03x11 - Manchild on the Streets

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MAN: Hey! All right, let's go.
STARSKY: All right, Junior!

Here we go! Over there!

There it is! Okay, give it out.

[ALL YELLING]

Give it here.

Whoa, look at that sh*t!

[YELLING INDISTINCTLY]

Hey, let's go!

This time I got him.

Whoa! Whoa-ho!

HUTCH: All right, come on.

STARSKY: Okay,
here we go. Here we go.

Over there!

[ALL SHOUTING]

♪ Like, what car
can I get today? ♪♪

That one look like a
good car over here.

Ah. If only he left
his keys in there.

Like that. Ooh,
there's one over here.

[CHUCKLES]

A Chevy.

I think I like it,
I like it, I like it!

[LAUGHS]

♪ Ow! I got me a car today ♪♪

Hey! Hey!

[ALL YELLING]

STARSKY: Watch
out for him! Watch out!

HUTCH: The old man's
still got something in him.

The old man's got
something on you.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[CHUCKLING]

[HORN HONKS]

[LAUGHS]

You wait there, my
man. I'll be right back.

How you doing, baby?

Ooh, pick me up a nice...
Hey, I'll eat this one later.

Get me a soda... pop!

[LAUGHING]

Mmm. Ooh! God.

Whoo!

Potato chips.

[CHUCKLING]

Please do not eat in the store.

You talking to a man while
his mouth is full, mama.

[LAUGHING]

Pay for the food
and take it with you!

Did you hear me, young man?

Look, China lady, I got
a piece in my pocket.

A g*n that tells you I gots
the rights to eat anything

anywhere, any time.

[SHOUTING IN JAPANESE]

You crazy!

Take this!

[SHOUTING IN JAPANESE]

[CAR HORN HONKS]

Damn!

[ENGINE BACKFIRES]

God! Jeez!

Turkey got to
fix the carburetor!

Yes, I did, officer.

It is an old car.

Dirty black car.

Maybe a Chevy.

Dented fender. Dented all over.

Bumper hanging.

Where my car?

Wait a minute.

What?

What the hell's it doing...?

STARSKY: Watch out for
him! Watch out over there.

Watch out! Okay!

Whoa! Okay, all
right. Okay, Junior.

STARSKY: Okay, Junior. Do
your damage! Do your damage!

MAN: Watch out for
him! Watch out over there.

MAN : Watch out. Okay!

Okay, all right. Okay, Junior!

All right, okay, Junior!

Here we go! Over there!

Over there! There
it is! Okay, Junior!

HUTCH: Ah, Junior!

You did it again.

STARSKY: Okay, Junior. Come on!

Hey!

All right, all right, all right!

HUTCH: Okay, if it hadn't
have been for young blood here,

you guys wouldn't
have had a chance.

STARSKY: Yeah?

MRS. WALTERS:
All right, you guys.

My pie is hot and
your ice cream's cold.

STARSKY: Well, we hear
you, Mrs. W. We're on our way.

Come on, Junior.
Winners get the pickings.

Come on, Jackson. You hang
back, there won't be any pie left.

Come on. Wait a minute, Hutch.

What's that?

It fell out of Junior's pocket.

You going to ask him about it?

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

JUNIOR: Grandma says come
in now if y'all want some pie.

Hey, where's my
chocolate ice cream?

Junior, get the
chocolate ice cream.

Chocolate ice cream?

The man wants
chocolate ice cream

with his blueberry pie.

STARSKY: The man is gonna
have chocolate ice cream.

Ivory soap, huh? Not bad.

MRS. WALTERS: Why don't
you learn to wash in the bathroom?

STARSKY: Because there are
no pretty ladies in the bathroom.

HUTCH: Hey, I hear the best
blueberry pie in this country

is made in these parts.

Hi, Mama. You need any help?

No, I'm all right. Who
is the lovely lady?

STARSKY: She ain't
no lady. She's an intern.

Jackson, want me to iron that?

It's all right, Mama.

Sammie rents our spare room.

Hi, Sammie. I'm Hutch.

Hi. How are you doing?

When she becomes
a full-fledged doctor,

she'll probably be
moving out of here.

I'm not going any place,

not as long as you keep
making this homemade pie.

Well, you gonna be here
for a long time, honey.

[LAUGHTER]

Well, I'll see you all later.

Where are you going, Junior?

