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This witness to a few will blow the case against you.

And how long will the criminal have the judge wear it?

Mr. Dumkey.

Look at you, Frank, will you?

That fat fish wiggling and jiggling his way off our light.

Maybe O'Brien just got scared.

Maybe he thought somebody was following him.

Maybe he'll call any minute and apologize for not showing up.

He's just a little nebbish.

Got to be frightened testifying against Dumkey.

Well, I'm scared, Frank.

Frank's scared that Dumkey's going to walk free.

I don't like barracudas who shake down public officials

and then kill them when they try to come clean.

Did you just locate a Mr. Michael O'Brien 20 minutes ago?

Dead.

He went to the store last night and on his way home

somebody laid a pipe across the side of his skull and dragged him in here.

Yeah, no money was taken, Lieutenant, so maybe it was some kind of a thrill killing.

Gentlemen, six months ago this conscientious

citizen inadvertently witnessed an argument

between Joe Dumkey and the late Councilman Kane.

Now, Dumkey says he never even met the Councilman,

so forget about the muggings and the thrills.

This death was Dumkey's salvation, and I hate him for it.

All right, where do we go from here?

Well, we got a one-week at German for whatever that's worth.

I suppose we could get lucky.

Oh, and how's that?

I mean, we find a typewritten confession by Dumkey

that fell out of his pocket and we didn't see it anywhere.

Is that it?

Come on, there is an Arnie Saxler somewhere out there.

He could be a witness against Dumkey.

Excuse me, Lieutenant, we did find one black glove.

Now, it could have belonged to the killer.

It's on its way to the lab.

Could have belonged to the killer.

We're clutching at straws in this one.

That's the only thing I know for sure.

As for Arnie Saxler, well, look,

we've not had one clue where he is in the last three months,

which suggests to me very strongly

Dumkey terminated his employment and his mob

the same way he terminated poor Mr. O'Brien down there.

Oh, I'm back home and got the blues And I took off my wandering shoes

Guess there's living that you must try Never thinking someday you'll cry

Oh, it's a long way from Times Square And I left a

dream lying there But there must be someone for me.

Someone who cares

A long way from Times Square.

Arnold Saxler, New York City.

Two-Bagger-12 to base.

Go ahead, Two-Bagger-12.

I have a 390-D possible T-380 suspect.

What was the color of that truck that was hit last night?

If Chief Washburn's around, he'll remember.

10-23.

Okay.

Arnold B. Saxler, age 32, 358, East 49th Street, New York.

Two-Bagger-12, color of truck that was hit was light blue.

Then I got him.

10-4.

10-4.

Were you watching that jury today?

I mean, they want to nail Dumpke so bad.

They just need a little more help.

O'Brien would have sewn up that case for sure.

Yeah.

Lieutenant, BCI called.

Apparently Crocker found a hold card with them

and their information unit on one Arnold Saxler.

I'd ask Crocker, but he's not back yet.

Who's Arnold Saxler?

When our dead witness, Mr.

O'Brien, heard Kane and Dumpke arguing on the street,

Saxler chased him.

Saxler was Dumpke's driver.

He disappeared.

Well, he just popped up in Santa Flora, Nevada.

He's being held on a hit-and-run, leaving the scene,

and checking out his New York license,

any warrants against him, et cetera.

Frank, Saxler's testimony could send Dumpke up to Hudson.

Maybe he even saw the murder.

Saxler's testimony could send him under the Hudson,

and a lot faster.

He'd be crazy to testify against Dumpke.

And his shoes? I wouldn't.

Yeah?

Well, listen.

Arnie, suppose we include you with Dumpke.

in the murder charges.

You can't make that stick.

So I'll make it look like it's not sticking because we made a deal.

My stoolies let Dumpke know you plan to testify against him.

How long before you get hit, Arnie?

One day, two days?

So? And if I do testify, that gets me killed, too.

Oh, no, baby.

You get on the stand and send Dumpke to Attica,

and the guys who move into his territory will probably

send you champagne and give you a kiss on both cheeks.

You'll be a hero.

I'll see to it.

Now, you help me, or I'll never get off your back.

