All language subtitles for kojak_s06e06_it_s_always_something

What, I'm supposed to thumb my shield
for $2 ,500?

Tonight, on Kojak.

Prosecuting Blake is like prosecuting
Kojak. It's family.

We're your family now.

What were those two Colombians dusted?
The $250 ,000 bribe? If you've money,

can buy anything.

It's me.

I'm their target.

He's engaged to my daughter, and I love
him like a son.

Each man kills the thing he loves.

No, no!

Hey,

you all right?

In a desperate attempt to manufacture
sympathy for their client, Mr.

attorneys would have us believe the
defendant frail and infirm, and his

attendance at these proceedings
constitutes a cruel and unwarranted

his delicate health. I, for one, can
think of something infinitely more

hazardous.

Sentencing him to live the remainder of
his days beneath the roof of the fire

trap he owns at 934 East 9th.

Significantly, the defendant was not too
frail, not too infirm to recently climb

ten flights on a pre -trial inspection
tour of that same edifice.

Flights, I might add, that his tenants,
many of whom are much older than he, are

condemned to climb almost every day
because the elevator, like the heating,

the electricity, the plumbing so
infrequently works.

Last January.

At the height of a raging blizzard, the
heat went out at 934 East 9th.

To cope with the problem,

Luis Dominguez purchased a hibachi and a
five -pound bag of charcoal

briquettes.

Temperature fell to 22 degrees that
night, but the Dominguez family never

the cold.

Long before this, sun rose.

That following morning, they were dead
of carbon monoxide poisoning, and the

defendant didn't feel the cold either.

When at length the bodies were
discovered, our frail and infirm Mr.

Agajanian was snorkeling in the Bahamas.

Buy one of the 100 % Turkish cotton.

Loosely twisted, one -half -inch high,
double -looped tile.

52 ,982 loops to the square yarn.

What you delivered was quarter -inch
high, single -looped Supima.

No, no, no. I don't want to hear about
Doc Strikes. I'm launching a new hotel

Thursday. 1 ,802 rooms, 312 suites. And
the towels you sent me, I wouldn't hang

in a Tijuana cat house.

Mac, at my last count...

I own 23 hotels, seven office buildings,
two casinos, and a cruise line. Now,

think about that for a while,
McBrackney. Long and hard. Think about

means if I decide to move my account to
Trowbridge Mills.

Yeah, yeah. Now, I want that merchandise
replaced by Wednesday noon or by

Thursday morning. You're going to be up
to your adenoids in Chapter 11.

I'm sorry.

I know I promised no business today.

That's all right, Daddy.

There are three things I stopped
believing in before I'd broken in my

retainer. The tooth fairy, no -run
pantyhose, and a father's promise.

Holy cow, $10 ,000, $10 ,000.

Holy baby,

mother of God.

Say what? That's why I requested this
meeting. I'll tell you in person.

We've decided not to prosecute the Latin
New York case. What? You're dropping

it?

Why? I bucked my hump on that one. I
gave you the perfect collar by the book

from get -go. I gave you an eyewitness,
Gloria Washburn. I did everything but

strap the guy in a chair for you.

You gave us buckers.

That fell safe witness of yours?

30 seconds into his cross -examination,
the defense attorney would have her up

for perjury, criminal conspiracy, and
obstruction of justice.

And when he got done with her, he'd come
gunning for you.

For me?

You don't know, I suppose, that Virgil
Bolden is Gloria Washburn's common -law

husband.

Buddy Bolden?

No, I didn't know this.

When did this happen?

They cohabitated between 1984 and 1988.

White Plains, South Bronx, Jackson
Heights. You don't deny knowing Virgil

Bolden. No, of course not. Why should I?

Well, that you once borrowed $2 ,500
from him.

Okay, okay. I know what you mean.

But that's not a loan. Not exactly.

I wrecked my car back at the academy,
but he offered to do the body work for

I told him I was short on cash. He said
not to worry. He'd carry me.

Repaid him?

Yeah, over the next 18 months.

Have the receipts, do you?

Well, you don't ask a friend for
receipts, but he didn't ask me to sign a

promissory note when he did the body
work, did he? Then you can't prove that

ever repaid him, can you?

No, no, I can't prove that God made
little green apples either. So what?

the hell has any of this got to do with
Tommy Ladner?

December 24th, 1988, in a ballroom
altercation at Jackson Heights, Ladniere

your friend, Baldwin.

Cut him bad.

Ladniere's attorney had six witnesses,
including an ordained minister, prepared

to testify they heard Baldwin swear he'd
get even with Ladniere, no matter what

it took.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

If you're insinuating what I think you
are... I'm insinuating nothing. I'm

telling you what the defense counsel
will insinuate.

That you and Boland's common -law wife
in collusion, Deacon Spider, hang a

murder rap on an innocent man, namely
their client, Thomas Lattin, here.

That's a damn lie, and you know it!

What? I'm supposed to sell my shield for
$2 ,500?

Where's it written it was only $2 ,500?

That's the known sum.

It doesn't inevitably follow that it
dictates... total amount.

