Baretta (1975–1978): Season 1, Episode 2 - The 5½ Pound Junkie - full transcript

A uniformed officer out doing
his job has been shot and killed.

People on both sides of the law are
watching to see how we handle this.

Oh...!

I'm sorry that guy got killed.

You couldn't hang around
to see if he was dead or not?

I'm gonna have the baby
now! I'll take my jacket off.

Take her pants off. What?

You know something,
Mr. Baretta, you got a big mouth!

Yeah that's one of
my better qualities.

Your mother's dead.
I killed her... I'm sorry.

I'm gonna punch your
time. Be looking for me.



(theme music playing)

Rick?

Rick?

I thought you were having
your hair done, or something.

I wasn't feeling too good.
I came home to lie down.

What are you doing?

A couple of guys from the city,

down at Charlie's, Sue Lee.
They were asking about me.

(doorbell buzzes)

Rick? Shh.

I gotta go with them.

No!

I got to. I'm out of stuff!

I'll call you tonight We'll
work something out.



I'll take care of you.

You drive, okay, babe?

Hello, Rick. We've missed you.

I guaranteed you, kid...
And you ran out on me.

What do you want? I told
you I was coming in tonight.

I suppose it's the way you
disappeared last week...

Without a word.

Ma's always been good to you.

I know that, Joey.

You understand my
problem, don't you?

If I let you run out,
what'll stop the others?

I told Jessie how grateful you are
for everything she's done for you.

You gotta be smart, Rick.

Nobody wants to throw a fight,

but in your case, I don't see
where you have too much choice.

You've been a fighter
long enough to know

that you can't run
out on a fixed fight.

Too many heavy people involved.

(siren wails)

Ma, I got my piece on me...
That .38 I used on George.

Put it under the seat.

Suppose he searches the car?

Under the seat, Joey!

Pull over, Rick, and do
what the man tells you.

Good morning, sir. May I see your
license and registration, please?

Sure.

Oh, say, Officer, I don't...

I don't think I have
my license with me.

Would you step out
of the car, please?

What is this, some
kind of cheap roust?

You got a quota to make?

Would you get out of the
car and step over here?

What do you want, 10 bucks?

20 bucks?

You clowns are all alike.
I oughta take you apart.

Hands flat on the hood,
and spread your feet apart.

Look, Officer, I know
my license is in there,

but you've got to take me
in. These people in the car...

(gunshot)

Shiller: David Kruger.
Officer, Second Grade.

State Police.

Age 30.

What are you doing here?

I've got the men I want on
this. You're not one of them.

Inspector, you're
wrong. Rick Parrish...

Is a friend of yours, I know...
That's why I want you out of it.

That's not the point. You're
going in the wrong direction.

A uniformed officer out doing
his job has been shot and killed.

People on both sides of the law are
watching to see how we handle this.

Parrish is our man.
He's not your man!

We're going to get him.

Are you going to slam him
in the joint the rest of his life,

or take five
minutes for a trial?

His fingerprints were all over
the hood of that patrol car.

What does that mean?!

A slug from Kruger's body
matches one that killed George Terry.

The fight promoter? So two and
two is 12, and you're home free?

Get off the hook
as quick as you can!

Stay out of this!

I got a special team working with
the State Police and that is that.

I know your "special team."
They'll kill him on sight...

Especially those
rummy State Troopers.

I'm going to forget
you said that, Baretta.

Don't forget it. Matter
of fact, write it down.

Don't be surprised when they
bring Ricky in under a blanket, dead.

Look boss, he didn't do it,

I promise you that,
but he knows who did.

I ain't gonna interfere
with your "troops."

Nobody's gonna know. Let me sneak
around and find out what's going on.

Gimme a break, will you?

What you got for me, Rooster?

What you got for me?

Now you're talking.

You talk.

This cat, Ricky Parrish
you're talking about?

Yeah?

Ain't no sense in
looking for him no more.

How come?

Word is, he got snuffed.

Already?

That's the way it goes.
Here today, gone tomorrow.

Hope he had a righteous
good time while he was here.

He had a brother, didn't he?

