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Narrator:
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.

Max:
The computer age.

Logan:
They made mistakes
before computers.

Max:
Mixing up a homicidal maniac
and a turnstilejumper’?

"Bruno Walker" sounds
like "Brutus Walker."

Yeah, only Brutus
carries bigger guns.

Here——
2330 St. Nicholas,

Apartment 4D,
Mills.

My money says we get nothing
out of the girlfriend.
Really?

Where's the first place
you'd go, you get
released eafly?

Plus, rumor has it
she's been hooking
out of her apartment.

How entrepreneurial
while her man's
in the slam.

( police radio chatter)

( screams, crash )

Officer Rennick,
Ms. Sandoval, you know
this gentleman?

He came from Walker's
girlfriend's apartment.
I've never seen this guy.

Well, it ain't Walker——
Brutus or Bruno.

You guys,
take the roof.
C'mon, upstairs!

This where your friend
took a flyer’?

He was the super's
friend.

We're all friends here.
What the hell happened?

Brutus——

grabs him by the neck
and throws him out.

( gunshots )

Don't even think
about leaving.

Rennick?!

Sandoval?!

Max:
Oh, my God!

He's still alive!
Logan:
Call the paramedics!

Sandoval!

Sandoval!

10-13l10-13l
Police officer shot!

Police officer shot!

( theme music plays )

( police chatter)

Come on, people.
Stay behind the tape.

My first week
on the job...

I come home...

and my wife

has the "Telegram"
open to this item——

“Cop killed
in Brooklyn."

Outside
a candy store.

"Telegram"?

There used to be
a lot of newspapers
in New York, huh?

Then they all started
dying off.

Now it's
the cops.

How many this year
so far?
13.

( medics chatter)

Cop:
Let's keep it
clear here, folks.

We got a body bag
coming through.

They couldn't
resuscitate him.

Cragen: You guys go ahead.
I'll be over in a minute.

You remember
the "Telegram"?

What?

Nothing.

I saw
the stretcher.

It happens.

Yeah.

(phone rings)

Anything pop
on Walker?
Do you believe
in miracles?

Yeah,
I pray for them.

I pray some cop
finds him in an alley

and can save the taxpayers
the trouble of a trial.

If it was you
and Walker in an alley

and no one else
was there,

he didn't
have a gun

and was gonna
give himself up...

I'd shoot him
in the face.

Hey, you want
the name of Walker's
second grade teacher,

the first girl
who let him lift
her skirt,

and his mother's
cousin's friend's
dry cleaner?

It's all here.

"Turn the other cheek."
You believe in that?

Yeah, twice a year.

Christmas and Easter,
in church.

You hear Profaci?

What, are you
taking a poll?

You agree
with him?

Sandoval's
supposed to meet us
on 103rd Street.

You talk about cold.
She loses a partner
and she can't even——

Hey, hey, hey.
Don't hold that
against her.

Everyone deals with it
differently.

They crossed over
from that roof.

Walker?
I couldn't
see him.

It was dark.

Well, maybe you saw
some muzzle flashes, huh?

Or a light

from the stairwell
doors being opened?

Iguess
I was looking
the wrong way.

My call is...

Walker took
these stairs down.

Now you and Rennick,
when you came onto the roof,

were you together
or did you split apart?

How many
citations for bravery
do you have, Logan?

I've got sixl
No one's questioning
your courage, Sandoval.

Except you.

Back off,
Mike.

Let's go check
with the super.

Super:
How do I know
what goes on

in the middle ofthe night
on the roof?

Do you guys know
how many people

have died
in this building
over the years?

Mr. Yost?
One body we discovered
because of the stink.

Another, a baby——

gets pushed down
the incinerator chute.

These people
are animals.

Look,
could you help me out
a little bit here?

No one likes it.

You don't.
I don't.

The company that pays
my salary don't.

But one thing
they don't like, neither——

they don't like it
when the property doesn't
get taken care of.

Yo, Jackl

Two people got killed here
last night and one was a cop!

