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In the criminal justice system

the people are represented by two
separate yet equally important groups,

the police who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Can't hear a damn thing.

Maybe we should
drive over, get a visual.

I don't wanna raise 'em up.

I hate just sittin'
here. MAN 1: Yo, man.

We got something. Sound's back.

What the hell we
doing at the GW, man?

That's a good question. What
are they doin' at the bridge?

Yo, man, let me see my money.

Ain't your money
till we get our guns.

You tell 'em, Cal.

You first pay, fool.

What the hell?

This doesn't sound good.

The money, man.

I don't think so.

Freakin' "A".

We got shots fired in undercover
vehicle. Move in, move in!

Oh, no.

1013, we got officers
down, officers down.

1-7-6 and Haven.

1-7-6 and Haven.

Let the Chief of D's know

that the two
officers didn't make it

and I'll be in touch as
soon as we have anything.

So, who are they?

Detectives Calvin May
and Dexter Richmond.

They were dumped
from their own car.

Anything on the vehicle?

It's a gray SUV,
location unknown.

Aviation has a bird in
the sky as we speak.

Anyone in the
neighborhood see anything?

No, not this time of night.

Were they undercover?

Firearms Investigation Unit.

Calvin...

You knew this guy?

He was my friend.
They were on a gun buy.

Their wallets are gone and
their weapons are missing.

Who's their CO?

Terry Norfleet. He's on the way.

One shot each. The
officer on my right...

Calvin May.

Close contact wound
to the back of the head.

Was he in the passenger's seat?

All right, he was probably
shot first. The driver...

Detective Richmond.

He must have
turned at the sound.

He was shot in the right temple.

Both shots were
through-and-throughs.

From a large caliber gun.

If I didn't know that was Cal, I
would have never recognized him.

It was a straight buy-and-bust,
going for a couple of Tec-9s.

Richmond and May had three
grand in marked buy money on them.

We didn't even have a visual on them
at the end. We had to rely on the Kels.

Yeah, I know, they're junk.

The garbage they
send us out with.

Department's supposed
to replace 'em, but...

Do you think the bad guys made
Richmond and May as police officers?

I don't think so. It
sounded like a robbery.

They sure didn't say anything
that sounded like they knew.

Who set it up?

A confidential informant.

Reliable?

May and Richmond
used him all the time.

Where can we find this dude?

I already sent two guys down to sit on
his last known. There was no sign of him.

You'll let us know when
he shows up, right?

Detectives Green and
Fontana. Captain Norfleet.

Detectives.

Captain, I'm sorry
about your guys.

Appreciate it.

What were they carrying?

Calvin still had his .38?

You know it. And Richmond
had a 9mm Beretta.

And Calvin and Richmond
worked together a lot, right?

Only about 300 cases
in the last two years.

What do you think
went wrong this time?

They did exactly what they were
supposed to do. I heard the tape.

They weren't sloppy,
they were robbed.

I don't care how many
cars are tailing you.

After that, it's not about
back up, it's about mop up.

Lieutenant, they found the SUV.

Good guys in the front, bad guys
in the back. That's never good.

And two bullet
holes in the dash.

Hey! Excuse me.

I want those slugs
out of that dash.

I don't care if you have to tear
that whole engine block apart.

Just get them, okay?

We've got 20 teams of
detectives ready, willing,

and able to canvass
this whole area.

Somebody must've seen something.

It's the ones that don't wanna
be seen that I wanna talk to.

Come on, folks.
Behind the yellow tape.

There's nothing to see
here. Nothin' to see here.

Ma'am? I saw you.
Please, I need your help.

Please. Miss?

I was in the back. I hear
nothing, saw nothing.

Señora, two police
officers are dead.

I'm sorry. Like I said...

No, no, no. Señora, por favor.

Did you ever
call the police? Sí.

And did we come,
and did we help?

Well, now we need
your help. Please.

Two of our people were killed
by some very, very bad men.

We need to get
them off the street.

It was late.

I fell asleep on the couch,
watching TV. I hear noises.

What kind of noise?

