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Let's not be afraid. Just get the ferry
of those witnesses so a few will throw

the case against you. And how long will
the criminal have the judge ready?

Mr. Duffy.

Look at him, Frank, look at him.

That fat fish wiggling and jiggling his
way off our line.

Maybe O 'Brien just got scared.

Maybe he thought somebody was following.

Maybe he'll call any minute and
apologize for not showing up.

Just a little nebbish. Gotta be
frightened testifying against Dumpy.

scared, Frank. Scared that Dumpy's gonna
walk free.

I don't like barracudas who shake down
public officials and then kill them when

they try to come clean.

Is this located Mr. Michael O 'Brien, 20
minutes ago? Dead.

He went to the store last night, and on
his way home, somebody laid a pipe

across the side of his skull and dragged
him in here.

Yeah, no money was taken, Lieutenant, so
maybe it was some kind of a thrill

killing. Gentlemen, six months ago, this
conscientious citizen inadvertently

witnessed an argument between Joe Dumkey
and the late Councilman Kane.

Now, Dumkey says he never even met the
Councilman, so forget about the muggings

and the thrills.

This death was Dumkey's salvation, and I
hate him for it. All right, where do we

go from here?

Well, we got a one -week adjournment, or
whatever that's worth. I suppose we

could get lucky.

Oh, and how's that?

I mean, we find a typewritten confession
by Dumpke that fell out of his pocket

and we didn't see it anywhere? Is that
it?

Come on, there is an Arnie Saxler
somewhere out there. He could be a

against Dumpke. Excuse me, Lieutenant.

We did find one black glove. Now, it
could have belonged to the killer. It's

its way to the lab.

Could have belonged to the killer.

We're clutching at straws in this one.
That's the only thing I know for sure.

As for Arnie Saxler, well, look, we've
not had one clue where he is in the last

three months.

which suggests to me, very strongly,
Dunkey terminated his employment as mob

same way he terminated poor Mr. O 'Brien
down there.

Oh, I'm back home and got the blues And
I took

off my wandering shoes Guess there's
living

that you must try

Never thinking someday you'll cry.

Oh, it's a long way from Times Square.

And I left a dream lying there.

But there must be someone for me.

Someone who cares a long way from Times
Square.

General Thackler, New York City.

Two -bagger -12 to base.

Go ahead, two -bagger -12.

I have a 390D, possible T -380 suspect.

What was the color of that truck that
was hit last night?

If Chief Washburn's around, he'll
remember.

B, Saxler, age 32, 358, East 49th

Street, New York, New York. Then I got
him.

10 -4.

10 -4.

Were you watching that jury today?

I mean, they want to nail Dumpkey so
bad, they just need a little more help.

O 'Brien would have sewn up that case
for sure.

Yes.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant, BCI called. Apparently,
Crocker filed a hold card with them and

their information unit on one Arnold
Saxler. I'd ask Crocker, but he's not

yet. Who's Arnold Saxler? When our dead
witness, Mr. O 'Brien, heard Kane and

Dumpkey arguing on the street, Saxler
chased him.

Saxler was Dumpkey's driver. He
disappeared.

Yeah, well...

He just popped up in Santa Flora,
Nevada.

He's being held on a hit -and -run,
leaving the scene.

And checking out his New York license,
any warrants against him, etc.

Frank, Saxler's testimony could send
Dumpke up to Hudson.

Maybe he even saw the murder.

Saxler's testimony could send him under
the Hudson, and a lot faster.

He'd be crazy to testify against Dumpke.
In his shoes, I wouldn't. Yeah?

Well, listen.

Arnie, suppose we include you with
Dumpke.

In the murder charges.

You can't make that stick.

So I'll make it look like it's not
sticking because we made a deal.

My stoolies let Dumpkey know you plan to
testify against him. How long before

you get hit, Arnie? One day, two days?

So? And if I do testify, that gets me
killed, too. Oh, no, baby. You get on

stand and send Dumpkey to Attica. And
the guys who move into his territory

probably send you champagne and give you
a kiss on both cheeks. You'll be a

hero. I'll see to it.

