All language subtitles for Kojak S04e14 Dead Again.eng

Is this yours?
- It sure is.

That's nice.

You like, huh?

It reminds me of my home.

How much do you want for it?

Well it was fifty, but
you could have it for forty.

With a frame.

Okay.

Will you deliver?

Sure.

Can I pay you then? Okay.

Okay.

My name is Julie Winston.

Julie Winston.

And I live at 1043 West Forth.

Let's see what else I
can spend my money on.

Aha!

Get that car out of there!

Hey, that is great stuff.

Sell much?

Enough to keep me around.

You just sold a young lady.

Now I wouldn't mind
knowing something about her.

If you can help me out.

Are you a friend of hers?

Yeah.

She's a friend of yours.

He got a brother?

He's got a brother.

He's got a brother?

He's got a brother.

Hey Stavros, do me a favor.

The next time you make a report
out for me, at least spell my name right.

It's Crocker.

Er.

Er.

Er.

Er.

Er.

I don't know the type, but it'll work.

The whole report's like this.

So what? Who's gonna
read it anyway?

Yeah, sure.

Hi.

Can I help?

Please.

Sure. Sit down.

Now, what's the trouble?

Oh, there's this man who's supposed
to be dead, but he's gonna kill me.

Why is he gonna kill you?

Because I know he's alive.

You haven't been drinking, have you?

Maybe smoking a little dope.

Will you listen to me?

I am not crazy.

He is after me.

Who is?

This man who died a year ago.

It's like a cup of coffee or something.

Please don't patronize me.

I know what I'm talking about.

If he finds me, he will kill me.

Crocker.

Why don't we go in here?

It's a little more private.

Come here.

Why don't you sit down?

Well, I'm Lieutenant Kojak.

Why don't you tell me about it?

So you can laugh, too?

Well, I won't laugh at your name.

My name's Julie Winston.

I live at 1043 West Forth.

Frank Kelton was my neighbor in Ohio.

He was killed about a year ago.

It was all the papers.

They called it a gangland thing.

I saw him today.

He tried to follow me.

Were you sure it was the same man, Julie?

I told you, he lived in the
house next door with his sister.

I saw him almost every day for months.

They were terrible people.

Look, Julie, haven't you ever
stopped someone you think you know?

And then you're embarrassed
to find that it's just a lookalike?

This lookalike ran after me.

It was not my imagination.

Yeah, well, New York.

It isn't the easiest place
in the world to make it in.

People are constantly under pressure.

They let their minds wander sometimes.

They don't like that.

I'm not nuts.

I'm scared and I want protection.

Well, according to the Ohio police,

Frank Kelton is dead.

Okay, okay.

Take it easy.

Sit down.

Are you going to do anything?

Well, maybe you ought
to talk it out with someone.

A shrink?

Well, I'm trying to be helpful.

You're not going to do anything, are you?

I'm not going to do anything.

There's nothing to do.

You never get a cab
here this time of night.

They don't like to come down here
anymore at the night, do they?

Come on.
You'd watch yourself go right home.

Why'd you pick this place?

I see these broads.

They kind of have these built-in antennas.

They can spot a cop
who isn't even here yet.

They move out?

We move out.

It's kind of like being live bait.

I already was bait today.

Once is enough.

What are you talking about?

I think I was spotted.

Somebody used to know me.

Are you sure?

So that means a delay.

Well, how long?

Until I take care of it.

Can she make that much difference?

Make a difference?

She'll bring me back to life.

And I like being dead.

Sure, it's big.

And it's scary sometimes.

But it's New York.

It's got it all.

Sure, murder and muggings and
mayhem and dark alleys and like that.

And museums and music.

Parks, people, energy.

You like your job?

It's kind of fun.

You're on Broadway, right? The
star of the musical?

Drama?

Almost.

I'm in an office, temporary.

New places, new faces.

Why is the kid like
you alone?

I'm not.

Now.

It's nice.

Well, it's clean.

Right.

And real cheap.

And, uh, unless you have taste.

Okay, I give up.

