Pulp Has Sit-Down With Scott Rothstein
By Bob Norman Mon., Nov. 9 2009 @ 12:47PM
While the feds were busy seizing his cars, guns, and yacht, I met Scott Rothstein in person. It was, believe it or not, a happenstance meeting at Capital Grille on Sunrise Avenue, one of his favorite hangouts. I was there to hoping to meet a source and I couldn't believe my eyes. Rothstein was sitting at the bar with his attorney, Marc Nurik. It was just before noon.
I walked up to him as I pulled my Flip recorder out of my pocket (reporting tip: never leave home without one). I walked up to him and said, "Scott? It's Bob Norman."
He knew me; we've spoken numerous time and met in person at his Rothstein Rosenfeldt Adler law firm for an interview a year ago. As I stood there with the Flip, the maitre'd and hostess came over and said hello to Rothstein (Capital Grille is one of his favorite haunts).
They asked him how he was doing.
"It's tough, it's tough," he said, while the bartender mixed him a martini. "I'm going to do the right thing, so, you know. Make sure when you see everybody, just tell them that I'm alive, I'm well, and I'm doing the right thing, you now. Make sure everything's going to get fixed properly. Everybody makes mistakes in life and you've got to fix them."
"So how do you make it right, Scott?" I asked him.
"I'm not going to answer any questions Bob," he said.
So I turned off the camera and sat down and had a beer with him. (The video is downloading as I write this). Hey, I'm no paparazzi.
Read the highlights of our talk after the jump.
He looked good in a casual short-sleeved beige button shirt and held his I-Phone (I think it was an I-Phone) in his hand. The only thing that may have betrayed his true state of mind was that a tic in his left eye was more pronounced that I remember it being when I met him last year.
I asked him how he liked Morocco.
"I hated it," he said.
"He went for the waters," joked Nurik, who was sipping on whiskey.
He remarked on my goatee.
"I didn't realize how old I was until I grew mine out over there [in Morocco] for a little bit," he said. "It was almost pure white."
I asked him how he found the feds and he just shook his head. I said I thought he was under federal custody and he said he was only hanging out with his attorney, that he wasn't talking to federal prosecutors and agents, and everything was going through Nurik. I asked him he was staying in a hotel and he said, "If you can call it that, I'm not living the high life."
I asked him if he'd seen his wife, Kim, but he really didn't answer the question.
"I have put everyone in my life through hell," he said.
More coming.
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