All right, all right.

See?

You know, you can be a very intimidating personality.

All right, so we'll get us a peanut for Saxler.

Nevada has to turn him over to us anyway under that witness reciprocity agreement.

Stavros, if you please,

get the chief out there on the phone.

Yes.

We have to send two men, maybe Vine and Crocker.

No, no, no. No, no, no.

If you're gonna convince Arnie that you personally will railroad him into big trouble

if he doesn't testify, then you go out there.

You play the big bully lieutenant

who drops everything for him.

You're obsessed. You'll stop at nothing.

There's a weekend coming up.

The doctor can sit in for me until then.

I'll take, uh...

Crocker.

Yeah, I know, I know. I saw Stavros.

McNeil.

Yeah, just a second.

Chief Washburn coming in on the line.

Yeah, Chief Washburn, this is Lieutenant Kojak, Manhattan South Detectives.

It's about Arnold Saxler.

Manhattan?

Uh, it's a borough.

A borough? It's a part of New York City.

What can I tell you? The borough of Manhattan, like that.

Yes, sir.

Well, the problem is, can you hold him a few days?

We need him as a witness in a murder case.

Yeah, just a second.

He'll stall around for about 48 hours.

Can we get a subpoena that fast?

For sure.

Not to offend your Western hospitality, Chief,

but in relation to the borough of Manhattan, where is Santa Flora?

You just fly into Reno, rent yourself a car,

and then you got about a two-hours drive east, Santa Flora.

Mm-hmm.

It's your thing, Lieutenant. Count on it.

Who you calling, Saxler?

My friends back home in Quarry.

Well, you said you're gonna keep my car, so I gotta get a lift.

Don't worry, I'll make it collect.

Well, you tell them that you'll be needing no lift for quite a while.

I got enough for bail.

Cash!

What is this? What are you talking about?

Well, we're holding you.

Professional courtesy to NYPD.

They're getting a subpoena on you, Saxler.

Some lieutenant wants you on the stand back there. Bad.

Yeah, uh, I want to make a collect call to Quarry, Nevada,

to the police station, person-to-person,

to Deputy Chief B.J. Hawker.

This is Arnie Saxler.

Don't worry, he'll take it.

Be better.

Oh, it's a long way from Times Square And I left a dream lying there

But there must be someone for me.

Someone who cares.

A long way from Times Square.

Forty-two hours.

I mean, not even forty-two hours, and you said you'd hold him for two full days.

Lieutenant Kojak, at the time I spoke to you, I didn't know he was a fugitive,

wanted by another Nevada police force.

Now, I cannot hold a prisoner when a far more serious

offense has been committed elsewhere in the county.

What offense was this, Chief?

Well, the night before he drove up here, got drunk and hit that car,

he robbed the grocery store down there in Quarry.

Their deputy chief picked him up here, oh, about two o'clock this morning.

They only got three men.

Chief Peck, Deputy Chief Hawker, and any volunteer they could pin a badge on.

Well, Quarry, I got to make Santa Florida look like the big avocado run here, right?

Yeah, Lieutenant, we do Quarry jokes all the time.

Like, um, it gets so hot in Quarry, you can fry an egg in the street.

Can't fry two eggs, too small for that.

That's your starter, Chief.

Now, would it be big enough for a teensy-weensy little dot on this map?

Uh, yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

See here, yeah.

Now, you drive right out this road here.

It's the only way to get there, until the freeway that building cuts through there.

What's your aim out there?

Well, my aim is to talk them into seeing a murder case in New York.

It's a little more urgent than their grocery store.

Them desert rats, oh, you got to be kidding.

Why, they tell me folks in Quarry wouldn't pay

a penny to watch an aunt stack a ton of hay.

Much less worry about anything in New York.

Well, wish you luck, but don't count on it much.

They don't generally take kindly to outsiders.

Well, tell me how a mobster like Saxler hits on Quarry, Nevada to hide out in.

Well, that's where Saxler grew up.

That's his hometown.

Yep, country boy, just came back home to be with friends.

That's all.

It's a heat ride for rattlesnakes and desert rats.

