(male announcer) 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.
Your mom knew I was dropping you off this morning, right?
I think so.
Mommy, then can Katie sleep over again?
Please, Mom?
Oh, my God, Danielle.
I've been knocking for ten minutes.
I'm just dealing with some things
between me and Frankie.
Well, nobody said marriage wasn't work, right?
Katie had a blast.
I'm not sure they got much sleep.
Can you take her for the day?
Please, Mommy! Can I please!
Come on, Mom.
I'm already running late for my shift.
And Jenny's going to the babysitter.
Just this one time.
Next time.
Next weekend I can do it. I promise.
Bye. Bye.
Look, I know you and Frankie need to work some stuff out...
(Danielle) Yeah.
(Kimberly) Next time I'll take her for two nights.
All right.
Danielle.
Are you sure you're okay?
(Danielle) Yeah. Everything's fine.
I have to go now.
(male officer) The four DOAs are a family.
Last name Andreas.
Who called it in?
The super. Found the bodies a little before 10:00.
I got one of my guys sitting with him downstairs.
He's pretty shaken up. Hold him.
We'll talk to him when we're done here.
(Fernandez) Looks like two kids, mother, grandmother.
See the condensation?
They were alive when they got bagged.
Asphyxiation would've kept things quiet.
It's a slow way to go.
Probably three or four minutes before they lost consciousness.
You got a time of death?
The bodies are still warm, no rigor.
So less than four hours?
There's no forced entry off the fire escape
or the front door.
Could have been a push-in.
I don't know. The place isn't tossed.
It doesn't look like a robbery to me.
There's no obvious signs of a sex crime either.
Now, whatever it was, when that duct tape came out,
they didn't stand a chance.
Bind and kill four victims, that had to take some time.
And more than one suspect.
The mail was addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Frank Andreas.
I suppose he's the man of the house.
I'd like to know where he was
when his family was being slaughtered.
It was about 9:45.
I was mopping the floor in the basement
when Mr. Andreas called.
That's Frank Andreas, right?
Yeah, from 4B.
His usual call is, like, a clogged toilet, you know?
What'd he say?
He wasn't making any sense.
Saying they got to his family.
And he wanted you to check on them.
I wasn't gonna at first.
You know, Frankie and Danielle's
always in some kind of tiff.
Last I heard, she kicked him out of the house.
Ah, geez.
What changed your mind about going up?
Well, when I was coming up the stairs,
I saw two strange guys going out the door.
I got a bad feeling.
What did they look like?
One was white, the other guy was black.
I didn't see faces.
About how old?
25, 30.
Mr. Andreas say where he was?
Nope, but I got his number on my cell.
You know, the last time they separated
he lived out of the back of his store.
What store is that?
He's got a gift shop.
9th and 43rd.
Sells souvenirs.
NYPD closed this place down two weeks ago.
It got raided. I wonder what he was selling.
Excuse me, sir.
You have any idea why they padlocked this place?
Bogus merchandise.
Cops backed up a truck, took the entire inventory.
We're looking for a guy named Frank Andreas.
They took him, too, in handcuffs.
Haven't seen him since.
The fraud unit raided Andres' store
to seize pirated DVDs.
Come to find out he's selling NYPD equipment
out the back.
And I'm talking uniforms, raid jackets, scanners.
The real thing?
Yes, stuff that fell off the truck
en route to supply.
If he's selling it on the black market,
who knows who he's dealing to?
A lot of these home invasion crews,
they pose as cops.
We're thinking Andreas might have been supplying them.
Is he out on bail?
He was ROR'ed a week after his arrest.
Andy home invasions out there
with a similar MO?
There's some open homicides
related to drug robberies.
But you're thinking they weren't looking
for drugs or money.
The dump from the home phone has a dozen calls
to Andreas' cell from 4:00 AM to 9:00 AM.
Calls from the wife.
Or the suspects trying to lure him back home.
They waited at least five hours.
He never showed up.
That's a lot of exposure.
They want him bad.
Which means they're not gonna give up,
and we need to find Andreas before they do.
What about the cell number?
Went straight to voice mail.
Well, the case is still open.
Who's the ADA?
Andreas was selling more than stolen police equipment.
He was also pushing counterfeit DEA badges.
Wait a minute, I thought after 911
we were prosecuting that sort of thing more seriously.
How'd he walk?
The ROR was incentive.
Andreas isn't the biggest fish here.
