A mobster had found the perfect person to keep his books: a deaf-mute CPA. Whenever the mobster and the accountant needed to communicate, the accountant's brother, who was one of the mobster's lawyers, would use sign language and serve as an interpreter. One day the mobster realized his books were short $3 million. He called in the two brothers. Looking at the lawyer and pointing to the accountant, he screamed, "You tell this SOB I want to know where my money is!"
The brothers conversed briefly, and the lawyer reported that his brother had no idea what the mobster was talking about. Furious, the mobster put a gun to the accountant's head and screamed at the lawyer brother, "Tell this bastard that he lets me know -- right now -- where the money is or I'll blow his brains out!"
The lawyer told this to his brother, who immediately explained -- in frantic sign language -- that the money was hidden in a suitcase under his basement steps.
"Well? What'd he say?" yelled the mobster.
The lawyer shrugged, "He says you don't have the balls."