03x12 - A Long Way from Times Square

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This witness to a few will
blow the case against you.

And how long will the
criminal have the judge wear it?

Mr. Dumkey.

Look at you, Frank, will you?

That fat fish wiggling and
jiggling his way off our light.

Maybe O'Brien just got scared.

Maybe he thought
somebody was following him.

Maybe he'll call any minute
and apologize for not showing up.

He's just a little nebbish.

Got to be frightened
testifying against Dumkey.

Well, I'm scared, Frank.

Frank's scared that
Dumkey's going to walk free.

I don't like barracudas who
shake down public officials

and then k*ll them when
they try to come clean.

Did you just locate a Mr. Michael
O'Brien 20 minutes ago?

Dead.

He went to the store last
night and on his way home

somebody laid a pipe across the side
of his skull and dragged him in here.

Yeah, no money was taken, Lieutenant, so
maybe it was some kind of a thrill k*lling.

Gentlemen, six months
ago this conscientious

citizen inadvertently
witnessed an argument

between Joe Dumkey and
the late Councilman Kane.

Now, Dumkey says he never
even met the Councilman,

so forget about the
muggings and the thrills.

This death was Dumkey's
salvation, and I hate him for it.

All right, where do we go from here?

Well, we got a one-week at
German for whatever that's worth.

I suppose we could get lucky.

Oh, and how's that?

I mean, we find a typewritten
confession by Dumkey

that fell out of his pocket
and we didn't see it anywhere.

Is that it?

Come on, there is an Arnie
Saxler somewhere out there.

He could be a witness against Dumkey.

Excuse me, Lieutenant,
we did find one black glove.

Now, it could have belonged to the k*ller.

It's on its way to the lab.

Could have belonged to the k*ller.

We're clutching at straws in this one.

That's the only thing I know for sure.

As for Arnie Saxler, well, look,

we've not had one clue where
he is in the last three months,

which suggests to me very strongly

Dumkey terminated his
employment and his mob

the same way he terminated
poor Mr. O'Brien down there.

Oh, I'm back home and got the blues
And I took off my wandering shoes

Guess there's living that you must
try Never thinking someday you'll cry

Oh, it's a long way from
Times Square And I left a

dream lying there But there
must be someone for me.

Someone who cares

A long way from Times Square.

Arnold Saxler, New York City.

Two-Bagger-12 to base.

Go ahead, Two-Bagger-12.

I have a 390-D possible T-380 suspect.

What was the color of that
truck that was hit last night?

If Chief Washburn's around, he'll remember.



Okay.

Arnold B. Saxler, age 32,


Two-Bagger-12, color of
truck that was hit was light blue.

Then I got him.





Were you watching that jury today?

I mean, they want to nail Dumpke so bad.

They just need a little more help.

O'Brien would have
sewn up that case for sure.

Yeah.

Lieutenant, BCI called.

Apparently Crocker
found a hold card with them

and their information
unit on one Arnold Saxler.

I'd ask Crocker, but he's not back yet.

Who's Arnold Saxler?

When our dead witness, Mr.

O'Brien, heard Kane and
Dumpke arguing on the street,

Saxler chased him.

Saxler was Dumpke's driver.

He disappeared.

Well, he just popped up
in Santa Flora, Nevada.

He's being held on a
hit-and-run, leaving the scene,

and checking out his New York license,

any warrants against him, et cetera.

Frank, Saxler's testimony could
send Dumpke up to Hudson.

Maybe he even saw the m*rder.

Saxler's testimony could
send him under the Hudson,

and a lot faster.

He'd be crazy to testify against Dumpke.

And his shoes? I wouldn't.

Yeah?

Well, listen.

Arnie, suppose we include you with Dumpke.

in the m*rder charges.

You can't make that stick.

So I'll make it look like it's not
sticking because we made a deal.

My stoolies let Dumpke know
you plan to testify against him.

How long before you get hit, Arnie?

One day, two days?

So? And if I do testify,
that gets me k*lled, too.

Oh, no, baby.

You get on the stand and
send Dumpke to Attica,

and the guys who move
into his territory will probably

send you champagne and
give you a kiss on both cheeks.

You'll be a hero.

I'll see to it.

