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.
( indistinct police radio transmissions )
I want the Cadi.
I'm happy with the velour, and not even leather.
I'm happy.
What do I end up with?
A damn Asian ant box.
( overlapping messages over radio )
Must have forgot their keys.
Hold it; we got a vic.
( siren wailing )
( tires screeching )
PARTNER: Hey, watch it, Eddie-- he's got a gun!
( sirens wailing in distance )
Hey, Eddie, forget the kid!
This guy's checking out!
Since when's a ham sandwich $2.75, Jesus?
Since last Friday.
I didn't know ptomaine had gone up.
We don't use none of that.
It's all homemade.
( horn honking )
What?!
We got a 10-20; could be a homicide.
Vic conscious?
Nope. Ambulance is on the way.
Around the potholes, huh?
The suit's just back from the cleaners.
Odds?
EMT: 50-50, but I'm an optimist.
I've seen this guy.
Hochmeyer. Come here.
Any I.D.?
They took his wallet, but we ran the car.
Hey, who owns the Benz?
Eddie, come on.
It's registered to Charles Halsey in Kew Gardens.
Oh, that's great, that's just terrific.
You know the guy?
Councilman Halsey? Ring a bell?
Dirtbag was always mouthing off
about the streets being unsafe?
I hate media cases.
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Ooh, they try to get close to you,
looking for anything that they can get 500 words out of you.
99% of them don't care about you, the case, or who they hurt.
They just want to sell papers.
And if you talk to them,
they start calling you at the office,
tying up the lines.
If you don't talk to them,
they starting writing about how the police are stymied.
Then, phone calls come in from the brass downtown.
You can't smoke that in here.
It's not lit.
Not bad, Max.
A prophet in your own time.
...was big news to you people.
Then, you all just got tired of hearing the truth.
Oh, sure, you were all there at his press conferences,
but he was just exercising his lungs. ( camera clicking )
Now do you understand
what Chuck Halsey was screaming about?
Our streets aren't safe for anyone.
You can check with our office on Chuck's condition.
We'll have regular medical updates.
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.
( reporters clamoring )
REPORTER: Do you have any idea what your husband was doing
in that neighborhood late at night?
Excuse me.
DOCTOR: Go home and get some sleep.
He made it through the surgery, and that's half the battle.
We'll call you immediately if anything changes.
Thank you, Doctor.
Who are you?
I'm Detective Logan, this is Detective Greevey.
I'm sorry about your husband, ma'am.
You're the investigating officers?
LOGAN: Yeah.
We heard it was two black kids.
You have anything else?
Not yet.
Could you give me a description of his personal items, ma'am?
He always carried a, uh, a brown alligator wallet,
and, um, he had a star sapphire ring
and a gold and diamond Rolex,
and he always had about $500 cash.
Your husband have any enemies?
CONTI: Chuck Halsey is one of the most respected
and liked men in this district.
I'm sure he is. Ma'am?
What are you asking me?
I thought you knew who did it.
LOGAN: No, we knew two black kids were there.
They didn't drive him to that location.
Do you have any idea what he was doing way out there?
Chuck had a political dinner.
I was there; it ended around 10:30.
LOGAN: Did he leave alone?
I have no idea.
Are you going to be able to catch these... kids?
I'm not going to lie to you.
It will take a break or a miracle.
What kind of miracle?
One of them walking in and confessing might help.
We have to get back to the precinct garage.
We'll try to get your car back to you
as soon as possible, ma'am.
Thank you, Detective.
It's okay, it's okay.
That was smart.
Hey, there's no sense in her having any illusions.
Oh, right.
Conti got a real charge out of your sense of humor.
Yeah?
Are you trying to tell me this thing plays straight?
Let's check Halsey's car.
What was he doing there after a political dinner?
Let's check the car.
Oh, well, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
What do you got?
Old rumors.
That's great; what kind?
Rumor was that he ran the pad in the criminal courts.
He's a bagman?
Was...
if you believe the rumors.
This really frosts my cookies, Max.
You mind telling me why you didn't tell me?
Because you're already leaping to conclusions
for Pete's sakes.
About the only probable conclusion that we can draw
is that the black kids took whatever they found.
Let's check the car.
