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Michelle Hogarth, I have a warrant here
for your arrest for infant tax evasion.

Tonight, on Kojak.

Do you think I'm guilty?

Oh, yeah.

I just haven't figured out a what yet.

Someone set him up. He's gonna have that
killer on retainer. You'll do it? It's

done. Now this kind of violence needs a
raging fever.

A blind anger. A frustration.

What a beautiful woman you are. You're
my baby.

And if I'm gonna throw a net over him,
it's gonna be forever.

Close enough?

Yeah, all right.

Closing time.

Keep going.

That looked good. What's it called
again?

Calamari. Why don't you have some of it,
boy?

Have a nice evening.

Now, you were saying... You've seen for
yourself.

You ready?

I'm scrapping. Good.

Blind man, what's the problem?

The client must have warned you.

Well, in so many words, but naturally I
had to confirm your allegations.

You can understand my dilemma.

I mean, we're not talking pocket money.

What we have here is a major crime,
right?

And if I'm doing my job, I gotta blow
the whistle.

Or which, my boss gives me a hearty pat
on the back.

And in another ten years or so, I am the
proud recipient of a gold watch.

I already own a watch, Mr. Tapley.

Don't we all?

The thing of it is, Mr. Tapley, what I
don't own is a summer cottage on Cape

Cod. And at my present take -home, I
couldn't even afford to buy a welcome

Are you following my drift, Mr. Tapley?

All the way to the bank, Leo.

All the way to the bank.

That's good, Mr. Tapley. I like that.

So wouldn't you say that's not...

client a jingle and we'll see if we
can't work something out at all mutual

satisfaction and just excuse me i'll be
right back

That's him.

Don't forget the paperwork.

I should be home at about...

Angelina who?

out on the night like this, Inspector,
but I figured you'd want to be in on

one from the beginning. Let's get out of
the rain, Blake. Let's go inside.

Detective, I'll take it.

The victim's name was Leo White, CPA
employed by Charleston Cutting.

48, unmarried, living on Staten Island
with his mother.

He's taken out execution style.

Single bullet, entry wound, base of the
skull.

Oh, we recovered the slug. 22.

Wise guy's favorite kill gun.

What are you saying? The wise guys did
it? Well, a citizen gets popped in a

pasta joint owned by Tony Salducci's
brother -in -law.

I'm saying there's a very good chance.

Any witnesses?

Remote possibility.

Otherwise, zilch.

It was closing time. The kitchen staff
had all gone home. Weiss was their last

customer.

The waiter says that he was in the can
when this hit went down.

The dishwasher says he was out back,
sneaking a smoke.

And about that remote possibility?

There was a girl.

Evidently, she stepped inside the use of
phones. She must have witnessed this

hit and ran.

A lady across the street said she came
tearing out of here like a world -class

printer. She left her umbrella and a big
puddle of rainwater behind.

Bless you.

All right, first thing tomorrow morning.
Get in touch with Strauss and Cudahy.

Find out what Weiss was up to.

Oh, Staten Island Pilgrim.

Away from heart and home.

Eating pasta on Mulberry Street and all
alone.

Here's one for you.

Oh, what do you know? Here comes the
innkeeper.

Okay.

I want you to write it.

Take that to Ballistics.

And find out if it was an only child.

Guido!

Mix and mash.

Oh, that's very nice.

Very nice. I mean, it's a bold fashion
statement.

Well, I had to get dressed in the dark.

I didn't want to wake up the mist.

Crawled out of a thicket.

This is terrible. Just terrible. The
length these deadheads would go to to

paying a check.

Ain't gonna do my business any good, I
can tell you that. You know something?

I got a hunch it takes a couple of lumps
out of Tony's mattress.

Tony? What the hell has Tony got to do
with this?

Huh, Kojak?

We don't.

Don't dance with me, okay?

I mean, you don't have the knack.

Everybody knows that you're in silent
partnership with your brother -in -law.

I mean, table linens, glassware, booze,
meat and produce, and even that car

you're driving, it flows down from
Salducci Enterprises.

And what are you trying to tell me?

That a civilian is going to get whacked
at this address without Tony Clamps

giving somebody the nod?

Inspector, the cleanup crew wants to
know if we can release the remains now

20 minutes or on overtime.

What do you say, Guido? I mean, I know
he's into you, but Blue Plague Special?

I'll write it off overhead.

What'd I tell you?

He's all hot.

Let me tell you something, Dutchman.
You've got sauerkraut for brain.

35 ,000 restaurants in this city, and
you've got to pick Bermondi. Look, the

wanted to eat Italian. We didn't have
much time, but Bermondi was the only

we could set up in such a hurry.

You couldn't hit him on the street, on a
subway platform, walking his dog.

There's dozens of places besides the
pizza joint owned by the meatball who

married my sister.

He ain't gonna say anything.

What, God whispered in your ear?

Yeah.

Tapley's on the red -eye to Vegas, so
he's covered.

You, you can go back to Brownsville and
play with your stamp collection till I

need you again.

Here, that ought to buy you a whole gang
of Pakistani unperforateds.

Something wrong?

Maybe. Maybe not.

You see, there was a witness.

Bless you.

Spoke to Strauss and Cudahy?

Yeah. Weiss was doing a major audit on
the Goodrich Construction Company at the

express behest of the Hogarth
Corporation.

Hogarth, as in the Hogarth department
store chain?

Yeah. Why would they want to investigate
Goodrich's books?

Because Goodrich landed the construction
contract for the Hogarth's flagship

store. You could build a stealth bomber
for what that baby's going to cost. But

even so, I still don't see the
connection.

Tony Clam Salducci was best man at Lyle
Goodrich's wedding. Now, look, if it was

your money, wouldn't you want an audit?

Pam.

Get in touch with Lyle Goodrich's office
and try to set up a meet with this.

That's the M .E.'s report. It just came
in.

Any word on ballistics?

