All language subtitles for Kojak S04e19(1).eng

You know, you're still not forgiven for
last night.

Well, I, uh, got stuck on a case.

The entire evening wasted by the time you
arrived.

Uh-huh.

Well, almost wasted.

I wonder what it's like being rich.

I mean, really rich.

Well, you're never gonna find out hanging
around with a cop.

Joe, I'm trying to get her ready.

Oh, please, the child!

Has this pleased you, Carla?

This is madness we endure together.

Has this pleased you, Carla?

Grapefruit juice, grapefruit juice,
I like that.

Why don't you try the French toast?

You know how many calories.

Don't tell me about your figure.

I know all about your figure, remember?

Two orders of French toast, two orders of
sausage, and you burn the sausage.

Thank you, Rosie.

So that's it?

He gets five to ten.

I ask a favor, and you get my guy five to
ten.

Oh, Rosie, better than that bum you can
find in a garbage can.

He's very grouchy before he's eaten.

Well, it ain't four seasons.

Neither are the prices.

I'm crazy every time I do it.

So?

So, Joey Lemon picked up a car.

He's having his soup.

I figure he ain't entering no Grand Prix.

And Tommy Marks and Jaime
Ramirez are walking around 7th Avenue.

So far, it looks fur, could be silk.

And this word in their head, a big capo's
going down.

Did Falish get the word about Rindone?

Failish don't want to hear about Rindone.

You take a message back to Failish.

If Rindone as much
as catches a cold, I'm

gonna burn Failish
myself, legally, of course.

Does burn mean what I think it means?

It means, uh... Harriet,
get out of here, will you?

She's looking for a job as legal
secretary, huh?

Well, you're in trouble, baby.

All units, please.

On West 57th Street between 9th and 10th
Avenue, units be on the lookout for a

male, white, 15 to 16 years of age,
armed with a gun, led an unknown direction

on foot approximately 15 minutes in the
past.

Good morning, lieutenant.

Good morning.

A bagel?

How about some tea?

Yeah, simple salmon and soup.

Say hello to Elenor Martinson here.

Welcome.

Welcome to my salon.

Thank you.

I'd like to pick out a tie for the
lieutenant's new blue suit.

Of course, leave it to me.

I like this one.

Oh, that's very good.

It's only $25.

Stavros, the kid with the gun.

I just heard it.

About 10 of the squares that this kid
walked in with a .38 in his belt.

Saperstein and Rizzo are on it.

$25 ties and $400 suits in this
neighborhood?

All right, get a composite.

Theo, you're being ripped off.

Oh, you don't understand.

You know, he starts at $400.

You can go down to $12.

You see, it's a negotiating neighborhood.

Besides that, he sells to a very special
clientele.

All custom made, so you can hide the gun.

I like that.
Come on.

Shalom.

Good morning, Lieutenant.

Yeah, good morning.

Say hello to Eleanor.

Hi.

Hi.

My cousin got off on that route.
Thanks.

Well, you tell him to stay away from those
gangs, girl.

I'm gonna set him up for good.

Then follow your message.

I'll be right back.

Wait a minute.

Theo, I'm gonna be late.

Oh, uh...

One more time.

Hello.

Stavros.

We're getting up a pool on what time you
finally make an inlet, huh?

Central on the, uh, on the roads.

I want Crocker on it.

Well, he's checking on the homicide on his
way in.

Now, put him on the white convertible.

Maybe it's the break we need on this car
ring.

I want to talk to him.

Hold on.
The captain wants to say a few words.

Huh?
He does?

That'll be the day.

Theo.

Yeah, Frank?
What?

Are you coming in?

Any day now, Frank.

Well, on the way, stop off at 969 E 63rd
Street.

A homicide.

Joseph Major.

They're a prominent family.

Crocker's already on the scene.

So I heard.

Tennis.

What are you doing?

Carrying bets right under my nose?

No, the lady left, you know.

Besides, I voice all my bets with OTP.

It's a great tie.

I grabbed a cab, see you tonight.

We're meeting, aren't we?

I mean, we're at least going to try,
right?

Hell or no.

