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[Bolander] Nothing is real.

[Pembleton] What do you mean, nothing is real?

[Bolander] There's no reality.

[Pembleton] Really?

- [Bolander] Take the color green. - [Pembleton] Uh-huh?

[Bolander] You see green, I see green.

We call it green,

because this society has decided this thing,

this color, will be green.

And I mean, we think we have this shared experience of green,

but, I mean, who knows?

I mean, maybe my green is greener than your green.

Well, I mean, take colorblind people, for instance.

I mean, they have to live with a stigma because what they see

is not what we see as green,

I mean, but maybe, just maybe, their perception is correct.

They're seeing pure green.

They see true green.

You know, Stan, this is just my luck.

I get a call, my partner is out,

I look around the squad room,

I see Howard, no. I see Munch, no.

Felton, no. Lewis, no. I think, Bolander.

I'll take Bolander, Bolander won't drive me crazy.

I'm driving you crazy?

Philosophizing, Stan.

You're not known as the philosophical type.

You get shot in the head, it makes you think.

Uh, Pescoli, what do we have?

The deceased's name is Hikmet Gersel.

G-E-R-S-E-L.

17 years old.

Exchange student from Türkiye.

[Bolander] Do Turks wear white makeup?

Is that some kind of religious thing?

The owner of the house thought he was a burglar.

Shot him.

Where is this homeowner?

Inside. I got him and his wife in separate rooms,

plus, a friend of this kid.

The friend says they were going to a party,

and got the wrong address.

Hmm, okay. Let's take a peek.

[spectators murmur quietly]

The guy's name is Jim Bayliss.

[Pembleton] Stanley.

This guy, Bayliss, this is Tim's cousin.

[theme music plays]

[theme music fades].

[Pembleton] You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can, or will, be used against you in a court of law.

- [Pembleton] Do you understand? - [Jim] Yes.

- [Pembleton] Do you need me to explain further? - [Jim] No, no. I'm a lawyer.

- [Pembleton] I have to ask. - [Jim] Of course.

[Pembleton] You have the right to an attorney.

If you decide to speak to an attorney at this time,

no questions will be asked of you,

- do you understand? - Jim?

- [Jim] Yes. - [Pembleton] If you do decide to speak to us...

- Where is he? - ...you may stop at any time. Do you understand?

- [Jim] Yes. - [Bolander] Tim! Wait a minute!

[Pembleton] If you wish an attorney, one will be afforded you.

- Do you understand? - You okay?

- [Jim] I'm okay. - Tim? You're not allowed in here.

- He's my cousin. - That's why you're not allowed in here.

Listen, Frank, this is me here, all right?

Don't give me regulations, don't start shoving procedures down my face.

Tim, come on. All right?

Don't tell me to calm down, Frank!

Okay, I'm all right. It's okay.

- Don't screw with him, Frank. - [Pembleton] Goodbye, Tim.

- [Pembleton] Okay. - [Jim] Okay.

[sighs]

To repeat, if you wish an attorney,

one will be afforded you. Do you understand?

- Yeah. - [baby fussing]

[Bayliss] Shannon? Shannon?

- Hi, Uncle Tim. - Oh, Tim.

- Hi, kids. Hi. - Tim! Oh! [sobbing]

- Oh. - [breathing shakily]

- You okay? - It's a nightmare.

- Yeah. Yeah. - I called my parents,

I asked them to please come watch the kids.

The detective says I'm gonna have to go down to headquarters to tell what happened.

All right.

Uh, he was very nice about it.

Yeah? Is it Pembleton?

Uh, the-- the white one.

Bolander, yeah.

You want some coffee or something?

No, no, no. I'm gonna just go use the head.

All right? This is gonna be all right.

Okay?

[doorknob rattles]

- [knocking] - [man] Just a minute.

Oh. [sighs]

[door creaks]

[police radio chatter]

[Pembleton] Okay, Jim, this officer is gonna transport you

down to headquarters, where we'll take your statement.

I've already told the, uh,

the-- the first officer who arrived everything.

[Pembleton] Sure, but I'd like to hear it for myself.

- Ouch. - Jim, believe me, this is standard procedure.

[Jim] Yeah, I know that.

I've just never been handcuffed before.

[Lewis] The restaurant is losing money?

The restaurant's not losing money, we're losing money.

All our money.

I don't understand, how is this possible?

