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You give your hand to me And then you say

hello And I can hardly

speak My heart is beating so And

anyone could tell You think you know

me well But you don't know

But you don't.

a piano player, trust me.

Uh -huh.

See anybody suspicious in here? If I had a client that looked like that and sung

like that, I'd put the whole world under suspicion. Come on, will you, Al?

Come on backstage anyway, huh? She can stand a little encouragement.

They loved her.

Look, they could tear the roof down. She still wouldn't believe it.

Not unless it was her father who told her she was doing it perfect. And he's

jail. In jail?

Yeah. Casey Milano. Did you ever hear of him?

Ah, yeah. Jazz musician in the 50s.

They sent him up for killing a pusher, right? Right. 10, 11 years ago? That was

more like 13 or 14.

Hey, Juan, you know those flowers I brought in? Yes. Take them back to the

dressing room, will you?

Hey, and tell Ben to back send them. Okay. Come on, let's go.

Yeah, but that's not really the way it's supposed to be. The Times is coming

next week, and I want it to be perfect next week. Perfect, Francesca. Next

weekend, you're going to be sublime.

Oh, wait a minute.

So here's the chart. If you want to call me, we'll get together and work on it.

All right, I probably will. All right.

Did you get the recording from my father, right? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Great

all on one side. I'll mail it to him in the morning. No, it's just a thing to

you. I'd rather get it out when I know it's out.

Oh, excuse me. Hi.

I think you're wonderful.

Thank you.

Excuse me, this is a friend of mine. He used to hang around a club. He used to

play uptown a couple of years ago.

Lieutenant Kojak.

This is Francesca Milano.

The tenant here is the best detective in Manhattan.

He's also flat as an iron below middle C.

Detective.

I don't know many detectives, Lieutenant.

I told Theo about the person you said was following you home every weekend.

Oh?

Well, what are you going to do, Lieutenant?

Fake out my house?

Grab the first person who talks to me on the street?

Probably pick up the wrong man anyhow.

Forget it.

I only mentioned it in passing out. You know, I didn't want to make a big

production number out of that.

Well, Miss Milano. Here, I'll take it.

You were very nice tonight, Miss Francesca.

Thank you, Juan.

Francesca, you're the greatest.

Do you know these people?

No.

They know my favorite flower.

You see, Lieutenant, strangers send me flowers, wait around the back door.

Sometimes they even follow me home.

Part of the business.

It doesn't frighten me.

I'm glad you liked the performance.

Thank you. Thank you.

If you want to talk to me tomorrow, I'll be at home. I'm going to work on that

new tune.

Thank you for caring.

Good night. Good night.

Good night.

You're welcome.

Talk about your cool children. Hey, what did the police do?

Crucify your father?

When she was ten, she saw them damn near kill him when they broke into their

apartment to arrest him. Yeah, well, he killed the junkie and ran from the

scene. The cops are not in pursuit. That's the way I remember it. Not

According to KC, he says he was knocked out from behind in a Connections hotel

room. When he came to, the pusher was shot to death, the house dick had cuffs

him, and he was calling the police.

It was like panic. Just took off, cuffs and all.

He was a fall guy.

Well, that was a long time ago. But look, if you want, I can always assign a

to follow her. If she found out I was doing anything behind her back, she'd

me.

Maybe I'm just being a little overprotective or something.

I mean, hell, I'd like to follow her home myself, you know?

Well, if you need any help, don't be ashamed to ask.

How about that high C? Stay out of my show, okay?

I got the telephone number. I'll give it to him as soon as... Hold on a minute.

I thought you were going to get a haircut. More and more, you're beginning

look like that fat guy on television.

My barber won't take me anymore.

Well, very simple. Under the yellow pages, you find poodles. Where's Mr. Old

Pepper? He should eat this up.

Hold on a second. You handle him. Hold on.

You got a Mr. Al Grant on line three.

You want to bring me a cup of coffee, Stavros?

No.

But I will anyway.

Somebody was going through her personal things when she got home last night.

You know, I wouldn't be surprised if she suspected us.

Tell me, is she willing to cooperate or not?

Look, I don't know, and frankly, I don't care.

