Huh? Huh? I keep this place for socialising.
Some day we'll get a couple of broads, huh? Have a little party.
Hey! Mix some ice. Booze is right over here.
So what do you think, Frank? About the money?
Look, Don... If I was broke, I had a family, I don't know.
But I'm not broke and I don't have a family.
Why the fuck stick my neck out, you know what I mean?
It's already out for not taking the money. It's better the other guys don't know that.
Hey. Tell you what I'll do.
I'll hold your share for you. If you change your mind, it'll be right in here.
Right in here, right down to the penny. Hey. Look at that.
- What are you drinking? - Scotch.
Next thing I want to do is get a colour TV for the games.
How about some gin? Penny a point. Huh?
Yeah, let me ask him first.
Hello, Frank. Get in.
My God, Frank. This is confidential.
He's a police officer. I thought maybe he could sit in.
No. Absolutely not.
All right. All right.
Frank, I notified Commissioner Delaney about everything you told me.
He wants you to stay where you are and continue to collect information.
Then you'll be his eyes and his ears.
He said he was delighted that, quote, "a man of integrity had surfaced. " Unquote.
When do I hear from him?
He said he'd reach out for you when the time comes.
- Reach out? - Mm-hm.
My situation's pretty fucking sticky up there. What am I supposed to do?
You must have patience, Frank.
- Yeah, but it's fucking sticky. - Patience and faith.
When the Commissioner says he'll get in touch with you, he'll get in touch with you.
Goodbye, son. God bless you.
All right, now. Marinda's too hot. We've got to lay off him for a few months.
And Falco's got two runners he ain't paying for. Check that fucking guy out.
Hey, Frank. How are you? Listen, Rubello's being transferred.
- You'll have to work with a new bagman. - Al Sarno, meet Frank Serpico.
- This'll be your new man. - All right?
You know that operation down by Hunt's Point? What will we do about that?
You the new bagman? You prick! What happened to Rubello, you son of a bitch?
Wait a minute.
You know, Frank, sometimes I ask myself, "What the fuck am I doing?"
If this ever came out... Christ, my family.
My daughter. She just started with the San Francisco Opera.
Chorus. Took a lot of money.
I once tried to pull out. Christ, they were all over me.
So you just go along.
Unless you're willing to go back to uniform duty.
Shit, how the money rolls in. Here, let me give you yours now.
No. I'm not on.
- What do you mean you're not on? - Just what I said. I don't take money.
- Some gag here? - No, I told you straight.
I don't take money. That's the truth.
What were you doing with Rubello?
Ask Rubello.
You're not... Where's it been going?
Ask Rubello.
- 'All right, sir. I'll go to Delaney myself. ' - That would not be advisable, Frank.
You don't understand. It's been weeks. Not a word.
- 'I understand perfectly, Frank. ' - No, but Captain, they know I'm not on.
I've done all I can do. Goodbye, Frank.
He's out. Won't do another fucking thing.
Nothing's gonna happen from the inside. The top guys have been cops too long.
You haven't heard from Commissioner Delaney, have you?
Not a fucking word.
- Would you go outside the Department? - Where could we go?
Would you believe the Mayor's office?
- The Mayor's office? - His right-hand man.
A guy named Jerry Berman, from Princeton.
You knew I knew somebody. That's the somebody I know.
He cares, Frank. He really cares.
Do you know what we're going? We're going outside the Department.
That's right.
Dynamite. Every plain clothes man in the Division and one or two lieutenants?
That is... that is dynamite. That is incredible.
That is 150... that is $250,000 a year.
But that is just one precinct!
That is amazing!
What I feel is needed here is a real investigation.
I am sure that the Mayor will see this immediately.
McClain and Delaney. They have done nothing.
Man, that is amazing.
And another thing, see... In a couple of days,
they're going to have a meeting at a pad...
- Frank is in a very tough spot. - I can see that. Rumours.
I have heard rumours, but never touching it directly.
For an on-the-line cop to come forward like this is beautiful.
Really, Frank, you have my respect.
And my sympathy for what you've been going through, man. Wow.
Hello, this is Jerry Berman. Is he there?
All right. I'll hold on.
Well?
- Tell me what happened, Paco. - I'd like a drink.
That guy's gonna go to the Mayor.
To the Mayor!
Come here, Alfie. We're all gonna go to the Mayor together!
I couldn't be any more embarrassed.
It's like a personal defeat.
However...
- there are priorities. - What are the priorities, Jerry?
The priorities are a long, hot summer ahead
and riots are expected.
