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I want about ten thousand words with
you.

What do you got?

Forensics got the street and the car.

We're waiting for the medical examiner.

Is Gino now?

Yeah, he's been here for about five
minutes.

He's really shook.

He's so shook he can't stand.

Him and Donnelly were partners for over
12 years.

Tom Donnelly.

They never made it find a cop.

Looks like a small bore, handgun,
automatic.

Lieutenant, I'm Officer Garcia.

I heard the shots.

Nobody's come forward.

Sorry, Gino.

Where were you when it happened?

I was in bed.

We split early, about six o 'clock.

Tom said he was going home.

Who'd want to ace him?

I mean, why, Theo? Why? We weren't worth
on anything that hot.

I mean, it was far loft height, sure,
but we weren't breathing down anybody's

necks.

I can't see. I can't see why the need to
blow Tom away.

I don't see it.

It had to be a hit. Something come out
of the past.

Come on, Gino.

An experienced officer, 18 years out of
force.

Hit twice at point -blank range on a
side street in lower Manhattan.

Almost dawned. Didn't even get a chance
to draw his own weapon. That sound like

a hit to you?

What do you want from me?

If I knew the answers, I'd give them to
you.

You may have the answers without knowing
it. Get back to the squad room. Put

everything you know down on paper.

Anything and everything. If you consider
it important or not, go ahead.

Lieutenant Kojak, just a minute,
Captain.

Officer?

I want you to check out everybody there
in that crowd. Names, addresses, set of

appointments to have them interrogated.
I want you to make a house -to -house.

Check on tenants, superintendents,
barmaids, bartenders.

I want a complete history on this block
by tonight.

Officer.

Just table that.

What the hell does that mean?

Not my idea.

Here.

Open it up. It's been dusted.

There's a hundred of them.

$10 ,000, Theo. They found it on
Donnelly.

$10 ,000, Theo.

Let's talk to Chief Burke on the phone.

Feels that since Donnelly was one of
your men, that maybe you're not the

to head up the investigation.

Now, look, I'm not ignoring 27
departmental commendations, Lieutenant,

unfortunately, intelligence, industry,
and courage don't rule out the

possibility of dishonesty. Now, you
look, Chief.

We've known Tom Donnelly from the
beginning. He's given his entire adult

the force. He can't defend himself, but
I damn well can.

And I'm not about to sit around and let
the only thing he left behind go down

the drain, and that's his reputation.
Who's talking about his reputation? This

is no kangaroo court. We simply want the
facts.

How do you explain the $10 ,000, Kojak?
I'm biased, Commissioner.

Tom Donnelly was a friend of mine. I'll
let the killer explain it. I respect

your loyalty to your friend.

But this concerns the integrity of the
entire force. If the press discovers a

case of suspected police corruption is
being investigated by the suspect's

former associates in his own unit, I can
read the editorial in the Times now.

Well, who gives a good... Commissioner,
what about the funeral?

Papers will expect an honor guard with
the mayor attending, commissioner's

paying his last respects.

I mean, whatever else, Donnelly is a
slain cop.

What, an inspector's funeral?

Under the circumstances, I don't see how
that's possible.

The burial services are Tuesday. The
Internal Affairs Division won't have

completed its investigation by then.
Commissioner!

We must allow Tom Donnelly's body to go
into the ground to sign it.

I want those two days.

If I find that my man was suspect of
anything, I'll be the first one to blow

whistle with IAD.

But I want those two days.

All right, Kojak.

Whatever you need, whatever you want,
ask for it.

If anyone in the entire department fails
to accommodate you, call my office.

There'll be no release to the press.

No decision as to the nature of the
funeral.

Until Tuesday.

After that, it's your funeral,
Lieutenant.

All right, let's get with it.

Saperstein, there's going to be an awful
lot of people coming to pay their last

respects to Tom Donnelly and to try to
console his widow. I want them all

questioned discreetly.

Donnelly's recent behavior, his mental
attitude, new acquaintances, anything,

but I do mean discreetly. Now, look,
man, I know this is as painful to you as

is to me, but it's got to be done if
we're going to clear Tom Donnelly's

reputation for the few of us who still
care.

You better tell that to Lieutenant.

Lieutenant?

