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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.

Can't hear a damn thing.

Maybe we should drive over,
get a visual?

I don't wanna raise 'em up.

I hate just sittin' here--

We got something.
Sound's back.

Yo, what the hell we doin'
at the GW, man?

That's a good question.

What are they doing
at the bridge?

Yo, man, lemme see my money.

Ain't your money
'til we get out guns.

You tell him, Cal.

Hey, yo, first you pay, fool.

What the hell?

This doesn't sound good.

The money, man.

I don't think so.

Freakin' A!

We got shots fired
in undercover vehicle.

Move in, move in!

Oh, no!

10-13, we got officers down!

Officers down,
176 and Haven!

176 and Haven.

Let the Chief of D's know

that the two officers
didn't make it.

And I'll be in touch as soon
as we have anything.

Who are they?

Detectives Calvin May,
Dexter Richmond.

They were dumped
from their own car.

Anything on the vehicle?

It's a gray S.U.V.,
location unknown.

Aviation has a bird in the sky
as we speak.

Anyone in the neighborhood
see anything?

No, not at this tie
of nigh.

Were they undercover?

Firearms Investigation Unit.
Calvin--

You knew this guy?

He was my friend.

They were on a gun buy.

Their wallets are gon.

And their weapons are missing.

Who's their CO?
Terry Norfleet.

He's on the way.

One shot each.

The officer on my right--

Calvin May.

Close contact wound
to the back of the head.

Was he in the passenger seat?

All right, he was probaby
shot firs.

The driver--
Detective Richmond.

He must've turned at the sound.

He was shot in the right temple.

Both shots
are through and throughs.

With a large caliber gun.

If I didn't know that was Cal,

I would've never
recognized him.

going for a couple Tec-9s.
d-bust,

Richmond and May had three grand
marked buy money on 'em.

We didn't even have a visual
on 'em at the end.

We had to rely on the kels.

Yeah, I know,
they're junk.

Garbage, they send us
out with.

Department's supposed to
replace 'em, but--

Do you think the bad guys

made Richmond and May
as police officers?

I don't think s.

It sounded like a robbery.

Sure didn't say anything
sounded like they knew.

Who set it up?

Confidential informant.

Reliable?

May and Richmod
used them all the tim.

Where can we find
this dude?

I already sent two guys down

to sit on his last known.

There was no sign of him.

You'll let us know
when she shows up, right?

Yeah.

Detectives Green and Fontana,

Captain Norfleet.

Detectives.

Captain, I'm sorry
about your guys.

Appreciate it.

What were they carrying?

Calvin still had his .38?

You know it.

And Richmond had
a nine mil Beretta.

And Calvin and Richmond
worked together a lot, right?

Only about 300 cases
in the last two years.

What do you think
went wrong this time?

They did exactly
what they're supposed to do.

I heard the tape.

They weren't sloppy,
they were robbed.

I don't care how many cars
are tailing you.

After that, it's not
about backup, it's about mop up.

Lieutenant?
They found the S.U.V.

Good guys in the front,

bad guys in the back,
it's never good.

And two bullet holes
in the dash.

Hey! Excuse me?

I want those slugs
out of that dash.

I don't care if you have to tear
that whole engine block apart.

Just get 'em, okay?
We got 20 teams of detectives

ready, willing, and able
to canvas this whole area.

Somebody must've
seen something.

It's the one
that don't wanna be seen

that I wanna talk to.

Come on, folks.
Behind the yellow tape.

Nothin'
to see here.

Ma'am? I saw you.

Please, I need your help.
Please.
Miss?

I was in the back.

I hear nothing, saw nothing.

Senora.

Two police officers are dead.

Policia?

Si, Policia.

I'm sorry.
Like I said--

No, no, no, no, no.

Senora, por favor.

Did you ever call the police?

Si.

And do we come
and do we help?

Well, now we need your help.
Please.

Two of our people were killd

by some very, very bad men.

We need to get them
off the street.

It was late.

I fell asleep on the couch
watching TV.

I heard noise.

What kind of noise?

Screeching tires.
And voices.

I came to the window.

And I saw somebody running away.

