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In the criminal justice
system, the people are represented

by two separate yet
equally important groups…

The police, who
investigate crime,

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

The computer age.

They made
mistakes before computers.

Mixing up a homicidal
maniac and a turnstile jumper?

"Bruno Walker" sounds
like "Brutus Walker."

Yeah, only Brutus
carries bigger guns.

Here… 2330 St. Nicholas,

Apartment 4D, Mills.

- My money says we get nothing
out of the girlfriend. — Really?

Where's the first place you'd
go, you get released early?

Plus, rumor has it she's been
hooking out of her apartment.

How entrepreneurial
while her man's in the slam.

Officer Rennick, Ms. Sandoval,
you know this gentleman?

He came from Walker's girlfriend's
apartment. I've never seen this guy.

Well, it ain't Walker…
Brutus or Bruno.

- You guys, take the roof.
- C'mon, upstairs!

This where your
friend took a flyer?

He was the super's friend.

We're all friends here.
What the hell happened?

Brutus…

Grabs him by the neck
and throws him out.

Don't even think about leaving.

Rennick?!

Sandoval?!

Oh, my God!

- He's still alive!
- Call the paramedics!

Sandoval!

Sandoval!

10-13! 10-13!
Police officer shot!

Police officer shot!

Come on, people.
Stay behind the tape.

My first week on the job…

I come home…

and my wife

has the "Telegram"
open to this item…

"Cop killed in Brooklyn."

Outside a candy store.

"Telegram"?

There used to be a lot of
newspapers in New York, huh?

Then they all started dying off.

Now it's the cops.

How many this year so far? 13.

Let's keep
it clear here, folks.

We got a body
bag coming through.

They couldn't resuscitate him.

You guys go ahead.
I'll be over in a minute.

You remember the "Telegram"?

What?

Nothing.

I saw the stretcher.

It happens.

Yeah.

- Anything pop on Walker?
- Do you believe in miracles?

Yeah, I pray for them.

I pray some cop
finds him in an alley

and can save the taxpayers
the trouble of a trial.

If it was you and
Walker in an alley

and no one else was there,

he didn't have a gun

and was gonna give himself up…

I'd shoot him in the face.

Hey, you want the name of
Walker's second grade teacher,

the first girl who
let him lift her skirt,

and his mother's cousin's
friend's dry cleaner?

It's all here.

"Turn the other cheek."
You believe in that?

Yeah, twice a year.

Christmas and Easter, in church.

You hear Profaci?

What, are you taking a poll?

You agree with him?

Sandoval's supposed to
meet us on 103rd Street.

You talk about cold. She loses
a partner and she can't even…

Hey, hey, hey. Don't
hold that against her.

Everyone deals
with it differently.

They crossed
over from that roof.

- Walker?
- I couldn't see him.

It was dark.

Well, maybe you saw
some muzzle flashes, huh?

Or a light

from the stairwell
doors being opened?

I guess I was looking
the wrong way.

My call is…

Walker took these stairs down.

Now you and Rennick,
when you came onto the roof,

were you together
or did you split apart?

How many citations for
bravery do you have, Logan?

- I've got six! — No one's questioning
your courage, Sandoval.

Except you.

Back off, Mike.

Let's go check with the super.

How do I
know what goes on

in the middle of the
night on the roof?

Do you guys know how many people

have died in this
building over the years?

- Mr. Yost? — One body we
discovered because of the stink.

Another, a baby…

Gets pushed down
the incinerator chute.

These people are animals.

Look, could you help
me out a little bit here?

No one likes it.

You don't. I don't.

The company that
pays my salary don't.

But one thing they
don't like, neither…

They don't like it when the
property doesn't get taken care of.

Yo, Jack!

Two people got killed here
last night and one was a cop!

So?

I never could figure out

what all the fuss was
about when a cop gets killed.

You guys get paid
to deal with scum.

What the hell do you
think's gonna happen to you

if you do that?

Two weeks, three weeks
from now, you'll be gone.

But I'll still be here.

And so will the company
that pays my salary.

Supplemented by a
little procuring, of course.

Procuring? I don't
know what that is.

- But you can't… — He doesn't
know what the word means.

How about "pimping," Yost?

Like in "The Cassie Mills
Elevator Service, Inc."?

