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What are you doing here?

Harry, go on home.

No, I'm all right.

I want to work.

Got some things to finish up.

I'm sorry, Harry.

The war is over for years, and now it kills your son. It's not fair.

At least he's out of pain now.

So, what's new?

We need a qualitative on this heroin seizure.

The officer's waiting, huh?

Biscuit Sons, Catriez.

Is this your idea of a stalking horse for our spring line?

I couldn't peddle a piece of junk to a wall I'd have originated.

Redo him.

Dad, pick up line two.

Look, David, I'm busy. Get the number, tell him I'll call him back.

It's a Mr. Sentman.

He says it's urgent.

Hello, Harry. Long time no see. I buried my son today, Mr. Fiske.

Yeah, I heard.

You have my sympathy. It was God's punishment, Mr. Fisk, for what we did to

policeman. Harry, I understand. I've got a couple of sons of my own, but... I

can't live with it, Mr. Fisk. Not anymore.

When Martin was alive, there was a reason.

That's what I told myself.

But now... I've got to do something, Mr. Fisk.

I've got to make things right again.

Sure, sure. But listen.

Why don't we meet and talk it over first, huh?

You owe me that much.

I get off at six.

Six, why don't we make it seven at the Bloody Mary? You know where that is?

Corner 28 at Broadway.

Yeah, I'll meet you there.

Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it. You'll take care of it?

You're taking care of it properly in the first place. We wouldn't be in this

mess. How could I know his son would die?

You should have known. You should have anticipated it. There must have been

other ways to go. Safer ways.

Well, you were in a hurry, remember?

I'll need some money.

See you, brother. I don't want to hear about it. It could cost a lot of money.

What am I to tell Dan?

What you always tell him. You took a bad look at the track.

Now go on.

Did you ever get a tune stuck in your head? Won't go away?

That's how this is with me.

I try to think of something else, put it out of my thoughts. It's no use.

You're upset.

There's $10 ,000 in here. It's yours.

Take a vacation.

Has he had a vacation?

No. An innocent man, two years behind bars because of me. Mr. Sentman, you

the truth.

You'll be behind bars.

At least I'll sleep nights.

You go to prison. My father goes to prison. I go.

I don't have to bring him into it. Or you.

It's my conscience I'm worried about.

They'll make you talk.

You're an old man.

Mr. Sentman, please, take the money.

I took the money once.

Never again.

Excuse me.

I want to see Mr.

Fiorello. It's about his son.

There's something very important I have to tell him.

Vino Fiorello? The old man went bankrupt over a year ago.

Got no idea where he is now.

Bankrupt? Lawyers for his Joey.

Give me a couple of shots from each end of the block, okay?

Beautiful. And there's no witnesses on this. You got us some witnesses?

We're holding some.

I just walked away from a table that promised a lot of Greek goodies. This

better be dynamite, Gomez.

I think maybe it is.

First off, this wasn't a simple hit and run. It was deliberate, according to

witnesses.

Now, we got some tire tracks where the car jumped the curb. And we also got

pretty fair tread design.

There's a solo act you're doing great. So what do you need from my life? A

little love. The victim's name is Sentman. Does it ring a bell?

Harry Sentman? I can't hear you.

St. Paul's Port, who?

Testimony sent your buddy up.

Under the circumstances, I thought maybe you'd like to be in on this from the

start.

Under the circumstances?

Sentman.

Was looking for Joy Fiorello's father.

Oh, Lieutenant, this is Mrs. Villa -Borghi. She was talking to the victim

he was run down.

He came asking for Vino, and he said he had something important to tell him. He

say what, Mrs. Villa -Borghi?

Well, it had to do with Vino's son, Joey.

Great.

Great. You see what it says here?

Huh? Suspicious circumstances.

They got a description of the car, eyewitnesses, everything but an

picture. This is the way you take care of things? You said you didn't want to

hear about it. Well, I'm hearing about it now, aren't I? Thanks to you, it's

being served up to the entire city with a cornflakes. Where'd you get this bum

from, from the Yellow Pages?

$10 ,000.

$10 ,000. You could have bought Albert Anastasia. I don't know, Mr.

Anastasia.

Out of my limited circle of acquaintances, I took who I could get.

I'm sorry if you think I let you down.

So what else is new?

I close one door and you open the next.

