All language subtitles for 1x22 - The Only Way Out

You go in for those?

No, but my kid does,
so I pretend to.

And you're Mr. Gallant?
Yes.

Um, signed.
Uh...

Let's, uh, find some shade.

I feel a little bit too visible
out here.

Who signed it?
Not just some flunky?

Nope. Somebody high up
in the D.A.'s office.
Mm.

And it's everything
Arnold March asked for.

Your client gets total assurance
he won't be prosecuted,

assistance in relocating
under a new name.

Plus he ends 10 years as a fugitive,
and he stays out of jail.

Well, there are worse hazards
than jail.

Well, he's getting out of
a $25-million embezzlement rap...

in exchange for a handful of documents
and a few depositions against the others.

Where's the hazard?
The "others."

He's pulling the rug out of
a fairly large crowd of old friends.

Frankly, I counseled Arnold
to stay in Brazil.

At least, if he died there,
it would be, uh,

in style
and of natural causes.

Do you think these old friends
might go to extremes?

Well, if they do or they don't,
it's not your problem, Mr. Hecht.

I pick up March at the airport,
bring him to the meeting place...

so he can go over the D.A.'s letter
with you.

And three minutes later,
you're in the police station with him.

Nobody will have a beef against you
for being the go-between,
and you're $20,000 richer.

Meanwhile, there are only
three people in the D.A. 's office
who know about this,

so I'm not worried about a leak.

Nice job.
Well, thank you.
Let me ask you a question.

I don't want to sound ungrateful.
I can use the money.

But this wasn't a very complicated matter.
Why didn't you handle it yourself?

Ah.

Because some of those old friends
are my clients.

I can't appear to be a part of this.

I have a certain loyalty to Arnold,
but it does not extend as far as my life.

Clear?
Got it?
Anyway, it is an honor.

- Well, maybe we can do it again
in a slightly more pleasant atmosphere.
- I look forward to it.

When my messenger comes
with the cash this afternoon,
you come with him.

Oh, and, Simon, I beg you.

- Nobody must know I'm involved.
- Nobody will.

Sixteen, 17, 18, 19,

20,000.

So, it's after 5.00, Mr. Hecht.

Now, Gallant will call me
as soon as March
goes through Customs.

You about ready?
Just one minute.

I'm calling my son, Benson.
Take it easy.

Hello?

Hi, David.
Oh. Hi, Dad.

- Everything okay?
What you doin'?
- Talkin' to you.

Listen, I have to meet
some men this evening... clients...

and it looks like
I'll be late for dinner.

How late?
Uh, could be pretty late.

Tell Melinda to fix dinner
at the regular time.

I'll get something to eat
on the way home. Okay?

Can you handle that?
Sure, I can handle it.

- When'll you be home?
- Mm, 8:00 maybe. 8:00, 8:30.

Oh, well, can I wait up?
You can wait up.

Okay?
Okay. Thanks, Dad.

Bye.
Bye.

Okay, let's go.

Okay, okay.

Yeah?

Oh, no.

And when'd you find that out?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

All right.
All right.

This is Mr. Oakes. Mr. Hecht.

How you doin'?

- How many people are in on this?
- Just enough to make sure
nothin' happens to Mr. March.

Shouldn't we be on our way
to the meeting place?

Oh, uh, Gallantjust was on the phone.
March didn't make his plane.

Gallant's on the line to Rio
trying to find out
what happened.

I don't imagine there'll be
another flight until morning.

I'll give you my home number.
You can call me.

Mr. Hecht.

Gallant prefers that you stay here
just in case something goes wrong.

That's ridiculous.
Hang around here all night?

Please, take that.
Give me a call.
Mr. Hecht.

Mr. Gallant doesn't
want you to go.

Now, we've got a bedroom in here.
You can make yourself comfortable.

Get a little hungry, we'll send out
for something to eat.

Are you crazy?
I'm expected home tonight.
Mm-mmm.

