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[ambience]

If it please
Mr. Chairman
and commissioners

the commission
call Michael Dowd.

[cameras clicking]

[camera clicks]

Please remain standing,
Mr. Dowd.

Raise your right hand.

I'd ask the chairman
to please administer the oath.

Mr. Dowd,

do you swear or affirm to tell
the truth, the whole truth

and nothing but the truth
in the course of your testimony

during these proceedings,
so help you God.

- I do.
- Thank you, sir.

Would you please be seated?

Mr. Amayo, you may proceed.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Mr. Dowd, I'd like you
to please keep your voice up

and speak into the microphone

so that everyone can hear you.

Were you once a police officer

of the New York
City Police Department?

Yes, I was.

How long were you
a police officer?

10 years and 5 months.

Mr. Dowd,

during those 10 years
as a police officer

did you use your authority

to commit crimes
and acts of corruption

in violation of your
sworn duty to uphold the law?

Yes, I did.

While you were in uniform and
on duty, did you commit thefts?

Yes.

- Did you commit extortion?
- Yes.

- Did you engage
in narcotics trafficking?
- Yes.

- Did you protect
drug operations?
- Yes.

Did you engage
in personal drug use?

Yes.

How many crimes and acts
of corruption do you estimate

you committed as
a New York City Police Officer?

[sighs]

Hundreds.

[camera clicking]

[siren wailing]

New York is in
the grips of a crime wave.

[intense music]

Crack is now
sweeping New York.

Justice Department
officials now say

there is a direct link
between crime and cocaine.

Evidence of heavy money

and heavy violent drug traffic
is all around.

It was like
the h-heyday of crack.

Every city was having
trouble with violence.

Don't move.

New York City at the time

was having
3500 murders a year.

And East New York
was the worst part of that.

It was a war zone.

There were empty buildings.

They were just living in them

and running electric
from the street pole

to the -- to the houses.

[siren wailing]

It looked like Beirut.

East New York at the time
was very, very poor

so you had all of the
socioeconomic contributors
to crime

all of that converging

and it just -- it was a hotbed
for crime in New York City.

[siren beeps]

East New York, Brooklyn

Seven Five Precinct

back in the late '80's

was the deadliest precinct
in the country.

[instrumental music]

The Seven Five Precinct
runs north to south

from Jamaica Avenue
to Starrett City.

Every year we led the --
led the city in homicides.

We led the city
in police shootings.

There was a captain that would
take a Polaroid photo and say

"Give this to your wife so
she'll remember who you were."

[bell tolling]

It was the highest murder
rate in the country

in a little five
square mile precinct.

You had the fucking gang
bangers and the drug dealers

and you can be sitting in
the radio call on one corner

and hear shots going off a
hundred yards away behind you.

[gunshots]

Who the fuck
did I burn to get put here?

It would scare Clint Eastwood.

The radio doesn't stop.

It's one call after another

after another, after another.

[indistinct chatter on radio]

You got a backlog
of 200 jobs to answer already.

So you handle one job,
now you're down to 199.

No, the calls
are still coming in.

Accident, a dispute, a fire,
homicides, robberies, rapes.

You name it,
it just doesn't stop.

[siren beeps]

People on crack with guns.

Drug dealers with guns.

Young kids with guns.

They were violent, man.

Violent, violent, violent.

Welcome to East New York.

Welcome to the land of fuck.

[siren wailing]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

My name's Ken Eurell.

Grew up in Rosel, Queens.

Irish Catholic.

Catholic school for 12 years.

My mother worked
in Manhattan as a bookkeeper.

And my father
was a construction worker.

It wasn't a dream
to become a cop.

I became a cop
because I really
had no direction in life.

I could have just
as easily been a fireman.

But the test that came out first
was the police officer test.

So that's the test
I took and I did well

and I was called right away.

I was called
before I was 20 years old.

We got our gun and shield

and I get assigned
to the Seven Five Precinct

East New York.

[siren wailing]

Before beginning
your testimony

about your career
as a police officer, Mr. Dowd

I'd like to ask you
a bit about your background.

How old are you?

Thirty two.

Are you married?

Yes, I am.

How long have
you been married?

- Eight years.
- Do you have children?

I have two sons.

Are you from
the New York area?

- Yes.
- Where, what county
are you from?

Suffolk County.

Will your family be listening
to your testimony here today?

Yes.

[sighs]

When did you enter
the, uh, police academy?

January 26th, 1982.

Did you receive integrity
training at the academy?

Some, yes.

What do you mean by some?

We had visits from
Internal Affairs officers.

The life in the academy
is -- is sort of like

going to a parochial school,
if you look back at it.

It was a a building time.
A time to build the camaraderie.

Uh, with with the
with the guy next to you

the guy -- you know, whatever
side of you -- you -- you...

you started to form a bond
as a -- as a unit.

Did you personally
treat it seriously?

The integrity training?

Uh, no.

Based on your conversations
with your other recruits

did they treat it seriously?

No, uh, that's
how we all formulated

our own opinions from that.

Based on what you could see

did the instructors
treat it seriously?

Not at all.

I recall
having Internal Affairs

giving a lesson to the class.

And after
the in -- individual left

the -- our academy instructor
looked at us and said

"Now, you can go that way
or you can go this way."

You want to be a successful
cop, you don't go that way.

And this is the academy.

I mean, I didn't even step
on the street yet

and I'm being told

you know,
slide in this direction

with whatever you gotta do.

Cover your ass.

That was the biggest
thing you...

Cover your ass
so that you don't have

to deal with Internal Affairs.

Mr. Dowd,

in your experiences
in your first year

did you come
to learn what it meant

for a police officer to be
quote, unquote, "good"?

Yes.

Could you tell the
commissioners and the public

what it means to be good

in the police jargon
as you know it?

Well, being good is a cop
that would never give up
another cop.

A cop that if, uh,
he witnesses something go down

he's be -- he's
100% behind anything a cop does.

No matter what it is.

We began to form
a bond at that early stage.

If you said blue, I said blue.

And, uh,
you said green, it was green.

You know, I don't know,
if Johnny says it's green,
I saw green.

You -- you don't -- you didn't

you always took the side
of the cop

that was with you 'cause he was
the only one that was gonna

back you up
when you needed help.

[cheering]

Mr. Dowd, at a precinct
like the 75th Precinct

did it become particularly
necessary to forge bonds

with other
police officers there?

Yes.

Why was that?

Survival.

[sirens wailing]

[intense music]

[siren wailing]

Learning the streets
is -- is a transition process.

And it comes from
the other cops too.

You'll learn from them

what the street is telling
you that you don't know

it's telling you.

Um, you'll learn the walk
of someone with a gun.

[dog barking]

You'll learn
the eye drift of someone

who maybe has drugs on them.

You start
to learn body language.

But it takes, it's a process

'cause --
just 'cause someone darts

their eyes away
from you, you're a rookie cop.

You have no idea
why they might be doing it.

[man laughing]

There comes a point where
you have to make a decision

on taking
something that you find

or vouchering
something that you find.

Units 2514 can transmit on --

In the beginning,
as a good rookie cop

you're gonna voucher
what you find.

No matter what --
no matter what it is.

And then after
probably a year or two and you

you been driving
back and forth to work

for the last, you know,
400, 600 tours of duty

and, you know, you feel
a little bit underappreciated.

You feel like
no one really cares.

You know, you're really not
stemming the flow of crime

like you thought
you were gonna.

785...

[vehicle horn]

And all of a sudden, you
s-see an opportunity come along

and you know...

[siren beeps]

Eventually, one day
I was hurting for money

and I just took a risk
and I pulled over a motorist

who happened
to be an 18-year-old mystery.

Back then it was called
a Puerto Rican Mystery.

No license, no registration,
no plates, no nothin'.

But he had this nice thick stack
of hundred dollar bills on him.

And I said to him, uh,
you know...

I like, uh...

You got about,
you know, $1500 to $2000

worth of tickets here.

So I suggested that

if he bought me a nice lobster
lunch, I could let him go.

And with that, he promptly
took a couple of 100 bucks

out of his wallet,
left it on the backseat

and pulled out of the car.
And I drove away

like I was gonna get arrested

and I didn't and...I won.

When I first went
to the precinct

I hear about
this guy, Mike Dowd

and a group of his friends.

They had a reputation.

A reputa -- they were
fucking out of control.

[instrumental music]

I met Mikey D,
obviously in the Seven Five.

Every now and then
we would be paired up.

First time I knew
I could trust Mikey was, um

we had handled a walk-in
at the precinct.

We take this woman over to
her house. Her husband's there.

"He's beating me. Can you just
get me in the house?

I want to get some clothes."

Chicky and I roll up.

We walk up
the fucking staircase...

Man in his 20s,
Rastafarian, dreadlocks,

answers the door.

He sees us...and it looks
like his world has just ended.

So at this point
we know something's on.

The woman runs in, she grabs
a couple of bags of clothes

whatever and she runs out.
She's gone.

So Mikey grabs the guy.
We get him pinned.

As I got him on the floor
in his living room

there was a bag

as big as -- as big as a
fuck it was...

Gigantic bag
of fresh marijuana.

A 55 gallon drum.

That's the size of this bag.
It was filled with marijuana.

Couldn't even tie the top.

Stalks were sticking out
of the top of the bag.

I go, "Chicky, under
the fucking couch."

He goes under the couch,
pulls out a duffel bag.

I open up a bag.

The thing was
loaded with money.

And he pulls out two guns.

I go, "What else is in there?"

He goes, "Cash."
He takes the fucking bag

closes it and puts it
back under the couch.

Takes the two guns out.

I go, "What are you doing?
Fuck the guns.

There's cash in that bag!"

I don't know how much
money was in there.

Minimum 20 large.

20 -- 20,000, 25,000,
around there somewhere.

So I look at Mikey,
he looks at me.

And I guess right
at that point, right there

I knew I could trust Mikey
and he knew he could trust me.

So we peeled off
about 8 grand

whatever we took from him...

...left the house.
I think Chicky took

the two guns
'cause he's a gun buff.

We told the guy, y-you know

"This is your lucky day.

You know, you're getting
off scot-free."

