All language subtitles for kojak_s02e25_i_want_to_report_a_dream

Neon, neon, neon, my shy little baby.

I thought I scared you off last night.
Or maybe you didn't believe my husband

was out of town.

Remember my address?

Sure. West 61st.

Stavros, detectives?

Police?

Yes, ma 'am. This is the police.

I want to report a dream.

A dream, ma 'am?

What I mean is, do you have records of
murders? Oh, you must have.

Yes, ma 'am. I guess we probably have
more records of murders than anybody in

the world.

What about in Midtown tonight?

Probably. This would be a woman, middle
-aged, not murdered for

money, probably a married woman.

You give me a name, a number, lady, and
I'll check it out, okay?

The name is Temple, Mrs. Eudora Temple,
Plaza 34598.

Did you witness this alleged murder or
something, lady? I told you, I dreamt

light's low, huh?

It's sexier that way.

Special, honey.

Where I'm at, you're very special.

Your children are beautiful.

You don't like your husband?

What's to like?

He's in New England selling things,
paying the bills.

You said you were from Albany. Your
folks up there?

Father's dead.

I used to.

with my grandparents up there.

What about your mother?

Suppose you come to the dentist's office
and you're trying to identify a

skeleton by the bridge work. And then he
slips you the wrong dental records.

And why would he do that, Bernie?

Ah, because the dentist is the murderer.

Didn't you ever have a case before where
a dentist killed his patient?

Oh, I can't think of any time in my
career.

Uh -huh, uh -huh, uh -huh. You got it
figured the other way around, don't you?

You got it figured that the patient
kills the dentist.

Can't stand the pain.

Can't stand the bill.

Very funny.

Lieutenant.

Oh, Bernie, we've got to stop meeting
like this. It's too public. Yeah. What

happened? The mayor disappeared?

I responded to a call about a half hour
ago on West 61st Street. Maid found her

boss's wife strangled. The M .E. puts it
about 4 a .m. So?

So at 2 .15 a .m., I get a call from
this lady.

Says she had a dream.

That a woman, married, in Midtown, with
robbery no apparent motive, was or was

gonna get murdered.

That's exactly what I got. The dream,
two hours before the killing?

All right.

You get down there, I'll be right behind
you.

Come on, man, I've been over the whole
story twice.

Once for that patrolman there, and once
for the two detectives.

I gotta go over it again for you now,
then what?

The captain?

Maybe you got a general, too.

And I've read the officer's report. I
really don't need all the details.

Well, do you mind if I call you, uh,
Dorothy?

No.

But I prefer Ms.

Cunningham.

Ms. Cunningham, what do you do for the
Marstons?

I make beds. I serve drinks.

I empty ashtrays.

And what else do you do?

I'm getting my MA in anthropology at
night. Could you give me a thumbnail

of life with the Marstons? They were an
average middle -class family, upwardly

motivated, culturally shallow, with
conventional professional goals for

children and towards help like me.

And what do we got here?

We got Mr. Marston away on business most
of the time. Mrs. Marston, dressed in a

nightie, inside doused with booze,
outside doused with perfume.

Her husband's out of the city most of
the time.

And the children are away at college,
learning how to speak French and make a

lot of money.

Poor Vera.

She doesn't want to grow old.

It's really kind of sad, Lieutenant.

I'd prefer to be called Theo.

Look, um, I'll give your...

People, whatever help I can, but it's
not much.

Thank you, Mrs. Cunningham.

You're welcome, Theo.

Love, Ed.

Why nothing?

Do you know what it was to hear nothing
from your own daughter?

Maybe if you had written, Lolly, we
could have talked you out of it.

No.

I would have come home, but I would have
done it anyway.

I was sick.

Where are you, Lolly?

Where are you?

Mother and I want to bury you.

Properly.

Yes?

I'm sorry, I heard a scream.

Please. Lolly was in pain or something.
Go on.

No, not now.

I've lost touch.

Probably just as well not now.

The strain.

I'm sorry.