60 bucks for a damn key.
I could have popped the thing for nothing.
Car belongs to a councilman.
Is that real?
How much?
12 and up.
Must be crazy about his old lady.
GREEVEY: I don't want to tell her, but what else
can we do?
But Halsey could still pull through, right?
Eight to five, against.
Surgeon says it's in God's hands.
Well, that must be comforting.
Well?
The guy wakes up, and the coat wasn't for the wife
and we've told her...
Thanks for your help, Captain.
Keep in touch.
Since when does that mean we don't go?
Hey, Max. Yeah.
Jacobson down at the trib.
I'm out.
No labels.
Maggie's got a friend.
Works for a furrier.
MAN: You catch the Halsey mugging?
Yeah.
Give Perez a call in Narco.
Perez?
He's the one doesn't shave? Yeah.
We take down the crack house
and roll up this scum ball dealer Rodriguez,
along with the half a dozen customers.
Rodriguez is on probation
and knows he's going back for a deuce,
so he gives us this kid who he says came in with a wad
that he had taken off some white dude in a Mercedes.
When I got in here,
I read the APB, and, boom, called upstairs.
LOGAN: Monster case of the yips?
GREEVEY: He's good for nothing till he comes down.
LOGAN: Nah, I'm going to have him singing the name game
in five minutes.
What, $20?
Rodriguez would rat out his own mama.
Don't know nothing!
And you ain't got squat on me, except for what he said,
and that's just heresy.
The word's hearsay, Simonize.
Yeah, that's it,
and I be good for no say.
Hey, shut up.
We don't dig being dissed by lightweights.
Mike, Mike,
he's not being disrespectful; he's just being reflective.
What are you looking at?
Turn around.
Eight arrests and he still doesn't get it?
Hey, judges help those who help themselves.
Going...
Now, I'm not talking about a year in Spofford.
Going...
Don't be stupid! Gone.
Back to your cage, Simonize.
Get up.
Simonize. What a surprise.
You getting some career counseling from Greevey?
I ain't done nothing!
Such a polite young man.
Well, of course, you haven't.
We always go out and arrest innocent people.
Who does this jerk hang with?
How's Tremaine these days?
Ain't seen him. It's amazing how you homeboys are always apart.
Tremaine Lewis. I got his address upstairs.
Simonize lives with his grandmother.
( chuckles ) Grandmother?!
( laughter in distance )
You the man?
We sure are, honey.
( pounding on door )
WOMAN: Who is it?
GREEVEY: Police, Mrs. Jackson.
You sure this paper says you can do that
even when he ain't here?
Yes, ma'am.
That's a search warrant, signed by a judge.
First time the police
ever brought a search warrant.
Simon done something real bad this time, huh?
Yes, ma'am.
Looks that way.
Lots of noise.
Plenty of warning.
GREEVEY: Tremaine Lewis! NYPD.
Drop the gun, Tremaine!
Give it up!
GREEVEY: Look at me when I'm talking to you!
And if the councilman croaks,
you guys move up to the bigs, murder two.
We're telling you the truth, man.
We didn't do nothing to him.
You guys willing to swear
you two were together the whole night?
You got that right. Hmm?
You know what we found in Simonize's apartment?
I ain't never seen that.
Simonize, you holding out on your main man?
That is the vic's watch.
Anybody want to make a deal?
( door opens )
You didn't plea these guys, did you?
We're still talking.
Stop.
Councilman?
Now, wait a damn minute...
He's saying the dude croaked?
I'm saying you blew it.
Look, he was already cut
when we got there.
We took them off, but we didn't do nothing to him.
He's telling the truth.
He was just lying there bleeding.
It was that white cat
in the Benz.
He got out as soon as the truck pulled off.
What truck?
I've been thinking about yesterday.
That was great.
I thought Halsey had croaked.
Tony Halliwell? Yeah?
I'm Detective Greevey, this is Detective Logan.
Is there a problem?
Dispatcher said you made a late delivery on Tuesday night.
Uh-huh. Anybody else here when you arrived?
Just the night man; he was inside.
And outside?
Yeah, there were a couple of cars parked right there:
a gray Mercedes and a red Jag XJ-S.
Hey, that's very observant, Tony.
