Original subtitles

What are you doing here? -Harry...

No, I'm all right.

I want to work.

Got some things to finish up.

I'm sorry, Harry.

The war is over for years, and now it kills your son. It's not fair.

At least he's out of pain now.

So, what's new?

We need a qualitative on this heroin seizure.

The officer's waiting, huh?

Fisk, son. Catrias.

Is this your idea of a stalking horse for our spring line?

I couldn't peddle this piece of junk to a war-lite avaricity. Redo him.

Dad, pick up line two.

Look, David, I'm busy. Get the number. Tell him I'll call him back.

It's a Mr. Sentman. He says it's urgent.

Hello, Harry. Long time no see.

I buried my son today, Mr. Fisk.

Yeah, I heard. You have my sympathy.

It was God's punishment, Mr. Fisk, for what we did to that policeman.

Harry, I understand. I've got a couple of sons of my own, but...

I can't live with it, Mr. Fisk. Not anymore.

I've got to do something, Mr. Fisk. I've got to make things right again.

Sure, sure. But listen, why don't we meet and talk it over first, huh?

You owe me that much.

I'll get off at six.

The Bloody Mary.

Six? Why don't we make it seven at the Bloody Mary? Know where that is?

Corner 28, Broadway.

Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it.

You'll take care of it? You'd take care of it properly in the first place.

We wouldn't be in this mess.

How could I know his son would die?

You should have known. You should have anticipated it.

There must have been other ways to go and save our waste.

Well, you were in a hurry, remember?

I'll need some money.

See you, brother. I don't want to hear about it.

It could cost a lot of money. What am I to tell Dan?

What you will always tell him.

He took a bath at the track. Now, go on.

Did you ever get a tune stuck in your head?

Won't go away?

Well, that's how this is with me.

I try to think of something else,

put it out of my thoughts, but it's no use.

You're upset.

There's $10,000 in here.

It's yours.

Take a vacation.

Has he had a vacation? No.

An innocent man, two years behind bars,

because of me.

Mr. Sentman, you tell the truth.

You'll be behind bars.

At least I'll sleep nights.

You go to prison. My father goes to prison.

I go.

I don't have to bring him into it. Or you.

It's my conscience I'm worried about.

They'll make you talk.

You're an old man.

Mr. Sentman,

please,

take the money.

He took the money once.

Never again.

Do it.

Excuse me.

I want to see Mr. Fiorello.

It's about his son.

It's something very important I have to tell him.

Vino Fiorello?

The old man went bankrupt over a year ago. Got no idea where he is now.

Bankrupt?

Lawyers for his Joey.

Give me a couple of shots from each end of the block, okay?

Beautiful.

And there's no witnesses on this.

You got us some witnesses? We're holding some.

I just walked away from a table that promised a lot of Greek goodies.

This better be dynamite, Gomez.

I think maybe it is.

First off, this wasn't a simple hit-and-run.

It was deliberate, according to witnesses.

Now we got some tire tracks where the car jumped a curb.

And we also got some pretty fair tread design.

There's a solo act you're doing great.

So what do you need from my life?

A little, uh, the victim's name is Sentman.

Does it ring a bell?

Harry's Sentman?

Say, Spor Spor, whose testimony sent your buddy up?

Under the circumstances,

I thought maybe you'd like to be in on this from the start.

Under the circumstances?

Sentman

was looking for Joey Fiorello's father.

Oh, Lieutenant, this is Mrs. Villa-Borghi.

She was talking to the victim before he was run down.

He came asking for Vino and he said he had something important to tell him.

He say what, Mrs. Villa-Borghi?

Well, it had to do with Vino's son, Joey.

Great.

Just great. Do you see what it says here?

Suspicious circumstances.

They got a description of the car, eyewitnesses,

everything but an autographed picture.

This is the way you take care of things.

You said you didn't want to hear about it.

Well, I'm hearing about it now, aren't I?

Thanks to you, it's being served up to the entire city with their cornflakes.

Where'd you get this bum from? In the Yellow Pages?

$10,000.

You could have bought Albert Anastasia.

I don't know, Mr. Anastasia.

Out of my limited circle of acquaintances, I took who I could get.

I'm sorry if you think I let you down.

So what else is new?

I close one door and you open the next.

It's like a chain letter already.

You should have done it yourself.

You should have tried to rock around his neck and thrown him into Hudson.

Could you do that? Yes, I could.