It's like a chain letter already.

You should have done it yourself.

You should have tied a rock around his neck and thrown him in the Hudson. Could

you do that? Yes, I could. If my father told me to, you bet your life I would.

He was a nice old man. All he wanted was a decent night's sleep. A decent

night's sleep?

What's your brother, chopped liver?

Are you forgetting who we did this for and why?

No, Father, I'm not forgetting that. You're forgetting your brother will

walk again for the rest of his life.

Morning.

I'm not forgetting that.

Good morning, sleepyhead.

Ah, he stays up three in the morning watching Alice Faye movies, huh?

Dummy, you can't get into your head the lady's married?

Maybe I dig unrequited love.

Unrequited love?

For a grandmother?

Well, if you're looking for unrequited, what's wrong with Raquel Welch?

Huh?

Hey, guess what? The Celtics are in town.

Got us a couple of tickets right behind the next bench, huh?

After that, we fall into the palm for a little lobster and a home prize.

How's that, Sonny, huh?

As long as I'm in bed by 11 .30, it's Paul Ed Goddard. Oh, Paul Ed Goddard,

Next thing you know, you'll be writing mash notes to Gloria Swanson.

Hey, you gonna dawdle over that coffee all morning?

Business isn't shaking up. You got to pioneer the four -hour workday.

I'll see you later at the Rockpile, kid.

Yeah, I don't want to hear you miss your subway connection, either.

And when you keep your nose in the racing form, get yourself a seeing -eye

Perhaps it makes, huh?

Couldn't you have gotten three tickets?

Oh, your brother Max doesn't like contact sports?

I'm not hitting the exacto. That's all he cares about.

All right, a settlement comes looking for Joey's pop.

Five minutes later, he's a traffic fatality. Are you trying to tell me that

don't make two?

I don't know what it'd make.

I don't know that much about Fiorello's conviction to begin with.

Yeah, well, Joey was working narcotics, right? He got lucky.

He colored a sailor who'd smuggled a pound of heroin.

Seven did the lab analysis.

Eighty -seven percent pure.

So what went wrong?

When the case came to trial, the defense attorney demanded another analysis.

This time it turned out to be nothing but milk sugar.

They found most of the smack in Joey's apartment, along with 5 ,000 cash.

Badger eye, he's off the force and in a slammer. What was Fiorello's story?

Huh. There's somebody in the lab where the property department made the switch.

They planted the statue, and it's fair to frame them.

Remember why I framed them?

Nobody had an answer for that.

And internal affairs cleared Thantman and anybody else who ever went near the

evidence. It was a straight arrow, Frank.

I'm even not the greatest piece of work who ever pinned on the tin, but I liked

him. I've trusted him with my life.

An arc in the joint.

Innocent or guilty, everybody's going to be after a piece of him.

Lieutenant, we're locked out. Aye, Captain.

That tread design paid off. Out of 2 ,000 tires, special duty, only one

on the island, variety, rent -a -car.

Okay, run it down. You're talking about 500 cars, boss, on a weekend.

You caught this one, Junior?

You turned up a lead? It takes 500 rent -a -cars? You check out 500 rent -a

-cars, okay? Okay, okay.

That's good.

You run down on a Vixen, Skipper.

Harold Thurman, a widower, employed at NYPD 28 years.

Outstanding personnel package. Not a pimple. Not an ingrown hair.

Son of a war hero.

He buried the kid yesterday.

Not another homicide.

Well, sort of.

He was wounded in Vietnam three years ago, and he's been an outpatient at the

Oakview Hospital ever since.

And that's where he finally tucked it in.

You know someone implants his boy in the AM?

Comes nightfall, a cruising rent -a -car makes it a doubleheader.

Hey, I don't need a pocket calculator to compute those odds.

All right, come on, Curly.

Wax your skis.

Where are we going?

I'm signing you up for Medicare.

Here's what I have, Lieutenant.

Martin Sintland, 26, shrapnel wounds.

Well, why was he here, Doctor? Why not a veteran's hospital?

Overflow. We have a contract with the VA.

Hundreds of our patients are contract referrals.

During the past three years, Martin's been in and out of here a dozen times.

The cause of death?

A small particle of shrapnel in an inoperable location dislodged and

through the heart.

It was always a possibility, Lieutenant.

What's this, Dr. Sullivan?

