* This little light of mine
* I'm gonna let it shine
* This little light of mine
* I'm gonna let it shine
* This little light of mine
* I'm gonna let it shine
* Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine *
* Everywhere I go
* I'm gonna let it shine [clapping rhythmically]
* Oh, everywhere I go
* I'm gonna let it shine
* Everywhere I go
* I'm gonna let it shine
* Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine *
[song ends] [applause]
-Now, before I end today,
I'm gonna leave y'all with a little something.
[Woman] Yes!
[Benjamin] Can I preach it like I feel it, y'all?!
[Congregation] Yes! [Man] Preach to me!
-Oh, we are living through some trying times, right now.
Mm, mm, mm. Employment's dropping.
Crime is rising.
The devil's on the level
and it seems like we're dealing with a new evil every day.
We've dealt with an affliction of evictions
and wrongful convictions.
Market crashes. Greenhouse gases.
And anything left's gettin' taken out in taxes.
Can I preach it like I feel it, y'all?!
[All] Preach!
- Can I preach it like I feel it, y'all?!
- Preach! - Can I preach it
like I feel it?! -Preach!
-And in these times of uncertainty,
oh, let God be our security. [Man] Mm-hmm.
- Give him love and affection, and He'll offer his protection.
But deny the Savoir, ha ha!,
locks and bolts won't save ya.
That alarm on the wall won't don't nothin' at all.
The guard at the gate can't stop fate,
because at the end of the day, the Good Lord giveth,
and the Good Lord taketh away.
Can I get an "Amen"?! [All] Amen!
- I said, can I get an "Amen"?! [All] Amen!
[applause]
-Thank you, God bless you. -Thank you.
-Thank you so much. -God bless.
-Oh, I-I gotta go. No. I gotta go.
-You don't have to, you know what-
-Wonderful service today, Reverend!
It reminded me of a sermon
the late Reverend Gates gave back in 1967.
Now, I know it was '67
because it rained a lot that summer.
And every time it did,
my knee would swell up the size of a grapefruit!
"Gabby Grapefruit Knee" they'd call me,
on account of the inflammation.
Never cared much for grapefruits, myself.
Too tart. [chuckles]
But, I heard if you mix it with aloe vera,
it does wonders for the complexion.
Now, as I was sayin'...
what was I sayin'?
-[chuckles] I, I have no idea.
- [laughs] Oh, well, it's gettin' late.
I really should get to walking home.
-Alright, well you make sure you get home safe.
-Don'tchu worry about me, Reverend.
I'm walking with the Lord!
And just in case He's busy,
you know I keep that thang on me.
-Okay.
- Better than a sock full of quarters.
-[laughs] Ugh!
Oh, oh, Nas, you-you headin' down to the rec room
to play your little video game, or?
-It's not a video game, it's an open world,
first-person shooter.
-Alright, well, shoot this into the trash.
Last time I had one of Gabby's brownies,
my stomach was speaking in tongues.
Ugh.
-Gross.
***
[hammering thuds]
-Hey, hey! [Jack] Hey!
-Ah, I appreciate you doing this, Jack.
-Oh, yeah. No, it's not problem.
Can't have Gabs' favorite seat squeaky.
-[chuckles]
Ah, I can't wait 'til I can fix up this place
so you don't gotta keep doin' stuff like this no more.
-Ah, no, no, no, no.
After everything you and the church have done for me,
really, it's not a problem.
-Hey, Dad, girls are getting tired.
Can you come out and help me practice?
-Oh, sweetie, I can't. I, I gotta finish this.
-You know, I used to spin a little rope back in my day.
-Yeah? -Yeah! Let's go!
-Uh oh!
* Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack *
* All dressed in black, black, black *
* With silver buttons, buttons, buttons *
* All down her back, back, back She jumps-- *
-Ooh! Ooh!
-Come on, Rev! One more time.
-Just gimme one minute. Rev needs one minute.
-Hey Rev, you mind giving me a hand, real quick?
-Yeah, see, Miss Marge needs me, to help her out with the...
with the bus, so...
I'm, I'm gonna take a rain check!
Oh, alright. -Okay.
I changed the oil, I patched up that leaky radiator hose,
but anything more than that
is gonna take one of Jesus' miracles.
[both chuckle]
-Transmission still acting up?
-Ooh! Like a child wantin' attention!
-Well, don't you worry about that, Marge.
-Hmm.
-I'll moved some of the church's finances around,
and pretty soon, we'll be able to buy you a brand new,
top-of-the-line model. -What?!
-One that'll make the Pope Mobile look like a whoopdy!
[laughing]
- Ah, we make do with what we got.
Old girl may not be as fancy as she used to be,
but a little junk in the trunk
just means there's more of her to love.
You know what I'm saying, Rev? You know what I'm saying?
Ooh! Oh!
[humming off-key]
-Benjamin!
Benjamin!
-[laughs] Guess I got the Spirit, huh?
-Sounds more like a demon, to me.
-[laughs] Alright.
-Forty-eight dollars, six cents,
and a coupon that expired yesterday?
-Well, what's it for? - Sticky Fingers.
Enjoy complimentary Wi-Fi and a free large fountain drink
with the purchase of any rack of ribs.
-I'll take that.
-How are we supposed to pay the bank back with barbecue?
-I know! That's why I'm keepin' it.
-I'm serious, Benjamin.
-Baby, you don't have to worry about our financial situation.
It's being handled. -Okay.
[knock on door]
-Knock, knock! -Speak of the devil!
Baxter Whitcomb, the man with the plan!
-How ya doin', Rev? Mrs. Wright, nice to see ya.
-You know, we missed you at service today.
-Oh, I bet it was a doozy.
Unfortunately, the country club keep sticking me
with these Sunday morning tee times.
-[laughs] Well, at least you're keeping your cross on, huh?
-Oh, yeah. Old family heirloom.
But you know what they say,
God and gold are the only two things that don't depreciate.
-You know that's right. [laughs]
-Uh, anyhoo, um, the reason I stopped by was just to see
if anyone's been in asking about me lately?
-Hmm.
-Why would they be?
-Oh, you know, investment questions, financial advice,
that sorta stuff.
-Not that I know of, but I'll keep an ear out for ya.
-Thank you.
-Oh, speaking of which,
do you mind going through my investments with me?
I just can't make heads or tails
of all this internet-coin business, you know?
-No problemo, Rev. Let's take a look, shall we?
-Alright. -Okay.
Ah, so this report is saying
that you are up 200% from last month.
-200 percent! [laughs]
So, so, that means we have more crypto coin?
-Ah, no, the amount of coin stays the same,
but the value increases.
-Okay, okay. So, the value increases.
When-when do we get, when do we get all the coins?
The actual coins?
-You don't. That's the beauty of it!
It's a virtual currency kept in your digital portfolio.
-Digital portfolio.
Okay, well, I would love to learn more
about how this all works, you know.
-No sweat. I'll tell ya what,
I'll drop by later this week
and go over everything with ya. How does that sound? Huh?
-You're a good man, Baxter!
-Hey, takes one to know one, Rev.
Well, y'all, God bless. Take care.
-I can't believe you gave that man all the church's money.
-It's his job, Vanessa!
He's a financial advisor, like I'm a spiritual advisor.
-More like a false prophet turning false profits!
-Baby, that's a good line. I gotta right that down.
-I don't trust him, Benjamin.
-Baxter? -Yeah, Baxter.
-Baxter?
He drives a minivan and tucks his khakis into his socks.
-You never heard of a wolf in sheep's clothing?
-Never heard of a wolf in pleated khakis.
-This is the first man that that man has stepped foot
into this church since you gave him all the money!
-Baby, look, there's no need to worry.
Baxter is gonna lead the church's finances
into the promised land!
