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.
Next juror,
Valerie Alston.
Here.
Good afternoon, Ms. Alston.
Can you tell us what is it you do for a living?
I own an antique clothing store downtown.
- You're married? - Divorced.
You have any children?
I have one son.
Being on a jury in a major organized-crime prosecution like this
could represent a considerable inconvenience to you.
- Yes, it could. - But you're willing to do it anyway?
I guess it's my duty.
Do you know the defendant
or anybody connected with him?
No.
She's perfect.
Like putty in our hands.
We accept Ms. Alston, Your Honor.
We applaud Ms. Alston's sense of civic duty, Your Honor.
The defense welcomes her to this jury.
Next juror, Jane Lyle.
- I'm back. - Hi, boss.
- So that's it. You're finished. - They chose me.
- Oh, what a honor. - I'm gonna do it.
You're crazy.
You're a single parent.
You have a business.
They'll let you out.
It's a duty, you understand?
You don't get out. You do it.
I distinctly remember you being on a jury, Dad.
Oh, yeah. That's right, honey.
That was a big case too.
Some guy stole a backhoe from Hannah's farm.
Yeah, well, the principle's the same.
Well, I'm sure, but...
But I had your mother.
I wasn't a single girl, trying to survive in that jungle.
Come on, it's not that bad.
Three and one to Moss.
Timlin is shut down tonight.
There's... On Woody Williams, just called up from Syracuse and ready to go tonight.
Three one to Moss and he's aboard,
a base on balls, the first issued by Juan Guzman
with two out here in the second inning.
It's a boring fucking game.
I'm gonna take a leak.
You people have been chosen to decide the fate of a fellow human being.
And you must bear in mind
that he comes into this courtroom an innocent man.
As innocent as any of you.
The government will offer you audio tapes
that you cannot understand.
Video tapes of old friends shaking hands on the street.
Since when is that a federal offense?
If you let Mr. Graham convince you...
If you let Mr. Graham convince you
lifelong friendship is a crime,
you will be abetting him in a grave miscarriage of justice... Your Honor!
I protest this obvious
and deliberate distraction that has been engineered by the government.
Mr. Graham, do you have an explanation for this sudden intrusion?
Bad timing, Your Honor.
I apologize to the jury and to Mr. Greco.
Ladies and gentlemen...
a man's life is at stake,
and the government indulges in cheap theatrics.
- Thanks. - How do they expect us not to talk about the case?
It'll be easy for me. The man is obviously guilty as sin and that's that.
There's no doubt he's guilty of a lot of things.
We just have to decide if he's done what the government says he's done.
It comes to 7.50, including a 15 percent tip.
If one of us pays with a credit card and collects cash from the others,
- then we'll have a nice deduction. - Sounds good. I'll start it.
Check out Mr. Duffy.
Our steadfast foreman.
Here you go, pal. Valerie Alston.
Thanks.
Murderer drives a small sharp instrument,
usually an ice pick, into the base of the victim's neck.
It's an odd method of execution,
yet it seems that it would require more skill than just,
blowing the victim's brains out.
It's very efficient.
Severs the spinal cord.
It's quiet and there's very little blood.
It leaves a signature, doesn't it, Detective Gray?
Oh, yeah, it's unique.
Murder Incorporated used it in the '30s.
- It also sends a message, does it not? - Yes.
So it could be used by an organized-crime hit squad,
to let its enemies know they were responsible...
Objection. Calls for a conclusion.
Sustained. You know better than that, Mr. Graham.
I apologize, Your Honor. I'll rephrase the question.
Oh, here's a beauty.
Take a look at this one, John.
Oh.
This is the headline in the Post. I can see it now.
"The Gay Godfather."
You deliberately intruded on Mr. Verona's privacy.
Those cameras were placed in the bathroom to identify drug traffickers in the prison.
We did not target or abuse Mr. Verona in any way.
You release those photos, you'll be ruined professionally.
Probably.
But if I don't put Rusty in jail, I'll be laughed out of town,
which is worse for a proud guy like me.
You can understand that, can't you, John?
Yeah, I can.
Yeah. Sure, you can.
Because you got a lot of pride too.
You're a man of honor.
A moral man.
I got five kids, three grandchildren.
The youngest one's studying for the priesthood.
This'll kill them.
I know, John.
I hate to put you between a rock and a hard place.
But you gotta decide.
Do you testify or don't you?
Either way, I'm a loser.
Let me put a different spin on it for you, then.
You gotta choose to repent.
You gotta seek redemption through confession.
You and Rusty killed a lot of guys together.
You got a lot of blood on your hands.
This is a way of wiping it clean.
And if I don't?
Then every paper,
every TV station in the country gets a copy of these photos.
It's a funny world we live in, John.
They'll forgive you for being a murderer, but once they find out that you're a...
sissy...
they will never, ever let you live it down.
So try to be here about 15 minutes early, all right, folks?
- Folks, folks, remember... - You wanna come with me?
You mustn't discuss the case at home.
We have to forget everything we've heard, all right?
All right.
That shouldn't be hard for Duffy.
Did you see him at lunch today?
Maybe he uses martinis as a memory aide.
Share a cab? I'm in Brooklyn Heights.
I'm on the West Side.
Oh. I'm crushed.
I'm Valerie.
- Good night, Paul. See you tomorrow. - You know my name.
I'm miraculously restored.
Well, I'm off for another adventure on the subway.
Good luck.
See you tomorrow.
Taxi!
- Thanks. - My pleasure.
Have a nice trip.
Hey, Tommy.
Tommy!
Look at him, living in a dream world.
