All language subtitles for kojak_s04e12_dead_again

I phoned him. It's the same old story.
He's in a meeting.

He's a busy man.

I bet he don't even know I called him.

Sam's right. I got to get to him.

He'll get to you sooner or later. You'll
see.

No, Sam's right. I got to get to him.

Joe, I'm afraid something might happen.
I'll wait till dark.

I'll go over the roof.

He'll come in in the morning. We'll
talk. Everything will be all right.

Don't worry.

Thank you for a wonderful night, Mr.
McGinnis. Thank you.

Put that in your safe.

I'd hate to see a customer hit five
minutes after we made a deal. Good

Mr. McGinnis. Good night.

My chaperone will now take over.

Who the hell are you?

Joseph Arrow.

Remember? How did you get up here? Not
up.

Down.

I came down.

From the top of a roof of another
building to your building.

Don't you remember?

Last year at your house in Southampton.

You wanted a steel dock built. I did it
for you. And you said if I ever needed a

favor, you...

Well, I tried to reach you.

I called you and I wrote you.

Okay, okay.

Just take it easy.

I know it was crazy to come here.

Really insane.

You get the picture?

They said I couldn't handle the high
steel anymore because I got too much of

temper. I mean, that was really
ridiculous, Mr. Beck.

Okay, take it easy.

I really need your help.

Where's McGinnis?

He put you up to this.

I just came for my job back.

Okay. What have you got for me on this
bright Saturday morning?

Albert T. Beck, male, Caucasian, age 59.
Divorced five years. President of Beck

Construction and Realty.

According to security, arrived here at
approximately 11 .15 last night. Company

of another male, Caucasian, about 40.
Red hair, well -dressed.

Name's McGinnis.

Beck was drunk. McGinnis took Beck up to
his office, waited till he went in,

then he left. His secretary found the
body this morning.

Happy birthday.

This is what I found underneath the
chair near the door.

Mr. Beck was a sloppy housekeeper.

Lieutenant? Yeah.

Mr. Romero, his secretary, feels better
now.

Mr. Romero, I know this is tough, you
know, but the longer we delay it, the

easier it is on the killer.

It was the finest.

Most generous, kindest man I've ever
worked for. Yes, how long did you work

him? Five years.

Oh. You know, according to the security
night report record, Mr. Becton come

into the building until after the office
was closed.

But the Mr.

McGinnis... Uh, I don't know who he is.

What's your salary, Miss Romero?

$18 ,000.

Plus bonuses? Yes.

Why? Well, then I would assume you know
more about Mr. Becton than where he

keeps his notebook.

He was putting a lot of money into
diamonds.

McGinnis was his broker.

He was using a lot of tax money that the
IRS didn't know about.

I suppose it doesn't matter very much
who knows now.

Thank you.

Nice lady. See if she'll submit to a
body check.

And if she says yes, get a lady cop.

The security guard is off today, so
we're looking for him.

Another diamond?

No.

A pebble.

All right, ask Forensic if these two
pebbles match, okay?

You think he came down from the roof?

Well, he didn't come in through that
door.

This building is as tight as a drum.

What kind of a nut would do a thing like
that?

Well, let's hope he's wondering about us
the way we're wondering about him.

And let's hope he keeps wondering until
he makes a mistake.

He started to run.

I just wanted to talk to him.

He hit me with that case.

The pain in my ear drove me crazy.

So I pushed him.

That's all it was.

The papers say he was robbed.

The stuff was there, all over the floor.

Joe, you'll go to jail.

No one knows.

No one has any idea.

Anyway, Mr. Beck and this man signed in
about 11 .30.

Beck was drunk.

The man took him up to his office, then
he left.

I don't know why he came here at that
hour.

Are you sure he didn't go inside?

Oh, I was watching the TV monitor all
night.

Except for the time he went to the men's
room.

We're not kids anymore.

Except for those times.

Anyway, when they came into the lobby, I
locked the front door and went to the

men's room. When I come back, Mr.
McGinnis had already come back

Carry a piece?

