Can you tell me about the day that Mo Williams was murdered?
Well, first, I heard the gunshot.
And what did you do?
I looked out my peephole
and I saw Hiram Diaz standing in front of Mo.
And there was another dude out there, too,
but I couldn't see his face.
What was Mr. Diaz doing?
You want me to say he was holding a gun, right?
Miranda, I told you, I just want you to tell the truth.
He shot Mo in the chest with a .38.
How did you know the gun was a .38?
'Cause I got the same gun.
Do you have a permit for that?
Come 8:00 at night, Hiram and the rest of the Double Treys
shut the elevators down.
They deal crack right out in the open like they delivering pizza.
You gonna stand there and tell me you wouldn't carry a gun too,
Miss It Ain't Like That On Park Avenue?
One, I don't live on Park Avenue.
Two, you announce that in open court,
you will be arrested for criminal possession of a weapon.
Okay, I'm gonna shut up now.
Why don't we take a break
and finish this when we all come back.
Good, I'm starving.
Will you go back to the scene and find me something--
and I mean anything-- because her testimony
is not gonna be enough to convict Diaz.
You think?
Sir.
How you feeling, Baker?
I'm fine, sir.
Why are you lurking by the elevator?
I'm not lurking. You lurking
always means bad news or a plea to keep my mouth shut.
Mr. Lewis from the attorney general's office is here, sir.
He's already here?
Where?
Waiting in your office.
He needed to speak to the governor and wanted a hard line.
From my office?
Since when do we do that?
We extended the courtesy.
We?
No problem. I'll make sure
he's aware that's on the table as well.
I'm gonna get into it with him now.
If that's the governor, say hey for me.
He just stepped in; he sends his best.
Okay, I'll call you after.
Commissioner.
If you need to make another phone call, I can wait outside.
No. No, no, no, no. But, um...
just us, please.
He stays.
So? Thank you for seeing me.
You're welcome. I'm here as a courtesy.
Holding the door is a courtesy; letting you in here
to use my phone, that's a courtesy;
but launching another investigation
into my department-- not so much.
What he means is...
What I mean is let's show each other
the genuine courtesy of full transparency.
We are opening an investigation into the NYPD's use of force,
particularly as it pertains to police actions
in minority neighborhoods.
Well, there you go. That wasn't so hard, was it?
I'd appreciate it, as a courtesy,
if you'd dial down the attitude.
I am here with the full confidence of the governor.
Duly noted.
This is a copy of our annual firearms discharge report.
It is a deep dive into the use of firearms
by every member of this department
and all accompanying statistics.
Thank you for this.
You're welcome. But I didn't come down here
to pick up papers.
We'd also like your personal cooperation on this.
Why?
Well, the relationship between the police and the public
is a matter of discord across the country.
Now, the governor would like to allay any fears
or misconceptions that police shootings in New York City
may have bias elements.
You don't need me. It's all in there.
Go crunch the numbers. Being part of
a public investigation into NYPD shootings
and their impact on minority communities
is a win for everyone involved.
How's that?
We complete our investigation,
we make our recommendations to the mayor's office,
to your office, to the city council,
and we all move on.
No. You move on,
pleased as punch with your thousand-page report.
I, on the other hand, am left to deal with the fallout.
If it's as you say, why would there be fallout?
Because that's the way it works, and you know it.
There has to be fault found, Robert.
And fallout, for your investigation to earn its keep.
Please tell me you have something.
I got a lot of charm, Erin, but it ain't working today.
Everyone's just too scared to testify against Diaz?
I wish. More like they're too scared to talk to cops.
But I got this. What's that?
The deli across from the building has security cameras.
I got what looks like Diaz and an unidentified male
leaving the premises right after the murder.
Before you get excited,
it's as clear as mud, but maybe...
What the hell's going on here?
Excuse me?
What are you talking about, Danny?
Why the hell's he poking around my case?
It's a D.A.'s
office case now. Hey, I'm not
talking to you, I'm talking to her.
You poach my case and you don't even give me a heads up?
I don't work for you!
I don't give a damn who you work for!
