All language subtitles for kojak_s02e06_slay_ride

Son of a gun.

There's old Steve Marley.

I thought he was dead.

I mean, I thought he drank himself to
death a long time ago.

Let's go over and say hello. No, wait a
minute.

I'd rather not.

Let's find a bar downstairs.

Steve makes me a little uncomfortable.

How about you?

You know what?

Okay. Okay.

What? Too much noise.

This place is too stuffy.

This scotch, it just don't make it.

I got something a lot better. It's real
quality.

Get out all this noise.

Take me.

Huh?

Beautiful, beautiful.

That good stuff?

Come on.

Come on.

Let's go over there.

Now look at it.

And that was the last thing Ruth saw.

Excuse me? Excuse me?

How you doing, baby?

His name's Stephen Marley.

This was pinned to his jacket.

Name tag? National Society of Industrial
Engineers and Designers. They're having

their convention in the hotel. He was in
the bar last night, lapping it up.

We're checking now to see if he had a
good friend, maybe abroad.

Then there's this.

One of the few things in his wallet.

Congratulations from the National
Society for the Grand Prize in Design.

Awards for the year 1970.

Important guy, huh?

Yeah. Just like Icarus.

Marley can't drink that of everybody.

There was one guy he could have left
with. Short hair, young looking,

But nobody remembers him good. The bar
was loaded and so were all the

The usual not so hot time in the old
town tonight.

What time did he go off?

According to the medical examiner, the
time of the subject's death was between

and 2 a .m. in the morning.

Constant use of alcohol is indicated by
hyperemia.

and irritative elements in the digestive
tract, mucosa.

You're kidding.

Blood sugar concentration at the time of
decease was 35%. 35%. Where's the

decimal, boy?

It's right here, front of the three.

Yeah, front of the three.

You can tell them what the difference
between 35 % is and .35, man. Forget

it. What do you got?

Last known address is West 60th Street.

How's that for a yellow sheet?

Drunk and disorderly, drunk and
disorderly, drunk and disorderly.

Dress for St. B &O, B &O. How many,
maybe 40?

37. First one started about almost three
years ago, skipped a month, and then

the guy never stopped. He was trying to
drown himself.

Intent to design it to bum in less than
a year. How do you figure that?

Give me that address.

And would you explain to him the
difference about the decimal point?

So I'm officially a widow.

Well, what do you know?

The boo's finally drowned, poor Stephen.

No, not exactly.

He went off a roof.

Oh, my God.

What was the last time you saw him?

Oh, let me see.

Six months ago, maybe five, something
like that.

I found him drunk in the hallway.

So I gave him a bath, a kiss on the
cheek and a ten dollar bill and sent him

his way.

I mean, have you spoken to him in the
interim?

About a week ago.

He called to tell me they were going to
one of those conventions they have.

Something he hadn't done in two years.
Make contacts.

Pull himself together again.

What was it that pulled them apart to
begin with?

I have no idea.

Suddenly he couldn't sleep, so he drank
to knock himself out.

I caught him.

Arguments, no explanations.

We screamed at each other. He left. He
came back.

He drank, and finally I had it.

I threw him out.

Why would anybody want to kill him?

Did someone do that?

Maybe.

Look, I'm going to need some names.

Some people in his past.

I'm not going to be much help to you,
Lieutenant.

If men friends from Skid Row are managed
to avoid, the old ones from before

would be at the convention.

As for his lady friend, however, I guess
I'm bitter enough to drop her name.

Linda Miller.

Over?

Is it all over?

Paul?

No, Shelby, it's not.

Not yet.

Soon?

He was, uh, mental, you know? He brought
books, like, uh, The Prophet, you know?

And, um... This is my beloved.

Oh.

So Linda with karma loves Stephen.
That's nice.

Oh, we discussed.

And when he wasn't drunk, we talked
about things.

Oh, like, uh, current events, the stage.

I really learned a lot from Stephen.

It was kind of his contribution, you
know?

Oh, yeah.

I used to just like to hold him.

And I'll tell you something.

Do you want me to tell you something,
Lieutenant?

Please tell me something, Miss Miller.

That's all Stephen wanted me to do.

Just hold him.

Until he got crazy.

Well, let's see. A man reads, this is my
beloved.

He likes to be held. That's nice.

Gets himself arrested 37 times.

Sounds like a man in conflict, Miss
Miller.

Tell me.

