All language subtitles for Kojak S03e23 Both Sides Of The Law

I thought I'd get it for you.

Come in and see my etchings.

Can I trust you?

It's really super of you to drop by, Theo.

I'm absolutely paranoid about security.

Yeah, well I wouldn't worry
about the men at the front door.

Good men.
Kelly McCall, this is Detective Crocker.

Hi, good luck on the show.

Yeah, look at that. It's kind of fun.

Oh, thanks.

Yeah, Alex Ross lent us this, too.

You know his
collections? Oh, I know.

He collects big
international business deals.

Is he a patron of the arts, too?

He is the patron of this gallery.

My grand opening is going
to have not one, not two,

but five Rembrandts that he's lent us.

It's really such a coup for me.

Hey, this whole place is a coup for you.

Five years ago this building was what?

A bankrupt secretarial
school?

Right.

I thought you had a vision.
Hey, you did good, Kelly.

So where's this million-dollar collection?

Come on, I'll show you.

It's lovely. I wish you well.

Thank you very much.

Oh, wait until you see
what we have in the back.

The pièce de résistance.

Oh, everything's adjusted correctly.

Fine, ma'am.

Thank you.

Oh, great. Now, where's Lewis?

Lewis? Who's Lewis?

Lewis is the guard.

I'm supposed to have a
guard on duty 24 hours a day.

Well, if I haven't made that clear, I
don't know what I'm supposed to do.

Oh, my God.

They're heading into a dead-end, Crockett.

Come on out, boys.

Come on.

Come, come, come, come, come.

Assume the position.

Well, no drawings on this one.

All right, take them out.

Thank you.

What happened?

Those guys hijacked my
truck on the way to work.

You seen him toss anything back
here when he came out of the gallery?

That's the toolbox. That's all.

Look, I'm Travizius. It's my company.

Travizius? You're kidding.

Like Vincent van Gogh before the operation.

Relax. You're in good hands.

Well, I'm telling you, Frank,

Kelly and I personally searched this entire
area before we let anybody back inside.

And nobody's been allowed
inside except our own men.

Well, I'm having the truck sent down to
the garage taken apart piece by piece.

Those clowns admit to anything?

I mean, why should they?

And without the drawings,
we can't prove a thing.

Except the truck.

There is a weak federal
case for kidnapping.

So what do they look like? Three years?

Frank, these are Rembrandts.
We've got to find them, right?

Look, you think maybe they might have
handed them to somebody as they left?

No. The guy says he watched them go
straight to the truck and get in.

Oh, Mr.Ross, I'm so sorry.

I...I don't even know
what to say to you.

Just tell me my Rembrandts
are safe and sound.

Well,

those are the thieves,
aren't they?

Somehow, Mr.Ross, they managed to get
rid of or conceal the drawings

between leaving the inside room
and the time they were grabbed.

But we've searched
everybody, including the guards.

You don't have my Rembrandts.

No, sir.

Mr. Ross, I'm Lieutenant
Kojak, Manhattan South.

I was actually here in the
building when this happened.

I assure you, we've
taken every necessary step

to make sure nothing's
been removed since the theft.

It could be in one of the
inside rooms hidden someplace.

Well, maybe so that they'd
come back and pick them up later.

That's happened before,
right, McKee?

That's right.

Sometimes objects are stolen,

concealed near the site
of the theft, then recovered

weeks, even months later
when the heat is died down.

Who are you?

I'm Chief Investigator
for Landmark Insurance.

We carry your policy on these works.

1.2 million.

Don't talk about money.

Talk about genius.

Talk about the history of art.

The irreplaceability of those drawings.

Now, let me understand.

You do have the culprits.

And you actually were here
when the crime was committed

and you still can't find those drawings?

Well, I feel sure we're
gonna find them, Mr. Ross.

I wonder, detective.

I want you both to know I think what
you've done is detestable and unforgivable.

However,

I am a man of
considerable power and influence.

