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Park over there. Leave the keys. That'll
be a dollar deposit.

That model you told me to spot?

Best in here now.

It's a real cream puff. Hey, Trey, you
could give a guy a heart attack.

You know, you give us extra work, Artie.
We didn't order no vinyl top.

You know, I almost burnt my pants.

Well,

I mean, it figures it's a hot car.

Push over.

proceed to Wingate Park.

Who found him?

Some kids phoned in.

Artie Fowler.

He used to love to play with cars, you
know.

Strip them, drive them, steal them.

Oh, well. What else?

Took one right through the heart. Never
knew it would hit him.

Must have been pretty close.

Yeah, but not around here. There's no
blood on the ground.

Why hit a small -time wheel man and then
go to all the trouble of dumping him

someplace else?

Not for money. Whoever hit him had time
enough to pick him clean.

Must have wanted his body.

Must have been somebody he knew, huh?

Now look.

When Forensic gets finished with him,
you go check his flat. Pull out his

sheet, and then check with the motor
vehicle bureau, see if there's a

that's in his name, huh?

And keep this under wraps.

I don't even want it to appear in the
obituaries.

All right.

Three o 'clock, just like you said.

How'd he deliver?

Yep, came through fine, just like you
said. Car's in the Bronx, all stashed.

How'd you handle our other problem?

That took care of itself.

Artie's got this cousin up in Vermont,
and he's on his way up there now.

Vermont, right?

Yeah. He said he'd call you in a day or
two.

Who'd you give this to?

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

You fired that gun.

Didn't you?

You killed Artie.

You answered me, Ray. Okay, all right.
No way. You said yourself. I never said

anything about killing. Look, you said
that he was shooting off his mouth. He

was going to blow the whole thing.
Right.

Steve, we don't want to go back to the
slammer.

That sweat on you, that's fear and
weakness.

You could drown in that stuff, Ray.

Oh, you're in lousy shape for this job.

Until this is over, you lay off the
booze, sleep right, eat good, tell the

others.

Now get out of here.

Take your gun and lose it.

I go way backward, Artie.

Almost to his hopcap days.

Sweetest little crook you ever want to
know.

I trust him with my mother, my sister,
but not with anything in my garage.

How much did Artie owe you?

Did I say he owed me?

And gee, every stiff that comes under
your joint owes you.

Two hundred.

Five bucks to eat on, to balance for the
ponies.

He was in that heavy, huh?

Educated guess, over eight grand.

Fat, I don't know. Nice waters. Is this
the local juice?

Hey, imported from the Bronx.

Hey, I just remembered about that 200.

He said he'd have it back to me by
Monday, sure.

That's right.

And this girl, the one he's so high on,
Maria, the model, she says to him,

what's happening by Monday?

And he said back to her, he says, by
Monday, the sun explodes.

The sun explodes.

Mr. Jellicoe?

Your long message? Pick it up, pick it
up.

Illegal to smoke up here?

Up here, it's okay.

Got your message.

We in business?

Nobody. I mean, nobody ever pulled the
kind of job you're figuring.

That's why it'll work, Mr. Jellicoe.

I dig your cover. Very original. Show
business. It's the laugh.

I run a spotlight.

I'm good at it.

But right here's as far as I'll ever
get.

Married? I was.

The alimony hurts.

So you figured a cockamamie heist. To
you, it's cockamamie. I say it's too far

out. The cops can stand there and watch
me, and they still won't believe it's

happening. You're green, raw, working
with a scratch team. Now, what do you

going for you nobody else has?

Everything I need to make it work.

Like what? I got a first -class wheel,
man. I got the truck and both sedans off

to the streets already.

I got two guys working on the
transmitter.

And I got someone inside.

Inside?

That's the key.

You know, the price you want for the
merchandise, we're talking big money.

It's from Mr. Jellicoe.

Macy, there's a lot involved here.

Don't let anything go wrong. The
organization I'm dealing with doesn't

mistakes.

I'm Maria Cranston.

I'm supposed to see a Lieutenant Kojak?

Yeah. Right through that door.

Come in.

Outrageous. Is that legal?

I'll vote for it.

Thank you for coming, Miss Cranston.

Maria.

I hope you don't mind.

I left this location with my answering
service.

No sweat.

Sure rotten timing.

I get the feeling my wholesome smile is
a little out of whack today.

