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[Kojak's theme playing]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Give me the double one, right there.

What for?

Well, for you, silly Lisa.

I like gardenias, and I think they deserve to be close to you.

Oh, Greg, you shouldn't give me a corsage at the end of an evening.

It's such a waste.

I'm sorry.

I was going to get you one before supper, but we were rushed, so that--

Oh, no, no, I didn't-- I didn't mean that you did anything wrong.

I've had a lovely evening, and I thank you.

But who said the evening is over, anyway?

Look, I've been to your place a couple of times,

but you've never been to my apartment.

Now?

What am I, Dracula?

Come on, Lisa.

Look, I'll give you a little silver cross

that you can ward off the evil with.

Please?

I promise I'll be good.

Come on, Lisa.

You'll hurt my feelings.

All right.

[BELL RINGING].

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Hey, baby?

You like old blue eyes?

Yes, but your eyes are brown, and they have little bits of green in them.

Not my eyes.

Sinatra.

Frank.

The singer.

Oh, sure.

Greg, I-- I don't know.

I have no popular records.

Now, don't move.

Don't move.

Now, don't move.

[BUZZER]

What?

[BUZZER]

Look, uh, there's more liqueur.

Pour yourself another one.

[BEEPING]

Who is it?

Oh.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[GASPING]

[SCREAMING].

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Oh.

Are you all right?

A murder, I think.

Well, there's blood.

725 West 78.

Yes, me and a girl.

She's gone.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SIREN].

[SIREN].

[SIREN].

[MUSIC PLAYING].

[CHATTER]

[MUSIC PLAYING].

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Did you notice if she was holding a knife, Mr. Dean?

No, sir.

I couldn't say.

That is, I don't think so.

I just saw the blood.

I couldn't even tell you what color hair she had.

They lifted a perfect pair of prints

off of one of these liquor glasses, probably a woman's.

Yeah, liqueur.

Look, look.

Look, uh, nice soft lights, fine rugs, an antenna stereo.

How can you miss?

And no less than 300 names in his black books here.

Mrs. Doris Adamson, Mrs. Howard Arthur, Mrs. Mrs.

Well, you and Crocker have a lovely time, you know,

checking out where these married women were tonight.

What's this?

Those were in his pocket.

49th Street Playhouse.

All right, go down and check with the usherette.

Find out if you can get a description of

the girl that he was with that night, OK?

Mm-hmm.

But what do you think?

She didn't like his approach or something and freaked out?

No, why the scream?

No, why take the knife with her?

No, probably a jealous husband or a lover, maybe.

Paid off Romeo for the last time.

What did this guy do?

You believe this?

He was a pharmacist, and he's got every

upper, downer, inner, outer you ever heard

of in that medicine cabinet.

I'll talk to his boss in the morning.

Any kin?

Yeah, he's from Idaho.

But we'll get in touch with him.

All right, let's put a couple more men on this case.

Rizzo and Saperstein.

Have them nail the case in a week.

Get them down here.

Have them question everybody who might have seen her,

or anybody who walked in or out of here.

You know, finding a guy with a knife in

his hands, that's a little bit too lucky.

Or maybe even a woman.

Nowadays.

Who knows?

All night service.

Sure, that's a bit cheeky.

[music playing].

[phone ringing]

Homicide last night of Mr. Greg Halleck.

Well, your name is in this book.

Since Saturday, Captain.

Feller, you wouldn't mind waiting here

a moment while I get the sketch artist in?

Yes.

Right, Rizzo?

Yeah, right.

I see.

Oh, excuse me.

Morning, Captain.

I brought the Usher in on the missing witness and the Halleck knifing.

As soon as she works up a picture on the girl

that he was with at the theater, I'll go down and talk

to Halleck's boss at the drugstore.

Who says the girl was a witness?

Why not a suspect?

She took off, didn't she?

You see, Captain, not every suspect is a villain.

And on the other hand, not every witness

is a hero, as offered by that great Greek philosopher, Larry Zonka.

[CAT MEOWING].

Good morning, Phaedra.

What would you like for music?

[CAT MEOWING].

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Morning, Mrs. Hankin.

It's nice to see you up so early.

Did you sleep well?

How could I sleep well?

People in and out all night.

You should stay in bed, Mother.

Sure.

I should never move a muscle.

[COUGHING].

Do you want coffee?

I'll get it.

