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Sleep!

Okay,

James. Close it up.

Yeah, alright.

Close in time. Keep going.

That looks good. What's it called again?

It's calamari. Why don't you have some, Mr. West?

Thank you, sir. Have a nice evening.

Now, you were saying... You've seen for yourself.

The discrepancies.

Blind man was spotted.

Your client must have warned you.

Well, in so many words, but naturally I had to confirm your allegations.

You can understand my dilemma.

I mean, we're not talking pocket money.

What we have here is a major crime, right?

And if I'm doing my job, I've got to blow the whistle.

For which my boss gives me a hearty pat on the back.

And in another ten years or so, I am the proud recipient of a gold watch.

I already own a watch, Mr. Tapley.

Don't we all?

The thing of it is, Mr. Tapley, what I don't own is a summer cottage on Cape

Cod. And at my present take-home, I couldn't even afford to buy a welcome

mat. Are you following my drift, Mr. Tapley?

All the way to the bank, Leo.

All the way to the bank.

That's good, Mr. Tapley. I like that.

So wouldn't you say that stuff is good?

Yeah, yeah.

Here,

help yourself.

I'm going to give my client a jingle, and we'll see if we can work something

out here to our mutual satisfaction.

Just excuse me.

I'll be right back.

Is that him? That's him.

Don't forget the paperwork.

I should be home at about...

Angelina who?

Who is this?

Hey, who are you?

Where's Angelina?

Hey, you!

Keep going!

Yeah, I got one in the car.

Detective Blake.

Sorry to drag you out on a night like this, Inspector, but I figured you'd

want to be in on this one from the beginning. Let's get out of the rain,

Blake. Let's go inside.

Detective, I'll take it.

The victim's name was Leo Weiss, CPA employed by Stossel Cutting.

48, unmarried, living on Staten Island with his mother.

He's taken out execution style.

Single bullet, entry wound, base of the skull.

Oh, we recovered the slug. It's .22.

Wise guy's favorite kill gun.

Well, what do you say? The wise guys did it? Well, a citizen gets popped in a

pasta joint owned by Tony Salducci's brother-in-law.

I'm saying there's a very good chance.

Any witnesses?

Remote possibility.

Otherwise, zilch.

It was closing time. The kitchen staff had all gone home. Weiss was their last

customer.

The waiter says that he was in the can when this hit went down. The dishwasher

says that he was out back, sneaking a smoke.

And about that remote possibility?

There was a girl.

Evidently, she stepped inside to use the phone. She must have witnessed this hit

and ran.

This lady across the street says she came tearing out of here like a world

-class printer.

She left her umbrella and a big puddle of rainwater behind.

Bless you.

All right, first thing tomorrow morning. Here.

Get in touch with Strauss and Cudahy.

Find out what Weiss was up to.

You know, Staten Island pilgrim.

Away from hearth and home.

Eating pasta on Mulberry Street and all alone.

Here's one for us.

Oh, what do you know? Here comes the innkeeper.

Okay.

I'll wire you at it.

Take that for ballistics.

And find out it was an only child.

Guido!

Mix and match.

Oh, that's very nice.

Very nice. I mean, it's a bold fashion statement.

Well, I had to get dressed in the dark. I didn't want to wake up the missus.

Crawled out of a sick bed to come down here.

This is terrible. Just terrible. What a length these deadheads would go to to

avoid paying a check.

This ain't gonna do my business any good, I can tell you that. You know

something?

I got a hunch it takes a couple of lumps out of Tony's mattress.

Tony? What the hell has Tony got to do with this?

Pat, Kojak?

Guido, don't dance with me, okay?

I mean, you don't have the knack.

Everybody knows that you're in silent partnership with your brother-in-law.

I mean, tape of linens, glassware, booze, meat and produce.

And even that car you're driving, it flows down from Salducci Enterprises.

Now, what are you trying to tell me?

That a civilian is going to get whacked at this address without Tony Clamps

giving somebody the nod?

Inspector, the cleanup crew wants to know if we can release the remains now

in 20 minutes or on overtime.

What do you think we know? I mean, I know he's into you, but blue plate

special.

I'll write it off the overhead.

What did I tell you?

He's all hard.

Let me tell you something, Dutchman. You got sauerkraut for brains.

35,000 restaurants in this city, and you gotta pick Bomonti. Look, the guy wanted

to eat Italian.

We didn't have much time. Bomonti's was the only place we could set up in such a

hurry. You couldn't hit him on the street, on a subway platform, walking

his dog.

And there's dozens of places besides the pizza joint owned by the meatball who

married my sister.

He ain't gonna say anything.

What, God whispered in your ear?

Yeah.

Tapley's on the red-eye to Vegas, so he's covered.

You, you can go back to Brownsville and play with your stamp collection till I

need you again.

Here, that ought to buy you a whole gang of Pakistani unperforateds.

What?

Something wrong?

Maybe. Maybe not.

You see, there was a witness.

Spoke to Strauss and Cudahy.

Yeah. Weiss was doing a major audit on the Goodrich Construction Company at the

express behest of the Hogarth Corporation.

Hogarth, as in the Hogarth department store chain?

Yeah. Why would they want to investigate Goodrich's books?

Because Goodrich landed the construction contract for the Hogarth's flagship

store. You could build a stealth bomber for what that baby's gonna cost.

But even so, I still don't see the connection.

Tony Clam Salducci was best man at Lyle Goodrich's wedding. Now, look, it was

your money.

Wouldn't you want an audit?

Ma'am.

Coming, Bob.

Get in touch with Lyle Goodrich's office and try to set up a meet. What's this?

That's the M.E.'s report. It just came in.

Any word on ballistics?

This you're gonna love.

That .22 slug's an identical twin to the one they dug out of the late Jackson

Smith last July.

There's another homicidal I'd like to pin on Tony Clamps-Halducci. He's gotta

have that killer on retainer.

