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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.