04x06 - An Unfair Trade

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Nothing. Let's go back.

Yeah, yeah.

All that.

Who are you?

Give it here.

Hey.

What?

Nick, we got us a
couple of battery boosters.

Wonderful.

Wouldn't it be nice to have one
day you didn't have to look at a shift?

Yeah, well, this ain't it.

Look, through the lot,
we can still make night...Yeah

I just hope to god the
guy, the kid's over 16,

because I can't stand children's court.

It's a waste of time.

All right, fellas, police.

Where'd you get the battery?

Put it down. You're
under arrest, both of you.

Man, no comprendo.

All right, where'd you
get the battery from?

It's mine. I bought it around the corner.

Yeah, sure.

Why don't we all take a walk
and see where you bought it from?

Hector!

Oh, Ma, it's all right. It's nothing.

Where are you going?

Talk to me, boy.

Alicia! Alicia!

Mama! Alicia!

Mama!

Hector, what's going on?

Mama!

Jim, he's got my g*n!

Hector get over here!

Stop!
Hold it!

No!

Drop it, will you?

Drop it!

Mama!

Go on and stay back...

All right, where are they?

They're this way, Chief. I'll show you.

Hey, guys, this is Chief Wilson.

They wanted two kids.

They didn't have the battery.
They had the possession.

They resisted arrest.

They grabbed Garrett's g*n
and they pointed at O'Connor.

Get that kid out of here, for God's sake.

Calm this crowd down.

What the hell are you
doing? Hanging around?

Get these men out of here.

Investigating a sh**ting.
We're covering the scene.

It is a police officer sh**ting a boy.

Now, what the hell are you doing?

I'll tell you what I'm doing Lt. Kojak,

I'm ordering you to cool
this thing off and fast.

Captain.

Are you men finished?

I can get this area cleaned out now.

If the boy could be moved. Move him!

Kojak, is this your case?

Well, unless I've been transferred or
promoted, this is still Manhattan South.

Promotion is doubtful. A
transfer is always possible.

Then what can I tell you,
baby? The case is mine.

I expect to be kept filled in on whatever
you come up with. You understand?

If we come up with anything other than
justifiable, you'll be informed. Yes sir.

Justifiable, clearly defined.

Right out of departmental
regulations, you hear?

Hey were investigating a sh**ting.

Not a cop reciting dirty words.

Captain McNeil, this is Officer Garrett,
Officer O'Connor from the Anti-Crime Squad.

Which one of you sh*t him?

I did.

Get these men over to the precinct!
Now!

Uh, come on, guys.

From this moment on, you make no statement
to anyone until the PBA lawyer shows up.

You have the rights and protections of a
private citizen. Take advantage of them.

Hey, wait a minute. What
the hell's going on here?

It was the only thing I could do.

What was I supposed to
do, let the kid k*ll my partner?

Is that what would have happened?

Captain. Hi.

Well?

What are they doing?
Are they choosing sides?

It may come to that.

It hasn't yet.

But let's go over the scorecard.

They are the police brass
that has to answer to the public.

I am the PBA representative who
has to answer to the membership.

And you two are the involved
officers who have to tell your story

to somebody who's
gonna fight for your side.

Almost a class reunion.

Captain, this call's for you.

Tell him.

Hey! Tell him what happened.

The kid had me dead. I was gone.

Take it easy, O'Connor.

All right, now what the hell
do we do to be here like this?

Get them into my office.

The assistant district
attorney is coming down.

I want to talk to the girl now.

How'd it go over at the hospital?

The boy d*ed.

If the cops were wrong, they were wrong.

You're gonna say so?

If these men committed a crime.

We'll help convict them. Believe me.

Sure, I believe.

That cop sh**t my brother.

I believe that, too.

Did you see it? I was there.

Why? Why? My mother
was screaming, so I ran.

Then you weren't there.

I got there and they were
fighting. Who was fighting?

Everybody. Who is everybody?

I don't know.

I mean, I don't know the names.

But my brother had his hands up.

Fighting with his hands up?

He stopped.

Show us.

Were they, uh...

Were they open or closed?

Open.

Holding a g*n?

I saw it.

I tell you.

My brother was with his friend,

he was showing him a battery he bought.

And the cops came up,

and grabbed them,

and hit them and sh*t Hector,

and my brother fell.

But now

you want to tell me?

No g*n.