There's been a crime and she's in danger. Look, I'll hire a private eye if

have to do it.

Take it easy, will you, Al?

And relax.

I'll send a man.

Could you come, too, please?

All right, Al. For you, anything.

It's Waverly Place.

252.

He's coming to trial Thursday.

Why? All right, volunteer. I need you.

Stavros. Yes.

Did you pick her up before?

Yeah. Did you kiss it up to God?

Of course.

Good, then I'll eat it.

Now, look, you remember musician Casey Milano, early 60s?

He played a clarinet. Sure.

He went up for murder.

I never did get to see him in person, though. Well, I'm interested in the

okay? So you look up the records and let me know? Yes, sir. Hey, why me,

Lieutenant? This is going to put me so far behind, you know?

Because I need a real charmer, Crockett.

Do you understand?

And don't complain until you see the victim.

Come, my son.

Yeah, I'll need a gun and some shells.

Oh, any kind.

200 bucks?

Yeah, well, I thought I'd get it last night.

I'll... I'll try again today.

May I speak to Deputy Warden Calder, please?

Lieutenant, I'll call the security company and I'll have them change the

Personally, I think that the most important thing you can do, Miss Milano,

protect yourself.

And bars wouldn't be a bad idea.

Lieutenant, in six months, my father gets out of prison. After 14 years, bars

would be a very bad idea, I think.

Have you found anything else missing yet, Miss Milano?

Uh... Maybe a scrapbook of clippings, but, uh, mostly he just looked through

things.

Oh.

Uh, may I push you away? Did you fall against this, uh, picture?

No.

Hmm.

Well, what we got here is a very neat intruder.

You know, the picture falls on the floor, then he hangs it up. Crocker.

See that print over there?

Maybe take it and get it lifted.

Hello?

Mr. Calder?

Hi, Francesca Milano.

Somebody broke into my place last night, and I would really like to talk to my

father about it if I could. Do you think you could get him to the phone?

Well, if I'm not mistaken, he... Hold on a second.

Yeah.

I thought he'd be with you by now.

What? Well, he got an early release two days ago because of those heart attacks

he's been having.

He's not here. He's on the outside.

Thank you.

You reach your father, okay?

Yeah, yeah. He's calling me back.

We'll send a forensic team over, okay? Look for fingerprints to get a free dust

job at your apartment.

How about those clippings he stole? What were they about?

Personal things.

My reviews, I saw.

Lieutenant, I don't want the police dusting this place or whatever it is

you do.

Oh?

If you don't mind.

Francesca, somebody follows you home, somebody breaks into your apartment.

I've got to do something. No.

I'm sorry, Al.

No. I don't want the police in my life.

I mean it.

Cat, we're dealing here with a young woman who distrusts the police.

Besides, she's been living on her own so long that she just won't accept help

from anybody else.

She won't even let me mail a letter for her.

Now, her apartment was broken into. Property was stolen.

Exactly. What was this property?

A scrapbook full of clippings about her career.

No, that scrapbook was full of clippings about her father's murder trial.

Now, we discussed that before calling you.

Oh, no.

She specifically told me they were clippings about herself.

Why lie about that?

Here's the picture I walked up to. Sorry about that.

Thanks, Frank. Just thought that might get lost. Yeah, man.

Big, different type, right?

You know, case in our case, I'm getting very curious.

Give me some scotch tape, will you, Frank? A little powder?

Thanks.

So this intruder was interested in her father, not in her.

Maybe he took something else she's not telling us about.

Like what?

Letters? Hey, who knows? From Milano.

He's getting out of jail in six months.

There's two people who've got to have that on their minds.

Who's that?

Whoever really killed that pusher.

And the house detective who supposedly framed Milano for it.

Here, try checking that print against anybody who was heavily involved in the

case.

Okay.

Defense name, any other suspect?

Yeah, this is Joe Edison.

He was the wholesaler who supplied the pusher.

He had some sort of running argument with him.

The problem was that...

Addison had ten phonies who swore that Addison was in a pool hole shooting pool

at the time of the murder.

You know this Addison?

Yeah, we know him.

He's into pimping, dope.

He's got a local operation uptown.

Is he a murderer?

