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Park over there. Leave the keys. That'll be a dollar deposit.

That model you told me to spot?

Best in here now.

It's a real cream puff. Hey, Trey, you could give a guy a heart attack.

You know, you give us extra work, Artie. We didn't order no vinyl top.

You know, I almost burnt my pants.

Well,

I mean, it figures it's a hot car.

Push over.

proceed to Wingate Park.

Who found him?

Some kids phoned in.

Artie Fowler.

He used to love to play with cars, you know.

Strip them, drive them, steal them.

Oh, well. What else?

Took one right through the heart. Never knew it would hit him.

Must have been pretty close.

Yeah, but not around here. There's no blood on the ground.

Why hit a small -time wheel man and then go to all the trouble of dumping him

someplace else?

Not for money. Whoever hit him had time enough to pick him clean.

Must have wanted his body.

Must have been somebody he knew, huh?

Now look.

When Forensic gets finished with him, you go check his flat. Pull out his

sheet, and then check with the motor vehicle bureau, see if there's a

that's in his name, huh?

And keep this under wraps.

I don't even want it to appear in the obituaries.

All right.

Three o 'clock, just like you said.

How'd he deliver?

Yep, came through fine, just like you said. Car's in the Bronx, all stashed.

How'd you handle our other problem?

That took care of itself.

Artie's got this cousin up in Vermont, and he's on his way up there now.

Vermont, right?

Yeah. He said he'd call you in a day or two.

Who'd you give this to?

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

You fired that gun.

Didn't you?

You killed Artie.

You answered me, Ray. Okay, all right. No way. You said yourself. I never said

anything about killing. Look, you said that he was shooting off his mouth. He

was going to blow the whole thing. Right.

Steve, we don't want to go back to the slammer.

That sweat on you, that's fear and weakness.

You could drown in that stuff, Ray.

Oh, you're in lousy shape for this job.

Until this is over, you lay off the booze, sleep right, eat good, tell the

others.

Now get out of here.

Take your gun and lose it.

I go way backward, Artie.

Almost to his hopcap days.

Sweetest little crook you ever want to know.

I trust him with my mother, my sister, but not with anything in my garage.

How much did Artie owe you?

Did I say he owed me?

And gee, every stiff that comes under your joint owes you.

Two hundred.

Five bucks to eat on, to balance for the ponies.

He was in that heavy, huh?

Educated guess, over eight grand.

Fat, I don't know. Nice waters. Is this the local juice?

Hey, imported from the Bronx.

Hey, I just remembered about that 200.

He said he'd have it back to me by Monday, sure.

That's right.

And this girl, the one he's so high on, Maria, the model, she says to him,

what's happening by Monday?

And he said back to her, he says, by Monday, the sun explodes.

The sun explodes.

Mr. Jellicoe?

Your long message? Pick it up, pick it up.

Illegal to smoke up here?

Up here, it's okay.

Got your message.

We in business?

Nobody. I mean, nobody ever pulled the kind of job you're figuring.

That's why it'll work, Mr. Jellicoe.

I dig your cover. Very original. Show business. It's the laugh.

I run a spotlight.

I'm good at it.

But right here's as far as I'll ever get.

Married? I was.

The alimony hurts.

So you figured a cockamamie heist. To you, it's cockamamie. I say it's too far

out. The cops can stand there and watch me, and they still won't believe it's

happening. You're green, raw, working with a scratch team. Now, what do you

going for you nobody else has?

Everything I need to make it work.

Like what? I got a first -class wheel, man. I got the truck and both sedans off

to the streets already.

I got two guys working on the transmitter.

And I got someone inside.

Inside?

That's the key.

You know, the price you want for the merchandise, we're talking big money.

It's from Mr. Jellicoe.

Macy, there's a lot involved here.

Don't let anything go wrong. The organization I'm dealing with doesn't

mistakes.

I'm Maria Cranston.

I'm supposed to see a Lieutenant Kojak?

Yeah. Right through that door.

Come in.

Outrageous. Is that legal?

I'll vote for it.

Thank you for coming, Miss Cranston.

Maria.

I hope you don't mind.

I left this location with my answering service.

No sweat.

Sure rotten timing.

I get the feeling my wholesome smile is a little out of whack today.

