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Taking 50 ,000 cash from a business
account without attracting the attention

the IRS is not a simple matter.

I never hired you to do simple matters.

Just to make them look simple.

Got the lead out?

Well, look at me. Look at the little
numbers.

Look till you find... What?

I won.

Yes.

I want to report a shooting.

That's Seymour Hayward, Mr.

Tyrone's footkeeper. He was here when
the shot was fired. Mr. Hayward, this is

Lieutenant Kojak.

How you doing?

He's been working for him a long time.

Four years.

Real sweetheart, huh?

As a matter of fact, he was anything but
a sweetheart.

You know, this year you've been involved
in more real estate scandals. There's

got to be at least a hundred
dissatisfied customers on the Jersey

do they call it? Mosquito mansions.
Gorgeous. You sure know his books, don't

you, Mr. Hayward? Any outstanding
deaths, you know, monies coming in,

I couldn't comment on that.

Not without going over everything very
carefully.

That's what you'll be doing for the next
couple of days, Mr. Aylward.

Lieutenant? Yeah. Excuse me.

Now, the shots were fired from the roof
of that building across the street,

Lieutenant.

So far, we have no witnesses and no
prints.

Now, I picked up these shell casings,
and I checked them out with ballistics.

They say they came from a .223 M15
rifle. That's very good.

You have to be very steady, don't you?

How's that?

That must be...

200, 300 yards.

Can't be nervous.

You must really have made up your mind.

It takes a special kind of
determination.

It takes a special kind of nut.

Or a pro.

But either way, we'll get him.

Lieutenant?

It's Captain McNeil for you, sir.

Here, Frank.

Theo, I've got a terrible coincidence.

Remember Sergeant Devine? Duke Devine?
Sure. Retired. Nice guy.

Well, the nice man is dead.

Somebody shot him out of his house on
Staten Island about two hours ago.

Would you believe it?

We've got two snipers running around the
city.

What do you got on it?

Nothing yet.

Just the shells came from an M -15.

Hey, Frank, what's worse?

Two armed loonies or one who's on a
rampage?

That's exactly the kind of gun that
killed Tyrone.

This troubles.

What possible connection could there be
between Devine and Tyrone?

Yeah, what can I tell you, Frank?

You got me. Good.

morning, Mr. Corso. Get me Lou
Handelman. He's on the line.

Mr. Handelman, he'll be within just a
second.

You read it, Lou. What are we going to
do?

What's to worry about?

There's no way we can be connected with
Tyrone and Divine's death.

They're gone.

Webb is doing us a favor.

Lou, Lou, shut up and listen.

Divine covered himself just so we could
never cut him off.

to be sent in case we bump him off. So
maybe it's on its way right now with our

names in it. Everything we've been
paying him to shut up about. Who's got

letter? His wife.

No, no, no. I don't think she ever knew
he was on the take.

It's got to be his lawyer.

Now, I understand that's Tom Nolan.

I don't figure Nolan is going to look
for trouble and open that letter

but he will take it to the police unless
you stop him. Lou, don't worry.

This is the DD -5 in the Jack Wiggs
case, two and a half years ago. That's

right.

Prominent restaurateur gets bumped off
on the New York State thruway handle of

Saratoga. Duke Devine handles the
investigation. Right.

On 1031, a below -signed detective
interviewed one Thomas Tyrone of 275

35th Street who could offer no
information in this case.

Well, that links Devine and Tyrone.

You know, I checked DeVine's logs,
Frank. Six days he worked on that case.

this is all that went into the record?
Come on.

I hate to say it, but there was Duke.
Four months away from retirement.

Probably with his hands out for the very
first time in his career. He breaks the

case and he doesn't tell us. I don't
want to believe that, Theo. I don't see

it helps us.

Well, suppose DeVine and Tyrone were
blackmailing a third party.

Jack Wick's his murderer, huh?

He could have gotten tired of paying and
killed them both.

I don't know yet, Frank.

But nobody bumped him off because there
were a couple of angels, that's for

sure. DeVine.

I can't stand this.

His wife.

Such a lovely woman.

I promise. If I'm right, Frank, I'll do
everything I can to keep her from

finding out, okay?

We all make many compromises. I've been
thinking about that a lot lately.

Limitations.

How old are you, Miss Green?

