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In New York City's
war on crime,

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued

by the detectives
of the major case squad.

These are their stories.

I wish
I could help you.

- You can hear me out, sister.
- I have!

You're mistaken.
I'm sorry.

Did you--

Please.

Not her.
She ain't used up yet.

I need all three.

Just the viejas.
1,000 a piece.

I give and they go.

We'll be back.

Get in the car.

I need you to be quiet.

It's okay.

Come on.

The washrooms
are there, okay?

There's a bathroom,
there's towels.

There's a robe.

He followed us!
Oh, my God.

Okay, okay.
It's okay, girls.

It's okay.

Stay here.

"Perfect love
casteth out fear."

Ah!

Mickey...

I saw him.

But the girls are safe.

You see?

All right.

Mickey, the girls
are scared, okay?

You have to go.

That's it then.

I'll just--I'll leave.

It's too dangerous.

No, you can't leave, Olivia.

What happens to your girls
without you?

We're already
a dumping ground for ev--

Sister Olivia.

I was just telling them

the community board
wants a meeting.

Can we blame them?

Teresa, these girls
have no one else.

Their pimps
come looking for them.

It's a menace.

This is not our mission.

It's our Christian duty.

What's going on?

Stop!
Stop it!

Take that hand off.

He was looking
in the window.

It's all right.
You all right?

They're coming, Sister,
the reckoning.

He'll tell Enrique
we're here!

The only people he talks to
are in his head.

Now go with Maria.

Go on.

It's okay.
You okay?

Who's there?

Ugh!

Mother of God...

pray for us sinners...

now and at the hour
of our death...

The sexton
had the night off.

Sister Dorothy was doing
the final check.

Any problems recently?

Uh, the usual.

Homeless men urinating
on our flowerbeds.

Graffiti...

We'll take photos
of the graffiti.

You run a shelter here.

Uh, the sisters rescue girls
from prostitution.

Sister Olivia
started the program.

She's the one
who found Dorothy.

We'll need
to speak with her.

She's downstairs
calming her girls.

I'll get her.

So, the offender
probably hid in here.

Burst out, caught the nun.

Shoved her into that.

You'll see that the wax
is not red,

so the blood never
mixed with it.

The candlestand
must have been knocked over

after she went down
once the blood congealed.

Hi.

I'm Sister Olivia.

How can I help?

How are your girls?

Freaked.

Me too.

Sister Dorothy
was my light.

When I found her,
she was already gone.

I said a prayer.

We're very sorry.

So these rescues,
how do they work?

We look for men
gathered around a van.

There's usually one or two
girls inside,

servicing 20 or 30 men
a night.

There's no time
to call the police,

so we buy the girls
from their pimps

with donations.

Well, that's
very dangerous work.

So when was the last rescue?

Wednesday night.
You don't think that--

Somebody might have
wanted their girls back.

It's not our fault.

They know.

They wanna find the guys
who were selling you.

We need you to be brave.

They already are.

They keep us in a house
with bars on the windows.

Every night, Enrique,
the one with the scar,

and Mateo drive us
to a different corner.

You remember anything
about the house

or the neighbors?

Maybe you heard something?

No.

Enrique always
plays his music loud.

Before I found Dorothy
I remember

hearing hip-hop music,
uh, from outside.

From a car in Spanish.

Could you see
out the windows?

Just these big buildings
on top of the highway.

I never seen that before.

Maybe those apartments
above the Cross-Bronx?

Desiree, you look
very nice today.

I was wondering if you always
pencil in your eyebrows.

No, not until my real ones
go away.

They fell out.

Do you use a face cream?

Something maybe
Enrique gave you?

He get it for us
from a botanica.

"Crema Blanqueadora."

Skin lightener.

He can charge more
for girls with lighter skin.

There's mercury in this.

Mercury, that's why
your eyebrows fell out.

Because of this.

You see where
Enrique bought this?

That's him!
Enrique, with the scars.