If my father told me to, you bet your life I wouldn't.

He was a nice old man. All he wanted was a decent night's sleep.

A decent night's sleep?

What's your brother, chopped liver?

Are you forgetting who we did this for and why?

No, Father, I'm not forgetting that.

You're forgetting your brother will never

walk again for the rest of his life. Morning.

I'm not forgetting that.

Good morning, sleepyhead.

Ah, he stays up three in the morning watching Alice Faye movies, huh?

Dummy, you can't get into your head.

The lady's married.

Maybe I dig unrequited love.

Unrequited love?

For a grandmother?

Well, if you're looking for unrequited, what's wrong with Raquel Welch, huh?

Hey, guess what? The Celtics are in town.

Got us a couple of tickets right behind the next bench, huh?

After that, we fall into the palm for a little lobster and home fries.

How's that sunny, huh?

As long as I'm in bed by 11.

30, it's Paul Ed Goddard with Channel 9.

Oh, Paul Ed Goddard, too?

Next thing you know, you'll be writing mash notes to Gloria Swanson.

Hey, you gonna dawdle over that coffee all morning?

Business isn't shaky enough, you got to pioneer the four-hour work day?

I'll see you later at the rock pile, kid.

Yeah, I don't want to hear you miss your subway connection, either.

And when you keep your nose in the racing form, get yourself a seeing-eye dog.

Perhaps Max, come on.

Couldn't you have gotten three tickets?

Oh, your brother Max doesn't like contact sports.

I'm not hitting the exact, but that's all he cares about.

All right, Sentman comes looking for Joey's pop.

Five minutes later, he's in traffic fatality.

Are you trying to tell me that 101 don't make two?

I don't know what it makes.

I don't know that much about Fiorello's conviction to begin with.

Yeah, well, Joey was working narcotics, right? He got lucky.

He colored a sailor who'd smuggled a pound of heroin.

Sentman did a lab analysis,

87% pure.

What went wrong?

When the case came to trial, the defense attorney demanded another analysis.

This time it turned out to be nothing but milk sugar.

They found most of the smack in Joey's apartment,

along with 5,000 cash.

You bat your eyes off the faucet and the slammer.

What was Fiorello's story?

That somebody in the lab or the property department made the switch,

then planted the statue in his pad to frame him.

Remember why I frame him?

Nobody had an answer for that.

An internal affairs cleared Sentman and anybody else who ever went near the evidence.

He was a straight arrow, Frank.

I'm even not the greatest piece of work who ever pinned on the tin, but I liked him.

I've trusted him with my life.

The narc and the joint. Innocent and guilty.

Everybody's gonna be after a piece of him.

Lieutenant, we locked out.

Aye, Captain. That tread design paid off.

Out of 2,000 tires, special duty.

Only one customer on the island, a variety rent-a-car.

Okay, run it down.

You know, talking about 500 cars, boss, on a weekend.

You caught this one, Junior?

You turned up a lead?

It takes 500 rent-a-cars?

You check out 500 rent-a-cars, okay?

Okay, okay.

Ah, sure.

It's a rundown on a victim, Skip.

Harold Sentman, a widower, employed, NYPD, 28 years.

Outstanding personal package.

Not a pimple. Not an ingrown hair.

Son of a war hero.

He buried the kid yesterday.

Not another homicide.

Well, sort of. He was wounded in Vietnam three years ago, and

he's been on outpatient at the Oakview Hospital ever since.

And that's where he finally talked to them.

You know Sentman plants his boy in the A.M.?

Comes nightfall. A cruising rent-a-car makes him the doubleheader.

Hey, I don't need a pocket calculator to compute those odds.

All right, come on, Curly.

Wax your skis. Where are we going?

I'm signing you up for Medicare.

Here's what I have, Lieutenant.

Martin, Sentman, 26,

shrapnel wounds.

Well, why was he here, Doctor? Why there at a veteran's hospital?

Overflow.

We have a contract with the V.A.

Hundreds of our patients are contract referrals.

During the past three years, Martin's been in and out of here a dozen times.

The cause of death?

A small particle of shrapnel in an inoperable location

dislodged and traversed to the heart.

It was always a possibility, Lieutenant.

Well, what's this, Dr. Sullivan? Alkaloids in the blood test?

As far as confidentiality.

You had a drug addict, didn't you, Doctor?

I'm sorry, gentlemen.

I'm very busy.

