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Tonight on Kojak...

The victim. What do we know about him?

He had a dark side of him that found that gangster thing so attractive.

And once he gets here, and you're all over me, why me?

I'm looking for someone who committed a murder.

Whisper it to me. Who did it? Go to hell.

Now, look at this. This was on the finger of a headless body.

Carolyn. He can't hurt you. No!

I don't give a damn whether you care who killed him or not. I care!

Pull over. Wait up ahead.

The newspapers are making a meal out of this Nannuzzi killing.

You're going to start feeling the pressure.

Forget about the news media.

The feds aren't happy with the cooperation we're giving them

on the whole damn case.

They've gotten Moose. What else do they want?

I guess they'd like to find a way to stick him with it.

Any ideas?

Sure, Let's close them down.

Make the cost of doing business too expensive.

well, look.

If anything useful occurs to you, I'd Like to hear about it, OK?

All right. That's all, gentlemen.

OK, I'll check it with you.

Chief.

What are you doing down here with the working stiffs?

You're looking good, Theo. Lost a little, or is it the suit?

I see some of the decisions the big bosses make upstairs,

and it destroys my appetite.

You used to sound off about them.

That's when I was young and foolish,

and I thought I could change the system.

The day you start thinking you can change the system...

Oh, say hello to Detective St John. Inspector Kojak.

Pleasure. Detective.

Conrad has asked to be assigned to you. Oh?

Mm-hm, Good luck.

Hey, George. Wait a minute, I want to talk to you.

I have a lunch. Gracie Mansion. Call me later.

I see. You ask, and here you are.

Is that how they do it nowadays? I don't believe so, no.

But you're here, aren't you? Yes, Sir.

How old are you? 25,

25...

That old, huh?

Oh, my God.

Hey, Jimmy. Don't move the truck.

Oh, God.

Detective.

You wanted to see me?

Mm-—hm. Yeah.

Proceed forthwith to the fourth precinct.

"Dismembered body."

who? Why? Oh, and take St John with you.

St John! Hopefully, he'll get Lost.

You try and ID a body with only a hand.

Like, you can forget dental records.

Places you at what you'd call a disadvantage.

No hair colour, no eye colour. Just a hand.

Right.

What are you tapped into, NCIC in Washington? Right.

Ne clothing, labels?

Bless you.

Are you doing something for that, are you taking anything?

I'm allergic, sorry.

What about prints? Hair samples? Tried it.

Whoever this guy was,

he sure annoyed the hell out of somebody, that's for sure.

Hey, look. We file what we got.

Months from now, a year from now, who knows?

He was somebody. we'll get it.

I really appreciate this, Dan. No problem.

We're trying to fit a name to a murder victim.

I haven't got much to go on.

That was on the finger of a headless body.

There's an inscription inside. Be damned if I can read it.

Let's have a Look.

Turn up the light...

Let's get our focus...

OK...

Here we go. It's in script.

Carolyn...

Dash...

Freddie.

Carolyn and Freddie.

No Freddie. No Fred.

How about Frederick?

This Looks Like it.

Missing Persons got it Monday the tenth.

Information given by the spouse. Carolyn.

Come in.

Detective Blake.

You wanted a make on the dismembered body.

Uh-huh.

What? You wanna stop gloating long enough to tell me what you've got?

You won't object if I get a little pleasure out of my victories.

That would be uncharitable. You don't have that many of them.

Last Monday. Missing Persons.

They get a call from Carolyn Payton.

Says her husband, Frederick, hasn't shown up.

The deceased is wearing a ring inscribed Carolyn and Freddie.

I haven't... What?

Frederick R Payton?

The author, right? Looks like somebody was a critic.

I'll get the wife down here to take a look at what's left of him.

No. No?

I'll take care of it.

All yours.

That's all very interesting, but surely, Mr King,

you don't deny that boxing is more show business than sport?

These days, everything is show business.

Television, that's what you do.

Entertainment.

What [ Like to think I'm up to is communication.

The exchange of ideas.

Sure, and I like to think what I'm up to is the sweet science.

The manly art.

But how about our obligation to give the public what it wants?

And you think you know what that is. Look at my success.

What do you think?

I

Well, on that note, we'll be right back with Mr Don King.

OK, that's five for the crew, everybody.

Excuse me. You were wonderful, I'll just be a few minutes.

Theo. Hello.

I'm sorry to intrude.

I feel like saying how happy I am to see you.

But this isn't a social call, is it?

You want me to wait until you're finished with this? No, it's fine.

It's about Freddie?

Is he still missing? Yes. He is.

Why do you look at me Like that?

Well, we're waiting for a positive identification.

But I think your husband is dead. I'm sorry.

Uh... You're not sure? well...

Was he wearing a ring? I think so.

It have your names in it?

Where is he? I just have...

one more segment with Mr King, and I'll go with you.

Oh, Carolyn...

Could you get somebody else, you know, to make the identification?

why?

The body...

it's not intact.

All right. It looks Like we're all here.

Let's get down to business. We have a celebrity murder.

Grist for the media mills.

High public visibility.

God bless you. Thank you.

Which means the bosses will be watching.

Which doesn't mean we don't give the same effort toward every case.

Right? Right.

Frederick Payton? What do we know about him?

The victim.

Uh... He's a writer.

He's a writer. What kind of writer?

Books. Non-fiction.

A Walk In The Shadows, about Vietnam.

He also did a bio on Ollie North.

Oh, yeah, one of those quickie things, instant books?

Payton...

Payton. I saw him on television.

Sure. What was he selling?

He was talking about writing this book on the Mob.

When was this? Last week.

Was it interesting?

He says he tells who blew away Nannuzzi.

He says it's in the book. Anything to get into the newspapers.

So, you're saying that the Mob...

Oh, I'm not saying anything of the kind.

Yeah, but if Payton was stepping on some wise guys' toes...

There you go. Now let's get on it.

Kojak.

Mrs Payton. And your name is?

Blake. Is Mrs Payton expecting you?

Detective Blake.