Now you help me or I'll never get off
your back.

All right, all right.

See?

You know, you can be a very intimidating
personality.

All right, so we'll get a subpoena for
Saxler. Nevada has to turn him over to

anyway under that witness reciprocity
agreement.

Stavros, if you please, get the chief
out there on the phone. Yes.

We have to send two men, maybe Vine and
Crocker. No, no, no. No, no, no.

If you're going to convince Arnie that
you personally will railroad him into

trouble if he doesn't testify, then you
go out there.

You play the big bully lieutenant who
drops everything for him. You're

You'll stop at nothing. There's a
weekend coming up. The doctor can sit in

me until then.

I'll take... Crocker.

Yeah, I know, I know. I thought Stavros.

McNeil.

Yeah, just a second.

Chief Washburn coming in on the line.

Yeah, Chief Washburn, this is Lieutenant
Kojak, Manhattan South Detectives.

It's about Arnold Saxler.

Manhattan?

It's a borough.

A borough?

It's a part of New York City, what can I
tell you? The borough of Manhattan,

like that.

Yes, sir.

Well, the problem is, can you hold him a
few days? We need him as a witness in a

murder case.

Yeah, just a second.

He'll stall around for about 48 hours.
Can we get a subpoena that fast?

For sure.

And not to offend your Western
hospitality, Chief, but in relation to

borough of Manhattan, where is Santa
Flora? You just fly into Reno, rent

yourself a car, and then you got about a
two -hour drive east, Santa Flora.

Mm -hmm.

Sure thing, Lieutenant.

Count on it.

Who you calling, Saxler? My friends back
home in Corrie.

Well, you said you're gonna keep my car,
so I gotta get a lift.

Don't worry, I'll make it collect.

You tell them that you'll be needing no
lift for quite a while.

I got enough for Bill.

Cash!

What is this? What are you talking
about?

Oh, we're holding you.

Professional courtesy to NYPD.

They're getting a subpoena on you,
Saxler.

Some lieutenant wants you on the stand
back there. Bad.

Yeah, I want to make a collect call to
Corey, Nevada, to the police station,

person to person, to Deputy Chief B .J.
Hawker.

This is Arnie Saxler.

Don't worry, he'll take it.

Oh, it's a long way from Times Square.

And I left a dream lying there.

But there must be...

42 hours.

I mean, not even 42 hours, and you said
you'd hold him for two full days.

Lieutenant Kojak, at the time I spoke to
you, I didn't know he was a fugitive,

wanted by another Nevada police force.

Now, I cannot hold a prisoner when a far
more serious offense has been committed

elsewhere in the county. What offense
was this, Chief?

Well, the night before he drove up here,
got drunk and hit that car, he robbed

the grocery store down there in Corey.

Their deputy chief picked him up here
all about 2 o 'clock this morning.

They only got three men.

Chief Peck, Deputy Chief Hawker, and any
volunteer they could pin a badge on.

Well, Corey, I got to make Santa Flora
look like the big avocado around here,

right? Yeah, Lieutenant.

We do Corey jokes all the time.

Like, um, it gets so hot in Corey, you
can fry an egg in the street.

Can't fry two eggs. Too small for that.

That's your struggle, Chief.

Now, would it be big enough for a teensy
-weensy little dot on this map?

Uh, yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Stay here. Yeah.

Now, you drive right out this road here.

It's the only way to get there until the
freeway of that building cuts through

there. What's your aim out there?

Well, my aim is to talk them into seeing
a murder case in New York that's a

little more urgent than their grocery
store.

Them desert rats?

Oh, you gotta be kidding.

Why, they tell me folks in Corey
wouldn't pay a penny to watch an ant

ton of hay.

Much less worry about anything in New
York.

Well, I wish you luck, but don't count
on it much. They don't generally take

kindly to outsiders.

Well, tell me how a mobster like Saxler
hits on Cory Nevada to hide out in.

Well, that's where Saxler grew up.

That's his hometown.

Yep, country boy just came back home to
be with friends.

That's all.

The heat rise, the rattlesnakes, the
desert rats.

