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I can see what it looks like. What is it really?

It's coming on pretty fast this time. What's up?

Well, I was with Judge Mackey in court this morning, and he didn't look ready

for anything like this.

How long has he been dead?

About an hour.

And if you're thinking he was bound or anything, I've checked his wrist.

Not a sign of rope burns, broken vessels, anything like that.

Lieutenant.

This is Ellen Mackey, the judge's wife.

She said she was upstairs sleeping. At about 5 .30, she woke up, heard the

running, and came down here.

This is Macky Hamilton of Kojak.

You know, can you give us any reason why this might have happened? I was with

your husband this morning, and it didn't seem... Do I have to talk about it? No,

Ellen, you don't.

Certainly not now.

I'm Judge Macky Sr., the boy's father.

Excuse us.

How could Philip do this, Ellen?

How?

I asked him for a divorce over the weekend.

Why?

What happened? He was a perfect father, a good husband.

Philip was having an affair with someone.

I found out and confronted him with it.

He said he was sorry, but he wouldn't give her up.

So I... I said it was all over between us.

Dear, that he would go this far.

Go upstairs.

I'll talk to you later.

Where's that from?

Grease. I guess from the hose.

Hey, look at this.

It's the same kind of grease from the hose. I guess he wiped his hands on it.

They're committing suicide and he takes time out to wipe off his hands?

Now, get Jane in.

Check this against his hands, would you please?

What is your name, Lieutenant?

Kojak, Manhattan South, Your Honor. Well, Lieutenant Kojak, I respect good

police work.

But there are...

Private family matters involved here.

A widow, two fine young boys, a reputation.

Lieutenant, I found this on the floor of the car, along with some hairpins and

stuff. I've seen this before from an ace bandage.

Your son have a sprained ankle or something, Your Honor? My son is lying

his face still not covered up.

Please, Lieutenant, don't drag this out.

I'm sorry, Your Honor, there are no shortcuts.

How you doing? No grease on the hands.

Of course, he could have held the hose with the cloth.

But you're right.

It's a strangely fastidious suicide.

When you're finished with the body, would you cover it up?

I'm awfully sorry. It's terrible.

Are you family?

No, no. I work at the court.

Somebody called his office. Everybody knows.

Did he really kill himself?

Does that seem so out of the question?

No. No, nothing's impossible, is it?

Miss, in case I want to talk to you... I have nothing to talk about.

Nothing. All I want is my privacy.

Just your name. You're in the book, aren't you?

Hyatt. Kimberly Hyatt.

Okay,

okay, okay. Beautiful, beautiful.

Hey, Frank, you see my kid brother? Just did three rounds with the Indian, and

look at him. He's cool as cream cheese.

Yeah, terrific.

Gave him a couple of good jabs, and left getting strong, kid.

Come on, kid, just think. Let's take a shower.

Who you waiting on?

That lawyer, Brunson.

Yeah, this is Roussel.

Everything looks good by the papers.

We trust that.

Look, I told you, we did a perfect job.

Hey, ask him about the boss.

Hey, what about Kilty?

Uh -huh.

Uh -huh.

Okay, terrific.

Talk on you.

He's going up to Attica after the funeral to talk to Kilty. He's going to

him out of jail. He swears it. He's up for attempted murder. That's a ten -year

rap. How do you beat that? You know Bronson. He's got another judge in his

pocket. Only this time he's got to be tied in with the Supreme Court.

Yes, Mr. Bronson.

Donna, call Attica.

Explain that Mr. Norman Kilty has retained new counsel and arrange for me

him tomorrow after the funeral.

Book me a flight up there from LaGuardia. And Donna, call the appellate

division. Make sure Judge Philip Templeton Mackey Sr.

hasn't canceled his sessions because of his son's death.

We have an appeal to prepare for him.

Right away, Mr. Bronson.

The M .E. says he died of carbon monoxide poisoning. There are no

other suspicious physical indications.

They've released the body. The funeral's tomorrow.

We've got no substantive case for homicide, Theo.

We won't close it out if you want to put a hold on it.

Captain, here are the court's dispositions on every decision Judge

last year. And a list of all the defense attorneys who appeared before him.

One of them made out like a bandit. Dude named Bronson.

Martin Bronson.

In case there are only two convictions, I'll say he made out.

One for 90 days and the other for six months, and that was suspended.

Does that suggest anything to you?

That's public record, Theo.

It certainly doesn't prove that Mackey was on the take.

So far, all we've got is that clip from an ace bandage.

There's not one real unexplained piece of evidence.