I can always get a court order and exhume the body.

The cause of death was just as I said.

But... we gave them our youth

and we got us back a legion of junkies.

You're not saying you were supplying them?

I'm saying Martin Sentman had a monkey the size of King Kong.

Somebody was feeding it. Don't ask me who.

Pathologically, he died two days ago

as a result of wounds sustained during combat action.

But if you want a non-medical opinion,

Martin was already dead when they shipped him home from Vietnam.

Well, Sentman's kid was a junkie.

Maybe his old man was boosting horse form from the police lab.

No way. They won't notice down there like clockwork.

Well, how else have it that big?

How's Sentman gonna keep it happy on his take home?

You ask good questions, Tiny.

You got any good answers?

Well, now, what do we have here?

Mario, Nellis, working for a hospital.

That's pretty weird, huh?

Like Mary West teaching kindergarten.

Murray. Hey, Nellis.

You've done pretty well, Murray.

You ought to try out for the Olympics.

Oh, little bug.

You know I have to keep your streets clean.

It ain't enough these kids have already been to hell.

You got a pedal in my return trigger, right? Well, take a look.

Possession with intent.

You know something with your yellow sheet,

you're staring at fifteen semesters, Turkey.

And the shape you're in?

You will live to crown the first homecoming queen.

Suppose I wanted a couple, please.

Could you get me a walk away?

Well, not if you give me Marty Borman. Let's face it,

Murray, you're gonna draw time on this one.

Harder soft than you call the shots. I belch.

You guarantee me the farm?

You matriculated Greenhaven, rubbing elbows with the white collars. Okay.

Sentman, he's in on a scholarship. See, it's weird,

I know, but that's the way she rides. Whatever Marty

wants, give it to him. Those are my instructions.

Well, him being a heavyweight hitter, what he wants

ends up to be about a C-note a day.

You're telling us he was sponsored,

and his pappy wasn't picking up the tab? -I didn't even know he had a pappy.

I didn't even know he had a pappy. If he

didn't have a pappy, then who, huh? -Beats me.

Look, once a week, I get an envelope in the mail.

No name, no return address, just 1,000 balloons.

Whatever Marty don't shoot, it's mine, the pocket.

You expect us to swallow that, right?

Somebody had it pasted together, you didn't answer the

ad in the Village Voice, did you? -I get a phone call

from some dude, he don't say who he is, just that he's got this deal for me.

Ornellas,

put a cork in it.

We didn't just get off the bus.

Now, before you'd unload a nickel bag, you'd make

sure you weren't climbing in bed with a narc.

Hey, give me a reference.

I checked it out, everything hung together.

What reference? A name, Murray. Hey, man, it was

three years ago, I don't keep a set of books.

Hey, if you heard the name again, would you remember? Yeah, I might.

Sure, why not?

You, uh, got a name to lay on me? Not yet.

But I'll know where to find you when we do,

okay, Buckham? Come on, sweetie, let's go.

You believe that? You're kidding.

Only a spaced out acid freak would invent a story like that.

Besides, this is the first thing you said that's made any sense.

Sense? All right, put yourself in Harry Sentman's shoes.

A war hero for a son.

Would you want it getting out that the kid's a junkie?

But four G's a month, Frank?

Where's Harry gonna promote that kind of loot? Except he did.

In three years, over 150K he's gone into Marty's veins.

Three years, Frank,

it was three years ago that Joey Fiorello went on trial.

So who's the anonymous sponsor?

Whoever wanted Joey framed.

I buy that. Then unexpectedly the kid dies.

Suddenly Sentman doesn't need his benefactor anymore and he decides to come to terms

with his conscience.

Mike, would you do me a favor?

Call the D.A.'s office.

Have them pull the package on the Fiorello trial

and tell Saperstein I want Sentman's pad turned inside, out, okay?

When I get back I expect a complete inventory.

Okay. Where will you be in the meantime?

Visiting a friend in Attica.

That's the way you greet a long lost friend, Joey?

Hey, all my friends are long lost.

Come on. It's me, okay?

Mr. Lieutenant, have you moved up another notch?

What, and I get myself to a desk job? Come on.

I'd rather pound a beat. How you doing, kid?

Oh, great. Plenty of fresh air and sunshine, four-star cuisine

dance every Saturday night. It's a regular holiday cruise.

I couldn't see that.

Oh, merit badges.

The most popular kid on the block. Between the screws

and the odd birds, I can hardly find a minute to myself.

