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[Playingjazz]

Bye.

Bendix. Can I help you?

Yes. We need Mr. Ludwig's car right away.

Excuse me.

How you doing?

Welcome to New York.

Ha ha ha!

[Wolf whistle]

Somebody call for a plumber?

Huh?

Somebody need their pipes cleaned?

Room 1223.

Thanks.

[Intercom] 5he's here.

You believe this stool pigeon gets a broad,

and we can't even order room service?

Hey, he's our star witness.

Graham says give him everything he wants.

Yo, Limp)!-

Your damsel awaits.

I look okay?

She's a hooker, Limpy.

You could look like a homemade turd.

Wise guy-

Ooh, big man.

[Knock On Door]

Get her, rookie.

Somebody need the bed turned down?

You're the client, right?

I'd recognize that Sing Sing sunburn anywhere.

Come on, sweetheart.

Let's go somewhere where we can talk.

Hey, baby, I'm with you.

You do cops, baby?

You guys?

You guys c0uldn't afford a handshake.

Mmm.

I get champagne, honey.

Yeah.

Dom, uh, Per-Per...

DP.

Right.

Oh, baby.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yes.

Oh, shake it.

That's it.

Yeah, shake it.

Come on. Shake it.

[Knock On Door]

The door, rookie. The door.

Room service.

[Laughing]

Oh, yeah, baby. Come on.

Here you go, my man.

Don't say Uncle Sam never did nothing for you.

Thanks.

Have a nice evening, gentlemen.

Aah!

Aah!

No!

Teddy!

No! Teddy!

Hey.

Teddy.

Relax.

Rusty ain't mad.

What?

But we can't let you talk. Okay?

Let's get you out of here.

You ain't gonna kill me.

No, man. We ain't gonna kill him.

Put your clothes on.

Oh, thanks, Teddy. Thanks, Teddy.

Thanks.

Aah!

Uh!

Who says acupuncture don't work?

[Sirens Approach]

Robbie.

Dominic Hawkins is continuing his coverage...

What, Mom?

Bring your homework in so I can check it.

Reminiscent of the gangland hits of the thirties.

Gunmen killed four police officers

and an unidentified man at the Hotel Powell.

There's not much to check, Mom.

The dead man was a surprise witness.

Put your shoes on, sweetheart.

We'll do it on the bus.

How about them four cops getting killed last night?

Lila the baby-sitter will be bringing Robbie home from school

the next couple of weeks.

Make sure she has the key.

You'll be working late, Valerie?

I'll be on jury duty.

Jury duty?

All you have to do is concentrate.

If3 and 3 is 6, then-

Mom, how come there are 12 people on ajury?

Good question.

Um, 12 apostles, maybe.

I thought when cops arrested somebody,

they just went to jail.

No. The police get somebody they think is guilty.

Then there's a trial,

and sometimes the jury decides they were wrong.

Cops don't make mistakes, Mom.

Well, it's not really a mistake.

They let the jury decide.

You don't know about police stuff.

Why are you on the jury?

Young man, it's my painful duty

to say these dirty words--

You'll understand this when you grow up.

Oh, Robbie, I don't know what I'd do without you.

Mom, don't embarrass me.

Oh, brother.

For God's sake, don't let him see that.

Come on.

Where were you?

Getting our stories straight.

Okay, let's see how you did.

John.

Uh, yeah.

Well, we got a hooker for Limpy.

You said give him anything he wanted.

Anyway, they grabbed our girl before she came in.

The cops found her in a dumpster.

It was pretty slick.

I'm not interested in their brilliant fucking strategy.

Nobody was supposed to know we had this guy.

Dan, we were seen in Sing Sing talking to Limpy.

The state police pulled him out of jail,

then we move him and four cops into a big hotel.

We weren't exactly inconspicuous.

We better request a postponement.

Sure, we'll just say to the judge,

“Your Honor, keep this man under indictment

until we find another witness.”

Ever hear ofdue process, asshole?

We've got a ton of physical evidence,

27 expert witnesses.

Can't bore the jury with a lot of forensics, Chris.

We need someone to say,

“I saw Rusty Pirone kill 11 people.“

I couldn't ask for a postponement if I wanted to.

I don't have to remind you

this is the biggest prosecution ever pushed out of this office.

Big media from the day we busted him.

Do you have to l.D. Limpy right away, Stanley?

The media's going to want to know who he was, Dan.

I can tap dance around it, put a reverse spin on it.

Any other parole people we can squeeze?

We grabbed the four guys from the hit team originally.

Thejenko brothers disappeared before they came to trial.

Limpy we know about, and johnny Red's a lost cause.

You mean johnny Verona?

Yeah.

He's Rusty's uncle.

He broke him into the rackets.

He told us there was no deal from thejump.

Even after we hit him with a 50-year shot,

he w0uldn't crack.

He's an old-style wise guy, Dan.

We'll never turn him.

Get this on straight.

We haven't got enough.

We'll use what we got.

The match is on, boys.

They're going to sell out today.

All my sports fans.

How you doing?

Spell my name right this time, will you?

I'll give you the authorized version. Mickey!

Look at them laughing.

They kill Limpy and think they're home free.

Darling, I'll win this for you.

Let's go.

There he is.

Mr. Graham.

How you doing, Rusty?

You okay?

I'm in control today, thanks.

I had a nice breakfast--

couple eggs, Canadian bacon,

Biscayne Diner.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I know it.

Jeez, I forgot. There's another Brooklyn boy here

who made good.

All rise.

[Belch]

Air working?

Full blast, Your Honor.

Yeah.

Be seated.

Everybody's here, I assume.

So let's proceed with the voir dire.

[Belch]

Okay, listen up, people. I'm only saying this once.

You'll be reimbursed for subway fare only.

No cabs, car services, minibuses, rickshaws-

subway fare only.

You will be paid $40 a day

while you're sitting.

If you don't get your money,

complain to the cashier at the United States Attorney's Office.

Do not come crying to me.

Oh, my God! It's Rusty Pirone.

This must be the big murder trial I've been reading about.

Look at that suit.

I don't want to talk about it in front of this mama.

What do you think, Susan?

The ladies are all a-twitter.

They love him.

Women do not respond to this guy.

My advice, load up on women.

They'll hang him.

Women.

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

My name is Daniel Graham.

I'm the prosecutor in the case

of the United States of America vs. Pirone.

