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I want about ten thousand words with you.

What do you got?

Forensics got the street and the car.

We're waiting for the medical examiner.

Is Gino now?

Yeah, he's been here for about five minutes.

He's really shook.

He's so shook he can't stand.

Him and Donnelly were partners for over 12 years.

Tom Donnelly.

They never made it find a cop.

Looks like a small bore, handgun, automatic.

Lieutenant, I'm Officer Garcia.

I heard the shots.

Nobody's come forward.

Sorry, Gino.

Where were you when it happened?

I was in bed.

We split early, about six o 'clock.

Tom said he was going home.

Who'd want to ace him?

I mean, why, Theo? Why? We weren't worth on anything that hot.

I mean, it was far loft height, sure, but we weren't breathing down anybody's

necks.

I can't see. I can't see why the need to blow Tom away.

I don't see it.

It had to be a hit. Something come out of the past.

Come on, Gino.

An experienced officer, 18 years out of force.

Hit twice at point -blank range on a side street in lower Manhattan.

Almost dawned. Didn't even get a chance to draw his own weapon. That sound like

a hit to you?

What do you want from me?

If I knew the answers, I'd give them to you.

You may have the answers without knowing it. Get back to the squad room. Put

everything you know down on paper.

Anything and everything. If you consider it important or not, go ahead.

Lieutenant Kojak, just a minute, Captain.

Officer?

I want you to check out everybody there in that crowd. Names, addresses, set of

appointments to have them interrogated. I want you to make a house -to -house.

Check on tenants, superintendents, barmaids, bartenders.

I want a complete history on this block by tonight.

Officer.

Just table that.

What the hell does that mean?

Not my idea.

Here.

Open it up. It's been dusted.

There's a hundred of them.

$10 ,000, Theo. They found it on Donnelly.

$10 ,000, Theo.

Let's talk to Chief Burke on the phone.

Feels that since Donnelly was one of your men, that maybe you're not the

to head up the investigation.

Now, look, I'm not ignoring 27 departmental commendations, Lieutenant,

unfortunately, intelligence, industry, and courage don't rule out the

possibility of dishonesty. Now, you look, Chief.

We've known Tom Donnelly from the beginning. He's given his entire adult

the force. He can't defend himself, but I damn well can.

And I'm not about to sit around and let the only thing he left behind go down

the drain, and that's his reputation. Who's talking about his reputation? This

is no kangaroo court. We simply want the facts.

How do you explain the $10 ,000, Kojak? I'm biased, Commissioner.

Tom Donnelly was a friend of mine. I'll let the killer explain it. I respect

your loyalty to your friend.

But this concerns the integrity of the entire force. If the press discovers a

case of suspected police corruption is being investigated by the suspect's

former associates in his own unit, I can read the editorial in the Times now.

Well, who gives a good... Commissioner, what about the funeral?

Papers will expect an honor guard with the mayor attending, commissioner's

paying his last respects.

I mean, whatever else, Donnelly is a slain cop.

What, an inspector's funeral?

Under the circumstances, I don't see how that's possible.

The burial services are Tuesday. The Internal Affairs Division won't have

completed its investigation by then. Commissioner!

We must allow Tom Donnelly's body to go into the ground to sign it.

I want those two days.

If I find that my man was suspect of anything, I'll be the first one to blow

whistle with IAD.

But I want those two days.

All right, Kojak.

Whatever you need, whatever you want, ask for it.

If anyone in the entire department fails to accommodate you, call my office.

There'll be no release to the press.

No decision as to the nature of the funeral.

Until Tuesday.

After that, it's your funeral, Lieutenant.

All right, let's get with it.

Saperstein, there's going to be an awful lot of people coming to pay their last

respects to Tom Donnelly and to try to console his widow. I want them all

questioned discreetly.

Donnelly's recent behavior, his mental attitude, new acquaintances, anything,

but I do mean discreetly. Now, look, man, I know this is as painful to you as

is to me, but it's got to be done if we're going to clear Tom Donnelly's

reputation for the few of us who still care.

You better tell that to Lieutenant.

Lieutenant?

