The Dollop with Dave Anthony and Gareth Reynolds - 373 - Gangster Monk Eastman

Episode Date: April 16, 2019

Comedians Dave Anthony and Gareth Reynolds examine turn of the century New York gangster Monk Eastman and his battle for control.TOUR DATESSOURCES REDBUBBLE MERCH

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American History podcast each week I, Dave Anthony, read a story from American history to a guy I know. Named Gareth Reynolds who has no idea what the topic is going to be about. Oh you don't? No. Sounds like you hate me. Really does. It's coming across in the intro. Yeah. I don't know if you've read the reddit buddy. I did read that reddit comment. Let's go. Not this fight? I do but not on air we're in character now. Once we're off and it can be palpable awkwardness. People don't know that when we're not when we're not on recording when we're not recording we usually punch each other in the face about seven times a minute. Yeah. Yep.

So it's just over one every ten seconds. Yeah. Yeah. No I mean it's weird. Who knows Dave? Who knows? That guy also sent me a private message saying how mean I was to you. Okay. This guy I like. I like this guy. I don't know who he is and what he's doing but he's on top of things. Yeah he gets it. No we clearly hate each other. I mean people what are the two guys is it K-Rock or there's a two morning guys in LA and they hate each other so much. Like Kevin and Bean. That one moved to Seattle and had a T1 installed in his house and so they haven't been in the same room in like eight years and they do morning radio every morning and have

people think they're in the same room and they hate each other's guts. It's great. I can't wait. That's squad goals. I can't wait to get there. I can't wait to get there. I'm the fucking hippo guy. Dave okay. My name's Gary. My name's Gary. Wait. Is it for fun? And this is not going to come to Tickly podcast. Okay. This is like an ad on a five part coefficient. Now hit him with a puppy. You both present sick arguments. Don't sleep though. That's like a hippo. Actually part of it. Hi Gary. No. Nice to see you. No. No. Ronda. Ronda is the corn. You know what just based on the what you were just doing. What? Sexualizing your phone. We should let people know that if they want to see the podcast this episode you can go to the All Things Comedy YouTube page where we

have a bunch of dynamic performances by us. I wasn't sexualizing. I was being an idiot. You were sexualizing your phone. No. I was I was sticking my tongue out like a moron. No. But you were licking like you were it was pretty hot. Pretty rad. It was hot. It was hot. It was hot. Yeah. Let's end the show. What do you mean? I'm sorry. I zoned out. I thought we were about to fight. Do we fight now? We hate each other and we fight. On. On. No. Off air. Off air. Now we're in pretend time. Gotcha. Yeah. So hey friend. Hi. I really like you. 1875. Okay. The low year of our Lord Jesus Christ. Yeah. This this episode is brought to you by Jesus. There

for you. Huh. To save you. You know after hearing the other ads and his he just doesn't seem to offer a lot. Does he have a promo code? Is there a way to get some money off him? No. He's super. He's just super into basic simple stuff. He's like keep it super real and keep it really quick. Yeah. It's not really the market for that. Yeah. All right. Edward Eastman was born in Coliers Hook section of Lower Manhattan. I never heard of that. Oh. Really? Corlears. Corlears Hook section. Okay. What's his name? Have you heard of that? No. Edward Eastman. Okay. His mom was Mary. His father was Samuel. He was a veteran of the Civil War. Okay.

Samuel was now working as a wallpaper hanger. A great industry at the time. Killing it. Yeah. Killing it. He so they lived on the Lower East Side for at least five years. Before that we know they had been in California. They had one son Willie who was three in 1870 but then he didn't show up any more censuses. So we're going to make the assumption. He died or you know ran off. At three went off on his own to figure out a career. Yeah. Yeah. By the time Edward reached five his dad left. So Samuel's out. Okay. Good. Good stuff. Leaving Mary to raise the kids on her own. The family then had to move in with Mary's father George. He

was living on the Upper East Side. Okay. His grandfather was 69 and worked in a dry goods store. Sure. For dry stuff. Yeah. For. Right. He was not into wet. Peppers and jerkies and whatnot. Yeah. Yeah. Edward had three sisters Lizzie, Ida and Francine. The family had clearly spent some, as I said, California. Samuel died when Edward was 14. Okay. He, his dad had remained in the Lower East Side all that time and he died of consumption in the house of rest for consumptives. So he was in the right place to die with it, right? Yeah. Yeah. What should we name it? Well, let's really, let's call it on the nose hospital. Mary had already been

saying she was a widow for years. So she was already like, yeah, he's dead. Okay. So he's just holding up his end of the bargain. Yeah. Edward was super in animals. Okay. And really he was into pigeons. He really liked pigeons. Okay. He's in the right city. Yeah. Yeah. It was very common for kids to catch pigeons or steal them and then sell them back then. Sell a pigeon? Yeah. Who are you selling a pigeon to? The pigeons? The pigeon guy. Who is buying a pigeon in the land where you could just go pick up a pigeon apparently? Bankers. So it's just that deposit, please. Well, you couldn't just pick up a pigeon. You had to catch it

and I don't think it's easy to catch a pigeon. You ever tried to catch a pigeon when you were a kid? No. Not easy. But I seen Rocky do it. Okay. So that's a chicken. Okay. Well, I don't know. People want them. I think people collect pigeons. What are people doing with the pigeon? Eating it? You know, have you ever seen like one of those movies where there's a guy on a roof and then a guy goes up to talk to him and there's a bunch of pigeons in a cage? What? Yeah. That, that's what's going on. I don't think that's accurate at all. That feels very made up. But people are just domesticating the pigeons? Yeah. I think you keep, I think you keep pigeons

and it's a pigeon collection. You don't know. And you have them on a roof. There's that roof image again. You are. You've got no idea. Sometimes John Wick comes up and he's like, hey, I need, I need some help. Yeah. Or it's John Woo. Yeah. He's just like, hey. So the kids who caught pigeons were called pigeon chasers. Sure. So Edward's a pigeon chaser. Great. So he's like, found a good crew. Yeah. Then he started keeping some pigeons for himself in a crudely constructed cage on the roof of his building. Okay. So don't act like you have been validated by something you knew was coming. Where else are you going to keep pigeons in New York in the fucking basement or in your bedroom? That's right. Everybody puts them on the roof.

Everybody. Have you seen movies? You are talking like Trump. Have you seen movies? Yes. Now you mean these documentaries called fictional movies? Yeah. Don't adjust yourself for anything or wink. You are out of your mind and out of line. So he used to lure them with other pigeons. Hey. So he'd have pigeons and then other pigeons would come and then he'd catch them. Okay. He could trap, he could trap up to 40 pigeons a week doing this and make money. He could sell them for 10 to 25 cents each and a factory worker made a buck 50 a day. So he could actually make a decent living as a pigeon chaser. They have to be eating the pigeons. Yeah. I mean maybe, I don't know. If you're selling a pigeon, yeah, these people are not taking pigeons like,

I've just been looking for a pet. Maybe they're shooting them or they're eating them in some capacity. They might be. Yeah, they might be eating them. I think they're eating. Yeah. Edward was also into stealing and fighting a lot. Okay. Couple of hobbies. Sure. The worst depression the country had seen hit in 1893. Thousands out of work. We'll show them. The term breadline was created. That's nice. Yeah, that is nice. 6,000 beggars and 10 times as many homeless were in New York City along with the street kids, which we've obviously discussed. Gangs, of course, preyed on the street kids and they controlled lower Manhattan. Okay. Edward's grandfather tried to keep him on the straight and narrow and at one point set him up with his own pet store in Brooklyn.