Screechin' tires and
voices. I came to the window.

And I saw somebody runnin' away.

What did he look like?

Black. Young, like in the 20s.

Head like an eight-ball.

He had a shaved
head? He was bald?

Yeah. A red and white jacket.

Which way did he run?

Inside of that building,
over there. Yeah.

What's your name?
Trevor Hawkins.

Gonna ask you a
few questions, Trev.

Man, I ain't got no wants or
warrants, cleared them last week.

This your jacket? Yeah. No.

You don't mind if we take a
look around, do you, Trevor?

Go ahead.

This is Calvin May's license.

He stays here. He's my cousin.

Your cousin? Shut up!

Come on, come on. We're gonna
go spend some time in our house.

I told you I found those
wallets in the garbage.

Listen, man. We're
gonna find that money.

What money? There wasn't
no money in those wallets.

$3,000 cash. Marked money!

Do you understand what I'm
saying to you? And two guns.

You wish I had all of that. Shoot, I
do, too. But wishing don't make it so.

Those wallets that you say
you found in the garbage,

do you have any idea
who they belonged to?

You keep saying some dead guys,

but I don't know.
I didn't kill 'em.

Two police officers,
Trevor! Two cops!

Oh, man. I ain't killed no cops.

Let me explain something to you.

It don't make no
difference to me

whether it was
you or your partner.

I ain't got no partner.

Then you know what? Happy
birthday and congratulations

because you're the shooter.

And you're the one who's
gonna take the fall all by yourself

for killing those two policemen.

I didn't shoot nobody.

All right, I'm done.
All right, wait, wait.

I'm gonna tell you the truth.

I didn't snatch the wallets
out of the garbage can.

I got 'em off the
front seat of that car.

That's your story?

Sit down.

We get anything yet on that
informant who set up the buy?

We went through
the detectives' notes.

It seems their CI had a
habit and a regular hangout.

Something I like about
junkies, they're predictable.

He's probably there
now, getting a fix.

Well, we'll hold on to
Trevor for the time being.

You should check this out.

I swear, I don't know
who they was meeting with.

You set it up.

I just put 'em in
touch with somebody.

Sit!

A guy named Ramsey.
He's like a broker.

A broker?

You know, he put
the word on the street.

What is the word on the street?

He know a man who got Tec-9s,
Mac-10s, Sweepers, whatever.

And Ramsey puts the
buyer and the seller together?

Right, right. Ramsey's the
man you wanna be talking to.

And then you called
Richmond and May

and you told them
about this guy?

They'd slip me a
C-note for every tip.

And I hear about this, I take Ramsey's
number and pass it on to the D's.

Yeah, and then they call Ramsey

and he puts them in
touch with the gun dealers?

That's how it work, brother.

Please tell me that you
remember Ramsey's number.

Remembering things
ain't my problem.

It's the stuff I'd
like to forget.

You all gonna take
care of me, right?

Knock yourself out.

Clear.

Clear.

In here. Hey, Joe! In here!

Seal it off!

I'm guessing this is Mr. Ramsey.

That's one way to
cut out the middleman.

Through-and-through, huh?

Look at this. A snub-nose
.38, 9mm Beretta.

Wad of cash.

Convenient having
all the evidence

in one nice little
pile, don't you think?

He saw it comin',
tried to lay low.

Not low enough.

The M.E. says that Ramsey was
killed between 5:00 and 7:00 a.m.

A few hours after May
and Richmond were shot.

They must have freaked
out when they figured out

they killed two
undercover police officers.

Then they tracked down
Ramsey, took him out,

and left the money and guns
on him to cover their own tracks.

They messed up though. It
looks like they used the same gun.

Well, no one said
they were smart.

Did you see the
headlines this morning?

We need someone on the inside.

I'll talk to Captain Norfleet

when we pay our
respects to the family.

Pam.

Eddie.

I am so sorry.

Pam, this is my new
partner, Joe Fontana.

Did you know Calvin, too?

No, ma'am. I didn't. I'm
very sorry for your loss.

Thank you for coming, Detective.

