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Yeah, could be. What do you want?

Daryl told us you might be holding some
primo stuff.

Daryl.

All right, come on.

Sure, go on.

And who is Daryl?

Daryl, from the restaurant.

Go ahead and say it.

Like I said, cream of death.

You know the difference. We know, all
right.

Hey, Jess.

Hey, wake up, babe. It's time to go to
work.

Jess?

a pleasure, Mr. DeHaven.

Uh, but somewhat of a puzzlement.

Oh, why?

Well, because five months ago I told
your partner, Mr. Lindsay, I wasn't

interested in the job.

And just six weeks ago, Mr. Moore, well,
I told him the same thing.

True. They both gave up on you.

Well, what made you stay with her?

Just plain Yankee stubbornness.

Also, I may have a better idea than they
do about how valuable you could be over

here.

Lunch, then?

Okay, Mr. DeHaven. Lunch.

Never hurts to start at the top. Start
what? It's a free meal.

A free meal with the senior partner of
Dave and Lindsay and more.

You know, you've had offers before and
you've always turned them down. Do you

know why?

Because you're a cop.

It's your life.

There's nothing out there that can match
it.

You want to talk about it?

Nope. I want to think about it.

Kojak, Manhattan South.

Crocker!

A dead woman, 517 Hester Street.
Possible OD.

A unit's on the way.

Yeah.

That was central.

We might have another one.

Village again?

Yeah.

Better call narcotics.

No, don't do that, Frank, until we find
out definitely it's drugs.

Patent exams are coming up next month.

I've read that one before.

You could breeze through.

My responsibility is the physical
premises, and that's it. I don't know

nothing else.

I don't collect any money. I don't
decide who the tenant is here. I

that, but we'd appreciate you coming
down looking at some pictures. Maybe you

could help pin a name on the guy that
you saw coming down the stairs.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'll get my coat.

He's a hooker? Yeah.

His name's Jessica Johns.

Jessica Johns?

Mm -hmm.

An overdose?

That's the guest pending an autopsy.
Yeah? All right, check with the ME.

you can put a rush on this one. I'll
climb on his back, Bobby. Terrific.

Jessica Johns.

Two dead on Moss, one on Houston, one on
Fifth, and now Miss Johns?

That's five ODs in three days.

All in the village.

All right, do you want to open
conversation with the narcotics

I? I don't know. I don't know what I'm
looking at. Bad heroin, murder,

collective suicide?

Why don't you call Vice and see what
they have on Miss Johns? And maybe she

connects with the other victims.

Bobby, narcotics division. For crying
out loud, whether we like it or not,

got to advise them. Why don't we just do
our work, Sergeant, and leave that

protocol stuff up to the lieutenant?
Come on.

Jessica Johns.

Big joke.

I knew her when her name was Rosie
Miller.

I picked her up for soliciting.

She was scared to death.

You think she'd show it?

How old was she?

Twelve.

I couldn't believe it when I saw her in
the morgue.

She looked 35.

I put it all together.

She was 15.

From Rosie Miller to Jessica Jones to a
pin on a map.

And in this great big city, this big
apple.

Who stood up and said, you know, this
shouldn't be allowed to happen. This kid

needs a chance.

Nobody.

Not us, not them.

Nobody, Frank.

Parker's got a witness.

A janitor's just coming in to look at
some mud shots.

Who's covering the area?

Stavros and a couple other guys.

Now, what I want to do is flood this
part of the East Village with enough

to squelch business.

Now, it gives the street drug hotline
enough time to get out the word.

How many units are we talking about?

Twenty or thirty units, Frank.

Look, Frank, if we got an epidemic of
hot smack on our hands, it seems to me

priority should be, number one, to avoid
further casualties while we nail these

pushers. 30 units, all right.

That means we have to borrow from
plainclothes, anti -crime squad,

division. Let's lay off in the narcotics
division, Frank. Theo!

I mean it. What they'll do is panic
every jockey in town.

They've messed up five of my operations
in the last two weeks, and they'll do it

again.

Kojak.

Yes, Stavros.

Surprise, surprise.

Yeah, Lieutenant.

The Knox just got here.

Scratch off my objections.

Narcotics are on the scene.

Okay, Stavros.

Go over and admire their assistance.