What'd you release him for?
Well, he told me that he sold the shields to two men.
Couldn't give a positive ID.
But he told me enough that I linked them to this.
The robbery of a drug house
on Dyckman Street in Washington Heights.
Three people were murdered.
They used those badges to gain entry.
According to an eyewitness.
So you let him go so he could find out who did this?
He said he could work his contacts on the street,
come up with their names if not the location.
He give you a description?
One black, one white.
So if they heard that Andreas was out on the street,
they probably guessed that he was cooperating.
It could be the connection between
your phony shield case and our home invasion case.
Look, we've been working his phones,
his financials, everything.
The guy's not coming up for air.
I don't know where he is.
He's got another two days until he checks in.
You think he talks to his lawyer?
He's paranoid. He won't even come to my office.
But if you're in contact with him...
Andreas called me twice, that's it.
Said he threw his phone in the Hudson
so they couldn't trace it.
You get what I'm dealing with?
He gets in touch with you again,
let him know that he'll get protective custody.
He's not interested, I'm telling you.
Hey, we're trying to save his life.
Then give me something else to work with.
Better the offer.
Are you listening to me?
They killed his family. They will kill him too.
Hey, I smell leverage. It's my nature.
This guy winds up with a bullet in him,
I will make damn sure everyone knows why.
I'll see what I can do.
Frank Andreas?
My lawyer says you're the two detectives
taking care of my family. Is that right?
Sorry for your loss, man.
I used to come here every Sunday with my two kids.
No wife, no work.
Just two hours a week when everything seemed okay.
And now I got 'em all killed, didn't I?
Why don't we talk about this down at the station?
I wanted to go to them.
But they would have killed me too.
I mean, you understand, don't you?
Come on.
Let's go.
Your wife's personal effects.
Danielle's engagement ring.
She never took it off. It's not here.
It means those bastards took it.
We'll look into it, I promise.
Mr. Andreas, let's continue.
Go back to the phone calls from your wife.
Like I said, Danielle had been calling me all morning.
We'd been fighting, so I ignored it.
I finally picked up around 8:00.
She wanted me to come home.
You thought something was wrong?
The sound of her voice.
You're married 16 years,
you know when something's not right.
That's why I called the super.
Who are these men?
All I found out were their names.
Ricky and Vincent.
Had I known, I never would have done business with them.
Then why did you?
Because they gave me five Gs to make two pieces of tin.
How did you know what a badge looked like?
Ricky had a photo of one, a real one.
I copied it. Same with the Federal IDs.
Was there a name or a photo on these credentials?
They were covered up.
And those DEA badges don't have numbers on 'em.
Who'd you ask to get information
on Ricky and Vincent?
I am not pulling anyone else into this nightmare.
My client's given you more than enough
valuable information on these men, counselor.
The deal is he gives us everything.
Hey, they killed my family.
I'm not dropping dimes on any more people.
But if what Andreas said is true,
it means somebody got their hands
on a real DEA badge.
I spoke to the DEA's group supervisor
for Manhattan.
He referred me to some other agents,
but I've been getting the runaround.
Keep pressing them.
The pieces are almost there.
You're gonna make a hell of a case.
I've got Andreas in protective custody tonight.
I'll work on him again tomorrow.
He's your witness.
Don't let him withhold information.
Jack, I didn't think anything like this
would happen to his family.
He came to you looking to deal.
And I signed off.
This isn't on you, Alex.
No, I'm on hold.
I've been holding for 15 minutes.
I'd like to speak with...
My name is Alexandra Borgia.
I'm an Assistant District Attorney
in Manhattan.
I've left three messages.
Well, I'll speak with any drug enforcement agent
working in Washington Heights.
Yes.
Thank you.
[knocking]
Yes, I'll hold.
[yelling]
[screaming]
Hey.
Borgia missed her hearings this morning.
They sent an officer over,
and he found the door cracked.
Last time anybody saw her was last night about 10:00.
Obviously, her bag's still here.
Her cell phone was over here.
Hell of a struggle from the looks of it.
Yeah, we think they forced their way in.
Same MO as Andreas' place.
Pretty damn close.
There's blood on the carpet.
We found duct tape under the bed.
Witnesses?
We're still knocking on doors.
But there's a neighbor who thinks
she heard something around midnight.
There's not too much foot traffic
around here that time of night.
They went through the files in her briefcase.
Maybe trying to find out where we stashed Andreas.
