All language subtitles for 05 Kojak Flowers for Matty (1990) TV movie5

All right, the killer came through that
door.

Tonight on Kojak.

He was scared, man. Eyes like gold. Is
that supposed to frighten me?

Those people use people like you for
cannon fodder. Don't you understand

that?

That is an arm of piercing round.

It'll turn a bulletproof vest into
spaghetti. We've got to stop those

weapons. People have been killed.

I think she's the only way into this.

You wouldn't do that because it would
put her in great danger. Molly, get

down!

What do you think?

Well, what do I think?

You're my favorite cop.

How are you doing?

Does your smile feel like it's painted
on yet?

Only when I stop.

Well, try and keep it in place a little
bit longer, please. Okay?

Good boy.

You gonna spoil him, Maddie?

Now you lose your mother, maybe you
should be spoiled a little.

Okay. Wait till you see what we've got
for you.

Get the flowers, Lon. Okay.

I want you to take a look at this.

His name is Garrett Fitzsimmons.

And don't call him Gary.

Good. Unless he calls me Eddie.

Well, I just find it hard to believe
that those boys came from middle-class

homes. Garrett, you've been monopolizing
Chief Morris.

The only thing I monopolize these days
is my chair at the club.

I don't believe that for a minute.
Believe it. It's true.

This is Inspector Kojak.

Inspector. An honor.

My pleasure.

Chief. Theo. You're going to come with
me. And you, Garrett, try not to be

overbearing. I'm sure Inspector Kojak
can take good care of himself.

Makes me feel like one of those
gargoyles. What's the name of that

church? St. John the Divine.

Well, an inspector for a chief of
detectives? Is that a fair trade?

Not unless you think the Indians got
enough beads for Manhattan.

My daughter Molly, Inspector. Apparently
20 years of the world's finest schools

have not erased all traces of the potato
patch.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Molly.

Don't mind my father. Beneath the gruff
exterior lies a heart of steel.

Oh? Especially where money is concerned.

No, seriously, Inspector.

I really would like to know why I should
go and badger my friends to make

contributions to the police
athletically.

Daddy, give the man a break.

I'm only asking you a question.

Blunt. Well, blunt. I'm sure the
Inspector's used to it.

That's part of my catechism.

Well, the police athletically.

It gives kids an extra shot, Mr.
Fitzsimmons.

They offer athletics.

Arts programs, daycare.

Last year, 50,000 kids came through
their programs.

Well, you have done your homework.

See, Molly, bluntness has its own
rewards.

And speaking of rewards, whatever
happened to my drink?

They're out of bitters.

Out of bitters?

Time was, Inspector, when children would
take care of their parents.

Are you, um... Just fine, thank you.

So will I be, as soon as I find the
bitters.

Excuse me.

Colorful.

Every minute of his life.

And mine.

So, you're a cop.

Every minute of my life.

Tell me about it.

Well, that's why they need to be kept in
a human atmosphere. Now, trust me,

Billy.

You think I don't believe you?

You're the flower guy.

Not me. My wife, Laura.

Do you want to get next to her?

We ought to bring her in sometime.

Let her see them when they're really
fresh.

Oh, my.

She's much faster wearing like a cat.

You going to tell me what kind of
flowers I'm going to get or what? Okay,

okay.

Austro-meria.

Austro-meria?

Yeah. Get up. Got them on Tuesday, first
of the season. Oh, man, oh, man. Dora's

going to love those.

Austro-Ameria?

What? What's the matter?

The sectionant, he ran off to the
collection plate. You're kidding. That

actually happened.

True story.

Funny thing.

We couldn't find anybody to testify
against the guy.

The pastor told his congregation, don't
say a word.

You know, he was afraid of bad
publicity.

Not that there would have been any.

You must have had a long day.

But it's ended well.

Thank you.

I know a place in the village.

It's cramped. It has the atmosphere of a
laundromat.

The best draft beer in the city.

And?

You tell stories? I buy.

Oh.

Does this place have pickled eggs?

Are you kidding?

Oh, good, because I hate pickled eggs.

Oh,

somehow I don't think that's a wake-up
call. There's a poker.

I'm on my way.

No stories, huh?

You don't want to hear this one.

He's the boss now.

Inspector.

Not much. Went down around 6.30, right
before opening.

Perpetrator cleaned up, cash register.

The cooks and dishwasher don't speak
English. Paco knows a little Vietnamese.

He thinks they heard the shots.

But all he knows is they're really
scared.

You knew him?

Yeah.

I knew him.

Sorry.

Look, notify the chaplain to meet me
here, okay?

I don't want him going to the house
without me.

I figured, what the hell? I'm not doing
anything.

What are you doing here?

I... Tell me why you're here.

I don't know. You follow someone halfway
across the city and you don't know why?

Yes.

Haven't you ever done something just
because you felt like it? No, I haven't.

Please stop.

Read it, kid.

Can I ask what happened?

A cop got killed.

Oh, I feel like... I thought that it
would be fun.

Look, I'm a good listener.

Hold it.

Well, maybe you'd better stick around.

These streets get dangerous this time of
night.

He was an old friend.

Yeah.

I know.

This is

Flower

Night.

I mean, that's why I'm all dressed up.
It's so silly.

You think after all...

