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Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Why this place?

I know what I'm doing.

Don't worry.

Come on in, honey. We gotta talk prom.

Okay, Manny?

I just thought you ought to see this one.

This guy by the name of Colin Fletcher gets mugged. Same M .O. as the others.

Hooker picks up some guy, takes him upstairs. There's a dude waiting behind

door. Zap!

Claudine, the dream?

His wallet was here.

He had a half a pint of whiskey. It smashed when he went down.

There's whiskey on his breath.

That seal looks broken to you.

How come he still got his watch and ring?

Well, like I was saying, there are credit cards in his wallet that they

get. I know to find next of kin.

Hey, look, man, I just work in a bar. I don't do nothing illegal.

You don't take anything for steering. John's do a good time. Well, the girl

wants to lay a tip on me. That's against the law. Hey, why don't you get off my

back? Talk nice to the officer.

You want to hurt his feelings?

All he wants to know is this girl with the platinum hair. Now what's her name?

I ain't never seen her before.

She comes in here and she picks up this dude at the jukebox and she, she lays

her money down on the bar for my tip.

Her money?

Yeah. And I leave the bar.

Well, how come this Claudine, the dream character, winds up in the same room

with the stiff?

Hey, Manny, you always double book? I guess that other girl just took a key

without asking for it and put it back without telling me.

I gave the same room to Claudine.

How did I know there was a body to be cleaned up?

I just want you guys to know that I think you're a couple of beautiful human

beings.

Of course I'm scared.

Fletcher was going through the books of a company I was operating.

Fletcher gets murdered. Fletcher had some kind of accident.

Nobody said it was connected with you in any way.

So forget it, Mr. Marshall.

Still, I'm scared.

You made certain guarantees, Mr. Kane.

You'd better stick with them.

I'm watching out for you as best I can.

Now you just do your part.

He says Fletcher's death was... was an accident.

Not to worry.

You, you, you and you and all the other guys.

Here's your coffee, Lieutenant.

What? I've just come from the Borough Commander's office.

He was boiling.

He says... Fun City isn't fun anymore. I know, Frank.

Why don't you tell him to move to Detroit?

To continue.

The commander pointed out that Fletcher's death was a homicide off a

game. And that 27 out -of -towners have been victims of Murphy games in the past

three weeks.

Only this one puts us on the front page.

I know, Frank.

I know.

Now, what about Fletcher? Colin Duncan Fletcher, 37, married, three kids, a

bookkeeper for Investment Securities Incorporated of Cleveland.

On vacation in town alone with a wife and kiddies? What?

Word from Cleveland Police Department is that he was in New York on temporary

assignment to check some books or accounting procedures of an outfit over

Avenue. Lester LeBaron dresses.

The wife is flying in from Cleveland to identify the body.

It's going to be hard to explain to her.

Explain what? That this is just a routine Murphy game that went sour on

husband? Is that it?

I think it stinks.

I'll tell you why.

Because this blonde puts her money up front. And because the dive never saw

before, right?

Never saw her. But yet she knew the routine so perfectly that she was able

take a key off the hook without many even knowing about it.

Somebody, I'd say, had done some very thorough research on his project.

What else bothered you, Theo?

Wallet, watch, the ring, a few credit cards they forgot. Hey, Frank, that's

whole point of the Murphy game, isn't it? Greed?

But I want a rundown of Fletcher's last day, second by second. At his hotel, at

the clothing manufacturers.

I want to know if he was playing around, and if he was, with whom.

Also, how he found out about that side street bar.

We got a description from Claude Dean of the alleged prostitute.

Description? I can hear it now.

Blonde and cheap, honey.

Come on with your fatso. And what was the man with her? A tall dude in dark

clothes. That's terrific.

That means we've got to pick up almost everybody on the west side of 55th

Street. What about the whiskey bottle in Fletcher's pocket?

The lab feels that the bottle was sealed when it was smashed.

Uh -huh.

And the autopsy?

No alcohol in his bloodstream. Not much at all. So we've got a platinum blonde

nobody's ever seen before with a male accomplice working a fake Murphy game on

an out -of -towner.

We have a dead man.

And that's all we've got. Rizzo, were they able to lift any prints off their

wallet? Three partials, Lieutenant.

