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Hey, when this guy shows up, give me about a half hour, okay?

And you can stay here or go for a drink.

Please prepare a letter to my attorneys, Miss Socrates, would you?

Inform them to settle with my wife for $2 ,000 a month or

until she gets married or three years.

Oh, make me a reservation in Bermuda for this weekend, would you? Nice hotel.

And double bed.

You're late. Took my time.

Wanted to be sure I wasn't followed.

the rest next month.

Lieutenant, the victim was shot with a handgun, possibly a .32.

Now, Central got a call from a female anonymous call at 3 .19 a .m.

Crocker, this is Larry Jordan's partner, Nelson Hewitt.

We went to the academy together a couple of light years ago.

This dictation was for you, Miss Socrates.

And you have no idea who was going to occupy the other half of the double bed

over the Bermuda Triangle.

Whoever she was, I really feel sorry for her.

Larry was in love this time.

I mean, you could tell just the way he walked in every morning.

Yeah.

The wife or the girlfriend?

You have no idea who could have made that anonymous call?

Probably the girlfriend, whoever she is.

You mean he didn't tell you?

He wanted to square things away with Joan first. That was his wife.

Oh, yes.

As little trouble as possible.

For himself, that's more like it.

Joan. This woman.

She must have had something over him.

To pull him away from me.

Yeah, well, we're trying to determine that, Mrs. Jordan.

As soon as we find out who she is.

She has long hair.

Dark. It comes out all over everything.

She wears some awful sort of red lip gloss.

Any idea what her name is?

I didn't need a name.

Just a jacket of Larry's he wore out with her one night.

Before he finally asked for the divorce.

Where's his body?

Downtown.

Um, you want me to get a man to take it?

No.

Part of my life is over.

Just like that.

No chance she could have pulled the trigger, huh?

I think if she would have had enough passion to do that, it would have been a

hell of a lot happier with him.

How about his cases? Anybody there might have killed him?

We were partners, but we didn't work on many cases together.

I brought him mostly bad news. He brought in the good.

You're going to have to go through his files yourself, Theo.

Hello. I tried to reach Jocelyn Mayfair. Who is this?

Well, I'm an insurance agent.

A client of ours copied down her license number when it was clipped by...

has her at this address, care of Mrs. Marion Mayfair. Well, they can have her,

period, but not at this address.

Where can I reach your daughter, Mrs. Mayfair? This is her aunt, and not her

mother, and I am certainly not her answering service.

If you will excuse me, I'm very busy.

Missing here to a small... fortune case closed one year ago.

There was a bunch of stolen vehicles he must have tracked down here for the

owners of the insurance companies.

Not exactly Sam Spade on the trail of deadly game, if you ask me.

Maybe... Maybe his mysterious girlfriend had a highly offended husband of her

own. Maybe, Frank.

The car in possession of one William Wood, age 32, arrested 6 -19 -65.

NYPD out -charges GLA, release 6 -21 -65, arrest them.

These are BCI statistics, Frank.

How does a private eye get yellow sheets from inside the force?

He finds a bad cop in records and buys them.

Sentence 12 -14 -69, two years, GLA, according to Nelson's source.

Parenthesis, Frank.

$300 and parenthesis.

Jordan paid Nelson $300 for information.

From a secret informant in the police department?

Let's find out about that source while you're on this case.

Our files in the wrong hands could be pretty dangerous.

Frank, our files in the wrong hands could be disaster.

Lieutenant, whoever that woman was who used that phone to call us from Jordan's

office wiped it clean.

And ballistics confirmed that he was shot with a .32.

Nothing special on it so far, though. And his wife claims that she was home at

the time and asleep, and we can't find anyone that saw her leave the house for

difficult work.

All right, thanks.

spent that night with me.

It's been an on and off thing for about a year now.

Most beers for Larry are real.

Sorry. Who's that couple over there?

The guy's name is Phil Green.

Came to see us a few months ago. He's a bartender at some club. She's a singer,

only he figured maybe it should be swinger. He was wrong about it. She was

slipping away from him to see a doctor about the medical problem.

You know, in Jordan's files, there's confidential PCI information on some

he was checking out.

