Find Me Guilty (2006) Movie Script

Full sum and total of the FBI

and the police

department's efforts here.

As has been outlined before,

a couple of hundred

Mafia and organized crime members

and associates have been indicted

in the last year to two years.

So that the attack is at the top level,

the middle level and the lower level.

And we are doing everything that we

can to identify, indict and convict

the capos, the soldiers and

the associates of the Mafia as well.

(♪ Louis Prima: "When You're Smiling

(The Whole World Smiles With You")

Look, I gotta clip a guy.

All I'm carrying is a.22.

Of course I know

it's not worth a shit.

What the fuck do you think

I'm calling you for?

Go fuck yourself!

Hey, Tony.

Your,... your papa here?

Yeah. He's upstairs,

but he's sleeping.

I'm making a banana daiquiri.

You want one?

Asshole.

My God! Cousin, what are you...?

(GRUNTS)

(THUDDING)

What are you doing, Coz?

I love you.

(GRUNTS)

Coz, why are you doing this?

(SCREAMING)

Pop!

Pop?

Papa! Pop!

Pop! (SOBS)

You're not being very

helpful, Jackie.

I'm gonna have to let

your parole officer know.

Come on, Jackie.

We're not morons.

You had your eyes shut the whole time?

You fucking expect us to believe that?

I'm sorry, miss.

My eyes were shut the whole time.

I never saw nothing.

Miss?

My eyes were shut the whole time.

Yeah. All right, Manny.

Let's get out of here.

Hey. Someone sneaks in and pops you,

don't come complaining to us.

If somebody pops me, I won't

go complaining to nobody.

Hey, Pop. You sure

you're doing the right thing?

I mean, I feel like killing

this motherfucker myself.

Hey, watch your language.

And you don't rat out

the people that love you.

Love you?

He's your cousin. He puts four fucking

bullets in you and he loves you?

Yeah, he loves me. I love him.

He's family. He's just a junkie.

He doesn't know what he's doing.

Live and let live. Speaking of which,

how many times I gotta tell you?

If you see me shot 20 times, if you come

in the room I got my head cut off,

you don't call the cops.

I know, Pop.

Who do you call?

I call Saul.

That's right.

Come here.

My fucking hand.

This fucking cousin of mine.

I swear to God,

I feel like killing him.

Can they do that?

Do what?

Go to my parole officer

and get my bail revoked.

Hell, no. You didn't shoot nobody.

Somebody shot you.

That trial ever gonna happens?

It's been a year already.

They got no case.

That's why they

charge you under RICO.

Whenever the government has no

case, they charge you under RICO.

Aw, fuck them.

We gonna order some room service?

(CHUCKLING)

This looks great.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Good evening.

Stay where you are.

Nice and easy, gentlemen.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be

held against you in a court of law.

Do you understand that right?

You have the right to an attorney.

If by any reason you can't afford one,

the court will appoint you one.

Do you understand that right?

Mr. DiNorscio. Mr. DiNorscio!

(GAVEL RAPS)

Mr. Rizzo, would you

wake your client up?

Twenty-two to 30 years

for possession, sale and

distribution of narcotics.

And believe me, I'll try to see to

it that you do the full 30 years.

(GAVEL RAPS)

Let's go, Jackie.

Jesus, Sylvester.

A little privacy, please.

Come on, Jackie Dee.

You're going downtown.

For what?

Damned if I know, but I'm

sure as hell not standing here

smelling your shit

while I argue with you.

Let's go.

Coming.

(JACKIE GRUNTS)

Sylvester, how long

we known each other?

On and off, maybe 8 years.

I'm a good guy, right?

(TOILET FLUSHES)

Right.

Everybody loves me.

Right.

So why are you standing

here busting my balls?

You can't let me finish

taking a crap?

You know, you're so full of it,

you could sit on that toilet forever.

Let's go.

(SIGHING)

So where you guys

taking me anyway?

Federal building.

For what?

I have no idea.

Hey, could you do me a favor,

roll down the window?

It's too cold.

(PASSING GAS)

Geez.

(MAN GROANS)

Thanks, fellas.

Wow, you guys expecting the U.S.

Attorney for the Southern District?

Giuliani said to start without him.

OK.

You got any ketchup?

Sorry. Just A. 1. sauce.

A. 1. sauce? A steak

should have ketchup.

Please.

All right.

Ah, shrimp cocktail.

A little wine?

Oh, yeah.

So, car ride OK?

The car ride?

Yeah, the fresh air felt good.

The guys was real nice.

They lowered the window for me.

Well, I hope you

breathed nice and deep.

It could be your last

fresh air for 30 years.

Yeah, that judge shoved it right

up my ass. Can you believe that?

Doesn't have to be.

What doesn't have to be?

Thirty years.

Got any more wine?

Sure.

By the way, do you want

your lawyer here?

My lawyer?

I just got sentenced to 30

years for a pissant dope deal

'cause of that cocksucker.

So what do youse want?

You know what this is, Jackie?

Manhattan phone book?

Last year, you got indicted.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Fourteen counts.

"Gambling, racketeering,

narcotics distribution, conspiracy..."

That RICO thing?

That's a year old.

Counselor, I completely

forgot about it.

I mean, it's been so long.

And everybody knows that those

RICO things are bullshit anyway, so...

Yeah, well, this one isn't bullshit.

It's not just you. Your boss,

your underboss, and 17 of your goombahs.

Twenty of you on 76 counts.

We're not fucking around, Jackie.

So what do you need me for?

You're all going down.

You are all going down.

The whole New Jersey

Lucchese crew. We got it all.

Tapes, surveillance videos,

so many witnesses, they're

crawling out of the file cabinets.

Your cousin, your own fucking cousin,

Tony Compagna, he's our star.

My cousin Tony?

Your fucking-A.

The trial starts next week.

And these pals of yours,

they're gonna be jumping over each

others' bodies just to make a deal.

So we get your testimony, you get time

lopped off this sentence. That simple.

(CHUCKLES)

You mean, I rat on my friends?

You have no friends.

What'd you say?

I have no friends?

Those guys love me, man.

I love them.

They love you?

For Christ's sakes,

you left the Bruno family.

Lots of guys get

whacked for doing less.

And what's worse, you

switched over to the Luccheses.

Trust me when I tell you they don't like

each other. The Brunos want you dead.

By the way, how did you get

from Brunos to Luccheses?

I took a cab.

You took a cab?

Now listen to me, you guinea

cocksucker. Don't fuck with me.

We're taking down the whole

fucking family, do you understand?

This trial's gonna take at least a year.

Seventy-six counts, 20 defendants,

I don't know how many defense lawyers,

at least four prosecutors,

eight alternates on the

jury in case you fucks

try to reach one of

them to get a mistrial.

This is the biggest thing

I'll ever have in my life.

Never lost a case.

And I sure as shit

won't start with this one.

I'm gonna watch all of you taking it

up the ass for the rest of your lives.

And that's the only kind of love

you pricks are gonna get.

So what's your answer?

Fuck you.

(BEEPING)

Get this piece of shit out of here.

(DOOR OPENING)

Mr. Kierney.

Yeah?

You got a brother?

Yeah.

Well, fuck him too.

(DOOR CLOSING)

You set up that meeting,

didn't you?

Well, if somebody's gonna make

a deal, Jackie, I want it to be you.

Aw, fanculo, you motherfucker.

That's why they did the dope trial,

so they could use it to

squeeze me on this one.

You should know that.

I've been in prison half my life.

You think I'm gonna

start making deals now?

Listen, Jackie. My job is to give

you the best legal advice I can.

That's what you pay me for.

I paid you 250,000

for my last trial

and I'm sitting here

holding my dick.

How much you wanna

charge me for this one?

Look at all the work

we've put in on this thing.

How much you wanna

charge me for this one?

60,000, give or take a few.

60,000?

Take your fucking briefcase

and get the fuck out of my cell.

Sylvester, get this piece

of shit out of my cell.

Jackie, pack up.

You're moving out.

Moving out?

Another cell block.