Will you wake up, you fucking lush?
Phillie!
You know, you can't muscle Tommy Vesey, Phillie.
He just ain't scared of us.
What's to be scared? All you can do is kill me.
Anyway, you need me around, Rusty.
All this twerp's good for is tasting your coffee.
You piece of shit.
Phillie. Phillie, please.
You know, you're a bigtime cop, Tommy.
How do you think they turned my uncle John?
Well, there's no mystery. Either they got something on him or they made a deal.
There is no deal. They'd have to tell us.
Then they got something on him.
I known this man all my life, though. There's nothing.
Then they made a deal.
But he's family, Tommy.
Why?
Why would he betray me?
Everybody knows that the wise guys always make the biggest rats.
Do they?
Well, this wise guy owns you.
And I bought you cheap, a long time ago, remember?
Yeah, I lifted up your badge, Tommy. You know what I found?
I found a...
for hire.
I checked out your jurors.
Yeah?
We're all ears.
In my humble opinion, they can't be fixed.
Nobody's got any guilty secrets.
Yeah? No blackmail?
Any of them need money?
Everybody needs money, but...
you don't want some retired mailman buying a Ferrari all of a sudden.
We can't bribe them, we gotta go to plan B?
This is where I came in...
You sit down.
You know what I'm thinking?
I'm thinking the money I pay you,
you could afford to be a coconspirator.
And you go to plan B...
wise guy.
Mr. Bonner,
you say that you were in Limpy DeMarco's crew.
That means he was your boss?
The crew boss, not the big boss.
Did he ever tell you who the big boss was?
He didn't have to. We knew.
And the big boss was...?
Rusty Pirone.
Objection.
Witness had no personal knowledge.
Mr. Bonner,
did Limpy DeMarco ever say who the big boss was?
Rusty Pirone.
You folks got one hour for lunch.
- There's a great dim sum place... - No, thanks. I'll grab a sandwich across the street.
The guy in the third row is his bodyguard.
Robbie's gotta be at soccer practice at 2:15, Lila.
- Fridays we get out at 3, so... - You got an hour for lunch.
Okay. Gotta go. Bye.
Get up the side! Come on, Bobby, kick it!
You looking for a little dark-haired kid in yellow shorts?
Take a little ride with me, okay? I wanna talk about Robbie.
Who are you?
- Get in. - No.
That's not the way.
On the floor.
- Come on. - Where's my son?
Robbie is fine.
Where's my son?
"Where's my son? Where's my son?" Heh-heh-heh.
Shut up.
I told you, Robbie is fine.
Nothing's gonna happen to him as long as you trust me.
What do you want?
I got a message for you from Rusty Pirone.
He wants you to know he's innocent.
The government is involved in a multimillion-dollar conspiracy to set him up.
He wants you to help him vindicate himself.
How can I do that?
All you have to do
is vote to acquit him.
That is all he asks.
Don't listen to that phony evidence Graham throws at you.
My one vote can't get him off.
It can hang the jury.
It can help us win one battle in a very long war
against Graham and his lies.
This is crazy.
I can't do this.
You've got no choice. You've gotta vote to acquit him.
And you gotta keep your mouth shut.
You can't go to the cops.
Ask me why, Valerie.
Why?
Because they can't help you.
So they throw another charge on Pirone's list. What's it gonna mean?
He's up for murder.
So the cops protect you.
With these mutts on your case, it won't matter. They will wait...
until the cops go away.
Four, five, 10 years.
- And then... - They'll kill me.
Not right away.
We'll let you live long enough to watch your son die.
- Then we'll kill you. - Yeah, you can't hide, baby.
Look at JFK. Heh, heh.
There is only one person
who can guarantee your life.
And that is me.
If you vote to acquit...
I'll keep you both alive, my word of honor.
Do it the easy way.
Yeah, the Vesey way.
Valerie, look. Look. You see?
He's just fine, Valerie.
Let me go to my son, please.
- Please. - No.
Not like that.
Not crying.
You gotta be Mom as usual.
Juror as usual.
Everything just the way it was before I came into your life.
You think you can do that?
Yes.
Show me, Valerie.
My turn.
Give me the ball.
- There's your mom. - Robbie.
Mom!
Hey, Mom, you gotta see these great tricks Teddy can do.
It's no big deal, you know.
You're really good, Teddy.
Yeah, I gotta go. Maybe I'll come help you practice again, all right?
- Yeah. - Bop-bop-boom.
See you, Teddy.
Yeah.
Anytime you need a lift, Valerie...
Just call.
Yeah.
Thanks. Bye.
Bye!
Guess who.
What do you want from me?
I want you to relax.
After what you put me through?
You're no good to yourself or me if you freak out.
Look...
I can fix this for you.
But you're gonna have to do everything I say.
You're gonna have to trust me.
You think you can do that?
I have no choice.
That's an honest answer.
Force yourself to eat.
Take a couple aspirin and get some sleep.
Stay calm.
Stay focused.
I'll get you through this. I promise.
So...
that chick turns you on.
That lady...
is in a jackpot.
I'm just looking to give her a boost.
How about me?
I don't see you giving me no midnight pep talks.
You're a mutt, Wanda.
You don't need me.
You just need another drink.
Ritchie!
Admit it, Vesey.
That chick turns you on.
Stay calm.
Stay focused.
As the government's star witness,
Limpy DeMarco was kept under tight security.
But a hit team working with military precision
was able to murder him and his heavily armed bodyguards and then disappeared...
Look who's here! Look who's here!
All right. All right.
- Grandpa! - Hey. What do we got here?