-Police!
-Put your hands behind your head.

Put them
behind your head!

Hey!

Show me your hands.
Show 'em!

You stay put.

Okay, everything's okay.
Todo esta bien.

No se preoccupen.

Come on.

Burnt matches.

Did you do this?

No.
Enrique.

Those girls
look pretty young.

Those are Matteo's friends.
He's 15.

He could play with them.

Where were you last night?

Were you going to church?

I don't go to no churches.

You weren't in a church?

A wooden church
full of candles?

Nah.

Those churches,
they burn fast, you know?

You ever see
a church burn?

Yeah.

He's a full-on pyro.

He would have
burned that church down

if he'd had a chance.

Didn't someone
knock over a candlestand?

The floor's stone.

Knocking over some candles
wouldn't do anything.

You know, the stand,
it was dragged ten feet...

toward the body.

It's the way that
the wax splattered...

and ran along the floor.

The fluid mechanics
are all wrong.

The floor tilts.

Somebody steered the wax
toward the body.

You're the lapsed altar boy.

What's the religious
significance of wax?

Well, the candle
is a symbol for Christ

and wax being
his pure flesh.

But, somehow, I think
that the purpose for this

was more practical.

There was the same graffiti
outside.

Everybody knows
Saturn protects the innocents.

That's why not one
of those girls got hurt.

If all you wanted
was to protect them, Mickey,

why'd they attack you?

They said that you
were spying on them.

That's a confusion
of perception.

Well, we're confused
about these.

We found them
next to Sister Dorothy.

Those aren't mine.

Look, Saturn
has five ring systems.

Not seven.

And what's all
this crud on them?

It's wax.

Wax?
Wax is mutable.

You can't protect nothing
with a mutable.

Do you have
the other half of this?

Did you rip this, Mickey?

No.

Maybe you earned it somehow?

You know, they paid you
one half up front

and the other half later?

My employer
wanted me to see

where Sister Dorothy's
office was.

And that's why the girls

thought you were
spying on them.

Who paid you?

White man, black shirt.

No, other way.

Black man, white shirt.

Black shirt, white shirt.

Saturn boy's got
a few loose rings

floating around his head.

He's right about
the markings on the floor.

There's nothing
in his notebook that matches.

His employer tried to frame himfor the Sister's murder.

The killer drew those
on the floor,

then covered them up
with wax?

Somebody in that church
is playing games.

You were the first one
to find her body.

Now, Sister, before
you start lying...

the markings on the floor
were not Mickey's.

Oh, thank God.

Somebody tried
to frame him.

And we think
you tried to protect him

by covering them up
with wax.

Dorothy wouldn't have wanted
Mickey to go to prison.

You don't know,
but schizophrenics

have it very hard.

Oh, I do know, Sister.

I thought I was doing
what she wanted me to do.

Forgive me.

Well, thanks
for clearing it up.

Olivia's right.

Dorothy spent her whole life
sacrificing for others.

Was her office
open on Thursday?

Uh, closed,
but not locked.

You have a key for this?

What about a computer?

Dorothy spent the tech boom

cloistered in a convent upstate.

She still used
carbon paper.

I'll be upstairs
if you need anything.

The cabinet's been jimmied.

There's Wite-Out used
to cover up the marks.

Personal correspondents...

Her rolodex.

Somebody grabbed
all the cards under D and M.

I have a letter here
from the Mother Superior

of the convent upstate
from two weeks ago.

"I enclose a note a gentleman
left with Sister Edwina

to pass on to you."

There's no note.
It's missing.

How far upstate?

When Dorothy had
her Irish up,

she was a force.

She opened a refuge here
for battered women.

And then two years ago,
she went into the city

to help Sister Olivia.

Sister Edwina,

the detectives
have been waiting.

Come.

They won't bite.

We'd like to talk to you
about the man

who left a note
for Sister Dorothy.

- Is that all right?
- Yes.

He was in Binghamton
on business.

