Hey, guys, why don't you go upstairs and wash your hands before dinner.
I know I only met you guys at the wedding, but the amount of times your name comes up here, you would think that we were next-door neighbors.
Well, we practically are now. Just over the bridge.
Don't tell anyone, but I think he missed you.
Well, I might've told some stories from the old days now and again.
Aw, do you miss me, buddy?
Yeah, you know I do.
Oh, you should talk.
This one goes on about his boyhood BFF so much, when our kids were little, they thought Danny Reagan was the name of a superhero.
She's funny. She's funny.
No, but all jokes aside, it's... having you guys here, it's like an early Christmas present.
And it's permanent now?
I mean, no more Florida?
Bye-bye, Boca. Hello, Bay Ridge.
Hello, Bay Ridge.
No, you know, with my mom being sick, it was time to come home.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear about that.
Sit down, relax.
But you know what's nice is that we'll actually get to know you guys after all these years.
Yeah, we should make something official, like, uh, once a week, either dinner or a game or something.
Done and doner. All right.
We just hope you're happy here and you don't miss Florida too much.
Speaking of missing Florida... you must've done pretty well down there in the Sunshine State, my friend, with that, uh, snazzy Benz you pulled up in.
MICKEY (laughs): I got lucky.
I wind up in real estate after college.
Right time, right place, I guess.
CONNIE: Mickey's being modest. He works really hard to give our family life's little extras.
Babe, I'm gonna, um, take the trash cans out, okay?
Danny, we're about to sit.
Yeah, I know. It's, uh...
If I don't do it now, I'll forget, so...
What on earth was that?
Ob. I never told you about ob?
Yeah, it's-it's their secret language from fifth grade?
Danny made me learn that before we got engaged.
Here, have some more.
We're gonna need it.
The perp came running out of the liquor store with a bag of cash, and the clerk right behind him with a baseball bat.
I yelled, "Police, don't move."
I saw a flash, and the next thing I know, I'm lying here.
That flash was a .9 millimeter in the hand of the wheelman.
I should have seen him coming.
He was around a corner.
When he heard you, he came out blasting.
There's nothing you could have done.
The good news is the doctor says you're going to be just fine.
Yeah, he thinks I can go home tomorrow.
With a medal pinned to your chest.
Thank you, Commissioner.
The press is going to want a few words.
What else is new?
As you were.
Partner's doing fine.
And you both did good work.
Well, we could have done better, sir.
He came out of a blind spot.
You didn't stand a chance.
That's just it, sir.
That perp never should have had that gun.
The shooter-- I saw him casing that shop four hours earlier.
He kept patting his hip, you know, like there was a gun there...
But you didn't question him.
Because of the new restrictions on Stop, Question and Frisk?
The judge says we could get sued personally if we do a wrong stop.
And you didn't want to take any chances.
I screwed up, didn't I?
Hey, top of the morning, Sarge.
There you are. Follow me.
Little coffee first, boss? Now.
I got someone who needs to talk to you.
And bah humbug to you, too.
Reagan, this is Lieutenant Sutton from OCID.
Is there a problem?
Well, frankly, that's what we're here to find out.
This is you, isn't it, Detective?
That was you taking pictures at my house?
Yes, it was.
What the hell is going on here, Sarge?
You got OCID sitting on my house, taking pictures of me and my family?
No, they weren't taking pictures of you, Danny.
Like hell they weren't.
We weren't on you, Detective.
We were on your pal, Michael Patrick.
What... what the hell would OCID want with Mickey?
Well, maybe because he's a known member of the Vasquez Family...
...the biggest crime family in Florida.
Right. And I'm the Lord of the Dance.
I'm not horsing around, Detective.
Look, it can't be, okay?
It's not even possible.
Last month, the key players from the top families across the country held a summit masquerading as a golf outing.
Yeah, right. Okay.
Now, look, you got the wrong guy.
Okay? Mickey's into real estate.
Want to tell me what your buddy in real estate was doing with them?
There he is, with the rest of the Vasquez capos.
Mickey's a gangster?
Have a seat, Detective.
We're gonna be here a while.
♪ Blue Bloods 4x11 ♪
Ties That Bind
Original Air Date on December 20, 2013
Quality of life crime is up 30%.
Violent crime is up 20.
A judge rules against Stop and Frisk and basically says, "My work here is done."
