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Hey, wielenski!

Wielenski!

What's the matter, chavez?

What's your fuss this time?

Nothing! Look!

Maybe we better call
A priest!

Priest?
For this, you call a cop!

How you doing,
Lieutenant?

I cancelled
A dental appointment for this.

All right, already.
I'm here. What have you got?

Well, I'm not sure,
Lieutenant.

On the face of it, looks like
A typical syndicate scratch.

Hardly worth the paperwork.

A man
Had a pair of these,

He could start
A mariachi band, right?

They dug this
Out of the foundation?

Standard class a
Concrete embalming job.

Anything else?

Just bones,
Clothing's in shreds.

Okay, curly,
You said on the face of it,

It had
The earmarks of a mob hit,

But only you obviously
Have reason

To suspect otherwise. Give.

Well, clean entry,
No exit,

The size of the aperture
Indicates a small bore weapon,

Possibly a .22.

So?

So it's safe to assume

That the shot wasn't fired
Point-blank,

And a .22 is
Not your typical kill gun.

Execution? Looks
More like dumb luck to me.

Any idea
When this building went up?

Yeah, 1957 according
To the foreman here.

So we got ourselves
An 18-year-old d.O.A.

Let's see if
We can't narrow it down.

Find out the exact date on which
The foundations were poured.

Working from that,
Start wading

Through
The missing persons report,

Crime files,
Newspaper morgues, et cetera.

18 years, lieutenant?

Do you know
What you're asking?

You know, archaeologists
Are still trying to solve

The mystery of the pyramids.

You don't hear them yelling,
Do you, detective?

What the hell's
The big mystery

About the pyramids?

They don't have johns.

Yes, beth.

There's a call on
Your private line, mr. Mccallum.

The lady refuses
To give her name. Should I...

No, that's all right,
I'll take it.

Hello?

Keith?

Oh, monica. How nice to hear
From you again.

Have you seen the papers?

Yes, of course.

And you're not concerned?

No, not in the least.

Keith!

Now, monica,
Listen to me.

I have to go up to albany
For a few days.

It's on business.

Now, I want you to get
Out of the apartment.

Um, dedicate a tree,
Go to an auction,

Have your poodle clipped,

But keep
Your hours occupied.

I'll see you
When I come back, all right?

Top of the mornin' to you,
Me boy-ohs!

And what's the good word?

Gomez? You're on.

Uh, I'm getting, um...

Stay, stay.

Yeah, m.E. Reports

Although the teeth reveal
Several gold fillings,

It'll be next to impossible
To establish

The identity
Through existing dental records.

You know, that concrete was
Poured may 8, 1957, captain?

The trail that leads
To judge crater,

It ain't a hell
Of a lot colder than this one.

There is, however,
A small bridge,

And there's a slim chance
We might be able

To nail down the manufacturer

And, through him, get a line
On the dentist who ordered it.

Dentist?

According
To the autopsy findings,

The victim was 5'11",

Weighed in the neighborhood
Or 175 pounds,

And was somewhere between 30,
35 years of age when snuffed.

Rizzo?

I want you to phone
Doc eggenweiler.

See if he can squeeze me
In this afternoon, okay?

'cause I got a tooth
That's killing me. It's here.

Bicuspid.

Yeah? What race is he in?
Go ahead.

There's two additional pieces
Of information.

Our d.O.A.'s left leg's
Been broken

And is now held together
By bone grafts

And two steel pins.

M.E. States orthopedic
Surgery transpired

Within three years
Of decedent's demise.

Among the foreign matter
Forensics recovered at the scene

Was a set of bone buttons,

Which, unlike the fabric
They were attached to,

Remain intact.

We're looking into it.
10-4.

Any labels from the clothes?

No, nothing.

All I said was,
"What's the good word?"

For this, I get washington's
Farewell to the troops.

You know, somewhere

In this meshuguna metropolis
Of ours, gomez,

There's a bed
With your name on it.

Seek and ye shall find.

You think we're working
The kid too hard?

It's obvious
You haven't met

This little
Red-headed number

That he's been running
Around with lately.

Lieutenant, don't you want to
Hear what ballistics had to say?

Uh...

It was a .22,
Possibly a target pistol,

But its slants and its grooves
Fail to match up

With anything on our files.

How does he do that.
Captain?

Don't ask me.
I just come here for the coffee.

Bonjour, madame.

Bonjour, rochet.

A thousand pardons.

Monsieur mccallum
Just telephoned.

He implores your forgiveness,

But he has been
Unavoidably detained.

Detained? For how long?

I don't know.

We traced the bridgework
To a firm in yonkers,

Went out of business
In 1960.

A list of all
Their customers was obtained

And the dentists
Were contacted.

And who ordered
The smoked sturgeon?

I did.