Alkaloids in the blood test?

As far as confidential.

You had a drug addict, didn't you, Doctor?

I'm sorry, gentlemen. I'm very busy.

I can always get a court order and exhume the body.

The cause of death was just as I said.

We gave them our youth, and we got us back a legion of junkies.

You're not saying you were supplying them? I'm saying Martin Senneman had a

monkey the size of King Kong.

Somebody was feeding it, don't ask me who.

Pathologically, he died two days ago as a result of wounds sustained during

combat action.

But if you want a non -medical opinion, Martin was already dead when they

shipped him home from Vietnam.

Oh. Stuntman's kid was a junkie.

Maybe his old man was boosting horseball from the police lab. No way. They were

not as down there like clockwork.

Well, how else to have it that big?

How's Stuntman going to keep it happy in his take -home? You ask good questions,

Tiny. You got any good answers?

Dr. Rainey? Dr. Rainey? Please report to X -Ray.

Dr. Rainey? Dr. Rainey? Well, now.

What do we have here?

Mario Nellis working for a hospital.

That's pretty weird, huh? Like Mary West teaching kindergarten.

Murray. Hey, Nellis.

You've done pretty well, Murray.

You ought to try out for the Olympics.

A little bug.

To keep your streets clean.

It ain't enough. These kids have already been to hell.

You've got to pay them a return ticket, right?

Well, take a look.

Possession with intent.

You know something? When you're a yellow sheet, you're staring at 15 semesters,

turkey.

And the shape you're in?

You will live to crown the first homecoming queen.

Suppose I wanted a couple plea.

You give me a walk away?

Well, not if you give me Marty Bowman. Let's face it, Murray.

You're gonna draw time on this one.

Hard or soft, then you call the shots.

I belch.

You guarantee me the farm? You matriculated Greenhaven, rubbing elbows

white collars. Okay.

Sentman, he's in on a scholarship.

See, it's weird, I know, but that's the way she rides. Whatever Marty wants,

give it to him. Those are my instructions.

Well, him being a heavyweight hitter, what he wants ends up to be about a C

-note a day. You're telling us he was sponsored, and his pappy wasn't picking

the tab? I didn't even know he had a pappy. I didn't even know he had a

If he didn't have a pappy, then who, huh? Beats me.

Look. Once a week, I get an envelope in the mail. No name, no return address,

just 1 ,000 balloons.

Whatever Marty don't shoot, it's mine, the pocket. You expect us to swallow

that, right?

Somebody had it pasted together, you didn't? Yeah, three years ago. I don't

a set of books.

Hey, if you heard the name again, would you remember?

Yeah, I might.

Sure, why not?

You, uh, got a name to lay on me? Not yet, but I'll know where to find you.

we do, okay, book him. Come on, Schwing, let's go.

You believe that? You're kidding.

Only a spaced -out acid freak would invent a story like that.

Besides,

it's the first thing you said that's made any sense.

Sense?

All right, put yourself in Harry Sandman's shoes.

A war hero for a son.

Would you want it getting out that the kid's a junkie? But four Gs a month,

Frank? Where's Harry going to promote that kind of loot?

Except he did. In three years, over 150 Ks got into Marty's veins.

Three years, Frank. It was three years ago that Joey Fiorella went on trial.

So who's the anonymous sponsor?

Whoever wanted Joey framed.

I buy that.

Then unexpectedly, the kid dies.

Suddenly, Sentman doesn't need his benefactor anymore, and he decides to

terms with his conscience.

Mike, would you do me a favor?

Call the DA's office.

Have them pull the package on the Fiorello trial.

And tell Saperstein I want Sentman's pad turned inside out, okay? When I get

back, I expect a complete inventory.

Okay. Where will you be in the meantime?

Visiting a friend in Attica.

That's where you greet a long -lost friend, Joey?

Hey, all my friends are long -lost. Come on.

It's me, okay?

Mr. Lieutenant, have you moved up another notch?

What, making myself do a desk job? Come on.

I'd rather pound a beat. How you doing, kid?

Oh, great.

Plenty of fresh air and sunshine.

Four -star cuisine dance every Saturday night. It's a regular holiday cruise.

I couldn't see that.

Oh, merit badges.

The most popular kid on the block.

Between the screws and the odd birds, I can hardly find a minute to myself.

