Chicago State Hospital
4200 West Irving Park Road,
Mental Fitness to Stand Trial
Assessment - addendum to file
Mr. Giovanni Redonna
November 1, 1930
I regret to inform the court
of the unexpected passing of Mr. Redonna
, who died by his own hand
last night in his cell. The incredible violence of his demise is currently under independent investigation. Passersby were amazed by the unusually large amounts of blood.
Mr. Redonna, who was under my care
, showed signs of a seriously declining mental state, lapsing into a pre-catatonia
between periods of intense psychotic episode
s. His death
, while alarming, is not at all uncommon in this type of mental breakdown
. The extent of Mr. Redonna's illness cannot be understated
. He was completely mentally isolated from reality
, living in a nightmarish
world of his own creation
. It is the assessment of this doctor that Mr. Redonna was utterly unfit for trial
, and furthermore, it is quite extraordinary that a man suffering from such extensive
mental illness was even able to appear even marginally sane
, let alone function independently in society
. I would call into question the investigative techniques of the Chicago Police Department
, if not for the independently verified reports of Mr. Redonna's lucid
ity in the weeks prior to his incarceration
. Had this testimony not come forth, I would caution the court that Mr. Redonna's case fits the textbook description
of pinning a crime on a mental defective
in order to have it off a precinct
's rap sheet
. I feel ill at ease
about this case, as I have never, in all my years of study and practice, come across so rapid a decline
in mental fitness. It is a disturbing anomaly
in the annals of psychiatry, and I have forwarded this case to the American Psychological Association
and the American Medical Association
for review. I would recommend the court strike the testimony
of Mr. Giovanni Redonna on the basis of his highly fractured mental state and deep psychosis
. He cannot be held responsible for his actions, or be used as a reliable source of testimony
on the actions of others.
Attached for review
are the most recent notes taken while assessing the patient.
Dr. John Bellweather
October 29th, 1930
Dr. Bellweather: Good morning Mr. Redonna. How are you feeling
Giovanni Redonna: ...
DB: Come now Giovanni, are we going to do this again? If you don't answer my questions, how can I help you?
GR: You can't help me Doc
. Trust me
DB: You keep saying that Giovanni. How do you know I can't help? What makes you feel helpless?
GR: (whisper) I keep telling you. Stupid fuck
DB: Come now Giovanni, do we need to keep using such foul lang..(Interrupted)
GB: (shouting) It was the fucking Devil! What the fuck can you do about the Devil you fucking shrink
? Nothing! (screams) (sound of chair moving)
(Sounds of struggle)
DB: Sedate him.
GR: You're fucked! We all are! He's fucking here. (laughter)
DB: Take him back to his cell.
Orderly: Come on you.
GR: (whisper) it was the fucking Devil
, clear as day you dumb ...
DB: Stop the tape.
October 30th, 1930
GR: (singsong) I haven't had this much fun since Whitechapel
. It's almost as fun as Lorient
DB: Giovanni, can you hear me?
GR: (singsong) Eight little whores
, with no hope of heaven. Gladstone
may save one, and then there'll be seven
DB: Note for the recording, the patient
has been heavily sedated. Shock treatments may be used to reverse catatonia
later today. Patient is non-responsive.
GR: Se non è vero, è bene trovato
DB: I'll have to get that translated later. Giovanni, tell me about the night in the processing plant. Tell me about it again.
GR: Oh, I remember that! That was quite a night
, quite a night! We were making a mess and cleaning it up, cleaning it up and making a mess
(whisper) They all don't believe me doctor, but I saw him. Plain as day. HE was as red
as a cardinal
. He talked to me you know. He said "Hello Giovanni, lovely day isn't it? Come, lets us see about these here fuckers what we gotta cut up". I.. I..
DB: Go on Giovanni.
