02x14 - The Betrayal

[bunniefuu]

[Kojak's theme playing]

[BELL RINGING]

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So what do you got?

Hey, aren't you going to say hello?

Hello.

So what do you got?

It's going to make you
look like dynamite, Calucci.

You know the guy who's been
knocking off the jewelry store?

Yeah.

The one off 7th Avenue
on 12th later tonight.

You sure?

Hey, 100%.

I'm telling you, later tonight.

I'll stake it out.

Hey, no, no, no. No way.

I'm too close.

They're going to know I set them up.

OK.

So I'll do what I did last year.

I'll just kind of cruise by, right?

Yeah, but don't go blowing
my cover to your partner, huh?

No, no, no.

Don't worry about it.

Listen, the burglar now, is
he going to be packing heat?

Beats me.

Take care of yourself, Calucci.

Take care of yourself?

Here, that's for your new summer home.

Two big ones.

What am I, a cheapskate?

Thanks a lot.

Good luck, cheapskate.

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Let's cruise the side streets for a while.

Why not?

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Hey, Al, hold it.

Someone's in the jewelry store.

Oh, yeah?

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Hey, listen.

Cover the front.

I'm going to cover the back.

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[MUSIC PLAYING].

Police!
Don't move!

[g*nsh*t]

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Sam!

Sam, you OK?

Sam!

Yeah!

OK.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER].

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER].

Good evening, Lieutenant.

Hi.

Cool, eh?

Two minutes?

Yeah, Lieutenant.

Inside.

What happened?

Well, Calucci spotted a light in
there, and him and Cone moved in.

Calucci iced the burglar.

This guy's a real pro,
all dressed in black,

a snappy little box of tools,
gloves, the whole thing.

So crime don't pay, right?

A hell of a way to make a
living, wind up in a morgue.

Here he comes.

You take Calucci, I'll take Cole.

This thing goes by the books.

We'll be out of here
before I really wake up.

Come on.

Here.

Here's your round of groceries.

It's a hungry neighborhood.

Give or take, I'll give
you about 10 minutes.

Calucci's coming out like a real tiger.

He's been breaking cases like
balloons at my grandson's birthday party.

Yeah.

Sometimes your first k*lling
can take the tiger out of you.

Where are they?

My back room, Lieutenant.

Would you mind bringing
him into the parlor?

Right.

Please, no discrepancies.

Just a nice clean
investigation by the book.

Anybody looking for his car?

Yeah, they're going up
and down the street now.

OK.

Look for a black one.

It matches his outfit.

You too.

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Come on, you-- [DOG BARKING]

Come on, you dummy.

Come on.

You dummy.

Come on.

Come on.

Get it.

Did you get off any sh*ts?

No, no, I didn't.

I mean, I would have if I was in
Sam's shoes, but I didn't see anything.

Just a flash.

As a matter of fact, at first, I
didn't even know who got it.

Calucci announced he was an
officer before the sh**ting started?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I mean, he yelled.

Police, don't move.

He opened up the minute I shouted.

You know, you wonder what it's
going to be like in your first gunfight.

How are you going to react, you know?

You just do it.

No thinking to it.

One sh*t, right on.

Not bad.

OK, you go back and you write it all up.

OK.

Well, open and shut, right?

Well, he fired one sh*t right on the money.

He shouted, "Police, don't move."

He thinks he did it perfect,
which I guess is right.

Well, if that punch the
one who's been ripping off

all those jewelry stores in the area,
Calucci gets another recommendation from me.

He's going to clean
up a lot of reports for it.

The captain's team found the car.

The guy's wallet was under the seat.

His name is Randy Coghlin.

It's on East 40th.

Not bad, right?

Why don't you hit it now?

You don't need a warrant.

See what he's got stashed
away that we can recover.

You got the number on me,
make sure you don't use it.

You know that black
car you're talking about?

Yeah.

The boys that ever read.

I'm going to take you home.

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[door slams]

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[door closes]

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All right, here it is.

Let me get the landlady.

Bobby, come here.

It's open.

Yeah, sure.



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What is this place?

Right here.

