(ON RADIO) Fresh on, all you cats, it's Brother Lovebutter.
Today I'm weeping.
I weep at a life lost too young.
As we say goodbye, let's hope the soul of our beloved
makes it to the royal high heaven.
We love you, little sister.
(WILD IN THE S TREE TS PLAYl NG)
In the heat of the summer Better call up a plumber
To turn on the steam pump to cool me off
With your newspaper writers
And your big crime fighters
Somebody's going to hell for this. They threw a 9-year-old girl off the roof.
Nine!
-Her name is Keisha Davies. -Lowlife even tore her dress, boss.
Someone who kills a kid...
Someone who kills a kid needs killing.
(SINGING) The sandman's coming from a distant star
His silver ship has taken him far
I know this girl.
You might've bought lemonade from her. She had a stand sometimes.
It wasn't really good. It was tart. But she was so sweet.
I actually met Keisha riding her bike.
She helped me with something important.
RAY: I got the bull's-eye on the suspect.
It's a scuzzball briar-breaker named Angel Ramirez. Puerto Rican.
Now, two witnesses hanging laundry on the opposite roof,
they saw Angel toss Keisha off.
And that just turns the situation from bedlam into mayhem.
What do you mean?
GENE: A Puerto Rican throws a black girl off a roof?
I don't know how it is in Hyde, but here, PRs and blacks,
there's an ongoing hostility.
This would be like my sister-in-law eating a cheesecake.
Gonna get real ugly, real fast.
-We got any leads on Angel? -Yeah, Chris is bringing him in.
I'm jealous of him. He gets to play boot-and-rally on the dirtbag.
Who is this Angel Ramirez?
He was the building super. He did two years for assault.
Apparently, Keisha used to watch him fixing the windows, mopping the floors.
The neighbors said Angel used to call Keisha his assistant mop supervisor.
Boss, Chris ran into a snag trying to pick up Angel.
Sam, Ray, go.
(SINGING) Running wild in the streets
Wild in the streets
I chased him into the church, but Father Tim here won't let me in.
You wear a badge, Chris. A badge overrides cloth.
Father, Angel Ramirez is a suspect in a murder, okay?
We need to take him into custody.
Ray, who is this clown? Does he know I used to box?
Father Tim, Sam Tyler. He's new.
Hello, Sam Tyler. Words like "need" aren't used with priests.
Father, Angel Ramirez chucked a little girl off a roof.
Now the last thing he deserves is mercy. Kill my dog, I'll slay your cat.
Now that has a biblical charm even you pinguinis can appreciate. Come on.
Look, if he's innocent, then he's got nothing to worry about.
If he's guilty, then he should make peace with your God.
My God? Not yours?
No, not for a long time.
Give us Angel, we'll do our best.
Be fair with him.
Be fair, or I'll hit you with so many rights, you'll beg me for the left.
Wow, this guy's pretty mouthy for a priest.
You should hear the nuns.
SAM: Come on.
Looky here.
I'll bet you dinner at Chez Louis this matches the dress
that little Keisha Davies was wearing.
ANGEL: No, you don't understand what happened.
RAY: You don't understand. You have 32 teeth.
-You want to try for none? -ANGEL: Please, listen to me.
RAY: Shut your mouth now! ANGEL: You don't understand, Officer.
FATHER TlM: Be fair! RAY: I understand you killed a man.
A man's soul is at stake here. Maybe two if you judge him.
If it wasn't for Father Tim, I would kick your ass so many times
you'd think I was tap-dancing on your back pocket.
(CLANKlNG)
(SAM GRUNTS)
(WILD IN THE STREETS PLAYlNG)
Fresh on, all you cats, Brother Lovebutter here,
in your ear with an emergency bulletin. The phone lines are lighting up.
The word from you people on the street
is that the police have lost Angel.
And since Angel's spread his wings, if you can hear me, Angel,
you can hear the people talking. This city will burn until it finds you.
My name is Sam Tyler.
I was in an accident and I woke up in 1 973.
I don 't know how or why I'm here,
but whatever's happened, it's like I've landed on a different planet.
Now, maybe if I can work out the reason, I can get home.
L O VEB UTTER: The death of our sister Keisha Davies
has sparked a citywide protest in our community. And now...
The I ieutenant is emptying out all the cells of the drunks and vagrants,
making room for all the heads
that are gonna be busted after this morning's fiasco.
Yeah, well, pipe-bombing a police car will do that.
