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Tonight on Kojak.

The victim.

What do we know about him? He had a dark
side of him that found that gangster

thing so attractive.

Now, Nutsy gets hit, and you're all over
me. Why me?

I'm looking for someone who committed a
murder.

Whispered to me. Who did it? Go to hell.

Now, look at this. This was on the
finger of a headless body, Carolyn. He

can't hurt you.

No. I don't give a damn whether you care
who killed him or not. I care.

Pull over.

Wait up ahead.

The newspapers are making a meal out of
this Nannuzzi killing.

You're going to start feeling the
pressure.

Forget about the news media.

The feds aren't happy with the
cooperation we're giving them on the old

damn case.

They got Moose. What else do they want?

I guess they'll like to find a way to
stick him with it.

Any ideas?

Sure. Let's close them down.

Make the cost of doing business too
expensive.

Well, look.

Now, if anything useful occurs to you,
I'd like to hear about it, okay? All

right. Chief.

Hey, I'll check in with you. Chief.

Hey. What are you doing down here with
the working stiffs?

You're looking good, Theo. Lost a
little, or is it the suit?

I see some of the decisions that big
bosses make upstairs, and it destroys my

appetite. You used to sound off about
them.

Well, that's when I was young and
foolish, and I thought I could change

the system.

The day you stop thinking, you can
change the system.

Oh, say hello to Detective St. John,
Inspector Kojak. Pleasure, Detective.

Conrad has asked to be assigned to you.

Oh?

Mm-hmm. Good luck.

Hey, George.

Wait a minute, I want to talk to you. I
have lunch at Gracie Mansion.

I'll be late.

I see you ask, and here you are.

Is that how they do it nowadays?

I don't believe so, no.

You're here, aren't you?

Yes, sir.

How old are you?

Twenty-five.

Twenty-five.

That old, huh?

Hey, Jimmy!

Don't move the truck!

Oh, God.

Detected.

Want to see me?

Mm-hmm.

Here.

Proceed fourth way to the fourth
precinct.

Dismembered body.

Who? Why? Oh, and take St. John with
you.

St. John!

Hopefully you'll get lost.

You try and ID a body with only a hand.

Like you can forget dental records.

Places here what you call a
disadvantage.

No hair color, no eye color, just a
hand.

Right. What are you tapped into, NCIC in
Washington?

Right.

No clothing, labels?

Bless you. Are you doing something for
that? Are you taking anything?

I'm allergic.

Sorry. What about prints?

Hair samples?

Tried it.

Wherever this guy was, he sure know the
hell out of somebody, that's for sure.

Hey, look, buy what we got.

Months from now, a year from now, who
knows?

It was somebody.

Okay.

I really appreciate this, Dan. No
problem.

We're trying to fit a name to a murder
victim.

I haven't got much to go on.

That was on a finger of a headless body.

There's an inscription inside.

Be damned if I can read it.

Let's have a look.

Turn up the light.

Let's get our focus.

Okay.

Here we go.

It's in script.

Carolyn dash Freddie.

Carolyn and Freddie.

No Freddie.

No Fred.

How about Fred Ritt?

This looks like it.

Missing persons got it Monday the 10th.

Information given by the spouse.

Carol it.

Ben.

Detective Blake.

You wanted a make on the dismembered
body?

Uh-huh.

Well, do you want to stop gloating long
enough to tell me what you've got?

One objective, I get a little pleasure
out of my victories.

That would be uncharitable.

You don't have that many of them.

Last Monday, missing persons.

They get a call from Carolyn Payton.

Says her husband Frederick hasn't shown
up. That his thief is wearing a ring

inscribed Carolyn and Freddie.

Haven't... What?

Frederick R. Payton?

The author, right?

Looks like somebody was a critic.

I'll get the wife down here and take a
look at what's left of her.

No.

No?

I'll take care of it.

That's all very interesting, but surely,
Mr. King, you don't deny that boxing is

more show business than sport.

These days, everything is show business.

Television. That's what you do.

Entertainment.

What I like to think I'm up to is
communication, the exchange of ideas.

Sure. And I like to think what I'm up to
is the sweet science, the manly art.

But... How about our obligation to give
the public what it wants?

And you think you know what that is?
Look at my success. What do you think?

Well,

on that note, we'll be right back with
Mr. Don King.

Okay, that's fine. You were wonderful.

See you.

I'm sorry to intrude.

I feel like saying how happy I am to see
you, but this isn't a social call, is

it? You want me to wait until you're
finished with this? No, it's fine.

It's about Freddy.

Is he still missing?

Yes, he is.

Why do you look at me like that?

Well, we're waiting for a positive
identification.

But I think your husband is dead.

I'm sorry.

You're not sure?

Well, was he wearing a ring?

I think so, yeah. Did it have your names
in it?

Where is he? I just have...

Well, one more segment with Mr. King and
I'll go with you. Oh, Carolyn, could you

get somebody else, you know, to make the
identification?

Why?

The body.

It's not intact.

All right.

It looks like we're all here.

Let's get down to business.

We have a celebrity murder.

Grist for the media mills.

High public visibility.

God bless you.

Which means the boss is who you watch.

Which doesn't mean we don't give the
same effort toward every case, right?

Right.

Frederick Clayton?

What do we know about him?

The victim.

He's a writer.

He's a writer. What kind of writer?

Books. Nonfiction. Walk in the Shadows
about Vietnam.

He also did a bio on Ali North.

I had one of those quickie things.
Interesting books.

Peyton.

Peyton. I saw him on television.

Sure. What was he selling?

He was talking about writing this book
on the mob.

When was this?

Last week.

Was it interesting?

He says he tells who blew Wayne Anussi.
He says it's in the book.

Anything to get into the newspaper.

So you're saying that the...

Mob? I'm not saying anything of the
kind.

Yeah, but Peyton was definitely on some
wise guy's toes.