Also, I know that he bought that information from you.

Now, look, Nelson, you left the force because your hands were tied. All of a

sudden, you can't live without it. How come?

So I got a team popping records.

You know how much he charges for a run through of the records?

Anything from $200 to $1 ,000 a copy.

And if the authorities fall on me, I'm looking at a felony rap.

Sometimes we need that information, understand?

Now, can we get back to my partner's murder?

That cop's got to go, Nels. Do you understand?

I'll wait for you. No way do I give him up. No more than you give up a stoolie

yourself. Hey.

It's important.

More important than Larry's killer?

Hi. Hi.

Sorry, just, uh, Nelsie?

No, he's not, Lieutenant. He was supposed to be in Albany on a case this

morning. He delayed it for the funeral. He left an hour ago. He should be back

tomorrow night.

Oh, good. I just came by to go through Mr.

Jordan's financial reports.

Yeah, Nels told me. I put out everything I could find on Larry's desk.

Oh, and Donna.

Okay, Donna.

Used to be a cop.

Worked with you for a while, I understand.

That's right.

You ever think about being a private investigator?

No, not really.

No?

Well, I always wanted to work for one.

You know who affected my life more than anybody else?

Who? That girl Sam, remember?

David Jansen's secretary when he used to be that private investigator, Richard

Diamond. What a relationship.

You know they never even met? Just talked on the phone?

Kid.

Hey, want to shop?

Okay, sweetheart.

Cheers, right?

Cheers.

Excuse me for barging in, but then I usually do.

Wonderly is the name. Ma Wonderly.

Wonderly's Wonderful Wheels.

I have the finest used car agency in Queens.

Have a drink.

Off -brand.

Good, though.

Good.

Terrible what happened to Mr. Jordan.

Oh, did you know Mr. Jordan?

I talked to him on the telephone the afternoon of the day he was killed. He

going to handle a case for me.

Uh, excuse me.

Don't forget to keep notes on the reporter, or I can't make out the

Oh, right.

Well, do you mind if... No, why don't you grab a chair? Oh, thank you very

Now, how about you?

Oh, here.

You free to take a case? You look like a man a woman can put her trust in.

Excuse me.

Yeah?

Listen, I log in every phone call these partner makes.

There's no way that woman spoke to Larry without my having a record of it.

And if he didn't tell me about it, there's something suspicious in that,

right? Right.

All right, thank you, Miss Socrates.

I'll get on as quick as I can. Thank you.

Now, where are we?

Oh, yeah.

Saturday,

the 19th.

Interview in the office with Mrs.

Wonderly.

Like that. My name is Kojak. Go ahead, Mrs. Wonderly. Shoot.

Well, Mr. Jordan is supposed to locate a broad who rips me off for a $12 ,000

Cadillac convertible.

Jocelyn Mayfair. She makes the down payment, and for three months I ain't

cent. I carried the loan myself, dummy.

Well, you've got to have an address.

Oh, sure.

Let's see.

It was care of Mrs. Marion Mayfair, 940 Park Lane, East Hampton, Long Island.

When I call up to find her, the butler hangs up. I talk to the aunt.

She hangs up.

What, you got a bill of sale, you know, numbers on a vehicle, something like

that? Oh, yeah, right here.

Now, do not talk to her.

She may run away again.

Just find out where she is, and I will do the rest. You got it?

That's $100 a day, plus expenses later.

Huh. You got some racket.

Hey, this isn't your local gendarmerie, you know.

This is private personal service.

Yeah, yeah, no, personal service.

All right, here.

Uh -huh. Talk to you later.

All right.

That lady is lying left, right, and sideways to you.

Oh, I'll take that. We cut it pretty close to the bank.

That close?

Well, how does Jordan come up with the $2 ,000 a month to pay alimony to his

lady? Good question.

No answer.

Okay, now, when you go to Long Island, keep your receipt.

And take the recorder. Keep your report up to date.

Here's one of Nelson's ID cards. I typed in your name.

Donna,

sweetheart. I work for the city, remember?

Well, you let Ma Wonderly find out about that. Maybe that's the last she ever

talks to you.

