May 13th, 1977. 5:45 p.m. 59th Street, Woodside, Queens. Mickey Spelain, 43 years old, walks toward his apartment building. Five bullets tear through him in rapid succession. He collapses on the sidewalk, blood spreading across the concrete. The hit takes 12 seconds. The shooter disappears into traffic. Spelain dies before the ambulance arrives. For 15…
In Casino, there’s a scene you’ve watched a dozen times. Arty Piscano, the Kansas City guy, the one with the grocery store, stands behind his counter ranting about airfare and hotel expenses while his mother tells him to calm down. He’s writing everything in a notebook, every…
Somewhere in Illinois, a limousine is waiting. His people arranged it. After 25 years, the king was finally coming home. The car was there. The clothes were pressed. The crown [music] was ready. Then at dawn, the cell door opened. Not the way he planned. Prison officials walked in. No suit, no handshake, just handcuffs….
Somewhere in the American Midwest, a woman is registering her children under a name that isn’t hers in a city she didn’t choose. Married to a man who is already sleeping with someone else 2 weeks into their new life. [snorts] The FBI gave Karen Hill a fresh identity and a handler and called…
Aunt 1980. Henry Hill is sitting in a federal holding room about to destroy every person he [music] ever cared about. He’s going to give up names, dates, murders, heists. He’s going to burn the Luke family to the ground to save [music] his own skin. But here’s what nobody talks about. Before Henry flipped,…
Kurt turned his attention back to the wall, effectively dismissing her. Courtney stood there, frozen. She’d faced rejection before, had been kicked out of venues, told her music was garbage, called every name in the book. But this was different. This wasn’t rejection based on her music or her attitude. This was rejection of her…
June 19th, 1980. Henry Hill walks out of a federal courthouse in Brooklyn, shakes hands with his handler, and disappears into witness protection. Ray Liotta’s voiceover tells you he became a nobody, that he missed the life, that suburban existence felt like punishment. It’s a perfect ending, melancholy, cinematic, bittersweet. The kind of ending…
And for God’s sake, play your hit single so ratings stay high. Three days before the show, Nirvana’s manager received a call from SNL’s music producer, Cheryl Hardwick. “We need Kurt to perform Smells Like Teen Spirit as the first song,” she said. “That’s what the audience wants to hear. That’s what will keep them…
September 16, 1931, 3:28 p.m. Apartment 211, 1740 Collingwood Avenue, Detroit. Three men walked into what they thought was a peace conference. They walked in unarmed, trusting. 15 seconds later, all three were dead. Blood pulled under a couch. Cigars still clenched in dead hands. Bullet holes peppered the walls. This wasn’t just another…
I can’t tell you how much I sympathize with the way everybody has had to endure this unbelievably testing and challenging time. >> Right in the heart of what appeared to be a peaceful royal household, a silent fisher is steadily widening as the king abruptly announces he will fly to Norway in the dead…
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