Murderer, Al? No.

Animals don't murder.

They just kill.

Dear Marion, my lawyers now think the real killer is someone named Addison.

Unfortunately, he's got a pack of flunkies ready to swear he was shooting

with them all night way up around 125th Street.

If we can't break that alibi, the detective's testimony will probably send

straight to jail for 20 years.

I think I'll die without you.

And being away from Francesca is something I don't even dare imagine.

Hey, Lieutenant.

You were brilliant. The thumbprint from Francesca's is a perfect match with the

one from the Milano case.

Yeah, who's?

Casey Milano. That's impossible. He's in jail.

I got Dannemora on the phone right now, and he was released two days ago because

of a bad pump.

Francesca said he was there, and that's another lie she laid on us.

Who are you talking to?

Deputy Warden called. He's putting some heat on Milano's cellmate, a guy named

Tebbets. See if he knows anything.

Cronker?

Yeah.

Tebbets gave him a name, Mark Fish.

Fish. You know what Milano was planning?

Yeah. He wanted to clear his name for his daughter's sake.

Okay. Thank you.

Mark Fish hangs out 8th and 46th. Mark, by any other name, was so just as fishy.

Mark Fish.

Hey, look.

You take Stavros.

You go pick him up. And see if he got to Milano yet.

Hello. I don't know if I'm calling exactly the right place, but I'm trying

locate Joe Addison.

No, no. I got his name a couple of years ago from somebody downtown.

Was she a hooker?

Sure, honey. I mean, why do you think I'm calling?

Seventh pocket?

And what time do you suppose he might be there?

Around nine.

Thanks. When do I see the gun?

Take it easy.

Yeah. It's already loaded.

Hey!

I mean, how do I know this thing works?

You got a lifetime guarantee.

hospital until they sent him home.

Right.

Yeah, he got off lucky. You know, he hurt his elbow a little bit and like

He's all right. Ah, great.

Okay.

Malone's got a gun and he's either looking for Addison, that house

Smith, or both.

Except he's going to try to track them down first thing tomorrow.

Now, where's Francesca? Called my office around two. She asked me to advance her

a thousand bucks against her contract.

So my secretary just took it over to her place.

Yeah, well, her phone's been off the hook for over an hour now.

She hides a key in the hallway

What's the matter?

I'm looking for a Mr. Addison.

Maybe like you come up here asking for me.

Either needs a fix or just playing crazy.

Or looking to hustle.

Think it's just fine on blood?

You left out one thing, Mr. Addison.

I could be a friend.

Yeah.

Come on over here. Sit down, friend.

All right, back again.

Now, how close to a friend you want to be?

Close enough to save your life.

If you can help me save someone else's.

You see, my father just got out of jail for a murder he thinks you did.

14 years ago.

Milano? He came to my place when I wasn't there and stole a scrapbook.

There's a photo of you in it as well as some others.

He may be out to kill you for all I know.

I am willing to pay to help protect both of you.

A thousand dollars.

You have enough people to stop him without hurting him.

I know I could talk him out of this if I only had the chance.

Man comes up here to start trouble.

Good citizens got to stop him, don't they?

No, no, that's not what I... Look, I came up here in good faith.

I could have gone to the police.

You're a damn fool not to, lady.

What's all this?

She saved all his letters for 14 years.

My lawyers now think the real killer was a dealer named Joe Addison.

Of all the letters here, she picks up one that names Joe Addison.

7th Parker.

Oh, yeah, 134th Street.

What's wrong?

I mean, if this chick went to see Edison before her father, she's got more guts

than brains, that's what's wrong.

Well, she's scared, Theo.

7th Park, that's 134th Street.

And you're going alone?

If I bring a bunch of cops up there with me, I must start a war.

For God's sake.

I love my client 100%, not 10. Take me.

I know.

But she gets my job.

You come in, you wave him over, and turn away.

No witness, nothing. Maybe you'll leave here in the morning.

Does anybody really want to hurt a police with that?

Come here, Francesco.

What this lady does in my place is up to me now.

Addison, if you make me put a hole in the pocket of my favorite suit, I'm

get mad.

Tell me the move.

I didn't get where I am backing down from honky cops.