The bone buttons

Turns out
To be a specialty item,

And the entire consignment was
Bought by a korngold and sons,

A local manufacturer
Of quality men's suits,

And they carried
The line in three stores.

An egg salad on a kaiser roll,
Hold the lettuce?

Here you go, tracy?

We managed to come up
With a fairly comprehensive list

Of all the regular customers
During the crucial time period.

Ham and chicken liver?

Simultaneously,
And with the cooperation

Of the local medical society,

All the available orthopedic
Surgeons were canvassed

And pertinent information
Elicited wherever possible.

Pastrami on rye,
Russian dressing?

Huh? It's your party.

You never had it
So good, huh?

Here.

So? So?

So, then we checked
Our information

Against those men
Who were reported missing

During calendar year 1957,

Who generally matched

The victim's physical
Description.

Well, don't stop there.
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

I'm giving you bubkes!
We came up dry, nothing.

Get me the m.E.

Right, lieutenant.

Yeah, let
Me talk to moskowitz.

This is saperstein.

Since when did we start
A catering service

For homicide suspects?

Captain, who do you think

Picked up the tab
For all of this?

Oh.
So he killed his wife.

Well, nobody's perfect,
Right?

Lieutenant?
The m.E.'s on the line.

- moskowitz.
- yeah?

Yeah, based on the buttons,

Let's assume
For the sake of argument

That the doa
Wasn't a blue-collar worker,

Which means that,
Uh, it isn't too likely

He busted that leg
In the performance of his job.

How else? Auto accident?

No, no,
That's the only break.

There's not another fracture,
Not even hairline.

Hey.
Hey, what about sports?

A professional athlete
Does a vanishing act,

Are you kidding?
It's gotta get some press.

Well, amateur sports then.
Skiing, for example.

Now, this is exactly the kind
Of break that's typical of a...

All right, put together
A list of ski resorts--

Upstate new york, maine,
Vermont,

New hampshire, like that.

Start contacting doctors
In their general vicinities.

Well, what happens
If we still come up with zilch?

Then, fatso, like the
Ever-popular lewis and clark,

You start working
Your way gradually westward.

Yeah, only lewis and clark
Had an indian scout.

So did general custer.

Theo, you've been
On this nearly a week.

Will you pack it in already?

Bacon and tomato
On white bread, right?

Easy on the mayo,
Is that the way you like it?

18 years after the fact,
It still can't be done.

And tomatoes give you hives,
Didn't you tell me that?

With combined resources
Of the fbi,

Army intelligence, interpol
And les suretes francais,

It still can't be done.

Here, have a cupcake.

Maybe for some reason
The deceased

Was never reported missing,
And thanks for listening.

All right, saperstein,
86 the missing man.

All I'm looking for now is
A common denominator,

Any common denominator.

If a name, just one name,

Surfaces in more than
One category, all right?

Eh!

Monica, remind me
To lecture you

On the salutary properties
Of the shirley temple.

Bartender, put
Mrs. Gibney's tab on my bill.

Can you walk?

A lot you care.

By all means, monica,
Let's have a scene,

But not here.
In the dining room

Where we have a better class
Of audience.

All right,
What was that name again?

Spell it, saperstein.

B-r-a-d e-n.

All right, thank you.

Demosthenes?

Yes, sir?

Dear chap, atlas,
Your pal hercules

Is about to lift the world
From your sagging shoulders.

Do you see this name?
Gary braden.

Now I want you to wing it
On its way

To all those ski resorts
We talked about.

That's what you want, huh?

That's what I want,

Because, you see, this here name
Was just laid on me

By the indefatigable saperstein.
You know him.

Not only was the gentleman
A customer

Of one
Of the clothing stores

Handling the suits with
The distinctive bone buttons,

He was also a patient of one
Of the dentists on the lists.

So get cracking, ace.

Let's see if we can't make it
Three out of three.

Move!

Where's gomez?

You sent him home,
Lieutenant, remember?

That was yesterday.

I told him
To get some shut-eye,

Not knock off
For the winter.

You call his pad, shorty.

Tell him to get it over here,

Or I'm sending a vice squad
After his girlfriend

With orders to book her
As a public health hazard.

I love that suit.

Brooks? Givenchy?

Saint laurent?

You always did have
Marvelous taste.

And isn't it super that you have
The wherewithal to indulge it?

Keith!

Smile, monica.

Keith,
If you don't talk to me,

I think I'm gonna scream.

I believe you would.

Gary...The late,
Unlamented mr. Braden.

Bones, monica.

A bag full
Of disinterred bones.

You swore to me that
They would never find him, ever.

Urban renewal, monica.

There was a time when a building
Could last a half a century

Before anybody tore it down.

Now the foundation hardly
Has a chance to settle.

That's progress.
And I shouldn't complain.

It's made me a millionaire.

A lot of good
It's going to do you.

All right, they've
Uncovered the remains,

But the remains
Of what, monica?