Yes, we'd like the artist down here as
soon as possible, like a half hour ago.

Now, what we're trying to ascertain from
the victim's records is some common

ground beside the fact that they hot
-shot Mexican Brown and died from it.

Okay, two were hookers. How about the
other three?

Okay, get back to me.

Uh, Lizzo.

Yeah? What about the anti -crime squad?
Where are they?

I don't know.

Mm -hmm. Are the planes closed?

This time of day, they should have at
least ten units.

Not today, Lieutenant.

Okay, let's hit it. Cover as much ground
as we possibly can.

Leo, can you come into my office?

Won't take long.

And having gotten the word, Lieutenant
Murray and Narcotics apparently bent

ears downtown.

Their request for support was
countermanded.

Who countermanded it?

Well, that's it, Theo. That's as much as
you need to know.

Oh.

Narcotics wants a field day, right?

With the jockeys crawling out of the
woodwork to sell their mothers for a

Let's not make a heavy out of the
Narcotics Division.

Lieutenant Murray is only using the
situation to make his people as

possible. If I were in that position,
I'd do the same thing.

No, you wouldn't, Frank, because there
are five people dead.

And maybe there'll be 15 dead by next
week.

There's nothing you or I or even Jack
Murray can do about it because... Well,

the simple fact is, they're junkies.

And dead junkies to an understaffed,
underbudgeted police department are not

considered pressing business.

Hey. What's happening to us, Frank?

There was a time, wasn't there, when we
gave a damn?

When we saw a little girl starting to
die at the age of 12 and we cared?

Even with an understaffed, underbudgeted
police department?

30 units I wanted to find the killer of
some junkies.

And there are people high placed in this
police department who think that the

killer's doing the public a public
service.

I should have known better.

We both should have known better. It's
not fair, Frank.

People are dying. Our hands are tied.

There's nothing you or I can do about
it.

Theo, without you, it'd be a lot worse.

Nope, nobody here neither.

All right, try this.

Prison's hitting up the night watch to
work a double shift. I guess we could

the manpower.

Yeah.

Lieutenant. Forget it.

Come on, let's go find that pusher.

Hey, man, that restaurant's lousy with
cops. Hey, man, something coming down.

All right, man, what, man? They say
what? Hey, man, I wasn't about to stand

around for no small talk. Now, look, you
know them two princesses you sent me,

man? They're just joy poppers, right?

Hey, man, they cool. They've been
around. What's wrong? Could do no

No, no, it ain't nothing like that. Now,
listen, I got to sort of talk to them,

you know? You got a phone number for
them or something?

Mary Jane and Angela, man, that's all I
know. No, man, this is important.

Hey, man, I don't know.

Mary Jane?

Architect's daughter, doctor's daughter.
My snitch in the city room at the Times

tells me they're calling this the Lawson
-Bachler murders.

I guess I better get in there myself.

Come on.

You've said six words all afternoon.

Frankly, this isn't doing either of us
any good.

What am I supposed to say, Frank?

That it took this to make us do our job?

You sound like a kid of 15 who's just
opened his eyes to the cruel, hard

It's called life, Theo.

Life and the facts thereof. I guess I'm
having trouble making the adjustment,

Frank. When those facts hit me in the
face day in, day out, year in, year out.

keep saying to myself, Theo, it's going
to change. It's going to get better. And

you know something, Frank?

It doesn't change and it doesn't get any
better.

Theo.

You know what your problem is?

You think every cop at you has a cast
iron hide.

I've got a news flash for you.

The rest of us see and feel the same
things you do, but with a difference.

We learn to accept it and live with it.

Frank, I know that, Frank.

You really want to know what my problem
is?

Five dead jockeys and no one gives a
damn.

But then we go all out with trumpets and
with drums and with outrage because two

of them happen to be rich and they
happen to be prominent.

Well, I can't accept that, Frank.

Hey.

Oh, God's children, baby.

Lieutenant, I'm glad you could make it.
It's a pleasure, Mr. Davin.

Look, I know you're busy, and I promise
you this will be a one -hour lunch. In

fact, I took the liberty of ordering for
you fresh bay scallops. Well, thank

you, Mr. Davin.

Now, now, time.

Call me Tom, whether you take the job or
not.

