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Yeah, could be. What do you want?

Daryl told us you might be holding some primo stuff.

Daryl.

All right, come on.

Sure, go on.

And who is Daryl?

Daryl, from the restaurant.

Go ahead and say it.

Like I said, cream of death.

You know the difference. We know, all right.

Hey, Jess.

Hey, wake up, babe. It's time to go to work.

Jess?

a pleasure, Mr. DeHaven.

Uh, but somewhat of a puzzlement.

Oh, why?

Well, because five months ago I told your partner, Mr. Lindsay, I wasn't

interested in the job.

And just six weeks ago, Mr. Moore, well, I told him the same thing.

True. They both gave up on you.

Well, what made you stay with her?

Just plain Yankee stubbornness.

Also, I may have a better idea than they do about how valuable you could be over

here.

Lunch, then?

Okay, Mr. DeHaven. Lunch.

Never hurts to start at the top. Start what? It's a free meal.

A free meal with the senior partner of Dave and Lindsay and more.

You know, you've had offers before and you've always turned them down. Do you

know why?

Because you're a cop.

It's your life.

There's nothing out there that can match it.

You want to talk about it?

Nope. I want to think about it.

Kojak, Manhattan South.

Crocker!

A dead woman, 517 Hester Street. Possible OD.

A unit's on the way.

Yeah.

That was central.

We might have another one.

Village again?

Yeah.

Better call narcotics.

No, don't do that, Frank, until we find out definitely it's drugs.

Patent exams are coming up next month.

I've read that one before.

You could breeze through.

My responsibility is the physical premises, and that's it. I don't know

nothing else.

I don't collect any money. I don't decide who the tenant is here. I

that, but we'd appreciate you coming down looking at some pictures. Maybe you

could help pin a name on the guy that you saw coming down the stairs.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'll get my coat.

He's a hooker? Yeah.

His name's Jessica Johns.

Jessica Johns?

Mm -hmm.

An overdose?

That's the guest pending an autopsy. Yeah? All right, check with the ME.

you can put a rush on this one. I'll climb on his back, Bobby. Terrific.

Jessica Johns.

Two dead on Moss, one on Houston, one on Fifth, and now Miss Johns?

That's five ODs in three days.

All in the village.

All right, do you want to open conversation with the narcotics

I? I don't know. I don't know what I'm looking at. Bad heroin, murder,

collective suicide?

Why don't you call Vice and see what they have on Miss Johns? And maybe she

connects with the other victims.

Bobby, narcotics division. For crying out loud, whether we like it or not,

got to advise them. Why don't we just do our work, Sergeant, and leave that

protocol stuff up to the lieutenant? Come on.

Jessica Johns.

Big joke.

I knew her when her name was Rosie Miller.

I picked her up for soliciting.

She was scared to death.

You think she'd show it?

How old was she?

Twelve.

I couldn't believe it when I saw her in the morgue.

She looked 35.

I put it all together.

She was 15.

From Rosie Miller to Jessica Jones to a pin on a map.

And in this great big city, this big apple.

Who stood up and said, you know, this shouldn't be allowed to happen. This kid

needs a chance.

Nobody.

Not us, not them.

Nobody, Frank.

Parker's got a witness.

A janitor's just coming in to look at some mud shots.

Who's covering the area?

Stavros and a couple other guys.

Now, what I want to do is flood this part of the East Village with enough

to squelch business.

Now, it gives the street drug hotline enough time to get out the word.

How many units are we talking about?

Twenty or thirty units, Frank.

Look, Frank, if we got an epidemic of hot smack on our hands, it seems to me

priority should be, number one, to avoid further casualties while we nail these

pushers. 30 units, all right.

That means we have to borrow from plainclothes, anti -crime squad,

division. Let's lay off in the narcotics division, Frank. Theo!

I mean it. What they'll do is panic every jockey in town.

They've messed up five of my operations in the last two weeks, and they'll do it

again.

Kojak.

Yes, Stavros.

Surprise, surprise.

Yeah, Lieutenant.

The Knox just got here.

Scratch off my objections.

Narcotics are on the scene.

Okay, Stavros.

