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Have you seen Theo?

Yeah.

He dropped by for a nightcap about three
in the morning with a nurse.

Amy something.

Then he asked me if he could work out of
my back office for a couple of days.

So, the department figures, Theo shot
the wrong man. They've taken him off the

case.

I've been calling your apartment for
hours last night. The phone was off the

hook.

Yeah, well, I was otherwise occupied,
Frank.

Let's say I was finishing my physical.

Okay, what kind of help can I get from
you?

Off the record.

Not too much.

Williamson wants this killer for
himself. He's going to report any

cooperation with you. I mean, you can
bank on it.

However... What's that?

Blow -ups.

The student film of every person who
stripped that car we found the first

in.

Oh, the kid who stole the radio.

They didn't get a picture of his face.

You've got a lead. You bring it to us.

We can work a lot faster than you.

Of course.

Just hand it over to Lieutenant
Williamson. You intend to leave this

the street one second longer than
necessary?

Hey, Ray.

You up in there?

Yeah, just back.

Come on out. Give us some help in our
garden downstairs.

Quick game. It's full shot. That wasn't
right.

I would have been a street fighter. I'd
have killed him.

Have a good time last night?

It's worth a mighty one. That ain't
foreign money.

Not bad, huh?

Better than trying another robbery, for
sure.

Well, if I had $30 ,000, I wouldn't be
buying no health care.

What would you do, Ray?

I'd buy a boat.

Like all those people in Newport.

And I'd surf straight out to sea.

And I'd wait for a storm.

I get so seasick I want to die.

And I would.

No pain.

Burial at sea.

Nice and neat.

Cover package deals.

Why, Ray?

Then I get to start all over again.

New body.

New life.

New parents.

Everything.

I've got a lot of better dreams than
that.

Let me know if you ever want to borrow a
few.

The sweet smell of recess.

Look, I'm looking for this dude, and I'm
not looking to bust his chops.

You wouldn't skin my pants if you did.

Harold Woods, right?

Yeah, that's him.

What's he up to now?

He don't come around much anymore.

We give him too much heat.

But him guys always got his hand up.

Teacher, teacher.

Where's he playing hooky?

Try his uncle's garage, down Houston
Street, near Lafayette.

The heat, baby. Unlucky for you, I'm on
my case.

Here.

Put yourself down at the corner store.
Take a landing and buy yourself some

lemon ice. It's better for you.

Quaid, excuse me.

Hey, what's the hassle, man? No hassle.

You're a good boxer, Quaid. We've been
following you.

We simply think you ought to be fighting
in Vegas next month against Ramon Ura.

20 ,000, guaranteed.

I get a shot at Irish Foley in January
here.

Foley? Foley's rated number's zilch.
Come on, we can move you faster. You can

move faster.

We want to sign you, Quaid. I'm already
signed, man, with Devane.

Our interests are very persistent. They
won't take no for an answer.

Well, tell your interests to drop dead,
then.

Maybe we can talk Devane into dropping
you.

Devane treated me good when others
couldn't care less.

Now, I start going back on a trend, I
ain't gonna be champion of nothing.

Now, if you lean on him, I'm gonna take
you both on barehanded. You understand

that?

He said drop dead.

In summation, Mr. Quaid is not that
promising.

As a boxer, sure, but for any other
purposes, I doubt it.

In short, possibly never a champion, but
never a loser.

What about Blaine?

His prison record, that's all we've got
so far.

Well, fought the guards, tried to
escape, finally conformed.

achieved a precarious success as a
boxer.

Now, yesterday, whatever it is that
passes for this man's dreams,

Quaid destroyed them.

How do you think Blaine would respond if
we asked him to kill Quaid?

How you doing, Harold?

That's a very...

Perseverant, huh? Me too.

Truant officer, right? Oh, no, no.

No, I don't care about your going to
school.

I'm interested in the radio you stole
the other day from a car on Bleecker

Street. I didn't steal anything. Oh?

Is that for due?

I wasn't stealing.

I was just salvaging.

Recycling. Well, I want that radio,
Harold.

Hey, man, I've been looking for a good
radio for six months. And I've been

looking for a particular murderer for
eight years.

And I think that maybe that radio could
help me find him.

My radio.

You serious?

How?