This is my co-counsel Eleanor Lyons.

Defense counsel will be Leo Greco.

Both sides havejury consultants,

Mr. Petrie and Miss Fine.

Ladies and gentlemen, the defendant is charged

with controlling and continuing criminal enterprise.

He is charged with conspiracy

to commit murder and assault

with a deadly weapon.

The government will prove

that Mr. Pirone formed an assassination team

from within the Scuddudo crime family

to eliminate enemies, government informants,

and police officers.

And that Mr. Pirone personally participated

in the murder 0f11 people

over a period of three years.

We will begin the questioning

with Mr. Lawrence Bennett, Your Honor.

[Snoring]

Next juror, Valerie Alston.

Here.

Good afternoon, Miss Alston.

Can you tell us what it is you do for a living?

I own an antique clothing store downtown.

You married?

Divorced.

You have any children?

I have one son.

Being on a 'NW

in a major organized crime prosecution like this

could represent a considerable inconvenience to you.

Yes, it could.

But you're willing to do it anyway.

I guess it's my duty.

Do you know the defendant or anybody connected with him?

No.

She's perfect.

Like putty in our hands.

We accept Miss Alston, Your Honor.

We applaud Miss Alst0n's sense of civic duty, Your Honor.

Defense welcomes her to this jury.

Nextjuronjane Lyle.

I'm back.

Hi, boss.

That's it? You're finished?

They chose me.

What an honor.

I'm going to do it.

You're crazy.

You a single parent.

You have a business. They let you out.

It's a duty, you understand?

You don't get out. You do it.

I distinctly remember you being on ajury, Dad.

Yeah, that's right, honey.

That was a big case, too.

Some guy stole a backhoe from Hannah's farm.

Yeah, well, the principles the same.

Well, I'm sure, but I had your mother.

I wasn't a single girl trying to survive in thatjungle.

Come on. It's not that bad.

3 and 1 to Moss.

Timlin is shut down tonight.

There's hot Willie Williams just called up from Syracuse.

3-1 to Moss, and he's aboard.

A base on balls, the first issued by juan Guzman

with two in the second inning.

Ah, it's a boring fucking game.

I'm gonna take a leak.

You people have been chosen to decide the fate

of a fellow human being,

and you must bear in mind

that he comes into this courtroom an innocent man,

as innocent as any of you.

The government will offer you audio tapes

that you cannot understand.

Videotapes of old friends

shaking hands on the street.

Since when is that a federal offense?

If you let Mr. Graham convince you--

If you let Mr. Graham convince you

a lifelong friendship is a crime,

you will be abetting him in a grave miscarriage of justice.

Your Honor, I protest this obvious and deliberate distraction

that has been engineered by the government.

Mr. Graham, do you have an explanation for this intrusion?

Bad timing, Your Honor.

I apologize to the jury

and to Mr. Greco.

Ladies and gentlemen,

a man's life is at stake,

and the government indulges in cheap theatrics.

Thanks.

How do they expect us

not to talk about the case?

It'll be easy for me. He's obviously guilty.

He's guilty of a lot of things.

We have to decide if he's done what the government says.

It comes to $7.50 including a 15% tip.

If one of us pays with a credit card,

we'll have a nice deduction.

Sounds good. I'll start it.

Check out Mr. Duffy.

Our steadfast foreman.

Here you go, pal.

Valerie Alston.

Thanks.

Murderer drives a small, sharp instrument-

usually an ice pick, into the base of the victim's neck.

It's an odd method of execution,

yet it seems that it would require more skill

than just blowing the victim's brains out.

It's very efficient. It severs the spinal cord.

It's quiet, and there's little blood.

It leaves a signature, doesn't it, Detective Gray?

Oh,yeah, it's unique.

Murder, Inc. used it in the thirties.

It also sends a message, does it not?

Yes.

So it could be used by organized crime

to let its enemies know they were-

Objection.

Calls for a conclusion.

Sustained.

You know better than that, Mr. Graham.

I apologize, Your Honor.

I'll rephrase the question.

Oh, here's a beauty.

Take a look at this one,john.

Oh, wow. This is the headline in the Post.

I can see it now. “The gay godfather.“

You deliberately intruded on Mr. Ver0na's privacy.

Those cameras were placed in the bathroom

to identify drug traffickers in the prison.

We did not target or abuse Mr. Verona in any way.

You release those photos,

you'll be ruined professionally.

Probably. But if I don't put Rusty injail,

I'm going to be laughed out of this town,

which is worse for a proud guy like me.

You can understand that, can't you,john?

Yeah, I can.

Sure you can, 'cause you got pride, too.

You're a man of honor, a moral man.

I have five kids,

three grandchildren.

The youngest one's studying for the priesthood.

This'll kill them.

I know,john.

I hate to put you between a rock and a hard place,

but you decide- do you testify or don't you?

Either way, I'm a loser.

Let me put a different spin on it for you.

You got to choose to repent.

You got to seek redemption through confession.

You must've killed a lot of guys to get it.

You got a lot of blood on your hands.

This is a way of wiping it clean.

And if I don't?

Then every paper, every TV station in the country

gets a copy of these photos.

It's a funny world we live in,john.

They'll forgive you for being a murderer,

but once they find out you're amsissy,

they will never ever let you live it down.

So try to be here 15 minutes early.

Folks-Folks, remember,

we mustn't discuss the case at home.

We have to forget everything we've heard.

Yes, Mr. Duffy.

That shouldn't be hard for Duffy.

Did you see him at lunch?

Maybe he uses martinis as a memory aid.

Share a cab?

I'm in Brooklyn Heights.

I'm on the Westside.

Oh, I'm crushed.

I'm Valerie.

Night, Paul.

See you tomorrow.

You know my name.

I'm miraculously restored.

Well, I'm off for another adventure on the subway.

Good luck.

See you tomorrow.

Taxi!

[Horn Honks]

[Whistle]

Thanks.

My pleasure.

Have a nice trip.

Hey, Tommy.

Tommy!

Look at him.

Living in a dream world.

Will you wake up, you fucking lush?

Phillie!

You can't muscle Tommy Vesey, Phillie.

He just ain't scared of us.

What's to be scared? All you can do is kill me.

You need me around, Rusty.

All this twerp's good for is tasting your coffee.

You piece of shit.

Phillie. Phillie, please.