I don't believe Mark Gallant
told you to do this at all.

I don't care what you believe.
I just know what's gotta be.

Now get in here.

Good night, Mr. Hecht.

My name is David B. Hecht,
and I want to report a missing person.

Look, David, I've heard that six times
in the last five minutes.

Just because someone
doesn't show up for one night...
It isn't someone.

It's my father,
and he said he'd be home.

Hey, David, it's 9:30.
Your dad's probably home by now.

You don't look like
you could help me anyway.

Where's the commissioner's office?

Whoa.
Sorry. Are you a detective?

Do I look...
I'm the commissioner.

What's goin' on here?

Lieutenant, the kid's worried.
His dad stayed out all night,
and he thinks he's missin'.

David, maybe your mom and dad
had a fight last night.

Those things happen,
you know?
I haven't got a mom.

She's dead.

- Who do you live with?
- My father and the maid, Melissa.

She doesn't speak much English.
All she's been doing is praying...
or something like that.

- It's in Greek.
- In Greek, huh?
That can't be all bad.

When'd you speak
to your dad last?

Yesterday around 5:00.
He called from his office.

- What office?
- Hecht and Halliday,
Attorneys-at-Law.

- What'd he say when he called?
- He said that he had to meet some men
and that they were clients.

He'd be late for dinner. Have Melissa
fix the dinner at the regular time,

and he'd get something
on the way home.

See that?
That's the way to give evidence.

- You can tell that he's a lawyer's son.
- Sure.

- When did your dad tell you
he was comin' home?
- Oh, 8:00, 8:30.

Uh-huh. Do me a favor.

Go inside to the commissioner's office
right there.

Get my hat and coat
and sit down on the bench.
I'll be right with you.

Make out a DD13 on the kid.

A Missing Persons
for one night?

The kid's worried, right?
He wouldn't be here
if this happened all the time.

Check with the Information Unit,
the Central Complaints Desk,
hospitals, arrests.

Check with the morgue.

But wait till we leave.
Right now, check his office.

Hecht and Halliday.

Okay, Lieutenant.

Uh, how'd you like to take a ride
in a police car, David?

- Come on. I'll drop you off at school.
- On Saturday?

You got me. All right,
I'll take you home, okay?
Where do you live?

85 East 28th Street.
Apartment 7 B.

- Uh, sir?
- No. My name's Kojak.
Lieutenant Kojak.

I lied to you.
I'm not the commissioner,
but don't call me "sir," okay?

Come on, huh?

Greek, huh?
She any kind of a cook?
Yes, sir.

Ah, but can she make a moussaka?
And don't call me "sir."

What should I call you?
Call me, uh...

Call me irresistible.
Lieutenant.

There's nobody there, Lieutenant,
but he did call his answering service
around 5:00 yesterday.

Said he was goin' out
and he couldn't be reached.
You wanna send somebody over there?

No. I'm goin' over to the house,
and I'll call you from there.
Okay, Lieutenant.

Uh, follow me.
All right.

Gallant? Oh.

It's you. It's Irv.

No, Irv, there's no word yet.
Plane probably gets in
sometime tonight.

That makes it a 24-hour shift.
I don't like it.

I think I'm gonna pull out of this.

Oh, sure. You can say relax.
I'm the one that has to do it.

And I'm superstitious
about plans that change.

Nothing's been changed, Irv,
except the date.

You're not gonna pull out.
If word about that gets around...

It's the same thing as yesterday.

We drive Hecht over in Benson's car,
and you let us in.

- Remember to back it in, Oakes.
- Irv, do I try to tell you your job?

Maybe I'd better.

March will get out of his car
and walk in.

We let him see Hecht.

There'll be a bodyguard.

Then March goes over to Hecht
and reads the D.A. 's letter.

Then you give us all a beat
to clear out,

and then you, baby doll,
kill all three of them.

Now, can I make it
any simpler?

Hecht?
I thought you were asleep.

Did you?
You've been here all night?