Here, juice.

One night he hit me.

One time and then out the door. Boy, I
never let him back in here again, you

know?

Well, how long did you know him?

I met Stephen two years ago. Maybe not
quite.

And he was around, I guess, six months.

How'd you meet him?

Louis, I think.

Louis who?

Louis O 'Reilly.

I've got his card here somewhere.

Let me see.

Lewis O 'Reilly.

Well, I shouldn't be surprised, but I
am.

Lewis O 'Reilly, industrial designer.

that display models wear bikinis,
evening gowns, or elastic bottom

The rate is $10 an hour. Tell her that.
She quits, she quits.

Okay?

Help you.

I'm Lieutenant Kojak.

I'm looking to locate one of your
convention guests.

Sure. What's his name?

His name is Louis O 'Reilly.

You don't want to locate Mr. O 'Reilly,
surely. You're investigating his death.

Oh, am I?

Two suicides in just a few days at the
same hotel?

I've been marveling the papers haven't
made something ghastly out of it.

Indulge me, miss.

I mean, people have accidents all the
time. People die all the time. And you

know something?

I never get to hear about them.

Late yesterday, Mr.

O 'Reilly was found on the pavement
beneath his room. He committed suicide.

Out of his window, lieutenant, from the
12th floor.

Lieutenant, yeah, but Mr. O 'Reilly here
claims he has an appointment with you.

Lieutenant Kocak, Mr. O 'Reilly. Thank
you.

Get out of here.

What happened to my brother?

Well, Mr. O 'Reilly, our records list
him as a probable suicide.

Oh, the hell with that.

There's no way I'm going to believe
that.

Oh, why not?

Lewis was a man eager to live.

He had recently met a lovely woman, and
they were planning to be married in a

month in Tucson.

That's where I just flew in from.

Is that where she is now, Tucson?

Yes.

He pushed my brother out of that window.

Mr. O 'Reilly, how well did your brother
know a Stephen Marley?

Stephen?

Fairly well. Why?

And has he been in touch with him
lately?

Not lately. I don't think so.

When was the last time?

After that last convention at the St.
Teresa, Lewis didn't mention Stephen

much.

Mr. O 'Reilly, Stephen Marley is dead.

Dead?

Early this morning, I'm sorry.

Oh, what an awful thing.

What a terrible, awful coincidence.

Hmm.

Myron Joyce, operator.

Are you sure you rang his room?

Okay.

Did he leave word when he'd be in?

No, there's no message.

Now, the guy I talked to says he can't
remember anything unusual happening.

Wrong.

You mean two years ago at the St. Teresa
Hotel?

Yeah. A jumper. In the unusual
occurrence reports of that week, a

St. Teresa Hotel on the night of
September the 17th. Right there where it

defenestration.

That means out the window.

Nice talking to you.

Enough already, okay?

Oh, you want a downer or something?

No.

Make you feel mellow?

No, no drugs, Shelby.

That's not my thing.

I gotta keep a cool head anyhow.

Maybe.

You're quite a guy, you know.

I respect you. You got dedication.

You're a strong human being.

I gotta tell you the truth, Shelby.

I'm scared.

I was scared of Nam, too.

Not about dying.

About killing.

That scared me.

Hey, you got medals. You are a terrific
soldier.

Somehow you get the hang of it.

You have to.

I don't know.

I think my sister Ruth was a very lucky
girl.

She never should have been killed, Paul.

It wasn't fair.

They had her all to themselves and she
was just a child. Stop it, Shelby.

Well, you're making them pay.

How much time do you have?

I've got to be finished today.

By tonight.

Is there enough time?

Paul, I'm talking to you.

On September 20th, two years ago, a
female Caucasian, age 22, fell or jumped

from approximately the 16th story to St.
Teresa's Hotel during the time that

some designers were having their
convention. How do you like those

Fell, jumped, pushed, what? Closed out,
fell or jumped, but it's all there. You

read it.

You know, it's hard to tell. It's St.
Teresa's Hotel. It's an old one,

A fire escape on the outside. She was
found beneath it. I thought you wanted

to read it. And during the time that all
these conventioneers were getting ready

to go home with their bloody merry
breakfast, not one of these good people

heard of the young lady. You ready?

This is crazy.

Some madman starts pushing people out of
windows two years ago, gets back on the

job again this year.

What's he got against designers? Oh, no,
no, no. She's no designer.