Yeah, I like cars.
You see anything else?
Yeah, when I drove in,
there were two guys at the rear of the jag.
Trunk pops open,
guy reaches in pulls out a fur coat
and hands it to the other guy.
Could you identify them?
Yeah, sure.
Then what happened?
The other guy opens up the trunk of the Mercedes
puts it in there.
They both climb into the Mercedes, and I go inside.
Thanks.
You've been very helpful.
Sure.
I didn't know you hung with the carriage trade.
Hello to you, too.
Max.
Maggie.
Second floor.
Talk to her boss.
She thinks he'll know who made it.
So is this good for a dinner?
Well, that depends on what dinner's good for.
Oh. Well, let's put it this way:
you don't have a chance in hell without it.
Very cold, Maggie.
So light my fire.
MAN: And then, among lynx,
there are as many variations as there are among people.
So is this coat Meryl Streep or Whoopi Goldberg?
More the latter than the former, I'm afraid.
Canadian farm grown, male pelts, basic coat, not a designer's.
Flash but basically trash.
You mind if we cut to the chase, Mr. Farber?
Oh. There are about three furriers
who do these type of garbage goods,
but your best bet is Kornbluth on 22nd.
MAN: They're Russians, you cretin.
Don't give them a dime until you have the pelts.
What?
You Kornbluth?
There hasn't been a Kornbluth here since 1957.
I'm Swersky.
What do you want?
Where's the owner?
What is this, 20 questions?
I'm Detective Logan, and this is Detective Greevey.
Now, is this your coat?
Possible.
I mean, it looks like one of mine,
but I don't know every coat.
Now you're starting to tick me off, Mr. Swersky.
Why is it I think that Mr. Swersky
recognized that coat the minute it walked in the door?
You want to tell me what you want.
No.
Who bought the coat?
It was a gift.
What kind of car do you drive?
A Cadillac Coupe de Ville.
Why?
Who was the gift for?
You know, I really think maybe
I should give my attorney a call, huh?
Absolutely.
Feel free.
Maybe I should give Gaffner a call down at the firehouse.
Now, aren't some of those pelts
covering fire sprinklers?
And call Ulasewicz over at the buildings department.
I saw a lot of violations.
Tony Scalisi.
Where do I know that name?
Masucci family.
God, he finds out I told you...
Why did he want the coat?
What am I, Karnak?
Trucker give you a positive I.D.?
Right from the picture.
So did Lewis and Jackson.
Read the rap sheet.
Mr. Scalisi likes to slice and dice.
And guess who leases a red Jaguar XJ-S?
Halsey regain consciousness?
GREEVEY: Doctors aren't very optimistic.
Captain, why don't we wait to see if Halsey buys the farm.
Murder's a better collar.
I'm getting my butt barbecued.
Borough president called for a task force.
He wants to take it away from us.
Deputy Commander Jefferson calls twice a day.
What's he want?
Doesn't want me to forget
that this is a politically sensitive case.
I don't want to wait.
Get a warrant.
Go on.
Yes, sir.
Which night school Clarence Darrow
is handling this?
Name's Robinette.
$20 says he won't file.
These defensive bets are going to kill you.
( overlapping conversing )
MAN: And then, what happened?
And after that, he picks up the baby,
and he starts shaking her.
And her head just starts flopping... Thank you.
Is that when you called 911?
MAN: Well, if it was self-defense
how come you shot him in the back?
Robinette?
Uh, Logan.
Greevey, he's Logan.
Stone's willing to file, but it's a reach.
I've sent a lot of guys away
on circumstantial evidence.
Anyway, I think this is more than that.
What kind of more?
You know that Halsey was a bagman?
Stone mentioned that.
Then mention to Stone that Deputy Commander Jefferson
has been nosing around.
Tell him I thought he'd like to know.
You're new, aren't you?
How long you been with Stone?
Eight months.
Must be a record.
See you in court.
Must be out.
No answer.
You guys just got lucky.
Here he comes.
I hate pit bulls.
If he drops the leash, shoot the dog first.
Go over there.
Anthony Scalisi, I have a warrant for your arrest.
Don't move.
( dog growling )
What's the charge?
Assault with a deadly weapon and the attempted murder
of Charles Halsey.
