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Police, ma'am, would you like to search your room, please?
Shut up!
It's not your fault.
Go on, call them.
Let them know.
Shut up!
I've got the gun.
If they come in this room, I'll kill you.
You make a sound, I'll kill you.
I'm just down the hall now.
You know they'll come in here.
Come on, kid, do as I say.
It's too hot.
I can't breathe.
Open the door.
Now look at me.
Look at me.
Look at your head.
I warned you.
Now I've got to kill them all.
I will.
I've got to get our own.
There was a lot of pain and a sick feeling.
I could hear him crying and I knew that I had to try and do something before he started
shooting.
That would be the end.
Then sounds faded away and I remembered everything that happened as if it was a dream, only it
wasn't a dream.
It happened all right.
With Jerry it started at home, a mother and father who didn't have time, who didn't care.
Next in high school, smoking a smoke that wasn't a cigarette.
Then keep up with the gang until it was costing him nearly $50 a day to escape reality for
a few hours.
It was all in your newspapers a few weeks ago, how they arrested Jerry Baxter and sent
him to a correction school for peddling narcotics in the high school yard.
That was only the beginning.
I'm a juvenile investigator, state of California, but this could have happened in any state.
My name, McIntyre.
I know Jerry better than his parents, which is bad.
I got talking to him in correction school and asked him to tell me what happened after
he'd been arrested.
I want to talk about it.
Why not Jerry?
Because it's like remembering what happens when you die.
That's what it's like when all of a sudden they don't let you have this stuff.
Well, I want to know Jerry.
What do you want to know?
Yeah, you go nuts, they tie you down because you want to kill anybody yourself.
You want to try it for six months then see what happens when you can't get anymore?
You were 16 when you started using narcotics, weren't you?
Yeah.
When did you start peddling?
When I didn't have enough money to buy anymore.
Fell in high school, put me onto someone.
I got all I wanted by selling marijuana to the kids.
That's when they arrested you?
Yeah.
You got into a fight here a few months ago.
Yeah.
You want to tell me?
Don't give me that, you know.
I'd like to hear your side.
Why did you fight?
The other kid was getting out.
He kept talking about it.
Sent me crazy, I guess.
So you beat him up?
No.
He had a knife and I got cut.
They sent me to the infirmary.
Did they treat you all right there?
I guess so.
I don't know.
Why don't they let me alone?
Let you alone?
Who?
Everybody.
Just let me alone.
I haven't been able to locate your family, Jerry.
Neither have I.
They threw me out of the house two years ago and I haven't seen them since.
Have you tried?
Did you look?
Ah, who needs them?
He told me a lot more and I got to know him well.
That's when I was sure that this was a sick kid, not an habitual criminal.
But he'd learned to hate.
It was in his face, his manner.
It was a furious hate, the stuff killings made of.
That's what I wanted to stop.
So I took him before the parole board.
I've been telling these people about you, Jerry.
Yeah.
Mr. McIntyre feels that yours is a special case, Jerry.
The fact that you gave evidence against the man who supplied you with narcotics, even
though we couldn't prove anything against him, still it's in your favor.
So?
However, we feel you should know that we don't altogether agree with Mr. McIntyre.
Your record here hasn't been very promising.
So let's get it over with.
The recommendation has been made that you be released from correction school.
Now if we grant a parole, Mr. McIntyre has arranged for you to work in a department store
in Oakland.
I didn't ask a favor.
In view of the boy's attitude, Mr. McIntyre...
I know, he's got a chip.
But isn't that enough for you to see what I meant in my report?
We have a responsibility to the citizen, to the community.
I don't say the boy's incorrigible.
Then give him a chance.
You know the background, he's lived with punishments all his life.
More of it won't cure anything.
Let's try a little understanding and kindness.
Very well, Mr. McIntyre.
The board will make its decision this afternoon.
Jerry Baxter was released the following week and after being warned about association with
former friends, was given $50 to get to Oakland and rent a room.
I arranged a weekly report date with him and gave him $20 more for luck.
He left the correction school at 10.30 and five minutes later was in the worst trouble
he'd ever found in his life.
Get in.
Going as far as Oakland?
Sure.
Well, saves me bus fare.
You live in Oakland?
I got a job there.
I used to live in San Francisco.
Big hop across the bay.