This you're going to love.

That .22 slug is an identical twin to
the one they dug out of the late Jackson

Smith last July.

Another homicidal. I'd like to pin on
Tony Clamp.

He's got to have that killer on
retainer.

Yeah, the medical examiner's report on
the undigested contents of the victim's

stomach. Now, what do we got?

Arugula, linguine, clams, olive oil,
vinegar, chianti, and calamari.

So, where's the calamari?

Not on the victim's plate.

So he wasn't alone.

He was lured into Bermondi's restaurant.

Someone set him up.

Get in touch with that waiter. Tell him
we're bringing him in for re

-interrogation. I want to find out who
was breaking breadsticks with our CPA.

And why he wasn't in his seat when the
house lights went out.

Okay, that's it.

Mr. Goodrich is out of the office.

He's gone to Hogarth Corporate
Headquarters for a business meeting.

Really?

Yeah, that's what they all say.

I'll give you my grandmother's remedy,
but where would you find I of Newt?

I'll explain to Kojak. Is there
something that I can do for you?

Yeah.

I'd like an audience with Mr. Hogarth.

Senior, I'm afraid he's all tied up in a
meeting right now. In any event, he

doesn't see anybody unless you have a
prior appointment.

Well, I'm not particular.

I'll speak to Junior then.

Well, Junior doesn't see anyone.

All right.

You know what?

I think I'll park my carcass over there.
Who knows? I might get lucky.

They had to start without you.

That's all right, Phyllis. I'm a quick
study.

Are those for me?

Okay, uh, tell him I'm calling him back
later this afternoon. What about Jerkin?

Jerkin can wait a few days.

Dernhagen. Tell Dernhagen that I hate
polyester and petrochemicals are not

environmentally sound.

Oh, no.

Um, some other time.

Tell her I'm okay for the 25th.

Oh, Mr. Goodrich.

The bid was awarded on the assumption
that you would meet the deadlines agreed

upon. You're already six weeks behind
schedule, and now you're saying the only

way to get back on schedule is to stick
us for more money.

That's not the way I see it, Mr.
Hogarth.

I'm told that 30 % of your business is
done during Christmas time.

If you want your building completed by
November 1st... Goodrich, don't try to

hold me up. Now, what Mr.

Goodrich is trying to tell his father...

is that due to weather setbacks and
geological problems encountered when

the foundation, his construction company
is finding the bid insufficient.

We have to face up to our own
culpability here. Those deadlines

wife's insistence were artificial to
begin with.

It's Michelle's obstinacy, her ambition
that we're paying for now, not Mr.

Goodrich's failure to deliver.

Good morning, everyone.

This is Jason Whitehead of Armstrong,
Gillespie, Eldridge, and Whitehead. $3

an hour and worth every penny.

We've spent the morning going over your
contract, Mr. Goodrich.

Guess what?

The point in question?

Number 97 .C3.

Stipulate? That each day Goodrich's
construction exceeds the agreed -upon

of completion, it will remit to the
Hogarth Corporation an additional

payment of $65 ,000.

That's on top of the standard completion
penalties.

And Mr. Whitehead assures me we have an
excellent case if you are found to be

deliberately delaying construction,
thereby depriving this corporation of

Christmas profit.

Oh, it's all there in black and white,
Mr. Goodrich.

If I were you, I'd find better use for
my time, like having your crews working

round the clock while you still have a
profit margin left.

Sorry,

Inspector, not today. Mr. Hogarth has
had an exhausting morning.

But tomorrow, perhaps, if you call me...
Yeah, I'll do that.

Hold that elevator.

Thank you.

Well, too bad about...

You talking to me?

Face down in a bowl of linguine.

It's not a very pretty sight, right?

I know you from somewheres.

But there are those who might think he
deserves it. Like your friend Salducci,

for example.

There's some kind of loony tunes, Baldy.

I don't know nobody named Salducci. Sure
you do.

He's that overstuffed Neanderthal with
his hands in your pockets up to his

armpits. You're a cop, right?

That's it. You're a lousy cop.

I don't have to talk to you.

I'm a respectable citizen.

I'm a member of the Better Business
Bureau. I got accommodation from the

himself.

Well, look, I'm through for you.

Put her up to the warden, and then let
you hang it up in your cell.

Don't argue. Just get in the car. Hey!

Okay, Warburton, what's up? It's a
federal investigation, Kojak. That's all

need to know.

Let's go.

All you need to know.

Well, I'll be the judge of that.

Sam.

What's going on here? Another blue flu
epidemic? Where's Blake?

Oh, he's gone.

You know that witness, the one who made
the phone call from Vermonties? Yeah.

Well, he checked with the telephone
company. She used a credit card.

Police officer, ma 'am, open up.

Let's see it.

Are you Angelina Frascati?

No, I'm her roommate.

What's your name?

Lorraine. Lorraine what? Lorraine
Ortega.

Angelina's not here.

You know I can reach her? You can't. Why
not? She's gone away.

Where? Europe. When?

This morning.

What airline?

How should I know? We're not joined at
the hip. She said she was going to

and I didn't ask any questions.

She sends me a postcard. I'll let you
know. All right? All right.

She's not here, but her roommate's
auditioning for a nervous breakdown.

No, hang on, hang on, hang on, hang on.

Let's just wait here and see what
happens.

It's showtime.

Looks like a care package to me.

Thank you.

Okay, stay here.

Hello, I'm Brother Rexley. May I help
you, my son?

Yeah, just a moment of your time,
brother. Yeah, well, look, this is a

house here. What do you want? State your
business.

A girl came here with a duffel bag. Did
you see her?

No. I mean, there's so many people.

That's him.

Oh, my God.

Watch the -

for a few days.

I heard this all day. It was good for my
complexion. Is there any crime in that?

So why'd you run away from me?

I ran up a big bill at Bloomy's. I
figured you were for the collection

Now, look, you don't deny that you were
at Vermont's last night, do you?

