All language subtitles for Kojak - S01E08 (Dark Sunday)

Park over there.
Leave the keys.
That'll be a dollar deposit.

[Coin Clatters]

That model you told me to spot?
Nesting here now.

Double bill,
runs four hours.

[Hangs Up]

[Exhales]

[Engine Starts, Revs]

[Engine Off]

[Laughs]
Hey, it's a real cream puff.

Hey, Ray, you could give
a guy a heart attack.

You know you give us
extra work, Artie.
We didn't order no vinyl top.

You know, I almost
burned my pants.

Oh, my.
Well, I mean, it figures.

It's a hot car. Huh?
[Laughs]

Push over.

- Ray!
- [Gunshot]

[Engine Starts]

[Male Dispatcher]
Central to Car 723K.
Car 723, proceed to Wingate Park.

10-88.
Victim with gunshot wound.
Detectives on scene.

[Siren Wailing]

- Who found him?
- Some kids phoned in.

Artie Fowler.

He used to love
to play with cars, you know.

Strip 'em, drive 'em, steal 'em.
Oh, well, what else?

Took one right through the heart.
Never knew what hit him.

- Must have been pretty close.
- Yeah, but not around here.
There's no blood on the ground.

Lay out a small-time wheelman,
and then go to all the trouble
of dumping him someplace else.

Not for money.
Whoever hit him, had time enough
to pick him clean.

Must have wanted his body.

Must have been somebody
he knew, huh?

Now, look, when Forensic
gets finished with him,
you go check his flat.

Pull out his yellow sheet,
and then check with
the motor vehicle bureau.

See if there's a car
registered in his name, huh?

And keep this under wraps.
I don't even want it
to appear in the obituaries.

All right.

[Buzzes]

3:00,just like you said.

Artie deliver?
Yep. Came through fine,
just like you said.

Car's in the Bronx,
all stashed.

How'd you handle
our other problem?

That took care of itself.

Artie's got this cousin
up in Vermont,

and, uh, he's on his way
up there now.

- Vermont, Ray?
- Yeah.

He said he'd... he'd call you
in a day or two.

Who'd you give this to?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You fired that gun.

Didn't you?

You killed Artie.

You answer me, Ray.
Okay. All right.

Now, wait, you said yourself...
I never said anything
about killing.

Look, you said that
he was shooting off his mouth.
He was gonna blow the whole thing.

Right, Steve? We don't wanna
go back to the slammer.

That's sweat on you.
That's fear and weakness.

You could drown
in that stuff, Ray.

Oh, you're in lousy shape
for this job.

Until this is over,
you lay off the booze,

sleep right, eat good...
tell the others.

Now get outta here.
Take your gun, loser.

[Door Opens, Closes]

[Whirring]

dd[Soft Instrumental]

Yeah, Lieutenant,
I go way back with Artie.

Almost to his hubcap days.

Sweetest little crook
you ever wanna know.

I'd trust him
with my mother, my sister,

but not with anything
in my garage.

How much did Artie owe ya?

Did I say he owed me?
Angie,

every stiff that comes
into your joint owes ya.

[Snickers]
Two hundred.

Five bucks to eat on,
the balance for the ponies.

He was in that heavy, huh?
Educated guess?

Over eight grand.
In fact, I don't know.

Nice water.
Is this the local juice?

Hey, it's imported.
It's from the Bronx.

[Snaps Fingers]
Hey, I just remembered
about that 200.

He said he'd have it
back to me by Monday sure.

[Snaps Fingers]
That's right.
And this girl,

the one he's so high on,
Maria, a model.

She says to him,
"What's happening by Monday?"

And he said back to her,
he says,

"By Monday,
the sun explodes."

"The sun explodes."
Uh-huh.

[Chattering]

[Man]
All right, kids.
Everyone on stage for rehearsal.

[Chattering Continues]

[Man]
Places, please.

We'll take it from the top.

dd[Piano]
Mr. Jellicoe?