I say, food, drink, massage, girls, girls, girls, got something, Crocker?

I didn't know 42nd Street extended this far, in

a way it looks like Times Square, too, doesn't it?

I've got no room but that's what you're here for.

I beg your pardon?

How come, you Vegas hooligans, hides a few shooters under your armpit?

Madam, we're not from Las Vegas.

We're police officers from Manhattan.

It's New York City.

I'm Detective Crocker and this is Lieutenant Kojak.

Weed's my name, Lily Weed.

But don't you make dumb jokes about it.

I've heard them all.

They're from New York.

What the heck brought you out here?

Looking for the chief of police.

And maybe a local magistrate.

Quinlan's his name, Howard Quinlan.

He's okay.

And the sheriff, he's okay, too.

Joe Peck.

You better get yourself a room while I got one.

Oh, them highway workers.

They come down here nice and they grab every bear I've got.

Come on, Kojak.

Miss Weed, if anybody calls, I'll be back about six.

You folks know each other?

They're looking for the same people.

I'm Lieutenant Kojak and this is Detective Crocker from New York City.

Hi, I'm Penny Rosell.

She's a lawyer.

A lady lawyer.

I like that.

Actually, I'm a public defender.

I just came up from Santa Florida to talk to my defendant.

See what other trouble he got himself into.

Arnold Saxler?

How many defendants can there be in a town the size of one fried egg?

You know, Miss Rosell, maybe we could talk together about your client.

I need Saxler in New York to testify in a trial for us.

I don't know too much about the situation yet.

I'm going to meet Judge Quinlan and Chief Peck soon.

And I'm afraid that anything that my client has to say to me is privileged information.

But I sure wouldn't mind having some company for supper.

Sure.

Mr. Jensen, I don't care how many acres you own.

I can't put acres in a bank.

Now, this is $1,400 lost in an honest game of roulette.

Excuse me a minute.

I am going to knock with three.

Three?

That's right.

Maybe I got layoffs.

Hold it.

Defy Hawker?

Listen, Hawker, there are a couple of strangers in town.

Right.

Two cops from New York got to be wanting to know about you.

Unless they're tough luck, not mine.

I suppose they pop in here.

You better get back in there.

We can play it through the bars.

You still listening in, Verna?

Just checking the circuits, B.J., that's all.

Well, make sure you check everything coming out of the motel.

And let me know right off.

I'll get you the party's names in a few minutes.

Here you are now.

Right here.

I'll get them.

It's the first cavern out back here.

Excuse me.

When you're finished, that's my pen.

We just signed in and forgot my pen.

Finders keepers.

Finders keepers?

You gotta be kidding.

What is this, nursery school? It's my pen.

Hey, pal, a pen.

Don't you touch me.

Whatever turns you on.

Losers weepers.

Can I get you something like stamps and paper?

It's fine.

Fine, huh?

Thank you.

Well?

Now, as I was saying, Mr. Quinlan, I am Penny Rosell.

Public defender's office in Santa Flora.

Trying to catch up with a defendant.

Mr. Saxler.

Well, you don't look like no lawyer to me.

Does that help you in court or hinder you?

Haven't been in court that much to know yet.

What do you think?

Well, I think anybody who shells out taxes

so you can practice law on Arnie Saxler ought to get paid back.

The day you hang out your shingle looking for a hundred an hour, that's what I think.

Well, maybe I'll never do that, Mr. Quinlan.

Maybe I'll just be a lifetime sucker for the underdog.

I'm a woman.

It's easy.

Excuse me.

Chief Peck? -Yeah.

I'm Lieutenant Kojak.

I'm with the New York Police Department.

This is Detective Crocker.

New York?

What borough would that be?

Borough?

Manhattan.

You've heard of it?

Of course.

What can I tell you?

I'd better go check out these New Yorkers personal.

Never fear, Arnie.

B.J.'s here.

I got me a lieutenant of detectives in New York City.

Making what, a year? About 20, 30,000?

You know something, Chief?

Oranges are a quarter of a piece in New York.

Apples? Priceless.

