All language subtitles for Night.Falls.on.Manhattan.1996

My name is McGovern.

Mr. McGovern to you.

I am the assistant

to the assistant deputy
administrative assistant

to the District Attorney
of New York county.

You are in training as
assistant district attorneys

for New York county,

and my "assistant" title
is a hell of a lot higher

than your "assistant" title.

So watch your asses,
or you're out of here.

You passed your bar exams,
and you're here

because you didn't get
a decent offer after law school,

and you got to start some place.

I know what you got in mind:
You do your time here

because you got to have
something on your resumé.

One or two of you figure
maybe you get lucky.

Maybe Alan Dershowitz,
maybe Bruce Cutler

will see you in court one day,

waiting for their cases
to come up,

and your career will be made.

Most of you just want
a steppingstone

to some Wall Street law office,

a divorce firm
with society clients.

You're in it for the money,

so don't give me any crap
about justice,

the law, the sacredness
of your duty,

blah blah blah.
You're out of here

as fast as a decent offer
comes around,

you figure you can do better
chasing ambulances.

You're going to fight judges
that don't give a shit,

cops in court only to see
how much overtime

they can rack up,

rapists, ganef,
teenager who shot a guy

for a pair of sneakers,
scam artists, pimps,

lunatics who think
they should be outside

walking around Central Park

trying to diddle
7-year-old kids.

So now we know the truth.

OK.

Your caseload may run
40 cases at a time.

You read your
entire New York penal code

and your E.C.A.B. manual.

Now, there are 5 divisions
in the rackets division:

Construction industry
task force...

official corruption unit...

organized crime...

I'll set bail at $500.

Your honor...

this woman knifed
a store security guard.

Come on, counselor,

$500 dollars for her
is just like $50,000.

Have a heart.

You weren't just caught
with a nickel bag, Eduardo.

You got to help me
help you here.

I can get you into rehab.

You want to die in some toilet
with a spike in your arm?

Fuck you!

I represent the law.
You show me respect, you hear?

Do you want to die
in some toilet

with a spike in your arm?

Somebody shut her up!

Why do you think you should be
released, Mr. Agonostes?

I signed myself in,
I can sign myself out.

I signed myself in,
I can sign myself out.

I signed myself in.
I can sign myself out.

I signed myself in,
I can sign myself out.

I signed myself in,
I can sign myself-

I signed myself in.

We cannot let these people

run wild in the streets.

I know you will do right
by the people of New York.

Thank you.

Your honor...

Hi.

Sorry I'm late.

The judge kept-

I got to cut down on the coffee.

I'm like a goddamn pipe.

I drink it, piss it
out 5 minutes later.

I keep telling you:
Decaf. Decaf.

I've tried it.

I'd rather piss.

You know...

I'm still not used to it.

Every time we got
to hit the door.

You're a lucky son of a bitch.

You know, I haven't
slept for 2 nights?

Well...

I think maybe
I got no imagination

'cause I never think
of nothing going wrong.

I sleep like a baby.
No butterflies.

Then maybe it's...

because I got you to protect me.

Yeah, yeah.

Maybe you're just stupid.

I'm definitely stupid.

I'm also bigger than you,

so why don't you let me
hit the door this time?

Listen, you big slob,

how many times
do I have to tell you?

You're the junior member
of the firm.

The little guy goes first.

OK?

That bastard could
be up there now,

counting money.

Listen...

if we go in tonight, you and me,

we go fast, right?

Everybody wants this bastard.

We got all 3 goddamn precincts

coming together on the 4 corners

of this one block.

I don't want any of those pricks

from the 6-4,
the 6-5,

horning in on this.

Right?

We did the fucking work,

we get the fucking collar.

What about backup?

We got the warrant.
We're the ones

sitting here
getting hemorrhoids.

We get the collar.

Do you think...

Shmuellie the stoolie's
gonna show up tonight or what?

He's a junkie. How can
you trust a junkie?

You're gonna buy one someday,

you come on me like that.

Fuck you, cop.

Think it's easy?

I'm crawling here
so nobody spots me.

You think it's easy.

You're breaking
my heart, scumbag.

You just knock next time

or I'm going to take
your fucking head off.

Why're you talking to me
like that?

Liam...

why's he talking to me
like that for?

Because really he
loves you, Shmuel.

You're our favorite rat.

He's rough on you
because he doesn't want

the other rats we got
to get jealous.

Yeah.

Yeah? Well,
fuck you, too.

Cut the bullshit.
What you got?

Well, maybe I got nothing.

Hmpf!

Here, dickhead.

Get the fuck outta here.

He's up there now.

He's up there now.

Apartment 3-D.

Alone?
I don't know.

Maybe he's got some
quiff with him?

Is he carrying?

Well... come on,

Jordan Washington
don't make a move

without a rocket
in his pocket, come on.

Get the fuck outta here.

Hey, you guys are
swell, you know?

Yeah, really swell.

I hope he gives you one
in the kneecap?

Boom!

OK?

Let's go.

Liam, I want to call for backup.

We'll have him trussed up

like a deer on a fender
by the time they get here.

7-4, this is Alligretto.

We got a fix
on Jordan Washington,

1117 Barnard Street,
Apartment 3-David.

We got 2 plainclothes
going in with warrant,

send backup.

Come heavy.

Aah!

10-13.

10-13. Location?

10-13. We got
an officer down.

11... 17 Barnard.

1117 Barnard.

All right, now,
I want one man here...

You two, around the back.

And you do not give
orders around here.

Bullshit! I got a man
bleeding up there!

Then get the hell
up there and help him.

Now...

What the fuck are you doing?

Get the fucking ambulance here!

Stop it! My baby!

Get the fucking thing here!

OK, where the Fuck is he?
No!

Where the fuck is he?

Open window.
Down the fire escape.

I'll go up, you go down.

All right.

He hit the light switch.

Shit! OK?

Get out of here.

Charlie,

don't go up on that roof
alone, you hear me?

All right,
got you. Got you.

Easy.

Shit.

Shine your light over here.

It came from up there!

Charlie!

I'm turned around.

Where's the door?

Take it easy.

We're getting there.
We're getting there.

I copy that, Cecil.

We need one in the back!

It's about fucking time.

Back... come back...

Get him in there!
Let's go! Come on!

All right, lock it up,
lock it up!

E.S.U., come on!

Come on!

They need it bad.
Come on.

In the back!

Come on!
In the back!

Come on! Back! Back!

Come on. Come on.

Over here!

Lights! Lights!
I can't see.

I got his home number.
His wife's coming.

Lights up!
Picture taken.

Get your Polident, pop.

Shut your mouth.

Never mind-
Shut your fucking trap.

Hey, get a radio over here!

Has anybody got
a radio that's working?

Get on the radio,
Snyder, Ramirez.

Come in, Ramirez, Snyder.

Come in, Snyder, Ramirez,
do you read me?

Yeah, I read you.

We need some help
over here right now.

About 4 guys.

Yeah. She got
freezed for that.

It's too late for that.

All the goddamn
tax money in the city,

we couldn't get
an auditorium here?

Watch it, watch it-
Aah!

Here, let me help you up this.

All right, listen up!

I've just come from a meeting

with the mayor and
the police commissioner.

We're going to get

this son of a bitch in 72 hours

or a lot of you are going
to be looking for jobs.

We got 3 dead cops...

One cop, we don't know
if he's gonna live...

and the biggest
dope dealer in the city

got away in an NYPD car.

We have a fuckup
of historical proportions,

and 3 precinct captains
are joining the homeless,

I kid you not.

OK.

So what is
the district attorney-

that's me, for you
new kids on the block-

doing about it?

On direct instructions
from the mayor,

every detective in
our investigative division

is to drop what he is working on

and to report to the 6-4
or the 6-5 or the 7-4

to work with them.
You're supposed to be

the best detectives in the city,

and we're goddamn
well going to see

if that is true.

