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You know the foggy one.

♪ I was a young man

♪ a bachelor, I lived all alone ♪

♪ I worked at The weaver's trade ♪

♪ and the only, only thing That I did that was wrong ♪

♪ was to wed a fair young maid

I got to check on something. Keep on singing.

All right, police. Hold it. Put your hands up.

Hey.

Wait.

Oh.

I been killed.

I got your message. What do you say?

Are you telling me that the Perpetrators totaled the victim

With sandy's own gun?

Well, yeah.

Hey, lieutenant,

These guys did a cha-cha On sandy's head.

Why don't you Wait until he's finished

Before you take his statement?

Or better still,

Would you two like To ghostwrite it for him?

Just as I thought. You smell like a distillery.

He's dead, theo.

Little tommy fallon's dead.

He's the best buddy A guy ever had.

Went six rounds with willie pep In the old gardens,

You know that?

When he was young,

He had the fastest hands In brownsville.

Okay, we hoisted a few. I was off duty, wasn't I?

What hell kind of an answer Is that--on duty, off duty?

You're pie-eyed, A civilian's been blown away,

The hondos are off and running, And you lost your hardware.

I lost more than that, theo.

Hey, lieutenant, Go easy on him, huh?

Easy?

Wasn't for you boy scouts Protecting him all these years,

He wouldn't Be in the jackpot he's in now.

Flopped.

18 years on the force And no straight-arrow stuff

And right back in the bag.

What'd you expect?

Did you really think your Testimony would turn the trick?

With what the shooflies dug up,

You're lucky you weren't named A co-defendant.

Theo, I am not judging, But the man is an alcoholic.

He was so juiced Last tuesday night,

He couldn't even provide A working description

Of the guys That whacked his pal.

Frank, he was off duty.

Do you know how many Citizens' complaints

We've had against sandy Alleging excessive zeal?

How many disciplinary hearings He's finessed?

Shouldn't the plus factor Of a man's career

Be weighed against The evidence?

Why don't you check His arrest record?

There aren't ten men In manhattan who could top it.

Okay, maybe he's had more than His share of beefs,

But nobody's ever accused him Of skimming

So much as an egg cream, frank.

Which is why they didn't just Hand him a tin cup

And kick him loose.

Ripped out of a uniform.

That's a slap on the wrist, I suppose.

No, but at least he didn't Lose his pension, theo.

Look, if he keeps His nose clean,

In two years, He can pack it in.

I was in captain brennan's Office up at the old 2-9

The night he pinned the gold On sandy.

The grin on that man's face,

You could've lit up Shea stadium with it.

You know, To take away his potsy

And swap it For a patrolman's baton,

You know something, frank?

It would've been kinder To shoot him on the spot.

Don't take it so hard, Skipper.

It had to happen Sooner or later.

- we both knew that. - oh, yeah?

Sure, we did. Why kid ourselves?

When lucille died, I climbed into a bottle.

I been receiving My mail there ever since.

Back to rattling doorknobs. Ain't that something?

Checking the glass just like Some fuzzy-cheeked rookie

Fresh out of the academy.

Not that I intend to be In harness long enough

To lose the crease in my blues.

Maybe I had to have a building Fall on me to get the message.

But I got it. I'm off the sauce.

I haven't touched a drop of Anything stronger

Than tiger's milk Since the shooting.

Not to myself, to the force.

I owe this much to that Little fella tommy fallon.

It was my piece That cut him down,

And it's out there somewhere In the city at this very minute.

Tell them not to retire My gold shield yet.

I'm coming back to pick it up.

Sandy, don't be a chump. That's a sucker's game.

And you're too old To tilt at windmills.

You take my advice. Coast.

Two years. You could phone it in.

I can't do that, theo. I'm not built that way.

I know the odds. What other Flops have had a second chance?

I've still got my smarts, My street contacts, my stools.

A uniform and a foot post Doesn't put me in siberia.

One for the grandstands, That's all I need,

And the p.C. Will have to Reinstate me.

See you.

All right, sergeant hearn, Move them out.

Gentlemen, take your posts.

Not you, officer beach. You come along with me.

I know the way, captain. I ought to.

I been covering that territory For the last six years.