You know, it's a miracle you're alive.
Never been one to believe in miracles. I should be dead.
Maybe you're already dead and you just don't know it.
That would explain a lot.
GENE: Listen up! ANNlE: Sam?
The title of this speech is, "Nobody Pearl Harbor's the 1 -2-5."
I want every schmo, nitwit, dirtbag, snitch in our precinct
with their wax-filled ears on the street
Iooking to tell us who threw this cheap shot at us.
Excuse me, but what about finding Angel Ramirez,
preventing retaliation by the...
By the blacks and stopping a citywide race war?
A pigtailed little girl is on a slab downtown.
This war's already started.
BELLOW: I know who bombed your car.
GENE: Who said that?
-I know who pipe-bombed your car. -Who are you?
-Gun! -ALL: Hold it right there!
-Put your hands up! -COP: Hold it right there!
(BELLOW LAUGHS)
Hey, he's on the job. It's okay.
(GASPS)
I know him. That's Clams.
ANNlE: Clams?
-It's a nickname. -ANNlE: I would hope so.
Tin's in the left breast.
I think he's a detective now. I mean then. I mean here. I mean now.
Detective Fletcher Bellow, 8-6 in the Bronx.
My mistake. Hard to tell you guys apart.
(BELLOW SNlCKERS)
He's so young.
Fletcher was my mentor, rabbi, priest and captain, all rolled into one.
Whenever I needed help, boom, he was there.
These are the two mutts responsible for fire-bombing your car.
-They bragged to my number one stool. -RAY: Johnny-on-the-spot.
All he needs to do to make an arrest is stop by a family reunion.
(ALL LAUGHlNG)
Ray, show our guests to the executive suite.
With pleasure.
You like jokes, huh? I got one.
How did we know Jesus was black?
'Cause he used his hair pick for a fork.
(ALL LAUGHlNG)
He's close. He called everybody "brother," he liked gospel
and even he couldn't get a fair trial.
OFFlCER 1 : All right, man.
Hey, Lieutenant, they bombed your car, but I don't know if they have Angel.
I haven't had a chance to squeeze them.
Do you mind if I take a shot at them? I know these guys.
T ake your shot. Let's go.
Hey. How you doing?
-It's good to see you. -Yeah, it's good to see you, too, man.
Maybe later we make s'mores, sing a little Kumbaya?
Now if things need to get rough,
can you bypass your brother-brother cultural ties?
If things need to get rough, I will beat them black and blue. Or just blue.
"Small But Strong" is the credo of the BLA.
-What's the BLA? -Black Liberation Army.
Think Panthers with less of a conscience.
Does the BLA currently have Angel?
(BANG)
Now these two randys do know something.
(GENE SNlFFlNG)
The nose knows.
I got a pair of pliers and a hammer in my desk.
I play the handyman. You play the busted radiator.
Banana got away from us before we could nab him.
So the bombing this morning was the BLA's revenge for Keisha's murder?
It ain't right, killing a kid.
The brothers want that sneakin' Rican dead.
There's a price on his head.
(KNOCKlNG AT DOOR)
Detective Bellows, there's somebody here to see you.
-Who is it? -Her name is Denise Watkins.
Who is Denise Watkins?
Denise Watkins?
(SAM LAUGHS)
-Where is she? -Who is Denise Watkins?
Not in my wildest dreams have I ever been so...
Not angry, not annoyed, but mortifyingly peeved
at the level of police intimidation tactics against two young black men
picked up off the street from word-of-mouth rumors.
-Actually... -And you,
a black man working as a cop, not looking out for his own.
You are a little, little man
who has no sense of his people, culture, pride or justice.
Now are you gonna let me speak to my clients or what?
Yeah. Yes. Just give us a minute.
Have a seat, please.
The ancient Greeks have a phrase for a woman like that.
-Run? -Hubba-hubba. She's perfect.
Legs you could climb like a tree.
You know, you and her are gonna someday...
I mean, everybody likes legs. Why wouldn't you like legs, right?
You are one bizarre bird, man. One bizarre bird.
(REPORTER TALKING ON TV)
SAM: What's going on?
We're getting our ducks in a row for the Angel Ramirez manhunt.
The option has been given. Draw first.
-lf he's armed and goes for it, yeah. -Yeah, right.
Reports are rolling in. Riots all over the city.
Black versus Puerto Rican, Puerto Rican versus black,
all because of this rat-turd murderer, okay?