Deep years, I wouldn't get so excited,
but I do.

You see, Maddie gets flowers from this
restaurant.

And, you know,

they're all table arrangements.

And I get all dressed up.

And he gets a bath.

A bottle of wine. Dora, it's okay.

It'll be all right.

Find who did this, Theo.

Find them.

I will.

You check this whole area? Every inch?
Every inch.

But don't sweat it. They probably rolled
into a crack somewhere.

We'll find them. Yeah.

Stick with it, huh?

You're not leaving, are you? No.

Glad to hear it.

Boss.

What have you got?

Well, it looks like a robbery that went
bad, but I don't know.

Things don't add up.

Tell me.

Well, the way I figure it, perpetrator
comes in, surprises Mattingly and the

owner. His name's Billy Huang.

Mattingly goes for his gun.

Guy takes the cash and takes off.

What doesn't add up?

Why'd he kill them both?

I mean, Mattingly went for his gun, but
Wong was unarmed.

Why'd he shoot him?

Well, maybe he didn't want to be ID'd.

Maybe, but... Go ahead, I must say.

We can't find the shells.

You mean the shooter picked them up?

I don't know.

I mean, why'd he take the time? I mean,
this just makes no sense at all.

Well, unless they had a special
signature.

Maybe he just didn't want us to know the
weapon he used.

You think this guy's a pro?

Maybe.

I mean, he kills Matty at the farm.

He picks up the shells.

Takes the cash to confuse us.

Makes us think robbery.

But if it wasn't, then it was a hit.

Mattingly was in the wrong place at the
wrong time.

You know he's going to retire next year?

Save it.

Save it for the bastard who killed him.

Yes,

you're right.

Yes, we could paint.

Anything yet from Ballistic's envelope?
No, no, no, not yet, Poison. All right,

lean on him. Right.

That burglary last night.

East side?

McCabe and Giralde are up there. Does it
look like it fits in with the rest of

them? I'd have to say definitely.

That's verbal in 15 minutes. Where's
Blake?

He's on his way. Send him in to me when
he comes in.

Morning, Bob.

Case sheets, appointments, and I typed
your notes from your last meeting with

Commander Cordini.

This is Lieutenant Conner.

It's an honor, Inspector.

No way.

Look, I've already contributed to the
lieutenant's benevolent fund.

Yeah, so have I.

It's the only way you get those guys off
your back.

All right, what can I do for you? You
can buy me a cup of coffee.

Good morning, Theo.

Your secretary let me use your phone.

Oh, yeah, Pam.

Make sure the call goes on his charge.

And get us a couple of cups of coffee.

My, sir.

Sit down, George.

I understand there was another art theft
last night. That's correct.

Theo, we're starting to look real bad on
this one.

I got a couple of my best men on it. I
know, I know, but the damn thing's like

a bad dream.

The press loves it.

Cat burglars, famous art, rich victims,
it's got it all.

I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I'd like you to take the case yourself,
as a favor to me.

Hey, I'm on a cop killing.

I know how you feel about Mattingly.

I know you'd like to handle it yourself.

You're damn right I want to handle it.

You're off.

Wait a minute.

Are you telling me that you can't stand
a little heat because a couple of fat

cats lost something off their walls?

A cop lost his life.

Fifty-three years old.

You'd think I'd have learned that easy
is a word for fools.

Connor?

Lieutenant Connor. He's from Internal
Affairs.

Tell him.

Billy Huang was the nephew of Duan Tu.

Now, Tu is... I know who Tu is.

Of course you do. I'm sorry.

Look, Inspector, I know Mattingly was a
friend of yours.

Now, where'd you guys come here, to
dance or to talk?

IAD has had Mattingly under
investigation for the last four months.

Are you kidding?

Investigation for what?

He was in business with two.

Billy Huang was the intermediary.

What kind of business?

We're not sure.

Wait a minute.

Are you saying that Mattingly was a
crooked cop?

And what kind of a joke is this?

It's no joke to you.

Then what the hell is it?

Mattingly was a lot of things, but he
wasn't dirty.

I mean, if anything, he was so clean, he
squeaked.

And anybody who's been on the job for
any length of time knows it. And I

resent your damn accusation, Lieutenant.

You can resent it all you want, Theo.

It's IAD's case.

They started it, they'll finish it.

I want you to give anything you've got
on the murder to Connor.

And then I want you to take personal
charge of the art thefts. And stop by

the set of last night's score, will you?
We need some visibility, Theo.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, sure, George. I know what you
mean.

That I.A.D., Lieutenant Connor.

I want to know who he is.

I.A.D.

You know they can put you into a world
of hurt.

Is that supposed to frighten me,
Detective?

No, it's supposed to help you see beyond
whatever it is that's got you so upset.

Well, I appreciate your concern.

Now, what do you know about this latest
art theft?

I mean Dynasty Vase.

You know the address?

I thought you grew up in a place like
this. You kidding me?

It's too small.

Who was it?

A guy by the name of Garrett
Fitzsimmons.

What's going on here?

I mean, one day I don't know you, the
next day you're every place I go.

Well, perhaps the gods have plans for
us.

Here, come on in.

Come in.

I kept it here.

15th century Ming vase.

15th century.

That's from Tsinghua's reign.