Okay. Because he loves animals. We talked about that. He's pigeon. He skews pigeon. Well, he likes cats also. He likes all animals. I like this guy. I'm just a little worried. But then, then Gramps died and things went another direction. Oh boy. Being a small pet store owner did not suit Edward. Okay. He wanted more and he was soon hanging out with a gang of pimps and thieves who are known as the Allen Street Cadets. Okay. Edward used Irish names like William Delaney. That's what he was going as? Yeah. Okay. Because it's better to be Irish down there. How old is he now? He's still a teenager. Okay. So late teens probably. Okay. So William Delaney because there's so many Irish gangs down there that it helps to be Irish. Also,

there's some. So their authentication tests were pretty weak, obviously. Yeah. You just say your name. Oh, all right. Well, that's an Irish name. All right. As you were made. Sorry about that. My name is Tom Peters. Shit. There are some people think he was Jewish, but. Delaney's not Jewish. No. Oh, sorry. I mean, I'm saying his fake character is not Jewish. Sorry. Okay, fair. But a lot of people said he wasn't like he was, he's probably Protestant. So whatever. I didn't go into the whole religious stuff, which a lot of people go into. Okay. So also another reason to be Irish, Tony Hall, right? You're connected with the politicians. If you're in a gang, you're Irish. Yeah, you can get that pigeon pill. That's right. Yeah. Yeah. He also went by

William Murray and sometimes Monk Eastman and other names, but Monk is what he's known as today. It's a people refer to a mass. Okay. Even though you rarely use that name. Sure. Yeah. It all makes sense. Of course. There's nothing weird. He was now known to police, but because he used different names, they always, they thought he was William Delaney or somebody else like they would catch him. He's a different name. There was like no way to, you didn't have ID back then. Better time. You just go like, what's your name, kid? Frank, uh, Franco Neil. That was the best. I remember in high school, a couple of times I was at places where like parties would get busted and they caught before I had ID and the cops would be like, what's your name? And it was just

like the best. You're just like, Jack Sullivan. Later, asshole. Yes. So that's what all life was like. Yeah. It sounds great. Uh, once when he was arrested, he actually said his name was Edward Eastman, but a cop in the station jumped up and yelled, quote, I know him. His name is William Delaney. That's Monk. That's who that is. Uh, so he was arrested for many minor offenses like stealing pigeons. So you weren't allowed to steal pigeons? No, if it's someone else's pigeon, you can't steal it. It's not anyone else's pigeon. No, that's catching a pigeon, but we're talking about he actually steal a few pigeons. But why is he stealing? Because they're in a cage. Because they're in a cage. I can't. Just go up on the roof. They're all, every building has a roof

full of pigeons. If you keep talking about pigeon roofs. Uh, Monk got married in 1896 to Margarit. They're not supposed to. Monk's? Yeah. No, he's not a real Monk. Oh, right. Uh, he was 22. Uh, Monk's first serious arrest came in 1898. He was caught with burglary tools. He told the cops his name was William Murray, and that's the name he went to jail under for three months. Okay. So, so Edward doesn't know records just hanging out in jail. Uh, so Monk is small. He's five feet, five inches tall and 150 pounds. Okay. But that's normal for them. Right. According to police records, the average gang member was five foot three inches tall and weighed 120 to 135 pounds. So what's happened to us since then?

Have we just like, well, they weren't eating good back then, obviously. And then, and then in times of like, of economic, you know, recession and stuff, they would eat even less. So, right. There was a malnutrition thing. We eat so much and there's so many antibiotics. Yeah, I mean, probably just like, yeah, we're all much bigger than they were. I actually took a pick because Karen could get off super and a piggy blinders. And I was when I was doing this research, I came across a picture and I took a picture and I sent it to her and she's like, look at how tall they are. And they, and then it, because it had, it was the police and they're all five three and five four. It's fucking crazy. You needed scale. Um, so, uh, so Monk's small. He had messy hair. He, he wore

a, um, he wore a Derby. Okay. Uh, that was two sizes too small. So, so he looked like some sort of like, yeah. So it was just like perched on the top of his head. Carnival monkey. Like a carnival monkey. Um, right. Like a carnival monkey. He's just got a little baby hat on. He's got a baby hat on. Uh, he had gold cap teeth and, uh, he liked to hang out in the gang's club without his shirt on or in torn up clothes. So this guy is, okay. It's quite a look. Okay. There he is. Oh geez. He's got a real mush face. Yeah. I mean, he, uh, that's probably not yet, but he got into a lot of fights. Uh, so that's what happened to his face swollen. His tie looks tiny too. Um, from a description of Monk quote, he began life with a bullet shaped head. Who's describing this? I think,

I think that means that, you know, sometimes when you come out of the old who hole when you're a baby, uh, the, did you call it a who hole? Yeah. It's a, that's a legal term. Legal term? Yeah. It's these in court. Uh, he came out of the old who hole and, uh, sometimes you get a little, uh, a little pointy action. Uh-huh. And then if you lay the kid down and don't turn him over, it stays pointy. So that's why you see little kids with helmets. Oh, I just thought they were dirt bikers. They're trying to reshape that head. So the, I, yeah, I know that part. Well, it's also that, you know, you can get that, uh, that sort of, you know, a back of the head, like a coffee table, if you're not careful, you got to rotate them. Who's, who is watching these children where they're

just like, Oh, we forgot about it for four days. Now he's a plank of wood. I don't know if they knew to rotate him back then. I mean, who knows. Hmm. Or, or his parents didn't care. You know. Yeah. It feels more like that. Um, so I began life with a bullet shaped head and during his turbulent career acquired, easier to get a bullet shaped kid out of the who hole. True. Just fires out. He acquired, get the catcher's mitt. Here we go, Joyce. No catcher's mitt. He acquired a broken nose and a pair of cauliflower ears. That's what I'm saying. He had heavily veined sagging jowls, a short bull neck, plentiful, uh, plentifully scarred with battle marks, as were his cheeks. Okay. So you can see he's got a lot of scars. Yeah. Yeah. He's like,

he looks like a fighter. Yeah. Uh, and he was, he was a badass fighter amongst fighting reputation landed him a job working as a sheriff in the silver dollar saloon. Okay. So in a saloon instead of a bouncer, you would have a sheriff of your bar. Well, uh, we've got a whole police force. Sheriff's in the 1890s. We're not the same thing as a sheriff now. Uh, it's, it is more of a bouncer. Okay. Uh, but with totally way to do whatever they wanted. So, so I guess exactly like a sheriff. A sheriff, a bar share. Like our sheriffs in LA have actually gang tattoos. Right. They're in sheriff gangs. So that's cool. Yeah. That's cool. Yeah. It's really good. Good. Um, so this is where he became super well known. Uh, monk would walk around with a four foot locus,

which is a police stick made out of a kind of wood, uh, I'd be locus wood is what they called it. So which is harder than any other kind of wood. Right. And it's almost his size. Yeah. It's almost as big as him. Uh, he had a blackjack in his pocket and brass knuckles on each hand. What is a blackjack? Uh, that's the like lead. I think I'm pretty sure it's the leather thing that's like full of like lead or whatever. So not so you can just crack some of them. I might be wrong, but I'm pretty sure that's what it is. Um, if it came to it, he also was very good using a beer bottle. So if he had to improvise. Sure. Beer bottle. Um, for each guy, you kick the crap out. Who's bad with using a beer bottle in a fight?

Oh, yeah. Yeah. It's not that easy. I feel like I could pick it up really easy. Literally. For each guy, he kicked the crap out of, he would carbon notch in his, uh, police stick. He would also beat up anyone who he heard had been cruel to animals. This guy, this is another one of these guys where I'm like doing the hokey pokey. I'm in on them out. I don't know what's going on. I like, I do like that. Yeah. For sure. Especially in this era, this is when people are like cats are here for kicking. And what? Yeah. Oh, in this era, I thought you were talking about today. No, good Lord, not in this era. No.

Monk moved up in the sheriff world and landed a job at New Irving Hall, which is a much bigger, much more popular place, dances held there with a lot of like lower belly criminal types. He quickly got a reputation as the most brutal sheriff around. He was even worse than eat him up, Jack McManus, who worked at suicide hall. What just happened? What did you just say to me, sir? Bite your tongue. What is his name? Eat him up, Jack McManus. Eat him up, Jack McManus? Yeah. He would eat him up.

Sounds like a jack in the box burger. He'd eat the fuck out of him. Okay. He worked at suicide hall. Sure. Known that way because so many women jumped off the building to kill themselves. What? Yeah.

Okay. Why? Bad parties. How did they get up there with all the pigeons on the roof? Yeah, you dummy. After about six months on the job, Monk had hurt so many people who needed to go to his surgeons. Ambulance drivers started referring to the accident ward at Bellevue Hospital as the Eastman Pavilion. Wait, because he sent so many people there? Yeah.

Wow. Okay. On the night he hit 49 victims notched in his night stick. He just went up and cracked an innocent guy standing at the bar to make it an even 50. Okay. You know how it is. You're so eager to get over the hump number. You don't want to wait. That's annoying. It might be late at night.