Problem? No problem.

This gentleman is just about to call upstairs and announce us.

After the Vietnam book, he was...

he was very...

Well, you'd have to say he was Lionised.

He was very winning. Really?

But you don't always marry the people you interview, do you?

Freddie was... persistent.

Persistence.

All right, tell me, what do you know about his new book?

Crime, Inc.? What do you wanna know about it?

Did he finish it?

Oh, yes, it'll be in the book stores next month.

How'd he do his research, do you know?

Oh... Do I know.

It's practically all I heard about for three years.

He made friends. You've got to hand it to him.

He was with those gangsters.

He ate with them, he went fishing with them.

I think he really got to know them.

You ever get the feeling he was afraid of them?

One of them in particular?

If he was, he never showed it, but I think he was.

I think that's why he loved writing the book so much.

We didn't talk about it, but... I think Freddie enjoyed danger.

Or, at least, the sense of danger.

I think that's why he hunted wild animals and went to Vietnam.

I think he liked testing himself.

I know a little about that.

In this business, you don't get ahead without a certain toughness.

Freddie was... "Toughness"? It's a nice word.

I like it.

Well, how do you feel about "compulsion" or "obsession"?

I don't Like them nearly as much.

Did that help?

Well... It's a start. There'll be more.

Do you always take such a personal interest?

No, not always.

But you're a famous person. You get service.

Does this mean I'll find out who killed Freddie?

Oh, lady.

If you knew how many crimes go unsolved,

you'd want your money back.

We'll see our way out.

Could 1 ask a question? Sure.

Do you know when your husband ate before he was killed?

The time of his last meal?

We had lunch.

You remember what time... what time you finished?

I'd say it was... one thirty.

Thank you.

Interesting woman. Mm.

You know, I wonder who's publishing Payton's book about the Mob.

Regis.

Oh. And I even bet you know where it is.

Eh... Mm—hm.

Mr Litkin, you were his editor.

He was working on a book about organised crime.

Yes, that's right.

Well, what did Payton say

when you warned him he could be making dangerous enemies?

well, I'll tell you what he did, do you want to know what he did?

He laughed. I said, "For goodness' sake, be careful." He laughed.

Who especially was he supposed to be careful of, Joel?

No, no, everybody. Uh...

He was doing research for the book,

and there were all these people, and, uh...

I said, "They're gangsters, and you think they're your friends,

"but wait till they read what you're gonna write."

What I hear you saying, gangsters or no gangsters

he befriended people he fully intended to smear.

Well, that's not a word that we use.

Betray?

The book substantially tells the truth

about a very difficult and very provocative subject.

It tells the truth. Yes.

You know, I'd like to discuss the nature of truth,

but sometime, not now.

If you don't mind, that is.

Now, you and Payton, you worked pretty closely together?

Very.

You got along very well together?

um... I don't...

I don't know any author that gets along,

I mean, all the time with his editor, do you?

I sure would like to look at that book.

Well, we're keeping it pretty tightly under wraps.

Well, are you saying I can't look at it?

Why don't you leave your address with my secretary?

why don't we just take a copy along with us? I can't let it out.

You're gonna make me get a subpoena to see a book?

I understand that Payton said that the book tells

who steps out of a taxi cab

and pumps two illicit bullets into Sabbatino Nannuzzi.

Now, how could he get it into the book so fast?

He couldn't.

And then we got Nannuzzi not yet cold,

and Payton's telling everybody how everything is in the book.

Come on. Whisper it to me. who did it?

Freddie was a great salesman. Great.

You have any idea what the advance sales of this book are?

In other words, talking about Nannuzzi on television,

that was all hype?

Freddie dug up some very, very interesting material.

Can you tell me who he dug it out of?

There's Little Willie, there's a guy called The Mick,

somebody named Scaggs.

Angel, he was a good source.

He's a singer.

Oh, thanks a lot, I didn't know that.

Not an obvious source, right?

Well, Freddie said he got the tip from his wife. His wife?

Yeah, apparently she interviewed Angel about a year ago,

and he started talking about his connections, I don't know.

On television?

No, you know, they were getting acquainted, I suppose.

Before going on the air.

Well, assuming that Angel did know something,

although I'm dubious of that...

...why would he be stupid enough to tell it to a writer?

You'll have to ask him. No, Joel. I'm asking you.

Now, what did Payton tell you about Angel?

He didn't.

Police! Get your hands up!

Stop, stop, stop! Back to one. Reload.

What the hell happened? Hold it, we're going again.

Come on! Two minutes. Two minutes.

Angel. Angelo, where are you going? That's it, I've had enough!

It was a mistake. Angel. Get off my back.

Don't be like that. Come on, be a good boy.

How many times am I gonna have to do that scene?

As many times as the director says. The director?

Terrific.

Come on, Angelo, behave yourself.

We've got to get the timing of this thing right, guys.

We'll never make the deadline.

Come on, mate. Come on, come on.

Forget about it. He's nuts.

Come on, Angelo, I don't appreciate this behaviour.

You know what? I don't appreciate doing things over and over again

because someone doesn't know what he's doing.

Be reasonable.

Hey, Bobby. Check it out.

Whoa, whoa. Hey, hold it, you two. Hold it!

Hold it.

Freeze, sucker! Freeze!

Hey, Angel, come back! Police! Drop it!

I said drop it!

St John, get him, go!

Police! Stop! Over here.

You've been a bad boy. I got a licence.

Hey!

Damn it.

So, what's going on here? How the hell should I know?

who are you? I work for him.

Where is he going? I don't know where he's going.

why'd he take off? Ask him.

Hey, I'm asking you!

What the hell is happening here? Where'd he go?

He took off. We're making a movie here!

He took off.

You're fired.

Daisy! Daisy, I want these nits paid off and out of here, Daisy.

Say hello to Officer Nit.

Oh, what, what is that, what?

Come on, let's go talk.

You saying he's temperamental? well, I guess.

The way everyone else carries on, he's not half bad, is he?

You know, by comparison with industry standards.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, but you say recently he...