Those weren't
your instructions, were they?
They were not.

- What's the idea?
- Well, it seemed kinda dumb
to have him running around town.

Somebody could put a tail on him.
So when he came back...

You were hired to take care
of an emergency in case it arose,

not to create one
to give yourself something to do.

- I'm sorry about this. Really.
- Then I can go home now?

Well, l...

I know it's a terrible inconvenience
to you, but, having been here this long,

maybe it would be wise if you stayed
until March did show up.

As I said, there may well be people
out there right now...

who are trying to figure out
how to get to him.

I did get through, by the way.
He's taking a flight that's due in
at 9:52 tonight.

- Could we step outside?
- No.

Be a lot better
if he stayed here.

Oakes knows his business, Simon.

Then can you get word to my son?
I don't wanna worry him.

- Well, of course.
- Okay. I'll write a note to him,
if that's all right, and you can deliver it.

- Do you have a pen?
- Certainly.

I'll take it to him.

Don't worry about a thing.
Thank you.

Uh, if you're hungry,
there's food in the kitchen.

Thank you.
I'll get myself something.

- No, I'll get it for you.
- That won't be necessary.
I'll fix it myself.

Look.

I come all the way over here
just to keep him from blowing his stack,
and somehow he knows everything.

- Now, how is that possible?
- I swear I don't know.

Well, you just keep him calm, Benson.

I'll call you when March arrives.

You'll get that note to my son?

- Don't worry about a thing, Simon.
Everything's under control.
- Thank you.

Does your father ever do
any work at home, David?
Yeah.

Where?
In there.

Nothing missing.

Was she praying again?
No.

No. She was just making a joke,
but don't worry about it, David.

Ajoke in Greek?
What are you, a wise guy?

Don't you think Greeks
say things funny?

Here.

- Hey, David, how long
has your mother been dead?
- Five years.

Oh. Is this the first time your pop's
stayed out all night?

Yeah. Except for the time
he went to Florida.

- When was that?
- Last month. It was on business.

Florida. Where'd he stay in Florida?
I think it was in Miami Beach.

He sent me a crate of those oranges.
Well, they're candy really.

- How long was he in Florida?
- Oh, a whole week.

During that time, Melissa, the housemaid,
she was takin' care of you?

Jerry Halliday.
That's your father's partner, right?

Yeah. But he's retired now.
He lives in Delaware.

Mm-hmm. Did your pop
have a secretary?

Yeah. He talks about her
almost every night.

Oh, yeah?
What does he say?

"That dumb Miss Rosenberg!
I wish I had the guts to fire her."

Oh. Yassou.

That's, uh, gesundheit
in a strange language.

Thank you.
That's all right.

I'm sorry to get you out of bed
at such a late hour.

You said you weren't here
at all yesterday?
That's right.

Terrible cold.
Yeah.

Well, shall we?

All right. Anything, uh...

Anything changed
since you been here last?

It's locked... the safe.
That's out of the ordinary.

Oh. Can you open it?

Oh.

This wasn't here when I left
Thursday afternoon.

"3-29-74."

"A.M." in small letters.
What does that mean?

- "Morning"?
- Oh.

10:00 a.m., huh?

- Is that your boss's handwriting?
- Yes.

- What kind oflaw does he practice?
- Wills...

Real estate transactions,
bankruptcies,

property management...

civil matters like that.
I mean, is this his usual fee
for "civil matters like that"?

- Twenty big ones?
- No.

Never that much
and never in cash.

Lieutenant Kojak, has something
happened to Mr. Hecht?

Would you put this back?
Well, so far,

the only thing
that's happened to him...

he didn't show up at home last night.

Now, Mrs. Rosenberg...
Miss.

- You're kidding.

Now, Miss Rosenberg,
what do you know about
your boss's personal life?

You know, friends,
things like that.

I suppose, by that,
you mean female friends.

All right. I mean, uh...
Forgive the image.

I mean, can you conceive of him
spending the night with somebody
without calling home?

