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Mr. Abernathy, my fee for your mother's treatment and operation has been due for

the better part of a year.

Now, just who in the hell do you think you're dealing with?

The man who killed my mother.

You and your mother knew the risks of surgery.

Unnecessary surgery.

I will not authorize the insurance company to pay you for my mother's

nor will I pay the deductible for her murder, Dr. Shea.

That man works for a man to whom I owe money.

Money you owe me.

Now you will draw $16 ,000 from the bank, and you'll have it here by 2 .30.

I will not pay you, Dr. Shane.

Little Mouse.

Name that tune.

I guess I better change my plans. Right.

You have got to change your plans.

Run along to the bank, Little Mouse.

Do you need me to change your diapers first, Irving?

Too bad Mr. Dunvelo can't give you any more credit.

Could win your money back betting on Dallas tonight. If I had any credit with

Billy Dunvelo, I wouldn't have needed him to order you to collect my fee from

Irving Abernathy.

And do you know why the DA sent me here?

I'll tell you why.

Every time you guys mess up on Miranda, Escobedo...

search and seizure, and either the DA can't bring charges or the judge

dismisses. We lose.

Now, what have I been telling you guys?

Be screwed it up.

Now, look.

Felons go up or go free according to how we bust them, right? That's real.

Now, you know what it is to make a good case.

You know what it is to waste all that time, all that money, and all that work

and ending a case by making a bum arrest?

That's sabotage.

Sabotage.

You know, Theo, you're really beautiful when you're angry.

I hate to leave you guys, but I've got other squad rooms to visit.

Bye. Bye. Goodbye.

All right, gentlemen, the D .A. has talked to the commissioner. The

has talked to Internal Affairs.

I .A .D. will be glad to come down hard on Frank. She's gone.

Okay, take over.

You got to have the form out while she's here.

What are you talking about? You and I beat the spread on floor under there.

up.

I want everybody back to work.

Now, see, I don't have time for this.

the utmost.

Hello, Ballantyne Ambulance.

This is Dr. Theodore Shane.

Dispatch an ambulance to East 37th Street between Park and Lexington.

There's an injured man on the sidewalk.

Police? There's been a terrible fight. But it wasn't really a fight.

lever cue, but why are you wasting time asking me about it when there is a man

lying hurt at East 37th Street near Park?

Just give me a city ambulance here, pronto.

Why are his eyes so glassy? He's in shock.

Oh, here.

A Ballantyne ambulance?

Dr. Shane.

A cancel, I repeat, cancel the ambulance I called. All right, here's the

ambulance. Since when have city ambulances been caddies? We gotta call a

officer.

Oh, a chicken knows how to quite look like this.

Yeah, let me ask. Uh, just hold on.

Dr. Goff to the Bellevue.

Dear Kojak, Steve, what do you got in your emergency room on this winter

that I love?

All right, you hold on to the uniform, cops, and I'll be down there, uh, uh,

quick.

Todd Flynn.

Kneecaps broken and in shock.

Kind of a guy who goes around beating up gamblers for his boss. And who's his

boss, Rizzo?

Billy Donvalo. Billy Donvalo.

A shy and a bookie roll into one.

A criminal that nobody charges.

I mean, what gambler's going to admit to being into a bookie, right?

I guess everybody bets a deuce or two, but heavy gambling, I don't know.

So what do we got?

Todd Flynn with his kneecaps broken?

Is it justice poking its head up?

Or something nasty we can all believe in?

Gambling is a sickness with massive social consequences.

Where is it written, huh?

I say San Francisco can beat Dallas, or at least beat the spread. There's upsets

all the time, Gable.

Better read the sports page.

Hello, Steve. You Gable from Lieutenant Kojak Manhattan South? Hi.

What's coming down with Flynn?

I want you to save all that perpetrators and the aforementioned and all that cop

talk for your UF61 report, okay?

Uh, Lieutenant, I can't make out a UF61.

Oh, what are we doing? Hiring illiterates now?

Permit me, Lieutenant.

Form UF61 only applies when there's the report by a victim of a crime, not the

report of an accident.

Explain.

Flynn says he slipped and fell onto the pavement.

What he told me was that he tripped on his walking stick.

Which would still be an accident, for which we don't fill out Form UF61.

So I fill out the form that us medical types make out when we treat injury

accidents of a suspicious nature.

And I like you, so I called, too.

Which means I can still ask embarrassing questions without the UF -61.

Where's Flynn now?