Oh, no, nothing big, really. No, no. Little things.

You know, um...

He'd be, Like... He'll come in late. You know.

He didn't blow off recording dates, nothing like that. He'd be, Like...

...given to anxiety, you know what I'm saying? Can't sit down.

You'd say like, "Yo, Angel, how's it going, mate?

"How's the boy?"

He'd bite your bloody head off.

It's not like him.

It's not normal, you might say.

What do you think's bothering him?

I wish I knew. A kid his age, everything he could possibly want.

Women tearing his bloody clothes off. I don't know.

You think it might have something to do with the Payton book?

what do you know about that? I know your boy shot his mouth off.

I can't accept that, no.

Angelo isn't what you'd call a real intellect, but he's not that stupid.

Oh, oh.

Payton's editor says that he is that stupid.

See, I don't believe that.

Does Angelo actually know anything?

I mean, whether he told Payton or not.

Do you think he's connected?

My philosophy? Don't know nothing more than you have to.

Myself, I'm a...

I'm in the... personal management business.

OK? Gentlemen, good day.

You're kidding? That's where St John gets his juice?

The Police Commissioner?

Thanks, Leo.

Send in Detective St John.

St John! Boss wants you.

Did you want to see me?

Yeah, who knows the Commissioner? Dada?

Look, I don't like dilettante cops, all right? It's an idiosyncrasy.

Old school, all of that. Nothing personal. But do me a favour.

Do us both a favour. Try somebody else.

You should have no trouble being reassigned.

That's all.

So, you want me to transfer?

If you would, please. Sir...

OK, your spies, no doubt,

have given you any information on me from the files,

so I'll just give you the rest of the story, OK?

I'm not interested. Oh, like hell you're not, Sir.

You're fascinated.

How does this overbred, overprivileged piece of WASP...

Whoa! Don't lay that load of...

If you want to feel discriminated against, that's your problem.

I'm not gonna help you.

Whatever reason I don't want you around

has nothing to do with the God you venerate or despise,

the school you went to, how you vote, nothing!

Understand?

My turn?

I was, uh... booted out of college.

I know you won't believe this, but I was a behaviour problem.

You?

I told my father, "I've had it with college,”

and he said, "Fine."

That he'd find a position for me in the business.

But there was a kicker.

He said that I owed him two more years of education.

So I spent the next couple of years out in the public sector,

making a contribution and Learning about Life.

Very smart.

So, you became a cop.

After I flunked my firefighter's physical.

Well, you did over two years. You served your sentence.

That's right.

Yeah, my old man really had it mapped out for me.

Except this time, I think he kind of blew it,

because now he wants me to go into the business, and I don't want to.

Hm.

Since we're playing show and tell...

.why me?

You don't think people talk about you out there? You're a legend.

Oh?

Well, the way I understand it, legends are long dead and gone.

why you?

I wanna Learn how to do this job.

I know a Lot of it's common sense, but...

still some of it's trade craft.

Witchcraft.

If it is, and if there's a practitioner, you're it.

I'll stay out of your way...

...and I'll watch every move you make. You watch yourself.

It all looks exactly the same. How are Vassi and Katina?

They don't watch your show.

well, I don't think that was my question.

Well, they asked me how you were once.

Did I know how you were? I said, "Watch television."

They said, “We got better things to do."

Greeks had a word for it. Nectar of the gods.

Eis ygeian.

If you're trying to draw blood, you're succeeding.

Lady...

If I wanted to draw blood,

you wouldn't be standing there, sipping ouzo.

Well, how do I holler "uncle"? You don't.

You don't like my attitude, you report me to my superiors.

So, this is business? As opposed to?

Well, I don't act Like the grieving widow. Is that what bothers you?

It interests me.

There wasn't an awful lot left of the marriage.

But you stayed together.

It was more out of inertia than anything, that we stayed together.

We were friends.

We... We liked each other.

Sometimes, it's easier with someone like that,

instead of someone you...

You put me on that plane to Beirut.

And if I hadn't?

You know, it would have taken you a fast 24 hours to admit

that you wanted that assignment more than anything else in the world.

I'm not sure about that.

What I wanted was to get ahead. See?

You're ahead. And, boy, did I pay.

No pain, no gain.

Anyway, Freddie...

I'll miss Freddie.

But it would be a lie to pretend that I'm devastated.

That's one thing you never did. You never lied.

Oh, my. Mm.

It all Looks so delicious.

I'm afraid it's also fattening.

No, no, no, no, no.

Just stay away from the skordalia.

It's an aphrodisiac.

Now, let's get this straight.

In order to gather information and material for his book,

he hung around with the wiseguys.

It was crazy. He'd be gone all day,

and then sometimes he'd stay away all night, too.

And when he did come home, he'd be this weird person.

He...

I don't know, it was like he was playing a part.

Anyway, it was...

...strange.

Angel.

What about him?

I'm told that Freddie was pumping him for information.

I don't know. Well, let's say you do.

Can you think of any reason why he'd go to a... a singer?

I met Angel when I interviewed him.

I... I sit with them before taping, kind of to put them at ease.

He was trying to impress me, I guess, and...

Well, he was very young. Not very bright.

And he talked about his naughty pals.

Actually, it was pathetic. And you told your husband?

Mm.

No, I don't remember doing it, but...

Well, it's very possible.

Did Freddie ever tell you any names of his new-found buddies?

Yeah, I met a few.

Rocky Rocklin and Fischer, I met.

And there was, um...

Moose something, I don't know. Moose?

Adolfo Musumeci.

Yeah. Yeah, that's it.

Moose.

Mm.

Well, this has been like old times. Yeah, almost.

Yeah.

Would you Like to come up for a nightcap?

Well, it's been a long day.

Day's over, Theo.

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep

“But I have promises to keep..."

"And miles to go before I sleep.”

Good night.

Monsieur Bernard.

Ah, Moose.

Did you come in for a free drink?

Hey. This man works for the city.

It's a tough dollar, give him a drink.