You alone, Macy?
[Man]
Come on, pick it up.

Come on up.
That's better.
Come on!

dd[Piano Continues]

[Man]
Hold it.

[Man]
Take it from the top, please.
[Clattering]

Is it legal to smoke up here?

[Clattering]
Up here it's okay.

[Man]
Together, girls. Come on!

[Chattering Continues]

[Man]
Let's try it again.

- Got your message.
- We in business?

Nobody, I mean nobody,
ever pulled the kind of job
you're figuring.

- That's why it'll work, Mr. Jellicoe.
- I dig your cover.

Very original.
Show business.
It's to laugh.

I run a spotlight.
I'm good at it.
[Man] Take it from the top.

But right here is as far
as I'll ever get.

[Man]
Places, please.
Married?

I was.
The alimony hurts.

So, you figure
a cockamamy heist...

- To you, it's cockamamy.
- I say it's too far out.

Watch your tempo.
A cop's gonna stand there
and watch me...

and they still won't believe
it's happening.
Pick it up.

You're green, raw,
working with a scratch team.

Now, what do you got going for you
nobody else has?

- Everything I need to make it work.
- Like what?

I got a first-class wheelman.
I got the truck and both sedans
off the streets already.

I got two guys
working on the transmitter.

And I got, uh,
someone inside.
[Man] Relax!

- Inside?
- That's the key.

You know, the price you want
for the merchandise,
we're talking big money.

Three, four.
It's firm, Mr. Jellicoe.

Macy, there's a lot involved here.
Don't let anything go wrong.

The organization I'm dealing with
doesn't tolerate mistakes.
That's it. You're doing fine.

Just right.

[Typewriter Keys Clacking]

Excuse me.

I'm Maria Cranston.
I'm supposed to see
a Lieutenant Kojak.

Yeah, right through that door.

[Knocking]
[Kojak]
Come in.

Outrageous.

- Is that legal?
- I'll vote for it.

Thank you for coming,
Miss Cranston.

Maria.

Please.

Sit down.

I hope you don't mind.
L-I left this location
with my answering service.

No sweat.

[Chuckles]
Sure rotten timing.

I get the feeling
my wholesome smile
is a little out of whack today.

You know, Maria, we've put the lid
on Artie being murdered.

Yeah, you mentioned that
on the phone.
It's important.

- Sure. Anything.
- Are you, uh, new in town?

[Sighs]
Only where work is concerned.

I'm this close
to getting my second job.

But it took me three years
to land it.

Hmm.
[Chuckles]

You know something, Maria?

You and Artie, that's, uh,
well, that's one knot
I find hard to tie.

Yeah, well,

what do you do with a guy
who says he loves you?

Doesn't make one single demand.

Sends you valentines in July.

Hmm.
Did he owe you money?

No.

He was always asking
if I had enough to meet my bills.

As a matter of fact,
the past few weeks,
he's been promising me the moon.

- A windfall?
- No.

I figured he was just bragging,
trying to impress me.

Hmm.
You know, Maria,

we have reason to believe
that Artie was involved in something
that cost him his life.

You mean,
it wasn't just bragging?

Did he ever nail down a time
when this windfall
was supposed to happen?

No, no, he... J-Just soon.

- He, uh...
- Maria?

He said that this thing
was gonna push the police
right into the comic section,

that, uh, the whole town
would be laughing at you.

Hmm.
[Phone Rings]

Yeah. Yeah.

Huh, it's for you.

Oh.

Hello?

Oh.

Yeah, yeah, sure.
I know where it is.

Okay, yeah. Sure thing.

Oh.

Oh... I didn't even
say thank you.

Hello?
[Chuckles]
Did you get the job?

Crazy day.
Crazy day.

[Hissing]

[Hissing]

Gerry figured wrong on the paint.
We need another 50 beans.

- Gerry?
- Yeah, well, it's gonna be
a bit more like 60 bucks, Steve.