Now, you help me, or
I'll never get off your back.

All right, all right.

See?

You know, you can be a
very intimidating personality.

All right, so we'll get
us a peanut for Saxler.

Nevada has to turn him over to us anyway
under that witness reciprocity agreement.

Stavros, if you please,

get the chief out there on the phone.

Yes.

We have to send two men,
maybe Vine and Crocker.

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

If you're gonna convince Arnie that you
personally will railroad him into big trouble

if he doesn't testify,
then you go out there.

You play the big bully lieutenant

who drops everything for him.

You're obsessed. You'll stop at nothing.

There's a weekend coming up.

The doctor can sit in for me until then.

I'll take, uh...

Crocker.

Yeah, I know, I know. I saw Stavros.

McNeil.

Yeah, just a second.

Chief Washburn coming in on the line.

Yeah, Chief Washburn, this is Lieutenant
Kojak, Manhattan South Detectives.

It's about Arnold Saxler.

Manhattan?

Uh, it's a borough.

A borough? It's a part of New York City.

What can I tell you?
The borough of Manhattan, like that.

Yes, sir.

Well, the problem is, can
you hold him a few days?

We need him as a witness in a m*rder case.

Yeah, just a second.

He'll stall around for about 48 hours.

Can we get a subpoena
that fast?

For sure.

Not to offend your
Western hospitality, Chief,

but in relation to the borough of
Manhattan, where is Santa Flora?

You just fly into Reno,
rent yourself a car,

and then you got about a
two-hours drive east, Santa Flora.

Mm-hmm.

It's your thing, Lieutenant. Count on it.

Who you calling, Saxler?

My friends back home in Quarry.

Well, you said you're gonna
keep my car, so I gotta get a lift.

Don't worry, I'll make it collect.

Well, you tell them that you'll
be needing no lift for quite a while.

I got enough for bail.

Cash!

What is this? What are you talking about?

Well, we're holding you.

Professional courtesy to NYPD.

They're getting a subpoena on you, Saxler.

Some lieutenant wants you
on the stand back there. Bad.

Yeah, uh, I want to make a
collect call to Quarry, Nevada,

to the police station, person-to-person,

to Deputy Chief B.J. Hawker.

This is Arnie Saxler.

Don't worry, he'll take it.

Be better.

Oh, it's a long way from Times
Square And I left a dream lying there

But there must be someone for me.

Someone who cares.

A long way from Times Square.

Forty-two hours.

I mean, not even forty-two hours, and
you said you'd hold him for two full days.

Lieutenant Kojak, at the time I spoke
to you, I didn't know he was a fugitive,

wanted by another Nevada police force.

Now, I cannot hold a prisoner
when a far more serious

offense has been committed
elsewhere in the county.

What offense was this, Chief?

Well, the night before he drove
up here, got drunk and hit that car,

he robbed the grocery
store down there in Quarry.

Their deputy chief picked him up
here, oh, about two o'clock this morning.

They only got three men.

Chief Peck, Deputy Chief Hawker, and
any volunteer they could pin a badge on.

Well, Quarry, I got to make Santa Florida
look like the big avocado run here, right?

Yeah, Lieutenant, we do
Quarry jokes all the time.

Like, um, it gets so hot in Quarry,
you can fry an egg in the street.

Can't fry two eggs, too small for that.

That's your starter, Chief.

Now, would it be big enough for a
teensy-weensy little dot on this map?

Uh, yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

See here, yeah.

Now, you drive right out this road here.

It's the only way to get there, until the
freeway that building cuts through there.

What's your aim out there?

Well, my aim is to talk them into
seeing a m*rder case in New York.

It's a little more urgent
than their grocery store.

Them desert rats, oh,
you got to be kidding.

Why, they tell me folks
in Quarry wouldn't pay

a penny to watch an
aunt stack a ton of hay.

Much less worry about anything in New York.

Well, wish you luck, but
don't count on it much.

They don't generally
take kindly to outsiders.

Well, tell me how a mobster like Saxler
hits on Quarry, Nevada to hide out in.

Well, that's where Saxler grew up.

That's his hometown.

Yep, country boy, just came
back home to be with friends.

That's all.

It's a heat ride for
rattlesnakes and desert rats.