ARBOGAST: And now you see the results.
We've got a wounded cop that almost didn't make it home to his family because this judge won't let our cops do their jobs.
This department dates back to 1845.
That's a whole lot of good police work done before anyone came up with Stop and Frisk.
I think we should get these numbers in front of the press.
To what end?
To get public opinion back on our side.
In an effort to...?
Oh, come on, Garrett.
The last thing in the world this issue needs is more debate.
All due respect, I think Garrett is right.
People see those crime numbers, they might rethink the issue.
Well, a lot of good it's gonna do them.
The judge has ruled.
It's a bad call. Shouldn't we try to change it?
Our job isn't to change the law.
Our job is to uphold the law-- even the ones we don't like.
Frank, in all the years I've known you, I've never once seen you willing to give up.
Who the hell said anything about giving up?
He never gave any hints about his mob ties?
Look, as far as I knew, Mickey was making a killing selling beachfront property to the Boca blue hairs.
Well, he wasn't.
He was help bringing their crime business to the 21st century.
Setting up shell companies, offshore accounts, et cetera.
Okay, so if he's some Florida mob big shot, why'd he come back home?
The Vasquez family has been building up relationships with some of the organized crime outfits up here.
Your buddy Mickey is the go-between.
If what you're saying is true, well, then, I guess Mickey... he deserves whatever he's got coming.
I'm glad you feel that way.
Let me know how it goes.
Actually, we were hoping you could help.
Thanks, but no thanks.
Well, you said it yourself.
He deserves what he's got coming.
If what you're saying is true.
Okay, suppose it is.
It's a bad play.
Mickey's no idiot. He knows I'm a cop.
He's not gonna spill mob secrets to me just 'cause we goofed around on the monkey bars as kids.
We have to get creative.
Look, there are a thousand other detectives who you could put on this besides me.
Yes, but there's only one that he trusts.
Does it mean anything to you that he's my friend, that we grew up together?
Means you could get close.
You could put him in a compromising position.
It means if we flip him, we just took down the biggest mob operation in 20 years.
And it also means that I will have sold my soul.
I got cases to work.
Right now, I'm asking for your help, Detective.
But I don't have to ask.
Mickey is a wise guy?
That's what I'm saying.
It can't be, right?
Well, I'm surprised, but I'm not exactly blown away.
What do you mean?
It's not like I was an angel.
I mean, every time Mickey got in trouble, I was right there with him.
Yeah, which is why Dad never liked you hanging around him and always kept you on a short leash.
Don't remind me.
You remember that time you guys got caught for shoplifting down at Jim Duffy's five and dime?
Yeah. Thought the old man was gonna pull the slapper out for sure.
Yeah, and that's when Mom wanted to send you to military school.
Do you know why?
Let me guess: because Mickey was a bad influence?
No. Because she always thought you had a blind spot when it came to Mickey.
You know, there's a story about that day that I never told anyone.
Mickey was halfway home when the cops rolled up on me.
Now, anyone else would've kept going, but he didn't.
When he heard I was getting pinched, he turned around and he took the rap with me.
Okay, so now he's a stand-up guy, is that it?
Maybe you still have a blind spot.
Or maybe OCID got it wrong.
If they were coming to get you to lock up one of your friends, would you just take their word for it?
Okay, you have a point, Danny.
If I was going after one of my friends, I would make damn sure they were no good first.
DANNY: Talk to me.
BAEZ: Danny, 3151 West 49th Street.
DANNY: I'm on my way.
I'll meet you in the lobby.
(elevator bell dings)
(cell phone ringing)
He just got off on 16.
Punch me in the face.
I'm not kidding. Come on, hit me.
Detective, what the hell's going on?
We tailed Mickey.
Keyed his way into an office on Madison under the name of Gator Empire, Inc.
It's a shell corp for the Vasquez family.
Yeah, so am I.
So, does this mean that you're in?
On one condition.
You got to offer him witness protection.
All right, go ahead and punch me.
Just do it already.
How'd you get the shiner, Reagan?
You step out of line with Linda?
Yeah, left my socks on the floor again.
Closed eighteens. You're up.
Yeah, seriously though, what happened?
Perils of the job.
Mm-hmm. DANNY: Oh, no. No, no.
Come on! What's wrong?
Mack Daddy's losing.
Come on, come on!
