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newspaper. Next, on Kojak.

Bye.

I thought he was asleep.

He was just gone.

Honey, he was old.

I'm alone so much.

I never have friends over anymore.

You've got to go out.

Where should I go?

Anywhere.

A movie.

The park.

Molly, there's no food in the house.

You could go shopping. Take the car.

The poor dog.

Molly, for God's sake.

Get out.

Get some air.

I mean, visit somewhere.

We'll be meeting later.

I'll be working.

Yes.

I'm on a big case, Molly.

Every night, Robbie.

He works every night.

Hi, Jeff.

You all right?

Topper died.

Oh, I'm sorry.

We bought him for Robbie.

Yeah, I know.

Oh, he was a personality pooch. I really liked him.

Look, I'll call the ESPC, okay? Let him pick that up.

He's not garbage.

He'll have a funeral.

Oh, I'm sorry, Molly. Of course.

Hey, look, you know there's some great pet cemeteries out there in Queens.

Do they have trees?

Oh, yeah.

And flowers and grass and like that.

It's upper like that.

Robbie liked grass, too.

Hey, uh... You remember Robbie?

I had him.

Fine boy.

He died.

Hey, Jeff, slow down.

Son, a dog.

Maybe if she gets out, get some air.

Who knows what it's going to take to snap her out of it.

How about time?

My wife, my son.

He's dead and she's alive.

I can hardly tell a difference.

I did it to both of them.

What kind of self -pity is that?

Theo, it was an accident.

I was only careless the way millions of parents are careless around their kids

every day.

But he's still dead.

She's been dying ever since.

I always close that locker except for one afternoon. One afternoon, Theo.

My son.

And a can of benzene.

Well, if you're expecting words of wisdom from the sage of Sparta, don't

your breath.

But I do know this.

You read a book one page at a time, why don't you take life the same way one day

at a time?

The Oracle of Athens has spoken.

You know, I had an uncle who used to say, charity is learning how to forgive

others.

But wisdom is knowing how to forgive yourself.

Come on.

Hot enough for you, Crocker? You kidding? I think this lead is a dead

Hey, look, uh, what do you say, Braddock?

Been here three days, Theo.

Everything coming in and out of Tri -State is, uh, pure.

Well, look, uh, our informer says this information is correct.

So why don't we give it a couple more days?

Uh, Crocker?

Yes, sir? Keep cool.

Keep cool.

I'm trying to figure out what I did to deserve today.

I brought my mother a card this morning.

Yeah. Oh, hi.

What time is it?

I woke you. Yes, you did.

I'm not sorry.

You shouldn't be.

It's a lovely way to wake up.

Oh, yeah.

And I'm here, and you're there.

And I need you.

Tonight, huh?

Sweetheart, listen, wait a minute. There's been a slight change in plans.

Do you know Rumpelstiltskin's?

On 11th Street near 6th.

Listen, I'm supposed to meet some account people there tonight around 5.

Then after they want us to go on to a party.

Baby, tonight we're supposed to be you and me.

I know.

Listen, fuzz baby.

You're gonna love my friends.

5 o 'clock, Rumpelstiltskin's.

Oh, man, what is this?

You remember me, Cesar Ogilvie.

Sure, Mr. Ogilvie.

But the landlord advertises this as a secured building.

Miss Hodges, this is Don, in the lobby.

There's a Mr.

Ogilvie here to see you.

Right.

The lady doesn't want to be disturbed.

No, I can't bend the rules.

There's no one Tracy should be here by now.

They probably got hung up in traffic.

Hi,

Kelly. Can you get me a taxi? Yes, miss.

Oh, hello.

Funny we should be this way.

Let me get my message.

I don't hear birds and say no.

Now listen, you want to change things.

You look at me and tell me to my face with my money in your hand.

It was good.

Then it wasn't so good.

Then it got me a lousy.

Let's just say those beautiful words, okay? Goodbye.

We said them three months ago. Now we say hello. No, I don't want you anymore,

Caesar. Don't you tell me what you want. I know what you want. Who is it now?

Stop it.

Who is it? I want a name.

Go and tell me. I'll get him. I'll get the both of you.

No. No.

He threatened me, Miss Hodges. Listen.

Um.

Just let him go.

Thanks, Sarge.

Tracy and RZA were stacked up at the DA's office waiting for someone to take

deposition.

I can't believe it. Yeah, well, I believe it.

What time do you think they're going to get here?

Another hour at least.

Look, Bobby, I, uh... I told Molly I was going to take her someplace.

Go. What's happening here? I'll go.

I owe you.

Overthought, sir, to the many and various constitutional rights.

Leo, just come in.

A fire body in a bar on 11th Street in a bad one. I'll get back to you.

it was Nolan.

We haven't got much to go on. You had a car race by and tossed it in.