Out.

Out where?

On the street, man. Where else?

Don't you "man" me.

Now, I got to go to
work in minutes.

I don't want to
be driving no bus,

worrying about what
you're doing on them streets.

I'm just hanging
out. It's not a big deal.

Well, maybe these are!

They fell out of your pocket

when you were
playing basketball.

Jackson, now's not the time.

They ain't nothing anyhow.

Okay, then you won't
mind if Dr. Mason here

takes them to the hospital
and has them analyzed.

Huh? Damn, do what you wanna do!

Junior! Jackson.

Let me try.

Hey, Junior.

Hey, wait a second.

What's going on?

Nothing.

You into popping pills?

Are you asking me as a cop?

Hey, come on. I'm your friend

Some of the guys on the
street laid some pills on me

and all you dudes are
making a big thing out of it.

If you ask my father,

he would have you think
I'm some major criminal.

Don't be dumb. He just
doesn't want you to hurt yourself.

Don't talk to me like
I'm some stupid little kid.

I can handle myself.

I've been on the street
ever since Mama d*ed,

and I can take care of my life.

Hey.

Don't grow up too fast.

You get to him at all?

Didn't feel like it.

Ever since they
put me on night shift

he's been roaming the streets.

Grandma tries, but...

[CAR HORN HONKS]

That's my ride.

If he doesn't get
that bumper fixed,

some traffic cop's
gonna ticket him.

Yeah, I'll tell him.

Starsk?

Look, if you can do anything
to help, Junior digs you.

Yeah.

[HONKING HORN] Come on, man.

Thanks.

Hey, Dewey.

What's that, man?

Good bourbon, man.
What else? Want a taste?

Dewey, I'm not
driving with you today.

Ah, cool it, man. I ain't drunk.

Just trying to k*ll a cold.

You know something, Jackson?

This car been messing
up real... Real funny, man.

Rolls down the street,
brakes messing up.

You know what else?

Smells like you made
the booze in here too.

It kills the germs.

Black Chevy, dented fender...

hanging bumper!

That's the grocery
store rip-off.

That's it. This is
Apple Three-Zero-Four.

Spotted vehicle
fitting description

of in grocery store.

Black, dented fender,
hanging bumper.

Proceeding down
Hawthorn and, uh...

What's the cross street?
Fourteenth coming up.

Fourteenth cross street.

WOMAN [ON RADIO]:
Matches description.

Apprehend with
caution. Will send assist.

Here comes my
first commendation.

[SIREN WAILING]

Oh, damn, one more ticket
and booze on my breath

and they're gonna
put me in the slammer.

What's he doing?

They're trying to
outrun us in that heap!

We got the right guy!

This is Apple Three-Zero-Four
in pursuit of a ' black Chevy,

suspect of a grocery store,

northbound, th Street
and Cruger Avenue.

They are making a run for it.

JACKSON: Dewey, what
are you doing, man? Pull over!

I know the turf,
man. Just hang on.

We gonna cut through
Mission Alley and lose them.

Do you want us to analyze
those pills or do you want to?

No, I'll do it.

Can we give you a lift,
ma'am? Or is it "doctor"?

Sammie, and the
hospital's only blocks.

I really don't mind the walk.

But you can't stand
to leave us, right?

WOMAN [ON RADIO]:
All units, all units.

Apple Three-Zero-Four
in pursuit,

northbound on th
Street, Cruger Avenue.

Suspect vehicle is a '
Chevy, hanging bumper...

That's the car Jackson got in.

You all take care!

Hurry back.

HUTCH: This is Zebra Three.

We are in the vicinity and
on our way for an assist.

SAMMIE: I can still walk.

HUTCH: You may
be needed, doctor.

[SIREN WAILING]

[ATTEMPTING TO RESTART ENGINE]

It's dead.

Hey, man, cops are here.

Come on, Dewey, give it up, man!

No, man, let's go.

Halt! Police!

Stop or I'll sh**t!

Dewey!

Dewey! Stop!

Dewey!

Don't sh**t!

[SIREN WAILING]

[INDISTINCT POLICE
RADIO CHATTER]

[SIRENS WAILING]

STARSKY: Get an
ambulance. Get an ambulance!

DEWEY: He sh*t
him. He sh*t my buddy!

HUTCH: It's all right.

He sh*t my buddy!

