All language subtitles for Getting Gotti

(dice rattling)

Police, Mcbratney, let's
go, you're under arrest.

Police my butt, you're
John Gotti from Ozone Park.

Guess you are...

(grunting)

(gunshots)

Let's go, let's go,
let's go, come on, come on!

Welcome, Johnny,
congratulations.

Thank you, Neil.

(coughing)

You all right, Neil?

(coughing)

I'm okay, I'm okay.

You look better, Neil.

I'm gonna beat
this thing, Johnny.

Chemo, they got me on chemo now.

I'm gonna beat it.

You got to, Neil,
the family needs you.

(crowd murmuring agreement)

(laughing) Well, we
better get this thing over

before all these goombas fall
over from the BO in here.

(laughing)

(speaking Italian)

Johnny Joseph Gotti Junior,
will you rise.

Woman: State your name.

Diane Giacalone.

(speaking Italian)

I do.

(speaking Italian)

I solemnly swear that
I will support and defend

the Constitution of the
United States of America.

(speaking Italian)

To the family,
always to the family.

(speaking Italian)

In this time, Paul
Castellano is our leader.

May he live forever.

All: May he live forever.

And his right arm
is Neil Dellacroce.

May he live forever.

All: May he live forever.

Woman: Against all
enemies, foreign and domestic.

Against all enemies,
foreign and domestic.

This is the gun I live by.

That I will bear true faith
and allegiance to the same.

This is the knife I die by.

Woman: So help me God.

So help me God.

On my life, and on the
lives of those dear to me.

Congratulations, you're
officially an assistant

to United States Attorney

for the eastern
district of New York.

(cheering)

I'm so proud of you.

Hello, Diane Giacalone
to see Wayne Brooks.

He's in court.

Diane: Oh, well, I'm supposed

to start work here today, and--

Beatrice Cantor,
Administrative Assistant.

Your office is out
into the corridor,

fourth door on the right.

Everything you need is in this.

With the exception of the
key to the facilities,

which hangs right here.

Failure to return the key
after use of the facilities

will result in
loss of privileges.

Welcome to the U.S.
Attorney's Office

of the eastern
district of New York.

(phone ringing)

(knocking)

Hi, I'm Cassie Fielder, your
friendly next door neighbor.

Hi, Diane Giacalone.

I think somebody forgot
to clean my office out?

Cassie: Afraid not.

You're kidding,
all these cases are--

All yours, and, I've
got two more for you.

Compliments of Miss Warmth.

(laughing)

What's all this stuff?

Cassie: The usual,
you've got your frauds,

bank robberies,
narcotics, gun running,

a little of this,
a little of that.

But I'd say at least 40
percent is hijacking.

Man: Here you go.

-Shut it down.
-(brakes squealing)

Shut it down!

All right, get out, let's
go, come on, come on!

All right, we could
do this two ways:

you could take a hike
back to the terminal,

have a cup of coffee, and then
in an hour you call the cops

and tell them it
was four black guys.

Or, I hit you, then you
walk back to the terminal.

Your choice.

You better hit me.

Willie Boy: Hey, Gotti,
you know who we got?

This guy first.

All right, Willie boy.

Man in hat: Diane!

Hey, hey! Long time!

Well, maybe I should
say (speaking Italian).

No, Diane is just fine.

Ah! (smooching)

Oh, so you're a big
time lawyer now?

No, not so big time, I'm
working for the government.

-Oh, my.
-(Diane laughing)

You gonna put those
burger bums in jail?

If they break
the law, you bet.

If they break the
law, they're scum.

Hey, for your Mike,
this John Gotti,

he's the big cheese they got
over there now, he's scum.

Remember he comes
to me 20 years ago,

with his gang,
The Rockaway, do you remember?

Yeah, I remember.

-Here.
-Here.

Get outta here.

Thanks.

This John Gotti, this punk,
he tells me I gotta pay him

or my food might get
accidentally crushed

and my windows broken.

I tell him, "No".

My windows, so then I
gotta say yeah, and I pay.

Hmm.

Put him away.

I'll see you soon, Eddie.

You be careful.

Bye, Eddie!

These bums, these
men of respect?

They don't respect nothing!

Gang: Shut up, shut up.

I'll crush your
head, I swear to God.

Hey, baby, come on, me and you.

(whistling)

Paul: Johnny.

Remember what I told you, huh?

Paulie, I still think you--

Remember what I said.

Just calm down, huh?

Neil, I can't operate with
him on my back all the time.

Johnny Boy, he is
the head of the family.

It was better when Carlo
Gambino ran the family.

May he rest in peace.

May he rest in peace,
but Carlo himself

made Paulie Castellano
head of the family.

Johnny Boy, never forget that.

Yeah.

He was Carlo's choice.

Yeah, all right.

You calm down, yeah?

Take care.

-Gene: Johnny!
-Not now, Gene.

(door slamming)

(glass shattering)

Come on, Johnny, relax.

I don't give a damn what
that stupid guinea says!

I'm gonna run this
crew any way I want to.

Johnny, we're doing
good, it all pays.

Come on, there's
more money in dope

than anything else
we do put together.

Hey, Big Paulie says--

Big Paulie, Big Paulie,
I'm sick of Big Paulie.

Johnny.

And I'm telling you right now,

we're gettin' involved in the
babania business right now.

What's the matter?

Yeah, why's everybody
so serious, huh?

(laughing) Come on,
let's go get some clams.

♪ (singing in Italian) ♪

Yo, Diane, you wanna hurry up?

My wrist's fallin'
off down here.

Diane: Don't stop,
it'll stick to the pan.

-Yeah, yeah.
-She's gonna spoil her rotten.

Who, Diane, my sister'll
spoil my daughter?

Yes, Diane. (mumbling)

I don't think so,
Ma, please.

You know she spoils
that daughter rotten.

Of course she does.

Will you get over there
and stir please, Frankie?

-If that sticks...
-Go.

All right, all right, Ma.

...you're gonna ruin the
whole dinner if you don't.

-All right.
-Ma: And do me a favor?

Yeah?

Ma: Put the music
a little sotto voce ,

you know what I mean?

All right, Ma.

Okay, okay, okay, okay,
let me see, let me see!

Ah! Quelle Bella regasa.

Girl: Quelle Bella regasa.

Yes, you bet, go show Grandma!

Come on, hurry!

I'm gonna beat you, go
show Mommy and Daddy!

♪ (Italian music) ♪

Frank: What's goin' on?

Oh, you look beautiful!

Ain't something,
what are you doin'?