- You couldn't spring for it?
- No way, old buddy.

I bought 38 seats
for Hal Prince's new show.

You know, l-I'm tapped out
until I can unload them.
Really. Really.

Hey, Ray, Artie give you
the keys for this? He said he was
gonna get an extra set made.

No. No, we'll hot-wire them.
That's okay.

All right.
I got a paycheck waiting
for me at the theater.

I'll go cash it.
Gerry, you stop by around intermission.
I'll give you the bread.

All right.

Gerry, this job feel good to you?

Are you kidding?
It's gonna be great.

You got choice merchandise, in demand,
and an anxious buyer waiting in the wings.

Thank you.

I'm not the only one
that gets paid on Monday.

Artie's bookie was here,
and he gets paid on Monday too.

- 8,200 bucks.
- 8,200? From where?

His grandmother died or something.
Left him a fortune.

Excuse me a minute.

When I was in school,
my grandmother died six times,
always during the World Series.

Oh, yeah.
We all had the same grandmother.

Ooh, something died
in this water.

Yeah, candlelight
and I wind up with you.

[Cash Register Bell Dings]

What do you think, Frank?
Huh? Weekend job?

It comes Monday,
they all split it up?
Spread the cheer?

A punk like Artie
is on the block for maybe...
five percent of a whole.

If he was counting on 10 grand...

Somebody figures to net
a quarter of a million,
maybe more.

Uh, "the day the sun explodes,"
that's Angie quoting Artie.

Sounds like he was expecting a lot more
than just enough to pay off his debts.

New York's finest?
They're gonna wind up...

making the Keystone Cops
seem like grave diggers.

That's what Artie told the model.
We're gonna be good
for lots of laughs.

Half million maybe.
Sweet.

Without Artie biting into it,
it's even sweeter.

Ah, come on, will ya, Frank?

I mean, they knock him off
for five percent of the take?

Just a thought.

Top of the head, Theo.
Go with anything.

I come up empty too.

But two things I do know.
Number one: I don't think
we got much time.

And number two:
I think I know
why Artie was killed.

- Why?
- He talked too much.

Anyone see you
go into Artie's place?

No, not even the landlady.
I used his key.

I see.

Oh, look at this.

Bonwit Tellers, perfume.

Saks Fifth Avenue,
costume jewelry.

Leather purse,
Bloomingdale's.
What about them?

Well, he had a girlfriend,
a Miss Cranston.

A model. Nice girl.
Oh, sure. Right.

- No, nice girl.
- I'm running all the numbers
in his phone book.

These pictures, they looked old.
Could be the family, I think.

- You know that girl you mentioned?
- Maria.

- Yeah, he's got her pictures
all over the place.
- Yellow sheet?

No bulletin there.
What about the known associates?
Want me to run them down?

No, not yet.
No surprises then, huh?

No surprises,
but something a little kinky.

The motor vehicle bureau
has a '58 Mercedes
registered to Artie,

but I found car keys
for two other vehicles.

And the code numbers tag them
as fitting a '72 Plymouth...

and a two-a-half-ton
Dodge truck.

Which are not parked
in the neighborhood.
Right.

And Detroit provided
the information first...

for the serial numbers
and the engine numbers.

D.M. V.'s playing computer bingo
and should have the license plate soon.

Right. And then you'll check
the hot sheet and see if
the vehicles were stolen, right?

I'm a firm believer
in the work ethic.

Take a look at this?
No, I just glanced at it.

- Is this just a street map, or what?
- Look at this.

Squiggly marks
along the New England Thruway.

These X's.
And in the margin here: 1:00.

This is all written
in the same type of felt pen
used in the book here.

Oh, which might make them
the newest entries.
All right, let's check these out.

- All right.
- And these X's, two of them.

Check 'em out too.
Visit the locations, nose around,
see what we can dig up.

Take Stavros and Valano.
Arrange a stakeout at Artie's place.

Okay.

[Sighs]

I just don't see you enough.