Use your head, my love.

After all this time, how can
They possibly trace it to us?

They could trace a snowflake
In a blizzard first.

Ah, the artichoke.

You're gonna love it, boss!

Yeah, well, I'll have
To love it on the run,

Because of I don't get
Outta here tout de suite,

I'll blow another--

What can I tell you.

I'll blow
Another dental appointment.

No! The name you gave me,
Gary braden,

It took three days,
But lake placid

Finally clinched it for us.

The subject had
A skiing accident

In the winter of '55
And broke his left leg!

Stavros, what can I tell you?
You're...

You want it with
Or without the novocain?

Oh, I got a feeling I--

Excuse me, lieutenant,
Captain.

I got a feeling
I don't want it at all.

I got this bell in my head,
Won't stop ringing.

"Braden," I said, "Now, where
Have I heard that name before?"

So I call my good friend
Charlie weinstein

On the metropolitan desk
Over at the times.

Now, he doesn't even have
To check the files.

That's the kind
Of a memory charlie has.

Gary braden,
Fugitive embezzler,

Died may 12, 1957, in the crash
Of an airliner bound for rio.

May 12th?

But, lieutenant, that concrete
Was poured on may the 8th.

Huh. I got a hunch

I just blew
Another solid gold filling.

I'm sure you're mistaken,
Lieutenant.

I mean,
Do you have positive proof

That the skeletal remains belong
To gary braden?

Well, positive, no,
But I'm a skeptic

If there are
Too many coincidences.

You know,
Braden's disappearance?

I read the newspaper account.
What's your version?

Well, as you know,

I was the president of
The empire state mutual funds,

And gary
Was the comptroller.

The first inkling we had
That something was amiss

Was when the airliner
Went down at sea

And gary's name appeared
Upon the passenger list.

Of course, there being no reason
Why he should not notify us

When he left the country,

We ordered an immediate audit,

And discovered
Nearly $3 million missing.

Now, of course,
The company went bankrupt

And many small investors
Lost their life savings.

It was a very tragic calamity,
Lieutenant.

Uh, would
You like a highball?

Can I offer you
Some refreshment?

No, thank you.

Would you happen
To recall off-hand

Whether braden reported
For work after may 8th?

Well, I don't remember
An exact date,

But he did call one day,
And he said he had the flu,

And he'd be missing
A day or two.

You spoke
To him personally?

No, he called
My secretary.

Oh, then I'd like
To interview that lady.

Well, that's
A trifle impossible.

She's been dead
Six or seven years.

Well, anyhow, lieutenant,

I'm sure you're mistaken
About braden.

Why would anyone want to kill
Him and then hide the corpse?

I can come up
With something.

Just suppose braden
Wasn't an embezzler.

Suppose he
Discovered the shortage,

Suppose he confronted
The perpetrator or perpetrators

And had been wasted
For his trouble,

The books then doctored
To frame him,

And the, quote, "Guilty flight"
To brazil, set up?

Really, lieutenant.

I like a good whodunit
As much as the next man,

But why would
Your hypothetical killer

Go to such
Complicated lengths?

To end the search for braden
And for the missing bread.

It's not bad.
Embezzler flees to rio,

A city already up
To its armpits in fugitives,

Happily exploring the fact
That brazil

Has no extradition treaty
With the u. S. Of a.

Well, say that your conjecture
Had some basis in reality.

The man who was supposed
To impersonate braden

Perished at sea.

Convenient, isn't it?

Lieutenant, I hate to blow
A gaping hole in your scenario,

But before boarding
The plane,

The man would have had
To present gary's passport.

Now, four days elapsed between
The burial of the corpse

And the departure
Of the brazilian flight.

Now, tell me this,
Lieutenant.

How could someone come up
With a passable double

On such short notice?

Hmm. You know something?

That's a very, very
Good question, mr. Mccallum.

And it's, uh...
It's questions like that

That keep us awake nights
In the cop business.

The collapse of empire state
Mutual funds,

It didn't hurt you
Too bad, did it?

Well, lieutenant,
Ever since infancy,

I've always had
The uncanny ability

To always land on my feet.

Hmm.

What can I tell you?
Ciao, baby.

Hello?

Monica, it's keith.

Yes.

Not to worry, but there's
A distinct possibility

You're liable
To get a visit

From an inquisitive detective,
A lieutenant kojak.

They think it's gary,
Don't they?

They think it might be,
But there's no hard proof.

Then, uh,
You're not sweating it?

I? Not in the least.

- beth?
- yes?

Contact guy burgess
With the trojan security.

Tell him I'd like to see him,
This afternoon, if possible.

Right away, sir.

How's it going, harry?

Fine. Can I help you?

A pretzel? Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

I want a pretzel,
Not a weapon.

Take another one.
I'm sorry about that.

Gomez?

- yeah, lieutenant?
- yeah, try to stay awake.