It was a good score.
Yeah, absolutely.

[siren wailing]

I got two months' worth
of paychecks in my pocket

and now I'm thinking...

You know, all kinds of stuff
runs through your head.

Is this a plant?

Is, uh -- uh, is anybody,
did anybody know anything?

Where's the woman?
Is this a setup?

All a sudden she ran out,
started to become paranoid.

This is not
what cops are supposed to do.

It's fucking with my head a lot.

I was cer -- certainly
nervous.

But, you know,
after a couple of hours went by

I wasn't too worried about it.

Well the guy says
you took his money.

Well, prove it.

You got me on video? You got me
on tape, audio, anything?

No?

Well, his word against mine.

And I'm a cop.

Things began to change

when I started to find money

and drugs
at different locations.

I was in control now.

And that -- that gave me
the real feeling

of being in control.

I'd been throwing
this shit out
for -- for years.

Now it's -- now all of
a sudden

it's a money maker,
I'm like, "Okay."

A kid had done
a stickup on Fulton.

He ran home, hid in his house.

We knocked the door down,
went inside.

I knew we were in a coke house

there's t -- triple
beam scales everywhere.

So I hacksaw this briefcase open

I stuck my hand
and I ripped out this bag.

A plume of fucking
white powder goes flying.

I said, "Urgh! Pay dirt!"

Bags.

I'm putting bags in my coat

[squealing]

At the time it was 30,000
dollars a kilo for coke.

So we know
if we had a half or a one

we were getting
$20,000 at least.

And I took the money,
bought a condo, Myrtle Beach.

I love to golf and...

...I know Myrtle Beach
was a golfer's haven

and it's on a beach.

[instrumental music]

13 New York City
police officers

have been suspended.

Police are accused
of accepting
money from drug pushers

and committing burglaries.

It's the worst police
scandal in this city in years.

A little crew of cops

were raiding homes

and raiding drug locations.

[siren wailing]

My brother's a fireman

in the 77 Precinct.

And he calls me up and he says

"What's going on in the 77?"

[sirens blaring]

"Cops are coming
into the firehouse

and they're borrowing
ladders and hatchets."

The cops were using the ladders

to go to these locations
where they knew the drugs were

and they were using the axes
to break down the doors.

These guys had
no finesse whatsoever.

These guys were
absolutely berserk.

12 officers had been
charged
with corruption

in a Brooklyn Precinct
dubbed The Alamo.

The 77 scandal shook up
the whole department.

When that broke, there were

huge rumors
on how the next scandal

was gonna break
in the Seven Five.

So all those dirty cops

started leaving
the department.

People doing
crooked shit was afraid

a new scandal
was gonna break out.

I wind up resigning
shortly afterwards.

'Cause, uh, you know,
I had felt the heat was on.

The pressure was on.

And I figured, hey, listen,
you know what, if I resign

you know,
maybe I could beat this.

Mike Dowd was
the only one who gambled.

He bet that the department
didn't want another scandal.

The last thing the police
department wanted after the 77

was the 75 to go down
in this bust situation as well.

There were not any
other cops like Michael Dowd.

He was a criminal.
Dowd was a criminal.

Look up, up, er,
in the dictionary

I don't give a fuck

and Mikey Dowd's picture
is in there. Right there.

Michael Dowd was a crook

who ended up wearing
a cop's uniform.

You know, I heard
the rumors about Michael

you know, being dirty.

A once in a generation
corrupt cop.

No, i -- it don't
fucking bother me.

The normal person
that's doing wrong

is going to have a fear
of being caught.

That's not Michael Dowd.

Michael Dowd
did not have any fear.

I never had a fear
about getting busted.

Because the cops around me
would never give me up.

[dramatic music]

How busy
was the 75th Precinct?

How many radio runs a day

does an average
police officer handle?

I averaged -- I averaged
about 250 calls a month.

And in a...precinct
of that nature

you just mentioned
a moment ago

that it was particularly
necessary to forge bonds

with other cops because
of survival. What do you mean?

That you protect
each other on the street?

Yes, very much so.

Do you believe
if a cop is not a good cop

in the way you described it,
that his safety

in a command like that
might be jeopardized?

Yes.

The streets of New York
and Brooklyn in particular

uh, you know,
it was like a bloodbath.

[indistinct chatter on radio]

I mean there was a 1000
shootings a year

in my precinct alone,
you know.

A hundred murders a year.

[siren wailing]

You want to go home at night.

So part of going home at night
is the guy that's with you,

you gotta trust him.

175 Second Avenue,
10-4. Thanks, guys.

About two years
working into the Seven Five

I had an opening in my car.

Kenny was griping
that the only one left around

was this Michael Dowd.

He was trying to find
himself a partner.

I was on the no-good list,
so he wouldn't work with me.

'Cause he had heard
all the stories.

[instrumental music]

I actually went
to roll call.

I said, "Stop putting
Dowd in the car.

I don't want to work with him."

And it fell on deaf ears.

We started working together.

Before you know it,
we started to get

a little bit of comfortability
working with one another.

He would take me to Joe's Bodega
for some fucking Heinekens.

We make a personal
connection about our wives.

We get married
at the same time.

We're both
around the same age.

We had sons at the same time.

That's it.

It was a real personal
connection there.

You know,
I gained his respect.

And then, then his trust.

And it -- it came
to a point I says

"Why don't we
make this official?"

And at some point
he goes

"You need a partner,
I need a partner and, you know

"we're both good cops, you know,
we got all this in common.

Le -- let's be partners."

Our future Lieutenants.

His friends would
come over and say

"You -- you can't
be with him.

This guy is trouble."

He was totally corrupt.

They said to me

"No, don't work with Dowd.

"You're gonna
end up in trouble.

Give up the car
if you have to."

It's no joke.

This is a big mistake.

I could see the pain
he had to endure

a -- amongst the guys
that he was very close with

in order to become my partner.

[indistinct chatter on radio]

My response was

"He knows
what he's doing out there.

"He can handle
himself on the street.

"I don't have to
worry about him.

And all I do bad
is drink on the job."

"How much trouble
can I actually get into?"

[instrumental music]

He stood by me.

Kenny's the type of guy that...

...if he's got your back,
you know he got your back.

And I really,
really admired it.

From that moment forward
it was like a f -- a true
love affair.

I -- I gave him my heart
after that moment.

Do you believe if a cop
is not a good cop

in the way you describe it
that his

safety in a command like that
might be jeopardized?

Yes.

In -- in what sense?

Well, uh,
if a cop isn't good...

...you might be more slow
to react

to his, uh, calls for help

and which are quite a few.

Is that particularly true
if a cop is known

as a rat or a complainant

or someone who
talks to supervisors?

Definitely.
More so.

- Even more so?
- More so.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

I had been in
the Seven Five now, I'd say

approximately a year
and a half, maybe two years.

At this point,
you're learning quick.

Y -- you're moving quick,
y -- your mind's adapting.

You still responded as a cop

and if you saw an opportunity

you took and made money.

So Mike starts talking
about money day and night.

There's money all over
this precinct.

How much money
could be grabbed

and be in our pockets.

These drug dealers
got money.

Just look at these people.

They're rolling in with brand
new Porsches,

brand new Jaguars.

He's looking for any job
to come over,

any situation where
he could

get me to cross the line.

He needs my full participation

in order for him
to make real money.

And I told him, you know,
some -- some of the scores

and how much money we made,
which was, you know

considerable amounts
for a policeman

who's making
36,000 dollars a year.

I probably made that in scores
in the last year.

Give dad a kiss.

I'm making about 600
and change a week.

I have a mortgage.
I have two cars.

My wife's not working
at that time.

I'm living
from paycheck to paycheck.

The thought of...

...money coming in hand over
fist the way he's talking is a

it's tempting, tempting
situation and it opens my mind,

which is what he wanted to do.

A few minutes ago,

when you were saying

how you were making money
off drug dealers

you also said there were
other ways to make money.

Is that what
you're referring to?

Yes. There are other ways.

Like, uh, burglaries,
uh, there are...

Well, did you actually
engage in burglaries?

Yes.

Will you tell us some of
the circumstances please?

Um...

[police sirens blaring]

A job comes over the radio.

A woman's house down
the block was burglarized.

We get to the place
and there's this
high school aged girl

standing outside her front door.

And we start going through
the whole place.

Find out there's no burglars
in the building.

I had gotten a new partner
at the time

and, uh, he -- I had to prove
to him that I was good.

So in order to prove to him
that I was good...

...I had to...

I had to give him
some reason to think

that I was --
to know that I was good.

Mike grabs
the girl and goes

"Do you know if your parents
kept any money

or valuables anywhere?"

So she called her mother
and her mother told her

where the money was hidden...

...and I found it...

...for her.

But she never got it.

And he reaches up,
and he's feeling his hand

around up there,
and he goes

"Nope, there's nothing here.
They must have got it."

And I'm not thinking really
anything of it.

And we drive away.

And Mike reaches
into his pocket

pulls out a $100 bill
and goes

"This, this is for you."

I'm like,
"What the hell is that?"

He goes, "You didn't even see me
take it, did you?"

He knows where it came from.

And he accepted it willingly.

And I put it in my pocket.

That 100 dollars sat
on the top of my locker

on the top shelf
for the longest time.

I don't want to say
the 100 dollar bill haunted me

but I didn't spend it.

[intense music]

And a couple of days later,
I was in court

and he's working
with this female cop.

We get in the car
and we get a call

for a burglary
over on Hegeman Avenue.

We get to the house.

I'm the lead cop
in -- into the house.

Anti-crime shows up,

which is the plainclothes unit
for the precinct.

I happen to just go
bag a closet

and in the closet
it's anti-crime.

And the guy picks up a bag,
there's a green

fucking garbage bag
filled with cash.

So I look at him,
he looks at me.

I go, "What are you
gonna do, huh?

"Fucking spend the whole day
vouchering cash?

Just leave it there.
Fuck it."

So Mike smooth talks
anti-crime

and explains to them, "Oh,
you gotta take all that back.

"You gotta stamp each bill.

"You gotta initial each bill.

That's gonna take you
for fucking ever."

"Yeah, you're right."
He puts the bag down.