Um, early 20s.

Wouldn't you like to go to South America
for carnival or maybe Australia?

There's three men there for every woman.

Maybe a chorus girl in Vegas.

It's crazy, but it's fun.

Well, I can't do everything.

Look at me, Miss Green.

I'm 55 years old, and I've done nothing.

That man yesterday, he didn't let
anything stand in his way.

He wanted to kill, and he did it.

Well, I don't want to kill anybody.

That's insane.

Um, anyhow, I've got to catch the phone.

Oh, Miss Green?

Yes. You address the mail that goes out?

Yes.

We set a checkout to ABC Consulting
every month.

You got the address on that?

Yes, sir.

ABC Consulting.

For what?

A plant.

What an unusual idea.

You really think so?

Hello,

Tarzan. Here, this is Jane. She loves
you. Watch out. She's married. Don't go

lifting her tender little leaves.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Oh, excuse me. It's a little shabby over
there.

Lieutenant. Yeah.

Who loves you?

All right, boys, coming through.

Lieutenant, check in on Duke Devine.

After retiring, he opened up a couple of
companies.

Ibex, Security Systems, ABC Consulting,
all at the same address.

2381 Decatur Avenue.

Do you have any partners?

I don't know.

Well, where do we go find out, Crocker?

Ah, Fatso.

Cheers. Happy birthday.

See ya.

Now, where's the fireplace?

An awesome responsibility.

Got a wife and two kids, Counselor. And
an envelope in your pocket.

Right? You're Duke Devine's lawyer. We
know that.

What are you talking about?

Jane got it with you. We go back
upstairs and get it. Or maybe we just

kids until you give it to us.

Hand it over.

No! Now all we do is shut up about this.

Give me that.

Did he shoot you?

Somebody get a cop.

No.

Hey, wait.

Wait, wait. Get out of here.

You can't do this.

We'll get you three. This used to be a
mail drop and nothing more.

This is some sweet... Police!

Seymour!

Now what's a tidy little bookkeeper like
you doing in a dump like this?

Cuff him, Crocker.

Let's see, 25 years, an accountant, all
of a sudden you decide to go play

detective. A word.

If my head was a pinball machine, you
know what you'd read here? Tilt, baby. I

ain't buying it. I'll be honest.

You and Devine, you were siphoning money
from Tyrone's company. He found out

about it and you shot him. You've got to
be kidding. I could never do that.

That's a great alibi, saying you were
there when the shot came. What'd you do,

fire it, stash the rifle, run back
upstairs to the office and call us?

I don't even know Devine. How could we
be... Come on! Two years ago, Duke

caught a murder. Jack Wicks, big midtown
restaurateur.

Tyrone's real estate company bought
Wick's restaurant after his death.

Devine investigated.

He went through the books. He met you.

That was Devine. That was Devine.

In 1951, you were in the army for three
months. How do you know that? Who the

hell do you think we are? You weren't by
any stretch of the imagination an

excellent marksman, were you? Well, as a
matter of fact, that was the only thing

I was good at. All right, so after you
killed Devine and Tyrone to cover your

,000 a month, you went back to Tyrone's
mail drop to make sure that your name

wasn't anyplace. No, that's not it.
That's a lot of...

Now if you knew me, if you knew my life,
you know I couldn't even think of those

things. I couldn't even keep a family
together.

I got a wife, a kid someplace, she's 20
or so.

She always wanted me to get out of the
city. She hated it.

But I had clients, you know, steady
work.

It's hard trying to start over again.

It's risky.

All right, once more, pal.

Why did you go back to St. Kate Avenue?

Look, I know how I talk. I know how I
sound to myself.

Me, it bothers me.

This sniper, I've never been in anything
like this before.

It's fascinating to me.

Our receptionist, Miss Green, she wants
to hear me talk to her about it. Why did

you go there? Lieutenant Kojak, he told
me to look through the books and look

for anything that was a little odd or
off base.

There was a payment to ABC Consulting
for $2 ,000, but nobody ever said what

was. And I thought maybe I could find
out that it was a payoff or maybe find

your killer for you. I don't know. I
just did it. I never just did anything.

Can't you understand?

Lieutenant,

we went through his apartment.

The most dangerous thing we found was
his landlady.

She's a shrew.