You got about 17 injured, raged from critical right down to walking wounded.

Any dead?

The bartender.

Well, what's your guess, professional or amateur?

Well, somebody in there had an enemy.

The fire department says it was a Molotov cocktail.

Any witnesses?

As usual, we got two men, Lieutenant.

The boss of the joint's over there. His name is Arnold Gelb. Want to go inside

and check the impact?

Yes, sir.

I'm Lieutenant Kojak. Can you talk?

At least I'm alive.

You saw the bomb go in?

Man, I heard the windows go.

Something told me, Arnie, get down.

It was like 44 again.

First you drop to the ground.

Then you got time to ask, was it a grenade?

Where were you when the bomb went in? Over there.

I just came in when I heard the windows go.

All of a sudden, people are crying, bleeding.

My bartender ain't moving.

You got any partners, Mr. Gelb?

No, I sleep good at night.

Anybody trying to move in?

If you're talking about muscle, we get along.

Haven't fired any waiters, bartenders, busboys like that? No, it's the nature

the business.

They leave here, they go there. They leave there, they come here.

No hard feelings.

You say you went inside when it went off.

An old army drunk wanted to sing Lily Marlene all day. I escorted him to the

street.

Starburst, take Mr. Gelb down to headquarters.

Have the artist draw a sketch of the man he threw out of here, okay? Before the

bomb went off.

Yes, sir. My car's down the street.

I don't think I could describe him.

Oh, sure you can, Mr. Gelb. You remember.

Army... Target identification 1944.

Hey, what's going on?

Don't wait for me. I'll see you back at the office.

Lieutenant. Jeff, pick up a broom.

I heard the sirens.

How about the other herd?

Three dead, 17 at Bellevue.

Listen, uh, you want me to check for, uh, witnesses?

No, Stavros could take care of that.

Just go check out the hospital.

We've got five positive IDs.

Two males, Caucasian, John Dolan, Queens, and Frank Belknap, about 40

His brother -in -law is a state assemblyman.

And five women.

Mrs. Jody Crump, Caucasian, 50.

Ms. Harriet Victor, early 20s.

Ms. Kay Neely, late 40s.

And Jane Doe's.

One of them is elderly, black, was carrying a velvet handbag with a brass

handle.

The other must have been closest to the bomb. She's younger.

I'd say mid -twenties, was probably attractive.

And that's all we can tell.

She did have some expensive cosmetics in what was found of her handbag. Also

some pills, some uppers and downers.

This on one list.

Looks expensive.

Yeah.

Can we question her?

She never gained consciousness.

Let's see where this leads.

Remember this dress?

At your sister's wedding?

Yeah, at the wedding.

Only the car's not in the lot.

Did you leave it someplace?

You're wrong. It wasn't the wedding.

Your high school reunion.

Okay, the reunion. Now, where's the car?

I worked the night you made Detective.

I remember.

Captain was there.

And Theo Kojak.

He said, may all your tomorrows be as bright as today.

Molly, the car.

I looked for it outside before I came in. It's not in the street. It's not in

the lot. I may need it later.

I didn't use it. I was here.

It's wherever you left it.

This is Detective Second Grade Braddock, Manhattan South, reporting a stolen

car.

Mine.

Okay, this is a likeness of the drunk who was thrown out of the

before it went out.

Now, you may be able to give us a description of the car and the driver's

Check them out.

I also want a follow -up story of everybody who was in the lounge before

out. And the laboratory says that it was benzene. That was the inflammatory

material. Hey, look, not very much, but we've got to get started.

Before that sun starts beating down on some of these knuckleheads, and we're

going to follow the leader epidemic.

And I don't have to tell you about this nut who started this, what is it, let's

take a free ride to Cuba?

Can we check the hotels and restaurants and paint stores and stoolies and like

that? We're looking for a needle in a haystack. A haystack? The city of New

York, that big apple out there.

And we'd better find that needle before we start reading about... Ah, boom!

Look, Ma!

I made the newspapers and start another episode. Sir.

What do you think, son?

Hey, Braddock, late again. Go see the principal, huh?

My car was stolen. Yeah, key in the ignition, windows down.

Humorous. Get going, okay? Move.

How's Molly?

Fine.

Well, you got something in the bracelet, right?

Maybe. I checked the shops over on 47th. I found a jeweler who made a bracelet

just like it for Gretchen Hodges.

Okay, I'll drive.

Wait a minute.

I can check it out and call in.

She's become impressive, man.

She's such a shocker. I mean, she left here bouncing along.

That's how she was, like Quicksilver. One minute all smiles and...

And then suddenly she didn't even know your name.

Any better friends or where she works?

Yeah, she was a photographer, what they call freelance.

Beautiful kid, so naturally there were a lot of guys around.