What, you think the world's gonna mourn one less child-killer?
Let me check something. Nope, no black robe.
You know why? 'Cause police don't judge,
at least where I'm from, they don't. Boss?
You are so naive, Tyler, it's a miracle you're still alive.
Angel Ramirez had a piece of her torn dress in his pocket.
That means he was messing with her. Inappropriate behavior, right?
Yes, but it sounds like we're trying to justify assassination here.
It's not assassination. It's an option.
Nobody hurts little girls in my kingdom, and it is my kingdom.
Huntlandia, home of the blueberry crepe,
where little kids are off-limits.
OFFlCER 1 : This is justice.
OFFlCER 2: He's gotta see the daylight...
Chris. Hey, you, too?
She's nine years old, Sam.
She had a little hair clip with a butterfly on it.
My kid sister Janet, she has the same clip.
Your boys are really gonna make a mess of things.
Not if we find Angel first.
If you mean "we" as in you and me, big old no.
-Big old yes. -No.
Death squad on one side and possied-up lawmen on the other?
The last place for anybody to be is between the BLA, Angel and the police.
Well, too bad there's a big city full of people out there.
Angel has to be found now, but I can't do it alone.
Come on. You never used to be afraid of getting your hands dirty.
-Come on. -Fine!
Awesome. Come here.
-No. No. -No?
LOVEBUTTER ON RADIO: Protests all over the city
have turned to almost full-blown riots
as New York's black community has taken to the streets in response
to the tragic death of our 9-year-old sister Keisha Davies.
The manhunt for that devil...
It's a beautifu I ch u rch.
It's I i ke you've died and gone to heaven.
I bet you' re not here for the two-for-one on novenas.
-Where can we find Angel Ramirez? -How does telling you help me?
Good graces, blessings.
Look, people are trying to kill Angel. We're trying to save his life.
My levee's filled with points in divinity.
-So what do you want, Padre? -Something from you, cream puff.
T ell me why you left the faith. I'll tell you where Angel's hiding.
-What do you care why I left? -Comes with the funny outfit.
(SAM LAUGHS)
All right. Fine.
Cliff Notes version,
my father left us on my fourth birthday. I never said goodbye.
I prayed every night for one more chance to see him one last time,
and I got zero from your guy.
-End of story. Where's Angel Ramirez? -No idea. I lied.
I do know he was seeing someone.
-Yeah? You got a name? -He was very secretive about it.
Very secretive, like she was a 9-year-old girl?
I have faith in this man that is not the situation.
Angel Ramirez did not touch that child.
Noted. But you did lie to me, Father,
and that's a violation of the Eighth Commandment.
Ninth. Do you think it's a coincidence that you're looking for an angel now?
God wants you back on the team.
LOVEBUTTER ON RADIO : Today brothers attacked
three Puerto Rican men on a train,
and the violence will not stop until...
He's talking about Angel.
Y eah, it' ll be a miracle if we find Angel first.
Why is everyone talking about miracles today?
LO VEBUTTER: The protests have turned to...
You know, we have something in common, us two,
-besides a general handsomeness. -Oh, yeah?
(BELLOW LAUGHS)
Well, my pops left when I was 1 0.
After that, I acted out and got into all sorts of trouble.
Joining up with the long arm straightened me out.
What made you join?
I was arrested for breaking into a candy store on a dare when I was 1 7,
and the cop who busted me was this detective. Black dude.
He took an interest. He taught me right from wrong,
and ever since, he was always there for me.
In fact, this guy was the reason I joined the force.
Ever get to work a case with him?
Yeah. I did.
-And how was that? -lt was great.
It was like playing baseball with your father when you're both at the age
where you play as equals.
-I guess, if you had a father, anyway. -Sounds like you did.
Sounds like he was a better father than your old man.
Yeah. He was. Is.
LOVEBUTTER ON RADIO : Fresh on, all you cats. This is a red alert.
Angel Ramirez has been spotted squatting in an alley
on A and 5th behind Papa Pete 's Launderama.
(TlRES SCREECHlNG)
I know your face. Spare a quarter?
(HEART MONlTOR BEEPlNG)
(HEART BEATlNG)
Sam! Come on.
-Angel? -Angel?
(PLASTlC RUSTLlNG)
(CAN CLANKlNG)
SAM: Angel?
All right, stop.
-We're police officers. -SUEDE: We know.
Why do you think we put out that false Angel sighting over the airwaves?