What's to deny?

I was there. I made a phone call. I
left.

Yeah, in such a hurry that you forgot to
hang up the receiver.

I'm absent -minded.

Well, ask Lorraine. I have to get my
name for what's tackled on my fanny.

So you still insist that you saw
nothing? I saw a three -piece polyester

in his face.

You say he's dead?

I say, how could you tell?

If we can find you, so can they.

I mean, did that ever cross your mind?

Who's they?

I think you know.

I think they already got to you.

And I think that's why you took off.

Well, I was thinking it's a wonder you
don't have a migraine.

You, Angelina, you're my migraine.

Now you listen to me, okay?

We... protect you. Yeah, but for how
long?

You know, my great -grandmother lived to
be 95.

You think the taxpayers would go for
that?

Well, I don't ask for 95, Inspector, but
I'd sure be disappointed if I didn't

live to see this weekend.

Yeah, maybe Leo Weiss felt the same way.
Huh?

All right.

Excuse me.

Yeah, that's one tough beat to work.

Think so?

I was thinking just the opposite.

Put a blue and white on that door.

Blue and white.

Mr. Miller, Mr. Miller, service desk,
please.

What a beauty, huh?

Hey, you ought to do something about
that.

Yeah. I'm open to all suggestions.

Not to mind you're not.

You want to talk about that CPA, right?

My sister called me.

This Inspector Kojak, she says. He's got
poor Guido passing blood.

What do you want to do a thing like that
for?

And Guido wouldn't snuff a cockroach
unless he got permission from the ASPCA.

wimp like that.

What makes you think he'd turn a blind
eye to a takedown?

I mean, he'd jump off the Trump Tower
into a damp tissue if you told him to.

You know what I mean?

Kojak, you're like a singer who only
knows one song, you know? I mean, it's

nice, but it's not enough for a club
act.

You know, a long time ago, I was living
in a little cold water flat on Sullivan

Street. There was a kid across the hall.
He had a piano.

So all day long, every day, heart and
soul, heart and soul.

And one day, the kid takes a break, goes
for a pizza.

On the way back... Somebody steps on his
fingers.

Oh. These things happen.

Yeah. The men's stories like that.

What you're saying, there's an easier
way to counter you, huh?

Easier and more profitable.

Would you care to step into my office?

Oh, and do what? I mean, sign up for one
of your lifetime no -interest, easy

-payment loans?

Hey, I never figured you'd come cheap.

If I was for sale, slimeball.

I'd be sitting up there in Riverdale
waiting for the next invasion of the 17

-year locusts. You're going down, Tony.

You're going down for Jackson Smith.

You're going down for Tori Colucci.

You're going down for that little
nebbish from Staten Island. And you're

down for that rookie cop who walked down
a dark alley on that sultry summer's

night. And for all of them, and for
those I've overlooked, the bill has come

due. When I walk into your office, I
will.

I'll have a warrant in my hand for your
arrest.

Now, if you don't know that tune, keep
your eye on the bouncing ball.

Don't be angry, Chris.

Why should I be? It's only the third
time.

I'm sorry I was late.

Well, I guess I should be used to it by
now.

Okay, let me ask you a question. I
thought this was a date. This is a date.

Last year, You did a piece on the
Hogarth side for the Sunday Supper,

Yeah, so?

I want to know your impression.

Well, go to the newspaper, ask for the
more. Tell them Trish sent you. They'll

be happy to Xerox you a copy. Look,
Trish, you know I don't want a puff

that's been picked over and sanitized by
a team of liable lawyers. I want the

inside story.

What's your interest? Little Debbie run
a traffic light?

Off the record?

Come on, that's just the way it has to
be.

This whole thing is nothing but warts,
ingrown hair.

Well, don't think you can buy me with a
burger and fries.

Okay. Lunch tomorrow, 1 o 'clock at
Amici.

Sertini, zuppe di pesce, zabbaglione.

And white truffle? Light a bushel bag.

Now you talk.

Okay. A couple of nights ago, there was
a shooting in Little Italy.

The CPA?

Yeah. We have reason to believe they're
somehow connected to the Hogarth.

Heavy. Yeah, that's what I said.

I need your help.

What do you want to know?

Draw me a picture of the family circle
from the inside looking out. Oh, they're

a real fun group.

Well, first, of course, there's Gideon
Hogarth, which you can legitimately call

a self -made man.

Started out in Yonkers over half a
century ago behind the counter of the

and Dime, and today he could buy and
sell General Motors.

But it cost him. It cost him dearly.

Two wives that left him because they
couldn't take the hours. His health. And

now that he's remarried again, the
affection of his kids.

What about her, the new wife?

Lots of people asking that question.

You've seen her picture. She pops up in
more places than Leona Helmsley.

Conventional wisdom has it she married
Gideon for his money.

I'm not so sure.

I've watched them together.

It's enough to send a bystander into
diabetic coma.

Since her husband's stroke, Michelle's
taken over the running of the business.

Ruled with an iron fist.

And seeing her in action, I'd say the
woman earns her keep.

She's kind of hard on the employees.

What about the son, Paul?

How's he handling it?

With gritted teeth.

He's like Prince Charles.

Nearing middle age, frustrated, waiting
for his parent to die.

And just when it looks as though he's
about to get his wish, along comes the

dragon lady and elbows him out of the
way.

What about little Debbie?

Well, she got squeezed out, too.

Until the wicked stepmother turned up,
Debbie made a career out of looking

Daddy. I mean, that old man was her
entire life.

Okay.

Knowing what you do, would you say any
one of them would condone an act of

homicide?

Off the record?

Yeah. In a hot minute.

You understand, of course, when this
breaks.

If it breaks.

I'm the first to know that.

What are friends for?

Oh,

good,

you're here.

Chief wants to see you, Inspector.

Oh, I swear.

Boss, boss.

In your office.

