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Two ounces of plastic explosive.

You could slip that into a stranger's
pocket, he'd never know it. You sit in a

can and think about somebody for seven
years.

They're no stranger, not Kojak.

In your sleep, you talked about him.

Ground your teeth.

For that pedometer, how does it help
solve my problem?

Well, it doesn't just measure how far
you walk.

You put it on a wheel, and it runs up
the miles, too.

Can I put it on the car in the garage?

No, I got a better place.

Goes off after ten miles exactly.

Figuring the radius of the tire, I got
the contact soldered onto the ten.

This goes up to ten.

Finito. Just like the timer.

But you couldn't use the timer, right?

Well, it's the church service thing

Who knows how long

Hey,

come

on if it's him

You wouldn't beat an old Dannemora buddy
out of a lousy thousand bucks.

This deal makes you sweat, doesn't it,
chap?

I suppose.

Just suppose the cops busted you.

I want to get tied to this thing. I want
to be out there so he knows it's me.

And he can.

I wouldn't talk.

Are you crazy?

Lieutenant Kojak.

Theo? This is Sophie.

Yeah, the nerve -wracked mother.

Yes, Sophie, what is it?

What it is is a rehearsal in an hour.
You coming?

This afternoon.

Can't they pretend I'm there?

Alexandra loves you and she's terrified
you'll miss the wedding.

Who knows? It could be a big bust or
something. You couldn't get free.

Okay, you pain.

I'll be there at one o 'clock. But look,
I'm not going to come to the real

thing.

Relax.

You don't remember me.

Are you kidding?

Ibbotson. Peter Ibbotson extortion.

You with your nose clean?

As a whistle.

Well, you better be.

Get back in that dirty little racket of
yours, you're in trouble.

Anybody looking for me, I'll be at St.

Basman's Church in the Bronx.

Okay.

Something you want from me?

You know, I thought a lot about you up
there, Lieutenant.

A lot.

How are you feeling, Lieutenant?

You feeling good?

Fine.

That's good.

And the family?

I hope the family's feeling good, too.
Get him the hell out of here.

And at this point, I will place the
crown upon your head.

The best man will exchange them three
times, and we will chant, O Lord our

honor them with glory and honor. O Lord
our God, honor them with glory and

honor. It's not too late, you know.

O Lord our God, honor them with glory
and honor.

O Lord our God, honor them with glory
and honor.

I want you to see for yourself.

A special car, special for the wedding
party. Do you know Jimmy here?

Guys, you know, he don't hang around
smoking when he's not driving.

He's got a little hand vacuum. All the
time, he's cleaning and polishing.

Every morning, through the car wash.

It's spotless. I know, Mort. That's why
we made that deal. Now, on the second

car. Not quite so costly, huh?

A new car for everybody else. Then we'll
squeeze him in somehow.

Mort, you're a sweetheart.

I'll see you later. Bye.

Hey, you're just sore because somebody
else is taking me to the movies now.

Nice looking family you got there,
Lieutenant.

Live around here?

No.

Hmm.

What are you doing here, then?

Well, it's... It's been seven years.

Yeah. The city's changed.

I was just, uh... Just checking a few
things out, that's all.

Are you objecting to my being here,
Lieutenant?

No.

Just as long as you don't accuse me of
police brutality.

Uncle Theo!

What is it, sweetheart?

Are you going to come with us to Papa's
restaurant?

Yeah, of course, you old swindler.
You're still putting the old imagine

conambientes, right?

That's an insult.

I'll have you arrested. Worse, I'll make
you pay for your dinner. You

understand? I'll be along in just a
minute. I just want to...

Who is that man?

I think I've seen him someplace before.

No, sweetheart.

He's nobody.

Absolutely nobody.

For a little time. Some guy downstairs
just dropped that off. Said it was

important. Okay.

a lieutenant of detectives, his wife,
Maureen, and their three children were

victims of a revenge craze.

April 12, 1931.

What is this?

Well, maybe I know.

Oh.

You know, Gloria, one day a Mountie on a
horseback is going to come along

singing, Ah, Sweet Mister, Your Life.

He's going to take you away from all of
this. Relax.

It's my kid sister.

I want to make that last bit. Try to
make it go straight, understand?

Yeah.

I want you to know we're proud of you
boys.

What'd they do, Coach?

Yeah, you got too many vices.

Where'd my deal go, Jack?

