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Damn, Munch.
You are in some foul mood
tonight.

You comin' down
with the flu or something?

I'm fine.

Why don't you take herbs
or some drugs

or some good old-fashioned
pharmaceuticals or something?

I don't need to take anything.

What, you're just
gonna suffer through this?

There is no it,
I'm perfectly healthy.

You know, the first sign
of the defences weakening

is malaise, irritability.

Why don't you admit it,
you're in a doozy of a mood!

- I am now.
- What? What you got?

One male victim,
beaten to death.

You have an ID on our dead body?

Yeah.
James Felder, 42.

- Buddhist monk.
- Buddhist monk?

What the hell kind
of Buddhist monk lives
in a Hampden Row house?

It's no row house, gentlemen.

Welcome to the Temple
of the Shining Pearl.

No signs of struggle
or forced entry.

No missing valuables.

Hey.

A spoon.

I hate to disappoint
you, Meldrick,

but that's
not the murder weapon.

Who found the body,
Hoskins?

A fellow monk,
Brian Bailey,

and a woman, Tina Jeffries.

Both teachers of Zen Buddhism,
both residents of the house.

They were out shopping,
came home and found Felder.

Jeffries, Bailey, Felder.

I thought they're supposed
to be Buddhist monks.

What's up
with the American names?

It means they're American.

Who the hell'd wanna
kick off a Buddhist monk?

Maybe we should ask Bayliss.

This whole Zen scene
is his cup of green tea.

Nope. No, I don't wanna
get Bayliss involved in this.

- Why not?
- Because he'll
become emotionally invested,

he'll wanna work the case.
That's why not.

So let him work
the case.

Speaking for the dead's
a lot easier

when you know the language.

I don't know about you,
but besides Richard Gere,

and this "Free Tibet" thing,

I got less than
nothing on the Dalai Lama.

Homicide.

What do you want?

Yo, wait a minute!

Stop!

No!

Burrell!

I saw the whole thing.

I saw what happened.

Call 911!

Somebody call 911!

He shot my baby!

- Hey, Ballard.
- Hey.

You around later?

Oh, I don't know.
Why?

'Cause you and I should talk.

Laura, we got a body!

Why?
What's going on?

We can do this later.

- Laura, come on!
- No, I'd like
to hear what you have to say.

I-- I've been
thinking about you and me.

Lying to Gee, sneaking around,
lying to our partners.

And I've been thinking-

You've been thinking
we should call it quits.

Well, yeah.

You're totally right.

I am?

Hey, Ballard! Let's go!

If it's not working,
it's not working.

So you're right.
We should call it quits.

OK, then.
That's it?

Hey,
Ballard, let's go, huh?

I gotta go, Falsone.

I have a case.

Mr. Bailey?

Detective Lewis.
This is Detective Munch.

We need to ask
you a few questions.

You could've
waited till I finished.

Are you and Tina Jeffries
the only two that live here?

No, Dennis Kohler
lives here as well.

Is he another monk?

No, Dennis hasn't
been ordained yet

but he's our Dharma brother
and a teacher here.

Where is he?

He's at a retreat.
He'll be back tomorrow.

Do you have any idea who may
have done this to Mr. Felder?

- No.
- Who has access to this temple?

We have 20 to 30 students
who belong to our Sangha.

None of them would be capable
of this kind of violence.

Just the same,
I'm gonna need a list

of all the people
who have access to the building.

James let
whoever killed him inside.

How do you know that?

When we came home,
the door was unlocked.

Well, ain't it always unlocked?

Metaphorically, yes.

But we do believe
in deadbolts, Detective.

We're spiritual, not stupid.

Hey, what can
you tell us, Westby?

What you see is what you get.

I was a Flip Wilson fan.

Victim's a black male,
Burrell Williams.

Shot in the chest.

Any witnesses?

Yeah. both the victim's
mother and sister

saw the shooter running away.

And a neighbour says
he can ID the shooter as well.

Got 'em all
lined up and waiting.

Late-night street killing,
three eyewitnesses.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Yep.
Too good to be true.

When's the last
time you saw Mr. Felder?

About six.

I'd just finished
my evening sit.

James asked me
to pick up some cashews

for the greens
for tonight's meal.

Was he expecting anybody?

As far as I know,
he had nothing scheduled.

