Shakedown Page #5

Yeah, why wouldn't she, sure?

Don't be so sure, Dalton.

Women aren't stupid.

I wanted to tell her.

I wanted to but then her

dad showed up for lunch.

Oh, so your guts dried up in the face

of Daddy Warbucks.

Now is this gonna be some kind of

female territorial doo wop?

You know, you really piss me off.

Here we go.

This isn't about me.

This is about you.

Yeah, I'm a woman and

I'm jealous, so what?

This is about you and who you are

and who you really wanna be.

You know, you really

lose the best of yourself

when you're around the gold.

And now here we are one year ago

back in the hi jive, self realization bit.

So you're gonna take 14 years of legal aid

and chuck it out the window?

You just don't get it, do you?

I mean you got me in

some kind of retrograde

Clarence Derryl or something I mean,

but you just don't get it.

You keep thinking I'm leaving legal aid

because I wanna be somewhere else?

I'm out of here babe,

because it's kicking the life

out of me, see?

Day in and day f***ing

out with the scumbags

and the jerkoffs and the sex creeps

and the freaks and the killers, goddammit.

I can't live in it anymore.

And god forbid I get one, somebody,

just one somebody who's

innocent and I can't prove it

so instead of risking a loss,

I got to plea bargain his ass.

So he doesn't do eight years of hard time.

He ends up only doing one

in Attica with the rest

of the human puke but that

doesn't matter anyway.

Because after one year in that nightmare,

his life is over.

And so what if I want things, Susan?

People want sh*t, you know?

I want things.

I know, life's a b*tch, huh, Roland.

Why do you think it's so

goddamn manifest destiny

for me to be picking

sh*t with the chickens

the rest of my life?

Because you love it.

You love it to death.

And of everything you do

it's the thing you do best.

Now Mr. Mistrangelo, you

stated that you owned

and operated a reputable, honest, exotic

automobile business, right?

Yes I did.

The Casadoro Custom Car Emporium, correct?

That's right.

Sounds like a brothel in Tangeres.

Objection.

Sustained.

You also stated that

officer O'Leary purchased

a customized Turbo Porsche Cabriolet.

Right.

And that he paid 87,300 dollars for it?

Right.

How did he pay for it?

Cash.

He paid cash.

And did you give him a warranty?

No.

Did you give him a receipt?

No.

So in fact, there is no record

of this actual transaction.

Well we have some records.

But we recently moved locations

and they got lost in the shuffle.

So you would just have this court

take your word for it that

this actually occurred?

Well it's the truth.

Oh and you would tell the truth

because you're an honest

and reputable man.

Objection, your honor.

The District Attorney

is obviously badgering

and ridiculing this witness.

Overruled.

Isn't it a fact that

on February 10th, 1984,

you were convicted of trafficking

interstate stolen automobiles?

Objection, your honor.

Sustained.

Miss Cantrell.

No more questions.

Your honor, at this time,

I would like to call

as my last witness the

defendant Michael Jones.

Will the defendant please rise?

Approach the witness box.

Swear him in.

Do you swear to tell the

truth, the whole truth

and nothing but the

truth, so help you god?

I do.

For the record, state your

full name, your occupation,

and where you live.

Michael Ezekiel Jones.

I'm a drug dealer.

I live in Riker's Island prison.

The witness may take the stand.

Michael Jones.

Michael Ezekiel Jones.

Now Michael, would you

tell us in your own words

exactly what happened

to you on Friday night

October the ninth, approximately 10 p.m.

in Central Park near the West Side

61st street pedestrian tunnel?

I was selling drugs.

White guy came up to me.

Asked to buy lightning.

The stuff you call crack.

I told him I have some.

He said he only had big bills.

Said I had plenty change.

He reached into his jacket.

And instead of pulling out his wallet,

he pulled out a gun!

He looked at me in my eye

and said, goodbye nigga.

I thought he was gonna kill me.

I didn't know he was no cop.

I went for my gun.

He fired, I fired.

I remember getting hit.

But I don't remember no more.

I uh,

I was one of the first two cops

to come upon the Dan O'Leary death scene.

I'm the one that booked the evidence.

The black kid's ghetto

blaster, when I found it

was in the record position.

You listen to the tape?

No.

I've heard rumors.

I don't even wanna know if they're true.

Why you telling me this now?

One of the cops that got

killed in Times Square

by that skell you finally got,

was my brother.

You have any idea what's gonna happen

if I give this information

to the defense attorney?

A lot of brother officers

are gonna go down

in the investigation this thing causes.

Yeah, this is police officer Marks.

I got an emergency call for

defense attorney Roland Dalton.

Mr. Jones.

Have you ever been arrested

for selling crack before?

Yeah.

And when you were

arrested, was the officer

wearing a uniform or street clothes?

Street clothes.

And also when you were arrested,

did he pull out his badge and say hello,

I'm a police officer?

Or did he try to buy some

drugs and make a deal?

Your honor, excuse me,

I request a personal emergency recess.

Your honor, I object to

this transparent ploy.

Excuse me, your honor, I know it seems

hideously contrived except I request

an emergency personal recess.

Well, it's ten minutes to four.

This court recess until nine

o'clock tomorrow morning.

Oh wait!

Gail!

What, Gail, hi.

Richie Marks is waiting for me.

He's got some things.

I got to talk to you about something.

I got to talk to you.

There's something very

important I have to tell you.

Wait.

I'm pregnant.

Isn't that great?

Really?

Yeah.

Oh wow.

Gail, this is great.

I threw up this morning.

You did?

Richie Marks is waiting

for me with the thing.

No, sweetie, tonight.

Bye.

Get your hands off me!

I'm just gonna get some band aids.

Sergeant, my name is Roland Dalton,

I'm from legal aid.

I got a court order here giving me access

to your evidence room.

Did you hear me?

Well can you read, this is a court order.

Up the f***ing stairs!

Thanks.

Evidence room.

Dalton's coming up.

All right, thanks.

Yo, I got a court order

here that grants me access

to certain evidence in

the Jones-O'Leary case.

This is a court order.

Christ, it's a shame.

My key just broke off on the lock.

It did?

Well I don't suppose between

you and the putz downstairs,

you got a pair of bolt cutters.

Well maintenance does but

they knock off at five.

You have to come back in the morning.

In the morning, huh?

Yeah.

Thanks.

You know, you cops,

you're the best that money can buy.

Thank you, have a nice day.

So what were you looking for?

True love, isn't that what

we're all looking for?

That's cute.

That's very cute.

You're a tough guy, huh?

What were you looking for?

I think I wish to speak to my lawyer.

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