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[ambience]

If it please Mr. Chairman and commissioners

the commission call Michael Dowd.

[cameras clicking]

[camera clicks]

Please remain standing, Mr. Dowd.

Raise your right hand.

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

Mr. Dowd,

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

and nothing but the truth in the course of your testimony

during these proceedings, so help you God.

- I do. - Thank you, sir.

Would you please be seated?

Mr. Amayo, you may proceed.

Thank you, Your Honor.

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

and speak into the microphone

so that everyone can hear you.

Were you once a police officer

of the New York City Police Department?

Yes, I was.

How long were you a police officer?

10 years and 5 months.

Mr. Dowd,

during those 10 years as a police officer

did you use your authority

to commit crimes and acts of corruption

in violation of your sworn duty to uphold the law?

Yes, I did.

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

Yes.

- Did you commit extortion? - Yes.

- Did you engage in narcotics trafficking? - Yes.

- Did you protect drug operations? - Yes.

Did you engage in personal drug use?

Yes.

How many crimes and acts of corruption do you estimate

you committed as a New York City Police Officer?

[sighs]

Hundreds.

[camera clicking]

[siren wailing]

New York is in the grips of a crime wave.

[intense music]

Crack is now sweeping New York.

Justice Department officials now say

there is a direct link between crime and cocaine.

Evidence of heavy money

and heavy violent drug traffic is all around.

It was like the h-heyday of crack.

Every city was having trouble with violence.

Don't move.

New York City at the time

was having 3500 murders a year.

And East New York was the worst part of that.

It was a war zone.

There were empty buildings.

They were just living in them

and running electric from the street pole

to the -- to the houses.

[siren wailing]

It looked like Beirut.

East New York at the time was very, very poor

so you had all of the socioeconomic contributors to crime

all of that converging

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

[siren beeps]

East New York, Brooklyn

Seven Five Precinct

back in the late '80's

was the deadliest precinct in the country.

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The Seven Five Precinct runs north to south

from Jamaica Avenue to Starrett City.

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

We led the city in police shootings.

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

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

[bell tolling]

It was the highest murder rate in the country

in a little five square mile precinct.

You had the fucking gang bangers and the drug dealers

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

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

[gunshots]

Who the fuck did I burn to get put here?

It would scare Clint Eastwood.

The radio doesn't stop.

It's one call after another

after another, after another.

[indistinct chatter on radio]

You got a backlog of 200 jobs to answer already.

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

No, the calls are still coming in.

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

You name it, it just doesn't stop.

[siren beeps]

People on crack with guns.

Drug dealers with guns.

Young kids with guns.

They were violent, man.

Violent, violent, violent.

Welcome to East New York.

Welcome to the land of fuck.

[siren wailing]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

My name's Ken Eurell.

Grew up in Rosel, Queens.

Irish Catholic.

Catholic school for 12 years.

My mother worked in Manhattan as a bookkeeper.

And my father was a construction worker.

It wasn't a dream to become a cop.

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

I could have just as easily been a fireman.

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

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

and I was called right away.

I was called before I was 20 years old.

We got our gun and shield

and I get assigned to the Seven Five Precinct

East New York.

[siren wailing]

Before beginning your testimony

about your career as a police officer, Mr. Dowd

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

How old are you?

Thirty two.

Are you married?

Yes, I am.

How long have you been married?

- Eight years. - Do you have children?

I have two sons.

Are you from the New York area?

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

Suffolk County.

Will your family be listening to your testimony here today?

Yes.

[sighs]

When did you enter the, uh, police academy?

January 26th, 1982.

Did you receive integrity training at the academy?

Some, yes.

What do you mean by some?

We had visits from Internal Affairs officers.

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

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

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

Uh, with with the with the guy next to you

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

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

Did you personally treat it seriously?

The integrity training?

Uh, no.

Based on your conversations with your other recruits

did they treat it seriously?

No, uh, that's how we all formulated

our own opinions from that.

Based on what you could see

did the instructors treat it seriously?

Not at all.

I recall having Internal Affairs

giving a lesson to the class.

And after the in -- individual left

the -- our academy instructor looked at us and said

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

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

And this is the academy.

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

and I'm being told

you know, slide in this direction

with whatever you gotta do.

Cover your ass.

That was the biggest thing you...

Cover your ass so that you don't have

to deal with Internal Affairs.

Mr. Dowd,

in your experiences in your first year

did you come to learn what it meant

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

Yes.

Could you tell the commissioners and the public

what it means to be good

in the police jargon as you know it?

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

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

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

No matter what it is.

We began to form a bond at that early stage.

If you said blue, I said blue.

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

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

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

you always took the side of the cop

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

back you up when you needed help.

[cheering]

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

did it become particularly necessary to forge bonds

with other police officers there?

Yes.

Why was that?

Survival.

[sirens wailing]

[intense music]

[siren wailing]

Learning the streets is -- is a transition process.

And it comes from the other cops too.

You'll learn from them

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

it's telling you.

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

[dog barking]

You'll learn the eye drift of someone

who maybe has drugs on them.

You start to learn body language.

But it takes, it's a process

'cause -- just 'cause someone darts

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

You have no idea why they might be doing it.

[man laughing]

There comes a point where you have to make a decision

on taking something that you find

or vouchering something that you find.

Units 2514 can transmit on --

In the beginning, as a good rookie cop

you're gonna voucher what you find.

No matter what -- no matter what it is.

And then after probably a year or two and you

you been driving back and forth to work

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

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

You feel like no one really cares.

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

like you thought you were gonna.

785...

[vehicle horn]

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

and you know...

[siren beeps]

Eventually, one day I was hurting for money

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

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

Back then it was called a Puerto Rican Mystery.

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

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

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

I like, uh...

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

worth of tickets here.

So I suggested that

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

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

out of his wallet, left it on the backseat

and pulled out of the car. And I drove away

like I was gonna get arrested

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

When I first went to the precinct

I hear about this guy, Mike Dowd

and a group of his friends.

They had a reputation.

A reputa -- they were fucking out of control.

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I met Mikey D, obviously in the Seven Five.

Every now and then we would be paired up.

First time I knew I could trust Mikey was, um

we had handled a walk-in at the precinct.

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

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

I want to get some clothes."

Chicky and I roll up.

We walk up the fucking staircase...

Man in his 20s, Rastafarian, dreadlocks,

answers the door.

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

So at this point we know something's on.

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

whatever and she runs out. She's gone.

So Mikey grabs the guy. We get him pinned.

As I got him on the floor in his living room

there was a bag

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

Gigantic bag of fresh marijuana.

A 55 gallon drum.

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

Couldn't even tie the top.

Stalks were sticking out of the top of the bag.

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

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

I open up a bag.

The thing was loaded with money.

And he pulls out two guns.