They took him up to 1042.

And he's not too heavily sedated to control what he's saying. So don't ask.

Oversedating is bad medicine.

Would I want you not to like me?

Let me see your note.

You find it funny that Flynn says it was an accident?

Yes, sir. He wouldn't even tell us what he was doing on East 37th Street. I

think he's hiding something.

I bet.

How about this eyewitness of yours?

Mrs. Leverkew?

Uh, how good is any eyewitness?

Well, you don't make out the UF61 report, so you get to go home and watch

football game. How lucky can you get?

It's a month for underdogs, I guess.

Todd, I want to know who did this.

I don't know.

I swear.

Had to be a big guy to take you.

Yeah.

I told the cops it was an accident.

That was definitely right.

Definitely right.

Oh, you come in.

It's a pleasure.

Well, thank you very much.

Like that.

And Billy Donvello visiting Todd Flint to make sure he gets his workman's

compensation. It couldn't happen to a nicer guy.

Hi, Kojak. Who called you?

I didn't, Billy.

I'm sorry, it was an accident.

It's Theo, isn't it?

Lieutenant Kojak.

And what happened to your dapper boy here? You know, I'm not buying that

that he, uh, that the Jinsky or the Bone Breakers tripped while doing a light

fantastic. Oh, I was walking.

No, not walking. I mean, you hurt too bad for that. What's your version, Don

Valo? He was hit by a car.

A car?

Oh, Tisk, Tisk, you are fibbing me.

Here.

See those numbers?

That's my phone in Manhattan South.

You see those other numbers here, the one with the hyphen?

That's the amount of years you'll be sitting in the big house for misprision

a felony. Tell him what that is, Donvalo. Some crime, right?

Misprision of a felony is withholding the knowledge of the existence of a

serious crime like felony assault from me.

Hey, look.

When you open your eyes, will you think about me?

As for you, Donvalo, I'm a carter, baby.

Thank you.

Hey, you're an old crow. What's this out there?

Well, you got no time to chit or to chat.

You know, you bookies, you pay out a lot of bread.

You know what I think?

I think that the underdog bets bit you so bad because you didn't have time to

lay off the underdog bets.

So? So, I think you got a very serious cash flow problem. You need cash, so you

send Flynn out with his ebony walking stick to collect.

True?

Only the strong survive.

But you won't for much longer. You know why?

Because one of your competitors pulled off a brutal but elegant move by busting

Flynn's kneecaps.

Let's face it.

No collector, no credibility. Who's going to want to pay you?

I think there's a trade war going on.

And I think they used Flynn's kneecaps as Pearl Harbor and Clark Field.

But it was an accident.

Oh.

And that little fib proves to me that there's a trade war going on.

And I'm going to pick off on both sides and get to you. Be serious.

Forsooth.

Beware the Ides of March, baby.

All right!

from the streets on who broke Todd Flynn's kneecaps.

Want me to call Organized Crime Intelligence to find out who's taking

Independent Bookie?

Splendid idea.

Rizzo? Yeah?

I want you to stay on top of Billy Dunvall. Do what he does, anything like

and then it'll be easy for you. Yeah, that's what we'll see.

The Ballantyne Ambulance Company.

Somebody call for it, and then cancel the Ballantyne Ambulance.

East 37th Street, 3 p .m.

After that, you relieve Rizzo.

Okay.

Can I do anything, Lieutenant?

Yes, Stavros. I want you to find the cabbie who picked up a fare at East 37th

Street, took them to Penn Station, and you know how many cab companies there

are? We got a description of the fare?

A dedicated man.

Thanks a lot.

Well, the description doesn't fit for a guy who could take out a flint.

But the uniform's got this description from a witness. Let's see. Five -six or

five -eight.

Male, Caucasian, brown hair, slight of build, and mousy clothes.

Five -six?

A practitioner of the martial arts. Yes, perhaps.

Now, Robert Crocker and myself, we're going to use the Socratic method and

gather the truth within her when she arrives here at our Acropolis.

And in the meantime, Mr. Crocker, you come here and tell me how you managed to

keep that Camelot coat clean in the city of New York.

Hello? Mr. Abernathy, you assaulted someone, and you're now a criminal.

Unless I have the money you owe me, I'll see that you're arrested, convicted,

and sent to prison.

Moreover, you'll lose your bonding and your accountant's license.

Is that quite clear?

Do you want the police to know that your unnecessary surgery killed my mother?

To pay your gambling debts?