Well, anyhow, I got me you and I got me that lady lawyer all the way out here

just to try to get a little operator like Arnie off the hook.

Now, Kojak, Arnie busted in here.

And he swiped some morphine that Judge Quinlan had in the refrigerator for Doc Ewing.

And he don't deny it.

It doesn't make any difference if he confessed.

He still has a right to a defense.

That's the all-darnedest thing I ever heard.

It's a basic principle of law.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

Listen, Mr.

Quinlan, Justice Quinlan Postmaster, Your Honor.

And victim, Quinlan.

I'm not trying to get Arnie's sex off the hook.

I just want to borrow him.

Oh, and since he's been arrested for a felony,

it's up to you, Judge, to decide whether to let me have him or not.

This testimony could end the career of a major criminal.

Murderer, extortionist.

If we take our eyes off of Arnie for one second, he's going to run.

I grew up with it.

It was best of friends. I know him.

Willie Weed told us that Arnie's got himself a good set-up over at the Maverick.

Why would he run away from that?

To stay out of jail. The rap was long enough.

Now, you know, Howard, there was nine shots of morphine stolen,

and I only found wrappings for three of them in the trunk of his car.

Now, if I can just find one person he gave a shot to,

that's supplying.

And that's a couple years, right? Right.

Arnie's not coming back here to do no two years on the farm.

If we let him go, we're going to lose him.

Somehow I know it.

Why isn't he going to jump bail and take off on you anyhow?

Bail on Arnie Saxler's 50,000.

That's outrageous!

For what he's charged with? Oh, Mr.

Quinlan, I request a mo... Request denied, hearing adjourned.

I don't suppose Saxler might get a speedy trial

and be judge innocent, do you, Your Honor?

Kojak, this case is open and shut.

Why? Why?

Well, come on back here and take a look.

He forced the back door from the outside.

Well, anybody could have jimmied this.

Well, now, looky here.

He just makes all our hard work look so simple.

Well, now, of course, there was another lock.

Here it is. Look.

That's evidence? In an unlocked safe?

Well, I got to get in and out for stamps, don't I?

Of course, you dusted that for prints, huh?

Yep. Full of right index and thumb.

Matches Arnie's.

The snips he used was in the trunk of the car.

Uh, what time was the burglary?

Well, I came by here Friday night about 9.30.

Saw the lock cut off and the door half open.

Oh.

In a few short hours, you, uh,

you took fingerprints and you pinned it on Arnie.

You know something? I'm impressed.

Look, I saw him running outside across the field.

Then when I found out his morphine was gone, I said,

Your old buddy sure picked himself up some bad habits when he was in New York.

Yeah, well, I'd like at least to talk to Arnie,

you know, maybe try to get a little help from him.

Since I've come such a long way.

Well, now we'll just have to think about that.

You staying over at Lily's?

Yes.

Crocker, Betty.

Uh, I'll be waiting for your call.

Maybe you just better follow up if you say Arnie was selling that morphine.

Read that last number back to me.

246-ABL.

Now, what's the point of all this?

Frank, I'm with a lovely lady, you know,

and she's been keeping track of every car from Vegas

that's been out here in the last three months.

The mob or somebody's trying to put this flyspeck on the map.

Yeah, gambling, good times, naughty ladies, you name it.

I just want to know the names involved.

I didn't send you out there to solve some other town's problems.

Well, I think Cory sees this as a goldmine, not a problem.

I see it as a problem.

When people start trying to bully you, I die.

Anyhow, Frank, I need another couple of days.

Why?

They're not gonna let Saxler out of the state because of that drug robbery.

Frank, what drug robbery?

These people, you know what they do?

They shoot at signs, they drive off the road,

they open a bottle of beer with a pair of pliers, they burp a couple of times,

but they don't know diddly-winks about morphine.

There's no way Saxler shot three tubes,

drove 80 miles to Santa Flora, got drunk, etc. here.

Hiya, Captain.

No way they lifted Prince off the lock.

Anyhow, if he wanted drugs,

he could have gotten them from his Vegas partner.

Put Kojak on.

Yeah.

Lieutenant?