Just a simple, young, little housewife
waiting to join her soldier husband over

his knees.

Ruth Nelson, et cetera, et cetera, et
cetera, height, weight, next of kin,

husband, Paul, United States Army.

Yeah, he got compassionate leave from
his post in Germany. Returned there

after the funeral.

We got worldwide locators on it now,
getting a scam on him.

Maybe he can shed some light on her
death. Maybe she was a suicide.

Well, there's a surviving older sister,
Shelby Phillips, local address.

Maybe she was being shopped around like
Molly's mistress. What's her name, Linda

Miller? Hey, Frank, it's possible.

Husband far, far away overseas, huh?

Whose room? Was she in O 'Reilly's room?
What room? Like that.

It's gonna be pretty tough to find out.

St. Teresa's now a parking lot. You
gotta be kidding. This whole country is

information bank. Nobody throws away
records anymore. And besides that?

We got a room full of bright ones out
there. What's Ruth Nelson's sister's

Shelby Phillips, 668 Tremaine Avenue,
Brooklyn.

Yeah.

Yeah? Hello, I'm Lieutenant Kojak,
Manhattan South.

I'm looking for Shelby Phillips.

Oh.

IMC. Oh.

Well, can I talk to you for a couple of
minutes, Miss Phillips?

Please.

Come in.

Mm -hmm.

Thank you.

It's about your sister, Ruth. She fell
to her death two years ago.

Committed suicide, yeah.

Well, there have been recent deaths
under similar circumstances, and I kind

find it hard to accept.

Maybe it was an accident. I mean,
something other than suicide.

How could I know, Lieutenant? How could
even I be sure? I mean, I was

out someplace hooting around, and I came
home, and they told me

about my sister.

Do you want something cold?

Cold drink.

Oh, no, no. No, thanks.

In Switzerland?

What? In the Alps, skiing, a ski resort,
something like that?

Me? No.

That thing.

Well, I rent furnished, and it just came
with

things.

How about your brother -in -law?

My brother -in -law?

Paul. Your sister's husband?

When did you see him last?

Uh, at Ruth's funeral. The army sent him
home with some kind of leave they give.

They flew him home all the way from
Germany.

I know. I really do know. You see,
that's where that comes from. From Paul.

He visited there when he was stationed
in Germany. Paul sent it.

Still a G .I.? We don't keep in touch.
since the tragedy of my sister's death.

What do you do, Miss Phillips?

Me?

For a living.

I'm on call.

I substitute for secretaries who get
sick.

And I listen to music and wait for the
phone to ring.

Listen.

isn't the only record I have.

But, you know, sometimes you get, you
know, really stuck on something and you

don't hear enough of it, right?

What do you want?

Nothing.

Nothing.

It's all right, baby.

They killed Ruth, and what you're doing
is right.

I know.

Well, anyway, what worried me about her
was that little...

Yellow pillow. She said it came with the
house.

And then she remembered that her brother
-in -law gave it to her.

Why don't you taste it first?

Hey, that's good. It's a good coffee.

You gotta be kidding.

Well, anyway, she was smart enough to
cover up.

She figured that I knew that Garmisch
was R &R for German -based troops. She's

smart cookie to show.

But I spotted her for a user from the
word go.

You got a yellow sheet?

Two arrested for possession and one
parole for a cure at Lexington.

Worldwide locators on Paul Nelson.

He's alive and well and a master
sergeant and assigned to the 12th

Group stationed in Fort Benning,
Georgia.

He's an instructor with the Rangers,
just got back from overseas.

Yeah, how long ago?

Two weeks. He was stationed over there
for three and a half years in Germany.

Right now he's on a 10 -day furlough.

Where to?

They said he took a jeep and went to
climb rocks up in the Georgia mountains.

He's due back on post tomorrow morning.

So nobody knows where he is? No.

Well, I want to know.

Get a description of him. Get it out on
the street.

Especially around that hotel.

I'm already working on that. And the
army's sending it on the wire, too.

included.

Well, I want to take a peek at him on
the inside.

A complete psychological profile. A 24
-hour surveillance on his sister -in

-law, Shelby Phillips.

Just in case he decides to deliver
another little yellow pillow.

Oh, are you comfortable?

Who made the coffee this morning?

I don't know.

Must have been Saperstein.

It's pretty good.

Saperstein? Later for Saperstein, I was
a little musty, but I made the coffee. I

followed the directions on account to
the letter.