You should have stopped by a couple of weeks ago.

You could have visited me in the infirmary.

One of my loyal fans gave me six inches of rusty steel as a token of his esteem.

Maybe I could help to chase that.

How? I'm going to con the warden into sticking me in solitary.

Talk about your case, Joey.

Hey, something's shaking.

Harry Sentman? He snuffed himself last night.

It turns out his kid is mainailing.

We nailed the pusher. Murray Ornellas.

Raise any flags?

I know the name. A dime bag.

You never figured in a bus to mine, so?

I'm just getting started. Yeah, but it's obvious, ain't it?

What I've been saying all along, I was set up.

Now we know who.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, what we don't know is why.

Motive, Joey.

Come on. Sentman was the means, he wasn't the man.

Some other clown put this act together.

I've gone over ten million times in my head.

What else have I got to think about? Theo,

they found the junk in my house.

I had bill collectors. I had a mortgage squeezing me hospital bills.

I had the motive all right, but who had the motive to frame me?

I gave the Shoe Flies every name I could scratch up.

Bupkis!

They missed on Sentman, made them miss some place else.

Hey, look, someone went to a lot of trouble

to send you up here, and popped for an awful lot of green to keep you here.

Unless Murray's handing us a line,

it's caused 150

big ones for this paint job.

My whole career, I never dropped a net on anybody who could ante up that kind of jack

without knocking over a bank first.

Anyhow, where's the percentage?

For 30 grand, he could have imported a cannon

from Detroit and dunked my doughnut permanent.

Maybe they don't want you dead. Maybe they just want you twisting in the wind.

As soon as they got their money's worth.

My wife divorced me.

My kid changed his name.

My old man. Used to be I'd see him every visiting day. Now we don't even write.

Whoever zapped me wanted to smash my face.

My wife, you did a great day job of it.

Enjoy.

Vino, he sold the store. He moved away.

What? He had to. He went bankrupt.

Maybe that's why you haven't heard from him.

The economy.

Those lawyers, all those appeals.

I told him he was wasting his time.

That store was his whole life.

They'll find him.

See if he's okay.

You got it, baby.

Hey, with any kind of luck, maybe we can do a lot more, all right?

Max, you okay, Max?

Never better, why?

I know it's none of my business and personally I couldn't care less.

But?

I'm the bookkeeper.

And every week a thousand or so and now ten thousand.

Like it's petty cash and we're running out of

postage stamps and Dad doesn't even whimper.

Something's going on, Max. I can feel it.

Uh, yeah.

What?

I don't know.

It's more involved in the vicissitudes of off-track betting.

I'm your brother.

If you're in some kind of trouble. Relax, kid.

I've turned over new leaf.

You've okayed my last gambling debt.

I mean it.

Fisk, son. Kurturias.

Yeah, just a moment.

You know an Augie, Matthews.

What can I do for you, Mr.Matthews?

You didn't tell me the bullseye was on a P.T.

A little of what you said.

Well, baby, it's warm outside.

And I got a spring for an asbestos overcoat.

You dig? You're saying, Mr.Matthews,

that due to unforeseen circumstances the cost of fact there is a

prescient realism.

To fifty thousand, cousin.

And I want it in my bread box before Johnny Carson gets warmed up.

You know the address. And if it ain't here, I'm springing for a dime.

No, that won't be necessary, Mr. Matthews.

I'm sure we can deliver.

Max!

Keep it in idle, Miss Covington.

Hope springs are eternal.

What was that all about?

I realize you prefer not to hear about it.

But there comes a time when the beeswax runs out.

I just had a call from the person

who is supposed to deal with the sentiment problem.

He's putting in for social security.

How much? -Fifty now.

I seriously doubt if it'll stop at that.

Of course we could always give him a piece of the business.

Fisk and accomplices. -What business?

Fifty thousand dollars cash.

Either way you look at it, I'll be back behind a push cart on Picken Avenue.

Unless maybe I

liquidate those bonds your mama left for you and Dan.

Oh, no. There's a cheaper way.

Look, I'm not looking for cheaper.

I'm looking for absolute.

It's absolute, all right.

Did you ever stop to think, Father, if it had

been me in that wheelchair instead of Dan?

None of this would have ever happened.

Hey, Lieutenant.

How do you... Do you know how to spell egregious?

Hagrid, Doug. Five dollars across the board, egregious.

