Homicide: Life on the Street s02e02 Episode Script

'Who killed Charles Courtland Cox? 'Baltimore Homicide detectives have asked that question hundreds of times 'since Cox, 22, was shot in the back while being pursued on foot by police.
'Many in the Fayette Street area say the police shot him in cold blood.
'According to an informed source, 'investigators have asked the 15 officers who were at the shooting 'to hand over their weapons for inspection.
'Investigators anticipate matching the bullet to one of the officers' guns.
'Several of the officers are being interrogated again.
'But none of them are currently under suspicion.
'The mayor has called the incident senseless and tragic.
'Community leaders have demanded a free and open investigation ' The law says that killing someone in cold blood is murder.
We became cops to uphold the law and the truth, no matter how painful that truth may be.
- The truth? You want the truth? - Yeah! When I got there, he was already dead.
And I didn't touch him.
Ask Hellriegel.
You stayed your gun went off once, accidentally, when you fell.
This report indicates that the bullet that killed Cox did not come from your service revolver.
My union lawyer tells me I'm off the hook.
Just tell me what you know, Jerry.
That's all.
Whatever you know! All right.
- Maybe I heard one shot.
- Yeah.
Or maybe it was a car backfiring.
Lies! Lies! Lies! So am I still a suspect? Why would I be carrying a second gun? I don't own a second gun.
The bottom line - you're gonna have to tell the truth to a Grand Jury, or when the truth does come out, face perjury charges.
You understand? I was chasing the other kid.
I was going the other way.
But there were two shots, two bullets.
One from Hellriegel's gun and one in Cox's body.
- You don't not hear two shots.
- You're out of your mind.
Hellriegel says that he didn't even get to the alley until you called him over.
How the hell would Hellriegel know? - OK.
- I don't know.
- It was a car backfiring.
- I don't know.
- It was a shot.
- I don't know.
- You can go, Lieutenant Tyron.
Thanks.
- Right.
Between us, I don't think you killed Cox, but I think you know who did.
And in a panic, you two concocted your story.
But it wasn't planned what happened.
It all happened so fast, that you didn't really have time to think - Is that what happened? - I'm not saying one word.
Officer Hellriegel, you may go.
Thank you very much.
Most of them are having trouble keeping their stories straight.
It's one thing having civilians lie.
It's another thing when cops do it.
Being cops, I hoped they'd be better liars.
Frank, you know my feelings about this.
You're hurting the whole department by making every cop a suspect.
These are not street punks you can roll over.
They have dignity.
They're family.
La famiglia.
Capisci? The body is that of a well nourished black male Congratulate me.
What for? Felicia and I have decided we're in love.
So, you've decided it's love, huh? What were the choices? Could have it been insanity? - Congratulate me.
- I'm not gonna touch that hand.
I don't know where it's been.
I've got enough problems already.
Another drug dealer.
Collect all 13 in the series and win a set of dishes.
Live stupid, die young.
What have we got here? What's this? Tropical fish? - Is it alive? - Is it lying on the top? You're so bitter.
I'm in love and it drives you crazy.
Be happy for me.
I'm head over heels.
I'm ecstatic.
I'm beside myself.
Jealous.
You're riddled with jealousy, big man.
Face it.
You're cranky and bitter.
You don't have any juice left.
You're out of oil.
I can read your dipstick.
You're jealous and you have no redemptive qualities whatsoever, so you strike out, belittle and ridicule.
You're going to wind up like one of those old guys all by himself on a park bench feeding pigeons.
- Hey, how're you doing? - Gee says we're on the Cox case.
Yeah.
I need you canvass the Fayette Street area with Bayliss.
Hello, Frank.
Hi, Lieutenant Tyron.
- You know the Lieutenant? - He was my boss over in South West.
He taught me everything I know.
I taught a lot of rookies, only a few got the message.
Sit down, Frank.
Let me buy you lunch.
- Huh? - Pembleton, how are you doing? - Come on, Frank, sit down.
- No, no.
I don't think so.
- What's with him? - I don't know.
- Cheers.
- Prost.
- What is Frank's problem? - What do you mean? I don't know.
Today at lunch he was acting all weird.
You know Frank.
On a case like this, he tends to shut himself off.
Does he really think one of the uniforms shot Cox? I don't know.
- Did you ever fire your gun? - No.
You? Yeah, once, when I was in uniform.