Pam, if you need
anything, anything at all,

you or the babies,
you let me know, okay?

I'm glad you're on this, Ed.

Catch these guys.

Don't you worry
about that, all right?

Bye, babies.

Bye.

Firearms has always
been a small unit.

I've already had two
officers ask for transfers.

I don't blame
them. Neither do I.

But we're stretched pretty thin.

The day he was killed, May had
already done two hand-to-hands.

He was home with his
kids when I beeped him,

and asked him to please come
in and go on a buy with Richmond.

Listen, I wish I could tell you
we had a suspect in custody.

What can we do to help?

I need to borrow an undercover.

I'll give you my secret weapon.

Excellent.

Our version of a trophy case.

Oh, damn. That's impressive.

Yeah. A lot of these guns, Calvin,
Dex, and I took off the streets together.

Usually, I play the girlfriend.

Well, a lady on the set
often softens the mood.

Yeah?

You ever work undercover?

A million years ago in Chicago.

Yeah, hold on a minute. Joe?

Ballistics has got
something for us.

Well, I'm gonna go see what
they're saying on the streets

about who killed Calvin and Dex.

Thanks a lot.

Ballistics recovered both
slugs from the dashboard.

Forty-four caliber.
Both from the same gun

which they also used
to kill Ramsey with.

Now, if we just had the gun.

Well, we don't have the
gun, but we know what it was.

It's in the system?

Yeah, it was used in a justifiable
homicide a couple of years ago.

Self-defense case.

Then it was stolen
from the legal owner

and used in three subsequent
crimes, two murders, one attempted.

That victim still
live in the city?

Uh-huh, Washington Heights.

Bring him downtown,
show him some pictures.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

All right.

Me, I don't remember the gun.

Most people, they have
a gun stuck in their face,

that's all they remember.

I walked out of the subway,

a guy asked me if the local
was still running, then boom.

I wake up at Bellevue,

my wallet gone and an
eight-inch scar down my chest.

You got a good
look at that dude.

Why couldn't you identify him?

I don't know.

Or was it that you
could, but wouldn't?

Man, I came this close
to dying on the table.

Okay, you testify against a
guy like this and he walks,

he'll kill you for sure.

Is that what you're
worried about?

Look, I'd be lying
if I said I wasn't.

This guy killed two police
officers. He's not going anywhere.

This dude ain't coming after
nobody, man. You can believe that.

That's the guy. That's him.

I don't remember his gun, but
I'll never forget his face. Never.

That's Preston
Hubbard, a.k.a. Prez.

He's done time for
robbery, assault, weapons.

Last known address was
the Hamilton Housing Projects.

The name is not
ringing any bells.

Well, the Ten Ring
crew run the Hamilton.

Do you know
anybody in that crew?

That's why God created
confidential informants.

Okay, I see 'em.

Do you know where
I can find Prez?

You must be Luisa.

How you doing?

So, how you know my boy Marvin?

He used to hang with my sister.

Yeah, I'd like to hang with
you and your sister, too.

You think he'll pat her down?

I think he'd like to.

So you looking for ammo?

Mmm-hmm, for a .44.

Hmm, that's a big piece
for a little girl. You shoot?

It's for my man.

And you runnin' his
errands. That ain't right.

I wouldn't send a little
girl like you to do for me.

Oh, so you take
care of business, huh?

Got that right.

Yeah, that's what I heard.

So you heard about me, huh?

Mmm-hmm. I heard you
took care of a couple D's.

A couple of undercovers.

Q? Did you hear that?

I'm wonderin' how she heard it.

You been runnin'
your mouth some?

No, man.

Did he just give it up?

Almost.

So it's true, you
shot those cops?

Nah.

That takes balls.

We got that for sure.

So how much money
you wanna spend, baby?

I don't know. I got about 500.

If she had gotten
one step further.

So Luisa gets him
to be more specific.

Yeah, but if she keeps asking,
you know they'll be suspicious.

How about I go?

Undercover? I
don't think so, Ed.

Look, Luisa's already established
that she's got a boyfriend.

