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Yes, well, I'll tell you what I intend to do,

and shut the stink of what you just said out of this apartment.

That's what I intend to do first.

Secondly, I intend to buy me a gun.

You hear that?

Give me a chance, will you?

Getting a divorce is not easy.

How do you think having a baby is easy?

Linda, look, I love you!

You love me?

Oh, I heard that one.

Yeah, you love me, but you won't divorce your wife, will you?

And you will leave me with an illegitimate baby.

I said I want you out of here!

No, Garderbilt's starting to leave, too.

Maybe she'll forget that window.

Don't you talk money to me!

Here!

Okay, Barry, give me the gloves.

Listen, I'll call you later when everything's ready, all right?

Uh, look, what if the guy doesn't have the gun?

He has it.

Okay, maybe we should have waited.

Barry, I'll get the gun.

Uh, what about the recording?

You know, you haven't done that yet. - I told you I'd get it tonight.

I'll get it tonight. Hey, would you just relax?

Relax!

Everything's gonna be fine.

We're doing it tomorrow, Barry.

No more stalling.

Out, you pig!

And you better run!

Walter and Stiles are outside.

They got tools and satchels, and they're operating, and we got them.

Who's with you?

Stiles' brother. He's in the alley.

Come on, man.

She left the window open.

Okay, Tonto, you go around the front, head them

off, and, uh, don't forget their killers, too.

Got it.

Mrs. Whipple, you old bag.

What, are you spying on me again, huh?

I got news for you.

They're gonna break your lease.

That's so.

Yes, that's so.

Well, I don't want to have to tell you what you can do with that lease,

but it's all yours, honey.

I'm going back to real family.

First, I'm gonna kill me a hog.

Get me some satisfaction.

And the one that she screamed, you got nothing off that cat.

Police!

Okay, party time.

Your Stiles and Wilson...

Freeze!

Drop it!

Spread them out.

Lieutenant!

All right, Mr. Wilson just killed Mr. Stiles, or vice versa.

Anyway, he was a good New Yorker, very convenient for the taxpayer.

Sorry to push you like that, Mrs. Whipple, but... It's all right, officer.

I knew somebody'd get hurt sooner or later over that tramp from Texas.

Well, what tramp from Texas would that be, ma'am?

She's a waitress.

She calls herself an actress.

Hooker, she means.

She had herself a nice little love nest here.

And a sucker who'd pay the bills.

Hey, who's gonna pay for my holes in my wall?

Yeah, Detective Crocker, 220 East 54th Street, second floor, rear.

One for a squad car, one for the morgue.

Couldn't learn to drive a truck, fix TV or something.

I mean, you had to go and ruin that other poor lady's nice apartment.

The poor lady is buying a gun to kill her boyfriend.

She did say something about killing a hog and getting satisfaction.

How were the rehearsals, my dear?

Oh, the rehearsals.

First of all, I'll tell you, I had to wait in

that girl's apartment for her from about...

Oh, I don't know, 4 to 4.30.

Then in she comes, she has to have a snack, right?

Well, by the time we read through the scene a couple of times, which is not easy.

She's not one of your brighter people.

I'd say it was, gosh, probably about 9 o 'clock.

Anyway, we'll see. That was a big waste of time.

My darling, that sounds absolutely terrible.

And I'm genuinely sorry about that.

Thank you, thank you.

So, where are you off to?

I am off to that wildlife banquet that you insist on avoiding.

Oh, I'm sorry, darling.

Do you know all those grizzly statistics about poachers?

It's just very upsetting.

Ten thousand elephants killed a year.

It's unbelievable.

These are not my socks.

What?

Do you realize that I've bought every pair of socks in this drawer, and these are not mine?

Maybe the laundry made a mistake, that's all.

I don't think they even have the Ks on them, but they're not mine.

Kenneth, love, hey.

Could you give me just a few minutes before you go?

I need you really.

Yes. - No, no, no, no.

No passionate thoughts.

I only need your voice.

Are you sure it's just my voice?

It's just your voice, yes.

Then, my dear, I won't have the time.

Oh, now, come on, don't pout, don't pout.

Just once, cue me.

It's only half a page, all right?

Come on, the body.

Okay, honey, stockings.

