All language subtitles for Find Me Guilty (2006) (Find Me Guilty (2006)) (ENGLISH)

That is not, by any means,
the 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.

Of course, I know
it's not worth a shit.

What the fuck do you
think I'm calling you for?

Go fuck yourself!

Hi, Tony.

You're, um, your papa here?

Uh, yeah, he's upstairs,
but he's sleeping.

I'm making a banana daiquiri.

You want one?

Asshole.

Here I want!

What are you doing, Cus?

I love you!

You bring on the joy.

Bring on the joy.

Be happy.

Be happy.

You gotta groove, my boy.

You gotta groove, my boy.

When you're smilin'.

When you're smilin'.

Keep on smilin'.

Keep on smilin'.

And the world will smile to you.

Pop, pop, pop, pop!

Now, being very helpful, Jackie.

Yeah.

We're going to have to
let your parole officer know.

Come on, Jackie.

We're not morons.

You had your eyes
shut the whole time.

What, do 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, if 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.

Speak up.

Speaking of which, how
many times I got to 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.

No, Pop.

Who do you call?

I call Sol.

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 office
and get my bail report.

Oh, no.

You didn't shoot nobody.

Somebody shot you.

That trial ever gonna happen?

It's been a year already.

They got no case.

That's why they
charge you in the recall.

Whenever the government has no
case, they charge you in the recall.

Man, fuck them.

We're gonna order
some room service.

Oh, this looks great.

Muchas gracias.

Gracias.

Good evening.

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 the Court of Law.

Do you understand that right?

You have the
right to an attorney.

If for whatever reason you can't
afford one, the court will appoint you one.

Do you understand that right?

Mr. DiNorcio.

Mr. DiNorcio.

Mr. Rizzo, would you
wake your client up?

22 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.

Let's go, Jackie.

Jesus, Sylvester.

A little privacy, please?

Come on, Jackie D.

You're going downtown.

For what?

Damn to find out, but I'm
sure as hell not standing

here smelling your shit
while I argue with you.

Let's go.

I'm coming.

Sylvester, how long have
we known each other?

On and off, maybe eight years.

I'm a good guy, right?

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.

So where are you
guys taking me anyway?

Federal Building.

Look, but for what?

I have no idea.

Hey, you can do me a favor
and roll down the window.

It's too cold.

Thanks, fellas.

You guys expecting U.S.

Attorney for the
Southern District?

Giuliani said to
start without him.

Okay.

You got any ketchup?

Oh, sorry.

Just A1 sauce.

A1 sauce.

A steak should have ketchup.

Please.

All right.

Ah, shrimp cocktail.

Mm-hmm.

A little wine?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

So, car ride okay?

A car ride?

Oh, yeah, that
fresh air felt good.

The guys was real nice.

They lowered the window for me.

Mm.

Well, I hope you
breathe nice and deep.

It could be your last
fresh air for 30 years.

Yeah, that just shoved
it right up my ass.

Can you believe that?

Doesn't have to be.

What doesn't have to be?

30 years.

You 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 pissy and dope deal.

Because of that cocksucker.

So, what do you just want?

You know what this is, Jackie?

Manhattan phone book?

Last year, you got indicted.

14 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 anyways, so...

Yeah, well, this
one isn't bullshit.

It's not just you.

Your boss, your underboss,
and 17 of your goombas.

20 of you on 76 counts.

We're not fucking
around, Jackie.

Mm-hm.

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 Campagna.

He's our star.

My cousin Tony.

You're fucking, eh?

The trial starts next week.

And these pals of yours,
they're gonna be jumping

over each other's bodies
just to make a deal.

So, we get your testimony.

You get time lopped
off this sentence.

That simple.

You mean, I ran
out of 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?

Mm-hm.

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 a
whole fucking family.

Do you understand?

This trial's gonna
take at least a year.

76 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
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.

Get this piece
of shit outta here.

Mr. Kearney?

Yeah.

You got a brother?

Yeah.

Well, fuck him too.

You set up that
meeting, didn't you?

Well, somebody's gonna
make a deal, Jackie.

I want it to be you.

Ah, fuck him, go
you motherfucker.

That's what you're gonna do?

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're
paying 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
put in on this thing, Rick.

How much you wanna
charge me for this one?

Eh, $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.

We're moving out.

Moving out?

Another cell block.

Is it bigger?

Oh 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?

Oh, 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 okay?

No.

Get him the fuck out of here.

All the way to the end.

Justice will prevail, and
my clan will be in trouble.

Thank you very much.

You think you're a freak, huh?

Thank you very much.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Good to see you dressed up.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

For you.