You don't cherry-pick my cases!
Okay, guys, both of you, stop it.
I handed you an eyewitness.
Do you know how difficult that is in that neighborhood?
And if I was trying this case in Staten Island,
I might get a conviction.
But there is no way that witness
is going to sway 12 Manhattan jurors.
Well, maybe you should've asked me.
Well, she asked me. Same credentials as you.
Good, then go find your own case.
I've got a guy
who's gotten away with a half dozen murders
finally on trial.
I'm not gonna lose it because of your two egos.
Now, my witness hasn't answered a cell, a text
or a e-mail-- nothing since she left here.
Go find her and bring her back.
Eddie. Hey.
Hey.
I'm sorry I missed you this morning.
Uh, bacon, egg and cheese, and a coffee, regular.
That's what you like, right?
Yes. Thank you.
Oh, sorry.
Uh, Josh, this is my partner, Jamie.
Jamie, this is, uh, Josh.
Nice to meet you.
You're Jamie? Cool.
It's good to finally meet you, too.
10-10, possible jumper on the Queens-bound side
of the Roosevelt Bridge. Center span.
Uh, 12 David responding.
We got, we got to go. Sorry.
Thank you.
Don't forget Monday-- Bruce Springsteen.
He's glad to finally meet me?
I hate jumpers.
Yeah, at least if he jumps,
it's in the East River.
No splat.
Exactly.
I'm Jamie Reagan. This is Eddie Janko.
What's your name?
Mike.
Mike, what's going on, Mike?
Don't come any closer.
Okay, hey... Whoa, whoa, Mike. Hey, Mike, don't do that.
Hey, I said don't come closer! I'm not!
Mike, don't do that. I said don't come near me.
Okay, I'm not. We just want to be
close enough to hear each other.
Anything?
She still ain't answering the phone.
Her apartment's around the corner.
Maybe we'll get her there.
Come on, move it! Get out of the way, idiot!
What's going on over here?
I don't know. Hey. Hey!
Quiet down. Come on, I got to go.
Son of a bitch.
Tell me you have her.
Erin,
good news and bad news.
Good news is we found the witness.
Bad news is... she's dead.
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Don't come closer!
Okay, I'm not. I just want to be close enough to hear each other, that's it.
Mike, you want to tell us why you're over there?
Jennifer.
Jennifer? Is, uh, she your girlfriend?
She was my girlfriend.
She... was gonna be my wife.
And this bitch cheated on me.
I mean,
can you believe that?
I'm sorry, Mike.
Maybe she made a mistake.
No. It wasn't a one-time thing.
It was going on for months.
Mike, hey,
that's a permanent solution
to a temporary problem. Yeah, I know
this is a permanent solution!
I wouldn't be here if it wasn't.
My point is things change all the time, on a dime.
Like she changes her mind?
Or you meet someone even better.
No, there is no one better.
You don't know that.
Neither do you.
Mike, hey...
Couple years back, I was in your same position.
I was engaged and she broke it off.
What, she dumped you?
Yeah, she dumped me.
Well, maybe your D.A. investigator
was shaking the wrong trees while he was
poking his nose around my case.
You're so full of crap, Danny.
Hey, speak of the devil.
My ballistics guy said they won't know
until they get it under the microscope,
but the bullets look consistent with the Williams murder.
Well, we know Diaz didn't murder Miranda,
because he couldn't unless he's Harry Houdini.
He's been in Rikers for months.
He could've ordered a hit.
Which is consistent with his M.O.
Good to see you're finally getting up to speed on the case.
I start a trial tomorrow
and I just lost my only witness.
Can you two please find a way to work together on this?
Hey, fine by me.
Whatever.
You do realize I already have a partner,
and I don't need this bozo slowing me down?
I heard that, too.
No one wants to see you get hurt.
Everyone wants to make sure you're safe.
I-I want to talk to Jennifer first.
We can try to arrange for you to talk to her,
but you got to come back on this side, okay?
No, no. I want to talk to her first.
We can't make that happen until you come back
on this side and you're safe, okay?
You never told me why your, uh, fiancée broke it off with you.