Why'd you lose him? Wait a minute.

Yeah, the medical examiner's report on the undigested contents of the victim's

stomach. Now, what do we got?

Arugula, linguine, clams, olive oil, vinegar, Chianti, and calamari.

So, where's the calamari?

Not on the victim's plate.

So he wasn't alone.

He was lured into Bermonti's restaurant.

Someone set him up.

Get in touch with that waiter. Tell him we're bringing him in for re

-interrogation. I want to find out who was breaking breadsticks with our CPA

and why he wasn't in his seat when the house lights went up.

Okay, that's it.

Mr. Goodrich is out of the office.

He's gone to Hogarth's corporate headquarters for a business meeting.

Really?

Oh, Gesundheit.

Yeah, that's what they all say.

I'll give you my grandmother's remedy, but where would you find Eye of Newt?

I'll explain to Kojak. Is there something that I can do for you?

Yeah.

I'd like an audience with Mr. Hogarth.

Senior, I'm afraid he's all tied up in a meeting right now.

In any event, he doesn't see anybody unless you have a prior appointment.

Oh, well, I'm not particular.

I'll speak to Junior then.

Well, Junior doesn't see anyone.

Is that right?

You know what?

I think I'll park my carcass over there. Who knows? I might get lucky.

They

had

to start without you.

That's all right, Phyllis. I'm a quick study.

Are those for me?

Okay, uh, tell him I'm calling him back later this afternoon.

What about Jerkin?

Jerkins can wait a few days.

Sternhagen. Tell Sternhagen that I hate polyester and petrochemicals are not

environmentally sound.

Oh, no.

Um, some other time.

Tell her, okay, for the 25th.

Oh, Mr. Goodrich.

The bid was awarded on the assumption that you would meet the deadlines agreed

upon. You're already six weeks behind schedule, and now you're saying the only

way to get back on schedule is to stick us for more money.

That's not the way I see it, Mr. Hogarth.

I'm told that 30% of your business is done during Christmas time.

If you want your building completed by November 1st... Goodrich, don't try to

hold me up. Now, what Mr. Goodrich is trying to tell his father...

is that due to weather setbacks and geological problems encountered when

laying the foundation, his construction company is finding the bid insufficient.

We have to face up to our own culpability here.

Those deadlines imposed at your wife's insistence were artificial to begin

with. It's Michelle's obstinacy, her ambition that we're paying for now, not

Mr. Goodrich's value to deliver.

Good morning, everyone.

This is Jason Whitehead of Armstrong, Gillespie, Eldridge, and Whitehead. $3

.25 an hour and worth every penny.

We've spent the morning going over your contract, Mr. Goodrich.

Guess what?

The point in question?

Number 97.C3.

Stipulates? That each day Goodrich's construction exceeds the agreed-upon

date of completion, it will remit to the Hogarth Corporation an additional

penalty payment of $65,000.

That's on top of the standard completion penalties.

And Mr. Whitehead assures me we have an excellent case if you're found to be

deliberately delaying construction, thereby depriving this corporation of

its Christmas profits.

Oh, it's all there in black and white, Mr. Goodrich.

If I were you, I'd find better use for my time, like having your crews working

round the clock while you still have profit margin left.

Sorry,

Inspector, not today.

Mr. Hogarth has had an exhausting morning.

But tomorrow, perhaps if you call me... Yeah, I'll do that.

Hold that elevator.

Thank you.

Well, too bad about Weiss.

You talking to me? Face down in a bowl of linguine.

It's not a very pretty sight, right?

I know you from somewheres.

But there are those who might think he deserves it. Like your friend Salducci,

for example.

There's some kind of loony tunes, Baldy. I don't know nobody named Salducci. Sure

you do.

He's that overstuffed Neanderthal with his hands in your pockets up to his

armpits. You're a cop, right?

That's it, you're a lousy cop.

I don't have to talk to you.

I'm a respectable citizen.

I'm a member of the Better Business Bureau. I got accommodation from the

mayor himself.

Well, look, I'm through for you.

Butter up to the warden, and he'll let you hang it up in your cell.

Don't argue. Just get in the car. Hey!

Okay, Warburton, what's up? It's a federal investigation, Kojak. That's all

you need to know.

Let's go.

All you need to know.

Well, I'll be the judge of that.

Pam, now what's going on here? Another blue flu epidemic? Where's Blake?

Oh, he's gone.

You know that witness, the one who made the phone call from Bomonti's? Yeah.

Well, he checked with the telephone company. She used a credit card.

Police officer, ma'am. Open up.

Let's see it.

Are you Angelina Frascati?

No, I'm her roommate.

What's your name?

Lorraine. Lorraine what? Lorraine Ortega.

Angelina's not here.

You know I can reach her? You can't. Why not? She's gone away. Where?

Europe. When?

This morning.

What airline?

Well, how should I know? We're not joined at the hip. She said she was

going to Europe, and I didn't ask any questions.

She sends me a postcard. I'll let you know. All right? All right.

She's not here, but her roommates auditioning for a nervous breakdown no

hang on hang on Let's just wait here and see what happens

It's

showtime Like a care package to me

Thank you.

Okay, stay here.

Hello, I'm Brother Rexley. Can I help you, my son?

Yeah, just a moment of your time, brother.

Yeah, well, look, this is a good house here. What do you want? State your

business. A girl came here with a duffel bag. Did you see her?

No. I mean, there's so many people.

That's him.

I'm back here!

Watch the door!

Nice view.

Come on.

Get off.

Get off.

I wanted to get away for a few days.

I heard this all day. It was good for my complexion. Is there any crime in that?

So why'd you run away from me?

I ran up a big bill at Bloomy's. I figured you were for the collection

agency. Now, look, you don't deny that you were at Bermondi's last night, do

you? What's the deny?

I was there. I made a phone call. I left.