Is it bigger?

My God. Sylvester, listen.

My chair, I gotta have my chair.

I can't sleep without my chair.

I'll talk to the guy. No,

Sylvester. You don't understand.

I can't sleep without my chair.

I got a bad back. You see, when...

What the hell are

you still doing here?

Come on, Jackie. You owe me

$60,000 for all the work I did so far.

Rizzo. Send me a bill. I'll wipe

my ass with it. Would that be OK?

God. Get him the

fuck out of here.

He's all yours.

Thanks, Jesse.

All the way to the end.

You wanna give me a hand?

(CLAPPING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(REPORTERS CLAMORING,

INDISTINCT)

Mr. Calabrese!

Mr. Calabrese has no comment

at the present time.

Mr. Calabrese, is the

third time a charm?

Justice will prevail, and my client will

be exonerated. Thank you very much.

Mr. Calabrese, you think

you're a three-time loser?

(ELEVATOR DINGING)

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

Look at you.

You dressed up.

Hey, good to see you.

How you been?

Good luck, bro.

Nice chatting with you.

OK.

Hey, Jackie.

How are you?

How you doing? Good?

Yeah, good to see you.

All right, all right.

Don't be too obvious.

They let you in here?

Good haircut.

Thank you. Thank you. You're

gonna look beautiful on TV.

Carlo, how you doing?

My man.

Hey, Nick. Good to see you.

What's good about it?

Jackie? I'm Ben Klandis.

I'm handling Carlo

Mascarpone's defense.

How you doing?

Listen, is it true you're

gonna defend yourself?

What do I need with a lawyer?

So he can get me another 30 years?

Last trial, I had apnea.

You know what apnea is?

Yeah, I know what apnea...

It's like a sleeping sickness. It's like

I slept through the whole fucking trial.

I wake up, the judge is

sentencing me to 30 years.

The hammer comes down.

Bang! It felt like

it landed on my dick.

Nah, this time,

I take care of me myself.

Well, that's the problem.

It's not just you.

They get one of you for

spitting on the sidewalk,

and all of you can go down.

R-I-C-O. The "C" in RICO,

it stands for conspiracy.

Conspiracy isn't hard to prove.

Two of you in the same room...

...that's conspiracy.

I'm not gonna hurt nobody.

You're gonna have to go up against your

cousin, Tony Compagna. Ready for that?

That fucker's the reason

we're all here. He turned.

But you know what?

I'm gonna turn him back.

He's a junkie. Deep down inside

he loves me. He's mine.

Well, let me just...

get somebody to sit with you

so you don't make any legal errors.

It's a goddamn jungle in here.

Let me tell you something.

When they fucked with me,

they woke a sleeping giant.

I'll handle it.

All rise.

The honorable Sidney

Finestein presiding.

Be seated.

Members of the jury, by law, you have

to be able to see the witness box.

Can you all see the witness box?

Yes, Your Honor.

Defendants, defense attorneys,

you may have to shift in your seats

a little to see the witnesses.

Sorry, it's the best we can do.

We've never had so

many defendants before.

(SOFT CHUCKLES)

Counselor.

Ladies and gentlemen.

"We own New Jersey!"

This is the boast of a mob family

that controlled an endless

list of criminal activities.

The term "conspiracy" in Latin

means to breathe together.

And these defendants breathed

a life of crime together.

Our evidence will show

that Carlo Mascarpone

was the underboss of the New Jersey

faction of the Lucchese crime family.

The Luccheses, one

of the Five Families,

as vicious and dangerous

a crew as any in the nation.

Gino Mascarpone.

Gino ran the day-to-day gambling,

loan-sharking and extortion activities

for his boss, Nick Calabrese.

Danny Roma, family

soldier and enforcer.

Alessandro Tedeschi,

loan-sharking and gambling.

Tino Bellochio,

numbers and gambling.

Dominic Crespi, gambling and numbers.

Jackie DiNorscio, cocaine distribution.

You'll get to know the rest as we

drag them up to the witness box.

Liars, sociopaths, murderers.

This guy thinks he's Eliot Ness.

He's good.

Finally, you will hear

from Tony Compagna,

Jackie DiNorscio's own cousin.

It was Mr. Compagna that started

the ball rolling in this investigation.

A man, who fearing for his life,

agreed to cooperate and tell all he knew

about the inner workings of this mob,

this group of leeches

that suck money

out of every enterprise,

legitimate or illegitimate,

to support their extravagant lifestyles.

Now, we will be asking you

to examine an awesome

amount of evidence.

And I am sorry about that.

But the severity of these crimes

against the people of this community,

in fact, all America,

make it necessary

for you to do... just that.

Thank you.

We will now hear opening statements

from defense counsels.

Mr. Cellano represents

defendant Dominic Crespi.

...the government's tapes,

you will conclude

that my client is not guilty

of anything more than...

Since when is it a crime

to wear fancy clothes

and an expensive diamond pinky

ring and drive a Cadillac?

If you arrested everyone who ever made

a friendly wager on a sporting event,

you'd have to lock up half of

the people in this courtroom.

You're up soon. You ready?

And all of this

in 40 years of driving.

I got nothing written down.

Well, what are you

gonna say then?

How the fuck do I know?

This whole case is a joke, right?

Mr. Klandis is representing

defendant Carlo Mascarpone.

Right in front of you,

ladies and gentlemen,

is this Latin motto,

whose translation is:

"Let justice be done,

though the heavens may fall."

I have the fate of Carlo

Mascarpone in my hands.

There he is sitting near

his brother Gino.

They didn't join the Lucchese family,

because they already had one...

...the family created by

Mr. and Mrs. Mascarpone.

It's called biology.

You'll hear a lot about my

client's flamboyant lifestyle.

His wife, Rosalynd,

sits in this courtroom,

married 17 years, 4 children.

That's a lifestyle.

He goes to Saint Lucy's church.

His wife teaches CCD.

That's a lifestyle.

Many of these defendants are related,

some are friends or neighbors

that have known each other since

playing Little League baseball together.

That's a lifestyle.

They are a family.

Not the kind of family

the government talks about.

They would twist it.

They would make it evil.

But all we're asking for,

ladies and gentlemen,

is to let justice be done,

though the heavens may fall.

Thank you.

OK. Let's see who's next.

Mr. DiNorscio. Mr. DiNorscio.

Isn't your attorney here?

Well, Your Honor,

I think I'm better off...

Say that again.

I wanna go pro se.

I'm gonna be my own lawyer.

Do you know what

"pro se" means?

Sort of.

What do you mean, "sort of"?

If you defend yourself, it's called

"pro se." I'm gonna defend myself.

Mr. DiNorscio, in a case of this

magnitude, I don't think it's advisable.

My Sixth Amendment right.

I mean, I got the right to defend

myself. Am I correct, Judge?

Yes. Yeah, you're correct.

Have you had any legal experience?

Well, sort of.

What do you mean, "sort of"?

I've been in prison half my life.

Sometimes I think I had

too much legal experience.

Mr. DiNorscio,

have you heard the saying

that a man who represents

himself has a fool for a client?

Now I have. Is it true, Judge?

Sometimes it is.

So that means sometimes

it ain't, right?

OK.

Thank you, Judge.

But I don't think it's advisable.

It's up to you.

Mr. DiNorscio, you're on.

Hi, I'm Jackie DiNorscio.

I'm defending myself

in this case.

You'll have to excuse me,

I'm a little nervous.

You see, I'm no lawyer.

I only have a sixth-grade education.

And I'm not sophisticated in the law

like some of these other persons here.

But what I tell you

will come from the heart.

Four months ago,

we started to pick

jurors for this trial.

And I wanna say right now

that I'm satisfied with

everybody on the jury.

And I wanna thank Mr. Klandis

for translating that Latin

slogan in front of the judge.

I thought it meant "No smoking."

I was literally about to light up.

Like I said...

...I'm no lawyer...

...so I don't know where they

came up with this RICO law thing.

Should probably ask Mr. Kierney.

I guess if you're Italian,

you should be in prison.

