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Thus far monitoring has generally revealed that Henry Hill is in the upper echelon—perhaps the head—of a large-scale, organized, interstate drug trafficking and distribution operation which he runs from at least two known locations in Nassau County: (1) his residence at 19 St. Marks Avenue, Rockville Centre, and (2) the residence of Robin Cooperman, 250 Lakeview Avenue, Rockville Centre (referred to during intercepted telephone conversations as "the bat cave").
Still unknown are the full scope of Hill's illegal operation, the identity of the conspirators, and the precise type of controlled substances involved. Monitoring has revealed that at the local level the ring appears to center around Henry Hill, Robin Cooperman, and Judy Wicks; however, many others still as yet unidentified are involved and the nature and scope of their involvement remains unknown at the present time.
Over the course of monitoring, Henry Hill, or others associated with Henry Hill, have conversed, in coded terms or in a ma
Uncertainty surrounds the identity of the controlled substances in which Henry Hill and his co- conspirators are trafficking because Hill's conversations with his contacts are uniformly guarded, vague and replete with obviously coded language. Terms such as "opals," "stones," "buds," "karats," "OZ," "whole," "quarter," "half," and "one-for-two," have been employed in an obvious reference to things other than what they commonly co
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In monitoring Hill's phone on March 29, Ma
MAZZEI: You know the golf club and the dogs you gave me in return? HILL: Yeah.
MAZZEI: Can you still do that?
HILL: Same kind of golf clubs?
MAZZEI: No. No golf clubs. Can you still give me the dogs if I can pay for the golf clubs?
HILL: Yeah. Sure.
[portion of conversation omitted]
MAZZEI: You front me the shampoo and I'll front you the dog pills.... What time tomorrow? HILL: Anytime after twelve.
MAZZEI: You won't hold my lady friend up?
HILL: No.
MAZZEI: Somebody will just exchange dogs.
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FOR ASSISTANT U.S. ATTORNEY MCDONALD and the Strike Force prosecutors Henry Hill was a bonanza. He was not a mob boss or even a noncommissioned officer in the mob, but he was an earner, the kind of sidewalk mechanic who knew something about everything. He could have written the handbook on street-level mob operations. Ever since the first day he walked into the Euclid Avenue Taxicab Company, back in 1954, Henry had been fascinated by the world he had longed to join, and there was little he hadn't learned and even less that he had forgotten.
Within twenty-four hours McDonald began making arrangements with the Nassau prosecutors to turn their routine drug pinch over to the feds in order to snare bigger fish. Henry was about to become a prize catch, a player in a larger game, even though at first he did not know it.
When the feds first arrived at his jail cell, Henry thought he could use them to help con his way out Residues of coke and optimism were still in his system. One day he would tell his parole officer he might be willing to talk if he could get back on the street, and the next day he would deny having made the suggestion. He stirred the interest of the FBI by giving them tips on hijackings, murders, and Lufthansa, but he never delivered a punchline.