I say, food, drink, massage, girls,
girls, girls, got something, Crocker?

I didn't know 42nd
Street extended this far, in

a way it looks like Times
Square, too, doesn't it?

I've got no room but
that's what you're here for.

I beg your pardon?

How come, you Vegas hooligans,
hides a few sh**t under your armpit?

Madam, we're not from Las Vegas.

We're police officers from Manhattan.

It's New York City.

I'm Detective Crocker
and this is Lieutenant Kojak.

Weed's my name, Lily Weed.

But don't you make dumb jokes about it.

I've heard them all.

They're from New York.

What the heck brought you out here?

Looking for the chief of police.

And maybe a local magistrate.

Quinlan's his name, Howard Quinlan.

He's okay.

And the sheriff, he's okay, too.

Joe Peck.

You better get yourself
a room while I got one.

Oh, them highway workers.

They come down here nice
and they grab every bear I've got.

Come on, Kojak.

Miss Weed, if anybody
calls, I'll be back about six.

You folks know each other?

They're looking for the same people.

I'm Lieutenant Kojak and this is
Detective Crocker from New York City.

Hi, I'm Penny Rosell.

She's a lawyer.

A lady lawyer.

I like that.

Actually, I'm a public defender.

I just came up from Santa
Florida to talk to my defendant.

See what other trouble he got himself into.

Arnold Saxler?

How many defendants can there
be in a town the size of one fried egg?

You know, Miss Rosell, maybe we
could talk together about your client.

I need Saxler in New York
to testify in a trial for us.

I don't know too much
about the situation yet.

I'm going to meet Judge
Quinlan and Chief Peck soon.

And I'm afraid that anything that my client
has to say to me is privileged information.

But I sure wouldn't mind
having some company for supper.

Sure.

Mr. Jensen, I don't care
how many acres you own.

I can't put acres in a bank.

Now, this is $1,400 lost in
an honest game of roulette.

Excuse me a minute.

I am going to knock with three.

Three?

That's right.

Maybe I got layoffs.

Hold it.

Defy Hawker?

Listen, Hawker, there are a
couple of strangers in town.

Right.

Two cops from New York got
to be wanting to know about you.

Unless they're tough luck, not mine.

I suppose they pop in here.

You better get back in there.

We can play it through the bars.

You still listening in, Verna?

Just checking the
circuits, B.J., that's all.

Well, make sure you check
everything coming out of the motel.

And let me know right off.

I'll get you the party's
names in a few minutes.

Here you are now.

Right here.

I'll get them.

It's the first cavern out back here.

Excuse me.

When you're finished, that's my pen.

We just signed in and forgot my pen.

Finders keepers.

Finders keepers?

You gotta be kidding.

What is this, nursery
school? It's my pen.

Hey, pal, a pen.

Don't you touch me.

Whatever turns you on.

Losers weepers.

Can I get you something like
stamps and paper?

It's fine.

Fine, huh?

Thank you.

Well?

Now, as I was saying,
Mr. Quinlan, I am Penny Rosell.

Public defender's office in Santa Flora.

Trying to catch up with a defendant.

Mr. Saxler.

Well, you don't look like no lawyer to me.

Does that help you in court or hinder you?

Haven't been in court
that much to know yet.

What do you think?

Well, I think anybody who shells out taxes

so you can practice law on Arnie
Saxler ought to get paid back.

The day you hang out your shingle looking
for a hundred an hour, that's what I think.

Well, maybe I'll never
do that, Mr. Quinlan.

Maybe I'll just be a lifetime
sucker for the underdog.

I'm a woman.

It's easy.

Excuse me.

Chief Peck? -Yeah.

I'm Lieutenant Kojak.

I'm with the New York Police Department.

This is Detective Crocker.

New York?

What borough would
that be?

Borough?

Manhattan.

You've heard of it?

Of course.

What can I tell you?

I'd better go check out
these New Yorkers personal.

Never fear, Arnie.

B.J.'s here.

I got me a lieutenant of
detectives in New York City.

Making what, a year? About 20, 30,000?

You know something, Chief?

Oranges are a quarter
of a piece in New York.

Apples? Priceless.