Look at the big guy.
You sure this won't be an inconvenience?
Are you kidding?
Look at the boy, honey. Look how much fun he's having out there.
Go over there.
He and I are gonna have us a grand time the next couple of weeks.
Oh, by the way, I talked to Dorothy Pierce over at the school.
There's no problem.
- Shame he'll have to miss Cub Scouts. - No, he won't, either.
We got a den up here. You know, those kids he made friends with last summer?
Hey.
In a couple of weeks he won't want to come home.
Now, come on. Sit down. Have something to eat.
Here.
Bring it back to me, Amber.
Come on, Valerie.
Eat your breakfast before it gets cold.
Dad...
72, 73...
I do a 100 of these every day.
Oh, yeah? My boyfriend does them paratrooper-style,
one hand behind his back.
What? Is he on steroids or something?
Um, well, you know...
It's been statistically proven that more people have heart attacks on Monday
than any other day of the week.
Let's all go to work on Tuesday.
- Mr. Duffy, would you like a cup? - No, I have one.
Oh, how ecologically correct of you.
No. Do you know...
Coffee, milk, no sugar.
I notice these things.
Thanks.
You look like you had a relaxing weekend.
Quiet.
You're currently serving a life sentence at Attica prison, are you not, Mr. Bonner?
- Yeah. - What for?
Parking in front of a fire pump.
Answer the question, Mr. Bonner.
Why else would I be doing life? Murder.
Murder.
Isn't it true that the Justice Department
has offered you a deal in exchange for your testimony?
They said they would recommend
favorable consideration.
Favorable consideration...
to a man convicted of murdering four people.
They gonna give you a pardon, Mr. Bonner?
They didn't say.
Money?
A new identity?
A job?
A chance to murder a few more people under government auspices?
Objection, Your Honor. That's a cheap shot, even from Mr. Greco.
The jury will disregard the question.
Proceed, Mr. Greco.
Did Rusty Pirone ever pay you to kill anybody?
Not in person.
Isn't it true that you never even laid eyes on Rusty Pirone before today?
That you're just trying to wangle a deal
with the Justice Department to save your skin?
Isn't it true that you're just a wannabe wise guy?
Objection, Your Honor.
Counsel is badgering the witness.
I'm just trying to get to the truth, Your Honor.
Answer the question, Mr. Bonner.
What question? I don't remember what the question was.
Did Rusty Pirone pay you after you murdered these men?
- No. - Who did?
You gonna hang this on Limpy, Rusty?
Who paid you, Bonner?
Limpy loved you, Rusty.
In Limpy's eyes,
Jesus Christ was an empty suit next to you.
Answer the question.
What do you give him for standing up?
An ice pick in the neck!
Sit down, Bonner.
I'm glad I'm doing this, Rusty!
- Order in the court! - Wait.
Order!
- I don't give a fuck what happens to me! - Order!
I just wanna show the world what a dirtbag you are!
Yeah, you! You!
Order! Order! Get this man out of here!
You suck!
I spit blood on you!
Get him out of here. He's dismissed.
Did you see the look on Pirone's face?
Not a blink of his eye.
He could care less.
He cares. Mr. Bonner better get himself a facelift
and a ticket to the moon.
I love the way Graham turns
and looks at us like we're sharing this major secret.
He makes a crushing point, as far as I'm concerned.
Who else would have wanted these people killed?
He's a total hunk. I bet you he runs for governor or something.
- This case will give him a big boost. - Didn't they tell us not to discuss the case?
Wasn't that the first thing they said?
Come on, Valerie, it's patently obvious.
The man is innocent until proven guilty.
It's patently obvious we're disregarding that fact.
You're right, Mrs. Alston,
we shouldn't be discussing the case
until all the facts are heard.
We're back, folks.
Jane.
A leader is born.
No, thanks.
Jane.
Listen, I...
I can be a smug, self-righteous little bitch sometimes.
Sounds like something your ex-husband told you.
Besides, you're right.
Everybody knows my tongue outruns my brain.
That sounds like something your ex told you.
It was my mother, actually.
Hey, Mr. Graham.
So?
How did I do, Mr. Graham?
You did, um... You did great, Hughie.
Maybe we'll get him a new identity in Hollywood.
Think so?
Valerie!
This came for you.
Thanks, Jimmy.
Robbie...
Robbie.
You're giving me a lot of heartache, Valerie.
I just wanted to make sure my son was safe.
There's such a thing as being too safe.
I don't understand that. I don't understand anything you say!
Listen to the teacher.
The boy's our edge, see.
If we know where he is, we know where you are.
If he gets out from under our thumb, we got no gun to your head.
Which means everybody gets killed.
You, your son, your old man.
Work with us, Valerie.
You can't get away.
Stop trying.
Mr. Verona, can you tell us how you dealt with Maxie Henning?
He was Shylocking,
skimming off the vig.
Rusty and I got him in the van, put him in the backseat between us.
What's the matter with that broad now? She looks like she's on Mars.
Poor bastard was shaking like a leaf.
Once we got on the belt parkway, we pounded him a couple of times, you remember?
Slipped a plastic bag over his head.
Held him down. He fought for a while. And then he stopped, and then he begged.
Then his face turned purple.
That's a brutal way to kill somebody, Mr. Verona.
Rusty likes to watch people die.
God.
"Likes to watch people die."
The man's an animal.
Excuse me.
- Hi. - Hi.
Pretty graphic testimony.
Heh. I've heard worse.
These witnesses are really brave to come forward like that.
What, those mutts? Are you kidding?
They get a great deal.
New name, new city, new house.