Certainly. Come on. We'll get some air.

Air? I got air.

Take a break.

What's on your mind? Sit down.

Ah-ha, what's this, Moosey? It's a curse is what it is.

Oh, no, it's the good life, that's what it is.

Ah. Nannuzzi.

You must be the only cop I haven't talked to.

The only surprise is it took you so long.

That's not the surprise.

Payton. Not Nannuzzi.

Payton? Yeah.

Oh, the writer.

Very good. I read about it. Not nice.

But, I mean, why?

Well, you're the source of material for Payton's book.

Who told you that?

Pff, what a clown.

I know women who get excited

when they're around men they think are wicked.

I never met a guy before.

Oh, is that what Payton did? I mean, he got excited?

He was a nuisance. All he wanted to do was hang around.

Who else thought he was a nuisance?

You're sniffing the wrong hydrant, champ.

He was a gambler. What he was was a loser.

What a clown.

But that's a good question.

They tell me his wife makes nice money.

So? Did the guy write the book?

He wrote the book. Yeah?

Did you see it?

What about Angel? You know, the singer.

What about him?

Reach out and touch somebody, Moosey.

You tell them Angel.

He's not making things easy on himself.

You tell him.

Now you know what I come in here for.

Whoever put Nannuzzi to sleep, that's somebody else's problem.

But you know something? I could make it mine, Moosey.

Pf.

Maestro. Very nice.

He's a friend of mine from school.

Did a profile on Angel for Rolling Stone.

Oh?

The magazine. Alright.

Told me Angel hangs at this social club.

And you've been staking it out?

On my own time. So?

What do you want? A citation?

Here we go.

Angel!

Angel.

Hey! Police, stop there!

Order 23. Yeah, we're in pursuit of a white male.

East on Spring between Sullivan and Thompson. Right.

who are you?!

All set, Mr Angel.

That's OK, I'll walk.

Angelo Penzotti, also known as Angel.

He's a performer. What else do we know about him?

He grew up in Jersey. Oh, that's nice.

Saving the best for last. We need drama, right?

Angel starts singing professionally in a saloon in Long Branch.

At this time, this is about five years ago.

The saloon was the property of a dummy holding corporation,

Eastern Shore Management Associates.

Principal owner, Sabatino Nannuzzi.

Is that a fact? Wow, Angel had Nannuzzi.

The word around is Nannuzzi putting up a big hunk of financing

for this picture Angel's making.

You know, three quarters of the civilised world knows

what this guy looks Like,

so I must assume that all you do, too.

Now, maybe if we don't turn him up,

we'll let the story out.

But if we do that, we'll do it because we decide to do it,

not because somebody tips somebody's brother—in—law off for a big bonus

and your wife's gonna Like you for a day or two.

Uh... Yes?

I don't have a wife. Oh, that's a fine contribution.

Do you have a husband?

No way. Otherwise, I might have a brother-in-law

who'd lead me into temptation.

Oh, see how Lucky you are?

Now you don't have a reason in the world

not to keep your mouth shut.

Find this guy.

Oh, and, Kevin, one more thing. Send Barbara a dozen roses.

Tell her I said I appreciate it, and thank her very much.

Oh, give me a few minutes, Kevin. Yeah.

Hello, Theo. Oh, Kevin. Yeah?

Coffee? A tea, something cold?

Nothing at all, thank you. Alright.

And hold any calls. OK.

Hello, Theo.

This a little public?

Cara, I'll be in my dressing room.

Better? Very nice.

Look, I won't take up too much of your time.

I'm sure not more than you have to.

Anything we discuss about the progress of this thing is...

is under your hat.

I understand.

We're concentrating on Angel. Really?

You know, whenever someone does wanna talk to me,

it arouses my curiosity.

So, you haven't really asked him if...?

He's had a circulation.

Oh, yes. I remember.

Something about shutting a movie down,

something with his throat.

He had something stuck in it. Me.

Where does somebody like that hide? Wherever.

Anyway, I sent him a message, and we'll see.

You said I might be of some help. No, not with Angel.

With your husband. As I understand...

You know, you keep saying "your husband."

Call him Freddie, or Mr Payton if you want to be respectful.

Legally, yes, he was my husband.

Anyway, I understand he was promoting his book.

And doing it on talk shows.

That's right.

Do you by any chance have any of those tapes?

"By any chance?”

You think Freddie would be on television

without preserving every exciting moment for posterity?

Oh, something to show the grandchildren?

Of course.

You never wanted any kids, did you?

No.

Hard to find time, hmm?

I had one decent impulse in my whole Life,

and I couldn't handle it because I was ambitious,

and I'm sorry.

There, I've said it. Are you happy?

No, I'm not. I'm not happy.

What did I leave out?

I mean, do you really think I get off on your misery?

I am not miserable.

Well, fine. I'm happy.

Hey, look.

We all have to make choices.

Now, you're wondering did you make the right choice?

My opinion? Absolutely.

You think I couldn't have been a cop's wife?

You would've wound up hating me.

Oh, Theo.

Look, do you mind if I borrow those tapes?

You know, Freddie's? Can you tell me why?

Yeah, well, might have said something.

Mentioned a name. Sure.

Right here.

Theo?

Silver lining to part with.

I got to see you again.

That's... friendly.

Wouldn't it be simpler just to bring him up here, counsellor?

Counsellor, I'm not.

I hear you.

All right, we'll do it his way.

In case the Inspector has any problem with this?

I'll get a message to him.

Angel's lawyer. Bosch reaches out or reaches up.

Lights, camera, action.

Inspector. 'I've got him.'

Hello. Gentlemen.

They tell me someone's been looking for... No.

So nice to see you again, Angelo. Inspector... Kojak? Ted Allerdice.

How do you do?

Before we take this any further,

I'd like to establish a few ground rules.

Well, you are familiar with

the Constitution of the United States of America?

And of the State of New York? Ground rules.

Where will the interrogation take place this time?

Ah. Well, the body was found in the fourth precinct.