See, food, drink, massage, girls, girls,
girls.

You know something, Crocker?

I didn't know 42nd Street extended this
far. It looks like Times Square, too,

doesn't it? Sure.

I've got no room, but that's what you're
here for.

I beg your pardon?

How come your Vegas hooligans hide your
pea -shoes under your armpits?

Madam, we're not from Las Vegas. We're
police officers from Manhattan.

It's New York City.

I'm Detective Crocker, and this is
Lieutenant Kojak.

Reed's my name. Lily Reed.

But don't you make no jokes about it.

I've heard them all.

They're from New York.

Well, what the heck brought you out
here?

Looking for the chief of police.

And maybe a local magistrate.

Quinlan's his name. Howard Quinlan. It's
okay.

And the sheriff, he's okay, too.

Joe Peck.

You better get yourself a room while I
got one.

Oh, them highway workers. They come down
here nice and they grab every bear I

got.

Come on, Kojak. Miss Weed, if anybody
calls, I'll be back about six.

You folks know each other?

Well, you're looking for the same
people.

I'm Lieutenant Kojak, and this is
Detective Crocker from New York City.

Hi, I'm Penny Roselle.

She's a lawyer.

A lady lawyer. I like that.

Oh, actually, I'm a public defender. I
just came up from Santa Florida to talk

to my defendant, see what other trouble
he got himself into.

Arnold Saxler?

Well, how many defendants can there be
in a town the size of one fried egg?

You know, Miss Rizzo, maybe we could
talk together about your client. I need

Saxler in New York to testify at a trial
for us.

I don't know too much about the
situation yet.

I'm going to meet Judge Quinlan and
Chief Peck soon, and I'm afraid that

anything that my client has to say to me
is privileged information.

but I sure wouldn't mind having some
company for supper.

Sure, sure.

Mr. Jensen, I don't care how many acres
you own.

I can't put acres in the bank. Now, this
is $1 ,400 lost in an honest game of

roulette.

Excuse me a minute.

That's right. Maybe I got layoffs.

Hold it.

Deputy Hawker.

Listen, Hawker. There are a couple of
strangers in town.

Right.

Right.

Two cops from New York. Gotta be wanting
to know about you.

That's their tough luck, not mine.

I suppose they pop in here.

You better get back in there. We can
play it through the bars.

You still listening in, Vernon?

Just checking the circuits, BJ. That's
all.

Well, make sure you check everything
coming out of the motel. And let me know

right off.

I'll get you the party's names in a few
minutes.

Here you are now.

I'll get him.

It's the first cavern out back here.

Excuse me.

When you're finished, that's my pen. We
just signed in and forgot my pen.

Finders keepers.

Finders keepers? You gotta be kidding.
What is this, nursery school? It's my

pen. Hey, pal, a pen.

Don't you touch me.

Whatever turns you on.

Losers weepers. Can I get you something
like stamps and paper?

Fine. Fine, huh?

As I was saying, Mr. Quillman, I am
Penny Roselle.

Public defender's office in Santa Flora.

Trying to catch up with a defendant.

Mr. Sackler.

Well, you don't look like no lawyer to
me.

Does that help you in court or hinder
you?

Haven't been in court that much to know
yet. What do you think?

Well, I think anybody who shells out
taxes so you can practice law on Arnie

Sackler ought to get paid back.

The day you hang out your shingle
looking for a hundred an hour, that's

think.

Well, maybe I'll never do that, Mr.
Quinlan.

Maybe I'll just be a lifetime sucker for
the underdog.

I'm a woman.

It's easy.

Excuse me.

Chief Peck?

Yeah. I'm Lieutenant Kojak. I'm with the
New York Police Department, and this is

Detective Crocker.

New York?

What borough would that be?

Borough. Manhattan. You've heard of it?

Of course.

What can I tell you?

I'd better go check out these New
Yorkers personal.

Never fear, Arnie. B .J.'s here.

Lieutenant of detectives in New York
City.

Making what a year? About 20, 30 ,000?
You know something, Chief? Oranges are a

quarter of a piece in New York.

Apples?