Spuds moves, you're history.
MAN: Criminal possession of a weapon
in the third degree, criminal possession of a weapon
in the second degree, assault in the second degree,
assault in the first degree
attempted murder in the second degree.
Counselor, waive reading of the rights and charges?
So waived.
And how does your client plead?
Not guilty.
JUDGE: People on bail?
Your Honor, the defendant has been convicted
of murder once before.
He is a repeat offender.
He's a soldier in the Masucci family
and is considered a flight risk.
This office requests that he be held without bail.
I'm afraid I am loathe to withhold bail
on all except homicide cases, Counselor.
$100,000...
cash or bond.
Short date.
Thought Stone would be here.
At a button man's arraignment?
Have no fear, Eddie.
Stone's looking forward to seeing you in court.
What's his schedule like?
Depends on who's coming to call.
Come on, Paul, this whole thing
is just one step above a roust.
It's a two-minute negotiation.
I wouldn't count on it.
Halsey's still touch and go.
Nobody dies of a knife wound
a week later.
Predicate violence?
Stone hates pleading on predicate violence.
( knocking )
( whispering: ) Cosmatos.
Call me irresponsible, Eddie, but I like you.
You're a hell of a lawyer.
That's why I'm always amazed at how incredibly guilty
your clients are.
Scalisi's lower than snake spit.
Well, you want to waste
more of your client's money, come on down Thursday.
I'm Eddie Cosmatos.
I can't wait to put this in front of a jury.
Two black kids are found with the victim's possessions.
The other eyewitness puts Scalisi there,
but they only time they saw him was when he was with Halsey,
he was perfectly fine,
so why does Eddie want to plea his client?
Judicial calendar doesn't publish until next week.
Scalisi draws Robards or Kapstein...
He gets 15 to life.
He draws Rosen or Gonzales, he gets an apology.
So what do 99 defense lawyers out of 100 do?
Wait for the calendar to come out.
And you only make five percent of what Eddie makes.
What did Greevey mean about Deputy Commander Jefferson?
Jefferson and I don't dance.
The guy's a hero.
He's a lying, two-faced bastard.
Wait a minute, I grew up around the corner from him.
He coached my little league team.
I wouldn't even be a lawyer if it wasn't for him.
I'm sure his dog loves him, too.
You know how many black kids look up to him.
He's one of the highest ranking black cops ever.
If he's wrong, he's wrong.
If he's so wrong, how come nobody knows it?
I know it.
Come on, let's beat the traffic.
STONE: I used to hear things about Halsey along time ago,
but he's had a good reputation the last ten years.
Funny thing about reputations...
Now, don't start on that, Paul.
I just think... You're not thinking.
If Jefferson was white,
you wouldn't doubt a word I'm saying.
Only reason he's still got a badge is because he's black.
Really? Why don't you just tell me what the hell he did?
He perjured himself as a captain,
changed his testimony on me.
Somebody bought him, that's one.
Another time, he doctored evidence in a numbers case.
I'm not going to do this, Paul.
You're either on my team or Jefferson's.
... and since he never discussed business with me,
I had no idea he was involved in illegal activities.
We just had dinner
with Deputy Police Commander Jefferson
and his wife, for God's sake.
Mom?
I'm going to head on over to Gran's.
She's still a little shaky.
I'll be back in an hour. Okay, sweetie.
Kenneth was going to Annapolis,
but with what's going to come out,
he'll never be able to get a congressional appointment.
Mr. Halsey never wanted Mrs. Halsey
to be burdened with unnecessary business details.
Is there anything else you'd like to know?
Her coat size.
12... I wear a 12.
Thank you, Mrs. Halsey-- one more thing.
Did you ever hear of somebody called Anthony Scalisi?
No, I don't recall that name. Why?
He was a man we suspect attacked your husband.
A black boy named Scalisi?
Two blacks in custody confessed to robbing your husband
but Scalisi was the one who slashed him.
Do you have any idea why somebody might want
to attack Mr. Halsey?
Mrs. Halsey already told you
she didn't know Tony Scalisi, all right?
Mr. Wentzel.
We won't take up any more of Mrs. Halsey's time,
but why don't you let us
buy you a cup of coffee?