Is that what you think?

If it were, I'd hardly be sitting here.
I'd be back in my office preparing the

people versus Winston Blake.

You want to slay the messenger, Pally?
You've only yourself to blame. You

to do your homework.

Your eagerness to button up the case.
You asked every question but the right

one.

If you'll excuse me, Inspector.

Detective Blake.

Mr.

Schoenberg, please.

Your name?

Me? He wouldn't know who I am.

Just tell him it's the lost and found.

Hello?

Schoenberg?

Sweating, are you? What about?

It's safe.

And it's yours.

The $25 ,000.

Meet me at South Street, under the FDR,
at Rutgers Slip.

You know, she gets like this once in a
while for no apparent reason. God knows

where it comes from. Certainly not her
mother.

Tonight she cooks me a cordon bleu
dinner and I get up from the table with

rocks in my stomach.

All my life, I've been successful,
whatever I turn to. Everything.

Well, everything but parenthood.

How do you do it?

Do what?

I love you, too.

And I feel like a voyeur.

And the way that you touch me, with a
look, the way you anticipate each

every need, and the little unspoken
thing.

We love each other.

Oh, I love her, too.

All for her.

Everything I've ever done. Everything I
hope to do.

Everything.

It's all for her.

Why doesn't she understand that?

Oh, hey.

Am I counting on you, son?

Yeah. You've got a brilliant career
ahead of you.

If I was asked to pick...

A son -in -law.

I couldn't have made a better choice.

Once you're married, you get to have
kids of your own. Who knows, huh? Hey,

knows?

You

made

a speech?

Well, I wouldn't exactly call it a
speech.

Sales pitch, then?

Scale the face of K2.

Boldly go where no man's gone before.

He was hurt.

Was he?

How did you tell?

Don't put me in the middle, Stacey. Life
isn't an Oreo cookie.

But you are in the middle, poor darling.

And you're right.

Life isn't an Oreo cookie. It's Con Ed.

Did I ever tell you how he got his
start?

He loves to boast about it.

Buying up discounted mortgages, ten
cents on the dollar, makeover projects,

building on the ruins of other people's
failures.

He does the same thing with people.

He'll do it with you. He'll make you
over in his own image, and then where

my Bobby be?

I saw him at dinner, talking about the
future, always tomorrow, never a look

back at yesterday.

He'll buy you the statehouse, my son -in
-law the governor, and then he'll tuck

you in his wallet like a credit card.

Not this summer, Laura.

On her bright?

And all the little bright.

We just saved you $25 ,000.

Monkey!

Why did you think I had him? Believe me,
I wouldn't be here.

Yeah, but you talked to me. You talked
to any one of us. You'll hear about it.

told you no one would call me.

Yeah, he's usually pretty tired.

He better give me a paper.

No way, man.

Maybe I had a better idea.

Oh, you saw the paper.

Jury was out less than an hour.

Proctor could run for mayor.

He doesn't.

He's the only one who hasn't.

If you've never met Inspector Kodak
before, why him?

Listen, there's a key involved to having
another day alive in this city, and

that's... Send Blake in. ...knowing who
you're safe with.

It ain't easy, believe me, but I learned
this lesson good, and I ain't

forgetting nothing. Excuse me. The
inspector wants to see you.

Thanks, ma 'am.

Just wait here a minute.

Inspector, I promised I'd ask. He says
to tell you that Bunky sent him. He

refused to speak to anyone else.

What do you want to tell him?

I'll let him come in.

Okay, come on in.

Hello, sir.

Another brew for our guest, Pamela.
Coming right up.

Hi, I'm Inspector Kojak.

How can I help you?

Monkey said that you was a straight
arrow.

Most cops treat their snitches like it's
something...

Stuck to the bottom of their shoe where
Bunky claimed that you always left them

something to grow on.

Cream? Sugar?

Oh, hey.

Black is fine. Great. I'm diabetic.

Hey, beat shooting skag.

Excuse me. I should know.

I mean, Bunky went through the methadone
program together.

Yeah, come Tuesday, it'll be five years
since we're off the spike.

Congratulations.

It would have been.

Bunky's dead.

Oh, when?

How?

We was making plans, see?

Yesterday he found something scrounging
around through the garbo.

Something some guy was going to fork
over 25 Gs to get back.

Only last night Bunky got himself runned
over when it wasn't no accident.

You saw this?

Front row center.

A couple of cha -chas and a Mazda
hatchback.

Bunky had this pouch.

One of them took it and gave it to this
guy in a blue Mercury.

Did you report this? I dialed 911.

I told them where they could find the
body, but I was not about to give my

Hang on, you should have gone straight
to the police, because a lot of valuable

time's been lost.

I might not have come back from them
totally intact, but I did not leave my

smarts behind.

I waited till now, because I was afraid
to go to any cop at Kojak.

Afraid of what they were going to do to
me.

Afraid?

Why should you be afraid of the police?

That blue mercury?

It had official plates.

Pamela?

Bring me yesterday's unusuals.