You're like, this place is going to close down. It could have been three days since he'd gotten someone in the hospital. You got to go to 50. Yeah. I mean, he'd been wanting 50 for so long. Is there a bathroom here? Ah! Deserved it.

Monk became someone young man growing up in lower Manhattan looked up to. Sure. The first who became part of his crew were the assistants at the hall. And then others came. They imitated his speech and his mannerisms. Organically, a school of East Monk Eastman criminals and brawlers was born. A school? So they just all wanted to be like him.

So he was showing them the ropes. Jesus. So he's like their god. They would fight anyone anywhere for anything. Monk resigned from his job and became a gang leader. So he went full time. He went full time. Right. Get benefits all that.

Let's get in this. Right. Okay. Right. So he's like, well, I got a bunch of kids who can do crimes. I like that his job as a sheriff was not in his mind close enough to being sort of like a gang person. Well, now he can now, but now he can make money. Like real money. Because he'll be in the head of the gang and he can send them out to do crimes.

Okay. So he'd send them out to pickpocket. Send the kids out? Yeah. So this is a real Oliver situation we've got going on here. Yeah. Yeah. He's fucking, he's building a business.

I love it. I mean, I do like Oliver. He sent them out to pickpocket and steal all of the city. They also worked as lookouts, runners and bodyguards. Soon he was asking for tributes from criminals operating on what became his turf. Tributes being money. Yeah. Right.

Okay. His territory now stretched from the Bowery to the East River. Okay. At this time, the older gang some people may have heard of were gone. The dead rabbits, the pug uglies, the yus. Oh, the yus. I have a picture of that. We've heard of the pug uglies before, right?

Yeah, the pug uglies have been in a lot of stuff. That's the yus. Oh. Yos. Yeah, they were badasses. They don't look very good. No, they look scary. Anybody, I mean, a lot of these people just look scary in general.

So these three gangs had merged and turned into the five points gang. I love merging. Yeah. You guys, we came to an agreement. We breached it. So there were also around 50 smaller gangs in the area who owed allegiance to larger gangs. Okay. So the big gangs were the Gophers, the Gas Houses, the Hudson Dusters, and now the Eastmans.

Sure. If a gang war broke out, the smaller gangs would fight under the banner of a larger gang. Okay. So you have just kind of like auxiliary gangs. Like you have a smaller gang that works under you. Sure. And if you need reinforcements, you call in the smaller gangs. Right.

But other than that, they're independent. Right. But they're sort of independent contractors. So then they will join your gang during times of need. Yes. Okay. Sure. Makes total sense.

Yeah. In the 1900 census, Munk's job was listed as, quote, salesman, birds. What? What? He, it's a Jesus. But you gotta fill out the census was just like, you know, select one of the jobs we offered. You gotta fill out the census and so you can't put. Handler slash pigeons.

Yeah. Pigeon guy. Yeah. Doctor slash beater. Well, he had opened a new pet store on Broome Street. Though in reality, he refused to sell any of the animals. And he had 500 animals and birds in the shop. Not a lot of pet store owners recognize the cruelty of the business enough to be like,

they're never leaving. That's a great attitude. Plus pack in as many as possible. But I mean, like, that's like why I can't like, if I go to like a shelter or I don't go to a pet store, but when I used to, like, I would, you know, you're just like, I want to take everything with me. Yeah. This is if I were to own a pet shop.

That's right. They can't leave. They're my friends. And by the way, I don't have a home anymore. I live in my pet store. This is fun. So, but the pet store is a front. That's why he's not selling anything because it's just a way to, you know,

bring money through. The pet shop was kind of his headquarters. He hung out there. Hey, this snake is full of money. The hell is this? Hey, these guinea pigs are just full of heroin. They ain't even real. Oh boy.

Across the street was a public school. One day, Monk decided to start shooting out the windows of the school. Sorry. So I'm going to need a little more context that possible. Why is that? Just because his move is dramatic. Okay. Well, he was just bored.

He's bored in his pet store. Yeah. So he just decides he'll start shooting across the street at the windows of the school. I bet you 20 years ago that sounded a lot crazier. It still sounds crazy. Yeah. But now it's like, oh yeah. Oh yeah.

Yeah. So what there? Yeah. The headmistress reported, quote, bullets rained through the schoolrooms and the children were in a panic. What grounds? I don't know. Okay.

So the headmistress runs out and starts yelling at Monk. Nice. And he's impressed. Yeah. And he's just going to say. He responds, quote, you're all right. You're a good sport for not calling the cops. And he did as I asked him.

So he, she yelled at him and he was like, yeah, you're all good. All right. Look at you. Would you yell and then stop shooting? Thank you. Sorry. Yeah. You're right.

So he's a nice guy. Yeah. A super nice guy. Yeah. For sure. The, what I would say he is. Sure. The Eastman's kept expanding, causing more and more friction with other gangs on their borders.

Monk was also a very good diplomat and built alliances with rivals. And as he expanded, he delegated crimes to his lieutenants. Though he still liked to quote, beat up a guy once in a while. I keeps my hand in. Yeah. No, for sure. You don't want to get bored. Well, it's tough.

I mean, it's all paperwork at that level. Like, are you not a little, yeah, what are you supposed to do? Just like sit around and delegate and do paperwork? Just hear the stories about these guys flogging strangers. Yeah, could you imagine not beating a guy up? Oh, don't even. Yeah. He might also been sitting at like 99 too.

So he was like, I've got to get it. I've got the itch. Gotta go, gotta go. Some of the names of the smaller gangs. Here we go. This is a fun part. Under the Eastman's were the McCarthy's, the Batavia street gang, the Lolli Myers. There we go.

The Red Onions. Here we go. And the Squab Wheelman. What happened? Did the names even make sense in that era to people? Or were people like, what the hell's a Squab? What is it? Squab Wheelman.

What the hell's a Squab Wheelman? So the Squab Wheelman were run by Crazy Butch. What is happening? Monk had now ventured into another business, bike rentals. Interesting. But he wouldn't part with any of the bikes. No, he did. To stay in the good graces of Monk, the smaller gang members had to rent at least one bike a week.

Sure. Whether they could ride it or not. Right. So that's, in other words, what we would call a bribe. Yeah. Right. The Squab Wheelman were actually named an homage to Monk. Squabs were pigeons and Wheelman were bikes.

Okay. So they formed a gang named for him. It's quite an homage. That's pretty fucking sweet. That's cool. Yeah. Squab Wheelman. Crazy Butch show why he was nicknamed Crazy One Night when he attacked the Squab Wheelman's own pool room.

Sure. So he's the head of the Squab Wheelman. Crazy Butch. Yes. And he goes to the Squab Wheelman pool hall. And he attacks the Squab Wheelman pool hall. And he attacks them. Quote, by way of testing their valor and settling definitively in event of trouble,

who would stick and who would duck? Sure. So he is crazy. Yeah. Okay. Butch and over six others burst into the pool room shooting. There were 60 Wheelman inside, almost all fled. One guy jumped out a window and broke his neck.

That guy. Yeah. That's embarrassing. Yeah. It was a test, you fucking asshole. I know. I was kidding and playing along. Can't move anything.

Oh no, my extremities. I got you. I'm fine. I stayed in here. I know, but I also pranked you guys. Yeah. That's not a prank. That window was not real glass.

And the ground is, oh my gosh. Yeah. I'm, I needed ambulance. Yeah, we're not kidding you. April 4th. By the way, you're not in the gang anymore. Oh, okay. Have you heard of the Squab Flatman?

That's hilarious. Yeah. All right, I'm going to head to this light. How? In my mind's eye. But Butch Zoom was sent away for burglary. He got a four year sentence. So that he's in trouble for?

Yeah. Right, okay. Monk always kept his true identity hidden and he constantly moved. So he was never really telling anyone. Everyone thought he was a bunch of different names. Right. He started switching headquarters around from saloons

and pool rooms and even once to a graveyard. He's trying to keep the cops from knowing. So he's like Saddam Hussein essentially. Yes, he's in caves and. Right. Eating wet Doritos in a hole. Wet? Uh-huh.

How do you eat a wet Dorito? That's what Saddam Hussein used to do. Yeah, that's the craziest thing I ever heard about. Are you serious? Yeah. That's one of the craziest. Will he dip him in water? No, he would have a bag of Doritos

and he would pour some water in the back. What in the fuck does that even mean? Look, I mean, I understand or a criminal say what you will. To me, that's where I go. This man is not of this world. Okay. Have you ever tried it? Just because you.