You're a big-time cop, Tommy.

How do you think they turned my unclejohn?

There's no mystery.

Either they got something on him or they made a deal.

There is no deal.

They'd have to tell us.

Then they got something on him.

I know this man all my life. There's nothing.

Then they made a deal.

But he's family, Tommy.

Why?

Why would he betray me?

Everybody knows

that the wise guys always make the biggest rats.

Do they?

Well, this wise guy owns you,

and I bought you cheap a longtime ago.

I lifted up your badge, Tommy.

You know what I found?

I found a bum... for hire.

I checked out yourjurors.

Yeah?

We're all ears.

In my humble opinion, they can't be fixed.

Nobody's got any guilty secrets.

No blackmail, huh?

Any of them need money?

Everybody needs money, but...

you don't want some retired mailman

buying a Ferrari all of a sudden.

We can't bribe them, we got to go to plan B.

This is where I came in.

You sit down. You know what I'm thinking?

The money I pay you,

you could afford to be a co-conspirator.

And you go to plan B.

Wise guy-

Mr. Bonner, you say

you were in Limpy DeMarcds crew.

That means he was your boss.

The crew boss, not the big boss.

Did he ever tell you who the big boss was?

He didn't have to. We knew.

And the big boss was?

Rusty Phone.

Objection. Witness had no personal knowledge.

Mr. Bonner, did Limpy DeMarco ever say

who the big boss was?

Rusty Phone.

You folks got one hour for lunch.

There's a great dim sum-

I'll grab a sandwich across the street.

The guy in the third row is his bodyguard.

Robbie's got to be at soccer practice at 2:15.

Fridays we get out at 3:00--

You've got an hour for lunch.

Okay. Got to go. Bye.

Don't go all the way down.

Here you go. Go! Go!

I'm free!

Spread it out, fellas. Spread it out!

Up the side!

Bobby, kick it!

You're looking for a little dark-haired kid

in yellow shorts?

Take a ride with me. Let's talk about Robbie.

Who are you?

Get in the car.

No! That's not the way.

On the floor.

Come on.

Where's my son?

Robbie is fine.

Where's my son?

“Where's my son? Where's my son?“

[Laughing]

Shut up!

I told you, Robbie is fine.

Nothing's going to happen to him

as long as you trust me.

What do you want?

I got a message for you from Rusty Pirone.

He wants you to know he's innocent.

The government is involved in a multimillion-dollar conspiracy

to set him up.

He wants you to help him vindicate himself.

How can I do that?

All you have to do is vote to acquit him.

That is all he asks.

Don't listen to that phony evidence Graham throws at you.

My one vote can't get him off.

It can hang the jury.

It can help us win one battle

in a long war against Graham and his lies.

This is crazy.

I can't do this!

You've got no choice.

You've got to vote to acquit him.

You've got to keep your mouth shut.

You can't go to the cops.

Ask me why, Valerie.

Why?

Because they can't help you.

So they throw another charge on Pirone's list.

What's it gonna mean?

He's up for murder. The cops protect you.

With these mutts on your case, it won't matter.

They will wait... until the cops go away.

4, 5, 10 years.

And then-

They'll kill me.

Not right away.

We'll let you live long enough

to watch your son die.

Then we'll kill you.

Yeah. You can't hide, baby.

Look atjFK.

There is only one person who can guarantee your life,

and that is me.

If you vote to acquit,

I'll keep you both alive, my word of honor.

Do it the easy way.

Yeah.

The Vesey way.

[Robbie] Teddy! Over here!

Yeah! Come on.

Valerie, look. Look. You see?

He's just fine, Valerie.

Let me go to my son. Please.

Please!

No.

Not like that.

Not crying-

You got to be Mom as usual,

ajuror as usual,

everything the way it was

before I came into your life.

You think you can do that?

Yes.

Show me, Valerie.

My turn.

Give me the ball!

There's your mom.

Robbie!

MQm!

Hey, Mom! You got to see these tricks Teddy can do!

It's no big deal, you know?

You're really good, Teddy.

I got to go. Maybe I'll come help you practice again.

Yeah!

See you, Teddy!

Yeah.

Any time you need a lift, Valerie...

just call.

Yeah.

Thanks. Bye.

Bye!

[Ring]

Guess who.

What do you want from me?

I want you to relax.

After what you put me through?

You're no good to yourself or me

if you freak out.

Look...l can fix this for you,

but you're going to have to do everything I say.

You're gonna have to trust me.

You think you can do that?

I have no choice.

That's an honest answer.

Force yourself to eat.

Take a couple aspirin and get some sleep.

Stay calm. Stay focused.

I'll get you through this, I promise.

So...that chick turns you on.

That lady... is in ajackpot.

I'm just looking to give her a boost.

How about me?

I don't see you giving me no midnight pep talks.

You're a mutt, Wanda.

You don't need me.

You just need another drink.

Richie!

Admit it, Vesey.

That chick turns you on.

Stay calm.

Stay focused.

As the govemmenfs star witness, Limpy DeMarco

was kept under tight security,

but a hit team working with military precision

murdered him and his heavily armed bodyguards

and then disappeared without a trace...

[Laughing]

Look who's here. Look who's here!

Ah ha ha ha!

All right. All right!

Grandpa!

Hey, now. What have we got here?

Is it the big guy?

Sure this won't be an inconvenience?

Are you kidding? Look at the boy, honey.

Look how much fun he's having.

He and I are going to have us a grand time

the next couple of weeks.

I talked to Dorothy Pierce at the school.

There's no problem.

A shame he'll have to miss Cub Scouts.

No, he won't. We got a den up here.

You know those kids he made friends with last summer?

In a couple of weeks, he won't want to come home.

Now, come on. Sit down.

Have something to eat.

[Robbie] Here.

Bring it back to me, Amber!

Come on, Valerie.

Eat your breakfast before it gets cold.

Dad.

72...73...

I do 100 of these every day.

My boyfriend does them paratrooper style,

one hand behind his back.

Is he on steroids or something?

It's been statistically proven that more people

have heart attacks on Monday.

Let's all go to work on Tuesday.

Coffee... milk, no sugar.

I notice these things.

Thanks.

You look like you had a relaxing weekend.

Quiet.

You're currently sewing a life sentence

at Attica Prison, are you not, Mr. Bonner?

Yeah.

What for?

Parking in front of a fire pump.