For the rest of you
in the trial division,

or on the executive staff:
If a cop or detective

needs a search warrant
at 3 a. m.,

you are to type it up,
go to a judge's house,

pull him off his wife or
whoever else he's on top of,

and get it signed.

If anybody calls

for a definition
of "probable cause,"

"reasonable suspicion,"
"stop and search,"

You look it up and
fax it to him in 3 minutes

or your ass is mine!

And you bend the fucking rules!

I don't want

any goddamn civil liberties
subtleties here!

We get this cop-killing
son of a bitch

and argue with the ACLU later!

Do you hear me?

Who the fuck are you,
and why are you late?

Sean Casey, sir.

I was at the hospital

with my father.

My God.

Come here, kid.

First...

how is he?

He's critical...

but he's stable.

They think the
operation went well.

He was...

How bad was he hit?

He got...
3 bullet wounds,

and there was a lot
of slivers from...

you know, damage from the door,

there's some in his eyes.

You gave blood?

Yes...

twice.

You hear that, you dead asses?

This kid just gave
his blood, twice!

So?

Get to work!
Get to work! Now!

Come on!

Sean.

Elihu.

In my office.

Sean, I'm Elihu Harrison.
Of course.

Sorry to meet under
these circumstances.

Come on, I'll show you
the way to Morgy's office.

It's down the hall.

Over here.

Right down there.

Right. I know.

Here. Here.

Sit, sit, sit.

Have you eaten anything?

No.

It's all right.

Eileen, call downstairs.

2 eggs over light,
bacon very crisp,

toasted bagel, butter, and jam,

and a large pot of coffee.

Get it here fast.

Does the.

Eli, you want anything?
No, thanks.

Does the hospital
know how to reach you?

I think I...

I left an office number.

Sean, those folks ain't
gonna answer your phone

if you're not there.

Eileen, if there are any
calls from the hospital

for Sean Casey, have
them transferred here.

So, kid, tell me...

is he conscious?

Not yet.

But the operation,
it-it went well?

Well, I think-

I think that's what they said.

There was...

so many technical terms,

I...

Eileen,
call Dr. Pritzker.

Tell him I want
a no-bullshit report

on Sean's-Excuse me,

what is your father's
first name?

Liam.
Liam?

Liam Casey.

And to keep me informed.

Pritzker's the head of surgery.

He owes me.

Thank you,
Mr. Morgenstern.

Morgy. Morgy to you, Sean,
but not in front

of those assholes
you came in with.

How old are you, kid?
33.

You're older than
the rest of your class.

How come?

Right after
college, I-

What college?

St. John's.

Right after St. John's,
I joined the force,

but I was trying to get
my law degree at night.

I was working 3 shifts.
It took a long time.

You hear that?

Not like you, Eli.

No ivy walls,

no cute little coeds

with high tits
and tight asses...

Eli here, his folks
have a private seat

reserved for family members
at Harvard Law School.

Morgy's still angry

I didn't have to go
to city college.

Goddamn right.
In this office,

it pays to know the street.

You know the street, kid?

I know the street.

I'll bet you do.

OK...

Sean...

you know why you're here?

Not really,
Mr. Morgenstern.

Morgy.

Morgy, you're being very kind.

It's not in my character.

I always want
something in return.

Right, Eli?

You don't mind if
I call you Eli, right?

Elihu, I don't know, it's
almost hard for me to say.

Eli,

it's more heimisch.

Heimisch. That's
a word of my people.

It means...

Cozy.

"To feel
at home with."

That's why
your people use chintz.

Sean...

when we capture Jordan...

and we will...

he's gonna be tried.

It's the easiest case
this office will ever have.

He left one empty gun behind,
his prints are on it,

I'll bet you whatever you want

ballistics will find bullets

in one of those 4 cops
that came from that gun.

He's the worst
dope dealer in Harlem.

A murderer of his own
people, a monster.

As I said,

easiest case this office
will ever have.

I hope they get him alive...

because I want him
put on trial by this office.

And you know

who the prosecutor is gonna be?

You, Sean.
You're gonna try him.

That's right. You, Sean.

You're looking at me
like I'm crazy.

Morgy...

with apologies to you, Sean...

Morgy, this-

this is a giant case.

Sean has never tried
anything like this

in size or importance.

Mr. Morgenstern-
Morgy...

Mr. Harrison is right.

I mean, I'm new at this.

A mistake can ruin the case.

There's no problem here.

My son could win this case,

and he's not out of high school.

And he's stupid.

This case is not complicated.

Morgy, are you serious?

You can always tell
when I make a joke.

I'm the guy who laughs loudest.

Sir, Morgy...

Look, kid,

whose father is laying out there

with tubes coming out
of every hole he's got?

Whose blood is flowing
in his veins now,

this minute?

And who put him there?

Case closed.

Food is here.
Shall I bring it in?

No. Put it in...
Di Angelo's office.

Kid, go eat.

There's a couch in there.

Di Angelo's in Florida
on vacation.

Eat, grab some kip.

I'll wake you if there's
any word from the hospital.

You got a career-making
case coming up.

Thank you.

Why are you doing this?

He's at the top of his class,

simple case...

I don't know. I got
a feeling about him.

You mean that?

Ha ha ha!

You bet your goy ass I do.

You realize I'll have to resign.

So? Resign.

Morgy, I'm senior trial counsel.

Turning this over
to anybody but me

is an insult that's
incredibly damaging to me,

to my career.

But to turn it over
to an A.D.A.

With 8 months experience
is more than insulting.

It's shocking, humiliating,
and it's unacceptable!

Listen to me, you prick!

You think I don't know
what's going on?

The walls have ears, my friend.

Those little planted
stories in the papers-

"Morgenstern is old,"

"Morgenstern's
got heart problems,"

"Morgenstern's
lost his touch"-

that's your work, Eli,

you and that goddamn
PR firm you hired.

And you thought I didn't know.

I got lots of friends,
Eli. People owe me.

You're gonna go against me
in the primary, aren't you?

And if I whip your ass,
and I will,

you'll return to
the party of your people

and make the run
against me that way.

And you think I'm gonna hand you

a career-making case
so you can destroy me?

What do you think, I'm
an idiot? You momser!

That's a word of my people.

You want to know what it means?

Come here!

Bastard!

So...

if he lives...

you've got your hero
cop as a witness,

being questioned

by his heroic,
self-made son.

You've got Rivera, Oprah...

maybe even Charlie Rose,

explaining how you made this...

heartwarming choice.

Do you think I'm an idiot?

Let me give you 3
words of my people:

Go fuck yourself.

Ha ha ha!

Up your ass.

Hey.

How're you doing, Nails?

Nails?

Nails.

I used to call you
that, remember?

A long time ago.

Nails?

Remember? Whenever you
wanted me to do something,

you used to say,
"Nail it, son."

As long as I can remember.

You'd pitch me
a ball in the park,

you'd say, "Here...

nail it, son."

Remember?

A tough exam,

"Nail it, Sean-o."

I liked it.

You never said it
to anybody else.

That's why I called you that.

I got it.

Good, Pop.

I remember...

Liked you calling me that.

Something terrific has happened.

When they get Washington...

guess who's going
to prosecute him.

It's me, Pop.

Whole career opening up.

Guess who
the... chief witness

is gonna be, Pop.

Who?

You.

First on the scene.

First to go down.

You're gonna be on the stand.

I'm gonna be asking
the questions.

My god, Sean...

everything your mother
and I worked for.

I know, Pop.

It's gonna happen, Pop.

They're kicking me out.

Yeah, I know.

You get some rest, OK?

Sean...

nail the son of a bitch.

I will, Pop.

And I love you.

Good morning,
ladies and gentlemen.

Good morning, Sam.

Good morning, Sam.

I have an announcement to make.

