Grace Hanadarko. Have they brought her in?
- Let's go. - Rescue 81, respond.
Whoo-hoo!
Glory be to God, and to God be the glory.
He loves me.
And you. And Grace. Grace, he loves us!
Is Grace okay?
- Somebody tell me... how bad is it? - She's okay.
- Seemed okay. - She says she's okay.
She jumped from the top of the Mutual Funds building. She can't be okay.
It doesn't makes sense, but right now it looks like she's okay.
Hey.
We couldn't reunite in Paris?
- They ain't got no chicken wings in Paris. - Oh, shame.
- Mmm. - You bring it?
Yes.
You gonna let me see it?
How long have we known each other?
16,000 years.
This is the first time you've ever asked me to do this.
Let me see it.
You almost lost two souls today.
But you only wanted the book of Grace. That's curious, Earl.
She churns me up.
That's the only way to say it. She just churns me up.
What's written on the last page?
I don't know.
God didn't tell you?
No.
You thought you were watching it unfold this afternoon?
I've changed my mind. I want to wait.
Not me.
Give me a dark beer.
Detective Hanadarko and Neely Lloyd fell 12 stories...
and not only survived but appear to be miraculously uninjured.
In fact, the event is already being called "The Miracle Downtown."
KLAE was there.
We brought you the exclusive footage that has now been seen around the world.
- This is fabulous. - Both women fell from the Mutual Funds building.
Any time God's light shines this bright, somebody's gonna try to snuff it out.
Well, let 'em try. It'll bring out the loons, I suppose.
It'll bring more than that.
It'll bring darkness to Oklahoma City.
#So pretty and, oh, so bold #
# Got a heart full of gold on a Ionely road #
- # She said, "I don't even think that God can save me"# - # Save me #
# Am I gaining ground Am I losing face #
# Have I lost and found my saving grace #
# Thankful for the gift my angels gave me ##
Hi, Dr. Kennedy. Did my mom call you?
You get back in that bed, young lady.
Yes, Betty called, and so of course I came right over.
- How are you doing? - Somebody cut my hair.
Somebody stole your clothes too.
They're calling you the Angel Cop.
Somebody really take my clothes?
Apparently they did.
Here you are, Doctor.
- You shouldn't be alive. - I know.
- Physically, you're fine. - I know.
Hospital X-ray techs to Emergency, please.
Those X-rays show you my soul?
No.
And there's something else they don't show too.
You broke your arm when you were 12...
so there should be an old fracture on your left radius.
But there's not.
Anyway, the neurologist is concerned with the next 23 hours.
So you'll be staying put.
- More tests? - A few.
I'll tell Betty you can have visitors now.
Not yet.
Are you sure?
I asked God to bring you to me and here you are.
You asked or demanded?
'Cause this afternoon when you jumped off the roof of that building...
you demanded proof of God's love.
And he gave it to me.
You already had it, you foolish child.
He saved you for reasons unknown to all but him...
not because of some test you come up with in a tantrum on a rooftop.
I wanted to die.
And now?
I want to live.
As I was falling, God spoke to me.
Not in words. It wasn't words.
I don't know what it was. It was more like a vision.
But it wasn't that either.
Do you know what I'm talking about?
Not a clue.
Grace is gonna die tomorrow at 4:12.
You need to get her that message immediately.
I ain't got that message.
- God wants this done. - Well, he didn't tell me that.
I'm locked in here for 72 hours, so I'm telling you.
Go.
You're a messenger. That's your job.
I work for God, not you.
We're trying to determine what is real and what's in Neely's mind.
- Do you have a sister named Grace? - Yes.
Does she share an angel with Neely?
I'm not gonna discuss my sister with you.
Neely said that you could verify the story.
You have to know as a Catholic priest, I believe in angels.
As a Catholic priest, have you ever seen one?
- No. - Thank you, Father.
John, how could you say that? You saw him.
I don't know what I think about all this.
- I know what I believe, but... - But what?
There's a big difference between believing in Earl...
and shouting his name out to the world.
Who is Earl?
What's all this talk about angels?
Do you think God directly intervened today?
There's no other explanation for it, Mom.
Well, I tried to calculate it.
If the 12 story building is 144 feet high...
it took Aunt Grace 2.99 seconds to fall from the very top.
She would've hit the ground at 65.66 miles an hour.
So she should've been toast.
Clay, honey, would you go back to the cafeteria and bring me some cream?
I'll go with you.
