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Mr. Simmons! Do you have a confession?

There were three shots.

One grazed the shoulder,

a shot to the body, slug to the head.

It was a crime of passion.

Mr. Simmons, how is this case gonna

impact your political career?

We'll hold

a press conference shortly...

and I'll respond

to all your questions then.

- Can you tell us anything else about the suspect?

- Are you guilty, Mrs. Mass?

Hey, Bill. Detective Hicks here will

assist with the interrogation.

- You mean the lynching?

- Counselor Miller.

Dwight. Listen, we all know

that you're up for your boss's job.

But let me ask you a question-

Is the truth getting in the way here?

Are we being recorded or videotaped?

If we are, I'm gonna suggest my client say nothing.

Richard, don't make this thing complicated.

We have a motive- infidelity.

Access to the murder scene.

Prints on the murder weapon.

Earrings- her earrings-

found at the scene. No alibi.

We got the Holy Trinity-

probable cause, access, motive.

Let's be reasonable here.

I'm willing to make a deal.

No deals.

I'm innocent.

I'm a Christian, not a murderer.

Ah. Oh, Mr. Simmons,

I'm not the negotiator that you are...

but would you mind letting me

have a few moments with Ms. Mass here?

- Go ahead, Detective.

- Oh, I see. This is going to be a team effort.

I'm gonna need that confession.

- Time.

- Mm-hmm.

He's got a press conference.

We don't have a whole lot of time.

- That's not our problem.

- Oh, yeah, but it is. It is.

Now, you playin'

the Christian card-

good old God-fearin' black woman.

- Miss Spelman College.

- Don't patronize me.

Hey, hey, hey. It's not me that you

should be worried about.

It's the jury that you

should be worried about.

With not the slightest

hint of remorse, confession...

that jury just might give

a spiritual woman like yourself...

a free ticket to heaven-

courtesy of the state.

- Detective.

- Hmm?

- Do you go to church?

- Oh, yeah. C.M.E.

Christmas, Mother's Day and Easter.

Valerie, you don't have

to respond to any of this.

You're not on trial here.

I'm not worried,

and I have nothin' to hide.

But I must be allowed

to tell everything.

Fine.

How long is everything gonna take?

Before I was accused of murder...

before my family

was ripped apart-

Aw, Philly's all right.

Yeah, but I got big dreams,

you know?

Whoa!

The prettiest girl in the world.

Huh?

- Hey!

- What's up?

Hey, girl. Hey, Daddy.

- Everything good?

- Yes, girl.

- Practically all moved in.

- Good.

- So, how's the new place?

- Oh, it's nice. It's nice.

- It ain't big-

- Watch out now.

It's not big, but you know.

Girl, you deserve the best,

and that's exactly what you gonna get.

What I need right now is a church.

I told you, you are

gonna love Mercy Baptist.

- All right, well, I'm ready to go now.

- All right then.

- I'm late for work. I'll hit you later.

- All right.

Grandpa!

Are you helping us?

- Shh! Forget that "Grandpa" stuff now.

- Go on inside.

Don't look at that.

Daddy and Grandpa

are looking at B-U-T-T-S.

- Whoa, whoa!

- Uh-huh.

It's nice that you had such a warm

and fuzzy reception, but is this relevant?

We're not gonna be railroaded just because

your boss has a press conference.

Val, anything you say, they can take

and twist it any way that they want.

A jury can be manipulated.

I have nothing to hide.

And, yes, Detective Hicks,

everything I'm about to tell you-

it's all relevant.

So, I took a look at your portfolio.

Looks good.

I'm gonna recommend you for some

photo shoots we got comin' up.

- Are you serious?

- Am I serious?

- Don't play with me.

- I ain't playin' with you.

Chill it out. It's nothin' immediate.

- But I'm definitely down for hookin'

my girl up. - All right.

That's a real sacrifice-you givin' up

your studio for your husband's career.

You're so old-fashioned.

Well, I love my husband.

And, Zahara, he's worth it.

- What's up, baby?

- Dog! You see there?

All men are dogs.

All they need are fleas.

And I met one last week

who had some.

So tell me about

Mercy Baptist, girl.

Oh, it's a nice church.

Reverend Dunn and his wife, they don't

just talk the talk. They walk the walk.

They feed homeless folks,

teach H.I. V. prevention.

- Monday nights-women's group. Fabulous.

You must join us. - I'll be there.

Now, Reverend Dunn starts

Sunday services at 10:00 a.m. sharp.

So none of that Delta C.T.P. time.

No. C.P. time.

And you can't say it right

'cause you're wrong.

You never would've made it to class

on time if it weren't for me.

- Whatever, Miss Delta.

- That's right, "crimson and cream'"baby.

Uh-uh. Pink and green-girls with the pearls.

- Dog!

- Girl, he didn't say nothin' to you.

He was thinkin' 'bout it.

For Dutch...

the move from Atlanta

was no big deal.

You know,

he grew up in Philadelphia.

But for me...

it was a place where all

our dreams would come true.

It never occurred to me

that nightmares are dreams too.

"'W hat do we have here? '

snarled the huge wolf."

- Not good enough.

- What?

- I'm warning you.

- Mm-mmm.

Come on. " 'W hat do we have here? '

snarled the huge wolf."

Not good enough.

- I think we need to-

- Yeah.

One, two-

- What? Come on.

- three!

Come on.

I put the gun in my mouth.

I started to... pull the trigger.

I saw my daughter's face... crying.

Then I realized...

how selfish I was being.

Some days, everything matters.

Some days, nothin' matters.

I want you

to make a commitment-

every day for the next 30 days.

Deal?

I'll see you tomorrow, same time.

- Thank you, Doctor.

- My pleasure.

- Monica.

- Dutch. Good to see you.

- I'm sorry I wasn't here when you arrived.

- Oh.

I was at a conference. I'm late for

a meeting, but I need to talk to you.

- Can you walk with me?

- Yeah. Yeah.

It appears your time

at Oxford has paid off.

You've even picked up an accent.

Good for business.

I know a mind

is a terrible thing to waste.

- How are you and Kevin?

- Miserable, as usual.

But I might as well

get to the point.

We won't be able to pay

the salary you requested.

I "requested"? Oh, you mean

the salary you promised me.

No one's deceived you.

The offer was-

I moved my family up here from Atlanta.

Now you're telling me there's no money?

Every contract has contingencies-

subject to pending grants

and all the fine print.

But that's beside the point.

I want you here.

And I will do everything in my power

to keep you here.

Like old times, right?

Monica, that's inappropriate.

I'm happily married.

- Happily, so am I.

- To one of my best friends.

As if Kevin would mind.

Nothing's changed.

We need to have

this conversation later.

Come to our surprise

anniversary party.

It's Sunday afternoon

at the Academy of Fine Arts.

How can it be a surprise

when you already know about it?

There are no secrets between us, Dutch.

You know that.

Ryan Chambers is hosting it for us.

I'm sorry.

We go to church on Sunday.

Your presence is required,

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