03x04 - Sweeter Than Life

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Stand here.

Take a nice family picture.

Johnny.

Come on, Johnny.

Come on, Ma.

I don't want to have my picture torn.

Come on.

Come on.

Come here.

Get up and dance.

Right there.

OK, wait a second.

Smile.

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Keep the family and everybody in there.

OK, let's get those brownie whites, Joan.

Big smile.

That's it.

Big smile.

All right.

All right.

Smile.

That's it.

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Come on in, Don.

It's a birthday party for my uncle.

Eat something.

Oh, no, Johnny.

I'm putting down our food now.

Look, I'm a little strung out.

And I need to get high.

Do you have any bread?

No way.

I'm tapped.

And the house money went on this party.

Well, let's hit the streets.

We can scrounge up something.

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I'll get my jacket.

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Where are we going to score any money?

There's nothing happening out here.

No sweat, man.

What are you crazy?

That's my uncle's camera.

He's a cop, a lieutenant.

So what?

We already got it.

We can't take it back.

So I might as well use it for a buy.

Nobody saw me.

And in that man's house,
they won't even remember.

John, you want to get high, or you
want to take a dumb pictures with this?

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I'll give you a couple of $2 bags worth.

It cost my mom $79.

I was with her when she bought it.

Sell it back to her?

Be fair, Robles.

You got to give us at least 20 for it.

Give me these two nickel bags.

That's it.

Take it or leave it.

But it's worth more.

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We'll take it.

It ain't right, but we need the stuff.

Sure you do, baby.

Sure you do.

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I took the whole bag.

Feet are still on the ground.

I'm up pretty high.

Johnny.

We took the stuff because we had to.

But we-- we ought to go back.

Get even.

Are you crazy?

I'm not going back and hassle him.

He's our connection.

No, I-- I don't mean that.

I mean, uh, you know,
just do a little job on this--.

this candy store after it closes.

It's easy, man.

He-- he's got it coming.

Bust in?

No robbing.

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Why not?

He robbed us.

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All right, all right.

I had a good week, good
week, right down the line.

Well, good.

I'm glad to hear it.

What's-- what's wrong with him?

Are you nuts?

The store ain't empty.

He's in there with Wilson, the Shylock.

Wilson, you mean the
guy who works down at 9th?

The smart money guy?

What's Wilson doing in there with him?

What do I know?

Let's get out of here.

Come here.

I just got in a new shipment.

Huh?

One ounce, good stuff.

It's $800.

Weigh it.

Yeah, I know I don't have to weigh it,

but, uh, you got to wait a
couple of days for the bread.

I got everything tied up in other goods.

What other goods?

What are you talking about?

You know, goods.

Hot stuff.

I don't want to hear all this.

Give me the bread or
give me back the package.

You got to give me a
few days to sell it off.

I'll have all the cash I need.

I got 3,000 or 4,000 in this room.

What are you trying to
do, start a trading post?

You pay cash for dr*gs.

Green, not goods.

I'll give you interest on your money.

I'll give you a hundred Vic for two days.

You're a pusher.

I don't mix my business.

I only lend to legit people.

Hey, hey, no, don't.

No, don't, please, don't.

Don't, please.

I need it.

You put me out of business.

Shh, shh.

[g*nsh*t]

What happened? I heard that cannon go off.

He came at me.

Blown away.

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They must have seen the whole thing.

You know?

The one with the army hat.

I know, but he's just a kid.

Not no more, he ain't.

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So who gloved your camera?

What do I know?

You know, maybe my
sister took it back for a refund.

Come to think of it, I don't
think she ever liked me as a kid.

Well, maybe it's hard
to like kids without girls.

Oh, really?

I never saw this.

Uh-huh.

[Phone rings]

Lieutenant Kojak.

Lieutenant, I think we
just found your camera.

Ah.

[Siren]

Lieutenant, I checked
this serial number out

for the manufacturer to
Traynor's Photo Store.

And they said they sold it
to your sister six days ago.

It's an awful lot of traveling.

You think it belonged
to a Japanese tourist?

And the dead guy is Neil Robles.

He must be a fence.

If you see it, it's stolen.

And your camera was in his
hand when they found him.

Who found him?

The guy who delivers sodas.

The joint was locked.

He looks in the window in the
back, sees the body, calls 911.

Emergency service broke in.

The inner bolts, they weren't locked?

No, and there's no
sign of a prior break-in.

It was probably a customer
trying to sell him something.

With the door locked on his way out.

I guess he could have
been trying to sell him this.