Did you have a nice night last night and everything?

I went to see a play.

It's the first play I've seen in years.

It's the first date, too.

Hey, I want to hear all about it.

It's Saturday.

I can build that planter that I've been promising to put together for you.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CAT MEOWING].

[COUGHING]

[coughing].

- One black coffee.

- Joyce.

- Yeah?

- I love weekends when you're home all day.

I don't like to be alone.

I think I do until I am.

I'd hate it if you didn't live over there.

- I do my best.

(coughing)

I take you out.

You know how it is with mother. She has those attacks.

This Doug has really came on strong, huh?

- Joyce, he's not important. Not like you.

I'll never see him again, I promise.

- Cross your heart and hope to die?

- Cross my heart and hope to die.

(dramatic music)

- I'll make a bet with you.

- Make me a bet for what?

- Two tickets to the Knick game that he recognizes the picture.

- Okay, you're on, Crocker.

- This must be him.

- Yeah.

- I'll call doctor.

Yes, thank you.

- Hi, we called a little while ago, said we'd be down.

- Ah, yes, I've collected Greg's things.

Uh, there isn't much.

Uh, this is a hell of a blow, you know?

- Yeah.

- Finding a good guy like Greg, it's not easy.

- We understand.

Well, listen, Mr. Doyle, did you ever see him

with a woman who looked anything like this?

- Oh, this could be one of dozens.

He's a real ladies' man, laughing it up

with the customers, if they were pretty.

- I'd like to see your prescription record, please.

- Okay.

- Right here.

- Do one of you know a couple of the names in Halleck's little black book?

- Yeah.

Uh, Jan Waring, Lucy White, and Mrs. Daren Webb.

- Hold it, hold it, Jan Waring.

Fill the prescription for Diazepam last week.

- Oh, she's in here all the time.

Uh, very pretty girl.

Dancer, I think.

- Okay, okay.

Uh, Mrs. Webb.

Hey, you weren't running a pharmacy.

You were running a date bureau over here.

- Uh, could I see that picture again?

- Yeah.

- Sure, that could be her.

Uh, here.

Uh, Lisa Walden.

Lives just a couple of blocks away from here.

- Refill the prescription here last week.

What's this particular drug for?

- That's what they call a psychic energizer.

It's sort of an upper, but it's not so hard on the system.

It tends to prevent withdrawal.

- From what?

- Life.

She's a very quiet girl.

I can remember talking to her a couple of times myself.

Uh, here.

Prescription was made out by a Dr. Ralph Damon from Bellevue.

She spent some time there.

I believe was an outpatient.

- All right, make a list of the names in this prescription record.

See if they jive with the names in Halleck's little book. I'll call the lieutenant.

- All right.

This Dr. Damon, do you have a phone number on him?

- I'll check my file card.

- You know what you ought to grow in this?

Those little baby sunflowers.

Me and my mother when...

When I was growing up in Jersey.

Lisa.

(dramatic music)

You okay?

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(knocking)

- I'll get it.

- Hi, Miss Lisa Walden.

- Yes?

- Miss Walden, I'm Lieutenant Kojak, Police Department.

May I come in, please?

- Police?

- May we talk alone, Miss Walden?

- This is my closest neighbor, Joyce Harrington.

He's really family.

- Joyce.

- That's right, Joyce.

Like a famous Irish author,

which you probably never read.

- Nice talking to you, Joyce.

You know, that's what I love about New York.

You see these dilapidated buildings on the outside

and you walk inside, it's, I love you to the bone.

- Would you like some apple juice?

- I'd love that.

- It's organic.

I don't like any of those chemical preservatives.

Joyce!

- Mother, come on, please.

- Miss Walden, there's a girl around who bears you a striking resemblance.

One we're looking for on an investigation.

- It's getting to be so fast.

I doubt if you want me, Lieutenant.

I rarely even go out.

- You really don't care about me.

If it wasn't for her, you'd never stay with me.

You'd leave me.

- Please, Mother!

- Mother, you know that's not true.

Come on, let's go back to bed.

Come on.

- Well, it concerns a man named Greg Alec.

He's a drugstore on the corner.

You know, where you get your prescriptions filled.

- Oh, yes.

He's very pleasant.

He delivered something for me last week.

In fact, we even went to the theater the night before last.

- Oh, you sure it wasn't last night?

- You're right.

Last night.

