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All right, the killer came through that door.

Tonight on Kojak.

He was scared, man. Eyes like ghosts. Is that supposed to frighten me?

Those people use people like you for cannon fodder. Don't you understand

That is an armor piercing round. It'll turn a bulletproof vest into spaghetti.

We've got to stop those weapons.

People have been killed.

I think she's the only way into this.

You wouldn't do that because it would put her in great danger. Molly, get

What do you think?

Well, what do I think?

You're my favorite cop.

How are you doing?

Does your smile feel like it's painted on yet?

Only when I stop.

We'll try and keep it in place a little bit longer.

Please, okay?

Good boy.

Now you lose your mother, maybe you should be spoiled a little.

Okay. Wait till you see what we've got for you.

Get the flowers, Lon. Okay.

I want you to take a look at this.

His name is Garrett Fitzsimmons.

And don't call him Gary.

I won't.

Unless he calls me Betty.

Well, I just find it hard to believe that those boys came from middle class

homes. Garrett, you've been monopolizing Chief Morris.

Roger. The only thing I monopolize these days is my chair at the club.

I don't believe that for a minute. Believe it. It's true.

This is Inspector Kojak.

Inspector. An honor.

My pleasure.

Chief. Theo. You're going to come with me. And you, Garrett, try not to be

overbearing. I'm sure Inspector Kojak can take good care of himself.

Gosh, he makes me feel like one of those gargoyles. What's the name of that

church? St. John the Divine.

An inspector for a chief of detectives? Is that a fair trade?

Not unless you think the Indians got enough beats for Manhattan.

My daughter Molly, Inspector. Apparently 20 years of the world's finest schools

have not erased all traces of the potato patch.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Molly.

Don't mind my father. Beneath the gruff exterior lies a heart of steel.

Oh? Especially where money is concerned.

No, seriously, Inspector.

I really would like to know why I should go and badger my friends to make

contributions to the police athletically.

Daddy, give the man a break.

I'm only asking a question.

Blunt. Well, blunt. I'm sure the inspector's used to it.

It's part of my catechism.

Well, the police athletically... It gives kids an extra shot, Mr.

They offer athletics, arts programs, daycare.

Last year...

50 ,000 kids came through their programs.

Well, you have done your homework.

See, Molly, bluntness has its own rewards.

And speaking of rewards, whatever happened to my drink?

They're out of bitters. Out of bitters?

Time was, Inspector, when children would take care of their parents.

Are you, um... Just fine, thank you.

So will I be, as soon as I find the bitters.

Excuse me.

Every minute of his life.

And mine.

So, you're a cop.

Every minute of my life.

Tell me about it.

Well, that's why they need to be kept in a human atmosphere. Now, trust me,

Billy.

You think I don't believe you?

You're the flower guy.

I'll be?

Why, sure.

Can I get next to you?

You ought to bring her in sometime.

Let her see them when they're really fresh.

Sure.

You gonna tell me what kind of flowers I'm gonna get or what? Okay, okay.

Austro -meria.

Austro -meria?

Yeah. Get up. Got them on Tuesday, first of the season. Oh, man, oh, man. Dora's

going to love those.

Austro -Ameria?

What? What's the matter?

In the section, he ran off with a collection plate.

Are you kidding? That actually happened?

It's a good story.

Funny thing.

We couldn't find anybody to testify against the guy.

The pastor told his congregation, don't say a word.

You know, he was afraid of bad publicity.

Not that there would have been any.

You must have had a long day.

But it's ended well.

Thank you.

I know a place in the village.

It's cramped, has the atmosphere of a laundromat, and the best draft beer in

city.

And?

You tell stories, I buy.

Oh.

Does this place have pickled eggs?

Are you kidding?

Oh, good, because I hate pickled eggs.

Oh, somehow I don't think that could wake up Cole. There's a phone right

Yeah, Hamilton, what do you got?

I live at 721 East 44.

Yeah, I got it.

I'm on my way.

No stories, huh?

You don't want to hear this one.

Falco. He's the boss now.

Inspector.

What have you got?

Not much. Went down around 6 .30, right before opening.

Perpetrator cleaned out the cash register.

The cooks and dishwasher don't speak English. Paco knows a little Vietnamese.

He thinks they heard the shots.

But all he knows is they're really scared.

You knew him?

Yeah.

I knew him.

Sorry.

Look, notify the chaplain to meet me here, okay?

I don't want him going to the house without me.

I figured, what the hell? I'm not doing anything.

What are you doing here?

I... I mean, why are you here?

I don't know. You follow someone halfway across the city and you don't know why?

Yes.

Haven't you ever done something just because you felt like it? No, I haven't.

Police officer.

Beat it, kid.

Can I ask what happened?

A cop got killed.

Oh, I feel like... I thought that it would be fun.

I'm sorry.

Look, I'm a good listener.

Hold it.

Well, maybe you'd better stick around.

These streets get dangerous this time of night.

Yeah.

I know.

This is flower

night.

I mean, that's why I'm all dressed up. It's so silly. You think after all...

Deep years, I wouldn't get so excited, but I do.