Because she hated my job, and didn't much like
who I was becoming as a result of that.
What'd you do?
I listened to her.
Made me realize that we just weren't right
for each other anymore; that's why you should talk to her.
You really think that'll make a difference?
I think it's worth a shot, Mike.
Excuse me.
Hi. I'm Officer Janko. Are you Mike's girlfriend?
Was his girlfriend.
Okay. Can you come with me, please?
What are you doing here?
He left me a voice mail about what he was planning on doing.
Is he really saying he's gonna jump?
He's in pretty rough shape, yeah.
Oh, my God. This is all my fault.
It's not your fault.
I shouldn't have told him I'm in love with Derek.
Derek? We work together.
We have for years, actually,
but it was like suddenly
we both realized what was right in front of us this whole time.
I know you probably don't understand.
No, I-I do understand, actually.
You feel like you have a soul mate?
Yeah, I do.
Jennifer was mine.
Maybe you were mistaken.
Maybe she's just the warm-up to the real thing.
You think it's easy to meet someone like that?
Nah, I didn't say it's easy, Mike, but it's possible.
I wish I could believe you, man.
Why don't you come back over to this side
and we can talk about it more, huh?
I didn't mean to hurt him.
You're not responsible for any of this.
Mike's a nice guy, but he's got some issues.
Maybe I could talk to him?
Maybe I should tell him I'm sorry?
I think it's better if you don't talk to him right now.
I'm so sick of talking.
Listen to me, Mike, there are people
who have survived jumping from a bridge like this.
They all have one thing in common, though.
They're all losers like me?
They all said that as soon as they let go,
they immediately regretted it.
You always have the power to end things, Mike.
But you don't have to do that right now.
Right now, you can let me help you.
What happens to me if I come down?
You'll be taken to the hospital,
where there are people who can help you through this.
You'll be treated with dignity and respect.
Will you stay with me?
I can come with you to the hospital, if you want.
I'll make sure you're okay.
Trust me?
All right.
Your own report says it.
The use of firearms by your officers
is highest in incidents with minorities.
If you'd look closer,
you'd see that criminal suspects are highest
among minorities as well... unfortunately.
What are you saying here?
Just what the facts say.
Most crimes occur in minority neighborhoods,
so it follows that the highest use of firearms
also occurs in minority neighborhoods.
Well, maybe most use of firearms occur in minority neighborhoods
because most cops are concentrated there.
That's as it should be; we try to go where the crime is.
People of color are three times more likely
to have the police use force against them.
Yes, and cops across this country
are "I don't know how many" times more likely to be targets.
That's apples and oranges.
Not to me, not to us.
I'm saying it's not a logical comparison.
Nothing about this is logical
or born of an unbiased reading of the facts.
And this is not the first time you've investigated my officers
from behind an armored agenda.
You're talking about your son.
I'm talking about one of my officers.
Have it your way.
Well, we're really not in any danger of that, are we?
What are you so afraid of?
I'm not afraid of any investigation
into my department, Robert, or I wouldn't be here.
But a dog and pony show needs a dog and a pony,
and I'm not gonna be either one.
Okay, so help me understand why the small percentage
of your cops that make up the plainclothes units
are responsible for more than a quarter
of all shooting incidents,
all of them in minority neighborhoods.
All in high-crime neighborhoods.
Again with that?
All in neighborhoods where law-abiding citizens
are a dwindling majority.
You've got a lot of spin
for a guy who prides himself on being a straight shooter.
Fact: 99% of my cops do a good job patrolling this city.
But your department is not perfect.
No, we're not perfect.
But in police work,
perfect is the enemy of good.
It's the imperfect ones we need to focus on.
It's exactly the opposite.
First and foremost, we need to support and commend the cops
who are out there on the street putting their own lives
on the line to keep this city safe.
Thank you.
Thanks, Sam.
Hey, Anthony, how are you?
Deliriously happy to be working with your partner here.
Funny.
Ballistics called.
They say Gibbs was killed with the same weapon
used to kill Williams. Yeah, problem is
we don't have the gun. We can't get a warrant?