No. Because if you do, if you did, would you be like. You become a dictator. You're like, I'm better than all the other citizens. They're just eating plain Doritos. They're not putting water in their bags. Yeah. Right.

They would just get soggy and you couldn't pick them up. Hey, dude, I'm not the guy who's saying this is a good thing to do. I mean, did he shake it up and then drink it like a milkshake? No. No, that's also what that helps you get there. No. This, both are crazy. But what I have read is that he would just get a bag of Doritos.

It's like this is when the U.S. had captured him. Oh, yeah. This is after. Yeah. It wasn't like he was just in the palace like, what Doritos forever? They didn't catch him. They killed him. We killed him.

Yes. But they had him on. They put him on trial. Oh, they had him on. So this is when he is, this is during his trial when he's like jailed. No, he was, bin Laden was never jailed. No, no, no. Saddam Hussein.

Oh, Saddam Hussein. Jesus Christ. Yeah. No. There was time up in London. No, no, no. Um, uh, wait, how long was he in prison for? So who's, I mean, you know, not, not, not too long.

And they were giving them Doritos? They, yeah, they were like bribing them with Doritos or something. You know, they're like, Saddam, look, play ball, baby. Yeah. Hey, wait, you want another bag of Dorito water cereal? Here you go, baby. Yeah. What fucking world is this?

It's, it was a different time. I mean, this is. The world you're describing is worse than the world, the world of this story. And the world we live in now is worse than both. Okay. Okay. So this guy, he switched in locations. He's sleeping in graveyards.

The gang started working for Tammany Hall, stealing ballot boxes, voting over and over and working as quote sluggers. Sure. Meaning people who just beat people who didn't do what they wanted. Guys who would come to vote and they were going to vote for the wrong guy. They would slug that guy. Right. So until that guy's brain got in the position it was supposed

to. That's right. And he saw the light and voted for who he should vote. Or went home. Right, either way for a bag of Doritos. And all, doing all this just gave the, gave the gang more immunity from the law. The five pointers are doing the exact same thing. Okay. Munk's greatest enemy was the five point leader, Paul Kelly.

Paul was Italian, but took the name Paul Kelly for the same reason Munk took Delaney. That's his counterpart. His real name was Apollo and Tonini of Visorelli. That's Italian? No, that's Swedish. Oh, okay. Kelly went from being a professional boxer to a gangster and soon ran the five points gang. Paul was good looking with great hair and dressed impeccably.

He spoke four languages, total opposite of Munk. Okay. Oh, we get to look at this guy. Yeah. I mean, I guess that's good. Oh yeah. You like that shit? Oh yeah.

That's it. That's, that's, that's a nice looking man. Yeah. The two actually liked each other personally. Paul said of Munk quote, he's a soft, easy going fella, but has a gang of cowards behind him, second story man, flat robbers and a mall buzzers. Yeah. That's a mall buzzer.

Right. Yeah. Mall buzzer. Yeah. Could have looked that up, I guess. Well, I'm sure it has an insane. Well, you know what I'm, you know what a mall is. I'm a YLL mall.

Oh, mall. And what is that? It's a, Hmm? Huh? What? Hmm. Hmm. It feels like, sure.

Mall, a mall. An M-O-L-L? Mall? Mall? Mall buzzers are different. Mall. Sure. Mall.

Oh. Buzzer. I'm going to get out of here. I'm going to go. At midnight on April 13th, 1901, two five point gang members, Peggy and James Donovan. Peggy's the guy. Sure. The brothers obviously.

Sure. They came into the Silver Dollar Sluan where a monk was drinking. Peggy shot at monk. He missed hitting 18 year old Samuel Franklin, but he hit him in his pocket watch. That really happens? Yeah. You know there's backstory in that. And that guy's movie, my grandpa gave me this.

He said, keep it. I didn't want to, but two weeks ago I decided I was going to start keeping it. And now it saved my life. He was slightly wounded, but not totally wounded. Well, he had no idea what fucking time it was from then on. Nobody knows what time it is. Mall is saying for prostitute. Oh, interesting.

So mall's a sex worker. A mall buzzer. Mall buzzer. So then what the hell's a buzzer? Maybe they have sex with them or maybe they're just... Sex worker. Maybe it's like a pimpy's talking. Yeah.

That's kind of what I was thinking maybe. Yeah. Okay. There's the five points guys. Did they have hats? Oh yeah. Somewhat. That guy does not.

There's one guy without a hat. One guy does not have a hat. He feels like a... And he fucking showed up for the picture. Oh dude. What an asshole. Get a hat asshole on hat day. And his tie's all short.

Every day was hat day. That's true. So monk after the shooting happens, monk runs out into the street and the dodamans chase him and they catch him. And then Peggy pressed his gun against monk's stomach and shot twice. Jesus. Monk then collapse onto the sidewalk and James shot him behind the ear. Holy shit.

Police arrived. James shot twice at one of the cops before other cops tackled him and Peggy got away. Monk, somehow still alive, days and very wounded, started to walk. That's not a good time to walk. No he's going for a little walkie. I gotta go. Side pistol. I'm gonna go buy a couple of...

I gotta go get some water. I gotta go get vegetables for a soup I'm making. I wish there were those lift screws. I don't know if he's really walking either. He's like, you know, he's walking like he's in the thriller video. It's a stagger situation. Sure. I gotta go.

He heads to the Gouverneur Hospital about a mile away. Okay. So he walks a mile to the hospital? Yeah. He plugs the holes with his fingers. What? He sticks his fingers? Damning himself?

Yeah, he's damning himself. He's belly fingering himself? The girl, the boy who put the finger in the dike, he's doing that but with his tummy. Because there's holes there now that shouldn't be there. He's giving himself a Jack Horner belly. That's right. He's bowling balling himself. Yeah, he is absolutely bowling balling himself.

They perform a surgery on him and remove the bullets. He was not... What about the fingers? The fingers, they could not get out. Okay. He's not expected to survive so he gave a statement and named his attackers. Okay. Two days later, the New York Times reported that Edward Eastman, who lived at 101 First Street,

had died. Okay. It's a good address. Yeah, sure. But he wasn't actually dead. No. He was in critical condition where he was for weeks and he survived. When he realized he was actually going to live, he recanted his deathbed statement and

said he would not testify against whoever shot him. Hmm. Street code. Yeah, okay. It's not a squealer. Sure. In life. Yeah.

In death, he squealed. In death, he squealed. Everyone else did it. That's right. They hurt me. So a week after he got out of the hospital, a woman lured a five-pointer out of a bar where he was shot and killed. Police said Monk had gotten his man.

Okay. The five-pointers and the Eastmans battled for territory. They had street fights. It was described as a, quote, vicious fight for supremacy, the greatest and most bloody of a generation and the three lowest wards of the city. Several gang members were killed. The disputed territory between the Bowery, was between the Bowery and a dive bar on Pell Street,

mostly full of Chinese immigrants and opium dens. That's the area they're fighting for. Yeah. Okay. So Kelly Monk would send patrols into the territory with the instructions to beat up or shoot anyone from the other gang. Okay. So there were a lot of small battles, which turned into one huge one in September 1902.

So a five-pointer was robbed and beaten one night, and then the next night an Eastman gang member was beaten so badly he died. That's called murdered. From what I've read. Are you doing the Lion King intro? Ah, man, yeah. Okay. Just looking to see if we have any other, no.

And this is all in territory, you said that's predominantly like the Chinese section. Yeah. So they're happy about this influx too. They're like, oh, that's cool. Yeah. And there are immigrants, there's no really Chinese gangs yet. And so it's just like mostly opium dens for the white guys to come down and smoke. That's what the area looked like.

Man, I would be so into the opium dens. I know. Good lord. No. You'd have to peel me off of those chairs. That's right. So 60 Eastmans the next night go into Chinatown. Splendid two groups looking for five pointers.

They had pistols, knives, and slung shots. Slung shots. I think it's like a really big slingshot. I think you can like fucking throw bricks with it and shit. You could just fire another guy at him. Put me in the slung shot. Let's go, boys. One group met a group of five pointers at White and Walker streets,

and they shot and threw bricks at each other. They kept fighting and rioting all the way up to Broadway. There they were met by the police who started fighting both gangs, and they stopped the riot. But the fighting started again at White and Center streets. The cops rushed down and put an end to it. They confiscated 13 guns, six knives, and three blackjacks. So police started patrolling the area in groups of five.