You can be nice if you want to.

And I won't stop you anymore.

Okay, well,

it's not the squad room.

It'll pass.

I buy all these paintings on whims.

Keeps me poor, but it's fun.

Was.

I was buying one today when I saw him.

Whoever he was.

Oh, you're no
longer sure?

I was.

And now?

Well,

I guess I did kind of
hit the panic button.

And I'm not as scared as I was anymore.

It is beginning to
sound a little foolish.

Have you got anybody
to stay with you tonight?

Is that a proposition?

Once upon a time, it would have been.

I haven't got any friends yet.

Men or women.

You know, this is an occasion.

You're the first man
I've had in this apartment.

You must have a glass of wine with me.

Why do I always get prices
I can't accept?

Come on.

Look, here's my card.

It says Demarco's Grocery Store,

but on this side, there's my number.

Your apartment is as safe as can be.

The locks seem to work.

If you get scared,

call me, okay?

Well, thank you.

You're a kind man.

And you're real charming.

And you don't believe me, so thanks
for not believing me so graciously.

Okay.

These winos on TV.

Getting a break.

Stopped for a little late supper?

Hand-holding and champagne, lieutenant?

They'll probably take it to the zoo
on Sunday, like any good uncle.

Driving by here, I saw
Jimmy Hiller, no good Jimmy

Hiller, standing in our
corner at St. Mark's Place.

And I said to myself, I'm sure Crocker
got to worry what he's doing here.

Go hold his hand.

Go, Jack.

Her name is,
uh... Julie Winston.

Oh, you know her?

What else you got?

Oh, she lived on the
fourth floor, lieutenant.

Sort of a loner.

Strange, you know?

What do I have?

Well, the way I see it, lieutenant, she
goes up on the roof to get some fresh air.

And she either
jumped or she fell.

Some of those prints are mine.

Okay, I give up.

You can be nice if you want to.

I buy all these paintings on whims.

Keeps me poor, but it's fun.

I was buying one today when I saw it.

It is beginning to
sound a little poet.

This is an occasion.

You're the first man
I've had in this apartment.

You must have a glass of wine with me.

And you're real charming.

No notes, no signs of
violence on the roof or in here.

Just this card she was writing.

And you don't believe me?

Lieutenant?

We finished?

Um... Say hello to
all the cops in Ohio.

It's lonely here, but nice.

Julie.

No address.

Give this one a full treatment.

Go through this apartment.

They just did.

Get them in a dust of baggage
with things in a dresser.

Run the roof down to the window ledge.

You start a canvas of the
building and you spread it out.

Apartment, stores,
mailman, milkman, people.

Who was here? Who
she saw? Like that.

For a jumper?

For this one?

So far, no friends, no relatives.

Nobody to ID the body yet.

No body.

She had me.

So there's nothing else left to do tonight?

Want to get some eggs on the way home?

No, I'm not ready to call tonight.

You look at the time.

What else do you call us?

Parents who killed in a fire.

She was 15.

She really got to you.

No.

She's a kid.

I took her home to make me feel better.

I listened.

And I left.

And she's in a morgue now.

You think the dead man pushed her?

You know, the Ohio police
are satisfied that Kelton is dead.

But the FBI never filed a report.

Why?

There's a gang line there
and they didn't contact him.

A body was found in a burnt-out car.

False teeth were his.

Jewelry.

What was left of his clothes.

His girlfriend identified
what they could sweep up.

Are you tired?

No.

Good. I'm walking you to sleep to the FBI.

You know the guys down there.

See if you can get something on this.

It's me.

No names.

Go ahead with it.

I'm dead again.

Lunch?

You have lunch with a
guy on a federal payroll?

What you get besides indigestion?

Well, the reason the feds
didn't close the book on Kelton

is because he was one of the
best explosive men in the business.

And he was smart.

Too smart to get blown
away the way it happened.

How did it happen?

He hired out to settle a labor dispute.

Blew up a union hall.

Killed three people, crippled ten.

The boys snuffed him
before he could be connected.