Okay, Tom.

You know, frankly, I got a couple of
reservations about the job.

Without knowing what it is?

I think I know what it's about.

Let's see, Fairchild is retiring at the
end of the month, and you need a new

chief investigator.

Sure, you got Perino, Mackey, and Lee.

Mackey and Lee, they're good, but
they're kind of young. And Perino, who I

well, he's not that bright.

You're thorough.

Thank you.

You said you had reservations.

Well, yes, two.

First, you know, I'm not sure if I want
to leave the department.

And second, I can't see myself accepting
a job where I'm the flunky for a pack

of young lawyers who were gung -ho with
their enthusiasm and their equally

dedicated zeal.

Well, I can't help you with the first.
I'll agree with you that it would be a

tough decision considering all your
years in the department.

But let me tell you something about the
second. Your report...

to three people, Lindsay Moore and me.
You go anywhere in the world that your

investigations take you, you develop
your own cases, and you work with our

senior attorneys when you think it's the
right time.

What kind of cases?

Criminal, corporate, industrial,
military, and Schneider versus the city

York. It seems Schneider claims that the
tax assessors raised the taxes on his

house.

because the tax assessor's cousin held
the first deed and was in a position to

foreclose.

Schneider got his taxes adjusted, and
there's a new tax assessor.

You know, it may sound sophomoric, but
we depend on these cases to keep us

young. How am I doing so far?

The pay starts at $60 ,000.

The package includes some interesting
long -term benefits.

And just one more thing, Theo.

You were selected by my partners and I
from a list of five names submitted by a

top executive search firm.

One of the names in that list is your
borough commander.

Five names?

Then why me?

Well, I know a few things about you,
too. I know about your work in the

Nelson murders, the Azure D case, the
Chinatown murders.

In my estimation, you may be the
smartest and toughest policeman in New

Plus, one more thing.

You're honest.

Well, what do you say, Theo?

Will you join us?

If I do make the split, your firm's the
only one I'll consider, okay?

I'm pleased, but that's not an answer.

Well, when do you have to know? Like you
said, Fairchild is retiring this month.

Oh.

Fresh -baked scallops, huh?

I'm used to a tuna fish sandwich out of
the machine at the department.

See ya.

How's that?

Mm -hmm.

You got it.

That's the little pimp all right. What
did you call him?

What are you talking about? That's him.
That's all I said.

Was that Jessica John's pimp? Hey, hey,
wait, wait, wait.

Hold on a minute. No, now you hold on.

Hey, Stavros.

I hear you.

You did a hitch with Vice once. Come on
over here, okay?

You'll be cool, I'll be right back.

Look at this, Sarge.

Mr. Burns called him a pimp. No, I
didn't say that.

That's what you said.

Now, why did you withhold that from us?
I didn't withhold nothing. I can't prove

what he is. You call him a pimp, I get
slapped with a lawsuit. Then what, huh?

He's a pimp, all right.

At least he's always in there trying.

His name is Francis Sonny Canavere.

Let's get it on the wire.

Sorry pal

You're fast.

But not that fast.

Okay, Mr.

DeHaven, I'll have him reach you.

Thank you very much.

Is he back yet?

No, sir.

Here, Frank.

Where have you been?

I told you. I was having a free meal
with a lovely guy by the name of

Well, I thought you might like to know
what happened while you were out sipping

Chablis. The suspect is being booked and
processed downstairs, thanks to

Crocker.

DeHaven just called.

Come on. You were seen leaving Jessica's
apartment. You were seen so well, the

police ought to sketch you.

He sketched wrong.

I don't know what you're talking about.
We're talking about hot snacks, sonny.

And if you know where it is out there,
you gotta tell us because we gotta warn

the people, understand?

Look, I don't know what you guys are
talking about, really.

What smack?

We're talking about the smack that
killed seven people.

Now look.

Look at me!

Where's the rest of it and who has it? I
don't know, man.

I swear I don't know nothing.

The lab is finding heavy traces of
heroin in his coat.

Do you hear that, Canavere? Let me try
that number again, man.

You've called that number four times and
there's no answer.

If you want a lawyer down here, I'll get
you one. Let me try it again.

Please.

All right, give him his call.

Come on.

Dick? I've got a headache.