Since his wife died,
I don't think Mr. Hecht
has spent a night away from home.

Except for the two-week vacation
in Florida.
Two-week vacation?

Well, he planned on two weeks,
but he cut it short and came back
in one week instead.

His son said he went away on business.
Did he go with somebody else?

Lieutenant Kojak,
all I know about it is...

is... Ah-choo!

Excuse me.

Oh, God love ya.

Oh. He had me buy two tickets
and make a hotel reservation
for a double room.

But he cut short his trip.
Did he say why?
No.

All right. While he was away,
did he get any phone calls,
things important like that?

I think he had three callers
who said they had to speak to him.

I gave them his number in Miami
at the Gulf Plaza Hotel.

Oh, do you have their names?
They should be on
the telephone log.

Uh-huh.
The-The telephone log.
Oh.

And, uh, the names
of his client list.

The client list.

The telephone log.
Oh.

Is there anything else?
Like the moves?

Yeah. Get to bed.
You got a cold.

Ah-Ah...
Ah-Ah...

Lieutenant.

What are you doin'here?

- Nothin'. Just waitin'.
- Just waitin' for what?

For you to find my dad.

Oh. And who's home
taking care of Melissa?

Melissa's taking care of herself.

David. You know, you're not
doin' us any good hanging around here.

Your dad could show up any minute,
and you wouldn't know about it.

What's going on?
Oh. Frank, this is Dave Hecht.

David B. Hecht, I'd like you
to meet Captain Frank McNeil.

- Nice to know you, David.
- How do you do?

What's it about?
We're just lookin' for his dad.

David, and another thing, suppose I wanted
to get in touch with you? You're the man
of the house now that he's gone.

Well, if you want
to get in touch with me,
why can't I stay here?

Because I might not be here.
That's why.

Now, listen, when I find your dad,
you are gonna be the first to know.

Before Captain McNeil knows,
I'm gonna tell you.

What do you think about that?
That's stretchin'the regs.

But you don't mind, do you, Frank?
I don't mind what?

You see? He don't mind.
So, what do you say?

Well...

Okay. But you promise?

Hey. Would I lie?

- I promise.
- Okay. But I'll be waiting.

Hey, Theo. Since I don't mind,
do I get in on it?

Oh, sure. Hey, Stavros the streaker,
anything on that Hecht Missing Persons?

Nothin' yet, Lieutenant.
I.U., Central Complaint...
we come up zilch all the way around.

You get him a Missing Persons number.
I'll give you a description for the file.
Get it on the next Teletype.

- Okay, Lieutenant.
- Crocker.

Here. I want you
to check through this client list.

I want all the names
with initials "A.M."

Match them up with the telephone log
and check the Gulf Plaza Hotel in Miami.

See who he called long-distance.
I want to know who registered
with Simon Hecht on that date.

Got it?
Got it. Got it.

Theo, do you think we ought
to handle this ourselves?

I mean, would you mind telling me
just what the hell you're working on?

I told you.
The kid's pop is a missing person.

Well, who's the kid's father,
and how long has he been missing?

His name is Simon Hecht,
he's a lawyer,

and he's been gone now, uh, all night.

All night?

You gotta be kidding.
What's the big deal?

Oh, this is the big deal.

Twenty grand in an envelope
that I left in a safe in his office.

Hecht and Halliday, Attorneys-at-Law...
50 bucks a chargeable hour.

Come on, Frank.
You know that operation.

If Simon Hecht grosses 40,000 a year,
that's a big deal.

And all of a sudden, we got 20 grand
in an envelope in his safe.

Are you suggesting he's not
a missing person on choice?

I'm suggesting
that he didn't come home...

because Hecht and Halliday
got into something so deep
that they couldn't handle it.

Now, whether it was on purpose
or by mistake... either way.

Lieutenant, those three calls
are pegged "Referred to Miami."
You wanted to check the names.

- You want a thank you?
- Sheesh.

