800 more.
- So it's for you?
- Right.
Adam, the last year
my mother was alive...
...I was 7 years old. Okay?
Jessie took me along Christmas Eve
to buy a tree, right?
Near midnight we're passing an
Esso station up near Riverdale...
...and right on top of the garage is
a perfect, all lit-up Christmas tree.
So Jessie hits the brakes and he says,
"Wow, what a score, it's even got lights."
Wait a minute.
I'm standing lookout, I was 7 years old,
while he climbs up the drainpipe...
...and pulls down the tree,
lights and all.
What's so funny?
I got a dozen stories like that.
Like helping him rob Lionel trains
out of Macy's when I was 12 years old.
He's working there, I had to cut school
because he decided...
...to take a box of engines out.
Thought he'd get money for it.
- What happened?
- It doesn't matter what happened.
- Just know who you're dealing with.
- All right, all right.
- That's eight.
- Thanks.
That was nice what you did
in there for them.
Might get out of this cesspool
because of you.
Well, I had them over a barrel.
Somebody loves you, you got a hell of
a weapon in the relationship, you know?
Hey.
Listen, it's supposed
to work both ways, kiddo.
I mean, if you love somebody back,
then they got an equal weapon, no?
You're right.
I guess we got a standoff.
- I guess we do.
- They may move. I think you did it.
- I better get a cab.
- Good.
- How about dinner next week?
- Sure. What time should we be there?
- You did want Christine, no?
- Of course, Adam.
You know Christine's always welcome.
You wanna catch a ride with us?
- No, thanks.
- Okay, good night, Adam.
- Bye, sweetheart.
- Why doesn't he wanna ride with us?
- Bye, sweetheart.
- Why doesn't he wanna ride with us?
Docket number 178649325.
The charge is second-degree
assault, Your Honor.
At 6 p.m. yesterday, in a bar and grill
at 50210th Avenue...
...Mr. McMullen assaulted
an off-duty policeman.
Well, I'd love to hear about this
in your own words, Mr. McMullen.
Your Honor, I'm a victim
of police brutality.
Just tell us what occurred,
Mr. McMullen.
Well, it all happened so fast,
Your Honor.
I'll try to remember.
We had an argument. To be fair about it,
I was as much at fault as he was.
Well, one thing led to another
and somehow it comes out...
...that my mother was
a Native American...
...a full-blooded Cherokee,
Your Honor.
And this policeman yells, "It's too bad
Custer made such a half-ass job of it."
- Well, I lost control.
- What did you do?
I did what little I could
for a man my age.
The little Mr. McMullen was able to do
seems to have been pretty effective.
The officer has taken 18 stitches
in his face, his nose is broken...
...and his jaw is wired up.
I must've hit him harder than I knew.
Fright, fear, whatever it was, Your Honor.
Your Honor, here is the BCI
on Mr. Jessie McMullen.
It begins in 1947 with a three-year term
for assault just after he was naturalized.
It goes on and on and on and...
Your Honor, before the prosecutor
sentences my client...
...perhaps he will agree to a trial?
We're only here to set bail.
I'd like to point out that the defendant's
grandson is present in court.
My client has roots in this community.
Bail is set at $5000.
A $500 cash bail bond is acceptable.
Next.
Docket number 178649326.
Did you bring the 500?
You don't travel light, I see.
Vito gave me 800.
Good thing he had the cash.
Your father's always got a few grand
swag money in his pocket.
He robs the tax collector,
your father.
It's never been easy for me
having a thief in the family.
You've grown, Adam.
It's been a long time.
- Money.
- Oh, money.
Look at this. It's become a shithouse.
Never been in a jail before.
You haven't missed a lot. It's got some
good points too, when you're young.
- Like what?
- It helps build character...
...like a hitch in the Army.
A wallet. A watch.
A handkerchief, pure silk.
Not to mention $270,000.
I'm just