All language subtitles for Law and order S09E02 - DWB

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.

If it's got two heads,
then we throw it back.

We throw everything back.

You don't actually think
we're gonna eat anything
that comes out of there.

Well, then,
what's the point?

You'd rather be having
pancakes with your in-laws?

It's a sport, David.
It's like flirting.

Well, listen, maybe
you throw everything back.

What are you doing?

Ah, I'm thirsty.

Oh, jeez.
You got your cell phone?

Yeah. Why?

Call 911.

Oh, God.

He was found over there.

The blood trail
goes back along here.

We found his watch
right there.

Pieces of his shirt here.
This is where it starts.

About a quarter mile.
Tire prints?

We're working on it.

Oh, great.

Who invited them?

Somebody at the hospital
must've dropped a dime.

You better get used to
having them around.

You got the watch?

An old Bulova.

2:36. Stopped ticking
when he took a licking.

Thanks.

The scalp at the back
of his head was torn off.

He has deep abrasions
all the way down his back.

From being dragged.
Uh-huh.

I found fibers imbedded
in these ligature wounds
around the ankles.

A copolymer of adipic acid
and hexamethylene-diamine.

Something the space shuttle
brought home?

Nylon rope.

Ten cents a yard
at any hardware store.

What's this
on his hands? Paint?

Yes. And it was on
his pants, around the knees.

White reflective paint.
The same grade
used for road work.

How long does it
take to dry?

Mmm, 30 minutes to an hour,
depending on the humidity
and the road surface.

Broken left cheekbone,
fractured skull,

two cracked ribs,
spiral fracture of the wrist,
ruptured bladder...

Some party, huh?

You run his prints?
No hits.

I thought for sure.
He's got a scar
on his right side.

Could be a knife wound.

Or he had his appendix out.

Anyway, we sent him down
to Missing Persons.

Well, hurry up
and give him a name.

Briscoe.
Yeah, hang on.
Lieutenant...

Van Buren.

Uh, I'll be right there.

The party's
just getting started.

What could possibly
have a higher priority
than a hate crime?

If I have to call up
the Mayor again
and stir up the pot...

Let's not jump to conclusions.

We don't know what kind
of crime it is yet.

A black man
was beaten to a bloody pulp

and dragged a quarter
of a mile behind a vehicle
over a dirt road.

You call that a love crime?

I want assurances
that Lieutenant Van Buren

will get all
the man power she needs.

All she has to do is
pick up the phone.

In Jasper, Texas,
they had armed black people
marching in the streets.

I wouldn't suggest that
anyone do that,
Reverend Dempsey.

In this city,
we arrest people who
carry firearms in public.

You just arrest the crackers
that killed this brother.

We put these stripes down
just after 1:00,
Saturday night.

Now, if you could
only get people to
drive in between 'em.

Detectives.

I got a left partial
palm print here,

and a full
palm print there.

Looks like a winner.

Let's get some
people down here,
start a canvass.

I couldn't hear anything.
I was sleeping.
I took my hearing aid out.

How about you, ma'am?

All I could hear
was her snoring.

Every time she has
a cocktail after 10:00,
she snores.

It's not that.
It's that air conditioning.

She turns it up
so it's like an icebox.

You'd think
we owned stock in Con Ed.

Can you think of anybody
who might have been

out on the street
late Saturday night?

Like, maybe one of
your neighbors
walks his dog?

Uh, there's a black man
always on the corner.

He cleans windshields,
he sweeps up.
Oh, uh, what's his name?

Raymond.
His nickname is Ray-Ray.

Oh, right. Ray-Ray.

Nobody on the corner
like that today.

Because he's in the hospital.

He tried to wash
someone's windshield.

The driver shot him
in the foot.

So last Saturday night,

you were working the corner
of 95th and Second?

Who said that?

Mr. Davis,
you're not in any trouble.

We just want to know
if you saw anything
unusual on 95th.

I don't know.
Like what?

Like a fight.

One of the guys involved
was a black man,

mid-forties,
about 5'10",

wearing light gray pants
and a blue shirt.

Uh-uh. I ain't seen
nothing like that.

Maybe you'd be
more comfortable
talking to us in private.

I ain't talking to you.
I didn't see no beating.
Just leave me alone.

You're not
under arrest, Mr. Davis.

You're here as a witness.

I didn't witness anything,
I keep telling them.

They think
you're holding back.

And they're usually right
about these things.

