Reversal of Fortune Page #6

- It's fun.

- Fun? This guy is a sleaze.

- You don't know what he's gonna try.

- What, is he gonna shoot me?

Come on, I'm from Brooklyn.

OK, I'll stand by the window every ten

minutes. That way you can know I'm safe.

I had this friend, Gilbert Jackson.

Interior decorator.

Flaming queen,

but a very excellent guy.

He introduced me to Alex von Auersberg.

Sure it was Alex?

We had dinner a few times, drinks.

All I knew, Alex was some rich kid.

So sometimes - this is like summer of '77-

I'd motor to Newport for some R and R.

Gilbert asked me to bring Alex a package.

I figured interior decoration.

Maybe drapes.

Like six times. So I'd call Alex.

- How did you get his phone number?

- From Gilbert.

- You still have it?

- Maybe.

I'm that kind of guy.

Here.

One night, I got curious.

Opened the package.

F***in' pharmacy, man.

Needles, syringes, white powder,

nice selection of pills, Demerol...

Like a drugstore.

You delivered drugs six times

and didn't know it?

Stupid, huh?

Then Gilbert asked me again.

I couldn't say no, but this time I made

Alex open the package in front of me.

Voil.

I go "Awful lot of pharmaceuticals

for one person."

He goes "Oh, I give some

to my mom to keep her off my back."

A few weeks later,

Gilbert gets mistaken for a softball.

Two guys bash his head in.

Alex calls me, totally urinary.

Will the cops find his phone number

and f*** up his trust fund or something?

Well, that's the fat. That's the skinny.

You like it?

You traffic with drug dealers

and drag queens,

you have a part-time job,

you ride in rented limos.

All in all, I'd say you're probably the least

impressive witness I've ever seen.

Wait a minute.

You think I'm scum, don't you?

Blow it out your ass.

You want a witness to back me up?

I'll get one.

And hey, maybe I'll see you

at the Celtics, huh?

I am not going to let them execute you.

You're not gonna die.

Look, Johnny, this is gonna be

a lot easier on you if you don't cry, OK?

I... I know your brother's hysterical.

Number one, they always

set a date for the execution,

and they always postpone it.

He's great like this. I just wish he had

something left for those around him.

Why are you talking to me about money?

Anyway, it's nice to have you back here.

Say hello to your brother.

Right. OK.

OK, who's got what?

Maria's testimony. She says Sunny

did take Valium prescribed for Claus.

Score one for von Bulow.

- And this Jamie Smather prescription?

- Who's Jamie Smather?

300-pound red-headed hooker in white

boots. She supplied Claus with Valium.

He had a gorgeous mistress

and went to an ugly whore?

There are some things

even mistresses won't do.

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