Yeah. Eddie?

Where's he live? Say what?

Come on, I already gave you 20
bucks. Tell me where the dude lives.

Eighth and Whitmore. All right.

But you can't get in there.
Lots of action down there.

You go in there
smelling like a cop,

you won't get past
that gorilla at the door.

Hmm.

But Dig... dig!

They got this puff lives
up on the third floor.

Friends shacking
there day and night.

You wanna get past that gorilla?

Go in there smelling sweet!

Thanks, "darling."

He ain't gonna tell you nothing.

How'd you know he ain't
gonna tell me nothing?

You're so smart, dealing
out info for $20 a lick?

Go get loved.

See you later, "big time."

Hey, man, we ain't
got no more wine.

We got to buy some more.

How much you got? A nickel?

We have 13 cents, and a fifth...

We have 18 cents.

Got to have another dime.

You don't have a dime, do you?

'Cause I got me a job coming
tomorrow. Just a dime's all we need.

We oughta cook his
dog, is what we oughta do.

Here's your nickel back, man.

(tires screeching)

Stop this car, you dummy!

Reach over and get that
key or you're in big trouble!

Out! What're you
doing? Keep going!

I said, "Out!" I
didn't set you up!

Eddie, it's not you. I'm
looking for your brother, Rick!

Will you wait a minute?!

(horn blares)

I never even saw him.

I'm a police officer. Go back
in your car and stay there.

One of you people please go
inside and call an ambulance.

I'm a police officer.

Thank you.

(siren wailing)

He's done. There's an
ambulance on the way.

That's the man who
did it. It was an accident.

I'm a witness... Baretta, 609.

I'll catch you on
your report later.

Yeah, yeah, I said I'll take
care of it, I'll take care of it!

♪ Strangers in the night,
exchanging glances... ♪

You looking for someone?
I beg your pardon?

Looking for somebody?

(posh voice) Yes, I certainly
am. I'm going into room 206.

Hi. What's your name?

I'm Petrie. I'm the manager.

Hi. Kiki's my name.

I'll bet you're wondering
what a piece of chic

like myself is doing in
something tacky like this?

Oh God, how I love it.

I can't tell you what I
would do with this hallway.

I'll tell you what
you do. Petrie?

You wait about 10 days,

then you take a peek
over in room 206,

and if you like
what you see in 206,

I'll do the same in 2-0-0.

Bye, bye, hon'.

♪ Strangers in the night,
exchanging glances ♪

♪ Wondering in the night,
what were our chances... ♪

(hums)

Rick?

Hey, Rick!

Rick, are you in here?

It's Tony Baretta.

(rattling)

(thumps)

All right, come out of there.
Let me see your hands first.

Come on, hurry up!

Let me see your
hands. Get 'em out here.

Who are you? What're
you doing here?

I'm waiting for Eddie!
Come on, get up here.

Come on.

Come on.

Go in the other room. Hurry up.

Stand over there.

If you're looking for
money, I ain't got any.

So you're waiting
for Eddie, huh?

You better get out of here,

'cause Eddie's gonna
be back, real soon.

Yeah? Eddie's dead.

He tried to make a connection.
Some narco broke it up.

All he connected with
was 2,000 pounds of car.

That ain't a very
good connection, is it?

Are you the one that's thin?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Don't play games
with me, sweet pea.

I'm a friend of Rick's.
He told me you're sick.

Rick? Have you seen him?
Do you know where he is?

Don't you?

No.

So you want to get
straight, or what?

You got the stuff?

You paid for it, didn't you?
When you pay, I deliver.

I'm sorry about before.

I thought you was
a cop, or something.

Yeah, I'm a cop, or something.

You got the stuff here?
No, it's at my place.

Listen, you better come with me.

If you hang around here,
you're gonna get nailed.

Let's go.

(barking)

You got a dog?

Yeah, he's over
there on the perch.

I ain't never seen
a live parrot before.

(barking)

That ain't a
parrot, that's a dog.

See, you hurt his
feelings. (barks)

If this thing croaks,
I'm gonna kill it.

What about the dope?
You got your stuff here?