I'll supply you with a fine lawyer

and to cede on your
behalf with the authorities.

If what, Governor?

Stop beating around the bush. Get to it.

But if you will tell me personally
where those drawings are,

I promise you you will have a
minimum amount of difficulty.

Sorry, love.

We don't want to
serve no time, no way.

We

don't believe the police can find
them drawings without our help.

Do you hear that? You want them, Rembrandt?

Drop the charges.

Forget it.

He's bluffing. A couple of weeks
publicity, he'll drop down and

we'll make that deal.

Of course, gentlemen,

if you'll get us out of here faster,

we'll cooperate with you.

Have a word.

Let them tell me where the drawings are.

I mean, they could be
rotting in some sewer or something.

You know what's at stake here?

Yep. Blackmail.

There's no way the DA's
going to go along with it.

Frankly, Mr. Ross, I expect to find those
drawings in this building before very long.

I'd like to bring in somebody to help.

I'll pay for them myself.

You mean a private detective?

No, not some private detective,

but the cleverest
investigator in all Europe.

Valentine.

Exactly right.

If I can get him.

Well,

if he wants to assign a
special investigator to this case,

I suppose there's any
way we can prevent it.

Frank, I'm delighted.

You don't remember Dr. Valentine,
Dr. Anton Valentine? He's a legend.

Probably the leading
criminologist in the world.

Well, he was until he left his
police force a few years back.

That was in Milan, I think.

Yeah, years ago when I was taking courses

at John Jay for my exams,
he was a guest lecturer.

A genius. Loved him.

Well, I hear he's changed.

How's that?

50,000 a job, flat minimum,
and he works for anybody.

And I mean anybody.

When I knew the man,

the one thing he cared about more
than a brilliant investigation was justice.

Well, I hear he plays both
sides of the law these days.

Really?

I think somebody just pulled your pedestal.

Well,

a man doesn't change
that much that fast, Frank.

I can't believe it.

Lieutenant Kojak.

Dale.

Doctor.

How good to see you.

Doctor, this is Captain McNeal.

And say hello to Detective Crocker.

Hi, Doctor. This is Dr. Anton Valentine.

My pleasure, Judge.

I imagine you have a bit of a jet lag.

Not at all. Mr. Ross reached me in the
Caribbean where I was completing a case.

What was happening in the Caribbean?

A small cache of narcotics
the police could not locate.

Which I'm sure in some ingenious way.

You've gotten back for the authorities.

Something like that.
I stopped off at the gallery.

Found nothing you overlooked.

This is the truck.

Five Rembrandt drawings

out of the cranes.

About this size.

Yes, I suppose they
could have gotten past the

guards, rolled up their
sleeves or something, but then

they'd have to be in the truck.

Would you give me a minute
just to have a little fun? -Of course.

Well, can I tell you, Frank, the
man gives great demonstrations.

Ready, gentlemen.

All right. Go ahead, Crocker.

I thought you would have
tried, but I could not resist.

Impasse, eh?

Allowed me.

For the moment.

Well, in that case, we move to Plan B.

Which is?

We?

As I understand it, Doctor,

you're saying this German had stolen
some paintings from his own collection?

Yes, I was convinced of it and the
insurance company hired me to prove it.

And you got them back in a week.

How?

Well, I stole two other paintings

from him of greater value and ransomed
them back to him for the missing ones.

You stole two paintings?

Are you shocked, Theo?

Well, for a man, what, 30 years
as a policeman, a criminologist?

That is a switch, isn't it?

I do not have to play by
those old rules, you see.

I have access to a new

pipeline of information.

For example, that Australian

with the French name Pourette.

There's a certain gang

in Paris that would love to

slit his throat if they
knew where he was.

Now, perhaps if I promise him not to tip

them off, he will come
clean about the drawings.

Perhaps you can arrange a meeting
for me with him at the prison tomorrow.

Then we will move
on to a Rothschild 59.

