Sleepers Page #13

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So, you got enough for conviction?

That ain't up to me. That's up to a jury.

Show the jury this.

What do you got there, Ness?

About weeks ago, the body of a drug dealer...

...named Indian Red López was found in an alley in Jackson Heights.

Three bullets in his head, nothing in his pockets.

I'm with you so far.

This is the gun that killed him, and these are the shells.

What's behind door number ?

The prints on the gun belong to Adam Styler.

-Hey, do me a favor, would you? -What's that?

If I ever make it onto your sh*t list, give me a call.

Give me a chance to apologize.

So, you need anything else, you talk to Frank. He knows how to get a hold of me.

Take care of yourself, kid. Water gets choppy out your way.

I'll do what I can.

Hey, Ness...did you ever think of becoming a cop?

And leave the good guys?

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

Michael had done all that could be expected...

...of an Assistant District Attorney seeking a conviction.

He had a forensic expert detail the make and caliber of the gun that killed Nokes.

He just never had the murder weapon to present as evidence.

And he never gave the jury a motive for the murder.

The tension of his task, the hours he was working...

...and the uncertainty about the outcome weighed heavily on him.

Did you see their faces?

Yes, I looked at them, and they looked at me.

Did they say anything to you?

No, they just looked at me and walked out of McHale's.

Are you sure the two defendants killed Sean Nokes?

I know they killed him.

If the plan worked, it would be everyone's success.

If it failed, the fault would fall to Michael.

Father Bobby Carillo, the priest with the best hook shot on the West Side...

...remained the key to a plan that called for all involved to get away with murder.

Did you turn around, look behind you, when you heard the shooting, Mr. Carson?

Why didn't you turn around, Mr. Carson?

I was concerned for my companion's safety.

Mr. Carson, did the two individuals threaten you in any way?

Did they threaten anyone in McHale's Restaurant...?

I didn't see it, but I know it!

If you didn't see the defendant shoot the guard...

...then how do you know it was the defendant that shot him?

So, what's the emergency?

Shakes shouldn't have sent you. It's too risky.

Hey, nobody sent me. I wanted to see you.

Why?

Shakes met with Father Bobby weeks ago.

-He hasn't heard from him since. -It's not an overnight decision for him.

-What if he doesn't testify? -Then we got a very serious problem.

Have Shakes talk to Father Bobby again.

Have him tell him the whole story. He'll know what that means.

He already has.

What?!

I...was with him when he talked to Father Bobby.

I heard everything, Michael.

So, you know.

If only you told me.

I think things could've been different.

If you could've talked.

Maybe...maybe we...

Maybe....

Carmen, that diet is working. I don't care what anybody says.

You still have a thing for Doris Day.

She was a good woman. You know the strega?

It's hard to miss a lady with four warts and only one eye.

She needs the heads.

Take this to the witch.

Now, why does she need that?

-She takes the eyes. -Wonderful!

Puts them in a bowl and mixes them with water and oil.

And then?

People get headaches, they go to her. She looks into their eyes...

...and tells them who is wishing the headaches.

She says a few words, and the headaches go away.

Once in a while, the person who wished the headaches, goes away too.

This guy, Addison, the one who works for the Mayor...

...he quits his job in weeks.

He don't want nobody to know what kind of a guy he is.

He don't want nobody to see pictures of him they shouldn't see.

-He knows this? -He will.

The boys he buys for parties are expensive.

Now, Addison makes good money, but he don't make real money.

How much does he owe?

Eight grand with a heavy vig. I paid that off.

-You paid? -Addison's debts belong to me now.

-You hate debts. -I hate Addison!

We're in the dirty end of the field now. That's where I play.

And I like to play alone.

You're a nice kid. You always were. Don't let this change it.

His mother named him Edward Goldenberg Robinson, after her favorite actor.

To continue the Hollywood connection...

Eddie Robinson took the street name "Little Caesar"...

...as he made his way up the ranks of the lucrative drug trade.

He had a -year-old son in a private school in upstate New York.

He named him Rizzo, after his youngest brother...

...who died while in the custody of the Wilkinson Home for Boys.

-I want you to give me some money. -All right.

I'll play along. How long before you pay it back?

I ain't paying it back. Somebody else is.

This somebody I know?

-Your little brother knew him. -Rizzo?

How did he know Rizzo?

Henry Addison was a guard in an upstate reform school.

He was there the same time as Rizzo, before and after he died.

Count out $ . Put it in an envelope.

You...go back a long time, old man.

Old men always do.

Ran with the guineas, back when the guineas were tough.

I ran when I could.

Looked good doing it, too.

Gave the business some style, some class.

Made it a call for respect, the way you wore it...the way you talked it.

I always liked that about you.

I'm no help to you. My tailor is dead.

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