You should have stopped by a couple of weeks ago. You could have visited me in

the infirmary. One of my loyal fans gave me six inches of rusty steel as a token

of his esteem. Maybe I could help to chase that.

How? I'm going to con the warden into sticking me in solitary.

I told you about your case, Joey. Hey, something's shaking.

Harry Semmon?

He snuffed himself last night.

It turns out his kid is mainlining.

We nailed the pushover. Murray Ornelas.

Right, honey flags?

I know the name of Dimebag. I never figured in a bust of mine so.

So, I'm just getting started.

Yeah, but it's obvious, ain't it? It's what I've been saying all along. I was

set up. Now we know who.

Who, yeah.

But what we don't know is why.

Motive, Joey.

Come on.

Something was the means. He wasn't the man.

Some other clown put this act together.

I've gone over ten million times in my head. What else have I got to think

about? Theo, they found the junk in my house. I had bill collectors. I had a

mortgage squeezing me. Hospital bills. I had the motive, all right, but who had

the motive to frame me?

I gave the shoe flies every name I could scratch off.

Bubkiss! They missed on Simmons, maybe they missed someplace else.

Hey, look, someone went to a lot of trouble to send you up here and popped

an awful lot of green to keep you here.

Unless Murray's handing us a line.

It's cost 150 big ones for this paint job.

My whole career, I never dropped a net on anybody who could ante up that kind

jack without knocking over a bank first.

Anyhow, where's the percentage?

For 30 grand, he could have imported a cannon from Detroit and dunked my donut

permanent. Maybe they don't want you dead.

Maybe they just want you twisting in the wind.

That's so they got their money's worth.

My wife divorced me.

My kid changed his name.

My old man used to be at sea on every visiting day.

Now we don't even write.

Whoever zapped me, he wanted to smash my life. He did a great job of it.

Enjoy.

Uh, Reno, he sold the store. He moved away.

What? He had to. He went bankrupt.

Maybe that's why you haven't heard from him.

Economy.

Those lawyers, all those appeals.

I told him he was wasting his time.

That store was his whole life.

Theo find him.

See if he's okay.

You got it, baby.

Hey, with any kind of luck, maybe we can do a lot more, huh?

Hey, Max.

You okay, Max? Never better. Why? I know it's none of my business, and

personally, I couldn't care less. But?

Well, I'm the bookkeeper.

And every week, a thousand or so, and now ten thousand. Like it's petty cash

we're running out of postage stamps. And Dad doesn't even whimper.

Something's going on, Max. I can feel it.

Uh, yeah.

What?

I don't know.

There's more involved in the vicissitudes of off -track betting.

I mean, brother, if you're in some kind of trouble... Relax, kid.

I've turned over a new leaf. You've okayed my last gambling debt. I mean it.

This can send couturiers.

Yeah, just a moment.

You know an Augie, Matthews?

What can I do for you, Mr. Matthews? You didn't tell me the bullseye was on a

pee -pee. A little nebbish. Wouldn't even cause a ripple, that's what you

Well, baby, it's warm outside.

And I got a spring for an asbestos overcoat, you dig? You're saying, Mr.

Matthews, that due to unforeseen circumstances, the cost factor is...

The 50 ,000, cousin.

And I want it in my bread box before Johnny Carson gets warmed up. You know

address. And if it ain't here, I'm springing for a dime.

No, that won't be necessary, Mr. Matthews.

I'm sure we can deliver.

Max.

Keep it in idle, Covington.

Hope. brings eternal.

What was that all about?

I realize you prefer not to hear about it, but there comes a time when the

beeswax runs out. I just had a call from the person who was supposed to deal

with the sentiment problem. He's putting in for social security.

How much?

Fifty now.

I seriously doubt if it'll stop at that.

Of course, we could always give him a piece of the business.

Fisk. And accomplices... What business?

$50 ,000.

Cash.

Either way you look at it, I'll be back behind a pushcart on Picken Avenue.

Unless maybe I... liquidate those bonds your mama left for you and Dan.

Oh, no.

There's a cheaper way.

Look, I'm not looking for cheaper.

I'm looking for absolute.

It's absolute, all right.

Did you ever stop to think, Father?

If it had been me in that wheelchair instead of Dan, none of this would have

ever happened.

Hey, Lieutenant.

How do you... Do you know how to spell egregious?