Yeah, in such a hurry that you forgot to hang up the receiver.

I'm absent-minded.

Well, ask Lorraine. I forget my name for what entangled on my fanny.

So you still insist that you saw nothing? I saw a three-piece polyester

stuffed in his face.

You say he's dead. I say, how could you tell?

Oh, if we can find you, so can they.

I mean, did that ever cross your mind?

Who's they?

I think you know.

I think they already got to you, and I think that's why you took off.

If all I was thinking is that one day you don't have a migraine.

You, Angelina, you're my migraine.

Now you listen to me, okay?

We can protect you.

Yeah, but for how long?

You know, my great-grandmother lived to be 95.

You think the taxpayers would go for that?

Well, I don't ask for 95, Inspector, but I'd sure be disappointed if I didn't

live to see this weekend.

Yeah, maybe Leo Weiss felt the same way.

All right.

You're excused.

Yeah, that's one tough piece of work. I think so.

I was thinking just the opposite.

Put a blue and white on our door.

Blue and white.

Mr.

Miller, Mr. Miller, service deck, please.

Mr.

Miller, please pick up line three.

Line three, Greg.

What a beauty, huh?

Hey, you ought to do something about that.

Yeah. I'm open to all the suggestions.

Not to mind you're not.

You want to talk about that CPA, right?

My sister called me.

This Inspector Kojak, she says. He's got poor Guido passing blood.

What do you want to do a thing like that for?

And Guido wouldn't snuff a cockroach unless he got permission from the ASPCA.

A wimp like that.

What makes you think he'd turn a blind eye to a takedown?

I mean, he'd jump off the Trump Tower into a damp tissue if you told him to.

You see what I mean?

Kojak, you're like a singer who only knows one song, you know? I mean, it's

nice, but it's not enough for a club act.

You know, a long time ago, I was living in a little cold-water flat on Sullivan

Street. There was a kid across the hall. He had a piano.

So all day long, every day, heart and soul, heart and soul.

And one day, the kid takes a break, goes for a pizza.

On the way back... Somebody steps on his fingers.

Oh. These things happen.

Yeah. Submitting stories like that.

What you're saying, there's an easier way to counter you, huh?

Easier and more profitable.

Would you care to step into my office?

Oh, and do what? I mean, sign up for one of your lifetime, no-interest, easy

-payment loans?

Hey, I never figured you'd come cheap.

If I was for sale, slimeball.

I'd be sitting up there in Riverdale waiting for the next invasion of the 17

-year locust.

You're going down, Tony.

You're going down for Jackson Smith.

You're going down for Tori Colucci.

You're going down for that little nebbish from Staten Island. And you're

going down for that rookie cop who walked down a dark alley on that sultry

summer's night. And for all of them, and for those I've overlooked, the bill has

come due.

When I walk into your office, and I will,

I'll have a warrant in my hand for your arrest.

Now, if you don't know that tune, keep your eye on the bouncing ball.

Don't be angry, Trish. Why should I be? It's only the third time.

I'm sorry I was late. Well, I guess I should be used to it by now.

Okay, let me ask you a question.

I thought this was a date. This is a date.

Last year...

You did a piece on the Hogarth tribe for the Sunday Supper, right? Yeah, sir.

I want to know your impressions.

Well, go to the newspaper, ask for the more, tell them Trish sent you. They'll

be happy to Xerox you a copy. Look, Trish, you know I don't want a puff

piece that's been picked over and sanitized by a team of liable lawyers. I

want the inside story.

What's your interest? Little Debbie run a traffic light?

Off the record?

Come on, that's just the way it has to be.

This whole thing is nothing but warts, ingrown hairs.

Well, don't think you can buy me with a burger and fries.

Okay. Lunch tomorrow, 1 o'clock at Amici's.

Sertini, zuppe di pesce, zabbaglione.

And white truffles? Like a bushel bastard.

Now you're talking.

Okay. A couple of nights ago, there was a shooting in Little Italy.

The CPA?

Yeah. We have reason to believe they're somehow connected to the Hogarths.

Heavy. Yeah, that's what I said.

I need your help.

What do you want to know?

Draw me a picture of the family circle from the inside looking out. Oh, they're

a real fun group.

Well, first, of course, there's Gideon Hogarth, which you can legitimately call

a self-made man.

Started out in Yonkers over half a century ago behind the counter of a five

and dime, and today he could buy and sell General Motors.

But his costume cost him dearly.

Two wives that left him because they couldn't take the hours, his health, and

now that he's remarried again, the affection of his kids.

What about her?

The new wife?

Lots of people asking that question.

You've seen her picture. She pops up in more places than Leona Helmsley.

Conventional wisdom has it she married Gideon for his money.

I'm not so sure.

I've watched them together.

It's enough to send a bystander into diabetic coma.

Since her husband's stroke, Michelle's taken over the running of the business.

She rules with an iron fist.

And seeing her in action, I'd say the woman earns her keep.

She's kind of hard on the employees.

What about the son, Paul?

How's he handling it?

With gritted teeth.

He's like Prince Charles.

Nearing middle age, frustrated, waiting for his parent to die.

And just when it looks as though he's about to get his wish, along comes a

dragon lady and elbows him out of the way.

What about little Debbie?

Well, she got squeezed out, too.

Until the wicked stepmother turned up, Debbie made a career out of looking

after daddy.

I mean, that old man was her entire life.

Okay.

Knowing what you do, would you say any one of them would condone an act of

homicide?

Off the record? Yeah. In a hot minute.

You understand, of course, when this breaks.

If it breaks.

I'm the first to know about it.

What are friends for, huh?

Oh, good, you're here.

Chief wants to see you, Inspector.

Oh, I swear.

Uh, boss, boss.

Uh, in your office.

Well, look, if I'm not back in five minutes, call a priest.

George. Don't get it sterilized, will you? I'm toxic.

Tell me about it.