You know, Maria, we put the lid on Artie
being murdered.

Yeah, you mentioned that on the phone.

It's important.

Sure, anything.

Are you new in town?

Only where work is concerned.

I'm this close to getting my second job.

But it took me three years to land it.

You know something, Maria?

You and Artie, that's one that I find
hard to tie.

Oh, well.

What do you do with a guy who says he
loves you, doesn't make one single

sends you valentines in July?

Did he owe you money?

No.

He was always asking if I had enough to
meet my bills.

As a matter of fact, the past few weeks,
he's been promising me the moon.

A windfall?

No.

I figured he was just bragging, trying
to impress me.

You know, Maria, we have reason to
believe that Artie was involved in

that cost him his life.

You mean it wasn't just bragging?

Did he ever nail down a time when this
windfall was supposed to happen?

No. No.

Just soon.

He, uh... Oh, yeah?

He said that this thing was going to
push the police right into the comic

section, that the whole town would be
laughing at you.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, sure, I know where it is.

Okay, yeah.

Sure thing.

I didn't even say thank you.

Hello?

Get the job.

Crazy day.

Crazy day.

We're just wrong on the page.

We need another 50 beans.

Jerry?

Yeah, well, it's going to be a bit more
like 60 bucks, Steve.

You couldn't spring for it? No way, old
buddy.

I bought 38 seats for Hal Prince's new
show. You know, I'm tapped out until I

can unload them. Really, really.

Hey, Ray, I ought to give you the keys
for this. He said he was going to get an

extra set made. No.

No, we'll hotwire him. That's okay.

All right, I got a paycheck waiting for
me at the theater. I'll go cash it.

Jerry, you stop by around intermission.
I'll give you the bread. All right.

Derek, does this job feel good to you?
Are you kidding?

It's going to be great.

You've got choice merchandise, in
demand, and an anxious buyer waiting in

wings.

Thank you.

I'm not the only one who gets paid on
Monday.

Marty's bookie was here, and he gets
paid on Monday, too.

Eighty -two hundred bucks.

Eighty -two hundred? From where?

His grandmother died or something.

Left him a fortune.

Excuse me a minute.

I was in school. My grandmother died six
times. Always during the World Series.

Yeah. We all have the same grandmother.

Who?

Something died in this water.

Can't the light not wind up with you?

What do you think, Frank?

Weekend job.

It comes Monday, they all split it up,
spread the cheer.

Look like Artie is on the block for
maybe 5 % of a hole.

He was counting on 10 grand.

Hey, somebody figures they're not a
quarter of a million, maybe more.

The day the sun explodes, that's Andrew
Gordon, Artie. Looks like he was

expecting a lot more than just enough to
pay off his debts.

New York's finest.

They're going to wind up making the
Keystone Cops seem like gravediggers.

That's what Artie told the model.

We're going to be good for lots of
laughs.

Half a million, maybe.

Sweet.

Without Ali biting into it, it's even
sweeter.

Ah, come on, will you, Frank?

You mean to knock him off for 5 % of the
take?

Just a thought.

Top of the head, Theo.

Go with anything.

I come up empty, too.

There are two things I do now.

Number one, I don't think we've got much
time.

And number two, I think I know why Ali
was killed.

Why? He talked too much.

Anyone see you going to Artie's place?

No, not even the landlady.

Let me see.

Let me see.

Oh, look at this.

Von Westella's perfume.

Texas Avenue, Customs Jewelry.

Led the first women's dance.

What about the 20 -year -old girlfriend
of Miss Cranston?

Model, nice girl.

Oh, sure, right.

Oh, nice girl. I'm running all the
numbers in his phone book.

These pictures, they look old.

Could be the family, I think.

You know that girl you mentioned?

Maria? Yeah, he's got hub pictures all
over the place. Yellow sheets?

No bulletin there. What about the known
associates?

Want me to run them down? No, not yet.

No surprises then, huh?

No surprises, but something a little
kinky.

The Motor Vehicle Bureau has a 58
Mercedes registered to Artie. But I

keys for two other vehicles.

And the code numbers tag him as fitting
a 72 Plymouth and a two and a half ton

Dodge truck.

Which are not parked in the
neighborhood.

Right. And Detroit provided the
information first for the...

Serial numbers and the engine numbers.

DMV's playing computer bingo. It should
have the license plate soon.

