01x21 - Therapy in Dynamite

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Here's the pitch.
Line drive, base hit into left field.

Another one? What did you do...
buy me a lima bean and gift wrap it 10 times?

It's something you need, Karla.
It's something you'll treasure forever.

Another Wonder Woman
pencil sharpener for my drafting table?

Probably.

Oh, no!

Whoa!
I love it! I love it!

A Minnie Mouse watch!

Every other art director in this city
will eat his heart out when he sees that,

them and their
Mickey Mouse watches, right?

Oh, Alice,
you are a sweetheart.

Ooh!

Look at that. Her two little hands
are sticking straight down.

Like a watch.
Just like a watch or else
she's standing on her fingertips.

Well, I've got to go.

Oh, no, Alice. Don't go.

Yeah. I promised my roommate
I'd help her make some pillows tonight.

But it's my birthday!
Oh.

Happy birthday
again, love.
Thanks.

See you both
in the morning.
Okay, Alice. Take it easy.

Bye-bye.
Good night.

Hey, listen.
If you'd, um, like to finish this off,

why don't I pick up a little champagne
and, uh, we'll take it to your place?

Finish the rest of that cake?
Mm-hmm.

Don't be silly. I always
freeze my old birthday cakes.
Hmm?

Anyone want to come home and see
my collection of old birthday cakes?

Alex.

How many this time, Walton?
One girl... a secretary that
works upstairs, Alice Fisher.

How bad?
She'll be lucky
to make it to the hospital.

Is this the real fruitcake
or a cheap imitation?

That's what you're waiting for,
aren't ya?
Why not?

You read about hijacking
or kidnapping in the papers,

and you get some yo-yo
with a two-watt bulb for a brain.

Oh, yeah, good ideas you get from books.
Bad ideas you get from headlines.

Same old pipe,
same old shotgun shell expl*sive.

That's nothing new.
They read it in the papers.

Hey, any sign of brown paper?

- I only got here two minutes before you.
- Five bombs in four months
and another victim.

When the hell is it gonna stop, Walton?
How about the pipe? Who makes it?

And the wire... electric cord,
automotive, electronic, what?

What about the motive, Kojak?
What are you feeding into this equation?

Motive, pattern, whatever...
Hey, look, Walton.
If this is the real fruitcake,

for all I know he's
blowing up his victims...

picking letters
from his mother's name.

- Pattern? There isn't any!
- Then we've got no way of catching him.

Lieutenant?
I've got the last two people
that talked to Miss Fisher...

uh, Alex Linden
and Karla Elliot.

They work
for an ad agency upstairs.

Mr. Linden, Miss Elliot,
I'm, uh, Lieutenant Kojak.

- I understand you know the victim?
- Oh, that's right. Uh, she's my secretary.

- I'm with, uh, Media Master upstairs.
- It's him, Lieutenant, isn't it?

The one who's been in the paper
for months? He just...

sticks a pin in the phone book
and if you're it, that's it?

Well, could be, Miss Elliot, or maybe
somebody wants it to look that way.

I can't believe anybody'd have
a reason to k*ll a girl like that.
L... I can't believe it.

You know, last month we picked up a guy
on the I.R.T.

He tried to strangle a nurse
on her way home from work.

And you wanna know why?
He didn't like the shoes she was wearing.

Now, there's a reason for everything,
no matter how crazy.

Now, look, I'd like to go
through Miss Fisher's things,

you know, telephone books,
addresses, through her desk.

You wanna do that now?
Yeah.

You say she's only been your secretary
about four months, huh?
Right.

Well. Obviously you couldn't
have known her for very long.

Yeah, that's... that's true.

Karla, here, was my secretary
for the last three years,

and then we promoted her
to art director and Alice took her place.

But, uh, gosh, Alice came to us
with excellent references from her lastjob.

That was in, uh...
St. Paul.

St. Paul, right. I mean, uh, no problems,
no angry ex-husbands, anything like that.

Uh, Lieutenant.

The hospital called. And, uh,

she didn't make it.

You're not gonna catch
this nut are you, Lieutenant?

He's just gonna go on
doing this the rest ofhis life.