Nothing. No g*n.

I didn't see no g*n in my brother's hands.

He don't have no g*n.

Why did they do that to him?

Two cops against two boys.

He sh**t and sh**t.

My poor brother.

Hector.

Hector is dead.

Why?

I find that hard to believe

because you were observed
running from the scene.

Hey, man, they got crazy. I was scared.

Yeah, sure, scared.

You had the guts to steal a battery.

And steal, hey no man!

We bought it off a man.

Hector paid him $10 and
he gave us the battery.

Off a man?

Well then you have a receipt.

What receipt? Hector gave him
$10 and he gave us the battery.

A cab driver from a repair shop
around the corner had this receipt.

Seems the battery was missing from his car

right where the officer
said it was missing.

Hey, man, they got lots
of batteries, lots of receipts.

Customers come and go.

Hector paid $10 and he got the battery.

I saw it. What'd they sh**t my friend for?

It was our battery. You
didn't have to sh**t him.

If he's stolen, why don't you
sh**t the cabbie that lies to you?

Yeah, but your friend
tried to sh**t the officer.

No! He was on the ground

and the cop sh*t him
because he's Puerto Rican.

Easy, Chino.

They sh*t him for no
reason. They always do it.

Hector, man, he's a good friend of mine.

He don't make no trouble. The cop is a pig!

So, okay.

Let's take this whole thing again all over

from the beginning, huh?

Sergeant O'Connor,

you're fully aware of all your rights

and, of course, you know
that you do not have to make

any kind of a statement at this time.

What happens if I don't make a statement?

You'll be temporarily suspended.

I'll make a statement.

Hey, uh, wait for a lawyer.

Wait for a lawyer? That's swell advice.

My wife's sitting home,
pregnant, worried, sick.

How do I support her without any paychecks

while they drag this thing out?

Maybe I'll go on welfare.

On this date, at about, uh, 1800 hours,

my brother officer and I were on patrol.

Diaz was chasing me around the car,

pointing my g*n at me.

O'Connor came running
over yelling, drop it!

The kid turned to him, cocked the g*n.

O'Connor drew and fired.

Okay. That's it?

That's it.

Bien.

Bueno, Lieutenant,

the way it sounds so far,

it seems to me that, uh,

there is no case here.

However,

the grand jury will be
the ones to decide that.

Are there any questions
you'd like to ask him?

Uh,

were you scared?

Yeah.

I was scared.

O'Connor?

He was scared.

Would you say that you and
O'Connor were in fear of your lives

or of bodily harm?

He had my damn g*n.

That g*n kills anybody it hits.

Yeah, man.

I just want to get on the record, you know,

that cops get sh*t
and they get k*lled, too.

Thank you very much, Officer Garrett.

No further questions.

You know, we also
have the owner of the car,

receit to the battery, $26.

Uh-huh.

A boy's life for $26.

Oh, now, let's not get too profound.

Okay, Counselor,

you know, the case ads up
are pretty clean for all of us.

So when are you going to
get in front of the grand jury?

I don't know.

You're going to put those two guys

through the Chinese water t*rture?

Uh, uh, uh, uh,

I am very sorry.

I'm going to do my best, you know?

Okay, meanwhile, I want
to keep tab on the family.

You know, they have a right

also to testify before the grand jury.

Where are you holding the kid's mother?

What?

You know,

for interference,

obstruction of justice,

et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

Isn't that your procedure?

Oh, yeah, but, uh,

this is the dead kid's mother.

Well, besides being the dead boy's mother,

she also happens to be a material witness.

The mother sees a guy drag away her kid,

she's hysterical,

she speaks no English,

she's in shock.

Now what the hell do you think I am?

Yeah, well,

gentlemen,

I bid both of you

a very good-night.

Mamacita, nada va a pasar.

They will not move you out.

If they move you out, I'll
give you my apartment.

Now, Candace, go and see this man... please

Did you read the letter they sent me?

Yes.

Taxi!

Now, do it today.

Not tomorrow, okay?

Muchas gracias.

I'll call him to expect you.

Aquí.

Gracias.

Hey, Mr. Serio!

Everyone's talking about it,

but there's nothing but a couple of lines

in the Anglo press.

It figures. A defenseless boy sh*t

in front of his family
in this neighborhood.

It happens all the time, doesn't it?

Hey, Mr. Serio, I knew this kid.