What did he look like?

Black.

Young, like,
in their 20s.

Uh--eight ball.

He had a shaved head,
he was bald?

Yeah,
red and white jacket.

Which way did he run?

Inside of that building
over there.

Yeah.

What's your name?

Trevor Hawkins.

I'm gonna ask you
a few questions, Trevor.

Man, I don't got no wants
or warrants.

Cleared them last week.

This your jacket?

Yeah--no.

You don't mind
if we take a look around,

do you, Trevor?
Go ahead.

This is Calvin May's license.

He stays here.
He's my cousin.

Your cousin? Shut up!

Come on, we're gonna
go spend some time

in our house.

I told you I found those wallets
in the garbage.

Listen, man, we gonna
find that money.

What money?

There wasn't no money
in those wallets.

$3,000 cash, marked money.

Do you understand
what I'm saying to you?

And two guns.

You wish I had all of that.

Shoot, I do too,
but wishin' don't make it so.

Those wallets that you say
you found in the garbage,

do you have any idea
who they belong to?

You keep saying some dead guys,

but I don't know,
I didn't kill 'em.

Two police officers, Trevor!

Two cops!
Oh, man.

I ain't kill no cops.

Lemme explain something to you.

It don't make
no difference to me

whether it was you
or your partner.

I ain't got no partner.

Well then, you know what?

Happy birthday
and congratulations,

because you're the shooter.

And you're the one
who's gonna take the fall

all by yourself
for killing those two policemen.

I didn't shoot nobody.

All right, I'm done.

All right, w-w-wait,
I'm gonna tell you the truth.

I didn't snatch the wallets
out the garbage can.

I got 'em off the front seat
of that car.

That's your story.

Sit down.

We get anything yet on that
informant who set up the buy?

We went through
the detective's notes.

It seems their CI had a habit
and a regular hangout.

One thing I like

about junkies,
they're predictable.

He's probably there now
getting a fix.

Well, we'll hold onto Trevor
for the time being.

You should check this out.

I swear I don't know

who they was meetin' with.

You set it up.

I just put him in touch
with somebody.

Sit.

Guy named Ramsey.
He's, like, a broker.

Broker?

You know, he put the word
on the street.

What is the word
on the street?

He know a man got Tec-9s,

MachTens, sweepers, whatever.

And Ramsey puts the buyr

and the seller together?

Right, right, Ramsey's the man
you wanna be talkin' to.

And then you call
Richmond and May,

and you told 'em
about this guy.

They slipped me a C-note
for every tip.

And I hear about this,

I take Ramsey's number
and pass it on to the Ds.

Yeah, and then
they call Ramsey

and he puts them in touch
with the gun dealers?

That's how it worked, brother.

Please tell me that you remember
Ramsey's number.

Rememberin' things
ain't my problem.

It's the stuff
I'd like to forget.

Y'all gonna take care
of me, right?

Knock yourself out.

Clear!

Hey, Joe, in here!

I'm guessing this is Mr. Ramsey.

Well, it's one way
to cut out the middle man.

Through and through, huh?

Look at this.

Sub-nose .3,
9 millimeter Berett,

wad of cas.

Convenient having
all the evidence

in one nice little pile,
don't you think?

He saw it coming,
tried to lay low.

Not low enough.

between 5:00 and 7:00 a.m.asd

A few hours after May
and Richmond were shot.

They must've freaked out
when they figured out

they killed two undercover
police officers.

Then they tracked down Ramsey.

Took him out, left
the money and guns on him

to cover their own tracks.

They messed up, though.

It looks like they used
the same gun.

Well, no one said
they were smart.

Did you see the headlines
this morning?

We need someone
on the inside.

I'll talk
to Captain Norfleet

when we pay our respects
to the family.

Pam.

Eddie.

I'm so sorry.

Pam, this is my new partner.

Joe Fontana.

Did you know Calvin too?

Uh, no, ma'am, I didn't.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Thank you for coming, Detective.

Pam.

If you need anything,
anything at all,

you or the babies,
you let me know, okay?

I'm glad you're on this, Ed.

Catch these guys.

Don't you worry about that.
All right?