Yes. Yes, it was.

It meant a great deal to me.

I'm sure the police are going to do
everything they can, Danny. Please don't

patronize me, Molly.

I'm not patronizing you. Why is it so
hard for you? Look, I know how much that

vase meant to you, and I'm trying to...

Forget it. Molly tends to traumatize.

Would you excuse us a moment?

We'll talk later.

This vase was my wife's favorite piece.
Now that it's gone, there's less to

remind me of her. I understand.

All right, talk to them both.

They're going to say we've already been
questioned, but do it again.

What's the matter?

Don't you believe the gods have plans
for you? Of course I do.

I just want to make sure that their
plans coincide with mine.

Wait a minute.

We have a case here.

Well, you better get to work.

A terrible tragedy, Inspector.

He was a hell of a detective.

Had, what, six months before he was
going to put in his papers?

Yeah, give or take.

You mind telling me what you had him on,
Commander?

Matty?

He was working on a slot case. I was
giving him the gravy, him being so close

to retirement. You know what I mean?

Thanks for your help.

No problem.

By the way, you know anything about
Matty being under investigation?

I was hoping that would go away.

What do you know about it?

Nothing. Come on.

You can tell me.

A couple weeks ago, a guy from IAD was
by, named Donner, something like that.

Asked a few questions, and he left.

That's all I know.

Okay, thanks.

The M.O. of the Fitzsimmons place is the
same as all the others.

Guy's a real pro.

First, he takes out the alarm system.

Then he boosts one very select piece and
leaves.

He always takes the best in the house.

That Ming vase was worth one and a half
million at auction.

But on the black market, who knows?

I still can't figure it out.

There have been four scores, all in the
last month.

How do you sense well-known paintings,
art objects? Who buys this stuff if you

can't display it?

Isn't that why they're paying us? To
find out?

Yeah.

But, uh... Fitzsimmons is a

philanthropist. He spends his time
giving money away to worthy causes,

museums, foundations, that sort of
thing.

Only controversial thing he's ever done
is to help keep Ollie North's coffers

full for the Contras.

Buy a missile for Ollie. That sort of
thing.

He almost got called in on the
congressional hearing.

And the daughter?

Nothing remarkable.

College, married, divorced.

She moved back in with her old man when
her mother died.

Spends her time as a volunteer for
various social causes.

That's pretty much it.

McCabe and Gilardi want to know if you
want them to stay on the art case.

Why wouldn't I want them to stay on the
case?

Well, uh, we are on it now, and, um...

I don't know. They just... They just
figured it's your case.

Look, boss.

I know that Mattingly's murder has got
you... He was a friend.

And now they're saying you're dirty.

Maybe the best thing might be to just
let it go.

I mean... Man, I feel pretty stupid
doing this.

What is it you're doing, detective?

I'm trying to help.

You've been given a direct order by the
chief of detectives to stay off that

case. What am I doing?

I'm covering my butt.

The hell with it.

Blake?

Come here.

You know, I don't know you very well.

But one thing I do know.

You don't cover your butt.

Buddha taught us that suffering can end
only with mental and moral self

-purification.

Many people have said that Billy Huang
and your friend were killed because

Billy was involved with his uncle in a
Vietnamese crime syndicate.

You don't agree?

I knew Billy.

I knew him very well.

We were... I understand.

He hated his uncle.

He thought that too made all Vietnamese
look bad. He wouldn't even let him eat

in the restaurant.

You said over the phone that you saw the
killer. Can you describe him?

He was a tall man.

His face was covered with a kind of mask
used to keep away the cold.

Ski mask?

He pointed his gun at your friend and
said...

Con-gal.

Then he shot him, and then Billy.

Before he shot him, what did he say?

Con-gal.

He said, con-gal.

So, was Billy mopped up or was he not?

You don't believe her?

Well, if Billy was clean... Madge, he
was the one who was hit.

Why haven't I heard from anyone?

I mean, it doesn't have to be the mayor.

Somebody. The cop.

Pay some attention to him.

You mean nobody from the department has
come around?

No.

Oh, a lieutenant came.

Oh, do you remember his name? Yeah, I
think it was... Connor.

Connor.

So, has anybody been threatening Maddie
that you know of?

No. Why?

Well, I'm trying to figure it out.

What was he working on? Have you any
idea?

Could it have been anything special?

Yes.

What?

Well, he didn't talk much about his
work. I mean, we had an agreement. No

sharp talk at home.

I think it was one of the reasons our
marriage lasted.

But you could tell he was excited.

Oh, what did he say? Can you remember?

He said they were going to pin a medal
on him.

I remember that.

Well, what else?

Nothing else, really.

That's all he said.

But I knew he was... He was charged up,
you know what I mean?

Yeah.

How did he spend his time off?

Oh, the usual.

Go to the ballgame, pot around the yard.

His last day off, we went to the
Brooklyn Museum.

Does this sound like Maddie? Yeah, well,
you know I love those things.

Looking at pictures.

He said he wanted to go.

For my last birthday, he even brought me
two prints.

Can you believe it?

And he bought this book about
understanding art.

Is that right?

They're going to put him down the way
they should, aren't they?

Of course.

He gave 35 years of his life for that
job.

