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- Department of Homeland Security
- Case ref: DHS/NN/458489
- Evidence Item ref:111/27/4
- Transcript of covert recording
- EP: Ernest Piccolo, President & Chief Executive Officer, Piccolo Industries
- SB: Sal Buscemi, Chief Financial Officer, Piccolo Industries
- BP: Patricia (Bookie) Penette, Executive Assistant to Ernest Piccolo (not present in room)
- EP: Sal, you ever take a shit, go back to the bathroom an hour later and see that shit still
- floating, looking right up at you, grinning?
- SP: Not grinning, no.
- EP: I don't mean literally grinning Sal, I'm not insane. I’m not your son. No offence, he’s a
- great kid, he’s my nephew or something and I love him, and I know you and Maria did your best,
- and by saying that I’m not suggesting you could’ve done more, although obviously you could, or
- he wouldn’t be such a crazy little prick. If your Peter had asked such a question, it would not be
- unreasonable to assume he was genuinely enquiring as to whether your turds were in the
- habit of taunting you as he no doubt believes his do him. But I am not your son Sal, and
- I almost certainly never will be. So just humour me and answer the question – did you ever
- take a shit and find it still there hours later?
- SB: I guess.
- EP: You guess or yes? It’s not the kind of thing a man forgets, Sal. Not a real man.
- SB: Jesus H. Yes.
- EP: Yes what? What yes, Sal?
- SB: Yes, I’ve taken a shit and returned to the bathroom to find it still there.
- EP: That’s unimpressive Sal. A man should never be defeated by his own shit.
- (over intercom) Bookie, make a note for Sal’s next appraisal – Sal is to be bonus-dependant
- on establishing mastery over his own excrement.
- BP: I’m not sure I understand that, Mr P.
- EP: Excrement, Bookie. It means shit.
- BP: I understand the word, Mr P. But I prefer to believe I misheard the rest.
- EP: I feel the same Bookie, I feel the same. If you need any counselling, please bill the
- company – Sal, this is coming out of your bonus. Bookie, Sal is currently not in charge of his
- own shit. It is dominating him, Bookie. Tell me, could you respect a man who can’t control his
- shit? Who, in his own words, is terrified of his own dirty business? Could you make love to such
- a man?
- SB: What the hell? Don’t answer that, Bookie. Ernest for Christ’s sake, I did not say...
- EP: Sal, the first step in conquering your fears is accepting them. Now I don’t mind telling you,
- a man scared of his own shit repulses me. Right now you disgust me Sal, and as a lifelong
- friend, cousin or whatever and colleague I feel I can tell you that and expect to have you take it
- on board and deal with it. If there’s anything I can do to help you through this then just let me
- know, day or night. By me, I of course mean the company. And by let me know, I mean talk to
- Doc Crawford. And by day or night, I mean day – out of hours calls aren’t covered by his
- standard contract and incur ad hoc payments. There’s a recession on Sal, in case you hadn’t
- noticed, and Piccolo Industries has better things to do with its money than pay some slack-
- assed Jew to listen to your shit-fears at 4am.
- SB: Ernest, for crying out loud, Monroe Crawford is not a Jew.
- EP: Let’s not bring race into this Sal, I’ve only got so many blind eyes I can turn. Bookie, you still
- there?
- BP: Physically yes, Mr P. But in every other sense I fled the scene some time ago.
- EP: Well, turn this Goddamn thing off, this is a private conversation between old friends. I
- expect better of you Bookie, I really do.
- BP: I’m gone, I’m gone.
- EP: I’m disappointed Bookie. Do you hear me? Are you still there? Is she still there?
- SB: I don’t think so.
- EP: Unbelievable. Huh?
- SB: Mm.
- EP: Unbelievable. Anyway, where was…oh yeah, Sal, do you know why this is Piccolo
- Industries and not Buscemi Industires?
- SB: No Ern, do we have to?
- EP: Have to what? What have to?
- SB: Ernest, I do not have the energy for this conversation right now.
- EP: Oh well, colour me brown, there’s a crap in my pants. (over intercom) Bookie?
- BP: Aw Christ, Mr P, what now?
- EP: Hey, let’s have less of the attitude, can we? I’m sorry I said you were dumpy if that’s what’s
- got your panties in a bunch, but you need to grow up and start acting like a Goddamn
- professional, Patricia. I mean it.
- BP: You didn’t call me dumpy, you asshole, you called me plain.
- EP: Plain? Really? Well what’s so bad about that? Jeez, I thought I said you were dumpy.
- Maybe you weren’t there. Anyway, why did I just switch this thing on again?
- BP: To take my last shred of dignity and ram it up my asshole sideways?
- EP: No, no, that’s not it. Okay, forget it. And cancel my four thirty.
- BP: You don’t have a four thirty.
- EP: Great, thanks Bookie. So, Sal. Sal, Sal. Sal. What was I saying?
- SB: Sal.
- EP: Yes. And no. But mainly yes. Sal, do you know why this is Piccolo Industries and not
- Buscemi Industires?
- SB: Because forty years ago your father got a whore to seduce my father and then
- had a photographer take pictures which your father then threatened to show my mother and the
- national press unless he signed over the controlling shares?
- EP: My god, you really can’t let that go, can you? Jealousy is an ugly emotion Sal, an ugly
- emotion. And she was not a whore, she was a slut.
- SB: Big difference.
- EP: Let’s not get personal here, Sal. That’s my mother you’re talking about. Anyway, it’s Piccolo
- Industries because running an organisation like this requires a man who has never returned to a
- toilet to find his own physical waste still there. I’m back to shit here, by the way. Actually, in an
- ideal world, it'd be a man who has never returned to a toilet period, but this is not that world Sal,
- and the sooner you realise that, the better.
- SB: You know what? I’m just gonna -
- EP: Save it, Sal. Tell it to your shit, if you can summon up the nerve. Anyway, as I was
- saying, I have never returned to a toilet to find my own shit there, mocking me. However…
- (silence)
- SB: What are you doing?
- LE: It’s my new stance. What do you think? What does it say to you?
- SB: Ernest, look at me. Are you having some sort of breakdown?
- LE: I’m gonna let that go Sal, mostly because I’m quite, quite high right now.
- SB: Oh, God.
- EP: No, it’s a stance that says I’m in control yet compassionate. I rule the roost but at the same
- time I look after my flock. Chicks dig me, men fear me. I give money to those AIDS people or
- whatever but I am still welcome at the country club. I drive a Porsche but only because it really,
- really wants me to. I am a man you might base a character on in Dallas. Possibly even Falcon
- Crest, with the right director.
- SB: Um.
- LE:. Ah, Christ, where was I?
- SB: By the window.
- LE: Yes, thank you. Look, I can sympathise Sal, I really can. Sure, I’ve never been challenged
- by my own crap, but I do find myself in a situation which is not without similarities. You
- see Sal - what, why are you flinching? I’m just putting my hand on your shoulder, you fat pussy -
- see Sal, I too have found myself looking at a monster of my own creation, unexpectedly defiant
- and too powerful to remove with a push of a lever. Stinking and wretched, a symbol of my ability
- to unwittingly empower other entities with almost supernatural levels of belligerent endurance
- and universally unwelcome influence on all seven senses. That metaphorical turd, Sal, is Travis
- Taylor. And his name needs to go on the list.
- SB: What list?
- LE: The list of people you need to kill, Sal. Did I not give you that yet?
- end of transcript.
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