You can go and go to the devil.

did I really see a little mouth of a man beat up a much bigger man?

No one at my group therapy would even listen about it until I got into my own

anger at not being listened to.

But when I got into my anger, then they even asked me what kind of a car the

little man fell on with his sweaty hands.

His hands fell on the car.

Do you remember which one?

Of course. It takes exquisite panache to wear a blue Rolls Royce Phaeton

successfully.

Wear a Rolls?

It can be such a tacky automobile.

Don't you think?

The license number, do you remember? I remember only three numbers.

One, seven, three.

One, seven, seventeen.

I was a debutante when I was seventeen.

Really?

Forgive me.

Three, I was married twice.

Use the phone on your desk.

Go ahead.

How tall would you say Detective Crocker is?

Six feet.

You want to see if I can judge a person's height accurately.

Lieutenant, the man I saw beating the other man was five feet eight if he was

standing up straight.

And he did look like a poor little mouse of a man who was into his own anger for

the first time in his life.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Levy. I know you've tried.

Excuse me.

Vehicle identification is putting the rolls in the computer.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Levy.

You've been a marvelous help.

Look, it's getting kind of late, so I think I'll have one of my men take you

home. Oh, I can take a taxi.

Unless someone else deals with it.

Let us let you.

Criminal Identification Bureau.

Well, they're sending down a list of suspect photos tomorrow.

May I ask you to join Detective Crocker at your convenience?

We'd like you to look at some portraits of mice who have been discovered in the

cheese.

Good.

Then I've been of some help.

I know you needed help.

I really heard you.

Hey, uh, she couldn't find a witness. Oh, yes, and she's made some very

interesting observations about your physical dimensions.

Did you do your homework?

What a lucky night.

It's on your desk.

I found a cabbie.

This fare was a male Caucasian, late 30s, a sweaty little guy, and he matches

the description of your witnesses.

The cabbie took him to the Long Island Railroad at Penn Station. He didn't have

any baggage.

Baggage to go to Long Island?

No, no, that's a good question that Stubbers asked. Thank you, Stubbers.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Chavistein? Oh, uh, Dr.

Theodore Shane ordered the ambulance.

Uh, office, um, 429 East 37th.

Oh, that's right across the street from Navicchio.

And I wonder where the good doctor lives.

Or is that information on my desk, waiting for my perusal, so you can sit

and watch the ballgame?

Doctor, can you tell me why you canceled that ambulance call?

Oh, quite frankly, I thought better of getting involved when I saw the woman go

to Flynn's assistance.

You did say the victim's name was Flynn, didn't you?

Yeah.

I understand malpractice suits and all of that.

How long were you looking out the window?

I don't know.

You spent a lot of time looking out the window?

Of course not.

It's just that sometimes I do.

49ers are winning and everybody's looking at the game.

So you got a bet on the game?

I couldn't get a bet down with a friend.

I understand that. Who would you have bet?

The 49ers.

You're kidding.

It's just, you don't look like the kind of guy who'd bet the underdog.

All right, doctor.

Maybe we'll chat again.

Now, if you want to talk to me, I'll be at Manhattan South. We're here to serve

the public and all of that. Thank you very much.

What being blue Rolls Royce Batons registered in the state of New York?

None of them beginning or ending with the license number 173.

All right, now, Detective Stavros will pass amongst you with a list of Rolls

Royces.

Now, I want you to call the police department in each municipality where

cars are registered.

We're looking for a blue one that was on East 37th Street when Todd Flynn was

taken. Now, if one of your fellow officers should call and say he has the

have him hold it until we get forensic down there to try to lift the prints

the trunk of the car.

Dr. Meredith, Dr.

Meredith, go to the white phone at the station.

Dr. Meredith, Dr.

Meredith, go to white phone at the station.

Do you know how bad you're being hurt screwing up the world?

You didn't file a complaint, so I got a cop in the hall.

He's been on me since yesterday. He's even boring to talk to.

I can't even get a whisper on how I did this to you.

I'm sorry, Bill.

I hate to ask you, but if you made a complaint, maybe it would get

the cops off me.

All right, if you want, Billy.

Take care of the nurses.

You're a stand -up guy, Tom.

Hey, uh, Rossi. Dr. Cohen. Dr. Cohen.

Rizzo. R -I -Z -Z -O.

There's no compassion in any of these faces.

I guess that's why they're career criminals.

Yes, I suppose so.

But our little mouse isn't here.

May I have some more of your awful coffee? Or do you have to work?

