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Oh, my god!

Well, looks like the mustache
Boys been at it again.

That's the way it looks, boss.

So some loser gets his ticket
Punched, what's the big deal?

- pete...
- tracy...

Lieutenant, this is
Patrolman peter orsini.

Tell him, son.

This d.O.A. Was a classmate
Of mine at the academy.

It's grimaldi.
Tony grimaldi.

- ralph gee's kid?
- could be.

Raphaelo only had
One son named antonio.

You check for I.D.?

Driver's license indicates

The victim
Was giovanni falconetti,

174 houston street,
Apartment 3c.

You can put it through escrow.

This is luciana grimaldi,
Ralphie gee's widow.

I'd appreciate it if you'd
Redball that autopsy report.

This one's family.

Get to a phone
And turn out the troops.

I want a door-to-door
Of the entire neighborhood.

Yes, lieutenant.
Right.

Deceased apparently expired
As a result of a bullet,

Fired at point blank range
Into the heart.

The absence of bloodstains
Tends to suggest

That the homicide
Occurred elsewhere.

How's that for openers?

Terrific.

Lieutenant,
Who's raphaelo grimaldi?

A living legend, crocker.

A squeaky clean straight arrow
With more guts than smarts.

You know, I rode shotgun
With him once.

We were both still in blues.

So, what happened?

Oh, maybe nine years ago,

Ralph's tooling home
From the old two-six,

When he spots
This lincoln continental

Doin' figure eights
On the f.D.R.

Checks his hot sheet
And gives chase.

Laid 'em off the parkway just
Below the queensboro bridge.

When these two teen-aged
Cockroaches

File out pitching lead,

Grimaldi evidently gave
As good as he got.

The meat wagon
Collected three corpses.

That would have been it,
Only it turns out the boosters

Are carmine and roberto
Donatello.

Franco's kids?

When they hit him with the
News the old man freaked out.

He swore he'd never rest
Until he buried grimaldi's son.

Who knows,
Maybe it was grief talkin'.

But tony's mama
Wasn't taking any chances.

She shipped the boy out
To be raised

By some relatives out west.

We all figured
He'd be safe there.

- well, then how...
- yeah, crocker...How?

Here comes the brass.

Where's the kid?

Over here, captain.

Who's the barracuda
With mcneil?

Captain bonaducce
Of the organized crime bureau.

What I want to know
Is what he's doin' here.

Well, how do we hack this?

Let's grab some coffee.

Yeah, saperstein,

The lieutenant wants us
To toss the apartment.

You've got the address.
I'll meet you there in an hour.

He asked in.

You think we run
A nationwide recruiting program?

Ever since
The valachi songfest

We've been scratching
For a fail-safe method

Of stiffing an undercover cop
Into the organization.

Four months ago we got lucky.

One of our most reliable stools
Was nailed on an adw.

With his yellow sheet,
If he didn't scratch our backs,

He knew he'd be spending
His twilight years

Trimming the warden's hedges.

Being a sensible man,
He caved.

We had our passport,

All we had to do was
Select a candidate.

We combed the list of applicants

Currently in line
For training at the academy

And finally narrowed it down

To the one kid who came closest
To filling the bill...

Of sicilian descent,
Raised out of state,

And an honor student
In his class at ucla.

And the son of a dead cop.

His mother already gave,
Bonaducce.

Wasn't once enough?

Enough for her, maybe,
But not for tony.

That kid could have been
Anything he wanted,

But what he wanted
Was to be a police officer,

So we obliged him.

He was enrolled at the academy,

Given a special course
Of training,

A brand-new identity
And a bogus rap sheet.

We did not send him down
The rapids

In a paper canoe, kojak.

We gave him the best we had.

Hey, wasn't enough.

Your stool managed
To bring him into the mob?

As an apprentice butcher

At the palestrina
Meat packing company,

Which is owned by
Franco "Six bits" donatello.

- that was two months ago.
- since then?

We've learned the hard way.

You want results,
You gotta practice patience.