He sh*t my buddy!

Easy, man. Easy, man.

SAMMIE: Come on, come on.

You're gonna be okay now.

Come on, you're gonna be okay.

JACKSON: Some of your people...

Man...

some of your people, they...

they got a quick finger.

Starsk? Yeah, I'm right here.

I'm right here.

Starsky...

I-I wasn't doing anything.

I know. Relax.

He sh*t me.

Breathe, breathe.
Come on, breathe deep.

[INHALING SHARPLY]

I'll do what I can, but he
needs a surgeon in a hospital,

not an intern on the street.

Ambulance on the way.

Shh, shh.

Tell me about it.

Well, he, uh...

You didn't see it.

Well, he's the guy.

You heard about the
in the grocery store?

Yeah. Well, that's the guy.

We spotted him, we
tried to get him to pull over,

but he made a run for it.

But, uh, we got him.

I ain't ripped off nothing.

Shut up. Hey, easy.

Go ahead.

Well, we were in pursuit.

They tried to outrun
us in that heap.

They did pretty good too.

STARSKY: What
are you talking about?

Well, I mean, if
you're not guilty,

you don't run away, right?

Well, we spotted him,

we called it in,
and it's my collar.

Your collar?

You sh*t a man. Why?

They were running away.

Don't use your g*n unless
your life is threatened.

Even a rookie knows that.

Hey, look. I warned him.

Now, he was a fleeing felon.

And this guy over here,
the guy on the ground,

well, he came at me, he was
threatening my life, all right?

Who was threatening your life?

He was. The guy over
there on the ground.

His name's Jackson Walters.

All right. He... He came at me.

He... He was threatening
me. I-I assumed he was armed.

You assumed he was
armed, so you sh*t him.

Yeah.

He's lying. I saw it all.

He was gonna
sh**t that man there,

and his friend jumped in between
them shouting, "Don't sh**t!"

And that was all.

He wasn't threatening nothing!

Is she telling the truth?

The n*gg*r's lying.

[SIREN WAILING]

Ambulance. You, you wait here.

STARSKY: Get
his feet. Here we go.

Here we go. All right.

And up. Here we go.

[SIREN WAILS]

He's a rookie with a dirty mouth
and a nervous trigger finger.

Looks like there are
a few witnesses here

who feel the same way.

You gonna k*ll him too?

No, ma'am.

Just going to take him
down to the precinct.

He'll be treated fairly.

ROOKIE: Hey, he's my co...

STARSKY: We'll take him in.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

What's your name, anyhow?

Andrews. Andrews?

Raymond T.

Oh.

Well, you take your Raymond
T. Down to headquarters

and you report to Captain Dobey.

And we'll meet you there.

Move.

Do you need a witness?

My name is Vivian Fellers.

And even if you
don't need a witness,

you're gonna hear
from me anyhow.

How do you spell
that? Thank you.

How do you spell that?

Fellers. F-E-L-L-E-R-S.

Vivian? Uh-huh.

Are you listed? Yes.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

[POLICE CAR HORN HONKS]

[HORN HONKS]

He was unarmed.

Now, Andrews is a nervous
rookie who's a closet bigot.

Are you trying to tell me
about a bigot, Hutchinson?

Captain, unless
Andrews is suspended,

and I mean publicly, in
the press and on the tube,

you are gonna have
trouble on the streets.

I've taken Andrews off duty,

and he won't be back until

Internal Affairs clears
him or otherwise.

And I'm not calling
a press conference.

Captain, we know Jackson.

He wasn't threatening
anybody's life.

Did you see it?

We have witnesses.

Did you see it?

No, we didn't see it, but...

But my backside.

Now, you listen.

Andrews is not the
first bigot I've run into

and he won't be the last.

Just because he's a fool, I'm
not gonna hang him out to dry.

He was unarmed.

After Internal Affairs

puts their findings on my desk

and I do what I have to do
without a second thought,

I'm not going to throw
that cop to the lions.

The operation's
finished. We got the b*llet.

And?

He's in critical condition.

We don't know if he'll make it.

But you got the b*llet?

Yeah.

His... His insides are all
torn out. They're shattered.

It's not a matter of, um...

Look, we just... We don't
know if he's going to make it.

You think we should
call Mrs. Walters?

She's still at choir rehearsal.

Why don't we just wait until we
know what's going to happen?