Of what?

I think you will be in touch, Mr. Riley.

Oh, tired, confused old cat.

Not too swift upstairs.

And these multi -million dollar tenants
pay him a minimum wage for protection.

Are you ready?

The M .E. says that Beck died from a
blow on the back of the head. Could have

been a karate chop.

Could have happened when he fell.

And forensics says the pebbles match.

That's a hell of a set of clues for a
second -story ghost.

Or a 20 -story killer.

All right, Crocker, you check the
timings on that elevator going into his

office.

Lieutenant Kojak, Manhattan South.

Kojak, give me Crocker.

Crocker, get your feet off the desk.

Lieutenant, forensics called on the
attache case. They found a set of Beck's

prints and two other sets.

Okay, what about the timing?

Beck signed in in the lobby of the desk
at 11 .30. His friend signed out in the

lobby five minutes later.

Where does that leave us?

Well, I went through it four times, from
the street to the lobby to the

elevator.

up to Beck's floor, through the corridor
to Beck's front door, and back down

again. Now, the elevator is under
repair, so they have it going slowly.

Take 20 seconds to walk from the lobby
to the elevator.

One minute up to Beck's floor, 25
seconds to his door, 25 seconds back to

elevator. You double that for going back
down and sign out.

That's only three and a half minutes.

He could have done it and still made it
down in five, right?

I don't think so, Lieutenant.

No? Why not?

Because he had to leave Beck at the
elevator or else he goes back down

Well, that adds at least a minute if he
went in and did the job.

I'd find out about personal feuds,
competitors he didn't like, women and

that, disgruntled employees.

And anyone with a background in climbing
tall buildings.

Well, what about McGinnis? We still want
to talk to him.

No one in Beck's organization ever heard
of him. Stavros is working on it. Yeah.

You okay?

I need a drink.

What's the matter? You never see an
Indian who drinks?

Well, not this Indian, not at this hour.

It's a hot day.

That bruise is inflamed.

Joe, please, let's go someplace.

Where? Well, any place that's safe.

If I'm in the clear, we can stay here.
If not, there's no place to go.

You're worried, aren't you?

No. I just have to work now more than
ever.

I didn't want to kill that guy, but I
can't bring him back.

So the stones are mine.

Year... Maybe less. We'll leave the
country, go to Europe, sell the stones

live.

Until then, I can borrow from Skyler.
Who's that?

Shylock that hangs around the candy
store.

Depressants.

I'll dump a stone or two.

John, listen to how you sound.

Shylock, fences.

What happened to that piece of land on
the St. Lawrence River?

What happened to that tree?

So I found a new one.

Hey, Joseph!

How are you?

Stella, Mama came over to congratulate
me and Patrick.

How are you, Mama?

Is he giving you any trouble?

No.

I love him.

At least you're lucky in something.

I wanted to have everything, Joe.

Yeah, I know that.

But what good is it? It's bad enough you
work in his old man's saloon.

Why do you say things like that? I know
you don't mean it.

I need a drink.

Joe! Seller!

One of these.

Beer.

Joe!

Stay old.

Stay good.

I went to the union today.

The learner, he's off.

He said he'd come over and talk.

Big Chief Arrow.

We're gonna get some six -packs and go
over to Charlie's house.

No, thanks.

What's the matter?

We still not good enough for you?

Hey, all I said was no, thanks.

So what are you doing that's better?

Take your hands off of me.

Joe, is that a few too many?

Is this what you want me to do, Sam?

Stand around all day and drink beer?

That I'm too old to do anything except
talk about going back to the

Like the rest of these Uncle Tom -Toms?

Listen to the big shot.

Get off it.

Your sister's marrying a saloon keeper's
kid.

And your mother makes dogs.

You're crazy,

Sam. I want more.

I want more out of life than a can of
beer at the end of the day.

Stella, some of that timber's going to
get him killed.

How many winners do you see?

Too many to count.

That's right.

