I want everybody to get up off your seat!
And get your arms together and your hands together!
And give me some of that old soul clappin'!
♪ you didn't have to love me like you did ♪
♪ but you did, but you did ♪
♪ and I thank you ♪
♪ you didn't have to squeeze me like you did ♪
♪ but you did, but you did ♪
♪ and I thank you ♪
♪ if you took your love to somewhere else ♪
♪ I wouldn't know what it meant ♪
♪ to be loved to death ♪
♪ you didn't have to squeeze me like you did ♪
♪ but you did, but you did ♪
♪ and I thank you ♪
♪ every day was something new ♪
Whoo!
♪ you pull out your bag and your fine to-do ♪
♪ you got me trying new things, too ♪
♪ just so I can keep up with you ♪
♪ you didn't have to shake me... ♪
rock it, big man!
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Cool it, baby.
Oh, come on, man. You know that didn't hurt you.
Y-you can hit me back. I-I can take a punch.
In the face. Hit me in the face!
All right. Come on.
O-only if you hit me first, baby.
♪ all my life ♪
Sutton!
Yo!
You little runt!
Yo. You don't push him, baby.
♪ when they say that they been turned out ♪
You shouldn't have done that.
♪ thank you, thank you ♪
Ready, Nancy?
♪ yeah, yeah, oh, baby ♪
♪ baby, got to say ♪
♪ oh, baby, baby, got to say ♪
Whoo!
♪ you didn't have to love me like you did ♪
♪ but you did, but you did, oh ♪
♪ and I thank you! ♪
♪ thank! I've! Got! ♪
♪ I've got to ♪
♪ thank you, baby ♪
Lately, Dwight...
I been thinkin'...
What's it all about?
Life.
You must know.
Okay, boys, where to now?
Home.
You got him, greenback?
Yeah.
What a night.
What a life!
♪ I'm goin' to Memphis ♪
♪ where the beat is tough ♪
♪ Memphis ♪
♪ I can't get enough ♪
♪ oh, well, it makes you tremble ♪
♪ and it makes you weak ♪
♪ gets in your blood, that Memphis beat ♪
Sync by n17t01 www.addic7ed.com
No, I'm just making a pit stop. You gonna wait up for me?
Oh, it's like that now, huh?
Wow. Crazy.
You're crazy. You know I waited my whole life for you.
You know that. No, actually, I'm feelin' good.
You know, like my whole life is about to change.
Hey, yo, hit your lights, man.
All right, listen, let me do this,
And I'll... and I'll be there, all right?
Love you more.
Hey, yo, hit your lights, man.
We got a gunshot victim.
And guess who it is, Dwight.
Wendall "honey boy" Taylor.
The boxer?
Yeah. Is he gonna live?
That's what they say.
Got his head bashed in pretty bad.
The EMT says he's probably
Gonna have some kind of brain damage.
What the hell happened?
His wallet was missing.
A robbery.
His walleta beatdown that bad...
Could be a hate crime or a road-rage thing.
Whatever it was, it went down
Right over there about hour ago.
So I rounded up some thugs and that prostitute
And that homeless dude over there.
Of course they claim they didn't see anything,
But I say you throw 'em in the box,
Let 'em sweat in their own guilt
Till they're clawin' at the walls.
Just take their statements and release them, Sutton.
Man, we were out this way an hour ago.
Too bad y'all didn't stop for gas.
Maybe this wouldn't have happened.
You know honey boy, right?
From the boxing club for kids?
Yeah, he's given us a couple Saturdays.
Sweet guy.
You didn't see nothin', Phil?
Are you sure?
From where I'm standing, it looks like
You had an awfully good view.
Well, yeah, if I was standing right here,
But I was over there making coffee.
And I heard a gunshot and I called 911.
And I didn't see anything, I swear.
Is there a surveillance tape, Phil?
Or did you forget to press "record"
Because you were so busy playing rush-hour barista?
No, sir. We got one. You want me to get that for you?
That'd be kind of you.
Naw.
A local hero pulls up in a pristine Porsche,
Gets in a huge fight, and nobody sees nothing?
Man, why can't we... I know.
"why can't we help each other, Memphis?"
I know what you mean.
Have the doctors been able to tell you anything?
He's stable
But there's no telling when he'll come out of the coma.
