i'm trying to thing of the more -- in welsh -- well-known convicted folks, john gatti, escorted him to and from the jail every day, and on his last trial when he was finally convicted back in 1982 -- i'm sorry -- '92, and i'd pick him up every morning and john had something funny to say every day. a guy facing life sentence, possibly the death penalty, and i'd show up at the metropolitan corrections center in manhattan every morning, put handcuffs on him, and he turned around and said, hey, lady, change for 100? and i'd look at him, it was funny yesterday, can we move on? what wasn't funny is when i picked -- three of them on trial. john, frank, and sammy the bull, and i show up one morning and there's no sammy. i don't say anything. john is quiet as a church mouse, which is unusual for john. and i get on the elevator, the three of us, and you could have heard a pin drop. i turned to john and for whatever reason he is staring at me. i said, john, where is sammy, is he a rat? i had no idea what was going on in sammy's world the night before with the fbi. so he locket at me and if looks