I have agreed to defend
Jordan Washington.

So you know where he is?

Yes, yes, I know where he is.

I want to arrange
for a quiet surrender

to the district
attorney's office.

How and when did you
contact each other?

Through an intermediary.

Talk about defense.

What possible defense

do you plan to offer
in this case?

Ha ha ha. You working
for the D.A.'s office, Bill?

Your paper certainly does.

You're usually so
willing to talk, Sam.

What's the point
of being so coy?

No, no. You're all
going to have to

just wait for the trial.

And let me assure you
that we want a trial.

In fact...

Emily, would you send
Mr. Washington in, please?

What?
What?

You've had him
here the whole time?

How long have you had him here?

Does the D.A. know
that he's here?

Jordan, now's your chance.

Make a statement.

Please, my client will
not answer any questions.

Would you take off your shirt

and lower your trousers, please?

Sam, what...

Sam...

Notice, ladies and gentlemen,

that he is completely unmarked.

Turn around, please?

There are no bruises,
no breaks of skin.

I would like you
to notice particularly

the kidney area, which is
a favorite police target.

Also the buttocks
and the genitals.

Thank you very much.

We are delivering Jordan

in perfect condition.

We have a car
waiting downstairs.

We are going downtown now
to deliver Mr. Washington

to District Attorney
Morgenstern.

We'd like you all
to come along as witnesses

so that we can all be sure

that Mr. Washington shows up
for his first day of trial

in exactly the same condition

as you see him here today.

He's bringing Washington
down here to surrender.

That fucking Vigoda just
wants to rub our noses in it.

We couldn't capture him!
He surrendered voluntarily.

Well, fuck Vigoda!

Lawrence, you get your men
down there.

When that car
turns into Worth Street,

you stop it, you drag
the black son-of-a-bitch

onto the street and cuff him!

I want 4 officers-

one on each arm,
one on each leg,

to drag that man
into the building,

throw him in a fucking cell,

'cause that's what I promised
the people of this city,

and that's
what they're gonna get.

I'm not gonna let
that little Commie shyster

humiliate this office.

And if he gets in the way,

arrest him for obstruction
of justice!

Here they come!

Wave them through, guys.

Wave them through.
Wave them through.

Lieutenant, I am
surrendering my client

according
to legal procedure-

My instructions are...

There's no need for that!

You are obstructing justice.

Damn it!
Get the cameras over here!

Unnecessary and
excessive use of force...

Channel 11's legal expert,

Joshua Field...

Well, District Attorney
Morgenstern

has had a disaster.

What was supposed to be

a quiet surrender
of Jordan Washington

turned into
a 3-ring circus.

There could be grounds
for a change of venue-

What the hell do you want?

You've buried yourself.

I've come to gloat.

You know as well as I
Vigoda's a great attorney.

If he's defending Washington,

then you know you've got
something to worry about.

That's beside the fact

that he'll have
every black militant

and left-wing group
in the city

blocking every bridge,
disrupting every highway,

and screaming police brutality

under your window every night

when you're trying
to get some sleep...

and he'll eat your
hero cop lawyer alive.

Fuck you.

I'm withdrawing my resignation.

Thank you for taking
your time accepting it.

You, my Hebraic friend,

are in trouble on this case,

and I can't wait to
see you take the fall.

Good night.

This is Liam Casey.

Please leave a message.

Hey, Pop. I hope this means
you're sleeping,

not out dancing somewhere.

Tomorrow's the big day.
Wish me luck.

Hey, Morgy, this is Sean.

I just wanted to call
to say how much

I appreciate everything
you've done for me,

and I won't let you down.

Mr. Casey, your
opening statement?

Your honor, ladies and
gentlemen of the jury,

I'm going to be very brief.

This city just recently
buried 3 police officers.

A fourth is recovering
from 3 bullet wounds.

One of the dead officers

was shot by another
unidentified officer

because of the confusion created

by the defendant's actions.

The other two dead officers

and the wounded police officer

had bullets in their bodies

that came from
the defendant's gun.

It's that simple.

The case against the defendant

is defined by 3 gravestones

and a set of crutches.

I have no doubt of our proof,

and I have no doubt
of your eventual verdict,

so I thank you.

Mr. Vigoda?

Your honor...

ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

Mr. Casey has stated
the facts,

and we don't dispute
one word of what he said.

However, you have to be crazy

to shoot 3 cops,

and Jordan Washington
is not crazy.

What Mr. Casey has left out

is that my client was
fighting for his life.

What Mr. Casey has left out

is that my client was
going to be executed.

What Mr. Casey has left out

is that cops from 3 precincts:

The 6-4, the 6-5,
and the 7-4,

were in business with my client

and had been for years.

And as in so many businesses,

there was a falling out
among partners.

Somebody else was offering
a better price

for the protection services

that these precincts
were providing,

and when my client

refused to go along
with that new price,

it was decided
that he had to go.

Why do you think 3 precincts
responded to that call?

Jordan Washington
knew what was happening

the moment that he heard
footsteps in the hall,

and he was not
going to sit idly by

and wait for his
executioners to destroy him.

Now, it is true

Jordan Washington
fired through that door,

and it is true that bullets
from my client's gun

took the lives of 2 more
New York city cops,

but their dying began
well before that tragic night.

Their deaths began
on the day that corrupt cops

agreed to protect
dope dealing in Harlem.

Now, I grieve...
for those dead policemen.

As far as I know,

they were not part
of any conspiracy.

But I cannot let a man

go to jail
for the rest of his life

for doing what is acknowledged

as a man's most basic right:

The right of self-defense.

Thank you.

Vigoda's witness list

includes 17 cops from the
6-4, the 6-5, and the 7-4.

What do you mean, don't worry?

'Cause it's bullshit.
It's a theory.

Theories are crap.

He just wants to confuse
and divert the jury.

Just don't let it divert you.

3 dead cops,
one seriously wounded.

That's your case.

There are cops
on the take, Morgy.

No kidding. Thanks
for the information.

Washington had to
be paying somebody.

Will you stop worrying about it?

That's another tri-
Just take one-

That's another trial.
This trial is about-

3 dead cops, one
seriously wounded. I know.

Eileen, I told you not spicy!

Shit!

So you were completely occupied

when Detective Casey and you
really knew nothing

about what was going on
down on the streets?

Yes, sir, that's correct.

Thank you, detective.

Your witness.

Detective Alligretto,

have you ever heard
of the name Kleinhoff?

Who?

Kleinhoff.

No, not that I can recall.

Thank you.
That's all.

Witness is excused.

Detective Liam Casey.

Do you swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth, and
nothing but the truth,

so help you God?

I do.

Good morning, Detective Casey.

Morning, counselor.

Detective Casey,

you are assigned
to the 7-4 precinct?

Yes, sir.

How long have you been there?

9 years.

And you've been a
detective for how long?

20 years.

And how long have you
been a policeman?

36 years.

36 years.

So you're well past your
eligibility for retirement?

They'll have to carry me out.

In fact, they almost did.

Can you tell us how you became
involved with the defendant?

Well, we all knew him.
Jordan Washington.

I mean, the word
on the street was...

kingpin...

top dog, numero uno,

M.M.

M.M.?

Yeah. Mean m-

Yes?

Mean motherfucker.

That's-that's what
we called him: M.M.

And how did you specifically

get involved in
the pursuit of him?

Well, me and my partner-
that's Joey Alligretto-

we have us a snitch.

Naturally, I can't
tell you his name.

We understand.
One day...

6 or 7 months ago we learned...

we'd see him coming in or out.

So you cased that house
for 21/2 weeks,

all day and all night.

Damn near.

A couple of times
we'd miss some hours.

Once we both got sick

from some bad hero sandwiches,

things like that.

Why didn't you ask for
help from the precinct?

In narcotics you
got to be careful.

On a good lead,

you don't want
too much word out.