Then they worked her over for something she didn't know.
We were gonna move Andreas to another location anyway.
All right.
Well, she's still alive until we know otherwise.
I gotta call McCoy.
I told you people what you needed to know.
It's not up to you, Mr. Andreas.
You tell us everything.
How you met up with the suspects,
who you approached looking for them
after your release.
I want my lawyer here.
You're our witness. We own your ass.
I had nothing to do with what happened to your DA.
Help us apprehend these men or all deals are off.
You wanna withhold information,
you can do it from a cell in Riker's.
What?
And you better believe they'll get to you in there.
You would risk my life?
If that's what it takes.
You're putting all this on my shoulders?
You've gotta be kidding me.
Who, Mr. Andreas?
How do you know that they snatched Borgia because of me?
She pushed me to make this deal.
She put me in this position.
Did you think about that?
You went to her with information
after the raid on your shop.
Your deal was contingent on finding these men.
My family is dead.
And I have a bull's-eye on my back.
She knew better.
I want a name!
They wanted me gone!
And she helped them get to my family!
You're done wasting my time, Mr. Andreas.
Dump him in jail.
Dave Morley.
He tends bar at Albertos
on Avenue A.
He's the guy I asked.
He might know where they are.
So what about Borgia, Mr. McCoy?
Do you know for a fact
that she's clean in all of this?
The bartender Andreas gave up, this guy Morley,
he took his back pay two days ago and left town.
We're still looking for him.
I don't want any resources pulled away
from the search for Alex.
There was nothing of any forensic value
found in her apartment.
There isn't a single eyewitness to the abduction.
We reached out to Narcotics up in Washington Heights.
They're working their CIs to get any information they can
about this Ricky and Vincent.
Mr. McCoy. My office, please?
I pulled Borgia's financial records.
For what reason?
Andreas was only casting aspersions to--
I know that.
I just though we could put this thing to bed.
She's been missing for 16 hours, Anita.
We don't have time for this.
I found $8,000.
A cash deposit in her checking account.
So what? Her family has money.
It was probably a gift from her father.
It was made the day before Andreas
was released from Riker's.
Alex wasn't dirty.
I pushed her to flip him.
No way she took a payoff.
Well, someone tried to make it look that way.
You think this is a smoke screen
to throw off the investigation?
That would be my guess.
Then see where the money leads.
Most of the deposits for Ms. Borgia were direct.
Probably salary checks.
Looks like she banked almost exclusively here
and downtown.
How about the $8,000?
It came through the quick deposit
at this branch.
1:22 PM last Monday.
We need a copy of the security tape
and that deposit slip. No problem.
When you make a deposit like that,
don't you need some kind of an ATM card?
No, just the person's name and account number.
Which could have been pulled right off
one of her checks.
It's possible.
Although, this is strange.
What?
Tellers have to log in with their code
to access a customer's account.
Someone from one of our uptown branches
pulled her information.
Is there any record of a transaction?
No, nothing.
You have the teller's name?
I don't remember doing it, you know?
I'm on, like, autopilot most of the day.
I deal with hundreds of accounts.
It was your telecode.
Then I must have punched the wrong key.
You know what, I've had enough of this crap.
What are you doing, man?
We're investigating the abduction
of an Assistant District Attorney,
and you're acting like a punk.
I don't know nothing.
Then you're an accomplice to kidnapping.
Maybe some time at Riker's will...
Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait! Wait, wait.
I didn't have a choice.
My brother got busted and it wasn't even
his drugs, man.
Get to the point!
Some DEA narc busted him.
So the guy called me up and said
he'd help my brother out if I did him a favor.
And he gave you Alexandra Borgia's name?
I mean, I didn't ask any questions.
I didn't know nothing about it.
What's his name?
Kevin Almonte.
Look, we've cut dope deals in this area by 60%.
That's pissed a lot of people off.
So what, you're saying that Hencken
made this story up?
We'd been using his brother as a CI
until he boned me on a bust.
I locked the kid up.
Obviously, this is payback.
Let me explain the situation to you, okay?
We have an Assistant District Attorney
that's been kidnapped.
We're running out of valuable time
and the trail has lead us right here to you.
And I'm telling you you're fishing in the wrong pond.
Now, if you're asking me to dig up some intel...
Yeah, why don't you tell us about two guys
named Ricky and Vincent?
Who?
A couple of killers who are making phony badges
out of a real DEA shield.