And the feds don't buy it.

I found the artist she was talking
to when the guy spotted her.

And you do a sketch of the
guy and that's it right there.

All right. Thank you for me.

I did, lieutenant. With forty dollars.

The expected gross during a holiday period

should exceed a half
million per store per day.

That's two million gross,
ladies and gentlemen.

The sale runs for ten days.
Are we adding up?

Then this thing happens.

We'll be lucky if we sell
a pair of tennis shoes.

Am I late?

Apparently it doesn't matter
whether you're here at all.

Here, this letter was tucked neatly
into my dashboard this morning.

Pay one hundred thousand
dollars and your holiday

business will be wrecked and
you will have to close down.

Next message will be
directions for payment.

Do you have any idea how much
that holiday business refers to?

I'll get this right over to the police lab.

They may have a make on
the typewriter on the paper.

Mr. Donnelly!

Police here, publicity,

frightened customers.

Is that really what you have in mind?

Are you going to at least
make a feeble attempt

to prevent the loss of
twenty million in sales

which is the only reason I
employ you at that inflated salary.

Now look, Mr. Proctor.

The P.D. have the manpower and the
equipment to handle this kind of thing.

They also have enough press contacts to
turn our sales floors into echo chambers.

You are our security chief.

All right.

Let's see what I can find out.

We may have some time before
he tries to contact us again anyway.

Now do that

and you won't be so embarrassed
to pick up your check next payday.

And we're agreed.

Now look, I don't want any redit cops
or part-timers to know anything about this.

Because number one, they have
no background for this kind of stuff.

And number two, they're
bound to let it get out.

So you just use your regulars and
tell them to keep their eyes open.

Wait a minute.

Another thing.

Get one of the girls to
pull all the files on the

fired and the disabled and
the disgruntled employees.

Also the nasty notes written
by dissatisfied customers.

Run them through the usual.

You know, for the type
and the kind of paper.

Why don't you just turn over to the cops?

Because I don't make those
kind of decisions anymore.

I used to, but not anymore.

Want me to explain that better?

No.

Well, it's only a two-hour
flight to Ohio then a

quick hop to Virginia
and I'll be back tomorrow.

Be my guest.

I'll tell you this.

I tried that one a few times myself.

So I'm telling you, you better have some
cash because believe me, there's no way

you're going to pull expenses
for this from the borough.

It's a cubic case.

Jumped or fell, they won't
shell out a dime for a hunch.

Just cover me for the
night and save the economic

history of the New
York Police Department.

My friend, the jet setter.

What set you off, one of these
Paul Newman cop movies?

A couple of months after Kelton's body

was identified by his girlfriend,

she was killed.

Killed during the commission of a burglary,

but not by a police bullet.

And that case is still open in Ohio.

I talked to the local police.

You know, Kelton has a sister
in Parkersburg, West Virginia.

It's about 20 miles from Ohio.

It's the only place that Paul
Newman's never been to.

And you know what? That's why I'm going.

Case the captain calls from
the convention, I'll tell him.

Kojak!

What do you mean?

Well, whatever it is, I mean
something nice, okay?

Lala's?

Yeah.

No, almost a friend.

But I want you to do it right.

Whatever that
means, okay? Thanks.

Right.

Go check the dressing rooms.

What's going on?

He set one off.

I just left the 58th Street store.

I planted one in the
air conditioning, Doug.

Nobody's hurt, just a prominent.

I think we can still squash it.

The doctor's gonna go up the wall.

The doctor's gonna go higher than that.

Look over there.

Don't you have enough troubles, Crocker?

I mean, don't you have
the purity of New York

womanhood to worry about?

What are you doing, chasing fires now?

We got it over the air.

The C.V. sent us down
here, said it was an explosion.

All the broads in New York are buying
whistles and taking karate lessons.

What'd you do, drop a cigar again?

So we blew a compressor. Big deal.

Come on.

These things gotta go for three for a dime.

You wanna see my pension check?

No, frankly, I'd rather see mine.

Crocker.