You see, Maddie gets flowers from this restaurant.

And, you know,

they're all table arrangements.

And I get all dressed up.

And he gets a bath.

A bottle of wine.

Dora, it's okay.

It'll be all right.

Find who did this, Theo.

Find them.

I will.

You check this whole area? Every inch? Every inch.

But don't sweat it. They probably rolled into a crack somewhere.

We'll find them. Yeah. Stick with it, huh?

You're not leaving, are you? No.

Glad to hear it.

Boss.

What have you got?

Well, it looks like a robbery that went bad, but I don't know.

Things don't add up.

Tell me.

Well, the way I figure it, perpetrator comes in, surprises Mattingly and the

owner. His name's Billy Wong.

Mattingly goes for his gun.

Guy takes the cash and takes off.

What doesn't add up?

Why'd he kill them both?

I mean, Mattingly went for his gun, but Wong was unarmed.

Why'd he shoot him?

Well, maybe he didn't want to be ID'd.

Maybe, but... Go ahead, I was saying.

We can't find the shells.

You mean the shooter picked them up?

I don't know.

I mean, why'd he take the time? I mean, this just makes no sense at all.

Well, unless they had a special signature.

Maybe he just didn't want us to know the weapon he used.

You think this guy's a pro?

Maybe. I mean, he kills Matty at the farm.

He picks up the shells, takes the cash to confuse us.

Makes us think robbery.

But if it wasn't, then it would be a hit.

Mattingly was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

You know, he's going to retire next year.

Poor guy.

Save it.

Save him for the bastard who killed him.

Yeah.

You're right.

Yes, look at the paint.

Anything yet from Ballistics Avenue? No, no, no, not yet, boys. All right, lean

on him. Right.

That burglary last night.

East side?

McCabe and Girard, they're up there. Does it look like it fits in with the

of them?

I'd have to say definitely.

That's verbals in 15 minutes. Where's Blake?

He's on his way. Send him in to me when he comes in.

Morning, boss.

Case sheets, appointments, and I typed your notes from your last meeting with

Commander Cordini.

This is Lieutenant Connery.

It's an honor, Inspector.

No way.

Look, I've already contributed to the lieutenant's benevolent fund.

Yeah, so have I.

It's the only way you get those guys off your back.

All right, what can I do for you? You can buy me a cup of coffee.

Good morning, T .O. Your secretary let me use your phone.

Oh, yeah, Pam.

Make sure the call goes on his charge.

And get us a couple of cups of coffee.

Come on inside.

Sit down, George.

I understand there was another eye theft last night. That's correct.

T .O., we're starting to look real bad on this one.

I got a couple of my best men on it. I know, I know, but the damn thing's like

bad dream.

The press loves it.

Cat burglars, famous art, rich victims, it's got it all.

I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I'd like you to take the case yourself, as a favor to me.

Hey, I'm on a cop killing.

I know how you feel about Mattingly.

I know you'd like to handle it yourself.

You're damn right I want to handle it.

Wait a minute.

Are you telling me that you can't stand a little heat because a couple of fat

cats lost something off their walls?

A cop lost his life.

53 years old.

You'd think I'd have learned that easy is a word for fools.

Connor?

Lieutenant Connor.

He's from Internal Affairs.

Tell him.

Billy Huang.

was the nephew of Duan Tu.

Now, Tu is... I know who Tu is.

Of course you do. I'm sorry.

Look, Inspector, I know Mattingly was a friend of yours.

Now, where'd you guys come here, to dance or to talk?

IAD has had Mattingly under investigation for the last four months.

Are you kidding?

Investigation for what?

He was in business with Tu.

Billy Huang was the intermediary.

What kind of business?

We're not sure.

Wait a minute.

Are you saying that Mattingly was a crooked cop?

And what kind of a joke is this?

It's no joke, Theo.

Then what the hell is it?

I mean, Mattingly was a lot of things, but he wasn't dirty.

I mean, if anything, he was so clean, he squeaked.

And anybody who's been on the job for any length of time knows it.

And I resent your damn accusation, Lieutenant.

You can resent it all you want, Theo.

It's IAD's case. They started it, they'll finish it.

I want you to give anything you've got on the murder to Connor.

And then I want you to take personal charge of the art thefts. And stop by

set of last night's score, will you? We need some visibility, Theo.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, sure, George. I know what you mean.

That I .A .D., Lieutenant Connor.

I want to know who he is.

I .A .D. You know they can put you into a world of hurt.

Is that supposed to frighten me, Detective?

No, it's supposed to help you see beyond whatever it is that's got you so upset.

Well, I appreciate your concern.

Now, what do you know about this latest art theft?

A Ming Dynasty vase.

You know the address?

I thought you grew up in a place like this. You kidding me? It's too small.

Who was it?

A guy by the name of Garrett Fitzsimmons.

What's going on here?

I mean, one day I don't know you, the next day you're every place I go.

Well, perhaps the gods have plans for us.

Here, come on in.

Come in.

I kept it here.

15th century Ming vase.

15th century.

That's from Chengua's reign.