Go over and admire their assistance.

Yes, we'd like the artist down here as soon as possible, like a half hour ago.

Now, what we're trying to ascertain from the victim's records is some common

ground beside the fact that they hot -shot Mexican Brown and died from it.

Okay, two were hookers. How about the other three?

Okay, get back to me.

Uh, Lizzo.

Yeah? What about the anti -crime squad? Where are they?

I don't know.

Mm -hmm. Are the planes closed?

This time of day, they should have at least ten units.

Not today, Lieutenant.

Okay, let's hit it. Cover as much ground as we possibly can.

Leo, can you come into my office?

Won't take long.

And having gotten the word, Lieutenant Murray and Narcotics apparently bent

ears downtown.

Their request for support was countermanded.

Who countermanded it?

Well, that's it, Theo. That's as much as you need to know.

Oh.

Narcotics wants a field day, right?

With the jockeys crawling out of the woodwork to sell their mothers for a

Let's not make a heavy out of the Narcotics Division.

Lieutenant Murray is only using the situation to make his people as

possible. If I were in that position, I'd do the same thing.

No, you wouldn't, Frank, because there are five people dead.

And maybe there'll be 15 dead by next week.

There's nothing you or I or even Jack Murray can do about it because... Well,

the simple fact is, they're junkies.

And dead junkies to an understaffed, underbudgeted police department are not

considered pressing business.

Hey. What's happening to us, Frank?

There was a time, wasn't there, when we gave a damn?

When we saw a little girl starting to die at the age of 12 and we cared?

Even with an understaffed, underbudgeted police department?

30 units I wanted to find the killer of some junkies.

And there are people high placed in this police department who think that the

killer's doing the public a public service.

I should have known better.

We both should have known better. It's not fair, Frank.

People are dying. Our hands are tied.

There's nothing you or I can do about it.

Theo, without you, it'd be a lot worse.

Nope, nobody here neither.

All right, try this.

Prison's hitting up the night watch to work a double shift. I guess we could

the manpower.

Yeah.

Lieutenant. Forget it.

Come on, let's go find that pusher.

Hey, man, that restaurant's lousy with cops. Hey, man, something coming down.

All right, man, what, man? They say what? Hey, man, I wasn't about to stand

around for no small talk. Now, look, you know them two princesses you sent me,

man? They're just joy poppers, right?

Hey, man, they cool. They've been around. What's wrong? Could do no

No, no, it ain't nothing like that. Now, listen, I got to sort of talk to them,

you know? You got a phone number for them or something?

Mary Jane and Angela, man, that's all I know. No, man, this is important.

Hey, man, I don't know.

Mary Jane?

Architect's daughter, doctor's daughter. My snitch in the city room at the Times

tells me they're calling this the Lawson -Bachler murders.

I guess I better get in there myself.

Come on.

You've said six words all afternoon.

Frankly, this isn't doing either of us any good.

What am I supposed to say, Frank?

That it took this to make us do our job?

You sound like a kid of 15 who's just opened his eyes to the cruel, hard

It's called life, Theo.

Life and the facts thereof. I guess I'm having trouble making the adjustment,

Frank. When those facts hit me in the face day in, day out, year in, year out.

keep saying to myself, Theo, it's going to change. It's going to get better. And

you know something, Frank?

It doesn't change and it doesn't get any better.

Theo.

You know what your problem is?

You think every cop at you has a cast iron hide.

I've got a news flash for you.

The rest of us see and feel the same things you do, but with a difference.

We learn to accept it and live with it.

Frank, I know that, Frank.

You really want to know what my problem is?

Five dead jockeys and no one gives a damn.

But then we go all out with trumpets and with drums and with outrage because two

of them happen to be rich and they happen to be prominent.

Well, I can't accept that, Frank.

Hey.

Oh, God's children, baby.

Lieutenant, I'm glad you could make it. It's a pleasure, Mr. Davin.

Look, I know you're busy, and I promise you this will be a one -hour lunch. In

fact, I took the liberty of ordering for you fresh bay scallops. Well, thank

you, Mr. Davin.

Now, now, time.

Call me Tom, whether you take the job or not.