You know, even if you know where Beck's
office is, it's hard to find.

Well, it was filled with diamonds.

Yeah, but only three people knew that.

Beck, his secretary, and McGinnis.

McGinnis doesn't time out, right?

The secretary didn't get into the
building till after his death, according

the coroner, and didn't leave the
building, according to the security

Well, Beck told somebody.

Hey, look, the guy who's looking to beat
the IRS doesn't talk too much.

Leo, that apartment wasn't touched.

A drawer wasn't dumped.

A closet wasn't opened.

The killer went right to the stones. He
had to know.

Unless he didn't go in there to steal.

He didn't go there to steal.

Suppose he just went in there because
that's the only way he can go to see

So we have a man who knows Beck but
didn't know he had diamonds on him. Who

the ability to go up and down walls like
a fly.

And when he couldn't get to see Beck
through ordinary channels, he climbs

20 -story roof?

Come on, Theo.

Frank, let's put it this way.

Whoever he is, he doesn't know we have
that much.

Hey, Ben!

That's a new way to drink it, huh?

I fell.

It's cold. You mind?

No, no, no. Pour it on your head.

Okay. So, it's my job to keep everybody
happy.

So you don't get along with the Indians,
you don't get along with the Italians,

or the Irish.

I can understand.

Tell you the truth, if the Blessed
Apostles had a high steel team,

You pick a fight with Matthew, Luke, and
John.

I need my card back, Ben.

Okay, okay.

Just promise that you'll be a good boy.

And you're on.

I'll watch myself.

Good boy, good boy. Say you'll be a good
boy.

He's got to say that he'll be a good
boy, Ben.

Say it, say it in front of witnesses.

I came for my job.

Not to sign another treaty.

Go on, get out of here.

No wonder they don't let him drink fire
water.

Tell them to go sell your feathers.

That's it.

Some letters from a former employee.
High steel work, and they sound

interesting. Dear Mr. Beck, I hope you
remember me. I'm a high steel worker. I

did some work at your summer home two
years ago, and you said, da -da -da -da,

need a favor.

Dear Mr. Beck, this is my third letter.
I must have called a hundred times. I

was fired for no good reason.

If we meet, I'm sure you'll help me.

Dear Mr. Beck, there's no reason for me
to be out of work. I'm really desperate

to see you sign Joseph Barrow. I see if
there's a yellow sheet on one Joseph

Barrow, huh? There is now.

I just wrote out a desk complaint. He
beat up his union's business agent and

broke up a park exhibit.

It's eating you up alive, isn't it?

Joseph Arrow.

Now hold it. Police.

Joe, please.

I'm Lieutenant Kojanka. This is
Detective Crocker.

I thought you were goons Ben sent over.
I said we were police.

Well, people say a lot of things.

What do you want?

Your wife?

Almost. Oh.

What about that fight in the park this
afternoon?

I understand you went there to get your
job back.

I tried.

I guess I did a lousy job.

Listen, I didn't want to fight that guy,
believe me. Yeah, well, what have you

been doing since you lost your job?

I've been spending a lot of time trying
to get it back.

What were you doing last Tuesday night?

The fight was today.

Look, Mrs.

Almost, Joseph Arrow, I don't want to
hassle your boyfriend more than I have

All I want to do is ask if you...

Simple questions, get a couple of simple
answers, and like that, okay?

I'll see you later.

Oh, she doesn't have to go. I mean, this
is your room, not mine.

In fact, this is... this isn't my
district.

Yeah, but we're allowed to come into
other territories on special cases.

Tuesday night.

I was with Stella.

Oh.

What do you know about Mr. Albert Beck?

Mr. Beck was the head of the company I
worked for.

Was? I read the papers.

Oh.

So I see an awful lot of them.

Come here, Arrow.

You know, I, uh... I didn't want to
worry your girlfriend.

She seems like a very sensitive person.

So what's to worry about?

Hey, look.

I don't give a damn about that fight you
had with your business agent.