Ah, class.

All right, what's the morning line in our
ranges?

Six to five, you pick.

Yeah?

All right, here's five for you and me on
our ranges.

I like Chicago.

Put your own bet down.

Aye.

Adios, amigo.

Joseph Major, oil wells, lots of them.

His skull is cracked.

Where'd you get it?

Someone heard a scream and called in.

The safe is untouched.

Only that lamp on the floor over there.

This picture was torn up on the floor and
this figurine.

And there's a gun missing from this
collection over here.

Male Caucasian, about 35, custom-made
shirts, gold cufflinks.

Everything but a heartbeat.

Mr. Major, what a hell of a way to start
the day for both of us.

My name is Carla Major.

I killed my husband.

Get a TAP 555-5377.

723 to Central K.

What was wrong between us?

I could not deal with a marriage conceived
in hell.

Please, don't frighten my baby.

What baby?

Where are you?
Let us help you.

All right.

You can help.

Find my body when it's done.

Mrs. Major!

Mrs. Major!

She hung up too fast.

Maybe I should transfer to administration.

Look, I'll take it to the shelter.

No, you get on that 50 grand card.

It should be in the impound garage by now.

Okay?
Go ahead.

Okay, Rizzo.

Hey, Rindone!

What are you doing out in the open like
this?

Waiting for my rabbi, Stash.

Waiting for my rabbi.

You think you can use that cop?

All the way to the top, man.

Well, when you act like vermin,
you begin to attract them.

I thought I told you to stay in your
father's restaurant.

I didn't know you had kids.

I don't.

But can you blame me?

When you see how some of them turn out?

What about Failish?

We're trying to contact him.

Kojak, you owe me this.

I owe you father.

Now go.

Hey, I learned.

I swear I learned.

Look at me.

Don't I look like I learned?

And what lesson did you learn?

How to be dead before you're 21,
one month out of the can you're

associating with dirt like Failish,
and learning to cheat from the cheaters.

Now get out of here.

You want Failish should hit me in your
territory?

Sweetheart, huh?

I just heard from Central.

And the mother?

There you are, sweetheart.

Tell me, Goldie.

Yep, sir, you gave a big business to stand
outside here for Nicholson Dimes?

Do I look discontented?

Let my ex-partner sit around that mahogany
table I paid for, argue about what to buy,

who to fire.

The savings at Balak's alone makes up the
loss of income.

Ah, good luck, sweetheart.

That was a 1029, passed homicide,
handled by Manhattan...

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What with that phone call?
The kid with the gun.

Well, this kid went into the bar,
and the bartender says that the kid was

sitting there like he was waiting for
somebody to show up.

Then the bartender spotted this gun on the
bar, and the kid ran out and left $3 and

these business cards on the bar and no
other ID.

Where's the bartender?

He's upstairs now trying to make a
composite on the kid.

Okay, as soon as
Mr. Charcoal is finished,

I want you to check
out all those addresses.

Oh, you finally made it in.

Yeah, well, I tried not to, but I got
lost.

I heard about the little girl.

Rizzo!

Yeah, I'm in your parking space.

Who's that, a till of the hun?

Only the lieutenant parks out front,
okay?

So pick up your racing form and your
scratch sheet and get out, you're fired.

Do me a favor.

Figure out who that puzzle is.

If you had any guts, you'd meet me in an
alley and I'd even turn you.

Sure.
- I told you, I didn't roll nobody.

I told you, I'm an entertainer.

Hi.

What's a nice kid like you doing in a dump
like this?

How long have we been writing up working
girls?

She rolled a guy in a bar for 500 bucks.

I didn't roll nobody, I told you.

Lieutenant.

Where'd you do a till of favor,
honey?

Take care of this little mongrel maiden
for me, won't you?

It's Crocker.

Yeah?

Any lead on the weight rolls?

Lieutenant, I'm at the impound garage.

I have a lead you won't believe.

I know that face.

No ID, just two slugs in the head.

He had a two dollar bill folded neatly in
his vest pocket.

Yeah, it's either mad money or saving it
for his grandchildren.