Small enough to be that of a woman's. Left hand.

But they weren't Claudine's. That's no help to us without a full set for

comparison.

I thought I asked you to find out what Fletcher was doing yesterday.

Every second.

So maybe it was just a Murphy game.

I mean, they get interrupted.

The victim doesn't have to be drinking. They don't get the credit cards, huh?

Maybe Fletcher was Casanova disguised as a bookkeeper.

The hooker, a jealous husband and drag.

Why go through the whole charade? Why not just knock him off in an alley?

Hey, Frank.

Suppose I said I thought he was hit.

Professionally.

A contract on a minor league out -of -town bookkeeper? Who says that's all he

is? You know, here we are looking at a botched -up Murphy game when I really

think what we have here is a well -planned, coordinated, cold -blooded

execution.

Come in.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher.

You told me you were the man investigating Colin.

Please, sit down.

They explained the circumstances of his death.

But I don't believe that Colin went up to that room with that woman for sex.

He wouldn't.

Not with a prostitute.

Give me an alternative.

All of me.

Just a couple of hours before they say he died.

Mm -hmm.

Told you from where?

That office where he worked.

Well, tell me, how did he seem?

Seem? You know, same as always. How's the kids? How's the weather? How's this?

He said he had an important appointment.

A very important appointment.

I guess he sounded... excited.

Mrs. Fletcher?

Are you keeping anything back from me?

Nothing, Lieutenant.

Nothing at all.

a break. I had the same conversation with you last week. It's the same dress,

the exact same dress, and there's a two -inch difference in the sleeves. What am

I supposed to do with that? Who can I send that to, huh? Excuse me. Excuse me,

I'm Detective Crockman Hatton South. This is Detective Saperstein.

Hi, how are you? And I am Rick Levine. Hi.

I guess it's about Fletcher's death, huh? Well, we'd like to talk to the

manager, uh, Mr. Adrian Marshall. Adrian Marshall. Well, Adrian Marshall no

longer has the key to the establishment.

It seems his relationship has been severed. What's your relationship with

LeBaron Dresses, Mr. Levine? Well, I work for Investment Securities

Incorporated. We manage the business.

Well, that's the same company Fletcher worked for. Right, except I worked for

New York, and he was hired out of Cleveland headquarters.

You know, I didn't meet him, so let's wait.

All right, if you don't mind, I'm a little confused about all this.

Who is Lester LeBaron?

Lester LeBaron is a rich playboy type kid who founded this organization three

years ago because he wanted to score with a lot of models.

Then he hires this hippie chick who creates a spring line that is dynamite.

mean absolute dynamite. The buyers couldn't believe it. They ordered left

right. Only LeBaron couldn't fill them.

Why not?

I just told you, he didn't know anything about the business.

I mean, he didn't have the right cloth, he didn't have the right cutters.

If I tell you that he could move 5 ,000 units a week out of here when each of

the big five wanted 5 ,000 units a week, you know what I'm talking about.

And it was then that our company stepped in. So that's how investment securities

got into the act, huh? They were looking for a place to put their money to work.

So they bought Lester LeBaron dresses.

Now, this guy in San Diego, Adrian Marshall, he convinces them he's the

that should operate Lester LeBaron.

He's slick.

He drew himself a top salary. He had them convinced that they could just sit

there in Cleveland and have the shackles just roll in.

Well? And nothing. The shackles rolled out. 2 .8 million last year.

So Marshall rips off investment securities for close to $3 million.

I wish I knew for sure.

I came in, I went over the books, I talked to Marshall. I was sure that man

absolutely ripping them off.

I mean, he charges private planes for business junkets and for pleasure.

Besides, he wants to fill the spring line in Los Angeles. What did he do? He

flies 75 buyers out there, plus his family.

And how long did management put up with this?

For over two years.

The guy was an incredible talker. He said he was building an image for the

company. I'd say he was building an image for himself.

He had a Rolls Royce, a Mercedes with color television, a Maserati Coupe.

How about a $95 ,000 wardrobe for his wife? Italian.

I told my employees, get an injunction, get that man out of here.

Oh, any criminal charges?

Well, we went to the U .S. Attorney's Office, showed him the evidence, and

said last week that we didn't have enough for a case against him.