You know all that's
gonna change, Liz.

Everything work?
You got any problems?

No, no.
Uh, it's all right here.

Nobody suspects anything?
Oh, stop worrying.

This is your requisition.

All you have to do is remember
to let them open the logs
before you make your move.

You drilled Carl
on the frequency codes?

[Chuckles]
He can recite them in his sleep.

[Chuckles]
Darling,

it's a piece of cake.
You're a piece of cake.

I love you, Liz.
You know that.

I guess I really won't be sure
until we're in Hawaii.

Well, I got a handball game at the club,
and then I gotta check my calls.

Listen.

Lots of guys get cold feet
the second time around.

Forget about the ex-Mrs. Macy.

Have you?

Hey, honey,
you're crushing my requisitions.

Oh. Well, we certainly
can't have that, can we?

What's the matter?
I had the map in here.

It's gone.

The map is gone.
Are you sure?
Don't you keep that thing locked?

Course I keep it locked.
It hasn't even been out of the apartment.

Artie.

It had to be.
All the others got copies
of the map.

He must have waltzed off with it
after the last briefing.

I'll get it back.

I'll talk to Gerry.

[Man] Well, that's right, Detective Carter.
We have five Morgans here.
Don't you have a first name?

No, and the Knickerbocker Athletic Club
is the only number I have on him.

Well, we have
a Lewellyn Morgan.

He's a news writer
for a local radio station,
about 55 years.

Do you have anyone
is his late 20s, early 30s?

Well, that'd be Stacy Morgan.

Do you have
an address on him?

That's very nice, sonny.
All right, what do you got?

Artie's phone book,
those numbers in red?
I've been calling them.

One was to a candy store,
probably his bookie.

Then another was to Maria.
Then there was one from Morgan.

And the Knickerbocker
Athletic Club answered.

Came up with a Stacy Morgan.
No yellow sheet.

Could be a phony.
And it could be legitimate.

For your information, sonny boy,
most Americans don't have
a yellow sheet.

Thank you.
Would you keep reminding me, Lieutenant.

It's my only hook
into reality.

All right, what about the maps?
Any information on the X's?

Yeah, uh, one was on Tremont.

The other was near
the Throgs Neck Bridge.

We covered both locations.
If there's something shaking,
it's invisible to the naked eye.

D.M.V. Called on Artie's cars.

Both the Dodge van
and the four-door Plymouth
were stolen three days ago.

Get Saperstein.
Have him get a court order.

I want a tap put on
this Stacy Morgan's, uh, calls
at the Knickerbocker Club.

Hey, what's with the lollipops?

I'm looking to close
the generation gap.
Get outta here.

dd[Carousel]

dd[Ends]
[Applause]

[Man]
That was marvelous. Good.

All right, kids.
Make your wardrobe changes.

Be back on stage for curtain
in 10 minutes.

Let's move it.
Come on!

[Chattering]

Hey, you know how many tickets
I moved on this show?

Huh?
180.

I told you.
Listen, a few more hits like this, man,
I could become a legitimate scalper.

I mean, like a sideline
after we score.

Eighty for the paint, right?
Yeah.

Is that the late edition?

Yeah. Listen,
nothing about Artie.
Not even the obituaries.

That's a break,
'cause I gotta tell you,
we got a little problem.

Hmm?
Uh...

I think Artie lifted
my copy of the map.

Oh, man.
And when the cops
find his body,

they're gonna comb
that dump he rented.
[Man Chattering]

And, Gerry, sooner or later,
they are gonna find him.

[Sighs]

Hey, wait, wait.
You're not gonna lay
that one off on me, man.

I'm not going anywhere
near Artie's pad.

Gerry, if they find that map,

they might just put it all together,
just when we're ready to move.

Right, and if they find Artie...
But they haven't.

Saperstein called in
from the Knickerbocker.

Checked on Morgan's address,
no one home.
Phone tap?

One call... Gerry Erskine.

