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What you think? You know what?

If you handle her career like your own, I'll kill you.

I'm a much better manager than I was a piano player, trust me.

Do you see anyone suspicious?

If I had a client who looked and sang like that, the whole would be suspicious to me.

Come back to the dressing room anyway, I need a little encouragement.

They loved her! She tears the roof off, but she wouldn't believe it.

Unless her father tells her. but he's in jail.

In jail?

K.C. Milano. Have you heard of him?

A jazz musician from the 1950s. They sent him up for killing a pusher.

Ten years ago? Before 13-14.

Juan! Take the flowers I brought to the dressing room.

And give this back. Come on!

That's not it! The Times is coming next week, I want everything to be perfect.

It was perfect. Next weekend will be sublime.

Here you are! Call me and we'll practice. I probably will.

Did you record for my father? Eight songs. I'll send them to him in the morning.

No, I will. That's how I'll know they've been sent. Sorry.

Evening! I think you are wonderful. Thank you.

This is a friend of mine, he used to come to the club where I played.

Lieutenant Kojak. Francesca Milano. He's the best detective in Manhattan.

He's not as flat as an iron blowing a little steam.

Detective? I don't know many detectives.

I told Theo that someone's been following you home every week.

And what will you do Lieutenant? Stand guard my house?

Grab the first person who talks to me on the street?

You'll probably arrest the wrong one. Forget it!

I only mentioned it by the way, I didn't want to make a big production out of it.

Miss Milano.

Give it to me. You were very nice tonight, Miss Francesca.

Thanks, Juan.

Francesca, you're the greatest. Do you know these people? No.

But they're my favourite flowers. Strangers send me flowers,

They wait by the back door, sometimes they even follow me home.

It's part of the business. It doesn't bother me.

I'm glad you liked the performance. Thank you.

Thank you.

If you want to talk some more, I'll be at home working on a new tune.

Thanks for caring. Good night. 'Night!

What a cold welcome! What is it the police did, crucified her father?

At the age of ten, she saw how they almost killed

him when they broke into our apartment to arrest him.

He killed a drug addict and ran away,

the police were in hot pursuit. Well not exactly.

K.C. claims that someone knocked him unconscious in a hotel room.

When he came too, the dealer

was dead, and the hotel detective put cuffs on him and called the police.

He panicked and took off. They framed him.

That was a long time ago, but I can have someone follow her.

If she finds out I was doing it behind her back, she'll kill me.

Maybe I'm being overprotective. I could follow her home myself.

If you need help, don't hesitate to ask.

And as for my singing, don't spy on me in the bathroom!

Jazz player K. C. Milano convicted of murdering a pusher

Who's that?

Yes, Mr. Grant. I've got your phone number, I'll give it to him as soon as...

Hold on! In case you think you didn't need a haircut, you look more and more like that fat guy on TV.

The barber won't take me anymore. Then go to the hairdresser for poodles.

Where's the salt and pepper? You can't eat that.

Hold on a second! You tell him.

You've got a Mr. Grant on line 3. Do you want to bring me coffee, Stavros?

No.

But I will anyway.

What did I do, forgot to pay my tab?

I'm calling from Francesca's apartment.

When she came home last night, someone was rummaging through her apartment.

Is she ready to cooperate? It doesn't matter, she's in danger.

I'll hire a private detective if I have to.

Calm down!

I'll send someone. Can you come too please?

For you, anything.

Waverly Place. 252.

Crocker!

Are you free?

I'm not. Tracy and Rizzo, I'm preparing for court on Thursday.

Volunteer, I need you.

Did you pick it up off the floor? Yes.

Did you blow away the dust? Of course!

Then I'll eat it.

Do you remember the musician K. C. Milan from the early 1960s?

Clarinetist. Yes, he went up for murder.

I'm interested in him, you look the record and let me know.

Crocker! Why me? I'm so far behind.

I need someone with charm offensive.

And don't complain until you see the victim. Come my son.

I need a gun and some shells.

Anyway.

Two hundred bucks?

I thought I would get it yesterday. I'll try again today.

Could I speak to Deputy Warden Colder, please.

I'm going to call the security company and have them change the locks.

The most important thing is to protect yourself.

Bars wouldn't be a bad idea.

In 6 months my father gets out of prison after 14 years. Bars would be a very bad idea.

Is there anything else missing? Maybe an album with newspaper clippings.

But mostly he just dug into things.

When he pushed you away, did he hit you with this picture?

No.

The burglar is neat.

The picture fell to the floor, and he picked it up. Crocker, see the print?

Take the picture and get it dusted.