Well, look.

If I'm not back in five minutes, call a
priest.

Yeah, George.

Get it sterilized, will you? I'm toxic.

Tell me about it.

It's Gideon Hogarth, Theo.

His wife called the mayor. The mayor
talked to the commissioner. And, well,

know the drill as well as I do.

And the bottom line?

Stay away from the Hogarths. You want to
buy a necktie, you want to shop for a

home appliance, they'll treat you like a
prince. Just don't disturb the family.

I don't see how I can do that, George.

You can do it because I'm telling you to
do it. You know, somebody else told me

to get lost.

The feds.

You think it was Mrs. Hogarth who called
them?

This is the first I've heard of it.
What's their angle? How do I know?

They scooped up this Lyle Goodrich. You
know, he's the guy who's building the

new store.

He's the guy who's being audited by
Weiss.

Saltochis, man.

This is one big tangled mess. And right
in the middle, the Hogarths. And you're

asking me to lay off. Can you prove any
of this?

It's my job, isn't it?

It's your neck.

That's got taken on the Houston office.

I'll deal with that tomorrow, thanks.

I'm very much in love with you.

Oh,

there isn't a woman on earth that ever
gets tired of hearing that.

What's wrong?

I've been sitting here playing devil's
advocate with myself. I want to be fair,

see Paul's side of it.

Jimbo's gone.

B. Altman's.

Bond with Teller's bankrupt.

Marshall Field's up for sale. So are
Sachs and Bloomingdale's. Am I kidding

myself?

Did the fat lady sing while I was in the
lobby buying popcorn?

Fat lady hasn't even left her dressing
room yet.

Well, I don't know about anything
anymore, except you.

My thoughts wander.

Maybe it's the medications, my illness.

Nonsense.

You're still as sharp as the day I met
you.

Boy, I was showing off that day full of
myself. So eager to please you.

Tom Sawyer doing handstands on Becky
Thatcher's picket fence.

I fell in love with Tom Sawyer.

Any regrets?

Only that I haven't been able to give
you a job.

Uh -uh.

You're my baby.

You're mine.

Michelle Hogarth?

I beg your... Agents Warburton and
Nichols, ma 'am. U .S. Department of

I've warned here for your arrest for
income tax evasion and conspiracy to

defraud the federal government.

I'm going with you. No, you need it
here.

Cole Whitehead, tell him to meet me at
the Manhattan Federal Correctional

Facility. And tell the architects I
can't meet with them today. I'll meet

them tomorrow.

Thanks.

What did Mr. Bogart do?

Michelle!

Deborah, go to your father. He needs
you.

Now, please.

This is a comedy of errors.

No one's laughing.

Dayton Kolb is coming in to discuss the
Houston store renovations. Do you think

you can handle it?

Well, golly, Mom, I'll sure give it the
old college try.

Let's go.

Be

reasonable,

Theo. It's out of our hands. Even you
should be able to say that. See?

See?

All I see is the major case going down
the toilet because of a couple of

headline -happy feds.

And they're going after the woman. For
what?

I mean, soliciting kickbacks?

Skimming a couple of million dollars off
the top? No.

You want to talk about income tax?

You want to talk about major fraud?

This Tony Clamps, he's into our
government for more than the Contras.

Oh.

And their star witness, are you ready?
Your friend and mine, Lyle Goodrich. It

all ties together, George.

And then all I got to do is connect the
dots.

I don't suppose I get interested in the
Times crossword puzzle instead.

I want Salducci, Georgie.

And I think I'd get him through Michelle
Bogart. They'll slap a gag order on

you. They'll have you up for harassment,
obstructing governmental

administration, interfering with
official investigation.

Okay, so they're going to take me to
court, right?

And this being America, I'm entitled to
build up a defense, right?

If you're not doing anything that day,
you come by the courthouse, I'll have

them laying in the aisles. No, no, no.
Smith, White, forget about him.

Sean Moriarty is one of ours.

All right, Theo.

Enough already.

What am I going to do with you?

Well, sending a get -well card would be
nice.

Listen.

Mrs. Hogarth would like to make a brief
statement, and no questions will be

taken.

The charges brought against me are
utterly without foundation.

And so far as I'm aware, I've never
committed a criminal act, nor have I

contributed to the criminal actions of
persons other than myself.

especially not the actions of Lyle
Goodrich, whose perjured testimony has

me in this position.

Testimony, I might add, obtained by
promising him immunity from prosecution.

It's no secret that I'm a wealthy woman
and that I owe that wealth and whatever

position I now occupy to my husband,
Gideon Hogarth, a man I love, admire,

respect beyond the outermost limits of
human expression.

If anyone believes that I would risk
that position, that wealth, and most

especially my marriage for the sake of a
few million dollars, well, they don't

know who they're dealing with.

Thank you.

Mrs. Hogarth, I'm Inspector Kojak, NYPD.

What's that to me?

Well, not a hell of a lot when you put
it that way, I suppose.

I need a couple of minutes of your time,
though. You know, you can spare it. You

don't have to talk to this hour,
Michelle.

Wait a minute. I've seen you somewhere
before.

Came before yesterday by the elevator.

But I understood from Phyllis that it
was my husband you wanted to speak with.

Well, please change.

I have. I certainly do.

But mine's a federal case.

Well, my unit's investigating the murder
of one Leo Weiss. Leo Weiss, that

accountant that was murdered in the
village the other night. What's that got

do with me? Yeah, well, the accountant
was also assigned to order the books of

one Lyle Goodrich.

Can I drop you some plays, Inspector?

Really, Michelle, I don't think you
should talk to this man. Jason, take a

It'll be good for your character.

Shall we?

Well,

you must admit, no one had a better
motive for killing Weiss than destroying

wreck. Of course I agree.

From what my attorney tells me, those
bolts have been cooked by a master chef.

But you see, Inspector, I didn't even
know there was an audit in progress.