All she has to do is say, "My man
wants to buy a gun to go with that ammo."

Better yet, more than one gun.

I can't ask you to do that.

You ain't asking
me. I'm volunteering.

We're here. Cherry
Street, under the bridge.

Kels are up and running.

Let's hope that lasts.

Here they come. I see 'em.

We're on.

Where the money at?

Right here. Where
are my guns at?

We gonna take you to 'em.

Oh, wait a minute. That's
not what we talked about.

Hey, don't worry, sweetheart.
Your man's comin' right back.

Or stay here, give us the
cash, we bring you the .38s.

Yeah, right, so you can rob me?

If we was trying to rob you,
you'd be robbed already.

Besides, your girl
know where we stay at.

We gonna take a little ride, make
sure we clean and nobody's watching.

Yeah, no, I don't think so.

All right. It don't
matter to me.

I sell your guns
to somebody else.

Hold up!

Baby, I don't think you
should go with them.

Don't worry about it. I'm gonna be
all right. You stay right here, okay?

I'll be right back.

Back up, can you hear me?

Ed and the money are in a black
Escalade with Hubbard and Ellis.

Everyone move out. Stay as close
as you can. But don't get burned.

This is exactly what I
didn't want to happen.

It's okay, it'll work
out. He's a smart guy.

Richmond and
May were smart, too.

Delancey?

Why do I gotta go all the way to
Williamsburg to get these guns?

Any unit, Williamsburg Bridge,
Brooklyn side, black Escalade.

Your girl gonna be
pissed she got to wait?

She'll get over it.

Well, why you bring
her to a deal anyway?

We got it like
that. That's my girl.

You know, females
like that thing.

As a matter of fact, I wanted to
meet you all in person anyway.

Other day, had me mad jealous.

All she could do
was talk about you all.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Why you all tell my girl you
all killed them undercover cops?

I didn't say that.

See, I told her
she had it twisted.

I know the cat that killed them
dudes. Dude named Smalls.

Aw, hell, no. Lester Smalls?

I know Lester
Smalls, and he a punk.

Nothin' but.

That may be true, but Lester
walking around saying he did it.

Lester don't know nothing, man.

Them cops never saw it
coming. Bang! Bang! Just like that.

Shut up, fool,
you talk too much.

I think we got 'em.

Why you worried?
You scared of the cops?

Do I look scared?

Just like he said.

Bang, bang!

So it's like that? What,
you gonna kill me now, too?

Ah, jeez. I don't like that.

Now why would I
do that? You a cop?

No, I ain't no damn cop.
You starting to sound like one.

All right. We cool. Turn here.

What the hell is this?

Hey, you watch
it, son! Hey, you!

Police! Out of the car! Go! Go!

You never saw
it comin', did you?

Hands out of the window!

Thanks, brother.

Did you all get that? Did
you hear what they said?

We got it. We got
everything on tape.

Lieutenant? Look what we found.

Three, four, five, six .380s.

Guns were in the
car all the time.

Ed,

you okay?

What can I do for
you, Mr. Ardall?

Cut my client a little slack.

A little slack?

If New York's death penalty
wasn't in limbo, I'd be asking for that.

Your client should
count his blessings.

My client wasn't the shooter.

Quincy Ellis pulled the trigger.

Hubbard is still a cop
killer. Not interested.

Even if they didn't act alone?

Someone else was involved?

Preston Hubbard will testify.

I make no promises
until I hear a name.

Would you settle for an address?

You let one of these guys flip

in exchange for a web address?

Forty-to-life instead of
50-to-life for Preston Hubbard.

"www.covertcops.com."

Other detectives
are at risk, Arthur.

This isn't just a web
site, it's a high-tech

hit list with eight
other names on it.

This is the homepage.

"These undercover officers
are in your neighborhood."

All from the Firearms Unit?

Just Richmond and May. The
others are from Anti-Crime, Narcotics.

So far Richmond and May
are the only ones to be killed.

So, they see these detectives' photos
on the website and decide to kill them?

Since when do gun
dealers surf the web?

Well, everybody surfs the
web, Arthur. Everybody but you.