And there was you, me, Costa and Johnny.

And your friends.

The eaters and the girl watcher.

Why didn't you tell us last
night the camera was missing?

Because it wasn't that
important last night.

How about that kid who
came through the door?

The one with the funny army hat?

I don't remember when he had
it, Roy, but it sounds like Donnie.

He's Johnny's friend.

Oh.

Where is Johnny, anyway?

I might as well ask him that.

I'm here.

He's not home now.

He'll be here later.

I have a little time, Mary.

I'll wait for him.

Look, it might be very late.

He's looking for a job.

What does he need a job for?

He's in high school. He's a senior.

What is it? You need money or something?

No.

I don't need the money.

He quit school.

He doesn't listen to me anymore, Theo.

He doesn't come home.

He doesn't listen to me or Connie.

He just doesn't come home, sometimes
overnight, sometimes two nights.

When I ask him, he doesn't answer.

I don't know what to do.

I just don't know what to do.

He didn't come home last night, either.

Why didn't you tell me all this before?

I didn't want to bother you.

You got your own problems.
You don't need mine.

Hey, maybe I don't need them,
Mary, but are we family or not?

Look, if he doesn't listen to his
mother, is he going to listen to his uncle?

He's not home and hasn't been
home, and he's under 18 years of age.

That means he's missing.

And that's how he's going to be reported.
A missing person, for now.

But I'm hungry.

And we ain't got no money.

And I can't go home because
we clipped the camera.

Yeah. Me neither.

Besides, how do we know
that Wilson ain't looking for us?

Oh, I forgot about him for a minute.

Man. Man.

We ain't got no place to go.

We got to get away to someplace.

We need some money, Johnny.
Do you know anybody?

Who'd lend us money? A bank?

The Shylocks won't even give us no money.

Besides, the only Shy we know is Wilson.

Want to go ask him?

Why not?

He's the only guy that can't refuse us.

We could get a couple hundred
dollars, maybe three or four.

You're crazy.

Wilson ain't no guy to fool around with.

He already blew away Robles.

He'll give us the money.

He's got no choice.

We've seen him do it.

Didn't we, Johnny?

Let's go, man.

Everything's going our way.

Staying around. They got to be stashed.

Nobody's seen them.

Maybe the cops caught them.

If the cops had them, they'd
have been looking for me by now.

Well, they still ain't around.

They're around.

You get your own police force. Use them.

Get together a bunch of two-dollar bags.
Pass them out to the junkies.

They'll find them for us.

We ever pushed no-drug street level before?

Listen, Davis. Want those kids found?

Dare to rely if it don't
make no difference.

Because that's how they're
going to end up anyhow.

Get out there and buy us some help.

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That Robles was nothing
more than a penny-ante fence.

Oh, yeah. Maybe he used to push
a little 2% low-grade street garbage.

My camera's ripped off.
My nephew's missing.

My camera winds up in the
arms of a homicide victim.

So what?

Even if the kid did grab your camera,
we don't know he dumped it on Robles.

Are you figuring Johnny got in a beef with
Robles over the camera and then sh*t him?

No. No, this kid's no k*ller.

I used to slip him
quarters when he was a kid.

Uncle Theo.

He was this big.

Always smiling.

Uh-huh.

Theo.

You're too close to this.

Now you go home. You grab a shower.

You take the day off.
I'll call you if anything breaks.

Hey, I can always get a
couple hours sleep a year.

You do it home.
Besides, you'll be in my way.

I'll be using your office to run this case.

Out.

-Stavros, Rizzo. -Yes, sir.



I want you to hit
the streets. Take the

night-duty men with
you. I'll handle the phones.

Pick up any information you
can on Robles and two kids.

You buy the information. If you have to,
I'll get the money back from downtown.

-Yes, sir. -And call me if anything breaks.

Yes, sir.

Okay. Let's go.

We want to see Wilson.

Me and my buddy, we know he's watching us.

We saw it. We saw the candy man get k*lled.

Whoa, easy, easy, easy.

No, no trouble. Honest.
Maybe just a little...

Some bread and maybe
some of that happy

stuff. You know, just
enough to get straight.

What are you talking about?

Four hundred bucks and some
smack and we go to the cops on Wilson.

Hey, man. Don't get sore, Tye.
Come over here.

Listen.

It sounds like a fair deal to me, but
I got to speak to Wilson first. Okay?

Well, how will it be, man?
You know we can't wait around forever.

Well, here we go.

Here's my good faith, all right?

Here's 20.

