Previously on NYPD Blue.
This could go away. There's confusion as to where in the car the drugs were.
- Understood. - They may vow to the coke as found property and let you go.
I got a bad feeling on that place, and I don't think you should be involved.
My whole life, Bobby, I never turned a buck. I got a chance at that now.
You want to be a wiseguy, then be a wiseguy. Don't be half a wiseguy.
- I tried to help you before. - Nah, you didn't try.
- I warned you. - You didn't warn me, Bobby!
I did everything except give the exact time that bust was going down.
Opening.
- Thanks. - Bobby Simone.
How's it going, Ray?
How do you think? I'm in the system here, Bobby.
Yeah, they brought you down for your appeal hearing, huh?
My appeal.
- Hey, you never know, right? - That's right.
'Cause you heard about the trial, right?
That little genius from Legal Aid gets me three to five.
I'm just the lookout. Meanwhile, the principals...
they mention a few names, they're on the street already.
I'm just talking about justice here, Bobby.
And I asked you to help me out at the time. You turned your back.
Is this why you asked me to come down here, so that we can go over all of this again?
I'm sorry. L...
I just...
I don't think so good, you know?
I'm upset all the time, Bobby.
- I need your help, Bobby. - There's no way I can help you, Ray.
Don't worry.
I'm bringing something to the table- information.
This guy I've been hanging with in the yard...
he worked this job some three years ago- an armored car heist.
A couple ex-cops were driving. They both got killed.
- You talking about the Grandpa Car? - I heard him mention that.
That's what they called it. Now, according to him, they got away clean.
Him and three other guys. Is this ringing any bells?
The Grandpa Car's a real case, Ray. You got any names?
I got a first and last on one of the guys and a street name on one of the others.
Do you think that's worth something to the D. A?
I'll see what I can find out.
You know, I don't blame you for what's happened to me, Bobby...
but I got to get out of here.
I gotta go, Ray. That's from my job.
Now, you tell the D.A. I got those names.
- I will. On the gate. - Opening.
- I'll let you know. - Yeah, sure.
Go ahead. Walk out of here.
- Hey. - Hey, what's going on?
Yeah, two people shot. One D.O.A.
Perp fled on foot. Got a couple of witnesses over there.
- Yeah, what's their story? - Some guy showed up, started shooting.
Guy shot in the shoulder's just a flesh wound.
- Wanna talk to him before they take him? - Yeah, what's his name?
- Samuel Velasquez. - Samwell"?
Samuel? I'm Detective Sipowicz.
This is Detective Simone. What can you tell us about the guy that shot you?
Oh, it was crazy, man. Th-This black dude...
he comes into the store, right, and he starts screaming all this racial trash.
- Then all of a sudden, I'm shot. - You were the first one shot?
No. He shot Luis first, and then he started...
waving the gun around, shooting everybody.
- He shot you first, man. - Man, it was crazy.
- It was all happening at the same time. - All you guys were in there?
Yeah, man. He was drunk. That's how come he didn't just killed everybody.
- He was a big guy. - No, he wasn't that big.
He was medium. He was black. Real, real, real black.
- He was about 50, man. - You never seen this guy before?
Yeah, I've seen him like maybe coming out of the subway or something.
- So maybe he lives around here? - Yeah, maybe.
We're not going to find out this is about dope, right?
You think 'cause we're boricua that means we deal dope? What's wrong with you, man?
- What's wrong with you? I got shot over here. - All right.
Take it easy, huh? James, what do you got?
We gave the place a quick toss. We didn't come up with anything.
- These guys are half loaded. - Yeah.
- You want us to start the canvass? - Yeah. Keep your eyes open.
Happens that the mariachi troupe over here is telling the truth...
we got a nut out there with a gun.
- You guys, we're gonna have to go over to the station house. - James, take my car.
- Sure. - But this better not take all day, you know what I'm saying?
Hey, your friend Luis here just got shot.
You gonna tell me about Luis, man? I know the guy, man.
- We don't feel up to this, man, okay? - You're in mourning.