He said Sister Dorothy
had helped him

when she taught
Catholic school in the city

years ago.

He wanted to thank her.

You get his name?

Just Eddie.

Mine's Edwina.

He joked about it,
so I laughed.

Okay, whoa whoa whoa,
Sister--just--sorry.

Is there anything else
that you can tell us

about the way he looked?

I try not to judge
people's insides...

by their outsides.

So there's something about him

that you're trying
not to judge.

He's different in some way.

He was a foreigner?

Or he was...

Was he big like me?

Not so big.

And not so Caucasian.

Okay, African-American.

All right, anything else?

Did he have a car?

Gray?
It was gray.

I saw it when he went
for his bag

to get his notepad.

What kind of bag?

I wasn't being nosy,

but he put it
on my desk.

It had syringes.

And one of those things
that take blood pressure.

And vials
with rubber stoppers.

Okay, for blood samples.
He was a doctor.

With that old car?

Oh, gosh, that sounded
very judgmental.

No, no,
it's fine, Sister.

Um...

I guess that's all.

All right, thanks.

It's a long way to come
just to say thank you.

If Eddie was a doctor,
he would have said so.

Maybe he's just someone
who takes blood samples,

a phlebotomist.

A phlebotomist of color
named Eddie.

How many can there be
in this city?

Sign in, please.

This do?

It's about
Sister Dorothy, isn't it?

I read what happened.

I guess you know that
I was in touch with her.

Right, you were
in touch.

She was your teacher
in Catholic school?

No.

Sister Edwina
misunderstood.

I just played
in their schoolyard.

But Sister Dorothy helped you.

Or did we
misunderstand that?

I was 12.

Some older boys
were beating me up.

She stepped in,
gave them a what for.

I ran home.

She saved my life,
I never thanked her.

She saved your life.

You never thanked her.

That must have been
quite a beating.

Yes, I never forgot it.

Oh, sorry.

I like this.

Sorry.

I'm thinking that you must havebuilt up a lot of gratitude

in the last 20 years
to go all the way upstate.

My company sent me there
to lead a tutorial.

You hear from Sister Dorothy
after she got your note?

She called my cell.

I mentioned in the note
I wanted to make a donation.

We spoke briefly.

You speak to anyone else?

A homeless man
named Mickey?

He said he got
a $20 donation.

I never went to the church.

May I go?

Uh, yeah.

Last thing.

We're asking everybody
where they were

Thursday night.

I was home studying
electro-cardiography.

Home, studying
by yourself?

Yes.

Eddie Roberts
is happily single.

It's the only way
to get things done.

Alex Eames says
he's a big phony.

He didn't flinch
when I crowded him.

That's not the way
a beating victim would react.

Excuse me,
please don't touch that.

Hey, you're the supervisor?

The guy who sent him
upstate?

Uh, for the tutorial?

No, Eddie volunteered
for some reason.

For some reason.

Please, there's confidential
information on there.

Eddie seems to spend
a lot of time

searching HMO databases.

We don't have access
to those.

Eddie Roberts does.

He started screening
patient histories last year.

All women.

A back door way
to find Sister Dorothy?

Your phlebotomist scanned
4,000 databases

for women
with O-negative blood,

thyroid condition,
hepatitis,

and Thalassemia.

He must have thought
your Sister Dorothy

fit the bill.

Thalas, from the
Greek goddess of the sea.

It's a blood disease
found mainly

in Mediterranean,
African,

and Southeast Asian women.

Sister Dorothy
was Irish.

And she didn't have hepatitis
or a thyroid condition.

It's another woman
he's trying to find.

He had to think
that Sister Dorothy

could lead him to her.

That's why
he searched her office.

He confronted her,
and she wouldn't help.

So he killed her.

This woman Sister Dorothy
died protecting,

I hope she's worth it.

I didn't mean
to scare the girls.

I know.

Oh, um...

Here, take this.

I'll call you regularly.

You'll be happy there,
I promise.

Pray for me, okay?

