First Sunday (2008) Script

l can't remember the last time this thing worked.

Son, you got a gift.

Your man, on the other hand. . . .

Do me a favor, tonight when you close. . .

. . .double check and make sure everything is locked.

Had a few things walk out of here.

Now, you know, Soul Joe, l'll never steaI nothing from you.

After everything you did for me?

Just keep a Iookout.


Rob from the rich and give to myself.

-LeeJohn, what the hell you doing? -Getting my money on.

-Man, we putting that back. -No, we not!

Put it back! lt's going back in.

You gonna get us fired?



That's my TV!

Somebody gonna get pregnant tonight. That's what's up.

Come on, ReIl, man, that's my new joint, man.

-You get the job? -Do it look like l got the job? l got us a job.


You need to take the stickers off. You ain't even never got no weed.

Twenty-four-inch chrome-pIated rims.

Twenty-four-inch chrome plate, real deal.

Custom Ieather seats.

Custom, cush leather seat.

Ten chairs. Twelve-hundred dollars apiece.

You do the maths.

You have 24 hours.

Ticktock, gunshot.

Bullet. BuIlet.

Bullet, bullet, bullet.

You think that's 24 hours from now. . .

. . .or from when he said it 1 0 minutes ago?

Hey, is that Jamaican time or American time?

What is this, man, Pimp My Wheelchair?

What this is, is us getting paid $3000 . . .

. . .to deliver these wheelchairs across town.

What the hell was that?

What the hell? Why you run the light?


l ain't going back to jail, man! l ain't going back to no jail!

We've got a beige van going over Fourth Avenue.

Police, black man, wheeIchair? That's jail!

AIl right, don't panic. Just roIl.

You didn't lock the back latch! We're losing chairs!

Oh, man! lt's not my van!

This is my cousin Doug's. With the one eye.

This is his van.

He said he fixed it!

Yo! Yo, those are our chairs, man! They're taking our chairs!

Don't worry about them chairs, just worry about them cops.

They coming on us! They still on us!

They still on us, man. Turn right here, right here.

Watch out! Watch out!

What had happened, it was me and LeeJohn.

-We was driving-- -Shut up.

-Your Honor! l was-- -Yo, wait-- You better shut up.

Wouldn't be in this damn mess if it wasn't for you.

-For me? -Yeah.

Wait a minute, now it's my fault because l was trying to help you out?

-Shut the hell up. -The both of you, shut up!

Mr. Jackson. . .

. . .six months ago you were caught shoplifting at a Stop and Shop. . .

. . .with a box fulI of Ding Dongs. . .

. . .and a six-pack of banana-strawberry Boone's Farm.

Your Honor, it was Goober Grape.

When the arresting officer searched you. . .

. . .he found a $20 bill in your pocket.

Why didn't you pay for it?

Because this dude named Bo Peep was on my ass about $20 and l--

And you, Mr. Washington.

You scored higher on your SAT than anyone in your graduating class. . .

. . .and yet you've been in three juvenile detention centers. . .

. . .twice on house arrest and once on probation.

A perfect exampIe of potentiaI with no purpose.


Anything either of you have to say for yourseIf? lf l go to jail, they're gonna make me a woman.

LeeJohn Jackson has been shuffled from one foster home to another.

DureIl Washington is the product of a singIe-parented home, Your Honor. . .

. . .never having the benefit of a father figure .

Your Honor, the youth of our city need to be given a chance.

Yes, the youth do.

But with respect, Your Honor, these are grown-ass men.

-What is your problem? -You need a hobby.

You need another hobby besides sending black men to jail.

-l'll send any man to jaiI l want. -Order in the court!

-You better watch your language. -My bad, Your Honor.

Given the record that Mr. Jackson and Mr. Washington have earned. . .

. . . l have every right to send the both of you to jail for a very long time.

-Come on, man-- -But l'm not gonna do that.

Now, l've decided to forgo any possibility of a jail sentence. . .

. . .under the condition that the both of you perform community service.

-l love my community. -l got no problem with that.

Five thousand hours of community service!

Five thousand hours?

Goodbye, and good riddance.

-Do we get paid for this? -l ain't doing no 5000 hours, man! l ain't doing no 5000 hours. Get off!

-l said, let go! HelI, no! -Five thousand--

Attica! Attica!

Get them out of here .

AIl right, lsh Kabibble. l'm sorry. l know. l know you sorry.

You know how l know?

Because you was sorry in kindergarten. . .

. . .you was sorry in elementary, and super sorry in junior high.

Would've been sorry in high school, but you never went. l went to high school. l just didn't graduate. l hate you.

Yeah? WeIl, l love you. lt could always be worse, RelI.

Worse? What could be worse?

Yo, RelI, you got to walk with me over here, man.

Don't Ieave me hanging like this.

-That's your problem. -Rell--

That's your problem.

Don't do it.

Yo, Blahka.

BIahk? Open up, Blahk. Hey, what's up?

My favorite buffalo soldier. Man, we heard you was in the region.

MyseIf and Durell. DureIl is gonna come over-- Durell? l'm done with criminaI activity .

Man, he ain't gonna come over right now, because he's preoccupied.

But listen, man, we was looking for you and searching high and Iow, baby.

Twenty-four hours was up 72 hours ago.

But you, l know, but-- What had happened was that--

Ten chairs. Twelve-hundred dollars apiece.

You do the maths.

Ticktock, gunshot.



-Who is it? -lt's me.

Me who? lt ain't nobody that pay biIls in here . Say your name.

Omunique, open the door.

You got a damn peephole.

What you want?

Not you. l came to walk my son to the bus stop.

Yo, move back.

-Now, where's my money? -l ain't giving you nothing.

-Oh, reaIly? -l gave you money Friday.

-What you do with it? -l bought gum.

Don't make me file these court papers, ReIl.

Don't make me do it.

Don't make me put the man in the middIe. l promise you l will.

Rethink it. Dig in them pockets and puIl out something.

That's what l thought.

-Might as welI be pimping. Here. -Give me. . . .

Forty doIlars? What l'm supposed to do with this?

What you always do with it. CompIain about it, then go spend it.

You know what? You come here every day with the same thing:

Nothing. He don't eat air.

WelI, Iearn how to cook.

We got bilIs up in this house.

Why don't you contribute, pay, do something?

Hey, Dad.

-Hey, man. -Hey.

Rell? Come say hello to your father.

Girl, don't play with me.

Hey, hey, hey . What's up, man?

-How you doing? -l'm doing good.

What's up with this hair? Look Iike a S .O .S . pad.

Tell your mama you want your hair done as good as she do her cIients.

And you tell your father he should either contribute to my business. . .

. . .or stay out of it.

Shit. l put in some work.

What up, little gangster?

Hey, hey, man. Watch your mouth around my son.

-Why you sweating? -lt's hot in here. l've been trying to say it's a little stuffy up in here.

Rell, go get your backpack for school. And comb your hair.

Hey, what are you doing?

Fixing your raggedy-ass thermostat before my son dies of heat stroke.

Anyway. . . . l'm thinking about moving down South to Atlanta with my grandmother.

You out your rabid-ass mind? You ain't taking my son nowhere.

What you say?

Listen, my lease is up on the shop.