Yeah.

Bye, babies.

Bye.

Firearms has always been

a small unit.

I've already had two officers
ask for transfers.

I don't blame them.

Neither do I,
but we're stretched pretty thin.

The day he was killed,
May had already done

two hand-to-hands.

He was home with his kids,

and I beeped him
and I asked him

to please come in
and go on a buy with Richmond.

Listen, I wish I could tell you
we had a suspect in custody.

What can we do to help?

I need to borrow
an undercover.

I'll give you
my secret weapon.

Excellent.

Our version

of a trophy case.

Well, damn,
that's impressive.

Yeah.

A lot of these guns,
Calvin, Dex, and I

took off the streets together.

Usually I played the girlfriend.

Well, a lady on the set
often softens the mood.

Yo.
You ever work
undercover?

A million years ago in Chicago.

Yeah, hold on, man,
Joe?

Ballistics' got something
for us.

Well, I'm gonna go see
what they're saying

on the streets about who killed
Calvin and Dex.

Thanks a lot.

Ballistics recovered

both slugs
from the dashboard.

.44 caliber,
both from the same gun.

Which they also used
to kill Ramsey with.

Now, if we just had the gun.

Well, we don't have the gun,
but we know what it was.

It's in the system?

Yeah, it was used
in a justifiable homicide

a couple years ago.

Self-defense case.

Then it was stolen
from the legal owner

and used
in three subsequent crimes.

Two murders, one attempted.

That victim still live
in the city?

Uh-huh, Washington Heights.

Bring him downtown,

show him some pictures.

Maybe we'll get lucky.
All right.

Me?
I don't remember the gun.

Most people, they have a gun
stuck in their face,

that's all they remember.

I walked out the subway.

A guy asked me if the local
was still running.

Then boom, I wake up
at Bellevue.

My wallet gone, and an
eight-inch scar down my chest.

You got a good look
at that dude.

Why couldn't you identify him?

I don't know.

Or was it that you could,
but wouldn't?

Man, I came this close to dying
on the table.

Okay, if you testify
against a guy like this,

and he walks,
he'll kill you for sure!

Is that what you're
worried about?

Look, I'd be lying
if I said I wasn't.

This guy killed
two police officers.

He's not going anywhere!

This dude ain't coming
after nobody, man.

You can believe that.

That's the guy.

That's him.

I don't remember his gun,

but I'll never forget his face.

Never.

That's Preston Hubbar,
A.K.A. "Prez"

He's done time for robber,
assault, weapon.

Last known address was the
Hamilton Housing Projects.

The name is not
ringing any bells.

Well, the Ten Ring Crew
run the Hamilton.

Do you know anybody
in that crew?

That's why God created
confidential informants.

Okay, I see them.

You know where I can find Prez?

You must be Luisa.

How you doin'?

So how you know

my boy Marvin?

He used to hang with my sister.

Yeah, I like to hang with you
and your sister too.

You think he'll
pat her down?

I think he'd like to.

So, you lookin' for ammo?

Mm-hmm.

For a .44.

Ooh, that's a big piece

for a little girl.

You shoot?

It's for my man.

Oh, you runnin' his errands?

That ain't right.

I wouldn't send a little girl
like you to do for me.

Oh, so you take care
of business, huh?

Got that right.

Yeah, that's what I heard.

So you heard about me, huh?

Mm-hmm.

I heard you took care
a couple Ds.

Couple undercovers.

Q?

Do you hear that?

I'm wonderi'
how she heard i.

You been runnin'
your mouth, huh?

No, man.

Did he just give it up?

Almost.

So it's true.
You shot those cops.

Nah.

That takes balls.

We got that.
For sure.

So how much you wanna spend,
baby?

I don't know.
I'm thinking about 500.

If she had gotten
one step further--

So Luisa gets them
to be more specific.

Yeah, but if she keeps
asking,

you know they'll be suspicious.

How 'bout I go?

Undercover?

I don't think so, Ed.

Look, Luisa's
already established

that she's got a boyfriend.

All she has to do is say,
"My man wants to buy a gun

to go with that ammo."

Better yet, more than one gun.