I could take them and use them.

Well, what have we got here?

There's an answering machine and a love nest.

This is a highly organized lady.

When does she know when to get in?

Oh, she works all night, she says.

Well, she gets in around noon.

She put that machine in so she could get a lot of calls from agents.

She said she couldn't afford to miss one.

Never know when lightning will strike, honey, she said.

Well, he struck all right.

About a week later, he paid her all her bills fast and gave her a present.

She's pregnant.

Oh?

But you promised.

You promised to marry me.

I never promised to marry you.

Now, I will see that you get proper medical attention.

See that some amount of money is set aside...

so you can go back to Texas when this is over.

Look, I don't want this to be over.

I love you.

If I can't have you, nobody will.

Thank you, darling.

Go ahead.

Honey, read, all right?

Don't you ever threaten me again.

Ever.

You understand?

We will do this my way, not yours.

Terrific.

Absolutely terrific.

You're a regular Barrymore.

Did you really think that?

Yes, I thought you were wonderful.

Now go save the elephants.

I love you.

I love you, too.

You really thought that was great?

I thought you were wonderful.

Yes, I did.

Good-bye.

Bye.

Now, let me understand this.

Among the reports I'm to leave for McNeil when he gets back...

is one where his lieutenant has begun to investigate a homicide...

that has not yet taken place.

Just because a nosy landlady says that she heard a tenant scream...

that she's going to kill her old man.

It was also overheard by the second story man we caught.

Oh-ho.

How's that for corroboration?

Oh, that's it.

Terrific.

Just terrific.

My husband's voice on her answering machine.

It's the clincher.

Are you sure you don't want to just pull the trigger yourself?

You ready to get chickened out?

Hey, I could have gotten half a dozen guys to knock him off for you.

I didn't have to volunteer for this.

Sure you did.

50,000 just forced you to.

So relax, partner.

Hi, this is Linda Harper saying... this really isn't Linda Harper at all.

It's her answering machine.

So when you hear the beep, you know what to do.

Yeah, drop dead.

I hate those machines.

That's right.

Just leave any pearly words of wisdom... or good news on the act in front...

and I'll get back to y'all as soon as I can, by now.

Now, that's the sweetest sounding little black widow I ever heard.

Now, I will see that you get proper medical attention.

See that some amount of money is set aside...

so you can go back to Texas when this is over.

Don't you ever threaten me again. Ever.

You understand?

Hey, hold it. This is the police.

Are you still there? You hear me?

This is the police. Don't hang up.

Now, you tell me.

Do we really sit around and debate legalities...

till our body is delivered to Manhattan South?

It's your husband. He got suspicious.

He must have had you followed.

Barry, use your head.

Kenneth doesn't suspect anything.

I've been treating him like a saint for the last couple of months.

Look, he said this is the police.

Don't hang up.

Relax, Barry.

Just relax.

The landlady heard us.

Arguing she called the police.

It's as simple as that.

Yeah, well, you guess, baby.

For me, it's over.

Why?

We want them to find that apartment.

Tomorrow.

After they find your husband dead.

Not today.

Today, tomorrow. Come on. What difference does it make?

There's no way they can warn him.

His name is nowhere in that apartment, right?

A few socks, jacket with his initials on it?

Barry, there's no way they can trace him.

There's no one they can trace except Linda Harper.

And, honey, she doesn't exist, right?

Think, Barry, think, think.

It hasn't even been a crime yet.

You still want to go through with it?

Barry, you gave me the idea.

Oh, now, wait a minute.

You were just another rich woman always complaining about

this nice, dull husband that you married for the money.

Tell me, Barry, you suggest to a lot of these

women they hire a hitman instead of a lawyer.

Well, they don't have a husband worth several million

in trust funds and no way to get at it until he's dead.

I see.

We're not so different, are we?

No, I guess not.

We're both gutter rats.

We came from nowhere.

Money.

We will both do anything for enough of it.

I saw that in your eyes the first time I met you.

It's more than that.

Sure it is.

You have any idea how many men I slept with to get my first job?

In a chorus.

I mean before I was 18.

So I could take off my clothes in front of a lot of other men.

With tickets.

Well, I don't want to think about it anymore, Barry.