-And what promised land is that?
-How about triple our original investment,
with enough left over to buy new robes for the choir?
Not to mention yourself.
Walkin' around at home with that ratty old robe,
lookin' like "Thriller".
-You know what? -[laughing]
- Say it again. Say it-Benjamin.
Stop that. Stop. [claps]
-So, there I was, in my own lane, minding my own business
when he cuts me off and then has the nerve
to flip me the bird? Uh-uh.
-And how did that make you feel?
-Like getting outta my van
and kicking off both of his side mirrors.
[Benjamin] What did you do?
[Marge] What we talked about.
-Hey! You know better than that.
-Turned up my easy listening mix,
I counted to 10,
and I gathered my thoughts.
-Ha, ha, ha! That's great!
-Then I kicked off both his side mirrors!
-That's not so good,
but you know, you tried,
and that's a start. -Mm-hmm.
-Now, you keep practicing about what we talked about.
One day you're gonna lose your temper,
and gonna lose it for good.
Nas, you have something to add?
-Yeah, uh, next time, don't kick out his side mirrors.
-See? Yes, exactly.
-Get his license plate.
I'll hack into the DMV database and hit that sucker
with three years' worth of parking tickets.
-Okay! Will do!
-Will not do! No! No!
Nas, we talked about this.
They were ready to reboot your butt outta high school
for hacking into the principal's laptop.
Signing him up for some indecent dating website.
No more hacking!
Otherwise I'll cut the internet in here
quicker than you can type w-w-w-dot.
-Chill, Rev! I was just playing.
-Alright! Now, on a positive note,
because I believe Skipper
has something to share with the group.
[Jack] Go on, tell 'em, Honey!
-I got named captain of the double-Dutch team.
[cheering, applause]
[Benjamin] Congratulations!
-Your Mom would be so proud of you. Yeah.
-How you holding up, Jack? -Oh.
-I know this time of year is...
can be difficult for you two, you know?
-Yeah, I mean, it's been six years this month
since Skipper's beautiful Mom left us for the Lord.
Uh, but we're doing alright. Keeping busy.
You know, actually, I made this the other day.
It's a birdhouse! -Hmm.
-With... with a secret compartment.
-[laughs] Hey!
-Why would a bird need a secret compartment?
-Everything's got a secret compartment.
-I had a bird once.
A big, ol' green parrot.
Called him Mr. Squawkbox,
because that bird would never stop talking!
Y'all got no idea what it's like to have something
that just talks, and talks, and talks.
-Yeah, you know, Mr. Squawkbox, we'd all love to hear
more stories about Mr. Squawkbox,
but I do believe that Jordan was just about to share
something with the group.
-Hmm, I'm good.
-Oh, come on, man! Sharing is caring!
-Nothing to share, really.
-You know, the whole point of the "Lean on Me" group
is to have people to lean on, in times of trouble.
But you need to open up so that we can help.
-Well, last week, I celebrated my ten year anniversary.
-That's great. Of what?
-Getting paroled.
-What were ya in for?
-Robbery.
But um, I've come a long way since then.
Keeping out of trouble, my business is thriving.
Even picked up a new hobby.
-What hobby? -Golf.
-So, something you do alone.
Well, let's all thank Jordan for opening up
and sharing with us today, huh?
[Aall applaud] -Thank you, Jordan.
Alright, I think that's all the time we have for today.
I'll see y'all next week. God bless!
-Thank you, Reverend.
-Jordan,
oh man, you are a tough safe to crack.
Now you've been comin' here all the time,
I never even knew that you went to prison.
-It's something I like to talk about.
-And that's fine.
But just know you've got people here if you do, alright?
Hey, Jordan, it's better to be a part of something
than apart from it. Alright?
Think on that for me.
[happy exhale]
[knock on counter]
-Drive-thru still open?
-[laughs] Drive-thru, walk-in.
As long as I'm here, we're open for business.
-All jokes aside, Rev, we need to talk.
-Okay. Well, come on around.
- Okay.
-What do you mean, "gone"?!
-Well, it turns out that the crypto we invested in
was inflated and over-leveraged.
The value dropped drastically, zeroing out
before I could liquidate your investment.
But, don't worry,
there is a way we can get it all back.
-[laughs] Oh, thank God!
-Just need a little bit more money.
-More money?!
-Well, it's a numbers game, Rev. You gotta spend money
to make money. -No, no, no, no.
You don't understand.
That $50,000 was the last money the church had!
I had to borrow it against the mortgage to get it!
If I don't pay that back by the end of next week,
the bank is gonna shut us down!
-[sputters] Boy, that sure is a pickle, Rev.
I'm sorry to hear that.
[sighs despairingly]
-Well, if you do come into any more money,
you know where to find me.
Okay.
Have a good night, Reverend.
***
[birds chirp]
[Vanessa] Hope you left me some hot water.
Oh, and we might have to call us a plumber.
Those pipes are sounding like a grown man crying.
[chuckles]
What's up?
-It's all gone.
-What is?
No. Uh-uh! Get dressed.
We're gonna go down to his office.
Do I look like I'm playing?
Put some clothes on!
***
Move faster, Benjamin!
***
[rapid knocking on door]
We wanna see Baxter Whitcomb!
-Y'all got an appointment?
-You just let him know that Benjamin and Vanessa Wright
are here to see him.
-Tell him yourself.
[engine revs]
***
-Baxter?!
-Reverend, Mrs. Wright.
How's it hangin'?
-What happened to your minivan?!
-Oh, that! Yeah, downsized to the two-door.
Better on gas, you know?
So, what can I do for you fine folks?
-Where's our money?
-Like I explained to your husband,
our investment took a sudden downturn, and now it's gone.
-Do you have a receipt?
-[scoffs] When virtual entities dissolve like that,
you don't usually get hard paperwork.
-Well, we're not goin' anywhere without our money
or some proof.
-I don't think I like what you are implying, ma'am.
-Oh! Well, let me be more direct!
-Okay. Alright, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby.
I think what my wife's trying to say is that
we trusted you!
We feel as though you haven't been totally honest with us,
what with the car and the clothes.
And the sudden bass in your voice.
-I don't know what to tell ya, Rev.
Investing in anything is a gamble.
Now, Randy, please get off your phone
and escort the Reverend
and his wife off the premises.
-You heard the man.
[door shuts and lock clicks]
-I can't believe he lied to us!
-I never thought I would say this,
but we're going to the police.
Come on, Benjamin!
-Mr. and Mrs. Wright,
I'm Special Agent Sherry Sykes with the FBI.
-FBI? But we called the police.
-I'll be handling your case.
May I come in?
-Yeah, sure!
-Sorry to say, you aren't the first people
to file a complaint against Mr. Whitcomb.
Apparently, he has done this to a number of people
in the area and we've already begun a formal investigation.
-So, so, you're gonna get us our money back?
-I'm afraid it's not that simple.
While dealing with Mr. Whitcomb,
did you ever wire him any money?
Something with a nine-digit routing number?
Perhaps with letters?
-No, it was cash. It was all cash.
-That's what I was afraid of.
-What's that supposed to mean?
-[sighs] People like Baxter Whitcomb,
very good at hiding their tracks.
We've already scrutinized his personal and business accounts,
and haven't found a trace of the $500,000
he's been accused of taking. -$500,000?
-What we need is proof of an illicit,
off-shore account. Without that,
a case like this could take months, or even years to solve.
And even then, there is no guarantee we'll be able
to get back everything that's been taken from you.
-So, there's nothing we can do!
-Legally, not at the moment, no.
[sombre music]
-What am I gonna tell my congregation?
* Faithfulness
* Lord, unto thee
[organs plays final notes]
[Vanessa clears her throat]
-Oh, um, [chuckles]
I'm sorry.