The radio, Harold.

Still, one thing that wasn't already
dumped on the streets.

You want to ask on the look?

What you think?

I think you're a real pioneer. They
asked for a frontier.

I bet you don't think I'm going to make
it run, do you? Don't you be so sure.

Now, where's the radio?

Now, did you touch any of the buttons or
reset any of the stations?

Nope.

Fifty bucks?

In here.

Now, when you put this jigsaw puzzle
together, you find some pieces missing,

want you to call me at that address if
I'm still there.

And I make sure you get first crack at
everything abandoned at the police

garage.

Thank you, Harold.

Requires that to all these cities on
missing persons the age of the first

just because she didn't have any
cavities?

Yes. It's a pretty big fishing
expedition.

Where's the captain?

He's in his office with the lieutenant.

Kojak?

Okay,

Frank, now you follow me, all right?

We found this girl in the trunk of an
abandoned car.

We don't know where the car came from,
New York, Atlanta, and it would be very

helpful to know. Now, wouldn't it? Take
this broadcasting magazine.

Could be, of course.

Excuse me.

Do you mind knocking? This is my office.

I'm sorry. I wouldn't want to miss
anything. I mean, if the lieutenant has

suggestions. You don't have to miss
anything, Williamson.

No. This radio came from the abandoned
car, right?

Well, we push the buttons.

All right.

That station, as we know, goes all the
way up to Boston, down to Washington.

Next.

Oh, that's a weak one.

Is that about 870 on the down thing?

That's 870. Now, let's see.

875 is the closest. That's Hartford,
Connecticut.

Okay.

Meeting for the first time on neutral
ground have brought the fans to their

here in Fenway Park.

That's Fenway Park, Boston.

In less than one minute and 30 seconds.

Boston, New York, and Hartford,
Connecticut.

And they'll be pleased to serve you.

So visit any of the five de Blasio dry
cleaners.

Two in downtown Providence.

Okay, Providence, Rhode Island.

And now... Where?

Hold it.

Providence, twice.

And right in the middle of all the other
stations.

Hey, Frank.

If this guy set the buttons according to
the stations he wanted, then that car's

from Providence, Rhode Island, and
there's no doubt about it.

That's brilliant.

Yeah, brilliant.

Anyway.

Here's Crocker's list of inmates
recently released from jail.

They went up about eight years ago.

Home addresses and or addresses are next
to kin.

Providence, Rhode Island.

Ray Blaine, entered prison November 4,
1969, released three weeks ago.

Address of next of kin, Mr. Howard
Blaine, 3245 Portman Road, Providence,

Rhode Island.

I don't see another one from Providence.

I'll have the photos printed up on
Blaine immediately.

Put out an alarm.

This isn't a case, it's just a lead.

Now, if you bring him in for questioning
before you can hold him, then this

guy's going to take off as soon as you
release him. Lieutenant.

I haven't made the mistakes on this
case.

Yeah, brilliant.

Yes, sir? Rizzo's on his way over with
the mug shots in his restaurant.

I just spoke to Dan Amora.

Blaine was middleweight champion up
there for the past two years. Now, he

everybody that he was coming to New York
to make it as a pro.

You know, there's two or three gyms that
specialize in training pro fighters.

The Baines, Midtown, and Blake's on 14th
Street. That's correct.

This is mug shots from eight years ago,
and this is shots when he got out of

Dannemora two weeks ago. Here's his
police record.

He was sent out for robbing the camera
mod, got busted October the 17th, 1969,

following an anonymous phone call to
detectives on the safe and loft detail.

A warrant was issued on his premises at
the YMCA on 23rd Street.

Lorraine and Bedloe recovered eight 35mm
cameras as reported stolen from the

camera mart premises the night of
October the 11th. Blaine was arrested

17th. Lieutenant, the photos of Ray
Blaine and Marie says Miss Pat is

Finally got released exactly nine days
ago.

That's one week before we found that
girl's body in the trunk of that car.

We're getting close.

I'm calling the chief of detectives.

that if you pick him up on nothing more
than what you've got right now, so smart

legal aid lawyer, you could have him
back out on the street, do it like that.

And then if he disappears, where are
you?

That barmaid, Sheila.

The witness I went with in 69?