Favorite. Don't use the word fire.

Keeps the customers away.

All right.

That is conflagration, Randy.

What about disturbance?

Well...

Well, if he's happy, I'm happy.

How much damage was there?

Three toilet bowls and some smoke.

Then we can open in the morning.

Police happy?

Yeah, I still got some muscle.

Any other store?

No, we're okay there.

Good enough.

Wait a minute. What do
you mean, good enough?

We got this yo-yo bomber running
around exploding these things at will.

So we pay and it's over.

We pay him and he'll pull this stunt again.

On us and other stores.

Look, I'm not concerned with
the operation of other stores.

I operate this chain and this chain pays.

Crocker, listen to me.

He blew this one even before he
told us where to deliver the money.

Now, he's gonna carry that thing in one day

during business hours, it's
gonna go off at the wrong time

and we're gonna be
letting a bloodbath happen.

Have you really had enough of the good life

plus an inflated salary?

What does that mean?

Explain it to him.

And decide which of you will
deliver the money when he asks for it.

He means to what he says.

I know what he means.

Yeah.

What, are you trying to just
start World War III all over?

Just trying out a new mixture.

Hey, let me tell you something,
we didn't need the last one.

What's the matter, are
you crazy or something?

Suppose you kill someone.

Impossible.

Dead man can't kill.

I wanna tell you something.

You pull that stunt again,
and me, we're through.

We're through.

Extortion's one thing, murder's another.

Forget about it.

Think about the money.

Wait till you see the nice
job I did on a new note.

I raised the ante another hundred thousand.

Hey, you're crazy.

That's why they're gonna pay it.

You got something against
another 50 grand in your pocket?

You're not getting the message.

We're not gonna be able to pull it off.

Look, you pick up that letter
and you make delivery now.

Hello.

It's not open for food yet, but
there's fresh coffee and doughnuts.

Oh, that'll do fine.
I'll have a lot of each.

Help yourself, I'll count them later.

Thank you.

Just black.

Are you the owner
of this place, Mrs. Chester?

I'm the owner.

Well, I'd love to talk to you.

What about?

I'm Lieutenant Kojak, New
York Police Department.

I have nothing to say to you.

Mrs. Chester, it is yet again.

Then what are you here for?

The doughnuts?

Yeah, and also,

how sure are you that your
brother's among the dearly departed?

My brother is dead.

Let him be.

Yeah, well, a lot of people are
dead, but usually you see bodies.

I saw him.

Oh, you saw a box of ashes.

His girlfriend identified him also.

Well,

she got herself killed also.

Get out.

I don't have to talk to you.

You know a girl by the
name of Julie Winston?

She used to live next door to you in Ohio?

She got herself dead also.

I'm calling the police and my lawyer.

Yeah, well, you can call your lawyer,
honey, but the local cops know I'm here.

What did you do?

Talk to everybody in town?

Nobody here knows me.

Mrs. Chester,

you paid $16,000 for this joint.

Cash?

Where'd the cash come
from? The grave? I saved it.

There was insurance.

Not on your brother, there wasn't.

Look, I don't have to answer to you.

Now, you get out of here and play
your games with somebody else.

My brother is dead.

You came here for nothing.

What can I tell you?

The trip was worth it, and I
want to thank you very much.

For what?

Well, reassure me.

You see, I can still
spot a liar a mile away.

Here, keep the change.

Oh, if you're not doing anything on Friday,
why don't you have a plane to New York?

They're burying Julie Winston.

And there's nothing like a couple of
friendly faces from back home, right, baby?

You wanted to see me?

I received another message.

This one has instructions.

The price is now $200,000.

And you're to make the
delivery tomorrow afternoon.

We'll be making...

Do it! No heroics!

Before his price goes to a million.

I called the airlines,
found out your plane was

on time, and I've been
waiting to hear the news.

Oh, yeah? What, are you worried I'll
get into a jam over this? Not worried.

Concerned.

You're not a bad guy sometimes.

Don't be so nice, Nicola.
Your lab will get used to it.