Yeah.
Do you mind driving fast?
I don't mind.
I'm in a hurry.
Okay with me.
Jerry sat in the car and tried to watch the countryside flashing by.
He didn't want to look at a woman.
He said that.
She was pretty, well dressed, wearing a reddish fur coat.
He knew she had plenty of money.
It would have been easy to make her stop the car, put her out and take whatever she had.
It would have been easy.
But he didn't do it.
Just sat.
That's what he said he did.
Well, we'll be in Oakland in a couple more miles.
I'm going to stop at the drug store in the next corner.
Make a phone call, okay?
All right with me.
Gee, parking's getting awful.
Look at this.
That is a place right outside the store.
Oh no, that's not good.
It's a fire plug.
Oh, that's all right.
I won't be a minute.
You slide over behind the wheel.
You can drive, can't you?
Sure, but I...
It's okay.
If you get a ticket, it's on me.
I'll be right back.
He was alone in the car.
The keys were in the ignition.
It would have been easy.
If he ever thought of doing it, that was the time.
But he didn't think of it.
He said he didn't.
He was just sitting there waiting for her to come out when the squad car came around
the corner and stopped.
Two patrolmen got out.
Know where you parked, son?
Yeah.
How about moving it?
Look, I don't see no fire.
There's no place else in the block.
It's just for a minute.
Better move it anyway.
Oh.
Hold it.
Is this your car?
No, something's in the store.
I'm making a call.
How come you're driving?
I'm not.
She asked me to sit behind the wheel.
Stolen?
Yeah.
Better get out, kid.
What for?
I haven't done anything.
Come on.
I tell you, it's not mine.
Ask her.
She's right in the drug store.
A red fur coat and yellow hair.
Ask her.
What's your name?
Jerry Baxter.
Where do you live?
I'm in Oakland.
The dress?
Yeah.
I haven't got one yet.
I got a job.
Listen.
What do you got?
Glove compartment.
Loaded 38 in this package.
That ain't mine.
I never even seen it.
Sure.
Hey.
This is for the narcotics squad.
What is this?
That stuff belongs to her.
Why don't you go in the store and get her?
I was only hitching a ride.
I don't know anything about...
Take a look.
Okay.
Look, give me a break, will you?
She picked me up.
I don't know about a gunner or that stuff.
Uh-huh.
Okay.
Let's go.
You find her?
The manager didn't see any woman in a fur coat come in.
She went in there.
I tell you, she did.
You come with me.
Mel, you drive this car.
Right.
I'll take you to the store.
They brought Jerry into Oakland and locked him up.
They kept him there all night.
I was notified and the next morning was in the office with two detectives when they brought
him in.
Mr. McIntyre.
How do you feel, Jerry?
Sit down.
I didn't do it.
I didn't.
Maybe you didn't.
They locked me up.
They didn't give me a chance.
You'll get a chance.
Have you seen this gun before?
Oh, no.
I don't know.
Have you seen this gun before?
I guess so.
It was in the car.
I told you.
Narcotics too?
Just in the car?
Yeah.
What about this woman, Jerry?
I don't know.
She didn't say her name.
I was hitching a ride and she picked me up on my way to Oakland.
Why didn't you take the bus?
Oh, maybe because like you said, I was on my own.
I was free.
Anyhow, I thought I'd save a couple of bucks.
You didn't tell the officers yesterday you were just out of corrections school.
Okay, I didn't.
Look, we know it was a stolen car.
We find narcotics in a gun.
Didn't take you long to get back to peddling, did it?
I'm not.
I didn't.
It was the woman.
She had a red fur coat and blue shoes and yellow hair.
Why don't you look for her?
Where were you taking it?
Who sold it to you?
Jerry?
I'm not lying, Mr. McIntyre.
But I got a record.
They won't believe me.
If you're telling the truth, I'll believe you.
Lock him up.
What's the story?
You're gonna lock me up?
Take it easy, Jerry.
Easy?
You ever been locked up?
I gotta find that woman.
She framed me.
You gotta let me find her.
She'll tell you.
I'll try.
I'll do what I can.
Yeah, and I rot.
You got me.
That's all you want.
No sense talking to him.
Come on.
You're not locking me up again.
No, no.
Jerry!
Get back!
Put the gun down.