There you go.

Well, let's get on it.

Go, Jack.

Mrs. Payden.

And your name is?

Blake.

Is Mrs. Payden expecting you?

Detective Blake.

Problem? No problem. This gentleman is
just about to call upstairs and announce

us.

After the Vietnam book, he was, uh, he
was very... Well, you'd have to say he

was lionized.

He was very winning.

Really? You don't always marry the
people you interview, do you?

Freddie was persistent.

Persistence.

All right, tell me, what do you know
about his new book?

Crime, Inc.

What do you want to know about it? Did
he finish it?

Oh, yes. It'll be in the bookstores next
month.

How did he do his research? Do you know?

Do I know?

That's practically all I heard about for
three years.

He made friends.

You've got to hand it to him.

He was with those gangsters.

He ate with them. He went fishing with
them. I think he really got to know

them.

You ever get the feeling he was afraid
of them?

One of them in particular?

If he was, he never showed it, but I
think he was.

I think that's why he loved writing the
book so much.

We didn't talk about it, but I think
Freddy enjoyed danger, or at least the

sense of danger. I think that's why he
hunted wild animals and went to Vietnam.

I think he liked testing himself.

I know a little about that.

In this business, you don't get ahead
without a certain toughness.

Freddie was... Toughness.

It's a nice word.

I like it.

Well, how do you feel about compulsion
over obsession?

I don't like them nearly as much.

Did that help?

Well, it's a start.

There'll be more.

Do you always take such a personal
interest?

No, not always.

But you're a famous person. You get
service.

Does this mean I'll find out who killed
Freddy?

Lady, if you knew how many crimes go
unsolved, you'd want your money back.

We'll see our way out.

Could I ask a question?

Sure.

Do you know when your husband ate before
he was killed? The time of his last

meal?

We had lunch.

Do you remember what time you finished?

I'd say it was 1.30.

Thank you.

Interesting woman.

You know, I wonder who's publishing
Peyton's book about the mob.

Regis. Oh.

And I even bet you know where it is.

No.

Mr.

Lutkin, you were his editor.

He was working on a book about organized
crime.

Yes, that's right.

Well, what did Peyton say when you
warned him he could be making dangerous

enemies?

Well, I'll tell you what he did. You
want to know what he did?

He laughed.

I said, for goodness sake, be careful.

He laughed.

But who especially was he supposed to be
careful of, Joe?

No, no, no, everybody.

He was doing research for the book, and
there were all these people, and I said

they're gangsters, and you think they're
your friends, but wait till they read

what you're going to write.

What are you saying, gangsters or no
gangsters?

He befriended people he fully intended
to smear.

Well, that's not a word that we use.

Betrayed.

The book substantially tells the truth
about a very difficult and very

provocative subject. It tells the truth.

Yes.

You know, I'd like to discuss the nature
of truth, but sometime.

Not now.

If you don't mind, that is.

Now, you and Peyton, you work pretty
closely together.

Very. Got along very well together?

author that gets along, I mean, all the
time with his editor. Do you?

I sure would like to look at that book.

Well, we're keeping it pretty tightly
under wraps.

Oh, you say I can't look at it?

Why don't you leave your address with my
secretary?

Why don't we just take a copy along with
us? I can't let it out.

You're gonna make me get a subpoena with
your book.

I understand that Peyton said that the
book tells who steps out of a taxi cab

and pumps two illicit bullets.

into Sabatino Nanuzzi.

Now, how could he get it into the book
so fast?

He couldn't.

And then we got Nanuzzi, not yet cold,
and Peyton's telling everybody how

everything is in the book.

Come on.

Whisper it to me. Who did it?

Freddie was a great salesman.

Great.

Do you have any idea what the advance
sales of this book are? In other words,

talking about Nanuzzi on television.

That was all hype.

Freddie dug up some very, very
interesting material.

Can you tell me who he dug it out of?

Little Willie.

There was a guy called The Mick.

Somebody named Skaggs.

Angel. He was a good source.

He's a finger.

Oh, thanks a lot. I didn't know that.

Not an obvious source, right?

Freddie said he got the tip from his
wife.

His wife?

Yeah, apparently she interviewed Angel
about a year ago, and he started talking

about his connections on television.

No, you know, they were getting
acquainted, I suppose, before going on

the air.

Well, assuming that Angel did know
something, although I'm dubious of that,

why would he be stupid enough to tell it
to a writer?

You'll have to ask him.

No, Joe.

I'm asking you.

Now, what did Peyton tell you about
Angel?

He didn't.

Hold it. We're going again.

Come on.

Two minutes.

Two minutes.

Angel. Angel, where are you going?
That's it. I've had enough. It was a

mistake. Angel. Get off my back. Don't
be like that. Come on. Be a good boy.

How many times am I going to have to do
that? As many times as the director

says.

Terrific. Come on, Angelo.

We've got to get the timing of this
thing right, guys. We'll never make the

day. You're a professional now. Come on,
mate. Come on.

Get about it.

Come on, Angelo. I don't appreciate this
behavior.

And you know what?

I don't appreciate doing things over and
over again because someone doesn't know

what he's doing. Be reasonable.

Hey, Pop.

Check it out.

Whoa, whoa. Hey, hold it, you two.

Hold it.

Hold it.

Freeze, sucker.

Freeze. Hey, Angelo. Come back. Please.

Police! Drop it!

I said drop it!

St. John and Daniel, go!

Police! Stop!

Go.

You've been a bad boy.

I got a license.

So what's going on here?

How the hell should I know?

Who are you?

I work for him.

Where's it going?

I don't know where it's going. Why'd he
take off?

Ask him.

Hey, I'm asking you. What the hell is
happening here?

Where'd he go?

He took off.

We're making a movie here. He took off.

You're fired.

Daisy. Daisy, I want these knits paid
off and out of here, Daisy.