She says that at 5 .15, when Duke Devine
was shot, she saw him leaving his

apartment. Probably on his way to his
office, like he says.

Mm -hmm. Okay.

Oh, right.

Yes, sir.

I want you to reconstruct all the
characters that were involved in Jack

murder.

Okay, I'll do that.

Oh, look, Mr. Hayward.

You know, if you want to change your
life around, okay, but do us all a

Don't go playing cop.

Yeah? So tomorrow morning you go back to
your books, and if you find anything

interesting, you pick up the telephone,
and you call Manhattan South, okay?

All right.

Now go on.

with this police brutality after all
these years, Frank?

I don't know.

You know, maybe he was not the only
misguided yo -yo.

Maybe the sniper's looking to settle a
case that Duke freaked out on.

All of which leaves me with one glaring
question.

Outside of who our executioner is?

Yeah.

Like, just who's next in line for his
particular brand of justice?

I had to get in.

I couldn't wait for you. What are you
talking about?

Who are you?

There's a doctor on the first floor.
Don't move.

It says here you're Tyrone's bookkeeper.

How long?

You.

You killed him.

Answer me.

Four, five years. I forget. I don't
understand.

Two years ago, he was putting together a
real estate package.

My father wouldn't sell his building.

Then he was killed.

Tyrone bought the building from the
bank.

First Manhattan Trust.

$232 ,000.

Two years ago, August, I think, the end
of the month. Who else was in on that

deal? A group of silent partners.

I sounded that detective.

He knew.

He covered for them. That wasn't hard to
figure out.

The men who killed my father, they
bought their way out of it.

I go to the stockade because I didn't
want to kill anybody else in Vietnam.

And they kill, and they get rich, and
they get away with it.

I'm sorry.

I know nothing about any murder.

The names. Just give me the names.

Sam Corso.

He's a lawyer. Always has a new idea for
skimming off the accounts.

Which you go along with.

Well, technically, yes.

As long as the auditors don't question
it.

Well, I'm well paid. I know just how to
do it.

It's illegal.

I'm sorry.

It has nothing to do with your father.

There were six bullets in his body. Now
somebody pulled that trigger.

This Corso, what about him?

Never him, no.

Corso, Tyrone, no.

They'd hire some bum to do that kind of
dirty work. Yeah, just like they hired

you.

Yes.

If I could look back on those books.

Maybe if I look back in the books, there
might be a... Around the time of your

father's death, there might be a
payment, someone they hired.

How much would it take to kill a man?

I've heard it starts at $500.

That's horrible, isn't it?

Yes.

You want to lie down?

I haven't got time.

Oh, my God.

Let me help you.

Please, son. Let me help you. No,
doctor.

No, police.

Police. Come on. Come on.

Leave it on me.

It's killing me.

Oh, my God.

We'll fix it, son.

No.

Don't you worry. No, doctor. No, police.

Police. We'll fix it.

The cops would have got this. We'd have
been down the tubes. He had names,

dates, everything.

Forget the cops. If that crazy kid had a
snatch, the letter from me and Nolan,

we'd both be waiting for his next shot.

Nolan won't say anything. What is he
going to say?

Even the old lady wouldn't recognize me
now.

Are you sure it was Wick's son?

I mean, I thought they shot deserters or
something.

It was him.

He looked just like the old man.

And what names you got in there? You,
me.

Tyrone, and would you believe, Joanne
Yeager.

Divine had her down, too.

The old man's girlfriend?

She didn't even have anything to do with
knocking him off.

We did her a big favor.

The biggest.

Lieutenant, do you want to talk to
Joanne Yeager, Jack Quicks' girlfriend?

She's outside.

Saperstein just brought her in.

All right, what are you getting on this
Tyrone's partners?

Well, we're working on it, Lieutenant.

Am I waiting for anything in particular?

My undivided attention. Please come in.

Sit down.

Would you like a cup of coffee?

No, thank you.

This is about the shootings, right?

Yes, they seem to be connected with Jack
Wicks' murder two years ago.

You were on his arm for the last six
months of his life, young lady. Maybe

can help us.

Listen, Lieutenant.

Two years ago, I identified the body.

It wasn't easy.

And I talked to a whole bunch of cops.

If there was anything I could have told
them to get Jack's killers, I would

have.