The bar's full every night.

Right, the bar's full every night,

but the restaurant's empty. We've gotta get people to eat.

You wanna know how we get people to eat?

It's real simple. We serve good food.

We serve good food!

Our chef, Henri, he stinks!

And I don't even think he's really French.

Hey, man, you don't like our food?

- Truth? - Yeah.

Since you hired that frog man, I ate there but one time.

I had the Croque Monsieur,

and I spent the rest of the night in the bathroom.

I say we hand him his toque, and we show him the door,

the little foreigner.

Hey, hey, hey, Tim, we gotta have a con--

Later. Listen, I just want to say something.

I'm really sorry about my behavior at my cousin's house.

- Okay, I understand. - No-- I'm sorry.

But you just have to understand.

You see, Jim and me...

See, we grew up right next door to each other,

and he and his brother, Kurt, you know, they were like my brothers.

And Jim, his father died when he was 13 years old--

- Tim, what-- - No, no, listen to me, Frank!

Listen to me, because I am trying to tell you all of this

so you'll understand,

you will know the type of person you're dealing with.

Okay, he's not a smoke hound.

He's a fine man.

He's a fine human being.

Tim, I don't doubt that.

I'm not going to let you hurt my family, Frank.

- I know all your little tricks. - Tim-- Tim.

So don't take one little baby step out of line,

you got that, partner?

This is me you're--

Hey. Hey, I got it.

Hi.

Okay, Jim. Have a seat right over here.

We're gonna test your fingers for barium residue,

that's the powder left on a person's hand

after a gun has been discharged.

Yeah, I know that, Frank, but you already know I fired the gun.

Um, no offense, Jim,

but you say you fired the gun.

I believe you, but I don't know.

You might be saying you fired the gun to protect someone else.

No, I fired the gun.

After the test,

we'll have proof that what you say is true.

Have a seat, Jim.

Believe me, it's important in a case like this to be sure,

absolutely sure of every single element. You understand?

- I-- I understand. - Okay.

Can I ask where you got the gun?

I just bought it about a month ago.

There's been a couple burglaries in the neighborhood.

A couple got tied up, the wife was raped,

so I figured these days, I ought to be prepared.

I never owned one before,

I never even shot the thing before tonight.

Teej picked it out for me.

- He knows guns. - [Pembleton] Hmm.

Yeah, I bought the gun so my family'd feel safe.

It's funny, when I was a kid, we...

we never even locked the front door.

[Pembleton] Yeah.

I remember that time, too.

This won't take much longer.

[indistinct chatter on TV]

Gee?

Gee, I want to be in the box when Pembleton interrogates my cousin.

Now, I know it's the first thing that is drilled into us in the academy,

when a relative's involved we have to stay out,

okay, but I need some leeway, Gee.

Okay? I mean,

He's gonna be in the box with Pembleton.

And you know what Pembleton can do to people in that box!

So, I'm asking you, Gee, give me a break, okay?

Let me be with my cousin. Let me be there for him.

We have to do this by the book so there's no questions later.

Are you saying no?

I'm saying no.

[door slams loudly]

[sighs]

[Pembleton] Why do you call Tim "Teej?"

[Jim] Family nickname. Tim and Jim.

T and J. Teej. It's stupid.

[Pembleton] No, no, my brother used to call me Bucky.

[both laugh]

- I get it. - [laughter]

[Pembleton] I can't imagine Tim in gym class.

I wonder what his locker would be like.

[laughter]

Teej, huh?

Teej.

You and Teej, you were, like, big basketball stars, huh?

[Jim] Well, we were the two tallest guys in the school.

We also grew up together playing hoops

in his backyard,

so we knew each other's moves.

[Bolander] Did you ever think about turning pro?

Uh-uh. No, we were okay for a couple of white guys.

No, I had to keep my grades up.

I had to study if I was going to get into a good law school.

So, Jim, I know you told the uniforms when they arrived at your house what happened,

but sometimes, so close to the actual event,

people get caught up, you know,

and they leave out things.

So, now that you've had a chance to relax,

I'd like you to,

and take as much time as you need to,

to tell us exactly, step by step, what transpired.

Sure. How far back do you want me to start?

[Pembleton] Wherever. You tell us.

All right.

Um...

[suspenseful music plays]

I, uh...

I was in the den.

I was playing with my kids.