No doubt.

Nevertheless, We'll do it my way,

If it's all the same with you.

I believe in Speaking my mind, beach.

Saves time and avoids a lot of Future misunderstanding.

I don't like detectives. Never have.

It's the boys in blue Who do the scut work

While you high-kickers hog The limelight.

Puts a big lump In my breakfast oatmeal.

But I'll tell you, hotdog,

One thing in the world I got Less use for than a detective,

It's an ex-detective. You receiving me?

- loud and clear. - that's good.

'cause I wouldn't want to have To taxi to work every morning

Just to make sure I was getting my message across.

You get the notion that Thanks to your hooks upstairs,

You're in on a pass

And you can just coop your way To retirement, forget it.

No dogging it In my precinct, mister,

And no showboating, either.

Guess you been wondering why

A veteran of your years And experience

- wasn't assigned to an r.M.P. - you're the c.O.

- you're a lush. - what do you mean?

Put you in a blue and white With an another officer,

Next thing I know, I'm buying Part interest

In a funeral wreath.

It's your funeral wreath, I don't care.

It's your partner's, That's gonna smart.

Now, with a foot post, You're on your own.

This beat's got the highest Crime rate in the precinct.

Turn up bombed, They'll eat you alive.

Malloy, this here's Your relief: officer beach.

Get in. I'll haul you To the house.

Hey, captain, I appreciate Our little talk,

But don't sweat it On my account.

As a shave-tail rookie,

I raised my first set of bunions On this beat.

It didn't bury me then, And it's not gonna whip me now.

Hi, bunky. How you doing?

♪ bad, baby

♪ mama, mama, mama

Ozzie, baby.

It's me, sandy b.

Hey, detective beach.

Hey, papa got the word.

Told the sucker, "Uh-uh. Must be some kind of shuck."

But it ain't no bull, huh?

They really got you Pounding these tiles again?

What they got and what they Get are two different things.

That's where you come in, Old buddy.

You're gonna fly me Off this block.

Me? How I gonna do that, A nowhere turkey like me?

Don't jerk my chain, ozzie.

If I had a nickel for every time You played lookout

For some wildcat safe Or loft knockover,

I'd be soaking up the sun In miami.

I could've reeled you in Years ago,

But I was trolling For bigger fish.

That don't mean I won't roll over on you now.

I'm so hungry,

I'd throw the net over Father malachi's bingo game.

Hey, baby, I ain't said no, Did I?

It's cool, baby.

What you want? Let me know. I do what I can.

What do you know about Three warehouse boosters?

They were wearing ski masks. That ring any chimes?

Nothing jingles, But I got a whole lot of nose.

Use it.

Five more bills If it comes up cherries.

♪ well, well, well, well, Well, well, well, well ♪

♪ well, well, well, well

Okay, rogaz, come on. Go. Let's go.

Come on, move.

- come on, move it. - come on, get in there.

- move it. - let's go. Let's go.

Cannon too. It's already wasted two men.

- yeah, why press our luck? - yeah, right.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

It's a free country.

I stand On my constitutional rights.

I can park my cart In front of any store.

- we know. Any store, right. - anytime I want.

- look, wait a minute. - let me ask a question of you.

- what's wrong with competition? - yeah, we have a little--

Hey, beach. You okay, beach?

If it's More than you can handle,

We could always call out The tactical squad.

- I can manage it fine, captain. - glad to hear it.

It's the commissioner's Wedding anniversary.

I'd hate to spoil his day. Take off.

Now listen, you two.

We're gonna settle this thing Once and for all.

You're gonna move this Around the corner...

I'm an american, And I want to talk to clements.

Don't tell me be quiet.

What do you mean, Don't tell you be quiet?

One slug Right in the old aorta.

Ballistics is doing a trace.

Mm-mm-mm. Jack baker.

A familiar face, Tall and sundry.

But how come He's so rigor mortis, crocker?

A deuce at green haven On a felonious assault.

Back among his peer group Less than a month,

And here he lies, dumped in The wilds of central park.

- gives one pause. - it do?

Paperwork, junior.

A lot of bureaucratic nitpickers Are gonna be asking why.

Got the answer, hmm?

Well, I don't.