This is still warm.

Oops.

Anybody down there?

Not a bad stash.

No loose stuff, nothing.

You don't go to all that
trouble for pocket money.

Could been thousands down there, easy.

Whoever copped it, and he just
went to do it in how long he had?

Like a partner, maybe.

Who are you calling?

Well, he's not going to like this.

[phone ringing]

-Here, simple, fast and perfect.

-Wonderful.

Cheers, babe.

[phone ringing].

-You're not answering
because it's another guy, right?

[phone ringing]

-What?

-Yeah, hello, Crocker.

-What do you want?

-Uh...
-All right, wake up the landlady. I'll be right there.



-Uh, look, uh... You know, give or take,
I could be back in about, uh... an hour.

Huh?

And in the meantime, uh... Oh.

Where's your Christmas spirit?
Come here, baby.

-I suppose I could freeze
the eggs and get a little sleep.

-Oh. So you don't want me to come back?

-My key's in your pocket.

-Oh.

-Well, it won't take much longer,
but you can appreciate my concern.

-Mm-hmm.

-Lieutenant, Mrs. Kramer, the manager.

-Oh, Mrs. Kramer.

-What happened, Lieutenant?
They won't tell me a thing.

-Oh, don't you worry, Mrs. Kramer.
We're gonna tell you everything.

-Did you happen to see
anyone around here tonight?

-There's people all the time!

-Well, what about Cortland's friends?
Did you see any of them?

-I don't snoop.
I'm not that kind of a manager.

-You know something, Mrs. Kramer?

I walked into the bui-- Please sit down.

-Thank you.

-I walked into the building tonight...
-Yeah?

-And I looked around and I said
to myself, "You know something?

There's a manager who cared."

-I certainly try hard.

-And you succeed.

And you know we have a
mess of our own to clean up here.

-You trying to pull something
out of me, are you, Lieutenant?

-Not at all.

Look at those speakers, huh?
They must have played some sound.

Did he play them loud?

-Loud enough, especially
two in the morning.

-Mm, people make
everybody's job so tough with

their wild parties and
wild, wild, wild women.

You don't have to be a snoop to know that.

-Excellent.

-Really?



-Now, why would I report that?

I mean, I ask the question.

Cortland, he stole for his living.

And paid for his loving.

-There was one tonight.

-No.

When?

-I was walking Oscar.

He's my dog.

I guess it was a little after one
when she passed us in the hallway.

-Have you ever seen this lady before?

-I think so, a couple of times.

-Dear, just one more thing.

Could you come down at the station
and look at some pictures for us?

You know, a lot of
people find it fascinating.

-Now?

I couldn't do it in the morning?

-Oh, you know, a night's sleep
has a way of dimming the memory.

What's your first name?

-Molly.

-Molly, huh?

Come on, Molly.

-All right.

-Put something on.

Dress warm, we'll take care of you.

We'll wait.

-OK.

-We'll get her.

What are you waiting for?
Get forensic down here, OK?

Somebody snatched that treasure.

I want you to make sure you
don't fall down that hole at Calcutta.

Give or take an hour.

-Yeah, sure.

-Hey, where you been?

I've been walking the
whole block looking for you.

How'd it go?

-Cortland's being buried.

I wasted him, buddy.

I couldn't help it.

-You're kidding.

That's a pretty heavy trip, Sam.

Yeah, I feel as bad as you do.

Hope I don't get fined for that.

-No, we never said we had a tip.

Me and Cohen get more brownie
points by leaving you out of this.

I just told Cohen that I heard a rumor.

I never mentioned your name.

Sam, them brownie points of yours,
they're going to pile up next week, Sam.

You make that cocaine bust.

You ready for this?

Tony Bosch, baby.

-Tony Bosch.

-Yeah.

-He's the connection.

It's fantastic.

Be a good solo credit for me.

No partner, off duty.

Scored the lead on my own.

Just wish we tied the ribbon
on that, uh, Cortland case.

You know, closed it out.

Don't give me two biggies in one week.

-What do you think?

You're wasted, Cortland.

What kind of ribbon you talking about?