My partner let one go, so I did too, just out of solidarity.
We even knew the guy we shot at.
He said, "Timmy, you tried to kill me.
" - Did you hit him? - No.
I aimed over his head.
I apologised, but the kid never looked me in the eye again.
I aimed in the air.
You might have hit somebody else.
That bullet had to come down somewhere.
- Hi.
- Yeah? Detective Howard, Homicide Department.
- I've got a few questions.
- The cops You have not come to find out about that boy.
- You've come to cover up your dirt.
- Ma'am - There's always drugs and shooting.
- If we could have two minutes I see stuff all the time.
Where are you when we need you? You're covering for the guy you work with.
We know what happened.
No! I have no information.
- What am I gonna tell you, boy? - Facts.
- We'd be happy to hear from you.
- Thanks.
Yeah.
Does she want us to catch this guy or what? Afternoon.
We're police.
This is Detective Howard and I am Detective Bayliss.
- You could have fooled me.
- Harris, don't be rude.
- I'm Dale and this is Harris.
- Hi.
- How are we today? - I'm OK, how about you? I could use a cup of coffee.
Do you have any? We've got basil, parsley and radishes, but no coffee.
We're going to put in two rows of green beans.
- We've got plans.
- Great.
- Did you shoot that boy the other night? - Huh? No.
- The child's from this neighbourhood.
- And he's a good kid, I know.
They all are and so God knows why we're paid to do this job.
He was no boy scout, but compared to most he was OK.
Everything's compared to most these days.
There aren't any saints.
- That's the real picture.
- Sure.
We don't like cops coming in our neighbourhood and killing our kids.
- Did either of you see anything? - No.
And we wouldn't tell you if we had.
I'm just trying to get the facts to figure out what happened, huh? Look over there, detective.
You'll see what happened.
Listen, if you hear anything, give me a call, all right? - Good luck with the garden.
- Thanks for your time.
We examined the service revolvers of each of the responding officers.
- None matched the.
38 that killed Cox.
- Another dead end.
So, either one of the uniforms was carrying a second gun or took Cox's.
In either case, the gun is most likely at the bottom of the Patapsco river.
Why do you say "One of the uniforms"? - Gee, a cop shot Cox.
- How can you say that? You've done nothing to locate a civilian suspect.
You've been following one narrow path of attack.
- You've canvassed the neighbourhood.
- Three times.
No witnesses.
You've check the run sheets of each officer? All the radio cars can be accounted for at the time of the shooting.
Colonel, I interviewed the uniforms at the scene, again.
I'm still getting stonewalled.
I'd like to have these four officers undergo lie detector tests.
Gee, with any other murder, wouldn't you give faulty witnesses a polygraph? This is no ordinary murder.
There are fellow police officers involved here.
- They deserve the benefit of the doubt.
- I'll allow the tests.
But only if the uniforms agree to it voluntarily.
- Swell.
- Thank you.
Thank you, Colonel.
- OK, you can both go.
- Gee - Get the hell out.
- So many times I've tried to Show me proof that a police officer is guilty and I'll bring him down myself.
But I want proof! I want the truth! If you're wrong, you know what it means? Yes You talk to me with the same respect you show those white boys.
I do, Gee.
You know that I do.
Get out of my office and close the door as you leave.
How do you know this fish isn't evidence? A sixth sense.
I don't get the feeling that is vital.
This was recovered at a crime scene.
All items recovered at crime scenes fall within your purview, don't they? Are you Rules and Regulations? We took up a collection last week to find you a new partner.
He is new.
Doesn't he look new? That's very funny, Stanley.
What do we do with this thing? Find a porcelain receptacle in the men's room, and give him one last whirlwind ride.
You are heartless.
You're a moral mutant.
This is a living thing.
Don't you have a conscience? Don't you have kids? - Should I do the honours? - This was at the scene of a crime.
- It's a witness.
- I'll flush it for you.
No, no.
I'm keeping this.
What are you gonna do? Put it in the witness protection programme? - It's not a piranha, that's for sure.
- Oh, no! Jack Cousteau.
Jacques Cousteau! Felicia has fish just like this.
I'll ask her.
She knows everything about fish.
She has a 50 gallon tank, all these tropical fish in it.
She knows everything.
I'm gonna show this to her God! Look at that.
Isn't that beautiful? Compared to what? You? Let's go get something to eat.
I'm gonna go see Felicia.
