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It was an early summer evening in Middletown, New Jersey. Just your average quiet suburb, about an hour south of Newark. The sun was setting. It was the start of the weekend, and Sean Brokos was out back having drinks with a friend.

Our deck sat up high, and we overlooked woods and there was this rolling stream that I loved because it just was that the constant sound of just water trickling.

Sean was coming off an intense week. She'd been slammed at work and was doing double duty with the kids since her husband was out of the country. That night, she was excited to relax and connect with her girlfriend who was visiting her for the weekend.

I didn't even take my cell phone with me, which is unusual. I usually have my cell phone attached to my body at all times.

They were drinking some Dale Pale Ale that her friend had brought from Pittsburgh. It was exactly the break that Sean wanted, but it didn't last long. When Sean got up to grab two more beers from the kitchen, she noticed her phone on the counter.

I've got all these missed calls, and I'm thinking, what's happening?

We all know that feeling, but Sean was an FBI agent, and the person calling her was a prosecutor working with her on a case. Sean called him back. He told her there was an issue with someone that Sean had arrested. A guy by the name of Paul Bergrin. Sean had been investigating Paul for several years, and had finally put him in handcuffs a few months before on charges that included drugs, racketeering, and conspiracy to murder a witness. But the reason the prosecutor was interrupting her Friday evening was that Paul Bergrin had just been caught on tape talking about Sean.

All I knew is he had mentioned something about getting rid of me, something like that. Bergrin had mentioned to get rid I'm thinking, I've got a three-year-old and a two-year-old in bed asleep.

She'd been an FBI agent for 13 years, but this was the first time a target had tried to put a hit on her.

This is surreal. All I wanted to do was have some drinks on the deck with my girlfriend, and now this whole thing has just gotten crazy and out of hand.

She barely had enough time to figure out what to do next before she heard people arrive at her house.

So law enforcement had already been notified, our FBI office, and local police. So within probably five minutes of me seeing my phone, we had local Middletown police parked out in front of my house.

Sean looked at her friend.

My poor girlfriends, they're like, What the hell is happening here? I'm trying to process this.

Moments after the police arrived, Sean's boss at the FBI showed up.

I walked in my kitchen, 9:00 at night. They wanted me to go, to go into a hotel, to take the kids, go somewhere else.

But Sean wasn't feeling that. She put Paul Berger in jail. She wasn't going to let him run her out of her home, and she was definitely going to finish up her girls weekend.

They said, No, I'm staying right here. And that's when they said, Well, we'll have the police out here 24/7. Everybody took it very seriously.

And there was a reason They took it seriously. Paul Bergrin had a reputation as someone who was connected. He was a lawyer who knew the system and did what he needed to win. He was someone who did not make empty threats.

If Paul asked you to do something, it wasn't a request.

It was an order.

Loyalty is blind, and blind loyalty is really blind.

I don't have anything to say under the Fifth Amendment without my attorney being present. Psychosis is a mysterious thing. I mean, people make up all kinds of stories.

I knew that if she had to defend herself and our family, then she'd be able to do it.

He was a murderer that wore a three-piece suit. From WNDYRRI, I'm Brandon James-Jinkins, And this is criminal term. When I was a kid, I spent a ton of weekends visiting with my dad's family in Newark, New Jersey. And I always look forward to those trips because I'd get to hang out with family on the big front stoop of my grandma's apartment. And as we got older, we'd graduate from the stoop to the stairs, and then the stairs to the sidewalk, and then from the sidewalk to the ends of the corners. But no matter what, we were not allowed in the street because at any moment, a stolen car could come speeding down the block. And as much as I love Newark, I was always aware of this hidden danger. Maybe it's that speeding car, or maybe it's a cop in a uniform. Newark was vibrant, but with vibrance comes vigilance. And the thing is, I was told to stay out of trouble, and I tried to. I listened. But if you didn't, if you were the least bit inclined to venture out to the street and get in the mix, even a little. Newark was the place where you could find yourself slotting downhill before you even knew what was happening.