I can't ask you to do that.

You ain't askin' me.

I'm volunteering.

We're here.

Cherry Street,
under the bridge.

Kels are up and running.

Let's hope that lasts.

There they go, I see 'em.

We're on.

Yo, where the money at?

Right here.

Where the guns at?

We gonna take you to 'em.

Uh-uh, wait a minute.
That's not what we talked about.

Hey, don't worry, Sweetheart,
your man's comin' right back.

Or stay here, give us the cash,
we'll bring you the .38s.

Yeah, right, so you can rob me?

If we was tryin' to rob you,
you'd be robbed already.

Besides, the girl know
where we stay at.

Yo, we're gonna
take a little ride,

make sure we clean,
and nobody's watchin'.

Hell, no.
I don't think so.

All right.
It don't matter to me.

Sell your guns
to somebody else.

Hold up!

Baby, I--I don't think
you should go with them.

Don't worry about it,
I'm gonna be all right.

You just stay right here, okay?

Be right back.

Back up, can you hear me?

Ed and the money
are in a black Escalade

with Hubbard and Ellis.

Everyone move out.

Stay as close as you can.
But don't get burned.

This is exactly
what I didn't want to happen.

It's okay, it'll work out.
He's a smart guy.

Richmond and May were smart too.

Delancey.

Yo, why you gotta go
all the way to Williamsburg

to get these guns?

Any unit,

Williamsburg Bridge,
Brooklyn side.

Black Escalade.

Your girl gonna be pissed
she gotta wait?

She'll get over it.

And why you bring her
to a deal anyway?

We got it like that.

That's my girl.

You know, females
like that danger.

Matter of fact, I wantd
to meet y'all in person anywa.

Other day, had me mad jealous.

All she could do
was talk about y'all.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, why y'all tell my girl

y'all killed
some undercover cops?

I didn't say that.

See?

I told her she had it twisted.

I know the cat
that killed them dudes.

Dude named Smalls.

Oh, hell no.
Lester Smalls?

I know Lester Smalls.
And he a punk.

Nothin' but.

That might be true, but Lester

walkin' around saying he did it.

Lester don't know nothin', man.

Them cops never saw it comin'.

Bang bang, just like that.

Hey, yo, shut up, foo.

You talk too much.

I think we got 'em.

Why you worried?

You scared of the cops?

Do I look scared?

Just like he said.

Bang bang.

So it's like that, hu?

What, you gonna
kill me now too?

Ah jeez, I don't like that.

Now, why would I do that?

You a cop?

No, I ain't no damn cop.

You startin' to sound like one.

All right. We cool.

Yeah, turn here.

What the hell is this?

Hey, you watch it.

Hey, yo.

Police! Out of the car.
Let's go! Let's go!

You never saw it coming,
did you?

Hands out
of the window!

Thanks, brother.

Did y'all get that?
Did y'all hear what they said?

We got it, we got
everything on tape.

Lieutenant!

Look what we found.

Three, four, five, six

.380s.

Guns were in the car
all the time.

Ed?

You okay?

(McC?

Cut my client
a little slack.

A little slack?

If New York's death penalty
wasn't in limbo,

I'd be asking for that.

Your client should count
his blessings.

My client wasn't the shooter.
Quincy Ellis pulled the trigger.

Hubbard is still a cop killer.
Not interested.

Even if they didn't act alone?

Someone else was involved?

Preston will testify.

I make no promises
until I hear a name.

Would you settle
for an address?

You let one of these guys flip
in exchange for a web address?

40 to life instead of 50 to life
for Preston Hubbard.

www.covertcop.com

Other detectives
are at risk, Arthur.

This isn't just a website.

It's a high-tech hit list
with eight other names on it.

This is the homepage.

"These undercover officers

are in your neighborhood."

All from the Firearms Unit?

Just Richmond and May.

The others are from Anti-Crime,
Narcotics--

So far Richmond and May
are the only ones to be killed.

So they see these detectives'
photos on the website

and decide to kill 'em.

Since when do gun dealers

surf the we?

Well, everybody
surfs the web, Arthur.

Everybody but you.