You see, Mr. Shumrun, we knew the route
that Bunky routinely followed, so we

checked the time frame to see if there
were any unusuals he might have

encountered along the way.

There was only one that fit the bill.

A courier gets knocked off his 10 -speed
and somebody swings with his pouch.

Now, there was a car involved, two
Hispanics and a black hatchback.

Now, there was a witness, took a partial
license number.

We fed it into the DMV computer.

No surprises.

Stolen. Dead end.

And that's why we're here, Mr. Shumper.

Me?

Why me?

He tells us the courier was coming to
your office with a package from a Wall

Street brokerage house.

No, whatever it contained, they wouldn't
tell us.

I have no idea why not. It's no big
secret. They were shares of stock.

Value that?

Well, I haven't checked this morning's
market index yet, but, I mean, is it

important?

We were wondering why you neglected to
report the loss.

To the police?

There was no reason to.

I mean, this is preferred stock. It's
consecutively numbered, registered in my

name. I mean, in dollar terms, it's
worthless to anyone else.

Have they contacted you or tried, you
know, to try to sell it back?

No. But if I am, you'll be among the
first to know.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Chambron.

Oh, anything can do to help. I mean,
anything at all.

Just one thing.

What's that?

Would you mind telling us where you were
between 8 and 9 last night?

I'm not sure I like the implication in
that question, Inspector.

Mr. Chambron.

You know, I'm not sure I like asking it.

I'm going to answer you, because I've
got absolutely nothing to hide.

I want you to be sure to know that this
incident will not go unreported. Now,

you may have staunch friends in the
higher echelons of the NYPD, Kojak, but

sit on the city council.

Between 8 and 9 last night, I was
working.

annotating a proposal for a new sewage
bond proposition in my apartment at the

Sheraton Arms.

No.

Much as it may discomfort you, you'll
just have to take my word for that.

No, no, no, no.

I'm not discomforted.

Uh, world -weary, maybe, but rarely
discomforted.

Thank you.

I've been thinking.

Oh, thinking. Thinking what, Freetel?

When Timothy spotted the official
plates, he automatically assumed the

was a cop.

But cops aren't issued special plates.

Other city agencies are, including city
officials, out of fact.

And what do you propose we do about it?

Buy a shovel and start digging.

No, no, no. I'm telling you what
happened to that courier. It was no

Two Hispanics, he says, in a black
hatchback.

Look, you want to know what I think?

That Salazar and Valdez behind your back
got greedy and tried to hijack the

payoff.

I've got to alibi myself now. With a
makeshift alibi, I can't substantiate. I

know how that Kojak operates.

That skinheaded Greek, he's like a dog
with a bone. He'll never let go.

You better take care of it.

I recognize this gentleman.

I can't say about the sidekick.

It was too dark to see the wheel man in
the Mazda.

Order Mercury.

The black hatchback was found in Spanish
Island when the hit took place.

Burns had lifted a set of prints and
matched them to the deer departed.

If they had rap sheets, it's written in
Sanskrit.

Uh -oh. You better not be holding,
Timothy.

Unless my old eyes deceive me, we're
going to swap shop talk with the DEA.

Mind telling me what's your interest?

You mean that's it? No, hello, Hawaii?

Those two grief balls in there, Valdez
and Salazar?

They're Colombian nationals, mules for
the drug cartel. That makes them

government property.

Wet paint, Kojak. Don't touch.

Moi, hein?

Tell her to stop crying, okay?

She

says that's

easy for you to say. She's an illegal.

She's afraid you're going to deport her.

Tell her I won't deport her, okay? I
come from a long line of Peloponnesian

immigrants.

She says Mazel Tov.

If I want to catch your comic, I'll call
Don Rickles, all right? In the

meantime, what else do you remember?

She says she couldn't recognize the hair
on his face because it

was too dark.

but the tall one was missing the trigger
thing on his right hand.

We found a small arsenal.

A whole lot of pure coke, $40 ,000 in
cash in their apartment.

Now, what does she know about that?

She says she can't tell us anything
other than what she's told us already.

She says she met Valdez for the first
time that very same night, and she went

back to his apartment only after he
swore that he was training for the

priesthood. She's a good, decent
Catholic girl, and she wishes she had

midnight mass instead.

All right, give her a cap here and cut
her loose.

You know, I'm standing here wondering,
why were those two Colombians dusted?

And you know what I come up with?

Schoenbrun.

I think he hit the panic button.

What do you say we tighten the screws?

Costanza, I'm taking you off the charge.
Come in here.

Forget it. I told you before at the
office, I never saw the face of the guy

the Mercury.

I wouldn't know him if he was carved on
Mount Rushmore.

Yeah, but he doesn't know that.

Lights on line three.

Yo, Sean Broome bought it.

Hook, line, and thinker.

Let's stay on top of it.

I'm busy.

He's very insistent, Mr. Schoenbrun. He
says it's imperative he speak with you.

All right. I'll put him on.

Mr. Schoenbrun?

Hello, Inspector.

There's been a new development,
Commissioner. We've just received sworn

testimony conflicting with your alibi.