I go, "What else is in there?"

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

closes it and puts it back under the couch.

Takes the two guns out.

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

There's cash in that bag!"

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

Minimum 20 large.

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

So I look at Mikey, he looks at me.

And I guess right at that point, right there

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

So we peeled off about 8 grand

whatever we took from him...

...left the house. I think Chicky took

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

We told the guy, y-you know

"This is your lucky day.

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

It was a good score. Yeah, absolutely.

[siren wailing]

I got two months' worth of paychecks in my pocket

and now I'm thinking...

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

Is this a plant?

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

Where's the woman? Is this a setup?

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

This is not what cops are supposed to do.

It's fucking with my head a lot.

I was cer -- certainly nervous.

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

I wasn't too worried about it.

Well the guy says you took his money.

Well, prove it.

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

No?

Well, his word against mine.

And I'm a cop.

Things began to change

when I started to find money

and drugs at different locations.

I was in control now.

And that -- that gave me the real feeling

of being in control.

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

Now it's -- now all of a sudden

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

A kid had done a stickup on Fulton.

He ran home, hid in his house.

We knocked the door down, went inside.

I knew we were in a coke house

there's t -- triple beam scales everywhere.

So I hacksaw this briefcase open

I stuck my hand and I ripped out this bag.

A plume of fucking white powder goes flying.

I said, "Urgh! Pay dirt!"

Bags.

I'm putting bags in my coat

[squealing]

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

So we know if we had a half or a one

we were getting $20,000 at least.

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

I love to golf and...

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

and it's on a beach.

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13 New York City police officers

have been suspended.

Police are accused of accepting money from drug pushers

and committing burglaries.

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

A little crew of cops

were raiding homes

and raiding drug locations.

[siren wailing]

My brother's a fireman

in the 77 Precinct.

And he calls me up and he says

"What's going on in the 77?"

[sirens blaring]

"Cops are coming into the firehouse

and they're borrowing ladders and hatchets."

The cops were using the ladders

to go to these locations where they knew the drugs were

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

These guys had no finesse whatsoever.

These guys were absolutely berserk.

12 officers had been charged with corruption

in a Brooklyn Precinct dubbed The Alamo.

The 77 scandal shook up the whole department.

When that broke, there were

huge rumors on how the next scandal

was gonna break in the Seven Five.

So all those dirty cops

started leaving the department.

People doing crooked shit was afraid

a new scandal was gonna break out.

I wind up resigning shortly afterwards.

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

The pressure was on.

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

you know, maybe I could beat this.

Mike Dowd was the only one who gambled.

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

The last thing the police department wanted after the 77

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

There were not any other cops like Michael Dowd.

He was a criminal. Dowd was a criminal.

Look up, up, er, in the dictionary

I don't give a fuck

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

Michael Dowd was a crook

who ended up wearing a cop's uniform.

You know, I heard the rumors about Michael

you know, being dirty.

A once in a generation corrupt cop.

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

The normal person that's doing wrong

is going to have a fear of being caught.

That's not Michael Dowd.

Michael Dowd did not have any fear.

I never had a fear about getting busted.

Because the cops around me would never give me up.

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How busy was the 75th Precinct?

How many radio runs a day

does an average police officer handle?

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

And in a...precinct of that nature

you just mentioned a moment ago

that it was particularly necessary to forge bonds

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

That you protect each other on the street?

Yes, very much so.

Do you believe if a cop is not a good cop

in the way you described it, that his safety

in a command like that might be jeopardized?

Yes.

The streets of New York and Brooklyn in particular

uh, you know, it was like a bloodbath.

[indistinct chatter on radio]

I mean there was a 1000 shootings a year

in my precinct alone, you know.

A hundred murders a year.

[siren wailing]

You want to go home at night.

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

you gotta trust him.

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

About two years working into the Seven Five

I had an opening in my car.

Kenny was griping that the only one left around

was this Michael Dowd.

He was trying to find himself a partner.

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

'Cause he had heard all the stories.

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I actually went to roll call.

I said, "Stop putting Dowd in the car.

I don't want to work with him."

And it fell on deaf ears.

We started working together.

Before you know it, we started to get

a little bit of comfortability working with one another.

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

We make a personal connection about our wives.

We get married at the same time.

We're both around the same age.

We had sons at the same time.

That's it.

It was a real personal connection there.

You know, I gained his respect.

And then, then his trust.

And it -- it came to a point I says

"Why don't we make this official?"

And at some point he goes

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

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

Le -- let's be partners."

Our future Lieutenants.

His friends would come over and say

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

This guy is trouble."

He was totally corrupt.

They said to me

"No, don't work with Dowd.

"You're gonna end up in trouble.

Give up the car if you have to."

It's no joke.

This is a big mistake.

I could see the pain he had to endure

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

in order to become my partner.

[indistinct chatter on radio]

My response was

"He knows what he's doing out there.

"He can handle himself on the street.

"I don't have to worry about him.

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

"How much trouble can I actually get into?"

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He stood by me.

Kenny's the type of guy that...

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

And I really, really admired it.

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

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

Do you believe if a cop is not a good cop

in the way you describe it that his

safety in a command like that might be jeopardized?

Yes.

In -- in what sense?

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

...you might be more slow to react

to his, uh, calls for help

and which are quite a few.

Is that particularly true if a cop is known

as a rat or a complainant

or someone who talks to supervisors?

Definitely. More so.

- Even more so? - More so.

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[music continues]

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

approximately a year and a half, maybe two years.

At this point, you're learning quick.

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

You still responded as a cop

and if you saw an opportunity

you took and made money.

So Mike starts talking about money day and night.

There's money all over this precinct.

How much money could be grabbed

and be in our pockets.

These drug dealers got money.

Just look at these people.

They're rolling in with brand new Porsches,

brand new Jaguars.

He's looking for any job to come over,

any situation where he could

get me to cross the line.

He needs my full participation

in order for him to make real money.

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

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

considerable amounts for a policeman

who's making 36,000 dollars a year.

I probably made that in scores in the last year.

Give dad a kiss.

I'm making about 600 and change a week.

I have a mortgage. I have two cars.

My wife's not working at that time.

I'm living from paycheck to paycheck.

The thought of...

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

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

which is what he wanted to do.

A few minutes ago,

when you were saying

how you were making money off drug dealers

you also said there were other ways to make money.

Is that what you're referring to?

Yes. There are other ways.

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

Well, did you actually engage in burglaries?

Yes.

Will you tell us some of the circumstances please?

Um...

[police sirens blaring]

A job comes over the radio.

A woman's house down the block was burglarized.

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

standing outside her front door.

And we start going through the whole place.

Find out there's no burglars in the building.

I had gotten a new partner at the time

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

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

...I had to...

I had to give him some reason to think

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

Mike grabs the girl and goes

"Do you know if your parents kept any money

or valuables anywhere?"