Recognize the pattern
on that marble?

These photos were taken
inside the courthouse.

First floor, side entrance.

The DA's entrance.

I wanna know who was on-duty
in the courthouse

every time Richmond
and May testified.

Am I gonna lose my job?

Are you gonna lose
your job?

Do you have any idea
how much trouble you're in,

you big dummy?

Right now it's all about how
much jail time you're gonna do.

I used one of them cell phones
with a camera in it.

But I go nothin' to do
with no website.

I could barely figure out
how to work the damn thing.

Why were you taking pictures
of undercover detectives?

This guy asked me to.

Said he'd buy it, all I had
to do was point and shoot.

This guy asked you to?

All right, paid me.

Does this guy have a name?

Gordon Samuels, we works
at the courthouse time to time.

Security?

No, defense attorney.

Why am I not surprised?

Look.

I know what I did was wrong,

but he offered me 500 bucks.

Two police officers were killed
for your little 500 bucks.

Gordon Samuels?

I'm his partner, James Wilson.
Can I help you gentlemen?

Would you mind asking
your esteemed colleague

to join us, please?

Gordon!

The police.

What's going on here?

Gordon Samuels,
you're under arrest

for the murders of Detectives
Calvin May and Dexter Richmond.

May I see a warrant?

Show him the warrant.

You got it?

You're making a mistak.

Actually, we're doing this
exactly right.

You have the right
to remain silent.

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

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford on,

one will be provided for you.

Do you understand these rights
as I have read them to you?

All my client did
was post photos to a website.

Which resulted in the murdr

of two undercover officers.

Not his fault.
Or intent.

The website and its contents
are free speech.

The website was camouflage
for his criminal intent.

No, free speech.

As my motion
to dismiss explains...

to the Constitutionally
impaired.

Your motion is absurd.

Your client knew
or should've known

the consequences of his action.

Well, you have a
Constitutionally protected right

to your opinion.

However ill-conceived.

You want me
to dismiss a murder charge

because your client
is somehow protected

by the First Amendment?

Not all speech is protecte.

Not if it's a call to violence.

See the Supreme Court's recent
decision on cross-burning.

The website contains no threats,
Your Honor.

It merely states
the indisputable facts.

The photographs are of a number
of undercover detectives.

To what end,
obstruction of justice?

Interfering
with police officers

in the execution
of their duties?

Informing the public.

Yelling "fire"
in a crowded theatre.

More like showing everyone
where the exits are.

That's disingenuous.

Posting photos
of undercover officers

is asking for harm
to befall them.

Which is in fact what happened.

Two of the officers
were murdered.

Eight of them weren't.

Not yet!

I suggest you allow counsel
to earn his salary,

Mr. Samuel.

There's no criminal
liability here.

All my client meant was
stay away from these guys.

Like a beware-of-dog sign.

They're the threat
to the community.

They protect the community.

And Mr. Samuels

shared the same criminal intent

as the actual perpetrators,

Your Honor.

The website posting itself

is evidence
of the defendant's intentions.

I'm sorry, Mr. McCoy.

You haven't satisfied me that
you have sufficient evidence

to procee.

Your Honor--
This case is dismissed.

With leave to reopen
if you obtain new evidence.

The People object, Your Honor.

As a condition of the dismissal,

we request
that you order the defendant

to dismantle his website.

And enjoin him
from any future postings.

I'll give you that much,
Mr. McCoy.

But I've done nothing wrong.

Do "nothing" again,
Mr. Samuels,

and you'll be doing it
from jail.

At least you shut down
the website, Jack.

I don't believe Samuels
wanted to hurt

all the undercovers
on his site anyway.

What would he have
against Richmond and May?

We still haven't
found a connection

between Samuels
and the detectives.

Then we should look
for a connection

between Samuels and the killers.

A defense attorney
and a couple of criminals?

Maybe the firm
of Samuels & Wilson

represented these guys.

One way to engage the services
of a couple of hired killers.

Check the firm's cases
on West Law,

especially the gun cases.

Samuels & Wilson never
represented Hubbard or Ellis.

Well, the ATF
never dealt with them, either.