Yeah, hey, look. I promised the Lord K-70 for a pal. Name's Vino Fiorello.

Last known address,

187 Mulberry Street.

Make me look good. Will you egregious?

Look, how'd we do with Sentman's pad?

He wanted to see his personal effects, so I left

him on the desk. But we still haven't been able

to account for his movements between the time he knocked off work and the killing.

I asked for the package on the Joey Fiorello case.

Come in, yeah? Well, sort of.

What's that supposed to mean?

Hmm.

That ain't my favorite shoe flying.

Um... How's the head-hunting business, Hank?

I understand you're poking into the Fiorello case.

That could upset a lot of people downtown, Kojak.

It's taken us two years to neutralize the stink of that bucket of worms.

I mean, there's no need to stir up front-page

publicity on a rogue cop all over again.

It's part of a homicide investigation on one of our own, Captain.

You suggesting I should drop that? No, no, no, no.

Just stay on your side of the line.

If the Fiorello case gets reopened, then Internal Affairs runs the action. Uh-huh.

Well, look, we got to knock Chemist Eist, and before he shuffles

off this mortal call, he'll try to visit Joey's father.

Now, I think it's important we touch every base,

especially the original Fiorello investigation.

I handled the original investigation, Kojak.

No base, one untouched.

Are you under the impression I get a bonus for every cop I bag?

You think it gives me some kind of cheap thrill?

I checked every piece of evidence just as though it were a litmus test

where there was a hole, I plugged it.

If Fiorello wanted questions asked, I saw that they were answered. If he had been the

Commissioner's nephew, he couldn't have gotten a fairer shake.

I covered that case from every conceivable angle,

and he was dirty, you understand? Dirty!

The case was airtight.

Was it? -Yes.

The D.A. thought so. So did the grand jury.

So did the review board.

So did the appellate courts.

If I didn't think he was guilty, I think I could sleep nights.

A lot better than Joey Fiorello.

An innocent man in a stir, that's heavy enough, isn't it?

But an innocent man who happens to be an ex-cop.

You know what that means, Russo?

It's a miracle he survived two years.

And that's why I'm digging, because I have reason to

believe Joey's completely innocent. -What reason?

Something your airtight investigation failed to turn up.

Sentmans' kid?

On a needle.

Three years running, an unidentified philanthropist forked over a grand a week

to keep Sonny Boy floating on a non-stop high.

So how'd you sleep tonight, Hank?

Maybe it was just a coincidence.

Eh, and my father was a Turk.

Well, what about it? You gonna release the Fiorello file on me? -Okay!

You'll have it within the hour.

Good luck.

Is there anything I can do?

Sure, I know.

You give it the ol' litmus test.

Ah, Saperstein!

Yeah!

This was found on the victim's person?

Mm-hmm.

Kinky, ain't it?

Well, check it out to it, so this could be the lead we're looking for.

Right.

Make it nice, Saperstein.

Hey, Lieutenant, this is, uh,

Miss Marshall from the Variety Rent-the-Car.

Oh, yes. You mind if I smoke?

Would you like a chair for the lady, Gomez?

Okay.

Now, just tell the lieutenant what you told me, Cindy, huh?

In your own words.

I didn't know it was so serious.

I just thought the company might be checking something.

That's why I didn't say anything. Murder.

That's an entirely different matter, isn't it?

We'd like to think so.

If you'll just translate all that for me, maybe we can get someplace.

This man, Smith, he brought the car back in with a damaged right front fender.

And he asked me not to say anything

because he said he had too many accidents on his record.

It wasn't a very big dent, so I just wrote down that we did it.

Parking or something.

He asked, you agreed, and da-da-da, like that.

Well, not exactly.

He gave me this card.

He said I could get all the clothes I wanted.

60% off.

50% off.

I can get it for you also.

That's Fisk's couturiers.

You get Mr. Smith's address?

Phony is his name.

Well, then, Detective Gomez,

I suggest you escort our star witness

out into the squad room and parade her past the 52 file.

Just maybe, if the guards are sympathetic,

she'll come out with a face for Mr. Smith.

Let's go in, Mr. Marshall.

Um, Fisk's? Yeah.

Third floor.

Use the stairs.

The elevator takes forever.

Thanks.

Well, I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

Well, the suspect gave the lady your card, Mr. Fisk.

Look, Lieutenant, let me tell you something.

In this moment, in this business, everybody's got an angle.