Uh, where was I?
[Man] Can I preach it like I feel it?
-Can I, can I preach it like I feel it, yes, yes.
[Congregation] Yes. Preach it!
- Oh! Today's sermon
is gonna be all about forgiveness.
-Amen! -Preach!
-Okay, alright. That's good.
Y'all on, y'all on,
y'all on board with that. Okay!
Because uh, we've all made mistakes!
[Woman] Yes!
-Even Jesus,
he trusted Judas,
and look how that turned out!
[Man] Really?
-Not good!
But we all forgave Jesus, right?
-Every time.
-We've all made mistakes.
Like my man, Mike, right here.
We forgave him, when he cheated on his wife!
-[hushed] What're you doing, man?
-Even she did!
-What'chu doin', man?
-[whispers] I'm sorry!
Or, who could forget the time
Rhonda gave us all head lice?
[Woman] What?! [Man] I knew it!
-We forgave her, didn't we?
[Woman] I thought it was Judy!
-All the time Marge-- -You better not!
-Okay! Uh, [clears throat].
The point I'm trying to make is that
we've all made mistakes.
At one point or another,
we've all sought forgiveness from one of our peers.
[Congregation] Mm-hmm.
-Including me.
I uh,
I lost all the church's money.
[Congregation] What?! [murmuring]
-I trusted someone I shouldn't have.
Borrowed $50,000 against the mortgage.
[Woman] What?!
-Thought I could invest it to fix up this place,
and instead I got played.
And now, barring some sort of miracle,
next Sunday's service will most likely be our last.
[Congregation] What?! -Oh!
[murmuring]
[Man] Made a deal with the devil.
-I tried everything.
The bank, the Religious Relief Fund.
Even reached out to old donors.
No one can help.
-Maybe there's something we can do?
-Like a candy drive!
-Or a car wash? -I could run a bake sale!
-I appreciate the thought, but none of those things
are gonna come up with $50,000 by the end of the week.
-This guy that took your money, where'd he run off to?
-Nowhere.
-So, this man took $50,000 and he didn't even skip town?
This might be the old me talking,
but if he did that to me, I'd just go up in his crib
and take back what was mine. -Man, it's no use.
The FBI said he already cleaned out all his accounts.
-Must mean he's got it all in cash, then.
Just sittin' there waiting for someone to take it all back.
[Gabby] Well, we could still do something.
[Marge] A car wash would help a little bit.
[chattering indistinctly]
-Stay strong, Rev.
-I know you'll figure out something, Reverend.
In times like this,
the Good Lord always finds a way.
-[echoey voice] Can't wait 'til I can fix up this place
so you don't have to be doin' stuff like this no more.
[Vanessa] More like a false prophet turnin' false profits.
[Baxter] I don't know what to tell ya, Rev.,
investing in anything is a gamble.
[Jordan] If he did that to me, I'd just go up in his crib
and take back what was mine.
-[sighs]
-Hey, Jordan, uh, can I talk to you for a second?
Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo,
that, that is a nice watch.
-Thanks. I worked hard for it.
-You know, it must've been difficult,
considering your past and every--
Well, okay, I didn't mean that. What I meant was, like--
-It's fine. What can I do for you?
-You know that, that thing you said earlier?
You know, just about taking the money back from Baxter, and,
how, how would I go about doing that?
-You're joking, right?
Rev, I was just talkin'.
This ain't the kinda thing you wanna get yourself mixed up in.
-You weren't wrong, though.
I took an oath to protect this community
by any means necessary,
and if the police can't help and the banks won't,
then it's on me to get that money back and save the church.
I, I... I just need a little guidance.
-[sighs] Look, Rev,
I appreciate everything you and the church have done for me
these past couple years.
This group has really helped keep me
on the straight and narrow.
But I can't get involved in something like this.
-I, I understand. Thanks, anyway.
Oh, and Jordan,
I'd appreciate, you know,
you keep this discussion between you and me.
-Wait you're,
you're not still gonna go through with this, are you?
-When you're part of something
that means so much to so many people,
you gotta be willing to do whatever it takes to protect it.
And I wouldn't be able to live with myself
if I just sat back and did nothing.
[sombre music turns suspenseful]
***
* Oh, oh, oh yeah
* Oh, oh, oh no no
* Oh, oh, oh yeah
* Oh, oh, oh no no
[pensive sigh]
-Yeah! Okay!
Hey! Hey!
Put the money in the bag, or else!
Put the money in the bag,
otherwise people gonna get hurt!
Oh, I tried to warn you, sucker!
May God have mercy on your soul!
Brap-brap-brap!
[Benjamin's phone buzzes]
Who is it?!
[Jordan] Reverend Wright? Is that you?
-Oh, uh... Jordan?
-This a bad time?
-No, no. I was just, um...
I was just re-reading the Bible.
-I thought about what you said.
The way I see it, you're doin' this for all the right reasons.
Most people who steal do it for themselves;
you're doing it to help others.
So, morally, I can abide by it.
-What'chu tryin' to say, Jordan?
-Get some sleep. 'Cause tomorrow,
we start planning how to get your money back.
***
* Yeahhhh
-It's on now! It's on now, man!
* Yeahhhh, yeahhhh
-Yeah!
[tires rumble]
[window hums]
-What're you wearing, man?
This is a stakeout, not date night.
Go grab something outta the lost and found.
[cars honk]
-Two possible entry points:
one in the front, one in the back.
No camera on the back door, though.
[audio device clunks]
-Whoa, whoa, what is that thing?
-It's a parabolic sound amplifier.
It's a little something from back in the day.
-Whoa, whoa, man.
Now, that sounds cool!
Yeah, that sounds...
Where'd you get the van?
-It's my work truck.
[door creaks open]
[speech recorder beeps on]
-Security guard in the main office.
Walks the perimeter every 30 minutes or so.
On his phone a lot.
-You a rug salesman?
-Carpet installation. -Right.
What's the difference, because you got like, 15 rugs--
-Come on, man! Pay attention.
We're supposed to be gathering intel, here.
-Right, right. M-m-my bad.
Casing the joint. [sighs]
[engine revs]
-Oh, oh! There's goes Baxter, right there!
[engine cuts off, door closes]
[Randy] Mr. Whitcomb, can you give me a hand?
It's pretty, pretty heavy. -[irritated exhale
-Alright, one, two, three! [effort grunts]
Do you have a phone charger cable I could borrow?
-Again? No, Randy!
I pay you to look after this building,
not spend all day looking for dates.
-By the way, is your cousin still a hard no?
-Shut up! -Okay.
-Suspicious looking bag.
-You think he got the church's money in there?
-Does the Pope wear a pointy hat?
-Ha, ha! We gotta find out where they're putting that.
-I got an idea.
[upbeat suspenseful music]
***
Let me borrow that hoodie real quick.
***
-Yo, man, you lookin' to buy any phone accessories,
or anything like that? I got phone cases--
-Uh, a charging cable?
-Yeah, I got phone chargers. Yeah, I got cables.
-Uh, how much? -Ten dollars.
-I'll give ya five.
-Five? Come on, man. How 'bout eight?
- How 'bout five and I won't call the cops
on your raggedy-looking ass? -Alright, alright.
No need to get the authorities involved.
-Same time.
-Yeah!
***
[audio feedback squeals]
***
[door creaks open, shuts]
-Only $49,995 to go!
-Now what?
-Wait for them to call us.
[door creaks open and closes]
[phone beeps]
[outlet crackles and sparks, smoke hisses]
[water hisses, alarm bell rings]
-Ahg!
[alarm bell rings loudly]
[relieved sigh]
[music intensifies]
[Sherry] 10:50 a.m., carpeting truck arrives.