Way up in the air! And then we go down.

- The doorbell rang. - [doorbell chimes]

Here we go, up in the air!

Shannon called out from the living room,

said she'd get it.

[Shannon] Jimmy.

[Jim] I've been working a lot lately, so, uh,

it was the first chance I'd had in a while to play with my kids.

- [singing] - [shrill scream]

[Jim] All of the sudden, Shannon screamed,

so I went running.

Somebody tried to get in the house! There's something--

[Jim] Shannon is yelling about this weirdo at the front door.

He's pounding on the door.

- Just stay there. - [loud knocking]

He's acting crazy,

talking gibberish.

He could have been on drugs,

the way he was behaving.

Rock and roll! [indistinct] Aaaaah!

[Jim] So I told him, "Get away from here."

But he kept making these, uh, jerky movements,

and babbling, and laughing this high-pitched laugh.

And then he tries to move past me into the house.

[speaking another language]

[Jim] So, I gave him a shove, nothing big,

and I told him again, "Get away from my house."

And I shut the door.

He kept at it, slamming, pounding.

So, I, uh...

So I got the gun.

Now, I'm going by pure gut,

you know, what with the burglaries in the neighborhood.

You know, I don't know if the guy's gonna rob the house,

or he's gonna hurt my wife,

or he's gonna hurt my kids or what,

so I told him, "Get away!"

He leans into me. I raise the gun.

He leans in closer. I put the gun to his chest.

He made a grab for it.

The bastard grabbed for the gun.

- [grunting] - [gunshot booms]

I didn't know until that moment

if I could actually pull the trigger.

[grunts softly]

Sweet Lord.

[sighs]

I killed a man.

[melancholy music plays]

[Pembleton sighs]

[*]

Shannon, we need for you to tell us

exactly what you remember about what's happened.

Don't leave out anything, no matter how trivial.

[sobs]

Jim is-- is a good man.

He's a good husband, and a great father. [sobbing]

[Pembleton] Shannon, it's okay. It's okay.

We need to know what happened.

I'm not sure what I remember is what happened.

Just tell me...

Yeah?

...where were you when the doorbell rang?

Hmm, um...

Uh, uh...

[hitching breaths]

Uh... I was in the--

in-- in the kitchen, cleaning up.

[sobs]

[Pembleton] And where was your husband?

[Shannon] He was in the den, uh, working, I guess.

[Pembleton] Where were your children?

[Shannon] Um, I'd just put the baby down for the night.

And I don't know where the other two were.

- [doorbell rings] - Jimmy!

- [Pembleton] No, it's okay. - [Shannon] Wait, maybe they were with Jim.

- [Shannon hyperventilates] - [Pembleton] It's not important. Go ahead.

[Shannon] Um, I heard the bell ring a couple times.

[doorbell ringing]

I figured Jim wasn't gonna get it, so I went.

And at first, I was a little startled.

[maniacal laughter]

[Shannon] So I let out a kinda yelp,

and this young man was standing there.

He was um, dancing and laughing.

And singing some song, but in a foreign language.

And so I said, "Wait a moment. I'll get my husband."

And I-- I shut the door.

Nah, nah, nah!

But he kept knocking, and yelling, and singing.

[Pembleton] Did he seem to be on drugs?

[Shannon] Yes. Yes.

- Maybe? Um... - This guy...

I told Jim what was going on,

- and we went back to the living room. - Just-- I'll take care of it.

[Pembleton] Oh, you went back to the door with your husband?

[Shannon] Yes. He went to the front door,

and I stayed, um, back a ways.

[singing]

[Shannon] Jim tried to figure out what the young man wanted,

but he was being so silly, and-- and loud,

and-- and aggressive,

- that Jim... finally lost his patience. - Get outta here!

[Shannon] But the young man kept yelling and knocking,

- and knocking, and yelling, and singing. - [laughing]

[Shannon] And that's when I thought I'd better go check on the kids.

I suddenly got very worried about them,

because, um, we've been having some problems in our area.

And I was walking down the hall,

and this is-- this is inane,

but... I remember the floorboards squeaked.

I-- I remember thinking about the floor squeaking,

when all of the sudden, I heard--

[gunshot booms]

I'll never forget that sound.

It echoed through our house.

It shook the house like an earthquake.

Shannon...

from what you're telling me,

the situation on the porch was tense,

but not explosive.