As soon as I finish
cleaning, I got plenty of time.

It's a pretty nice looking jacket
for somebody to throw away.

The kids hang around
back here making a mess.

They leave me alone,
I leave them alone.

Know what I mean?

Someone left it? Last night?

Yeah. Red.

A wise-ass.

Yo!

Hey, listen up. Anyone
recognize this jacket?

See, folks,

what we got here is an
entertainment situation.

Me and my colleagues over
here, are the entertainers.

And you folks, well,
you're the "entertainees."

Like "Indiana Jones" over here.

If you stop to watch baby bro',

I figure you've been
entertained, am I right?

So you might want to become

part of the paying
audience, if you get my drift.

Baby brother needs
a new pair of shoes.

Hey, Red?

I don't take food
stamps. I'll be right back.

You work a spot last night, Ray?

Yeah. 880 2nd Avenue.

Made some good money, too.

You can ask the
lady in the restaurant.

- She'll tell you.
- After that?

Home!

But you stopped at 103rd
Street to blow a little weed, right?

Guess what? You left
your jacket over there.

That used to be my jacket.

And now? It's my ex's.

She kept missing rehearsals

so I had to throw her
out of the act, y'know?

Guess what, Red? You're
gonna take us to her.

- When we split up…
- You kept it as a souvenir?

- That's old stuff.
- Not so old.

You were wearing it last night.

On 103rd Street
and St. Nicholas.

Yeah, back of number 70.

Don't touch me!
Don't you touch me!

I don't let no man touch me.

Where'd you
get the gun, Ravina?

I… I found it.

Take it easy.

I found it in back
of the apartment.

Okay, Ravina.

And I took it so no one
would mess with me…

No one would ever
mess with me again.

Put the gun down, slowly.

It's okay.

Put it down… Slowly.

Nobody's going to mess
with you. Put it down.

So Ballistics says Rennick
was killed with the same .32

that we took away
from Ravina Price?

And the gouge on
the barrel happened

when the gun hit a
pavement from a height.

Maybe.

You hate the Mets, right?

Almost as much as
you hate the Yankees.

We don't agree
about a lot of things.

So? "Po-tah-toes, po-tay-toes."

So why do we agree that
something doesn't add up here?

All right, Walker
shoots Rennick,

throws the gun off the roof.

But how about
Walker drops the gun

as he's walking
down the fire escape?

Carmen, Greevey.

I want you to run some
serial numbers on a .32 S & W.

I keep hearing the zipper
on Rennick's body bag.

Great, 15-year-old
high school girl.

Some neighborhood kid.

She says she picked it
up in back of the building.

- Max, can I see you for a second?
- Yeah.

The girl ever use
guns? She got a record?

No.

She's got no motive
to shoot a cop.

Problem is, her
prints are on the gun.

Brutus Walker's aren't.

So, Walker tosses
a guy out a window,

runs up to the roof,
shoots Rennick,

and then wipes the gun
clean before he drops it?

I… I don't know.

It was cold. Maybe
he was wearing gloves.

How well do you shoot
a gun with gloves on?

Serial number. And the
gun that shot Rennick?

Sold by Jovino's Gun
Shop, West 1 7th off 9th.

Tell us about the
robbery. What did they take?

Took four pump shotguns

and eight handguns.

Is this one of them?

Right make. Right model.

Looks pretty beat up, though.

Somebody wanted to
see if it could bounce.

Got the serial number?

Yeah, I got the
serial numbers, too.

Old habit.

I used to be on the job
before this happened.

The Three-Nine. You
ever work the South Bronx?

- No, but I worked "The Rug."
- Brooklyn?

Ooh, that precinct
was a real hellhole.

Late '60s.

Same here in the South Bronx.

They used to throw stuff at you

from the windows on slow days.

Remember the coats that
we used to have back then?

Hard to dodge in those tents.

But thank God for the slow days,

'cause in the days
that weren't slow…

That what happened?

Nah, I was on foot patrol.

I was going down the
subway to use the can…

Winter… and I hit an icy step.

Broken back?

Yeah.

Thanks for your help, Ross.

20% off, anybody with a badge.

- Boy, that is rough.
- Yeah.

You know, I don't think I'd
make it like that in a wheelchair.

- I'd rather go quick.
- Like Rennick?