Our daughter ran away. She committed
suicide. We heard that. We're just

to find out for sure.

Perhaps we can try again tomorrow, Mrs.
Waring.

Will 10 o 'clock be all right?

Oh, fine.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Waring.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Waring.

Now, sir, perhaps you tell me who you
are and what you're doing here.

Well, I'm the ghost of Christmas past.

Come on, lady, I thought that was your
ballgame.

But don't your spirits talk to you
unless I lay some cash on you.

Of course.

Then you must be the police.

Now it's your turn.

This is Vera Marston.

Who is she, a client, a relative of a
client, a friend?

Vera Marston.

Never heard of her.

Then why did you call the police in the
middle of the night and ask about a

woman who might be murdered?

Because I had a dream.

I have lots of dreams, of course, but
this one was particularly real.

And when the spirits addressed... me as
loudly as that, I am

naturally curious.

This Vera Marston, she's dead. Is that
what you're telling me? This woman

who came to me in my dream really was
murdered?

Did you happen to dream how she was
murdered?

Strangled.

Uh, madam, you really dreamed all this?

Of course.

Brown dog, shaggy hair, runs through
grocery store knocking down people.

Airplanes bombing Grand Central.

What is that?

Mrs. Temple, you know, she keeps a list
of all her dreams. Said there's a

hundred like this, you know, sooner or
later.

One of them had to come through.

Well, this one was damned impressive.

She hit the approximate time, had the
right day, knew the victim was married,

middle -aged, and strangled, no less.

Captain, excuse me. Lieutenant, check in
on the matchbook cover in the Marston

victim's purse at the Jubilee cocktail
lounge last night. Well, she was hanging

out with a couple of regulars there
until closing. The bartender only knows

of the names.

Mrs. Helen Fielding.

Mrs. Fielding.

Sounds like a real singles bar.

If you're married.

Right away, Bobby.

Captain.

Lieutenant, I just called the
Theophilosophical Society or something

about Mrs. Temple. They got quite a list
of spiritualists down there, and she's

very highly regarded professionally.

How about her personal life?

Well, her husband just walked out on
her. No children, never goes out.

And her work is her whole life.

Okay.

Well, you don't believe in that
spiritual stuff, do you? Well, once I

playing poker, you know, and I'm drawn
to a flush.

I thought I got a twinge from someplace
out there, but that quickly disappeared

like that.

You know, I had a dream about a horse
once in Belmont. He promised me he was

going to come in first, and then he
invited me to go to Hialeah with him.

The horse invited you to go to Hialeah
with him?

Yeah.

But he came in fifth at Belmont, so I
didn't go down there with him.

I wasn't expecting you today.

I gotta have a session, Mrs. Temple.

Please. I've been through something, but
I gotta talk over with my father.

Well, I'm rather tired today. I didn't
sleep well last night.

Please, Mrs. Temple.

Hold me, Leon.

Is your mother dead, too?

I don't know.

She took off soon after my father passed
away.

She was always taking off on us.

One month, two months.

With some guy or other. You talk to my
father.

Ask him about my mother.

I don't talk to him.

He talks.

Through me, Leon, to you.

Like you said it was with your
grandmother. When the two of you were

Ouija board years ago, he communicated
with you through the board.

It was as if he'd never died.

I'm glad that you can keep that up for
me, Mrs. Temple.

I'm glad I found you.

My life is helping people, Leon.

Ready? Ready.

Walter?

Your son, Leon, is here again, wishing
you company, seeking your

guidance, hoping to speak with you. I
offer myself as your voice, as your

of expression.

Leon, you frightened me today.

It's like you got a storm inside you.

Father, listen.

The last time I told you, don't worry
about Mother, about her always running

on you.

Why do we talk about her? I don't want
her.

Because I promised.

The last time, if some married woman
tried coming on to me again, being bad

like mother was to you and me, she'd
learn her lesson.

You remember?

You promised.

You'd choke the evil out of her. Well...

it happen a lot.