For you, bro.

How you doing?

Good luck, bro.

Nice job.

Okay.

Jackie!

Oh, hi.

How you doing, bud?

Good to see you.

All right, all right.

Good to see you.

All right, don't be too loud.

Good job.

Good haircut.

Thank you.

You look beautiful on TV.

Thank you.

Carla, how you doing?

My man.

Hey, Nick.

Good to see you.

What's good about it?

Good.

Jackie.

What's his name?

Ben Klandes.

I'm handling Carla
Moscopone's defense.

Hey, dog.

Yeah.

Listen, is it true you're
going to defend yourself?

In another 30 years?

My first trial on apnea.

You know what apnea is?

Yeah.

Like... You know what it is?

It's like a sleeping sickness, like...
Except in the whole fucking trial...

I wake up, the judge has
said, it's really 30 years.

The hammer comes down.

Bang, it fires up.

It's not like it landed on my
dick or I take care of it 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, Enrico,
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 Companion, you ready for that?

That fuck is the reason
we're all here at your turn.

But you know what?

I'm gonna turn it back.

He's a junkie deep down inside.

He loves me.

He's mine.

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
Fine, State Governor.

He presiding.

You're 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.

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
the 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 Romer.

Family soldier and enforcer.

Alessandro Tedeschi.

Loan sharking and gambling.

Gino Bellacchio.

Numbers and gambling.

Dominic Crespi.

Gambling and numbers.

Jackie DiNorchio.

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 Campagna.

Jackie DiNorchio's own cousin.

It was Mr. Campagna 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. Celano represents
defendant Dominic Crespi.

The government's tapes.

You will conclude that my
client is not guilty of anything.

And since when is it
a crime to wear fancy

clothes and an expensive
diamond pinky ring?

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.

And all of this in
40 years of driving.

I got nothing on down.

What are you going to say then?

I don't know.

This whole case
is a joke, right?

Mr. Clantis is representing
defendant Carlo Mascopone.

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
Mascopone 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. Mascopone.

It's called biology.

You'll hear a lot about my
client's flamboyant lifestyle.

His wife, Rosalyn,
sits in this courtroom.

Married 17 years.

Four children.

That's a lifestyle.

He goes to St. Lucie'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 football.

Or 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.

Okay.

Let's see who's next.

Mr. Dinocia.

Mr. Dinocia.

Isn't your attorney here?

Oh, yeah.

I think I'm better off.

Say that again.

I want to go pro se.

I'm going to 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 going to defend myself.

Mr. Dinocia, on a case of this
magnitude, I don't think it's advisable.

That's Sixth Amendment right.

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.

I don't know.

Mr. Dinocia, have you
heard the saying that a man

who represents himself
has a fool for a client?

No, I haven't.

Is it true, Judge?

Yes, sometimes it is.

So that means
sometimes it ain't, right?

Okay.

Thank you, Judge.

I don't think it's advisable.

It's up to you.

Mr. Dinocia, you're on.

I'm Jackie Dinocia.

I'm defending
myself in this case.

You'll have to excuse me.

I'm a little nervous.

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 a case.

We started to pick
jurors for this trial.

And I want to say right now that I'm
satisfied with everybody on the jury.

And I want to thank
Mr. Calandus 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.

You should probably
ask Mr. Kearney.

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. Dinocia?

No, Judge.

Just one.

How do I look?

Good?

You see this hat?

I'm wearing this hat to
make me look like a gangster.

Because 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.

Thank you, Mr. Washington.

Now, sure, Mr. Kearney.

I'll 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 ride 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 in?

Objection.

Sustained.

Mr. Dinocia.

What?

You will confine the opening statement
to the evidence to be presented.

Thank you, Judge.

I got it.

Okay.

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 have 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 robbery.

Objection.

Sustained.

Mr. Dinocia.

I got this, Judge.

They talk about us
being extravagant.

You hear them 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 it 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 mirror.

I look at the table
to the other and I ask

her, honey, where did
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.

I mean, I'm extravagant.

Do I look extravagant?

I would have worn a better
suit if I was extravagant.

This guy is tenacious.

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.

And 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've got a major
RICO trial going on here

and all of a sudden,
we've got a contestant.

We're going to contend
with fucking Shecky Green.

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 going to ask a question or he's going
to say something, or something is going to

pop out of that shithole of a mouth
that he's got, and we're going to get hurt.

Yeah?

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.

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 us 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 them laughing.

I don't agree at all, Sean.

Now, laughing at him can
indicate disrespect as well.

And I don't know if you
noticed, but a couple

of the women in the
jury look deeply offended.