Yes. Yes, it was.

It meant a great deal to me.

I'm sure the police are going to do everything they can, Danny. Please don't

patronize me, Molly.

I'm not patronizing you. Why is it so hard for you? Look, I know how much that

vase meant to you, and I'm trying to...

Forget it. Molly tends to dramatize.

Would you excuse us a moment?

We'll talk later.

This vase was my wife's favorite piece. Now that it's gone, there's less to

remind me of her. I understand.

All right, talk to them both.

They're going to say we've already been questioned, but do it again.

What's the matter?

Don't you believe the gods have plans for you? Of course I do.

I just want to make sure that their plans coincide with mine.

Wait a minute.

We have a case here.

Well, you better get to work.

It's a terrible tragedy, Inspector.

He was a hell of a detective.

Had, what, six months before he was going to put in his papers?

Yeah, give or take.

You mind telling me what you had him on, Commander?

Matty?

He was working an assault case.

I was giving him the gravy, him being so close to retirement. You know what I

mean? Yeah.

All right, thanks for your help.

No problem.

Uh, by the way, you know anything about Matty being under investigation?

I was hoping that would go away.

What do you know about it?

Nothing. Come on.

You can tell me.

A couple weeks ago, a guy from IAD was by, named Donner, something like that.

He asked a few questions, and he left.

That's all I know.

Okay, thanks.

The M .O. at the Fitzsimmons place is the same as all the others. This guy's a

real pro.

First he takes out the alarm system, then he boosts one very select piece and

leaves. He always takes the best in the house.

That Ming vase was worth, um, one and a half million at auction.

But on the black market, who knows?

I still can't figure it out.

There have been four scores, all in the last month.

How do you sense well -known paintings, art objects? Who buys this stuff if you

can't display it? Isn't that why they're paying us? To find out?

Yeah.

But, uh... Fitzsimmons is a

philanthropist. He spends his time giving money away to worthy causes,

foundations, that sort of thing.

Only controversial thing he's ever done is to help keep Ollie North's coffers

full for the Contras.

Buy a missile for Ollie, that sort of thing.

He almost got called in on the congressional hearing.

And the daughter?

Nothing remarkable.

College, married, divorced.

She moved back in with her old man when her mother died.

Spends her time as a volunteer for various social causes.

That's pretty much it.

McCabe and Gilardi want to know if you want them to stay on the art case.

Why wouldn't I want them to stay on the case?

Well, uh, we are on it now, and...

No, they just... They just figured it's your case.

Look, boss.

I know that Mattingly's murder has got you... He was a friend.

And now they're saying he's dirty.

Maybe the best thing might be to just let it go.

I mean, what... Man, I feel pretty stupid doing this.

What is it you're doing, detective?

I'm trying to help.

You've been given a direct order by the chief of detectives to stay off that

case. What am I doing?

I'm covering my butt.

The hell with this.

Blake.

Come here.

You know, I don't know you very well.

But one thing I do know.

You don't cover your butt.

Buddha taught us that suffering can end only with mental and moral self

-purification.

Many people have said that Billy Huang and your friend were killed because

was involved with his uncle in a Vietnamese crime syndicate.

You don't agree.

I knew Billy.

I knew him very well. We were... I understand.

He hated his uncle.

He thought that too made all Vietnamese look bad. He wouldn't even let him eat

in the restaurant.

You said over the phone that you saw the killer. Can you describe him?

He was a tall man.

His face was covered with a kind of mask used to keep away the cold.

Ski mask?

He pointed his gun at your friend and said...

Con -gal.

Then he shot him, and then Billy.

Before he shot him, what did he say?

Con -gal.

He said, con -gal.

So, was Billy mopped up or was he not?

You don't believe her?

Well, if Billy was clean.

Mattie was the one who was hit.

Why haven't I heard from anyone?

I mean, it doesn't have to be the mayor.

Somebody. A cop.

Pay some attention to him.

You mean nobody from the department has come around?

No.

Oh, a lieutenant came.

Oh, do you remember his name? Yeah, I think it was... Connor.

Connor.

So, has anybody been threatening Maddie that you know of?

No. Why?

Well, I'm trying to figure it out.

What was he working on? Have you any idea?

Could it have been anything special?

Yes.

What?

Well, he didn't talk much about his work. I mean, we had an agreement. No

talk at home.

I think it was one of the reasons our marriage lasted.

But you could tell he was excited.

Oh, what did he say? Can you remember?

He said they were going to pin a medal on him.

I remember that.

Well, what else?

Nothing else, really.

That's all he said.

But I knew he was... He was charged up, you know what I mean?

Yeah.

How did he spend his time off?

Oh, the usual.

Go to the ballgame, pot around the yard.

His last day off, we went to the Brooklyn Museum.

Does this sound like Matty? Yeah, well, you know I love those things.

Looking at pictures.

He said he wanted to go.

For my last birthday, he even brought me two prints.

Can you believe it?

And he bought this book about understanding art.

Is that right?

They're going to put him down the way they should, aren't they?

Of course.

He gave 35 years of his life to that job.

