All language subtitles for NYPD Blue (1993) - S11E03 - Shear Stupidity (1080p HULU WEB-DL x265 LION)

Previously on "NYPD blue"...

Maria Oliveira.

Why wasn't I notified

before my mother was taken
to the hospital?

It's Hector acevedo.

She's your mother,
but this is my case.

I can't let you
look for him alone.

Did you break in on my mother,
or are you a dead man?!

Go to the car.

I'm staying here.
Go to the car!

You received two complaints
for excessive force

when you were in narcotics,
right?

You're in the field as much
as I was, you ruffle feathers.

It goes with the territory.

Another complaint
when you were in uniform.

Goes with the territory,
right?

I was never disciplined
for anything,

and I'd put my record
up against any cop's.

Mr. Acevedo, where do you
presently reside?

Green haven
correctional facility.

And what are you
incarcerated for?

Burglary, robbery, assault.

And who was
the arresting officer?

Anthony Rodriguez.

Could you describe the
circumstances of that arrest?

Yeah, he busted into
my apartment.

He accused me of breaking in
on his mom.

And what happened then?

He stuck a gun in my face,

said if I didn't confess
that I'd be a dead man.

Did you confess at that time?

As fast as I could.

That wasn't
your first contact

with lieutenant Rodriguez,
was it?

No. He arrested me in '93
for selling crack.

I served eight years.

Mr. Acevedo,
were you guilty

of all the crimes
you've been convicted of?

Yes, I was.

Lieutenant Rodriguez
put you in jail twice.

Can you see why
your testimony here today

might be viewed
with some skepticism?

Look, I'm paying for what I did,
and I'm owning up.

And what I'm saying happened
really happened, okay.

Whatever bad things I done
in my life-- I'm sorry--

a cop shoving a gun in my face
in my house,

that's wrong, too.

Thank you.
No further questions.

Judge: Your witness.

Mr. Acevedo...

You say you confessed
because lieutenant Rodriguez

threatened to kill you,
correct?

That's right.

Did you challenge
that confession in court?

No.

Let's talk about why
you're testifying now.

Were you subpoenaed?

No.

Then how did you come
to be here?

I read about the case.

I wrote a letter
to Mr. Sinclair,

and I said I had information
that he might find useful.

So you're here out of your
devotion to the legal process?

Objection.

Withdrawn.

Any chance you might be
harboring a little ill will?

Nothing that would make me
lie in this court today.

Of course not.

Convictions for drug dealing,
robbery, assault--

lying's not consistent
with that moral code.

Objection.

Sustained.

Nothing further.

You can step down,
Mr. Acevedo.

Call your next witness,
Mr. Sinclair.

The defense calls
detective Maria Oliveira.

Sidebar, your honor.

Approach.

The prosecution requests
an offer of proof

as to the substance
of this witness's testimony.

Detective Oliveira
was in the room

with lieutenant Rodriguez
and Mr. Acevedo.

She's a corroborating
witness.

Judge, the jury has already
heard from Mr. Acevedo.

The detective will be offering
cumulative testimony

on a collateral matter.

The impeachment
of lieutenant Rodriguez

is hardly collateral.

I'll allow it.

I have a matter in another case,
so we'll take a brief recess.

That should give you time to get
up to speed, miss Haywood.

Thank you, your honor.

Court is adjourned
until 11:30.

Take the jury out, Eddie.

What's up?

You never said anything

about another detective being
there for the acevedo arrest.

I didn't see any reason
to jam her up.

She's jammed up, Tony.
She's been called to testify.

She's not gonna corroborate
acevedo.

She's a stand-up cop,
and there's no way--

I don't want to hear about
how you think she'll lie

to cover your ass
because I hope you'd know

how bad a position
that would put me in.

If she corroborates
that witness,

you'll look like a violent cop
who's quick to pull his gun,

and I'll look like
I'm prosecuting a guy

who acted in self-defense.

I gotta go.

Whoa.

He going
out of the picture?

50/50.

Ron szudarek--
stomped, cigarette burns.

They did a number on him.

The victim say anything?

All he could do to moan.

Neighbor down the hall
called it in-- Dan spolen.

