November 5, 2007
The police had their guns drawn and aimed at both Kirk and me as we lay in the dirt. I could hardly believe what was happening. Just seconds earlier we had been standing on a sidewalk, when two police cars sped towards us with their sirens blaring. We ran down the sidewalk, threw a bag of money into the trunk of our car, and like two terrified gazelles, ran into an open park. That's when we heard instructions to hit the dirt and toss our guns.
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As I lay on my face, I listened to my loud breathing. The ski mask I was wearing was hindering my intake, and I was gasping for each breath. I wanted to rip the mask off but I didn't dare move my hands.
Suddenly Kirk cried out in terrible pain. At first I thought, "Now, that's good acting!" But I realized that he wasn't acting. I started to turn my head to the right to see if he was okay, and heard an officer scream at me to keep looking to the left. Someone approached me and I was handcuffed. My right cuff was so tight I moaned in pain. As I was turned over I yelled as loud as Kirk did. I felt as though my shoulder was going to break.
A month earlier I had been held by Italian police for over an hour. That was real life. This was fake. But being held by the Italian police was nothing compared to this. As we sat, covered in dirt, handcuffed, and cramped in the squad car, I turned to Kirk and said, "Whose idea was this?" He said, "Yours!"
The rest of the day's shoot hadn't been so painful. We had spent most of it in a prison cell, filming a program called, "Caught in a Lie." The program opens with the police chase, and shows us being handcuffed, thrust into the police car, and brought into custody. Duane Barnhart (our director/producer) told us earlier in the day that we'd been too passive in the first take, while being fingerprinted. He wanted to film it again, this time with a little resistance on our part.
At the beginning of the fingerprint process I began the resistance. I was slow to put my left hand on my head when I was told to. When the officer said to move faster, I cleverly said "Punk!" That got me a firm push against the wall with instructions to shut up and do exactly what I was told to do. I was on a roll. Somehow resistance was coming naturally.
Duane gestured to me that he wanted more. I had another brainwave. As a very large officer moved my thumb in one direction, I cleverly resisted. So, how would he handle that?
Wham! I was suddenly slammed to my knees with my face on the concrete floor. On my violent and speedy way down, my head smashed into Kirk's knee as he sat handcuffed watching the proceedings. I felt his pain because he was still reeling from the agony of having the same 260 pound officer's knee in his back so hard that he thought his spine was going to break.
I was on my knees, my face on the floor, my head was hurting, and my wrists were red and burning with pain. The big officer spat out, "Do you like being in this position!" Good sense told me to hold back from saying, "Hey, I'm a Christian. I'm on my knees. Of course I like this position."
After our mug shots were taken, we were marched, still in handcuffs to a holding room, where we were put against the wall, searched, un-cuffed, and told to empty our pockets. We were then given orange uniforms. Although mine was a little loose, and the top didn't exactly match the bottom, I felt not to mention it to the nice officer.
We were then put into an 8 x 6 cell. The heavy iron door was slammed shut, and from there we spoke about how multitudes were arrested each year, and how many tried to outwit the long arm of the law.
Kirk then tried to outwit the long arm of a lie detector. We fed his examiner some information that gave Kirk something to lose if he failed. This was because the only way the polygraph machine would work, was for him to have something that would make him sweat if he lost. I knew of something that would make Kirk sweat a lot.
There was a natural tension during the test. We watched a monitor from another room, as we waited the long 25 seconds between ten questions. When the examiner revealed the results, something amazing happened that none of us were expecting, not even the examiner. It was a day that we would never forget.
But something else happened at the conclusion of the shoot that, for me, seemed to solidify the whole experience.
As we were about to leave the station, a man was brought into custody, fingerprinted, and placed in a holding cell. It was the same one that Kirk and I waited in just before we were searched. I could see him with his head in his hands. I couldn't help but empathize with the man as he sat alone in that room. I had been where he now was.
It reminded me of when Ben Hur escaped as a slave on a galley ship, and was picked up by another ship. As he walked passed the hold, he paused for a moment and listened to the dreadful noise of the condemned slaves as they pulled on the oars. It was a powerful moment, as he empathized with them. Yet, no doubt, he greatly appreciated the fact that he was free from those chains.
That's how I feel as I walk through this life. Empathy makes me feel the pain of those who still sit in the shadow of death. At the same time I am filled with a joy unspeakable that I am no longer chained to the law of sin and death. I violated an eternal Law, but my fine was paid and the prison door opened by the One who said, "I am he that lives, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive for evermore, Amen; and have the keys of hell and of death." Oh, what a Savior!
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Re: Police Shootout
It took a little while to understand w
ether you'retalking about taping a show or reality made me think of this scripture. Hebrews 10:32-39
But call to remembrance the former days,in which,after ye were illuminated,ye endured a great fight of afflictions; Partly whilst ye were made a gazingstock both by reproaches and afflictions; and partly, whilst ye became companions of them that were so used. For ye had compassion of me in my bonds,and took joyfully the spoiling of your goods, knowing in yourselves that ye have in heaven a better and an enduring substance. Cast not away therefore your confiednce, which hath great recompense of reward.
For ye have need of patience, that,after ye have done the will of God, ye might receive the promise. For yet a little while, and he that shall come will come, and will not tarry. Now the just shall lvie by faith, but if any man draw back, my soul shall have no pleasure in him. But we are not of them who draw back unto perdition; but them that believe to the saving of the soul.
I heard a preacher speaking on tv last night speaking of Paul and Silas being beaten he said were they through them was the inner dark third chamber put on like stocks or rack, I hate the dark ,I hate confinement, I hate the cold,I hate pain they experienced one of the most awful but took heart in rejoicing.Lord God did a huge thing and saved a jailor and his family out of all this. I thought of them walking behind the path of poor suffering Christ carrying his cross.
|Posted On: 11/14/07 08:02:22 PM
||Age 32, OK
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I got that the story wasn't finished. But he took us there to say what was said at the end. That we should have empathy on the lost and Yes we rejoice because He is our Savior. Thanks Ray!
|Posted On: 11/06/07 05:21:04 PM
||Age 49, VA
Re: Police Shootout
Frankly, I was completely confused by this article. I understand the moral of the story, but the process by which it was reached was very confusing. I kept waiting for it all to be tied together, but felt it never was.
Sorry brother, I don't for the life of me understand what you were really getting at about Italian police and what it meant for the most part.
|Posted On: 11/06/07 11:51:29 AM
||Age 50, IL