They just can't drop him into the ground like a piece of... Tora, there will be

a ceremony, I promise.

Now, look, mind if we take a look at that art book, if we can come by the

I was looking for it.

He must have taken it to work.

You mean they didn't bring back his effects?

Nothing.

Who cleaned it up? Internal Affairs. They took everything.

Evident.

Do you know who from Internal Affairs?

Some lieutenant named Connor.

When?

Same night.

Night Maddie bought it.

Inspector Kojak's office.

Oh, uh, good morning, sir.

Uh, good afternoon to you.

Uh, no, sir, he isn't. Blake!

Blake!

Uh, I'm not sure, sir.

Uh, he didn't tell me, sir, but Detective Blake is here. I'm sure that

It's Chief Morris. He wants to talk to the boss.

Yeah?

Hello, sir. This is Detective Blake.

Yes, sir.

Um, he's on the art case now, sir.

Yes, sir.

I'll give him that message.

Thank you, sir.

I have an appointment with Inspector Kutcher.

Hi. Hi.

Um, he's not here right now.

I don't seem to have you on the list.

Well, I'm early. I'll just... Why don't you take a seat here?

And he'll be back any minute now.

Okay.

So, how long have you known the boss?

Ma 'am.

Did Blake come up with Carr's file yet?

I'm surprised.

Huh?

Oh. What are you doing here?

Stories. Stories.

Ah, lunch.

Molly, look, you know, something came up. And you're busy.

Yeah. Do you mind some other time? Not at all.

But it's going to cost you. Oh?

Big time.

Big time.

I'll pay the price.

All right.

Blake is in your office.

Hmm?

Blake is in your office.

What did you find out about Connor?

You didn't mean that, did you?

You really want me to dig into an IED, Lieutenant?

Have we got a breakdown of communication here?

Look, boss, I just thought you were blowing off some steam.

You still have that friend in personnel?

Sure, I do. Then I would appreciate it if you used him.

Question.

What if Mattingly does turn out to be dirty?

Answer, he won't.

Next question.

By the way, did you know that Mattingly was developing an interest in art?

Better get a hold of that friend of mine.

Remember, Inspector, you ordered me to do this, okay?

Ordered me.

Don't worry about it.

How's the kid?

Hey, he's terrific, Inspector.

Still plays with that mitt you took him when he was in the hospital. Oh, yeah?

Here we go.

K -33.

I can give you five minutes, Inspector.

Thanks a lot.

Leo? Yeah?

Where's his memo book from October to December?

It ain't here.

And I'll tell you how come it ain't here. Because I never got it.

Are you sure?

Inspector, I don't screw up like that.

There's no memo book logged in from October 89 to December 89.

Inspector Kojak, I came as soon as I heard you were here.

Sorry I had to wait.

No problem. I was in the neighborhood and I thought I... I'm glad you did.

Please.

With all due respect, Inspector, this is my case.

Oh?

He was my friend, Lieutenant.

Detective Mattingly was on two's payroll.

Every week he walked out of the Huey dynasty with a bouquet of flowers.

And an envelope.

Oh? He was being paid off.

What for?

We think he was looking the other way, lending two runners rackets.

We think?

I'm a cop.

Not a speculator.

Mattingly had a Swiss bank account.

There's almost $50 ,000 in it.

I got up off a bank account in your name, Lieutenant.

Meaning what?

Just pointing out a fact.

I mean, you cleaned out Mattingly's locker yourself, did you?

That's routine procedure.

You're pretty dedicated.

With all due respect, I don't... You live on Staten Island?

Yet you leave your home, and you go to Mattingly's squad room the night he was

murdered.

Correct? Yes.

And you're the only one who went through his belongings?

Yes. Why is that so hard to understand? He was being investigated.

No, it's not.

What's hard to understand is how you knew he'd been murdered.

Must have heard it on my radio on the way home.

I have a scanner in my car.

Lieutenant.

Giving out a cop's name on the radio?

Is that a new procedure I'm not familiar with?

I couldn't get a copy of the file. It's too dangerous.

It's classified.

Damn. But I read it.

Hmm. Connor went to internal affairs from emergency services.

He was a big expert on security systems.

He was flint.

He was dirty.

All I know is they gave him a choice.

Work in internal affairs or find another career.

You do not sound happy. Get a book.

And that's what I've been doing, Chief.

The hell it is, Theo. You've been sticking your nose into the Mattingly

business. Mattingly was working on the art thefts.

You know what the interesting thing is?

He didn't tell anybody about it.

And why is that, George?

I have a feeling you're going to tell me.

Because one of the bad guys was a cop.

A cop who was in a position to do him an awful lot of harm.

If he knew that Mattingly was on to him, he wanted a dirty cop.

His name spelled Connor.

That's the serious allegation, Inspector.

Murder is a serious crime, Chief.

Yeah? Well, think about that before you accuse people just so you can clear

Mattingly. Do you really think that's what I'm doing?

I wish I knew what the hell you're doing.

Connor's footprints are all over this thing.

Evidence, Theo. You ever heard of it? Yeah, I've heard of it. And I know it

I see it. And it points right at Connor.