How'd it go?

Who says the skies are friendly?

Was it at least worth it?

You look terrible.

Well, Kelton's girlfriend, she IDs him,
and then she gets killed about a year ago.

His sister leaves the town,
she's lived in for most of her life,

and comes up with enough
cash to open up a business.

Only about the time of Kelton's death.

Did you find out if Julie
Winston had a family?

Well, I didn't go down
there for that, did I?

I know, but did you find
out if she had a family?

I found a nun who remembered
her when she was in her home.

She's coming up for the funeral.

Hey, Lieutenant, that's a
pretty expensive proposition.

Well, there's not that much involved.

That's the only
family she had?

Yeah.

Kelton's alive, I know it.

Prove it, and you can wire Ohio.

They have a murder case on him.

But here, if downtown
finds out, you're gonna look

like a horse's rump hunting
for a man listed as DOA.

Hey, who called this meeting to order?

I'd be glad to take a message.

Oh, hold on, hold on.

Kojak.

Mrs. Austin?

That's Julie Winston's landlady.

What effects?

Well, isn't there any... I see.

Hey, Dean, some books?

Well, sometime later.

I'll be a little tight up.

Yes, thanks.

Cracker!

Cracker!

What's with this department
store fire last night?

It was an accident.
Compressor blew, no injuries.

Did you talk to the fire department?

No.

Did you talk to witnesses?

Well, their security chief,
Tom Donnelly, you know him.

He's retired from the Flatbush Detectives.

He gave me all the information.

Oh, yeah? What'd he do,

camouflage you from
the smoke from his cigars?

I mean, the fire department
ruled the fire as suspicious.

Come on, let's go.

You come a long way, baby.

I like to think so.

I mean, if you don't get the
building blown up with you under it,

that match give you enough
time to think up an answer?

Hey, Theo.

Compressors blow out.

It happens.

It happens. Oh, how easy.

Two alarms transmitted from
two stores on the same day,

one you squash with the
con job on a young cop

who wants to be a
nice guy to a former cop,

and the others designated as
suspicious by the fire department,

caused by detonation.

That's the way they put it.

Now, how would you put it?

Fellas, no one was hurt.

Hurt? Play me for a jerk.

Give me a cock and bull story.
They gotta write up in a report.

That was no report. It was just a piece
of paper that you signed your name on.

To me, it was my job.

Donnelly, it's beginning to stink.

I mean, the story and that cigar.

Theo, it's being handled.

Don't worry about it.

Handled? How?

And by who?

Now, you talk to me, ex-cop,

or I'll make a bigger
explosion than the last two.

All right, it's extortion.

The guy delivered some sampled bombs.

Now, I deliver the price,
or he's gonna do it again.

And I got a boss that writes the rules,

which include not having
anything to do with cops.

Wait a minute, fellas, please, sit down.

Now, look, if you put
the pressure on Proctor,

he's gonna know what started
with me, and I'll be out of a job.

Okay!

Pay office tomorrow.

Set it up any way you want.

We could always blow it open.

Okay?

When I know where, you'll know.

We'll expect a call.

I'm sorry I conned you, kid.

It's all right, Donnelly.

I wouldn't want you to be
straight with a cop who's still a cop.

What can you do with a kid who
still believes in self-respect, huh?

You mean to tell me that I
should have been easier on him?

He had it coming.

What's happening
with that sketch the artist

made of the guy who
asked about Julie Winston?

We've got him spread all over the village.

Now, wait a minute.

How many guys we
looking for?

Kelton's M.O.?

And this guy who hit the department stores?

You think it all ties together?

So far, it doesn't pull apart.

She ran from a bomber she swore was still
alive, and suddenly she goes off her roof.

For no reason.

Why? Why?

Because she did see him, Bobby.

He's here now, the same M.O.

as Kelton's, the same
carelessness about victims.

Get the guy set up
by 1 an 8 o'clock call.

That gives us time to stake
out the drop when Donnelly calls,

and then get some sleep.

You want to get something
to eat first?

Yeah, sure.