"Harriet Buchman, R.V. Heller,
Mark..." Mark Gallant?

I'm gettin' a buzz. Mark Gallant.
That's a name, isn't it, Frank?

Gallant.

Gallant is Fennimore, Frank,
Goodrich, Gallant and Peabody.

It's a big law firm,
one of the biggest in town.

They're everything you just said Hecht wasn't.
So, why does a million-dollar dude
call Hecht, huh?

How come that name
makes noises in my head?
Mark Gallant.

He was Arnold March's lawyer.
It was about 12 years ago.
Arnold March.

He absconded with 25 million...
Mid-Atlantic Mutual Funds.

Did the big number. Oh, yeah.
And Gallant was his lawyer.

Sure. A. M... Arnold March.

You know, 20,000 fits into 25 million
pretty good, don't you think?
Mm-hmm.

All right, where is he now?
Who knows?

Brazil, I hear.
He's living like an emperor.

Why don't you ask Gallant?
Oh.

Mm-hmm, I think I will.

Help! Somebody out there!
Help me!

What are you doin', jerk?

Get smart. You're in this too deep now
to back out.

If you cooperate, maybe Gallant
will decide to give you a break.

All right, so Gallant
is a part of this.

But somebody out there
will be looking for me.

They looked for Hitler
for years too, Mr. Hecht.

They gonna find you
any faster?

The flight left Rio on time?

Well, that's a novelty.

All right, thank you.

Uh, the offices are closed today.

I'm Lieutenant Kojak,
Manhattan South.

I'm looking for a little guidance.

Oh, well, of course.

What can I do for you?
I'm lookin' for a nice little law firm,
not too expensive.

I'm lookin' to draw up my will.

Would you like some coffee?
Love it.

Black, no sugar.
In a paper cup, if possible.

Well, uh, what brings you
to us, Lieutenant?

We're good, but we're not little.

My captain mentioned your name.
He said you were expensive,

but I figured at least you could
steer me in the right direction.

Uh, for instance,
Halliday and Hecht.
Are they pretty decent?

Hecht and Halliday.

Yes, I think they'd probably
fit into your budget, Lieutenant.

They're one of numerous firms
that could do the work.

Do you know either one of them
personally?

Oh, I recall meeting Hecht
10 years ago.

But not on a professional basis?

As a matter of fact, I had an occasion
to call his office recently
in a similar situation.

Alan Schreiber asked me
to recommend a lawyer to him
who wouldn't cost too much.

- Alan Schreiber. Who is he?
- He's someone I know slightly
at the Century Club.

Lieutenant, one of the greatest sources
of free legal advice is a club
that admits lawyers.

Um, did you call Hecht first...

to see if he was interested?

Yes, and I found out
that he was leaving on vacation.
My friend went elsewhere.

- Oh, but he's back from vacation now?
- I haven't the foggiest notion.

Oh. This Alan Schreiber,
where can I get in touch with him?

Saturday afternoon?

- If he isn't in the Century Club bar,
he died during the morning.

Now, at the risk of being rude...

Now. I know where
I remember your name.

Arnold March.
You defended him, right?

Is he, uh...
Is he still a client?

I'm afraid we're getting into the area
of privileged information.

I hope you understand.
Of course.
So do I.

It's kind of scary drinking coffee
out of a cup like that.

Thank you, counselor.
Good-bye.

Mr. Schreiber, please.
Try the bar first.

So Schreiber backs him up?
Of course he backs him up.

They both belong
to the Century Club.

A.M. In small letters.

Maybe it's not Arnold March.
He's too big for small letters.

He's too big for Simon Hecht, too,
for sure.

Bobby? Long-distance call
for you from Miami.

Line three.
Thank you.

Hello. This is Detective Crocker.

What? Wait. Let me get that,
huh?

Go ahead. And the calls?
All right, thank you very much.

They registered at the hotel
as Mr. And Mrs. Simon Hecht.