All paid for by Uncle Sam.
Heh. It should happen to me.
So anybody who gave evidence would have that kind of protection?
Anybody who turns in Rusty...
Hey, Delahanty.
Don't be telling tales out of school.
Hey, Vesey, can't I talk to a pretty lady without your butting in?
Fraternizing with the jury is against the Constitution.
Keep an open mind.
That's the American way.
Who's he?
Tommy Vesey, ex-cop.
Big hero on the Homicide Squad. Heh.
You better get your coffee, doll. We're back in five minutes.
Hi.
Why are you going around behind my back?
I'm trying to save your life.
Like you saved those four cops in the hotel? Like you saved Limpy DeMarco?
I had nothing to do with that.
Why should I believe you?
- You'd do anything for Pirone. - I couldn't care less about Pirone.
He buys it, I find some another geek to do errands for.
That has nothing to do with this.
Oh, yeah.
I forgot. This is all for me.
You don't buy me, fine.
You can believe this, that man is nervous enough about you as it is.
If he finds out you've been making moves, he'll freak.
He'll start killing. That's the way he solves his problems.
They'll catch him. He won't get away with it.
The name of the game, Valerie,
is not who dies...
but who dies first.
That'll be your boy.
You're boxed. You got nowhere to go.
You gotta stay with the program.
You cannot jump off now.
Rusty hated Matty Russell
because he wouldn't kick back on the union contracts.
So we took him up to Rusty's place up into the woods.
We staked him to a tree
and then shot him in the knees.
Rusty began shooting him in the groin
and in the, um...
the testicles.
I said, "For christ sake, Rusty, finish him off."
He said, "No, I want him to beg."
I want him to beg for me to kill him.
"So I could shoot him in the balls again."
You're a liar, right, Mr. Verona?
I tell lies.
You're a murderer too, isn't that right?
I kill guys who would've killed me if the shoe was on the other foot.
You're a lying, thieving murderer
by your own admission.
Do you really expect this jury to believe anything you have to say?
I'm not asking them to believe nothing. It's the truth.
The truth?
And just what are you getting for this sudden attack of truthfulness?
What kind of deal have you made with Mr. Graham?
No deal.
No deal?
You mean Mr. Graham is not going to reward you
for sending this innocent man to jail?
He's not going to give me nothing.
- How could he do that? - I don't know. I don't know.
Rusty, that wasn't my fault.
Grab the car.
Johnny Red sure put on a show in there today.
I loved that part about shooting the guy in the nuts.
Our girlfriend isn't paying a whole lot of attention today, is she?
She's all right.
I had a little talk with her just now.
Did anybody see you?
No. Nobody saw nothing. Nobody knows nothing.
Don't worry.
I'm looking to spend the next 50 years of my life in a sardine can.
- Did he just tell me not to worry? - Hey. You know, it is me and Valerie, right?
Heh, heh. We're gonna save your ass.
Just hope you appreciate it.
Dan.
We are losing one of our ladies.
- What happened? - Got hysterical at the break.
She was having nightmares about Pirone. Said she wanted off the jury.
Shit. Where is she?
She's passed out in the bathroom on the third floor.
There's a room with a big couch. You can lay down and put your feet up.
No, I don't wanna lay down. I'm okay.
- I am okay. - Okay.
Camille.
I cannot afford to lose you, babe.
I got the background on two alternates jurors.
Forget it.
Let's ask the judge if he'll offer the jurors 24-hour protection.
Let's see if Camille will go for that.
Wanna play it big in the media?
Yeah. Leak it.
Hint about threats to unnamed jurors, et cetera, et cetera.
Okay.
- Come on. All right. - I'm okay.
That'll lead the 7:00 news.
You can go downstairs. Come on.
Hey, Jimmy, you want a slice?
- Thanks. - Hey, that's mine.
Hey, come on.
Two cops outside my door.
What a luxury.
It's the minimum requirement for life in a big city.
I did get a little nervous
when they said we should report anything suspicious.
Have you noticed anything?
Not a thing.
Are you gonna scream?
No?
How'd you get in here?
I go where I want.
But the police are out front.
Honey, these police are nothing but the undertakers.
They show up to move your body.
Didn't I walk right by them?
I could kill you right now and I'll walk out of here like nothing happened.
I guess you could.
That is the last thing that I wanna do.
Are we partners?
I guess we are.
Good.
Let's get off this gruesome subject.
I looked around your place.
You got a lot of nice old stuff here.
I collect things from the '40s and '50s.
You're an old-fashioned person. I see that.
That's nice. Just like me.
Life made sense...
in the old days?
Take a man in my position. He'd never go to trial.
Men like me, we paid for our respect.
Right?
And we got it.
The good old days.
You think what you want, but there was peace,
there was quiet when people like me ran things.
Women and children like you, you were safe on the streets.
Do you know why? We did business.
You could lower your prices and drive out your competition here.
I kill the guys who get in my way.
You admit it?
In your world, people go bankrupt. In mine, they go to sleep.
Okay, so that's your world. Why do I have to get mixed up in it?
That's what I'm trying to put across to you.
Do you think I like this?
Do you honestly believe that I like putting the arm on a nice lady with a little boy?
Why you doing it, then?
I don't got a choice.
I got a government here, they persecute me.
You know, you got Colombians and Jamaicans
mowing innocent people down there on the street right now.
Do you think anybody gives a shit about this? Excuse my language, okay?
They spend millions,
millions, of taxpayers' dollars
trying to crucify here, Rusty Pirone.
And they write me up on top of that like I'm some kind of a wheel.
