CURTAIN RAISED ON BIGGEST COP CORRUPTION CASE IN TORONTO HISTORY

Leaning far back in his chair, the former drug cop stretches his arm
along the courtroom railing, drums his fingers, tap-tap-tap.

The only way Nebojsa (Ned) Maodus - he of the dark slicked back hair,
almost a pompadour quiff - would look more relaxed is if he were to
prop his feet up on to the defence counsel's table.

Body language can speak volumes. It's cop posture, or posturing.

But it is Christopher Quigley doing the talking, having waited some 14
years for the opportunity.

The drug cop and the purported drug dealer - except it's the cop who's
on trial and the drug dealer testifying against him. Five used-to-be
detectives, in fact, crowding the business end of a Toronto courtroom,
each flanked by his prestigious defence lawyer, the very cream of the
criminal bar.

Arrayed against them, a quartet of Crown attorneys. Aligned against
them, a bunch of perhaps "unsavoury" characters, the accusers.

The curtain has finally been raised on what has been described as the
biggest cop corruption case in Toronto history.

Eleven years since the investigation into them was launched by former
Toronto police chief Julian Fantino. Eight years since they were
charged. Four years since the preliminary hearing and five months of
pre-trial motions, after which all charges were stayed by Superior
Court Justice Ian Nordheimer because of "glacial delays." Three years
since that decision was overturned by the Ontario Court of Appeal,
which ordered a new trial for five of the six original defendants.

And, on Monday, before Justice Gladys Pardu, a three-hour opening
statement delivered by Crown John Pearson - a broad outline of the
prosecution's case, summoned from five different complainants, five
separate episodes of alleged police larceny and lying dating back to
1997 and 1998, with Quigley the first alleged shakedown victim to take
the stand.

Clearly a fitness buff, well-cut muscles of a triangular torso evident
even beneath the fabric of his suit jacket. More evident, though, in
the photographs shown on a monitor screen, Quigley in the raw - and we
do mean raw - from the waist up, newspaper held strategically to cover
what's below.

Purple bruising across the rib and waist. "That's from being punched
in the stomach," says the witness.

Laceration over the forehead, abrasions around the eye. "Once again,
by the same individual."

Redness around the lips. "I was punched in the mouth, assaulted."

Deep bloodied gash on the elbow. "I was dragged out of the car, my arm
yanked behind my back," though the injury did not result from that
specific rousting, happened later.

It was Maodus who allegedly did the dragging. Then he and colleagues -
fellow defendants now - bundled Quigley into 53 Division, afternoon of
April 30, 1998, following a gun-point takedown in the parking lot of
George Harvey high school, midtown Toronto.Quigley tells it: "They
barraged me with questions. Where are your drugs? Where is your money?"

In the common room on the station's third floor - an open area, rather
than the holding cell in the basement - another officer blisters
Quigley with similar questions. This cop, Quigley learned, was John
Schertzer, head of Team 3, Central Field Command Drug Squad, the one
they called "the boss."

"And then he hit me, with an open hand."

Schertzer, Maodus, Steven Correia, Joseph Miched, Raymond Pollard: All
one-time members of elite Team 3, all accused on a slew of assault,
extortion, attempt to obstruct justice, conspiracy and perjury charges.

Addressing the jury, Pearson puts the point frankly about key
testimonials to come: "You might find these witnesses to be
disreputable and unsavoury. Many of them have criminal records and
were drug dealers during the time of concern to us. No one condones
the actions of people involved in illegal drug activity. And I expect
Her Honour will tell you that when it comes to the testimony of the
drug dealers in this case, you should approach their evidence with
caution and look for other evidence which confirms their testimony."

Quigley recounts his narrative clearly, as if the incident occurred
just last week, but then it would be branded into his memory, would it
not, if true?

The Crowns believe it to be true.

"They engaged in unjustified acts of physical violence against people
in their custody," said Pearson of the defendants, drawing a vivid
picture not just of rogue cops, the odd bad apple, but a gang of punks
with badges and guns; a self-contained lawless posse that threatened
suspects to extract information about the whereabouts of their cash
and stash, to which they helped themselves, then tried to cover their
tracks by falsifying notes, disguising illegal searches, withholding
vital information from both prosecutors and defence lawyers, and
fabricating tales in court.

When Quigley's photos are displayed, he explains their provenance: "I
took (these pictures) to document what I looked like while I was in
custody. I was beaten up repeatedly on a number of occasions while I
was in custody at 53 Division . . . their hands, their fists, they choked me."