Defenseless, he was not.

We had him in here, remember? Gangs.

He was in a g*ng. We tried to reach him.

He laughed at us. So we failed.

They're all in gangs here.

Hey, hey, the kid

was a thief. Sure.

Thief. Only in those

office buildings is it
done with accountants,

with lawyers and English names.

And they tell themselves it is different

when a kid steals a battery

instead of corporate funds.

We have to do something about this.

Okay, and what's going to happen?

They're gonna give
us another empty lot

and a bunch of grass seeds

and we call it a park.

I am telling you, we're talking about a

dead kid. We start
something over this,

we'll hit a b*mb. Look at them.

Fighting for their side already.

We have to do something Garcia,

for this mother,

for the sister.

It's our job.

It's our moral responsibility.

Wait, where are you going now?

To put their heads

on the mayor's coffee table.

Who's that?

Thomas Serio,

The Spanish community's
representative to the mayor's office

Well, it looks like they're
choosing sides. That's too bad.

Come on, let's go.

I said, I want to know
what you were doing there.

What are you talking about?

I mean, I'm investigating
a sh**ting in my district.

I don't want you
making them nervous.

They're a very emotional people.

Oh, now that's a bigoted
line, no matter who said it.

Dammit, I want no fuses lit,

Understand?

I want no racial problems,

no matter who said what.
Are you reading me Lieutenant.

Uh Chief, I'm investigating a case
and I'm gonna do it my way... thoroughly.

But you know how a thing
like this can blow up.

A kid being sh*t down that way.

What way?

By pointing a load of
g*n at a police officer?

Okay.

Thomas Serio was in to see the mayor.

You know the name?

Oh, do I know the name?

He grinds his axe and I grind my axe,

but we both do the job.

Yeah, well, he already
explained to me what his job is.

He wants to see justice done.

It's Wonderful.

That puts us on the same side for a change.

Look, I want to speak to
those two police officers.

Where'd you bury them?

Now,

Garrett's in the borough
office and O'Connor's in the

Department of Records.

I see.

Bad enough you made
clerks out of them.

You had to split them up, huh?

Kojak,

this thing goes sour.

You go with it.

Too bad, Chief.

I bet when you used to
be a cop, you loved the job.

I didn't recognize you,
all washed and scrubbed.

Look, you ought to
stay out of the sunshine.

It gives you a wrinkle.
You won't look pretty.

Oh, or to keep the conversation

rolling along,

what have they got you doing down here?

Oh, today I put the A's before the B's.

Tomorrow I get into C's and D's.

Check with me on Thursday.

Hey, O'Connor,

could have happened
to any one of us.

Yeah.

And I could have stood back
and let Garrett die first.

Then if I blew the kid
away, I'd be a hero.

When you were f*ring,
what was the kid doing?

Pointing Garrett's g*n at me.

Was he standing? What?

Come on, will you hang loose?

I'm just digging into it?

-What are you digging for?

-Witnesses.

-On whose orders?

-The DA's office. Hey, he want
to get to the bottom of this?

-The DA's office couldn't
care less about two street cops.

Hey, I care, the captain
cares, my men care.

Now who the hell are you
to say that nobody cares?

Yeah, you read the latest papers?

Now, where does it say in there
that the boy had a g*n on my head?

You dig into that.

Well?

Was that the way it happened?

The white cop.

He k*lled him.

Just like we did.

What's the matter?

I thought he was standing.

Here.

Which way was it, you know?

I told you he was on the ground.

She was scared. She forgot.

He's dead.

That's what's important.

What's all this for, anyway?

He was on the ground.

Was Hector holding a g*n?

I saw no g*n.

No, man, no g*n.

All of you who were here
when the sh**ting happened,

give your name to Garcia.

If you know any other witnesses

but cannot remember what happened

now that it's cleared up,

you can help them.

Tell the police.

Testify to it in court.

It will be the only way
we'll get justice here.

Justice?

My brother is dead.

The police did it.

Well let them die too!

Frank, how are you?

Sometimes. It's pretty
hard to take sometimes.

Now look, print, will you, Theo?

Your writing's like a chicken scratch.

I see you got Sanchez.

They sure loaded the
deck on those two cops.

What are the odds in the hole?

You've got an assistant DA

with the right surname,

but... a lot of people calling in,

coming in, going out.