Likely here to survey damages from yesterday's fire alarm.
-You Jordan the carpet guy?
-You Randy who started the electrical fire?
-Right this way.
[suspenseful music]
-Yeah. Righty-oh!
Well, I will be by later, to grab that money from you,
and we will have you and your family in your dream home,
in no time.
That's right, cash or money order.
Okay. A sucker is born every minute!
What's up?
-The carpet guy is here. -Finally!
I'm wearing $1,000 loafers in this shag swamp.
[water trickles]
I want these carpets installed ASAP.
-Sounds good. Just need a couple of minutes
to get some measurements.
What's this office? 30 by 30?
[Baxter] Mm-hmm.
-Any damage behind that door?
-Nothing that concerns you!
Listen to me, you just focus on this office,
the lobby out there, and that hallway.
You got that?
-Sounds good. Just gimme a couple minutes
to get some dimensions. -Mm-hmm.
[toolbox clatters]
- Randy? What did I tell you about sitting on the furniture?
Will you get back to work? -Mm-hmm!
[door creaks]
***
[toolbox rattles]
[suspenseful music]
***
[measuring wheel rattles]
[footsteps squelch]
***
[door creaks]
[suspenseful music]
[footsteps thud]
[grate clunks]
[suspenseful music]
***
-[sighs] [stomach growls]
[deep sigh]
Oh.
[romantic music, bell tolls]
[door clunks open]
[grunts with effort]
[door closes]
-Huh?
[suspenseful music]
* I couldn't even pray so I say *
* We're just sinners
* Sing Thy praise
News Anchor: Overdose deaths rose sharply--
-Reverend Wright! [phone clatters]
-Agent Sykes! Wh, what are you doing here?
-Funny, I was just about to ask you the same thing!
-Well, um, [clears throat]
I had a coupon, so...
What, what brings you here?
-Oh, I'm not really at liberty to say, but um,
just between you and me,
I'm here staking out Baxter's office.
-Oh!
-Not to pry, but did I just watch you climb out
of that carpeting van?
-Uh...yeah.
Yeah, I suppose so.
-New line of work?
-Well, gotta find something,
now that the church is closing, so.
-Must be hard, your first client is the same man
you defrauded your church out of $50,000.
-Yeah. Why do you think they have me staying in the van,
right? [laughs]
Ah! [laughs] Ah!
But the Good Lord preaches forgiveness, you know,
just turn the other cheek.
-Also says, "an eye for an eye."
-Yeah, he says, says a lot of things. Look at the time!
See, I gotta go back to the van,
so, it was great seein' ya, Agent Sykes!
And best of luck on your investigation.
[table jingles]
***
-I need you to run a plate for me.
***
[taps golf ball]
[Exhales]
-You big into golf?
-It's the sport of kings.
Great for networking, too.
-As long as you let 'em win.
-You play? -From time to time.
Is that real gold?
-Just so you know,
I have cameras all over this building.
-Job shouldn't take more than a few hours.
Just need a day where the office will be clear
so I can tear everything up.
-Sunday. I have my regular tee time at the country club.
Office will be empty.
-Works for me. -Fine!
Randy will let you in if he hasn't burned the place
to the ground by then!
[globe squeaks]
- One time.
-Sunday, it is.
-How'd it go?
-This is gonna be a lot harder than I thought.
-Oh.
Oh!
I went to, I went to Sticky Fingers.
You know, really good ribs.
I had a coupon! But it was expired,
but they took it anyway, so.
Still there? Gone?
-This ain't just gonna be some smash and grab job.
Aside from the guard,
there are four security cameras,
all monitored by a closed circuit system
located in the security office.
On top of that, the cash is likely in this sucker,
the X2000.
Facial recognition, laser sensors,
and a reinforced steel door.
That's the best personal security lock
that money could buy. -So, it's gonna be tough?
-Damn near impossible. -[sighs]
-You need at least a five-man crew to pull off a job this big,
and not just any five jokers off the street.
We're talkin' specialists.
Somebody to keep Randy busy.
-Y'all don't know what it's like to have a bird
that just talks, and talks, and talks!
- Someone who can hack into the camera system.
-I'll hack into the DMV database
and hit that sucker with three years' worth of parking tickets.
-A reliable wheelman.
-He cuts me off
and then has the nerve to give me the bird?
-Someone who's light enough on their feet
to avoid the laser sensors.
-I got named captain of the double-Dutch team.
- And finally, we gonna need a utility guy.
Jack of all trades.
- It's a birdhouse with a secret compartment.
-If we can fill out this roster, we might have a shot
at pulling this thing off.
-I think I know the crew for the job!
-Alright, um...
[suspenseful music]
Come.
[exhales]
I just wanna thank y'all for meeting with me today.
Before we get started, I just wanna say that
what I'm about to ask you goes above and beyond
the normal preacher-parishioner relationship.
Each one of y'all got a set of skills
I need to help save the church, and normally,
I would never get ya involved in something like this,
but I'm out of time and I'm out of options.
So, if y'all don't wanna get involved in this,
you wanna leave right now, I completely understand and--
-Rev, Rev, Rev, I think I speak for all of us
when I say there's nothing that we wouldn't do
for you wan the church.
-Alright.
[sighs] This Sunday,
in between the morning and afternoon service,
we're gonna break into Baxter Whitcomb's office
and take back the money he stole from the church.
-Have you lost your mind?! You know I have priors!
-GTA IRL! - I'm in!
[Jack] No! No, no, you're not!
-Why us?
-Because I need a crew I can trust.
Five people who have as much at stake in this place as I do.
-That's sweet and all, but none of us know
the first thing about pulling off no heist!
-I thought of that. That's why we've got Jordan!
-Yeah, didn't he go to prison? - Twice.
-If he's been locked up twice, he must not be very good at it.
-No, no, no, no, no, not at all!
When Jordan was gang, gang, gang,
he was a very accomplished criminal!
-Oh, and that's supposed to make us feel better?
-Okay, look-- -I mean, no offence.
-Look, I-I can't go to jail.
You know what they'll do to me in there.
[Jack] Yeah, me-me neither! I got a family to feed.
-Sorry, handsome, I'm out, too.
-Shame on y'all!
After everything this church has done for us!
After your road rage incident with city transit,
who gave you a job?
-Well, the church did.
-And Jack, after your wife passed away,
who watched Skipper while you were out working doubles?
-Well, the church.
-And Nas, who pitched in to buy you that
little video game you're always playing down here?
-Well, it said Santa,
but now I'm guessing it was the church.
-And Skipper,
ain't nothin' wrong with you, child.
You're just cute as a button.
But the point I'm trying to make is
this whole thing is bigger than us.
How the church goes, so does this community.
Since I was a little girl,
this church has been a beacon of hope
for the African American community.
From Jim Crow to Civil Rights,
Monroe Baptist has been a place our people could turn to
for strength and guidance.
We can't let someone like Baxter Whitcomb
take that away from us.
He's trying to steal our faith!
So, now, we've got no choice but to steal it back.
So, whatever you need, Reverend,
I'm in.
***
-I'm in, too.
-Yeah, me too.
-You've got me!
-Me, too. Yeah, I'm in.
***
-Agent Sykes.
So nice to see you out of that unmarked car for once.
Thank you, Randy.
-I'm afraid I'm gonna be out there until
I've got enough to take you in.
-Then, I hope those seats have good lumbar support.
-You'll know soon enough.
-Something I can help you with?
-There's been another complaint filed against you.
You stealing from churches now?
-Agent Sykes! I am offended.
You know I would never do something like that.
Unfortunately, God, and the stock market,
work in mysterious ways.
-You seem to be doing alright!
-What can I say? Some people lose their shirt;
others can afford to buy a new one.