What's goin' on?

You know, I'm gonna
have to get a new job

so's I can afford
to take my daughter

to a fancy enough
place for that dress!

Take her to the opera.

♪ (singing in Italian) ♪

The risotto.

♪ (singing in Italian) ♪

Man 1: So, what's
John Gotti been up to?

Man 2: Nothing special.

Went to the track, lost a
couple dimes, the usual stuff.

Man 1: So what's going down?

Man 2: Nothing
the FBI don't know.

Listen, I gotta go.

Tell me something,
you and Gotti go way back,

you obviously respect him.

How come you talk to us?

What do you care,
as long as I talk?

Just curious.

You probably figured out
I'm not a guinea, right?

So I'm gonna be a
made man anyhow.

Guineas, when they take a fall,

their families
are taken care of.

Ask my wife what she
got when I went out.

I'll see ya.

Hey, that hijacking down
by the docks last week,

that the Bergen crew?

By the docks?

Nah, must have been
some other guys.

(car starting)

Passenger: Woo
hoo hoo! (laughing)

♪ (old time music) ♪

(door knocking)

Yeah, what do you want?

Dio.

Johnny: Hey,
Jackie, how ya doing?

Hey, doin' good.

Yeah, how's the family?

Good, they're good, you know.

Broad's drivin' me crazy
but, what else is new, right?

(laughing)

Johnny, I got this for you.

Johnny: Have a seat.

What's this?

It's my little job
we done this week.

Out of respect.

The armored car
near the bakery?

Yeah.

(laughing)

How'd you know that?

It was on the news.

This may be 20 thou here.

Hey, John, like I
said, out of respect--

Johnny: Out of respect, huh?

-(glass shattering)
-Jackie: Ow!

Hold him up,
hold him up!

750 big ones in that van!

Ow! Ow!

And you bring be 20
thousand out of respect?

-Ow! Ow!
-Hold him up!

Not that much, it
was nothin' like that.

It was on the news!

Hold him up!

(screaming) They lie!

Oh, they lie, and you
tell the truth, huh?

No, they lie for insurance.

Is that what you want
me to tell Dellacroce?

Is that what you want
Dellacroce to tell Big Paulie?

(screaming)

Hey, hey!

No, don't, please don't.

I hear you're big
with the ladies.

You have the rest of that money

on my desk by tomorrow noon,
or you won't be so big anymore.

Capish?

(crying)

Get him outta here.

♪ (old time music) ♪

Ray: Look, he's bluffing.

I'm telling you,
the man knows.

Okay, what do you think,
what do you think,

I got this walking
into a door, huh, Ray?

Ray: All right,
I ain't arguing.

It's just a lot of
money, that's all.

This is not a
discussion, you hear me?

Come on, Jackie, let's dance.

What dance, what dance?

I can't walk!

You said you
were stayin' home.

I had business.

With her?

Listen, don't bust my chops,

because you picked
the wrong day.

Bust your chops?

That ain't all I'm gonna
bust, you lyin' dirtbag.

You may think you can
cheat on John Gotti,

but you don't cheat on me!

Oh, God.

Shut up, April, shut up!

'Cause I know all
about the other times.

And all I gotta do is make
one phone call to the Bergen.

Shut up!

Maybe I'll call the cops.

Who you gonna call,
who you gonna call, huh?

Who should I call, you
bum, Gotti or the cops?

Jackie!

April: Who should
I call, you bum!

-Shut your mouth.
-April: Gotti or the cops?

-Shut up!
-(people gasping)

Get up, get up, get up.

April: You think
you're so smart--

Who you gonna call, who
you gonna call, huh, huh?

April: Don't you--
(screaming)

I'll slap your head off!

Get up.

April: Who should I
call, who should I call!

Jackie: Get outta
here, get outta here.

April: You think
you're so tough!

Jackie: Get up there, go, go!

Move it!

-April: Don't you--
-Jackie: Shut up!

Mom, I'm running
late, about a half hour.

Mom, I can't find anything.

Diane, I've been going for
dialysis for two years now,

for once I can go on my own.

Diane: Mom,
don't take the bus!

(machine whirring)

Turn.

Grazie.

Prego.

So this punk impersonating
a freight company employee

calls the cargo agent
and asks if there are

any goods for them.

The cargo agent says,
"Sure, we got lots of stuff.

"Come on down".

He and his punk
buddy rent a truck,

go to the loading dock,
get the two cargo agents

to actually help them load
47 crates onto the truck,

and they're home free.

Where's my notebook.

Diane: More
work for us, great.

-(knocking on door)
-Come in.

Diane Giacalone?

Yeah, that's me.

Bob Teague, I'm with
homicide over at the 106th.

What can I do
for you, Sergeant?

You're handling the
Jackie Dio thing, right?

Probably.

Armored truck hijacking
near the bakery.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, is there a problem?

Well, the thing is, this
Dio kid he's a bad actor.

You're tellin' me.

And I'm pretty sure he
knocked off his girlfriend.

Straight murder?

That's for the DA's office.

I've been there,
they won't take it.

Neither will anybody else.

So I thought as long as you're
handling the hijack thing.

Hey, Sergeant, I haven't
been out of this office

for lunch in the two weeks
I've been working here.

I'll buy you lunch.

There's no way.

Well, thanks anyway,
it's not that she was

Mother Teresa's
niece or anything,

just another statistic
from Ozone Park.

Sergeant?

Ozone Park?

Yeah, it's in
Queens, you know it?

Oh, yeah.

Bob: So you're from there?

Diane: Saint Mary Gate of
Heaven, the whole shebang.

Bob: Except the Bergen.

Diane: When I
was in high school,

I watched wise guys like that
actually seduce my friends,

made them think that
working for a living

is what suckers did.

Yeah, punks who watch their
fathers workin' all day,

and think what a
jerk, yeah, I know.

I had a girlfriend
once say to me,

"Any girl who marries an honest
working man is an idiot".

So how did you
stay out of all that?

I don't know, sometimes I
think it was all a big accident.

No, it wasn't an accident,
it was my mother.

She would have kicked my behind.

(laughing)

Okay, about Dio,
hijacking's a slam dunk.

What makes you think you
can nail him for murder?

I got wits that'll testify.

April knew all
about the hijacking,

and she was
threatening to rat him out

for skimming with a
mug named John Gotti,

crew chief at The Bergen.

On the night she disappeared,

I got him draggin'
her out of a bar.

I can even put him in her
apartment later that night.

So what's the problem?

Bob: The body.