He'll step over the line.

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.

He's like some Deepak
Chopra with a pinky ring.

See ya, Nick.

See ya, guys.

Good night, Steve.

Counselor.

You did wrong, Counselor.

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 tics in our hands.

No, no, listen to me.

This is my fucking
life on the line.

Gotta be sure.

He 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.

A lot of things.

Stupid ain't one of them.

Have a good day, Counselor.

Hey, Nicky.

Oh.

Thank you, Your Honor.

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 narcotic
sales, you split the

proceeds from those
transactions with Mr. DiNorchio.

That's right.

And how was Nick
Calabrese involved?

I heard...

I heard he always got his cut.

Objection.

Hearsay?

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.

And Jackie told me
who Nick really was.

Why would Mr. DiNorchio
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 them two at a time.

Thank you, Mr. Juarez.

Mr. DiNorchio?

You know, not for nothing, Judge,
but I thought this was the RICO Act.

Not the Puerto Rico Act.

How you doing now?

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.

Can you tell us about it?

No, you tell them.

Tell them, Jerry.

No, you tell them.

I can't tell, Octavio.

Octavio, I got my lawyer hat on.

Besides, if I tell it, they're
going to think I'm bragging.

Oh.

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's seven of us.

And?

I'll never forget it.

You said, How about if I shoot the six of
you and strangle the seven motherfuckers?

And we walk out, right?

For 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?

Sure.

What did he say?

I didn't hear the punchline.

The main point was to
tie Calabrese to Jackie.

We got that.

And P, to call Manhattan
Correctional, that fucking

Jackie's got himself set up
like he was back at a hotel.

Okay.

Tell him I don't want
him too comfortable.

Got it.

Hey, Jackie.

How was court today, man?

I killed him again.

Good.

Jesse, where's my laundry?

Where it 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 titty, Jackie D.

I need them, the
conditions which prevail.

Hey, Jesse, you know my bag.

How the hell am I
supposed to sleep, Jess?

You'll figure it out.

Mr. Bellman, how did you
come to know Mr. DiNorcio?

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 gopher.

I drove him around.

Picked up guns for him.

And 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 his hearsay.

Sustained.

Strike the reference
to Mr. Calabrese.

And when did your relationship
with Mr. DiNorcio end?

Well, you see, Jackie started
getting nutty from all the coke.

And 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

because I refused sexual
advances from you to me?

What?

Objection!

Sustained.

Now, Harry, isn't it true that the
guys in jail used to call you Mary?

Objection!

No, that's not true!

Sustained.

Mr. DiNorcio, 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 raping me?

You treated me like dirt, Harry.

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?

Objection!

Mr. DiNorcio!

I don't lie!

Mr. DiNorcio!

You have to prove that
statement before you try to use it.

I will, Judge.

Come on, Harry.

Roll up your sleeves.

Show the needle
marks to the jury.

Stay away from me.

Come on, Harry.

Stay away.

That Christmas wasn't the real
reason I threw you out of that house.

Because I woke up one morning and
caught you trying to give me a blow job?

Mr. DiNorcio!

Isn't that the truth, Harry?

Come on, Jackie,
look at yourself.

Are you kidding me?

I'm not kidding you.

I see the way you look at me.

I know what's on your mind.

You want to suck
on this instead of...

Mr. DiNorcio should be
held at the time of court.

Remove that jury!

Lunch!

To laps.

What a fucking job you're doing.

You're wearing a mask.

Keep it up.

Love you, baby.

Ben.

Ben.

Good job.

It's the best.

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.

Okay.

Okay.

I got it.

Can you help me out, Ben?

What is it?

I want to have
lunch with the fellas.

Every day my marshals
take me down to the holy cell.

Technically you're
still a prisoner, Jackie.

You think I don't know that?

Ben.

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.

But if it's okay with your
marshals, it's okay with me.

Hey!

You guys saved me from me.

Hi.

Hiya, Nick.

What are you doing here?

You eat downstairs
on the holding cell.

No, my Marshal said it's
okay if I ate with you guys.

Nobody cleared it with me.

I didn't know it had
to be cleared with you.

Well now you know.

You know, Nick, I don't know why
you're giving me such a hard time.

I love these guys.

Now 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.

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?

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.

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.

Um, you could see a large
private dining room at the back.

The doors were open
and two very, well, heavy

set, 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, those things that when you blow

on them, they uncurl and
go, These were children?

No, sir.

No, sir.

These were grown men.

Go on.

Well, at the head of a horseshoe
table sat, uh, Mr. Calabrese.