Say hello to Officer Knit.

Oh, what? What is that? What?

Come on, let's go talk.

You saying he's temperamental?

Well, I guess.

The way everyone else carries on, he's
not half bad, is he?

You know, by comparison with industry
standards.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, but you say recently
he, uh... Oh, no, nothing big, you know,

really. No, no, little things. You know,
um... He'd be like, you come in late.

You know, he didn't blow off recording
dates, nothing like that.

He'd be like...

Given to anxieties.

You know what I'm saying?

Can't sit down. You say, like, yo,
Angel, how's it going, mate? How's the

boy? He'll bite your bloody head off.

It's not like him.

It's not normal, you might say.

What do you think's bothering him?

I wish I knew.

A kid his age, everything he could
possibly want.

Women tearing his bloody clothes off.

I don't know.

You think it might have something to do
with the Peyton book?

What do you know about that?

I know your boy shot his mouth off. I
can't accept that. Now, Angelo isn't

what you'd call a real intellect, but
he's not that stupid.

Oh, oh.

Peyton's editor says that he's that
stupid.

See?

I don't believe that.

Does Angelo actually know anything? I
mean, whether he told Peyton or not.

Do you think he's connected?

My philosophy? Don't know nothing more
than you have to.

Myself, I'm a... I'm in the... personal
management business.

Okay?

Gentlemen, good day.

You're kidding.

That's where St. John gets his juice?
The police, Commissioner?

Thanks, Leo.

Send in Detective St. John.

St. John!

You want to see me?

Yeah, who knows the commissioner?

Look,

I don't like dilettante cops, all right?
It's an idiosyncrasy. Old school, all of

that. Nothing personal.

But do me a favor. Do us both a favor.

Try somebody else.

You should have no trouble being
reassigned.

That's all.

So, you want me to transfer?

If you would, please.

Sir.

Okay, your spies no doubt have given you
any information on me from the files, so

I'll just give you the rest of the
story, okay? I'm not interested.

Like hell you're not, sir.

You're fascinated. How does this
overbred, overprivileged piece of...

Don't lay that load of... If you want to
feel discriminated against,

that's your problem. I'm not going to
help you.

Whatever reason, I don't want you
around.

Has nothing to do with the God you
venerate or despise, the school you went

to, how you vote.

Nothing.

Understand?

My turn.

I was, uh, booted out of college.

I know you won't believe this, but I was
a behavior problem.

You?

I told my father I've had it with
college, and he said, fine, that he'd

find a position for me in the business.

But there was a kicker.

He said that I owed him two more years
of education, so I spent the next couple

of years out in the public sector making
a contribution and learning about life.

Very smart.

So you became a cop?

After I flunked my firefighter's
physical.

Well, you did over two years. You served
your sentence.

That's right.

Hey, my old man really had it mapped out
for me.

Except this time, I think he kind of
blew it because now he wants me to go

into the business, and I don't want to.

Hmm.

Since we're playing show and tell, why
me?

You don't think people talk about you
out there?

You're a legend.

Oh?

Well, the way I understand it, legends
are long dead and gone.

Why you?

I want to learn how to do this job.

I know a lot of it's common sense, but
still some of it's tradecraft.

Witchcraft.

If it is, and if there's a practitioner,
you're it.

I'll stay out of your way.

I don't watch every movie made. You
watch yourself.

It all looks exactly the same.

How are Vassi and Katina? They don't
watch your show.

What? I don't think that was my
question.

Well, they asked me how you were once.

Did I know how you were?

I should watch television.

They said we got better things to do.

We've said a word for it.

Nectar of the gods.

It's here.

If you're trying to draw blood, you're
succeeding.

Lady.

If I wanted to draw blood, you would be
standing there sipping Uzo.

Well, how do I holler uncle?

You don't.

You don't like my attitude?

You report me to my superiors.

So this is business.

As opposed to?

Well, I don't act like the grieving
widow. Is that what bothers you?

It interests me.

There wasn't an awful lot left to the
marriage.

But you stayed together.

It was more out of inertia than anything
that we stayed together.

We were friends.

We liked each other.

Sometimes it's easier with someone like
that instead of with someone you...

You

put me on that plane to Beirut.

What if I hadn't?

You know, it would have taken you a fair
24 hours to admit that you wanted that

assignment more than anything else in
the world.

I'm not sure about that.

What I wanted was to get ahead.

See? You're ahead.

And boy, did I pay.

No pain, no gain.

Anyway, Freddy.

I'll miss Freddy.

But it would be a lie to pretend that
I'm devastated.

That's one thing you never did.

You never lied.

Oh, my.

It all looks so delicious.

I'm afraid it's all so.

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

Just stay away from the Skoda, yeah?

It's an aphrodisiac.

Now, let's get this straight.

In order to gather information and
material for his book, he hung around

with the wise guys.

It was crazy.

He'd be gone all day, and then sometimes
he'd stay away all night, too.

And when he did come home...

He'd be this weird person.

He... I don't know, it was like he was
playing a part.

Anyway, it was strange.

Angel.

What about him?

I'm told that Freddy was pumping him for
information.

I don't know.

Well, let's say you do.

Do you think of any reason why he'd go
to a singer?

I met Angel when I interviewed him.

I sit with them before taping kind of to
put them at ease. He was trying to

impress me, I guess.

And, um... Well, he was very young and
not very bright.

And he told you about his Nordic pals?

Actually, it was pathetic.

And you told your husband?

Mm.

I don't remember doing it, but, well,

it's very possible.

Did Freddy ever tell you any names of
his newfound buddies?

Yeah, I met a few.

Rocky Rocklin and Fisher I met.

Then there was Moose something.

I don't know. Moose.

Adolfo Musameci.

Yeah, that's it.

Moose.

Well, this has been like old times.

Yeah, almost.

Yeah.

Would you like to come up for a
nightcap?