What about the phone calls?
He didn't make one long-distance
call from the hotel.

But anybody could've called him,
and there's no way of checking that.

He tells the kid he's goin' to Florida
on business so he won't hang him up...

you know, takin' a vacation without him,
with somebody that's not his mother.

Where you goin'?
I'm gonna go find out why he
cut his vacation short by one week.

Hey, what are you buildin'?

Oh. The U.S. S. Constitution.

But I'm really just looking at it.

My dad always helps me with the rigging.
The rigging's real hard.

You have to be able
to tie these knots just right,

and, well, I'm not very good at it.

Look, David, I gotta ask you
some more questions.

Uh, when you said that your pop went
to Florida on a business trip, did he?

- Did he what?
- Did he, uh...
Did he go on a business trip?

L... He said it was on business.
Oh. What do you think?

- He said it was on business.
- Does your father have any friends?

- Well, of course.
- Come on. You know what I mean.
Girlfriends.

L-I guess so.

- Bring any of them to see you?
- Yeah.

Did he bring any one in particular?
I mean, you know, more than just once.

David. It's important.

- I don't see why it's important.
What does this have to do with...
- See the way you are?

You came to us for help, right?

And I wanna help you, don't I?

Sometimes in this job I got,
which is kinda tough,

you know, I gotta make people
talk about things they don't
wanna talk about.

We gotta know why your papa
came home from Florida
a week early.

Huh?
He took Paula to Florida.

Go on, David.

Paula. He said it was business,
but I knew it wasn't.

I heard him talking the night before
on the phone to her,

telling her when to meet him at the airport
and all the arrangements.

- I knew it wasn't business.
- Paula who?

- He took some pictures
out of the bedroom.
- You mean the pictures of mama?

- He did it right after he met Paula.
- Paula who?

L-I know she's dead, but... Well, it didn't
hurt to leave the pictures there.

She made him do it.
I know she did.

David. You know,
maybe this Paula... this chick here...
maybe she's hurtin' your father.

Did you ever realize that?
Maybe I gotta go out and pinch her.

You know, not pinch her. Arrest her.
But I gotta have her last name.

- McKay. Paula McKay.
- Beautiful.

Tell me, Paula, how much you get
for one of these, uh, one of these things?

Oh.

500 if it's good.
750 if it's bad.

Yeah, I better stick to my own business.

Tell me, why'd you cut short
your vacation?

How did you know about that trip?

Oh, out of the mouths of babes.

- In this particular case, the babe is 12,
and he's not too thrilled with you.
- David?

David. What happened in Miami Beach?
You were supposed to stay there
for two weeks.

He got a phone call...
something important, I guess.

Any idea who called?

Yes, I do.

Somebody with a name out of
an old '30s serial.

I was cursing him all the way home.

- Mark Gallant of the Marine Raiders.
- Mark Gallant, huh?

I wondered what a grown man
with a name like that might look like.

Do you know him?
Oh, yeah. Very rich.

I mean, he's everything
you might dream about.

With one exception.
What's that?

- He lies, baby.
- Oh, don't they all?

Eh! Mark Gallant's not at home.
He's not in his office.

Also lied to me about
calling Miami Beach,

and now he's just as missing
as Mr. Hecht.

Me?
Yes, you.

Miss Rosenberg.

Now, let me lay it all
out for you, okay?

Then you can tell us anything
you think might help. All right?

Okay.
Now, Mr. Hecht got 20 grand
in an envelope, right?

Okay, we know that.

We also know that he got a phone call
from Mr. Mark Gallant in Miami Beach...

made him cut short his vacation,
and he hurried home.

Now, we don't know
who paid him the money,

but we do know that there's
these initials... A.M.

Remember? "In the mornin'."
A.M., yes.
Oh, morning.

Now, A.M. We also know that
Mr. Mark Gallant's got a client...
Mr. Arnold March.

Very big, big client.
Well, about 12 years ago...
The embezzler.

His daughter is a client
of Mr. Hecht's.