What about it?

There isn't one.

When I said she
disappeared, I meant it.

Nobody's seen her since
the night of the fight.

So she took off, it
happens all the time.

If she did, she left
without her clothes,

make-up, and jewelry.

Okay, you got a
point, what do you want?

I know she's dead, and I
know that slime ball did her,

but my lieutenant won't
let me spend any more time

on the case without
a prosecutor.

(Diane sighs)

Dio's a loose cannon,
definitely paranoid, right?

Okay, let's get in his face,
make him a little crazier.

Pry him loose.

(Bob laughing)

I'm in.

Man: Yeah, that's him.

(phone ringing)

Diane: (over telephone)Diane Giacalone.

Bob: (over telephone)It's Teague,

I found out who
Dio's partner was

in the armored car job.

Diane: Who?

Bob: Heroin
addict named Charlie.

Diane: Good
work, let's bust him

and see if he wants to talk.

(Bob laughing)

Jackie: Hey Charlie,
what'd you tell 'em?

Charlie: Hey, Jackie.

Jackie: Why'd
they let you go?

Charlie: Hey, look, I
didn't tell them nothin', man,

I swear to God!

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

Diane?

Charlie here wants to know

if you can spare
him a few minutes.

(Diane laughing)

(laughing and talking)

Good morning, gentlemen.

All: Good morning.

Diane: I'm glad
you could make it,

have a seat, gentlemen,
I'm Diane Giacalone.

Let's see, anybody
missing who matters?

(people chuckling)

We have the 106th, we have
the 101st, and the 82nd,

NYPD is well represented.

We have the DA, hiya Walt.

We've got Special Agent
Randolph from the FBI,

glad you could make it.

How about the postal inspectors?

Thank you, gentlemen,
thanks for coming.

Okay, the idea is to
mount a major case

against the members of
the Gambino crime family

and their associates.

We think, no, I think, that
some of those bad actors

we've come to know and love
around here are not freelancers,

but are in fact linked to the
Gambinos through a crew chief

named John Gotti, who hangs out

at The Bergen Hunt and
Fish Club on 101st Avenue.

In here, you'll find a
list of about 60 names.

All bozos in some
way or another,

that have been
connected to The Bergen.

And what I need from
all of you guys,

by next Wednesday, is
every piece of paper

on which any of
these names appear.

(group murmuring)

I mean everything,
old cases, new cases,

cases that never went anywhere.

Surveillance photos,
wire tap ID's.

Gossip, rumor,
I'll take anything.

Diane, you're talking
about hundreds of hours here.

The FBI, excuse
me, maybe I'm talking

to the wrong bunch of guys here.

I mean, I thought
you were the guys

who got bent out
of shape every time

some sleazebag walked
because the DA was too lazy

to make the case.

I thought you were the
guys who bitched to me

about why we try
two-bit hijackers

instead of the bigwig
mob guys they work for.

I thought you were the guys
who wanted all this crap

we go through every day
to finally mean something,

to make a difference.

Well, dumb old me,
maybe I've been workin'

the wrong room here.

Diane's right.

In the two years
she's been here,

she's busted her butt
for every one of us.

She's made cases nobody
else would even touch.

I want you all to know that I
carry only two business cards

in my wallet, my cardiologist,
and Diane Giacalone.

Thanks, Bob.

So, are you with me or not?

John: What do
I gotta do, huh?

I warned this Greek
bastard twice now.

I don't know, Johnny, I--

Hey, if you don't
know, who does, huh?

I sent you over there
twice to ask you

-to shut down his book!
-Johnny, we tried--

Shut up!

I wanna hear from you I'll
tell you, you understand?

So, what do I gotta do,

spell it out for
the two of you, huh?

You go over there, and you
tell that Greek son of a bitch

that if he don't shut down
the book in his deli now,

I'll see to it that it's
shut down permanently.

(glass shattering)

I don't want no
book, no nothin',

operated in my neighborhood
except by me and mine.

And that Greek bastard
definitely ain't me,

and he ain't mine.

And then Willie Boy,
while you're over there,

you pick up some of thatgood salty white cheese

the guy's got,
I forget the name.

Hey, Sammy the Bull,
what do you say?

Hangin' in there, Johnny.

-The family all right?
-Gina's pregnant.

Way to go, Sammy the Bull.

Yeah. (speaking Italian)

Come on, let's take a walk.

So, everything all set
with the Florida people?

Yeah.

And the Colombians?

Yeah, everything's all set.

So what's wrong?

I don't know, John, I'm just
not sure it's the right time.

Why not?

You know Big Paulie, he
says anybody in the family

gets into drugs, he
orders them dead.

I told you, Neil covers
us with Big Paulie, capich ?

Neil's sick, he's got cancer.

What if Neil goes,
then we're naked.

Hey, we're all doin' good,

maybe we just keep
our heads down.

The Colombians
keepin' their heads down?

The Mulignans, they
keepin' their heads down?

Noriega down in Panama,
he keepin' his head down?

Word on the street
is that some bitch

in the U.S. Attorney's Office
is out to get you, Johnny.

Who?

Name's Giacalone.

-Italian?
-Yeah.

An Italian broad's
tryin' to burn me?

(laughing) What's a
matter with these people?

We gotta stick together.

Don't worry, Big Paulie'll
take care of her.

What's the matter?

I don't know, Big
Paulie's not part of this.

He's not part of this?

You mean this bitch is
comin' after me alone?

You and your crew,
and maybe Neil.

So what the hell did
we send all this money

to Big Paulie for, huh?

If it's not to take
care of this crap?

Neil's sick, maybe
Castellano figures--

I know what he figures,

he figures he'll leave
me and Neilie out to dry,

that's what he figures.

Ah, son of a bitch.

♪ ("Silent Night" on piano) ♪

And then Mary looked
up and saw the star,

and lo, it shone its
light all over the world.

(clapping)

Announcer: Thank you for
coming to the Ozone Park

annual Christmas Party,

sponsored by The Bergen
Hunt and Fish Club.

Everybody have fun
at the bazaar now.

Oh, that's beautiful,
you were beautiful.

You did such a good job.

The best, the best one.

When you said your words.

(laughing)

You wanna go win some
teddy bears and stuff?

No?

Aw, come on.

You know something, this
pitchin' arm here never misses.

Please. (laughing)

Easy, slugger.

All right, guys, I'll meet
you back at Mom's, okay?

What are you doin'?

It's early.

I know, but I can't really be

at this Gotti sponsored
thing, it's not right.