But there was one ATF case
Wilson defended.

U.S. v. North.

Yeah, that was one
of the Iron Pipeline cases.

Iron Pipeline?

Interstate 95.

It's one of the oldest gun
smuggling routes in the country.

Well, most of the illegal
firearms in New York

start off as legal gun purchases
in a southern state.

Where the gun laws
leave a lot to be desired.

In Georgia, you can buy
as many handguns as you want

in a single purchase.

All it takes is cash
and a driver's license.

And guess who's doing

the buying these days.

You tell me.

College students.

They're buying guns,
then selling them

in their old neighborhoods
when they come

for Christmas vacation

or spring break.

What about
this particular case?

Well, it was a joint effort.

ATF. NYPD, Firearms
Investigation Unit.

Who were the undercovers?

Mm, security concerns.
All I have are shield numbers.

4678 and 1294?

Those are the ones.

It's Calvin May
and Dexter Richmond.

So what about this defendant
Mr. North?

Is he some college student?

19-year-old sophomore
at Trask University in Atlanta.

Hmm, he's a dumb kid.

By the time
he gets out of Allenwood,

he could've been a PhD.

I had a scholarship
and a job in the library.

That wasn't enoug?

I was always strapped for cash.

My roommate was another guy
from New York named Brian Brown.

Brian said that we could buy
.380 semiautomatics

for a hundred each.

And then sell 'em back home
for, like, 6 or $700.

I know it was stupid.

But we didn't think
of what could happen.

So you and Brian Brown
rented a car

and drove the guns
back to New York.

To sell.

Then these two dudes
turned out to be cops.

You know, undercover.

Well, as soon as
we sold them our guns,

they pulled theirs.

I froze, but--

Brian--

Brian freaked.

'Cause he had another gun
in his pocket.

And when the cops said
"Don't move,"

it was like--I don't know,
Brian was scared.

Or didn't hear 'em or somethin'.

'Cause he went to pull the gun
out of his pocket anyway.

And the officer shot him.

Killed him.

Right next to me.

I got his blood all over me.

Mr. Wilson said I was in shock.

Mr. Wilson, how did he happen
to represent you anyway?

Well, his partner asked him
to take my case.

Pro bono.

Gordon Samuels?
Why would he do that?

Did you know Mr. Samuels?

Not really.

Because of Brian, I guess.

Mr. Samuels
was Brian's stepfather.

Jack?

This is Detective
Stephen Walker.

He was ghosting
for Richmond and May

when Brian Brown was killed.

Detective.

It's been two years.

IAB did a full investigation.

It was a good shooting.

Have a seat.

I'm not sure
what you're looking for.

Neither are we.

Why don't you tell us
how it went down?

Kid pulled a gun.

Calvin shot him.

That's all there was to it?

Yeah.

Can you be more specific,
Detective?

I saw the whole thing
on a surveillance tape.

One kid got his hands up
quick fast.

That would be Jeffrey North.

Yeah.

But the other one,
Brown?

Sticks his hand in his pocket.

Man, you just don't do that.

May saw the barrel coming up,
and double tapped him.

Shot him twice in the chest.

Maybe the kid was just gonna
hand the gun over.

Like I said,
it was a good shooting.

You're absolutely sure.

That kid was only 19.

Calvin was beside himself.

I mean, he was shattered.
Cried like a baby.

Another black kid
with a lot of promise.

Gone.

It hurt all of us.

You know, that's why
we do this work.

Try to take these guns
off the street.

And Brian Brown
was the cause of it.

He wanted to make a buck,

and he didn't think or care
about the consequences.

Huh.

He thought plenty about
how to get away with it.

Etched out the serial numbers
with acid.

But we traced them back
to a licensed dealer

in Macon.
And?

Brown bought 20 semiautomatics
from that shop.

He sold two to Richmond and May.

Died with a third in his hand.

So what happened
to the other 17?

We never found them.

They haven't shown up
in any other cases?

Maybe six of them did.

How many times do you intend
to arrest my client?

I assure you, this is the last.

When they arrested the men

who killed
Detectives Richmond and May,

the police
recovered six handguns.