All right. I understand.
- Get in here. - Ayayay.
Hey, man. I can't believe this.
Just keep looking.
Excuse me. L- I was told downstairs this is where to make my complaint.
Oh. Um, uh...
Detective Medavoy can see you. Detective, you're up.
- Oh. Can I help you? - Yes. I'm the victim of an assault.
Well, right this way. Let's get some information about what happened.
My name's, uh- My name's Peter Cahill.
- Have a seat, Mr. Cahill. - Thank you.
Uh, how badly were you hurt in this incident?
Uh, bruises up and down my arms...
and, uh, feel this bump.
It's quite large.
It looks painful. Were you struck with a foreign object?
With a blunt-edged sword.
D- Do you know the person who hit you?
The stage actor, Raleigh Gibson. You probably know him.
Uh, no, I don't get to the theater too much.
Well, in the middle of the sword fight last night...
he completely abandoned the choreography and attacked me.
I take it you're an actor as well.
Yeah. Last week, he nearly put my eye out.
Did you speak to anyone at the theater about this?
They don't want to deal with it. They tell themselves he's box office.
They should tell the empty seats. Meanwhile, I take a nightly beating.
Procedure, Mr. Cahill- I look into your complaint, talk to the relevant parties...
and then there will be a decision on charges.
I work at the Ludlow Theater.
Ask Roland Edmunds about him. Ask Donna Stein.
Definitely. I'll check the matter out.
Well, uh, thank you for coming in.
Well, I was- I was on my way to the doctor.
- May I help you? - Yes, I'd like to speak to the detective in charge.
Arthur Fancy. I'm lieutenant in charge of the squad.
- Louis Folsom. I'm pastor at Bethel A.M.E. - How do you do?
Why don't you come in? Have a seat.
Lieutenant...
one of my parishioners was involved in a shooting this morning.
He says he shot two men.
There was a multiple shooting at a bodega on Third Street.
- Sounds like the incident. - So what's the man's name?
He says when he fired the gun, he was in fear for his life.
Well, if he was in danger, that's a very important factor.
So, where can we find him?
I'd like to be able to tell him I spoke with the man that he would be talking to.
You can tell him that. So how can we find him, Pastor?
His name is Gregory Leight.
He's not far from here. I'll go get him.
Okay.
Your bodega witnesses set up?
They want to know do they get paid if they pick out the shooter.
It's part of dealing with their grief.
A suspect's coming in with his minister. We'll get his statement...
have the witnesses take a look.
Hey, Lieu. We turned up a neighbor on the canvass. She saw a kid running down the street...
screaming just before the shots were fired.
Didn't know the kid, but she saw him come out.
Somebody's gonna have to keep these guys in the mug books.
- Lieu says the shooter's coming. - Is that right? - Yeah.
As soon as you look at the guy, James, get some fillers from the shelters for a lineup.
And, Adrianne, run a Gregory Leight through B.C.I. I'm not sure of the spelling.
- Okay. - Did the minister say how it happened?
- No, but he said the guy'd give a full statement. - Can't hate a ground ball.
Okay, I'll be there in the interview. He asked for that.
Yeah, all right.
Lieu. Uh, that guy Ray DiSalvo...
The guy I grew up with, took a collar last year for moving coke.
Yeah, worked at that rumba joint.
He's on the inside now. Claims a guy on his tier copped to...
sticking up the Grandpa Car with three other skells.
- Did he give any names? - He says he's got a full name on one of the guys...
- and another guy's nickname. - That was Roberts's case.
- The Grandpa Car? - Yeah. Yeah.
- Well, see if the D.A. Wants to deal. - I'll call Sylvia.
Lieu...
This is Gregory Leight.
Uh, he's got the gun.
I'm Arthur Fancy. I'll take your statement with Detective Sipowicz.
I'm trying to reach A.D.A. Costas.
- Okay. - I'll tell your wife that I saw you go in with the lieutenant.
This way.
Have a seat, Mr. Leight.
- Miles, put this in evidence lockup. - Okay, Lieu.
