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In the criminal justice system,

the people are represented

by two separate
yet equally important groups:

the police,
who investigate crime,

and the district attorneys,
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Leese, do one of those "tear
your heart out and stomp it"

Napoli love songs.

I'd rather not, Jimmy.

I am just gettin' over a cold.

Like this crowd
would know the diff.

Just do one.

For you.

What the hell is this?

Knock it off!

Give the lady
a break!

Enough, already!

This guy on the floor here:
John Carolo, 41.

Midtown address.

He took two in the back,
no exit wounds.

What about the guy
in the booth?

Thomas Mitchell, 56.

California driver's license.

One to the chest.

Lennie... the Chief of D's.

What's he doing here?

Chief.

Briscoe.

This is my partner,
Ed Green.

Detective.

You got up here fast, Chief.

Yeah, I was
already here.

Dinner with friends.
I have a table,
Tuesday nights.

Oh, you got a table.

So, Chief,

what the hell happened?

Well, my back
was to the bar,

but from what I gather,

the guy on the floor
got into a beef

with some moron at the bar,
who pulls his piece,

blam, blam, blam, fires off
a couple more for good luck

and he's out the door.

And the victim in the
booth wasn't involved?

He caught a stray,
poor bastard.

You get a look at the shooter?

White, late 40's,
heavy-set,

dark hair.

Mob guy?

Witnesses say he goes by
the name Bumpy.

Well, that answers
my question.

Paul.

This is the owner,
Paul Raimondo.

This is Detectives
Briscoe and Green.

I can't believe
this, Danny.

Nothing like this ever
happened here before.

Well, don't worry,
we're gonna find the guy, Paul.

So, did you see
what happened?

I was in the kitchen.

The shooter was some
guy named "Bumpy"?

Stops in every so
often, have a drink,

press his nose
against the glass.

Not one of your regulars, huh?

Think a guy like that
gets a table?

When hell freezes over.

Any idea where
we can find him?

I wish I could help you
with his real name.

I've never heard him called
anything but Bumpy.

Okay. Thanks, Paul.

Whatever I can do.

Raimondo's is close
to my heart.

We understand.

You know, the food,
the stories...

no place in the
city like it.

Some night soon, the
three of us will be
having dinner here.

Excuse me?

To celebrate the closing
of this case.

Detectives.

Well, I knew being Chief of
Detectives had its perks,

but I didn't know they included
a table at Raimondo's.

I heard the food
is really good here.

Oh, it's to die for.

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Did you see the shooter?
flipped over our table.

Dove for cover,
like everyone else.

My first time under fire.

I guess
I don't have to tell you,

the adrenaline rush is intense.

You go to Raimondo's often?

Once a week.

You friendly with
the folks at the
other tables, too?

You're crammed
so close together

you can't help but get to know
the other regulars.

Did you know
Thomas Mitchell?
Just to say hello to.

I knew he was a movie producer;
that's about it.

He has one out now: Al Dente.

About a mob family,

runs a restaurant supposedly
based on Raimondo's.

Doesn't it spoil your

appetite, Your Honor?

Eating with gangsters?

That's all part of the charm.

That's the beauty of Raimondo's.
That's the point.

Successful people
from every field:

The political world,
the entertainment world...

The underworld?

Everybody loves Raimondo's.

I had my head down,

mixin' a couple green apple
martinis, when it happened.

I look up, Bumpy's
got his piece in his hand.

Carolo and Bumpy
were drinking together?

Drinking, yeah.
Not together.

Johnny-- Carolo--
was pretty hammered.

And Bumpy?

Nursed the same
gin and tonic all night,

cheap S.O.B. that he is.

You say they
weren't together.

They have history?

Sorta. You know,
Bumpy was a wanna-be

who never would be.

Carolo was a made guy.

Bumpy was jealous as hell.

Carolo? Could've cared less.

Carolo a regular?

Yeah.

What about Bumpy?

He shows up time to time,
he has any dough.

What a short arm.

Guy could hit the Lotto,

it'd still kill him
to buy a round.

You got a name for Bumpy
other than "cheap S.O.B."?

Yeah,

miserable cheap S.O.B.

You know anything else
about him?

He's a degenerate gambler.

Once in a while,
he gets lucky.

Once in a while?

Why do you think
they call him Bumpy?

Raimondo's
is like a union.

You gotta inherit a table
just to get in the door.

And dinner for four will cost
you a cool grand, cash only.

Oh, you can eat anywhere
in this city for that
kind of money.

Plus, you gotta tip everybody
from the waiter to the
dishwasher.

Well, maybe, someday, someone
will explain the attraction,

'cause I don't get it.