Is that the one on the menu
for 150 bucks? -Captain,

you are my guest.

I told you, Valentine, I
made my peace with that

French mob. You've got
nothing to offer me there.

Just get us out of here.

Perhaps in another country with

the proper bribes,

but not here.

Do what you did in Africa, mate.

Just do that what you
did in Africa, that's all.

I do not understand
what you mean.

You sprung them
hostages from jail for 50

thousand pounds, right?

What is your point?

Make two hundred thousand
dollars here, you know.

Get us out of jail,

and we'll show you where them drawings are,

All right, I know.

You feel that the price
may be too stiff for Ross.

You're wrong.

Just show us how to
get out of jail, Valentine.

I promise you,

you'll be rich.

You will.

We will see.

We will.

We'll put your truck back in
good condition, Mr. Travizius.

You tell me you'll put
it back like new. How

about the scratch here?
It looks like a wound.

I don't want to talk about
the truck anymore, okay?

I want to talk about this toolbox.

It's just possible, wherever
these drawings were hidden.

There might have been
some sort of special tool

required, you know what I mean? A
special tool for disappearing drawings.

So look for a wand.

A wand, like a magician.

Like that.

Very funny. Now, is there any tool in
here that does not belong to your workmen?

Wrench? Wire cutters?

Screwdrivers? Let's see. Three regular.

Three Phillips. Two pounds
of lubricating oil. One empty.

Small hammer. Here.

Look it over.

Everything here
is perfectly normal.

What did my partner
tell you? Same thing, Mr.

Travizius.

Anyway, thank you. Now we'll get
this back to you later. Perfect shape.

When? When?

When we find the drawings. And if
you don't find them, people need tools.

They don't need drawings.

Foursuit, you say.

Beauty and imagination.

Rembrandt.

People do need that.

What's wrong, Mr.

Travizius? All wrong.

Kojak is a brilliant
policeman, Mr. Ross.

And if those drawings vanished from

underneath his nose, then we
have a real mystery on our hands.

Did Fauré tell you anything?

Well, he convinced me that he would
say nothing about the Rembrandts

until he is positive that he will get
out of the jail.

And get him out of jail.
If anybody can, you can.

Well, if I go through with
this plan and I am caught, then

I will go to jail.

You're getting fifty
thousand dollars, Valentine?

I want two hundred thousand.
-Impossible.

Au revoir.

Valentine, just a minute.

I want you to know I'm in the
most serious of financial difficulties.

When I recover those works, I'll
probably have to sell them straight off.

I need the cash.

Well, why don't you collect the
insurance? A million, too, eh?

I won't pay.
Not until this puzzle is solved.

No.

I think we ought to do
what those thieves want.

Get them out of that jail.

I'll pay seventy-five
thousand dollars.

Au revoir.

My favorite. How
much is that worth, Mr.Ross?

Hundred and fifty thousand
minimum. Why?

I will tell you what I will do.

You give me this and I
will spring them from the jail.

Yes or no?

Yes.

Now, this is the worst thing that could happen

to you, right? I mean,
your opening gets postponed.

Collectors think twice about
lending you things, right?

No. The worst thing that can happen
is that they don't find the drawings.

Why?

Kelly, the chief of detectives.

He wants to know how come
you're not a big fan suspect.

What?

Look, you know, I told

them, you know, we're
old friends. What, ten years now?

An occasional drink
every now and then, whatever.

But I really don't know you
that well, do I?

Oh, come on.

Look, I am twenty-nine years old.

And because
of this obsession that I have with art,

I am singularly unmarried.

I am constantly
scrapped for cash.

I am grossly overworked.

And I love it, right?

That makes sense,
huh? Oh, you're right.

Yeah, I stole them.

I smuggled them out in
my umbrella handle and

I'm using the misplacements
in my breakfast nook.

Boy, you can be dumb.

Hey, Kelly,

I'm a cop.

They ask me to interrogate
you. I interrogate you.