What do you think, I'm nuts? I
don't keep anything around here.

I'm gonna be gone
for about an hour.

You got a lock on that
door, you gotta go to bed,

you can eat food,
toothbrush, whatever you want.

Don't leave here for nothing and
don't open that door for nothing.

Understand me? Yeah.

Okay. Take care of my dog.

Hey, rummy, come here.

Lock the door.

Fred: I love you.

We still haven't found an
opponent for Abe for Friday night!

I know, Mom. I'm trying to
get the guy from Pittsburgh.

Ma, the price is
way out of line! Mom!

(speed bag flaps)

Hey, Foley, that's
a great disguise.

Nobody would know you're a cop.

FBI, maybe, but not a cop.

Hey, Tony! How are you?!

Johnson, how's my man?

Fine. Long time no see.

I'm still stroking along.

How's that left
hand? Let's see it.

You still got it. You should
have let me handle you.

You'd have been champ by now.

I got a little too much
mileage on me now.

We both got creaks in our bones.

Ain't that the truth? (laughs)

What, you still beating them?

I can't complain. I got a couple of
good boys. You know how it goes.

I know how it goes.
Win a few, lose a few,

at the right time, for
the right numbers...

You know I don't
do that kind of stuff.

You and me, we're both
going to heaven, ain't we?

Good to see you. You, too.

Hey, Mom? What's that?

We got us a visitor.

I don't want him
hanging around here.

I'll discourage
him. No, use Abe.

I can handle him. Don't argue.

You wouldn't be holding out on an
old street-scuffling partner, would you?

If I knew anything,
I would tell you.

Rick ran out on me too, Tony.

What do you mean?

He was supposed to fight Polo Friday
night and the dude never did show up.

Hm-hm-hm.

He ran out on everybody, huh?

Yeah.

Put something on the
street for me, will you?

Tell him I'm looking for him,

and I might be holding
something he's looking for.

All right. Who's this dude?

One of your new boys?

He don't look that tough to me.

What's the matter, can't she
recognize class when she sees it?

(snickers)

You know something,
Mr. Baretta, you got a big mouth!

Yeah, that's one of
my better qualities.

Since you're here, you
wanna go a couple of rounds?

Not me... I like to get
paid when I take a dive,

like the rest of them rummies
you think you're beating.

That wasn't very
nice, Mr. Baretta.

Now, why don't
you say "I'm sorry"?

You're bigger than I am,

so I think what I'll
do is just take a cab.

Don't turn your back on me,
you little yellow honky pig!

Now don't get tense, here.

"Little yellow honky pig"?
You learned four new words.

Your brain's gonna get tired.

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna give you
three rounds... just three.

Give me some gloves, partner.

Get this guy a banana.

When that rummy wakes up, if you
got a loose fin on you, give it to him.

Tell him that's the
best dive he ever took.

Thanks a lot for jumping
in there. You're a lot of help.

He never laid a hand on you.

Good thing he didn't. You
would have killed him, right?

Ah, the good doctor. Hi.

What do you want, Baretta?

As a matter of fact,
I got a little problem.

Don't you always?

Excuse me. I guess I do.

Anyway, I got this girl.

She's in trouble, Doc.

She needs a little bit of help.

(horror music on TV)

(crying)

(knocking)

Baretta: It's Fred's
daddy, open up!

What are you doing
with this thing in here?

I can't hear nothing!
Fred... Fred's got bad ears.

You got the stuff? No.
Sit down, over here.

I want to talk to you.

You ain't got it! Sit
down, come here.

You promised... you promised
when you went out that door!

You got the shakes
something good, though.

I'll do anything you ask!

Give me anything...
Some ups, some downs...

Now listen to me! Listen to me!

Just please give me something!

Now listen to me.

I didn't bring you no
junk. I couldn't score.

But hold on, wait a minute,
I got something for you.

It'll work good. You want it?

Here, see? Here it is.

You take this. Take
two of them now,

and two of them
an hour from now.

They make you feel better. Here.

Just hang on.

They'll start
working in a minute.

You know what they're called?

They call them methadone.

It takes away a lot of
the hurt and the pain.