Now, if you want to try to build a homicide case around that, more power to

Stavros. Yes, sir.

Why don't you put a tail on Bronson?

Yes, sir.

I don't believe this. Why?

Frank, I know this fox.

He defends known murderers, known pushers, known hitmen, et cetera, et

Now, if Mackey was murdered, I guarantee you it was a thoroughly professional

job. And I'm just looking for a link. Two minutes ago, you were arguing that

Bronson had the judge in his hip pocket. Dick Kane killed Abel. Look, if you're

going to fall down, you might as well fall down big. Do you understand?

I want to find out who Bronson talks to, who he treats with respect, who treats

him with respect.

And now that Mackey's dead.

Who's Bronson buttering? Maybe up to another judge?

Hey, I gotta start someplace.

You seen him before, Dimples?

The jelly bean with the attaché case.

I'm not sure.

I'll check out his registration.

Mrs. Mackey.

I went to your house. I just missed you. I've got everything you need in here.

The man standing next to the last car. Give them to him.

Mrs. Mackey.

I'm very sorry.

Do I know you?

No, I worked at Phillip's office a couple of years ago down at the

Oh, yes.

You're the one with the well -rounded penmanship that didn't stay long.

It must have been very awkward for you.

What? Both of you in the same office.

Right?

Kim.

You knew, didn't you?

Your Honor? Yes.

I'm Martin Bronson. Yes, yes.

I just want to say how sorry I am.

Thank you for being here.

You coming to the cemetery?

No, I can't. I'm sorry. But I would like to speak to you tomorrow in your

offices. I have an important appeal coming up.

You'll have to go through channels.

Now, if you don't mind.

723K. On a registration check, license reported verifies to Mr. Luther

223 Greylock Place, The Bronx.

723K, 10 -4.

Two -way radio antenna.

A shoulder holds the bulge.

What do you want to bet that Mr. Revelson is a private detective?

What about those two guys I gave you? How did they do?

They did perfect.

So tell me the big secret. How do I get to Brazil?

The trial judge who sentenced you, he could have granted you bail pending your

appeal. He wasn't going to give me break number one.

His decision can be appealed to the appellate division.

They can reverse him, set bail, and you can walk out of here after you've posted

it and just keep right on going.

My lawyer's been through this. Those judges aren't going to open the door for

me. Judge Mackey will.

All you have to do is deliver a million when you're out.

to a Swiss bank account.

You're kidding. For him?

No, for me.

What I got to hold over Mackey I couldn't buy with money.

Get me out.

You'll be made for life.

Made for life?

You want out, Kildee?

I want in with that million into politics.

There's where the action is.

You just gotta be careful.

But we all know that now, don't we?

Don't you ever knock. What do you want, Rizzo?

Hey, Lieutenant, this is police information here.

Crocker called.

Now, he followed Bronson after the funeral out to LaGuardia.

From there, he went up to Attica Prison.

Crocker claims that Bronson's got a new client, a Norman Kilty.

Norman Kilty.

Yeah.

New York's number one garbage man.

Check with the super at Kimberly Hyatt's apartment.

Judge Mackey was there a lot.

On the sly.

Kimberly Hyatt.

Marty Brunson, Norman Kilty. What the hell is that all add up to?

You ever play kick the can, hide and go seek?

Yeah, sure.

Somebody kills the judge, this Norman Kilty certainly has the manpower for

These torpedoes are used to hang around him. Yeah? Fire it there at liberty.

Yes, sir.

I don't exactly understand why you've come to me, Miss Hyatt.

I realize that.

He met you once in the afternoon.

And he told me that he was taking an awful lot on his ability to trust you.

I need your help, Mr. Brunson.

There is almost $94 ,000 in this case.

I have been storing it in my closet.

Philip put it there several years ago after we had... after we'd fallen in

Mr. Bronson, what do I do with it?

What can I tell you?

Philip set aside some money, perhaps, so that you could take off someday

together.

Now he's dead, and it's yours.

Mr. Bronson, do you know how much a judge makes in Philip's court?

Less than $45 ,000 a year.

Do you know what he said to me once?

He said that if he ever found $50 ,000 all in one place, he'd run off with me

hell with the scandal.

Why didn't he?

I mean, there's twice as much here.

I'm afraid I have no idea.

All right.

He could make up his mind. I can understand, you know.

Why am I so understanding? I don't understand, Mr. Bronson, if he had this

money stored away.

No matter what was troubling him, he would run off with me. I know that.

I also know that he did not kill himself.

I have to go to the police.

Miss Hyatt.