I've read the RICO Act and

I can tell you it's more appropriate

for some of those guys

over in Washington

than it is for me or

any of my fellas here.

Are you through, Mr. DiNorscio?

No, Judge.

How do I look, good?

You see this hat?

I'm wearing this hat to make

me look like a gangster.

'Cause that's what that

table wants me to be...

...a gangster.

But I'm not a gangster,

ladies and gentlemen.

I'm a gagster.

This ain't even my hat.

(CHUCKLING)

Thank you, Mr. Washington.

Now, I'm sure Mr. Kierney

will tell you I've been in jail

half my life, most of my life.

It's true.

I'd rather go to jail

for a thousand years

than to ever rat on

any of my friends.

Do you know that this government...

...this government offered me a deal

to join their list of witnesses

and lie about these men here?

Objection.

Sustained. Mr. DiNorscio.

What?

You will confine

the opening statement...

But I...

...to the evidence to be presented.

Thank you, Judge.

I got it. OK.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the evidence will show that they

wanted me to lie about my friends.

Objection.

Overruled.

And I just could

never do that.

I grew up with these guys.

How long I known you guys?

I've known them since

we were little babies.

I love these guys.

They're all I got.

But now all the prosecutor's got

is a nutcase, two junkies

and a bank robber.

Objection.

Sustained. Mr. DiNorscio.

I got this, Judge.

They talk about us being

extravagant. You hear him before?

"To support their

extravagant lifestyles."

Do I look extravagant?

One day, my wife asked me for $20

to buy a rump roast from the butcher.

I told her, "$20 for a rump roast?"

Of which I took her to the kitchen,

where we got a full-length mirror.

I pull out a $20 bill out of my pocket.

I hold it up to the mirror.

I say, "Sweetheart, you see

that $20 bill in the mirror?

That one belongs to you.

This one belongs to me."

And I'm out of there.

It's over.

The next day, ladies and

gentlemen, I come home

and I see roasted meats from

one end of the table to the other.

And I asked her, I said, "Honey,

where'd all the meat come from?"

So she took me back over

to the full-length mirror.

She lifts up her dress,

ladies and gentlemen,

she points to the mirror

and she says,

"The one in the mirror

is yours, honey.

This one belongs to the butcher."

(LAUGHTER)

(GAVEL RAPS)

I mean, extravagant?

Do I look extravagant?

FINESTEIN: Mr. DiNorscio.

I woulda wore a better suit.

FINESTEIN: Mr. DiNorscio!

Hey, all right. Everybody,

please quiet down.

Please, you'll all

get a chance to talk.

Max, how do you think it went?

Well, I haven't had a chance to talk to

Nick yet, but all in all, not a bad day.

Ben, I thought you were terrific.

Chris, Frank, Henry,

all of you, good work.

Then that fucking lunatic gets up there

and I don't know what to think anymore.

I don't know if it's good

or bad. Bad. All bad.

We got a major RICO

trial going on here

and all of a sudden we gotta

contend with fucking Shecky Greene.

(LOW CHUCKLES)

Ben, the guy's a

time bomb out there.

You know the cliché, "Never ask a

question you don't know the answer to"?

He's gonna ask a question,

or he's gonna say something,

or something is gonna pop out of

that shit-hole of a mouth that he's got

and we're gonna get hurt.

Well, see, you know,

I'm not sure I agree.

I was stealing looks at the jury.

They were with him.

They were laughing with him.

So let me throw that

other cliché out at you.

"A laughing jury is

never a hanging jury."

Let's sleep on this...

...wait it out a couple of days,

see how it develops.

I can always rein him in later.

Nobody can take him seriously.

He's a clown up there.

Jokes about his wife's twat.

Are you kidding me?

I agree. In a week, they'll see

him and the rest of them

for the morons they are.

I don't want 'em to see

those guys as morons.

I want that jury to see pimps, liars,

racketeers, arsonists and murderers.

It's an old saying,

but I believe it.

"A laughing jury ain't a hanging jury."

And he had 'em laughing.

I don't agree at all, Sean.

Laughing at him can indicate

disrespect as well.

I don't know if you noticed, but a

couple of the women in the jury

looked deeply offended.

He'll step over the line.

You'll see. It's an act.

No, it's not an act. That's

what makes him dangerous.

He's like some '60s pop tune.

"All you need is love." Fuck.

Like some Deepak Chopra

with a pinky ring.

See you, Nick. See you guys.

Good night, Nicky.

Counselor.

You're dead wrong, counselor.

You'll never rein him in.

He's fucking crazy.

I've known him a long time.

He's out for number one. He'll have

that jury laughing and he'll get off.

And we'll be standing there

with our dicks in our hand.

Nick, see...

Now, now, listen to me.

This is my fucking life on the line.

I gotta be sure. It looks

to me like he's hurting us,

I'm separating him from the

case. It's not up to you.

You wanna bet?

Don't get stupid on me, Nick.

I'm a lot of things.

Stupid ain't one of them.

Have a good day, counselor.

Hey, Mickey.

You hungry?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Thank you, Your Honor.

(WHISPERS, INDISTINCT)

Mr. Juarez, is this the

agreement that you signed?

Yes, sir.

Now, Mr. Juarez,

you're here as a witness as

part of a plea-bargain agreement

with the government, correct?

Yes, sir. I got busted. And I

was facing 40 years, so I flipped.

Regarding your narcotics sales,

you split the proceeds from those

transactions with Mr. DiNorscio.

That's right. And how

was Nick Calabrese involved?

I heard he always got his cut.

Objection. Hearsay.

FINESTEIN: Sustained.

Just your personal

experience, Mr. Juarez.

Did you ever meet

Mr. Calabrese in person?

Once.

I was at a birthday party for

Jackie's daughter and he was there.

Jackie told me

who Nick really was.

Why would Mr. DiNorscio

confide in you?

Jackie and me, we used

to party together a lot.

We were doing coke.

We'd get high and

when we had broads, Jackie

liked to nail 'em two at a time.

(SCATTERED CHUCKLES)

Thank you, Mr. Juarez.

Mr. DiNorscio. You know,

not for nothing, Judge,

but I thought this was the RICO Act,

not the Puerto Rico Act.

JACKIE: How you doing, pal?

Now, Octavio, let's be honest here.

You and me, we did a lot

of jobs together, right?

Right.

You remember that one with Diego?

I sure do.

Mind telling us about it?

No you... you tell them.

Tell the jury.

No, you tell them.

I can't tell, Octavio.

I got my lawyer hat on.

Besides, if I tell it, they're

gonna think I'm bragging.

Well, you walk in,

and when their coke was on

the table next to our money,

you pull a gun.

And then what?

Diego says, "You only got

six shots in that thing,

and there is seven of us."

And?

I'll never forget it.

You said, "How about if

I shoot the six of you

and strangle the seventh motherfucker?"

And we walk out, right?

With the money and the coke.

Now, Octavio, have you ever...

I don't think anyone has...

...have you ever heard me

try to deny me using cocaine?

No way.

No, of course not.

I wouldn't deny using cocaine ever.

I loved it. In fact,

did you bring any?

What did he say?

I didn't hear the punch line.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

The main point was to tie

Calabrese to Jackie. We got that.

And, Peter, call Manhattan Correctional.

Fucking Jackie's got himself set up

like he was at a hotel.

OK.

Tell 'em I don't want

him too comfortable.

Got it.

Hey, Jackie.

How was court today, man?

I killed 'em again.

Good.

Jesse, where's my lounger?

The word come down, Jackie.

You live like everybody else.

Yeah, but I can't... I can't sleep

laying down. I gotta sleep half-sitting.

Tough tittie, Jackie Dee.

Them's the conditions which prevail.

Hey, Jesse, you know my back.

How the hell am I

supposed to sleep, Jess?

Aw, you'll figure it out.

(GRUNTING)

Mr. Bellman, how did you

come to know Mr. DiNorscio?

When I got paroled, I had

no job, no money, nothing.

And a friend of mine

hooked me up with Jackie.

I lived with him in

Florida for a while.