I just slept so late.

- You don't get the papers, do you?

- It's never anything nice.

And you people, your lives are filled with such craziness all the time.

- Miss Walden.

Lisa.

Greg Alec was killed last night.

Stabbed.

- Oh, no.

That's a mistake.

You see, we went to the theater.

- Did he bring you back here afterwards?

- Yes.

I think so.

He must have.

Greg is very attentive.

He would not send me home alone.

- Well, maybe you had a little too much liquor or something.

And you do sleep late.

- I try to remember everything that happened after the theater.

- If you need me, just call.

- And you didn't go to his apartment after the theater.

And you didn't kneel over the pipe.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

Now, that is not true.

I don't feel good.

This isn't making me feel good at all.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.

- Look, maybe if we went out to the station

house, you know, and talked to this man

who said he saw someone resembling you.

Just leave her alone.

-Why does everybody take her away? -Joyce!

Don't you hear me?

What are you doing?

You were going to get me a cup of soup.

Are you all right?

Don't you hear me?

Sure.

Don't worry.

Everything's under control.

Muy dramático, so?

I got tricky, Frank.

I took this from Lisa Walton's apartment.

And Forensic picked up a perfect set of prints.

And they matched those taken off the

liquor glass from Greg Halleck's apartment.

So I put out a search warrant for her place a couple of hours ago.

The dark-haired creature you come in with?

She killed Halleck?

Oh, I don't know, Frank.

But I do know this, that both the usherette and Mr. Dean identified her.

I do know that she was there when it happened.

But in talking to her, she seems to have blanked out everything after she

left the theater.

Which doesn't make her innocent.

She's sick.

Where is she now?

Well, I didn't want to put her in a holding tank.

So she's in there with Policewoman Donaldson in the interrogation room.

Dr. Ralph Damon disappeared seven weeks ago.

And Judge Crater vanished 40 years ago.

And nobody in my family has heard a word

from my Uncle Patrick since high school.

Hey, all right, Damon. That's the one you said wrote Lisa's prescriptions?

Yeah, he took her from Bellevue for the weekend.

His brother said that he came into town to do some shopping, but that's the

last he saw of him.

That was seven, almost eight weeks ago.

What about missing persons?

They traced him to Palmieri's on Fifth Avenue the last day.

He charged the lady's scarf sometime around noon.

Let me see that report.

Graduated Columbia University, nine years of practice.

I thought shrinks never did anything kinky.

Just took off, huh?

I talked to Dr. Kirk. She took over his caseload.

She's willing to talk to you about Lisa Walden, go through her file,

up to a certain point, professional ethics and all that kind of stuff.

She's out in the squad room.

Originally, Lisa was admitted to Bellevue at the request of her landlady.

Lived in Brooklyn at the time.

Didn't work, wouldn't pay her bills, wouldn't move out.

Lived in a small pile in the middle of the floor.

Hmm. Nothing violent about her behavior.

On the contrary, she was withdrawn.

Passive.

Dr. Damon apparently spent a lot of time with her.

Attractive girls get a break, Lieutenant.

Even in an institution.

Tell me about it.

Well, he released her. How did he manage to help?

He gave her enough insight and trust

in herself to try it again on the outside.

You don't think she could stab a young

man who made aggressive passes at her?

I doubt it.

Not from anything Dr. Damon put in his notes.

Look, Doctor.

Maybe we'll find out that she didn't stab her date.

In which case, she had to be present at the killing.

Most probably, anyway.

This is a job for a doctor, not a detective.

I mean, what am I going to do? Put her under bright lights and have her

grilled by three detectives?

No. Why don't you take her back to Bellevue?

See if you can make her talk, okay?

It's a shock going back there, Lieutenant.

I can't promise you anything. Not for weeks.

Well, I don't have weeks.

Not with this kind of a killer running loose.

All right, Doctor. Thank you.

Oh, yes. In here.

Try one of these.

You're a nervous wreck.

Hey, what do you think the Captain would say if I had a couple of these hanging over my desk?

Are you kidding? He'd probably have you hanging up there with him.

Yeah, this is Detective Saperstein.

This is Kojak. What did you find?

Well, first time around, Lieutenant. The place is clean.

Now, you want us to go through the partitions or anything?

No. The place straight?

Yeah, it's straight.

Now, I'm going to send her home.

You say you were releasing her?