Before you could do anything to stop yourself. And it might start out as guilt by association, but it can become more than that. It can become guilt by action. This is episode one, The Devil's Bargain. In 1989, Newark felt almost like a playground for criminals, robbery, vandalism, murder, you name it. If you had criminal intent, Then Newark, New Jersey was a land full of possibility, and there was a good chance you would get away with it. That is, unless you ran into a young prosecutor named Paul Grigrin.

I think Paul won every case that he tried. He was ruthless. He was unwavering.

John Edwards- Tiffany was a fellow attorney who went way back with Paul. John was a little bit younger, but they both ran in the same Newark legal circles. And John knew that Paul did not try the type of cases that were exactly easy to win.

At the At the height of his prosecuting career at Essex County, he was trying murder cases.

And winning. This record helped him get recruited to join the US attorney's office in Newark. See, before he was attempting to take out FBI agents, he was on the side of the government. For someone like Paul, to get a job in the US attorney's office was the big leads. Paul would later claim that his new boss instructed him to kick ass and show the other prosecutors how to try a case. Paul arrived at the US attorney's office with his signature mustache and nice suits, but he didn't really fit in with the other attorneys, the high-achieving Ivy League types. He had gone in over Southeastern, a small law school in Florida, and reportedly, hung up a Playboy calendar in the office instead of a diploma. The other assistant US attorneys played golf on the weekends, while Paul said he went to his second job running security at a holiday inn. He was a boxer in ex-military, so the side the gig made sense. But Paul had a bigger problem than feeling like an outsider. His new office had just filed corruption charges against two homicide detectives he had worked with on a regular basis in Essex County.

Paul was indefagulable. He said, It's a bunch of malarkey. This is a witch hunt. We shouldn't be going after these individuals.

These two guys were crucial to a whole bunch of murder cases Paul had won when he was a county prosecutor, and Paul was loyal to them. This is according to his unpublished memoir, which we got access to during the course of our reporting. But his new colleagues at the US attorney's office didn't listen. They had enough proof against these detectives that they were willing to bring the case to trial. This trial was held in Newark and presided over by Judge Marion Trump Berry. Yet Yes, you heard that right. Donald Trump's sister. At the trial, the evidence against the policeman poured in. The jury and judge heard how they were recorded on wire tabs, tipping off a drug dealer. They told the drug dealer about a police informant within his organization and helped him avoid arrest. I mean, the drug dealer himself took the stand to testify against the cops. It seemed like everyone and everything was against him. Everyone except Paul.

During the course of the trial, Paul agreed to be a character witness.

Okay, look, no one at the US attorney's office knew why Paul was willing to basically commit career suicide by vouching for these two corrupt cops. But it cannot be understated how unusual it was.

You're a sitting US attorney, and now you're not only injecting yourself into the mix of a case, you're injecting yourself into a mix of a case to provide testimony that potentially is going to be beneficial and could lead to an acquittal of a defendant who's being prosecuted by the very office that you're employed. When you look at it, it's mind-blowing.

Paul was testifying against his own people, voluntarily. He drafted a memo laying out his intention to speak on behalf of the accused cops. While Well, that memo ended up in the hands of the United States attorney, who at the time happened to be Samuel Alito. Yes, that's future Supreme Court Justice, Samuel Alito.

The office, understandably, was trying to put pressure saying, You can't do this. This is really going to jettison your career.

After the memo reached Alito, one of Paul's superiors stormed into his office and tried to convince Paul not to take the stand.

He said, No, I've got an obligation. I know this man. He was an excellent investigator.