Prince Forensic has got a preview for you. Yes, Prince.

Yes.

Well, that's what you call one cool, neat widow -maker.

Thanks a lot.

This guy.

He picked up the expended cartridges and he took them with him.

Stavros, you pick up everything in Tom Diley's locker, have it examined and

catalogued.

Everything. Bank books, statements, anything that bears investigation.

Here's the key to the evidence room. I already imparted it. All right, Swanson,

you'll be present at that examination. I don't want anything missing. You

understand? Wait a minute, Lieutenant. What is this?

I'm not Donnelly's partner, Lisa. Hell, you're not.

When one man in this precinct comes under suspicion, the entire unit becomes

Donnelly's partner. Now, look, we got two days to polish his badge and ours.

Because on Wednesday, the Eternal Affairs shoe flies, they're gonna be all

us, like a groom on a honeymoon.

And let me tell you something.

We all better be virgins.

or have a pretty good story.

Now, go ahead.

Crocker? Yes, sir.

I want the tax returns and the bank statements on Donnelly for the past two

years. Lieutenant, Sunday.

Well, you make a leave at Friday and have somebody at the bank agree with

Right on.

Look, Tracy, I want all the names, the present whereabouts of these guys that

Alicia and Donnelly have been examining for the past two years.

And you, Flanagan, for the same period of time, pick up the files and use paper

clippings from Central Research. Go ahead.

All right, get more muscle on the desk. We're on full 24 -hour status through

Tuesday. Call communications for an additional switchboard and an open line

the 6th. Call all divisions. Tell them we have a priority call on all manpower.

And if you get any feedback at all, you call the commissioner's office.

Done. Deal.

Here's the prelim or tops.

Now, let me just hone that in. The full report should be in by late this

afternoon.

Why do you want to put yourself through all this?

Why not let the shoe flies take up the dirt? That's what they get paid for.

They do the same thing for you, Al.

I've been retracing the last month, step by step.

I keep looking for something, anything. There's nothing.

Now, listen, I can't believe that anybody would want to blow Tom away

because, listen, even the mugs he collared, you know they liked him.

What about the case you've been working on?

Those Furloff burglaries.

How long is that been dragging on now?

Well, maybe 15 weeks.

18?

Hey, well, you guys aren't exactly Batman and Robin.

They narrowed you for a quarter of a minute ever since you caught the case?

Wait a minute, wait a minute. This isn't amateur night at the Apollo.

These floaters are organized.

And they're foxy.

They got themselves an out -of -town fence we can't even trace.

And they keep switching their M .O. on us.

Our last two stakeouts came up empty because we were babysitting one place

they hit us someplace else.

Do you ever think they might be staking you out, Gino?

Ever think of that?

What are you driving at?

Well, you and Tom Donnelly have been partners for 12 years.

When he needs a commission, you get heartburn. What are you saying, Theo?

are you saying? What I'm saying is ten big ones, baby, that can buy an awful

of stakeouts. In the right place, in the wrong place.

Relax. Take it easy, Gino.

Lieutenant, you all right in there?

Yeah, I'm all right. Just taking a statement from Detective Alifi.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I'm sorry, Gino.

I just had to know.

Okay, okay.

No hot feelings?

No hot feelings.

No hot feelings.

Gino, I'm going to need your peace.

What are you talking about, Theo?

Well, you're all steamed up, you know. I just want you to take off a couple of

days until we get things squared away.

Theo, the guy that killed Tom planted the money on him.

Planted?

10 ,000 balloons?

Do you know?

If someone wanted to frame you or Tom, all they need is 1 ,000.

Okay, okay, okay.

But you're still gonna need me to lay out Tom's S .O .P. for you. His

informants, his whole bag of tricks.

Theo, please listen to me.

I knew Tom better than anybody.

And if he was into anything, I'd be the first one to tumble, right?

That's just it, Gino.

You knew Tom Dunley better than anybody.

And they're going to begin to wonder about you, too.

That's why I got Benchy.

For your sake and for Tom's.

All right, all right.

Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

Gino.

Keep in touch with Sergeant Vine.

I want a tail put on Gino.