Don't use the tin, I'm telling you. You could blow your only lead.

Don't you know anything about this business?

Now, if you need me for anything else... I know, I saw the picture.

Just pucker up and whistle, eh?

Yeah, Mr. Kodak.

Oh, thanks.

Right there?

Yes, yes, Mr. Kodak.

Why this sudden interest in my peripatetic niece?

Well, I've been hired by somebody for your money, too. And I'm wondering if

often gets in this kind of trouble.

Jocelyn is the offspring of my pecunious younger brother who went out west and

never returned.

And would you extinguish that cigarette?

Eloise is coughing.

Oh.

I'm sorry, Eloise.

Sadly enough, she ended up as a girl of very bad habits, bad friends. She now

has an apartment in the village and is married to a very common sort of man.

Oh, well, this rather common -sorted detective wants to know if she bought

herself a rather uncommon car.

That convertible? Bought it herself? I doubt it. I think she had her husband

-be buy it for her instead of a ring.

And now any further mention of Jocelyn will make me feel guilty for not

her up better. And when I feel guilty, I drink.

And when I drink, I become impossible.

And since it's simply bad manners to agitate small birds, I'm going to have

ask you to leave.

Oh, Mrs. Mayfair, you know, I don't like stirring up anybody's canaries early in

the morning. All I want is Jocelyn Mayfair's current address.

I have asked you to leave, sir.

39 East 10th, down in the village, top floor.

Now get out, quickly.

Thanks.

Uh,

Eloise, sweetheart, take yourself a couple of aspirins and give me a trip in

morning.

Um, Jocelyn Mayfair?

Excuse me, but I got this address from your aunt, and she seemed to think

that... Who are you?

Oh.

My name's Kojak, Dale Kojak, and I guess I'm stuck with being a private

investigator.

And my aunt sent you?

Oh, what cruel timing that woman has.

I don't mean to make matters worse, but... Make matters worse?

That's a joke.

My aunt.

Oh, she'd love the pleasure of seeing me like this.

What does she want?

A report on me?

A certificate I'm more miserable than she is?

Hey, Luke.

Jocelyn. Oh, but please don't tell my aunt that you saw me like this.

She didn't even send me.

And it was Ma Wonderly. You know, I came to see about the payments on the

Cadillac which you're boarding, and I'm sorry to bring it up.

Payments? I don't even know any Ma Wonder, whatever her name is.

Phil bought me that car when we were married.

He paid cash.

Not according to her.

Well, what about according to Motor Vehicle Bureau?

Did you call them?

The car is paid for in full.

Well, if you're right... I'm not a liar, and I don't appreciate that.

Would you just go?

Just go.

Well, I'm sorry, Jessalyn.

Now, when the Cadillac registered to Jocelyn Mayfair, she paid cash on date

purchase from Newtown Auto Sales in Staten Island, just like she said.

All right, thanks.

Well, what now?

Well, what now?

Now I'm going to go see Mama Wonderly, and I'm going to tell her that Papa

would like to hear the truth.

A car?

12 ,000 easy miles on it.

Belongs to a shutter who uses it for friends' funerals. Yeah. Zero to 60 at 9

cents. That's not what I'm after.

Economy you want?

Economy you're getting is contact right here. It's my wonderly. It's my wonderly

I want. And I'm not buying, I'm selling.

Oh, hello, Mr.

Kocak. Wow, news already?

Yeah, you could call it news, Mama.

Yeah, well, uh...

Jocelyn, uh, says she didn't even buy the car. Her boyfriend did. And he paid

cash. And he didn't even buy it from you, my little chickadee. I told you not

talk to that girl, so now I'm telling you butt out. From my office and from my

investigation. You give me the address and I will handle it. If that nice Mr.

Jordan was handling my case. That nice Mr.

Jordan never had an assignment for you, Mama.

So where do you want Jocelyn Mayfair's address?

Oh, Private, I... I got to tell you nothing.

Peek -a -boo.

You see, I work both sides of the streets, Mama.

Come on, let's have the truth.

Look, to get a private eye to do a job for you right away, you think it's easy?