Oh, but I wanted
to introduce you

to Mrs. Carlone and Mrs. Russi.

Well, bring them
over for coffee later.

-I love you guys, have fun.
-All right.

You're an angel.

-See ya.
-Bye.

She don't look good.

It's the case, she's
workin' too hard.

Oh, don't worry, Ma,
she'll be all right.

Mmm, from your
lips to God's ears.

Yeah, so what do you say?

Do you want me to
win you a teddy bear?

Yes, I want a teddy bear.

For the little girl.

No, thank you.

What's the matter, you
think you're too good for him?

Well, let me tell you,
Diane, in this neighborhood

Johnny Gotti's a hero.

You don't take nothin',
do you, Miss Giacalone

from the U.S. Attorney's Office.

Miss Giacalone from
Newberry Street.

You shouldn't
be talking to me.

Then don't come to my party.

You're right,
it was a mistake.

Everybody takes 'cause
everybody needs, even you do.

Excuse me?

What did you say?

Gluck, as in good luck.

(laughing)

Are you aware that
you've got a woman

by the name of Diane
Giacalone who's talking about

a RICO prosecution
against the Gambinos?

Well, we understand that
she'll need our cooperation,

but we think maybe the
idea's a little premature.

Not enough manpower.

Well, you do what
you think is right,

but I'm afraid we won't be
able to be of any help to you.

Just wanted to let you know.

Randolph!

Will you step in here
a minute, please?

I appreciate you guys
agreeing to stick with me,

but I think the job just
got tougher, the FBI is out.

Now we can't count on anything
from the bureau, zero, zilch,

any documents, tapes, photos,
we'll have to subpoena

or otherwise arm wrestle for.

And nobody, my boss included,
feels that you can mount

the RICO case without
the FBI, except for me.

I'd like to go ahead,
I'd like to dismantle

The Bergen punk by punk.

But I can't do it alone,

so I need to know how many of
you are gonna stick around.

Anybody who wants to leave,
look, no hard feelings,

I understand, kinda.

But, those of you who
are gonna stay, great,

and those of you who are not,

you know where the door is.

Well, I'm with ya.

Thanks.

Thank you.

All right, let's get going!

(clapping and cheering)

I want Willie Boy Johnson
dropped from your indictment.

He's an informant, isn't he?

I was going over his rap
sheet the other night,

and Willie Boy here's been
arrested for everything

from assault to murder one,

and every kind of dirty business
The Bergen's involved in

Willie Boy is a part of.

And he's only been to jail once.

Is he a snitch or isn't he?

Willie Boy Johnson's
been providing high level

information about
the middle management

of the Gambino Family for years.

(scoffs) But you didn't
feel it was necessary

to inform us of that fact

when Diane started
her investigation?

Tell me, if Willie
Boy is such hot spit,

how come nobody's prosecuted
The Bergen crowd before?

It's none of your business.

I think it is, Ned.

I'll tell you why, the
FBI is more interested

in drawing up
organizational charts

than it is
prosecuting criminals.

So rather than blow Willie Boy,

they let John Gotti and his
thugs do whatever they want.

You're entitled to your
opinion, just drop him.

-No.
-You damn well better!

Take it easy, Ned, she
works for me, not you.

I'll tell you something else,

when I indict his crew, we'll
have to inform their lawyers

that we know that
Willie Boy is a snitch.

Are you crazy,
they'll kill him!

We have to reveal any
evidence which could be helpful

to the defense, it's the law.

All the more
reason to drop him.

I can't, he's everywhere.

He's in on every crime.

You people gave him the
license to extort, to steal,

to kill, you name it!

I want this whole
investigation dropped!

Who do you think you are.

Giacalone, if I
weren't a gentleman

I'd punch your lights out.

-Try it.
-Diane, get out of here now.

What?

I'll take it from here, go on.

Do we still have a case?

Diane, beat it, I mean it!

Did you hear that?

Cassie: Part of it.

Damn the nerve.

Cassie: Are you sure?

About what?

Cassie: Willie Boy.

What about him?

Well, Truscott is
right, they'll kill him.

Oh, you, too?

Oh, Diane, don't
misunderstand me.

Well, what shall
I do, kiss his butt?

I'm not saying you
should do anything.

I'm trying to put away
the scum of the Earth here!

What should I do,
ask them nicey, nicey

to testify against each other?

Diane, I don't know.

Well what the hell
am I supposed to do?

Nothing, you're right!

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

What if he refuses to testify,
do you still have a case?

I don't know.

Okay.

Okay.

(Diane sighing)

(crowd talking)

(chair slamming)

(record scratching)

I just got a
call, a phone call,

a very disturbing
phone call, just now.

It was Sammy the Bull.

And he's worried, 'cause
he thinks I might be

in some kind of trouble.

In the old days, he says to me,

in the old days if a
member of this club

should take a fall for a
nickel, or even a dime,

he figures he'll hit the
bricks in three or four,

so he does his time,
and he holds his water.

But maybe, if, because
of some new business

he does with babange,
he gets say 25.

And Sammy's worried
that this guy's

gonna lose bladder
control and take a piss

on all of his friends.

Willie Boy, what do you think?

About what?

You think anybody here
would do a thing like that?

I don't know,
depends on the guy.

Really?

It depends on the guy.

You mean there could be
a rat in this very room?

In this very room!

Well, take me, for instance.

I would never rat
out a guy, never.

No matter how much
I was lookin' at.

But that's just me,
how I was brought up,

that's just me.

Johnny, you askin'?

Johnny: As a for instance.

You have to ask?

We're just talkin', right?

I've done a lot
of things, Johnny,

a lot of things been done to me,

but I don't piss on my friends.

Word is you've been meeting

with the FBI.

That's a lie.

What is this country
coming to, huh?

When you can't
even trust the FBI.

(laughing)

I got nothin' to say to
you, not now, not ever,

you wanna talk to
me, call my lawyer!

What do we do now?

I haven't the slightest idea.

(phone ringing)

Diane Giacalone.

Luke Coslo : Yeah,
this is Luke Coslo

over at the Brooklyn
DA's office.

We just booked a guy for murderwho's lookin' for a deal.

He wants to sing his head offabout some mob types in Queens.

What's his name?

Argento, Freddy Argento.

Thing is, we got
nothin' to offer him.

Hold on.

We called the
Organized Crime Unit,

but everyone's gone
home for the weekend.

Ditto for the FBI--

Oh, my God.

-Listen, Lou?-Yeah?

Don't move,
don't let him move,

next sound you hear is
me breakin' Mach Two.