Recognize the
pattern on that marble?

These photos were taken inside the
courthouse. First floor, side entrance.

The D.A.'s entrance.

I want to know who was
on duty in the courthouse

every time Richmond
and May testified.

Am I gonna lose my job?

Are you gonna lose your job?

Do you have any idea how much
trouble you're in, you big dummy?

Right now, it's all about how
much jail time you're gonna do.

I used one of them cell
phones with a camera in it.

But I got nothing to
do with no website.

I could barely figure out
how to work the damn thing.

Why were you taking pictures
of undercover detectives?

This guy asked me
to. Said he'd buy it,

all I had to do was
point and shoot.

This guy "asked" you to?

All right, paid me.

Does this guy have a name?

Gordon Samuels. He works
at the courthouse time to time.

Security?

No, defense attorney.

Why am I not surprised?

Look, I know what I did was
wrong, but he offered me $500.

Two police officers were
killed for your little $500.

Gordon Samuels?

I'm his partner, James Wilson.
Can I help you, gentlemen?

Would you mind asking your
esteemed colleague to join us, please?

Gordon! The police.

What's going on here?

Gordon Samuels,
you are under arrest

for the murders of Detectives
Calvin May and Dexter Richmond.

May I see a warrant?
Show him the warrant.

You got it?

You're making a mistake.

Actually, we're doing
this exactly right.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can be used
against you in a court of law.

You have the
right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
one will be provided for you.

Do you understand these
rights as I have read them to you?

All my client did was
post photos to a website.

Which resulted in the murder
of two undercover officers.

Not his fault, or intent.

The website and its
contents are free speech.

The website was camouflage
for his criminal intent.

No, free speech,

as my motion to dismiss explains
to the constitutionally impaired.

Your motion is absurd.

Your client knew
or should've known

the consequences of his action.

Well, you have a constitutionally
protected right to your opinion,

however ill-conceived.

You want me to
dismiss a murder charge

because your client is somehow
protected by the First Amendment?

Not all speech is protected.

Not if it's a call to violence.

See the Supreme Court's
recent decision on cross-burning.

The website contains
no threats, your Honor.

It merely states the
indisputable facts.

The photographs are of a
number of undercover detectives.

To what end,
obstruction of justice,

interfering with police officers

in the execution
of their duties?

Informing the public.

Yelling "fire" in a
crowded theater.

More like showing
everyone where the exits are.

That's disingenuous. Posting
photos of undercover officers

is asking for harm
to befall them.

Which is in fact what happened.

Two of the officers
were murdered.

Eight of them weren't.

Not yet.

I suggest you allow counsel
to earn his salary, Mr. Samuels.

There's no criminal
liability here.

All my client meant was,
"Stay away from these guys."

Like a "beware of dog" sign.

They're the threat
to the community.

They protect the community,

and Mr. Samuels shared
the same criminal intent

as the actual
perpetrators, your Honor.

The website posting itself is
evidence of the defendant's intention.

I'm sorry, Mr. McCoy.

You haven't satisfied me that you
have sufficient evidence to proceed.

Your Honor... This
case is dismissed,

with leave to re-open if
you obtain new evidence.

The People object, your Honor.

And as a condition
of the dismissal,

we request that you order the
defendant to dismantle his website,

and enjoin him from
any future postings.

I'll give you that
much, Mr. McCoy.

But I've done nothing wrong.

Do "nothing" again, Mr. Samuels,

and you'll be
doing it from jail.

At least you shut
down the website, Jack.

I don't believe
Samuels wanted to hurt

all the undercovers
on his site, anyway.

What would he have
against Richmond and May?

We still haven't found a connection
between Samuels and the detectives.

Then we should look for a connection
between Samuels and the killers.

A defense attorney and
a couple of criminals?

Maybe the firm of Samuels and
Wilson represented these guys?

One way to engage the
services of a couple of hired killers.

Check the firm's cases on
Westlaw, especially the gun cases.

Samuels and Wilson never
represented Hubbard or Ellis.

Well, the ATF never
dealt with them, either.