Aguador. Five dollars across the board, egregious.

Yeah, hey, look.

I promised to locate somebody for a pal. Name's Vino Fiorello.

Last known address, 187 Mulberry Street.

Make me look good. Would you agree to this?

Look, uh, how'd we do with Sentman's pad?

He wanted to see his personal effects, so I left him on the desk. But we still

haven't been able to counter his movements between the time he knocked

and the killing. I asked for the package on the Joey Fiorello case. Come in

here. Well, sort of.

What's that supposed to mean?

Hmm? If it ain't my favorite shoe fly.

Um... How's the headhunting business, Hank?

I understand you're poking into the Fiorello case.

That could upset a lot of people downtown, Kojak.

It's taken us two years to neutralize the stink of that bucket of worms.

I mean, there's no need to stir up front -page publicity on a rogue cop all over

again. It's part of a homicide investigation. I'm one of our own,

You suggesting I should drop that? No, no, no, no, no. Just stay on your side

the line. If the Fiorello case gets reopened, then Internal Affairs runs the

action. Uh -huh. Well, look, we got a knock, Chemist Iced.

And before he shuffles off this mortal call, he'll try to visit Joey's father.

Now, I think it's important we touch every base, especially the original

Fiorello investigation.

I handle the original investigation, Kojak. No base, one untouched. Are you

under the impression I get a bonus for every cop I bag?

You think it gives me some kind of cheap thrill?

I checked every piece of evidence, just as though it were a litmus test.

Where there was a hole, I plugged it. If Fiorello wanted questions asked, I saw

that they were answered. If he had been the commissioner's nephew, he couldn't

have gotten a fairer shake.

I covered that case from every conceivable angle, and he was dirty. You

understand? Dirty. The case was airtight.

Was it? Yes.

The DA thought so.

So did the grand jury.

So did the review board.

So did the appellate courts.

If I didn't think he was guilty, you'd think I could sleep nights.

A lot better than Joey Fiorello.

And then there's the man in the stir. That's heavy enough, isn't it?

but an innocent man who happens to be an ex -cop.

You know what that means, Rousseau?

It's a miracle he survived two years.

And that's why I'm digging, because I have reason to believe Joey's completely

innocent. What reason? Something your airtight investigation failed to turn

Sentence, kid?

On a needle.

Three years running, an unidentified philanthropist forked over a grand a

to keep Sonny Boy floating on a nonstop high.

So how'd you sleep tonight, Hank?

Maybe it was just a coincidence.

Yeah, and my father was a Turk.

Well, what about it?

You gonna release the FIRO file on me? Okay.

You'll have it within the hour.

Good luck.

Is there anything I can do? Sure, I know.

You give it the old litmus test.

Uh, Saperstein? Yeah.

This was found on the victim's person?

Mm -hmm.

Kinky, ain't it?

Well, check it out, Toots. This could be the lead we're looking for. Right.

Wait till next time, Steve.

Lieutenant, this is Mr.

Marshall from Variety. Rent the car. Oh, yes. You mind if I smoke?

Yeah. With your chair for the lady, Gomez.

Okay.

Now, just tell the lieutenant what you told me, Cindy, huh? In your own words.

I didn't know it was so serious. I just thought the company might be checking

something. That's why I didn't say anything.

Murder. That's an entirely different matter, isn't it?

We'd like to think so. If you'll just translate all that for me, maybe we can

get someplace.

This man, Smith, he brought the car back in with a damaged right front fender.

And he asked me not to say anything because he said he had too many

his record. It wasn't a very big dent, so I just wrote down that we did it.

Parking or something.

He asked, you agreed, and da -da, like that. Well, not exactly.

He gave me this card.

He said I could get all the clothes I wanted. 60 % off. 60 % off.

I can get it for you also.

That's Fisk & Sons Couturiers.

Um, you get Mr. Smith's address?

Phony is his name.

Well, then, Detective Gomez, I suggest you escort our star witness out into the

squad room and parade her past the 52 file. Just maybe, if the guards are

sympathetic, she'll come out with a face for Mr. Smith.

Explain this, Marshal.

Fiskin, son?

Yes. Third floor. Use the stairs. The elevator takes forever.

Thanks.

Well, I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

Well, the suspect gave the lady your card, Mr. Fiskin. Look, Lieutenant, let

tell you something.