Get back, all of you.
Listen to me, Jerry.
Don't try it.
Not even you, Mr. McIntyre.
I mean it.
You crazy little dope.
Get away from that door.
I'm going out.
You try and stop me, and I'll kill you.
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Details.
A frightened boy ran away.
He didn't want to be locked up for something he said he hadn't done.
He had a loaded gun, and that was bad.
But there was something else that was worse.
Any news, Sergeant?
No.
That kid knows the city is going to be tough.
He knows it.
San Francisco, too.
He was born there.
He's got a gun.
He's going to try and get narcotics.
Maybe not.
Are you kidding?
You want a crazy kid running around loose shooting up to town?
No.
Well.
Sergeant Holley.
Where?
Wait a minute.
Bannister, get this.
Yeah.
Yeah, okay, give it to me again.
Right.
Be right over.
Bannister, you got to cross the bay.
We're going over.
You coming, Mac?
All right.
Oh, Holley.
They won't shoot, will they?
I don't know.
We got to get them.
We crossed the bridge to San Francisco.
A drug addict on Market Street had reported that a boy answering Jerry's description had
held him up.
Forced him to hand over a gun to the police.
He was shot.
I forced him to hand over a supply of drugs.
I stayed with Sergeant Holley because I wanted to be there if they found him.
I wanted to find him myself.
Night came and we kept on looking.
The search always led us to the South City.
It was narrowing down as we got calls.
And we knew that he must be nearby.
Anything in there, Bannister?
No.
Dead end.
Right.
We'll try the warehouse across the street.
Check in the car.
See if anything's come in.
Okay.
He's got friends down here, Holly.
There's a million places to hide.
Yeah, I know it.
I'm just wondering if he told the truth.
What do you mean?
How about that woman?
I got him a parole because I believed in him.
So?
We all make mistakes.
Oh, you don't understand.
Suppose he wasn't lying.
Suppose he did hitch a ride and it was the truth.
It's a lot of coincidence, Mac.
He's got a record of peddling.
He's picked up in a stolen car, doped in the glove compartment.
What does that sound like?
Yeah, sure.
Well, there's another alley around the side.
I'll take a look.
Be careful.
Just yell and run if you see him.
All right.
Hi, Mr. Mac.
Hello, Jerry.
I got a gun.
Don't you call us cops out there because I feel bad if I had to kill you.
And I don't want to feel bad.
Give me the gun, Jerry.
You know they'll get you.
Nobody can get me.
Why did you run away?
I told you I'd help.
You?
You'd help?
Now give me the gun, Jerry.
I'll stand by you.
You trust me, don't you?
You didn't believe me when I told you about that dame.
You didn't believe me.
Well, I know who she is now.
A friend told me.
She's a friend of a friend.
What's her name?
Oh, no, no, no.
I'm too smart.
You know something?
I think maybe I'm going up there to kill myself, a dame.
Oh, Jerry, no.
Give up.
Let the police take care of it.
They'll have to believe you now.
I've never shot one of these.
Kind of heavy, huh?
Kid, come on.
Come with me.
I've got to go get her.
Then you'll believe me.
Jerry, let me come with you.
Don't go out there alone.
Sure.
Okay.
Don't start anything, Mr. Mack.
I don't want to hurt you.
You know?
I was hoping when we got on the street that Holly or Bannister would be there, but they
weren't.
I saw the man with the prowl car across at the corner, empty.
I couldn't take a chance, not only for my own skin, but Jerry's.
They'd be shooting.
So I walked with him.
I wasn't able to get near enough to grab the gun.
As we passed under a street lamp, I saw his face, pale and tight, but his eyes were clear.
I knew he'd taken none of the stolen narcotics.
He hadn't taken it yet.
We didn't go far.
He stopped at a rundown hotel and, signaling me to walk ahead, went up the back stairs.
I remember the smell of that place, old and rotten.
306.
How come you want your kind of job, Mr. Mack?
You should have been something else, a nice guy like you.
Give me the gun, Jerry.
Don't do it.
Don't be scared.
Yes?
Telegram, Miss.
Oh, you kidding?
Go away.
Open up or I'll shoot through the door.
Okay.
What do you want?
You.
I want to talk to you.
Hi, Peggy.
Hey.
You're the kid that...