So?

I never could
figure out

what all the fuss was about
when a cop gets killed.

You guys get paid
to deal with scum.

What the hell
do you think's
gonna happen to you

if you do that?

Two weeks, three weeks
from now, you'll be gone.

But I'll still
be here.

And so will the company
that pays my salary.

Supplemented by a little
procuring, of course.

Procuring?
I don't know
what that is.

But you can't——
He doesn't know
what the word means.

How about "pimping,"
Yost?

Like in "The Cassie Mills
Elevator Service, Inc."?

As soon as I finish cleaning,
I got plenty oftime.

It's a pretty nice looking
jacket for somebody
to throw away.

The kids hang
around back here
making a mess.

They leave me alone,
I leave them alone.

Know what
I mean?

Someone left it?
Last night?

Yeah.
Red.

(game chatter)

A wise—ass.

Logan:
Yol

Hey, listen up.
Anyone recognize
thisjacket?

(hip—hop music plays)

( applause )

See, folks,

what we got here is
an entertainment situation.

Me and my
colleagues over here,
are the entertainers.

And you folks, well,
you're the "entertainees."

Like "Indiana Jones"
over here.

If you stop
to watch baby bro',

I figure you've been
entertained, am I right?

So you might
want to become

part of the paying audience,
if you get my drift.

Baby brother needs
a new pair of shoes.

Hey, Red?

I don't take food stamps.
I'll be right back.

You work a spot
last night, Ray?

Yeah.
880 2nd Avenue.

Made some
good money, too.

You can ask the lady
in the restaurant.

She'll
tell you.
After that?

Home!

But you stopped at 103rd Street
to blow a little weed, right?

Guess what?
You left yourjacket
over there.

That used to be
my jacket.

And now?
It's my ex's.

She kept
missing rehearsals

so I had to throw her
out ofthe act, y'knoW?

Guess what, Red?
You're gonna take us
to her.

(school bell rings)

When we split up——
You kept it
as a souvenir?

That's old stuff.
Not so old.

You were wearing it
last night.

On 103rd Street
and St. Nicholas.

Yeah, back
of number 70.

Don't touch me!
Don't you touch me!

I don't let
no man touch me.

Max:
Where'd you get
the gun, Ravina?

I——I found it.

Take it easy.

I found it in back
of the apartment.

Okay,
Ravina.

And I took it so no one
would mess with me——

no one would ever
mess with me again.

Put the gun down,
slowly.

It's okay.

Put it down——
Slowly.

Nobody's going
to mess with you.
Put it down.

( crowd groans )

(telephone rings)

So Ballistics says
Rennick was killed
with the same .32

that we took away
from Ravina Price?

And the gouge
on the barrel happened

when the gun
hit a pavement
from a height.

Maybe.

You hate
the Mets, right?

Almost as much
as you hate the Yankees.

We don't agree about
a lot ofthings.

So? "Po—tah—toes,
po—tay—toes. "

So why do we agree
that something doesn't
add up here?

All right,
Walker shoots Rennick,

throws the gun
off the roof.

But how about
Walker drops the gun

as he's walking
down the fire escape?

Carmen,
Greevey.

I want you to run
some serial numbers
on a .32 S & W.

I keep hearing the zipper
on Rennick's body bag.

Great, 15—year—old
high school girl.

Some
neighborhood kid.

She says she picked it up
in back ofthe building.

Max, can I see you
for a second?
Yeah.

The girl ever use guns?
She got a record?

No.

She's got no motive
to shoot a cop.

Problem is,
her prints are
on the gun.

Brutus Walker's
aren't.

So, Walker tosses a guy
out a window,

runs up to the roof,
shoots Rennick,

and then wipes the gun
clean before he drops it?

|__
I don't know.

It was cold.
Maybe he was
wearing gloves.

How well
do you shoot a gun
with gloves on?

Serial number.
And the gun that
shot Rennick?

Sold by Jovino's Gun Shop,
West 17th off 9th.

