Family Business Page #6

Relax. He's got one,

we'll have three.

- Two. He doesn't carry a gun.

- I don't wanna anybody carrying a gun.

What you think, they'll mail us the

what do you call them? The plasmids?

- Lf you don't wanna do this, 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.

- Wait. Didn't you bring any gloves?

- No.

Put that on.

Come on, come on, come on!

Say when.

- All right?

- Okay.

Go ahead.

Sit tight. I'll check out the guard.

Pull this. I can't see.

This is why I hated

putting on your snowsuit.

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 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, you know.

- 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.

Now, when we get back,

any part of you outside that line...

...gets shot away. You follow?

- I hope he knows where he's going.

- It's his show.

Did we bust into the wrong place,

for chrissakes?

- He knows what he's doing.

- Yeah.

This is it.

We're taking too long.

This is odd.

What?

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

Pop?

That's the whole show?

Unless you wanna tell us

the Peewee Grogan story again.

Go! Go!

What about the guard?

The longer he thinks we're here,

the better.

No, Jessie, wait. Wait.

Go.

What?

Do either of you have the logbook?

- No.

- Sh*t!

We got the tubes.

- They're also paying for the logbook.

- I'll go back.

There's a stack of logbooks

in that desk.

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.

- I'll wait here.

We gotta be ready to roll

when he gets out. Now come on.

You okay?

Okay, we'll be out in

about a half an hour.

Oh, God!

God!

You can't do anything out there. Just

be ready to gun this f***ing thing...

...if the kid makes it.

- Lf?

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... About 3:00.

- How'd you do?

- I lost about 60 bucks.

I tried getting Adam earlier.

Oh, yeah? What for?

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... He didn't tell you?

He went up to Cambridge

for a few days.

He wanted to see

some college friends.

It's a glimmer of hope.

Yeah, yeah.

I know you don't wanna hear this,

but Adam leaving school isn't that bad.

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...

...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 10 years,

surrounded by psychotics...

...you're gonna wish you'd taken

a little fatherly advice.

Hey, you're nervous. I'll drive.

Well, it's going to be expensive.

We're not rich people.

Your attorney should've recommended

a cheaper lawyer.

- 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.

You saw Adam. Can we drop the

subject of money and hear how he is?

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 a courtroom...

...is $ 1500 per day.

- Fifteen hundred?!

That's where my talent runs rampant,

and I charge accordingly.

Would you sit down, please?

Depending on if we strike a deal or go

to trial, it may be as low as $20,000...

...and it could run nicely to 75,

exclusive of appeals.

If the trial looks hopeless,

we'll be waiting for a guilty verdict...

...and orchestrating everything

toward an appeal, a real possibility.

- 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.

The company isn't screaming

for blood, which is unusual.

Why aren't they?

They don't want to put Adam

on the cross.

The bottom line is 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 wanna make a rat out of him.

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...

...won't say where the plasmids are?

- They'll crucify him.

You can't stand in front of a judge in

the United States and say, "F*** you."

They won't tolerate it.

What does crucify mean?

When they finish adding burglary-one

charges, assaulting the guards...

...you're looking at two

...which the judge can do.

I would appeal it since 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.

Fifteen years! Did you hear

what she said?

We take the logbook and the

plasmids, and we turn ourselves in.

- We take this step by step.

- F*** that! I've been through that.

That 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

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