Then what happens to the family?

Cassie, we need
some answers about Brutus.

I ain't talkin' no
more about Brutus.

Well, if he bothers
you you call us.

And what? You meet
me at the hospital?

You cops…

You're always saying,
"Cooperate. Cooperate.

I'll make sure nothing
happens to you."

And then either you
catch the guy or you don't.

You put him away, or you don't.

And then it don't matter,
'cause he gets out,

or he got friends.

Unless you are willing to
walk two steps behind me

for the rest of my life,
you can't make me safe.

No one's ever safe, Cassie.

You know, when I was a kid,

my mama, she'd say,

"You do right,
and you'll be okay."

I guess when you're a
kid, you got to believe that,

or else you won't never grow up.

That don't look like
none of Brutus' guns.

He like big ones.

- Big ones.
- Are you sure that's not his?

You said he had a lot of guns.

Brutus had more guns
than he had shoes.

And, honey, he had shoes.

But if you want to be
sure, go ask his sister.

More like his mama.

Anytime something went
wrong, Brutus ran straight to her.

I guess even Brutus
gets scared sometimes.

Brutus
never had no trouble.

It was everyone who
met him had the trouble.

Uh, no. He doesn't have a gun.

He never did.

So he just pushed that slug
into Cruz with his thumb, huh?

She's not gonna change.

Her brother's a saint.

Another hundred years,

he'll be stuck on
people's dashboards.

I got nothing to say.

Well, in case you
change your mind.

No, I don't need that,

'cause I ain't never
gonna see you guys again.

Yes, you are…

When you bury your
cop-killer brother.

Listen good, my man,

when we nail Brutus and find out

you could have helped
us and didn't, we'll be back.

And you'll go down
for "conspiracy."

Maybe "accessory—
after-the-fact."

Brutus showed up at the store

right after he got
loose from Riker's.

Made some calls. I told
Mavis to send him back,

but she gave him her car keys.

I don't see how you can say

Segovia and Eric
Clapton in the same breath.

Sandoval! Hey, how you doing?

Take off the kid gloves,
Greevey. I'm not that fragile.

Ease up, all right? He's
asking you how you feel.

I can handle what I
gotta handle, okay?

- If you didn't just…
- Easy, easy.

- If I didn't what, Logan?
- Nothing.

If I didn't lose my partner?
If I weren't in mourning?

Spit it out!

Hey, Sandoval.

Okay… I don't like you.

I didn't like you before
Rennick was killed.

His being dead
doesn't change that.

- In fact…
- What?

If it had been Greevey you'd be
red-eyed and weepy? No, you wouldn't.

- Sandoval, why don't… — You'd be showing everyone
how tough you are. You can handle it.

Because I'm a woman, if I'm not
sobbing, you think it doesn't hurt.

- Fine… — I'm just as much
of a cop as you are, Logan!

I'm just as tough as you are!

And I got a dead partner

and my feelings about
that are my own business.

Ask your partner.

The way I heard it, he
was no barrel of laughs

when his partner bought it.

You lost a partner?

- That was a long time ago.
- Hey, Max. Wait a minute.

You didn't even mention it.

It wasn't relevant…

it was a long time ago.

He didn't observe
procedure at a traffic stop.

Went over to the
driver's window… bam-o.

All she wrote.

That's crap, Simpson.

Look, I may not be as
eloquent as Sergeant Greevey

but I'm afraid I'd have to
agree with his assessment.

Walker thinks we got
nothing better to do

than to accuse him
of shooting Rennick

so that we can
execute him on sight?

Give me a break!

You know as well as I do

Walker's a dead man.

Hey, if he stays on
the street you're right.

If he's ready to surrender
we'll make sure he's safe.

He'll surrender… If
you give him immunity.

- Immunity?
- Why don't we give him a pension?

In exchange for information.

Rennick's pension!

He says he didn't kill Rennick.

Right… the bullet
in Rennick's neck

and Rennick's death are
just a coincidence, huh?

I may not know where he is

or what he did or
did not do, Detective,

but I do know what he
told me on the telephone.

You want to make the deal, fine.

You don't, I'll
communicate it to my client.

We're not in the habit of making

blind deals with cop killers.
Mr. Simpson. Good day.