I want to know who he talks to.

I want to know where he goes.

I want to know where he is every minute. The same kind of surveillance you'd

give any other homicide suspect.

Theo, not Gino. I mean, you can't possibly think I want to believe it.

But if Tom Donnelly wasn't on the pad, then somebody set him up.

And right now I got a very narrow field to pick from.

Hello,

Theo.

It's a terrible thing.

How's Master here?

Well, everyone faces these trials in a different way. I came to comfort her.

She's comforted me.

She's in the kitchen now, making me a cup a day. Thanks, Father.

Hello, Theo.

You look like you need a good cup of tea.

It's orange peephole.

He was a good cop.

And after 24 years, he still liked his work.

I don't feel he told me someday that this would happen.

New York is a dangerous place, and I believe him.

Poor Gino.

He must be taking it hard.

Yeah, well, I've given him a couple of days off.

They were practically married.

Gino was grounds for divorce.

Well, it's Tino.

Batch?

Tom was carrying $10 ,000 in $100 bills when he found him.

No.

My God, no, he wouldn't do that, Theo.

You know that he wouldn't stand still for a payoff I'd suspect you of at

Well, you know it's been known to happen.

He wouldn't know who to go to for it.

What about last night?

Well, it was no different than any other night.

He telephoned about six to tell me not to wait dinner. He and Gino were working

late.

Gino wasn't with him?

Hey, Madge, I thought I'd ask you.

Was there any sign of another woman?

No.

Poor Tom.

Not even that.

Ten thousand dollars.

Could have had a lot of women in good times with that.

Theo, I wish it were true.

I wish to God he'd had ten thousand dollars worth of good times before he

He deserved to have one jackpot.

Theo, I'll tell you why he was out at night alone.

There was nothing for him to come home to.

We hadn't really been men and wife for, oh, six months.

Ever since Jack dropped out of the police academy.

Tom blamed me for that.

Why did he blame you?

Because he thought I was putting ideas in Jack's head about something better in

life than being a cop.

I did.

about Jack dropping out of the academy.

I didn't expect Tom to take that on.

By the way, where is he? I thought he'd be here with you.

Oh, he's coming.

Father Dugan called him. He'll be here just as soon as he can. I still think it

was a kid. I expected him to be living at home.

Oh, no, he's taking some of those courses at CCNY, and he got an apartment

the village last week so he could be near his classes.

Personal effects from Tom's locker room.

Tools of the trade.

Thank you. Thank you, Theo.

Thanks for coming by.

Hey, Miz.

If you ever need anything... Thank you, Theo.

What is it, Theo?

I don't know.

What if the money wasn't for him?

I mean, suppose he needed it for something else.

Suppose he needed it for someone who was close and dear to him and in serious

trouble.

Jack.

But what kind of trouble could he be in when he hasn't even got a girl?

And anyway, he wouldn't go to Tom for help. He had too much pride.

It was bad.

Just grabbing at straws.

Got to get.

What was his height?

Where can I find this woman?

I know, but I got to have a little more than what you're telling me.

Just a moment. Hold on, please.

Hello.

Hold on.

Hello. Any

word

from Garcia on his interviews?

No, so far so good.

Crocker, let's call for Donnelly's financial statement.

They show a current balance of $2 ,400.

That's it?

That's all we're able to uncover.

$2 ,400.

That's about a C -note for every year he's been on the force. He could have

better on welfare.

Well, there was something else, sir. Two days before the murder, he made a

withdrawal of $300.

What are you looking for?

Look at the serial numbers on the bank notes we found on him.

One hundred hundred dollar bills and all but three are sequentially numbered.

What do you think of that?

I don't know. I don't know either. But I got a hunch.

Squadron. I asked you to put a tail on Gino.

Hmm? Where are they?

Let me call you back.

Lieutenant, you can take at least his piece away from him. You can even lift

shield. But you can't keep him off this case.

Because he wants to clear Tom's name and nail the killer worse than you do.

Well, just tell me where he is.

He's up at the 6th helping Officer Garcia.

Unofficially. All right, Sergeant.

There's no need to break into a sweat over it. Just get him on the phone.