Max:
Tell us about the robbenl.
What did they take?

Took four
pump shotguns

and eight
handguns.

Is this
one of them?

Right make.
Right model.

Looks pretty beat up,
though.

Somebody wanted to see
if it could bounce.

Got the serial
number”?

Yeah, I got
the serial numbers, too.

Old habit.

I used to be on thejob
before this happened.

The Three—Nine.
You everwork
the South Bronx?

No, but I worked
"The Rug."
Brooklyn?

Ooh, that precinct
was a real hellhole.

Late '60s.

Same here
in the South Bronx.

They used to throw
stuff at you

from the windows
on slow days.

Remember the coats
that we used to have
back then?

Hard to dodge
in those tents.

But thank God
for the slow days,

'cause in the days
that weren't slow..

That what happened?

Nah, I was
on foot patrol.

I was going
down the subway
to use the can——

winter—— and I
hit an icy step.

Broken back?

Yeah.

Thanks
for your help, Ross.

20% off,
anybody with a badge.

Boy, that
is rough.
Yeah.

You know, I don't think
I'd make it like that
in a wheelchair.

I'd rather
go quick.
Like Rennick?

Then what happens
to the family?

Max: Cassie, we need
some answers about Brutus.

I ain't talkin'
no more about Brutus.

Well, if he bothers you
you call us.

And what?
You meet me
at the hospital?

You cops——

you're always saying,
"Cooperate. Cooperate.

I'll make sure
nothing happens
to you."

And then either
you catch the guy
or you don't.

You put him away,
or you don't.

And then it don't matter,
'cause he gets out,

or he got friends.

Unless you are willing
to walk two steps behind me

for the rest of my life,
you can't make me safe.

No one's
ever safe, Cassie.

You know,
when I was a kid,

my mama,
she'd say,

"You do right,
and you'll be okay."

I guess when you're a kid,
you got to believe that,

or else you won't
never grow up.

That don't look like
none of Brutus' guns.

He like big ones.

Big ones.
Logan:
Are you sure
that's not his?

You said he had
a lot of guns.

Brutus had more guns
than he had shoes.

And, honey,
he had shoes.

But if you
want to be sure,
go ask his sister.

More like his mama.

Anytime something went wrong,
Brutus ran straight to her.

I guess even Brutus
gets scared sometimes.

Sister:
Brutus never had
no trouble.

It was everyone
who met him
had the trouble.

Uh, no.
He doesn't have a gun.

He never did.

So hejust pushed
that slug into Cruz
with his thumb, huh?

She's not
gonna change.

Her brother's
a saint.

Another
hundred years,

he'll be stuck
on people's
dashboards.

I got nothing
to say.

Well, in case you change
your mind.

No, I don't
need that,

'cause I ain't never
gonna see you guys again.

Yes, you are——

when you bury
your cop—killer brother.

M ax:
Listen good,
my man,

when we nail Brutus
and find out

you could have helped us
and didn't, we'll be back.

And you'll go down
for "conspiracy."

Maybe "accessory—
after—the—fact. "

Brutus showed up
at the store

right after
he got loose
from Riker's.

Made some calls.
I told Mavis
to send him back,

but she gave him
her car keys.

I don't see
how you can say

Segovia
and Eric Clapton
in the same breath.

Sandoval!
Hey, how you doing?

Take off
the kid gloves, Greevey.
I'm not that fragile.

Ease up, all right?
He's asking you
how you feel.

I can handle
what I gotta
handle, okay?

If you
didn't just——
Easy, easy.

If I didn't
what, Logan?
Nothing.

If I didn't lose my partner?
If I weren't in mourning?

Spit it out!

Hey,
Sandoval.

Okay——
I don't like you.

I didn't like you
before Rennick
was killed.

His being dead
doesn't change that.

In fact——
What?

If it had been Greevey
you'd be red—eyed and weepy?
No, you wouldn't.

Sandoval, why don't——
You'd be showing
everyone how tough you are.

