All language subtitles for Family.Business.1989.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

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$24 for a cab ride
to the Bronx. I can't believe it.

You can come
to my parents' for Passover

once a year without complaining, Vito.

Wait a minute, honey,
let me help you.

-I don't know, sweetheart.

But if he is, be nice.
It's a Seder, okay?

Don't worry, don't worry.

-Hi, Mom.
-Hello, darling.

-Adam. Hi, darling.
-Hi.

Come a little late like always.

Papa, hello, darling.

Traffic. There are so many Jews
headed for Seder, Mama.

-Good day, sir.
-Hiya, Nat.

I thought people
were cutting down on meat.

How come the material
gets more expensive every year?

Please, don't crease it.

I know the face now.
The face... The face looks familiar.

-Hey, Pop.

Hey, who'd you get this year?
I got Bernard Karlinski.

Let me see here.

"The Bar Mitzvah
of Owen Zuckerbrot."

Nat, Owen Zuckerbrot?

He brings the yarmulkes home
from shul. You know, the extras.

You want it to say "Vito McMullen,"
you have to convert.

-Not yet.

...thank me for the leg
of lamb I got you--

Did you see how Adam remembers
his Hebrew? With a mind like that.

-Ma.

It's a shandeto me
that a boy with such a head

drops out of school
six months before a master's degree.

Drops out of school?
-Six months before.

-Three months.

We're not allowed to ask? You're back
since January. I haven't seen you.

-I came here for a Seder.
-Adam looks marvelous.

-We're glad you're here.
-He's become a man.

-Look how beautifully he eats.
-Ma, please. He's gonna be 23 years old.

Stop bragging about how he gets
all the food in his mouth.

You try to kvellover your grandson--

Brag about him to me, Rose.
I won't complain.

-After 24 years, it's still Rose.
-23.

You forgot the year
your goy son-in-law wasn't allowed here.

Time to let the angel in.

Nat, how come the angel
gets a bigger glass, huh?

Your material is getting stale.

Better leave the chain on, Grandma.
This is the Bronx.

Instead of Elijah,
some mugger wearing Reeboks

-is gonna charge through the door.

Adam's right.

When are you two gonna
move out of here?

-You're too old to survive here.

Nobody kept records in our day.
No one knows.

They'll never tell.
Some crazy superstition.

Not so crazy. You don't tempt God
by bragging about your age.

-Sit!

42 years here,
the neighborhood is not so bad.

Then why can't I drive my Cadillac
to your Seder, Nat?

There are fantastic places in Flushing.
If it's a matter of money,

-I can chip in with a few bucks.
-They want to be the last.

-We'll chisel it on your stone.

"Nat and Rose Ruden,
the last Jews on Davidson Avenue."

Ruden residence.

Hi, Jessie.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Well, what time
do you think you'll be out?

Okay, no problem.

Yeah, don't worry about it.

All right. Take care, Jessie.

Your grandfather?

What was that about, Adam?

Ah, Jessie wanted to wish us
a happy Passover.

Vito, your father knows our number?

Yeah, how come?

The unexpected.
Jessie doesn't change, huh?

No, he sure doesn't.

Take care, Nat.

Vito, see if you can get a cab,
I'll be right out.

All right.

So when are you moving, Grandma?

We don't take from our children.

You're like a couple of turkeys
in these streets.

This neighborhood's become a jungle.

I'm not coming to the next Seder
unless you're living somewhere else.

Did you hear what your grandson said,
Ma?

Well, what did he want?

Jessie wanted to wish us
a happy Passover.

Come on, Adam, stop the crap, huh?

Your old man needs bail money.
I'm gonna go down there.

-And he calls you.
-Yeah.

So you've been talking to my father

while you been ducking me
since you got back, huh?

All right.

Is it serious?

It's a bar fight.

But it's an off-duty cop he whacked.

He whacked a cop?

Is the guy hurt?

Well, Grandpa says he kicked
the bull's ass the length of the bar

and halfway down 10th Avenue.

When is he gonna let up?
Oh, Christ.

Well, what the hell.
It's nice to know I have strong genes.

Hope I'm getting pinched
for bar fights when I'm in my 60s.

Just remember, Adam,
along with those strong genes,

my father passes on
a lot of other crap to go with it.

-So you stay away from him.
-Jessie's not looking to hurt me.

No, he's not.
But it'll happen anyway.

He'll spend the night in the can.
Fine with me.

-Lend me $800.
-Forget it.

Last time I stood bail for Jessie
was three years ago.

I haven't heard from him since.

I don't stand bail for Jessie anymore.

You're not standing bail.
I'm borrowing the money.

I've got $200. I'd like 800 more.

-So it's for you.
-Right.

Adam, the last year
that 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 fucking drainpipe

and pulls down the Christmas 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 full of engines out.

He thought he could get
a lot of money for it.

-It doesn't matter what happened.

Just know who you're dealing with.
All right?

All right, all right.

That's eight.

Thanks.

That was nice what you did
in there...for them.

They might get out of this cesspool
because of you.

-Well, I had them over a barrel.

If somebody loves you, you got
a hell of a weapon in the relationship.

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, Pa.
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?

Oh, sure.
What time should we be there?

-Of course, Adam.

You know Christine's
always welcome, darling.

You want to catch a ride with us?

-No, thanks.
-Okay, good night, Adam.

Bye, sweetheart.

Why doesn't he
want to 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 502 Tenth 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-assed 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,
Your Honor,

the officer has taken
18 stitches in his face,

his nose is broken,
and his jaw is wired up.

I must have hit him harder than I knew

with fright, fear,
whatever it was, Your Honor.

Your Honor, here is the B.C.I.
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 would 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 $5,000.

A $500 cash bail bond is acceptable.

Next.

Docket number 178649326.

Did you bring the 500?

Your Honor,
may we approach the bench?

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 an awful lot.

It's got some good points, too,
when you're young.

-It can help build character,

like a hitch in the Army.

A wallet, a watch.
A handkerchief, pure silk.

Not to mention $270,000.

I'm just kidding. $270.

-Hey, Jessie!
-Hi, John!

Jesus, but this place
keeps going downhill.

Yeah, just like the rest of the city.

You're looking good, Adam.

These fancy schools
must be agreeing with you.

MIT is not fancy.

And they don't, Jessie.

They really don't agree with me at all.

Last night in the bar,
did that cop land the first punch?

Adam, I've never been
in a bar fight yet

where the other guy
landed the first punch.

-It's a sure recipe for losing.

So when did you get back in town?

I left school in January.

I was this far away from getting
my masters in molecular biology.

And your old man's paying for all this?

No way. I'm on full scholarship.

I was a Westinghouse Scholar.

It's a big deal.
They only have six each year.

I hated it.

It felt worse than that cell.

They've got your whole life
mapped out for you.

You don't know the half of it.

I would have had my own lab,
terrific salary, the works.

They were already talking to me
about a retirement plan.

Jesus.

I've been living with a girl
up on 23rd Street.

An older girl.

Nothing wrong with an older woman.

For a young man.

My mother's okay.

Vito tries,
but he makes me feel guilty.