Priceless. Well, anyhow, I got me you
and I got me that lady lawyer all the

out here just to try to get a little
operator like Arnie off the hook.

Now, go, Jack.

Arnie busted in here.

And he swiped some morphine that Judge
Quinlan had in the refrigerator for Doc

Ewing.

And he don't deny it. It doesn't make
any difference if he confess.

He still has a right to a defense.

That's the all -darnedest thing I ever
heard. It's a basic principle of law.

Sorry, Your Honor.

Listen, Mr. Quinlan, Justice Quinlan
Postmaster, Your Honor. And victim,

Quinlan. I'm not trying to get Arnie
Saxe off the hook. I just want to borrow

him.

Oh. If he's been arrested for a felony,
it's up to you, Judge, to...

decide whether to let me have him or
not. This testimony could end the career

a major criminal, murderer,
extortionist. If we take our eyes off of

one second, he's gonna run.

I grew up with him. We was best of
friends.

I know him.

Willie Weed told us that Arnie's got
himself a good set -up over at the

Maverick. Why would he run away from
that?

To stay out of jails. The rap was long
enough.

Now, you know, Howard, there was nine
shots of morphine stolen, and I only

wrappings for three of them in the trunk
of his car.

Now, if I can just find one person he
gave a shot to, that's supplying.

And that's a couple years, right?

Right. Arnie's not coming back here to
do no two years on the farm.

If we let him go, we're gonna lose it.

Somehow, I know it.

Why isn't he gonna jump bail and take
off on you anyhow? Bail on Arnie

50 ,000.

That's outrageous.

But what he's charged with?

Oh, Mr. Quinlan, I request a much...
Request denied.

Hearing adjourned.

I don't suppose Taxler might get a
speedy trial and be Judge Innocent, do

Your Honor? Kojak, this case is open and
shut.

Why? Why?

Come on back here and take a look.

He forced the back door from the
outside.

Well, anybody could have jimmied this.

Well, now, looky here. He just makes all
our hard work look so simple.

Well, now, of course, there was another
lock.

Here it is.

Look. That's evidence?

In an unlocked safe?

Well, they gotta get in and out for
stamps, don't they?

Of course, you dusted that for prints,
huh? Yep.

Pull the right index and thumb.

Matches aren't.

The snips he used was in the trunk of
the car.

Uh, what time was the burglary?

Well, I came by here Friday night about
9 .30.

Saw the lock cut off and the door half
open.

Oh.

In a few short hours, you, uh, you took
fingerprints and you pinned it on Arnie.

Enough of something?

I'm impressed.

Look, I saw him running outside across
the field.

Then when I found out his morphine was
gone, I said, your old buddy sure picked

himself up some bad habits when he was
in New York.

Yeah, well, I'd like at least to talk to
honey, you know, maybe try to get a

little help from him.

Since I've come such a long way.

Well, now we'll just have to think about
that.

You staying over at Lily's?

Yes.

Drucker. Fetty.

I'll be waiting for your call.

Hawker, maybe you just better follow up
if you say Arnie was selling that

morphine.

Read that last number back to me.

246 -ABL.

Now, what's the point of all this?

Frank, I'm with a lovely lady, you know.

And she's been keeping track of every
car from Vegas that's been out here in

last three months.

The mob is somebody who's trying to put
this flyspeck on the map.

Yeah, gambling, good times, naughty
ladies, you name it.

I just want to know the names involved.

I didn't send you out there to solve
some other town's problems.

Well, I think Corey sees this as a gold
mine, not a problem.

I see it as a problem. When people start
trying to bully you, I just... Anyhow,

Frank, I need another couple of days.

Why?

They're not going to let Saxel out of
the state because of that drug robbery.

Frank, what drug robbery?

These people, you know what they do?
They shoot at signs, they drive off the

road, they open a bottle of beer with a
pair of pliers, they burp a couple of

times, but they don't know diddlywinks
about morphine.

There's no way Saxel shot three tubes,
drove 80 miles to Santa Flora, got

etc. here.

Hiya, Captain.

No way they lifted Prince off the lot.