And a couple of deuces to help you out.
Okay?

You and your friend, you can meet
me at the Angel at 12 o'clock tonight.

Now, don't sweat it, baby.
We'll make a deal.

Wilson's really a good guy. Okay?

Okay.

It's a score.

Two hundred and some white stuff.
They're scared.

But not scared enough to go to the cops.

We got a couple of ounces
of uncut stuff, ain't we?

Just about.

Then leave it pure.

Make up a couple of hot sh*ts.

They sh**t it up and they overdose.

su1c1de, except we supplied the g*n.

Relax, kid.

As long as you came
to me first, I got no beef.

Yeah, well, my buddy's
waiting outside, and

if I don't come out,
he's going to the police.

He'll really do it. I mean it.

Take it easy.

Don't get excited.

I don't blame you for trying
to make a score, Harvey.

I've probably done the same thing myself.

Yeah, well, I'm just trying
to keep straight, you know?

Sure I do.

Who'd know better than me?

I pulled a few hustles in my day also.

Here's

three hundred.

It's all the cash I can spare right now.

When Dave is here, he'll
give you a couple of bags.

A little more than make up the difference.

Let's check them out.

Hey, come here. I want to talk to you.

Get over here.

Now walk.

Don't hit me. My uncle's a cop.

Put your hands up.

Maxwell, my detective who picked
them up, he just wanted to check them out.

They took off.

Well, he was able to hold on to this
mouth with your nephew attached.

He used your name, so I
figured I'd give you a courtesy call.

Lieutenant to lieutenant.

Thank you, Donovan. I appreciate it.

Uh, Kojak.

I, uh...

I don't know if you
know this or not, but, uh...

Your, uh...
Your nephew ain't exactly straight.

He's a junkie.

You cut my camera?

No, Uncle Theo.

Honest.

Just got lost, huh?

When'd you start using dr*gs?

Last summer.

But just once in a while.

Why?

I don't know.

Just for kicks, I guess.

I just tried it.

How much you sh**t?

Not even a bag a day.

I own a Joy-Pop.

You got all the junkies'
pat answers, don't you?

I'm not a junkie.

I can stop anytime I want to.

I got no habit.

You think so?

I'm gonna show you your future.

Hey, man.

Don't mess with me, man.

I haven't fixed for a month.

Flip your sleeve. Let me see your eye.

Yeah.

Well, I'm cool, man.

How old are you?

Uh, 19.

How long you been using?

Four... Five years.

Why'd you start?

Why I start, man?

Just for... Just...
For fun, man.

For kicks, man.

I was just Joy-Popping.

How much do you use?

Oh... A few spoons a day.

Three, four.

That's a pretty good habit.

Hey, man.

That ain't nothing, man.

Like, I ain't hooked on this stuff,

but I can kick it.

I can kick it anytime I want.

Me?

I was talking to a junkie.

You kiddin'?

You're looking into a mirror.

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You ever hear the expression,
"To detox, detoxification"?

What's that mean?

First, you gotta take the cure.

Get yourself cleaned up.

Takes two or three days to get rid of the
physical effects of the dr*gs to detox you.

You mean, cold Turkey?

You call it what you want.

That's what you're gonna do.

First, we're gonna clean up your body.

And then we're gonna work on your head.

Hello, Theo.

Come on in.

You look lousy.

You should get more sleep.

Is that him?

This is my nephew, Johnny.

Johnny, this is Sonny South.

As they say, he used to be a contender.

You scared, Johnny?

Yeah, I guess so.

Good. Keep it that way.

Me and you are gonna
be together a few days,

trying to make you into
a human being again.

We're gonna get you clean.

And you can stay clean
or go back to your sewer.

You get one trip with me,

we're gonna sit up there

and I'm gonna be pouring sugar
and orange juice down your throat

and wiping the puke off your
chin when it comes back up.

And don't try to bust out of the room.

I'm an ex con on an ex-pug and an ex-junkie
and I'll knock you right on your tail.

Now get up those stairs to
room 204 and take a shower.

Go on.

What are you doing, reading the
right act to him or is there more to this?

Well, it might keep him
under control a little longer.

I need the edge as long as possible.

What do I do now?

Just give me 34 bucks.

That's the rent on the room for a week.

And I don't wanna see you till I call you.

I'll bill you if he breaks the furniture.

You owe me six dollars.

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Check this number out.

All right, since when do you
start calling men on overdoses?

Well, it's the kid, lieutenant, the
one we've been looking for, Donnie.

Your nephew's pal?