I'm a nothing, do you understand?
I'm a nothing. I'm the boss of no bosses.
I'm not saying I'm an angel,
but I never hurt nobody didn't come hurt me first.
You'll kill me?
Right, because you could hurt me tomorrow, honey.
But you're with me now.
And we're gonna do right by each other.
Now, what is this?
You don't think I see? You're lovely woman.
I feel for you.
I know, you're going along great,
and all of a sudden, you're in business with me, right?
You need Rusty Pirone in your life.
- And he needs me. - Right.
But you don't got the leverage.
They could put me under 10 tons of concrete, and I'll reach out.
I kill you, your boy or your father, what do you do to me?
Nothing.
I have the power here, do you understand this?
I do.
You're a desperado just like me.
So forget these mamalukes out here. They're not gonna help.
And whatever your father told you,
your mother told you, the priests, the teachers...
forget.
Because the only guy you really gotta worry about now, Valerie...
that's me.
- I'll do what you want. - Good.
You're a smart girl.
Well, you like old-fashioned clothes too?
I sell antique clothing.
This stuff is great.
This reminds me of the movie stars, right? 1940s.
They had some classy women in those days.
Not like the sluts they got running around today.
Come here. Put this on for me.
Please.
You should think of me as family.
It's funny, I love old movies.
You know, sometimes I wish I could go back to the '40s,
just to meet somebody like...
Hey...
These are nice.
They go with that.
You look just like one of those movie stars.
You're in control.
You don't have to prove it.
This would make it official.
Right.
- What do we own, a piece of this? - No, we own the whole thing.
- Are you okay? - Are you kidding?
I'm the guy who falls into a sewer, comes out with his pants pressed.
Hey, give me that.
Yup.
There is nothing in the world like a classy piece of ass.
Sometimes we must use extraordinary means
to apprehend and convict a dangerous criminal.
Sometimes we must use the evil elements of our society
in our battle against the evil which threatens to overpower us.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen,
we've used crooks to catch a crook.
But only because law-abiding citizens
do not associate with criminals like Rusty Pirone.
Yes, we offered certain inducements to Hughie Bonner.
But, ladies and gentlemen,
you saw the depth of his hatred for Rusty Pirone.
You heard John Verona,
Mr. Pirone's uncle and closest associate.
You heard him testify to the bestial crimes
they planned and committed together.
John Verona asked for and received nothing from us.
He's a man who simply wishes to purge his soul,
to restore his honor
and the honor of his family.
I think we should begin with a quick vote.
I loved it. He had them right here!
I was waiting for that old broad to stand up and salute.
Was that a smattering of applause I heard at the end of your summation?
Must've been my mother.
I couldn't believe Greco's persecution line.
Nobody's gonna buy that crap.
Looks like we're gonna make it home tonight, bro.
We could've gone across the street.
We could've gone to the moon.
Look, Mrs. Alston.
It's 11 for and one against.
Now, don't you have any respect for our opinions?
It's not a matter of respect.
I just don't think they proved their case.
You keep saying that over and over again.
What do you want? God to come down and tell you he's guilty?
Don't browbeat her, Rafael.
For christ sake, after all the testimony we've heard?
- Even his uncle thinks he's a murderer. - His uncle made a deal.
You said you have a real problem with the evidence,
but this is what you get in every trial of this nature.
What is it? Photographs of Pirone with some men?
Each of whom ended up dead!
Doesn't mean he killed them.
Neither do video tapes of Pirone talking to these so-called assassins.
There's nothing so-called about them.
They're all convicted murderers, Mrs. Alston.
How many times do I have to tell you?
My name is not Mrs. Alston.
Hey, you want a drink, Tommy?
Go ask Benny in the back.
No.
I like a little piano music when I drink.
Not a bunch of old men clicking bocce balls.
Aha.
Hello?
Where?
Okay.
Your jury has checked into a hotel for the night.
Why can't they make up their fucking mind?
The more time they spend, the better off you are.
Probably trying to wear down your girlfriend, Rusty.
I guess you could forget that.
Because my lady is gonna stand up for me all the way.
You don't understand, Paul.
Look, I've marched for a million different causes,
and I believe in a defendant's constitutional rights,
but in this case I really feel that Pirone's gotten a fair trial.
Paul, I cannot vote to convict this man.
Okay, Valerie, I respect your position.
Actually...
you're beginning to make me feel like...
I'm compromising my principles.
This is not a constitutional issue.
Yes, it is.
The man is being tried on the basis of his reputation,
his notoriety, his prior convictions, everything but the evidence.
Simply not true. There's tons of evidence.
- All of it tainted. - How can you say that?
Because if they had any one of us on trial,
they wouldn't be able to use the hearsay,
they wouldn't be able to use the unconstitutionally obtained surveillance.
It was not unconstitutionally obtained.
Can I say something?
People like Rusty Pirone were not around when the Constitution was written.
- Irrelevant. - Would you let him speak?
Let me finish. This is a man who has as much power as the government in some ways.
He has millions of dollars.
He has sources of information.
That does not mean we should deny him his constitutional rights.
- I have to agree with that. - Oh, great.
- Now you're on her side. - I just like that part of her argument.
- I know what part of her you like. - That's completely out of line...
Hey, you guys!
You wanna get into a pissing contest,
or you wanna resolve this?
Right.
Paul, Paul...
That guy's been on my case from day one.
Let me get this straight, Valerie.
You are convinced that Pirone is guilty, right?
- No, I'm not, actually. - You're not?
He could've been set up.
People in this country have been wrongfully accused before, haven't they, Albert?
That's true.
