All language subtitles for Law and order S19E14 - Rapture

In the criminal justice system

the people are represented
by two separate
yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Mommy says
only five more minutes,

because that's
what the judge said.

The judge?

Did he say Mommy
had to move you
to damn Iowa?

You swore.
I have to tell Mommy.

I am so tired of playing
this game with you.

Your mother
is a thoughtless
pain in the ass,

and you are a rude,
thoughtless little pig who...

Just hold on. Hold on,
this might be work.

What?

I'm on the computer
with my kid,

and I get this e-mail
from my Uncle Larry.

Listen. "Dear Kurt,
the end has come.
I am with Jesus now."

With Jesus? No way
that guy's going up.
He's going down.

You told the sergeant
downstairs you wanted
to report a murder?

Yeah, right here.
Look.

Uh, let's see.
"The end is come.

"It's not too late for you.
Any sinner can be saved.

"Look at me.
I killed your Aunt Jen,
but I found God

"and He forgave me."

Aunt Jen, that that would
be Uncle Larry's wife?

She left him years ago.
That's what he told people.

He said she ran off
with a boyfriend.

Guess we need to go
talk to Uncle Larry.

I called his house.
Nobody answered.

Personally, I don't
like the guy.

But he keeps to himself,
never has nobody over,
so what're you going to do?

The wife was okay.

When was the last time
you saw him?

Been a few days.

Hello! Mr. Novak?

His nephew said
he had a cabin
up in the Adirondacks.

Maybe he went up there
to stick his head
in the oven.

He lives alone,
never has company.

What's he need a
freezer like that for?

Whoa.

Aunt Jen.

Raoul, what are
you doing in here?

Larry Novak?

Yeah?

You're not dead.

Who says I'm dead?

Your nephew,
he received an e-mail.

Kurt? I never
sent Kurt an...

Oh, no.

Those e-mails went out?

You mind telling us
about the dead body
in your freezer?

Oh, God!

Those e-mails
weren't supposed to...

You know what this means?

Yeah. It means
you're under arrest.

You're coming with us.

Lord... Lord...

Why have I been
left behind?

Good news, Larry.
I checked it out.

It didn't happen.

Are you sure?

Yeah. No planes falling
from of the sky, no people
vanishing into thin air.

All present
and accounted for.

So the e-mails,
it was a mistake?

So, okay, what the hell
are they talking about?

The rapture.

The rapture?
Yeah.

As in the last days,
the Book of Revelation?

Right, when Jesus
comes back and takes all
good Christians to heaven.

I'm planning on retiring
before that.

Those e-mails
were only supposed
to go out after.

After the rapture.

Are you sure
it didn't happen?

I'm still here,
aren't I?

You believe in Jesus?

I do.

Okay, is this
a Sunday School class
or a murder interrogation?

He confessed in the car.
Now we're just chatting.

Didn't ask for a lawyer?

Says he doesn't need one.

He says Jesus is going to
get him out of jail

when the rapture comes.
Hmm.

It's all on the website.

Unraptured.com,
"Sending God's word
to those left behind."

It's
a subscription service.
You pay five bucks a month,

and you write e-mails to
your unsaved loved ones.

The server stores them
until the rapture comes.

Then, while you're
shooting up to heaven,
the computer sends them off.

Little, uh,
farewell messages.

And how's the computer
supposed to know
when the rapture happens?

"We are three Christian men
living in different states.

"We log on to the website
every day.

"But if two of us
fail to log on for
two days in a row,

"the system assumes that
the rapture has occurred."

And they didn't log on
because they had been
sucked up to heaven.

There's no internet up there.

Yeah, but the rapture
didn't occur.

As far as we can tell.

I'm still here.

You mentioned.

So, why didn't those
three Christian men log on?

The webmaster lives
in the city, Sam Burwell.

Well, go see
how he's doing.

So, are you
really a believer?

Or were you just getting
the guy to talk?

Well, I've been seen
in a church
from time to time.

Really? So, are you going to
fly up to heaven when Jesus
comes back on the clouds?

I never said
I believed in the rapture.

But you never know.

Sam Burwell.

Police!

Guy probably went on
a bender and forgot
where he put his laptop.

Probably explains
why he hasn't logged on.

Sam Burwell.

Bullet in the head,
a couple of bruises.