Okay, Tom.

You know, frankly, I got a couple of reservations about the job.

Without knowing what it is?

I think I know what it's about.

Let's see, Fairchild is retiring at the end of the month, and you need a new

chief investigator.

Sure, you got Perino, Mackey, and Lee.

Mackey and Lee, they're good, but they're kind of young. And Perino, who I

well, he's not that bright.

You're thorough.

Thank you.

You said you had reservations.

Well, yes, two.

First, you know, I'm not sure if I want to leave the department.

And second, I can't see myself accepting a job where I'm the flunky for a pack

of young lawyers who were gung -ho with their enthusiasm and their equally

dedicated zeal.

Well, I can't help you with the first. I'll agree with you that it would be a

tough decision considering all your years in the department.

But let me tell you something about the second. Your report...

to three people, Lindsay Moore and me. You go anywhere in the world that your

investigations take you, you develop your own cases, and you work with our

senior attorneys when you think it's the right time.

What kind of cases?

Criminal, corporate, industrial, military, and Schneider versus the city

York. It seems Schneider claims that the tax assessors raised the taxes on his

house.

because the tax assessor's cousin held the first deed and was in a position to

foreclose.

Schneider got his taxes adjusted, and there's a new tax assessor.

You know, it may sound sophomoric, but we depend on these cases to keep us

young. How am I doing so far?

The pay starts at $60 ,000.

The package includes some interesting long -term benefits.

And just one more thing, Theo.

You were selected by my partners and I from a list of five names submitted by a

top executive search firm.

One of the names in that list is your borough commander.

Five names?

Then why me?

Well, I know a few things about you, too. I know about your work in the

Nelson murders, the Azure D case, the Chinatown murders.

In my estimation, you may be the smartest and toughest policeman in New

Plus, one more thing.

You're honest.

Well, what do you say, Theo?

Will you join us?

If I do make the split, your firm's the only one I'll consider, okay?

I'm pleased, but that's not an answer.

Well, when do you have to know? Like you said, Fairchild is retiring this month.

Oh.

Fresh -baked scallops, huh?

I'm used to a tuna fish sandwich out of the machine at the department.

See ya.

How's that?

Mm -hmm.

You got it.

That's the little pimp all right. What did you call him?

What are you talking about? That's him. That's all I said.

Was that Jessica John's pimp? Hey, hey, wait, wait, wait.

Hold on a minute. No, now you hold on.

Hey, Stavros.

I hear you.

You did a hitch with Vice once. Come on over here, okay?

You'll be cool, I'll be right back.

Look at this, Sarge.

Mr. Burns called him a pimp. No, I didn't say that.

That's what you said.

Now, why did you withhold that from us? I didn't withhold nothing. I can't prove

what he is. You call him a pimp, I get slapped with a lawsuit. Then what, huh?

He's a pimp, all right.

At least he's always in there trying.

His name is Francis Sonny Canavere.

Let's get it on the wire.

Sorry pal

You're fast.

But not that fast.

Okay, Mr.

DeHaven, I'll have him reach you.

Thank you very much.

Is he back yet?

No, sir.

Here, Frank.

Where have you been?

I told you. I was having a free meal with a lovely guy by the name of

Well, I thought you might like to know what happened while you were out sipping

Chablis. The suspect is being booked and processed downstairs, thanks to

Crocker.

DeHaven just called.

Come on. You were seen leaving Jessica's apartment. You were seen so well, the

police ought to sketch you.

He sketched wrong.

I don't know what you're talking about. We're talking about hot snacks, sonny.

And if you know where it is out there, you gotta tell us because we gotta warn

the people, understand?

Look, I don't know what you guys are talking about, really.

What smack?

We're talking about the smack that killed seven people.

Now look.

Look at me!

Where's the rest of it and who has it? I don't know, man.

I swear I don't know nothing.

The lab is finding heavy traces of heroin in his coat.

Do you hear that, Canavere? Let me try that number again, man.

You've called that number four times and there's no answer.

If you want a lawyer down here, I'll get you one. Let me try it again.

Please.

All right, give him his call.

Come on.

Dick? I've got a headache.