The mobsters
go to see celebrities,

the celebrities
go to see the mobsters.

Well, they deserve
each other.

And who are the victims?

Well, the guy Bumpy
meant to hit

was a crew boss
name of Carolo.

Thank you.

He's a shakedown artist,
a bookie,

ran a high-stakes poker game.

Talented fella.

And the unlucky bystander?

Thomas Mitchell,
movie producer.

He's got this new movie out
called Al Dente.

Oh, yeah.
I've seen the ad.

Apparently,
it's based on a book--

this mob kiss-and-tell memoir--

about a restaurant

a lot like Raimondo's.

So, Mr. Mitchell was breaking
bread with real live mobsters...

Yeah, and when Bumpy started

firing off shots,

Mitchell got a little more
reality than he bargained for.

Any hits on "Bumpy"
in the aka database?

Uh-uh.

We got three "Bums,"

a "Boom-Boom," and
a couple of "Bunnies."

If Bumpy was a gambler in
Carolo's poker game...

The bartender said
they hated each other.

That don't mean Carolo
wouldn't take his money.

If Bumpy
was one of the losers...

Look, we don't know
the dude's real name,

but we might be able

to find out where he plays.

Carolo ran three games, probably
raking in 25, 30 K a week.

Some of that scratch
coulda been Bumpy's.

Where was Carolo's game?

The Bronx.
Arthur Avenue.

You ever take it down?

We were keeping tabs on it,

but no sense in
netting the small fry,

waiting on some bigger fish.

Did you have any luck?

We had our eyes on a loan
shark named Pete Squiri.

Carolo's bank.

Makes his collections
inside St. Anthony's.

In the church?

Superstitious.

Thinks we can't
nab him there.

What, is it against
the law to pray now?

It is at 30% a week.

You guys Vice?

Homicide.

What're you
rousting me for?

You heard about what
went down at Raimondo's?

Yeah, I read the papers,
like anyone else.

You know anything that
wasn't in the papers?

I got my sources.
What you talkin' about?

What do your sources tell you
about Bumpy and Carolo?

They tell me that one is dead
and one isn't.

Yeah, well, the one
that's breathing,
we need to find him.

Hey, you know, I'm a
businessman, gentlemen,

I'm not the lost
and found, all right?

All right, business
question, then.

How do you lend a guy money

if you don't know
where to find him?

I wouldn't know.

Despite your insinuations,

that's not the business
that I'm in.

Well, let's just say that
you were in that business,

How would you ever
make any money

with the NYPD hassling you
morning, noon and night?

Well, let's say a guy is a, uh,
he's a gambler, right?

He's gonna be jonesing
for a game,

like a junkie needs a fix.

So, sooner or later,
he's gonna surface.

We're in the middle
of something here.

Yeah, we can see that.

With the money on this box,
you're all going downtown.

It's a friendly game.

Yeah?

And which one of your friends
goes by the name of Bumpy?

All right, Ed, call a wagon.
We'll take 'em all in.

Him.

You rat!

Go to hell.

You haven't rolled a natural
in days.

There's your natural.

Whoa! What's this?

It's a .38.

I know what it is.

That's a rhetorical question.

Suit yourself.

Carmine Bustale.

You prefer being called
Carmine or Bumpy?

Either or.
It don't bother me.

Okay, Bumpy.

Let's start
with the basics.

You're under arrest
for the murders

of John Carolo
and Thomas Mitchell.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
be used against you...

We know you owed Carolo money,
money you don't have.

Yeah, and that a career loser
like yourself

couldn't possibly pay back.

Hey, I didn't owe that
rat bastard Carolo nothin'.

All I told him was to keep
his voice down.

Who? Carolo?

Yeah. Carolo.

So rude.

I said, let the girl
finish her song.

I said you guys show
a little respect to this joint.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

You saying you shot Carolo

because he was talking
while that lady was singing?

"Santa Lucia."

This is my grandmother's
favorite song.

As far as that movie guy
that got shot... you know...

I didn't mean to hit him.

But that Carolo, he got what
he deserved, that snot-nose.

This is gonna be bad, right?

I need you both outside.

Ballistics just came back.

The slug they pulled from Carolo
came from Bumpy's .38.

Good.

That, plus the confession
we just got,

equals two cold beers
and a Knicks game.

I got two great seats,
center court.

Well, I hope you
set your TiVo.

The slug in our movie producer
came from another gun.

We got a second shooter?

CSU figured the trajectory.

The shot that killed Mitchell
definitely came from the bar.

How bad was this singer?

Better we should talk out here.

Is the place bugged?