-Somebody cleaned out
his apartment during the bust.

My lieutenant figures he had a
partner that we didn't get a hold of.

-Yeah, a partner.

Yeah, that's possible.

Look, let me nose around and
see what I come up with, huh?

Hey, look, uh, Bosch's bambinos, they

want to get together with
us and just case us out.

-What am I, a one spoon snorter?

Tell them you got a big buyer,
somebody who wants the deal direct.

All the noses he can handle.

-Look, Sam, I tried.

They didn't believe me.

What's the big deal?

All we got to do is get around with them,

lay a line on them, spread
some cash, you know.

-OK, work it out.

You know where to find me?

-Yeah.

-OK.

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-You looking for the john?
It's, uh, over there.

-Looking for Mr. Stripper.

-Who's he?

-All right.

He's a little Mouchet Dom
from the Rothschild Vineyard.



-What's your name?

-Name's Moss.

-Who are you?

-Used to hustle broads on West 57th Street.

Do a little book now.

Got a lot of connections, Mr. Strickland.

I, uh, get asked for a lot of cocaine.

-West 57th, that's Tony Bosch's area.

-Yeah.

He's getting a little too loose.

I can tell you he's not
gonna be around too long.

-I do 10 grand a week with Bosch.

I wouldn't want to lose him.

-I'll start with 12.

In fact, here's, uh...
Here's five in good faith.

In fact, I got something
that Bosch ain't got.

-So talk.

You want me to say what?

-Protection.

-Got a detective in my pocket.

Yeah.

Whatever's coming down, I know it first.

I'm the eyes and ears of
the world, Mr. Strickland.

-It's interesting.

But I can deal with Bosch...

Maybe someday, huh?

-All right. Thanks a lot.

That's cool.

-It kills you to give back money.

Bad for the heart.

Detective in his pocket, huh?

-What is that on West 57th?

Manhattan South?

-Yeah. Manhattan South.

And he says he got a
cop in his pocket, huh?

Who is this Morse?

Two busts for procuring
a couple of years

ago, one for booking
last winter. That's it.

I see.

There he goes to see Strickland.

That says that he owns a cop.

Look, I've been working my way into
Strickland's organization for three months now.

I've never even heard
this clown's name before.

There's no cop on his squad that doesn't
work the West 50s on a case every week.

Now, this is a grandstand
play, ladies and gentlemen.

A grandstand play laying $5,000
down and saying you own a cop.

You think he's just
trying to look big, huh?

I don't know.

I mean, how many stiffs you know?

They get a ticket and they
say, "I know a senator."

I hate it.

And now we're going
to have internal affairs

snooping around on
a lousy lead like that.

Guess I got to tell you everything, huh?

Look, you know I wouldn't
do IAD's job for him.

Hey, no one's asking you to.

Yeah, well, Strickland wants me to
check out Moss in case they make a deal.

I can't say no to him.

Well, everything you're telling
Strickland, you're telling me.

Yeah, I know, I know.

Here's your lady of the night, Lieutenant.

Karen Leibovitz.

Identified by Mrs. Kramer.

What's the matter?

Maybe you want some coffee.

Go ahead.

Oh, I got her pictures being distributed.

I got a pickup on her.

If that Weaver told you that I booked
that bet myself, Lieutenant, he's wrong.

He's lying, because I
laid it off at the track.

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- Just spoke to Tony Bosh's goon squad.
They're gonna meet us tonight.

- Where?

- The Ritz for the rats on 46th Street.

- Empty 50 years, I know it.

Do I have to show much cash?

- Not much.

You try and get that limousine
we got last year, remember?

I think it was your cousin's.

Looks good.

- I'll get right on it.

I'm picking you up at the corner, right?

- Yeah, 9.30's cool.

This bust is gonna promote you
right out of my life, you know that?

- How's that?

- They must be ready to
promote you to lieutenant already.

- That'll be the day.

Tell you what, I make detective third
grade, I'm gonna lay you off the hook.

We'll be even.

- What about my pocket money?

Where's that gonna come from?

- Come on, we both know you play a few
angles, still, just so it stays reasonable.