Well, it's been a long day.

Day's over, Theo.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep.

And miles to go before I sleep.

Good night.

Did you come in for a free drink?

Hey, this man works for the city. It's a
tough dollar. Give him a drink.

Certainly. Come on.

We'll get some air.

Yeah, I got it.

Take a break.

What's on your mind?

Sit down.

What's this, Musi?

It's a curse, is what it is. Oh, no,
it's the good life, that's what it is.

Nanuzzi.

You must be the only cop I haven't
talked to. The only surprise is it took

you so long.

That's not the surprise.

Peyton. Not Nanuzzi.

Peyton? Yeah, Fedriga.

Oh, the writer.

Very good.

I read about it. Not nice.

But I mean, why?

Well, you're the source of material for
Peyton's book.

Who told you that?

What a clown.

I know women who get excited when
they're around men they think are

wicked. I never met a guy before.

Oh, is that what Peyton did? I mean, he
got excited?

He was a nuisance. All he wanted to do
was hang around.

Who else thought he was a nuisance?

You're sniffing the wrong hydrant,
champ.

Peyton owed the Shylocks a bundle. You
think they're gonna let him be whacked?

Now, why would Peyton borrow from the
Shys?

He was a gambler. What he was was a
loser.

What a clown.

But that's a good question.

They tell me his wife makes nice money.

So?

Did the guy write the book?

He wrote the book. Yeah?

Did you see it?

What about Angel?

You know, the singer.

What about him?

Reach out and touch somebody, Moosey.

You tell him, Angel.

He's not making things easy on himself.

You tell him.

Now you know what I come in here for.

Whoever put Nanuzzi to sleep, that's
somebody else's problem. But you know

something?

I can make it mine, Moosey.

Oh, here's stuff.

Very nice.

This friend of mine from school did a
profile on Angel for Rolling Stone.

Uh-huh.

The magazine.

All right.

Told me Angel hangs at this social club.

And you've been staking it out?

On my own time.

So, what do you want, a citation?

Here we go.

Angel!

Angel! Hey!

Police! Stop it!

Order 23.

Here we're in pursuit of a white male,
east on Spring, between Sullivan and

Thompson. Right.

That's okay. I'll walk.

Angelo Pensati, also known as Angel.

He's a performer. What else do we know
about him? He grew up in Jersey.

Oh, I understand.

Save the best for last.

We need drama, right?

Angel starts singing professionally in a
saloon in Long Branch.

At this time, this is about five years
ago. The saloon was the property of a

dummy holding corporation, Eastern Shore
Management Associates. Principal owner,

Sabatino Nannuzzi.

Is that a fact?

Wow, Angel and Nannuzzi?

The word around is Nannuzzi putting up a
big hunk of financing for this picture

Angel's making.

You know, three-quarters of the
civilized world knows what this guy

looks like, so I must assume that all
you do, too.

Now, maybe if we don't turn him up,
we'll let the story out.

But if we do that, we'll do it because
we decide to do it. Not because somebody

tips somebody's brother-in-law for a big
bonus and your wife's going to like you

for a day or two.

I don't have a wife.

Oh, that's a fine contribution.

Do you have a husband?

No way.

Otherwise I might have a brother-in-law
who'd lead me into temptation.

Oh, see how lucky you are. Now you don't
have a reason in the world not to keep

your mouth shut.

Find this guy.

Oh, and one more thing. Send Barbara a
dozen roses. Tell her I said I

appreciate it. And thank her very much.

Oh, give me a few minutes, Kevin.

Hello, Theo.

Oh, Kevin.

Coffee? Tea? Something cold? Nothing at
all, thank you. All right. And hold any

call.

a little public.

Tara, I'll be in my dressing room.

Better?

Very nice.

Look, I won't take up too much of your
time.

I'm sure not more than you have to.

Anything we discuss about the progress
of this thing is under your hat.

I understand.

We're concentrating on Angel.

Really? You know, whenever someone
doesn't want to talk to me, it arouses

my curiosity.

So you haven't really asked him if...
He's out of circulation.

Oh, yes, I remember.

Something about shutting a movie down,
something with his throat.

He had something stuck in it, me.

Where does somebody like that hide?

Wherever.

Anyway, send him a message and we'll
see.

You said I might be of some help?

No, not with Angel.

With your husband, as I understand. You
know, you keep saying your husband.

Call him Freddy or Mr. Payton if you
want to be respectful.

Legally, yes.

He was my husband.

Anyway, I understand he was promoting
his book and doing it on talk shows.

That's right.

Do you by any chance...

Have any of those tapes? By any chance?

You think Freddy would be on television
without preserving every exciting moment

for posterity?

Oh, yes.

You're somebody who showed the
grandchildren.

Of course.

You never wanted any kids, did you?

No.

Uh, hard to find time, hmm?

I had one decent impulse in my whole
life, and I couldn't handle it because I

was ambitious, and I'm sorry.

There, I've said it. Are you happy?

No, I'm not. I'm not happy.

What did I leave out?

I mean, do you really think I'd get off
on your misery?

I am not miserable.

Well, fine.

I'm happy.

We all have to make choices. Now, you're
wondering, did you make the right

choice?

My opinion?

Absolutely.

You think I couldn't have been a cop's
wife?

You would have wound up hating me.

Oh, Theo.

Hey, look.

Do you mind if I borrow those tapes? You
know, Freddy's.

Can you tell me why?

Yeah. Well, you might have said
something.

Mentioned a name.

Sure.

Right here.

Theo?

Silver lining departments.

I got to see you again.

That's, uh, friendly.

Would it be simpler just to bring him up
here, Counselor?

Counselor? I'm not.

I hear you.

All right, we'll do it his way.

In case Inspector has any problem with
this.

I'll get a message to him.

Angel's lawyer.

Boss reaches out, he reaches out.

