02x17 - Acts of Desperate Men

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[music]

[tense music]





- Making 50,000 cash
from a business account

without attracting the attention
of the IRS is not a simple matter.

- I never hired you to do simple matters.

Just to make 'em look simple.

[dramatic music]

- Got to let out.

- Don't look at me,
look at the little numbers.

Look till you find.

what I want.

[g*n f*ring]

- Oh.

- Yes.

I want to report a sh**ting.

[siren blaring]

- That's Seymour Hayward,
Mr. Tyrone's book keeper.

He was here when the sh*t was fired.

Mr. Hayward, this is Lieutenant Kojak.

How you doing?

- You been working for him a long time?

- Four years.

- Real sweetheart, huh?

- As a matter of fact, he was
anything but a sweetheart.

- You know, this year he's been
involved in more real estate squanders.

Got to be at least 100 dissatisfied
customers on the Jersey swamps.

What do they call it?

Mosquito mansions, gorgeous.

You sure know his books,
don't you, Mr. Hayward?

Any outstanding debts, you
know, money's coming in, whatever.

- I couldn't comment on that.

Not without going over
everything very carefully.

- That's what you'll be doing for
the next couple of days, Mr. Hayward.

- Lieutenant. - Yeah.

- Excuse me.

- Now the sh*ts were fired from the roof

of that building across
the street, Lieutenant.

So far we have no witnesses and no prints.

Now I picked up these shell casings
and I checked them out with ballistics.

They say they came from a .223 M15 r*fle.

- That's very good, Saperstein.

- You have to be very steady, don't you?

- How's that?

- It must be 200, 300 yards.

Can't be nervous.

You must have really
have made up your mind.

It takes a special kind of determination.

- It takes a special kind of nut or a pro.

But either way, we'll get him.

- Lieutenant, it's Captain
McNeil for you, sir.

- Yeah, Frank.

- Theo, I've got a terrible coincidence.

Remember Sergeant Devine, Duke Devine?

- Sure, retired, nice guy.

- Well, the nice man is dead.

Somebody sh*t him out of his house
on Staten Island about two hours ago.

Would you believe it?

We've got two sn*pers
running around the city.

- Now what do you got on it?

- Nothing yet.

Just the shells came from an M15.

- Hey, Frank, what's worse?

Two armed loonies or
one who's on a rampage?

That's exactly the kind
of g*n that k*lled Tyrone.

- This troubles.

What possible connection could
there be between Devine and Tyrone?

- Yeah, what can I tell you, Frank?

You got me, good.

- Good morning, Mr. Corso.

- Get me Lou Handelman.

- He's on the line.

Mr. Handelman, he'll be
with you in just a second.

- You read it, Lou.

What are we gonna do?

- What's to worry about?

There's no way we can be connected
with Tyrone and Devine's death.

They're gone.

Webb is doing us a favor.

- Lou, Lou, shut up and listen.

Devine covered himself just
so we could never cut him off.

Now he drew up a letter to the police
to be sent in case we bump him off.

So maybe it's on its way
right now with our names in it.

Everything we've been
paying for, shut up about it.

- Who's got the letter?

His wife?

- No, no, no.

I don't think she ever
knew he was on the take.

It's gotta be his lawyer.

Now I understand that's Tom Nolan.

I don't figure Nolan is gonna look
for trouble and open that letter himself,

but he will take it to the
police unless you stop him.

- Lou, don't worry.

- This is the DD5 in the Jack Wiggs case.

Two and a half years
ago, - That's right.

Prominent restaurateur gets bumped off

on the New York State
Thruway handled at

Saratoga, Duke Devine
handles the investigation.

- Right.

On 1031, the below sign
detective interviewed one

Thomas Tyrone of 275 East 35th Street who
could offer no information in this case.

Well, that links Devine and Tyrone.

- Well, can I check Devine's logs, Frank?

Six days he worked at a case, and
this is all that went into the record?

Come on.