Felicia loves fish.
Maybe if I give this to her, she'll get spontaneous with me.
- Stanley.
- Detective Howard, how are you? - I'm fine.
How are you? - Same.
Fine.
Are you sure? Yeah Listen, what are you doing for dinner? I've got a date with Ed.
Howard, Homicide.
Oh, yeah.
Hi, Jimmy.
Yes, yes, I will be on time.
Felton, what do you say we catch a clam chowder special at the Wharf? I don't get a dinner break anymore.
I've got a marriage counselling.
That is a waste of time.
Have dinner with me.
If you need counselling, I'll give you counselling.
I want to stay in my marriage, Stan! Besides, if I don't show up for counselling, she'll kill me.
- Frank! - Hey, Kay.
How are you doing? All right.
You like it up here, huh? Yeah, it helps clean out my brain.
It's like that song # When this old world starts getting me down # Blah, blah, blah # - # Up on the roof # - Up on the roof, right.
But it works.
Jimmy Tyron just called.
He says he's coming over to take a lie detector test.
Look, Kay, if you're here to beat me up, you can go and stand over there.
No.
I know you and the way you work.
If you want Jimmy to take a polygraph, you've got a damn good reason.
Between you and me, is he a suspect? Kay, at this point, my grandmother's a suspect, and she's been dead for 12 years.
I've heard so many variations of the truth, I've figured maybe a lie detector test will help sort it all out.
I can't get past the fact that my instincts tell me a cop shot Cox.
I don't know why I feel it, and I don't wanna feel it! But, I mean You know Tyron.
- Is he capable of this? - Anyone's capable of anything.
Oh, Frank, I should have told you earlier.
Jimmy and I had an affair.
Short, but oh so sweet! - Why short? - He's got a wife and kids.
Is he capable of killing Cox? Sure.
Did he? I sure hope to hell not.
You really loved Tyron, didn't you? You've got keen detective instincts.
- Thank you.
- Sure.
Oh, God! Ma'am, excuse me Hello? I'm sorry to interrupt your reading, but could you bring me a cup of coffee? I'm not your waitress.
Of course not.
How stupid of me.
I should have known! Linda's your waitress.
I've been here about five minutes and I haven't seen Linda, so could you ask her to bring me a cup of coffee? - Linda.
- Hot stuff coming through.
Here we go.
I've got your vegetarian dish.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
Lasagne and steak - Hey - I'll be right there.
- Cheque! - OK, coming through.
- Coffee? - Linda! Yes, I was gonna order coffee.
Thanks.
How did you know? Wait, don't go away.
I could eat a small pony.
- We're out.
- OK, all right - I feel like a cheese burger.
- You don't look like a cheese burger.
- Excuse me, Detective.
- Yes? - I'm Dale.
- Oh, yeah, Dale.
I remember.
- Would you like to sit down? - No, I can't stay.
I don't like what's going on in my neighbourhood.
Everybody's so angry.
It's only gonna get worse.
We've gotta do something.
Do you have some information on the death of CC Cox? Yes.
I guess I do.
OK, come on.
I don't know nothin' about no shootin', man.
Your grandmother was here and she says you were an eye witness.
Yeah, she says she saw you and Cox running out of a crack house together.
- Wait Did she say that? - Yeah.
First of all, she's old and she's wrong.
I wasn't even on the street when the gun went off.
Then you heard the gunshot? Why is he so resistant? Maybe he's afraid of testifying against a cop.
Or maybe he saw Cox fighting someone else - a neighbour or a friend.
- And Staley trying to protect him.
- Maybe Staley killed Cox.
His grandmother saw him in the alley right after the shooting.
Kay, I want you to get all you can on Staley.
Not just his criminal record, but his personal life, habits - You know the routine.
- OK.
He's not the guy who shot Cox, Gee.
Frank, you've always prided yourself on working alone, going your own way, using your own methods.
- I've given you a free hand, haven't I? - Yes.
The Italians have a saying, which roughly is, "Let fate take you by the hand and guide you.
- "If not, she'll drag you by the heels.
" - Meaning? A few weeks after I got my first uniform, Doctor King, rest in peace, was assassinated.
The city exploded, the people went on a rampage.
I had to make up my mind that night which side I was on.
Now it's your turn, Frank.
It's your turn.
- Which side am I on? - You heard me.
OK.
You want him, Gee? You got him.