And I go back, rip open the bag

take about 4, 5 grand,
put it in my pockets.

I go, 'cause I -- I couldn't
take the bag out.

There's cops all over the place.

We get in the car, back then
we didn't have cell phones.

So I went over to the payphone

and called Chicky.

I get a call from Mikey
and he says

"Listen, I need you to get over
to this address.

"I was just there.
I saw...this bag full of money

"but I got a new partner.

"And I'm not doing anything
in front of 'em.

"Need you to get over there
right away

while I'm working, so this way
I can watch your back."

I got a bag full of money
in an apartment

and I'm gonna be --
I'm keeping an eye on it.

I says, "Mikey, I'm stuck. I
don't have a car at this point."

I said, "Go rent one.
Go buy, just get one."

"You better call somebody,
you better steal one

you better do something,
but you need to get."

So I circled the block
for an hour and a half.

Just making sure no one
would go in the house.

This way, any way you could
circle a block.

I didn't leave that door
basically.

I don't, I -- I'm sort of
suggesting to her

that I'm sort of keeping
an eye on the house.

You know, it's our
responsibility to sort of

safeguard the location.

Finally, I get a hold
of somebody who has a car

and we go over there
dressed as detectives.

Uh, after about the 40th time
I circled the fucking house,

Chicky pulled up.

[knocks on door]

I knock on a door,
I flash a -- a shield.

A phony shield,
to the landlord.

He looks at it, "What can I do
for you, officer?"

"I need to get
into apartment so-and-so.

"The cops were just here.

I need to check it out."

We get in there.

Your chest is blowing up,

'cause it's one of those things
where you don't know

what's gonna happen next.

You know what's there,
you know what you're doing

all of that,
but the adrenaline rush...

It's nothing you ever felt.

And that rush goes on.

It doesn't die down 'til maybe
15, 20 minutes later.

Till you're home.

Doesn't die down
and you get the shakes.

I was in there maybe tops,
minute and a half.

Good cop shows up,
what do I tell him?

I'm not even on the job
anymore.

I know I got Mikey handling
everything outside,

as far as any on the units
showing up

or anything like that,
so I know I'm pretty good there.

So the only other thing
I'm worried about is

a bad guy.

Anything could have
happened.

I might have had to
tune somebody up.

I might have...been dead.

[instrumental music]

We search
and exactly where Mikey said

he saw this bag of money,
it was there.

It's all packaged the way
drug dealers package it

with the rubber band,
1000 dollar bundles.

Thousands of dollars in it.

Thousands of dollars in it.

The car takes off.

I go, "Oh my God!
My buddy Chicky's here."

I pull him over,
I go "How'd we do?"

He goes, "Oh, we got a fucking
big bag full of cash

"and we're going back
to my buddy's house

and we're gonna count up."
And how much you got?

I said, "I don't know,
5, 6 grand."

So, I fucking
banged out early,

drove over
to my friend's house...

...jumped in a limousine
and drove to Atlantic City,

counting the cash we just
fucking pulled off on this job.

Then we go
to Atlantic City

and we turn all of these
10's, 5's and 20's

into 100 dollar bills.

We sit down
and we play a while.

We eat a while,
whatever it is.

And we come back...

...with the clean money.

You know, to put
11, 12, 15, 20 grand

in your pocket in one day,

you're like, holy fuck,
I just made my year.

Forget about Beverly Hills
and all that other stuff.

The ghetto is one of the richest
neighborhoods there is.

"Look what
you missed out on.
This could have been yours.

"We could have went back
after anti-crime.

"It could have been
just you and me.

I wouldn't have had
to call them."

$50,000? Fuck!

Like any cheap cocksucker,
he was -- he was -- he was

impressed by the money,
and I told him

you know,
far as I'm concerned

if there's three pieces of rice
on the table

my wife, my kids, then you.
I'll go hungry.

So, that's how I see this.

And he went, "I'm in."

I jumped in head first, man.
I -- I went in.

Mr. Dowd, you said that you
and your partner had agreed

that you were gonna graduate
into more serious crimes

at this point
in your career.

Did you accomplish
that objective?

Eventually?

Yes.

How did you accomplish
that objective?

Well, what had happened was...

You know, through a,
we met a -- we met a

we -- we had a very
strong relationship

with a -- with a local
drug dealer.

His name was Mr. Perez.

[instrumental music]

I'm driving up Van Siclen

and on my right hand side,
I see this...

...very attractive Hispanic
woman, very slender

red pump heels on,
long black, flowing hair,

standing next to a shiny,
beautiful, red Corvette.

Immediately I was,
of course, drawn to this scene.

You know, a beautiful woman

standing next to
a beautiful car.

I mean how perfect could it get?

I had my Corvette
parked outside,

which was my
sh -- sh -- showroom car.

My wife was there
cleaning the car and

police car stopped
right in front of my shop.

This dark skinned Dominican
guy that looked
like a string bean

with long braided hair that came
down to the middle of his back

come -- come up to the-up
to the patrol car and said

"Hey, officer,
what can I do for you?"

I went, I say,
"Hey, my name is Baron."

He's like, "I don't give a fuck
who you are."

He kept looking at my wife.

What's up
with this girl here?

He goes to me, "What girl?"

I says, "This beautiful girl
standing here. She's beautiful."

He said, "That's my wife ."

So in total disbelief, I said

"Get the fuck out of here,
that's not your wife."

My man, it's taken.
That's my wife.

And I said, "Holy fuck,
I can't believe that would..."

"Wow, you must be something."

And I think he used that
as an excuse to come in too.

You know, to get close to me.

Baron Perez was the owner
of a stereo installation shop.

Auto Sound City.

In the front
it had a little store

where they sell
all the equipment

and in the back was the shop

we'd use for the repairs
and installation.

Drug dealers
are the ones with money.

They want 18 speakers
and stereos
and all types of stuff.

More they could
put in the car the better.

So it's obvious that he has
connections to drug dealers.

I know his clients
are drug dealers.

He knows that I know
his clients are drug dealers.

He knows that
I know he's a player.

He doesn't know how much
of a player I am at this point

but he sees the glee
in my eye...

I looked at him in the eye,
he looked at me in eye,

we made an agreement as friends.

So here I am,
I happen to cross

this individual running
a proprietorship

with nothing but drug money

coming in and out
of the place all day long.

Maybe there's some way
we can make money from this.

[dramatic music]

La Compania

is a very serious
Dominican gang.

They made a lot of money.

Millions and millions
of dollars.

La Compania was

one of the most powerful
drug organizations

at that time
in -- in -- in New York City.

Jose Montalvo,
also known as Chelo

was the original leader

of La Compania and was
responsible for its operation.

Me and my partner
are working

on the drug side
of Chelo's organization.

Joe Hall and his partner
are working

on the murder side
of Chelo's organization.

I have a large carton
of homicides

that I can attribute
to La Compania.

Chelo saw himself
as a businessman.

The Company was set up
very much like a business.

They had supervisors.

They had workers.
They had runners.

Runners would take the drugs
from the Heights,

over to East New York,
put it in a stash house.

And they had
the manufacturing part,

where they had to heat seal
jumbo 20s for distribution.

Their shifts matched

the police shift, so if
a shift for a police officer

was 8 to 4, then his shift
at his spot was 8 to 4.

For Chelo, it meant when his
vulnerability was highest

the police presence
was lowest in the precinct.

[siren blaring]

The only aspect of it that
made it a little different

than a business is if

in a business if you mess up,
you get a reprimand.

In his business if you mess up,
you got killed.

Chelo was not intimidating
to look at.

But he has this darkness,
you know?

He was a brutal guy.

He didn't think about it
to have somebody killed.

He killed a lot of people.

The Company
was very violent.

I mean there were
murders of people

who were trying
to rob them for the money
that was in the spot.

There were murders
of people who were

in The Company who they
perceived as a threat.

There were murders of rivals.

They brought people
specifically from
the Dominican Republic

to work in New York,
whose only job

was to kill people
they saw as a threat.

Just by the murders alone,

we knew we were
up against a tough,

a really tough crew.

Really tough crew.

The time is now
approximately 18:40 hours.

We are conducting
this video surveillance

for the Brooklyn North
Narcotics Area Office.

My investigation,
the La Compania investigation

was two locations
in East New York.

Pine and Pitkin
and Norwood and Fulton.

Early on in the investigation

we received
information about Chelo.

That he was going to be
at Norwood and Fulton Street.

I had borrowed a, uh, very
nondescript surveillance van.

We were right in front
of the Pichardo Restaurant,

where we knew members
of the organization
would hang out,

the bosses would hang out.

Tom and I are in the van

and we're comfortable,
having our coffee.

And then slowly, we start
to see people show up.

So Tom, being a DEA agent,

he starts taking shots.

[camera clicking]

And we're pretty excited

because we know
that everybody showing up

is a part of Chelo's crew.

And we said, well,
we'll be able to identify

who this person is,
this person is,
this person is.

'Cause at that point
we had cooperators

that would point to us,

this is so and so,
this is so and so.

So we're saying,
"This is great."

T -- time goes by
and I -- I kind of like

look over and I saw
a -- a quick glance.

I'm giving it
a little bit more time

but I'm getting
the heebie-jeebies.

I'm saying something's up.

The way they're
looking at us.

I said, "Tom, that's enough.
Wrap it up. We got everybody."

As I start the van, voom!

Of course, they know no one's
come in and out of that van

and they've
had their eye on it.

And I hear, "Vida vida!"

And then
I -- I see a guy walk over

pop the trunk
of a blue Chevelle.

The back comes up
and they start reaching in

and they start
bringing out hardware.

I saw about maybe
4 or 5 guns

come out of the trunk
of that car.

And I see a fucking
street sweeper

come out of the trunk
of the car.

And I said, "Oh my God,
this is it. We're fucked."

I had my little 5 shot,
Tom had his 9

but we were fucking,
we were sitting in there

like we were in a, you know,
like fish in a barrel.

And as they start to bring out
the hardware,

I get the car around in time...

[tires screeching]

As we pulled out,
two rounds are fired.

So now I'm really
flying out of there.

And I'm looking at the
rearview mirror, of course

and I see
the two headlights
and then I...