Mr. Colder? Francesca Milano.

Someone broke into my apartment last night. I would really like to talk to my father.

Can you get him to the phone? If I'm not mistaken, he... hold on a second.

Yes. I thought he'd be with you by now. What?

He was released two days ago due to heart problems.

He's not here. He's on the outside.

Thank you.

Did you reach your father OK? Yes, they'll call me back.

We'll send forensics to look for prints.

And what were the stolen clippings about?

Personal things, my reviews and thing like that.

I don't want the police dusting for fingerprints and whatnot.

If you don't mind...

Someone followed you home and broke into your apartment. We have to do something!

No!

I'm sorry, Al. No. I don't want the police in my life. Really!

Miss Milano.

The young woman doesn't trust the police.

She's been living alone for so long she doesn't want to accept help from anyone else.

She won't even let me mail a letter for her.

Her apartment was broken into and property was stolen.

What exactly?

Album with clippings about her career. No, the clippings were about her father's murder trial.

We discussed that before calling you.

No. She said they were about herself.

Why lie about that? Here is the picture I took.

Thank you. Francesca was afraid that it would get lostyr.

Big juicy thumb print.

Crime or not, I'm very curious. Give me some dusting tape and some powder.

The burglar was interested in her father, not in her.

Maybe he took something else she's not telling us about.

Like what? Letters...

Who knows! Milano will be getting out of jail in six months.

There's two people who better have that on their mind.

Whoever really killed that pusher and the

house detective who supposedly framed Milano for it.

Try comparing that print with anyone who was heavily involved with the case.

Did the defence name any other suspects? Joe Addison.

A wholesaler who supplied the pusher. He had some sort of run-in with him.

Addison's friends swore he was playing in the pool hall at the time of the murder.

Do you know this Addison? We know him.

Pimping and dope. It's a local operation out of town. Is he a murderer?

No. Animals don't murder. They just kill.

Dear Marion. My lawyers think the real killer is someone named Addison.

Unfortunately, he has flunkeys that will swear

he was playing pool with them all night around 125th Street.

If we can't break that alibi, the detective's

testimony will send me to jail for 20 years.

I think I'll die without you. And being without Francesca...

Is something I don't even want to imagine.

Lieutenant, you are a genius!

A print from Francesca's apartment matches someone from the Milan case.

Who? K.C. Milano. Impossible! He is in jail.

I've got the prison on the phone right now, he was released two days ago because of a bad heart.

Francesca said he was there. She lied again.

Who are you talking to? The deputy warden is questioning Milano's cellmate.

Crocker? Tebbets gave him a name. Mark Fish.

He wanted to know where he could buy a gun when he got out.

Mark Fish! Do you know what Milano has planned? Yes.

He wanted to clear his name for his daughter's sake.

OK thank you.

Mark Fish hangs out on 8th and 46th.

Mark by any other name would sound fishy.

Mark Fish.

Take Stavros, pick him up and see if he got to Milano yet.

I don't know if I called the right place, I'm trying to locate Joe Addison.

No, I got the name a couple of years ago from a guy downtown.

Was she a hooker?

Of course, honey! Why do you think I'm calling?

Seventh hole? What time do you think? when could you be there?

Around nine. Thanks.

When will I see the gun? Take it easy!

Here! It's already loaded. Hey!

How will I know it works?

You've got a lifetime warranty.

Hey Fish!

There's Milano! Grab him! Police! Stop!

Bobby!

Bobby! Are you OK? Call 911!

Bobby! Are you OK? Hurry up!

It's OK.

Good, Stavros. Stay in the hospital until they send him home.

He did OK. He hurt his elbow a little. It's alright.

Milano's got a gun and he's looking for Addison, or House Detective Smith...

Or both. Saperstein will tell you about it first thing tomorrow. Where is Francesca?

She called my office around two. She asked for an advance of $1,000 on her contract.

My secretary took it over to her place.

Her phone's been off the hook for over an hour now. She hides the key in the hallway.

Let's go!

I'm looking for Mr. Addison.

When a woman like you is asking for me, she needs a fix or she's just plain crazy.

Or looking to hustle. Shall I take her?

You left out one thing, Mr. Addison. I could be a friend.

Then sit down, friend.

Keep playing.

How close a friend do you want to be? Close enough to save your life.

If you can help me save someone else's.

My father just got out of jail for a murder he thinks you did 14yrs ago.

Milano?

He came to my place when I wasn't there and stole a scrap book.

There was a photo of you. Maybe some others.

I'm willing to pay you to help protect both of you.

A thousand dollars. You have enough people. to stop it without hurting him.