What did you then do?

We got lucky.

Sunday night the snitch showed.

That's Sunday,
the 13th of October?

Yes, sir.

So now we're in business...

So then you had
absolutely no knowledge

of what was going on outside?

Hey, the next thing
I saw was you...

standing by my bed
at I.C.U. at Metropolitan.

Thank you, detective.

Your witness, counselor.

Good afternoon, Detective Casey.

You on sick leave
now, detective?

Yes.

What's the prognosis?
Pretty good.

6 to 8 months, I'll
be as good as new.

Glad to hear it.

Now, I only have 2 or 3 areas

that I'd like to cover.

You-You had
a warrant?

Yes.

Now, something that you said

has made me, curious.

This-This thing about
not getting any help

during what must have
been an arduous...

even torturous, surveillance.

You-You testified,

"On a good lead, you don't
want too much word out."

What did you mean by that?

Narcotics are complicated.

The fewer people know
about what you're doing,

the better it is.

Does that apply to
your fellow officers?

Objection, your honor.

The charge here is murder,
not police corruption.

The defense may tie the
two together, your honor.

Line of questioning you
opened up, counselor.

Overruled.

You may answer, Detective Casey.

You have to be careful.

I don't understand.
Are you saying that

narcotics information
is a two-way street,

that police officers can
be informed about dealers,

and that dealers can be informed

about police officers?

I'm not sure I get the question.

Well, then,

regretfully, I must be blunt.

Were you afraid

that if you involved
any other officers,

that one of them might get word

to Jordan Washington?

Like I said, you
gotta be careful.

I'm sorry to press you,
detective,

but I must ask you to
answer either yes or no.

Yes.

And since you didn't
share this information

with men of your own precinct,

you certainly didn't
share it with officers

of any other precinct,

am I correct,

yes or no?

I shared it with nobody.

Except your partner?

Except my partner.

I just have one more question.

You ever heard of
the name Kleinhoff?

Not that I know of.

He's an ex-police officer.

In fact, the records indicate

that the two of you served
in the same precinct

for a period of some 2 weeks.

It was a long time ago.
About 20 years.

Kleinhoff?

Does that name sound familiar?

No, counselor.

Like you said, a long time ago.

I understand.

Thank you.
That's all.

7-4, this
is Alligretto.

We got a fix on
Jordan Washington.

Shall I play it for you
again, lieutenant?

We hear Detective Alligretto

very clearly calling in
to the 74th precinct.

Why did men from
the 64th precinct respond?

They thought maybe
more help might be needed.

More help.

But just a few seconds
had elapsed

before your men
responded. Why?

How did your men know
that more help was needed?

Did I hear you
correctly, sergeant?

Men of the 6-5 responded

because an officer-down
call had come in?

Yes, sir.

But the officer-down call
did not go out

until almost 2 minutes

after the original call came in,

and men from the 6-5
were already on their way.

How do you explain that?

You drove-
and I quote-

"Like a bat
out of hell."

Why?

It was a big collar.

We wanted in on it.

Ha ha ha ha...

Finally someone gives me
a straight answer.

You were how old at this point?

6 or 7.

And this was your
fifth foster home?

I don't know.
I lost count.

What about brothers and
sisters, Mr. Washington?

5 of us.
Got split up early.

Ain't no foster home
wanted 5 kids.

You were the youngest?

That's right.

Where was your mother
during this time?

All over.

Mama was all over.

She was a user, an addict.

What happened to her?

I don't know.

Father?

Never knew him.

How old were you,
Mr. Washington,

when you hit the streets
permanently?

Maybe 10.

How did you live?

I became a runner.

A drug runner?

That's right.

Could you give us a description

of how you lived

over the next few years?

I kind of moved up.

I learned where the money goes.

Then I got busted,
did 21/2 at Elmira.

And when you got out?

Carved out a piece
of turf for myself.

Took it...
one block at a time.

Nobody stoppin' me.

So now you were
a full-time dealer.

That's right.

In your experience,
Mr. Washington,

what is the most important thing

a full-time
dealer needs?

There's 3 different things:

A place to buy it,
a place to sell it,

and protection.

Protection from other dealers?

No. See, I takes
care of that myself.

Protection from what?
All this shit!

And how do you protect
yourself from all this?

So how do you do anything?

Money.

Who is Kurt Kleinhoff?

Ex-cop.
My bag man.

Meaning the one who
pays everyone off?

That's right.

Can you tell us how that works?

First of the month,

Kleinhoff go out with
a little black satchel,

look like a doctor bag.

He stops by the bar,
the precinct,

and the pizza parlor
to pay off cops.

So much for the patrolman,

so much for the sergeant,
lieutenant, captain,

et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

How much?

600 grand a year.

How much?

600 grand a year.
50 grand a month.

3 precincts to pay off.

And those precincts were?

6-4, 6-5, 7-4.

And could you give us
the names of the officers-

Objection, your honor.

The defendant was not present
at the alleged payoffs.

We must not take
his word on this.

He must not name names.

Sustained.

Who is Carlos Alvarez?

Guy tryin' to take over
my operation.

And how did he try?

See, he moved the ante up.

He offered the cops
650 grand a year.

So my police friends

tried to shake me down
for another 50.

But I said, "No. Get
the fuck outta here."

See, once that shit
starts, I'm finished.

So I said, "Nah."

And I figured I'd take care
of Alvarez in my own way.

And did you?

Nah. See, I never
got the chance.

See, Alvarez figured I'd
be coming on after him.

So he tell the cops.

They don't want
to give up their 50,

so they come on after me.

And that was the night
of October 13th?

Yeah.

But I knew what was happening

maybe a month before that.

Kleinhoff say,
"First time they find you,

they comin' on
after you."

Now, we're perfectly aware

you grew up amid conditions

that were heartbreaking.

Let me ask you something...

you remember the first
time you hit somebody?

No.

Seems like I'm always

hitting or being hit.

Yeah, because you said
in your testimony here-

and I quote-

"I carved out a piece
of turf for myself.

I took it."
End quote.

That must have taken
a lot of hittin', didn't it?

Did it?

When you were expanding
your drug empire-

and I quote-
"One block at a time,"

Did you ever kill anybody?

Your honor, I am
instructing my client

not to answer that question

on the grounds of
self-incrimination.

Are you pleading

the Fifth Amendment,
Mr. Washington?

Yes.

Did you ever order
anyone killed?

Same instructions, your honor.

When you were in jail for
assault with a deadly weapon,

did you ever kill anybody?
Fifth Amendment.

When your turf
was firmly established

and you were now numero uno,
top dog, kingpin, M.M.,

did you ever kill anyone?
Fifth Amendment!

Enough of this.

We'll ask questions
in a civilized way-

Your honor, the prosecutor
is baiting my client.

Sit down, Mr. Vigoda!
I'll run this courtroom

with no help
from you nor anyone.

Continue, Mr. Casey.

Thank you, your honor.

Let's go to the night
of the shootout...

Sunday, October 13th.

Did you hear Detective
Casey and Alligretto

coming up the stairs?
Yeah.

When you fired 15 shots
straight at the door,

did you see
Detective Casey go down?

The door was there.

But by the end
of your fusillade,

the door was in pieces.

Did you see
Detective Casey get hit?

No.

Did you see any blood?
No.

When you got down
to the basement,

did you see 2 policemen?
Yeah.

Did you see their faces
before you fired?

Yeah.

Were they young or old?

I don't know.

You just said
you saw their faces.

Not clear.

Which is it, yes or no?

I don't know.

When you fired your
.357 magnum at them,

did you see where
the bullets hit?

Yeah.
Where'd they hit?

One in the head
and one in the body.

Was there blood?
Yeah.

Lots of it?
Yeah.

Did any get on your
tiny white sneakers?

Motherfucker!

Remove the prisoner!

Remove the prisoner!