I hate to say it, but there was Duke.

Four months away from retirement, probably
with his hands out for the very first time

in his career, he breaks the
case and he doesn't tell us.

- I don't wanna believe that, Theo.

I don't see how it helps us.

- Well, suppose Devine and Tyrone
were blackmailing a third party.

Jack Wiggs' m*rder, huh?

He could have gotten tired
of paying and k*lled them both.

I don't know yet, Frank.

But nobody bumped them off because they
were a couple of angels, that's for sure.

- Duke Devine.

I can't stand this.

His wife, such a lovely woman.

- I promise, if I'm right, Frank,

I'll do everything I can to
keep her from finding out, okay?

- We all make many compromises.

I've been thinking about that a lot lately.

Limitations.

How old are you, Miss Green?

- Um, early 20s.

- Wouldn't you like to go to South
America for a carnival or maybe Australia?

There's three men there for every woman.

Maybe a chorus girl in Vegas.

It's crazy, but it's fun.

- Huh, well, I can't do everything.

- Look at me, Miss Green.

I'm 55 years old and I've done nothing.

That man yesterday,

he didn't
let anything stand in his way.

He wanted a k*ll and he did it.

- Well,

I don't want to k*ll anybody.

That's insane.

Um, anyhow, I've got to catch the phones.

- Oh, Miss Green?

- Yes?

- You address the mail that goes out?

- Yes.

- We set a checkout to
ABC Consulting every month.

You got the address on that?

- Yes, sir.

- ABC Consulting.

For what?

[humming]

- A plant, what an unusual idea.

- You really think so?

[laughing]

- Yeah, hello Tarzan, here, this is Jane.

She loves you.

Watch out, she's married.

Don't go lifting her tender little leaves.

- Thank you, Lieutenant.

- Oh, excuse me.

- A little shabby over there.

- Lieutenant.

- Yeah?

- Tarzan. - Yeah?

- Who loves you?

[laughing]

- All right, the last side
boy's coming through.

- Lieutenant. - Yeah?

- Checking on Duke Devine.

After retiring, he opened
up a couple of companies.

Ibex Security Systems, ABC Consulting, all
at the same address, 2381 Decatur Avenue.

- You have any partners?

- I don't know.

- Well, why don't we go find out, Crocker?

Ah, Fatso, cheers, happy birthday.

- See ya.

- God, now where's the fireplace?

Come on.

What an awesome responsibility.

[dramatic music]

- Taxi!

- You got a wife and two kids, Counselor,
and an envelope in your pocket, right?

You're Duke Devine's lawyer, we know that.

- What are you talking about?

- You ain't got it with you,
we go back upstairs and get it.

Or maybe we just take your
kids, until you give it to us.

Hand it over.

- No!

- Now all we do is shut up about this.

- Give me that.

[tires screeching]

- Did he sh**t you?

Somebody get a cop.

- No.

- Hey, wait.

Wait, wait.

- Get out of here.

- You can't do this.

[dramatic music].

- Okay, you ready?

- Huh?

What would get you three of this just
to be a mail drop and nothing more?

- This is kind of sweet.

- Police!

Seymour!

[panting]

Now what's a tidy little bookkeeper
like you doing in a dump like this?

Couff 'im, Crocker.

I see, 25 years in a
account, and all of a

sudden you decide to go
play detective, eh, Wood?

If my head was a pinball machine,
you know what you'd read here?

Tilt, baby.

I ain't buying it.

- I'll be honest.

You and Devine, you were siphoning
money from Tyrone's company.

He found out about it, and you sh*t him.

- You gotta be kidding.

I could never do that.

- Hey, now, that's a great alibi, saying
you were there when the sh*t came.

What'd you do, fire
it, stash the raffle

room back upstairs to
the office and call us?

- I don't even know Devine.

How could we be--
- Come on!

Two years ago, Duke Devine caught a m*rder*r,
Jack Wicks, big Midtown restaurateur.