And as I observed, all these
Italian males lined up to kiss his ring.

It was, 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 Carey.

Mr. Klandis?

No questions, your honor.

Mr. Novartis?

I have nothing for this
witness, your honor.

There are no further questions?

I'd like to ask him
something, Judge.

Mr. DiNozio?

Thank you, your honor.

Mr. Carey, I was
wondering about something.

Could you tell all of us how you knew that
those men in that restaurant was Italian?

Well, uh, I, you know, I guess it,
hey, they all looked Italian to me.

Well, how?

You know, with the
hand gestures and the

back slapping and the
kissing and everything.

Did they teach you that in F.C.?

Did they teach
you that in F .B.I.

school that that's
how Italians act?

No.

No, that's not part
of our training, no.

Mr. Dominga.

You speak Italian?

No.

No?

Could you hear
them talking in Italian?

No, I was too far away.

See, I'm not, 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?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, from what I
can remember, yeah.

Could they have been Spanish?

Greek?

Jewish?

Not with Nick Calabresi
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, because they were all
drunk and vomiting all over the floor.

Objection, Your Honor,
badgering the witness.

Mr. DiNorcio.

No, it's all right, Judge.

Look, Mr. DiNorcio, 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.

Mr. DiNorcio, Mr. DiNorcio!

Objection, Your Honor, this
behavior cannot be tolerated.

I am fining you $5,000
for contempt of court.

That's what I got, Your Honor.

I got contempt of this court.

You should have stopped them
before with all the Italian shit.

You are now fined $10,000.

Want to try for $15,000?

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.

Jackie.

Jack.

Jacko, don't say
my name ever again.

You say my name again,
I'll cut your fucking heart out.

Jackie.

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 can you do?

Jackie, your ignorance is
second only to your arrogance.

Mr. Klanders, how do you
think Mr. DiNorcio's behavior...

is affecting the jury's relationship to
your client and the other defendants?

Your Honor... Don't
say a word, Mr. DiNorcio.

Not a word.

Mr. Klanders?

He's clearly a disruptive force.

Mr. Kearney?

He undermines the
authority of your court.

And if I may say so...

he'd never permit such
behavior from a regular attorney.

Is there any solution?

If he were just a defendant, you
could put him in another room...

to 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.

Mr. Klanders?

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.

I'm ready for the jury.

Judge?

Yes, Mr. DiNorcio?

Can I talk to you?

I want to 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.

Okay, well, thank
you, Mr. DiNorcio.

I was out of line before.

I agree I should
be held in contempt.

All right.

Bring in the jury.

Jurors, jurors, will you please take
your seats as quickly as possible?

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

What's the matter?

I need an opening.

Break this down here.

Come on.

There you go.

There you go.

Okay.

I need some more.

I need some more.

All the way up.

All the way up.

Is he in trouble?

All right.

He's going to be all right, Tom.

You don't worry.

The paramedics are
going to take care of him.

Nappy, you want me
to call your mother?

All right.

Nappy, you're right.

Nappy.

Come on, now.

There won't be any test results
before Friday, maybe even Monday.

So, let's adjourn until... Your
Honor, this trial is over 11 months old.

We haven't even reached the
halfway mark on our presentation to...

Mr. Cheney, 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.

The defendant is
sick, and he is going to

get a fair shake in my
courtroom, understood?

The clerk will notify you
about our next meeting.

Have a good night, gentlemen.

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.

Yeah, but you
ain't doing a slob.

You look good, but you
got everything you need.

You don't care how much.

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 us are
farting a hurricane.

How's your mama doing?

She's 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?

Hmm?

Things change.

Okay.

First, about Mr. DiNorcio.

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 want to go
through this again?

No.

So, he stays.

But I promise you
this, Mr. DiNorcio.

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, goddammit,
we're a year in.

This trial is going forward.

Monday.

10 AM.

Hey!

This time, he's Monopoly!

I'm glad to see you guys.

Happy Napoli can't rise.

Is it alright if he
stays laying down?

Mr. DiNorcia.

Be seated.

You can see there are 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
on their cars and left.

Nine hours later, at 4 a.m.

Agent Petracchi, 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 rub-outs, 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.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Mr. DiNorcio.

Mr. Petracchi, 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 Callum.

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. Petracchi.

I prepared him, Sean.

It's my fuck-up.

I feel like hell.

Don't worry about it.

We got Campania coming up.

He's our clincher.

Here's what happens when
Jackie cross-examines him.

It's guinea versus guinea.

In 30 seconds, Jackie D
will be screaming at him.

I guarantee it.

And I make my motion
to separate that fuck.