We can't do anything for you up here, but we can take you down to the

You want that?

It won't make any difference.

I get these all the time. My doctor says it's nervous tension.

Once I unwind, it'll go away.

Go ahead.

Come on.

Hello. Billy.

Billy, I'm busted, man.

I've been trying to get a hold of you for hours.

This is some kind of jackpot down here, man. They're talking murder.

Exactly what did you tell them?

I told them nothing, man. Nothing.

But it's getting scary, you know?

Look, there's something wrong with this stuff. Like, I don't know, maybe it

wasn't cut right or something. Okay, okay.

Just sit tight and keep your mouth shut.

I'll get a lawyer down there as soon as I can.

You know, they're saying seven people, man.

I saw Jess.

She was dead.

And now they're saying seven people.

And they all scored off me, you know.

Just stay cool.

Right.

You stupid.

You told me you knew what you were doing. You assured me you knew. Hey,

They screwed me up in Mexico, man. They told me wrong.

Well, it sure isn't my fault it happened.

I assume you got rid of it.

Don't worry, it's gone. I flushed it.

Look, it's not my fault.

I had no part. I never touched the stuff. You bankrolled it, Chris.

Yeah, that's right, Chrissy.

If that flaky little pimp decides to roll over, it's all the same for all of

I don't know about you, but a murder rap sure scares the hell out of me.

Whatever it costs, I think you better call that lawyer and have him handle the

situation.

It's gonna be expensive, Chrissy.

No way around that.

He's older.

Pardon me, I'm Carl Becker. I'm here to see my client, Francis Canavia.

Okay.

Sign right here.

Thank you.

Hello, Lieutenant.

Hello, Counselor. You're looking prosperous.

You're looking the same.

Oh, well, nothing keeps you fit like a just cause. I remember that.

Look, I was talking to Assistant District Attorney Linick about an hour

Now, he's inclined to deal in exchange for your client's immediate disclosure.

Since when have you become the spokesman for the Assistant D .A.? Especially

that Assistant D .A. Well, you know, our ambitious Mr. Linick wants a quick

solution to the Lawson -Bachner murders. And I, of course, I don't want anybody

else to die from that hot smack.

Well, that's noble. That's very noble. May we use your interrogation room?

Yeah.

You know that little punk in there? He faces seven counts of involuntary

manslaughter during the commission of seven felonies.

And if he goes to the mat, that's 20 years on each count.

He works for somebody.

And Lennox, he's willing to deal for that somebody, okay?

Stand by right now. Just waiting for word from you.

We'll keep it in mind.

Mr. Canavere, I'm Carl Becker, your attorney.

We'll have our chat right in here.

Something wrong with Kenny?

Yeah.

You know, when you offer a shyster a deal, he either says yes or he says no.

He never just ignores it.

I didn't know.

I don't understand any of this, man.

It's called making the best of a bad situation.

Now, you think about it.

You're a young man.

You can come out... And live like a king for the rest of your life.

I can't go back in there again.

I can't handle it anymore.

There is no way that you can beat this, Sonny.

So wise up and decide.

You can serve your time and come out rich.

Or come out penniless.

Die in some alley with the rats.

I don't want to go back in again.

I can't stand it.

I can't go back in there again.

Okay, thank you very much.

Oh, I'm sorry, Consular, but the bus leaves for Rikers in a few minutes.

Riker? Yeah, the tombs are closed.

You get the island instead.

Listen, you remember what I told you, Sonny. I'll be in touch.

Let's go, Sonny.

Oh.

What's the matter?

Can I go to the john?

Okay. It's out this way.

Now, this is very, very critical, Rizzo.

The soil can't be too dry, can't be too damp. It's got to be just right, you

know what I mean?

Huh? That's right.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Starvers, they do need affection, don't they?

Where's Sonny?

The washroom.

Okay, Sonny, let's go.

I give this guy a perfect plea bargain offer.

He tells his client.

His client hangs himself.

Does that add up to you?

I've already told the DA about that lawyer.

Excuse me, sir.

Is this your thing?

Oh, nice, Crocker. Billy's Corner.