But, in deference to my elevated position,

the detectives from the fourth will come to me.

Ground rule.

Inspector, take off the gloves, huh? This is a voluntary appearance.

There are no gloves.

Shall we?

Come on, Angel.

Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no.

"Oh, no" what? What? This was supposed to...

All I agreed to with your man, that was...

Well, we would get together, we'd talk.

You don't understand, Mr Penzotti's a suspect in a murder case.

Yeah, but the... No, I... I'm gonna speak to the Commissioner.

Is that right?

Isn't that great?

Mention the name Detective St John because I promised him

that I'd let him know how St John's getting along.

You know where my office is.

You know, I see these guys standing there,

and I figure there's some cannons, man,

standing right there, looking at me.

So I wasn't about to stand there and make pleasant conver...

You can look at these gentlemen

and think for one minute they're not upstanding?

St John? Ah.

I mean, I wasn't gonna stand there and, you know...

"Excuse me, do you mind explaining to me...?"

I mean... I cut, man. I was terrified, all right?

The fact that he ran away made it look incriminating.

Now, you know why he did it? Look, look...

They got Payton. I figured I was next.

When who got Payton?

He doesn't know the answer to that.

Well, how do you know you'd be next, Angelo?

Payton was digging into stuff. You don't do that.

Does the name Sabatino Nannuzzi mean anything to you, Angelo?

What?

Um...

You got a soda? Go ahead.

Tell him.

Alright.

Couple of years ago, he says,

"Hey, me and some friends,

"we're going to the mountains for the weekend."

This is Nannuzzi? Yeah.

He says, You come along.

We have a good time, you sing some songs.

And you know, Like, at first, that's the way it was.

But then he gets mad, you know? And he's yelling, he's screaming.

And all of a sudden, everybody's like this. Thanks.

Then forget about it. It's over, out of there.

Nannuzzi's yelling? Yeah.

Who was he yelling at, Angelo?

Adolpho. Musumeci?

And because you were an innocent witness to this fight,

you thought you were in jeopardy.

You knew something you weren't supposed to know.

Now, Look. Payton was killed on a Sunday afternoon.

Where were you, Ang, Sunday afternoon?

You see that?

"Where were you, what do you know, who do you know?"

I don't know! I told him, I don't know!

You told who? Payton? Yeah!

That's all you told him? "I don't know anything about anything"? Yeah.

You were quoted in his book, Ang.

Oh, he swore to God he wouldn't use my name!

But you did tell him something.

He said all this stuff, you know?

About how he would ruin my career, expose certain things...

He was blackmailed. Look. He asked me.

I said yes, no, this, that, I don't know! It was all garbage!

So, whatever he wanted to hear, you gave him.

Even if you had to make it up. Yes.

So, I guess that means I shouldn't believe everything I read, huh?

Yeah, that's real funny.

No, I told him...

Write this book with this stuff

and put my name in there, and they'll kill me.

Alright.

You'll bring him back if we need to continue this?

With reasonable notice, yes.

Go ahead.

Gentlemen.

Madam.

Madam? What a piece of work that is, huh? Oof!

That is one scared paysan.

You would be too if you knew what he knows.

All right, talk to me.

Is that true, that Payton quotes Angel in the book?

I never saw the book. How are you coming with it?

Slow. I'll get it.

If he has an alibi, he didn't say what it was.

Even if he could produce one. Ah, he knows people.

They probably even work for him.

Would've done Payton for an 8x10 glossy.

Wait a minute, you think he had it done? Murder for hire?

I sure don't see him doing it himself.

Well, if he bought and paid for it,

that means you got people out there walking around who know about it!

You got informants, right?

You been looking for a reason to lean on them?

Well? You got it!

Oh, well, looky here. He's doing a dance!

He's giving us a lesson in gamesmanship.

You know what he's saying? “You. Come to me."

Ah, alright.

You want me to get that? Yeah.

Yeah?

Ah.

You did a beautiful job of smoking out Angel.

Is that what this is? You wanted to congratulate me?

Angel, we're-we're setting him up.

For the Payton thing?

Ah, he put out the contract, right? It plays!

So?

So, if anything happens to Angel, big star...

it could get very, very, very messy!

And you should know. Me? I don't know the man!

All right, try this on.

Now, someone wants to pay back Angel for an indiscretion,

but he wants to keep himself out of trouble.

All he has to do is come to me

and tell me who did the number on Payton.

And Angel takes the fall? And then you make a deal with him?

Are you telling me

that you know somebody who knows something that we should know?

who you positioning for Nannuzzi?

Oh, no, no, no. That's not my table.

And speaking about table... HE CHUCKLES

I got a new diet. Really?

Yeah! Ah, nah. why?

Ah... You don't eat it.

why not?

That was Guzman. Oh, yeah?

She married?

Cute. She has an informant she wants us to check out.

All right, check it out. Carmelina!

Thanks, babe. Give my love to your old man. Thanks. Ciao.

Drop me off at the office. ENGINE REVS

Ah, you got it.

You'd think it was the secret diary of Fawn Hall.

Your messages. Thank you.

Anything interesting in it? Not so far.

No mention in the index of Angel.

As far as I can tell, all the Nannuzzi material is just rehash.

What, do you think people are killing themselves over that?

It'd be ironic.

Payton gets killed because he writes a book.

The book comes out,

and there's nothing new in it that hasn't been said before,

probably better.

Yeah, there's irony in that.

It's over. You're excused.

Mr Heffernan is handling security for Angel on his movie.

I figured I'd request his assistance with our problem.

We've had our differences, right? He wants to be helpful.

He asks me what I'm working on. I tell him Payton.

I figured you ought to hear what he came up with.

You know, for yourself.

He was gay.

Payton? Same thing I said.

You know this for a fact?

Did he cruise?

I don't know, I met him in a straight bar.

You know anyone else that knows him Like you do? No.

Does this have to go any further? I mean... Absolutely not.

Right?

What do you say we close the books?

Square.

You don't tell anybody.

What, that you're mush? Oh!

