All language subtitles for Homicide life on the street S07E17 - Zen And The Art Of Murder

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

- You comin' down with the flu?
- I'm fine.

Why don't you take herbs or drugs
or good old-fashioned pharmaceuticals?

- I don't need anything.
- You're gonna suffer?

I'm perfectly healthy.

The first sign of the defences
weakening is malaise, irritability.

- 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.
Profession: Buddhist monk.

Buddhist monk? What 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 sign of struggle or forced entry.
No missing valuables.

Hey...

A spoon.

I hate to disappoint you
but that's not the weapon.

Who found the body, Hoskins?

A fellow monk, Brian Bailey,
and a woman, Tina Jeffries.

Both teachers of Zen Buddhism,
both residents.

They were out shopping,
came home and found Felder.

Jeffries, Bailey, Felder. They're
supposed to be Buddhist monks.

- What's with the American names?
- Means they're American.

Who'd wanna kick off a Buddhist monk?

Maybe we should ask Bayliss.
This Zen scene is his cup of green tea.

- No, I don't wanna get Bayliss involved.
- Why not?

Because he'll become emotionally
invested, he'll wanna work the case.

Let him. Speaking for the dead's easier
when you know the language.

Besides Richard Gere, I got
less than nothing on the Dalai Lama.

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?

Cos you and I should talk.

Laura, we got a body!

- Why? What's going on?
- We can do this later.

- Laura, come on.
- 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...
- That 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.
You're right. Quit.

OK, then. That's it?

- Hey, Ballard, let's go, huh?
- I gotta go, Falsone. I have a case.

Mr Bailey?
Detectives Lewis and 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?

He hasn't been ordained but
he's our Dharma brother and a teacher.

- Where is he?
- At a retreat. He'll be back tomorrow.

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

- No.
- Who has access to this temple?

We have 30 students in the Sangha.
None is capable of such violence.

Just the same, I'll 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.

- Ain't it always unlocked?
- Metaphorically, yes.

But we do believe in deadbolts.
We're spiritual, not stupid.

- What can you tell us, Westby?
- What you see is what you get.

I was a Flip Wilson fan.

A black male, Burrell Williams.
Shot in the chest.

- Any witnesses?
- Yeah.

The victim's mother and sister
saw the shooter running away.

And a neighbour says he can ID
the shooter as well. They're all waiting.

Late-night street killing,
three eyewitnesses.

- You thinking what I'm thinking?
- Yep. Too good to be true.

When did you last see Mr Felder?

About six.
I'd just finished my evening sit.

James asked me
to pick up some cashews.

- Was he expecting anybody?
- As far as I know, nothing scheduled.

It's late. None of us has had the chance
to eat yet. You're welcome to stay.

No, thank you. But something
strikes me as a little funny...

- What's that?
- Mr Bailey got a little short with us.

Don't you think that's 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, something like that.

- Know his last name?
- Burrell never told me.

- Know where he lives?
- I only saw him the one time.

You're sure
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.

Er... 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 he thought 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 you could pick this Jacko
or Jocko out from a photograph?

Of course I could. I know what I saw.

I was 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!", something to that effect.

Then I heard the gunshot.
That's when I came out.

I looked right into his eyes.
He was white.

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

This man, did he have any facial hair?

Yes, he did. He had a full beard.

Like a goatee?
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 absolutely positive.

I know what I saw.

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

It ain't exactly a "temple" temple,
it's 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?
- A term of respect for an older teacher.

I met Roshi Felder. He was murdered?

We're in the middle of something.

- Please sit down.
- Wait, Gee...

Bayliss knows these Buddhists.
I want his input.

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

We talked to two people there.
They weren't much help.

Here's the plan: We'll pay the ME a visit,
sashay back to the neighbourhood,

see if we can shakedown one of the
see-no-hear-no-speak-no-evil monks.

- Give Lewis and Munch back-up.
- We don't need none, 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.

I don't wanna step on your investigation,
but I know Dennis Kohler,

and I could try to talk to him.

I got a better idea. Three's a crowd.
You and Lewis work the case.

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

It better be more than the flu.
You better be on your way to a coma.

Er... Is there a problem?

The problem is, when you're emotionally
involved, you lose your perspective.

- I can keep my perspective.
- Oh, yeah? Since when?

Since I learned from past mistakes.
And Buddhism helped me do that.

So you're a fully-fledged,
card-carrying Buddhist?

- You're down with the Dalai Lama?
- On principles, yes.

But the Dalai Lama is
a Tibetan Buddhist. 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?

Hmm? Cos I got a wave of regret
coming over me, you know?

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

Try the street name Jacko 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, 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.

Assault 6 months ago.
Pled out the probation.

Mm-hm. Let's get his mugshot into a
array and see how our weasel pops.

Weasel pops...

So the blows to the head
killed Roshi Felder?