Well then, if there's nothing else I can help you with.
-You could let me take a look inside this safe.
-Sure thing! Just as soon as you produce a warrant.
-Oh, don't you worry! It's comin'.
-Until then, Agent Sykes, nice to see ya.
[ominous music]
-All we have is three days to prepare this thing,
and each of y'all has a role to play.
-You want me to build suction cup shoes or a plunger gun,
or something like that?
-Nope. New carpet dolly.
-Oh.
-With a secret compartment.
-Now you're talkin'.
-There's a big old door that no one can get through,
so what we need you to do is,
we need you to crawl through this teeny, tiny,
little tunnel and drop down behind it,
and once you get there,
there's gonna be a bunch of flashing lights,
so we need you to double-Dutch,
and keep double-Dutching over those flashing lights,
to get to the big, old, red button.
When you push that big, old, red button,
the big, old door opens up, and then you win the game!
Huh? How's that sound?
Did you, did you get all that, Honey?
-I think so?
Basically, you need me to crawl through an air duct,
avoid the rotating laser system,
and flip the manual override switch that disables the alarm.
Unlock the reinforced steel door
and allow the team to reach the safe.
We watch a lot of spy movies.
-Need you to access the security cameras
to loop and erase footage. The only catch is,
it's a closed system, so you can't hack in.
-I could access it remotely
using a wireless HDMI transmitter.
-Yes! Yes! Okay, we need one of those.
Alright, where do we get 'em, like, the dark web,
the black market, or?
-Any electronics store.
The only thing I need is a strong internet connection
with 100 yards of the mainframe.
-I think I know a place.
To keep up appearances,
you're gonna have to keep your normal Sunday route
while shuttling us to and from the heist,
so you gotta get passengers off quick.
-You sure this old girl is up to it?
-Oh, don't you worry, sugar.
She might have a few miles on her,
but she's still all good under the hood.
-More importantly,
a getaway driver has got to keep their cool.
-You think you can handle that?
-[chuckles] I can handle whatever you throw at me, baby.
And then some.
***
-But wait, there's more.
[disco music plays]
For the after party.
[laughing]
Every Sunday, my parents would give me a nickel
to spend down the store with the other children.
Back in those days, we called them
"Buffalo-Di-Oh's"
because them old nickels used to have buffaloes on 'em.
Two "Buffalo-Di-Oh's for a dime" we used to say.
And mind you, that was a lot of money back then.
Enough to buy you a hot ham sandwich and a slice of pie,
with enough left over
to watch a two-part matinee down the cinema.
Now, I... [exhales]
I can't remember what my point was.
But how exactly am I supposed to keep
this guard distracted?
-Just... be yourself.
-Well, I can do that!
[laughs] Been doin' that for years!
[rope taps ground rhythmically]
[feet thud on ground]
[rope whistling through air, rhythmic tapping]
-Yes! [bell dings]
Yes! Yes!
-You all set for tomorrow?
-Lord willing.
-How you feeling?
-Nervous.
-I can imagine.
-But a bit excited, you know?
-Excited?
-I mean, there's a lot of moving parts,
but if we just stick to the plan,
then we're gonna be able to pull this thing off.
-Pull what off?
[utensils clatter] -[coughs]
-Benjamin! Are you okay?
-Oh, yeah! I'm okay.
-You sure!? -Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[knock on door] Oh, don't worry about that.
Don't worry about that, baby. You just, you've got some salad.
-But who, who is it? - No one.
[mumbles] Just the FBI. [clears throat]
Agent Sykes.
We're glad to see ya.
-Hope I'm not interrupting?
I know you've got a big day tomorrow.
It being your last service and all.
-Oh, yeah, yeah, that's right.
Of course, yeah.
- I don't wanna take up too much of your time,
but the reason I'm here is I ran the plates
on that carpeting man the other day.
The vehicle came back registered to a member
of your congregation, Jordan May.
Are you aware of Mr. May's criminal history?
-We all have a past.
-Well, larceny, grand larceny,
breaking and entering, armed robbery.
-Some more colorful than others.
-Look, the last thing I wanna do is accuse someone
like yourself of any wrongdoing,
but you have to admit,
it looks suspicious taking a job from a known criminal,
who just so happens to be working for the same man
who defrauded your church out of $50,000.
-What're you trying to say?
For the next few days, I'm gonna be tailing Mr. May,
and if he so much as scratches his butt funny,
I'm gonna bust him for interfering
with an ongoing federal investigation,
along with anyone else who might be involved.
So, for both your sakes,
let your man know that I'll be watching him.
-Okay, Agent Sykes.
You have a great night.
-You too. -Okay.
-Nighty. -You take care...now.
-You got some explaining to do.
-That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!
What on earth made you think
you could pull something like this off?
- Well, for one, we have a solid crew.
-A solid crew!
You've got a backwards handyman,
a disgruntled bus driver, two high school students,
and a 70-year-old chatterbox running point!
-You forgot Jordan.
- Oh, I'm sorry,
who could forget the carpet-laying ex-con
calling all the shots?!
-Look, it's a good plan.
-You've got the FBI watching you!
-Technically, they're watching Jordan!
-Benjamin, stop.
It's over!
-It can't be!
If this plan dies, then so does the church,
and you know I can't let that happen, Vanessa!
I just have to think.
-Benjamin, you heard her.
She's not playing around.
They've got Jordan all teed up.
Do you really want him to do another 18?
-[echoey] Even picked up a new hobby.
-[gasps] That's it! That is it!
Oh, I got the perfect way to keep Jordan safe
and keep Sykes off our backs. It's all thanks to you, baby.
-Nuh-uh! -I'm not involved in this!
No! -It's your plan!
-What? -You're part of the crew, now.
-Who says I wanna be part of this mishmash crew?
-'Cuz it's in our marriage vows.
-And what vow was that?
-For better or worse.
[chuckles lightly]
And all this time, I thought I was playing it safe,
marrying a preacher.
-Nope. You roll the dice.
-Stop. -You know... you know that.
[birds chirp, indistinct chatter]
[watch ticks rhythmically]
-[sighs] It's time.
[upbeat suspenseful music]
***
[engine rumbles]
[tires crunch]
[rope whooshes through air]
[spray hisses]
***
[bus engine sputters and rumbles]
[knuckles crack]
-Suspect pulled into parking lot
off of Beatrice Avenue in blue carpeting van.
[Golfer] Fore!
-Thank you so much. -Thank you so much.
-Thank you. God bless. -Thank you.
[door closes]
-First service is complete. Church is clear.
How're you lookin', Marge?
[radio clicks, static]
-Would be right on time
if some people would quit draggin' their dang feet!
No, stop.
Calm. Count to ten.
-Nas, how're you and Gabs?
-We're in place. Connecting to the Wi-Fi now.
[keys clicks]
[line rings]
-Jordan, you got a visual on Sykes?
-Right behind me. - Oh, good.
Whatever you do, don't let her lose sight of ya.
-I don't like this changing up the plan this last minute.
-You need an alibi. This is the best way to keep you safe.
Everything's gonna be okay.
Just take it slow and buy us some time.
Trust in God, and keep your eye on the ball.
-You sure you still wanna go through with this?
-When I became Reverend,
I took an oath to protect this place by any means necessary.
If Moses can walk 40 years in the desert,
and Jesus can die on the cross for his people,
then I can risk going to jail for mine.
-You know I love it when you get all Biblical on me.
-Well, then, you better start praying, baby,
because we gonna be sinning tonight.
-Ooh! Hallelujah! Go!
-Alright.
[suspenseful music]
-Alright, you two ready?
Let's boogie!
[air whooshes, effort grunt]
Where the heck is this guy?
[cart rattles]
-Sorry, I'm late.
