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Michelle Hogarth, I've worn here for your

arrest for income vaccination tonight on Kojak.

Do you think I'm guilty?

Oh, yeah.

I just haven't figured out a word 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.

If I'm gonna throw a nettle in him, it's gonna beat my red vibe.

KOJAK

NONE SO BLIND

What are you doing here?

That looks good.

What's it called again?

It's Calamari, why don't you have some, Mr. West.

Now, you were saying...

Have you seen for yourself?

I'm just scrapped.

It's a blind man, what's about it?

The mind must have warned you.

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

And you can understand my dilemma.

I mean, we're not talking pocket money.

But we have here's a major crime, right?

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

Or which my boss gives me a hardy pet in the back.

In another 10 years or so, I'm the proud recipient of a gold watch.

I already own watch, Mr. Tabley.

Don't weigh all.

Think of it, Mr. Tabley.

What I don't own is a summer cottage on Cape Cod.

And if my present take home, I couldn't even afford to buy a welcome man.

Are you following my drift, Mr. Tabley?

All the way to the bank, Leo.

All the way to the bank.

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

So wouldn't you say that stuff is agaian?

Yes, sir.

Here, help yourself.

It's Calamari.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

All right.

Let me get my client in jingle.

Now, we'll see if we can't work something out of here, or neutral satisfaction.

And just excuse me.

I'll be right back.

Is that him? - That's him.

It's hard to get the paperwork.

I should be home at about.

Oh, my God.

Angelina.

Angelina, who?

What is this?

Hey, who are you?

Where's Angelina?

Hey, you.

Sorry to drag you out on the night like this inspector, but

I figured you'd want to be in on this one from the beginning.

Let's get out of the rain, Blake.

Let's go inside.

Detective Altary.

All right.

The victim thing was Leo Weiss.

CPA employed by Johnson County 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.

It's 22.

The wise guy's favorite kill gun.

Oh, he just landed.

The wise guy's did it.

Well, a citizen gets popped in a pasta joint, owned by Tony Southlucci'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 the last customer.

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

The dishwasher says that he was out back, sneaking his mouth.

And about the remote possibility.

There was a girl.

Evidently, she stepped inside the user phone.

She must have witnessed this hit and ran.

This lady across the street says she came

down out of here, like a world-class printer.

She left her umbrella and a big puddle of rainwater bottle.

Pleasure.

Right, first thing tomorrow morning.

Get in touch with Strauss and cut a heat.

Find out what Weiss was up to.

Yeah, stat and island pilgrim.

Away from heart and home.

He passed on Mulberry Street and all alone.

He was one of the boys.

Oh, what do you know? He comes in and keep her.

Oh, don't worry about it.

Take that to the logistics.

And find out it was an only child.

Yeah, yeah.

Sweet-o!

Mix and mash.

Oh, that's very nice.

Very nice.

I mean, it's a bold, fascist statement.

Well, I had to get dressed in the dark.

I didn't want to wake up and miss this.

I crawled out of a statement to go down here.

This is terrible.

Just tell her about that.

The lady's dead as we go to a board painter, Jack.

What?

I think I'm going to do my business any good.

I can tell you that.

You know, so...

I got a phone.

She takes a couple of lumps out of Tony's mattress.

Tony?

The hell is Tony got to do with this.

Pat, co-jack?

We know.

Oh, there's some here, okay?

I mean, you don't have the knack.

Everybody knows.

That you're a silent partnership with your brother.

I mean, table and glassware booze, meat and produce, and even that guy you're

driving, it flows down from South Duchy at the prices.

And what are you trying to tell me?

That a sufficient is going to get whacked at this

address without Tony clamps giving somebody the nod?

Inspector, the cleanup crew wants to know if he'll release the remains now.

20 minutes are on overtime.

What do you think?

I mean, I know he sent to you for a blue plate special.

I'll write it off in the overhead.

What'd I tell you?

He's all hard.

Let me tell you something, Duchman.

You got sauerkraut for brains.

35,000 restaurants in the city, and you got to pick the Monte.

Look, the guy wanted to eat Italian.

We didn't have much time, but Monte was the only place we could set up in such a hurry.

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

And this dozens of places, besides a pizza joint

owned by the meatball that married my sister.

You can say anything.

What, God, whispered in your ear?

Now, the tablet is on the right eye of Vegas, so he's covered.

You can go back to Brownsville, play with

your stamp collection till I need you again.

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

What?

It's up to Ron.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

You see, there was a witness.

I was supposed to stress some cutting.

Why is he doing your major audit on the Good Ridge Construction

Company at the express behest of the Hogarth Corporation?