Well, I ain't
telling them nothing.

Right. We'll catch up
on our reading.

They pulled this brother
out of his car,

and they pushed him
down on the ground,

they hit him some,
threw him against the car.

Who's they?

White dudes. Two of 'em.

Would you recognize them?

I ain't get any kind of look
at their faces.

But they had on
jeans and T-shirts.

What kind of car?

Cutlass. Gold, maybe
champagne. Vinyl top.

Those white boys were
wailing on the brother.

What happened after that?

Don't know. I just
went about my business.
Can I go now?

Soon as we write up
your statement.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

See, I told you,
but I ain't telling
nobody else.

I don't want no trouble
with the man.

Oh, you don't have to
worry, Mr. Davis.

In this house,
I'm the man.

Profaci will
take his statement.

You two find that Cutlass.

The Parking
Violations Bureau?

Great.
The first circle of hell.

They hooked it up
Monday morning.

The license
plates were gone.

I haven't run
the vehicle ID number
through the DMV yet.

Anybody been through it yet?

Yeah. I found
a duffel bag full of
gold bars in the trunk.

I'll be retiring next week.

Hey, Lennie
Westchester Auxiliary Police.

This guy was a part-time cop.

Temporary ID,
Floyd Michaels.

Now he has a name.

Yeah. Here's the rest of
the Michaels family.

He worked in Westchester
till 12:00.

And when he wasn't home
by 3:00, I called.
They said he left.

How long had he
had the job?

A month.

He only worked there
on weekends.

He had a regular job
driving a delivery truck.

He usually come
straight home?

Why wouldn't he?

It's just a question.

Let me tell you
something, Detective.

Sunday morning,
I went to the police station
on Lexington.

They said Floyd
wasn't missing till
he'd been gone a day.

They said,
"Come back on Monday. "

On Monday, this
white policeman told me

that Floyd was probably
holed up with some ho,
or messed up on crack.

He told me, "Come back
in a couple of days.

"He'll probably come home
when he got hungry
for some home cooking. "

So, nothing is ever
just a question.

Now, I want my husband's
body back today!

We found a broken fingernail
on the front seat of the car,

and corresponding marks
on the upholstery.

The guy was hanging on
when they pulled him out.

We tried to start the car.

Battery was out ofjuice.
Worn alternator belt.

So, Michaels couldn't
get his car going.

A sitting duck.

The man kept
his car spanking clean.

This was under
the front seat.

Scented soap.
Lavender candle.

Maybe Michaels went
to the East Side
to take a bath.

Fabienne of Paris.
One of those
door-to-door outfits.

Name of the sales rep's
on the receipt.

It gets to be 2:00,
a man knows he's got

an angry woman
waiting at home.

A bottle of perfume
just might get him
past the front door.

So, Michaels bought
the bath soap

and the scented candle
for his wife?

Mmm, yes, sir.
That's what he said.

Except he didn't exactly
hurry home.

You wouldn't be
covering up

for a good customer,
would you, Mr. Cutty?

Oh, no, sir, no, sir.
Floyd had two beers,
and he left.

He wasn't
looking for trouble.

He left by himself?

With Artie Dickson.
Floyd was gonna help him
flag down a cab.

I don't know how long
we waited for a cab.

But after a while,
Michaels said
he'd drive me home.

And you
live on East 95th?

For the last 47 years.

You know, I told Michaels
which way to go,

but, uh, he wasn't
paying attention.

Uh, we ended up
driving around the block
a couple of times.

The bartender said
you weren't too steady
on your feet.

Well, that's because
I got bad knees.

Michaels help you
up the stairs
to your apartment?

Uh, because of
my knees, you see.

That Michaels was
a nice young man.

I'm telling you,
you know, he had
children and everything.

You see anyone
hanging around outside?

Uh, no,
can't say that I did.

Anyone in a parked car?

Uh, no, not parked.

But you saw
someone in a car.

Well, Michaels thought
somebody was following us.

The second time
we came around the block,

he said a car pulled out
from across the, uh, deli.

What deli?

Uh, on 94th near Lex.

Followed us
till we crossed Second.

Either one of you catch
the make of the car?
The license plate number?

Uh, Michaels said
it was a red Pontiac. Sporty.

You see who was driving?

Well, I didn't see
the car myself

I was resting my eyes.

I guess I should've
paid more attention

to how Michaels was
driving, you know?

He was a nice young man,
that Michaels.

