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(rock music) (spray can hissing)

- [Man] I've never seen you before.

- I'm kinda new.

- What does a kinda new boy run these days?

- Hey, you haven't got it.

- [Man] Hey who the... - Hey you got a sec?

My friends could use some help up the street.

So you like 'em young, huh?

- [Man] How old are you?

- I'm a baby.

- Really?

- Really.

- You'll do.

You look just like my son.

How much?

- One hundred.

- That's a little steep, isn't it?

- I got a lot of mouths to feed.

(door locks click)

(rock music)

(ominous music)

? We never thought we'd find a place where we belong

? Don't have to stand alone, we'll never let you fall

? Don't need permission to decide what you believe

? Woo!

? I said jump

? Down on Jump Street

? I said jump

? Down on Jump Street

? Your friends will be there when your back is to the wall

? You'll find you'll need us

? cause there's no one else to call

? When it was hopeless a decision is what you need

? You'd better be ready to, be ready to jump

? 21 Jump Street

- Excuse me sir, you look like a man

who'd be willing to donate to a worthy charity, huh?

Excuse me sir- - Sorry, don't have any money.

- Miss, can you spare some change?

Twenty five cents, a quarter?

Fifty cents, a thousand dollars, anything?

You got a big heart lady.

- Hey Mister, how 'bout now?

- Sorry, all I have are twenties.

- We take them.

- That's fine.

- Pardon me sir,

you know I've been trying to change my life,

bro, and I only need two more bucks

to buy the Donald Trump book.

- (Laughs) Here's a buck for the effort.

- Well thank you very much sir.

Won't forget you when I'm at the top.

- Hey that's Aaron's line.

- I never thought anyone else could pull it off.

- Yeah, well, uh, this guy Kevin

at the shelter, he told me about it.

Aaron, is he a friend of yours?

- Yeah, have you seen him?

- No I haven't seen him,

I'd like to meet him though, I figure I owe him.

This line's really working out good for me.

Anybody know where he is?

(people talking) (dishes clattering)

- Excuse me.

Can I get a free refill?

Come on, man, please I need the sugar.

Yo scurv, you wanna say no say no,

you don't have to just ignore me.

- Give her a refill.

- No, that's okay, you don't-

- Forget it, got a ground score.

- Yeah, I always feel generous when I find money.

- Moho?

- Leave me alone.

- Come on, strawberry.

I just scored me some china white,

and the clinic gave me a couple of rakes.

Let's get it on and I'll share the wealth.

- Up yours, Breeze.

If Aaron was here he'd kick your ass.

- Nobody's seen that dude for days babe.

You're all alone now-

- Come on let's go.

- Oh.

That bastard.

He knows I don't do that anymore.

- Was that guy your pimp?

- No way, I was never a whore.

Do it for drugs but never for money.

- I just broke from my pimp,

I'm just asking.

My name's Judy.

- Go by your real name?

- Well yeah, why not?

- I hate my real name.

Everyone calls me Moho, but I hate that too.

- Who's Aaron?

- He's a god.

I gotta find him.

- Maybe we should go to the cops.

They don't care, they'll just lecture us to go home.

- Well, Aaron's doing whatever.

He'll be back tomorrow.

- Maybe that dude who picked up Aaron was a cop.

- Like a cop could really afford a

bitchin' black beemer with tinted windows.

- Did you get the license plate?

Those undercover cars, they got the,

the little special mark on the license plate anyway.

You would've noticed.

- How'd you know that?

- Live and learn, man.

- You think that shelter guy Kevin was right?

Aaron got beat up?

- Aaron could handle himself.

- I think Kevin was just trying to scare us.

- Well, um...

Maybe he went home.

- No, no freakin' way.

- He's done it before.

- Yeah but he always told us,

make sure none of us turn tricks.

- Was he mad at you guys or anything like that?

- He was always mad.

But not at us.

- You know where he is?

He's in tight with that BMW guy.

Aaron's in some house up in the hills,

kicking back, a couple cool ones.

Big TV, hot tub.

He's just milking the dude,

waiting for the right moment.

Then he'll do what he always does you know,

I got these friends of mine...

