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Mr. Abernathy, my fee for your mother's
treatment and operation has been due for

the better part of a year.

Now, just who in the hell do you think
you're dealing with?

The man who killed my mother.

You and your mother knew the risks of
surgery.

Unnecessary surgery.

I will not authorize the insurance
company to pay you for my mother's

nor will I pay the deductible for her
murder, Dr. Shea.

That man works for a man to whom I owe
money.

Money you owe me.

Now you will draw $16 ,000 from the
bank, and you'll have it here by 2 .30.

I will not pay you, Dr. Shane.

Little Mouse.

Name that tune.

I guess I better change my plans. Right.

You have got to change your plans.

Run along to the bank, Little Mouse.

Do you need me to change your diapers
first, Irving?

Too bad Mr. Dunvelo can't give you any
more credit.

Could win your money back betting on
Dallas tonight. If I had any credit with

Billy Dunvelo, I wouldn't have needed
him to order you to collect my fee from

Irving Abernathy.

And do you know why the DA sent me here?

I'll tell you why.

Every time you guys mess up on Miranda,
Escobedo...

search and seizure, and either the DA
can't bring charges or the judge

dismisses. We lose.

Now, what have I been telling you guys?

Be screwed it up.

Now, look.

Felons go up or go free according to how
we bust them, right? That's real.

Now, you know what it is to make a good
case.

You know what it is to waste all that
time, all that money, and all that work

and ending a case by making a bum
arrest?

That's sabotage.

Sabotage.

You know, Theo, you're really beautiful
when you're angry.

I hate to leave you guys, but I've got
other squad rooms to visit.

Bye. Bye. Goodbye.

All right, gentlemen, the D .A. has
talked to the commissioner. The

has talked to Internal Affairs.

I .A .D. will be glad to come down hard
on Frank. She's gone.

Okay, take over.

You got to have the form out while she's
here.

What are you talking about? You and I
beat the spread on floor under there.

up.

I want everybody back to work.

Now, see, I don't have time for this.

the utmost.

Hello, Ballantyne Ambulance.

This is Dr. Theodore Shane.

Dispatch an ambulance to East 37th
Street between Park and Lexington.

There's an injured man on the sidewalk.

Police? There's been a terrible fight.
But it wasn't really a fight.

lever cue, but why are you wasting time
asking me about it when there is a man

lying hurt at East 37th Street near
Park?

Just give me a city ambulance here,
pronto.

Why are his eyes so glassy? He's in
shock.

Oh, here.

A Ballantyne ambulance?

Dr. Shane.

A cancel, I repeat, cancel the ambulance
I called. All right, here's the

ambulance. Since when have city
ambulances been caddies? We gotta call a

officer.

Oh, a chicken knows how to quite look
like this.

Yeah, let me ask. Uh, just hold on.

Dr. Goff to the Bellevue.

Dear Kojak, Steve, what do you got in
your emergency room on this winter

that I love?

All right, you hold on to the uniform,
cops, and I'll be down there, uh, uh,

quick.

Todd Flynn.

Kneecaps broken and in shock.

Kind of a guy who goes around beating up
gamblers for his boss. And who's his

boss, Rizzo?

Billy Donvalo. Billy Donvalo.

A shy and a bookie roll into one.

A criminal that nobody charges.

I mean, what gambler's going to admit to
being into a bookie, right?

I guess everybody bets a deuce or two,
but heavy gambling, I don't know.

So what do we got?

Todd Flynn with his kneecaps broken?

Is it justice poking its head up?

Or something nasty we can all believe
in?

Gambling is a sickness with massive
social consequences.

Where is it written, huh?

I say San Francisco can beat Dallas, or
at least beat the spread. There's upsets

all the time, Gable.

Better read the sports page.

Hello, Steve. You Gable from Lieutenant
Kojak Manhattan South? Hi.

What's coming down with Flynn?

I want you to save all that perpetrators
and the aforementioned and all that cop

talk for your UF61 report, okay?