FBI's tapped the phone
for years.

Anyway, to answer your question,

the table came open
about three years ago.

Tommy Mitchell
had the high bid.

You got a bid on a table?

Hey, you want it
bad enough, you
pay the freight.

Including the Chief of D's?

No, no. Him, the mayor,
fire commissioner,

guys like that--
no charge.

We just enjoy the pleasure
of their company.

Yeah, I'll bet.

So if you're a paying customer,
what's a meal ticket cost?

In Mitchell's case, 50 grand.

With an investment like that,

no wonder he showed up
every Tuesday.

And everybody
knew where he was.

That's how I'd do it.

Keep an eye out at the bar,
follow him outside,

do him on the street...
make it look like a mugging.

Who else was at Mitchell's
table that night?

Guys from the studio.

They were celebrating.
It was in the trades:

Al Dente just grossed
$150 million worldwide.

I see you got
the lingo down.

We get so many
show business types

in here, can't help but rub off.

Speaking of rub,
what about that movie?

What do you mean?

Well, it's about a place
like yours.

Maybe somebody thought Mitchell
hit a little too close to home.

Are you kidding?
Made 'em feel like celebrities.

The old days,
they'd need my phone

to check in
with their parole officer.

Nowadays,
they're calling their agents.

Don't get me wrong,
Tommy was a great boss,

but if he didn't wear loafers
every day,

I'd be the one tying his shoes.

So he wasn't exactly
the sharpest knife
in the drawer, huh?

Didn't have to be.

He had what they call
in the business a gut.

A nose for material.

So did his gut or his nose
ever get him in trouble?

Tommy was a film producer.

What does that mean exactly?
I've never been sure.

It means there's always
somebody mad at him.

But who lately?

Sonny King, for one.

Tommy started ducking his calls
a of couple months ago.

Sonny King?
He's the one

that wrote the book
the movie was based on.

Al Dente'sa
true story, right?

Supposedly.
Sonny exaggerates.

Especially about himself.

What do you mean?

Sonny passed himself off
as a gangster.

But, really, he's just some guy
who hung around

and listened
to the wise guys tell lies.

And then he put them all
in a book.

Then Tommy bought the book,

threw in some more lies
and made the movie.

So, why was your boss
ducking Sonny's phone calls?

Sonny's a professional pest.

He'd call five, six times a day;
always with his hand out.

He ever threaten Mr. Mitchell?

Look. I just answer phones
and make reservations.

Maybe you'd better talk
to Tommy's business partner.

We developed the property.

We hired a screenwriter,
paid for rewrites,

attached actors, a director,
financed the picture.

Three years of work before
we put film in the camera.

Well, that makes sense
in your world.

How'd it sit
with Sonny King?

Fine,
until the movie came out.

Once it was a big hit...

He wanted more money.

He wanted a piece.

I take it he didn't get one.

His contract did not entitle him
to be a profit participant.

He wouldn't be the first guy
to re-negotiate his contract.

Well, then Sonny King

should've hired a lawyer

instead of calling Tom out
at Raimondo's,

or confronting him
in the lobby of
his building.

Sounds like King
was stalking him.

One time,
he met us

coming off the red-eye at JFK.

Screaming at the top
of his lungs

over by the luggage carousel.
It was embarrassing.

All kinds of threats
and imprecations.

What kind of threats?

"Give me my money,
I'm gonna kill you."

And you didn't take
that seriously?

Despite how he comes across
in his book,

Sonny's not a real wise guy,
he's just a wanna be.

I didn't think he was
a threat to anybody
and neither did Tom.

So you never called the police.

Tom figured sooner or later,
Sonny'd get a grip and go away.

That ad campaign is everywhere.

Every time King
turns on the television

or walks outside

he gets his nose rubbed
in the fact he got hosed.

That's life.

One guy raking in a bundle,

the other one standing there
holding an empty bag?

That's a recipe for trouble.

I haven't been
to Raimondo's in months.

You know,
Paul made it pretty clear

I wasn't welcome there no more.

Why is that?

'Cause you
were harassing
Thomas Mitchell?

No. Beause I named names.

You know, if you know how
to read between the lines.

Lotta guys at Raimondo's they
got their noses outta joint

when they read my book.

That must have hurt,

being banished from
the inner sanctum, huh?

I was so over
'Mondo's, okay?

Got to move on.
Now, I hang at Elaine's.

You sell your book
to the movies,

seems like you ought to be
living a little larger

than this.

I'm happy with what I got.

I paid off all my debts.

I took a nice vacation.

And now, because of the movie,
I'm somewhat of a celebrity.