I mean, besides hustle a tourist trade,
break the laws, and poison your liver,

right? You don't get much of a tan
yourself.

What's with this guy, Ibbotson?

What's a Ibbotson? A Ibbotson? Well, a
Ibbotson is a big pain where I don't

a big pain.

I got busted with him about ten years
ago.

You know, uh, an accessory with that...

Switched wallet and a few other cons?

It was easy.

I was 19 years old. Anybody's going to
believe anything I say.

If you stop talking to me like a John,
I'll take my lollipop away.

He's in Dannemora, I heard.

Yeah, he got out three weeks ago.

Served seven years of a seven -year
sentence.

Refused parole twice.

Why? Well, this way he doesn't have to
report to the parole officer.

Can't be picked up on a hundred other
minor violations.

And I'm looking for her, sweetheart.

Why me?

Because you sent him Christmas presents
every Christmas?

Except this last one.

Because you knew he was getting out.

He wanted certain things from the
outside, certain kinds of candy bars

especially.

Didn't have many friends except for his
family, and then they were gone.

You know that they ran off after he went
up.

I didn't want him getting out holding
anything against me, not him.

Well, you better start thinking about me
the same way, sweetheart.

He phoned me once a couple of weeks ago.

He said he was out of work. He said he
had plans, seven years worth of plans.

He didn't want to do anything to foul
them up.

I don't know where he is. I didn't want
to know. We didn't do anything.

I can understand that.

If you find out where he is, you'll call
me, right?

Sure, Coach.

Davros, find out everything you can
about any cellmate that Ibbotson might

had in Dannemora.

If he was planning something, maybe he
shot his mouth off.

Okay, Lieutenant.

You're wonderful.

What's this, your lunchroom?

No, he ordered it for you.

Who's he?

Your friend across the street.

Saperstein's watching him.

I tell Saperstein to stay with him.

Why are you putting his hell on him? I
want to find out where he goes, what he

does, and who he talks to when he's not
bugging me.

Lab, this is Lieutenant Kojak, Manhattan
South.

Yeah, I'm sending some articles over for
a laboratory investigation.

Letter.

Ham and cheese on rye.

Tomato, pickles, lettuce, cheese, and
chips.

Hits, yeah.

How serious is this?

You see that creep out there?

You know what I called him for?

He was running the dirtiest extortion
racket in this town. A kid playing in

streets. Hit and run dire nails him.

Maybe he's killed, maybe he's hurt.

Ibbotson reads about it in the paper.

Finds out if any other kid's in the
family. So then he writes.

Sorry about running over Johnny.

For $500, I won't run over Jimmy too.

Real fucks. Real fucks.

And he let me work out of those areas
like Bedford -Stuyvesant, Harlem,

Harlem, where they know they don't go to
the cops.

You know, and they'd be afraid.

They'd think we wouldn't help them. So
they'd pay, and they'd keep paying.

And that's what kept Iverson in
alligator shoes.

And I nailed him on three counts. He got
the maximum.

Jarvis!

Don't eat this.

See if you can get a refund.

May I take care of your plane?

175.

Do you enjoy your dinner, sir?

You need something.

Chocolate. For the dirt.

With baklava, you mean chocolate?

You know any cops?

Yeah, why?

You need a cop?

How are you feeling?

What?

Feeling good.

Yeah, I feel good.

Hey, what is this all about?

Do I know any cops? Do I feel good?
What?

Call up a cop you know.

Okay? Tell him.

Someone was in here asking if you felt
good.

We just had a crazy milk for dinner.

You know, he was here before, Papa.

Remember last week? The night Father
Alexei had moussaka for dinner and we

talked about the wedding?

Yeah.

So, we'll talk to Theo.

It won't hurt. You go over there and
take care of the customs. Come on.

Like that, huh?

What? I don't like to bother you at the
job, Theo.

I know you're a very busy man.

But Alexandra, I don't want anything to
upset her before the wedding.

You're not bothering me. That's what the
police are for.

It's just some kind of a nut. Don't
worry about it.

But Eugene is taking her home.

Yeah, sure.

Okay.

Saperstein's still tailing Ibbison,
right?

Yeah, why? Is something shaking? Yeah,
he was just in my brother -in -law's

restaurant. Doing what?

Doing what?

Just putting the pressure on him.

I hate to do this to Sophie.

Sophie? Theo, how are you?

Oh, 48 hours.

My only daughter to be married. I'm a
terrific wreck.

Do me a favor, Sophie.