- Look, I don't wanna talk about it now.

I want us to nail Bosch.

He's getting pretty pushy.

You fool around with
him, he's gonna k*ll you.

- Nobody's gonna k*ll us.

We've been around too long already.

I'll see ya.

- Yeah, the coffee's on me.

- Thanks, sport.

- Hey, can I get another refill?

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- All right, what's happening?

- Hey, didn't somebody tell me
you're working for Strickland?

- I don't know, people are
liable to tell you anything.

- Mm-hmm.

Couldn't get a brother a good deal on
a couple of ounces of nose, could ya?

- Hey, I got a couple
of ladies working for me.

They'd do favors if I told 'em.

- How do I look like I
need that kind of favor?

Besides, I got a little
friend in that line of work.

Name of Moss, you know him?

You puttin' me on?

Hey, Moss, he ain't handled
abroad in over a year, man.

- He must be doing something.

- Yeah.

- Whatever you say.

- Oh, come on, man, you know about him.

Average American boy, little book,
little coat, fancy stuff now and then.

I use him.

He's safe.

- What you mean he's safe?

- Somebody looking out for him.

Hey, two months ago, we got busted,
man, sh**ting crap by a patrolman.

And along comes a detective car, and
next thing I know, man, Moss is gone.

Just slipped away.

Shh, big deal when you
got a cop in your pocket.

- Hmm.

Ooh, I got lucky.

- Must be losing my touch.

This Moss, you, uh, you think
you can find me a good crap game?

- Always.

Kinda late now, but you can
always catch me down in gypsies.

Down in 46.

- Thanks, my man.

- Hey, come on, double or nothing.

- Nah, nah.

- Cut 25 against the spoon.

- Come on, man, that's a hustle.

I'm gonna check you over the weekend.

[sighs]

- Sure is getting hard to make a dollar.

- Crocker, you got that
sh*t of Alice Benson?

- Audrey and Vance picked her up last week.

- Ah, we couldn't use her picture anyway.

- Oh, I'll admit it.

Anybody particularly wanna see
up on this year's Christmas tree?

- We're gonna stick Sam
Moiselle at the tippy top.

- Oh. A mass m*rder*r?

That's very festive.

- Well, look at it this way, Lieutenant.

These are the presents
we're looking forward to getting.

- Now, you look at it this way.

Whatever happened to
Christmas, you take 'em down.

And whatever happened to Karen Leibovitz?

- She's a lady of the night, Lieutenant,
and I'm waiting for night to fall.

- Yeah, well, night just fell.

Get going.

And put up the candy cane.

- 265-3598.

Is that where you'll be?

- You know something, Crocker?

You just reduced this
lovely creature into a number.

[dramatic music].

[bell ringing]

[bell ringing]

- My name's Paul Valley.
What's yours?

- Fidel Castro.

[laughing]

Funny.

Yeah, but we don't deal with runners.

Only Bosch.

- Hey, come on, Paul.

We gotta rock together, man.

Let's get it on.

- Okay.

Turn around.

Raise your hands.

- You've gotta be kidding.

[grunting].

[grunting]

- Hey, man, what's with you?

We came here...

For you, I got a little forget-me-not.

Back up, Valley.

Drop that Kn*fe or I'll
blow your head off, man.

You little punk, you
haven't got the... [g*n f*ring]

Just kidding, a little joke.

You take this thing, man,
it'll probably go off again.

[grunting]

Thanks.

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- Was it worth it?

Karen Leibowitz, of
course, is in my office, right?

- Yeah.

Lieutenant, I got her address.

The information unit coughed up.

Are you ready for this?

A jaywalker ticket.

Who gets a jaywalker ticket?

- You walked that crooked mile, baby.

Now, where's the candy canes?

- I ordered them, they're coming.

- All right.

[dramatic music].

[radio playing]

- W, get Motown, go kick
in your rock and roll thing.

You're gonna love what you've been.

Florida, be wild.

[rock music]

- Just a minute.

[rock music]

- What do you want?

- Oh, hi kid.

May I speak to Karen?

- I've never heard of you.