The sooner, the better, they tell me.
When was the last time you saw him?
We talked before it happened.
Uh, he said he was making a pit stop.
Everything was great, he was coming over,
But then...
Is there anyone honey boy's been having problems with
That you know of?
No, that's just it. Everybody loves honey. Everybody.
He has to wake up.
He's gonna be such a great dad.
I'm three months along.
Well, Billie, we're gonna do whatever we can
To make sense of this thing.
Honey boy was a top cruiserweight.
Last week, he retired...
28 years old, on the verge of a title shot.
But he said he didn't want to end up
Another punch-drunk fighter.
Sounds wise beyond his years.
Exactly.
So, he retires to avoid brain damage
And then gets brain damage days later
As a victim of a random crime?
God can't be that twisted.
I don't know what God's capable of,
But I do know life can be that cruel.
Don't get your blinders on, Hendricks.
You know the crime rate in that neighborhood.
I do, and I won't.
You got a surveillance tape?
Yeah, but it's real grainy. It's being worked on.
Think the doer's car was a Taurus or a Camry.
But more importantly, my source in Ron funk's camp
Says he's about to file for bankruptcy.
Who's Ron funk?
He's a boxing promoter that made his name
Off honey boy's fights the last five years.
He stands to lose the most over a honey boy retirement.
And he's got a record.
Did three years after he beat one of his employees to death
During a fight over money.
That is not good leadership.
Go talk to him.
Gentlemen, step out a minute.
Give me a chance to talk to the detectives in private.
So, you want to tell us where you were last night, Mr. Funk?
Call me Ron. A-and it's funny you ask.
I was, uh, breaking bread with my fellow associates there.
You want me to call them back in?
Ah, don't worry about that. We'll get to them.
We might even wait until we can get a straight answer out of them,
Like when they're off your payroll.
Which shouldn't be long.
Honey boy's retirement's killed your business.
You don't got other boxers
Bringing in the purses like he did.
It gives you plenty of motive to strike out at the guy.
Hey, now, honey boy wasn't the only egg in my basket, boys.
I'm doing better than ever.
I got every top manager and trainer in the fight game
Up in here on speed dial...
At the drop of a hat, any which one will still take my call.
What you think you're doing, man?
Wild man boxing. Freddie brown's office.
Yeah, I've got, uh, Ron funk for Mr. Brown.
One moment, please.
Funk! Damn it, where's my money?!
I can't believe you got the nerve to actually call me,
You cheap-ass slimeball. Oh, do you want me to hang up?
Funk?
Hell, you called me. Funk?
All right, so I lost my good standing.
But there's two lessons you learn as a promoter...
One, every fighter who retires will fight again.
The second lesson?
Don't kill the golden goose, baby.
I wouldn't have hurt honey boy for that reason alone.
The dummy who did this can't see past his own nose.
And I'll tell you who that is.
Jerry "bug" Bugner.
He's honey boy's sparring partner.
Now, he was making 3k a week. Now he's not.
He's got a couple rocks loose.
He spooks too easy to get back in the ring himself.
So bug's hit hard times. How's he any different than you?
He ambushed honey boy, and I didn't.
Last week, in the locker room,
Bug was waiting for him with a gun.
Hey, pee-wee. How's your mama?
Still kickin', still crazy, Dwight.
Whitehead.
Jerry Bugner?
I'm Detective Hendricks. Detective white.
Nowhere to go, Jerry!
We just want to talk to you, okay?
Ron funk fingered me for shooting honey boy, didn't he?!
What did he do, go off about his big-city trips,
About eating bull's balls with all his rich cronies?!
Bull's balls?
He's punch-drunk.
Snails, liver, expensive liquor.
Talking about how important he is
And what a piece of garbage I am!
Get down on the ground now, Jerry!
We don't want to shoot you, Jerry.
You're gonna have to, okay?
Unless you want to fight me.
'cause either way, I'm getting out of here!
Whoa, baby. Okay!
Okay.
Let's get it on.
Whitehead, come on. You're the ref.
Let's go.
Man, you're as crazy as he is.
I'm ready, ref. You count me in.
All right, gentlemen,
This is a boxing match, not a street fight.
We're gonna keep it clean. Nothing below the belt.
No biting, no kicking.
Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!