Officer antonio grimaldi
Learned an even harder lesson.

Dammit, kojak,
He knew the risks!

Something else is bugging you.
Tell me, please.

Tony was in double jeopardy.

If his cover'd been blown,

Odds were they'd
Simply cut him loose.

You know, the syndicate
Tends to think long and hard

Before wasting a cop.

But the kid wasn't just
Another police officer.

He was ralph gee's boy.

Now way they burned him.
No way.

You want an audit, I'd say
He was offed by a rival mob.

Oh?
And where did you get that?

Because of where
They dumped the body.

That warehouse is leased
By umpire realty,

Which in turn is owned
By franco donatello.

You honestly believe he would
Deliberately deposit a corpse

On his own doorstep?

I want to talk
To your stool.

That's privileged information
And you know it.

If you're noodling
With the notion

That he rolled over
On grimaldi...

Not my drift.

I'm thinking if franco
Didn't order the hit

He's gonna be waiting,
Wanting some answers too.

And if I know "Six bits,"
He'll be asking the questions

At the business end
Of a blow torch.

All right, yeah.

I'll pull my man in
As soon as I can find him.

You splitting?

I've gotta see a dog...
About a man.

I'm captain marvel of
The new york police department.

Okay, let him in.

Tracking his dirt
All over my living room.

What am I,
Some kind of a lousy street punk

Who can't blow his nose
Without a diagram?

Iliana, upstairs.

Papa...

Come on,
Already it's past your bedtime.

I ain't gonna pay no fancy
Tuition to st. Theodora's

So you can nap
During your french lessons.

Good night.

And you too.

No wife of mine is gonna
Play hostess to no cop.

Yes, it would be
Rather declasse.

Good night, darling.

And you, the fox...

With all
The high-priced answers.

So tell me, consigliore,

How come kojak
Is shaking my tree?

I don't know.
I'll let him in.

Lieutenant, I want it understood
That my client

Will receive you
Against the advice of counsel.

- oh, shut up already.
- and quite frankly, this...

Get a hernia.

Well, spanky and alfalfa
Guarding the gate outside,

William jennings bryan
Here greeting you at the door,

And you're surprised
To see me, right?

If it's any
Of your business, cop,

Mr. Carver is here
On a social visit.

He did me a favor and hauled
My wife to the ballet tonight.

Frank, your under
No obligation

To explain anything to him.

He's here, ain't he?

He sure as hell didn't drive
All the way out here

To read the gas meter.

And as for those dum-dums
At the gate,

I don't need no hired cannons
To run pushy cops off, kojak.

I can rent a chihuahua for that.
It's my family.

Living out here in the tules,
I wanna protect my loved ones.

Protect, okay.
What about avenge?

Oh, don't give me no smoke.

Now, if you got a package
For me, let's have it.

Antonio grimaldi,
Aka giovanni falconetti,

Employee of the palestrina
Meat packing company

And undercover cop,

Found dead outside a warehouse
On the lower east side,

A bullet in his heart, period!

Raphaelo grimaldi's kid?

On my mother's grave, kojak,
It's the first I hear of it.

Uh, frank, as your attorney,
I've got to advise you...

You won't believe this,

But this news gives me
No satisfaction.

Nine years ago, yes.
Two boys dead.

A wife dying of cancer,
Can make me no more sons.

Yes, I wanted to see
Antonio in his grave,

But time has changed.
I changed.

I got a young wife.
She can make me more sons.

And you thought...

Yeah, you did, didn't you?

If you suspected me

You would have come
With more than your nose.

He was on your payroll.

The body turned up
On your piece of turf.

Nobody had a stronger motive.

If raphaelo's son
Was executed,

It was not by my orders.

I couldn't buy that,

We'd be having our conversation
In the squad room.

The iceman,
That's all I want.

Now you got ways of prying loose
Information I can't get at.

I recommend you do so,

'cause until I have
The answers, sonny boy,

This town won't
Be fit to live in.

Oh, please don't bother.

Either I'm being set up or
Somebody's sending me a message.

But who?
Now I want action.