So she called her mother and her mother told her

where the money was hidden...

...and I found it...

...for her.

But she never got it.

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

around up there, and he goes

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

And I'm not thinking really anything of it.

And we drive away.

And Mike reaches into his pocket

pulls out a $100 bill and goes

"This, this is for you."

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

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

He knows where it came from.

And he accepted it willingly.

And I put it in my pocket.

That 100 dollars sat on the top of my locker

on the top shelf for the longest time.

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

but I didn't spend it.

[intense music]

And a couple of days later, I was in court

and he's working with this female cop.

We get in the car and we get a call

for a burglary over on Hegeman Avenue.

We get to the house.

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

Anti-crime shows up,

which is the plainclothes unit for the precinct.

I happen to just go bag a closet

and in the closet it's anti-crime.

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

fucking garbage bag filled with cash.

So I look at him, he looks at me.

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

"Fucking spend the whole day vouchering cash?

Just leave it there. Fuck it."

So Mike smooth talks anti-crime

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

"You gotta stamp each bill.

"You gotta initial each bill.

That's gonna take you for fucking ever."

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

And I go back, rip open the bag

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

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

There's cops all over the place.

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

So I went over to the payphone

and called Chicky.

I get a call from Mikey and he says

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

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

"but I got a new partner.

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

"Need you to get over there right away

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

I got a bag full of money in an apartment

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

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

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

"You better call somebody, you better steal one

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

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

Just making sure no one would go in the house.

This way, any way you could circle a block.

I didn't leave that door basically.

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

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

You know, it's our responsibility to sort of

safeguard the location.

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

and we go over there dressed as detectives.

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

Chicky pulled up.

[knocks on door]

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

A phony shield, to the landlord.

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

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

"The cops were just here.

I need to check it out."

We get in there.

Your chest is blowing up,

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

what's gonna happen next.

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

all of that, but the adrenaline rush...

It's nothing you ever felt.

And that rush goes on.

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

Till you're home.

Doesn't die down and you get the shakes.

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

Good cop shows up, what do I tell him?

I'm not even on the job anymore.

I know I got Mikey handling everything outside,

as far as any on the units showing up

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

So the only other thing I'm worried about is

a bad guy.

Anything could have happened.

I might have had to tune somebody up.

I might have...been dead.

[instrumental music]

We search and exactly where Mikey said

he saw this bag of money, it was there.

It's all packaged the way drug dealers package it

with the rubber band, 1000 dollar bundles.

Thousands of dollars in it.

Thousands of dollars in it.

The car takes off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, I fucking banged out early,

drove over to my friend's house...

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

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

Then we go to Atlantic City

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

into 100 dollar bills.

We sit down and we play a while.

We eat a while, whatever it is.

And we come back...

...with the clean money.

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

in your pocket in one day,

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

Forget about Beverly Hills and all that other stuff.

The ghetto is one of the richest neighborhoods there is.

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

"We could have went back after anti-crime.

"It could have been just you and me.

I wouldn't have had to call them."

$50,000? Fuck!

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

impressed by the money, and I told him

you know, far as I'm concerned

if there's three pieces of rice on the table

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

So, that's how I see this.

And he went, "I'm in."

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

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

that you were gonna graduate into more serious crimes

at this point in your career.

Did you accomplish that objective?

Eventually?

Yes.

How did you accomplish that objective?

Well, what had happened was...

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

we -- we had a very strong relationship

with a -- with a local drug dealer.

His name was Mr. Perez.

[instrumental music]

I'm driving up Van Siclen

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

...very attractive Hispanic woman, very slender

red pump heels on, long black, flowing hair,

standing next to a shiny, beautiful, red Corvette.

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

You know, a beautiful woman

standing next to a beautiful car.

I mean how perfect could it get?

I had my Corvette parked outside,

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

My wife was there cleaning the car and

police car stopped right in front of my shop.

This dark skinned Dominican guy that looked like a string bean

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

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

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

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

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

He kept looking at my wife.

What's up with this girl here?

He goes to me, "What girl?"

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

He said, "That's my wife ."

So in total disbelief, I said

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

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

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

"Wow, you must be something."

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

You know, to get close to me.

Baron Perez was the owner of a stereo installation shop.

Auto Sound City.

In the front it had a little store

where they sell all the equipment

and in the back was the shop

we'd use for the repairs and installation.

Drug dealers are the ones with money.

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

More they could put in the car the better.

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

I know his clients are drug dealers.

He knows that I know his clients are drug dealers.

He knows that I know he's a player.

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

but he sees the glee in my eye...

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

we made an agreement as friends.

So here I am, I happen to cross

this individual running a proprietorship

with nothing but drug money

coming in and out of the place all day long.

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

[dramatic music]

La Compania

is a very serious Dominican gang.

They made a lot of money.

Millions and millions of dollars.

La Compania was

one of the most powerful drug organizations

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

Jose Montalvo, also known as Chelo

was the original leader

of La Compania and was responsible for its operation.

Me and my partner are working

on the drug side of Chelo's organization.

Joe Hall and his partner are working

on the murder side of Chelo's organization.

I have a large carton of homicides

that I can attribute to La Compania.

Chelo saw himself as a businessman.

The Company was set up very much like a business.

They had supervisors.

They had workers. They had runners.

Runners would take the drugs from the Heights,

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

And they had the manufacturing part,

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

Their shifts matched

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

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

For Chelo, it meant when his vulnerability was highest

the police presence was lowest in the precinct.

[siren blaring]

The only aspect of it that made it a little different

than a business is if

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

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

Chelo was not intimidating to look at.

But he has this darkness, you know?

He was a brutal guy.

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

He killed a lot of people.

The Company was very violent.

I mean there were murders of people

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

There were murders of people who were

in The Company who they perceived as a threat.

There were murders of rivals.

They brought people specifically from the Dominican Republic

to work in New York, whose only job

was to kill people they saw as a threat.

Just by the murders alone,

we knew we were up against a tough,

a really tough crew.

Really tough crew.

The time is now approximately 18:40 hours.

We are conducting this video surveillance

for the Brooklyn North Narcotics Area Office.

My investigation, the La Compania investigation

was two locations in East New York.

Pine and Pitkin and Norwood and Fulton.

Early on in the investigation

we received information about Chelo.

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

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

We were right in front of the Pichardo Restaurant,

where we knew members of the organization would hang out,

the bosses would hang out.

Tom and I are in the van

and we're comfortable, having our coffee.

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

So Tom, being a DEA agent,

he starts taking shots.

[camera clicking]

And we're pretty excited

because we know that everybody showing up

is a part of Chelo's crew.

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

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

'Cause at that point we had cooperators

that would point to us,

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

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

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

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

I'm giving it a little bit more time

but I'm getting the heebie-jeebies.