Uh, Lieutenant, I can't make out a UF61.

Oh, what are we doing? Hiring
illiterates now?

Permit me, Lieutenant.

Form UF61 only applies when there's the
report by a victim of a crime, not the

report of an accident.

Explain.

Flynn says he slipped and fell onto the
pavement.

What he told me was that he tripped on
his walking stick.

Which would still be an accident, for
which we don't fill out Form UF61.

So I fill out the form that us medical
types make out when we treat injury

accidents of a suspicious nature.

And I like you, so I called, too.

Which means I can still ask embarrassing
questions without the UF -61.

Where's Flynn now?

They took him up to 1042.

And he's not too heavily sedated to
control what he's saying. So don't ask.

Oversedating is bad medicine.

Would I want you not to like me?

Let me see your note.

You find it funny that Flynn says it was
an accident?

Yes, sir. He wouldn't even tell us what
he was doing on East 37th Street. I

think he's hiding something.

I bet.

How about this eyewitness of yours?

Mrs. Leverkew?

Uh, how good is any eyewitness?

Well, you don't make out the UF61
report, so you get to go home and watch

football game. How lucky can you get?

It's a month for underdogs, I guess.

Todd, I want to know who did this.

I don't know.

I swear.

Had to be a big guy to take you.

Yeah.

I told the cops it was an accident.

That was definitely right.

Definitely right.

Oh, you come in.

It's a pleasure.

Well, thank you very much.

Like that.

And Billy Donvello visiting Todd Flint
to make sure he gets his workman's

compensation. It couldn't happen to a
nicer guy.

Hi, Kojak. Who called you?

I didn't, Billy.

I'm sorry, it was an accident.

It's Theo, isn't it?

Lieutenant Kojak.

And what happened to your dapper boy
here? You know, I'm not buying that

that he, uh, that the Jinsky or the Bone
Breakers tripped while doing a light

fantastic. Oh, I was walking.

No, not walking. I mean, you hurt too
bad for that. What's your version, Don

Valo? He was hit by a car.

A car?

Oh, Tisk, Tisk, you are fibbing me.

Here.

See those numbers?

That's my phone in Manhattan South.

You see those other numbers here, the
one with the hyphen?

That's the amount of years you'll be
sitting in the big house for misprision

a felony. Tell him what that is,
Donvalo. Some crime, right?

Misprision of a felony is withholding
the knowledge of the existence of a

serious crime like felony assault from
me.

Hey, look.

When you open your eyes, will you think
about me?

As for you, Donvalo, I'm a carter, baby.

Thank you.

Hey, you're an old crow. What's this out
there?

Well, you got no time to chit or to
chat.

You know, you bookies, you pay out a lot
of bread.

You know what I think?

I think that the underdog bets bit you
so bad because you didn't have time to

lay off the underdog bets.

So? So, I think you got a very serious
cash flow problem. You need cash, so you

send Flynn out with his ebony walking
stick to collect.

True?

Only the strong survive.

But you won't for much longer. You know
why?

Because one of your competitors pulled
off a brutal but elegant move by busting

Flynn's kneecaps.

Let's face it.

No collector, no credibility. Who's
going to want to pay you?

I think there's a trade war going on.

And I think they used Flynn's kneecaps
as Pearl Harbor and Clark Field.

But it was an accident.

Oh.

And that little fib proves to me that
there's a trade war going on.

And I'm going to pick off on both sides
and get to you. Be serious.

Forsooth.

Beware the Ides of March, baby.

All right!

from the streets on who broke Todd
Flynn's kneecaps.

Want me to call Organized Crime
Intelligence to find out who's taking

Independent Bookie?

Splendid idea.

Rizzo? Yeah?

I want you to stay on top of Billy
Dunvall. Do what he does, anything like

and then it'll be easy for you. Yeah,
that's what we'll see.

The Ballantyne Ambulance Company.