Prince Forensic has got a preview for
you. Yes, Prince.

Yes.

Well, that's what you call one cool,
neat widow -maker.

Thanks a lot.

This guy.

He picked up the expended cartridges and
he took them with him.

Stavros, you pick up everything in Tom
Diley's locker, have it examined and

catalogued.

Everything. Bank books, statements,
anything that bears investigation.

Here's the key to the evidence room. I
already imparted it. All right, Swanson,

you'll be present at that examination. I
don't want anything missing. You

understand? Wait a minute, Lieutenant.
What is this?

I'm not Donnelly's partner, Lisa. Hell,
you're not.

When one man in this precinct comes
under suspicion, the entire unit becomes

Donnelly's partner. Now, look, we got
two days to polish his badge and ours.

Because on Wednesday, the Eternal
Affairs shoe flies, they're gonna be all

us, like a groom on a honeymoon.

And let me tell you something.

We all better be virgins.

or have a pretty good story.

Now, go ahead.

Crocker? Yes, sir.

I want the tax returns and the bank
statements on Donnelly for the past two

years. Lieutenant, Sunday.

Well, you make a leave at Friday and
have somebody at the bank agree with

Right on.

Look, Tracy, I want all the names, the
present whereabouts of these guys that

Alicia and Donnelly have been examining
for the past two years.

And you, Flanagan, for the same period
of time, pick up the files and use paper

clippings from Central Research. Go
ahead.

All right, get more muscle on the desk.
We're on full 24 -hour status through

Tuesday. Call communications for an
additional switchboard and an open line

the 6th. Call all divisions. Tell them
we have a priority call on all manpower.

And if you get any feedback at all, you
call the commissioner's office.

Done. Deal.

Here's the prelim or tops.

Now, let me just hone that in. The full
report should be in by late this

afternoon.

Why do you want to put yourself through
all this?

Why not let the shoe flies take up the
dirt? That's what they get paid for.

They do the same thing for you, Al.

I've been retracing the last month, step
by step.

I keep looking for something, anything.
There's nothing.

Now, listen, I can't believe that
anybody would want to blow Tom away

because, listen, even the mugs he
collared, you know they liked him.

What about the case you've been working
on?

Those Furloff burglaries.

How long is that been dragging on now?

Well, maybe 15 weeks.

18?

Hey, well, you guys aren't exactly
Batman and Robin.

They narrowed you for a quarter of a
minute ever since you caught the case?

Wait a minute, wait a minute. This isn't
amateur night at the Apollo.

These floaters are organized.

And they're foxy.

They got themselves an out -of -town
fence we can't even trace.

And they keep switching their M .O. on
us.

Our last two stakeouts came up empty
because we were babysitting one place

they hit us someplace else.

Do you ever think they might be staking
you out, Gino?

Ever think of that?

What are you driving at?

Well, you and Tom Donnelly have been
partners for 12 years.

When he needs a commission, you get
heartburn. What are you saying, Theo?

are you saying? What I'm saying is ten
big ones, baby, that can buy an awful

of stakeouts. In the right place, in the
wrong place.

Relax. Take it easy, Gino.

Lieutenant, you all right in there?

Yeah, I'm all right. Just taking a
statement from Detective Alifi.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I'm sorry, Gino.

I just had to know.

Okay, okay.

No hot feelings?

No hot feelings.

No hot feelings.

Gino, I'm going to need your peace.

What are you talking about, Theo?

Well, you're all steamed up, you know. I
just want you to take off a couple of

days until we get things squared away.

Theo, the guy that killed Tom planted
the money on him.

Planted?

10 ,000 balloons?

Do you know?

If someone wanted to frame you or Tom,
all they need is 1 ,000.

Okay, okay, okay.

But you're still gonna need me to lay
out Tom's S .O .P. for you. His

informants, his whole bag of tricks.

Theo, please listen to me.

I knew Tom better than anybody.

And if he was into anything, I'd be the
first one to tumble, right?

That's just it, Gino.

You knew Tom Dunley better than anybody.

And they're going to begin to wonder
about you, too.

That's why I got Benchy.

For your sake and for Tom's.

All right, all right.

Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

Gino.

Keep in touch with Sergeant Vine.