Stop lying!

I'm not lying,
get out of my face!

You don't know John
Gotti from Santa Claus!

John Gotti's one of
the finest men I know.

Diane: John Gotti's one
of the finest men you know.

Oh, you heard me.

Diane: That's why
you're chompin' at the bit

to rat on him, right?

Will it get me
out of these faster?

If it's the truth.

Then let's go.

Diane: You're a real slime
bucket, aren't you, Fred?

Ho! You wanna kill me like
you killed Castigliola,

and God knows who else?

I'm your only prayer here,
Freddy, and you know it.

Stop calling me names!

You're a murdering,
lying, drug addict punk.

You treat me
with some respect!

You give me a reason to
treat you with respect!

Let him go.

I can get you John Gotti.

-Prove it.
-(scoffs) What do I get?

Start talking, keep talking,

and if it's the truth,
and it burns Gotti,

you'll get immunity.

What, for anything?

Diane: For anything you say.

All right, let's go.

But you lie to me
once, about anything,

you'll go back in there and
I'll make sure you disappear.

-You got it?
-I got it.

Okay.

Okay, geez, you're a real
tough bitch, aren't you?

You really know how to
charm a girl, don't you?

(scoffs)

This is the testimony
of one Freddy Argento

given of his own free
will on October 9th, 1984.

(envelope sliding)

I first met John
Gotti in 1979,

at Clinton Correctional,
Upstate New York.

He told me all about
whacking some mick

that had kidnapped
Gambino's nephew.

He told me that him
and two other guys

just walked into this
bar in Staten Island,

and whacked this guy
like they was layin' down

a bet at the track.

Me and Johnny got
along pretty good,

so when I got out of Attica
I went by The Bergen Club,

see that's Johnny's
crew headquarters.

He's one of the crew chiefs
for the Gambino Family.

The Gambino Family is divided
into several different crews.

Hey, freeze!

Freddy: See, when you
pull a job for the crew,

or in the crew's neighborhood,

you give a cut of the take to
the crew boss out of respect,

that's John Gotti.

He takes a cut, and
then passes most of it

on up to the Under
Boss, Neil Dellacroce.

Neil takes a cut, and
passes the larger share

on up to the Don, Big
Paulie Castellano.

That's the way every crew works.

-(television playing)
-(door knocking)

Man at door: Who is it?

Cassie: Diane, it's
Cassie, are you all right?

Diane: Yeah, it's
okay, it's my friend.

You can let her in, it's okay.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Diane: Come on in.

-How are you?
-Good, how are you doing?

Okay, do you believe this?

I think it's a good idea.

Why, because
they're out on bail?

They were in the
street last week,

and I didn't have the Herb
Brothers in my living room.

Last week Willie Boy didn't
know you blew his cover.

And last week, you
didn't have Argento.

What's he got to do with it?

Diane, with Freddy, for the
first time you've got a shot,

and they know it.

Ahem.

What?

Glass of water?

This is not working.

Excuse me, gentlemen, I really
appreciate you coming by,

but, when you gotta
go, you gotta go.

-Judge Fisk said--
-I know what Judge Fisk said,

and you can tell him that
I personally threw you out.

Judge said you might do that.

And if you did, you
had to sign this.

-What is it?
-It's an affidavit.

Basically it says if we leave
and you get yourself killed,

it's not our fault.

Deal.

Okay, thank you, I'm really
sorry about the ball game,

it's been swell,
don't come back.

Dumb! (laughing)

Tell me about Dolan,
this guy who's gonna

be our second chair.

Oh, Hank, young
guy, real smart,

terrific legal mind,
you're gonna love him.

Trial experience?

You know, I'm not sure,
but he's a quick study.

Cassandra?

This is his first trial?

You mean our second chair has
never tried a case before?

-No, but it could be fun.
-Fun?

Cassie: I'll
have him up to speed

-in no time
-Diane: Fun?

-at all.
-Diane: This is not fun!

It seems to me you've
got one big problem,

which is how you
explain to a jury

exactly what a RICO
prosecution is.

I mean, when you say
conspiracy to conduct

a continuing pattern
of criminal activity,

it sounds like
legalistic gobbledygook.

Hey, Hank?

If you're gonna continue
to be my co-counsel

I'd like to introduce
you to the pronoun we.

Yeah, think
little piggy, Hank.

Sorry, problem we've got.

It's a business, isn't it?

A crime business, we're
going to prosecute them

because they're running
a crime business.

Cassie: Yeah, that's
good, and it's for profit,

but instead of
selling paper clips

they're selling
protection, or hookers,

or stolen property, or--

Right, and when
they murder someone,

it's to eliminate
the competition,

get a bigger market share.

Yeah, I don't know, it sort
of sanitizes them, doesn't it?

No, it cuts through all the
romantic, mysterious crap.

The Godfather, The
Capo di Tutti Capi,

Al Pacino looking soulful.

They're not romantic, they're
a bunch of money grubbing

little thugs who are
too dumb to make a buck

without hitting
somebody over the head.

Didn't I tell you,
you'd be working

with a cool, dispassionate
professional.

My name is Giacalone,
and I'm proud of it.

I mean, we gave the world
Michelangelo, Da Vinci,

Verdi, Puccini, and it
makes me furious to know

that these cases of arrested
development are Italian, ah!

(people murmuring)

Look, there's Big
Paulie Castellano.

What, am I blind?

Well come on then, we gotta
pay our respects to him.

I'm going in the church,

I came to pay my respects
to Neil, not Castellano.

John, John, where you goin'?

You crazy?

♪ (organ music) ♪

He keeps looking at you.

Sure, he hears footsteps.

Frankie: What are you
talkin' about, footsteps?

I don't like it.

Just do what I
do, look right back.

Think he knows about
the, you know, deals?

Because without Neil, you
know, we're gonna be--

Shut up, Frankie, it don't
matter what Big Paulie knows.

Don't matter? (scoffs)

Johnny, what do you? (scoffs)

Oh, my God, Jesus,
Mary, and Joseph.

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

He's dead.

Diane: Midtown Manhattan,
for God's sake, rush hour?

Nine shopping days
'til Christmas?

What is it, they went
completely nutso.

A week before
Christmas, it's terrible.

You be careful with those thugs.

Arrest them.

I can't.

Only if you think it
could have been Gotti.

-I told you!
-She can't talk about the case.

Come on, can't talk about
the case, please, we're family!

Leave her alone!

-Frank: Who asked you?
-Frankie.

You wanna know the truth?