555035. You find out where that's Billy's Corner, okay? Who, where, when,

let's go.

One witness.

One chance and you blow it.

A lousy, stinking mess.

A lousy, stinking mess. Well, I agree.

But this unit is on record.

Ten requests in 17 months to do something about that overhead pipe.

Petty as this may sound, nobody hangs himself from a smooth ceiling.

It always fascinates me how the petty oversights in this department tend to

cripple the office of the prosecutor.

Do you have any idea how stupid you're going to look? We're going to look in

tomorrow's papers.

This case isn't closed. We're still in business.

We know Sonny wasn't in this alone.

We have a lead to an associate. We'll get him.

And to what?

Convict him for being connected with a dead felon? A known pimp and heroin

pusher facing seven counts of involuntary manslaughter?

My God, what you two don't know.

Suppose you just let us do our job.

If it pans out, you'll be the first to know.

And what did the shy staff say?

Mr. Becker denies you ever offered a plea bargain, naturally.

Well, how about a bribe?

A what?

B -R -I -A.

Okay, okay.

Yeah, sure.

There's a possibility.

And you can prosecute that one in your dreams.

Now listen, McNeil.

I want one. I don't care what you want, Lennox.

You're an assistant D .A., period.

And not such a great one at that.

I'll go ask Tommy DeHaven to do the job for an ex -captain.

Billy's Corner, an expensive boutique corner, second and 52nd, owner and

proprietor, Billy Spender, drug bust in Cleveland five years ago. Narcotics has

him as suspicious, probable drug trafficker. Well, you take Starburst and

other boys and have somebody pick up the search warrant.

And move fast.

Oop, here.

We're taking them down. Let's go.

Release! Hold it!

Fill the position.

All right, we've got Spencer.

You guys did the talk.

Come on.

Black with one sugar.

This must be his private stash. Oh, hark.

What do you suppose he does with that?

Way posters?

I wouldn't doubt, but that's exactly what he's going to say.

He had it buried in a plant over here.

Well, obviously he was sniffing a little bit more than plants.

Wait till Linick hears about this in the morning.

In the morning? Oh, no, we're going to call him right now. He's at the hurry,

and that's exactly what we're doing.

Here, Lieutenant Kojaks, do me a favor, will you?

Fish out the home phone number of Assistant District Attorney Linick.

And tell Captain McNeil we got the dealer.

Yeah, and we nailed him to the toilet bowl.

Lieutenant.

Sorry to blow in without calling. I was in the neighborhoods, as they say.

You're welcome, anyway.

Did you meet my boss, Captain McNeil?

I know.

I'll,

uh... I better check this report.

All right.

Nice to meet you.

Well,

I hope we haven't lost you, Theo.

I left a phone message.

Oh, I'm sorry. Look, when I'm working on a homicide, I very rarely pick up my

messages. And when I'm after a man, I rarely take no for an answer.

You will come, won't you?

Well, look, I've got to clear up things with the department, and then I've got a

case I want to wind up.

Lawson -Bachner murders?

That's right. I had breakfast with Al Linick. He had some flattering things to

say about the bust last night.

Praise you in particular.

With all respect, Al Linick, he hates my guts.

He does.

People with principle intimidate him. Anyway, the point is, Lawson -Bachner is

closed. William Spender confessed he's pled guilty to all charges.

Confessed? Without a deal? He has information.

I mean, he could have traded that for clemency at least.

Now, what's the name of his lawyer?

No one you'd want to know.

What's his name anyway?

Kyle Becker.

Kyle Becker?

I spoke with him last night. He was representing Sonny Canavere.

Well, that's only logical, Theo.

Word is Canavere was working for Spenter.

Now, what about Monday?

Can you start then?

Hmm?

I don't see why not.

Then it's a deal.

Welcome to the firm, Lieutenant.

Here.

No deal was made because there was nothing to deal for.

William Spender ran his own operation.

He confessed to buying the heroin in Mexico, to cutting it himself, to

attempting distribution through the late Francis Canavere. The very fact, that

the heroin was incorrectly cut, further supports my theory that this was a

small, amateurish maverick endeavor.

No links to organized crime.