The cause of death was
massive cerebral haemorrhaging.

His skull was fractured in four places

with a metal object,
maybe a pipe, the barrel of a handgun.

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

Well, the question is, since Felder was
killed, does he get out of rebirth?

Does he now reach nirvana faster?

- I don't know who works that way.
- All right...

The afterlife is not my area of expertise.

My study of Buddhism has been limited
to forms of meditative exercise.

- You meditate?
- I do, I do, yeah.

Lately, my attention
is being devoted to the Tantric.

You know, lingam fastened to yoni.

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

No offence, Griscom, but the less
I know about your jade stalk,

the better I'll sleep nice.

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 have feelings for your fellow
Buddhists but they're still suspects.

Dennis Kohler, the third one living there,
he's next on my list.

He was out of town.
What, he killed Felder long distance?

I'm still gonna talk to him anyways.

If you don't wanna come to the temple,
I'll bid you adieu now.

- Kohler's not at the temple.
- Well, where is he?

Saturday mornings,
he teaches a class at Jessup.

I called, he's expecting us.
Hope you don't mind.

Mind? Why would I mind?
You're taking lead on my investigation?

Huh! Less work for me. 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.

That son of a bitch
shot my little brother.

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?
- I've looked ten times already.

The facial hair might've changed,
so disregard the beards and goatees,

and see if you can recognise 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 hesitation.

- What about the third witness?
- Oh, he's sticking by his story.

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

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

What is that "Whoa,
Sasha picked Bragg out too quickly"?

I don't know. Eyewitness
identification's a tricky business,

especially white-on-black ID
or black-on-white.

These are decent people,
Sasha and her mother.

I'm not saying that they're not.

But so is Dawson.
Do you think he's lying?

I think he's mistaken.

Laura, this is a good kid who got killed.

- I like Bragg for the shooter.
- We haven't spoken to him yet.

You think a guy named Jacko's
gonna have a decent alibi?

He might.

How long have you been
working here, Mr Kohler?

Oh, a little over a year, I think.
I come here twice a week.

Try to serve as spiritual advisers.

- Did James Felder work here also?
- He started the programme.

He pushed the Sangha into becoming
more socially involved.

- Right. Important work.
- It's a small gesture.

The real challenge is going out
on the street like James.

- He worked with the homeless?
- He was being homeless.

- For weeks at a time. Called plunging.
- He becomes a homeless person?

You go somewhere unfamiliar

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

Did Mr Felder mention anybody
he might've met on the street,

somebody who might want
to do him harm?

No, never.

Any homeless associates
ever visit the temple?

- Some of them did, yeah.
- What about fellow monks?

Any other monks have a problem
with what Felder was doing?

Are you asking if one of the fellow
Sensei would ever kill Roshi Felder?

- No. Definitely not.
- We're not asking that. I apologise.

Oh, there's no need.
I completely understand your concern.

Even within the Zendo, Roshi Felder
didn't have everyone's backing.

So there was maybe somebody
who had a problem with him.

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 you've taken vows,

and we're not asking you
to speak ill of Roshi Felder.

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.

You believed he was leading your flock
into teachings you didn't agree with?

My resistance had to do
more with my own fears.

Sensei, I also think what Roshi Felder
was doing was dangerous, too.

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

I had the honour
of meeting Roshi Felder once.

And... er... 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 his students?
- The last one was named Gina Lane.

- The worst part was she was married.
- Did her husband have any idea?

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 Burrell moves in, asks her out.

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.

- The last time you saw Burrell?
- Yeah.

How come we have eyewitnesses
placing you at the scene of his murder?

I dunno. I got no answer for that.

Two eyewitnesses picked out
your picture, Jacko.

- They identified you as shooting Burrell.
- It wasn't me.

- OK, so 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?

So you don't have an alibi?

I was at the Potomac Tavern till late.
Don't believe me? Ask the bartender.

Oh, we will, Jacko. We will.

I've forgiven my wife, Detectives.

A woman at the temple said

you violently
confronted Felder when you found out.

I was angry. I'm not any more.

In your heart, you forgave Felder?

- Totally.
- How did you manage to do that?

Roshi Felder decided to hold a meeting.
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.

I had no intention of listening
to what he had to say,

I thought I could disrupt
the meeting, cause trouble.

Then what happened?

Felder asked everybody
to speak out against him,

say whatever, however they wanted.

I cursed the man with everything I got.
There were 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 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 Bill gets misty-eyed for the nation,

what's a few tears for 30 members
of the local Zendo?

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 back where we started.

It's someone that either lived in
the temple or took classes with Felder.

I wanna talk to that Bailey cat again.

When me and Munch talked to him,
he seemed pretty pissed off.

And Tina Jeffries was wired up
over his adultery.

Doesn't mean she killed him.

Maybe she's jealous that
he wasn't messing around with her.