Look at me, Theo. I've
been out for thirty-six hours.

Why do you...

Hey, I believe you, okay?

Theo.

What's new at your end?

Well, I have spoken to Pourette
and he will cooperate, but

he has no idea where
the drawings are.

You see, Niko

took them into the next room
while he was tying up the guard.

And Niko will not say
what he did with them.

However, Niko talks
in his sleep constantly.

And it is driving Pourette

hoo-hoo.

Talks about what? The
Rembrandts?

Maybe.

But Pourette does not understand Dutch,
so he does not know what Niko is saying.

But Pourette does not understand Dutch,
so he does not know what Niko is saying.

This is the smallest,

the most sensitive,

the best.

We will give it to Pourette.

He will record what
Niko is talking in his sleep.

I will translate from
the Dutch, and perhaps

we hope we come up
with a clue

worth a chance.

What's to lose?

Excuse us a second, Valentine.

I'll tell you what's to lose. The drawings.

That's what. How do you figure that?

Let's say Valentine gets
something on that tape that

points the finger
to the Rembrandts.

Suppose he doesn't
translate it just right.

Suppose he finds them and keeps them.

You really are down on the man, aren't you?

Do you know how he recovered two
missing paintings in Germany? Yes.

Stole two other ones from the owner.
He admitted that.

Which makes him a criminal.

Well, certainly not a saint.

Frank, he's not a
quiet little professor with

bifocals and pipe
ashes all over his shirt.

He's got a new life. He's enjoying himself.

I'll tell you what.
Let him do his number with

the tape recorder, but
we'll get it back unplayed.

Have our interpreter be the first to listen
to it, okay?

All right, I'll tell him.

Hey, McKee, this man hasn't done a
thing so far behind our backs, right?

He hasn't kept anything from us.

How do you know?

Well, I guess I don't.

It's all set.

He's on his way to the warden's office now.

Hey.

It's an object of art, my friend.

Which, incidentally,
after what's happened, Mr.

Ross wants shipped back to him.

All right, sure.

McKee!

Uh, let's say we hadn't
caught those two crooks.

Let's say, uh, they
offered to sell the drawings

back to Ross, uh, uh,

with the insurance pay?

Yeah, but we'd still be trying to nap
them when they handed the drawings over.

Oh. Well, I'm not so sure they
have a plan to touch them again.

I think Kelly here was, uh,
going to do their work for them.

By having the sculpture delivered
back to Mr.Ross's apartment.

Not intentionally, Kelly.
Believe me.

Well, no, I was going to stand.

Can you get the sculpture made
there down here, now?

Yeah, maybe.
Maybe he lives on the island.

In there.

I'll just be a minute.

Don't be suspicious, warden.

It's a very simple device.

You're positive.

Nothing's You have
a place to hide this?

Where Niko won't see it?

I will tape it to his body.

Open your shirt,

Hey, Nate, I'm locking.

You have everything?

A die.

It's in the filter, love.

Test it in the water, will you?

Come on, move.

What about the saw?

It's in the wire.

It's all in the wire, love.

One little saw.

Diamond dust.

The best.

What about the passkey for the closet?

In the recorder, huh?

No, they took that apart.
Did he hand it to you?

No.

They were watching us too closely.

But he told you.

He had to have the key.

Don't worry, love.

He's a genius. Here, darling.

There's your bloody key.

You should have put
this whole thing on film.

A work of art.

Sculptor takes his mobile apart so
police can look for missing Rembrandts.

Anybody call Warhol to see if he
wants to shoot this? Excuse me.

Could I talk to
you for a minute?

Look, now, I promise
not to mention this, but

three months ago when
Ross first agreed to lend me

the Rembrandts, he wanted
to sell them for 700,000.

Really?

That's a bargain, isn't it?

Yeah, I think so.

But nobody was buying.

There's not much cash around.

Well, it doesn't look like there's
much around for Ross either.

Well, look, I don't know, but I did
promise to keep it confidential, okay?