It's the smell of politics, Kojak.

Eat two cops and win a prize.

Listen, now I don't know

when it will go to the grand jury, okay?

Now when I know, you'll know.

Gracias.

Carajo, every dumb reporter

in this whole country is looking for

another Watergate to make him famous.

Hello, Lt.

Yeah, the case was supposed to
go in front of the grand jury

two days ago.

Ah...

Come on, I'm gonna buy you lunch.

Yeah, well, that means,
uh, how do I tell them

what I don't want to tell them
or something like that, right?

Right here.

What's this?

That's a little gift from Mr. Tomas Serio.

A list of witnesses who saw the sh**ting.

They'll all have to go
before the grand jury,

and that means that you're
gonna have to find them.

Huh how much? That list?

Where'd the sh**ting take
place, in Yankee Stadium?

I mean to say, did he get a parade pass

in order to get all these
witnesses together?

What is it that you're saying?

Yeah, well, I'm saying that two
police officers with good records,

I think they're entitled to
know where they stand,

that's what I'm saying.

Where they stand?

Bueno, I'll tell you where they stand.

Where they stand is in trouble.

Because the sister

gave a sworn statement.

Her defenseless brother

was sh*t down in cold blood.

And she gave the same line

to the press.

You throw away the other kid's

corroboration as his alibi,

but she has no record,

and she's a very good student.

Yeah I talked to her she was hysterical.

She lying?

Well, you say cop to
her, and she throws up.

Lieutenant, was she lying?

Hey, the most I would
say is that she's mistaken.

She was there,

and you weren't.

Uh, Mr. Sanchez,

what are you? You know...

Lieutenant, I think it's about time

that we let it all out.

I mean, we're going to be

working together for
the next couple of weeks.

Yeah, well, why don't
you say it softly, counselor.

So...

Bien.

Kojak, I'm a Puerto Rican.

And a Puerto Rican
kid was sh*t today.

And I'm going to be trying the case.

Huh?

Does that I worry you?

Just say it as it is, counselor.

I promised you lunch.

Yeah, that's right.

As I said before, you know,

I mean, in my opinion,

there is no m*rder indictment here.

But my opinion

goes only as far

as the grand jury.

So... I suggest lieutenant,

that you go really hard,

As though the executioner
was ready to pull that switch.

Don't worry about me.

I believe in upholding the law.

Go sue me.

Why, you got to be kidding.

The guy who takes me to
these high class gourmet joints

sue you. Haha.

What's the matter? The
city's short of mustard?

Cheers.

Well, what a picture.

The upholders of justice

breaking ground meet.

Hello, George. Nice to see you.

Lieutenant Kojak.

I heard that your people questioned

the family of the m*rder*d boy.

Right after it happened.

It's a little cruel, don't you think?

m*rder*d boy? I don't know
anything about a m*rder*d boy.

That's the way he's
beginning to look, isn't it?

Serio, m*rder is decided by a
grand jury jury after they get the facts.

The facts are the boy is dead.

He had no g*n.

The cops did.

Witnesses saw it clearly.

The cops had to sh**t

or get sh*t themselves.

Or having sh*t lied to protect themselves?

What are you talking about? m*rder.

I said it. You didn't
like it. I still say it.

Un momentito, Serio.
We don't know that yet.

We haven't even begun.

Sanchez, those are your
people that you doubt every day.

Whose side are you on, huh?

Look, Zario,

you crucify them, you wind up even.

One's black and one's white.

I uh... hear that O'Connor
is having it a little tough

to live with what he did.

Sure he is.

Because what he did
bothers him.

Maybe also his conscience?

Conspiracy, false testimony, collusion.

One cop protecting another.
It happens, doesn't it?

Doesn't it, Sanchez?

Bueno it happens.

So where is the image of the good
guy cop, huh? Where is it?

Too many times, Kojak,

the ends have justified the means.

You know it and I know it.

And maybe this time to
get away with m*rder ?

Over my dead body.

I guess when I got pregnant,
I got to be a lousy cook, huh?

Well, you're gonna find
it on the lunch tomorrow.

Got a family to support.

Waste not want not.

Honey,

it's gonna be okay.

Hey,

Jimmy, did I ever lie to my guy?

I'm laid out for the slaughter.

Why?

Because I'm a cop?

I wanted to be a cop, because
I respected the profession.