So, uh, your pastor said you wanted to talk to us about a shooting.
Those drunks down at the bodega went after my son.
Tell us what happened.
Well, I sent him out for bread, and after about 10 minutes...
I hear all this yelling.
His friend comes to my door, crying and carrying on...
and saying that Junior's in trouble.
- So what was his friend's name? - Delroy.
My wife would know his last name.
But he was yelling that they were beating Gregory down at the bodega.
He said, Mr. Leight, they're beating Junior!"
So I grabbed an old gun I keep in the house.
And I went out in the street, and here comes my son running...
his face all covered with blood.
- So how old is your son? - Ten. Ten years old.
There's drunks in that place.
I told him he's never supposed to go near that filthy place!
Just to save a half a block to the grocery. Now look at all this trouble.
So when you saw your son, was he alone in the street?
Was anyone chasing him?
No, there was just somebody looking out from the bodega, but nobody was chasing him.
- And you went on to the bodega? - I sent him home.
- Then I went in. - Did you have your gun out?
Not then. I said...
Hey. Who beat my boy?"
And there was a lot of yelling, screaming back and forth.
And some racial stuff. And one of them said to the other some Spanish.
And the guy behind the counter, he grabbed beneath.
And then the guy in the aisle started coming at me.
And that's when I pulled out my gun.
'Cause the guy behind the counter was going for a gun...
and the guy in the aisle was coming at me.
I was so upset about my boy.
And you shot 'em both.
I have been a longshoreman for 25 years.
I've never even had a parking ticket.
What do you want to do?
Talk to the son and the friend who came and got him.
Even if they back the father's story, he's looking at manslaughter.
- That's where I want you to start, Andy. - No problem.
Want me to run the witnesses through B.C. I?
- They don't look like no choir boys. - Yeah.
Whoever's in with him, I'll, uh...
I'll make sure they don't let him write nothing.
Yeah. Okay. Thanks.
Hey, no problem.
How'd the hearing go?
It was a joke, Bobby. Judge didn't give us five minutes.
Ray, this is Assistant D.A. Sylvia Costas.
- Ray DiSalvo. - How do you do?
Miss Costas wants to talk to you about this armored car job.
No problem. I'm all for women's lib.
You got the D.A. Sent me away beat a mile.
Jewish guy, big pot belly.
Maury Abrams. I've been looking over your file.
I meant no disrespect.
He was doing his job.
Mr. DiSalvo, if the information that you've offered...
on the Grandpa Car produced arrests...
we'd support reducing your sentence by half.
Support? Uh-uh.
I'm not giving up names on support.
She's gotta put it that way, Ray.
What happens if you guys blow the arrest? That's not my fault if you guys screw this up.
- We won't screw it up. - How do I know that, Bobby?
- Reduced by half? - With the time served, that's only four more months.
- Yeah, but I didn't do nothing. I was just the lookout. - Ray, Ray, Ray.
Do you want to go through with this?
- Do I have a choice? - Come on.
Sorry.
The guy I'm in with, his name is Jimmy Fredo.
The guys he said he did thejob with...
one is Tommy Rotella- is the full name I got.
And the second guy's nickname is called Bic.
- First or last name on the nickname? - I don't know.
All right, this Jimmy Fredo's the guy that you're in jail with right now.
He gave you Tom Rotella and another guy whose nickname is Bic.
- Right. - You said there were three guys on the outside.
That's all I got. They got away clean.
They're living good. Jimmy's doing time. I don't know the score.
All right, Mr. DiSalvo.
All right, Ray, we're gonna look into this.
What, you're going to send me back upstate now? I gotta go back there?
They'll keep you down here till we see if this all works out.
You'll be in administrative segregation.
But it's still jail, right?
Gregory.
The police are here. They have to ask you some questions.
I'm Detective Sipowicz, Gregory.
How did you get those bruises?
- Those guys hit me. - Tell me the guys you mean.
- In the bodega. - How come they did that?
- I don't know. - He knows he wasn't supposed to be down there.
He was supposed to go to the Korean place.