If I could find her, Frank, show her
this photo here of Blaine, and she

recognized him, we'd have a witness who
saw him with the last victim in 69 the

night she was killed.

Now that starts to be heavy evidence,
Frank.

Irene was no help in remembering
Sheila's last name?

I had trouble remembering my own last
name with her.

Now, there was one very odd... I gotta
deal with Williamson. Talk to you later.

Frank, wait a... Frankly, I think if we
find Blaine, we should first put him

under surveillance. Back us up with some
more evidence.

Well, the chief of detectives agrees
with me. He said pick him up fast, get

off the streets, search his premises,
check his alibis for the time of the

killings. I mean, it's as simple as one,
two, three. What can go wrong?

Nothing.

was a nurse at three o 'clock this
afternoon it was the duchess of fifth

oh it sure isn't sick leave your honor
is it who is she anyone i should know

marie you're looking at one irene ben
patten with about 30 million dollars in

double net fabrics and a brief eight
years ago she was very briefly the

of yours truly why did you goof right
you got it

by to apologize i don't like who i was
yesterday i was selfish insecure

irene i mean you were never insecure i
mean she told me everything about

yourself the first week i knew you
confessions honest uh interesting

you theo you were strong it's a rare man
that a woman dares admit that much to

past affairs disappointments fantasies

You were a lover I didn't have to lie
to.

It seemed a good start for a perfect
marriage.

And then I got jealous.

A man that secure?

I wondered, was it because he was having
other affairs behind my back?

So I hired a private detective and had
you followed.

Oh.

So that's why you called me a liar.

Because I told you that Sheila was only
a witness.

I knew you slept with her there one
night, after we'd seen her in that bar.

I will continue my affection for you by
denying it. Don't dismiss her so easily,

Theo.

Anyhow, when knowing about Sheila didn't
actually hurt me all that much, I knew

that it was your job that really scared
me, that I couldn't compete with.

So the vanishing act.

For eight years, I worried that I'd made
the wrong decision.

I wish I knew myself.

Well, I do now, after yesterday.

Oh.

For eight years, you wouldn't see me on
a personal basis, but when you needed me

for your police work, then you came to
me.

I would have been second, just as I was
yesterday.

I know that now.

I'm sorry.

I'm not.

I'm glad to be off the hook.

Theo, I dearly hope that we can be
friends.

Always.

Irene, let me ask you a very important
question.

Yes? This private detective you put on
me, you still have his records?

Probably.

I'm sure that Sheila's last name must be
in it.

I think I killed the wrong man in 1969.

I gotta go find Sheila so she can try to
make an identification on a new

suspect.

Hey.

So maybe I'm not ready to fight yet, but
couldn't you give me a job?

Sparring partner?

No. I can learn new moves. I'll stay in
shape. No.

Why not?

Clayton's in the locker room now. You
can go in and apologize to him for

those cheap punches yesterday.

What cheap punches?

Who do I owe him that for?

You don't. Those are my orders, that's
all.

Who do you think you are giving me...
Yeah, okay.

We saw you fight the other day. Can we
talk to you downstairs?

Oh, we'll make it later. I got something
I got to do first, okay?

Waiting for me to make that move from
left to right.

From the next move from left to right.

Just give me that right hook, you know
what I mean?

How you doing?

Look, yesterday, coming out of those
clinches, you know, if I hit you, I need

you. Cheap shots.

I'm really sorry about it, okay?

Yeah. Well, why you come crying to me?

No, I'm not crying to nobody.

We just want to get George to give him
steady work spying.

With me?

Yeah.

Listen, man, the only way you can work
me up into a sweat is hitting me below

the belt. You understand that?

Okay, I guess I have to hit you there,
then.

That was a cheap shot, you know what I
mean? Cheap shot. Yes, a cheap shot. I

really don't like being poked like that.

What's he being charged with?

Homicide.

We got a suspect on a homicide. He's
wanted for interrogation. Name is

Blaine. A lawyer.

You got to give me a lawyer. George
Martin, Mr. Blaine. Legal aid. We'll

out for your interests.

Get a bench warrant. Search his
premises.

Yes, sir.

Get him up to the interrogation room.

Come on, let's go.

A clothesline killer.

If I get him off, I'm famous.