Feinstein has to grant it.

He's committed.

Ladies, come.

How did it go today?

What are you...

Oh, son of a bitch.

It's good.

It's not bad, you know.

Not to worry, all right?

Not to worry.

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 would kinda.

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 them.

You're doing great.

Did you see her?

Did I see her?

Every day.

You see me, we're laughing?

You're terrific.

I really mean it.

You know, you
could be a TV show.

Tree of the jurors almost
fell out of their chairs.

I know it.

I know it.

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 Car Casillo to

determine the extent of organized
crime control of the New Jersey seaports.

And how long were
you undercover?

I was a cop.

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?

Saw scams, heard discussions
about everything from

stolen cars, stolen bonds
to bootleg cigarettes.

There were deals
going on all the time.

Hundreds of thousands
of dollars were involved.

And how was
Mr. Calabrese involved?

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!

Hearsay!

Mr. Novartis will
start repeating himself!

He'll get beyond hearsay!

Oh, please!

Go on, Mr. Kearney,
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 DeNostra had introduced
me to his cousin Tony Campagna.

Campagna had real troubles.

Cocaine, booze.

Talked too much.

He earned too little.

I was with him one day
when he delivered over $6,000.

$7,000 to Mr. Calabrese
in a paper bag.

And how did you know the amount?

He asked me to count it for him
because 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.

It was kind of greasy.

It was the only bag I got.

And Mr. Calabrese
says, You cocksucker.

You give me greasy money
again, you owe me twice as much.

Now get the fuck out of 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.

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. Campagna 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. Campagna
owed Mr. Calabrese that money?

Yes or no?

Okay, yes.

No further questions.

You don't mind if I
call you Carl, do you?

You always called me Carl.

What reason to stop now?

Okay, Carl.

Do you carry a gun
on you at all times?

Yes.

You're not going to shoot me if I
ask you the wrong question, are you?

I can assure you, Jackie, don't
assume you never crossed my mind.

Well, that's good.

Just keep your hands on
the rail where I can see them.

Your Honor, we're either in a
serious trial here or we're not.

Mr. DiNorcio must know the
consequences of his behavior by now.

You get him good.

And this fuckhead is true.

He's turning it into a
fucking vaudeville story.

Calm down.

Mr. DiNorcio, proceed.

Now, you knew my father, right?

Met him six years ago.

Threatened me at the
New Brunswick courthouse.

Pop, could you stand up?

He's a liar!

A goddamn liar!

No remarks from the spectators?

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's his idea we go get
some liquor for your father.

We stopped, bought some.

He picked up some for himself.

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 four-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.

It'll burn off, sweetheart.

Don't you worry.

Fucking jackal got his ass
handed to him yesterday.

First fucking time I found
myself rooting for a fed.

That fucking douchebag's
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, I'll
come here over a year in

a trial and they're still
holding our bail money up.

You're such a fucking smart guy.

Answer me that.

Look at this, Jeff.

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 want to
be ignorant all my life like you?

I'm interested in
the great Italians.

He was Italian?

Oh, fuck you, ignoramus.

It was a fact.

Get the fuck out of here.

No, it was a fact.

Am I right, Carlo?

You're right, Nick.

How'd you know?

My great-grandfather fucked him.

So, Mr. Carlos, 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, Charlie...

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?

Okay.

I'm okay, Your Honor.

What happened?

I fell asleep.

I must have rolled off.

Can we get Mr. Napoli
some coffee?

And can we put up these
side rails on his bed?

Yeah, Mr. Dinocchio?

Yeah, I got a side
bar, Your Honor.

My mom... Hey,
wait for me, Jack.

My marshals have been giving
me a hard time for weeks now.

Everybody gets to eat
what they want, not me.

I got to eat what they bring me.

I ordered creamy peanut butter
and they brought me chunky.

Please, Mr. Dinocchio,
this isn't my department.

Take it up at MCC.

Money.

Hour and a half.

He's facing life.

And all that stupid bastard
can think about is lunch.

Yeah, lunch and this, Counselor.

Tell me, Jackie,
which is easier?

Jerking off in your cot
or sitting up in your chair?

I like to rub them
out of 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!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I heard him.

You're gonna ruin
everything, okay?

You swing at him
in this courthouse.

Judge Feinstein
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?

Tell me something, Grandis.

He says another thing to me, I swear
to God I'm gonna fucking crack him.

Jackie.

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.

You're funny.

Let's go get some lunch.

You like peanut butter?

You ready, buddy?

You startin' again?

No.

I mean creamy chunky.

Some people like chunky.

All right.

Come on.