And what, you think I loaned them mine?
It's coming back to you, yeah.
Fake badges are a serious business.
But I haven't heard anything about it,
and I've not heard of Ricky or Vincent either.
Well, then, you won't mind showing us
your credentials, would you?
Wasting my time with anything else,
go through my group supervisor, huh?
I'm busy.
Agent Almonte is an obvious link
between the phony badges and the Dyckman street homicide.
We're speculating, Jack.
We can't prove it's him.
Someone must have been tipping these thugs to scores
in the area.
Well, his financials don't show any unusual income.
So he's stuffing the mattress.
Why do think he dropped $8,000 into Alex's account?
As an insurance policy.
Any link back to him on the badges,
he could claim she was dirty.
Give some reasonable doubt at trial.
Well, that sounds great,
but we can't prove that he made that deposit. Exactly.
The security cameras show a man with a hat and a scarf.
Impossible to ID.
This guy's making all the right moves.
He hasn't made a dumb mistake.
We've had no contact with Alex since her abduction.
No ransom call, nothing.
Now, you and I both know, Detective,
the longer she's out there...
Look, Jack, we all want to find her.
But if we go get Almonte, he's not gonna talk to us.
We're not gonna be able to hold him.
He could blow our only shot at him.
I'll figure out what to charge him with.
Pick him up.
Okay.
Impressive.
You gotta bring the rat squad with you as backup?
Get up, put your hands behind your...
Don't touch me!
What the hell do you think you're doing?
Back up! We have a warrant.
Kevin Almonte, you're under arrest
for computer trespass.
Trespass? That's what you got?
Oh, we're hoping it goes up to murder one, big shot.
Come on.
ADA Borgia is still out there, Agent Almonte.
If you want to put yourself on the wrong side of this...
Screw you.
We've got you for dropping the eight Gs in her account.
Call it charity in the first degree.
Call it accomplice to kidnapping
and attempted murder.
You wish.
Give us Ricky and Vince and we'll talk about
reducing charges.
Where's my lawyer I asked for a half an hour ago, hmm?
[knocking]
Patrol found a stolen car dumped in a wooded area
behind Dyckman Marina.
They saw blood on the bumper.
They beat her up real bad, Jack.
I wanna see her.
(Fontana) The ME thinks that she aspirated into her gag.
Choked to death.
How did she die?
Asphyxiated.
On her own vomit.
From the beating she took.
Alexandra's parents are on their way in
from Connecticut.
I'd appreciate it if you'd talk with them
and tell them about the kind of job she was doing.
We're gonna need to have some kind of service
for everybody around here.
I should have taken Andreas from her.
Once it linked to the Dyckman Street homicide,
she had no business running that case.
She'd have fought you tooth and nail on that.
I want these guys, Arthur.
Your DEA agent?
Useless.
Do what you gotta do.
The car was stolen from a parking lot in Brooklyn
the night before.
They wiped down any prints.
Hair, fibers?
CSU is still working.
Agent Almonte.
His apartment's clean.
He knows better than to keep anything incriminating.
Get a fresh team of detectives in there
and search it again.
We're already in overdrive.
I've cancelled vacations, RDOs.
Every available body is on the street.
But you're still coming up empty.
Anything new on Ricky and Vincent?
There's no nicknames or MO hits
in any of the databases.
These two lowlives had to make a mistake somewhere.
Fontana's running down a lead on that engagement ring
that was stolen from the Andreas homicides, so...
All right, let me know if something pops.
All right.
The DEA brass calls every ten minutes.
You can tell them their agent is linked
to a murdered DA.
Is this computer trespass charge gonna stick?
For now.
If we can't tie Almonte to the home invasions,
he gets bail.
Jack, I'm so sorry.
We're gonna need a few minutes here.
You here looking for a scapegoat again?
I'm here because your friends murdered ADA Borgia yesterday.
Are you serious?
So tell me something I haven't heard,
Mr. Andreas.
Like what?
Anything you've been holding back.
I have told you everything.
Then tell me about your relationship
with Kevin Almonte.
Never heard of him.
Are you sure?
Look, what is your problem?
Do I have to spell it out for you, Mr. Andreas?
He has every reason to want to help you
apprehend these men.
Then let me make a suggestion.
Ricky and Vincent were in cahoots
with a corrupt DEA agent who tipped them off
to the Dyckman Street drug stash.
Yeah, I could believe that.