You know why I gave it to you? You
know why I didn't give you any dope?

I'm a cop, honey.

Now, hold it! It ain't the
worst thing in the world.

Wait a minute! Come
here! Listen to me.

I'm a friend of Rick's.
Remember me?

You lousy, stinking cop!

I'm a friend of Rick's.
Hold on, will you!

Hold on, now!

I'm a stinking cop...
You're a stinking junkie!

Do you know what you're
doing to yourself? No!

You know what you're doing
to that baby inside of you?

That baby's a junkie! No,
they told me it was okay!

Who's they, some
lousy street rummies?

I'm telling you the truth. That
kid is hooked worse than you are.

That's right... you're
lucky if he comes out alive.

You hear what I'm
saying? Think about it.

Think about it.

You don't want
to live? Terrific.

But what about that
little baby inside of you?

What about it?

(groans)

Come up here.

You gotta start
taking care of yourself.

No! No!

Hold on now. Come
on. Come here. No!

Stop it. Hold it. Stop. No!

Stop it now. Stop it,
stop it! (screaming)

Do you want me to hit
you again? No, no, no!

Now, stop it! Thattagirl.

Thattagirl.

You think I like what I am?

I want to kick it.
I don't know how.

How is easy. The question
is: Do you got the guts to do it?

All you gotta do is stop shooting
dope in your vein, that's all.

It's gonna hurt,
it's gonna hurt bad,

but it don't hurt
half as bad as dying.

I ain't going to play
mommy and daddy to you.

You can live, or you can die.

Remember, if you die,

you take that
little baby with you.

You'll be okay now.

You'll be okay.

Baretta: I think Rick's
alive. I got his girl here.

I think he might show
up looking for her.

Rooster, Deacon's
got to be someplace.

He's either in the pool
room or he's over at Jerry's.

Just check both of those
spots and call me right back.

Yeah, yeah, there's a
sawbuck in it for you.

(grunts)

Thanks.

Uh-oh, "Minnie
Mouse" woke up, huh?

You feeling better?

Yeah. Good.

I feel a little better.

Have you heard
anything from Rick?

No, but I got a couple
of things I'm working on.

Don't worry about him now.

I need him so
much. Yeah, I know.

The thing you said before,

about being Rick's
friend, is it true?

Me and Rick, friends?

Yeah. Is a frog's
ear waterproof?

Of course we were friends.
We were good friends.

Why, there's a candy
store right down there...

Been there since the Civil War.

Rick and me must have
robbed that place 50 or 60 times.

Why, we was known as the
"Dalton Gang of Fiorello Street,"

is what we was known as.

I ain't making you
laugh at all, am I?

I think what you need
is a little entertainment

from my trained
dog over there, Fred.

Fred's been known
to make a stiff smile.

(chuckles)

Come here, Fred.

Come and see me. Come on.

If you don't make this lady
smile, I'm gonna kill you.

Attaboy.

Come over here.

Say hello. Hello.

Attaboy.

Put your head over
here and kiss me.

If you don't make her
smile, I'm gonna cook you.

Did you know that before Fred
was a bird, he used to be a chicken?

Chicken...? (clucks)

(laughs) Fred: Hello.

Do it again. Hello. Hello.

Shake your head.

Now the other way. Attaboy.

Wave to the pretty girls.
Wave to the pretty girls.

Wave. Fred used
to wave at those girls

and he could just charm
them right up the gangplank,

right into old Tony
Baretta's bunk.

That's a wonderful dog.

Where'd you get him?

Actually, I stole him.

Thanks. Give me another kiss.

I stole him from
the bosun's mate.

I didn't actually
steal him, did I, Fred?

What happened was I
just walked off the ship

and Fred flew off the ship

and we've been keeping
company ever since. Huh, Fred?

(sighs)

Is that her?

Yeah... that was her.

You know, it's weird.

I don't believe this
is a cop's apartment.

How'd you become a cop?

That was kind of a
promise to my old man.

My folks, they came
over on the boat.

They didn't know
nothing, just ignorant.

My mother did whatever she
had to on the streets to support us.