Well, if that's the case, Miss Elliot,
I intend to make that life as short as possible.

- And that may came out cruel, but...
- Look, do you mind if I, uh, take
Miss Elliot home now?

- No, not at all.
Any more questions, we'll call you.
- All right. Thanks.

Okay, bring this stuff down,
and we'll go over it.

Hey, Walton, look at this.

Ah, sure.

Great little kid,
learns those 60 words a minute,

comes here all the way
from Minnesota to Madison Avenue...

to the Big Apple...
the big city...

and we're supposed to keep
it all bright and shiny for her.

Only this little kid
got k*lled on the first bite.

Well, like we've said,
there's gotta be a pattern.

Unless this was a setup
made to look like the bomber.

Yeah. Or maybe a motive.

Hello. Kojak!

It's Walton.
I'm finding brown confetti, Kojak.

Okay.

It was in a brown paper bag
just like all the others,

which only we know about
and him.

Okay, Crocker. First thing
in the morning, office to office,

as many men as we can spring...
every elevator boy, errand boy,

I don't care if it's the president
of the company with the account executives.

Find out what they saw in this building
and anything we can find for a lead.

Come on.

- Alex?
- No, Mrs. Linden, this is Karla.

- Is Alex back there yet?
- No, Karla.

Alex is not back here yet.

And for all I know, he's still right
there, and this is just for my benefit.

Please Mrs. Linden,
don't put me through that trip.

Alice's death is more
than I can handle right now.

What about the trip
you're taking me on?

Look, it's 11:30 at night,

and I could be sleeping or reading.

But, no, I'm talking
to my husband's mistress...

and wondering what the two of you
have done for the last three hours.

Mrs. Linden, I am not now,

nor have I ever been
your husband's mistress.

I have been his secretary.
I am one of his art directors,

and he's probably my closest friend,
but we've never had an affair.

- Never?
- Mrs. Linden, just tell Alex...

that I telephoned Alice's parents
and offered them our condolences.

There was no sense
putting him through that...

- How considerate.

Well, you sound very spirited
this evening, Louise. Who was that?

Karla.

What did she want?

I want to talk about what I want.

Okay, let's, uh...

Let's talk about what you
like to talk about.

Let's see, uh,
well, we got a new vase here, right?

Where was the vase made, Finland?

- And where did you buy it?
- When did that girl get promoted?

Last month.

You didn't tell me, but then I'm hardly
your best friend, am I?

Best friend?

Louise, you're...

You're burning us both out
with these fantasies of yours!

Fantasies?
That's right, fantasies!

Oh!
What are you talking about, friendship?

It's not easy to find friendship again
once you've had the fights you and I have.

So I don't talk to you a lot
of times when I'd like to!

- And what about Dr. Merrill?
- No. I am not going to see...

your psychiatrist crony friend
from Princeton,

so that you can get a weekly report
on my inner feelings.

Oh, no. No, Alex.

The only head around here
that needs any shrinking is yours!

Right, Louise.
You got it.

Mr. Morgan?

Morgan, any calls for me?
No, Danny.

Okay!

Per-Personnel, please.

Hello? I called last week...

about Mr. Linden's secretary.

Well, this Alice Fisher
that got k*lled yesterday...

it doesn't say for sure in the paper
whether she was his secretary or not.

She was?

Thank you.

It's the pattern...
that's what we gotta cr*ck.

It's here somewhere,
but wejust can't find it.

What pattern?

A marine recruiting station
in Times Square.

Three weeks later,
a welfare office on 14th.

So this guy, or his wife, is getting b*at out of
some welfare checks they think he should get.

He tries to enlist in the marines.
They turn him down,
so he blows them both up.

- He's a sore loser, Captain.
- Okay.

Now tie the rest in. I dare ya.
Two clerks and a secretary...

wiped out in a judge's chambers
at the Court of Domestic Relations.

A cut-rate furniture store in Chelsea... there's
not one name that cuts across all of these.

There's no way of tying them in together.
We've checked every possible record.

It was different yesterday, Frank.
A nice little secretary in an ad agency,

her car specifically booby-trapped,

her name on the parking space.

She was no innocent bystander.
He was after her, Frank.