-Carpet guy?
-It's Jordan, actually.
-What is going on?
-What're you doing here?
-Looks like we've been paired up together.
-Well, then, who's installing my carpets?
-I got my team handling it.
-Your team?
[door creaks open]
-Hey, we're here about the carpets.
-Where's the other guy?
-Boss don't work on Sundays.
-I'm gonna have to clear this with Mr. Whitcomb.
[keys click, line rings]
[Baxter's phone buzzes]
-Any day, now.
What, are you gonna tee off on a par 5 with a wedge?
-Oh, right. My bad.
-Hey, how 'bout we make this a little more... interesting?
Say, $20 a hole?
-I thought we'd play just a friendly game.
-Call it a gentleman's wager.
-I guess so! You better pay up if I win.
[scoffs] -Don't worry about me, pal.
I got bags of cash.
Go ahead.
-Hey, look, man.
We're both gonna get in trouble if we don't get this done.
So, how 'bout you just get on outta the way
and let us do our job.
-Alright.
-Okay, just push this.
Just go in front, just... -Yeah! [grunts]
-get it... good.
[effort grunts]
[Jack's stomach gurgles loudly]
-Leaving to pick up the next group
for the afternoons service. -Copy.
[engine starts]
[rumbling]
-Okay, you can start here, in the hallway,
then the lobby.
My boss wants me in with you when you're doing his office.
-Ow! -What was that?
-[belches loudly]
-I'm gonna go do my rounds now.
I'll be back.
[Jack's stomach gurgles loudly]
-[exhales] Nice cover.
-I don't get the connection, here.
Are they working together?
[whacks grass] [Baxter scoffs]
You do landscaping, too?
Because you're one hell of a weedwhacker.
[thwacks ball]
Lucky shot.
[Jack's stomach gurgles loudly]
-Hey, man, little help here?
-Just give me a second, Rev. Ugh.
-I don't know what I'm doing!
-I thought that was part of your job.
-Man, we didn't go through carpet installation.
[hits cart, disco music plays]
- Everything okay here, fellas?
-The lights help detect mildew.
Technology.
-Oh, yeah?
Technology.
***
[slam, music stops]
[Benjamin] Hawk has left the nest.
[footsteps thud]
-Parrot's outta the cage.
[keys jingle]
-Excuse me, young man,
would you mind giving me directions?
-Of course, ma'am. Where're ya headed?
-Well, you see, it's my grand-niece's birthday.
I'd ask her mother,
but we aren't on speaking terms, right now.
Last Christmas, she wanted top open presents
the night before, which I don't agree with.
Call me old-fashioned, but when I was a child--
-Squawkbox engaged.
[stomach gurgles loudly, farts]
***
-Nas, which computer do I plug it into?
-The mainframe. -Which one's the mainframe?
-I don't know! Just pick one.
[suspenseful music]
-Okay, I'm in.
[keys clack, computer chimes]
-Not the mainframe.
I repeat, not a mainframe!
[cart rattles]
[stomach gurgles loudly]
[exhales]
Come on, come on, come on!
[keys clack]
[stomach gurgles]
-Alright, I'm in.
Get to work, and I'll start looping the footage.
-Oh, thank God.
[drill whirrs, grate clatters]
[pained grunt]
[stomach gurgles]
[knocks on cart]
-Are you okay? Wake up. Let's go.
-Yeah, I'm alright.
Dad, are you okay? -Okay, please.
No, there's no time! Just get into the vent!
- But what about the-- - No, it's okay!
Everything's okay! Just get in the vent.
-But what about the-- -[yells] Get in the vent!
There's no time, please! Do you have your walkie?
Okay, good, good, good. Just cover your ears
and plug your noses. There's gonna be a big explosion.
[farts loudly] -Oh!
[gasps for air] -Oh.
[gas sputters loudly]
[effort grunts]
[gas sputters loudly]
-Oh, golly! Noooooo!!!
-Jack, you okay?
-He's gone. It's just me, now.
-What do you mean, he's gone?
-Just get to the vault door. I'm almost in position.
[effort grunts]
[door creaks shut]
-Chickens are in the henhouse.
About to drop them off to roost.
How's it lookin' on your end? -Clear skies.
Just waiting for baby bird to leave the nest.
-Hang tight for pickup.
[grunts quietly, grate rattles]
-Come on!
[grate creaks and rattles]
Okay.
[lasers buzz]
Baby bird leaving the nest.
[quietly] * Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack *
* All dressed in black, black, black *
[landing thud] Ooh!
* With silver buttons, buttons, buttons *
***
[computer beeps]
-What the...?
-A gold golf ball.
Really? [sucks his teeth]
[Nas] We've got a situation, here.
You didn't tell me the free Wi-Fi
had a 30-minute limit.
-Well, how was I supposed to know that?
-You said you come here all the time!
-Not for half an hour!
I put down a rack of ribs in five minutes, flat!
-Okay, well I'm about to lose the feed.
-Hold on, we're almost there.
Skipper, how ya doin', Honey?
Reaching the override button.
What?! Hmm!
It's not working!
Rev, there's a button and a lever!
You have to do both at the same time,
but I can't reach it!
-But that wasn't part of the plan!
-I'm gonna have to hack into the restaurant's home Wi-Fi.
-Alright, do it! -It'll take a few minutes
and I won't be able to loop the feed.
-What does that mean? -It means get somewhere
where there ain't any cameras.
Alright, um... going dark in 5...
4...
3...
2...
and...1.
[computer beeps, landing thud]
-Whew! I made it.
[gas sputters loudly] -Occupied!
[gas sputters loudly] -Repenting for my sins.
[sputtering intensifies] Oh!
-Oh! It's in my mouth.
[gas sputters loudly]
-Oh, why does it smell like turnips?!
I don't know if these two are in cahoots or what,
but that man, Jordan, is a terrible golfer.
-You almost done? I can't take much more of this guy's mouth.
-We've got big problems. Nas lost the feed,
Skipper's trapped in the safe, and Jack--
-I ate Gabs' brownies! [gas sputters]
-Hold up, what do you mean, she's trapped in the safe?
-There's a button and a lever!
-Yo! What's the hold up? Let's go!
-Look, I gotta go. Send somebody in there after her.
-Well, what'd he say, Rev?
-One of us has to go in after her!
[gas sputters]
-Don't look at me! I'm indisposed, man!
-Oh, Lord!
-Down $200 by the 10th hole.
Looks like my carpets are about to be free-ninety-nine!
Matter of fact, I'm gonna call my guy,
see how your boys are doin' with that installation.
Or, we could go $100 a hole?
Give me a mulligan.
Chance to win my money back.
Unless that's too rich for your blood.
Why don't we make it $200 a hole?
Now, we're talkin'.
[chuckles]
***
I was thinkin', with this westerly wind,
I got a clear shot to the pin with my 3-iron.
Nice and easy, up and down.
-Okay.
-Better have my money.
***
[sand patters]
-You want some sunscreen? A beach towel?
[smacks dirt, dirt patters] -Ugh!
-How 'bout some flip-flops?
[exasperated exhale]
***
[light tap]
-Ugh! [club whooshes]
[music intensifies]
Your shot. [clears throat]
-Hmm.
-He's hustling him!
-Ha! Mine's closer.
[ball clatters in cup]
-Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.
-What?!
[Jack] Don't screw up! You've gotta really
Lather yourself up! Get it all over.
-You really think this will work?
-It did that time Nas got his head stuck in the bannister
at church. -Okay, I think I'm ready!
-Okay.
-Ah!
Okay, okay. Okay.
[wobbly] No.
[grunts]
-Uh...[grunts]
[light tap, Clubs rattle]
[Baxter clears throat]
[chuckles lightly]
[starts cart engine, gravel crunches]
[grunting]
Ah! I'm stuck! Ah!