Appreciate it.

I guess you can look in here now.

Is this part of the mobile?

I've got to stop trying my
empty sort like that when I work.

Well, I'll buy a case or
two myself, Mr. Leacock.

Thanks a lot for your trouble.

Just want to check that out, Valentine,
before it got sent back to your employer.

Why, you think he robbed himself?

Why don't you tell us? You sized him up,

discussed your fee.
How do you think he stands financially?

Ah, you mean do I think he
needs the insurance money?

Anton, just give me a
straight answer, please.

Can we discuss this alone,

just the two of us, and please,

can we get something to eat?

What did he tell you in his visiting room?

We have to cut something
else, a little red wire.

Come here, come here.
There's the little bleeder.

Okay.

Go on, look after the lock.

Here you go. Move.

Station 12 to control.

I've got unconscious inmate 413.

We've got a medic here.

Roger 12. We'll notify on primary.

I'm listening in so I can
figure out the bloody system.

We've got it made, mate.

One thing you cannot get anywhere
else in the world,

a good hot dog.

So tell me, Anton, where's Mr.
Ross at financially?

Theo, he's my employer.

Professional ethics.

What's professional ethics

compared to works by a great master?

Right? So is Ross
uptight for money or not?

No. You are on the wrong track.

Now, here I am, sticking up for you,

feeding you straight information.

You're feeding your face with a hot
dog, and you sit there and you lie to me.

What brought this
on? Kelly, tell me.

Ross is ready to sell those
Rembrandts for almost any price.

He's desperate for money.

And you, Professor, you're too
smart a detective not to know that.

I'm cutting off all cooperation with you.

No more visits to the tombs, no
tape recorders, gimmicks, nothing.

Now, please, listen to me.

Seven years ago, my brother
was murdered by some gang.

As a policeman, I got nowhere
with the case, so I left the force,

sold my services to the underworld,

and got the lead I
needed to his killers.

Whatever I do, it is because
I cannot tolerate injustice,

like those Rembrandts jeopardized.

That is the truth.

You've got 24 more hours to try
your gimmick with the tape recorder.

Thank you.

Let's just get back from the lab.

There are no odd fingerprints,

no secret compartments,

nothing except an
air-conditioning repairman's toolbox.

And here's their inventory.

What do they mean, one can of oil?

One empty can containing
traces of naphtha?

What's naphtha used for?

Well, it used to be
used for a cleaning fluid,

you know, like cleaning a block of
hats, only it was very inflammable.

It's very hot stuff.

They use it in some
racing cars instead of gas.

Naphtha, can I get
me some?

Can I get Mr.Travizius down here,
would you please?

Yes, sir.

Their system,

it's a piece of cake.

They almost finished, mate.

Should be ready after dinner.

Great, just great.

Naphtha,

I could smell it all day, I wouldn't know.

But if that's what you say it is,

I'll take your word.

Naphtha, there's coffee.

Now you tell me, Mr.Travizius,

what about
me taking your word?

Taking my word for what?

Your business.

You know it isn't in the greatest shape,
Mr. Travizius, we've run a quick check on it.

So, whose business is?

Wait a minute, you're checking on me?

Well, you see, I'm curious.

I mean, how come these
art thieves know exactly

where and when they
take over your truck?

Exactly why is there a can filled
with naphtha in your toolbox?

A substance which you
don't use in your business?

What the hell is this?

They put it in there.

Wait a minute, do you think I'm in on this?

You could have been paid, Mr.Travizius,

to arrange
certain conditions,

make it look like you were knocked out.

You think this is a fake wound?

You think I got paid for this?

Oh, gracious,

Mr. Travizius,

no people in need of money.

They do very strange and unexpected

and reckless,

reckless things.

For the last time now,

did you help these thieves

in any way?

You must think I ate your
guts for these insinuations.

Oh, Mr. Travizius.

No, no, no, no, it's interesting.

You got good perceptions, lieutenant.

