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In the criminal justice system

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

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Hey, look, you want
a donation to your
favorite charity, fine.

Just tell me what
it's gonna cost.

You'd rather pay a kickback
than to put a black man
on your payroll.

Let me tell you,
my white brother,

you do business
in this community,

you hire people
from this community.

The hell with that.

Bobby, we're here
to make this happen.

It ain't happening.

Just think what you're
doing, Books, and who
you're doing it to.

You don't like
sweet potato pie?

It's like a damn
sauna in there.

What happened
is not good, Leo.

Books is gonna tank
the whole project.

Hey, how about calling us
a car service, huh?

Call 911. It's Mr. Books.

EMS took Roland Books
to Columbia Pres.

The bodyguard
Otis Cooke was laying

on top of him
when we got here.

Doing what he was
getting paid to do.

We got four shells
on the ground.
.25 caliber.

This Books' car?

Belongs to his organization.

See the decal? AAC,
African American Congress.

All their cars have them.

Where was Books
coming from?

Around the corner. Viena's.

The hostess, Corrine
Samuels, she said Books
had an argument.

Thanks.

Miss Samuels,
I'm Detective
Lennie Briscoe.

You witnessed an argument
involving Mr. Books?

With three white men.

He was having
dinner with them,

and one of them got
mad and left early.

Any idea who they were?
No.

The short one offered
me his business card.

He said he could
fix our ventilation.

You have the card?
No.

I told him we only
use people from the
neighborhood.

Well, we'd like you
to try and describe

these three men
to a sketch artist,
if you would.

This officer will
take you down to the
precinct house, okay?

See anyone on
the street? Maybe a car?

Well, when
I came around the corner,

I heard a car hauling
ass toward Amsterdam.

What about the
two white guys
who called 911?

They were over there.
I don't know where they are.

Okay, thanks.
Look, just give
your number

to the officer over
there, all right?

All right.
This is cold, man.

Mr. Books was down
for his people.Yeah.

Right now,
his people look
a little down.

The second time in
four years a leader of
the AAC has been shot.

What do they say,
"It's lonely at
the top"?

Yeah. Now we know why.

Books is in ICU
under heavy sedation.

Do we have any good news
for the Commissioner?

Does no news still count?

We got no witnesses,
no prints on the shells...

Let's go with
the obvious suspects.

Books' people forward
his hate mail to our
bias unit.

Volume one of four.

The man loves controversy.

A lot of his
pen pals blame him

for his predecessor's
murder four years ago.

Yeah. Marcus Tate.

Mike Logan worked
on that case.
It's still open.

Not according
to these people.

They claim Books
staged a palace coup.

Yeah, with Elvis and
Bigfoot. Pass these
off to Profaci and Gia.

In the meantime,
find out who knew
Books would be at Viena's.

Oh, right. That means
talking to the friendly
folks at the AAC.

Is that a problem?

I've read their literature.
They just love white,
middle-aged cops.

Mr. Books lectured
at the Historical
Society at 7:30.

I don't know what his
plans were after that.

You're his
executive assistant.
Isn't it your job to know?

It's not my job
to take attitude
from public servants.

We're all a little
jumpy, Miss Watkins.

We don't like this
shooting any more
than you do.

Mr. Books keeps
his schedule loose

precisely to avoid
what happened last night.

Well, last night he went
to dinner with these
three men.

Any idea who they are?
I don't know.

You'll have to wait
and ask Mr. Books.

Maybe if we take
a look at his desk,
see what he was working on.

If you think I'm going
to let two cops search
his desk...

If we think
you're hiding
evidence,

you're gonna have
50 cops up here.

These are
his current projects.

Sickle cell research.
Robeson choir.

Harlem retail mall.

Building contracts.
AAC going into the
construction business?

Mr. Books is pushing
for minority hiring.

Yeah, that always
makes contractors
happy.

"Hudson Airworks,
Incorporated."

The guy who wanted
to fix the restaurant's
ventilation.

I've heard of affirmative
action before. 50% quota.
Come on.

We understand one of your
dinner companions was
pretty upset about it.

I don't know what
you're talking about.
Right.

You were the only
one who didn't hear
him yelling?

Who is it,
Mr. Robertson?

Robert Falco.
Falco Structural Steel.

Books was putting him
in a jam with the unions.

How big a jam?

Last year, Falco borrowed
three-quarters of
a million dollars

from the pension
fund at Local 838.

Falco's having a hard
time paying them back.

He's been underbid on
a couple of projects.

And the union is
leaning on him hard
to make good on the loan.

And the Harlem
contract would solve
all his problems.

Yeah, sure, as long as
everyone in Local 838
is on his payroll.