Nice young man.

It was parked
across the street.

A red Pontiac Firebird,
with two white guys.

My dad saw it first.

Why? He like red cars?

This one was
staking out my store.

We had eight robberies
in the neighborhood
this month.

You get
a license plate number?

1-8-7-something.
New Jersey plates.

I called the cops.

What'd they do for you?

Nothing. They came.
The car was gone.

They said they got
three reports that night
for a suspicious red Pontiac.

They bought two bananas
and a yogurt. Tough cops.

Guess we're going
to Jersey.

So, what do you guys
want to talk to
Charlie about?

Mrs. Coffey,
does your son still own
a red Pontiac Firebird,

license plate
187 JRL?

Yeah.
Was he driving it
Saturday night?

I doubt it.
Why is that?

Because Charlie
got arrested in the city
for drugs last March,

and now he's doing
six months in Rikers,

on account of his
lard-ass Legal Aid lawyer
never filed an appeal.

Who's driving his car now?

Nobody. When the cops
arrested Charlie,
they took his car.

And now it's sitting
in a police garage,

and it's gonna cost me
2,000 bucks to get it out.

You New York cops,
you got some nerve!

You said license plate
187 JRL?

New Jersey.
That's what we said.

I can't seem to locate
that vehicle right now.

Look, either it's here
or it's not.

I can't locate it.
Try tomorrow.

Somebody already claim it?

No, I didn't say that.

So, what,
you lost it?

Look, I just can't
locate it. Give me
till tomorrow.

Tomorrow's too late.
What's the deal, Fenwick?

You lend it
to the in-laws?

Look, fellas, you gotta
cover me on this.

It was borrowed,
off the books,

by the Neighborhood
Stabilization Unit
for patrol duty.

The car was being used
as an undercover vehicle
by some officers

of the Neighborhood
Stabilization Unit

to stake out potential
robbery targets
on the East Side.

This is common practice,
to commandeer cars
seized as evidence?

You asking me
off the record?

Where's the car now?

It's missing.

Do we know
which officers had
access to it that night?

There's four names.
Fratelli and Carlson,
Dietrich and Sawchuck.

All patrolmen
in the 21.

What do their files say?

Two of them have
reprimands by
the Review Board

for excessive force.
It comes with the territory.

You excusing them?

No. But there's
no hard evidence connecting
any of them to Mr. Michaels.

I... I'm just hoping
we took a wrong turn here.

So am I.

You have an eyewitness
to the attack?

Come on, Ray-Ray.

If you see somebody
you like in there,
send up a flare.

Something about
all these guys.

They're all so
damn well-groomed.

Here. This one here.

Yeah, I remember this guy.

From where?

He gave me a ticket
for obstructing traffic.
He's a cop.

Hey, that's what's
with all these guys.
They're cops, huh?

And those two white boys
Saturday night were cops, too.
Is that who they was?

Don't worry about that.

I don't recognize nobody.

Mr. Davis...
Uh-uh.

I ain't never seen them.

All right, Mr. Davis.
The officer will
fix you up with some lunch.

You mixed our
suspects in with
photos of other cops?

Hey, try finding 20
clean-cut white guys
in the mug books.

Hey, LT,

it was a long shot
he was gonna
pick 'em out anyway.

You don't tell, I won't.

We've got
an eyewitness, Fratelli.

He saw two guys bouncing
Michaels off the pavement
at East 95th.

That'd be you
and your partner, Carlson.

It wasn't us.

You're so confident
this witness
can make my man,

put him in a line-up.

Oh, his turn
will come soon enough.

Carlson's going first.

So, if you have
an explanation
for what happened,

now's the time to
catch us in a good mood.

Because once
IA takes over...

We'll roll right
over you, Fratelli.

Right about now, Carlson,
they should be bringing
Fratelli into the line-up.

Unless, of course,
he already gave it up.

There's nothing to give up.
We didn't do it.

Well, you and Fratelli
had the Pontiac, right?

Yeah. We flipped it back
to impound on Friday.

Well, then why can't
they find it, Carlson?

Well, how the hell
should I know?

Those bozos
couldn't find their ass

with both hands
and a flashlight.

We knocked off at 12:00.

Sawchuck went home,
I stayed to do reports.

Did you see Fratelli
and Carlson?

Yeah, outside
the station house,
around 2:00.

Hey, guys,
you're barking up
the wrong coconut tree.