Lights, camera, action.

Inspector, I've got it.

Hello?

Gentlemen?

Yeah, they tell me someone's been
looking.

Nice to see you again, Angelo.

Inspector Kojan, Ted Allardyce. How do
you do?

Before we take this any further, I'd
like to establish ground rules.

Well, you are familiar with the
Constitution of the United States of

America and of the state of New York.

Ground rules.

Where will the interrogation take place?

Ah, well, the body was found in the 4th
Precinct, but in deference to my

elevated position, the detectives from
the 4th will come to me.

Ground rule.

Inspector, take off the gloves. This is
a voluntary appearance.

There are no gloves.

Shall we?

Why, don't.

This was supposed to be all I agreed to
with your man. We would get together,

we'd talk. You don't understand.

Mr. Pizzotti is a suspect in a murder
case.

Yeah, but... No, I'm going to speak to
the commissioner.

Is that right?

Isn't that great?

Mention the name Detective St. John
because I promised him that I'd let him

know how St. John was getting along.

You know who that officer is.

You know, I see these guys standing
there, and I figure there's some

cannons, man, standing right there
looking at me. So I wasn't about to

stand there and make pleasant sounds.
You can look at these gentlemen and

think for one minute they're not
upstanding.

St. John.

Eh.

I mean, I wasn't going to stand there
and, you know, excuse me, do you mind

explaining it to me? I mean, I cut, man.

I was terrified, all right? The fact
that he ran away made it look

incriminating. Now, you know why he did
it? Look, look.

They got Peyton.

I figured I was next.

When who got paid?

He doesn't know the answer to that.

Well, how'd you know you'd be next,
Angelo?

Peyton was digging into stuff.

You don't do that.

Does the name Sabatino Nanuzzi mean
anything to you, Angelo?

What?

You got a soda?

Go ahead.

Tell him.

All right.

A couple of years ago, he says, hey, me
and some friends, we're going to the

mountains for the weekend.

This is the new thing?

Yeah.

He says, you come along.

You have a good time, you sing some
songs, and, you know, like, at first,

that's the way it was.

But then he gets mad, you know, and he's
yelling, he's screaming, and all of a

sudden, everybody's like this.

Thanks. Then forget about it. It's over.
Out of there.

The Nazi's yelling.

Yeah.

Who's he yelling at, Angelo?

Adolfo.

Mussolini?

And because you were an innocent witness
to this fight, you thought you were in

jeopardy. You knew something you weren't
supposed to know.

Now, look.

Peyton was killed on a Sunday afternoon.

Where were you, Ange, Sunday afternoon?

You see that?

Where were you? What do you know? Who do
you know? I don't know.

I told him. I don't know.

You told who?

Peyton? Yeah.

That's all you told him. I don't know
anything about anything.

Yeah. You were quoted in this book,
Ange.

He swore to God he wouldn't use my name.

But you did tell him something.

He said all this stuff, you know, about
how he would ruin my career, expose

certain things.

He was blackmailed. Look, he asked me. I
said yes, no, this, that, I don't know.

It was all garbage.

So whatever he wanted to hear, you gave
him, even if you had to make it up.

Yes.

So I guess that means I shouldn't
believe everything I read, huh?

Yeah, it's real funny.

You know, I told him, write this book
with this stuff and put my name in there

and they'll kill me.

All right.

You bring him back if we need to
continue this?

With reasonable notice, yes.

Go ahead.

Gentlemen.

Madam.

Madam? A piece of work, that is, huh?

That was one scared paisan.

He will be, too, if you know what he
knows.

All right, talk to me.

Is that true that Peyton quotes Angel in
the book?

There's another book.

How do you come with it?

Slow. I'll get it.

If he has an alibi, he didn't say what
it was.

Even if he could produce one. He knows
people.

They probably even work for him.

Would have done paying for an 8x10
glossy.

Wait a minute. You think he had it done?

Murder for hire?

I sure don't see him doing it himself.

Well, if he bought and paid for it, that
means you got people out there walking

around who know about it.

You got informants, right?

You've been looking for a reason to lean
on them.

Well, you got it.

Oh, well, looky here.

He's doing a dance.

He's giving us a lesson in casemanship.

You know what he's saying.

You, come to me.

All right.

You want me to get that? Yeah.

You did a beautiful job of smoking out
Angel.

Is that what this is? You wanted to
congratulate me? Angel, we're setting

him up.

For the Peyton thing?

He put out the contract, right? It
plays.

So?

So, if anything happens to Angel, big
star, it can get very, very, very messy.

And you should know, we begin with the
Sherlock.

It isn't the first time they lost money.

All I'm saying is that they have an
investment in the continued good health

of Angel.

And so do you.

Me? I don't know the man.

All right, try this out.

Now, someone wants to pay back Angel for
an indiscretion, but he wants to keep

himself out of trouble.

All he has to do is come to me and tell
me who did the number on

Payton. And Angel takes the fall.

And then you make a deal with him.

Are you telling me that you know
somebody who knows something that we

should know?

Who are you positioning for Nanuzzi?

Oh, no, no, no. That's not my table.

Speaking about table, I got a new diet.

Really? Yeah.

Why now?

Why?

You don't eat it.

Why not?

She married.

Cute.

She has an informant she wants us to
check out. All right, check it out.

Carmelina!

Thanks, babe. Give my love to your old
man.

Drop me off at the office.

All right, you got it.

You think it was a secret diary of Fawn
Hall?

You missed it.

Anything interesting in it?

Not so far. No mention in the index of
Angel.

As far as I can tell, all the Nannuzzi
material is just rehash.

What, do you think people are killing
themselves over that?

Be ironic.

Peyton gets killed because he writes a
book.

The book comes out, and there's nothing
new in it that hasn't been said before.

Probably better.

Yeah, there's irony in that.

You're excused.

Mr.