You know, Maria, we put the lid on Artie being murdered.

Yeah, you mentioned that on the phone.

It's important.

Sure, anything.

Are you new in town?

Only where work is concerned.

I'm this close to getting my second job.

But it took me three years to land it.

You know something, Maria?

You and Artie, that's one that I find hard to tie.

Oh, well.

What do you do with a guy who says he loves you, doesn't make one single

sends you valentines in July?

Did he owe you money?

No.

He was always asking if I had enough to meet my bills.

As a matter of fact, the past few weeks, he's been promising me the moon.

A windfall?

No.

I figured he was just bragging, trying to impress me.

You know, Maria, we have reason to believe that Artie was involved in

that cost him his life.

You mean it wasn't just bragging?

Did he ever nail down a time when this windfall was supposed to happen?

No. No.

Just soon.

He, uh... Oh, yeah?

He said that this thing was going to push the police right into the comic

section, that the whole town would be laughing at you.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, sure, I know where it is.

Okay, yeah.

Sure thing.

I didn't even say thank you.

Hello?

Get the job.

Crazy day.

Crazy day.

We're just wrong on the page.

We need another 50 beans.

Jerry?

Yeah, well, it's going to be a bit more like 60 bucks, Steve.

You couldn't spring for it? No way, old buddy.

I bought 38 seats for Hal Prince's new show. You know, I'm tapped out until I

can unload them. Really, really.

Hey, Ray, I ought to give you the keys for this. He said he was going to get an

extra set made. No.

No, we'll hotwire him. That's okay.

All right, I got a paycheck waiting for me at the theater. I'll go cash it.

Jerry, you stop by around intermission. I'll give you the bread. All right.

Derek, does this job feel good to you? Are you kidding?

It's going to be great.

You've got choice merchandise, in demand, and an anxious buyer waiting in

wings.

Thank you.

I'm not the only one who gets paid on Monday.

Marty's bookie was here, and he gets paid on Monday, too.

Eighty -two hundred bucks.

Eighty -two hundred? From where?

His grandmother died or something.

Left him a fortune.

Excuse me a minute.

I was in school. My grandmother died six times. Always during the World Series.

Yeah. We all have the same grandmother.

Who?

Something died in this water.

Can't the light not wind up with you?

What do you think, Frank?

Weekend job.

It comes Monday, they all split it up, spread the cheer.

Look like Artie is on the block for maybe 5 % of a hole.

He was counting on 10 grand.

Hey, somebody figures they're not a quarter of a million, maybe more.

The day the sun explodes, that's Andrew Gordon, Artie. Looks like he was

expecting a lot more than just enough to pay off his debts.

New York's finest.

They're going to wind up making the Keystone Cops seem like gravediggers.

That's what Artie told the model.

We're going to be good for lots of laughs.

Half a million, maybe.

Sweet.

Without Ali biting into it, it's even sweeter.

Ah, come on, will you, Frank?

You mean to knock him off for 5 % of the take?

Just a thought.

Top of the head, Theo.

Go with anything.

I come up empty, too.

There are two things I do now.

Number one, I don't think we've got much time.

And number two, I think I know why Ali was killed.

Why? He talked too much.

Anyone see you going to Artie's place?

No, not even the landlady.

Let me see.

Let me see.

Oh, look at this.

Von Westella's perfume.

Texas Avenue, Customs Jewelry.

Led the first women's dance.

What about the 20 -year -old girlfriend of Miss Cranston?

Model, nice girl.

Oh, sure, right.

Oh, nice girl. I'm running all the numbers in his phone book.

These pictures, they look old.

Could be the family, I think.

You know that girl you mentioned?

Maria? Yeah, he's got hub pictures all over the place. Yellow sheets?

No bulletin there. What about the known associates?

Want me to run them down? No, not yet.

No surprises then, huh?

No surprises, but something a little kinky.

The Motor Vehicle Bureau has a 58 Mercedes registered to Artie. But I

keys for two other vehicles.

And the code numbers tag him as fitting a 72 Plymouth and a two and a half ton

Dodge truck.

Which are not parked in the neighborhood.

Right. And Detroit provided the information first for the...

Serial numbers and the engine numbers.

DMV's playing computer bingo. It should have the license plate soon.