Your father
can be pretty good at that.

Hey, Jess!

Hi, Phil.
Say hello to Adam, my grandson.

-Vito's boy.
-Hi, Phil.

Hey, I remember you.

What've you been doing
with yourself lately?

Finding myself.

Yeah? Well, I hope you've been
getting laid in the process.

What do you got?

Ferragamos.
300 a pair all along Madison Avenue.

Fell off a truck this morning.

$50 a pair.

-Right.

-You got it.

Oh. Um...uh...

9 1/2 C.

No problem.

-There you go.
-Thanks.

By the way,
say hello to your father for me.

Me and him used to cut
a lot of corners when we were kids.

-Take it easy.
-All right.

Not on the bar. Bad luck.
And get trees for them, huh?

You're a class act, Jessie.

I still remember those stretch limos
out to Shea when I was 12.

Yeah, the driver was working off
a gambling debt.

It was a wonderful way to travel, no?

Cheers.

Oh, those piers used to hum.

Half the West Side
worked on the docks.

The pickings were great.

That's where I landed.
Right over there.

September '46.

With my grandmother?

Yeah.

Those happy years
for the two of you, Grandpa?

Happy

Happiness is against their nature.

She spent every waking hour
cooking fucking pasta.

-She had me pissing olive oil.

You be careful.
You got some of that blood.

Try to encourage
the Scottish genes, Adam, hmm?

Wonder what Vito
would've turned out like

if you'd married somebody Scottish.

He'd have had
a proper first name, for a start,

-instead of Vito.

And he'd have been
at least five inches taller.

That was a terrific night, Jessie.

Some bacon and eggs,
a couple drinks.

You know, when I called,

it wasn't just to get together
after all this time.

-No. I wanted--

I really wanted
to ask you about something.

-Your opinion.

There's an ex-professor of mine,

who's a brilliant
Chinese-American guy.

And he's got a scam.

Says it's a good deal,
as easy as could be.

Nobody ever tells you
a deal's hard, kid.

Well, he needs an answer.

I've stalled him for a couple of weeks,
but now he says he needs an answer.

Says it means a lot of money.

What's a Chinaman's idea
of a lot of money?

A million dollars.

More coffee, fellas?

Leave it to me. I'll get Vito here.

See you later. I'm going upstairs
for a shower and a shave.

-Right.

But leave your old man to me.
I know which buttons to press, okay?

All right.

Hello, stranger.

When they become a success,
they forget their roots.

Vito! Glad to see you back
on the West Side.

I remember Vito here
before he could talk.

Your grandfather
was running numbers out of this bar.

He'd bring Vito down
in his baby carriage

and park him right here,

then tuck his policy slips
in your old man's blanket.

That's how I learned to count.

-I pinched your father more than once.

You're Doheny the cop?

That's me!

You were too little to run in.

He means Vito
was too little to shake down.

Danny here would pinch me.

Then, when I made bail,
he'd come right upstairs

-and sell me back my own slips.

I took early retirement.

The commissioner insisted on it.

Thank the good Lord
I had a little money put by.

You still hide it in coffee cans?

-Dewar's rocks, Danny.

Nice guy.

Adam, you gotta learn
to judge people better.

You two seem pretty cozy
all of a sudden.

Hey, I'm his granddad,
for Christ's sakes.

Whatever craziness you're
cooking up these days, Jessie,

Adam can do without.

I'm a man trying his best
to enjoy his golden years.

Yeah, just keep my son away
from your criminal schemes.

-Criminal schemes.
-Mm-hmm.

It's probably eating you up
that you're getting old, you know?

Let no man say
that Jessie Mac went out lying down.

Criminal schemes. That's a little rich
coming from an ex-con.

You told him about that, huh?

Pop, Pop,
20 years in the same house.

Some things can't stay secret.

Just don't fuck up his life too.

-Yeah.

Any deal you ever made with me,
you never saw a speck of trouble.

It's when you took off on your own,
like an asshole with that retarded Polack

that you wound up doing
your 27 months in the shitter.

And he's still blaming me.

If you'd stuck with me,

you would have been
a part of that Westport Bank caper.

So sweet.
200,000 chopped up four ways.

Ask your grandpa
where the money is now.

Just where it ought to be.
It didn't have handles.

Always remember, Adam, it only
costs 100% more to go first class.

Ask him about the downside
to a glamorous life,

the couple of years you sit in the cage,

then spend the rest of your life
trying to hide it.

Horseshit! Anybody who's embarrassed
about doing time is a goddamned snob.

You do your time nice, don't rat
anybody out, never take it in the ass.

What is there
to be embarrassed about, eh?

Vito! Somewhere
your values got screwy.

When the hell did you get it
in your head

that it was so terrible to be a thief?

How do you get through to someone
who thinks like a gypsy?

-Right. Standup thieves, gypsies.
-Yeah, right.

Not a hypocritical bone in their bodies.

-Hey, Margie!

You made bail.

Yeah! Thanks to my grandson
Adam here.

And my wonderful son Vito.

How do you do?
It's nice to know you, Adam.

Hi. Vito? Margie.

So how are the accommodations
at the tombs these days?

Four
-I'll survive.

There was never any question
about that.

But did the other prisoners survive?
What about the poor guards?

I don't go on for another 15 minutes.
Can I buy you guys a drink?

-No, we'll take a rain check.

-Okay, see you later.
-Okay.

-Yeah, sure.

It was very nice meeting you.

Jessie. Jessie, are you involving
Adam in something?

Just the safest,
sweetest deal of my life.

All right, stop right there.

And he's not involving me.
It's my idea.

-My idea. That's right.

Adam, what are you talking about?

Huh?

I'm talking about a lot of money, Pop.

And it's not even dangerous.

No, no, no.
If it's against the law, it's dangerous.

-No, no, this is a walk.

-And it just needs a third guy.

What, are you crazy? I spent
my lifetime thieving with my father,

and now I'm gonna thieve with my son?
The two of you are crazy?

There must be a full moon out
I don't know about, all right?

You tell me, what is it
with these fucking criminal genes?

Jesus, Vito. Don't get started
with that criminal-gene crap.

Carnegie, Rockefeller.
Those are the guys

with criminal genes
the size of fucking grapefruits.

You never really bought
that honesty shit.

You've just been running scared
for 25 years.

I'm scared for him.

I'm not a baby.
Let me be scared for me.

If they catch you, Adam,
they lock you up. Listen to me.

I learned long ago
it's not safe to be a thief, all right?

-Yeah, I want to get safe.

Go sit in one of your walk-in
refrigerators

for the rest of your life,
for Christ's sake.

Who the hell put it in your head
that being safe is what life is all about?

-I'm too young to play it safe.
-Me too!

This is fucking goo-goo.

Can I get another one?

Give him two.

All right Adam.
Let me get this straight.

You'd jeopardize your whole life
for money?

-Yeah.

Pop, if it was money I wanted, I'd think
about the wholesale meat business.

Well, that was unfair.

You know I hate
the fucking meat business.

I broke my ass to give you
what he never gave me.

-I never asked you for anything.
-You never had to.