And what was your

relationship with him?

I was a gofer. I drove him

around, picked up guns for him,

and I gave rides to his friends and

I brought messages back and forth

from him and some of

these defendants here.

And did you ever see any

drug transactions take place?

I was there when they were

cutting up the money.

And to the best of your knowledge,

how was that money distributed?

Me and Jackie got a share.

Jimmy the Jew got his.

I mean... Jimmy Katz.

And... of course the boss,

Nick Calabrese, got the big cut.

Did you witness this?

Jackie and Jimmy, yes.

Not Nick.

Move to strike as hearsay.

Sustained. Strike the

reference to Mr. Calabrese.

And when did your relationship

with Mr. DiNorscio end?

Well, you see, Jackie started

getting nutty from all the coke.

One Christmas, he wanted me to

get chickens to cook for a party.

I got tired of running

errands for him.

When I didn't get the chickens,

he threw me out of the house.

That's the last I saw of him.

Thank you, Mr. Bellman.

Your witness.

Now, tell the truth, Harry.

Isn't the real reason I

threw you out of that house

'cause I refused sexual advances from

you to me? (CROWD MURMURS)

What? Objection.

Sustained.

Now, Harry, isn't it true that the

guys in jail used to call you Mary?

KIERNEY: Objection.

No, that's not true.

Sustained. Mr. DiNorscio.

I warned you.

Harry, when you got out of prison...

...isn't it true you didn't

have a dime to your name?

Didn't I take you in?

Didn't I treat you good?

And this is how you

pay me back, by ratting?

You treated me like dirt.

You come here and you say

that I committed these crimes

after I treated you like a brother.

Didn't I feed you?

Yeah, I feed my dogs too.

Look, Harry, how could

this jury be sure

you're telling the truth

about me breaking the law

when half the time you were

high from shooting drugs?

KIERNEY: Objection.

That's a lie.

Mr. DiNorscio. You have to prove

that statement before you try to use it.

I will, Judge.

Come on, Harry.

Roll up your sleeve.

Show the needle marks to the jury.

Hey, stay away from me.

Stay a... Come on, Harry.

Stay away.

That Christmas...

...wasn't the real reason

I threw you out of that house

'cause I woke up one morning

and caught you trying

to give me a blow job?

(GAVEL RAPS)

FINESTEIN: Mr. DiNorscio.

Isn't that the truth, Harry?

Come on, Jackie. Look at yourself.

You kidding me?

I'm not kidding you.

I see the way you look at me.

I know what's on your mind.

You wanna suck on this

instead for a while?

Mr. DiNorscio should be

held in contempt of court.

Remove the jury.

Lunch. Two hours.

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

Jackie. What a fucking

job you're doing, man.

You're wearing 'em out.

Keep it up. All right.

Love you, baby.

Ben. Ben.

Can you do me a favor?

I don't think so.

Why?

What the hell did I do?

Two ladies on the jury

were looking at you

as if they wouldn't

pick you up with tongs.

I can't let my client be

affected by your behavior.

You damn well better control

yourself or you're on your own.

OK, I got it.

Can you help me out, Ben?

What is it?

I wanna have lunch with the fellas.

Every day my marshals take

me down to the holding cell.

Technically, you're

still a prisoner, Jackie.

You think I don't know that?

Ben. I asked them this morning if

I could have lunch with the fellas.

I grew up with most of them.

By now they're family.

If it's OK with your marshals,

it's OK with me.

Hey, Jackie.

You guys save any for me?

Hiya, Nick.

What are you doing here?

You eat downstairs in the holding cell.

No, my marshal said it was

OK if I ate with you guys.

Nobody cleared it with me.

I didn't know it had to

be cleared with you, Nick.

Now you know.

You know, Nick, I don't know why

you're giving me such a hard time.

I love these guys.

Stop with the love shit, Jackie.

You're so full of shit. What, because

we're from the same neighborhood?

I didn't trust you when you was

a kid. I don't trust you now.

What the fuck are you talking about?

You got no reason to say that.

I got no reason?

I got no fucking reason?

I see you up there kissing

ass so you can walk.

You'll suck cock to walk.

You're the faggot, not Bellman.

Now, why don't you

get the fuck out of here?

What, do I stutter?

(ANNOUNCER ON TV, INDISTINCT)

Coffee, sir?

Salami on ham.

KIERNEY: Agent Kerry...

...you conducted

many hours of surveillance

on each one of these defendants

on trial here today, correct?

I did.

And did the FBI conclude

that an organized crime family

existed in northern New Jersey

under the leadership

of Nick Calabrese?

Yes, that is correct.

And how did you determine

that Calabrese was the boss?

Well, I was in a restaurant

in Bloomfield on...

...September 19 of last year.

It had a reputation

as being a mob hangout.

Why did it have that reputation?

Because the food was good.

No interruptions.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Go on, sir.

I was at the bar. You could see a

large, private dining room at the back.

The doors were open

and two very,

well, heavyset gentlemen

in tuxedos stood by the door.

In the dining room, you could see

a birthday party was going on.

How did you know

it was a birthday party?

They were all wearing paper hats

and they had those things that when

you blow on them they uncurl and go...

(MAKES HIGH-PITCHED NOISE)

These were children?

No, sir.

No, sir. These were grown men.

Go on.

Well, at the head of a horseshoe

table sat... Mr. Calabrese.

And as I observed, all these Italian

males lined up to kiss his ring.

It was obvious to me that

they were paying respects

to Mr. Calabrese as being the boss.

It was like out of the movies.

There was no other conclusion.

Thank you, Agent Kerry.

Mr. Klandis?

No questions, Your Honor.

Mr. Novardis?

(COUGHING)

I have nothing for this witness,

Your Honor.

If there are no further questions...

I'd like to ask him something, Judge.

Mr. DiNorscio.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Mr. Kerry, I was wondering

about something.

Could you tell all of us how

you knew that those men

in that restaurant was Italian?

Well, it...

I... You know, I guess that...

Hey, they all looked Italian to me.

Wow. You know,

with the hand gestures and the back

slapping and the kissing and everything.

Did they teach you that in FBI school

that that's how Italians act?

No, that's not part

of our training. No.

(SPEAKS ITALIAN)

You speak Italian?

No.

No?

Could you hear them

talking in Italian?

No, I was too far away.

See, I'm not understanding this.

You're saying from the

back slapping and the kissing,

you knew that they were Italian?

Well, it was an Italian restaurant.

Did they all have black hair?

Yeah, yeah. From what

I can remember, yeah.

Could they have been

Spanish, Greek, Jewish?

Not with Nick Calabrese

at the head of the table, no.

You saying Nick

only eats with Italians?

No, I'm not saying that.

What if I told you

I went into a restaurant

and there was nothing

but Irish guys there?

And you says,

"How'd you know they were Irish?"

And I says, "'Cause they were all

drunk, vomiting all over the floor."

Objection, Your Honor.

Badgering the witness.

Mr. DiNorscio.

No, it's all right, Judge.

Look, Mr. DiNorscio. If it walks

like a duck, looks like a duck,

quacks like a duck,

chances are it's a duck.

If it talks like an asshole,

looks like an asshole,

chances are it's an asshole.

Objection. This behavior

cannot be tolerated.

Mr. DiNorscio, I am fining you

$5,000 for contempt of court.

That's what I got, Your Honor.

I got contempt for this court.

You should've stopped him

before with all the Italian shit.

You are now fined 10,000.

Wanna try for 15?

If there are no further questions,

I want to warn the defendants right now

that if they keep up

this raucous behavior,

they will be liable for contempt

charges with heavy fines.

And you defense attorneys will

be liable to contempt as well

for not keeping your

clients under control.

Sidebar, my chambers.

(LOW CHATTER)

Jackie. Jackie.

Jerk off, don't say my

name ever again.

You say my name again,

I'll cut your fucking heart out.

I've done it before.

I'd be thrilled to do it again.

Jackie, what...

...what the fuck do you think

you're doing up there?

What?

I speak my mind.