Right, and then we'll check the hot
sheet and see if the vehicles were

right?

I'm a firm believer in the work ethic.

Take a look at this.

Matt, I just glanced at it.

Is this just a street map or what? Look
at this.

Squiggly marks along the New England
Thruway. These X's.

And an imaginary at one o 'clock.

This is all written in the same type of
felt pen used in the book here.

Oh, which might make them the newest
entries. All right, let's check these

All right.

And these X's, two of them?

Check them out, too. Visit the
locations.

Notice around here we can dig up.

Take Stavros and Villano.

Arrange a stakeout at Artie's place.

Okay.

I just don't see you enough.

You know that's going to change, Liz.

Everything work?

You got any problems?

No, no.

It's all right here.

Nobody suspects anything.

Stop worrying.

This is your requisition.

All you have to do is remember to let
them open the locks before you make your

move. You drilled Carl on the frequency
codes?

He can recite them in his sleep.

Darling, it's a piece of cake.

You're a piece of cake.

I love you, Liz.

You know that?

I guess I really won't be sure until
we're in Hawaii.

Well, I got a handball game at the club
and then I got to check my calls.

Listen, lots of guys get cold feet the
second time around.

Forget about the ex, Mrs. Macy.

Have you?

Hey, honey.

You're crushing my requisitions.

Oh. Oh, we certainly can't have that,
can we?

What's the matter?

I have the map with you.

The map is gone.

Are you sure? Don't you keep that thing
locked?

Of course I keep it locked. It hasn't
even been out of the apartment.

Marty.

It had to be.

All the others got copies of the map.

He must have waltzed off with it after
the last briefing.

No, and the Knickerbock Athletic Club is
the only number I have on him. Well, we

have Llewellyn Morgan.

He's a news writer for a local radio
station, about 55 years.

Do you have anyone in his late 20s,
early 30s?

Well, that'd be Stacy Morgan.

Do you have an address on him?

Oh, that's very nice, Lenny.

All right, what do you got?

Artie's phone book, those numbers in
red. I've been calling him. One was to a

candy store, probably his bookie.

Then another was to Maria.

Then there was one for Morgan and the
Knickerbocker Athletic Club answers.

Come up with a Stacy Morgan. No yellow
sheet. Could be a phone. And it could be

legitimate. For your information, sonny
boy, most Americans don't have a yellow

sheet. Thank you. Would you keep
reminding me, Lieutenant? It's my only

into reality.

All right. What about the maps?

Any information on the echoes?

Yeah. One was on Tremont.

The other was near the Throgs Neck
Bridge.

We covered both locations. If there's
something shaking, it's invisible to the

naked eye.

DMV called on Artie's cars.

Both the Dodge van and the four -door
Plymouth were stolen three days ago.

Get Saperstein. I can get a court order.
I want a tap put on this Stacy

Morgan's, uh, calls at the Knickerbocker
Club.

Hey, what's with the lollipops?

I'm looking to close the generation gap.
Get out of here.

That was mine.

Done.

All right, kids. Make your wardrobe
changes and be back on stage for Curtin

ten minutes.

Let's move it. Come on.

Hey, you know how many tickets I

moved on this show, huh?

180. I told you. Listen, a few more hits
like this, man, I could become a

legitimate scalper. You know? I mean,
like a sideline after we score.

80 for the paint, right?

Yeah.

Is that the later distance?

Yeah. Listen, nothing about Artie.

Not even the obituaries.

That's a break.

Because I've got to tell you, we've got
a little problem.

I think Artie lifted my copy of the map.

When the cops find his body, they're
going to call him that dump he rented.

Jerry, sooner or later they are going to
find them.

Hey, wait a minute.

You're not going to lay that one off on
me, man.

I'm not going anywhere near Artie's pad.

Jerry, if they find that map, they might
just put it all together just when

we're ready to move. Right, and if they
find Artie, then we... But they haven't.

Saperstein called in from the
Knickerbocker. Check on Morgan's

home. What's that?

One call, Jerry Erskine.

Conversation went something like this.

Erskine said he needed ten more.

Morgan got teed off and said, you trying
to milk me, Erskine? Quote, unquote.

And what do you got? Well, there was
nothing local on Erskine, so I checked

Washington. Naturally.

Naturally.

Erskine Gerald, a .k .a.

Jerry Eastman. Two years armed robbery
in Michigan.

Released last November.