I know I can talk him out of it if I had the chance.

If a man comes to cause trouble, good citizens must stop him.

No, I'm not that...

I came here in good faith. I could have gone to the police.

You're a damn fool not to leave.

Francesca!

What's all this? She kept all his letters for 14yrs.

My lawyers think the real killer is a dealer named Joe Addison.

Of all the letters here, she singled out the one that mentions Addison.

Seventh pocket, Western 134th Street. What's wrong?

If she went to see Addison before her father, she's got more guts than brains.

She's scared Theo.

Seventh pocket, Western 134th street. Are you going alone?

If I bring the cops, I could start a war. For God's sake!

I love my client 100%, not ten. Take me!

This is my job.

When he's here, wave him over. And then turn away.

If he sees nothing, maybe you get to leave in the morning.

Does anyone really want to hurt a police Lieutenant?

Come here, Francesca.

What this lady does in my pool room is up to me.

You were gonna leave lady! Not now.

Stay right there!

Addison, you don't want me to put a hole in the pocket of my

favourite suit because, I'm going to be mad.

Tell them to move. I didn't get where I am backing down from some honky cop.

You have everything in the world. Sweet wheels out on the street.

All the pushers and runners and all the prostitutes money can buy.

You are the king of the block.

Tell Mr Blake to move or they'll bleed.

King of this room is all I need to be.

Don't back down for me. One hole won't kill me.

You think I'm gonna be a bigger fool than you?

Let him go, dude! We'll sort a deal with them out later.

Like those Cubans?

I said let them go!

Take a purse and a scarf.

Go!

Just try me sometime!

Bye-bye, baby!

You gotta be like a fox, brothers! Time and place.

This was the time and the place.

Cos you're gonna be king of nothing!

You're not that Robert Smith.

Crocker, Manhattan South Detectives.

What are you doing there Crocker?

I couldn't sleep so I figured I'd try track down Smith before Francesca's father does.

Get someone else out of bed. Let them stake out the 7th apartment on 134th street.

And be careful, Milano could be looking for Addison.

Have someone call me if anything breaks.

Crocker is looking for Robert Smith.

How's his hand?

He won't be pitching for the Yankees, but it wasn't before either.

Do me a favour. Call me Theo. Now that we are old buddies.

I learned a lesson tonight... Theo.

You actually risk your lives. That's no small thing to do for a stranger.

Well, we're all strangers unless we choose otherwise.

Look, your father, where'd he get the money to buy that gun?

He may have thought he'd find it in my apartment.

How about the rest of the quartet?

I think he heard from Joe Penney now and then.

But I don't know about the others. Joe Penney...

Joe Penney.

Ah, from the Birdland to the pits.

The Bowery Follies. Can you believe that?

OK.

Can I ask why you're looking for this individual?

We want to make sure no-one gets hurt.

'Were you involved in a murder trial back in 19637

Sorry, you got the wrong...party.

I've been waiting for Milano to get out for years.

It's gotta be about him.

Bobby, maybe we ought to go to the police.

Who's that gonna help now?

Paul is safe but Addison could still come after you.

Keep the doors locked, don't go out for anything.

Where are you going? Where I always go, to work.

If Milano makes a wrong move on me,

I'll defend myself.

why don't you ask the waitress, see what he's drinking?

Hey, Joe, Look, I'm sorry to butt in.

I'm Lieutenant Kojak, Manhattan South, I got a couple of questions.

what'd I do now? It's about KC Milano.

KC's been pulling hard time for 14 years.

I know, but he got out a couple of days ago and got a gun.

We think he's Looking to put the record straight.

It wasn't right what they did to KC.

No way would he just jump up and knock off some pusher.

The man wasn't even a junkie.

Truth of the matter is

Marion, his wife, that was her problem, not his.

I'm a coffee freak. Thanks.

What did you put in there, anise?

I used to do it that way all the time.

I remember.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh.

Oh.

Francesca.

Last time I saw you, you could stand under a grand piano.

Remember, in Birdland?

On the stage? Yeah, we'd be rehearsing, you'd run coffee for us.

Oh. I must say you do look the best part of your mom, you know?

And I am sorry about her passing away.

That was five years ago, Joe.

She was feeling really good by then.

How's my father, Joe?

Your father? How would I know, baby?

Joe, he's out.

He doesn't want to see me, talk to me.

Well, that's not so...

Joe...

...if there's anything you can tell us,

anything to help...

Please.

OK, all right, he was here.

He borrowed 200 bucks.

We talked about the good old days and other stuff,

What other stuff?

Well, whenever he read about you they only mentioned two things.

that KC Milano was your father

and your father was a murderer.