It's Gideon Hogarth, Theo.

His wife called the mayor, the mayor talked to the commissioner, and, well,

you know the drill as well as I do.

And the bottom line?

Stay away from the Hogarths. You want to buy a necktie, you want to shop for a

home appliance, they'll treat you like a prince. Just don't disturb the family. I

don't see how I can do that, George.

You can do it, because I'm telling you to do it. You know, somebody else told

me to get lost.

The feds.

You think it was Mrs. Hogarth who called them?

This is the first I've heard of it. What's their angle? How do I know?

They scooped up this Lyle Goodrich, you know. He's the guy who's building the

new store.

He's the guy who's being audited by Weiss.

Saldoche's, man.

This is one big tangled mess.

And right in the middle, the Hogarths. And you're asking me to lay off. Can you

prove any of this?

It's my job, isn't it?

It's your neck.

That's got Sagan on the Houston office.

I'll deal with that tomorrow, thanks.

Beautiful woman you are.

I'm very much in love with you.

Oh, there isn't a woman on earth that ever gets tired of hearing that.

What's wrong?

I've been sitting here playing devil's advocate with myself.

I want to be fair, see Paul's side of it.

Jimbo's gone.

B. Altman's.

Bond with Teller's bankrupt.

Marshall Field's up for sale.

So are sacks and Bloomingdales. Am I kidding myself?

Did the fat lady sing while I was in the lobby buying popcorn?

Fat lady? Hasn't even left her dressing room yet.

Well, I don't know about anything anymore, am I?

Except you.

My thoughts wander.

Maybe it's the medications, my illness.

Nonsense.

You're still as sharp as the day I met you.

Boy, I was showing off that day full of myself.

So eager to please you.

Tom Sawyer doing handstands on Becky Thatcher's picket fence.

Hey.

I fell in love with Tom Sawyer.

Any regrets?

Only that I haven't been able to give you a child.

Uh-uh.

You're my baby.

You're mine.

Michelle Hogarth?

I beg your... Agents Warburton and Nichols, ma'am, U.S. Department of

Justice. I have a warrant here for your arrest for income tax evasion and

conspiracy to defraud the federal government.

I'm going with you. No, you're needed here.

Cole Whitehead, tell him to meet me at the Manhattan Federal Correctional

Facility. And tell the architects I can't meet with them today.

I'll meet with him tomorrow, I guess.

Thanks.

What did Mrs. Hogarth do?

Anthony can stop them.

Michelle!

Deborah, go to your father. He needs you.

Now, please.

This is a comedy of errors.

No one's laughing.

Listen. Dagan Kolb is coming in to discuss the Houston store renovations.

Do you think you can handle it?

Well, golly, Mom, I'll sure give it the old college try. Let's go.

Be reasonable, Theo. It's out of our

hands. Even you should be able to say that. Si, si.

All I see is a major case going down the toilet because of a couple of headline

-happy feds.

And they're going after the woman. For what?

I mean, soliciting kickbacks?

Skimming a couple of million dollars off the top? No.

You want to talk about income tax?

You want to talk about major fraud?

This Tony Clamps, he's into our government for more than the Contras.

Oh.

And their star witness, are you ready? Your friend and mine, Lyle Goodrich. It

all ties together, George.

And then all I got to do is connect the dots.

I don't suppose I get interested in the Times crossword puzzle instead.

I want Salducci, Georgie.

And I think I can get him through Michelle Bogart. They'll slap a gag

order on you.

They'll have you up for harassment, obstructing governmental administration,

interfering with official investigation.

Okay, so they got to take me to court, right?

And this being America, I'm entitled to build up a defense, right?

If you're not doing anything that day, you come by the courthouse, I'll have

them laying in the aisles. No, no, no. Smith, Weiss, forget about them.

Sean Moriarty was one of ours.

All right, Theo.

Enough already.

Dad, what am I gonna do with you?

Well, sending a get-well card would be nice.

Listen.

Mrs. Hogarth would like to make a brief statement, and no questions will be

taken.

The charges brought against me are utterly without foundation.

Insofar as I'm aware...

I've never committed a criminal act, nor have I contributed to the criminal

actions of persons other than myself, most especially not the actions of Lyle

Goodrich, whose perjured testimony has placed me in this position.

Testimony, I might add, obtained by promising him immunity from prosecution.

It's no secret that I'm a wealthy woman and that I owe that wealth and whatever

position I now occupy to my husband.

gideon hogarth a man i love admire and respect beyond the outermost limits of

human expression if anyone believes that i would risk

that position that wealth and most especially my marriage for the sake of a

few million dollars well they don't know who they're dealing with thank you

I'm Inspector Kojak, NYPD.

What's that to me?

Not a hell of a lot when you put it that way, I suppose.

I need a couple of minutes of your time, though. You don't have to talk to this

about Michelle.

Wait a minute, I've seen you somewhere before.

The day before yesterday by the elevators. But I understood from Phyllis

that it was my husband you wanted to speak with. Well, things change.

Yes, they certainly do.

But mine's a federal case.

Well, my unit's investigating the murder of one Leo Weiss. Leo Weiss, that

accountant that was murdered in the village the other night. What's that got

to do with me? Yeah, well, the accountant was also assigned to order

the books of one Lyle Goodrich.

Can I drop you someplace, Inspector?

Really, Michelle, I don't think you should talk to this man. Jason, take a

cab. It'll be good for your character.

Shall we?

Well, you must admit...

No one had a better motive for killing Weiss than destroying his records.

Of course I agree.

From what my attorney tells me, those books have been cooked by a master chef.

But you see, Inspector, I didn't even know there was an audit in progress.

It was authorized and paid for by the Hogarth Corporation.

And you didn't know about it?

Well, if it wasn't you, then who?

Maybe your husband?

No.

I'll get to the bottom of it, and when I do, I'll let you know.