D.A.'s office said we don't have enough for a warrant.
We got those prints from the scene.
We already ran the prints, okay?
We didn't get a hit.
Gibbs said on the night of the Williams murder,
Diaz had another guy with him, an unidentified male.
So? So let's find him.
Don't you think
we already tried to find him when we first caught the case?
All of the cameras in the building were inoperable.
The deli across the street
has a security camera.
I've got footage of two guys running out of the building
right after the Williams homicide.
Not bad for a dumb-ass D.A. investigator, huh?
That could be Diaz.
So this knucklehead on the left
is our unidentified male, right?
Yeah, I can't see his face.
Well, zoom in.
There you go.
"Flatbush Leopards."
What the hell is that?
It's a baseball team. Great.
I guess it's time for some peanuts and Cracker Jacks.
I don't know the dude. I never heard of him.
You don't know the dude? Well, that's funny
'cause you were photographed walking out
of the Hoover projects with that dude
right after Mo Williams was killed.
I didn't kill anyone.
And now the only witness to that murder's dead, too.
What a coincidence.
I don't know what you want me to say about that.
Where were you yesterday
between 11:00 a.m. and 2:00 p.m.?
Home.
You got someone who can verify that?
Am I being charged? You'll be charged soon enough.
You willing to take a lie detector test?
I don't got to take a lie detector test.
Course not, 'cause you know it's gonna tell us you're lying.
Did Diaz tell you
to kill Miranda Gibbs?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Sure you do.
There's you and Diaz right there
walking away from the scene of the crime.
That's all you got? That's all we need.
Look, I don't know the dude, and unless I'm being charged
with wearing a baseball cap, I'm out of here.
You're out of here when I say you're out of here.
Sit your ass down.
Get him out of here.
Now get the hell out of here.
We got to connect him to Diaz.
We don't have enough to subpoena the phone records.
I know that.
You know what? Diaz is in Rikers.
I got a friend at Rikers; let me do some sniffing around.
Good luck.
Your Honor, my witness, Miranda Gibbs, was murdered yesterday.
We believe her murder is tied to the defendant, Hiram Diaz.
Objection, Your Honor. Is that a magic bullet theory?
The bullet traveled from Rikers Island Prison,
where my client is incarcerated,
all the way to Washington Heights?
I ask the court
to give my office time
to investigate to prove that Miranda was murdered
to ensure that she would not testify in this case.
I am loathe to inconvenience the jury, Ms. Reagan.
Perhaps, Your Honor, the People should look
into a career in fiction.
There are no facts to substantiate this.
She's right. Please, Your Honor.
I'll give you until Monday morning to come up
with evidence linking the defendant to this crime.
If you are unable to do so, the case will be dismissed.
Thank you, Your Honor.
Want to sit?
Where? These are all your open cases?
Some of them. Hmm.
You know, despite what you might think,
we don't just sit around with our thumbs
up our ass around here.
Right. You also reinvestigate other people's cases.
That's right. Because a lot of times, the PD detectives
don't look at the bigger picture.
Oh. It's a lot harder to win
at trial than it is to just make an arrest.
Okay, genius.
You know what? I don't need this.
Look, take it easy, all right?
Unlike you, I'm not here to bust balls.
I actually have some good news.
You're stepping down?
Not that good.
I took a ride out to Rikers with my partner,
spoke to a C.O. I know, who said that Mendez
visited Diaz in Rikers two days ago.
That corroborates they know each other.
And the timeline means that
Diaz could have ordered the hit from the joint.
That's great!
Hey, not bad for a detective
who doesn't know how to see the big picture, huh?
Hey. Hey.
They admitted Mike for psychiatric evaluation.
Turns out he might have more going on
than just a bad breakup.
I really thought he was gonna take a swan dive.
Nice to feel like we accomplished something, right?
Accomplished something? You saved a life.
Yeah, we.
No, he really responded to you.
And that story you told him about being engaged...
That wasn't a story.
I was engaged
back in law school and then we broke up
right after I graduated from academy.
Why?