Look, some guy looking to score uses my card to score points with some chickie.

I mean, I got no control over that, Lieutenant.

Well, who pairs out the cards beside yourself?

Your son, for instance? Well, anybody.

Anybody who comes into the place is a whole boxful out on the counter.

Just grab a handful. I'd really like to help

you, but I'm afraid I don't know you, Mr. Smith.

All right. Do me a favor, won't you?

Keep an eye open for anybody who fits that description, in case

he comes in and grabs another handful of cards.

Okay, I'll do that.

Uh, one of your sons? He has.

My youngest, Danny.

He was an all-city guard his junior year in high school.

He was on the team of Columbia that swept the Ivy League. -No kidding.

Surprised he didn't turn pro. He must have had offers.

Ah, did he have offers? Why, he'd have been snapped up like that in the pro draft.

He also had an accident.

Well, basketball loses a superstar,

I gain a business partner.

That will be all. Thank you.

Lieutenant.

Me and Liz are located in Zeno Fiorello for you.

He's in a nursing home on the Lower East Side.

Oh, you'll see this joint. It's a breeding ground for cockroaches. You can stick a

ranger thing in there. We'd make it through the week.

Well, get him out of there.

Sure, how?

You called Captain Russo at I.A.D.

And you're telling me he wants to help Joey?

Would you get him to give his old

man some decent care and treatment? Go ahead.

Okay, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant, we got it.

We I.D. Mr. Smith.

Mm-hmm.

Orgy Matthews.

How sweet it is.

Got the money?

No.

No, what do you mean, no?

You're too rich for my blood, Orgy.

You gotta be kidding.

You're gonna kill me, huh?

That's the general idea, Orgy.

One shot fired but at whom, pray tell?

And did it find its target?

Orgy, the dilettante eternal dabbler,

a little bit of this, a little bit of that, and razzle-dazzle on like that.

Just so long as it's illegal, numbers, prostitution, labor,

racketeering, dope, et cetera.

Oh, that name that Murray or Nellis couldn't remember.

The jock who certified the Marty Simmons Scholarship three years ago.

Well, you bet it was the deer departed.

Oh, we can always ask, huh? And indeed we shall.

What's that? -Ten grand and hundred dollar

bills tucked in the top of that drawer there.

The going rate for narcotics chemists.

Poor old Sentman, even in death he flies economy class.

All right, I don't suppose you'll turn up anything,

but run these seward numbers past the banks.

Lieutenant, you're gonna like this.

Well, I haven't liked anything so far.

I've found traces of blood in the elevator across the lobby.

You're gonna pin a posthumous marksman medal on little Orgy.

So we know our perpetrator's sprung a leak.

He's gonna need professional attention.

Alert to every emergency hospital, okay?

And you might start canvassing the taxi fleets as well.

Wherever he went from here, chances are he's left a trail of blood.

I was tossing in the closet, you know, looking for clues,

and in the pocket of one of the jackets, guess what I found?

Oh, just what I've always wanted.

A matching set.

Okay, Saperstein, you're a jewel.

Did you check the massage parlor?

I did, yeah.

They swore up and down that Harry Sentman never set foot in the joint.

You know, Sentman, I believe him.

Oh, he didn't pick this up in the girls.

He got it at the same place that Sentman did, right on the street.

I want you to picture this.

Sentman's ambling along.

His mind on his son's funeral, maybe,

or the fact that he's got to locate Vino Fiorello.

Make things right for Joey, right?

Some sidewalk huckster shoves this into Harry's hand,

doesn't even glance at it,

just thrusts it absentmindedly in his pocket, and he strolls on.

That's a different proposition.

Knowing him, he hangs on to this because he's got big eyes,

you know, to visit the massage parlor once he's helped old Harry into the next world.

So we determine where the huckster passed these handbills out,

and maybe we can put together what Sentman did with himself

between the hour and a half

that he split from the job and turned up in the village, right?

You just read my mind.

What does he pay selling?

Well, fine time to be coming home,

wouldn't you think we'd wait dinner for you forever?

Max!

Max!

What is it?

What happened?

I'll get Dr.Fleischer.

No, no, doctors.

But he's bleeding!

Janney, you've got to trust me, please,

and there are reasons.

Go to the medicine chest, give me some absorbent cotton,

hide down alcohol and some gauze tape.

He could die, couldn't he?

Danny, please, would you go?

Something's. worse than that.