I was having a drink. Would you like one? No, thanks.

You know, ... I've only got a minute.

Of course. Look, uh...

We got some new information.

Or at least, an allegation has been made.

And I'm reasonably sure it's true.

Did you know that Freddie was gay?

SHE SCOFFS who told you that?

That's the most insane thing I ev...

who says so? well...

SHE SIGHS Oh, so, you think...

...you think that's who killed Freddie? A lover?

Well, that would make things a lot simpler.

But, uh...

Did he ever tell you about places he'd like to go to?

You know, I remember you telling me he disappeared for a day or two.

Where was he?

Oh, I don't know. He didn't tell me.

How was your, uh, your relations with, uh...

Would you Like me to certify?

How about an affidavit?

That we did the things married people do,

and that we did them with relative success and satisfaction?

No, I'll take your word for it. Good.

Well, you know, come on... Question wasn't that provocative.

Go to hell.

And if I was in your shoes, I would've said the same thing.

Look... What makes you think Freddie was gay?

Well, obviously it came as a shock to you, and I'm sorry.

I'm sure you can see how all this suggests other possibilities.

Anyway, did he have any other, you know, sex partners?

Do you really think he would've told me?

In today's market, honey, any way the wind blows.

SHE SIGHS I just always assumed that...

he had a dark side of him that found that whole...

underworld, that... gangster thing so attractive.

You know, all that violence.

You know your friend? Adolpho Musumeci?

He kind of suggested the same thing, but I didn't pick up on it.

Do those people know, uh, what you just told me?

I wouldn't think so. Anyway, Look, thanks.

And I'm sorry.

Mr Litkin.

Hi. Hi. I appreciate this.

I thought it would be better away from your office.

Sure. What do you want to talk about?

Joel, how well did you know Frederick Payton?

His editor?

Come on, humour me.

Well, Freddie wasn't an easy man to know, but I guess I knew him...

Well, you know, we worked very closely together.

Joel, who do you think killed Payton?

I told you, some hoodlum. I don't know what you want.

Where were you Sunday afternoon, when they shot him?

I was in East Hampton. I borrowed a friend's house for the weekend.

May we have this friend's name? why?

That's the way it works, Joel.

Harlan Vax. Vax. V-A-X? Yeah.

It's on Egypt Lane.

Now, you said you knew him. Well.

Just to know him, to like him, or what?

JOEL CHUCKLES Freddie?

When people tell me how much they liked him,

I know they didn't know him. Oh.

Anything particular about him makes you say that?

Speak well of the dead, um...

Freddie used people.

You? He used you?

How do you think he got those book deals? All those cushy contracts?

Well, you must have got something in return.

Oh, I thought so for a while, but...

It's my job to develop writers,

and if they do well, I get some of the credit.

During those times when you, uh, as you say, worked so closely together,

did he ever give you any insight into he and his wife?

How they got along?

I always felt he used her, too.

Oh, yeah? How?

I don't know.

Now, you understand, uh...

I've gotta find out how much you disliked him.

Enough to kill him?

Hey, what was that about, uh,

did Payton tell Joel about how he was getting along with his wife?

What's that all about?

Well, maybe Payton said something that,

if you take a Look at it now...

You mean about his wife? Yeah.

Why, you got a problem with that?

Huh? Seeing where she figures in all this?

Spit it out, Blake. You and she...

You go back, right?

Yeah, we go back, we know each other. Any problem?

Not for me.

Well, you do your job,

and don't worry about how I'm gonna handle mine, OK?

well, la-di-da.

No problem. Let me take care of this.

I'll take care of it.

Whoa!

Whoa! Time, time, time, time!

Hi. You don't wanna do this. Oh? Why not?

This your car? Uh, yeah.

We're on the same side.

Your side busted my husband yesterday. Take it!

Have a nice day.

No problem

..and my wife, you know her, you know how together she is.

Now, why don't you tell me about her?

'She's like this... On the edge of her chair.

'This friend I'm taking her to meet

''showed up with a couple of, uh, you know..."

'Associates?' Right.

'They don't say anything, right?

'They're just there. Especially one of them. A presence.

'He's not doing anything, but, boy, is he there.'

'Like a dinner companion?'

'And my wife, this super sophisticated lady, loses it"

'Well, you can hardly blame her.' 'Straight to jelly!

Not just the knees, elbows, the whole thing!

'We'll take a break, and we'll be right back.'

Carolyn, come on. I mean, don't tell me you don't know.

Think about it. I am! I'm trying!

It was one of the few times Freddie took me with him.

We went to this place down on the East Side

with, erm, Fischer? Jack Fischer?

Yeah, that's it. Uh-huh.

I remember Freddie was very excited.

He thought Fischer was gonna tell him...

I don't know, tell him something important.

Anyway, it was like you said.

He was there with these two men. Bodyguards?

I just remember... one of them kept staring at us.

Freddie and me, The whole night.

It was eerie, I never...

I never felt so much pure hatred. From anybody.

Did Freddie feel the same way?

He had to. I remember...

I waited till we got home,

and I knew the door was double locked.

I told Freddie I was sure that man wanted to kill us.

I was really frightened.

And you know what he said? He said, "Of course he did!"

And then he laughed.

But he was afraid. I know he was.

Do you know who the gorilla was?

I don't think I ever heard his name, but I thought about him.

I thought about him a Lot.

You don't meet somebody every day who you know wants to kill you.

The more I thought about him, the more I was sure that...

Well, I don't know, it just made sense.

People from virtually another world come around you,

and they look at you like you're...

..like you're a specimen in a jar.

That could do it! Especially if you're crazy to begin with.

I gotta have the name, Carolyn. I would love to give it to you.

I swear that if I could, I would've...

Why are you angry with me?

I'm looking for someone who committed a murder.

And I need your help! I would love to help, I would...

I am trying to help you! Believe me.

How come you want her up there, Inspector? I don't see that.

What's your problem? Female solidarity.

What are you trying to tell us, Guzman?

That women do not murder their husbands?