And if it hadn't been a cop…

what would your
decision be then?

Think about it.

Well…?

Walker's driving
around in his sister's car.

We called in a C.B.

And Walker's
brother-in-law, Ray,

says he was
talking on the phone.

I'm gonna need a subpoena
to get to those phone records.

What do you think
about what Simpson said?

What?

If it hadn't been a cop shot, would
we be more likely to make a deal?

It was a cop.

Just go check the phone
records. See who he called, okay?

Laneer!

Very photogenic, Laneer.

You look just like
your mug shots.

Even from the back.

Sergeant Greevey,
Detective Logan.

I must have owed
money in a previous life.

This ain't the Borscht
Belt. Save the schtick.

The name "Brutus Walker"
strike your funnybone, Laneer?

I can't say that it does.

Wrong answer.

The phone company says
he called you from his sister's.

I told him I couldn't
do a thing for him.

You're still tap dancing, Kevin.

Man, you think I'm crazy?

I got four more months
on parole. I got a good job.

I'm happy on the outside.

I'm happy you're happy.

You want to bug my
phone? Go ahead.

You want to toss my
place? Be my guest.

We got to take this call. Go on.

The car's
registered to Walker's sister.

I double-checked it.

That's a two-base hit.

Walker shows up,
we got a home run.

I spotted it two hours
ago. No one's come near it.

Call in a surveillance request.
Schermerhorn and Sullivan.

Wait a minute, Wait a minute.

Sullivan and Brent.

- Laneer's parole officer… — Said he
works in a park at Sullivan and Brent.

That's right around
the corner. Next block.

We may have batted
this one out of the park.

Call in for backup.
A lot of backup.

No lights, no sirens.

Sector Adam calling Central K.

Quitting time, Brutus!

Nice disguise, though.

You want me to run…

so you can shoot
me and be a hero.

Disappointed?

Not yet, Walker.

Not yet.

We've charged Walker with throwing
Ramos out of Cassie Mills' window.

She's cooperating,
and with her testimony

I'm pushing for
an early court date,

though Walker's
lawyer will try to stall.

- Did you read the paper this morning?
- "The Times."

"The Times," huh?
Well, I read four.

They hardly mentioned
the flying Ramos.

Paul, tell him who
they mentioned.

- Rennick.
- Rennick.

Rennick.

New Yorkers don't
always love their cops,

but they hate the
people who kill them.

I want him convicted. Let's
slow down and do it right.

The press starts chewing
on your heels, blame me.

"Starts chewing," huh?

This is a cop killer
we're talking about.

We let him walk…

I'll be deboned, butterflied

and flambéed.

I want this off the front page.

The Rennick case is going
to take time to prepare.

Take time? That's
a good euphemism.

All right, then it's
gonna take a lot of luck.

Lacking evidence, I'd say that
was an optimistic assessment.

We've got Sandoval's
statement…

That the roof was dark; that
they were shot at from ambush;

that she never saw clearly
enough to return any fire;

and that she didn't even
see Walker's escape route.

I never said we could
prove Walker was on the roof.

Why, Detective?

Because Brutus Walker
was Harding Cistal's cellmate.

What did Cistal have on
him when he was arrested?

Suspect had in his possession…

four shotguns and
seven handguns,

All of which were
traced to Ross' gun store.

But Ross says there were eight
handguns stolen from the shop.

When my husband
reported the fender-bender

he was in to the
insurance company,

he threw in the broken tail
light from six months before.

Ross has no reason to lie.

He even had the serial
number of the eighth gun.

Just like the one
that killed Rennick.

I know.

Are you planning to charge
Walker in this lifetime?

Maybe I should rephrase that,

'cause a lifetime in this
city can be pretty short,

especially if you're a cop.

You think a badge makes one life
more valuable than another, Trent?

Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do.

All Brutus Walker wants

is the opportunity
to speak with you.

Really? A discussion of
Fifth Amendment rights?

Get serious, Stone.

How serious do you want it? I am
not interested in making any deal.

Look, I'm just
Walker's messenger.

Really? Then don't call me

until his lawyer
wants to get serious.

I'm going to show
you something that may belong

to your ex-cellmate, Mr. Walker.

Do you recognize it?

It's a gun.

Very good, Cistal.
Can you spell "gun"?

Sure.