Well, anyhow, I got me you and I got
me that lady lawyer all the way out here

just to try to get a little
operator like Arnie off the hook.

Now, Kojak, Arnie busted in here.

And he swiped some morphine that Judge
Quinlan had in the refrigerator for Doc Ewing.

And he don't deny it.

It doesn't make any
difference if he confessed.

He still has a right to a defense.

That's the all-darnedest
thing I ever heard.

It's a basic principle of law.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

Listen, Mr.

Quinlan, Justice Quinlan
Postmaster, Your Honor.

And victim, Quinlan.

I'm not trying to get
Arnie's sex off the hook.

I just want to borrow him.

Oh, and since he's
been arrested for a felony,

it's up to you, Judge, to decide
whether to let me have him or not.

This testimony could end
the career of a major criminal.

m*rder*r, extortionist.

If we take our eyes off of Arnie
for one second, he's going to run.

I grew up with it.

It was best of friends. I know him.

Willie Weed told us that Arnie's got
himself a good set-up over at the Maverick.

Why would he run away from that?

To stay out of jail.
The rap was long enough.

Now, you know, Howard, there
was nine sh*ts of morphine stolen,

and I only found wrappings for
three of them in the trunk of his car.

Now, if I can just find one
person he gave a sh*t to,

that's supplying.

And that's a couple years, right? Right.

Arnie's not coming back here
to do no two years on the farm.

If we let him go, we're going to lose him.

Somehow I know it.

Why isn't he going to jump
bail and take off on you anyhow?

Bail on Arnie Saxler's 50,000.

That's outrageous!

For what he's
charged with? Oh, Mr.

Quinlan, I request a mo...
Request denied, hearing adjourned.

I don't suppose Saxler
might get a speedy trial

and be judge innocent,
do you, Your Honor?

Kojak, this case is open and shut.

Why? Why?

Well, come on back here and take a look.

He forced the back door from the outside.

Well, anybody could have jimmied this.

Well, now, looky here.

He just makes all our
hard work look so simple.

Well, now, of course,
there was another lock.

Here it is. Look.

That's evidence? In an unlocked safe?

Well, I got to get in and
out for stamps, don't I?

Of course, you dusted that for prints, huh?

Yep. Full of right index and thumb.

Matches Arnie's.

The snips he used was
in the trunk of the car.

Uh, what time was the burglary?

Well, I came by here
Friday night about 9.30.

Saw the lock cut off
and the door half open.

Oh.

In a few short hours, you, uh,

you took fingerprints
and you pinned it on Arnie.

You know something? I'm impressed.

Look, I saw him running
outside across the field.

Then when I found out his
morphine was gone, I said,

Your old buddy sure picked himself up
some bad habits when he was in New York.

Yeah, well, I'd like at
least to talk to Arnie,

you know, maybe try to
get a little help from him.

Since I've come such a long way.

Well, now we'll just
have to think about that.

You staying over at Lily's?

Yes.

Crocker, Betty.

Uh, I'll be waiting for your call.

Maybe you just better follow up if
you say Arnie was selling that morphine.

Read that last number back to me.



Now, what's the point of all this?

Frank, I'm with a lovely lady, you know,

and she's been keeping
track of every car from Vegas

that's been out here
in the last three months.

The mob or somebody's trying
to put this flyspeck on the map.

Yeah, gambling, good times,
naughty ladies, you name it.

I just want to know the names involved.

I didn't send you out there to
solve some other town's problems.

Well, I think Cory sees this
as a goldmine, not a problem.

I see it as a problem.

When people start
trying to bully you, I die.

Anyhow, Frank, I need
another couple of days.

Why?

They're not gonna let Saxler out of
the state because of that drug robbery.

Frank, what drug robbery?

These people, you know what they do?

They sh**t at signs,
they drive off the road,

they open a bottle of beer with a pair
of pliers, they burp a couple of times,

but they don't know
diddly-winks about morphine.

There's no way Saxler sh*t three tubes,

drove 80 miles to Santa
Flora, got drunk, etc. here.

Hiya, Captain.

No way they lifted Prince off the lock.

Anyhow, if he wanted dr*gs,

he could have gotten
them from his Vegas partner.

Put Kojak on.

Yeah.

Lieutenant?