But why?
I've been going through
these parking lot stubs.

Here's a list of five vehicles
with five numbers on them...

that were in that garage yesterday
for less than 15 minutes.

Now, that attendant doesn't mark any
of the numbers down but the first three.

We're gonna get a list back from the motor
vehicle department about 10-feet long.

Good, Crocker, because the more time
we spend checking things out,

the less time we're gonna spend
drivin' ourselves up the wall,

wondering where
and when and how and why...

the next brown paper bag
is gonna blow off somebody's head.

Good evening, Dr. Benton.
Hello, Louise.

Mr. Seymour.
We're running a little late.

- Maybe we'd better
get started without Danny.
- Hi, everybody!

Danny boy.
Sorry I'm late.

See those Mets yesterday?
Oh, yeah!

I had a couple of busy days.
Hi, Neva.

Boy, you look pretty tonight.

I didn't say that, Neva!

L-I didn't say you looked
for trouble.

I said, well,
you almost seemed to need it.

Who you tellin' who needs what?
You runnin' this group or something?

Dr. Benton is running this group!
That's what you come here for, isn't it?

You feel important with us.
You got more money than us.

You shouldn't be getting this help
for next to nothing.
Aw, come on, Neva.

Get off her back. Now, she wants
group therapy not a private shrink.

She just doesn't want any of her
friends spotting her slipping out
of no psychiatrist's office.

Mrs. Holder, you don't have to get
sucked into her arguments, you know.

I was just making
an observation.

You know, every week
it's a different thing with you.

Last time, it was your boyfriend.
This time, it's your employer.

I get involved with different things.

Month after month, you come in here
crying about the same dumb problem.

"Nobody cares about me.
My husband doesn't dig me anymore.

I'm getting old. "
Aw, come on! Stop it!

You know, I don't like all this fighting
amongst each other!

It makes me sick,
and I hate it!

Danny, you're taking it on yourself.

Well, why do they do that?
You all right?

Aw, come on, you guys.
You know, you start shouting,

and you sound just like my family.

Tearing... Tearing each other apart
and slamming doors.

We're supposed to be helping each other.

We're supposed to make things better here.
Please!

You know something?
Danny's right.

You know why
you two pick on each other?

Because you are mad at someone else.

Now, me, I know why I'm mad.

Because the Mets lost
a doubleheader yesterday.

Neva, you were telling us
about your newjob.

Oh, who cares?
She's on her own trip over there.
They're yakking about baseball.

Aw, now, wait a minute, Neva.
I care!

I got this job, see,
in this place on Long Island
making sandwiches...

and wrapping them for machines
and canteens.

Everybody helps themselves,
but nobody gets caught but me.

He's gonna bust me
for eating two deviled eggs.

Who is?
Mr. Samuels.

Not the old one,
but the son, you know.

He's about 20 years old.

Boy, but, man, he is doing a Simon Legree
number you couldn't believe!

I'm on my last chance
to shape up.

But, baby, if I ship out of there,

I'm gonna dump 50 pounds
of egg salad right down his h*nky shirt!

- Bust me for two eggs. sh**t.

Neva, before you go that far,
I'd like some suggestions
from the rest of the group.

Oh, I'd like to have those
tomorrow night instead of Friday.
I have to leave the city.

Any objections?
Uh-uh.
Not here.

No.
Then I'll see you tomorrow night.
Okay.

Danny, my boy.
Tomorrow... two-buck bet.
You take the Mets. I take the Cubs.

Aw, come on, Seymour.
You know I don't like to bet against you.

All right. Then you take the Cubs,
and I'll take the Mets.
Uh, oh, okay.

- 'Cause I like to gamble.
- Here, uh...

Good night.
Good night.
Good night.

Let me help you with that.
Thank you, Danny.

Uh, feeling, uh,
any better tonight?

Little less angry maybe?

Oh, am I angry?
Is that how it looks?

Helpless.
That's how it feels.

Aww.
Yeah, I know what you mean.

Like, uh,
when something's wrong, or...

maybe you need a couple of bucks.

Boy, you just can't
make yourself ask
for help, can you?