And the Mayor cannot alienate the police force.
Now in the fall... now in the fall...
it may be possible to take another look at the situation.
All right. I'm sorry.
Frank!
The whole of the rotten... chicken shit... fuckin' system's corrupt.
Who's there?
It's me, Frank. I've got to talk to you.
Frank, you're behaving like a goddamn child.
Let him in.
You let him in.
- Hi. - Hello.
Sorry, Frank. I'm sorry I got you into the whole thing.
Bullshit. I got me into this whole thing.
"Wow. Amazing. Dynamite. Beautiful. "
"Dynamite. Priorities. Priorities. " You and your big-deal friends.
Your contacts. Your big bullshit names.
Bob Blair, the big operator from Princeton.
The mystery man with connections. The hotline to the Mayor.
Who the fuck do you think you are?
You come looking for help, whining with your humble pie act, the injured innocent.
Who told you the Department or the world was a fuckin' Boy Scout camp?
What did you expect, for Christ's sake, a magician?
Big Daddy?
- A white knight who rides in on a horse... - You just keep talking.
- Keep talking cos that's what you do. - ... the Pope's choir sings Ave Maria?
You're gonna blame me cos those bastards won't get involved?
I tried to help you, got my head handed to me.
Where's your head? It's on your shoulders.
- You don't look so hot yourself. - What's all this shit?
Get ready to blow up. I've got another idea.
Your ideas are as full of shit as you are.
We can talk to Foreman, Frank, the Commissioner of Investigations.
We've got another guy here.
We could even talk to a guy I know on the New York Times.
That's terrific. Go to the Times.
Every time I talk to you, Blair, 20 more people know about it.
- It's safe. - With my ass on the line, it's safe?
- Your ass is already on the line. - That's my business, all right?
- You don't trust me? - I don't trust you.
- Go fuck yourself. - Fuck you.
When I come home, I want the house clean.
Don't take it out on me, Paco.
I'm not! I don't want to pick up shit!
Honey?
Come to bed.
- Hello, Frank. - Hey, Frank.
We all know what this is about, right?
So without any bullshit, what was happening between you and Don Rubello?
It's simple. I didn't take any money. I don't take money.
Rubello said if I changed my mind, he'd hold my share.
He'd give it back to me. I didn't change my mind.
Conniving bastard.
All right. Look, I'll handle Rubello. I'll get back the money he took.
But this ain't gonna happen again. From now on, no more free bagmen.
Starting today, everyone of you fucks makes his own collections.
- No stops, no bread. OK? - OK.
- Right. - You got it.
What about you, Frank? I'll make up what Don took from you.
Why should I start now?
Everybody would feel a lot better about you, Frank.
You can always give it to charity.
$100 a month, just for expenses?
For my secretary and my business lunches, entertainment?
All right. All right.
We split Frank's share from now on. You're a schmuck, Frank.
If they would take all that energy, put it into straight police work,
we'd have the city cleaned up in a week. There'd be no crime.
If I could work alone. That's the thing, see.
If I could just get to work alone.
They don't like that. They want to suck you in.
- You go over the same thing, Paco. - It's so fuckin' corrupt. Everyone.
There's gotta be a way to wipe it out, goddamn it. There's gotta be a way.
Let's get out of here. Let's go to a movie.
Will you quit handling me? Go to a movie? How am I gonna go to a movie?
Do you know they'd kill me if they knew? You think that doesn't happen?
Either you're exploding or you're lying around like a catatonic.
- I can't stand it, Paco. - You don't give a shit, right?
All I care about is you. That's all that matters to me.
That's why it hurts so much. I can't stand to see you like this.
Scared, miserable, dreading to go to work.
It's tearing me apart. And then I get sick of hearing about it and I hate myself.
You don't like the idea of me being a cop, so don't give me that shit.
I love you, Paco. I want to marry you. I want to have children with you.
- Goddamn it! I hate it! - Then why don't you get out?
- Why don't you? - It's crossed my mind.
Well, do it.
- What have you got? - Would you bust a whitey?
Try me. Try me.
This guy's heavy. He's Italian. Mobbed up.
Still interested?
Stop fucking around. I'm not in the mood. Come on.
There's a loan shark. Runs a big numbers operation.
This mother's so cocksure,
he picks up his own slips while he's collecting his loans.
Where's the drop?
Hold it. I'm a police officer.
And...
Wait a minute.
You're under arrest.
Hell, I thought you were some fuckin' junkie.
I'll take that wad in your pocket.