Oh? I'd like to make an appointment to
discuss the matter. I think it'd be a

good idea if you had your attorney
present.

Okay.

Naturally, but not necessarily
surprised. The mortality rate among

patients is appallingly high.

Sugar? No, thank you. Everything invites
it. An open window, a bottle of

seconal, a razor blade, a regressive
impulse impetuously indulged.

It reflects badly upon the curative
powers of our profession.

But then...

So does the common cold.

Milk.

A gift from our grateful pastry.

We do enjoy the occasional success.

Let me get this straight.

Now, what you're saying is that you're
not surprised the showman was blown away

sitting on a park bench in broad
daylight.

Some men invite violence.

Harvey Sean Brown had an aptitude for
catastrophe.

He cultivated it like a garden.

His secretary claimed you were the last
person he spoke to before he left his

office.

He asked me if I could fit him in this
afternoon.

He said it was an emergency.

I told him that whatever it was, it
would have to keep until our next

appointment.

Kind of harsh, wasn't it?

In your eyes.

They'll call you in the middle of the
night if you left them.

They'll drag you off the tennis court.

They're like piranhas.

If you let them, they'll consume you
alive.

Then he wasn't on his way to your office
when he was killed.

How can I answer that?

You must understand I've been treating
him for less than six weeks.

I can speak for his symptomology, but
not for the man.

I'm sorry, gentlemen, my five o 'clock
is here.

I trust I've answered all your
questions.

Just one thing.

You say that Schombro was prone to
violence.

Could he knowingly contribute to a
conspiracy to commit murder?

Who knows?

Driven to the wall.

Who can say with absolute certainty what
any man will do?

Well, thanks a lot, Doctor.

Mr. Murchison, Dr.

Goodman will see you now.

You can go up.

Fascinating character, that Dr. Guzman.

Very charismatic.

Colombian. What?

His diploma's on his wall.

University of Bogota School of Medicine,
class of 74.

Colombian.

Like our friends in the morgue.

Let me tell you something.

I hate cab's liver, Winston.

I always have and I always will.

And one more thing.

I'd rather eat 100 pounds of cab's liver
than swallow one coincidence.

He thought it was a Confucius.

Another thing.

Yeah? That office.

I mean, you could lease a split level in
scars there for what he pays per square

foot.

He's got to get $1 ,000 an hour just to
meet the overhead.

And that Schoenbrunn equation?

You know, I've given him reason to
believe that an eyewitness placed him at

scene of Bucky's murder.

And the first thing he does?

He calls his shrink.

Look, I want to see that telephone log
kept by Sean Broome's secretary.

Find out when and how often her boss
contacted a South American witch doctor

over the past six weeks.

I want to take a peek into Sean Broome's
safety deposit box.

I want a comprehensive bio on Dr. Guzman
and, uh, like that.

Okay?

Let me see it All

right

Seven

If you like.

Whoa!

Good try!

Haven't done this in a while. Yeah, cut
the small talk.

Got to nap.

So.

We leave Guzman's office and who would I
spot in the waiting room? Brown as a

berry with his three -piece cashmere.

Lowell Murchison, target of a recent
probe at the DA's office.

An inquiry where charges were dismissed
because of a lack of evidence. How come?

I mean, what's the inside dope?

A group of disgruntled shareholders
charged Murchison with fraud and deceit

the bottom suddenly fell out of the junk
barn box.

Then somehow, he managed to scrounge
together enough capital to

make good on their investment.

And they withdrew the complaint.

Oh, where'd he get the cash?

Does it matter?

It might.

Yeah, it might at that.

That's it. I got it. Another time.
Another time.

You know, if they were horses, my lord
would be forced to shoot them.

Dr.

Guzman!

Sit down.

Do you have a little soup for me to
drink?

No, thank you.

And what?

We have a problem, my children.

It's about Inspector Kojak.

Whoever refuses to go, I don't think
he'll leave us alone.

It's time.

Que le enviáramos un mensajito.

Tú sabes que con nosotros no hay
problema.

No te preocupes, profesor.

Todo va a salir bien.

That $250 ,000 bearer bonds we found in
Schoenblum's safety deposit box?

Yeah, what about it?

It's purchased with a cashier's check,
drawn on a Panamanian bank by Western

Dominion, Inc., an offshore investment
group headquartered in the Dutch West

Indies. The negotiations were conducted
by Thak.

Conducted by whom? A senor in o nombre.

No name.

So a party of parties unknown slips
Schomburg on a quarter of a million in

unreported income. But for what?

I don't know.

Inspector Kojak, though.

Yeah, good. Look.

That information you asked about?

Mm -hmm.

Low Merchantton was bailed out by an
infusion of cash from the Mainstream

Corporation. Well, let me guess.

An offshore investment company?

How did you know?

Well, you're the only one who walks on
water.

I gotta go.

Well, give me the FTC.

Try Blake again, okay?

Maybe he overslept.

If it was your intention to reach 555
-8741, congratulations.

You've succeeded.

Regrettably, only my killer attack dog,
Bruce, is here at present.