But the killing of Albert Beck.

You know something?

We don't have a clue who did it, but I
got a very strong hunch you did.

You're either a smart cop or the worst I
ever met.

I'm going to finish talking to you.

You're serious.

I'm talking to a murderer.

I mean, that's a very serious matter.

You know, you used to work for Mr.
Albert Beck a couple of seasons ago at

summer place.

So you want your job back?

You wrote to him?

I mean, you telephoned him? You went to
his office?

You were desperate.

I mean, your phone calls were desperate.

You wanted your job back.

And there's only one way you would have
got into that building.

It was a window 20 stories high, but
what's the big deal?

You're a high steel worker.

So the way I figured it, you went
through that window just when Mr. Albert

was there with the diamonds.

He saw you, he panicked, pushed, you
shoved, you defended yourself, and like

that. And Mr.

Arrow, that was a very dumb move.

What are you, my defense attorney?

I'm just a poor, tired old cop.

But I'll tell you something, Mr. Arrow.

I'm going to nail you sooner or later,
so why don't you just confess and make

job easier?

Okay, Counselor.

I did it.

I killed him.

By mistake, as you get.

And I'm scared stiff that nobody's going
to understand that.

So why didn't I run?

Of course that we know.

We'll be sure.

Can I have a minute and tell Stella that
you're going to arrest me? You're going

to confess?

To what?

Then forget it.

I mean, I can't prove a thing.

Look, that fight in the park this
afternoon, that'll be settled in court

tomorrow. As for the murder of Mr.
Albert Beck, well, I can't prove a

So if I brought you in now, I'd be
laughed at at the department, you see?

What can I tell you?

Keep in touch.

Tell me to bend the law. I will not bend
the law.

I'm an assistant district attorney.
That's still an honorable profession.

You want me to hang a guy, Theo? I don't
want to break the rules. Just follow

the book.

Just go according to the letter of the
law without framing a guy. Sometimes

you're a very disreputable man.

Yeah, well, during the course of my
working day, I deal with two kinds of

people. Number one, criminals.

Number two, members of the district
attorney's office.

How's that for a parlay to turn an
honest little Greek boy into what they

before you? Theo, I have an afternoon
full of depositions waiting. The city is

collapsing all around us. Tomorrow
morning, the magistrate's office.

Joseph Barrow.

Later.

Lockman, you're not a part of this
complaint.

Your Honor, our office has been advised
that considerable damage was done to an

art exhibit. We're looking into a
criminal action.

However, the injured parties were
contacted.

They will not press charges if
restitution is made at once, and we will

How much does it amount to?

The certified appraisal comes to $7 ,526
.94.

This matter is held over until one week
from today.

Gentlemen, please be here at that time.

I suggest each of you be prepared to pay
half of the amount in question.

You might as well make it a million.

Mr. Arrow, you have enough problems.

Don't add contempt to the law.

Whose law?

The Mohawks?

The Iroquois Nation?

Feel it.

Cool it.

You're getting away lucky.

You just think about it, okay?

Hey, Stella.

Hey. Hey, Rick.

Yeah, I know, Lachlan.

And I feel bad about it.

You're just going to have to raise the
money.

That's what I want you to do. Contact
the Gowanus Division.

Get in touch with Captain Miller now. I
want the best cops spread in the world.

I want every shot of any of you, you
know.

Hello.

It's not so hot. I need a lot of money.

You just made a big haul.

I need a loan, not a news bulletin.

That's easy.

Not so easy, brother brave.

Every dollar you take tightens the noose
around my neck.

So what?

$3 ,700.

$4 ,000. It's easy.

$3 ,763 .47.

Yeah, okay, okay.

Hey, really?

Down on the side of the skyscraper. That
was beautiful. Believe me. A loner like

you I never liked.

But now you got my respect.

You want me to move the loan for you?

I want you to shut your mouth and get
the money.

Hey, proud man, remember you're one of
us now.

Any way you play it.