Tyrone's real estate company
bought Wicks' restaurant after his death.

Devine investigated.

He went through all the books.

He met you.

- That was Devine?

- That was Devine.

- I swear, he never gave me the paper.

- I still got it.

- I gave you the book.

- In 1951, you were in
the Army for three months.

- How'd you know that?

- Who the hell do you think we are?

You weren't by any stretch of the
imagination an excellent marksman, were you?

- Well, as a matter of fact, that
was the only thing I was good at.

- All right, so after you k*lled Devine
and Tyrone to cover your $2,000 a month,

you went back to Tyrone's mail drop to
make sure that your name wasn't anyplace.

- No, that's not it.

- That's a lot of bull!

- No, if you knew me, if you knew my life,

you know I couldn't
even think of those things.

I couldn't even keep a family together.

I got a wife, a kid
someplace, he's 20 or so.

She always wanted
me to get out of the city.

She hated it.

But I had clients, you know, steady work.

It's hard trying to start over again.

It's risky.

- All right, once more, pal.

Why did you go back to Cato Avenue?

- Look, I know how I talk.

I know how I sound to myself.

Me, it bores me!

This sn*per, I never been
in anything like this before.

It's fascinating to me.

Our receptionist, Miss Green, she
wants to hear me talk to her about it.

- Why did you go there, Howard?

- Lieutenant Kojak, he told
me to look through the books

and look for anything that
was a little odd or off base.

There was a payment to ABC Consulting for


And I thought maybe
I could find out that it

was a payoff or maybe
find you a k*ller for you.

I don't know, I just did it.

I never just did anything!

Can't you understand?

[sobs]

[sobs]

- Lieutenant, we went
through his apartment.

The most dangerous thing
we found was his landlady.

She's a shrew.

She says that at 5.15, when Duke Devine was
sh*t, she saw him leaving his apartment,

probably on his way to
his office, like he says.

- Mm-hmm, okay.

Oh, Rick.

- Yes, sir?

- I want you to reconstruct
all the characters

that were involved
in Jack Wicks' m*rder.

- Okay, Lieutenant.

- Oh, look, Mr. Heywood.

You know, if you wanna change your
life around, okay, but do us all a favor.

Don't go playing cop, yeah?

So tomorrow morning, you go back to your
books, and if you find anything interesting,

you pick up the telephone, and
you call Manhattan South, okay?

- All right.

- Now go home.

- Okay.

- Well.

- You're pretty good with this police
brutality after all these years, Frank.

- I don't know.

- You know, maybe Heywood's
not the only misguided yo-yo.

Maybe the sn*per's looking
to settle a case that Duke,

freaked out on.

- All of which leaves me
with one glaring question.

Outside of who our executioner is.

- Yeah.

- Like, just who's next in line
for his particular brand of justice?

Huh?

[dramatic music].

- I had to get in.

Couldn't wait for you.

- What are you talking about?

Who are you?

There's a doctor on the first floor.

- Don't move.

It says here you're Tyrone's bookkeeper.

How long?

- You?

You k*lled him.

- Answer me.

- Four, five years, I forget.

I don't understand.

- Two years ago.

He was putting together
a real estate package.

Her father wouldn't sell his building.

Then he was k*lled.

Tyrone bought the building from the bank.

- First Manhattan Trust.

$232,000.

Two years ago, August, I
think the end of the month.

- Who else was in on that deal?

- A group of silent partners.

- What sound did that detective?

He knew.

He covered for them.

That wasn't hard to figure out.

The men who k*lled my father.

They bought their way out of it.

[laughing]

I go to the stockade because I didn't
want to k*ll anybody else in Vietnam.

And they k*ll, and they get
rich, and they get away with it.

- I'm sorry.

I knew nothing about any m*rder.

- The names, just give me the names.

- Sam Corso.

He's a lawyer.

Always has a new idea for
skimming off the accounts.

- Which you go along with.

- Well, technically, yes.

As long as the auditors don't question it.