- Hey.

Police, Lieutenant Kojak.

- Do you got a warrant?

- Huh?

Honey, if you got a guy back there,
I'm gonna walk in and rip that guy's head

with my bare hands if he's
not out of there in 30 seconds.

Two, three, four, five.

He made it.

Now get in.

♪ Born to be wild ♪

- All right.

Let's give you the benefit
of the doubt, honey.

And say that I hope your
father catches his plane in time.

- What the hell are you hassling me about?

I didn't even get paid.

So I thought I'm not doing anything wrong.

- Here's Bo Childs with more music.

- What's your name, kid?

- Bobby, Bobby Jordan.

- Where's Karen?

- I don't know.

- Bobby Jordan, that's a nice name.

Hey Bobby, now you think, okay?

And you take your time.

'Cause the way you answer
will determine whether you

spend the next couple of
years in a juvenile home.

Where's your roommate?

- I don't know, really I don't.

She left last night.

She might not be back for days.

- When's the last time
you saw Randy Cortland?

- Cortland?

He's dead.

Anyhow, I was never with him.

He always wanted Karen.

- Why'd you rip him off?

I mean, what did you just set him up?

- Well, she never saw
that guy before in her life.

- What guy?

- She told me.

She was there to meet
Randy and she saw some guy

turning his place
upside down, so she split.

She didn't take anything.

You think she'd be working
now if she didn't have to?

- Hey look, Bobby.

I wanna find Karen.

Hey, I'm not gonna bust her or anything
if that's what you're worried about.

You wanna help me?

[upbeat music]

- If you hear from Karen, you
can reach me at Manhattan South.

Hey, uh, Bobby, I'm sorry
about that spanking, okay?

- It's 1127, 32 degrees
in the city, kiddie.

We've got all of 'em right here in stereo.

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- Huh.

Hey, baby.

I don't know what we did last
night, but it was right on the money.

Bosch bought it and
he's ready to make a deal.

Wants to meet us at the Logan Hotel.

I'll pinpoint the hour.

- Terrific. - Yeah, yeah.

Calucci, but how you gonna
keep me out of this one?

- When we make the
bus, make a break for it.

I'll slip you right through.

What can I say?

Later. - Okay.

[dramatic music].

later. Okay.

Kojak.

Yeah, Weaver.

I've been thinking about this,
Theo. I had a couple drinks.

I wish I was telling this
to Strickland, not to you.

Moss had a little meeting with a well-known
Manhattan self-detector on the sly.

Well, make it quick, Anto.
Let me use my imagination.

This is it, Theo.
No more checking, not even for Strickland.

Weaver.

Calucci.

Logan Hotel. Right. What name do I ask for?

Okay. Guy go in with gets away, right?

Okay, make it look good.

Okay.

Calucci.

Setting up a big narco bus tonight.
Tony Bosch. Know him?

But Moss, you know him?

But Moss?

Small-timer, hangs around Midtown.

Yeah. Yeah, I think I know him.

You think so?

You know, he's building
up a reputation around town.

Say he's got a detective
in his pocket. You

wouldn't know who that
is, would you, Calucci?

No, lieutenant, I wouldn't. I mean, if
he's got a detective in his hip pocket,

I wouldn't have the
faintest idea who it would be.

I see.

Well, why don't you ask this
punk, who you don't know very well?

Why don't you ask him
next time you're in Midtown?

What are you doing?
You following me around?

You've got somebody doing
I.A.D.'s work on me? What is this?

This is a favor, Calucci.

One of my own squad following
me around, that's a favor?

Oh, no. Not following you. Following Moss.

Oh.

I'm on the pad. He's paying me.

I'm crooked, huh?
That's what you're thinking.

That's what Moss says.
I want to know why, Calucci.

He's a big talker, lieutenant.
He's a big, dumb, loudmouth.

He's got this need to come
on like he's to somebody.

Come on, lieutenant, you don't
think that he's actually paying me off?

That's the only way you can see it.

Is Moss your stoolie?

Because that's the only way it adds up.

You want me to give up that information?