Starting to get ripe,
been here a while.

Found a shell casing.

Oh. Looks like a nine.

Signs of struggle,
but no forced entry.

Computer's here,
Unraptured Central.

Answering machine is full,
probably irate customers.

Cell phone, too.
Eleven missed calls,

all from the same guy,
Jason Altobell.

Sam? Where are you, man?

I can't get a hold
of Keith either.

Why didn't you sign in?

The e-mails went out!

I was scared at first.

I thought
I'd been left behind.

But I looked out my window,
and everything looked normal.

There was nothing
on the news...

What about the third guy?
Keith?

He was at his parents' cabin
in Colorado.

His internet went down
in a storm.

He figured Sam and I
would cover.

Only two of us had
to log on at a time.

Poor Sam.

Do you know what happened?
Not yet.

When was the last time
that you saw Sam?

Two months ago
at a church retreat.

But I just talked
to him Friday, and
everything was fine.

This whole thing
has to be bad for business,

those e-mails going out.

It's not about business.

I mean, Sam was trying
to make a living from it,

but it barely paid.
He was broke.

He wanted to
perform a service.

He saw the signs,
you know?

Jews returning
to the Holy Land,
the European Union,

the financial crisis.

Yeah. Signs of the end times.

Jesus is coming.
We wanted to let people know
they could still be saved,

even after the rapture.

Anyone take offense to that?

It's probably nothing.

Sam didn't even mention it,
but I heard he got

into a fight with somebody
at Rapture-Con.

Rapture-Con?

It's
an end times convention,

like Comic-Con,
but for prophecy nuts.

We're in the last days.

That's what
we've been hearing.

Oh, no,
I meant the convention.

It ends tomorrow.

That guy you
asked about, Burwell?

He had a booth here.

Did you track down
that altercation
we asked you about?

Yeah.

That's Burwell.

These people can
get pretty in your face
about what they believe.

Hey, stop it right there.

Can you blow that up
and print it?

Absolutely.

Yeah, I mean,
I'm a Christian,

but these guys
are kind of extreme.

It's like they can't wait
for Jesus to come back
and blow up the planet.

I'm pretty sure He wants
to make things better,
not worse.

All right, let's see
if somebody knows this guy.

How about we start
with the Good Samaritan.

I knew Sam.

That's his booth,
Unraptured.com, right there,

but I've never seen
the other man before.

He had a visitor's nametag.

It just had a last name,
Corliss.

Corliss?

Did you hear what they
were fighting about?

By the time I got in there,
it was mostly just cursing.

Him, not Sam.

Sam said the guy was
giving him a hard time
about us.

About Sacred Exodus?

Sam's a... Was a supporter.

He was thinking
of joining us on a trip.

He'd just made a donation.

What exactly do you do,
Mr. Reeves?

Actually, it's Reverend.

We help Jews from
the former Soviet Union
return to Israel.

The Bible says,
in the last days,

Gentiles will gather
God's chosen people

back from the lands
of the north.

It's a precondition
for the Lord's return.

You send Jews home
to die in the battle
of Armageddon.

Is that what
people object to?

The people we aid
live in poverty,
endure anti-Semitism,

so if Sam's death had
anything to do with our work,
I would feel terrible.

But God is doing
powerful things,

and Sam's donation,
it will be his legacy.

How much did he give you?

A hundred thousand dollars.

All right.
Thanks for your help.

His partner says
Burwell was broke.

Suddenly, he has
a hundred grand
to blow on a God project?

Yeah, the same day
that Mr. Corliss shows up
to pick a fight.

I'm guessing
that's not a coincidence.

Okay,
I'm into Sam Burwell's
subscriber list.

There's a Steve Corliss.

And?

Just an e-mail address.

There might be more
in the paper files.

Uh, here we go,
Steve Corliss.

He subscribed
to the service.

Got an address
in Nassau County.

And showed up to Rapture-Con
the other day to
hassle Burwell?

Not unless he was raised
from the dead.

Bank notice.
Steve Corliss's monthly
payment to the website

was terminated owing to
death of cardholder.

Burwell got
this notice last Tuesday.

Tuesday? Looks like
Burwell deleted
Corliss's e-mails that day.

The ones that were supposed
to go out after the rapture,

they're in the junk folder.