Who cares, it's that
Big Paulie this,

three finger that, the
next guy's gonna be

just like the last guy,
they'll always be a boss,

and they'll always be the mob!

You don't know what
you're talking about.

-Come on.
-And even if it were true,

does that mean we
don't do anything?

Frank: Maybe, why bother?

Diane: Because
they're an insult!

Frank: An insult to who?

To me, to you, to
Mama, to the girls,

to Eddie the green
grocer, maybe even to God!

Jo: Diane, where
are you going?

Diane: Merry Christmas.

Come back and sit down.

Frankie, what's the
matter with you.

Why'd you have to
upset her like that.

Diane? (sighing)

I make a nice dinner
and look what happens.

(phone beeping)

(phone ringing)

-Hello?
-Diane: Ma?

-Yeah?-Did I wake you?

Oh, no, I was
reading, what is it?

What Frank said at
dinner, you think it's true?

(sighing)

You know, when I
go to the market,

or the doctor's
office, or the park,

I talk to the other women,

they tell me about
their daughters,

how many grandchildren, how
much money their husbands make,

I say to myself,
because I would never

brag out loud, right?

I say, "All right,

"but my daughter,
she makes a difference".

Did I tell you today
how much I love you?

I love you, Mommy.

I love you too, baby.

Goodnight.

Now keep strong.

(sighing)

(car starting)

Man: Are you okay,
Mr. Gotti, are you all right?

Man 2:
Are you all right, Johnny?

All rise.

Be seated, please.

After this morning's violence,

it is evident to me that
the defendants in this case

cannot be left at large.

I'm therefore revoking the
bail of all seven defendants.

-(crowd talking)
-I object!

You are depriving
these defendants

of their Constitutional rights.

Judge: Overruled, you
will be given 72 hours

to turn yourselves in at

the Metropolitan
Correctional Center.

Defendant's lawyer:
I demand to be heard!

Judge: In addition, I'm
adjourning these proceedings

until an anonymous jury can
be (drowned out by people)

(gavel banging)

Court adjourned!

(people talking)

Mr. Gotti, are you the head

of the Gambino Family?

I'm the head of my own
family, my wife and my kids.

Nothing else.

(reporters questioning)

Buy me a juror, I don't care
what it costs, get me one.

Johnny, I'll try,
but it's not so--

Don't try, do it.

(car starting)

Radio announcer: A 49-year-old
unidentified man

went berserk last night,

opening fire with
a 12-gauge shotgun

into a crowded
downtown restaurant.

14 people are dead,
including three children.

Four others suffered
serious injuries.

Police have a
suspect in custody,

and aren't releasing
any information

until they conclude
their investigation.

(tires squealing)

(engine revving)

(screaming)

Diane: Oh, God, oh, God.

(tires squealing)

(glass shattering)

Man: Diane, stop, go man, go.

Diane, are you okay?

Diane: What's
the matter with you?

What are you doing?

Following you.

Diane: Why?

Judge's orders.

Judge's orders?

You could have killed me!

What were you thinking?

Hey, we were just trying
to take care of you.

You're crazy, you're stupid!

I'm gonna kill you!

Okay, think, opening
day in court.

Okay.

Think like a juror.

Okay, I'm thinking
stupid, naive, uninformed--

What's the matter with you?

This is important.

Okay.

What do you think?

Uh.

Too flashy.

Uh.

Too insincere.

Eh.

What, what, stop
with the uhhs!

Cassie: It's great.

You think so?

Yeah, it says, "I
know what I'm doing.

I'm not afraid of
these wise guys,

and you shouldn't be, either".

-Really?
-Really.

I hate it, I'm crazy,
I'm in way over my head,

I don't know what
I was thinking.

Oh, God.

You're gonna be fine,
you got a good case!

You got Argento.

And they'll believe him.

Why wouldn't they?

Because he's a
murderer, a loan shark,

an extortionist, a thief.

And you can prove
every syllable he says.

I can prove.

Or you wouldn't
put him on the stand.

-Or I wouldn't, that's right.
-That's right.

That's right.

So what are you worried about?

(sighing) Nothing.

Good, so you're
all set, right?

Yeah, I'm all set.

I don't like this
dress, I hate it,

I should have never picked red.

Dragon ladies wear red.

Bulls go for red,
what was I thinking?

On May 22nd, 1973,
at 11:00 o'clock at night,

John Gotti and two other
men walked into a bar

in Staten Island, and brutally
executed Jimmy Mcbratney.

John Gotti plead guilty,
and served a prison term

for this crime.

So why am I bringing up
a 13 year old killing?

Why isn't it over and done with?

Because like all
the other crimes

you are going to hear about,

the killing of Jimmy Mcbratney
was not an isolated event,

but part of a 20 year
pattern of criminal activity.

for a crime business
called the Gambino Family.

First we'll prove that the
crimes the defendant's committed

were a part of the Gambino
Family crime business.

Second, we'll show you
surveillance photos

of the defendant's at
their place of business,

The Bergen Social Club.

Third, by electronic
wire taps, bugs,

you will hear the defendants
talk of their crimes.

And finally, by the
testimony of witnesses,

associates of the
defendants who committed

their crimes with them.

This woman, the
prosecutor, the lady in red,

has told you a pack of
lies and half truths.

The truth is that the
government, with its bugs,

and wire taps, and
fancy equipment,

with its informants of nothing
but liars, and murderers,

and dope dealers, is
prosecuting John Gotti

because it doesn't like him.

The government doesn't
like the way he dresses,

the way he talks on the
phone, or his friends!

But my God, in this country,
when you indict people

for their way of life,
there's something wrong!

This indictment is
rotten to the core.

If you make a stew with
bad meat, and bad carrots,

and bad potatoes, and you put
on the fancy wine dressings

that the government
does and call it RICO,

it still stinks, it still
is rancid, it's still rotten,

it still makes you
retch and vomit.

But you can stop it!

You can take this indictment
and put it where it belongs.

(cheering and clapping)

(people murmuring)

(car starting)

Diane: Well,
that was gruesome.

The judge has got
to get control fast,

otherwise it's gonna
turn into a street fight,

-and we know...
-Frank: Diane!

Diane: ...who wins those.

Diane, do you know a
con named Harvey Sanders?

Yeah, he was on the inside
with Argento and the others.

We considered using him,
but couldn't cross check

a single thing that he said.

But he called from the MCC,

says he's got
something to trade.

I have what you might
call a showstopper.

Diane: I'm listening.

I heard Argento say
he's been lying to you.

