeance,

only for healing
and for forgiveness.

You asked god
for a better plan than yours,

reverend Davis,
but you didnt bother

to wait and listen
to what god had in mind.

How do you know
what I prayed for?

Because, baby, were angels.

Angels?

Are you ready now to listen
to gods plan?

Yes.

Yes, I am.

(Singing and clapping
continues faintly)

♪

I want you, lord

♪

♪ I want you, lord

♪ through all...

(Music stops)

(Crowd murmuring)

Detective mccovey
has something to say.

We dont want to hear from him!

-All right, hold on.
-(Crowd yelling)

Hold on, now.

-I dont blame you for it.
-(Crowd quiets)

I didnt want to listen
to him, either,

because I knew if I listened,

maybe then I would have
to forgive him.

But maybe thats what god
had in mind.

Maybe thats 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...

(Sighs)

But shes with god now.

So I-I know what its like
to lose a child.

I know the fear in Mrs.
griffins heart at this moment,

because I sat with my daughter
night after night,

just like shes 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 wasnt his fault.

But I...

I couldnt help but think that
if it wasnt 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 didnt know it
until this happened,

but I want to change.

And im asking god...

(Sighs)

...and my wife...

...and you...

To help me.

What happened
the other day was not

the police departments fault,

it was not
my informants fault,

it was my fault.

Im sorry.

Im so...
I mean, im so sorry.

♪ Let the church say

-♪ amen
-(piano playing)

♪ Let the church say

♪ amen

♪ let the church say

♪ amen, amen

♪ amen

♪ everybody say

♪ amen

♪ everybody say

♪ amen

♪ everybody say

♪ amen

♪ amen, amen

(Jamal groaning weakly)

♪ Amen

oh, lord.

(Jamal groaning weakly)

Yes, baby?

Im here.

♪ Everybody say

♪ amen

oh...

Oh, thank you, lord.

Thank you.

♪ Amen

-♪ amen, amen.
-(Dove cooing)