Him and his friend didn't want to walk the extra block.
You need to let us ask the questions, Mrs. Leight.
We're trying to find out what happened with your dad.
So we really need you to think about this.
I don't know. They said it was the change.
- The change? - It was for a loaf of bread.
I had the exact change, so I put it on the counter.
- He didn't like it there. - Who didn't?
The guy behind the counter. He pushed it back at me, said put it in his hand.
Then 20 of the cents went on the floor.
Then the other guy come up behind me and told me to pick it up.
And I said, 'The counter guy pushed it on the floor. He should pick it up."
Then they started beating on me...
him and a couple other guys.
Delroy was looking in. Then he ran.
After a couple of minutes, I finally got out.
And then when did you see your dad?
Delroy run and got him. He was coming down the street.
When he saw me, he started crying. He said, Get home."
Then I guess he went in the bodega.
Do you need anything else?
Where can we find Delroy Freeman?
- I can get you his mother's number. - Delroy in trouble too?
You're not in trouble, Gregory. Your daddy's in trouble.
Yo, did Rico pick out the right guy?
Don't worry about what Rico did, Tonio.
The shade's gonna be lifted to see six people. You can see in, but they can't see out.
If you recognize any one person, let me know who you recognize and where from.
Yeah, yeah, all right.
Yo, that's the guy right there. Number Four.
- That's him right there. - Where do you know him from?
He shot Luis, man.
- All but Four can go. - Screw you, pendejo.
- Shut up. - You takin' the juice for Luis, man.
- Go grab some coffee, all right? - Yo, can I go home now, man?
Go grab some coffee. I'll ask my lieutenant.
Poor guy, huh? Sends his kid out for some bread?
- What kind of toss you give that bodega? - We were moving pretty fast.
All right. Keep the witnesses here.
- Get Andy, and toss it again. - Okay.
Hey, uh, Lieu.
Listen, that sword-fighting complaint...
I talked to the stage manager from the theater...
and he said absolutely this famous actor guy was out of line.
- Okay. - Yeah, he says this Gibson's like...
you know, one of those larger-than-life kind of guys.
- You know, he gives everybody a hard time. - Okay. Bring him in.
Yeah, at the same time, some of the other actors said that, you know...
you always get bruised up doing stunts and such in a performance.
Also, according to them, the complainant was rather stiff in that scene...
which angered the other guy, who's high-strung with very high standards.
Look, what do you want to do with the complaint, Greg?
- I figured I'd, uh, bring the other guy in. - Good. Do that.
You okay, boss?
A decent guy shaping to get screwed in this bodega homicide.
- Gentlemen. - How's it going, Roberts?
Okay, Medavoy. You still lobbing scuds at the P.A. A?
- I'll keep you posted, Lieu. - Yeah.
We might have something on the Grandpa Car.
Yeah. Bobby Simone asked me to come in.
- He said you had some action on that. - There he is.
- He'll run it for you. - How's your family, Lieu?
Good. You know how yours is doing?
Yeah. They're good.
- Mike Roberts, Bobby. - Hey, Mike, thanks for coming in.
Sure. You're looking at the Grandpa Car again, huh?
Yeah, yeah. You know, I got a C.I. That gave up some names.
- Tryin' to see if they're live. - Yeah, I hated not clearing that.
They whack two ex-cops.
Mike, you did an interview on that case with a Brendan Bickles.
Yeah, he worked for the security company. Didn't go anyplace.
Yeah, well, see, my guy says he was in it.
Well, shame on me then. I think I talked to him...
- in the Garfield over on 23rd. - Right.
D.M.V. Still shows him over there. We're going to pick him up.
Anything I can push him with that didn't get into your five?
You know, did he gamble? Use?
I only talked to him off working for the company. I had no reason to like the guy.
My C.I. Also gave up a Jimmy Fredo, Tom Rotella. That do anything for you?
- Nothing. Neither one. - Well, thanks for coming in.
I remember talking to this Bic.
You know, the Garfield Hotel.
You know, many as you did, it's crazy how you can remember.