Consider yourselves prisoners of the BLA.
Brother Lovebutter here.
I'm angry about Keisha 's death, and I know you're angry, too.
So what are we gonna do about it?
Dig this. Since we brothers are having difficulty locating Angel,
I think we let the police arrest Angel, then trade your lives for his.
Well, you're better off trading us for a color TV.
'Cause odds are, the police are gonna kill Angel themselves.
If they do, odds are we have no reason to keep you alive.
(SINGING) Woke up this morning looking for some cigs
Rolled with my black posse find us two real pigs
(BLA SOLDlERS LAUGHlNG)
That was pretty cool.
-What you know about cool? -Well...
There's no Seals & Crofts here, no Three Dog Night, only rhyming.
-Freestyling. -Look at you, inventing words.
"Freestyle." You think you can freestyle?
Not even after a bottle of tequila.
-I want to hear you, cop. -No, I really think you don't.
How about this? Start rhyming or blue-blood brother gets a third nostril.
You better rhyme your ass off, Sam.
-I can't. -Sam, rhyme.
(GUN COCKlNG)
(RAPPING) All right now, stop!
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with his brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop, yo?
I don't know.
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up the stage and wax a chump like a candle
Ice, ice, baby, too cold, too cold
(S U E DE LAUG HS)
Th is fuzz has sou l!
Don't know what you call that, man, but that was urgent.
-That's how I roll. -DENlSE : Suede!
Kidnapping police? Are you insane?
We were gonna release them, more or less.
Release them now. He would like to meet them.
This is BLA business. He's not a part of it.
He is a part of everything that goes on, and you know that, Suede.
They're all yours.
So where are we going, and who's "he"?
We are going down the hall, and he is funky.
Funky, okay. Thanks for clarifying.
-Okay. T alk to her. Do your thing. -What? Right now?
-Mmm-hmm. -We have bigger bones to roll.
T omorrow is promised to no man. Trust me.
-No. -Trust me. Go.
-Excuse me. -What do you want, little man?
-Clams. -Clams?
That's right. Joe's in Sheepshead Bay has these really big clams,
and I would really like for us to go there together.
You asking me out? Now?
Yeah, I suppose so.
Man, you are one brother with an inappropriate sense of smooth.
The only black cop in my life is Shaft.
I just saved your black ass. T ake that as my goodwill for the week.
Clams? Real smooth, Clams.
Remember how I said "funky"?
Who's funkier than Brother Lovebutter?
Fresh on.
(COME ON AND GET IT PLAYlNG)
-You're Brother Lovebutter? -ln the funkified flesh.
But your voice...
Brother's a sister?
You must have been the brightest child in your class.
Let me lay it on you like this.
It's a lot easier to get my point across when I sound like this
than when I sound like this. Now can you dig that?
Yeah, we dig it.
Listen, I wasn't privy to the brothers snatching you all up.
I just broadcast the update.
But that being said, I can understand the frustration.
People want justice for Keisha's death.
But you're talking about allowing another murder.
I'm talking about justice and peace in our metropolis.
The BLA has it right. Blood for blood works.
How sharp the serpent's tooth
determines how deep the venom spreads.
All right. And I can't believe I'm gonna say this,
but only God should decide who lives and who dies.
So you gotta stop transmitting these messages
of Angel's whereabouts to the BLA, and let the police do their job.
Arresting Angel does not quell my people's pain.
Okay. Say this goes down your way.
The BLA does Angel street justice.
They're all still going to jail for it.
So is everyone else who helped them along the way, including you.
Mmm-hmm.
Now you're broadcasting on my frequency.
There you go.
I will give you 24 hours of radio silence.
-Okay. There's one more thing. -What is it, dark fury?
If I'm Angel, I'm keeping tabs on what's being said about me.
-Do you think Angel's listening? -Everyone is listening.
Fresh way on, all you cats.
I've another Brother Lovebutter exclusive.
Right now we have, for the first and last time,
in studio, a white honky pig.
Now he's partnered with a brother, so he can't be all bad news.
Here we go.
(SAM EXHALES)
Okay. Fresh on, all you...
Um...
Hi, just want to reach out to Angel Ramirez.
Angel, if you can hear me, this is Detective Sam Tyler.
-And Fletcher Bellow. -Okay. And we know you're scared,
but we want you to turn yourself in before it's too late.
Your life is in danger, but we will help you get through this.
-You have my word. -LOVEBUTTER: Well, you heard it.