Yes.

How come you're losing
weight and I'm gaining?

We work in the same case, the same
hours, we eat the same lousy food.

Your food 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?

Thank you.

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,
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.

Companion's coming up.

And was it in November,
Agent Brandon, that

your team planted bugs
in that establishment?

Yes.

Play the tape, please.

Mr. Kearney, hold on.

The, uh...

court will take a
temporary recess.

Mr. DiNozio, I'd like to
see you in my chambers.

Yeah, come in.

Here, Jackie.

You hungry?

No, I'm fine.

Come.

Sit, please.

You sure?

I could, uh... I could
run around something.

I'm okay, Judge.

How about a, uh... a drink?

No, Judge.

Jackie, uh, we're having...

your mother.

My mother?

What about my mother, Judge?

Jack, I've just, uh, been informed that
your mother passed away early, so I'm.

Jackie, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Jackie.

No, no, no.

Please, Judge.

I'm sorry.

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 say what I can tell.

It's too late.

Jackie, we've got a visitor.

No smoking here, ma'am.

Hiya.

I'm sorry, Jackie,
but I heard...

about your mama.

Who did 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, uh...

The judge said that he
couldn't let me out for the day.

I'm sorry, Jackie.

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 wanted to 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... 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.

Probably spelled out
what I put you through.

You're my wife,
for Christ's sake.

Where's your wife?

Oh, 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 gonna
start now, Bella?

But 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 to... Fuck you!

That's what the Ninocio men do!

I bet you couldn't
even get it up.

It was just the two of
us, missionary style.

More, more, more, more bronze,
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!

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 like to
eat on all these kids.

There was nothing
that ever scared you.

Nothing.

Time's up.

What, were you watching?

Let's go.

Jacky, Jacky.

I got him.

Let's go.

Come on.

Easy, Jacky.

Move your ass.

I got him.

Come on, Jacky.

Keep it nice.

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 Campania testifies
next week, I think we're home.

Despite that, I
want to 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 want to risk one
of these guys walking.

I'd rather offer less of a sentence
now than risk any of them walking.

I'm listening.

Okay.

All your guys plead guilty.

20 for Nick and the
Muscapone brothers.

They're the ones I really want.

Seven and a half to ten for
everybody else except for Jacky.

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.

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 as simple as that.

That's usually the way it works,
but we got a big question mark here.

Your fucking cousin, Jacky.

How's he gonna testify?

Is he gonna cry?

Is he gonna break their hearts?

Doesn't matter
how he'll testify.

I'll destroy him.

Like you destroyed McQueen?

Come on, Jacky.

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 the cock-eyed
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 ten.

He'll 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.

Okay.

Everybody, sleep on it.

We'll meet here
tomorrow at 8 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, okay?

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.

It wouldn't do
nothing to hurt you.

Stop with the love shit, Jack.

You just say your piece.

When I got indicted on this...

Jeez, what is it, Ben?

Three years ago?

They offered me a deal.

I said no, naturally.

Then, while I'm out on bail...

on the RICO charge, they picked
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. Kerry to
go fuck yourself.

Now, most of you gums
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.

Meals ain't that great.

My only pussy is my right hand.

And I'm still saying...

Jackie D don't rock.

Jackie D won't ever rock.

I was raised with a
different kind of loyalty.

You know what I mean?

I vote no.

I vote no.

I also vote no.

I also vote no.

I vote no.

I vote no.

I vote no, gums.

I vote no, Jackie.

I vote no.

Me too, no.

My vote is no.

I have to agree with Jackie.

Fuck him.

Fuck him.

I vote no.

No.

No.

Done.

Agreed.

That's it.

Done deal.

That's it.

Agreed.

Yeah.

Done.

Yeah.

I guess the answer is no.

No.

Go on.

Cam-panias phone tapes
don't show any calls from Jackie.

And the prison phone log doesn't
show Jackie calling Campania.

Sean, you're
worrying needlessly.

Do you know why I've won
every case I've been on?

Because I worry needlessly.

One of those two guineas has
conspired to fuck us on Monday.

We can't risk it.

Do you understand?

Sean, we checked everything.

What about his jail cell?

I want it stripped down.

I want every piece of
paper that exists turned that

fucking place upside
down if they've had contact.

I have to know it this
This is the whole ballgame

Take off the sweats
straight say what

Here comes big guy
ready here 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 saw see

My apologies to the court

Mr. Kearney The prosecution
calls Anthony Campagna 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. Campagna 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 ginocchio and what is your

relationship to mister ginocchio cousin Oh
We grew up together And what was it about

the shooting that made
you fear for your life, well?