Yeah, Frank, if I can prove
this whole robbery is a setup

by Arnie's friends to protect
him from our subpoena,

I'll take my case to the county

and try and get the charges dropped.

Now, we got three days left on
the adjournment, right?

All right.

Might as well make use of them.

But keep me posted and be careful.

I mean, you did see bad day at
Black Rock, didn't you? Loved it.

Spencer Tracy, right?

And he only had one arm. We'll do fine.

Talk to you tomorrow, Frank.
I didn't like that job.

Extension on this line?

Well, look, if Burner's on the switchboard,

I suppose there's no
telling who she switched in.

Huh.

Did you run him out legal?

Not unless they get
into some kind of trouble.

Well, I think Cooper and I
should be able to arrange that.

I'm lending you this deputy badge.

Don't try and steal it
or tell me you lost it.

Give me back my magazine.

Hey, son, thanks, man.

Well, ain't all everything, partner.

Don't worry.

Oh, excuse me, Captain.

What is it, Stavros?

On that black glove we found
at the scene of O'Brien's m*rder.

You got a lab report?

Yeah.

There are traces of
rust in it from the pipe.

The m*rder*r wore it for sure.

Furthermore, the k*ller sweated enough
for them to get a blood typing on him.

He's AB negative.

Well, that's something to go on.

Well, I got more, Captain.

I got more.

The gloves come in for mentally.

Number two, there's only one store on


And among the more recent credit
card purchasers, we have one Mr.

A.C. Klinger.

Klinger, I know that name.

He's a button man.

He moved out to Las Vegas a couple
of years ago, and from what I heard,

he's working for
Dumkey's brother out there.

Of course.

Dumkey's brother.

One brother does the other a favor.

He sends in a hitman to take out a witness.

Where's Klinger now?

We can prove that
he's the right blood type.

I got Saperstein out checking
all the midtown hotels, Captain.

Good.

Oh, Captain.

Yeah?

Lieutenant, how's he making out in Nevada?

Getting Arnie Saxler back here to testify

is turning out to be the
major problem of the year.

He's got three days to clinch this

or the trial goes to jury as is,

and as is just isn't good enough.

Yes, we have no bananas.

Klinger's in room 306.

Yeah? All right. You go up to
his room, I'll go around the back.

Okay.

Oops. Wait a minute.
Forget it. There he is now.

Klinger, police!

Hey, you saw it. You're cops.
It wasn't my fault.

He's dead.

Yeah.

Well, we're all gonna catch Dumkey now.

It's all up to the lieutenant.

You try and get photo
stats of the booking sheet,

notarized statements from the
arresting officer, Chief Washburn.

You know, he looks like
a man who'll cooperate.

Right. Be careful. I'll see you
tomorrow morning, okay?

Okay, kid.

Oh, have you ever heard about here?

Once upon a time was the wind.

Ah, and a few chickens cackling.

Ah, it was a nice kind of lonely.

Hey, Lily, how come you have at
least a butt or a punk like Garnie?

Oh, well, I was getting old and tired,

and I had no idea he was running around
with them punks in New York, like you said.

Tell him about this Vegas hooligan.

He tells me that unless I
give him a lease to the motel,

some drunk might come after me.

Oh, it's easy to break a
hip at your age, he says.

Oh, like I don't know it.

You know, Lily, the thought of
anyone so much as breaking your heart

brings out my Wyatt
Earp syndrome full force.

Lieutenant, let me buy you a drink.

Hear what's happening in New York.

That's him. That's Suggie.

Size him up, cr*cker.

We're on our way, partner.

Excuse me. Think I could have one
of those little black cigars of yours?

Mm.

Take two, baby.

Lily, who loves you?

I'm Fred Sutton. Go-Jack, rocker.

Desert grapevine, can't b*at it.

So, let me show you how
we're shaping up the place, huh?

Olsen here is famous
for his banana daiquiris.

Anything without a banana.

A bottle of beer.

A friend of mine, understand?

Oh, yeah, I understand.

Looks like you got everything
going your way around here.

You know it.

When that freeway cuts through
here, this town, it's gonna be booming.

Three bars going on, three bars.
That's 50 bucks.

I ain't got no 50 bucks here.

You wanna complain, complain outside.