And so in front of the jury, the local press, his colleagues in the US attorney's office, and Donald Trump's sister, Paul Bergrin testified on behalf of the defense. He said the detectives were honest and trustworthy guys. He also said he asked one of them to maintain contact with the drug dealer to get information out of the dealer for a triple murder case. Not only was he giving them credibility, he was giving them an excuse for giving confidential information to a drug dealer. But that wasn't the end. After he testified, Paul said he snuck over to the court to watch closing arguments.

Typically, US attorneys, if they're watching, will sit behind the table where the US attorneys are sitting. Paul would often sit in the gallery but behind the defense attorney table.

After sitting down, Paul looked across the aisle. There was Samuel Alito sitting behind the US attorneys. He was looking directly at Paul, and he was not happy. When Paul When he went back to his office, he was called in to see one of his bosses and chewed out. He was told that his actions had been both distasteful and disloyal. The thing is, the case against the cops was solid. At best, Paul was playing the hero. Testifying knowing he was on the losing side. The judge rejected a plea bargain, and both men were convicted on a litany of charges, including racketeering and drug and extortion conspiracy. Paul was punished, too. After the trial, he was exiled to the sixth floor, where there weren't any other prosecutors. His new office was more like a broom closet. He had no telephone, no secretary. He didn't even have a filing cabinet.

Basically, all the caseload that Paul had was taken away And for at least three to six months, he would come into the office and really have nothing to do. There wasn't anything going on. They weren't giving anything to him.

His career at the US Attorney's office was over, and he knew it. He had another year left on his contract, but instead, he submitted a letter resignation. When Paul walked out of the building, he left with only a few belongings, but plenty of hard feelings towards the feds. When Paul set up his private practice about four miles north of his former place of work, it was a completely different world from the US attorney's office. No more fancy columns and 16 floors. His new office was in the Dollar Savings Bank building in Newark. Paul had one thing to say to the people of Newark, I'm here to serve you. This is Paul himself at an event organized by a small community group in Newark.

This is a system that's supposed to protect the good, the bad, the strong, the weak, the rich, the poor. And you come to realize that it really doesn't work like that.

He was wearing a black tailored suit with a burgundy-striped tie. His hair is jet black and push back, and his thin mustache is neatly trend. He was there to tell the attendees about their legal rights. Paul Bergrin was now a criminal defense attorney, and he knew exactly how the system was rigged, how a bad lawyer or untruthful witness could get an innocent person sent to prison. And he had also seen how a good defense lawyer could help a guilty person beat charges.

You get the mind instead of a police officer, so you know every trick of the trade.

He knew how police officers did their jobs, what they could and couldn't do. That's where Paul had an advantage because he knew exactly what to do.

And you know how to adjust the case police to show and prove that the police are not telling the truth, the whole truth, and not what the truth, so help them God. And I think that's made me a much stronger defense counsel.

And Paul Bergrin got results for his clients. It helped that he had his inside people. An assistant prosecutor with a gambling problem, cops who were stealing drugs and money, he could give these guys a bit of legal help. And in return, they slip him information that he needed for his cases. You scratch my back. I scratch yours. It paid off. Paul won more and more cases that got him more clients and bigger clients, celebrities. There was Tread from the group Naughty by Nature, who caught a weapons charge, and the rapper Eric B after he got into an altercation with a police officer. You have some of my movie stars. I said, Queen Latifa, you work with her?

I've represented her, and she's a personal friend of mine.

Queen Latifa was charged with video piracy for having bootleg VHS tapes in a video store she owned. Paul Bergrin got the charges dropped.

I'm going to treat every single person like they're my own child, like they're my own brother, and I'm going to pour my heart into every case, whether it's the simplest possession of marijuana in municipal court or to a murder trial.

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It was 2003, and Sean Brokos was on her way to a Newark apartment complex.

She had received a tip that someone in that apartment had a gun, that they shouldn't. Sean was in her early 30s, blonde and white in Newark. She looked like a teacher or a dentist or someone with a desk job at a bank, which is actually what she'd been doing seven years earlier. She ran the loan Department at a bank in El Paso.