I'm saying something's up.

The way they're looking at us.

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

As I start the van, voom!

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

and they've had their eye on it.

And I hear, "Vida vida!"

And then I -- I see a guy walk over

pop the trunk of a blue Chevelle.

The back comes up and they start reaching in

and they start bringing out hardware.

I saw about maybe 4 or 5 guns

come out of the trunk of that car.

And I see a fucking street sweeper

come out of the trunk of the car.

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

I had my little 5 shot, Tom had his 9

but we were fucking, we were sitting in there

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

And as they start to bring out the hardware,

I get the car around in time...

[tires screeching]

As we pulled out, two rounds are fired.

So now I'm really flying out of there.

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

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

[imitates a revving car]

...and they start flying towards us.

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

I pull over the radio

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

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

Central calls back and she said

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

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

[dramatic music]

I go down Atlantic Avenue.

I go West. I jump over the sidewalk.

There's a sidewalk divider there.

I jump over the sidewalk, they do the same.

They jump over the sidewalk with their sedans.

And I start to head towards

the Seven Five Precinct, to the fort.

[music continues]

I think we went down Essex Street, or Linwood Street

and they stopped their pursuit.

[dramatic music]

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

He has an organization in the neighborhood.

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

And he wants to know

if you can give me some information about narcotics.

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

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

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

and we will offer our services...

...to this Dominican drug gang.

Chelo, he would pay Baron and I would pick

the money up at Baron's shop.

Our first burglary scene we went to,

Mike threw me the hundred dollars.

I thought I could always come back from that.

[instrumental music]

Now we're dealing with a major drug organization

and it would, supposed to get systematic payoffs?

There's, there's no turning back.

There's no becoming a cop again.

[instrumental music]

Kenny and I pick up our money

that Chelo had dropped off.

Get to my house, counting the money,

the money is short.

Mike is fucking pissed.

They fucking shorted us. They fucking shorted us.

I'm a New York City cop.

I'm taking a risk of going to jail

for a long period of time

and you're gonna short me, a dime?

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

Mike was mad, Kenny was mad

and fuck this and fuck that and...

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

So I sat in front of Chelo's drug spot

for 4 days, every night.

Just sat there. Chasing people.

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

Harassing 'em, pulling 'em over.

He fucking sends a message over to Baron.

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

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

Went to work the next day,

happened to go down Fulton right in front of Hale

and here comes this Porsche, pulling away.

I had never seen this guy in person,

but I knew it was his car.

I pulled him over.

License and registration.

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

'cause he never saw me.

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

pulls out his license and registration, insurance card.

I take it, throw it back in his fucking car

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

And he looks at me

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

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

"You're gonna have me killed?

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

"and I'll be a real man.

"Get out of your fucking car right now!

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

"and we'll see who wins.

"Let's do it right now.

"You fucking owe me money

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

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

I never said anything about the money to him.

You call it off right now.

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

Like, this is for fucking real.

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

and me not fucking come find you. I did.

Day 1 I found you!

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

He goes, "Mike, Chelo just called me.

"Told me the hit's off.

Come by. I got something for you."

Walked into Baron's office at Auto Sound City

he handed me $700.

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

with these guys no more.

Baron is a - - is a businessman.

So he says to me, "I got another guy

who I think can use our help now."

So you had The Company, was a drug organization

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

Then you had another organization

doing pretty much the same thing

uh, run by Adam Diaz.

Nothing at all.

Because The Company was a fucking low scale shit.

Half a grand, grand shit are dimes.

Dimes!

He didn't have the connections I had.

I could take him off of the fucking business

in a heartbeat.

But I didn't want to do that.

Why, because he didn't represent

no -- no competition to me.

And on top of that, his sister...

[instrumental music]

...was in love with me.

Beautiful girl.

I was banging the shit out of her.

Balls.

And you gotta be responsible.

[camera click]

I now haul a lot of kilos on Escobar.

Because I know the stamp.

When you have a Colombian connection

if they bring you 1500 kilos

and you have it in a place

you're already responsible for that.

I don't care if tomorrow the kilos goes down

$2000 a piece, $3000, $5000

it doesn't matter, you're already responsible

for that amount.

You better fucking come forward with the money.

Or fucking they kill you.

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

I had, uh, several stores open.

In East New York.

Lake Avenue, Crescent Avenue

Van Siclen Avenue, New Lots and Vermont.

You, this a regular grocery store.

Any regular customer will walk in the aisle

take their cereal, take their whatever.

The other clients that will go for the other product

will walk quietly all the way to the back.

In the back, it was a metal door.

You knock on that door and the guy will

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

I want half a key, I want 62 ounces.

So when they come out of there

they come out with a whole bunch of grocery

but underneath all of that, you got kilos.

When I saw Adam the first time

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

I knew Baron for a while already.

I took him a Porsche, a 911, candy red

beautiful vehicle, and I said, "Look Baron.

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

"I like Bryan Adams, you know?

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

"with big speakers.

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

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

on my Porsche."

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

to pick up my Porsche

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

And the car sounded like a fucking club.

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

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

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

But it's up to you."

[instrumental music]

I had three fucking machines counting money.

And it's still not enough time.

[blowing a raspberry]

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

Wanna talk to me about

they could protect your business

and they could give you information

about when they're gonna raid at your place.

I told Baron, okay.

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

Kenny and I discuss a few things

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

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

Fucking Mike was a fucking brain.

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

so he could trust me."

I said, "No problem."

We go in the back room.

Baron makes a couple of quick introductions.

The first time I saw Kenny

He had the cop look.

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

Mike didn't.

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

Mike was...like me.

Mike starts laying it down on the line.

$24,000 down payment

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

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

or are aware of any undercover activity in the area

we would inform him.

We will make sure all the other places are raided.

You tell us where your competition is.

We'll make sure Narcotics knocks them out.

We will tell you when Narcotics is in the area.

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

He wanted to own cops.

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

I call one of my guys.

He brought me the money.

Here Mike...take a walk.

[instrumental music]

The -- the look of Mike

and Kenny

when they first got the payoff...

Christmas in June, maybe. Ha ha ha.

Me and Mike were -- were ridiculously happy.

I mean, I know I was.

We had left there

with a nice load of money in our hands.

We're two young guys with -- with

two young, beautiful wives and young kids.

And it's almost like time for celebration.

My wife was in the precinct that day

visiting her grandmother who lived in the precinct.

Michael and Kenny picked me up.

I was sitting in the backseat.

I asked how their day was.

I tell my wife

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

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

on the ride home. Oh, no problem."

I open it up and it was money.

And I basically screamed. I was like --

[gasps]

She's just beside herself.

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

Money...always feels good.

And I tried to reassure her.

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

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

Mike was driving pretty erratically

and he was going fast.