[Spectators Laughing]

Answer the question, Mr. Bonner.

Why else would I be doing life?

Murder.

Murder.

Isn't it true that thejustice Department

has offered you a deal

in exchange for your testimony?

They said they would recommend favorable consideration.

“Favorable consideration,“

to a man convicted of murdering four people.

They going to give you a pardon,

Mr. Bonner?

They didn't say.

Money?

A new identity?

AjOb?

A chance to murder a few more people

under government auspices?

Objection. That's a cheap shot,

even for Mr. Greco.

Thejury will disregard the question.

Proceed, Mr. Greco.

Did Rusty Pirone ever pay you to kill anybody?

Not in person.

Isn't it true that you never even laid eyes

on Rusty Phone before today,

that you'rejust trying to wangle a deal

with thejustice Department to save your skin?

Isn't it true that you'rejust a wanna-be wise guy?

Objection, Your Honor.

Counsel is badgering the witness.

I'm just trying to get to the truth.

Answer the question, Mr. Bonner.

What question? I don't remember what the question was!

[Laughter]

Did Rusty Pirone pay you after you murdered these men?

No.

Who did?

You gonna hang this on Limpy, Rusty?

Who paid you, Bonner?

Limpy loved you, Rusty.

In Limpy's eyes, Jesus Christ was an empty suit

next to you.

Answer the question!

What do you give him for standing up?

An ice pick in the neck!

Sit down, Bonner.

I'm glad I'm doing this, Rusty!

Order in the court!

Get off!

Order!

I don't give a fuck what happens to me!

I want to show the world what a dirtbag you are!

Yeah! You! You!

Order!

Order!

Get this man out of here!

You suck!

Get him out of here. He's dismissed.

[Bonner Yelling]

Did you see the look on Pirone's face?

Not a blink of his eye. He could careless.

Mr. Bonner better get a facelift

and a ticket to the moon.

I love the way Graham looks at us,

like we're sharing this major secret.

He makes a crushing point, in my opinion.

Who else would've wanted these people killed?

He's a total hunk.

I betcha he runs for governor or something.

This case will help.

Didn't they tell us not to discuss the case?

Come on, Valerie. It's patently obvious that-

The man is innocent until proven guilty.

It's patently obvious we are disregarding that fact.

You're right, Mrs. Alston.

We shouldn't be discussing the case

until all the facts are heard.

We're back, folks.

Jane.

A leader is born.

No, thanks.

Jane!

Jane!

Listen, I...

I can be a smug, self-righteous little bitch sometimes.

Sounds like something your ex-husband told you.

Besides, you're right.

Everybody knows my tongue outruns my brain.

That sounds like something your ex told you.

It was my mother, actually.

Hey, Mr. Graham.

So...

how did I do, Mr. Graham?

You did, um,

you did great.

Maybe we'll get him a new identity in Hollywood.

Think so?

Valerie!

This came for you.

Thanks, Yummy.

Robbie.

Robbie!

[Telephone Rings]

[Ring]

[Ring]

[Ring]

You're giving me a lot of heartache, Valerie.

I just wanted to make sure my son was safe.

There's such a thing as being too safe.

I don't understand that! I don't understand anything you say!

Listen to the teacher.

The boy's our edge, see.

If we know where he is, we know where you are.

If he gets out from under our thumb,

we got no gun to your head,

so everybody gets killed- you, your son, your old man.

Work with us, Valerie.

You can't get away. Stop trying.

[Dial Tone]

Mr. Verona, can you tell us how you dealt with Maxie Henning?

He was, uh, shylocking.

Skimming off the vig.

Rusty and I put him in the back seat between us.

What's the broad's problem? She looks like she's on Mars.

Poor bastard was shaking like a leaf.

Once we got on the Belt Parkway,

we pounded him a couple times.

Slipped a plastic bag over his head.

Held him down. He fought, then he stopped.

Then he begged.

Then his face turned purple.

That's a brutal way to kill somebody, Mr. Verona.

Rusty likes to watch people die.

God.

He likes to watch people die.

The man's an animal.

Excuse me.

Hi.

Hi.

Pretty graphic testimony.

I've heard worse.

These witnesses are really brave to come forward.

What, those mutts? Are you kidding?

They get a great deal.

New name, new city, new house...

all paid for by Uncle Sam.

It should happen to me.

So anybody who gave evidence would have that protection?

Anybody who turns in Rusty-

Hey, Delahanty. Ha.

Don't be telling tales out of school.

Hey, Vesey.

Can't I talk to a pretty lady

without your butting in?

Fraternizing with the jury

is against the Constitution.

Keep an open mind.

That's the American way.

Who's he?

Tommy Vesey. Ex-cop.

Big hero on the homicide squad.

You'd better get your coffee, doll.

We're back in five minutes.

Hi.

Why are you going around behind my back?

I'm trying to save your life!

Like you saved those cops in the hotel and Limpy DeMarco?

I had nothing to do with that!

Why should I believe you? You'd do anything for Pirone.

I don't care about Pirone.

He buys it, I do errands for another geek.

That has nothing to do with this.

I forgot. This is for me.

You don't buy me, fine.

But that man is nervous enough as it is.

He learns you been making moves, he'll freak!

He'll start killing. That's the way he solves problems.

They'll catch him. He won't get away with it.

The name of the game, Valerie,

is not who dies,

but who dies...first.

That'll be your boy.

You're boxed! You got nowhere to go.

You got to stay with the program.

You cannotjump off now.

Rusty hated Matty Russell

because he w0uldn't get back on the union contracts.

So we took him to Rusty's place in the woods,

staked him to a tree,

and then shot him in the knees.

Rusty began shooting him in the groin

and in the, um, the testicles.

I said, “For Christ sake, Rusty,

finish him off.” He says, “Nah.

I want him to beg.

I want him to beg me to kill him

so I can shoot him in the balls again.”

You're a liar, right, Mr. Verona?

I've told lies.

You're a murderer, too, right?

I kill guys who would've killed me

if the shoe was on the other foot.

You're a lying, thieving murderer,

by your own admission.

Do you really expect thisjury to believe

anything you say?

I'm not asking them to believe nothing.

It's the truth.

The truth.

And just what are you getting

for this sudden attack of truthfulness?

What kind of a deal have you made with Mr. Graham?

No deal.

No deal!