Heffernan is handling security for Angel
on his movie.

I figured I'd request his assistance
with our problem.

We've had our differences, right?

He wants to be helpful.

He asks me what I'm working on. I tell
him, Peyton, I figured you ought to hear

what he came up with.

You know, for yourself.

She was gay.

Peyton. Same thing I said.

You know this for a fact.

Did he cruise?

I don't know. I met him in a straight
bar.

You know anyone else that knows him,
like you do?

No.

Does this have to go any further, I
mean?

Absolutely not.

Right?

What did he say? We closed the books?

Square.

You don't tell anybody.

What, that you're mush?

I was

having a drink. Would you like one? No,
thanks. You know,

I've only got a minute.

Look, uh, we got some new information.

Producing an allegation has been made.

And I'm reasonably sure.

It's true.

Did you know that Freddy was gay?

Who told you that?

That's the most insane thing I ever...
Who said so?

Well... Oh, so you think... You think
that's who

killed Freddy, a lover?

Well, that would make things a lot
simpler.

But, uh, did he ever tell you about
places he'd like to go to?

You know, I remember you telling me he'd
disappear for a day or two. Where was

he?

Oh, I don't know. He didn't tell me.

How was your, uh, your relations with,
uh... Would you like me to certify?

How about an affidavit?

That we did the things married people
do, and that we did them with relative

success. And satisfaction.

No, I'll take your word for it.

Good. Well, you know, come on.

The question wasn't that provocative.

Go to hell.

If I was in your shoes, I would have
said the same thing.

Look, what makes you think Freddy was
gay?

Well, obviously, it came as a shock to
you, and I'm sorry.

I'm sure you can see how all this
suggests other possibilities.

Anyway, did he have any other, you know,
sex partners?

Do you really think he would have told
me?

In today's market, honey, any way the
wind blows.

I just always assumed that he had a dark
side of him that found that whole

underworld, that gangster thing so
attractive.

You know, all that violence.

You know, your friend, Adolfo Musumeci,
he kind of suggested the same thing, but

I didn't pick up on it.

Do those people know?

What you just told me.

I wouldn't think so.

Anyway, look, thanks.

And I'm sorry.

Mr. Lidkin.

Hi. Hi. I appreciate this.

I thought it was better away from your
office. Sure. What do you want to talk

about?

Joel, how well did you know old
Frederick Payton?

His editor.

Come on, humor me.

Well, Freddie wasn't an easy man to
know, but I guess I knew him.

You know, we worked very closely
together.

Joel, who do you think killed Payton?

I told you, some hoodlum. I don't know
which one.

Where were you Sunday afternoon when
they shot him?

I was in East Hampton. I borrowed a
friend's house for the weekend.

May we have this friend's name?

Why?

That's the way it works, Joel.

Harlan Vax.

Vax. V-A-X. Yeah.

It's on Egypt Lane.

Now, you said you knew him.

Well, what's to know him, to like him,
or what?

Freddy? When people tell me how much
they liked him, I know they didn't know

him. Oh.

Anything particular about him makes you
say that?

Speak well of the dead.

Freddie used people.

You? He used you?

How do you think he got those book
deals, all those cushy contracts?

Well, he must have got something in
return.

Oh, I thought so for a while.

It's my job to develop writers, and if
they do well, I get some of the credits.

During those times when you, as you say,
work so closely together...

Did he ever give you any insight into he
and his wife?

How they got along?

I always felt he used her, too.

Oh, yeah?

How?

I don't know.

Now, you understand, I've got to find
out how much you disliked him.

Enough to kill him?

Hey, what was that about, uh, did Peyton
tell Joel about how he was getting along

with his wife?

What's that all about?

Well, maybe Peyton said something that
if you take a look at it now... You mean

about his wife?

Yeah. Why, you got a problem with that?

Huh? Seeing what she figures and all
that?

Spit it out, Blake.

You and she.

You go back, all right? Yeah, we go
back, we know each other. Any problem?

Not for me.

You do your job.

And don't worry about how I'm going to
handle mine, okay?

Well, la-dee-da.

No problem.

Let me take care of this.

I'll take care of it.

Whoa!

Whoa! Time, time, time, time.

Hi. You don't want to do this.

Oh, why not?

This your car?

Uh, yeah.

We're on the same side.

Your side busted my husband yesterday.

Take it!

Have a nice day.

You know how together she is.

Now, why don't you tell me about her?
She's like this.

On the edge of a chair, this friend I'd
taken her to meet showed up with a

couple of, you know... Associates?
Right.

They don't say anything, right? They're
just there. Especially one of them, a

presence. He's not doing anything, but
boy, is he there.

Like a dinner companion.

And my wife is...

Super sophisticated lady.

Loses it.

Well, you can hardly blame her.

Straight to jelly. Not just the knees.

Elbows, the whole thing.

We'll take a break and we'll be right
back.

Carolyn, come on.

I mean, don't tell me you don't know.

Think about it. I am. I'm trying.

It was one of the few times Freddy took
me with him.

We went to this place down on the east
side with, um, Fisher?

Jack Fisher.

That's it.

I remember Freddy was very excited. He
thought Fisher was going to tell him, I

don't know, tell him something
important.

Anyway, it was like you said.

He was there with these two men.

Bodyguards?

I just remember...

One of them kept staring at us, Freddy
and me, the whole night.

It was eerie. I never... I never felt so
much pure hatred from

anybody.

Did Freddy feel the same way?

He had to.

I remember I waited till we got home and
I knew the door was double locked.

I told Freddy I was sure that man wanted
to kill us.

I was really frightened.

And you know what he said?

He said, of course he did.

And then he laughed.

But he was afraid.

I know he was.

Do you know who the gorilla was?

I don't think I ever heard his name, but
I thought about him.

I thought about him a lot.

You don't meet somebody every day who
you know wants to kill you.