The conversation
went something like this.

Erskine said he needed 10 more.

Morgan got teed off and said,
"You trying to milk me, Erskine?"

Quote, unquote.
And what do you got?

Well, there was nothing
local on Erskine,
so I checked Washington.

Naturally.
Naturally.

Erskine, Gerald...
a.k.a. Gerry Eastman.

Two years armed robbery in Michigan.
Released last November.

Lives here now.
He's a ticket scalper...
sporting events, Broadway shows.

He had a cell mate
named Steven Macy,

up on a manslaughter charge,
a car accident.

He's a member of IATSE,
the theater technicians...

Yeah, theaters, movies, projectionists,
stagehands, et cetera.
Yeah.

His union job description
is front lighting man.

Currently at the 48th Street Theater
with Happy February.

Steven Macy, Stacy Morgan.
That's a crummy alias.

All right, I want a tail on him...
around the clock.

What about Erskine?
You got an address on him?

No, not yet.
All right.

I want you to keep trying.
It wouldn't hurt to have a man
on him too, you know.

[Foil Crinkling]
[Traffic Noises]

I got a cousin
on the force in Denver.

He says stakeout's
his favorite duty.

I think retirement's mine.

[Valano]
Hold it. Look.

Somebody's up there.
You go call the lieutenant.

I'm going on up.
You cover the back.

Okay.

All right, I'm on my way.
If he comes out, you tail him.
I'll catch you on the radio.

[Male Dispatcher]
6897.

[Tires Skid]

He hasn't come down yet.
Uh-huh.

Stavros?
He's covering the back.

I'm gonna get a heart attack.
Come on.

[Door Opens]

How's it feel to be a hero?

Oh, tell Stavros to relax.

Maria.

Is that yours?
Uh, yeah,
all my pictures.

May I?

Artie had a friend
who used to get me cheap copies.

Yes, Artie did give me
the key to his place.

Hmm.
You were in there a long time.

Artie's got a brother
in Oregon. L...

I thought I'd write him a letter.

I couldn't find
his address book.

Mm-hmm.

Oh. You gotta let me
see that sometime.

What?

Uh, the wholesome smile.

Okay, you gave me that.
I'll give you this.

Also get you a cab.
Gimme that.

[On Radio]
This is Stavros. Somebody
just went in the back door.

Hold it.

In here.

[Keys Jingling]

You know him?
Mm-mmm.

Oh, better let me
have the key.

You'd better go now.

I promised you a cab ride.
Take a rain check on it.

Go ahead.

Here we go.

He's got it bolted.

[Yells]

- [Stavros Groaning]
- [Pounding On Door]

Stop or I'll shoot!

[Grunts]
Are you okay?
Yeah. Go. Go!

[Horn Honks]

Somebody built a jungle.
Uh-huh.
Or camouflaged the tenants.

I lost him
after he dodged the bus.

- Did you look at the bed?
- The map wasn't there.

What map?
Well, the map
you gave me.

I had it xeroxed
and gave the original to Valano
to put into Artie's room.

I wanted to make sure
it was important.

That's all he was looking for,
the map.

You know those X's...
Tremont Place
and Throgs Neck Bridge?

You said if it signified anything,
it was invisible to the naked eye.

Right.
Not visible to us maybe,
but certainly visible to Artie's killers.

I wonder what the hell they want.

[Kojak]
All right, I give you
this week's mystery map.

You solve the riddle,
win a two-week trip to, uh...

Well, where do you
wanna go?
Home.

Ha ha. Why do I always
yawn on Saturdays?
Well, let's see.

A line's drawn
on the New England Thruway
beginning around Pelham Bay Park.

Now, I figure the thruway
is an escape route.

The time on the side... 1:00?
What's that, a.m., p. M?
I don't know.

Well, that "X" is on Tremont.
The other's near
Throgs Neck Bridge.

You sell bridges, you don't steal 'em.
Now, there's nothing else there.

- It's a.m.
- What?