Get him outta here!

Jury's on the way.

2 hours.
Good or bad sign?

Good sign, but who knows?

Guilty on all 5 charges.

OK, everybody!

Well, did I smell it?

You all thought I was nuts,

but I knew this kid had it.

Had it all!

Sean, come on up here.
Sean Casey!

Yeah.
Yes!

Come on.

A boundless love of the truth

and an instinct for
the jugular vein.

That's what makes
a great prosecutor.

And I cannot think
of a better moment

to announce my run
for reelection.

I'm glad that opposing counsel

has seen fit
to join us here tonight.

Welcome. Come on.
Welcome.

You know, I may offer Sam Vigoda

the chairmanship of my
fund raising committee.

He should live so long.
All right!

Have a good time!

Mr. Mayor!

Sir...

Sean Casey.

Sean, Mayor Williams.

Congratulations,
Mr. Casey.

I couldn't imagine

this was your first major case.

Brilliantly done.
Brilliantly.

Where's your father?

Liam! Over here!

Mr. Casey.

Gentlemen, right this way...

Smile...

One more this way, please?

Thank you.

I never knew I'd be
helping the prosecution.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Peggy Lindstrom.

I know.

We met once in an elevator.

I work for Sam Vigoda,

one of 12 irreplaceable
assistants.

I know that.

I saw you at the trial.

Sit.
Hi.

Hi.
How are you?

Fine.

I don't know if you can
make it erect.

I think I can.

Classy car.

I'm lucky.

My parents have money.

Where are we going?

Home.

I live in Queens.

I don't.

Boo!

You're a miracle.
I know,

but only to people
that I want to like me.

How do you decide?

Instinct.

I couldn't believe
what I was seeing

when you cross-examined
Washington.

I knew I was watching

the start of a great career.

I knew that, at the least,

I wanted to get you into bed.

How come you didn't
wait to be asked?

I hate that coy bullshit.

I live my life as openly

and as honestly as possible.

You're completely attractive.

I know.

So now you get
3 a. m. scrambled eggs,

I get ice cream,

and I hope I'm
impressing you enough

so that we'll
see each other again.

I'm very impressed.

We'll see each other again.

And, still,

tonight wasn't casual for me.

Well, it started casual for me.

I was a little loaded.

A beautiful
and sexy woman-

what's there to lose?

Right now, it feels like

the beginning of something.

Can you spend the night?

Impelliteri is setting

the sentencing date tomorrow.

I should show up
in my other suit.

See? The first
heartbreak already.

I'll make up for it.

How?

I don't know.

Good eggs.

What did you find?

Forget about it.

There's nothing left
of that joker

but a skeleton.

God only knows how long
he's been there.

Poor kids were crabbing.

One of their lines got snagged.

How do you like that?

On the first charge...

Would you stand,
Mr. Washington?

On the first charge-

the death of Patrolman Finney

the sentence is 25 years to life

with no parole.

On the second charge-

the death
of Patrolman Katz-

25 years to life, no parole.

On the third charge-

the wounding
of Detective Casey-

25 years to life, no parole.

On the fourth and fifth charges,

15 to 25 years each
with no parole,

sentences to run consecutively.

Good-bye, Mr. Washington.

Hey, you know that floater

you fished out last week?

Yeah. They finally
got an ID on him.

N.Y.P.D. Medical.

Name of Kleinhoff.

And that man is Pat DiStefano.

And if we stick together,

we can win it all!

We can win it all!

Hell of an acceptance
speech, mayor!

Fuck!

All right, come on!
Come on! Let's go!

Let's stop fucking around.

Now I'm sure you've
each got somebody

whose name you'd like to put up,

and we're only 2 hours away
from the 6:00 news.

Now, I've got an idea.

Morgy's in ICU.

I'd like to ask for your
prayers for him tonight.

But we are a party
rich in talent.

I would like
to place in nomination,

and I would be proud

if you accept it by acclamation,

for the office
of district attorney,

I nominate...

Sean Casey!

Casey! Casey!

Casey! Casey!

Casey! Casey!

Casey! Casey!

Casey! Casey!

Casey! Casey!

Casey! Casey!

I wish she could've seen it.

I wish she could've heard it.

I just hope she knows.

She knows.

Yeah. I think
you're right.

She's gotta be as proud as I am.

Well, I hope she
wasn't disappointed.

At what?

She always had hopes
of me joining the church.

I know she wanted me to.

Tempted?

I was.

We were blessed, Pop.

That's the word.

We were blessed.

Well, try it on.

Yeah.

Looks good on you.

Sean, Vigoda on 2.

Sean Casey headquarters.

Hello?

I know you're busy,

but it's important that we meet.

OK. What's good
for you?

Well, I'll meet you
anytime you want.

But, Sean, someplace

where neither of us
can wear a wire.

You heard that the body

that they fished out
of the river

turned out to be Kurt Kleinhoff?

If you win,

I want you
to pursue that murder...

as soon as you can.

Use the investigation division

of the D.A.'s office.

Going through any precincts
is not the best way

to find out what
you're looking for.

Sooner or later,

you're gonna
run into dirty cops.

You're not telling me

you believe your defense?

You heard the tapes.
You heard the testimony.

It was total chaos on
the street that night.

All right.
Jordan Washington is scum.

Sometimes I just get
so sick inside.

So...

so discouraged, you know?

I feel like we have to just...

give up on an entire generation.

Lock 'em up,

throw away the key.

Am I hearing this

from the last
of the sixties radicals?

Are you conning me?

Yes to the first
and no to the second.

Why'd you take the case?

Because I was after
something else.

What?

Sean. The first rule
of the drug world-

there can't be
that much money around

without dirty cops.

That's what I wanted to get to.

Why? Who
appointed you?

My 15-year-old daughter...

when she OD'd.

You know,

when your kid dies before you,

it's... it's not
the natural order of things.

Your whole life changes.

When I was a cop
with the 103 in Queens,

4 cops got caught on the pad.

It was nothing big.

The usual-
C-note a month.

But I remember,

I was ducking
into the station house

because I didn't want
to get cornered

by the reporters.

I didn't want to get
caught on camera,

because I was ashamed.

In the meantime, those 4 cops

were being brought in
by their buddies, you know?

They had their coats
over their hands

so the cuffs wouldn't show.

They had their heads
ducked down low

so nobody would recognize them.

I remember feeling
I wanted to...

pull their heads up
by their hair...

so everybody could see.

Because a cop like that,

they're scum of the earth.

You get me real evidence,

I'll follow it
wherever it leads.

Wherever?

Yeah.

Wherever.

You're a romantic.

And I think you're blushing.

It's the heat.

It's not the heat.

You're blushing.

I think I'm gonna vote for you.

Your final
statement, Mr. Harrison.

You have 2 minutes.

Though constantly taking
the high, moral ground,

Mr. Casey's naiveté
keeps trapping him

in the depths of, well,
to put it mildly,

questionable behavior.

He's in the midst
of an affair with someone.

No, no, no, please.
Please, listen.

I don't bring this up
as a smear.

It's just that the person
he's involved with

works for a law firm

that has been a consistent enemy

of law and order in this city.

In 2 instances,

traffic was stopped
for hours-

once at the Brooklyn Bridge

and once at the Queens
midtown tunnel.

They've represented
the pushcart peddlers

who drive away business

from legitimate,
taxpaying merchants,

welfare cheats,

corrupt local school boards.

In other words, all the elements

that have made life in this city

almost unlivable.

The district attorney's office

is the representative
of law and order

in this city.

Who do you want
sitting in that chair?

A newly graduated naive lawyer

with one easy victory
behind him?

A man who sees nothing wrong

with an involvement
in a law firm

that at times has brought
this city to its knees?

Or the calm, reasoned,
objective point of view

of someone
who's devoted 18 years

of public service
to this city and its people?

Thank you.