Oh, Sergeant.

You can save the taxpayer's money.

Take the tail off Gino. That's stupid.

Get him on the phone, huh?

Ron.

What do you expect to get from him, Theo?

Braun's a shallock, right?

To Tom and me, he was just a mouth for hire.

Yeah, but if Donnelly needed bread, lots of it, and he didn't want Mads to know.

10 Gs, Theo. 10 Gs. Right there.

Hold it. Hmm?

I'm not talking to you.

Well, that's what he contracted for.

Only what he hadn't figured on was that Braun, that pinstripe shark with the

doctors cut up front.

Yeah, he'd do that.

Braun would do that.

Forcing Donnelly to run to the bank for 300.

But for what, Theo?

10 grand.

For what? Well, there's a question that Braun can answer for us.

Only when you bring him in.

Man, I've seen how condemned buildings are in better shape than this. Repeat

last statement.

Easy, Gino. You're bending the threads.

Come on.

Come on.

Hello, Coach Jack.

Would you pardon me for not rising? What's not to pardon?

I figured you wanted to talk to me.

One of your men was getting somebody's gravy, and you wanted to know who was on

the give.

Am I right?

For how much?

Do you, Kocek?

It's on the house.

Sad Claus himself.

That is, if I find out anything.

He's a real philanthropist.

Well, anyway, I don't waste cops.

Oh, don't you?

Not even if they're any of a heavy dough?

Braun, come on.

You'd bust your mother's arm in three places if she lost her subway token.

Your jokes are getting stale, Kocek.

You need a fall guy.

Don't go poking in my garbage.

I'm alibied.

I know. You're out dedicating an office, right?

Hey, I'm a businessman.

You think I'll lend 10 G's to a cop on inspector's pay?

How'd you know it was 10 ,000?

Huh? Come here, Betso.

You want two patrol cars sitting outside your fancy house on Long Island for six

months? What would the neighbors think?

So you tell me.

How'd you know it was 10 ,000? You think you're the only heat I talk to?

It's all over the department.

All of them are getting itchy.

Want to find out how to apply for Donnelly's job.

Who wouldn't?

Look, Fatso.

Take a good look, huh?

You just bought yourself a lifetime supply of insomnia.

Now you get your fat cockers out of here before I book you violating the

ecology.

Ten big ones.

Like the man says, what shark's gonna loan that amount of money for a cop?

So if you couldn't borrow it, you really only had one other way to go. I gotta

find out what would bend a straight arrow like Tom Donnelly.

What could come down that heavy in his life?

Something was bothering him.

I don't know what it was, but it was something.

He wouldn't explain it, he wouldn't discuss it.

12 years together.

It was like we were just introduced.

He just lost interest, Theo. I don't know why.

But it wasn't any fun anymore.

How long?

Six months?

Yeah, how did you know that?

Ever since this boy was flopped out of the police academy.

One move out of you, pig, and I blow your head off.

Now we're getting out of here.

It's a good way to get yourself shot, Casey.

Look at the sign on the wall.

Another officer got killed doing just that up in the 17th last summer.

All right, everybody, take a break.

Theo.

Hi, Toby.

Heard about Tom on the radio. You handling it? Yeah.

I need your help, Toby.

Sure. Anything I can do?

Well...

I want some information on Tom's son, Jack.

Why'd he drop out of the academy?

Just insufficient interest. I guess the kid didn't want it badly enough.

Toby, I got a dead cup in my hands.

He's a friend of yours and he's a friend of mine. Now, both Tom's wife and Gino

told me he was a changed man after it happened. Why?

What'd you expect?

An only son.

You always wanted that kid to be a cop. It's natural he was shook.

Shook, okay.

But six months later and Tom Donnery never came unshook.

Now what are you trying to hide? That's Jack, why don't you? Because I'm asking

you.

It was a morals charge. We deep -sixed it for his father's sake.

Don't you think you better elaborate?

Another rookie registered the complaint.

Theo, do I have to draw pictures?

He had a skeleton rattling in the family closet, huh?

Have you talked to his son?

Well, I may have to sooner or later.