He said he didn't hear
any beating.

You talk to him?
No, not yet.
He's all yours.

All right.

Mr. Spolen...

The wife--
she's terrified.

Sure.

How well do you know
mister, szudarek?

I wish better, but he's not
a real neighborly type.

How did you come across him
this morning?

I was heading up
to read the paper on the roof.

I have an outdoor set
up there-- chairs, umbrella.

And I noticed
his door was open,

so I knock, and I found him
on the floor.

That'syour apartment?

How did you see
that the door was open?

Just, did.

Why did the color just drain
out of your face?

I was going to the roof
to smoke a cigarette.

I'm not supposed to,
but once in a while--

that doesn't explain
what you're doing down there.

I keep the cigarettes
in there...

And mouthwash
and hand sanitizer.

If...

If we could just
keep this between US...

Great.

I am in
for a ration of hell.

Remind her how
your neighbor's face

got turned
to ground Chuck.

That might take her mind off
your horrible little secret.

Go home.

What's going on?

I guess the defense called
this detective from the 83--

a Maria Oliveira.

Yeah, I know that name.

When the lieutenant's mom got
assaulted, she caught the case.

She was there when the boss got
the confession off that guy.

Yeah.
That ain't good.

And I guess it kind of took
Valerie by surprise.

What do we have
on that assault case?

Victim's at bellevue.
He should make it.

Medavoy and Jones
are on their way

to interview an employee
at the victim's barbershop.

John: Can I help you?

My name's Andrea miner,

and I need to talk to someone
about my husband being missing.

Detective Clark.
My partner, detective sipowicz.

When did you see
your husband last?
Yesterday morning.

He had an interview
at e. N. L. Moving and storage

to drive a truck.

And I called,
but he never showed up.

His name's Troy miner.

And he's not answering
his pager, his cell.

How old is your husband?

30.

And, no, there's not
some ho on the side,

and, no, he's not in a gang,
and, no, he does not have

a drug or an alcohol
or gambling problem.

He's a family man.

And there's definitely
something wrong.

Well,
seeing as he's an adult,

and it's been
less than 48 hours--

can you just
take my word for it?

We can't take an official
missing-persons report,

but we will look into it.

I'd really appreciate that.

Um, the last number
I put on there

is Troy's cousin
Corey mack.

He's a thug. He may have tried
to mix Troy up in something.

We'll talk to Corey.

And we're on this, okay?

Thank you.

Excuse me. Bob drazin?

Detectives medavoy and Jones.

How ya doin'?
Any word on Ron?

He's hanging in.

I been to the hospital, but
they won't let me talk to him.

Well, he's still being
treated.

So I came back here to keep
busy, but I can't open up.

It's disrespectful.

Sure. We got some questions
about Ron.

A good guy.
Didn't deserve this.

You know anybody
that would want to hurt him?

No, but whoever did...
You two close?

Yeah.
Knew Ron a long time.

He got any enemies?

Everyone liked him.

He owe money?
No.

He got a drug problem?

Come on, you're totally off.

We're off?
This isn't 20 questions, Bob.

What's going on?

I'm sorry.

I was thinking of taking care
of this problem on my own,

and at the same time,

hoping that someone would
come along and stop me.

You're just
not quite getting it.

Give US a hand.

You want to talk to our
landlady-- Doris vidi.

She upped the rent
a couple months ago,

trying to get US out.

How heated did it get?

Well, there was a lot
of yelling on the phone.

Yeah, well, how did
that get to torture?

She's got a pair
of degenerate sons.

They collect every month.
I could see them doing it.

Anybody else come to mind?

'Cause he was beat
worse than a rent dispute.

No, no,
he's a well-liked guy.

And those brothers--
those brothers are trash.

This is who you're gonna
pay a visit to

if we hadn't come along?

With a bat in my right hand
and a pipe in my left.

But you're not going to now

'cause I'm gonna have
to take you in.

Yeah, if I keep busy,
I'll be fine.

All right, this,
Doris vidi's phone number.

In your initial interview
with Mr. Acevedo,

which was conducted by yourself
and a fellow detective,

did Mr. Acevedo confess?

No.

Why was the interview ended?