-You did, huh?
-Mm-hm, about everything.

See, and I thought I'd give this

important piece of information
to you, exclusively.

Not Bennett, or Santangelo,

or any of those other
defense attorneys.

Well, I'm gonna go
to my office now,

and I'm gonna write down
everything that was said here,

and I'm gonna send a copy to
my boss, the U.S. Attorney,

and to each of the
defendant's lawyers.

That ain't too
smart, Miss Giacalone.

Isn't it a lot safer to have
me on the inside pissin' out,

then on the outside pissin' in?

Mr. Sanders, be a hell
of a lot safer for everyone

to keep you on
the inside. Period.

(giggling)

(balls banging)

Thing is, it's a put-up job.

That bitch in the red dress,
she's got it in for Johnny,

has had for years.

Look, I'm not even supposed
to be talkin' to you.

Hey, you're not doin' nothin'.

I'm the one doin'
all the talkin', huh?

Anyway, this is the
figure we had in mind.

More or less, give or take.

I don't know.

Hey, no pressure, you
don't have to decide now.

If you think we can do business,

just wear this handkerchief
in your breast pocket.

It's 100% silk.

You keep it either way.

(people talking)

Judge: Please be seated.

Miss Giacalone, call
your first witness.

Diane: We call Vince Gritti.

See, Johnny said he wanted
to do Carlo this big favor,

because this Mcbratney
that they whacked

kidnapped Manny Gambino,
who is Carlo's nephew.

Diane: We call
Anthony Calabrese.

So the kid brings the envelope

to The Bergen like
he's supposed to,

except there's only
20 big ones in there,

and Johnny knows they
took 750 off of the truck.

Diane: We call Sergeant
Detective Robert Teague.

Number three is
defendant Angelo Laforte.

Number four is John Gotti.

Number five, don't know.

Number six, Gene Gotti.

Number seven, Defendant
Luther Johnson.

Number eight, don't know.

-Number nine, don't know.
-(crowd talking)

Diane: Your honor, I can
hardly hear my witness testify!

May we approach the bench?

No, tell them right here.

Side bar, Your Honor?

(people laughing)

Diane: Your Honor, this
has been going on for weeks,

it's got to stop.

What is she talking about?

You know damn well, the noise.

Your Honor, I will not be
called a bitch in open court.

I didn't hear that.

Well, I heard it.

Gentlemen, I admonish you.

Your Honor, please,
in front of the jury.

Miss Giacalone, the jury will
figure out what's going on.

Now gentlemen, cool it!

(crowd murmuring)

Mmm, where's mine?

You didn't order anything.

I've been ordering the
same thing for five weeks,

Chinese Chicken Salad.

But today, you didn't.

I can take witnesses that lie,

I can take defendants that die,

but I cannot tolerate
the fact that

you didn't order me my
Chinese Chicken Salad!

It's unbelievable!

(laughing and talking)

Diane: He allowed them
to have lunch catered?

What's the big deal?

My God, my jury's
gonna think the mob owns

the building and
everybody in it.

They'll all be gone by the
time the jury comes back.

What are you kidding?

You can smell the garlic
from here to Cleveland.

(gavel banging)

(sighing)

Now Mr. Argento,
you said you were at

The Bergen Hunt and Fish
Club on an almost daily basis

between 1979 and
the middle of 1981.

Is that correct?

Yeah.

Did you see and hear of
any loan sharking business

conducted in and
around The Bergen

during that period of time?

Yeah.

Whom did you see conducting
that loan sharking business?

I seen Johnny, Angelo,
and his brother, Pete.

Genie and Joey, and
the other Johnny,

Willie Boy, and Arnold Pacara.

Indicating the main
defendants, among others.

Yeah.

Mr. Argento do you recall
that in May of this year

you had conversations with me,

and with Paul Travisio, an
investigator that works with me?

Yeah, I recall it.

And in the course of
those conversations,

do you recall saying
that you were locked in,

that if you didn't testify
for the government,

then you had a problem being
prosecuted in other cases?

Angelo: Exactly.

And, that Miss
Giacalone threatened you,

threatened you with the RICO.

Yeah.

Now did you also indicate
to us that the image

that Miss Giacalone
presents in the courtroom

has nothing to do with reality.

Now, in your own
words, not mine,

and I apologize to the jury,

I see her outside the
courtroom, and she's a slut!

(people laughing)

Did you say that?

I might have said that, yeah.

(people laughing)

Defendant's lawyer: I
have no more questions.

Judge: Court adjourned
until tomorrow morning.

Judge: All rise.

(crowd cat-calling)

Don't you touch her, you
keep your hands off her!

(typewriter clacking)

Judge: Be seated, please.

Judge: Is the defense ready?

Defendant's lawyer:
Yes, Your Honor.

The defense calls
Harvey Sanders.

(door closing)

Lawyer: Raise your right hand.

You see, she told
me it didn't matter

if I knew him, or
I didn't know him.

If I lied or if I didn't lie.

She said that if I
was willing to lie,

that she would fix
up what I had to say,

and I would work with her,

and she would work
on gettin' me out.

Defendant's lawyer:
So you did.

Mm-hmm, yeah, sure.

Defendant's lawyer:
What happened then?

Well she went ahead
with the whole deal.

I mean she wanted
to frame Mr. Gotti

and anybody else
on trial with him.

She said she had
other witnesses,

she was gonna put me
with them, Argento.

Did you tell her
you knew nothing about

the predicate act alleged
in this indictment?

Okay, see, well,
what happened is, see,

I went along with her to
a certain point, okay?

But actually, her putting me
with Argento did more damage

to her getting me to go along
with her lies than anything else

because Argento had already
implicated to me

that practically everything
he was saying was a lie.

Hmm, she gave me
everything I wanted.

Ha, I mean, everything.

She even gave me her
own panties with which

to facilitate myself
with. (giggling)

When I wanted to
get laid, she said,

"I couldn't possibly get a
woman in there with you".

So I said, "How about
a police chick?"

Mmm, and she started
laughin'. (giggling)

And she reached into the
bottom drawer of her desk,

and she threw her panties at me.

(people laughing)

Defendant's lawyer:
I have no more questions.

Judge: Does the government
have any cross examination?

Yes, Your Honor.

Mr. Sanders, where
did this transfer

of underwear take place?

You remember, Diane,
it was in your office.

What kind of desk do
I have, Mr. Sanders?

A desk.

Is it metal or wooden?

I don't remember.

Diane: And the chair
you were sitting in?

Was that metal or wooden?

I don't remember.