Why you got to talk, huh? We're supposed to fight!
I'm howlin' wolf.
Who? Johnny Copeland. Stop it!
Amos Milburn. Little Walter.
Who the hell are they? Some bad-ass fighters from the olden days?!
Sonny boy Williamson! What the hell is going on here?
"evil." evil's going on!
Let's go! Come on! Do it!
Forget it! I ain't gonna fight!
This...
This guy is crazy!
What do you want to know?
How about starting with why you pulled a gun
On honey boy at the boxing club?
That was never meant for honey boy. That was meant for Ron funk.
Funk made mehrow the sleepy Boyd fight two years ago.
He said I had a payday coming, but it never came.
If you want us to believe you,
We're gonna have to prove those guns don't match.
I ditched it behind the shop n'save.
Look, guys, I would never do something like this, okay?
Honey boy was just about to have a kid.
I just wouldn't do it!
You're gonna have to come with us until we can find that gun.
Turn around.
You think honey boy was having career problems
Just like you were with funk?
I don't know anything about honey boy's inner workings.
He said that was between him and the big man, whoever that is.
Honey boy's a man of faith.
Honey boy and Ron funk
Have conflict over this retirement?
No, he never said anything.
Unless maybe something happened
Right after the announcement.
But I'm sure he would've told me.
I've been honey B's spiritual advisor
For the last eight years.
So, you can't be sure of what came down between him and funk
After he made his announcement?
If funk was leaning on him, I'd know about it.
Are you trying to protect him?
Why would I protect him?
Well, because he's your guardian angel.
Tell me, uh, padre, how much does it cost
To become a guardian angel these days?
$100,000.
But this is not what it looks like.
Really?
What happened to honey was a random act of violence,
And dredging up the past is a pointless exercise.
Random? Week after he retires?
Do you attent church, Detective Hendricks?
Not lately.
So, what was funk atoning for with this gift, pastor?
Look, he's in a coma.
He ain't gonna be the same after this.
Don't you think the etiquette's gone out the window?
Look, around eight months ago, honey boy's girlfriend
Had an inappropriate relationship with Mr. Funk.
Honey found out. He took her back.
But there was a trying period there for he and funk.
Excuse me, officer. I'm not complaining,
But how much longer you think I'll have to wait?
Oh, you might have to sit tight for a bit.
Our normal desk sergeant's cousin
Entered the Chickasaw Jr. Princess contest.
He had to go videotape it.
Anything urgent?
My wallet was stolen. Uh, luckily, there wasn't much money in it.
Still, I know what a hassle that is.
Don't worry. We'll help you out.
Oh, hey, cool kicks.
Got a pair just like 'em.
Oh, yeah? I just got these.
I'm going to my 10-year class reunion this weekend,
And so I'm worki" them in.
It's not like they need it.
It's like I'm walking on pillows.
Sporty as heck is why I like 'em.
Plus, they give you a boost. I'm a whole inch taller in these.
Not a bad thing.
Listen, you're not gonna believe this.
Invitation to my 10-year.
Wow!
I know. Wow.
I tell you what... uh, let me go throw my weight around,
See if I can get the desk cop to make you a top priority.
Thanks.
Looks like honey boy has a lot of people in his corner.
It's true.
People are being incredible.
Not just family, but fans.
What about the boxing people?
How about Ron funk?
Ron's been here.
This orchid is from him.
Ron, uh, someone you can depend on?
Look, I know where this is going.
Guess you know by now.
Yes, Ron funk is someone I had an affair with.
It was short-lived. I was 22 at the time.
Ron funk had to pay $100,000 for honey boy's forgiveness.
I don't know how...
You hurt someone so bad, and they forgive you?
Not sure I could've done that.
Funk's gift work?
Well, working together
Was still in the best interest for both,
So honey boy said he'd make himself forgive and forget.
Funk forget?
I-I think so.
Hey, you take care of that guy for me?
Um, not yet. But after her, he's next.
Geez, man, way to make me look bad.
Hey, buddy, you're up to bat.
Hey, wake up.
He's dead.
Funk's got a portrait of Billie in his office.
That ain't forgettin'.
Gets thrown over, has to pay 100 grand for it.
Honey boy up and retires
And leaves funk staring down the barrel of his debt.
It don't look good for funk.
Ahh!