Uh, low pay, lack of upward mobility,
the fact that she preferred saying "my fiancé the lawyer,"
over "my fiancé the beat cop."
I don't know, take your pick.
Any regrets?
It didn't make me want to jump off a bridge.
But, I mean, you haven't had anything serious since.
I've dated.
Right, dated, but no girlfriends.
Uh... so?
So, you broke up, like, six years ago.
Are you still hung up on her?
No. Well, then why
haven't you had a girlfriend?
What's with all the questions?
I just think it's weird that you never mentioned her.
Okay, what about Mr. Breakfast Sandwich, all right?
You never mentioned him before.
That's not the same.
We just started dating. It's not serious.
You spend the night with him, but it's not serious?
Oh, you're judging me.
No, I'm just saying... Now I see
why you don't have a girlfriend. Why?
Because I think maybe you're hung up on her.
Maybe I just haven't found the right person yet.
Yeah, you just waiting for your soul mate?
What's wrong with that?
Look how well that turned out for Mike.
Oh.
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
We got played, all right.
I never should've suggested lunch.
Everybody's got to eat.
Well, then alone. I should've been there.
Well, that would've defeated the purpose of me and him
having an open conversation.
Purpose got defeated anyway.
What I said was we're not perfect,
but in police work, perfect is the enemy of good.
Once in a while, I should just let you be you.
I was being me.
I thought it was a good idea-- you guys being seen together,
working lunch, transparent.
Not that you. The other you.
The down-in-the-gutter, any-weapon-handy you.
Really?
Yeah, really. From where I sit,
we got invited to a block party but showed up to a street fight.
What do you want to do?
Whatever it takes.
Really?
Yeah, really.
You paint me as apologizing for my cops,
you better get ready for some pushback.
Okay, it's still gonna have to have a veneer of cooperation,
even some degree of capitulation.
Okay.
Kind of like the Trojan horse.
There you go.
All right.
You're not gonna believe this. They released him.
You serious?
Yeah, said he wasn't a danger to himself or others.
It's not our call.
You feel like that guy was stable?
No, but what are we gonna do about it?
12 David, you're on the air.
12 David, go.
You have a 10-34 at 2-5 East 2-3 Street.
Perp is a male, white, 30 years,
six-foot-two, wearing jeans and a Grey T-shirt.
It's Mike's girlfriend's address.
12 David responding.
Let's go.
Hey, Mike! Police!
I'll do it, you stupid bitch!
I loved you! You stupid bitch!
Why?!
I'll kill you! I'll kill you!
Drop the bat, Mike! Drop the bat!
No, I just... I... I wanted to talk to her, like you said!
And she...
she wouldn't listen to me.
Put it on the ground now, Mike!
Drop the bat, Mike! Oh, my God.
Drop it!
Hands against the wall! Put your hands against the wall!
No, no, no, no! I just did what you told me to.
I just did what you said. I did what you said.
Shut up, Mike.
I did what you said. I did what you said.
Hey, shut up!
I did... Shut up.
Got him? Yeah.
Central, we need a bus at this location.
Put a rush.
I just tried to talk to her, like you said, man.
Just like you said.
They met for 25 minutes.
And they met once before that,
on October 16.
Well, it establishes that they knew each other,
but it doesn't make either of them culpable for either murder.
Okay, so we get a warrant for Mendez's place,
we go and see if we can find the gun
or some other evidence. Based on what,
that they met with each other?
Doesn't prove anything.
Come on. No, Danny,
it won't fly.
There's no confession,
no gun, no corroboration.
The meeting itself is corroboration.
What about the fingerprint
at the scene?
Maybe it'll match Mendez.
Mendez doesn't have a criminal record.
We have no fingerprints for him on file.
You got gloves?
Who needs a warrant when we got trash?
But trash is public domain as soon as it hits the street.
Yeah, glad you thought of that.
Yeah.
Got an envelope here with his name and address on it.
This is the right spot.
You know you can tell a lot about people from their garbage?
Yeah.
Like me, I-I like Froot Loops.
I loved Froot Loops when I was a kid, too.
My mother used to let me eat out on the fire escape.