It was time to regroup,
so we released Mr. Acevedo.

And how would you
characterize

the progress of your
investigation at that point?

We felt we had our guy, and it
was just gonna take some time.

What was Mr. Rodriguez's
reaction

when you told him
that the main suspect

in the assault on his mother
was walking out the door?

He was a little frustrated,
which was understandable.

When did you see
Mr. Acevedo again?

At his apartment in Brooklyn,
later that afternoon.

With whom did you go to
Mr. Acevedo's apartment?

Lieutenant Rodriguez.

How did you gain entry into
Mr. Acevedo's apartment?

We knocked on the door.
He let US in.

He let you in?

Yes.

Did Mr. Acevedo confess

to the assault on
lieutenant Rodriguez's mother?

Eventually, yes.

Did lieutenant Rodriguez
threaten Mr. Acevedo's life

in order to obtain
that confession?

No, he did not.

You didn't hear
lieutenant Rodriguez

tell Mr. Acevedo,

"you're a dead man.
I'll kill you,"

all the while with a gun
in Mr. Acevedo's throat?

Objection-- leading.

Your honor, permission
to treat detective Oliveira

as a hostile witness.

Go ahead, Mr. Sinclair.
The witness can answer.

Lieutenant Rodriguez
never said any of that.

Lieutenant Rodriguez,
who was interviewing a suspect

he believed assaulted his mom,
was what-- calm?

He was professional.

Are you asking US to believe
that Hector acevedo,

certainly no stranger
to the legal system,

suddenly and spontaneously
gave it up?

We convinced him
a confession

would get him
favorable treatment.

That's all it took?

A common lame tactic
about favorable treatment

that Mr. Acevedo has doubtless
heard a million times

and knows firsthand
is not true.

Objection. I don't recall
that testimony from Mr. Acevedo.

Sustained.

Detective...

Have you ever heard
of the blue wall of silence--

cops backing up cops
regardless of the truth?

Objection.

I'll allow it.

I've testified to how
it went down, counselor.

If you say so, detective.

No further questions.

So, your cousin Troy--
you two are tight?

Yeah.

His wife, Andrea, came in,

wanted to report him
as missing.

Yeah,
she called me about that.

Heard from him?

No, I don't know
where that fool's at.

Seeing as we're looking to help
you find your cousin,

and we're not looking to jam
either of the two of you up,

you think it's possible

that we'd have a little honest
conversation here, Corey?

Absolutely,
that's possible.

'Cause we'd rather
clear this up with you

before we have to go back
to Troy's wife

and ask her questions
maybe she doesn't want to hear.

Yeah, that's cool.

Okay, then,
so what's going on?

I don't know
where Troy is.

He got fired from his job
two months ago.

He got a dwi
three months ago.

Yeah, coming back
from a birthday party.

That's how he ended up
losing his job.

So, he's got a wife,
two kids at home,

he's out of work
for the first time in his life.

Wouldn't be unheard of
for a guy in that situation

to lose his way a little.

Drinking, drugs,
leaving town.

Let's hear it, Corey.

Troy...

He got himself a girl
on the side.

My guess--
that's where he's at.

Who's the chick?

He met her on one
of his deliveries.

Sorry, man.
You gotta know Troy.

I mean,
he has no game at all.

That's why I could see him
pulling a rookie move

like not coming home.

That's real funny and all,
Corey,

but we've been spending time
on this.

No, I got you.

And Troy's wife,

she's operating under
the assumption

that Troy's a family man.

He'll turn up, all right?

He's just out
getting some new ass.

If you were married to Andrea,
you would, too.

If we don't hear from him
today,

the next time his wife
pushes US for an answer,

she's gonna get one.

I'll make some phone calls.
He'll turn up.

Get on it.

You talk
to szudarek's landlady?

Yeah. Doris vidi.
Battle-ax.

She barely gave US
the time of day,

and then she nearly
threw a lamp at US

when we asked for a place
to look for her sons.

Who szudarek's employee
thinks did the dirty work.

They've both got records
for assault,

but no answer
at their apartments.

The hospital. Szudarek's awake,
apparently lucid.

You talk to
that missing guy's cousin?