Now a cop gets home, he
can't wait to take his uniform off.

Jimmy, there's a lot
of people on your side.

Ah, people. People saying what they saw.

That Serio reminding them what
they saw when he wasn't there,

when they were no place around.

Jim, it's gonna be all right.

I know it.

Ah, I'm a dead man.

What has he got against me, huh?

Hey, you get freaks in every case, Jim.

You tell me every time.

Anyway, Lieutenant Kojak is on our side,

and all the guys in the
division, everybody's helping.

Huh?
You okay?

I'm all right. I'm okay.

Come on. You see?

Nobody helps.

Nobody but me.

Anybody for pizza?

Why'd you lie?

Come on. Come on.

Help me!

All I'm asking you to do is tell the truth.

It's all I'm asking. Tell the truth.

It's all...

Oh, baby, you really cut it all today.

I just got the call.

You want to tell me more about it,
or do I wait for the newspapers again?

Oh, it's nothing. You almost
started a riot on that block

where the dead boy's sister lives.

What possessed you to go over there?

I had to ask her why.

The story is you assaulted her.

I grabbed her arm, and I
asked her to tell the truth.

You guys are too much.

Officer O'Connor, let
me tell you something.

For whatever reason, right
or wrong, you're in trouble.

You don't understand why it's happening,

and you have every right to feel that way.

But don't for one minute dare to believe

that the people you work with
don't want to see you out of this mess

and with respect.

Captain, excuse me.

I volunteered for the anti-crime
squad you're in a couple of weeks ago.

I'm glad I did.

Another anti-crime squad nut.

Taking up a thankless job.

Who knows? You could be sh*t
by your own fellow police officer

without him knowing who you are.

O'Connor.

Hold on.

Hello.

What is it?

His wife just had a miscarriage.

I called in a civil engineer,

and he checked in all
directions with his level,

and according to him, the sh**ting
can only be seen from the end windows

of that tenement over there.

It's called the angle of declivity.

Oh, the angle of declivity.

Precisely.

You see, the truck that was parked there

obscured a precluded vision from
all the other windows of that building,

and the only other possible views
were from the abandoned buildings.

Am I clear, Lieutenant?

Luminously.

Would you like me to explain further?

What I would like you
to explain, Stavros,

is what the aforementioned people who
reside behind those unobscure windows.

What they said to you during your no-doubt,

precise, and accurate interrogation.

Nothing.

Let me clear that up, Lieutenant.

Please proceed.

Four of the apartments at the end
of the building in question are empty.

The fourth-floor windows behind
which it has been determined

one Mrs. Celia Moore resides

does not answer when we knock.

Now, you stay here, Stavros, okay?

And keep your eye on
the angle of declivity.

Yes, sir.

There you go.

You know, uh, the police were
knocking on your door the other day,

and nobody answered.

How did I know they were police?

How did I know someone,
like I always read in the papers,

say they're police, get let in,
steal and plunder, pillage and r*pe,

wasn't out there?

True.

To crime.

Else you'd be out of a job.

Ha ha ha.

Uh, there was a sh**ting across
the street a couple of days ago.

That's why I never opened the door.

Did you see it?

Some of it.

When I heard the shouting,
I moved over to the window.

Ah. What did you see?

When I reached the
window, there were sh*ts.

I saw a boy, two men.

The boy, was he standing up or
lying down when you heard the sh*ts?

I think he was standing.

A truck was partly in the way.

Did the boy have a g*n in
his hand when you saw him?

I saw one man pick up
something off the ground.

I think it was a g*n.

Ah, but you're not sure.

Could have been a g*n.

Thank you, Mrs. Moore.

Yes, here it is. A
picture of you, Mr. Serio.

It says, the two men looked like bums.

They knocked my brother down.
He put his hands over his face.

And then one of them
sh*t him, and I screamed.

This is what you told the reporters?

Yes.

And the district attorney's office?

Yes.

Well, this is not what you told us.

Miss Diaz,

Now, I don't want you
to do or say anything,

My own daughter wouldn't say if she
were asked a question by a police officer.

The truth.

Yes.

Well, this was your statement to us.

My brother had his hands
up, fists open. I saw it.

I tell you, my brother was with his friend
who was showing him a battery he bought.

The cops came up and grabbed
them and hit them and sh*t him.

And my brother fell, standing or lying
down, fists open or closed, which is it.