What happened?

How did things escalate so far, so fast?

Um...

Jim can get very frustrated by people

who don't speak English very well.

He always says the only--

the taxicab drivers in Baltimore

only know their way around Beirut.

[laughing nervously]

[laughter turns to sobs

Well... thank you.

- I'm done? - Yeah, you're done.

I'll get an officer to drive you home.

Uh, if you don't mind,

I'd rather wait for my husband.

That'll be fine.

Okay? Come on.

[suspenseful music plays]

I thought you could use this.

[Bayliss] Oh, thanks.

It's black.

Well, I didn't know how you take it.

Yeah, well, I usually take it with some cream.

- You know? - Oh, I'm sorry.

No, no, no, no, it's...

- [sighs] - Thank you.

Mmm. [chuckles]

[Howard chuckles quietly]

[door bangs shut]

[sighs heavily]

[Bolander] You were friends with Hikmet Gersel?

Yes. He went to my high school.

He came in this past September.

So, you two were headed to a party tonight?

A Kiss party.

Kiss? What is that, some kind of make out party?

No, Kiss. The rock group.

This is the way they used to dress.

A bunch of us are hardcore Kiss fans.

Hikmet thought Gene Simmons was the coolest.

Well, one of the girls in our school

decided to throw a costume party.

Hey, do you think I can get a towel?

This make-up's starting to cake, I'd like to take it off.

Sure.

Anybody got a towel?

[Pembleton] So, go on. You and Hikmet were headed to this party?

Yeah, but we got lost.

See, we thought we were on Hickory Lane,

not Hickory Avenue.

Hikmet was really excited about going to this party.

[Scholtz] We were so psyched when we finally found this place that Hikmet couldn't wait,

so he jumped out of the truck.

And I drove around the corner to park.

Hikmet and I had both been drinking.

A lot.

I was coming down the street when I saw Hikmet standing

at the front door of the house,

and the guy in the doorway was holding a gun.

And they both were yelling loud.

The guy aimed the gun at Hikmet's chest.

[Hikmet screaming]

[Scholtz] Hikmet put his hands up--

Whoa, whoa. Hikmet had his hands raised?

Yes, sir.

[Bolander sighs]

He had his hands up.

Oh, come on, Frank, says who?

That little freak?

He was across the street.

He was in the dark, and he was drunk.

What are you gonna do? You're gonna believe his word over my cousin's?

The law says that a homeowner is justified in using lethal force

when he perceives a threat against himself

or the lives of his family.

So, if the kid had his hands up,

then we're dealing with something more

than justifiable homicide.

Are you saying that my cousin murdered that kid?

I'm saying that I've got three different versions of the same story.

Now, I can understand how Jim's version is different

from Scholtz's, but not from his own wife's.

Well, Shannon, she's a great girl,

- but she's a little flaky. - I want back in the box with him.

Listen, Gee, let me take him home, all right?

It-- It's almost midnight.

I'll take him home. He'll get some rest.

Anything you want, you can get from him in the morning.

[Pembleton] Gee, if we let this guy walk out of here,

we lose the last chance we have of finding out the truth.

We already know the truth, Gee!

Go on with the interview, Frank.

I know what this is all about.

I know exactly what this is about!

You and he have this--

brother-brother thing going on, you know?

- What are you talking about? - You know exactly what I'm talking about.

- What? Because you're white? - Bingo!

- That's wrong. - No, no, it is right,

whether you want to admit it to yourself or not.

Listen to me!

When the sun comes up on this shooting tomorrow,

I'm not gonna have the bosses and media on my ass.

I'm gonna have the boys in Washington,

the Turkish Embassy!

What we've got here is the potential

of an international incident!

So this is all about saving your ass.

- Be careful, Bayliss. - Yeah, eat me, Gee!

Get out of here, Bayliss. I'm gonna let that pass,

but you get out of here, right now.

[Bolander] Let's get those handcuffs off.

Everybody treating you all right?

[Jim] Sure, fine.

[Bolander] Want something to eat or drink? You hungry?

No, thanks. No, I never eat this late.

Probably wise.

Usually this time of night, I'm gettin' ready to attack a bag of Utz.

[chuckles]

You wanna have a seat?

You got more questions?

No, I don't. Frank does.

Well, you know how it is.

You think you've asked every possible question,

and then suddenly you go, you know, "What an idiot I am,

I forgot about this, I forgot about that."