I want you to keep your eyes open for a
skinny guy. Why not skinny?

Medium build, middle 30s, dumb -looking
blank stare on his face, and he likes to

eat candy bars.

Oh, Theo, I've got so many things on my
mind.

Look, is there something you could send
me up?

Something like a mugshot on?

Mugshot, is that right?

A mugshot.

Uh, look, kid.

We got it covered pretty good here,
okay?

It's just with all the presents around,
I don't want you letting strangers into

the house, you understand?

Okay, good.

Good night, mugshot.

Ibbotson had three roomies in the cab.

Evans died last year. Wilson wouldn't
talk to him, thought he was a creep.

Henshaw got out six months ago. Wilson,
car theft.

Doesn't everybody?

Henshaw, Arson, Evans, suspicion of
murder. Picked up with high -powered

Look, Star, we'll see what we can find
out on stolen rifles, huh? Sporting

stores, whatever.

Since Jefferson got out.

Okay, Lieutenant.

What are you figuring, Lieutenant?

That could be his plan, couldn't it?

He gets his kicks from rattling me
first.

You got any idea how many guys are
planning to get me?

A hundred, two hundred?

A hundred, two hundred, huh?

If I put them all together, just to keep
an eye on them, I'd need the state of

Rhode Island. A couple of divisions.

This one's different.

He's cool. He just sits there. He waits,
right?

He waits and he thinks. I don't know
what he's thinking about.

You can't arrest him for that, can you?

Tweet, tweet, baby.

I'm a cop in a cage.

Just pass the word out, Lieutenant. I
mean, if you want out, you know.

Cool it.

Nobody else goes near him, understood?

Understood.

Hey, look, if you want to play potsy in
my neighborhood, that's all right. I can

take the area.

But I don't like you being too close to
my family.

I have a perfect right.

Officer, a family slain by berserk
gunmen.

You sent that to me, why?

Because I lost my family.

A wife.

Two children.

I don't know where they are anymore.

Maybe they're all without you.

Give it a shot someplace else.

You see?

You can't appreciate the tragedy unless
it happens to a cop.

Oh.

That sounds like a threat, Cinderella.

I'd assume the position. Turn around.
Now.

A threat?

You're wasting your time. I'm clean.

If you were born dirty, go ahead, turn
around.

How you listening?

I'm listening good.

If I ever see you near my family, I'm
going to have to punish you.

What do you mean you're going to have to
punish me, Lieutenant?

Huh?

You mean you'll kill me?

Huh?

Are you telling me that if I go places
in this city that you

disapprove of, you'll do me physical
injury?

Come here.

You like poetry?

Look at me.

If I ever see you near me or any of my
family, I'm going to scatter your brains

from here to White Plains, sweetheart.

Okay, okay, agreed.

Sorokin is the creepiest lawyer in the
city.

He defends ambulance chasers. But
Ibbotson had him on retainer, and you

right into his arms. He made a threat.

Well, none of the witnesses heard his
threat, but they heard yours.

And very shortly, there's going to be a
piece of paper down here with Latin on

it. It's called a writ, forbidding you
or any of us from harassing him in any

way. That means you can't tell him worth
a damn. Well, how come I can't get a

writ against him?

For what?

He asks how you feel?

He sends you clipping, which I don't
especially like either.

He buys you lunch.

He eats in a public restaurant.

Now, come on, Theo.

Before, we could pick him up for tossing
away one of his candy wrappers.

Now, even that's going to look like
harassment.

Okay, I'm on the hot seat.

But I'd probably do it all over again.

You know something?

Maybe his plan is a caper, and this
stuff with me is just until he gets it

together. But I'm going to tell you
something, Frank.

I want to stick it to him.

I don't want him laughing at us.

Ever.

Sweetheart, that's just what he's doing.

I got your picture.

Now be careful.

Hold on, I'll check.

Know anyone at this address?

It's my sister Sophie's place. Why?

Sabastie says Ibbotson's been kissing
you for the past hour.

All right.

Have Sabastie stay with Ibbotson all the
time.

If he needs any help, give it to him.
Right.

The servant of God, Eugene, is crowned
to the handmaiden of God, Alexandra, in

the name of the Father, the Son, and the
Holy Spirit.

It's part of the wedding ceremony, torn
in half.

Who are you calling, Mama?

I feel uneasy.

All right, good, good, good, good. There
are other pretty things you can do with

those. Thanks a lot.