(chuckles): You betting the ponies, Reagan?
I got a little action going, come on.
Come on, come on! A lot of action?
DANNY: He's ten lengths behind this horse!
How does he lose that race?!
Unbelievable. Bartender! Two more.
Danny, how much you bet?
He's the back end of my double.
You bet a daily double?
Reagan, that's a sucker bet.
Yeah, well, call me a sucker.
No, not the Danny Reagan I know.
Now, why don't you tell me how you got a black eye.
Don't worry about it, okay?
No, you know, that's what I do because that's what friends do.
Look, I tell you, you can't tell a soul, okay?
No. Not even Connie.
I sobwobear obon moby lobife.
What's going on?
I'm in a hole, Mick.
$12,000? Things just got a little out of hand.
That's all. A lot out of hand, Danny.
You know how it is, Mick.
I fell behind, I tried to double up and catch up.
Stupid horse was gonna be my Hail Mary.
She didn't come through for you.
Built a real house of cards.
Behind on the car payment, the kids' tuition, took out a pension loan.
It's only a matter of time before Linda finds out, and that's when I'm really screwed.
Listen to me.
I'm gonna help, all right?
I'm gonna give you the money. No, no.
You're gonna pay me back when you can.
No interest. I insist. No, forget about it.
Forget about it.
Mick, you and I both know what money does to friendships.
You've been gone all these years, you just got back; I'm not gonna screw this up over my problems, no way.
I-I hear you, but... what are you gonna do?
Put in some overtime, couple odd jobs, I guess.
12 grand in overtime?
What other choice do I have?
Well, let me think about this, look...
I might know a guy that might be able to give you some work.
Yeah, but no promises.
And no more betting.
All right, no more betting.
I just got word from the hospital that they will be sending Officer Powell home this afternoon.
That's good news.
Yes, he's recovering nicely.
His partner's wounds, however, might take a while longer to heal.
I'm sorry, Frank, I wasn't aware there was another officer injured.
Well, a few hours before the shooting, his partner observed the shooter and thought he might be carrying a weapon.
But fearing that a judge might rule his actions to be a violation of civil rights, he chose not to stop and question the individual.
If you've come here to tell me that your men and women are handicapped...
...because they can no longer toss black men against the wall for no reason, you've come to the wrong person.
Aw, cut it out.
I know exactly where this is going, Frank.
No, you don't.
I'm not here looking to reopen Stop, Question and Frisk.
But our crime stats are now headed in the wrong direction.
I've seen the numbers, and I'm confident you can turn them around.
The judge's new rules say we must have significant cause before we stop and question individuals.
That's how it is.
But we'd like some help.
Frank, I'll do anything I can to help.
You know that.
I would like you to go to the press and explain that See Something, Say Something no longer applies to just stray backpacks and unattended luggage.
If we're gonna stop someone, we need to show just cause, and a phone call from a concerned citizen goes a long way.
Frank, you want me to ask the people of our city to be on the lookout for crime?
That's gonna make people nervous.
Mr. Mayor, the last two decades have shown dramatic decreases in crime.
Our job is to sustain that under new and more challenging conditions.
But we can't do it alone.
Let me think about it.
You don't want to go near this.
Frank, I said let me think about it.
(door opens, closes)
You know, I can't believe you got a table in this place.
We've been trying to come here for months.
How did you do it?
Oh, Mickey has a fancy friend.
Some Wall Street guy I sold a house to, that's it.
Well, that's what we need, hon.
We need a fancy friend.
Well, we got a fancy friend of a friend, how's that? Yeah!
You boys are funny.
I gonna step to the ladies room.
Linda? I am right behind you.
See you in an hour. Ah.
You're in better spirits, huh?
It's an act.
I don't want Linda getting suspicious.
Did you speak to your friend?
Yeah, about that, I didn't mean to get your hopes up, Danny.
Look, I don't think that thing's a good idea.
What are you talking about, Mick? Why not?
He's not the kind of guy you want to be involved with.
Well, who is he?
Danny, just let me lend you the money.
No. Listen, it's not gonna come between us, okay? You know what?
I'll give it to you. No strings.
Consider it a gift. Done.
So, I'm a charity case now, is that it?
Danny, you got it all wrong.
Sounds to me like you're saying that you're the fancy big shot and I'm the guy looking for a handout here.