And the union don't have
a minority hiring program,
you know what I mean?

After you left the restaurant,
where did you go?

Eddie and me drove
to Cardi's for
a nightcap.

I needed a glass of
Barolo to wash down
the collard greens.

Who's Eddie?
Eddie Page.

He's married to a cousin.
He drives me around.

What time did
you get to Cardi's?

20 minutes after we
left the restaurant.

Hey, guys, am I
a suspect here
or what?

Well, we couldn't
help but notice

how getting Books
out of the way

helps you square
things with Local 838.

Oh, sure. I chew out Books
in front of a restaurant
full of people,

then I clip him
an hour later.
That's subtle.

In your line of work,
subtlety isn't required.

You want subtle?
Get out of here.

Next time you
want to talk to me,
call my lawyer.

Last night?

Yeah, he was here.
What time did he come in?

You see a clock
on the wall?

Maybe one of your patrons
looked at his watch.

You know, we can post
a couple of uniforms outside

and ask everyone
who comes in.

Falco came in
around 10:30.
He sat at the bar.

How long
did he stay?

He was waiting
for his driver.

Eddie showed up
45 minutes later.

What? Eddie was
running an errand?

Falco didn't say.

Do you happen to know
what they talked about?

Yeah, right.
Eavesdropping on
your customers.

They teach you that
at bartender's school.

We went to Eddie's
place in Bay Ridge.
He wasn't home.

His super said
he might've taken

a couple days off
to go gambling.

Yeah. We faxed his
photo and particulars

to Foxwoods and
Atlantic City.

So, he's got 45 minutes
unaccounted for.
What else?

Well, he's been
upstate a few times.

Truck hijack,
trafficking in stolen goods,
weapons possession.

And state troopers
found him in possession of
a .25 caliber in his belt,

and a .38 in
the glove compartment.

Sounds promising.
Dig a little more,

you get enough for
an arrest warrant.

Briscoe. Yeah?

Until what time?

Okay. Thank you.

Books is awake
and ready to talk.

Otis opened the door.

I heard a shot.

Then Otis pushed me down.

Did you see
who did the shooting?
No.

Otis was on top of me.

He saved my life.

Do you have any suspects?

We're looking
at a few people.

We understand you
had words with
a Robert Falco?

Yes.

Is he one of
those people?

Should he be?

Mr. Falco's beholden
to powerful interests.

I was a fly
in his ointment.

Detectives, it's time
for Mr. Books to rest.
Sure.

Mr. Books, if you
think of anything
else, let us know.

The doctors say
I can go home in
a couple of days.

I'll be watching you.
We'll all be watching you.

This time we want results.

He's the reason
I switched to homicide.

The victims don't
usually mouth off to you.

Hey, he wants to
look over my shoulder,
be my guest.

Yeah, this is Curtis.
You beeped me?

Uh-huh.

All right.
Tell them to stay
with him. Thanks.

Eddie Page showed
up at the Paradise
in Atlantic City.

Local cops are
sitting on him.

He's rolling sevens
at the craps table.

Mr. Page?
It's hotel security.

What's the problem?

We need to
come in, sir.

We have a smoke alarm
signal coming from
your room.

All right ladies,
you can get dressed now.
What is this?

This is between
Eddie and us.

Who the hell is "us"?
What is this?

Detective Curtis,
Detective Briscoe,
New York City Police.

New York City.
Come on, guys. I came
down here to relax.

Well, relax by
answering a few
questions.

Tuesday night.

Your boss was drinking
alone at Cardi's.
Where were you?

I don't remember.
What's so special
about Tuesday night?

Roland Books and his
bodyguard were shot
outside Viena's that night.

Why, and I'm the guy?
You gotta be kidding me.

There's an ADA
drafting a search
warrant

for your apartment
in Bay Ridge as
we speak.

Okay, stop right there.

I ain't got nothing in
there as it relates to
this Books thing.

So tell us a story we like,
and maybe we'll hold
off on the warrant.

When Bobby was
having dinner
with Books,

I caught this black
kid staring into our car.

He was looking to
boost the stereo.

He already had a backpack
full of Alpines
and Blaupunkts.

Yeah, so?

So, he said he had
another 20 units
to unload,

so I told him to meet me
outside the Guggenheim
at 11:00.

I dropped Bobby
off at Cardi's,

but then the kid
never showed.

This kid give you his name?

KO. Something like that.

Hey, guys, none of
this gets back to
Bobby, okay?

Go put your pants on.

I couldn't
commit the crime
because

I was busy committing
another crime.

That plays.

Well, we can check
with the 28, the
smash-and-grab unit,

see if they heard
of this kid KO.Yeah.