Somebody call for it, and then cancel
the Ballantyne Ambulance.

East 37th Street, 3 p .m.

After that, you relieve Rizzo.

Okay.

Can I do anything, Lieutenant?

Yes, Stavros. I want you to find the
cabbie who picked up a fare at East 37th

Street, took them to Penn Station, and
you know how many cab companies there

are? We got a description of the fare?

A dedicated man.

Thanks a lot.

Well, the description doesn't fit for a
guy who could take out a flint.

But the uniform's got this description
from a witness. Let's see. Five -six or

five -eight.

Male, Caucasian, brown hair, slight of
build, and mousy clothes.

Five -six?

A practitioner of the martial arts. Yes,
perhaps.

Now, Robert Crocker and myself, we're
going to use the Socratic method and

gather the truth within her when she
arrives here at our Acropolis.

And in the meantime, Mr. Crocker, you
come here and tell me how you managed to

keep that Camelot coat clean in the city
of New York.

Hello? Mr. Abernathy, you assaulted
someone, and you're now a criminal.

Unless I have the money you owe me, I'll
see that you're arrested, convicted,

and sent to prison.

Moreover, you'll lose your bonding and
your accountant's license.

Is that quite clear?

Do you want the police to know that your
unnecessary surgery killed my mother?

To pay your gambling debts?

You can go and go to the devil.

did I really see a little mouth of a man
beat up a much bigger man?

No one at my group therapy would even
listen about it until I got into my own

anger at not being listened to.

But when I got into my anger, then they
even asked me what kind of a car the

little man fell on with his sweaty
hands.

His hands fell on the car.

Do you remember which one?

Of course. It takes exquisite panache to
wear a blue Rolls Royce Phaeton

successfully.

Wear a Rolls?

It can be such a tacky automobile.

Don't you think?

The license number, do you remember? I
remember only three numbers.

One, seven, three.

One, seven, seventeen.

I was a debutante when I was seventeen.

Really?

Forgive me.

Three, I was married twice.

Use the phone on your desk.

Go ahead.

How tall would you say Detective Crocker
is?

Six feet.

You want to see if I can judge a
person's height accurately.

Lieutenant, the man I saw beating the
other man was five feet eight if he was

standing up straight.

And he did look like a poor little mouse
of a man who was into his own anger for

the first time in his life.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Levy. I know
you've tried.

Excuse me.

Vehicle identification is putting the
rolls in the computer.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Levy.

You've been a marvelous help.

Look, it's getting kind of late, so I
think I'll have one of my men take you

home. Oh, I can take a taxi.

Unless someone else deals with it.

Let us let you.

Criminal Identification Bureau.

Well, they're sending down a list of
suspect photos tomorrow.

May I ask you to join Detective Crocker
at your convenience?

We'd like you to look at some portraits
of mice who have been discovered in the

cheese.

Good.

Then I've been of some help.

I know you needed help.

I really heard you.

Hey, uh, she couldn't find a witness.
Oh, yes, and she's made some very

interesting observations about your
physical dimensions.

Did you do your homework?

What a lucky night.

It's on your desk.

I found a cabbie.

This fare was a male Caucasian, late
30s, a sweaty little guy, and he matches

the description of your witnesses.

The cabbie took him to the Long Island
Railroad at Penn Station. He didn't have

any baggage.

Baggage to go to Long Island?

No, no, that's a good question that
Stubbers asked. Thank you, Stubbers.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Chavistein? Oh, uh, Dr.

Theodore Shane ordered the ambulance.

Uh, office, um, 429 East 37th.

Oh, that's right across the street from
Navicchio.

And I wonder where the good doctor
lives.

Or is that information on my desk,
waiting for my perusal, so you can sit

and watch the ballgame?

Doctor, can you tell me why you canceled
that ambulance call?

Oh, quite frankly, I thought better of
getting involved when I saw the woman go

to Flynn's assistance.

You did say the victim's name was Flynn,
didn't you?