I got Danton over there. He wanted it
out in the open so anybody he sees will

think we picked him up on something.

Hello, Al.

Is Fatso there sweating all over your
threads?

Someday someone is going to find out
what I do under your duress.

And you will be out of business.

Ah, we've been lucky so far, haven't we?

What was it?

Salami?

Kielbasa!

That's Polish sausage.

I just had some garlic bread. Would you
like me to sit on the other side?

All right.

I know a dealer who sometimes fences.

On a large scale only.

He has red hair.

How come I don't know?

His name is Norton. He works out of
Hartford.

Figure out a way to smuggle him back
across the border, okay?

Theo, you put the Chinese water torture
to shame.

What's the matter?

You don't like you, Bartha?

I looked for you before.

I went to see my mother.

I went to tell her that I might be going
away for a while.

What did she say?

A lot.

Nothing.

Oh, Joe.

You get so angry at everything.

She sees her son eating himself up
alive.

She doesn't understand how to help.

The worst of it is... I don't even think
you really know the answer either.

One day I woke up on the reservation.

And I wasn't a boy anymore.

Suddenly I didn't like having things
given to us.

So I went to a meeting.

And I told them, don't take the money.

Be free.

And they said I was right.

But they kept on taking it.

As if I had never said anything and
nobody had ever listened.

And no one ever felt really free.

Even for a minute that night at the
meeting hall.

Come on, boy.

That's it, boy. Come on. Come here.

You like the pup?

Take him home.

So there'll be three outcasts instead of
two.

Hello, Stella.

It's a nice girl. You know, quiet.

The city is falling apart, and you make
social calls.

Hey, the Gowanus Canal is dead.

I don't bait the hook.

That's beautiful.

I mean, really beautiful.

I mean, the logic of fishing in a canal
where there's no fish.

I used to play here when I was a kid.

It didn't stink quite as bad then.

Maybe it's just that I was younger.

Well, I used to enjoy solving cases.

I used to enjoy making arrests.

Was it because I was younger?

Do I look old?

I mean, do I look disillusioned?

You look sad.

Yeah, well, maybe because I gotta hound
a young man.

Maybe because I gotta arrest him.

Maybe it's because I gotta help send him
to prison.

And you know that.

That bruise still hurt?

You know, you ought to see a doctor.

Could be internal bleeding.

Beck do that?

Oh, are you aware that, uh...

They found a microscopic flesh fragment
on the corner of his attache case.

Why are you telling me what you got?

Doesn't that make you work harder?

You're like an old Indian.

You never stop tracking.

Oh, I don't think I like that old
Indian.

The truth is I can't make an arrest
without your cooperation.

But what if those diamonds might have
got away with it?

I mean that bag of ice.

You got your hands on it like you
grabbed high voltage wires.

And you'll never let it go until it
kills you.

Will you let go?

No.

Kind of sad, in a way.

Oh, don't get me wrong.

I've gone after a lot of killers in my
time, and some of them I enjoyed

But not this time.

I mean...

I mean, how can you enjoy arresting
somebody who doesn't put bait on his

when he's fishing?

Ciao, baby.

Oh, don't get up.

This old Indian will be back.

What's this for? Joseph Farrow. Who's
Joseph Farrow? You don't know? You want

tell me?

He's a guy looking to make a $3 ,800
loan.

What do you want me to do? You don't
give him the money.

Come here.

Now I'll tell you what else not to do.

You said I could have the money.

Yeah, that was before the heat.

Well, I'll... I'll pay you. I just need
time.

I gotta have time.

Hey, I don't owe you nothing. I owe the
cops less.

That was before they were around asking
about you.

I've got to stay out of prison, Skyler.

Good luck, Carol.

Why?

Skyler!

So where are you going?

To find a mountain.

It's always cooler on a mountain.

Did you know that, Stella?

Joe, if we just left town now, they
couldn't stop us. What are we going to

with a pocket full of diamonds?

Look, we could forget the diamonds.

The diamonds are mine.

My break.

My chance.