Yeah, Frank, if I can prove this whole robbery is a setup

by Arnie's friends to protect him from our subpoena,

I'll take my case to the county

and try and get the charges dropped.

Now, we got three days left on the adjournment, right?

All right.

Might as well make use of them.

But keep me posted and be careful.

I mean, you did see bad day at Black Rock, didn't you? Loved it.

Spencer Tracy, right?

And he only had one arm. We'll do fine.

Talk to you tomorrow, Frank. I didn't like that job.

Extension on this line?

Well, look, if Burner's on the switchboard,

I suppose there's no telling who she switched in.

Huh.

Did you run him out legal?

Not unless they get into some kind of trouble.

Well, I think Cooper and I should be able to arrange that.

I'm lending you this deputy badge.

Don't try and steal it or tell me you lost it.

Give me back my magazine.

Hey, son, thanks, man.

Well, ain't all everything, partner.

Don't worry.

Oh, excuse me, Captain.

What is it, Stavros?

On that black glove we found at the scene of O'Brien's murder.

You got a lab report?

Yeah.

There are traces of rust in it from the pipe.

The murderer wore it for sure.

Furthermore, the killer sweated enough for them to get a blood typing on him.

He's AB negative.

Well, that's something to go on.

Well, I got more, Captain.

I got more.

The gloves come in for mentally.

Number two, there's only one store on 59th Street that handles them exclusive.

And among the more recent credit card purchasers, we have one Mr.

A.C. Klinger.

Klinger, I know that name.

He's a button man.

He moved out to Las Vegas a couple of years ago, and from what I heard,

he's working for Dumkey's brother out there.

Of course.

Dumkey's brother.

One brother does the other a favor.

He sends in a hitman to take out a witness.

Where's Klinger now?

We can prove that he's the right blood type.

I got Saperstein out checking all the midtown hotels, Captain.

Good.

Oh, Captain.

Yeah?

Lieutenant, how's he making out in Nevada?

Getting Arnie Saxler back here to testify

is turning out to be the major problem of the year.

He's got three days to clinch this

or the trial goes to jury as is,

and as is just isn't good enough.

Yes, we have no bananas.

Klinger's in room 306.

Yeah? All right. You go up to his room, I'll go around the back.

Okay.

Oops. Wait a minute. Forget it. There he is now.

Klinger, police!

Hey, you saw it. You're cops. It wasn't my fault.

He's dead.

Yeah.

Well, we're all gonna catch Dumkey now.

It's all up to the lieutenant.

You try and get photo stats of the booking sheet,

notarized statements from the arresting officer, Chief Washburn.

You know, he looks like a man who'll cooperate.

Right. Be careful. I'll see you tomorrow morning, okay?

Okay, kid.

Oh, have you ever heard about here?

Once upon a time was the wind.

Ah, and a few chickens cackling.

Ah, it was a nice kind of lonely.

Hey, Lily, how come you have at least a butt or a punk like Garnie?

Oh, well, I was getting old and tired,

and I had no idea he was running around with them punks in New York, like you said.

Tell him about this Vegas hooligan.

He tells me that unless I give him a lease to the motel,

some drunk might come after me.

Oh, it's easy to break a hip at your age, he says.

Oh, like I don't know it.

You know, Lily, the thought of anyone so much as breaking your heart

brings out my Wyatt Earp syndrome full force.

Lieutenant, let me buy you a drink.

Hear what's happening in New York.

That's him. That's Suggie.

Size him up, cracker.

We're on our way, partner.

Excuse me. Think I could have one of those little black cigars of yours?

Mm.

Take two, baby.

Lily, who loves you?

I'm Fred Sutton. Go-Jack, rocker.

Desert grapevine, can't beat it.

So, let me show you how we're shaping up the place, huh?

Olsen here is famous for his banana daiquiris.

Anything without a banana.

A bottle of beer.

A friend of mine, understand?

Oh, yeah, I understand.

Looks like you got everything going your way around here.

You know it.

When that freeway cuts through here, this town, it's gonna be booming.

Three bars going on, three bars. That's 50 bucks.

I ain't got no 50 bucks here.

