Mr. Nice Page #8
Please answer the question.
- Could you repeat the question, please?
- Yes.
- Now we're getting somewhere.
- Mr Malik,
what was your role in the Marks cartel?
- Guilty.
- Who did you take your orders from?
- Guilty.
- Your Honour...
This behaviour
will not be tolerated in my court.
In your opinion, Mr Lane, would you say
that this business constituted
a drugs organisation with a hierarchy?
Most definitely.
And was there somebody
at the top of this hierarchy?
- Yes.
- Who would that be, Mr Lane?
Could you please point
to the head of this cartel?
For the record, I'd just like to point out
that he's addressing Mr Marks.
Yes, we have that on the record, thank you.
And in your understanding, Mr Combs,
who was it you were actually dealing with
in the Marks cartel?
Would you mind pointing to Mr Marks,
Mr Howard Marks?
For the record, your Honour,
I'd like to point out who he's pointing to.
Yes, we have that on the record, thank you.
Would you mind pointing to Mr Marks?
Uhh...does the defence have any questions
for this witness?
No.
No physical contact.
You may hold hands. You have 20 minutes.
Hello, love.
What's wrong with your hands?
It's just...
It's just an allergy or something. Stress.
Are you OK?
There's a problem. With the kids.
Wh...
Asha's boyfriend's become a junkie.
- He spends his time beating them.
- No.
They've left little Patrick locked in his room.
No. No. No.
Amber said he threatened her
if she opened the door.
- No, no.
- She screamed and screamed.
No, no, no.
But it's all right now. It's all right.
- But I need to be with them.
- I know. I know you do.
Please.
- They need me.
- I know, Judy. I know.
Come on, Howard.
Come on, plead guilty.
Plead guilty and we'll let Judy go home.
You've gotta stop using her like this.
Think of your children.
The pain....they're suffering.
Then again,
I couId aIways appear to cooperate.
Have you heard of a man
named James McCann?
F***ing Christ.
Stop my f***ing car?
You don't know
who you're f***ing dealing with!
I'm the Kid! Look at the Kid go!
Got you covered.
- Hands in the air!
- Don't make a move.
I am Captain James McCann
of the Provisional Irish Republican Army.
And I am surrendering
to tools of the British Empire,
and I demand the status of prisoner of war.
This'll be a grand story
in the bars on St Paddy's Day, fellas, eh?
How you helped out the f***ing Brits!
I'm the Emerald Pimpernel!
This is the case of the United States
versus Howard Marks,
I see that Mr Marks is present.
Would the defendant please rise?
Mr Marks, federal statutes
prohibit trafficking in marijuana.
I have taken an oath to administerjustice,
and to perform all duties
agreeable to the laws of the United States.
So, even if I were, uh, to agree
that the laws concerning
the use and sale of marijuana
were inappropriate, even foolish,
I would have to abide by them
until Congress has repealed them.
I impose the following sentence.
As to Count One of the indictment,
for a term of ten years.
As to Count Two of the indictment,
a term of fifteen years.
Sentences to run consecutively,
for a total of twenty-five years.
Case is dismissed.
Doing time began to get hard.
l'd been down for four years
and l had more than another twelve to do,
as seemed certain
I wouId be denied paroIe.
Judy couIdn't wait for me that Iong.
No one could.
At the age of 60,
l would re-enter the world,
skint, full of hate,
and compIeteIy unempIoyabIe and useIess.
I wouId be oId and ugIy.
No one wouId want to shag me.
l caught shingles
and had several bouts of flu.
Smoke and phIegm fiIIed my Iungs.
l couldn't piss properly.
I couIdn't bend my Ieft Ieg.
I had pains everywhere.
Abscesses fiIIed my gums.
Jesus Christ!
God! Make it f***ing stop!
Please.
Please help me. Please help me.
Please help me.
Shh!
Oh, f***ing hell.
I can't feel a f***ing thing.
Daddy...
Daddy's coming...
Daddy...
l was given the job
of teaching EngIish grammar
to prisoners studying
their General Education Diploma.
Most of my pupiIs were Iooking at
the rest of their life behind bars.
An inmates' teacher, if not cautious,
couId find himseIf regarded
as a semi-hack orjaiIhouse snitch.
I was scared,
Never show your fear.
you can call me Howard.
And so I became the jaiIhouse Iawyer.
I wrote to congressmen, judges, Iawyers,
had some successes,
got convictions overturned.
To whom it may concern...
US Immigration wouId not aIIow Judy
back into the country to visit me
because she had a conviction.
But that couId not stop the kids.
I thought Amber was Judy.
When I finaIIy saw Francesca,
she Iooked Iike my memory of Myfanwy.
Myfanwy wanted to share
her sixteenth birthday with me.
I had five days of heavenIy visits.
l loved them so much.
Since he joined the education programme,
these kids, some got out.
Even those that are staying
have learned to read, to write...
There was no reason whatsoever
to think that anything had changed
with respect to the big dope deaIers
never being granted parole.
But I went through the motions
and turned up in the prison
paroIe hearing rooms
to present my case
on the Iast day of January 1995.
Mr Marks, due to evidence that
the recommendation you spend
the majority of your sentence
in the UK was ignored,
because of pleadings by the DEA
for you to remain in Terre Haute
your sentence has turned out harsher
than the court originally intended.
In light of this, I am recommending to the
United States Regional Parole Commission
for you to be released on parole
on March 20th.
Thank you.
C-Can I call home please?
It's OK.
Like I said, are there any plain-clothes
policemen in the audience tonight?
Thank f*** for that.
Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me
Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me
RoII another one
Just Iike the other one
You've been hoIding onto it
And I sure wouId Iike a hit
Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me
Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me
RoII
Another one
Just Iike the other one
That one's just about done to the end
So come on, be a real friend
Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me
Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me
Come on, everybody, now.
Sing along now
Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me
Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me
Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me
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