Sam, Sam the traffic jam and his main man, mellow Bellow,
calling all angels. What say you?
(TELEPHONE RlNGS)
(SWlTCHBOARD CLlCKlNG)
Who's that knocking on my door? I said, who is that knocking at my door?
This is Angel.
Angel, listen. Listen to me.
You have to turn yourself in, okay?
The city's marshaled against you, and there is no escaping.
ANGEL: I have a story to tell.
I prayed that God would send me someone who would listen.
No. I'll listen.
I was up on the roof painting.
And now we got a guy on Line 3. Says he's a cop.
Don't, don't, don't, don't.
Who's that knocking on my door?
Lt. Hunt, with a song request for DJ Sammy numb-nuts.
It's called, Stop acting like a sissy Mary and find out this punk's location,
-by the group Two Dumb Cops. -Hang up! Hang up!
Hang up!
Angel, are you still there?
(TELEPHONE BUZZlNG)
Angel hung up.
Damn it.
Now here's something to rattle your mama's cage.
(HE KEEPS YOU PLAYlNG)
-So where do you think Angel was? -SAM: Port Authority.
The sound in the background was a bus parking.
So I have your word, radio silence, right?
There's a vigil for Keisha tonight that needs proper promoting.
But if you miss Angel,
I'm gonna put the brothers back out on the hunt.
MAN ON PA: Bus service to LaGuardia Airport
departing from Platform 33.
I see we're not the only ones smart enough
to recognize the sound of a bus when it farts.
Jacket.
(MART A GASPS)
-Where's Angel Ramirez? -He left 1 0 minutes ago.
All right. Comfy-cozy?
Do you want a glass of milk? High in calcium and niacin.
ANNlE: How about another pillow? CHRlS: Another sandwich?
Marta, we need to know where Angel's hiding.
Look, I know it's your instinct right now to protect your boyfriend,
but there are people out there who want to kill him.
The only way right now to save his life
is by helping us bring him in, okay? Will you help us?
You eating for two or 200?
(SAM SlGHS)
Ma'am, I grew up without really knowing my father.
Big surprise.
So did he.
Is that what you want for your child?
Angel was supposed to meet you in Michigan, wasn't he?
-I have your promise he'll be safe? -Yeah, absolutely.
Keisha's candlelight vigil. He wanted to pay his respects.
Don't condemn him before you walk in his shoes.
I don't believe he hurt that girl.
I'm sorry, kid, but people saw him do it.
(SAM CLEARS THROAT)
You know what you're having?
Sam, there's no way to tell the sex of a baby before it's born.
Actually, I do know what I'm having.
I'm having an angel.
(ANYWHERE IN GLORY PLAYlNG)
Excuse me.
Any chance they're bringing pound cake and feelings of joy?
BELLOW: Now the question is,
where's Gene, Ray and the rest of your animal kingdom?
WOMAN 1: We're gonna miss you, Sam.
MAN 1: God bless you, Sammy.
MAN 2: So long, Sam. You're a good cop.
WOMAN 2: Miss you, Sam.
MAN 3: You were a good man and a good cop.
MAN 4 : I know you're in a better place, Sam.
(HEART MONlTOR BEEPlNG)
WOMAN 3: Goodbye, Sam. MAN 5: Hey, Sam, God bless you, man.
(MONlTOR FLATLlNES)
Angel's not gonna show up with all these folks wanting him dead.
He just ain't safe here.
MAN 6: Look! It's Angel!
POLICEMAN ON SPEAKER: Everyone, stand back!
Stand back, or we will arrest.
Move back! Move back immediately!
RAY: We'll get you, spider monkey.
Your girl's six months pregnant. She's on the run.
Why risk getting caught to come here?
I mean, what kind of jackass murderer does that?
An innocent one.
-Holster your weapon, Lieutenant. -You're pointing a gun at me?
At me? Have you died and gone to moron heaven?
I can't let you do this, boss.
Tyler, get your gun off the Lieut right now.
Not until I know he's not gonna kill Angel.
Gene, please. Even if there's a small chance he's innocent,
don't you want to hear his story?
It ain't my bedtime, and I'm not interested in fairytales.
I am.
Tyler, I'm saying this with all the love in the world.
Get off the roof now.
Angel, you got something to say,
I suggest you say it now before someone gets hurt.
I was up here painting. Keisha was with me.
She seemed happier than usual.
She caught a butterfly in the park. It was...