Yeah, he's pretty sure this
Troy's out dipping his wick.

He's gonna reach out,
get Troy back home.

Lieutenant...

We'll head to the hospital,
talk to szudarek.

Good. And keep working
on the landlady's sons.

Jones: You got it.

So...

Medavoy, whatever you're
about to bring up, don't.

I was just gonna ask

if anyone had tried the new
Chinese place at 9th and 2nd.

But if I was gonna bring up
the fact

that Oliveira did the right
thing on the stand today,

that's my prerogative.

But since you were gonna ask
about the Chinese restaurant,

and nobody's been there,
end of chat.

What is so wrong

with me talking about
what everybody's thinking?

Because it's picking a scab.

It's airing it out.

You know, your censorship is
starting to rankle me, Andy.

Then quit picking the scab.

All right, guys.

Andrea miner was just
assaulted in her apartment.

What's up?

Nothing.

All right,
give US a minute here.

What happened?

These guys pushed me in
when I was opening the door,

pushed me right down
on the floor,

and then they yelled at me,
"where's Troy?"

And I told 'em,
I didn't know.

And then they started yelling
to get Troy on the phone,

and I told 'em I didn't know,
and so they started hitting me.

And you'd never seen
these guys before?

No. Never.

Anything else happen
before they left?

They said to tell Troy
when he calls

that he needs to contact
who he needs to contact,

or I'm dead.

What's going on?

None of this
is making any sense.

Did you talk
to his cousin Corey?

He seems to think this might
involve another woman.

Trust me,
Troy's a family man--

family men don't disappear,
leaving their wives

to get knocked around
by thugs looking for him.

Do you see
how this looks to US?

Just talk to Corey. Okay?
I know he's behind this.

Okay.

We're gonna get
Troy's cell phone records.

We're also gonna need a look
around the apartment.

I know my man.

He's not out there
with another woman.

Yeah, all right.

I was just walking
in my place.

Suddenly, there's
a pillowcase over my head.

A guy's wrapping tape
around it.

They're gagging me,
shoving me in the apartment.

Get a look at the guy?

It was all too quick.

What happened next?

They taped me to the chair.

Then they start in,
"where's the cash?"

I'm like, "what cash?"

'Cause you don't want 'em
to Rob you?

I got no cash.

And you don't
owe anybody?
No.

Then where does someone get
the idea you got cash around?

Maybe I let
the occasional idiot

think I got a wad
to take him down a peg.

Well, so,
you're a big talker.

Are you saying
I brought this on myself?

Just getting things
straight.

How many guys were involved
here, Mr. Szudarek?

Two was beating on me.

Then there was the pussy.

The pussy?

Yeah.
Kept back, whined a lot.

So he was trying to reason
with these guys, the third guy?

The others kept
telling him to shut up.

I nearly told him
to shut up.

You ever talk to your landlady's
sons, Tommy and Paul vidi?

No, no, no, no.
These were black guys.

"Yo" and "g" and
"you know what I'm sayin'"...

Black stuff.

The vidi boys
are grease balls.

So, there's no one you can think
of who might have done this?

You got no enemies,
no one's mad at you?

Not that much.

You're not involved
in anything illegal?

Getting a little sick
of your attitude.

I'm clean.
No gambling, no drugs, no debts.

If anything, people owe me.

Big sums?

Yeah, the asshole
who works for me, Bob--

he owes me 10 grand.

For what?

He plays the horses.

Stupid stuff, stupid guy.

See, Mr. Szudarek,
that's something helpful.

Sorry I didn't get
to it right away,

but, see, my face
was crushed in this morning.

All right,
we'll be in touch.

Yeah, can't wait.

And when did you first
meet lieutenant Rodriguez?

About 18 months ago, when
I began investigating his squad.

But you became aware of him
long before that, weren't you?

Yes, as a rookie cop,

I found myself
in a compromising situation

through no fault of my own.

Without inquiring
into the facts,

he reported me to I. A. B.

I was forced to testify about it
to save my career.

And is that how you wound up
working for internal affairs?

Yes.

Did your situation leave you

with any bad feelings
toward lieutenant Rodriguez?

I was angry at the time,
but it passed.

My career took off,
and I forgot about him.