We can't do anything for you up here,
but we can take you down to the

You want that?

It won't make any difference.

I get these all the time. My doctor says
it's nervous tension.

Once I unwind, it'll go away.

Go ahead.

Come on.

Hello. Billy.

Billy, I'm busted, man.

I've been trying to get a hold of you
for hours.

This is some kind of jackpot down here,
man. They're talking murder.

Exactly what did you tell them?

I told them nothing, man. Nothing.

But it's getting scary, you know?

Look, there's something wrong with this
stuff. Like, I don't know, maybe it

wasn't cut right or something. Okay,
okay.

Just sit tight and keep your mouth shut.

I'll get a lawyer down there as soon as
I can.

You know, they're saying seven people,
man.

I saw Jess.

She was dead.

And now they're saying seven people.

And they all scored off me, you know.

Just stay cool.

Right.

You stupid.

You told me you knew what you were
doing. You assured me you knew. Hey,

They screwed me up in Mexico, man. They
told me wrong.

Well, it sure isn't my fault it
happened.

I assume you got rid of it.

Don't worry, it's gone. I flushed it.

Look, it's not my fault.

I had no part. I never touched the
stuff. You bankrolled it, Chris.

Yeah, that's right, Chrissy.

If that flaky little pimp decides to
roll over, it's all the same for all of

I don't know about you, but a murder rap
sure scares the hell out of me.

Whatever it costs, I think you better
call that lawyer and have him handle the

situation.

It's gonna be expensive, Chrissy.

No way around that.

He's older.

Pardon me, I'm Carl Becker. I'm here to
see my client, Francis Canavia.

Okay.

Sign right here.

Thank you.

Hello, Lieutenant.

Hello, Counselor. You're looking
prosperous.

You're looking the same.

Oh, well, nothing keeps you fit like a
just cause. I remember that.

Look, I was talking to Assistant
District Attorney Linick about an hour

Now, he's inclined to deal in exchange
for your client's immediate disclosure.

Since when have you become the spokesman
for the Assistant D .A.? Especially

that Assistant D .A. Well, you know, our
ambitious Mr. Linick wants a quick

solution to the Lawson -Bachner murders.
And I, of course, I don't want anybody

else to die from that hot smack.

Well, that's noble. That's very noble.
May we use your interrogation room?

Yeah.

You know that little punk in there? He
faces seven counts of involuntary

manslaughter during the commission of
seven felonies.

And if he goes to the mat, that's 20
years on each count.

He works for somebody.

And Lennox, he's willing to deal for
that somebody, okay?

Stand by right now. Just waiting for
word from you.

We'll keep it in mind.

Mr. Canavere, I'm Carl Becker, your
attorney.

We'll have our chat right in here.

Something wrong with Kenny?

Yeah.

You know, when you offer a shyster a
deal, he either says yes or he says no.

He never just ignores it.

I didn't know.

I don't understand any of this, man.

It's called making the best of a bad
situation.

Now, you think about it.

You're a young man.

You can come out... And live like a king
for the rest of your life.

I can't go back in there again.

I can't handle it anymore.

There is no way that you can beat this,
Sonny.

So wise up and decide.

You can serve your time and come out
rich.

Or come out penniless.

Die in some alley with the rats.

I don't want to go back in again.

I can't stand it.

I can't go back in there again.

Okay, thank you very much.

Oh, I'm sorry, Consular, but the bus
leaves for Rikers in a few minutes.

Riker? Yeah, the tombs are closed.

You get the island instead.

Listen, you remember what I told you,
Sonny. I'll be in touch.

Let's go, Sonny.

Oh.

What's the matter?

Can I go to the john?

Okay. It's out this way.

Now, this is very, very critical, Rizzo.

The soil can't be too dry, can't be too
damp. It's got to be just right, you

know what I mean?

Huh? That's right.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Starvers, they do need affection, don't
they?

Where's Sonny?

The washroom.

Okay, Sonny, let's go.

I give this guy a perfect plea bargain
offer.

He tells his client.

His client hangs himself.

Does that add up to you?

I've already told the DA about that
lawyer.

Excuse me, sir.

Is this your thing?

Oh, nice, Crocker. Billy's Corner.