The owner got somebody to pay a year in advance. . .

. . .so unless you got $1 7 ,342, l gotta go.

Why you can't do hair out your house like you been doing? l can't run an entire saIon out of my house, Durell. l got equipment, l got employees.

You got clients.

And l got goaIs.

DureIl, l was two styIists away from fiIling up my shop. l'm tired of struggIing. l'm tired of our son watching me struggIe. l don't want to take Rell away from you, but l gotta do what's best for him.

And l gotta do what's best for me.

What's best for him is to be with his father.


What about what's best for me? Or does that even matter to you, ever?

No, it don't.

Because you not my responsibility no more, he is.

Why are you always doing this to me? l'm not raising the next man's kid, l'm raising your son!

-Your son. -You keep your ass out of it, okay?

Stop disrespecting my cIients!

Sit there and worry about getting your hair burnt.

What you need to do is stand up there and burn a job out.

That's what you need.

-Stop. -l'll puIl a track out.

You ain't gonna pull out nothing. Not up in here, you ain't. l'm good.

Your client's disrespecting me.

Don't talk about her weave. That's her hair.

Listen, l'm asking you right--

Baby , hey.

Come give me a hug. You got your bags?

You gonna have a good day at school?

Give me a soul kiss?

-l love you. -Love you too.

You think he can fix the cable too?

No, why don't you fix the cable?

How you gonna ask another man to fix the cable?

He fixed the air.

OId boy up there, he don't be messing with you, do he?

No, he just sleeps all day , you know, since the cable stopped working.

Yeah. Man, your mama sure know how to pick them.

She picked you, l mean, you weren't so bad.

What you mean, l wasn't so bad? Don't be pushing on me, boy.

-You know l'm B-mo's finest? -Yes.

Am l B-mo's finest? All right, then. Let it be known. AIl right.

Okay, okay.

You ever finish that report on what you want to be when you grow up?

Yeah, l wanna be like LeBron James.

You and every other little kid in the 'hood.

Just in case that don't work. . .

. . .not saying it won't, but if it don't, you gotta have a plan B.

What's a plan B?

A plan B is like a backup plan if your original plan don't work.

Okay. So, what's your plan B?

My pIan B. . . .

My pIan B is. . .

. . .to make sure your peanut head get on the bus on time every morning.

That's my plan A and B.

Dad, you need a pIan C.

You need to get on that bus.

-Hey, Dad? -Yeah? l know what my plan B is.

-What? -lt's to be just like you.

l want you to promise me something.

Promise me you'Il be better than me.

-l want you to promise something too. -What?

PIease don't Iet Mom take me to Atlanta.


Oh, man, don't worry about that, man. Ain't nobody gonna take you nowhere.

AIl right, man. Go on and make your bus.

Yeah, come on, RelI!

Get your lazy ass up. Let's go to work!

Let's go, Rell, come on! Get the molasses out your ass!

Seventeen thousand, three hundred and forty-two dollars in a month?

Because she wants you to pay her bills?


And she know damn welI l can't leave the state.

By the time l see my son again, he gonna be graduated from high school.

There's always college.

You realIy don't care somebody's trying to kilI us?

Us? They're trying to kiIl you.

Now, this was your idea, remember? l don't even know these dudes.

You got your ass in it, you can get your ass out of it.

Matter of fact, alI l'm realIy worried about is getting 1 7 G's. . .

. . .so my son don't have to move to Atlanta.

You see that whoIe conversation there that came out of your mouth?


Yeah, that's me. Selfish.

Crenshaw. Crenshaw.


May l have three slices of Iemon. . .

. . .four packs of sugar and a talI gIass of ice water?

With no attitude.

So one lemonade?

WelI, Iet me rephrase it for you. . .

. . . l know you was in special ed and l'm gonna forgive you. . .

. . .but l wouId Iike three free sIices of lemon. . .

. . .four free packs of sugar and a talI gIass of free ice water.

And it's called baby hair because it's for babies.

You know what? l got some more baby hair, wanna see it?

You shouldn't have never messed with that girl.

DureIl, get down. lt's Blahka, man.

-lt's Blahka. -So? l know where we can get the money from.

-Who? -Mordecai.

He gives out loans at a massage shop in the west side of Baltimore. l can get the money l need and you can get the money you need.

Hi, how are you?

You speak my language. We're here to see Mordecai.

Our Swedish massages start at 49.50.

We need to talk to Mordecai, we trying to get a loan here.

So, what sort of massage wiIl it be?

Didn't you hear me?

Let me speak to you over here for a minute.

That's the code, man. Damn, relax.

We came here to get a loan.

And l'm getting a massage.

-Are you coming or not? -Not.

Let's go, baby.

You like Minnie Riperton? l love Minnie Riperton.

-Yo, LeeJohn? -l save that for special occasions.

Hey, LeeJohn?

Hey, yo, LeeJohn, we need to find Mordecai and get out of here.


Hey, man, let's go.

My name is LeeJohn Jackson, and l'm a Leo.

King of the jungle.

Do you wanna know my name? l just don't want to know your name, l want you to whisper it in my ear.


Bitches, heIp me! Shit.

That's a man, dog! LeeJohn! That's a man! l won't tell if you don't tell!

Don't bring your ass around here unIess you ready to borrow money!

PIaying with my emotions.

Hey, yo, about Iast night?

About the fact that you was enjoying that massage , by a man?

Hey, Durell, l was not enjoying no massage by no nasty--

Just because a man sings a slow jam while another man's massaging him. . .

. . .does not mean he was enjoying it.

-What does it mean? -l'm in Iove with Minnie Riperton.

That song touches a sensitive side of me. . .

. . .so l wanted to share it with other men.

Hey, man! Yo, homey! Yo, that couId be one of our chairs!

No, not today.

-We gonna get creamed-- -Not today.

That's our chair.

-Don't worry about that chair. -Blahka!

That's what you need to be worrying about. That right there.

Now let the church say amen.

Or a-woman.

Hey there, Beige.

That's what l'm talking about.

See, now, that's the reason why l sing.

Yo, LeeJohn, where you going? l'm gonna meet me a Mary MagdaIene!

-Get your ass out of the street. -Wait.

Man, you better get back over here.

LeeJohn! Yo, LeeJohn!

Wait for me.

DureIl, man, this is like Club Jesus.

And they got a open bar. Look at this.

VlP .

ln the cheap seats? Come on, man, this is the Rosa Parks section.

You remind me of my uncle, man, his name was Tom.

My knee.

Hey, y'all got Cheez Whiz? l don't know what goes on in church. l've never been.

You have a three-drink minimum? l'm getting tore up from the floor up.

These peopIe be feeling it.

The presence of the Lord. . .

. . .is here.

Hallelujah. l would like all of our visitors here in the church today to please stand.

-Right now. -Welcome.

-That's all right. -Welcome to the house of the Lord.

Y'all know, the first time, you're a visitor. . .

. . .the next time, you're famiIy .

Hallelujah. Welcome, sugar.

See, y'alI visiting today, so y'alI may not know here at First Hope. . .

. . .we don't beIieve in last hope, amen?

When you go for three months without paying your electric bilI.

And you hope they don't cut you off.

Say it now, preacher, say it! l'm taIking about you, Sister Baker.