This is important.
Where's my change, harry?

Oh, yeah, lieutenant,
I almost forgot.

Uh-huh, sure.

I want you to draw up a list
Of those male caucasians

Fitting
Or closely resembling

Gary braden's
General description

Who were reported missing on

Or immediately subsequent
To may 12, 1957.

Yeah, I don't get it,
Lieutenant.

What are we looking for?

We're looking for a ringer,
Gomez. A dead ringer.

Burgess, I want you to locate
A man for me, an anton machek.

Mmm.

Machek, karl...

Reported missing june 25th,

Nearly six weeks
After the airline crash.

Yeah,
Not too promising, huh?

It says here a wilmer dietz
Filed the report.

What's a wilmer dietz?

Machek's landlord.
We're trying to locate him now.

All right, do that.

And I'd also like
A photo of karl machek.

He was a tv repairman.
Maybe there's an angle there.

- angle? What kind of angle?
- how should I know?

Go on, get out of here.
This case is giving me a rash.

How's the tooth, lieutenant?

Lousy. Oh, and,
Uh, how's the broad?

Hey, all right.
She's not too crazy

About the work schedule,
Though.

Why don't you ship her
To the catskills.

She'd make a terrific
Boys' camp counselor.

Oh, that's funny,
Lieutenant. Funny.

How you doing, captain?

Theo, surprise, surprise.

I'm catching a lot of flak
From upstairs

Over the amount of time,
Money, manpower

That you're pouring
Into this case.

The phone bill alone...

Frank, if my scenario's
On target,

There's a better
Than even chance

That plane crash
Was no accident.

You know
What you're saying?

I'm saying whoever perpetuated
The initial homicide

May be responsible for over
80 additional deaths as well.

There's logic to it, frank.

The disappearance
Of that airliner

Disposed of both the alleged
Embezzler and the missing loot.

Now, even if the odds
Were a thousand to one,

Would the commissioner
Really wish me

To drop the investigation?

No, but I think we're going
To have to bring in

The federal aviation boys
Into the picture.

Understand, it's still
Just a bundle of hunches,

But pushed to the wall,
I have to admit

We don't have a positive I.D.
On the skeleton.

Circumstantial evidence, sure,

But nothing we could go
To the grand jury with.

Braden's dentist? Deceased.

Son took
Over the practice,

Examines the fillings,

Claims it looks
Like papa's work,

But it's not something he could
Swear to on the witness stand.

What about
The orthopedic surgeon

Up at lake placid,
I thought...

Retired from practice
Six years ago.

Threw away all his x-rays

When he moved from his offices,
Huh? Beautiful.

But you'd shown him
The photos of the bone graft,

The steel pins.

And he thinks
He did the job.

Thinks, frank.

After nearly 20 years,

Listening to a man
Well into his 70s,

Would a jury be persuaded? Huh?
Would you?

Uh, boss?
We found braden's widow.

Damn.

What's the matter?
What did I do now?

Oh, no.
Not you, dummy.

This cockamamie pizza?
Just yanked my tooth.

Gibney?

Uh, that's your maiden name?

Yes, I, uh, reverted back
To it because of the scandal.

I see. You've, uh,
Never remarried then?

No. No, my husband's
Life insurance

Left me well provided for,
Lieutenant.

Ah. Had you any forewarning,

Any inkling of what
Mr. Braden was involved in?

Gary and I were separated
At the time.

Under the circumstances,

I hardly think
He would have confided in me.

And when was the last time
You saw him?

Uh, about a month before
The disappearance, I think.

I'm not sure about that.

Did you hear from him at all
During that period?

No, only by mail.

My allowance checks
Would come once a week.

They always arrived
On a monday.

On monday, hmm? I see.

Did you receive a check
On monday, may 11th,

The day before the crash?

No. I remember distinctly

Because I was so annoyed
At the time.

I contemplated calling gary.

But then I decided
To wait a day,

Allowing for some mix-up
At the post office.

Sure enough, on tuesday morning,
The check arrived.

I noted the postmark.
It was, uh, sunday afternoon.

You have a phenomenal memory,
Mrs. Braden.

Not really, lieutenant.

It's simply there are
Some things one never forgets.

And now if, uh...If you've
No further questions,

I'm sure you
Can appreciate

That this subject hardly revives
Nostalgic memories.

I don't know.

You don't seem
To have suffered too much.

My husband had no relatives,
Lieutenant.

I was his sole beneficiary.

You won't find me
Pretending to grieve.

I believe the lord helps
Those who help themselves.

Oh, he do indeed.

Uh, but had your husband
Merely vanished,

Which would have been the case
If those bones were his,

You'd have to wait
Seven years

For him to be declared
Legally dead.

Seven years, yes,

And not only would you
Not have collected

On the double indemnity clause,

It's possible
The insurance company

Might have refused
To pay anything at all.

