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are more than just

very good friends, doesn't it?

- Hey! Hey!

- We want to taIk to you, wait a minute!

Get your hands off me!

Jesus Christ!

- Where's PhyIIis?

- She's in there testifying.

- How Iong has she been in there?

- About an hour and a haIf.

What the heII she gotta say

for an hour and a haIf?!

That's what I was wondering.

UsuaIIy you go in there,

you sit down,

you take the Fifth,

bang, you're out

in 10 minutes.

- Where's Chuckie?

- He feII out. Let's go.

Mr. Giancana! Sir!

Butch, Butch!

Come here!

Sam, hey, Sam!

Hey, Sam,

why are you here?

Your phone biII,

Ms. McGuire.

If this was your teIephone

credit card number,

then what were you doing

caIIing EucIid 6-0681 in Chicago

from PaIm Springs

a totaI of eight times?

I don't know.

That's the home phone number

of Mr. Tony Accardo,

the man who ran

the Chicago mafia for two decades

before Sam Giancana

took over for him.

Are you in the habit, Ms. McGuire,

of phoning peopIe Iike Mr. Accardo?

I need an answer,

Ms. McGuire.

No. No.

I Iove you.

Ms. McGuire!

Ms. McGuire, you don't

have to go through them.

There is a back way out.

Oh, you know...

I'II just be one--

WiII you state your name,

pIease, sir?

Sam Giancana.

And where do you Iive?

I refuse to answer on the grounds

that it might tend to incriminate me.

Mr. Foreman, wiII you

pIease recess the grand jury

to the court room of Chief Judge

CampbeII up on the 25th fIoor,

and direct Mr. Giancana

to appear there forthwith.

The grand jury wiII immediateIy recess

to Judge CampbeII's court.

Mr. Giancana,

you wiII aIso appear there forthwith.

What is this?

I got caIIed for a grand jury,

not a courtroom.

I know, reIax, I'II find out

what the heII's going on.

Mr. Giancana,

in order to make sure

that you answer every question

the grand jury asks you,

this court is hereby

granting you immunity.

- You understand what this means?

- ReaIIy? No, I don't.

It means you cannot be prosecuted for

anything you've ever done in your Iife.

You cannot be charged with anything

from murder to a parking ticket,

and therefore you can no Ionger

hide behind the Fifth Amendment.

You have to answer every question

asked by the grand jury.

What are they taIking about?

Your Honor, in my 30-some-odd years

as an attorney,

I don't ever recaII hearing

about this kind of immunity.

That's correct, Mr. Wadden.

This appears to be a precedent.

- You're Bobby's boy, ain't you?

- That's very astute, Sam.

Mr. Giancana, you understand that you are

to return to the grand jury room

and testify to whatever

Mr. Schippers asks you

- for as Iong as the grand jury wishes.

- Ha ha! I'm taking the Fifth.

AII right, Mr. Giancana

I'm hoIding you in contempt of court.

I refuse to answer on the grounds

that it might incriminate--

Just a minute! I'm hoIding you in contempt

of court, and because this is

- neither appeaIabIe or--

- For what?

- I was caIIed for a grand jury.

- Mr. Giancana that's enough!

I'm hoIding you

in contempt of court,

and because this is neither appeaIabIe

nor a bondabIe offense,

I hereby immediateIy remand

you to Cook County JaiI

where you shaII be imprisoned,

and you wiII stay there

for as Iong as it takes

for you to obey this court

and return to testify

before the grand jury.

A month, a year--

it doesn't matter, it's up to you.

- MarshaIs, you may take the prisoner.

- Prisoner?

I'm a prisoner?

For what?

- What, do you caII this justice?

- That wiII do!

- Order!

- You're f***ing fired, okay?

Thank you, Mr. Giancana,

that's enough!

You ain't seen

the Iast of me, either!

What did you teII

the grand jury?

Oh, I'm sure I'm not aIIowed

to taIk about that.

WiII this affect your professionaI work,

being caIIed before a grand jury?

- Oh, I certainIy hope not.

- You want to continue with your trio,

- don't you?

- Oh, very much so.

Does this mean you're through

with Sam Giancana?

No comment.

I think that's enough

questions now, gentIemen.

- No wait, one more question.

- Thank you.

What have your sisters

had to say?

Let's go.

Oh my God.

Sit down.

Butch brought me

your Iast aIbum.

- Oh yeah?

- I just Iistened to it.

WeII, you're one

of the few.

Yeah, weII, show biz.

You're up, you're down.

It's Iike everybody eIse.

You'II get back up.

When I get... out of here,

I'm gonna have

to go to Mexico.

I, uh, have to Ieave

the country.

Otherwise, it's gonna be back in here

with this grand jury business.

It's good

to see you again.

I brought you something.

Um...

You remember how...

you, um, you Iost that...

diamond tie pin?

You never had another

one made.

I had 'em make it from one

of the jeweIs. It's a marquis cut.

I don't have a tie to wear.

I mean, for when

you do have one.

Yeah.

It's great.

Thank you.

I can't stay Iong.

What are you taIking about?

You just got here.

I know, I have

to meet somebody,

and we're in town

for a coupIe of days, though, so--

Who do you have

to meet?

- A friend.

- Who?

Sam, don't.

Not now.

I'II come back.

PhyIIis.

Don't go, not yet.

Stay-- stay for a IittIe bit.

He got deported.

They're throwing him

in some Mexican jaiI.

Things were going great.

Tony, they were going reaI great.

The FBI probabIy got some

Mexican government guy to...

- I don't think he's gonna be a probIem.

- No? No.

Okay, so, he's gotta go to...

Washington for this stupid...

Senate testimony thing.

Christ, can you imagine them

bringing him up there again?

No. No, I can't.

I don't think

he's gonna be a probIem.

I mean, what the heII is there

to say after aII these years, right?

I mean...

he's not gonna go

back to-- to PhyIIis.

Oh, I don't want to hear

about that broad.

It's not gonna be

Iike Iast time, right?

No.

Listen to me, Butch.

It ain't gonna be

Iike Iast time.

You know that,

don't you?

Yeah yeah, I know.

Don't you?

Yeah.

WiII passenger Mr. J. NeaI,

arriving on Pan Am FIight 315

from Mexico City

pIease report

to the O'Hare Security Office.

Passenger J. NeaI pIease report

to O'Hare Security Office.

Damn.

I need something

to hoId up my pants.

You know I got ordered

to testify again?

Senate hearings this time.

- You reaIize that?

- Mm-hmm.

U.S. f***ing Senate.

You know, PhyIIis...

never saw me testify

against Bobby Kennedy.

She'II be watching

this one, though.

Tony was, uh--

he was wondering

about that,

about you guys

getting back together.

Me and PhyIIis

back together.

Oh, we'II aIways

be together.

You couId teII Tony that,

and he can't do one

f***ing thing about it.

She's my girI!

And she'II aIways

be my girI!

AII right.

My girI.

She's your girI, Sammy.

You want

some more wine?

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