It's late.

None of us has had
the chance to eat yet.

You're welcome to stay
and have a meal with us.

No, thank you.

But I gotta tell you something
strikes me as a little funny.

What's that?

Well, Mr. Bailey, he got
a little short with us up there.

Don't you think that's
a little unusual for a monk?

Monk's have tempers.

Sensei Bailey and Roshi Felder
were very close.

What about you and Felder?
Were you close?

Why do you ask?

Did Sensei Bailey say anything?

No. What do you think
he might've said?

Maybe I wasn't as close
to Roshi Felder
as Sensei Bailey was.

That doesn't mean
I'm not upset about his murder.

I know who shot my brother.

You recognised the shooter?

I've seen him
with Burrell before.

He's white. His...

name is Jacko or Jocko,
or something like that.

You know his last name?

No, Burrell never told me that.

Know where he lives?

I only saw him the one time.

But you're sure that
the shooter's the same guy?

Positive.

I looked right at him.

Blue eyes, about 5'10".

With a scraggly thing
on his chin.

A goatee?

Yeah, a goatee.

Uh, what--

Why would he wanna
kill your brother?

Burrell told me about
some girl he'd asked out.

I guess she used to date
this Jacko or Jocko guy.

Did Burrell tell you
that he thought that maybe

Jacko or Jocko
would wanna hurt him?

He didn't need to.

I could tell Burrell was afraid.

He acted tough,
but he was just a kid.

He was 18 years old.

Here.

Thank you.

My daughter
recognised who it was.

Some friend of Burrell's.

Did you get a look
at the shooter, Mrs. Williams?

He was white.

Short, dark hair. Moustache.

And hair on his chin.

A goatee.

I saw him.

Sasha said his name
was Jacko or Jocko.

Do you think that you could pick
this Jacko or Jocko

- out from a photograph?
- Of course I could.

I know what I saw.

I happened to be
in the front room,
right by the window.

I was changing a
bulb in my entryway light.

I heard Burrell shouting.

He said, "Don't do that!",
or something to that effect.

Then I heard the gunshot.

That's when I came
out onto my steps.

I looked right into his eyes.

He was white.

On the short side,
about 5'5", 5'6", dark hair.

Mr. Dawson, this man,
did he have any facial hair?

Yes, he did.
He had a full beard.

You mean like a goatee?

Like facial hair
just around the mouth?

I know what a goatee is.

No, he had a very full beard.

Are you sure, Mr. Dawson?

Yes, I'm sure.
I'm absolutely positive.

I know what I saw.

I didn't know there was
a Buddhist temple in Baltimore.

Well, it ain't exactly
a "temple" temple there Gee,

it's more like a row house
doubling as a temple.

They call it a Zendo.

So enlighten me.

Victim is James Felder, a monk,
also known as Roshi Felder.

What's a Roshi?

Well, that's a term
of respect for an older teacher.

I met Roshi Felder.
What, he was murdered?

Bayliss, we're kind
of in the middle of something,
you wanna...

Please sit down.

Wait a minute there, Gee.

Bayliss knows these Buddhists.

I want his input on the case.

Felder was beaten to death.
No sign of forced entry,
nothing was stolen.

We talked to two of the three
people that live in the temple

and they weren't much help.

Here's the plan:

We go pay the M.E. a visit.

Then we'll sashay back
on up to the neighbourhood,

we'll see if we can shakedown
one of the proverbial

see-no-hear-no-speak-no-evil
type monkeys

out the proverbial tree.

Bayliss, give Lewis and Munch
as much back-up as you can.

Hey, we don't need no back-up
on this one here, Gee.

Do you have any suspects?

Do you have any witnesses?

Do you have any evidence?

No. No. And No.

Open your mind, Lewis.

And then close the case.

You know, I don't wanna
step on your investigation,

but I know Dennis Kohler,
and I could try to talk to him.

You know what?
I got a better idea.

Three's a crowd.
You and Lewis
work the case together.

- Munch?
- You were right.
I'm coming down with the flu.

I think I'm gonna
take a medical day.

You better be
coming down with something
more than the flu.

You better
be on your way to a coma.

Um, is there a problem?

Yeah, the problem is,
when it comes to murders

where you're
emotionally involved,

you tend
to lose your perspective.