You can kick his dog,

you can spit in his face,

but the one thing a judge never wants

to hear is criticism about his court.

Fuck him. He ain't the jury.

What the fuck could he do?

Jackie, your ignorance is

second only to your arrogance.

Mr. Klandis, how do you think

Mr. DiNorscio's behavior

is affecting the jury's relationship to

your client and the other defendants?

Your Honor...

Don't say a word, Mr. DiNorscio.

Not a word. Mr. Klandis.

He's clearly a disruptive force.

FINESTEIN: Mr. Kierney.

He undermines the

authority of your court.

And if I may say so, you'd never permit

such behavior from a regular attorney.

(SIGHS)

See any solution?

If he were just a defendant,

you could put him in another room.

They both watch it on TV.

But he's his own lawyer.

Unfortunately, it seems

to me there's no choice.

He has to be severed from

this trial and tried separately.

FINESTEIN: Mr. Klandis?

It's extreme, but I'm not against it.

I have no idea what the

legal consequences would be.

I'll put my clerk to work on it.

All right, we ready for the jury?

Judge.

Yes, Mr. DiNorscio?

Can I talk to you?

I wanna apologize for

my action in court before.

I want you to understand...

...whatever I said,

I meant no disrespect to you.

I respect you more than any other judge

I ever faced. I faced a lot of them.

OK, well, thank you, Mr. DiNorscio.

I was out of line before.

I agree I should be held in contempt.

(KISSING SOUNDS)

All right. Bring in the jury.

Jurors, jurors, will you please take

your seats as quickly as possible?

(GASPING)

What's going on? You all right?

What's the matter?

(OVERLAPPING MURMURS)

I need an opening. Break this up,

here. Come on. EMT.

There you go.

There you go. OK.

I need some room.

I need some room, guys.

Please, give me some room.

Can you breathe?

Watch his head.

Bring him all the way up,

all the way up.

Is he in trouble?

You're gonna be all right, Tommy.

Don't worry. The paramedics are

gonna take care of you.

Nappy, want me to

call your mother?

Nappy. All right. Nappy.

(APPLAUSE, CHEERING)

OK.

There, won't be any test results

before Friday, maybe even Monday.

So let's adjourn until we get...

Your Honor, this trial

is over 11 months old.

We haven't even reached the

halfway mark in our presentation.

Mr. Kierney, I'm not used

to being interrupted.

You are the one who handed in

a witness list of more than 89 people

and you have already introduced

more than 450 exhibits

and I am told there are

hundreds more coming,

so let us not complain

about a lengthy trial.

A defendant is sick

and he is gonna get a fair shake

in my courtroom, understood?

The clerk will notify you about our next

meeting. Have a good night, gentlemen.

Nappy Napoli.

How do you like that?

Boy, oh, boy, time is fleeting.

Time is what?

Fleeting.

Time is fleeting.

What the hell does that mean,

"Time is fleeting"? What's "fleeting"?

Fleeting. It's like fleeing.

Time is fleeing.

But it's in the past tense,

so they say "fleeting".

You're full of shit.

You're an ignorant slob.

You look good.

You got everything you need?

You're OK on money?

Yeah. Stop worrying

about me, Pop. I'm fine.

How's your brother doing?

Good, I guess. I mean, you know,

I don't really see him too much.

I worry about him.

You worry about everything.

Only family.

That's all that matters.

The rest of it's a

fart in a hurricane.

How's your mama doing?

She looks good.

I see her all the time.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Say hello for me.

I don't know, Pop.

I mean, the last time I did that,

she kind of gave me that look

like I should never say it again.

She's tough.

Boy, is she tough.

You know what the two best words

in the English language are?

Things change.

OK. First, about Mr. DiNorscio.

Because he's both a

defendant and an attorney,

I think separating him

out at this point

will make an appeal by the

losing side almost inevitable.

Anyone wanna go

through this again?

No. So he stays.

But I promise you this,

Mr. DiNorscio.

If you are as disruptive

as you have been in the past,

you are out like that. And to

hell with what happens later.

You got me?

Second, trial resumes on Monday.

I've spoken with the doctors.

They feel Mr. Napoli

is fully capable of understanding

the proceedings around him.

Your Honor, he can't even sit up.

Arrange for his hospital bed to

be brought into the courtroom.

Your Honor, he's under

heavy medication.

The doctors are cutting it

way back this weekend.

He falls asleep when I talk to him.

Try to make yourself more interesting.

Now, look, goddamn it.

We're a year in.

This trial is going forward.

Monday, 10:00 a.m.

Hey, there's Tommy Napoli.

(CHATTERING CONTINUES)

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

I'm glad to see youse guys.

All rise.

Nappy Napoli can't rise. Is it

all right if he stays laying down?

(SCATTERED CHUCKLING)

Mr. DiNorscio.

Be seated.

You can see their autos

parked here near the entrance.

There are two Lincolns,

and one, two, three Cadillacs,

as well as other vehicles parked nearby.

We continued our surveillance

until Mr. Mascarpone and Mr. Roma

got in their cars and left...

...nine hours later, at 4:00 a.m.

Agent Petraki, when you arrested

my client, Carlo Mascarpone,

did he resist in any way?

No.

I had a very pleasant conversation

with Mr. Mascarpone.

And what did you talk about?

We discussed political

philosophy and history.

I found out that he was a

great admirer of Machiavelli.

So you discussed Machiavelli.

No discussions of shakedowns,

payoffs or rubouts, correct?

That's correct. But since I once taught

a class in political philosophy,

I thought it ironic that Carlo

Mascarpone was an admirer of Machiavelli

whose major theme was

that "power corrupts,

and absolute power

corrupts absolutely."

I felt that perhaps Mr. Mascarpone

applied Machiavelli's ideas

to his own line of work

as a mob boss.

Your Honor, my next line of

questioning could take some time.

It's so close to lunch, would anybody

object if we took an hour now?

Any objections?

One hour.

Do you see this book?

It's called Bartlett's Familiar Quotations.

Do you know who Lord Acton was?

Lord Acton?

A-C-T-O-N, Acton.

No, sir.

Well, he was English.

He lived from 1834 to 1902.

That's 300 years after Machiavelli.

And it's right here

on page 39, it says:

"Lord Acton is the author

of the quote

"Power corrupts and absolute

power corrupts absolutely."

Not Machiavelli.

(LOW MURMURS)

No further questions, Your Honor.

(JACKIE CLAPS)

FINESTEIN: Mr. DiNorscio?

Mr. Petraki,

you was a college teacher?

Yes.

Now, in those courses

that you taught...

In, what was it, politics?

Machiavelli's a big deal,

am I right? A very big deal.

I mean, we're not talking about

a made guy in the Lucchese family.

No, we are not.

So, my question is...

...how could you make

a mistake like that?

I mean, you're this

educated guy, right?

And a lot of us, most of us,

didn't even get through high school,

except maybe Carlo.

So your testifying here can hurt us.

Do you see what I'm saying?

It was just an honest mistake.

What else was an honest mistake?

You said earlier that

it was a Lincoln.

You said they spent nine hours.

Could that be a Caddy?

Could that be a Mercury?

Could that be a Buick?

You said they spent nine hours.

Maybe they spent three.

Maybe you don't know what the hell

you're talking about, Mr. Petraki.

I prepared him, Sean.

It's my fuckup. I feel like hell.

Don't worry about it. We got Compagna

coming up. He's our clincher.

Here's what happens when

Jackie cross-examines him.

It's guinea versus guinea.

In 30 seconds, Jackie Dee will be

screaming at him. I guarantee it.

And I make my motion

to separate that fuck.

Finestein has to grant it.

He's committed.

Ladies. Gentlemen.

Is this a bad day...

Hiya, Pop.

How you doing?

Well, I'm doing OK.

How's Mom doing?

Some days good,

some bad, you know.

Not to worry, all right?

Not to worry.

I mean...

...it's almost two years

since I've seen her, Pop.

I mean, you think she's ever

gonna come visit me in court?

I wouldn't count on it.

Listen, Jackie...