So, he's in Long Island, doing no work and getting a lot of pay.

Collecting his pay?

Still? Sure.

He threatens a counter suit.

Defamation of character.

So he got a stalemate, except he's way ahead. Three more years at 200 ,000

first. And our victim, Mr. Fletcher.

What exactly was he doing for investment securities?

Well, he was doing everything I was doing, except with Fletcher it meant a

microscope. That guy kept his pencil sharp enough to draw blood.

These are things he was working on before he was killed?

Yeah, I guess so.

I see.

671 slash 30 slash 6801 slash 2 slash 30.

Well, what's this?

Beats me.

You're the detective. You figure it out. Now, wait a minute. Let me see that.

Last week, Fletcher was going through a ledger. And all of a sudden, he lets out

a long whistle like he suddenly found a naked chick pressed in between the

pages, you know?

Then he writes down the figures and puts it back in that lockbox.

Which ledger?

Who knows?

You got to understand that he was shuffling them around like he was

stud.

He told me that he knew Marshall was cooking the books and he was the boy who

was going to prove it.

Very, very self -righteous dude.

His wife said he called from here a couple hours before he was killed.

Said he had an appointment.

He say anything to you the night he was killed? Who it was with or anything like

that? No.

No, he never talked much.

Just did a lot of arithmetic.

Rehorse parlay?

Irish swoop stakes?

What is this?

Hey, Lieutenant, where are we going? Long Island.

I want to see that 96 ,000 banana wardrobe firsthand.

Malcolm Key, please.

Malcolm, this is Wilson.

I thought I'd better call you right away.

Thought you ought to know. They were in there with him a long time.

I'm Lieutenant Kojak to see Mr. Marshall. This is Detective Stavros.

please. Thank you.

My father will be with you in just a moment, all right?

How do you do?

I'm Lieutenant Kojak. This is Detective Stavros. Detective.

Good afternoon, Lieutenant.

What can I do for you?

Well, tell me about Colin Fletcher, Mr. Marshall.

I didn't know Fletcher personally. We never met face to face.

Do you mind if I smoke? Of course.

Thank you.

Mr. Marshall, you must have known that Fletcher was going through your books

looking for questionable transactions, you know, embezzlement, fraud.

It sure is elegant. There is absolutely no proof of those alleged crimes.

And the United States Attorney's Office apparently agrees.

I suggest you be careful what you say to me.

I'll take anyone into court who I think deserves it.

Court? I've already filed suit against investment securities.

I'm going to get back in control.

I didn't think there was very much left to control.

In my opinion, the company has a brilliant future.

Frankly, that's all I have to say for now. Lieutenant?

You know, I was down in the Virgin Islands. It was very nice.

Did you buy this down there?

No, we've never been to the Caribbean.

I can't remember where we picked that up. Hey, Stavros, how come you know so

much about the Caribbean?

I mean, why isn't it Tahiti?

Well, Lieutenant, it's very easy. Look, you see, there are no coral reefs, and

the waves break right down on the beach. That surely isn't the Pacific. Should I

be impressed, Detective?

Or are you just jumping to conclusions?

What about, say, the Andaman Islands?

Where's that?

Off the coast of India.

They're quite primitive.

Oh, well, I doubt if it's India, Mr. Marshall.

Well, why do you say that?

Well, what with people water skiing and all that.

Thanks for your time.

740, K. Respond to a list of a bar and dress company, 38th Street and 8th

Avenue. Relative to a path assault and possible kidnapping, K.

Right.

Rick Levine was just grabbed right off the street in broad daylight. This is

wife, and she saw them take him.

Did she help?

She can't even remember what they looked like. Just two big goons grabbed him

off, took him off in the car.

Levine snatched off the streets.

Fletcher snatched off the model call entirely.

You know, somebody hasty snooze from city investing.

And if I hadn't been with Mr. Marshall while this was happening, who knows what

naughty thoughts I'd be having about him right now. Yeah, well, I think this

guy, he has a connection, this Mr. Marshall.

All right, get some answers, okay?

Try to impress your superiors. Go ahead.

Now, you get in touch with City Investment in Cleveland.

Find out everything you can about Levine.