She died when I was 10.

She sure loved me a lot.

I never could
figure that one out.

Now, my old man...

My old man was the greatest street
hustler in the history of the world.

He had himself the
sweetest little book...

He ran numbers,
and on a pool table,

he could just shoot
the eyes right out of 'em.

By the time I was 10,

he'd taught me everything there
was to know about the streets.

When he wasn't in the joint, we
had some good times together.

Anyway, when I was
17, before he died,

I promised him that I'd figure out some
way to use everything he'd taught me

so I wouldn't wind up
in the slammer myself.

When me and ol' Fred
bailed out of the Merchants,

we talked it over and decided
I oughta become a flatfoot.

That's the name of that tune.

(phone rings)

Yeah, Rooster. What do you got?

Yeah, I thought he was.

Is that Rick? No, honey.

Okay, I'll be there
in like 10 minutes.

Thanks, man.

Are you going to be gone
long? Just a little while.

Now, what do you like to eat?

Grilled chee... Never
mind what you like to eat.

I'm gonna get you
some saltimbocca...

A little Italian magic...
Make you feel terrific.

I got a friend
downstairs named Billy.

I'll send him up here...
He'll keep you company.

He's a nice guy. He
tells a lot of stories

and don't believe none of
'em because he lies a lot.

And I love him a lot.

Come and lock the door.

Listen, if Fred decides to use
the telephone, don't let him.

He keeps trying to
call his girl in Jamaica

and I can't afford it.

(chuckles)

(Italian music playing)

(laughter)

Hey, Deacon?
Thanks for the courtesy.

My pleasure. Scoot over, Angie.

I got a little business
to talk over with you.

What can I do for you?

Hey, Royal.

Didn't I see you this morning?
You were in a hurry, weren't you?

Look, Baretta, I'm
sorry Eddie got killed.

Yeah, you're breaking my heart.

You couldn't hang around for five
minutes to see if he was dead or not?

Listen, Tony, I've
known you for a long time,

but it doesn't look right, me
sitting around with the heat.

What's on your mind?

It's personal. I want a score.

I got a friend, and she's thin.

Don't listen to him, boss.

Shut up, eat your lasagna,

and don't talk with
your mouth full.

Tony, I owe you a couple.
The least I can do is listen.

You name it... the
time, the place, the drop.

I'll go through a third
party, whatever you say,

but I need stuff now.
She's hurting bad.

This wouldn't be... It's
none of my business,

but this wouldn't be Rick's girl
we're talking about, would it?

You're right, Deacon.
It's none of your business.

When you're ready to deal,

just put the word on
the street... I'll find you.

But don't hang me up.
This one's important.

See you around, Angie.

I'm gonna punch your
time. Be looking for me.

Finish what you're chewing
and run down to the gym

and tell Jesse Perrino
what's going down.

Just... (phone rings)

what in the hell were
you thinking of, Baretta?

Walking around in the streets

with evidence like this
in your back pocket?

Trading it in at a
clinic for methadone!

No forms, no papers, nothing!

Boss, you want me
to close the door?

(bangs)

Dead on arrival, Central
Receiving, Mercy Hospital...

one Eddie Parrish, older
brother of Rick Parrish.

You found him, didn't you?

Then you went off on your own...

No call for help, no
backup, no report to me!

Because somebody would have
sent a squad of radio cars out there

and blown my only chance
to nail Rick, that's why.

You did better, huh?
I ain't saying I did...

Listen to me!

I've got to have a written
report on Eddie Parrish's death

and I want that report to include
how you knew where he was...

How am I going to
put that in the report?

Why you didn't report his whereabouts to
the officer in charge of the investigation,

why you were following him,
exactly what you did and why,

and why, if you know,
why he had to die,

because the man
is dead, Baretta!

We are no closer to his
brother now than we were before.

Now, get out of here
and write that report.

Don't get up from your
desk until it's finished.

Somebody oughta be... it's
true I'm not batting a thousand,

but I oughta be out there
on the streets looking

for Rick. That's what
I ought to be doing.

It may come as a
great shock to you,

but I am perfectly capable
of running this division.