Ahhhh! I'm stuck!
-Well, ya gotta wiggle a bit, like a fish swimming upstream!
[grunts]
[metal rumbles loudly]
[chuckles cheerfully]
Ah! Ah!
-Reverend Wright? -Hey!
[grunts]
I'm here to save you, Skipper!
-Alright. [grunts]
-Come grab my hand, I'll pull you up.
-But what about the mission? -Forget it.
Your safety's more important than all that. Come.
Come here. Come on. Hey! -Ugh!
It's the soap. Ah!
[grunting]
Come on!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! -Careful!
-Whoa!
* Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack *
* All dressed in black, Black *
* With silver buttons, buttons, buttons *
* All down her back, back, back *
* She jumped so high, high, high *
* She reached the sky, sky, sky *
[Button clicks, lever clicks, door clunks open]
[happy exhales]
-We did it! [laughs joyously]
-We did it! -Yes, they did! Yes!
-They did it!
[flushes toilet]
-Yeah!! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Okay, y'all, I'm gonna... we should get on.
-And I turned to him and said,
"If there's a catfish, then where's his whiskers?"
And he said...
-Lady, I've gotta get back to work.
Good luck with... everything.
-Stall! Stall! -But, but my directions!
-Lady, you're making my ears bleed.
[soft spiritual music]
[door creaks and shuts]
Chickens are home to roost.
Mother hen is heading back for dust-off.
[loud rock music starts]
Now we're talkin'!
I've decided to discontinue surveillance on the suspect.
It appears his only goal was to hustle
some money out of the target, using a calculated misdirection.
[chuckles] Hit him with the old long con.
***
It was a long con!
***
-Some brownies, eh!
How ya feelin'?
-[exhales] Like I could walk on water!
[laughing]
1... 2... 3!
[grunting] [thuds heavily]
-How much is in this thing? -I haven't checked,
but it feels like a fortune! [laughs]
[Nas] Hawk's heading back to the nest.
-All clear! Package is secure.
We're ready for dust-off. -You guys still have to grab
the wireless transmitter, or they're gonna be able
to track the serial number back to us.
-You go. I'll meet ya at the back door.
Alright! [pants]
[grunting]
-Oh, man!
-If you need directions so bad, go buy yourself a map!
-I never heard a man in uniform
talk to an old lady like that!
-Oh!
-Ma'am, if you don't clear this property immediately,
I'll be forced to do more than just talk.
You understand?
-All clear. You've got five minutes
to get out of there before the loop ends, so hurry up!
-Oh, I understand just fine! -Oh no!
-Oh no, what?
[front door opens]
[suspenseful music]
[hard thud, grunts]
-Respect your elders! -Oh, snap!
-What, what happened?
-Gabs done drop him like a bad habit!
-[chuckles] Thank God she keeps that thang on her.
Alright, meet us round back. Marge will be here soon.
[sighs] It's all I got on me.
-It's all good. I'll just add it to the rest of my bill.
-Hey!
I'm not stupid.
I know what you did out there. You hustled me.
-As a mediocre golfer once said,
a sucker's born every minute!
-Was that... was that me?
Hey! Was that supposed to be me!
[grunting] -Easy.
[cart rattles]
[Gabby chuckles]
-I can't believe we pulled this off.
-I know! -It's a miracle!
Ah! I just feel like I'm forgetting something.
[Skipper] Yeah, me! -Right!
[Skipper knocks inside cart] [gasps for air]
-Oh, Sweetie. I'm so sorry, Sweetie.
You're okay.
-Nas, how're we doin' on time? -Right on the money.
-Speaking of money,
you know, today,
with the strength of God and the spirit of teamwork,
we pulled off the impossible.
It's just like the Good Book says,
"blessed is the righteous man,
for he doth reap what he does sow."
And whatever-- -With all due respect,
we can listen to you preach later.
Just open up that bag and let's count this loot!
[engine rumbles] [unzips bag, honking]
-Well, come on! How much is in there?
-Is it more than you expected?
[Nas] A million? [Skipper] Two million?
-Come on, man! Ha, ha!
***
[door creaks open]
Let's go, y'all! Clock's tickin'!
[turns engine off]
What're you all gawking at?
Some golf clubs? [All] What?
There has to be some cash in here, somewhere.
-No! -Well, check the pockets, man!
-Where is everything?
-Don't blame yourself, Reverend.
You tried your best.
-There is nothing in there, either!
-No, I didn't.
[Nas] There's nothing? [Skipper] No!
-First, I lost all the church's money.
Then I put you five in danger, trying to steal it back.
That's not me at my best.
That's me at my worst.
What kind of man have I become?
-A man of God!
The Shepherd of our flock.
Sometimes the Shepherd has to make hard decisions
in order to protect us from wolves
and other such things!
That doesn't make you a bad man;
it makes you a strong leader,
willing to risk everything for his people.
That's what a good man is.
Wow, this guy was a really good golf player.
It's a bunch of ones, and two,
and zeroes on this scorecard.
-Ain't no zeroes in golf. Let me see that!
-[echoey] We need proof of an illicit offshore account.
[upbeat music]
[laughs excitedly]
These ain't golf scores!
Oh, this little baby's gonna save the church!
[phone rings]
-Hey! Hey, Jordan, great news! It turns out that--
-No time! I just wrapped the back nine
and my tail's gone AWOL.
-Is that some golf term, or...? -Sykes is gone!
She's probably on her way back to Baxter's office, as we speak.
-We got to go! We gotta go! Let's go!
-Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! -Come on, grab this.
-One second. Okay. -He's got it! Come on.
-Push. Push! Push it!
Now Marge, I usually don't condone speeding,
but given the circumstances-- -Ah! Say no more, Rev!
Buckle up, y'all!!
[tires screech] -Ah!
[laughs]
[upbeat music]
-Okay. Okay.
-Good afternoon.
Hi.
Hi, good afternoon.
[music intensifies]
[gasping]
-Hey! No gettin' sick in my van!
You better swallow it!
-Ah! There!
-Afternoon, Mrs. Wright.
I need to speak with the Reverend, quickly.
-Uh, well, we're just about to start our service.
-It'll only take a second.
-Oh, it's the fuzz! Turn around back!
-You know what? In that case...
-Wasn't that your church van? -No, I don't think so.
Uh, just follow me.
-On second thought, I think I'll just wait out here.
Don't wanna bother the Reverend before his final service.
-It's no bother. -I insist.
-Uh, okay.
I guess I'm just gonna get the choir started.
***
[choir sings]
-You're goin' the wrong way, dear.
Front of the church is this way!
-I know, I'm just-
[garbage can crashes] -Ah!
[upbeat suspenseful music]
[gasps, pants]
***
[cat screeches]
[gravel crunches]
[choir sings in distance, Benjamin whistles]
[knocking on door]
-Reverend Wright, we need to talk!
[sputters]
[boxes crash]
-Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, you're killin' me!
-Hello?
Somebody there?
[running footsteps thud]
-Oh, Lord! Not again!
[grunts]
[effort grunts]
***
[footsteps thud quickly]
***
What do we have here?
***
[choir sings in background]
[rushing thudding footsteps]
[toilet flushes]
-Agent Sykes.
Was that you doin' all that knocking?
-Hope it's okay I let myself in.
-Oh, of course. Sorry to keep you waiting.
I just had to exorcise some demons before the next service,
you know. -Didn't need to know all that.
-Well, what can I help you with?
-Well, you see, Reverend,
I got this feeling, a sneaking suspicion I just can't shake,
and I think you hold the key to all of it?
-Me?
-I don't wanna take up any more of your time,
but before I go, I need to know one thing...
when was the last time Baxter Whitcomb was at your church?