You wanna complain, complain outside.

I wanna get paid, that's what I want.

That's the sweet potato ripped off my pen.

Yeah, well, forget it. I'll buy you another.

Hey, mister, you saw me.

I didn't stick no quarters in my pocket, right? Sorry, Mac.

I was watching the young lady go by.

You're lying.

Hey, wait a minute, pal.

Crocker.

Maybe you think I'm lying, Junior.

Hey, if you just admit to ripping off my pen, then I won't call anybody a liar.

Oh, come on, buddy.

Why don't you just take the guy outside and forget it?

I don't take orders from you.

I know guns in here, so hand it over.

Well, you see, I'm a police officer, so don't worry about it now.

He's a deputy.

You gotta give him your gun if he tells you to.

I'm gonna hold it, Buster. One thing we don't wanna do is fight.

Kick your head up!

Deposit.

Waste!

Mind is keeping!

What in the world is going on here?

These two picked a fight with Ope.

Why, you lying little cheat.

Now, he's kinfolk, so you just shut your mouth.

Okay, it's all over. Somebody clean up this place. Let's go.

Outside!

I gave you the bag.

Put it on! Poke a little hole in it with the pen.

Shut up!

Assume the position.

Are you kidding?

Arrest that whole damn place, not us.

Take the guns, Ope.

Let's go.

I swear, you either hand that over or I'll kill you for resisting arrest.

You too, 30 grand. You ain't no big deal out here.

And you had to tell him he was lying about your pen.

It would have happened anyway.

Yeah, sure.

Let's go.

Come on! Come on, let's go!

You go in the jail.

Yes, I heard you, Miss Weed.

Yeah, but I'd rather not believe it.

Disturbing the peace?

Call Chief Peck. Numbers 3-7-5.

And don't say nothing on the phone.

I think you don't want strangers to know.

Get me Stavros on the double.

Right away.

Do you get that, nosy? Morning, Lily.

Where's Bobby and Theo?

Jail.

I tell you what, honey.

I mean, you want the three of clubs, baby.

I'll give you the three of clubs.

You just tell me all about Dumpke killing Councilman Cain.

You know, it's the funniest offer I ever got.

Honey, it won't be so funny when Dumpke sends his torpedoes out here

to kill the rumors I started by just shooting off your mouth to me.

You did get that word that you'd kill.

You're bluffing, Kojak.

What are they going to find out anyhow?

You see, by the time I get out of trouble here,

well, Dumpke's trial is going to be all over.

So I'm no threat to testify.

Because you can't take me anywhere.

What's the name of this game?

Genski.

Deputy Chief Hawker.

Captain McNeil.

Chief Peck, he's going over to get the magistrate.

Well, then let me talk to Lieutenant Kojak.

It's for you.

All right, bring it over. Where am I going?

Yeah.

In Greek, you understand?

Yes, sir.

Frank, have you got something to tell me? I understand.

Hold on.

Yes.

One of the licenses, the numbers,

belongs to Dumpke and his brother.

And he's a bad guy in Las Vegas.

Oh, all right.

That explains something.

If anything happens here, I'll call you.

All right.

Adios.

It's French for goodbye.

Well finished, Hawker.

I wonder how he's so cool.

Dumpke's brother?

His silent partner in Vegas.

That's who one of those license plate checks back to.

That's why he's not afraid of getting bumped off.

It's all one happy family. They're all in business together.

I'd still take him back if I could.

Yeah, take him back, put him on a stand.

Make him deny O'Brien's deposition.

Maybe he could sign up for perjury.

He knows that. That's why his friends invent this crime for him.

So we can't take him out of the States.

Dumpke's trial is over.

He gets off on some technicality or something.

B.J., let him out.

Five days for disturbing the peace and resistant arrest.

Sentence suspended.

Providing you get out in an hour.

Mr. Quinlan. Yes, Judge.

May I show Your Honor some records and sworn statements

from members of the Santa Flora Police Department?

You, too, Chief Peck.

Well, thank you.

These records show that Arnie Saxler's car

was reported for hitting a parked vehicle.

at 11.30 Sunday night in Santa Flora.