Sure. That... Well, I don't know. It
just made sense.

People from virtually another world come
around you and they look at you like

you're... Like you're a specimen in a
jar.

That could do it.

Especially if you're crazy to begin
with.

I gotta have the name, Carolyn.

I would love to give it to you. I swear
that if I could, I would have... Why are

you angry with me?

I'm looking for someone who committed a
murder.

And I need your help. I would love to
help. I would... I am trying to help

you. Believe me.

How come you want her up there,
Inspector?

I don't see that.

What's your problem?

Female solidarity.

What are you trying to tell us, Guzman?
That women do not murder their husbands?

Yeah, Jean Harris ain't doing 15 to
life.

It wasn't her husband.

Are we trying to say she cut up his body
and put the parts in a garbage bag and

schlepped it all the way across town?

I don't believe it.

Joe Litkin.

All right, go.

He says he was in East Hampton that
weekend. I checked him out. He was

there. He started back to the city a
little after four Sunday afternoon.

All right.

Does anybody know what time Peyton was
killed?

The autopsy shows there was still
undigested food in his stomach. He

couldn't have been killed much more than
six hours after his last meal.

Yeah, but I mean, you know, when was
that?

Well, Blake's going to tell us. He had
lunch with his wife about 1.30.

So we're saying that he couldn't have
been killed any time later than 7, 7.30?

And Joe was out on the island at what,
4?

A little after. That gives him three and
a half hours max.

Drive into the city, get rid of his car.

Get a hold of Peyton and do him.

Sunday, rush hour, expressway, tight.

No way. Oh, no way.

Blake isn't quite finished.

Both Nassau and Suffolk counties.

Report the traffic was unusually light
that Sunday.

There were no holdups.

They think it had something to do with
the rain report on Friday.

So, with no traffic, that's a
two-and-a-half-hour shot.

Yeah. He could have. He could have made
it.

I say we leave him up there.

All right.

Joe stays.

Angel.

I'd put him on top of the list.

Yeah. Yeah, he's got a hell of a good
motive, and he hasn't told us where he

was.

Who's then?

Could all look happy.

I'm still thinking about that wife.

Did I miss something here?

Do we know she has a reason?

Like, she wanted her husband dead.

Like, was he abusing her?

You really want her up there?

Blake.

Peyton was a gambler.

How often did the missus bail him out?

How often did she complain about it?

How often did he tell her, go to hell?

I say we leave her up there.

All right, just prove she didn't do it.

Any problems?

I can't swear to you that every one of
these rascals is still on Jackie's crew.

Gee, don't tell me the FBI files aren't
up to date.

Bite your tongue, Fisher, Fisher.

I don't know who these guys are, but
they were in the Fisher files, so... Uh,

you don't want to take these with you. I
don't think I... I'll get them copied

and bring them back to you.

Dembo!

Damn.

Hey, Don, say hello to Inspector Kojak,
NYPD.

Inspector? Yeah, you took Whitey
Crawford's place, didn't you?

You and Gene, uh... No, no, just
standing around, telling lies.

Uh-huh.

Be too much to hope that, uh, your
chit-chat would have something to do

with Minuzi.

Ah.

No, I didn't think so.

Nice to meet you. Yeah, same here.

See you. Yeah, look, I'll get these
things back to you, okay?

And Gene, I appreciate it.

No.

He looks a little like my hairdresser.

Well, never mind that. Is that the goon
you were afraid of that night at the

restaurant? No.

Sorry. Take another look.

Nope.

I'm going to fix myself a drink. What
would you like?

What would I like?

I'd like a little cooperation.

That's not fair. I've answered every
question you've asked me.

And then it became a bore and you lost
interest.

That's not true.

Hey, look.

I don't give a damn whether you care who
killed him or not.

I care.

What are you so upset about?

Look at this.

I did look at it.

Look, Carolyn.

He can't hurt you.

You won't be connected, but I need
something to go on.

That hurts.

It's him, isn't it?

No.

So tell me, how's that young man doing,
St. John?

Well, I hate to admit it, but he's a
good one.

And here I was going to offer to take
him off your neck. No, no, no, you leave

him alone.

But since you're being so generous...
Uh-oh.

Adolfo Musameci.

I want to rattle his cage.

I'd have to clear that with Don Franklin
over at the FBI.

Come on, they'll take too much time and
they'll have to goof it.

Well, maybe I ought to know what I'm
talking about when I make my pitch.

Now, let's say that Peyton's murder was
bought and paid for by Angel.

Now, I'm going to believe that Moose had
gotten around to hearing about it.

But if it was a family affair, I know he
knew it.

Anticipating what I'm going to be asked,
why Musumechi? Why not Gotti? Jimmy

Knapp?

Everybody's got to cross the bear,
Georgie.

And Musumechi, he's mine.

stepped up its pressure on organized
crime after the mob-style execution of

reputed crime kingpin Sabatino Nanuzzi.

Swads of police-rated warehouses,
gambling establishments, and after-hours

clubs in an effort to uncover a lead in
the slaying.

It was my backyard. I had a right to
know about it.

What can I tell you? Not me.

The director.

You'll damn well tell the director.

I'll tell the director.

And I'll tell him that if I want to look
for a perpetrator in my jurisdiction,

I'm going to look for him.

And I'm not going to ask permission from
him or from you.

That's all I wanted to hear.

One

way

I can save your fundament.

Results.

Yeah. All right. Thanks, George.

Can I tell him who's calling?

Hold on.

Mr. Musumeti on 16, sir. Thank you.

Got delayed in traffic.

That situation is atrocious. No
argument.

But I mean, you say no argument. What do
you do about it? I'm just a citizen. You

got a license to do something about it.
Excuse me.

Make a note.

First thing in the morning, take care of
the traffic problem.

That's how come nothing gets done. You
think it's a joke.

You got one like that?

Me.