But did you assume Tyrone was behind it
because Wicks wouldn't sell out to him?

I didn't assume anything.

I was too horrified. Was Wicks afraid of
him or anyone in particular?

He didn't lie down and roll over for
anybody.

You know something?

When Keith, that's his son, got into
trouble in the army, he wrote him the

supportive letter imaginable.

He was a wonderful father.

This Keith, you knew him? I met him
briefly before he went overseas.

You know something?

The army thinks he's mentally unstable.

What do you think?

I read letters from him, Lieutenant.

At first, he just accepted the army.

Then they raided a small village, and he
found out he had killed a half a dozen

civilians hiding in a hut.

There was an investigation, and the army
cleared him, but he was freaked.

He shot his sergeant in the leg. I think
just so they'd send him to the

stockade. Well, that's a pretty sick way
to soothe your conscience, don't you

think?

Almost as sick as what he's doing now.

Hey, look, if he thinks there was no
justice in his father's murder, we

cases all the time.

You think I'm crazy in suspecting him?

Yeah.

Sorry, Theo.

Wicks was flown back from Southeast Asia
ten days ago and discharged in

California.

I got a CO on the line calling me now.
Oh, don't tell me he's there. I need a

suspect, Frank.

No, they booked him through to New York
on a commercial flight.

He was drafted here, so they had to fly
him back. But he stayed over in

California about three days. So?

So, his CO says he went hunting.

Bought a rifle and went hunting, alone.

Yeah, hunting on target practice.

All right, thanks, Frank.

We were talking about Keith.

You haven't heard from him.

Any place we might pick him up.

Pick him up?

You'll do more than that if you have to.

Miss Yeager, you know, as far as I'm
concerned, anybody who lives in the city

New York has got to be a little bit
nutty, including me.

Fortunately, very few of us go around
killing people with high -powered

The ones that do, they make themselves
their own victims.

Yes, we'll do a hell of a lot more than
pick him up if it comes right down to

it. And I don't care if he thinks he's
getting even for every cop who ever got

shot. It's the biggest no -no in the
book. Now, please, can you help us?

He grew up in the West Village.

Knows it like a book.

Sheridan Square and through there.

He'd feel safe there.

Crocker, Stavros, run photos on Keith
Wicks.

Black at the West Village.

Every flophouse in the area.

I'm sorry, Keith.

Really sorry.

Nobody else will come up here.

You never know about anybody.

Meaning who?

Meaning me?

I get that.

It's still killing me, but it's better.

Well, the bullet went right through.

You were lucky.

I got some more hydrogen peroxide.

I think we can get away without any
stitches.

Yeah. Listen, put this over there,
please.

There's some sight.

Seven -powered.

How'd you know?

It's right on there.

I'm good at small print.

What about the books? You find anything?

I found two similar non -recurring
items, bracketed on the same date as

father's death.

A check for $1 ,000 and a check for $4
,000. Both made out to a Lou Handelman.

Who's he?

I don't know.

He sent it on the ledger as a bad debt.

What was that, your idea?

No. I remember specifically that was Mr.
Corso's brainstorm.

I already made up my mind on Mr. Corso.

He's next.

That could have been Handelman's down
payment.

The thousand.

Four is when the job was finished.

The job.

My father's life.

Give me your pencil, will you?

The rolling divine.

That's over.

Corso.

Enhandlement. I'll check them out.

Do you know Joanne Yeager?

Why? She got a check from Tyrone for 5
,000 days before your father's murder.

Sure.

That all fits now.

Dear Keith, he wrote me.

Joanne and I are sneaking away to
Saratoga next weekend.

Hot baths and all that good stuff.

They found his body in his car on the
New York State Freeway.

Any sign of her?

Of course not.

She was the Judas goat, the one that
leads the lambs to slaughter for a lousy

,000.

She wrote me this long letter about how
they changed plans.

She was waiting for him up there in
Saratoga. How horrible it all was.

You don't buy that?

No way.

Then she lucks out.

Inherits half his money.

My money.

Hey, you think I can walk on this thing
tomorrow?

What are you doing? Listen, I left some
shelves back in the hotel for this.

The room's not paid.

They'll clean it out. I don't want them
getting on to me.

Well, I could go for you. No, no,
Seymour, you're doing enough.