Well, then, Officer Dietrich,
what do you suppose
happened to Mr. Michaels?

He ran into
some wrong people,
but it wasn't cops.

So, screw your witness.

There's only two ways
to go, Sawchuck.

Either you and your partner
Dietrich did Michaels...

No. No way. I was home.
You ask my wife.

Or you know who did.

We're gonna run
all you guys
through the line-up.

Once a witness points
a finger, that's it.

Game over.

Your lack of
cooperation will be
duly noted

along with this reprimand
for excessive force.

Hey, I don't work
for the rat squad.

You won't be working
for anybody, pal.
They're gonna bounce you.

I don't care.
I got 15 years in.

You think you're walking
out of here
with your pension?

I just got off
the phone with
the Commissioner's office.

Kiss your bennies goodbye.

They're bluffing.
The union wouldn't
let it go.

The union's
already on board.

We're all taking this
very seriously.

This is gonna go hard
on your family, Sawchuck.

What do you got,
three kids?

My client had nothing to do
with Mr. Michaels' death,

but he'll tell you
what he knows.

He keeps his job
and his benefits.

No problem here.

Me and my wife
drove up to Carlson's farm

Sunday afternoon
for a barbecue.

Fratelli was already there.

Him and Carlson
told me they had
a problem with the Pontiac.

What exactly did they say?

They told me
a traffic stop went bad.

They had trouble
with a collar,

so they had to
get rid of the car.

They didn't
give you any more
details than that?

No. And I didn't ask.

I just wanted to get
the hell out of there.

That's not good enough.

We're gonna need the car.

It's on Carlson's farm.

Did you see it?
Yeah.

Yeah, I saw it.
Back seat was
covered with blood.

Hell of a place
for a barbecue.

Back seat's missing.

Where's the local dump?

The back seat
and floor mats were
in the Ellenville dump,

medium to well-done.

Forensics couldn't lift
any fluids or fibers.

Start filling out
arrest warrants.

Nylon fibers were found
on the underside
of the rear bumper.

Same chemical make-up
as the rope fibers
on Michaels' feet.

Bring 'em in.

We're hooking you up
for murder, Fratelli.

You have the right
to remain silent.

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

You have the right to
a lawyer. If you cannot
afford a lawyer,

one will be appointed to you.

But, then,
you know all that,
don't you, Carlson?

The U.S. Attorney
would actually be
doing you a favor.

You'd have to
make this case,

and worry about
your good relations
with the Police Department.

The U.S. Attorney's Office
has no such concern.

You also have
no appropriate penalty
for what these cops did.

Granted, they wouldn't be up
for the death penalty.

But Federal law has stiffer
sentences for anybody
who helped them cover up.

Since when is there
a cover-up?

You already found
one officer who
kept his mouth shut.

And now, Officer Sawchuck
is cooperating.

The blue wall
isn't just one brick.

We have the arsenal
to take on
the Police Department.

The Brooklyn D.A. wisely
let us proceed
in the Louima case,

and we'll probably be
asked to take over
the Jasper, Texas case.

We're not in Texas,
we're not in Brooklyn.

Thank the U.S. Attorney
for his offer.

We'll do our own laundry.

Good day.

How can a traffic stop
go this bad?

We have a more
immediate problem.

Before I came in,
I was on the phone
with the Ellenville dump.

They close at noon on Sundays.

Sawchuck said he saw
the bloody back seat

at Carlson's farm later,
around 3:00.

Maybe Carlson took the seat
to the dump some other day.

The receipt
for the dumping fee

was dated for that Sunday.
Sawchuck is lying.

What was his alibi
for the time
of the murder?

He said he was with his wife.

Gil was home
by 12:30 Saturday night.

Don't you believe him?

Your husband lied
about what he saw
at Carlson's farm on Sunday.

We believe he knows
more than what he's told us.

He had nothing
to do with killing
that poor man.

His story just
doesn't hold up.

He'll have to take
his chances with
Carlson and Fratelli.

No! That is not fair.
He's not like them.

Then convince us.

Gil's partner, Frank Dietrich,
he told him what happened.

When we got
to the farm Sunday,

Dietrich was already there
with Carlson and Fratelli.

On the way home,
Gil told me
what Dietrich said.

He told me
Dietrich was involved.

How involved?

Gil didn't say.

He was sick over it.
He didn't want to
rat out his partner.

Who are you?

We're from the
District Attorney's Office.

You need to tell us
what your partner
said to you.