Anyhow, if he wanted drugs, he could
have gotten them from his Vegas partner.

Put Kojak on.

Yeah. Lieutenant.

Yeah, Frank, if I can prove this whole
robbery is a setup by Arnie's friends to

protect him from our subpoena, I'll take
my case to the county and try and get

the charges dropped.

Now, we got three days left on the
adjournment, right?

All right.

Might as well make use of them.

But keep me posted.

And be careful.

I mean, you did see Bad Day at Black
Rock, didn't you?

Loved it. Spencer Tracy, right?

And he only had one arm. We'll do fine.
Talk to you tomorrow, Frank. I didn't

like that job.

Extension on the slide.

Well, if Berna's on the switchboard, I
suppose there's no telling who she

switched in.

Huh.

Can you run them out legal?

Not unless they get in some kind of
trouble.

Well, I think Cooper and I should be
able to arrange that.

I'm lending you this deathly bag. Don't
try and steal it or tell me you lost it.

Give me back my magazine.

Hey, Sutton.

Thanks, man.

We'll handle everything, partner.

Don't worry.

Oh, uh,

excuse me, Captain.

What is it, Stavros?

On that black glove we found at the
scene of O 'Brien's murder.

You got a lab report?

Yeah.

There are traces of rust in it from the
pipe.

The murderer wore it for sure.

Furthermore, the killer sweated enough
for them to get a blood typing on him.

He's AB negative.

Well, that's something to go on.

Well, I got more, Captain.

I got more.

The gloves come in from Italy.

Number two, there's only one store on
59th Street that handles them exclusive.

And among the more recent credit card
purchasers, we have one Mr. A .C.

Klinger, I know that name.

He's a button man.

He moved out to Las Vegas a couple of
years ago, and from what I heard, he's

working for Dunkey's brother out there.

Good.

Dunkey's brother.

One brother does the other a favor. He
sends in a hitman to take out a witness.

Where's Klinger now? We can prove that
he's the right blood type.

I got Saperstein out checking all the
Midtown hotels, Captain. Good.

Oh, uh, Captain.

Yeah?

Lieutenant, how's he making out in
Nevada?

Getting Arnie Sackler back here to
testify is turning out to be the major

problem of the year.

He's got three days to clinch this.

or the trial goes to jury as is, and as
is just isn't good enough.

Yes, we have no bananas.

Clinger's in room 306.

Yeah? All right. You go out to his room,
and I'll go around the back. Okay.

Oops! Wait a minute. Forget it. There he
is now.

What? You're cops. It wasn't my fault.

He's dead.

Yeah.

Well, we're all going to catch the
dumpster now.

It's all up to the lieutenant.

You try and get photostats of the
booking sheet, notarized statements from

arresting officer, Chief Washburn. You
know, he looks like a man who'll

cooperate. Right.

Be careful. I'll see you tomorrow
morning, okay? Thank you.

you ever heard out here.

Most of all the time was the wind.

And a few chickens cackling.

It was a nice kind of lonely.

Hey, Lily.

How come you ever leave the bar to a
punk like Arnie?

Well, I was getting old and tired.

And I had no idea he was running around
with them punks in New York, like you

said. Tell him about this Vegas
hooligan.

He tells me that unless I give him a
lift to the motel, Some drunk might come

after me.

Oh, it's easy to break a hip at your
age, he says.

Oh, like I don't know it. You know,
Lily, the thought of anyone so much as

breaking your heart brings out my Wyatt
Earp syndrome full force.

Lieutenant!

Let me buy you a drink. Hear what's
happening in New York.

That's him. That's Sutton.

Size him up, Crocker.

We're on our way, partner.

Excuse me.

Think I could have one of those little
black cigars of yours?

Take two, baby.

Lily, we love you.

I'm Fred Sutton.

Go, Jack. Rocker.

Desert grapevine. Can't beat it.

So, let me show you how we're shaping up
the place, huh?

Well, what are they, margarine,
daiquiri?

Olsen here saying it's for his banana
daiquiri. Oh, yeah?

Anything without a banana.

Uh, butter for you.

A friend of mine, understand?