- You're a riot, kid. - I know, I'm a joke. What're you doing?
What's that? Put that away. You're in more trouble. Give me your keys.
- Where have they been hiding you, kid? - Wouldn't you like to know?
Hold this guy for booking. Get a rap sheet on him. I'm gonna search his car.
- Where's Corsaro? - Smith took him upstairs.
I swear, I thought this guy was some fucking junkie!
- Hey, you. - Hey, who?
You. Get over here and empty your pockets.
- I don't do that. - You're my prisoner. You do what I say.
He's gonna get nasty about it.
You're fuckin' right!
Frank, cool it, man!
Lean, motherfucker! Spread!
Frank, Rudy's on. He's good people.
Stay the fuck out of this!
What's this? What's this?
Get in there.
Serpico. Got that record check on Corsaro.
Want to read something?
It's about your pal, Corsaro.
Here, read it. Read it.
He did 15 years. You know what for?
For killing a cop. He's a fucking cop-killer.
- It's good to see you again. - That's it. I've had it.
I can't take it any more. I've got to get out.
If I have to go back to Uniform, I will.
I can't wait for Delaney to call and I can't play their game any more.
The Commissioner didn't get it touch?
Not a word. No investigation. No undercover work.
I had no idea.
I think it's only fair to tell you I've been to outside agencies.
- I'll go to more if I have to. - What outside agencies?
Holy mother of God. Frank, we wash our own laundry around here.
You could be brought up on charges.
The reality is we do not wash our own laundry. It just gets dirtier.
- You are in trouble. - I don't care who gets it, including myself.
- If I have to go to outside agencies... - Stay away from outside agencies!
Where am I gonna go?
- Wait till you hear from me! - I've waited a year and a half.
That's not enough. Where am I gonna go?
It's my life, you fuck!
Serpico, see Inspector Palmer.
For this precinct, cases reported - murder, 14 for August,
20 for September... Serpico!
Inspector Palmer?
Deputy Chief Inspector Daley and Inspector Gilbert are waiting to see you.
Want to come to my office?
Captain McClain called me.
I've briefed Inspector Daley and Inspector Gilbert on your allegations.
The obvious question is this - in all these months,
why didn't you come to us?
Well er...
I never met these gentlemen before, sir, and...
er... you told... you... you...
you told Captain McClain that the Division was clean as a hound's tooth.
You think you're the only honest cop on the force, Serpico? My record's clear.
Inspector Gilbert's just come from
the Commissioner's Confidential Investigation Unit.
Then you must have heard something.
I don't understand. Commissioner Delaney has known about this from the beginning.
I didn't hear a thing.
But I understand your frustration, Frank, believe me.
It's sort of like trying to punch your way out of a paper bag, right?
What outside agencies have you been to, Frank?
I don't see how that's pertinent to my allegations.
We ought to ask Serpico directly if he's going to cooperate or not.
We've got to know if there's any real basis for an investigation.
Well, I... I don't have to think that... I have to think about that.
What is there to think about?
I don't see how the Division can investigate itself.
You've got a point there.
But you would cooperate with an impartial investigation, right?
Yeah. Up to a point.
As long as I'm not involved.
I just want to go someplace where I can do my job.
That's fair enough.
We'll be in touch.
Inspector Palmer? May I see you?
Was it necessary to let everyone in the station house know
I was coming to see these guys?
You believe from what you now know that an investigation is warranted?
- Yes, Commissioner Delaney. - Go to it.
But sir, shouldn't Headquarters handle something like this?
No. You're all experienced men.
Chief Gallagher here will be available for consultation.
Commissioner...
Serpico claims that er...
Inspector McClain talked to you about this whole thing some time ago.
Yes. I seem to remember something about that.
We can't set up a surveillance on "somewhere over by Crotona Park".
We need a location.
I've given you 36 locations that are paying off. What do you want?
The whole thing signed, sealed, delivered?
You're conducting this investigation, not me.
Lieutenant Smith. Let's get back to him.
Lieutenant Smith. Lieutenant Smith said to me
if I didn't want the money, he would stash it in his attack.
I'll have him transferred in the morning.
Fuck him. How about transferring me?
Serpico.
I hear you've been vouchering pad money over to a confidential investigation squad.
Oh, yeah?
How can I voucher money when I don't take any?
You won't find anything on Serpico.
He's clean. Right?
- Hm? - You practising your frisk?
No. I'm looking to buy a used tape recorder.
Wear a wire? They're feeling me up every day. How can I wear a wire?