They just can't drop him into the ground
like a piece of... Tora, there will be a

ceremony, I promise.

Now, look, mind if we take a look at
that art book if we come by the house?

I was looking for it.

He must have taken it to work.

You mean they didn't bring back his
effects?

Not a thing.

Who cleaned it up? Internal Affairs.
They took everything.

Evident.

Do you know who from Internal Affairs?

Some lieutenant named Connor.

When?

Same night.

Night Maddie bought it.

Inspector Kojak's office.

Oh, uh, good morning, sir. Uh, good
afternoon, Chief.

Uh, no, sir, he isn't. Blake!

Blake!

Uh, I'm not sure, sir.

Uh, he didn't tell me, sir, but
Detective Blake is here. I'm sure that

he knows.

Chief Morris, he wants to talk to the
boss.

Yeah?

Hello, sir. This is Detective Blake.

Yes, sir.

Um, he's on the art case now, sir.

Yes, sir.

I'll give him that message.

Thank you, sir.

I have an appointment with Inspector
Ketcher.

Hi. Hi.

Um, he's not here right now.

I don't seem to have you on the list.

Well, I'm early.

I'll just... Why don't you take a seat
here?

And he'll be back any minute now.

Okay.

So, how long have you known the boss?

Ma'am.

Did Blake come up with Carr's file yet?

I'm surprised.

Huh?

Oh. What are you doing here?

Stories. Stories.

Ah, lunch.

Oh, Molly, look. You know, something
came up, Molly. And you're busy.

Yeah. Do you mind some other time? Not
at all.

But it's going to cost you.

Oh? Big time.

Big time.

I'll pay the price.

All right.

Blake is in your office.

Hmm?

Blake is in your office.

What's going on about Connor?

You didn't mean that, did you?

You really want me to dig into an IED,
Lieutenant?

Have we got a breakdown of communication
here?

Look, Bob, I just thought you were
blowing off some steam.

You still have that friend in personnel?

Sure, I do. Then I would appreciate if
you used him.

Question.

What if Mattingly does turn out to be
dirty?

Answer, he won't.

Next question.

By the way, did you know that Mattingly
was developing an interest in art?

Better get a hold of that friend of
mine.

Remember, Inspector, you ordered me to
do this, okay?

Ordered me.

Don't worry about it.

How's the kiss?

Hey, it's terrific, Inspector.

Still plays with that mitt you took him
when he was in the hospital. Oh, yeah?

Here we go.

K-33.

I can give you five minutes, Inspector.

Thanks a lot.

Leo? Yeah?

Where's his memo book from October to
December?

It ain't here.

And I'll tell you how come it ain't
here.

Because I never got it. Are you sure?

Inspector, I don't screw up like that.

There's no memo book logged in from
October 89 to December 89.

Inspector Kojak, I came as soon as I
heard you were here.

Sorry I had to wait.

No problem. I was in the neighborhood
and I thought I... I'm glad you did.

Please.

With all due respect, Inspector, this is
my case.

Oh?

He was my friend, Lieutenant.

Detective Mattingly was on two's
payroll.

Every week he walked out of the Huey
dynasty with a bouquet of flowers.

And an envelope.

Oh? He was being paid off.

What for?

We think he was looking the other way,
letting two run his rackets.

We think?

I'm a cop.

Not a speculator.

Mattingly had a Swiss bank account.

There's almost $50,000 in it.

I got up over a bank account in your
name, Lieutenant.

Meaning what?

Just pointing out a fact.

I mean, you cleaned out Mattingly's
locker yourself, did you?

That's routine procedure.

You're pretty dedicated.

With all due respect, I don't... You
live on Staten Island?

Yet you leave your home, and you go to
Mattingly's squad room the night he was

murdered.

Correct? Yes.

And you're the only one who went through
his belongings?

Yes. Why is that so hard to understand?
He was being investigated.

No, it's not.

What's hard to understand is how you
knew he'd been murdered.

I must have heard it on my radio on the
way home.

I have a scanner in my car.

Lieutenant.

Giving out a cop's name on the radio?

Is that a new procedure I'm not familiar
with?

I couldn't get a copy of the file. It's
too dangerous.

It's classified.

Damn. But I read it.

Hmm. Connor went to Internal Affairs
from Emergency Services.

He was a big expert on security systems.

He was flint.

He was dirty.

All I know is they gave him a choice.

Work in Internal Affairs or find another
career.

Boss, Jake Morris called twice. He did
not sound happy.

Get a book.

And that's what I've been doing, Chief.

The hell it is, Theo. You've been
sticking your nose into the Mattingly

business. Mattingly was working on the
art thefts.

You know what the interesting thing is?

He didn't tell anybody about it.

And why is that, George?

I have a feeling you're going to tell
me.

Because one of the bad guys was a cop.

A cop who was in a position to do him an
awful lot of harm.

If he knew that Mattingly was on to him,
he wanted a dirty cop.

His name spelled Connor.

That's a serious allegation, Inspector.

Murder is a serious crime, Chief.

Yeah? Well, think about that before you
accuse people just so you can clear

Mattingly. Do you really think that's
what I'm doing?

I wish I knew what the hell you're
doing.

Connor's footprints are all over this
thing.

Evidence, Theo. You ever heard of it?