That's all circumstantial.

Everything. The locker.

Questioning the widow?

Everything that you've mentioned is exactly what a thorough cop does.

Does a thorough cop steal evidence?

You don't know that. There is no reason to assume that Connor has the memo book.

He was the only one who had it.

If it was in Mattingly's locker, I want you to drop it.

And I want you to apologize to Connor.

Now. And I want to hear it.

I'm going to have my secretary place the call and we'll conference. Do you

understand me, Inspector?

Lieutenant Connor, this is Chief Morris.

I have someone on the line who would like to talk to you. Thank you, Chief.

Inspector.

Kojak.

Theo, damn it!

Connor's a dirty cop.

I don't give a damn what you have to do, Theo. Just find out what the hell is

going on. You'd dump everything else. Who the hell would do this?

Who would assassinate a police officer in his office?

You'd better figure out what you're going to tell those piranhas.

The press are going to eat us alive on this one. It depends what you tell them.

You know, if they figured that Connor did himself in, it might give us a

breathing room.

Yeah.

Inspector, we know where the shot came from. We found this.

Pretty strange, huh?

See if Ballistics knows what it is. Yeah.

That's what he used.

It must have been something powerful.

It went through a quarter inch of steel on the back of this chair.

Well, let's do the best we can. That's all we're going to do.

Give me the number of that stuff from the garage.

Guy says it's over here.

I had a taste for the fast lane.

There's nothing much in there. All right, open the trunk.

Woo!

Somehow, I don't think Connor used this stuff to change flats.

It's not a very secure place to keep a gun.

We'll have to find out if it fired the slugs that killed Mattingly.

You think Connor killed Mattingly?

No.

No, I think it's a little more complicated than that.

Yeah, but what is it?

I know, I know, I know.

I'm the detective.

Maybe, one of these days.

Now, you take this gear down to the lab.

I think we've found our silk stocking bandit.

This is what he used to figure out what he wanted to lift, huh?

Hello.

No, he had a better source than that.

Hey, where are you going to be in case?

On a date.

On a date?

Oh, yes. They were a very unusual couple.

32 years of marriage, and she was still my father's life.

It was difficult.

Very. Difficult. She died. My father lost interest in everything.

His work, everything.

He even stopped going to the club, which for my father is something.

He spent so much time there, they ought to name it after him.

That's when you moved in?

I thought he was going to die.

I literally had to beg him to eat.

So, how did you get him interested in living again?

Genealogy.

No, it's true. I got him interested in his Irish roots.

I don't believe this. I have been telling you my life story for the past

hours, and I haven't learned one thing about you. How do you do it?

Well, I like to listen.

You know, it seems that you two have a very interesting relationship.

Interesting? I don't know what it is.

When my mother died...

I thought there might be room for me.

It didn't happen.

Hey, I can't be a substitute father, Molly.

Hey, I'm auditioning a storyteller, not a father.

Good girl.

All right.

Thank you.

Oh, by the way, we found the art thief.

You did?

He was a cop.

The thief?

Not your friend?

No, no, no, no.

Always a detective, huh? You wanted to see my reactions, didn't you?

All I'm interested in is your friendship.

Is that so hard to understand?

Poor Theo.

Everyone's a suspect, aren't they?

Now, who's ever on the driver's seat on this one has got it sealed, airtight.

Do you think this could be some kind of insurance thing, like for ransom?

Yeah, except no one's contacted the insurance company. Yeah, right.

Okay, how about the galleries?

Same, nothing.

We're feeding the names of all the gallery owners into the computers as we

them out, see if they match up with anything from the Conner investigation.

Stay with it. Page.

Ballistics says that Matty and Juan were killed with a .451 Daytonics Magnum.

That's a 1911 -style semi -automatic, nine -pound recoil. It's a hot dog gun.

Yeah, or a hitman's. No wonder he picked up the shells. He knew we'd pick a

probe out of gun signature.

Nothing back on what counter was hit with. Uh, boss, that reporter's on the

phone again.

All right, tell him I'll call him back, but don't say when.

Don't be smart.

All right, Hamilton.

Anything new on Fitzsimmons or his daughter?

Not much.

Fitzsimmons' neighbor thinks he's a pain. He's always soliciting for this

that. She's a volunteer for the museum. She works as a guide, which means she

knows art.

You think she's a player?

Well, she stays on the list until we're sure.

Now, Matty's memo book doesn't show much.

But it does show that he was watching a bar called the Emerald Green Pub.

And he also logged Connor going into it on five different dates.

On three of those dates, That's when the art thefts went down. Do you think the

Boris has dropped for the art?

I'm going to find out.

In the meantime, uh... Oh.

In a memo book.

Last entry, Medellin.

With a question mark.

The drug cartel.

Those guys use cops for target practice.

We look like we don't fit in.

I wonder why.

Hey, I went to all the right school.

Yeah? Yeah.

We're looking for a friend.

Hey, fellas.

The officers are looking for a friend. We don't have any.

Anything else?

Yeah, if you wouldn't mind.

Hey, officer, anything I can do to help? Oh, that's very nice.

