Trial by Jury

Bye.

Can I help you?

Yes, sir.

Need Mr. Scott's car right away.

Excuse me.

Welcome to New York.

Somebody call for a plumber?

Somebody need their pipes cleaned?

Room 1223.

Thanks.

She's here.

You believe this stool pigeon gets a broad and we can't even order room service?

Hey. He's our star witness.

Graham says give him everything he wants.

Yo, Limpy.

Damsel awaits.

- I look okay? - She's a hooker, Limpy.

You could look like a homemade turd.

- Wise guy. - Big man.

Get it, rookie.

Somebody need the bed turned down?

You're the client, right?

I'd recognize that Sing Sing sunburn anywhere.

Come on, sweetheart.

Let's go somewhere we can talk.

- Hey, babe, I'm with you. - Heh.

You do cops, baby?

You guys?

You guys couldn't afford a handshake.

- I get champagne, honey. - Yeah.

Dom, Per... Perp...

DP.

All right.

Oh, baby.

Yeah. That's it. Shake it.

That's it.

Yeah. Shake it. Come on. Shake it.

The door, rookie, the door.

Room service.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, baby. Come on.

Here you go, my man.

Don't say Uncle Sam never did nothing for you.

Thanks.

Have a nice evening, gentlemen.

Teddy. No, Teddy.

- Hey. Relax. - Teddy. What...?

- Rusty ain't mad. - What?

- But we can't let you talk, okay? - What...?

- We gotta get you out of here. - You ain't gonna kill me, Teddy?

No, man. We ain't gonna kill him.

Put your clothes on.

Oh, thanks, Teddy.

Thanks, Teddy.

Thanks.

Who says acupuncture don't work?

Robbie?

What, Mom?

Bring your homework so I can check it.

In a bloody rampage reminiscent of the gangland hits of the '30s,

gunmen killed four police officers

and an unidentified man at the Hotel Powell late last night.

There's not much to check, Mom.

But the dead man was a surprise witness...

Put your shoes on, sweetheart. We'll do it on the bus.

How about them four cops getting killed last night?

Yeah. Hey,

Lila, the babysitter, will bring Robbie home from school for the next couple of weeks.

Make sure she has the key, okay, Jimmy?

- Mom, the bus. - Sure.

- Come on. - You'll be working late, Valerie?

I'll be on jury duty.

Jury duty?

All you have to do is concentrate, Rob.

If three and three is six,

- then three and four is... - Mom...

how come there are 12 people on a jury?

Good question. Um...

Twelve apostles, maybe?

I thought when the cops arrested somebody...

they just went to jail.

No, you see, the police just get somebody they think is guilty.

But then there's a trial and sometimes the jury decides they were wrong.

Cops don't make mistakes, Mom.

Well, it's not really a mistake.

- They let the jury decide. - But you don't know about police stuff.

Why are you on the jury?

Young man,

it is my painful duty to say these dirty words.

You'll understand this when you grow up.

- Oh, Robbie, I don't know what I'd do without you. - Mom...

Don't embarrass me.

Oh, brother.

For God's sake, don't let him see that.

Come on.

Where were you?

Getting our stories straight.

Okay.

Let's see how you did.

John?

Yeah.

Well, we got a hooker for Limpy.

I mean, you said give him anything he wanted. You know?

Anyway, they grabbed our girl...

before she came in. The cops found her in a dumpster at 45th and 8th.

Was pretty slick.

I am not interested in their brilliant fucking strategy.

Nobody was supposed to know we had this guy.

Come on, Dan, we were seen in Sing Sing talking to Limpy.

State police pulled him out of jail, then we move him and four cops

into a suite in a big hotel.

We weren't exactly inconspicuous.

I guess we better request a postponement.

Oh, yeah. Sure, we can just say to the judge,

"Your Honor, keep this man under indictment till we find another witness."

Ever hear of due process, asshole?

We've got a ton of physical evidence, 27 expert witnesses...

Can't bore the jury with a lot of forensics, Chris.

We need the human factor.

Someone to say, "I saw Rusty Pirone kill 11 people."

Listen. I couldn't ask for a postponement even if I wanted to.

I don't have to remind you people, this is the biggest goddamn prosecution

we've ever pushed out of this office.

Big media from the day we busted him.

You have to ID Limpy right away, Stanley?

The media's gonna wanna know who he was, Dan.

I can tap-dance around it, put a reverse spin on it, but...

Any other Pirone people we can squeeze?

We grabbed the four guys from the hit team originally.

The Jenko brothers, they disappeared before they came to trial.

Limpy we know about, and Johnny Red's a lost cause.

- You mean Johnny Verona? - Yeah.

He's Rusty's uncle. He broke him into the rackets. Brought him right up through the ranks.

He told us there was no deal from the jump.

Even after we hit him with a 50-year shot, he wouldn't crack.

He's an old-style wise guy, Dan. We'll never turn him.

Get this on straight.

- We haven't got enough. - We'll use what we got.

- Hey, Rusty! - The match is on, boys.

They're gonna sell out today, mark my words.

All my sports fans.

- How you doing? - How are you?

Spell my name right this time, will you?

- My man! - I'll give you the authorized version. Mickey.

Look at them laugh.

They killed Limpy, now they think they're home free.

Doll, I'll win this for you.

Let's go.

- Mr. Graham. - How you doing, Rusty?

You okay?

I'm in control today, thanks. I had a nice breakfast.

Couple of eggs, Canadian bacon.

Biscayne Diner.

Oh, yeah. I know it.

Jeez, I forgot.

Another Brooklyn boy here who made good.

All rise.

Air working?

Full blast, Your Honor.

Yeah.

Be seated.

Everybody's here, I assume?

So let's proceed with the voir dire.

Okay, listen up, people. I'm only going through this once.

You'll be reimbursed for subway fare only.

No cabs, car services, minibuses, rickshaws.

Subway fare only.

You will be paid $40 a day while you're sitting.

Now, if you don't get your money, you complain to the cashier at the United States Attorney's office.

- Morning. - Do not, I repeat, do not come crying to me.

Oh, my God, it's Rusty Pirone!

This must be the big murder trial I've been reading about.

Look at that suit.

I don't want it talked about, especially in front of this mamaluke.

What do you think, Susan?

The ladies are all a-twitter.

They love him.

Women do not respond to this guy.

My advice...

load up on women.

They'll hang him.

Women.

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

My name is Daniel Graham.

I'm the prosecutor in the case of the United States of America v. Pirone.

This is my cocounsel, Eleanor Lyons.

Defense counsel will be Leo Greco.

Both sides have jury consultants.

Mr. Petrie and Ms. Fine.

Ladies and gentlemen...

the defendant is charged

with controlling a continuing criminal enterprise.

He's charged with conspiracy to commit murder and assault with a deadly weapon.

The government will prove that Mr. Pirone

formed an assassination team

from within the Scuddudo crime family

to eliminate enemies, government informants...

and police officers.

And that Mr. Pirone personally participated in the murder of 11 people

over a period of three years.

We will begin the questioning with Mr. Lawrence Bennett, Your Honor.