Addison, you got it all.

We got those big wheels outside by the curb.

You got all the pushers and the runners as friends.

And all the working girls that money can buy. Addison, you are king of the

block.

Now you tell blood to move.

Or Mr. Blood's gonna bleed.

King of his room is all I need to be right now.

Don't back down from me.

One hole ain't gonna kill me anyhow.

You think I'm gonna be a bigger fool as you?

Let him go, Blood.

We'll make sport out of getting them later.

Yeah, like we did with them Cubans.

I said let them go.

Go get your purse and your scarf, whatever you call it.

Go ahead.

Try me sometime.

Got

to be

like a box, brothers.

Time and place. Just right.

This was the time.

This was the place.

Because you ain't going to be king of nothing no more.

And you're not that Robert Smith.

I'm sorry, too.

Crocker, Manhattan South Detectives.

What are you doing here, Crocker?

Uh, well, I couldn't sleep anyhow, Lieutenant, and I figured that I might

well try and track down this Robert Smith before Francesca's father does.

Well, rouse somebody else out of bed, all right?

Have them stake out the seventh pocket on 134th Street.

And be careful up there.

Yeah, Milano could be looking for Addison.

And you have Central call me if anything breaks, okay?

All right.

tracking down Robert Smith now.

How is his arm, Lieutenant?

Well, he's never going to pitch for the New York Yankees, but he never did.

Do me a favor, Francesca, okay?

You call me, uh, Theo.

I mean, now that we're foxhole buddies.

I learned a lesson tonight.

Theo, you actually risked your lives for me. That's no small thing to do for a

stranger.

We're all strangers unless we choose otherwise.

Now, look.

Your father, where'd he get the money to buy that car?

He may have thought he'd find it in my apartment.

Well, how about the rest of the quartet?

I think he heard from Joe Penny every now and then.

But I don't know about the others. Joe Penny.

Joe Penny.

Ah.

From the Birdland to the pits.

The Bowery Follett's. Can you believe that?

Okay.

Can I ask why you're looking for this individual?

We just want to make sure no one gets hurt, Mr. Smith.

Were you involved in a murder trial back in 1963?

Sorry, you got the wrong... Hardy.

It's got to be about him.

Bobby, maybe we ought to go to the police.

Who's that going to help now?

Paula's safe now, but Addison could still come after you.

Keep the doors locked.

Don't go out for anything.

Where are you going?

Where I always go.

To work. If Milano makes the wrong move on me...

Why don't you pass it away to see what he's drinking?

Hey, Joe.

Look, I'm sorry to butt in.

I'm Lieutenant Kojak, Manhattan South.

I've got to ask you a couple of questions.

What did I do now?

It's about KC Milano.

KC's been pulling hard times for 14 years.

I know.

But he got out a couple of days ago and with a gun.

And we got a hunch he's looking to put the record straight.

Well, it wasn't right what they did to KC.

I mean, no way he would just jump up and knock off some pusher. The man wasn't

even a junkie.

Truth of the matter is, marrying his wife, that was her problem, not his.

I'm a coffee freak.

Thanks.

What'd you put in there?

Anazat?

Hey, I used to do it that way all the time.

I remember.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh.

Francesca.

Last time I saw you, you could stand on the grand piano.

Remember? In Birdland?

On the stage? Yeah, we'd be rehearsing and you'd run coffee for us, huh?

I must say, you do look the best part of your mom, you know.

And I am sorry to hear about her passing away.

That was five years ago, Joe.

She was feeling really good by then.

How's my father, Joe?

Your father?

How would I know, baby?

Joe, he's out.

He doesn't want to see me. He doesn't want to talk to me. That's not so.

Joe.

If there's anything that you can tell us, anything to help, please.

Okay, all right. He was here.

He borrowed 200 bucks and we talked.

About the good old days and other stuff.

What other stuff?

Well, he said whenever he read about you, he only mentioned two things.

That Casey Milano was your father.

And that your father was a murderer.

Oh, no.

That never hurt me.

I know, but it hurts him.

That's why I went to find that detective that said he saw him shoot that pusher.

He was going to get him to tell the truth.

So is Smith, not as he's after.