I don't suppose any of them left names?

Oh, you know, some of them came, thank you, ma 'am, then left.

The others came around at night and left who knows when.

There was this one guy, Season, I don't know his last name, but he was here

yesterday, and that was a real McGillard.

He was a regular.

Then he took off for three or four months.

She wouldn't even talk to him on the lobby phone.

He grabbed her out front, started slapping her around, threatened to kill

and her new boyfriend.

And who's her new boyfriend?

We never saw him.

But you can get in touch with Ed Strakey.

He's night security.

I'll do that. No, I'll take care of it.

What did this Caesar look like?

He was big. 6 '2", 6 '3". English.

Heavy accent.

Oh, 30 more or less.

Let's see the young lady's apartment now, okay?

Right this way.

I'm going to check it out in here. You go in there. Be good as luck, eh? All

right. I'm going to come up with a best book.

Telephone numbers.

Dirty pictures.

Whatever.

Yeah, take this down.

Isn't that firebombing?

We're looking for an Englishman, about 30.

First name Caesar, 6 '2". Heavy accent.

He threatened to kill one of the victims about half an hour before she took a

cab to Ruppelstiltskin's. Yeah, contact Immigration, BCI. Not with ice.

Well, if Mr. Caesar turns on any tilt signs, then check the night security

guard. Name of Ed Strachey.

Telephone number 227 -9995.

A dress broke down like that?

Too hard to go looking for this bum.

She might have had it on her.

Yeah, well, the Reds weren't enough for this kid.

Miss Sargers was a little snowbird, you know?

No pain with the cocaine.

Yeah.

Huh?

Yeah, okay.

Well, wait a minute. Here he is. Who's that?

Who are you? It's Parker.

I talked to me.

Uh, Lieutenant, I spoke to Strakey, the night security at Gretchen Hodgins'

building. There's been a guy paying her a visit the last three months or so,

always at night. Get a description?

Well, not much. About my size, dark hair, plain clothes, that's about all I

Well, check again Gretchen Hodgins' building, okay?

Maybe one of the other tenants got a good look at him.

Okay.

What are you doing, studying for a daydreaming contest?

Gretchen Hodges.

I think I heard that name before, ever since Crocker called me on it.

So where?

I don't know where. I only said I think.

So you ought to keep thinking.

Pearl?

What are you doing here?

Worked for Gretchen a couple of nights.

Served dinner, cleaned up.

I like your coffee.

Oh, you're the cop?

Yes.

What do you want, Eve? I know where Gretchen was getting her stuff.

Your son.

I told him that was blood money he was taking, but he... That's not why I'm

here, Pearl.

Gretchen is dead.

Oh. She was in a bar.

Somebody threw a bomb.

She was trash.

Forgive me, but... She was playing every guy in sight, including you.

But God rest her soul now.

Look, Pearl, if the department finds out that I was going around with a junkie,

I'm finished.

So we trade.

Your son for me, even up.

I wish I could promise you he won't do it no more.

Okay.

I guess you must have served dinner to some of her other men friends, huh?

Some of them.

How about Cesar Ogilvie?

The musician?

One of these look like a process of a deceased once in South America.

The other one is he doing parole, okay? Oh, yeah.

Cesar Ogilvie, convicted junkie, served his sentence, discharged from parole,

plays piano.

I called the local American Federation of Musicians, okay?

So your fingers is a gig of a town.

Okay. Anybody here from Braddock?

Nope.

Okay,

thanks.

A posh nightclub uptown. This guy's got to be pretty good, you know?

She's dead.

Oh, you scum. Something beautiful and she's dead.

Don't hit me. Don't hit me.

You called once.

I said Gretchen.

Gretchen. Are you afraid of anybody?

You are, aren't you?

I didn't do that to her, man.

I dug her. She dug me. She dug you, huh? The only thing that made any sense out

of this entire rotten life was that she belonged to me.

I'm glad you... You don't understand.

Shut up! She belonged to Gretchen, nobody else. Shut up!

She belonged to me.

Understand me?

And you found out.

You killed her.

No!

You slapped her around outside her building, didn't you? I know.

That was just my ego.

That's all.

I gave her money. She turned me off.

Come on.

I'm going to take you in.

What the hell for?

I'd better set in five minutes.

Set, huh?

Please.

Listen, I... I done time.

I done parole. I'm clean. I got a lot of gigs lined up.

I'm hot now.

Don't...

He was a prime suspect.

Why didn't you call in for a backup?

I wanted to bring him in for questioning. He went for my gun. Oh,

Even the lone ranger used to wait for Tonto some of the time. I didn't think

was going to jump me, did I?

You were going to bring him in for questioning? Why? Because you thought he

innocent? Hey, Frank, however Braddock did it, this Ogilvy had a yellow sheet

him with aggravated assault from Eta Canassi. You know, track marks on his

that would put the Pennsylvania Railroad to shame.