Police! Police!

What's the matter with you, Kid? Are you crazy? Huh?

He tried to rob me, officer.

He said he'd slit my gizzard If I didn't come across.

Listen, you take off, Cockroach.

If I ever catch your bottom On my beat again,

You'll wish your brother Were an only child. Beat it.

Aren't you even Gonna book him?

I do that, I have to make out An arrest report.

You got papers for that .38, Mr. Persky?

Well, that's my point.

Suppose that was figured In the commission of a felony?

Suppose they killed somebody?

Such a bargain, How could I say no?

A gallon of muscatel Is all it cost me.

Three times I was held up Last year.

And you want to Protect yourself.

I understand that, Even if I do say so myself.

But the next time, You get a permit, okay?

And you purchase a handgun Through authorized channels.

You better give me that.

Under the circumstances, huh,

We'll just say It never happened.

Thank you, officer. Thank you.

Now look, this wino, We talking about bunky ott?

Yeah.

We know that in the past,

Baker found employment From time to time

As an enforcer For these various loan sharks,

But apparently without it Forming any lasting family ties.

Which means there's A better than even chance

He's drifted back into That line of endeavor

Following his release From green haven.

But in a city Full of shylocks,

Where do we begin, frank? Will you tell me?

Where do we begin?

- hey, lieutenant. - yeah. What do you want?

Ballistics report on the slug They dug out of jack baker.

It was fired from Sandy beach's .38.

So they come barreling Out that side door there,

And they head on down the alley.

They stop just long enough to Get rid of their masks and such,

And then they all pile into A cab, away they went.

And that's all you saw, bunky? That's all you can remember?

Unless you'd like The license number.

Huh?

Surprised you, huh?

You figured that Old bunky's brains

Got to be so pickled by now, He'd be doing well

If he put two words together With taking a nap in between.

Well, that's all you know. Used to be an accountant, sonny.

Couldn't tell you What day it is, maybe,

But I never forget nothing That's got to do with numbers.

3-4-2-0-ti.

Yeah, that's it-- 3-4-2-0-ti.

A felony's been committed.

Obviously a hold-up, and It's not reported to the police.

Why?

Had to be something Pretty heavy, sandy.

It don't take three hoods To knock over a dentist

And an answering service.

Yeah.

You wait for me At delany's bar, all right?

You understand?

Yeah. Do anything for you?

Yeah. I'm checking on A report of a disturbance

In one of the offices here.

You wouldn't know anything About it, would you, sir?

News to me. You?

Well, thanks anyway.

It's probably some patient Screaming bloody murder

When the doctor showed him The bill.

Buy you a drink, Officer beach?

When I got it, I'm the last Of the big-time spenders.

I want you to think, bunky. Think really hard.

Three of them. Can you describe them to me?

Were they tall, short, Fat, slim, young, old, what?

Young, yeah. Yeah, young.

Medium-size. Ordinary.

I don't know. So much is going on.

Everything is happening so fast.

Would you recognize them again If you saw them?

One I might.

- what? - the one I might.

He had a big scar on his hand.

Yeah, this is Patrolman lyle beach,

"D" section, Manhattan south division.

I need the registered owner Of a new york city hack,

License number 3-4-2-0-ti.

- what's that for? - silence.

What we talked about here

Never goes no further, You understand?

Now, if word comes back to me

That you been running off At the mouth,

You're gonna see a side Of my disposition

That's not very nice.

Beach!

I just stepped inside For a personal, captain.

Now, maybe you got Cast-iron kidneys, but I don't.

And if you doubt my word, Whistle up the relief,

And I'll trot over to bellevue For a blood test.

Sure, and if I caught you With your hand in the poor box,

You'd swear up and down It was done with mirrors.

I got your number, mister. One week. That's all I give you.

Do you mind if I preempt

Five minutes Of that week, captain?

I want to ask patrolman beach A few questions

In relation to A homicide investigation.

Far be it for me to impede the Wheels of justice, lieutenant.

Go ahead, take off.

Uhh. Could've been worse.

You could've been married Into his family.

Every time I turn around, He's taking another look.

Theo, I've got hookers On my beat

That don't cruise this turf As much as he does.