But I figured I'd hold off.

Look, Max, in case I'm wrong, I don't want to involve the kid.

Well, you're right. He's been through enough.

I'm going to match both.

Anyway, I'll see him at the week.

Yeah.

I'll sign it later.

Go on, Vine.

Hit the squad up at Donnelly's Flowers.

Put the lieutenant and me down for 20.

Right.

So we got the scenario for a shakedown.

Now, all I got to do is find out where Tom Donnelly got all that cash and for

whom.

You got a rumble?

A little one.

Those furlough burglaries that Gino and Tom were working on, 18 weeks and not

one arrest.

No, you could package that with the wraparound deodorant and still come out

a stink.

Any brands of yellow?

Let's see. The fence would have netted close to 200 ,000 bananas.

Yeah, it'll be worth it to them, all right.

But was it worth it to Donnelly, Theo?

To sell out the badge to a gang of boosters in order to finance a shakedown

payoff just because this kid's homosexual?

Oh, I don't know, Mac.

You know, I'm not his father.

All I know is that internal affairs will be swarming all over this case come

Wednesday. Well, I .A .D., it won't hurt so much. It won't be personal.

Mac,

Tom Donnelly's a friend of ours.

You're a cop, I'm a cop.

What does that mean?

We got to call off the game because we don't like the weather?

You're right.

Absolutely.

Division commander. I'm talking like a boy scout.

Because it's smart, Snack.

You know something?

I would have laid book on Tom Donnelly any price.

So would I.

So would I.

I think Gino knew that he was in on it.

My money says no.

The problem is it's the same book I would have laid on Donnelly.

I should have listened to my mother.

She wanted me to become a priest.

Yeah, you would have been great in the confessional.

Bless you.

I assume you got a plan.

Yeah.

Well, Gino promised to put me away with a squeal who tipped him on the furlough

of robberies.

What's squeezing him going to buy you? Might get a name on the guy who greased

Tom. Maybe even get a name on the guy who killed him.

Hey, we're supposed to be solving a homicide, right?

But if you're right, Theo, we're paying an awful high price to solve it.

Yeah, Sammy, quiet down.

You're going to hurt yourself.

Huh? What are you doing?

What, you want something fast?

You come any closer and I start to yell.

I'm not going quietly to let you cover up for Donnelly.

I was going to hurt you, Sammy. I just want to answer some questions. Put that

thing away, will you?

Now you can stand up, sit down, anything you want. Just be careful.

You keep away from me. I'm not talking to you.

Don't you know I can put the cuffs on you and drag you downtown as a material

witness? So put that thing down.

Yeah, and then I get blown away trying to escape, right?

Could have shot you in self -defense. What's this, a bagel?

Huh?

Not a real short fuse, Sammy.

I think Tom Donnelly's dead.

But that doesn't mean that you're next, does it?

You're going to make him a dead hero.

But you figure knowing what I do, you've got to kill me first to make it thick.

Who wants to kill you?

But tell me why.

I tipped Donnelly and Gino on those furloughed burglaries they staked out.

My scam was right on. It was bona fide, confidential.

I mean, no one else knew till I told them.

Someone sent you with the wrong information, and then they hit the other

Sure, and my mother's a gypsy princess.

Look, somebody leaked on Brain. It sure wasn't me.

Look, I got enough trouble without dealing bad scam to the heat.

But believe me, my information was right on the money.

Always, 100 % before.

Yeah, well, that's what you say.

Where'd you get your dips?

That's all I need, you know.

You make them friends with my friends.

Look, I'm trying to live to be 23.

Come on, give me a break.

A name, Sammy.

That's all a name.

I want the brains behind the eyes. Man, I don't know.

Then how did Donnelly get to him? Or better still, how did he get to

It was not through me.

Look, it's not a lie. I swear to you, on my mother's grave, it's not a lie. I

don't know.

My friends, they only work for him. I want that name, Sammy.

And I've got until tomorrow.

I hate to have to keep coming around here.

I mean, you're friends. They might get the right idea.

And look, I'm your biggest fan.

I'm rooting for you to make 23, you understand?

