Gettin' Square

"Richard Dent QC: Warren Halliwell. I'm asking you if you've ever heard of Warren Halliwell. Johnny Francis 'Spit' Spitieri: I told you, mate: I don't remember names and stuff like that. Oh... oh, I do remember there was an old bloke, Warren, who used to drink down at the Oxford in Petersham, but, mate, I don't know what his second name was. Richard Dent QC: I was referring to the accountant on the Gold Coast. Johnny Francis 'Spit' Spitieri: What, you were referring Warren to an accountant? Richard Dent QC: No. Johnny Francis 'Spit' Spitieri: Oh, mate, old Warren wouldn't need an accountant, mate, he's just an old pisshead. Don't know where you're getting your info from. Old Warren'd be dead by now, wouldn't he? Richard Dent QC: I am not talking about your friend from Petersham, Mr. Spitieri. I am talking about Warren Halliwell the accountant who practices on the Gold Coast. Johnny Francis 'Spit' Spitieri: ...Yeah... Richard Dent QC: You know Warren Halliwell, don't you? Johnny Francis 'Spit' Spitieri: ...Yeah... if he used to drink at the Oxford at Petersham I do, mate, but dead set he didn't look like an accountant to me. Richard Dent QC: No, I'm not saying he was an accountant. Johnny Francis 'Spit' Spitieri: Yes you did, you said it then. Richard Dent QC: No. Johnny Francis 'Spit' Spitieri: Yes you did, mate. Oh, you keep doing it, you're trying to confuse me. Hey, what'd old Warren do wrong, mate? What're you hassling him for? He's done nothing wrong, he's just an old pisshead. Richard Dent QC: I am not talking about your friend Warren. Johnny Francis 'Spit' Spitieri: Oh, well what the fuck are you talking about? Oh, I'd better go home, my bus goes at four o'clock. 'Scuse me, who's paying for my bus fare today? Richard Dent QC: I put it to you that on August the 26th last year, you delivered approximately $200,000 in cash to the office of Warren Halliwell. Johnny Francis 'Spit' Spitieri: Oh, mate, 200? Do I look like I got 200 grand in cash? I'm on the bones of me ass, mate!"

"Johnny Francis 'Spit' Spitieri: Oh, I gotta get home. Who's paying for my bus fare today? Richard Dent QC: You don't need to worry about that now, witness. Johnny Francis 'Spit' Spitieri: Well excuse me, I am worried about it! I'm on medication, you know? Gotta pick up me methadone before five, otherwise I don't get nothing 'til the morning. 'Scuse me, your honor, do you know who's paying for my bus fare today? Judge: Mr. Dent, has the witness been afforded appropriate expenses? Richard Dent QC: Sir, I'm informed those instructing me will arrange a check in payment of Mr. Spitieri's witness expenses directly. Johnny Francis 'Spit' Spitieri: A check? Well, what am I gonna do with a check, your honor? I don't want a fucking check. Me bus driver's not going to take a check. I need me bus money, otherwise how am I supposed to get home? Judge: Yes, alright Mr. Spitieri. Mr. Dent, I wonder whether, in the circumstances, some appropriate arrangements couldn't be made? Richard Dent QC: To avoid further delays, I'll get Mr. Toole to fix that up now. [Mr. Toole pulls a bill from his wallet and gives it to Mr. Dent who gives it to Spit] Johnny Francis 'Spit' Spitieri: Oh, that's only $20. Me bus doesn't come 'til four, I'm gonna need some lunch. Judge: I think perhaps, in the circumstances, the witness is entitled to be reimbursed for his luncheon expenses, Mr. Dent. Richard Dent QC: I'll get Mr. Toole to give him another $20 to cover his luncheon expenses. [Mr. Toole looks in his wallet, but it's empty. He shrugs at Mr. Dent, who sighs and pulls a bill from his own wallet and gives it to Spit] Johnny Francis 'Spit' Spitieri: Thank you. [He sits down and folds his hands, looking smug]"