It was authorized and paid for by the
Hogarth Corporation, and you didn't know

about it?

Well, if it wasn't you, then who?

Maybe your husband?

No.

I'll get to the bottom of it, and when I
do, I'll let you know.

Did you know that Goodrich was in bed
with Antonio Salfucci?

No.

I'm not surprised.

I hope they'll never find out about it.

Spent his life closing doors on men like
Pell, did you?

He's paid a price.

Nothing's for free in this world,
especially not integrity.

Is that going to come out as a trial?

Won't even help the Fed's case.

Well, what's your verdict, Inspector?

Do you think I'm guilty?

Oh, yeah.

Something. I just haven't figured out a
word yet.

What time did Trish leave?

That early?

You sure?

Okay. Take a message. Word for word.

Tell her the white truffles died.

Yeah, that's the message.

Thank you. Bye.

Good evening, Mr. Bowman.

If someone wants to see you.

What is it, Mercer?

It's an Inspector Kojak, sir. He's here
to see your father.

I'll deal with this. Father's not to be
disturbed.

This is an arrogant, contemptible
invasion of privacy.

You were warned to keep your distance,
Inspector.

Now, whatever trouble we're having with
the law, that's none of your concern.

Well, sit him down, sonny. I'm here at
Daddy's invitation.

That's impossible.

Well, then you ask him.

My father's health has been
deteriorating for some time now.

At his age, in his condition, he's not
always responsible for his actions.

If he had his way, he'd invite one of
our department store clerks over for

Sunday brunch.

He could do worse.

And so we have, but not today,
Inspector.

His personal invitation notwithstanding,
I'm afraid I'm going to have to deny

you the privilege of an audience.

Inspector, Mr. Hogarth says would you
kindly join him in the salarium?

Well... Nice talking to you, sonny.

Let's do it again sometime.

I forget, Mercer.

How long has it you've been with the
family?

It'll be 27 years next October, sir.

Yes, I wouldn't count on it if I were
you.

if you leave your top coat, Inspector,
you'll find it rather warm in the

salarium.

Thank you, sir.

Michelle's lying down at present.

As you can imagine, she slept badly last
night.

I haven't told her that I've asked you
here why.

I'll tell her later, of course. We have
no secrets from each other.

She informed you that we shared a ride
after she left the courthouse?

Oh, my, yes.

You stopped at P .J. Clark's for chili
and boilermakers. Well, the boilermakers

were for her. I was still on duty.

Are you on duty now?

Uh, I haven't decided yet.

That's fair enough.

You had questions.

You order the audit?

No, I saw no reason to.

I'd employed Goodrich before, so had
many of my friends.

Well.

Suppose you found out that Weiss had
uncovered information which incriminated

Mrs. Hogarth.

If you don't mind, I'd decline to answer
that one.

Well, it was speculation. I wouldn't
believe that if I was.

Well, who do you think instigated the
audit?

I know who instigated it. Michelle told
me less than an hour ago. Some well

-meaning member of my accounting
department.

But considering the consequences of his
action, I doubt he'd step forward for

any credit. Is it important?

Sir, a man was killed.

That's always important.

Of course it is.

That was insensitive of me.

You're sitting there wondering whether
my wife is involved, and I'm sitting

wondering how to convince you that she
isn't, that she couldn't be.

Let me tell you about this woman,
Inspector.

Not one person said, go ahead and marry
her. Not one.

Just my heart.

Everyone, they're all convinced, but
she's after your money.

What other reason could there be?

You know, it's impossible.

Michelle could be genuinely in love with
you. You're so much older.

Yes, she is.

Yes, she is.

You know how I know?

Two years ago, my 70th birthday, gifts
came in from everywhere.

Expensive gifts.

Tiffany, Herod, London.

You know what Michelle gave me?

A faded photograph of a five -intensive
store in Yonkers where I first started

business. That building doesn't exist.
It's a parking lot.

Now, for years, I've searched for some
evidence of this humble beginning, and

yet it took Michelle to find it.

It took time and effort.

More than that, it had taken love.

And that, uh...

new store we're building.

Hogarth's Folly, my son calls it, a
billion -dollar monument to Michelle's

vanity. I'll tell you the truth, why
she's so obsessively driven to see it

through when she's bulldozing everyone
and everything under to just... Well,

I'll tell you.

It's a monument, all right.

It's a tombstone.

Mine.

She's rushing frantically to completion.

hoping that she can beat the Grim Reaper
to the finish line.

I wouldn't bet on that one.

But then, I wouldn't bet against
Michelle either.

Well, I think I'll let that do it now.

Under your girlfriend's byline, and you
don't know a thing about it.

Not that she published the story.

Oh.

You figured she'd write it in her diary
and squirt it away somewhere in the time

capsule. Look, boss, I'll talk to her.
You already talked to her. That's the

problem. Boss, she gave me a word on
this. The word of a reporter?

Come on, get out of here.

Before you find yourself in uniform
walking a beaten bed stride.

And the next time you talk to the fourth
estate, make sure you're in a vertical

position.

Now, where the hell is Tatum? Where you
planted him.

See you at 11?

He's sitting on Pell Doochie. Oh, yeah,
I forgot.

Ah, take a look at this beauty.

My people tell me that Kojak's got some
troops staked out in a little rat trap

at 297 West Makepeace.

297.

On the building directory, it lists an
Angelina Frascati, apartment 304.

You'll do it?

Done.

I have reason to think that I might be
under surveillance.

Pretty sure my phones are tapped.

So unless you hear different, don't come
back here.

If I need to get in touch with you,
there'll be a sign in the showroom

Special today, 86 Cadillac Coupe de
Ville. We'll meet in the usual place,

Well, listen, shop around, but I'm sure
you won't find a deal any better than

this any place in town, huh? Thanks a
lot.

Something wrong?

Wouldn't you say so?

I'd say we'd better start shopping for a
new poster girl.