He's bonded, so he's got to be Prince.

I want a copy of Mr.

Marshall's prints, too, if they got him, and all the background they got on him.

Here, have the lab lift Mrs.

Marshall's prints from his ashtray, and try to get some sort of rundown on her

background, too.

How come? Well, what you said about the Caribbean made sense. That painting.

And the other souvenirs, probably from that area.

Only she makes a great big deal about never having been there.

Probably nothing to it.

But I got news for you. I'm curious.

Frank.

Look, I got to work for a living. What's your excuse for hanging around this

hall?

Just want $12 .50 downstairs.

Pinochle. Figure $1 .85 an hour. Hey, that's some moonlighting.

What is that arrangement?

It's my pizza warmer.

Here, have a piece.

Got any cream soda?

Pick a napkin under your chin and shed it.

Okay. What's wrong, Theo?

I told you I thought Fletcher was hit, right?

Professionally. Because the blonde who took him upstairs did a research on that

hotel in Bob Perfect.

And because he got hit a lot harder than any sap is going to hit anybody unless

he wants to kill him, right? He was meant to die.

Maybe he wasn't professional.

Maybe it was just a good job.

We run across a lot of slick amateurs.

Well, what about the two cool shoppies who shuffle bean off the streets in

midday with no commotion?

There's something very professional going on, Frank.

Where is Lester LeBaron in all of this?

He's in Europe.

Looking for new models?

Still, it's been confirmed.

Yeah.

Make anything of this?

It was in a lockbox in Fletcher's desk.

Somehow it was important to him. It's not a phone number. It's not a safe

combination. It's not an address.

Call Washington. It might be a numbered Swiss account.

I called four government agencies myself.

I don't like mysteries, right? So far, nobody's called back. Incidentally,

whatever happened to that FBI report we were supposed to get?

You didn't get that yet?

I didn't get it yet, no.

Let me sleep on my winnings. I'll follow up tomorrow for you.

Hey, Theo.

I love your pizza, Robin.

Yeah.

Lieutenant Kojak?

That's right. Who's this?

Just listen. I got people on the streets.

You got cops on the streets. So it's economized.

That's how we're gonna save the city, right?

Hey, it's too late, baby. We're already down to tubes.

It means we got something for each other. On this, it's a kidnap number

I'm in the bar at the corner of 7th and Broadway.

I'm waiting on you.

Who's that?

I don't know, Frank.

Whoever it was, has something to do with the Levine caper?

Can't pass it up, can I?

country living, Moe? Moe Pearl is dead. He died in Denimora.

Understand? My name is Jim Ryan.

I sell fixtures, hangers, racks.

Supplies in the district, eh?

Sure. Legitimate businessman, right?

Buy a thousand gross in my coat hangers or I'll break your arm, right?

Hey, you think what you want.

I can't stop you.

Now, this is causing me big trouble, this kidnapping.

This guy, uh, this guy Levine, he's nasty.

Kevin belongs to somebody else. Now, this somebody else figures I'm intruding

his territory.

Guys are calling me up, laying heavy numbers on me. We get to the point.

Hey, you got a high blood pressure?

No.

Talk nice to the captain.

Captain? Hey, I'm sorry.

Who knew?

Go on.

Anyhow, I asked around.

Find this book you saw to snatch.

Stood on the corner watching. Couldn't believe it.

You're lucky.

He keeps numbers in his head like you guys remember holidays.

And, uh, I got the license on a limo that drove off with that guy in it.

Hey, ain't you glad?

You might have been looking all over for witnesses, right?

So, I done you a favor.

Oh, you want something?

Don't put too big a price on it. Okay, you just get the word out. It wasn't me.

I never made a move east of Seventh Avenue in my life.

You got it.

149 CCU.

New York State.

Okay, we can call it from here. One problem, Kojak.

Look, you're gonna think I'm playing games with you. Now, why would I take

Mo? Well, I wanted to find out if this car belonged to my competition,

understand? He could have been setting me up for a capacity out of me. So I had

this friend, uh...

Check out the ownership for me.

And?

It's registered to an outfit called the Altamont Corporation.

It's a dummy corporation. Belongs to the Feds. The Feds? Yeah.

They got a couple of special strike forces.