You had everything a kid ever wanted.

You didn't even need a scholarship.
I could have paid for your college twice.

Pop.
-Without blinking.

Pop, this whole thing
has nothing to do with money.

You never understood me.
You still don't.

You're not doing this.

I'm doing it.

Whether you come or not.
Whether he comes or not.

You want to know something?
There's nothing you can do about it.

Nothing I can do?

Right.

There's nothing I can do?

Vito.

That won't get you anywhere.

Here.

Leave a 20 on the bar.

I don't want Doheny telling people
I raised a cheapskate.

Come on. Hey!
We got a deadline! Let's go, man.

Vito! Jesus, it's still dark out.

You know,
it's the early worm gets caught.

If it's about bail money, Jessie,
I'm about tapped out.

I got work to do.

I got bigger fish to fry
than a few bucks' bail money.

-But first of all,

who the hell smacks
a 23

Punish him if you really lose
your temper, Vito.

But not a slap.

Look, Adam and I are meeting
at the weekend with a third guy,

for this score.
You've got till then to decide.

No, there's nothing to decide.

Let me tell you,
if anything happens to Adam--

This is why you should come along.

Blood, Vito, blood.

And it's the kind of work
you do to a turn.

He's going anyway, you heard him.

-He'll find two other guys.
-You could talk him out of it.

-I doubt it.
-Try.

I'm not gonna try something
I don't believe in.

Why not?

This is as sweet for me
as it is for Adam.

It's your choice.

I have another guy lined up.

He's not as good as you,
but he's good enough.

Who?

-You've got till the weekend.

Who?

Who?

Johnny Hunt.

Johnny Hunt.

Well, you remember.
His kid brother got shot robbing a bank.

-Johnny Hunt!
-He was never as bad as people said.

He was a weasel 30 years ago
when I knew him. He's still a weasel.

People give people
a bum rap sometimes.

Johnny Hunt is a hell of a crib man.

He stinks, Jessie.

I think you're wrong.

But I wanted to give you the shot at it.

Jessie!

Jessie!

The guy stinks!

So what's the story with Torres?

I checked the carton
he packed for Jimmy's Tavern.

I knew it.

It was marked for 20 pounds
of short ribs and 30 pounds of chop.

There were three full eyes in it.

-About an $80 difference.
-You give the kid every break you can.

-Send him in.

Tommy, if he sticks a boning knife
in his belt, you buzz me.

All right.

-That fucking kid. Listen, uh...

figure out what we owe Torres
as of yesterday afternoon.

-Yeah.

240 gross.

What good is gross gonna do me?

You were a lot nicer boss when we
used to get laid once in a while.

-The usual 12 fictitious dependents.

178.30. I don't think
you get enough sex these days.

It wasn't meant to last.
There's an old saying--

-You don't crap where you eat.
-Right.

Listen to 20 years
in the world of commerce

from the female point of view.

Every guy who ever told you that
banged his bookkeeper.

-178.30.

Yeah, come on.

-Here's your pay through yesterday.

Today's money goes toward
the meat you been robbing.

Be out of here in five minutes,
or I'll break your fucking legs.

Robbing

You want to open up
the boxes for Jimmy's Tavern?

Huh? Go ahead.
Go ahead, open them up.pick up here

Man, how am I gonna live
on the shit wages you paying?

Where'd you come to borrow money
when your baby had pneumonia, Julio?

Where? We treated you
like family here, right?

Yeah, but you just better hope
your family all stay healthy.

What did you say?

I said you take--

You busted my nose, man!

-You working for a maniac, lady.
-Come on, let's go.

He busted my beak
over a piece of meat!

Is this what's called a midlife crisis?

♪♪

Good-bye
and God bless you, Danny Doheny.

Come on. It'll make you feel better,
Mrs. Doheny.

If you're here to start
smacking me around again--

No. I'm sorry about that.
I apologize.

Accepted.

Let's forget it.

I didn't expect to see you here.

The guy was serving us drinks
four days ago.

Yeah.

You can't wheel
my casket dolly around the place.

This is a wake.
There ought to be a little decorum.

There's a barrel of beer on its way.
We need to set it on something.

Not in my place.
The Board of Health can close me.

Neary, since you've gone A.A.,
you're like a wet rag.

It's illegal to even bring beer in here.

Neary, uh, the mortician.

His sister Margaret, an ex-nun,
used to own a very classy,

expensive nursery school
down on Gramercy Park.

You interviewed for that.

-Yeah, it was very fancy.

What in the world did they ask me?

You know, what you watched on TV,
did you know your ABCs...

-Of course I knew my ABCs.
-Adam...

You read an entire New York Times
editorial on the U.N.

Adam, you missed
exactly five words.

Spare me the rest.
They offered me a scholarship?

A scholarship?

They would have paid
a thousand dollars a semester

just to get their hands on you.

They wanted me
for what all the other schools did.

Solve geometry problems
in fourth grade for important visitors.

I used to feel like a performing seal
at the blackboard.

Adam...

you were so gifted.

Let's just drop it, Pop.

A gift shouldn't be thrown
in the garbage.

-This is not the time or the place.
-This is the perfect time and place.

See, I was raised to be a thief.

You weren't.

-You don't have to go along.
-No, you, you don't have to go along.

That's the real point.

I want to go along.

Your mom and I had such enormous
hopes for you, kiddo.

-Nobody's hopes work out, Pop.
-Right.

I'm half your age. I already know that.

Well, a toast seems appropriate.

-To Danny Doheny.
-To hell with him.

To McMullens.

Now, then, lucky lads,

let's catch up
on a little family business.

Yeah. Nothing like a good robbery
to bring a family close.

He's such a fucking wisenheimer,
your father.

Does he do the same to you?

Probably a little less than I do to him.

Let's make a decision.

-Let's.
-Talk.

Are you familiar at all
with DNA research?

Yeah, I read
a couple of magazine articles.

Gene-splicing.
You know, they're breeding chickens

that weigh more than you or me.

Try to keep current, huh?

Nobody knows
what's gonna happen yet,

but the possibilities look limitless.

The small companies who are in it first
are hoping to be the IBMs

and the Bell Telephones
20 years from now.

There's a new red-hot,
very secret development.

It's an agricultural plasmid.
Yeasts that are fixing nitrogen.

That means
you could raise wheat, corn,

damn near anything to grow
with no fertilizer.

The stakes are enormous.
Farmers spend billions--

Fuck the farmers.
Tell him what our end is.

Jimmy Chiu,
an ex-professor of mine,

he works at a biology lab
out in Nassau County,

he helped found the company.

They screwed him out
of his piece of the action.

They fired this poor Chink.

Yeah, I hear him.

He's got some venture capital
ready to set up a new company.

They need the new plasmids.

He gets us in easy.

High stakes.

Low risk. Non-violent.

No worries about our partners
robbing us or ratting us out.

Look, if we get the plasmids
and the logbook,

Jimmy Chiu pays us an even million.

You gotta sell a lot of veal cutlets
to match that, Vito.

So this whole score
is like one big fancy burglary.

Yeah.

Does anyone else know about this?

