Dear God Page #8

and Thomas spent the rest of his|happy life sacrificing for others.

- So Thomas conned the king, right?|- No.

No, the king was not conned.

The king had faith. He believed.

See, that's where I get confused.

That's good. Confusion is good.|Faith isn't arrived at easily.

It's the struggle that gives it|its power and its meaning.

You still struggling?

Every day. Yeah.

When times are particularly trying,

I try to act as if everything is as|it should be, the way God intends it.

And then, eventually,|I get my faith back.

What if you never had it|to begin with?

That's a big one, isn't it?

I can't believe I'm doing this.|My name is Rebecca.

I'm pretending I remember|how to be a lawyer, which I don't.

Do they have anything on us?|I mean, him?

A trumpet. Some homeless musician|got a horn from God.

They traced it back to Idris, who's|charged with tampering with the mail.

He'll probably plea-bargain and throw|our bodies on the spears! Ratfink!

No. You didn't hear?|No, he confessed.

Confessed to what?|He didn't do anything.

They told him if he pleaded guilty,|they'd drop the whole investigation.

- But he's the only one not guilty.|- I should not be saying this,

but it doesn't exactly feel right|to let him take the rap alone.

I feel OK.

I don't know what good it'd do|for us to turn ourselves in.

Now, Tom, what do you think?

I think...

...I should have gone to jail|in the first place.

I'd have met|a better class of people there.

that approximately 55 percent

in a thing called miracles.

It is cynicism we learn.

Let's go to the LA Post Office.

This is Tom Turner, a postal worker,

with some new information on|the God Squad Case. Mr Turner?

Yeah, they arrested the wrong man.|Idris Abraham was a scapegoat.

- "Really?"|- "He wasn't involved in any of this."

- "And how do you know this?"|- "Because I did it all."

Excuse me?

I did it all. It was me.

I did everything.

I've got another client.

As we approach Christmas, the case

takes another strange turn.

been set free and given his pension,

has confessed

God's mail without authorisation.

The Postal Miracle trial has taken|a holiday high-speed lane

through the overloaded court docket.

Having dispensed with the|arraignment, we are ready for trial.

And the whole country is watching|as the Post Office miracle workers

take on the US Government|in a modern-day David versus Goliath.

Legal experts predict that,|in this case, Goliath will win.

I agreed to let you|broadcast from here

but you gotta work or I'll get fired.|Pick up a brush. Grab the putty!

I'm here for you.

I meant to keep you guys outta here,|so you could continue your work.

I'm sorry.

Mr Bacon?

This court is now in session.|Judge Kits Van Heynigan presiding.

Stuart Banks, for the prosecution.|For the defence, Rebecca Frazen.

Excuse me.

Pardon me.

Excuse me. Stuart!

Hi. When did you get out of|the rubber bungalow?

Good to see you. Gentlemen.

- He knows you?|- I used to live with him,

in another life. A total sociopath.

Not a problem.

Your Honour, we are prepared today|to charge one Mr Tom Turner

with several counts of tampering,

impersonating a Federal employee|and theft of government property.

Does the defence|have an opening statement?

Not at this time.

I guess we never thought about|who Tom was,

or his people,|or how God had contacted them.

I thought he was a nice man,|that Tom Turner.

So you turned to Tom Turner?

Well, no. I turned to God.

What he did was very nice,

but I don't know|if what he did was right.

Thank you.|No more questions, Your Honour.

The prosecution rests.

OK, give it to me straight.|Worst-case scenario.

One to five years for every count,|or every miracle.

12 miracles. You could get 60 years.

We'll adjourn until 1 pm.

Lunch. I gotta go.

Can I have my son back now?

where lawyers for the prosecution

in contentious legal debate

over the origins, motives|and parties responsible

in the so-called|Postal Miracle trial.

I've dealt with|some of these attorneys.

People, I've been to boxing matches|that are more civilised.

- You may be seated.|- Mr Turner.

Are there any witnesses|for the defence?

Witnesses? I don't even know|where my lawyer is.

We're here.

We're here, Your Honour.

We're all here.

El numero uno.

El hombre con los manos de piedra.|I'm the one you're looking for.

He was a pawn|in the chess game of life.

Why would a con like Tom Turner|do good deeds?

Think about it.

- Did you talk them into this?|- No. They all wanted to do it.

Do you have to type|while I'm talking?

It was! It was Thursday.|I threatened Tom.

I said, "Either get in on this|or I'll bite out your spleen!"

Mr Dooly, do you really expect us|to believe you're the enforcer type?

Yeah. You got a problem with that,|bobbing head?

Wanna see?|Wanna see me enforce something?

I'd like to enforce you. Let's take|it outside! Come on, let's go!

I want this man|removed from my courtroom.

Take him out.

I'll get you, you legal lump of lard!

Lighten up here.

You come down to the Post Office|for stamps, you'll be in line a week.

Now, Mr Vidov, if you would give us|your impression of the defendant...

I've lost the witness, Your Honour.

No, right here. I lost pipe. I'm|trying to stop smoking. I'm nervous.

There's no smoking in the courtroom.

No? OK.

Now, if you would give us|your impression of Mr Tom Turner.

See, I do believe that God|may or may not live in heaven...

And you're going to heaven?

I believe in Russian proverb.

It says, you go to heaven for weather|and hell for the company.

- May I finish, please?|- Knock yourself out.

I do believe that God also lives|within each of us.

Is this going somewhere?

Perhaps He does not live|within lawyers.

But I believe that God|was speaking through Tom.

Tom Turner made ordinary people|do extraordinary things.

We need this.

As his supervisor,|I covered up for him.

Therefore, I am as guilty as him.

OK.

Enough. Fine.

Is there anybody else here|who would like to confess?

Is there anybody else here that|the defence would like to blame?

Maybe society at large?

Maybe the media?

Maybe, I don't know, Lex Luthor.

Maybe Sacco and Vanzetti.|Maybe Hannibal Lecter.

Maybe the one-armed man.|What the hell is going on?

Now that I have your attention,|Mr Banks,

please proceed|with a little more decorum,

rather than this childish display|of histrionics.

Yes, Judge Kits Van Heynigan.

The prosecution is finished|with its cross-examination.

It is so obvious this whole|performance is just to impress me.

Put your arm around me.

- What?|- Put your arm around me.

Does the defence rest?

Rebecca?

Yes. Defence rests.

In that case, Your Honour,

the prosecution is ready to begin|its summation.

After a five-minute recess.

a serial killer

cereal. No one knows the motive.

the Who's Answering God's Mail case.

That's right, Barbara.

Experts are even more certain that|the prosecution's case will prevail.

It's defence attorney Rebecca|Frazen's first time in the courtroom

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