The guy died, so Burwell
canceled his subscription.

You want to see them,
Corliss' e-mails?

Yeah.

This one's to his brother.

"Dear Evan.
If you're reading this,
I am in a better place.

"Even though you're
a sinner, Jesus loves you,
and so do I.

"To help you through
the end times,

"I have left you something
I no longer need,

"two hundred gold coins
in my desk drawer."

There's your hundred grand.

"The gold is for you,
brother. You're the
only one who knows."

Unless Sam Burwell
saw that e-mail.

The house is in probate now.
I'm handling the estate.

Has anyone been
out here recently?

Well,
his brother stayed here
over the weekend.

Did his brother
have to break in?

No.
He had a key.

I gave it to him.

Here's the desk.

This drawer's
got a false bottom.

If there was
anything in there,
it's gone now.

Burwell sees the e-mail,
and decides he can
put the gold to better use

than Steve Corliss'
sinner brother.

Figures no one
will ever find out.

But somebody did.
That must be Steve.

That's got to be
his brother, Evan.

Hallelujah.

The fight at Rapture-Con
wasn't about Sacred Exodus.

Burwell found out that
one of his subscribers
had hidden gold coins,

and he stole them.

So, the dead guy's brother
somehow figured out
what Burwell had done,

and somehow tracked him down.

It'd be nice if your theory
had a few less somehows
in it.

That's Corliss' brother.

Did two years on
felony assault back in '98.

Criminal possession
of a controlled substance,
larceny.

Yeah, he lives
up in Syracuse.

The local police
went to the house,
and he's not home.

We know he stayed
at his brother's house
last weekend.

Phone records
from that house

have somebody calling
the Gold Exchange
on Saturday,

the day after the fight
at Rapture-Con.

The place that buys
gold coins.

So Corliss' brother
got some of the coins
back from Burwell?

Yeah.

Somehow.

For the badge,
$11.

I'm not selling it,
I wear it.

This man bring you some gold?

Twelve Krugerrands,
$10,000.

Only 12?

He said he might
come back with more,
but he hasn't.

Hmm.

If the price of gold goes up,
you'll pay the difference?

Builds customer loyalty.

You have his home address
or phone number?

Cell phone.

Call him, and tell him
he's in luck. Gold is up.

$11?

It's not
from Tiffany's, man.

It just doesn't seem right.

Mmm-hmm. What, do you
want it to be solid gold?

Hey, here he is.
Let's go.

Hey, Evan!

Oh, come on, man.

You should have read
the business page.

The price of gold
went down this week.

I didn't kill him.

But you saw this, right?
The e-mail about the gold?

Yeah.

My brother knew
he was dying.

He was going to heaven
the old-fashioned way.

So yeah,
he sent me a print-out.

And you went to his house...
Sit down.

And surprise, no gold.

And you figured
the website guy might have
peeked at the e-mail.

So you caught up with him
at Rapture-Con.

We only talked.

He said he didn't know
anything about gold,
so I left.

But you didn't go
straight home,
did you, Evan?

Because you ended up
with 12 coins.

Okay.

All right. Yeah, yeah.
I followed him home,

and I got in Burwell's face
outside of his apartment,

and I persuaded him
a little bit harder.

And you knocked him around.

Because he stole from me.

I told him I was
going to call the cops,

and then he suddenly
remembers taking the gold
and gives me 12 coins.

Said he sold the rest
and had given it
to some charity,

something about
flying Jews to Israel.

So I said,
"Get it back, or else."

Or else you'd kill him.

Right?

Right, which is why
I didn't kill him.

He was so scared.
Scared to death.

He was going
to get my money.

So when we find this guy
who runs the charity,

he'll tell us that Burwell
wanted his donation back?

Damn straight.

And tell him
I still want it back.

I never saw Sam after
that day at Rapture-Con.

Thing is, the building log
downstairs showed that
he signed in on Sunday.

The convention
took the day off.

I was at church.
I think George was here.

My colleague, George Darvey.

You work for Sacred Exodus,
but you don't go to church?

I'm more in the operations
than the theology end.

George handles
the logistics, chartered
flights, travel documents,

actually getting our
Jewish friends to Israel.

He's familiar with
that part of the world.

He's just in the US
for a few days.

You were in the service?

I worked for the government.