Now get out there
and write the report!

(screams)

(glass breaks, gunshot)

Suzie?!

(crying)

Suzie?

Oh my God! Suzie!

It's me, Tony.
Come here. (groans)

You okay? Huh?

Did he hit you?
Talk to me, honey.

Tony... Where you
hurt? What's the matter?

I think the baby's coming.
No, the baby's not coming.

Yeah! What's the
matter? Did he hurt you?

Talk to me. Did he hurt
you? Tell me what happened.

Did he come in the room?
Did he come in the room?

No! What did he look like?

There's nothing to be
scared of. He's gone.

Everything's okay.
What did he look like?

Tony, the baby...
it's... I think... No.

I'm gonna... please help me!

No, the baby's not coming.
The baby's not coming.

That's silly. The water's gotta
break, a lot of other things happen...

Yes, it's coming!

It can't be coming now, can it?

Who says it can't?

(panting)

Sam... Billy. Get an ambulance.

Girl's in labor. Right,
she's having a baby.

Room 506... and the
mother's an addict.

Everything's gonna be terrific.

But it can't wait. It's
gonna happen now, I think.

No, no, not now. The
baby's coming now!

Not now. Yes, the
baby's coming now!

The baby's not
coming now, is it, Billy?

Sure the baby's coming.

(grunting)

Here, I'll take my jacket off.

It hurts! That's
good when it hurts!

Take her pants off. Yeah. What?

Yeah. Take her
pants off... right.

Okay, take her pants off.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy!

Listen... Oh, man,
It's all wet here.

Holy Toledo!

Doc, I'm Tony Baretta. I
brought her in. How's she doing?

The mother? She'll be
okay. What do you mean?

How about the kid?
We're transfusing now.

Ask me tomorrow, if she's alive.

(groaning)

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, Minnie Mouse.
Everything's okay.

(laughs) Hi, there.

It was sure a surprise. Yeah.

She wasn't due for a month.

She got tired of hanging
around watching television.

She wanted to come out.

She's pretty, ain't she?

Yeah, she looks a
little too much like you,

but she'll be all right.

(sobbing)

Tony? Hey.

What did I do? You
didn't do nothing.

Listen, she ain't dead.
She's got a good chance.

You got a lot to fight for,

so just button up
now and get tough.

Attagirl.

Come on, now. Come
on, come on, come on.

We're gonna
talk a little bit now.

Remember you
were in my apartment

and somebody tried
to kill you? Remember?

What did you see when you
looked outside that window?

A gun.

Yeah.

Did you see who was
shooting? Did you see anything?

Why does he want to kill me?

Maybe you know something.

No. Yeah, but he
don't know that.

Do you know what I'm thinking?

I'm thinking maybe it's the same
guy that left the house with Rick.

What do you think of that?

Do you remember?

I didn't see his
face. He was dark...

Dark? And he was bald.

You see, you didn't
tell me that before.

He was bald. What else?

Okay, so they left. Did
you go to the window?

Did you wave
goodbye to Rick? Huh?

Your hands are nice.

Did you wave goodbye?
Did you look out the window?

Rick said goodbye to me.

Yeah, what did
you see down there?

Rick... got in...

the front seat behind the wheel,

and the other guy
got in the back... seat.

Hey, sugar, that's
kinda funny, isn't it...

They're friends, and one guy gets in
the front and one guy gets in the back?

Why would they do that?

Good friends don't do that.

I wonder why they did that. Huh?

Because somebody
was in the front seat.

Yeah? What was he...
Who was in the front seat?

Somebody... some dark... Dark?

Old lady. She was old.

She was dark.

She was... Hey, sugar...
You stay here now.

You do everything
that they tell you.

You be a good girl.
Everything's gonna be terrific.

Now you button
up and stay tough.

Tony? You'll be all right.

I'll see you. Bye bye.

(keys clicking)

Hi, Jessie.

Tony!

I'm looking for Joey.

It's business.

Well, my boy's grown now, Tony.

He doesn't tell me everything.

In fact, I haven't seen him since
10:00. He was with me until then.

They found Rick Parrish's body.