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

We get pulled over.

Before the cop even was out of his car

Mike was out of his car

walking back to the cop with his tin out.

What is he stopping a cop for?

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

"I think you both are crazy.

This is trouble."

Adam would, uh, do his business

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

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

like take his money and or drugs out of the building

and bring 'em to wherever his stash house was.

He asked us to ride shotgun for him

so that if there were people tailing him

they would see that he had juice.

That the police were protecting his moves.

No one's gonna try to rob him

while they see a patrol car 10 feet behind.

Mike was in charge

to protect my stuff

from point A to point B.

We were like their -- their "Brinks."

We were, you know

protectin' him, making sure he was not robbed.

He had a police escort.

Well, he did have a police escort, yeah.

Michael Dowd got me vest.

Police officer's bullet proof vest

for me and my guys.

Original shit from the storage in the precinct.

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

Like, "Wow, Adam got it going on.

"Adam, he controls the cops.

We have nothing to worry about."

[static]

There was guys that were competition to me.

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

They call him Dominica.

Short guy...fat.

He think he's a gangster.

A fucking pussy.

He started giving me a hard time...

...stealing my customers.

Because he happened to be in front of my store

I can't kill him.

His wife knew me. His mother knew me.

Everybody knew me.

If he's dead, the next day

what the fuck is gonna happen to me?

The Feds come in after me.

Can't touch the guy.

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

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

So what is it Mike did?

He parked the fucking

police officer car right in his corner.

My customers was, were fucking going to his spot.

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

Kenny and I happened by chance to be passing

in the back of the location one day

and we see unmarked cars

guys in beards

the whole, unmarked, droopy look going on.

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

And they said, "We got a spot

we're doing around the block later."

Okay, great.

I fucking hit the lights and sirens almost

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

I go into the bodega

I take two Heinekens out of the freezer

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

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

I pick up all my guys

"Alright guys, closed for the day."

"What do you mean, Adam?"

"Closed for the day.

Everyone, let's go."

I wouldn't leave not one guy there.

I would leave the store guy

the guy behind the counter.

20 minutes later, we drive back around

and they had search lights, dogs.

The whole drug organization

was being taken down that day.

When the Feds come or the State comes

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

We don't sell no drugs here."

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

"I don't give a shit where you came

"or who you fucking purchased drugs from.

"We don't sell drugs, my man.

"We sell groceries.

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

The DEA was a little bit upset

and Brooklyn North Narcotics

who they worked in the joint task force with

was upset because they didn't find

a gram of salt in the building.

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

[instrumental music]

Michael Dowd was a very loyal part of my crew.

Between me and him was like

more like a brotherhood thing going on.

Like, I could talk to him

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

Baron would call us on a Tuesday

and say, your money's here.

And it went like clockwork.

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

It's surreal to me.

I'm, like, almost outside my body.

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

and now I'm a criminal.

[instrumental music]

Lot of planning's for the robberies would begin

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

Talk to Adam

Adam wants us to hit this spot

how do you think we should find out about it?

We throw ideas back and forth

uh, let's send Chicky in.

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

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

and what we had heard and what we had saw.

We started to get the reports

from wherever Narcotics had been.

If Narcotics went to a building or a location

we would start to stake out the location.

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

when it was going out, who was coming in

and who was going out.

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

pull him over, pat him down?

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

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

"this is Brooklyn, what are you doing

you visiting somebody?"

"There's not a house around for blocks

what are you doing?"

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

...hit it later.

Mike had a friend

in the police precinct.

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

- Uh, yeah, Walter.

Fucking big guy, huge guy.

Motherfucker's big.

Walter's a madman.

Just straight up adrenaline.

Go through the window, go through the door

didn't -- didn't bother.

Straight up...

...madman.

Michael liked the idea...

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

6'5", 290 pounds.

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

Well, the first time I saw Walter

I said to myself, "Bad."

We liked to have coverage.

Cops working and cops off duty.

We could put these things together where we were on duty

and if the police got called

we'd be the responding police team.

We put it all together

and then, um, we hit the place.

You walk in like you own the fucking place.

Everybody on the floor, now!

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

You knock somebody down

you know, you put a gun to his fucking head

you fire a shot over his fucking head

that's an attention getter.

Mike, he's just crazy.

He'll do what he wants, when he wants

and where he wants to do it.

Michael's favorite line was

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

They put everyone on the floor

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

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

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

Same way you were taught

got a guy in the front, guy in the back

got an entry team.

They trained us to see things

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

And if all that works, you walk out of there

with the bag full of fucking money

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

"What the fuck just happened?"

There's plenty of times where we had to basically

knock people out.

There's times where we had to beat people.

We weren't leaving there empty-handed.

- No.

Well, they just lost 50 grand in drug money

and 5 kilos of cocaine

wh -- what were they gonna report?

Guys knew they ratted us out...

...wouldn't be pretty.

Not gonna say, sit here

and say that we would kill somebody or something

but these guys knew not to fuck with us.

So he went in there

fucking put everybody on the floor

guns in the fucking air

fucking...

...kicked ass.

[instrumental music]

This guy named Franklin...

...fucking dope head

fucking asshole.

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

This guy got a fucking Uzi

9 millimeter, all kinds of fucking weapons.

Elvis is ready, closing out this place.

He had to put all the money together

and bag it up, 10,000 a package.

All of a sudden...

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

Stick up Elvis

stick up 14 of my guys.

So we heard the commotion on the stairs

and we saw Franklin.

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

The room went quiet

because I was just waiting for that pop.

Meanwhile, they were just taking everything.

It was Christmas time.

I was so fucking embarrassed.

How the fuck, I have people with guns and everything

and these guys made it through.

Went all the way upstairs to the third floor.

Franklin is a fucking guy

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

no danger, he don't give a shit.

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

in front of the building

and he grabs the guy in the door and say

"Open the fucking door.

I'm going upstairs."

The guy opens the fucking door.

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

See, that's the difference

between real guys and a fucking pussy guy.

I would never open that door.

Kill me, I'm not opening that door.

[exhales sharply]

Wow.

Got to be $700,000 something.

I'm not worried about the money

that -- that ain't shit to me.

My problem is, they making my spot hot

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

I told Mike and Kenny...

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

...for you to find this motherfucker

and just fucking...

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

I'll take care of the rest.

Me and Mike...

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

We're out looking for Franklin.

Now we've got to get our product back.

That's our product.

This guy was pissing off our boss

as far as we were concerned.

Within like 6 or 7 days

Kenny and I found him

pulled him over.

Yeah, he did.

Um, he's not around anymore.

Now, I'm not saying I killed him.

He's not around anymore.

[gunshots]

[laughs]

[seagulls squawking]

Who did you consider to be your primary employer

in fact, at this point, Mr. Dowd?