You need to just slow down, baby.

Over the last year and a half, we've raised almost $230,000 .

-Say amen, church. -Yes!

Bingo. Yahtzee.

Which, as you know. . .

. . .we are considering using to build a new sanctuary. . .

. . .in a Iess. . . .

-Urban. -Congested neighborhood.

He's using big words now. Sanctuary. Congested. That means. . . .

-The ghetto. -Ghetto. Yeah.

Oh, no, sugar. Right here, right here. lt's aIl right, right here.

Ain't nothing wrong.

Oh, Lord, my husband's turning over in his grave.

Even if we don't move, even if we stay right here. . .

. . .we still need some more money . . .

. . .to help us with these costly repairs and improvements here in the church.

Like centraI air, for one thing.

So l'm caIling on you because we need your help.

Anybody in the church this morning who's got $1 00 hope. . .

. . .stand to your feet right now.

Don't stand up if you ain't got it.

-That's a lot of $1 00 hope up in here. -l'm getting them on camera phone.

Now, MaIachi 3 and Verse 8, it asks a simple question.

Will a man rob God?

Hundred dollar down to a penny with a hole in it. . .

. . .stand to your feet right now.

Now, l want you all to turn to your neighbor.

-Get some of these people-- -Look your neighbor in the eye. . .

. . .and say to him or her. . .

. . .the same thing that was said over a thousand years ago.

-Will a man. . . -Will a man. . .

-. . .rob God? -. . .rob God? l'm not robbing no church, man.

Would you--?

Ain't anybody talking about robbing no church. l'm taIking about robbing the people in the church.

Like they ain't never done nothing wrong. l remember one time, my foster mother took me into a street service. . .

. . .and they was giving out free food to people who was getting baptized.

And just because l wasn't getting baptized, l couldn't eat.

-And l couldn't swim. -Okay, get over it.

How many times you gonna telI this story?

A million more!

Get over it.

Look, that is God's money, and God do not want Blahka to kill us.

LeeJohn, l'm not robbing no damn church.

AIl right, don't rob the church.

But when DurelI Jr. is in Atlanta calIing some big, ugIy black dude "Daddy" . . .

. . .don't be mad at me.

Watch your mouth. My son ain't going nowhere. l'll come across this table on you, boy . lt ain't the first time you came across the table on me.

-Won't be the last time. -l'm telIing the truth.

Now you wanna explode in vioIence?


DureIl, l'm leaving next week.

Next week? What happened to next month?

Landlord said l have to have the money by next week. l don't have it.

Do you?

-No. -Of course you don't.

Now where you gonna get the money from?

Record your message after the tone.

Hey, Dad, it's me . You promised.

You promised that you won't let Mom take me to Atlanta.

I Iove you. g gotta go. Bye .

Everybody and their mother thought they was gonna win.

WelI, you tell Scott when l get his money l will give it to him.

Okay? He can't get what l ain't got.


l'm in.

Let me call you right back. l'll call you right back.

Look, now, aIl we got to do. . .

. . .is get to whoever got the money before they get to the bank.

No. We ain't letting the money get out.

We gonna get it while it's stiIl in there. Tonight.

That's what l was saying. We gonna go get the money tonight.

Before it walks out of there.

-Yes. -Through here.

l don't care about that goddamn pole, man. Let's go.

Wait, l see something.

Put that damn thing down. Let's go.

That scared the helI out of me.

Come on, man.

Come on, D .

D? Let's go, baby. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.

What the hell you doing? What the hell you doing?

-Why you got that in my face? -Just trying to. . . .

Man, you're so dumb sometimes.

Damn. l broke it.

DureIl, that's a sign, man. That's a omen, man.

Things happen for a reason, DurelI.

The universe is starting to speak to us.

We can go that way. l'm not cIimbing up there. l'm not Spider-Man.

-And l'm not scaIing no wall. -Who plan was this?

This was my pIan, but l ain't said nothing about scaling no wall.

No. No. No, Durell, no.

Ten wheelchairs, 1 200 apiece. You do the math.

Kiss my ass, ReIl.

Don't bust your ass.

Who the hell you looking for?

-l ain't see you. -l'm standing right here.

-l gotcha. -AlI right. You gotta stop tweaking.

Get it together. LeeJohn, get it together.

-Okay. -Come on.

Hurry up.

That's my knee.


-Hey, DureIl? -What?

-He keep looking at me. -Who?

White Jesus.

No matter where l go. . .

. . .the eyes go with me.

White Jesus!


What happened?

My grandmama done gave 31 G's to this church.

We should've robbed her ass.

-Hey, D? -What?

You think there's really a heIl?

Because l'm not a bad person. l just be in bad situations.

You know what it is? My foster mother used to beat me too much.

She used to come in and say:

"l'm gonna beat you tilI candy come out. l'm gonna beat you till--"

-What's this? -Pastor's study.

Lock that door.

-Yo, DurelI? -What?

They doing the same thing. Look at the eyes.

Don't worry about them pictures. l didn't kill the dream.


-Pot-jack. That's good work, homeboy. -For shizzle.

We ain't got time for that.

-Be careful. Don't blow us up. -Let's get this guap.

Man, you know that ain't no damn cherry bomb. Come on.

You know what you doing?

-lf you blow us up, boy, l'll-- -Hit the deck!

Get your head down.

Try it again.

-Do you know what you're doing? -l know what l'm doing.

Keep your mouth shut and you won't get shot!

-Oh, my-- -Open up that safe.

What safe?

-That safe. -Oh, man.

Still ain't open, man!

-AlI right, give me the combination. -l don't know--

-Don't get cute, Pink! -l don't know the combination!

You got the key, but you don't know the combination?

Don't Iie to me.

What are you doing?

Come here! Look, man. What the hell wrong with you?

You know this is your pIan? You remember?

Not to put a grown-ass man in time-out, it wasn't! l'm cIimbing out that window, and l'm jumping off that fire escape . . .

. . .and l'm gonna boogie-woogie my bIack ass out of here, right now!

No, you ain't. No, you--

-Who is that? -Don't know.

AIl right, Pink. You know what l got in my pocket?

AIl right, get over here. Open that door.

-Deacon? -Okay, okay.

Why is this door locked, Deacon? Oh, you have company.

Timmy, sit down over there.

WelI, no smoking in the church.

Sorry. l'm Doris McPherson, the church secretary. . .

. . .and this is my son, Timmy .

Timmy, stop all that jumping. Stop, stop.

And you are?

-Leonard. -Leonard.


You're both named Leonard?

Yeah, but we say it differently. lt's a family tradition that both the boy cousins is named Leonard. lnteresting.

The pastor would like you to come to the meeting. . .

. . .so that we can get started and leave early.

He'd aIso like you to bring the financial records, okay? All right.

Timmy, come on. Baby, come on.

Very nice meeting you, Leonard. Leonard.

PIease bring the records now, Deacon.

Who else is here?

-Everybody . -Everybody?

Get over here. Open that safe, right now!

Could you come now? Deacon?

-Let's leave right now! -Shut up. Open. lf l don't go, they're gonna keep coming back.

That's why we should be out of here. Let's take flight!

-Deacon? The pastor, he's waiting. -Come on, let's go.