Your client
had a slap hammer and
three car stereos

in his backpack
when he was arrested.

It's his first offense,
Your Honor.

Of course it is.
I'm giving him ROR.

Mr. Orgell,
AP7, January 9th.

Stay away from
cars until then.
All right.

Yo, yo, KO.
Let's take a walk.

Looks like
a lot of white mos.

This one said you were
supposed to meet him in
front of the Guggenheim.

Yeah. But I got clicked
before I got down there.

And you were
outside of Viena's

just before Roland
Books got shot, right?

Yeah.
You see anybody
hanging around?

Not on the street.

I saw somebody in a car,
about a half a block
from the corner.

What were they doing?
Just sitting.

I mean, I only saw
them from behind.

I didn't get any kind
of look, you know what
I'm saying?

Can you describe
the car?

Blue Ford.

It was one of
Mr. Books' people.

How do you know that?

I saw their sticker
in the window. AAC.

You see that on a car,
you stay away.

You don't want
one of those people

catching you
boosting their stereo,
you know what I'm saying?

So, am I done?

Yeah. Just remember
what the judge told you,
know what I'm saying?

You know, I don't remember
seeing a blue Ford on that
street after the shooting.

A blue Ford
belonging to the AAC.

Another palace coup?

Unless it was
Elvis in the car.

We lease 26 cars.

Five Town Cars,
the rest are
Tauruses and Tempos.

14 of them are blue.

We'll need the names
and addresses of the people
with those cars.

But you're talking about
the entire executive board.

Are we all suspects?

You know, Roland Books
is your leader, not ours.

So why does it seem
we care more about
who shot him than you do?

For your information,
I was home with my family

in Saddle Brook
Tuesday all night.

Satima Tate? She related
to Mr. Books' predecessor?

Yes. She's
Marcus Tate's widow.

She serves as
the honorary chairperson
of our women's group.

And she drives
a blue Taurus.

I'm not sure
I can help you.

I'm no longer as involved
as I'd like to be in my
husband's organization.

Well, where were you
Tuesday night?

I played bridge at
the Third Baptist Church.

Same as every Tuesday night.
Why do you ask?

A blue car similar to
yours with an AAC decal

was seen in the area
just before Mr. Books
was shot.

And you see me
driving around Harlem
with a smoking gun?

A lot of people
hold Books responsible
for your husband's death.

So did I at one time.
But I was wrong.

We've buried the hatchet.

Did you drive your
car to the bridge game
Tuesday night?

Yes, I did.

If you don't
mind, we'd like to have
a look at the car.

Well, my son
Huey keeps it.

So, he had the car
Tuesday night?

Yes, but he was home.

He called right after
11:00. He heard on
the news about Roland.

I went to a movie
across the street
from Lincoln Center.

It was with that
Chinese actress,
Gong Li.

You go by yourself?

I don't need company
to sit in the dark.

Did you take
your mother's car?

I took the subway.
I don't like to
drive in the city.

So, the car stays where?

In a parking garage
down the block from
my house.

I haven't used it
since I went up to
Litchfield last month.

You know, your mother
lied to us at first about
your having the car.

Maybe she suspects you
had something to do
with the shooting.

I bet there's a lot more
your mother hasn't
told us, right, Huey?

Leave my mother alone.
That's up to you.

I have to go
back to work.

Is there any
other way in?

There's a pedestrian
entrance on the other side.

The mud in
the tire treads
isn't dry.

This car's been out
in the last couple
of days.

Mr. Dobbs, does Mr. Tate
always park like this?

No, he's usually
plumb in the middle.

Except when
he's in a hurry.
Hmm.

All right. Thanks.

The Chinese movie was
playing at a multiplex.

Six screens. 1,600 tickets.
Nobody remembers seeing him.

Well, how about
the other 13 blue cars?

All those alibis
checked out.

Well, if Books'
secretary didn't even know
he was gonna be at Viena's,

how would Huey Tate?

Books' lecture at
the Historical Society

was announced in
all the papers.

Huey could've
followed him
from there.

So could everyone
else at the lecture.

LT, he lied
about his car.

Damp mud?
Did you check
his aura too?

Hey, we checked the computer.
For what it's worth,
he has a jacket.

Criminal mischief,
disorderly conduct,
trespass.

In 1991, he broke into
the South African
consulate with a friend,

chained himself to a desk
to protest apartheid.

Hey, at 18,
I'd do the same.

Even his mother
acts like he did it.

Talk to people
who know him.

He didn't give us
any references.

Well, what about the girl
he was arrested with.
Angela Roney?