[imitates a revving car]

...and they start
flying towards us.

So, now I go, "Fuck! They are
absolutely in pursuit."

I pull over the radio

" Seven Five squad,
I got shots fired, Central.

We're being pursued by two
vehicles at Logan and Fulton."

Central calls back
and she said

"Give me a description
of the car you're chasing."

I said, "Negative."
I said, "They're chasing us."

[dramatic music]

I go down Atlantic Avenue.

I go West.
I jump over the sidewalk.

There's a sidewalk
divider there.

I jump over the sidewalk,
they do the same.

They jump over the sidewalk
with their sedans.

And I start to head towards

the Seven Five Precinct,
to the fort.

[music continues]

I think we went down Essex
Street, or Linwood Street

and they stopped their pursuit.

[dramatic music]

Baron says to me that
"I have a friend, Chelo."

He has an organization
in the neighborhood.

He's, uh, not too far from here.

And he wants to know

if you can give me some
information about narcotics.

If they're gonna bust,
if they're not gonna bust.

I tell Kenny that
we got a deal with this guy.

What Mike came up with was
8,000 dollars a week

and we will offer
our services...

...to this
Dominican drug gang.

Chelo, he would pay Baron
and I would pick

the money up at Baron's shop.

Our first burglary scene
we went to,

Mike threw me
the hundred dollars.

I thought I could
always come back from that.

[instrumental music]

Now we're dealing with
a major drug organization

and it would, supposed
to get systematic payoffs?

There's, there's
no turning back.

There's no becoming a cop again.

[instrumental music]

Kenny and I pick up
our money

that Chelo had dropped off.

Get to my house,
counting the money,

the money is short.

Mike is fucking pissed.

They fucking shorted us.
They fucking shorted us.

I'm a New York City cop.

I'm taking a risk
of going to jail

for a long period of time

and you're gonna
short me, a dime?

It -- it, he's, there's a line
he cannot cross.

Mike was mad, Kenny was mad

and fuck this
and fuck that and...

You're not fucking me.
It's not happening.

So I sat
in front of Chelo's drug spot

for 4 days, every night.

Just sat there.
Chasing people.

Hitting the lights,
hitting the sirens, chasing 'em.

Harassing 'em, pulling 'em over.

He fucking sends
a message over to Baron.

"Tell that cop
I'm gonna have him...

I'm putting a contract on him,
gonna have him whacked."

Went to work the next day,

happened to go down Fulton
right in front of Hale

and here comes this Porsche,
pulling away.

I had never seen
this guy in person,

but I knew it was his car.

I pulled him over.

License and registration.

Of course, he doesn't
know who the fuck I am

'cause he never saw me.

He c -- you know, compli --
complies with my orders,

pulls out his license
and registration,
insurance card.

I take it, throw it back
in his fucking car

and I go,
"You're gonna have me killed?"

And he looks at me

and he doesn't know
what the fuck to do.

He's, I'm standing there,
I'm in his face.

"You're gonna have me killed?

"Why don't we do this, you get
out of your fucking car

"and I'll be a real man.

"Get out of your
fucking car right now!

"And we'll do
a 20 fucking pace walk off

"and we'll see who wins.

"Let's do it right now.

"You fucking owe me money

and you fucking put a hit
on me, you motherfucker?"

"No, no..."
I said, "Call it off right now."

I never said anything
about the money to him.

You call it off right now.

Or you see how this is --
this is for real.

Like, this is for fucking real.

You can't just tell you're
putting a hit on a fucking cop

and me not fucking
come find you. I did.

Day 1 I found you!

I don't know, couple hours
later I get a page from Baron.

He goes, "Mike, Chelo
just called me.

"Told me the hit's off.

Come by. I got something
for you."

Walked into Baron's office
at Auto Sound City

he handed me $700.

Mike is furious, he doesn't
want to have nothing to do

with these guys no more.

Baron is a - - is
a businessman.

So he says to me,
"I got another guy

who I think can use
our help now."

So you had The Company,
was a drug organization

run by Jose Montalvo, who --
who was also known as Chelo.

Then you had
another organization

doing pretty much the same thing

uh, run by Adam Diaz.

Nothing at all.

Because The Company was
a fucking low scale shit.

Half a grand,
grand shit are dimes.

Dimes!

He didn't have
the connections I had.

I could take him off
of the fucking business

in a heartbeat.

But I didn't want to do that.

Why, because he
didn't represent

no -- no competition to me.

And on top of that,
his sister...

[instrumental music]

...was in love with me.

Beautiful girl.

I was banging
the shit out of her.

Balls.

And you gotta be responsible.

[camera click]

I now haul a lot
of kilos on Escobar.

Because I know the stamp.

When you have
a Colombian connection

if they bring you 1500 kilos

and you have it in a place

you're already
responsible for that.

I don't care if tomorrow
the kilos goes down

$2000 a piece, $3000, $5000

it doesn't matter,
you're already responsible

for that amount.

You better fucking come
forward with the money.

Or fucking they kill you.

Don't - - don't make no
difference to them.

I had, uh, several stores open.

In East New York.

Lake Avenue, Crescent Avenue

Van Siclen Avenue,
New Lots and Vermont.

You, this a regular
grocery store.

Any regular customer
will walk in the aisle

take their cereal,
take their whatever.

The other clients that will
go for the other product

will walk quietly
all the way to the back.

In the back,
it was a metal door.

You knock on that door
and the guy will

open the door for you
and you give him the money.

I want half a key,
I want 62 ounces.

So when they
come out of there

they come out with
a whole bunch of grocery

but underneath all of that,
you got kilos.

When I saw Adam
the first time

I said, this is the guy
that we should work with.

I knew Baron
for a while already.

I took him a Porsche,
a 911, candy red

beautiful vehicle,
and I said, "Look Baron.

"I don't like ghetto music.
I like Julio Iglesias.

"I like Bryan Adams, you know?

"But I don't like those
fucking big black boxes

"with big speakers.

I hate that shit.
But I want to hear the music."

And I says, "By the way
don't make any holes

on my Porsche."

You're not gonna believe it,
when I came back

to pick up my Porsche

he didn't make not
one hole on that car.

And the car sounded
like a fucking club.

Not only did he put music there
to listen to Julio Iglesias

but he say, "You want somebody
listen to black music

"you c -- they could
put it on, Adam.

But it's up to you."

[instrumental music]

I had three fucking
machines counting money.

And it's still not enough time.

[blowing a raspberry]

Baron calls me, he's got
these two police officers.

Wanna talk to me about

they could protect your business

and they could give you
information

about when they're gonna raid
at your place.

I told Baron, okay.

Let's do a meeting with
the, with those guys.

Kenny and I discuss
a few things

and we go in, we have
a meeting with Baron about it.

And we tell Baron, $24,000
in our hands to talk.

Fucking Mike was
a fucking brain.

He said, "I think it was
$25,000 down payment

so he could trust me."

I said, "No problem."

We go in the back room.

Baron makes a couple
of quick introductions.

The first time I saw Kenny

He had the cop look.

Where you say,
"Fuck, he's a cop."

Mike didn't.

From day one, Mike didn't
have that cop look.

Mike was...like me.

Mike starts laying
it down on the line.

$24,000 down payment

and then you're gonna
give us $8,000 a week.

We're selling him on
the point that if we know of

or are aware of any undercover
activity in the area

we would inform him.

We will make sure all
the other places are raided.

You tell us where
your competition is.

We'll make sure Narcotics
knocks them out.

We will tell you when
Narcotics is in the area.

Diaz was all for it.
He -- he wanted that clout.

He wanted to own cops.

I got what I needed to keep
bringing my empire up.

I call one of my guys.

He brought me the money.

Here Mike...take a walk.

[instrumental music]

The -- the look of Mike

and Kenny

when they first
got the payoff...

Christmas in June,
maybe. Ha ha ha.

Me and Mike were -- were
ridiculously happy.

I mean, I know I was.

We had left there

with a nice load
of money in our hands.

We're two young guys
with -- with

two young, beautiful wives
and young kids.

And it's almost like
time for celebration.

My wife was in
the precinct that day

visiting her grandmother
who lived in the precinct.

Michael and Kenny
picked me up.

I was sitting in the backseat.

I asked how their day was.

I tell my wife

"Reach in that paper bag, can
you give us a couple of beers?

"We got some beers we're gonna,
you know, have a couple of beers

on the ride home.
Oh, no problem."

I open it up
and it was money.

And I basically
screamed. I was like --

[gasps]

She's just beside herself.

She can't believe how much
money's in that bag.

Money...always feels good.

And I tried to reassure her.

"Don't worry. Everything's
gonna be alright.

"We're gonna make some
money, you know.

Mike was driving
pretty erratically

and he was going fast.

Mike was doing fucking
a 100 in a little blue Hyundai.

We get pulled over.

Before the cop even
was out of his car

Mike was out of his car

walking back to the cop
with his tin out.

What is he
stopping a cop for?

I'm like, "You just
like...rode the median."

"I think you both are crazy.

This is trouble."

Adam would, uh,
do his business

uh, i.e. sell his dozens
of kilos of cocaine in a day.

And at the end of the day,
he'd have to make a serious move

like take his money and or drugs
out of the building

and bring 'em to wherever
his stash house was.

He asked us to ride
shotgun for him

so that if there were
people tailing him

they would see
that he had juice.

That the police
were protecting his moves.

No one's gonna
try to rob him

while they see a patrol
car 10 feet behind.

Mike was in charge

to protect my stuff

from point A to point B.

We were like
their -- their "Brinks."

We were, you know

protectin' him, making sure
he was not robbed.

He had a police escort.

Well, he did have
a police escort, yeah.

Michael Dowd got me vest.

Police officer's
bullet proof vest

for me and my guys.

Original shit from
the storage in the precinct.

So my guys used to wear it
like with pride, you know?

Like, "Wow, Adam
got it going on.

"Adam, he controls the cops.

We have nothing
to worry about."

[static]

There was guys that were
competition to me.

I give you a good example,
the guy in front of me.

They call him Dominica.

Short guy...fat.

He think he's a gangster.

A fucking pussy.

He started giving me
a hard time...

...stealing my customers.