Homicide, you said. Tommy fallon?

Could be related. Here, jack baker.

Any chance that this Heist artist might be the guy

Who blew away your buddy?

I don't honestly know. Why?

He got took off yesterday Sometime with your gun.

Baker, huh? What's his m.O.?

The usual goon artist For hire.

But according to His yellow sheet, you know,

Warehouse heists Are not his cup of tea.

But in today's Depressed labor market,

Who can tell?

Two stiffs courtesy of my .38.

Boy, that doesn't butter My chances for reinstatement,

- does it? - sorry, sandy.

But look, if anything breaks, I'll keep you posted, okay?

See you.

Hey, ozzie, what can you tell me About rogaz?

Rogaz? Superfly loan shark.

Dude's got hisself a walk-in Somewheres on the block.

Deals in lots of trade.

Lower manhattan Savings and loan. I been there.

You already know? Then what'd you ask me for?

Because of what I don't know.

Is jack baker On rogaz's payroll?

- yeah? - rogaz?

Three kamikazes knocked over Your place yesterday morning.

They creamed jack baker And swung with a bundle.

You move your fanny,

You'll find one of them Noshing at the select deli.

There's a cab parked outside. License number 3-4-2-0-ti.

That's your boy.

Forget the ball game. You got work to do.

Let's us go somewhere Nice and quiet

And have ourselves A little chat.

Now.

- who are you? What do you want? - you made rogaz.

Where'd you stash that money?

Hey, slow down. Slow down, will you?

- what are you trying to do? - are you crazy?

You're going 50. You're gonna kill us.

What are you doing?

Slow down. The cops'll see us.

That's what I'm trying to do.

Slow down! Slow down, will you?

What are you, crazy?

Watch out for the car.

Police. Hold it.

11th precinct At 43rd and sixth avenue.

It's a 1013. Assist patrolman. Units responding.

This is 7-2-3. 10-4.

Can you talk?

What happened?

Skipper, I wish I knew.

Damn well makes two of us.

Open. Mm-hmm.

Now I'm gonna Have to change the dressing.

Hey, knock it off, will you?

Go give somebody a sponge bath Or something.

- I got some personal business. - but your shoulder is--

My shoulder can wait. This won't.

Go on now. Take a stroll. Take a stroll.

Beat it.

Dr. Ebhardt to g-y-n.

Oh.

I'm telling you, I was just a passenger, man.

Cab stops at a red light,

This dude jumps in Waving a cannon,

Orders the driver To take him uptown.

- that's all I remember. - oh.

Well, if that's so, How come this .45 cannon

Turns up in the backseat With your prints all over it?

And how come, corky, if you were Just a paying passenger,

The meter flag was up Instead of down?

What do I know?

You're leaning on a man With a head injury.

Ain't you never Heard of amnesia, cop?

Sure. I also heard of Post-nasal drip.

You got that too?

Maybe I can unscramble Your memory.

Corky cummings-- 17 priors, 4 convictions.

Widely rumored to be A syndicate button man

And erstwhile enforcer.

Fascinating.

Ain't it? Eh...

But you know what's even more Fascinating, corky?

On two previous occasions,

You were collared in the company Of one jackie baker,

Now deceased.

Now, would you care to comment On that, dearly beloved corky?

On your gravestone,

That's where you'll find My comments, cop.

You naughty boy.

An officer phoned earlier.

Said it was just An unfortunate accident.

Such a nice tenant, Poor mr. Patton.

You'd never know from His manners he drove a cab.

Oh.

Oh, my...

But the door was locked.

Apparently the window wasn't.

Well, who would do Such a terrible thing?

I mean, for what possible Reason? I don't understand.

Roger patton lived here For six months, mrs. Wetzel.

Surely you must know something About his personal life.

Tell you the truth,

I don't pay that much attention To my tenants, officer.

I just take a phone call For them now and again.

I took one for him last night. After dinner, it was.

- last night? From who? - he didn't leave a number.

He said mr. Patton Would know where to reach him.

Was schu-something. Schulman. Schulberg.

Schuster. That was it. Schuster.

His clothes are gone too.

I just don't understand it, Lieutenant.

Whatever could've possessed him? A man in his condition--

Hey, nothing to become Unglued about.