You get him not to answer these
questions, it's going to take days to

we got the right man.

I think the city deserves to know that
as soon as possible.

Raymond Howard Blaine, age 30, correct?

Is that correct, Ray?

Arrested October 17th, 1969 on charges
of robbery, correct?

Come on, give him an answer, Ray.

That's correct

I'm

looking for your occupancy records for
the summer of 69 through October

They've got to be downstairs somewhere
along with your worn -out Gideon Bibles.

You want the actual registration forms
or would a list do?

Oh, that'll be perfect.

Yeah, 1969.

I come down here from Providence looking
for work.

I was staying at the Y on 23rd Street.

You were living at the Y on 23rd?

Fred Toner, the man we thought was the
killer.

That's where Kojak shot him.

At that same Y, October the 16th.

And on October the 17th, Blaine gets
arrested there for robbery.

And that's got to tie in together
somehow.

1969 is Kojak's problem. I'm worried
about this week's murder.

Lieutenant, until you can pull rank on
me, I give the orders, you take them.

And we get him to talk more about 1969.

Is that understood?

What's this all about, anyhow?

Well, I was here in the summer of 69.

Looking for the owner of a knife we
found nearby.

What's that big guy's name on duty then?

Bibberman. Yeah, that was his name. In
1969, you were living at the Y.

Is that right?

Okay, sure. Where were you the day
before you were arrested? The 16th, you

remember?

Yeah, yeah.

That's when the Mets won the series.

I was watching in the lobby all day.

He asked you a question, answer him.

Did you ever know a man named Fred Toner
who also lived at the Y in 1969?

No, I never heard of him.

Search the room. They'll find those
cameras you swiped last week. No way

let them pick me up.

It was in the pocket of the pea jacket
you borrowed last week. I don't know. I

must have lost it. Where were you on the
night of October 11th, 1969?

I robbed that camera store. I already
told you. You got the record.

Forget about 69. Where the hell were you
two nights ago between 9 and midnight?

Yeah.

Captain, I got a lawyer out here in
Novak. It's a Sharpie. I knew him from

before. We've got three witnesses who
will swear they were with Blaine the

the hooker was murdered. I just got back
from searching Blaine's room, Captain.

He's staying with that couple there.

And the room's clean, Lieutenant.

No knives, no ropes, bloody clothes,
nothing.

We painted the walls, new rugs, lights,
everything.

Somebody!

Is that the right window?

Sure, Blaine.

That's why I saw him right here.

Ray Blaine, room 622.

Fred Toner, room 620.

Blaine is the murderer.

Toner is the burglar.

And somehow we managed to get the two
exactly switched around.

You understand, Frank?

Toner's knife.

Toner's peacoat.

Blaine must have borrowed or stolen from
his room, even the rope from Toner's

room, too.

Now, when Toner gets killed for the
murders that Blaine really committed,

heaves a huge sigh of relief. And just
to make sure that nobody thought that he

did it, he takes the rap for the robbery
that Toner pulled.

Because he knew Toner robbed a camera
store the same night he killed Gail

Right. He figures he's going to do three
to six months.

Cheap price to pay for a perfect alibi.
So that's it, Frank.

I mean, Blaine is really the clothesline
killer?

Tona, just a chronic thief who would
rather have a shootout than go away for

years.

And I got more, Frank.

Irene, she read me a report from a
private investigator who was checking on

Sheila, the barmaid in 1969.

She was enrolling at CCNY. I just called
them.

She graduated four years ago and now
works at PS41.

Name?

Semenansky. Anyway, I'm going to show
her a photo of Blaine.

If she identifies him as the man who
walked out with her girlfriend that

well, then you pick him up.

And Frank, I think we got him, finally.

One problem.

What's that?

Williamson gets your job. No, what is
it?

We brought Blaine in three hours ago,
picked him up at Devane's gym, and

searched the room where he's staying.

Found nothing.

Thanks to a very well -connected lawyer
and three responsible friends who played

poker with him on the same nights of
both murders, Ray Blaine walked out of

15 minutes ago, a free man.

You were right.

We got a weak case. We moved too fast.

We're checking back on him with the
Providence police.

However, at the moment, this case is
still open.