Everything used to be ours.

You start with nothing and you end with
nothing.

In between, there should be a place
where it's nice to grow food.

And good to be with love.

I never wanted any more than that.

It's free!

Joe!

Joe!

Hey, it's like a wrap -in!

Joe, stop it! I don't like this deal!

Joe, stop it!

Okay, okay, all right. Okay.

Hey, look.

I'll tell you what we're going to do.

You get a racing form and write down all
the names of the winners.

I'll sell a few stones, and that way
we'll have a cover story for the money I

got to pay to the judge.

When you do that, they're working us all
the time.

George, but they expect us to dump half
a million.

I'm only going to sell a few cents.

I know ten hungry fences who will jump
at the chance to keep their mouths shut.

But they've only got to give me ten
cents on a dollar.

Don't listen to me.

I never asked you for anything.

Just being with you was okay, even when
you got in trouble and you couldn't get

any work.

Yes. So I was working, but it was okay.

We were broke, but it was okay.

I know that.

That's all I wanted to say.

The man with the red hair, nearest us.
That's Mr. McInnes.

Lieutenant, we got a positive ID.

Mr. McInnes, a .k .a. Norton, you're in
trouble.

You were just identified by the security
guard in Albert T. Beck's building.

I'll take defense rap.

How about a homicide rap?

How much was in the case?

Half a million.

We want a complete description of every
stone.

I want a lawyer. Doesn't everybody?

We'll make a trade.

I was a wise guy kid from the
neighborhood. You know, the girls going

If they ever turned around, they would
have fainted dead away.

I saw you.

Why aren't you out fishing?

I am.

Can't you tell?

Now, look, we got a list of the
diamonds, you know, the weights, the

styles, and like that. You want to come
in?

You know, some guys can kill and they
don't give it a second thought.

Some others, the minute they do
something like that, they start to die

minute it happens.

You're just like an old idiot.

You hang around, hang around till you
find what you need.

A bent twig, a pebble out of its hole in
the hard ground.

On the other hand, I'm not so sure.

The old Indians I know couldn't track
their way out of Central Park in the

middle of the afternoon.

Is it working?

It's working.

Who could have figured?

It was so cool.

Yeah, but not cool enough to kill.

Yeah.

No. No.

Joe.

Joe. Joe.

I was having a nightmare.

I dreamed Albert T. Beck was alive and I
was dead.

Everywhere I look, that lieutenant and
his men are asking questions.

If they had any answers, I'd be in jail.

He's smart.

He's killing you slowly.

Indians don't die.

They just make another treaty.

Joe, we could still go away.

Before it's too late.

Kojak.

Says when you take another life, you
kill yourself.

Just try and get some sleep.

We talked.

Sure, Stella.

Well, you've always been good to Joe.
Even sometimes when he didn't deserve

Ah, Joe's okay.

He's just got it all bottled up. Used to
say he don't have reasons.

Well, I need a big favor.

How much?

Yeah.

Those are good. Say, look.

Ten thousand.

Really good?

They're watching me.

Okay. Tomorrow.

Today. What's this all about?

I don't find this hot.

Why don't we wait and see and we'll both
find out, okay?

Lieutenant, he finally did it.

We got him.

Good work, Leo.

No, not good. Maybe smart.

But not good.

Far from good.

Joe?

Joe?

How about Argentina for two?

But they said it's a land down there.
It's just about like it is up here.

How did you get the money?

The way you were going to do it.

You went to a fence?

To do this.

They're watching!

Joe, you said... Joe!

Stop. Stop.

I don't want to hurt you.

You'll have to.

I'll die in a cell, Kojak.

We fished a dirty canal.

We talked about better things.

I can't let you go. I'm sorry.

Well, shoot.

Shoot! Why don't you?

Maybe it's the way you look at dirty
canal water.

Hey, you feel it?

That's from the St. Lawrence.

Oh, my God.

The smell.

The smell of corn.

I never

thought

we'd get him.

We did that a long time ago.