What? Greenback.
Funk's gone AWOL.
Was he pale, complaining of a headache?
He wasn't a complainer.
I'll do an autopsy,
But my guess is he had an aneurysm.
I'll track down his I.D. From his shoes.
I know where he bought 'em. And I'll go from there...
Contact his next of kin, if that's okay.
Oh, that's fine, David. I like your initiative.
Oh, please don't give me any credit.
I need this.
Lieutenant rice, I am rocked to my core.
There was something about that guy that reminded me of myself.
We connected. And... and then he died.
It means something.
Come on. Just do your job.
Greenback. Ohh!
Morning. Morning.
Any luck on tracking funk down?
Oh, got an APB out, but he ain't showin'.
Good news, though...
Lab worked magic on that surveillance tape.
The doer's car is a '98 red Camry.
You get the plates off of it?
Magic, not miracles, baby.
But the windows...
They're that dark, tinted type we ticket.
So I ran a check on '98 red camrys
That were cited for tinted windows.
Came up with four vehicles in the last year.
One owner... a guy just released from county,
Named Randy... Randy Perkins.
What's his rap sheet look like?
Aggravated assault, Robby, and a racketeering charge.
Scumbag sounds like he deserves a visit.
You make me a happy man. Thank you.
You're welcome.
Got anything?
Honey boy Taylor?
I'm not really a big sports guy. I like music.
Your taste in music
Is about the only thing I like about you, Randy.
Oh, that's all right. I got enough friends.
Sorry, boys. You got the wrong man.
You got the wrong red Camry.
Besides, I was nowhere near any gas stations that night.
No offense there, Randy, but your word on that
Means about as much tos as a crackhead's clean urine test.
Ha ha!
So ask my little Queenie.
We were together all night that night with her old granny.
You could ask her, but she don't remember great.
Hate that guy. Yep.
But I'm definitely gonna trk that granny down.
You do that.
What are you thinking about?
Eh, you know, just wondering where the hell funk is.
He's got the two greatest motives ever invented...
Love and money.
And nothing says guilty more than running.
greenback.
No sign of funk.
Neighbor says he's gone eatin'.
"gone eatin'."
Bull's balls.
Bull's balls was at a place in Houston.
He loved bragging about Houston,
Eating delicacies with millionaires and politicians.
Why do you know so much about it?
Funk paid me $500 a week
To stop by and inform him on honey boy's training.
So I'd be in his office
And have to listen to his stupid stories.
You know where he likes to stay?
The names of any of his cronies?
No, I don't know any of that stuff.
I just know he likes Houston best,
For those underground restaurants.
I heard about those underground deals.
Servin' all kind of unsanctioned fare
Like whale's eyes and stuff like that.
Only thing is they're like old speakeasies.
They got no permits, and they're moving all the time.
Any other delicacies funk would talk about, Jerry?
Eels... they killed them in hot soup
And ate them right up with toast on the side.
Bug, uh, honey boy's retirement press conference...
Him and funk do any backstage griping?
No.
But somebody got honey boy down, though.
What do you mean? Lled his buzz.
He saw somebody in the crowd.
Got this bad look on his face, like he saw a ghost.
He was in a dark mood after that.
Classmates. Com?
Who you looking up?
Something happened to me, something spiritual in nature.
Mm. Testify.
I went and talked to Steve's sister yesterday...
Steve, the John Doe who died downstairs.
She said he was going to his 10-year high-school reunion
Letting his love get taken away by a college guy.
Taken away.
And now Steve's up with the angels, Reggie,
And he doesn't have a second chance.
No, he does not.
But I do.
And there's this, uh, certain lady
A long time ago I had feelings for.
Now, how far back we talking?
Fifth grade.
Yeah. First love. Sweet love.
I carried the torch, but I never did anything about it.
No way.
Okay, she's still in wt Memphis.
You're gonna do something about it, aren't you?
Aren't you, Sutton?
Come on, now.
Yes. Yes, I am.
No regrets, man. Mnh-mnh.
No regrets. Yeah.
You go find her, baby!
My contact at the commercial appeal
Who wishes to remain nameless...
Darlene. Poor little thing's carried the torch for him
Since the second grade.
My source, whitehead... source...
Slipped us those pictures of honey boy's press conference.
Looks like bug was telling the truth. Check it out.