Hogarth is in the Hogarth department store chain.

Why would they want to investigate Gudush's books?

Because Good Ridge landed the construction contract for the Hogarth flagship store.

You can build a stealth bomber for that baby's going to cost.

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

Tony Clamsel, don't you?

He was best man at loud.

Good, you're just waiting.

Now, look, it was your money.

Wouldn't you want to know what it?

Ammon.

Get in touch with the live, Good Ridge's office, and try to set up a meet with this.

That's the M.U.'s report.

It just came in.

Anyways, on ballistics?

This you're going to love.

That 22 slugs, an identical twin of the one they dug out of the late Jackson Smith.

Last July.

Hey!

There's another homicide.

I like to pin on Tony Clamsel, Duchy.

He's got to have that killer army, Taina.

Why'd you lose something?

Wait a minute.

Yeah.

The medical exam is report on the under-adjusted contents of the victim's stomach.

Now, what do we got?

A rueglowling greenie, Clamsel, a royal vinegar, Chantee, and Kalamani.

So, where's the Kalamani?

Not on the victim's plate.

So he wasn't alone.

He was lured into Bomonti's restaurant.

Someone set him up.

We can 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 up.

Okay, that's it.

Mr. Goodrich is out of the office.

He's gone to Hogarth's corporate headquarters for a business meeting.

Really?

Shoot.

The park is in tight.

Yeah, that's what they all say.

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

I'll display the co-jacks.

Is there something that I can do for you?

Yeah.

I'm 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 Julia there.

Well, Julia doesn't see anyone.

Is there a right?

You know what?

I think I'll pop my caucus over there.

Who knows, I might get lucky.

Did you see that?

Did he get their old story?

They had to start knocking at the door.

That's all right.

Let's have a quick study.

Oh, it's for me.

Okay, huh?

Tell me I'm not lying.

I'm back ready this afternoon.

What about Juggen?

Juggen's can wait a few days.

I'm just trying to hang in there.

Tell Mr. and Hagen that I hate polyester, and

petrochemicals are not environmentally sound.

Oh, no.

Um, some of the time.

Tell her, okay, for the 25th.

Oh, Mr. Goodrich.

The bit 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. Hagen.

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 laying the foundation,

his construction company is finding the bit insufficient.

We have to face up to our own culpability here.

Those deadlines imposed at your wife's insistence are artificial to begin with.

Mr. Michelle's arms don't see her ambition that we're paying for now, not Mr.

Goodrich's value to deliver.

Good morning, everyone.

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

325 an hour and worth every penny.

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

Yes, White.

The point in question.

Number 97.c3.

Stimulate.

That each day, Goodrich's construction exceeds the agreed upon date of completion.

It will remit to the whole gas corporation and additional penalty 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 its Christmas profits.

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.

Here's your current, Mr. Goodrich.

Sorry, Inspector, not today.

Mr. Hogarth has had an exhausting morning, but tomorrow, perhaps, if you call it...

Yeah, I'll do that.

Hold there, I'll be there.

Thank you.

Well, too bad about ways.

Are you talking to me?

Oh, face down in a bowling league, wait here.

It's not a very pretty sight, right?

I know you from somewhere.

But there are those who might think he deserted.

Like your friend, Sal Duchy, for example.

Here's some kind of living he tunes, Baldur.

I don't know nobody named Sal Duchy.

Oh, hey.

What are you doing?

Is there over stuff in the end of all?

There's hands in your pockets, up to his arm bits.

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 a commendation from the mayor himself.

Well, look, I'm through for you.

Butter up to the warden.

And then let you hang it up in yourself.

Don't argue.

Just get the club.

Hey.

Okay, what a burden.

What's up?

It's a federal investigation code, Jack.

That's all you need to know.

Let's go.

Well, I'll be the judge of that.

Bam.

Now, 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 Vermont.

Yeah.

Or he checked with the telephone company.

She used the credit card.

Please officer, man.

Open up.

Let's see it.

Are you Angelina Friscotti?

No, I'm a 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?

You're up.

When?

This morning.

What airline?

Well, how should I know?

We're not joined at the hip.

She said she was going to Europe, and I didn't ask any questions.

She sends me a postcard.

Let you know.

All right.

All right.

She's not here.

But a roommate's auditioning for a nervous breakdown.

No, hang on.

Hang on.

Hang on.

Let's just wait here and see what happens.

It's so hard.

It's like a care package to me.

Okay, stay here.

Oh, I'm brother Raxley.

Man, help you, my son.

Just the moment of your time, brother.