I was conducting
a statistical study of Anemia.

Why, you know somebody
with Anemia?

Thyroid?
Hepatitis?

No, why would you ask me
such a thing?

Maybe your girlfriend, or...

Sister Dorothy
had a shelter upstate

for battered women.

Maybe that's why
you went to see her,

to find one of your old
battered girlfriends.

Maybe you wanted
to go another couple

rounds with her, huh?

But Sister Dorothy,
she got in the way.

You keep going,
and I'll sue the NYPD

for slander.

I already told you,

Eddie Roberts
was home Thursday night,

as I was every night
last week.

Studying and bettering
myself.

And now I'd like to invoke
my right to an attorney.

Soon as his lawyer gets here,
put Roberts in a lineup.

Hope Saturn Boy
can pick him out.

Assuming we find
Saturn Boy.

He's been missing
for three days.

What else against
Mr. Roberts

besides minor inconsistencies
in his story?

Everything about him is off.

He can't look me
in the eye.

He talks about himself
in the third person.

Another eccentric
New Yorker.

He's indignant too.

He's got a deep-seated
sense of injustice.

Had to be something
powerful.

Drive him to spend
the last year and a half

searching for
medical databases.

I'll rely on your own
obsessiveness to find out

what that thing is,
Detective.

In the meantime,
we'll have Mr. Roberts

arraigned on
the computer charges.

Eddie stay home most nights.

I know.

Because he take up
two spaces with his car.

When he goes
I move in.

You see his car outside
last week?

Only one night
he go out, Tuesday.

Sorry, I got to go.

He went out Tuesday.

After making a point
of telling us

he stayed in all week.

Another minor
inconsistency.

There's enough hats here
for every Sunday of the year.

She must have just
passed away.

All right,
we got a family Bible.

It's a picture of his mother,
Eddie, and his older brother.

Eddie's fascinated
with baking.

Bakers trade magazines,

food service newsletters,

and the bakery section
from the phone directory

with bakeries checked off.

For a guy whose oven's
never been turned on...

Well, I wonder who does
the baking at the church.

Well, one of the sisters
taught me at the convent,

and now I teach
the girls here.

They need skills or they
go back to what they know.

Why're you asking?

We've identified
a suspect.

I don't recognize him.

He's looking for somebody.

He wanted Sister Dorothy
to help him find her.

Her.
A woman.

About your age.

Maybe employed
as a baker.

You think it's me.

But... I'm employed
as a nun.

Your blouse.

It's discolored.

The cotton is worn.

That's from the rubbing
that I've seen you do.

Mmm.

My stomach hurts
when I get stressed.

It's your spleen,
isn't it?

It's swollen?

From the type
of anemia you have?

It's Thala...

Thalassemia.

You have O-Negative blood,
right?

Well, the woman
that our suspect

is looking for
has O-Negative blood

and has Thalassemia.

Well, that's...that's weird.

It's...

Look, I wishI could be more helpful, but...

Uh, were you diagnosed
with your Anemia

before you were a nun?

Uh-huh,
when I was a kid.

Just trying
to figure out how...

Eddie Roberts found out.

Maybe he...

Maybe he met
your parents.

No, they're gone.

Maybe somebody else
from your past.

It's not something
I talked about

when I was growing up.

You didn't want
the other kids

knowing you were weak.

The girls
trust you so much

because they sense that you
share something in common.

Don't pretend
you know me, Detective.

I help these girls
because

it's my Christian duty.

They're victims,
powerless.

Something I never was.

I made choices.

Even in surrendering
to God's will,

I made a choice.

There's just
one last thing.

We thought that maybe
if you...

if we brought you
and Eddie together,

Eddie might tell you
why he's looking for you.

If you think
it would help.

Sure.

She called our bluff.

She knew Eddie couldn't talk
without implicating himself

in the murder.

She and Eddie might be sharing
the same secret.

The same secret
that Sister Dorothy

died protecting.

Oh, great.