Except for gary braden's name
On that passenger list,

You could be standing
Behind a ribbon counter

At the, uh...
At the dime store.

Not a dime store, lieutenant.

Please give me
A little more credit than that.

Oh, I do.

- yeah?
- saperstein?

I want you to determine
If either monica gibney braden

Or her husband
Ever filed for divorce.

Well, what's
That supposed to buy us?

18 years ago,
Divorce laws in this state

Were a lot tougher
Than they are now.

There were
Only three primary grounds--

Insanity, abandonment,
And adultery.

And to prove the latter you
Had to name a co-respondent.

You get my drift,
Saperstein?

I got it now, boss.

Terrific.

Yes, ma'am.
Can I help you?

Young man,
I'm emily pembroke.

You see I wish to see

Detective second-grade
Demosthenes stavros.

Is he expecting you?

Well, we spoke
On the phone.

He offered to come
To my apartment,

But I told him
I'd rather come here.

You see, I've never been
Inside a police station before,

And at my age, I doubt
I'll get a second chance.

Oh, oh.

Are you a gumshoe?

Yes, ma'am.

Uh, good.

But it's
About poor mr. Braden.

You see, I was his secretary.

Would you like
To step right in here?

Thank you.

Right this way.

This way, yes.

Stavros, old buddy?

This is miss emily pembroke,
Mr. Braden's private secretary.

Oh. Miss pembroke.
Please, sit down.

That's ms. Pembroke.
I've been liberated.

Now about mr. Braden...

Of course. You see,
Personally I liked him,

Though he was by nature
Rather thin-skinned.

Like everyone else,
I was terribly shocked

By the embezzlement.

But he had been acting
Somewhat peculiarly, you know,

And he left
That last thursday

Immediately after receiving
An outside phone call.

What about his marriage?

Oh, mr. Braden was
A very private person.

They'd been separated
Over a month

Before I learned of it,

And then only by accident.

You see, I was working late
One night

Catching up
On some overdue reports,

And I phoned the braden home
To get some information.

That's when
His wife notified me

That he
No longer lived there.

Do you suppose I might
Have a cup of coffee?

Rizzo!

What about other women?

If my boss was
A secret swinger,

It was the neatest trick
Since jekyll and hyde.

Yeah?

A cup o' joe for our guest.

Uh, how do you take it?

Black.

Okay.

What about when braden
Phoned in sick, may the 8th,

Did you have occasion to speak
To him after that?

I was specifically instructed

By mr. Mccallum
Not to disturb him.

And anyway, it was friday,

And I took it for granted
That the weekend

Would bring
Mr. Braden around.

He never was one
To coddle himself.

Thank you.

Mmm.

When monday came and
I still didn't hear from him,

I began to worry.

Ignoring
Mr. Mccallum's orders,

I was told the phone
Was off the hook.

Ah.

Please,
You won't say anything?

I wouldn't want
To hurt his feelings.

Feelings?
Whose feelings?

You see, I'm sure he tries,
The sweet thing,

But truly,
I've been drinking coffee

For nearly a half a century,

And this has got to be

Absolutely the vilest concoction
I've ever tasted.

Well, it'll...
It'll remain our little secret.

Oh, good. And now I'll let you
In on another secret.

When I learned that the phone
Was off the hook,

I slipped over to mr. Braden's
On my lunch break,

And I persuaded the super
To let me in with his passkey.

Mr. Stavros,
The apartment was empty.

Finding anton machek
Is a stickier number

Than we had figured,
Mr. Mccallum.

I mean, this
Dude, wherever he is,

He's got to be a born loser.

No roots, no ambition,

Drifts from one job
To the next.

Now, look, hash slinger,
Pearl diver,

Grease monkey,
Warehouse jock, you name it.

It don't make
No never mind to him.

Well, it does to me.

I don't want any excuses,
Burgess.

I want him found.

No matter
How much money it takes,

I want anton machek found.

Okay.

I've been in touch
With both aero brasilia

And the federal aviation
Investigators on the crash.

Here's what they come up with.

"While it was
Never admitted publicly,

The possibility of a bomb
Was strongly suspected,

But no trace of the wreckage
Was ever found,"

So they hadn't a shred
Of evidence to back it up.

A bomb,
Constructed by anybody.

Well, to coin a phrase,

Where' there's a will,
There's a way,

And 3 million balloons can
Generate a lot of willpower.

Today with all those
Sophisticated detection devices,

It couldn't be smuggled
On board,

But 18 years ago...

Yeah, how the hell
You gonna trace

Maybe a few sticks
Of dynamite, wire,

A drugstore alarm clock
After 18 years?

Yeah?

Yeah, gomez, hold it.

Yeah, gomez?

Yeah, I'm out in bensonhurst,
Lieutenant.

Mount hebron home
For the elderly.