It was really beautiful, you know?
She held it in her hand like it was this magical thing.
And then, like, a gust of wind blew in. Her butterfly flew away.
She chased it across the roof.
She almost caught it a bunch of times but just couldn't.
And then she got close to the ledge, and l...
I realized she didn't see where she was going.
I yelled, "Keisha, Keisha, stop!"
She never heard me. I ran after her. I grabbed her dress, but it...
It tore.
God forgive me. I wasn't fast enough.
I wasn't fast enough!
There's nothing you could've done.
Time-way-out.
Every ex-con is gonna tell a story to not go back to jail.
This turd is pulling on heartstrings here.
Shut up, Ray. Do you ever stop?
Well, Gene? The nose knows.
So what's it telling you? Do you smell a lie here?
The only thing that can end this is justice.
And you want me to tell a story about a little girl and a butterfly?
It's the truth.
Angel dying is the only truth people want to hear.
I know you believe he's innocent.
It doesn't matter what I believe.
(GUN FlRlNG)
(PEOPLE QUlETlNG)
(EVERYBODY IS A STAR PLAYlNG)
Everybody is a star
Who can rain, chase the dust away
Everybody wants to shine
Oh, come out on a cloudy day
Till the sun that loves you proud
When the system tries to bring you down
Every hand to shine tonight
You don 't need darkness to do what you think is right
Ba pa-pa-pa ba pa-pa ba
ba-pa ba-pa ba ba, ooh
It's Sam.
(ANGEL GASPS)
I got some of the paint on me.
It's an exterior paint. Your shirt's ruined. Sorry.
(BOTH LAUGHlNG)
So the ambulance will drop you off at the bus station.
-Marta's there waiting for you. -It's a miracle.
I was walking around thinking I was dead this whole time.
-I know what you mean. -You're lost, Sam.
When I was lost, I prayed. And God sent me you.
It sounds silly, but prayers do get answered.
(SINGING) Ain't no stopping till it's in the ground
Everybody is a star
SAM : Gene...
Draw your gun on me again,
I'll knock you so far back you'll think it was 1 933
and there was a kosher butcher's strike.
-About Angel... -Not another word.
Ba-pa ba-pa ba ba Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ba pa-pa-pa ba pa-pa ba
BELLOW: See you next time, Ray.
I saw that Denise chick again at the courthouse.
I think she's allergic to me.
Don't give up on that one, 'cause we gotta keep chasing butterflies.
That's what life's about.
(BELLOW LAUGHS)
Like I said, man, you are one bizarre bird.
If you're ever near the 8-6, give me a shout.
-You got it. -Later, lceman.
-Later, Clams. -Whoa! Watch it with the Clams.
A lame nickname like that could stick with a guy his whole career.
Everybody is a star
He was waiting for you. I'm glad you got to say goodbye.
I love you for who you are
-Excuse me, is Father Tim around? -Haven't seen him today.
Ever catch a falling star
-What are you doing here? -I'm here for the funeral.
FATHER TlM: I weep at life lost young.
As we say goodbye, as the Maker is met,
(WOMAN CRYlNG)
Iet's hope the soul of our beloved makes it to heaven,
because his people are with him,
and they love him and they'll miss him.
But he's not alone on his journey.
Never alone.
(MAYA SNlFFLlNG)
You are the hope of sinners and the joy of saints.
We pray for our brother
whose body we honor with this burial.
Give him happiness with your saints
and raise up his body in glory at the last day
to be in your presence.
I'm so sorry Sam never had a chance to say goodbye, Denise.
(DENlSE SNlFFLlNG)
Thank you.
We heard your prayers, Sam.
You wanted to say goodbye to your father.
We just chose which father.
Who are you?
We'll take good care of him. He'll be okay, and so will you.
You know what's happening to me. T ell me why I'm here.
I would tell you, Sam, if you knew exactly where "here" was.
LOVEBUTTER: I have a special dedication
from the Small But Strong to Ice, Ice Baby.
Here's a little Three Dog Night in honor of you,
brother Sam, Sam the traffic jam.
(BLA CK AND WHITE PLAYl NG)
The ink is black The page is white
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SAM : Please, God.
Where's my dad? I don't know where he is.
I don't know where I am, and I feel completely lost.
I just wish that I had a chance to say goodbye.
I know now you answer prayers. So I'm asking...
So I'm asking, please.
Please help me find my way home.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Amen. -Amen.