His name is Donald Collins.
He's 17 years old.

There's a set of works on that table
over there plus a half a bag of heroin.

There's a full bag of heroin in his pocket
plus about 280 bucks in fives and tens.

Not only that, we found this
loaded a*t*matic tucked in his belt.

It's the same caliber as
the one that k*lled Robles.

It's no toy, is it?

Boy, this keeps building
up like a garbage heap.

All right, set up a crime scene.

I want you to treat this like a
homicide, but don't classify it as such.

Lieutenant, it's an OD.

They make beef, priorities and all that.

Let them.
We're gonna go all the way with it.

Forensics, ballistics.

Let's see where it falls.

Even if it falls right in
my lap and my family's.

Hello?

Sonny?

Yeah, what do you want, Tim?

Look, how's Johnny holding up?

Like any junkie doing it, Cole.

He's sick, though. Sick as a dog.

Well, I'm coming over there.
I gotta ask him some questions.

This kid ain't gonna see nobody.

You're not getting on his
back now, you know the rules.

He's doing it, Theo.

Don't you understand, man?
He's doing enough now.

Don't hit him with nothing more.

He may not make it anyway,
but let's give him even money.

Okay, Sonny.

You let me know when, though, okay?
As soon as possible?

Thanks, Theo.

Ciao, buddy.

Thank you.

Oh, man.

Oh, man.

Oh, man, I'm sick.

Oh, man, I'm sick.

I gotta have a sh*t.

Just one sh*t.

That I can hold together.

That I can make it.

Please.

You can do it.

You can kick.

I did.

Twice.

Both times, cold take

The second time and
hold it all together for me.

I've been clean ever since.

Fourteen years now.

How come it took you twice?

Maybe I'm twice as dumb as you are.

You can do it the first trip.

After my first trip, I... kidded myself
into thinking I could sh**t up again.

Just for fun.

The second time...

The second time, my
brother locked me in a room.

And I sweated it out alone.

I blew my whole life on dr*gs.

And ended up in a stinking room.

In a stinking neighborhood.

All I got in life...

...is...

...guys like you.

You're important to me, kid.

I gotta have a sh*t.

One sh*t. One lousy sh*t.

One lousy sh*t's all
the sh*ts in the world.

It's the next thousand sh*ts, the
next ten years, if you live that long.

You've got no right to keep me here.

Let me go!

You can make it.

You can be one of the ones
with enough guts to make it.

You can do it.

Just hang in there. Hang in there.

The g*n matches.

It fits the b*llet taken
from Robles body.

And for an added piece of news,

the Donald Collins prints fit the
partials found on your camera.

Keeps growing, doesn't it?

Getting heavier and heavier.

There's more yet.

The dr*gs found on Collins
were 14 grains of 28% pure.

That's lethal.

That's ten times the
strength of street-level stuff.

That's right.

The g*ns... The fingerprints
on the camera, the cash...

The pure stuff that
wiped out the Collins kid...

You know, it's all falling
into place like a rug.

Johnny and Collins,

they knock off Robles for a little money,

they stumble upon the dr*gs,

and it all started with
one lousy little camera.

You think they sh*t him too?

Hey, Crocker.

That's one part I hate to think about.

Sonny or no Sonny, I gotta speak to Johnny.

Who's Sonny?

Sonny.

He was the one I thought was
gonna solve a little family problem.

I'm not too sure anymore.

We blew the Coop. Johnny's out.

He took some old paint, closed the mine,

and went out the window,
and down the fire escape.

He could have made it, Theo.
He could have made it.

It's all my fault.

You didn't stick that needle into his
arm, and we can't argue about that anyway.

Look, I think he's headed
for a stash of heroin

that's almost pure,
and he doesn't know it.

How pure?



His buddy's dead already. Get in.

Where'd you find that
friend of his, the OD?

Maybe that's where he's
got his share of stash.

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[GASPING]

I would have come back.

I just wanted a sh*t.

You wouldn't have come
back after this sh*t, kid.

Your buddy Collins is
dead from an overdose.

Donnie?

Donnie's dead?

[SOBBING]

Where'd the g*n come from?

Where'd the g*n come from?

Donnie Collins never had no g*n.

Must have been Wilson's.

We'd never do anything with a g*n.

Who's Wilson?

What's the rest of his name?

Wilson.

That's all I know him by.

Except he has a g*n.

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Donnie met him... at D'Angelo's on Fifth Street.

It's like it's hangout.

And he's got this guy, Jimmy
Davis, with him all the time.

Oh... Oh, man!