Because I'm a woman,
if I'm not sobbing,
you think it doesn't hurt.

Fine——
I'm just as much of a cop
as you are, Logan!

I'm just as tough
as you are!

And I got
a dead partner

and my feelings about that
are my own business.

Ask your partner.

The way I heard it,
he was no barrel of laughs

when his partner
bought it.

You lost
a partner?

That was a long
time ago.
Hey, Max.
Wait a minute.

You didn't
even mention it.

It wasn't
relevant...

it was a long
time ago.

He didn't
observe procedure
at a traffic stop.

Went over
to the driver's
window—— bam—o.

All she wrote.

That's crap,
Simpson.

Look, I may not
be as eloquent
as Sergeant Greevey

but I'm afraid
I'd have to agree
with his assessment.

Walker thinks we got
nothing better to do

than to accuse him
of shooting Rennick

so that we can
execute him on sight?

Give me a break!

You know
as well as I do

Walker's
a dead man.

Hey, if he stays
on the street
you're right.

If he's ready to surrender
we'll make sure he's safe.

He'll surrender——
if you give him immunity.

Immunity?
Why don't we
give him a pension?

In exchange
for information.

Rennick's pension!

He says he didn't
kill Rennick.

Right—— the bullet
in Rennick's neck

and Rennick's death
arejust a coincidence, huh?

I may not know
where he is

or what he did
or did not do, Detective,

but I do know what he told me
on the telephone.

You want to make
the deal, fine.

You don't,
I'll communicate it
to my client.

We're not in the habit
of making

blind deals
with cop killers.
Mr. Simpson. Good day.

And if it hadn't
been a cop...

what would your
decision be then?

Think about it.

Well...’?

Walker's driving around
in his sister's car.

We called in a CB.

And Walker's
brother—in—Iaw, Ray,

says he was talking
on the phone.

I'm gonna need
a subpoena to get
to those phone records.

What do you think
about what Simpson said?

Max:
What?

If it hadn't been a cop shot,
would we be more likely
to make a deal?

It was a cop.

Just go check
the phone records.
See who he called, okay?

Laneer!

Very photogenic,
Laneer.

You Iookjust like
your mug shots.

Even from
the back.

Sergeant Greevey,
Detective Logan.

I must have owed money
in a previous life.

This ain't
the Borscht Belt.
Save the schtick.

The name
"Brutus Walker" strike
yourfunnybone, Laneer?

I can't say
that it does.

Wrong answer.

The phone company
says he called you
from his sister's.

I told him I couldn't
do a thing for him.

You're still
tap dancing,
Kevin.

Man, you think
I'm crazy?

I got four more
months on parole.
I got a good job.

I'm happy
on the outside.

I'm happy
you're happy.

You want to bug my phone?
Go ahead.

You want to toss my place?
Be my guest.

( pager beeps )

We got to take
this call. Go on.

Officer:
The car's registered
to Walker's sister.

I double—checked it.

That's
a two—base hit.

Walker shows up,
we got a home run.

I spotted it two hours ago.
No one's come near it.

Call in a surveillance request.
Schermerhorn and Sullivan.

Wait a minute,
Wait a minute.

Sullivan and Brent.

Laneers
parole officer——
Said he works in a park
at Sullivan and Brent.

That's right
around the corner.
Next block.

We may have
batted this one
out ofthe park.

Call in for backup.
A lot of backup.

No lights,
no sirens.

Sector Adam
calling Central K.

Quitting time,
Brutus!

Nice disguise,
though.

You want me
to run...

so you can shoot me
and be a hero.

Disappointed?

Not yet,
Walker.

Not yet.

We've charged Walker
with throwing Ramos out
of Cassie Mills' window.

She's cooperating,
and with her testimony

I'm pushing for
an early court date,

though Walker's lawyer
will try to stall.

Did you read the paper
this morning?
"The Times."

"The Times," huh?
Well, I read four.

They hardly mentioned
the flying Ramos.

Paul, tell him
who they mentioned.