Yeah. I appreciate your coming in, Ray.
Hey, I hope you collar up on this.
Listen, opportunity presents itself...
you might ask does your lieutenant plan on lightening up on me...
before the new century.
- Take care. - All right, Mike.
- Thanks. - Okay.
Clerk said he went to get some smokes. He'll be back in a few minutes.
Didn't I hear about this Roberts? Had a junkie girlfriend.
Yeah, she killed herself.
I was driving for the commissioner then...
but, uh, they said they caught him cleaning out her place.
- Roberts was robbing her apartment? - No, no. He was married.
So he was trying to get rid of pictures. Anything that could put him with her.
That's Bic. Not much to look at, huh?
Yeah.
Check this out over here. That's the rat squad.
- I.A.B.'s sitting on us? - What is up with that?
I'll be right back.
You need me, Martens?
Why, you got a guilty conscience?
- Answer the question. - We're picking up a suspect.
- It's got nothing to do with you. - Uh-huh.
There's the guy across the street.
- Hey, that's my guy. - That's our guy. You back off.
Take it easy. Get your hands up.
- I didn't do anything. - Put your hands up.
- You Brendan Bickles? - I didn't do anything!
- What are you worried about? - He's our suspect, Simone.
- This is our suspect. We're taking him to our house. - I didn't do anything.
- Shut up. - He's our collar, Simone.
- Now, don't talk to him till we straighten this out. - Yeah, right.
Even if he's begging to confess.
What the hell good are these cameras? They don't tape anything.
Do you think they were bluffing this black guy about there being a gun back here?
Guy sticks a gun in their face, they're gonna pretend they got one too?
- Yeah, that wouldn't make sense. - That gun was there. They moved it.
Cigarettes, aspirins, condoms, batteries.
Amazing variety of merchandise they fit behind the counter of these little stores.
Guys get tanked all day long. Start at 8:00 in the morning.
- I'm going to check the Dumpster. - Yeah.
- Martinez. - What do you got?
Here. Here, you want a Popsicle?
- They were in the freezer? - Yeah. Don't you keep your guns there?
We've been on this Bickles for three months...
and our information- he's involved with a cop.
Our information is he's the cop killer.
- One don't leave the other out. - Let's stop playing footsie.
Come on.
My C.I.'s name is Ray DiSalvo.
He's doing time right now with a Jimmy Fredo, who claims...
that he pulled the Grandpa shootings with this Bic...
and a Tom Rotella, who's locked up right now in Ohio...
- and another guy that Ray didn't have the name on. - Which would make it your turn.
I'm not authorized to share my information.
You know, you guys are the best.
Look, you don't want to share information?
This Bic isn't a cop. So my guys will run the interview...
until it's established a cop's involved.
Stay out of my way.
- Close the door on those bodega guys. - Okay.
- Are you Delroy? - I'm Louise Freeman. This is my son.
- How you doing? - Delroy's interested in the wanted flyers.
- Policemen draw? - Yeah, some of them.
- This is Delroy Freeman and his mom. Detective Lesniak. - How do you do?
How you doing, Delroy?
Why don't you come on in here, Delroy.
Take a seat right there. Okay.
So, Delroy, you know why we brought you here?
- Junior got into a fight. - Can you remember how that started, Delroy?
Junior had to buy a loaf of bread, and we didn't go to the grocery.
So Junior" is Gregory LeightJr?
- Yes. - So then they throwed his change on the floor...
and Junior didn't like it, then all of sudden they went crazy, punching and kicking.
- Did they punch and kick you? - They wasn't mad at me.
They mad atJunior. Punching and punching.
So I ran down the street to tell his dad...
- You gotta do something 'cause they're gonna kill him." - Is that what you said?
- You told Junior's dad they were killing him? - Yeah.
'Cause they was stomping him. So he went down with his gun and shot 'em dead.
But I didn't see that part.
You got to look in this bag.
Okay. Thanks for coming down. I appreciate it.
You take care, all right?
I want you to tell me this all again so I can write it down.
Okay.