No one, just the three of us.

What do you think, Pop?

What do I think?

When you were talking
about yeast-fixing nitrogen,

-the look on your face--
-You're in or out, but no lectures.

I'm in. I'm in. I'm in.

You're happy now, huh?

-I'm in.
-Yeah.

To the gypsies of the world.

Not a hypocritical bone in their bodies.

Come on. Let's pay our respects
to the grieving widow

before she falls flat on her face drunk.

-Hi, Phil.

Vito, it's been a long time.

Well, Phil, busy, busy, busy.

It's my crowd.
Listen, these are Yves Saint Laurent.

They're 800 a pop in the better stores.

Fell off a truck.
I'll let them go for 200 apiece.

Let's see here.

You're a 38, son, on the left.

Ladies and gentlemen, we're supposed
to be closing in a little bit,

but I think it would be a crime

to have a 10:00 last call
for Danny Doheny's wake,

so closing time is extended.

Give me that back.

Kevin, Michael...

The song for Danny.

♪ Oh, Danny boy

♪ The pipes, the pipes are calling

♪ From glen to glen
and down the mountainside ♪

♪ The summer's gone,
and all the roses falling ♪

♪ It's you, it's you must go,
and I must hide ♪

♪ But come ye back

♪ When the summer's
in the meadow ♪

♪ For when the valley's hushed

♪ And white with snow

♪ Yes, I'll be here

♪ In sunshine or in shadow...

This your basic old-fashioned
Irish wake?

-♪ Oh, Danny boy
-Yes!

-When it's run right.
-♪ Oh, Danny boy

♪ I love you

♪ So

Between the keycard
and these cockamamie rent-a-cops,

getting in will be a cinch.
Come on, Vito, let's get out of here.

First we'll go back to the motel.

I want to take a dry run
as soon as it gets dark.

You know, being back in action,
it agrees with you, Vito.

Puts a little bounce in your step.

You're giving me some sound advice
on how to conduct my life?

-That's what fathers are for.
-Right.

The bounce will stay in my step

as long as I get my share
don't wind up in your pocket.

Did I ever cheat you out of a nickel?

For starters, you want to start
with the big 10 bucks

I never got out of that Lionel train--

Are you still whining
about those fucking trains?

-I'll buy you a set for Christmas.
-I'll hold my breath.

You can carry a grudge for 30 years.

That's the Sicilian genes, eh?

Now, I'm pretty sure
that the bar is over there.

It's in the restaurant, of course.

Let's have a drink.

After I shower.

Honest work makes honest sweat.

You're a bad influence.

Now, I know
this is gonna sound gross,

but you've gotta accept the cab fare.

I hear they're very expensive
in the suburbs.

Hmm?

So I figured...

150 ought to cover it.

That sounds right for the meter,
but we have to tip the driver, too.

Jesus. We can't have
some hard-working refugee

from Bangladesh going tipless.

Well...

will 200 cover it?

We don't live near each other.

Separate cabs, of course.
That was understood from the get-go.

-Vito! Margo and Denise.

It was "I was champion
baton twirler of 19..."

Of 1983.

I always thought that...

baton twirling ought to be
an Olympic event.

What do you think, Vito?

No, I think the Chinese
would dominate in no time.

Not against your all-American girl,
they wouldn't.

Well, I could be wrong.

So the game is on?

Yeah, I just have to get rid
of a previous appointment.

Why don't you order us
another round?

Yeah, sure.

Why don't you do that, Pop?

Jessie.

What are you doing sitting here
talking to a couple of hookers?

That's a vulgar way
to refer to a woman.

I never brought you up to talk like that.

Are you gonna sit here and tell me
that those are not hookers?

-All right.

Look, I don't want to put
a crimp in your style, all right?

But it's been ten years
since I had to go home and lie.

So I'm gonna pass. All right?

Vito!

Vito?

Can't you ever
just have a good time

Yeah.

I mean, doesn't this beat
cutting up cows on 14th Street?

Well, you know, we'll see.

♪ What a day this has been

♪ What a grand mood I'm in

♪ Why, it's almost like being in love

Touch football. Look at them.

Like a pack of kids playing soldiers.

Did you ever play any sports, Jessie?

Oh, yeah. I ran the 100-yard dash
with two cops behind me.

Vito thought
he was an athlete, though.

I remember when I had to
stop your father

from signing up
for high school football.

Before that,
it was the Cub Scouts.

Football, fucking Cub Scouts.

He had a lot of tendencies
in that direction.

Sounds like your son
wanted to be middle class.

He still does. You'll see that
when you meet his wife.

Stop it.

It's where all the action is.

I just hope the co-op market
holds up for another three years.

You know, Christine,

there must be hundreds
of people out there

buying up insiders' rights and selling
them on the open market.

I mean, you must be pretty good at it.

How do you compete, dear

Well...

you gotta have a gimmick.

Yeah?

You do?

I have this friend named Gertrude,

and she works at Sloan-Kettering
Hospital in admissions.

And every time there's a new patient

with one of the cancers
that nothing can be done for,

if they live in Manhattan,
I check it out.

A lot of these people live
in buildings that have gone co-op

that they haven't bought.

You can buy occupied apartments
at insider prices in those buildings.

But the problem is, the tenant's likely
to stay there for 20 years. Right?

Yeah. Right.

Well,

Gertrude and I snap up an apartment
that will be vacant in six months.

At which point,
we double our investment.

We are sitting on seven
prime Manhattan apartments,

and every tenant terminal.

If I were you and Gertrude,
I would sincerely hope

that God does not
have a sense of humor.

Well...

the apartment would just revert back
to the original building owner.

What's the difference
who turns the profit?

The difference is you're mucking
around in other people's misery.

When you rob someone legally,

without risk,
without sticking your neck out,

that's immoral.

Where did you find
this fucking parasite?

Parasite?

Yeah, it's, uh...

it's like a leech.

Did you hear that, Adam?

Your grandfather feels
that breaking the law

would make Christine here
more moral.

It would.

Like most people, Elaine,

you confuse what's moral
with what's legal.

No, Jessie. Like most people,

I recognize that in a reasonably
just society--

A reasonably just society?
Well, tell me when you find one.

What about it, Adam? Do you agree
with your paternal grandfather

that legality means nothing?
Which, of course, means

that you can go blithely
through life doing just as you please.

My paternal grandfather?

-Yeah, he's a defendant in this case.

You still haven't answered, Adam.
He's your guest.

Well, I came here to eat.

Come on, hey! More meat.

-I don't get it Vito.

You should've given me more support.

No, you don't come on like a parent
with Adam's idol sitting at the table.

Why are you such a dishrag
with Adam?

We try and try to show him
who Christine really is.

-Jessie does it in two minutes.
-Fine.

You see how he looks up to Jessie.

You, better than anyone, should know
how destructive that can be.

Take a stand, Vito.

What do you think Adam will do?

It'll break my heart if he doesn't
go back and get his master's.

-Tell him.
He's 23 years old, Elaine.

It used to be
"He's 15 years old, Elaine."

Attention, shoppers.