Come on, Frank.
Wearing a wire means testifying to corroborate the tape, right?
Right. I'm not testifying.
I've got to put a dime in the parking meter.
Franklin, put a dime in the parking meter for Serpico.
Hey, Frank. Frank, you know Herman Tauber, District Attorney.
Yeah, I watch television.
Frank, I want to compliment you for coming forward like this.
It's unique. It's uniquely unique.
You should be proud of yourself.
There's gonna be a grand jury on these shit heels,
with Frank Serpico as my star witness.
Mr Tauber, you and everybody in this room can go to hell, cos I'm not testifying.
Wait, wait, wait. Just a second, Frank.
You have nothing to fear. You won't be singled out.
You don't understand. I'm not afraid. I don't give a fuck who knows.
Do you mind if I say something, Frank?
You're not going after corruption in the Department, the Division, the Bronx.
A few flunkey cops thrown to the wolves to protect Delaney and those guys.
They've known about this shit for years and won't do a fuckin' thing about it.
OK, what's this?
Exactly what it says.
I'm splitting.
I've never read anything so stupid -
"I'm leaving. If you want to discuss it, I'll be at Felix's. "
I didn't want another scene. I figured you wouldn't be able to shout.
I can shout anywhere!
I won't shout.
Sit down. Sit down.
It's just going to go on and on. It isn't going to get any better.
And if you quit, somehow I'll be blamed.
How could you leave the man you love? The future father of your kids?
You never said anything like that to me before.
And if I come back...
you won't say it again.
You want to be free and unattached.
To go on fighting for your cause and keep torturing yourself.
My cause...
Paco...
I felt so safe with you.
So loving.
Stay with me, Laurie.
- Come on. Stay with me. - No. No.
What do I... owe you for that?
Laurie!
What are you doing?
Do you want to walk away or should I?
I'm not gonna walk away.
It's finished!
Who do you think you are pulling that no testifying bullshit on me?
Chief Green, I know your reputation.
Look, maybe if you were borough commander when this thing started,
running this investigation, I'd feel different about testifying.
But you're coming in after the fact.
You're like a quiff who says she won't, then maybe she will, then she won't...
I'm like a quiff who's been fucked over for a year and a half
by guys like Kellogg, McClain, Delaney...
I'm not Kellogg, McClain or Delaney.
Frank, it won't be just flunkey cops. This is only the beginning.
This could be the biggest thing since the Harry Gross case.
Meanwhile I'm out there alone. Who gives a fuck about that?
I'm totally isolated in the Department. I don't have a friend.
Don't give me that bullshit. I've been putting cops away for 30 years.
My name's an obscenity in every precinct in the city.
- I've observed that, sir. - "Friends. "
I fought my way up as a Jew in the days
when you were supposed to have an uncircumcised shamrock.
I have a nightmare. I'm on Fifth Avenue watching the St Patrick's Day Parade,
I have a coronary and 9,000 cops march happily over my body.
- I haven't got a friend on the Force either. - I'll be your friend, Chief.
I'm not looking for any. I'll make an exception in your case.
Frank, you're a good cop. Stop being a prima donna. Just cut out the schticklech.
How am I being a prima donna? I want to protect myself.
Frank, if we're gonna get the indictments, you're gonna have to testify.
Ready on the right. Ready on the left.
Ready on the firing line.
What are you going to tell the grand jury, Frankie?
Depends on what they ask me.
Suppose they ask you who's taking money.
- What I don't know I don't know. - But you do know, Frank.
Frankie, I like you. I don't want to see anything happen to you.
But there are a lot of people who could hurt you here.
I'm not saying it's going to happen, I'm saying it could happen.
There's lots of ways. Nobody has to shoot you.
They can just not be there when you need them.
If somebody comes at you with a gun, they look the other way.
Or they'll send you in first enough times till one day you'll walk in the wrong door.
- Thanks for the information. - Fuck you, Frank.
I have nothing more. Does anyone have any further questions?
Er... yes. If I may, Mr Knowles. Thank you.
Officer Serpico came to the 7th Division more than a year and a half ago.
All during that time, the things he's told us were taking place.
Why didn't Officer Serpico report these criminal activities long before,
- when he first encountered them? - I'd like to answer that.
Mrs Crist's question I don't believe is material or relevant to the present inquiry.
I'd like to answer that question
Officer Serpico cannot be considered derelict of his duty in any way
or guilty of any infraction of the law - quite the contrary.
District Attorney is not prepared to say any more at this time.