Get out.

I'll subpoena you
before the Grand Jury.

I don't give a damn.

Refuse to answer,
I'll have you thrown in jail.

Officer Dietrich has already
told the investigators
everything he knows.

Yeah, he alibied
Carlson and Fratelli.

He was a lot more
forthcoming
with his partner.

Officer Sawchuck
amended his statement.

He said that
you told him that

Officers Fratelli and Carlson
beat and killed Mr. Michaels.

That you provided details
which made him believe

you witnessed
some of those events
and helped destroy evidence.

And of course,
you're buying Sawchuck's
latest concoction.

We...

We believe him to be
an honest cop trying
to do the honorable thing.

We think a jury will agree.

My client will tell you
what he knows.

In return, he wants immunity
from state and federal
criminal prosecution,

and from any
departmental sanctions.

The U.S. Attorney
has no problem
with immunity.

There's no deal unless
the District Attorney
gets on board as well.

Until I know exactly what
your client's role was, I...

Sawchuck's testimony
only takes you so far.

You want direct testimony
against Carlson and Fratelli,

you're gonna have to
deal with my guy.

All right, you have a deal.

Early Sunday morning,
around 2:00...

I saw Carlson and Fratelli
pull up in the red Firebird.

They had a male black
cuffed in the back seat.

He didn't look good.
They said he resisted arrest.

They were gonna
teach him a lesson

I told them,
"Just book the guy
and forget about it. "

Carlson said
they were gonna break him.

What does that mean?

I didn't think
they were gonna
kill the guy.

They asked me
if I wanted to come along.

I said no.

They drove off.

And the next day
at Carlson's farm?

I got there early.

They showed me
what they did with the car.

They wanted me
to talk to Sawchuck,

in case anybody
asked about it.

Why did they stop
Mr. Michaels
in the first place?

They profiled him.

He was in the wrong
neighborhood
at the wrong time.

Wrong skin tone.

No way, no how do we
condone racial profiling,
Ms. Carmichael.

I tell my people it's illegal
and won't be tolerated.

Well, the message
isn't getting through.

The Civilian Review Board
told me

they get a lot of complaints
about your precinct.

Nobody likes getting
pulled over by the police.

But we don't
target minorities,
we target criminals.

Well, some of your officers
seem to think
they're one in the same.

From what I see here,
most of the unsubstantiated
traffic stops

for drug and burglary
investigations

were of African-Americans
and Hispanics.

Ms. Carmichael,
it's a fact of life
in this city.

Most of your
underprivileged,
your uneducated,

your criminal underclass,
they're people of color.

So, it follows
every person of color
is a suspect?

I was wrong, Lieutenant.

Your message is
getting through
loud and clear.

Two officers have
courageously come forward
with essential information.

They put decency and law
above misplaced loyalty.

Their actions firmly
put to rest the myth
of the blue wall of silence.

The Mayor has issued
a directive to every officer

with information
about this case to follow
their brave example.

The Mayor is also
deeply concerned
about complaints

of racial profiling
by officers throughout
the five boroughs.

He has directed
the Civilian Review...

Should come as
a great comfort
to the Michaels family.

Mayor's got himself
a new cause.

If the 21 is any indication,
he's got his work cut out.

It's bad enough
profiling is rampant there,

most of the profile
stops were done by
our star witness.

Officer Dietrich.

Carlson and Fratelli
picked up their
bad habits from him.

He was their
training officer

when they joined
the Neighborhood
Stabilization Unit.

I'm liking Dietrich
less and less.

The jury doesn't
have to like him
to believe him.

I bought a pig in a poke.

I don't want this
blowing up in my face
when he gets on the stand.

Officer Dietrich had
eight complaints
for excessive force,

15 for verbal abuse.

They're just allegations.
The Review Board
found no basis.

And these?

This is departmental
reprimands.

It's Mickey Mouse stuff.

Failure to report an arrest,
unauthorized sick days.

What is this?

That is an application
for early retirement

with full disability
for job-related stress.

Wait... "1994."

What happened?
He changed his mind?

There was a hearing.
The application was denied.

Dietrich sued the city
to retire on full disability.

Because he was stressed?

Because, in the words
of his psychiatrist,

"He sustained seriously
disabling psychiatric
symptomatology

"during the course
of his duties. "

What duties were those?

From 1989 to '93, he worked
in an anti-drug unit
in the Bronx.