Rick, dead?

Yeah, they matched
a couple of slugs.

The gun that killed
that cop killed Rick.

The gun belongs to Joey.

Jessie, he's in big trouble.

Not my boy.

Your boy.

He gunned down a state trooper

and Rick was a
witness so he shot him,

and tonight he tried
to kill a pregnant girl

because he thought
she could finger him.

He never tried to kill
that girl tonight, Tony.

I told you... He
was here with me!

I'm telling you,
I'm gonna get him.

Either you take me to him
or I'm gonna go find him.

You know Joey...
He's a little nuts.

He's gonna get tense
and do something silly

and I'm gonna hurt
him... maybe bad.

It's up to you... you can
visit him in the jailhouse,

or the graveyard.
That's your choice.

All right... I'll tell
you where he is.

Take me where he is.

(screams)

Come on, piglet! Let's
see how tough you are now!

(punches)

Don't move!

(heavy breathing)

213.

(phone rings)

Hello?

I'm calling for Rick.

Wh... what?

He can't show himself just now,

but he's heard about the
kid and he wants to see you.

Who is this? He'll be up
on the roof in 10 minutes.

Everything okay around here?

Everything's quiet.
You okay, Baretta?

Yeah, I'm fine.

It don't figure.
Something's wrong.

Something's gotta be wrong.

Rick...?

You sure everything's okay here?

Everything's
fine. It's all quiet.

Except for that telephone
call I got from my wife, that's all.

What call? What
are you talking about?

My wife called... took it
at the desk over there.

By the time I got...
What's the matter?!

You didn't see nothing
around here? Answer me!

No! There's no way she could
have gotten past the desk.

Stairs, it has to be the stairs.

Randy, seal this place
off! Nobody in, nobody out!

You go downstairs...
I'm going up! Right.

(screaming)

Hey, Joey! Wait a minute!

Joey, wait a minute! Listen to
me. Hold it. Will you wait a second?

Will you stop?
Hold it. Look at me!

Hey, look! Look what
I'm doing! Go away, Tony!

No, no, look! I'm
throwing away my piece!

Look at me, will you? I'm
clean... I got nothing on me.

Just give me one
minute. Hold on a second.

I know, I know... you're gonna
kill her. Then you're gonna kill me.

They're gonna come up here and
kill you... you got to know something.

I got to tell you something.
Listen to me, please.

Your mother's dead.
Your mother's dead.

I killed her. I'm
sorry, I'm sorry.

I didn't have no
way out. It's true.

She was right down there
at the bottom of the stairs.

Yeah, she loved you, man.

I'm sorry... But she
really did love you.

Before she died,
she said "Tell him...

tell him I love him more
than the rest of the kids."

Ain't that something, man?

Ain't that something...
You live your whole life,

you never knew your
mother loved you?

That's okay, Joey. Take it easy
now, partner. Just take it easy.

Just take it easy, now.

She's pretty, ain't she?

Why sure, darling. I told you.

Ain't she pretty?

See there? Ain't that good?

What did the doc
say? What did he say?

The doc says she's
gonna be okay...

Attagirl. Attagirl...
just a couple of weeks.

She will be fine.
What about Mommy?

She's gonna be fine.

Anything that little
thing can do, I can do.

I can do.

Climb up here in my
examination room.

I think it's time for "Dr.
Baretta" to take over.

Lay back here. Let me
make a little diagnosis.

Ahem... (laughs)

Ah, yes.

You got the ailment
and I got the cure.

(laughs)

Yes, I think what's
in order here

is a little Italian magic...

in the form of about
three yards of lasagna.

It'll cure anything,
darling, I promise you.

What I'm gonna do is come
back about 7:00 tonight...

See, I got my uptown duds on...

And I'm gonna whip you out for a
little evening of "zamma-zamma."

They won't let
you in here at 7:00.

They what? You're
talking to the master.

They're not going to let me in?

I'm gonna come in. Not
only that, but you and I

are gonna go out of here if I gotta
take you out on my arm as my bird.

(both laugh)

Then I'm gonna show you
what "Itralians" are really about.

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