I wanna get paid, that's what I want.

That's the sweet potato ripped off my pen.

Yeah, well, forget it.
I'll buy you another.

Hey, mister, you saw me.

I didn't stick no quarters in
my pocket, right? Sorry, Mac.

I was watching the
young lady go by.

You're lying.

Hey, wait a minute, pal.

Crocker.

Maybe you think I'm lying, Junior.

Hey, if you just admit to ripping off
my pen, then I won't call anybody a liar.

Oh, come on, buddy.

Why don't you just take
the guy outside and forget it?

I don't take orders from you.

I know g*ns in here, so hand it over.

Well, you see, I'm a police
officer, so don't worry about it now.

He's a deputy.

You gotta give him
your g*n if he tells you to.

I'm gonna hold it, Buster.
One thing we don't wanna do is fight.

Kick your head up!

Deposit.

Waste!

Mind is keeping!

What in the world is going on here?

These two picked a fight with Ope.

Why, you lying little cheat.

Now, he's kinfolk, so
you just shut your mouth.

Okay, it's all over.
Somebody clean up this place. Let's go.

Outside!

I gave you the bag.

Put it on! Poke a little
hole in it with the pen.

Shut up!

Assume the position.

Are you kidding?

Arrest that whole damn place, not us.

Take the g*ns, Ope.

Let's go.

I swear, you either hand that
over or I'll k*ll you for resisting arrest.

You too, 30 grand.
You ain't no big deal out here.

And you had to tell him he
was lying about your pen.

It would have happened anyway.

Yeah, sure.

Let's go.

Come on! Come on, let's go!

You go in the jail.

Yes, I heard you, Miss Weed.

Yeah, but I'd rather not believe it.

Disturbing the peace?

Call Chief Peck. Numbers 3-7-5.

And don't say nothing on the phone.

I think you don't want strangers to know.

Get me Stavros on the double.

Right away.

Do you get that,
nosy? Morning, Lily.

Where's Bobby and Theo?

Jail.

I tell you what, honey.

I mean, you want the three of clubs, baby.

I'll give you the three of clubs.

You just tell me all about
Dumpke k*lling Councilman Cain.

You know, it's the
funniest offer I ever got.

Honey, it won't be so funny when
Dumpke sends his torpedoes out here

to k*ll the rumors I started by
just sh**ting off your mouth to me.

You did get that word that you'd k*ll.

You're bluffing, Kojak.

What are they going to find out anyhow?

You see, by the time I
get out of trouble here,

well, Dumpke's trial
is going to be all over.

So I'm no thr*at to testify.

Because you can't take me anywhere.

What's the name of
this game?

Genski.

Deputy Chief Hawker.

Captain McNeil.

Chief Peck, he's going
over to get the magistrate.

Well, then let me talk
to Lieutenant Kojak.

It's for you.

All right, bring it over.
Where am I going?

Yeah.

In Greek, you
understand?

Yes, sir.

Frank, have you got something
to tell me? I understand.

Hold on.

Yes.

One of the licenses, the numbers,

belongs to Dumpke and his brother.

And he's a bad guy in Las Vegas.

Oh, all right.

That explains something.

If anything happens here, I'll call you.

All right.

Adios.

It's French for goodbye.

Well finished, Hawker.

I wonder how he's so cool.

Dumpke's brother?

His silent partner in Vegas.

That's who one of those
license plate checks back to.

That's why he's not afraid
of getting bumped off.

It's all one happy family.
They're all in business together.

I'd still take him back if I could.

Yeah, take him back, put him on a stand.

Make him deny O'Brien's deposition.

Maybe he could sign up for perjury.

He knows that. That's why his
friends invent this crime for him.

So we can't take him out of the States.

Dumpke's trial is over.

He gets off on some
technicality or something.

B.J., let him out.

Five days for disturbing the
peace and resistant arrest.

Sentence suspended.

Providing you get out in an hour.

Mr. Quinlan. Yes, Judge.

May I show Your Honor some
records and sworn statements

from members of the Santa
Flora Police Department?

You, too, Chief Peck.

Well, thank you.

These records show
that Arnie Saxler's car

was reported for
hitting a parked vehicle.

at 11.30 Sunday night in Santa Flora.