Yeah, I've heard of it. And I know it
when I see it. And it points right at

Connor.

That's all circumstantial.

Everything. The locker.

Questioning the widow?

Everything that you've mentioned is
exactly what a thorough cop does.

Does a thorough cop steal evidence?

You don't know that. There is no reason
to assume that Connor has the memo book.

He was the only one who had it.

If it was in Mattingly's locker, I want
you to drop it.

And I want you to apologize to Connor.

Now. And I want to hear it.

I'm going to have my secretary place the
call and we'll conference. Do you

understand me, Inspector?

Lieutenant Connor, this is Chief Morris.

I have someone on the line who would
like to talk to you. Thanks, Chief.

Inspector.

Kojak.

Theo, damn it!

Connor's a dirty cop.

I don't give a damn what you have to do,
Theo. Just find out what the hell is

going on. You'd dump everything else.
Who the hell would do this?

Who would assassinate a police officer
in his office?

You better figure out what you're going
to tell those piranhas.

The press are going to eat us alive on
this one.

It depends what you tell them.

You know, if they figured that Connor
did himself in, it might give us a

little breathing room.

Yeah, it might.

Inspector, do you know where the shot
came from? We found this.

It's pretty strange, huh?

See if Ballistics knows what it is.
Yeah.

That's what he used.

It must have been something powerful.

It went through a quarter inch of steel
on the back of this chair.

Well, let's do the best we can.

Give me the number of that stuff in the

garage.

Guys, this is over here.

Like I had a taste for the fast lane

There's

nothing much in there all right open it
up

Somehow

I don't think kind of use this stuff to
change flats

It's not a very secure place to keep a
gun.

Find out if it fired the slugs that
killed Mattingly.

You think Connor killed Mattingly?

No.

No, I think it's a little more
complicated than that.

Yeah, but what is it?

I know, I know, I know.

I'm the detective.

Maybe one of these days.

Now, you take this gear down to the lab.

I think we've found our silk stocking
bandit.

Maybe this is what he used to figure out
what he wanted to lift, huh?

Hello.

No, he had a better source than that.

Hey, where are you going to be in case?

On a date.

On a date?

Oh, yes. They were a very unusual
couple.

32 years of marriage, and she was still
my father's life.

It was difficult.

Very. Difficult when she died. My father
lost interest in everything.

His work, everything.

He even stopped going to the club, which
for my father is something.

He spent so much time there, they ought
to name it after him.

That's when you moved in?

I thought he was going to die.

I literally had to beg him to eat.

So, how did you get him interested in
living again?

Genealogy.

It's true. I got him interested in his
Irish roots.

I don't believe this. I have been
telling you my life story for the past

two hours, and I haven't learned one
thing about you. How do you do it?

Well, I like to listen.

You know, it seems that you two have a
very interesting relationship.

Interesting? I don't know what it is.

When my mother died...

I thought there might be room for me.

It didn't happen.

Hey, uh... I can't be a substitute
father, Molly.

Hey, I'm auditioning a storyteller, not
a father.

Good girl. All right.

Thank you.

Oh, by the way, uh... We found the art
thief.

You did?

He was a cop.

The thief?

Not your friend?

No, no, no, no.

Always the detective, huh? You wanted to
see my reactions, didn't you?

All I'm interested in is your
friendship.

Is that so hard to understand?

Poor Theo.

Everyone's a suspect, aren't they?

Now, whoever's on the driver's seat on
this one has got it sealed, airtight.

Do you think this could be some kind of
insurance thing, like for ransom?

Yeah, except no one's contacted the
insurance company. Yeah, right.

Okay, how about the galleries?

Same, nothing.

We're feeding the names of all the
gallery owners into the computers as we

check them out, see if they match up
with anything from the Conner

investigation. Stay with it. Page.

Ballistics says that Maddie and Juan
were killed with a .451 Detonics Magnum.

That's a 1911-style semi-automatic,
nine-pound recoil. It's a hot dog's gun.

Yeah, or a hitman's. No wonder he picked
up the shells. He knew we'd pick a probe

out of gun signature.

Nothing back on what Connor was hit
with. Uh, boss, that reporter's on the

phone again.

All right, tell him I'll call him back,
but... But don't say when.

Don't be smart.

All right, Hamilton.

Anything new on Fitzsimmons or his
daughter?

Not much.

Fitzsimmons' neighbor thinks he's a
pain. He's always soliciting for this

and that.

She's a volunteer for the museum. She
works as a guide, which means she knows

art. You think she's a player?

Well, she stays on the list until we're
sure.

Now, Matty's memo book doesn't show
much.

But it does show that he was watching a
bar called the Emerald Green Pub.

And he also logged Connor going into it
on five different dates.

On three of those dates, that's when the
art thefts went down.

Do you think the bar is his draft of the
art?

I'm going to find out.

In the meantime, uh... Oh.

In the memo book.

Last entry.

Medellin.

With a question mark.

The drug cartel.

Those guys use cops for target practice.

I wonder why.

Hey, I went to all the right schools.

Yeah? Yeah.

We're looking for a friend.

Hey, fellas.

The officers are looking for a friend.

We don't have any.

Anything else?

Yeah, if you wouldn't mind.

Hey, officer, anything I can do to help?
Oh, that's very nice.