I want real intelligence.

But first I want the guts of
That double-dealing lucertola

Who finessed grimaldi
Into that packing plant.

Frank, I think that would
Just prove counter-productive,

Because you know
The organized crime bureau

Is just going to be
Laying in wait.

Now they're going to be
Anticipating

Your making that exact move.
See?

Yeah, okay, but I'm not
Gonna take your advice,

But still I gotta make a move.

Now you heard kojak.
I know that hairpin.

Until he closes this case,

I'm gonna be wearing him
Like an appendix scar.

Frank, listen, I've got
An early filing in the morning.

If you don't need me I'll...

No, go on, drift.

Uh, darling,
Well, look, look.

- he was a cop.
- relax.

Darling, just relax.
Well, look, look.

Three miles from here
There's an old mill pond,

And all you have to do is take
The camera and the blanket

And the gun and just
Get rid of them there.

We'll be home free.

Dropping in on donatello
Just like that.

Somebody die and leave you
Your own police department?

No wonder
I can't flush my snitch.

Thanks to your skin-headed
Squad commander,

I'll be lucky
To recover his bones!

Come on, captain.

You think I give
"Six bits" anything

He wouldn't have routinely
Collected from the grapevine?

And that surprise visit
Put him on formal notice.

He wouldn't go near him now if
You dipped the slob in platinum.

Hey, I didn't jeopardize
Your stoolie, baby.

I bought him
A life insurance policy.

Then where is he?

That's not the only question
That's shopping for an answer.

Like why was
Grimaldi's apartment tossed?

Forensic dusted the pad.
You know what they come up with?

One alien palm print
On a windowsill.

They also found a case
For a mini-camera

With the guarantee
That came with its purchase,

But no camera, no film.

Yeah?

Uh, excuse me, gentlemen,

The squad is all present
And accounted for.

Grimaldi's co-workers
At the packing plant

Should be grilled forthwith.

Determine who the victim
Hung out with,

How he spent his leisure hours,
Did he have any lady friends.

Crocker, you spoke
With the m.E.

Anything we can use?

The autopsy indicates that

The deceased dined
Before expiration.

Now, his stomach contents
Are being analyzed.

If they can find out
What he ate,

Maybe we can find out where.

Are ballistics able to give us
A make on the murder weapon?

The slug was fired from a .32

With european bore
Characteristics.

So far we don't have
Anything on a matchup.

Stavros,
What's with forensic?

Well, wool fiber
Was found clinging

To the decedent's apparel,

Suggesting he'd been bundled
For transport in a blanket.

Additionally, there were traces
Of face powder and perfume.

Okay, grimaldi
Was your boy, captain.

Don't you think it's time
You contributed

A little something to the pot,

Like maybe the name
Of your informant?

Scruffy sutherland.

All right, you got that,
Saperstein?

Got it.

Pull his mug shot
From the 52 file,

Run off a few hundred copies
And put it out on the streets.

One final note.

Word's going out
To every command,

Backed by the full weight
Of the p.C.'s office.

Until otherwise notified,
All available pressures,

However petty,
Are to be brought to bear

On known or suspected
Mob operations.

Translation...

That we should start to build
Fires under their tushies?

Right, zap the wise guys
Where it hurts,

Right in the cash register.

And the same goes
For your stools.

Squeeze 'em till they sing, uh,
madame butterfly.

You know, everybody
Takes it for granted

That the kid was snuffed
Because of who he was.

Why?

He was there
To gather intelligence, right?

Now has it occurred to anyone
That he might of hit pay dirt?

Excelsior!
We got us a witness!

Would you come in here, please.
Just step right in this way.

Thank you very much.
Just right this way.

I don't think there's anything
To worry about, darling,

But if you're worried
I'll cancel the hairdresser.

Now, what for?

Serafina can take care
Of iliana.

Just because she's staying home
With an upset stomach,

Don't mean that
You have to spoil your day.

Ha-ha, serafina, it was that
Third helping of zabaglione.

You know, she can't handle
That rich stuff.