It was around three in the afternoon, Quigley testified, when he went
to meet a friend at George Harvey, driving his girlfriend's car. In
the parking lot, this friend got into his vehicle. He handed over a
brown paper bag.

Inside the bag was a pair of sunglasses, which were entered as an
exhibit Monday.

Suddenly, the car was surrounded by men, maybe six, seven, eight,
wearing civilian clothes. "I didn't even realize they were officers.
They were screaming and yelling at me - get out of the car!"

One of the cops grabbed the bag, looked inside, and erupted in curses.
"They're eff-ing sunglasses!"

The officers, said Quigley, did not identify themselves, did not show
badges. He was pulled roughly from the car, allegedly by Maodus.
Quigley told court he had no drugs on him, no drugs in the vehicle,
and wasn't armed. He was handcuffed, placed in the rear of an unmarked
vehicle and delivered to the station, all the time asking what was
happening, was he under arrest?

One officer said: "Shut up, you're in big trouble. You're gonna find
out when you get to the station."

At 53 Division, Quigley was booked by a sergeant - "he was polite,
professional, he wasn't aggressive in any way, just following
protocol" - and then led upstairs. At that point, Quigley says he had
no injuries.

"It started off reasonable. Then (they) became somewhat aggressive."

He was not permitted to call a lawyer. "We'll get to that later," one
of the officers told him.

Because they kept hounding him about drugs, Quigley admitted he had
some marijuana at home, hidden in a bag of dog food, for his Boston terrier.

Another cop - Quigley says this was Correia's partner - boasts: "My
guys are bulldogs. We will tear your place apart."

But Quigley has told them exactly where to look for the dope in his
Eglinton Ave. W. apartment. It's in the kitchen. "After I'd given all
the information I could, they still didn't believe me. They said, 'We
know you have more drugs somewhere, we know you have money somewhere'."

They were going to search his place. But if Quigley was cooperative,
they'd be careful not to let the dog out and "nothing would be broken."

At this juncture, Quigley had been taken into an interrogation room.
Now his tormentors wanted to know if he kept his drugs and his money
at his mother's place. He insisted he kept nothing there.

"They said, we're going to search her house so you better tell us
where the drugs are. I told them, please be respectful, she's an older
lady, she has a heart condition."

The officers seemed to know that Quigley was in the jewelry business
at that time. Schertzer, in particular, appeared "extremely agitated,
very angry."

From the interrogation room, Quigley says he was moved to a smaller
space, an interview room at the back.

On the witness stand Monday, that's as far as Quigley got in his
recitation of events. But the prosecutor, Pearson, had already
provided a preview of what happened next in his opening statement, how
Schertzer allegedly "watched" as two drug squad officers delivered a
"serious beating" to Quigley.

At 9.33 p.m., a warrant was issued by a Justice of the Peace to search
Quigley's residence and members of the squad went there, discovering
the marijuana where the suspect said it would be. "However, the
finding of the marijuana did not stop Christopher Quigley's ordeal
that night," said Pearson.

Another search warrant was obtained for the home of Quigley's mother,
Greeba, on the basis that he often resided there and kept drugs in her
basement. No drugs would be found at that location.

Under interrogation, said Pearson, Mrs. Quigley said she had a safety
deposit box at a bank where she was keeping money for her son. Feeling
intimidated, she gave the officers the key to it. Back at 53 Division,
meanwhile, Quigley was turned over to uniformed officers who weren't
members of the drug squad. "He was bleeding from his forehead,
throwing up blood and there were signs of serious distress." Quigley
was rushed to hospital.

According to notes Maodus made in his memo book, Quigley had become
violent when told about the search of his mother's home, punched an
officer and had to be physically restrained. Quigley was charged with
assaulting police.

The following morning, a third search warrant was issued for the
safety deposit box. Schertzer and Correia went to the bank, Pearson
told court, unlocked the box and dumped a quantity of money into a
plastic bag. Pearson said Mrs. Quigley will testify that there had
been $54,000 in the safety deposit box.

After leaving the bank, Schertzer prepared an official police property
receipt for the money that had been seized: 22 $1,000 bills and 17 $50 bills.

What Schertzer documented: $22,850.

It would eventually be returned to Quigley. But the rest of the money
he and his mother claim was in that box - $31,000 - vanished.

The trial continues Tuesday - and for a long time beyond.