Rennick.
Adam:
Rennick

Rennick

New Yoflrers
don't always
love their cops,

but they
hate the people
who kill them.

I want him convicted.
Let's slow down and do it right.

The press starts chewing
on your heels, blame me.

"Starts chewing,"
huh?

This is a cop killer
we're talking about.

We let him walk...

I'll be deboned,
butterflied

and flambéed.

I want this off
the front page.

The Rennick case
is going to take
time to prepare.

Take time?
That's a good
euphemism.

All right,
then it's gonna take
a lot of luck.

Lacking evidence, I'd say
that was an optimistic
assessment.

We've got
Sandoval's statement——

That the roof was dark;
that they were shot at
from ambush;

that she never
saw clearly enough
to return any fire;

and that
she didn't even see
Walker's escape route.

I never said we could prove
Walker was on the roof.

Robinette:
Why, Detective?

Because Brutus Walker
was Harding Cistal's cellmate.

What did Cistal have on him
when he was arrested?

Suspect had
in his possession...

four shotguns
and seven handguns,

All of which were
traced to Ross'
gun store.

But Ross says
there were eight handguns
stolen from the shop.

When my husband reported
the fender—bender

he was in
to the insurance company,

he threw in
the broken tail light
from six months before.

Ross has no reason
to lie.

He even had
the serial number
ofthe eighth gun.

Just like the one
that killed Rennick.

I know.

Are you planning
to charge Walker
in this lifetime?

Maybe I should
rephrase that,

'cause a lifetime
in this city can be
pretty short,

especially
if you're a cop.

You think a badge makes
one life more valuable
than another, Trent?

Yeah, as a matter
of fact, I do.

All Brutus Walker
wants

is the opportunity
to speak with you.

Really? A discussion
of Fifth Amendment rights?

Get serious,
Stone.

How serious do you want it?
I am not interested
in making any deal.

Look, I'm just
Walker's messenger.

Really?
Then don't call me

until his lawyer
wants to get serious.

Stone: I 'm going to show you
something that may belong

to your ex—cellmate,
Mr. Walker.

Do you
recognize it?

It's a gun.

Very good, Cistal.
Can you spell "gun"?

Sure.

"D—E—A—L.“

Maybe we ought
to trade seats.

I hear yours is getting
a little hot lately.

If I were you, I'd indict
Brutus Walker like yesterday.

You've passed
the spelling test.

Obviously you read
the newspapers.
Can you count?

Part ofthe haul you took
from Ross' shop.

You took eight guns.
You were
picked up with seven.

It was
that new math.

Let me guess.

I'll bet this is
a ballistics report

that says the bullet
that killed that cop

came from this gun.

I'll bet you're gonna
ask me if I sold Brutus
that gun.

I can solve your problem
and my problem all at once.

You just tell me
when and where

I sold Walker
that gun.

My guess is you and I won't
be talking to each other
about this case.

You 're missing
a bet, Stone.

I can give you
whatever you need.

I don't think so.

Cistal's arrest
forty—nines——

when the guns were recovered
from Cistal's apartment——

all except our .32.

Rennick was one
ofthe search party.

Was Sandoval there?

No, they weren't
partnered up then.

Eight—to—five,
Rennick helped himself
to the gun.

Why?

It's untraceable.
A lot of old—timers
cam! dropped pieces.

If they shoot someone
they say had a gun,
and can't find it,

they drop
untraceable iron on them.

In Harlem once, they found
some stiff with six guns
underneath him.

So what are you saying?

Rennick shot himself
then dropped the .32
to implicate Walker?

I don't know
what I'm saying.

Woman:
No, that wasn't
one of Pete's guns.

Robinette:
This is very important,
Mrs. Rennick.

He only had two.
His on—duty and one
he kept for off—duty.

A lot of cops keep
an "unofficial" weapon.

No one minds it, really.
A lot of wives don't
even know about it.

I knew everything
about Pete.

You did?
He talked to you
a lot about thejob?