- Man I'm starving.

- Let's go hang behind the pizza place

and wait for them to trash some.

- Gotta find this kid quick.

I gotta start looking for an apartment.

If I don't, I'll be out here living for real.

- Oh don't worry, Doug, you'll find a place.

- A place?

I don't want a place, I want a home.

Fireplace, jacuzzi, nice little alcove,

I can sit and count my blessings.

- Yeah well all I want is a nice, hot bath

and my loofa.

- Well whatever a loofa is,

we ain't gonna get it until we

find this guy in the BMW.

(suspenseful music)

- Hi, Kevin Jordan, Second Home.

This is Adam, can we talk to you for a minute?

- So how's it going, Booker?

- These kids don't wanna talk.

The only one's ready to make friends

are the johns.

- The hustlers barely acknowledge AIDS,

let alone some psycho who's gonna

bring police suits to the area.

Did Penhall and Hoffs come up with anything on their end?

- Yeah well,

the kid we suspect to be the latest victim,

got into a black BMW, tinted windows.

- And that car matches the same description

I got from the other kids that have been assaulted.

- Others?

- Yeah, seven so far.

- So why can't they just identity this guy?

- These boys are hustlers.

They don't got any ties.

Something goes wrong in a place,

or they lose their appeal,

they move on.

They've got a circuit they use,

New York, Miami, New Orleans,

Los Angeles, all the way up to Seattle.

- That's why it's so important

that we find this kid Aaron,

he's the only one that can positively identify this guy.

- Well since no one's seen this Aaron guy

in a couple of days, if he's a victim,

then maybe he took off on this circuit, like the others.

- No he's different.

Well, I mean he is and he isn't.

See Aaron acts as a father for a pack of kids.

He'd never leave without them.

- I got Hoffs and Penhall with these kids now.

I want you, Hanson, and Ioki to keep working this end.

Keep your eye out for that BMW.

Where you staying?

- At the Y.

- Oh.

- Yeah, it ain't paradise.

- Come on!

Hurry up! (thunder rumbles)

Geez!

How you guys doing?

- Couldn't be better.

- So have you heard from Aaron yet?

- No, I was gonna ask you.

I guess you haven't heard anything?

- No, nothing.

- Kevin, this is our friend, Judy.

Except I call her Sodapop.

- How come?

- 'Cause she's so bubbly.

- Hi. - Hi.

And there's this other guy we're

hanging out with too.

- Yeah where's uh, where's Trump?

- Hey, I'm Trump.

- Trump.

- I've gotta go torque one.

Come with me?

- I just went.

- Fine, be that way.

- [Moho] You be careful.

- Hey you guys want a sandwich?

- Yeah! - Hey now you're talking!

- You don't have any tuna on sourdough, do you?

- (Laughs) PBJ's or bologna.

- Any PBJ's on bologna?

- No. - No.

(suspenseful music)

- Bonzo?

Hey Bonzo?

(coughing)

Bonzo!

If you hurt her I'll kill you!

Oh no!

Are you all right, are you hurt?

Okay, all right!

- No!

I'm so sick of this.

I'm so sick of this crap.

Why can't I just die?

This never would've happen... (sobbing)

(slow music)

(spray can shaking)

(spray can hissing)

- We need some serious food and stuff man.

I can get a five finger discount at the A&P.

- You'd never get enough for all of us.

My stomach is constantly grumbling.

- I know hearing your stomach is making me hungry.

- Moho said she'd trick for some drugs

then we could sell them.

- It's up to us to get the money.

- No one's gonna hire us.

- We could break in to one of those

apartments on 8th Avenue.

- Too risky.

- Go to that liquor store on the corner,

rip off a roll of their lottery tickets.

That's 200 cards, we easily hit the 25 grand.

- Yeah, then we could stay in a hotel

and order room service.

- I'm so there man.

- What would Aaron do?

- Aaron would do for us

what he wouldn't let Skid do to himself.

- Tell me what it is, I'll do it.

- What am I supposed to say to the guy?

- They'll do the talking.

- It's a hundred dollars for ten minutes work.