You want me to spill
something I'm not supposed to...

so I can get off a rap
I don't deserve, right?

Hey, Sam, I'm trying to help you. Yeah.

If he's your stoolie, get rid of him.

He's playing two ends against the middle.

And I'm not gonna have no
punk like that walking around...

saying he's got a detective for protection.
No way!


lieutenant, because of that punk.

What is he, your passport
to a golden badge?

The price is high. Get rid of him.

I thought that four guys were
gonna carve my face in a hamburger.

They probably would have k*lled me.
Who stuck his neck out?

- Who saved my life? Moss.
- Hotshot.

- Repeat, Moss!
- Hotshot!

Don't you understand? He's using you.

Oh.


I mean, count 'em. 15.

Let him have a little action.
We're still coming our way ahead.

So he's talking a little too much.

He's trying to be a little too big.
So I'll cut him down tomorrow.

Yeah? This is a major coke
connection we're gonna bust tonight.

You just wanna dump it?

Come in!

Rizzo called in.
Bobby Jordan's helping him.

They just missed picking up
Karen Leibovitz at the 49er Motel.

All she did was see the guy
ripping off Cortland's apartment.

Why is she so hard to get hold of?

Maybe there's a convention in town.
Who knows?

Or maybe she's overbooked. I don't know.

Why the hell don't you ask me later?
Get out of here.

Oh, Mr. Calucci. Go on and make
your major coke bust with Mr. Morris.

You know, sometimes, lieutenant,
you make me wonder why I bother.

You do type this with your thumbs?

Hey, Frank, come here, will ya?

Talk to me, huh?

What's up?

What's up, huh?

- Why are you hanging here?
- Just because it's empty?

Calucci. He's got me in a bind.

What do you mean?

I think I'm gonna put it
back on for a patrol, Frank.

Calucci?
He's one bust away from a gold shield.

Yeah, but you know, he's got a stoolie.

And this one's a very sharp one.

He's the guy who's been
making all the busts for him.

This stoolie here, though, he's gone wild.

I mean, we're making a
major coke bust tonight.

And he talks to him about
him like he's a partner.

You know, lies, alibis
for him like he's a brother.

So you want to put Calucci back in
uniform, season him up some more?

Hey, the detective
gotta handle the stoolie.

A stoolie never handles you.
It's that simple.

You know, as long as an informant
is the private property of the detective,

I got no way to handle that
relationship with an investigator.

Well, I never asked you
about your stoolie, Steele.

Ever try to con you?

Oh, come on, will you, Frank?
That's all I ever try to do. You know that.

Listen, narcotics wants this
bust of Calucci's real bad tonight.

Now, I say you let him pull it off.

If you want, tomorrow I'll
pull him in, I'll talk to him.

- For you, all right?
- I need to wash my dirty laundry.

- I'll handle it myself.
- Give him a bell, then.

[ Bell Ringing ]

[ Man On Radio ] This is
Mr. Coop with the wildest,

wildest music in the wildest,
wildest world in the world.

You know where that is, baby?
The big W in here.

This is for you. We're gonna
stay right out, right out, right out.

What are you spreading around
about me being on the pad?

I said what? Never happened.

It's on the street.
Now, that's all I know.

And what's this deal about
you moving to Push & Coke?

Come on. Are you kidding?

How do you think I'd
get in with a guy like

Bosch? You want me
to look like a lightweight?

I'm sure you gotta push
a little stuff. You gotta

talk big. You gotta
get around a little bit.

How do you think I got that Bosch
connection together? You got a flash!

[ Ringing ]

Get out of here. Your mother's calling.

As long as none of it
gets back to the cops.

You wanna forget about tonight?

- All right, let's forget about it.
- No, I don't wanna forget about it.

I can't afford to
forget about it.

I don't wanna go back
to walking the b*at.

You know, I got a lieutenant
who's not crazy about me.

I need this bust and
any other bust I can get.

Now, you got any leads on who
busted into Corlin's apartment?

How many hours in
the day do you think I

got? After tonight,
I'll have a little time.

Karen Leibowitz. She's a hooker, I think.
They can't find her.