Mr. Casey.

I'm not even gonna respond
to the personal attack

other than to say that

we are sort of living in sin

because, she won't marry me.

I've asked.

But I would like to address

what I think
Mr. Harrison here

is really talking about.

We're all perfectly aware of
the complete loss of respect

that exists
for government today,

particularly the law.

Well, I believe
that the system can work.

But you, all of you, need
one basic reassurance.

You need to know

that the law applies
to everyone equally-

rich, poor, black, white,
yellow, brown,

witness, jury,
perpetrator, victim,

cops, judges,
Wall Street, welfare.

All, everyone, equally.

The party ticket I'm running on

may not like what I'm saying,

but I'm telling you how I feel.

There will be
only one standard-

did that person break the law?

If I am elected,
the law will exclude no one.

All, everyone, will be
equal before the law,

just like it says
on the building.

Thank you.

Do we have to go back?

You do.

Big campaign stops tomorrow.

Right. This place
is magic.

For what it's worth,

I'd never thought I'd
want a place like this...

until this morning

while making coffee for you.

It's worth a lot.

You make very good coffee.

I think we should get married.

Will you marry me?

Let's not push it.

Marriage wasn't great for me.

You weren't married to me.

How was your meeting
with Vigoda?

It was interesting.

Can't tell you
the content of it.

I understand.

When you're the D.A.,

we may wind up on
opposite sides a lot.

We'll have lots of secrets
from each other.

I hate that.

So, what do you suggest?

I suggest we tell
each other everything.

We'll leave it up
to the other person

to decide for themselves
whether to use it.

God, you like
to make things difficult.

Why not just keep quiet?

That's also an option.

Come in.

Thanks for coming in,
Mr. Casey.

We've seen each other
around for months,

but never really met.

I'm Captain Lawrence,

head of investigation
for the D.A.'s office.

This is my assistant,
Lieutenant Gentile.

How are you?

You did a helluva job,
councilman.

I hope I'll be working for you

after November.

This is Lieutenant Wilson,

internal affairs.

Wilson, will you take over?

Harbor police fished out

what was practically a skeleton

in the east river
some months ago.

Dental records identify the body

as Kurt Kleinhoff.

A few days later,
we obtained a copy

of a small, black address book.

I can't tell you how.

The address book had the names

of 15 police officers.

The 15 officers were
and are presently

in the 6-4, the 6-5,
and the 7-4.

As of yesterday
at 4:00,

we have officially taken
over the investigation.

That's what we're here for.

That's what our department does.

And one of our first
investigations

is to find out how many
officers named in that book

were present at the
Jordan Washington shootout.

Do you know if
Kleinhoff was dirty?

Well, we don't know...
yet,

but we sort of kept tabs on him

after he left the force.

He was always around drugs,

on the fringes.

Where there was
dope and dealers,

there was Kleinhoff.

We were getting close
when he floated up.

No point in looking
for the killer

if forensics can't give us
a hint of how he died.

Why am I here?

One of the names in the book
was Joey Alligretto,

your father's partner.

We have to bring him in, Sean,

but we don't want to hurt you

or your campaign.

And god knows

we don't want to
hurt your father.

We thought it might
be worthwhile

for you to talk to him first.

Maybe it's something.
Maybe it's nothing.

But if it's something,

maybe he'll talk to you.

But maybe we can see
if there's a way

of exercising some
damage control

in this whole mess.

And I'm supposed
to report back to you.

Is that it?

If I were you,

I'd do it, Mr. Casey.

It's better to know
than not know.

Anybody else you want me
to talk to?

Not at the moment.

What the fuck,

they don't give you an office?

We got to meet out here?

Come here.

How you doing?

What's the matter?

What's the matter with you?

I'd never wear
a wire on you, Joe.

I'm sorry.

I know that.
I'm sorry.

Come on.
Come here.

I'm sorry.

It's just that ever...

ever since Kleinhoff floated up,

everybody's a little
tense, that's all.

Why are they tense, Joey?

People are talking.

What are they talking about?

Internal Affairs
getting involved,

your office.

People are edgy.

Joey, you said at the trial

you didn't know a Kleinhoff.

Yeah, well, I lied.

Why?

'Cause committing perjury
is a helluva lot easier

than admitting
you know Kleinhoff.

Well, what are you gonna do?
You gonna report me?

I'll report as little

or as much of this conversation

as I want to.

That's the deal.

You don't know Internal affairs.

You think that's the deal.

I'm the next D.A.
of this city.

That's the deal.

OK.

I'm asking, Joe.

You a dirty cop?

Never.

Why is your name
in Kleinhoff s book?

Didn't know he had a book.

Anyway, he tried to
call me a couple times.

I always said no.

Why didn't you go after him?

The truth?

Yeah.

I didn't have the balls.

He meant a lot of money
to a lot of cops.

I figured I'd keep
my own nose clean,

and that's that.

Did he try to reach my father?

Look at me.

Did he try to reach my father?

I swear to you,

as far as I know,

your father's clean.

OK?

Why here?

You swear to me on mama's grave

you're clean on this
Kleinhoff business.

Kleinhoff?
Kleinhoff!

You know damn well
who Kleinhoff is.

Don't look at me that way.

He had his hands
all over some cops

in the 6-4,
the 6-5, and 7-4.

Swear to me right here, Pop,

right here, you're clean.

I swear to you
at your mother's grave.

I'm clean.

Why'd you lie at the trial?

Joey's already told you.

Joey told you about our meeting?

Of course.

What about Joe?

He's clean.

Why is his name
in Kleinhoff s book?

Kleinhoff tried to reach him.

Joey comes to me

and he asks me
what should he do.

What should he do!

I told him I didn't
want to touch it,

so he turned him down.

How do you know?

How do I know what?

That he turned him down!

He's my partner.

Sorry.

I'm sorry, Pop.

He's clean, Captain Lawrence.

Thank you, Sean.

Glad to hear it.

Sean talked to him.

He says Alligretto s clean.

That's what I'd
expect him to say.

9:00 results.
Let's go!

The polls have just closed.

Let's go to our correspondent
Donna Hanover

for our special
election coverage.

With voting just ended,

we've already got our first
victory of the evening.

And considering
how close the polls were,

it comes as a big surprise.

According to our exit polling,

Sean Casey will
win easily over...

congratulations, Sean!

With 64% of the vote
by our projections.

Though not quite
that conclusively,

it looks by early count

that Mayor Williams should
also waltz in comfortably.

It can't go on
like this, can it?

One wonderful thing
happening after another.

In my experience,

no, it can't go on like this.

What's been your experience?

Nothing brutal.

In fact, on the whole,
I'm lucky.

It's just that I keep
picking guys

that I expect to be perfect.

I don't mean money and looks...

like you.

Just perfect.

And then we get close,

and the flaws show up.

I guess that's my flaw-

expecting Lancelot.

You haven't picked wrong
with me, Peggy.

I know.

And it frightens me even more.

What if you're everything
I hoped for, and...

What?

And what?

And it turns out I'm not...

good enough for you.

If I'm not,

I don't want to
know that about myself.

Come here.

Will you marry me?

Maybe.

I want to.

I'm scared.

Can we at least live together...

in the same place?

OK. Your place or mine?

Whichever.

Mine.

Good choice.

But don't give up yours.

Yet.

No. I don't recognize
the name of Kleinhoff.

I've had over
a thousand officers

working under me in my command

for 32 years.

How do you expect me
to remember a name?

Because he was
paying you every month.

If you're clean,

you got no reason
to be so nervous.

Are you kidding me?

Do you know what it means
to be even called in here?

You got pictures?
What do you got?

We don't have to
tell you anything.

You have to tell us.

Bullshit. If you
had pictures,

you'd be shoving them in my face

so you turn me into a rat.

I don't know nothin' about
knocking off Washington.

I will not answer any questions

unless a P.B.A. lawyer
is present.