Congregations move all the time, Tianna. lt's called progress.

No, Daddy, it's caIled profit. . .

. . .which is why the deacon is aIways trying to get us to move.

Don't do that. Let me tell you, you bIow that bugle one more time. . .

. . .you hear, Jesus himself gonna have to come . . .

. . .and get off the cross and save you, you hear me?

Come on, baby, just sit where you aIways sit.

-You find the deacon? -He's behind me. l told him to come, we been here all day, everybody tired.

Stop with the imaginary friends.

-Slow down. -Okay, relax. l'lI do whatever you say.

Here's what we gonna do.

You go in there and you answer whatever question they got. . .

. . .excuse yourself, and then we gonna ease on out.

They ask who we are, we here to fix the church, you got that?

Do you got this? Okay.

That is the most crackish idea ever.

What, more crackish than selIing wheelchairs? l don't know yet.

But they don't know us. They gonna know something's wrong.

The onIy way they gonna know something. . .

. . .is if you act like something is wrong, so don't.

Something is wrong!

-Oh, there he is. -Oh, well, Deacon.

How gracious of you to return.

Tianna, don't start now.

Everyone, this is Leonard. And this is. . . .

-Leonard. -So both of y'alI named Leonard? lt's a family tradition.

AIl of the first boy cousins are named Leonard.

Yeah, and they're doing some work on the church. . .

. . .so l'm gonna straighten them out and be right back. l hope you work on this air conditioning. lt's hotter than four sisters in a phone booth with G-strings on, that's hot.

Why wouId we do work on the old church? l mean, we're obviously just gonna move to a new church, right, Deacon?

That decision hasn't been made. Hold on. l thought the deacon had already made that decision for you.

And for me. Oh, weIl, and for aIl of us, actualIy.

Momma T, did you know that the deacon cast your vote?

-Were you aware? -You cast her vote?


You mean that you let him cast your vote and not cast mine?

Darling, l would never Iet anybody take our voices away .

Lord have mercy.

What is this about?

WelI, Momma T, that's not entirely true, l didn't do that.

The money that we raise. . .

. . .should be used to fund outreach programs in this community.

Yes, and a foster-care center would be nice.

A convalescent home, after-school programs.

The church should inspire the community.

What about folks that walk to church and can't afford transportation?

Maybe moving the church will inspire them to get a job. . .

. . .so that they can afford some transportation.

-Deacon. -l thought we hadn't decided. . .

. . .whether we were gonna move the church.

You know what? l thought the same thing, until l found these . . .

. . .on my daddy's desk.

Those are ideas, Pastor.

Just, you know, possibiIities in case we all voted to move the church. l'm trying to be prepared.

Arthur, is this true?

As l told my inquisitive daughter. . . .

-Nosy daughter. -Deacon.

Momma T, l haven't made any decision yet, okay?

That's why we're meeting here this evening.

Right, and l wanna participate but l have some--

Look, right there. He's planning to put an ATM right in the church.

--wilI be right back.

WelI, you can't do any business yet.

Why not, lady? We gotta go.

Because we haven't prayed yet, and we need to pray on this.

Lord have mercy.

Like my late husband used to aIways say:

"Man should always pray and not faint."

Luke's 1 8: 1 . l don't mean to disrespect your husband, Luke 1 8 and 1 . . .

. . .but is he gonna help us with this drywall?

Because l got to get these tools off the truck.

Oh, he's so funny, don't you think?

You gentlemen. . .

. . .wilI join us in a moment of prayer, won't you?

Everybody join hands. Take his hand, Timmy .


Precious Father. . . .

Precious Father we need you now We come to you this evening. . .

. . .thankful for yet another opportunity to join as one.

Thankful for you today, right now You said, where two are gathered in your name. . .

Matthew's 1 8:20.

. . .there you'd be.

Thank you, Jesus.

We ask today that you not only speak to our minds and our hearts. . . .

Or our walIets.

Lord, pray for all the parents that keep bringing their babies down here. . .

. . .to get baptized, without giving them a hot bath.

Last time, there was a ring around the pool, and Brother Bertware got gout.

But aIso to our purpose.

Yes, and speaking of that, please, everybody. . .

. . .please pray for Sister Cora.

Pray for her, she got her head stuck between the doors at WaIgreens.

She was trying to change the station. . .

. . .on her iPod her grandbabies bought her.

What a gift. What a gift.

We aIso seek your guidance today. . .

. . .so that we seek your will and not ours.

-Or the deacon's. -Or Tianna's.

AIl these things we ask. . . . ln Jesus' name-- Let's get to work. --amen.


AIl right, l gotta go. l love you. Gotta go home . lt's first Sunday. They not supposed to rehearse till second Sunday .

-Well, they can't rehearse tonight. -Why not?

Because it's just not a good night. l'll be right back. l'm gonna construct some construction that needs to be constructed.

Exactly what l was talking about.

Wait, Tianna, hold on. Why can't they--?

You're supposed to be singing from your diaphragm.

And you are singing from somewhere you have pain and anger.

We don't need that.

Why are you singling me out? l'm not singling you out, you are singling yourself out.

You can't be Deniece Williams, you can't be a black butterfly.

-Somebody got to be a moth or one-- -Rickey, excuse me.

--like a flying roach.

-Rickey. -You not supposed to.

-You supposed to be the-- -Excuse me.

-Yes, may l heIp you? -You can't meet here tonight.

RealIy? That's kind of interesting, because l am here tonight.

-Why l can't be here? -You can't meet. . .

. . .because we're meeting here.

You know what, is there a problem? ls this personal? l am the deacon here, and you need to--

The problem, Rickey, is that he's always trying to controI everything.

That's exactly what his problem is. Back to y'all.

One, two, three, four.

Excuse me!

Excuse me, man.

Excuse you? Don't nobody even know you.

Come on, let's sing. They Ietting strangers just waIk in.

-How you doing? -Good, thank you. Right, here we go.

-What's over there? -l'm about to do something.

-What you about to do? -Just go over there and sit.

Daddy, can l taIk to you in private?

Hey there, Leonard.

--replacement. He is the head deacon.

Everybody! Shut the hell up!

AIl that construction has poor Leonard on edge.

First of all, my name ain't Leonard.

-lt ain't? -No.

-You Leonard? -l'm still Leonard.

AIl right, Leonard.

Second of alI, we didn't come to repair this church.

We came to rob it. ls this some sort of a joke, sir? Nobody has time for this. l'm gonna need everybody . . . .

Who are these two clowns you brought in here?

You have to tell us what's going on.

-Where you going? Get off of me! -They won't shoot the baby.

DureIl, you better get down, somebody got a gun.

That's me with the gun, fool. Get up.

You got a gun? ln the church?

God gonna whip your ass!

Go lock alI the doors.

Now, we didn't come here to hurt nobody, but we will.

AIl we want is the money.

Take your two-ways, cell phones, beepers. . .

. . .anything you got that beep, buzz or get on my nerves. . .

. . .put it in the basket.

Drop it in the bucket. Save yourseIf a trip to the hospitaI.

Now, we gonna take this deacon to the back.

He gonna open up this safe and we gonna get out.

Simple and plain.

-Oh, my God! -What's wrong with him?

