Find Me Guilty Page #5

- Now you know.

You know, Nick, I don't know why

you're giving me such a hard time.

- I love these guys.

- Stop with the love sh*t,Jackie.

You're so full of sh*t. What, because

we're from the same neighborhood?

I didn't trust you when you was a kid.

I don't trust you now.

What the f*** are you talkin' about?

You got no reason to say that.

I got no reason?

I got no f***in' reason?

I see you up there

kissin' ass so you can walk.

You'll suck cock to walk.

You're the f*ggot, not Bellman.

Now, why don't you

get the f*** out of here?

What, do I stutter?

- Coffee, sir?

- Salami on ham.

Agent Kerry...

you conducted

many hours of surveillance...

on each one of these defendants...

- on trial here today, correct?

- I did.

And did the F.B.I. conclude...

that an organized crime family

existed in northern New Jersey...

- under the leadership of Nick Calabrese?

- 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. Uh, you could see

a large, private dining room at the back.

The doors were open, and two very...

well, heavyset gentlemen

in tuxedoes 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 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 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 Kerry.

- Mr. Klandis?

- No questions, Your Honor.

Mr. Novardis?

I have nothing for this witness,

Your Honor.

- There are no further questions.

- I'd like to ask him something.

- Mr. DiNorscio.

- Thank you, Your Honor.

Mr. Kerry, I was wondering

about something.

Could you tell all of us how you knew that

those men in that restaurant was Italian?

Well, it- Uh.

I- You know, I guess that-

Hey, they all looked Italian to me.

- Wow.

- You know...

with the hand gestures and the back

slapping and the kissing and everything.

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.

- You speak Italian?

- No.

No?

Could you hear them

talking in Italian?

No, I was too far away.

See, I-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 Calabrese

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, "'Cause they were all drunk,

vomiting all over the floor. "

Objection, Your Honor.

Badgering the witness.

- Mr. DiNorscio.

- No, it's all right,Judge.

Look, Mr. DiNorscio. 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 a**hole,

looks likes an a**hole...

chances are it's an a**hole.

Objection. This behavior cannot be tolerated.

Mr. DiNorscio, I am fining you

$5,000 for contempt of court.

That's what I got, Your Honor.

I got contempt for this court.

You should've stopped him before

with all the Italian sh*t.

You are now fined 10,000.

Wanna try for 15?

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. Jackie.

Jerk-off, don't

say my name ever again.

You say my name again,

I'll cut your f***in' heart out.

I've done it before.

I'd be thrilled to do it again.

Jackie, what-

what the f*** 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.

F*** him. He ain't the jury.

What the f*** could he do?

Jackie, your ignorance is

second only to your arrogance.

Mr. Klandis, how do you think

Mr. DiNorscio's behavior...

is affecting the jury's relationship to

your client and the other defendants?

- Your Honor-

- Don't say a word, Mr. DiNorscio.

Not a word.

Mr. Klandis.

He's clearly a disruptive force.

- Mr. Kierney.

- He undermines the authority of your court.

And if I may say so, you'd never permit

such behavior from a regular attorney.

See any solution?

If he were just the defendant, you could put him

in another room. They both 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. Klandis?

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, we ready for the jury?

Judge.

Yes, Mr. DiNorscio?

Can I talk to you?

I wanna 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, and I faced a lot of them.

Okay, well, thank you,

Mr. DiNorscio.

I was out of line before.

I agree I should be held in contempt.

All right. Bring in thejury.

Jurors,jurors, will you please take

your seats as quickly as possible?

What's going on? You all right?

What's the matter?

I need an opening. Break this up,

here. Come on. E.M.T.

There you go.

There you go. Okay.

I need some room.

I need some room, guys.

Please, give me some room.

Can you breathe?

Watch his head.

Watch his head.

- Bring him all the way up, all the way up.

- Is he in trouble?

You're gonna be all right,

Tommy. Don't worry.

The paramedics are gonna take care of you.

Nappy, want me to call your mother?

Nappy.

All right. Nappy.

Okay.

There, uh, won't be any test results

before Friday, maybe even Monday.

So let's adjourn

until we get-

Your Honor, this trial

is over 11 months old.

We haven't even reached

the halfway mark in our presentation.

Mr. Kierney, I'm not used

to being interrupted.

You are the one who handed in

a witness list of more than 89 people...

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