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I don't know how to describe Jerry Jacobson.

Jerry had a way about him.

You're either gonna love him or are gonna hate him. There's no in-between.

He can snap in a millisecond, and you don't even know why he snapped.

My kids did not get along with him.

He laid hands on them more times than I knew about.

Jerry Jacobson was actually my stepfather.

He was prone to have a short fuse and a pretty bad temper.

The most vivid memory I have, we're in the basement.

I can't remember what the issue was. It seemed insignificant to me at the time.

And Jerry just kind of lost it.

He picked my brother up by the head and was bouncing his head off the wall.

And I was in the room more scared and hoping it didn't turn towards me,

'cause I didn't understand it at the time.

I stepped in between them,

and I told Michael, my oldest one, to run out the front door.

And I remember yelling out the front window, "Just run, Michael, run."

And Michael was like nine at the time.

That was the reason we split up.

We didn't communicate after we split up.

I was still a cop, but he would show up on my police calls.

All of a sudden I looked around and there he is.

Nobody knew how he knew where my police calls were.

He was just there.

He made people afraid of him.

He had a .45, 'cause that's what we carried in Hollywood,

and was trading gun parts. And he told me this himself,

because he was gonna shoot me and then put his gun back together

so that if they ran ballistics on it,

it wouldn't show that the bullet came from that gun.

He's a bad man, okay?

And I know what he had my husband do.

My husband pointed a shotgun at somebody's head

by the order of Jerome Jacobson to collect some money.

And that's not the first time.

He is not some sweet, little old man sick. He's a freaking gangster.

Gangster. And I'm not afraid if he's got a bullet with my name on it.

We all got to go some time.

There was a rumor going around that it could have been a possible hit

to get my brother out of the situation.

- Could it have been? - I don't know.

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I was pushed against the wall covered in blood.

I remember looking this way, and there was a policeman and a fireman there.

And I said, "Give me Frankie, my son."

Jerry had just taken Frankie out of the car seat

so he could lay down to take a nap 'cause he was getting cranky.

They said, "Mrs. Colombo, stay still. We'll cut you out with a Jaws of Life."

I said, "That's my son."

And as soon as they cut me out and took me out,

the pain just went all through my body, and I just screamed.

And I could look over, and I saw my son sucking a lollipop.

So I knew he was okay.

Jerry actually crawled out of the car with no blood on him.

The telephone rings. "Oh, hey, Jerry. How are you?"

"Oh, I'm okay. We got into an accident. We're being airlifted to the hospital."

I said, "Are you sure you're alright?" And he said, "Yeah, I'm fine,"

like nothing at all was wrong.

I got the call at work, and raced up there to the hospital.

He was in ICU, and they had him hooked up to all these machines.

And Robin had I think, five to six stitches on top of her head.

She had cut her head.

Frankie's arm was broken, and he had, I think, a bump on his nose.

Most of the force of the truck hit the passenger's door.

But it seemed like he was gonna be okay which was odd because he's in ICU.

My brother said he had 15 or 20 thousand dollars in the glove box,

and then a couple hundred thousand dollars in a suitcase

in Robin's mom and dad's home in Jacksonville

and told me, "Take care of that one."

So we went to the junkyard, and there was nothing in there.

Everything was gone.

And the money in the house disappeared.

Everyone claims that it was never there.

Jerry would not tell me that he had money at the house if he didn't.

So then I took it upon myself to go to his house.

He made a little detour.

I made a little detour without anyone knowing, and made some things disappear

because I knew things were getting really ugly.

I got a couple of items out of his freezer.

He had about four, five tickets.

Not sure if Robin knew they were in there or not,

but I didn't want Robin to have access to those tickets.

I was not sure if the accident was an accident.

Was it a setup? We didn't know.

It could have been a hit.

I really believe that.

I don't have any proof of that, but I'm thinking something went wrong.

And I was feeling it and I got that impression,

because Jerry was getting a little on edge,

'cause the pressure was on him from someone. You know what I mean?

Something was different.

Being a big guy, when they put him into ICU,

they didn't realize he had internal damage.

So they were treating him for his broken leg,

and they didn't catch the internal damage that he had.

When they caught it, they realized his lung collapsed, his ribs were broken.

Up to that time, he was joking.

It was lighthearted. He did not seem like he was in shock.

Even till this day, I'm astonished.

Astonished that the man was actively dying.

He was in and out of consciousness.

He had a ventilator, he wasn't able to talk. They had him on these machines.