I didn't think
You were that old.

No,
I'm not signing myself in. Nah.

Look, I just located
A wilmer dietz,

Uh, the guy who filed
That missing persons report

On karl machek?

Uh-huh. Hold tight.

Adios, amigo.

Lieutenant?
Your hunch paid off.

On may 7, 1957,
Mrs. Monica braden

Filed for divorce,

Naming rosemary hawkins
As co-respondent.

So?

So that's it.

Why are you standing there?

Go find rosemary hawkins.

You got it.

Karl machek.
Who could forget him?

Always behind on his rent,
He was,

But go holler on such
A good-hearted schmegegge.

He disappeared,
You know?

Yeah, that's,
Uh, why we're...

One day he came home,
So happy, he was.

There was this big business
Proposition he'd fallen into,

Guaranteed to make him
Wealthy for life.

Wouldn't be you
Smoke cigars, officer?

No, but I can offer you
One of these.

No, don't, don't, don't,
Don't offer.

It's not allowed.

But, uh, if you want
To light one up,

Maybe could be I could sneak

A little drag
From time to time?

Uh, what kind of business
Proposition, mr. Dietz?

Did machek say?

No, he was
Sworn to secrecy.

All I know is he had
To leave town

For a couple of weeks,

And he asked bernice and me

Would we take care
Of his little boy.

And since he insisted on
Paying us $200 for our trouble,

How could I refuse?

That was the last we saw
Of karl machek.

Ahh...

Nothing personal,
But a corona corona that's not.

Well, what happened
To the boy?

We carried him
As long as we could.

We had three of our own,
You know,

And times were hard then.

But when...

Six weeks went by

And we didn't get so much
As a postal card,

We reported him as missing.

The juvenile authorities took
Charge of little anton.

Little. Let's see,
He'd be 24 now.

But where he is,

Even if he's alive or dead
Is anyone's guess.

Can you recall anything
At all, mr. Dietz?

I mean, anything before machek's
Disappearance

That would be significant
To us?

No, I'm sorry.

Except karl
Was a very happy man.

Such happiness I never saw
In all my life.

You might ask
Little anton, though,

If you can find him.
He saw the man.

What man?

That man who made

That sensational business
Proposition to anton's daddy.

Anton came home
Just as the man was leaving.

- gomez?
- yeah?

A box of cigars
For mr. Dietz.

Uh, no, thank you.

Say you do track down
Machek's kid.

Now, you're pinning
A lot of hopes

On the recollections
Of something glimpsed briefly

By a six year-old boy.

No, it's
Not just that, frank,

It's everything.

Everything we've turned up
So far supports our theory.

Gary braden, karl machek.

Hey, without a scorecard,

Their own mama couldn't
Tell them apart.

Granted. Granted, too,
That machek was last seen

On the very day the brazilian
Flight left laguardia.

That still doesn't explain
How in a city this size

The perpetrator managed
To come up with braden's twin

Just when he needed him?

All right, glom this.

Wonder boy
Keith mccallum, on his duff

Following the collapse
Of empire state mutual funds,

Makes a meteoric comeback
In 1958

Thanks
To the generous financing--

Are you ready?

A newly organized
Delaware corporation,

Whose board of directors

Consists of four
Unidentified john does,

And guess who's
A major stockholder

In mccallum enterprises?

Braden's widow,
Monica gibney.

It stinks, frank.

Come on, give me that much.

Okay, so
It's all circumstantial,

But if the grand jury's waiting
For a smoking gun,

Somebody had better clue them
That they're 18 years too late.

Rosemary hawkins,
The alleged co-respondent

Of the braden divorce
Complaint?

Well, her name's
Not rosemary hawkins anymore.

It's mrs. Vilapiano,

And saperstein
Found her in queens.

Where?

He's bussing dishes
At a midtown cafeteria.

He sacks out
At a roach farm on the bowery.

It's all here in my report,
Mr. Mccallum.

What time does he
Get off work?

Mmm, 8:30, that's p.M.

All right, burgess,
Thank you.

I'll take it from here.

Well, I was a hat check girl
At a restaurant

Where gary used to lunch.

It wasn't anything serious.

I mean,
He was unhappy and lonely,

And so was I.

I had just moved here
From nebraska.

I was a divorcee with
A small daughter to support,

And there had been
An ugly custody battle.

That's why I moved east,
To get away from my ex-husband.

Gary was gentle, understanding,
And good to sandy.

Did you know he was married,
Mrs. Vilapiano?

Yes, but I didn't ask
Any questions,

And gary didn't volunteer
Any answers.

Then one day,
Out of the blue,

I was named as co-respondent
In mrs. Braden's divorce action.

I called gary at the office.

He was just served himself.

We met at my apartment
To discuss the situation.

Well, I was half
Out of my mind.

A scandal like that
Was all the grounds

My ex needed
To take sandy from me.