Oh, yeah, I understand.

Looks like you got everything going your
way around here. You know it. When that

freeway cuts through here, this town,
it's going to be booming.

Three bars, what's going on? Three bars,
that's 50 bucks.

I ain't got no 50 bucks here.

You want to complain, complain outside.

I want to get paid, that's what I want.

This week the tailor ripped off my pen.
Yeah, well, forget it. I'll buy you

another. Hey, mister, you saw me. I
didn't stick no quarters in my pocket,

right? Sorry, Mac. I was watching the
young lady go by.

You're lying.

Hey, wait a minute, pal. Cracker.

Maybe you think I'm lying, Junior.

Hey, if you just admit to ripping off my
pen, then I won't call anybody a liar.

Oh, come on, buddy. Why don't you just
take the guy outside and forget it?

I don't take orders from you. I have no
guns in here. So hand it over.

Well, you see, I'm a police officer.

So don't worry about it.

He's dead to me.

You got to give me a gun if he tells you
to.

I'm going to hold it, Buster. One thing
we don't want to do is fight.

These two picked a fight with Oop.

Why, you lying little cheat.

Now, he's kinfolk, so you just shut your
mouth.

Okay, it's all over. Somebody clean up
this place. Let's go.

Outside.

I gave you the bag. Put it on.

Poked a little hole in it with a pin.
Shut up.

Assume the position.

Are you kidding?

Arrest that whole damn place, not us.

Take the gun, Zook.

Here you go.

I swear, you either hand that over or
I'll kill you for resisting arrest.

You too, 30 grand.

You ain't no big deal out here.

And you had to tell him he was lying
about your pen. It would have happened

anyway. Yeah, sure.

Let's go. Come on. Come on. Come on.

Go in the chair.

Yes,

I heard you, Miss Weed.

Yeah. But I'd rather not believe it.

Disturbing the peace?

Call Chief Peck.

Numbers 3, 7, 5.

And don't say nothing on the phone. If
you don't want strangers to know.

Put me Stavros on the double.

Right away.

You get that?

Where's Bobby and Theo?

Theo.

Theo.

I'll tell you what, Arnie.

I mean, you want the three of clubs,
baby.

I'll give you the three of clubs.

You just tell me all about Dumpkey
killing Carlton and Kate.

Yeah, that's the funniest offer I ever
got.

Funny. It won't be so funny when Dumpkey
sends his torpedoes out here to kill

the rumors I start about you shooting
off your mouth to me.

You did get that word, didn't you, Kilt?

You're bluffing, Kojak.

Well, what are they going to find out
anyhow?

You see, by the time I get out of
trouble here, well, Dumpkey's trial is

to be all over.

So I'm no threat to testify.

Because you can't take me anywhere.

What's the name of this game?

Uh, Jinsky.

Cheap pack? He's going over to get the
magistrate.

Well, then let me talk to Lieutenant
Kojak.

For you?

All right, bring it over. Where am I
going?

Yeah.

In Greek, you understand?

Yes, sir.

Frank, have you got something to tell
me? I understand.

Hold on.

And taxi.

After taxi, you got tea.

And taxi.

Adio.

It's French for goodbye.

I finished talking.

No wonder honey is so cool.

one of those license plate checks back
to him. That's why he's not afraid of

getting bumped off. It's all one happy
family. They're on business together.

I'd still take him back if I could.

Yeah, I'd take him back, put him on a
stand.

Make him a denial prior to his
deposition.

Maybe he gets cited for perjury. He
knows that. That's why his friends

this crime for him. So we can't take him
out of the States.

Dumpkin's trial is over. He gets off on
some technicality or something.

E .J., get him out.

Five days for disturbing the peace and
resisting arrest.

Sentence suspended.

Providing you get out in an hour.

Mr. Quillen. Yes? Judge, may I show your
honor some records and sworn statements

from members of the Santa Flora Police
Department?

You too, Chief Beck. Well, thank you.

These records show that Arnie Saxler's
car was reported for hitting a parked

vehicle. at 11 .30 Sunday night in Santa
Flora.