Let's see what we got here.

Nineteen nine point one.

That's practically normal.

Looks like you're going to make it through the night.

I never doubted it.

No?

Well, I didn't.

You know, I'd rather spend the rest of my life

cutting Harris tweed with a manicure scissors than go through this again.

It's done, Papa.

And nobody saw you?

I was very careful.

Thanks, son.

So all in a day's work, huh, Pa?

Hey, Dad.

It's after two o'clock. I'll take over.

Look, I don't want you overtaxing your brother.

Now, he's too ugly to die, but that doesn't mean I want him hanging around the house

for the next six weeks recuperating, either.

Okay.

Good night.

Are you going to give up Alice Faye to sit with me?

Never.

Jane Friese, maybe.

On the eleven o'clock news,

there was a report about a gangster who was gunned down in his apartment.

Guy that called you this afternoon, his name was Matthews, wasn't it?

Madden.

Arnie Madden.

Hey, kid.

I'm kind of out of it.

Tell me about Sandy's pride.

What do you mean?

I mean a three-year-old out of noblesse oblige.

Tell me about her, Max.

That's one bank tail I don't know.

Don't know Sandy's pride?

Took the Belmont stakes.

What about, uh, Dopey Jean,

Harry Krishna, Rebecca's pride, Harry Krishna, who rode Jingle Jack

in the Preakness, who was the last Philly to take the Triple Crown?

You don't know, do you?

Do you, Max?

The big better, the grander weak man.

You wouldn't know a furlong from a furbelow.

No, wait, I take that back.

Being in the trade, you'd at least know a furbelow.

What do you want from me, kid?

I want the truth.

That's one thing I can't give you.

Having murdered to suppress it.

You're right, kid.

It was Matthews.

Hey, this is the Chambouz with settlement of the Bloody Mary.

Now, according to the Rami out there,

he says that when they went their separate ways,

the suspect goes over to this car,

parked out front, hands the driver

an envelope or something, car takes off.

Augie Matthews?

That's what he said, Captain.

I've never seen his face someplace before,

but I'd be damned if I could remember where.

I tell you, he's not in our 52 file.

I mean, I had witnesses go through it end to end

before I even put him together with the sketch artist out there.

The bartender didn't know him.

Says he never set eyes on him before.

What about Sentman?

Same deal, total stranger.

You know, a thousand bars to choose from, why there?

Well, you had to meet him someplace, Lieutenant.

Hey, that's an answer, not an explanation.

Anything else, young man?

Oh, Saperstein located the cabbie who took Sentman to the village, nothing there.

Oh, almost forgot.

We got confirmation from Arnelis

that Augie Matthews was the go-between who duked in Martin's sentiment sponsor.

We've been able to get a line on that bundle you picked up at Augie's apartment.

Clean money, Frank, clean, clean money.

Now, either the killer knows where to get it

washed or he's up to his fanny and lose cash.

I should have no problem.

So where are we?

How does nowhere hit you?

Don't have a clue as to who blew Augie away,

who put the package together to begin with,

the motive behind it all,

or where and how Matthews' killer got his wound attended to last night.

The more I think about it,

the more I'm convinced Joey Fiorello,

he's got the key.

Somewhere buried in that memory bag is, there's the answer.

He just doesn't know he has it.

Ah!

I don't know where I saw this turkey.

Gomez, a few years back, Augie Matthews, he was with the Union Goon Squad.

Yeah.

You find out if that Goon Squad ever worked

in the Garment District.

You got it.

You shouldn't have come in today.

You should be home in bed.

The penalty one pays for being blessed with robust health.

I never missed work a day in my life.

If I stay out, there's bound to be questions.

He's right, Dan.

It's got to look like nothing's happened.

The whole family on display, as always.

The hurt's essential.

Let's go.

I'm positive.

I've never seen him before. Why? Who is he?

Hey, if I knew that, Polly, I could have saved myself a trip up here.

He's implicated in the Sentman here.

That much we're sure of.

Aaron run a main man, partner in crime,

zapper dapper like that, for your guess is as good as mine.

Harry Sentman, Murray Arnellis, Augie Matthews,

names, names, that's all they are to me, just names.

And now this one.

It's going to be a cast of 1,000.

I can't even start to figure out what one of them has got to do with me.

Let's try, uh,

one more on for size.

Just for the hell of it.

You know, even in a rig game, they let the mark win at least one hand.