In this business, everybody's got an angle.

Look, some guy looking to score uses my card to score points with some chicky. I

mean, I got no control over that, Lieutenant.

Well, who passed out the cards beside yourself?

Your son, for instance?

Well, anybody. Anybody who comes into the place. There's a whole box full out

the counter.

Just grab a handful. I'd really like to help you, but I'm afraid I don't know

you, Mr. Smith.

All right. Do me a favor, won't you?

Keep an eye open for anybody who fits that description. In case he comes in

grabs another handful of cards.

Okay, I'll do that.

Um, one of your sons?

He has. My youngest, Danny.

He was an all -city guard his junior year in high school.

He was on the team of Columbia that swept the Ivy League. No kidding.

Surprised he didn't turn pro. He must have had offers.

Does he have offers? Why, he'd have been snapped up like that in a pro draft.

He also had an accident.

Well, basketball loses a superstar, I gain a business partner.

That a boy.

Lieutenant.

Me and Rizzo located Zeno Fiorello for you. He's in a nursing home on a low

-race side. Oh, yeah. See this joint? It's a breeding ground for cockroaches.

You can stick a wrangler thing in there. It wouldn't make it through the week.

Get him out of there.

Sure, how?

You call Captain Russo at IAD.

And you tell him he wants to help Joey? You get him to give his old man some

decent care and treatment. Go ahead.

Okay, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant, we got him.

We ID'd Mr. Smith.

Augie Matthews.

How sweet it is.

You got the money?

No.

No? What do you mean, no?

You're too rich for my blood, Augie.

You gotta be kidding.

You gonna kill me, huh? That's the general idea, Augie.

One shot fired, but at whom, pray tell, and did it find its target?

Ogie the dilettante eternal dabble a little bit of this, a little bit of

and razzle dazzle on like that.

Just so long as it's illegal, numbers, prostitution, labor, racketeering, dope,

etc. Oh, that name that Murray Ornelas couldn't remember.

The jock who certified the Marty Simmons scholarship three years ago? Well, you

bet it was the dear departed.

Oh, we can always ask, huh?

And indeed we shall.

What's that?

Ten grand and hundred dollar bills tucked in the top of that drawer there.

The going race for narcotics chemists.

Poor old Simon, even in death he flies economy class.

All right, I don't suppose you'll turn up anything but run these serial numbers

past the banks.

Lieutenant, you're going to like this.

Well, I haven't liked anything so far.

I found traces of blood in the elevator across the lobby. You can pin a

posthumous marksman medal on little Augie. So we know our perpetrator spung

leak? You're going to need professional attention. Alert to every emergency

hospital, okay?

And you might start canvassing the taxi pleats as well.

Wherever he went from here, chances are he's left a trail of blood.

I was tossed in the closet, you know, looking for clues.

And in the pocket of one of the jackets, guess what I found?

Oh.

Just what I've always wanted.

A matching set.

Okay, Saperstein, you're a jewel.

Did you check the massage parlor? I did, yeah.

They swore up and down that Harry sent the numbers I put in the joint.

You know something? I believe them.

Oh, he didn't pick this up at Lake Girls. He got it at the same place that

Sampin did. Right on the street.

I want you to picture this.

Sampin's ambling along.

His mind on his son's funeral, maybe. Or the fact that he's got to locate Vino

Fiorello. Make things right for Joey, right? Some sidewalk huckster shoves

into Harry's hand, doesn't even glance at it, just thrusts it absentmindedly in

his pocket, and he strolls on.

Augie!

That's a different proposition.

Knowing him, he hangs on to this because he's got big eyes. You know, to visit

the massage parlor once he's helped old Harry into the next world.

So we determine where the huckster passed these handbills out, and maybe we

put together what Stendman did with himself between the hour and a half that

split from the job and turned up in the village, right?

Oh, you just read my mind.

Well mine trying to be coming home I think we wait dinner for you forever

Forget Dr. Fleischer. No, no, not just.

But he's bleeding.

Danny, you got to trust me, please.

And there are reasons.

Go to the medicine chest. Get me some absorbent cotton.

Hide down alcohol and some gloss tape. He could die, couldn't he? Danny,

would you go?

what we got here.

99 .1.

That's practically normal.

Looks like you're gonna make it through the night.