The department who gave you your shield

or the drug traffickers

who were willing to pay you because of it?

[instrumental music]

The money itself, it was -- it was flowing

nicely there for quite some time.

Every week, on time

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

So we planned trips around Atlantic City

stopped there with a limousine

and picked it up on the way.

Me, my wife, Mike and his wife, Bonnie

Chicky and his wife

They were counting money in the back seat

the girls were all excited

so it really made you feel like, you know

you're there, you've arrived.

Um, my lifestyle was pretty good.

Trips, jewelry, vacations.

Life was good. We were rolling.

How important was that New York City paycheck

to you at this time?

Well, I used to forget to pick it up.

Paycheck goes into the bank, your paycheck pays all

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

And I had a loan on my Lincoln.

There was no reason not to have payments

because I had cash to spend on everything else.

For vacation, furniture, appliances.

You pay for in cash.

Kenny and Michael's experiences

just brought them closer and closer together.

Thought of him as my brother, my best friend.

Like many good partnerships

you have to have a yin and a yang.

You can't have two exact same personalities.

You always let someone take the lead.

He let me, and he did the paperwork.

He's rock solid with the numbers.

Kenny writes down every lottery number.

Every Sunday, he writes down the lottery numbers.

Does he play the lottery?

No.

No. I have notebooks.

He kept things straight

'cause Mike

was in so many different directions.

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

They were like brothers.

I would say husband and wife, because

Michael literally took my husband out of my bed

for sometimes no other reason than

Michael needed to drink.

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

Could you tell the commissioners and the public

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

Uh, '87 Corvette.

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

We're making 600 dollars a week.

You can't afford a brand new Corvette.

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

Don't drive this fucking car to the precinct.

The next day he brought that car to the precinct.

The reason I drove

the Corvette to work

was my wife and I had a deal.

Two weeks of the month, she gets the Corvette

two weeks of the month, I get the Corvette.

It happened to be my two week period

where I had no other car at the time.

So it was either drive her car...

...which...

I didn't have a car.

I give it to Kenny.

It takes a lot of fucking man

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

Mike was fucking nuts.

I trusted Kenny implicitly.

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

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

just continued on a daily basis

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

Without Kenny

he wouldn't function.

You know what I mean?

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

"Adam, forget about Mike.

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

Without Mike, you're not welcome.

[siren wailing]

We were the best backup team in the precinct.

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

your life came back into your hands

the blood started to flow back through your body again

'cause they knew they were safe.

[siren wailing]

One thing we did was always

looked out for the other cops around us.

70, 91, 077, King Robert...

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

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

Kenny and I showed up, we shanghaied the perp

put him in the car.

We were like a block and a half from the precinct

to drop off the prisoner at the precinct.

In that time

call comes over the radio.

And we hear 10-13 shots fired.

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

A cop yelling into the radio

screaming for his life.

10-10 shots fired, 10-13.

And you hear the gunfire going off in the background.

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

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

Get out of the car.

And headed over to Bradford and Pitkin.

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

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

You hear rounds popping off

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

As soon as we pull up

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

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

And the eeriest sight of your life

there's a cop in uniform

happened to be a Transit Police Department

sergeant in uniform.

And he's carrying this fucking guy.

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

walking down the street.

We still smell the fucking gunpowder.

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

"He's a cop."

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

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

Throw him in the back of our patrol car

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

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

telling -- telling central that we're transportin'

the cop shot to, um, Brookdale Hospital.

To get this guy from Pitkin Avenue to Brookdale Hospital

was maybe 5, 6 minutes.

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

I'm fucking flying now.

Lights, no sirens

and I'm fucking

I'm trying to close the door.

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

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

[sirens wailing]

We're screaming over the radio

get somebody at Brookdale Hospital

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

...bringing in a wounded cop.

A New York City transit officer was killed last night

in a spray of bullets from automatic weapons.

Transit police officer Robert Venable

age 35, on the job with an undercover unit.

[instrumental music]

I was hit with a lot of guilt

after officer Venable was killed.

I wanted to feel the pain.

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

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

to share that pain with him

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

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

Mike was so depressed about the whole fucking deal.

When that shit happened, he said, Adam

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

Man, help me out.

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

I just couldn't do it.

If Kenny gets shot

fucking I'll find the guy

I'll take care of him.

Or Chicky gets shot.

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

No problem.

It's a pleasure.

But someone I don't know.

No way.

[instrumental music]

You get worked up telling these stories, you know?

I cried over it many times, you know

I did my fu -- I did my crying.

And here I was fucking saving drug dealers

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

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

Officer Venable, that he did, you know

he was just happened to be there

that's all that was.

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

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

No.

- So, Mr. Dowd. - Yeah.

Let me ask the question another way.

Did you consider yourself to be a New York City cop

or drug trafficker?

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

[dramatic music]

We have this informant in, talking to us.

He's giving us really good information.

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

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

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

of course, I want to hear everything.

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

because I'm talking about boys in blue.

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

Oh, they got cops working for 'em.

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

It's the leadership of the organization

spreading rumors that we got cops working for us.

It sorta keeps everybody worried

that if they cooperate

they'll find out about it.

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

because he's been good to this point.

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

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

And he says, it's Mike the cop

and he drives a red Corvette.

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

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

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

these kind of things.

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

...drives a red corvette.

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

Oh, I have...

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

has made me combine

into one investigation.

And it involves Dowd

and his crew.

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

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

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

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

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

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

...perp.

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

I'm having a problem reconciling this.

The feeling that I get is, perp.

[bell ringing]

What I begin to do is observations...

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

And it's a very precarious thing to do.

Remember, they're cops.

If you're going to follow somebody...

...you have to try to do it obviously

without them knowing that you're doing it.

And it's not like TV...

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

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

...they never see you there.

Yeah, it just doesn't happen like that.

Michael Dowd had a red corvette.

He would pull out of the Seven Five Precinct

and he would run every red light...

...looking into the mirror the entire time.

So you have to devise another way of doing it.

You don't start out at the precinct

you may start out on the conduit

so he can run all his lights and see nobody.

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

or the Southern State.

Catching a cop...

...by another cop is heartbreaking.

If you're a cop...

...and you took that oath...

...it means everything to you

that you represent and that you're correct.

When you take this job, you raise your hand.

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

to save complete strangers.

And to Michael Dowd, that meant nothing.

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

You're hurting a fucking scumbag drug dealer.

Do you know what kind of pain and suffering

that money caused on the streets?

Do you know how many people's lives were ruined

by the drugs that that money bought?

In New York, drugs were blamed

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

Bodies of a mother and her two children

were found wrapped in sheets and blankets.

The victims were tied up

and either shot to death, or strangled.

Drugs may have been involved in yesterday's massacre

of ten people in a Brooklyn home.