"D-E-A-L."

Maybe we ought to trade seats.

I hear yours is getting
a little hot lately.

If I were you, I'd indict
Brutus Walker like yesterday.

You've passed the spelling test.

Obviously you read the
newspapers. Can you count?

Part of the haul you
took from Ross' shop.

- You took eight guns.
- You were picked up with seven.

It was that new math.

Let me guess.

I'll bet this is a
ballistics report

that says the bullet
that killed that cop

came from this gun.

I'll bet you're gonna ask
me if I sold Brutus that gun.

I can solve your problem
and my problem all at once.

You just tell me when and where

I sold Walker that gun.

My guess is you and I won't be
talking to each other about this case.

You're missing a bet, Stone.

I can give you
whatever you need.

I don't think so.

Cistal's arrest forty-nines…

When the guns were recovered
from Cistal's apartment…

All except our .32.

Rennick was one
of the search party.

Was Sandoval there?

No, they weren't
partnered up then.

Eight-to-five, Rennick
helped himself to the gun.

Why?

It's untraceable. A lot of
old-timers carry dropped pieces.

If they shoot someone they
say had a gun, and can't find it,

they drop untraceable
iron on them.

In Harlem once, they found some
stiff with six guns underneath him.

So what are you saying?

Rennick shot himself then
dropped the .32 to implicate Walker?

I don't know what I'm saying.

No, that wasn't
one of Pete's guns.

This is very
important, Mrs. Rennick.

He only had two. His on-duty
and one he kept for off-duty.

A lot of cops keep
an "unofficial" weapon.

No one minds it, really. A lot of
wives don't even know about it.

I knew everything about Pete.

You did? He talked to
you a lot about the job?

So?

These are great. I
have a few myself.

This…

this television…

This is nice.

It's expensive, though.

Pete was always a good provider.

He always took the
maximum overtime.

Who was on duty when
Rennick's locker was opened?

Me. Find anything unusual?

Like what?

Rennick did his job.
He never complained.

And he always paid
for his own cup of coffee.

Cragen's got the complete list.

Thanks.

I'll tell you one
thing about Rennick.

What's that?

He didn't believe
in plea bargains.

Sandoval?

Check the duty roster.
You've got a new partner.

Officer Sandoval, I'm Paul
Robinette from the DA's office.

I tried to reach you at home.

Yeah, I got your message.

Lou Bridges, my
lawyer from the PBA,

tells me not to talk to anyone
without him being there.

He says that includes the DA.

Wanna talk? Clear
it through him.

Wait, am I missing
something here?

Aren't we on the same side?

I gotta change for roll call.

Look, Officer…

Are you deaf or just stupid?!
I told you, talk to Bridges!

Why don't you bastards
just leave me alone, huh?

The Internal Affairs Shooting
Team has already closed the case.

That's not the only issue here.

It is for me.

I had Rennick's payroll
records sent over.

Not a minute of overtime.

A kid in college? A new car?

That's a lot of mileage
out of one paycheck.

So let's give him the
benefit of the doubt.

- Lotto.
- Belmont. Poker.

Oh, nobody's that lucky.

And if he was on somebody's
pad, what does that get us?

I don't know.

Either way, he's still a dead
cop with expensive tastes.

I traced his new car.

Oh, it's terrible what
happened to Rennick.

Terrible. I hate to lose
a customer that way.

So he wasn't a first-time buyer?

Rennick? Oh, Rennick
was like the vernal equinox.

Every spring…
robins, crocuses,

and Rennick in
here for a new car.

Did you carry the paper?

He'd trade in the old model,
pay the difference in cash.

- What a gent.
- Yeah…

They were coming in Friday.

I was having the
cars detailed today.

- "Cars"?
- A blue wagon

and a white Corvette
for the missus.

She didn't seem
like the Corvette type.

Who are you kidding?
That foxy blonde?

Hell of a looker for a widow.

She may want the 'Vette yet.

Her name is Louisa
Birken. A model.

Rennick told her
he was undercover.

Yeah, beautiful. Case
gets better and better.

Wanna write the headline? "Dead
Cop in Love Nest with Model."

How'd she meet him?

She was trying to find
her way to Bloomingdales.

- And he came to the rescue?
- Heidi and Peter,

hand in hand, ever since.
I'm meeting her this afternoon.