Oh, no, no.

That never hurt me.

I know, but it hurts him.

That's why he went to find that detective who said

he saw him shoot that pusher. He wanted him to tell the truth.

So it's Smith, not Addison he's after?

Joe, that helps.

How was he? How was he?

Oh, scared. But does he ever love and respect you!

Told me you've got a voice that speaks from your heart.

All he wishes is you had others to be close to, like...

like we all had each other in the good days.

I wish that too.

Well, maybe you got 'em, you just don't know it.

13 dollars.

I got a 13, got a 13, got a 13. 13 dollars.

Got a 14, got a 14, got a 14. Got a 15, got a 15.

Thank you. Got a 16?

16? 16?

16! Thank you very much, sir.

KC...

I got 16 over there. Do I have 17?

17 right over there. 17 once, 17 twice,

sold to that gentleman over there, wrap it up. $17. What a bargain.

Wow! Oh-ho! Wow!

Woo! What you doing here?

Smith is an ex-detective. Got his address from the bartenders' union.

'Got a pencil? It's not too far from here.'

I don't need a pencil. '66 East 4th Street. Now a biggie.'

Addison's dead,

stabbed. They found him in his car on 125th Street a half hour ago.

Addison? Forsooth! Stabbed?

The king of the block is dead, Long Live the King!

Come on, I'll tell you more in the car.

You want $500 for a private eye?

You got it, KC. You don't need him. I know where this man is.

Smith? You know?

I remembered him from the trial.

I saw him about six months ago.

I was in a night game at Yankee Stadium.

He's a bartender, practically across the street,

a big Irish bar.

Meagan's. Meagan's!

If I'd been younger I'd have beat his head in for what he did.

Well, I've got my own plans for him.

KC. Hm? Gonna start playing again?

No, Bob, I'm dying. I've had three attacks in six months.

That's why they let me out early.

I'm gonna get this detective to write down the truth.

Hm? Now, if he won't sign the statement, I'm gonna kill him.

What have I got to lose? I'm going anyway.

KC, I doubt you're gonna kill him. Well, don't be too sure of that.

Just keep an eye on Francesca, please.

ALL right. Just get down there and talk to her.

why not? Why not? And Bob, er,

well, if you hear anything bad happening to me... Hey, hey, hey!

No, just listen. Just tell her that no father...

no father every loved his daughter more.

I don't understand. what do you want?

Your husband, Mrs Smith. I don't know where he is.

Please, Mrs Smith, help us before somebody else gets hurt.

who are you?

I'm KC Milano's daughter.

I've always felt so sorry for you.

Your father...

...didn't kill anybody.

You should know that.

I always have.

who did, Mrs Smith?

His name is Addison.

He's a cruel man.

He told my husband to cover for him or else.

Or else what?

Our son was four at the time.

Addison had seen him at the hotel with his father.

He said he would kill him if Bobby didn't frame your father.

He'd kill him,

With anybody else, that would've been a bluff, but...

not with Addison.

So...

we...

we made a decision.

your father in jail.

For our son alive.

Well, what would you have done?

Mrs Smith, Addison is dead.

If your husband and my father hurt each other now it'd be terrible.

Would you please tell us where he is? Yes, yes.

Thought I'd recognise you. Mm hm.

I got old fast.

You got a back room where we can do some talking?

Yeah.

Be back in a minute, Jim.

Now you write down the truth,

everything that really happened,

about me, about yourself,

why you put me in jail.

You owe it to me, and you owe it to my daughter too.

Got a bartender named Smith? He went in the back office.

Alone? No, with another guy.

Go call a patrol.

Think what you did to us.

Let me tell it to you first.

It begins with a man named Addison

and a boy of mine named Paul.

Pa. Yes.

Police.

Relax, Addison's dead.

Call your wife.

I didn't mean for you to know I was out, for you to worry.

You all right?

I am now.

They gave me six months.

There's no way I'm gonna go before that.

Ladies and gentlemen - Ms Francesca Milano.

I would like to introduce to you my father, KC Milano.

Standing here together is a dream I never thought could happen.

I will spend the rest of my life thanking those people

who helped make this dream come true.

Because of their courage and love

my world is a much bigger place.

In the audience tonight

we also have two other members of the KC Milano Quartet,

Joe Penney, one of the world's greatest jazz pianists

and Mr Bob Harris, my father's co writer and lead guitarist.

Don't sit down, up here.

What's going on?

Oh, no, no, no. I haven't played in years. It's about time.

Yeah. Ladies and gentlemen, the quartet's theme song,

For All We Know.