I want a tail put on Gino.

I want to know who he talks to.

I want to know where he goes.

I want to know where he is every minute.
The same kind of surveillance you'd

give any other homicide suspect.

Theo, not Gino. I mean, you can't
possibly think I want to believe it.

But if Tom Donnelly wasn't on the pad,
then somebody set him up.

And right now I got a very narrow field
to pick from.

Hello,

Theo.

It's a terrible thing.

How's Master here?

Well, everyone faces these trials in a
different way. I came to comfort her.

She's comforted me.

She's in the kitchen now, making me a
cup a day. Thanks, Father.

Hello, Theo.

You look like you need a good cup of
tea.

It's orange peephole.

He was a good cop.

And after 24 years, he still liked his
work.

I don't feel he told me someday that
this would happen.

New York is a dangerous place, and I
believe him.

Poor Gino.

He must be taking it hard.

Yeah, well, I've given him a couple of
days off.

They were practically married.

Gino was grounds for divorce.

Well, it's Tino.

Batch?

Tom was carrying $10 ,000 in $100 bills
when he found him.

No.

My God, no, he wouldn't do that, Theo.

You know that he wouldn't stand still
for a payoff I'd suspect you of at

Well, you know it's been known to
happen.

He wouldn't know who to go to for it.

What about last night?

Well, it was no different than any other
night.

He telephoned about six to tell me not
to wait dinner. He and Gino were working

late.

Gino wasn't with him?

Hey, Madge, I thought I'd ask you.

Was there any sign of another woman?

No.

Poor Tom.

Not even that.

Ten thousand dollars.

Could have had a lot of women in good
times with that.

Theo, I wish it were true.

I wish to God he'd had ten thousand
dollars worth of good times before he

He deserved to have one jackpot.

Theo, I'll tell you why he was out at
night alone.

There was nothing for him to come home
to.

We hadn't really been men and wife for,
oh, six months.

Ever since Jack dropped out of the
police academy.

Tom blamed me for that.

Why did he blame you?

Because he thought I was putting ideas
in Jack's head about something better in

life than being a cop.

I did.

about Jack dropping out of the academy.

I didn't expect Tom to take that on.

By the way, where is he? I thought he'd
be here with you.

Oh, he's coming.

Father Dugan called him. He'll be here
just as soon as he can. I still think it

was a kid. I expected him to be living
at home.

Oh, no, he's taking some of those
courses at CCNY, and he got an apartment

the village last week so he could be
near his classes.

Personal effects from Tom's locker room.

Tools of the trade.

Thank you. Thank you, Theo.

Thanks for coming by.

Hey, Miz.

If you ever need anything... Thank you,
Theo.

What is it, Theo?

I don't know.

What if the money wasn't for him?

I mean, suppose he needed it for
something else.

Suppose he needed it for someone who was
close and dear to him and in serious

trouble.

Jack.

But what kind of trouble could he be in
when he hasn't even got a girl?

And anyway, he wouldn't go to Tom for
help. He had too much pride.

It was bad.

Just grabbing at straws.

Got to get.

What was his height?

Where can I find this woman?

I know, but I got to have a little more
than what you're telling me.

Just a moment. Hold on, please.

Hello.

Hold on.

Hello. Any

word

from Garcia on his interviews?

No, so far so good.

Crocker, let's call for Donnelly's
financial statement.

They show a current balance of $2 ,400.

That's it?

That's all we're able to uncover.

$2 ,400.

That's about a C -note for every year
he's been on the force. He could have

better on welfare.

Well, there was something else, sir. Two
days before the murder, he made a

withdrawal of $300.

What are you looking for?

Look at the serial numbers on the bank
notes we found on him.

One hundred hundred dollar bills and all
but three are sequentially numbered.

What do you think of that?

I don't know. I don't know either. But I
got a hunch.

Squadron. I asked you to put a tail on
Gino.

Hmm? Where are they?

Let me call you back.

Lieutenant, you can take at least his
piece away from him. You can even lift

shield. But you can't keep him off this
case.

Because he wants to clear Tom's name and
nail the killer worse than you do.

Well, just tell me where he is.

He's up at the 6th helping Officer
Garcia.

Unofficially. All right, Sergeant.