Did you know that Goodrich was in bed with Antonio Salducci?

No.

I'm not surprised.

My husband doesn't find out about it.

He spent his life closing doors on men like Salducci.

He's paid a price.

Nothing's for free in this world, especially not integrity.

Is that going to come out at the trial?

Only if it helps the Feds' case.

Well, what's your verdict, Inspector?

Do you think I'm guilty?

Oh, yeah.

Something.

I just haven't figured out a what yet.

Oh, what time did Trish leave?

That early?

You sure?

Okay. Take a message. Word for word.

Tell her the white truffles died.

Yeah, that's the message.

Thank you. Bye.

Excuse me, Mr. Bellman.

There's someone who wants to see you.

What is it, Mercer?

It's an Inspector Kojak, sir. He's here to see your father.

I'll deal with this. Father's not to be disturbed.

This is an arrogant, contemptible invasion of privacy.

You were warned to keep your distance, Inspector.

Now, whatever trouble we're having with the law, that's none of your concern.

Well, sit him down, sonny. I'm here at Daddy's invitation.

That's impossible. Well, then you ask him.

My father's health has been deteriorating for some time now.

At his age, in his condition, he's not always responsible for his actions.

If he had his way, he'd invite one of our department store clerks over for

Sunday brunch.

You could do worse.

And so we have, but not today, Inspector.

His personal invitation notwithstanding, I'm afraid I'm going to have to deny you

the privilege of an audience.

Inspector, Mr. Hogarth says would you kindly join him in the solarium?

Well, he's talking to you, sonny.

Let's do it again sometime.

I forget, Mercer.

How long is it you've been with family?

It'll be 27 years next October, sir.

Yes, I wouldn't count on it if I were you.

I don't believe you need your top coat, Inspector. You'll find it rather warm in

the solarium.

Thank you, sir.

Michelle's lying down at present.

As you can imagine, she slept badly last night.

I haven't told her that I've asked you here why.

I'll tell her later, of course. We have no secrets from each other.

She informed you that we shared a ride after she left the courthouse?

Oh, my, yes.

You stopped at P.J. Clark's for chili and boilermakers? Well, the boilermakers

were for her. I was still on duty.

Are you on duty now?

Uh, I haven't decided yet.

That's fair enough.

You had questions.

You order the audit?

No, I saw no reason to.

I'd employed Goodrich before, so had many of my friends.

Well, suppose you found out that Weiss had uncovered information which

incriminated Mrs. Hogarth.

If you don't mind, I'd decline to answer that one.

Well, it's speculation. I wouldn't believe that if I were.

Well, who do you think instigated the audit?

I know who instigated it. Michelle told me less than an hour ago. Some well

-meaning member of my accounting department.

But considering the consequences of his action, I doubt he'd step forward for

any credit. Is it important?

Sir, the man was killed.

That's always important.

Of course it is.

That was insensitive of me.

You're sitting there wondering whether my wife is involved, and I'm sitting

here wondering how to convince you that she isn't, that she couldn't be.

Let me tell you about this woman, Inspector.

Not one person said, go ahead and marry her. Not one.

That's my heart.

Everyone, they're all convinced, but she's after your money.

What other reason could there be?

You know, it's impossible Michelle could be genuinely in love with you. You're so

much older.

Yes, she is.

Yes, she is.

You know how I know?

Two years ago, my 70th birthday, gifts came in from everywhere.

Expensive gifts.

Tiffany's, Herod's, London.

You know what Michelle gave me?

A faded photograph of a five-intensive store in Yonkers where I first started

business. That building doesn't exist. It's a parking lot.

Now, for years, I've searched for some evidence of this humble beginning, and

yet it took Michelle to find it.

It took time and effort.

More than that, it had taken love.

And that new store we're building?

Hogarth's folly, my son calls it, a billion-dollar monument to Michelle's

vanity. I'll tell you the truth, why she's so obsessively driven to see it

through when she's bulldozing everyone and everything under to just... Well,

I'll tell you.

It's a monument, all right.

It's a tombstone.

Mine.

She's rushing frantically to completion.

Hoping that she can beat the Grim Reaper to the finish line.

I wouldn't bet on that one.

But then, I wouldn't bet against Michelle either.

Well, I think I'll let that turn out.

Under your girlfriend's byline, and you don't know a thing about it.

Not that she published this story.

Oh.

You figured she'd write it in her diary and squirt it away somewhere in a time

capsule. Look, boss, I'll talk to her. You already talked to her. That's the

problem. Boss, she gave me a word on this. The word of a reporter?

Come on, get out of here before you find yourself in uniform walking a beaten bed

stye.

And the next time you talk to the fourth estate, make sure you're in a vertical

position.

Now, where the hell is Tatum? Where you planted him. Huh?

Tea with lemon?

He's sitting on Telducci. Oh, yeah, I forgot.

Ah, take a look at this beauty.

My people tell me that Kojak's got some troops staked out in a little rat trap

at 297 West Makepeace.

297.

On the building directory, it lists an Angelina Frascati, apartment 304.

You'll do it?

It's done.

I have reason to think that I might be under surveillance.

Pretty sure my phones are tapped.

So unless you hear different, don't come back here.

If I need to get in touch with you, there'll be a sign in the showroom

window. Special today, 86 Cadillac Coupe de Ville. We'll meet in the usual place,

huh?

Well, listen, shop around, but I'm sure you won't find a deal any better than

this any place in town, huh? Thanks a lot.

Something wrong?

Wouldn't you say so?

I'd say we'd better start shopping for a new poster girl.

We need to talk.

Hello, salon.

Yeah, just a minute.

Damien, Mrs. Henry wants to know if she can come in Tuesday afternoon.

Sure, what does she want to have done?

Yeah.

Yeah, all right.

Well, you read this morning's paper? Yeah, that Calvin and Hobbes is really a

hoot.