The Broadway theaters
are closed on Sundays, right?
Macy's got tomorrow off.

Oh, so he makes the hit
after tonight's show, and then
spends his day off celebrating.

All right.
You can figure it that way.

You're that sure
it's Macy we're after?

No, I'm not sure.
I'm not sure of anything,
but that's all we've got.

Him and that Gerry Erskine,
wherever he is.

One thing I do know,
whatever's coming off
is coming off this weekend.

I have to keep my fingers crossed
and go with what we've got.

If I'm wrong,
well, that's the way
the baklava crumbles.

Then why don't you
just pull Macy in?
What charge?

Defacing a street map?
Hey, this is one cute cookie.
Very, very cute.

I've had a surveillance on him
for two days... I can't pick him up
for jaywalking.

Captain. Lieutenant.

- It's coming off tonight.
- What is?

- Uh, pick a card. Any card.
- [Phone Ringing]

Captain McNeil.

[Valano]
Captain, it's Hugh Jellicoe.

Him and Macy
have been cozy now
for a couple of blocks.

Pretty heavy talk.
Just now Jellicoe
hands Macy an envelope.

- Is it thick enough for a down payment?
- Fatter than my pension.

Macy's with Jellicoe.
Hugh Jellicoe.

Number one crime profile...

numbers, prostitution,

gambling, razzle-dazzle.

We never nailed him
on a big one.

He's just done 90 days
on Rikers Island.

I wonder what he's buying from Macy
and with whose money.

He's gotta have heavy backing.

Valano, we figure
Macy's action comes off tonight.
Hang with him.

I wanna give him support.
Jellicoe is prime for something heavy.

- We're sending in more troops.
- I'll listen for the bugle, uh, sir.

[Ringing]

Lieutenant Kojak's office.
I'm in church.

It's Valano.
He lost Macy.

[Chuckles]
Well, remind him
that the show must go on.

Hey, bubble brain,
he still has to work
that light tonight.

Catch him at the theater.

We need more culture
around here.

Macy's show
isn't running tonight.

They're getting the theater ready
for the Tony Awards tomorrow.

Valano checked the union.
Macy's off.

[Female Dispatcher]
Central to Car 723.

Car 723K.

Car 723K.

Proceed to suspect's apartment.
A uniformed unit will meet you
with search warrant.

I'm on my way, Central.
10-4.

Is this the warrant you wanted?

Sure looks like one to me.

Yeah.

[Door Unlocks]

See?
Looks like he moved out.

He skipped.
He can't do that.
He's got a lease.

Mm-hmm.

Well, look around.
Clues.

Who knows?
He might have forgot
to flush the toilet.

This Macy own a car?
Who?

Mr. Mac... Morgan...
whatever his name is.

No. He took the subway
or a cab.

I see.
Did you see him leave?

No. I was watching the game
all afternoon. Dozed off.

Flat ginger ale
in the fridge and that's it.
Check out the cab companies.

This guy had to be juggling
a couple of suitcases before he left.

[Phone Rings]
I'll get it.

[High-pitched Voice]
Hi there.

Yeah, it's me.

Now, don't be a wise guy.
What do you want, Stavros?

Okay.
[Hangs Up Phone]

Jellicoe. He's huddling with
a couple of the cha-cha Sindacato.

What for?
Those wise guys already got a lock
on all the action in their territory.

Numbers, broads, narcotics.

What do they need
thatJellicoe could sell them?

Here you go, Mike.
Revised schedule for tonight.

Hey, you mean anybody
can rent uniforms like this?

Nah. You just gotta have
that showbiz look, you know.

Hey, look, it fits my gun.

Hey, where's your brother?
Carl's all set.
He's just waiting for Liz to show.

- You check out the gear?
- No sweat. Relax, Steve.
We know how to set up a transmitter.

Okay, everybody,
find your size and get into it.