Lives here now. He's a ticket scalper.
Sporting events, Broadway shows.

He had a cellmate named Stephen Macy up
on a manslaughter charge, a car

accident. He's a member of IATSE, the
Theater Technician's... Theater's Movies

Projectionist Stagehand Center.

Yeah. His union job description is front
-lighting man.

Currently at the 48th Street Theater
with Happy February.

Stephen Macy, Stacy Morgan. That's a
crummy alias.

All right, I want a tell on him. Around
the clock.

What about us? You got an address on
him?

No, not yet. All right.

Keep trying. It wouldn't hurt to have a
man on him, too, you know.

I got a cousin on the force in Denver.

He says stakeout's his favorite duty.

I think retirement's mine.

Hold it.

Look.

Somebody's up there. You go call the
lieutenant.

I'm going on up. You cover the back.

I'm on my way. If he comes out, you tell
him. I'll catch you on the radio.

Stowers, he's cut on the back.

Come on, give me a heart attack. Come
on.

How's it feel to be a hero?

Tell Stowers to relax.

Is that yours?

Oh, yeah, my pictures.

Artie had a friend who used to get me
cheap copies.

Yes, Artie did give me the key to his
place.

Been there a long time.

Artie's got a brother in Oregon.

I thought of writing him a letter.

I couldn't find it in the dress book.

You can let me see that sometime.

What?

As a wholesome smile.

Okay,

you give me that, I'll give you this.

I'll get you a cat. Give me that.

Better go now.

I promise you, kid, right?

Take the rain checker. Good.

I'll shoot.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Go, go.

Somebody built the jungle.

Uh -huh.

Camouflaged the tenants.

I lost him after he got the bus.

Did you look at the bed?

The map wasn't there.

What map?

Well, the map you gave me.

I added Xerox and gave the originals to
Valano to put into Artie's room.

I wanted to make sure it was important.

That's all he was looking for, the map.

You know those exits, Tremont Place and
Frog's Neck Bridge?

You said if it signified anything, it
wasn't visible to the naked eye. Not

visible to us, maybe, but certainly
visible to Artie's killers.

I wonder what the hell they want.

All right, I give you this week's
mystery map.

You solve the riddle, win a two -week
trip to, uh... Oh, where do you want to

go? Home.

I wonder where it was you on on
Saturdays. Oh, let's see.

The lines drawn on the New England
Thruway begin around Pelham Bay Park.

I figured the Thruway is an escape
route.

Is the time on the side one?

What's that, a .m., p .m.? I don't know.
Well, that X is on Tremont.

The other's near Throgs Neck Bridge.

You sell bridges, you don't steal them.

There's nothing else there.

It's a .m.

What? The Broadway theaters are closed
on Sundays, right?

Macy's got tomorrow off.

So he makes the hit after tonight's show
and then spends his day off

celebrating. All right, you can figure
it that way.

Are you that sure it's Macy we're after?

No, I'm not sure. I'm not sure of
anything, but that's all we got.

Him and that Jerry Erskine, wherever he
is.

One thing I do know, whatever's coming
off is coming off this weekend.

I just have to keep my fingers crossed
and go with what we got. If I'm wrong,

well, that's the way the buckle of my
crumbles.

Then why don't you just pull my AC in?
What charge?

The face in the street map? Hey, this is
one cute cookie.

Very, very cute.

I've had a surveillance on it for two
days.

I can't pick him up for jaywalking.

Captain? Lieutenant?

It's coming off tonight.

What is?

Pick a card, any card.

Captain McNeil.

Captain? It's Hugh Jellicoe.

Him and Macy have been cozy now for a
couple of blocks.

Pretty heavy talk.

Just now, Jellicoe hands Macy an
envelope.

Is it thick enough for a down payment?

Better than my pension.

Macy's with Jellicoe. Hugh Jellicoe,
number one crime profile.

Numbers, prostitution, gambling, razzle
-dazzle. You know, we never nailed him

on a big one.

He just done 90 days on Rikers Island.

I wonder what he's buying from Macy's. I
wonder whose money.

He's got to have heavy backup.

Milano.

The figure Macy's action comes off
tonight. Hang with him.

I want to give him support.

Jellicoe's primed for something heavy.

We're sending in more troops.

I'll listen for the bugle.

Sir.

Lieutenant Krojak's office. I'm in
church.