And who gave him the money to make the buy?

He got the money where business people normally get money.

Bank, cash register.

And how much money did he spend in Mexico?

Claims he made the buy for $52 ,000.

Oh, come on, will you, Lenick?

There's no way in the world that he could touch that quality of first -class

smack. For, let's say, less than $200 ,000. And if you don't believe me, call

narcotics.

So he got a bargain.

Linick, he's coming for someone who gave him the money for the buy.

Kojak, you want to know what I think?

I think that Sonny killed himself because he didn't want to go back to

Even though Becker offered him money. And you want to know what else I think?

know what you think.

You think Spender's being offered the same deal.

That's right.

Same shyster.

Same deal.

And it seems to me that you, Linick, ought to do something about that instead

drooling over a... over an easy conviction.

You're suggesting what?

Organized crime funded Mr. Spender because of his underworld savoir -faire?

No, I'm not suggesting that at all.

He didn't so much as know how to cut heroin.

Seven people died because of what he didn't know.

His distribution system consisted of one mangy pimp turned pusher. That's right,

he's a dummy.

And the dummy gave him the money, too, and it seems to me we ought to

concentrate on that dummy as well.

You're chasing snowflakes, Kojak.

Every instinct tells me you're wrong.

And what do your instincts tell you about Billy Spender's rap? What's he

to do, seven years with time off for parole?

My guess is he'll get seven to ten years to hit five.

Doesn't seem quite enough, does it?

No, it doesn't seem quite enough.

I had breakfast with Tom DeHaven this morning.

Yes, I know.

Tells me you might be joining his shop.

I might.

Fine offer.

I congratulate you.

You know, in spite of what you don't know, I think you'll do well.

You know...

You and I ought to have breakfast together one day.

Soon.

One day?

Soon.

Deborah, give me the records and the personal papers on that butt last night.

They're, uh, they're downtown.

The original?

We busted him here.

We take Xerox copies and send them down to the DA's office.

Now, who told you different?

Stavros?

Well, the captain wasn't here. You weren't here. I told him I had to get an

from one of you. But now what's his name gets on the phone?

Who? Linick?

Yes.

Bracker, I want you to hear this. Learn about the system.

What?

Just answer the question, Mr. Linick. Why originals? Why not copies?

And why was one of my officers harangued and forced to send these records down

to you? I'm sure nobody was harangued, Lieutenant.

I don't know how you got that impression.

Linick, if you've got them, you're in trouble.

Lose them, and your trouble gets worse.

Linick?

I'm trying to think.

Let me check with my secretary. Hold on, okay?

Seems I owe you an apology, Theo.

He's in partnership with the Christopher Wyatt.

And as far as we can tell from these checks, Wyatt financed the shop and

Spender's buying trips into Mexico.

The grocery seats look pretty lame, about enough to pay the rent.

This guy Wyatt's been pumping money into it all along. Not to mention the fact

that his name is on the lease along with William Spender's. That heroin was

found on his premises as well.

Spender confessed he was dealing on his own. Right, because Spender's such a

high roller. Come on, will you? He can afford to change a lipo without this

Wyatt writing the checks.

Look, Starbucks got an appointment in Seamus with Judge Mallory, okay?

I want a court -ordered look at this Wyatt's recent bank transactions.

Christopher Wyatt, man, that rings a bell.

Oh, why don't you go find out why?

Sure you're doing the right thing?

It's hardly the spoils of war for 20 -some years.

A picture, a trophy, a cracked coffee cup?

What? I made Chris Wyatt. No wonder the name was so familiar. He's Emerson

Wyatt's son.

We're in the major leagues now, but it's going to be difficult to nail a kid.

The family's already got that fancy law firm on it.

Lindsay DeHaven something.

There's got to be an explanation.

There must be. Tom DeHaven's a good lawyer. Probably an old family friend.

Is it DeHaven's office?

It's the corner office.

May I ask who's calling?

I want you to know, Mr. DeHaven, I trust you 100%. I'll do whatever you say is

right. If that means going to jail, I... Oh, my God, Mr. DeHaven, I can't go to

jail. I would die.