Get your ass back!

The heIl wrong with you?

You sure you wanna do that?

Look around you. You're not gonna get away with this. This is a church. l'm gonna get away with it, just like you been getting away with it.

Selling hope.

Take his ass to the back, he gonna open up this safe. . .

. . .and we gonna walk out that door.

And l'm gonna hope l don't have to pull this trigger.

l can tell you gonna be trouble.

We need to sit you down.

we've seen your faces, and that's not good.

But perhaps. . .

. . . l can somehow persuade the others to let the two of you just walk out. . .

. . .and we can pretend this never happened. But if l open this safe . . . .

Never mind.

-lt's gone. -Gone?

Who would steaI money from a church?

-What? -See, this is exactly why. . .

. . . l wanted to move the church out of this community.

To avoid this type of thing.

This has nothing to do with the community.

This has everything to do with these two fooIs here.

These two fools are the community .

Hold up. What's he talking about? Who you calling "fooI," chump?

The two fools waving a gun in a church.

Don't call the two Leonards "fools." l told you my name ain't Leonard.

-What is your name? -l'm LeeJohn and that's Durell.

Oh, LeeJohn.


You just toId them our real names.

Come back over here and sit down.

AIl right, one thing l do know, whoever stoIe that money. . .

. . .is stiIl up in here, right now.

Who's to say?

Was the safe broken into? No. ls the money missing? Yeah.

Yet everybody that got the combination is sitting right here. . .

. . .on the same night the money come up missing. Ain't that a coincidence?

Leonard? Leonard!

Leonard! You and your crazy logic!

Now, how you know they the only ones that know the combination?

Ain't nobody meeting on the money and how to spend it. . .

. . .unIess they know where it is. Simple.

We certainIy don't have it. None of us. We just got here.

You should point this at whoever's been here since the 1 :00 service.

Hanging around-- We certainIy wasn't in here. l was not gonna be in somebody's meeting sweating my perm out. . .

. . .long as it take me under some irons.

This is not even my church. l saw this on MySpace. l'm just not a good hostage in a--

Since nobody left the church, that mean the money is still here.

So one of y'all either got it or know where it is.

So we ain't Ieaving until we find it. Now is the time to start snitching.

You know something? lf you didn't have that gun, l'd come over--

Tianna. Hush. l wanna see Jesus too, but l don't wanna see him tonight.

Whose phone is that?

Who got a phone? Didn't l tell you to put it in the basket?

That's probably Jesse Jackson calling to free me.

That's your phone.

-Hey, man. -Hey, Dad.

My PSP just stopped working.

Handle this.

-Handle what? -Just sit there and hoId that.

What, that?

Why there aIways got to be a sidebar with you? Here .

-When's the last time you charged it? -Last night.

Try turning it over and just take the battery out.

Okay. wipe off the battery terminal. . .

. . .but not with your hand, okay?

AIl right.

lt's his son.

Try it again. lt's working.

l gotta go. l love you, Dad.

l love you too.

l'm sick of this bulIshit. l need to know where this money is right now!

PIease, have some respect for the house of the Lord. l gotta use the bathroom!

Okay, let these people finish robbing.

-l gotta use it now! -Shut him up.

Why don't you just Iet the boy go to the bathroom?

Just mind your own business.

You might as well let him pee because he's gonna pee regardless. l was watching him earlier.

He hadn't been drinking water, so it's probably ammonia.

You don't want that strong smell. l'm gonna take him to the house. . .

. . .and make sure he's hydrated and get juice in him. l'll bring him right back here.

And l'm gonna get Momma T, l saw what you had for breakfast. l know you probably bubbling.

LeeJohn, take that little boy to the bathroom. l'm not gonna let anybody take my Timmy to the bathroom.

WelI, then let him pee in your purse.

Sit down!

Okay, the double doors. The first door on the left.

Make sure you jiggle the handIe after you use it because it'll make noise.

Go ahead, Timmy, go on.

Why do l have to take him to the bathroom? l gotta figure out who got this money.

Why don't you take him and let me figure out who got the money?

Wait a minute, this is my idea.

Why do you always gotta give the orders?

-You wanna give orders now? -Please don't let him.

-l might. -AlI right.

We got church people heId hostage.

The money we came to steal? Somebody stoIe it.

They done seen our faces and because of you, they know our names.

LeeJohn and Durell.

See? So, what you suggest, huh?

You the smart one now.

And make sure you jiggle the handIe too.

Tuck your shirt in so l can take you back to your moms, man.

She ain't my mama!

What you mean, she ain't your moms?

This is my mom and this is me.

She said she's coming back to get me. Least, that's what she said.

Yeah, weIl. . .

. . .until she do, tuck your shirt in your pants.

Boy, nobody never teach you how to tuck your shirt in your pants?


You know, that's alI right. Nobody never taught me either.

But this how you do, you put the left in first.


WelI, l don't know. Who's doing the tucking?

Put your left in first. . .

. . .then you put your right in. Let me see you do it.


Yeah, that's it.

Why don't somebody tell them where the money is so we can go home?

You know, Leonard. . .

. . .maybe you should ask someone who wishes we didn't have the money. . .

. . .so we couldn't move the church.

Deacon, you out of line.

-You are way out of line. -Out of Iine?

Yeah, out of Iine.

-We need a safer environment. -You have never--

-This is the wrong time to be arguing. -Everybody just shut up! Shut up!

Y'all fuss and fight more than me and LeeJohn up in here.

-Who's that? -Mr. Wally.

He cIeans the church.

Make a move, l'll pop a cap in your ass.

You don't need to be scared. He ain't got that many bullets.

He'd need one of them ones where the bullets come all the way--

-He's legalIy blind. -He can't see.

-He's partially deaf. -He can't hear.

Then why y'all got this man cIeaning up?

He's free.

You don't need to clean the church tonight.

Hey, man? Not tonight.

-Come again? -Not tonight, man. lf l can't clean tonight, it throws my whoIe week off.

What about my Monday appointment? Can't do that till Tuesday.

What about my Tuesday appointment? Can't do that till Wednesday.

What about my Wednesday appointment?

Can't do that till Thursday. What about my. . .?

He's free.

--can't do that tilI Friday .

What about my Friday appointment? Can't do that till Saturday.

Yo, who was that?

That was the blind and deaf cIeaning man.

You was supposed to lock the doors. l did! l ran out of chain!

Okay. Here's what we gonna do.

A littIe one-on-one session.

See if l can jog some memories.

So you, big mouth.

-Got your big mouth. -Lay one hand on my daughter--

-l'll go first. -No, no, no. l'll go first. l'lI talk to him. l would go first, but first has aIready been taken twice.

-l will go first. -But, Pastor, Iisten--

-lt's fine, Deacon. -Daddy , you-- lt's fine. Honey, it's fine. lt's fine. The Bible says first will be last. l'm gonna be last first.

You can go first.

AIl right. l'm gonna take his ass up there and figure out where this is, okay?

You keep a eye on everybody. Anybody move, you know what to do.


-Take that. -Another gun?

Who are you? l'm teIling you, King, it's the mambo sauce.

That's the magic, my man.

-l hear you. l hear you. -l'm telIing you, boy .

Look at that. lt's a disgrace.