What more could I want?

How about a piece
of the action?

I had no problem

with Thomas Mitchell,
if that's why you're here.

If that's true,

why'd you call him half
a dozen times a day?

We were talking about doing
another project together--

a musical.

What, Gangsters
On the Roo?

And you thought the luggage
carousel at the airport

was the perfect place
to take a meeting?

I admit I got a little hot
under the collar, okay?

I'm still trying to feel my way
through this business.

You know, in my world,
it doesn't sit right

when some Hollywood-type
doesn't return a phone call.

"Your world."
What world is that?

You know, our world.

Our thing.
La Cosa Nostra.

Where were you in your world
when Mitchell got shot?

I was at the Ranger game
with my two nephews.

Then Ben Benson's for steaks.
Didn't cost me a dime.

Then, let me guess...

the tickets and the dinner were
courtesy of Thomas Mitchell?

What can I say?
The guy took care of me.

Nobody remembered seeing Sonny
King at the bar that night.

Paul Raimondo confirms that
he was persona non grata.

He threw him
and Mitchell
out one night

after they had a huge
screaming argument.

His alibi checks out;
hockey game and dinner.

He sent the bill
to Mitchell's office.

King have a record?

Marijuana bust, credit card
fraud; nothing heavy.

Just the cojones
he must have had

to send a bill
to the guy he had hit.

Well, if he hired the hit,

who are we supposed
to be looking at?

Maybe we should read
between the lines.

Yeah, he told us
to check out his book.

We figured some of his pals
from Raimondo's

must be in there
thinly disguised.

Maybe one of them
contracted the hit.

Well, keep reading.
Submit the receipt.

Definitely.

Yeah, I'm in the book.

You know, the part
about the Stuyvesant
armored car heist?

They planned that job
here in Jersey City.

How long you been with
the O.C. task force?

Eight years.
Know every player
this side of the tunnel.

Well, there's a character in
King's book named Stanley.

Yeah, Artie Baldo;
two tons of fun.

King changed the name,

but it was clear
who he was talking about.

In the book,
he brokers hits.

Yeah,
he's the go-to guy

in the greater metropolitan area
when you want somebody whacked.

How's it work?

You tell Artie
you got a problem,

he sends you to a guy

who takes care of it.
Simple as that.

Why ain't he locked up?

Look, Artie's fat,
he's not stupid, okay?

No names, no numbers,
nothing on paper.

You don't tell him the details.

He doesn't know the who,
what, when or why.

He just puts you in touch
with the contractor.

Once Artie takes his cut,

it's between you
and the designated hitter.

You ever try
to grab him?

Send in an
undercover?

Set up a phony hit?

He knows all the local cops
by sight.

What about one he doesn't know?

I got a C.I. could vouch for you
with Artie.

11 in the corner.

About time we got somebody
who knows how to shoot pool.

Well, it was either this
or medical school.

Where'd you learn
how to play the game?

Oh, Jersey Red,
Captain Hook,
Hundred Ball Blackie,

Those guys could shoot.

Lucky for me we ain't got no
cash bet running on this game.

Well, I got some cash,

but, uh, it's not really
for shooting pool.

You know, it never hurts to put
something away for a rainy day.

Yeah, well,
this cash is, uh,

to try to get
rid of a rat

that's living in
a friend's apartment.

Where's this friend live?

In the city.

Lot of rats in New York.

Yeah, and I hear you
got a foolproof way
of getting rid of them.

I've had some success
with rodents.

15 three times across.

Nice.

I'll be in the parking lot
tonight around 10:00.

How's five large
in small denominations sound?

That ought to buy
a lot of rat poison.

It's low-risk, Lieu.

We grab the guy as soon
as he takes the money.

Local back-up?

Ed's been working with
a Jersey City detective

named Ronnie Reynolds.

And you think Baldo's
involved in Mitchell's
murder?

Hey, the guy brokers hits
all over the tri-state area.

If he isn't,
maybe he knows who is.

Well, here's $5,000
in $20 bills.

I better get every
single one of them back.

Here you go;
five large.

I ain't even gonna count it.
Guy who shoots like you...

Here's where your
exterminator can
reach me.

You'll get a call.

Are we square?

Like Butch and Sundance,
my man.

You got to be kidding me.

I got one word
for you,

Atkins.

Come on.

This is prime-time entrapment.

No judge on the planet

would sign off on
what went down tonight.

You can play
it that way, Artie.

You could have your lawyer
argue his way

from one motion to the next.

Meanwhile,
you'll be cooling your heels

in the Hudson County Jail.

You didn't come all the way
across the river

just to sting me.