But Deputy Hucker claims
that he saw Saxler here

outside the store in Corey
at 9.30 the same night.

So?

Couple hours to get to Santa Flora?

That's about right.

Your Honor, this updated
report on the accident

shows that the vehicle
was actually hit at 9.45.

You see, the lady who reported the accident

simply didn't get around to
calling the police until 11.30.

It happened two hours
earlier than it was reported.

So what did you do,
Hucker? Get the 11.


Santa Flora Police?

Fake the details about
seeing Arnie here at 9.


would come out right, eh?

Maybe you robbed that morphine, Hucker.

Because there's no way Saxler
was in both cities at the same time.

Or you're just trying to be a buddy

and keep him from having
to go back to New York.

Heck no.

I seen somebody.

Could have sworn it was Arnie.

Maybe it wasn't.

Damn you, Hucker, you got
a lot of questions to answer.

Case dismissed.

You want Saxler Kojak?

You got your right to him.

Mr. Quinlan, thank you.

Your honor.

I tried, Arnie.

Got myself in a mess, too.

Yeah, well, you just
get in touch with Sutton.

He'll come up with an angle for both of us.

And you tell him he'd better.

Unless he wants me testifying
against his boss's brother.

And that's no idle thr*at, either.

Lily, baby, my fat friend will
write you a thank you note or else.

You ever get to New
York? If I ever do.

And if you ever need
any heavyweight legal help

on those loopholes in
the lease, you call me.

I'll have the DA himself talk to you.

Bye, Lily.

Hi, Kojak.

Who loves you?

Ah.

I want to apologize for
what happened, Lieutenant.

Quinlan and me jumped to conclusions,

and we're sorry about that.

And, uh, yeah, we feel
just a little bit stupid.

About that whole setup over there, too.

About, uh, letting it get out of hand.

I appreciate the apology, Chief.

I don't hear too many of them in New York.

I called Santa Flora about an hour ago.

He should find a patrol car heading
his way pretty quick to escort you back.

Thanks.

We'll drop you both at postcard. Bye now.

What's the matter?

Got a heart att*ck.

Yeah.

All right.

How long ago did this
happen? Three minutes.

Okay.



Okay, cuff him.

Roll him in the ditch.

Get his shirt off first.

Hello.
Here comes our escort.

I don't know why you deserve
such royal treatment, Saxler.

Better stop and see what he wants, huh?

Just blast that whole damn car through!

Stay down! Get down!

Sutton! What are you doing?

It's me, Arnie!

You think they're gonna k*ll two cuffs
to save your scrawny neck?

No way.

You're the one with the
axe over Dumkey's neck.

I can't get a sh*t at
him! Neither can he.

Give me a g*n or I'll k*ll him!

All right, tell me something
I want to know, Arnie.

Tell me or I'll slam on the brakes
and hand you over right here.

Okay.

Okay!

Dumkey k*lled Constable Cade!

I saw it! I was driving him that night!

Tell them it's black!

A g*n!

He always carried it around for protection,

and then we threw it in the Kiwanis Canal.

Look, Mark, cowboys and Indians.

Just like the movies.

Hang on!

Rotten double-crosses.

Don't forget that on the stand, Saxler.

I certainly will, yes, sir.

Division Commander, I want
you to make out a detailed report.

Oh, Frank, if I make out a detailed
report, we can set up a meeting.

The only thing we missed
out there was a stampede.

Well, welcome back to the subway.

Captain.

Captain, this is the g*n they dragged
up from the bottom of the canal.

Ballistics says it's the same one that
fired the sh*ts that k*lled the councilman.

The manufacturer still has the records.

Can you believe it?

Dumkey bought it ten years ago in Florida.

Beautiful.

We got this, our singer Canary Saxler,

and that's the beginning
and the end of Dumkey.

Excuse me, Captain.

Lieutenant, you know
this cactus you broke

back where all this
white stuff fell over it?

You know what they call it?

They call it the little old lady cactus.

Perfect souvenir of this
Lily Weed character, right?

Hey, Frank, don't knock her.

You know, if my old man
had met her 50 years ago,

I guess we might have been the
sheriff of Polka Plas these days.

Would you like to see it again, partner?