Find Me Guilty Page #7

- If Mr. Novardis will stop repeating himself...

- hearsay, hearsay!

- Oh, please.

- we'll get beyond hearsay.

Go on, Mr. Kierney...

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 DiNorscio had introduced me

to his cousin, Tony Compagna.

Compagna had real troubles-

cocaine, booze.

Talked too much,

he earned too little.

I was with him one day when he delivered

over $7,000 to Mr. Calabrese in a paper bag.

And how did you know the amount?

He asked me to count it for him,

'cause 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.

They was kinda greasy.

It was the only bag I got. "

And Mr. Calabrese says,

"You cocksucker.

"You give me greasy money again,

you'll owe me twice as much.

Now get the f*** outta 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

short-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. Compagna

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. Compagna...

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.

No reason to stop now.

Okay, Carl.

- Do you carry your gun on you at all times?

- Yes.

You're not gonna shoot me

if I ask you the wrong question, are you?

I assure you,Jackie, the thought of

shooting you never crossed my mind.

Well, that's good.

Just keep your hands on the rail

where I can see them anyway.

Your Honor, we're either in

a serious trial here, or we're not.

Mr. DiNorscio must know the

consequences ofhis behavior by now.

You get him good. This f***-head is

turning it into a f***in' vaudeville story.

- Calm down, Nick.

- Mr. DiNorscio, proceed.

Now, you knew my father, right?

Met him six years ago. He threatened me

at the New Brunswick courthouse.

- Pop, would 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 was his idea we go get

some liquor for your father.

We stopped, bought some.

He picked up some for himself.

I had no intentions of ever abusing

your brother's problem.

But you're an F.B.I. agent.

You're an F.B.I. 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.

Is the sun ever gonna come out?

It'll burn off, sweetheart.

Don't you worry.

F***in'- F***in'Jackie got his ass

handed to him yesterday.

Oh, first f***in' time

I found myself rootin' for a fed.

That f***in' douche bag's

gonna leave us hangin'. Trust me.

- I think you're wrong, Nick.

- Who the f*** are you to think I'm wrong?

I can think you're wrong, Nick.

It's a free country.

Hey, sh*t for brains,

if it's so f***in' free...

how come we're over a year in the trial, and

they're still holding our bail money, huh?

You're such a f***in'smart guy,

answer me that. Look at this-gin.

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.

Oh, yeah, how do you know

all that sh*t, Carlo?

What do you think, I wanna be

ignorant all my life like you?

I'm interested

in the great Italians.

- He was Italian?

- Oh, f*** you, ignoramus.

- He was a fag.

- Get the f*** outta here.

Nah, nah. He was a fag,

am I right, Carlo?

You're right, Nick.

How'd you know?

My great-grandfather f***ed him.

You're somethin'else, Nick.

So, Mr. Kraus, when did you become

a cooperating witness for the F.B.I.?

I got arrested for drugs.

The feds go talk to my lawyer,

and he comes to me and he says, "Charley"-

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

the side rails on his bed?

Yeah, Mr. DiNorscio?

May I have a sidebar, Your Honor?

- My marshals-

- Hey, hey, wait for me,Jackie.

My marshals have been giving me

a hard time for weeks now.

Everybody gets to eat what they want,

and not me. I gotta eat what they bring me.

I ordered, uh, creamy peanut butter,

and they brought me chunky.

Please, Mr. DiNorscio,

this isn't my department.

Take it up at M.C.C.

Lunch. Hour and a half.

He's facing life, and all that stupid

bastard can think about is lunch.

Yeah, lunch on this, counselor.

Tell me,Jackie, which is easier...

jerkin' off in your cot

or sittin' up in your chair?

I like to rub around in my chair.

Yeah, I figured. That's why I had it removed.

- You mother-

- Jackie, what are you doing?

You cocksucker,

you took my f***in' chair?

- I'll f***in' kill you! He took my chair!

- What are you doing?

- You're gonna ruin everything.

- That's how come I can't sleep at night.

Okay? You swing at him in this courthouse,

Judge Finestein 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?

I'm telling you something, Klandis.

He says another thing to me, I swear

to God, I'm gonna f***in' crack him.

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

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