They'll start an investigation.

It's a front page scandal, Miss Hyatt. Yes, but if Philip did not kill himself,

then somebody did and somebody has to investigate.

Of course.

Why don't you give me this one afternoon to find out where the money came from?

Then if you're still not satisfied, we'll go to the police.

All right.

That's the spirit.

You'll be at home later. Yes. If I learn anything. Yes.

Thank you.

Bye -bye.

You ain't got your hand paved.

All right, all right.

I'm in a hurry.

What's eating you?

Come on.

Hi, Dale.

Who loves you, Gallo?

Hello, Webster. Remember me?

Oh, Jack, sure.

How you doing?

Here, Jilly, finish wrapping his hands and have him work the bag again, okay?

Okay. Go ahead, kid.

You want something from me, Lieutenant?

Oh, yeah, you and Rizal.

Must be love.

Yeah, I hear you're working for Sammy Cabo now, hustling. Now that Norman

has gone over Hill and Dale and up the river.

Boy, have you got lousy informants. Yeah.

Giselle and me, we work for Thorny.

Really? We're out of the rackets, into the fight game, full time.

Yeah? Is that what I heard?

I hear that you and Sammy Cabo had a long meeting.

Monday afternoon, very, very late.

Are you kidding?

Let's see, Monday afternoon.

Oh, yeah, that's the day that Rizal and me took Thorny over to the doc for his

checkup. That's Doc Younger, you know him. He works the flights.

Oh, yeah, Doc Younger.

Okay, Webster, listen, eh?

Everything's cool.

Just as long as you stay away from the naughty boys.

Hey, trouble I don't need. Not with a contender in the family.

Revelson, the guy at the funeral you said was a private investigator?

That's what he is, all right.

Here's his address right here.

All right, come on.

Over here.

Like you tie up a guy with an ace bandage and leaves no rope burns, yeah?

I know you know Doc, young guy.

That bum, he stopped about last year.

TKO. Would you believe I went down for 10? All right, look. You find it before

those other two punks do.

Find out exactly what time they brought their fighter for an examination.

In the meantime, I'll go talk to Rebelson. Come on.

Webster.

Bronson.

Write this down.

Kimberly Hyatt.

165. Patrick.

Yeah, yeah, I hear you, but I wish I didn't. You want Kilty out, right?

Then why take chances?

She's depressed by the judge's death.

She commits suicide.

Happens every day.

By the way, she's got 94 grand stashed somewhere in her apartment.

Find it.

It's yours.

And how much of this spy stuff you figure is legal, Revelson?

Who says I use it?

Maybe I'm a collector.

Me too.

Well, why don't you collect me some information on what you did for Mrs.

Philip Mackey, Jr.? I can't talk about clients, even if I knew who that was.

Sure you can.

I bugged her house phones.

Had a recorder in the basement, automatic on with each call.

And what was her problem?

Her old man, the judge.

He was having an affair.

I got him on tape talking to this chick maybe half a dozen times. I don't know

exactly. I don't listen to everything, you know.

You mean you sit alone in this dump and you don't listen to intimate

conversations? Come on.

Not that tape, not that tape. You know why?

Because I was transferring this hair tape for a friend of mine in which the

was under the bed.

You want to hear it, huh?

I'll catch you later.

Well, anyhow, he wasn't just talking to the girl. There was a man, Martin

something, Martin.

Martin Bronson?

Was that who she had you deliver him to at the funeral?

I didn't hear any last names I wouldn't know.

So these tapes, maybe they had nothing to do with the girl.

Maybe they're all with this guy Martin, right?

I don't know, really.

I just recorded all his private phone calls for four weeks.

Somewhere with the girl.

Others with this Martin.

Hey!

Hey! Don't you want to hear the dirty tape?

It ain't legal.

We settled for 3 ,500.

I don't believe it.

Where did you get that, anyhow? That's some sort of patched -up tape. There's

copies of three conversations on there, Your Honor. More or less all the same,

just as I recorded them.

What did you do to him?

He must have had something over his head. What was it? All I know is I made

gentle proposal to him a few years back, and he accepted.

Why?

This is inconceivable. That boy has never...

Never taken one stray step.

Look, your son was in love. In any divorce, he would have ended up with

So he was building up his own private little nest egg.

I thought there was nothing we didn't discuss.

He should have talked it all over with me. No woman is worth that sort of

compromise. That's absurd.

That's exactly what you would have told him, and that's exactly what he didn't

want to hear.

It must be destroyed, you understand?

You do understand.

That depends.

