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Are you sure you don't have an idea?

I have one idea.

You.

You want out?

Can I get out?

I see who's over there.

I see Harmon.

Can I get out of this?

You're too good with the peace, Marvin.

What do you want me to use?

Peace?

Or the wheel?

That's why we want you.

You've got options.

All right, J.J.

Do they have a case or don't they?

You tell me, Harry.

Tell me if they have any more surprise witnesses like Stuart Bayliss.

One of my pilots makes a deal with the D.A.

and accuses me of smuggling narcotics.

You want an explanation?

Get it from him.

To hell with the smuggling.

We can beat the smuggling.

The D.A. indicated there are several murders involved.

What do you want me to say?

We'll see if there's any truth in it.

We have nothing to worry about.

I see.

Then what is Bayliss up to?

Maybe he's jealous.

Maybe he wants to own an airline, too.

And this girl?

Who the hell is she?

Why do they keep her locked in an ante room away from the other witnesses?

And what is she to Bayliss?

Or to you?

And what does she want to own?

Your body?

Officer Powers, please.

You've been with us all day. We don't need protection.

Orders, Mr. Bayliss.

We're going to Val's place.

We're going to change them.

We're going downtown to Fulton Fish Market.

They have great clam chowder.

Hope you're a vegetarian.

Thanks for the invitation.

Her name is Val Day.

She's a stewardess.

Is she connected in any way with any of the

killings that we have nothing to worry about?

I don't know the girl.

I heard she and Bayliss were cozy, that's all.

Harry, I don't like surprises.

Relax, JJ.

Maybe she's his security blanket.

Yes?

They're inside the girl's apartment now.

Better wait.

When you move, let me know.

I think we can make a case for you not being responsible for every pilot in your employ

who decides to bring in contraband of whatever nature.

And that Bayliss is an opportunist who got caught

and is now trying to involve everyone in sight.

I just wish we knew more about the girl.

Yes?

Let's go.

Thank you very much.

Lieutenant, haven't you pushed her enough?

This is like a good place to eat, to come here often?

No.

I'm not interested in your personal lives, okay?

It may be very beautiful, very exotic.

I don't care about that.

I'm only interested in what you saw, not why you're here.

Do you understand? - What comes from being a good citizen?

Yeah, well, look, here, good citizen.

Don't make me lose my patience, all right?

Because just one hour ago, those three people were alive.

I saw a lot of cars passing.

That's all I saw.

And then this one car looked like it was going to jump the curb and hit that truck.

What truck?

A truck.

What? What was it? Yellow, red, black?

The car was blue, a Plymouth.

Notify the prosecutor's office about powers.

Also tell them they blew it.

Come on, will you?

Frank, he was a cop and he had a job to do.

His job was to stay on top of these people because they were targets.

You know, if it was you, you would have taken them and tied them onto a bed post.

They'd be alive today, you'd be alive today, he'd be alive today.

I saw a white fish truck.

A white fish truck?

Amatula's Fish Market.

Did I say more?

No, sir.

Hey, Lieutenant, the ME says that they were shot and that they died instantly.

I saw?

Well, just because they were grand jury witnesses

doesn't mean it was connected to Harmon.

Bayliss was into a lot of shady deals.

All right, get Harry Bob Harmon and get him fast.

Thanks.

See you in the morning.

That was my office.

I'm afraid I have tragic news.

Stu Bayliss and the girl were just shot along with their bodyguard.

Don't say anything.

Not now, not yet.

Just pour me a drink, a big drink.

Lieutenant, our alarm picked up three hot Plymouths, not a scratch on them.

How about the truck?

The dispatcher's working on it now.

I'm gonna get something to eat.

All right, you go help him.

I was gonna eat first.

Oh, no.

Work first, eat second, okay?

Lieutenant.

You got a visitor.

Lieutenant Kojak, I'm Val Day's sister.

My name is Maria.

Oh.

Well, I'm sorry, Sister Maria.

Please, sit down.

I came here to tell you that I killed her.

You think that's gonna get you to heaven?

Yeah.

Well, it can't hurt.

I was supposed to go on the ride with them.

Val had this crazy idea that I had to taste the

chowder that you can only get down at the fish market.

But I had a terrible headache, and I insisted they go on without me.

I don't think they really wanted to go.

Val was very tired, but she insisted she'd bring some back for me to eat,

even if it was cold.

That was Val.