You know, you can kill a guy with those
in just two seconds.

I've got a question.

Can we haul in a suspect for carrying a
concealed weapon if he's got them under

his coat?

Come on, will you, Crockett? Don't
bother me with that. Call the DA or

something.

I'm sorry.

Go, Jack.

Yeah, hi, Sophie.

We just got something.

Alexander found it in the door.

All right, tell me about it. In the
door?

With a name on it?

Well, look, Sophie, I just put someone
on you and Alexandra. I'll talk to you

later, okay? Goodbye.

What are you looking at?

Yeah, this guy Hiddleston's gonna be a
real drag.

Have a warrant, gentlemen.

I'm going to have a beautiful lawsuit.

I'm so sure. What are you going to have?
I'm clean.

I wouldn't keep a gun here if I had one.
I wouldn't keep anything here like

that. The man says he's clean. He
doesn't look so clean.

You don't smell so clean either.

Hey, what if we told you we had a
complaint?

The lady says you tried to hustle her,
huh?

Wouldn't be true.

You would want to tell that to Mrs.

Corinne Wilson, 478 East 217th Street,
would you?

Who's she? She's the lady who says you
called and said if you don't come up

500 bucks, you'd throw her other son out
the window.

I never phoned anybody by that name.
That could be your M .O.

Little boy falls out the window, eight
floors. It was in the paper.

Okay, we look around?

What for?

What for? Clues, man. That's what cops
are for, right?

Hey, Crod, take a look at this.

You're not the clean after all, are you?

James Wilson III, eldest son of Mrs.
Corrine Wilson, plunged to his death

an uptown apartment building late
yesterday.

Look at it.

You planted this.

You want to tell that to Lieutenant
Kojak?

You want to come to the station house
with us?

Or do you want to get lost, man? I mean
real lost.

I mean lost forever because this is how
we're going to hang you by your eyeballs

if you don't get off Lieutenant Kojak's
back.

Don't think we can't do it, baby,
because we can.

We'll have you back inside so fast your
underwear will have to take the next

train. You think about it, baby, because
your time is running out.

Think about it!

And stay clean, huh?

Only trying to help, Lieutenant.

Yeah, with a frame.

With a frame, right? Only trying to
help.

Nobody was trying to frame him,
Lieutenant. We were just trying to scare

of town, you know.

I see, maybe. You know how fast this
complaint came down this morning? He

probably had it in his lawyer's hands
and had it delivered then.

In the meantime, he's going to be
outside doing what he wants to do, and

be doing a fancy dance step in front of
the review board. It was dumb.

Dumb, you understand?

Dumb! What do you mean?

Come on, what do you got? I was in at
eight.

He was checking through the sheets.

And I find that two high -powered rifles
were stolen yesterday.

Where? Staten Island.

But it couldn't have been him. Something
was done. What does that mean, Emily?

What? I found it.

A guy in the Bronx got knocked off eight
days ago. He was in an arson.

I'm sure.

That's if it's a cellmate.

And I want you to call the 16th. I want
you to get everything you can on this

case. I got a patrolman bringing it all
down now.

Come on.

Very good.

You still practicing the bouzouki?

Yeah. All right, go get it for the
wedding.

Hey, Lieutenant, what time is the
wedding?

Eleven.

Ten.

That's a magic number.

I like that. Nine.

Round number.

Even four.

Here's everything forensic found at the
Henshaw emergency.

Cause of death slashed across the
trachea. Multiple punctures of the

Medical suggests a blade with serrations
on it.

Okay, the cigarette butts.

They found traces of saliva that matches
the victim's blood type. O positive.

The matchbook.

They traced it back to a joint where
Henshaw ate all the time. In fact, the

thing they haven't pinned to him is
this.

Sweet. The lab found microscopic traces
of caramelized sugar on us.

Henshaw was a diabetic, so it kind of
stuck out.

Candy bars.

All right, get a photo of Ibbotson up to
the 16th.

Have them see if anybody spotted him
around the neighborhood the night that

Henshaw was killed.

So what do we got, a firebomb in the
building?

Henshaw just wasn't into us, and he was
into explosives.

He had a piece of plastic squirreled
away.

Little piece, about this big.

Make a picture window out of the whole
side of this building.

All right, call the bomb squad.

We got an hour before the wedding. Check
every pew at St.

Basil's. Especially where my family's
gonna be sitting.

What about the reception?

Get them at Constantine's restaurant.
We'll have more time there.