Nothing bothers you, right? No, it bothers me as cops during working hours.

That bothers me almost as much as cops after working hours.

You were at risk before.

That story clinches it.

Seems to me if anybody's at risk, it's Mrs. Hogarth.

Well, maybe your testimony can clear her. First it's Weiss, now the dragon

lady. Next you'll be asking me to do it for UNICEF.

No, for you, to clear your conscience. Look, my conscience is fine, thank you.

Come here.

You listen to me, Sherlock.

My mother had nine kids, plus two that were still one. I was the youngest.

That means that for the first 14 years of my life, I had to fight for breathing

space. Then one day, my drunken stepfather surprised me in the bathtub

and taught me everything there was to know about the birds and the bees.

It was a three-hour lesson. I graduated with honors.

I left home that night and I never looked back.

I'm a survivor, Kojak.

No one ever gave me anything and I never asked.

I've lived with rats and roaches in places where you wouldn't dump your

garbage. So I think my conscience could live with this.

Sweetheart. Do you mind taking Mr. Schneider? I'm just not up to it.

Unless you're waiting for a perm coat, Jack.

You mind if I get back to work?

You can't be serious.

I can assure you, Father, that I've never been more serious.

Hogarth Common was down nine points when the market opened this morning. Well, by

all means, buy.

Don't get panicky, Paul.

I'm not panicky.

But the other members of the board of directors will be.

And all the major shareholders.

Every point we drop brings us closer to a hostile takeover.

I still control 51% of Ogarth Inc. As long as I do, your stepmother will

remain as CEO.

I'm not suggesting that she stand down permanently.

Just until we put this mess behind us.

Until that time, she must allow us... Is that how you feel, Debra?

If it's for the good of the company.

I can't ask that of her.

I will not humiliate a woman I love whose efforts are solely responsible for

the leadership position we now command.

With all due respect, sir, but you're gambling with our inheritance.

The maternity ward at St. Luke's assured me that you two were indeed the fruit of

my loins.

If it were not for that, I'd have serious doubts.

Cross the line, Trish.

What line?

You know what I mean. Our conversation was off record.

I'm a reporter, remember?

All right, a reporter with a page one byline and a fat bonus sitting in a

checking account.

You kept me waiting for over an hour.

I'm really sorry.

Oh, sure you are. You're too busy playing Brenda Starr. We had a deal,

Trish. If and when the story broke, it was yours. But you had to go behind my

back. You talk to my witnesses, you compromise the ongoing police

investigation, and, not that it matters, but you make me look like a damn fool in

front of my commander.

But I guess I am a fool, because I thought we had something.

I have no earthly idea why we constantly backstab each other.

But I'll tell you this, it'll never happen again.

It's over.

It's quiet, Sergeant.

Miss. If you have no objections, I'll see you safe to your door.

Get ready for the climb, Robin Hood.

You'd think they'd invest in elevators.

Yeah, what's the matter? Have a seat for a minute.

Hello.

Hello.

Good night, Miss.

I'm flattered.

Thanks. You're not.

Break some monotony.

It's my fault.

I should have checked.

I should have been there when that bastard... Oh, come on. Will you stop

couching yourself?

You can't be everywhere.

I mean, how would you know?

He came over the roof, didn't he?

All

right,

let me.

It's okay, it's okay.

All right, keep moving out. Keep going.

Oh, go ahead.

Say it. Don't get glad.

It's all right.

It's okay.

It's all right.

It's not quite... It's right in here. It's sharper.

Yeah.

And his eyes are darker, a little fuller.

Yeah, that's the best. You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Okay, Dennis.

Okay, that's a perfect Picasso.

Thanks.

Look, uh, we've reserved a suite for you at the Warwick.

Well, uh, I don't want to be alone tonight.

No, no, no, you won't be.

Costanza here.

She's volunteered to stay with you, okay?

Come on.

Thanks, Kojak.

Okay, kid.

Don't you worry, Aunt Davina.

Thought you were over that.

Yeah, maybe it's not a cold.

Maybe I'm allergic to one of my detectives.

Take this down to the photo unit, have it blown up and put on the streets.

And take this artwork with you.

Why bother?

This, with Angelina's testimony, gives us probable cause. Why don't we just

bring Sal Ducci in and sweat him? Because he'd be back on the streets in

five minutes.

Sweat, Tony, clamps.

Are you kidding?

Crocodiles, they don't have paws.

And if I'm gonna throw a net over him, let me tell you something, it's gonna be

forever.

You and Trish, are you still on the outs?

Yeah, well, after what she did to me. Oh, come on. You know, no reason to send

her to her room.

She's a reporter.

You know, initiative, enterprise, et cetera.

I mean, that's what America's all about.

Maybe, just maybe, that girl can help us.

She's got a front-page story.

Perfect.

Well, you know it wasn't so easy. I had to spend the night.

Well, you know, that's what I like about you.

You know, no matter what the sacrifice, you remain undaunted. And now, assuming

that you're up to it, Blake, I've got another challenging assignment.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Thanks.

smell right now

That's not what you said.

You said that it could be contained.

Now, see, I would never have agreed if I had thought that it might cause

financial ruin to the company or scandal.

But no, no, it won't wait.

We have to do something before it gets too late. The situation is out of hand.

Relieve your arm, Mr. Sandwich.

That's it.

Let me just get his shoulder.

Feels good, Angelo.

I think this is a good way. Take it just like this.

Okay. Relieve it.

That's good, Mr. Sandwich.

I'll finish it for you.

Come with me.

All right, Angelo. Yes?

I have this for you, sir.

And what may we show you today, sir?

Uh, do you have anything in cotton?

Yeah, cotton. Cotton.

Uh... Grazie, Angelo.

Una vestita bello.

You see the paper?

Why don't you drown the goldfish while you were at it?

It was a natural mistake.