Well, I'm well paid.

I know just how to do it.

It's illegal.

I'm sorry.

It has nothing to do with your father.

- There were six b*ll*ts in his body.

Now somebody pulled that trigger.

This Corso, what about him?

- Never him, no.

Corso, Tyrone, no.

They'd hire some bum to
do that kind of dirty work.

- Yeah, just like they hired you.

- Yes.

If I could look back on those books.

Maybe if I, if I look back in
the books, there might be a,

around the time of your father's death,
there might be a payment, someone they hired.

How much would it take to k*ll a man?

- I've heard it starts at $500.

- That's horrible, isn't it?

- Yes.

- Do you wanna lie down?

- I haven't got time.

- Let me help you.

Please, Sam, let me help you.

- No, doctors.

No, police, please.

- Come on, come on.

Leave him alone.

- It's k*lling me.

- We'll fix it, son.

Don't you worry.

- Yeah, isn't it, police?

Please.

The cops would have got this.
We'd have been down the tubes.

He had names, dates, everything.

Forget the cops.

If that crazy kid had
snatched the letter from me

and Nolan, we'd both be
waiting for his next sh*t.

Nolan wouldn't say anything.
What is he gonna say?

Even the old lady
wouldn't recognize me now.

Are you sure it was Wick's son?

I mean, I thought they
sh*t deserters or something.

It was him.
He looked just like the old man.

And what names you got in there?

You, me, Tyrone, and would
you believe, Joanne Yeager.

Divine had her down, too.

The old man's girlfriend?

She didn't even have anything
to do with knocking him off.

We did her a big favor.

The biggest.

Yeah.

Lieutenant, do you want to talk to
Joanne Yeager, Jack Wick's girlfriend?

She's outside.
Saperstein's just brought her in.

All right, what are you getting
on this Tyrone's partners?

Well, we're working on it, Lieutenant.

Am I waiting for anything in particular?

My undivided attention. Please come in.

Sit down.

Would you like a cup of coffee?

No, thank you.

This is about the sh**t, right?

Yes, they seem to be connected
with Jack Wick's m*rder two years ago.

You were on his arm for the last
six months of his life, young lady.

Maybe you can help us.

Listen, Lieutenant, two
years ago, I identified the body.

It wasn't easy.

And I talked to a whole bunch of cops.

If there was anything I could have told
them to get Jack's K*llers, I would have.

But did you assume Tyrone was behind
it because Wick's wouldn't sell out to him?

I didn't assume anything.

I was too horrified.

Was Wick's afraid of him
or anyone in particular?

He didn't lie down and
roll over for anybody.

You know something?

When Keith, that's his son,
got into trouble in the army,

he wrote him the most
supportive letter imaginable.

He was a wonderful father.

This Keith, you knew him?

I met him briefly before he went overseas.

You know something?

The army thinks he's mentally unstable.

What do you think?

I read letters from him, Lieutenant.

At first, he just accepted the army.

Then they raided a small village,

and he found out he had k*lled a
half a dozen civilians hiding in a hut.

There was an investigation, and the army
cleared him, but he was-- he was freaked.

He sh*t his sergeant in the leg.

I-- I think just so they'd
send him to the stockade.

Well, that's a pretty sick way to
soothe your conscience, don't you think?

Almost as sick as what he's doing now.

Hey, look, if he thinks there was
no justice in his father's m*rder--

We reopen cases all the time.

You think I'm crazy in suspecting him?

[knock on door]

Yeah?

Sorry, Theo.

Excuse me.

I think Wicks was flown
back from Southeast

Asia 10 days ago and
discharged in California.

I got a CO on the line calling me now.

Oh, don't tell me he's there.
I need a suspect, Frank.

Well, they booked him through to
New York on a commercial flight.

He was drafted here, so
they had to fly him back.

But he stayed over in
California about three days.

So?

So his CO says he went hunting.

Bought a r*fle and went hunting alone.

Yeah, hunting on target practice.