So why don't you check with Federal
Reserve, see where it was issued.

Probably down south, he's got a deep tan.

It's just a used swizzle stick.

Yeah, with the local almost worn out.

The ME says he has loose dentures and he
needed a lot of toothpicking.

Well, the seat's way back.

The driver's either tall or fat.

Huh?

Boy, that's a lot of car for a
lieutenant's image.

Yeah, what are you doing, picking up or
delivering?

This is a sketch of the kid with the gun,
Lieutenant.

All right, hide this car.

If impound gets any calls on it,
they haven't seen it.

They don't know where it is, they know
nothing about it, okay?

How long do we say that?

Well, we say that till we think of
something else to say.

How can anybody lose a white Rolls
convertible?

Every time this happens, I
feel like the man who marked

the side of the boat to
remember where the fish were.

Better call the manager.

That is a lot of car to lose.

Jake, Jake, why get yourself in trouble?

It's okay.

Hey, Mrs. Maclay, you don't have to
protect me.

It's all right, Jake, it's okay.

I'll call the police from the outside.

You'll never get through law school losing
cars.

It's all right, don't worry about it.

Yes, I'd like to report a stolen car.

What kind?

A white Corniche.

What color, ma'am?

A white one, I said white.

What's the model?

A convertible.

Where?

51st and 1st Avenue.

What license?

Look, do you have to know everything?

How many can there be like that in a city?

What license?

Wait a minute, I don't know if I have a
license.

Hold on a second.

200 BLA.

All right, well, we'll cancel it.

Thanks.

Rizzo strikes again.

Hi, honey.

Hi, darling, where are you?

Did you sleep well without me?

No, I didn't.

I missed you.

I miss you too.

That's very nice to hear.

Listen, Anita says thank you for lending
me to her.

She feels much better.

It was a 24-hour virus or something.
- She's all right?

Yeah, she's fine, so I'm coming home.

I mean, I was coming home.

What do you mean?

You're not going to believe this.
- Believe what?

Well, I'm trying to tell you.

I had breakfast at Rumpelmeyer's and...

and then I thought I would
go out and, you know, browse

around for that dry sink
we talked about in the hall.

Yeah, yeah, huh?
Yeah.

And, oh, I came out of the shop and the
car was gone.

I mean, that's incredible, isn't it?

I don't believe it.
- I know.

I don't believe it either.

Theo.

I just talked to the impound garage.

They got a call from the owner of the
Corniche.

It was stolen at 51st and 1st,
but funny.

It was picked up at 55th and 2nd.

Steal a car like that to take it for five
blocks.

Would you ask the owner to drop in?

To see if he can't help us buy the car,
et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

Hey, somebody arrest this guy.

Do you want this kid to cut her fingers?

Where'd you buy this junk?

I stole it.

Theo.

I couldn't locate any of the relatives to
take this child.

Look, she's all right.
Yeah, Frank?

All right.
She can't stay here.

Children's shelter, Frank?

The warm arms of a hooker, Theo?

Don't knock it.

Lieutenant, the guy who claims the hooker
rolled him is ready for the lineup.

Get the lady.

It's the last one.

Are you sure?

Oh, I assure you, I will not soon forget
the experience...

molested by that degenerate.

Alistair McNeese, salesman.

What kind of a salesman are you,
Mr. McNeese?

Bible items, religious items... wine
cups, altar cloths, things like that.

I see. Do you always carry $500 on you?

Oh, yes.

Sometimes I see an opportunity to buy
something old.

An antique.

She only had $10 on her when she was
picked up.

She hid my money.

They have ways.

Ways out?

The bartender is sure.

She never left her seat till she was
arrested.

We had a matron search her when we brought
her in.

The bartender is her partner.

He applies the alcohol and she pedals her
flesh.

May I go now?

This atmosphere is depressing me.

Oh, yes.
And thank you, Mr. McNeese.

We'll be in touch.

Thank you.

Get a make on Mr. McNeese, okay?

Because he talks funny.

What do we do with the lady?
Take her downtown?

No, no.

We still need her for a babysitter.

Okay.