Honey boy does look rattled.
Hey, they got a restaurant in Florida
That serves praying mantis.
That ain't right.
We also checked out honey boy's bank.
He withdrew $10,000 immediately after the press conference.
So maybe he was extorted by this mystery man.
And you think whoever it was worked for Ron funk?
Well, funk's got an entourage of thugs, that's for sure.
But we talked to a guy by the name of sharky two days ago,
And he says that funk paid him 50% of his debt.
And 50% of his debt was $10,000.
So maybe funk's thug wanted more than just one payment,
They got into a struggle at the gas station.
That's what we're figuring.
Check this out.
Ro & mo bender,
Brothers in little rock, doing the underground thing.
Live-eel soup's their latest appetizer.
Yummy yum.
Hold up. Oh, this is good here.
What's that taste like? I told you it was good, right?
Huh? I know what I'm talking about, baby!
that's what you need!
What you got there? No, I'm good.
Put your hands in the air!
Chopsticks on the table, funk. We need to talk.
Hey, you... you can use your hands.
Pick that up, please.
Gentlemen, I'd love to make a Dela here. Deal? Sure, funk. What a swell idea.
You confess to your involvement
In the attempted murder of honey boy.
In exchange, you get a room at the concrete motel.
Three square meals a day,
And those bookies after your ass won't break your legs.
Don't mean they won't get broke.
True, but not by your bookies.
Hello!
I wouldn't kill the golden goose, boys.
But you'd sleep with the goose's girlfriend?
That must have made you nuts,
Losing the girl and 1ook to boot.
Nice of you to put us on to bug.
But we found his gun. Doesn't match.
Plus a witness puts him outside his a.A. Meeting the same night.
Night of his press conference,
Honey boy gets spooked by somebody.
It's got to be one of your thugs, funk,
'cause right after,
Honey boy takes 1ok out of his bank account
And you pay off your debt to sharky.
Oh, no, wait... now, I-I sold my wife's 5-carat diamond ring
To make that payment. Ask the woman.
I snatched it right off her finger. She punched me in the neck.
I bet she really enjoyed that, didn't she?
Maybe I'll bring her in and let her tell me all about it.
Listen, fellas...
I saw that guy that honey looked at all funny.
But he wasn't no partner of mine, first off.
And, second, I-I don't know who the freak was.
All right, so, what's he look like?
Uh, white guy, mid-2os.
Uh, skinny face.
We're gonna keep you on ice a while, funk,
While we test the durability of your alibi.
But I tell you what... to help you pass the time,
We'll have a sketch artist come in.
If you provide us with something useful,
Maybe we find a bench warrant
On one of those bookies wants to break your legs.
Honey boy came out of his coma.
Let's go.
You remember anything about who did this, honey boy?
no.
No, I don't.
I remember talking to, uh...
To Billie.
And before that I...
I went by to see my pastor.
Pastor Andre?
On the night you got hurt?
Yes, sir.
That mean something?
Maybe.
What else about that night? What... what about the attack?
I don't know.
Um, I-I'm sorry.
Well, how about the guy at your press conference, rattled you?
You remember who he was?
Uh...
No, the press conference is a blur, too.
Listen, Dwight...
I know you're tryi" to make sense of it all...
But...
It was... it was just my bad luck.
Listen, I won't say that I'm not worried
About being this way...
But...
If... if this is my path,
I know God has something in store for me.
And "the greatest"...
He's already shown me how to go about being that way.
Muhammad Ali.
That's right.
You know, they say I fought like him.
Couldn't talk like him, though.
♪ but we get up ♪
♪ we fall down ♪
♪ oh, yes, we do ♪
♪ for a Saint is ♪ ♪ but we get up ♪
♪ for a Saint is just a sinner ♪
♪ who fell ♪
You lied, padre.
You did speak to honey boy after his announcement.
Honey boy came to share the good news...
He and Billie are expecting.
Is that it?
He didn't say anything
About somebody at his press conference rattled him?
Nothing like that, no.
It's possible he didn't, uh...
Lay all his cards out.
He hint at anything on his mind?
Not that I can remember.
I'm sorry.
♪ oh, we ♪
♪ fell ♪
♪ get up ♪
I sang in the choir.
It was only way I could get through church with my mama.