Do you mind explaining how this is
going to help us convict Brutus Walker?

I don't know. But it's not
something I can ignore.

Rennick paid all the bills?

Rent? Phone? Food?

He liked to show
his affection, he said.

Why'd he do all this?

So you'd remember him
when he wasn't around?

I know what you're thinking,
and I know what this looks like.

But, Peter really loved me.

How often did you see him?

Four or five times a week…

Unless he was away
on an assignment.

Did he use the telephone much?

Mm-mm. Nope.

Did people visit him
at your apartment?

No.

Did you ever see
him with this gun?

No.

I think he was married, but…

but he said not.

So…

sometimes he would give
me envelopes for me to keep.

What was in these envelopes?

Money.

You remember the
dates that this happened?

Yeah.

Almost every case Rennick
and Sandoval worked

checks against the dates Louisa
told us he gave her money to hold.

Drug raid, drug raid,
drug raid, possession.

- That's our friend Walker.
- Twice.

Both look like clean collars.

Drug raid, B and
E, dealer homicide.

Most of the time there was
either drugs or money confiscated.

Most of the time?

Sometimes they
came up empty-handed,

or so they said
in their reports.

Meaning they sold the
drugs and pocketed the cash.

I don't want to know this.
Nobody wants to know this.

Don't sink with this one. Rennick
was skimming before you were partners.

Look, I want
you to quit hassling me.

Rennick's girlfriend… that's where
his money went. Where's yours?

Brooklyn Federal Savings.

I'm looking for
more than $2,416.

Maybe it's in a shoebox
somewhere, right?

My shift's gonna start.

Sandoval, if you
are clean on this one

you're playing it all wrong.

Boy, that's quite
a coincidence…

Running into District
Attorney Schiff on the elevator.

It was a fortuitous coincidence.

You must have been
riding that elevator for hours.

What are you selling?

Rennick was dirty.

Sounds like the
Brooklyn Bridge to me.

Real dirty. He
killed a drug dealer.

I'm listening.

I don't see you taking
out your checkbook.

You don't get it, do you?
There's no deal on this one.

It's Walker's play.

So, Walker's got a dead drug
dealer he wants to talk about?

What does
Walker get out of it?

The satisfaction of
being a good citizen.

Why are you being so
unpleasant about this?

You think this is unpleasant?

You ever go over my
head to Schiff again,

I'll show you how really
unpleasant I can be.

At least we know Rennick
killed a drug dealer.

Right.

All we have to do now
is find out which one.

Then all we have to do is
figure out who killed Rennick.

What was the name
of that dealer homicide?

Powers, right? Ricky Powers.

Yeah, it was six
weeks ago. It was awful…

Screaming, cursing, shooting…
And then Ricky's dead.

Sprawled all over the floor.

He was a nice kid. Poor
Ms. Perry was beside herself.

This isn't that
type of building.

Does this look like
a drug building?

- Which apartment is Ms. Perry's?
- There.

I can't believe poor little
Ricky was selling narcotics.

Someone called 911, Ms. Perry.

Well, it wasn't me.
I was too scared…

All that yellin'…

You hear the man
yelling who shot Ricky?

He said something like

"Nobody shortstops me."

- Short weights?
- Short weights.

Whatever that means.

Then, after a little,

the police came…

Man and a woman.

Ooh…

that's when my blood ran cold…

when they started talking,
because the man cop…

It was the same voice.

He was the one that
shot poor little Ricky.

It's your
meeting, Brutus.

I must object to my
client being shackled.

I'll make a note of that.
You have two minutes.

All the time you were
saying no to Simpson,

I knew you'd talk to me.

1:52.

All right, all right.

I found Ramos with Cassie.

She's my girl.

But I hardly touched him.

- "Hardly"?
- She's my girl.

When he saw me, he
got up, he went over…

Let me guess…
He got so shook up

he tripped on a chair
and fell out the window?

You must've been there.

- So?
- So…

I want a pass on Ramos.

And I'd like an evening in a
jacuzzi with Cybill Shepherd.

Hey, look, man, Cassie
will never testify against me.

Yesterday, the DEA picked
her up in a car with sale weight.

All she wants is to
play "Let's Make a Deal."

That's a setup. You set her up!