Somebody spots you, maybe they'll tie
you into me some way. They question you,

you talk.

Me talk? Never. I never give you up,
never.

Sure, I've seen lots of heroes fall
apart, so don't take it so personally.

Hey, look, I'm no hero.

You need something, and I can offer it.

It balances out both ways.

I need things to balance out.

Yeah?

What I'd like to tell you about some of
the heroes I've known.

When I heard that my father was dead,
that's what really hurt me the most.

No, we couldn't talk anymore.

It was just getting interesting.

I could tell him anything.

Can't do that if you're not together.

You can't do that if he's dead.

I was just thinking about my boy
somewhere.

Did you ever want to give something? It
isn't birthday or Christmas time or

anything, but you just want to give
something.

Because if you give something, that way
you have something.

All I want right now is to finish this
job.

Finishing.

That's the big thing in this country,
Seymour.

See, you don't have to do anything real
good.

You just have to finish, and that's good
enough.

And that's all I want, to finish this
job.

You know what you want.

That's a lot.

You didn't have to get into this.

I appreciate that fact.

You can take me tomorrow.

I'll go up to the room alone, though.

That would be a big help.

I'd appreciate that.

Thank you, Samuel.

Thanks a lot.

all right, son.

Believe me.

I'm not arguing with you, Theo. I'm just
pointing out a few things.

Tyrone could have a partner. Somebody
else being blackmailed by Devine.

else who kills them both gets off the
hook with Devine and takes control over

Tyrone's business. Maybe, but until we
find out that all this is true and

-dapper do like that, I gotta go with
the son.

Well, if you do pick him up, let's get
the rifle, too. Otherwise, the whole

thing is circumstantial.

Captain, for you and line one. That's
nice.

McNeil.

Yeah.

Uh -huh. Here, hold it.

Hotel Kleinsinger on West 18th Street.

Hello, Kojak.

This is bottom one. He's nowhere in
front.

Roger, one and two. We're still in the
room.

This guy could be in the Salvation Army.
There's nothing more lethal in here

than a needle and thread.

Nothing on the outside ledges and
nothing in the hallway closets,

We followed him. See where he's got the
rifle stashed. I want to know now that

this is the right man.

Looks like it's for 38.

Really?

I can make it alone.

You wait here. Are you sure?

Yeah. I'll see you later.

Okay.

Lieutenant, here he comes now. All
right, all units, no surveillance.

This man is probably armed, and we're
going to take him down.

Here, you cover me in the hole.

Please, Wicks, stand still.

You remember Jack Wick?

How come you didn't find the rifle,
Lieutenant?

Well, Stavros is putting together all
the details. Hi, Stavros.

Watch out for the jungle.

We lost two suspects there last week.

Everything will be in my report, Frank.
What's the hassle?

Including proof positive you got the
right man.

Frank.

He tried to shoot his way out of there.

He had ammo for a revolver stashed
there. But not for a rifle.

Well, it's someplace and we'll turn it
up. Theo, the kid was a psycho.

He could have had all kinds of reasons
for not wanting to be arrested. Maybe

crazy ones in his head. And who put
those questions in your head, Frank?

Chief of detectives, that's who.

I think he wanted this guy so bad he
could taste it. He just can't believe

wrapped this up so fast.

So just convince him. Convince him and
the DA and the grand jury and then you

mind if I do my paperwork?

Lock high him.

Oh, by the way, great work.

Never doubted for a minute. Yeah, thanks
a bunch.

That rifle, Crocker, I want it complete
with fingerprints.

That's an urgent priority.

All right. Well, go ahead!

You want to check these, Frank?

Sam Corso, apparently an associate of
Tyrone's, was just killed with an M -15.

Also, Lou Handelman. That's two, Theo.

Two more.

This is a bad one.

The hitman for the syndicate.

Louie, didn't they tell you it's better
to give than to receive? According to

the secretary, Hanlon was the first
person Corso talked to after Tyrone and

Devine were killed.

Yeah, sure. Corso takes the syndicate
money, he dumps it into Tyrone's shady

real estate maneuvers, and then they get
a couple of syndicate hitmen to keep

everybody in line. I'll tell you
something. I'll let you two to one.

This guy's figure was on a trigger to
kill Jack Wicks.

