NEWS FLASH; April 7 2011
Mid day break
Jimmy the Patsy DelNegro finished giving his memorized bullshit answers to Crockett’s softball questions – and then took a deep breath as the Plyam’s attorney rose to start the cross-examination.
The first question was “Where is Precision Development’s corporate office located”? Now this should have been easy.
(Remember, he’s supposedly the President of this company).
Jimmy first said it was in Clifton Park. Then, showing obvious signs of strain and starting to perspire heavily, he added that it was on Plank Road.
But when pressed for the actual street number, Jimmy (Bob-didn’t-give-me-that-info) DelNegro said: “I’m not sure.”
REALLY?? A COMPANY WITH $26 MILLION OF REAL ESTATE AND YOU DON’T KNOW WHERE THE FUCKING OFFICE IS LOCATED?
Unfortunately, this is when the judge adjourned for lunch.
Drink up your lunch, Jimmy, it’s going to be a loooooooooooong afternoon!
Update April 6 2011
DelNegro was only n the stand for about 40 minutes – and, with one exception, didn’t say anything that interesting. The one exception concerned the fact that he said Frank Parlato had stolen a truck that belonged to Yuri.
Tomorrow should be a lot more interesting.
Quick update; Jim the Patsy DelNegro is on the stand
Crockett looked pissed from the moment he walked into the courtroom today and things quickly went downhill for him and the Bronfman brats.
The proceedings began with Dennis Riley questioning Plyam about several aspects of the Precision Development project. Right off the bat, the judge allowed in several emails that Yuri had sent to Raniere about the project. Included with these emails were numerous pictures of project sites and equipment, and details about the company’s day to day operations.
Next came a series of emails showing that ON AT LEAST 8 OCCASIONS Yuri had tried to get Raniere to sign off on an operating agreement that recognized the Bronfmans owned 1/3 of the project. (Per each of those agreements, Yuri was to own 1/3 and Nancy Salzman, who Clare described as the Bronfmans’ Project Advisor, was to own 1/3). Even Clare seemed startled to find out that, contrary to what Raniere had been telling her, Plyam had always recognized that she and her sister were supposed to have an ownership interest in the project.
After about 5 hours of testimony and evidence that was clearly in the Plyams’ favor, Crockett launched his counter-attack. This started about 2:30 local time.
Believe it or not (and only Steve I-just-learned-about-the-World-Wide-Web Coffey would buy into this pile of shit), Crockett’s main argument was that Plyam had fabricated all of the emails the judge had already admitted into evidence. And to prove this, he pointed out that all of printed out copies of those emails had dates on the bottom of each page that had occurred in 2010 or 2011.
THAT’S THE DATE THEY WERE PRINTED YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!! AND, SINCE YOU’VE HAD A COPY OF THE HARD DRIVE FROM YURI’S COMPUTER FOR THE PAST 3 YEARS, YOU KNOW THAT ALL OF THOSE EMAILS ARE REAL.
Even the judge looks like he thinks Crockett should be admitted for observation at a local mental health clinic. Several times, the judge was just shaking his head after one of the many “side bar” discussions that Robert had demanded was over.
The only other significant development is that the judge decided not to allow testimony by 2 of the Bronfman’s “expert witnesses” because the issues they were going to testify about are no longer relevant. And why is that, you ask? That’s because at the beginning of the trial, Crockett decided to drop the company that had actually been doing the construction work. “Gee, Clare, sorry that I had you and Sara shell out millions of dollars for these witnesses, only to find out we can’t use them.”
Crockett, you may end up on the wrong end of one hell of a malpractice suit before this whole fiasco is over. Maybe it will be Stevie who brings that lawsuit. I was really hoping I would see some first class lawyering but you have been little more than a shrill, loudmouth. God I feel sorry for Mrs. Crockett and Mrs. Crockett and Mrs. Crockett and young Mrs. Crockett and old Mrs. Crockett and your favorite Mrs. Crockett.
One other bit of excitement as one of Crockett’s assistants informed the judge that someone in the courtroom had been recording the proceedings and the judge announced that if it happened again, he would have the recorder confiscated. (So much for open courtrooms and freedom of the press). This will come as a big surprise to the Reporters Committee for Freedom of the Press whose published guidelines (here) indicate that in California, “conversations that occur at any public gathering where one could expect to be overheard, including any legislative, judicial, or executive proceeding open to the public, are not covered” by that State’s non-recording statute.
Crockett, I’m not recording anything you fucking moron. I’m not even taken notes.
Oh yeah, and Jimmy the Patsy DelNegro looked ill. Great big grins for the jury but sweating like a pig. And today should be the day that Jimmy the Patsy boy takes the stand!