Listen, when you get back we'll all get high

so you can forget all about it, all right?

- I just closed a deal with a major

handgun manufacturer.

We're gonna be their distributor in this area.

- Congratulations.

- So this is a little present to myself.

- When friends won't do.

- Hey you got it!

- You know you're a very big boy, Trump.

So where should we have our little party?

- I know a spot, it's up here on the left.

Just to the left there.

And then pull over here on the right.

And stop.

Yeah, right here.

- This is a police station.

- Yeah.

I'm the police.

(exhales sharply)

(upbeat music)

- You know, Jack the Ripper,

now that's a hundred years ago

and they still talk about him.

He only killed seven.

- Yeah, I know man, today that wouldn't even

earn him a psychotic starter kit.

- Yeah.

Can you imagine what it's gonna be like

say in, 50 years.

- Yeah, you and me in a home for old cops

eating soylent green talking about the good old days.

- Beemer.

(intense music)

- Hey man, you're messing with my livelihood.

- He gets two pros for the price of one pal.

- [Ioki] Back off man.

(tires screech)

(punches) (grunts)

(coughing)

(slow music)

- I think Aaron went home.

- Can you find out?

Can't we call his family or something.

- I can get his number,

but I can't.

I don't want to.

It's hard.

- Why?

Is it scary?

Can I help you out?

- Yeah.

- What do you have to do?

- I have to go home.

Aaron and I,

we've both gone home before.

But we called each other every night.

And our moms freaked out

when they got the phone bill.

- And you can't remember the number?

- I didn't want to bring his number

back to the street.

- Twenty bucks for this blood, Moho,

is that gonna be enough for a bus ticket?

- Trailways gives runaways free tickets home.

- What!

Then what are we doing giving blood?

- I can't go home like this.

My mom would never recognize me.

- You're not gonna improve your wardrobe much

with twenty bucks.

- Sodapop,

there's a lot harder ways to lose your blood.

- In this, my mother would recognize me.

(both laugh)

Look at this stuff.

This is the kind of thing my brother wore

in the disco days.

- You have a brother?

- Yeah, lots.

Brothers, sisters, all half though.

My mom and dad were married

and divorced to everyone on the planet.

I'm the only kid they had together though.

I feel sorry for my parents.

All their other kids hate them

for who they married at one time or another.

- Do you hate them too?

- I love my parents.

Why do you think I ran away.

My mom and dad were having a

hard time keeping it together and

well, I was just another distraction.

- So you were doing them a favor.

- Yeah, one less problem.

How 'bout you?

- I don't even think my mom knows I'm gone.

- Yeah.

- So when did you take off?

- Year ago I guess.

I was uh...

I was on the school drill team.

You know.

And we came down for a competition.

I got off the bus and I never got back on.

We came in third place.

(quiet engine) (crickets chirp)

(slow piano music)

- No.

- This is my friend Judy.

- Hi.

- Can I use the phone?

- Of course.

- What's his last name?

- He never told me, it's just under Aaron.

Hello?

- [Woman] Yes?

- Hi, I'm a friend of Aaron's,

and I was wondering if he was there by any chance?

- [Woman] Aaron?

As far as his family's concerned,

Aaron is dead.

(phone clicks) (dial tone)

(solemn music)

- Yeah, yeah I'm uh,

I'm interested in this apartment in the paper?

- [Man On Phone] I'm going out of town,

can we meet in an hour?

- Uh, that's gonna be a little tough for me.

Look uh, I really need it.

If if looks good I'll give you a deposit right away.

- [Man On Phone] Look, the key's under the mat,

check it out.

If you like it, call me before noon tomorrow.

- Okay, thanks a lot.

- Trump, what you did for us man-

- Shut up, Wannabe.

Aaron never wanted to talk about it.

- We can talk about it.

- Man I remember the first time I went,

god, that's the last time I remember crying.

(chuckles)

- Guess I'm the only virgin.

- Yeah and Trump here is gonna

make sure it stays that way.

- (Whispers) Hustling.

You think hustling's worse than going home?

- I got no home.

Foundry where my dad worked shut down,

so did we.