We need to talk.

Hello, come on.

Yeah, just a minute.

Damien, Mrs. Henry wants to know if she
can come in Tuesday afternoon.

Sure, what does she want to have done?

Yeah.

Yeah, all right.

Well, you read this morning's paper?

Yeah, that Calvin and Hobbes is really a
hoot.

Nothing bothers you, right? You know
what bothers me is cops during working

hours. That bothers me almost as much as
cops after working hours.

You were at risk before.

That story clinches it.

It seems to me if anybody's at risk,
it's Mrs. Hogarth. Well, maybe you'll

her on to get clearer. First, it's wise.
Now, the dragon lady.

Next, you'll be asking me to do it for
you to... No, for you to clear your

conscience. Look, my conscience is fine,
thank you.

Come here.

You listen to me, Sherlock.

My mother had nine kids, plus two that
were snowborn.

I was the youngest.

That means that for the first 14 years
of my life, I had to fight for breathing

space. Then one day, my drunken
stepfather surprised me in the bathtub

taught me everything there was to know
about the birds and the bees.

It was a three -hour lesson. I graduated
with honors.

I left home that night, and I never
looked back.

I'm a survivor, Kojak.

No one ever gave me anything, and I
never asked.

I've lived with rats and roaches in
places where you wouldn't dump your

So I think my conscience could live with
this.

Sweetheart. Do you mind taking Mr.
Schneider? I'm just not up to it.

Unless you're waiting for a prank or
jack.

Do you mind if I get back to work?

You can't be serious.

I can assure you, Father, that I've
never been more serious.

Hogarth Common was down nine points when
the market opened this morning. Well,

by all means, buy.

Don't get panicky, Paul.

I'm not panicky.

But the other members of the board of
directors will be.

And all the major shareholders.

Every point we drop brings us closer to
a hostile takeover.

I still control 51 % of Ogarth Inc. As
long as I do, your stepmother will

as CEO.

I'm not suggesting that she stand down
permanently.

Just until we put this mess behind us.

Until that time, she must allow us... Is
that how you feel, Debra?

If it's for the good of the company.

I can't ask that of her.

I will not humiliate a woman I love
whose efforts are solely responsible for

leadership position we now command.

With all due respect, sir, but you're
gambling with our inheritance.

The maternity ward at St. Luke's assured
me that you two were indeed the fruit

of my loins.

If it were not for that, I'd have
serious doubts.

line, Trish.

What line?

You know what I mean. Our conversation
was off record.

I'm a reporter, remember?

All right, a reporter with a page one
byline and a fat bonus sitting in a

checking account.

You kept me waiting for over an hour.

I'm really sorry.

Oh, sure you are. You're too busy
playing Brenda Starr. We had a deal,

and when the story broke, it was yours.
But you had to go behind my back.

You talk to my witnesses, you compromise
the ongoing police investigation, and,

not that it matters, but you make me
look like a damn fool in front of my

commander.

But I guess I am a fool, because I
thought we had something.

I have no earthly idea why we constantly
backstab each other.

But I'll tell you this.

It'll never happen again.

It's over.

We're over.

Hi, it's Archie.

Detrons, I'll see you safe to your door.

Get ready for the climb, Robin.

You'd think they'd invest in elevators.

Hey, what's the matter? Have you seen
Adriana?

Hello.

Good night, man.

I'm flattered.

Thanks. You're not.

Break the monotony.

It's my fault.

I should have checked.

I should have been there when that
bastard... Oh, come on, will you stop

couching yourself?

You can't be everywhere.

I mean, how would you know?

He came over the roof, didn't he?

Go ahead.

Say it. Go ahead.

It's all right.

It's okay.

It's all right.

It's not quite. It's right in here. It's
sharper.

Yeah.

And his eyes are darker.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Okay, Dennis.

Okay, that's a perfect Picasso.

Thanks.

Look, we've reserved a suite for you at
the Warwick.

Well, I don't want to be alone tonight.

No, no, no, you won't be.

Cristal's here.

She's volunteered to stay with you,
okay?

Come on.

Thanks, Kojak.

Thought you were over that.

Yeah, maybe it's not a cold.

Maybe I'm allergic to one of my
detectives.

Oh, yeah.

I got it.

Here, take this down to the photo unit.
Have it blown up and put on the streets.

And take this artwork with you.

Why bother?

This, with Angelina's testimony.

Gives us probable cause. Why don't we
just bring Sal Ducci in and sweat him?

Because he'd be back on the streets in
five minutes.

Sweat don't eat plants.

Are you kidding?

Crocodiles, they don't have paws.

And if I'm going to throw a net over
him, let me tell you something. It's

to be forever.

Okay.

Oh, wait.

Winston.

You and Trish, are you still on the
outs?

Yeah, well, after what she did to me.
Oh, come on. You know, no reason to send

her to her room.

She's a reporter.

You know, initiative.

Enterprise, et cetera.

I mean, that's what America's all about.

Maybe, just maybe, that girl can help
us.

Moron.

She's got a front page story.

Perfect.

Well, you know it wasn't so easy. I had
to spend the night.

Well, you know, that's what I like about
you.

You know, no matter what the sacrifice,
you remain undaunted.

And now, assuming that you're up to it,
Blake, I've got another challenging

assignment.

Yes?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Thank you.

That's not what you said.

You said that it could be contained.

Now, see, I would never have agreed if I
had thought that it might cause

financial ruin to the company or
scandal.

But no, no, it won't wait.

We have to do something before it gets
too late. The situation is out of hand.

Lift your arm, Mr. Salducci.

Thank you.

Let me just get a shot.

That's good, Angelo.

I think this is a good way. Just like
this.

Okay.

That's good, Mr. Salducci. I think it's
good.

Come with me.

All right.

And what may we show you today, sir?

Uh, do you have anything in cotton?

Uh, cotton. Cotton.

Uh... Grazie, Angelo.