Kojak

Lieutenant, I'm at the Times,
Society 6 and Photo Morgue.

The reason I'm here is that the homicide
occurred in a prominent family...

and I deduced that we might get lucky if I
looked in the Society column.

Stavros, don't deduce, okay?

Just think.

The man in the torn photo.

Do you have any idea who he is?

That's why I gave it to you, Stavros.

You see, the game is called Help the
Lieutenant.

Hell, his name is Allender.

He's a doctor.

Very high society type.

Did Carla give you any... any reason why
she did it?

No.

She just said she did it.

Said something about a marriage conceived
in Hell and hung up.

What about... what about her daughter?

We have the daughter.

Her mother is a patient of mine.

She's at a spa upstate.

I better call her and have her come back
into town.

Meanwhile, I can take care of the child.

Are you that close to the family?

Well, Joe and I... have known each other
since we were kids.

And what can anyone say about Carla?

She's a sweet...

I'm sorry.

I hope you can stop her in time.

Well, if she calls once, she may call
again.

You know, suicide potentials run a certain
pattern, as I'm sure you know, Doctor.

All you do is hope she'll call and we'll
stop her before she does anything.

It's funny. You think you...

you think you know people...

and suddenly you don't.

I thought you did.

What are you implying for that?

Doctor, I'm here to help, not to sit in
judgment.

This photo was torn in anger.

It was...

It was an escapade, a
little... romantic silliness.

We had no idea it could end up like this.

Doctor Allender.

Hello?

Carla?

Peter.

Don't frighten her.

Look, Carla.

Please, forgive me.

I just... I just heard.

No.

No, Peter.
It's all in my head.

You want to meet her?

Uh, Carla?

Can we meet?

Please?

Danielle is with the police.

I don't want her any more frightened than
she already is.

You have such a way with her.

Please take care of her.

Look, Carla.

Carla, the Disgrace is mine, for God's
sake.

You know that.

We are what we are.

God bless you.

Danielle, here's the mail.

You're welcome.

Hey, Star Road, what's wrong with that?

Oh, my.

Oh, my.

Hi, my name is Detective Crocker.

Crocker, don't you have something to do?

Lieutenant Crocker here.

Lieutenant Crocker.

Lieutenant Crocker.

I know him.

You know, I really don't understand why I
was called here.

I mean, I gave a complete description of
the car.

There can't be that many like it in the
city.

Well, I told you.

We're after a car theft ring that
specializes in stealing expensive wheels.

We feel they have a system for casing the
car before they map them.

You know, a sales girl in an expensive
boutique.

Your favorite cashier in a beauty parlor.

That's why we'd like to know your weekly
routine.

My routine?

Well, the cars, you know, places it goes
to, shops it visits.

It parked at 51st and 3rd.

It was about 10 o'clock and I went
shopping.

You said 51st and 1st.

All right, I was confused.

51st and 1st.

My friend lives on 3rd and I stayed
overnight there.

What friend?

It's none of your business.

You can think whatever the hell you like.

Later, I went browsing at antique shops.

Bartonowski's, the Colonial, Country
Place, Edwards, you know.

I came back and the car was gone.

What time?

About 11 or 12.

11 or 12.

Look, this is utterly ridiculous.

I'm being interrogated.

Look, if there's something to be discreet
about, we can do that, too.

My car was stolen because you police don't
do your job.

And you make snide little remarks about
indiscretions.

Now, if you find my car, Lieutenant,
just give me a call, all right?

Thank you.
Good day.

Um... We'd like your
fingerprints before you go.

My prints?

Well, that's just so we can distinguish...

the good girls from the bad guys.

Any other lady's car?

We canvassed the entire area where the car
was found.

We didn't find any.

If your plants knew what you were
thinking, they would wither.

Well, they saw the car at 51st and 1st.

Not even a couple wheel mates.

Stavros.

Keep trying.

Crocker!

Oh, try to get a picture of the pretty
lady, okay?

And also try not to fall in love.

Just do a little antique shopping.

She went to Bartonowski's.

She went to the country place in Edwards
Colonial, all on second annual.

After she left the car.

Crocker, you're staring.