GR: We hung them on the hooks
, like the sides of beef
they was designed for. Up under the chin
. These mook
s had been on ice
for months. I had to haul on they's feet to get the hooks in. We hung up all the kike
s in a row. They was Hershel
's boys from up on the West side. We had them in the back of the freezer at Don Paulo’s on Front Street
for months. I dropped the Mick
shopkeeper who ratted on Jimmy the Nose off the back of the truck and he broke like a slab a ice
. (shout) Holy fuck that was funny. I had three pieces a frozen fucking Mick on the floor
DB: What where you doing at the meat processing plant
Giovanni? What did you see?
GR: Hey Jimmy. Look at this freaking Mick. He's broke
! (laughter) I don't know where the guy is. Boss says he meets him here. Hey fuck you Jimmy, you ask him. Like I wanna know where the fuck
these frozen bastards go. As long as they ain't in Donnies freezer making the meat taste funny, I could give a fuck. Hey shut up Jimmy. Here he comes.
DB: (aside) Subject appears to be in a fugue state
. He is non-responsive to external stimuli.
GR: No! NO! NO! (screams)
DB: Giovanni! Wake up! What’s happening? What did you see?
DB: Stop the tape
October 31th, 1930
DB: Subject seems to remain unresponsive
even after heavy sedation and mild shock treatments last night. He is violent
, apparently terrified that some one is coming to kill him. He has been given a large dose of Sodium Pentothal
(30 ml) and is restrained. He has bitten his tongue and knocked out several teeth.
DB: Giovanni, can you hear me?
GR: Yah doc.
DB: What are you afraid of Giovanni? Was it something from that night?
GR: I told you doc. It was the Devil
. He's not done the job.
DB: Ok Giovanni. I believe you. So, this man..(unintelligible)
GR: (interrupting) No doc. It was no man. No fucking way. It was the Devil, with a capital D.
DB: Ok. Go on. Tell me what happened.
GR: May as well. We is all fucked anyhow.
GR: Cause, the Devil is loose again
. He's been around for a long time Doc
, and I think he's out on vacation
. Me and Jimmy and Toni was down at the plant, Mario's plant where they make the sausages
, and we was getting rid of some bodies of guys we whacked
for the boss. A bunch of stiffs nobody wanted floating in the Lake
, right? So we takes the stiffs to the plant and get ready to grind
em up and toss em in the furnace
. We are supposed to meet a clean up
guy who makes sure nothing gets left laying around for the Feds
. Antoni gets all pale
right after we get there and says that he has to go call the Boss
. The rosary
he fucks with all the time breaks and he runs off down the street screaming in Italian
like a fucking Sicilian
. Me and Jimmy laugh until we almost piss
our pants and then I drop the Mick
on the floor and bust him up. Then, right out of the fucking furnace, this shape
pops up. (shout) Fucking on fire
and bloody and red! Jimmy just fucking died. His.. his face..(unintelligible)
DB: Go on.
GR: He.. he just started bleeding
, all over. Like somebody hit him with a plate glass window
. I was scared doc. I wanted to run or scream or piss my pants but I was stuck. It.. It came up to me.. I..(unintelligible)
DB: What’s the matter?
GR: It was like it happened, but it was so fucking real.. He was in my head I think and then he said "Oh this is a great
place you have here I love the decorations
" and then he told me that he was here for a while and stuff was going to happen and that he was looking forward
to seeing me later and then about the future and the past and how proud
he was of us all and....
DB: (interrupting) Giovanni, slow down.
GR: (shout) I had a great time in Whitechapel
! The last War
was great! Lets do it again! You're all gonna cut your own throats! Oh have I can't wait for that lovely bomb
! The Mick’s head talked to me and swore it would eat me fucking balls
and I saw that (unintelligible) girl
I choked back in the alley when I was twenty and she fucked me and stab
bed me in the heart and the eyes
of the black dark
stuck in my guts and the burning ate me shining black soul
chewed up fuck (unintelligible) kill (unintelligible) hell
DB: Giovanni! Somebody get stick
him. (shout) He's loose from the restraints!
GR: (screams) He is coming for me! Help me! Fucking help me!
DB: Stop the tape
! Get him out of here!
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