I read in the newspaper that this Detective Jordan was dead, and I thought

go down and say he took my case already.

Understand? Well, that tells me how. Now you tell me why.

Mr. Goldjack, I have something to show you.

Wonderly is dead these ten years.

Now I have, uh... I have met a young man.

Vigorous.

You mean him?

Late in my life comes a love.

You can see how I couldn't stand to lose such a hunk of man.

Jocelyn Mayfair.

I found her name on a matchbook.

His matchbook.

He says she means nothing to him, but every time he plays poker with his

friends, he gets home later and later.

And he never wins.

I see.

And you want to sit across the street from her on poker night and see what

of a flush you're getting?

I got it right, Mr. Kojak.

This is my whole happiness here.

Sit down, Mama.

And write down what I tell you, okay?

Yeah, that's 189 West Houston Street.

Apartment 5D, isn't it?

Hey, Mom.

The young man isn't everything.

If only I could set back my speedometer.

Yeah, well, you're selling yourself short, baby.

I can see you're an outdoor type of person.

Just what you need for your wife and your kids for those crazy weekends in

mountains. Beautiful. You like it, huh?

Mm -hmm.

How much?

It's a steal. We'll talk about it. It's a bug.

Hurry back.

Now, this squares us.

Get out of my life. Do you understand?

Better give us old guys a shot, too.

And now to see Mama at your fish of Val.

It's 189 West Houston Street, apartment 5D.

Now, that squares us already.

Get out of my life. Understand?

Lady Bird, you is foul.

It's 189 West Houston Street, apartment 5D.

Now, that squares us already.

Get out of my life. Understand?

Crocker?

You want him. You're going to have to yell a lot louder than that.

Yeah.

Hey, Nelson's on his way back in from Auburn. Well, I got to go.

But I'll tell you what.

You feel free.

Okay.

Hiya, Theo. You got anything new?

Nothing. Except some woman comes in, claims she hired Jordan to locate a car.

Went through the files.

Nothing. Name?

Ma Wonderly. Meaning to you?

No. Never heard of her.

How about your informant with BCI?

Come on, no way, Theo.

If the department wants to subpoena my files, tell them to forget it. Because I

took any and all references to him out of there yesterday.

Sorry. How nice of you.

All right, one more time.

The number is 753 -550...

Obviously, you missed me.

Leave your name, number, date and time of your call.

If I consider it important, I'll get back to you.

It's an answering machine.

Okay.

See, it's listed, too.

And do it quietly. Don't use my name officially, because whoever it is, put

Wonderly up to hire me. They probably don't even know I'm a cop.

So don't start spooking them now.

What's he after, Lieutenant?

So far, Jocelyn Mayfair's address.

Yeah, well, I didn't come to dance the tango with you, Mama. I just want the

name of the guy you phoned when I was here talking to you last.

I don't know what you're talking about.

And what do you do to square yourself with him, and why? What's he got on you,

anyhow?

I mean, here, selling phony contracts, maybe?

Or selling repossessions to dummy corporations that kick back?

Maybe fencing hot cars.

You know, there's an investigation that could stand reopening.

He was going to get me for something in my past.

So he gets a couple hundred dollars a month.

Cash. I leave it outside, he picks it up.

So the other day he calls me and he says, no more shakedown if I go to

partner and get him to track down this Jocelyn Mayfair.

He gives me the license and the description of the car.

You tell me why.

Maybe you ought to forget about that Balkan baklava out there.

But who takes advice they don't want to hear, huh?

The man who called Marwunderly?

Name's Ray Smith.

Probably an alien.

One room, a mail drop.

Take it out, Crocker.

I'm going to go to the pub.

Jocelyn, just go to the police. Tell them that you saw Larry's killer.

I didn't see him that well.

How well did he see you? That's what worries me.

Now, suppose he comes looking for you.

Here, in Larry's apartment, where I've never even stayed once.

Oh, don't worry.

Jocelyn, you know how much I love you.

Oh, you are very precious to me.

And we will always, always be friends.

You mean it? I swear.

Then come back to the apartment.

Stay there tonight while I'm at work.