I'm so scared.

So scared.

You're a loving son.

It's all right, then?

A loving son.

I'm very lucky, Leon.

And of course, that.

I didn't go with any of those men,
Lieutenant Kojak.

I had a drink with them and this dearer
woman.

But I came home finally, alone.

I am lonely sometimes, but I try not to
be a fool.

This is Ralph and Gordon.

You know what a hotel they're staying
at?

No, no, I'm afraid I didn't listen to
much that they were saying.

I was thinking, my husband and I, well,
we had a huge fight last week.

He works all the time, I never see him,
and so what difference does it make that

he moves out?

A lot, I guess.

Anyway, it's...

Hard to think straight in the same place
that you fight, so I go to this bar

sometimes.

Quite a few sometimes lately.

Yeah.

Now, this, uh... This Mrs. Marston, did
you see her leave with somebody, a car,

a cab, a pound foot, whatever?

No, I'm sorry. I really didn't.

Yes, um... You smoke too much.

I'll tell you what.

If I have occasion to call you again,
I'll be, uh...

Mr. Kojak from the gas company or
whatever, okay?

I don't understand.

Oh, well, in case you get together with
your husband again.

I don't want to blow it for you, baby.

Thank you for telling me, Kojak.

Yeah, put it out.

Lieutenant!

It's for you.

You all right?

Hey, Phil.

As you planned.

What? Hello?

Lieutenant, this is Mrs. Temple. Mrs.
Eudora Temple.

How could I ever forget Mrs. Temple?
What can I do for you?

Well, I have never been so tuned in to
the spirits, Lieutenant.

I just lay down to nap for a moment
and... And, uh... And I

saw more women dying.

Extraordinary how they're seeking me
out.

Let me have Gramercy 54923, please.

She seems to think that she heard a car
pull away as she came out of the door.

Get shots of these tire tracks?

Yeah, he got a couple of shots, but it
looks like a utility tread, brand new.

Yeah, that's Judy,

Judy, Judy.

That's what I used to kid her with, you
know, like Cary Grant?

Yeah.

Tell me, how'd you know she was in my
bar?

Swivel sticks in her purse.

She had about 50 of them.

Maybe she's looking to find her capacity
for drinking. Maybe she wanted ours,

but to find them, who knows?

Did she leave alone?

No. She picked up a guy, you know,
pretty young.

They split after five minutes.

I never seen him before, but I might be
able to give you a so -so description.

Did he have a drink? Yeah, he had a
beer.

But like I told a detective there, I
washed my glasses out right away. I'm

sorry. No fingerprints, huh?

All right, thanks. Stavros, go find this
Mrs. Temple. Bring her down to the

station right away.

Okay, let's go.

Cracker.

Remember that psychiatrist that went
from Bellevue they brought in on the

Harrington case? What's her name?

Dr. Kirk, Barbara Kirk. Yeah, see if you
can run her down. Bring her down to the

station right now.

Two dreams, two murders.

Too much already.

I have patients who think they talk to
the dead all the time.

But I've only heard about psychics who
claim to do it.

I assume it's like automatic writing or
working with a Ouija board. You

do it with the unconscious, that's all.

While you're working out your
subconscious thoughts and fantasies.

Well, is it possible, Doctor, that while
Mrs. Temple is in a trance, one of her

clients tells her... That he's been
murdering middle -aged women.

Now, when she comes out of a trance, is
it possible that she wouldn't remember

anything? Certainly seems possible.

What about the dreams?

Well, dreaming is another unconscious
state, like the trance itself.

Possibly, while she's remembering her
dreams, she's really remembering

she heard during the trance.

Yeah.

Oh, excuse me, Captain.

Lieutenant, the woman, the spiritualist,
she's in a squad room.

Yeah.

I think you ought to be in on this,
Doctor.

But I don't think you ought to let on
that you're a shrink, okay?

Anything you say, Lieutenant.

All right, Harry, would you move?

Thank you.