Right. The girl is sick. I mean, she's blocked it all out.

She never could have jabbed a blade that deep into the victim.

It penetrated bone, Frank. That's one hell of a strong thrust.

Now, you just give me a couple of days.

I'm going to try to get close to her, be her confidant like the doctor.

Yeah, that might help her unblock that memory.

Hmm?

Thank you, Officer Donaldson.

I don't understand how you can work in this place.

The walls are like hospitals.

Mm-hmm.

Now, do me a favor, then.

Let one of my men take you home.

And then I'll show up in a little while,

and maybe you can give me some decorating ideas.

Oh, very unofficially.

What do you say?

All right.

They're crazy, Mother. They searched her apartment.

They think she's done something bad.

And they took her away all day.

That Kojak, that lieutenant, he's the one.

You listen in on her.

You spy on her, but you never take her out.

What's wrong with you?

What kind of love is that?

I do things for her. All kinds of things.

I could do for you. That's love, isn't it?

But you never could say it out loud.

Everybody says it out loud.

It's too easy.

You've got to be careful.

Listen, first thing you know, you get married.

You're living together, right on top of each other, all the time.

See, Lisa and me, we are really close.

I know everything about her.

How to help when she's up and down.

We don't crowd each other this way, like you and me.

Like we've always crowded each other.

Mother.

Mother. Mother.

Mother.

How do you like your tea?

Try this.

What we call Greek honey. You might not like the taste.

You know, the Greek bees, they feed on thyme.

It gives it a very special kind of taste.

Try that.

Thank you.

Mind if I hang up my hat and coat?

You buy a lot of things at Palmieri?

I hardly ever buy anything.

Why?

The scarf. It's beautiful.

My psychiatrist gave it to me.

Oh, really?

When?

He came here to visit a couple of times, just to see how I was.

He gave it to me the last time he was here.

Was it a professional call?

Sort of. He suggested that I ought to go back to Bellevue.

Just for a while.

For some chemical therapy.

I get depressed sometimes.

Anyway, I didn't want to, and I think

the scarf was kind of a peace offering.

So that I'd know he was really my friend and that he'd stick by me.

You think about going back?

If he wanted me to, I would have.

He even spoke to Joyce about taking care of the apartment.

Then I never saw him again.

Joyce. That's the neighbor from across the way.

I mean, he spoke to the doctor when he brought you the scarf?

Mm-hmm.

After he left my apartment.

What's this?

Oh, try it. I think you'll like it.

Lisa, you know I'd love you to make me one of those hangings for my niece

and her husband.

It's their first anniversary.

Do you like the liqueur?

I'm trying to remember.

I tasted it for the first time just the other night.

Greg gave me some at his apartment.

At his apartment?

I think so.

But I said I wasn't there. Maybe it was someplace else.

Well, you think about it. We'll talk about it later.

Okay.

Like me to bring you a couple of Franks and out of records, okay?

No, anything you want.

I'm really, I'm getting confused.

You just take it easy and think about it.

We'll talk tomorrow, okay?

Maybe then I won't be so confused.

Goodbye, Lisa.

[music]

[music].

Hey, how you coming with Lisa Walden?

Well, we're moving, Frank. At least she admitted being in Alex's apartment.

What's wrong?

This Dr. Damon, where is he, Frank?

Well, get on it.

Get on it?

You got the list of names from the pharmacy?

Yes, sir.

Did you check out anybody who might have seen Halleck with Lisa that night?

They took a picture of Halleck around. Nobody ever saw him before.

Not even Joyce Harrington?

You mean the guy in the back with the sick mother?

No, I showed him that picture myself.

Oh, yeah?

Look, he picks up a prescription for his mother every other week.

He's on almost every page.

And he never saw Halleck at the drugstore?

No.

You know the doctor? He went over to

Lisa's apartment to give her that scarf.

And he talked to Joyce Harrington,

which makes Joyce Harrington the last one to see the doctor alive.

I want you to check all the trucking companies to your Lisa's apartment.

What are we looking for?

Find out the exact time that the doctor was last seen alive.

And then find out if there are any

pickups near Joyce Harrington's apartment.

Pickup of what?

Anything large enough to hold a body.

But I'm going over to Lisa's.

And, uh...

[ Phone Ringing ]

That's her.

You're sitting on old blue ice.

You try hard enough, you can fit a body in a bread box.