The church owns that building, right?

Yeah. lf they're not gonna take care of it, they should sell it.

why would I steal money from my own church?

We're here to find out.

Don't you got a Rolls-Royce?

-Bentley? Phantom? -Ford.

-You throw some D's on that bitch? -On a Ford? l love Momma T. l do.

You are talking about one of the sweetest, kindest. . .

. . .most gentIe women ever. But she'lI steaI.

At my age. . .

. . .the onIy thing l'm looking to steaI is time.

AIl the money in the world can't buy that. l love Sister Doris like--

Like she was my own sister.

But raising other peopIe's children is not cheap.

Kids is a necessary expense of life .

Every penny l get, l put on that boy's costumes.

Last Christmas, he was the Virgin Mary.

Thanksgiving, he was a drumstick. Easter, he had to play a egg.

Anytime you wanna pitch in and help, you are welcome. lt is not cheap.

But l don't steal from nobody. l love the deacon as. . . . lt's endless. Got such a dashing figure. Very articulate .

He's got to be getting some money .

Listen, l was brought here to help fill the safe, not empty it.

LittIe pink shirts. l know they cost. l think there's a lot of jealousy. . .

. . .about me and about what l've done for the church.

Tianna. We talk like girlfriends. Chitter-chatter.

AIways, always, "How are you?" "l'm good, how are you?" "l'm great."

She doesn't lie , but you can tell she's thinking it.

Okay, but why would l steal from my own father?

-Get your nails done. -l do my own nails.

-Get your car fixed. -l ride the train.

-Get your hair did. -l don't have any hair!

To keep this church from moving to the suburbs.


Shut it up!

PIease don't make me use this!

-Yo, DurelI? -Please help us!

-You're hurting my arm! -Everybody:

Be quiet!

Get up! Get in the basement.

Hurry up, Pink. Get up in there. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

LeeJohn, handle it.

Hey, Kirk Franklin, hoId up. l need to go with them--

-Boy, come on. You going with me. -Where we going?

You gonna be the lady of the house.

Hello, upstanding gentIemen of the law.

This church owns the buiIding across the street, right?


Are you aware there's some illegal activity taking place there?

Yes, my Lord l'm just the choir director. . .

. . .but l will teIl the pastor, who is the shepherd of our flock.

We are sheep and he shepherds us.

Don't be too late.

We saw some unsavory characters lurking around there.

When you say unsavory, you mean jaywalkers. . .

. . .or you mean like actuaI robbers and thieves and killers?

Which one? Like, how unsavory?

Murder unsavory, or just regular, run-of-the-mill unsavoriness?

Okay, well, you have a good evening, all right? Just be careful.

Okay, then. AlI right.

Y'all can make this a base camp at any. . . .

-They was stiIl talking to me. -Thought that was cute, huh? Let's go.

Did it look like he was winking at us?

He's the choir director.

AIl right, look.

Don't y'alI wanna go home? l ain't got time for this.

Now, y'aIl need to tell me what l need to know.

Don't y'alI wanna go--?

Don't y'alI wanna go home? Because l do.

So somebody need to telI me what l need to know.

Look, if we have to comb this church inch by inch. . . .

What now? lt's aIl this humidity, mixed with emotions and excitement.

Mixed with the fact that we're being heId hostage by gangbangers. . .

. . .in a church with no air.

Tianna, get me a wet towel for this child.

Wait a minute, where you going? l'm getting her a wet towel.

She needs some air!

She needs to Iose a few pounds. . .

. . .if she's gonna be landing on people like that.

-Rickey. -l'm just saying. . .

. . .that would help if people gotta catch her.

-Thank you. -Put it on the back of her neck, baby.

AIl the money you making on Sundays, why you can't get the air on?

The air conditioning works, it just don't work alI the time, that's all.

-Why doesn't somebody just fix it? -Fix what?

The air. Durell could fix anything.

Remember that time your aunt Cynthia's freezer broke. . .

. . .after she went shopping?

You came right over and fixed it. l don't remember. Matter of fact, it ain't even hot to me.

So we straight.

-What church are you in? -Rickey, sit down.

What? No, get your hands off of me.

-Sit down, man. -lt is hot as Satan's toenails in here.

Rickey? Are you all right?

Yes, l'm all right. Are you all right, Miss l-Just-Fainted? l'm just a little frustrated. l'm not scared no more. l'm not just gonna keep being scared!

Okay? So shoot me. Shoot me. Here l am, shoot me.

-Go ahead, shoot him. -Shoot him. Go ahead.

You'll probabIy reaIly shoot me.

Rickey, sit your butt down.

Would you make sure that l look good in my casket when l-- Lord!

-Shut up! -l'll scratch his eyes.

Just fix the a.c. , Durell.

-Y'alI get off of me! Get off of me! -Don't trip out on me right now.

Do anybody know where this air-conditioning unit is?

Hold up. Let me get that light.

Come on, give it up.

You're supposed to be fixing the air conditioner, not taking a tour. l know.

Let's go.

First, we got to Iook for this money in one more place.

As hard as it is to keep crime out of the streets, now it's in the church.

Why wouId y'alI steaI money from church?

Because to them, it's not a church. lt's a building on the corner next to a liquor store.

Where the neon wine-and-beer sign is brighter than the cross.

You know, if we separate the two like l've been wanting. . .

. . .maybe ours would shine brighter.

Brighter because we're brighter, Deacon?

Or brighter because we're separate?

l want the key to that cabinet right there. . .

. . .and l know you got it, so don't lie.

Were y'all trying to blow open the safe?

lt wasn't my idea.

You find it?

Do it look like l found it? Let's go.

What kind of name is LeeJohn, anyway?

When l was born, my mother had two boyfriends. Lee and John.

She ain't know who my real father was, so she named me LeeJohn.

Of course.

l don't think l would've told that.


You know. . .

. . .if that doesn't work, there's always Sho-Blo.

Yeah, weIl, maybe it'Il work if l can get-- lf l can get the light pointed straight.

Oh, yeah, the problem is the Iight. lt's my fault. l'm hungry. l'm hungry too.

When are you not hungry?

WelI, l have some leftover chicken, ham, potato salad, greens. . .

. . .and some peach cobbler from this afternoon's dinner. l couId fix something up if y'all would like to eat.

What about a 8-year-old boy who was hungry and didn't know how to swim?

Was scared to get baptized because he thought he was gonna drown?

-How come he couldn't eat, huh? -What?

ls that a yes or a no on the chicken?

How do you know how to fix air conditioners, anyway?

When you grow up in a house and everything around you is broke. . .

. . .that's what you do.

You fix things. Watch this.

Oh, my gosh.

Hit that light.

Don't wanna electrocute myself.

Wow, you know, this thing has never worked right. You're pretty good. l mean, you're obviously not good, but what you just did was good.

-You always so stank? -Only when l'm hungry.

And when l'm being heId hostage at gunpoint, l get a littIe a cranky.

Maybe l got a good reason. You ever think of that?

You mean Iike Robin Hood? Or, in your case , robbing the hood?

Take from the poor and give to the poor?

Trying to give something l never had.

-A felony record? -No, a father.

Do you have a tissue l can borrow? l seem to have left mine in the bucket. . .

