The Wizard of Lies Page #10

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and I'm still not a partner.

It's your name on the doors,

as you love to say.

You obviously can't see how

selfish you're being right now.

Let me ask you something,

do you know what kind of offers

I've gotten

to sell this firm?

- Do you?

- No, I don't.

The last one was from Goldman

for a billion dollars.

What?

Why didn't you take it?

Because

I didn't wanna take it.

I need it like I need

a f***ing hole in the head.

And the main reason

I didn't take it

is because of you boys,

that's why.

Because one day,

I want this to be yours

with your name

on the door.

I mean, why else

would you think I'd do it?

You're welcome.

- You're welcome.

- Yeah, I heard you.

Bernie, how far...

does your wife know?

Bernie,

does your wife know?

People familiar with the case

tell CBS News

federal investigators

are ripping apart

20 years of fraud

inside Madoff's firm,

moving beyond Bernie,

looking at sons

Andrew and Mark

who directed

trading activities,

and brother Peter,

the company's

chief compliance officer.

None have been charged

with any wrongdoing.

So, now as

Bernie Madoff prepares

- for what may be his last

night of comfort in... - Hey.

What is it?

I don't know, maybe

it's a waste of time,

but I thought that I

would try to write.

Write what?

I don't know, a book.

Ah, it sounds stupid.

No, it doesn't

sound stupid.

It may not be any good,

but I... I, um...

this is just the opening.

Do you wanna hear it?

Yeah, I'd love to hear it.

"Up until December 10th, 2008,

I spent the

entirety of my life

in awe of my father.

I judged every accomplishment,

every failure, professionally

or personally,

against the life he lived.

His approval

meant everything,

maybe too much,

and for as long

as I can remember,

I worked as hard as I

could to make him proud.

And then one day,

I found out that my father

was not the man I thought.

He was a criminal,

a man I didn't respect.

And yet this man,

my father,

is the same man who taught

me right from wrong,

taught me to be fair

and decent and honest,

taught me about the importance

of character,

what it means

to be a husband,

and, most importantly,

how to be a father.

I am the son

of Bernie Madoff.

I used to think that I could

never escape that.

Now I'm certain I won't.

Why is it so hard

to believe

that those closest to him

wouldn't see him as a criminal?

Why is it so hard

to believe that his son

would think his father

could do no wrong?

When I look at my

youngest son, Nick,

I fear the day when

he's old enough to ask

what his grandfather was like.

What kind of man was he?

If I tell him he was evil,

how can I explain

that I'm"...

..."that I"...

It's good, Mark.

It's really good.

Yeah, I...

I don't know.

So, is it a plea deal?

No.

He's just pleading guilty.

So, he's just

gonna plead guilty

to all the charges

and that's it?

It looks that way.

- So there will be

no trial? - No.

Have you read what

they're saying about us?

Every f***ing day they're

calling for our head...

every paper, every blog.

How are those people

gonna know we're innocent

if there's no trial?

How?!

- How? - The sooner

he is locked up...

- Bullshit.

- This will be over.

It's gonna f***ing linger.

The questions, the suspicions,

the f***ing paparazzi

camped out...

Are they not charging

him with conspiracy?

No, he won't plead guilty

to conspiracy.

Mr. Madoff, are you

going to plead guilty?

They should charge him

anyway and force a trial.

If they took Dad to trial,

what would happen?

Just think about it, Mark.

You're talking

about putting the richest

and most powerful people

in the world up on that stand.

You're talking

about JP Morgan,

Chase, HSBC, Swiss Banks.

You're talking about the world's

financial system on trial.

Now, I'm not

a conspiracy theorist,

but trust me,

that will never happen.

Ever.

So, no...

there won't be a trial.

The public won't

know the truth.

And we'll be left

to fend for ourselves.

I don't understand, Mark.

Do you want a trial?

No.

Well, what do you want?

I want my life back.

We're not here.

Leave a message.

Mom again.

Hi, it's me again.

Your mother.

I don't know

why I'm calling.

I feel like such a moron

leaving

all these messages,

begging you.

I don't know.

I miss you.

I miss Stephanie,

I miss Audrey.

I haven't even

seen little Nick.

I haven't even seen

my grandson.

What am I supposed

to do, Mark?

I'm stuck.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry for what he did.

I don't know

what he was thinking.

I can't even fathom it.

I just don't understand

why you're so angry at me.

I know you want me

to leave him,

but I can't

just abandon him.

How am I supposed to

just walk out

of a 50-year marriage?

He's my lifetime.

He's my whole,

entire memory.

I don't know anything else.

I've never been

on my own.

I'm not as brave

as you two.

Call me.

How do you now plead

to count one...

the charge

of securities fraud,

guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

How do you plead

to count two...

the charge of investment

advisory fraud,

guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

How do you now plead

to count three...

the charge of mail fraud?

guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

- How do you now plead

to count four? - Guilty.

- How do you now plead

to count five? - Guilty.

- How do you now plead

to count six? - Guilty.

- How do you now plead

to count seven? - Guilty.

- How do you now plead

to count eight? - Guilty.

- How do you now plead

to count nine? - Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

As Mr. Madoff

has pled guilty,

he is no longer entitled to the

presumption of innocence.

In light of his age,

he has incentive to flee.

He has the means to flee

and thus,

bail is revoked

and the defendant

is remanded.

Your Honor, would Your Honor

consider, respectfully,

a stay so that

we might appeal...

Your request

for a stay is denied.

Mr. Madoff, I will

see you at sentencing.

- Sorry, Bernie.

- We are adjourned.

If you are

visiting an inmate

in the maximum

security wing,

form a single-file line

to your right.

Stop here.

Keys.

Turn around.

Open your legs.

In the cell next to me,

they got this terrorist.

Some sheikh.

I can't remember his name.

But that's my neighbor.

Go figure.

I don't understand

why they put you

in maximum security.

Did you finish packing

up the apartment?

There's not much left

to pack.

They're taking

everything.

They even said to me,

"We're gonna need your underwear

and nightgowns. "

- Who said that?

- US Marshals.

What would they want

your underwear for?

They're gonna sell it.

They're gonna auction it off.

It's unbelievable.

Nothing is off-limits

to these people.

I don't even like

to think about it.

It's so spooky.

Have you spoken

to the boys?

No one speaks to me

except my sister.

Joan even offered to let me

come stay with her in Boca.

- Well, she's your sister.

- Yeah, I know,

but considering she and Bob

lost everything they had...

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