He claims, as a result,
he suffered from
rage and depression.

My old man knew
something about that.

Never occurred to him
to sue the city.

Well, did your father
feel like killing people?

Dietrich told
his psychiatrist
he wanted to,

"Burn all the niggers
and spics in the Bronx. "

And that's only one
of his violent fantasies.

What's he doing
still in uniform?

The city decided
he was malingering.

They called him a...

"Narcissistic, self-indulgent,
emotionally unstable person

"who expects immediate
attention and pity. "

I see why
they wouldn't
want him to retire.

Yeah, they did the math.
It was cheaper
to keep him on the job.

This was a hearing
over a pension.

It's of no relevance
whatsoever.

It's relevant
the city concluded
he was a malingering liar.

I'm no liar.

So when you told
your psychiatrist

you wanted to kill
minorities, you meant it?

I was going through a divorce.
I was one pissed off guy.

I wasn't too fond
of women, either.

And now, all better?

Yeah. I don't let the job
get to me anymore.

What about this urge
you talked about?

The urge to kill people
who upset you?

Are you cross-examining him?

He's not going
near a courtroom

until I get
a satisfactory explanation.

You want an explanation?

You walk a beat
for 16 years.

What you saw disgusted you.

They live like animals!

They get high.
They kill little kids.

That's why
Carlson and Fratelli

wanted you to come
with them that night.

What the hell
are you talking about?

That's why they thought
you'd go along.

Mr. McCoy, that's enough.

Write down what you did
after you ran into them.

Where you went,
who you talked to.

This is bull.

Mr. McCoy,
Officer Dietrich has put

his life and his career
on the line

to testify against
his fellow officers.

They Mayor's called him
a hero, for God's sake.

The Mayor should've
talked to me first.

I want a full accounting
from you, Officer.

Names, addresses,
the whole nine yards.

This is no way
to treat a witness.

He's in it up to his elbows.

He was there.

And now he's got immunity.

He did what?

I withdrew my offer
of immunity
to Officer Dietrich.

Doesn't that mean
he won't be a witness
against Carlson and Fratelli?

I don't want him
as a witness, I want
him as a defendant.

Based on what?

The testimony
of his psychiatrist
at a departmental hearing.

He's a violent racist.
That's it?

He refuses to account
for his whereabouts
at the time of the murder.

That won't even sustain
an indictment.

Is there a case against
Carlson and Fratelli
without Dietrich's testimony?

Not a good one.
You need him.

You better un-withdraw
your offer of immunity.

Mr. Schiff,
if this case goes south,

the Rodney King riots
will look like
a marshmallow roast.

It's his case.

You can expect a call
from the Governor.

Mr. Butler,
the U.S. Attorney's Office

stands by its offer
of immunity
to Officer Dietrich.

We are ready
to move forward.

You'd give immunity
to a man who'd...

Take the case.

We'll drop the charges
against Carlson and Fratelli.

We'll cooperate
with you any way we can.

Will that make
the Mayor happy?

Adam, this isn't right.

For all we know,
Dietrich's the ringleader.

For all you know?
You don't know anything.

Between Internal Affairs
and you,

the Red Sox couldn't
have done a better job
of botching it up.

We're ceding jurisdiction
to the Feds.

I'll draw up the dismissal
of the charges against
Carlson and Fratelli.

By the time the Feds
get done with Dietrich,

they'll be naming
bird sanctuaries after him.

I'm not done with him.

Get everything you can
on grants of immunity.

I bought you dinner.
I didn't know what you liked,

so I got you salad,
low-cal dressing...

Low-cal?

Excuse me?

I burn it, I don't store it.
What did you get?

Ribs.
Oh.

Great. Looks good.
I'll eat, you graze.

Listen, I haven't found
anything on point yet,
but I have an idea.

When the Feds
were after their immunity
agreement with Dietrich,

they basically used
our agreement,

they just changed
the names.

Standard practice.

Well, yes,
but it's going to cost them.

Have you read
the Federal statute
on witness bribery lately?

This is perfect.

Let's file a motion.

You're challenging
the Federal grant
of immunity?

Yes.
You're defying me.

I guess I am.
Dietrich's a killer, Adam.

I'm convinced
he participated in the murder,

and the Feds are
letting him get away with it.

So, you're going to
sabotage their case.

Any other brilliant ideas?

You wanted to know
how a traffic stop
could go so bad?

Because nobody said,
"That's enough. "

This is my line in the sand.