You mean Mr. Graham is not going to reward you

for sending this innocent man to jail?

He's not gonna give me nothing.

How could he do that?

I don't know!

Rusty, that wasn't my fault.

Grab the car.

Were you surprised to see your uncle on the stand?

Just one statement!

Mr. Greco!

Johnny Red sure put on a show in there today.

Loved that part about shooting the guy in the nuts.

Our girlfriend isn't paying much attention today, is she?

She's all right.

I had a little talk with herjust now.

Anybody See you?

No, nobody saw nothing.

Nobody knows nothing.

Don't worry.

I'm looking to spend the next 50 years

in this sardine can. Did he say, “Don't worry“?

It is me and Valerie, right?

I'm gonna save your ass.

I just hope you appreciate it.

Dan.

We are losing one of our ladies.

What happened?

She got hysterical,

said she was having nightmares about Pirone.

She wants off the jury.

Shit. Where is she?

She's passed out in the bathroom, third floor.

[Whispering]

There's a room with a big couch in it.

You can lay down.

No. I'm okay. I am okay.

Camille.

I cannot afford to lose you, babe.

I got the background on the two alternatejurors.

Forget it. Let's ask the judge

if he'll offer the jurors 24-hour protection.

Let's see if Camille will go for that.

You want to play it big in the media?

Yeah. Leak it. Hint about threats to unnamed jurors.

Okay. I'm okay.

Gonna lead the 7:00 news!

[Officer] We can go downstairs.

HeyJimmy, you want a slice?

Thanks.

Hey, come on.

Two cops outside my door.

What a luxury.

It's the minimum requirement for life in a big city.

I did get a little nervous

when they said we should report anything suspicious.

Have you noticed anything?

Not a thing.

He's right over there. I'll tell him.

Uh, uh, uh.

Are you going to scream?

No?

How'd you get in here?

I go where I want.

But the police are out front.

Honey, these police are nothing but the undertakers.

They show up to move your body.

Didn't I walk right by them?

I could kill you right now,

and I'll walkout like nothing happened.

I guess you could.

That is the last thing that I want to do.

Are we partners?

I guess we are.

Good.

Let's get off this gruesome subject.

I looked around your place.

You got a lot of nice old stuff here.

I collect things from the forties and fifties.

Yeah, you're an old-fashioned person. I see that.

That's nice. just like me, hmm?

Life made sense in the old days.

Take a man in my position.

He'd never go to trial.

Men like me, we paid for our respect, right?

And we got it.

The good old days.

Think what you want, but there was peace.

It was quiet when people like me ran things.

Women and children like you,

you were safe on the streets.

You know why? We did business.

You could lower your prices and drive out your competition.

I kill the guys in my way.

You admit it?

In your world, people go bankrupt.

In mine, they go to sleep.

Okay, so that's your world.

Why did I have to get mixed up in it?

That's what I'm trying to put across to you.

Do you think I like this?

Do you honestly believe

that I like putting the arm on a nice lady?

Why are you, then?

I don't got a choice.

I got a government here, they persecute me.

You got Colombians andjamaicans,

and they're mowing innocent people down in the street now.

You think anybody gives a shit about this?

Excuse my language, okay?

They spend millions, millions of taxpayers' dollars

trying to crucify here- Rusty Pirone.

They're riding me up on top like I'm a wheel.

I'm a nothing, do you understand?

I'm the boss of no bosses.

I'm no angel.

But I never hurt nobody didn't come hurt me first.

You'll kill me.

You could hurt me tomorrow.

But you're with me now.

We're going to do right by each other.

Now, what is this?

You don't think I see you're a lovely woman?

I feel for you.

You're going along great,

suddenly, you're in business with me, right?

You need Rusty Pirone in your life.

And he needs me.

But you don't got the leverage.

From under 10 tons of concrete, I'll reach out.

I kill you, your boy, your father,

what do you do to me? Nothing.

I have the power here, do you understand this?

I do.

You're a desperado,

just like me.

So forget these mamelukes out here. They won't help.

Whatever your father told you, your mother told you,

priests, teachers- forget.

'Cause the only guy

you really got to worry about now, Valerie...

that's me.

I'll do what you want.

Good.

You're a smart girl.

You like old-fashioned clothes, too, huh?

I sell antique clothing.

This stuff is great.

This reminds me of the movie stars, right, 1940s?

Yeah, they had some classy women in those days,

not like the sluts they got running around today.

Come here. Put this on for me.

Please.

You should think of me as family.

It's funny, I love old movies.

Sometimes I wish I'd go back to the forties

just to meet somebody like, uh...

Hey...

These are nice. They go with that.

You look just like one of those movie stars.

You're in control.

You don't have to prove it.

This will make it official.

All right.

Do we own a piece of this?

No, we own the whole thing.

Are you okay?

Are you kidding?

I'm the guy who falls into a sewer,

comes out with his pants pressed.

Hey, give me that.

Yep...

there is nothing in the world

like a classy piece of ass.

[Shower Running]

Sometimes we must use extraordinary means

to apprehend and convict a dangerous criminal.

Sometimes we must use the evil elements of our society

in our battle against the evil which threatens to overpower us.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen,

we've used crooks to catch a crook,

but only because law-abiding citizens

do not associate with criminals like Rusty Pirone.

Yes, we offered certain inducements to Hughie Bonner.

But, ladies and gentlemen,

you saw the depth of his hatred for Rusty Phone.

You heard john Verona,

Mr. Pirone's uncle and closest associate.

You heard him testify

to the bestial crimes they planned and committed together.

John Verona asked for and received nothing from us.

He's a man who simply wishes to purge his soul,

to restore his honor,

and the honor of his family.

I think we should begin with a quick vote.

I loved it. He had them right here.

I was waiting for that old broad to stand and salute.

Was that applause I heard at the end of your summation?

Must have been my mother.

I c0uldn't believe Grecds persecution line.

Nobody will buy that crap.

Looks like we'll make it home tonight, bro.

[Belches]

We could have gone across the street.

We could have gone to the moon.

Look, Mrs. Alston,

it's 11 “for“ and 1 “against.“

Don't you have any respect for our opinions?

It's not a matter of respect.

I just don't think they proved their case.

You keep saying that over and over again.

Do you want God to tell you he's guilty?

Don't browbeat her, Rafael.

After all the testimony we've heard?

Even his uncle thinks he's a murderer.