And braden was pretty upset,
I suppose?

He was furious.

I'd never seen him
In such a state.

He swore that I'd never lose
Sandy because of him.

He was
Going to talk to monica

And force her
To withdraw her action.

He went storming out,

After telling me
Not to worry.

I never heard
From him again.

Well, you must have tried
To contact him?

I had no idea
Where he lived,

Except that he'd moved
Into a bachelor apartment

Somewhere on the east side,
And his phone was unlisted.

I called the office
The next day,

And they told me
He was out sick.

What did you think when you
Didn't hear from mr. Braden?

Well, what could I think?

Gary knew
Where to reach me.

He could have made the effort
If he cared enough.

So he didn't. He just grabbed
The money and ran.

Anyway, I still made out.

Gary's death halted
The divorce proceedings.

I kept sandy, and in time,
I met mr. Vilapiano.

Mrs. Vilapiano,
It may be that you've, uh,

Well, misjudged braden.

It's quite possible the reason
You never heard from him

Is because he died
That same night.

Well how's that possible?

Well, we believe that the man
That boarded that plane

The following tuesday
Might have been an imposter.

Yeah, it could have been.

You know, gary had a sort
Of commonplace kind of face.

He was often mistaken
For somebody else.

Once--it was a few weeks
Before he disappeared--

Gary was helping me
Hang new curtains

When he mentioned that
He'd had the oddest experience

In his apartment building.

A handyman of some sort,
Who was an exact double for him.

Could it
Have been a tv repairman?

Yeah, come to think of it,
That's exactly what he was.

Would you know if he told
Anyone else about the incident?

Oh, he must have,
A story like that?

Knowing gary, he'd have
Blabbed it all over the office.

Mm-hmm.

This lady drags her kid in,
Says he's got this gun,

It's the first
She knows of it.

Claims he found it
While playing

In the debris
Of a construction site.

It's a .22 target pistol,
Right?

Yeah, the kid's
Apparently had it for days.

Mama found it while
She was cleaning up his room.

I tagged the piece
And sent it down to ballistics

For a comparison firing

To see if it's the same gun
That wasted our john doe.

I doubt if
They can fire it though,

Because the thing's all rotten
And corroded and all.

Oh. Well, while you're
At it, dimples,

Did you also tell them
To see if it's possible

To determine who the gun was
Originally registered to?

Lieutenant, who was the one
Who put this investigation

On the right track
In the first place?

This is my vintage year.

Oh. Coochie-coo.

All right,
So what have we got here now?

We know now how the killer

Managed to come up with
A double for braden, right?

I love these moves.

It's just like the movies,
You know?

You play watson.
I'll be sherlock holmes.

And we've recovered

What we'll presume to be
The murder weapon.

Yeah, well.

You know something?

I really feel
Like sherlock holmes.

You're close, theo,
But still no cigar.

Now, obviously, watson,

Braden's widow will
Have to be quizzed again.

He split rosemary's pad

To have a showdown
With his missus,

And that was the night
Of may 7th.

Next day,
He's dipped in cement.

It's the hours
Between the time

He said adieu
To miss nebraska

And the pouring
Of the concrete

That haven't been accounted
For, right?

And I don't look for much
In the way

Of constructive help, watson,

From monica gibney
On that subject.

Oh, my dear watson,

If we could only find
That machek kid.

Lieutenant?
Stavros is on the phone.

He just located
Anton machek.

I can't understand it.

He came in
About 15 minutes ago,

Collected his key,
And he went upstairs.

Didn't go out again,
Not through the lobby,

Leastwise that I'll swear to

On a stack of gideons.

You don't suppose it was
Some of them foreign agents,

Kidnapped him, huh?

Going to torture anton

For information
About his old man, huh?

You want
To run that by me again?

Oh, his pappy. That's
All anton ever talked about.

You couldn't shut him up.

Everybody figured
He was just blowing smoke.

Now kind of looks
Like maybe he was leveling, huh?

Just what did machek
Say concerning his father?

Oh, he...

Claimed he was
A real spook with the cia,

A real heavyweight
Super brain.

Said he'd been sent
Behind the iron curtain

When anton was just a kid,

And the reason he couldn't stay
In touch with anton

Was on account
It would blow his cover.

But he was gonna come back
One day soon, anton said,

And the two of them
Would be together again

Just like it used to be.

I thought
He was pulling my chain.

Well, don't get
Too torn up about it.

You know, we'll check
The russian secret service,

We'll check the cia,
We'll throw in the fbi,

Whatever makes you happy.

That window
Usually left open?

No.
Only in the summertime.

I see.

All right, get a forensic team
Over here right away.

I want them to check
The window ledge,

That fence down there.

I also want the kid's
Personal effects inventoried

And on my desk
The first thing in the morning.

Yes, sir.

What are we stopping
Here for?