I want to do it.

Just the way we planned it.

So I can stand on my own two feet and never submit to another man again.

Not for the rest of my entire wonderful life.

Now, you on out, you get out.

Because I'll do it alone.

I recorded these messages off her answering machine after you left.

Three of them.

Before that last call from her boyfriend.

Yes.

This is Dr. Foster's office, Miss Hopper.

I see you missed your appointment yesterday.

Would you please call us to set up another?

Thank you.

Appointment for what?

She was pregnant.

I'm calling every Dr. Foster in the phone book.

Theo, what are you doing?

You have no case here.

What do you even know?

I know we had a shootout in some lady's apartment.

And that she threatened to kill her lover.

Somebody with the initials KHK.

And that's all I know.

Did you get a composite?

No. He never showed his face to the landlady.

Well, that shows you what happens when you make a lieutenant.

You get your own office and you have time to stop crimes.

Come on, Theo. Forget it.

Hey, all I want to do is figure out who the victim is...

and tell him this lady isn't horsing around.

What victim?

Will you shut up and help?

I nearly thought I was back home.

Heard that drawer sound to be like Galveston, New Orleans.

Anyhow, I got your piece here.

In 32, she has cost you two bills.

You check the bar. (...)

..

She's out picking up a gun.

You've been working with Tresher trying to bust that trade.

Any ideas who that gun peddler could have been?

How she got in touch with him?

You look long enough, you find a cabbie who doesn't laugh...

when you flash a few bucks for a lead to a gun salesman.

But that voice could be any one of 500 peddlers.

What about his accent?

How is this Texas, is it?

He said she was from Galveston.

How about New Orleans? That's close by, right?

Let me have the tape. I'll play for one of my contacts.

What was that last message?

All right, I'm hooked.

Linda will be one last word on the subject.

Rich don't mean he's nice.

Your life is far out, but he's a bum.

You should sue.

Get satisfaction.

Now, I'll talk to you Sunday.

I got to work a double shift tomorrow.

Bye.

Leave an officer at the apartment.

When this woman calls back, you find out what you need to know.

Suppose K.H.K. gets shot today.

I'll call you in a couple of hours, let you know how I'm doing.

Thanks, Steve.

Are you busy rehearsing?

Yeah, busy, busy.

Darling, I'm going to go to the... to the Palisades this afternoon.

And I'm going to photograph that eagle's nest that they spotted last month.

Arlene, hi.

Yeah, it's Mrs. Krug.

Uh-huh.

Can Barry take me at three?

All right.

I'll hold.

Getting your hair done again?

Well, I don't look too sexy for you now, can I?

Honey, come on. Tonight I'll...

I must talk to you.

You've got to listen to me.

Okay.

Whenever things were going badly between us, I think I was most of the reason.

Darling, I was spoiled and well taken care of.

Darling, please... Don't say no, because I know it's true.

I really know it's true. I always got my way.

They left me all that damn money.

They never taught me any consideration of other people's feelings.

I was never considerate of you.

Oh, darling, it's not true, Kenneth.

What, darling, what is it?

I don't know what it is.

It's a mystery.

Things have been so wonderful between us that I'm afraid to breathe.

If I knew what it was that made things better so

suddenly, I would grab it and put it into a bottle.

I'll tell you what it is.

What? - It's me.

I just got smart.

That's all I realized what I had.

Now you go.

Chase the sparrow, huh?

I'm going to wear that slinky dress cut right up to about there.

Well, maybe I should leave. - Yeah, I think you should leave.

Eileen, yes, I'm sorry.

It's Mrs. Krug again.

Okay, I'll hold.

I'll see you tonight.

I'll see you.

Bye.

Barry.

Ah, yes.

Can you take me this afternoon about three?

And are you sure you want to make that today, Mrs. Krug?

Yes, I'm positive.

Thank you.

Uh, Miss Hopper called here two days ago.

She said she had been to a doctor who said he

preferred not to be involved with terminated pregnancy.

Meaning?

She wanted an abortion.

Yes.

She said she was in her first premature.

The doctor agreed on giving her a preliminary examination, and then she didn't show.

She gave us no other information.

I'm sorry.

Well, you have my name and number.