Would you mind telling me if you
recognize the man in that picture?

No, I've never seen him before.

Why don't you look again?

Like I said, I've never seen him before.

We want to thank you very much, all
right? I mean, you've been a great help.

Anytime.

I got a make on the bartender.

What are you going to tell me? You're
going to keep it a secret.

His name's Tink Cahill.

Small change burglar.

He was paroled from Rikers eight months
ago.

Paco get anything on the bar?

A paper chase.

He's trying to write it down.

But so far it looks like the Emerald
Green pub belongs to the lawyer.

Oh.

There's our man.

Nice to see you again, Mr. Kale.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Well, you know, you were so helpful this
afternoon that Detective Blake and I

thought you'd welcome the opportunity to
be good citizens.

Well, well, well, would you look at
this. What a surprise.

Carrying a concealed weapon.

That's not nice, eh?

I mean, and it's also a parole
violation.

Take a good look at you.

You don't understand something, man.
This is a bad dude. I mean, a bad, bad

dude. Guess what?

You don't understand.

I mean, you're in serious difficulty.

What do you mean?

The gun charge on top of parole
violation.

You're looking at a lot of time.

No gun charge, no parole violations?

That's the deal.

Kojak? You heard the man.

Okay.

That dude used to come in, and he'd meet
with this other guy who's about my

height, maybe 160, blonde hair,
steel-rimmed glasses,

45, 50.

They'd talk, then he'd split.

Always short talks, real intense, like
something heavy was going down.

Was he carrying anything?

Packages, anything?

Nothing, just talk.

Tell me about steel glasses.

He was scary, man.

Eyes like ghosts.

And the old-timers, you know, they knew
who he was.

Treated him like he was a big shot.

Always gave him what was in the hat.

What hat?

It was weird. On the weekends when it
was crowded, one of the old-timers would

pass a hat around and everybody would
throw money into it.

And they would give it to the steel room
glasses dude when he came in.

Hamilton!

Take care of our friend here.

for a rhythm section, Blake?

From the pub.

Take a look.

Yeah? The slogan.

Clan Miguel.

Sound familiar?

Get the car.

All right, let me get this straight.

When the killer came through that door,
you were back here.

You saw a man, or what looked like a
man, come through the door.

With a ski mask over his face.

Now you turn to see if Billy and Maddie
saw the same thing you did.

Billy saw him.

Maddie turned and reached inside his
coat.

Yes, inside coat like this.

Tiller raised his pistol, shouted
something, and shot them. Is that right?

Right now I want you to watch this, all
right?

And tell me if this is what you saw.

what you're going to tell me?

Clan of Gale was a secret Irish society.

But that was a long time ago.

That gentleman is a depleted uranium
armor-piercing round.

He'll turn a bulletproof vest into
spaghetti.

Fully capable of piercing an armored
personnel carrier.

Or taking down a helicopter with a
well-placed shot.

Here's an identical of yours.

It's real close.

Where the hell did you get that from,
Theo? And where'd you get yours?

Department of Defense.

Experimental. Who makes it? That you'd
have to get from defense.

Lots of luck.

No wrong hands.

This thing will cause a lot of misery.

We got some news about the Emerald
Green.

The pub? Yeah, talk.

Well, it turns out it's a meeting place
for TAC.

Translation, the Aid Committee.

Now, donations range from passing the
hat into the fountain.

We have a list here of known members.

One of these names might interest me.

You found out anything yet on the pub?

Nah, we're still digging it out from
under a pile of dummy corporations.

Oh,

yeah. And the artist made that sketch
based on the bartender's description.

All right, the way I figure it kind of
steals the art.

And gives it to our friend there.

For what?

Cash. How much?

Hard to say.

If he's fenced all the pieces that have
been stolen so far, maybe eight, nine

hundred thousand.

That's enough for a lot of ammo.

We'll count it dead.

Keep going.

But I may decide to keep what they got
and run.

All right, Paige. You get on
transportation, all right?

They got a movie, they got a carrier.

Chips, planes.

Everything, all right?

And they're probably going out of the
country, but don't count on it.

I want to find out where it's going.

Hamilton, you stick with the pub, but
you find out who owns it, all right?

Even if you've got a picture tent in
front of the Bureau of Records.

Right, Inspector.

That entry in Mattingly's notebook,
Medellin, where's that fit in?

Or maybe he figured out a connection
with the drug cartel.

If he did, why don't we have it?

And what if Columbia Drugs...

Got to do with Northern Ireland.

Pictures.

Pictures.

You know, I was so concerned with Dora,
I couldn't see what's right in front of

my face.

He didn't really...

Say, he just showed up with them on the
night of my birthday and said he thought

I would like them.

Did he keep receipts?

Patty, no.

He might have held on to the receipt if
there were evidence.

If he were building a case.

Good.

Thank you, Dora.

Theo, I'm burying him tomorrow.

Dora, uh... The ceremony...

Yeah. I know you've guessed.

Just what do they think he did?

Doesn't matter.

And what about Timmy? Supposed to grow
up thinking his grandfather was some

kind of criminal?

You and I won't let that happen.

Doesn't change you for a minute, does
it?

You still think the sun rises and sets
on the department.

Well, Marty did too.

Yeah.