I can keep my perspective.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

- Since when?
- Since I learned
from past mistakes.

And Buddhism helped me do that.

So you consider yourself

a full-fledged,
card-carrying Buddhist?

You're down with the Dalai Lama?

On basic principles, yes.

But the Dalai Lama
is a Tibetan Buddhist.

And I practise Zen.

What's the difference?

You see, that's why you need me
on the Roshi Felder murder case.

Do Buddhists believe in regret?

Hm? 'Cause I got a wave
of regret just coming over me,
you know?

A "wave pounding on a distant
shore" type of regret.

Try the street name Jacko
and then Jocko,

and see what we come up with.

Jacko Fennon, deceased.

Jacko Greene, last known
address DOC at Jessup.

Jacko Marks, Black.

Oh, look, look.
Here we go.

Jack "Jacko" Bragg.

White. 5'10".

Date of birth: August '71.

It's a sweet little record.

Assault.
Assault With Intent.

Auto Theft, yeah.

Another assault 6 months ago.

Pled out the probation.

Mm-hmm. So, let's get
his mugshot into a photo array

and we will
see how our weasel pops.

Weasel pops.

So the blows to the head
are what killed Roshi Felder?

Well, the cause of death was

massive
cerebral haemorrhaging.

His skull was fractured
in four places.

With a metal object,
maybe a pipe,

maybe the barrel of a handgun.

Whoever did this had a hell
of a lot of anger to work out.

Well, the question
is, since Felder was overkilled,

does he get out
of a round of rebirth?

Does he now reach
nirvana all the faster?

I don't know
if it works that way.

Well, all right, all right.

The afterlife
is not my area of expertise.

My study of Buddhist ritual
has been limited

to various forms
of meditative exercise.

- You meditate?
- I do, I do.

And lately
I'm finding my attention

being devoted to the Tantric.

You know,
lingam fastened to yoni.

Re-channelling energy
from the jade stalk
to the brain.

No offence there, Griscom.

But the less I know
about your jade stalk,

the better I'll sleep nights.

Whoever murdered Felder,
that kind of rage

usually comes attached
to a personal relationship.

Not necessarily.

Random violence is
in fact random and violent.

That's deep, Bayliss.

I know you still
have tender feelings towards

your fellow Buddhists
but they're still suspects.

Dennis Kohler,
the third one living
in the house with Felder,

- he's next on my list.
- Kohler was out of town.

So what, did he kill Felder
long distance?

I'm still gonna
talk to him anyways.

And if you don't wanna
come back to the temple with me,
that's fine.

I'll bid you adieu
right here, right now.

Kohler's not at the temple.

Well, where is he?

Saturday mornings,
he teaches a class at Jessup.

I called over there,
he's expecting us.

- Hope you don't mind.
- Mind?

Why would I mind?

You're taking
the lead on my investigation?

Less work for me.
That's fine. In fact...

Why don't you just go
ahead and take the keys and--

...drive.

That's him.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

That's Jacko, Jocko.
I'm positive.

Yep, that's Jacko.

You've got to arrest him.

I don't want him walking
around free for one more minute.

That son of a bitch
shot my little brother.

Which one is he?
Which one did my daughter say?

Take a look and see
if you recognise anyone.

It might've been this one.

Take your time.

We want you to be sure.

No, I was wrong.

That's him.

Is that the one?

We need you
to tell us, Mrs. Williams.

That's him.
That is him.

He's not here.

Why don't you
look again, Mr. Dawson.

I've looked ten times already.

The facial hair
might've changed,

so why don't you disregard
whether or not there's a beard

or a goatee
and what they're wearing.

And see if you
can recognize the face

of the man
that you saw last night.

I'm sorry.
I wanna help.

I saw his face very clearly.

None of these men
are the shooter.

The sister ID'd Jack Bragg?

Yeah, immediately.

Almost too quickly.

The mother also picked out Bragg
but with some hesitation.

What about the third witness?
Dawson?

Oh, he's sticking by his story.

The man he says he saw
doesn't fit Bragg's description.

Pick up Bragg.

Let's hear from him
what he did last night.

What deos that mean,
"Sasha picked Bragg out
too quickly"?

I don't know, Stu.

You know, eyewitness
identification's a tricky
business,

especially
when it's white-on-Black

ID or Black-on-white ID.