Did you identify the body?

Yes.

When can I take her home?

A few days.

Where is home?

Dayton.

We were born there.

She left, and I stayed.

Really?

Our parents had been dead for six years.

Then why are you in New York?

The hearing.

I wanted to be with Val.

Maybe to share the danger this time.

Not hide from it.

I really helped.

Did you know Harmon well?

I don't know.

Except for the cards she sent.

I had no idea of who or what made up her life.

Two sisters couldn't have been more different.

Val is the adventurer.

Her cards from Ceylon and Turkey and India.

They were the big events at school.

And when she comes to visit.

If I keep saying is instead of was, she isn't really dead.

In my mind.

Sit over there. You know the procedure.

He doesn't look like the kind of man who would have people killed.

But he has, hasn't he?

I've read that he's gotten away with murder before.

Is that really true?

Is he really that evil?

I'll call you later, okay?

The law that says you're supposed to tell me why I'm here.

Don't you talk to me because I know you and I know you very well.

1961, grand larceny.

Acquitted.

1968, violation of cartel act.

Acquitted..

1970, contempt of court.

I know.

You paid a hundred grand for some poor slobs who you razzle-dazzle with your deals.

They go blow their brains out and you pass her on the green.

Ain't that right?

I didn't feel like serving a contempt center.

You mean you were afraid of serving.

Frankly, I didn't believe my ears, McNeil.

I thought you were smarter than this.

Frankly, Theo, I didn't believe my ears.

I thought you were smarter than this.

Did you hear? I'm overrated.

Are you okay?

Fine.

What was the point?

Harassment.

I didn't like being brought in here.

That was his point.

Lieutenant...

The the truck driver from Amatula's fish market remembered three

digits on that license number, that Plymouth.

SBIS is working on it now.

He also gave us a description of the driver.

Stavros, you've seen a lot of hitmen in your time, haven't you?

Well, the list is legion.

Yes, well, amongst that legion.

Did you ever see any of them wave a bottle before they go to hit a target?

Maybe he wasn't a pro.

Three shots, three bodies in a few seconds?

No, he's a pro.

Go get him.

Lieutenant Kojak?

What a piece of luck.

I mean, you're not looking for a sister of the order.

Instead, I found you.

Unescorted, available, and a sight for sore eyes.

Thank you for bringing me here.

It's your idea.

Well, I'm not exactly sightseeing, not the way I feel,

but it's just that Val said that she came here often.

Maybe it was this table, that waiter.

Maybe they ordered what we'll order.

I'm still living her life without any of the risks.

Whom shall I send a card to when I leave here?

Hey, Theo, what the hell?

Not no good, Leo?

I seem pretty in this doll.

But then I woke up from my dream.

Yeah, Leo here, he's a poet.

I could add him for the wife.

Well, I hope it's the first of many.

Smiles.

Okay.

I'll be like that.

Health and happiness.

Thank you for not going there, there, and patting my head.

Hey, you're a big girl.

You may not have lived like your sister, but you know where it's at.

You know good from evil.

You said... she sent you cards from different places.

My treasures.

I've had a few of those a month since Val joined the airline.

Sometimes she'd come to visit me and tell me about her travels.

Will Harmon be punished?

Well, we'll get a conviction of the narcotics smuggling.

Five to ten, maybe less with parole.

How much less?

A year at the most, unless we can nail him.

You haven't been able to nail him up to now.

A year in prison for taking life?

For a man like Harmon, it's worse than a death sentence.

Here, some guys just can't be penned.

They break.

I know it's not much, but it's all we can look for.

It's not enough.

I'm here because you found out he comes here regularly.

I hate him.

Sister, listen to me, okay?

Harmon is bad.

He's evil.

And he's very powerful.

You better learn to live with that.

Now, above all else, I don't want him to get mad at you.

Because it doesn't give me any satisfaction

picking up guys after they've killed pretty girls.

Okay?

How can I ask you to understand my loss?

A cop has been killed as well.

I thought you understood that.

I'm sorry.

We're not in South, Detective Stavros.

Yeah, go ahead.

Yeah.

Yeah?

No, man, it was a Plymouth.

Well, why don't you say so right away?

Okay.

Lieutenant, they found a blue Plymouth near the Brooklyn Bridge.

It was stolen yesterday.

It had white paint on it, dead on the side.

Talk and tell us who drove it.

I'm sorry, Captain.