Fact is, until I was given
a new command,

I had no contact with him
for 16 years.

And what contact
have you had with him

since getting a new command?

I have oversight
of Manhattan detectives,

including the 15th squad,

which has been the subject
of several investigations.

And how has
lieutenant Rodriguez reacted

to those investigations?

He's been hostile,
uncooperative,

ignored document requests,

and refused to make detectives
available for interviews.

We've had our share
of sharp exchanges.

Were your investigations colored
by your history with him?

I won't deny dealing with him
stirred up memories.

If that made me give the 15th
an extra hard look,

then it was for the best.

Why do you say that?

Because I uncovered evidence
of rampant corruption.

Objection-- assuming facts
not in evidence.

There's been no formal finding
of misconduct.

Sustained.

Captain...

Did you receive any bad news
the day of the incident?

Yes, I learned
that my relationship

with a female subordinate

had been exposed to my wife
and my superiors.

I also learned that I had been
passed over for a promotion.

And did you have occasion

to visit lieutenant Rodriguez
that day?

Twice-- the first time
to announce the findings

of an ongoing investigation
into the squad.

What were those findings?

Detectives moonlighting
as bouncers

in clubs serving alcohol,

associating with dealers
and the like.

And why did you choose to
announce your findings that day?

When news of my relationship
broke,

I knew the lieutenant
had tipped off I. A. B.

I realized he'd do anything
to stop my investigation,

so I had to move on him
fast.

Objection as to
what the witness knew.

Sustained.

How did lieutenant Rodriguez

respond to news
of your findings?

He was confrontational.

I asked point-blank

if he had gone to I. A. B.
About my relationship.

He said he had and that
he was gonna be rid of me.

What happened next?

He stood up, said it was me
and him alone in that office,

and no one would ask
what happened.

Did you ask him
what he meant by that?

I didn't need to,
because he went for his gun.

What did you do?
I drew my gun and fired.

Did you believe
lieutenant Rodriguez

intended to kill you?

I had no doubt.

And did you then
move toward him

with the intention
of firing again?

No.

I followed proper procedure
by covering him with my gun

with the intent
of disarming him.

Next thing I know,
I'm shot in the back.

Are you on suspension now?

I am.

Is it your intent
to return to work?

Regardless
of what happens here,

my physical disability
will prevent that.

My whole life, all I ever wanted
was to be a cop.

And every day for 18 years,

I was the best cop
that I could be.

Now it's over

'cause someone didn't like the
fact that I was doing my job.

Thank you, captain.

Let's talk about the day
you shot lieutenant Rodriguez.

On may 20th, your affair with
a subordinate become public.

Your wife threw you
out of the house,

and you were passed over
for a promotion.

Correct?

It was a bad day.

And on that bad day,

the subordinate you'd been
having an affair with

was filing a sexual harassment
suit, right?

I don't deny any of that.

And in the wake of this
tidal wave of bad news,

you went out and got drunk,
didn't you?

I won't deny I had a few drinks
to steady myself,

but I can hold my alcohol.

Is it your testimony
here today

that with a blood alcohol
content of .25,

three times the limit
to legally drive,

you were able to spot the
lieutenant going for his gun,

draw your own pistol,
and shoot him

before he was even able
to unholster his weapon?

That's what happened.

You're the fastest gun in
the east, aren't you, captain?

Objection.

Judge: Sustained.

Before shooting
the lieutenant,

did you or did you not tell
sergeant martens

that the lieutenant had
screwed you for the last time?

I meant that I had evidence to
prove that he was a dirty cop,

not that I was looking
to take him out.

After shooting
the lieutenant,

did you or did you not
tell detective Ortiz,

"he got what he deserved"?

I don't recall that,
but since he tried to kill me

for doing my job,
he got better than he deserved.

And did you or did you not

ask Dr. Devlin
if the "bastard" was dead?

I wouldn't wish anyone
who tried to take me out

a speedy recovery.

You were drunk and enraged,
and you tried to kill a man

you've been obsessed with
for years.

That's a bald-faced lie.

Your entire story's
a bald-faced lie,

isn't it, captain?

Objection--
counsel is badgering.

Sustained.