I never doubted it.

No?

Well, I didn't.

You know, I'd rather spend the rest of my life cutting Harris Tweed with a

manicure scissors than go through this again.

It's done, Papa.

And nobody saw you?

I was very careful.

Thanks, son.

It's all in a day's work, huh, Pa?

Hey, Dad.

It's after 2 o 'clock. I'll take over.

Look, I don't want you overtaxing your brother.

Now, he's too ugly to die, but that doesn't mean I want him hanging around

house for the next six weeks recuperating either. Huh?

Okay. Good night.

Are you going to give up Alex Faye to sit with me?

Never. Jane Frazee, maybe.

On the 11 o 'clock news, there was a report about a gangster who was gunned

in his apartment.

The guy that called you this afternoon, his name was Matthews, wasn't it?

Madden.

Arnie Madden.

Hey, kid.

I'm kind of out of it.

Tell me about Sandy's pride.

What do you mean? I mean a three -year -old out of Noblesse Oblige. Tell me

about her, Max.

That's one bang tale I don't know.

Don't know Sandy's pride?

Took the Belmont stakes.

What about, uh, Dopey Jean?

Rebecca's pride? Harry Krishna?

Who rode Jingle Jack in the Preakness?

Who was the last filly to take the Triple Crown?

You don't know, do you?

Do you, Max?

The big better, the grander weak man.

You wouldn't know a furlong from a furbelow.

No, wait, I take that back.

Being in the trade, you'd at least know a furball.

What do you want from me, kid? I want the truth.

That's one thing I can't give you.

Having murdered to suppress it.

You're right, kid.

It was Matthews.

I mean, this is a chump who was with Sentman at the Bloody Mary.

Now, according to the rummy out there, he says that when they went their

separate ways, the suspect goes over to this car, parked out front, hands the

driver an envelope or something, the car takes off.

Augie Matthews? That's what he said, Captain.

I've never seen his face someplace before, but I'd be damned if I didn't

where. I'll tell you, he's not in our 52 file. I mean, I had witnesses go

through it end to end before I even put him together with the sketch artist out

there. The bartender didn't know him.

Says he never set eyes on him before. What about Sentman? Same deal. Total

stranger. You know, a thousand bars to choose from. Why there?

Well, you have to meet him someplace, Lieutenant.

Hey, that's an answer, not an explanation.

Anything else, Gomez?

Oh, Saperstein located the cabbie who took Sentman to the village. Nothing

there. Oh, almost forgot.

We got confirmation from Arnelis that Augie Matthews was the go -between who

duked in Martin Sentman's sponsor.

You been able to get a line on that bundle you picked up at Augie's

Clean money, Frank. Clean, clean money.

Now, either the killer knows where to get it washed, or he's up to his fanny

lose cash.

I should have that problem.

So where are we?

How does, uh, know where it's at?

Don't have a clue as to who blew Augie away, who put the package together to

begin with, the motive behind it all, or where and how Matthews' killer got his

wound attended to last night. The more I think about it, the more I'm convinced

of Joey Fiorello.

He's got the key.

Somewhere buried in that memory bag is. There's the answer. He just doesn't know

he has it.

I don't know where I saw this take you. Gomez.

A few years back, Orgy Matthews. He was with the Union Goon Squad.

Yeah. You find out if that Goon Squad ever worked the garment district.

You got it.

You shouldn't have come in today. You should be home in bed.

The penalty one pays for being blessed with robust health.

I never missed work a day in my life.

If I stay out, there's bound to be questions.

He's right, Dan. It's got to look like nothing's happened.

The whole family on display, as always.

I heard it's essential.

Let's go.

Pardon. Have I never seen him before? Why? Who is he?

Hey, if I knew that, Polly, I could have saved myself a trip up here. He's

implicated in the settlement here. That much we're sure of.

Aaron run a main man, partner in crime, zapper dapper like that. Your guess is

as good as mine.

Harry, Simon, Murray, Onelis, Augie, Matthews, names, names. That's all they

to me, just names. And now this one.

It's going to be a cast of thousand. I can't even start to figure out what one

of them has got to do with me. Let's try one more on for size.

Just for the hell of it.

You know, even in a rig game, they let the mark win at least one hand.

You ready?

Aaron Fisk. I'll give you butterflies. What does it do for you? Fisk?