One phone call from me,
this is dead in its tracks.

You could do that.

I'd re-file it
as a private citizen.

It's nice to have choices.

Mr. McCoy is trying to
equate a grant of immunity
with bribing a witness.

It's absurd.

Title 18, Section 201
of the United States Code

prohibits anyone,
directly or indirectly,

from giving or promising,

"Anything of value
for testimony by a witness. "

And you're saying
the grant of immunity

is something of value
under the statute?

Yes. As a result
of his immunity,

besides keeping
his police pension,

the witness, Mr. Dietrich,
avoids jail time.

I can't imagine
anything more valuable

than personal
physical freedom.

Your Honor, making deals
with potential witnesses

is accepted practice
in every jurisdiction.

Mr. McCoy himself drafted
this grant of immunity.

Was he trying
to bribe a witness?

What Mr. Gervits
fails to grasp

is that New York and Federal
bribery statutes differ.

Under New York law,
bribing a witness requires

influencing that witness
to testify falsely.

Federal law has
no such requirement.

A simple quid pro quo.

Yes.
Under the Federal statute,

simply giving
something of value

in exchange for testimony,
true of false,
constitutes bribery.

Your Honor,
if you sustain
Mr. McCoy's motion

and invalidate this
grant of immunity,

the Federal criminal justice
system will grind to a halt.

If we can't make deals
with witnesses...

That's not a concern
of this court.

Your deal with Mr. Dietrich
clearly violates
the Federal statute.

I'm allowing
Mr. McCoy's motion.

The grant of immunity
is rescinded.

First thing
tomorrow morning,

file indictments
against Carlson,
Fratelli, and Dietrich.

Murder one.

Preposterous decision.
Hog-ties every Federal
prosecutor in the country.

And thanks to you,
we're a party to it.

The decision will be
reversed on appeal
six months from now.

By then, Dietrich
and the other two
will be on death row.

Or your letter of resignation
will be on my desk.

My Longhorn pennant
will look good over there.

Bite your tongue.

The case
isn't easy to make.

Not without one of them
rolling on the others.

That's what got us
in trouble
in the first place.

Wrong guy, wrong deal.

You'd give the right deal
to the other two?

Carlson has
three reprimands.

One for excessive force,

one for passing
racist literature
to other officers...

Fratelli has seven years
on the force
and a clean record.

If he hasn't
rolled by now...

There was an eyewitness.
The squeegee man?

Ray-Ray Davis.

The police report said
he could not identify

Fratelli or Carlson
from the photo arrays.

I wonder
if he'd do any better
seeing them in person.

All right, Mr. Davis,
take a good look
at these men

and tell us if you saw
any of them on 95th Street.

And take your time.

Number three from the right.

Number three, step forward.

Is that the man you saw
assaulting Mr. Michaels?

Uh-huh. Number three.
He's one of 'em.

Uh, Ms. Carmichael.

My client's ready
for a heart-to-heart
with Mr. McCoy.

Great. I'll set it up.

He blinked?
Yeah, thanks to Mr. Davis.

Good old Ray-Ray.

Trick was giving him
a number he couldn't
forget. Three.

It rhymes with squeegee.

You get his confession
and testimony against
Carlson and Dietrich.

In return, you let him
plead murder two

with a sentence
recommendation
of 15-to-life.

My offer is, he walks away
with his life. Period.

No possibility of parole.

He's serving Dietrich up
on a silver platter.
Without him...

I don't care who gets
the gurney next to Dietrich,

Carlson or your client.

Oh, for God's sake, McCoy,
he's got a family.

So did Mr. Michaels.

They won't get to
visit him every Sunday.

We'd been
sitting on this deli
about 40 minutes,

when the Cutlass passed by
for the second time.

Driving slow,
with two male blacks
in the front seat.

Officer Carlson thought
the occupants might be
planning to rob the deli,

so we followed them.

The Cutlass kept
proceeding at a regular
but slow rate of speed.

Did it occur to you that
the driver might be lost?

No. It's a pretty
high-class neighborhood.

The car and the occupants
just didn't seem to fit.

Because they were
two black men
driving an old car?

Yes.

What happened next?

We followed the car
until it crossed
Second Avenue,

then we went
around the block.

When we came back,

we saw the Cutlass parked,
with the driver
still behind the wheel.

We couldn't see
the second occupant.

We got out of the car
and approached the Cutlass.