Did you see Sam Burwell
on Sunday?

Yeah. I was catching up
on some paperwork.

He stuck his head in.
He wanted some DVDs
of our missions

to show his friends.

That's it?

Yeah.

He didn't happen to
ask for his donation back?

Why would Sam do that?

Because he stole it.

Oh, no. Not Sam.

Nothing like that.

He just wanted to know
where his donation was
going to be spent.

Where's that?
Uzbekistan.

A Mr. Burwell did call.

He, uh, said he had
an urgent request
about a planeload

of Jewish émigrés.
It was a little complicated.

What was the request?

He wanted to know if
there was any way we could
refund the emigration tax

that had been
charged on the group.

He'd been told
some charity's money
was unavailable

because it had gone
to the tax payment.

He wanted it back?

Yes. He asked if
a refund was possible.

We told him
we couldn't help.

Taxes are taxes, right?

No.

There is no such tax.
We told Mr. Burwell
he'd been misinformed.

Supposedly the tax
is $1,000 a head.

George Darvey's been
charging it to Sacred Exodus
for every group he's handled.

But there is no such tax,
so the money just goes
into his pocket.

Quarter of a million
dollars so far.

He's been playing Reeves
and the Sacred Exodus
people for fools.

Well, believers, they're
in the habit of believing.

Well, when Burwell asked
for his donation back,

Darvey told him
the same story,

but Burwell went and
checked it out for himself,

and Darvey wouldn't
have been too happy.

Who is this Darvey?

Marine Corps Force Recon,
other-than-honorable
discharge.

He did some work
for Blackwater.

He started his own
security firm in Beirut.

Hmm. Look it here.

When Darvey flew
to the US last week
from Tashkent,

he declared an unloaded
weapon in his checked
baggage, 9mm pistol.

I'll call Patrol
and have them
keep an eye on him.

You two go to his hotel
and sit him down for a chat.

Okay.

Rush hour traffic.

You should've taken Park...

27 Homicide.

Your suspect just
walked out of the hotel,

got into a yellow cab,
registration D1305.

We're two blocks out.
Was he carrying luggage?

Affirmative.
May be heading to JFK.
Hold on.

I think he just saw us.
He just turned north on 3rd,
crossing 58th.

Stay with him. We're there.

Want to give us a hand?
Grab that guy.
We're after him.

You can't go in there.

What do you mean?
If that's not
his house, we can.

No, you can't.

The Iranian Mission.

It's an embassy,
sovereign territory.

We can't go in.

Looks like we got
left behind.

That man inside
is a murder suspect.

So you say.
He is telling
a different story.

Well, we'd love
to hear it.

He says he's been framed
by New York police

in collaboration
with Zionists.

Do we look
like Zionists?

I am consulting with
my superiors in Iran.

Until we decide whether
to grant Mr. Darvey asylum,
he will remain in our embassy,

which, as you know, may not
be entered or searched
without our permission.

Pretty please.

Detective Bernard suggested
that we use Mr. Nozari
as a battering ram

to break through the gate.

Mr. Nozari?

The embassy's security chief.

He's the one who
explained that we're
all Zionist stooges.

Well, that sounds
about right.

And we, of course,
are the Great Satan.

This is Ms. Barsett
from the State Department.

So she should know.
I've asked her to
help us out.

But there does seem
to be a little problem

with the Vienna treaty
on foreign relations.

All foreign missions are
inviolable and may not

be entered or searched
without consent.

We're aware.

Very good.

That treaty also requires
foreign diplomats
to respect local laws

and avoid interfering
in local affairs.

So sue them.
But you can't go in
and get the guy.

That would violate
a basic principle of
international law.

So a killer sits
in there eating caviar,
while we do nothing?

We're trying to negotiate
the Iranians out of
building nuclear weapons.

We don't need to
get distracted by
a common criminal.

Common murderer.

Darvey left his suitcase
in the trunk of the cab
with the gun inside.

Ballistics are
a near-perfect match.

I'm sorry. We have to
respect the treaty.

And if we don't,
what are they gonna do?

Invade our embassy in Iran
and take 50 hostages?

Oh, wait,
they already did that.

In 1979. We're trying
to move on.

You'd think the Iranians
would be happy to have
more Jews gathered in Israel

for Armageddon,
make a juicier target
for their bomb.