Real heartbreakers. Hey, give you something good, huh? The Feds kidnapped

Levine? No wonder nobody in Washington is returning my calls.

Our victim's back and better rested than any of us. Who, Levine? Yeah,

apparently he got in at 10 o 'clock last night, came in the back way, saw a man

on stakeout, didn't pick it up.

And either he or his wife called us.

You get his fanny down here. I want to talk to him. On advice of counsel,

Lieutenant, Mr. Levine is not talking with any cops unless a warrant is issued

against him.

Advice of what counsel? He wouldn't say.

He referred me to a Malcolm Kane. Kane works for some federal agency.

Malcolm Kane.

That's what the man said.

Uh -huh.

That figures.

How have you been, Mel?

Fine, thank you. Come on, Jack.

Have you ever thought what would happen if the feds leaned on you real good?

Oh, you terrify me.

I've got to talk with one of my witnesses in a murder case.

That's murder, Mel.

And what do I find?

I find my man has been snatched on a public street in broad daylight by a

of your necktie salesmen.

And when he gets back home again, what?

He never heard of me.

Talk to Mel, he says.

So, here I am.

Rick Levine is under federal wraps.

End of explanation.

No questions, no answers. Period. And I do mean periods.

And now this is supposed to get me off my murder case, Mel?

I mean, this baffling development I'm supposed to somehow ignore?

Mm -hmm, baby.

You got me hooked on this case forever.

See you later, Mel.

Yes, Commissioner.

No, Commissioner.

You can rest assured, Commissioner.

Right.

Guess who that was?

Not what I know.

You are some detective.

About Fletcher's murder. We're instructed to limit our investigation to

channels. Report all names of suspects and witnesses to the chief of detectives

before we interrogate them.

In other words, a properly managed investigation.

Theo, who knows this whole Cucifredo, the real story?

Maybe Levine is CIA and Marshall is a Russian spy they've got under

Hey, with his background, nothing's impossible.

Why? Marshall's resume, as he supplied it to City Investing. High school,

college, first place of employment.

I called a few of these references.

Everybody gets very, very cagey when I ask for specifics.

One administrator remembered him at the high school here.

One dean remembered him at college.

Yeah, maybe.

Here's his marks. Not bad, either. It's just a transcript, Theo.

I called the person in charge of housing at the college.

He never had a room there.

You know why?

Because Marshall never even went to that college.

He's a paper man, Theo.

Paper, the wife, and the kids, too.

A paper man, huh?

And who phone is a background better than the feds?

Huh? Will you really go to suggest the Russians?

Theo. I've done enough research on my own to think that we better play this

the way we were told.

Well, you have, Frank. You've given me my instructions.

What you're going to follow?

Uh -huh.

You really want to know the answer to that?

No. All right, thanks.

Hey, Theo.

Look at those numbers you showed me that Fletcher wrote down.

Well, take a look at this.

My hero.

Now, what number is set up like this?

The one indispensable number you need to pay your taxes, to have a bank account,

to receive income from any... A Social Security number?

Ah, right.

Now, Fletcher runs across four Social Security numbers in sequence.

And somehow that's very special to him.

Now, you used to mess around with some girl in welfare, right? She must have a

pipeline into Social Security records.

You go make a date with her. Check these out. And do not make it an official

police request. Go.

You get the prints on Marshall?

Yes, sir. They came in this morning with his resume, but there's no arrest

record on him. Tell fingerprinting I want them run through Interpol. And

memo that request to any federal agency. And have them check their Caribbean

files for starters, okay?

Yes, sir.

I haven't heard a thing.

What have I had?

Why Interpol?

Because they're not under the thumb of some United States agency, Frank.

and because Marshall's house was filled with souvenirs from the Caribbean.

And maybe because Interpol can tell me if Mrs. Marshall's lying, which she

a big deal out of saying they've never been down there.

Such is good. That's very good. Tell me, Frank, how'd you come up with it?

I didn't. My niece Shannon did.

The eight -year -old? So?

Just takes after me.

Captain,

Lieutenant, checkpuck.

Father, mother, daughter, son in sequence.

Now, call me in, Kroger. How does the Marshall family get four Social Security

numbers in sequence?