555035. You find out where that's
Billy's Corner, okay? Who, where, when,

let's go.

One witness.

One chance and you blow it.

A lousy, stinking mess.

A lousy, stinking mess. Well, I agree.

But this unit is on record.

Ten requests in 17 months to do
something about that overhead pipe.

Petty as this may sound, nobody hangs
himself from a smooth ceiling.

It always fascinates me how the petty
oversights in this department tend to

cripple the office of the prosecutor.

Do you have any idea how stupid you're
going to look? We're going to look in

tomorrow's papers.

This case isn't closed. We're still in
business.

We know Sonny wasn't in this alone.

We have a lead to an associate. We'll
get him.

And to what?

Convict him for being connected with a
dead felon? A known pimp and heroin

pusher facing seven counts of
involuntary manslaughter?

My God, what you two don't know.

Suppose you just let us do our job.

If it pans out, you'll be the first to
know.

And what did the shy staff say?

Mr. Becker denies you ever offered a
plea bargain, naturally.

Well, how about a bribe?

A what?

B -R -I -A.

Okay, okay.

Yeah, sure.

There's a possibility.

And you can prosecute that one in your
dreams.

Now listen, McNeil.

I want one. I don't care what you want,
Lennox.

You're an assistant D .A., period.

And not such a great one at that.

I'll go ask Tommy DeHaven to do the job
for an ex -captain.

Billy's Corner, an expensive boutique
corner, second and 52nd, owner and

proprietor, Billy Spender, drug bust in
Cleveland five years ago. Narcotics has

him as suspicious, probable drug
trafficker. Well, you take Starburst and

other boys and have somebody pick up the
search warrant.

And move fast.

Oop, here.

We're taking them down. Let's go.

Release! Hold it!

Fill the position.

All right, we've got Spencer.

You guys did the talk.

Come on.

Black with one sugar.

This must be his private stash. Oh,
hark.

What do you suppose he does with that?

Way posters?

I wouldn't doubt, but that's exactly
what he's going to say.

He had it buried in a plant over here.

Well, obviously he was sniffing a little
bit more than plants.

Wait till Linick hears about this in the
morning.

In the morning? Oh, no, we're going to
call him right now. He's at the hurry,

and that's exactly what we're doing.

Here, Lieutenant Kojaks, do me a favor,
will you?

Fish out the home phone number of
Assistant District Attorney Linick.

And tell Captain McNeil we got the
dealer.

Yeah, and we nailed him to the toilet
bowl.

Lieutenant.

Sorry to blow in without calling. I was
in the neighborhoods, as they say.

You're welcome, anyway.

Did you meet my boss, Captain McNeil?

I know.

I'll,

uh... I better check this report.

All right.

Nice to meet you.

Well,

I hope we haven't lost you, Theo.

I left a phone message.

Oh, I'm sorry. Look, when I'm working on
a homicide, I very rarely pick up my

messages. And when I'm after a man, I
rarely take no for an answer.

You will come, won't you?

Well, look, I've got to clear up things
with the department, and then I've got a

case I want to wind up.

Lawson -Bachner murders?

That's right. I had breakfast with Al
Linick. He had some flattering things to

say about the bust last night.

Praise you in particular.

With all respect, Al Linick, he hates my
guts.

He does.

People with principle intimidate him.
Anyway, the point is, Lawson -Bachner is

closed. William Spender confessed he's
pled guilty to all charges.

Confessed? Without a deal? He has
information.

I mean, he could have traded that for
clemency at least.

Now, what's the name of his lawyer?

No one you'd want to know.

What's his name anyway?

Kyle Becker.

Kyle Becker?

I spoke with him last night. He was
representing Sonny Canavere.

Well, that's only logical, Theo.

Word is Canavere was working for
Spenter.

Now, what about Monday?

Can you start then?

Hmm?

I don't see why not.

Then it's a deal.

Welcome to the firm, Lieutenant.

Here.

No deal was made because there was
nothing to deal for.

William Spender ran his own operation.

He confessed to buying the heroin in
Mexico, to cutting it himself, to

attempting distribution through the late
Francis Canavere. The very fact, that

the heroin was incorrectly cut, further
supports my theory that this was a

small, amateurish maverick endeavor.

No links to organized crime.