I'm sorry, you know.

I never wanted this for you.

If it was good enough for you,

it was good enough for me.

You're doing great.

Did you see me?

Did I see you? Every day.

Did you see the people laughing?

You're terrific.

I really mean it. You know,

you could be a TV show.

Three of the jurors

almost fell out of their chairs.

I know it. I know.

You're fantastic.

Mr. McQueen, please

state your occupation.

Undercover agent for the FBI.

And your assignment?

My job was to penetrate

the Mascarpone crew

under the alias name Carl Cassio

to determine the extent

of organized crime control

of the New Jersey seaports.

And how long were you undercover?

For over two years, I was

accepted as one of the boys.

And during those two years, what type

of criminal activities did you observe?

I saw scams, heard discussions

about everything

from stolen cars, stolen bonds,

to bootlegged cigarettes.

There were deals

going on all the time.

Hundreds of thousands

of dollars were involved.

And how was Mr. Calabrese involved?

MCQUEEN: We all knew a piece

of everything we got went to Nick.

Your Honor, objection! Objection!

My client is being pilloried...

no, crucified...

...by nothing but hearsay,

hearsay, hearsay...

If Mr. Novardis will

stop repeating himself...

Oh, please.

...we'll get beyond hearsay.

Go on, Mr. Kierney,

but you better connect the dots or I'll

strike the question and the answer.

Mr. McQueen, how did you know

that Mr. Calabrese got a piece

of everything off the top?

Jackie DiNorscio had introduced

me to his cousin, Tony Compagna.

Compagna had real troubles...

cocaine, booze.

Talked too much,

he earned too little.

I was with him one day

when he delivered over $7,000

to Mr. Calabrese in a paper bag.

And how did you know the amount?

He asked me to count it for him,

'cause he said he was too stoned.

And then what happened?

We went to a restaurant called...

...The Hole in the Wall.

Mr. Calabrese was there

with the Mascarpone brothers

and somebody I didn't know.

He went up to Mr. Calabrese and said,

"Here you are, boss, on account,"

and left the bag on the table.

What happened then?

Calabrese took the money,

opened it, counted it.

And then he said to Tony...

"What the hell kind of bag is this?

The money's all greasy."

And Tony says, "I'm sorry.

I ordered some egg rolls.

They was kinda greasy.

It was the only bag I got."

And Mr. Calabrese says,

"You cocksucker.

You give me greasy money again,

you'll owe me twice as much.

Now get the fuck outta here."

And he starts to laugh.

And then everyone starts to laugh.

Mr. Calabrese blows

the bag up, pops it.

Tony makes-believe he got shot,

slides under the table.

So, by now, everyone's laughing

so hard, they're crying.

But Mr. Calabrese

sure pocketed the money.

Thank you.

Thank you, Mr. McQueen.

NOVARDIS: Would you

read that back, please?

He went up to Mr. Calabrese and he

said, "Here you are, boss, on account."

On account. Isn't it possible

that Mr. Compagna

owed Mr. Calabrese money

and was simply repaying him?

I have no idea.

You didn't answer the question.

Isn't it possible

that Mr. Compagna

owed Mr. Calabrese

that money, yes or no?

OK, yes.

No further questions.

You don't mind if I

call you Carl, do you?

You always called me Carl.

No reason to stop now.

OK, Carl.

Do you carry your gun

on you at all times?

Yes.

You're not gonna shoot me if I ask

you the wrong question, are you?

I assure you, Jackie, the thought of

shooting you never crossed my mind.

Well, that's good.

Just keep your hands on the rail

where I can see them anyway.

Your Honor, we're either in a

serious trial here or we're not.

Mr. DiNorscio must know the

consequences of his behavior by now.

You get him good.

This fuck-head is turning it

into a fucking vaudeville story.

Calm down, Nick.

Mr. DiNorscio, proceed.

Now, you knew my father, right?

Met him 6 years ago. He threatened

me at the New Brunswick courthouse.

Pop, would you stand up?

He's a liar.

A goddamn liar!

(GAVEL RAPS)

No remarks from the spectators.

(ROLLING THUNDER)

Now, you remember when you went to

visit my pop in Lewisburg Penitentiary?

Very well.

My brother Ralph went

with you, right? Correct.

Now, you was going up

to bring up some liquor?

You were gonna sneak it in?

Right.

Now, you knew my brother

was a boozer, right?

Yes. Everyone knew.

Carl...

...you took my brother

to see my father.

You knew he was a

drunk when you left,

and you still went and bought

him more liquor, right?

It was his idea we go get

some liquor for your father.

We stopped, bought some.

He picked up some for himself.

I had no intentions of ever

abusing your brother's problem.

But you're an FBI agent.

You're an FBI agent smuggling

liquor into a federal pen.

Your brother's the

one insisted we go.

He was an alcoholic.

My father lives in a 4-room

apartment with my mother,

four blocks from the cemetery

where my brother was buried.

And you helped kill him, Carl.

I don't believe I played any

part in your brother's death.

I think maybe you

should look at yourself.

Is the sun ever gonna come out?

It’ll burn off, sweetheart.

Don't you worry.

Fucking Jackie got his ass

handed to him yesterday.

First fucking time I found

myself rooting for a fed.

That fucking douchebag's only

gonna leave us hanging. Trust me.

I think you're wrong, Nick.

Who the fuck are you

to think I'm wrong?

I can think you're wrong, Nick.

It's a free country.

Hey, shit for brains,

if it's so fucking free,

how come we're over

a year in the trial,

and they're still holding

our bail money?

You're such a fucking smart guy,

answer me that. Look at this... gin.

Hey, Bellini, how come you

got that nickname "Artist"?

Tell him, Carlo.

You never heard of

the painter Bellini?

He was a great Italian painter,

16th century from Venezia.

Yeah, how do you know

all that shit, Carlo?

What do you think, I wanna be

ignorant all my life like you?

I'm interested in

the great Italians.

He was Italian?

Fuck you, ignoramus.

He was a fag.

Get the fuck outta here.

Nah. He was a fag,

am I right, Carlo?

You're right, Nick.

How'd you know?

My great-grandfather fucked him.

You're something else, Nick.

So, Mr. Kraus, when did you become

a cooperating witness for the FBI?

I got arrested for drugs.

The feds go talk

to my lawyer,

and he comes to me and

he says, "Charley"...

(CLATTERING)

(LOW MURMURS)

What's going on back there?

I'm sorry, Your Honor. Mr. Napoli

seems to have rolled off his bed.

Is he all right? Mr. Napoli?

Mr. Napoli, are you all right?

OK. I'm OK, Your Honor.

What happened?

I fell asleep.

I must have rolled off.

Can we get Mr. Napoli

some coffee?

And can we put up

the side rails on his bed?

Yeah, Mr. DiNorscio?

May I have a sidebar,

Your Honor?

My marshals...

Hey, hey, wait for me, Jackie.

My marshals have been giving

me a hard time for weeks now.

Everybody gets to eat what

they want and not me.

I gotta eat what they bring me.

I ordered... creamy peanut butter,

and they brought me chunky.

Please, Mr. DiNorscio,

this isn't my department.

Take it up at MCC.

Lunch. Hour and a half.

He's facing life and all that stupid

bastard can think about is lunch.

Yeah, lunch on this, counselor.

Tell me, Jackie, which is easier,

jerking off in your cot

or sitting up in your chair?

I like to rub one

out in my chair.

Yeah, I figured.

That's why I had it removed.

You mother...

Jackie, what are you doing?

You cocksucker,

you took my fucking chair?

I'll fucking kill you!

What are you doing?

He took my chair. That's how come...

You're gonna ruin everything.

I can't sleep at night.

OK? You swing at him

in this courthouse, Judge

Finestein will throw you out.

This case is over for you.

Can he do that?

The only way we're gonna

find out is after he's done it.

You wanna risk that?

I'm telling you something, Klandis.

He says another thing to me, I swear

to God, I'm gonna fuckin' crack him.

Jackie, come on now.

You gotta get a hold of yourself.