Socket wrench sets
are on sale in aisle 26.

These are 55-piece sets complete with ratcheting carrier.

Pop, you sure all this stuff
isn't overkill? I have a keycard.

Do you know what you'll find
when you go in there?

Whatever we find inside, just leave it
to your old man to get us through.

Okay?

Hey, Vito.
Tell him the Peewee Grogan story.

Please, we can do without
the Peewee Grogan story, all right?

Your father was 17 or 18.

Peewee was a couple of years older.

He was a tough little thief
from 9th Avenue.

A couple of inches shorter,
and he'd have wound up in the circus.

Used to say, in a street fight, he could
hit you with overhand left to the balls.

The three of us
went after a load of French perfume.

-It was sitting in a warehouse out in--
-Bush terminal.

Right.

God.
We stripped Peewee naked.

We smeared him
from head to foot with Vaseline.

Now, this kid squeezed through
25 feet of air conditioning duct.

And when he opened the door for us,

he was dripping blood.

Hundreds of little gashes
where he'd ripped himself to shreds

on the heads of the nails
going through.

Huh.

-Vito, that dwarf had heart.
-Yeah, that he did.

-We worked for six hours.
-No, five and a half.

-Six.
-Five and a half.

On an inside steel door,

with 25 grand of French perfume
on the other side.

We took turns with a sledgehammer.
We battered it. We hammered it.

We tried everything.
We even tried to cry our way through.

Hey, Vito, am I exaggerating?

Just finish the story, Pop.

Finally, Peewee knelt down
and prayed.

He swore this was gonna be
his last burglary

if only God would let us open
that fucking door.

You see, what the job called for
was a 3-foot pry bar.

Your old man hadn't brought one.

So we left empty-handed.

Peewee left a pint of blood behind,

and Vito swore he'd never go
on another job under-equipped.

I think your grandpa's moral is to be
prepared like in the Boy Scouts,

but what he's forgetting
to tell you is that it was him

that should have remembered
to bring the 3-foot pry bar.

Bullshit. The tools were your end.

The tools were my end?
I beg to differ.

Whatever happened
to Peewee Grogan?

Peewee? He wound up doing
15 to 30 as an habitual.

And that's tough time for a guy...

4 foot 2.

You're really an asshole sometimes,
you know?

You really are a fucking asshole.

What would you do for sex
if I were gone for a couple of years?

You planning on joining the Navy?

No, you know,
it's a hypothetical question.

Suppose, God forbid, I got put
in prison for two or three years.

What would you do for sex?

-I hadn't really thought about it.
-Yeah, well...

But now that you mention it, there is
this one big, good-looking kid

who works the vegetable counter
in Grand Union.

-He's crazy about me.

You been overreaching
on your tax

I'll bet the vegetable kid in Grand Union
doesn't really love you.

I'm not gonna start moralizing over you
robbing Uncle Sam for undeclared cash.

No, I was just talking.

Don't go so far they really lock you up.

We're not as tough as we used to be.

I waited 27 months to marry you, Vito.

I rode on a bus six hours every Saturday
and never missed a visit.

We were a couple of kids then.

But I couldn't take it
if you went away now.

Besides, how would you be able
to face Adam?

♪ I want some red roses

♪ For a blue lady

♪ Send them to the sweetest
girl in town ♪

All right. All right. All right.

Everything's the same.
One security guard.

-I told you this was gonna be a snap.

He's armed?

Yeah. His holster was
on the back of the chair there,

and he's sitting there
watching TV with his shoes off.

The guard had a gun?

Yeah, what did you expect?

I didn't really think about it.

Oh, well, uh...
welcome to the real world.

Relax. He's got one, we'll have three.

Two. He doesn't carry a gun in there.

I don't want anybody carrying a gun.

What you think, they're gonna mail us
the what do you call them, the plasmids?

If you don't want to do this thing,
say so.

Vito, you're doing what you always do.
You're treating him like a kid.

Adam should go in there packing.

He's never done it, Jessie.
He does not carry.

-We vote!
-We don't vote.

He doesn't carry!

If Adam carries, I walk.

Close the lid.

-No.

Put that on.
Come on, come on, come on.

Say when.

-Okay.

Go ahead.

Sit tight, I'll check out the guard.
Pull it. I can't see.

Hang on.

Ow.

Ow.

This is why I hated
putting on your snowsuit.

Okay, okay.

I was on much tougher scores
than this at your age.

All I saw out of them
was a ham sandwich.

You're starting at the top.

Yeah, that's America.

Every generation
does a little bit better.

What if he's out making rounds?

He's snoozing somewhere.

The work ethic in America
is dead and buried.

-Let's do it.
-Here.

Freeze!

Where in the hell is he?

He could be off taking a leak
or making rounds.

Then we sit tight and wait for him.

Did you close the hall doors?

-I think so.
-No.

You can't think so.

You're sure you did or you're sure
you didn't or you don't know.

I don't know.

If the guard sees an open door,
it's all over.

I'll take this corridor.
You take that one.

Adam, stay here in case
he's on his way back with a six-pack.

Wait. What does he do
if the guard walks in?

So let him take a piece.

No.

-You got a say in this, too.
-No, he doesn't.

Move and I'll kill you.

Come here.

Put your hands together.

I'm marking your outline
on the floor with a piece of chalk.

When we get back,

any part of you outside that line
gets shot away.

-Mm-hmm.

-I hope he knows where he's going.
-It's his show.

Did we bust into the wrong place,
for Christ's sake?

-He knows what he's doing.
-Yeah.

This is it.

We're taking too long.

This is odd.

I'd like to get the hell out of here.

Pop?

That's the whole show?

Unless you want to tell us
the Peewee Grogan story again.

I told you, trust the man.

-Go.

What about the guard?

The longer he thinks
we're here, the better.

No, Jessie, wait, wait.

Go.

-Hey! Hey! Hey!

Do either of you have the logbook?

-No.
-Shit!

We got the tubes.

They're paying us for the plasmids
and the logbook.

You stay, I'll go back.

There's a stack of logbooks
in that desk.

Easy, easy,
you just tell me which one.

I'm the gifted Westinghouse Scholar.
I'll get it.

-No, no, Adam, wait a minute. Adam!
-Hey!

-Let's get these in the car.
-No, I'll wait here.

Hey, we gotta be ready to roll
when he gets out. Now come on.

You okay?

-Mm-hmm.
-Okay.

We'll be out in about a half an hour.

Shit.

Oh, God.

You can't do anything out there.

Just be ready to gun this fucking thing

-if the kid makes it.

Freeze!

Who's with you?

There's two of them.

They're still in the building.

Move out, Vito.

No lights.

Glide.

Stop.

Let's go, Vito. Drive.

Vito?

Yeah.

What time is it?

About, uh...about 3.

How'd you do?

I lost about 60 bucks.

I tried getting Adam earlier.

Oh, yeah

I was thinking.

The other day at dinner,
I came down on him a little too hard.

I want to tell him that.

I'll try getting him again tomorrow.

He, uh...

He didn't tell you? He went up to...
Cambridge, uh, for a few days.

He wanted to see
some college friends.