So, what does that mean?

He's not a dirty cop and you know it.

No, I don't know, Theo.

For all I know, he and Connor were in
this together, whatever the hell this

is.

The press would be all over us if they
ever found out that we buried some cop

as a hero and he turned out to be a
gunman.

Oh, George, trust me on this, okay?

He won't come back at you.

Just give the man a decent burial.

Theo, I'm chief of detectives, and one
of my responsibilities is the image of

this department.

And every time that image is damaged,
every detective is hurt.

I'm sorry.

I was beginning to think you weren't
coming.

I trust the samples I gave you performed
adequately.

Tomorrow, 4.30.

Be here to take delivery.

Then I never want to see either of you
again.

You'll see me when I want.

Park the truck where the car is.

Then get out and leave.

Do you understand me, Deacon?

Good thing I like you, Inspector.

Leo, for both of us.

No.

Medellin. It's an art gallery.

Gentlemen, what you are proposing is
absurd.

I don't know how you managed to obtain a
warrant, but my lawyers will be looking

into it.

I sell art, period.

We found a safe.

Oh. Well, would you mind opening it for
us?

Would you like to do the honors?

You have stolen property.

Want to talk about it?

Yes, I'm sure.

That's the man.

He brought me the pieces. I arranged for
their sale.

I have some very wealthy customers in
Yemen, Brunei, Colombia.

He returned when I had the cash.

He only wanted cash, used cash, except
for the vase.

What about the vase?

He said it was not to be sold.

He said it was some sort of joke and
that somebody would come for it.

I argued, of course. I'm not stupid. But
one doesn't argue with that man.

And he paid me well, naturally.

You got it.

I'm the owner of the pub.

I never know what to expect, a friend or
a cop.

Sometimes I'm not too sure myself.

Well, what'll it be today?

Just a talk?

No.

Um, have you ever heard of a bar called
the Emerald Green?

Now, what would I be doing knowing a
place such as that?

Well, anyway, his headquarters for a
plan to ship a deadly weapon.

Probably to somewhere in Northern
Ireland.

Now, the stolen art.

is being used to finance the purchase of
that weapon.

The art.

Why are you telling me this?

Your father owns the bar.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're not saying my father's involved
in this?

You knew that Blake and I were
investigating Connor.

Me? Yeah.

You overheard the conversation with my
secretary about Connor. And then you

stopped in for lunch.

You're too much. You think that my
father and I are involved in... No, I

think you mentioned the conversation to
your father, Molly.

You're serious?

You think my father had a man killed?

My father's a philanthropist. He could
never in a million years...

You've been playing games with me.

Since the moment we met.

All I ever wanted was your friendship.

Molly.

Now, look, a lot of people are going to
be hurt.

Your father, he's the key.

He can prevent it.

All the evidence we have is
circumstantial.

But we've got to stop those weapons.

I mean, there's no time to build a solid
case.

We need your help.

You need my help.

You tell me that my father has had
people killed, and you want me to

believe that.

And then you tell me you need my help?

To do what?

To arrest him?

He's my father.

And it isn't we.

It's you.

You need my help.

What do you think?

What do I think?

I think she may be the only way into
this.

And I also think I feel like hell.

May I help you, ma'am?

Excuse me, ma'am, but this is a private
club.

Ma'am?

Ma'am?

Ma'am?

Molly, that is absurd.

It is absurd, and it is offensive.

Yes, yes, it is offensive.

And it's also the truth, and I'm
responsible. I'm the one who got you

interested in it.

Interest in our heritage does not
constitute support for terrorists.

Feels right, doesn't he?

You've been using me, Daddy.

I was the one who told you they were
investigating Connor.

Why? Because you asked.

Like all your other questions.

How's the case going now?

What sort of man is this Kojak? What's
he doing now? And you used me to help

steal the art, too, didn't you?

After I'd come home from a cocktail
party or dinner, you always found a way

to ask about the art.

Did they have any new pieces?

Where were they hung?

Molly, I never... Are you going to lie
to me again?

How much does Kojak know?

Oh, Molly.

I never intended for it to turn out like
this. I got interested in where our

ancestors came from. I wanted to help.

What these people are doing is
important.

Those people use people like you for
cannon fodder. Don't you understand

that?

I suppose I... I thought

I was being so clever.

I met Connor through TAC, and we both
thought it would be so funny.

To take from all my wealthy friends who
refused to contribute.

And it was fun. It was exciting.

And then Connor heard about some
experimental ammunition.

And somebody, I don't know who, I don't
want to know.

Somebody sent a man over.

And suddenly people were dying.

God, this is crazy.

What is going on?

Daddy, this isn't right.

All my life I've spent... writing
checks, giving money to other people so

they could make a difference. Well, I
wanted to make a difference. I wanted to

live instead of watching my life go by.

But people have been killed.

I know.

I know.

You couldn't have talked to me, could
you?

That might have been admitting that you
needed me.

Would you have agreed to help?

It sure would have been nice to have
been asked.

What are you going to do?

I'm not a young man, Molly.

I don't want to spend what years I have
left in prison.

I don't give a damn.

The game is over. I want you to walk
away from it. Leave.

I'm afraid it's a bit late for that,
friend.

No, no, I think we'll stay a little
longer if you don't mind.

