Village were useless, worthless. The company behind the company was losing money and credibility. MPSC went bust about seven months after it was born.
“Well you had delusions of grandeur back then,” Cary recalled. “Of course Jeffrey and I were deluding ourselves that eventually we were going to spin off MPSC into its own and we were going to make millions of dollars. Unicom acquired MPSC and the deal died on the vine. The Chinese films weren’t selling. MPSC backed out. Then Lowenthal also went out of business—a loss for Jane and her family.”
Under most circumstances, such a drubbing might undermine the relationship between a future son-in-law and his future family. Jane’s parents, for one, would certainly have had good reason to encourage their daughter to dump the loser and find herself an orthodontist or bankruptcy attorney right away. They had, after all, lost thousands of dollars on a deal presented to them by their trusting future son-in-law as easy money. When the Chinese kung fu movies took a dive, so, too, did the future son-in-law’s credibility.
When it comes to Cary Cimino, some women just don’t know where to look. Jane stood by her man. Somehow Cary convinced her father that he had other sure deals. There were medical companies that weren’t anything like the movie business. For sure, medical investments were just starting to look hot on Wall Street. Not-so-plain Jane’s family didn’t kick Cary out into the street.
If only Jane had checked the ownership of her brand-new red 1989 Jeep Laredo, a present from her one and only, sort of. He’d found it and set it up so her father could buy it, but it was an amazing deal. After MPSC and the kung fu movies went away, Cary and Jane took a little well-deserved ski vacation to Aspen, paid for by Jane. While they were there, she learned that the Laredo she was driving was in fact a stolen vehicle. The bank owned it, not Cary’s good friend Jeffrey Pokross.
She was furious. Her father agreed to buy the Jeep for her from the bank, but it was incredibly embarrassing. Cary suddenly remembered he had a business meeting he had to attend. He flew back to New York, leaving Jane in Aspen.
While Jane was still in Aspen, Cary quickly moved all his belongings out of her apartment and into his own. He was making enough money from his many stock promotion deals. He obviously felt he didn’t need Not So Plain Jane anymore. He moved out without telling her he was going to do it. When she returned from Aspen, he was gone.
“I destroyed her emotionally, being careless with my relationship with her. By leaving her,” he said. “This was my methodology of repaying a woman back who was nothing but kind and considerate to me.”
Not long after he ditched Jane and left her family absorbing the trail of debt he’d created while passing through, Cary walked out to the private garage where he kept his prize 1989 Mercedes 580SL. The space was empty.
The repo man had cometh.
CHAPTER SEVEN
June 7, 1989
Bobby Lino Senior was dead. The wake took place at Cu somano and Russo’s in Brooklyn. Because Bobby Senior was a made man, the scene attracted a parade of wiseguys from most of the families. There were guys from the Genovese family and guys from the Lucchese family. John Gotti showed up with a crew. At the time, he was still the Dapper Don, the Teflon Don, the boss of the most powerful mob family in America, the Gambinos. He became boss by arranging to kill his boss and had beaten prosecutions again and again. He was riding high, talking to his underlings about how his “public” needed him and wallowing in his brief status as a national celebrity. It was all very strange, considering that the American Mafia was supposed to be a secret society that existed below the radar screen of law enforcement. This guy was running around with a target on his back, shouting, “I’m a gangster! Come and get me!” And here he was, strutting around
“Well you had delusions of grandeur back then,” Cary recalled. “Of course Jeffrey and I were deluding ourselves that eventually we were going to spin off MPSC into its own and we were going to make millions of dollars. Unicom acquired MPSC and the deal died on the vine. The Chinese films weren’t selling. MPSC backed out. Then Lowenthal also went out of business—a loss for Jane and her family.”
Under most circumstances, such a drubbing might undermine the relationship between a future son-in-law and his future family. Jane’s parents, for one, would certainly have had good reason to encourage their daughter to dump the loser and find herself an orthodontist or bankruptcy attorney right away. They had, after all, lost thousands of dollars on a deal presented to them by their trusting future son-in-law as easy money. When the Chinese kung fu movies took a dive, so, too, did the future son-in-law’s credibility.
When it comes to Cary Cimino, some women just don’t know where to look. Jane stood by her man. Somehow Cary convinced her father that he had other sure deals. There were medical companies that weren’t anything like the movie business. For sure, medical investments were just starting to look hot on Wall Street. Not-so-plain Jane’s family didn’t kick Cary out into the street.
If only Jane had checked the ownership of her brand-new red 1989 Jeep Laredo, a present from her one and only, sort of. He’d found it and set it up so her father could buy it, but it was an amazing deal. After MPSC and the kung fu movies went away, Cary and Jane took a little well-deserved ski vacation to Aspen, paid for by Jane. While they were there, she learned that the Laredo she was driving was in fact a stolen vehicle. The bank owned it, not Cary’s good friend Jeffrey Pokross.
She was furious. Her father agreed to buy the Jeep for her from the bank, but it was incredibly embarrassing. Cary suddenly remembered he had a business meeting he had to attend. He flew back to New York, leaving Jane in Aspen.
While Jane was still in Aspen, Cary quickly moved all his belongings out of her apartment and into his own. He was making enough money from his many stock promotion deals. He obviously felt he didn’t need Not So Plain Jane anymore. He moved out without telling her he was going to do it. When she returned from Aspen, he was gone.
“I destroyed her emotionally, being careless with my relationship with her. By leaving her,” he said. “This was my methodology of repaying a woman back who was nothing but kind and considerate to me.”
Not long after he ditched Jane and left her family absorbing the trail of debt he’d created while passing through, Cary walked out to the private garage where he kept his prize 1989 Mercedes 580SL. The space was empty.
The repo man had cometh.
CHAPTER SEVEN
June 7, 1989
Bobby Lino Senior was dead. The wake took place at Cu somano and Russo’s in Brooklyn. Because Bobby Senior was a made man, the scene attracted a parade of wiseguys from most of the families. There were guys from the Genovese family and guys from the Lucchese family. John Gotti showed up with a crew. At the time, he was still the Dapper Don, the Teflon Don, the boss of the most powerful mob family in America, the Gambinos. He became boss by arranging to kill his boss and had beaten prosecutions again and again. He was riding high, talking to his underlings about how his “public” needed him and wallowing in his brief status as a national celebrity. It was all very strange, considering that the American Mafia was supposed to be a secret society that existed below the radar screen of law enforcement. This guy was running around with a target on his back, shouting, “I’m a gangster! Come and get me!” And here he was, strutting around
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