This was, East New York

Crown Heights, Bedford-Stuyvesant.

All low income areas.

People that were suffering enough

for a whole lot of reasons

they depend upon us

to keep it safe for them

to just do the common, everyday thing.

Now...

...I have cops...

...making it possible for this poison

to get onto the streets

to destroy people's lives

to destroy entire neighborhoods.

Pfft.

Top of the line.

All the way to the fucking captain.

I used to carry a radio so I could listen

to who was doing what?

Aside from Dowd, Eurell, and Yurkiw

there wound up being

honest to God

25, 30 people.

Michael Dowd is definitely the brains of the operation.

We started to look for other avenues to make money

we decided to distribute cocaine out on Long Island.

We were purchasing large amounts of cocaine

from Baron Perez and Adam Diaz.

We used to stop at my house

on the way home, to drop off the coke.

It was like... huge bricks...

...of glimmering, primo cocaine...

...in my kitchen.

My wife was disgusted, disappointed

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

Please...please stop.

At this point, we had some nice cash

sitting around, the two of us.

So, why not just back the cocaine operation financially.

We enlisted one dealer

and set him up in business.

They mainly had this guy, Harry, distribute it.

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

...not slick

not especially smart.

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

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

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

I was...

...using the undercover name Brian.

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

I got information about a subject named Harry.

Money was rollin' in...

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

Your feeling, and your reaction to the fact

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

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

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

...did that for instance, somehow embolden you

to do more in this area, did you feel free

about what you were gonna do?

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

that I got away with so many of these things.

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

Just fucking greed.

Also, mind you, I was

becoming heavily addicted to cocaine and alcohol...

...so my inhibitions were down.

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

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

...it certainly shocked me.

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

how, sometimes, I showed up for work.

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

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

...we're gonna get fucking arrested.

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

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

I don't think it bothered him so much.

On January 2nd of 1992...

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

When the undercover...

...sends the coke to the lab

we have quantitative or qualitative tests

done on the cocaine.

It comes back 95% pure.

Somebody...

...was bringing pure coke into Suffolk County.

Based on your personal knowledge

why weren't other police officers in your command

turning you in?

Because I'm still a cop.

Cops don't turn in other cops.

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

from Diaz is as fast as he's doin'

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

Even when the person they're depending on

for survival is doing lines of coke in the RNP

is drinking daily to this date

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

even then, they remained silent?

Cops don't want to be labeled as rats.

Cops depend on one another to survive out there.

Kenny, talked to me one time and said

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

I said, "What?"

I know he's doing a little fucking blow

sometimes in a while, but...

Fuck everything, fuck them, fuck this.

I'm gonna do what I want.

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

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

You felt like you were God.

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

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

Invincible.

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

He never acted afraid

he never showed himself to be afraid

I considered myself both a cop and a gangster.

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

and that was gonna be the end.

[tires screeching]

If I was getting too close, you could quit.

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

quitting ain't too easy.

The game keeps pulling you back in.

And then you start to wonder

maybe I will get pinched.

[static]

One Sunday mornin'

we go to my parents' house for breakfast.

Dada! Dada!

Pack up the kids in my car...

Say, hi.

My wife gets in the car

I start driving down my block to the corner.

We see a white car...

...someone in it.

Sitting there on the corner

on a Sunday mornin'

is that typical undercover cop car.

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

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

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

But I'm not worried...

...no coke at my house.

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

"to have a scale

"and cocaine in the house

to bust you for dealing drugs."

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

I had seen a couple cars followin' me.

I knew somethin' wasn't right.

Harry owes me cash.

I go out during the night

to pick up my money, park in the driveway

I go in the side door.

He's dripping wet

I mean, dripping. We're talking May.

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

It's 10 o'clock at night.

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

I drove up to the precinct.

I walked up the precinct steps.

I felt the tension all around me.

The desk officer pointed

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

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

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

"for a-a department ordered drug test."

[indistinct yelling]

Within 2 minutes

Suffolk County narcotics slams the front door.

Get down, get down.

Vest, helmets, shield

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

They throw me up against the wall

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

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

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

around me, following me, like blanketing me

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

and I go to put my civilian clothes on

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

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

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

walks up and says, "Suffolk County Police Department

you're under arrest for narcotics conspiracy"

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

I tried to unload.

The next picture that you see

is a daisy chain of cops

is being led out of a precinct in Suffolk County

and they're New York City cops.

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

The NYPD is under the gun again.

Cops dealing drugs, stealing money and guns

shaking down shopkeepers.

6 New York City police officers charged

with conspiring to sell cocaine.

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

Cops arrested on corruption-related charges.

And a new breed of corrupt cop

none was more notorious than officer Michael Dowd.

He was dirty up to his eyeballs.

The story of cops and robbers

see if you can tell one from the other.

[intense music]

I was driving into work

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

had been arrested in Suffolk County.

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

"Suffolk County got them?"

I wasn't scared.

It was almost like a sense of relief hit me.

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

Thank you for saving my fucking life."

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

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

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

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

This is just another -- this is just another obstacle

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

In my mind, I was gonna get around this.

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

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

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

It was at my insistence that we try to develop

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

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

He said, "Leave the fucking country.

"You're doing 25 to life in the state

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

You're done."

He knows I'm in a spot.

Comes to me and says, "Are you interested

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

There's a drug lord whose wife is holding off

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

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

grab any money and drugs in the house

turn her over to the Colombians for execution.

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

and, uh, at least 10 kilos."

He has this whole plan to flee bail

with a kidnappin' and murder scheme.

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

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

He says, "I'm in."

Well, that's all I wanted to hear.

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

It's me and Kenny back together again.

[intense music]

Mike picks me up the next mornin'.

We went off to Avon Street.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, when the call came in on the scanner

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

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

"The -- the block is staked out."

"Mike, I came all the way this far

we're going to the fucking house."

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

So, rather than stop at Avon Street

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

We get the fuck out of there.

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

sort of closing in on the location behind us.

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

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

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

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

And I'm not believing this.

I went home, walked in the door

looked at my wife, she says

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whoo-whoo-whoo.

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

[tires screeching]

[door opens and closes]

When they walked in my door

I knew it was Kenny.

How the fuck could he do this?

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

[intense music]

We decided to approach a person who appeared to be

from our information, and from the Suffolk County case

the less culpable of the 2 individuals.

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

[siren wailing]

Kenny's attorney brings him in.

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

I get all the background information.

And it sort of sets him at ease

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

Then I throw out the name Baron Perez.

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

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

federal criminal investigation that goes back years.

They had been taping Auto Sound City

Baron, Michael Dowd, drug transactions

that Michael Dowd bodyguarded for the drug dealers.

They had informants inside, the whole thing.

They even had me on tape.

Kenny's attorney's gonna tell him

"Your exposure just went from whatever the state

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

at this in the federal system."