She's delicate,
Like her mama.

Thank you.

Bye-bye, darling.

Oh, serafina,
I'll take that upstairs.

Well, how is our invalid?

- nothing?
- I'm not going.

Going?
Going where?

Away to finishing school.
You think you'll wear papa down.

- well, papa is a rock.
- it's for your own good.

No, cleo, I think
It's for your own good.

You just want me
Out of this house.

You don't love papa.
Not the way my mama did.

Not the way I do.
You're just...

You better take two aspirin
And drink lots of liquid.

That's some temperature
You have.

You are such a...
Ugh!

That's okay, serafina,
Please continue.

I've gotta see you.

What, are you insane?
After last night?

Lew, if I wanted
A sedentary life

I would take up dog-breeding

And have franco
Buy me a station wagon.

Yes, alfredo, 3:00,
A wash and a set, thank you.

A dark continental car.
It's new, from the looks of it.

From the window I couldn't
See the other driver.

The other guy, though,
The one that dumped the stiff,

You know, he was
About six feet tall,

Neat head of hair,
Good fit on the clothes,

Which he didn't buy
Off no rack.

We'll show you some pictures,
Okay?

Maybe you can pick out a face.

It was pretty dark
In the alley, man.

Look, well, I was looking down,
You know?

We'll try.
Let's give it a try.

Would you come with me, please?
Right this way, thank you.

Captain, your stoolie's
On line two.

Scruffy,
Where the hell are you?

What could he know,
How to put pants on a lamb chop?

I'm tellin' you, cap,

That kid was onto some
Inside skinny, it's news to me.

Somebody must of made him.
Don't ask me how.

You must have some idea.

I got just one idea...

Put a whole lotta geography
Between me and this town.

When they stopped
Grimaldi's clock,

My life expectancy
Dipped to zip.

I got a cousin runs
This car wash in grand rapids.

He'll spread some shade on me.

Just give me the bus fare
And I'm off and running.

Come on, bonaducce,
Don't jerk me around.

Ain't my fault the kid
Buys a harp.

You put me in the toilet,
Don't pull the chain.

It's all I got with me.

Well, it's better than
A walking ride to hart's island.

Anybody got a spare smoke?

Keep your nose clean, scruffy.

In grand rapids, yeah.

They bust you for chewing gum
On sundays.

Any luck with our witness?

Stradaya...Nothing.

I ran him through
Every picture in the house.

Not even a marginal I.D.

If that honcho is mobbed up,

Either we're not carrying him
On our books

Or he's a pilgrim father.

Yeah?

Lieutenant,
Got an update for you.

The perfume is an astronomically
Expensive french import.

Haleine d'ange.

It's handled exclusively
By le petit boutique,

237 east 56th street.

The face powder is
An equally precious commodity,

Blended especially for
The woman what wore it.

Now, based on
The law of probabilities,

I figure maybe there's
A couple of hundred dollies

In the new york area
With similar skin tones

Who might be using
The same skin blend

And who could afford the tariff.

Wonderful, prince.

Was there anything
On the blanket?

Yeah, cashmere, shedding like
A 12-year-old airedale.

Find me someone
Who's handled it,

And providing they haven't
Schlepped their clothes

To the cleaners yet,

I'll nail them with
My trusty spectroscope.

Oh.

Stavros!

Uh-huh.
All right, thanks, moscowitz.

Stavros.

What is it, a grocery list?

No, pathology's analysis

Of the contents
Of grimaldi's stomach.

Cloud ear fungus,
Preserved turnip, agar-agar,

Szechuan pepper,
Fermented bean paste,

Five star anise,
Coriander, sesame...

Chinese food, right, skipper?

Yeah, but definitely
Not cantonese.

All right, dig up some manpower,

Start canvassing every szechuan,
Mandarin, hunanese restaurant

This side of
The boston post road, okay?

You gotta be kidding.
Do you know what you're asking?

On mott street alone
There are more dumpling joints

Than all of shanghai
Put together.