They already worked it over.

There's no fingerprints, no nothing.

It's clean as a whistle.

Morgan at Forensic.

Tell him to do it again personally.

Have I had a dime for every time I've heard clean as a whistle?

No, that's good work, Stavros.

I mean, good police work, okay?

You ought to give him a raise, Captain.

Or get him a pot for his plant or a plant for his pot, whatever.

Well, if things are going so good, how come you're not dancing?

You know, a hidden man who handles a wheel.

That's a very special kind of professional.

But I'm not worried. We'll get him.

When that guy gets here, you'll see real money.

Ten grand only buys carved beef and boiled potatoes.

You called him?

I'll tell you what I did.

I said be here with more money or else.

I said I'm with a scared little man who'll never be anything if I don't push him.

That's what I did.

I told you.

Did you, Marv?

Marv, you're a schlepper.

I took you from Elizabeth.

I thought I was getting something.

So I'm gonna fix it so you are not a schlepper anymore.

He's bad.

He's cold.

He's a dead man.

You don't fool with a guy like that.

Call him.

Say, forget it.

I told you I made a deal with him.

Did he tell you it was a job for Harry Bob Harmon?

Okay.

Come on.

Where is it?

And don't be in a rush to go.

I want to count it.

You can con him but...

but not this lady.

Okay, thank you.

Lieutenant, Morgan just called from forensic.

They went over the car again, picked up a print that might be interesting.

Marvin Rubikoff, a barber, took a fall eight years ago.

Oh, yeah? For what?

He's a wheelman on a bank job.

I'll get his picture from the photo section, give it

to Interpol and spread it around to the witnesses.

How did Morgan find the print?

He filled up at his self-service station.

Self-service...

That's what you call beating a small tip and giving us a big one, right?

Why are you hounding me?

I called you as soon as we determined that these DOAs were

the same two that matched a bulletin from your office.

Ah, good work, Lee.

Does your captain know what a fine man he has in you?

Who do you have on the case?

Ah, Lieutenant Lee, son of a gun.

I knew this wasn't my day.

Captain, has Lieutenant Lee solved the case yet or isn't this the one that's

going to get him to the commission's office?

You see, Kojak doesn't even teach him how to say thanks.

For what?

We passed out all the photos to all the hotels

and we were on our way when you got here.

Forensic says there was no money on either of them and there's nothing in the room.

The bellhop saw him flash a bankroll last night.

Then it was a robbery.

How many shots fired?

Three.

Nobody heard a sound in the other room.

No silencers, sorry.

Scratches on the barrel.

Saperstein!

Yes, Captain?

The guy who hired Rubicoff.

They must have met somewhere.

Rubicoff's wife had friends.

She went to a beauty parlor, bought vegetables.

Go, seek, ascertain.

Okay, Captain.

Crocker, I want three men on Harmon, double shifts.

And Crocker, remember, harassment.

Harmon's lawyers are watching, waiting.

Captain, you sweating?

Do I look it?

Thanks a lot.

We'll see you.

She still there?

Yes.

This is all I could get.

She's a sister of the order, hard worker, well liked.

Came down here on Bayliss's invitation.

He paid all bills.

She's never been anywhere.

Never did anything.

Never in any kind of trouble.

Her sister's dead.

Why is she still here?

For God's sake. She's a nun, not a syndicate hitman.

She can't hurt you, can she?

Can she?

Tell me, Elizabeth, how come a lady like you is

acquainted with a street ruffian like Marvin Rubikoff?

Well, I didn't know him.

Only her.

He was a hair stylist.

Oh, well, you know the sheet.

That's a biography we keep on people.

It shows that he's a barber.

Oh, good Lord, Lieutenant.

I had hoped that you would acquire some level

of sophistication from our relationship.

A barber, Theo.

Cuts hair.

Ibis is a hair stylist.

And what was she, a nail filer or a manicurist?

She used to be a lady.

This is ridiculous.

And you had no idea that Rubikoff was a hitman.

A hitman?

Oh, my, your colloquialisms.

Did you learn them from him, too?

A hitman is a hired killer.

My dear Captain McNeil, I have had my problems in my time.

Associating with criminals was not one of them.

No, I didn't have any idea.

Rubikoff was your boyfriend, right?

I mean, he was your paramour?

Wasn't he your indiscretion?

He had a lot of money and a lot of charm, once.

It's beneath me, really.