Oh, with your own razzle -dazzle?

What do you mean you were musty?

Well, going through all those cartons in
the cellar.

They gave me a brownie to help, but she
wore a smock.

Who gave you a brownie? The holding
company that owns the St. Teresa Hotel.

They were very cooperative. They gave me
a brownie.

They pointed me to the cellar and said,
go.

Was it worth it?

Oh, yes.

Lewis O 'Reilly, registration card, two
years old.

Lewis O 'Reilly, address, phone.

Checked in September 20th, 1972, room
1506, single.

Daily rate, $35, I'm going blind.

Bill of charges to Donald Calder, 670
Central Park West.

Write that down for me.

670... Donald Calder. Turn the card
over, Lieutenant.

Due to lack of facilities, room shared
by Myron Joyce, Chicago, Illinois, no

charge.

Are you looking for the list of persons
at the convention?

Yeah.

I already checked Myron Joyce's name
against it.

And? He's registered at the Aurora.

But he's not there.

He went out with some group to check out
some factory.

They said he'd be back later this
afternoon.

Oh, you're finished. Fantastic.

You know, I think I'm your biggest fan.

You can't reach me here.

I'll be with Donald Calder.

I want to talk to this man in choice.

Okay, Lieutenant.

O 'Reilly was a

dear friend of yours, you said?

Hmm.

I didn't see enough of him only when he
got to New York or business took me to

his part of the country.

His death was a shocker.

But the reason I'm here, Mr. Calder, is
the fact that two years ago you picked

up this tab at the St. Teresa.

At the convention, yes.

Curious you should even mention that.

You see, I admired his talent and his
conversation, and it was my pleasure to

pay his way.

Are you in the same business?

I manufacture toys and games, and Lewis
did some work for me.

Well, at that convention, did you see
Lewis then?

Oh, yes. I picked him up at the plane
and we had a couple of lunches.

That's about it.

On the night of September 20th, did you
see him then?

I'm sure I didn't. I never go out
nights.

I bring whatever foolishness I need
right into here.

Do you know a Stephen Marley?

Marley? I think we met. He's a friend of
Lewis's. Why do you ask?

He died yesterday morning. He was pushed
off a roof.

Oh, that's pretty scary, isn't it?

Why is that?

Two men, friends, to die the same way so
close in time.

One final question, Mr. Cawdor.

Did you know a Ruth Nelson?

No, I don't know the name.

I'll let you get back to your guess.

If I can be of any help at any time,
please don't hesitate. I'm mostly right

here. I'm going to remember that.

The description of Paul Nelson just came
over the wire, and the photo also.

Uh, they're already on the street.

What about the psychological profile?

Yeah, they sent that, too.

He has a pretty high IQ.

He's quiet, a good soldier, a hell of a
mountain climber.

Pretty much a balona, like that.

I see.

Nothing kinky?

No, not on paper.

Look, I'll be back around three.

If Myron Joyce calls, tell him I'm on my
way to the hotel.

You remember me, don't you? Are you
kidding?

You're in half of my nightmares.

I'd stay away from high places if I were
you, Myron.

Lewis is dead. So is Steve Marley.

You think I don't know that?

You think I'm not going crazy trying to
figure out if this was because of what

happened at the St. Teresa Hotel?

Listen, I think I'd better just go to
the police.

I wouldn't do that.

Look, I'm frightened.

What do you think I should do?

Get out of town.

I can't do that. Not till tomorrow.

I've got too many commitments.

Then protect yourself. Be careful.

Well, is that what you're going to do?

Something like that.

Pardon me. You got a match?

Oh, sorry. I don't smoke.

How you been, Mr. Quimley?

You miss Seattle?

No, not at all.

Yeah? John Quindemeyer. From Seattle.

Hey,

what is it?

Who are you?

Paul Nelson.

Ruth. Yes, Ruth.

I was married to Ruth.

I did nothing.

I was there, but I did nothing.

Now listen to me. Just listen to me.

Just listen to me.

I can tell you what happened.

I can tell you just what happened. I
know what happened.

Ruth died.

My God, it's Myron.

Myron Joyce.

Oh, my God.

What's happening at this convention?

What

about

Paul, Nelson?

Well, the pictures are all out.
Everybody's looking for him.

He's got to be our man, Frank.