If you should hear from the Miss Hopper, please try and reach me.

You put her on hold. Use another line, okay?

Thank you.

Kojak.

It's Nikola, Theo.

How you doing?

Okay, I think I got a motive.

He wanted an abortion and she didn't.

How about the accent?

There's a transplanted creole that hangs out in a bar near 9th and 42nd.

Strictly a loner, but he does come up with guns.

Name of?

Don't fall down.

Swampgas.

Well, I tell you, this don't work.

I'm gonna come back here and try it out on you.

Yeah.

$200 is a lot of money for a popcorn.

Now, why you want to talk that way, huh?

Pretty lady from Texas.

Shales.

They're already eaten there.

Terrific.

Peek-a-boo, baby.

Now, you wouldn't have to be a little creole gum manna

by the name of Swampwater or something like that?

Pardon, mais je ne parle à mi.

Sure you do.

Her name is Linda, Linda Hopper.

This is a .32 caliber weapon that you intend stiffen the two bills for.

Now, you tell me whether or not that gun has changed hands.

Vraiment, vraiment?

Je ne comprenais, monsieur.

Hey, baby, I got your voice on tape calling into a telephone.

Now, you want me to drag you down to the station where

it could take forever finding a creole interpreter?

You want to waste your time?

Come on, take me downtown.

Oui.

Okay, come on.

What for?

What's the gun in your belt?

It's not a gun, it's a belt buckle, you fool.

Charlie?

What you don't plant a gun on me, huh?

How long ago was she here?

Oh.

Okay, hands behind your back.

Monsieur, just a moment.

So she was here maybe five, ten minutes ago.

Well, describe.

Tall.

Dark.

Texas.

Merci, baby.

What are you doing?

Pedal death.

Hey, come on.

I gave you what you wanted.

You could call Manhattan the South and don't get any ideas.

Oh!

Oh, sorry.

Now it will take hours to get it out.

Ciao, baby.

Hi, Lane.

Ah, well, Mrs. Krug.

What will it be? Shampoo and a set?

I think we could just re-comb at Barry and be fine.

The gun is wrapped in a scarf on the top of my purse.

I'm not taking it.

What do you mean you're not taking it?

I don't like the cops coming around your apartment.

Look, I just drove by the apartment.

Someone was killed trying to rob it.

It has nothing to do with us.

I still don't like it.

Barry,

every cop in this city is going to think my husband was shot by a jealous mistress,

not by me, and certainly not by you.

So just take the gun out of my purse

and let's do it.

Be rich.

Well, uh, 50,000 doesn't set me up in anything.

You're going to have to do a lot better than that.

Well, my little gutter rat, now you're talking so I can understand you.

All right.

What if I, uh, come by on Tuesday?

I should have my hair washed and set for the funeral, don't you think?

I'll have 100,000.

Cash.

Even if I have to borrow it.

How do I know that?

Take it.

Your husband, I'll see you don't have it on.

Between now and 7 o'clock.

Lieutenant!

Lieutenant, I talked to the guy in the laundromat down the corner, two guys

across the street in the deli and a bartender, and in the two months that

she's been here, they've only seen her about half a dozen times.

Any description of this lover she's out to kill?

She's always been alone.

Well, secretly, I think they're both ashamed to be seen because they're bald.

The drain in the bathroom sink, no hair.

Just like home for me, I don't like it a bit, but I heard out of bed.

I saw a Swampgas at the office.

So the lady really did buy a gun.

Thanks for the help, Steve.

May I mention the fact that you still don't have a missing person?

Okay, so a corpse turns up shortly, initials KHK, shot with a .32 caliber gun.

We have that person, but it's a little too late.

Theo, you start sending stuff to the lab pertaining to this

Linda Hopper before she's an actual suspect for actual murder.

You are legally jeopardizing your evidence.

Insufficient cause, remember?

Hey, I don't want to be a stormtrooper.

I respect the lady's constitutional rights, okay?

Respect the fact that you cannot stop a crime.

And you know it, Theo. It's catch 22.

Baby, hello inspiration.

Instead of all this solid, infuriating advice, that makes sense, okay?

Last word on the subject.

Rich don't mean he's nice.

Your life is far out, but he's a bum.