Right, and then we'll check the hot sheet and see if the vehicles were

right?

I'm a firm believer in the work ethic.

Take a look at this.

Matt, I just glanced at it.

Is this just a street map or what? Look at this.

Squiggly marks along the New England Thruway. These X's.

And an imaginary at one o 'clock.

This is all written in the same type of felt pen used in the book here.

Oh, which might make them the newest entries. All right, let's check these

All right.

And these X's, two of them?

Check them out, too. Visit the locations.

Notice around here we can dig up.

Take Stavros and Villano.

Arrange a stakeout at Artie's place.

Okay.

I just don't see you enough.

You know that's going to change, Liz.

Everything work?

You got any problems?

No, no.

It's all right here.

Nobody suspects anything.

Stop worrying.

This is your requisition.

All you have to do is remember to let them open the locks before you make your

move. You drilled Carl on the frequency codes?

He can recite them in his sleep.

Darling, it's a piece of cake.

You're a piece of cake.

I love you, Liz.

You know that?

I guess I really won't be sure until we're in Hawaii.

Well, I got a handball game at the club and then I got to check my calls.

Listen, lots of guys get cold feet the second time around.

Forget about the ex, Mrs. Macy.

Have you?

Hey, honey.

You're crushing my requisitions.

Oh. Oh, we certainly can't have that, can we?

What's the matter?

I have the map with you.

The map is gone.

Are you sure? Don't you keep that thing locked?

Of course I keep it locked. It hasn't even been out of the apartment.

Marty.

It had to be.

All the others got copies of the map.

He must have waltzed off with it after the last briefing.

No, and the Knickerbock Athletic Club is the only number I have on him. Well, we

have Llewellyn Morgan.

He's a news writer for a local radio station, about 55 years.

Do you have anyone in his late 20s, early 30s?

Well, that'd be Stacy Morgan.

Do you have an address on him?

Oh, that's very nice, Lenny.

All right, what do you got?

Artie's phone book, those numbers in red. I've been calling him. One was to a

candy store, probably his bookie.

Then another was to Maria.

Then there was one for Morgan and the Knickerbocker Athletic Club answers.

Come up with a Stacy Morgan. No yellow sheet. Could be a phone. And it could be

legitimate. For your information, sonny boy, most Americans don't have a yellow

sheet. Thank you. Would you keep reminding me, Lieutenant? It's my only

into reality.

All right. What about the maps?

Any information on the echoes?

Yeah. One was on Tremont.

The other was near the Throgs Neck Bridge.

We covered both locations. If there's something shaking, it's invisible to the

naked eye.

DMV called on Artie's cars.

Both the Dodge van and the four -door Plymouth were stolen three days ago.

Get Saperstein. I can get a court order. I want a tap put on this Stacy

Morgan's, uh, calls at the Knickerbocker Club.

Hey, what's with the lollipops?

I'm looking to close the generation gap. Get out of here.

That was mine.

Done.

All right, kids. Make your wardrobe changes and be back on stage for Curtin

ten minutes.

Let's move it. Come on.

Hey, you know how many tickets I

moved on this show, huh?

180. I told you. Listen, a few more hits like this, man, I could become a

legitimate scalper. You know? I mean, like a sideline after we score.

80 for the paint, right?

Yeah.

Is that the later distance?

Yeah. Listen, nothing about Artie.

Not even the obituaries.

That's a break.

Because I've got to tell you, we've got a little problem.

I think Artie lifted my copy of the map.

When the cops find his body, they're going to call him that dump he rented.

Jerry, sooner or later they are going to find them.

Hey, wait a minute.

You're not going to lay that one off on me, man.

I'm not going anywhere near Artie's pad.

Jerry, if they find that map, they might just put it all together just when

we're ready to move. Right, and if they find Artie, then we... But they haven't.

Saperstein called in from the Knickerbocker. Check on Morgan's

home. What's that?

One call, Jerry Erskine.

Conversation went something like this.

Erskine said he needed ten more.

Morgan got teed off and said, you trying to milk me, Erskine? Quote, unquote.

And what do you got? Well, there was nothing local on Erskine, so I checked

Washington. Naturally.

Naturally.

Erskine Gerald, a .k .a.

Jerry Eastman. Two years armed robbery in Michigan.

Released last November.