By having them all issued at the same time. Which ain't possible, right?

Well, let's just say it takes about the heaviest cloud imaginable from Uncle

Sam. Which makes me think we'd better slow down.

Hey, Frank, are you kidding?

Slow down?

I got a woman without a husband, right?

Three kids without a father.

I'm not slowing down for his murderer, Frank.

Hey. Forget it.

Very serious charges, Theo.

Not charges, Evan. Questions.

For instance, why were no criminal charges filed against Adrian Marshall?

Because the complaint lodged by investment securities gave me nothing on

to base a true bill of indictment.

The line between mismanagement and embezzlement is not an easy one to fix.

Now, if it makes you feel any better, my own feeling was that Marshall probably

was guilty of misappropriating funds.

But, uh, proof.

Legal proof. They just didn't give me any.

So?

Your decision not to file was arrived at without pressure from any other federal

agency, right?

Pressure?

No. There were inquiries.

From Malcolm Kane?

I mean his people?

From Kane, yes.

I was able to tell him honestly. We just didn't have the evidence for a

conviction.

You think he would have pressured if we were ready to prosecute?

That's outrageous.

That's right, baby.

Now, there's a man, Levine.

I want to talk to him. Can you help?

You claim, Mr. Levine, you never talked with Malcolm Kane or any member of the

Federal Investigation Agency.

I understand it, Lieutenant. I'm not supposed to be here.

I mean, I wasn't kidnapped, right?

There is nothing I can say to help you.

Listen, Mr. Levine.

You're in the middle of something that neither one of us clearly understands.

That's the murder of Colin Fletcher.

A man pretty much like you.

I was told not to say anything.

That's all I know.

Okay.

I'll ask some questions.

You don't have to answer.

However, if you look toward that window over there, Maybe I'll take it to mean

yes. Okay.

Let's talk about Marshall.

You know him by any other name?

You know anything about his wife?

His family life?

Do you know the color of your eyes, Mr. Levine?

Or maybe Mama's name?

Or your own name, Mr. Levine?

I was told in the interest of national security. Mr. Levine, national security

begins right up here.

With brains you don't let other people scramble for you.

And murder doesn't happen to be in the best interest of this country, Mr.

Levine. Verste?

I'm sorry. Mr. Levine, why don't you go home? Thanks a lot.

Lieutenant. Lieutenant.

Interpol has a score for us on Adrian Marshall.

Thanks to a certain detective's perceptive observations about his

the Caribbean.

I'll buy you a blowfish lamp, okay? Don't worry. Go ahead.

Well, it seems that Interpol had some partial fingerprints on a syndicate

employee. A man who spoke Spanish, ran three mob -controlled casinos in the

Caribbean for them, and a man who just vanished, family and all, three years

ago. They know him as Ariano Merzica. We know him as Adrian Marshall.

My, my, my, my.

What the hell have we got here?

You're trying to tell me now that Adrian Marshall is really Ariano Merceca,

formerly casino manager for the mob?

Mm -hmm. Him and his whole family, they lived in Cuba.

Moved out after Castro to some of the other islands.

Yeah, Paul had their eye on him.

He went to Miami three, four years ago. Apparently got picked up by the IRS.

That's the last the four little Mercecas were ever seen by that name again.

Yeah, the IRS wiped out half the Miami mob on tax evasion charges about the

time. The Mercecas helped, no doubt.

Probably made a deal with him.

No identity, relocation. He probably went underground in San Diego and got

with some dull job.

Probably dug up some action for himself in New York, ripping off Lester

LeBaron's dresses.

You know, Fletcher stumbles on Marshall's phony Social Security

Figures Marshall had some sort of pull, probably a lot to hide.

Fletcher could have blackmailed him or maybe tried to sell the information to

the syndicate.

Fletcher? No, I doubt it.

I think he was a lot straighter than that. Well, if Fletcher was that

maybe he leveled with Marshall and demanded an explanation.

What about this appointment that Fletcher told his wife he had? The one

made him very excited.

So? A meeting with a flashy blonde?

That's exciting all by itself.

That lady was more than just flashy, baby.

She was smart.

She had good timing.

Cased the situation perfectly.

And Frank, guess who fits that description?