Mr Staley.
Hello, how are you? - Or would you prefer Lane? - Bringing in the heavy artillery.
- Lane is cool, man.
- I'm Frank.
Thank you for coming down here to help us out.
Has anyone offered you anything to drink? This guy offered me some coffee, but I don't drink no coffee, man.
You weren't given another choice? OK, I apologise for that.
I'm sorry.
What would you like? Cranberry juice, man.
That's nice.
Cranberry juice.
Can we have a cranberry juice? Make that two cranberry juices, please.
I say "please" because around here I can't be too casual about my manners.
You've been working here a long time, right? - Not long.
Ten years.
- Ten years? - Did you start when you were six? - Sixteen.
So? But you're a very good waitress.
I just may have caught you on a good day.
I don't know.
But I don't think I'm wrong about this.
You enjoy your work a lot.
- Are you kidding? - No, you do.
That's very rare.
I've been on the job twenty-odd years and I get zero from it.
- No pleasure whatsoever.
- What do you do? - I'm a cop.
- Ah! Long shifts, just like you.
No respect.
It's not just a job.
It's an obsession, like drinking coffee - you know it's killing you, but you can't function without it.
- My job drives me crazy, too.
- Then why are you so happy? You've got to do something in between every day.
When I'm playing my violin, it's my diversion - Whoa, whoa! - It feels - Did you say violin? - I did.
- How could you play the violin? - How? I learned.
- It's not that - What? Am I lying? - Waitresses can't play the violin? - No.
See - I play cello.
- You play? - What? A cop can't play the cello? - No.
Cello is great.
Cello is great.
It seems like it's another life, almost.
I just love the way it feels.
I mean with the cello it's different.
You've got this big thing clamped between your legs.
But I love the vibration of the wood on my throat and on my neck.
I used to take it out every weekend, play a little Handel.
If I didn't play once a week, my head would blow off.
I just play one song of his Passacaglia.
Do you know that? - Oh, yeah.
It's one of my favourites.
- I like it because it's slow.
There's just one phrase.
I never could get it right.
- Hey, do you still have it? - I don't think I ever did have it.
Your cello.
Do you still have your cello? Yeah.
I put it under the bed.
I thought maybe that would give me the urge to play the cello.
- I study over at the Peabody.
- The Peabody? That's first rate.
You should come by and practice with me.
On Thursdays from six to eight I get into the rehearsal hall.
- No - The guard's a friend.
- I couldn't do that.
- Well whatever.
- I was never that good.
- It's not about being a good cellist.
It's about having a good time playing the cello, right? Hey, I'm glad I caught you.
We found a witness in the Cox shooting.
Lane Staley.
Do you know anything about him? Yeah.
Staley is small time like Cox.
He brought Cox into the business.
You could've mentioned that.
I tried talking to Pembleton, but - He's a good detective, Jimmy.
- I know, Kay.
I realise Pembleton needs all the help he can get.
We are all spooked.
What can I say? Just get me Staley's records or anything else you've got on him.
- Maybe he's the one we're looking for.
- Yeah.
What? I was just thinking about Annapolis.
Us driving down to Annapolis for dinner.
- Jimmy - What? We can't reminisce about the good times? There's nothing wrong with that.
- I could've called you about Staley.
- I know.
There's something else, which I probably shouldn't tell you.
You didn't do too well on your polygraph.
You think I lied.
I just don't understand why you'd be nervous taking the test.
I didn't think I was.
You know what I remember about those dinners in Annapolis? - What? - You'd pick me up.
And I'd sit in the car while you called your wife from the payphone.
You said it helped to look at me while you called.
I never understood that.
Why would you make me watch you tell Sara how much you loved her? What? We talked about your marriage all the time.
I thought you felt guilty.
But maybe you liked the excitement of lying your wife and getting away with it.
- CC was your friend.
- No, he wasn't my friend.
I know him from around, that's all.
From around where? Around the alley on Fayette? - Look, man.
I said he wasn't my friend.
- OK.
Tell that to him.
- Do you want a cigarette? - Yeah.
Thank you, boss.
You have a very busy record of theft and drugs.
Drugs, drugs, drugs.
That's just small stuff.
Just some goofs to knock off the boredom.
We never spent a day in jail, man, you know that.
For six months you guys shared an apartment together.
You were godfather to his son.
You were friends, right? Nothing wrong with being friends.