You said you have a real problem with the evidence.

You get this in trials of this nature.

What, photographs of Pirone with some men?

Each of whom ended up dead!

Doesn't mean he killed them.

Neither do videotapes of Pirone talking to these so-called assassins.

There's nothing so-called about them!

They're all convicted murderers, Mrs. Alston!

How many times do I have to tell you,

my name is not Mrs. Alston?

Hey, you want a drink, Tommy?

Go ask Benny in the back.

No. I like a little piano music when I drink,

not a bunch of old men clicking boccie balls.

[Telephone Rings]

Aha!

[Ring]

Hello.

Well...

Okay.

Thejury has checked into a hotel for the night.

Why can't they make up their fucking mind?

The more time they spend, the better off you are.

They're probably trying to wear down your girlfriend, mister.

I guess they could forget that.

My lady's standing up for me all the way.

You don't understand, Paul.

I've marched for a million different causes,

and I believe in a defendants Constitutional rights,

but in this case,

I really feel Pirone's gotten a fair trial.

Paul...

I cannot vote to convict this man.

Okay, Valerie, I respect your position.

Actually,

you're beginning to make me feel like I'm...

compromising my principles.

This is not a Constitutional issue.

Yes, it is.

The man's being tried on the basis of his reputation,

his notoriety, his prior convictions,

everything but the evidence.

There's tons of evidence.

All of it tainted.

Why?

If they had anyone of us on trial,

they c0uldn't use the hearsay,

the unconstitutionally obtained surveillance-

It wasn't unconstitutionally obtained.

Can I say something?

People like Rusty Pirone

weren't around when the Constitution was written.

That's irrelevant.

Let him speak.

He has as much power as the government in some ways.

He has millions of dollars,

he has sources of information--

That doesn't mean we should deny him his Constitutional rights.

I agree.

Now you're on her side.

I like that part of her argument.

I know what part of her you like.

Hey! Hey, you guys!

We going to get into a pissing contest, or...

we want to resolve this?

[Woman] Right.

Paul.

He's been on my case since we started.

Let me get this straight.

You are convinced that Pirone is guilty, right?

No, I'm not, actually.

You're not?

He could have been set up.

People have been wrongfully accused before,

haven't they, Albert?

That's true.

Listen, I don't care about Rusty Pirone.

I care about myself.

What if the government gets a vendetta against me?

Or any one of us?

Will some otherjury allow their use of trumped-up evidence?

Allow Graham to crucify us?

That's the most blatant piece of sophistry I've ever heard.

There's no need to get personal.

This Constitutional thing is a red herring!

Pirone's a mad dog. He has no rights!

We can't get into that kind of thinking.

This has nothing to do with the Constitution,

which none of us knows anything about anyway.

Speak for yourself, Elliot.

Please, Paul, I think this is more basic.

You find Phone attractive, fight'?

[Woman] Oh, no, not that.

That's just great.

No. All that crude, evil power.

I bet that turns you on.

You're a sick bastard. That's disgusting!

I'm not tolerating it!

Why'd you think they allowed so many women on the jury?

They know Pirone's got this cheap, vulgar sex appeal

that women go for.

Seems more likely you'd go for that.

Wrong, dear. I have better taste.

You're all going off on tangents here.

And you're not?

You started this with your stupid accusations against me.

Don't call me stupid!

Get your finger out of my face!

[Mr. Duffy] Hey! Hey, let's get back to basics.

Mrs. Alston refuses to deal with the facts.

[Paul] Her point is, they're not facts at all.

[Jane] For the 99th time, her name's not Mrs. Alston.

We're hardly into the second day, Your Honor.

Pulling the plug would be premature.

Couldn't you give them a Murphy charge,

send them back?

In most cases I would, but this is different.

I've spoken to the fourjurors myself.

There are four for acquittal?

The deliberations have gone down a side road of governmental misconduct.

Misconduct?

I want to congratulate you, Your Honor,

for your fair and impartial handling of this trial.

All rise.

Be seated.

I understand you have worked hard and long

and were not able to reach a verdict.

I thank you for your efforts,

but I am sorry they did not bear fruit.

Jury is excused.

We had a strong case, a strong presentation.

Thejury got sidetracked. It happens.

We'll get another shot.

Only this time, the jury let themselves

get hoaxed by this Constitutional thing.

It shouldn't happen again.

Good evening, folks. Excuse me.

What's this?

Champagne.

Compliments of Mr. Pirone.

Take it back.

That prick. He's not going to drink champagne in my face.

Dan. Dan!

Dam

Dam

Talk to him.

Dan, please.

A sa/ud, asshole.

This is the kind of class move

I should have expected from you.

This is my joint, Pirone.

You want to celebrate, go to your fucking ratholes!

You going to throw me out?

I'm not scared of you.

I grew up with scum like you.

You grew up with me, you w0uldn't have grown up.

I'm not finished with you.

I'm going to put you away.

When you're dead, I'll spit on your grave.

Spit at me now.

Get him out of here.

Get him out of here!

I'm going to put you away.

Thank God for the Constitution, huh?

Protect me from opportunists like you.

Protect all of us from opportunists like you.

[Telephone Rings]

[Ring]

[Ring]

[Ring]

I'm proud of you, Valerie.

Thanks for nothing.

I'm free now, right?

Free as a bird.

And I never have to see any of you again.

We're out of your life forever.

Ha ha!

Watch out, Mom.

Hag

I Yes!

Yeah! See, I play every day.

My games gotten better.

That's why I want you to stay.

Ah, nice shot.

You'll be slam-dunking by spring break.

We moving here for good, Mom?

Would you like to?

I miss my friends.

You'll make new ones. You already have.

Mom, are you okay?

I'm fine.

I c0uldn't be better.

Everything'sjust fine.

Mmm. Mmm.

Don't say I never gave you nothing.

I thought I was through with you people.

Consider this as a house call.

I know you got the-

that empty, hopeless,

sick feeling.

And nobody in the world you can talk to about it...

except me.

What?

You been thinking about going to Graham?

You expect me to tell you?

Don't do it.

Confession will not be good for your soul.

Anyway, you got nothing to be ashamed of.

You don't think so?

I let a murderer go.

You saved your kid's life.

Nobody can blame you for that.

When he kills again?

It won't be nobody you'd have for dinner.

Ha ha ha.

Look...