There's no need to break into a sweat
over it. Just get him on the phone.

Oh, Sergeant.

You can save the taxpayer's money.

Take the tail off Gino. That's stupid.

Get him on the phone, huh?

Ron.

What do you expect to get from him,
Theo?

Braun's a shallock, right?

To Tom and me, he was just a mouth for
hire.

Yeah, but if Donnelly needed bread, lots
of it, and he didn't want Mads to know.

10 Gs, Theo. 10 Gs. Right there.

Hold it. Hmm?

I'm not talking to you.

Well, that's what he contracted for.

Only what he hadn't figured on was that
Braun, that pinstripe shark with the

doctors cut up front.

Yeah, he'd do that.

Braun would do that.

Forcing Donnelly to run to the bank for
300.

But for what, Theo?

10 grand.

For what? Well, there's a question that
Braun can answer for us.

Only when you bring him in.

Man, I've seen how condemned buildings
are in better shape than this. Repeat

last statement.

Easy, Gino. You're bending the threads.

Come on.

Come on.

Hello, Coach Jack.

Would you pardon me for not rising?
What's not to pardon?

I figured you wanted to talk to me.

One of your men was getting somebody's
gravy, and you wanted to know who was on

the give.

Am I right?

For how much?

Do you, Kocek?

It's on the house.

Sad Claus himself.

That is, if I find out anything.

He's a real philanthropist.

Well, anyway, I don't waste cops.

Oh, don't you?

Not even if they're any of a heavy
dough?

Braun, come on.

You'd bust your mother's arm in three
places if she lost her subway token.

Your jokes are getting stale, Kocek.

You need a fall guy.

Don't go poking in my garbage.

I'm alibied.

I know. You're out dedicating an office,
right?

Hey, I'm a businessman.

You think I'll lend 10 G's to a cop on
inspector's pay?

How'd you know it was 10 ,000?

Huh? Come here, Betso.

You want two patrol cars sitting outside
your fancy house on Long Island for six

months? What would the neighbors think?

So you tell me.

How'd you know it was 10 ,000? You think
you're the only heat I talk to?

It's all over the department.

All of them are getting itchy.

Want to find out how to apply for
Donnelly's job.

Who wouldn't?

Look, Fatso.

Take a good look, huh?

You just bought yourself a lifetime
supply of insomnia.

Now you get your fat cockers out of here
before I book you violating the

ecology.

Ten big ones.

Like the man says, what shark's gonna
loan that amount of money for a cop?

So if you couldn't borrow it, you really
only had one other way to go. I gotta

find out what would bend a straight
arrow like Tom Donnelly.

What could come down that heavy in his
life?

Something was bothering him.

I don't know what it was, but it was
something.

He wouldn't explain it, he wouldn't
discuss it.

12 years together.

It was like we were just introduced.

He just lost interest, Theo. I don't
know why.

But it wasn't any fun anymore.

How long?

Six months?

Yeah, how did you know that?

Ever since this boy was flopped out of
the police academy.

One move out of you, pig, and I blow
your head off.

Now we're getting out of here.

It's a good way to get yourself shot,
Casey.

Look at the sign on the wall.

Another officer got killed doing just
that up in the 17th last summer.

All right, everybody, take a break.

Theo.

Hi, Toby.

Heard about Tom on the radio. You
handling it? Yeah.

I need your help, Toby.

Sure. Anything I can do?

Well...

I want some information on Tom's son,
Jack.

Why'd he drop out of the academy?

Just insufficient interest. I guess the
kid didn't want it badly enough.

Toby, I got a dead cup in my hands.

He's a friend of yours and he's a friend
of mine. Now, both Tom's wife and Gino

told me he was a changed man after it
happened. Why?

What'd you expect?

An only son.

You always wanted that kid to be a cop.
It's natural he was shook.

Shook, okay.

But six months later and Tom Donnery
never came unshook.

Now what are you trying to hide? That's
Jack, why don't you? Because I'm asking

you.

It was a morals charge. We deep -sixed
it for his father's sake.

Don't you think you better elaborate?

Another rookie registered the complaint.

Theo, do I have to draw pictures?

He had a skeleton rattling in the family
closet, huh?

Have you talked to his son?