Don't disappoint me.

Let's go, Gino.

Sammy here's got work to do.

Here, could you go?

Don't cut yourself.

I don't think this is the time or the place to talk about what kind of a

he's going to have, fellas. I mean, it's a very distressing situation.

I knew Donnelly well.

Family.

Fine officer.

Very fine man.

Lovely wife. Child.

Oh, very distressing business.

Great loss.

Have you paid your respects, Theo?

I don't see Jack around.

He hasn't arrived yet. I'm a bit worried.

Thanks, Brad.

Hey, Bill.

How are you doing?

Hey, Bill. How are you?

Claire, will you wash that coffee? I want to talk to Theo about tomorrow's

arrangement.

Well, Theo, what's it to be?

Is Tom Donnelly to have his inspector's funeral?

Or is it to be the side streets and the rented hearse and a carload of friends

to see him as far as the cemetery?

Well, it's all up in the air, Madge. It's still undecided.

I see.

And should I park the body in the freezer, do you suppose, while they make

their minds?

I'm sorry.

I'm doing the best I can.

I'm sorry, Theo. It's not that. It's Jack.

He hasn't even been to the house.

And I don't know why, Theo.

He and his father had some sort of big argument last week, but that's no

Not now.

Now that Tom's dead.

Theo.

I'll see you in a minute.

It was Elysium. It's home.

Somebody iced Sammy Marino.

You were at the, uh, La Culebra?

La Culebra.

You with him? Aye.

You were together?

Yes.

A relative?

Yes.

All right, I'll tell you what I want you to do. Stick around, because I don't

want you to get too far away. I may need you.

All right, stick around.

What do you got so far?

He left the bar at 4 a .m.

I think it was about 4 .30 a .m., which is as far as he got.

Stopped by an ice pick.

Workman found him on his way to work.

He didn't see anybody.

How about that dude over there with the patent -letter pump -a -door?

The relative.

He identified the body.

Where was he when the ice pick fell?

Sandro, come here.

What is this, man?

What you want me for?

Where were you last night, Sandro? Late.

Tell me.

Taking care of business, man.

You know.

La Culebra. The Viper. West 18th Street. An after -hours joint.

What about Sam? Tell me about Sammy. Was he a friend, a relative?

A mariposa?

He may be your friend.

I don't know, man.

He's maricón.

Pagola.

Sammy Moreno.

Informant, bartender, and Tommy's kid.

Both of them $3 bills.

You stay on it here. Keep in touch with Vine.

All right,

kiss off, Goldilocks.

Your porridge is getting cold.

Mitch told me you enrolled at CCNY.

What's this here?

The campus candy store?

Hey, you call me Lieutenant.

I went over to your apartment first looking for you, and then it struck me

a bolt out of the blue, pow, that you'd be here along with Sammy Marino.

But he was interrupted by a very sharp instrument.

That's quite a turnout at the wake.

Big turnout.

Everybody's asking for you. You're missed.

What's the matter, Sonny?

Can't stand to see your old man stretched out in a coffin?

I understand. I understand. Oh, I understand.

I understand your father's dead.

And already he's a graffiti gag on subway walls.

I also understand he's dead because of you.

No, that isn't true.

No?

Then what happened last week with your father? I understand you had harsh words

just thrown out of the house.

Remember that?

What was that about?

What was it always about?

It wasn't Joe Namath. It wasn't good enough for him. I couldn't handle that.

It was an assault on his manhood.

And if you're saying that's what killed him, you're wrong.

No. It hurt him. And I can understand that, being brought up in a tough Irish

neighborhood.

What killed him was the $300.

That's something I sold your father short.

I should have known better. He wasn't on the take it. He wasn't on the give

either. You see, the money was still on him, all $10 ,000 of it. If the killer

had the composure to gather up his spent cartridges, he had time enough to

snatch your father's wallet.

And there's only one explanation.

Whoever killed him didn't know he had the money on him.

Come on, you want to take it from there, Jack? I don't know what you're talking

about. Why don't you just leave me alone, huh? Just leave me alone.

Because I'm down to the wire, sonny boy, and I've got no time to fool around.