Lives here now. He's a ticket scalper. Sporting events, Broadway shows.

He had a cellmate named Stephen Macy up on a manslaughter charge, a car

accident. He's a member of IATSE, the Theater Technician's... Theater's Movies

Projectionist Stagehand Center.

Yeah. His union job description is front -lighting man.

Currently at the 48th Street Theater with Happy February.

Stephen Macy, Stacy Morgan. That's a crummy alias.

All right, I want a tell on him. Around the clock.

What about us? You got an address on him?

No, not yet. All right.

Keep trying. It wouldn't hurt to have a man on him, too, you know.

I got a cousin on the force in Denver.

He says stakeout's his favorite duty.

I think retirement's mine.

Hold it.

Look.

Somebody's up there. You go call the lieutenant.

I'm going on up. You cover the back.

I'm on my way. If he comes out, you tell him. I'll catch you on the radio.

Stowers, he's cut on the back.

Come on, give me a heart attack. Come on.

How's it feel to be a hero?

Tell Stowers to relax.

Is that yours?

Oh, yeah, my pictures.

Artie had a friend who used to get me cheap copies.

Yes, Artie did give me the key to his place.

Been there a long time.

Artie's got a brother in Oregon.

I thought of writing him a letter.

I couldn't find it in the dress book.

You can let me see that sometime.

What?

As a wholesome smile.

Okay,

you give me that, I'll give you this.

I'll get you a cat. Give me that.

Better go now.

I promise you, kid, right?

Take the rain checker. Good.

I'll shoot.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Go, go.

Somebody built the jungle.

Uh -huh.

Camouflaged the tenants.

I lost him after he got the bus.

Did you look at the bed?

The map wasn't there.

What map?

Well, the map you gave me.

I added Xerox and gave the originals to Valano to put into Artie's room.

I wanted to make sure it was important.

That's all he was looking for, the map.

You know those exits, Tremont Place and Frog's Neck Bridge?

You said if it signified anything, it wasn't visible to the naked eye. Not

visible to us, maybe, but certainly visible to Artie's killers.

I wonder what the hell they want.

All right, I give you this week's mystery map.

You solve the riddle, win a two -week trip to, uh... Oh, where do you want to

go? Home.

I wonder where it was you on on Saturdays. Oh, let's see.

The lines drawn on the New England Thruway begin around Pelham Bay Park.

I figured the Thruway is an escape route.

Is the time on the side one?

What's that, a .m., p .m.? I don't know. Well, that X is on Tremont.

The other's near Throgs Neck Bridge.

You sell bridges, you don't steal them.

There's nothing else there.

It's a .m.

What? The Broadway theaters are closed on Sundays, right?

Macy's got tomorrow off.

So he makes the hit after tonight's show and then spends his day off

celebrating. All right, you can figure it that way.

Are you that sure it's Macy we're after?

No, I'm not sure. I'm not sure of anything, but that's all we got.

Him and that Jerry Erskine, wherever he is.

One thing I do know, whatever's coming off is coming off this weekend.

I just have to keep my fingers crossed and go with what we got. If I'm wrong,

well, that's the way the buckle of my crumbles.

Then why don't you just pull my AC in? What charge?

The face in the street map? Hey, this is one cute cookie.

Very, very cute.

I've had a surveillance on it for two days.

I can't pick him up for jaywalking.

Captain? Lieutenant?

It's coming off tonight.

What is?

Pick a card, any card.

Captain McNeil.

Captain? It's Hugh Jellicoe.

Him and Macy have been cozy now for a couple of blocks.

Pretty heavy talk.

Just now, Jellicoe hands Macy an envelope.

Is it thick enough for a down payment?

Better than my pension.

Macy's with Jellicoe. Hugh Jellicoe, number one crime profile.

Numbers, prostitution, gambling, razzle -dazzle. You know, we never nailed him

on a big one.

He just done 90 days on Rikers Island.

I wonder what he's buying from Macy's. I wonder whose money.

He's got to have heavy backup.

Milano.

The figure Macy's action comes off tonight. Hang with him.

I want to give him support.

Jellicoe's primed for something heavy.

We're sending in more troops.

I'll listen for the bugle.

Sir.

Lieutenant Krojak's office. I'm in church.

For Lana, we lost Macy.