Like what?

Hikmet Gersel, that's the name of the boy you shot.

Since last fall, he's been an exchange student

at Polytech High School,

that's not far from your house.

- You ever seen him before? - No.

- At the supermarket, at the mall? - No.

When Hikmet came to the door, you thought he was a burglar, right?

That's right.

Jim, in your experience, do burglars usually come up

and ring the front doorbell?

These days? Who knows?

Just when I think I've heard the most twisted,

perverted crime possible, the morning paper delivers

a more twisted and more perverted one on my doorstep.

My law firm has dockets full of crimes that make no sense.

You told us that you said to Hikmet,

"Get away from here. Get away from my house."

Then, finally, "Get away."

Were these the only words you said to him?

No, I'm sure I said a lot more, like, uh...

like, "What do you want?"

When you got out the gun, you said something?

Yeah, I think I said something like, uh...

"Back up or I'll shoot."

And Hikmet, did he respond to that?

He was muttering away. I couldn't understand him.

Did you know he was speaking in a foreign language?

For all I know, the guy was on PCP.

He was talking in a, uh,

sing-song kind of voice. Real crazy.

So you had no idea he was speaking in a foreign language?

He said words in English that didn't make sense.

Like what?

Uh...

something like, "That's the kind of sugar papa likes."

When you pointed the gun at him, what did he do?

He laughed this bizarre laugh,

and then he tried to grab for it.

I told you this already.

- [Pembleton] He laughed? - Mhmm.

What, he thought you were joking?

I don't know what he was thinking, you'd have to ask him.

Unfortunately, I can't.

Now, what the hell is that supposed to mean?

Look, I've been straight with you guys from the start.

If you're accusing me of something,

come out and say it. Quit the games.

Jim, we're not here to judge you.

We're just trying to get the clearest possible picture

of what went on.

We don't decide right or wrong.

Only you know whether or not you did something right

or something wrong.

Now...

if there's anything you left out,

anything you're holding back,

anything you'd like to get off your chest...

[loud banging]

- [loud banging continues] - [window rattles]

Your youngest brother, Kurt, was in Kuwait, right?

- The Gulf War? - Yes.

He got shot, and got killed?

- Yes. - How do you feel about that?

[Jim] You're a bright guy, how do you think it made me feel?

[banging loudly]

You said you'd never been in handcuffs before tonight,

yet here I find a prior, aggravated assault.

[Jim] I have never been arrested, per se.

Teej took me to the police station.

What had happened?

I was drinking in those days. We were in a bar.

And some punk said something I didn't appreciate,

and I let him have it.

This punk's name is Parvez Nejad.

He's Iranian.

[loud banging]

[Jim] What's your point?

My point, Jim, is why,

after you've closed the door in Gersel's face,

why didn't you just call the cops, huh?

Why is your first impulse to go get your gun?

Huh?

Why is your only impulse to shoot that boy?

[loud banging]

[banging intensifies]

[glass shattering]

[glass crunches underfoot]

Cool it.

[gunshots boom]

[splashing]

The bullet that killed Hikmet Gersel was definitely fired by that gun.

Well, we already knew that.

Or are you thinking that Jim shot the kid,

and then switched guns?

Surrendered a different gun? Is that what you're thinking?

Frank, what case are you trying to build here?

Why don't you go bust out some more glass, Tim?

Does he have to be here?

I don't think we're compromising anything by his presence.

Go on.

Okay. Theoretically, a woman can lead a man on,

go up to his place, take off her clothes,

jump in bed, but it becomes rape the moment she says, "Stop."

Jim might have feared for his life at some point

during this confrontation, but he wasn't afraid

at the moment he fired the fatal shot.

No, he just made a bad call in judgment.

What are you gonna do? Are you gonna crucify a guy who makes a mistake?

This is more than a bad judgment call.

I think he killed Gersel for some other reason.

- What other reason? - I think it was racially motivated.

Oh, man!

You know, why doesn't that surprise me?

Why am I not stunned that you have uncovered yet another

racially motivated killing?

Perhaps you know me only too well, Tim.

Danvers, why don't you put an end to this nonsense, huh?

I could deem the incident accidental,

a misunderstanding established by circumstances.

I could decide that the suspect not be charged, but...

I'm not sure I should take on the burden of determination.