Listen, I don't care about Rusty Pirone.
I care about myself.
What if the government gets a vendetta against me,
or any one of us?
Will some other jury allow their use of trumped-up evidence?
Will they allow Graham to crucify us?
That's the most blatant piece of sophistry I've ever heard.
There's no need to get personal.
This constitutional thing is a red herring!
Rusty Pirone is a mad dog! He has no rights!
We can't get into that kind of thinking.
Come on, people, this has nothing to do with the Constitution,
which none of us knows anything about anyway!
Speak for yourself, Elliot.
Please, Paul.
I think this is more basic.
You find Pirone attractive, don't you?
Oh, no, not that.
That's great. Just great.
No, no, no. All that crude, evil power? I bet you like that. I bet it really turns you on.
You're a sick bastard, you know that? That's disgusting. And I'm not going to tolerate it!
Why do you think they allowed so many women on the jury?
Because they know Pirone's got this cheap vulgar sex appeal that women go for.
It seems more likely you would go for that.
Wrong, dear. I have better taste.
Now, you're all going off on tangents here.
And you're not?
You started this with your stupid accusations against me.
- Don't call me stupid, pal! - Get your finger out of my face!
Let's... Let's get back to basics.
Mrs. Alston refuses to deal with the facts.
Excuse me, but her point is that they're not facts at all.
And for the 99th time, her name is not Mrs. Alston.
But we're hardly into the second day, Your Honor. Pulling the plug would be premature.
Can you at least give them a Murphy charge?
Send them back?
In most cases I would, but this is different.
I've spoken to the four jurors myself.
There are four for acquittal?
The deliberations seem to have gone down a side road of governmental misconduct.
Misconduct?
I want to congratulate you, Your Honor,
for your fair and impartial handling of this trial.
All rise.
Be seated.
I understand you have worked hard and long
and were not able to reach a verdict.
I thank you for your efforts,
but I am sorry they did not bear fruit.
Jury is excused.
We had a strong case. A strong presentation.
The jury got sidetracked. It happens.
We'll get another shot.
Only this time, the spin is,
the jury let themselves get hoaxed by this constitutional thing,
and it shouldn't happen again.
Good evening, folks.
Excuse me.
- What's this? - Champagne.
Compliments of Mr. Pirone.
Prick.
He's not going to drink champagne in my face.
Dan, Dan!
- Dan, what are you doing? - Talk to him.
Dan. Please.
Salud, asshole!
You know, this is the kind of class move I should've expected from you.
This is my joint, Pirone.
You wanna celebrate? You go to one of your fucking rat holes.
Yeah? You gonna throw me out?
I'm not scared of you, Pirone.
I grew up with scum like you.
No, you grew up with me, you wouldn't have grown up.
Rusty, back off. Who cares? He means nothing.
I'm not finished with you, Pirone.
I'm gonna put you away.
Even when you're dead, I'll come spit on your grave.
Spit on me now.
Relax. Get him out of here.
- Come on, spit. Spit. - Get him out of here.
I'm gonna put you away.
Thank God for the Constitution? Protect me from opportunists like you.
Protect all of us from opportunists like you.
I'm proud of you, Valerie.
Thanks for nothing.
I'm free now, right?
Free as a bird.
And I never have to see any of you again.
We're out of your life forever.
Watch out, Mom!
- Yes! - Yeah.
See? I play every day.
And my game's gotten better.
That's why I want you to stay.
Oh, nice shot!
You'll be slam-dunking by spring break.
We moving here for good, Mom?
Would you like to?
I miss my friends.
You'd make new ones. You already have.
Mom, are you okay?
I'm fine.
I couldn't be better.
Everything is just fine.
Don't say I never gave you nothing.
I thought I was through with you people.
Consider this as a house call.
I know you've got...
that empty, hopeless, sick feeling.
And nobody in the world you can talk to about it.
Except me.
What?
Have you been thinking about going to Graham?
You expect me to tell you?
Don't do it.
Confession will not be good for your soul.
Anyway, you got nothing to be ashamed of.
You don't think so?
I let a murderer go.
You saved your kid's life.
Nobody can blame you for that.
When he kills again?
It won't be nobody you'd have for dinner.
Look...
Rusty Pirone is racing to the cemetery.
All you did was give him some time to catch his breath.
You did your thing. Now you walk away.
It's not that easy.
Something happened to me in that jury room.
I lied to people.
I used them.
I played on their weakness.
Flirted when I had to, played the martyr, the weak little woman.
It's over.
Everything's back to normal.
No, it's not.
You showed me a part of myself I never knew existed.
I'll never be the same.
You changed me, Vesey.
It was a question of due process and constitutional rights.
Valerie Alston really put it into perspective for me.
You should have seen the way they jumped on Valerie Alston.
They simply would not allow a woman to express a dissenting opinion. Heh.
That woman is to blame,
100 percent.
She's typical of what's going on in this country today.
Valerie Alston, Valerie Alston, space cadet.
But she took over in the jury room.
In the early voting, she was the only holdout.
Which means she came on the floor with her mind made up.
- We thought we had her in our pocket. - You think she had a hidden agenda?
You checked her background.
Any criminal history? Mob connections? Radical politics?
She's a sweetheart of Sigma Chi.
Did she exhibit any odd or unusual behavior during the trial?
Not really.
She moved her kid up to her father's place up in the country.
Took him out of school.
Like she was scared of something.
- Can you get in the house? - Hey, boss, I can't...
You can't get a search warrant because she voted against you.
Yes, I can, if I suspect jury tampering.
Juror Number 4, as I live and breathe.