[Police Radio Chatter]

[Men Chattering]

All right, here we are.
Geographical midway point...

between Throgs Neck Bridge
and Tremont Avenue.

All right?
So, what do we got?

If you're asking me, Lieutenant,
what we got is zilch.

The biggest heist
in the entire area
is a parking meter.

Here lives Detective Third Grade
Angus Duncan.

He's 85 years old.
He retired 34 years ago.

[Tires Screeching]

The car dispatcher at, uh,
Diamond Cab just checked in.

A guy fitting Macy's description
got a taxi outside of his apartment
at 7:10 tonight.

And where did
the taxi take him?

A garage near Hull
and 204th Street.

Stavros here yet?
He's outside.

All right.
Have him check it out.
All right.

Garage.

Allender, no gum.

Okay, let's go.

[Door Creaking]

Lieutenant, I just talked to Stavros.
He says that garage has been vacant
for a year.

- Did he find anything?
- Yeah, clothes.
Like they were just dropped there.

Men's stuff...
pants, ties, shirts.

Some paint-spraying gear
and these big empty boxes
from Martinelli Costumes.

- Costumes?
- Costumes. Five empty boxes.

So, that means Macy and Erskine
weren't alone. They got a couple
of playmates, right?

Could be.
You call the squad room.

See if you can't run down the owner
of this Martinelli's Costumes.
[Police Radio Chatter]

- Find out what was in those boxes.
- Right.

- Hold on a minute.
- 10-13, assist patrolman.

Repeat, all units.
Repeat.

- Hey, Lieutenant, you gotta let us go.
- All right, you, you, you.

[Man On Radio]
Car 311 responding.

Attention, all units
in the 4-5 precinct.

Patrolman is in the 500 block
of Bogart Avenue.

10-13. Attention, all units,
vicinity Throgs Neck Bridge.

That means that every unit in town
is gonna be responding
to this 10-13.

[Sirens Wailing]

[Valano On Radio]
Manhattan South detectives,
we will respond.

It's almost time
for the second one, Liz.

[Man On Radio]
Central Car 304, responding.
10-13.

Liz, you all right?
[Radio Chatter Continues]

Yeah, yeah, I'm...
I'm just worried about Steve...

and... and your brother
and the whole crazy thing.

Attention, all units
in the 3-7 precinct,

9800 block ofTremont Avenue,

a 10-13,
officer needs assistance.

Hey, Lieutenant,
all the other units
are covering that first 10-13.

[Liz On Radio]
... 3-7 precinct.
9800 Tremont.

That "X" here.
That first call...

Throgs Neck Bridge.
That "X."

[Siren Wailing]

Hi. We've got a pickup.
Coming over now.

What's all the action
out there?

[Man On Radio]
Central, this is Car 311.
Can we have that address again?

Oh, we're being suckered.

The calls are phony,
diversions.

Here, put the two of them together,
and what do you got?

That part of the Bronx
looks like a police cruiser convention.

That leaves City Island up for grabs.
The Pelham Firing Range.

[Man On Radio]
Gimme that location again,
will you?

The armory.

[Engine Starts]

[Tires Squealing]

[Sirens Wailing]

[Sirens Wailing]

Central, Car 723.
Go ahead, 723.

It's a phony, all right,
and it's choking
the frequency up here.

Acknowledged, 723.
We have a fix on a location
of the transmitter.

Units are on the way.
10-4.

[Sirens Wailing In Distance]

[Clattering]

They're coming this way.
No.

They're going to Throgs Neck.

[Police Radio Chatter]

- [Man On Radio] Central, this is Car...
- Any cruiser or truck come in here?

Pick up? Delivery?
Down at the loading platform now.

[Accelerating, Tires Squealing]

[Sirens Approaching]
Okay, close it up.

[Tires Squealing]

Stop! Police!

[Tires Skidding]

Freeze! Keep your hands
right on the wheel!

Valano.

He's dead.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

You ever shoot a guy
dressed like a cop?

It's hard.

[Police Radio Chatter]