Yeah.

I understand malpractice suits and all
of that.

How long were you looking out the
window?

I don't know.

You spent a lot of time looking out the
window?

Of course not.

It's just that sometimes I do.

49ers are winning and everybody's
looking at the game.

So you got a bet on the game?

I couldn't get a bet down with a friend.

I understand that. Who would you have
bet?

The 49ers.

You're kidding.

It's just, you don't look like the kind
of guy who'd bet the underdog.

All right, doctor.

Maybe we'll chat again.

Now, if you want to talk to me, I'll be
at Manhattan South. We're here to serve

the public and all of that. Thank you
very much.

What being blue Rolls Royce Batons
registered in the state of New York?

None of them beginning or ending with
the license number 173.

All right, now, Detective Stavros will
pass amongst you with a list of Rolls

Royces.

Now, I want you to call the police
department in each municipality where

cars are registered.

We're looking for a blue one that was on
East 37th Street when Todd Flynn was

taken. Now, if one of your fellow
officers should call and say he has the

have him hold it until we get forensic
down there to try to lift the prints

the trunk of the car.

Dr. Meredith, Dr.

Meredith, go to the white phone at the
station.

Dr. Meredith, Dr.

Meredith, go to white phone at the
station.

Do you know how bad you're being hurt
screwing up the world?

You didn't file a complaint, so I got a
cop in the hall.

He's been on me since yesterday. He's
even boring to talk to.

I can't even get a whisper on how I did
this to you.

I'm sorry, Bill.

I hate to ask you, but if you made a
complaint, maybe it would get

the cops off me.

All right, if you want, Billy.

Take care of the nurses.

You're a stand -up guy, Tom.

Hey, uh, Rossi. Dr. Cohen. Dr. Cohen.

Rizzo. R -I -Z -Z -O.

There's no compassion in any of these
faces.

I guess that's why they're career
criminals.

Yes, I suppose so.

But our little mouse isn't here.

May I have some more of your awful
coffee? Or do you have to work?

Dr. Shane, it's Mr. D calling.

I'll talk to him.

Did you maybe see what the guy who hurt
Todd looked like?

Todd said he never saw me before.

I'd appreciate your help in this matter,
Doctor.

Very much.

Will you forgive my debt?

To protect my position and my
credibility?

Definitely.

If your description gives me the guy who
screwed it up in the first place.

I think I can squeeze in an appointment
for you. Not at your office.

I got a new cop on me. Give me a time
and a place and I'll lose it.

The library.

Three o 'clock.

The automobile never left Tuxedo Park,
the chauffeur said.

Well, if I lived there, I wouldn't leave
either.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Negative on these cars.

What a terrific.

That's five more to go. Rizzo, do you
have any glad tidings? Maybe. Flynn

a complaint.

And who's on Del Vallo?

I got Saperstein on.

Assailant unknown to victim?

And Flynn told you he's over 200 pounds
and six feet?

I mean, Flynn couldn't admit to be taken
by a mouse, so he said it's an

accident, which brings us down on
Dunvalo, who wants to get rid of us,

he tells Flynn, make a complaint.

So Flynn, he lies about the size of the
perpetrator. Why?

Because his pride was hurt.

Granted.

But in terms of the time and energy
we're putting into it, is it worth it?

were wrong about the war of the bookies.

Should the mountain labor to produce a
mouse?

Yeah, McNeil.

Yeah.

Mazel tov.

That was Saperstein.

Dunvallo used three cabs, a subway, and
a sail at Bloomingdale's to shake him.

Wonderful.

The history of agriculture.

Who knew anybody cared?

Which makes this a safe place to meet.

As for us, it's agreed.

I gave you my word.

What does this creep that broke Todd
look like?

Don't you want to know his name and
address first?

Irving Paul Abernathy.

His address is on the card.

Abernathy, the guy that owes you...

It's a library.

Listen, Doctor.

Thank you.

At least you get your money from him.
Money?