You should sue, get satisfaction.

Now, I'll talk to you Sunday.

I got to work a double shift tomorrow.

Bye.

Right at the end.

After she finishes talking, just before she hangs up.

I got to work a double shift tomorrow.

Bye.

Some kind of machinery.

Maybe she works in a factory.

They're looking for you at Uptown Detectives.

Two witnesses brought in on the Anselma murder.

That was your case, was it not?

Sorry, Lieutenant.

I'll see you later.

Double shift tomorrow.

Bye.

Yeah.

A coin slot.

Machinery turning.

Metal doors slamming, and a coin slot.

Sure, baby.

Hello?

Yeah, this is Barry.

Room 301.

I'm going to unlock it, leave the key inside, and slip out.

You're going to call my husband at 7, exactly.

Now, is that definite?

Okay.

Okay, that's definite this time.

Good.

You the manager?

Yes.

Yeah, well, one of my men came in here a little while

ago asking about a very pretty, dark-haired lady.

Yeah, sure, Miss Hopper.

Well, look, I don't know what to tell you about her.

She's very pleasant.

Not that I see her too many times.

Yeah, well, I'm not looking for her right now.

I'm looking for a friend of hers.

I called her yesterday from here from that phone right over there.

Miss Hopper, have any particular friends that you might have seen her with?

Look, I don't know.

I'm here one man all by myself.

15 hours a day.

I got enough to do checking out machines.

I don't check out people.

Yeah, well, look, baby.

You're also a man.

I mean, check out the girls, fool around, have a little fun.

All right.

Now, look, it seems to me like the first time she come in,

she talk to a young chick that comes in here all the time.

Uh, Randy?

Judy.

Judy who?

Just Judy.

She's a waitress in the coffee shop on the next block.

Thanks.

Sure thing.

Now, that's illegal.

No, I told you, Judy, all I want to do is find a girl or her lover.

Now, so far, you're my only contact with her.

Not that I want to be nosy, but why?

Well, she's pregnant, right?

Obviously got a short temper.

Short temper, yes.

Well, I think she's gonna do a lot more than just sue this guy.

Like?

Shoot him.

Far out.

Not that I want nobody to get hurt, but that really is incredibly far out.

Not that I don't think she couldn't do it.

Not that I know her that well, really, except we

used to talk when she first came in the laundromat.

I was like a confidant, you know?

Not that we were all that close, but I guess she trusted me.

Yeah.

Any clue where she works, where I might find her?

She ever mention exactly where in Texas she was from?

She got an agent you know about?

She ever come in here with this guy?

She ever mention his name?

What did she tell you about him?

He was married, he had a lot of money, and

he was gonna divorce his wife and marry her.

Big luck down, huh?

Getting pregnant, and all he's gonna do is pay for the operation.

You know his last name?

Well, I got us his initials.

KHK.

And no way to track him down.

Well, I know his first name's Kenneth.

She told me that.

Well, tell me, anything else she told you about him?

Anything?

One day she asks me over to her apartment for a drink, so I go.

And she is carrying on about this guy and how he's big into spending his family's

money on saving the birds and the crocodiles and stuff.

And how he's a little freaky about this, but it's okay with her.

And how they really got this thing going.

And how he really digs brunettes more than his wife, who I guess is blonde.

And how he went to Harvard and everything, and that's it.

Thanks.

Well, lieutenant, we've got Kenneth H. King, class of 68.

No, he's an older man.

Lots of money.

Well, most of the Harvard Club members are mature men with generous incomes.

Here, what about Ken Krug?

Is he married?

I believe so.

A little over a year ago.

Is she blonde?

Very blonde.

At least she was the last time I saw her.

You know the type.

Unfortunately, we had to ask her to leave.

They argued rather loudly.

Can I use your phone?

His address, Mr. Taylor?

4240 Riverside Plaza.

Thank you.

Nicola Kojak.

Hey, I'm on over.

Get that swamp castle...

bailed out!

Now, who the...

I'm sorry for the noise, Mr. Taylor.

Am I blackballed?

I'll see you on Monday, Eileen.

Krug of Harvard.

I don't want to be announced.

34 on the left.

Charles, I just reached Bill Norton over at the

Audubon Society with some terribly distressing news.