That was like five years
ago. I mean, we were in
high school.

What makes you think
we stayed in touch?

Oh, getting arrested
together can be
a bonding experience.

You know, Bonnie and Clyde,
Jane Fonda and Tom Hayden.

Look,
I gotta get to work.

We'll give you
a note for your boss.

You know,
I don't have
to talk to you.

And even if I did
have something to say,

I wouldn't tell it
to two city cops.

Hey, didn't you learn
anything from Mr. Rogers?

A policeman's your best
friend. Now you can leave.

Besides the consulate
arrest, Roney's clean.

She's been on the road.
I checked the national
system.

'93, shoplifting
in Santa Cruz.

'94, vagrancy in
Colorado Springs.

'95, she bounced
a check in Tampa.

Never showed up for
court on that one.

I bet she's got
a friend named Thelma.

The bounced check,
is there a bench
warrant?

Yeah. But it's like
a $50 fine, Lennie.

Hey, it's enough
to get her attention.

Angela left two hours ago.
Suddenly she's very popular.

So we're not the only
ones looking for her?

She found two cops
with nicer suits.

I doubt that.
They show you any ID?

I made them before
they flipped their wallets.

Federal Bureau
of Intimidation.

One of their
names was Fletcher.

They put Angela
under arrest?

I don't think so.
She had a big grin on
her face when she left.

After you
contacted Miss Roney,

she knew she
could no longer avoid
being involved in this case.

She was extremely concerned
about her safety.

That's when she called us.

What's she afraid of?

She has evidence
against Huey Tate.

His father still has
followers in the black
community.

Yeah, well. We know
how to protect
witnesses, too.

Yes, well, I've heard
about your witness
protection program.

It's called
Woodlawn Cemetery.

Let's get one
thing straight.

Books is our case,
and this girl is
our witness.

We're not poaching,
Detective.

For now, this is
a local matter.

But we are taking an interest
in Miss Roney's safety.

What evidence does
Miss Roney have?

You guys are
gonna love this.

It's a lot of money.

What if we ask
the wrong person?

Hey, look,
if you want to back out,
hey, that's okay.

No, no.

I think of him
standing over my
father's casket,

that phony look
on his face.

I know, baby.

I want that bastard dead.
Blood for blood.

I have to do it.

That's mine.
Let me call you
right back.

Okay.

When was
this recorded?

About two weeks ago.
I used my answering
machine.

Did you people know?
No.

First thing we
heard about it
was this morning

when she called us
out of the blue.

Why did you tape
the conversation?

Well, I ran into Huey
a couple of months ago.

And I hadn't seen him
for about four years.

And all of a sudden
he starts talking
about killing people.

I don't know,
I just got scared.

I made the tape
to protect myself.

We have problems
with your story, Huey.

You said you
hadn't used your car
since last month.

Well, we have
physical evidence

that suggests you
used it last week.

That's not true.

And there's your alibi.

We showed your picture
to the ticket takers,

the ushers,
the candy vendors.

Nobody saw you.

Somebody must have.
I was there.

You weren't there.
You were outside Viena's,
waiting for Roland Books.

Waiting to
avenge your father.

I don't think like that.

Didn't you
love your father?

Yes.
If someone did that
to somebody I love,

I'd be out of my
mind with hate.

My father taught
me not to hate.

It's natural, Huey.

A jury will
understand that.

You were right
next to your father
when he was shot.

I let it go.
I was angry,
but I let it go.

[ON TAPE] No.

I think of him standing
over my father's casket,

that phony look on his face.

I know, baby.

I want that bastard dead.
Blood for blood.

I have to do it.

Tell me what happened
Tuesday night.

I want to call my mother.
I want to talk to a lawyer.

Huey Tate,
you're under arrest for
the murder of Otis Cooke

and the attempted
murder of Roland Books.
Stand up.

You have
the right to remain
silent.

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

Case number
91608, People v. Huey Tate.

One count murder in
the Second Degree.

One count attempted murder
in the Second Degree.

What's your plea,
Mr. Tate?
Not guilty.

Your Honor, this was
a premeditated
assassination.

The people ask for
remand without bail.

Your Honor, the only
evidence they have is
a recorded utterance

made in the heat
of the moment.

I see that in the write-up.

Miss Ross, give me
a number you can
live with.

In view of the
seriousness of this crime,
two million dollars.

Come on.
My client doesn't have
that kind of money.

Your Honor, may I speak
as a friend of the court?

Who are you?
Roland Books.

I'm one of
the victims
of this crime.

My organization
will post any amount
of bail necessary

to secure the release
of Mr. Tate.

We believe he is the target
of a government frame-up

and is in no way responsible
for this cowardly...