Not only do you believe it,
they told you as much.
And they told you that agent
was Kevin Almonte.
But they never said that.
Let's say they did.
What?
You want him to sign some kind of a statement
to that effect?
I want him to testify before a grand jury.
Is this some kind of a setup, McCoy?
Because if it is...
I need your client's help
to leverage Mr. Almonte's cooperation.
You're asking him to perjure himself.
Not exactly.
It's the only way you're gonna be able
to stop looking over your shoulder.
He'd be lying under oath.
I'll give you my personal assurance
there'll be no perjury charges.
The open case against him will be dismissed.
You and your client will be totally protected.
How you gonna do that?
You want permission to stage a simulated prosecution.
The grand jury will hear fictional testimony.
If Almonte is indicted,
he'll be arraigned in a sham legal proceeding.
You're scaring the hell out of me, Jack.
An Assistant District Attorney was murdered.
I appreciate that.
Murdered in the line of duty.
Doesn't mean we throw out the rule book.
Not to mention the innocent women and children
tortured and killed by these men.
What makes you think this'll work?
The only way Almonte will give up his accomplices
is to aim a Howitzer at him.
A fictitious murder indictment.
Once Almonte flips,
the curtain will be lifted.
He's been hoodwinked.
But there's no murder case against him.
So he never pays for his complicity
in the Dyckman Street homicides?
The Andreas and Borgia murders will still be in play.
Not to mention whatever the Feds
can throw at him.
Didn't some cowboy DA try this back in the '70s?
People v. Rao.
The appellate court took the prosecutor
to the woodshed.
But the real indictment,
which spun out of the phony case,
was allowed to stand.
So you're prepared to go to the woodshed?
One of the court's biggest concerns
was that the trial judge was never informed
that he was presiding over a simulated case.
And if I sign off, my neck is on the chopping block
right next to yours.
The police are all over this.
But they're not getting results.
I wouldn't be here if I had any other options.
Here are the ground rules.
If you somehow manage to pull this off in the grand jury,
I'll handle the arraignment.
Understood.
I'll notify the supervising justice
to cover my own ass.
And, Jack,
if you don't flip Almonte in very short order,
I'm gonna pull the plug.
What was your relationship with Ricky and Vincent,
Mr. Andreas?
First I sold them some phony NYPD raid jackets.
Then a few weeks later I made up some
DEA credentials for them
from a picture that they gave me.
What did that consist of?
A badge and an ID card.
Did Ricky or Vincent ever tell you
where they got the photograph
that they provided you with?
From a real DEA agent named Kevin.
And the ID card even had a DEA number on it.
Was that number 37334, Mr. Andreas?
Yes.
Did Ricky or Vincent ever describe
their relationship with Kevin to you?
Ricky said that Kevin would tip him off
to apartments where they could rob drugs and cash.
Did he say what Kevin's motivation was
in providing these tips?
'Cause Kevin would get a cut of the money and the drugs.
Thank you, Mr. Andreas.
I have a question.
When and where did this conversation
about Kevin take place?
That question isn't relevant, ma'am.
But if these two men told him,
shouldn't he have done something?
(McCoy) I'd like to remind the grand jury
that Mr. Andreas is not a target
of this investigation.
Any other questions for this witness?
I just got off the phone with Judge Bookman.
What are you doing?
Remember "Do what you gotta do"?
That doesn't include breaking the law.
Show me which law I broke.
If not the letter, the spirit.
I've got case authority, judicial approval.
And you cherry picked the only judge in the borough
who'd go for it.
I wanted to insulate you.
Which wouldn't have been necessary
if everything had been on the up-and-up.
Can you give me one good reason
why I shouldn't shut down this little carny show of yours?
Alexandra was murdered.
You're not responsible for that!
Let me do my job, Arthur.
When we exploit our authority,
it corrupts us too.
Don't wax philosophical on me.
Our colleague spent the last terrified
moments of her life alone in a trunk,
beaten to a pulp by these thugs,
choking on her own-- Listen to yourself.
Your whole plan is fueled by outrage.
Outrage is all we have right now.
This is our only chance to get justice here.
Judge Bookman will blow the whistle soon enough.
Let's at least give it a chance to bear fruit.
[phone ringing]
McCoy.
That's great.
That was Van Buren.
Looks like they're about to grab these guys.
Go, go, go!
Police! Get up!
Get out of that bed!
Get on your knees! Get down!