Dr. Shane, it's Mr. D calling.

I'll talk to him.

Did you maybe see what the guy who hurt Todd looked like?

Todd said he never saw me before.

I'd appreciate your help in this matter, Doctor.

Very much.

Will you forgive my debt?

To protect my position and my credibility?

Definitely.

If your description gives me the guy who screwed it up in the first place.

I think I can squeeze in an appointment for you. Not at your office.

I got a new cop on me. Give me a time and a place and I'll lose it.

The library.

Three o 'clock.

The automobile never left Tuxedo Park, the chauffeur said.

Well, if I lived there, I wouldn't leave either.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Negative on these cars.

What a terrific.

That's five more to go. Rizzo, do you have any glad tidings? Maybe. Flynn

a complaint.

And who's on Del Vallo?

I got Saperstein on.

Assailant unknown to victim?

And Flynn told you he's over 200 pounds and six feet?

I mean, Flynn couldn't admit to be taken by a mouse, so he said it's an

accident, which brings us down on Dunvalo, who wants to get rid of us,

he tells Flynn, make a complaint.

So Flynn, he lies about the size of the perpetrator. Why?

Because his pride was hurt.

Granted.

But in terms of the time and energy we're putting into it, is it worth it?

were wrong about the war of the bookies.

Should the mountain labor to produce a mouse?

Yeah, McNeil.

Yeah.

Mazel tov.

That was Saperstein.

Dunvallo used three cabs, a subway, and a sail at Bloomingdale's to shake him.

Wonderful.

The history of agriculture.

Who knew anybody cared?

Which makes this a safe place to meet.

As for us, it's agreed.

I gave you my word.

What does this creep that broke Todd look like?

Don't you want to know his name and address first?

Irving Paul Abernathy.

His address is on the card.

Abernathy, the guy that owes you...

It's a library.

Listen, Doctor.

Thank you.

At least you get your money from him. Money?

What's that next to my good name?

Len?

Do you really have to ask?

Men out in South, Detective Crocker.

Yeah, hold on.

Lieutenant, it's Chief of Police Lachman.

Yes, Chief, this is Lieutenant Theo Kotak.

Well, thank you.

The Rolls is owned by one Harvey Miller of Lachman.

I'll call Miller, you get forensics ready to roll.

While I find out from Miller, where the car is. Go ahead, use the phone in my

office.

Mr. Harvey Miller, please.

This is Lieutenant Kojak, New York Police Department.

Hello, Mr. Miller. Yes.

You can be of great assistance to us.

The police in Larchmont told us that your wife said you were parked near East

37th Street yesterday.

Right.

Now, we... Well, we have reason to believe that a felon were after left

fingerprints on the trunk of your car.

The boot.

The boot? Yeah.

Could you give me the address?

Thank you, Mr. Miller.

Cracker?

Forensic's ready.

Rose's there? Terrific.

It's a garage in midtown.

Our mouse's prints are about to get washed off right about exactly now.

Don't you know what pre's mean?

Our villain has a definite perspiration problem.

He practically etched his prints into the car's finish. A beautiful set,

Oh, NYPD doesn't have a name to go with the prints.

However? I wired the prints to the FBI, and they'll either come up with the name

or add the prints to their collection. What do you do?

Me?

I tell you I know where to look for the name, even if the FBI doesn't have it.

You just thought of where now?

Oh, it's time to think. It's my age, my training, and my experience.

Besides all that, I don't know where else to look.

What made the smudge anyway?

The ashes of my youthful dreams, I fear.

A lot of that going round.

I'll do it. Oh, will you? Thanks.

So, Dr. Shane is in surgery now, making money to pay for the apartment above the

office building in the 30s. And also to pay for a very professional nurse.

You're cute, too.

Surgery business good?

What does that mean?

Too good?

Dr. Shane has ordered and performed many procedures in these last months.

But he's an internist as well as a surgeon, and I'm a nurse, not a

Well, I respect your opinion.

And look, this is off the wall, but do you usually dial his calls?

Usually.

555 -9441.

Yes. The man's name is Mr. D.

Mr. D.

Donvalo. Often?

Something is very wrong, isn't it?

Yes. Were you here last Monday?

No, Dr. Shane canceled all of his appointments except Mr.

Abernathy and gave me Monday off.

Something to do with Mr. Abernathy's bill?

Why don't you tell me about Mr. Abernathy?

I'll tell you about his mother.

She was all he had, and, you know, I think she was quite a lot.