Nothing.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I take that back. There was a Fisk, but his

wasn't Aaron.

All right. Tell me about it. Maybe we'll find a connection.

It was years ago.

I can't.

I can't put my hands on it.

Why can't I think of anything?

Easy, Joey.

No press.

He'll come to you. We'll talk about something else. We'll talk about broads

something. Get your mind open, okay?

Uh... Hello.

We located your pup.

Oh, hey, that's terrific.

How is he? Is he all right? Suffered a mild heart attack, but he's doing fine

now. Rested up in a fancy convalescent home out on Long Island.

Last I heard, he was pinching every fan he could lay his hands on.

Oh, that's terrific, Theo. Just terrific. I don't know how I'm ever to

you. Not me.

You thank Captain Rousseau.

Rousseau? The shoe flyer who put me here?

Joey, you got a lot of friends.

More than you even know.

Those men in my squad never heard of you until a couple of days ago. Working

around the clock, busting their tails to spring you.

Hey, I didn't realize. I had no idea.

Dan. What? Dan. That was his name. Dan Fisk.

It was about, uh, maybe, uh...

Close to four years ago, I was closing in for a drug bust. The suspect grabbed

set of wheels and took off on me. I gave pursuit.

The suspect ran through a red light and told us a sports car just approaching

the intersection.

College kid. Dan Fisk. He was the driver.

We'll talk.

Do you have any contact with him or his father after the accident?

Accident investigation squad detail followed up.

I tried to visit the kid in the hospital, but the old man put the stop

felt awful, of course, but what could I do? Those things happen sometimes. It

was a lousy break. Sure, but it wasn't my fault.

Yeah? That's not how Dan Fisk's old man sees it. You mean over a thing like

that? Over a thing like that. Two men are dead. A marriage wrecked. The cop's

career shot down in flames.

You're all told it's some enchilada, baby.

Joey.

Now get your shield back.

I mean, if that's the way you want it. If you still give it there.

And, uh, the PBA.

Well, we'll see to it that you receive every dime that's coming to you in the

way of back pay, okay?

That ain't enough.

Yeah, I know.

What can I tell you?

Not even God can give you back the past three years.

I'm going for a date.

Can I get you anything?

Well, what could it hurt?

Bring me back a prune whip and maybe a vanilla shake, give or take two scoops.

You've got it, sonny.

Hey, Mac.

You okay?

Such a warrior, my kid brother. Am I okay?

On a scale of one to ten, I'm an easy seven and three -eighth.

We'll have it for you by the 12th.

Okay? Goodbye.

Yes, can I help you? Yeah, we'd like to see your father, Dan.

Well, he's got someone with him right now.

A buyer.

I'm afraid he's going to be tied up for some time.

Well, then you'd better untie him.

Lieutenant Kojak, New York Police Department.

Dad?

There's a Lieutenant Kojak out here.

Wants to see you right away.

All right, I'll tell him.

My father will be with you in a minute.

Someone you know?

What?

No.

Lieutenant? Believe you wish to see me?

Moishe? Yeah, this is Dan Sidgay.

Is my brother still there?

No, that's all right.

Thank you.

It's my older son, Maximilian.

There's not a likeness you'd put on a postage stamp, but it's close enough, I

suppose. What about it, Lieutenant?

I think you know what about it, Mr. Fisk.

What'd you... What... You call this proof?

Proof? Proof of what? Look, I don't have to tell you anything. I don't have to

even talk to you. Mr. Fisk, Augie's killer got hit by a bullet. You know

We know that. Wasn't you. We checked. We know exactly where you were when Augie

died. And it obviously wasn't your son, Danny.

That leaves Max a million.

Now, where is he, Mr. Fisk? I told you, Lieutenant. I've got nothing to say to

you now.

Now, get out.

Get out!

Gomez? Hey, you want to hang loose there?

Was it worth it?

I mean, now that the show is over, Mr. Fisk, was it really worth it?

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, it was worth it!

It was worth it!

Matt, go back!

Look out, Jerry, look out!

No, Mr. Fisk.

It wasn't worth it.

We join Barbara Windsor, Sid James and the rest of the gang for a half -hour

burst of carry -on comedy at 11 .40.

That's after a face -off at the garage pits the conductors against the drivers

in a battle to see who is fitter. The race is on. The bus is next.