Yeah, all right.
Yeah, all right.
OK, we were friends.
Wait, wait! You told me that you kind of knew him from around.
- We were friends, all right? - Right.
After he asked you.
But don't tell me, right? Tell it to this white detective.
Smoke his cigarettes and thank him.
What you beefin' about a cancer stick for? I'm not dissing you.
This is about respect, Mr Staley.
For you, for me.
You thank this white detective, but you lie to me.
You deny CC Cox, say he's not your friend.
Black, black! That is so damn typical.
You're leaning too much, man.
You're making a whole lotta stuff outta nothin'.
Did you say, "I'm nothin"'? You said, "I'm nothin"? I'm nothin'! I'm nothin'! I'm nothin'! Get outta here.
Go ahead.
- You mean me, Frank? - Get outta here.
Come on.
Go, go, go! Thank you.
Yeah.
He's off the damn page.
I don't know where he is with this one.
You just made a bitch out of me in front of my partner.
- I've gotta get back in there.
- Leave him be.
- He's off track.
- I said leave him be.
You Shut up, boy! I'm talking now! And I don't like to repeat myself.
I'm the one who was treating you with respect.
Do you know how much goes into that? Do you have any sense of what it's taken me to be here with you, for you, to make sure that you have the respect that you deserve? When I first started as a policeman, I had to walk a beat in the industrial park.
And what were my duties? To check the trucks had the correct licenses.
I was a glorified meter maid.
I was a meter maid, Mr Staley.
But I kept at it because in my heart I knew I'd become a good cop for our community.
- No cops live on my - Shut up, boy! I'm talking now! I didn't want it to be that same old, same old, when the white cops took the brothers in the back of a paddywagon and beat a confession out of them.
Huh? We know those days, don't we? We know those stories, don't we? There's a real history, isn't there? Huh? Just get a confession out of one of us.
By any means necessary.
Now here I am, here you are, and you are not in the back of a paddywagon.
Yet you still make fun of me in front of one of them.
You make me look like I don't exist.
- That white boy makes you look like - Shut up! Don't tell me that.
Please, son! Don't lie to me again.
This is what you did.
Just like what you did to CC.
You denied him.
Your friendship It never existed.
CC never existed.
What's going through his mind when he's lying there in that alley? - I don't know, man.
- He was alone, he was scared.
Yeah.
And? He is lying there.
His blood is pouring out of him.
He's on his back.
That's how I found him - on his back, looking up.
What is your friend looking at? - I don't know.
- He needs somebody to help him.
He needs his friend Lane to be there.
Lane, who'd never give him up.
- I wanted to help him.
- Sure, now! Now you wanna help him! Now! But when you first pulled CC into one of your deals, you put the bullet out there that killed him.
You set it in motion.
No You knew what you were doing, the first time you involved CC in one of your schemes.
You put him on the line, you laid back and you set him up to end up in that alley with a bullet in his back.
- No.
He was your friend, your homie, your amigo, your blood.
And all the while, you were setting him up.
He trusted you.
- I would have never set CC up, man.
- It was gonna happen.
It had to.
Once you got them involved, it had to happen.
I loved CC.
More than his damn mother.
He knew that.
- CC is dead.
- I didn't kill him.
- He's dead because of you.
- No! Not me.
I'm clean, all right? - I'm clean! - "Why do I have to die in this alley? "Why do I have to die here? "Why am I alone? "I don't want to be dying here? Not by myself!" Stop it, man "Lane.
Please, help me.
"Lane, please help me, Lane.
" You put the bullet out there.
You put the bullet in his path.
- You left him to die alone.
- I'd never hurt CC.
You put the bullet out there.
You watched him die, alone.
You put the bullet out there.
You might as well have pulled the trigger.
You put the bullet out there.
You killed him.
You killed your friend.
You killed him.
You shot him, didn't you? You pulled the trigger, you shot him, didn't you? - You pulled the trigger.
- Oh - I didn't kill him - Now, son go ahead and say it for me.
"I put the bullet out there.
" Yes I put the bullet out there.
"I shot him.
I killed him.
" I shot him.
I killed him.
OK.
- I killed him.
- OK, OK.
I killed CC.
I'm sorry I'm sorry You are responsible for the murder of CC Cox.
Yes.
You killed CC Cox.
Yes.
Ask CC for forgiveness.
Tell him you're sorry for killing him.