You're gonna be the only person

who is disbarred without being a

lawyer in the first place, come on.

Di... You're funny.

Let's go get some lunch.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

You like peanut butter?

What, are you starting again?

No, I mean creamy or chunky.

Some people like chunky.

All right. Come on. Yes.

How come you're losing

weight and I'm gaining?

We're working the same case, same

hours. We eat the same lousy food.

Yours goes right through you,

and mine gets stored on my ass.

You nearly got him, Sean.

That's not good enough.

Gotta take him out.

You know what I heard one

of the lady jurors say today?

She said he was cute.

Cute?

What the fuck is wrong

with these people?

Does she have any idea how much

money these bastards cost her?

If a hammer and a nail

are used to her house,

her daughter's apartment,

every fucking thing is costing her more

because of these cute guys.

She sees a truck carrying concrete,

she's paying for it.

Garbage being picked up at a

restaurant, she's paying for it.

She buys perfume from France,

gloves from Italy,

she's paying more because

it came off a fucking boat.

Not to mention, that they fucking

kill people from time to time.

He's nervous.

Compagna's coming up.

And was it in November,

Agent Brandon,

that your team planted bugs

in that establishment?

Yes.

Play the tape, please.

(TAPE RECORDER CLICKS ON)

Sometimes you guys amuse me.

Mr. Kierney, hold on.

(TAPE RECORDER CLICKS OFF)

The court will take

a temporary recess.

Mr. DiNorscio, I'd like to

see you in my chambers.

(KNOCKING)

Yeah, come in.

Hey, Jackie.

You hungry?

No, I'm fine.

Come. Sit, please.

You're sure? I could

order out something.

I'm OK, Judge.

How about a...drink?

No, Judge.

(SIGHS)

Jackie, your...

...your mother.

My mother? What

about my mother, Judge?

Jackie, I've just been informed

that your mother passed

away early this...

I'm sor...

Jackie, I'm so sorry, Jackie.

No, no, please, Judge.

Jackie, is there anything I can do?

I'd like to go to the funeral.

I can't. I... Jackie, I can't do that.

I don't have the power to

release you to attend the funeral.

Look, Jackie, you're the prisoner

of another jurisdiction.

They have to authorize it.

I'll tell you what. I'll call Judge

Diamond. I'll see what I can do.

It's too late.

Jackie, you got a visitor.

Yo, shut your traps

and keep walking.

Where we going?

No smoking here, ma'am.

Hiya, Bella.

Hiya.

I'm sorry, Jackie, but I

heard about your mama.

Who'd you hear from?

Your sister called.

The funeral's on Friday.

She wants me to come.

Your mother and I,

we liked each other.

Yeah.

Well... you want me to bring

you something? Your blue suit?

They're not gonna let me go.

They,... The judge said that

he couldn't let me out for the day.

Well, how can they do that?

She's your mother.

That's what I said.

You got a pencil or a pen or something?

I wanna stab somebody.

So help me God, if I did,

I'd give it to you,

but they strip-searched me

before I came in here.

They what?

They strip-searched you?

Yeah. Don't... It was a...

Those sons of... No! It was

a woman. Yes, a woman guard.

That's it. A woman guard did it.

At least I think it was a woman.

She had long hair and a big ass.

Christ, Bella, what

I put you through.

Your my wife, for Christ's sake.

Was your wife.

That's right. I forgot. Is there

anyone I haven't fucked over?

Not that I know of.

I can't believe you

came to see me.

Why, after all I've done to you?

You did a lot of bad things.

But you did some good things too.

Like what?

You were good in the sack.

So were you.

Yeah? So why did you need

all those fucking whores for?

Come on. You're

gonna start now, Bella?

What, I wasn't enough?

Did I ever turn you down?

Did I ever not give you

what you wanted?

Even if it made me feel

shitty afterwards.

Bella, I'm a man. That's

what men are supposed...

Fuck you!

That's what the DiNorscio men do.

I bet you couldn't even get it up if it

was just the two of us missionary style.

More, more broads,

more coke, more money.

More! Well, now you

got more days in jail

than the rest of your fucking life

and you can't even get one of them

back to bury your fucking mother.

(GASPING BREATHS)

No matter what I was doing,

I always loved you, Bella.

Yeah, well, it's too bad your

fucking cock didn't know it.

Well, it sort of has

a life of its own.

Come on, Bella.

What the fuck we fighting about?

We're fighting about fucking.

Time is fleeting, Bella.

Who knows?

Maybe I'm next in line.

Not you.

God left you a long time ago,

and the devil is scared of you.

He should be.

But you was never

scared of me.

No, I never was.

That's why I liked you,

even when we was kids.

There was nothing

that ever scared you.

Nothing.

(UNZIPS ZIPPER)

Oh, my God.

Time's up.

What, were you watching?

Let's go.

All right, give me...

Jackie, Jackie.

I got it. Let's go.

Come on.

Easy, Jackie.

Move your ass. I got him.

Come on, Jackie.

Keep it nice.

You want me to come back

and finish the job, lady?

So, why this meeting, Sean?

Your Honor, Ben...

...obviously after 19 months,

I feel we've made a good case.

And after Compagna testifies

next week, I think we're home.

Despite that, I wanna offer a deal.

Not because I think

we're weak, I don't.

But we never know

what a jury will do.

My heart and soul are in this case.

I don't wanna risk one

of these guys walking.

I'd rather offer less of a sentence

now than risk any of them walking.

I'm listening.

OK, all your guys plead guilty.

20 for Nick and the

Mascarpone brothers.

They're the ones I really want.

Seven and a half to 10 for

everybody else, except for Jackie.

For him, five to run concurrent

with his present sentence.

And a contract for a new

late-night show at ABC.

That's as funny as

the rest of your offer.

Ben, are you laughing

at him or with him?

How do you mean?

If you're laughing at him,

you're turning him down.

If you're laughing with him,

you're negotiating.

Let me talk to the guys.

So, that's their proposition.

NOVARDIS: That's good news

you're bringing, Ben.

How do you mean?

Well, you don't get an offer

if they think they made their case.

It's as simple as that.

That's usually the way it works,

but we got a big question mark here.

Your fucking cousin, Jackie,

how is he gonna testify?

Is he gonna cry? Is he

gonna break their hearts?

It doesn't matter how he'll

testify. I'll destroy him.

Like you destroyed McQueen?

Come on, Jackie, everybody.

Please, leave your egos out of this.

It's a serious offer.

Go ahead, Frank.

There are 20 lawyers in this room

with what, over 300 years of experience?

Can one of you say

he hasn't been stunned?

Stunned? Hell, knocked

cockeyed with surprise

at a verdict by a jury,

raise your hand.

How would you vote, Frank?

My client is a sick guy falling

out of bed at his own trial.

Seven and a half to 10.

Could be out in four if he doesn't

get out sooner for medical reasons.

I can't see how we can turn

it down. Now, hold on, Frank.

My client, Ben's client,

they're facing three times that.

Granted. It's tougher,

but let's be honest.

They're facing life

if they go down.

OK, everybody, we'll sleep on it.

We'll meet here tomorrow at 8:00 a.m.,

and the defendants will vote.

Let me just say one thing.

I think we all need to

be unanimous on this.

If some take it, it practically

screams the other guys are guilty.

So, united, OK?

Agreed.

Can I say something?

For me, it's easy. I still got

a long time on my old sentence.

God knows I love you guys.

I wouldn't do nothing to hurt youse.

Stop with the love shit, Jackie.

Just say your piece.

When I got indicted on this...

Geez, what is it, Ben,

3 years ago?

...they offered me a deal.

I said no, naturally.

Then, while I'm out on

bail on the RICO charge,

they pick me up again

on the dope charge,

the one I'm doing time on now.

Now, I'm not a jerk-off.

I know what the hell they're doing.

They're using the second case so they

can pressure me on the first, right?

So now I'm serving my 30.

This trial finally gets here...

...and they offer me another deal.

This time they've got

shrimp cocktail.

They got steaks.

They got wines.