- Your whole family's on the street?

- Last I heard.

- They're in Arizona living in a tent

behind some church.

I thought I could make it better on my own.

- My stepdad, he used to smack my bare ass with,

you know with those Christmas wrapping tubes.

- Memories too painful Trump?

- I'd love to go home.

I miss my mom so much.

I'd love to see her.

She loves me, you know.

- So why don't you go back?

- This one time, well it was a bunch of times,

but this one,

my mom went away to her sister's funeral,

so it was just me and her boyfriend.

To make a long story short,

he got me on the floor,

put a knife to my throat,

and said take your clothes off kid.

- Is that when you left?

Did you ever go back?

- This one night,

a couple months ago,

I was standing on the freeway overpass and,

zooming away on crack, man,

I wanted to jump, I really wanted to jump.

That guy Kevin from Second Home,

he talked me down.

Took me back to the shelter

and he talked to me for hours.

Convinced me it was time to go home.

So I told him my real name.

I gave him my mom's phone number.

So it's like, four in the morning,

and he calls.

And I was so excited and so was Kevin, you know.

And he gets her on and he says,

Mrs. Taylor this is Kevin from Second Home.

I have your son Joey here and he'd like to come home.

She hung up.

- What about you, Trump?

You wanna talk to your mom?

- Yeah.

I'd like that more than anything.

I have to go to congress.

- Aaron's ready man?

Said he saw him partying with the corner boys

down on 5th and Madison.

- No way, he hates those junkies.

- Yeah, why would he be there?

- 'Cause it's far away from you dodes.

- You wanna trade spit little whore?

- Up yours.

- You should take a beat from your whore friend Moho.

You and me could do some parallel parking

for a bag of crack.

- Hey, leave the kid alone.

(blade clicks)

(thuds)

(screams)

- Kick his face in Trump!

Come on!

(grunts)

- Thank you.

Come on, let's get out of here.

You all right?

- Later dode!

- So I'm checking things out

up at 5th Street with Booker,

guess who pulls up?

- Who?

- Outfielder, your most hated team.

Twenty five home runs.

- No way.

- Yeah.

- I knew he was a bum.

- Booker got his autograph.

- You got a lead on the black BMW?

- He hears the same things we hear.

These kids know the guys out there,

they know what he does, they just

they won't stop.

- Yeah.

Bad for business.

- Yeah.

- God I hate this assignment!

- I hate feeling like a piece of meat.

- One thing about it here,

you can see a lot more stars at night.

- I'm sure, there are thousands of them.

In the city you can see what, five or six.

- Yeah.

Except at the observatory on the hill.

You can see so much more

when you're above the lights.

Aaron would take us all up there.

We'd sneak into the planetarium shows.

This one time,

they were having a show on the constellations, you know.

Their names and everything,

well Aaron didn't like them.

Said they were all warlike and weird animals.

And the names didn't mean anything to us, you know.

- I can't wait to meet this guy!

- He made up his own, you know.

- Constellations?

- Yeah.

He looked in the sky and

named star pattern after anything

that kept him from killing himself.

See those two there and the bright one?

That's cheesecake.

(both giggle)

And see that one right there?

That's baseball.

And that cluster over there is Ignatius.

That's a character from a book he liked.

And those six up over there

are Bruce Springsteen.

(both laugh)

- What's that one?

- That's me.

- I've, um, made up the couch for Judy.

- Oh thank you.

- Your room is...

Your room, Molly.

Maybe tomorrow morning, if Judy doesn't mind,

we can have a mother daughter breakfast.

- Oh no.

No I don't mind.

- We can go to the Bay and...

- And talk?

- Is that so awful?

(exhales)

I want you to stay,

but I don't know how to say it.

- Okay.

- Yes?

It's okay?

- Yeah.

(sighs)

- Goodnight Judy.

- Goodnight.

(slow music)

- Trump this is so cool!

- Ssh!

- Oh woah a fireplace!

- How'd you find this place?

- Keep your ear to the ground, man.

Hey, anybody want to take a bath?

- Hey, there's no soap.

- [Bonzo] I found some!

- You wanna... bubble bath?