Because he happened to be
in front of my store

I can't kill him.

His wife knew me.
His mother knew me.

Everybody knew me.

If he's dead, the next day

what the fuck
is gonna happen to me?

The Feds come in after me.

Can't touch the guy.

It's like,
fuck, what am I gonna do?

I say, "Mike, I need this guy
out of the way, please."

So what is it Mike did?

He parked the fucking

police officer car
right in his corner.

My customers was, were
fucking going to his spot.

I said, "Wow, Mike.
You're the man."

Kenny and I happened
by chance to be passing

in the back
of the location one day

and we see unmarked cars

guys in beards

the whole, unmarked,
droopy look going on.

And we say, "Hey,
what are you guys up to?"

And they said,
"We got a spot

we're doing
around the block later."

Okay, great.

I fucking hit the lights
and sirens almost

and go running the block,
jump out of the car.

I go into the bodega

I take two Heinekens
out of the freezer

I walk up to the counter
and I go like this.

- "Shut it down now."
- So what do I do?

I pick up all my guys

"Alright guys,
closed for the day."

"What do you mean, Adam?"

"Closed for the day.

Everyone, let's go."

I wouldn't leave
not one guy there.

I would leave the store guy

the guy behind the counter.

20 minutes later,
we drive back around

and they had
search lights, dogs.

The whole drug organization

was being taken down that day.

When the Feds come
or the State comes

and try to purchase drugs,
"What are you talking about?

We don't sell no drugs here."

"What do you mean?
I came last week."

"I don't give a shit
where you came

"or who you fucking
purchased drugs from.

"We don't sell drugs, my man.

"We sell groceries.

You want milk or bread?
Come and get it."

The DEA was
a little bit upset

and Brooklyn North Narcotics

who they worked in
the joint task force with

was upset
because they didn't find

a gram of salt in the building.

Never mind a kilo of cocaine
that they were looking for.

[instrumental music]

Michael Dowd was a very
loyal part of my crew.

Between me and him was like

more like
a brotherhood thing going on.

Like, I could talk to him

like I'm talking
to one of my first cousins.

Baron would call us
on a Tuesday

and say, your money's here.

And it went like clockwork.

I'm stunned at the shit
I'm getting involved in.

It's surreal to me.

I'm, like,
almost outside my body.

A month ago, two months ago,
I was a regular cop

and now I'm a criminal.

[instrumental music]

Lot of planning's
for the robberies would begin

with me and Mike talking
about it in a patrol car.

Talk to Adam

Adam wants us to hit this spot

how do you think
we should find out about it?

We throw ideas back and forth

uh, let's send Chicky in.

We all meet in a certain
place, in a certain bar...

...and we figure out
what we wanted to do

and what we had heard
and what we had saw.

We started to get the reports

from wherever
Narcotics had been.

If Narcotics went
to a building or a location

we would start
to stake out the location.

Tried to figure out, okay,
when the money was coming in

when it was going out,
who was coming in

and who was going out.

Who's the same guy
we keep seeing all the time

pull him over,
pat him down?

"I see you here all the time,
what are you doing here?"

"Oh, no."
"It says you live in Queens

"this is Brooklyn,
what are you doing

you visiting somebody?"

"There's not a house
around for blocks

what are you doing?"

Stuff like that,
we would check it out first...

...hit it later.

Mike had a friend

in the police precinct.

Tall guy, his fucking hands
are like, three of my hands.

- Uh, yeah, Walter.

Fucking big guy, huge guy.

Motherfucker's big.

Walter's a madman.

Just straight up adrenaline.

Go through the window,
go through the door

didn't -- didn't bother.

Straight up...

...madman.

Michael liked the idea...

...o -- of me being around
because I was a big fucking guy.

6'5", 290 pounds.

I'd break your fucking neck
if your neck needed breakin'.

Well, the first time
I saw Walter

I said to myself, "Bad."

We liked to have coverage.

Cops working and cops off duty.

We could put these things
together where we were on duty

and if the police got called

we'd be
the responding police team.

We put it all together

and then, um, we hit the place.

You walk in like
you own the fucking place.

Everybody on the floor, now!

Fucking do what I tell you!
Shut the fuck up!

You knock somebody down

you know, you put a gun
to his fucking head

you fire a shot
over his fucking head

that's an attention getter.

Mike, he's just crazy.

He'll do what he wants,
when he wants

and where he wants to do it.

Michael's favorite line was

"What the fuck are you
doing with my money?"

They put
everyone on the floor

fucking take their money,
take their -- their drugs.

Hell, man, it's all
fucking police tactics.

That's what they taught us
in the police academy.

Same way you were taught

got a guy in the front,
guy in the back

got an entry team.

They trained us to see things

make sure you're safe
and your partner is safe.

And if all that works,
you walk out of there

with the bag
full of fucking money

and the four or five people
that you left behind sayin'

"What the fuck just happened?"

There's plenty of times
where we had to basically

knock people out.

There's times
where we had to beat people.

We weren't leaving there
empty-handed.

- No.

Well, they just lost
50 grand in drug money

and 5 kilos of cocaine

wh -- what were
they gonna report?

Guys knew
they ratted us out...

...wouldn't be pretty.

Not gonna say, sit here

and say that we would
kill somebody or something

but these guys knew
not to fuck with us.

So he went in there

fucking put
everybody on the floor

guns in the fucking air

fucking...

...kicked ass.

[instrumental music]

This guy named Franklin...

...fucking dope head

fucking asshole.

It was him
and the guy's name is Coke.

This guy got a fucking Uzi

9 millimeter, all kinds
of fucking weapons.

Elvis is ready,
closing out this place.

He had to put
all the money together

and bag it up,
10,000 a package.

All of a sudden...

...Franklin and Coke come in
and stick up the place.

Stick up Elvis

stick up 14 of my guys.

So we heard
the commotion on the stairs

and we saw Franklin.

And the guy put a Magnum .44
right on the back of my head.

The room went quiet

because I was just
waiting for that pop.

Meanwhile, they were
just taking everything.

It was Christmas time.

I was so fucking embarrassed.

How the fuck, I have people
with guns and everything

and these guys
made it through.

Went all the way upstairs
to the third floor.

Franklin is a fucking guy

who has a drug habit,
who don't fucking see

no danger,
he don't give a shit.

He goes to talk to the guy
who's backing up my door

in front of the building

and he grabs the guy
in the door and say

"Open the fucking door.

I'm going upstairs."

The guy opens
the fucking door.

You open the fucking door,
everybody else is in danger.

See, that's the difference

between real guys
and a fucking pussy guy.

I would never open that door.

Kill me,
I'm not opening that door.

[exhales sharply]

Wow.

Got to be
$700,000 something.

I'm not worried about the money

that -- that ain't shit to me.

My problem is,
they making my spot hot

'cause they started shooting
to the air, so the cops came.

I told Mike and Kenny...

...I have a lot of money...

...for you to find
this motherfucker

and just fucking...

...put him in the car
and call me.

I'll take care of the rest.

Me and Mike...

...we're off, we're gone.

We're out
looking for Franklin.

Now we've got to get
our product back.

That's our product.

This guy was
pissing off our boss

as far as we were concerned.

Within like 6 or 7 days

Kenny and I found him

pulled him over.

Yeah, he did.

Um, he's not around anymore.

Now, I'm not saying
I killed him.

He's not around anymore.

[gunshots]

[laughs]

[seagulls squawking]

Who did you consider
to be your primary employer

in fact,
at this point, Mr. Dowd?

The department who
gave you your shield

or the drug traffickers

who were willing to
pay you because of it?

[instrumental music]

The money itself,
it was -- it was flowing

nicely there
for quite some time.

Every week, on time

$8,000 is waiting
for us at Baron's shop.

So we planned trips
around Atlantic City

stopped there with a limousine

and picked it up on the way.

Me, my wife, Mike
and his wife, Bonnie

Chicky and his wife

They were counting
money in the back seat

the girls were all excited

so it really made you
feel like, you know

you're there,
you've arrived.

Um, my lifestyle
was pretty good.

Trips, jewelry, vacations.

Life was good. We were rolling.

How important was that
New York City paycheck

to you at this time?

Well, I used to forget
to pick it up.

Paycheck goes into the bank,
your paycheck pays all

your regular utility bills, your
mortgage, anything like that.

And I had a loan
on my Lincoln.

There was no reason
not to have payments

because I had cash to spend
on everything else.

For vacation, furniture,
appliances.

You pay for in cash.

Kenny and Michael's
experiences

just brought them closer
and closer together.

Thought of him as my brother,
my best friend.

Like many good partnerships

you have to have
a yin and a yang.

You can't have two exact
same personalities.

You always let someone
take the lead.

He let me,
and he did the paperwork.

He's rock solid
with the numbers.

Kenny writes down
every lottery number.

Every Sunday, he writes
down the lottery numbers.

Does he play the lottery?

No.

No. I have notebooks.

He kept things straight

'cause Mike

was in so many different
directions.

At this point, I had been
drinking quite a bit.

They were like brothers.

I would say husband and wife,
because

Michael literally took
my husband out of my bed

for sometimes no other
reason than

Michael needed to drink.

What about your lifestyle
at this point, Mr. Dowd?

Could you tell the commissioners
and the public

what kind of car you were
driving at around this time?

Uh, '87 Corvette.

I'm like, what the fuck
are you doing?

We're making 600 dollars
a week.

You can't afford
a brand new Corvette.

Michael, don't ever, ever
bring that car to the precinct.

Don't drive this fucking car
to the precinct.

The next day he brought
that car to the precinct.

The reason I drove

the Corvette to work

was my wife and I had a deal.

Two weeks of the month,
she gets the Corvette

two weeks of the month,
I get the Corvette.

It happened to be my two week
period

where I had no other car
at the time.

So it was either
drive her car...

...which...

I didn't have a car.

I give it to Kenny.

It takes a lot of fucking man

to deal with this fucking guy
all day long in that car.

Mike was fucking nuts.

I trusted Kenny implicitly.

I knew that he would
go against his own friends
for me.

Many aspects of gaining
a -- and building that trust
and that bond

just continued
on a daily basis

and we never, one time,
said no to one another.