Oh, man. Oh, man.
- Is something wrong, Bic? - No. No.
You try to live your life, you get dragged off the street...
army of people stand staring at you.
- There's nothing wrong. - You know why. You've been waiting for this day.
- No, I don't. I don't know. - Okay, Bic.
This is connected with two guys who did 20 years on this job...
before they started working security.
Two ex-cops who were making an armored car delivery...
- with the firm that you happened to be working. - This is crazy.
- What's crazy? - I had nothing to do with that robbery.
- I was talked to at the time. - Look around, Bic. You think...
anyone here thinks it's crazy liking you for those homicides?
I can't help what you people think!
SoJimmy Fredo is Iying?
- What? - And Tom Rotella, he's Iying?
'Cause they gave you up, Bic.
They say you shot those cops. Both of them say it was you.
No way. Forget it. No way!
Two ex-cops.
You know how that means we'll go at you, right?
- Leave me alone! - What, are they Iying? Fredo and Rotella...
- they Iying? - Anyone told you that is Iying.
That's crazy what they told you!
I don't think so. Two ex-cops.
- And I think that you killed them. - I killed no one.
You're looking at an injection here, Bic.
What you say in this room right now, what you say gets you a way out. Okay?
I gave them some information.
Delivery times.
I was nowhere near that robbery, all right?
Give up Ernie Kowalski.
You give up the cop, and you'll skate.
You get me a lawyer, and you put that in writing, and then we'll talk.
That's it.
He was gone. I had him. You didn't have to give him squat.
- You'd have got the two in jail. - I would have had him for the package.
If I had that cop's name, I could've moved him for it all.
- Who's the riding D. A? - You give this guy a walk before you trust me to do my job?
'Cause I'm not as good as you, Martens? You only trust I.A.B.
Hey!
You trust any of us?
Who's the riding D. A?
Costas.
I'll call her. I'll get this guy someone from Legal Aid.
I had him.
How long am I going to have to be here? Someone call my agent.
Mr. Gibson, if you'll just cooperate, things will go a lot easier.
Strange men in little suits appear at the door of your dressing room...
and suddenly you're in some... dirty office, no one knows why.
It's Pinter.
- God, is that Raleigh Gibson? - I don't know.
My God, it is Raleigh Gibson.
I gotta get my Brownie.
Mr. Gibson, I'd like you to make a statement regarding Mr. Cahill's complaint.
Statement?
The little turd got just what was coming to him.
- Where do I sign? - Mr. Gibson...
did you strike Mr. Cahill with a broadsword?
I was acting, Detective. Are you aware of the distinction between theater and reality?
So you're saying that you- y- you didn't intend to harm him.
I intended to kill him, in the context of the scene.
His intention should have been to defend himself.
But you have been hitting Mr. Cahill with a sword. You admit that.
I was trying to engage him, to make him commit...
instead of drifting about the stage in a terrified haze.
Truth to tell, I was doing the bloody fool a favor.
- By hitting him? - Detective...
Mr. Cahill shows some mild promise as an actor.
By bringing charges, which can serve only to curtail his career...
he demonstrates a staggering lack of imagination.
I intended to provoke him. I meant him no harm.
Now, with due respect...
the very limited appeal this conversation has for me is now exhausted.
May I go?
Uh, I don't know if charges will be laid.
I have to talk with my boss.
In the outcome, you obviously know where to find me.
Mr. Gibson- Uh, I'm sorry for intruding.
But I am such a fan. Would you mind?
Um, Miss Abandando...
Sure.
Right here.
I may soon be posing with little numbers across my chest.
You guys hold me forever just 'cause I'm on parole?
That's my boss.
We're going to talk about this morning again, Rico.
The guy came in shooting. He killed Luis. Okay?
- How many times do you need to hear it? - Start with the assault.
- He came looking to fight. - Start when you beat his son. That assault.
- Nobody beat his son. - That man sent his boy out for a loaf of bread...
and you and your friends kicked him around.
You're gonna get collared for that, and then we're gonna violate your parole.
