I put my credibility on the line for you. CSIs said excessive force, I said 'no way'.
That's right.
Oh, really? [plays the dispatch recording of Officer Finn calling Sergeant Johnson a black son of a bitch.]
I don't remember saying that.
I'm advising you not to speak, not until we hear the complete recording and check the witness statements.
You think I'm racist? I don't remember, if I said he was black, I was describing the suspect. I was so focused on what the gun was doing I...
Did you see his face?
No, it was dark out.
Are you telling me, you didn't recognize Scott Johnson? He was a trainee, he rode with you, he was your damn partner for four months. You spent 8 hours a day in a car together. You saw more of him than you did of your wife.
This was over 5 years ago.
So you're telling me you didn't recognize a guy who put a formal complaint in your file for racial discrimination? Let me read this to you: "Frequent and excessive use of racial epithets including the 'N' word."
First of all, no. I didn't recognize Johnson. And second, yeah, sure, I use street talk with the trainees.
Come on, you know that doesn't fly anymore.
But believe me, whatever they get from me is nothing compared to what they're gonna get from the real gorillas in the jungle.
That's a poor choice of words.
I am training them for the real world and of the dozens and dozens of people I have trained, and that is every color of the rainbow, pal. That hard ass was the only one who ever complained. The only one. He's the racist, not me.