There will be a beep, following which,
if you are so inclined, by all means,

leave a message.

It's his answering machine again.

And there's a woman here to see you, a
Miss Orr. She says she's from the

Securities and Exchange Commission.

You asked her to come in.

You'd have an easier go of tracking down
the Loch Ness Monster than you will in

determining the true identity of Senior
N .O. Nombre.

To begin with, Western Dominion Inc. is
just a holding company.

a subsidiary of the Radine Corporation,
which is in turn a division of Atlantis

Enterprises, the illegitimate offspring
of Transicom Limited.

I just don't understand.

Of course you don't. You're not supposed
to.

It's a dodge, a way of concealing from
the public the true ownership.

In order to encourage foreign
investment, Congress, in its infinite

decreed that anything below the fourth
level is sacrosanct. But the SEC has no

jurisdiction.

These offshore corporations, most of
them licensed in the Antilles, are

privately owned, funded by money of
untraceable origin.

When they file incorporation papers,
don't they have to list the company's

officers?

Seven John Does and a CPA.

As for a business address, 10 to 1, it's
the P .O. Box in Curacao.

Funded by money of untraceable origin.

Isn't that what you said?

Narcotics money, for example?

Can you think of a safer method of
laundering their illicit profits?

I'm sorry to interrupt.

We've located Blake.

I don't do drugs.

I never have.

Yeah, sure, back in college, just joined
the two pastorals at the dorm, but...

Nothing heavy.

And nothing since.

I'm clean.

Would you relax, mister? You're along
friends.

They're waiting for me.

Open my door. Boom.

Next thing I know, it's 9 .54 in the
morning.

Stretch down on the floor.

There's a knife in my hand.

Did you cover the body?

They stabbed her 19 times.

I counted.

Yeah, I know what's wrong.

But I covered it up.

There's something else you should know.

Because it's going to come out sooner or
later.

This girl is not a stranger to me.

Her name is Mary Agnes Hungford
Honeycutt.

I'm not sure.

I picked her up for solicitation when I
was working for Vice about two years

ago.

I took her to the bus station, bought
her a ticket to Grand Rapids.

I guess she just never got on that bus.

16 years old.

Yes, Your Honor.

I knew the deceased.

You touch anything else?

Other than the knife, the phone.

Sitting here, waiting for you.

I tried to distance myself to look at
the crime scene through the eyes of a

homicide cop.

I know the what.

I know the when.

I know the where.

I just can't figure out the why.

The why.

I'm the why.

Those Colombians.

This is their way of telling me you
better go into early retirement.

No, this will never go to trial.

My oath on it.

in the meantime.

Well, in the meantime, yeah.

If it's not me, it'll be somebody else.

And that'll raise questions.

Questions more damaging to you than me.

You have to take a blood test.

Or you can refuse.

Grounds of self -incrimination.

It's a no -win situation.

Damned if I do, damned if I don't.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

One, the PC's office would never
sanction it. Two, the media would

you. Three, the mayor would revoke your
citizenship. And four, the shoe flies

would eat you for breakfast.

Let the 7 -4 squad run with the ball,
Theo.

You're the parade from the grandstand,
right, Chief?

It's me, not Blake.

I'm their target, me.

You know, they couldn't frame me and
make it stick.

And you can't kill an inspector without
generating an awful lot of heat.

So they decided... To get to me through
Blake.

Agreed. Which only serves to bolster my
position. Any way you look at it, it's

too personal.

Well, the way I see it, Bunky's homicide
is joined at the hip with the framing

of Blake. Yeah? So?

Well, if during the course of my
investigating the original crime, I

purely by happenstance, mind you,
succeed in clearing one of my

Naturally, the department still expects
you to continue to pursue Bunky's case.

Well, I'm glad to hear it, Chief.

So I would imagine.

Oh, Chief, you wouldn't happen to know
who the DA would assign to be Blake's

prosecutor, would you?

You're not going to like it.

No?

Have you given the DA an answer?

I told him I wanted to sleep on it.

But your inclination is to turn it down.

You know, prosecuting Blake is like
prosecuting Kojak. Which is precisely

reason why you can't refuse.

Can't? No.

I mean, because of your victory in the
Akajanian case, you're the center of

attention right now. People are
watching, important people, wondering

you'll jump.

Asking themselves questions, hard
questions that you should be asking

Questions that demand an answer.

I don't think you understand. This has
nothing to do with politics.

It's family.

We're your family now.

And if it were you instead of Blake?

I would insist that you prosecute, of
course.

Mr. Wainwright, congratulations.

Thank you.

Thank you.

There she is.

They'll wait, Bill.

Can you give me a guarantee? Hey, Theo.

You got a great day. Clerk said we'd
find you. Yeah, we're just parked here

until his number's called.

A couple of arraignments on the calendar
before they call us. Mr. Crocker, Erwin

Youngmeyer. The detective's union
retained me to represent the defendant

arraignment proceedings.

Mike Fiorelli. He'll be assisting the
proceedings.

Theo, I hope you understand.

Crocker, I understand.

We all just got to do our job.