Hello.
Won't you join me, Ms. Alston?
I come from a large family. I hate to eat alone.
I'm in kind of a hurry.
Hey. You ruined my career. The least you can do is break bread with me.
I'd expect to find you in more elegant surroundings.
This is the new thing,
according to New York magazine. Yeah.
Americans are returning to more traditional values.
They... They're getting married younger, they prefer simple food.
Is your career really over?
You really sound as if you care.
Truth is, I...
I got a personal interest in nailing guys like Rusty Pirone.
What'd he do to you?
It's not what he did. It's what he represents.
I, um...
I grew up with these guys.
I have a friend.
His father worked in the docks.
They beat him to death because he ran for union office.
And when my friend tried to get even, his own family...
His own family told him, "Let it go.
Just let it go. It's better for everybody. Let your father's death go unpunished."
That was the old days. They don't have that kind of power anymore.
It's true.
We got Pirone on the run. He's not the man he used to be.
He's the boss of no bosses.
Yeah. And that makes him even more dangerous.
He's a con and a rat. He's got nothing to lose.
Listen to me, Valerie.
I know these guys like to portray themselves
as romantic desperados who kill only their own.
But they prey on innocent people.
I don't have any illusions about Rusty Pirone, believe me.
Then why did...?
Pfft. Never mind.
You know, I'm sick of talking about this trial.
Do you want a coffee?
Sure.
Found these in her bedroom trash can.
Not like the lady to rip up photos of her son.
Nah, she wasn't ripping her son.
Say hello to Teddy Parnell.
He's got three priors for attempted murder, assault with deadly weapon.
He does freelance work for Pirone.
I know it's late, but I gotta talk to you.
Don't tell me, you come from a big family and hate to sleep alone?
This isn't a come-on and you know it.
Could we shed some light on the subject?
Don't you remember where the light is?
Oh, I forgot.
You were experiencing America's return to traditional values
while they searched my house.
You know this guy?
Only too well.
I've gotten him out of my life, I hope.
But this guy's a lowlife.
- He's done time for assault, attempted murder. - That's nothing.
You know what his greatest crime is?
He's a lousy lay.
Then he expects you to wait on him hand and foot.
- Where'd you meet him? - In a bar on the West Side.
Want me to put this on tape so you can play it back in the privacy of your boudoir?
You're overselling. It never happened.
You want a drink, Mr. Graham?
I'll tell you what happened.
This guy Parnell, he got to you.
He threatened to kill you and your son if you didn't vote to acquit Pirone.
Are you a man who blames everybody else for his failures?
You should've called immediately. I could've protected you.
- This nightmare wouldn't have happened. - Mr. Graham, I think you've been working too hard.
- I'm trying to help you. - Get your hands off me.
You're a hypocrite.
You've no right to say that. You never gave me a chance.
I can't believe I fell for that "they killed my best friend's father" line.
That was the truth.
Truth?
Tell me you wouldn't lie, you wouldn't withhold evidence,
you wouldn't sacrifice anybody to get what you want.
All the saints are in heaven, Valerie. I'm just trying to put a very bad man in jail.
And you don't care how you do it. There's no right or wrong here.
This is a private war between you and Pirone.
Okay, it is a vendetta.
But as long as people like Rusty Pirone can make millions off other people's misery,
as long as he can kill at will,
as long as he's free to do whatever he feels like doing anytime, then nobody's safe.
Yeah, they pay me, careerist prick that I am, to stop him.
And I can't do it.
I can't do it without you.
There's nothing I can do.
Then it don't stop there, Valerie.
The only way I can get Pirone is to get you first, and I will.
I got strong evidence that I can easily turn into proof.
Good night, Mr. Graham.
You better start thinking about who's gonna look after your kid when you're in jail.
Hi, boss.
So I put a guy outside her house,
and guess who comes waltzing out at 1 in the morning?
Our friend Mr. Graham.
He was in and out of there in less than an hour.
An hour?
What is he, a fireman?
You gotta have a whole night to do justice to a woman like that, my friend.
- Hey, Rusty. - Hey, how are you?
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
- We were rooting for you. - We were.
The jury must've got your vibes, honey, because I am free. I'm on the street.
I look great too. Put me in a movie.
We can do better. I wanna make a movie about your life.
About my life? Get out of here. My life is boring.
Thank you, though, honey. Boring.
Listen, put me in a movie, let me wear my own clothes.
I'll make you look good.
You know, if she was sitting there right now, she'd put every one of these whores to shame.
You still here?
All right, no knives, no guns.
This can't look like a hit.
Chill, Phil, we know what you're talking about.
We don't want any fingers pointing our way.
So you want us to make it look like a sex crime, Phillie?
You can make it look like mono-fucking-nucleosis for all I care.
Will you get your nose out of that shit and listen to me?
Keep it down in the peanut gallery, will you?
Vesey.
Valerie?
Shut up.
Get away from me.
Come on.
I'll put on a little white see-through...
talk that little-girl talk.
You'll never know the difference.
You could never be her. You wouldn't know how.
Get away from and keep away from me!
Check it out, Vesey.
Because this is the closest you're ever gonna get to your beloved Valerie.
Come on, baby. Hang with your friends.
We want you.
Oh, excuse me, miss.
Yeah, I'm looking for this vintage clothing store.
Hi.
Help me!
Help!
Phillie says take her to the Rambles.
Like somebody grabbed her by her house and dragged her into the park.
Help me!
Somebody!
Help me! Help!
Let's go!
Peek-a-boo! Heh-heh-heh.
No, no. Don't kill me!