Why wasn't machek whacked
In his hotel room?

Why go to the trouble
To put the snatch up?

And having done so,
Is our killer

Going to pack him all the way
To the jersey pine barrens?

No way. Not with a friendly
Neighborhood dumping grounds

Just down the block.
Hey, frank,

Think we better
Get some men down here, huh?

Lieutenant? Captain?
Over here.

This time we got here
Ahead of the cement mixers.

Same m.O.,
But for a different reason.

Anton machek murdered.

It could raise
A lot of questions.

But anton machek vanished?

Just another
Deadbeat bowery skip.

Well, let's face it, gang,
We've been outflanked.

Okay, bye.

Boss?

That .22 target pistol
We recovered?

It was purchased by gary braden
In november of 1956.

Burned by his own piece?

Doesn't fit, captain,

I mean, not into the scenario
We've been running with.

So we'll rewrite it.

Begin with the proposition
That braden's not the embezzler.

Add to it the fact that
He had left rosemary hawkins

On the night of may 7th
To see his wife.

Now, it's highly unlikely
That he was packing the gun,

Since he'd gone to rosemary's
Directly from his office.

Maybe he stopped
By his apartment

On the way to monica's.

That's possible,
But highly improbable.

He was trying to prevent
A scandal, not to start one.

So unless he was walking
Into a preconceived ambush,

Also highly unlikely,

How did the killer
Come up with the victim's gun?

The killer already
Had the gun.

Braden moved out
On the missus, right?

Probably just packed
Some clothes,

Toilet articles,
Toothbrush, whatever,

And he took off. All right?

The pistol was left behind.

And on the night
Of may 7th,

In the midst
Of a knockdown argument,

Monica grabbed the gun
And shot him.

Then panicked.
She phoned keith mccallum,

Spilling her guts to him.

He hurried over,
Took charge of the situation,

Disposing of gary's corpse,
And instructing the widow,

"Hey, keep cool."

As of this moment,
Though, in time,

There's no embezzlement, right?
That came after.

And mccallum knew
Just how to pull it off,

Thanks to braden's
Casual mention

Of his encounter
With karl machek.

First, though,
Mccallum needed to buy some time

So he could
Set things up, right?

Which he did by explaining
Gary's absence from the office

With the story
That he'd called in sick.

It was easy enough to lay
His hands on braden's passport.

Probably left behind
At monica's, like the pistol.

And karl machek, once
Mccallum tracked had him down,

Couldn't have
Been more accommodating.

You know,
We'll probably never know

What kind of number
He did on machek's head,

But it's a safe guess
That this poor slob,

He climbed aboard that plane
Carrying a bomb in his luggage.

Well, I'll buy that,
The whole package,

But the d.A. Won't.

Neither will the grand jury.

What a break.

Anton machek,
The only known witness

Who could link up mccallum
With his father,

Might have tied a ribbon
On this, but he's dead.

And this is his estate.

24 fun-filled years
On this glorious planet,

And you can pack
His entire life in a shoebox.

Some snapshots of his daddy,

A couple of christmas cards,
Birth certificate.

What we got here?

High school diploma, courtesy
Of saint andrew's orphanage.

Huh?

Phi beta kappa key?

"K.M. 6-12-51."

You know those stories
The kid laid on lafferty?

We know that jazz
About his daddy

Being a secret agent
Is just hogwash,

So I figure it's
All from the same weed.

But phi beta kappa?

I mean, those things
Don't come in cereal boxes.

Devoted to his kid,
Teetotaler, no known vices.

All those credentials,

And he still couldn't land
A decent job.

What are you looking for,
Lieutenant?

That rundown on karl machek.

Yeah, here it is.

Dropped out of high school
In the tenth grade.

But how'd he get the...

K.M.

There's another man
With the same initials.

Keith mccallum.

And around a thing like this,
Not even his daddy's,

Anton machek
Had built a dream.

Pursuant to our conversation
Friday last

And having consulted
The current price index

And allowing
For the 6% override--

Yes, beth?

Lieutenant kojak
To see you, mr. Mccallum.

Send him in.

One day,
For no reason at all,

I discovered it was missing.

For the life of me,

I couldn't remember
Where I dropped it.

Haven't thought about it
In years,

It's been so long.

That's how it goes
Sometimes.

Mccallum.

Phi beta kappa.

Scholastic merit,

Or phei beta kappa--

Phei for fat,
Beta for beautiful,

And kappa for cops.

And between us two,
We've compiled maybe

30 years' experience
On the force.

You being a prudent man,
If I was you,

I wouldn't let
Those 83 killings go to my head.

This is the big time, baby.

82, lieutenant. 82.

One belongs to monica.

Credit where credit is due.

And I thought the age
Of chivalry was dead.

Stavros.

You ready for
The biggest laugh of all?

Don't forget to read
The punk his rights.