Yeah, well look, this is the house you're at.

What do you want?

You 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.

Yeah.

Stay here.

Nice view.

I want to get away for a few days.

If I heard this all day, it was good for my complexion.

Are there any crime in that?

So why'd you run away from me?

I ran up a big bill of balmies.

I figured you were for the collection agency.

Now look, you don't deny that you had bombonties last night, do you?

What's to deny?

I was there I made a phone call.

I laughed.

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

I'm absent-minded.

I asked Lorraine.

I've got my name for what I counted on my family.

So you still insist that you saw nothing?

So a three-piece polyester stuff in a space.

You say you said?

I say, how could you tell?

No.

But if we can find you, so can they.

Did that have a crush, am I?

Who's that?

I think you know.

I think they already got to you.

And I think that's why you took off.

The phone was thinking it's the one you don't have a migraine.

You and Lorraine, you are my migraine.

Now you listen to me, OK?

We can protect you.

Yeah.

Or for how long?

You know my great grandmother lived to be 95.

You think the taxpayer's a call for that?

Well, I don't ask for 95, Inspector.

But I should be disappointed, but I'd love to see this weekend.

Yeah, maybe Leo Weiss felt the same way.

No.

All right.

You're excused.

I'm so scared.

That's one top piece of work.

Take so.

I was thinking just the opposite.

Put a balloon right out of the door.

Oh, boy.

What a beauty, huh?

Hey, you want to do something about that?

Yeah.

I'm hoping all the suggestions.

And after mine, you're not.

You want to talk about that CPA, right?

My sister called me.

This Inspector Kojak, she says.

She's got poor widow passing blood.

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

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

I wouldn't like that.

What makes you think you turn a blind eye to a take-down?

Oh, man.

Oh, man.

I really just moved the Trump Tower into a damn tissue, if you told them to.

You know what I mean?

Kojak.

You're like a singer or only knows one song. You know?

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

You know, a lot of time ago, I was living a

little cold water flat on Sullivan Street.

It was a kid across the hallway at a PM.

So all day long, every day.

Hard and so.

Hard and so.

And one day, the kid takes a break.

He wants for a pizza.

I know way back.

Somebody steps on his fingers.

Oh, these things happen.

Yeah.

It's a minute story, isn't it?

What you're saying?

There's an easier way to kind of go, huh?

Easier and more profitable.

You can't have stepped in 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, slime ball.

I'd be sitting up there and never dare waiting for the next invasion.

If the 17 year look is, you're going down, Tony.

You're going down for Jackson Smith.

You're going down for Tordi Colucci.

You're going down for that little knepish from Staten Island.

And you're going down for that rookie cop who walked

down and talked alley on that selfie 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 wallet, ma'am, for your arrest.

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

Don't be angry, Trish.

What should I be?

It's only this third time.

I'm sorry.

I was late.

Well, I guess that should be used to a binary.

Okay.

Let me ask you a question.

I thought this was a date.

This is a date.

Last year, you did a piece on a whole guard talk for the Sunday supples.

Right?

Yeah, so.

I want to know your impressions.

We'll go to the newspaper, ask for the more telemetry sentries.

They'll be happy to Xerox you a copy.

Look, Trish, do you know I don't want to talk.

He's just been picked over and sanitized.

What scene was my blue boy?

Is I want the inside story?

What's your interest, little divvy, run a traffic line?

Off the record.

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

This whole thing is nothing but...

Warts, ingrown hairs.

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

Okay, lunch tomorrow, one o'clock at a beach.

Sardini, zoopa depeche, zaboyoni.

And white truffle?

Not a social bastard.

Now, you're talking.

Okay.

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

Your CPA?

Yeah.

We're reasonably there somehow connected to the whole grounds.

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 at.

Whole hole.

They're a real fun, right?

Well, first, of course, there's Gideon Hogarth,

which you can legitimately call a self-made man.

Started out in Yonkers over half-century,

go behind the counter with five in diamonds.

Today, you can buy and sell general motors.

This costume, costume dearly.

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

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

What about her?

Then the wife.

Lots of people asking that question.

You've seen a picture.

She pops up in more places than Leona Helmsley.

Conventional wisdom has that 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 off the running of the business.

She rolls with an iron fist.

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

Oh, she's kind of hard on the employees.

What about the son, Paul?

How's he at me?

He's a gridded teeth.

He's like Prince Charles.

Mearing middle-aged, frustrated, waiting for his parent to die.

And just when it looks as though he's about to get his

wish, long comes to regulating elbows and matter of the way.

What about little Debbie?

Well, she got squeezed out, too.