[SOBS]

[SOBBING]

Oh, Starsk.

Jackson's dead.

Oh, my God.

I...

I think...

Maybe we'd better go home.

Okay?

Okay.

I want to talk to Andrews and...

Clayborne and a few witnesses.

Hey, uh...

if you'd rather go up to
your room and be alone,

I think I can handle it.

No. I'm part of the
family too, you know.

MRS. WALTERS:
Is that you, Jackson?

Who are you talking
to this time of morning?

How come you so late?

My bacon's burning and
my biscuits are browning.

David!

What you doing here
this time of morning?

You two been out on the town?

Come on in.

Jackson's due here
any minute now.

I thought you was
working late at the hospital

last night, Sammie.

I've been fixing
Walter's breakfast

since he's been
on that night shift.

I don't know why he is so
late this morning, though.

Well, sit and eat.

You all sit and
eat. Coffee's fresh.

I think maybe you'd
better sit down.

Now, since when does
the guest start telling...

Oh, my God.

Something's happened.

Junior's out
delivering his papers.

He hasn't had an
accident, has he?

No.

It's Jackson...

His bus crashed.
He's had an accident.

Ever since he's been
on that night shift...

Where is he?

Is he in the hospital?
Is he all right?

Oh...

Well, talk to me, David.
Don't just stare into space.

Jack...

Oh, my God.

Jackson's dead, Mrs. Walters.

My son is dead?

Mama.

MRS. WALTERS:
How can that be, David?

How can that be?

The cop... Andrews...

he thought he was
threatening his life.

So he sh*t him.

MRS. WALTERS: He k*lled my son.

Jackson never threatened nobody.

That wasn't his nature.

[SHOUTING] Here's Daddy's paper!

Junior!

Junior!

[DOG BARKING]

Junior!

STARSKY: Junior!

Junior!

Junior, hold up.

It was an accident.

Junior, it was an accident.

Is that the way it went down?

A cop k*lled Daddy?

Yeah.

Who?

Who? Who?

What difference does it
make what his name is?

I bet it was a
pasty-faced white man

and he pulled out his piece
and sh*t my daddy dead.

Isn't that right?

No matter how I describe it, it
ain't gonna come down good.

I think you can
handle this, kid.

I think that you can be the man
your father wanted you to be.

Junior.

Junior?

My name's not Junior.

My father's dead.

My name's Jackson.

Jackson Walters.

I think that your grandma could
use some comfort right now.

Do you know how to make
a black mother comfortable

after a white cop just
sh*t her black son?

Period.

Now, then, Mrs. Fellers,
if you think that's correct,

would you sign right here?

Don't rush me.

Mm-hm.

Mm-hm. That's how it happened.

Are you going to file
this away or what?

Uh, no, ma'am.

This is going to be used as...

testimony in the investigation.

Used? In what way?

Well, Mrs. Fellers,
we're not all bad guys.

Well, you got to prove it by me.

I'm going to try.

I want to see you in my
office a minute, Hutchinson.

Are you his captain?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, I guess you heard

about that white
cop k*lling a brother.

Well, aren't you going to
take his g*n away from him?

The man has been suspended

until the conclusion
of this investigation.

Oh, is that fancy talk

for saying that he'll
be back on the streets

when everything quiets down...

brother?

It means exactly what it says...

sister.

What it is!

All right.

Five ball in the side, Bobby.

[LAUGHING]

Right on.

What you doing here, Strokes?

I didn't know they let
n*gg*r*s out of jail nowadays.

[LAUGHING]

On the account, Train.

On account you
pay for it or eat it.

Ooh, you a hard man.

But you got it.

[DROPS COINS ON COUNTER]

Hey, Junior.

It's on the streets
about your daddy.

Tough break.

Yeah.

I hear tell it the
man just b*rned him.

Cold sh*t.

Mm-hm.

Well, anything I can do, bro,

count on Maurice.

MAURICE: Now, if
there's any blood in here

interested in a
game of straight pool,

that's calling it where
it goes and when,

just call on Maurice,

and make sure you have a
dollar or two on the open side.

Uh, Maurice.

Yeah, Junior?

Um...

would you lend me some money?

Hey, Junior, you
know I'd be glad to,

especially now
in your situation,

but you caught me on a bad day.

I'm short myself.

Yeah, okay.

Back it up, Bobby.

You really need the money bad?