That's not what I'm saying at all.
Mick, just introduce me to the guy.
Let me figure it out for myself, okay?
Make the connection.
Look, I got into this jam on my own.
Danny, look at me.
We're not talking about hanging some drywall for some extra bucks.
You understand what I'm saying?
Yeah, I do.
You're okay with that?
It's the only shot I got, Mick.
Call you tomorrow. We'll sit down and talk.
Okay, whatever he says, you make sure you get it on tape.
On tape? Whoa.
Nobody said anything to me about wearing a wire.
Well, he wants to meet in an hour.
We have no lead time to wire the place.
It's too risky.
And so is me walking into the church with that thing stuck to my chest.
He's your friend. He trusts you.
He may look stupid, but he's actually pretty smart.
He's not smarter than you.
You know how to play him.
Besides, we'll be right around the corner.
One word from you, and we'll storm the place like it's Normandy.
Normandy was a bloodbath.
Not my best analogy.
But you got my word, we'll take care of you.
I'll take care of myself, thanks.
Give me the wire.
What are we doing here, Mickey?
I love coming to church this time of year.
Right. Why, you got the creeps?
Well, yeah, a little bit.
Me and you here like this, it's a little creepy.
It looks... smaller, doesn't it?
I don't know. I'm here all the time.
Looks the same to me.
I remember being... terrified coming in here as a kid.
Really felt the eyes of God on you, didn't you?
Yeah. Yeah, tell me about it.
You, um... want to go get a slice?
No, in a minute. Let's talk.
We're gonna talk here?
No, not here. Up there.
Up... there? What? Like old times.
When we were altar boys. But first...
The new millennium.
Huh, Danny? Eyes and ears everywhere, and... what we have to discuss today, best kept between friends.
Yeah. Of course.
Thank you. Thanks.
What are you doing?
No offense, Danny, you're a cop.
And... I would be stupid not to take precautions.
Come on. You want to pat me down?
Well, I don't want to.
I'm not wearing a wire, Mickey.
Then you won't mind showing me.
Since when is my word not good enough for you?
Come on, Danny.
Your word's good enough for me.
We're gonna be discussing third parties, and I'm afraid your word, not good enough for them.
So, may I?
All right, okay, let's talk.
What the hell happened?
Why didn't we hear anything on the wire?
'Cause I took this damn thing off before I even walked in the door, that's why.
And it's a good thing.
Otherwise, you'd be at a cop funeral right now.
You pulled the wire and still went through with the sit-down?
Yeah, and Mickey said enough to incriminate himself.
Too bad it's of no use to us-- it's your word against his.
You know they make apps for everything these days?
You recorded it on your phone?
He took my phone before I sat down, but... I had a second phone stashed in my ankle holster, and I recorded every word.
Nice work, Detective.
Yeah, some victory. Whoo-hoo.
I'll tell you how to beat this thing.
Tell every cop to go out there and do the job, like they've done before.
Great idea. And open up each and every one to a lawsuit, Pop.
What they gonna do, sue 35,000 cops?
Let this mess crumble under its own weight.
And if it doesn't, you're carrying a mortgage, you're saving for your kid's college.
The legal fees alone would wipe you out.
Pop, what kind of a PC orders his people to break the law?
The judge's rule was wrong.
That's an opinion.
But the fact is the judge has ruled, and we have to live with it, like it or not.
Well, I don't like it, and neither should you.
I didn't say I did.
So, as a cop, where do you come down on this?
As a cop?
Professionals are valued for their instincts, their ability to react, whether you're a cop or an NFL quarterback.
I can think of no other profession where you're told to bench your talents, and then you're penalized if you don't.
Honestly, this ruling makes the job ten times harder.
But I think the judge has a point.
I think Stop and Frisk is an effective instrument that started to be overused.
Cops going too far with it.
That's part of it.
There's something else?
A lot of cops started to get lazy.
A few years ago, Stop and Frisk was just one of many ways that we could get guns off the streets.
It was a potent tool.
So potent that bosses started to encourage us to abandon all other means in favor of this one method.
So the shortcut became the favorite route.
And I'm the boss of those bosses.
Didn't mean it like that.
Sure, you did.
You're saying this falls on my shoulders.
And you're right.
Hey, Danny boy!
What's the matter?
Oh, no, don't tell me you're betting again.
No betting, Mickey. No?