So?

These are great.
I have a few myself.

This...

this television——

this is nice.

It's expensive,
though.

Pete was always
a good provider.

He always took
the maximum overtime.

Who was on duty
when Rennick's locker
was opened?

Me.
Find anything
unusual?

Like what?

Rennick did his job.
He never complained.

And he always paid
for his own cup of coffee.

Cragen's got
the complete list.

Thanks.

I'll tell you
one thing about
Rennick

What's that?

He didn't believe
in plea bargains.

Desk Sergeant:
Sandoval?

Check the duty roster.
You've got a new partner.

Officer Sandoval,
I'm Paul Robinette
from the DA's office.

I tried
to reach you
at home.

Yeah, I got
your message.

Lou Bridges,
my lawyer
from the PBA,

tells me not to talk
to anyone without him
being there.

He says
that includes the DA.

Wanna talk?
Clear it through him.

Wait, am I missing
something here?

Aren't we on
the same side?

I gotta change
for roll call.

Look,
Officer——

Are you deaf orjust stupid?!
I told you, talk to Bridges!

Why don't you bastards
just leave me alone, huh?

The Internal Affairs
Shooting Team has already
closed the case.

That's not the only
issue here.

It is for me.

I had Rennick's
payroll records
sent over.

Not a minute
of overtime.

A kid in college?
A new car?

That's a lot of mileage
out of one paycheck.

So let's give him
the benefit of the doubt.

Lotto.
Belmont.
Poker.

Oh, nobody's
that lucky.

And if he was
on somebody's pad,
what does that get us?

I don't know.

Eitherway,
he's still a dead cop
with expensive tastes.

I traced
his new car.

Oh, it's terrible
what happened to Rennick.

Terrible.
I hate to lose
a customer that way.

So he wasn't
a first—time buyer?

Rennick?
Oh, Rennick was like
the vernal equinox.

Every spring——
robins, crocuses,

and Rennick in here
for a new car.

Did you carry
the paper?

He'd trade in the old model,
pay the difference in cash.

What a gent.
Yeah...

They were
coming in Friday.

I was having the cars
detailed today.

"Cars"?
A blue wagon

and a white Corvette
for the missus.

She didn't seem
like the Corvette type.

Who are you kidding?
That foxy blonde?

Hell of a locker
for a widow.

She may want
the 'Vette yet.

Her name is Louisa Birken.
A model.

Rennick told her
he was undercover.

Yeah, beautiful.
Case gets better
and better.

Wanna write the headline?
"Dead Cop in Love Nest
with Model.“

How'd she meet him?

She was trying
to find herway
to Bloomingdales.

And he came
to the rescue?
Heidi and Peter,

hand in hand, ever since.
I'm meeting her this afternoon.

Do you mind explaining
howthis is going to help us
convict Brutus Walker?

I don't know.
But it's not something
I can ignore.

Robinette:
Rennick paid
all the bills?

Rent? Phone?
Food?

He liked to show
his affection, he said.

Why'd he do
all this?

So you'd remember him
when he wasn't around?

I know what you're thinking,
and I know what this looks like.

But, Peter
really loved me.

How often
did you see him?

Four or five times
a week——

unless he was away
on an assignment.

Did he use
the telephone much?

Mm—mm.
Nope.

Did people visit him
at your apartment?

No.

Did you ever see him
with this gun?

No.

I think he was married,
but...

but he said not.

( deep sigh )

So...

sometimes he would give me
envelopes for me to keep.

What was in
these envelopes?

Money.

You remember the dates
that this happened?

Yeah.

Almost every case
Rennick and Sandoval worked

checks against the dates
Louisa told us he gave her
money to hold.

Drug raid, drug raid,
drug raid, possession.

That's our
friend Walker.
Twice.

Both look like
clean collars.

Drug raid, B and E,
dealer homicide.

Most of the time
there was either drugs
or money confiscated.

Most
of the time?

Sometimes
they came up
empty—handed,

or so they said
in their reports.

