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...tie two or three of us together...

...and make the other watch as they pulled down their pants and f***ed'em.

I got a decision to make.

I only pray it's the right one.

It will be, Father... whichever way you go.

Good night.

So, you were sitting down, you were having dinner...

...and two men entered McHale's, correct?

Did you see them as they approached the table where Mr. Nokes was sitting?

I noticed it, yes.

Did you hear what was said between them?

-Did you see them pull out their guns? -No.

-Did you hear the shots? -Yes, I heard the shots.

And what did they do? What was their behavior after the shooting?

They walked out of McHale's as if nothing had happened.

And at that time, Mrs. Salinas, did you see their faces clearly?

Yes. I looked up as they walked away.

-Are you positive? -Yes, very positive.

Are the two men you saw at McHale's in this room today?

Yes, they are.

Could you point them out to the jury, please?

They're sitting right over there.

Your Honor, will the record reflect that Mrs. Salinas has identified defendants...

...John Reilly and Thomas Marcano as the two men in question.

Noted.

Thank you. No further questions.

Counsel, are you ready to proceed?

Yes, Your Honor, we are.

Good morning.

I just have a few questions. I won't take too much of your time, Mrs. Salinas.

You stated that you only had wine to drink with dinner. Is that correct?

Are you sure about that? Are you sure that was all you had, one bottle of wine?

Yes, a bottle of red Chianti.

Had you anything to drink prior to that?

What do you mean "prior"?

At lunch...maybe did you have anything to drink at lunch?

Yes, I did.

What did you have to drink?

I went shopping, and I stopped at a place on Madison Avenue...

-...for some lunch. -See, I didn't ask you where you went.

I asked you what you had to drink at lunch?

-A martini. -And what else?

Probably some wine.

Yes, and how many glasses of wine did you have to drink?

One glass, maybe two.

-Closer to two? -Yes, probably two glasses.

It's like pulling teeth.

I should've pinned the questions to his shirt.

And tell me, then at dinner you...

Strike that.

What time, Mrs. Salinas, did you have lunch?

Objection, Your Honor!

What Mrs. Salinas did on the day of the murder...

...has nothing to do with what she saw on the night of the murder.

How much she had to drink does, Your Honor.

Overruled!

Mrs. Salinas, what time did you have lunch?

About one-thirty.

And what did you have for lunch?

It was a while ago. Probably a salad.

I like to eat a little light in the day.

A martini, two glasses of wine and a salad, is that correct?

Yes, that's right.

And then you had wine at dinner, about hours later, is that correct?

Yes, that's right.

How much wine did you have to drink...

...by the time my clients allegedly walked into McHale's?

-Two glasses. -Would you say that four glasses of wine...

...and a martini within a -hour period is a lot for you to drink?

Yes, it is.

Have you ever heard a gun fired, prior to the night in question?

How would you describe the sound?

It was loud. Like fireworks loud.

-Did the sound frighten you? -Very much.

Did you close your eyes?

At first...until the shooting stopped. Then I opened them.

Did you think the men who were shooting were going to kill everybody in McHale's?

Well, I really didn't know what to think. I just knew that the man had been shot.

Did you think you might be shot dead by the two cold-blooded killers?

Yes, I did.

Yet, despite that fear, despite that risk to your life...

...you looked at their faces as they left?

-Yes, I did. -Is that correct?

Yes, I did.

Did you look at their faces? Did you really...

...really look, Mrs. Salinas?

I glanced at them when they walked by, but I did see them!

You...glanced? You didn't look?

I saw them!

You glanced at them, Mrs. Salinas. You glanced at them through the eyes...

...of a very frightened woman who maybe had too much to drink.

-Objection, Your Honor. -There is no need, Your Honor.

I have no further questions.

Thank you, Mrs. Salinas. You may step down.

It was :
on Sunday morning.

Frank Magicco worked out of a homicide unit in Brooklyn.

He was a first grade detective with an honest name and a solid reputation.

He was also King Benny's nephew.

Nick Davenport was with Internal Affairs.

He was ambitious and wanted to make captain before he hit forty.

He knew the fastest way up the track was to reel in a...

...maximum amount of dirty cops in a minimum amount of time.

Frank, what is this sh*t?

If I were you, I'd do what the kid says.

You make this one...

...you're gonna be having breakfast once a month with the Commissioner.

You know, you got a real hard-on for this Styler guy. What's your beef with him?

-One more thing. -I can't wait.

It's simple. No one knows who fed you this information. And I mean, nobody.

How did you get it?

It fell into my lap...just like it's gonna fall into yours.

Christ Almighty!

You got everything in here but a confession.

I thought I'd leave that up to you.

My preference is that you beat it out of him.

There's even surveillance photos.

This piece of sh*t's pulling in about five grand a month, ripping off pushers.

Has been for about years.

-More like . -He ain't gonna see .

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