Without Kenny

he wouldn't function.

You know what I mean?

But if Kenny would bring a whole
bunch of cops and say

"Adam, forget about Mike.

This is the guys that working
with me." I would say, "No."

Without Mike,
you're not welcome.

[siren wailing]

We were the best backup team
in the precinct.

If shit went down, and you saw
Kenny and me pull up

your life came back
into your hands

the blood started to flow back
through your body again

'cause they knew they were safe.

[siren wailing]

One thing we did was always

looked out
for the other cops around us.

70, 91, 077, King Robert...

So, one night, Kenny and I
were doing a 4 to 12.

Some cops had a -- a major a --
armed robbery situation go down.

Kenny and I showed up,
we shanghaied the perp

put him in the car.

We were like a block
and a half from the precinct

to drop off the prisoner
at the precinct.

In that time

call comes over the radio.

And we hear
10-13 shots fired.

A live call come over the air.
Not a 911 call.

A cop yelling into the radio

screaming for his life.

10-10 shots fired, 10-13.

And you hear the gunfire going
off in the background.

And it's maybe four blocks
from where the precinct is.

Tell the perp, get out,
j -- just fucking get out.

Get out of the car.

And headed over
to Bradford and Pitkin.

We race off, we're the first
ones on the scene.

I think I was like third,
third car on the scene.

You hear rounds popping off

I don't know where
they're coming from
or where they're going.

As soon as we pull up

you know, we're down,
we open up the doors

and -- and the fucking shots
are just going off.

And the eeriest sight
of your life

there's a cop in uniform

happened to be
a Transit Police Department

sergeant in uniform.

And he's carrying
this fucking guy.

Guy was huge, he's carrying him
in his arms like this

walking down the street.

We still smell
the fucking gunpowder.

But all I see is a guy with
a body in his hand, and he goes

"He's a cop."

So, you know, we don't
wait for ambulances

when it's -- when the police get
shot, fuck that.

Throw him in the back
of our patrol car

guy's legs are sticking out
of the car, he was a big guy.

And, Mike takes off,
and I get on the radio

telling -- telling central
that we're transportin'

the cop shot to,
um, Brookdale Hospital.

To get this guy from Pitkin
Avenue to Brookdale Hospital

was maybe 5, 6 minutes.

Pitkin to Penn to Linden
to Brookdale, I'm on my way.

I'm fucking flying now.

Lights, no sirens

and I'm fucking

I'm trying to close the door.

Have them stand by,
he was shot in the head.

He's got a fucking hole
in the middle of his head.

[sirens wailing]

We're screaming
over the radio

get somebody
at Brookdale Hospital

to call and tell them
we're bringing...

...bringing in a wounded cop.

A New York City transit
officer was killed last night

in a spray of bullets from
automatic weapons.

Transit police officer
Robert Venable

age 35, on the job
with an undercover unit.

[instrumental music]

I was hit with a lot
of guilt

after officer Venable
was killed.

I wanted to feel the pain.

And I did feel the pain for him,
but I had that sense of shame

mixed in with pain,
that I really don't deserve

to share that pain with him

because I w -- I'm not loy -- I
wasn't loyal.

And, you know, when they
kill a cop, how it is.

Mike was so depressed about
the whole fucking deal.

When that shit happened,
he said, Adam

I need you to find out
who the fuck did this shit.

Man, help me out.

I need to find this shit out,
but I can't do it.

I just couldn't do it.

If Kenny gets shot

fucking I'll find the guy

I'll take care of him.

Or Chicky gets shot.

I'll fucking find the guy, take
his balls out, cut them off.

No problem.

It's a pleasure.

But someone I don't know.

No way.

[instrumental music]

You get worked up telling
these stories, you know?

I cried over it many times,
you know

I did my fu -- I did my crying.

And here I was fucking
saving drug dealers

at one end of the precinct
and chasing them at the other.

He's trying to say that he's,
that he did something to help

Officer Venable,
that he did, you know

he was just happened
to be there

that's all that was.

Well, he talked about like that
like he's a real cop

because he -- he took
the, uh, yeah.

No.

- So, Mr. Dowd.
- Yeah.

Let me ask
the question another way.

Did you consider yourself
to be a New York City cop

or drug trafficker?

Well, it's -- it's...
Both.

[dramatic music]

We have this informant in,
talking to us.

He's giving us
really good information.

I said, just know, no lies
and tell us everything.

And he said, you don't
want to know everything.

And I said, what do you mean,
like, you know

of course, I want to hear
everything.

And he said, no, you don't want
to hear everything, Joe

because I'm talking
about boys in blue.

And you hear that a lot,
when you're working
drug cases.

Oh, they got cops
working for 'em.

and a lot of times
it's just pure nonsense.

It's the leadership
of the organization

spreading rumors that
we got cops working for us.

It sorta keeps everybody worried

that if they cooperate

they'll find out about it.

I had no reason to think that
the information wasn't good

because he's been good
to this point.

Why, you know, why start lying
about something like this?

And he says, oh, no, he's got
a cop working for 'em.

And he says, it's Mike the cop

and he drives a red Corvette.

I felt like, fuck, you know,
like here, you know

it's -- it's a -- ah, I -- I...
Job was great to me.

I love the job, you know,
you hate to hear

these kind of things.

So we call Internal Affairs
and say, hey, Mike the cop...

...drives a red corvette.

And they go, okay,
we've got it.

Oh, I have...

...these cases from the Seven
Five that the commanding officer

has made me combine

into one investigation.

And it involves Dowd

and his crew.

So I went to the 75th precinct
to obtain documents...

...parked my car
in the rear yard...

...and as I was beginning
to walk in...

...Police Officer Dowd is
walking out the back door.

I look him square
as I'm walking by him...

...and the feeling
that I get is...

...perp.

But the guy's in uniform.
He's a cop.

I'm having a problem
reconciling this.

The feeling that I get
is, perp.

[bell ringing]

What I begin to do
is observations...

...following them on duty,
following them off duty.

And it's a very precarious
thing to do.

Remember, they're cops.

If you're going
to follow somebody...

...you have to try
to do it obviously

without them knowing
that you're doing it.

And it's not like TV...

...you know, the guy pulls out
of the parking space

and you're three car
lengths behind them...

...they never see you there.

Yeah, it just doesn't
happen like that.

Michael Dowd
had a red corvette.

He would pull out of
the Seven Five Precinct

and he would run
every red light...

...looking into the mirror
the entire time.

So you have to devise
another way of doing it.

You don't start out
at the precinct

you may start
out on the conduit

so he can run
all his lights and see nobody.

And then you're gonna pick him
up on the Belt Parkway

or the Southern State.

Catching a cop...

...by another cop
is heartbreaking.

If you're a cop...

...and you took that oath...

...it means everything to you

that you represent
and that you're correct.

When you take this job,
you raise your hand.

You take an oath, you say,
I will give my life

to save complete strangers.

And to Michael Dowd,
that meant nothing.

Wasn't like you were hurting
"people", quote unquote.

You're hurting a fucking
scumbag drug dealer.

Do you know what kind
of pain and suffering

that money caused
on the streets?

Do you know how many
people's lives were ruined

by the drugs that
that money bought?

In New York,
drugs were blamed

in last week's slaying
of a New York City patrolman.

Bodies of a mother
and her two children

were found wrapped
in sheets and blankets.

The victims were tied up

and either shot to death,
or strangled.

Drugs may have been involved
in yesterday's massacre

of ten people
in a Brooklyn home.

This was, East New York

Crown Heights,
Bedford-Stuyvesant.

All low income areas.

People that were
suffering enough

for a whole lot of reasons

they depend upon us

to keep it safe for them

to just do the common,
everyday thing.

Now...

...I have cops...

...making it possible
for this poison

to get onto the streets

to destroy
people's lives

to destroy
entire neighborhoods.

Pfft.

Top of the line.

All the way to
the fucking captain.

I used to carry a radio
so I could listen

to who was doing what?

Aside from Dowd,
Eurell, and Yurkiw

there wound up being

honest to God

25, 30 people.

Michael Dowd is definitely
the brains of the operation.

We started to look
for other avenues
to make money

we decided to distribute
cocaine out on Long Island.

We were purchasing
large amounts of cocaine

from Baron Perez
and Adam Diaz.

We used to stop at my house

on the way home,
to drop off the coke.

It was like...
huge bricks...

...of glimmering,
primo cocaine...

...in my kitchen.

My wife
was disgusted, disappointed

you know, we got enough money,
we don't need to be doing this.

Please...please stop.

At this point,
we had some nice cash

sitting around, the two of us.

So, why not just back the
cocaine operation financially.

We enlisted one dealer

and set him up in business.

They mainly had this guy,
Harry, distribute it.

Harry didn't look like
the brightest kid...

...not slick

not especially smart.

Harry was sellin', you know,
like half a kilo a week

out of a bar
in -- in 50 dollar envelopes.

There's -- there's never
enough, there's never enough.

I was...

...using the undercover
name Brian.

I had a beard,
I had a ponytail, earring.

I got information
about a subject named Harry.

Money was rollin' in...

...and he just kept wrapping it
up and putting it away.

Your feeling,
and your reaction to the fact

uh, that indeed
you weren't questioned, um...

...and you weren't, uh,
in anyway caught

during the, um,
course of all these dealings...

...did that for instance,
somehow embolden you

to do more in this area,
did you feel free

about what you were gonna do?

First of all, uh, there was
times when I was shocked

that I got away
with so many of these things.

I didn't know what stress was,
I just lived it.

Just fucking greed.

Also, mind you, I was

becoming heavily addicted
to cocaine and alcohol...

...so my inhibitions
were down.

I had some personal problems
I'd been going through, too.

So, all that combined,
it, uh...

...it certainly shocked me.

I -- I can't, uh,
I -- I don't know

how, sometimes, I showed
up for work.

I wasn't scared
of the money comin' in...

...but, the drugs in the car...

...we're gonna get
fucking arrested.

I don't know how Kenny
honestly felt about me doin' it.

He's becoming wired,
he's becoming paranoid.

I don't think
it bothered him so much.

On January 2nd of 1992...

...I made the first cocaine
purchase from Harry.