Uh, Grace is resting...
and won't be able to see anyone until tomorrow.
But thank you for being here.
Now everyone go home. Pray for Grace.
Guys, I'll let you know if anything changes.
Hey. Hey.
Your dad is right behind me.
- What? - Yeah.
- I saw him in the parking lot. Why is he here? - He saw it on the news.
Called hollering about Jesus. Who knows, man?
How is Grace?
- Uh, she's doing okay. - She's great.
If anything changes...
- I'll call you. - All right.
Move into three. She's 100 over 82.
- I think I need a few hours of sleep myself. - Mmm. I'll take you home.
- Over there. - Are you a police officer?
A dog just attacked my friend. It was ripping her apart. I couldn't... I couldn't stop it.
- I could... I tried, but... - Are you injured?
No, I'm okay. It was horrific.
He... He... He wouldn't... He wouldn't let go. You have to find this dog.
- We'll find the dog. - There was a man. He was filming the whole time.
I screamed at him to help, but... He had a video camera and... I know he's got it on tape!
- What's your name? - Maya Taylor.
Maya, right now I want a doctor to take a look at you.
- Then I'll take your statement. - My friend's dead, isn't she?
Okay, let's talk.
But not here.
Can I have a smoke?
I like your dress.
What are you doing here? Come to thank God for saving your life?
- You a reporter? - No.
I'm working on a book...
about how darkness always follows a miracle.
So you think what happened was a miracle?
Don't you?
What kind of darkness?
No. Everything's fine, except I have to turn on the TV to see you.
You look hot, by the way.
Good night. Love you.
- Shut up. - "Love you."
What is this?
Dude! You're dating your sister-in-law. That's your kid.
- It is not incest, you idiots. - You're not Uncle Ham anymore. You're Daddy.
You're assholes, man. You guys see the news this morning?
The newspaper? How come the phones aren't ringing?
'Cause all calls concerning Grace are going to the operator so we can get some work done.
You talked to Grace this morning?
I talked to Betty, who found an open window in her house and Grace asleep in her old bedroom.
- So she checked out of the hospital? - Not exactly.
Betty's gonna keep a close eye on her. What did you find out from the M. E?
Betsy Cole died from loss of blood.
The dog bit her jugular in half.
Yeah, we canvassed Martin Park, found part of a shredded bloody shirt.
- But no dog? - No dog.
- Patrol's looking too. - We're going back around 6:30.
- Maybe somebody jogs around that time, saw, heard something. - Man with a video camera.
It's also known the dog had a collar. Black German Shepherd.
Listen, guys.
I know we can turn this case over to Animal Control...
but I promised Betsy Cole's best friend that I would look into what happened.
Shit happened is what happened.
Look, we're gonna find the dog, give the owner a ticket, put the dog down.
I hate this shit.
This is gonna be more than a ticket if we can prove negligence.
Now, you don't own a dog that can chew a person's jugular vein in half...
without keeping track of the dog.
Gentlemen, we got a body dump.
Shot in the head.
- What caliber? - Probably a.22.
- It's gotta be the same dog. - There's blood all over his coat.
It's hard to tell whether there's more than one shot.
What's that?
Warehouse manager asked if I knew the Angel Cop. His son's got bone cancer.
Wanted to know if Grace would pray over this picture.
Manager found the dog this morning.
He'd heard we were looking for a black German Shepherd. Called 911 right away.
He also called the owner. Number's on the collar. Might be him now.
Someone shot my dog? Killed my dog? Where is he?
What's your name, sir?
- Wes Dickson. What's going on? - Is this your dog?
Teaser.
What happened? Who killed him?
- Where do you live, Mr. Dickson? - 2234 Chartelle.
Two blocks from Martin Park.
A young woman was mauled to death last night in that park by a black German Shepherd.
Are you saying it was Teaser?
What did you...
Did you shoot my dog?
We did not kill your dog, sir, but we do need to speak to you.
The detective will drive you.
Come with us, sir.
Let's bring in Maya Taylor too.
- How long have you had Teaser? - Three years.
I got him from a breeder in San Antonio when he was a puppy.
Teaser's never bitten anybody.
He loves people, loves kids.
- Has he ever gotten out of your yard before? - No.
And no way he could've gotten out of there last night.
No. Someone opened that gate on purpose.
There was human blood on his coat.
We're running tests to see if it matches Betsy Cole's blood.
- What time did you get home last night? - 6:00, I think.
Teaser was at the front door.
I fed him.