. . .along with anything that would beep, buzz or get on your nerves.

My mother died when l was 6. You don't see me robbing a church.

Yeah, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do to get where you going.

Would that be jail?

Parenting from within the penal system, that would be brilliant.

That's not smart.

-You wouIdn't even understand. -And l don't want to.

What you care for anyway, church girl?

-l don't. -Good. Neither do l.

-Good. -Good.


G-double-O-D .

-Good. -Perfect.

Wait a minute.

-Thank you. -Oh, Sister Doris' chicken.

That's good.

l brought you some food. l know you hungry too. l don't have to get baptized, right? Because l can't swim.


-There you are. -Thank you. lt's good, ain't it?

Something about you remind me of my husband. l think it's your nose. He had a wide one just like you.

Oh, he was a beautiful man inside and out.

One of the best deacons this church ever had. No matter what they say.

He loved my cooking too.

You know, today was his birthday, and nobody remembered but me.

He's been gone, what, six years?

He loved the birthday parties l planned for him.

You like birthday parties, Leonard? l mean, LeeJohn?

-l don't know, l never had one. -You never had a birthday party?

When they took me to my foster home, they Iost my birth certificate. . .

. . .so nobody never knew when my birthday was.

l know when it is.

You do? When?


Give me your hand.

Happy birthday .

Come on, now. lt's aIl right.

lt's aIl right.

Yes, it is.

lt's aIl right.


The heIl you doing?

You hungry? lt's bIowing harder than it's ever bIown before. lt's a miracle. lt's air. The same air as before, just a little cooler.

A young man as good with his hands as you are. . .

. . .should have more options than robbing.

-l'm all out of options now. -That's not true, son.

Don't, that's not true.

You're only out of options when you stop looking for them.

-Durell? -Go back over there.

-l need to taIk to you. -l don't wanna talk to you right now.

Can l taIk to you for one minute? l don't wanna do this anymore. These peopIe ain't did nothing to us.

You came and got me from my grandmama house with this. . .

. . .and you don't wanna go through with it? Trying to punk out? l ain't no punk, man.

You ain't forgot you need this as bad as me? l'll think of something, and l don't know what it is.

But l know. . .

. . .it ain't gonna be this.

DureIl, not this.

Our jobs would be easier if people would just listen and go home.

Pastor knows they supposed to be out by 1 0. l don't know what y'aIl did, but l don't like it.

Now stop playing with me and just give me the money and we can leave.

For some reason, y'all think l won't use these. lt's simple! Just give up the money! l thought you were supposed to be cleaning. l told you, he's blind.

-Can't see, and he's deaf. -He can't hear. l've been cleaning this church for 30 years. Seen a lot of things. . .

. . .found a lot of things too.

Why y'all got this man cleaning?

-Because he's free. -But never nothing Iike this.


AIl right, get back! Sit back! Sit down.

-Look at all that money. -Yeah. lt's probably just the cleaning man, you know?

Or not.

We got a 1 0-31 in progress at the corner of Preston and Greenmount.

A perp with a gun. Request for immediate backup.

That's our money.

Son, that's God's money.

LeeJohn, let's roIl.


l think l'm gonna stay here with them, DurelI.

lt's your son, isn't it?

Tell him what you're doing.

You want him to hear it on the news? Or read about it in tomorrow's paper?

l get up every morning, and l take my son to schooI every morning.

He look at me, he don't see no thug.

He see a man, all right? l'm somebody to him.

So you did this for your son?

-Momma T. -Momma T.

You're doing this for yourself.

BIaming everybody but the one person responsible.

You're a coward.

Using foul language and shooting guns off in the church. . .

. . .you ought to be ashamed of yourself.

You deserve to lose your son. l'm not gonna lose my son!

lf this is what he sees in the morning when he looks at you. . .

. . .you've already lost him.

A perfect example of potential with no purpose . l know what my plan B is. lt's to be just like you.

We can't Iose any more sons.

l'm not losing my son.

Come on, LeeJohn, let's go.

-lndividuals and suspects in the-- -Close the door.

We want you to reIease the hostages.

Come out with your hands in the air.

DureIl, man!

We're going to jail!

We're not going to jail! Let me just think.

What are you taIking about? They got this whole place surrounded.

-We going to jail! -Calm down!

Pastor, isn't there something we can do?

Help the police put these criminals behind bars where they belong.

Deacon, l was talking to the pastor.

You heard Momma T.

They in here, waving and shooting guns, and we're not-- l haven't calIed your name all day! Don't talk to me, okay?

Quiet! l have an idea.

DureIl, come on, cut me out this chair, l'll show you.

Show me what?

Son, l'm gonna show you a better option.

Come on, son.

Pastor, they need to go to jail.

They got two guns in here. . .

. . .they're obviously gangbangers and thugs and hoodlums.

This doesn't make any sense. lt doesn't--

Pastor? Pastor.

-What? -You're doing the right thing.

What are you gonna do? You're putting your ministry in jeopardy.

Suspects inside the church! Come out with your hands in the air! l am gonna go outside. . .

. . .and teIl those policemen this was all just a big misunderstanding.

You're gonna go out there and lie?

Deacon, l'm gonna go and help. l'm gonna go out there, and l'm gonna tell them the truth.

That we were being held hostage by terrorists.

Or have we all forgotten that?

What about forgiveness, Deacon?

Or have you forgotten that?

Pastor, these. . . . l wasn't held hostage.

-Neither was l . -Me neither.

What's a hostage?

A hostage is what we were in that basement for four and a half hours. l'm gonna need therapy . l need Dr. Ph--

Okay, maybe not.

WelI, l was held hostage.

And when the policemen get in here, l'm gonna tell them exactly that!

Do whatever you want.

LeeJohn, Durell, y'all come on with me. Come on.

You can't be serious.

You're a man of God, and they're taking advantage of that! lf we turn them in, we can get a reward!

We can do something. We can do something to help. lf you're going, l'm coming too.

Hey, hey, hey .

Where y'aIl going? Sit down, sit down.

Everybody's doing they part. Sit down.

Our part is singing.

That's our part, what we do here in the church as a choir, sing.

We make things better, singing.

Suspects, your time is up, we are entering the building!

-Police! -Okay.

Don't shoot! We're up here!

There's a Iaundry chute behind these. lt's never been used, first time for everything.

Okay. Where does it go?

To the basement. And there's a door downstairs that'll get you out, l hope.

-The rest is up to you. -We gotta try.

Pastor, what are you doing? l'm getting the police.

Police! We're up here!

Let's go, guys, follow me.

Hey, you better give me those pistols.

Thanks, man.

You're doing the right thing. Don't worry.

Everything's gonna be okay. Just have faith.

Guess l'm supposed to go first, right? l know you smarter than that.

D , try not to break your neck. l didn't think you cared.

l'll try.

God bless you, son.

Bye, LeeJohn!

Goodbye, Timmy!

Okay, let's go. Go, go, go.

DureIl, don't leave me!

Come on, ReIl, don't leave me! Wait up!

Come on! Let's go! Let's go!

-Spiderwebs! Spiderwebs! -Go, go, go!

Come on!

Wait a minute.

Yo, hey, that's our chair! You ain't even crippled!