A lady who's handled a lot of ups and downs in her life like a very cool, cool

cookie cookie.

All right, check the prints found on Fletcher's wallet. Against the prints of

Mrs. Marshall we lifted from that ashtray. Mrs. Marshall?

Thank you.

Hello?

This is Kane with a problem.

You said that couldn't happen.

I said there's no reason why it should have happened. And it wouldn't have,

except for this investigation into Fletcher's death.

Talked to Levine yesterday.

I found out he had steered this Lieutenant Kojak onto some numbers that

had written down.

What Levine doesn't know is there's social security cards we ran through for

you. Anyway, Levine said it made him sort of suspicious.

Fletcher never got in touch with you about these numbers, did he? No, I never

met Fletcher in my life.

Tell me, Kane, how bad is our cover blown?

My men checked your place from time to time.

There's no sign of trouble yet.

Your men come out here?

What if they're followed?

Mr. Marshall, you've got other worries.

This Kojak has got something to work on now.

There's not much we can do to slow him down.

There's leaks in every police department.

I told you when you wouldn't stay in San Diego, we would cooperate on one more

move. Now the problem is yours.

I'm a man of action, Kane. I was dying out there.

furs, jewelry, everything. No.

If there's real danger, we don't want to waste one minute.

I'm sorry.

Sorry? Don't say that, Ariano.

We came from nowhere, you and me.

With nothing.

And we had 20 good years south of Miami.

And we'll have 20 more good ones somewhere else.

We tried our best.

Or I should say our worst.

Killing Fletcher.

It was a mistake.

The children at school.

My jewelry's in the safe with the cash.

That's right.

Mr. and Mrs. Arellano Merzica.

You better include the name Adrian Marshall on the warrant, too.

As soon as possible. We'll come by and pick it up. Right.

Frank.

Mrs. Marshall's prints were found on Fletcher's wallet. We're getting a

heading out of his house right now.

You think a warrant with Marshall's name on it could get back to Kane, who might

warn Marshall?

You could be right.

We'll pick up Kane.

Tell him we've got to talk.

We've got him with us. He can't get too far ahead of us, can he?

Get Kane on the phone for the captain.

There he is now.

Go, Jack.

What's this all about and where are we going?

Get in, Mal. It's important.

So? So, we're arresting Mr. and Mrs. Masika.

Why? Because you know their real identity?

Stay away, Kojak.

Stay away from Fletcher's murderers.

No way, baby. Come on. Hey, Lieutenant!

We got the warrant!

Get in the other car.

Right.

You know, we put Mrs. Marshall in a platinum wig.

Try it on a lineup, see if Claudine the Dream recognizes her.

Paul's a hunk.

Other people are not far.

Why would the one that killed Fletcher?

And why go through this whole hooker masquerade?

Well, I don't know for sure, Mal.

But if I don't try and find the answers, you're certainly not going to help, are

you? You think I'm a real hard -nosed bum, don't you?

Then I don't cooperate, right?

How would you like to go around knowing that... One slip you make will cost the

family their lives.

If anything happens to Marshall and his family once you blow their cover, then

their lives are on your conscience, Kojak.

And thank God there's a few left on mine.

back with Stavros.

Marshal, anybody?

You can't get used to this.

Oh, my God.

Theo.

Yeah.

It was quick.

I know.

They made me watch.

Mrs. Masika, can you make any identifications?

Marshall.

Our name is Marshall.

My children.

I don't want them coming here.

I'm sorry.

I don't think this is the fault of anyone here.

Of course it is.

It's his fault and it's hers.

You pay your money and you take your chances, right?

Only that wasn't really fair for Fletcher, was it? He wanted money, like

everyone else.

We said we'd have to meet him someplace where we wouldn't be recognized.

Crocker, help the lady outside.

We sent up four syndicate hooligans, thanks to him.

Yeah, for how long?

17 months was the longest.

This is not an easy job for you.

It's not easy for anybody, Mel.

Just gotta keep trying.

Tonight at 8, their friendship may have only existed for a short while, but it's

already in trouble. The ladies of letters kick off an almighty row tonight

We've lined up an hour of classic British comedy here next, though. On the

Buttons is on the way, followed by Rising Damp at 11 .25.