Robin literally came a couple of times to visit, and that was pretty much it.

The only thing Robin was always worried about was, "I got to get to the house."

My sister-in-law

didn't give a rat's ass about my brother while he was in the hospital.

One of the reasons why Robin didn't come around though, also,

there was a fight.

Jerry's mother basically, "You did this on purpose. You did this."

Her swearing up and down, "I didn't do it on purpose. I didn't set this up."

If it was in fact, and if there was any proof she was involved with that...

- She wouldn't be here right now. - I can guarantee you.

The last few days, it was me, my brother, my mom, and dad.

And the last words that he said, he mouthed them to my mom,

"Happy Mothers' Day." 'Cause it was Mothers' Day.

And once that happened, his body just started shutting down little by little.

There was nothing that no one can do.

And the last couple hours, everyone was in the waiting room, but I was like,

"I'm not gonna leave my brother's side and leave him in the room by himself."

So I stood there. I sat next to him. I kept talking to him.

Till this day, I don't know if he heard me or not, but I held his hand

and I stayed there until the last monitor went down.

Till this day, I don't regret it because he didn't die by himself.

I made sure that I was there. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Usually, I don't cry.

I couldn't let him sit there by himself. I couldn't do it.

I stayed there with him.

Hardest thing I've ever done in my life but the best thing I've ever done too.

He always wanted his son, Francesco, to be in karate, and this and that.

And I promised him I was gonna help take care of him.

"I'm gonna look over your son, make sure he grows up to be a good kid."

And I promised him that he'd be okay.

"It's okay. I'll take care of him. I'll watch over him."

And if he was hearing me, I just want him to know that

the one thing he really cared about was his son.

And that was it. I just want to be sure that he knew.

His heart stopped

because he didn't react to the medication.

Were you there?

No, I wasn't actually at the hospital because I was...

I really didn't think he was gonna die. You don't think it.

It was early in the morning. My mother got the call.

And she told me, and I just lost it.

Yeah.

It was so horrific.

And that was that. So I had the guilt of driving,

the guilt of losing my husband, and my son losing his father.

It was just too much to bear.

My name is Francesco Gennaro Colombo. Named after Gennaro Colombo.

And that was my dad, Jerry, who was being...

Everybody's talking about him now 'cause in the 90s he's

one of the guys who ran the McDonald's Monopoly scam.

So I'm his son.

Give daddy a punch. Give daddy a karate kick.

That's no good.

When he got in the accident, three days before my birthday, I was two.

I was in the backseat.

And one thing that always stood out for me

is my mom said that my dad took me out of the car seat.

Minutes later, we got in the accident, and that car seat was crushed.

So if they wouldn't have done that then I wouldn't be here right now.

My grandma, my nana, she showed me a picture of the accident.

I believe I was like nine or ten. And that traumatized me.

It's not something a kid should see.

Especially if that's the car their dad was in, and that's why he's dead.

There you go.

There you go. All right.

My whole life, I've always known that there was something missing.

And I always felt that that was my dad.

And then the moment that she came into my life, it was instantly filled.

Since I didn't know him, I felt like he didn't know me.

But now that I have a kid, I... So much happened in this first year.

I guess this one. You like this?

I'm sitting there playing with her, and... Every day I think about my dad.

I promised my brother that I was gonna help take care of his son, Francesco.

But there was a lot of things back then that happened.

There was a fight over custody of Francesco.

My family didn't want us to be any part of Francesco's life whatsoever.

We were both devastated.

Last I heard, he's had a baby and so forth and so on. I wish him the best.

I want him to know that we desperately did try to be part of his life.

My dad, honestly, I don't have physical memories of him,

but I have a lot of memories from seeing home videos.

- Say, "Hi. I'm Frankie." - Frankie.

Laugh. Oh, say Frank, "I don't feel good." Be sad.

That's who I remember.

I don't see this mobster guy who did all these things. I just see my dad.

Before I knew it, he was gone.

I just didn't even know what to think anymore.

I wasn't thinking about the money. I was just thinking,

"Oh, my God. What am I going to do? What am I gonna do?"

I don't have anyone to talk to. I don't have anyone to go to. It's just me.

After my brother passed away, a week and a half afterwards,

everything was gone in his house.

All of the antiques. All of the furniture.

He had Mickey Mantle cards, Babe Ruth cards.

He had so many things in that house. Everything disappeared.

And Robin claimed that, "Oh, we got robbed while we were in the hospital."

Really?