Until we could stepmother turned up, Debbie made a career out of looking after 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?

Yeah, it breaks.

I'm the first to know that.

What a friend's for.

Oh, good.

You're here.

She wants to see you in space.

Oh, I swear.

A boss, boss.

In your office.

Wait a minute.

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

Hey, George.

Get it sterilized, we don't talk soon.

Tell me about it.

It's Gideon Hogarth, the other.

His wife called the mayor of the mayor, talked to the commissioner.

And while you know the drill is what was I doing?

In the bottom line, stay away from the Hogarth.

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 Mr. Ogato called him?

It's the first I've heard of it once they're handled.

And I don't know.

I know.

They scooped up this Lyle Goodrich, you know.

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

So I thought, geez, man.

This is one big tangled mess.

Right in the middle of the Hogarth.

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 Sega on the Houston office.

I'll deal with that tomorrow, thanks.

I'm very much in love with you.

Oh, there is no 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.

Gimbals gone, be opens, bond with tellers, bankrupt, marshal fields up for sale,

sore sacks and blooming dales.

Am I kidding myself?

They're the fat lady sing while I was in the lobby by Popcorn.

Fat lady hasn't even left him dressing them yet.

Well, I don't know about anything anymore, man.

Except you.

My thoughts wander.

Maybe it's the medications, my illness.

Nonsense.

You're still as sharp as a damn at you.

Boy, I was showing off that date full of myself.

So eager to please you.

Thomas, all you're doing handstands on Becky Thatcher's big offense.

Hey.

I fell in love with Tom Sawyer.

Any regrets?

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

You're my baby.

You're mine.

Michelle Hogarth?

I beg you.

Maybe it's Warburton and Nichols, ma'am.

U .S.

Department of Justice.

I've worn here for your arrest for income tax evasion

and conspiracy to defer to the federal government.

I'm going with you.

No.

You need it here.

Cold white head.

Time to meet you for Manhattan Federal Correctional Facility.

And tell the architects I can't make with them today.

I'll meet with them tomorrow.

Thanks.

What do you miss over, too?

I can't even stop that.

Michelle.

Deborah, go to your father.

You need to.

Now, please.

This is a comedy of errors.

No one's laughing.

Listen, day in call was coming in to discuss the Houston store renovations.

Do you think you can handle it?

Well, Golly, ma'am, I'll sure give it the old college try.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Be reasonable, Theo.

It's out of our hands.

Even you should be able to see that.

See?

All I see is a major case.

Going down a toilet.

Because of a couple of headline happy fits.

And they're going after the woman.

For what?

I mean, soliciting kickbacks.

Skimming a couple of million dollars off the top.

You want to talk about income tax.

You want to talk about major fraud.

This Tony clamps.

He's in our government for more than the countries.

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.

And I suppose I get interest you in the time crossword puzzle instead.

I won't sell duty, Georgey.

And I think I get them from the show.

I'll slap a gag or I'll run you.

I'll have you up for harassment, obstructing governmental

administration into fear and with official investigation.

Okay, so they've got to take me to court, right?

And this would be an America.

I'm entitled to build up with the fence, right?

If you're not doing anything that day, you come by the courthouse.

I'll happen to lay in any isles.

No, no, no.

Smith.

Why do I get a bottle?

Sean Moriarty is one of his.

All right, the, uh, enough already.

Dad, what am I going to do with you?

Well, Senator, get well cut.

Who'd be nice?

There she is.

This is all that is in trouble.

You've got some allegations.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

You're having a comment.

This is all that you've got.

This is all that you've got.

You've got a three person in the U.S.

attorney.

This is all that you've got.

You're a good idea to tip the IRS.

This is how God would like to make a brief statement, and no questions will be taken.

The charges brought against me are utterly without foundation.

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

contributed to the criminal actions of persons other than myself.

Most especially, not the actions of wild good rich.

Because perjured testimony has placed 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,

and respect, beyond the outermost limits of human expression.

If anyone believes that I would risk that position, that wealth, that must

especially my marriage for the sake of a few million

dollars, well, they don't know who they're dealing with.

Thank you.

Mr. Stoneard, I respect the co-jacket like V.D.

What's that to me?

What's that to me?

What's that to me?

I love a lot.

Would you put it that way, I suppose?

I need a couple of minutes to your time, though.

You know, you're gonna get scared.

You don't have to talk with us on our show.

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

Maybe before yesterday, by the elevators, what I understood

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

Well, things changed.

Yes, it's certainly due.

But mine's a federal case.

Well, my units investigated the murder of one Leo Weiss.