These are decent people,
Sasha and her mother.

You know what,
I'm not saying that they're not.

But so is Dawson.

Do you think he's lying?

I think he's mistaken.

Look Laura, this is
a good kid who got killed.

I like Bragg for the shooter.

We haven't
even spoken to him yet.

You think a guy
named Jacko's gonna

have any kind of a decent alibi?

He might.

How long have you been working
here at the prison, Mr. Kohler?

Oh, a little
over a year, I think.

I come here twice a week.

Try to serve
as spiritual advisors.

What about James Felder.
Did he work here also?

Oh, he's the one
who started the program.

He's the one
that pushed the Sangha

into becoming
more socially involved.

Right.
Important work.

It's a small gesture.

The real challenge
is doing what James is doing.

Going out on the streets.

He worked
with the homeless, did he?

He was being homeless.

For weeks at a time.

- It's called plunging.
- What does that mean?

That he actually
becomes a homeless person?

You go somewhere
completely unfamiliar.

Somewhere that has nothing
to do with your usual way
of thinking.

Mr. Kohler,
did Mr. Felder mention

the name of anybody
he might've met on the street,

somebody who might
want to do him harm?

No, never.

Any of the homeless associates
ever visit the temple?

Some of them did, yeah.

What about your fellow monks?

Any other monks
maybe have a problem

with what Felder was doing?

Are you asking me
if there was a reason why

one of the fellow Sensei
would ever kill Roshi Felder?

No. Definitely not.

We're not asking that, Dennis.

- I really apologize.
- Oh, there's no need.

No, I completely
understand your concern.

Even within
the walls of the Zendo,

Roshi Felder didn't
have everybody's backing.

Oh, so there was
maybe somebody who might've

had a problem
with what he was doing.

One
of the other teachers,

Tina Jeffries,
had a lot of reservations.

I'm telling you this so you know
that we're not some crazy sect.

We're people.

We have ordinary
differences of opinion.

I see.

Tina and James worked
together, lived together.

They could
hardly stand each other.

How much more normal
can people get than that, right?

James and I were not close.

That's all I'm going to say.

Sensei Jeffries,
I know that you've taken vows,

and I know you can't speak ill
of Roshi Felder,

we're not asking you to do that.

We just need
to clear up a few things.

All right.

Roshi Felder
was living on the street.

You got a problem with that?

It's something we disagreed on.

I felt it was too dangerous.

Did you believe that
he was leading your flock

into some teachings
that you didn't agree with?

My resistance had
to do more with my own fears.

You know Sensei,
I also think that

what Roshi Felder was
doing was dangerous, too.

Scares the hell out of me
to even imagine doing that.

You know, I had the honor
of meeting Roshi Felder once.

And uh, well he seemed
like a really great man.

Sorry.

He wasn't.

How's that?

An adulterer is not a great man.

What are you talking about?

James Felder slept
with some of his students.

The young women,
the attractive ones,

women who came here vulnerable,
looking for help.

He abused their trust.

He had sex
with some of the students?

The last one
was named Gina Lane.

The worst part about it,
she was married.

Did her husband
have any idea about this affair?

He was furious.

He came to the temple,
confronted Felder--

I'm sick of the lies.

And I'm tired of protecting him.

I'm not saying
he got what he deserved.

But James Felder
was not a great man.

Not a great man.
Not a great man.

I was dating this girl Chanelle.

Then one night Burrell
just moves in, asks her out.

And I had a problem with that.
I said something to him.

An exchange.

Words not bullets.

When was this exchange?

I dunno.
A week ago, maybe.

That's the last time
you saw Burrell?

- Yeah.
- Well then,
how come we have eyewitnesses

placing you at the scene
of Burrell's murder last night?

I dunno.
I got no answer for that.

Well, two eyewitnesses
picked out your picture, Jacko.

They identified you
as shooting Burrell.

It wasn't me.

OK, so then,
where were you last night?

I was at a bar.
The Potomac Tavern.

- Till when?
- I dunno.

11, 12. Late.

Then where did you go?

- I went home.
- Anybody verify that?

It wasn't my lucky night,
you know what I mean?

So you don't have an alibi?

Look, I was at
the Potomac Tavern till late.

You don't believe me?
You can ask the bartender.

Oh, we will, Jacko.

We will.