Nothing further.

Redirect, your honor.

Captain...

Would you consider yourself,
to use an expression,

a "trigger-happy cop"?

No.

In your 18 years on the job,

how many times have you fired
your weapon on duty?

Once.

So, in lieutenant Rodriguez's
office,

that's the only time
you've ever used your weapon?

That's correct.

Thank you.

We talked to the torture victim,
szudarek.

His employee Bob drazin
is into him for 10 grand.

He's a gambling addict,
lost his apartment.

Okay, so we like drazin.
Where is he?

He's coming in.

How's Troy miner's wife?

Banged up.

We have a female uniform
staying with her.

Anything on the assault?

Not yet.

But it's connected to Troy
being missing.

Pretty sure.

And we're thinking
his cousin's involved?

We don't know yet.

I could have gotten all that
from your fish.

Maybe I'm a little
frustrated here, lieu,

'cause we don't know
what's going on yet.

We're waiting for Troy
and Andrea's phone dumps.

We got her looking at mug books.
We're doing what we can.

I understand you've hit
some hard luck, Bob.

Living in a shelter?

Yeah, you know,
for, like, a week.

My place has a rodent
infestation.

Your old neighbor
says you got the boot.

Six months delinquent.

That guy's a meth freak.
Serious.

And playing the ponies--

how you making out
recently?

Some days up, others down.
What's with you two?

You in debt, Bob?

No.

Not to your boss?

Who said that?

He did, you dope.

He's awake and lucid,

and he says that you're a bum
who's into him for 10 grand.

Got your wheels turning?

Ron's a liar.

No, no, no, no.

See, you were just about
to get in front of it

and make sure we got
the best possible take

on how this went wrong,
but then you took road "b,"

which is to lie
and act like an asshole.

Excuse me?

Exactly what are you
trying to say?

That you set your boss up
to get robbed.

You're a real pair
of bastards.

I'll give you 10 seconds to
say how much you loved him.

You're damn right
I loved him.

Love him.
He's my best friend.

And I would never do anything
to hurt him.

If you're to suggest...

Done?

You go to hell.

When we get the guys in here
who tortured Ron,

do you honestly think they're
gonna stand up for you, Bob?

Or do you think they're gonna
roll on your ass

to save themselves
time in jail?

Suggestion--
since you're here first,

save yourself
the time in jail.

He wasn't supposed to get
tortured like that.

What was supposed
to happen?

Simple robbery.

He's got cash
in the apartment.

Get him to give it up,
we split it down the middle.

But that black kid
didn't say anything

about beatings or burning Ron
with a cigarette.

Who did you hire
this out to?

Some kid I met at the shelter--
Troy miner.

We know this Troy miner.

He's not homeless.

He was doing community service
on a dwi.

He lost his job.
He needed cash. So did I.

Maybe a little payback
to Ron

for being the world's biggest
loudmouth schlong.

Calling me "idiot"
in front of people...

Humiliating me
'cause I got a run of bad luck.

You've seen Troy today?
You know where he's at?

No, no clue.

Write down everything
you told US.

I'll get the others
up to speed on Troy.

What's going on with Troy?

You get straight with US,
or we're locking you up.

What do you want me
to tell you?!

We just got word

that Troy hatched a plan
with a guy named Bob drazin,

who he met doing his community
service off that dwi.

First I heard of that.

They decided to rip off
this barber named szudarek.

And that plan went down,
Corey.

Okay, obviously something's up.
Let me go--

no, you ain't going nowhere
until Troy turns up.

He'll turn up
if you let me turn him up!

You had your chance.

Now you're a suspect.
You're staying here.

Troy having piece of ass on
the side, that was all bullshit.

I was trying to buy some time
so I could figure this out.

If you'd let me--
where's Troy?!

And that's the last time
I ask that question

without following it
with a smack.

All right, okay, all right!
He called me all freaked out.

He was saying
that they were after him

and how he just needed a place
to lay low.

Who was after him?
He wouldn't say.

I just told him
to go to my apartment.

Why aren't you there, then?

Hey, Corey, let go
of this dumb-ass notion

that you can fix this
on your own, 'cause you can't.

We can.