Let me go!
- Put her down. Let her beg. - Don't kill me!
Oh, shit!
Back off, Edmund!
- Unh! - Vesey!
Hold it! Hold it!
Okay.
Okay, Valerie, let's go.
Run. Run.
Are you hit?
No.
That's good.
Let's go.
You go ahead. I'll follow you.
- I'll call an ambulance. - No.
Later you gotta square it with Pirone.
What do you mean?
It's gone too far for the cops.
He'll send a thousand mutts after you.
You gotta straighten this out yourself.
How?
You can push his buttons, you can...
You can get over on him.
Just like you did on that jury.
You saved my life.
Get out of here. Go.
Surprise.
Oh, the lucky girl.
Now, where you calling from?
A booth.
I didn't want this number on my record.
You're a smart girl.
Thanks.
Now, what do I do for you?
I want to show you that I can be trusted.
I want to know I can trust you too.
You know what?
I think I'm glad you made it.
Hey, hold it, fellas.
Got it. Let's move.
It's getting so not even the bad guys are safe in Central Park.
Who's that?
Tommy Vesey.
Crooked cop. Drugs, payoffs.
Ended up doing odd jobs for Pirone.
Yeah, it's a Pirone party.
But where's the host?
You're gonna love this.
He ditched a tail on the Westside Highway.
The guy could be anywhere.
The name of the game, Valerie, is not who dies...
but who dies first.
That'll be your boy.
Now, whatever your father told you, your mother told you, the priests, the teachers...
forget.
Because the only guy you really gotta worry about now, Valerie, that's me.
You sure you have enough privacy here?
Lucky I'm a country girl. I know how to drive these roads.
Very lucky.
Very lucky indeed.
You want a cocktail?
It's a little early.
Not for you. You've been up all night.
True.
You ever try a Yellow Parrot?
Well, here's a drink you see in all the old movies.
And may you live a hundred years.
Sweet.
This where you killed Matty Russell?
No, no, I sold that joint a long time ago. This is my private hideaway.
Nobody knows.
Nobody but me.
Why don't you sit down?
You tried to kill me.
Yeah, you're my first failure too, in 20 years.
Vesey saved me.
Is he okay?
He don't owe nobody money no more.
Took guts for you to come here.
It's the only thing I could do.
I have to show you that I can be trusted.
- I'm not gonna talk. - No?
Graham is on your case.
Now, how do I know he's not gonna break you down?
Because there's nothing in it for me.
Graham can't prove anything without me.
And I'd be crazy to turn my life upside down
to prove a case against a man who has the power of life and death over me.
I'm impressed.
That's a good proposition.
That's nice.
Just not good enough.
What more can I give you?
Come here.
That night...
You liked it?
I liked it.
Yes.
Yeah.
You and me start going around, we'd make all the papers.
The Godfather and the juror.
Graham would lose his mind.
I gave you the good news.
What's the bad news, Rusty?
I don't trust anybody.
I don't trust the stool pigeons in my family.
And my freelancers are dead.
Even Vesey.
And you're the only one left here that really knows what the hell went down.
Now, what would you do?
You could trust me.
You know you're the first person in my life I don't want to hurt?
Yeah.
I'd be a fool to let you live, right?
I must be a fool.
Yeah, you die.
Smart girl.
Doorman says she came home around 10:00,
looking good, like she stayed the night somewhere.
Any news of Pirone?
He's vanished. Nobody knows where he is.
I think they clipped him.
Yeah, that's what that massacre in the park was about.
That's great for us. That's great.
The spin is that the other families were so worried about our prosecution,
they killed Pirone to take the heat off their own scams.
What do you think?
Valerie isn't a party girl. She don't stay out.
You were wrong about Valerie, Dan. Why can't you admit that?
She's a ditz.
She was out of her league on that jury.
Look, she's got her kid, and now everything's back to normal.
Normal? Hey.
Excuse the language, Eleanor. You never know about these broads.
Sometimes the quiet ones...
You know what I mean.
Maybe she's got a secret life.
Well, she's not gonna have any secrets from me.
Yeah!
Yes! My room!
All right!
I feel like my room is hugging me, Mom.
It missed you.
He really is happier here.
It's his home.
Mine too.
Grandpa, look at this.
Come here. I want to show you something.
Where's the team?
I can't see them.
Maybe we came to the wrong field.
Maybe they called it off.
Valerie? Hi.
Hey, you don't have to do that. I'm one of the good guys.
So you keep telling me.
So you like soccer, Robbie?
Spare us the courtroom charm, Mr. Graham.
I like sports.
- Hey, Robbie! - You like games.
Come on, Robbie!
Come on, Mom!
You're one tough customer, you know that?
Okay, Rusty Pirone's missing.
Disappeared. Nobody knows where he is, not even his own guys.
Want me to find him for you?
Maybe you could tell us where to start looking.
I'm sorry. That was clumsy.
Listen to me. Please.
It's just me here. No wires, no backup.
It's not about nailing anybody anymore.
I just want to know.
Did Rusty Pirone get to you?
You just gotta say one word, yes or no.
I can't do anything to you.
I don't want to.
I just... I just want to know.
You live your life believing in justice and the rule of law.
And someone grabs you off the street in broad daylight,
walks right past the police into your bedroom,
tells you he'll reach out from the grave and kill your son if you don't do what he says.
Have you ever been confronted by that kind of evil?
You don't think about right or wrong. All you think about is survival.
You do what you have to do.
Thanks.
Mom, come on! Let's go!
Valerie.
You'll be okay?
I'll be fine.
Now I'll be fine.