Dr. Shane told Cynthia Abernathy she needed major surgery, and she just

laid herself down under his knife.

And smiled at him.

And died in the recovery room.

The soul of sweetness gone.

The soul of sweetness.

So has poor little Irving, who hasn't got anyone now.

Was he the kind of guy who paid his bills on time?

A CPA.

Early. He'd never get a parking ticket, except that he looks like he's afraid to

learn how to drive.

But he never paid Dr. Shane's bill.

The poor little man told his mother's insurance company not to pay it.

And he refused to pay the deductible.

I see.

Well... Any other doctor would have turned her over to a lawyer.

Unless, uh... Look.

Did Cynthia need that operation?

I'm not qualified to say this, but I have wanted to say this to someone for a

long time.

She didn't need surgery, and she wasn't the only one.

Mm -hmm.

Okay.

Now, I'm going to have to talk to a name now instead of a title, even though I

respect the one of nurse.

Beth. Beth.

Did the calls for Mr. D...

And the surgery increase at the same time?

Yes.

It's gambling, isn't it?

4 -4 the hard way, baby. It never comes easy.

So according to you, Shane has been booking surgeries like a fading hooker

Sutton Place booking tricks, right?

That's nice, Sidney. That's very, very nice.

Now, what has to happen before you doctors lift this here character's

privileges?

Well, he's probably killed more people with his knife than the bandits in the

South Bronx.

What do you mean?

I'm agreeing with you.

Sidney, nothing agrees with you. You're a... A Commergian.

You got it.

The FBI got a name on our prints. Irving Paul Abernathy.

Well, you're no fun anymore, Lieutenant.

Yeah.

Don't tell me Abernathy has a prior.

No. The FBI got the prints from the State Licensing Commission.

Abernathy's a bonded, certified public accountant.

Or at least he will be till we bust him. Shall I get a warrant?

No. No?

Hold off on the warrant.

Now get out of here. No, wait.

You stay here, and I'll get out of here.

Call your attorney.

I'll save you the fee.

Yes. You can avoid charges like withholding evidence or misprision of a

by volunteering to testify against Abernathy.

That would be embarrassing.

Subpoenas are embarrassing, Doctor.

It's funny, isn't it?

With creeps like you and Dunvala running around.

I wind up with Abernathy.

You kill his mother to collect the surgeon's fee and pay your gambling

And somehow, you wind up with Flynn and Abernathy in the same place at the same

time. And presto, Abernathy is the felon.

Things don't always work out, do they?

Doctor, when we get the mouse, you still got the rat, Don Volo, on your back.

And if anything should happen to Abernathy, I'm gonna hold you as

murder. Or if you're lucky... Maybe just a felony of sorts.

I got to protect my credibility, right?

Look, I want to talk to you, but with my attorney present.

Try and understand my position.

Your position fell apart a long time ago, and I'm too tired for compassion.

Dr. Shane.

Queen's cops.

They're in place waiting for us. Theo,

Abernathy is a felon, regardless of circumstances.

Regardless?

Shaden's gambling killed his mother.

We have some future for this Irving, don't we?

And we add us to his past.

This guy hasn't got a life worth living.

You know this Irving?

Frank, you and me, we grew up in the same jungle.

Remember the mama's boys?

You know?

Shy, bashful.

Total strikeout in sports. Total strikeout with the chicks.

Except they're too scared even to go to bat.

All the little guys that became accountants or clerks or whatever else

them to do.

They don't cheat. They don't steal.

They don't lie.

And they never go out with the boys. And you know why?

Because the boys, the wise guys like you and me, we never wanted them around.

So they wind up living with Mama as grown men.

You know something, Frank?

There's a great deal of love in that.

And to lose that... And to lose that to Shane.

Hey, Irving's the felon. Well, regardless.

Now, you know the DA will plea bargain, so don't tell me Abernathy's the kind of

guy we're paid to protect.

And don't tell me he's one of our failures.

You're telling me?

So we go out to Q Guns, we make the good bust.

And Irving gets a record, we send it to the License Commission.

Goodbye to bonding, goodbye to CPA.

Goodbye to the arm and the leg it's gonna cost for a lawyer to tell him just

that. Am I wrong, Frank?

No, you're right.

Yeah, well, you know, it's good police work.

I mean, nothing fancy, nothing brilliant.

But you know, it ought to cost too much.

I mean, you never know what can screw up during an arrest.

Sabotage. Theo, we both know the difference between the law and justice.

