Silence in the court, please

Ladies and gentlemen, you are about to witness the trial of mister Don Santino

Sir, where were you on the night of the third of July 1946?

You know, it was just an ordinary evening

I was getting a sandwich down to Mario's

And then Antony comes in and says, some big shot from across the river looking for you

I say, who could possibly be looking for me, huh?

And what was his name? He says, Gino, Gino?

I know Gino, that, that pie guy from Sicily, yeah

I say, you go back, you tell your friend Gino

You say, me and him, let's meet up later, you know, in the town, talk about the business, huh?

So anyways, around 8 p.m., Bobby comes picks me up in a car

Drive me down to the Stinkies around six street

And I meet mister Gino

We have some good food, we talk about the olive oil business, and I'm on my way

So there are no ulterior motives to this meeting?

And we were just chatting, you know

About what?

Hey, usual stuff, you know

We said something about the journey here

The plane, the engine was worried, some bullshit like that

Well, given mister Gino's high position of power in Sicilian

I find it all the suspicious shit, he was not seen alive after that night

Listen, I told already I had nothing to do with this fucking mess

So what did you do that night, mister Santino?

You know how many times I have fucking tell you?

All we did was talk about business, nothing more than that

Nothing went down, we talked about the olive oil business, that is it

And what did you do, mister Santino?

You wanna know what I did? You wanna fucking know what I did?

Okay, I'll show you, I'll show you, sir. You think it's so big? I'll show you here. I did this!