All right,

left hand, please.

Former mobster returns to die.

Thomas J. Lenowski

comes to rest... in trunk
of white Rolls Royce convertible.

Oh, will you shut up and find it?

That's to be where it is somewhere.

Hey, nothing, nowhere.

I better go call Megan.

Not a word, not a line.

What'd you do?

Take him to emergency?

Megan, listen.

Sooner or later, they're gonna spot him in
that car.

No, you listen to me.

I've got to know if Lenowski's dead.

Maybe he's talking to the D.A.,
maybe he's with the New York Times.

How do I know till I see a stiff?

Megan, I'm telling you, we were seen at
the hotel together.

So we figure he's going to the garage.

It's big, it's quiet.

We hit him there and drive him out in his
own car.

Get him far away.

I'll close up his bill at the desk.

We'd cover ourselves clean.

But the dumb-dumb left his keys in his
room.

So we had to grab another car.

If we get a car like that, we'll be
spotted fast.

Well, I'll tell you, it better be.

I'm telling you, the cops better find him
fast.

We're dead, too.

We got lucky with the sketch of the boy
with the gun.

That's his mother over there with Rizzo.

We went to his school today, but he wasn't
there.

Mrs. Foster, this is Lieutenant Kojak.

Now, look, you are crazy.

All of you are crazy.

I don't know anything about a gun.

What would a 15-year-old kid want with a
gun, huh?

Maybe your husband knows.

My husband died in Vietnam.

Now, you listen to me.

My Andy is a good kid.

You can ask anybody.
My son is a good boy.

What are you people trying to do to me?

Don't I have enough problems?

No.

Please.

He's just a little boy.

He doesn't know anything about it.

Please.

He's just a baby.

Let the lady go.

I guess you do have enough troubles.

Claire took the way out you did.

I made it even worse.

All right, Saperstein, see how close you
can stay to the lady.

Okay.
Her son, her son's gun.

See what he's into, if anything.

Lieutenant, forensic just called from the
impound.

They're checking the prints on that car.

And so far, none of them belong to the
deceased.

How close are they to an ID?

We didn't get that far yet.

The $2 bill came from a Federal Reserve
office in Miami.

And the serial numbers check out to a bank
in Fort Lauderdale.

We sent his pictures and prints down
there.

Theo, it's Mrs. Magid.

She wants to talk to her kid.

Put a trace on that.

Yes, sir.

Well, we got a talker on our hands.

That's three calls she's made.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

Mama?

You be good.

And pretty soon, Dr. Allender will come
and take you to grandmother's.

Miss Major, this is Lieutenant Kojak.

Thank you for caring for my baby.

It's too soon.

Yes, hold on.

Lieutenant, it's a phone call.

A lady.

Shut up.

Carla?

Carla?

Who is she?

Hi.

Oh, hi.

In that tone.

Well, you see? I was
expecting a call from a lady in trouble.

I am a lady in trouble.

And I intend to make it tonight,
baby.

You can call it off if you want.

Well, I don't want.

Bye.

What can I say?

Later.

I made for the wagon.

A little for me.

And that's enough.

Why the look?

You see that guy standing over there?

Some guys drove by twice.

They were interested.

Well, what are you doing here,
huh?

Go away, pa.

Hello, Louie.

Hello, Theo.

He said he'd help.

Why isn't he helping?

They take you to a cop when you're in
trouble.

Theo, you're doing something?

Well, I'm trying.

Theo, is my son.

Whatever he is, he's my son.

So he stole from the gangsters?

That Failish, you know the kind of
bloodsucker he is?

He stole from him?

Even if he stole from the church.

He's my son.

Come on, Louie, I'll give you a drive back
to the restaurant.

Why Saperstein's car?

Somebody stole my tires.

Sure, right.

You want to hear something that'll blow
your mind?

It'll be a pleasure.

In a hundred years, the plastics will be
our antiques.

Yes, sir.

Well, it's something to think about.

That's what the guys in the antique stores
told me.

Now, why don't you give me something else
to think about?

Janice Maclay of the White Rose Convertible,
wife of Frederick Maclay, the artist.