But there was one ATF
case Wilson defended,

U.S. v. North.

Yeah, that was one of
the iron pipeline cases.

"Iron pipeline?"

Interstate 95. It's one of the oldest
gun-smuggling routes in the country.

Most of the illegal
firearms in New York

start off as legal gun
purchases in a southern state.

Where the gun laws
leave a lot to be desired.

In Georgia, you can buy as
many handguns as you want

in a single purchase.

All it takes is cash
and a driver's license.

And, guess who's doing
the buying these days?

You tell me.

College students.

They're buying guns, then selling
them in their old neighborhoods

when they come home for
Christmas vacation or spring break.

What about this particular case?

Well, it was a joint effort.

ATF, NYPD, Firearms
Investigation Unit.

Who were the undercovers?

Mmm. Security concerns,
all I have are shield numbers.

4678 and 1294?

Those are the ones.

That's Calvin May
and Dexter Richmond.

So, what about this
defendant, Mr. North?

Is he some college student?

19-year-old sophomore at
Trask University in Atlanta.

Dumb kid.

By the time he gets out of
Allenwood, he could have been a PhD.

I had a scholarship
and a job in the library.

That wasn't enough?

I was always strapped for cash.

My roommate was another guy
from New York named Brian Brown.

Brian said that we could
buy .380 semi-automatics

for 100 each and then sell them
back home for like, $600 or $700.

I know it was stupid.

But we didn't think
of what could happen.

So you and Brian Brown rented a car
and drove the guns back to New York?

To sell. Then these two guys turn
out to be cops, you know, undercover.

Soon as we sold them
our guns, they pulled theirs.

I froze, but Brian...

Brian freaked 'cause he
had another gun in his pocket.

And when the cop said, "Don't
move," it was like, I don't know,

Brian was scared or didn't
hear him or something,

because he went to pull the
gun out of his pocket anyway.

And the officer shot him.

Killed him, right next to me.

I got his blood all over me.

Mr. Wilson said I was in shock.

Mr. Wilson, how did he happen
to represent you, anyway?

Well, his partner asked him
to take my case, pro bono.

Gordon Samuels? Why would he
do that? Did you know Mr. Samuels?

Not really. Because
of Brian, I guess.

Mr. Samuels was
Brian's stepfather.

Jack, this is Detective
Stephen Walker.

He was ghosting for Richmond and
May when Brian Brown was killed.

Detective.

It's been two years. IAB
did a full investigation.

It was a good shooting.

Have a seat.

I'm not sure what
you're looking for.

Neither are we. Why don't
you tell us how it went down?

Kid pulled a gun,
Calvin shot him.

That's all there was to it?

Yeah.

Can you be more
specific, Detective?

I saw the whole thing
on a surveillance tape.

One kid got his
hands up quick fast.

That would be Jeffrey North?

Yeah.

But the other one, Brown,
sticks his hand in his pocket.

Man, you just don't do that.

May saw the barrel coming
up and double tapped him.

Shot him twice in the chest.

Maybe the kid was just
going to hand the gun over?

Like I said. It was
a good shooting.

You're absolutely sure?

That kid was only 19.

Calvin was beside himself.

I mean, he was
shattered. Cried like a baby.

Another black kid
with a lot of promise.

Gone.

It hurt all of us.

You know, that's
why we do this work.

Try to take these
guns off the street.

And Brian Brown
was the cause of it.

He wanted to make a buck, and he didn't
think or care about the consequences.

He thought plenty about
how to get away with it.

Etched out the serial
numbers with acid.

But we traced them back to
a licensed dealer in Macon.

And?

Brown bought 20 semi-
automatics from that shop.

He sold two to Richmond and
May, died with a third in his hand.

So what happened
to the other 17?

We never found them.

They haven't shown
up in any other cases?

Maybe six of them did.

How many times do you
intend to arrest my client?

I assure you, this is the last.

When they arrested the men who
killed Detectives Richmond and May,

the police recovered
six handguns.

I'm not surprised,
they're gun dealers.