Well, I may have to sooner or later.

But I figured I'd hold off.

Look, Max, in case I'm wrong, I don't
want to involve the kid.

Well, you're right. He's been through
enough.

I'm going to match both.

Anyway, I'll see him at the week.

Yeah.

I'll sign it later.

Go on, Vine.

Hit the squad up at Donnelly's Flowers.

Put the lieutenant and me down for 20.

Right.

So we got the scenario for a shakedown.

Now, all I got to do is find out where
Tom Donnelly got all that cash and for

whom.

You got a rumble?

A little one.

Those furlough burglaries that Gino and
Tom were working on, 18 weeks and not

one arrest.

No, you could package that with the
wraparound deodorant and still come out

a stink.

Any brands of yellow?

Let's see. The fence would have netted
close to 200 ,000 bananas.

Yeah, it'll be worth it to them, all
right.

But was it worth it to Donnelly, Theo?

To sell out the badge to a gang of
boosters in order to finance a shakedown

payoff just because this kid's
homosexual?

Oh, I don't know, Mac.

You know, I'm not his father.

All I know is that internal affairs will
be swarming all over this case come

Wednesday. Well, I .A .D., it won't hurt
so much. It won't be personal.

Mac,

Tom Donnelly's a friend of ours.

You're a cop, I'm a cop.

What does that mean?

We got to call off the game because we
don't like the weather?

You're right.

Absolutely.

Division commander. I'm talking like a
boy scout.

Because it's smart, Snack.

You know something?

I would have laid book on Tom Donnelly
any price.

So would I.

So would I.

I think Gino knew that he was in on it.

My money says no.

The problem is it's the same book I
would have laid on Donnelly.

I should have listened to my mother.

She wanted me to become a priest.

Yeah, you would have been great in the
confessional.

Bless you.

I assume you got a plan.

Yeah.

Well, Gino promised to put me away with
a squeal who tipped him on the furlough

of robberies.

What's squeezing him going to buy you?
Might get a name on the guy who greased

Tom. Maybe even get a name on the guy
who killed him.

Hey, we're supposed to be solving a
homicide, right?

But if you're right, Theo, we're paying
an awful high price to solve it.

Yeah, Sammy, quiet down.

You're going to hurt yourself.

Huh? What are you doing?

What, you want something fast?

You come any closer and I start to yell.

I'm not going quietly to let you cover
up for Donnelly.

I was going to hurt you, Sammy. I just
want to answer some questions. Put that

thing away, will you?

Now you can stand up, sit down, anything
you want. Just be careful.

You keep away from me. I'm not talking
to you.

Don't you know I can put the cuffs on
you and drag you downtown as a material

witness? So put that thing down.

Yeah, and then I get blown away trying
to escape, right?

Could have shot you in self -defense.
What's this, a bagel?

Huh?

Not a real short fuse, Sammy.

I think Tom Donnelly's dead.

But that doesn't mean that you're next,
does it?

You're going to make him a dead hero.

But you figure knowing what I do, you've
got to kill me first to make it thick.

Who wants to kill you?

But tell me why.

I tipped Donnelly and Gino on those
furloughed burglaries they staked out.

My scam was right on. It was bona fide,
confidential.

I mean, no one else knew till I told
them.

Someone sent you with the wrong
information, and then they hit the other

Sure, and my mother's a gypsy princess.

Look, somebody leaked on Brain. It sure
wasn't me.

Look, I got enough trouble without
dealing bad scam to the heat.

But believe me, my information was right
on the money.

Always, 100 % before.

Yeah, well, that's what you say.

Where'd you get your dips?

That's all I need, you know.

You make them friends with my friends.

Look, I'm trying to live to be 23.

Come on, give me a break.

A name, Sammy.

That's all a name.

I want the brains behind the eyes. Man,
I don't know.

Then how did Donnelly get to him? Or
better still, how did he get to

It was not through me.

Look, it's not a lie. I swear to you, on
my mother's grave, it's not a lie. I

don't know.

My friends, they only work for him. I
want that name, Sammy.

And I've got until tomorrow.

I hate to have to keep coming around
here.

I mean, you're friends. They might get
the right idea.

And look, I'm your biggest fan.

I'm rooting for you to make 23, you
understand?