Well, Weiss, that accountant that was murdered in the village the other night.

What's that going to be?

Yeah, well, the account was also assigned to order the books of one Lyle Goodrich.

Can I drop you someplace inspector?

Really, Michelle, I don't think you should talk to us.

Jason, take a cab.

Need to be good for your character.

Shall we?

Well, you must admit, no one had a better motive

for killing Weiss and destroying his records.

Of course, I agree.

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

But you see inspector, I didn't even know there was no order in progress.

There was no other rise than paid for by the whole God's corporation.

And you didn't know by them.

What if Weiss and you, then who?

Maybe her husband?

No.

I'll get to the bottom of it.

And when I do, I'll let you know.

Did you know that Rachel was in bed with Tony herself, Lucy?

No.

I'm not surprised.

My husband doesn't find out about it.

He spent his life closing doors on men like so, did she?

He's paid a price.

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

That can come out of the trial.

Only if it helps the fed's gaze.

Well, what's your verdict inspector?

Do you think I'm guilty?

Oh, yeah.

So, I just haven't figured out of what yet.

That was so crazy.

Great.

I

already thought that when I was so nervous,

I thought, I mean, you don't want that more.

Uh-huh.

Would you hear anything on you?

Remember that rain?

But then we thought on a Saturday, like she said, you can put it in.

What time did Tris leave?

Not early?

You sure?

Okay.

Take a message.

Word for word.

Tell her the white truffles died.

Yeah, that's the message.

Thank you.

Bye.

Excuse me, Mr. L.

There's someone else to see.

What is it, Mercer?

It's an inspector co-jax.

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 want to keep your distance inspector.

Now, whatever trouble we're having with the law, that's none of you are concerned.

So it does, honey.

I mean, you're a daddy's invitation.

That's impossible.

I let you ask him.

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

It is age in his condition.

He's not always responsible for his actions.

He had his way.

He didn't invite one of our department store clerks over for Sunday brunch.

You could do worse.

And so we have, but not today, inspector.

His personal invitation not was standing.

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 solarium?

Well, they're talking to you, Sonny.

Let's do it again sometime.

I forget, Mercer.

How long has it been with the family?

It'll be 27 years next October, son.

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

Well, I don't believe you lose your top coat Inspector.

You'll find it rather warm, Mr. Mary.

Thank you, sir.

Michelle's lying down at present.

As you can imagine, she slept bad 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 PJ Clark's for Chile and Baltimore.

Well, the boy from Vegas was for her.

I was still on duty.

Are you on duty now?

I haven't decided yet.

Let's fair now.

You had questions.

You ordered the audit?

No, I saw no reason to.

I didn't blow in good reach before, so I'd met in my friends.

Well, suppose you found out that waste had uncovered

information, which incriminate Mrs. O'Gath.

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

Well, speculation.

I wouldn't leave that up now.

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 our accounting department.

But considering the consequences of his action,

I doubt he stepped forward for any credit.

Is it important?

Sarah, a man was killed.

That's always important.

Of course it is.

That was insensitivity.

You're sitting there wondering whether my wife is involved.

I'm sitting here wondering how to convince you that she isn't that she couldn't be.

Let me tell you about this woman in the spectrum.

Not one person said, go ahead and marry her.

Not one.

That's my heart.

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

What other reason could it be?

An office.

It's impossible.

Michelle could be genuine.

We love with you.

You're so much older.

Your cheese.

Yes, he is.

You know how I know?

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

Expensive gifts.

Tiffany's heritage is London.

You know what Michelle gave me?

A faded photograph of a five intensive story

in Yonkers where a first started business.

That building doesn't exist.

It's a problem.

For years, I've searched for some evidence of this humble beginning.

Yet it took Michelle to find it.

It took time and effort.

More than that, it had taken love.

Now, that... Your story, we're building...

Oh, God's folly, my son calls it a billion-dollar monument to Michelle's vanity.

I tell you the truth, why she's so obsessively driven to see it through when

she's bulldozing everyone and everything under just...

Well, I tell you.

It's a monument, all right?

It's tombstone.

Mine.

She's brushing 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 left that dream now.

Under your girlfriends by a line, and you don't know a thing about it,

not that she published this story.

Oh!

You think she'd write it in her diary?

And scored her 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, walk in a beaten bedside.

And the next time you talk to the fourth

estate, make sure you're in a vertical position.

Now, where the hell is datum?

Where you findin' it?

See, with lemon?

Are you sitting on so duchy?

Oh, yeah, for good.

Ah, take a look at this beauty.

My people tell me that Cojax got some troops staked out in a little rat trap at 2.97.