What's your name? Alphonse.
You got ID? In my pants, in my wallet.
Where's Ricky?
Who the hell is Ricky?
Where's Ricky?! I don't know no Ricky!
You pawned an engagement ring he stole
from a quadruple homicide.
You wanna be a part of that, huh? Do ya?
He left this morning.
Who was he with? Vincent!
Look, Officer, I didn't want them here,
but they didn't give me much of a choice, okay?
Where'd they go?
How am I supposed to know? Give us their last names!
Ricky Robinson.
Vincent I never seen before.
All clear, Detectives.
Okay, take care of these two.
We should get CSU over here to dust for prints.
Maybe we can get some criminal histories.
We were here a couple hours earlier,
we'd be taking prints instead of looking for 'em.
We got hits off the prints that we got
from that apartment we raided.
Ricky Robinson. 27 years old.
Priors for possession and intent to sell.
Vincent Mulkowsky, 31 years old.
Burglary, armed robbery, assault.
This one has spent half his life
locked up in some kind of jail.
Mulkowsky's the one with the sadistic streak.
Any leads at their last known addresses?
Former associates?
No, no, nothing so far.
What's going on with Almonte?
Charged him with murder.
Wow. How'd you do that?
I'll handle the legal end, Detective.
Just find these men.
Docket number 64131.
People Vs. Kevin Almonte.
Three counts of murder in the first degree.
What's this about murder?
Quiet, Mr. Almonte.
How does he plead, Ms. Milford?
Not guilty.
Home invasion on Dyckman Street.
Three people tied up and executed.
Let's not waste anybody's time
with a bail argument.
Can we back up, Judge?
My client is a decorated Federal agent.
After being arrested on what was a quite dubious minor charge,
these horrific accusations come out of nowhere.
What's Ms. Milford's point?
That the defendant was surprised he got caught?
He was in his office with a dozen Federal employees
when these crimes occurred.
Mr. Almonte is charged as an accomplice
to the men who did his handiwork for him.
On what evidence?
Statements made by his fellow perpetrators
to an informant.
Who are these people? Who did they talk to?
I'll go you one better, Ms. Milford.
I'm turning over grand jury minutes
to the defense.
The witness name has been redacted.
(McCoy) As the transcript clearly indicates,
Mr. Almonte facilitated the acquisition
of counterfeit DEA credentials
for his accomplices.
Tipped them to the presence of drugs and cash
at the Dyckman Street apartment
and shared in the proceeds.
Remand.
I'm ordering administrative segregation
so Agent Almonte will survive
until his next court appearance.
[gavel bangs]
I doubt you've handled an arraignment
in 20 years, Mr. McCoy.
I used to have an assistant who did that.
We both know that's what these trumped-up charges are about.
Yes and no, Ms. Milford.
Your client's friends killed Alexandra Borgia.
But I can connect him to the Dyckman Street case
as sure as I'm standing here.
So let's cut the BS. Who do you want more?
Do I really need to answer that?
So you got this witness. What else?
He's all I need.
Mr. Name Redacted.
He knew your DEA number, Mr. Almonte.
You'll be looking over your shoulder
for a shank in the back for the next 50 years.
Ouch.
Is there a deal on the table?
I want Ricky and Vincent. Name your price.
We don't make the first offer.
If you can convince me you didn't know
your rip-off partners were bind and torture killers,
I might come down to rob one.
No homicide, huh?
If you'd rather go upstate with a body,
I can accommodate you.
See, the way I read it...
means you ain't holding squat.
(McCoy) That would be a big mistake, Mr. Almonte.
You have something I want very dearly,
and I'm willing to pay top dollar for it.
Top dollar is a walk on everything.
Yeah. I'm waiting.
Robbery in the first degree.
There's some flexibility on the sentence...
and the facility.
Bring on your witness.
CO.
That was just the first dance, Arthur.
What's next, Jack?
You gonna phony up some physical evidence?
Fake a suppression hearing?
Why don't we get some actors in here
and just do the whole damn trial?
I need a few more days.
What's gonna change?
Almonte's not gonna tell you how to find Ricky and Vincent.
He might if he thinks we're not listening.
Judge Bookman give you a wiretap on the jailhouse phone?
Almonte's too smart to use it.
But we've been working with the Department of Correction.
Let's see what happens when he gets his hands on
a cell phone he thinks is safe.
(Almonte) They got me jammed up on your business, Ricky.