I'd like you to repeat that,

just one time,
outside this room.

You'd be swallowing
your teeth by now.

I swear I'm innocent.

Kill Jordan Washington?

Are you crazy?

Not a crack.

Mr. Casey.

It always starts this way.

Everybody's innocent.

They're all lying.

If their lips are moving,
they're lying.

Within a week,

somebody will come in
to make a deal for himself.

Then the whole
house of cards collapses.

They're going down.

Come heavy.

Barnard Street.
Apartment 3-David.

We got 2 plain clothes
going in with warrant.

Send backup.
Come heavy.

Hi.

Sean?

Yeah.

One of your perks...

Well, if there's anyone

you want as your secretary...

I mean, well,

you should have who you want.

Eileen, I'd you
to stay on, please.

I need all the help I can get.

I'd be honored.

Eileen, you know where
that warrant might be,

the one that Joey
and my father had?

It's in that stack
I just brought you.

All the documentation's
chronological,

so it should be...

right at the top.

That's a Xerox.

You know where
the original might be?

Who signed this?
Impelliteri.

Could have gone back
to his office.

Could be floating around
the 74th precinct.

Do you want me to locate it?

Please.

Could take a couple of days.

OK.

Hi.
Hi.

How you feeling, Morgy?

Lousy.

What else do you want to ask me?

I came to thank you.

I owe a lot to you.

Don't thank me.

I may not have done you a favor.

It'll start soon.
You'll see.

What'll start?

The pressure.

In fact, what I heard,
it started already.

What'd you hear?

Internal Affairs,
they're pressing you.

How'd you hear it?

People owe me.

How bad is it?

I don't know yet.

This is Internal
Affairs business.

I'm afraid to go
through the door.

I don't know know
what to expect.

Expect the worst.
So prepare yourself.

Everybody's gonna
want a piece of you,

now that you're elected.

Leaves you in a damn
good position, kid.

When they grab for you,

when they go for
that piece of you,

you get something back.

But you always get
back more than you gave.

You hear me, kid?
More than you gave.

What are you saying to me?

It's gonna be one
big deal I'm making?

No. A hundred little ones.
A thousand.

Deal after deal
after deal after deal.

That's not why
I became a lawyer.

Who cares why
you became a lawyer?

Only you. Nobody else
gives a shit.

Why? You want
clean hands?

Become a priest.

Look, kid, what
you're searching for,

you're not going
to find it. Ha ha.

Not in this place, this time.

Maybe no place at any time.

But you'll be better than most.

That's what you're gonna
have to be satisfied with.

Get the hell
out of here, please.

You're depressing me.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Come on.

God.

Please.

I'd kiss you, but
you're an ugly bastard.

So what do you think,
lieutenant?

Can I do myself some good here?

You're the first
to come forward.

I'm sure we can help.

But I'll need corroboration

for everything you tell us.

I don't see a problem.

My old partner-
Estevez-

you had him in here.

For a deal,

he'll talk.

Good.

That's it.

After the 2 of you,
no more deals.

I'm sad to announce
the indictment this morning

of 5 police officers

on charges of bribery
and dealing in narcotics.

Their names are
in the press release

you have been given.

The indictments are the result

of a 2 month investigation

by the Internal
Affairs division.

The investigation was
conducted by lieutenant Wilson.

End of statement.

Any more cops to come, Sean?

It's an ongoing investigation.

You're an ex-cop,
Mr. District attorney.

How do you feel?

Lousy.

I noticed-

I noticed that 3 of the 5 names

were in the 74th precinct.

Isn't your father in
the 74th precinct?

If there's anything I hate
as much as a dirty cop,

it's a scandal
mongering reporter

looking for
a sensationalist story.

Your smear of a good cop,

a cop who almost gave
his life for this city,

is despicable.

You find that funny?

Having said that,
I can tell you that

this investigation will go
wherever the evidence leads.

This press conference is over.

You're welcome.

Eileen, any word on the warrant?

I forgot to tell you.

We can't find any trace
of the original.

How come?

Happens all the time.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

I'll clear these.

Here, let me help you.

For god's sake, just sit there.

Like you to volunteer

after all the hard
work's done, right?

Making the roast beef,

that's when I could
have used you.

Peeling the potatoes,
scraping the carrots.

Just sit there drinking
and drink your Guinea Red

and I'll take care of it.

It was great, Pop.

When did you learn how to cook?

After your mom died.

Days off got so damn
lonely around here.

And people were nice.

They kept inviting me
over for Sunday dinner.

I knew I'd have
to invite them back.

The restaurants
around here ain't great.

Also, I tend to drink
a little too much

in a restaurant.

I don't know why.

So I started cooking.

It made my days off go faster,

and I could repay my neighbors

like a civilized man.

Go ahead.
Don't wait for me.

I'll get some milk.

I can't take credit
for that pie, I'm afraid.

It's store-bought,
but Casey-heated. Ha ha ha.

There we go.
Want some coffee?

Yeah.

Ahem-so, Sean,
you,

you wanted to see us and,
we wanted to see you.

So what's up?

Go ahead, take it.

You first.

OK, we got a little
favor to ask you, Sean-o.

Tough one, Pop?

For you, I guess it will be.

Go ahead, Joey.

I guess the only thing to
do is just say it, right?

Right.

Man.

I got caught with my hand
in the cookie jar.

Whose cookie jar?

Kleinhoff.

Somebody ratted me out
to Internal Affairs

and they called me in.

How long have you
been on the take?

About 4 years.

How much?

Over the whole time?
I don't know.

About 60-70 grand.

Grand jury?

Yeah, in about, 2 or 3 weeks.

What do you want me
to do about it?

Joey's offered to cooperate.

I told them, you know,
they got me.

But that fucking prick
Wilson, he turned me down.

He said he's got
everybody he needs.

Talk to him, Sean.
He can use Joey.

One more witness never
hurt the prosecution.

He'll listen to you.
You're the D.A.

You know, it's a personal thing

with that fucking prick.

He's been after me for
years. About 8-9 years-

Bullshit! Bullshit!

You might as well be
selling dope yourself.

Sean, don't.

What do you mean don't?

Don't what, Pop?

Don't tell him he's a scumbag?

That's he's a disgrace?

What about it, Pop?

You tell me, what do
you want me to do?

Sean, he's my partner.

All right, hold it.
Just hold it.

I don't want you 2 to...

I mean, that's not right.

Yeah, I'm your partner,

but this is your son.

I don't want to cause no
bad feeling between you 2.

And you, you can stop worrying.

'Cause he had nothing
to do with anything.

There's no way I'm gonna talk

to Internal Affairs about him.

What if I had
something new to offer?

Something new to offer?
Like what?

There were 8 cops...

8 cops who what, Joey?

What?

Who talked about
taking out Washington.

My God.

Including you, Joey?

Yeah, including me.

And that night of
the shootout, they all came-

And they were there

the night of the
shootout, weren't they?

Yeah. Including
the 2 rat fucks

that turned me in-

The 2 rat fucks?!
Rat fucks?!

You took money from
Harlem's biggest dealer!

You committed perjury
at his trial!

You engage in
a conspiracy to kill him

when he wouldn't
cough up more dough,

and now you're offering
to turn in 7 other cops

in order to save yourself,

and you have the nerve
to call them rat fucks?!

You were a cop, Joe,
and now you're garbage!

You're nothing!

I hope some crazy junky

takes you out in a-
in an alley one night!

Sean, I didn't know.

Vigoda was right.

It's funny.

You spend years with a partner.

You live-

sometimes, you die together,

but you don't know him.

Was Jordan Washington
the only honest witness

at the trial?

You mean, did I
lie about anything?

Of course not, Pop.

Did you?

The warrant.

That's what I came
to see you about.

What about it?

The day of the stakeout,
I made out a new one.