- What?
- Her married name is Cole.

Miranda Cole.
She lives in California.

Mr. Hecht manages
some New York properties for her.

- When did he get the account?
- Right after that scandal about Mr. March.

Then March bought some properties,
put 'em in his daughter's name.

And then he got an outside lawyer
so it wouldn't be easy to trace, right?

Crocker. Call the D.A. 's office.
Somebody's gotta be there.

Tell 'em we need files
on Arnold March.

I wanna know where
they think he is right now,

who his contacts are in the States...
anything at all.

Right.

I, uh... I guess
you're through with me, huh?

Hmm?

Miss Rosenberg.

Stick around.

Oh. Okay.

Maybe we'll do it again sometime.

I can't believe it.
I told you.

I tried to get March
to stay down there.

When he tells the D.A. The names
of the holding companies he's buried
that stolen 25 million in,

they'll fold them up.

I have to prevent that, Simon.

It comes down to...
you or me.

You paid me $20,000.
I'll say you're a client of mine.

I can't testify against a client,
even if I want to.

I have a son, Gallant.

Please.
No.

He won't get out of that car
unless you're there...

and everything looks like it's going
exactly the way it's planned.

It's almost 7:30.
I'll head for the airport.

You might as well
get him out of here
and down to the meeting place.

No!

Gallant! Please.
I beg you.

All appeals exhausted, Hecht.
I'm truly sorry.

Okay, let's go.

I have the worst luck with plants.

Even plastic ones
commit suicide on me.

You like Shirley, huh?
Oh. Her name is Shirley?

Mm-hmm.
Oh. Hello, Shirley.

She likes to be talked to.
Oh, she does?

Yeah.
Hello, Shirley.

What's your name?
Miss Rosenberg.

"Miss"? You're not married?

No. Are you?

Where's his office?
Right this way.

Where's this way?
Right here.

Ah, Lieutenant Kojak,
Mr. Santangelo,
Special Assistant D.A.

You didn't bring
the March records?
No.

You don't seem to understand.
This is an urgent...
Now, Lieutenant,

there's no way anybody's
gonna see those records,
not even you.

Uh, you wanna, uh,
come inside here for a second.

Say, what's your name again?

Santangelo.
Oh, yeah. Mr. Santangelo.

I thought that the cops and the D.A.
Were all on the same side.

The only reason
I'm interested in Arnold March...
what his connection is with Simon Hecht.

Simon Hecht?
Yeah.

- Do you know him?
He's missin'.
- Missing since when?

Since last night.
And what's the connection
between March and him?

Hecht came to see me.
March had gotten in touch with him.

March wanted to come back
to this country.

He was ready to testify
in front of a grand jury,
but he wanted to make a deal.

So Hecht was acting
as his attorney.

Oh, Mr. Santangelo,
how about Mark Gallant?

He's his regular attorney.
Why didn't you do business with him?

Yeah, well, we have, indirectly.

Gallant suggested to March that
he use Hecht as a go-between with us.

Gallant's got his own reasons
for staying in the background...
business reasons.

So we, uh... We agreed
to keep his name out of it.

Now wait a minute, Mr. Santangelo.

- You know about a connection
between Gallant and Hecht?
- Sure.

So if Gallant lied to me
about not talking to Hecht in Miami,

you understand that?
I would, uh, expect that.

Your jaw just dropped, Theo.
Maybe Hecht's not in trouble, right?

- Maybe he's just being very cautious
because of all these arrangements.
- What are these arrangements?

March is supposed to come here from Rio,
go to an undisclosed spot.
Then he's gonna meet Hecht.

- The two of them are coming in together
to surrender March to the authorities.
- Where?

- I'm not at liberty to tell you that.
- All right. Then when?

- Could be this weekend.
- Crocker!

What is this?

Call the Immigration authorities
at Kennedy Airport.

I want every plane covered
coming in from Rio.

Give a description of Arnold March.
And if they spot him, hold him for us.