What's that next to my good name?

Len?

Do you really have to ask?

Men out in South, Detective Crocker.

Yeah, hold on.

Lieutenant, it's Chief of Police
Lachman.

Yes, Chief, this is Lieutenant Theo
Kotak.

Well, thank you.

The Rolls is owned by one Harvey Miller
of Lachman.

I'll call Miller, you get forensics
ready to roll.

While I find out from Miller, where the
car is. Go ahead, use the phone in my

office.

Mr. Harvey Miller, please.

This is Lieutenant Kojak, New York
Police Department.

Hello, Mr. Miller. Yes.

You can be of great assistance to us.

The police in Larchmont told us that
your wife said you were parked near East

37th Street yesterday.

Right.

Now, we... Well, we have reason to
believe that a felon were after left

fingerprints on the trunk of your car.

The boot.

The boot? Yeah.

Could you give me the address?

Thank you, Mr. Miller.

Cracker?

Forensic's ready.

Rose's there? Terrific.

It's a garage in midtown.

Our mouse's prints are about to get
washed off right about exactly now.

Don't you know what pre's mean?

Our villain has a definite perspiration
problem.

He practically etched his prints into
the car's finish. A beautiful set,

Oh, NYPD doesn't have a name to go with
the prints.

However? I wired the prints to the FBI,
and they'll either come up with the name

or add the prints to their collection.
What do you do?

Me?

I tell you I know where to look for the
name, even if the FBI doesn't have it.

You just thought of where now?

Oh, it's time to think. It's my age, my
training, and my experience.

Besides all that, I don't know where
else to look.

What made the smudge anyway?

The ashes of my youthful dreams, I fear.

A lot of that going round.

I'll do it. Oh, will you? Thanks.

So, Dr. Shane is in surgery now, making
money to pay for the apartment above the

office building in the 30s. And also to
pay for a very professional nurse.

You're cute, too.

Surgery business good?

What does that mean?

Too good?

Dr. Shane has ordered and performed many
procedures in these last months.

But he's an internist as well as a
surgeon, and I'm a nurse, not a

Well, I respect your opinion.

And look, this is off the wall, but do
you usually dial his calls?

Usually.

555 -9441.

Yes. The man's name is Mr. D.

Mr. D.

Donvalo. Often?

Something is very wrong, isn't it?

Yes. Were you here last Monday?

No, Dr. Shane canceled all of his
appointments except Mr.

Abernathy and gave me Monday off.

Something to do with Mr. Abernathy's
bill?

Why don't you tell me about Mr.
Abernathy?

I'll tell you about his mother.

She was all he had, and, you know, I
think she was quite a lot.

Dr. Shane told Cynthia Abernathy she
needed major surgery, and she just

laid herself down under his knife.

And smiled at him.

And died in the recovery room.

The soul of sweetness gone.

The soul of sweetness.

So has poor little Irving, who hasn't
got anyone now.

Was he the kind of guy who paid his
bills on time?

A CPA.

Early. He'd never get a parking ticket,
except that he looks like he's afraid to

learn how to drive.

But he never paid Dr. Shane's bill.

The poor little man told his mother's
insurance company not to pay it.

And he refused to pay the deductible.

I see.

Well... Any other doctor would have
turned her over to a lawyer.

Unless, uh... Look.

Did Cynthia need that operation?

I'm not qualified to say this, but I
have wanted to say this to someone for a

long time.

She didn't need surgery, and she wasn't
the only one.

Mm -hmm.

Okay.

Now, I'm going to have to talk to a name
now instead of a title, even though I

respect the one of nurse.

Beth. Beth.

Did the calls for Mr. D...

And the surgery increase at the same
time?

Yes.

It's gambling, isn't it?

4 -4 the hard way, baby. It never comes
easy.

So according to you, Shane has been
booking surgeries like a fading hooker

Sutton Place booking tricks, right?

That's nice, Sidney. That's very, very
nice.