Yeah.

Very touching.

Very, very touching.

I'd be more impressed if I thought those tears were for your old man.

Do you want to nail the man that wasted your father?

I don't, don't you even care?

Of course I care. I care.

Then why don't you finger him? Because I can't.

That argument was over the money, wasn't it?

Yeah, he found money in my bedroom.

He wanted to know where I got it from.

I told him there was a man, a respectable businessman, a wealthy man,

a closet queen.

I've been shaking him down.

He looked at the money and he asked me if that was all of it.

I told him that was all of it except for $300 that I'd spent.

He put the money in his pocket and he walked out of the room.

And I never saw him again after that.

That was it?

He didn't tell you what he was going to do?

No.

And you couldn't guess?

No. You told him the man's name?

Yes. He kept after me until... And yet you couldn't guess what he would do

No! He wanted the name so he could return the money.

That's what he was doing alone in the village at that time in the morning.

That's why he withdrew $300 of his own savings.

That's why he went in, not at the ready.

And you have no idea who killed him.

Seeing as close to him as you and me.

Two shots at point -blank range.

I don't believe it.

He wouldn't do that. He couldn't do that. Well, not if you're telling the

about shaking down a John.

Only we both know different, don't we?

You had to explain the money somehow, and the truth would have put you behind

bars along with your friend.

So you told your father one story could square with his policeman's conscience,

and your father figured he could square things by returning the money.

And that's what got him killed.

I didn't know. I swear to God. You didn't want to know.

That's the difference between us. The difference between you and me. I did.

It was you tipping the gang off to those police takeouts, passing along

information you'd somehow managed to finesse from your old man's duty

That's what put all that bread in your bedroom, right?

Your father turning up like that spooked your friend who didn't even wait to

learn the reason for your old man being there. He just blasted away.

Hey, why speculate?

Let's ask him, why don't we?

No.

No.

Listen, I did wrong. I'll take the blame for that.

Okay, but don't ask me to give you his name.

I'm asking.

You referred to it as my sickness.

as if a massive dose of penicillin would take care of everything.

Where'd he get the sanctimonious moral judgments from, huh? 24 years in the

force. Who the hell is he?

Just a cop.

A cop.

Has a father, a husband? I don't know.

Failure, disappointment, maybe? I don't know that.

But there's one thing that he never failed.

And he never disappointed.

His badge.

And what's he got to show for 24 years?

A clean record.

I'm asking you, kid.

Your friend's freedom?

Or your father's honor?

Think up your mind which it's going to be.

That's Paul Kimbrough, 428 Blinker Street.

Yeah, and San Gino. He deserves at least that.

And the cavalry.

Right.

How many did you say were up there?

At this time of the day, I don't know. It's hard to say.

He has a ring.

Middleman.

They, uh, peddled stolen goods. He bankrolls the jobs and his ring handles

turnover.

Jack!

Hey, Jack! It's Edgar, one of the gang. What do I do?

Relax.

What are you doing standing out here? Are you auditioning for Sunstroke?

Come on. Paul's in one of his bad moods. Uh,

you better get upstairs and calm him down.

Okay, sure. I was just going.

Ciao, kids.

That's what I call a dandruff problem.

Paul, it's me, Jack.

It'll take all day.

You stay here.

I don't want to see two Donleys buried in one week.

You going up there alone?

I don't have a choice.

The enforcement will be here in a minute. Now you keep a lookout.

I told you to stay down there. I forgot to tell you there's a window to the

roof. You can get away.

Breathe.

All right, give it up,

Timberl.

You haven't got a prayer.

Is this the piece you wasted time with?

There should have been more of it.

Come on, come on, get up.

Get up.

Take it easy, I'll do the talking.

And get an ambulance.

They shot Donnelly's kid.

In a solemn graveside service this morning, a crowd estimated in a

paid final respects to Detective Tom Donnelly.

Donnelly, a 24 -year veteran, leaves behind a wife, a son, and a record of

public service and bravery which will long be revered by his department.

Among those at graveside were the mayor, the police commissioner, and comrades

from all five boroughs.