What the hell are you talkin' about?
Hey, listen, wild man, l...
Do it, Crocker!

Just hold it.

Theo, you better talk pretty fast
before I countermand that order.

What do you think this secrecy
is all about, Frank?
Do you wanna know?

Arnold March is gonna get killed
if this gets out, right?

Absolutely my worst fear
all this month.

And I believe he's walking into danger
at this very moment.

How do you put that together,
wise Lieutenant, sir?

Simple Simon Hecht.
That's who puts it together for me.

- Contact Immigration.

Hello. Oh, hi, Kojak.
David?

I'm gettin' to know
the sound of your voice.

I wanna ask you a quick question.
You hear from your dad?

No.
Nothing in the mailbox?

No notes?
Melissa didn't hear from him?
No. Why?

I'll fill you in with all the details later.
In the meantime, you keep working
on that model, okay?

- I wanna see it when you're finished.
- Okay. Bye.

Uh...

Come here, Mr. Santangelo.

That's nice.

You know, this solid citizen,
doting father...

doesn't contact his kid for 24 hours.

You know what I think?
I think he's being held against his will.

I think that your plan... down the toilet.

I believe that there's an ambush.

Now, how does that hit
your well-formed heels, Mr. Santangelo?

And here.
Suck on this a while.

It'll cool you off a little.

Now, listen, the lieutenant
has a reputation...

for putting these things
together pretty well.

Now, maybe you should tell us
where March is turning himself in.

I'm gonna have to make
a telephone call first.

Lieutenant, about 20 minutes ago,
a W.B. Arnold cleared Customs
and Immigrations,

and they feel pretty sure
that it was March.

Well?
This man reliable?

All right. Lieutenant,
your ball game.

He turns himself in
at the 37 th Precinct.

First he meets with Hecht
for a couple of minutes to go over
some papers to be signed.

All right, yo-yo,
who picked that meeting place?

Yo-yo.
I think that Hecht did.

I swear I don't know where it is.

All I can tell you is that,
according to Hecht,

the rendezvous is supposed to be
within three minutes
of the station house.

Within three minutes drive.

Okay. Someplace in that area,
someplace March knows is safe.

How could he count on that?

How long does it take to get
from Kennedy to the 3-7?

Because that's about all the time
we got left.

This time, traffic's light...
about a half an hour.

Hecht. Why, of all people,
is he in this?

Hmm? Because he handled
March's property for his daughter.

Uh, Miss Rosenberg.

Me?

I don't know that I can remember
all of Mr. March's properties,
Lieutenant.

Maybe you should write
Mr. March's daughter
in California.

Do your best, Miss Rosenberg,
but, please, just do it fast, okay?

West 91 st.
Yeah?

Uh, Union Square West.
Fourteen, I think.
Yeah?

West 23rd.
Keep on.

Ninth Avenue.
Downtown, Miss Rosenberg.
Near 23rd Street?

Twenty-sixth Street.
Maybe. East Side? West Side?

West 26th Street.
900-something, I think.

Hold it again.
The 900s on West 26th.

That's right... 925.
I'm pretty sure.

That's it.
Six blocks from the station house.

All right.
Go get my hat and coat, eh?

It's our best shot.
Come on.

Car 723, the units
you requested for backup...

will meet you at
925 West 26th.

It's a trap!
They're gonna kill us!

All right!
Come on! Come on!
It's all over.

Out of the car!
Come on. Let's go.

Come on.
Come on.
Do you want me to turn around?

No. I'd like you to lay across
the front of the hood.

Eh, Arnold March.

You're still alive, huh?

You're very lucky.
You're under arrest.

And you too, pussy cat.

Take those yo-yos down
to the 37 th.

And don't forget those other
two coochie-coos...
down to the 37 th.

- Simon Hecht, I presume?
- Yeah.

Come on.

Your kid's waitin' dinner for you.
I'll give you a ride.

David!

David! David!

Your father!
Your father!