Quote, pouncing on the knots of fighters at every opportunity and sending them to prisons in groups. And that finally stopped. Briefly, five days later, the fighting flared up again, and 35 five pointers attacked a pool room that was an Eastman hangout. Monk was there. The fighting went on for 10 minutes. Three gang members were pushed out of the second floor windows.

One was an Eastman gang member who died from a fractured skull. That will kill you. That, yeah, hitting your skull and cracking it open. By the way, 10 minutes and fighting. That's fucking crazy. Four hours of real life. Exhausting. Yeah.

You've seen Roadhouse, the movie Roadhouse. I've lived Roadhouse, the movie Jack. So it's like that. Yeah. Come at me with a vip scene, Roadhouse. The cops arrived and arrested 29 people. They found dozens of guns. So once the cops were out, we'd run and everyone would just throw their gun on the ground.

Hey, look, we found another one. Hey, there's a gun. You know how some places have side dust on the floor? This isn't a pool cue, officer. Peanut shells. Well, the dead rabbits used to play pool with guns to intimidate people. Well, that's a game where you really have to be aware of where the guy is shooting the ball.

Because you're like, oh, you know, I don't actually go behind you. Monk and the others were arraigned the next day. The prosecutor described them as, quote, a disgrace to the city. What does he know? But Monk's attorney was an ex-assemblyman who said they were all just, quote, innocent boys arrested without cause.

Gentlemen, they're like in their 20s. They're just a bunch of young misguided kids. They're like your kids. What's up with you? Look at Monk's mashed potato head. What a little monkey over here. Hey, I'm sorry, sir. I just don't know about it.

I just want to see my mom. Now, during this time, the Eastmans were also fighting with the yakky yaks. Sure. I was going to ask where the yakky yaks were and all those yakky yaks. They were a gang who fought under the independent gang fighting under the five points. OK. They were also a much smaller gang.

They were led by big Dave Bernstein. Sure. They fought nightly battles. One night, big Dave was shot a few minutes after he'd gone to talk to Monk. At the hospital, he wouldn't name anyone, quote, anyway, I'll settle my own scores. The doctors there were like, good. OK.

Yeah, just please. We'll see you in two weeks. Yes. Can you also take your fingers out of your heart? I cannot. Get them out. That's how we do it in the city. They have songs.

Of course. The Eastmans then shot into big Dave's saloon from the outside. Two yakky yaks were seriously wounded. Nineteen-year-old Kid Twist, an Eastman. I love his first. His solo stuff is great. Kid Twist was. Whoa.

Kid Twist was a lieutenant in Eastman's gang. OK. He was arrested, and he said he acted in self-defense. Sure. And no witnesses would come forward to counter his story, so he was released. Jeez, that's a great. Yeah. I mean, that is a good code if you are these guys.

Yeah, no witnesses. Yeah. All is fine. Then an Eastman named Patty the Snake was beaten by a group led by Bill Argument McCanton. Sorry. You just knew you were sitting on gold. They didn't you. You saw those.

They couldn't get through it. Yeah. They couldn't get through it. Wait, give me the Patty Snake, which is a fun game to play on the school ground. Oh, I love it. Patty Snake, Patty Snake. Patty the Snake was beaten by a group led by Bill Argument McMahon. A argument.

It's terrible. Hey, how'd you get that name? How'd you get that name? All right, Bill. Settle down. Just asking you a question. You asked me if I'm settling down or not settling down. Here's your beer, Bill.

I didn't ask for a fucking beer. Who told you I wanted a fucking beer? You did two minutes ago. You ordered it. Oh, you did two minutes ago. I wanted it at the bar. It's your problem. What are you saying?

I have a problem. I don't have a problem. Hey, Bill, I don't know why you're angry at this guy. He just brought you a beer. How am I angry at anybody right now? I'm not angry at anybody. You're pushing back on everything. Who's pushing?

You're pushing. You are. You're the pushing guy. You're the contrarian. Hey, boys. Hi, Bill, we still on for tonight? Yeah. Interesting twist.

Didn't think you'd go there. You found the Achilles. So at the hospital, Patty, this neck told the cops, quote, I ain't no squealer. I will attend to the matter myself. You know who would always tattle was Peter the Squealer. Peter the Squealer. I'll tell you everything you want to know.

There was a bunch of them. Hear their names. This is the contact information. What do you fast want to hear? Well, boy, I'll sing to the days over. Fellas, I think we got to get rid of Peter the Squealer. Hey, what's the problem? I'm sitting right here, guys.

There's no problem. I ain't telling nothing. First of all, your name is really bad. Yeah, but I only got it on account of the way I act. You're a squealer. Yeah, but you're the one who stabbed that guy two weeks ago. OK, that's a good example of what you shouldn't be doing in the gang.

Oh, OK, now that I know, I'll be better. You guys, yeah. What are you doing? Oh. What are you whispering? Nothing. I just was nothing. Let's have a meeting.

Who wants popcorn? It just was invented, I'm maybe. Huh? OK, see you guys later. You're not going anywhere. Yeah. All right. This is a good meeting, though, huh?

Hey, everybody write down your contact information. Hey, Jimmy the Stabber, you want to take care of this? Yeah, he had no problem, boss. Meow, meow. You did it, you did it. You did it. I eat this man, stab me. So when Patty got out of the hospital two days later,

he went to wait at Bill the Argument's place. Sure. And when Bill Argument showed up, Patty, quote, pressed a revolver to the base of his skull and blew off the top of his head. Jesus Christ. Who's arguing now? Well, Bill's done.

Nobody. Yeah, Bill's done. Argument, police started now making raids to stop the Yakey Yakes and the Eastmans from fighting. Now, some of the pool rooms were set up like labyrinths. So when cops broke through the armored doors of one, they found themselves in a room with three doors. They were welcome police officers.

It's time to choose. So they broke through the first door and they found themselves in a room with three doors. Oh man, well, am I the only one who's tripping out here a little bit? Did we take mushrooms? Hey, we did take mushrooms, okay, but we'll be fine. Some tells me if we just take another tour, we'll be okay. They backed up and tried the second door

and found a room with three doors. Dude, now. Hey, Billy, I'm going crazy. What is going on? What the fuck is this? Three, okay. They went back and tried the third door and found a room with three doors.

Finally, a cop realized they were over the pool room and he smashed with an axe through the floor and they jumped down. Oh man, okay. They make your own door, a floor door. You got to improvise. So eventually the fighting led the Tammany politicians to crack down. They were worried that an all-out war would break out

and upset the voters who were pretty indifferent to gangsters killing each other at this point. Cool. So they're like, oh, it's gangsters killing gangsters, but then if it's all out war, then other people start getting hurt. Okay. So, politician Tom Foley had to sit down with the gang. So now Tom Foley.

You got to be a little nervous for that intervention. He's the guy over on the right. The guy who looks like he's wearing a weird bird hat? Yeah. So, boy, that's a real, that picture is pretty amazing. Those are all Tammany Hall guys. Look at them. Yeah, bunch of pricks.

Yeah. So he has to sit down. He said while he understood there would be beatings and murders every now and then as part of his business. Hey, you make an omelette. Sometimes you got to kill a guy, right? We understand, gentlemen. Yes.

Open warfare would cause everyone trouble and if the fighting didn't stop, Tammany Hall would stop protecting the gangs. So, Monk and Kelly agreed to end the war. Okay. Tom Foley then went out because the reporters are waiting outside because they know the meeting's happening. Sure.

And he goes out and he says, quote, the representatives of these rival factions have been given their words. Oh, let's start again. The representative of these rival factions have given their words that they will never more be bad. Oh, that's not what they said, right? Right?

What an era where you are having a politician come out to talk about how the negotiations between gang factions has gone. And now with that, I'll take your questions. Yeah, what the fuck is happening? What? I don't know. I said a thing.

Okay. It sounded great when it came out of my mouth. Sure. Yeah. I said, can you just write it down and we'll be good? That's not how this operates. Okay. It will be in the future.