I got some cats
hassling me,

who I hope Troy
ain't mixed up with.

And I don't want them following
me back to my apartment.

So don't even bother asking me
to give you any info on 'em,

'cause I won't do it.

Where's your place?

Williamsburg, by the bridge.
1820 south 9th street.

If this comes back to you,
slick...

I didn't do a damn thing.

You know, except
l-lie to y'all earlier.

Sit tight.

Take the back.

What?

Police!
Open the door!

Back up.

I said back up,
or I'll blow his brains out.

Put the guns down.

That ain't happening.

I'm gonna shoot his ass!

We're not putting
our guns down.

I'm getting in this car,
and we're getting out of here.

Get in the car.
Relax.

Go, go.

All right, come on.

Yeah, 15th squad
to central, k.

This unit in pursuit
of a silver sedan

in the 94 precinct.

We got the suspect
with a kidnap victim,

guns involved,
turning north.

Stupid son of a bitch.

Watch out!

Unit's heading west
on 5th street.

Turning north on 10th.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Come on!

Look at this dumb asshole.

Whoa! Whoa!

Man!

Let me see your hands!

Let's go. Let's go.
Get out. Get out.

This guy
needs an ambulance.

You just take it easy,
Troy.

I thought I was gonna die.

Yeah, well,
you're lucky you didn't.

I didn't know what to do.
My family--

shut up and sit still.

I'd really like to talk
to my wife.

You need to talk
to US first, Troy.

I want to let her know
I'm all right.

She knows.

What the hell was that about
back on the street?

If I'm honest,
does that count for anything?

Absolutely.

I lost my job.

Me and my wife,
we got two young girls.

I'm looking at losing
everything.

I know it was wrong--

we need to hear
about today.

We know how you met Bob drazin
at a homeless shelter,

and he tipped you off

to his boss having a lot
of money at the apartment,

but how did it go down?

Those two guys back there,
t. K. And Robbie,

I was in it with them.

But the old man,
once we got in the apartment,

he wouldn't give up
the money.

So t. K. And Robbie,
they started to lay into him.

I wasn't down for that.

I told them to chill.
They don't listen.

So I go in the back to book--
Robbie catches me,

pulls out his gun
like he's gonna take me out.

He turned his back. I hit
the fire escape, and I was gone.

So they followed you
to your cousin's apartment?

They must have.

All I know is they got there
just before you guys did.

The old man, he live?

Yeah.

Getting hooked up
with t. K. And Robbie,

did you go through
your cousin for that?

No. We talked about it.

We was just gonna give the whole
deal to Corey and take a cut,

like drazin was doing,
but I left Corey out of it

and went straight to t. K.
And Robbie on my own,

and that was a big mistake.

When "we talked about it"?
Who's "we"?

You and your wife?

She never did nothing.

All we did
was talk about it.

Can I please
just talk to her?

This is a simple story
of vengeance.

The defendant's personal
and professional lives

had come apart.

He told everyone in earshot

lieutenant Rodriguez
was to blame.

Then he sought out his victim
and he shot him

in an alcohol-induced rage.

You don't need anything more to
convict, ladies and gentlemen.

But you have more--

18 months
of frivolous investigations

that failed to yield results

and years
of smoldering resentment

and the damning testimonies
of six witnesses,

including the defendant's
own co-workers.

What testimony
does the defendant offer?

A career criminal the lieutenant
had put away twice,

a cop who contradicted
that criminal,

and the defendant's own
self-serving statements.

But the defendant asks you
to believe the unbelievable--

that the lieutenant
would risk everything

to kill a discredited man

whose bogus investigations
were at worst a nuisance,

that a drunk drew his pistol
and fired

before a sober man
unholstered his weapon.

On that day, captain fraker,
a drunk, disgraced adulterer,

walked into
lieutenant Rodriguez's office

and, unprovoked, shot him.

I ask you
to find captain fraker guilty.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Let's look at the prosecution's
vaunted witnesses--

detectives in Tony Rodriguez's
own command,

a doctor who was sleeping
with one of those detectives,

an underling
bucking for a promotion,

and an angry ex-girlfriend.

The prosecution has not offered
you a single unbiased witness,

not one.