What do I do to myself?

Sonny...

[SOBBING]

I wanna
go back to the room.

I wanna kick...

Sure, kid.

We'll give it another try.

How about it, Theo?

All right.

But no more playing social
work for me, do you understand?

You wanna break the rules,
you're gonna learn to pay the price.

I'm gonna book you.

You'll be out tonight on parole, or
better yet, I'll put up the bail myself.

If you disappear this
time, I'll pull back the bail,

and you can take your
cure sitting in a cell.

Now, do me a favor, Stavros.

Yes, sir.

Handle the car.

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I'll catch up with you in court.

It's about time I let his
mother in on what's going on.

All right, let's go.

Who just sat there like a soap opera?

Tell me, is he all right?

Is he dead?

No, he's not dead. He's with me.

But he's in trouble, Mary.

He's an addict.

An addict?

An addict is a word!

My Johnny's not a word!

He's a boy.

You bring him home, Theo.
I'll take care of him.

You can't. Not for this.
It's something different.

He's gonna stay with a friend
of mine for a couple of days.

He'll take care of him.

What, are you getting
better than his mother?

For this, yes.

Look, Mary, he's in other trouble, too.

I want to see him, to know he's all right.
Where is he?

You can be a hard man, Theo.

Very difficult.

What do you want, a son or an animal?

If I take him, maybe, just
maybe, you might get a son back.

You take him, you'll have a
zombie with a family name.

Maybe that's what he needs, somebody hard.

And I've got to be it,
whether I want to or not.

You are not.

Hey, Mary...

Mary, look at me.

I'm gonna put him with a friend of mine.
His name is Sonny South.

He's taken care of kids like this before.
He's done it for me, okay?

I'm sorry, Theo.

I just had to call somebody names,
and you're sitting there in front of me.

I'll let you keep him.

I'll let you keep him for a while.

But I want to see him.

I want to know where he is.

I want to know he's all right.
I've got to see him. Where is he?

All right.

Look, I'll leave you the address.

And I'll tell Sonny
that you'll be coming by

the day after tomorrow,
but no sooner, okay?

Mary?

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You heard the man. Up and forward.

Spread 'em. Spread 'em!

Start the search from the front.

You work your way into the back
room, and you cover everything.

You see, I want Wilson for m*rder.

Now, if you want to be a part
of that, well, it's okay with me.

But let me tell you something, Davis.

You play cowboys and
Indians with me, you're

gonna have to pay the
price. You understand?

A guy got nothing to do with no k*lling.
That ain't my thing.

Captain, look who I found.

Hey, Theo.

You know where it is?

What's this?

I don't know. I never saw him in my life
before. Maybe he brought him in with you.

You see these packets?

That's what they sell street heroin in.

But of course you wouldn't
know about that, would you? Huh?

You see this flower here?

Zip-a-dip-a-doo?

That looks just like heroin, but of
course you never saw heroin before.

And you know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna fill up these
little packets like this.

And I fill up enough for a felony.

And then you know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna bust you.

Oh, that ain't fair, man. That's a frame.

I mean, it ain't right.
That ain't H, man. It'll show.

That's right.

But that's gonna take a couple of days.

In the meantime, back at
the farm, I'm gonna let her

know now in the streets
that you're a stoolie, Davis.

And you know what I'm gonna do then?
I'm gonna let you go.

But then when I go looking for Wilson,

I'm gonna let him know that
you put the squawk on him.

Davis, you're a dead man.

Unless, of course, you help me bust Wilson.

Now?



[music].

Hey, you wanna carry all the weight?

You wanna be walking down the street
and have somebody put a hit on you?

Why me? Why all this to me?

Because you were part of the
deal to try to hotshot my nephew.

You see, this is personal, punk.
Not just business.

So you better talk!

Look, it wasn't me.
I had nothing to do with it.

So what's the talk about?

Now, look, I know you're trying to
bluff Davis, but his lawyer's here.

I can't stall him any longer.

He called the DA's office
and they called us back,

and they said we have to allow
him to talk to his client immediately.

-Saperstein. -Yes, sir.

You take a trip to BCIA
Narcotics if you have to,

and get a picture of Wilson.
Take a wet print.

Oh, and tell that lawyer, "cr*ck cower."

He's got five minutes to see
Davis in the interrogation room.

Right.

Well, I tried, Frank.



Lieutenant.

If the charges against Davis have anything
to do with this alleged narcotics recovery,

and this powder turns
out to be common flour,

I will personally bring this
case to the attention of the

district attorney, and you
will be in very great trouble.