Remind him that the show must go on.

Hey, bubble brain.

He still has to work that light tonight. Catch him at the theater.

We need more culture around here.

Macy's show isn't running tonight.

They're getting the theater ready for the Tony Awards tomorrow.

Villano checked the union.

Macy's off.

Central to car 723.

Car 723K.

Car 723K.

Proceed to suspect department.

A uniform unit will meet you with search warrant.

I'm on my way, Central. 10 -4.

Is this the wine you wanted?

Sure looks like one to me.

Yeah.

See?

Looks like he moved out.

He skipped.

Can't do that. He's got a lease.

Clues.

Who knows? Might have forgot to flush the toilet.

Did this Macy own a car?

Who? Mr. Mace Morgan, whatever his name is? No, he took the subway or a cab.

I see. Did you see him leave?

No, I was watching a game all afternoon and dozed off.

Flat ginger ale in the fridge and that's it. All right, check out the cab

companies. This guy had to be juggling a couple of suitcases before he left.

I'll get it.

Hi there.

Yes, me.

Don't be a wise guy. What do you want, Stavros?

Okay.

Jellicoe. He's huddling with a couple of the Cha -Cha Sindicato.

What for?

Those wise guys already got a lock on all the action in their territory.

Numbers, broads, narcotics. What do they need that Jellicoe could sell them?

Here you go, Mike.

Revise schedule for tonight.

Hey, you mean anybody can rent uniforms like this? Nah, you just gotta have that

showbiz look, you know?

Hey, look, it's my gun.

Hey, where's your brother?

Hell's all set. Just waiting for Liz to show. You check out the gear? No sweat.

Relax, Steve.

We know how to set up a transmitter.

Okay, everybody.

Find your size and get into it.

midway point between Throgs Neck Bridge and Tremont Avenue.

All right? So what do we got?

Excuse me, Lieutenant. What we got is zilch. The biggest heist in the entire

area is a parking meter.

Here lives Detective Third Grade Angus Duncan. He's 85 years old. He retired 34

years ago.

Crew dispatcher at Diamond Cab just checked in. A guy fitting Macy's

got a taxi outside of his apartment at 710 tonight.

And where'd the taxi take him?

Garage near Hull and 204th Street.

Stover's here? He's outside.

Have him check it out. All right.

Lieutenant, I just talked to Stavros. He says that garage has been vacant for a

year. Did he find anything?

Yeah, clothes. Like, they were just dropped there. Men's stuff. Pants, ties,

shirts, some paint spraying gear, and these big empty boxes from Martinelli

Costumes.

Costumes?

Costumes. Five empty boxes.

So that means Macy and Eskin weren't alone. They got a couple of playmates,

right? Could be.

Don't call the squad, bro.

Chief, you can't run down the owner of this Martinelli Costumes.

Find out what was in those boxes.

Right. Hold on a minute.

Hey, Lieutenant, you got a lot of skull.

All right, you, you.

That

means

that every unit in town is going to be responding to this 10 -13.

It's time for the second one, Liz.

Central car 304 responding.

Liz, are you all right?

Yeah, I'm just worried about Steve and your brother and the whole crazy thing.

Attention all units in the 37 precinct.

9800 block of Tremont Avenue.

A 10 -1 -3.

Officer needs assistance.

Hey, Lieutenant, all the other units are covering that first 10 -13.

9800 Tremont. That X here.

That first call?

Shrugs Neck Bridge.

That X.

Now we've got a pickup coming over now.

It's all the action out there.

Central, this is car 311.

Stand at address, I guess.

Oh, that'd be a sucker.

The call's a pony.

Diversion. Here, put the two of them together. What do you got?

That part of the Bronx looks like a police cruiser convention.

That leaves City Island up for grabs.

The Pelham firing range.

Give me that location again, will you?

Yeah, all right.

Car 723.

Go ahead, 723.

It's a phony, all right, and it's choking the frequency up here.

Acknowledged, 723. We have a fix on the location of the transmitter.

Yachts are on the way. 10 -4.

They're coming this way. Stop.

Any cruiser or truck I'm in here pick up delivery down at the loading platform

now

Okay, close it up.

He's dead Are you okay?

Yeah, you ever shoot a guy dressed like a cop?

It's hard