There used to be prizes in the box.
Yeah, like the, uh... the Batman periscope thing.
Remember that? How cool was that?
Yeah. I had to fight my brother for it, but I got it.
See, that's how we have to think of this trash, you know?
It's like looking for the prize inside.
We just got to find the fingerprint.
Hey, give me one of those bags.
You know, you have a habit of talking like
everybody works for you, you know that?
No, I don't know that.
You know, what I want to know is how you have the nerve to act
like this is actually your case.
I mean, I'm the one who caught this case
right from the 911 call.
I was the one
who had to notify his family that this guy was murdered.
Where were you? I know where you were.
You were sitting in your cushy office
while I was gift-wrapping this entire case
and placing it neatly on Erin's desk with a bow on it,
just so you guys could screw it up.
Yeah, and you did such a good job that the guy responsible
for the murder is gonna walk.
That's 'cause you guys didn't protect her.
Danny, you must be a real son of a bitch to be partners with.
You don't have to worry about it,
'cause you'll never be my partner.
Yeah, thankfully.
Think we just struck pay dirt.
So you're actually cooperating
with the attorney general?
If by "cooperating," you mean
did I give them the facts and figures,
I'm required by law to do that.
That's not all.
How's that? Well, supplying them
with data is one thing, but discussing it over a cozy lunch
at 21's kind of something else, right?
The paper didn't say where I was.
Come on, Dad. Cops got a grapevine. You know this.
Who said "cozy"? It was anything but that.
Radio car saw the two of you going in,
put the word out.
And they said "cozy"?
No, that's on me. I always heard 21 was cozy.
The article in the newspaper said
that you think that cops could be doing a better job.
That's why you don't believe everything you read.
So you were misquoted, then.
I was partially quoted.
They got the part that implied cops were racist
and that they use too much force
and they should be made an example of?
No. What'd they leave out,
that you were talking about Alabama in the '60s?
Come on, guys. He's just doing his job.
By throwing shade on cops for doing their jobs?
You know I'd never do that.
I know you wouldn't, Dad, but perception.
It's perception.
So are you saying that there should be no oversight?
Oversight by politicians in Albany? No.
Their idea of oversight
is unleash the hounds.
Imagine how that makes Danny feel,
after what they put him through.
I've got to agree. That guy grilled me, too.
"Oversight" is way too nice a word for that.
You can set your watch by it.
Every election cycle, they start up investigations like this one
to rile up the base.
If you have nothing to hide,
there's no reason to shy away from the investigation.
Except for the way it looks to the public
and especially to the rank and file.
That's right.
So what does everyone suggest I do?
What do they think you should do?
A joint press conference to make it look
like we're all working together.
Why not just tell them that they're wrong about cops?
Just don't cooperate.
Then it'd look like he was hiding something.
I'm not hiding anything.
I'm not saying we don't have bull-moose cops.
Of course, those are the ones that make
the front page.
Exactly, Jack.
I really hope you can find your way through this, Dad.
Morale is bad enough as it is without feeling
like the PC's looking at you sideways, too.
I'll second that.
The fact is,
doing your best doesn't guarantee
a good result, not out there.
When one of them goes off, it's the cop's fault.
"Why'd you use your weapon?"
"Why didn't you use your weapon?"
"Why didn't you prevent him from harming someone else?"
I hear you.
I hear all of you.
I ever tell you about the first time I had a jumper?
He jumped.
Almost seven years.
What's that?
That's how long I'm on the job.
I don't really need the "let me explain
how things work" speech anymore.
Oh, that's what you think this is?
'Cause this ain't that.
Well, then what is it?
I heard what happened, and...
And what, you think you would've done something different, Danny?
You think you would've done something better?
No, I think you did everything just right.
Yeah, I did it just right. I saved a guy's life
so he could come back and kill his girlfriend.
Well, you don't control that.
You did your job. You saved his life.
What he does with that second chance, that's not on you.
That's on him and his doctors.
What, you could just brush it off
and blame it on the hospital, move on, right?
Robert Wesley Dunnam.
That's his name.
My first jumper.