I got bored.

I snuck down to the rec hall To play a little pool.

Dr. Zystrom To the pathology lab.

I tell you to toss Patton's pad,

And what do you come up with?

An address book.

I send you to the fish market, You bring me back a leg of lamb.

I want my money.

I want to see Them gonifs laid out

With pennies on their eyes.

Lousy address book.

Not a name in it.

You couldn't run for councilman.

Except that one, maybe.

Initials "L.S."

Phone listed To a park avenue shrink.

Paul unger.

What's that mean? What's the connection?

- I don't know. - don't tell me you don't know.

Find out.

Patton's dead,

Cop's been burned,

Corky's in the hospital Under police guard,

And I'm out 100 gs.

Well, I want it back. You hear?

Nobody's gonna hit A bank of mine

And live to pile up interest.

Nobody.

Well, I hope you're satisfied. The wound is bleeding again.

Open.

That's nice. They should've Sent it to knucklehead.

What happened to your brains?

That slug had been A couple inches to the right,

You know they'd be Measuring you for a halo?

Take it easy.

Your little Off-duty vaudeville tour's

Gonna win you a commendation.

I can think of more Fun-filled ways to earn one.

What's happening on the baker Icing? Making any headway?

Good question. We've added a fresh wrinkle.

But what it signifies, I'm not sure.

Turns out that goofball We pried out of that cab--

Well, he was a kissing cousin Of baker's.

Wow, that's heavy.

If that's so, the most Mind-bending coincidence

Is my showing up At the accident.

I thought about that. I thought about it a lot.

You know, you and me, we clocked A lot of time between us, right?

And if you had something going, I figured you'd clue me in.

- huh? - something going?

Come on, theo.

I've been beaten, Demoted, chewed-out and shot.

I couldn't get something going

If you handed me 15 acres Of the las vegas strip.

There's an incoming call For you, lieutenant.

I told the switchboard To transfer it to this room.

Kojak.

What is it, fatso? When was this?

What was that address again?

Uh-huh. Any I.D. On the victim?

Leroy schuster. I got it. I'm on my way.

Okay. Just caught another homicide.

At least We're moving up in class.

This one's on park avenue.

Dr. Glover to ward three.

Operator, This is officer lyle beach.

I want to place a call To sergeant harry doyle,

Bureau of Criminal identification,

New york city Police department, yeah.

Sandy, I got it. "Schuster, leroy.

"Male caucasian, 26 years of age,

"5'9 1/2", 160 pounds.

"Black hair, brown eyes, Complexion sallow.

"Two g.L.A.S suspended.

"He did six months of a One to five for armed robbery

"Drew dismissed For lack of evidence last summer

In a suspected warehouse heist."

Does that do anything for you?

Yeah, does it say anything There about an injured hand?

Nope.

Harry, I'll tell you what else You can do for me.

Check on schuster's All known associates.

Hang on.

And then I...

This must be the barracuda You're looking for.

Nathan markowitz, Known associate of schuster.

"He sustained an injury To the hand

"In an accident In the machine shop

While serving time at dannemora. He's currently out on parole."

You got an address On markowitz?

Sure.

Lieutenant.

The body was discovered By dr. Paul unger.

That's him over there, The dude with the boss necktie.

The victim, leroy schuster,

Worked for him As a live-in houseboy.

Now, according to the doc, Nothing seems to be missing,

So what the perpetrator Was looking for

Is wide open To creative speculation.

Now, the doc can't tell us Nothing about schuster

Because the boy was only Working for him about a week.

- lieutenant. - yeah.

After I tossed the subject's Room, look what I found.

Complete set Of professional burglar tools,

This 15-shot 9-millimeter.

Kind of makes you wonder what This guy did on his days off,

- doesn't it? - fatso.

- yes. - get on the horn.

I want you to run Schuster's name past b.C.I.

And see if they hang a flag On it.

- yes, sir. - excuse me.

Captain.

I figured you'd rather Hear it from me first.

- hear what? - it's about sandy, theo.

Internal affairs received A complaint against him

Alleging police brutality From the mother

Of some kid he took down With his nightstick.

Their investigation Has uncovered a nest of snakes.