For Lana, we lost Macy.

Remind him that the show must go on.

Hey, bubble brain.

He still has to work that light tonight.
Catch him at the theater.

We need more culture around here.

Macy's show isn't running tonight.

They're getting the theater ready for
the Tony Awards tomorrow.

Villano checked the union.

Macy's off.

Central to car 723.

Car 723K.

Car 723K.

Proceed to suspect department.

A uniform unit will meet you with search
warrant.

I'm on my way, Central. 10 -4.

Is this the wine you wanted?

Sure looks like one to me.

Yeah.

See?

Looks like he moved out.

He skipped.

Can't do that. He's got a lease.

Clues.

Who knows? Might have forgot to flush
the toilet.

Did this Macy own a car?

Who? Mr. Mace Morgan, whatever his name
is? No, he took the subway or a cab.

I see. Did you see him leave?

No, I was watching a game all afternoon
and dozed off.

Flat ginger ale in the fridge and that's
it. All right, check out the cab

companies. This guy had to be juggling a
couple of suitcases before he left.

I'll get it.

Hi there.

Yes, me.

Don't be a wise guy. What do you want,
Stavros?

Okay.

Jellicoe. He's huddling with a couple of
the Cha -Cha Sindicato.

What for?

Those wise guys already got a lock on
all the action in their territory.

Numbers, broads, narcotics. What do they
need that Jellicoe could sell them?

Here you go, Mike.

Revise schedule for tonight.

Hey, you mean anybody can rent uniforms
like this? Nah, you just gotta have that

showbiz look, you know?

Hey, look, it's my gun.

Hey, where's your brother?

Hell's all set. Just waiting for Liz to
show. You check out the gear? No sweat.

Relax, Steve.

We know how to set up a transmitter.

Okay, everybody.

Find your size and get into it.

midway point between Throgs Neck Bridge
and Tremont Avenue.

All right? So what do we got?

Excuse me, Lieutenant. What we got is
zilch. The biggest heist in the entire

area is a parking meter.

Here lives Detective Third Grade Angus
Duncan. He's 85 years old. He retired 34

years ago.

Crew dispatcher at Diamond Cab just
checked in. A guy fitting Macy's

got a taxi outside of his apartment at
710 tonight.

And where'd the taxi take him?

Garage near Hull and 204th Street.

Stover's here? He's outside.

Have him check it out. All right.

Lieutenant, I just talked to Stavros. He
says that garage has been vacant for a

year. Did he find anything?

Yeah, clothes. Like, they were just
dropped there. Men's stuff. Pants, ties,

shirts, some paint spraying gear, and
these big empty boxes from Martinelli

Costumes.

Costumes?

Costumes. Five empty boxes.

So that means Macy and Eskin weren't
alone. They got a couple of playmates,

right? Could be.

Don't call the squad, bro.

Chief, you can't run down the owner of
this Martinelli Costumes.

Find out what was in those boxes.

Right. Hold on a minute.

Hey, Lieutenant, you got a lot of skull.

All right, you, you.

That

means

that every unit in town is going to be
responding to this 10 -13.

It's time for the second one, Liz.

Central car 304 responding.

Liz, are you all right?

Yeah, I'm just worried about Steve and
your brother and the whole crazy thing.

Attention all units in the 37 precinct.

9800 block of Tremont Avenue.

A 10 -1 -3.

Officer needs assistance.

Hey, Lieutenant, all the other units are
covering that first 10 -13.

9800 Tremont. That X here.

That first call?

Shrugs Neck Bridge.

That X.

Now we've got a pickup coming over now.

It's all the action out there.

Central, this is car 311.

Stand at address, I guess.

Oh, that'd be a sucker.

The call's a pony.

Diversion. Here, put the two of them
together. What do you got?

That part of the Bronx looks like a
police cruiser convention.

That leaves City Island up for grabs.

The Pelham firing range.

Give me that location again, will you?

Yeah, all right.

Car 723.

Go ahead, 723.

It's a phony, all right, and it's
choking the frequency up here.

Acknowledged, 723. We have a fix on the
location of the transmitter.

Yachts are on the way. 10 -4.

They're coming this way. Stop.

Any cruiser or truck I'm in here pick up
delivery down at the loading platform

now

Okay, close it up.

He's dead Are you okay?

Yeah, you ever shoot a guy dressed like
a cop?

It's hard