When I was old enough to decide for myself,
I-I stopped.
Why?
Well, my daddy was a week away from steppin' down,
And he got killed in the line of duty.
I asked God why, but he never answered.
I still don't know if it was his idea or...
Just the world we live in, or...
Something my daddy brought on himself, or...
What to make of it.
Mm-hmm.
The scars of our youth... they never go away.
And what do we do about it?
That is the work.
You know...
Here's something I can share about that night.
Honey boy said he knew
That some of the ghosts he channeled into his boxing,
No matter how hard he tried,
May never leave him.
What ghosts is he talking about?
He almost beat a boy to death while in foster care,
12 years old.
Who was that boy?
I don't remember his name anymore,
But he was a little white boy about the same age.
The guilt's always weighed heavy on honey boy.
I called in a favor and got sealed juvie records opened up.
The kid honey beat up is a Phil Jorgensen.
Jorgensen?
Sketch artist worked with funk. Take a look.
That's the cashier at the gas & go.
You're right. Jorgensen. Phil Jorgensen.
Are you saying the clerk at the gas station
Is that kid honey boy beat up all those years ago?
He had that limp.
Bet honey boy did that back when.
A history like that between 'em...
That could've been Phil at his press conference,
Made honey boy look like he saw a ghost.
Run this Phil Jorgensen.
What do you make of all this, Dwight?
Well, he called Billie the night he was attacked,
Said he had to make a quick pit stop.
Maybe he wasn't stopping for gas.
Maybe he was there to see Phil.
Man, 16 years later.
So maybe Jorgensen
Lured honey boy out there and finally got his payback.
Bad neighborhood, honey's Porsche.
He made it look random,
But it couldn't have been more personal.
Scars of our youth...
They never go away.
I am so sorry you missed Jamie.
She visited us Christmas,
But she's in st. Louis all the time now.
Thank you, Mrs. Speaz.
Would you like to have her e-mail address, or...
Y-yeah, sure. Whatever.
You came all this way, Davey.
I am so sorry for the inconvenience.
Hey, life is short.
You got to travel the distances if you want to live.
Well, let's see. Oh.
Uh, Jamie and some of her friends...
Mrs. Speaz.
I love you.
I beg your pardon?
I do. I love you.
I always have, since the day we met.
I was taking my drum to school one day, and...
And y'all stopped and asked if I wanted a ride,
And you said that I didn't look white as a ghost
Like all the kids used to say.
You said I looked...
Alabaster.
And I thought that was so classy.
David, you must have been 10.
11.
And you're even more beautiful now than you were back then.
David...
I'm married.
Have been for 35 years.
I figured you probably still were.
Okay.
Thank you, David.
What I'm trying to say is...
I'm available,
If you ever want to...
Transgress.
Okay.
okay.
Okay.
Phil, we know you and honey boy had history.
I'd want to get even, too.
Gives you that limp for life.
Well, not me.
What happened when we were kids turned my life around for the better.
If you're innocent, why didn't you tell us
You knew honey boy the other night?
You guys would be hassling my ass like you are now.
So, how does he end up getting shot
At your gas station while you're working?
You trying to tell us that's a coincidence, Phil?
No.
He came to meet me. He was gonna give me some money.
10 grand.
What, you blackmail himat the p?
No! It wasn't... I was pumped to see him.
I-I went there as a fan.
And he contacted me after the press conference.
He said that he wanted to apologize to me in person.
And the money was for the operations
I had to have when I was a kid.
Was it busy here that night, Phil?
No.
So instead of keeping an eye out for him,
Someone you were pumped about seeing,
You were over making coffee for no customers.
Why?
I don't know. Uh...Because?
Does there always have to be an answer for everything?
Is that why you recently bought yourself a gun? Just because?
Management cut back on security.
I bought a gun. Here, I'll get it for you.
Ohh, ohh, all right, Phil, just stand back.
Stand over here.
There it is.
Right here?
Right there.
What's this?
Oh, it's a giveaway from a local diner.
I thought it was a cool picture of honey boy, so I kept it.
This is from honey boy's last fight.
Look.
Little Queenie.
So, honey boy's got a new Porsche.
We got stats from organized crime.
At least three of the porsches jacked lately
Have been from the same dealership.
That means there's an inside man there.
Now's where this comes in.