I'm not surprise.

They're gun dealers.

Those guns were originally

purchased in Georgia.

By your stepson Brian.

If you say so.

Ballistics says so.

They restored
the serial numbers.

The only possible connection
between those guns,

your stepson, and the two
killers is you, Mr. Samuels.

And so now,

one plus one equals three?

Brian came back
for the holidays.

He had the guns in your home.

But you didn't find them
until after Brian died.

You can't prove that.

We couldn't.

Until this afternoon.

While you were in court,
Mr. Samuels,

the police got a warrant.

And they found the remaining
11 guns in your office safe.

The serial numbers match the
guns Brian bought down south.

What do you want, McCoy?

Spare the taxpayers
the expense of a trial.

And we get?

Consideration at sentencing.

Regarding correctional facility.

Well, that's not muc.

Your client is guilty

of two counts of Murder Two.

He'll have to allocute
that he gave guns

to Hubbard and Ellis as payment

for killing the two undercover
detectives

who shot his stepson.

Who was trying to surrender!

Those detective didn't just

kill my son, Mr. McCoy.

They set a trap
and they lured him into it.

What those officers did
was murder.

And for what?

Four more years, Brian would've
graduated from law school.

He was foolish.

Yes, I know.

But he paid a heavy price
for his bad judgment.

The good he would've done
in this world,

in his neighborhood,
far outweighs

the damage of putting
a few more guns

on the streets of New York.

That's like throwing
a handful of sand on the beach.

Guard.
Take me back.

We're not done here yet.

You can't rescind
our plea agreement.

We can.

When your client lies to us.

He neglected to reveal
his full part

in a murder conspiracy.

And if Mr. Hubbard doesn't want

to tell us the truth,
I bet his buddy

Quincy Ellis wil.

Man, I never even met
nobody named Samuels.

That's the truth.

Straight up.

Then who gave you the guns?

Dude named Ramsey.

He the one that told us
about the website too.

How convenient
Mr. Ramsey's dead.

I don't suppose there's anything
you'd like to tell us

about how that happened?

Or why Ramsey gave you the guns
in the first place.

Man, it was just--
Uh--

Same deal as before to cover
everything, including Ramsey.

I might give your client
something for cooperating.

Ramsey give us the guns.

Said there'd be plenty more
where they came from.

Told us about the website.
Blah, blah, blah.

Did he also tell you which
of the ten undercovers to kill?

Nah.

But on the website, right--

It tell you what unit
they're from.

Richmond and May were Firearms.

Right. Right.

How did Mr. Ramsey die?

Man, we just thought--

after we did these cops,

nobody's gonna come
looking for us

if they think Ramsey done it.

So you killed him?

Nah. Q did.

Seemed like a good idea.

You can't tie Mr. Samues
to this man Hubbar.

We can tie him to Ramsey.

And Ramsey to Hubbard.

We went through your firm's
files, Mr. Samuels.

Mr. Ramsey was your client.

So what?
I have hundreds of clients.

I represented him
on some small civil matter.

Uh, a dispute with his landlord.

And now he's dead.

That has nothing
to do with me.

I won't accept a plea.

Hold on, Gordon.

The People will have
to do better.

If he allocutes, I'll give him
the same deal

I gave Preston Hubbard,
40 to life.

It's something.
It's nothing.

I'm not interested in a deal.

Give us a minute.

That won't be necessary, Roger.

I'm going to represent myself.

Ramsey said he'd give s
half a dozen .380.

We take care of these to
undercover cop.

What did you understand him
to mean by "take care of"?

Get rid of.

You know, kill.

You and Quincy Ellis agreed
to murder

two undercover police officers
you'd never met?

Yeah.

How did you find out who
these undercover officers were?

Ramsey told us to check out
this website.

They had their pictures on it.

covertcop.com

Yeah.

Mr. Samuels' website.

Nothing further.

You don't know me from Adam,
do you, Mr. Hubbard?

No.

Never saw me before today?

No.

I ever ask you to kill anyone?

Not that I can say.

Have I ever given you any guns?

Man, you gave the guns
to Ramsey.

Police tell you to say that?