Don't disappoint me.

Let's go, Gino.

Sammy here's got work to do.

Here, could you go?

Don't cut yourself.

I don't think this is the time or the
place to talk about what kind of a

he's going to have, fellas. I mean, it's
a very distressing situation.

I knew Donnelly well.

Family.

Fine officer.

Very fine man.

Lovely wife. Child.

Oh, very distressing business.

Great loss.

Have you paid your respects, Theo?

I don't see Jack around.

He hasn't arrived yet. I'm a bit
worried.

Thanks, Brad.

Hey, Bill.

How are you doing?

Hey, Bill. How are you?

Claire, will you wash that coffee? I
want to talk to Theo about tomorrow's

arrangement.

Well, Theo, what's it to be?

Is Tom Donnelly to have his inspector's
funeral?

Or is it to be the side streets and the
rented hearse and a carload of friends

to see him as far as the cemetery?

Well, it's all up in the air, Madge.
It's still undecided.

I see.

And should I park the body in the
freezer, do you suppose, while they make

their minds?

I'm sorry.

I'm doing the best I can.

I'm sorry, Theo. It's not that. It's
Jack.

He hasn't even been to the house.

And I don't know why, Theo.

He and his father had some sort of big
argument last week, but that's no

Not now.

Now that Tom's dead.

Theo.

I'll see you in a minute.

It was Elysium. It's home.

Somebody iced Sammy Marino.

You were at the, uh, La Culebra?

La Culebra.

You with him? Aye.

You were together?

Yes.

A relative?

Yes.

All right, I'll tell you what I want you
to do. Stick around, because I don't

want you to get too far away. I may need
you.

All right, stick around.

What do you got so far?

He left the bar at 4 a .m.

I think it was about 4 .30 a .m., which
is as far as he got.

Stopped by an ice pick.

Workman found him on his way to work.

He didn't see anybody.

How about that dude over there with the
patent -letter pump -a -door?

The relative.

He identified the body.

Where was he when the ice pick fell?

Sandro, come here.

What is this, man?

What you want me for?

Where were you last night, Sandro? Late.

Tell me.

Taking care of business, man.

You know.

La Culebra. The Viper. West 18th Street.
An after -hours joint.

What about Sam? Tell me about Sammy. Was
he a friend, a relative?

A mariposa?

He may be your friend.

I don't know, man.

He's maricón.

Pagola.

Sammy Moreno.

Informant, bartender, and Tommy's kid.

Both of them $3 bills.

You stay on it here. Keep in touch with
Vine.

All right,

kiss off, Goldilocks.

Your porridge is getting cold.

Mitch told me you enrolled at CCNY.

What's this here?

The campus candy store?

Hey, you call me Lieutenant.

I went over to your apartment first
looking for you, and then it struck me

a bolt out of the blue, pow, that you'd
be here along with Sammy Marino.

But he was interrupted by a very sharp
instrument.

That's quite a turnout at the wake.

Big turnout.

Everybody's asking for you. You're
missed.

What's the matter, Sonny?

Can't stand to see your old man
stretched out in a coffin?

I understand. I understand. Oh, I
understand.

I understand your father's dead.

And already he's a graffiti gag on
subway walls.

I also understand he's dead because of
you.

No, that isn't true.

No?

Then what happened last week with your
father? I understand you had harsh words

just thrown out of the house.

Remember that?

What was that about?

What was it always about?

It wasn't Joe Namath. It wasn't good
enough for him. I couldn't handle that.

It was an assault on his manhood.

And if you're saying that's what killed
him, you're wrong.

No. It hurt him. And I can understand
that, being brought up in a tough Irish

neighborhood.

What killed him was the $300.

That's something I sold your father
short.

I should have known better. He wasn't on
the take it. He wasn't on the give

either. You see, the money was still on
him, all $10 ,000 of it. If the killer

had the composure to gather up his spent
cartridges, he had time enough to

snatch your father's wallet.

And there's only one explanation.

Whoever killed him didn't know he had
the money on him.

Come on, you want to take it from there,
Jack? I don't know what you're talking

about. Why don't you just leave me
alone, huh? Just leave me alone.

Because I'm down to the wire, sonny boy,
and I've got no time to fool around.