You ready?

Aaron Fisk, I give you butterflies.

What does it do for you?

Fisk?

Nothing.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. Hey, take that back.

There was a Fisk, but his name wasn't Aaron.

All right, tell me about it.

Maybe we'll find a connection.

It was years ago.

Um... I can't...

I can't put my hands on it.

Um... Oh, why can't I think of it?

Easy, Joey. No pressure.

It will come to you.

We'll talk about something else. We'll talk about bras or something.

Get your mind off of it, okay?

Uh... Oh.

We located your pump.

Oh, hey, that's terrific. How is he? Is he all right?

He suffered a mild heart attack, but he's doing fine now.

Resting up in a fancy convalescent home out on Long Island.

Lest I heard he was pinching every fiend he could lay his hands on.

Ha ha ha ha.

Oh, that's terrific, Theo.

Just terrific. I don't know how I'm ever to thank you.

Not me.

You thank Captain Russo.

Russo? Is she a fly who put me here?

Joey, you've got a lot of friends.

More than you even know.

This man on my squad never heard of you until a couple of days ago.

Working around the clock, busting their tails to spring you.

I didn't realize. I had no idea.

Dan.

What?

Dan. That was his name. Dan Fisk.

It was about, uh, maybe, uh, close to four years ago.

I was closing in for a drug bust.

The suspect grabbed a set of wheels and took off on me.

I gave pursuit.

The suspect ran through a red light and a total of, uh, a sports car

just approaching the intersection.

College kid. Dan Fisk. He was the driver.

Well, we'll talk.

Do you have any contact with him or his father after the accident?

An accident investigation squad detail followed up.

I tried to visit the kid in the hospital, but this old man put the stoppers to it.

I felt awful, of course, but what could I do?

Those things happen sometimes. It was a lousy break.

Sure, but it wasn't my fault.

Yeah, but that's not our Dan Fisk's old man season.

You mean over a thing like that?

Over a thing like that, two men are dead,

a marriage wrecked, a cop's career shot down in flames.

You're all told it's some enchilada, baby.

Joey.

Now, get your shield back.

I mean, if that's the way you want it, if you still give it there.

And, uh, the PBA?

Well, we'll see it to you that you receive

every damage coming to you in the way a pack pay, okay?

That ain't enough.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

What can I tell you?

Not even God can give you back the past three years.

I'm going for a Danish.

Can I get you anything?

Well, what could it hurt?

Bring me back a prune whip and, uh, maybe a vanilla shake,

give or take two scoops.

You got it, sonny.

Hey, Max.

You okay?

Such a warrior, my kid brother.

Am I okay?

On a scale of one to ten, I'm an easy seven and three eights.

We'll have it for you by the 12th.

Okay? Goodbye.

Yes, can I help you?

Yeah, we'd like to see your father, Dan.

Well, he's, uh, got someone with him right now.

A buyer.

I'm afraid he's gonna be tied up for some time.

Well, then you'd better untie him.

Lieutenant Kojak, New York Police Department.

Dad?

There's a, uh, Lieutenant Kojak out here.

Wants to see you right away.

All right, I'll tell him.

My, uh, father will be with you in a minute.

Someone you know?

What?

Uh...

No.

Lieutenant, do you wish to see me?

Moisha?

Yeah.

This is Dan Fisk. Is my brother still there?

No, that's...

that's all right.

Thank you.

It's my older son, Maximilian.

It's not a likeness that you'd put on a postage stamp, but...

it's close enough, I suppose.

What about it, Lieutenant?

I think you know what about it, Mr. Fisk.

What?

You call this proof?

Proof? Proof of what?

Look, I don't have to tell you anything.

I don't know how to even talk to you.

Mr. Fisk, Augie's killer got hit by a bullet.

You know that. We know that.

Wasn't you? We checked.

We know exactly where you were when Augie died.

And it obviously wasn't your son, Danny.

That leaves Maximilian.

Now, where is he, Mr.Fisk?

I told you, Lieutenant. I've got nothing to say to you now.

Now, get out.

Get out!

Gomez?

Hey, you want to hang loose there?

Was it worth it?

I mean, now that the show's over, Mr.

Fisk, was it really worth it?

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, it was worth it!

It was worth it!

Max, go back!

Look out, Danny! Look out!

Danny!

Max!

Danny!

Danny!

God!

Danny...

Danny... No, Mr. Fisk.

It wasn't worth it.