The coat, a new one?

Yes, it's something I just picked up.

Paris, London?

Moscow.

New York, actually.

Did Marvin buy that for you?

Helen, actually.

Apparently guilty over her relationship with Marvin, I presumed.

She needn't have been.

I poked and I prodded.

I mean, all that sudden affluence of this coat.

Tea at the plaza.

Sherry.

She wouldn't tell me a thing.

She would not tell her a thing.

Frank, we're talking to a lady.

I mean, how often do we get to talk to a lady?

Where was I?

I think it was Sherry at the Waldorf.

Well, very good, as I recall.

Anyway, she finally said that Marvin had made a deal.

And that she was going to make it pay much more.

A man had hired Marvin to do some special job.

That was in the afternoon.

That night, they were both dead.

Do you remember his name?

Zeef, or Zoff.

No, Elizabeth.

Zeif.

Walter Zeif.

Like milking a dry cow.

Forgive him.

Where are you from, baby? New York?

Oh, Hell's Kitchen.

Florist, take your time.

Let's finish with it.

I ask you here to make some sense of this.

You're a nun.

If I'm to be judged, it will be by a jury of my peers.

Not by you.

I forgot to ask, do you want the flowers delivered to the house or to Brookdale?

The house!

I feel badly about your sister.

I do.

And I can't bring her back.

But I can do something else.

The convent school you teach in needs a new gym.

Surprised I know?

I can tell you more, Sister Maria.

Silent.

Sixty-hour week with the kids, then volunteer nursing at the Veterans Hospital.

One other thing I learned, dear sister, they said you were smart.

All right.

Be smart.

There's nothing you can do to hurt me.

You are going to hell, Mr. Harmon.

And I shall take you there by the hand.

That's the only way to accomplish it.

What if you, uh, you got inside information?

Postcards, Mr. Harmon.

With dates and places and names.

You and I, Mr. Harmon, hand in hand, will burn together.

Dreams.

What is real?

What is the dream?

I see your misty eyes and hear your sighs.

And soon the day is dawning.

Dreams.

What is real?

What is the dream?

I see an empty room for all too soon.

We said goodbye at dawning.

I should have known that it would end.

You have

a chance to land.

Dreams.

What is real?

What is the dream?

I want you here with me.

But, oh, I see it's just a dream.

I'm dreaming.

That's all for now, okay?

We'll do it again later.

They heard me singing and they knocked on the door.

The coroner's going to release your sister's body tomorrow.

Why don't you take her home and put it all to rest?

How can I?

Why should I have to?

She was good, she was beautiful.

I just see her everywhere.

Your sister wanted fun, and she wanted money.

So she and her boyfriend, they were smuggling stuff that ruins lives.

No!

Oh, yes.

And she got caught.

Would she go to jail?

No.

She had an ace in the hole, Harry Bob Harmon.

And what'd she do?

She copped a plea.

She was beautiful, all right, but she peddled

that poison like any other street vermin.

You're outside Harmon's house again today.

I mean, what's he serving?

Are you following me?

No, you've been there a lot of times since this happened.

You have been following me!

If he's meant to hang, he'll hang.

Why don't you just leave it alone?

But will he?

Will he?

Won't he?

What you really want is for him to go after you in front of witnesses, right?

In front of me.

So I can put him away forever.

Harmon kills none.

You get two executions for that.

Oh, that's a great idea.

But look, you'd be dead too.

I must be a terrible burden.

You're a joy.

But you're a pain.

I suppose you go back to David.

I think I'll say no to this one.

What's wrong?

A nun is magic.

You gone religious? - No, I've gone old.

And tired.

And scared.

Zeif, you may be a lot of things, but you've never been scared.

That's why we've done business for so long.

It's different now. Kojak's on it.

He knows me.

I got worried he's looking for me.

And she wears black.

I feel a mood I just don't like.

Kojak's just another cop.

And she's human.

She bleeds.

I'm telling you, together they're building my coffin.

Do it for me, Zeif.

Or I may have to make a call about you.

Mr. Harmon wants, sister.

I'm sorry to do this, sister.

Forgive me?

I understand.

I was just at church praying for forgiveness.

Well, if we had left the city when I told

you to, none of it would have been necessary.

Hey, look, it's not gonna make you feel any better, but I, uh, I spoke to the D.A.

They're not gonna take any court action.

They feel that Zeif, obviously, was gonna kill you.