I want one night by myself, here with Larry's memories.

You have to understand that.

At least it'll make me feel you're safer.

I've got another at the bar.

You know how to use it?

If I have to, I will.

Kind of belongs to one Phil Breen, age 26.

Address of record with his mother at Princess Bay, Staten Island.

Mother says he's got an apartment in Manhattan since he was married last

but she doesn't have an address.

Phil Breen.

Yeah, that fits.

He came to Jordan's office about three months ago, wanted to have his old lady

followed.

I wonder what he's doing in Jordan's apartment.

Has he got a yellow sheet? A couple of assault charges that were dropped.

Got a job?

He's a bartender in Staten Island. He works nights at a beachside joint near

Cook's Point. It's called the Boothouse.

Scott, please.

Where's Phil?

He's on the phone over there.

Oh.

And his wife's name is, uh, Jocelyn?

Hey, great.

Oh.

Here, the real thing.

Yeah, that's her name.

I thought she was a blonde.

She is, but the, uh, the boss likes brunettes, so she wears a wig.

Oh, I see.

What was her name before she got married, you know?

You understand?

Yeah.

Thank you.

Jocelyn.

Jocelyn, please.

Jocelyn, please don't go back there.

If that detective came looking for something in Larry's place, maybe

else will.

All right, all right.

No, I'll leave you alone tonight.

I wouldn't want anybody following me there anyhow.

Good night, Josh.

Without the wig, he'd just play Mrs.

Philip Breen.

But with the wig on, very attractive singer that Larry Jordan fell in love

Get out of here.

You don't have any right being here.

No.

I'm Lieutenant Theo Kojak, Manhattan South, NYPD, like that.

Well, then why all the business with the Cadillac? What's it about?

Well, I was, uh...

I had to find your address, and they were using Ma Wendley for it, too.

I managed to steer him off by giving him a phony address until we could put this

whole thing together.

Is he Larry's killer?

Oh, I don't know that.

But your husband, Phil, he's got to be a prime suspect for all this, right?

Phil. Oh, Phil loves me.

He loves me a lot.

He got me my job.

I helped him get the drinking habit.

We got married.

I thought his love could carry me until I met Larry.

And when Larry got killed, you called the police, right?

Now, why didn't you give a description?

I don't know.

I was scared.

I saw a figure leaving, but I don't think I could give a description.

Were you here earlier this afternoon?

Who hit me with a sledgehammer?

Phil, but he was just trying to protect me like he always does. Yeah, well, I'm

trying to protect you, too.

Now, if somebody's looking for your address, that means they're out to get

So maybe it's a good idea if you stay here tonight.

I've got the location of an office that the suspect uses.

And hopefully he might go there again tomorrow. And if he does, we might have

enough evidence by then to put him away.

Hopefully? Well, look, you know, we're trying our best, but I can't give you

guarantees, Jacqueline. You've got to get him.

Well, we're trying.

Please don't leave me.

I'm so scared.

through the night.

I'm so scared. If somebody's really trying to get me.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Theo, I need to know what's new on Hewitt's

police informant and records.

When are we going to discuss that?

Frank, don't worry, okay?

Now, look, Frank, here's what I'd like to do.

It means playing a little trick on Nels.

Theo, you'll need to tell me Phil Brinko, Larry... Why?

Well... Jocelyn, after all, you know, his wife was Jordan's secret lover.

Well, for God's sakes, put Brain away fast.

I can, Nels. Well, why not?

Hey, look, I take orders from my captain, okay?

He says that, well, it's all very circumstantial, no evidence.

Is he at least under surveillance?

I think so. You think so?

Then I'll keep an eye on him myself. Hey, what the hell is wrong with you all

a sudden?

Nels.

I want the name of your police informant.

What is this, a swap for Larry's killer?

I don't believe you.

Okay. Think about it.

Three to one. Nelson's calling him right now.

Hi. I'd like a file on Breen, Philip D., male, Caucasian, mid -thirties. Oh,

wait a minute. Breen, I know that file.

That was checked out just about ten minutes ago.

Well, maybe I can look over his shoulder.

Detective Jackson Kilpatrick.