It's a glimmer of hope.

Yeah, yeah.

You don't want to hear it,

but Adam leaving school
isn't the end of the world.

He's still growing up.
And you know what?

He'll outgrow Jessie, too.
He'll see through him.

He's your son, Vito.

You'll see.

Am I wrong?

No. Uh...

I'm sure you're right.

You're depressed.
You lost more than 60 bucks.

Yeah.

Look, I got a boy just about your age.

What are you 20, 21?

My name is Adam McQuade.
I'm homeless.

I'm waiting for my lawyer to get here.

Your buddies left you there.

My name is Adam McQuade.

When you been up in Attica ten years,
surrounded by psychotics...

you're gonna wish
you'd taken a little fatherly advice.

-Oh, shit.
-Hey, you're nervous. I'll drive.

Well, it's going to be expensive.

We're not rich people.

Then your attorney should have
recommended a lawyer

-more suited to your pocketbook.
-No one's crying poverty here.

All I'm saying is this is family money.

Money I managed to squirrel away
after 50 years' hard work.

Excuse me. You saw Adam.

Can we drop the subject of money
and hear how he is for a minute?

No, we can't. I bill for time:

mine, the lawyers on my staff,
a couple of paralegals.

My office time is 150 an hour.

My court time, and no one but me
will ever be in the courtroom,

is 1,500 per day.

1,500?

That's where my talent runs rampant,
and I charge accordingly.

Would you sit down, please?

Depending on whether we
strike a deal or go to trial,

you're looking at a low 20,000,

and it could run nicely to 75,

exclusive of appeals.

Now, if we're into a trial
that looks hopeless,

we'll be waiting for a guilty verdict

and orchestrating everything
toward an appeal--

a real possibility, I might add.

A guilty verdict is a real possibility?

That's why there's no bail.

Running at the scene.

He also refuses to divulge
the name of his partners.

The judge won't be lenient.

I must say, for a middle-class boy,

your son's values
seem a bit misdirected.

My grandson's not middle class
and never has been.

The D.A.'s anxious to strike a deal.
That's a positive.

Plus, the company isn't screaming
for blood, which is unusual.

Why aren't they screaming for blood?

They don't want to put Adam
on the cross.

The bottom line is

that if Adam will deliver
his partners and the plasmids,

they're talking minimum jail time,
maybe six months.

Mind you, that's for openers.

They'll go for zero jail time
at the drop of a hat.

-I see.
-They want to make a rat out of him.

-Shh.
-Hey, mister, he's your grandson.

-I was talking to him.
-I can hear it.

Please. What if Adam holds out,
gives no one up,

-They'll crucify him.

You can't stand in front of a judge

and a district attorney
in the United States of America

and say "Fuck you".

They won't tolerate it.

What does crucify mean?

By the time they finish
stacking up burglary 1 charges,

assaulting the guards, et cetera,

you're looking at two
14-year sentences, consecutive,

which the judge is free to do.

I would appeal the consecutiveness
on the grounds

that both charges
stem from the same crime,

but I wouldn't hold my breath
until it's overturned.

If your son--and your grandson,
Mr. McMullen--

behaves perfectly,

tutors his fellow cons
with remedial-reading problems,

he could be out in 15 years.

A bit shy of his 40th birthday.

We need a few minutes.

Come on.

15 years!
Did you hear what she said?

We take the logbook and the plasmids,
Jessie, and we turn ourselves in.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
We take this step by step.

Oh, fuck that! I've been through
that step by step.

It just means Jessie McMullen first!
That's my kid in there, man.

Adam can manage 48 hours
in a suburban jail.

Adam will not spend one more
fucking hour in any fucking jail!

Did you listen?
-Keep your voice down.

You are not listening to me.
Listen to me!

You don't fucking listen
to what I say!

That's you--Hey.

-Hey.

-Adam's my grandson.
-Yeah.

-I'll tell you what.

-Hold still.
-I cut myself shaving.

You go visit him.

And I'll settle up
with this fucking shyster.

No, no. I'll settle
with the fucking shyster.

I'll settle with that fucking--
Don't you worry.

Excuse me. Excuse me.
Excuse me.

Hey, did you see a white Caddy here?
A white Fleetwood?

Yeah. Some old guy just drove it out.

Where do you get a taxi
around here?

-Not around here.
-I need a fucking taxi!

Get me a fucking taxi! Taxi!

How you doing?

I'm okay.

-Yeah.

If things don't improve, Adam,

your father will want us
to turn ourselves in with the stuff.

That's bullshit.

It means you walk.

Yeah, the lawyer gave me
that 15-years-in-prison spiel, too.

She's just pumping her fee up.

I won't do more than a year, tops.

I can do that.

You did it. Dad did it.

He just doesn't have
the confidence in me to do it.

Don't kid yourself it's gonna be easy.

Somebody once told me
it builds character,

like a hitch in the Army.

You still have the plasmids?

Yeah, on ice.

-Yeah.

Well, then Jimmy Chiu
will still pay us the million bucks.

We spend 100,000
on my defense,

and we still get to keep
300,000 apiece.

You're a McMullen.

Adam McMullen.

-I'm his father.

One visitor a day.
He's already had one.

Who?

Jessie McMullen.

Jessie!

Jessie!

Jessie, if you're in there,
open the fucking door!

Is he here

Is that son of a bitch here?
Don't lie to me!

You're gonna foot the bill
for that fucking useless chain!

Is he here?

You're an emotional bunch,
you McMullens.

I didn't mean to do that.

You could've just asked to come in.

What the hell is wrong
with your family?

What's wrong with my family
is my lunatic father.

Here.

You don't seem surprised to see me.

Well, I try to take life as it comes.

Yeah?

Ouch.

What are you supposed to tell me?

He tell you I might show up?

-Yeah.

Did he tell you what for?

-He said you two had a falling out.

A falling out?
That fuck calls this a falling out?

I take it he understated the case.

What are you supposed to tell me?

-That he's out of town, which he is.
Yeah.

And that what you're looking for
isn't here, which it isn't.

And it's not at his place.

He said you'd be smart enough
to know that without asking.

What the hell are you looking for,
Vito?

Don't worry about it.

What do you mean,
what am I looking for?

Do you think it would be
like your father to tell me?

Jessie and me and Adam
did a fancy burglary.

We got some goods
worth a ton of money,

and Adam got dropped coming out,
all right?

My son,

Jessie's grandson,
is now sitting up in Nassau County

looking at 15 years behind--

behind bars. 15 years in a cage.

If the goods are returned...

and, uh...

me and Jessie, uh...

turn ourselves in, Adam walks.

But while my back was turned,

Jessie made off with the goods.

-I don't believe you.
-Well...

You know, I've been around thieves.

That's how I came upon your father.

I dated hold-up guys.

I married one of the better
counterfeiters on the East Coast.

I know the score, okay?
I'm a knockaround girl.

You and Jessie want to rob,
go right ahead,

but how the hell
could you take Adam along?

I went along to--to...

to look out for him.

Oh, bullshit.

You enjoyed every minute of it.
All you guys do.

Why not turn yourself in?