Now, did she buy anything in her store,
didn't she?

Not at Bartonowski.

She was never there.

Are you sure?

Very.

Bartonowski got a shipment of 18th century
and they had to inventory it.

They were closed all day.

They never saw it, Janice Maclay.

So, this is where they photograph House
Beautiful, I'm sure.

Thank you.

Mr. Bartonowski tells me that you're very
good with antiques.

Do you go to the Hotel Alphonse?

Not in ages.

You don't mind?

No.

Bartonowski's was closed yesterday for
inventory.

First you investigate me, then you
interrogate me.

Are you intimating I had something to do
with the theft of my own car?

Well, there are many different reasons for
stealing $50,000.

Your manner has gotten quite ugly.

Mrs. Maclay, I ask the questions,
you answer them.

And that's how this
public servant, who's failing

to keep the streets of
New York safe, does it.

But there are other approaches,
I'm sure.

I'm Nate.

Teddy, this is Lieutenant Kojak.

Hello, how are you?

Hello, Lieutenant.

Have you found Jan's car?

Well, where's Ryan?

I'm sure.

That was the gallery on the phone.

A client will buy two paintings if he can
meet me.

I'll get your coat.

I've developed a new following.

People now look at my work and they use,
how does he do it with that broken body?

Well, I don't do it with my body,
I do it with my mind.

When I see what I feel, I could do it with
a brush between my teeth.

If I sound bitter, it's because I am.

Mr. Maclay, have you been to the Hotel
Alphonse lately?

I don't go anywhere.

I don't care to go anywhere, except
possibly out that window, and I would have

done that long ago, if it were not for Jan
pouring life into me.

Each day, each moment,
I exist solely for the

joy of looking at her
with my artist's eye.

Forgive me, I sensed the
moment we met that you

were a man with an
ear for pain in the night.

That call was for you, Lieutenant?

Yeah.

Lieutenant, we're waiting for you to come
back.

As what, a water lily?

Fort Lauderdale just called.

You know the body in the trunk,
all right.

Thomas J.
Lenowski.

The old syndicate chief?

The same.

He was invited to leave town some years
ago by his heir apparent.

What do you think about it?

Are you okay?

Gather your rose buds while you may,
baby.

There's a chill in here.

This lady?

Yeah.

I'm sure she comes in here often.

Oh, yeah?

What for?

Your daiquiris?

In the action.

Hey, she's a swinger, a high-class picker.

Go figure.
All set money and class.

Yeah, right.

Lieutenant, the hotel officer
says Lenowski had room

service charge of three
drinks, different kinds.

No other activity on his account,
no calls.

Well, he had at least two visitors,
so the drinks were all different, right?

One of them was tall, we know that,
because the car seat was back,

and the lady is neither tall nor fat.

Lenowski's wallet and car keys were in his
room.

That's why he had no ID on them.

That's why they didn't use his car.

What's that?

Three, four, five, F-E-M.

Uh, 200 BLA.

Where's that car?

It'll take a little time checking all the
plates.

Why, you're at a check for a white Rolls
-Royce convertible.

Oh, well, I know if that one was here.

No, it hasn't been here in a long time.

Well, your book shows that it's still in
the garage.

Oh, well, people get impatient,
they just drive out.

What happens if we find your prints on it?

Then I'm in trouble.

It's called race, just die, weight of
evidence.

I'm a law student.

I thought it was race, just die.

No, that's very good, but you're a little
old-fashioned.

I'm talking courtroom law, you're talking
classical.

Okay, plead your case, counselor.

I told you what I know.

No more, Jake.

I think it happened when a guy came to the
office.

He, uh, started talking to me.

I was reading one of my law books.

I heard an engine roar, by then the car
was out of the garage.

All right, take him downtown, show him
some pictures.

No, no, no, wait, wait, wait.

As soon as I get off work, okay,
I need this job, please.

Would you be on time, counselor?

I'm a very crabby judge.

Uh, put a tail on Oliver Wendell Holmes.

There was a call from your office, someone
named Rindone to see you at his restaurant.

Oh, thanks.

And I talked to Carla's mother.