(loud rock music)

(fire crackling)

- Well, I could get used to this,

how 'bout you guys?

- Man I'd make this place look so cool,

like something out of a Home section of a Sunday paper.

Then I'd let the word out on the street

that the door's always open.

- Yes!

- No junkies, no johns, no damn cops.

Just a place to crash.

- You think that kid Breeze,

was lying about Aaron being on 5th Street?

- Man I totally forgot!

- We gotta go down there.

- He's there.

I got a feeling he's there.

(door opens) (door closes)

- What the hell!

Get out!

Get out before I call the cops!

- Aren't you supposed to be out of town?

- Dode.

- Uh, here.

How much to move into this place?

- Your liver!

(crickets chirp)

- What?

- I'm going back.

- No, don't.

- As long as Aaron isn't at home

he's on the street.

I wanna be there.

- Don't lie, Molly.

You're running away from that talk with your mother.

You know it's better to deal with

what you're running from than what you're running to.

And you owe that not only to your mother

but to yourself.

Listen, I'll go, I'll find Aaron and bring him here.

You stay home.

- I'm going back.

You don't have to come.

(exhales sharply)

(intense music)

- Guess you're looking for more

than just directions, huh?

(locks click)

(intense music)

(suspenseful music)

- You look just like my son.

Turn around.

Let's have a look at you.

- I don't turn my back on nobody.

Well you're on my time now.

The going rate okay?

- Being?

- Seventy five a shot?

(suspenseful music)

(gun cocks) - Drop the stick.

You're under arrest.

- (Whispers) No, God no.

- I read stuff that says

I'm supposed to feel sorry for guys like you.

But right now I don't!

- Please, please, please don't do this!

You're gonna ruin so much.

- There's a boy named Aaron,

where is he!

- I don't know their names.

I don't know.

I don't know-

- Come on!

- I don't know, I don't know.

I don't know, I don't want to know.

Not before, not afterwards.

I don't wanna know-

- That's your problem

- Hanson busted the guy we were looking for,

he gave us a full confession.

- This means...

- Case is over.

Get outta here.

- Captain, will you do me a favor?

- Yeah.

- Call the Y and tell them to burn my stuff?

- You got it.

- Thanks.

- Did this guy, did he uh...

Well, is Aaron okay?

- I don't know,

on the night Aaron disappeared,

this guy said he dropped a kid off

that matched Aaron's description,

at 7th and 24th.

- Was he still alive?

- Man said he was but nobody's seen the kid since.

He could be hiding a block from here,

he could be a thousand miles away.

In any case, the department says

we've got greater priorities than

a lost runaway.

- But these kids, I mean, they need

someone to pull them through.

- Yeah, I know.

But these kids were here before this case,

unfortunately they'll be here long after.

It's a problem that you can't solve yourselves.

I know it's been tough guys.

Take a couple of days off, huh?

Clean sheets, nice dinner.

Time to go home.

- Hey.

- Hey where you guys been all day?

- Got a lead on where Aaron might be.

- You guys know any hangouts around 7th and 24th?

- Hotel Hell.

- Come on.

- There's no way he's holed up here.

He told us never to go to this place.

- It's just a squat for junkies and sick people.

- Severely haunted, man.

- I'm not going.

- Me neither.

- After all he did for you,

that's all you got for him?

- I'm going in.

- Me too.

(smashing wood)

(slow music)

- Hey!

We're looking for a kid named Aaron.

Anybody seen him?

He's got,

brown hair and it's cut pretty short.

Got a slight build.

He would've come in here about a week ago.

- [Man] Yeah, that dude got dragged in.

He's hurt.

- Well where the hell is he?

- [Woman] Try the honeymoon suite.

Down the hall.

- [Man] Roaches check in, but they can't check out.

- Aaron?

(intense music)

- Back up.

(door crashes)

Ah damn!

(sobs)

- He's dead, he's dead.

(solemn music)

- How long?

- A couple days.

I don't know.

- What do we do now?

(sobbing)

- Find...

Find a home.

(calm music)

- What are you looking at?

- Baseball.

(upbeat music)

(upbeat rock music)