The church gets
another black eye,

I'll never hear
the end of it.

Eddie wrote a check
to a drugstore

on the Tuesday night
his super said he went out.

When he said
he was home studying.

The receipt's here.

Stamped just before 7:00.

Then he wrote a check
for 250 bucks

to a James Jones.

There's a Jimmy Jones
in the family Bible.

Here, James "Jimmy" Jones.

Born five years
before Eddie.

Eddie's older
half-brother.

Eddie tried to hide
the fact

he was with him
Tuesday night.

Maybe something
about this brother

he's ashamed of.

But he didn't always
feel that way.

"1988 Fillmore High MVP."

What's not
to be proud of?

He's in here
watching his cartoons.

Come on!
You can do it!

Jump over the wall!

He's like that
most of the time.

What happened to him?

I just started
two months ago.

I feed him, change him.
He don't talk much.

Jimmy's brother Eddie,

he arrange
for all this care?

Yes, he fills out
the Medicaid forms,

writes the checks.

Nice young man.

He does all that paperwork
right here?

Yes.

Was he here last week?

Tuesday evening
and Friday afternoon,

same as every week.

He talks to Jimmy
for hours.

About sports,
their late mother.

But not a lot of it
gets through to Jimmy.

Spasms, I better go.

Any other murder suspect
would rub our noses in this.

Show what a good Samaritan
he is.

But not Eddie.

Maybe this is
what he was hiding.

1988.
Gravesend, sure.

Victim still in coma.

They never caught the guys.

There was only one
eyewitness.

And the eyewitness
was a woman.

An Angie DelMarco.

The cards missing
from Sister Dorothy's rolodex,

the letters D and M.

That's who Eddie's
looking for.

The speculation is that...

she maybe died
from an overdose.

I don't know about died,
but maybe gone to heaven?

Sister Dorothy
was called home by God.

We can't prevent
his plan from unfolding.

But that's
what I fear.

The unfolding.

God's voice
seems so far away.

Sometimes I wish
I were back in the cloisters.

But you belong
in this world.

With your girls.

That's what God
chose for you.

He'll find you here,

and he'll give you the strengthto face what comes.

I hope so, Father.

I pray for it.

Poor kid was on the white side
of the tracks at night.

They caught him on the
ballfield on Stillwell Avenue.

He's lucky he survived.

We saw him.

He's not lucky.

You had two suspects.

Al Nero, Tony Zavaglia.

Jimmy Jones was dating
Al's ex-girlfriend.

A white girl, I presume.

And you couldn't
make a case?

No forensics.

Gravesend,
back in those days,

nobody said anything.

This eyewitness,
Angie DelMarco?

She was Al's
new girlfriend at the time.

Your file on her
is pretty thin.

You just have
one photo of her.

She worked off the books
at a bakery

to pay for a crack habit.

But before we get
her story,

the papers leaked her name,
she went AWOL.

Thank you, Detective.

The department
should hire phlebotomists.

They do better
finding witnesses.

If Sister Olivia
is in fact Angie DelMarco,

why hasn't she said so?

What, admit that she was
the crackhead girlfriend

of a violent racist?

She lives in Harlem,
she needs the community

to support her program.

If she came forward,
the community

would forgive
her past associations.

No, we're talking about
what she fears.

In order to prosecute
Eddie Roberts,

we need to force her hand.

Sister Olivia
was a novitiate

at the convent upstate,
wasn't she?

Maybe a subpoena
for their files would help.

Yes, 1988.

Sister Olivia said
she ran away

from an abusive relationship.

She had the bruises
to prove it.

We gave her a bed
in our refuge.

Sister Dorothy...

did she do the initial
interview with Olivia?

- Yes.
- Can I see that?

Louise Collina.

New Jersey State I.D.
Looks fake.

Picture could be DelMarco.

You know, I read that
novitiates,

they have mentors.

They tell their
whole life story to them.

Olivia's mentor
was Sister Dorothy?