(Ricky) So what you wanna do about that?
(Almonte) Fix the leak.
(Ricky) The leak ain't easy to find, Kev.
(Almonte) They like to use that motel out by LaGuardia.
The Raddick.
(Ricky) I don't know, man.
(Almonte) You better know.
Ricky.
(Ricky) Yeah.
(Almonte) Take care of this situation,
or we're all gonna suffer.
Were you able to trace the call?
To a disposable cell phone.
So you got skunked, Mr. McCoy.
We didn't get the location of Almante's accomplices
I was hoping for.
But they're plotting to kill Andreas.
Even if I grant you that,
what are you gonna do about it?
Besides relocating Mr. Andreas?
I'll indict Almonte for conspiracy.
I think it plays, Elizabeth.
The two of you have him indicted on a fictional case.
He plots to kill a man
who's pretending to be a witness in that case.
It's textbook entrapment,
and I'm putting an end to this sham prosecution
before somebody gets hurt.
You're closing out the only two means
of leverage we have, Judge.
The criminal justice system is not your personal plaything.
We both know this isn't business as usual.
Ms. Borgia's murder is a stain on this institution.
Well, let me take another shot at Almonte.
I want these animals as much as you do,
but now I supervise this court, and you've gone too far.
You'll release Almonte immediately.
(Bookman) There's still the original
computer trespass charge.
Make an application to remand Almonte.
It will at least buy you some time.
Well, I can't see how there's any harm in that.
Won't be necessary.
If I can't press the murder charges,
I might as well let him go.
Here we go.
Subject is getting into a taxi
heading north on Center Street.
All right, stay close but don't spook him.
We're set at Almonte's building.
Okay, I've got a visual on the suspect's vehicle.
Switch the monitor.
The subject has just entered his building.
All units proceed to East Houston and stand by.
We're in position, Loo.
We sit on this guy long enough,
he should lead us right to Ricky and Vincent.
Lieutenant.
Subject exiting building.
You see that? He's strapped.
All units, subject is now armed.
All cars, subject is heading to Houston.
If he jumps on the subway, we're screwed.
[gun cocks]
(Green) Subject down! Repeat, subject down!
In pursuit of a brown Ford.
Go go go!
23-William, move in! He's coming your way!
[sirens]
[police radio chatter]
Get down! Get down!
Down! Down!
Hands! Hands!
Get over here. Cuff these guys.
We got two under, Loo. How's Almonte?
He's DOA. Is everybody okay?
Everybody that matters.
So how do we deconstruct this
for the mayor and the media?
We apprehended two home invaders
who slaughtered eight people,
including Assistant District Attorney
Alexandra Borgia.
And Kevin Almonte?
A corrupt DEA agent whom we utilized
in a legal sting.
Their ninth and final victim.
What about the fact that he's dead
because he was being used as bait?
That's an overly cynical rendering of events.
Is it?
It worked.
I'm not complaining about the result.
We didn't have a choice.
No, we did.
We let it get personal.
Nature of the beast.
I'm not going to apologize for any of it.
So what now?
We pat each other on the back
and break out the Blue Label?
Alexandra always hated that.
I just assumed she didn't like scotch.
The whole old-boy ritual.
It was a little much for her.
I've got an arraignment first thing tomorrow.
[door closes]
Docket numbers 66118 and 119.
People v. Ricky Robinson and Vincent Mulkowsky.
Numerous counts of burglary and robbery.
Nine counts of murder in the first degree.
Pleas, Mr. Bacon.
Both my clients plead not guilty.
These are the men who are alleged
to have murdered ADA Borgia?
And eight other people.
I believe the charges speak for themselves.
Excuse me, Your Honor.
(Judge Schneider) Who are you?
Brandon Gregory,
Assistant State's Attorney General.
And why are you interrupting this proceeding,
Mr. Gregory.
The conduct of the District Attorney's Office
in this matter, specifically Mr. McCoy's methods
in obtaining these indictments, are under scrutiny.
Mr. McCoy's ability to fairly prosecute
these defendants
has been called into question.
I have an order signed by the governor
appointing me special prosecutor
of these cases.
Mr. Gregory will represent The People in this matter
until its resolution.
You are relieved of your duties here, Mr. McCoy.
Don't screw this up.
Mr. Gregory, are you prepared to move forward for The People?
Yes, Your Honor.
I'm asking that both defendants be remanded.
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