Objection.

Sustained.

Did you see me give guns
to Mr. Ramsey?

No.

I'll ask you again.

Did I ever give you any weapons?

No.

The People rest, Your Honor.

Mr. Samuels?

I'd like to add a witness

to my list, Your Hono.

An undercover officer identified
in the People's VDF

only as Officer .

Anything that officer
could testify to

has already been elicited

from Detectives
Green and Fontana

I'd like to make sure

Officer Y tells the same lies

Detectives Fontana
and Green have.

Your Honor.

That's enough, Mr. Samuels.

Your Honor, what he means is,

there might be discrepancies
in the officers' testimonies.

He'd like the chance
to examine them.

All right, I'll allow it.

Approach, Your Honor.

Step up.

The People request
that we clear the courtroom.

And use a screen
to shield the identity

of the undercover officer.

Judge, the Sixth Amendment
secures my right

to confront my accuser.

The witness will be here,
just unseen by prying eyes.

Mr. Samuels is fightig

for his liberty.

He should be afforded every
opportunity to make his case.

Judge, we just lost
two undercover officers.

I'm well aware of that,
Mr. McCoy.

Clearing the courtroom
should suffice

to protect everyone's rights.

Preston Hubbard and Quincy Ellis
were arrested at the scene.

And six .380 semiautomatic
pistols were collected

from the rear of their vehicle.

Oh, come on, Officer,
the only reason

they were going to
sell you the guns

in the first place was because

you solicited them, right?

They were more than willing.

Sounds like entrapment to me.

Objection.

Isn't that entrapment, Officer?
No.

We follow strict guidelines
to avoid entrapment.

I gave them an opportunity

to break the law, and they did.

All the crime in this city,

and the police
are going around trying

to create criminals?

Why would you do
something like that?

I'm sorry, I don't understand
the question.

The police come into
our communities to get people

to say and do things they
wouldn't normally say or do.

Objection, Your Honor.
Defense is testifying.

They get people to commit crime.

Sustained.

Try to stay on point,
Mr. Samuels.

In your capacity
as an undercover,

are you ever called upon to lie?

I wouldn't characterize it
like that.

Posing as a drug dealer or
a gun runner is part of the job.

Is that right?

Posing as someone else.

Misrepresenting oneself.

Your Honor.

Move on, Mr. Samuels.

Detective Green,
who went undercover with you

to apprehend Preston Hubbard
and Quincy Ellis,

he was a friend
of Detective May?

Yes.

As are you.

Yes, and I was a friend
to Dexter Richmond too.

And you and Detective Green
would do anything

to avenge their deaths.

Objection.

Sustained.

You and Detective Green are both
good at making people believe

what you want them
to believe.

We're good at our jobs.

Does your job include
breaking the law?

Technically.

I've bought drugs
from drug dealers,

and guns from gun runners.

Guns and drugs.

Sometimes I even

break the speed limit

in the pursuit of a criminal.

Find this amusing,
do you, Officer?

This is all
just a big joke to you?

Objection!

Sustained!

Is it fair to say

as an undercover,

you would do whatever it takes

to catch the so-called
"bad guys,"

even if it means
breaking the law?

We don't break the law.

The law allows us
to pose as bad guys.

And lie to bad guys in order
to catch the bad guy.

And if you can't catch them,
you just kill them?

Take the law
into your own hands,

and gun them down to die

like dogs in the street?

How many people

have you killed
doing your job, Detective?

How many?

Your Honor!

You are the bad guys, Officer!
You!

That's enough, Mr. Samuels.
Now sit down!

Come on. Gordo.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Officer?

Have you ever lied under oath?

No, sir.
I have not.

No further questions.

Heard the verdict on Samuels
came back

in under three hours.

He was desperate.

All he could do was try
and discredit the police.

Fat chance.

Crime's down, city's safer
than it's been in decades.

Jurors know they have the police
to thank for that.

There was a shootout
in Brooklyn

about an hour ago
during a gun buy and bust.

Detective Valenzuela.

Is she all right?

She's fine.

How 'bout the suspects?

They're in the morgue.

Good.
Saves us the trouble.

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