Uh, stavros,
You know wednesday afternoon

The mayor's giving
Antonio grimaldi

An inspector's funeral.

I'll be there,
And so will his mother,

And when she asks me, stavros,

Are we making any headway
In this case,

What do I tell her?

May I help you?

Uh, say, uh,
Is there another way outta here?

Right this way.

We traced grimaldi's camera
Back to the dealer.

Turned out he'd left some film
There for developing.

It was picked up
First thing this morning.

You get a description
Of the claimant?

Little guy, gristle mostly.

Faded jeans, black turtleneck,
Sheepskin jacket.

- dirty beard with pimples?
- yeah, but how did you...

Ohhh, we've been
Eight-balled, baby.

Now your grab of photo
Of scruffy sutherland.

Hustle your butts
Back to that camera shop.

Pull that creeps prints from cib

And match them to the partial
We lifted at grimaldi's pad.

Well, go on, move!

Motor-mouthed little termite.

He sells us
Ten acres of swampland,

And then cons me out of
A c-note for getaway money.

What's he up to?

It's all over us,
Like a case of prickly heat.

I scratch in one place and
Already it itches in another.

It cuts into the receipts.

Pretty soon, the only people
Making any profit

- will be the bail bondsmen.
- it'll go away.

A cop is dead.

If it was one of ours,
Would we let it go away?

I give you the action,

You're supposed to keep
Everything nice and tidy.

You can't do it.
We have to hand them somebody.

As far as that goes,

Maybe that somebody...

Is you.

Don't hang up on me, pal.

Another dime,
And mother's little helpers

Will be spraying your love nest
With easy-off

Before mrs. Donatello's
Wriggled back into her girdle.

I see I got your attention.

Tell you what else I got.

A handsome photograph
Suitable for framing.

50 gs is what
It's gonna cost you

To buy yourself
Outta this jackpot,

Because otherwise
The next dime I drop

Puts me right through
To the lady's husband.

Well, now, I'll need
Some--some time here now,

You see, to come up with
That large an amount.

You got it.
Two hours.

I'll call you later
At the office

And tell you where
To deliver the bread.

You couldn't wait.
That kid's body isn't even cold.

We're back to doing business
In the exact same stall.

Because of you, we're gonna
Be paying blackmail

For the rest of our lives.

I killed that kid.
For nothin'.

Whatever possessed me
To think you were a man?

Franco's 20 years your senior

And you couldn't even wear
His hand-me-downs.

Tell me you're not scared.

Of course, I'm scared.

But I'm also a survivor.

And you can just sit there
And wallow in your hysteria.

I propose to do something.

Last night, around 8, 8:30.
He was alone.

What about him?

Maybe an hour ago.
But he was only here a minute.

He didn't order anything.

I see, thank you very much.
Thank you.

Gee, I'm sorry, pal, I guess
I must have boxed you in.

C'est la vie, right?

Give me half a second,
I'll give her some room, okay?

Okay.

You know,
Sutherland breaks into

Grimaldi's walkup last night.

The birds are hardly awake
This morning,

He's at the camera shop
Collecting pictures.

Now is it only me,

Or does anyone else begin
To smell a shakedown?

Going with that premise,
We gotta figure grimaldi

Somehow stumbled across
A stash of dynamite.

Yeah, but whose dynamite?

Scruffy might be shy
A couple of aces,

But he's not so dumb
He'd blackmail the mob.

Maybe it was
Something the killers

Wanted kept from the mob.

Frank, have a celery tonic.

I wanted cream soda.

Rizzo, yeah,
Get me forensic.

I want to talk
To sergeant prince.

Yeah, but your report failed
To state precisely

Where the traces of face powder
And perfume were detected.

I know what you're getting at.

You assumed it was in the region

Of the face, neck, collar,
And coat lapels,

And normally
That would be the case.

Not so.

The residue was on
Grimaldi's pants' cuffs.

Bye.

The trousers.

And how's it come to be
On the trousers?

From helping to dump
The corpse into the continental?

Wait a minute.
Wait, wait, wait.