Well, I do mind.

The police... The police know nothing.

They're pushing.

They're trying to make something happen.
They haven't got anything.

If they did, you'd be talking to a liar,
not me.

You're the one responsible for this.
You're the one who had Connor steal the

vase from my home. You should have
talked to me first.

We took the vial to deflect all
suspicion from you.

It was a precaution.

Now, aren't you going to thank me for
saving it for you?

Well, it was a very foolish thing to do.

No, you have a choice.

Leave, or I tell them the location.

No, Mr.

Fitzsimmons, you wouldn't do that.

Because it would put your daughter in a
great deal of danger.

The vital link.

You have the information the police need
to stop us.

And you know, I think you should give it
to them.

Yes, sir. Just a minute.

Hello?

Here, Chief.

No, no, no. It's not enough.

We need every emergency service unit.

I got a guy who's heard about... Of
course it's precautionary. ...a missing

set of specifications.

Some munitions plant in Maryland.

Nobody wants to admit it. I know we
don't know.

Somebody's freelancer, right? Making the
bullets in a garage. Who knows?

Get on the horn of Pippin.

You tell him to call in even if
Fitzsimmons opens a window.

Got it. Yeah.

Inspector, Molly, line three.

I thought a lot about what you said
yesterday, and I had a long talk with my

father. Well, thank you.

He's innocent, Inspector.

He had nothing to do with the art sets,
and even to think about him in those

terms is just... It's, um... I

have nothing more to say.

Molly. What?

I've got someplace to go, and it's
important to me.

Would you mind going along with me?

So we take comfort in the certainty that
Edward Mattingly is free, is home at

last, safe in the bosom of our Lord.

Amen.

Thank you, Theo.

You helped me get through this.

This is fine, really.

Don't worry about the other ceremonies.

It doesn't matter.

It matters.

If we let those weapons get away from
us, this could be repeated for hundreds

of other families.

Come on.

Is keeping your father out of jail worth
all that?

How do you sleep at night?

From the day we met, you have used me to
solve your case.

I made a friend who asked for help.

Only because I ran out of options.

Asking her was the last thing I ever
wanted to do.

When I was a little girl, my father was
never a demonstrative man. Nobody in my

family was, really.

Anyway, I was playing in the park.

And this boy pushed me off the slide and
I fell.

Cut my knee on a piece of glass.

And there was a lot of blood. I was very
scared.

So I ran home.

And my father saw my knee.

And he grabbed me.

And he held me so tightly I could hardly
breathe.

And he held me all the way to the
doctor's office.

All the equipment inside goes.

I want it broken down and out of here in
two hours.

This place should look like we've never
been near it.

She's home.

And she knows you're there.

Oh, yeah.

All right, sit tight.

She's coming up the steps now.

You will be convincing, won't you?

I'd be glad to help.

I didn't want to face you. I thought I
could find something and an address.

Oh, God, what is this doing to us?
Daddy, you have got to tell the police

where the ammunition is. A lot of people
are going to be killed if you don't.

They're right out front.

I'll go tell them, and then we'll call
our lawyer.

We can make it through this.

You're right, we can.

It's being delivered to an old warehouse
on Pier 71, near the service road.

I'll be right back.

It's done.

Good.

Now have yourself a drink and don't
worry about a thing.

And thanks for all the help, friend.

Got it.

You really think she's on board?

Well, if she's not, we're out of luck.
Let's go.

Molly?

I love you very much.

You do?

Yes, I do.

Why has it taken so many years to do
that?

Oh, God.

I don't know.

I suppose.

Oh, I never realized what a coward I am.
You're not a coward.

I'm very proud of you.

Well, you shouldn't be. You see, Molly,
I gave them the wrong address.

Please don't think he loved me. They
said they would... I'm so afraid.

It's a trap.

It's a trap. Oh, no, it's only a
diversion.

Give me the real address.

Give me the damn address.

It's an old refinery I found for them at
the end of Dexter. But, Molly, Molly,

don't go to the pier.

What do you think?

I don't like the car.

Explosives? Well, why the hell else
would they keep the car in plain view

like that?

All right, look.

You find them and keep their hands in
sight.

Let's go.

Oh no!

I got the right address.

I got the right address.

Where is it?

Here it is.

I'm sorry.

You did good, kid.

It's all over.

Let's get out of here.

Why don't you just stay right here,
Dick?

Why?

Because I don't trust you.

What's the location?

The end of Dexter Street.

All right.

Inside. How many? Three.

Okay, get that truck out of here. Full
of live ammo.

Yo, move that truck out!

This is

Kojak. I'm en route. Tell me what you
got in place.

We've got a tactical unit and a couple
of squad cars.

What about the perpetrators?

They haven't turned down.

You are completely surrounded.

Get him!

Let him go, Blake.

Look, boss.

Let him go, detective.

Move away, detective.

I'm not afraid to die.

What about all those people who died
because of somebody's worthy cause?

And what about Detective Mattingly, who
didn't have a chance?

And the innocent people, were they
afraid?

Whatever a man is worth in the sight of
God, that he is and no more.

We're here today to honor the memory of
Edward Philip Mattingly.

He was a member of that thin blue line
which separates society from chaos.

He was a policeman He was

my friend