I'll get it done.

He already called you?

What did he say?

Yeah, who is it?

Police, Mrs. Krug.

Is it important we're just on our way out?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm sorry to trouble you.

I'm Lieutenant Kojak, and it's urgent I speak to Mr. Krug.

Well, uh, he's inside, but as I said, we're just on our way out.

It's urgent, Mrs. Krug.

Very urgent.

Anything you want, Lieutenant?

What is it?

Well, I wonder if I can speak to you privately, Mr. Krug, in a personal matter.

Lieutenant, the only personal matter of any real concern to me

is the criminal disregard of endangered species.

Now, what is it?

I have no... no secrets from my wife.

This is a very sensitive matter.

All right.

As I said, I would prefer to handle it privately.

Now, if you're worried about any legal technicality, I can

assure you that you will have no problems on my account.

Mr. Krug, I assure you I've heard those words before spoken just as sincerely before.

Are we going to stand here and shout across the room or are you going to give me a chance?

All right.

Now, then.

What is the big secret?

It's not another woman, Mr. Krug.

You understand how I'd prefer to do it this way?

Another woman, Lieutenant.

I don't think I understand.

Oh, I see.

Okay, does an address on Fifth Street mean anything to you?

No.

The name Linda Hopper from Texas?

In fact, I've never heard of her, Lieutenant.

Ever see a pair of socks like this before, Mr. Krug?

Where did you get these?

In Miss Hopper's apartment along with a blue robe of sorts with KHK on it.

A blue robe?

Might that be the robe that we had accused the cleaner for losing?

I don't understand.

Have Kenneth's things gotten from our laundry into someone else's?

Well, since I have no choice but to talk in front of you, Mrs. Krug, I'm sorry to

say that your husband appears to have been

spending some time in this lady's apartment.

Kenneth?

Oh, that's nonsense.

An affair?

Are you suggesting an affair?

With a wife like Carol?

That's absolutely absurd.

Oh, darling, relax, please.

I don't believe a word of it.

Mr. Krug,

two burglars were arrested while breaking into this lady's apartment.

While we were on the scene, various things have now led us to believe

that the occupant has purchased a gun

and intends to kill you.

Kill me?

But for what?

It appears Miss Hopper became pregnant.

And this gentleman we believe to be yourself

refused to take the course of action she wanted.

How did you come up with Kenneth's name?

Girlfriend Judy.

She left a message on Linda Hopper's answering machine.

I managed to locate this Judy.

I'm serious, Mr. Krug, I think this lady's

preparing to shoot you on sight and possibly denied.

This is absolutely insane.

There is no other woman.

I adore my wife, Lieutenant.

There's absolutely no reason to look at anyone else.

Well, I'm sorry to say this too, Mr. Krug, but they tell me at your club

that the two of you had some rather outspoken argument.

Oh, Lieutenant, if we had any problems at all in the

first year of our marriage, it was entirely my fault.

I just...

I didn't appreciate what a extraordinary man I'd found.

Lieutenant, my wife found it difficult giving up the theatre at first.

By now, my rather ordinary life has come to appeal to her.

Well, darling, it's hardly ordinary.

No, I, um... I take a class now and then, I study.

It's enough, believe me.

We're extremely happy, Lieutenant.

You obviously have come for the wrong man.

Goodbye.

We have your voice on an answering machine, Mr. Krug.

Leaving a message for Miss Harper.

This is absolutely unbelievable.

We'll do this my way, not yours.

This was the message on the answering machine.

Now I'll see you get the proper medical attention.

See that some amount of money

is set aside so you can get back to Texas when this is over.

Don't you ever threaten me again.

Ever.

Understand?

Did you ever say those words on the telephone, Mr. Krug?

No, I never said those words.

Lieutenant, could you please give us some time alone?

There may not be time, Mr. Krug.

We'll call you. Please get out!

I'll see you to the door.

That message on the woman's phone, those were

the lines that you had me read for the play.

Yeah, that's right.

What do you mean, that's right?

That girl I was rehearsing with was her apartment.

So I...

I had the tape and I simply called it in and left it on her answering machine.

As a joke, Kenneth.

She's a practical joker.

I thought she'd get a kick out of it, that's all.