I used to feel that way
all the time.

That's where the group
was a big, big jump for me.

I don't feel I've gone anywhere.
Sure you have.

We all have, Mrs. Linden.

Danny, uh,
my name is Holder.

No.

You're Mrs. Alex Linden.

I did some research.

- Not just on you... on everybody.
- What kind of research?

Well, as Dr. Benton says,
this is strictly confidential, okay?

Okay.

Well,

couple of months ago,
after the group, I, uh,

I saw you at that bar
in the Chinese restaurant on Broadway,
and I followed you home.

That's where I found out
your real name.

You don't get home till late.

Oh, I'm sorry you're...
you're having it so rough.

I know everything.
I even know where your husband works.

Well, uh, Danny,
I hope you respect my privacy.

What? Are you kidding?

I respect everybody in the group.

Anyway,
things will be getting easier for you.

I mean, what with that awful thing
that happened to your husband's
secretary today.

The bomber.

Wh... Danny, why should that
make things easier for me?

Well, a couple of weeks ago, you...

you told us that-that she was the one
that your husband was having the affair with,

that she's the one that...
that was breaking you two up,
breaking up your home.

Yes, but, um,

Karla wasn't the girl
that got k*lled today.

As it turned out, she got promoted.

This girl was his new secretary.

- Alice Fisher's not the one?
- You do know everything, don't you?

No.

Karla Elliot is her name.

And she's so damned alive,
I could ring her precious neck!

Okay. Come on. Now, take it easy.

Things will work out, Mrs. Linden,
the way they're supposed to.

Everything's gonna be fine.
It's just a little setback, that's all.

Well, thank you, Danny.
Good night.

Good night.

All right. Thank you, Mr. Kosco.

Crocker!

Mr. Kosco here is the elevator operator
at the ad agency building.

- Thinks we ought to check
on a Mr. Rod Anderson.
- Who's Anderson?

Anderson is a maintenance man.
He was fired a couple of weeks ago,
and he threatened to get even.

You know, a maintenance man
uses his hands... whatever. Check it out.

All right. Look, I got at least
2,000 registrations from motor vehicles,

all with the three numbers
on those parking stubs.

- These are all commercial vehicles?
- Yeah, it was a commercial plate.

I pulled the ones registered in Manhattan,
about 200.

We know it wasn't a semi or a coal truck
or a tanker... probably a panel.

Maybe even a station wagon.

See what that does to the list, okay?
Then call those businesses.

Find out where their trucks were during
the time indicated on the parking ticket.

- And do it fast.
- Right.

Danny,
you get those pipes threaded yet?

Huh?

You get the pipes threaded yet?
Oh, I just got 'em cut,
Mr. Morgan.

I was gonna
just start threading them.

Well, when you drop 'em off
at 14th,

take a right down 2nd
and get Abelson's paint down to him.

Oh, okay.

Hudson Hardware.

Listen.
Can-Can you talk a little louder?

Two days ago? Hold on.

Danny!

Huh?
Two days ago...
where were you delivering...

at 4:15 to 4:27?

I don't know.
Uh, somewhere uptown.

- Uh, you picked up
the screenings at Vernon's.
- Right!

Uh, he was at Vernon Hardware,
that's Lexington and 56th.

Yeah, you got the wrong party for sure.
Zucco. Danny Zucco.

- Right.
- Wha-uh...

- What was that all about?
- It was the cops.

Some hit-and-run accident or something.

They got a couple of numbers
off the plates, but...

according to them
it was way up in Riverdale.

How you coming with them pipes?

Oh, I'm... I'm getting to them right now,
Mr. Morgan.

Yeah, okay. Okay.

Is this the owner?
Yes, this is Detective Crocker,
Manhattan South.

You have a commercial vehicle
registered to your business.
Yeah, Vernon Hardware?

I need to know where that vehicle
was being used yesterday afternoon.
This is the police department.

At 4:15, the day before yesterday,
you had some screens picked up...

by a delivery truck from Hudson Hardware?

About 4:15, yeah.

Oh, yeah? Are you sure of that?

Okay. Yeah, we'll get back to you
tomorrow when Mr. Vernon's in.