We're interested in
the Raimondo's shootings.

I heard you got
that mope Bumpy, Lumpy,

Humpty-Dumpty,
whatever his name
is, locked up tight

in the tombs.

We want the second shooter.

The one that killed
the movie producer.

And the guy
who hired him to do it.

And if I help you out?

Your cooperation
will be duly noted

by the Hudson County D.A.

I'd need immunity on that,
and this thing.

So you were involved
in Raimondo's?

See what we can do.

I knew that little so-and-so
would be friggin' trouble

when I read his book.

Sonny King?

My aunt Nancy

knows more about the mob
than he does and she's a nun.

Sonny King paid you
to get him a shooter?

Hey... I didn't use that word.

I just put Sonny
in touch with somebody.

You gonna give us a name?

This gets out on the street,
I'm a real mutt.

Artie, you want immunity?

Tell them what
they need to know.

Denny Rogis.

Rogis?

Ring a bell?

Yeah.
Skinny little junkyard dog.

Lives in a salvage yard.

What the hell?

Denny Rogis?
Yeah?

You're under arrest...

For the murder
of Thomas Mitchell.

Sorry, guys. My collar.

Whoa. This is our case.

This scum operates
in my jurisdiction.

Take him out.
Mirandize him.

Ah, come on, Reynolds,

why do you wanna screw
us on an FOA collar?

Yeah, what do you care?

We do all the heavy lifting,
you get all the credit?

Hey, fellas, it's
out of my hands.

This one comes
from higher up.

The murder was committed
in our jurisdiction,

Mr. Sturges, not yours.
But the conspiracy

for that murder was hatched
here in Jersey City.

It's customary

to give the first shot
to the jurisdiction

with the more serious offense.

What's really going on here,
Mr. Sturges?

What exactly
do you want?

A joint press conference

where it's noted
that Mr. Rogis was apprehended

due to the fine work
of the Jersey City Police

and the Hudson County
District Attorney's Office.

So this is
all about

being in the media spotlight?

And letting my guys

handle the perp walk
would be a nice touch, too.

Nothing like a mobster
in handcuffs

on the 6:00 news.

And you get some
free publicity

for your reelection campaign.

Why do you think
they invented the perp walk?

I have no problem
sharing the spotlight.

Just give us Rogis.

He's all yours.

Well, there
might be

one small hitch.
What's that?

Rogis says
he won't waive extradition.

Then we'll see him in court.

I look forward to that.

The basis for New York's

extradition warrant, Mr. McCoy?

A charge of
first-degree murder.

Mr. Rogis committed
a killing for hire.

Ah, yes.

The Raimondo shooting.

Quite a story.

More than
a dozen customers

picked the defendant's picture
out of a photo array.

As a patron,
not the shooter.

I'm sure a dozen more
could pick out

the New York City chief
of detectives,

a Supreme Court judge,
and my daughter's
favorite rock star.

Mr. Rogis has
a violent felony record

and links to organized crime.

So do half the people in
Raimondo's on any given night.

He's got a point, Mr. McCoy.

I mean, failing a gun
or an eyewitness

putting one in his hand,
I may have no choice

but to set bail for Mr. Rogis.

Your Honor, please.

Under the Uniform
Extradition Act,

you have no power to question

the underlying facts
of the warrant.

I don't read it that way,
but you can always appeal.

And if Mr. Rogis walks out of
here, we'll never see him again.

Well, then give me something
I can hang my hat on, Mr. McCoy.

I'll stay the dismissal

of the extradition warrant
for 24 hours.

It seems crazy.

Rogis is right across the river.

He's a cab ride away.

Jenkins is
a political hack.

He doesn't know
the law...

and it will take
too long to 78 him.

The police are
re-interviewing
the witnesses

to see if anybody
can put Rogis in the bar

with a gun in his hand.

We may not have
that kind of time.

Let's hit Rogis with a charge
we know we can make.

Extradite him for that.
Such as?

I'm guessing he ran out of
Raimondo's after the shootings.

Along with everybody else.

Which might mean
he left without

paying his tab.

I'll call the police.

Let me just see
if I have this right.

You want to extradite
Mr. Rogis to New York

because he didn't pay
for three scotches
and a squid salad?

Larceny, Your Honor.

The restaurant owner
swore out a complaint.

Not only did Mr. Rogis
not pay his bill,

that evening, but he had
an outstanding bar tab
of more than $1,500.

This is beyond outrageous,
Judge.

My client would have been
more than willing

to pay his bar bill
if he had been given one.

You can't collect from
a fleeing customer, Mr. Goidell.

This is all a ploy to get
my client back to New York.