If you can figure out
what Ahmadinejad
is really thinking,

we'd love to hear about it.

Meanwhile, you can't
go into that embassy.

It's outrageous.

Our elected officials
should be
bringing every pressure

to make the Iranians
respect our laws.

Now, if I'm
elected District Attorney,

I won't take no
for an answer
in a case like this.

If he's elected
District Attorney,

I'm resigning and
burning down my office
on the way out.

I like the part about
not taking no for an answer.

A few years ago, the FBI
caught some embassy guards

surveilling bridges
and subways, looked like
they were spying,

scouting for terrorists.

Yeah, they couldn't arrest
them, but they were declared
persona non grata.

They had to
leave the country.

Iranians squawked,
but there was nothing
they could do.

Leverage?

It's worth a try.

Excuse me.
Would you take our picture?

Of course.

How does this look?

Very nice.

Oh, would you mind
taking some more,
just to be safe?

You mind telling us
what you guys are doing?

We're going for lunch.

Can I see your camera?

It's not my camera.
It belongs to her.

I've never seen that
before in my life.

Ah. So that's
how it is.

Thank you, officers.

So why are you taking
pictures around here?

What have you got?
Look at that.
Empire State Building,

Penn Station.

Are these snaps for
your friends in al-Qaeda?

This is about Darvey.

You want him back.

Why don't you
call your people.
See what they think.

Hey, how long?

Just wait.

Hey.

He called his embassy,
and they called her.

I thought we had
an understanding.

They were photographing
landmarks.

Take their names.
Report it to the FBI.

Let them go.

Right.

And don't do anything else
without telling me. Please.

Sure.

I want to do
something else.

You really
don't miss it?

What,
intelligence work?

Try and get a decent
corned beef sandwich
in Pakistan.

This guy
was great in the field.

He's got to be bored to
death in Manhattan.

Well, I manage to stay awake.

So you heard
about this guy, Darvey?

He ran into
the Iranian embassy.

Yeah. Maybe.

I didn't know you
were bringing a date.

It's her case, too, Tom.

Okay. Darvey, he runs into
the Iranian embassy because
you're on his tail.

He sells them a story
and they buy it.

They're shipping him out
tomorrow morning to Iran.

Embassy car
to embassy plane.

How do you know that?

Come on.

I got two minutes.
We're on the move.

The Iranians have
listening gear, right?

They monitor
our communications,
other embassies,

the Israelis?

Yeah. Sure.

And maybe you know
what frequency
the Israelis broadcast on,

their secure stuff.

Maybe.

And maybe you can
help us out.

Detective Lupo simply
arranged for a little
radio transmission.

By NYPD Intelligence,
pretending to be Israelis

on an Israeli channel
we know the Iranians monitor?

Something like that.

And what have we arranged
to be broadcast?
Their favorite song?

I Left My Heart
in Tel Aviv?

A message that
an Israeli agent
named Loudmouth

has penetrated his target.

Loudmouth?

Code name.

Is there such
an Israeli agent?

Has he penetrated a target?

No. We made it up.

But, uh, don't tell anyone.

In your experience,
does this kind of thing
tend to work?

In my experience,

yes.

They're moving Darvey out
at 6:00 a.m.

What do you say?

God help us.

Please remove your cars.

This is a diplomatic vehicle.
It is as inviolable
as the embassy.

You must let us proceed.

No problem. We just
thought since you're
taking Mr. Darvey to Iran

that you'd like
to be fully informed.

We are aware of your
charges against him.

No, that's not what
I'm talking about.

I'm talking about his
friends, the Israelis.

This is crap.
It's some kind of trick.

Since when do you inform
to Iran about the Israelis?

When one of their Mossad
thugs goes rogue

and commits murder
in our city.

You're saying Mr. Darvey
works for Mossad?

What do you say, Darvey?

You want to get out
of the car and try
our justice system,

or go to Iran
and try theirs?

You still hang spies, right?
Or do you behead them?

This is ridiculous.

Here, some reading
for the plane.

His date of recruitment,
scope of operations,
code name "Loudmouth,"

it's all here.

May I see that?

You're not believing this?

We'll talk on the plane.

I'm getting out.

You will move
your cars now, please.

Done.

Guys, clear the way.