What flour?

Davis was brought in here
relative to questioning a homicide.

And what's flour got to do with homicide?

-What's homicide? -Pick a file. Any file.

You know, apparently
your client makes up an

imagination what you lack
in scruples, Mr. cr*ck cower.

Flour? Don't be stupid.

Davis! Come out here, you punk.

I guess you represent
Wilson as well, and

that's what got you
down here so fast, right?

The names of my clients are confidential.

I do not have to disclose
them to the police.

Now, I hope you have no intentions
of harassing my client any further.

My intentions are none of
your business, garbage man.

So you go pick up slime
over there and get the hell out.

You gotta find the kid. Simple.

I ain't ready to get involved
with no hit on a relative of Kojak's.

He's making it a real hard case.

He's like it's his kid. Just his nephew.

He is just a junkie.

The only one who can hurt us.

What do you mean us?
You're the one that k*lled Robles.

-You're the one that he saw. -But us?

-Did the thing with Collins.
-There ain't no way they can prove that.

And there ain't no
way they can prove the

candy store thing either
if we handle it right.

Listen, Jimmy.

Let's clean this thing up.

After it's over, we'll stay in
business on a 50/50 basis.

You go all the way with me on this.

You'll be my partner.

Well, you know where this kid lives?

Lieutenant, this is all
that Saperstein weeded

out of all the hundreds
of Wilsons we had on file.

Now, Kodak's was no help.

-Think Davis will pick him out?
-No, Davis is gone.

His lawyer moved him out.
I couldn't hold him any longer.

-What now?
-I don't know. I still have Johnny.

Go ahead. Try something hot now.

Who knows? It might even stay down.

No sweat, Johnny. As long as you
got the urge to eat, you're on your way.

Food will stay down pretty soon now.

[phone ringing]

-Yeah? -It's me, Theo.

-How's it going? -He's gonna be okay.

Probably be eating meatbroke by tomorrow.

Look, I have to speak to him.
Could I show him some pictures?

Is it all right if I come on over?

-I'll wait till tomorrow.
-What if it has to?

It has to. He's out of it now,
and I don't want to press him.

The longer he sleeps, the less he feels.

Okay, I'll see you real early then.

-He ain't home. -You sure?

I sent one of the neighborhood kids up
there. He knows them, and they know him.

Said he's staying with a friend.

Drosinis. You sure that's the right name?

Yeah, that's right.
Kojak must have him stashed.

Think this kid's ever
been arrested or anything?

I don't know for sure.

You know any kids in this
neighborhood that don't have a record?

Especially a junkie.

Information?

-Hello.
-I'm sorry to disturb you, but I'd like to speak to John Drosinis.

-Oh, is this Mr. Drosinis?
-No, I'm his uncle, Costantinos.

Just helping out over here.
Johnny's mother is in church.

-Could you tell me when John will be home?
-Oh, he won't be home tonight.

-He's staying at some other house.
-Oh, that's too bad.

My name is Sloan.

I'm a probation officer.

New York City Department of Correction.

Board of Education branch.

It's necessary that I verify
the residence of John Drosinis

and that he is still living within
the jurisdiction of New York City.

He's here, Mr. Sloan.
He's just not home tonight. That's all.

-Hey, is he in more trouble?
-Not if I can locate him tonight.

Otherwise, I'll have to
have a warrant issued.

-You must see him tonight.
-Oh, I know where he is.

Just wait a minute, please.
I have the address here somewhere.

Thank you. I was sure you would cooperate.

What do you say?
You ready to call it a night, boss?

Why do these kids tear themselves apart?

They blow their minds.

Mainline right to the junk pile for freaks.

Yeah.

Well, you take a drink
once in a while, don't you?

-Are you trying to suggest the same thing?
-No.

-Then what?
-I was going to suggest we go grab a belt.

[phone ringing]

Kojak.

Parole officer.

Now, will you take it easy, Constance?
Will you let me have it again?

I'll be right back, kid.

All right, all right. I'll be right there.

-Sorry, fellas. No rooms available.
-Are you the manager?

That's right.
We were told to ask for a Mr. South.

That's right, fellas.
But there still ain't no rooms available.

-Where's the kid?
-Sonny, you coming back up?

Get in the room and lock the door!

Don't sh**t, guys!
Say you won't sh**t! Don't sh**t!

No! No!

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nsh*t]

Lock the door! Lock the door!

Hold it!

-You all right? -Yeah.

I hope to God you're worth the trade.

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