Ploy or not, the papers
are valid, Mr. Goidell.

Extradition request
on the larceny charge

is hereby granted.

Enjoy your time in New York,
Mr. Rogis.

You've been identified

by a dozen witnesses
in a dozen lineups, Mr. Rogis,

and we found almost $25,000 in
a shoe box in your salvage yard.

You got nothing.

Excuse me,
did I miss something?

Was I out of the room when
you proved he was the shooter?

We'll have that proof

as soon as we arrest Sonny King.

Artie Baldo is willing
to testify

that he referred Mr. King to you

to contract
Mr. Mitchell's murder.

Mr. King will be charged
with the same count,

Mr. Rogis.

First-degree murder.

And if we step up
to the line first?

Murder two-- 18 to life.

On condition
you testify against Mr. King.

Sonny King.

Paid me ten grand
to whack Tommy Mitchell,

which I done.

Your book makes organized
crime sound so exciting.

Do you miss it?

Hey, before I wrote this book,
I was a nobody. Now...

Now you're somebody.

Yeah-- somebody
who's under arrest--

excuse me,
miss--
What?

for the murder
of Thomas Mitchell.

You know what
they say, Sonny.

Fame's a bitch.

Rogis and Baldo?

That's a pretty pair
to put before a jury.

Baldo will testify
that he arranged for
King to meet Rogis.

Rogis will testify
that King paid him

to kill Mitchell.

And King will
deny it all.

Any money trail?

Any communication
that we can document

between the three of them?

No. They were careful.

What about the weapon?

Rogis says he dropped it
at the scene,

but the police
didn't find it.

Why not?

Chaos at the scene.

And the cops thought
they had the shooter.

No reason to look
for a second gun.

Then it's long gone.

Where did King get the money
to hire this hit man?

The police said he was broke.

Well, maybe he
took out a loan.

In the course
of their investigation,

the police talked
to a loan shark

connected to Bumpy Bustale.

The man who shot
the first victim.

Raimondo's is
a small world.

Maybe King and this loan
shark crossed paths there.

Why did King go to see you?

I thought he was

on the outs with
everybody at Raimondo's.

On the way outs--
but at the end of the day,

business is business.

How much did you lend him?

12 K.
What kind of interest?

The usual.

30% a week--
you pay back the vig

before you pay back
the principal?

Whoa, hey...
that would be correct.

King had no income.

How'd you expect to
get your money back?

Well, at first,
I wasn't gonna front him,
but then Sonny gave me

some collateral.
What?

A tape.

It turns out that he had a deal
with that, uh, guy Mitchell.

A deal?

King secretly taped
his meeting with Mitchell.

Then he gave the
tape to Squiri?

As proof that he had a deal

and he could pay
back the loan.

What was the deal?
If the movie grossed

over a certain
amount of money,

Mitchell would pay King
a million-dollar bonus.

And it did, and he didn't.
Nope, Mitchell reneged.
Never paid him.

On the tape, King
makes it pretty clear

what he would do
if that happened.

KING
I deserve a piece, Tom.

I mean, come on, without
my book, you got no movie.
That's King.

Okay. As a bonus.
That's Mitchell.

If Al Dente grosses
over a hundred mil.

Okay. One more thing, Tommy.

Don't try to screw me on this.

What, are you threatening me?

No, I'm just trying
to make myself clear, okay?

I'm not the kind of guy
who's gonna go run to a lawyer.

Understand?

I'm not trying
to screw anybody over, Sonny,

especially you.

Like you said,
no book, no movie.

Okay.

On the basis of this
conversation, Mr. Squiri,

what did you do?

I loaned Sonny $12,000.

Did you know what
the money was for?

I didn't know and
I didn't want to know.

What made you think
that Mr. King

would be able
to pay you back?

Well, you heard the tape.

He had a deal
with that producer.

I figured he was gonna be flush.

Movie was a big hit.

And if Mr. Mitchell
didn't honor

his deal with Mr. King,

what did you understand
the consequences to be?

Well, you heard
the tape there, too.

Mitchell was dead, right?

Yeah. That's the consequences.

Nothing further, Your Honor.

Have you seen
Mr. Mitchell's movie?

Yeah, I seen it.

Does it accurately,
in your experience,

portray the milieu

at a place
like Raimondo's?

Well, he took a few liberties.

Upset anybody?
Yeah, some.

They took offense?
You might say.

He was fascinated
by gangsters.

A lot of people are.

Mr. Mitchell spent
a great deal of time

at Raimondo's.

He was there every week.

Do you think Mr. Mitchell
fully comprehended the effect

his movie might have
on the clientele at Raimondo's?

