Find Me Guilty Page #6

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.

A defendant is sick and he is gonna get

a fair shake in my courtroom, understood?

The clerk will notify you about our next

meeting. Have a good night, gentlemen.

Nappy Napoli.

How do you like that?

- Boy, oh, 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 sh*t.

You're an ignorant slob.

You look good.

You got everything you need?

You're okay on money?

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 it's a fart in a hurricane.

- How's your mama doing?

- She looks 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?

Things change.

Okay. First, about Mr. DiNorscio.

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 wanna go through this again?

No.

So he stays.

But I promise you this,

Mr. DiNorscio.

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.

- Make yourself more interesting.

Now, look, goddamn it.

We're a year in.

This trial is going forward.

Monday, 10:
00 a. m.

Hey, there's Tommy Napoli!

- I'm glad to see youse guys.

- Look at these shoes.

All rise.

Nappy Napoli can't rise.

Is it all right if he stays layin' down?

Mr. DiNorscio.

Be seated.

You can see their 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 in their cars and left...

nine hours later at 4:00 a. m.

Agent Petraki, 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 rubouts, 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. DiNorscio?

- Mr. Petraki, 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 Carlo.

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. Petraki.

I prepared him, Sean.

It's my fuckup. I feel like hell.

Don't worry about it. We got Compagna

coming up. He's our clincher.

Here's what happens when Jackie cross-examines

him. It's guinea versus guinea.

In 30 seconds,Jackie Dee will be

screaming at him. I guarantee it.

And I make my motion

to separate that f***.

Finestein has to grant it.

He's committed.

- Ladies. Gentlemen.

- Is this a bad day-

- Hiya, Pop.

- How you doing?

Well, I'm doing okay.

How's Mom doin'?

Oh, some days good,

some bad, you know.

Not to worry, all right?

Not to worry.

I mean...

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 wouldn't count on it.

Listen,Jackie.

I'm sorry, you know.

I- I never wanted this for you.

If it was good enough for you,

it was good enough for me.

You're doing great.

- Did you see me?

- Did I see you? Every day.

- Did you see the people laughing?

- You're terrific.

I really mean it. You know,

you could be a TV show.

Three of the jurors

almost fell out of their chairs.

I know it. I know.

You're fantastic.

Mr. McQueen,

please state your occupation.

- Undercover agent for the F.B.I.

- And your assignment?

My job was to penetrate

the Mascarpone crew...

under the alias name Carl Cassio...

to determine the extent of organized crime

control of the New Jersey seaports.

And how long were you undercover?

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?

I saw scams, heard discussions

about everything...

from stolen cars, stolen bonds,

to bootlegged 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-

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