Would you mind tell me if you recognize the man in that picture?

No, I'd never seen him before.

Once again.

Like I said, I'd never seen him before.

We want to thank you very much, all right? I mean, you've been a great help.

Anytime.

I got a make on the bartender.

What are you going to tell me? You're going to keep it a secret.

His name's Tink Cahill.

Small change burglar. He was paroled from Rikers eight months ago.

Paco get anything on the bar?

A paper chase.

He's trying to run it down.

But so far it looks like the Emerald Green pub belongs to the lawyer.

Oh.

There's our man.

Nice to see you again, Mr. Cahill.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Well, you know, you were so helpful this afternoon that Detective Blake and I

thought you'd welcome the opportunity to be good citizens.

Well, well, well, would you look at this. What a surprise.

Carry a sealed weapon.

That's not a nice thing.

I mean, and it's also a parole violation.

Take a good look at you.

You don't understand something, man. This is a bad dude. I mean, a bad, bad

dude. Guess what?

You don't understand.

I mean, you're in serious difficulty.

What do you mean?

The gun charge on top of parole violation.

You're looking at a lot of time.

No gun charge, no parole violation?

That's the deal.

Kojak? You heard the man.

Okay.

That dude used to come in, and he'd meet with this other guy who's about my

height, maybe 160, blonde hair, steel -rimmed glasses,

45, 50.

They'd talk, then he'd split.

Always short talks, real intense, like something heavy was going down.

Was he carrying anything?

Packages, anything?

Nothing, just talk.

Tell me about steel glasses.

He was scary, man.

Eyes like ghosts.

And the old -timers, you know, they knew who he was.

Treated him like he was a big shot.

Always gave him what was in the hat.

What hat?

It was weird. On the weekends when it was crowded, one of the old -timers

pass a hat around and everybody would throw money into it.

And they would give it to the steel room glasses dude when he came in.

Hamilton.

Take care of our friend here.

Auditioning for a rhythm section, Blake?

From the pub.

Take a look.

Yeah? The slogan.

Clan Miguel.

Sound familiar?

Get the car.

All right, let me get this straight.

When the killer came through that door... Yes?

You were back here.

You saw a man, or what looked like a man, come through the door...

with a ski mask over his face.

Now you turn to see if Billy and Maddie saw the same thing you did.

Billy saw him.

Maddie turned and reached inside his coat.

Yes, inside coat, like this.

Killer raised his pistol, shouted something, and shot them. Is that right?

Good. All right, now I want you to watch this, all right?

And tell me if this is what you saw.

are you going to tell me?

Clan of Gale was a secret Irish society.

But that was a long time ago.

That gentleman is a depleted uranium armor -piercing rat.

He'll turn a bulletproof vest into spaghetti. He's fully capable of

armored personnel car.

Or taken in a helicopter with a well -placed shot.

It isn't identical to yours.

It's real close.

Where the hell did you get that from, Theo? And where'd you get yours?

Department of Defense.

Experimental. Who makes it? That you'd have to get from Defense.

Lots of luck.

In our hands, this thing will cause a lot of misery.

We got some news about the Emerald Green.

The pub? Yeah, talk.

Well, it turns out it's a meeting place for TAC.

Translation, the Aid Committee.

Now, donations range from passing the hat into the gals.

We have a list here of known members.

All these names might interest you.

You found out anything yet on the pub?

Nah, we're still digging it out from under a pile of dummy corporations.

Oh, yeah.

And the artist needs their sketch based on the bartender's description.

All right, the way I figure it kind of steals the art.

And gives it to our friend there.

For what?

Cash. How much?

Hard to say.

If he's fenced all the pieces that have been stolen so far, maybe eight,

nine hundred thousand.

That's enough for a lot of ammo.

And we're kind of dead.

Keep going.

But I may decide to keep what they got and run.

All right, Paige, you get on transportation, all right?

They got to move it, they got to carry it.

Chips, planes?

Everything, all right?

And they're probably going out of the country, but don't count on it.

I want to find out where it's going.

Hamilton, you stick with the pub, but you find out who owns it, all right?

Even if you've got a picture tent in front of the Bureau of Records.

Right.

That, uh, that entry in Mattingly's notebook, Medellin, where's that fit in?

Or maybe he figured out a connection with the drug cartel.

If he did, why don't we have it?

And what if Columbia drugs?

Had to do with Northern Ireland.

Pictures.

Pictures.

You know, I was so concerned with Dora, I couldn't see what's right in front of

my face.

He didn't really say. He just showed up with them on the night of my birthday

and said he thought I would like them.

Did he keep receipts?

Patty, no.

He might have held on to the receipt if there were evidence, if you were

building a case.

Good.

Thank you, Dora.

Theo, I'm burying him tomorrow.

Dora, uh... The ceremony.

Yeah. I know you've guessed.

Just what do they think he did?

Doesn't matter.

And what about Timmy? Supposed to grow up thinking his grandfather was some

of criminal?

You and I won't let that happen.

Doesn't change you for a minute, does it?

You still think the sun rises and sets on the department.