What are you saying?
That the wheel man was a broad?

You got a better fit?

Look, let's say grimaldi
Had them under surveillance,

Was snapping pictures.

They caught on,
Took him by surprise,

Zabba-dabba-do, like that,
And the rest is history.

Well, why move the body?

Why try to make it look
Like a gangland rubout?

Well, that part's easy.

The original crime site
Was too close to home.

We'll go with what we know.

We know the kid was killed
Shortly after eating,

We know he took his last meal
At that szechuan pagoda,

And what do you want
From a new york kid?

We know one thing else.

Scruffy sutherland
Was seen hanging around

The pagoda
Earlier this afternoon.

Fatso!

Hey, uh, we're in business?

Crazy!

Okay, battery park,
Near the ferry,

Third bench from the entrance.

I'm wearing a sheepskin jacket,
Black turtleneck,

And some whiskers
On an honest face.

All right.

Now, what I want to know is
What assurance do I have

That you're not gonna
Come back later for more?

Man, my bags are packed.

Hot as this town
Could be for you,

That's how hot
It already is for me.

I'll see ya later.

I don't think we're going
To have to kill him after all

Because he said...

I don't care
What he said, lew.

We can't have him walking around
Knowing what he knows.

Now, don't forget, you're
Expected at dinner tonight.

Uhh, not tonight.

But you must.

There are all sorts
Of guests coming.

Dignitaries, civic leaders,
Heads of state.

Franco's gonna be very
Uncomfortable in their presence

Without you to rely on.

And we don't want
To upset franco, do we?

Column a, a list of
All credit card accounts

- at le petite boutique.
- oh.

Column b, on the proposition
That only a peasant spends cash

At such a chic establishment,

The records of credit card
Accounts

And checks received
Over the past year.

Know something, crocker?
In the perspicacity sweepstakes

You'd be a bookie's delight.

And furthermore, um...
Forget it.

Per...Per...

Aye, aye, aye,
Aye, aye, aye.

I brought the money,
Did you bring the merchandise?

Yeah, I got it.

It's good, don't worry.

Park patrolman
Was first on the scene.

He recognized sutherland,
Then notified our squad.

Gunshot, point-blank range.

Two witnesses claim they saw him
Talking to some woman.

Middle-aged,
Kinda dumpy, you know?

Carrying a shopping bag
And that's it.

The m.E. And forensic
Are on their way.

To bad, scruffy.
Toss him.

No sign of the photographs.

Surprise, surprise.

Pocket comb, handkerchief,
$94 in currency,

Address book,
And two matchbook covers.

I hope nobody gets trampled to
Death fighting over the estate.

Eh, bag him and tag him.
No, wait a minute.

Why would he save
An empty matchbook folder?

Jenny, I'll be
Leaving for the day.

Ready for this?

The license number scribble
On that matchbook

Checks out to a '75 mercedes
450 sl sports coupe...

Registered owner?
Uh-huh, mrs. Franklin donatello.

Hanky-panky?

Hey, can you think
Of a better reason

For icing grimaldi
And then sutherland?

But who's the fox?

As much as it pains me

To throw salt in
Your egg cream, theo,

We checked the list of clients
At le petite boutique

And cleo donatello
Is not one of them

Crocker, yeah,
Check with the importer

Who distributes that perfume.

See if there's a retail outlet
On long island,

And if there is,

Find out whether donatello's
Wife is a customer.

Oh, and tell rizzo
I want to see him.

Traces of human blood
Turned up in the alley

Behind the szechuan pagoda.

Type "O", same as grimaldi's.

Why there? I ask myself.

- yeah, boss.
- get over to the times.

Dig out a photo
Of cleo donatello,

Trot it down to
The szechuan pagoda,

Show it around
The neighborhood,

Hotels, apartments, houses,
Like that, huh?

Well, the lady's
Been shacking up somewhere.

And it damn sure wasn't
The ywca.

Yeah.

Just got the report
On the slug

We dug out of
Scruffy sutherland.

Hold on just a minute.