Hey, wait a minute.
You can't let them
just take me.

Sorry. Inviolable.

Welcome home.

Put your hands
behind your back.

Oh, and, uh, he was right.
It's some kind of trick.

Have a nice flight.

Now the Iranians
are telling the world

that Israeli thugs
are murdering innocent
people in New York,

and the source of
that slander is the office
of the District Attorney.

Thanks a lot.

He's leaving out the part
that it was a trick.

Yes, he is. Do you know
how many Jewish voters
there are in Manhattan?

Jack, with all due respect,
is this a prosecutor's office
or a campaign headquarters?

Don't give me that.
I'm the one who gave you
the go-ahead.

And now you're saying
you shouldn't have?

Just convict
the son of a bitch.

What exactly
did you say to Mr. Burwell?

I told Burwell
to get me my money back,
or else.

Or else what?

Well, I left that part
up to his imagination.

But I did manage to put
a good scare into him.

He said he was
going to go back to
that charity

and get them to
give it back to me.

That charity
being Sacred Exodus,
where Mr. Darvey worked?

Yes.
And he was highly motivated?

Very highly.

Thank you.

He was motivated
because you

threatened to kill him,
isn't that right?

It was a bluff.
I wasn't going
to kill him.

But you did beat him up.

A little, to make my point.

And your point was, you'd
do something worse to him
if he didn't get the money,

and he didn't get the money.

I didn't know that.

Tell me again, why should
we believe anything you say?

I didn't speak to
Sam Burwell that day.

To your knowledge,
did anyone else

in your organization
speak to him?

Mr. Darvey said
that he did.

Did Mr. Darvey tell you
that Mr. Burwell

asked for his donation
to be refunded?

No. He didn't say
anything like that.

What did he say?

That Sam came by
to pick up some information
about our work,

how we bring Jews
from the former Soviet Union

back to their
Biblical homeland.

And you do this work
with Mr. Darvey's help
in Central Asia?

That's right.

And he presents
accountings of
his expenditures there,

and Sacred Exodus
pays those bills?

We believe we're
doing God's work.

We are happy to pay
whatever it costs.

I refer you to People's Four,
Mr. Darvey's accountings,

which include $95,000
for Uzbekistan exit taxes

for Jewish emigrants.

Did you pay that?
We did.

Have you since learned
that Uzbekistan
has no such tax,

that Mr. Darvey made it up
and put the money
in his own pocket?

Well, that's what they say.

That what who says?

Officials of that
government.

It's a corrupt part
of the world.
Bribes are often paid.

Mr. Darvey billed you
for taxes, not bribes.

We believe we are destined
for heaven, Mr. Cutter,

but we're not naive.

Who in his right mind
would put bribes in writing?

What government official
wouldn't deny
that they exist?

He's cutting the legs out
from under our case.

No swindle, no motive.

It's a cover-up.
He's lying.

Mr. Reeves?

Reverend.

Reverend.

You are aware that Mr. Darvey
is accused of shooting
your friend, Sam Burwell,

in the head because
he was on the trail

of exposing Mr. Darvey
as a crook.

Objection! That's
what they're trying
to prove here,

which they seem to
be not even to be
close to doing.

Sustained.

Are you now saying
that the hundreds
of thousands of dollars

in nonexistent taxes
that Mr. Darvey
billed you for

were actually
disguised bribes
that you knew about?

I know that part
of the world is corrupt.

You already said that.
Is it now your testimony
that that money

was actually spent,
legally or otherwise,
on behalf of your project?

Mr. Darvey says it was.
I believe him.

How is Sacred Exodus funded?

By donations.

And how have donations
been running since Mr. Darvey
was arrested for murder?

They're down, of course.

Do you think
they'd go back up
if he's acquitted?

I suppose they might.

But if he's convicted,
and donations stay down,

what would be
the consequences
for Sacred Exodus?

Our work would be delayed.

We could bring
fewer Jews to Israel.

And what would be
the consequence of that?

I'm not sure I know
what you mean.

And I'm sure you do.

In bringing Jews to Israel,
aren't you fulfilling
Biblical prophecy?

Yes.
What prophecy?

When the Jews return,
the stage will be set
for the end times.

And for the second coming
of Jesus Christ?

Yes.

Are you looking forward
to the second coming?