STONE: Mrs. Halsey wears a 12.
The coat is an eight.
Who is she, Mr. Wentzel?
You can't be serious.
I can't tell...
You're gonna make me very angry if you finish that sentence.
Hey, what is this?
We're talking privacy here.
No, we're talking obstruction here.
That's what we're talking.
Now, wait just a damn second...
No, you wait-- this case stinks.
Your friend was a bagman
long before he was a councilman,
and old habits die hard.
Now, I'm going to start sending out subpoenas.
I find out that you
had any knowledge of person or persons
who were involved with your friend in illegal activity,
I'll have your butt.
Now, what's her name, Mr. Wentzel?
Alicia Heslin?
Um... she's in sweaters.
Miss Heslin?
Yes?
My name's Paul Robinette.
I'm from the district attorney's office.
Yes?
I'd like to ask you a few questions.
About what?
Charles Halsey.
I've been expecting you.
STONE: I like the story you wrote on Congressman Macgruder.
So, what do you want?
Everything you got on Charles Halsey.
How much do you know about parking meters?
They all run fast.
And a lot of people who get tickets don't pay them.
Collecting all that money for all those unpaid tickets
is a very big headache
for the head of the parking violations bureau.
He has to get a little outside help.
That means a big contract. Ah.
Very big, very lucrative contract.
Who has it?
Interesting little company called Carnegie Collections.
She's got champagne tastes-- Cartier watch, alligator shoes.
When she first heard about it,
she thought he might have been trying to commit suicide.
Why? Was he depressed?
He'd been subpoenaed--
federal grand jury on municipal corruption.
Oh, and how's this grab you.
Her apartment lease is made out to Carnegie Collections.
She wear a size eight coat?
Right off the rack.
He tell her names?
Last month, it was all he talked about.
Told her who had done what to whom and how they had done it.
Will she testify?
Most of it's unusable anyway.
"Chuck told me that Scalisi told him that Van Damme told him,"
that kind of thing.
She did say he couldn't figure out how this was happening,
since he had a deputy police commander in his pocket.
JEFFERSON: I can tell you now that six days
of jury deliberation did have me worried.
REPORTER: Well, you must be very pleased
with the verdict, Deputy Commander.
I am, Chuck, I truly am.
Our high schools must be protected
from the drug-dealing scum trying to poison our children.
Mr. Jefferson.
Deputy Commander, can I ask you this?
Do you feel that the impact of this verdict
will be felt on the streets of New York?
How deep does this go?
It's not confined to the parking violations bureau,
that's for sure. Why not?
Halsey's been the bagman for 20 years
Scalisi's mobbed up,
and according to a reporter I know,
several other councilmen and politicians
are stockholders in Carnegie Collection,
as well as the deputy police commander,
one William Jefferson.
Jefferson? Is this personal?
Is that why you want to bring the feds in?
I'd love to nail the bastard,
but with him involved,
we get one surveillance leak, we're dead.
We're secure with the bureau doing it.
Let the feds have the ink on municipal corruption.
They may even help me
get a conspiracy to murder on these bozos.
( sighs )
You never know whose pants are going to get dropped
in a corruption scandal.
Hey, this started out as a mugging.
I'll back you.
But don't bring me any names unless they're dead-bang guilty.
I want a smoking gun I want it in somebody's hand.
Are you telling me tape?
Tape would be a start.
Can I offer Scalisi immunity?
Nope. It would look like he's naming people to save himself.
I wouldn't want you to go out on a limb here, Alfred.
That's not what I get the big bucks for.
( buzzer sounding )
Yes?
WOMAN: Mr. Stone has an urgent call.
A lawyer named Cosmatos.
Somebody wants to make a deal.
Cosmatos and Scalisi are in your office.
Call Judge Ichaso.
Get warrants for Halsey, Scalisi,
Jefferson's phone records, and talk to Halsey's doctor.
See when we can interrogate him.
COSMATOS: So we steadfastly maintain
that the slashing was done
by the black youths seen fleeing the scene.
We all know you never know what will happen with a jury,
so we would be willing to negotiate
some sort of an agreement.
Don't do me any favors.
I'm more than willing to let the people decide.
Bottom line: what do you want?