Now, what has to happen before you
doctors lift this here character's

privileges?

Well, he's probably killed more people
with his knife than the bandits in the

South Bronx.

What do you mean?

I'm agreeing with you.

Sidney, nothing agrees with you. You're
a... A Commergian.

You got it.

The FBI got a name on our prints. Irving
Paul Abernathy.

Well, you're no fun anymore, Lieutenant.

Yeah.

Don't tell me Abernathy has a prior.

No. The FBI got the prints from the
State Licensing Commission.

Abernathy's a bonded, certified public
accountant.

Or at least he will be till we bust him.
Shall I get a warrant?

No. No?

Hold off on the warrant.

Now get out of here. No, wait.

You stay here, and I'll get out of here.

Call your attorney.

I'll save you the fee.

Yes. You can avoid charges like
withholding evidence or misprision of a

by volunteering to testify against
Abernathy.

That would be embarrassing.

Subpoenas are embarrassing, Doctor.

It's funny, isn't it?

With creeps like you and Dunvala running
around.

I wind up with Abernathy.

You kill his mother to collect the
surgeon's fee and pay your gambling

And somehow, you wind up with Flynn and
Abernathy in the same place at the same

time. And presto, Abernathy is the
felon.

Things don't always work out, do they?

Doctor, when we get the mouse, you still
got the rat, Don Volo, on your back.

And if anything should happen to
Abernathy, I'm gonna hold you as

murder. Or if you're lucky... Maybe just
a felony of sorts.

I got to protect my credibility, right?

Look, I want to talk to you, but with my
attorney present.

Try and understand my position.

Your position fell apart a long time
ago, and I'm too tired for compassion.

Dr. Shane.

Queen's cops.

They're in place waiting for us. Theo,

Abernathy is a felon, regardless of
circumstances.

Regardless?

Shaden's gambling killed his mother.

We have some future for this Irving,
don't we?

And we add us to his past.

This guy hasn't got a life worth living.

You know this Irving?

Frank, you and me, we grew up in the
same jungle.

Remember the mama's boys?

You know?

Shy, bashful.

Total strikeout in sports. Total
strikeout with the chicks.

Except they're too scared even to go to
bat.

All the little guys that became
accountants or clerks or whatever else

them to do.

They don't cheat. They don't steal.

They don't lie.

And they never go out with the boys. And
you know why?

Because the boys, the wise guys like you
and me, we never wanted them around.

So they wind up living with Mama as
grown men.

You know something, Frank?

There's a great deal of love in that.

And to lose that... And to lose that to
Shane.

Hey, Irving's the felon. Well,
regardless.

Now, you know the DA will plea bargain,
so don't tell me Abernathy's the kind of

guy we're paid to protect.

And don't tell me he's one of our
failures.

You're telling me?

So we go out to Q Guns, we make the good
bust.

And Irving gets a record, we send it to
the License Commission.

Goodbye to bonding, goodbye to CPA.

Goodbye to the arm and the leg it's
gonna cost for a lawyer to tell him just

that. Am I wrong, Frank?

No, you're right.

Yeah, well, you know, it's good police
work.

I mean, nothing fancy, nothing
brilliant.

But you know, it ought to cost too much.

I mean, you never know what can screw up
during an arrest.

Sabotage. Theo, we both know the
difference between the law and justice.

And the difference makes us both very,
very tired.

But if you're going out to Queens to use
the law to get justice, you're in for a

lot of grief, which you know and which
you'll deserve.

Police. Freeze.

Freeze.

Assume the position, huh?

Oh.

22. That's a nice, quiet gun. Won't
disturb the neighbors.

William Donvalo? Aye.

I have a warrant here for your arrest.

Also... Search of residence, your place
of business, your automobile, and,

um... Ends like that.

Bust him.

And make sure you read of his rights.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up the right to remain...
Court of law.

You have the right to speak with an
attorney and to have the attorney

during questioning.