(people laughing)

Diane, what is he handing you?

You gonna ask the
question or what?

I mean, Grandma was slow,
but she was old, ya know?

Let's go.

How many windows in my office?

Two.

One on this wall,
and one on this wall?

No, two on each
wall, I meant four.

What are you holding there?

How many doors in my office?

One.

And are my walls painted,
paneled, wallpapered?

Painted. (laughing)

Mr. Sanders, would it
surprise you to learn

that my office is wood paneled.

No, I remember now.

Diane: Would it
surprise you to learn

that I have two doors
in my office and not one

as you've just said?

Diane, you're lying to me
now, no office has two doors.

(people murmuring)

Would it surprise
you, Mr. Sanders,

to learn that I have only
two windows in my office,

and not four as
you've just said?

Stop mixing me up.

Mr. Sanders, were
you ever in my office?

Mr. Sanders: That's where
you threw your panties at me.

Were you ever in my
office, Mr. Sanders?

That's where you
threw your panties.

What floor is it on?

What does it look
like in the hallways?

Do you have to turn right
or left to enter my office?

I don't remember that stuff.

(people murmuring)

Is my secretary
a man or a woman?

Let me see those pictures.

Is there a kitchen,
is there a library?

-May I
-(men talking)

look at the pictures, please?

(men arguing)

No more questions for
this witness, Your Honor.

(men arguing)

Judge: Order in the court!

(men arguing)

Diane: Ladies and gentlemen,

the first question to be
addressed is whether or not

the Gambino Crime Family exists,

or is it a fantasy?

That is what Mr. Bennett said
in his opening statement,

that it was a fantasy.

The evidence, ladies
and gentlemen,

show that it is not a fantasy,

but a frightening reality.

And you and I have been
here for the past six months

because these men are a part
of the Gambino Crime Family.

As the judge will instruct you,

the burden of proof
is on the government,

and I have taken you through
that proof step by step.

But what has been the
defense in this case?

Harvey Sanders?

Harvey Sanders testified,
among other things,

that the prosecutors
told him to lie,

that I told him to lie.

They've attacked the
credibility of virtually

every government witness.

You heard Harvey Sanders,

and then you heard all the
government witnesses say

it was Harvey Sanders who lied.

Who do you believe?

Because that was the defense.

Everyone lied, everyone
was willing to compromise

their integrity,
not just one person,

or two people, everyone?

Yo, can you talk
a little louder?

We can't hear all the lies
your telling the jury.

(men laughing)

Don't worry, honey,
you're doin' just fine.

Ladies and
gentlemen of the jury,

you may retire to
consider your verdict.

(people talking)

Will you listen to
what I'm telling you?

Mrs. Fabritzio's son is a judge,

he said it was
the best summation

he had heard in 20 years.
A judge!

If it's the compressor,
I think we should just

buy you a new refrigerator,
it doesn't pay to fix it.

(machine whirring)

You like the white ones
or the pastel ones?

Personally, I think
the pastels are tacky.

Is it all right
if I ask you about

any man you might
be seeing, hmm?

Also, I think we
should get the one

with the automatic ice
maker in the front.

Maybe you could give
me a list of topics

I'm allowed to talk about, huh?

Major appliances.

I'm tellin' you,
everybody's so sure

it's gonna be a conviction,

I oughta lay two to one just
to get a bet down, ya know?

But, what are you gonna do?

It's not about makin' a killin',

it's about supporting
my sis, right?

Right?

So, tell me, it's
a lock, ain't it?

It's all locked up, right?

Okay, okay, just
answer me one question.

How come you keep
your underwears

in your office drawer?

What's the matter with
you talking like that.

Diane, that was
supposed to be a joke.

-It's not funny!
-Diane, please.

Diane: It's not a joke!

Diane, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, Diane!

Diane, Diane, Diane,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

(crying) You're my brother,
you're my only brother.

Those jerks, those
dirty rotten jerks.

Judge: All rise, please.

Please be seated.

Will the defendants
please rise.

Please read the verdicts.

We the jury, in the case
of defendant John Gotti,

count one, conspiracy, find
the defendant not guilty.

(cheering)

Count two, find the defendant,
John Gotti, not guilty.

(cheering)

(Diane sighing)

No beer.

(people murmuring)

So, somebody was supposed to
buy some beer for this party?

Oh, that is my fault.

I was just about to
order some when we heard

the jury was coming
in, I'm sorry.

It's okay, I'll do it.

No, no, sit
down, let me do it.

I'll do it.

But I want to.

It's okay, I'll do it.

Hey, hey, I got news!

I've had about all
the news I can take

for one day, thank
you very much.

Well, it's not really
news, more like gossip.

But it's all over the building!

A fix was in.

Diane: I knew it!

One of the jurors, one of
the jurors (talking quietly)

Diane, did you hear that?

They're saying Gotti
bought a juror.

Diane, that
explains everything,

you made a brilliant
case, it was inconceivable

this jury should
come in not guilty!

Well, now we know why.

No!

I don't believe it,
and I won't believe it.

What are you saying?

I put seven years in on
this case, seven years.

Witnesses, depositions,
motions, more motions,

typing transcripts until
two in the morning.

Fighting, yelling,
begging, pleading.

Seven years!

But we lost, okay?

The jury didn't believe
our witnesses, it happens.

It's part of the system.

And juries come in
wrong all the time.

But if it was fixed?

If they bought the jury?

Well, we never had a chance.

Those seven years we put
in was a waste of time--

David: I don't buy
that, I just don't buy it.

David, somebody
else'll nail Gotti.

He's stupid, he's arrogant,
and somebody'll put him away.

Gotti's not important.

The juror who took the
money, oh, he's important.

Because he lets Gotti exist,

and he's the one who
brings down the system.

And that's what this case
was from the very beginning,

the system versus the street.

And if they bought the jury,

the street won, and
the people lost.

Voiceover: In May of 1992,
largely on the testimony

of government witness
Sammy "the Bull" Gravano,

John Gotti was convicted
of multiple crimes.

He is currently
serving a life sentence

in the federal prison
at Marion, Illinois.

The foreman of the 1987 jury,

which acquitted him, was
indicted and convicted

of accepting a
65,000 dollar bribe.

Harvey Sanders was
found guilty of perjury.

In 1988, Wilford
"Willie Boy" Johnson,

the defendantand FBI informant,

having refused federal
protection, was murdered.

Diane Giacalone moved to thePolitical Corruption Unit

of the United States
Attorney’s Office.

In 1990, she left
public service.