Who paid you to do Halsey?
Look, you want to talk city corruption?
No deal without the names.
Pass.
STONE: What's up?
Hospital just called.
Charles Halsey died half an hour ago.
We'll get back to you.
I haven't even made an offer.
Trust me, you wouldn't like the counter.
I can tell you things.
You going to tell me about parking tickets?
Yours is already punched.
We know all about Carnegie Collections.
I got a lot of names.
I'll see you in court.
I'm not talking G-4s here.
These are your basic elected officials
and a deputy police commander.
Don't have him make me call security.
Come on, Tony.
There is no way
that I am going down alone behind this.
Now, what do you want?
Want? I want it all.
You testify-- give names, dates, amounts.
You flush all those true-blue public officials.
And that gets me a walk?
The only way you walk is you say who gave the order.
You know I can't do that.
No Masucci, no free lunch.
But the public officials could lead to a plea
of let's say... assault?
Let's say voluntary manslaughter.
Let's say involuntary.
Then he wears a wire.
SCALISI: What, are you crazy?
They know I've been popped; they'll smell it.
You let me worry about that.
What kind of sentencing recommendation?
Depends on what's on the tape.
Tick-tock, gentlemen.
Write it up.
The guy had arteries the diameter of capillaries.
So with the traumatic loss of six units of blood
there was a causative connection
between the assault and the coronary?
Oh, come on, guys, you don't want to ask me that--
"causative connection"?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute.
Mr. Halsey had a regular physician,
didn't he, Dr. Goldberg? Yes, he did.
And he described Halsey as being in good health. Uh-huh.
He was alive a week ago, correct?
Far as I could tell.
And then, somebody cut his throat
with a straight razor, severing an artery in his vocal cords.
As well as other connective tissue.
And now, Mr. Halsey is dead?
Yes, that's correct.
Thank you, Dr. Goldberg.
It's neat, it's clean, it's inter-agency cooperation.
and we may get a murder- for-hire conspiracy.
while you get another nail for your RICO...
How did I get so lucky?
A high-level cop is involved.
I can't this through the P.D.
The D.A. know about this?
It has his full approval.
We go to trial first.
You want to win your RICO?
You go in with one of the five counts
having already been proven in state court.
What do you need?
An FBI surveillance team.
Get me Jackson at the bureau.
All right, let me see if I've got this.
Halsey's been called before the grand jury.
Big names figure he's going to name them,
give the contract to Scalisi.
But Scalisi screwed up.
The black kids come along.
We got lucky; they came up with I.D.
So why are you kicking?
I told you, it's a weak case.
It's all circumstantial,
and no choirboys as witnesses for the prosecution.
Spare me the waltz, all right?
This is all off the record until after an indictment.
But I get an exclusive on the arrest.
I can't promise you that.
Sure you can.
You get an exclusive
on the highest-ranking defendant's arrest site.
Will you run it?
"Assistant District Attorney Benjamin Stone stated
"that his office did not feel that Scalisi's causative role
"in Halsey's death could be proven
beyond a reasonable doubt."
a tad doctrinaire, but not too bad.
Scalisi comes out smelling like a rose.
So long as they buy he held his mud.
Jefferson called me for a status report.
You told him about this case?
I had to-- he would have been suspicious
if I didn't talk to him.
I gave him the "we had to let Scalisi walk" rap.
How did he take it?
He was absolutely furious.
I'm sure it was an Oscar performance.
You're certain he's guilty, right?
I'm not certain, I'm positive!
Now, you take her through her testimony?
She's still upset
about not having a lawyer with her.
Did you explain to her how the grand jury works?
No lawyer unless you're a defendant
and we need her testimony to get a wiretap?
She understands.
She's not happy about it, but she gets it. All right.
STONE: And did Charles Halsey tell you of other officials
who were involved in this conspiracy to award
the traffic violation bureau's collection contract
to Carnegie Collections?
HESLIN: Well, he mentioned people that I knew
as well as people that I had never heard of.
Which people that you knew personally?
Anthony Scalisi and William Jefferson.
And did he tell you the amount of money involved?
He said
that there was over $1 million available
to pay off city officials per year.
( elevator bell dings )
See who your client drew?
No, I haven't seen the calendar.