Overseeing who qualified for commercial loans, personal loans, car loans.

Until one day when federal agents came to the bank, they were investigating one of the bank's clients who they suspected of money laundering. It wasn't like in the movies. It wasn't all that exciting. Just two guys wearing suits serving a subpoena. But Sean was fascinated. She thought to herself, Wow, this sounds a whole lot more interesting than the work I'm doing.

I literally walked down to the local FBI office. I put my name in, filled out an application, and before I knew it, I was off to Quantico for training for the FBI.

Fast forward to present day, and Sean was a full-on bona fide FBI agent.

It was something that I knew would be an adventure. Look, Newark at that time was not a great place, but if you're in law enforcement, boy, there's no better place to be.

She was part of the gang squad.

We were always running cases on the Bloods and the Cribs because at the time in Newark, those were the strongest street gangs.

And on this day, the case involves someone affiliated with the Cribs. The man's name was Kimo Deshawn-McCree. Kimo had been convicted of a felony, so it was illegal for him to have a gun, and that was enough to take him down. When Shana and her partner got to the apartment, they knocked on the door. They were let inside where they met Kimo and his mother.

We said, Hey, we know you have a gun in the apartment. We know that you cannot be in possession of a gun. We don't have a search warrant. We can get one, but if you turn that weapon over to us, that would be the best thing to do.

They went to the bedroom and opened the closet door.

And there was in the back of the closet It was a sizable shotgun, Brownstock, older model, and sold off, meaning the barrel had been shortened.

They grabbed the shotgun and headed back to the living room.

I immediately walked up to chemo, and I said, You're going to have to come with us. I was holding him. I think it was on his forearm or maybe his upper arm. I remember he just literally slipped right out of the jacket. So in a split second, he's gone, and I'm left holding this jacket, and he's out the door.

Kimo and his mom were on the ground floor of the apartment building, so his escape was pretty simple. And he had another advantage.

I'm thinking, I'm not chasing him. I'm in skirt and heels. I'm not going to chase after him through the projects.

As Sean watched Kimo run off, she also saw a lost opportunity. See, Sean wasn't just there to get a gun off the street. Sean Brokos needed someone like chemo. Shared her eyes on some of the bigger players in Newark, and getting chemo into custody was just the next very important step in her plan. In this case, chemo McRay was not the white whale she was looking to land, but he was connected and could lead her up the ladder. She needed someone to go inside the crew and feed her information. That was why she needed Kimo McRae to agree to be a confident a potential informant. Now, let's be clear here. The FBI, throughout its history, has had a pretty bad reputation when it comes to informants. They use a small fish to go catch the big fish. But that feels more like big game hunting for optics more than any attempt to stop a problem or protect citizens. Like, how long ago did they start the war on drugs? And how's it going now? But that's the game Sean's playing here. There is no FBI investigation without getting people on the street to talk. And that was why the fact that he was now out the door and down the block was such a bad look.

Sean turned to chemo's mother. At first, she claimed the gun was hers, not chemo's. But Sean wasn't buying it one bit.

I said, You cannot own this gun for your son. It is his, and you cannot do this. It's just not the right thing to do. And she said, Yes, it is his gun. It is not my gun, but I don't want to get my son into trouble. So that's when I said, Look, just come down to our office tomorrow. We can work through this.

Sure enough, the next morning, Kimo and his mother showed up at the FBI field office in Newark. Kimo is a slim Black guy in his early 30s. He's been in and out of jail a few times at this point, but now he's got kids. He's very close with his family, and he does not want to do any more time.

Sean remembers that Kimo's mom did a lot of the talking. He looked terrified. In his mom's apartment, Kimo had gotten a jump on Sean. But here in her office, with Kimo's mother by his side, ready to do anything to secure his freedom, Sean had all the leverage. She'd been in this situation enough times before. She'd sat across other young men like chemo and tried to flip them. So by now, she had a whole speech worked out.