Rusty Pirone is racing to the cemetery.

All you did was give him some time

to catch his breath.

You did your thing. Now you walk away.

It's not that easy.

Something happened to me in thatjury room.

I lied to people,

I used them,

played on their weakness,

flirted when I had to, played the martyr,

the weak little woman.

It's over.

Everything's back to normal.

No, it's not.

You showed me a part of myself I never knew existed.

I'll never be the same.

You changed me, Vesey.

It was a question ofdue process and Constitutional rights.

Valerie Alston really put it into perspective for me.

You should have seen the way they jumped on Valerie Alston.

They simply would not allow a woman

to express a dissenting opinion.

That woman is to blame, 100%.

She's typical of what's going on

in this country today.

Valerie Alston, Valerie Alston-- space cadet.

But she took over in the jury room.

In the early voting, she was the only holdout.

We thought we had her in our pocket.

You think she had a hidden agenda?

You checked her background.

Any criminal history, mob connections, radical politics?

She's the sweetheart of Sigma Chi.

Did she exhibit odd or unusual behavior during the trial?

Not really.

She moved her kid to her father's place in the country.

Took him out of school.

Like she was scared or something.

Can you get in the house?

You can't get a search warrant

because she voted against you.

Yes, I can, if I suspectjury tampering.

Juror number four, as I live and breathe.

Hello.

Won't you join me, Ms. Alston?

I come from a large family.

I hate to eat alone.

I'm in kind of a hurry.

Hey, you ruined my career.

The least you can do is break bread with me.

I'd expect to find you in more elegant surroundings.

This is the new thing, according to New York magazine.

Yeah. Americans are returning to more traditional values.

They're getting married younger.

They prefer, uh, simple food.

Is your career really over?

You really sound as if you care.

Truth is, I, uh,

I got a personal interest

in nailing guys like Rusty Pirone.

What did he do to you?

It's not what he did. It's what he represents.

I, um...

I grew up with these guys.

I have a friend...

his father worked on the docks.

They beat him to death because he ran for union office.

And when my friend tried to get even,

his own family...

his own family told him,

“just let it go.

It's better for everybody.

Let your father's death go unpunished.”

That was in the old days.

They don't have that kind of power anymore.

It's true. We got Rusty Pirone on the run.

He's not what he used to be.

He's the boss of no bosses.

Yeah, and that makes him even more dangerous.

He's a cornered rat with nothing to lose.

Listen to me, Valerie.

I know these guys like to portray themselves

as, uh, romantic desperadoes who kill only their own,

but they prey on innocent people-

I don't have any illusions about Rusty Pirone, believe me.

Then why did-

Never mind.

You know, I'm sick of talking about this trial.

You want a coffee?

Sure.

Found these in her bedroom trash can.

Not like the lady to rip up photos of her son.

Ah, she wasn't ripping her son.

Say hello to Teddy Parnell.

He's got three priors for attempted murder,

assault with a deadly weapon.

Does freelance work for Pirone.

[Doorbell Buzzes]

[Buzz]

[Buzz]

I know it's late,

but I got to talk to you.

You come from a big family,

and you hate to sleep alone.

This isn't a come-on, and you know it.

Could we, uh, shed some light on the subject?

Don't you remember where the light is?

Oh, I forgot.

You were experiencing America's return to traditional values

while they searched my house.

Do you know this guy?

Only too well.

I've gotten him out of my life, I hope.

But this guys a lowlife.

He's done time for assault, for attempted murder.

That's nothing. You know what his greatest crime is?

He's a lousy lay.

Then he expects you to wait on him.

Where did you meet him?

In a bar on the Westside.

You want this on tape so you can play it back

in the privacy of your boudoir?

You're overselling. It never happened.

You want a drink, Mr. Graham?

I'll tell you what happened.

Parnell threatened you and your son

if you didn't acquit Rusty Phone.

Do you blame everybody else for your failures?

You should have called me. I could have protected you.

This nightmare would never have happened.

I think you've been working too hard.

I'm trying to help you.

Get your hands off me! You're a hypocrite.

YOU “QVQY gave me 3 chance.

I can't believe I fell for that “best friend's father“ line.

That was the truth!

Truth? Tell me you w0uldn't lie,

you w0uldn't withhold evidence,

you w0uldn't sacrifice anybody

to get what you want.

All the saints are in heaven.

I'm just trying to put a very bad man injail.

And you don't care how you do it.

There's no right or wrong here.

This is a private war.

Okay, it is a vendetta.

But while people like Rusty Pirone

can make millions off other people's misery and kill at will,

free to do whatever they feel like, then nobody's safe.

Yeah, they pay me, careerist prick that I am,

to stop him.

And I can't do it.

I can't do it without you.

There's nothing I can do.

Then it don't stop there, Valerie.

The only way I can get Pirone

is to get you first, and I will.

I got strong evidence that I can easily turn into proof.

Good night, Mr. Graham.

You'd better start thinking

about who's going to look after your kid

when you're in jail.

Hi, boss.

[Phillie] So I put a guy outside her house,

and guess who comes Waltzing out at 1:00 in the morning--

our friend Mr. Graham.

He was in and out in less than an hour.

An hour, huh?

What is he, a fireman?

You got to have a whole night

to dojustice to a woman like that.

Hey, Rusty.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

We were rooting for you.

Thejury must have got your vibes, honey.

I'm free.

You ought to put me in a movie.

We can do better than that.

I want to make a movie about your life.

My life is boring.

Put me in a movie,

let me wear my own clothes,

I'll make you look good.

She'd put every one of these whores to shame.

You still here?

All right, no knives, no guns.

This can't look like a hit.

Chill, Phil. We know what you're talking about.

We don't want any fingers pointing our way.

So you want it to look like a sex crime, Phillie?

You can make it look like mono-fuckin'-nucleosis

for all I care.

Will you get your nose outta that shit and listen to me?

Hey, hey, keep it down in the peanut gallery, will ya?

Vesey...

Valerie?

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Shut up.

Get away from me.

Aw...come on.

I'll put on a little... white see-through.

Talk that little-girl talk.

You'll never know the difference.

You could never be her. You wouldn't know how.

Get away from and keep away from me!

Check it out, Vesey,

'cause this is the closest

you're ever gonna get to your beloved Valerie.

Come on, baby. Hang with your friends.

We want you.