Those guns were originally
purchased in Georgia,

by your stepson, Brian.

If you say so.

Ballistics says so. They
restored the serial numbers.

The only possible connection
between those guns, your stepson,

and the two killers,
is you, Mr. Samuels.

And so now one
plus one equals three?

Brian came back for the
holidays, hid the guns in your home.

But you didn't find them
until after Brian died.

No. You can't prove that.

We couldn't, until
this afternoon.

While you were in court,
Mr. Samuels, the police got a warrant.

And they found the remaining
11 guns in your office safe.

The serial numbers match the
guns Brian bought down south.

What do you want, McCoy?

Spare the taxpayers
the expense of a trial.

And we get?

Consideration at sentencing

regarding correctional facility.

Well, that's not much.

Your client is guilty of
two counts of murder two.

He'll have to allocute
that he gave guns

to Hubbard and Ellis
as payment for killing

the two undercover
detectives who shot his stepson.

Who was trying to surrender.

Those detectives didn't
just kill my son, Mr. McCoy,

they set a trap and
they lured him into it.

What those officers
did was murder.

And for what?

Four more years, Brian would
have graduated from law school.

He was foolish, yes, I know.

But he paid a heavy
price for his bad judgment.

The good he would have done
in this world, in his neighborhood,

far outweighs the damage of putting a
few more guns on the streets of New York.

That's like throwing a
handful of sand on the beach.

Guard, take me back.

We are not done here yet.

You can't rescind
our plea agreement.

We can, when
your client lies to us.

He neglected to reveal his
full part in a murder conspiracy.

And if Mr. Hubbard doesn't
want to tell us the truth,

I bet his buddy,
Quincy Ellis, will.

Man, I never even met
nobody named Samuels.

That's the truth, straight up.

Then who gave you the guns?

Dude named Ramsey.

He the one that told us
about the website, too.

How convenient
Mr. Ramsey's dead.

I don't suppose there's
anything you'd like to tell us

about how that happened?

Or why Ramsey gave you
the guns in the first place?

Man, it was... ARDALL: Wait.

Same deal as before, to cover
everything, including Ramsey.

I might give your client
something for cooperating.

Ramsey give us the guns.

Said there'd be plenty
more where they came from.

He told us about the
website, blah, blah, blah.

Did he also tell you which
of the 10 undercovers to kill?

No, but on the website, right,

it tell you what
unit they're from.

Richmond and May were Firearms.

Right, right.

How did Mr. Ramsey die?

Man, we just thought,
after we did these cops,

nobody's gonna come looking
for us if they think Ramsey done it.

So you killed him?

No. Q did.

It seemed like a good idea.

You can't tie Mr. Samuels
to this man, Hubbard.

We can tie him to Ramsey,
and Ramsey to Hubbard.

We went through your firm's files,
Mr. Samuels. Mr. Ramsey was your client.

So what? I have
hundreds of clients.

I represented him on some small
civil matter, a dispute with his landlord.

And now he's dead.

That has nothing to do with
me. I won't accept the plea.

Hold on, Gordon.

The People will
have to do better.

If he allocates, I'll give him the
same deal I gave Preston Hubbard.

Forty-to-life.

It's something. It's nothing.

I'm not interested in a
deal. Give us a minute.

That won't be necessary, Roger.

I'm gonna represent myself.

Ramsey said he'd give
us half a dozen .380s,

if we take care of these
two undercover cops.

What did you understand
him to mean by "take care of?"

Get rid of.

You know, kill.

You and Quincy
Ellis agreed to murder

two undercover police
officers you'd never met?

Yeah.

How did you find out who
these undercover officers were?

Ramsey told us to
check out this website.

They had their pictures on it.

Covertcops.com?

Yeah.

Mr. Samuels' website.

Nothing further.

You don't know me from
Adam, do you, Mr. Hubbard?

No.

Never saw me before today?

No.

I ever ask you to kill anyone?

Not that I could say.

Have I ever given you any guns?

Man, you gave the
guns to Ramsey.

Police tell you to say that?

Objection! JUDGE: Sustained.