If you so desire, you cannot afford
one... Who are you?

Shut up, bully.

The police?

Don't.

If you are the police, I demand to see
identification and warrants.

How would you believe I forgot?

I want to see my lawyer.

I want to go to the bathroom.

I want to sleep.

I demand to be treated as if I had some
dignity.

You... Damn it, me!

You are a felon.

And I'm the one who makes the demands
around here, and I demand a confession.

You know, it's no good being a sweet
night's cup with you. You've had me here

for three hours.

Big macho guy, huh?

Now, you think that would hurt? Odd guy.

Confess.

All right, stand up.

And let's see if your gut can take this.

Well.

Yes.

I broke Flynn's knees.

All right, good.

And by God, I'd do it again.

And I'm just sorry that I didn't break
Shane's, too. And you can go to the

that you look like.

Wouldn't you know that.

First time in my life anybody ever
called me Irv instead of Irving.

He'd be a lousy cop.

Ah.

Abernathy's lawyer called me from Queens
Borough Headquarters. I told him

Abernathy was being held in Brooklyn, so
he's on a merry chase.

Confession? Mm -hmm.

You know, you look like hell.

He told me to go to the devil I look
like.

Now, does his lawyer sound competent?

At this hour?

There must be some mouse.

Will he listen to you, do you think?

I think so. I have to get some sleep.
He's no mouse, Frank.

In fact, I envy him his rage and wonder
sometime whatever happened to us.

Well, it's a good thing we lost some of
that rage.

We wouldn't be able to hold our jobs.

About which?

You have a date with Shane at the DA's
office tomorrow?

We have.

And we drew Cecilia Quinones.

So, if my client agrees to testify about
Denvalo's bookmaking and attempt to

extort money from my client, as well as
Denvalo's alleged attempt to do injury

to Abernathy, your office will bring no
charges against my client.

Unless he reneges his promise to quit
Madison, do we have a deal?

Yes.

You're destroying my life.

You did it all on your own.

And let's hope there are not too many
others like you out there, Doctor.

Hey, Kojak.

Good try, baby.

What's with you people?

With me is I prosecute people like you
to the fullest extent of the law.

And you saw this morning, you're not
getting off on any legal technicalities.

Lady, Kojak, I'm disappointed.

We're all pros, remember?

I'll beat some of those charges, go down
on others.

So I do, a couple of years.

My interest will be protected for me.

I won my credibility back in Kew
Gardens.

You know something, Coochie Coo?

I don't like you too much.

Ah, the hell with you.

You know something? He's right.

Now, what's the story on Abernathy?

The law is the law, which includes
probation.

If he pleads guilty to a lesser, I'll
make an offer to his lawyer this

afternoon.

Unsupervised probation and a fine.

It's the best deal I could get you. And
remember, I'm not just your lawyer, I'm

your cousin.

Kojak said I'd lose my bonding.

Well, of course.

No deal.

I want the preliminary hearing as soon
as possible, too.

Now, will you please send Kojak in on
your way out?

It's called an Italian hero, but with a
face like yours, we'll call it a

submarine sandwich.

It's Crocker's idea.

Miss Quinones, do the people have any
more questions of this witness?

Well, I do, but I'll just ask what's
relevant.

Stop me, Lieutenant, if I hit something
you did do.

Red Abernathy, his Miranda rights?

No. Obtain a warrant for his arrest?

Didn't think so.

Search warrant?

Not that either.

So, Lieutenant, you violated Miranda,
illegal search and seizure, violated

Escobedo, oh, and duress.

People versus Irving Paul Abernathy.

Dismissed. Jury dismissed, and thank
you. Are you kidding? What's going on?

Kodak sabotaged his own case.

Theo, thank you.

I want you to know I don't like having
heard from you.

No one does.

But you'll get hurt because of me.

General Affairs will want to talk to
you.

What are you going to tell them? Tell
them to air us human, Frank.

They never paid us to be human.

How about to forgive the vine?