Without the goods, it's useless.

Jesus, thank you.

Why don't you just tell Jessie
that I, you know,

I smacked you around, okay?

I'll tell him
to go cut his fucking wrists.

Get that kid out of jail, Vito.
I can take care of myself.

I'm trying.

-I'll get it.
-Hello.

Just a moment.

It's for you. It's a woman.

Hello.

Start playing straight with me, mister,
or your son's gonna rot in jail.

-Water!

You gave me eight vials of tap water.

What are you saying?

I said you gave me
eight vials of tap water!

What's wrong

It's, uh...

It's about Adam. Uh...

-Oh, God.
-No, no, he's not hurt. He's, uh...

he's been arrested.

A burglary, uh...

upstate. It's, uh...

-Well, it's pretty serious.

How did Adam get--

What is Adam doing
involved in a burglary, Vito?

-Uh...
-How did he--

Jessie was involved in it.

Jessie.

I'm gonna kill him.

I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch,
Vito.

I was part of it, too.

I went along to look out for Adam.

But he would have gone anyway.

S-So I went along
to look out for him. See?

-It was the three of us.

The three of us:
me and Jessie and Adam.

And Adam got caught.

-I don't know.

You turn him in.

Yeah. What?

And yourself, too.

And, uh...

you explain to the judge
how a boy like Adam couldn't resist...

following his father and his grandfather
into this madness.

You get my son out of jail, Vito...

or I'll turn you and your stinking father
over to the police.

♪ There was a wild colonial boy

♪ Jack Duggan was his name

♪ He was born and raised
in Ireland ♪

-♪ In a place called--

Where you going, huh?
Where you going, huh?

-Come on, I want the plasmids.

You switched the fucking plasmids.
What you got in there?

-You gave me fucking water!
-None of your fucking business.

What do you got in there?
Give me it! Open the fucking box!

Open the box! Give it to me!
Don't make me do something.

Don't you understand?
I don't have the fucking plasmids!

Welcome home, Vito. Here!

You switched them, Jessie.
I know you fucking switched them.

You didn't get as far from Hell's Kitchen
as you thought, did you?

All right, where are they?

-I'm telling you the truth, you fool!
-You never told me the truth.

Well, I am now.

You spout your whole life about family
and loyalty, and it's all crap.

-Stop whining about your childhood.

You sound like every asshole
on the television talk show.

You're 43 years old,
for Christ's sake! Here!

He was fine till you got a hold of him.

-And I would have been fine, too.

Fine. That poor kid doesn't know
his ass from a hole in the ground.

It's no wonder,
the kind of fucking father you've been.

-Yes!

The kind of father I've been?
What is this, some kind of fucking joke?

You're all ass-backwards
with that kid--

tiptoeing around, hoping he's gonna
pat you on the fucking head.

That's right. The kid that I steered
into being a Westinghouse Scholar.

You spend your life talking
Westinghouse Scholar.

-It's all bullshit!

And Adam knows it
better than any of us.

Why do you think
he set this whole thing up?

Because he can smell the real Vito!
That's why.

Smell what?

This Vito.

This Vito.

That's the real Vito.

That's the one he wants respect from.
Do you understand?

No one at home.
You're a fucking lost cause.

Look at the mess you've made.

I'm gonna give you up.
Did you hear what I said?

-I'm gonna give you up.
-Up yours, you fucking Guinea midget.

Water!

What the hell?

I'm Adam McMullen's granddad.

Huh?

So...

the company's put you
back on the payroll.

At first, I couldn't figure
why they weren't screaming louder.

-I'm gonna call security.
-Look.

I've got the logbook
and the tubes of water.

You want we go public

Then it was water
we took out of your lab.

Tell me...

what was it?

An insurance scam?

No?

Well, you got
one big piece of luck in all this.

What's that?

That I can be bought.

Why don't you tell me the story,
Wong?

-The name's Jimmy.
-Jimmy.

It's not about insurance.

No?

We've been promising
this new discovery for almost a year.

We dug a hole for ourselves.

Goddamned thing
always looked a week away.

-It never worked.

We've just gone public
with an $80 million offering.

The financial community has valued
this company based on this discovery.

Your burglary buys us
six more months' development time.

So long as the logbook
and the plasmids

are never ever recovered, hmm?

That's what you had in mind
in the first place, wasn't it?

♪ Oh, Marie, oh, Marie

♪ You'll be late for your date
with Izzy ♪

♪ And from this confusion...

Police. Freeze.

Your hands over your head.

Cut that crap out.

Hi, Charlie. It's been a long time.
Where's the beef here?

-It's all legal.

What's he got there?

Vito.

He ratted you out, Jessie.

I didn't think he'd do it.

Does the State have anything to add
to the pre

-No, Your Honor.

No, sir.

Would the young Mr. McMullen like
to say something on his own behalf?

No, Your Honor. I would like to say
something on my grandfather's behalf.

Go ahead.

My grandfather has...

always tried to take care of me.

I know that he didn't cooperate
with the police here,

but that's because I didn't
want him to.

He's always respected my wishes.

He's always respected who I am.

And whatever's
written in those reports...

can't show it...

my grandpa loves me.

He always has. And I love him.

This whole thing, Your Honor,
it wasn't his idea.

It was mine.

Duly noted. Counselor.

I've known Jessie McMullen
for 35 years, and--

In how many of the arrests
in McMullen's career

have you represented him?

More than a few, Your Honor.

Jessie McMullen
is a man in his sixties.

Any sentence, other than a token,

would really be a life sentence,
Your Honor.

To give him five or ten years
in prison

is not a five- or a ten-year sentence.

It's a sentence of...

life imprisonment.

Vito McMullen.

Were it not for the fact that you
finally showed some decency

by turning in your father
as well as yourself,

I would put you away for five years.

You're a sorry excuse for a parent.

Three years of supervised probation.

Adam McMullen.

The company's intervention
on your behalf

would count for little with me.

It does seem, however,
to count with the prosecution,

and I am going to go along reluctantly
with the plea bargain arrangement.

Being guilty
of a Class A misdemeanor,

you are sentenced to five years
of supervised probation.

Reading these background reports

helped convince me
there were mitigating circumstances.

Jessie McMullen.

I have by far devoted
most of my thinking

to how the court
should treat Jessie McMullen.

If there is a culprit in this case,
you certainly fit the bill.

You've never seen fit to produce
the stolen plasmids or the logbook.

Among other things,
you've held up the development

of an important new scientific discovery
from six months to a year.

But, as your lawyer points out,
you aren't a young man.

It's not an easy matter to decide
upon an appropriate sentence

for someone of your years.

I've had to think this out carefully.

For armed robbery, 15 years.

Burglary in the first degree,
ten years.

Sentences to run concurrently.

Grandpa.

Hey.

If you can't do the time,
don't do the crime.

Jessie.

Ray.

Hey, you bald-headed prick.

Don't you ever get caught on the take,

because if you end up
in any joint I'm in,

you'll leave feet first.

You come by every month or so,
you hear?

When do they ship you out?

Today, tomorrow.