Yeah, and Jean Harris ain't doing 15 to life

Eh, it wasn't her husband.

Are we trying to say she cut up his body

and put the parts in a garbage bag

and schlepped it all the way across town? I don't believe it!

Joel Litkin. Alright, go.

He says he was in East Hampton that weekend.

I checked him out. He was there.

He started back to the city a little after four,

Sunday afternoon.

Alright. Does anybody know what time Payton was killed?

The autopsy shows there was still undigested food in his stomach.

He couldn't have been killed

much more than six hours after his last meal.

Yeah, but I mean, you know, when was that?

Well, Blake's gonna tell us.

He had lunch with his wife about one thirty.

So, we're saying that he couldn't have been killed

anytime Later than seven, seven thirty?

And Joel was out on the island at what, four? Little after.

That gives him, uh, three—and—a—half hours, max.

Drive into the city, get rid of his car...

Get a hold of Payton and do him? Sunday? Rush-hour? Expressway?

Tight. No way. No "no way".

Blake here isn't quite finished. Both Nassau and Suffolk counties

report that traffic was unusually light that Sunday.

There were no hold-ups.

They think it had something to do with the rain report on Friday.

So, with no traffic, that's a two-and-a-half-hour shot.

Yeah. He could've, he could've made it.

I say we leave him up there. Alright.

Joel stays.

Angel? I'd put him on top of the list.

Yeah, yeah.

He's got a hell of a good motive, and he hasn't told us where he was.

Guzman? You don't look happy.

No, I'm still thinking about that wife.

I mean, did I miss something here? Do we know she has a reason?

Like... she wanted her husband dead.

Like, was he abusing her?

You really want her up there? Blake?

Payton was a gambler.

How often did the missus bail him out?

How often did she complain about it?

How often did he tell her, "Go to hell"?

I say we leave her up there.

All right, just prove she didn't do it.

Any problems?

I can't swear to you

that every one of these rascals is still on Jackie's crew.

Gene, don't tell me the FBI files aren't up to date

Bite your tongue. Fischer, Fischer...

I don't know who these guys are.

But they were in the Fischer file, 50...

Uh, you don't wanna take these with you, I don't think I...

I'll get them copied and bring them back to you.

Dembo? Damn.

Hey, Don. Say hello to Inspector Kojak, NYPD.

Inspector.

Yeah, you took Whitey Crawford's place, didn't you?

You and Gene, uh...

No, no, just standing around, telling lies.

Uh-huh. Be too much to hope that, uh...

...your chitchat would have something to do with Nannuzzi?

Ah...

No, I didn't think so.

Nice to meet you. Yeah, same to you.

Theo... Yeah, look.

I'LL get these things back to you, OK?

And, Gene, I appreciate it.

No. He looks a little like my hairdresser.

Well, never mind that.

Is that the goon you were afraid of that night at the restaurant? No.

No.

No.

Sorry. Take another Look.

No. I'm gonna fix myself a drink. What would you like?

What would I like? I'd like a little cooperation.

That's not fair. I've answered every question you've asked me.

And then it became a bore, and you Lost interest.

That's not true!

Hey, look.

I don't give a damn whether you care who killed him or not. I care!

What are you so upset about?

Now, look at this. I did look at it.

Carolyn... he can't hurt you.

You won't be connected, but I need something to go on!

That hurts.

It's him, isn't it? No.

So, tell me. How's that young man doing? St John?

Well, I hate to admit it, but he's a good one.

And here I was gonna offer to take him off your neck.

No, no, no, you leave him alone.

But since you're being so generous... Uh—oh.

Adolpho Musumeci.

I wanna rattle his cage.

I'd have to clear that with Don Franklin over at the FBI.

Come on, that would take too much time, and they're liable to goof it.

Well, maybe I ought to know what I'm talking about when I make my pitch.

Now, let's say that Payton's murder was bought and paid for by Angel.

Now, I gotta believe that Moose had gotten around to hearing about it.

But if it was a family affair, I know he knew it!

Anticipating what I'm gonna be asked, why Musumeci?

why not Gotti? Jimmy Nap?

Everybody's got a cross to bear, Georgie.

And Musumeci, he's mine.

'Do not resist.

"Just do as you're told, and nobody will be hurt.

'Just do what you're told. Do what the officers tell you to do.'

RAISED VOICES Move it along, ladies.

'In the local news today,

'the police department stepped up its pressure

on organised crime after the Mob-style execution

of reputed crime kingpin Sabbatino Nannuzzi.

'Squads of police raided warehouses,

'gambling establishments and after-hours clubs

'in an effort to uncover a lead in the slaying.'

It was my backyard. I had a right to know about it.

CHIEF SIGHS What can I tell you?

Not me, the director. You'll damn well tell the director.

I'll tell the director. And I'll tell him

that if I wanna look for a perpetrator in my jurisdiction,

I'm gonna look for him!

And I'm not gonna ask permission from him or from you.

That's all I wanted to hear.

Ahh...

One way I can save your fundament. Results. Yeah.

Alright, thanks, George.

Can I tell him who's calling? Hold on.

Mr Musumeci on 16, Sir. Thank you.

Got delayed in traffic.

That situation is atrocious. No argument.

But I mean, you say, "No argument.” What do you do about it?

I'm just a citizen. You got a licence to do something about it.

Excuse me. Make a note. First thing in the morning,

take care of the traffic problem.

That's how come nothing gets done, you think it's a joke.

You got one like that? Me?

I figure if God wanted me in the water, he'd have made me a fish.

KOJAK CHUCKLES What can I do for you, Moose?

I mean, short of keeping you out of the water,

keeping you out of traffic jams... What can you do? You can kiss my...

Uh-uh! Keep romance out of this.

Nannuzzi gets hit, and you're all over me. Why me?

No, not Nannuzzi.

Payton. Still? Payton?

So how come I'm the only one getting heat?

Explain that to me! I could.

But that would only persuade you that life isn't very fair.

Now, why would you wanna know something like that?

Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah. You got me.

Oh. You can forget about Payton's book.

