Later that same night, the crowd begins to disperse to the music of Sly and the Family Stone. Paramedics wheel down a drape-covered body, while the detectives look glum. Sam looks around and catches the eye of Brother Love Butter -- they share a meaningful glance, and Brother Love Butter gives a nod as if to say, "Well, you did what you had to do" or "I hope that justice prevailed" or possibly "Can you believe that dope from the New York Post thought I was playing a dude?" Sam gets in the ambulance that now holds the body, and the door is closed behind him. Inside the ambulance, Sam pulls back the sheet to reveal that Angel is not even Mostly Dead. Nah, it was all a fake-out to prevent the crowd from tearing Angel (and not coincidentally, his police protectors) from limb to limb. The red splotches on the sheet? Paint. Hunt's gunshot? It didn't hit the broad side of a barn, let alone a major artery on Angel. So the plan is for the ambulance to drop Angel off at the bus station where he and his girlfriend will flee to their new lives. "It's a miracle," a grateful Angel proclaims. No, the miracle will be if this stunt escapes the notice of newspaper reporters, community activists, assistant district attorneys, medical examiners, or anyone else who wonders why the body of a guy who triggered a race riot up and walked away. "I was walking around thinking I was dead this whole time," Angel continues. "I know what you mean," Sam says. He does not add, "Hopefully, not literally." Angel suggests that Sam turn to the power of prayer, since that's what got him through this ordeal. Though the clever ruse and easily-duped crowd probably helped some.