"Let 'Em Walk" Falk.
Hey, I didn't want him to plead; it was his own decision.
Anyway, he got the call.
From who?
Scalisi wants it to be a surprise.
This isn't a parlor game, Eddie.
He's worried somebody might not show up,
and you'll think he's lying.
Where's the meet?
Cafe Bruxelles.
When?
Tomorrow night, 8:00.
Bring him to the bureau at 6:00.
You know who's coming?
Mm-hmm.
Bad?
I hope you don't have any political aspirations.
Just make sure he's on time.
I'll start with you taking them through the arrest
of Lewis and Jackson.
Let Max do Scalisi.
How did you let those kids plead?
Possession of stolen property, six months.
You going to be able to nail Jefferson
for anything worse?
STONE: Looks like it.
What goes around comes around.
If these guys smell anything hinky, they're going to clam up.
So just be cool-- you beat the system.
You told the cops to shine it on.
McCORMACK: Maybe you want to tell us who's coming to this party now?
Hey, didn't anybody tell him the deal?
Whoever comes, comes.
These guys are going to hang themselves.
I ain't ratting on them.
But I'll tell you who ain't coming: Masucci.
There is no way I give up my boss.
Hold your water, Tony.
We wouldn't want you to short yourself out.
Just make sure one of the principals
implicates himself. Right, right, right.
STONE: We've gone through their phone records.
Halsey's talking to Scalisi and Jefferson 10-15 times a week.
Conti even called Jefferson when he was on a police junket
to Tokyo. McCORMACK: Whoa, whoa.
Scalisi and Halsey I understand,
but why Jefferson?
He's a deputy commander and police handle traffic,
which includes parking. ROBINETTE: Look at that.
Do you believe these guys?
McCORMACK: Damn! Limo's got a New York City shield on the bumper.
STONE: Bingo.
McCORMACK: Who is it?
STONE: Borough President Conti's in front,
that guy in the middle is Jefferson,
and the one in the blazer is Councilman Van Damme.
( whistling ) Ain't politics great?
CONTI ( over speaker ): I was worried it would come up
at the mayor's press conference last week.
JEFFERSON: The commissioner was asking about it every day.
This has been a rough few weeks
on all of us, and the...
The DA's decision is extremely gratifying.
I'd like to propose a toast.
To Tony Scalisi.
JEFFERSON: Here, here.
CONTI: Who knows how to be a stand-up guy.
That's about as damning as a rotary club meeting.
Shh, shh.
Tony... we don't want you to think
that we're not very grateful for everything you've done.
SCALISI: Hey, what are friends for?
VAN DAMME: Maybe we should get you
to take care of that worm Lasco, too, huh, Tony.
Yeah, half the politicians. AGENT: God almighty...
AGENT 2: What's the problem? It's Greco.
Who is he?
McCORMACK: One of Masucci's mechanics.
He usually eats in the bar.
What do you want to do? STONE: Let it play.
VAN DAMME: ...have to send you right to the hospital to do some...
"additional surgery."
I thought the jerk was never going to croak.
( laughter )
JEFFERSON: These things take time.
VAN DAMME: Tony, you know if there's ever anything you need
from us... Come on.
He's probably just going in for dinner...
Wait, he's going to incriminate himself.
I want you to have this.
VAN DAMME: It's nice to know we're all in the same boat together.
So who contributed?
You really want to know?
Absolutely.
Me, Jefferson, Van Damme.
That's it-- we got it.
Tell the agents in the restaurant.
They're not wearing radios. What?!
You can't hide the wires. This guy's not going to the bar.
Oh, my God!
( car horn honking )
( gunshot )
( screaming )
Freeze, Greco!
( gunfire )
Don't say anything.
Not a word!
Wait for your lawyer.
STONE: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
in the coming weeks,
you will hear how an investigation
of what seemed to be a common mugging
uncovered a conspiracy at the highest levels
of city government--
a conspiracy that led to three violent deaths.
You will learn how these men
driven by the basest kind of greed
violated their public trust
and conspired with a member of organized crime
to murder another public official.
I ask you
to weigh all the evidence that is presented.
It is my responsibility
to show you their crimes.
It is your responsibility...
...to see that justice is done.