My nephew came over. We played some cards. I went to bed.
- Where was Teaser when you were playing cards? - Outside.
But I know I saw him when I went to bed. This doesn't make sense.
I tried to sleep, but I kept seeing that dog and Betsy screaming.
I just, um...
The man with the video camera... Have you been able to remember anything more about him?
Yes. He had on a baseball hat.
I saw the news and you guys asking him to come forward.
Maybe he just hasn't seen it yet.
Was it any of these men?
I don't think so.
- Do you own a gun, Maya? - My husband does. Why?
We found the dog that we believe killed your friend Betsy.
- It was shot. - Good. That dog was evil.
- What kind of gun does your husband own? - Brand-new HK45.
Are you asking me if I shot the dog?
No, I didn't.
Thank God that dog's dead. That dog needed to be dead.
And whoever owns that dog, they better watch their ass.
- Hey, Mom. - You could've died.
I love you.
Will you go to mass with me this Sunday?
No.
You must be starving. Bacon and eggs?
- Biscuits? - Yeah.
Hi, honey.
Is she okay? Did she say anything?
She's upstairs. You can talk to her when she comes down.
Keep me company while I make her breakfast. Do you want anything?
Do you have any egg salad? I'll make a sandwich.
Do you know anything about this angel everyone is talking about?
Mom, stop watching the news. Speculating...
You said yourself, God...
Well, where is she...
That was a lot easier when I was 15.
You only had a pair of jeans in your locker.
The shoes are Mae's.
And the shirt is mine.
How come I couldn't use the front door?
- Old time's sake. - Oh.
Hmm. Mmm. I smell bacon and eggs.
- Hey. - We're not staying?
- No. - But I'm hungry!
- Yeah. - What is this?
It's a chalice. I stole it from St. Claire's when I was eight.
- Everybody's worried about you. - Yeah. I can't put everything together yet.
Too much stuff in my head, you know.
Beer's gonna loosen it up.
You know how everything would all of a sudden be different...
if you found out you were adopted?
- You said that an hour ago. - I did?
- What time is it? - Almost a quarter to 2:00.
Uh-huh.
Did you hear about the roof that collapsed at the mosque?
Is this a joke?
No. Three people were killed. One was a 10-year-old boy.
Bobby says an ill wind is blowing across Oklahoma City.
He's right. Yeah.
I met this writer.
He follows miracles because bad shit always chases good shit.
- You talked to a reporter? - No. He's writing a book.
I'm gonna be a chapter.
Excuse me.
I, uh... I want to show you something.
About six years ago I was waiting for a plane at L.A.X.
I had my coffee on this napkin.
When I got up to leave, I almost threw it away.
This was my miracle. I can only imagine how you must feel.
God bless.
Well, shit.
That was kinda beautiful.
So sweet. Who's this?
His name is Tomas, and he has bone cancer.
His father gave it to Bobby to give to you to pray over.
Yeah. So here's the deal.
It's the adoption thing.
Little shit, big shit. Everything changes.
You gotta go to work, don't you?
Tell 'em I'm okay. Tell 'em I'm praying for 'em.
- More beer. - No more beer.
Tequila!
- How long have you believed in angels? - Three years.
Chest wings.
I have back wings.
Oh, you win.
You know what else I believe, Jake?
I believe I need tequila, please.
Ain't gonna happen.
Louie's.
Wes Dickson's got no record.
Owned his home eight years, been a mail carrier 14 years.
Betsy Cole has got no record. Wife, mother of one.
Her husband's a mail carrier too.
- Perry know that? - Yeah.
Shit. We may have a connection here.
- Dog as murder weapon. - Yeah, why not?
The blood found on Teaser's coat matched Betsy.
Rhetta thinks that someone toweled him off.
She found cotton fibers all over him.
You had another phone call.
Thanks, man. Uh, you talk to your Aunt Grace?
My grandmother's already mad at her about something, so I'm sure she's okay.
You know her hair and clothes are up for sale on eBay? - What?
Tell Grace we're thinking about her.
- Thanks. - That Amanda who keeps calling?
Nah. It's my old man. He's driving me crazy.
You sure a brother and sister-in-law can marry in the State of Oklahoma?
Blood work's gotta be checked first.
Well, hey, man, you check Dickson's alibi?
Yeah. We left two messages for his nephew Cas.
Supposed to be with his uncle from 7:00 to 10:00 last night.
- Betsy was attacked at 7:00. - What did you get from the neighbors?