Yeah, okay. Thanks a lot.

Uh, Lieutenant?

Hudson Hardware tells me
that his truck was making a pickup...

at another hardware store
in midtown at about 4.15.

Well, it turns out that the pickup wasn't
actually made until a little after 5.00,
Lieutenant.

I mean, it's a minor point,
but I thought you ought to know about it.

I'm a starvin' man, Stavros.
Throw me a crumb, eh? Midtown where?

- Lexington and 56th.
- That's about three blocks
from the ad agency, right?

Yeah. I got the driver's name.

Zucco. Danny Zucco.

All right. Call the employer.
It's 6:35 now. Maybe he's still there.

If not, try to get an address...
a home address.

Okay, Lieutenant.

Two out.
Tug McGraw facing Marty Perez.

McGraw set. Here's the pitch.
Line drive...

Perez rounding first,
headed for second.

Staub runs it down in the corner...

But Perez is into second
standing with a double.

And the Braves are still in business.

And Hank Aaron is coming to the plate.

McGraw's in trouble now.
Here's the pitch to Aaron.

Henry swings, and hits it deep into
left-center. Jones back to the wall.

It's off the wall.
Jones, a great play on the ball.

Here's the throw to the plate.
It's going to be close.

Perez is... out! He's out!
And the Mets win it, th...

So I lose two bucks, so what?

Lieutenant,
the hardware store isn't answering.

Oh, yeah?

"Daniel Zucco,

629 West 49th Street."

- In the phone book?
- Amazing.

Crocker!

All right. Piping, shotgun shells,
wiring... all in a hardware store.
I think we're onto something.

I want you to go to 629 West 49th Street
and talk to a Daniel Zucco.

Go ahead.

629?
Yeah, West 49th.

All right. A little champagne and chop suey.
That's a fantastic combination.

Chop suey? We got crab
in black-bean sauce.

All righty. That's good.
We got beef and lotus root.

Lay it on me.
Chicken and mung bean
noodle salad.

"Mung beans."

They do it to me every time.
Well, I can't wait to see
what the oyster sauce does.

Oh,
that's a really ancient reference.

- Here.

Alex.

What are you thinking?

I don't wanna go home tonight.

I think you probably have to.

No.

All I have to do is decide to pay
the consequences.

And?

I'll be right there!

Who is it?
Miss Elliot?

Yes?
Miss Karla Elliot?

Yes.
We're having wiring problems
in the building.

Do you mind if I come in
and check your baseboard outlets?
Are you kidding?

7:30 at night,
and you're gonna take
outlet inventory?

Oh, well, if you're eating, l... I could come
back later. It won't take but a few minutes...

No, if you're gonna crawl around
the floor and count little holes in the wall,
come on in and get it over with.

Come on.
Okay.

Who was that?
I don't know.
He'll be gone in a minute.

There you go.
Thank you.

Do it.
That's good.

Mmm.
Ahh!

I love you.

I have always loved you.

Ya haven't got a warrant.
You just want to get me
in some kind of trouble.

Mrs. Gower, a person may invite
police officers into an apartment
or residence...

if that person has common right of entry,
which you do, Mrs. Gower.

You got any idea when he gets home,
where he goes after work?

Not on Thursday,
but on Wednesdays and Fridays,
he's got some kind of a meeting, 8:00.

Sometimes after work
he comes home, falls asleep.

I knock on his door
for him at 7.30.
What kind of meeting?

Boy Scouts. Who knows?
He's a quiet guy. No trouble at all.

Saperstein.
Yeah.

Call the lieutenant. Tell him to get in touch
with a Dr. Irene Benton at this hospital.

I'm going down to Hudson Hardware,
get the owner and go through the place.

- Stake yourself out here.
If Zucco shows, nail him.
- Okay. Bobby.

Danny first came here
five months ago, Lieutenant.

- And the bombings started
about a month later.
- But he's getting better in the group.

In the beginning,
the arguments, the violent emotions
practically made him pass out.

The others laughed at him,
sympathized with him, att*cked him.

But they never excluded him,
and that was the key.

Danny's not half as afraid
of emotions anymore.