In fact, there was never any gambling trouble at all.
I'm not following.
It was a play, Mick.
What are you telling me?
I'm telling you I got a recording of you offering me money for sensitive NYPD information.
Danny, listen to me.
Some kind of joke, it's not funny.
It's no joke. It's real and it's happening, so do me a favor, get your hands out of your pockets, get 'em up in the air. Come on.
You framed me? Come on, Mick.
You framed me, Danny, your oldest friend?
You set me up?
Give it up. Give it up!
I don't kill anybody.
Oh, so that's supposed to make what you do okay, hmm?
I'm just a businessman, Danny.
I'm good at making deals, that's all.
What kind of deals you making, huh, Mick?
Hmm? Drugs, gambling, prostitution, what?
Do you even hear yourself?!
No, no, I don't do any of that stuff.
I'm not involved with any of that.
I put people together.
I buy and sell companies, I move some money around.
That's it, okay? I got nothing to do with anybody getting hurt.
But they do get hurt!
And if it's not you, it's your associates, which makes you just as guilty!
Don't you get that?!
What the hell happened to you, huh?
Why did you do this?
I didn't know I was doing it, Danny.
I was just a young hotshot good at making deals.
These guys saw it, they paid me a premium to do the exact same thing on a larger scale with them.
By the time I realized who they were... it's too late.
Well... maybe it's not too late.
How bad is it?
Ten years bad.
Unless you're willing to work with me.
Don't even say it.
You got to testify against them, Mick.
You got to put these animals where they belong, behind bars.
Danny, you know.
I speak one word against the Vasquez family, and that's as good as me putting Connie and the boys in a body bag myself.
Mick, we'll protect you.
We'll put you and Connie and the boys in witness protection where you'll be safe!
At least you'll have a chance!
And then what?
Connie never sees her mother ever again?
My boys have to give up my name?
And become a couple of nobodies living in the middle of nowhere.
Yeah. Maybe you'd rather they just stare at you through six inches of Plexiglas for the next ten years, huh?
My name is Charles Bryce.
I'm the attorney of record, and my client has nothing more to say.
That's how it's gonna be, Mick?
Nothing to say?
Not a word.
Get him out of here.
Feds are requesting a million dollars bail.
A million dollars?
Well, he just moved here. He's a flight risk.
And trust me, it's a good thing.
Why is that?
Vasquez family put a hit out on Mickey.
You got to be kidding me.
I knew this was a terrible idea.
They think he's talking to us.
Well, obviously, he's not talking.
You just heard for yourself.
Well, they don't know that.
And they wouldn't believe it if we told them.
We can't help this guy 'cause he won't talk, and they want to whack him 'cause they think he is?
I know. You know?
That's all you got to offer-- you know?
I want two marshals on him at all times.
If he goes to take a leak, I want one of them flushing the...
It's already being taken care of.
If he gets whacked, it's on me.
Then I'm gonna be on you.
FRANK: Over there.
Why are we here, Frank?
The one in the ball cap and the blue jacket. You see him?
FRANK: Two cell phones going--
one for calls, the other for texts.
I don't think he runs a hedge fund.
There's no law against carrying two cell phones, Frank.
No, there isn't.
But you see the way he keeps shifting his weight and tapping his hip?
Well, a loaded pistol weighs about two pounds.
These guys don't use holsters, so it's just kind of loose weight with only the elastic in his waistband or a skinny belt to secure it.
So that man's carrying a gun?
My 30-plus years doing police work says yes.
He is carrying a gun and therefore likely to be involved in dealing drugs.
Given the neighborhood, probably crack.
So what are we going to do about it?
Frank, I got it.
If he's carrying a gun, someone needs to stop him.
Well, what if I'm wrong?
What if it's just a pint of vodka he keeps checking?
But you say your experience tells you it's a gun.
But I am not infallible.
And he is black.
If I'm wrong and stop him, I open myself up to a lawsuit.
But if somebody makes a call, then it gives the police just cause to stop and question him.
But unless and until it does, no cop who cares about his pension will go near him.
We're done here.
Your medicine working yet?
I'm either sending my buddy to jail or to his grave.
They don't make medicine strong enough to deal with that.
You didn't do anything but your job.
Mickey brought this on himself.
So why do I feel like a piece of crap then?
'Cause you cared for him.