This gal here is the red Camry owner,
Randy Perkins', girlfriend.
She's a secretary at that dealership.
The guy's a scumbag, just got sprung.
Got to be looking for dough.
She was also his alibi.
Not anymore.
Little Queenie hooked you up with a new line of work
When you got out of jail.
But you bungled the carjack and nearly killed honey boy.
You got no security video that incriminates me.
You got no witnesses to corroborate your theory,
Which, if I got this down,
Is two random people crossed in the night,
Where attempted murder occurred.
"hey, that one there, he did it."
Oh, you did some jailhouse learnin',
And now you're an authority on the law?
Can I go now?
Oh, you don't know, smart guy?
We can keep you here for six hours,
So you're gonna stay right here.
Little smart-ass.
Take a break. I'll keep Randy here company.
What's up with the cross?
Piece of jewelry.
That ain't bling.
That comes from a church gift shop.
You a Christian?
Cuts down honey boy in the prime of his life for a damn car.
Mm-hmm. Life is cruel.
I was raised a methodist.
But...
Yeah?
Well, that makes us two for two.
how's that?
Well, we like the same music,
And we've both walked out the church door.
I like to tell people God's got a lot of explaining to do.
He mean that?
What's that about?
I don't know.
Oh, c... you do know, Charlie. What?
Come on.
If you want personal information from the man,
Why don't you ask him yourself?
His dad was shot and killed on the job.
Okay. We are a lot alike. 'cause that's the truth.
Yeah, but then I-I looked myself in the mirror,
And deep down...
I know he's got me by the balls.
"God's got you by the balls."
That's a t-shirt.
But, hey, don't laugh. He's got you, too.
We're not like those people
That weren't brought up with it.
Clean slate... they can choose.
So you and me, we're cursed.
We were brought up on fire and brimstone.
And no matter how you try to read, study,
Talk to a Holy man,
You can't get away from it.
What got etched in our minds when we were 6, 7 years old,
That's the deepest truth we know.
If you don't do the right thing, he'll make you pay.
We're the same.
I looked myself in the mirror.
You have to, too.
No.
Come on, Randy. Do it.
You got to.
You're still wearin' that cross, right?
Look in the mirror.
You tried to kill a man.
You got to face it. You got to confess.
It's the only way he'll forgive you.
'cause you and me know,
That's the only judgement that really matters.
Go on. Take a look.
Get it off your chest.
Just tell me what happened.
Okay.
There he goes. We got him.
My girlfriend gave me the guy's address,
And I followed him to the gas station.
♪ well, you may run on for a long time ♪
♪ run on for a long time ♪
♪ yeah, run on for a long time ♪
♪ let me tell you, God Almighty's gonna cut you down ♪
♪ go tell that long-tongued liar ♪ go tell ♪
♪ go tell that midnight rider ♪ ♪ oh, well ♪
♪ tell the gambler, the rambler ♪ ♪ yeah-ah, the back-biter ♪
♪ tell him God Almighty's gonna cut him down ♪
♪ stop, God almighty, let me tell you the news ♪
♪ my head's been wet with the midnight dews ♪
♪ I've been down on my bended knee ♪
♪ talkin' to the man from Galilee ♪
♪ my God spoke, and he spoke so sweet ♪
♪ I thought I heard the shuffle of angel's feet ♪
♪ he put one hand upon my head ♪
♪ great God almighty, let me tell you what he said ♪
♪ go tell that long-tongued liar ♪
♪ go tell that midnight rider ♪ ♪ oh, well ♪
♪ tell the gambler, the rambler ♪ ♪ yeah-ah, the back-biter ♪
♪ tell him God Almighty's gonna cut him down ♪
♪ run on for a long time ♪
♪ yeah, run on for a long time ♪
♪ let me tell you, God almighty'gonna cut you down ♪
♪ go tell that long-tongued liar ♪ ♪ go tell ♪
♪ go tell that midnight rider ♪ ♪ oh, well ♪
♪ tell the gambler, the rambler ♪ ♪ yeah-ah, the back-biter ♪
♪ tell him God Almighty's gonna cut him down ♪
♪ you better tell ♪
♪ God Almighty's gonna cut ♪
♪ gonna cut him ♪
♪ d-o-o-o-o-o-o-own ♪
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