I'm going to recommend we go before a grand jury.

- No, no! On what charge? - Manslaughter.

- Why? - Because you're a cop.

Because your cousin's white.

I don't want it to look like we're showing any favoritism.

Oh, I see. So, in order not to show favoritism,

Jim is being overly prosecuted?

[sighs]

I see.

Hey.

Oh, man, I'm glad this is all over.

[Bayliss] Well...

[officer] Step out, please.

It's a bunch of crap, but there are unanswered questions.

What are you talking about?

The state's attorney's decided to put the case up before a grand jury.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me!

I thought the creep was gonna hurt my wife.

What can I say? I mean, everyone's trying to cover themselves.

Oh, jeez.

We'll talk about this on the ride home.

I just have to get you down

to the county commissioner's office and sign you out, all right?

Wait a minute, no, no, no, no!

You're not gonna put those things on me again.

Look, no, Teej, look, I'm telling you, man.

You don't know what it's like having those things on.

It's like-- It's like you've got no control,

it's like they can do whatever they want to you.

- Okay, okay. - All right?

All right. Listen, can we just lose these?

Yeah. Come on, you know the rules.

No, listen, I'm gonna be with him, all right?

I mean, this is my responsibility, okay?

You're gonna be responsible when I lose my job, to feed my kids?

- [scream of rage] - [clattering]

Whoa!

Ah!

[struggling grunts]

[panting]

[Bayliss] This is the only way out of here.

All right, all right, all right.

I'm sorry. Okay.

Okay.

[clicks]

[office din]

Well, I did it, Meldrick. I fired Henri.

I never fired anybody before. I hate being the boss.

Hey, he took it badly, huh?

He looked at me with those sweet, sad, Gaulish eyes.

So eager to please.

But I cut right to the chase.

I didn't pull any punches. I said right out,

I said, "Mon ami, vous êtes fired."

[chuckling] And what'd he do?

That's the amazing thing, he just held out his colander

and handed it to me, and walked out.

What dignity, what grace.

Well, the good news is I have hired us a cook.

Not a chef.

A cook. She starts tomorrow.

How did you get somebody so fast?

She's in my own back yard. Literally.

She's my Grandmoms.

- You hired your grandmother? - Mhmm. My Grandmom.

Great. We go from employing Henri de Segonzac,

who was educated at Le Cordon Bleu,

to Granny Lewis.

Who has, for 12 years, been the hash queen

at Down Home Soul Cooking.

She has what we call a following.

- I love her already. - Thank you very much.

Hey, Frank, how's it going with Tim's cousin?

I'm going home, that's how it's going.

Danvers is taking the case to the grand jury.

- [Munch] Lovely. - How's Tim about that?

[slams loudly]

Never mind.

What's the matter, big man?

Am I the only one who thinks we are having an incredibly tough year?

Am I the only one who thinks that God or fate

or the Furies or whoever is dealing the cards here

is taking them off the bottom of the deck?

I mean, first off, you lose your partner.

I get shot in the brain, Kay takes one in the heart.

And you. Oh, yeah, you have the unbelievably dumbass idea

of buying the restaurant!

- That wasn't a dumb-ass idea! - Oh, please, come on! Come on!

- No, no, you point the finger at him, you point the finger at me.

- Wait a second! You see what I mean? - There's no easy--

Wait a minute. You see, we argue. We argue.

We do it all the time,

but we don't argue about the big stuff.

This thing that's going on between Pembleton and Bayliss,

okay, it's big.

You hear me? This is ugly.

I mean, I don't see how two partners can ever come back

and work together after this.

I'm talking about something that would keep two partners

from ever being able to look each other in the face again.

[door creaks]

- Ow! [hiss of pain] - [startled cry]

Ah! Oh, no, sweetie! I'm sorry.

Oh, I thought it was a burglar.

Oh, no.

- Honey, are you all right? - Yeah, I'm okay.

Oh, God.

[groans]

[sighs heavily]

Hmm!

[Pembleton] What would you have done if it was?

[Mary] Was what?

A burglar.

I don't know. I'd wake you up.

I'm not always here.

Especially when I'm working night shifts, you know?

[Mary] Hmm.

What would you have done if someone had broken in and you were alone?

Scream. Hide.

[groans] Pray.

[chuckles]

Maybe I should get you one of these.

Oh, no. One gun in the house is plenty.