And who gave him the money to make the
buy?

He got the money where business people
normally get money.

Bank, cash register.

And how much money did he spend in
Mexico?

Claims he made the buy for $52 ,000.

Oh, come on, will you, Lenick?

There's no way in the world that he
could touch that quality of first -class

smack. For, let's say, less than $200
,000. And if you don't believe me, call

narcotics.

So he got a bargain.

Linick, he's coming for someone who gave
him the money for the buy.

Kojak, you want to know what I think?

I think that Sonny killed himself
because he didn't want to go back to

Even though Becker offered him money.
And you want to know what else I think?

know what you think.

You think Spender's being offered the
same deal.

That's right.

Same shyster.

Same deal.

And it seems to me that you, Linick,
ought to do something about that instead

drooling over a... over an easy
conviction.

You're suggesting what?

Organized crime funded Mr. Spender
because of his underworld savoir -faire?

No, I'm not suggesting that at all.

He didn't so much as know how to cut
heroin.

Seven people died because of what he
didn't know.

His distribution system consisted of one
mangy pimp turned pusher. That's right,

he's a dummy.

And the dummy gave him the money, too,
and it seems to me we ought to

concentrate on that dummy as well.

You're chasing snowflakes, Kojak.

Every instinct tells me you're wrong.

And what do your instincts tell you
about Billy Spender's rap? What's he

to do, seven years with time off for
parole?

My guess is he'll get seven to ten years
to hit five.

Doesn't seem quite enough, does it?

No, it doesn't seem quite enough.

I had breakfast with Tom DeHaven this
morning.

Yes, I know.

Tells me you might be joining his shop.

I might.

Fine offer.

I congratulate you.

You know, in spite of what you don't
know, I think you'll do well.

You know...

You and I ought to have breakfast
together one day.

Soon.

One day?

Soon.

Deborah, give me the records and the
personal papers on that butt last night.

They're, uh, they're downtown.

The original?

We busted him here.

We take Xerox copies and send them down
to the DA's office.

Now, who told you different?

Stavros?

Well, the captain wasn't here. You
weren't here. I told him I had to get an

from one of you. But now what's his name
gets on the phone?

Who? Linick?

Yes.

Bracker, I want you to hear this. Learn
about the system.

What?

Just answer the question, Mr. Linick.
Why originals? Why not copies?

And why was one of my officers harangued
and forced to send these records down

to you? I'm sure nobody was harangued,
Lieutenant.

I don't know how you got that
impression.

Linick, if you've got them, you're in
trouble.

Lose them, and your trouble gets worse.

Linick?

I'm trying to think.

Let me check with my secretary. Hold on,
okay?

Seems I owe you an apology, Theo.

He's in partnership with the Christopher
Wyatt.

And as far as we can tell from these
checks, Wyatt financed the shop and

Spender's buying trips into Mexico.

The grocery seats look pretty lame,
about enough to pay the rent.

This guy Wyatt's been pumping money into
it all along. Not to mention the fact

that his name is on the lease along with
William Spender's. That heroin was

found on his premises as well.

Spender confessed he was dealing on his
own. Right, because Spender's such a

high roller. Come on, will you? He can
afford to change a lipo without this

Wyatt writing the checks.

Look, Starbucks got an appointment in
Seamus with Judge Mallory, okay?

I want a court -ordered look at this
Wyatt's recent bank transactions.

Christopher Wyatt, man, that rings a
bell.

Oh, why don't you go find out why?

Sure you're doing the right thing?

It's hardly the spoils of war for 20
-some years.

A picture, a trophy, a cracked coffee
cup?

What? I made Chris Wyatt. No wonder the
name was so familiar. He's Emerson

Wyatt's son.

We're in the major leagues now, but it's
going to be difficult to nail a kid.

The family's already got that fancy law
firm on it.

Lindsay DeHaven something.

There's got to be an explanation.

There must be. Tom DeHaven's a good
lawyer. Probably an old family friend.

Is it DeHaven's office?

It's the corner office.

May I ask who's calling?

I want you to know, Mr. DeHaven, I trust
you 100%. I'll do whatever you say is

right. If that means going to jail, I...
Oh, my God, Mr. DeHaven, I can't go to

jail. I would die.

Okay, Chris.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

No one said you were going to jail.