I'm going to ask the court to release
Blake on his own recognizance.

You have a problem with that? It's a
brutal homicide, counsel. Come on,

We got ourselves a cop here. A hero.
Service record you could eat off.

You got a lot of headlines, but you got
no case.

We're just going through the motions.

Anyone can see it's a frame.

All right, which ones, Blake?

Like who wants to know?

Terrence Donnelly, that's who.

Deputy Commissioner of the Public
Information Office. Been assigned by the

Police Commissioner's Office to oversee
damage control.

Damage control?

Have you not moved outside recently?

I'm sure there's enough press camp on
the courthouse steps to cover the War of

the Roses.

Gentlemen, his honor is to tell you that
you're up next.

the nature of the crime? Why was bail
waived? The defendant being a police

officer, is it the intention of the DA's
office to undertake a soft prosecution?

No comment.

It's been alleged that the victim was a
high -priced call girl. Is there any

basis for the rumor Detective Blake was
pipping for a ring of prostitutes on the

side? No comment.

Can you tell us the actual size of the
narcotic seizure in the accused's

apartment? I can assure you and all the
good citizens of New York City that

Detective Blake will be tried under the
same rules and by the same unyielding

standards as applies to all of us.

Should he be adjudged guilty by a jury
of his peers, he will receive the same

punishment. Well, what about you, Mr.
Crocker? Are you prepared to say the

As an ex -cop who once worked for
Inspector Kojak, how does it feel to be

prosecuting one of your own?

How the hell do you think it feels?

Mr. Crocker, may I ask just one more
question? Excuse me, sir, just one more

question. I prefer not, I'm sorry.

It will not take... Mr. Dunleavy, do you
have one moment, please? Mr. Dunleavy.

Mr. Dunleavy. Mary?

I'd show some gratitude.

Deadlines like that?

He could have asked a half a million.

He put his butt on the line for you.

Waving bail didn't make him any brownie
points with the DA's office.

If Crocker didn't stall the media, give
us a chance to sneak out the side door,

you'd be sitting on those courthouse
steps, the vultures picking at your

Yeah, maybe I should have kissed his
ring.

Uh -huh, that's a good place to start.

Keeps me from wondering why I risked my
neck to get you out of this jackpot.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Come again? I said I'm sorry.

You know, it's hard to accept favors
when you're not sure that you can ever

repay them again.

What do you mean?

It's not easy to accept favors from
Crocker.

Yeah, that too.

Now, you let this tick around in your
brain too long, and you'll be getting

junk mail at the Gray Bar Hotel.

Are you listening to me?

Yeah, I'm listening. Well, look at me
when I'm talking to you.

I don't know what's going on in your
mind, but I'm telling you right now,

whatever it is, forget about it. You
stay away from this case, you

Take up finger painting.

Get yourself a director's set. Go to
Central Park and feed the pigeons.

But whatever you do... Stay away from
this investigation. You're a private

citizen. Act like one. Message received.

10 -4.

Thank you.

Are you crazy?

You know better than this.

Any off -the -record communication
between us compromises the case. It's

the DA.

And we're even seen again.

And I'll find myself handling rent
disputes.

And that's if I'm lucky.

You think I'd be here if there were any
other way?

This is your career.

This is my life. Ten minutes is all I'm
asking.

God is my witness. This is important to
both of us.

We can't talk in front of Stacey.

I get my reasons.

What number?

I've been convinced that there's a link
between Bunky's death, Schoenbrun's

death, the girl in my apartment, the
Colombian mules, the bearer bonds, the

offshore investment group, and Dr.
Guzman.

This afternoon, I went to the inner
-city zoning commission.

I did a little back -checking.

I was wondering what the bearer bonds
represented.

Of course, it's some kind of payoff.

But for what?

For three months, as a member of the
Zoning Commission, Harvey Schoenbrun

stubbornly opposed approval of a certain
controversial waterfront redevelopment

project. Then last week, in a surprising
about -face, he inexplicably switched

his vote.

Considering the billions involved, I
figured somebody bought him cheap.

You don't mean somebody.

You mean my future father -in -law.

That's why you wanted to see me. To
negotiate an under -the -table quid pro

You'll keep quiet while I agree to do a
tank job.

Forget about it. Look, pal, I brought
you the information so that you can look

into it. So look into it. I'm not going
down. I'm not going to take the fall for

this. If that's the case, why haven't
you told Kojak?

Because it would put him in a very
uncomfortable position.

Whereas, personally speaking, I don't
honestly give a damn.

Hi, sweetie.

Hey.

Welcome home.

What's this?

Lobster bits.

Cornish hen.

Julia Child, Chapter 12. Served with a
chilled Chablis.

I hope you remembered to pluck the
feathers.

She never mentioned it.

Do you suppose it will make a
difference?

Well, not to the Cornish hen.

I have to watch the lobster bisque,
otherwise it curdles.

Same with me.

Dr. Fleischman, Robert Crocker.

I'm sorry to trouble you at home, but I
need some information.

Since you're on the county medical
board, I thought... It has nothing to do

that. It's about his background.