- No one has any problem with Teaser. - Why don't you like this guy?
Look. Teaser's got scars all over his body.
Scars like he's been in dogfights.
Okay, Wes said he's had him since he was three months old. So where did he get the scars?
Who knows dogfighting?
Yeah. Wes likes to show, likes to bet.
Nothing like his nephew.
- You mean Cas? - Cas is a dog man.
- He even trained a champion a couple years back. - Wes and Cas work together?
Don't know. Just know that Cas trained Big Ed.
And Big Ed had a jaw it took a pry bar to open.
How do you train a champion?
Make the dog as mean as it can be. Use your imagination.
- Shit, I didn't know you liked this shit. - Shit they doing now I don't.
Pumping dogs up on steroids, raw meat and raw hate.
Nothing like the old days.
Grace know you like to watch dogs kill each other?
How do you think I ended up in this chair?
I seen her miracle fall on TV over and over.
Praise the Lord.
Yeah.
Tell Grace I got a bottle of wine chilling as soon as she's ready to talk.
God performed a miracle for me too one time.
I levitated.
- You missed her. - Where'd she go?
She didn't say.
Are you okay?
I'm not sure.
Hiding out from the storm, Father?
You could say that.
Seems like the whole city's having a bad day.
News was just talking about this van full of nuns rolled off an overpass.
Six souls gone in an instant.
I'm sorry.
Six nuns in a van. You know?
It's not funny. It's... terrible.
I understand that they were Sisters of Mercy on a mission to Mexico.
God saved them two women who fell off a building yesterday...
but not these nuns.
Can I have a scotch, please?
Your boss at the Vatican might be pretty happy.
- A miracle for the whole world to see. - You'd be surprised.
The Vatican doesn't need proof of God's existence.
When unexplained occurrences are attributed to God...
the process to confirm or deny, embrace or reject, causes...
Excuse me...
a shit-storm of political and societal repercussions...
which, frankly, the Church doesn't want to deal with.
So these two women saying they got an angel...
Yeah.
What do you think? Do you think they got an angel?
No.
Yes.
Peter denied Jesus three times because he was afraid to die.
What am I doing?
Worried about being silly or ending my career.
l...
Yes.
I know those two women had an angel.
See?
Until the proverbial cock has crowed...
there's always time to make it right.
Okay.
Let's do it.
So, is there a command for going after a woman's neck?
No. Fighting dogs aren't trained to go after a human's neck.
We sure don't train ours to do that.
- What about guard dogs? - Not unless the intention is to kill the intruder.
If I was an intruder and Tag only listens to you...
either way you need two people to train the dog.
That's right. You ready?
Not really.
Oh, shit!
Here!
Jesus. Dog as a weapon. Hell, yeah.
Whoa.
So how many pit bulls have you adopted in the last three years...
from different pounds?
Uh, six.
Seven, Cas.
Well, that's my thing. I take dogs and rehab them. I make them lovable, you know?
Yeah.
Yeah, you're a regular St. Francis...
who's been arrested twice for possessing dogs for the purpose of fighting.
- I don't do that anymore. - Really?
We searched your warehouse on Santa Fe.
Care to revise your story?
You used Teaser as bait.
You got lockjaw? I know how to open it.
Yeah, okay, man.
Shit, I fight dogs.
Do you think I'm scum? Don't matter to me.
Go ahead and write me a ticket. Let me call my lawman.
Officer Tag will take it from here.
Sit!
Whoa, whoa, hey.
Hang on. Come on! This ain't funny!
What the hell?
- What the hell are you doing knocking like that, boy? - If you want to talk, talk!
All right. Get inside.
No!
I know what's going on between you and Amanda.
That's your dead brother's wife.
What the hell are you thinking, boy?
I'm thinking I'm gonna take care of her, and I don't give a shit what you think!
Those are my grandbabies...
and you screwing their mama ain't ever, ever gonna make you their daddy!
And what the hell about what your brother thinks, huh? What about what he thinks?
Don't do this, Dad.
I oughta kick your ass!
This is for Rafe.
Don't get up, Dad.
"Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name."
Okay.
You hunted me down like a spurned lover.
You're not gonna take no for an answer.
How can I deny you anymore?
You scare me.
I don't know what to trust, I don't know who you are...
what you want.
I mean, look at this place...
this glory for you.
Is it enough?
Am I enough?
I'm trying to hear you, but I can't do it in this place.
Not here.
Earl?
Not Earl.