I want Kilty out on bail pending a new trial. If he isn't, the original of that

tape goes straight to the Daily News.

You go to jail offering a bribe. If you listen carefully, he solicited the $5

,000. There's no proof I paid it.

In fact, I might come out of this looking like a hero while your son ends

the headlines, Philip Templeton Mackey Jr., the best judge money can buy.

Well, I was perfectly willing to come to your home, Mrs. Mackey.

I think the children have been exposed to enough police, don't you?

And as for this private detective, there's nothing I have to say.

Nothing at all.

Excuse me. Yeah.

Carjack. Yeah, Lieutenant.

Bronson just spent 30 minutes with Judge Mackey Sr.

He took with him what looks like a tape recorder.

Yeah, he's splitting. I gotta go.

Mrs. Mackey.

This private investigator, huh?

Revelson?

Well, he was taping your husband's telephone conversations.

Now, a few of them were with a Miss Hyatt.

But he also taped some others with a lawyer by the name of Martin Bronson,

whom your husband has some very dubious collaboration.

Lieutenant.

You repeat those accusations in public, and I will sue you for every penny,

badge, stick of furniture, and plastic coffee cup you own.

Sue me, but just tell me why you gave those conversations to Mr. Bronson.

Mrs. Mackey.

Please, I... You put your hands on me?

I was just... Look at you.

All of you. You look like you're watching some game.

It is a game, isn't it?

You interfere in people's lives.

You analyze their passions.

You make them suffer for being nothing more than human beings who are trying to

solve their own problems.

Well, that is life.

It is not a game.

Stay out of it. We don't let people take out their passions with murder. That's

right.

And why did Bronson bring those tapes to your father -in -law today?

What Mr. Bronson does is his business.

Why ask me?

That is one sick

lady.

Yeah, what is it, Stavros?

Doc Younger backed up the alibi that Webster gave for the day of the murder

about bringing Thorny down there for a physical.

This is not a murder.

Begging your pardon, Captain, but I think it is because I didn't buy

story. I reminded him about his license.

I said I didn't hear him the first time. He admitted he didn't see Rizzo and

Webster on the day of the murder.

All right, Rizzo, Tracy, get down to Gallo's gym and you keep an eye on him,

okay?

Saperstein, you too, Stubbers. Pick up Kimberly Hyatt. You tell her I want to

talk to her, okay?

Yes, sir.

Saperstein! I got you.

Where are you going?

I'm going to go talk to Judge Mackey Sr.

And in talking to him, I'm going to tell him that his son was a crook.

I just want to check around your sink for a minute.

Terminator?

You smell that?

I'll blow your hair off. You pull that trigger, we all go.

Spray your gun out and come over with your hands up.

This afternoon.

And send the lieutenant in.

Well.

Well, Your Honor.

You have an exemplary record.

You came here to pay me a tribute?

You deserve it.

You know, you can't say that for all judges.

This Sutter, for example, what do you think of him?

I don't care to comment.

Kingman, Geraso, Taylor, the others that the press are beginning to come down

on?

I don't especially respect any of them. Off the record, of course.

Is anybody like yourself ever going to put it on the record, Your Honor?

Lieutenant, if you don't get to the point... The point, sir, is very

Now, your son was having an extramarital affair with his former secretary. C

'est la vie. That's not against the law.

The painful part, his wife confirmed it by putting a tap on his private

telephone line. Please.

And the detective, he says that there were other conversations between your

and Mr. Martin Bronson, a defense attorney.

A defense attorney who won practically every case he pleaded in front of your

son.

Those tapes, sir, found their way to Mrs. Mackey, to Mr. Bronson, and through

him, to these chambers this afternoon.

You have had me under surveillance?

No, sir.

Mr. Brunson.

No calls.

What?

Yeah, Kojak.

She all right?

94 ,000?

Kimberly Hyatt, your son's mistress.

Two of Kilty's button men tried to kill her.

I think they had more luck with your son.

Lieutenant, you come in here with one bombshell after another. I don't even

this Hyatt woman. Who tried to kill her?

The people who killed my son?

Are you saying it wasn't suicide?

I can't prove murder yet, sir.

But it's beginning to fall into place.

I mean, Kimberly talking about the $94 ,000 with Bronson.

Bronson saying he never heard of it.

And I'm saying that Bronson was the one who gave it to your son in the first

place. But there's no evidence of that, you say.

So there must be other explanations. There has to be.

That's why, Your Honor, you must tell me what's on those tapes.

You're the only one who can help me unravel this.