Another mistake like that, we could be stamping out license plates of

Dannemora. The paper says she moved to Coney Island.

It even gives the address.

Think you can find a place without a seeing eye, dog?

Yeah, I can find it.

Hey, Dutchman.

You screw up again, your next of kin is going to suddenly inherit a world-class

stamp collection.

Capisce?

Yes, information. I would like the phone number for the Major Crimes Division of

the New York City Police Department.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, the inspector's out of the office just now. Can I take a message?

I need to see you.

Phyllis Sandler, St.

Xavier Apartments. You got it? Yes, I've got that.

And about time, too.

I was getting a haircut, can't you tell?

A Phyllis Sandler phoned. At your earliest convenience, she'd like to see

you at her apartment.

Well, I suppose it's too much to hope that the lady left an address.

Oh.

Thanks. Thanks?

Well, that didn't hurt, did it?

Come on, it's late. I'll walk you to your car.

Thanks. Well, that didn't hurt, did it?

Inspector?

Mrs. Sandler?

Mrs.

Sandler?

Mrs.

Sandler?

Thank you.

It's the window. Come on, hurry up.

She couldn't have been dead more than five minutes when I got here.

Her body was still warm.

Five minutes too late.

Because of a fender bender on 49th Street. Any indication of ligature?

Look, have forensic go through the whole apartment for fingerprints.

What for? I mean, we already know from Angelina the perk were gloves. No, no,

no. This is not our boy.

It's not his style.

The victim was bludgeoned to death.

She probably was killed with one blow. The killer, he gives her a dozen more.

Now, this kind of violence needs a raging fever in the blood, a blind

anger, a frustration.

Besides all that, there's no sign of any forced entry in the apartment.

Three locks and a last chain on the door.

There's no way she'd let a total stranger in here.

She knew him, whoever it was, and she trusted him.

Okay.

When forensic is finished, you compile a complete list of the victim's personal

effects. Well, what are we supposed to be looking for? You'll know when you

find it. Just keep looking around.

You know, the lady was a collector.

I mean...

There's no space anywhere. Even the walls are loaded.

Pictures all neatly arranged.

Except for that one spot over there.

You know, that would have driven her crazy. There's no way she could have

lived with that.

Anyway, I don't know why she was killed.

But I do know that the killer didn't leave here empty-handed.

Inspector.

They got him.

Father? Deborah.

Please, you've hardly touched your plate. Try and force yourself to eat

something.

Excuse me, ma'am. Inspector Kojak's on the line. He asked to speak with you.

I'm sure it's nothing, darling, or he would have come in person.

Excuse me, ma'am.

An inspector calls.

Seems to me there was a...

Play by that title It's an English play Inspector visits the country home of

a wealthy family to determine who's responsible for a young girl's death

It seems the police have apprehended that man, Weiss's killer.

What is it, Michelle?

Go on.

Phyllis... Sadler... has been murdered.

His name's Wolfgang Rieger. He lives where else?

Brownsville.

If he has a rap sheet, it's news to our computer.

Well, he's got one now. How's his leg?

It's not serious, even though it's swollen up pretty bad.

He seems to be in a great deal of pain. Seems to be? Didn't you bother to find

out? Come on, let's go minister the creep.

The least you could do is get me a chair.

My leg is killing me. What can I tell you?

I mean, that's bureaucracy.

We order the chair, they send up one, coffee and sandwiches.

Look, I know my constitutional rights.

I want to see my lawyer. And this lousy patch job ain't good enough. I demand to

go to a hospital. You want, you demand, you only think about yourself.

You got no consideration?

Come on, will you?

It's after 10 o'clock.

It's close to freezing out there. I wouldn't send a lawyer out on a night

like this.

Besides... We read you, Miranda.

Your rights haven't been violated.

Come on. You don't want to talk? What can I tell you? Don't talk.

Talk about what?

The guy who hired you. The person who put you in this position.

Nobody hired me.

Oh, so you just went to Coney Island on an off chance that the amusement park

would be open and you could ride the merry-go-round.

This guy will gang Tony Clamps.

He tried to sell me a car.

That's a criminal offense?

The way he does it, it is.

So what's that supposed to be, consorting? Look, I got no convictions.

You try to put me away with that, they'll laugh you out of court. Who

needs consorting? We got a kill gun with your prints on it. We got an eyewitness

that saw you blow away the CPA.

We got two cops willing to testify to attempted murder. Not to mention the

matching slugs the inmate dug out of Jackson Smith last July.

Now look, if the man says Salducci was not involved, hey.

Let it go.

How many of you wants to take the fall all alone?

That's it. Let's not dissuade him.

Besides, if we run, we can catch the last quarter of the next game. Come on.

I suppose you're right.

Good Lord knows it's easier this way.

Easier? What's easier? Look, we gotta face reality, all right?

How many times have we tried to wriggle Salducci in and he gets right off the

hook, huh?

Leaving some poor, dumb, underpaid field hand to do the time for.

That's how it is with guys like Tony. They got these heavyweight lawyers. They

got political Jews.

They got a rabbi in every precinct and in the end... Can't touch it.

Oh, yeah?

Huh?

Ah.

All the comforts of home.

Care for anything, Inspector?

A little coffee or something?

What's that, your niece?

Oh, French toast. That's my favorite.

Oh, the best.

Oh, and juice, fresh squeezed.

Yeah, absolutely.

Anything in it?

No, too early in the morning. Oh, too bad.

Because that's the best meal you're going to have in 150 years.

How's that supposed to mean?

Oh, the Dutchman.

He talked. I mean, he talked so much we had to go and get fresh tapes.

You must have sold him a lemon because he don't like you very much.

Blake, read the cockroaches Miranda.

This is a big day for all of us.

Must be a load off your shoulders knowing that it's all finally wrapped

up. Yeah.

Who says it's wrapped up?

Oh, I'm afraid you're a trifle early, Inspector. It's Saturday.