Where you gonna be? I'll drop by.

I was thinking of that Chinese
joint down on Mutt Street.

Lieutenant Kojak?

Hi, I'm Mrs. Austin.

Listen, I've got
everything ready here for

you, but I really hate
to rush you like this,

but you know, the people
that own this place, they

want to get this joint
rented as soon as possible.

Do you have a sister?

Because these clothes
aren't very expensive,

but, gee, they're
really usable, you know.

Give them to somebody.

Oh.

Okay.

Listen, you lock up for me, will you?

I haven't got any friends yet.

You're the first man
I've had in this apartment.

What are you eating?

Shrimp.

I'm not that hungry.

Would you bring us two beers, please?
Very cold.

Are you still mad?

Donnelly makes the word pig sound right.

He's on the force a long time.

Now he's had a taste of the
good life, and he's afraid of losing it.

You know, when you get old,

you get nervous about tomorrow.

Don't look back, because
it's going to happen to you.

You know him that well?

Well enough to make excuses for him?

Hey, listen,

when he was in the police
department, he was good.

I mean, he did it all.

He even remembered his
friends when he got the job.

So what do we owe him? Nothing.

Incidentally, he probably would have
tried to con me the way he conned you.

Probably would have succeeded, too.

Yeah, sure, he would have.

So it sounds good.

Anyway, it's true.

You know, he's gotten at least ten
retired guys jobs through the years.

I don't know what's his name, Andy
Rose, out of the Brooklyn division.

You gotta give the guy credit.
He could have hired civilians, right?

But he went with the guys.

All right, I'll stay on
the force, and when

I get the urge to
travel, I'll come to you.

Well, because I went to West Virginia once.

Not exactly a world travel authority.

What's wrong with this? You
don't recognize me in Hong Kong?

Hear any more about the girl?

No, no more than I had by this afternoon.

You know, coffee and tea, donuts,

a jug of wine and
zombies, nothing like that.

You seem like a nice chick.

Yeah.

All right, now I'm holding your head.

I mean, things happen, like Julie Winston.
It just happens.

Hey, look, I've had enough of
world travel for this afternoon, okay?

Are you gonna pay the guy?

The two men in the business suits
with the paper bag, huh?

I got them.

Never mind them. You watch the bag.

The drop is made.

Let's settle down. I will stay awake, okay?

Well, I should have brought sleeping bags.

Oh, yeah?

Would you rather be down in the
village showing the pictures around?

Well, if I had my choice
now, I think I'd rather say yes.

Phew!

You're supposed to be in
the village with Kelton's sketch.

Lieutenant Nicola sent me.
Britain's department store's been bombed.

The one on the east side,
one of the customers was killed.

Go down and pick up the money.

The bomb was time to
go off at exactly that hour.

Whoever did it knew he was
gonna hit on an open store.

He wanted blood.

And he also knew we staked
out the payoff, so give me names.

Nobody. What do you mean, nobody?

Who put the money together?

What about the guy carrying the bundle?

Proctor put the money together,
and the guy with me was Roach.

Anybody else?

That's it.

Hey, someone has to be
feeding information from the inside.

It doesn't figure to be Proctor.
He can steal all he wants with a pen.

So it's Rhodes.

Well, Andy, Rhodes has been
with me since I had this job.

You know, he used to work
out of the Brooklyn precinct, too.

You're kidding.
Well, tell me how kind he is to his mother.

Well, I don't know.

Lives alone, drives a car
old enough to look honest.

Buys his clothes off a
rack in the store, cut rate.

Goes to Florida two weeks a year.

You have an office?

That desk.

Oh, actually, let me see his farm bills.

These papers make him
look like all he does is his job.

You know, this is wrong.

You should have a court order.

Oh, now he gets religion, huh?

We don't have enough for a court order.

So you do it, you're security.
Here, go on, clear your pen.

If I pull anything from
Ohio or West Virginia,

a 626 or a 543 exchange.

Oh, my God.

Three calls in the same week.

Author at coffee shop, Kelton's sister.