Bailey, Kohler, Jeffries, they aren't
killers. We're talking about Buddhists.

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

If Buddhist are regular human beings

with human failings
for alcohol or sex or whatever,

then they're capable of murder.

It's been that way
since Cain whacked Abel.

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.

- What time did he leave?
- He left about 12.

Ever hear Jacko mention
a Burrell Williams?

Yeah, pretty much hated the guy.
Williams started dating his old girlfriend.

- Chanelle?
- Yeah.

He was running his mouth off
about Chanelle dating some black guy.

Yeah, Burrell Williams
was shot last night.

You think Bragg hated Williams
enough to shoot him?

Jacko would settle things with his fists.
He was old-fashioned that way.

I've never known him to carry a gun.

Lewis, Bayliss, someone's waiting
for you in Interrogation Room 1.

Says she knows who killed your monk.

Bragg won't confess
to shooting Williams.

What about his alibi?

The bartender at the Potomac Tavern
says he was there till 12.

The shooting occurred at 12:15.
15 minutes to get to the crime scene.

- Tight window of opportunity.
- Not impossible.

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

We talked to the girl that Bragg and
Williams argued about. Nothing there.

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

- What about eyewitness identification?
- We showed them photo-cards again.

Dawson still can't make Bragg
as the shooter.

Put Bragg in the line-up. Maybe seeing
him in person will jog some memories.

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?

He was hanging around the house
like he was studying it.

- I thought he might be robbing them.
- Why didn't you tell the police last night?

- I didn't want to seem racist.
- But you're here today.

If we brought in a sketch artist,
would you be able to describe this man?

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

Hey. Hey! We might have
something in there.

- You gotta be kidding me...
- We should still check it out.

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?
- To check out some real leads.

You know, do some police work.
Talk to Bailey, Jeffries and the students.

If you wanna chase some black figment
of some bored housewife's imagination,

you be my guest.

I drank the rivers and the seas
I burned the mountains and the trees

I went too far, I ran too long,
Stole the gold from angels' song

Washed my star in gasoline
Threw it in a sewer drain

Lied about the only thing
That I have ever loved

I broke the heart of little girls
I solved the problems of the world

I mixed the future with the past
Kicked religion in the ass

Shot another evil man
Took his wife to bed again

I have found a cure for time
But you will have to wait

Hey, don't put me down
I'm a hopeful sinner

Drowning swimmer

I got it, I got it. One dollar!

Come on, 50 cents!
Help me out now! 50 cents!

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

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

- Are you Larry Moss?
- What?

Baltimore Police. Are you Larry Moss?
Take it easy, 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.
- 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 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 a 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 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.
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.

- What happened?
- I er... 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 ME.
- Finished?

- Yeah.
- 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 recognise the man
who shot Burrell, say so any time.

I 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 recognise 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?
- We didn't say that.

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 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.
- He was at the bar till midnight,

enough for an attorney
to create reasonable doubt.

Not to mention we have an eyewitness
who'll swear the shooter wasn't Bragg.

- Where does that leave us?
- Well, we can't hold Bragg.

We can't arrest him. Bring me
more evidence, then we can talk.

So I tell those people the man who likely
killed one of their family is going free?

We don't know for a fact
that Bragg is guilty.

Whether he is or he isn't,

the fact 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,
how come a man ended up dead?

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
for what he did to Felder, for killing him.

Or maybe I was looking for some
delayed revenge for my being shot.

Did I see a black man with a gun
and flashback onto that incident,

and fire early... taking that bullet
and worried I'll be going down again...

So I pull it early
because of the fear, I guess.

No, no, no.
Now you're going after yourself on this.

Just think about 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.

Because this is what we do.
You're a cop.

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 very good Buddhist.

I really... I thought I got something
out of Buddhism.

Who I am. Who I tried to be.

My sexuality, my spirituality...
I don't have that.

What I have is 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.
- Come on, you can have one beer.

No. Beer ain't the answer either.

Miss Williams. Your mother
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 identification.

What difference does it make?
I saw him, I identified him.

Without additional evidence,
we can't charge someone for the crime.

- My word's not good enough?
- I know you thought you saw Jacko...

I did see him.

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

that without any shred of doubt
that Jacko was the man 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.

I don't know where to go

So I guess I'll have to fly

I'll have to dream of all good things
Before I die

So where to go

Lord I guess I'll have to fly

I'll have to dream of all good things
Before I die

And it's getting so much harder
To be one these days

So much harder to believe

And so much harder
To be one these days

And so much harder to believe

Yeah, believe

And did they know
Did they need a fence so high

Cos giving up is a total waste of time

I stop to breathe in air as I

I watch the ground beneath us
Blend into the sky

And it's getting so much harder
To be one these days

So much harder to believe

So much harder
To be one these days

So much harder to believe

I don't know where to go

I don't know where to go

No I don't know where to go