I'm the kid.
Get inside.
Mr., are you a cop?
This is a kid...
Shut up.
What a dump.
Drop it, Jerry.
Drop it.
Harry.
Move over there.
You too, mister.
Here's the last pedal of the stuff for me, Mr. Mack.
Remember?
Harry Richards.
I told you about him.
His wife's a lass, too.
Didn't know you were married, Harry.
You didn't think you'd get away with it, did you, kid?
Business has been bad since you squealed.
I had to lay low and it's cost me plenty.
This your wife?
Yeah.
You sent her out to pick up Jerry and frame him?
That's it.
Smart little punk to find us.
No, dumb.
I think I'll kill you too, Harry.
Oh, sure you will.
I don't know what you're going to do, Richards, but a narcotics rap is better than murder.
I'll be safe on both counts.
Jerry will be.
Hey, you little...
Cut it out.
You'll kill him.
Him?
You, mister.
I'm gonna shoot you.
Stick your bolt in the closet and put the gun in little Jerry's hand.
When he wakes up, he can explain it to all your pals.
What about us, Harry?
They'll figure something's wrong.
You got a better idea?
What do I do, let this guy go and get sent up for life?
No, we're going to take a long trip.
By the time they figure it out, we can be in Mexico anywhere.
Now go on, get packed.
All right.
The woman threw things into a suitcase and Harry Richards leaned against the wall.
Didn't take his eyes off me.
Jerry groaned once, but didn't come out of it.
There was a bad cut on his head where the barrel with the gun had hit him.
Then they were ready.
He dragged the boy to a closet, put him in, turned around to me and...
All right, mister, turn around.
Turn around, I said.
No thanks.
Police, ma'am, would you like to search the room, please?
My shoulder hurt, and my head.
I heard banister and holly down the hall.
I tried to talk to the boy, but he was almost out of his mind with fear.
Then when I tried to get the gun, he hit me.
It was a long way off that sound.
It faded, then came back.
I had to get my head clear before they came in.
Jerry had tried to shoot it out with him.
Open up.
Police.
It's not locked.
Hey, smell something?
Quartite.
Gun's been fired.
Closet.
Must be.
What do you think?
Wait a minute.
Jerry, come out with your hands up.
Come out.
I can't.
I can't stand it anymore.
It's killing me.
I gotta get out.
I got to.
Get me out.
All right, drop the gun, quick.
Mac, Mac, you okay?
Yeah, he didn't do it.
Grab him.
Get away from that window.
I'll jump.
You'll kill me.
I'll jump.
Jerry, no.
You're not gonna put me in a world, jump.
I'll jump.
I want to.
They'll shut me up, and I'll die.
Oh, no, kid, no.
Why?
He's not, Jerry.
It's the truth.
You believe me.
They know.
You didn't do anything.
Richards did.
So, Mr. McIntire, please, don't.
I'll jump.
We'll see.
I shot you.
Jerry, Jerry, listen to me.
Don't you see?
You're cleared now.
I can tell them about Richards.
You're all right.
No, stay away, please.
Please.
Listen, listen, Jerry.
Listen to me.
We're gonna take care of you.
Not in a cell.
No more cells.
I give you a chance.
You're a good friend.
I'll do it.
You're a good friend.
I'll do it.
No more cells.
I give you my word.
A hospital where it's clean and quiet.
They won't tie you down.
You can rest.
Listen to me, Jerry.
They'll take care of you.
When you feel better, you can try again.
From scratch.
That'll be it, won't it, Holly?
Won't it?
Oh, sure.
Sure, kid.
We're not lying.
That'll be it.
Help me.
Mr. McIntire.
Help me, Mr. Mc.
You've got to help me.
Sure, Jerry.
Sure.
I got you.
You're okay now.
You'll help me.
You'll believe me.
You will.
You'll help me.
Oh, please.
Please.
We took him with us, not to a cell, but to a hospital room where he could get rest and
quiet.
We caught the Richards that same night at the airport.
We caught the Richards, but two days later I had another youngster to talk to.
This time a 16-year-old girl.
Her mother was with her and wouldn't believe it when I showed her the marijuana we'd taken
from her daughter.
She bought it from a friend in school.
She told me all about it.
And as I listened I thought of Jerry.
And I wondered where it would end.
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