Where's Rhodes now?

He's up at Proctor's office waiting
for another contact from the bomber.

Where's Rhodes?

Rhodes is doing what you should
have done, delivering the package.

Who are these men?

Oh, hi there.
We're the cops.

Police? I told you no police.

Look, would you let me see the message?

You know the note.

I have a business to protect.

About your holiday sales, Mr. Proctor.

Case set up, baby. I want the note.

I didn't see the note.

Rhodes rushed off to handle it.

When? About an hour ago.

You blew it, little man.

The board of directors will be glad
to know that you handed the money

to a guy involved in
extortion and in murder.

You know where
Rhodes lives?

Yeah.

You, wait in your office.

Nobody's home.

Yeah, tell us how this is
Lieutenant Kojak, Manhattan South.

I want to send an alarm here.

Two males, white, murder, extortion, arson.

You know nothing.

No, no, no. Stop it.

We got to learn to love one another.

What do you want? Kelton.

Kelton.

Kelton.

Joe, I don't know any better.

I don't know anybody by that name.

Yeah, well, we have no time
to play good guy and bad guy.

You figure it's all for the
bad guys, and you'll be right.

Here we go.

Oh. It's for a lock on the
terminal, right? Somewhere.

Which one?

All right, all I did was deliver the
money to the box like I was supposed to.

And then I met him with the key.

I see, and you split the
cash and you kissed goodbye.

How nice. You're locked in, Rhodes.

There are also two murders
involved, so it's good by garbage.

Look, Kojak.

You let Kelton get away once before.

Now, I'm the only one
that knows where he is.

Either we make a deal

or you two guys can go
play hide and go seek.

You mean with
somebody like you, I got to

worry about holding up
my end? Tsk, tsk, baby.

Talk.

Call the DA.

Now or forget it.

All right.

We got the place covered as well as we can,

and the terminal
police are in on this, too.

Start looking.

That's him over
there!

Watch out.

Come on.

You bum!

Hey, I didn't know he
was going to kill anybody.

Not even that girl in the village?

Hey, I swear I didn't
even know who she was.

Who she was?

Nobody.

A kid from a small town
in Ohio, light-painted.

You know the type.

Ordinary. Get him out of here.

Well, let's go. Go on, get out of here.

I'm going back there and
not going to lay it into Proctor.

He's not going to hold that salary
check over my head anymore.

I'll tell him what he can do with it first.

Yeah, sure, Tom. Why don't you go on ahead?

I'll see you there later.

Yeah.

You think he's going to say all that?

I think he's going to say, uh,
Good morning, Mr. Proctor.

Nice day today, Mr. Proctor.

Look, there's still time
for Julie Winston's wake.

All the guys are going over.

Thanks.

We figured even lieutenants
can go broke paying for

funerals, so we all chipped
in a kitty and, you know.

Yeah, I know.

It's really nice, but, I mean,
what you're doing is nice.

It's a lousy way to say I'm
sorry, but it's the only way I got.

Local for West Orange,

Orange, South Orange,

Maplewood,

Millburn, Springfield,

and Scotch Plains will
be... Oh, please let me go.

Well, what's the rush?

Are you police officers?

Yes, I'm Lieutenant Kojak,
and this is Detective Crocker.

Oh.

I simply can't believe it.

I'm not in this fantastic
city for two minutes

when a man offers to help me
with my bags, and I say no thanks,

but he kept on insisting,

and so finally I just
grabbed my bags and I ran.

I mean, are all the things
you hear about New York true?

Oh, uh, especially
the good things.

Well, what do I do?

I mean, he said he'd pick me up tonight,
or New York won't be a fun city for me.

Uh, well, uh, I'll meet
you back at the office.

Excuse me.

Well, uh... I mean, a perfect stranger
threatens me as I'm getting off the bus.

You think I'm crazy,
don't you?

Oh, no.

Now, the first thing you do,

you go to a different hotel,

and as we go in there, you
can be a description of the man.

Does this sort of thing happen
all the time?

Hardly ever.