I told you.

The moment I got a call
that a police car picked

it up, I knew it could
be for only one reason.

Gentlemen, what are you doing?

Interrogating a witness to a sh**ting.

But you already did that.

Now, leave the child alone.

They haven't even had the funeral.

Her mother is still in a state of shock.

Mr. Zerio, you're confused.

This isn't the Superior
Court of New York City.

You're pleading a case in a dingy
little room in a midtown police station.

Now, will you listen to them?

First, a neurotic, bigoted cop goes
to the sister of the boy he k*lled...

and physically att*cks
her, intimidates her...

and then a lieutenant of police
brings the girl in alone...

for what?

To make her change her statement, maybe.

She already changed it.
That's why she's here.

She was confused the first time.

It was right after seeing her brother die.

Now, come on, honey. Let's go.

Hold it, Tomas.

If Alicia here is indeed
telling the truth...

then what are you so upset about?

What's the matter with you, Sanchez?

Look at her.

Our people are afraid
of the police to start with.

What's the matter with you?

Have you forgotten the ghetto?
You came from there once.

Yeah, that's right. I came from
the same place that you did.

And maybe one block poorer, okay?

So? So what does that make me, Tomas?

Blind to the truth?

Their truth or ours?

Sanchez, understand what the fight is?

It's our people against them.

The hell it is, Tomas!

It is either right or it is wrong.

It is false or it is true.

And that is the law, Tomas, okay?

Honey, it's all right. Come
on, I'll take you home.

Alicia, look, honey,

someday you're gonna have to
answer those questions I asked you.

Maybe only to yourself,

but you're gonna have to answer them, okay?

Let's go.

This whole thing was just dumb.

It was legal.

Oh...

Yeah, I know it was legal,

but in this case it was also dumb.

Yeah I know Frank,

It was legal, but it was dumb.

No, I was going to say that

we're doing the same
thing that Serio's doing,

exactly the same thing.

That's the real heavy here.

Everybody's fighting for his side

when, in fact, there
shouldn't be any dividing lines.

There are, Frank. There always are.

Hey, look.

I'm your partner. I know how you feel.

Like it's all coming down, but, uh...

I'm flipping out.

You've got to get a hold.

She lost the baby.

After trying for 12 years.

What did she do for that?

I'll have a beer and, uh,

whatever again for the boys.

You're having us tailed.

I am?

Hey, look, I can't take any chances

with your buddy over there.

One man against the world.

I'm on your side, and you can bet on it.

It used to be a cop who
knew what side he was on.

Now we're only on the
right side if we get k*lled.

Serio had a play act of a crime today

for all the witnesses. You hear about that?

Don't worry about it.
Sanchez will sh**t him down.

Sanchez is one of their people.

Sanchez is our assistant district attorney.

Yeah.

You're sure? You know. You'll bet on it.

Go ahead.

Look, you gotta understand
what's happening to him.

I understand do you?

Me?

I'm scared.

Hey, look, I was there, but
nobody's gonna believe me.

What's happening in the world, Kojak?

If I go against him, they say it's
because he's white and I'm black.

If I go with them, they say
it's because we're both cops.

Now, that scares the hell out of me.

Go ahead. Stay with him.

Because whatever the hell you
are, you're the only one he trusts now.

Go ahead.

My brother the h*nky ain't got something.

Cheers, world.

Captain, Lieutenant, I just
came from the courthouse.

First they say three weeks, then I
turn around and it's schedule for tomorrow.

I mean, what's going on?

The D.A. figures it's ready.

Got all the subpoenas lined up?

I don't know why so many.

The engineers say the only possible
person that could have seen the sh**ting

was that little lady in the end window.

Yeah, well, those people
on the street are scared.

I mean, the cops are scared.

There's a lot of hatred down there.

Some of it deserved.

Now they see a chance to nail a
cop, you know, and they're gonna do it.

To them it's right.

Because once another
cop leaned a little too heavy.

I'll tell you, with a guy like Serio,
I wouldn't want to be O'Connor.

Let's just hope that the grand jury's
a lot more impartial than any of us.

Have a pleasant walk.

Uh-Huh.

What do you say we pony
express these in the neighborhood,

and then we and eat, all right?

I'll take the stairs. My legs
are younger than yours.

All right. Let's do it then
before mine get any older.

And I'll tell you what.