-Baxter Whitcomb, uh, you know, I don't know.
Maybe sometime last week. Just...
-You're sure about that?
-Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. [clears throat]
Yes. Yes.
-Okay. That's all I needed to hear.
-Wait, that's it?
You came all the way down here for that?
-No, there is one more thing.
I just wanna say how sorry I am
for what's happened to your church.
From what I've heard,
your services will be missed in this community.
-Oh, well thank you very much, Agent Sykes,
that's very sweet of you say.
Oh, would you like to join us for our final service?
I mean, all are welcome. -I'd love to,
but I'm afraid something's just come up
that requires my immediate attention.
But best of luck to you, Reverend.
-And to you, Agent Sykes.
Uh, call it divine intervention,
but I believe you're gonna find whatever you need
to take down Baxter Whitcomb. -I think so, too.
It's like they always say,
God never closes a door without opening a window.
[ominous music]
* I'm gonna lay down my burden *
* Down by the riverside
* I'm gonna lay down my burden *
* Down by the riverside
* To study war no more
-I had a sermon prepared for today's service.
But given the circumstances, I think it's best
I just speak from the heart. [All] Mm-hmm.
-Words cannot describe how terrible I feel
about losing the church's money.
I thought I could take out a loan,
fix this place up, all by myself.
When all I needed to do was look around
at the perfectly capable crew
standing beside me.
Because what is a chapel without a congregation?
Or a church without community?
We are what give this building life.
While there may be a lot of history
in these bricks and boards,
we're the ones who put it there!
We're the ones that gave it all meaning.
[Congregation] Yes! -So, whatever happens...
[Man] That's the truth, right there!
-we will continue to build our proud history,
brick by brick, board by board!
[All] Mm-hmm. Yes!
-That being said, I have no plans of leaving this place.
They may have our backs against the wall
and our feet to the fire,
but that ain't nothin' new for us now, is it?
[All] No, sir! -We will persevere
because we have persevered,
for years, for decades, for centuries!
This old beat-up chapel's proof enough of that!
Can I preach it like I feel it, y'all!
- Preach!
-I will not give up or back down.
Won't be told to move along
because this ain't just about a building, y'all.
This is about our history.
Our heritage! [Man] Amen!
-And as I stand before you today,
I promise each and every one of you, as God as my witness,
this building, this church,
this community, will be here
for long, long, long, long,
long, long, long time!
Come hell, come high water, or the second coming!
Can I get an Amen? [All] Amen!
-Can I get an Amen? [All] Amen!
[Man] Woo! That's what I'm talking about.
[cheering and applause]
[Man] Amen!
-[sighs]
Oh, you gotta be kidding me!
What the hell happened to you?
-I got jumped while I was doing my rounds.
It was a big guy, seven feet tall.
I got a few good shots in, though.
Don't care. What's going on with these carpets?
-Oh, they uh, they left a note.
[footsteps squish]
-Randy! We've been robbed!
[sirens wail]
Oh, thank God. They've been notified.
[pounding on door] [Man] FBI!
-Where is it? I just had it!
[items clatter]
-It's not in the van! -Or in the hallway!
-Nothing in the back alley either!
-Alright, just keep lookin'!
It's gotta be around here somewhere!
-What are y'all looking for, anyway?
-Reverend, where's the cash?
Oh, phew! You scared me for a second, there.
What are these?
-Golf clubs. -I can see that.
Where's the take from the safe? -You're looking at it.
-So, then, what are we looking for?
-A scorecard! -A scorecard?
-Scorecard? What, you wanna double check his handicap,
or something? -No!
It had a routing number on it, like the one Sykes showed me.
If we can get that to the FBI,
they can use it to track down our money!
But I can't find it!
-Y'all heard the man, keep looking! Keep looking!
[Nas] Rev! -Ha!
Y'all gotta come see this.
-Let's go, let's go. -Come on. Go, go, go.
-I'm standing outside the office
of local financial advisor, Baxter Whitcomb,
who, as you can see, has just been apprehended
after being accused of defrauding his clients
out of nearly half a million dollars.
With me now is lead investigator,
Special Agent Sherry Sykes.
Agent Sykes, how were you and your team
able to bring Mr. Whitcomb to justice?
[Sherry] Due the ongoing nature of this investigation,
I'm afraid I can't share much, but what I will say
is we recovered a document on the property
of one of Mr. Whitcomb's victims,
linking the suspect to an illicit offshore bank account.
-And how were you able to make such a miraculous discovery?
-I don't wanna say it was Divine Intervention,
but the Lord does work in mysterious ways.
-How'd she get that?!
It must've fell out of my pocket when I was climbing in
through the window! [All laugh excitedly]
-Shh! Quiet, quiet! She's still talking!
-What's the likelihood that his victims will be
getting his money back?
-As of now, we've only recovered a fraction
of the misappropriated funds in his offshore account.
We have enough to prosecute, but unfortunately,
not enough to pay everyone back at this time.
-So, what's that mean?
-It means it's over. We lost.
[defeated sigh]
-Sorry.
[deflated sigh]
-I mean, we tried. Right?
Come on.
***
[Gabby] Can't believe this is the last time
I'm ever gonna set foot in this church.
[Jack] What will you do now, Rev?
-Keep preaching how I feel it.
I meant what I said earlier.
This congregation is stronger than any building.
The message ain't ever gonna change.
At the end of the day, it's not about where you're at,
it's about who you're with.
Still would've been nice to get that money, though.
-Mm-hmm. -[laughing]
-I keep thinking to myself,
if it's not in the account, where's all that money?
-I could've sworn it would've been in that safe.
I mean, who uses the X2000 as a gym locker?
-We break into the most sophisticated safe in the world
just to bag some measly old golf clubs.
-Ain't even worth the gas money it cost to get us there.
-You mind? -Be my guest.
-Oof! These are a lot heavier than mine.
No wonder he's so bad.
-Y'all, check out Tiger Hood, over here.
-How'd you do out there, anyway?
-Man, I was money! Literally.
-You beat Baxter?
-Beat him? I embarrassed him!
What can I say, I'm a natural. -Sure you are.
- Yeah. Maybe a natural disaster.
[chuckling]
-Oh, wait, wait, wait. Y'all don't believe me?
Wow, okay, watch this.
I'm gonna chip it right up to the choir risers.
-Mm-hmm, let's see that backswing, baby.
-[chuckles] Okay.
[ball clangs, window shatters]
-Oh!
-Oh, is that what they call a hole in one?
-One in the window! -I'm telling y'all,
it's this club, man! This thing is heavy!
[suspenseful music]
-[echoey] Well, at least you're keeping your cross on.
-[echoey] Old family heirloom.
Well, you know what they say,
God and gold are the only two things that don't depreciate.
[ding]
[scratches club]
-Honey, are you alright?
[club clangs]
[laughs excitedly]
It's gold! Solid gold!
That's how he hid all the money!
[All] What?!
-Looks like you tripled your investment after all.
[laughing]
[Gospel music]
***
* There was a time I thought I lost my soul, yeah *
* You can find me wandering down the wrong road, yeah *
* You kept your angels by my side, yeah *
* Even when I lost my will to smile, God *
* I'm gonna lay down this world *
* Shoulder up [overlapping singing]
* Take it home to my Jesus
* It cuts deeper and deeper
* Stepping out on faith, yeah *
* It never left my side
* It was not this, not this *
* Stepping out faith, yeah *
* 'Cause you gave your life
* Take it home to my Jesus
* And it got brighter and brighter again *
* Take it home to my Jesus
* And it got brighter and brighter again *
* Take it home to my Jesus
* It got brighter and brighter again *
[Organs final notes, Gospel song ends]
***