Put pen to paper, son, and you'll feel better.
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Help me! Please help! How was that? Good enough? - Frank - No.
He says that he did it.
He signs that he did it, so he did it.
Oh, Gee, I'm so damn proud of myself.
- You've gotta slow down.
- I did this for you, Gee.
All right? I got him to sign on the dotted line for you.
He didn't shoot the Cox kid.
But go ahead, look at him.
Look at him.
He's proud to have signed.
He would have stood a better chance in the back of a paddywagon, with jackboots and clubs.
He would've gotten a fairer shake.
So how are you today? Is this a court of law? Are you a Jesuit? We're not in Spain now.
This isn't the Inquisition.
- Easy.
Steady, guy.
- Don't patronise me.
You think your sarcasm can disguise your patronising pity? You're not fooling me.
You're not fooling anybody.
I just asked how you are.
Do I look like I need pleasantries from you? All women are nuts, you know that? The ones I should be interested in I can't stand.
The insane ones, the ones that are nuclear, those are the ones I fall for.
- A killer.
She's a killer.
- Felicia? That tropical fish turns out to be a damn Jack Dempsey.
A Jack Dempsey? Like the heavy-weight fighter? I don't know how she got her name.
All I know is she's an assassin.
She's worse than a piranha.
She uses piranhas for toothpicks.
She ate every single fish in Felicia's tank.
There was nothing left but bits of fin floating on the top.
- Felicia didn't know of this fish? - She knew.
But after I put it in the tank.
It was gonna be a surprise.
How was I supposed to know? It ate 4,000 dollars worth of her fish.
And I've gotta pay for it.
Plus, I'm out.
She threw me out.
That's right, she threw me out.
She's gonna keep the Jack Dempsey.
I wanted to flush it.
But she said, "No, I want to keep it because it reminds me of" This is her word, "It reminds me of how much I loath you.
" - I'm sorry to hear that.
- I bet you are.
No, I'm sorry.
Affairs of the heart can wreck a man worse than any cancer.
Yeah, they can and they do.
I don't wanna be alone tonight.
Could you have dinner with me? I'd love to.
I've gotta be somewhere.
- You? Where are you gonna be? - It's no big deal.
It's personal business.
In order to have personal business you've gotta have a life.
And you have no life.
What's that smile? Why are you smiling like the Cheshire Cat? You're smiling how Buddha smiles.
You're smiling like that Jack Dempsey.
You're smiling like you ate the whole damn tank! You don't deserve to be happy if I'm this miserable.
Open up.
Mr Staley, do you mind if we talk for a moment? I want to talk to you about what happened in the alley.
- I knew you saw who killed CC Cox.
- I can't.
- Why? - Because he said he'd kill me too.
- I promise you - You can't promise me nothin'.
He knows where I live and where I hang out.
Just like he knew CC.
This is the confession you signed last night.
That night was crazy.
Everybody is running, guns are shining off the street lights.
I duck into the alley and become part of the shadows.
CC had his hands up.
But he's still shoving him around.
They were both spitting adrenaline.
They were hotwired.
- He's got his gun out.
- Who? - The cop.
- Oh! CC knocks the gun out of his hand and starts running.
The juice is really popping now, man.
I could see it in his eyes from where I was.
The cop pulls out another gun and shoots CC in the back.
He didn't yell, "Freeze! Don't move! Stop! Get down!" Nothing! Then he turns and sees me.
The name.
I want the name.
Good afternoon, Lieutenant Tyron.
We're here to execute a search warrant of your premises.
This is your copy.
May we please enter and do so? Sir, we can spend eight hours rustling through your intimate possessions, or you can show us your lock box.
- I target shoot a lot.
- 158 Grain Lead.
- Same load that killed CC Cox.
- Small world.
- Where is your gun? - What gun? You've got bullets but no gun? If you target shoot so much, why is this the only box missing shells? - You tell me.
- OK In the heat of the moment, you shot Cox in the back.
But he was unarmed.
And you couldn't figure out how to right it up.
- So you lied.
- Really? Oh, yeah.
Really.
I've got an eye witness.
Then I guess we'll have to wait and see who the Grand Jury believes.
Me or your eye witness.
If I match these shells to the one that killed CC Cox, we'll get an indictment.
You're under arrest.
Not in front of my kids, OK? - Yeah.
OK.
- Can I go say goodbye to them? Yeah.
Homicide.