You see, every Saturday morning, Mrs. Hogarth accompanies the Master to Mount

Sinai for his chemotherapy.

If you could call back in an hour, perhaps?

Oh, that's all right, Mercer. I'm here to see Deborah.

That's out of the question.

My sister has taken Phyllis Sandler's death extremely hard.

She's in bed under a physician's care. So, you'll understand, I can't allow you

to see her.

I'll get a court order.

That won't be necessary.

You saw the body, Inspector?

Well, for me, it's compulsory. For you, it's an available option.

Fourteen times, the paper said.

That many?

Well, who's counting?

Anyway, after the first couple of blows... It's not Phyllis Sandler he's

striking. I mean, he's killing by proxy.

Someone who's not even in the room.

It's no use, Miss Hogarth.

I mean, you can't hide from it.

Now, among the victim's personal effects, we found a receipt from a

Madison Avenue store.

The purchase of a man's silk dressing gown.

It was left there to be monogrammed.

I talked to the sales girl.

Yeah, she remembers Phyllis Sandler.

She also remembers a young lady who was with her the day they made the purchase.

Ph.

Paul Hogarth.

And you know all the time, didn't you?

Not everything?

Well, whatever you didn't know, you would have guessed.

Now, you were Phyllis' closest friend.

You were the go-between to keep the affair from being public.

After all, how could Phyllis spy on wicked stepmother Michelle if Michelle

thought that Phyllis was swapping pillow talk with Brother Paul?

No, no.

They conspired to frame her. So what'd they do? They set up a frame, tipped the

feds, and you didn't say a word.

Why should I?

What's Michelle to me?

Well, that's the wrong question, sweetheart.

What you should have asked is, what's Michelle to your father?

If you loved your father the way a daughter should, you'd know that the

loss of Michelle would have killed him.

But I do love him.

I do.

How dare you hold me hostage in my own home?

I'm wanted at the office, and this, uh, this Tony of yours says he's under

orders to detain me.

By what right, may I ask, and under what statute?

You should have left the photograph.

If you had, I wouldn't have given it a second thought.

But the fact that it was missing led me to believe that the killer was somebody

she knew.

And cared for.

But she was a lady with a conscience, right?

So she called me.

And that's why you had to silence her.

You've lost me, Inspector.

I'm afraid I don't have the vaguest notion what you're talking about.

Oh, don't you?

It's over, pal.

I mean, the balloon is up.

Your fingerprints are all over that apartment.

And now that we know what we're looking for, we also know that you two conspired

to destroy Michelle, your stepmother.

just so you can take over the family business.

Am I to understand that you're charging me?

You got it.

I demand to call a lawyer.

Yeah, in due course.

You'll never make it stick, you know.

You keep forgetting who I am. You'll never even go to trial. Well, I'll give

it a shot.

Uh, Blake, don't forget to read him his rights.

That was Paul.

One of those people was Paul.

How's he handling it?

Better than I expected, which isn't saying much.

He'll see you now.

Several days ago, I asked you who ordered the Goodrich audit.

You said you didn't know, but you'd make it a point to find out.

Later, your husband told me you discovered it was somebody from the

accounting department, identity unknown.

That wasn't exactly true, was it?

No, it was Paul.

It was Paul.

Knowing that, You must have also known that he was behind your scourge for the

Justice Department.

How could I tell Gideon that his only son had betrayed him?

I couldn't do that to him.

Yet if you had, chances are that Phyllis Sandow would still be alive.

Oh, God.

Yes.

I'm gonna have to find a way to live with that, aren't I?

You're unsparing, Kojak.

I admire that.

He's exhausted.

Oh, Inspector.

Could I tempt you?

No, it's a little too early for me.

All right.

You're still on duty.

Yes, sir.

I've been thinking.

In my case, that's a serious mistake.

It's my only son.

Why didn't I know?

Why didn't I see what he was doing?

That poor, dead girl.

Is... Did he get this way from watching me?

Is this the legacy I left him?

I wouldn't work too hard on that one if I were you.

Look.

I've been around long enough to know that there are more questions in this

world than there are answers.

At any rate, you're well rid of us.

The job's done. You move on to the next case.

Not quite.

No?

But you caught Weiss's killer.

He and this Selducci, they're behind bars.

There are a few loose ends.

Such as?

You know, one thing kept nagging at me, because it wouldn't fit.

What tips out, Gucci?

Why was Weiss killed?

Not Paul.

Not Phyllis Sandler. They wanted that report to come out.

Michelle?

She had a motive.

Provided she was guilty.

But she was innocent.

So that leaves you.

Despite your protestations to the contrary?

You weren't sure of her, were you?

See, Weiss called me. He told me what he'd found.

This obvious shakedown.

So you caused hell, don't you?

It wasn't the money. I could afford that.

But when I'm gone, who would protect Michelle from that Weiss's mouth?

So I said, don't kill him. Just put the fear of God into him.

What's necessary?

Nothing they could do to me would be harsher than the judgment I impose upon

myself.

You're right.

I was afraid of the truth.

They kept saying, she doesn't love you, she doesn't marry you for your money.

After a while, even though I knew they were wrong, I... I was afraid to put her

to the test.

You weren't, were you?

Unlike you, my heart wasn't involved.

May I have a moment alone with my wife?

Of course.

Have no hurry.

Thank you.

What will they do to him, Inspector?

To him?

No, don't worry about him, Mercer.

It's, uh, it's what he'll do to them.

Are you kidding? He'll hire himself a ton of lawyers and he'll hit that

prosecution with enough stipulations and exceptions and delays of motion to put

off that trial until Arafat wears a yarmulke.

No, no, don't worry about that, old man.

You worry about your premature ballers. It's a little late for that, sir. Oh,

look who's talking.

Deborah.

You're going to have to be strong.

Very strong.

It's your stepmother that needs you now.

Inspector.