Very well, Mr Tauber. Officer Serpico, thank you for your testimony.
This hearing is adjourned until 10:00 tomorrow morning.
Why didn't you tell him about Delaney and Kellogg?
This was a grand jury about police officers actively engaged in corruption.
You don't implicate people without sufficient evidence.
That's crap and you know it.
Even a dumb cop like me knows a prosecutor can take a grand jury
anywhere it wants to take it.
You never let me anywhere near the real problems.
Nothing about the bosses, the brass,
how corruption like this could exist without anybody knowing about it.
A few flunkey cops in the Bronx, that's it.
None of the shit in Queens, Brooklyn, Manhattan...
Don't forget Kansas City.
- "The biggest thing since Harry Gross"? - All right!
Look, Frank. You've got guts. Integrity.
There's going to be a detective's gold shield in this for you.
That's terrific. That's good.
Maybe this is what it's all about. I should take my gold shield and forget it.
I know you've been through an ordeal, Frank.
I'm a marked man in this Department, for what?
- I've already arranged a transfer for you. - To where? China?
That takes a 14-shot clip. You expecting an army?
No, just a Division.
Tauber, did you know I've had reports about Serpico being a fag?
He used to hang out in the BCl washroom.
That's stupid, Commissioner, and you know it.
Commissioner, a gold shield for Serpico at this time would convince a lot of people...
Not while I'm commissioner.
Commander's office?
It's down that corridor.
Hey, Serpico, do you know what they're saying in the Bronx?
That you spilled your guts to the grand jury.
Say it isn't so, Serpico.
It isn't so.
I know how to handle guys like you.
I oughta cut your tongue out.
Don't move.
Officer Serpico reporting for duty, sir.
Inspector Lombardo. I want to shake your hand, Frank.
It's gonna be nice to have a guy here I can trust.
Anybody in this command you want to work with?
It's not who I want to work with. It's who wants to work with me.
If you can't find anybody you want to work with, Frank,
I'll work with you.
Is that all right?
- How do we get past the lookouts? - How many you got?
One.
There's two.
There's three of them.
There's four buildings in one. We can get down the fire escape, get in behind.
- Look good? - Yeah, let's go.
- What do you think? Want to try it? - Yeah.
- You all right? - Yeah, I feel like a cop again.
Thank you.
Close up!
Frank, come on! Come on!
Get out of here. Get out. Go on.
What the helI's going on? Who the hell are you?
The police. Who the hell do you think we are?
Get the fuck against the wall. Up! Up! Up!
- Let me see your shield. - You want to see a shield?
All right. There's my shield.
- Where are you from? - The Borough. Manhattan 8.
You're not! I just paid the Borough this morning.
- Hey, Frank. - What the hell kind of shakedown is this?
Who did you pay in the Borough?
Nobody. I didn't pay nobody.
Who did you pay in the Borough?
I didn't pay nobody. Now let go of me.
We followed up and er...
there's no doubt about it.
The pad here in Manhattan
is bigger and more sophisticated than the one in the Bronx.
The erm... the pick-ups here are made...
You want to get this? The pick-ups are made by...
retired policemen.
That way no plain clothes men are directly involved.
Now we need investigative help on this one, Chief.
Well, Inspector, if you need investigative help and you don't trust your own men,
why don't you requisition some recruits from the Police Academy?
With all due respect, sir...
backing us up is the only hope that the Police Department has got.
A lot of good cops would come forward if there was any encouragement
Otherwise they won't do it.
I've done a whole lot more than most to defend the image of this Department
and protect Commissioner Delaney against reckless and irresponsible assault
from outside agencies.
That's it, huh? That's what's really important, is it?
That's what you want to know.
What outside agencies I've been to, right?
'Hello?'
- Hello, prick. - Who is this?
- Frank. - Frank! How are you? Where are you?
Ready to go to the Times.
It's a goddamn serious step, Frank.
I don't know if the timing is right.
I want it to get on the record, that's all. In case something should happen to me.
I want it on the record.
I don't know if we carry enough weight.
I don't know if the Times will go out on a limb on the say-so of two flunkey cops.
Suppose an inspector were to come with us.
You know, I got 20 years on the Force.
We just got this place and signed a 500-year mortgage on it.
Will you turn that thing off out there!
- Everybody to bed. - Oh, Mom!
Come on, now. Go on upstairs.
This is against Department regulations. You both know that.
If they want to throw the book at me they can do it.
If I left the Force...
I don't know what I could do.
OK, I've made my little speech. I'll back you up 100 per cent.