Not a clue.

He was, uh, you know, oblivious.

Thought everybody loved it.

Mr. Mitchell made
a verbal contract

to pay my client

a million dollars.

Sure. Verbal contract.

That's why I loaned Sonny
the 12 K.

In your line of work,

Mr. Squiri, you ever enter into
verbal contracts like these?

All the time-- we don't actually
put nothing on paper.

Well, you expect to get paid
nonetheless, don't you?

Well, a deal's a deal.

And everybody knows
the consequences

of breaking a deal?

You bet.

Do you know if Mr. Mitchell

entered into any other
verbal contracts at Raimondo's

in connection
with his movie?

Objection, Your Honor.
Hearsay.

Mr. Squiri is a denizen
of Raimondo's.

He may have
firsthand knowledge

of these informal
business practices.

I'll allow it.
Witness may answer.

Well, he promised
guys parts,

auditions for their girlfriends,
jobs on the movie.

He was full of crap.

He didn't honor the contracts?

As far as I know, not at all.

Well, the defense strategy

is clear--
King didn't do it,

and Mitchell
was playing with fire,

making his mobster movie.

He deserved what he got.

So you believe
there's a possibility
of an acquittal?

Y'all seen
The Godfather recently?

The public romanticizes
the Mafia.

We do, too--
we even use

their colorful nicknames
when we indict them.

So maybe the jury's
fascinated--

aren't they also afraid?

Get close to the flame
but not too close--

that's the big attraction
at Raimondo's.

This whole case is polluted

with this American
mobster mythology.

Well, you'll just have
to convince the jury

that they're not watching
a movie.

Sonny came to my yard,

paid me ten grand, cash.

He told me Mitchell
ate at Raimondo's

every Tuesday night
like clockwork.

So I started hanging at the bar
every week,

to get a bead on the guy,

then maybe to follow him out
and do the deed.

What deed, Mr. Rogis?

Kill him.

What happened on the night
in question?

I was knocking back
a few at the bar.

The singing starts
and this lady gets up.

Before you know it, Johnny
and Bumpy are having words

and Bumpy comes out blasting.

"Bumpy." You're talking about
Carmine Bustale?

Yeah, he puts two

in Johnny Carolo.

And then?

Everybody hits the deck...

yelling and screaming,

guys scrambling
around.

So I figure,
this is perfect.

I pull my piece, put one in
Mitchell, drop it on the floor

and disappear
out the door.

You admit you murdered
Thomas Mitchell?

Sonny King paid me to.

I didn't plan on doing it
in Raimondo's, you understand.

And if I dishonored
Raimondo's in any way,

I'm sorry and I apologize.

I just had
the perfect opportunity.

I mean, how often
does that happen?

You dropped your weapon. Why?

You know who hangs out there.
Cops.

Place is crawling with 'em.

Some police honcho

walking up to the door
with his date, hears shots,

he's stopping anybody
coming out.

So you ditched your gun.

I made sure my prints
weren't on it or anything.

Isn't it a fact you have three
violent felony convictions.

It's a fact.

Murder in '83, you did six years
before your conviction

was overturned on appeal,
on a technicality?

That's right.

Stabbed a news vendor

14 times with a screwdriver.

He owed money.

Two assault convictions,

one in '91, the next one in '97?

Whatever's
on the paper.

And now that you're
facing a life sentence,

you cut a deal
with the prosecution

to blame this murder--
your murder--

on Sonny King?

Ham it up all you want,
Counselor.

Sonny told me this guy
screwed him

and he was gonna pay for it.

Nice touch, Mr. Rogis.

Mr. McCoy teach you that?

Nothing further.

I never seen this Rogis
in my life.

I don't know where he works,
I don't know where he lives.

This salvage yard where
I supposedly gave him ten grand?

I don't know what
he's talking about.

Did you pay

Denny Rogis to kill
Thomas Mitchell?

Guy's a liar.

You heard him yourself--

he trying to save his own skin
by cutting a deal.

Is that a "no"?

Yeah, it's a no.

I'm just a scapegoat for what
really goes on over there, okay?

Chief of D's buying drinks
for wiseguys, huh?

Disappearing murder weapons,

hit men getting
carte blanche...

Now they got this tape, okay, so
they want to put it all on me.

What about
that tape, Sonny?

Did you in fact have a dispute
with Thomas Mitchell over money?

Yeah, of course I did,
but come on, a million bucks?

That's just me trying
to get over on Tommy.

Look, you gotta understand,
okay?

We would talk to each other
like that.