Yeah. Well, sometimes I think I should've been a firefighter.
You just learning this is a thankless job?
(cell phone ringing)
What now, Sutton?
Mickey just made bail.
How the hell did he do that?
It wasn't him.
A Vasquez soldier posted it for him.
Vasquez family just bailed Mickey out.
There's only one reason they'd want to spring him.
Connie, where's Mickey?
What do you want?
I need to talk to Mickey.
He's in jail, where you put him.
Come on. You and I both know they bailed him out, so knock it off.
So what if they did?
That's what friends do.
You think they're his friends. They're not, Connie.
They think he talked.
He didn't tell you a thing.
I know that, but they don't.
If they bailed him out, it's 'cause they think he sang and they're gonna hurt him.
Connie, look at me.
You know I'm not lying.
Where is he?
I don't... I don't know where he is.
I honestly don't.
He texted me a while ago, but it's just gibberish.
I think he pocket-dialed me.
It's in ob.
"Taking me under the bridge. I...
I love you."
I got to... I got to go.
This is Detective Reagan.
I'm gonna need a 10-85 forthwith.
No, no, no! You got it wrong.
You got it wrong! No! Shut up.
Don't do this.
You got it wrong. You guys got it wrong.
I didn't do anything!
I'm begging you. Don't do this.
Police! Drop it!
One in the chamber.
Drop the gun!
Learn how to count.
Get this piece of crap out of here.
This is what's gonna happen.
You're gonna make a change, you're gonna set things right and then, maybe then, I'll consider calling you a friend again.
I got to testify.
Yeah, you got to testify.
I'll be there the whole time making sure you don't screw it up like you screwed up everything else.
And after that?
After that, you start a new life with Connie and the boys.
I want to say something, but...
"thank you" doesn't seem like enough.
It's not enough.
There's a lot of talk around this precinct and throughout the department about Stop, Question and Frisk.
Many of you believe that the judge's ruling is unfair, even dangerous.
Here is my take on the ruling.
It is the law.
And because it is the law, we damn sure are gonna see that it is carried out.
Now, I know that's not what many of you want to hear.
And that's fine.
You have a right to your opinion...
...when you are off duty.
But when you come through those doors and you put on that uniform, best check those opinions in your locker.
The real truth about Stop, Question, and Frisk is that it is a highly effective measure.
And it has helped us take a whole lot of bad guys off the street.
But it is not the only tool on your belt.
And it is not something we are discarding altogether.
And I can tell you that the mayor gets that.
I need some help.
I need you to do the job you signed on to do.
I will give you clear guidelines so you can do that job.
And I will...
...always have your back.
That is all.
When you were kids, did you know that Mr. Patrick was gonna turn out to be a criminal?
No, I didn't know that. We were just friends.
Oh, come on, Pop.
Well, I did.
Mickey Patrick was a born felon.
Come on, Gramps.
I didn't even how I was gonna turn out, much less anyone else.
None of us did.
You thought you might turn out sideways?
No, I was an angel.
I'm talking about your Uncle Danny.
Grandma always kept a little bail fund for Danny in a mayonnaise jar over the fridge.
No, she did not.
Your dad was the type of guy that liked to know everyone else's moves before he decided on his own.
Which is not a bad way to be, and handy for a cop.
If you can stop yourself from defining someone by their worst choices, you know, like your dad tries to do, then you'll be a better man.
I'm really loving this.
But if a guy commits a crime, isn't he a criminal?
For that act, yes.
But that's not all he is.
All right, Sean, what movie do we always watch this time of year?
A Christmas Carol.
Okay, take Ebenezer Scrooge.
He starts out a decent fellow, then he gets cranky, then he gets downright mean, then he gets scared, and then he tries to bargain his way out, and then he ends up all jolly and generous.
So, Ebenezer Scrooge, good guy or bad guy?
But he is bad through most of the story.
I say bad.
Yeah, and when you call someone a Scrooge, it means that they're cheap in a mean sort of way.
LINDA: Yeah, but... when you watch the movie, you end up liking him in the end.
What you take away is up to you, makes you who you are in terms of how you look at other people.
And there was no bail fund.
You remember that envelope full of cash that Mom gave you on your 21st birthday?
Yeah. Had a couple hundred bucks in it.
No, no, no. Mom told me it was docked allowance from over the years.
No. Bail fund.