:02:03
- Hi, Sister Helen.
- Hi. How ya doin'?
:02:18
- Well, if it ain't the late Sister Helen.
- I got a note from my mama, Idella.
:02:22
Do you need a new composition book?
How about you, Melvin?
:02:26
The resident counsellor wants us at their
meeting tomorrow. Can you be there?
:02:30
Yes. Oh... New poetry books.
:02:32
- Your poem got all smudged.
- Smudged?
:02:35
Sister Helen, I got
another letter from that guy.
:02:38
- Which guy is that?
- Angola inmate. Death row.
:02:42
Oh, yeah.
:02:43
Could you write to him?
He could use some friendly words.
:02:46
Sure. I'll come up after the class.
:02:50
- It got smudged.
- You can still read it.
:02:59
"There's a woman
standin' there in the dark...
:03:02
...and she's got big arms to hold you...
:03:04
...but you won't feel
those arms, that hug...
:03:07
...till you can see her face."
:03:09
"So you stand there waiting
for the light at the end of the road."
:03:15
- (Helen) Idella, that is so fine.
- Thank you.
:03:25
(man)
My lawyer seems to have disappeared.
:03:27
So I could use some help on the legal
end, but I'd take a kind word or a visit.
:03:32
It gets real quiet here sometimes.
:03:34
None of these guys on the row
can afford attorneys for appeals.
:03:38
We get frantic phone calls
from death row inmates...
:03:41
...begging us to find them attorneys.
- Who work for nothin'.
:03:44
That's right. Each petition
takes hours to prepare.
:03:47
Attorneys aren't exactly
lining up for the job.
:03:53
("The Face of Love")