West make peace.

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

You'll do it?

It's done.

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

Pretty sure my phones are tapped.

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

I need to get in touch with you to be assigned on the showroom window.

Special today, 86 Cadillac Coupe de Ville will meet in the usual place, huh?

Well, listen, shop around, but I'm sure you won't find

a deal any better than there's 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.

Does it know if she can come in Tuesday afternoon?

Sure, but she won't have done.

Yeah.

Yeah, all right.

Well, you read this morning's paper?

Yeah, the Calvin and Hobbes is really a hoot.

Nothing bothers you, right?

You know, a bar that's me is Cobb's dream working hours.

That bothers me almost as much as Cobb's after working hours.

You had risked before.

That story cleansed him.

Seems to me if anybody's at risk is this Hobbes.

Well, maybe you'll test more to get clearer.

Your first is why smell the dragon lady?

Next, you'll be asking me to do it for you and yourself.

No, for you to clear your conscience.

Oh, my conscience is fine, thank you.

Come here!

You listen to me, Sherlock.

My mother had nine kids plus two of us don't want.

I was a young sister.

That means that for the first fourteen years

of my life, I had to fight for breathing space.

Then one day my drunken step by the surprise me in the bathtub and taught me

everything that 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 co-jack.

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

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

So I think my conscience could live with this.

Sweetheart, do you mind taking Mr. Schneider?

I'm just not up to it.

No, I'm... Unless you're waiting for a current co-jack.

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.

Hope I've come and was down nine points.

I'm not going to open this morning.

Well, why all it means, why?

Don't get fannicky, 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 all Garth Inc.

As long as I do, your stepmother will remain 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, Deborah?

If it's for the good of the company.

No.

I can't ask out of her.

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

responsible for the leadership position we now command.

With all due respect, sir.

But you're gambling with our inheritance.

The maternity water said, looks assured me that

you too are indeed the fruit of my loyance.

If it were not for that, that have serious doubts.

Cross the line, Trish.

What line?

Do you know what I mean?

Our conversation was off record.

I'm a reporter, remember?

All right, a reporter with a page one by line.

And a fat phone is sitting in a checking account.

You kept me waiting for over an hour.

I'm a little sorry.

I'll show you a YouTube busy playing Brenda Starr.

We had a deal, Trish, if and when the story broke, it was yours.

But you had to go behind my back.

You talked to my witnesses.

You compromised the ongoing police investigation and not that it matters,

but you make me look like a damn food in front of my commander.

Like I said, 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.

Why it's hard, you can't get it in here.

You can't get it in here.

I'm glad I didn't know.

You've been missed.

You know, Jackions, I'll see you saved you, don't.

You ready to decline, Robin?

You've been doing best in elevators.

It was better, actually, for instance.

Good night, Miss.

It's wonderful.

Thanks.

They're not... Brexit monotonics.

Please, don't get that girl!

It's my fault.

I should've been there when a bastard... Oh,

come on, where'd he slept out for yourself?

He can't be everywhere.

Now, what would you know?

He came over the roof, did he?

No, no, she's dead... I'm dead.

I'm hot.

I'm gone.

Well, you're dead.

I'm out.

I'm hot.

You're dead?

You're dead.

It's okay.

It's okay.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Quite his bread in here a shawper.

Yep.

And his eyes are dark little before.

So I've asked Bushah.

That's the best.

You sure?

Yeah.

I'm sure.

Okay, Dennis.

Okay, that's a perfect Picasso.

Thanks.

Look, uh, we've reserved a sweet for you at the war-bick.

Although, uh, I don't want to be alone tonight.

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

Who stands there here?

She's volunteered to stay with you, okay?

Come on.

Thanks, Kojak.

Okay, Kojak.

Don't you worry about Demina.

Hey, folks.

Touch you over there.

Yeah, maybe it's not a cold.

Maybe I have a logic to one of my detectives.

Oh, yeah.

But I've got it.

Yeah, take this down as a photo.

You're never blown up and put on the streets.

And take this artwork with you.

My bother.

This, with Angelina's testimony, gives us probable cause.

Why don't we just bring South Du Chien and sweat?

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

Sweat, Tony, clamps.

Are you getting crocodiles?

They don't have poise.

And if I'm going to throw it out of there, him, let me tell you something.

It's going to be forever.

Okay.

Oh, uh, wait.

Uh... Oh, Winston.

You and Trisha, are you still on the outs?

Yeah, well, after what she did to me.

Come on, you know, no reason to send a Du Chien.

For room, she's a reporter, you know, initiative, enterprise, et cetera.