But he has got problems.
Now, would you say that makes him
a candidate for our bomber or not?

What do you think, Doctor?
I think you ought to question him
on your own, Lieutenant.

I got a better idea.

I think I'll join the group.

Oh, I'm sorry. Um,
are you ready for us yet, Doctor?

It's...
It's a little after 8:00.

Zucco work back here,
Mr. Morgan?

When he's not out delivering.
Hey, come on. What's all this about?

What about shotgun shells?
Do you carry them?

Well, years ago.
Hey, maybe I still got a couple.
You want me to take a look?

No, no, no. We have our man coming down
from expl*sive, and he'll check it out.

We'll just wait for him.
You mind if I look around down here?

No, go ahead.
All right. Thank you.

Here we go again.
So Samuels calls me in his office today.
You know what he wants?

He wants to know if I'm interested
in a promotion.
Well, that's great.

No! Now, wait a minute!
You know what he really is interested in?

- Well, not necessarily.
- That's better than being totally ignored,
isn't it?

Your problems
and my problems are so far apart,
we can't even talk to each other.

Not anymore.
What do you mean?

- Well, neither of us has a husband now.
- Wh-What did you say?

Well, Danny, about ten minutes
before I left to come down here,

my husband called,
and he wants a divorce.

Aw, come... Come on.
You don't have to worry about that.

I mean, that's just talk.
It's not gonna happen.

You're right. It's not going to happen,
without one hell of a fight.

Why isn't it gonna happen, Danny?

- Hey, come on. We're talking.
- Eh, what am I supposed to do,

dig a hole?
He got you there.

They said that I should talk, you know,
to give an expression to myself.

Okay, maybe I'm a little bit pushy.

But I can't keep talking
if he's gonna keep shuttin' me up!

Doctor,
l-I don't even want this guy in here.

I mean, after all, we had
the perfect family without him.

"We had a family." Tell me about it.
No. The family
and the group are the same.

Now, when I lost my son three months ago,
these people were wonderful.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear
about that, Mr. Seymour.

We've already been through that,
Mr. Theodopilus.
Don't take us backwards.

Besides, it's... it's all right
about your family now, isn't it?

No, it's not all right!

It'll never be all right.
I had a great kid.

He was gonna be a baker.
Oh, I know, it's not much.

But I set up everything for him.
Now, listen!

I've heard your garbage!
Now you listen to mine!
He hasn't heard it!

All right.

Anyway, I set up everything for him.

On his high school graduation night,
he... he got drunk...

a little bit of the old man.

And I swear to God,
he did something I never understood.

He enlisted.
Can you imagine enlisting...

in a day and age like this?

He wanted to go his own way, I guess.

Anyway, they sent him toJapan.

They were gonna teach him this and that.
Well, he never got toJapan!

He only got to Okinawa!
And he got into a fight!

And he was k*lled
in some town called Naha!

- Where is Naha!
- Oh, come on. Seymour, it's all right.

That's all over and done with now, anyway.

- He was all I had.
- Mr. Seymour.

Your son enlisted in the marines?

Yeah.
Yeah, it was the dumb marines.

And you're a dumb person
for stirring things up the first time
you get around here.

- You don't even belong here!
- Hey!

I got a few hang-ups of my own,
you know!

For example,
what do you know about welfare?

Anybody here ever been shafted by welfare?

Are you jiving me?
I went through a trip with welfare
last summer you wouldn't believe.

My mother is 65,
and she's sick in bed, right?

So they ask her to come down
for an interview. "Could you come down
for an interview, please?"

And they treated her like she...
like she was stickin'her hand out,
trying to steal their lousy money!

- Man, you got a problem with welfare?
I'm with you.
- Hey, wait a minute!

What is this welfare business, huh?
The way you're dressed?

What do you think we're stupid
or something?

We're-We're...
We're getting put on here!

You know something?
He might be right.

All right. Who the hell here has a grudge
against a chick by the name of Alice Fisher?

Hey, who are you, mister?

And who in this group hates
German cars, underground garages,

advertising agencies?

- And who hates welfare?
- Please, Lieutenant.

- And who hates marine recruiting officers?
- No, Lieutenant. Not here!