All right, baby.

You'll be pushing instead of pulling.

Pushing what?

Pushing what? Pushing, pushing, pushing
up daisies, bright eyes.

It's bang, bang, bang. 150 yards, two
corpses.

You know something?

It's pretty impressive for a ghost.

One more piece.

Now.

Two more.

Ghost sniper terrorizes Midtown. Here.

Want to explain that to the
commissioner?

Oh, come on, Frank. Would you help me?

California confirms that Keith Wicks
bought an M -15 rifle with a telescopic

scope, so I was not on the wrong trail.

Well, maybe he didn't fire it himself.

Maybe he gave it to somebody to do the
shooting for him. Somebody who's

finishing his job.

Like who?

He had no family?

Brothers, sisters, nothing?

He didn't have any army buddy that he
was traveling with? It was a personal

vendetta. He didn't need a partner.

Yeah.

Captain, Lieutenant, the enemy just
called, which had a flesh wound,

right leg, three days old. Any traces of
blood in the hotel?

No. That's why nobody saw him come and
go.

He was holed up somewhere, nursing that
leg the last couple of days, and it

wouldn't be a hospital.

What about Joanne Yeager? He might have
gone to her place. She was pretty good

friends with his father. You get a
warrant for her place. Any traces of

bandages or whatever, anything that'd
help us put this puzzle together.

on the light.

Hello? Miss Jagger?

Who is it?

You heard the news?

Corso and Handelman are dead.

What are you saying?

I want to give you an name and an
address.

I know who did it.

Give me a pencil and paper.

Just a minute.

Go ahead.

Take the street.

Miss Yeager?

There was a call and I turned on the
light and there was a

shot through the window there.

Well, you're lucky you had the curtains
drawn.

You weren't quite lined up with your
shadow. You feeling better?

Somebody's still shooting all over the
place.

Got you bunched in with the others and
responsible for Jack Wicks' murder.

Me, Lieutenant?

I was 150 miles away from Jack when he
was murdered.

Not that that Detective Devine ever
really believed me.

Why was Devine so suspicious of you?

I think it was the money I borrowed from
Tom Tyrone.

You were dating Jack Wicks and you
borrowed money from Tyrone, the prime

suspect? I didn't want to borrow from
Jack.

I didn't want it to look like that kind
of a relationship.

I had met Mr. Tyrone, and he liked the
business idea I had, something in

so I borrowed from him.

When?

The day before Jack was killed.

Afterwards, I got an inheritance from
Jack. I paid Tyrone back.

He wanted cash. I see.

So it was never listed in Tyrone's books
as being returned?

And divine?

Suspected as a payoff.

Anybody reading the books would think
the same thing, right?

Well, what do you know?

Seymour Hayward. Lieutenant!

Who? A gremlin from left field.

Lieutenant, an older man. Crossed the
street, rented a room late tonight.

The clerk didn't really get a look at
him, but I found a .223 shell casing and

pen with his initials on it. S .H.

How did you know?

Twenty years ago in the army, a
sharpshooter. You know, it's like riding

bicycle. Once you learn, you never
forget.

Or like being a father.

Forensics on the way, Lieutenant.

Hold this for them.

You take care of her.

Maybe it's a bookkeeper, right? Neatness
counts with him. All of a sudden he

drops his pen with his initials on it on
the bed. Maybe he's got a subconscious

desire to get caught.

Maybe I'm in his subconscious.

He takes care of the kid, I kill the
kid, like that.

All right, Dr. Floyd, you go check the
fire escapes. You get up on the roof,

what you can find.

Close! On the fire stage!

Freeze! Stop at the door!

my son, Lieutenant.

He killed somebody else's son and you
killed somebody else's son?

The music goes round and we get nowhere.

But there's a lot of doctors who could
tell that story too, Mr. Hayward.

Go ahead.

You know,

most people live lives of Quiet
desperation.

You ever hear that one, Crocker?

Yeah.

Who knows? Maybe it's better that way.

Rigsby realises that he has feelings for
Ruth, but Ruth's eyes are set on

securing a room for a friend.

Rising damp is at 11 .45, then the cast
of the famous Carry On Everything are

back with a few sketches to bring a tear
of joy to our eyes.

That's all after Reg Varney and his
motley crew are on the buses next.