I'm sorry to get you here this late,
Mrs. Temple, but it is important.

Mrs. Temple, this is Barbara Kirk.

Barbara Kirk, Mrs. Temple.

Barbara is a psychic consultant.

You know, she writes books on
spiritualism and like that.

This building, it's very overpowering
being

here, Lieutenant.

A lot of very painful things have
happened to a lot of poor souls in this

building. Well, I can't deny that.

Mr. Temple, we've been wondering how you
might be able to help us find the

murderer with these dreams you've been
having.

Well...

I haven't seen any faces, clearly.

I don't know how I could dream them any
differently.

Would you consider letting yourself be
hypnotized?

Hypnotized? Suppose, Mrs. Temple, you
had a client who confessed to you that

was the murderer in one of your trances.
This goes into your subconscious, and

the doctor, through hypnosis, might help
you to remember who it is.

I am in touch with the spirits of the
dead.

That has nothing to do with hypnosis.
You sound stupid for a psychic, young

lady, and probably very profound as a,
what, psychiatrist or something.

I'm very uncomfortable here.

Mrs. Neville, you called with your
dream.

So they're troubling you.

I'm sorry.

I, uh, I simply refuse to be with people
who don't

believe.

Just one more thing, Mrs. Temple.

There's a possible suspect from a
description given by a bartender. Do you

recognize it at all?

Stavros? Yes, sir.

Would you take Mrs. Temple home?

And look around, keep your eyes open.

And stake out the neighborhood in case
he should show up. Thank you, Mrs.

Temple.

This way, Mrs. Temple.

What do you think? She's holding back
anything?

Yeah. I think she wanted to slug us
both.

Thanks,

Barbara. Okay.

Lieutenant, that tire tread at the scene
last night? Yeah. It matches a heavy

-duty Japanese import.

It's been sold to a number of car rental
agencies and a few cab fleets. Well,

you start showing the picture of the
rental agents and the cab dispatches.

It's going to take a day or two, so get
on it right away and get Saperstein to

help you. Right.

Freak.

Whoever you are, take a night off, okay?

Arthur?

Listen, I'd like to try again.

And how?

Sure, I'm lonely.

But I don't intend to stay that way
forever.

After all, I'm only human.

But I'd rather be with you.

So, I'll see you after the meeting.

We'll talk it over.

Please.

I put your cigarette out.

I hope you don't mind.

Here.

Thanks.

Wow.

That's a beautiful pair of rings.

What? Your old man's going to walk
through the door and punch me out,

That would be interesting, but... I
don't think so.

You, uh, want to go to a party tonight?

I think I'm going to be busy later.

At least I hope I am.

But if it doesn't work out, maybe I'd
better go to a party.

A couple of laughs, huh?

It's only a small party.

It may be too intimate for you.

One couple.

If I'm back in a couple of hours... Why
not?

Huh?

Central. Lieutenant, line two.

Lieutenant Kojak.

Yes, Central.

All right.

Tell Detective Stavros to stay there.
I'm on my way.

Cracker!

Don't be afraid, my son.

They, too, are gully.

Right now, there's this other one
waiting for me.

The same place where I picked up the
first one, Father.

She has a husband, I know that for sure.

No one should turn their back on their
loved ones, Leah.

No.

They shouldn't.

Leah! What is it, Father? I feel hostile
forces close at hand.

Outside.

I'll check his hack license.

Yeah, in the meantime, what? Maybe the
old lady can help us.

Miss Temple, that man who was here, what
did he want?

He is a client.

He has a right to his privacy, and so do
I. He doesn't have a right to kill

people, which is what I'm afraid he's
been doing. Now, please, help me.

Lieutenant, in the presence of such
hostile vibrations...

There's nothing I can do. What did he
talk about?

I have no idea.

No idea at all.

Please leave me alone.

Hey, here, draft.

Hey, uh, Mrs. Fielding called for you.

She said that things didn't turn out as
good as she expected and...