And besides that, he threatened to kill his Gretchen Rogers in front of

witnesses. Hey, Al, come on.

A musician steps into an alley for a break.

An officer shoots him. No witnesses.

Do I ask the questions, or do I leave it up to the press?

Go, Jack. Lieutenant, I just found that trunk they tossed out of

Rumpelstiltskin's. Now, Ogilvy's picture didn't mean anything to him.

Oh, another dead end.

No. He swears it wasn't a man, it was a woman in a red house dress.

A mess.

They said to remind him of his wife's, and that's why he drinks.

Okay, thanks.

Well, this Ogilvy may have been a junkie with a thousand sins, but it was a

woman who threw the bomb.

Well, if he wasn't guilty, why did he resist arrest?

Position.

Hey, for a joint?

Hey, Jeff, I don't know what the hell went on down there, but I got to go

with the captain.

It's going to be a tough one to sell to Internal Affairs.

It's going to be even harder to sell to the media.

Take him off the case. Sign him into a desk job.

I'm closer to this investigation than anybody. I should stay on it.

You've got to understand what the captain's trying to do. Not only

but appreciate it. Otherwise, you'll wind up with a bow and arrow squad

somewhere in Flushing Meadows.

Hey, Theo.

Shooting bothering him that much?

And the heat.

And a dead son. And a wife who can't forget.

Jeff.

They got something on your car.

Braddock. The same car almost ran over a woman or a baby on 2nd Avenue about 5 p

.m. Lady phoned in the report, said there was a woman driving it

Didn't even say she was sorry.

Said she seemed kind of freaked out.

Where on 2nd Avenue?

Corner 15th.

I guess everyone's going pretty crazy around there with that firebomb around

corner.

Oh, yeah, the moon's coming over the mountain.

Like the manual says, boy, persistence and perseverance always pays off. Is

what the manual says?

Yeah, that's right.

Gretchen Hodges.

I knew I heard that name before, and I found it in the files. Five months ago,

holdup. A hack got mugged and robbed. My partner and I take the call, and

Gretchen Hodges was one of the witnesses.

So?

So, my partner was Braddock. He took her statement, and then he drove her home.

How come he forgot he knew her?

Like the manual says.

Thank you, Stavros.

What do you think, Braddock sat on it?

The night security guards a description of Gretchen's gentleman friend.

It fits Braddock to a T. You know, tall and dark and like that.

Crocker, he took off from that stake out of yours before relief came, didn't he?

Yeah, there was no action. I said okay.

What was the rush?

He's going to pick up Molly.

Rumpelstiltskin is on the other side of town and in the opposite direction from

his apartment.

So how come he comes this way on his way home?

Look, Crocker, I want you to pull Braddock's picture.

And show it to that night security guard.

Hey, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant what?

You don't like checking on our own men?

I stood back to back with Braddock in alleys when freaks were firing at us.

I'm his dead kid's godfather. What does loyalty mean?

Sweeping it under the rug?

Crocker, Frank.

He just ID'd Braddock.

No lip spots or maybes?

No, Crocker. How positive?

He's been a starboarder the last four or five months now.

Okay, meet me at his place.

Mr. West, Braddock.

Traffic call. They just found this car.

Want me to ride along?

Thanks, Frank.

Did you see what I got for us?

Everything's just like it used to be.

They're not in here.

In the drawer where you left them.

Somebody took the car. You've got the keys. Now, where are they?

Around, I guess.

Hello, baby.

Wait till Robbie sees you.

I want the keys.

When did you find out about her?

She could have had anyone.

I only have you.

Why didn't you kill me?

I only have you.

My God.

I killed a man today.

I killed an innocent man.

And how many other people are dead because of us?

Seventeen other people who carry the scars of what we've done to each other

their lives.

Well, I don't want to talk about it.

Yeah.

Yeah. We'll look after you, won't we?

We won't let you die like Robbie or Topper.

I can't keep them together.

Whatever the hell is left of them.

I can't pretend.

I just can't hide it anymore. I try, I try, but I can't.

We were killing each other. That was our life.

And now we're killing other people.

It's over, Molly.

Understand, please.

It's over.

Hello, Theo.

What a nice surprise.

Look.

Oh, he's cute, Molly.

Where's Jet?

Oh, we're going out tonight.

That's nice.

Theo, can things ever be the way they used to be?

Remember?

Remember when Jeff made detective?

And you said you hoped all our tomorrows would be as bright as that day.

Want to take a ride, Molly?

What about Jeff?

Why, you'll be along.

Why, thank you, Theo.

Oh, I guess the EUA's over.

Yes, I guess it is.

I want to report an homicide.

Jeff Braddock.