Your Honor.
Sit down, Mr. Books,

and get out
your checkbook.

Bail is set at
two million dollars.

That was just the warm-up.
You wait till trial.

Books will be in front of
the camera every night.

Can't do anything about that.

Maybe you can,
Mr. Schiff.

We'd like this
case disposed of
through a plea bargain.

The reason being?

Angela Roney
can help us with other
investigations.

A trial could compromise
her usefulness as
a confidential informant,

and expose her
to reprisals.

Well. We'll
see what we can do.

Always nice doing business
with the Bureau.

Well, you think
the boy will deal?

We have the tape,
but no direct evidence
he did the shooting.

Find some.

I must've been napping
when they made us
a field office of the FBI.

It's not what they want.
It's what I want.

A conviction,
not a media
free-for-all.

We detected trace
amounts of lead
and barium

on the door latch here.

And on the steering wheel.

Gunshot residue?Yeah.

Whatever was on his hands,
it rubbed off here.

All right.
Thanks.

I'd rather have
the murder weapon.

Yeah, I'd rather
be in Hialeah.

Well, we tossed his
apartment, his building,
his garage, his workplace.

Here's what we
found in the car.

Hiking the Adirondacks.
Rock Climber's Field Guide.
A regular boy scout.

He believes in
being prepared.

Here's a pamphlet on
self-defense classes.

I wonder if they
include small-arms
training?

Huey teaches self-defense
twice a week.

He started as
a student four
years ago.

When our instructor moved
away last year, he took
over the class.

Are guns part of
the curriculum?

No. Just hands,
feet, knees.

We're not the
Harlem militia.

Does he ever talk
about his father's death
or Roland Books?

It's obvious
he misses his father.

Whatever he thinks
about Mr. Books
he keeps to himself.

It's hard for me to
believe he shot him.

But not impossible?

You don't think we're
trying to frame him?

If you were,
you wouldn't be here
looking for evidence.

Do you know
if he owns a gun?

Ms. Scruggs,
I need you to tell
me what you know.

Huey was always concerned
about his safety.

He told me he carried
a gun. I even saw it
in his backpack once.

Why can't we find
the gun, Mr. Tate?
Was it stolen?

Did you leave it
on the bus?

How about your witness
is imagining things?

We didn't imagine
the gunshot residue
on the car.

We're prepared to
be lenient, Mr. Tate.

You plead to manslaughter
in the first degree,

you serve eight and
a third to 25 years.

We're not interested.

The offer is final.

The offer is irrelevant.

My client was entrapped.

Your Miss Roney
violated his due
process rights.

So now you're saying
he committed the crime?

We're not admitting
to anything.

But if you insist
on prosecuting him,

we are going to
plead entrapment.

First of all, whatever
Angela Roney did,

she was acting as
a private citizen,

not as an agent
of the police.

Didn't your FBI
friends tell you?

Two years ago,
she testified as
a confidential informant

in a Federal trial
of four cult members
in Colorado.

So, once a government
snitch, always
a government snitch.

I doubt a jury
sees it that way.

This case is never
gonna make it to a jury.

I'm moving for
an Isaacson hearing
and a dismissal.

Come on, Huey.

I didn't do it,
but if I did,
she made me.

People v. Butts.
It's a brilliant
strategy.

I wonder what else
we haven't been told
about Miss Roney?

We didn't tell
you about Colorado

because the Bureau
has a confidentiality
agreement with Angela.

And the New York
District Attorney
can't keep a secret?

It's ancient history,
Mr. McCoy. When she
recorded Huey Tate,

she wasn't acting
under anyone's orders.

I'm hungry.
Anyone want
anything?

We'll pass.

I'm gonna need
three hours with her
before she takes the stand.

What do
you mean, take the stand?

Huey Tate claims
you entrapped him.

A hearing is set for
the day after tomorrow.

You told me all
I would have to do was
to authenticate this tape.

Now I'm not testifying
about anything else.

You don't
have a choice.

Oh, I wasn't
talking to you.

Look, these guys
have me living here
in this hotel room

because there are people
running around Harlem
gunning for me.

Now, nobody is putting
my face on the 6:00 news.

Angela, he's right,
you don't...
No. No. No. It's about time

somebody started
treating me with
respect around here.

Look, if it weren't
for me, you would have
squat on Huey Tate.

Mr. McCoy, you need
to secure a gag order,

and an order to
close the courtroom
during her testimony.

After I ran into
her at the book store,
we hung out a few times.

She came on to me,
talking sweet,
that sort of thing.

It wasn't long
before we became lovers.

Who first brought up
Roland Books and your
father's murder?

