Original subtitles

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.