Okay. Yeah. So the representatives of these rival factions have been given their words that they will never more be bad, thus ending the necessity of calling out the police reserves to quell riots and disperse gangs with armed pistols, clubs, and other weapons. After the deal was signed, they went to Newdorp, Staten Island

to seal the deal with a chowder. Okay. So just one of those regular sort of culminating chowder moments. Just, all right, boys. And to make it official, let's all have big bowls of chowder. Anyone got it? Boys, it's time for a bowl of clams in liquid. We are about to make it official once we go to the clam signing.

Kelly Monk and a bunch of their followers drank and ate and then headed back on the ferry at midnight. Everyone eat their oath chowder? As they got to Manhattan, they marched through the streets in South Ferry with a brass band fully had paid for leading them. Sure. Then hundreds of five-pointers started shooting their revolvers into the air.

Here we go. So this is the day of the announcement. Well, they shouldn't have gotten them drunk. The day of the proclamation after the piece. This is celebrating the piece announcement. After the chowder summit, they have walked the streets with a brass band hired by one of the Tammany Hall guys and now... Shooting into the sky.

Shooting into the sky. And here we are again. As they got to their territory, 15 cops tried to restore order. They were badly beaten by the mob. This is again the day of the announcement. Yes, this is the end of the day of the... Sure. So Monk set up a prototype the mafia would use for generations in New York.

Protection markets. He wasn't just a legit businessman. It wasn't sorry. It wasn't just legit businessmen that he did the protection with. He forced thieves, brothel owners, gambling house owners, gamblers, all the pay up. And Tammany Hall got a cut of everything. So this is the... Right.

The mob model being that you... Or the mobble, as I like to call it. Yeah. That you are like, hey, give us money and you get to stay. You won't get hurt by us. You live your life. Yeah. Right, okay.

So now the Tammany Hall guys are happy. They got money coming in. Sure. These guys will help them win votes. Right. By 1900, Monk's gang had 1,200 men in it. That's a hefty number for a gang. Especially in this era, 1,200.

1,200. They wore expensive clothes, drank top shelf booze, and had money to burn. Monk's gang united different types of gangs to further their collective interest. Other smaller gangs paid him a tribute and could be called upon for battle. He had his lieutenants write up reports of the crimes they'd carried out. Okay. It's a little backwards. Very organized.

He's considered the first gangster to take advantage of labor disputes. He took money to stop union organizers and beat up two leaders after he would often take the money from both sides. Right. Sometimes he would send in gang members to literally work both sides of a strike. His gang members. His gang members. He would have guys cracking heads of union guys and also guys in the union fighting back.

Right. Okay. What's the upside of that? He's getting money from both sides. Okay. Gotcha. Right. But aren't you like, hey, I think we're getting screwed once he starts beating your side?

Yeah, it's not great. Right. It's a bad, yeah. I mean, it's a one-time payment model. Yeah, it's not recurring. That's right. Right. Right.

Monk would pay off the cops, but one occasion he did not and the cops rated his headquarters. They took out two wagon loads of brass knuckles. Which is a, is that a metric weighing system? Yeah, wagon loads is a metric weighing system. Sure. They took out. Wagon loads sounds like a gang member, by the way. Oh, I'm sure it was.

Hey, I'm wagon loads. Hey, how are you? Could you carry this? I could, but I don't have my gear. Two wagon loads of brass knuckles, slung shots, blackjacks, knives, pistols, and other weapons. So two wagon loads of weapons. Sure. As Monk's power grew, he moved his business out of the Lower East Side.

He started collecting debts, doing personal vendettas, scaring off businesses, and silencing witnesses uptown. So it's quite a portfolio. Yeah, he's killing it. Yeah, it's versatile. One of his lieutenants' prices. A slash on the cheek with a knife, a dollar to ten dollars. Interesting.

Shot in the leg, one dollar to twenty-five dollars. Interesting. So both could be purchased for a dollar, potentially. Yeah. If it was the right situation. Well, shot in the arm, five to twenty-five. Okay, so now we're getting up. Throwing a bomb, five to fifty.

So still possible for five dollars to get someone to throw a bomb? Murder, ten dollars to a hundred dollars. So for double the bomb throwing price, you could potentially get a murder out of him. That's right. Right, so the reason the prices are different is if you're on the lower east side, you don't have a lot of money, but if you're on, if you're uptown, you have the cash to pay. That's quite a sliding scale. Okay.

Monk had the courts paid off. One cop, quote, Monk Eastman was arrested 30 times, but we never got him dead to rights and had to let him go. His animal love continued as he grew more powerful, powerfully collected more pigeons and cats. He now had 500 pigeons and a hundred cats. It's a fucked up pet store, if you think about it. I mean, at this point, it's not a pet store anymore. It is a fucked up pet store.

I mean, essentially, his pet store has rival gangs inside of it. Yeah, it's a nightmare. It with the pigeons. Hey, with a cat. I mean, the cats are winning. The pigeons aren't doing shit. Yeah, I guess. It's not great for the pigeons.

It's not great for the pigeons, but they have numbers. They do have numbers, but... They have flight. Okay. Yeah, I agree. My money's on the cats. Yeah. Now, as much as there had been a truce with the five points, there were still fights happening

here and there, mostly between individual gang members. But on September 15, 1903, fighting flared up big time between the two gangs. 40 Eastman started a fight with eight men in a bar. Then they headed for the bowery and started more fights. Some five pointers decided to raid an Eastman hangout. The hangout was a, quote, 50-foot crevice between two rows of tenements. It's a great spot to hang out. It's a great name for a joint, too.

A crevice. You want to go down to crevice tonight? I thought we were calling it the ditch. Well, it's really more of a crevice. Hey, you guys, I found a great spot for a hangout. It's a big ditch. Hey, guys, we going to the gourd? So, so this is the hangout.

Both sides pulled out guns and started shooting at each other. The five pointer was killed. More and more gang members joined the shootout. The police arrived and both sides shot at them. The street lights were shot out so the cops couldn't see. By midnight, over a hundred gang members were shooting at each other. Jesus. So at this point it's fully like, um,

Hey, guys, not the plan. You remember this summit? Chowder. Hey, guys. Chowder. We need, all right, listen, I understand what's happening. We need to get more chowder down there right now. We, guys, we, we did it over chowder.

And we ate it out of bread bowls. I mean, that's a deal. All right, here you go, guys. Here's some chowder. I know this will fix everything. The Gophers came. Shot eight times. The Gophers came, of course.

From Hell's Kitchen. Sure. And started shooting at both gangs. Interesting. One of the Gophers would later say, quote, a lot of the guys was popping at each other. So why shouldn't we do a little poppin' ourselves? Hey, it's pretty much the gopher mentality if you think about it.

Sort of just like, well, it's there. Why not fuck it up? Finally, the police were able to gather a large enough group to head in. And as they did, gang members threw bricks at them from rooftops. The battle then moved and raged along two miles of streets. Wow. The path of destruction and number of casualties was huge. So people are just getting shot left and right.

Right. And not gang members, like just people. Right, just, OK. And then finally, they just disappeared into the night and went their own ways. OK. The dead and wounded were laying in the streets, in some cases, for hours.

A five-pointer died at the hospital from, quote, a gunshot wound and strangulation. Well, interesting. Well, you got to cover it. Head your bets. Cover your bases, right? But I'm dying from a gunshot. Shit, I'm dying from this, too.

Wounded gang members were locked up. A monk was one of them, under the name Joe Morris. Hey, I'm Joey Morris. He said he was just a passerby. I just walk him by. I was just, I was singing. I had a gun that I found. I picked it up.

I don't know what to tell you. I'm sure I've been hit in the face a lot, but. Oh, is that him? Side view. Wow. He's got a face like a frying pan. It's real flat. Yeah, it's not great.

The police could not find one witness. So two miles of shooting, people getting shot. Yeah. You're getting killed. And no one is coming forward. Yes, but if you've watched two miles of just a war, and you're like, nah, I'm good. Nah, I'm good.

I feel like me talking about it results in more strength than I thought. I feel like me talking about it results in more street murder. So I'm good. And then the Tammany Hall lawyers came to help. Everyone was let go. But the battle was so crazy, even Tammany Hall had to deal with it.

They threatened to take away both gangs protection. Once again, Tommy Monk had a face-to-face meeting. Peace was declared again. What kind of a soup do we want to dot the T's with? After, Tom Foley organized a ball. And there, Monk and Kelly shook hands in the middle of the dance floor. Wow, very high school rom-com.