When the undercover...

...sends the coke to the lab

we have quantitative
or qualitative tests

done on the cocaine.

It comes back 95% pure.

Somebody...

...was bringing pure coke
into Suffolk County.

Based on your
personal knowledge

why weren't other police
officers in your command

turning you in?

Because I'm still a cop.

Cops don't turn in other cops.

He's doing coke as fast as
he can get it from

from Diaz is as fast
as he's doin'

he's probably doin' more
than he's sellin'.

Even when the person
they're depending on

for survival is doing lines
of coke in the RNP

is drinking daily
to this date

and as you said you're sometimes
a fall down drunk

even then,
they remained silent?

Cops don't want
to be labeled as rats.

Cops depend on one another
to survive out there.

Kenny, talked to me
one time and said

"Adam, Mike is crazy. He's going
crazy, he's sniffing..."

I said, "What?"

I know he's doing
a little fucking blow

sometimes in a while, but...

Fuck everything,
fuck them, fuck this.

I'm gonna do what I want.

And, that's -- that's how he...

...lived and worked,
in -- in the Seven Five.

You felt like you were God.

He said,
"No, he's fucked up.

He's fucked up,
he's a dope head."

Invincible.

So it's like,
"Fuck, how do I stop this guy?"

He never acted afraid

he never showed himself
to be afraid

I considered myself both
a cop and a gangster.

That's when I knew
he -- he was no good

and that was gonna be the end.

[tires screeching]

If I was getting too close,
you could quit.

But you find out, when
you're in the middle of the game

quitting ain't too easy.

The game keeps pulling
you back in.

And then you start to wonder

maybe I will get pinched.

[static]

One Sunday mornin'

we go to my parents' house
for breakfast.

Dada! Dada!

Pack up
the kids in my car...

Say, hi.

My wife gets in the car

I start driving down
my block to the corner.

We see a white car...

...someone in it.

Sitting there
on the corner

on a Sunday mornin'

is that typical
undercover cop car.

I'm like,
"Did you see that?"

And I'm watching my rear
view mirror the whole way

they pull out from the curb
and start following behind me.

But I'm not worried...

...no coke at my house.

I'm like,
"Ken, they don't need

"to have a scale

"and cocaine in the house

to bust you
for dealing drugs."

It was like 7:30,
8 o'clock in the evening.

I had seen
a couple cars followin' me.

I knew somethin' wasn't right.

Harry owes me cash.

I go out during the night

to pick up my money,
park in the driveway

I go in the side door.

He's dripping wet

I mean, dripping.
We're talking May.

It wasn't that hot,
and it's night.

It's 10 o'clock at night.

Dripping wet, and I'm like,
something's not fuckin' right.

I drove up to the precinct.

I walked up
the precinct steps.

I felt the tension
all around me.

The desk officer pointed

"The captain over there
wants to talk to you."

I turned around, a man walked in
with a lieutenant's badge

and said, "Internal Affairs,
uh, we want to take you

"for a-a department ordered
drug test."

[indistinct yelling]

Within 2 minutes

Suffolk County narcotics
slams the front door.

Get down, get down.

Vest, helmets, shield

rushing down the hallway.
I'm like, "Fuck!"

They throw me up
against the wall

they pull my gun out,
spread my legs, cuff me up.

As I walk down the stairs
to change in the locker room

I realize there's a bunch
of, like, plainclothes
police officers

around me, following me,
like blanketing me

so, I take my fucking pants off,
hang them in my locker

and I go to
put my civilian clothes on

and I got -- I got fucking coke
in my pocket.

So, I'm like, okay, let's put on
my pants with the cocaine in it.

There's a guy sitting
over here
I never saw in my life

walks up and says,
"Suffolk County
Police Department

you're under arrest
for narcotics conspiracy"

They search my pockets,
they pull out the bag of cocaine

I tried to unload.

The next picture
that you see

is a daisy chain of cops

is being led out of a precinct
in Suffolk County

and they're
New York City cops.

There's a police story
being told here
in New York this week --

The NYPD
is under the gun again.

Cops dealing drugs,
stealing money and guns

shaking down shopkeepers.

6 New York City
police officers charged

with conspiring
to sell cocaine.

It has become
an all-too familiar sight
in New York.

Cops arrested
on corruption-related charges.

And a new breed
of corrupt cop

none was more notorious
than officer Michael Dowd.

He was dirty
up to his eyeballs.

The story
of cops and robbers

see if you can tell
one from the other.

[intense music]

I was driving into work

and I heard on the radio,
that New York City
police officers

had been arrested
in Suffolk County.

I felt like, "Fuck,
Suffolk County got them?"

"Suffolk County got them?"

I wasn't scared.

It was almost like a sense
of relief hit me.

I was like, "Thank God,
it's over.

Thank you for saving
my fucking life."

Nothing was off the table
with me at that point
in my life.

It really didn't
make sense to me,
what was happening.

I was so used to -- to
winning...every day

I've been beating these people
for 5, 6, 7, 8 years.

This is just another -- this is
just another obstacle

I have to learn
to get around, and I will.

In my mind,
I was gonna get around this.

Here we are, out on bail,
it's about a month

after our arrest,
uh, mid-June sometime...

...facing 25 to life
for drug trafficking charges.

It was at my insistence
that we try to develop

a plan on how to minimize
the damage at this point.

There's a Colombian living
in my house, in Brentwood.

He said,
"Leave the fucking country.

"You're doing 25 to life
in the state

"if they fucking hammer you,
you are, you're done.

You're done."

He knows I'm in a spot.

Comes to me and says,
"Are you interested

"in doing a hit
at this woman's house,
on Avon Street in Queens?"

There's a drug lord
whose wife is holding off

a large sum of cash and cocaine
that they owe this Colombian
that's staying in my home.

So, the plan is to grab
this guy's wife, kidnap her

grab any money and drugs
in the house

turn her over
to the Colombians for execution.

"What's in it for me?"
He said, "There's several
hundred thousand in cash

and, uh, at least 10 kilos."

He has this whole plan
to flee bail

with a kidnappin'
and murder scheme.

I said, "Kenny, this is
my plan, are you in or you out?"

He pounds his hand, and goes,
"We need to do this thing."

He says, "I'm in."

Well, that's
all I wanted to hear.

I mean, my life
was in turmoil.
I don't give a fuck.

It's me and Kenny
back together again.

[intense music]

Mike picks me up
the next mornin'.

We went off to Avon Street.

We're driving our way there.
As we approach --

"Kenny, you got the scanner,
let's see if the scanner works.

"See what's going on
on the scanner."

We turn on the local scanner
to listen to the local precinct.

The scanner's not on a minute
and you hear,
"Suspicious car on Avon Street."

There's no way you're hiding
that, Mike picked that up.

Avon Street is 2 blocks long.
It's gotta be related to us.

Well, when the call came in
on the scanner

he said to me,
"We're going to the house."

I said, "Whoa, why would we
go to the house?

"The -- the block
is staked out."

"Mike, I came
all the way this far

we're going
to the fucking house."

I said, "You go to the house,
I ain't going there."

So, rather than stop
at Avon Street

I kept, I jumped back
onto the Grant Central Parkway
and headed home.

We get the fuck
out of there.

As I'm driving, I see cars
just converging from everywhere

sort of closing in
on the location behind us.

We get all the way
back to my house,
he decides to go home.

I said, "Alright, man,
I'm gonna call you later."

And I notice 4, 5, 6
more different, 10 different
vehicles following me.

I'm finding cars,
undercover cops
every fucking where.

And I'm not believing this.

I went home,
walked in the door

looked at my wife,
she says

"Oh, by the way,
Dori told me, last night

that if I never
see you again, remember,
I love both you and Mike."

I said, "She said that to you,
you didn't tell me
this last night?"

She goes, "Well, I didn't think
it was important."

With that, I turned around,
and I heard the police cars

swinging into the,
my -- my cul-de-sac.

Whoo-whoo-whoo.

The noise of -- the noise of
cars pulling into my cul-de-sac.

[tires screeching]

[door opens and closes]

When they walked in my door

I knew it was Kenny.

How the fuck could he do this?

I was already in trouble!
I was already in trouble!

[intense music]

We decided to approach
a person who appeared to be

from our information,
and from the Suffolk
County case

the less culpable
of the 2 individuals.

And so, we reach out
to Kenny Eurell's lawyer.

[siren wailing]

Kenny's attorney
brings him in.

I ask him his full name,
what's his wife's full name.

I get all
the background information.

And it sort of sets him at ease

'cause now he's in a routine
of answering questions.

Then I throw out the name
Baron Perez.

And he looks at me, gets
a shocked look on his face.

They did not know
at that time that there's
an ongoing

federal criminal investigation
that goes back years.

They had been taping
Auto Sound City

Baron, Michael Dowd,
drug transactions

that Michael Dowd bodyguarded
for the drug dealers.

They had informants inside,
the whole thing.

They even had me on tape.

Kenny's attorney's
gonna tell him

"Your exposure just went
from whatever the state

"was gonna give you,
to now you're looking

at this
in the federal system."

And he's gonna have
a come-to-Jesus moment.

[instrumental music]

There's a Colombian
livin' in my house.

So, the plan is
to grab this guy's wife.

I said, "Kenny, this is
my plan, are you in or you out?"

"You've literally lost
your mind, we're not
fucking doing that."

Kenny spoke to Marty,
our lawyer.

I go to my lawyer,
I let him know what's goin' on.

He goes, "You can't allow
something like that to happen."

"Kenny, it's Rico.

"You're looking at 25 years.

"You're goin' down.

You have to give him up,
you have to."

That was, you know, clear

that I need to start working
with the DEA

and...I decide to
cooperate with the feds.

Mike Troster gets me
a micro-recorder

at that time, 1992,
a micro-recorder was,
you know, that fuckin' big.

It was big.

Big enough that if you're
wearing it, you're
self-conscious.

I go, "Holy crap, I got this
big piece of equipment on me."

"We're gonna wire your phone
in case Dowd calls
and talks on the phone."

Every contact is, as much
as possible with Michael

has to be on audio
or videotape, or both.