She did.

She said a friend of hers
that worked at the AAC

told her Roland Books
had my father killed.

At that time did
you harbor any animosity
toward Mr. Books?

No.

I told Angela
I wasn't interested
in any rumors.

Did she do or say anything
to change your mind?

Yes.

She said she heard
there was a plot to
kill my mother.

Mr. Books was worried
she was gonna
take over the AAC.

I didn't believe it.

But every day Angela
would tell me that my
mother was in danger

and I started to
think it was true.

So she created a fear
in your mind, is that
what you're saying?

Yes.
What did Angela
suggest you do about it?

She said I should
find a way to kill
Mr. Books.

She kept bringing it up.

At dinner, on the phone,
at night after we made love.

She kept after me
to say yes.

She said killing
Roland Books is
what a man would do.

It's what a son should do.

And after weeks of
persistent solicitation,

what did you
finally say to her?

I said I would do it.

But then I couldn't
go through with it.
I told her that.

I did not shoot Mr. Books.

Thank you.

Did you tell your
mother about this
threat to kill her?

No, I didn't want
to worry her.

Did you call the police?

They didn't do
anything to help
my father.

Why should they lift
a finger to help my mother?

Did you tell anyone?

There was no one
I could trust.

Or is it because
this whole story
is a fabrication?

No.
You always wanted
Roland Books dead,

didn't you?
You blame him for
your father's death.

That's not true.

"Marcus Tate was murdered
by men he trusted,

"by men who stole
his mantle of leadership."

Your words, Mr. Tate?
Objection.

I'm reading from
a letter to the editor

of Barricade
magazine attributed

to Huey Tate in
their June 1994 issue.

It's irrelevant,
Your Honor.

Under Isaacson,
even if he was pre-disposed
to commit the crime,

he can still
have been entrapped.

It goes to credibility.
He just said that he
didn't blame Mr. Books.

Objection overruled.
Mr. Tate, answer
his question.

I wrote it.
I was very angry and...

Thank you.
No more questions.

He was obsessed
with Books.

He talked
about him all the time.
He really hated the man.

Who's idea was
it to kill him?

Huey's.

He asked me if
I thought I knew
how much it would cost.

And I made up
some crazy amount,

thinking that maybe
he'd forget about it.

Did he?No.

He decided to do it
himself. I tried to
talk him out of it,

but it was like, you know,
talking to a stone wall.

During that time,
were you acting
under the direction

of any law
enforcement agency?
No.

Thank you.

Angela, how did you become
an FBI informant two years
ago in Colorado?

I was a member
of the Children of
the Seventh Seal.

It's a bunch of
whacked-out people

stockpiling guns
for doomsday.

I was arrested
with an automatic
rifle in my car,

and I was facing
a 10-year sentence,

and Agent Fletcher said
that if I informed on
the cult,

they'd drop the charges.

Did you receive
other compensation?

Don't look at those
gentlemen over there.
Just answer my question.

They paid me $40,000.

That's 10,000 for
each cult member
that you put in jail.

I believe the FBI calls
that pay-for-performance.

Now, how much were you
earning from the bookstore
when you met my client?

$7 an hour.

$7.

And you never thought
of earning thousands
of dollars

by badgering my
client into making

incriminating
statements on tape?

No.
Then why did you
secretly record

your conversations with him?

Because I was afraid
that if he killed Books,

the police would think
that I had something to
do with that.

Well, if you were
so concerned,

why didn't you
just go to the police
before the shooting?

Well, I couldn't do that.
Huey was my friend.

Weren't
the people in the cult also
your friends?

You don't have
to answer that.
Nothing further.

Angela hasn't served
as a confidential informant
since Colorado.

She was never directed
to gather evidence
against Huey Tate.

Thank you.

Are you saying
you had no contact

with Angela
since you transferred

to the New York
field office?

That wasn't my testimony.

I'll take that to
mean you had contact.

Go on, Counselor.

This contact,
was it of
a social nature?

I'm not at liberty
to discuss it.

Your Honor,
could you please direct
the witness to answer?

Agent Fletcher,
you will answer
Mr. Dubois's question.

I can't, Your Honor.
It would compromise
Bureau operations.

Move to strike
the witness's entire
testimony.

He can't pick which
question he'll answer.

My client has
the right to confront
the witnesses against him.

Your Honor.
The question is
material, Mr. McCoy.

Your answer, sir.

The witness' testimony
is stricken.

You are excused,
Agent Fletcher.

Mr. McCoy,
any other witnesses?

No, Your Honor.

Then for the purposes
of this hearing,

I find the informant
was acting as
a government agent.