And the difference makes us both very, very tired.

But if you're going out to Queens to use the law to get justice, you're in for a

lot of grief, which you know and which you'll deserve.

Police. Freeze.

Freeze.

Assume the position, huh?

Oh.

22. That's a nice, quiet gun. Won't disturb the neighbors.

William Donvalo? Aye.

I have a warrant here for your arrest.

Also... Search of residence, your place of business, your automobile, and,

um... Ends like that.

Bust him.

And make sure you read of his rights.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up the right to remain... Court of law.

You have the right to speak with an attorney and to have the attorney

during questioning.

If you so desire, you cannot afford one... Who are you?

Shut up, bully.

The police?

Don't.

If you are the police, I demand to see identification and warrants.

How would you believe I forgot?

I want to see my lawyer.

I want to go to the bathroom.

I want to sleep.

I demand to be treated as if I had some dignity.

You... Damn it, me!

You are a felon.

And I'm the one who makes the demands around here, and I demand a confession.

You know, it's no good being a sweet night's cup with you. You've had me here

for three hours.

Big macho guy, huh?

Now, you think that would hurt? Odd guy.

Confess.

All right, stand up.

And let's see if your gut can take this.

Well.

Yes.

I broke Flynn's knees.

All right, good.

And by God, I'd do it again.

And I'm just sorry that I didn't break Shane's, too. And you can go to the

that you look like.

Wouldn't you know that.

First time in my life anybody ever called me Irv instead of Irving.

He'd be a lousy cop.

Ah.

Abernathy's lawyer called me from Queens Borough Headquarters. I told him

Abernathy was being held in Brooklyn, so he's on a merry chase.

Confession? Mm -hmm.

You know, you look like hell.

He told me to go to the devil I look like.

Now, does his lawyer sound competent?

At this hour?

There must be some mouse.

Will he listen to you, do you think?

I think so. I have to get some sleep. He's no mouse, Frank.

In fact, I envy him his rage and wonder sometime whatever happened to us.

Well, it's a good thing we lost some of that rage.

We wouldn't be able to hold our jobs.

About which?

You have a date with Shane at the DA's office tomorrow?

We have.

And we drew Cecilia Quinones.

So, if my client agrees to testify about Denvalo's bookmaking and attempt to

extort money from my client, as well as Denvalo's alleged attempt to do injury

to Abernathy, your office will bring no charges against my client.

Unless he reneges his promise to quit Madison, do we have a deal?

Yes.

You're destroying my life.

You did it all on your own.

And let's hope there are not too many others like you out there, Doctor.

Hey, Kojak.

Good try, baby.

What's with you people?

With me is I prosecute people like you to the fullest extent of the law.

And you saw this morning, you're not getting off on any legal technicalities.

Lady, Kojak, I'm disappointed.

We're all pros, remember?

I'll beat some of those charges, go down on others.

So I do, a couple of years.

My interest will be protected for me.

I won my credibility back in Kew Gardens.

You know something, Coochie Coo?

I don't like you too much.

Ah, the hell with you.

You know something? He's right.

Now, what's the story on Abernathy?

The law is the law, which includes probation.

If he pleads guilty to a lesser, I'll make an offer to his lawyer this

afternoon.

Unsupervised probation and a fine.

It's the best deal I could get you. And remember, I'm not just your lawyer, I'm

your cousin.

Kojak said I'd lose my bonding.

Well, of course.

No deal.

I want the preliminary hearing as soon as possible, too.

Now, will you please send Kojak in on your way out?

It's called an Italian hero, but with a face like yours, we'll call it a

submarine sandwich.

It's Crocker's idea.

Miss Quinones, do the people have any more questions of this witness?

Well, I do, but I'll just ask what's relevant.

Stop me, Lieutenant, if I hit something you did do.

Red Abernathy, his Miranda rights?

No. Obtain a warrant for his arrest?

Didn't think so.

Search warrant?

Not that either.

So, Lieutenant, you violated Miranda, illegal search and seizure, violated

Escobedo, oh, and duress.

People versus Irving Paul Abernathy.

Dismissed. Jury dismissed, and thank you. Are you kidding? What's going on?

Kodak sabotaged his own case.

Theo, thank you.

I want you to know I don't like having heard from you.

No one does.

But you'll get hurt because of me.

General Affairs will want to talk to you.

What are you going to tell them? Tell them to air us human, Frank.

They never paid us to be human.

How about to forgive the vine?