That's right. Right, OK. But the police commissioner was finished. He met with the city inspector and assistant DA to see what they could do. And they started making raids. He charged six CREP cops with neglect of duty. Interesting.

That's how you know someone serious. Yeah. The night after the battle, the five porters were holding a fundraiser for the wounded gangsters and the bills. A gang is holding a fundraiser? Yeah. Isn't your ability to raise funds pretty much just to go rob?

Well, maybe the community should give back for all the help they received. Fair point. They wore black badges with silver-printed letters that said, quote, we mourn our loss. Interesting. It's nice. Yeah, it's sort of sweet.

Cops came to the fundraiser and started beating heads. The inspector jumped on a table and yelled, quote, Paul Kelly Association is dead from now on. The Paul Kelly, oh, OK, right, OK. After the raid, the inspector told the press, quote, I think we have succeeded in putting the Paul Kelly Association out of business. Yeah, it's right.

Yeah, exactly what we want to do is nevel chamberl in the moment. That's right. Right as soon as you feel like it's over. Mission accomplished. Done, done, done. Put up the banner. The next day, Paul Kelly held a funeral

for one of the dead five porters. And 2005 pointers marched to Brooklyn. Wow. Obviously, he wasn't out of business. The cops hit the Eastman's necks. They staked out their hangout. The cops wore disguises so they wouldn't be recognized in their uniforms.

Right. They had scarves. Oh, they had scarves. And slouch hats, I don't know. And dressed as trolley conductors, motormen, butchers, printers, and street cleaners, some more fake mustaches and fake beards. Jeez.

Wow. I mean, a fake beard in this era must be a nightmare. It probably was just like a horse tail. They were like, how are you? I'm growing it out. Yes, I always forgot about the old mustache before I have a sip of this ale. Then they charged in and started beating the Eastman

and made arrests. Anonymous cop told the reporter the gangs were, quote, going to get a dose of their own medicine. They are going to be beaten within an inch of their lives by the police whenever the slightest excuse is offered. Sorry, and you're the good guys? I'm the cop. Right, OK, just wanted to make sure.

Cool. Congrats. Yes. But all the gang members were released by the courts, because the courts were all bought off. Right. Things started to calm down a bit because an election was coming and Tammany Hall needed calm.

Though Kelly and an Eastman lieutenant challenged each other to a boxing match in the cellar below a bar. I like this. Yeah. Kelly was outweighed by 80 pounds. OK. And he beat the living shit out of the guy.

OK. Now, this was incredibly offensive and upsetting to the Eastmans, and they now wanted revenge. But it was a fair fight. He's still mad that I got beaten up. Right. After the election was over, the fighting started again. An Eastman was beaten, had his nose broken,

and an ear bit off. Jesus. You've got to take an ear, man. You've got to do everything you can. You've got to get in there, you've got to fight, you've got to stab. Like, if I lose an ear in a fight, that's where I'm retiring from fighting. There's the cops.

Oh, look at them. Oh, boy. Monk told Kelly to exact retribution on his own man, or he would. OK. Tammany Hall held peace talks again. This time, they agreed to settle their differences in the ring.

OK. Paul Kelly and Monk Eastman would have a bare-knuckle fight. The winner would get the disputed territory. Holy shit. Come on, Israel-Palestine, let's dance. What's going on? They held the fight one night in the Bronx. Everyone took the train up and walked two miles to the site.

The ref was from a rival gang who had no affiliation with either gang. I love that it's like, yes, while he is a gang member, he doesn't care for either one of our gangs. That's right. Nobody cares. I'm from the Sad Rabbits. OK, yeah, he could call it.

Oh, buddy, it's OK. I know you've already died. It's OK. Every time I say the name. Hey, I'll tell you what, when you're out there, take a couple. Here's a pigeon and a cat. Give me a couple fair calls.

A cat just killed the pigeon. All right, so you got a fat cat. That's awesome. OK. It's as if you've got a satiated animal, feline. That's awesome. So remember, make his count a little bit shorter than mine, OK?

If you do, there's another cat in the phone. All right? I know you said about your bunny. Hey, buddy, it's OK. It's OK. Yeah, it's all right, bud. Oh my god, this is a dog I'm talking to. Monk was stockier and five inches taller than Paul Kelly.

So Paul Kelly was four foot two? But Paul Kelly started out as a boxer before he turned into a gangster. So. OK. Both guys had a corner man. Sure, a cut man. A cut man, a corner man.

Each round went on until one fighter was knocked down. OK. The corner man had a minute to wake up his guy or the fight was over. OK, a minute. A minute. So CTE prominent. Yeah.

Both Monk and Kelly went down multiple times, but were able to keep fighting. The fight went on for close to two hours. Holy shit. Yeah, it's not great. It's really bad. This is a bad thing. Wow.

Yeah. They finally both collapsed from exhaustion, but kept trying to hit each other from the ground. OK, so how does that work? It's the best. I don't care. It's the best. Kind of sleep fighting?

It's MMA kind of thing. Right, OK. MMA. Yeah. They were pulled apart and the fight was declared a draw. So what does that mean? Right, so it means that nobody wins and the disputed territory still up for grabs.

OK, so how do you? Some said it was fixed. But they had a sad rabbit. Well, they also punched each other for two hours. So I'm not sure that's true. February 2, 1904, Monk and a buddy, Chris Wallace, saw a shit-faced guy come out of Jack's all night restaurant. He's standing on the street and the guy takes out his money

and starts counting it. Well, so this man is asking to be robbed. And yelling, rob me. So much money. Monk and Wallace saw two guys standing nearby about to rob him. So they stepped in and robbed him first. Which is the nice thing to do. Step in and you commit the crime before the bad guys do.

Yeah, hometown, hometown advantage. So they take the guy's money. But the other two guys weren't robbers. Turned out they were Pinkertons. Oh, boy. Who had been hired to keep an eye on the drunk guy who was a rich kid. What a weird situation that is, too.

Yeah. So the Pinkertons just started shooting him. OK. Because they're Pinkertons. Right. Monk and Wallace pulled out their guns and shot back. No one's hitting each other. Because they're Monk and Wallace.

Right. They ran and shot as they went, as the Pinkertons chased and shot back. But the only damage that occurred from the shootout was when Monk ran out of bullets and threw his gun at a Pinkerton and it smashed through the window of a store and onto a tea cup set.

Oh, no. My tea. So my mother was there? Now the English are upset. Oh, yeah. Well, well, well, you could do what you want. But a second you smashed a good tea set, you've crossed a line, sir.

A cop happened to be there and he hit Monk on the head and knocked him out. OK. Monk woke up in jail. And as usual, he didn't give a shit. He figured he'd be out soon. Right. The problem, though, was the Pinkertons.

They would not take money to change their story and they wouldn't be intimidated. That's a problem. Yeah. So all of a sudden, he had a high bail slapped on him that no one could pay. Monk was charged with attempted murder, first degree, and assault.

And then he got hit with another charge of trying to kill a guy two weeks earlier. And also, he's ruined a kettle. He found another fellow and a tea cup. We've got four sources shy of a full set now. Crabbitle! Cavnape. Nope.

Monk was found guilty of assault in the first degree. He got 10 years in sing-sing. Wow. When he heard the sentence, he was most concerned about his pigeons. I like, I can't, I can't, I can't not love this man. He asked the court to allow him to remain in the tombs until he could find someone to take care of his 500 birds.

And the judge was like, all right. This is a better time. I don't care what anyone says. As he was being taken to prison, a crowd of 5,000 gathered to say goodbye. Kid Twist tried to run the Eastmans while Monk was in prison, but he was shot dead on May 14th by Louis the Lump. That's Louis the Lump right there.

Jeez, OK. Who was a five-pointer. They fought over a woman. Paul Kelly was never able to take advantage of Monk being gone, which you would think he would then completely take over. There were two attempts on Kelly's life in 1905. Once he was stabbed in the back, and another time

he was shot three times. Even though he was wounded, he was seen, quote, running down the bowery, hatless, in the direction of the Occidental Hotel. What is his plan? What's wrong with that man, he doesn't have a hat? Yeah, right. That's what everyone's talking about as he's bleeding.

He's been shot three times. The good lord, he doesn't have a hat. Well, hopefully someone shoots him. Oh, good. Someone has. Probably hat-related. Kelly's influence became less and less. Police came under more pressure to crack down on the gangs.

