of Joey Koldys?
Right here. Excuse me.
It's a typical 415.
- Four fifteen?
- Yes.
The body was found
415 feet from the car.
- It must have been a terrible accident.
- Yes.
But the crash didn't kill him.
This man died of a drug overdose.
Not only that, gentlemen,
but the quantity involved
was so massive
that it is my opinion Mr Koldys' death
was either suicide or murder.
Now, gentlemen, if you'll excuse me.
You know, Frank,
there's another thing about Joey Koldys.
He was a courier
for a major drug running operation
and a police informant.
I think he was murdered.
You think
he was killed because he was a stoolie?
Maybe.
He was always bragging
about all the big money he handled.
Maybe he got stupid
and tried to rip some off.
- Thanks again, Don.
- You're welcome.
Multiple bruises of the upper torso,
some indication
of cardiovascular failure.
Turning to the weather,
we have a cold front
moving in from the west
that'll bring us some showers tonight.
Now, here's the latest
from Neil Diamond
going out to Margot from Barry.
- Ed?
- Frank.
File on Koldys?
Yeah, yeah,
it's a complete detailed report.
Born 1942 in Philadelphia.
In and out of foster homes
till the age of 15.
Then he moved into Smith's home.
He wasn't happy there either.
Then he fought Larry Holmes.
Last known address
was a mobile home in Alabama.
Married, one child. That didn't work out,
so he married a grown woman.
I wonder how Joey
got involved with a dope ring.
He was a comedian
at a nightclub called Mr V's.
The place was a front
for a dealer named Veronica Rivers.
Unfortunately, our contact
in the organisation is gone now, Frank.
And what's worse is
we don't have a line on the supplier,
some guy called the Frenchman.
Until we get him, there's no sense going
after the little fish.
That's right. And to get the big fish,
we're gonna need some bait.
Can we get anyone else on the inside?
Well, there is a job
at Mr V's open right now.
Joey's.
Mr V's is a high-class operation
in the exclusive Shorewood area
that had launched the careers
of some of the biggest names
in show business.
Although alleged to be a mob hangout
by Ricky "The WeaseI" Saltstein,
we had no hard evidence
against the club.
I decided to put in
my application for Joey Koldys'job.
Madam.
- Excuse me. You the manager?
- Yes.
I'm an entertainer from out of town.
I hear you have an opening.
Sorry, pal, we filled it.
Nicky, where have you been?
Hurry up, will you? You're almost on!
- I missed the bus.
- Look, we already got an entertainer.
Why don't you come back
in a couple of weeks?
- You Nicky McBreen?
- Yeah.
- You're under arrest.
- For what?
For reproducing the accounts,
pictures or descriptions
of a major league baseball game
without the express written
consent of the commissioner.
- Okay, so I taped the game.
- All right, let's go.
I had a few friends over,
but I didn't charge them.
All right, a couple of bucks a head.
Hey! What're you doing?
Without him, I got no show!
What about me?
I'm hot and ready to go.
Looks like I got no choice.
What's your name?
Dewonderful. Tony Dewonderful.
Tony, you're on.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the Johnny Friendly Trio.
Well, I just flew in
from out of town and a guy in the airport
came up to me and says,
"Give me $5 till payday,"
and I said, "Well, when's payday?"
And he said,
"How do I know? You got the job. "
I got a bad back, you know.
My father has a bad back, too.
So I guess it runs in the family.
In 50 years,
I haven't seen him pick up a cheque.
But you know, seriously, I mean it.
We did come from a poor family.
The health department
wouldn't condemn our house
untiI we had it painted.
Anyway, seriously,
seriously now, seriously, hold it.
Hold it now, seriously.
Anyway, the gaI came back
from her honeymoon.
She was alone and her parents
welcomed her with open arms
and they said to her...
Well, anyway, the guy
looked up at