Because I missed and are
you familiar with the defendants?

Gino mascapone,
and Nick Calabrese?

Yeah, yeah it went like this, I Worked for
Jackie handling the numbers in drugs and

Jackie reported to Gina
Calabrese was boss of it all

Well, are you familiar with
any of the other defendants?

Yeah.

Every one of these guys were
in different rackets together.

Objection!

Then, Mr. Campagna, if you were involved
in crimes with your cousin and the other

defendants, why did
you shoot Jackie Dinocio?

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.

And 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 desperate.

Can you describe 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?

Uh...

I was picked up by the
cops a couple days later.

And when they charged me
with attempted murder, that's

when I knew that Jackie was
still alive and I was scared.

And then what?

A detective comes in and
he says, OK, you can go.

Jackie just sent a
statement that says you

didn't got nothing to
do with the shooting.

So that's when I knew.

Knew what, Mr. Campagna?

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. Campagna.

Your witness, Mr. Campagna.

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.

Doradin.

Darvoset.

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, no further
questions, Your Honor.

Mr. DiNorcio, you want
to tell me what happened?

I fell.

Because could you repeat
what you told Mr. Kearney

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 want to know,
are you on any now?

No.

The reason I'm asking is
I want to make sure that

you're not blocking anything
out while you're testing.

No, I ain't, I ain't.

I told everything I know.

Then tell me something.

Why did you say I
stole from our business?

Because 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?

Oh, I...

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?

Because you give
money to everybody else.

What did I tell you?

You give money to your friends, your
broads, your dealers, anybody but not me.

Tony, what did I tell you?

I stopped giving you money
because 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 we're doing now.

Objection!

Questions.

Just ask questions, Mr. Dinocia.

When your mother died, Tony, do
you know who paid for her funeral?

The insurance.

Uh-uh.

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 running to the FBI?

I told you I feared for my life.

Not 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 many, you know,
your whole life in jail.

Ain't that right?

Ain't it?

They said if I wanted protection,
then 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 black in the camp, 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?

What did I say to you
when you shot me?

I don't remember.

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?

Because 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 three more times.

Tony, look at me.

Tony.

You hurt me bad.

I thought I was going to die.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I shot you.

Are you sorry you shot me or
are you sorry you didn't kill me?

Both.

Both.

Let me ask you one
more question, Tony.

Do you believe
that I still love you?

No.

I can't get next
to this guy, Judge.

I don't want to cross his
hand with him anymore.

I want to talk to him.

Any redirect?

No, Your Honor.

Okay.

If there are no further
questions, that's it for the day.

21 months.

Sometimes I get up to pee in the wee
small hours and I can't get back to sleep.

That's never
happened to me before.

Now hear the closing arguments.

Mr. Kearney.

Ladies and gentlemen, I
want to congratulate you

on entering the Guinness
Book of World Records.

You're part of the longest
criminal trial in American history.

I'm not proud of that.

I know it's put enormous
strain on all concerned.

But from all these details,
a collective power emerges.

If you walk away with only one impression
from these 22 months, let it be this.

The men you see before
you have engaged in

all sorts of criminal
activities for decades.

Decades!

With utter
disregard for the law.

And they deserve to be punished
by society for these crimes.

Now the defense will try to distract you
from this undeniable fact by complaining

that the prosecution witnesses are junkies,
crooks, strong-armed guys, and worse.

Well, maybe some of them are.

But these defendants,
if they know any honest

citizens, never have
any dealings with them.

Now we've had our share of
big personalities in this trial.

I ask you not to let personalities
play any part here, but that you focus

specifically on the overwhelming
physical evidence that has been presented.

I thank you for your time.

And I thank you
for your patience in

performing your duty
as law-abiding citizens.

Thank you.

Even to a point where
his health broke down.

Was there a direct connection?

How many times was
he named in this trial?

Twice.

Has my client been in jail?

Yes.

But have we reached a point under the RICO
Act where we indict a man for past crimes?

I represent Jimmy Katz.

You've heard him referred
to as Jimmy the Jew.

How come the government had one defendant
whose name did not end in a vowel?

I'll tell you how come.

Gino Mascarpone is being persecuted
because his name ends in a vowel.

Mr. Klandis?

Ladies and gentlemen, the prosecution took
great pains to point out that my client

and his friends knew the sordid
array of misfits they used as witnesses.

They want you to believe
that these men spent their lives

with the criminal element
you saw in this courtroom.

I want to offer you a different
part of Carlo Mascarpone's

life and I'm sure the lives of
these other defendants as well.