She's coming, but she's gonna be a
little late. She went home to change

for a party or something. Yeah

Well

Helen

you haven't lost a husband You've gained
a second life

why not

I hope it's easy.

Hey, it's everything you asked for.

One FM transmitter.

One brown suit with black necktie.

And one tired and very confused captain
of police. Now, you've got an alarm out

on this Arlen character. What's up?

You know, Mrs. Temple always knows Frank
in advance.

But she wouldn't talk about it if she
can't.

Now, if someone's out there about to do
another housewife, I want you to find

out about it.

You're the only one of us she hasn't
seen. Here, put this transfer in the

of your pocket. All right.

Now, what does that do for us?

Well, you're Mr.

Mosta, right?

Husband of the first victim.

Now, just go over there, press the bell
or whatever, the door's open, walk right

in. Tell her you're gonna kid yourself
unless you can talk to your wife.

You're kidding.

Frank, you get in touch with Vera
Marston, that means you're really in

with Mrs. Temple's subconscious,
whatever.

Anyway, later on, find out about the
killer.

Pretend you're in, pretend you're in a
little theater or something. Remember,

you're on the radio and I'll give you a
review later.

Yeah.

My place taken?

I've been saving it.

Is there time for a drink before this
party begins?

Sure is.

Bartender? Yes, sir.

For two days I haven't slept since my
wife died. I've got to talk to her.

Everything is a...

No more.

And at this time of night, I shall have
to insist on $20.

Of course.

Of course.

And, um, what is your wife's name?

Vera Marston.

She was murdered two days ago.

Strangled. Mrs. Marston?

I believe I shall have no difficulty
whatsoever in contacting her, Mr.

Mrs. Vera Marston, I have here your
beloved husband seeking to communicate

across the great gulf of mystery and
speak once again

with you.

I don't understand what happened.

We all loved you.

Who are you?

Vera, listen.

Anybody who would hurt you doesn't know
what he's doing. He's crazy.

But he's got to be stopped before he
hurts somebody else.

No.

I deserved it. I was unfaithful to my
husband.

Who are you?

Well, then, I owe a debt to the person
who unmasked this dreadful treachery on

your part.

Yes.

You owe him a debt, but you are not
alone.

I'd like to thank him.

You know where I can thank him?

I think so.

Where?

I can see him, you know, from where I...

In the bar where he picked me up. Oh,
yes.

He has another.

Like me.

The Jubilee.

Let me get a taxi.

Oh, um, it's just a couple of blocks,
Leon. Why don't we walk?

Whatever.

Would you like a drink or something,
Leon?

Oh, yeah. This is supposed to be a
party, isn't it?

Sure.

I'll get some ice.

Sure, he just left.

With someone?

Yeah, Mrs. Fielding.

Well, I'll try her apartment.

You check out his home address there and
then get down there.

You know, she's a real nice lady.

Yeah.

Would you believe that one of the few
things my husband took with him was an

bucket? He said they don't make fun like
they used to.

Yeah. What's this?

Your hard -to -get number?

No. It's my hard -to -decide number, I
guess.

Mrs. Fielding.

The gas man.

You left your door open.

Now you look at her.

But somebody had to take care of them.

What do you see?

My brother Llewellyn wrote the
definitive book on Welch mythology.

Ah, that must be your friend who called
up, said he's picking you up.

Mrs. Teville?

Lieutenant, I thought I told you...
We're together.

It's Leon, isn't it?

I know it is.

He comes here so troubled, urgent,

so alone.

But he will be all right.

Yes.

You know, Mr. Temple, that sketch I
showed you?

Well, if you identified it, you know you
could have saved us a lot of trouble

tonight.

This is him, isn't it?

Leon looked a great deal more like my
husband

when we first met.

When we were young.

I understand.

Well, I'm sorry to have troubled you.

Good night, Mr. Marston. Good night, Mr.
Marston.

Oh.

Mrs. Temple.

Pleasant dreams, okay?

The same to you, Lieutenant.

I know how hard it must be for you.

A lot of the time.