And the widow isn't talking, and Bronson, of course, he's not talking.

And Kimberly Hyatt, she's just a babe in the woods.

There's no way that I can tie Bronson to that $94 ,000.

You, Your Honor, you're the only one who can help me bring out the truth.

The truth is, Lieutenant, I have suffered your presence here as long as I

to.

Good day, sir.

will be at the hearing tomorrow.

Yes, he would be free to leave after posting bail.

Mr. Bronson, who recorded those tapes, you or Alan?

I want to know.

I have to know.

So nothing out of Rizal or Webster? What are they going to say? They belch we

nail him for Mackey's murder. They got to shut up.

So where are we? Except for the assault on Kimberly, zip.

Not the judge's murder, not bribery, not extortion.

Everybody has something to hide. Nobody's talking there, nobody's

Captain, Lieutenant, I just thought you'd like to know, Norman Kilty's

the night in the tombs. He goes up before Judge Mackey tomorrow morning.

for release on bail, pending his appeal for a retrial.

minutes, I'm going to hand down what is probably the most important decision in

my life.

Before I do, there's something I must ask you.

According to this Lieutenant Kojak's theory, that tape of Philip's telephone

calls was made for you by a private detective.

Ellen, did you spy on my son?

Spy on Phyllis?

I am allowed, you know, in my own home to tap into our own lines.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Especially when one's husband is carrying... Ellen, these are

Martin Bronson, not with that Hyatt woman.

Now, were these ever in your possession?

I only heard a few words between her and Phyllis.

I didn't need to hear a lot. A few I love you's goes a long, long way.

I, uh, I don't want to get into that.

Why don't you want to get into that? You think he was such a saint. Well, let me

tell you something about your darling son.

Night after night, I lay awake listening to him talking in his sleep about her.

Night after night.

And he never even touched me.

Yes, I recorded those conversations with Bronson.

Yes.

I gave Bronson those tapes. And do you know why?

Because he defended exactly the kind of people that I needed.

People who would do anything.

So I made a deal.

You made a deal?

He asked about you.

I told him that those tapes would break your heart.

Well, he wanted the tapes.

And I wanted Philip to get some of his famous justice.

So Bronson arranged to kill Philip. That was my price for the tapes.

He was a thief.

He stole from me.

You know, while your son was dying,

I was upstairs.

I knew what was happening.

I heard the motor running.

Do you know what I did?

So I wouldn't have to listen.

I took a bath.

Supreme Court of the State of New York Appellate Division, Part 4, is now in

session. The Honorable Philip Templeton Mackey, Sr., presiding.

Be seated.

In the case of the people of New York State against Norman L. Kilty, the

defendant having filed an appeal for release on bail during pendency of

Mr. Bronson, would you and Mr. Kilty please rise?

This court has been asked to grant freedom under bail to Norman Kilty, a

convicted and sentenced for a vicious crime.

If this court so rules, he can buy his liberty.

If this court so rules, consider that

freedom or imprisonment.

At times, even life and death.

These are awesome powers, ultimately at the discretion of jurists like myself.

And who are we, really?

How wise are we?

How different from you can we afford to be?

We must be human, and we are then inevitably vulnerable.

And corruptible.

Rather than treasure the fact we try to remain no less human than those we

judge, there are those who would attempt to profit from our humanity.

Who would turn our thoughts to politics and power.

To tempt us with position.

To blackmail us with our weaknesses.

For those of people we love.

Those who would thus corrupt us.

And the people.

I can't among the very worst of criminals.

Lieutenant Kojak, would you approach the bench?

Lieutenant, I charge that man, Martin Bronson, with bribery, extortion,

obstruction of justice, and conspiracy to commit murder, and order him placed

under arrest immediately.

Plaintiff's appeal for release on bail is denied.

He will be returned to prison forthwith.

Come in.

Oh, come in, Lieutenant.

When you play this, I will, of course, testify to all conversations I've had

with Bronson and Ellen.

You'll have to arrest a lieutenant.

Yes, sir.

I will, of course, resign.

Well, I personally would hate to see you leave the bench, Sheriff Mackey.

I mean, you didn't accept any of Bronson's deal.

Kojak, if it hadn't been for you and your investigation, I don't know that I

wouldn't have.

That's total speculation, Your Honor.

And I certainly will repeat what you just said.

No, but I would.

To myself.

Every day for the rest of my life.

No, from now on I can speak out differently, openly.

Like you wanted me to.

There's a lot that needs changing.

I'll try and do what I can.

Yes, sir.

Judge Mackey.

It fits, you know.

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