Uno vestito bello.

See the paper?

Yeah.

Why didn't you drown the gold pitch
while you were at it?

It was a natural mistake.

Another mistake like that, we could be
stamping out license plates in

The paper says she moved to Coney
Island.

It even gives the address.

Think you can find the place without a
seeing eye, dog?

Yeah, I can find it.

Hey, Dutchman.

You screw up again, your next of kin is
going to suddenly inherit a world -class

stamp collection.

Capisce?

Yes, information. I would like the phone
number for the Major Crimes Division of

the New York City Police Department.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, the inspector's out of the
office just now. Can I take a message?

Phyllis Sandler, St.

Xavier Apartments. You got it? Yes, I've
got that.

getting a haircut, can't you tell?

A Phyllis Sandler phoned. At your
earliest convenience, she'd like to see

her apartment.

Well, I suppose it's too much to hope
that the lady left an address?

Oh.

Thanks. Thanks?

Well, that didn't hurt, did it?

Two months later, walking in car.

Thanks. Well, that didn't hurt, did it?

One moment, Inspector.

Mrs. Sandler?

Mrs. Sandler?

Mrs.

Sandler?

the window. Come on, hurry up.

The body was still warm.

Five minutes too late.

Because of a fender bender on 49.

And look, half the rest go through the
hole apartment. Finger prints.

What for?

I mean, we already know from Angelina
the perk wore gloves. Oh, no, no. This

not our boy.

It's not his style.

The victim was bludgeoned to death.

She probably was killed with one blow.
The killer, he gives her a dozen more.

Now, this kind of violence needs a
raging fever in the blood.

Blind anger, frustration.

Besides all that, there's no sign of any
forced entry in the apartment.

Three locks and a latch chain on the
door.

There's no way she'd let a total
stranger in here.

She knew him, whoever it was.

When forensic is finished, you can file
a complete list of the victim's personal

effects. Well, what are we supposed to
be looking for? You'll know when you

it. Just keep looking around.

You know, the lady was a collector.

I mean, there's no space anywhere. Even
the walls are loaded.

Pictures all neatly arranged.

Except for that one spot over there.

You know, that would have dipped her
crazy.

There's no way she could have lived with
that.

Anyway, I don't know why she was killed.

But I do know that the killer didn't
leave here empty -handed.

Inspector.

They got him.

Right.

Father?

Deborah. Please, you've hardly touched
your plate. Try and force yourself to

something. Excuse me, ma 'am. Inspector
Kojak.

I'm sure it's nothing, darling, or he
would have come in person.

Excuse me, darling.

An inspector calls.

It seems to me there was a play by that
title.

An English play.

The inspector visits the country home of
a wealthy family to determine who's

responsible for a young girl's death.

Turns out they all were.

It seems the police have apprehended
that man Weiss's killer.

What is it, Michelle?

Sadler has been murdered.

His name's Wolfgang Rieger. He lives
where else?

Brownsville.

If he has a rap sheet, it's news to our
computer.

Well, he's got one now. How's his leg?

It's not serious, even though it's worn
up pretty bad.

He seems to be in a great deal of pain.

Seems to be. Didn't you bother to find
out?

Come on, let's go minister the grief.

The least you could do is get me a
chair. My leg is killing me. What can I

you? I mean, that's bureaucracy.

We order the chair, they send up one,
coffee and sandwiches.

Look, I know my constitutional right.

I want to see my lawyer. And this lousy
patch job ain't good enough. I demand to

go to a hospital.

You want? You demand?

You only think about yourself?

You got no consideration? Come on, will
you?

It's after 10 o 'clock.

It's close to freezing out there. I
wouldn't send a lawyer out on a night

this. Besides, we read you, Miranda.

Your rights haven't been violated.

Come on. You don't want to talk? What
can I tell you? Don't talk.

Talk about what?

The guy who hired you. The person who
put you in this position.

Nobody hired me.

Oh, so you just went to Coney Island on
an off chance that the amusement park

would be open. You could ride the merry
-go -round.

This guy will gang.

Tony Clamp.

He tried to sell me a car.

That's a criminal offense?

The way he does it, it is.

So what's that supposed to be,
consorting?

Look, I got no convictions. You try to
put me away with that, they'll laugh you

out of court. Who needs consorting? We
got a kill gun with your prints on it.

got an eye whip that's the thought you
blow away the CPA.

We got two cops willing to testify to
attempted murder. Not to mention the

matching slugs the Emmy dug out of
Jackson Smith last July.

Now look, if the man says Salducci was
not involved, hey, let it go.

How many boys can take the fall all
alone?

That's it. Let's not persuade him.
Besides, if we run...

We can catch the last quarter of the
next game. Come on.

I suppose you're right.

Good Lord knows it's easier this way.

Easier? What's easier? Look, we got to
face reality, all right?

How many times have we tried to wriggle
Salducci in and he gets right off the

hook, huh?

Leaving some poor, dumb, underpaid field
hand to do the time for.

That's how it is with guys like Tony.

They get these heavyweight lawyers.

They got political Jews.

They got a rabbi in every precinct in
any end.

Ah, all the comforts of home.

Care for anything, Inspector? A little
coffee or something?

What's that, your niece?

Oh, French toast. That's my favorite.

Oh, the best.

Oh, juice, fresh wheeze. Yeah,
absolutely.

Anything else?

No, too early in the morning. Oh, too
bad.

Because that's the best meal you're
going to have in 150 years.

How's that supposed to be?

The Dutchman.

He talked. I mean, he talked so much we
had to go and get fresh tapes.

You must have sold him a lemon because
he don't like you very much.

Blake.

Read the cockroach's Miranda.

This is a big day for all of us.

Must be a load off your shoulders,
knowing that it's all finally wrapped

Yeah.

Who says it's wrapped up?

I'm afraid you're a trifle early,
Inspector. It's Saturday.