Times. I got the money, fellas.
There you go. There you go. There you go.
Newsweek, please.
Holy shit!
Oh, Christ. You can almost predict the numbers they're going to do.
Delaney's going to issue some phoney denial.
Somebody from the Mayor's office will say something noble.
Delaney will change his tune.
The Mayor will appoint a commission.
"Thursday Mayor Lindsay announced the formation of a five-man committee
"to review the City procedures when investigating police corruption. "
- How come I'm not in the first paragraph? - Unbelievable!
Yihoo! Yihoo! Yihoo!
The Times report smells of the familiar smear tactics
of McCarthyism.
I have issued a statement to be read at every station...
The Mayor is appointing a special investigation commission
- 'to be headed by Whitman Knapp. ' - Yeah, come.
Here's your reward, Frank. It's a transfer to Narcotics, Brooklyn South.
Still in Clothes. You get a tin shield, not a gold one.
I miss you already, Frank.
Look...
Frank...
It's Narcotics. Be careful.
It's very easy to erm... get hurt.
You know, to er...
to be set up.
Serpico!
Get in.
You're not wired, are you?
OK, you cocksucker.
You might get by in the Bronx with that kind of shit,
but down here 800 a month is chicken feed.
Last week one dope dealer sent out these guys making pick-ups.
40,000 each.
We let 'em collect it all and then hit 'em.
120,000 split four ways.
That's serious money.
And with that, you don't fuck around.
I got the message.
Good. Now get the fuck out.
The guy's name is Limbo. He always uses his girlfriend's brother's place.
He's a pusher. Heroin.
We're going to drive round to the corner. You keep in sight, out front.
When you spot somebody who's dirty, you take off your glasses and wipe 'em.
Right. OK.
If we stay around here we'll get spotted.
Well, Frank, why don't you go up there and check it out?
- Why don't you? - I got the wrong clothes.
- I'll take you shopping. - Uh-huh.
Limbo?
Police! Freeze!
Police Officer. Up against the wall. Get your hands up.
All right. Palms up on the wall and spread 'em.
Get 'em up! Get your hands up! Come on! Get your feet apart!
- I saw the buy. - All right, let's get Limbo.
- Julio, you all right, baby? - Yeah, I got 'em.
Police officer!
What the fuck are you waiting for?
Get out! Go down the fire escape!
Police! Drop your guns and come out with your hands up!
- What have we got here? - It's Mr and Mrs Serpico.
OK. Go ahead.
- Yes? - Where's our son?
- They're bringing him down from X-Ray. - We want to see him.
Just a few minutes.
Mr and Mrs Serpico, the news is better than we expected.
Thank God the bullet was a small calibre.
It didn't enter the brain.
Or strike the spinal chord.
He's on the critical list.
But his condition seems to be stable.
Thank you, Doctor. Thank you.
Stay out of there. Didn't they tell you?
- What? - The word is don't talk to him.
He's no fuckin' good.
- How you doin', kid? - Hello, Sid.
Come over here.
Want to read my fan mail?
Sure. You're a big shot now, huh?
Sid...
I want you to get those fucking cops away from my door.
The Knapp Commission likes you. They want you to appear.
Naturally.
Heinemann and Julio are cleared. You're up for exceptional merit awards.
That's very funny.
Francisco, you love me?
I always had a thing for you, Sid, you know that.
Your gold shield's come through.
What's this for?
For being an honest cop?
Hm?
Or for being stupid enough to get shot in the face?
You tell 'em they can shove it.
I don't want it.
Oh, well.
Well, Frank, the facts are these.
You'll have to stay on leave of absence for a few months.
In all probability, the hearing in your left ear won't come back.
Two bullet fragments are still lodged there in the bony portion.
One is very close to the carotid artery and you'll have to have checks.
Your left side will feel stiff occasionally.
Once in a great while you may experience some dizziness.
But in general, you'll be OK.
Through my appearance here today,
I hope that police officers in the future
will not experience the same frustration and anxiety that I was subjected to
for the past five years at the hands of my superiors
because of my attempt to report corruption.
I was made to feel that I had burdened them with an unwanted task.
The problem is that the atmosphere does not yet exist
in which an honest police officer can act without fear of ridicule or reprisal
from fellow officers.
Police corruption cannot exist unless it is at least tolerated
at higher levels in the Department.
Therefore the most important result that can come from these hearings
is a conviction by police officers that the Department will change.
In order to ensure this, an independent, permanent investigative body
dealing with police corruption like this commission, is essential.
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