Go ahead.

It's a .38, lieutenant,
So it didn't come

From the weapon
That killed grimaldi.

But listen, that doesn't
Mean it's a dead end.

This bullet's no stranger
To ballistics.

They've had its twin on file
For 27 years.

Now, talk about
Your sleeper jumps, you ready?

The cannon that wasted
Sutherland is the same job

That blew away
Two-ton johnny amada

In the men's room
At the old garden.

- good luck.
- thanks.

No way that mrs. Donatello's
Implicated in that hit.

She wasn't even out of diapers
When it happened.

So maybe her boyfriend
Supplied the kill gun.

Maybe mr. "X" is the dude
Who bushwhacked johnny.

A quarter of a century we've
Carried that case on our books.

Two-ton johnny, the last
Of the "Moustache petes."

You know something, troops?

We collar the owner of that .38,

We're gonna close out
A lot of accounts.

Well, thank you.

Judge macklin
Signed the warrant.

You can swing by
And pick it up

On your way out
To long island.

- where's crocker?
- he's down taking statements

At the traveler's rest
Motor lodge.

All right, fatso, saddle up.
We're off.

Well, ain't that the pits.

It's about time somebody
Nailed him for something.

What, you know that dude,
Lieutenant?

Oh, yeah, he's donatello's
Band-aid, why?

Well, he was at
That szechuan pagoda today.

- flasher.
- yeah.

Blue continental.
That part checks out.

The description we got
From our eyewitness.

Now hum the rest to me.

Tall, rangy,
Nice head of hair,

Sharp dresser, lawyer type.

What witness?
What are you talking about?

Can I have the keys, please?

I'd like to take a look
At your trunk.

For what?

If you want to move a body,
Find another way.

That blanket was shedding like
A ten-cent christmas tree.

Get it on the airwaves.

There's no sign of the piece,
Lieutenant.

He must have stashed it.

Mr. Carver regrets he'll be
Unable to dine tonight.

Not that this is gonna do a lot
For your appetite, either.

As a matter of fact,

We've brought two warrants,
Mrs. Donatello.

One for your arrest
On suspicion of murder,

The other an authorization
To conduct

A search of the premises
For incriminating evidence.

Specifically,
Haleine d'ange perfume,

Blend 472759, like that,

And any articles
Of wearing apparel

To which cashmere wool fiber
Might be found to cling.

You have the right
To remain silent...

What the hell's
Going on here?

Oh.
That's a reasonable question.

Uh, you want the answer here
Or in the library?

Well, your boyfriend,
Mr. Carver,

He left his brains
On the highway.

- lew's dead?
- unh.

Maybe he's the lucky one.

Okay, okay, it's true.

It's true,
We were having an affair,

But it was a ghastly mistake,

And one which I couldn't
Extricate myself from.

I pleaded with lew,
I pleaded with him,

But he was like a madman.

He swore that if...
If I left him

That he would go to franco
And confess everything.

adultera! Meretrice!

Franco, what could I do?
I was in fear for my life!

And then last night,
The unthinkable happened.

As god is my witness,

I did not know that that man
Was a policeman.

All we knew was that
Someone had found us out.

But then lew panicked,

And the next thing I knew,
The man was dead.

Beautiful.

You know, you put that on
At 2:00 in the afternoon,

You'd sell more soap
Than the guiding light.

How about you, "Six bits?"
You swallow that, huh?

Get that rifiuti outta here!
She's soiling my furniture.

You know something,
Sweetheart?

You just might swing it.

I mean, with carver dead

And no one to contradict
Your testimony,

You might peddle
That snake oil to a jury.

But you left out one item...
Scruffy sutherland.

And, baby, if we can't send you
Up on the grimaldi killing

We can crucify you
For that battery park job.

How do you propose
To do that?

With this.

Iliana, you know
What you've done?

She betrayed you
With your own gun.

I thought you'd be glad.

I don't understand.
What did I do?

Bonaducce was right.

Gonna close out a lot
Of accounts with this one.

Out of the mouth of bambinos.