You see, every Saturday morning, Mrs.
Hogarth accompanies the Master to Mount

Sinai for his chemotherapy.

If you could call back in an hour,
perhaps?

Oh, that's all right, Merce. I'm here to
see Deborah.

That's out of the question.

My sister has taken Phyllis Stanley's
death extremely hard.

She's in bed under a physician's care.
So, you'll understand, I can't allow you

to see her.

I'll get a court order.

That won't be necessary.

You saw the body, Inspector?

Well, for me, it's compulsory. For you,
it's an available option.

Fourteen times the paper said.

That many?

Well, who's counting?

Anyway, after the first couple of blows,
it's not Phyllis Sandler he's striking.

I mean, he's killing by proxy.

Someone who's not even in the room.

It's no use, Miss Hogarth.

I mean, you can't hide from it.

Now, among the victim's personal
effects, we found a receipt from a

Avenue store.

The purchase of a man's silk dressing
gown.

It was left there to be monogrammed.

I talked to the salesgirl.

Yes, she remembers Phyllis Sandler.

She also remembers a young lady who was
with her the day they made the purchase.

Ph.

Paul Hogarth.

And you know all the time, didn't you?

Not everything?

Well, whatever you didn't know, you
would have guessed.

Now, you were Phyllis' closest friend.

You were the go -between to keep the
affair from being public.

After all, how could Phyllis spy on
wicked stepmother Michelle if Michelle

thought that Phyllis was swapping pillow
talk with Brother Paul?

No, no.

They conspired to frame her. So what'd
they do? They set up a frame, tipped the

feds, and you didn't say a word.

Why should I?

What's Michelle to me?

Well, that's their own question,
sweetheart.

What you should have asked is what's
Michelle to your father?

If you loved your father the way a
daughter should, you'd know that the

Michelle would have killed him.

But I do love him.

I do.

How dare you hold me hostage in my own
home?

I'm wanted at the office.

And this Tony of yours says he's under
orders to detain me.

By what right, may I ask, and under what
statute?

You should have left the photograph.

If you had, I wouldn't have given it a
second thought.

But the fact that it was missing led me
to believe that the killer was somebody

she knew.

And cared for.

But she was a lady with a conscience,
right?

So she called me.

And that's why you had to silence her.

You've lost me, Inspector. I'm afraid I
don't have the vaguest notion what

you're talking about.

Oh, don't you?

It's over, pal.

I mean, the balloon is up.

Your fingerprints are all over that
apartment.

And now that we know what we're looking
for, we also know that you two conspired

to destroy Michelle, your stepmother.

Just so you can take over the family
business.

I don't understand that you're charging
me.

You got it.

I demand to call a lawyer.

Yeah, in due course.

You'll never make it stick, you know.

You keep forgetting who I am.

You'll never even go to trial. Well,
I'll give it a shot.

Blake, don't forget to read him his
rights.

But it was Paul.

Neither of those people were Paul.

How's he handling it?

Better than I expected, which isn't
saying much.

He'll see you now.

Several days ago, I asked you who
ordered the Goodrich audit.

You said you didn't know, but you'd make
it a point to find out.

Later, your husband told me you
discovered it was somebody from the

department. Identity unknown.

That wasn't exactly true, was it?

No, it was Paul.

It was Paul.

Knowing that, you must have also known
that he was behind your scourge for the

Justice Department.

How could I tell Gideon that his only
son had betrayed him?

I couldn't do that to him.

Yet if you had, chances are that Phyllis
Sandow would still be alive.

Oh, God.

Yes.

I'm going to have to find a way to live
with that, aren't I?

You're unsparing, Kojak.

I admire that.

He's exhausted.

Oh, Inspector.

Did I tempt you?

No, it's not too early for me.

All right.

You're still on duty.

Yes, sir?

I've been thinking.

In my case, that's a serious mistake.

It's my only son.

Why didn't I know?

Or why didn't I see what he was doing?

That poor, dead girl.

Is... Did he get this way from watching
me? Is this the legacy I left him?

I wouldn't work too hard on that one if
I were you.

Look.

I've been around long enough to know
that there are more questions in this

than there are answers.

At any rate, you're well rid of us.

The job's done. You move on to the next
case.

Not quite.

No?

But you caught Weiss's killer.

He and this Salducci, they're behind
bars.

There are a few loose ends.

Such as?

You know, one thing kept nagging at me,
because it wouldn't fit.

What tips out, Gucci?

Why was Weiss killed?

Not Paul.

Not Phyllis Sandler. They wanted that
report to come out.

Michelle?

She had a motive.

Provided she was guilty.

But she was innocent.

So that leaves you.

Despite your protestations to the
contrary?

You weren't sure of her, were you?

See, Weiss called me. He told me what
he'd found.

This obvious shakedown.

So you called Salducci?

It wasn't the money. I could afford
that.

But when I'm gone, who would protect
Michelle from that Weiss's mouth?

So I said, don't kill him. Put the fear
of God into him.

What's necessary?

Nothing they could do to me would be
harsher than the judgment I impose upon

myself.

You're right.

I was afraid of the truth.

They kept saying, she doesn't love you.
She just married you for your money.

After a while, even though I knew they
were wrong, I was afraid to put her to

the test.

You weren't, were you?

Unlike you, my heart wasn't involved.

May I have a moment alone with my wife?

Of course.

Have a good night.

Thank you.

What will they do to him, Inspector?

To him?

No. Don't worry about him, Mercer.

It's, uh, it's what he'll do to them.

Are you kidding? He'll hire himself a
ton of lawyers and he'll hit that

prosecution with enough stipulations and
exceptions and delays of motion to put

off that trial until Arafat wears a
yarmulke.

No, no, don't worry about that, old man.

You worry about your premature ballers.
It's a little late for that, sir. Oh,

look who's talking.

Pepper, you're going to have to be
strong, very strong.

It's your stepmother that needs you now.

Thank you.