Yes, she shepherded Olivia
through every step.

She was so proud
when Olivia took the vow.

Can I get a copy of this?

I'll have to charge you
a nickel.

No problem.

Nothing in here matches up
with Angie DelMarco.

Not even the birthdays.

Maybe her family
will recognize her.

By the time I started
going with Rosie,

Angie's Mom, she'd already
thrown Angie out of the house

for being a tramp.

Angie and her mother
never made up?

All those years
and that putana never called.

Not on Easter,
not Mother's Day.

Not even when Rosie
was dying.

The younger one,
could it be Angie?

Yes.

Rosie got a card
from a Sister Dorothy upstate.

All it said was that
Angie was safe

and doin' good.

That's it.

You tell anybody?

Rosie made me promise
not to.

She was worried
those animals

that turned that black kid
into a vegetable

would go after Angie
to shut her up.

So then
after Rosie died,

you weren't gonna let her
get away with that.

You told somebody.
You didn't tell the police.

They didn't seem
too interested

in helping that black kid
the first time around.

So then you told
the kid's family.

You tipped them off
about Angie.

After Rosie died...

I sent his family a copy
of Sister Dorothy's note.

Let them call Angie
to account.

She's caused
a lot of hurt.

She needs to
get herself right.

The tip proves Eddie Roberts
was aware of a relationship

between Sister Dorothy
and the woman

who witnessed
his brother's beating.

It's the connective tissue

the Grand Jury will need.

And you'll call Sister Olivia
to testify.

You mean Angie DelMarco.

Yes, her testimony
goes to Mr. Roberts' motive.

All right, so if we go
to Eddie Roberts,

and show him what we have,
and offer him a plea...

Sister Olivia's past acts,

they don't have to be
made public, right?

If Mr. Roberts
takes a plea

about why he was
in that church,

his motive
would be immaterial.

But, Detective,
I want the truth to come out.

All of it.

Even with her testimony
about the hate crime,

the statue of limitations
ran out.

We can't touch Al Nero

or Tony Zavaglia.

The only people it'll affect
are Sister Olivia's girls.

And Sister Olivia.

Like her stepfather said,
she needs to be called

to account for her silence
all these years.

All these years
that she's been

living a life of sacrifice,
of service for others.

She's paid her debt.

In your judgment.

I'm sorry you find the truth
so inconvenient.

It's not just
my judgment.

Sister Dorothy, she also thoughtthat Sister Olivia's works

were worth defending.

Come on, Counselor.

How much truth do you need
for justice here?

Even if you could prove
Angie DelMarco's stepfather

sent this tip,

There's no evidence
my client ever got it.

Until we find
the homeless man he paid

to spy on Sister Dorothy.

I ask myself, where was
this zeal 17 years ago

when my brother's skull
was cracked open?

It must gall you to know
that these men

are walking free, you know?

You know what galls me?

Those trials of old white men

who killed
civil rights workers.

Bombed churches
40 years ago.

Their convictions
hailed as victories

of American justice.

But for 40 years,
these old men

sat down to dinner
with their families.

Slept in their own beds.

Woke up free men.

And now that they're old
and dying,

when they have nothing
left to lose,

now they go to jail.

Mr. Roberts,
as I told your lawyer,

we recognize
Sister Dorothy's death

was not premeditated.

That there were
mitigating circumstances.

I'm not interested
in a plea bargain.

You want to convict me,

you give me
one of those trials.

All this medication
your brother takes.

His health
is deteriorating.

He can't fight off
infections.

In time he'll succumb
to his injuries.

Then his assault
will become a homicide.

The statute of limitations
won't apply.

We can charge the men
who beat him with murder.

You have no evidence
against them.

If we get Angie DelMarco
on the record

about the beating to use
when circumstances permit,

would you consider a plea
for Sister Dorothy's death?

I'm sorry about
what happened to her.

She didn't deserve it.

First, you get
DelMarco on the record,

then we'll talk.

You take good care of him.