And like I said, it's not gonna make you feel any better.

This is what he was after.

Good luck.

Eight major drug shipments last year from Iran, Turkey, India, and down the line.

Eight postcards from Iran, Turkey, India, and the rest.

And the same eight dates as the drug shipments.

A lot of things happen on those dates.

That doesn't incriminate Harmon.

But it is proof that Val Day was involved in every one of those shipments.

And we have her sworn deposition that Harmon met

with Bayliss and masterminded the transaction.

I got a one-way first class ticket to Dayton for sister Maria.

We be sure she makes that plane.

Yes, sir.

Thanks, fellas.

And I mean thanks.

Hey, about the nun.

She's a very nice person.

You can almost forget when she isn't in habit.

Yes, she can.

Give me the Dayton Police Department.

You didn't eat much.

I hate goodbyes.

I spend my life saying goodbye to people that

go on with their lives while I remain in hiding.

I spoke to somebody about you today.

Spoke?

The archbishop.

He said the church has been known to to make

special dispensation in cases like yours.

Total absolution from guilt in this man's death.

Dear man.

So very tough and so very good.

I know why you're rushing me off.

And it isn't all because of Harmon.

And I'm flattered.

Hey.

It's tough, okay? Don't make it tougher.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry.

All right, go get her bags.

Make sure she doesn't miss the plane.

Goodbye.

Regards to Dayton.

Go, Jack.

Here's the latest poop on Harmon.

At 11:10, Martinson's delivered a bunch of groceries.

At 12:05, there was a delivery from the Plaza Floris, a big floral job.

At 12:35, the lawyer Florentino came and left, and Harmon's still inside.

Enjoy your visit.

Thank you very much.

Kojak.

Here, Dayton, put them on.

Hey.

Take it easy.

So quick?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Are you sure?

Yeah, okay, thanks.

Huh?

Yeah, I guess you could call it bad news.

I'll see you. Yeah, keep Dayton safe.

It's Stavros on three.

Yes, Stavros.

Lieutenant, I just put her on a limo to Dayton.

What limo?

The limo to the airport.

Stavros, I said, see that she got on the plane.

I didn't say see that she got on the bus.

I want to make sure she didn't get off a moving vehicle until she arrived in Dayton.

Well, I know she didn't get off.

I watched her drive away.

See if her nun got off the bus at the terminal.

Then see if her nun got on the plane.

Okay.

Get Crockett at Harmon's house.

And get a backup team.

Why would she not get on the plane?

Why not?

Because Sister Maria doesn't play the guitar.

How's that for a good reason?

723 to Central K.

Harmon's proceeding east.

Tell the lieutenant that he took the floral arrangement with him.

Who's a big limousine?

If you come back here, I might hurt you, Crocker.

And call Plaza Flores.

Find out what cemetery those flowers are going to.

Okay.

Hey, Lieutenant, I just spoke to the florist, and he doesn't know anything,

but they do make up a bouquet every year, and they do know it's for Harmon's mother.

Okay, find out where.

There are 250 cemeteries in this area alone, Lieutenant.

Well, aren't you the lucky one?

Because you can take all the 250 cemeteries and

find them in one department of vital statistics.

I have two units standing by.

And tell my able unit to cruise, all right?

I'll pick them up along the way.

Anne Elizabeth Harmon died in 1968 buried at Bookdale Cemetery.

All right, kids, stop for us and follow me.

Okay.

Crocker, you wait here for backup.

Rizzo, come here.

Stay just as you are, Mr. Harmon.

On your knees.

You're not going to shoot me.

Bow!

And Sister Maria, she doesn't sing songs.

And Sister Maria, she doesn't play guitars.

And one more thing.

The way you looked at me in the restaurant.

We came home from court.

I was exhausted and my head hurt.

I fell asleep and Duke took Maria down to that little food place, I insisted she try.

When I woke up, it was on the news.

I was panic-stricken.

I knew that he'd try again until he got me.

In that room alone, I began to think about Maria.

And her habit was in the closet.

And I'm not a killer.

It doesn't come naturally.

I had to see if I could work up to the hate.

And I finally did.

Do you understand?

I understand.

But I don't condone, Val, I'm sorry.

I really didn't know what I was getting into.

The narcotics...

I want you to believe that.

I do.

Or maybe I'm just a sucker for a chick with a guitar.

We'll get together, okay?