The man in the back, in the gray suit.

Is that you now?

Just you five big ones, Nelson.

Okay, I'm this guy Breen.

I don't have much on him.

Phil Breen didn't kill Miley Jordan.

I just told you that. So you'd run to your big mouth cop at BCI.

So you could put a trace on Phil Breen's file.

Right to Detective Jackson killed Patrick.

Hey, look.

He wasn't just selling you information, you know.

He was using police records.

You know, to shake down Ma Wonderly for cash.

And who knows how many others.

Okay. So he's a crook. And it's a crooked way to get info.

Now, if Phil Breen didn't murder Larry, who did?

Nels.

I don't know, but we're going to make this case.

I promise you.

He's got to show up downstairs sooner or later, Stavros.

I bet he picks up his mail, clears his answering machine, and gets out of his

office in five minutes flat.

He's one careful cookie.

Somebody gave Kilpatrick three shots right in the stomach with a .32.

They must have staked out the place for hours.

Saperstein and Stavros didn't even get a look at the killer.

Kilpatrick? Yeah, Smith and Kilpatrick. They're the same person.

But nobody else knew where that office was but us. I don't know. If you better

have Nelts keep his head down for a couple of days.

You know who's going to be next or why?

I don't. Yeah, okay. Thanks, Frank.

Somebody just took off Kilpatrick.

Kill Patrick.

I think he killed Larry Jordan.

Kill Patrick?

Kill Patrick didn't even know Larry.

You said you took any reference of your informant out of your files the other

day. Well, Larry could have run into him before, right?

Hey, look, Nelson.

You better lay low for a while, okay?

I'm gonna go talk to Jocelyn, and I'll call you later.

Theo! Hi.

I left away at Larry's apartment.

Then I drove around thinking, trying to put all the pieces together.

Just when we got Larry's murderer.

Who was it? The cop.

Name killed Patrick. He was on the take.

Larry was blackmailing him to get the money for his divorce.

Oh, he would have been better off if he'd never met me. Oh, come on.

Forget that. You have nothing to do with it.

About last night, Theo.

I don't want you to think that I'm... Easy.

Come on, I know.

You're frightened, alone.

You're beautiful.

Thank you for being so understanding.

Mm -hmm.

Where's Phil?

Oh, he went outside at the end of the pier.

He had a few too many drinks, I'm afraid.

Chancellor?

Yes, may I have a gun?

You know, most bartenders have a license.

Well, sure.

Why?

Larry's murderer.

He was killed this afternoon about six. Where were you?

I was setting up a bar.

Ask anyone.

How about you?

At six, I was still in Larry's apartment.

I called Larry's apartment about six.

Then I called a few minutes after.

Well, I didn't know it was you.

And I let it ring and ring and ring.

Well, I know, but I put a pillow over the telephone the second time. I'm

Jester.

I never called.

Not even once.

Help me make it through the night. Oh, yeah.

And while you were making it through the night, you took Kilpatrick's office

number from my little black book.

And how about your gun, Phil? Did you lend it to her?

We got the slugs, you know. Ballistics will make a match.

You might as well tell me. You got it wrong, Kojak. I killed him.

Hey, she's worth sacrificing a lot over, but not everything.

She loved Larry.

She had the passions he needed.

She had the passions to avenge his death.

Oh, shut up.

No, Phil, please don't. He's the only one that knows enough to bring you in.

Phil, you've been drinking. Please don't. Let me do this one for you.

Now, down those stairs.

Get a squad car down here fast.

You killed him.

He's all right. Just knocked out.

Well, then he'll get fast.

You heard him.

You know he will.

Please, Theo.

I can't go to prison.

I couldn't stand it.

You know whatever I did. It was for love. For Larry.

For a man that cared for me the way he did.

Jocelyn.

We all cared for you.

You got whatever it takes to make that easy.

Then protect me, Theo, please.

So I killed Kirkpatrick.

I admit it.

That's the kind of woman I am.

Can't you make allowances for that?

You'll get the best of me now.

I swear it.

It's true, Theo.

You know what else is true, Jessalyn?

I'm a cop.

About time I started acting like one.