Hold it, Zucco!

Move!

It just went off.
I didn't mean to.

Zucco.

Talk to me.
He's dead.

You have a phone call in my office.

Don't give me that
fishy look, Doctor.

You just got a nicer job
than we do.

Plenty of shotgun shells and wire
and a box for an alarm clock.

There's a receipt for it.
Alarm clock?

Well, that didn't figure in the analysis
of the last expl*si*n.

According to the receipt, he just bought it
at the corner drugstore sometime today.

But it's not here now.
I'm gonna stick my neck out, Kojak.

I think he made a b*mb today,
and it's not here.

So you think he's got one
ticking out there somewhere now...

a time b*mb?
Yeah.

Yeah. Send Crocker up here
with everything I ought to see.

Then it's true.
Danny's dead.

Sure, he's dead. The big, bad copper
didn't like what he said in here,
so he plugged him.

The big, bad cop didn't like what he said
in here, and you wanna know why?

Because he's been going around this city
k*lling people.

Now, if you have any plans, you better get on
the phone right now and give your apologies.

Because we got a long session coming out,
trying to figure who's sitting on his last b*mb
at this very minute.

Now, whether you know it or not,
one of you three people has got the answer.

Officer, none of these people are to leave
the hospital until my men get here.

And, Doctor, I want a complete record
on this group.

Candlelight, incense...

and after-dinner drinks...

Ahhh.
I feel like
a female Hugh Hefner.

All right, Ms. Hefner.
Why don't you just, um,

put this in your pipe and, uh...

- Smoke it?
- Right on.

Ooh!

A sealed envelope
from a lover by candlelight.

Uh-huh.
What is this?

Tahiti? Brisbane? Kathmandu?

I'll see your Kathmandu,
and raise you a Cairo, Istanbul and Vienna.

- When?
- As soon as possible.

What do you think?

Oh, terrific!

Yes, we can make it
to your villa this summer.

- Is Alex here, Mrs. Linden?
- Louise?

- Hello.
- Al, uh, look. I'm not trying
to cause any trouble.

I just want to tell you there's no point
in you coming home tonight.

The two of you can stay there...
all night.

I couldn't care less.

Lieutenant, I've been trying to figure out
how much time Zucco had to plant this b*mb.

Do you know what time he got here?
He got here about 8:00.
What time did he leave the store?

He was still there at 5:30
before Mr. Morgan left.

That only gives him about, uh,
two and a half hours.

That means this nut
could've planted it anyplace...

NewJersey,
Riverdale, Staten Island!

All right. Here.
This is a list of addresses
of these patients here.

I want you to call expl*sives.
Check out all their houses, okay?

Who knows, maybe one of these people
got under Zucco's skin.

Hey, it's possible, you know.
We're not dealing with what you call
a rational person.

There really is no need
to check us out, Lieutenant.

He couldn't do it.
He loved us.
We're a family, right?

Now, look.
I don't want to disturb your group.
But maybe tonight,

somebody's gonna get blown up
who's got a nice family going for him.

Now, did this Zucco complain
about anybody or you complain to him,

where he might have set off
with another b*mb?

Well, the only thing
I talked to him about lately
was baseball.

I got him interested in the Mets,
became their fan.

Strange.
He was never a fan before.

How about you, Mrs. Holder?
Anything mentioned about that divorce?

No, nothing I can think of,
nothing specific.

And this Mr. Samuels,
the guy who made a pass at you,
did you complain in front of Daniel Zucco?

Ye-Yes, Neva, last night,
and-and he listened very carefully.

- Yes, he did.
- Where did this "Samuel" live?

Oh, come on!
Hey, look, young lady.

It's 10:30. In a couple of hours,

Daniel Zucco is gonna reach out of the grave
and k*ll somebody.

Now, I don't know what this Samuels did to
you, but do you think he deserves to die for it?

No. He's out in Rockville Center.
So's the place where I work.

From there to Midtown Manhattan, could
it be done in less than two and a half hours?

Yeah, you could do it
in that easy.

- Crocker!

Go talk to her.

Well, what does that mean?

I mean, what am I supposed to tell her?

That I feel a certain kind of love for her?