I wanna split.

From where? School? What?

The whole thing. I just don't
want to be in this city no more.

Then you really do need
the bread, young blood.

Yeah.

Well, I know how to get it.

If you got the heart.

What do you mean?

It ain't exactly legal.

If we ain't cool,

we just might run into the
same dude who did your daddy.

I can take the weight.

I believe you can, Junior.

Name's Jackson now.

Okay, Jackson.

You got it.

Now, here's what's going down.

You know that chick that
rents a room from y'all?

Mm-hm. Works in the hospital.

Yeah.

Well, I've been there one time

and I saw that little pretty go
into a room marked "Pharmacy."

It's cold.

If he misses his
daddy's funeral tomorrow,

he'll never forgive himself.

Okay, I'll try.

You gonna be all right?

Somebody once told me

God don't give you no
more than you can handle.

I can handle it.

Mama?

Now, dig this. You walk
me out to the basement...

Maurice, what if
somebody stops us?

Well, tell them we're the
night shift for the laundry.

Only brothers and Chicanos
work down there anyhow.

Maurice, if they stop
us, they're gonna know...

Hey, brother, all you
got to do is play patient,

and I'm the orderly.

[SIGHS]

I didn't see Junior,

but who else would come
in here and take the keys?

The money's still in there.

The keys fit what?

My car, the front door...

the interns' lounge,
the pharmacy...

Bingo.

That's where the
goodies are kept, right?

You don't mean uppers...

And downers. Anything that
sells for a price on the street.

But you can't tell me
Junior's into dealing...

Somebody laid
those pills on him.

When your daddy dies, it's
awful hard to see straight.

I'm just about to lock
up. What did you want?

Oh, I was looking
for, uh, uh, uh, uh...

Dr. Mason. Sammie Mason.

She's not due for
another two hours.

Right. Thanks.

MAURICE: I told you
she'll come to your room

if you'll just be
patient, patient.

[WHISPERING] Maurice!
[WHISPERING] What?

What am I supposed to take?

Take... Take everything.
We'll sort it out later.

It's a hospital rule.

If the keys to the
pharmacy are lost or stolen,

I have to report it immediately.

Later.

I'm an intern,
Starsk. I'm vulnerable.

I could lose my
license permanently.

Okay, here's the choice.

If you don't say anything,
we may save the kid from jail.

Some way.

You blow the whistle,
we gotta bust Junior.

We gotta act like cops.

You don't give me
much of a choice, do you?

I was hoping you'd say that.

Maurice! We got
enough. Let's go.

We only got enough
when it's enough, bro.

Keep chucking.

Let's go.

Wait, wait! Uh, um, listen.

The door to the
pharmacy is always locked.

How are we gonna get in there
without asking a supervisor?

Well, if Junior and
company did break in,

five'll get you they didn't
stop to lock up from the inside.

You play chickie. What?

You just stand outside here.
Make sure nobody comes in.

Yeah, but what
about the doctors?

Sometimes they gotta get in too.

Someone comes,
you give us a warning.

Here, man. Put
this under your robe.

I got a g*n in my pocket,
mister, so if I were you...

They ain't doctors.
They're cops.

It figures. I'll blow her
out, man, so give me room.

Get the pills, Junior!

Don't.

Come on, man. Let's move!

Don't mess up your life, Junior.

MAURICE: What do you gonna do?

k*ll him like you
k*lled his old man?

Get the pills, Junior!

Don't move, whitey, or I'll
blow a hole through her side.

Maurice, don't hurt Sammie.
She didn't do anything.

Get the pills, turkey. Come on!

Come on, Junior, if you don't
want your sweetie to get hurt.

He's got no g*n.

A man do what he gotta do.

Well, Jackson, since
everything was recovered,

the hospital has decided
not to press charges.

That lets you off.

I'm afraid your friend Maurice

will have to stand trial for
the grocery store holdup.

What about the cop
who sh*t my father?

He's been suspended
without pay for days.

And after days?

He'll have a right to appeal

and the board will
examine his case.

That's jive.

It doesn't sit well
with me either, son.

But no one said the
world was perfect.

Junior...

Hutch and I are going
to your father's funeral.

Because we loved him.

He loved you too.

That's what
funerals are all about.

Paying some respect to love.

Now, are you coming,

or aren't you?

Yes.

[♪♪♪]