I thought of going crooked once, I'll
admit it now that the cat's out of the bag.

That's the other part of my nature.

My mother wanted a
professional man for her son.

Consequently,

you see before you a climate engineer.

But that's on the
outside,

on the inside.

No crook.

What capers I think of.

You know those rare
books in the Morgan Library?

Well, the other night I was in bed and I
thought that it would be very interesting.

Travizius,

glad you got fixed the thermostat.

Thanks for coming in.

You don't want to know where
those drawings came from.

Where's that, Mr.Travizius?

They never really existed.

The guards that delivered
them were previously hypnotized.

So was the girl
that runs the gallery.

They never delivered anything.

It was the shadow

who pulled it off.

You'll catch him, you'll see.

Never delivered anything.

Sure, that's hell.

Frank, I got it.

Here, look.

Ah, yes.

Handkerchief flambe.

I under a strain, Theo.

No, Captain, I'm fine.

Frank,

I think I know where the paintings are.

So it won't be a total loss.

Ah,

what's happening, Theo?

Just what I thought.

What's just what I thought?

The sand in both of these ashtrays.

Does it look the same to you, Peek?

Theo, sand is sand.

Frank, look at the sand is sand.

It's darker than the other one, right?

Kelly, can you get me a
newspaper from your office?

Yeah, sure, excuse me.

I'll be right back.

So what about it?

The suspense, Frank, that's all the fun.

One push, it comes open.

Good luck.

Michael,

come on, start staining your pants.

We're gonna leave you in ten minutes.

What's that from?

Ashes.

There's your drawings.

Carbon.

From five drawings that were
doused with naphtha and burnt.

Burnt?

Burnt?

Burnt.

Hey!

Hey!

I don't feel good!

Prisoners sick, unlocking gate eight.

Oh!

I burnt them up in a few seconds.

Any smell getting sucked
out the air conditioning.

The sand?

In here like this?

Huh?

Shake it around a little bit.

Put it back in the box like that.

Top part back, and that's about
when I came through here with Kelly.

This is 212.

Unlocking gate eight,

prisoner for the infirmary.

But why?

Those drawings were priceless.

Oh, were they?

Hey, Kelly, how hard did you study
them when they were delivered?

Well, I hung them, that's all.

I think Ross arranged
to send your forgeries.

They burned the forgeries.

Made it look like a robbery.

Well, that's a first.

Meanwhile, Ross has the real
drawings hidden away somewhere.

He plans to arrange a fake
buyback from the crooks.

Then he just pockets the insurance money

and produces the drawings.

No risk to him at all.

I don't understand.

What were the crooks going to hand over

if you, you know, decided
to let them off?

Ross.

They were warning him.

If they didn't get off,
they'd chain up the state.

Whereupon Ross hires Valentine.

I hate it, Frank.

What?

He springs them from jail, Frank.

That's the only thing he can do.

Attention.

This is 4-3.

Prisoners escaped.

Spotted on North Roof.

All available guards, report to North Roof.

Lieutenant, the radio's gone bananas.

Central is jammed with information
about a jailbreak at the tombs.

Follow me.

Get out of sight.

You will ruin the plan.

Hey, doctor.

I'm doing a big thunderstorm
all over your parade.

You broke my heart.

And you're finished.

Capice? I'm merely
trying to get at the truth.

You're after the biggest buck you can
get from Ross for the rest of your life.

You were springing those creeks
before they blew the whistle on him.

He set this whole thing up.

The swindlers' insurance company.

Are you sure?

Hey, don't play dumb with me.

No, really.

I only began to suspect Ross
when he was willing to pay me

with a perfectly vulgar forgery of a
rule that that man will stoop to nothing.

It isn't very nice of you not
to let me find out for myself

what happened to those drawings
after all the trouble I've gone through.

I don't believe this.

Stavros!

Yes, sir.

Give me your cuffs.

Here they come.

Let's go!

Not until I know where the drawings are.