That I feel a certain responsibility
toward her?

Well, I don't want to be in charge
of an outpatient anymore.

Honey, you will never know how hard
I've worked on that relationship.

- It's over.
- Alex, for three years,

I sat at a desk
not 15 feet away from you...

on the other side
of a tiny wall that thick.

I paid your bills.
I balanced your checkbook.

I mixed your drink.
I apologized to your psychiatrist
when you didn't wanna see him.

And I lied to a whole lot of people
who you didn't wanna talk to.

And I also listened to your friends tell me
what a great boss I had.

As if I needed to hear that.

Alex, I know you.
I know what a good man you are.

And I know how you've tried with Louise.

I love you for that.

All right.

Now just tell me one thing.

When you were up in that kitchen
a while ago,

chopping those vegetables,
you were very happy.

Yes.
And why did it change
after that telephone call?

You called her before when I was
up there in the kitchen, right?

You don't get a divorce
on the telephone!

What difference does it make?
It's over with! Now, wait a minute!

I should've told her earlier.

You wanna know why I didn't talk to her?

I just wasn't sure how you'd react
when I told you that I loved you.

Oh, no.

You weren't sure how I'd react?

- That's right.
- Alex, what you decide with Louise...

shouldn't be tied up
with my reactions.

Go and find her. Talk to her.

Even if she hates you,
she needs you.

And when you've got that settled...

Okay.

All right.

I'm not going to, uh,

lose you, am I?

I'm not an account, honey.
I'm a woman.

That's right. Louis Samuels.
Rockville Center.

When you get home, the officers could
keep you outside for a little while.

And I may have to call you again,
ask some more questions.

Other than that, I'm terribly sorry
for what happened. And thank you
very much for putting up with me.

Evacuate his house
and the business if anybody's there.

Right. Rockville Center. Right.

Lieutenant,
everything's in the works.

... a line drive headed for right field.

Mike Lum is back to the wall.
He can't get it. It's off the wall.

Staub rounding first,
headed for second.

Lum gets it back in,
and Rusty Staub has a double.
It's 10 of 11:00.

And the Mets are still playin'.
I thought they were playing this afternoon?

No, it was
a twi-night doubleheader.
What time did the first game end?

I don't know for sure,
but it couldn't have ended
before 7:00.

Lieutenant,
I just remembered something.

You asked about
advertising earlier?

About a month ago, Mrs. Holder
specifically mentioned that her husband
worked for some sort of agency.

- Did you hear me?
- Yes.

Mr. Seymour!

Mr. Seymour.

Yeah?

You told me that Danny watched
the game tonight?

Yeah.
I took two bucks off him.

- Well, it was just a little bet.
- Now, he watched it,
just didn't listen to it on the radio?

No, he watched it on TV all night.
As a matter of fact, Jones made a great catch.

We had an argument about
whether it was over the fence or not.
Yeah, he saw it. No doubt about that.

If Zucco was watching the game on TV,
there's no way he could've been on that train
to Rockville Center.

Mrs. Holder.

What's she holdin' back?

Taxi!

Keep it, driver.

What are you looking for,
Mrs. Holder?

Look, Lieutenant.
I haven't done anything, and I don't
have to say one word to you.

- Yeah.
Car 723, please respond.

723, go ahead.

You are advised that no subject
named Mrs. Louise Holder shows
residency at 970 West End Avenue.

10-4.

Now, let me see your driver's license.
I don't have to.

"Linden"?
Linden, that's from the ad agency.

What the hell's goin' on here?
I have nothing to say.

Crocker!

You hold her down here,
and you call the b*mb squad!

Karla Elliot?

Yes!
Miss Elliot, open up!
It's a police emergency!

Open the door!
Hurry up!

Hurry up!

Let me get my coat!

Nothing personal, kid.
Come on.

Easy now! Easy!

All right! Stand back!

Now, look. If there's anyone in town
that you wanna spend the night with,

that officer over there
will be very happy to take you.

What are you doing here?

- I knew.
- You what?

Alex, is he all right?

He wasn't even here.
He was out looking for you to help.

- Thank you for my life.
- Yeah, sure.