If my legs don't collapse,
young one, I'll buy you dinner.

Come on.

Hey, baby, what's your rush?

I'm worried about my mother.
The doctor came again.

I want to talk to you a minute.

Then walk me down the block.

Hey, man, what them
pigs, did to Hector...

Please, I don't want to talk about it.

You've been talking to the cops.

They wanted to check my story.

So?

So they asked why I changed it.

So?

So Mr. Serio came in.

So I didn't say nothing.

What do you want, Chino?
I know where I come from.

Hey, it bothers you, huh?

I'm lying.

He's a cop.

Chino, my brother is dead.
We can't bring him back.

Hey, you could get
me into a lot of trouble.

Don't put your hands on me.

Hey, you better not forget
where you came from,

otherwise I'll help you remember.

Leave that girl alone!

Let her go!

Police!

Police!

Over there!

Kojak!

Under those steps!

The girl!

What are you doing here?

I mean, I thought you live upstairs.

Huh? You like getting girls to think
they like being slapped, don't you?

Hey, man, I know my rights, and I
ain't gonna say nothing to nobody.

Oh, all right, then, Crocker,
don't bother reading them to him.

This is the way it ends up.

Lies on top of lies,

till everybody's afraid to tell the truth.

You know something? You change your story.

If you lied, then it's more than
just remembering your brother.

Chino won't let you forget you lied.

He'll get you to lie again,
other times, for other reasons.

And there you are.

So remember.

You lie tomorrow, Chino
will still be around,

to pull your hair, to hit you, whatever.

And for whatever reason, he just did it.

Hector was my brother.

How could I say he was
going to sh**t a cop?

He was my brother.

Victor Ramos?

Lieutenant.

Oh, come on, Lieutenant.

You know, this is a battle.
We each fight for our side.

Let's look at it that way.

Mr. Serio, do you feel
that the two police officers

assigned to your district are
qualified...

Not now.

We're professionals.

You're an honest man. I try to be.

So that's all this is.

You win some, you get commendations.

I win some, we get street lights.

And a park?

Alicia Diaz.

So we might need each other one day.

There's no need for bitterness.

Hahaha... Mr. Serio,

we're not talking about lampposts.

We're talking about two men.

Two of my men. Two of your police officers.

And you know what you're doing?

You're crucifying them before the facts.

Lieutenant, I assure you,

I don't wish to hang anyone.

Oh, I know. You know why?

Because she won't let you.

She's got guts. She's got integrity.

And she don't want to hang anyone either.

Mr. Serio,

the judge would like to
see you again for a moment.

Excuse me. Sure.

Waivers of immunity.

They want us to sign waivers of immunity.

She's going to tell the truth now.
We got nothing to worry about.

You heard him. You win
some, you lose some.

Wife, baby, suspended.

Fired.

It's going to be okay, I tell you.

Yeah.

Twelve years we've been trying.

Now she'll never be able to have one.

Why?

Even if I'm let off, you
know as well as I do,

I'm finished.

Read the papers. I've already
been tried and ex*cuted.

What did I do?

Lieutenant Kojak.

Mr. Serio, how does
it look for an indictment?

No decision yet.

It's a foregone conclusion, isn't it?

He did k*ll an unarmed boy.

Look, what is important here

is that justice be served.

The officer's life,

the boy's life,

these are not the basics here.

What counts is the direction
we're taking in our society.

What counts is the end result.

Innocent people suffer

while the guilty go free?

No.

This must stop. This must end.

Once and for all.

Chief Wilson?

Well,

regardless of what happens here today,

I can promise Mr. Serio

and the people of his neighborhood

full satisfaction regarding the method

the department uses to screen men

for the Anti-Crime Squad.

You believe Officer
O'Connor was prejudiced?

I just feel that a full
interdepartmental investigation

of Officer O'Connor, his record, his...

...his attitude toward
the citizens of that area

are in order.

I think that a tragedy like this,
this must never happen again.

They voted no true bill.

You're both clean.

Hey, Lieutenant,

listen, if I open my mouth, I, uh,

what would I say?

Don't say anything. Where's O'Connor?

Across the street.

Come on, let's give him the good news.

Mr. Serio.

Yeah.

How does it feel, Mr. Serio?

O'Connor!

Do you know what you just did to yourself?

It doesn't matter, Lieutenant.

Mr. Serio, you all right?

Empty.