I figure if God wanted me in the water,
he'd have made me a fish.

What can I do for you, Moose? I mean
short of keeping you out of the water,

keeping you out of traffic jams.

What can you do? You can kiss my... Keep
romance out of this.

Nanuzzi gets hit, and you're all over
me. Why me?

No, not Nanuzzi.

Peyton.

Bill? Peyton?

So how come I'm the only one getting
hit? Explain that to me. I could.

But that would only persuade you.

That life isn't very fair. Now, why
would you want to know something like

that?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah?

You got me.

Oh.

You can forget about Peyton's book.

It's mostly hot air. That doesn't
surprise me.

Does this surprise you?

You and Anutsi?

You had a major misunderstanding.

In the mountains.

I've got the date.

I've got the place.

The Federales don't know about it.

Not yet.

What do you want?

I want somebody to go down for Peyton's
murder.

You know this guy?

Who is he?

You tell me.

What would you freehold do if you didn't
have us?

You'd have to make us up.

Most of it you make up now.

Do you know what it's like? Do you want
me to tell? It's like Russia.

Russia. If they didn't have Russia, who
the hell would they put the blame on?

It's the same with you guys.

Now, you keep it simple. Do you
understand?

I mean, you want the heat turned off?

You want what happened up in the
mountains kept out of this?

Then you find him.

Or a reasonable facsimile. Remember,
whoever you come up with, make sure he

can make the weight and go the distance.

Arrivederci.

You were stunning. Was I right? Oh, you
were great. No, no, the director of this

thing doesn't tell me anything, you
know. I want an introduction to the girl

in that wallet there.

Hi. Hi.

Hold it, hold it, hold it. Yo, my man.
Remember me? Dick Tracy.

Oh, yeah.

Never anymore.

I know. It's like it never stops.

He's rehearsing.

No problem.

He's rehearsing. No problem.

Now what can I do for you?

Stop, Ben.

Angelo?

What?

I got a proposition for you, Ang.

No, no, no, no. It's not what you think.
Come here.

You know, the wise guys are getting
tired of us. You know, we're always at

their face.

But they're going to deliver.

Somebody.

Not me.

Oh, yeah? You think?

Yeah, I'm telling you.

I'm going to give you a break.

If I hear from them, that's one thing.

But if I don't have to wait for them and
I hear it from you first, that makes it

easier all around, Ange.

And another thing you can do, go to the
FBI and you tell them everything you

know about Musameci and how he felt
about the late and the great Sabatino

Nanusi, yeah?

Want to think about it?

Uh-huh.

If the Goombas come out first with the
news, well, maybe you can still make a

deal. But I'm going to have something to
say to the judge.

Come on, leave me alone, all right?

You don't have that much time.

What? I don't believe it. No, I'm all
right. Don't worry about it.

Okay, hands off the car.

What do you want?

Talk to me.

Hey, Kojak, I got something for you.
Let's see it.

From who?

He refers us to one Tommy Thompson.

Tommy Thompson.

Let's pick him up.

Lights, camera, action.

Thompson!

Police!

Can we have a word? What do you want?

Mr. Thompson, come on.

Get in the car.

Don't shoot!

Get him!

You all right?

Yeah.

10-13.

Hudson, Hudson and Moore.

Hold it.

Down, Captain.

He's going to make it, Inspector.

He's still.

St. John, I said get him.

I didn't say kill yourself.

So where were you that Sunday afternoon,
Tommy?

I still don't remember.

You did nothing, right?

No.

So how come you stopped the inspector
and took off?

I thought I was getting jacked up, okay?

Chief, the DA's office heard about it.

Okay. I'll send her in. No, give me just
one more.

Just one more.

Hey.

Can I get another cup of coffee?

It's all over, Tommy.

Some of the blood on the garbage bags.

It wasn't Peyton.

Now, what did you do? Nick yourself when
you copped out the body?

I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, I know. You don't remember. But

there's no problem.

I'll get a court order, a DNA sample. If
it matches, you don't have to remember a

thing. Detective, now you call the
district attorney and you tell him I

want to hold a prisoner without bail for
the murder of Frederick Payton.

You got it.

All I did was get rid of the body.

Ask you how your day went. It shows,
huh?

What would you like?

Uh, vodka.

Can you tell me about it?

I can, yes.

I was shot at.

You all right?

No, no, no. No holes.

But it still annoys me.

And you remember that photograph I
showed you? The one you didn't want to

look at?

I found him.

You look at me like I'm a murderer.

Can you begin to understand how much I'd
like not to believe it?

Surely you don't think I killed him in
cold blood, that I planned it?

I think you should call your lawyer.

He hurt me so many times.

He hurt so many people. You should be
telling me all these things.

I want you to understand.

We, uh... We were so...

We were darling together.

So I stayed.

What you're telling me can be used if
you're prosecuted.

Why wouldn't I be prosecuted?

That depends on what happened.

I'd like to tell you, may I?

If you want to.

I knew Freddy was having an affair.

At least, I thought so.

And he, um... He called me a...

He said I was...

When somebody's getting away with
something...

Doesn't it just... I felt so

victimized by him. I just wanted to go
to him and say, you're a liar, I have

the evidence, and just sue him, boy, and
get rid of him.

But I had to be sure.

I hired a private detective.

Yes, ready was.

Having an affair.

It was... Joel Litkin.

His editor.

I couldn't believe it.

I just couldn't believe it.

I was crazy.

I...

I said to him, Joel's the only one,
isn't he?

And he laughed.

I think his precise words were, you've
got to be kidding.

I just went.

I just lost it.

I started beating on him and hitting
him, kicking him, pushing him, shoving

him. I did anything I could, and he was
finally on the ground, and I went to the

drawer and got his gun, and he looked at
it, and he laughed again.

He said, you couldn't pull that trigger
if your life depended on it.

Well, at that moment, I thought it did.