I went to her drama class and confronted her.

Would she know what I was talking about?

Oh, Kenneth, please.

In the socks?

In my robe?

If the other woman's apartment is that another joke?

I have no idea, Kenneth.

Well, then maybe we should ask the lieutenant.

Maybe he knows.

Wait a minute.

You wait a minute!

Are you?

Are you having an affair?

With a girl from my acting class?

So that would be just perfect.

Oh, my God. Please stop it, Karen.

Of course. That's what's happening.

I should have known better.

Oh, my darling, I'm so glad things are changing between us.

That we're past our little misunderstanding.

Right, I'm the one who's doing all the changing.

What are you doing, Kenneth, huh?

What are you doing when I think you're

developing pictures in your darkroom for hours?

Tell me, what are you doing?

Tell me!

Where's your ring?

Must have left it in the bathroom.

But you never take it off.

Now, what the hell is going on?

You keep your filthy hands off of me!

For a whole year, I was terrified...

that you were setting me up for a divorce.

That I was so happy when everything changed.

Whatever game you're playing with me, Karen, I'm no match for it.

I really am not.

What is it that you want?

A divorce, after all?

Oh, sure.

Carol Ublanski, former... nude dancer up against your army of Harvard lawyers.

What would I get, Kenneth?

What would I get? A thousand, maybe five thousand a month?

Your little handout?

That's, of course, if I never married again,

never did anything, never lived with anybody.

Well, no way!

Carol, who put you up to this?

Really?

Was it another man?

Was it the other woman?

Now there's no other woman, Kenneth.

That's me.

Making it look like you're having an affair and there's no other man.

Maybe it's all you.

My disgust for you needs no help from anyone.

Would... would you really kill me?

Yes, you would.

I'm sorry, but I cannot talk right now.

Well, you better talk, Mr. Krug.

What do you mean?

It means if you're interested in seeing some very intimate pictures of your wife

with another man before I show them to the newspaper,

then you better meet me at the Radamus Hotel, room 301.

And you better make up your mind right now.

Pictures with another man?

What else is there that I don't know, Carol?

Why don't you go see for yourself, Kenneth?

You can do with those pictures whatever you please.

It doesn't make any difference anymore.

Whoever you are, I simply don't care.

I think you should come right over here and bring the gun.

That's no way!

You get over here.

Because if I'm caught, you're caught.

Kojak.

Yeah.

No fingerprints at all in her apartment.

Just those of Wilson and Stiles.

That's the report from Forensics.

And no prints on Mr. Krug, and no women's prints at all.

Look, she wipes every pint off of that apartment before she storms out in her rage.

And this is a woman who forgot to close the window.

No hair in her sink, no fingerprints, no idea where she actually works.

We don't even know if she's really pregnant or just says she is.

Look, when you talk to Wilson again, let's see if he got any sort of look at that man.

All right, hold it.

Saperstein just left him.

Saperstein!

Did you ask Wilson if he remembered the guy?

All he remembers is a gal hooking up her garter belt.

Hey, Crocker, how many women do you know who still use garter belts?

Well, it's not that they're still using them, Lieutenant.

They went back to them.

And personally, I'm sorry to say, I don't know of any.

Well, suddenly I know two of them, which is one too many.

Look, you meet me at the Krug apartment now, and bring Rizzo.

The police were here?

It's fine, Barry, it's just fine.

They think Linda's gonna shoot him, and that's just what she'll do.

Then I'll leave here, I'll catch a cab, make sure the cab driver remembers me,

have him drop me off near the bus terminal and

disappear, and Carol will come back and... I'm fine.

All right, shoot him.

Go ahead, shoot him!

I can't.

Give me the gun.

And give me my ring.

Give me my ring and get out of here!

Is the Krug still up there?

I don't know, I just came back on duty.

Oh, there's one of their friends.

Sir, are the Krug's at home?

These gentlemen are police officers.

The Krug's, 301.

Crocker, grab him.

Give me a pen so you can come with me.

Come on!

Freeze!

This is Linda Harper saying...

This really isn't Linda Harper at all.

It's her answering machine.

So when you hear the beep, you know what to do.

That's right.

Just leave any pearly words of wisdom.

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