- Man, I don't believe this. - You owe, what, three years on your last bit?
What, you think you can kick this kid around without getting your parole violated?
I wasn't even back there. I was standing on the aisle.
Okay. Okay, now we're gonna deal with the guns.
Gun? There wasn't no guns, man.
There were guns. You stashed them in the freezer.
We're sending these to the lab, Rico.
- They lift your prints, you're done. - I wasn't even back there.
I threw one afterwards. That's how my prints got on.
From throwing it in the freezer. Luis yelled.
Samuel went for the gun. I'm only a witness.
- Give it up then. - What did Luis yell?
To Samuel. He said, Kill him." Matalo.
He told him in Spanish.
What you write now is going to be as important for...
how you live the rest of your life as what happened this morning.
You need to give a clear picture of what you saw and did...
and what you were feeling as things took place.
If you were afraid for your son, and your own fear once you were inside...
then that's something you should talk about.
I was afraid. And I was angry.
If your fear was the most important thing...
if it guided your actions...
then that's definitely something you should say.
You don't want to clutter it up- 10 different feelings.
To be afraid for your life...
and what made you feel that way, the specific events.
- When he reached under the counter. - The shouting.
Hearing the other man shout to him...
then seeing the man behind the counter...
Uh-huh. I didn't see the gun, but I knew he was going for it.
You knew from what the other guy shouted.
The other man shouted kill him"...
so you knew the counterman was reaching for a gun...
that that's what he had shouted in Spanish.
For the district attorney to know that you understood the expression...
that you knew matalo" meant kill him" in Spanish...
and that put you in fear for your life.
That's big, your understanding that.
That's why I was afraid.
He was reaching for the gun...
'cause the other fellow shouted 'kill him."
- In Spanish. - Matalo.
Matalo.
Present in the room, Detective Kowalski...
assigned to Narcotics Division, his counsel and a union delegate.
Also present, Sergeants Laski and Martens...
with the Internal Affairs Bureau.
Detective, you acknowledge being given your rights?
Yes.
Detective Kowalski, do you know a Jimmy Fredo...
a Tom Rotella or a Brendan Bickles?
I decline to answer that...
as is my right under the Fifth Amendment.
Your name has come up in connection with an armored car robbery...
that took place September 9, 1992.
- What was your involvement in that incident? - I decline to answer.
And accomplish what? You decline an answer if you know guys that we know you know?
- What, you think I'm an asshole? - That one I'll answer.
No, you won't.
You realize if you fail to answer, under G.0.-15,you're suspended.
I'll live.
Detective Kowalski, you're now suspended.
I'll relieve you of your shield and your weapon.
- Can he go now? - No.
- I'm placing him under arrest. - What?
Stand up.
Don't look at your lawyer for help, Kowalski.
You thought you were walking out ofhere with just a suspension?
Well, you're going tojail. Now we'll see who the asshole is.
Oh, Mr. Cahill.
- Thanks for coming in again. - Are you gonna charge him?
Have a seat.
My investigation, Mr. Cahill- uh, there's a basis to file for assault...
which I doubt would get far in court, but he'd definitely be put in the system, Mr. Gibson.
He'd be in jail briefly, with a need to make bail, so forth.
That's what I want.
Mr. Cahill, I'm obviously ignorant, but, um...
couldn't filing charges like this be negative on your career outlook?
You know, rather than some form of compromise, some try at discussion?
There'd be no point. He- He won't stop.
He hates me. He- He has no respect for my acting.
- He said you had promise. - Who did?
Mr. Gibson. His account was...
you were promising on stage, but in a haze...
- which he was trying to prod you out of. - Do you think he meant it?
Or was he just trying to avoid charges?
No, I don't think he was too worried about the charges.
And I'd say he was sincere about your promise...
while seeming not to like you too much personally.
I thought he was just trying to humiliate me...
to show that I had no business onstage.
We can charge third-degree assault, Mr. Cahill.
Do you want to go forward?
No. No, I don't.
All right.
- I'm sorry I took up your time. - Nah.