- Well, Mary-- Mary-- - Good night.

Sweetie, I want you to be able to protect yourself.

Oh, honey. You'd get me a gun?

I'm more likely to shoot myself in the foot.

Aren't you ever afraid?

Sure.

I have a healthy amount of fear.

But, you know, we choose to live in this city,

so there's a certain amount of risk.

I'd be lying here all safe and sound,

and the ceiling could fall on my head.

[Pembleton yawns]

- Good night, sweetie. - Oh, no, you don't.

"No I don't," what?

You just don't come in here and wake me out of a sound sleep

unless you've got a whole lot more in mind

than catching some Z's.

[chuckling]

Oh, sweetie, I'm-- I'm tired.

- You're tired? - Mhmm.

Mm.

[moaning]

[engine shuts off]

[Jim sighs]

I would've thought you cops would clean up after yourselves.

It's probably still a mess inside.

You know, you could start a company, a cleaning company.

After the cops leave the scene of the crime,

they come in, clean up everything.

Yeah. In Baltimore you could make a fortune.

Uh, I'm going to check on the kids.

Send my folks home.

Hey.

And you...

You should go to bed.

[Shannon sighs]

All right? Hey.

Like Shannon said, you should get some sleep.

Yeah. In a minute.

[metal creaking]

[water spray hisses]

Who'd have thought their guts would be the same color as ours?

The case of James Bayliss,

the man who shot a Turkish teenager whom he thought

was breaking into his home,

goes before the grand jury today.

Bayliss fired as the Middle Eastern intruder tried

to force his way into the Baltimore resident's home.

The father of three's action has become a maelstrom

of controversy between pro and anti-gun advocates.

Responding to pressure from the Turkish government,

the President sent a letter of condolence to the victim's family in Ankara.

Umet Gersel, the mother of the slain teen,

arrived in the United States today.

She would not comment as to whether she intends,

regardless of the grand jury's decision,

to sue Bayliss in a civil court.

Is this a tragic story of one man trying to defend his family

or a searing indictment of the violence that has become

all too commonplace in American society?

- I'm Grant Besser. - This is Maria Delgado.

Live from the steps of the Clarence Mitchell Courthouse, I'm Rhonda Overby.

Your job, as a member of the grand jury,

is not to judge guilt or innocence.

Your sole purpose is to determine whether James Bayliss

had criminal intent

when he shot Hikmet Gersel.

If you believe he did, the case will go to trial,

where with due process of law in an open court,

evidence will be weighed to establish guilt or innocence.

If you decide that James Bayliss

was placed in fear

and, therefore, not criminally responsible,

the charges will be dropped.

[Shannon] Where do they find jurors, anyway?

Who wants to be judged by idiots too dumb to beat the system?

Mostly It's just people with time on their hands.

They're retired. They're unemployed.

You know, only if they're strongly, strongly anti-gun

or you know, racially sensitive,

then they might indict.

But, as a rule, the grand jury usually tilts in favor of the homeowner.

I was the first to arrive at the scene.

Mr. Bayliss was genuinely upset.

Very, very emotional.

The victim received a rapidly fatal gunshot wound to the chest,

puncturing the left ventricle of the heart.

Stippling indicates the weapon was fired at close range.

I'm thinking we should move.

What?

Buy a new house in another neighborhood.

Maybe even leave Baltimore.

Hikmet was such a happy person.

I don't know how anyone, anyone with half a brain

could believe he was threatening them.

I'll be glad when this is over, one way or the other.

Even if I have to go to jail, at least our family--

Hey, hey, hey, Jim.

You're not going to jail.

[Jim sighs]

Therefore, it is my opinion that Mr. Gersel

thought that the gun was a toy,

part of the heavy metal party

that he thought he was attending.

In the spirit of play, he raised his hands

in mock surrender.

I've been thinking a lot about Kurt.

Yeah, so have I.

I keep seeing the look in that kid's eyes right after I fired.

And I'm wondering,

did Kurt have the same look in his eyes?

- May I ask a question? - Yes, of course.

Does Mr. Bayliss have a history of prejudice or bigotry?

I'm sorry, you can't ask that question.

You see, even though Mr Bayliss's motivation

may or may not have been racist,

you must concern yourselves only with the facts of the event,

and not the cause.

There's a tried but true proverb,

"A man's home is his castle."