And I'm not talking about Suspension, theo.

We're talking about The likelihood

Of criminal prosecution.

Against sandy? For what?

Something to do with

Failing to report The confiscation of a handgun,

Suppression of evidence Relating to an armed robbery,

Bribing a material witness To buy his silence.

This is crepe-hanging time, Theo,

And the d.A. Has his hook in it.

Where you going?

Where the hell do you think I'm going, frank?

Stay away from him, theo. He's out of our hands.

He's not Your responsibility anymore.

The hell he's not.

That package I left with you A couple of days ago--

I'm here to get it.

You okay, sandy?

You look like something's been Chewed up and spit out again.

Ah, well, a little bug juice'll Knock the edge off that.

- oh, no, I don't want anything. - oh, come on now.

Take it. The mick's buying.

Dr. Freeman to the pharmacy.

Real knucklehead.

Ozzie, I need your help.

Hey, man, Are you sick or something?

You don't look too good to me.

The first thing you do

Is you call The lower manhattan bank.

You talk to rogaz.

You tell him If he moves his keester,

He could nail The last-surviving member

Of that knockout team

While visiting nate markowitz Here at the apartment.

- you got it? - got it.

You place yourself Strategically in a lookout post.

Fire up that banjo.

Keep on plunking it Till rogaz shows.

The music stops, I'll know he's arrived.

Suppose I can't reach rogaz?

Then you come back To the apartment.

- we'll go to plan b. - he won't come alone, you know.

No, I know that. Go on.

- want to sign this report card? - rizzo just took--lieutenant.

Later, crocker. Any word on sandy yet?

Well, I.A.D.'s Ordered a pick-up.

So far, no sign of him.

Fool. "One for The grandstands," he said.

I'd give a year's pay to know What in the hell he's up to.

Here's the yellow sheet On leroy schuster you wanted.

B.C.I. Just sent it over. But it's crazy.

Sandy beach called him A little while ago

- for the same information. - he did what?

Schuster. Sandy wanted to know.

Get me b.C.I.

The cop and his gat

And the leader of the gang That pulled the heist on you.

They're waiting for you.

You can get them If you move fast.

They're waiting for you now.

All right, troops, saddle up.

We just got lucky.

I'm telling you, man. This is dumb, dumb, dumb.

You're gonna take on Bingo rogaz,

The shape you're in?

He'll make kreplach Out of you.

Listen, heat. Use your head.

Now, I'm sitting on 100 k.

You let me walk out of here, I cut you in for half.

If I was on a money trip,

I'd have been on the pad 18 years ago.

I want the potsy back, turkey,

And you're gonna pay The freight charges.

Yeah, lieutenant. Markowitz.

"526 east 81st street, Apartment 2c."

Yeah.

Crocker, round up Two more volunteers, won't you?

It's show time.

Saperstein. Stavros.

You recognize it? You ought to.

It's the piece you lifted off me On the loading dock that night,

The piece that took little Tommy fallon out of the picture

And blew away a punk Named jack baker.

Nobody knows you dumped it In the alley.

As far as the rest of the world Is concerned,

You're still packing it.

So you found your cannon. So?

So this cannon is gonna notch Another piece.

Another stiff, maybe more.

Rogaz or whoever he dispatches To make a hit on you,

And an off-duty patrolman, Sandy beach,

Just happens upon the scene And is forced to gun down

The trigger-happy Nate markowitz.

Hey, you're crazy, You know that?

- you're out of your loving tree. - yeah.

I can see how It might look that way

From where you sit.

Makes perfect sense To me, though.

What could be more perfect

Than the man Who is most responsible

For me losing my shield Should help me to regain it?

You, patton, leroy schuster.

Three little nebbishes Reaching for the big time.

There ain't one of you Could carry rogaz's spit.

Apartment 2c, markowitz.

Officer beach is armed And waiting.

Of course, if you was to use The fire escape...

Mercy, mercy, mercy.

You heard the man.

Hold it! Police! Hey, up on the fire escape!

Keep 'em high. Back off.

All right, hang on to junior. Saperstein.

Get up. Get up!

From the looks of it, He simply bled to death.

Sandy.

What was the hurry?