So forget the witnesses

because only two men know what
really happened in that office.

Captain fraker had been coming
for Tony Rodriguez--

five investigations
in 18 months,

the latest concerning
serious charges

that have never been refuted.

You don't think Tony Rodriguez
wanted to be rid of the captain?

You bet he did.

And whether these two men
disliked each other

and for whatever reason

is irrelevant to the only facts
that matter.

It all comes down
to who you want to believe--

a cop who's been the target
of investigations

involving corruption
and excessive force

or a cop who has spent
his entire career

protecting our city,
fighting corruption,

and rooting out cops
who use excessive force.

Remember your job, ladies
and gentlemen of the jury.

If you have any reasonable doubt
about the prosecution's case,

you must find captain fraker
not guilty.

You get Troy
to central booking?
Yeah.

How about
the other two clowns?

They're being treated
at bellevue.

One's got a busted pelvis.

The other guy's under the knife
for internal bleeding.

Uniforms are sitting
on both of them.

I notified the borough
to keep tabs.

All right. Good night.

Boss...

Down at Mac's,
they have this thing--

I don't know if you've heard
of it before-- "cold beer."

And let me tell you,

they invented it in response
to that look on your face.

Maybe.

Apparently, money--

which I currently have
in my pocket--

can purchase this item.

Well,
I guess you're buying.

Field trip down to Mac's,
anybody?

I'm in.
Fine.
Sure.

See if you can get Valerie
to join US?

I'll meet you over there.

Go ahead, John.
I got it.

I'll see you there.

Where's Troy?

Jail.

My god.
Um, for what?

He didn't hand that job
over to Corey

like the two of you
talked about.

Talked about?

Because you played games
this morning

to keep your name out of it,
your husband almost got killed.

I told you about Corey.

And you left out
the other 99%.

We're completely broke.

Troy was just supposed
to tell Corey about--

the only reason
I'm not locking you up

is 'cause you got kids
at home,

and they don't deserve to be
in some institution.

How long
is Troy going away for?
Ask your lawyer.

Can you please
just tell me?

He's looking at a couple
of years...At least.

My god.

All right, we're done.

Go home now to your kids.

And so we're in the squad
doing a late tour,

and mccusky comes back
from dinner

with this huge hickey
on his neck.

I knew mccusky
in queens homicide--

big-time skirt chaser.

So, he's got two hours left

before he has to head home
to his wife,

and he's begging US to help him
get rid of it.

They don't come off.

So, mccusky goes
to the utility closet,

and he comes out
with a wire brush.

He takes two pulls of whiskey
from his hip flask,

and he rakes his neck bloody
to cover the hickey.

He goes home, he tells his wife
a perp did it,

and she actually buys it.

Yeah, I think
I'm gonna get going.

Yeah?
Yeah, I'm beat.

Thanks for the beer.

I think I'm out, too.
I'll be in touch.

All right, I'll settle up
and walk you to your car.

Hey, wanna lose at darts?

Um, I think
I'm heading out, too.

Good night.

I probably should have
kept my mouth shut.

It was fine, Greg.
It lightened things up.

I'm sure Andy
has a differing opinion.

In fact,
I'm certain of it.

Look, if I been on you too hard,
I don't mean nothing by it.

I'm just looking forward
for this being over.

Yeah.

Hey.

What's up?

Nothing.

Um, can I catch
a ride home?

I was gonna drive down
to the seaport, take a walk.

I got time.

Sure, okay.

My first real collar was
this guy Ralph maldonado.

I finally got him
on receiving stolen goods,

but he was notorious

for shaking down local
businesses for protection money.

It was so satisfying

because Ralph was
the exact type of guy

that made me want to get on
the job in the first place--

a bully.

That's why I wanted
to become a cop.

You're getting way ahead
of yourself.

What do you mean?
I'm just telling you a story.

You're giving
your own eulogy.

You got it wrong.

No, that's what
you're doing.

And you're way off because
the jury's gonna convict fraker,

and everything
is gonna be everything.

I guess I'm just saying

that I'm proud of the time
I put on the job.

Well, you got a lot more years
ahead of you,

a lot more good you can do.

I hope so.