But Deputy Hucker claims that he saw Saxler here

outside the store in Corey at 9.30 the same night.

So?

Couple hours to get to Santa Flora?

That's about right.

Your Honor, this updated report on the accident

shows that the vehicle was actually hit at 9.45.

You see, the lady who reported the accident

simply didn't get around to calling the police until 11.30.

It happened two hours earlier than it was reported.

So what did you do, Hucker? Get the 11.

30 time from the Santa Flora Police?

Fake the details about seeing Arnie here at 9.

30? I figured all the times would come out right, eh?

Maybe you robbed that morphine, Hucker.

Because there's no way Saxler was in both cities at the same time.

Or you're just trying to be a buddy

and keep him from having to go back to New York.

Heck no.

I seen somebody.

Could have sworn it was Arnie.

Maybe it wasn't.

Damn you, Hucker, you got a lot of questions to answer.

Case dismissed.

You want Saxler Kojak?

You got your right to him.

Mr. Quinlan, thank you.

Your honor.

I tried, Arnie.

Got myself in a mess, too.

Yeah, well, you just get in touch with Sutton.

He'll come up with an angle for both of us.

And you tell him he'd better.

Unless he wants me testifying against his boss's brother.

And that's no idle threat, either.

Lily, baby, my fat friend will write you a thank you note or else.

You ever get to New York? If I ever do.

And if you ever need any heavyweight legal help

on those loopholes in the lease, you call me.

I'll have the DA himself talk to you.

Bye, Lily.

Hi, Kojak.

Who loves you?

Ah.

I want to apologize for what happened, Lieutenant.

Quinlan and me jumped to conclusions,

and we're sorry about that.

And, uh, yeah, we feel just a little bit stupid.

About that whole setup over there, too.

About, uh, letting it get out of hand.

I appreciate the apology, Chief.

I don't hear too many of them in New York.

I called Santa Flora about an hour ago.

He should find a patrol car heading his way pretty quick to escort you back.

Thanks.

We'll drop you both at postcard. Bye now.

What's the matter?

Got a heart attack.

Yeah.

All right.

How long ago did this happen? Three minutes.

Okay.

Okay, cuff him.

Roll him in the ditch.

Get his shirt off first.

Hello. Here comes our escort.

I don't know why you deserve such royal treatment, Saxler.

Better stop and see what he wants, huh?

Just blast that whole damn car through!

Stay down! Get down!

Sutton! What are you doing?

It's me, Arnie!

You think they're gonna kill two cuffs to save your scrawny neck?

No way.

You're the one with the axe over Dumkey's neck.

I can't get a shot at him! Neither can he.

Give me a gun or I'll kill him!

All right, tell me something I want to know, Arnie.

Tell me or I'll slam on the brakes and hand you over right here.

Okay.

Okay!

Dumkey killed Constable Cade!

I saw it! I was driving him that night!

Tell them it's black!

A gun!

He always carried it around for protection,

and then we threw it in the Kiwanis Canal.

Look, Mark, cowboys and Indians.

Just like the movies.

Hang on!

Rotten double-crosses.

Don't forget that on the stand, Saxler.

I certainly will, yes, sir.

Division Commander, I want you to make out a detailed report.

Oh, Frank, if I make out a detailed report, we can set up a meeting.

The only thing we missed out there was a stampede.

Well, welcome back to the subway.

Captain.

Captain, this is the gun they dragged up from the bottom of the canal.

Ballistics says it's the same one that fired the shots that killed the councilman.

The manufacturer still has the records.

Can you believe it?

Dumkey bought it ten years ago in Florida.

Beautiful.

We got this, our singer Canary Saxler,

and that's the beginning and the end of Dumkey.

Excuse me, Captain.

Lieutenant, you know this cactus you broke

back where all this white stuff fell over it?

You know what they call it?

They call it the little old lady cactus.

Perfect souvenir of this Lily Weed character, right?

Hey, Frank, don't knock her.

You know, if my old man had met her 50 years ago,

I guess we might have been the sheriff of Polka Plas these days.

Would you like to see it again, partner?