So far, nothing, nada. But he's an army
ranger. He's lethal. His profession is

to kill. Since he's due back at his
outfit in the morning, we'll have him

returned for questioning.

If he shows.

I suppose his job here isn't done. How
do we figure this guy out?

Two years ago, he was away in the army
in Europe, okay?

Now we have this convention at St.
Teresa's.

Maybe Ruth was hired to display
toasters. Who knows?

But anyway, she finds herself up on the
16th floor.

mixed up with a bunch of guys who got to
go back to the office with a story for

the boys, right? The booze, the broth,
and who nailed to it. All right, so Ruth

is in one of those rooms, more than one
guy with her, maybe three.

There's O 'Reilly, Steve and Molly, and
maybe this last guy, Myron Joyce.

Now, something happened.

She ran down the hall, and the next
thing we know, she takes a 15 -story

Yeah, who knows what they were doing to
her.

Maybe she was coming to us.

Falcom's home on compassionate leave,
attends her funeral, and gets back to

Germany? And two years later, our same
buddy boys are having a convention.

So he figures whatever they did to my
wife, I'm going to do to them.

Yeah, but if we marked it a probable
suicide and closed the case out, how did

find out different and how did he know
who was in that room?

Oh, Frank, I just ran out of theories.

Excuse me, Captain.

Yeah. Lieutenant Crocker and Saperstein
just checked in, in case you want to

know. Oh, well, I'm always interested in
the day and the lives of Crocker and

Saperstein, Stubbers.

Well, they were doing a tale on Shelby
Phillips.

She was cruising, so they were cruising.

Cruising what?

Seventh Avenue.

Seems like she's got a frailty.

She checked in at the Admiralty Hotel,
you know, that fleabag on 37th?

With a customer.

Still in there, Lieutenant.

Maybe she'll score enough for a fix.

Hey, there's the John.

Saperstein, you tail him.

He could be a messenger from Paul
Nelson.

I got it.

Careful now.

Hey, Lieutenant, she's flagging a cab.

Let's see where she's gone.

She's heading uptown.

747 to Central, over.

Central to 747, go ahead.

Paul Nelson, subject under surveillance,
seen entering 668, remain.

Request backup immediately.

747, out.

10 -4, 747.

Central, all units in the vicinity of
668, remain.

Get at 747, requesting backup.

Hey, Lieutenant.

Yeah, looks like she made a score.

It's the fuzz, baby. Open up.

What the hell do you want?

No time to flush the juice down the
tubes, baby.

Look, so you're saying get out, huh?

It might take a little time. It all
depends on you, Shelby.

Why don't you come back?

Why don't you be really beautiful and
come back? I have ten minutes.

What happened at the St. Teresa Hotel?

Two years ago at the St. Teresa Hotel,
what happened?

Oh.

Look,

I can't talk to you now. I really can't.

Were you there, Shelby?

Which I had to be.

Otherwise, how would Paul know exactly
what happened? You know something, kid?

You're the missing link.

I'm going to die, you know that.

Talk to me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

All right, what else?

What else?

Wait.

Look,

whatever you want. I mean, whatever you
really want. Just come back.

They tried to rape your sister, is that
it? And then she ran.

They chased her and then she ran and
then she fell.

products like that?

What else?

I went up to the room with the man.

O 'Reilly's room?

Only there were others there.

And finally, just me.

Uppers and downers and amos and
whatever.

And she walked in.

hit me but it was okay she kept on
hitting me and

hitting me and hitting me and screaming
and the

men who were in the fire escape trying

to stop her

Stay with us, Epstein.

Is Calder in?

Yes, sir. You call him. Tell him
Lieutenant Kojak wants to talk to him.

Yes. Mr. Calder, this is security.

There's a Lieutenant Kojak wants to see
you.

Tell him to come right up.

All right, Lieutenant.

Anybody with him?

Yes, sir. I guess we'll come in with
him. What did he look like?

Very tall.

Big man, kind of blonde.

Not Paul Nelson.

You should know.

You killed my wife.

No, no. I'll shoot you out on the roof.

I won't do that.

You're going to die.

Maybe not the same way, but you're going
to die.

Hold it, Nelson.

You won't kill him.

He'll buy his way out.

Do you know what he did?

He's the last one.

I have a right.

He's a murderer.

We'll take care of that, Paul.

Shelby.

Ruth's sister.

She saw it happen.

She can tell you.

You can trust her.

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