There isn't a day that goes by
that I don't remember his name or his face.
Or all the other losses I've had.
That's a lot of weight.
Yeah.
But with time, the wins offset the losses.
What do you do when the scale tips in favor of the losses?
The mistakes you make, ones you couldn't save.
Then what?
Then you reach out.
Still here?
We only got 12 hours left to nail Diaz.
Of course I'm here.
I just came from the lab.
The fingerprints
from the crime scene matches Mendez.
That's enough for an arrest.
And a warrant to search his place for the gun.
Let's go.
The Office of the Attorney General has received
comprehensive data from the NYPD
in regards to the percentage of arrests
where excessive use of force is involved.
Your study is focusing on whether the NYPD
is guilty of racial bias?
We are looking to examine the impact of force
on African-American, Latino and other minority communities
and whether that use of force is justified.
You think the NYPD targets minorities?
We are looking at ways to bring down
the use of excessive force
and the frequency of discharging weapons
in minority communities in an effort
to make that population feel safer.
How do you plan on accomplishing that?
I'd like to answer that, Grace.
Here we go.
But first, I'd like to, uh, clear up a quote
that was attributed to me in Friday's paper.
The NYPD has the lowest recorded level
of firearms discharge since 1971.
When I said, "We're not perfect," that is true.
We'd only be perfect if we never fired a gun,
in a perfect world where we could stop criminals
with the wag of a finger or a stern talking to.
As it is,
the most significant fact in the report
that Mr. Lewis was referring to is this:
that last year, with 35,000 cops
on a force patrolling 8.5 million people,
there were exactly 35 incidents
where an officer discharged his weapon.
Thirty-five.
Go crunch that number.
Well, you make it sound...
I'm not finished.
The only way to keep people safe
is to enforce laws.
And when we start allowing frivolous investigations
whose only purpose is political leverage,
that's when we sacrifice safety.
Look at the nice little gun
we found in your apartment.
- So? - So?
We also found your fingerprints in Mo Williams' apartment.
- So? - So, the fingerprints
put you there; and if this turns out to be the murder weapon,
guess where you're gonna be sitting?
In a nice courtroom right beside your buddy Diaz,
on trial for murder.
Diaz will get off.
He's right.
Diaz might get off.
What are you talking about? No way.
There's no witness anymore.
That's right. There's no way
Diaz is getting off. Forget about it!
He's beat every murder charge, every time.
Well, he's not gonna beat this one. Okay? In fact,
I got 50 bucks says Diaz won't beat the rap this time.
- Done. - Okay.
Want to double that?
A hundred says this guy won't get off.
Come on, I'm not a sucker.
Of course he's not gonna get off. He's toast.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you guys saying?
Your prints match the gun,
then the only thing getting off
is all those cons in Rikers
when your sweet ass comes walking through the door.
Oh, yeah, skinny dude like you--
easy prey.
Mm-hmm.
Well, it's true.
Unless of course, you want to cooperate.
Then we could probably protect you from Diaz
and we could talk to the D.A.
and see if she'll cut you a deal.
Offer expires when the results come back.
Ticktock,
ticktock,
ticktock.
Let me talk to her.
And who gave you that directive?
Hiram told me to kill Miranda Gibbs.
Why?
So she wouldn't be able to testify against him.
Objection. Calls for hearsay.
It's not hearsay, Your Honor. It's an admission.
As a high ranking member of the Double Treys,
the defendant ordered Mr. Mendez
to kill Miranda Gibbs.
I'll allow it.
Do you know who killed Mo Williams?
It was Hiram Diaz.
Objection! Overruled.
Do you know why the defendant killed Mo Williams?
Objection! Speculation.
Mr. Mendez, if you know why...
I know why.
How do you know?
'Cause I was there.
That's not speculation or hearsay.
He was an eyewitness.
Overruled.
Why did the defendant kill Mo Williams?
The old man was writing letters and petitions and stuff
trying to get the drug dealers out of the building.
Who controls the drug trade in that building?
Hiram Diaz.
Can you point him out?
That's him right there.
Let the record state
that the witness pointed to the defendant, Hiram Diaz.