Your Honor,
the informant's
testimony still stands.

She denied acting
on orders of the FBI.

I don't believe her,
Mr. McCoy. I'm granting
the motion.

The informant manufactured
a crime by hounding
Mr. Tate into an agreement.

The charges are dismissed.
Yes.

Books is all over the news
saying it's a great day
for American justice.

Thanks to the FBI
hanging us out to dry
with a tainted witness.

You're not the first
D.A. to end up on the
Federal clothesline.

I want to know
what they're hiding.

What do you think
they're hiding?

That Roney was really
working for the FBI.

Why not?
Common sense.

I don't think
the FBI put a gun
in Huey Tate's hand

and let him shoot Books.

I see. FBI never
makes mistakes.

Ever hear of Ruby Ridge?

So now it's a cover-up.

Jamie, there's no
question Fletcher was

in touch with Roney
before the shooting.

If we find out why,
we might find grounds

to re-argue
the entrapment decision.

Well, Angela didn't come
to work wearing a shirt that
said "Property of the FBI."

Had you seen her
with Agent Fletcher
before?

No.

How about other visitors?
Or strange phone calls?

Everything about
Angela was strange.

You work for six
months in a bookstore,
and you never read a book?

What did she spend
her time doing?

Talking to customers,

getting herself
invited to
political meetings.

Maybe she aspired
to be the Perle Mesta
of the New York underground.

What about money?
Did you see any change
in her spending habits?

No. She hit me up
for an advance
a couple of months ago.

Said she was
coming into
some money,

but I'm still
waiting to get
paid back.

That was about
the time she started
seeing Huey Tate?

That seems right.
He came in about then.

I don't know much
about their relationship.

You should talk
to her old roommate.

I always thought Angela was
lying when she said she had
friends in high places.

We're not
Angela's friends.

Oh.

I'm not, either.

I just shared
a place with her
for a few months.

I found her off
the bulletin board
at NYU.

What did she say
about these friends
in high places?

They were
supposed to help her
with some major score.

Did you spend
much time with her
and Huey Tate?

No, they usually
went to his place.

She said I might
get jealous of all the good
sex she was having.

How thoughtful.

Did you get the idea
she was using Huey?

Yeah, I mean,
Marcus Tate's little
boy. That's a catch.

She was definitely
taking advantage of
the situation.

What do you mean?

Like when I moved out,
she offered to help.

She borrowed Huey's
car without telling him.

She even had
her own keys made.

I checked her
bank records.

Roney's deposited
the same $300
paycheck every week

for the last six months.

Whatever money
she was expecting
from the FBI,

she never got it.

She's not on the
FBI payroll. That's
good, isn't it?

You can re-argue.
There's a wrinkle.

Roney was in the habit
of using Tate's car
without his knowledge.

And we think she
took his car to
go shoot Books.

She shot Books?
Why would she do that?

If I knew where
the FBI was hiding
her, I'd ask her.

Her landlady said she
came by her apartment
a few days ago with the FBI.

They filled a few
suitcases and left.

Get me the US Attorney.
Right away.

Convene a grand jury,
get a subpoena.

She's in witness protection
I can't tell you
any more than that.

You have to comply.

We have 30 days,
Mr. McCoy.

Right now,
we're inclined to move
to quash your subpoena.

The Federal interest
in protecting informants

overrides the needs
of local authorities.

Why do you want
to talk to her?

To begin with, we'd like
to know where she was on
the night of the shootings.

What? Now she's a suspect?
What the hell have
you been smoking?

If you really
think she's involved,
get an arrest warrant.

Then we'll hand her over.

If we had enough to arrest,
we wouldn't need a subpoena.

This kid stuck her
neck out to make
cases for us.

I won't put her
through this bull...
Ron.

We'll be in touch
with your office
about the subpoena.

I'd like a word
with Agent Fletcher.

You misjudged
Angela Roney,
didn't you?

What?
She approached you
before the shooting.

She offered to
serve up Huey Tate
in return for money.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

She told everyone
she was expecting
a windfall.

We're off the record
here, Agent Fletcher.

On or off,
I don't have
anything to say.

Roney warned you
Huey Tate wanted
to kill Books.

You didn't believe her.
You told her to get lost.

No. Never happened.

When Books was shot,
you panicked. You
thought you screwed up.

That's why you're
protecting her now,
to keep her mouth shut.

But Angela Roney shot Books,

to prove that
you were wrong,

to make you look foolish.

That's a load of crap.

Her old roommate told
us she has duplicate
keys to Tate's car.

She drove his car
to shoot Books.

My next subpoena's
gonna be for you,
Agent Fletcher.

If you cooperate,
you might save
your career.