You're a ghoul. I don't know how you ever got a green thumb.

Yeah, sure I have.

[ Footsteps ].

Lisa?

Where did you come from?

[ Chuckles ] Heaven. Can't you tell?

Oh.

I brought you a Frank Sinatra album.

Would you please come inside and talk to me?

I'm scared. I remember things.

I'm your man.

Miller Trucking? Yeah.

May I speak to the dispatcher, please?

Hi. This is Detective Stavros, Manhattan South.

I notice you're not too far away from an address on West 46th Street.

660. Party's name is Harrington.

Any chance you made a pickup there around seven weeks ago?

What was that all about, Harrington?

I'm going home, Mr. Miller. I don't feel good. I feel lousy.

What do you mean, you're going home? It ain't even noon yet.

I'm going. That's all.

Quit. That's it, Harrington.

[ Telephone Ringing ]

Yeah? I just got cut off. You're the guy we were just talking to?

Yeah. Well, that's okay. I'll start all over again.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Sobbing ]

Mother?

You shouldn't look into my things, Mother.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I have to take things day by day. Do you understand?

I did what I had to.

You're luckier than you know.

This isn't the greatest life in the world.

(Thunder)

[Thunder ]

He was on the couch with you?

And-- And then he got up.

And?

What for?

I don't know. I can't remember.

I have a headache.

Hey.

You listen, Lisa.

You're a beautiful girl.

You make beautiful things.

You surround yourself with life.

Look at these flowers and plants and--

Oh. Even Faye's over there. You're a big-mouth singer.

And I hate to talk to you about death.

But we gotta keep people from being hurt.

And we have to understand how so much hatred can affect another life.

Do you understand?

So stick with it. It's important.

I think he answered-- I think he answered the door.

The doorbell.

Did you see who was at the door?

I don't remember.

Nobody was at the door.

Then nobody killed Greg.

It isn't clear.

There's blood on my glove.

[ Telephone Ringing ].

Yes?

Yes, Tavis.

Miller Trucking Company. Right.

Look, Lisa, I've gotta go about three blocks from here.

I should be back in about 30 minutes.

You okay?

[ Water Dripping ]

[ "Song of the River" Plays ]

[ Thunder Rumbling ]

[ Thunder Rumbling ]

(thunder rumbling)

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- I didn't want to remember.

Not you.

- You did see me.

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- Don't be afraid.

Everything's ending now, Lisa.

Come, look at mother.

(dramatic music)

Anything I want to.

I can do anything I want to now.

- Did you call a doctor?

- She's dead.

- Maybe not.

I think that we should go.

- No, Lisa.

We're not gonna be apart anymore.

None of us, ever again.

It's that simple.

- Joyce, there's a detective, and he's gonna be back any minute.

He's a good man.

You can talk to him.

- Talk to him?

Oh, no.

We'll do better than that.

We'll settle with him.

- But the police, they'll kill you, and then we won't be friends.

You can't fight them, you can.

- I can't?

(dramatic music)

- All right, you said urgent, so?

- Sir, this is Mr. Miller.

He owns the company.

He remembers telling one of his drivers

to make a pickup at 662 West 46th Street.

That was just two days after Dr. Damon disappeared.

- But I can't find the slip.

His name was Smith or Woods, or something like that, something simple.

He was supposed to wait with it outside the building,

but my dispatcher might know more about the order, but quit today.

- Well, was it under the name of Harrington?

- No, no, no, no, no, no. You guys got that mixed up.

Harrington is the dispatcher's name.

- Joyce Harrington was your dispatcher?

- Yeah, yeah, weirdo, but nine o'clock on the dot.

Except he cuts out during the day.

Got a sick mother.

- Sure.

He slips out after ordering up the pickup

and goes to the building next to his with the trunk.

- No, no, no, barrel.

Weighs a ton.

It's filled with crockery.

We got it stored in a basement somewhere.

- Take a look.

Meet me back at Lisa's.

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- Lisa?

-Lisa?

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- What's this plastic so the cracker doesn't leak?

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- Lisa?

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- Lieutenant, we got 'em!

Back here!

- How's he forget this thing off without hurting you?

- He doesn't.

- You're gone, no more brick walls outside the window.

You know, I need you to make that macrame for my niece.

Okay?

She lives in Jersey, you know, it's like the country.

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Lisa?

- No, Lisa.

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