While Officer Carlson
talked to the driver,

while I kept an eye
on the surrounding buildings

for the second man.

The driver identified himself
as Floyd Michaels.

He said he had driven
a friend home and
couldn't start his car.

Officer Carlson
ordered him out of the car.

Then I heard
Mr. Michaels say
in a defiant tone

that he worked for
the Westchester Police.

What happened then?

Officer Carlson
went off on the guy.

He pulled him out of the car
and struck him several times
with his night stick.

What did you do?

Mr. Michaels was cursing
and trying to get away.

I helped my partner
subdue him.

With appropriate force?

You'd have to say
it was excessive.

Then we handcuffed
Mr. Michaels and put him
in the back seat of our car.

Then we drove
to our station house.

Did you stop along the way?

Yes, sir. Mr. Michaels
kept cursing us.

On two occasions,
Officer Carlson
stopped the car

and went in the back
and hit him.

What, if anything,
did you say or do?

Nothing.

What happened
when you got to
your station house?

We saw Officer Dietrich
walking to his car.

Officer Carlson
pulled up along side
and told him what happened.

Officer Dietrich said
that we should teach
Mr. Michaels a lesson.

Officer Carlson agreed.

He told Mr. Michaels
we were going to break him.

Officer Dietrich
got in the car,

in the back seat
with Mr. Michaels,

and we drove over
to the West Side,
to a field

under the Henry Hudson.

What happened
when you got there?

Officer Dietrich pulled
Mr. Michaels out of the car,

and him and my partner
took turns hitting him
on the chest and head.

Did you hit Mr. Michaels?

On the legs.
Just on the legs.

What happened after that?

Officer Dietrich got some
rope out of the trunk.

He tied one end around
Mr. Michaels' ankles,

while my partner
tied the other end

around the back bumper
of the car.

Was Mr. Michaels
conscious during this time?

He was just moaning,
not saying anything.

Nobody was.

Dietrich got
behind the wheel.

Me and Carlson got in.

And Dietrich just...

I wanted to say something...

But Dietrich and Carlson,
they had seniority.

Dietrich stopped the car.

Him and Carlson got out.

They came back
with the rope.

They just threw it
on the back seat next to me.

There was blood on it,
from where it was tied
around Mr. Michaels' ankles.

Then we drove off.

I wish...

I'm sorry for what
happened to Mr. Michaels.

I'm sorry
I dishonored the uniform.

How could
such a horrifying thing
happen in our city?

It may be comforting
to simply point
at these two officers

and say that
Mr. Michaels' death

was solely the issue
of their sick,
hateful minds.

Or to lay some of the blame
on the Police Department.

After all,
they had ample warning.

They caught
Mr. Carlson distributing
racist literature.

Officer Dietrich told them
he was having fantasies

about killing
African-Americans
and Hispanics.

And the Police Department
did nothing,

except issue reprimands.

So other well-meaning
officers got the message.

The Department
tolerates racists.

It's okay to
use racial slurs,

to use excessive force,
to use racial profiling.

Not only that,

it's okay to do it
in front of
your fellow officers.

Don't worry,
the buddy-buddy system
will protect you.

The blue wall
will shield you
from civilian authority.

Not that they
really have anything
to fear from us anyway.

And that's the least
comforting reason why
this horror took place.

As long as crime is down,

as long as
the streets are safe,

as long as these abuses
by police officers

happen in somebody
else's neighborhood,

we're content
to look the other way.

That's what these officers
were counting on.

That our failure
to police them

manifests our indifference,

even our acceptance
of their methods.

Well, ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

here's your chance
to send a clear,
unambiguous message

to every police officer,
good or bad,

that we will not
tolerate racism.

That we will punish
every abuse.

And you can do it today

by exacting from
these two individuals

the most extreme
punishment under the law.

The Fourth Amendment
of the Constitution

recognizes our right
to be secure in our persons

and protected from
unreasonable seizures.

No police officer can
take those rights from us.

Not unless we give them away.

Two of New York's finest
on Death Row.

There's gonna be fallout.

You think we should have
let the Feds take the heat?

We'll know next time
one of us needs a cop.

Your first death sentence.
You okay with it?

Only one thing bothering me.
Ray-Ray, the squeegee man?

The cops told him
which one was Fratelli.

I know. I told them to.

Perfectly legal.

We were never going
to use the identification
at trial anyway.

Legal or not...

Major felonies, Abbie.
Welcome to the bigs.