-I'll come every two weeks.
-Every month is fine.

It'll be tough.

Eh. For me? No.

You pick out a tough guy,

kick his ass right away,
give him a real good beating.

Word gets around,
and it makes your time easier.

They don't put you in solitary?

No, nobody wants trouble.

So you do it out of sight.

No one asks questions.

The story is "He fell."

I'll see you in a month.

I hear your kid fucked you over.

Tough way to start your time,
Pop.

Now, why would he give a shit

whether I start my time
tough or easy?

Hey, no big deal Pop. I mean...

we all got some long bits to do,
you know?

And, you know, a little chitchat,

and time's half over
before you know it.

That's the second time
you've called me Pop.

I got around a lot when I was young,
but I doubt if I'm your father.

But who knows, though?

You carry a picture of your mother?
Maybe I'll remember her.

I must have fucked
half the whores on the East Coast.

You fucking--Ohh!

What happened?

He fell.

Mom and Dad ask about you
all the time, Adam.

You ought to call them.

I guess you visit
your grandfather a lot, huh?

Yeah, every three or four weeks.

He's not doing so well.

I wouldn't worry about Jessie, Adam.
He's a real survivor.

You know, Adam,
it's been six months.

Your father loves you, Adam.

Mom, I told you
I don't want to hear about him.

I mean this.
The next time you bring up his name

will be the last time
that you ever hear from me.

-I'll call you next week.
-Okay, sweetheart.

Adam.

Listen, God forbid one of us should get
hit by a truck tomorrow, you know?

Let's not let it happen
while we're still mad at each other.

You turned out to be...

a piece of garbage.

Adam, Adam. So, what is your gripe?
What the fuck is your gripe?

-Yeah.

-You turned in your own father.
-I turned in my--

-He's your father, for Christ's sake!
-I turned myself in, too!

-I turned us both in for you, Adam.
-Stop it!

-For you.
-Stop doing things for me!

What did I do that was so terrible?

I tried to give you
a better childhood than I had.

No, don't give me
the terrible childhood crap.

You had a lot more fun as a kid
than I ever did.

Jessie was fun, for Christ's sake.

He showed a lot more confidence in you
as a kid than you ever did in me.

He showed more respect for you
as a person...

than you ever did for me.

-Come on.
-Get off.

Uh!

Jessie. Hiya.

Adam.

You still got a grip of steel, huh?

You tell me I'm looking good,
I'll pop you one in the nose.

I screwed him okay.

Who, Jessie?

I'm not even gonna do a year,
that bald-headed prick.

How are you doing?

I'm keeping out of trouble.

Sounds as bad as doing time.

You're a prince.

I'm sorry about the way
things turned out, Jessie.

Hey!
You play the cards you're dealt.

I was damn lucky.

They could have put me away
for ten years.

-Hmm.

Who got my charges reduced?

The charges? Me.

I managed to squeeze
a few lousy bucks

out of your Chinaman friend too.

I spent it, Adam. Every nickel.

I thought about splitting it with you,
Adam.

I really did.

Then I thought...

if I'm gonna do the time,

well, I have a little vigorish
coming to me.

So...

I figured the best thing was...

just not to mention it.

Even Vito couldn't argue with that.

Vito.

Vito. A lost cause.

From the beginning.

A lost cause.

Adam...

you're your own man now.

Well, I'm out from under Vito.

Good.

You think you can get
out from under me?

No, Mom, I don't want to talk to him.

No, just tell him that--

that Jessie is dying.

They're moving him from the infirmary
into the prison hospital.

Yeah, just tell him.

Okay, bye.

I'm looking--

Hi, I'm looking for Jessie McMullen.

-They just wheeled him out of here.

Won't do you no good.

Which way?

Go back the way you came,
take the elevator to the sub-basement.

Basement

Hey! Wait!

Is that Jessie McMullen?

Hey!

Wait!

Wait! Don't shut the door.

-Hi, Ma.
-Hello.

-So it's so big I can't find anything.

-Hi, Papa. Hi.
-Hi, Rose.

Aw. Thank you, Vito.

-My first time in your new house.
-I'm sorry about your father, Vito.

Thank you.

I know. Hey, who have we got here?

Hiya, Nat.

It's all right, don't get up.

-Gut pesash.
-Gut pesach.

After 25 years, the shaygets
knows two Jewish words.

Well, you know. Here, let me help you.

Time to let the angel in.

The angel won't have to squeeze in
under the chain.

I knew that was coming.
Your material is getting stale.

- Gottenyu,look who's here!
-Grandma.

I've been outside a half an hour waiting
for you to open the door for Elijah.

-Adam.
-Ma.

-L'chaim.
-L'chaim.

Anyway, they were thrilled
that you stopped by to see them.

Yeah, well, no reason to take
our problems out on them, huh?

Wait a minute, you gonna wait
for your mother to come down?

She'll be saying good-bye
for 20 minutes.

Plus, we'll just get
in the same old argument again.

What's the same old argument?

That everything you did you did for me.

Pop.

If you hated the meat business
so much for 20 years...

then I'm sorry, but stop blaming me.

You did it to yourself.

What's the most fun you've had
since you were a kid?

-Yeah, since you were a kid.

What?

The caper.

The caper.
-Yeah.

Me, too.

Oh, boy.

We are some family.

You know, the only time the three of us
ever had a drink together

was when we were planning
that robbery.

We are some family.

I brought back his ashes, Pop.

I thought that maybe the two of us

-ought to bury him together.
-Thank you.

Thank you.

You have any idea
what we ought to do with him?

Yes, I do.

So what are you gonna do
with yourself now, Adam?

What do you want to do
with your life?

That's the first time
you ever asked me.

-Yeah.

All right,
I'll ask you a second time.

What do you want to do
with your life?

Well, now that you ask me...

I don't know.

We lived in this building
when my mother died.

Right on that corner there
Jessie pushed me into my first fight.

It's his neighborhood, okay.

Okay, now lift.

You've got to be kidding.

-All the way up.

This is an open-air service.

Here we go.

I thought I told you guys
to get light beer.

If I'd known this was a roof job,
I would have went for wristwatches.

I know! I know the Church
approves of cremation.

But the Church also approves of playing
the guitar at the Mass these days.

Vito, over the side with him.

Folks, hold it down.
Jessie's going.

Quiet.

Good-bye, Jessie.

See you on the other side, Jessie.

-So long, Jessie!
-Good-bye!

-Jessie, good-bye!
-Wherever you're going, Jessie--

Ten years, Jessie.

I'm sorry, Adam.

For what?

I'm just sorry.

Well, me, too.

I'm sorry, too.

♪ Oh, Danny boy

♪ The pipes, the pipes are calling

♪ From glen to glen

♪ And down the mountainside

♪ The summer's gone

♪ And all those roses falling

♪ It's you, it's you

♪ Most go and I must hide

♪ But come ye back

♪ When summer's in the meadow

♪ For when the valley's hushed

♪ And white with snow

♪ Yes, I'll be here...

You know the words to this song?

I think I heard it once before.

♪ ...or in shadow

♪ Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy

♪ I love you

♪ So

♪♪