I don't want to wear it
anywhere on my chest

because we normally hugged
each other and gave each other

a kiss when we met each other,
so, I came up with,
"I'll wear it behind my calf.

I got muscular calves,
and I'll ace bandage it."

He had, like, it was like
a little smirk, I'm like,
"I'm freaking out over here."

My wife's like, "What could
you possibly be smilin' about?"

I'm like, "I feel
like a cop again."

"Really, I'm just prayin'
I get to see you again."

And, you know, when I hugged
him, I hugged him like

I wasn't ever gonna
see him again.

That this is probably gonna
turn horribly wrong.

Michael's plan was to go to
the house on Avon Street

in Jamaica Estates, Queens.

Knock on the door,
deliver a bouquet of flowers...

...and then they were gonna
bring her out, kidnap her

take her to a motel,
and there

she would be handed over
to the Colombians.

If we walked to the door
with a bouquet of flowers

knocked on the door,
she'd probably open up
to receive the flowers.

So, it was as simple as that,
I didn't think,
it was a no brainer.

On the news, I'm sitting
there watching the news

'cause I'm watching
the news every day

'cause we're almost on the news
every night.

Totally separate story, a lady
was killed and murdered

because someone posed as
a flower delivery person.

Ha, I'm sittin' there with
my wife, I'm like, oh my God

I hope Mike's not fucking
watching the news now

because I know he's gonna want
to call me and discuss it.

[telephone ringing]

Yeah?

I'm watching it, yeah.

Yeah, I know,
I was gonna call you

but I figured
what's the point.

We did not change our plan.

Some other woman
living in Queens

is not gonna not open
her door for flowers.

The flower thing can
be used a few times.

Not every flower delivery is a
fucking a-armed robbery murder.

The recordings that Eurell
made were extremely helpful

to prove Dowd's involvement
in this crime.

We're trying to figure out
exactly how we're gonna

grab the woman, grab any money
or drugs in there

and then bring her off to the
Colombians for the execution.

Where Kenny comes up
with the idea that this woman

was gonna be delivered
to Colombians and kidnapped

and executed, is beyond me.

Michael's lyin',
Kenny wore tapes, the tapes...

...reflect that
Michael planned to abduct
the woman in Queens.

It was Kenny's words,
never mine, go to the tapes.

Listen to the tape.

Kenny paged me in the wee
hours of the morning.

He says, it's happenin',
we're doing it in the mornin'.

Agents are gonna go to this
woman in her house

tell her, listen your
life is in jeopardy.

We're gonna put
you somewhere safe

and we are gonna stay
in your house.

Michael's gonna come
to do the abduction

and Michael's gonna
get arrested.

Didn't happen that way.

Mike picks me up
the next mornin'.

We went off to Avon Street,
as we approach

I go, Kenny, you got
the scanner?

The scanner's not
on a minute, and you hear

suspicious car on Avon Street.

One of the surveillance guys
was parked near the house

and someone called
the police on it.

He identified himself,
he said hey, we're DEA

doing a surveillance.

There's no way you're hiding
that. Mike picked that up.

We get the fuck out of there.

As I'm driving, I see cars

just converging
from everywhere.

Now my mind starts spinnin'.

How am I gonna make sure Mike
doesn't relate this to me?

The plan was, DEA's gonna arrest
us all and take us in

and make it look like I'm part
of being arrested.

They were -- at that point
gonna grab my wife

and grab my kids,
and brin' them to a hotel

to keep them safe
until they could

figure out
what to do with us after that.

[telephone ringing]

Troster called me and he said

that I need to get
out of the house.

We fucked up, we don't even
know where Kenny is.

I'm like, "What do you mean you
don't know where Kenny is?"

My wife has bags packed
at the door, ready to go

waitin' for the DEA to pick
her up and save her.

I had to wire him,
and now they're coming back?

We get all the way back
to my house.

I went to go into his house,
he told me, hold on

I gotta check on, see if
my wife is dressed.

Kenny never stopped me from
seeing his wife

dressed or undressed
and now all of sudden

he's going to check,
that's very suspicious.

Holy shit, I'm runnin'.

I grabbed those bags,
I run as fast as I can.

My wife is thinking
on the fly.

She hears the car pull up
in the driveway

the door's closed,
she peeks out the window

sees it's us getting back
and Mike is there.

I throw those bags
into the bedroom.

- Hides the bags by the door.
- Out of sight.

- She starts panicking.
- I run into the bathroom,
wet my hair.

Wets her hair like she's
just getting out of the shower
'cause now it's taking...

- Took off my clothes...
- ...to answer the door.

...and put on a robe.

And they're banging the door.

Why Kenny wasn't using
the key... I don't have no
keys on me.

Walked in the house,
the fuckin' house was empty.

I looked around, where's all
your furniture?

Oh, you know
I'm selling the house.

Yeah, but why would you empty
the fuckin' house out?

Well, it shows better
when the house is empty.

He had a good answer,
the motherfucker.

I'm freaking out,
Mike was supposed to be

behind bars and I would
not have to deal

with any of this confrontation.

Mike is pumped.

Dor, Dor, we came this close
to being arrested

we were this close.

Someone ratted us out,
they knew we were there.

I'm like, how they hell
could they know that?

He decides to go home,
and says," Alright, man

"I'm gonna call you later."

My only concern now is I gotta
get in touch with my lawyer

and the DEA,
and Internal Affairs

and this other district to let
them know what's going on.

It's out of the bag, now.

He knows the DEA's got
a surveillance going on

we gotta go lock up Michael.

As we were pulling up
to his house

there's kids playing
in the street.

I tell the kid,
you need to go inside.

'Cause, I didn't know,
I'd heard Michael would fight

he's a cop,
I -- there could be guns

I didn't want a kid around.

And he runs straight
to Michael Dowd's house.

It's Michael's kid.

And all of a sudden,
I hear, whoo, whoo

the sound of vehicles coming
into my cul-de-sac.

Aw, fuck!

It's over, again.

[dramatic music]

How the fuck could
he do this?

I didn't consider
myself being a rat

because a rat to me, was...

A rat gets caught
doing somethin'

and then in order to get
himself out of trouble...

...you tell on someone else.

I was already willin'
to accept my sentence.

Why would Kenny
do this to me?

Why would he put a wire on?

Why would he fuck me like this?

You want to say,
"Yeah, I ratted on you

"about a murder
and kidnappin' scheme."

Okay, I'm a rat. In my eyes,
I saved that woman's life.

[dramatic music]

I was very surprised at
hearing that Kenny had turned.

You know, you could say
he did it for his wife

and his kids,
and shit like that but...

...I haven't had to turn
my head around once today.

I got no worries,
I didn't -- I didn't
rat on anybody.

I just can't see
goin' through life

turnin' around, lookin' over
my shoulder to see a face

that I don't want
to see anymore.

Ain't nobody gonna crash me
in the back of the head

because of somethin' I said
to the police, or a journalist.

If Kenny would be
Mike's real friend

he would have just fucking
do whatever for him...

...including time.

[instrumental music]

If I could relive
that first moment

where he threw me that
hundred dollars in a car...

...as a 52-year-old man

there was a fourth option
to the three options I saw.

The fourth option was
go to an outside agency.

Not go to Internal Affairs
and cut my own throat

not accept the money
and go along with him

and not ignore it
and be just as guilty.

The fourth option,
which I never saw as a kid

was go to an outside agency.

I regret I ever met Mike.

It felt as though
I was cheated on by my wife

when Kenny turned on me.

I -- I missed him.

[chuckles]

[dramatic music]

Commission investigation
has established that

the New York City
Police Department's

anti-corruption apparatus
is primarily a reactive

rather than proactive,
and relies almost

exclusively on complaints
to gauge the extent
of corruption

in the department,
in this -- and in the city

and to initiate corruption
allegations.

I'd like to point out
the significance of this

which is that the majority
of corrupt acts committed

by police officers
therefore go undetected

and uninvestigated
by the New York City
Police Department.

Thank you, Mr. Dowd.

This hearing is now in recess.

I always wanted
to be a good cop

I didn't come
on the police department

to be a bad cop, I -- I...

Yeah.

My dreams are about
bein' a good cop.

Sad, though, never happened.

[Rolling Stones singing
"Heartbreaker"]

* The police in New York City

* They chased a boy
right through the park *

* In a case
of mistaken identity *

* They put a bullet
through his heart *

* Heartbreakers with
your forty four *

We lock up a guy
and we're bringing him over

to correction center
for bookin'.

And at that point
like a VIP entourage

comes in as we're
bookin' this guy

and I hear,
"Fucking Joey Hall."

So I look over and I said,
"Hey, Michael, how you doin'?"

And he said, "Joey, I just got
16 fuckin' years."

And I said, "Michael,
if it was up to me

you'd be doin' more time."

And he said, "Hey Joe,
it was an honor

"to be arrested by you.

Fuck those IAD guys,
they never got me."

He starts to walk away
and he turns around in the hall

and he says, "Hey Joe, hey
the year wasn't a total waste

the Rangers won the cup!"

And then with that,
he walks in and you hear
the cell door slam.

* A pain maker

* Stole the love right
out of you heart *

* Oh yeah

* Doo doo doo doo doo
* Oh yeah

* Doo doo doo doo doo

* I wanna tear that word apart

* Oh yeah

* Doo doo doo doo doo
* Oh yeah

* Doo doo doo doo doo

* I wanna tear that word apart

* Heartbreaker

* Heartbreaker

* You stole the love
right out of my heart *

* Heartbreaker

* Heartbreaker

* I wanna tear
that world *

* I wanna tear that world

* Ah yeah

* Ah yeah

* I wanna tear
that world apart *

* Heartbreaker

* Heartbreaker

* You stole the love ah

* You stole
the love ah *

* Doo doo doo doo doo doo
* Ah yeah

* Doo doo doo doo doo doo

* Doo doo doo doo doo doo

* Ah yeah

* Ah yeah

* You stuck pins right
in her heart *

* Ah yeah

* Doo doo doo doo do

* You heartbreaker

* I wanna tear
that world apart *

* Doo doo doo doo doo

* Ah yeah

* Doo doo doo doo

* Ah yeah

* Ah yeah

* Doo doo doo doo

**