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

Maybe you just maybe that girl can help us.

More odd.

She got a front page story.

Perfect.

Well, you know, it wasn't so easy.

That's been the night.

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

You know, no matter what the sacrifice, you remain on door 10.

And now, assuming that you're up to a plate,

I got another challenging assignment.

Yes.

Thanks.

That's not what you said.

You said that it could be contained.

No, see, I would never have agreed.

If I had thought that it might cause financial aid to the company.

Or scandal.

No, no, I won't wait.

We have to do something before it gets too late.

The situation is out of hand.

Please.

And what may we show you today, sir?

You have anything in cotton.

Cotton.

Cotton.

Cotton.

Gratty, Angelo.

University of the Bello.

You see the paper?

Yeah.

Once you've drowned the goldfish while you were at it.

It was a natural mistake.

Another mistake like that.

We could be stamping out license plates in Danamora.

The paper says she moved to Coney Island.

It even gives the address.

I think you can find a 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.

Capiche?

Yes, it's amazing.

I would like the full number for the major crime

division of the New York City Police Department.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, the inspectors out of the office just now.

Can I take a message?

Yes, I've got that.

Time to.

I was getting a haircut.

Can't you tell?

A Phyllis Sandler phone.

Are your earliest convenience you'd like to see you in 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?

Come on, Slater.

What do you got?

Thanks.

Well, that didn't hurt, did it.

My mom and her own specter.

Mrs. Sandler?

Mrs. Sandler?

Freeze!

Police!

Come on, drop it!

She couldn't be dead more than five minutes when I got here.

The body was still warm.

Five minutes too late.

It was about a fender on 49 feet.

Look, for the whole apartment.

We already know from Angelina in the park work.

No, no, this is not our boy.

It's not his style.

The victim was bludged into death.

She traveled, he was killed with one blow.

The killer, he gives her a dozen more.

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

A blind anger, frustration.

Besides all that, there's no sign of any force entering the apartment.

Three locks and a last chain on the door.

There's no way she let her toe in the stage right here.

She knew him whoever it was, and she trusted him.

Love to the right side.

Okay.

But forensic is finished.

You can file a complete list of the victim's personal effects.

Well, where are we supposed to be looking for?

You don't know where you're finding just to 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 didn't look 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.

Father.

Deborah.

Please, you've hardly touched her plate trying for herself to eat something.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Inspector Cojax, on the line he asked to speak with you.

I'm sure it's nothing, darling.

I mean, what have come in person?

Excuse me, baby.

Inspector calls.

Seems to me there was a play by that title.

It was an English play.

Inspector visits the country home of a wealthy family.

The determine who's responsible for a young girl's death.

Turns out they all were.

It seems the police have apprehended that man.

Why is this killer?

What is it, Michelle?

Go on.

Phyllis.

Sadler.

It's been murdered.

His name's Wolfgang Reager.

He lives, uh, 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 wound up pretty bad.

He seems to be in a great deal of pain.

Seems to be in your bother to find out.

Go on, let's go and minister his grief.

At least you could do his get-me-a chair.

My leg is killing me.

Don't want a night tell you.

I mean, that's bureaucracy.

We ordered a chair.

They said, not one.

Coffee and sandwiches.

Look, I know my constitutional rights.

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 don't need to think about yourself.

You've got no consideration.

Come on, we didn't.

It seems to ten o'clock.

It's close to freezing out there.

I wouldn't send a lawyer out on a night like this.

It's nice.

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 puts you in this position.

Nobody hired me.

Oh, so you just went to Coney Island on the off

chance that the amusement park would be open.

You could ride the merry-go-round.

This guy will gang.

Tony clamps.

He tried to sell me a car.

That's a criminal offense.

Uh-huh.

He does it.

It is.

But so what's that supposed to be?

Consortium?

Look, I got no convictions.

You try to put me away with that.

They'll laugh you out of court.

Tony's consorting.

We got a kill gun with your prince on it.

We got an eyewitness that saw you blow away the CPA.

We got two cops willing to testify to attempted murder.

Not to mention the matching slobs the Emmy dug out of Jackson Smith last July.

Now, look.

If the man says she'll do it, he was not involved.

Hey, let it go.

How many of you want us to take the fall?

All alone.

That's it.

Let's not dissuade him.

Besides, if we arrive, we can catch the last quarter of the next game.

That's what you write.

Good lord knows it's easier this way.

Easier.

What's easier?

Look, we've got a face for reality, right?

How many times have we tried to riddle South Gucci in?

Let me get you out of the hook.