Meaning they sold the drugs
and pocketed the cash.

I don't want to knowthis.
Nobody wants to know this.

Don't sink with this one.
Rennick was skimming
before you were partners.

Sandoval:
Look, Iwant you
to quit hassling me.

Rennick's girlfriend——
that's where his money went.
Where's yours?

Brooklyn Federal Savings.

I'm looking for more
than $2,416.

Maybe it's in a shoebox
somewhere, right?

My shift's
gonna start.

Sandoval,
if you are clean
on this one

you're playing it
all wrong.

Boy, that's quite
a coincidence——

running into
District Attorney
Schiff on the elevator.

It was a fortuitous
coincidence.

You must have been riding
that elevator for hours.

What are you
selling?

Rennick was dirty.

Sounds like
the Brooklyn Bridge to me.

Real dirty.
He killed a drug dealer.

I'm listening.

I don't see you taking out
your checkbook.

You don't get it, do you?
There's no deal on this one.

It's Walker's play.

So, Walker's got
a dead drug dealer
he wants to talk about?

Simpson:
What does Walker
get out of it?

The satisfaction
of being a good citizen.

Why are you being
so unpleasant about this?

You think this
is unpleasant?

You ever
go over my head
to Schiff again,

I'll show you
how really unpleasant
I can be.

At least we know
Rennick killed
a drug dealer.

Right.

All we have to do now
is find out which one.

Then all we have to do
is figure out who killed
Rennick.

What was the name
of that dealer homicide?

Powers, right?
Ricky Powers.

Super:
Yeah, it was six weeks ago.
It was awful——

screaming, cursing, shooting——
and then Ricky's dead.

Sprawled all over
the floor.

He was a nice kid.
Poor Ms. Perry was
beside herself.

This isn't that type
of building.

Does this look like
a drug building?

Which apartment
is Ms. Perry's?
There.

I can't believe
poor little Ricky was
selling narcotics.

Someone called 911,
Ms. Perry.

Well, it wasn't me.
I was too scared——

all that yellin'——

You hear the man yelling
who shot Ricky?

He said something like

"Nobody shortstops me."

Short weights?
Short weights.

Whatever that means.

Then, after
a little,

the police came——

man and a woman.

Ooh...

that's when
my blood ran cold...

when they started talking,
because the man cop——

it was the same voice.

He was the one that shot
poor little Ricky.

Sto n e :
It's your meeting,
Brutus.

I must object
to my client
being shackled.

I'll make a note ofthat.
You have two minutes.

All the time
you were saying
no to Simpson,

I knew you'd
talk to me.

1:52.

All right,
all right.

I found Ramos
with Cassie.

She's my girl.

But I hardly
touched him.

“Hardly"?
She's
my gin.

When he saw me,
he got up, he went over——

Let me guess——
he got so shook up

he tripped on a chair
and fell out the window?

You must've
been there.

So?
So...

I want a pass
on Ramos.

And I'd like
an evening in ajacuzzi
with Cybill Shepherd.

Hey, look, man,
Cassie will never
testify against me.

Yesterday, the DEA
picked her up in a car
with sale weight.

All she wants is to play
"Let's Make a Deal."

That's a setup.
You set her up!

Time's up.

You blew it,
Stone!

You blew it big!
No way.

No way I give you
the name ofthe guy
who Rennick whacked!

You mean,
poor little Ricky?

Simpson:
Damn it, Stone.

If you knewthat,
and there's no deal,

what's the point
of this meeting?

Education.

Operator:
What is the nature
of the emergency?

Man's voice:
I want to report
a shooting.

Dude's bleeding
like a stuck pig.

Sure sounds
like your voice
to me, Brutus.

Doesn't take much to figure
Rennick offed Ricky Powers.

Then he made you call 911,
so he could be the first car
to respond.

How am I doing?

No immunity, no plea bargains.
Rennick hated plea bargains.

Oh, man——
Rennick was a scum.

He was dirty the day
he was born.