You're a dead man! I'll kill you!
- I'll kill you! - Hey!
Remove the defendant from the courtroom!
And you, too, bitch!
Remove the defendant!
Did it ever occur to you that I might not
be the only one in here changing?
Well, I do a little recon before I just charge in here.
I know why you're checking up on me, and I'm fine.
It was circumstances outside my control.
I'm good.
Really?
Yeah, how was I supposed to know he was gonna...
kill his girlfriend?
Right.
Guess I could've gone to Bellevue,
maybe talked to the doctors, made sure they kept him in.
Yeah, I'm sure they would've listened
to a beat cop over their own diagnosis.
It's the system's fault?
They're the ones that released him.
We can take the blame
for a lot of things, Jamie.
God knows, cops are blamed
for all of society's ills these days.
But you're not responsible for someone with mental problems
becoming homicidal.
Well, he said he went to talk to her
because of what I said to him, but...
Well, he probably would've talked to her anyway.
Probably.
Maybe.
We'll never know for sure, you know?
You know what I know for sure?
You're a great cop.
Yeah, well, Dr. Phil,
I'm not on the verge or anything, I'm just bummed.
Nothing a...
friendly round of darts, couple cold ones can't cure?
Thought you had a concert with Mr. Breakfast Sandwich.
Yeah, he had a... you know, he had a work thing.
No Bruce Springsteen?
Not tonight.
But we could take a wrong turn and just keep going.
You're so corny.
Oh, you love it.
Your brother hates my guts.
No, he doesn't.
I don't care.
I don't like him either.
Time to bury the hatchet, okay?
Hey.
Hi. Sit.
I ordered a bottle of wine.
Sit.
Here's to a job well done by the both of you.
We closed two murder cases.
Come on, guys. Cheers.
Cheers.
You guys gonna be this much fun all night?
You know, I-I don't get it. Me neither.
What?
You got this tough-as-nails
A.D.A. here, and she's insisting that we break bread together.
As if that's gonna change anything.
What is it with you?
It's like some kind of middle child syndrome.
I mean, you've always been like this,
in the middle of everyone's business.
I just thought maybe we could get past
this whole rivalry thing you guys have going on.
Why?
Because it's juvenile and I don't get it.
Oh, so if another A.D.A. were to come and steal your case
right in the middle of a trial without consulting you, you'd be
okay with that, right? Or if another A.D.A.
who you were trying to help win her case accused you
of trying to upstage her, you'd be okay with that, too?
I just thought
we could get past this, enjoy the win and move on.
Okay. Fine.
But if he ever tries to steal another one
of my cases... You won't even
get a courtesy call to let you know.
Oh, you are a real prick.
You, too.
If we're done for the day,
I'm gonna pack it in.
We're not. Where are we going?
To my office. I've invited company.
Who? Lewis.
Why?
He's heading back to Albany. I wanted to say good-bye.
Seriously? And he agreed to come up?
Yes.
Here he is. We were just talking about you.
And I'm gonna be talking
to the governor about you.
Want to use my phone? No.
We have the friends and family plan.
It's peanuts to call Albany.
The governor has the power to fire you. You know that, right?
I read the fine print when I took the job.
You want to do your job?
I am doing my job.
How's that?
Letting him be him.
As if you had a choice.
He does. Believe me.
I'd love to know what you think
you accomplished here.
Some hurt feelings, apparently.
Your little stunt has earned your department an investigation
into chain of evidence inventories,
and that's just the beginning.
So that's how this works.
You know damn well how it works.
And you need to wake up to the reality
that the police department does not command
the same respect it once did.
Those days are long gone.
Maybe to you.
And your grandstanding has only made it worse.
The day that telling the truth makes it worse from up here,
I'll call the governor myself and ask him to fire me.
I don't know whether to admire you
for having the balls to fight a losing battle
or to pity you because you have no idea
what you're up against.
Either way,
I'm looking at a dinosaur.
Good night, gentlemen.
Dinosaur?
What the man said.
Probably right.
No.
Dinosaurs are extinct.
You still roam the Earth.
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