If not, I'm having
you cited for contempt.

At best, you failed to
stop an assassination.

At worst,
you protected
a murderer.

Wait.

Angela was always calling me

about dope deals
and weapons sales,

but every time
I gave her a polygraph,
she failed.

Then she came in with
this story about Tate.

She wanted $20,000.

I gave her another polygraph.
She failed again.
I blew her off.

After Books was shot,
I thought I was finished
in the Bureau.

You just said she
failed a polygraph.

An informant warned
the Bureau

about Arab terrorists
and bombs.

They gave him a polygraph.
They told him to get lost.

Six months later,
the World Trade
Center blew up.

What do you think happened
to the agent that
screwed that pooch?

This just came from
Fletcher's office.

A set of car keys.

And an affidavit
signed by
Agent Fletcher,

stating the keys were
found during a search

of Angela Roney's
belongings yesterday.

Send them to forensics.

There's also
an address of a motel
in Long Island

where Angela Roney's
being kept.

The keys fit Huey Tate's car.
Your prints are on them.

We examined your clothing.

We found traces
of gunshot residue

on the right sleeve
of a leather jacket.

And finally, we can't
corroborate your alibi.

It's not an easy case,
but we've convicted
with less.

What's the offer?

Murder two, 20-to-life.

Uh-uh.

You offered Huey man one.

You didn't kill
to avenge your
father's death.

You killed to
impress people.

I can give you Huey.

He lied at the hearing.

Now, he never backed
out of killing Books.

I mean, he didn't want
to know who or when
or where,

but he wanted it done.

Nice story.

You can tell it
to your cellmate
for the next 25 years.

Hey, smart guy,

why do you suppose
he never reported
the gun missing?

He supplied
the gun to
kill Books?

Yeah, that's right,
and for man one I'll
tell you where it is.

Murder two,
15-to-life.

Now where's the gun?

Man.

I knew Huey'd go for it.

He wanted Books dead.

All I had to do was
suggest the means.

But then Fletcher and
his stupid polygraph...

For 20 grand,

I could've handed him
a conspiracy count
on a silver platter.

I filed a motion to
re-argue the
entrapment decision.

With Fletcher's
new testimony,
the judge has to find

Roney wasn't
acting under orders
from the FBI.

Well, whatever
she did can't
be entrapment.

We can re-instate
the charges against
Huey Tate.

Good.

Ballistics matched
the gun to the slugs.

But latent found
no prints on it.
We can't link it to Tate.

Until you do,
you can't corroborate
the girl's story.

You have no case
against Tate.

At least we can
return the gun
to its legal owner.

Five years ago,
it was licensed
to Otis Cooke.

Books' bodyguard?

Good night.

Mr. Cooke was our
chief of security.

He had permits for
a number of weapons.

There's nothing
unusual about that.

Huey Tate gave
one of those weapons
to the woman who shot you.

You don't know when
to quit, Mr. McCoy.

Now why can't you leave
that poor brother alone?

We talked to
your executive assistant.

She remembers after
Marcus Tate was killed,

Otis Cooke gave
the Tate family
guns for protection.

Does she have any
direct knowledge
of this?

No. She said you would.

That it could
only have been done
under your authority.

I don't have any
recollection of any gun
being given to Huey Tate.

So, you don't have
any idea how that gun

ended up in
Angela Roney's hands?

For all I know,
she found it
on the street.

She claims she got
it from Huey Tate.

She claims he
conspired with her
to kill you.

That would make
them accomplices.

Meaning her story
doesn't mean a thing
without corroboration.

That's why we're
talking to you.

I have a better
story, Mr. McCoy.

To create a schism within
the black community,

the FBI used a misguided,
pathetic sister to shoot me

and frame the son of
a revered black leader.

It's ridiculous.

Ten years ago,
if I told you

the CIA was selling crack
in my neighborhood

to finance a war
in Central America,

I would've called
you ridiculous.

Far as we're concerned,
this government is
capable of anything.

I don't see how
protecting a murderer
advances your cause.

Does the spectacle
of black fratricide?

My people need unity
far more than truth.

What they need is justice.

What that is depends
on which end of
the bullwhip you're on.

I'll take my
chances with
Huey Tate.

You still think we're
trying to frame him?

You might be
right about him.

I don't know.
And what's more,
Mr. McCoy, I don't care.

Roland Books arm-in-arm
with Huey Tate and
his mother.

Nice to see everyone
getting along.

Got to
hand it to Books.

He turned
a first-class goof-up
into an FBI conspiracy.

He's preaching
to the converted.

A black community
primed to expect

the worst from
its government.

Whose fault is that?