It's mostly hot air. That doesn't surprise me.

Does this surprise you?

You and Nannuzzi, you had a major misunderstanding in the mountains.

I've got the date, I've got the place.

The Federates don't know about it. Not yet.

What do you want?

I want somebody to go down for Payton's murder.

You know this guy?

who is he? Oh, you tell me.

What would you free holes do if you didn't have us?

You'd have to make us up! Most of it you make up now!

Do you know what it's like? Do you want me to tell? It's Like Russia!

KOJAK LAUGHS Russia?

If they didn't have Russia, who the hell would they put the blame on?

It's the same with you guys!

Now, you keep it simple, you understand?

I mean, you want the heat turned off?

You want what happened up in the mountains kept out of this?

Then you find him. Huh?

Or a reasonable facsimile.

Remember... whoever you come up with,

make sure he can make the weight and go the distance.

Arrivederci.

Action!

Oh, come on, kiss her!

Cut, cut, cut!

Was it all right? Stunning, mate, you were stunning.

Was I good? Was I all right? Oh, you were great!

I don't know, the director of this thing,

he doesn't tell me anything, you know? Nah.

I want an introduction to the girl in that violet dress.

Hey. Hey! Hold it, hold it, hold it. Yo, my man. Remember me? Dick Tracy.

Oh, yeah. Now what do you want, hey? I know, it's Like it never stops

He's rehearsing. No problem.

He's rehearsing! No problem!

Now what can I do for you?

Cops, Ang.

Angelo. What?

I got a proposition for you, Ang.

No, no, no, it's not what you think. Come here.

You know... KOJAK CHUCKLES

The wiseguys are getting tired of us.

You know, we're always in their face.

But they're gonna deliver... somebody.

ANGELO CHUCKLES SOFTLY Not me.

Oh, yeah? You think? Yeah, I'm telling you.

I'm gonna give you a break.

If I hear from them, that's one thing.

But if I don't have to wait for them,

and I hear it from you first, ahh...

that makes it easier all around, Ang.

And another thing you can do.

You go to the FBI, and you tell them everything you know about Musumeci,

and how he felt about the late and the great Sabbatine Nannuzzi, huh?

Wanna think about it? ANGELO CHUCKLES SOFTLY

Huh?

If the goombahs come out first with the news, eh...

Well, maybe you can still make a deal.

But I'm gonna have something to say to the judge.

Come on, leave me alone, all right?

You don't have that much time.

What? You won't believe it. Nah, I'm all right, don't worry about it.

OK, hands off the car.

What do you want? Talk to me.

Hey, Kojak, uh... |1 got something for you. Let's see it.

From Moose?

He refers us to one Tommy Thompson.

Tommy Thompson. Let's pick him up.

Lights, camera, action.

Thompson!

Police.

Can we have a word? what do you want?

Mr Thompson?

Come on, get in the car.

Don't shoot! Get him!

BLAKE MOANS You all right? Yeah.

Ten-thirteen.

Hudson... Hudson and Moore.

Hold it. DISTANT SIRENS

Down, Thompson.

He's gonna make it, Inspector. PARAMEDIC: Be still.

St John, I said, Get him.

I didn't say, Kill yourself.

So, where were you that Sunday afternoon, Tommy?

I still don't remember.

And you did nothing, right? Nope.

So, how come you struck the inspector and took off?

I thought I was getting jacked up, 0K?

Chief, the DA's office heard about it.

The DA. Yeah.

It's been almost seven hours, Theo. OK.

I'll send her in. No, give me just one more.

When have I...? just one more.

Go to hell.

Hey, I ain't talking to you guys any more.

Hey. Can I get another cup of coffee?

It's all over, Tommy.

Some of the blood on the garbage bags...

It wasn't Payton's.

Now, what did you do? Nick yourself when you carved up the body?

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

Oh, I know. You don't remember. But there's no problem.

I'll get a court order, a DNA sample.

If it matches, you don't have to remember a thing.

Detective, now, you call the district attorney,

and you tell him I wanna hold a prisoner without bail

for the murder of Frederick Payton.

You got it.

Kojak.

All I did was get rid of the body.

I don't think I have to ask you how your day went.

It shows, huh?

What would you like?

Uh... vodka.

Can you tell me about it?

I can, yes.

Have a shot at it. You all right?

No, no, no. No holes.

But it still annoys me.

And you remembered that photograph I showed you?

The one you didn't wanna look at?

I found it.

You look at me like I'm a murderer.

Can you begin to understand how much I'd like not to believe it?

Surely you don't think I killed him in cold blood, that I planned it?

I think you should call your lawyer.

He hurt me so many times. He hurt so many people.

You shouldn't be telling me all these things.

I want you to understand. BREATHES SHAKILY

We, uh...

We were so...

We were... darling together.

So I stayed.

What you're telling me can be used if you're prosecuted.

Why wouldn't I be prosecuted?

Well, it depends on what happened.

I'd like to tell you. May 17

If you want to.

I knew Freddie was having an affair.

At least I thought so.

And he, um... he called me a...

He said I was...

When somebody's getting away with something, doesn't it just...?

I felt so victimised by him.

I just wanted to go to him and say,

"You're a liar. I have the evidence,”

and just sue him,

boy, and get rid of him.

But...

I had to be sure. I hired a private detective.

And, yes, Freddie was...

.having an affair.

It was... CLEARS THROAT

Joel Litkin.

His editor.

SHE SIGHS I couldn't believe it.

I just couldn't believe it.

I was crazy.

I... I said to him,

"Joel's the only one, isn't he?"

And he laughed.

I think his precise words were, uh...

"You've gotta be kidding."

I just went... SIGHS

I just Lost it, and...

I started beating on him.

Hitting him, kicking him, pushing him, shoving him.

I did anything I could, and he was finally on the ground.

And ... I...

...went to the drawer and got his gun. And he...

...he looked at it, and he laughed again.

And he said, You couldn't pull that trigger

if your life depended on it.

Well, at that moment, I thought it did.