Okay, Chris.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

No one said you were going to jail.

But Dad said the police have a court order to examine my bank accounts.

Believe me, son, you have a better than average chance of walking out of this.

I'll do anything, anything.

For starters, why don't you bring back Jessica Johns?

Who?

I'll see you in court.

Now get out of here before I bite your head off.

Figured your back would go up as soon as you found out that we're representing

the Wyatt boy.

But if you put it in perspective, I've known Emerson Wyatt all my life. We do

corporate law. We've done business, a lot of business.

Yeah, but you put me in a very embarrassing situation, Tom. You know,

of interest.

I can't very well be working for the prosecutor to be working for you, too,

I? Well, I should think that it can be finessed.

Although, frankly, I didn't expect that it would ever get this far.

You confuse me. What do you mean, get this far?

Well, I didn't expect young Wyatt to get himself involved with a type like this

spender. That's not what you said. You said you didn't expect it to get this

far. Which means to me that you knew Christopher Wyatt before.

Now, when was it?

Last night? This morning? When? All right, all right. I should know better.

His father called me this morning.

Before your breakfast with the DA?

That's right.

You know, this morning when you came to my office, the cop in me said, hey, cop

in me.

Something stinks.

I mean, along with the Linux maneuvers.

I knew I'd come to my office in the morning.

I figured that somebody was tampering with my investigation.

Ah, come on. We wanted you months ago, Theo.

But the situation accelerated the negotiations, right?

I see.

No, you don't see. Now, look, you... How much did Emerson and Wyatt pay to Mr.

Spender in order to take the rap for the whole thing? You're confusing the

issues, Theo.

Yeah, well, why don't you humor me and tell me?

How much?

$150 ,000 for every year he sits.

Oh, that's a bargain.

It is.

It's quite a bargain for a young man's life. I don't have to tell you about

prison, Theo.

That boy would die in prison.

He's not a boy. He's a man.

A full -grown man and responsible for seven deaths.

Ah, wait.

Now, nothing has been proven.

And one of the people he killed is a girl that I knew.

Jessica John's the prostitute.

No.

Jessica John's the child.

I don't understand.

I didn't expect you to.

What's to gain by destroying Chris Wyatt?

Oh, he made a mistake, all right.

A mistake he's going to regret for the rest of his life.

But he's not an ordinary young kid.

He's... This is the son of Emerson Wyatt.

And all we got to do is pay off Billy Spender, and we live happily ever after,

right? Look, I'll do anything in my power to save a client.

That's the name of the game.

I do my best, and that's what makes me best. Good for you.

But that's not my idea of law, and that's not my idea of justice.

I think I'm a better judge of what constitutes justice.

The American boy and so -and -so and he, he.

Greetings to the Honorable Thomas DeHaven. Hey, look.

You were my hero, too.

And then the walls came tumbling down.

Now, by my urging, Judge Mallory is going to look into the records of

Wyatt. And if there are any sizable amounts of money that are suddenly

disappearing, he's going to know where and when and why and like that.

And as for Mr. Spender, he's going to know, too.

Before the trial.

You're... Trying to bluff me.

You poor, dumb cop.

I wouldn't know how to bluff you.

Because I'm just a poor, dumb cop.

Stay in the force, Kojak.

Or live off your pension.

But don't try to get a job on the outside.

I got a job to Haven and don't you forget it.

And whatever you do, don't you so much as double park anywhere near Manhattan

South. Because you'll get a hee -hee and a hee -hee and a gritty you'll never

forget.

Counselor.

Oh, what are you doing here?

Oh, well, how about I'm having my shoes fixed? What happened with DeHaven?

Oh, I don't know.

I quit or I got fired.

Or maybe I just got homesick.

Besides that, you can't do without me. Are you kidding?

My charm, my warm personality.

Absolutely.

Listen, if someone offered to buy you dinner and you had a choice, what would

be, Chinese or Greek?

You know, the last time somebody offered to buy me a free meal, it turned out to

be a Trojan horse.

Ha!

Well, what'll it be, Chinese or Greek?

You call that a choice? I mean, with a name like Theodorus Kojak?

All right, Chinese.