This way! Move!

Yo, hold up.

AIl right.

This way, this way .

Come on, come on, boy!

Wait up! Wait up, Rell!

-Rell! -Hurry up.

-Hurry up. -Freeze!

Back there, right there! Look!


You robbed a church?

Your Honor, Mr. Judge, it wasn't like that.

We wasn't trying to rob. We was gonna rebuiId.

We was gonna refurbish it and everything. We--

AIlegedly robbed a church, Your Honor.

Your Honor, l haven't been to church in a while-- l apologize.

--but the last l checked, the HoIy Ghost doesn't hold people hostage. . .

. . .and the pastor isn't packing.

-lf it pleases the court-- -l object to trying to please the court.

Lewis, when are you going to get a Iife--?

You commit a crime, you have to do the time.

Can l speak? Your Honor, can l speak?

Can l speak for myself?

-No objection to that, Your Honor. -Why not?

-l don't wanna go back to ja-- -Let me just say this.

-We're in bad enough shape as it is. -Okay, thank you. Just sit down.

Judge Galloway, how many times have you seen me in this courtroom?

And how many times have you said the same thing you saying today?

And here l am again.

Man, my whoIe Iife l done made bad decisions.

Like the one you're making now?

And my whole life, l done blamed everybody. . .

. . .but the person that's responsible for those decisions.

That's me.

So it was my idea to go up in that church. l want to apologize--

Wait, that was my idea. We was sitting in Cookie's that night and l--

Sit your ass down!

Now, Your Honor, can we pIease get back to the facts? l have a witness that'll testify that the defendants not only had firearms. . .

. . .but they used them to hoId members of the church hostage.

And they almost stole $64 ,000 .

WelI, on first Sunday , you wrote down that we took in $34 ,000 .

-Young lady , you'll have to sit down. -But, Your Honor, l have proof.

Bailiff, escort the young woman to the witness stand.

Go on up there, talk to him.

Wait, what is that? What is that?

Thieves in the temple.

She's falsifying pieces of paper. l don't know what that is, Pastor.

ln the report on first Sunday. . .

. . .the deacon wrote down that we only took in $34 ,000.

-Pastor. . . . -He just said. . .

. . .that they almost stole $64,000 .

-l did? -Oh, now there's a discrepancy.

-Why is she doing this to me? -You see right here?

Why are you doing this? l'm not the one on trial.

-ls there anything else? -No. No, there isn't.

-Deacon. . . -What's going on, Deacon?

. . .exactIy how much money was raised on the first Sunday?

WelI, l object, Your Honor.

-No, l object. -Well, everybody objects.

Answer the damn question.

Look, the deacon is not on trial here. However, these two miscreants are.

Miscreants? We are African-American.

They held members of the church hostage!

These are criminaIs of the first order. Period.

The counsel wiIl sit down.

And the deacon will answer the question.

-The court is waiting. -Yeah, answer the question.

WelI, Your Honor. . . . lf l may, Your Honor. . .

. . .like you, l handle lots of paperwork each and every day .

And if an error was made. . .

. . .in my haste, l must've mistakenly entered a three instead of a six.

l have never known the deacon to make a mistake.

RidicuIous. People make mistakes alI the time.

You mistakenly got caught. That's what happened.

-Are you stealing the money? -Of course not. l'm not angry. lf you did it, just say you did it. l came here to improve the church. l didn't steaI the money. l did not steal the money. l wasn't stealing money.

Look, Pastor. . .

. . . l'm investing it.

He's an investor now. ls he a stockbroker or a deacon?

Order, order! Order in the court! lnvested it where? ln an escrow account for a piece of land l wanted the church to purchase.

Who? She don't go to this church.

We aren't affecting the community, the community is affecting us! l'm not infected. l have papers to prove l'm not infected. lt's them! These two right here! They're the problem!

Order, l said! Order in this court! l've had enough.

-Your Honor, let me finish. -Sit down!

-Sit down! -Tough decisions have to be made!

-Sit down. -Sit down.

-Sit down. -You're lying again.


You have a witness to testify that the defendants. . .

. . .heId members of the church hostage with firearms. . .

. . .while attempting to steal from Sunday's offering?

Look, Your Honor--

Actually , Your Honor. . .

. . .we have a lot of witnesses here. . .

. . .that are wiIling to testify to a lot of things, like embezzlement.

-EmbezzIement? -Misappropriation of funds?

Falsifying documents!

Not to mention wearing a Easter suit with a Halloween shirt-and-tie set.

Now, that is not true! l will not have this man denigrating my wardrobe in open court!

Your Honor, can l just. . .?

Let me just get a second here, and l appreciate it, Your Honor.

We need to have a word.

Listen, l just need you to go up there and teIl him what is going on!

Can you please have a seat?

You have a degree , don't you? Use it!

-Counselor? -Yes?

Do you have a witness or not?

Your Honor, if l may? lt was a very long day, and we had three services. . .

. . .normaIly, it's two, and it was. . .

. . .late. . .

-. . .and hot and dark. -And no.

No, Your Honor, we have no more witnesses.

Your Honor, if it pleases the court. . .

. . . l wouId Iike to motion that the case against Durell Douglas Washington. . .

. . .and LeeJohn James Jacob Jackson. . .

. . .be dismissed due to lack of evidence and witnesses.

Yes, and because they didn't do it.

Motion granted, case dismissed.

This is a travesty!

Praise the Lord.

Pastor! Pastor!

Oh, yeah!

l'm just trying to get--

Ten chairs, $1 200 apiece.

Check it out. You stole them wheelchairs. . .

. . .and then somebody stoIe them from us.

So the way l look at that, l think we even.

My baby mama might have took my son away from me today.

And if y'all gonna kill us over some chairs, then go ahead.

But kill him first because it was his dumb-ass idea.

We stiIl have business.

Go get your son, man.

-Ticktock, gunshot. -Leave me.



Where did you get it, huh? Where?

What is this? l don't know what this is.

Rell and l were leaving for the train station when l hear a knock. l open it, nobody's there, just this bag. . .

. . .filled with $1 7 ,342 exactly!

You stole it, didn't you? Did you steal this? l know where it came from, but l did not steal it! lf l told you, you wouldn't even believe me. l wouldn't even believe me.

Look. Now, somebody gave me this money.

But since we got it, l need to know something.

You staying or you going?

-That's not fair. -You got enough money.

You got what you need. What you gonna do?

You gonna take my son away from me?

And move to Atlanta?

Don't take my son from me. Okay? That's alI l got.

AIl right, you wanna break me now? He's all l got. l ain't got nothing else. l'll do whatever l can. l'll come around more.

Whatever you need from me, l can do that.

-l'm a different man now. -What's different? l'm different. l'm changed.

You gonna stay?

What you gonna do?


We're gonna stay .

Thank you.

l told you. Didn't l tell you? Didn't l tell you?

-Yes. -Ain't nobody gonna take you from me.

Nobody. l love you.

Thank you.

lt was no mistake how those two boys landed in our church.

They weren't all bad, just 1 80 degrees from good.

They just needed a change in direction. ..

. . .and that's what we all need sometimes.

I figure. . .

. . .if God can give these two boys a second chance . . .

. . .then why can't we?

Why can't we?