Yeah.

Very touching.

Very, very touching.

I'd be more impressed if I thought those
tears were for your old man.

Do you want to nail the man that wasted
your father?

I don't, don't you even care?

Of course I care. I care.

Then why don't you finger him? Because I
can't.

That argument was over the money, wasn't
it?

Yeah, he found money in my bedroom.

He wanted to know where I got it from.

I told him there was a man, a
respectable businessman, a wealthy man,

a closet queen.

I've been shaking him down.

He looked at the money and he asked me
if that was all of it.

I told him that was all of it except for
$300 that I'd spent.

He put the money in his pocket and he
walked out of the room.

And I never saw him again after that.

That was it?

He didn't tell you what he was going to
do?

No.

And you couldn't guess?

No. You told him the man's name?

Yes. He kept after me until... And yet
you couldn't guess what he would do

No! He wanted the name so he could
return the money.

That's what he was doing alone in the
village at that time in the morning.

That's why he withdrew $300 of his own
savings.

That's why he went in, not at the ready.

And you have no idea who killed him.

Seeing as close to him as you and me.

Two shots at point -blank range.

I don't believe it.

He wouldn't do that. He couldn't do
that. Well, not if you're telling the

about shaking down a John.

Only we both know different, don't we?

You had to explain the money somehow,
and the truth would have put you behind

bars along with your friend.

So you told your father one story could
square with his policeman's conscience,

and your father figured he could square
things by returning the money.

And that's what got him killed.

I didn't know. I swear to God. You
didn't want to know.

That's the difference between us. The
difference between you and me. I did.

It was you tipping the gang off to those
police takeouts, passing along

information you'd somehow managed to
finesse from your old man's duty

That's what put all that bread in your
bedroom, right?

Your father turning up like that spooked
your friend who didn't even wait to

learn the reason for your old man being
there. He just blasted away.

Hey, why speculate?

Let's ask him, why don't we?

No.

No.

Listen, I did wrong. I'll take the blame
for that.

Okay, but don't ask me to give you his
name.

I'm asking.

You referred to it as my sickness.

as if a massive dose of penicillin would
take care of everything.

Where'd he get the sanctimonious moral
judgments from, huh? 24 years in the

force. Who the hell is he?

Just a cop.

A cop.

Has a father, a husband? I don't know.

Failure, disappointment, maybe? I don't
know that.

But there's one thing that he never
failed.

And he never disappointed.

His badge.

And what's he got to show for 24 years?

A clean record.

I'm asking you, kid.

Your friend's freedom?

Or your father's honor?

Think up your mind which it's going to
be.

That's Paul Kimbrough, 428 Blinker
Street.

Yeah, and San Gino. He deserves at least
that.

And the cavalry.

Right.

How many did you say were up there?

At this time of the day, I don't know.
It's hard to say.

He has a ring.

Middleman.

They, uh, peddled stolen goods. He
bankrolls the jobs and his ring handles

turnover.

Jack!

Hey, Jack! It's Edgar, one of the gang.
What do I do?

Relax.

What are you doing standing out here?
Are you auditioning for Sunstroke?

Come on. Paul's in one of his bad moods.
Uh,

you better get upstairs and calm him
down.

Okay, sure. I was just going.

Ciao, kids.

That's what I call a dandruff problem.

Paul, it's me, Jack.

It'll take all day.

You stay here.

I don't want to see two Donleys buried
in one week.

You going up there alone?

I don't have a choice.

The enforcement will be here in a
minute. Now you keep a lookout.

I told you to stay down there. I forgot
to tell you there's a window to the

roof. You can get away.

Breathe.

All right, give it up,

Timberl.

You haven't got a prayer.

Is this the piece you wasted time with?

There should have been more of it.

Come on, come on, get up.

Get up.

Take it easy, I'll do the talking.

And get an ambulance.

They shot Donnelly's kid.

In a solemn graveside service this
morning, a crowd estimated in a

paid final respects to Detective Tom
Donnelly.

Donnelly, a 24 -year veteran, leaves
behind a wife, a son, and a record of

public service and bravery which will
long be revered by his department.

Among those at graveside were the mayor,
the police commissioner, and comrades

from all five boroughs.