Actually, I enjoyed it somewhat. I had an experience in the theater.
- Well, thank you very much. - Anytime.
- Banquo? - Excuse me?
L- I saw you at the Public in the Scottish play.
- Thank you for the evening. - You're welcome.
He was really good.
How much of this is corroborated?
The son's being beaten was witnessed.
Plus the friend confirms telling the father he thought the kid was being killed.
A witness in the bodega corroborates...
one of the victims shouted in Spanish for the counterman to kill Leight.
- Matalo. Which Leight understood. - Yeah.
- And you recovered the weapon the counterman reached for? - Yeah.
The grand jury's gonna have to look at this...
but I doubt that we'll wanna indict this man.
- He might get charged with the unregistered gun. - Thanks, Sylvia.
- I'll tell this guy her impression, huh? - Yeah. All right.
Try and follow this.
By me not giving up that name, that's supposed to make your life easier.
You don't have Kowalski's name...
even if you and him went through the academy together...
your partner bowls with him, you had pizza once on retreat...
any pals you might be where you'd want to protect him...
you don't got to make that mistake.
You're looking out for me. You're keeping me from temptation.
Crack wise all you want. If you would've queered that interview with Bic...
and you had Kowalski's name...
- then I gotta come looking at you. - Yeah.
- Well, thanks for being in my corner. - Look...
no one's always a liar, and no one's always corrupt.
Everything is a situation. You keep people out of situations...
and you keep them out of trouble.
I just hope that my informant don't lose out on his sentence reduction...
because you people took over the case.
Why is that funny?
Who do you think our informant was?
Your buddy, DiSalvo...
he shopped us this package three months ago with all the names.
He came to you when he got afraid we weren't moving.
He left Kowalski out because he knew you'd have to notify us.
Yeah, okay.
You might want to know...
he shopped you to us too.
Said you reached out to an arresting cop on a coke collar.
Got the cop to let him walk.
So where am I with that?
You're all right.
I looked into it.
Everything's a situation.
You worked that good.
- Yeah, I felt like he deserved a break. - Yeah.
Not 'cause of who he was. Straight up.
You mean, that wasn't one of those affirmative action investigations?
- No. - No.
I didn't think so. Good night.
You worked that good too.
Bobby.
They collared those guys, Ray.
- One of them confessed. - Is that right?
That's- That's great.
Yeah.
And you know that third guy, the one that you didn't have the name on?
Turns out he was a cop. He's behind the whole thing.
Huh. Interesting.
- Guy's name is Kowalski. - Uh-huh.
Of course you knew that already, right, Ray?
And you made me the jerk holding it back.
Whoa, now, that was not my intention.
Your intention was playing all the angles for yourself.
I spoke to police Internal Affairs several months ago...
but they disappeared from the picture.
I never heard from them. That was a free ball what I gave you.
Ray-They were sitting on that cop, Ray.
They moved the same time that we did.
- I had no knowledge of that. - Neither did I. You didn't give it to me.
Oh, come on, Bobby. I know how cops feel about collaring their own.
I wanted to spare you that.
You would say anything, Ray, huh?
The moon is made of green cheese."
Hey, I don't like the tone of this.
Now, my information produced arrests.
I.A.B.'s collaring. You should look to them to deliver.
Just a minute. Just a minute now!
You people better not welsh!
Maybe you can sweeten the pot with I.A.B. You can offer 'em me again.
Offer them you? What are you talking about, Bobby?
Ray, let me tell you something.
I know who offered me to them, all right?
You stand there right now and lie to me, I will break your jaw!
Oh, my God. My God. I'm going to be screwed. I know it.
You're going to stick the knife in me, aren't you, Bobby?
No, Ray. You are gonna get your deal.
I am? Oh!
- I am so grateful. - Move your hands.
Yeah, sure. I understand.
I just ask that you would understand as well about me giving you up.
I mean, I- I was in a situation, Bobby.
Hey, Ray, I...
I don't want to see you on the outside, Ray, all right?
I don't care what your situation is.
On the gate.
I'm sorry, Bobby. Y...