All right, thanks, Frank.

We were talking about Keith.

You haven't heard from him?

Any place we might pick him up?

Pick him up?

You'll do more than that if you have to.

Miss Yeager, you know,
as far as I'm concerned,

anybody who lives in
the city of New York has

got to be a little bit
nutty, including me.

Fortunately, very few of us go around
k*lling people with high-powered r*fles.

The ones that do, they make
themselves their own victims.

Yes, we'll do a hell of a lot more than
pick him up if it comes right down to it.

And I don't care if he thinks he's getting
even for every cop who ever got sh*t.

It's the biggest no-no in the book.

Now, please, can you help us?

He grew up in the West Village.

Knows it like a book.

Sheridan Square and through there.

He'd feel safe there.

Parker, Stavros, run photos of Keith Wicks.

Flag at the West Village.

Every flophouse in the area.

I'm sorry, Keith.

Really sorry.

[♪♪♪].

Seymor?

[♪♪♪].

Hey, Keith, don't worry.

Nobody else will come up here.

You never know.

About anybody.

Meaning who?

Meaning me?

I guess not.



This is still k*lling me, but it's better.

Well, the b*llet went right through.

You were lucky.

I got some more hydrogen peroxide.

I think we can get away
without any stitches.

Yeah. Listen.

Put this over there, please.

This is some sight.

Seven-powered.

How'd you know?

It's right on there.

I'm good at small print.

What about the books? You find anything?

I found two similar nonrecurring items...

bracketed on the same
date as your father's death.

A check for 1,000 and a check for 4,000.

Both made out to a loo handleman.

Who's he?

I don't know.

It's entered on the ledger as a bad debt.

What was that, your idea?

No.

I remember specifically
that was Mr. Corso's brainstorm.

I already made up my mind on Mr. Corso.

He's next.

That could have been handleman's
down payment, the 1,000.

Four is when the job was finished.

The job.

My father's life.

Give me your pencil, will you?



The rune and the vine.

That's over.

Corso and Handleman.

I'll check them out.

Do you know a Joanne Yeager?

Why?

She got a check from Tyrone for


Sure.

That all fits now.

Dear Keith, he wrote me.

Joanne and I are sneaking
away to Saratoga next weekend.

Hot baths and all that good stuff.

They found his body in his car
on the New York State Freeway.

Any sign of her?

Of course not.

She was the Judas goat, the one
that leads the lambs to slaughter...

for a lousy $5,000.

She wrote me this long letter
about how they changed plans.

She was waiting for
him up there in Saratoga.

How horrible it all was.

You don't buy that.

No way. Then she lucks out.

Inherits half his money. My money.

Eddie, you think I can
walk on this thing tomorrow?

-What are you doing? -Listen.

I left some shells back
in the hotel for this.

The room's not paid. They'll clean it out.
I don't want them getting on to me.

-I could go for you.
-No, Seymour. You're doing enough.

Somebody spots you, maybe
they'll tie you in to me some way.

-They question you, you talk.
-Me talk? Never.

I never give you up. Never.

I've seen lots of heroes fall apart.
Don't take it so personally.

Hey, look. I'm no hero.

You need something, and I can offer it.

It balances out both ways.

I need things that balance out.

Yeah?

What I'd like to tell you about
some of the heroes I've known.

When I heard that my father was
dead, that's what really hurt me the most.

Knowing we couldn't talk anymore.

It was just getting interesting.

I could tell him anything.

You can't do that if you're not together.

You can't do that if he's dead.

I was just thinking about my boy somewhere.

Did you ever want to give something?

It isn't birthday or Christmas time or
anything, but you just want to give something.

Because if you give something,
that way you have something.

All I want right now is to finish this job.

Finishing.

That's the big thing in
this country, Seymour.

See, you don't have to
do anything real good.

You just have to finish,
and that's good enough.

And that's all I want, to finish this job.

You know what you want.

That's a lot.

You didn't have to get into this.