She said of course you can set up her
phone to trace any incoming calls.

She'll be back in her apartment as soon as
she can get into the city.

Good.

I heard the medical
examiner's report said

that Joseph Magic was
drunk enough for ten men.

Now, if Carla majored calls, you'd tell
her that's a good case for self-defense.

But don't panic her.
We need her to keep calling.

Dr. Allender.

Uh, give me Lieutenant Kojak.

It's for you.

Yeah.

Hey, lieutenant, there was a guy around
the impound asking about his white Rolls.

What'd he say?

Well, he wanted to know if we picked up
his white Rolls convertible.

And I told him what you told me to say.

That we don't have a car like that here.

Well, he couldn't believe me.

He says to look again, because we gotta be
blind.

All right, stay loose, Rizzo.

He's got a shell, just like we want him
to.

That killer needs proof.

Manhattan South, Detective Supervisor K.

Meet a complainant at Rindone's
Restaurant, 174 Grand Street.

Regardless of 10-10 suspicious persons,
use caution, K.

Manhattan South, Detective Supervisor 10
-4.

Theo, he came back, like you tell him.

He was sitting in the
back, eating, and I called

to call you, to tell you
to come and eat with us.

And they come with their guns.

Now, where'd he go?
- I don't know.

He went around the corner.

They go after him.

Thomas!

Thomas, it's Kojak!

Watch out!

I told you!

I told you!

Now, shut up and tell me later.

Kojak, tell me!

I'm scared, Papa.

All right, all right.

He won't help me, Papa.

All right, all right.

He don't want to!

All right, all right.

Kojak, what do you say?

So I said to the chief, it's going to cost
you two days' pay to get a suit like this

clean, don't you understand?

In other words, you're canceling out
tonight.

No, I'm not canceling out tonight.

Let me get this straight in my mind.

You're calling to tell me you got your
clothes dirty.

I'm calling to ask you if you still like
cops, and that's why I'm calling.

You know something.

You never called to ask me how I feel
about you.

That's the trouble with our relationship.

You're too sure of it.

Theo, if you're calling, something is
wrong.

And I know what it is.

You didn't catch any crooks today.

You can con my old man.

He can't con me.

I'm going to die.

They're going to kill me, and I'm going to
die.

Because I took from a lousy hood.

Once.

Just once, I swear on my mother's grave.

From a hood who stole it in the first
place.

But you walk around with a gold shield,
and you take money for upholding the law.

You get a paycheck for protecting people's
lives.

And you do nothing for it.

Nothing.

And they let you live.

Thomas.

Thomas.

Theo?

Theo?

Yeah, well, it's just a little admirer.

So let's see, we picked up a hooker for
rolling a guy who looks like a nut,

investigated a homicide, and
the assailant is a mother with two

kids who is going to kill herself
unless we get there in time.

We're looking for a kid whose mother is a
junkie and he's armed.

Oh, yeah.

There's also a body in the trunk of a white
Rolls-Royce convertible and like that.

That's us.

Solid.

You know, when we talk, it's so
meaningful.

Yes, Theo, it's still on for tonight.

That's why I'm calling.

You can't make it, right?

Hey, baby, I'm sorry.

Sure.

Darling, maybe it's too tough for you to
meet in the middle of the week.

Yeah, it is.

It's also tough on weekends, but I'll tell
you something.

It makes every tomorrow worthwhile,
baby, just as long as it happens.

If you want to try.

I want to try.

Tomorrow?

As I lift and as I breathe, okay?

Shalom.

Lieutenant?

Still eating fatso?

It's in front of yours outside.

We're waiting to talk to you.

All right, what's the good word,
Frankie?

Make it fast, all right?

Because I got a telephone call to make.

I got the Failish for you.

He says Rindone shamed him and that has to
be settled.

I think he already tried.

He says he's going to keep on trying.

And sooner or later he's going to spit on
Rindone's grave.

And it'll be even.

And if you get in the
middle, he'll blow your way

too, so there's no sense
in talking to him, is there?

Well, that kind of a day for me.

You set it up anyway, huh?

What the hell?