Joe, that helps.

How was he, Joe? How was he? Oh, scared.

But does he ever love and respect you?

He told me that you got a voice that sleeps in your heart and your soul's

Well,

all he wishes is that you had others to be close to, like we all had each other

in the good days.

I wish that, too.

Your wife's going to love that, sir. I got $13. I got a $13. I got a $13. I got

a $13.

$13. I got a $14. I got a $14. I got a $14. I got a $15. I got a $15. Coming up

for $15. I got a $15. I got a $16.

A $16. A $16. A $16. A $16. A $16. Thank you very much.

Casey.

I got $16 over there. I got $17. I got $17. $17 right over there. $17 once. $17

twice. $17 sold to that gentleman over there. Wrapped it up for him, John.

$17. What a bargain.

Robert Smith is now an ex -detective. Stavros found his home address from the

bartender's unit.

Got a pencil? He's not too far from you. I don't need a pencil.

66 East 4th Street. Now for a biggie.

Addison's dead.

Stabbed. They found him in his car on 125th Street a half hour ago. Addison.

Forsooth. Stabbed.

The king of the block is dead. Long live the king.

Come on, I'll take him on the car.

You don't need him.

I know where this man is.

Smith?

You know?

I remembered him from the trial.

I saw him about six months ago.

I was at a night game at Yankee Stadium.

He was a part -time.

Practically across the street. Big Irish bar.

Megan's. Megan's.

I've been younger.

Beat his head in 2015.

Well, I've got my own plans for him.

Let me see.

You gonna stop playing again?

No. No, Bob, I'm dying. I've had three attacks in six months.

This is why they let me out early.

I'm gonna get this detective to write down the truth.

Now, if he won't sign the statement, I'm gonna kill him. What have I got to

lose? I'm going anyway.

Casey, I doubt you're gonna kill him. Well, don't be too sure of that.

Just keep an eye on Francesca.

All right.

Just get down there and talk to her. Sure, sure.

Why not? Why not? Sure. And, Bob, well,

if you hear anything bad happen to me... Hey, hey, hey, hey. No. Just tell her

that no father, no father ever loved his daughter more.

I don't understand.

What is it you want?

Your husband, Mrs. Smith.

I don't know where he is.

Please, Mrs. Smith, help us before somebody else gets hurt.

Who are you?

I'm Casey Milano's daughter.

I've always felt so sorry for you.

Your father didn't kill anybody.

You should know that.

I always have.

Well, who did, Mrs. Smith?

His name is Addison.

He's a cruel man.

He told my husband to cover for him or else. Or else what?

Our son was four at the time.

Addison had seen him at the hotel with his father.

He said he would kill him if Bobby didn't frame your father.

He'd kill him.

Anybody else, that would have been a bluff, but not with Addison.

So...

We... We made a decision.

You're a father in jail.

For our son alive.

But what would you have done?

Mrs.

Smith.

Addison is dead.

If your husband and my father were to hurt each other now it would be too

for words.

Would you please tell us where he is? Yes.

I'd recognize you.

I got old fast.

You got a back room where we can do some talking?

Yeah.

Be back in a minute, Jeff.

You write down the truth.

Everything that really happened.

About me. About yourself.

Why you put me in jail.

You owe it to me.

And you owe it to my daughter, too.

Good bartender here named Smith.

He went in the back office.

Alone? No, with another guy.

We've had a good call.

What you did to us.

Let me tell it to you first.

Yes.

Please.

Relax.

Addison's dead.

Go call your wife.

for you to know that I was out for you to worry.

You all right?

I am now.

They gave me six months.

There's no way I'm going to go before that.

Francesca Milano. I

would

like to introduce to you my father, Casey Milano.

Standing here together tonight is a dream that I never would have thought

happen. And I may spend the rest of my life thanking those people that helped

make this dream come true.

Because of their courage and love, my world is a much bigger place.

Now, in the audience tonight, we also have two other members of the K .C.

Quartet. Joe Penny, one of the world's greatest jazz pianists.

And Mr. Bob Harris, my father's co -writer and lead guitarist.

Ladies and gentlemen, the quartet's theme song, For All We Know.