You don't have to answer any questions. I'm not going to ask any questions, but I'd like you to listen to me for the next five minutes.

Sean leaves it out for chemo. It's simple.

You can either join our team, become part of team government, which means you're going to help us in our investigations. If you decide against that, you do know that I will have to arrest you for being in possession of this weapon. And what that's going to look like is you're going to do jail time. You have the previous conviction, you will be going to jail for quite some time.

So go to jail or become an informant and risk your life trying to infiltrate a ruthless drug game. Rock meet hard place.

And so it's that crossroads, and you have to pick now. I'm going to give you a couple of minutes to think about this. You need to think about this now. Decide here and now what you're going to do. I'm I'm not going to tell you what to do, but I can tell you if you become an informant, we'll do everything in our power to protect you forever.

Sean left the room so chemo could talk things over with his mother. What Sean was pitching chemo, it was obviously very dangerous. In Newark, getting caught collaborating with the authorities was the ultimate betrayal and could get you killed. Witness statements had a way of finding their way out the police file and getting posted on telephone polls around the neighborhood, leaving the streets to deliver their own retribution. On the other hand, Kimo didn't want to go to jail. He wanted to spend time with his family. And there were other considerations, like money. Hooking up with Sean could mean a little extra income for himself and his family. The devil's bargain, for sure. Sean waited a couple of minutes, then walked back to get her answer. Back in the room, Kimo McCreigh told Agent Sean Brokos he'd take her deal. Kimo would lead Sean directly to a white whale. With joining up with the FBI and essentially betraying everybody he runs with, it would go exactly as you would expect. Initially, Sean had chemo making deals with guys towards the bottom of the pyramid, low-level dealers. They did a lot of these buys and built a routine.

First, Kimo and Sean would meet up somewhere in the Newark area.

At a predetermined location. It was off the beaten path. If we pulled up in a van and he was on the street corner and hopped in, people wouldn't think twice about it.

Once Kimo was in the back seat of the minivan, they discussed their next buy.

We talk a little bit about what's going on. Are you ready to do this? Have you spoken to the target? Have you run into them? Are they available? And then we'd come up with our plan of action.

The plan of action was usually pretty simple.

Tell them you want an ounce of crack.

Now it wasn't a matter of getting chemo wired up and ready to go.

The digital recording devices, they were small. It almost looked like one of those square cigarette lighters. You would just say, Look, put it in your pocket, but close to your mouth. We'd activate the device, do a preamble, put it on him, and then send him out.

But not before, they'd agreed on a safe word. There was always the risk of an informant being identified. If that happened, the situation could go south fast. Kimo came up with his own.

Usually, you pick a random word, but he's like, I can't just say banana in the middle of a drug deal. That's just not going to work. So I said, Okay, well, what is something if this was going south in your terms, what would you say? And he said, I'd say, This is fucked up.

This is fucked up? Huh? Clever. Sure. They had safety measures like the safe word. But the reality was that as soon as he stepped out of the minivan, Kimo was on his own. Sometimes there'd be a video feed, but often it was just audio from chemo's wire. And if that feed dropped out, Sean would have to improvise.

Sometimes I would just call him, and he'd act like I was a girlfriend or somebody else, and I'd be like, Hey, where are you? What's happening? And he'd say something along the lines of, I'm almost done. Give me a minute. I'll be there.

After the deal was done, chemo would head back to the minivan.

We grab the drugs off of him right away, shut off the recording device, and then debrief him. What did you see? What did you hear? How did it go? What's going on? Take the drugs back, test them, and off we went. It became just like a routine to us. We did a lot of those.

And that's how it went for a while. Kimo got wired up. He made buys. He went back to the minivan. And Kimo did well as an informant. In fact, he was pretty much the perfect informant because he was the last person anyone suspected of being one.

Because people liked him. They didn't suspect him. Just a really good person. Salt of the Earth, good person.