The old one expired
the day before.

I made out a new one,
signed Impelliteri's name.

Nobody checks the signature.

Why?

Pop, why?

Nail it, son.

Remember?

We were this close.

This close to nailing
that son of a bitch.

Snitch said he was
gonna show that weekend.

You get an extension.

Ha ha.

It was a Friday.

Go find a goddamn judge
after 3:00 on a Friday.

No, you could have
found one, Pops.

How many judges
do you think I know?

And I don't trust half of them.

I wanted Jordan Washington.

You don't know how bad
I wanted him.

The biggest fucking collar
in my whole life.

And that bastard,

murderer,

a man who destroys
his own people.

They did it to him, now
he was doing it to others.

And there were
15 cops helping him.

Don't give me that shit!

$600,000 a year!

Hear that?
$600,000 a year.

Nobody could resist that.

How many doctors, lawyers,

those bastards
who put the gas tanks

in the wrong place?

Those fucks that buy boats

with other people's
life savings?

Tell me, who could
resist $600,000?

I'll tell you who.

27,000 other cops
on the force, that's who.

Or maybe it's 26,000 or 25,000.

Or maybe it's 20,000.

But it's more than the rest
of the goddamn country.

And to top it all off,
2 of us go in:

Me and Joey!

2 of us go through that door

because we want
Jordan Washington.

Only Jesus Christ stops me
from killing him on the spot.

And you think I'm
gonna let him walk

when all I got to do
is go down the hall,

pick up a blank, and
make out a new warrant?

Make a copy,
smudge it up a little?

Leave it on my desk?

So help me, Sean,
I'd rather do time

than not do what I did.

It could happen, Pop.

You can do time
and Jordan will walk

if word gets out.

I need some wine.

I still got it.

The warrant.

The original.
The outdated one.

I got kind of superstitious.

I wanted the jacket around me

to remind me how close
I come to dying.

How lucky
I've been after-

you know how many years?

37.

37.

When I left the hospital,
they gave me my clothes back.

The jacket, the shoes,
are all that's left.

The shirt, the pants,
they had to-

they had to cut them away.

And I reached in the pocket,

there it was.

Jesus Christ, what a mess
I've brought to you.

I'm going to head home now, Pop.

Listen, Sean...

if you can't live with this,

you know, just keeping
a secret about a warrant,

j- j-j-just tell me.

I don't want you
to carry the burden.

I'll go in and
I'll tell them I did it.

I don't want you to
go against your feelings,

because you know what's right.

I'm just an old cop who...

Maybe who should have been
put out to pasture long ago,

I don't know.

There's so much going on I
just don't understand anymore.

Don't. Don't.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Joey's dead.

He shot himself.

How did you hear?

The morning news
driving down here.

Did he leave a note?

A note? Did he
leave a note?

They didn't say.

Yeah?
Frank?

Can I use your phone?

Sure.

Can't have Pop hear it alone.

This is Liam Casey.

Please leave a message.
Thank you.

I got to get out there.

Pop?

Pop?

Pop?

Pop?

Pop?

Pop?

Peggy, he's not here.

I want to get
to the office. Come on.

Just in case he calls.

You want me to come up with you?

I'll get some work done.

Hey, whose car?

Mine.

Then move it.

Sean, are you all right?

Yeah.

Detective Casey,
nice to see you.

I'm real sorry I had to
call you at home, your honor.

But thanks for seeing me.

No big deal.
Come on in.

Thank you.

Come in.

Is this what I think it is?

What do you think it is?

During the trial

there was a Xerox
of the arrest warrant.

As soon as I saw this,
I knew this was the original,

and that there's probably
a difference between the 2.

Is there?

Yeah.

The date was changed
and the signature.

Are you going to
take it to Vigoda?

I have to.

I can't. Here,
I work for him,

I'm in love with you.

I'm the D.A.,

and I'm going
to destroy evidence.

It's happened before.

It wasn't supposed
to happen to me.

It's not supposed
to happen to any of us.

That's the story, your honor.

So I came to turn myself in.

Wow.

Hello.

Mr. Casey?

Yes?

Impelliteri here.

Your dad's sitting here with me.

He's just told me
some cock and bull story

about an arrest warrant.

It seems to me he's confused.

I distinctly remember
filling out the warrant form

on the day of the raid.

What was that date again, Liam?

October 13th.

Right, October 13th.

I can remember it as clearly

as if I were doing it now.

I was so excited at the idea

that we might bring in
Jordan Washington,

I couldn't wait to fill it out.

I wished him good luck,
I remember that.

He told me there's another
warrant floating around.

Do you have it?

Yes, your honor.

Well, get rid of it.

I've got the original
right here.

It must have been
sent to the house

instead of the office.

I'll bring it in with me today.

Thanks, your honor.

Your honor, may I...

speak to my father, please?

Your son wants you.

Hey, Sean-o.

Pop.

Pop?

Did you hear about Joey?

No.

What?

It's bad news, Pop.

Pop?

So I'm quitting.

Why quit?

Because I can see
where it's going.

I owe Impelliteri.

I don't know who my father owes.

I owe Peggy, Peggy owes you

for not bringing in the warrant.

It'll go on forever.

Ha ha ha. Damn.

Sean, things never work out

as simply as you want them to.

If Peggy had brought me
that warrant,

I don't know that
I would have used it.

I mean it. I was
after dirty cops,

I got dirty cops.

Why should I let that animal
back out on the street?

What about his rights?

So, I'm not perfect.

I never thought I was perfect.

Do you think you're perfect?

Not anymore.

My name is McGovern.

Mr. McGovern to you.
I'm the assistant

to the assistant deputy
administrative assistant

to the District Attorney
of New York county.

We're starting something
new this year.

The district attorney

will be giving the opening
orientation lecture.

Ladies and gentlemen,
District Attorney Casey.

8 months ago,
I was ready to resign.

Because it was all so
much more complicated

than I imagined.

It started when
I was an A.D.A.,

just as you hope to be soon.

My first time out,
first time in night court,

I had 18 cases to handle.

And as you'll soon find out,

you have to arraign your perps

within 24 hours of their arrest.

1/2 hour before court,

I finally get all my yellow
sheets down from Albany.

And the first guy up,
I've never seen before.

But his yellow sheet shows

he's got one prior
conviction for robbery.

But I don't know if
he mugged an old lady

in an alley to feed his habit,

or he stole food
from a supermarket

to feed his kids.

And later I
get involved in a case

where breaking the law
was more just

than upholding the law.

And upholding the law
killed a man.

Now, I don't have
to prepare you for a job

where circumstances
are black and white.

I was lucky.

I had a case like
that launch my career.

Now, you're gonna
spend most of your time

in the gray areas.

But out there,

that's where you're
gonna come face-to-face

with who you really are.

And that's a frightening
thing to ask of you,

and it might take
a lifetime to figure out.

For me, I know I have 2 things.

I know I still have
complete faith in the law.

And I also know I'm fallible.

And I just hope God is
not finished with me yet.

For you, it's gonna depend
on who you are right now.

If you're in it for the hustle,

I guarantee you're
gonna come across a case

that you actually believe in,

and you're gonna lose it.

It's gonna break your heart,
and you'll be damned.

And if you think you're a saint,

well, I guarantee you you're
gonna come across a case

where you're gonna
have to make a deal,

and you're gonna win it.

And that will break your heart.

And you'll be damned.

So you might as well believe
in it from the beginning.

Hurts less that way.

If you get tired, get out.

'Cause I'll fire you.

If you find that
the funny stories

are starting to matter more
than the case, get out

or I'm gonna fire you.

And if, God forbid,
you wake up one day

you just don't care anymore,

then please, just get out.

Because then I'm gonna
really have to fire you.

But if you're ready to
take that kind of risk...

welcome.

And as an old retired cop
used to say to me...

"Nail it."

And good luck to you all.