He's killed five women, and there's no
way he's going to walk away free. Do you

understand? Now, I don't care about the
witnesses at a poker game. It's fake,

and you know it, and I know it.

I still can nail him for Gayle Ryan in
1969, and that's the case that I'm going

to get him for yet.

Lieutenant, I order you. Order me?
Frank!

I'm on vacation.

And how's it go?

Having a wonderful time. I wish you were
here. P .S. I love you.

Thank you for helping him. Thank you
very much.

Yeah, thanks a lot. I appreciate it.

I'll be up in a minute. Okay.

Get in, Ray.

Ray, your friends helped because they
are sure in their hearts you couldn't be

guilty. I helped because I'm sure you
are.

$20 ,000.

A retainer for your services.

I don't understand.

I was going to test you with Quaid, but
there's no need now that I've learned so

much more about you.

You'll have a new name, identity, be
well protected, live far from here,

wherever you wish.

There will be only a few from time to
time.

Their names may or may not be familiar,
but you will never know them personally.

I don't understand.

Of course you do, Ray.

You know, there was a fierce tribe in
ancient Turkey called the Assassins.

They prided themselves on their
profession.

And like the best of mistresses...

They have shaped the course of man's
history more than kings, as you might,

in some small way.

No.

No.

I couldn't.

I'm too religious.

Every time I've done it... Done what,
Ray? Done what? Killed.

I've gone to a priest.

I've tried to...

And you have failed with them, Ray.

But you see, you have just confessed.

Finally.

Haven't you?

An end to the guilt.

That's the real prize I offer you.

Feel better?

A car will meet you at the corner of 9th
and 57th Street in exactly one hour.

Now bring a little of your past as
necessary.

Keep the gun, Ray.

You'll feel better with it.

You tell me, Sheila, what did Richard do
to deserve staying at the classical?

Stayed with his mother.

That makes a bunch of lucky people.

Okay, Richard?

Listen,

I'm getting too old for this stuff.
We're going to take off my jacket.

Richard?

Why don't you wait in the hall and you
tell Mommy when Daddy's coming, okay?

Thank you.

His father's a civics teacher. He's very
opposed to weapons.

We treat them rather unkindly in our
family.

I understand, and I'm sorry.

Now, how can I help?

to show you a group of pictures.

Now you tell me if there's a face that's
familiar.

Please, I don't want to go back eight
years. Sheila, there's a man out there

I got to pick him up because God knows
who he's going to kill next or where or

why.

It's him. The one who was in the bar
with your girlfriend in 69.

Hey, Blaine.

Sheila, would you do it again in the
lineup?

Hey, look.

Um, I'm sorry to be coming back into
your life, but I'm going to get out as

quickly as possible, all right?

Theo?

Theo, um, did you ever get married?

Yeah, well, look, I'll keep my eyes a
little bit wider open this time. You

know.

If you need help in this case, I'll be
right there.

About a thousand for your 500?

Is that fair, Rudy?

Yeah, sure.

And thanks, Rudy.

And thank you.

Police! I thought they were through
searching us here the first time they

No. What's the problem?

Police.

You've got to hide me.

Hey, cool the head.

Blaine's not here.

Where is he?

He's got a warrant. Let's see it.

He's already killed five women.

Not very different than her.

Do you want to help or not?

Aluminum foil down at the other end of
the room. Call the police.

Call the police.

He has a gun.

Careful.

Crocker identified the victim a little
while ago as C .C. Green.

She was listed in Delaney, Texas's
Missing, which has the most highly

fluorinated water in the state.

Crocker's a good man.

I'm going to help you find out where
Blaine got this gun and money.

The commissioner's waiting for you at
headquarters so you can meet the press

with him.

Now, we do expect some kind of
cooperation with public relations,

Now, just a minute.

Sir, when's the last time you killed a
man?

Lieutenant, get back to your squad.
That's an order.

Now, sir, can I be of help?

No, I don't think so.

Yes, sir?

He's dead.

Apparently just some policeman doing his
job.

An unfortunate piece of luck for all of
us, that's all.

Mr. Blaine was quite a find himself.

A natural.

He was the salt we could have used in
Cuba years ago, and certainly on that

Union problem next month.

Yes, sir.

And tell them I'm quite disappointed
myself.

Congratulations. Really?

I learned a few things.