I've forgiven my wife,
Detectives.

A woman at the temple
said that you

violently confronted Felder when
you found out about the affair.

I was angry.

I'm not any more.

And you found it in
your heart to forgive Felder?

- Totally.
- Well how is it that you
managed to do that, Mr. Lane?

Roshi Felder
decided to hold a meeting.

He said he wanted
to make a public confession.

He invited all
of his students to attend.

I asked Jason to go with me.

And I agreed.

Of course,
I had no intention

of listening to anything
he had to say,

I just thought I could disrupt
the meeting a little bit.

You know,
cause a little trouble.

Then what happened?

Felder asked everybody
to speak out against him,

say whatever,
however they wanted to say it.

And I cursed the man
with everything I got.

And with tears in his eyes,
he's taking everything I say.

And he never defended himself?

No, I guess
I got all my anger out.

He was the real thing.

I really,
truly believed he was sorry
for what he had done.

I believed him,
I believed in him.

I saw things
differently after that day.

Roshi Felder changed my life.

The public apology.

The brilliant
political move of the '90s.

- How's that?
- If old Razorback Bill
can get all misty-eyed

in front of the whole nation,
what's a few tears
for 30 members

of the local
neighbourhood Zendo, huh?

What matters
is Jason Lane said

that experience
changed his life.

So that leaves
him without a motive

and us without a suspect.

Which puts us
right back where we started.

It had to be somebody
that either lived in the temple

or took classes at the temple,
would whack Felder.

And I wanna talk
to that Bailey cat again.

You know,
when me and Munch talked to him,

he seemed pretty pissed off.

Not to mention
how wired up Tina Jeffries

was over Felder's adultery.

Doesn't mean
that she killed him.

Maybe it's just
because she's jealous

that he wasn't
messing around with her.

Bailey, Kohler, and Jeffries,
they aren't killers.

They're not murderers.

We're talking
about Buddhists, Meldrick.

You can't have it both
ways there, Roshi Bayliss.

I mean, if Buddhists
are regular human beings with,

you know, human failings
for alcohol or sex or whatever.

Then they're capable of murder.

I mean, it's been that
way since Cain whacked Abel.

It's the oldest human
failing in the doggone book.

You recognise him?

Yeah, Jacko.

Sits on that bar stool,
right there.

- Was he sitting here last night?
- Every night.

From 10:30 till
he's done a cool sixer.

What time did he leave?

He left about 12.

You ever hear Jacko
mention a Burrell Williams?

Yeah. Yeah,
pretty much hated the guy.

Williams started
dating an old girlfriend of his.

- Chanelle?
- Yeah, Jacko was in here
about a week ago

running his mouth
about how Chanelle was dating

some Black guy,
Burrell Williams.

Yeah, Burrell Williams
was shot last night.

You think Bragg hated
Williams enough to shoot him?

Jacko's the type
of guy who would settle

things with his fists.

He was kind
of old-fashioned that way.

I've never
knew him to carry a gun.

Lewis, Bayliss,
there's someone waiting for you

in Interrogation Room 1.

She says she knows
who killed your monk.

Bragg won't confess
to shooting Burrell Williams,
Gee.

What about his alibi?

Well, the bartender
at the Potomac Tavern

says he was there until 12.

And the shooting
occurred at 12:15.

That's 15 minutes for him to get
from the bar to the crime scene.

It's a pretty tight
window of opportunity.

Yeah, but not impossible.

Witnesses say the shooter
was in a pick-up truck.

Bragg drives a pick-up truck.

We also talked to the girl
that Bragg and Williams
argued about.

Chanelle?
There's nothing there.

We can't get a search warrant
without more to go on.

What about eyewitness
identification?

We showed Sasha and her mother

and Dawson
the photo-cards again.

Now, Dawson still can't
make Bragg as the shooter.

Put Bragg
in a line-up.

Maybe seeing him in person
will jog Dawson's creaky memory.

So, you live
next door to the Shining Pearl?

For ten years.

And you know
who killed Roshi Felder?

I don't know his name,
but he was Black,
definitely Black.

Maybe in his early 40s,
six-foot tall or so.

He looked homeless.

So how do you know this homeless
Black person killed Felder?

This man was
hanging around the house

like he was studying it.

I thought he might
be trying to rob them.