[Chuckling]

Yeah, we can go over there when we're finished.

Oh, excuse me, miss?

I'm looking for this vintage clothing store.

Hi.

Help me! Help me!

Phillie says take her to the Rambles.

Look like somebody grabbed her by her house

and dragged her into the park.

[Tires Screech]

[Honk Honk Honk]

Help me!

Help me!

[Honk Honk Honk]

[Honk Honk Honk]

Help me!

[Loud Rock Music Plays]

Help me!

Help!

Let's go!

[Tires Screech]

[Honk]

Peekaboo.

Ha ha ha.

No.

No! Don't kill me!

Put her down.

Let her beg.

Oh, shit!

Beg!

Aah!

[Gunshot]

Back off, Edmund!

Vesey!

[Gunshot]

Hold it!

Ah!

Okay.

Okay, Valerie, let's go.

[Gunshot] Oh!

[Groan] Run!

Run!

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

Are you hit?

No.

That's good.

Let's go.

You go ahead. I'll follow you.

[Thud]

I'll call an ambulance.

No.

Later. You got to square it with Pirone.

What do you mean?

It's gone too far for the cops.

He'll send a thousand mutts after you.

You got to straighten this out yourself.

HQW?

You can push his buttons.

You can... You can get over on 'mm...

just like you did on thatjury.

You saved my life.

[Sirens]

Get out of here.

Go.

[Telephone Rings]

Surprise.

Ohh...the lucky girl.

Now, where are you calling from?

A booth.

I didn't want this number on my record.

You're a smart girl.

Thanks.

Now, what do I do for you?

I want to show you that I can be trusted.

I want to know I can trust you, too.

You know what?

I think I'm glad you made it.

Hey, hold up.

We got it. Let's move.

It's getting so not even bad guys are safe in Central Park.

Who's that?

Tommy Vesey.

Crooked cop.

Drugs, payoffs.

Ended up doing odd jobs for Pirone.

Yeah. It's a Pirone party.

But where's the host?

You're gonna love this.

He ditched a tail on the Westside Highway.

Guy could be anywhere.

[Vesey] The name of the game Va/er/e,

is not who dies,

but who dies...first.

That 'll be your boy.

[Pirone] Now, whatever your flvther told you,

your mother told you,

the priests, the teachers...

forget.

'Cause the only guy

you really got to worry about now, Valerie,

is me.

Sure you have enough privacy here?

Lucky I'm a country girl.

I know how to drive these roads.

Very lucky.

Very lucky, indeed.

You want a cocktail?

It's a little early.

Not for you. You've been up all night.

True.

You ever try a Yellow Parrot?

Well, here's a drink...

you'll see in all the old movies.

And may you live a hundred years.

Sweet.

This where you killed Matty Russell?

No, no.

I sold that joint a long time ago.

This is my private hideaway.

Nobody knows.

Nobody but me.

Why don't you sit down?

You tried to kill me.

Yeah. You're my first failure, too, in 20 years.

Vesey saved me.

Is he okay?

He don't owe nobody money no more.

Took guts for you to come here.

It's the only thing I could do.

I have to show you that I can be trusted.

I'm not gonna talk.

No?

Graham is on your case.

How do I know he's not gonna break you down?

Because there's nothing in it for me.

Graham can't prove anything without me.

And I'd be crazy to turn my life upside down

to prove a case against a man

who has the power of life and death over me.

I'm impressed.

That's a good proposition.

That's nice.

Just not good enough.

What more can I give you?

Come here.

That night...

you liked it.

Iliked it.

Yeah.

Yeah...

you and me start going around,

we'd make all the papers.

The godfather and thejuror.

Graham would lose his mind.

I gave you the good news.

What's the bad news, Rusty?

I don't trust anybody.

I don't trust the stool pigeons in my family.

And my freelancers are dead.

Even Vesey.

And you're the only one left

that really knows what the hell went down.

What would you do?

You could trust me.

You know, you're the first person in my life

I don't want to hurt.

Yeah.

I'd be a fool to let you live, right?

I must be a fool.

Uh“!

Yeah, you die.

[Gasping]

Smart girl.

Doorman says she came home around 10:00...

looking good, like she stayed the night somewhere.

Any news of Phone'?

He's vanished. Nobody knows where he is.

I think they clipped him.

Yeah, that's what that massacre in the park was about.

That's great for us.

The spin is that the other families

were so worried about our prosecution

that they killed Pirone to take the heat off their own scams.

Valerie isn't a party girl. She don't stay out.

You were wrong about Valerie.

Why can't you admit that? She's a ditz.

She was out of her league on thatjury.

She's got her kid, and now everything's back to normal.

Normal? Hey.

Excuse the language, Eleanor.

You never know about these broads.

Sometimes the quiet ones...

you know what I mean...

Maybe she's got a secret life.

She's not gonna have any secrets from me.

Yeah!

Yes! My room!

All right!

I feel like my room is hugging me, Mom.

It missed you.

He really is happier here.

It's his home.

Mine, too.

Grandpa, look at this.

Come here.

Uh-huh.

I want to show you something.

Where's the team?

I can't see them.

Maybe we came to the wrong field.

Maybe they called it off.

Valerie.

Hi.

You don't have to do that.

I'm one of the good guys.

So you keep telling me.

So, you like soccer, Robbie?

Spare us the courtroom charm, Mr. Graham.

I like sports.

You like games.

- Robbie! - Robbie!

Come on, Mom.

You're one tough customer,

you know that?

Okay. Rusty Pirone's missing.

Disappeared. Nobody knows where he is,

not even his own guys.

You want me to find him for you?

Maybe you could tell us where to start looking.

I'm sorry. That was clumsy.

Listen to me. Please.

It's just me here. No wires. No backup.

It's not about nailing anybody anymore.

I just want to know.

Did Rusty Phone get to you'?

just say one word, yes or no.

I can't do anything to you.

I don't want to.

I...l just want to know.

You live your life believing in justice and the rule of law,

and someone grabs you off the street in broad daylight,

walks right past the police into your bedroom,

tells you he'll reach out from the grave

and kill your son if you don't do what he says.

Have you ever been confronted by that kind of...evil?

You don't think about right or wrong.

All you think about is survival.

You do what you have to do.

Thanks.

Mom, come on. Let's go!

Valerie?

You'll be okay?

I'll be fine.

Now, I'll be fine.