Oh, yes, in the limousines.

Get a man to check them both.

And stay with them all the time.

Okay, Lieutenant. Got it.

Are we going to have a wedding or are we
not going to have a wedding? Weddings

we can have any time. Children we only
have once. We've got to take care of

them. Plum Squad says the church is all
clean.

All right. The front, the back, pews,
altar, everything, huh?

Everything. They even went through with
the dog that sniffs out explosives.

All right. You get in the back. Put
Thappenstein in the front. He knows this

Zippertsen. I want you to check all the
guests. Costa, you stay with him.

And have a good time, huh? Don't worry.

Go ahead.

Okay.

Gomez, how about the restaurant?

They're just going over it now.

And I want you to check the musicians,
the waiters, everybody.

I want you to make sure that creep
doesn't get in there.

Right. And who's checking the
limousines?

Stavros and two guys from the bomb
squad.

Okay.

The soap was abandoned.

My wife's old cousin.

They're clean.

Motor, gas tank, upholstery. Good. I got
four locks on the garage.

Nobody gets to it now.

This is my baby, understand?

I don't want to think about anything
going wrong.

Yeah.

Which one of these terror planes was for
the winning couple?

Jimmy's car, right here.

All right. He specializes in the
newlyweds.

Good. I'll ride with you.

Jimmy, get a wash, and this time get a
good one.

Lieutenant Gomez.

Yeah? Well, they even check the drums on
the piano.

Okay. Everybody comes in and out the
front door. Everybody.

Delivery men, florists, photographers.

Check them all.

Maybe this is all he wants. You miss the
wedding, everybody sweats.

Maybe. Anyway, from the church to the
restaurant, I'll be tailing behind the

limos. You, you stay slightly ahead.

All right.

Lieutenant, this is Stavros. Are you
picking me up yet?

Yes, Stavros.

Yeah, well, I'm in the car now, and it's
as clean as a baby's nose.

Okay. When you get here, you stay with
it. Outside the church, forget about

kissing a bride.

Right. Where you going?

To you, this car is clean.

To more, the flyspeck on the windshield
is thick. We got to wash them on the way

to every job.

Put up the ramp.

Nice and easy.

name of the Father and of the Son and of
the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

The handmaiden of God, Alexandra, is
crowned to the servant of

God, Eugene.

In the name of the Father and of the Son
and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

You love your mother and father?

What's that, Mike?

I said, would you put your mother and
father in this car?

You better believe it. All right, come
on. All

right,

turn around.

That's just what I want, Kojak.

Hold your coat, princess.

Serrated. Just like the knife that
killed Henshaw.

Hey, we got something.

Could be dry blood in here. The knife.

The fishing.

We don't make any plans, Junior.

The blood on there turns out to be type
O. The ball game's over.

I'm type O.

Type O and diabetic?

Henshaw was diabetic.

Let's see what the odds are.

Now, if you're the same thing, that's
one in 100 ,000. I want to see my

You're going to see a mortician if I
hear a bang -bang within 10 blocks of

My lawyer, please.

Get him in the car.

Don't hit him. Don't hit him. Get in
there. Get in there.

You lead the procession.

Starboard sheets with your eyes peeled.

Anybody on that street makes a move to
that limousine, you drive right between

them, you understand?

Okay, Lieutenant.

What's that?

What? What is it? A lick of gas?

No, that's water. Don't worry.

Water from what?

That's water from the car wash.

What car wash?

The car wash on the way to the church.

Call the bomb squad.

Hello, Central.

This is Stavros. Get a bomb squad down
at 146 on Linux right away. Get in front

of them and cut them off.

Look at that. What are you going to do?
Take time to change insurance cards.

Take cover.

10 -1, your command.

We got him.

Fancy that.

Now, you listen good, Yo -Yo, because
I'm going to tell you something for

cop that'll live under a threat from a
punk like you.

You know, maybe sometimes when you're an
old man, you'll be thinking about

getting out.

Don't think anything about getting even.

I want you to think about me.

Because if by some remote possibility
you get out, there's going to be a

150 -year -old man waiting for you.

And that little old man will be me.

Okay, Harry.

What happened to you? Everything okay?

Everything's all right. I got to go down
to the station house and book this guy.

I'll see you at the reception.

I'll go get my bouzouki.

Take him in the car. Wait for me.

Tradition, I gotta be the first to dance
with the bride.

Thank you.

Thank you.