Well, Mighty did too.

Yeah.

So what does that make him?

He's not a dirty cop and you know it.

No, I don't know, Theo.

For all I know, he and Connor were in this together, whatever the hell this

The press would be all over us if they ever found out that we buried some cop

a hero and he turned out to be a gun runner.

Oh, George, trust me on this, okay?

It won't come back at you.

Just give the man a decent burial.

Theo, I'm chief of detectives and one of my responsibilities is the image of

this department.

And every time that image is damaged, every detective is hurt.

I'm sorry.

Sands!

Sands!

Hello, dear.

Sands.

I was beginning to think you weren't coming.

I trust the samples I gave you performed adequately.

Tomorrow, 4 .30.

Be here to take delivery.

And I never want to see either of you again.

You'll see me when I want.

Park the truck where the car is.

Then get out and leave.

Do you understand me, Deacon?

It's a good thing I like you, Inspector.

Leo, for both of us.

No.

Medellin. It's an art gallery.

Gentlemen, what you are proposing is absurd.

I don't know how you managed to obtain a warrant, but my lawyers will be looking

into it.

I sell art. Period.

We found a safe.

Oh. Well, would you mind opening it for us?

Would you like to do the honors?

You have stolen property.

Want to talk about it?

Yes, I'm sure.

That's the man.

He brought me the pieces. I arranged for their sale.

I have some very wealthy customers in Yemen.

Brunei, Colombia.

He returned when I had the cash.

He only wanted cash, used cash, except for the vase.

What about the vase?

He said it was not to be sold. He said it was some sort of joke and that

somebody would come for it.

I argued, of course. I'm not stupid.

But one doesn't argue with that man.

And he paid me well.

Naturally. You got it. I found the owner of the pub.

I never know what to expect, a friend or a cop.

Sometimes I'm not too sure myself.

Well, what'll it be today?

Just a talk?

No.

Um, have you ever heard of a bar called the Emerald Green?

Now, what would I be doing knowing a place such as that?

Well, anyway, it's headquarters for a plant to ship a deadly weapon.

Probably to somewhere in Northern Ireland.

Now, the stolen art is being used to finance the purchase of that weapon.

The art.

Why are you telling me this?

Your father owns the bar.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're not saying my father's involved in this?

You knew that Blake and I were investigating Connor.

Me? Yeah.

You overheard the conversation with my secretary about Connor. The day you

stopped in for lunch.

You're too much. You think that my father and I are involved in... No, I

you mentioned the conversation to your father, Molly.

Are you serious?

You think my father had a man killed?

My father's a philanthropist. He could never in a million years...

You've been playing games with me.

Since the moment we met.

All I ever wanted was your friendship.

Molly.

Now look, a lot of people are going to be hurt.

Your father, he's the key.

He can prevent it.

All the evidence we have is circumstantial.

But we've got to stop those weapons.

I mean, there's no time to build a solid case.

We need your help.

You need my help.

You tell me that my father has had people killed, and you want me to

that. And then you tell me you need my help?

To do what?

To arrest him?

He's my father.

And it isn't we.

It's you.

You need my help.

What do you think?

What do I think?

I think she may be the only way into this.

And I also think I feel like hell.

Excuse me, ma 'am, but this is a private club.

Ma 'am?

Ma 'am?

Ma 'am?

Molly, that is absurd.

It is absurd, and it is offensive.

Yes, yes, it is offensive.

And it's also the truth, and I'm responsible. I'm the one who got you

in it.

Interest in our heritage does not constitute support for terrorists.

He was right, isn't he?

You've been using me, Daddy. I was the one who told you they were investigating

Connor. Why? Because you asked.

Like all your other questions.

How's the case going now?

What sort of man is the Kojak? What's he doing now? And you used me to help

steal the art, too, didn't you?

After I'd come home from a cocktail party or dinner, you always found a way

ask about the art.

Did they have any new pieces?

Where were they hung?

Molly, I never... Are you going to lie to me again?

How much does Kojak know?

Oh, Molly.

I never intended for it to turn out like this. I got interested in where our

ancestors came from. I wanted to help. What these people are doing is

Those people use people like you for cannon fodder. Don't you understand

I suppose I... I thought

I was being so clever.

I met Connor through TAC, and we both thought it would be so funny

to take from all my wealthy friends who refused to contribute.

And it was funny. It was exciting.

And then Connor heard about some experimental ammunition.

And somebody, I don't know who, I don't want to know, somebody sent a man over

and suddenly people were dying.

God, this is crazy.

What is going on?

Daddy, this isn't right.

All my life I've spent writing checks, giving money to other people so they

could make a difference. Well, I wanted to make a difference. I wanted to live.

Instead of watching my life go by.

But people have been killed.

I know.

I know.

You couldn't have talked to me, could you?

That might have been admitting that you needed me.

Would you have agreed to help?

It sure would have been nice to have been asked.

What are you going to do?

I'm not a young man, Molly.

I don't want to spend what years I have left in prison.

I don't give a damn.

The game is over. I want you to walk away from it. Leave.

I'm afraid it's a bit late for that, friend.

