Caleb Harrison and morbid coincidence

The year is 1972, the dialogue is terrific the film unfolds with twists superbly disguised, secrets spill. Sleuth a mystery thriller comes to a shocking climax as the pollen light shifts and freezes across the screen. It is mid-December and somewhere a call girl labours . . . Caleb Harrison is born. His death will form its own mystery.

Sammy Yatim killed on a street car by a cop

Forcillo convicted of attempted murder

 (second six shots, as Yatim was no longer a threat)

Those of us who have traveled on a streetcar seldom remember our brief interactions with the strangers who stare ahead glazy eyed, waiting for their next stop. The homeless man, the laces of his shoes untied, shivering as he unwraps the elastic band off a scrumpled ball of paper. The mother who comforts an overweight child grasping a take away bag. The woman who speaks loudly into her cellphone at a supposed husband who didn't return home last night. The business man who gives away his seat and the boy attached to his ipod who pretends to sleep. The green eyed teenager of small build surrounded by police as they yell into the street in aggressive tone, "Drop the knife, Drop the knife . . . ."