But Dad said the police have a court
order to examine my bank accounts.

Believe me, son, you have a better than
average chance of walking out of this.

I'll do anything, anything.

For starters, why don't you bring back
Jessica Johns?

Who?

I'll see you in court.

Now get out of here before I bite your
head off.

Figured your back would go up as soon as
you found out that we're representing

the Wyatt boy.

But if you put it in perspective, I've
known Emerson Wyatt all my life. We do

corporate law. We've done business, a
lot of business.

Yeah, but you put me in a very
embarrassing situation, Tom. You know,

of interest.

I can't very well be working for the
prosecutor to be working for you, too,

I? Well, I should think that it can be
finessed.

Although, frankly, I didn't expect that
it would ever get this far.

You confuse me. What do you mean, get
this far?

Well, I didn't expect young Wyatt to get
himself involved with a type like this

spender. That's not what you said. You
said you didn't expect it to get this

far. Which means to me that you knew
Christopher Wyatt before.

Now, when was it?

Last night? This morning? When? All
right, all right. I should know better.

His father called me this morning.

Before your breakfast with the DA?

That's right.

You know, this morning when you came to
my office, the cop in me said, hey, cop

in me.

Something stinks.

I mean, along with the Linux maneuvers.

I knew I'd come to my office in the
morning.

I figured that somebody was tampering
with my investigation.

Ah, come on. We wanted you months ago,
Theo.

But the situation accelerated the
negotiations, right?

I see.

No, you don't see. Now, look, you... How
much did Emerson and Wyatt pay to Mr.

Spender in order to take the rap for the
whole thing? You're confusing the

issues, Theo.

Yeah, well, why don't you humor me and
tell me?

How much?

$150 ,000 for every year he sits.

Oh, that's a bargain.

It is.

It's quite a bargain for a young man's
life. I don't have to tell you about

prison, Theo.

That boy would die in prison.

He's not a boy. He's a man.

A full -grown man and responsible for
seven deaths.

Ah, wait.

Now, nothing has been proven.

And one of the people he killed is a
girl that I knew.

Jessica John's the prostitute.

No.

Jessica John's the child.

I don't understand.

I didn't expect you to.

What's to gain by destroying Chris
Wyatt?

Oh, he made a mistake, all right.

A mistake he's going to regret for the
rest of his life.

But he's not an ordinary young kid.

He's... This is the son of Emerson
Wyatt.

And all we got to do is pay off Billy
Spender, and we live happily ever after,

right? Look, I'll do anything in my
power to save a client.

That's the name of the game.

I do my best, and that's what makes me
best. Good for you.

But that's not my idea of law, and
that's not my idea of justice.

I think I'm a better judge of what
constitutes justice.

The American boy and so -and -so and he,
he.

Greetings to the Honorable Thomas
DeHaven. Hey, look.

You were my hero, too.

And then the walls came tumbling down.

Now, by my urging, Judge Mallory is
going to look into the records of

Wyatt. And if there are any sizable
amounts of money that are suddenly

disappearing, he's going to know where
and when and why and like that.

And as for Mr. Spender, he's going to
know, too.

Before the trial.

You're... Trying to bluff me.

You poor, dumb cop.

I wouldn't know how to bluff you.

Because I'm just a poor, dumb cop.

Stay in the force, Kojak.

Or live off your pension.

But don't try to get a job on the
outside.

I got a job to Haven and don't you
forget it.

And whatever you do, don't you so much
as double park anywhere near Manhattan

South. Because you'll get a hee -hee and
a hee -hee and a gritty you'll never

forget.

Counselor.

Oh, what are you doing here?

Oh, well, how about I'm having my shoes
fixed? What happened with DeHaven?

Oh, I don't know.

I quit or I got fired.

Or maybe I just got homesick.

Besides that, you can't do without me.
Are you kidding?

My charm, my warm personality.

Absolutely.

Listen, if someone offered to buy you
dinner and you had a choice, what would

be, Chinese or Greek?

You know, the last time somebody offered
to buy me a free meal, it turned out to

be a Trojan horse.

Ha!

Well, what'll it be, Chinese or Greek?

You call that a choice? I mean, with a
name like Theodorus Kojak?

All right, Chinese.