Dr. Claudio Guzman.

That's right, the psychiatrist.

If you could, that'd be fine.

Call me at the office.

Honey.

What if you ask Daddy?

Ask him what?

About Dr. Guzman.

That he's a patient of his.

He sees him every week.

What's wrong?

Pomfret, wasn't it? They were too
greasy.

Fine.

Asparagus tambal?

Sublime.

The creme brulee?

Stay safe.

Don't be really I want to see

Wainwright

you look under every rock and pebble

For the time being, this one's off the
books.

Exactly what I envisioned.

It's glorious, Milo, glorious.

All I'd ever hoped for and more.

You know, I've always dreamed of this,
the crown jewel to my life's

accomplishment. And you've given it form
and substance, Don. I don't know

whether I'll ever be able to thank you
enough. Thank you, sir.

Milo, excuse me. Oh, if that's all,
gentlemen, thank you very much. Thank

We may have a problem.

Stacy just went shopping. You know,
we're eating Armenian tonight, and she

should be back shortly.

Just as well.

Well, can I get you anything?

How could you do this to me?

You, the man that I admired and
respected above all others. You, to whom

the hand of my daughter, my most
precious possession.

If you had questions, why didn't you
come to me with them?

Why this clandestine...

Modus operandi snaking through my life
as if I were some back alley mafioso.

Why?

I have done nothing to be ashamed of.

Certainly nothing illegal.

And I damn well have nothing to hide.

Certain business transactions better be
left unpublicized.

I overextended myself.

I had a temporary cash flow problem. It
happens, it happens in the best of

circles. Yes, yes, I could have
liquidated some of my assets, but that

have created a very dangerous
misperception, jeopardizing my

projects.

At my level, image, perception is
everything.

I raised the money.

From another venue.

Not Western Dominion. I'd never even
heard of Western Dominion. From Transcon

Limited. They're branches of the same
disease tree.

What?

You heard me.

What is that to me? What does that
matter?

I had no reason to believe that Transcon
was anything but a respectable

investment consortium.

Where their money was coming from was of
no more concern to me than as if I had

borrowed the money from the central bank
of Zurich, Switzerland.

When you applied for a mortgage here to
this loft, did you inquire of your

esteemed banker where his money was
coming from?

No, no, of course not.

I'm not using these funds to corrupt
American society.

I'm using them to create jobs, to build
affordable housing, to fuel the economy.

And the bearer of bonds?

The $250 ,000 bribe that persuaded Mr.
Schoenbrun to change his vote?

I know nothing of that.

Nothing.

You think that...

There

are other interested parties, aside from
myself, who have a stake in the future

of this project.

Contractors, suppliers, labor unions.

Why haven't you gone after them?

Hmm?

Oh, yes.

Let me see.

Yes.

You think I'm enjoying this? Yes, yes,
Mr. Prosecutor.

Fast food chicken.

Are you going to tell me?

Tell you?

Tell you what?

He walked out of here like a man on
fire.

I called him. I was talking to myself.

I've never seen him like that.

I want to know what happened.

What makes you think anything happened?

Bobby. You're my life.

Don't lie to me.

I want to know what happened.

Was it me?

Then what?

You'll have to ask him.

I'm asking you.

I'm sorry.

Do you know what day this is?

Well, of course you don't. But then
neither does my father.

He can tell you the exact date he opened
each hotel, the first names of the

housekeeping staff, exactly how many
rooms were occupied at the Wainwright

last Labor Day, but he can't remember
the anniversary of my mother's death?

Fourteen years ago, I was attending
finishing school in Lausanne.

My parents were vacationing in the Greek
Isles.

For Daddy, a working vacation, of
course. He was looking over some

a future hotel site.

When word came that my mother had
drowned off the coast of Mykonos, at

that's what it said on the death
certificate.

If you've money, you can buy any kind of
lie you want.

It took me ten years, but I finally
managed to reconstruct the crime.

Crime?

What else would you call it?

She had no life.

Only him.

She poured everything into him until
there was nothing left to give.

And all she got was emerald necklaces,
when what she really wanted was to be

held.

Another woman would have taken a lover.
My mother went shopping.

On the day she died, she came back from
the village for the first time empty

-handed.

I guess she'd finally come to the
conclusion that there was nothing left

Two hours later, she was found dead in
the jacuzzi.

Her blood alcohol level was .15, and
there were enough barbiturates in her

system to drop an elephant.

She scribbled a note.

It was something to do, she said.

Damn.

You know, I can forgive him for getting,
but what I can never forgive...

It's him thinking he has the right to
forget.

If you'll be so kind, the address of the
Dr.

Claudio Guzman.

G -U -Z -M -A -N.

There is no other solution?

My people have an enormous investment in
you. They must protect that investment.

No, no, absolutely not.

You realize what you're saying?

Of course I do. I speak English as well
as you.

Better that you forgive the immodesty.

You read the newspapers.

In Calais, we reported the deaths of
judges, senators, priests, even a

presidential candidate.

Do you think we'd draw the line on an
assistant district attorney?

This is not Calais.