So why didn't you tell
this to the police officers

that came
to your house last night?

I didn't want to seem racist.

But you're here today.

Mrs. Wright, if we were
to bring in a sketch artist,

would you be able to give
us a description of this man?

- I'm sure I could.
- Yeah, I'm sure you could, too.

Thank you very much, Ma'am.

- Hey. Hey!
- Hey what?

We might have
something in there.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me,
you don't believe that story?

Well, listen.
We should still check it out.

Come on, Bayliss,
you're just trying to avoid

the possibility
that the killer's

a lot closer
to home than you think.

Where are you going?

I'm going to check out
some real leads.

You know, do some police work.

I'm gonna talk to Bailey.
And I'm gonna talk to Jeffries.

And I'm gonna
go over the student list,

and if you wanna chase
down some big, Black figment

of some bored housewife's
imagination, you be my guest.

I got it, I got it.

One dollar!

Come on, 50 cents!

Help me out now!

50 cents!
50 cents!

Help a dude out!
Come on, help a dude out!

One dollar, all I need
is one dollar from you, sir.

- Are you Larry Moss?
- What?

Baltimore Police.
Are you Larry Moss?

Just take it easy, Larry.

I just need to talk to you.

Hey, hey!
Larry!

Get out.

I wanna talk to you.

Just go away.

I wanna know
about James Felder,

the Buddhist monk.

I don't know any monk.

I know that you went
to the temple last night.

You knew Roshi Felder.

Nobody disrespects me
and walks away.

So you did know him?

They don't...

walk away.

You killed him.

Yeah. I killed him.

Why?

He held all life sacred.

He went out
on the street to live

with people like you,
because he wanted to help them.

I didn't need his help.

I just wanted the soup.

Just wanted the soup?

It was just the one night.

It was raining.

You can't wash
windows in the rain.

I was hungry.

Ain't no shame
in a man being hungry.

No.
No, there's not.

All I wanted was a bowl of soup.

I didn't take no bread.

I just--
I just took the soup.

And Roshi Felder
gave you that soup, right?

I took my own.

I took it from
the line like everybody else.

But that monk
can't leave a man alone.

All I wanted was the soup.

So what did he do?

He gives me a spoon.

A spoon?

I don't need
that monk giving me no spoon.

I can pick up my own damn spoon!

Gives me a spoon.

I can't let him
walk away from that.

He don't walk away from that.

So you went
to the temple last night

and you beat him
to death because of a spoon?

You don't talk
to me like that.

You think I can
let you walk away?

Easy.

Drop the gun right now.

Don't you worry about it.

You die,
I'll take care of myself.

I don't wanna hurt you.

I don't wanna
shoot you, Mr. Moss.

Drop the gun.

I don't need
anybody's damn help!

I won't help you.

Drop the gun,
and I won't help you.

You drop that gun now.

Bayliss!

Gee.

You all right?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

What happened?

I, uh, found the suspect.

He ran and I chased him
in that building.

And he pulled a weapon,
and he fired a shot over
my head.

Then he aimed the gun at me,
and I killed the suspect.

The suspect drew
his weapon first?

Yeah.

The suspect fired first?

Yeah.

The suspect intended to use
deadly force and you responded.

It's a clean shooting.

I killed a man.

We recovered the suspect's gun
and the bullet from the wall.

Body's on its way to the M.E.

You finished?

- Yeah.
- All right, take
Bayliss back to the office.

- Stivers.
- Yeah?

Notify Communications.

Have them send over
a crisis counsellor for Bayliss.

Got it.

Face forward.

If you recognize the man
who shot Burrell Williams,

you can say so at any time.

I'll admit, they all look
fairly similar to the man I saw.

Well, take your time,
Mr. Dawson.

Turn to the left.

The one with the full beard.

He has the right face,
but the man I saw was shorter.

Tryin' to think.

Try a little harder.

We're not forcing you to make
an identification, Mr. Dawson.

If you don't recognize
the shooter, don't pick anyone.

I just don't see him.

I want his killer punished.

But I can't say
I saw someone I didn't see.

I'll get Mrs. Williams.

So we don't
have three eyewitnesses.

We still got the two,
that's enough to make a case.

Face forward.

They look so much
more alike in person.

He had a goatee, I know that.

Second one from the left.

Are you sure, Mrs. Williams?