Of course.

To hasten its coming,
would you lie?

Isn't that what
any good Christian would do?

What any good Christian
should do?

Everything I've said here
today is the truth,

so help me God.

We're proud
to sponsor this debate

between the candidates
for District Attorney.

You know, Jack, I really
ought to put your man Cutter
on my campaign staff.

First he pisses off the Jews,
then he attacks devout
Christians as perjurers.

What's he going to do next,
indict Muhammad?

He's prosecuting a murderer,
which, as a candidate
for District Attorney,

you should understand,
instead of distorting it
to inflame religious passions

for political gain.

The governor told me you
were too high-minded
to run a decent campaign.

But really,
I had no idea.

Please
join me in welcoming
the candidates...

How'd it go?

He didn't accuse me personally
of being the Antichrist,
but not well.

We have to go
after him harder.

Chapell?

Mmm-mmm.
Reverend Reeves,
our lying witness.

His testimony
destroys our case.

I thought you had
Darvey's gun.

Well, ballistics are
a probable match,
but they're not airtight.

Without a motive...

We've got to make Reeves
tell the truth.

What do you suggest,
an inquisition?

We shut down
his charity entirely.

By his own testimony,
it was paying illegal bribes.

We lock it up
and seize its assets.

Shutting down
a Christian charity?

Maybe I can still get
the Buddhist vote.

This isn't about religion.

We keep telling ourselves.

Before you actually
do anything, see if
the threat alone suffices.

We need to talk.

You lied on the stand.

We're prepared
to take action against
your organization,

to shut it down entirely.

Why are you here?

I just told you.

No. Why are you here,
on Earth?

What is the purpose
of your life?

I'm not sure that's
relevant right now.

It's the only thing
that is relevant.

You get up every morning.
You take a train to work.

You put people in jail,

people who break man's laws.

"Thou shalt not kill."
Not just man's.

These are extraordinary
times.

The signs are so clear.

The rise of
the European Union,
of Russia,

the financial collapse,

Iran's nuclear bomb.
Armageddon is so close.

"The Lord himself
will come down from heaven,

"and the dead
in Christ will rise."

I am blessed to know
why I'm here,

to play a small role
in this majesty,

to bring the Jews
back to the Holy Land.
This is a precondition.

And this trial,
this prosecution,
is an impediment.

You don't know that.

You can't know that.

"At that time,
the sign of the Son of Man
will appear in the sky,

"with power and great glory.
His second coming.

"But no one knows
about that day or hour,

"not even the angels
in heaven, nor the Son,
but only the Father."

And not me,
and not even you.

Matthew, Chapter 24.

God will do
what God will do,
on His schedule.

Meanwhile, we should do
what we should do.

George Darvey
murdered your friend.

Now it's our duty
to punish that.

You didn't know Sam.
He believed.

Nothing was more important
to him than our work.

"Render unto Caesar
the things which
are Caesar's."

This is Caesar's department,
Reverend.

This is so difficult.

You know something,
don't you?

Something you haven't told?

What do you do
when things get difficult?

Sam called me
that day, after he had
been to see Mr. Darvey.

He said that he
needed his money back,

but that Mr. Darvey
said it was impossible,

it was already spent,

given to the Uzbek government
for some sort of tax.

Sam said he was desperate,

and that he was going
to call the Uzbek embassy
and try to get it refunded.

And what did you do
after that conversation
with Mr. Burwell?

I assumed Mr. Darvey
had told Sam the truth.

We had, after all,
been paying that tax
all along.

So, I called Darvey
and told him what Sam
was going to do.

How did Mr. Darvey react?

He seemed concerned.

He said we couldn't
let that happen.

Did he say
what he meant by that?

No.

I didn't ask.

I should have asked.

Especially after...

After what?

After Sam was murdered.

I believe I inadvertently
caused Sam's death.

I only hope
God can forgive me.

Guilty.
Jury took less than a day.

Because God told
Reverend Reeves
to tell the truth?

God and Connie.
Matthew, Chapter 24.
You study the Bible?

I prepare for court.
I prepared for church.

Uh-huh, good.

Maybe you can prepare for me.

The Interfaith Council
invited me and Joe Chapell
to a panel discussion,

"Religion and the Law."

Sounds fascinating.

I think I feel the flu coming on.