Where I come from,
you would talk big,

you would ask for a loaf
of bread,

and sometimes, if you're lucky,
you get a slice.

So you're saying this was
all a negotiation, Mr. King?

Yes, that's right.
A negotiation.

Which included you threatening
Mr. Mitchell's life?

No, I did not threaten him.

You didn't hound him
in his office,

harass him at the airport

and confront him
on a weekly basis

at Raimondo's?

I'm not saying I didn't ask
Tommy for my fair share.

But that Rogis killed him,
not me.

Because you paid him to.

Arthur Baldo testified
that you gave him $2,000

to introduce you to Mr. Rogis.

I never met
Arthur Baldo neither.

I don't know why
he would say that.

It's just a coincidence
that you borrowed $12,000

from Pete Squiri?

Two for Baldo
and ten for Rogis?

I borrowed that money from Pete
to go to the track.

This is quite a conspiracy
against you, Mr. King.

Yeah, they hated me.

All those guys over there
at Raimondo's.

First for the book,
then for the movie.

They hated Tommy, too.

How do you think it's going?

I think we took the shine off

the Mitchell-had-it-coming
defense.

But?

Something King said
on the stand.

The guys at Raimondo's,
they all hated him and Mitchell.

And you heard Rogis, he was
more worried about Raimondo's

than he was about spending
the rest of his life in prison.

Where are you
going with this?

Mitchell and King both profited

from their portrayals
of Raimondo's.

And both the book and the movie
were less than flattering.

I've only been looking
in one direction

for connections between
Baldo and Rogis and King.

Baldo's phone records.

One week before the shootings,
Baldo called Raimondo's.

According to Baldo's
own testimony,

that would've been the same day

that he sent Sonny King
to meet Rogis.

To arrange Mitchell's murder.

Maybe he wanted to make
a reservation to celebrate.

Let's find out.

You've been less than
forthcoming with us, Mr. Baldo.

Not me.

You told us you sent
Sonny King to see Rogis.

I did. But I didn't
know what was up,

or who was gonna get whacked.

If you did, you can kiss
your immunity goodbye.

Who else was involved
in Mitchell's murder?

It's time for complete candor,
Mr. Baldo.

I sent King to Rogis.
That's on the square.

But King didn't want
Rogis to kill Mitchell.

Then what did he hire him to do?

Put a scare in him.

Follow him outside of
Raimondo's one night

and stick a gun
in his mouth.

Scare him into paying

the million dollars.

Probably would've worked, too.
I know I would've cough it up.

What went wrong?
For starters,

Rogis wasn't supposed to do
nothing inside Raimondo's.

He got excited when Bumpy
started firing.

I thought King hired Rogis
to scare Mitchell,

not to shoot him.

He did.

But somebody else paid him to
put real bullets in that gun.

After we finish here,

we're going downtown
to listen to the FBI tapes.

Special Agent Garibaldi says
they're highly entertaining.

Knock yourself out.
There's nothing on 'em.

Yeah, your wife know
about your girlfriend?

Didn't the uni's check the car?

Yeah, they got nothing.

I'm thinking
it's trapped.

What about the passenger
side air bag?

That's what I'm thinking,

but I can't figure out
the latch.

Try the heater.

Nothing.

I tried the radio,
too. Nothing.

Try them both at once.

Could this be
that strange rattle

you were wondering about?

Let me give you the lay
of the land, Mr. Raimondo.

The gun recovered
from your car

is the weapon Rogis used
to shoot Mitchell.

After the shooting,
he dropped the weapon

and you retrieved it.

Why would I do that?

For insurance.

To hold over Rogis,
or to use to frame Sonny King.

We have phone records and taps
of calls between you

and Arthur Baldo.

And Baldo will testify
you paid him $25,000

to hire Rogis to kill Mitchell.

You wanted to teach
Mitchell and King a lesson.

They didn't belong
in your world.

Rogis didn't know the
$25,000 came from you.

If he got jammed up,
he'd give up King,

leave you out of it.

Is there an offer in there
somewhere, Mr. McCoy?

Same as Mr. Rogis.

Murder Two.

Sonny and Tommy disrespected me
three times.

The book, the movie...

And ordering a hit,

and planning it in my place.

That was the third straw,
broke the camel's back.

Guys like Mitchell and King,

they think it's chic.

They think we're amusing.

Screw them.

So what happens to King?
You cut him loose?

He paid someone

to shake down Mitchell,

he's guilty
of attempted robbery.

Good.

Maybe I'll see him
around the yard.

So I suppose Sonny King
will have plenty of time

to work on his next book.

A few years in prison
should provide him

with many interesting
real life experiences.