Fugitive Rage

We are moments away from the long awaited

verdict in the murder trial

of Labor Leader, Tommy Stompanato,

who the media has labeled the Gucci Goombah

for his dapper style of dress.

Straw polls give better than three to one odds

in favor of his being found guilty of ordering the murder

of his former live-in girlfriend,

actress/model Rhonda McCormick.

I'm being told that the jury is back in the courtroom.

We'll bring you the live footage now.

All rise.

Court is now in session.

The Honorable Judge Hamilton presiding.

Be seated.

We better...

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen of the jury.

So as not to prolong an already lengthy case,

have the people reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

Let the record show

that the verdicts have been signed

and properly formatted.

How say you?

In the matter of the people versus

Thomas Francis Stompanato,

on the charge of conspiring to murder

Rhonda Diane McCormick,

we the people find the defendant, not guilty.

Oh my goodness, no.

That's insanity.

What, how could that be?

You son of a bitch.

Oh, better luck next time, kid.

So say one, so say you all?

Oh,

my God.

I can't believe it, this is incredible.

Yeah, I told ya that was a piece of cake.

Hey.

Congratulations, Tommy.

You always were lucky.

Drop the gun.

The gun, lady.

[James O'Keefe) Hello.

Yeah, I just reviewed the tape you sent.

No, she's perfect.

I'll handle it from here.

Miss McCormick, I'm James O'Keefe.

Excuse me if I don't shake.

You're excused.

Have a seat, I don't bite.

I might.

Guard.

That won't be necessary.

That'll be all please.

Let's see,

McCormick, Tara V.

For Victoria, very pretty.

Five years as an LAPD street cop.

Second into SWAT.

First female to be team element leader,

that's very impressive.

Joined DEA in 1993 and terminated

after the shooting of a Columbian drug informant,

who just happened to be a child molester.

You've been reading my diary?

Oh no, not me.

Let's see, you've got a 15 year stint here

to pull for the attempted murder of Tommy Stompanato.

Now just between you and me,

I think it's a shame that the man survived.

Who the hell are you?

You don't sound like FBI.

Oh, just a overworked, underpaid civil servant,

at your service.

If you really are a damn spook,

why don't you tell me why Stompanato killed my sister?

You don't know either?

No.

Just that he did it.

What, your secret decoder ring couldn't figure it out?

That's very funny.

No, it didn't.

Look, I'll cut to the bone.

You finish what you started with Stompanato,

and we wipe the slate clean.

Give you a full pardon and relocate you

to any spot on the map you wanna go.

And I bet if I'm killed or caught,

I'm on my own, right?

Naturally.

The problem with you spooks is that

you're never around when the lights come on.

Forget it.

Okay, have it your way, Miss McCormick.

But if I were you, I'd be more concerned

with what goes on around here when the lights go off.

I'm sure I'll be seeing you again.

Help him out.

Now get your hands off me.

Whataya think, I'm a cripple, or something?

Well, what are you waiting for?

Go on, get the bags.

Good to be home, huh?

It'll work.

I think gotta take a little time off

before we go back to business.

Alright Ryker, let's you and me talk.

Ah, I thought we outta

wait for a more appropriate time.

Ah, no,

right now.

Well, I thought maybe you'd wanna get

settled in before we got back to business.

I know what you thought.

Wendy, come here.

Come here.

Ah, look at that face.

That's a young lady you're looking at.

It means she knows when to keep her eyes

and her ears and her mouth shut, right?

Tommy, are you crazy?

No women knows how to keep their mouth shut, for chrissake.

Yeah, but you can learn a lot

from a face like that, can't you Frank?

Alright, let's talk.

- Excuse me, Mr. Stompanato? - What?

You're supposed to take your medication

the moment you get home.

Alright,

half an hour, huh.

Do you want me to put the bags away now?

No, why don't you stand there for a week.

Take the bags.

It's time for you to strip, McCormick.

I said,

strip.

I say dance, you better dance me an Irish gig.

Are we clear on that?

This is my favorite part.

Now let's see, on the east side, Ramirez delivered

a 20% increase in the sale of drugs and weapons.

On the south side, Poole showed a 25% profit

over and above the usual in prostitution,

and 20% on drugs and 15 on guns.

Chung, on the west side, stayed pretty much the same.

What am I gonna do with this chink?

That's what you get for dealing with foreigners.

Yeah, well, I tell you what,

why don't you send a couple boys over there

and explain things to him, alright?

I think he'll get the picture.

Yeah, I'll have Big Apple and Skinny Louie

rework the menu.

And as you're aware, today's the first day

of Tara McCormick's term in the pen.

Hmm, our eyes and ears ready?

Just waiting for orders.

Ah, I've been dreaming about this

since the day I was shot.

You know what I'm gonna do to that lady?

I'm gonna gouge her eyes out,

and I'm gonna tear her arms out of the socket,

and I'm gonna tie her tits in a granny knot.

And then I'm gonna get mad.

I'm gonna strip her clothes off,

and I'm gonna make her crawl a mile through broken glass

just to kiss my ass,

to beg me

to kill her.

I think that about covers everything.

Remember what the doctor said, you shouldn't get upset.

I just remembered, you got one week

to bust a cap in her ass, capiche?

Yeah?

Tommy.

Yeah.

It's time for your massage.

Yeah.

Well boys, let the lady do her handy work.

What do you say, get out of here.

Oh,

Frank.

One week.

Capiche.

Ready?

As I'll ever be.

Ah, now, now, careful,

you know, I'm still kinda hurt.

Private nurses,

You gotta love'em.

(inmates mumble

Hey ladies.

Girl, you go girl.

Hey, baby.

Hey, girl.

I brought you girls a new chew toy.

Sure hope you make friends easy.

Hey, I know you.