Wife, children, his
priest, his M.D., the guy

who pumps his gas and
inspects his car for him.

In other words, the hundred-odd
people whose lives he touches every day,

every week, leading a
life very much like yours.

The government
brought you witnesses.

Government informants who, because of the
lives they have led, have lost the ability

to tell the difference
between truth and lies.

These highly paid informants
came to the government

in various ways, but
there is one constant.

They all came in handcuffs.

The government does
not like these defendants.

They don't like the
neighborhood they come from.

They don't like
the way they talk.

They don't like their
tradition, their culture.

But we are a nation
of laws, not men.

The purpose of the
prosecutor, much like the

purpose of the grand
jury, is to search for truth.

But somehow, in this
case, that was lost.

The prosecutor
became the persecutor.

When at any cost.

I thank you all for your time.

And now, I pass my
client's fate into your hands.

Phone call, Jackie.

Yeah?

Uh, just...

Wondering how you're doing.

Oh, how you been?

I'm kind of nervous.

I was putting down some
thoughts for them all.

I don't wanna
fuck up like I did.

I don't think you will, Jackie.

You was terrific this week, Ben.

If we don't make it,
it won't be your fault.

And you were terrific
the whole trial, Jackie.

Thank you.

Thank you, Ben.

That means a lot to
me, coming from you.

Alright.

Okay.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Goodnight, Jackie.

Mr. DiNorcio.

Ladies and gentlemen, I won't
take up too much more of your time.

It's been a long trial,
and I don't want you to be

away from your families
any longer than you have to.

I realize I said a
lot of things in this

courtroom, and I hope
I didn't offend nobody.

But I just wanted to show
you that I'm not a gangster.

I'm just a gagster.

I'm not going to read from this.

I promised you a long time
ago I would speak from the heart.

Now, I know the government tried piling
up all this evidence in front of you.

They showed you photos, and you think
it's me and my friends meeting together.

It's probably some kind
of criminal conspiracy.

You see this picture?

You recognize that
one in the middle?

That's me.

The rest of the guys are some
of these men here as children.

This was, of course,
way long before the

government ever knew
who Jackie Dinosho was.

We were standing on a corner
outside of an ice cream parlor.

And you know what
we were doing that day?

We were conspiring
to buy ice cream.

They had a RICO law back then
that probably would have locked us up.

I know it's tough to decide
who to believe in this case.

For 600 days you guys
have been sitting here.

They came in with tape after
tape, witness after witness.

And they were trying to fill
your mind with so much baloney

that in the end you think, oh
God, there's so much there.

There has to be something to it.

Ladies and gentlemen, if you believe
anything that any of those witnesses has

said or if you feel that
the prosecutor was right

then I beg you please
don't take it out on my friends

here if you have to blame
someone then find me guilty.

Yeah, you heard me right.

Find me guilty and let these
men go home to their families.

You see, I already lost mine.

And I don't want their kids to lose
their fathers because of Uncle Jackie.

So send me to jail.

I'm not guilty
but I'm used to it.

So

I don't have
nothing more to say.

Thank you for your time.

I don't doubt for a minute that you'll
use them well to reach a just verdict.

The jury will now retire.

It's got to be at least
four days of deliberation.

I agree.

Where will you be?

I'm trying to get some sleep.

But you won't be able to.

I know.

So what's your
feeling about how long?

20 defendants, 76 charges.

We'll be lucky for
back here in a week.

I agree.

I'm going home.

Let's go, Jackie D.

Jury's reached a verdict.

Hey, boss.

Um, boss?

The jury's coming in.

What?

The jury's coming in.

They've only been
out about 14 hours.

They don't believe it.

Let's move it, Chief.

I can't believe they've
reached a verdict this fast.

What does it mean, Ben?

God only knows.

They're coming in this fast.

Good sign or bad sign?

It's gonna be okay.

Don't worry about it.

I'll make sure you call
my mother every night.

You okay, Nick?

My nerves are shot.

The fuckin' feds offered
me a deal right now.

I take it.

Yo, come on.

Why don't you back up, please?

I love you.

I love you too, bud.

You're the best.

I suppose.

Tell the kids I'm
the guy to sit with.

You were great in there.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Jackie, I love you.

You were great in there, baby.

No, I don't give them money.

Here you go, Jackie.

I did

the best I could.

Ladies and gentlemen,
take a seat, please.

The jury's coming in.

Madam Foley, have
you reached a verdict?

We have.

Is your verdict as to
all the defendants, as

to all counts, or is
it a partial verdict?

It's to all defendants
and all counts.

What is your verdict?

We find all the
defendants not guilty.