The five-pointer's headquarters was shut down. The gang, they went into decline. They moved from five points to midtown. Kelly went even further uptown to 116th Street and started working as a labor organizer. He became vice president of the Long Shawmonds Association and changed his name back to Paolo Vassarelli.

Sure. He kept one foot in organized crime and one in labor, which is. Well, it's nice to have options. Not very rare. Right, right, yeah, right. These are the guys who started it, these two guys. Monk got out in June 1909.

There was no one waiting for him when he came out of prison. It was just a farmer there who offered him work. All right, you know him, boy. I think you could replace him on a tractor. Hey, you like pigs? Yeah. You got a job. Is there anyone else here?

It's just me. Because when I went in, I was so popular. It just seems like. One bed. What's the deal? You like pigs? I've answered that question. One bed.

For me or for the pigs? All of us. Did people think I was getting out later? No one here but me. Your friend, Pigman. Your name again is? Pigman. Your eyes are open, so that is particularly troubling.

Are you sleeping or? You want a job? Oh my god, you're the pig, aren't you? They told me about guys like you inside. You need a job, don't you? Look, dude, I'm not pig-banging you, OK? No one said anything. I'm not playing Slam Pig.

I've heard about this game. All right, fine. Come on, get in the truck. You could sit up front with Pig Daddy. So he took the job, he reported to a parole office. He took the job? Yeah. So he walks outside and there's a shut up.

He walked outside and there's a fucking farmer waiting for him. The first thing he says is, do you want to come work for me? It's a simpler time. That's just too simple. Also, isn't it good that ex-cons can get jobs? I just, look, I think he needed Zip Recruiter. He didn't need Zip Recruiter. Just a quick, an option, some options.

But he's also on parole and he needs to have a job and report to his parole officers. But Dave, if a guy, Dave, if a dude is just standing out there when you've got, I mean. He's got a pig mask on. Yeah, just, he's part of Anonymous. OK, all right. So he meets a guy, the first guy he meets.

He's like, yeah, yeah, let's go to your farm. And it's up, he has to see his parole officer up state. So it's all, it works. Yeah, no, there's not any problem with this. In September, he went to a hospital for, quote, some internal trouble, which is causing me agony. Moncted? Yeah.

OK. When his clothes were off, the doctor asked him if he had been in a war because of all the scars. Sure. Monct said, yes, a half dozen wars on the Lower East Side. Hey. Hey, I still got the funnies. After his parole was up, he headed to New York.

His pigeons are gone. Sure. His cats are gone. No one wanted to have much to do with him. The old gangsters knew he was, he knew were gone or in jail or dead. OK. Tammany Hall didn't give a shit.

He had no power. Monct started selling opium and then doing opium. Oh, boy. Cops settled old scores by beating him up all the time. People constantly were informing on him, just because people hated him from back in the day would just lie and say shit. Still, he got married again.

OK. She was just 20. He's like 40. OK. The cops cracked down on gangs again because there was another flabber fighting and Monct was a big name for the press. So they arrested him on opium charges and he got eight months.

When he was released, the cops said if he came near New York, they would beat him daily. And who was awaiting outside of the prison when he came? Was it another pig man or was it another option? Was it some guy who's just like, I live up in the mountains and I need a guy to help me count rocks? Well, all right. You're the guy waiting.

Is that a job? Yeah, it's shorter. How does that pay? It pays in rocks. You get to keep all the weird-shaped ones. And the ones that are sphere-shaped, well, they go in the rock bank. How do you live?

How do you make money? We live on rock currency up here in the mountains. You're going to love it. A senior resume, I know you was a pig boy. You're going to make a great fit for the rock bank. Come on up to the hills in the mountains. Live with rocks and me. It'll just be me, you and a bunch of shale.

Oh, OK. Yeah. And by the way, we've got to hold hands. That's part of your job now, too. I used to run a gang, like we used to. Well, I used to paint. We all got used to this. Now come on over here.

Hold my hand. We've got some pebbles to count. And then we're going to put them in the rock vault. You're my best friend. Bet you wish someone else was waiting out here with maybe another option. I wish I had died that time, the time I put my fingers in my tummy.

Yeah, you shouldn't have figured yourself so damn much, silly. Not done that. Now you live in a rock side with me. OK. I feel like I made some mistakes in my life. Well, I did, too. Look at where I am. You think that I'm happy with how I ended up?

I used to be a painter. I used to paint beautiful, beautiful landscapes. But then I broke my hand one day in a bar fight and I couldn't paint no more. So then I went up to the hills and I invented a rock bank. So now it's you, me. And we just work at the Bank of Rock. And come on, this hand ain't going to hold itself, son.

OK. OK, you make sense. That man definitely has a beard, by the way. So he went upstate. He was arrested in Buffalo in 1914. He fled to New York on another charge in 1915. So he goes back to New York to get out of where he was. He gets arrested.

A crowd of 1,000 people came to the train station to see Monk Eastman shipped off upstate. He got two years and 11 months. When he got out, he returned to the Lower East Side, where he was relentlessly harassed by police. World War I was in full swing. And at 43, Monk Eastman volunteered to fight. Whoa, this is, by the way, a guy here, like, yes, for sure.

This is a twist. Yeah. He served in France with Orion's Roughnecks. And in one battle, he was wounded and gassed, but refused treatment and crawled under enemy fire to carry his wounded sergeant to safety. The sergeant said Monk saved his life. Other actions that he did were also considered heroic.

And he was discharged honorably in 1919. When he was asked what he thought of the war, he said, quote, fought the battle in New York. There were lots of dance halls in the Bowery tougher than that so-called great war of theirs. Jesus. Yeah. OK.

Because there's tons of mustard gassing in the Bowery. Is that true? No. OK. Yeah, it was like, yeah. For his crimes, at some point, he had lost his citizenship. OK. At some point, he was just like a habitual criminal,

so they took away his citizenship. When people learned a petition to restore it was started and signed by all his officers and almost every man in his regiment. And Governor Al Smith then restored his rights. And Monk went back to a life of petty crime. Interesting twist for a man. It really felt like we were just hearing

about the comeback story. And then the second that he's kind of back on equal land, he's like, yeah, you know what, I'm going to kill a guy. The day after Christmas, 1920, he was meeting with other men at the Bluebird Cafe in Lower Manhattan around 4 AM. The men got into an argument over money. By the way, any meeting that is happening at 4 AM?

Not great. It's not great. It's drinking. Yeah. Monk and a guy named Jerry Bohan really got into it. They were partners. Bohan was a corrupt prohibition agent. And Bohan left, and Monk followed him out into the street

and accused him of being a thief. Bohan then shot Monk several times with a pistol, and Monk Eastman was dead. Oh, shit. They had a funeral with full military honors. They held a full military procession through the streets of Brooklyn as a crowd of 10,000 watched. He was buried with a full military honors

at Cypress Hills Cemetery. His murderer served three years in prison. His murderer got three years. Paul Kelly died in 1936. Who was in charge of sentencing? Sentencing back then was just like you rolled an eight-sided die? Yeah, but a lot of countries think

rehabilitation is the way to go. Our sentencing is really fucking crazy compared to other countries. Yeah, but the sentencing. They say murder should be more than three years? I guess you could say that my point in, if we were to condense it, would be, yeah, this guy should have gotten more than three years for murder.

But I bet they too can account like, well, two criminals, blah, blah, blah, right? Yeah, but a war hero? A guy who has a procession going down? Would that, I mean? Is he a war hero? Or is he a petty criminal? Or is he a criminal mastermind?

On an all-new monk. Paul Kelly had died in 1936 in natural causes. He just stayed as a crooked labor guy. So those are the boys. Those are the boys. Want to see his funeral procession? Yeah. I want to look at him again, too.

So here they are carrying his casket to the street. Oh, boy. Yes, he's got an American flag on it. You're giving the guy who killed him three years? Here, that's it, look how many people there are. Wow. So, you know, military hero, party boy. I mean, he does look like a party boy.

Can I see that first shot you showed me again? Of the, of him? Of him, his very first picture. Yeah, oh, man. He had some shit, man. Yeah, that face tells some stories. That guy's been in so many fights. Jesus.

All right, so we got our corporate hood stuff. So we're moving forward quickly with plan change 10 and getting the website up. Yes. And exciting things coming on that end, too. Cool. OK. All right, thank you.

Thanks, everybody. Godspeed. God loves. God loves. God bless. Pigs. God bless. God bless.