You are probably talking about the Frank Pentangeli or (real life) Jeffrey Epstein style of suicide, not the "boo hoo the mental health clinic needs to hand out free Prozac but doesn't" sort.
But I don't think so. I'll give it a 1 percent chance of suicide, a 1 percent chance of flight to Israel (they likely won't want him) and a 98 percent chance of rutabaga patch guard duty at Club Fed for 20 years.
Note that his girlfriend, despite her femme fatale good looks and secondary school level calculus knowledge squealed like a piggy to the law, allowing her to altogether avoid the nasty shared toilet at the women's lockup. Pretty sweet.
But I don't think so. I'll give it a 1 percent chance of suicide, a 1 percent chance of flight to Israel (they likely won't want him) and a 98 percent chance of rutabaga patch guard duty at Club Fed for 20 years.
Note that his girlfriend, despite her femme fatale good looks and secondary school level calculus knowledge squealed like a piggy to the law, allowing her to altogether avoid the nasty shared toilet at the women's lockup. Pretty sweet.