Now, I think she saw who
ripped off Corlin's apartment.

Leibowitz, huh? You looking for her now?

Yeah, midtown.
But they probably got her by now.

Hey, we shouldn't be
hanging around together.

We got, um... We got three hours
before we get together with Bosch.

Three hours?
You said it was gonna come down in an hour.

Yeah, I didn't get a chance to tell you.
It got pushed back.

All right, I'm gonna have
to alert the stakeout team.

- Leibowitz? Leibowitz?
- She uses that name?

I don't know. It's Karen for sure.
We gotta get in touch with her.

- Who is this?
- Hey, this is for Strickland.

Don't ask too many questions.
She'll come out okay.

Yeah, I know a Karen. Fox.

Yeah, she used to be a big star
when some guy got sh*t up last week.

Yeah, that could be her.
Where's she hang out?

Uh, you could try the Palms Lounge.

The 34th. Near the garden.
Nick's play tonight.

- Yeah, she likes that sports crowd.
- Thanks.

[Busy signal]

- Wait till the game gets up.
- Gonna be a good night.

To which I won't object.

Guy at the end wants to
know if he can come over.

Just what I don't need.

Palms Lounge. Yeah, she'll be right over.

For you, Karen, take it in the back.

[Music]

[Music]

- Hello.

- Hi, Karen?

- Yeah.

- Somebody steered me over here.

- Who are you?

- Used to know a chick called
Karen, couple of years ago.

We don't know each other, do we?

- Hey, what do you think,
I remember every face?

You gotta be kidding.

- I'm sorry for the scam.

Can I buy you a drink?

- No thanks.

Hey, mister.

Yeah.

- What's the matter?

- Oh, nothing, absolutely nothing.

But if you wanna make a deal, it's gonna
cost you a lot more than a few drinks.

- What are you talking about?

- It's gonna cost you, baby.

[thudding]

- You dirty!

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music]

[upbeat music]

[upbeat music]

- Well, what do you know?
- Joe.

- What do you need, Theo?
- What do you need?

I need a broad, Karen Lebowitz.

- Never heard of her.

- Sure you never heard of her.

Come on, will you,
we're not busting licenses.

[screeching]

[dramatic music]

- Hi, Calucci.

Anybody been asking
for me down at the station?

No, no, no, no, just somebody's
running late, that's all.

- Calucci, get his number.

He just called in.

- Sam, just in case he calls, why
don't you give me your number?

- Yeah, 783...
- 783.

- Yeah.

- Got a guy in the back, saw a
man run out in a leather jacket.

Between his and the woman's
description, could have been Moss for sure.

I'll get a couple of guys down.

- Okay.

[phone ringing]

- Yeah.

- Kojak. Your stooley, is he with you?

- Not yet.

- Was he wearing a leather
jacket last time you saw him?

- Yeah, why?

- Because he just iced Karen Lebowitz.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute, slow down.

- No, not slow down, Calucci, speed up.

Now how do you know about Karen Lebowitz?

You were in the office when
Kroc was talking about her.

Did you open your mouth?

- About Lebowitz?

- Calucci, answer me.

How does your stooley
know about Karen Lebowitz?

Does he know?

- Yeah.

- Where are you?

- 23rd and 2nd.

- Don't move.

- Hey, if you'd rather talk
to your girlfriend, Calucci,

you can do this cake, but
it's all right with me, baby.

What the hell's the matter with you, man?

What the hell's the matter with you?

- Assume the position.

[suspenseful music]

[suspenseful music]

[g*nsh*t]

[suspenseful music]

[groaning]

[suspenseful music]

- Stop, police.

[g*nsh*t]

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music]

- Sam.

[suspenseful music]



- Calucci's dead.

- Where's your coat?

Hey, you cover everything, okay?

- Lieutenant.

Sam, was he straight?

- Yeah, he was straight.

Hey... eh.. Bobby?

- About yelling at you in the office,
you know I love you, kid, right?

- Are you kidding me, Lieutenant?

I'll tell his wife if you want me to.

[suspenseful music]

[suspenseful music]

[suspenseful music]

[upbeat music].