Let's wait till you
get the profile view.

Turn left.

I picked out
the wrong one, didn't I?

We didn't say that, no.

You want me
to pick again, don't you?

I just want
you to be absolutely sure.

I thought that was right.

Is he the one?

The man
in the photograph, Jacko.

My daughter said he was the one.

We need to know
who you saw, Mrs. Williams.

I don't know.

My daughter said--

Mrs. Williams,

did your daughter
tell you who the shooter was?

She told me it was
a friend of Burrell's.

This Jacko.

She described him to me.

You didn't see the shooter?

It was dark.

I saw a man.

I saw that he was white.

That's all you could tell,
that he was white?

These white kids.

These boys,
they all look alike to me.

My daughter told me
who it was who shot Burrell.

She saw him.

No gun, no confession,
no other evidence.

I can't make a case on one
eyewitness identification.

Bragg doesn't have an alibi.

Well, he was
at that bar until midnight,

that's enough of an alibi
for a defence attorney

to create reasonable doubt.

Not to mention we have
an eyewitness who'll swear

the man who shot Burrell
was definitely not Bragg.

Alright, then
where does that leave us?

Well, we can't hold Bragg.

We can't arrest him.

Bring me more evidence,
then we can talk.

Okay. So I gotta go out
there and tell those people

that the man who
in all likelihood killed

a member of their family
is going free?

Gharty, we don't know
for a fact that Bragg is guilty.

Whether he is or he isn't,

the only fact of the matter
is we don't have enough

evidence to make a case.

His family won't accept that.

They'll have to.

Hey, Bayliss.

All right, so I was
wrong-headed about this case.

You weren't too close.

And you were looking
in the right direction.

It wasn't
a monk who shot Felder.

It was a homeless guy
like you said all along.

If I was
so right about this case,

then how come
a man ended up dead?

Hey, he shot at you first.

The man had
a gun pointed at you.

I might've shot early.

It was self-defence!

- Was it?
- Yeah.

I don't know,
maybe it was anger.

You know, for what he did
to Felder, from killing him.

Or maybe I was
looking for some sort

of delayed revenge,
for my being shot.

You know, did I see
a Black man with a gun

and I flashback on that
incident, and I fire early.

You know, taking
that bullet and I'm worried

that I'm going
to be going down again.

So I'm pulling early
because of the fear, I guess.

No, no, no.

Now you're going
after yourself on this.

Now, just think
about what you said.

The first thing you said
after you shot that suspect.

That's the most honest
thing there is.

You done good.

And this will pass.

- It'll pass, huh?
- Yeah, it'll pass.

It'll pass because
this is what we do, man.

You're a cop.
You go out there.

You deal with this crap day
in and day out, you get over it.

- I am a cop.
- Yeah.

And, you know, for my money,
you're a pretty damn good cop.

Yeah, but I'm not a--

I'm not a very good Buddhist.

You know I really--

I thought I got something
out of Buddhism, you know?

Who I am.

You know, who I tried to be.

My sexuality,
my spirituality, I don't--

I don't have that.

What I have is I have
a second in time,

I have a split second,
in an abandoned building
with a gun in my hand,

and every instinct is telling me
who I am at that moment.

That's what I got left,
and that's all that I got left!

And I'm a homicide cop!

Well...

since you're
no longer a Buddhist,

you gotta look
at the bright side.

Hm? Me and you go
have a couple of brewskies.

No, thanks.

Oh, come on,
you can have one beer.

No.

Beer ain't
the answer either.

Miss Williams.

Your mother, she wasn't sure
about her identification.

She told us
that you instructed her

who to identify.

I told her who shot Burrell.

We have another eyewitness

that couldn't
make the identification.

What difference does it make?

I saw him, I identified him.

Without additional evidence,
we can't charge someone

for the crime,
just on your word.

My word's not good enough?

Miss Williams,
I know that you thought
you saw Jacko shoot--

I did see him.

But can you testify to that
in court with your hand
on a Bible?

That without
any shred of doubt at all,

that Jacko was the man
that you saw in the dark,

for a split second
running away from you?

Positive enough
to send a man to jail

for the rest of his life?

Maybe even to death row?

No.

That's what you're
supposed to do.

That's what the police are for.

We're still gonna work the case.

I gotta take my mother home.