He always liked
looking sharp.

Even on that last night.

He spent two hours
getting ready

before he went out.

He was going
on a date?

Dancing.

With that white girl.

Didn't matter anyway.

Those boys
got to him first.

We can tell Ms. DelMarco
her statement

will be kept under seal
until it's needed.

When Jimmy dies.

It could be months
or years.

Jimmy's girlfriend
the night of the beating.

She was waitressing
in Manhattan.

Her shift ended at 1:00 a.m.

She was working while he was
getting a beat-down

in Brooklyn at 9:30.

And she told the police
they only had plans

to see each other
on the next day.

Now, he told his brother
that he had a date

with her that night.

Someone set a trap
for him.

If he took the bait,

it wasn't from Al Nero
or Tony Zavaglia.

Okay, thank you
for the donation.

Great, bye-bye.

Uh, Sister?

The detectives are back.

They need
to talk to you.

We're sorry to take you away
from your girls, Sister,

but there's been
a break in the case.

A break?

Eddie Roberts
is ready to confess.

In return,
we promised him

to look into the racial attack
on his brother...

in Gravesend
17 years ago.

I don't know.
I'm sorry?

Sister Dorothy, she knew
a witness to the attack.

Angie DelMarco.

I don't know any Angie.
Sorry.

That's how Eddie
found Sister Dorothy.

Somebody sent him a copy
of the note

she sent to Angie's mother.

Your mother.

I never knew
she wrote them.

Your stepfather said
that she died in peace

knowing that her daughter
was safe

and doing good works.

Thank you.

Angie...

Look, it's time.

This is Mr. Carver

from the
prosecutor's office.

You need to tell him
what happened

on that ballfield.

No, Angie DelMarco's
gone away.

But you know
what she saw.

I, um...

I...

Um, Jimmy ran...

and tripped.

Al... Al beat him
with a bat and...

and Tony, Tony just kept
slamming his head down

with a...a brick.

Okay?

Why was he dressed like that?

Like he was going dancing

that night?

I don't... I don't...

Angie...

You want deliverance?
This is how.

Why was he in
the ballpark?

'Cause I told him to be.

I told him.

I knew that Al was angry
with his old girlfriend, Lisa,

for seeing Jimmy.

And...so I called Jimmy
and I told him

that I had a message
from Lisa that, uh...

she wanted to...

She was gonna
get off early

and she wanted
to hook up with him.

And he showed up.

He had flowers.

Tulips.

He started running
as soon as he saw us.

I liked Al.

I liked him.

I just wanted Al
to like me, you know?

I wanted so much
for him to like me.

You know?

You were standing there,
Angie.

While he was beating Jimmy.

Did you really think
that was enough

to make him like you?

It wasn't.

I didn't think that.

I was a wicked, wicked,
evil person.

I...

Jimmy looked at me
and he begged me.

And I stared at him
right in the face

and I said, "What are you
looking at, nigger?"

And then I kicked him.

I kicked him
in the face.

And I'm sorry.

I'm so sor--will you
forgive me?

I'm sorry,
will you forgive me?

Please forgive me.

Please forgive me.
I'm sorry.

Please forgive me.

I'm sorry.

Dorothy...

you should have let them
find me.

You just should let them
find me, 'cause it was me.

It was--

It should have been me.

Not you.

I'm sorry, Father.

I have let everyone down.

I am sorry.

That's for another day.

What happens
to her now?

We'll need her
to make a statement in writing

and on videotape.

Yes.

I wanna do that.

Everything will be kept
under seal

until Jimmy Jones dies.

If it's determined his death
is as a result

of his injuries,

I'll be filing murder charges
against you

as well as the others.

You understand that,
don't you, Sister?

I do.

And I'll be here this time.

If you'll excuse me.

I have to get my girls
ready for the day.

Depending on
Mr. Jones' health,

she should have enough time
to make other provisions

for her girls.

You were right.

There's never
enough truth.

Or enough justice.