I tell Mr. Kierney

to go fuck yourself.

Now, most of you gumps

get to go home every night.

You got hot meals

waiting for you.

You got some warm

pussy waiting for you.

That is, if your wife's

out of town.

Not me.

I go back to the Manhattan

Correctional every day.

The meals ain't that great.

And my only pussy is

my right hand.

And I'm still saying...

...Jackie Dee don't rat.

Jackie Dee won't ever rat.

I was raised with a different kind

of loyalty. You know what I mean.

I vote no.

I also vote no.

I vote no.

(SPEAKS ITALIAN) No.

I vote no, gooms.

I vote no, Jackie.

I vote no.

Me too, no.

My vote is no.

I have to agree with Jackie.

Fuck 'em.

Fuck 'em. I vote no.

No.

I vote no, Nick.

No.

Done. That's it.

Done deal.

It's agreed.

Yeah, done.

I guess the answer is no.

Compagna's phone tapes don't

show any calls from Jackie.

And the prison phone log doesn't

show Jackie calling Compagna.

Sean, you're worrying needlessly.

You know why I've won

every case I've been on?

Because I worry needlessly.

What if those two guineas have

conspired to fuck us on Monday?

We can't risk it.

Do you understand?

Sean, we've checked everything.

What about his jail cell?

I want it stripped down. I want

every piece of paper that exists.

Turn that fucking

place upside down.

If they've had contact,

I have to know it.

This is the whole ball game.

(KEYS JINGLING)

(CELL UNLOCKS, DOOR SLIDING)

Take off the sweats.

Strip search.

What? Strip search?

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

Get up. Help me here.

Open 'em up.

You want some of this?

Here. I'll help you out.

Here it comes, big guy.

Ready? Here it comes.

Jesus, Jesse, he has to be in court on

Monday. I hope he can walk by then.

Look at his face. What's

the judge gonna say?

Jackie knows the rules. Right, Jackie?

What happened to you?

I fell.

See?

My apologies to the court.

I thought everybody

loved you, Jackie.

FINESTEIN: Mr. Kierney.

The prosecution calls Anthony

Compagna to the stand.

Do you solemnly

swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth, and nothing

but the truth, so help you God?

I do.

Mr. Compagna...

...did there come a time when

you made contact with the FBI?

Yes.

And at such time

did you agree to become

a cooperating witness?

Yeah, I did.

Why? Because I feared for my life.

And why did you

fear for your life?

Because I shot one of the

defendants, Jackie DiNorscio.

And what is your relationship

to Mr. DiNorscio?

Cousin.

We grew up together.

And what was it about the shooting

that made you fear for your life?

Well, 'cause I missed.

And are you familiar with

the defendants Gino Mascarpone

and Nick Calabrese?

Yeah.

Yeah, it went like this.

I worked for Jackie handling

the numbers and drugs.

And Jackie reported to Gino.

And Calabrese was boss of it all.

Are you familiar with any

of the other defendants?

Yeah. Every one of these guys

were in different rackets together.

Objection.

Objection!

FINESTEIN: Overruled.

Then, Mr. Compagna,

if you were involved in crimes

with your cousin and

the other defendants,

why did you shoot Jackie DiNorscio?

Well, you see, I was in

the gem business with Jackie.

We used to get suckers to

invest in colored gemstones

and when they went

to sell them,

they found out they

weren't worth all that much.

We was doing good.

Jackie was the closest person

in the world to me at that point.

And what changed all that?

Jackie started stealing

from the company.

Little by little, the business went

downhill. Finally it went bust.

I was without a job.

Pretty soon out of money.

Jackie had other businesses going.

He could have got me work that way.

I turned to him for help.

He won't even help me.

He won't even talk to me.

So, one morning,

I headed for Jackie's house.

I was mad at Jackie.

I was... I was desperate.

Can you describe what

happened next?

I went into his room...

I wasn't even thinking...

I ran into his room

and I shot him.

I was scared. I ran out.

And then what happened?

I was picked up by the

cops a couple days later.

When they charged me

with attempted murder,

that's when I knew

Jackie was still alive.

I was scared.

And then what?

A detective comes in and

he says, "OK, you can go."

Jackie just signed a

statement says

you didn't got nothing

to do with the shooting.

So that's when I knew.

Knew what, Mr. Compagna?

The boys didn't want

me in jail at all.

Jackie wanted me

back out on the street

so they could deal with

me in their own way.

So that's when I went to the

FBI and agreed to cooperate.

Thank you, Mr. Compagna.

Your witness.

Mr. Compagna, isn't it true that

you had undergone psychiatric

and electric shock

treatment even before

agreeing to cooperate

with the government?

Yeah, I had some treatment.

So what?

And during this period that you

allege you observed these men

involved in racketeering

and other crimes,

you were under the

influence of heroin?

I took heroin sometimes.

And cocaine.

Yeah.

Marijuana? Quaaludes?

Sometimes.

And methadone?

Shall I take your silence

as a yes answer?

I'll tell you what we'll do.

I'll call them off and you

tell me when I'm wrong.

Valium. Dilaudid.

Doriden. Darvocet.

Seconal. Percodan.

Percocet. Librium.

I was having a tough

time then, all right?

I took whatever I could

to make it through the day.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Mr. DiNorscio... you wanna

tell me what happened?

I fell.

Coz, could you repeat

what you told Mr. Kierney

when he asked you to

describe our relationship?

I said you were the closest

person in the world to me.

Do you always shoot those

that are close to you?

Mr. Klandis asked you about

all those drugs you took.

And I wanna know,

are you on any now?

No.

The reason I'm asking

is I wanna make sure that

you're not blocking anything out

while you're testifying.

No, I ain't.

I told everything I know.

Then tell me something.

Why'd you say I stole

from our business?

'Cause it was obvious that you did.

You know that these prosecutors went

to everybody else at that company

and you were the only one

that said that I stole?

I don't know about that.

You're blocking, Tony.

You testified that you were mad at me.

Why would you be mad at me?

You... 'Cause you... you would

give money to everybody else.

What did I tell you?

But not me.

You gave money to your friends,

your broads, your dealers,

anybody, but not me.

Tony, what did I tell you?

I stopped giving you money 'cause

you were using it just to go out

and buy more drugs, right?

Look at me, Tony.

Why aren't you looking

at me, Tony?

Remember when we were kids?

Remember all our lives?

Whenever we lied to each other,

we couldn't face each other.

That's when we knew we were lying,

just like you're doing now.

Objection!

Questions.

Just ask questions, Mr. DiNorscio.

When your mother died, Tony...

...do you know who

paid for her funeral?

The insurance.

I did.

Ask your sister.

She's sitting right there.

If you did pay for her

funeral, thank you.

Tell me something.

After you shot me...

...did I go running to the cops?

No, I didn't.

Why'd you go run to the FBI?

TONY: I told you, I feared

for my life.

Now, Tony, isn't it true that once

you ran to the government,

you were able to get all

the drugs that you wanted?

Objection.

Overruled.

I needed... I needed treatment.

They were willing to help me.

Help you?

The government didn't help you.

The government gave you anything

you wanted as long as you helped them...

...put men you've known

your whole life in jail.

Ain't that right?

Ain't it?

They said if I wanted protection

that I had to testify against everybody.

Remember that day

that you shot me?

There was someone else

in that house, wasn't there?

No.

You're blocking again, Tony.

Wasn't my daughter in that house?

Not some stranger,

but your own blood?

So? You were the only one

I had anything against.

What did I say to you

when you shot me?

I don't remember.

Tell 'em.

I told you I don't remember.

You can't say it, can you?

You don't remember me

saying, "My God...

...why are you doing this

to me, Coz? I love you"?

You remember that. You just

couldn't say it, could you?

Remember what you did to

me after I said I loved you?

You shot me 3 more times.

Tony, look at me.

Tony.

You hurt me bad.

I thought I was gonna die.

I'm so... I'm sorry I shot you.

Are you sorry you shot me or

are you sorry you didn't kill me?

Both.

Let me ask you one

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