I'm a cop. I have a gun.
You won't need it.
Tell me another one.
New Orleans.
August of 2005.
A woman named Mary.
Terri?
Mary.
Mary fasts...
prays 25 straight days to Mother Teresa.
On the 26th day...
her husband's stomach cancer's cured.
The doctors are flipping out.
On the 27th day... Katrina.
That's right.
Tell me another one.
- Thank you. - Uh-huh.
Ohh.
- You sure you want to do this? - Yes.
Are you?
I don't want to wait one more day.
- The world could catch on fire. - And I'd have to cover it.
Mmm.
I understand why you're doing this...
but you're not doing this in this ugly-ass office.
Oh, Bobby.
Oh.
- I did good, huh? - Great.
One last thing, if you're okay with it.
He wants to smudge us.
Whatever's going on around here, you guys need protection.
- What about a blessing from your other half? - Cherokee.
We don't smudge.
Have a seat. Have a seat.
- Did you find out who killed my dog? - We talked to your nephew, Cas.
He introduced us to, uh, Little Pete.
He's a heck of a dog. But what do you expect from Big Ed's son?
So we partake in dogfighting.
We'll pay the fine.
The fine? Try the needle, asshole. Cas rolled over on Uncle Wes.
Cas gave us some home movies he's taken over the years.
Right up until, uh, yesterday, as a matter of fact.
Let's watch.
That's a boy.
Good boy. Good boy.
Über fallen!
Über fallen! That's it.
Über fallen!
Über fallen! Über fallen!
Yeah.
Über fallen!
You and Cas took a beautiful dog with a beautiful soul...
All he had was love for you, and you turned him into this?
Hey! Somebody call 9-1-1!
Somebody help her!
"Über fallen" is "attack."
Cas also gave us this.
None of our canine officers have ever seen anything like it. It's a neck guard.
Who trains their dog to go after somebody's neck?
Same person who drives to San Antonio...
to bring back a puppy he's gonna train to kill.
My question is, why Betsy Cole?
- She was there. - And why'd you shoot Teaser?
Once a dog tastes human flesh, you can't trust him no more.
Come to gloat?
- I thought you'd be happy Grace is alive. - I am.
This your happy face?
I thought God spoke to me.
I know he did. It was the most amazing feeling.
Well, lots of people in here think that.
Am I crazy?
- I don't think I am. - Well, you ain't crazy in the mind.
You're just crazy for the high.
You need that rush, that "what's next"...
that "What's gonna take me away from where I am" thing...
you try to get with drugs, with God.
Even a miracle ain't enough for you.
It was the best high I've ever had.
I could see the time clear as day... 4:12.
4:12.
Address of the building you jumped off.
Probably saw it on the way down.
What's gonna take me away from here, Earl...
from this feeling I have right now?
We're gonna stay smack in the middle of where you are, you and me...
face the feeling.
I just called to see if you're okay, Grace...
if you need anything.
Everyone's asking about you.
And, uh, Amanda sends her love.
So do I.
All right.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Wh-What are you doing? - I take my breaks here sometimes.
It's nice. Peaceful.
You talk to Grace?
I saw her, yeah.
She's gonna need a few days.
So, you and Amanda?
Yeah. What, you think that's weird too?
No! Do you?
No. I mean, we talked about it.
We knew we'd get shit, but we're dealing with it.
Can I ask you something?
Are you over Grace?
I gotta move on with my life, you know?
And Amanda, she's moving on too.
The writer showed up at the church and you brought him home?
Yeah.
This is why I can't be single.
He left a couple hours ago.
- Said he was gonna come back to O.K.C. soon. - You want him to?
- I don't know. - What book did he write?
The Dark Light.
"No matches found." What was his name?
Hut Flanders.
- That's odd. - What?
No name found.
But it's showing me a picture from the Great Mississippi Flood of 1927.
- Shit. - What?
Ten states were affected by that flood, includ... including Oklahoma.
Did you know that?
Don't you care that this guy lied to you about who he was?
- Mamacita. - Good luck.
- Hey, Mrs. Hanadarko. - Rhetta.
What are you girls cooking up this time?
- You hungry? - Sure.
Can I tell you a story, honey?
The first night we brought you home...
you were so beautiful and tiny.
I fed you and put you into your bassinet.
During the night, I came in to check on you.
I opened the door...
and you were surrounded by the most brilliant light.
I'd never seen anything like it.
I knew it was an angel watching over you.
Can I tell you a story?
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