Time's up.

You blew it, Stone!

You blew it big! No way.

No way I give you the name of
the guy who Rennick whacked!

You mean, poor little Ricky?

Damn it, Stone.

If you knew that,
and there's no deal,

what's the point
of this meeting?

Education.

What is the
nature of the emergency?

I want to report a shooting.

Dude's bleeding
like a stuck pig.

Sure sounds like your
voice to me, Brutus.

Doesn't take much to figure
Rennick offed Ricky Powers.

Then he made you call 91 1, so
he could be the first car to respond.

How am I doing?

No immunity, no plea bargains.
Rennick hated plea bargains.

Oh, man… Rennick was a scum.

He was dirty the
day he was born.

Hundreds of brothers
wanted him dead!

here are, to say
the least, credibility gaps…

Inconsistencies. Is there
something you'd like to add?

I don't know. Why don't
you spell it out for me?

Fine… Rennick
catches Walker holding

the day before he hits
Ricky, and promises Walker

he'll let it slide

if Walker will make the 911
call from Ricky's apartment.

It was no problem…

Ricky's apartment
was in your sector.

Rennick drove the
patrol car right there.

Rennick goes upstairs,
he shoots Ricky,

leaves, goes back
down to the car.

Walker stays in the apartment,

calls 911, then splits.

The call goes out,
you're the nearest unit.

You're the first
ones on the scene.

And Rennick ends up
writing all the reports

on a murder that he committed.

How am I doing?

You know those party favors…

The ones you put your
fingers in at either end…

And the more you pull, the
harder it is to get them out?

The way to get free is to relax.

Just… let it go.

Confession's good
for the soul. Is that it?

About a year ago…

they caught Rennick pocketing
cash after we took down a dealer.

He offered me a cut,
I told him I'd quit first.

Nikki, I must advise
you to remain silent.

He made all the "rotten
job-rotten pay" arguments…

and finally he said he'd stop.

But he didn't?

I always wanted to be a cop.

Ever since I was six years old.

Rennick and I would go
days without talking about it.

I think I really knew,

you know…

inside.

I knew what was coming.

Did you know that he
killed Ricky Powers?

It was like watching
an accident.

Having a premonition…
Watching yourself…

go through the
motions to fulfill it.

I started taping things…

for my own protection.

He knew I knew too much.

What?

Just kept one of those
microcassette recorders in my jacket.

I can't believe he never knew.

It was on the night
we came up here.

Whole thing's on tape.

Gentlemen, I think maybe
we should make a formal statement

after I've consulted
with my client.

Rennick!

Rennick, where are you?!

Where'd he go?
Rennick, I can't see you!

Rennick!

I can't see you!

Was this where Officer
Rennick pointed his weapon at you?

He just came over
and took my piece.

Where was Walker?

He was well
off the roof by that time.

And you didn't know
Rennick's position?

I thought he'd gone around
the access door toward Walker.

He was right behind
me with his gun drawn.

Pete!

Oh, God! Oh, my God!

She realized she
was about to be the victim

of an accidental
shooting, so she ran.

Rennick shot and missed.

And she had an ankle
holster with a .32 in it.

She hit him in the
neck with the first shot.

Where'd she get the .32?

From Rennick, when
they first became partners.

"Someday," he
said, she might need

to "stick it in a dead scuzball's
hands to save herself from the DA."

- Nice favor.
- Yeah.

She sign the statement?

With her lawyer present.

Still have to go
to the grand jury.

What are you gonna ask for?

Justifiable homicide.

Total walk.

The only thing she's
guilty of is bad judgment.

She should have
turned the bastard in.

She's a good cop.

If she's not totally
cleared, she'll lose her job.

It's your call.

99 times out of a hundred
I stand in this grand jury room

and ask for an indictment…
for permission to prove to a jury

that someone's guilty, and
that they ought to be punished.

No crime cries out for punishment
more than the killing of a police officer.

However, not all
homicides are crimes

and the people believe the death of
Officer Rennick was a justifiable homicide,

and that Officer Sandoval
acted in self-defense.

Loyalty is an important
quality among cops.

For partners, a
kind of insurance…

A guarantee of trust…

that they can depend
on one another.

Today, I'll tell you
about a young cop

whose partner violated
that bond of loyalty.