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Riling up the whole town over

some dead nigra kid.

Now, other than you

and Mary Pell, no one cares.

Wallace Sampson had friends.

They care.

Mr. Harper cares.

And if you weren't

a blue-Blooded fat cat

Born on third base but you

think you hit a triple,

You would care.

That's enough.

This is Delana.

Leave a message.

Hey, sorry I keep missing you.

I'm down in Alabama,

chasing a story.

It could be big.

Anyway, see you tomorrow night.

Love you.

So let justice flow like

a river and righteousness

Like an ever-Flowing stream.

Amen.

Justice.

Yes.

And righteousness.

Amen.

My beloved, we have guests

here this morning,

Just in case

you hadn't noticed.

They're here

for sister Mary Pell.

Amen.

They're here

for Wallace Sampson.

Yes.

Every Sunday morning,

for 19 years,

Sister Mary Pell has offered up

her prayer to the lord.

Amen.

And I'm saying today, lord,

hear our prayer.

Lord, hear our prayer.

- How long?

- How long?

Wouldn't this be a good time

for justice?

Yes, sir.

- How long?

- How long?

Wouldn't this be a good time

for righteousness?

Yes, sir.

- For 19 years...

- 19 years.

She's wondered about her son.

Who stole his life?

For 19 years,

She's wondered about the waters

of righteousness.

When will justice flow?

- How long?

- How long?

Wouldn't this be

a good time for justice?

- How long?

- How long?

Wouldn't this be a good time

for righteousness?

- How long?

- How long?

Oh, wouldn't this be

a good time?

Hey. Hey, sorry about Friday.

I totally forgot

about the planner.

That was Friday.

This is Sunday.

Where have you been?

Didn't you get my messages?

I had to work.

Really? The paper

didn't know about it.

I did it on my own.

Delana, seriously, Friday

was a complete accident.

Accident, my foot!

You asked to skip

the cake-Tasting party

And the stationery selection,

okay?

Then you blow off the meeting

with our minister?

I had to work overtime.

And now you forget the planner.

I'm upset, but what do you do?

You go out of town when you

don't even have to.

Your priorities

are abundantly clear.

The wedding's off.

Fine.

Fine. Fine.

Hey, I'm on to one heck

of a story.

Just hold your horses, partner.

I've got the publisher moseying

down here,

Which means

I'm facing more crap

Than a cowhand at the tail end

of a cattle drive.

He's funny.

What do you think Baxter wants?

Ah, my hide, more than likely.

What'd you do now?

Well, you've seen

the headlights

On the new assistant librarian,

right?

Mm mm.

Well, I thought it'd be funny,

so I asked personnel,

I said, would it cost me my

pension if I nuzzled them?

Well, apparently, there's some

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