But Deputy Hawker claims that he saw
Sackler here outside the store in Corey

9 .30 the same night.

So, a couple hours to get to Santa
Flora?

That's about right.

Your Honor, this updated report on the
accident shows that the vehicle was

actually hit at 9 .45.

You see, the lady who reported the
accident simply didn't get around to

the police until 11 .30. It happened two
hours earlier than it was reported.

So what did you do, Hawker? Get the 11
.30 time from the Santa Flora police?

Fake the details about seeing Annie here
at 9 .30?

Think all the timers would come out
right, right?

Maybe you robbed that morphine, Hawker.

Because there's no way Saxler was in
both cities at the same time. Or are you

just trying to be a buddy and keep him
from having to go back to New York?

Heck no.

I seen somebody.

Could have sworn it was Arnie.

Maybe it wasn't.

Damn you, Hawker. You got a lot of
questions to answer.

Case dismissed.

You want Saxler Kojak?

You got your right to him.

Mr. Quinlan, thank you, Your Honor.

I tried, Ernie.

Got myself in a mess, too.

Yeah, well, you just get in touch with
Sutton.

He'll come up with an angle for both of
us.

And you tell him he better.

Unless he wants me testifying against
his boss's brother.

And that's no idle threat, either.

Early baby, my fat friend will write you
a thank you note or else.

You ever get to New York?

If I ever do.

And if you ever need any heavyweight
legal help on those loopholes in the

you call me.

I'll have the D .A. himself talk to you.

Bye, Lily.

Hi, Kodak.

Who loves you?

Ah, I want to apologize for what
happened, Lieutenant.

Quinlan and me jumped to conclusions,
and we're sorry about that, and, uh,

we feel just a little bit stupid.

About that whole setup over there, too.

About letting it get out of hand.

I appreciate the apology, Chief, but I
don't hear too many of them in New York.

I called Santa Flora about an hour ago.
You should find a patrol car heading

this way pretty quick to escort you
back.

Thanks.

We'll drop you both a postcard. Bye now.

What's the matter? Got a heart attack
here.

Yeah. All right. How long ago did this
happen? Five minutes. Okay.

Okay,

cuff him. Roll him in the ditch. Get his
shirt off first.

Hello. Here comes our escort.

I don't know why you deserve such royal
treatment, Sackler.

Better stop and see what he wants, huh?

Just blast that whole damn car off the
road.

gonna kill two cops to save your corny
neck? No way.

You're the one with the axe over
Dumpkey's neck.

I can't get a shot at him.

Neither can he.

Give me a gun, I'll kill him.

All right, tell me something I want to
know, honey.

Tell me or I'll slam on the brakes and
hand you over right here.

Okay. Okay!

Dumpkey killed Constable Cade. I thought
I was driving him that night. I thought

it was a gun.

He always carried it around for
protection, and then we threw it in the

Canal.

Look, Mark, cowboys and Indians, just
like the movie.

Double crosses.

Don't forget that on the stand, Saxler.

I certainly will, yes, sir.

Division commander.

They want you to make out a detailed
report.

Oh, Frank, if I make out a detailed
report, we can sell it as a western. The

only thing we missed out there was a
stampede.

Well, welcome back to the subway.

Captain. Uh, Captain.

This is the gun they dragged up from the
bottom of the canal. Ballistics says

it's the same one that fired the shots
that killed the councilman. The

manufacturer still has the records. Can
you believe it? Dumpke bought it ten

years ago in Florida. Beautiful.

We got this, our singer Canary Saxler,
and that's the beginning of the end of

Dumpke.

Excuse me, Captain.

Lieutenant, you know this cactus you
brought back with all this white stuff

over it? You know what they call it?

They call it the little old lady cactus.

Perfect souvenir of this lily weed
character, right?

Hey, Frank, don't knock her. You know,
if my old man had met her 50 years ago,

guess we might have been the sheriff of
Polka Flats these days.

Would you like to see it again, partner?

Classic rising damp is on the way at
midday today on ITV3 with a Rigsby who's

gutted to find someone more miserable
than him. That's after we join the

Bus Company for half an hour on the
buses. Next.