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"Well," Harry was well into court as he raced everyone through. "New York is glad to have you tourists passing through, but I'm afraid we have to draw the line to anyone speeding and jumping over the traffic lights at a hundred and twenty miles an hour. A hundred dollar fine and try and slow down as you head home." He pounded the gavel.
"You're exactly right, your honor." The old-timer stood with his two nephews. "I told them exactly the same thing." He turned round and swatted the one closest to him. "Get going! We still need to get the General out of the impound yard!"
"Don't hit me Uncle Jesse." Luke looked back to his uncle. "It was Bo who was driving not me!"
"Oh yeah," Bo lead the way out. "Well, eight years of getting surprised by Rosco's going to get anyone a little shaky."
"All right, Mac," Harry pushed on. "What are we down to? 250? 240?"
"How about 284?" Mac dropped another twenty files from his table.
"That's all?!!!"
"This is crazy!" Billie gawked at the caseload. "How can we handle this huge a load?"
"Rookie." Dan grinned at her as she shot him a look. "But seriously, Harry, I say we quit on time and do the rest tomorrow."
"We can't do that!" Mac refused to give up. "We're the ones who set the standard..."
"Yeah." Harry heard him.
"We're the ones who set the records..." Mac added.
"Yeah!" Harry felt the spirit.
"We the ones everyone laughed at, but we showed them!"
"Yeah!!" Harry cheered as Dan and Billie rolled their eyes. "Lay one on me, Macintosh!!!!"
"Newman vs. Constanza, sir!!!"
"Yeah!!!!" Harry looked over to two guys of same height and different bodies. The fatter one in a postal uniform had dark curly hair while the not so fat one was balancing broken glasses on the tip of his nose.
"Sir," Dan started. "Neuman Newman, here..." Dan turned and grinned at the obese mailman. "Your parents had a lot of imagination." He cleared his throat. "Mr. Newman delivers mail to the defendant, Mr. George Constanza, but the two of them got into an altercation the other day over stolen Playboys and began beating each other senselessly. Constanza, I might add, was released a few months ago after serving a year for violating the Good Samaritan law."
"Sir," Billie continued. "Mr. Constanza has known Mr. Newman for years. The two have had an unpleasant dealings before..."
"He's been stealing my Playboys!!!!" Constanza yelled.
"Prove it!!!!" Newman yelled back.
"I haven't got one issue since I got out of prison!!!!" Constanza yelled back. "I had the subscription paid off to 2015!!!"
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!!!!" Harry pounded the gavel and looked the two over. "Obviously, you two have a lot of hatred invested in each other and neither of you are willing to budge. I'm fining the two of you $200 dollars and turning the case over to a higher court. In the meantime, get a life!!!!" He hit the gavel hard.
"Your honor," Constanza came closer and peeked over the edge of the judge's bench as Newman walked off. "$200 bucks, please, have a heart. I haven't been able to get a job since I got released. He's evil, he's the embodiment of everything unholy, and he's… he's a mailman!!!"
"Sounds like my landlord." Roz mumbled from her place in the court.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Constanza." Harry signed a paper. "Maybe if you check with human resources they can help you..." George wandered away slowly and feeling sorry for himself as Harry looked up. Billie looked up at him feeling a bit sorry for him but she also had some second thoughts.
"What kind of guy pays off a magazine that many years in advance?" She asked out loud as she took her place again.
"Mine's paid off to the 31st century." Dan grinned at her. Harry and Mac shot a look of disbelief at him. Behind them, Christine Sullivan-Stone, the former lawyer hottie and now a criminal court sex symbol slipped in to the courtroom behind him. In her days on the bench, she had been on Court TV twice and had inherited cult stardom on the Internet. The former public defender waved warmly to her predecessor as Dan acknowledged her. Garbed in a violet ensemble with a white blouse, the former defense lawyer and state assemblyperson passed behind Mac and whispered to her husband covertly behind his judge's bench.
"Harry, what time do you want to have dinner?" She asked him.
"We're not having one." Harry whispered back. "We got to be finished by midnight."
"Well, how heavy is the docket?" Christine asked.
"Go get the rest of it, Art." Mac shouted out to the hall.
"Sure thing, Mac!" Art Fensterman, one of the building supers, called from the hallway and started backing the forklift with its usual warning sounds. Hearing those sounds, Christine looked out to Art backing the forklift, made a face and looked back to Harry. Harry just gave her the look that reminded her she had started in his court, and she should be used to it by now.