Leaving some poor, dumb, on the paid field and to do the time for him.

That's how it is with guys like Tony.

They get these heavyweight lawyers.

They got political Jews.

They got a rabbi and every precinct and any end.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, the confidence of... Oh, the confidence of... Oh.

Can you have for anything inspector?

A little coffee or something?

What's that, Janice?

Oh, French toast.

That's my favorite.

Oh, the best.

I'm in Jews' fiscuits.

Yeah, absolutely.

And the end?

Not 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?

Oh, the Dutchman.

He talked.

I mean, he talked so much.

We had to go and get fresh tapes.

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

Blake.

Read the cockroaches Miranda.

Must be a load off your shoulders.

No one did us all finally wrapped up.

Yeah.

Who says it's wrapped up?

Well, I'm afraid you're a trifle early inspector.

It's Saturday.

You see, every Saturday morning, Mrs. Hogarth, accompanied

the master of the Mount Sinai for his chemotherapy.

If you could call back in an hour perhaps.

Well, that's all at most.

I'm here to see Deborah.

That's out of the question.

My sister has taken Phyllis Sandler'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.

Shall the body inspector?

Well, for me, it's compulsory.

For you, it's an available option.

14 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 has not even in the room.

It's no use, Mrs. Hogarth.

I mean, you can't hide from it.

Now, among the victim's personal effects,

we found a receipt for Madison Avenue store.

The purchase of a man's silk dressing gown.

It was left there to be monogrammed.

I talked to the sales girl.

Yeah, she remembers Phyllis Sandler.

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

Ph.

Paul Hogarth.

And you know all the time, did you?

Not everything.

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

Now, you were Phyllis's closest friend.

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

After all, how could Phyllis spy on wicked step by the Michelle?

If Michelle thought that Phyllis was swapping to the talk with Brother Paul?

No, no.

They could spy to frame her.

So what they do?

They set up a frame, tip the feds, and you didn't say a word.

Why should I?

What's Michelle to me?

Well, that's our own questions, 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 loss of Michelle would have killed him.

But I do love him.

I do.

Are you insane?

How dare you hold me hostage in my own home?

I'm one of the de-office.

And this, uh, this Tony of yours says he's an artist who came to 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 for what.

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 a silencer.

You've lost me, Inspector.

I'm afraid I don't have the biggest notion what you're talking about.

So, 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 too conspired to destroy Michelle, your stepmother.

Just so you can take over the family business.

You might understand that you're charging me.

You got it.

I demand to call a lawyer.

Yeah, and do of course.

You'll never make it sticky now.

You keep forgetting who I am.

Don't ever even go to trial.

Well, I'll give it a shot.

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

Look, it was cold.

Look, those people were cold.

How's your hand again?

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

You'll see you now.

Several days ago, I asked you who ordered the good-rich audit.

You said you didn't know, but you'd make an appointment out.

Later, your husband told me you discovered it was

somebody from the accounting 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 scourment for the justice department.

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

I couldn't do that to him.

If you had, chances are that Phil has said no, he'll still be alive.

Oh, God.

Yes.

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

You're un-sparing, Kojak.

I admire that.

Please, he's exhausted.

Oh, it's back, sir.

Could 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, and I wonder if I have you.

Look, I've been around long enough to know that there

are more questions in this world 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 voices killer.

He and this sell-doochie behind bars.

There are a few loose ends.

Such as.

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

What tip sell-doochie?

Why was wise killed?

Not tall.

Not full of sand there.

They wondered that report came out.

Michelle?

She had a motive.

For finding she was guilty.

But she was innocent.

So that leaves you.

Despite your protest stations to the contrary, you weren't sure of a warrior.

See, why he's called me?

He told me what he found.

It's obvious shake-down.

So you caused ill-doochie?

It wasn't the money.

I could afford that.

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

So I said, don't kill him.

Just put the fear of God into him.

What are you going to do?

What's necessary?

Nothing they could do to me would be harsher than the judgment I imposed 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.

And after a while, even though I knew they were wrong, I...

I was afraid to put her to the test.

You weren't worried.

I'd like you.

My heart wasn't involved.

They had a moment alone with my wife.

Of course.

I mean, I'm hurt.

Thank you.

What will they do to him, Inspector?

To him.

Don't worry about him, Mercer.

It's what you do to them.

Are you kidding?

He lives off 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...

I don't know.

In fact, where's Iyamaka?

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

You worry about your premature ballers.

It's a little base for that, sir.

Oh, no cruise talker.

That breath.

You can have to be strong.

Very strong.

You're just that brother that needs you now.

Inspector.