They burnt them!

You burnt them? Why?

In case we were caught.

Then they wouldn't
know they were forgeries.

You see, he didn't want to take the risk.

He's a very clever lad.

Who? Ross?

Yes!

Where has he got the real
drawings? We don't know.

Now let's go!

Hi.

You play Monopoly?

You proceed directly back to jail.

You collect another 18 months

and get the hell out of here.

Come on.

All right, you two, move it.
Come on, let's go. Come on.

They burnt five forgeries.

Do you want me to have
my cuffs?

Oh, pardon.

We found some of the naphtha
they used to incinerate them.

Very good sale.

Two men.

Out of your prison.

Not bad, eh? Not
very smart either.

You better cuff them.

And what's this here, chopped liver?

Captain, I would not
let them out of the truck.

When I got to the airport,

I would have telephoned you,

tell you where the truck was,

and the messenger would deliver the
tapes, and I would be on my way to Italy.

Now you would not extradite me for
a little jailbreak, eh? We got caught.

We can't spring you.

And Ross still has the Rembrandt
stashed away, and we can't prove it.

I can, but my own way.

I must get to Ross's apartment immediately
before the news breaks on the radio,

and I also must have a small transmitter
so that you can hear my conversation, eh?

After all, if you
are going to jail me,

a little satisfaction, eh?

What happened?

I had them on a freighter
for Europe a half hour ago.

They told me everything.

How you hired them,

how they burned the forgeries.

Well, you had to find out sooner or later.

It doesn't make any difference now.

He was telling the truth.

You know, evil baby.

Well, here is the reward you asked for.

No.

It is a forgery.

I want one of the Rembrandts.

As a matter of fact, I insist on it.

Or else.
You have them here?

No, I don't have them here.

Where are they?
-Please.

In the closet.

In a special compartment.

Sorry to do this, Mr.Ross,

but it should only
be for a few minutes.

I am sure you can use the time

to contemplate the
charges you will be facing.

Conspiracy to commit a grand theft.

Attempting to defraud an insurance
company Aiding and abetting a jailbreak.

It should keep you tied up for years.

As a matter of fact.

You know, Mr.Ross,

an honest man who
hires me gets an honest job.

A crook gets a crook.

Are you listening, Kojak?

He didn't talk to me.

I love to double-cross the crooks, Kojak.

I live for it.

Like you, the live to catch them.

Let's go.

I cannot tell you how going
to jail would drive me crazy.

I am sorry to disappoint you.

Lieutenant.

Ross, this is Valentine.

All right, call down the captain, we're
gonna film the seal off the building,

I want the whole block surrounded.
Go ahead.

All five?

Yeah, this man's crazy, cracker.

Five Rembrandts safe and
sound, Ross on the hot seat,

the thieves safe inside jail again.

How much can a policeman ask for?

All right, I want you to get
everybody off the streets,

all our people, and get
them up on the roofs, huh?

Search them good, and I
don't care how long it takes.

Up.

Up.

Up, up.

This will buy me. No way, Professor.

That was over 100 feet of
high-strength climbing rope.

Where did he get it?

Could have had a stash in Ross' apartment.

You mean he, uh, had himself
covered in case you caught on to him?

For all I know, the man had three
other plans in case that one didn't work.

See, he thinks I had him credit.

Kelly, did you get those things done yet?

This is the, uh, last one.

Well?

What do you think, Frank?

Hey, not bad, not bad at all.

Thank you.

Now, if I go with the
Van Dyke, like Valentine,

look at that dramatic effect.

He was a beard? No way.

Well, any prejudice against skinheads?

No, but a beard is different.

Why? Just had it slip down?

Hey, kid, I'm glad you're off the
hook, and thanks for the doodles, okay?

Oh, Frank, look, I was a little sharp
with the journey investigation on.

I'd like the chance to apologize.

Sure.

Hey, thank you, Theo.

And if you'd ever like to
come up and see my etchings...