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

[instrumental music]

There's a Colombian livin' in my house.

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

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

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

Kenny spoke to Marty, our lawyer.

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

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

"Kenny, it's Rico.

"You're looking at 25 years.

"You're goin' down.

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

That was, you know, clear

that I need to start working with the DEA

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

Mike Troster gets me a micro-recorder

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

It was big.

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

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

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

Every contact is, as much as possible with Michael

has to be on audio or videotape, or both.

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

because we normally hugged each other and gave each other

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wasn't ever gonna see him again.

That this is probably gonna turn horribly wrong.

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

in Jamaica Estates, Queens.

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

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

take her to a motel, and there

she would be handed over to the Colombians.

If we walked to the door with a bouquet of flowers

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

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

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

'cause I'm watching the news every day

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

Totally separate story, a lady was killed and murdered

because someone posed as a flower delivery person.

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

I hope Mike's not fucking watching the news now

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

[telephone ringing]

Yeah?

I'm watching it, yeah.

Yeah, I know, I was gonna call you

but I figured what's the point.

We did not change our plan.

Some other woman living in Queens

is not gonna not open her door for flowers.

The flower thing can be used a few times.

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

The recordings that Eurell made were extremely helpful

to prove Dowd's involvement in this crime.

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

grab the woman, grab any money or drugs in there

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

Where Kenny comes up with the idea that this woman

was gonna be delivered to Colombians and kidnapped

and executed, is beyond me.

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

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

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

Listen to the tape.

Kenny paged me in the wee hours of the morning.

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

Agents are gonna go to this woman in her house

tell her, listen your life is in jeopardy.

We're gonna put you somewhere safe

and we are gonna stay in your house.

Michael's gonna come to do the abduction

and Michael's gonna get arrested.

Didn't happen that way.

Mike picks me up the next mornin'.

We went off to Avon Street, as we approach

I go, Kenny, you got the scanner?

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

suspicious car on Avon Street.

One of the surveillance guys was parked near the house

and someone called the police on it.

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

doing a surveillance.

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

We get the fuck out of there.

As I'm driving, I see cars

just converging from everywhere.

Now my mind starts spinnin'.

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

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

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

They were -- at that point gonna grab my wife

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

to keep them safe until they could

figure out what to do with us after that.

[telephone ringing]

Troster called me and he said

that I need to get out of the house.

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

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

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

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

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

We get all the way back to my house.

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

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

Kenny never stopped me from seeing his wife

dressed or undressed and now all of sudden

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

Holy shit, I'm runnin'.

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

My wife is thinking on the fly.

She hears the car pull up in the driveway

the door's closed, she peeks out the window

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

I throw those bags into the bedroom.

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

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

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

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

...and put on a robe.

And they're banging the door.

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

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

I looked around, where's all your furniture?

Oh, you know I'm selling the house.

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

Well, it shows better when the house is empty.

He had a good answer, the motherfucker.

I'm freaking out, Mike was supposed to be

behind bars and I would not have to deal

with any of this confrontation.

Mike is pumped.

Dor, Dor, we came this close to being arrested

we were this close.

Someone ratted us out, they knew we were there.

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

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

"I'm gonna call you later."

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

and the DEA, and Internal Affairs

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

It's out of the bag, now.

He knows the DEA's got a surveillance going on

we gotta go lock up Michael.

As we were pulling up to his house

there's kids playing in the street.

I tell the kid, you need to go inside.

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

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

I didn't want a kid around.

And he runs straight to Michael Dowd's house.

It's Michael's kid.

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

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

Aw, fuck!

It's over, again.

[dramatic music]

How the fuck could he do this?

I didn't consider myself being a rat

because a rat to me, was...

A rat gets caught doing somethin'

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

...you tell on someone else.

I was already willin' to accept my sentence.

Why would Kenny do this to me?

Why would he put a wire on?

Why would he fuck me like this?

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

"about a murder and kidnappin' scheme."

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

[dramatic music]

I was very surprised at hearing that Kenny had turned.

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

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

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

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

I just can't see goin' through life

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

that I don't want to see anymore.

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

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

If Kenny would be Mike's real friend

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

...including time.

[instrumental music]

If I could relive that first moment

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

...as a 52-year-old man

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

The fourth option was go to an outside agency.

Not go to Internal Affairs and cut my own throat

not accept the money and go along with him

and not ignore it and be just as guilty.

The fourth option, which I never saw as a kid

was go to an outside agency.

I regret I ever met Mike.

It felt as though I was cheated on by my wife

when Kenny turned on me.

I -- I missed him.

[chuckles]

[dramatic music]

Commission investigation has established that

the New York City Police Department's

anti-corruption apparatus is primarily a reactive

rather than proactive, and relies almost

exclusively on complaints to gauge the extent of corruption

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

and to initiate corruption allegations.

I'd like to point out the significance of this

which is that the majority of corrupt acts committed

by police officers therefore go undetected

and uninvestigated by the New York City Police Department.

Thank you, Mr. Dowd.

This hearing is now in recess.

I always wanted to be a good cop

I didn't come on the police department

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

Yeah.

My dreams are about bein' a good cop.

Sad, though, never happened.

[Rolling Stones singing "Heartbreaker"]

* The police in New York City

* They chased a boy right through the park *

* In a case of mistaken identity *

* They put a bullet through his heart *

* Heartbreakers with your forty four *

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

to correction center for bookin'.

And at that point like a VIP entourage

comes in as we're bookin' this guy

and I hear, "Fucking Joey Hall."

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

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

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

you'd be doin' more time."

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

"to be arrested by you.

Fuck those IAD guys, they never got me."

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

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

the Rangers won the cup!"

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

* A pain maker

* Stole the love right out of you heart *

* Oh yeah

* Doo doo doo doo doo * Oh yeah

* Doo doo doo doo doo

* I wanna tear that word apart

* Oh yeah

* Doo doo doo doo doo * Oh yeah

* Doo doo doo doo doo

* I wanna tear that word apart

* Heartbreaker

* Heartbreaker

* You stole the love right out of my heart *

* Heartbreaker

* Heartbreaker

* I wanna tear that world *

* I wanna tear that world

* Ah yeah

* Ah yeah

* I wanna tear that world apart *

* Heartbreaker

* Heartbreaker

* You stole the love ah

* You stole the love ah *

* Doo doo doo doo doo doo * Ah yeah

* Doo doo doo doo doo doo

* Doo doo doo doo doo doo

* Ah yeah

* Ah yeah

* You stuck pins right in her heart *

* Ah yeah

* Doo doo doo doo do

* You heartbreaker

* I wanna tear that world apart *

* Doo doo doo doo doo

* Ah yeah

* Doo doo doo doo

* Ah yeah

* Ah yeah

* Doo doo doo doo

**