Of course, there were hiccups.

There was always drama.

One time, Kimo's pet dog ate the transmitter, and then there was a child care.

He adored Man-Man, loved him.

Man-man was like a son to chemo. He would sometimes bring him along when he was working with Sean.

It was very mixed because you see this kid who's four or five, this adorable young kid who's thrown into this life, didn't ask to be thrown into this life.

But she couldn't tell chemo not to bring him, or she'd risk losing a chance to send chemo out for a buy.

They would laugh and joke and have fun. And chemo, he'd always have a little toy with him that chemo bought him, and it was very heartwarming.

Sean says she and chemo were in nearly constant contact, so she got to know a little about his personal life, and she liked him. But Sean was an FBI agent, and Kimo was her confidential informant. By nature, the rapport was one of power in transaction where Sean held all the leverage. Kimo needed to do what she said because she held his freedom in her hands. Most of the early deals Kimo made were small time, small amounts from lower-level dealers. But that all changed when Kimo told Sean that he'd been connected to someone major.

He said, Hey, this guy, Will, knows that I've been buying from one of the housing projects and told me I can get crack, heroin from him. I don't have to buy from these lower-level guys. I can just go directly to him.

This guy, Will, was William Baskerville. Sean didn't recognize the name, but when she asked a colleague, he knew exactly who she was talking about.

Oh, yeah, that's Will Baskerville. He's a big-time dealer. And so that became a game-changer for us. We thought, Okay, this is now taking us to a much higher level. So we just started doing buys from Will, Baskervilles.

For leveling up, came with increased risk.

On the street corner, you have visibility. You set up surveillance, you can cover the corner. This, it was a car with dark-tinted windows. You couldn't always see who was driving. You didn't know where the car was going to come from.

The buys from Will became a regular thing. Kima would purchase at least five grams of crack cocaine. That was a threshold to get Will on a high mandatory minimum sentence. But Will Baskervilles was on high alert for snitches.

We could sense that Will was starting to get a little suspect.

One day, Sean was getting chemo ready for a buy. She got him wired up in the van, dropped him off where he was going to approach Will. But this time, they decided to switch things up a bit.

We ended up trying to change the drugs we were buying because we wanted to see what Will could get his hands on.

Instead of buying the usual crack cocaine, chemo would ask for heroin.

That was suspicious for Will because Will was like, Why all of a sudden do you need this?

Sean was listening in and could hear the conversation getting more and more tense. And then, Will came out and said it. I knew you were snitch.

Will really gave him hell and thought he was a snitch.

And he wasn't wrong. Sean started to panic.

And we're listening to it thinking, Oh, my gosh, what are we going to do? I mean, I remember a couple of times looking at some of my coworkers saying, Should we go in? Should we go in?

Sean and her team sat waiting for those four words from chemo, the signal to storm in. This is fucked up. But it never came. Chemo managed to talk his way out of it when Will pressed him.

That's where his personality really played well because he was so likable and gregarious. He could tap dance. He could do that tap dance where a lot of people, I think, would be really, really nervous. He was known in the street, so I think that helped his credibility.

When Sean got chemo back in the van, she was finally able to breathe. She knew that if the situation had gone bad, she could have jumped in and protected chemo, but she was just glad he was safe. After chemo had made enough buys, Sean had the evidence she needed. She was ready to arrest Will Baskerville. But the plan wasn't to lock him up. He was just another step in her plan, another rung on the ladder. You know the drill. Sean wanted to flip Will so she could aim her sights even higher. But as she was gearing up for the arrest, she had no idea about the unexpected consequences. Will Baskervilles' lawyer was Paul Bergrin, criminal attorney. And what she would soon learn is that Paul would do anything to keep his clients out of jail, no matter the cost, no matter who got in the way. Isn't it funny how witnesses disappear or how evidence doesn't show up or somebody doesn't testify correctly? That's on the next episode of Criminal Attorney.

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