Did you see me give
guns to Mr. Ramsey?

No.

I'll ask you again.

Did I ever give you any weapons?

No.

The People rest, your Honor.

Mr. Samuels.

I'd like to add a witness
to my list, your Honor,

an undercover officer identified in
the People's VDF only as "Officer Y".

Anything that
officer could testify to

has already been elicited from
Detectives Green and Fontana.

I'd like to make sure
"Officer Y" tells the same lies

Detectives Fontana
and Green have.

Your Honor. JUDGE:
That's enough, Mr. Samuels.

Your Honor, what he means is,

there might be discrepancies
in the officers' testimonies.

He'd like the chance
to examine them.

All right, I'll allow it.

Approach, your Honor.

Step up.

The People request that
we clear the courtroom

and use a screen to shield the
identity of the undercover officer.

Judge, the Sixth Amendment
secures my right to confront my accuser.

The witness will be here,
just unseen by prying eyes.

Mr. Samuels is
fighting for his liberty.

He should be afforded every
opportunity to make his case.

Judge, we've just lost
two undercover officers.

I'm well aware of
that, Mr. McCoy.

Clearing the courtroom should
suffice to protect everyone's rights.

Preston Hubbard and Quincy
Ellis were arrested at the scene,

and six .380 semi-automatic
pistols were collected

from the rear of their vehicle.

Oh, come on, officer. The
only reason they were gonna

sell you the guns
in the first place

was because you
solicited them, right?

They were more than willing.

Sounds like entrapment to me.

Objection.

Isn't that entrapment, officer?

No. We follow strict
guidelines to avoid entrapment.

I gave them an opportunity
to break the law and they did.

All the crime in this city,

and the police are going
around trying to create criminals.

Why would you do
something like that?

I'm sorry, I don't
understand the question.

The police come
into our communities

to get people to
say and do things

they wouldn't
normally say or do.

Objection, your Honor,
defense is testifying.

They get people
to commit crimes.

Sustained.

Try to stay on
point, Mr. Samuels.

In your capacity
as an undercover,

are you ever called upon to lie?

I wouldn't
characterize it like that.

Posing as a drug dealer or
a gunrunner is part of the job.

Is that right? Posing
as someone else,

misrepresenting oneself...

Your Honor... Move
on, Mr. Samuels.

Detective Green, who
went undercover with you

to apprehend Preston
Hubbard and Quincy Ellis,

he was a friend
of Detective May?

Yes.

As are you?

Yes. And I was a friend
to Dexter Richmond, too.

And you and Detective Green would
do anything to avenge their deaths?

Objection.

Sustained.

You and Detective Green are
both good at making people believe

what you want them to believe?

We're good at our jobs.

Does your job include
breaking the law?

Technically.

I've bought drugs from drug
dealers, and guns from gunrunners.

Guns and drugs?

Sometimes I even break the
speed limit in the pursuit of a criminal.

Find this amusing,
do you, officer?

This is all just a
big joke to you?

Objection.

Sustained.

Is it fair to say, as an undercover,
you'd do whatever it takes

to catch the so-called bad guys,
even if it means breaking the law?

We don't break the law. The
law allows us to pose as bad guys,

and lie to bad guys, in
order to catch the bad guys.

And if you can't catch
them, you just kill them?

Take the law into your own
hands and gun them down

to die like dogs in the street?

How many people have you
killed doing your job, Detective?

How many? Your Honor!

You are the bad
guys, officer. You!

That's enough,
Mr. Samuels, now sit down!

Come on. Gordon.

No further questions,
your Honor.

Officer,

have you ever lied under oath?

No, sir, I have not.

No further questions.

Heard the verdict on Samuels
came back in under three hours.

He was desperate. All he could
do was try and discredit the police.

Fat chance. Crime's down.

City's safer than
it's been in decades.

Jurors know they have
the police to thank for that.

There was a shoot-out in Brooklyn about
an hour ago, during a gun buy and bust.

Detective Valenzuela.

Is she all right?

She's fine.

How about the suspects?

They're in the morgue.

Good. It saves us the trouble.