Hundreds of brothers
wanted him dead!

Stone:
There are, to say the least,
credibility gaps——

inconsistencies.
Is there something
you'd like to add?

Sandoval:
Why don't you
spell it out for me?

Stone:
Fine—— Rennick catches
Walker holding

the day before he hits Ricky,
and promises Walker

he'II let it slide

if Walkerwill
make the 911 call
from Ricky's apartment.

Robinette:
It was no problem——

Ricky's apartment
was in your sector.

Rennick
drove the patrol car
right there.

Rennick goes upstairs,
he shoots Ricky,

leaves,
goes back down
to the car.

Walker stays
in the apartment,

calls 911,
then splits.

The call goes out,
you're the nearest unit.

You're the first ones
on the scene.

And Rennick ends up
writing all the reports

on a murder
that he committed.

How am I doing?

You know those
party favors——

the ones you put
your fingers in
at either end——

and the more you pull,
the harder it is
to get them out?

The way to get free
is to relax.

Just... let it go.

Confession's
good for the soul.
Is that it?

About a year ago...

they caught Rennick
pocketing cash afterwe
took down a dealer.

He offered me a cut,
I told him I'd quit first.

Nikki,
I must advise you
to remain silent.

He made
all the "rotten job—
rotten pay" arguments...

and finally he said
he'd stop.

But he didn't?

I always wanted
to be a cop.

Ever since I was
six years old.

Rennick and I would go days
without talking about it.

I think
I really knew,

you know...

inside.

I knew
what was coming.

Did you knowthat he killed
Ricky Powers?

It was like
watching an accident.

Having a premonition——
watching yourself...

go through the motions
to fulfill it.

I started
taping things...

for my own
protection.

He knew
I knew too much.

What?

Just kept one of those
microcassette recorders
in myjacket.

I can't believe
he never knew.

It was on the night
we came up here.

Whole thing's
on tape.

Attorney:
Gentlemen, I think maybe we
should make a formal statement

after I've consulted
with my client.

( recording plays)
Sandoval: Rennick!

Rennick,
where are you?!

Where'd he go?
Rennick, I can't see you!

Rennick!

I can't see you!
( recording stops )

Stone: Was this where
Officer Rennick pointed
his weapon at you?

He just came over
and took my piece.

Where was Walker?

Sandoval:
He was well off the roof
by that time.

And you didn't know
Rennick's position?

I thought he'd gone
around the access door
toward Walker.

He was right behind me
with his gun drawn.

( recording plays)
Sandoval: Pete!

( gunshots )

Oh, God!
Oh, my God!

Stone:
She realized she was
about to be the victim

of an accidental shooting,
so she ran.

Rennick shot
and missed.

And she had
an ankle holster
with a .32 in it.

She hit him in the neck
with the first shot.

Where'd she get
the .32?

From Rennick,
when they first
became partners.

"Someday," he said,
she might need

to “stick it
in a dead scuzball's hands
to save herself from the DA."

Nice favor.
Stone:
Yeah.

She sign
the statement?

With her lawyer
present.

Still have to go
to the grand junl.

What are you
gonna ask for?

Justifiable
homicide.

(sighs)

Total walk.

The only thing
she's guilty of
is bad judgment.

She should have
turned the bastard in.

She's a good cop.

If she's not totally cleared,
she'll lose herjob.

It's your call.

Stone:
99 times out of a hundred
I stand in this grandqu room

and ask for an indictment——
for permission to prove
to a jury

that someone's guilty,
and that they ought
to be punished.

No crime cries out
for punishment more than
the killing of a police officer.

However,
not all homicides
are crimes

and the people believe
the death of Officer Rennick
was ajustifiable homicide,

and that Officer Sandoval
acted in self—defense.

Loyalty is an important
quality among cops.

For partners,
a kind of insurance——

a guarantee
of trust...

that they can depend
on one another.

Today, I'll tell you
about a young cop

whose partnerviolated
that bond of loyalty.

( theme music plays )