No, no, I think we'll stay a little longer if you don't mind.

Well, I do mind.

The police... The police know nothing.

They're pushing.

They're trying to make something happen. They haven't got anything.

If they did, you'd be talking to a liar, not me.

You're the one responsible for this. You're the one who had Connor steal the

vase from my home. You should have talked to me first.

We took the vial to deflect all suspicion from you.

It was a precaution.

Now, aren't you going to thank me for saving it for you?

Well, it was a very foolish thing to do.

No, you have a choice.

Leave, or I tell them the location.

No,

Mr. Fitzsimmons, you wouldn't do that.

Because it would put your daughter in a great deal of danger.

Vital link.

You have the information the police need to stop us.

And you know, I think you should give it to them.

Yes, sir. Just a minute.

Inspector.

Hello?

Here, Chief.

No, no, no. It's not enough.

We need every emergency service unit.

I got a guy who's heard about... Of course it's precautionary. ...a missing

of specifications.

Some munitions plans in Maryland.

Nobody wants to admit it. I know we don't know.

Somebody's freelancer, right? Making the bullets in a garage. Who knows?

Get on the horn of Pippin.

You tell him to call in even if Fitzsimmons opens a window.

You got it. Yeah.

Inspector, Molly, line three.

I thought a lot about what you said yesterday, and I had a long talk with my

father. Well, thank you.

He's innocent, Inspector.

He had nothing to do with the art sets, and even to think about him in those

terms is dumb.

Molly.

What?

I've got someplace to go, and it's important to me.

Would you mind going along with me?

So we take comfort in the certainty that Edward Mattingly is free, is home at

last, safe in the bosom of our Lord.

Amen.

He helped me get through this.

This is fine, really.

Don't worry about the other ceremonies.

It doesn't matter anymore.

It matters.

Molly, if we let those weapons get away from us, this could be repeated for

hundreds of other families.

Come on.

Is keeping your father out of jail worth all that?

How do you sleep at night?

From the day we met, you have used me to solve your case.

I made a friend who asked for help.

Only because I ran out of options.

Asking him was the last thing I ever wanted to do.

When I was a little girl, my father was never a demonstrative man. Nobody in my

family was, really.

Anyway, I was playing in the park, and this boy pushed me off the slide,

and I fell and cut my knee on a piece of glass.

And there was a lot of blood. I was very scared.

So I ran home.

And my father saw my knee.

And he grabbed me.

And he held me so tightly I could hardly breathe.

And he held me all the way to the doctor's office.

All the equipment inside goes.

I want it broken down and out of here in two hours.

This place should look like we've never been near it.

She's home.

And she knows you're there.

Oh, yeah.

All right, sit tight.

She's coming up the steps now.

You will be convincing.

I'd be glad to help.

I didn't want to face you. I thought I could find something and an address.

Oh, God, what is this doing to us? Daddy, you have got to tell the police

the ammunition is. A lot of people are going to be killed if you don't.

They're right out front.

I'll go tell them, and then we'll call our lawyer.

We can make it through this.

You're right.

It's being delivered to an old warehouse on Pier 71, near the service road.

It's done.

Good.

Now have yourself a drink and don't worry about a thing.

And thanks for all the help, friend.

Got it.

You really think she's on board?

Well, if she's not, we're out of luck. Let's go.

Molly?

I love you very much.

You do?

Yes, I do.

Why has it taken so many years to do that?

Oh, God.

I don't know.

I suppose... Oh, I never realized what a coward I am. You're not a coward!

I'm very proud of you.

Well, you shouldn't be. You see, Molly... I gave them the wrong address.

Please don't think you love me. They said they would... I was so afraid.

It's a trap.

It's a trap. Oh, no, it's only a diversion. Give me the real address.

Give me the damn address.

It's an old refinery I found for them at the end of Dexter. But, Molly, Molly,

don't go to the pier.

What do you think?

I don't like the car.

Explosives? Well, why the hell else would they keep the car in play view

that? All right, look.

You find them and keep their hands in sight.

Let's go.

Oh no!

Police! Drop it!

Falling!

Get down!

I got the right address.

I got the right address.

Where is it?

Here it is.

I'm sorry.

You did good, kid.

It's all over.

Let's get out of here.

You just stay right here, Deke.

Why?

Because I don't trust you.

What's the location?

The end of Dexter Street.

How many? Three.

Okay, get that truck out of here. It's full of live ammo.

Yo, move that truck out!

This is

Kojak. I'm en route. Tell me what you got in place.

We've got a tactical unit and a couple of squad cars.

What about the perpetrators?

They haven't been down.

Let him go, Blake.

Look, boss.

Let him go, detective.

Move away, detective.

I'm not afraid to die.

What about all those people who died because of somebody's worthy cause?

And what about Detective Mattingly, who didn't have a chance?

And the innocent people, were they afraid?

Whatever a man is worth in the sight of God, that he is and no more.

We're here today to honor the memory of Edward Philip Mattingly.

He was a member of that thin blue line which separates society from chaos.

He was a policeman He was

my friend

Thank you.