It's the place where we sleep. Or eat.

The place where we read or watch TV.

It's where we play with our kids

or make love.

If we're lucky enough to have a home,

we have the right to defend it.

We have the right to make sure that our kids are safe.

That our husbands or wives or...

or our long-time companions are safe.

No one should be forced to flee from their home.

It is our ultimate sanctuary.

Do I feel good about what I did?

No.

No, I'll have to live with the horror of that split second

for the rest of my life.

Do I believe I did the right thing?

Yes.

Yes.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Yes. Yes.

And I know that you know,

given the same circumstances,

you would behave exactly as I did.

I can't understand why it's taking them so long to decide.

Well, you get 23 people in a room, you know what happens.

Probably still arguing about where to order takeout.

[all chuckling]

[banging]

Why the hell did he have to pick my door?

We have a decision.

Okay. Come on, Shannon.

[sighs]

- Here's your coat. - Thanks.

Okay.

The grand jury finds that James Bayliss had reason to fear

for his safety,

and the safety of his family.

Therefore, they refuse to indict.

[applause]

They recommend that all charges against him be dropped.

[cheering, applause]

[suspenseful music plays]

[*]

Hallelujah! It's lunchtime!

What do you say we go to that fabulous restaurant

across the street, you know, The Waterfront,

and get some lip-smacking eats?

Excellent idea. I hear they got a new cook over there.

- They do have a new cook? Wow. - Uh-huh.

Say, Stan. What do you say?

- You want to join us for a little noontime repast? - No, thanks.

Frank, what about you, man?

Uh, no. I've got other plans. Thanks.

- [Munch] Hey, Kay? - Been there, done that, huh?

[Munch] Hey, Gee, you hungry?

Sorry, I'm on my way out to eat.

Well, then, join us at the fabulous Waterfront.

- Your place? - Our place.

Today's special, Polynesian pork burgers.

$8.99, all you can eat.

[Giardello] I'm in the mood for soul.

In that case, we have a smothered pork chop you can die for.

Or die from?

I've already had [indistinct] poisoning once this year.

You're not going to say anything to me, are you?

What would you like me to say?

Well, for starters, "I'm sorry."

I'm not sorry. I did my job.

You still actually think that my cousin killed that boy

because he was an Arab?

Hikmet is not an Arab.

Turks are not Arabs.

Frank,

my cousin would never consciously kill anyone.

I don't think it was premeditated, Tim.

I think it was inherent.

Your cousin's racism is so deep,

so much a part of him that he didn't get a chance to think about what he was doing.

Jim is worse than a Klansman,

because at least in their white sheets they're recognisable,

but your cousin's brand of bigotry is much more frightening,

because, like still waters, it runs deep.

He doesn't even see it himself.

You're wrong. You're dead wrong.

The only one dead wrong is Hikmet Gersel.

Did you see what happened after the verdict was announced?

- Yeah. - They applauded.

Those law-abiding citizens,

those good-hearted people applauded the death of a child.

Let me ask you a question, Tim, and then you tell me

if it was racially motivated or not.

If that kid had been American, if that kid had been white,

Do you think anyone would have cheered?

[sighs]

[upbeat rock song plays]

[song lyrics playing]

[Bayliss] Hit it! Hit it!

Oh, man! That's big!

Oh, Webber, Webber, what a trade.

The Bolts are looking like a new team.

Jim...

- Hey. - Hmm?

What's going on?

I don't know. I'm, uh...

I'm...

I'm looking at little Kurt here,

and I'm... wondering

about all the babies all over Baltimore.

All across this country, all over the world.

What about 'em?

I loved my dad so much.

When he died, all I wanted was to live my life the way

he would have wanted me to, you know?

Be responsible,

be honest,

take care of my mother and Kurt.

I know what you're saying.

You shot Gersel because even as a kid,

you had to be the man of the house.

You had to protect your home.

Yeah, or maybe I shot him 'cause the first time

I heard ever heard the words "kike" and "nigger"

was from my Dad's mouth.

And I'm not blaming my dad.

It's just that...

It's just that I am wondering,

No matter what I do for this baby,

will he someday grow up and shoot somebody else's baby?

Do me a favor, would you?

Yeah, anything.

Adjust the color.

The green looks a little off.

[TV announcers chatter]

Oh, that's big. That's a good shot.

[cheering & applauding on TV]

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