It is now.

He's engaged to my daughter.

And I love him like a son, you know.

There's a line, surely you must have
heard it, Oscar Wilde's The Ballad of

Redding Jail.

Each man kills the thing he loves.

Excuse me, Mr. Chastillo.

Telephone.

I'll be right back.

El individuo manejara un Toyota Celica.
Y quiero que lo pare.

Está bien, lo haremos.

Eligroso para nosotros.

Muñoz!

A ver, puta!

Yo lo sabía! Te mato!

Madre mía!

Fifteen minutes to change the tire. You
have a staff meeting at ten.

Take my car.

Mine's an automatic transmission.

Think you can survive the humiliation?

I'll wear a wig.

Hey, I love you, kid.

Always remember that.

If you really loved me, you tell me what
happened between you and Daddy last

night. I can't. So don't make a point in
pushing it.

Not for me to say.

Well, I think we finally got a break.

At approximately 6 a .m. this morning, a
Latino male was found in an alley in

Spanish Harlem, hemorrhaging from a stab
wound.

He's been rushed to the medical center
for emergency surgery.

Yes, well, I hate to rain on your
parade, Costanza, but there's a milk run

goes through Spanish Harlem every
morning, picking up stab victims like

truckload.

Victims who are missing the trigger
finger of the right hand?

Just times out.

get together to try to patch things up
for Stacy's sake, if nothing else.

There are some things that you'll need
in the way of exploitation.

I was, uh... Well, I'd appreciate it if
you'd, uh... When, today?

Oh, yes, this afternoon, if you could.

Two o 'clock would be splendid.

Come on to the house in the country.

I'm working out here today.

Okay.

The surgery itself was a howling
success, but the damage was already

You want an opinion?

They'll be lucky to last the afternoon.

Look, we gotta talk to them, doctor.

I mean, how long before the anesthesia
wears off?

An hour?

Maybe two.

They can go just like that, you know?

They can go just like that, you know?

Yeah? Hey, what do you know what you
say, big guy?

Oh, it's you.

Wainwright called me today.

So what'd you tell him?

Told him I'd meet him at his house this
afternoon.

At his house? Yeah. This afternoon?

I don't know, Crocker.

There's nothing about it feels right.

Hey, don't tell me you're worried about
me.

No, no, I'm worried about me.

What happens to you happens to me.

Been to Perry Ellis again.

My home away from home.

You know, my sister just graduated from
a Weight Watchers clinic.

She says for people like me, they ought
to design a program for compulsive

shoppers. I told her they already have.

It's called a checking account.

Is Grinch around?

He should have called. He's working at
the house today.

Oh, well.

I could use a ride in the country.

Hang tough.

What I don't kill.

I eat.

Inspector Kojak's office.

Pamela?

Blake. Blake, hi.

Is the inspector in?

No, he went out a little while ago.

You know where I could reach him?

Stop here.

Does a Dr. Claudio Guzman live here?

No, but he has an office here.

You're damn right I'm steamed.

Of all the dumb, wrong -headed,
sophomoric moves.

And after I asked you. No, I ordered you
to stay out.

You're not expected.

I'd get better results from a raw
recruit.

You ask too much. I am not a child.

You just can't drop me off at the
playground and collect me when your

is done. This is my war.

And if I'm going down, I'm going down
fighting.

Mm -hmm.

And, uh...

Take Crockett with you while you're at
it.

Inspector, he's awake.

If you want to talk to him, I suggest
you hurry.

How are his vital signs?

What vital signs?

Dr. Levine, call the pharmacy.

Dr. Levine, call the pharmacy, please.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Audrey.

He knows he's dying.

He demands to see a priest.

Yeah.

Well, tell him he'll get the Padre.

Only when he tells us what we want to
know.

Going to lunch?

No, not today. I have a meeting off the
reservation.

You've reached the office of Assistant
District Attorney Robert Crocker.

The office is closed during lunch.

All right, look.

Get Crocker's license number from DMV.

Then you'll lead the state police to be
on the lookout for his Toyota Celica.

And after you've done that, process an
arrest warrant and drop a net on Dr.

Guzman.

Right.

It's your mark, Puddle.

Pull up your hip boots, baby, and let's
go waiting.

Father, you better come quickly.

As contractually specified, I

expect delivery within nine days.

No parking here.

Police officers, official business.

No problem.

In the event that we cannot secure the
easement, I suggest that

we abandon the project immediately.

I don't see how we can possibly delay
the opening.

There's no game wardens, Carl.

All right.

If anybody asks you, come off a truck.

Farnsworth, Oxford's furnishing
appliances, dear Molly.

After giving some thought to our
conversation... Mr. Wainwright, you've

dictated that letter.

What did it mean?

Oh, my God. No, no.

Cover me.

Hold it, Munoz.

My memories will be hard on you.

Except for one thing.

I was four years old, and we were
driving to a very important business

when we passed an alfalfa field, alive
with fireflies.

Get me one, Daddy.

He told the chauffeur to stop the car.

He ran around that field for half an
hour, but he brought me back a firefly.