I appreciate that fact.

[♪♪♪]

You can take me tomorrow.

I'll go up to the room alone, though.

That would be a big help.

I'd appreciate that.

Thank you, Seymour.

Thanks a lot.

[♪♪♪]

[dramatic music]

It's gonna be all right, son.

Believe me.

I'm not arguing with you, Theo.

I'm just pointing out a few things.

Tyrone could have a partner.

Somebody else being blackmailed by Devine.

Somebody else who kills
them both, gets off the hook

with Devine, and takes
control over Tyrone's business.

Maybe, but until we find
out that all this is true,

and zap-a-dap-a-doo like
that, I gotta go with the son.

Well, if you do pick him
up, let's get the r*fles, too.

Otherwise, the whole
thing is circumstantial.

Captain, for you and line one.

Yeah, thanks.

McNeil. Yeah.

Uh-huh. Yeah, hold it.

Hotel Kleinsinger on West 18th Street.

Hello, Kojak.

This is bottom one. He's nowhere in front.

Roger, one and two,
we're still in the room.

This guy could be in the Salvation Army.

There's nothing more lethal in
here than a needle and thread.

Nothing on the outside ledgers, and
nothing in the hallway closets, lieutenant.

Well, we followed him.
See where he's got the r*fles stashed.

I wanna know now
that this is the right man.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Nothing!

Okay. Make it look like we were never here.

[♪♪♪]

Looks like it's for 38.

Right on.

[♪♪♪].

[♪♪♪]

I can make it alone. You wait here.

Are you sure?

Yeah. I'll see you later.

Okay.

[♪♪♪].

[♪♪♪]

Lieutenant, here he comes now.

Right all units, no surveillance.

This man is probably armed,
and we're gonna take him now.

Yeah. You cover me in the hall.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪].

[♪♪♪]

Police, Wicks. Stand still.

[g*nshots].

Oh, no!

All right, get the mark.

[♪♪♪]

What was the motive, Lieutenant?

Well, revenge for his father's k*lling.

You remember Jack Wicks?

How come you didn't
find the r*fle, Lieutenant?

Well, Stavros here is
putting together all the details.

Hi, Stavros. Watch out for the jungle.

We lost two suspects there last week.

[upbeat music].

[tense music]

Now everything will be in my report, Frank.

What's the hassle?

Including proof positive
you got the right man?

Frank.

He tried to sh**t his way out of there.

He had a*mo for a revolver stashed there.

But not for a r*fle.

Well, it's someplace, and we'll turn it up.

Theo, the kid was a psycho.

He could have had all kinds of
reasons for not wanting to be arrested.

Maybe crazy ones in his head.

And who put those
questions in your head, Frank?

Chief of detectives, that's who.

I think he wanted this guy
so bad he could taste it.

He just can't believe you
wrapped this up so fast.

So just convince him.

Convince him, and the DA,
and the grand jury, and then--

and you mind if I do my paperwork?

Lock high him.

Oh, by the way, great work.

Never doubted for a minute.

Yeah, thanks a bunch.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Crocker!

That r*fle, Crocker, I want
it complete with fingerprints.

That's an urgent priority.

All right.

Well, go ahead.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING].

You want to check these, Frank?

Sam Corso, apparently an associate
of Tyrone's, was just k*lled with an M15.

Also, Lou Handelman.

That's two, Theo.

Two more.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING].

Louis Handelman, oh yeah?

This is a bad one.

The hit man for the syndicate.

Louie, didn't they tell you it's
better to give than to receive?

According to the secretary, Handelman

was the first person Corso talked to
after Tyrone and Devine were k*lled.

Yeah, sure.

Corso takes the syndicate money.

He dumps it into Tyrone's
shady real estate maneuvers,

and then they get a couple of syndicate
hit men to keep everybody in line.

I'll tell you something.

I'll lay you two to one.

This guy's finger was on
a trigger to k*ll Jack Wicks.

All right, baby.

You'll be pushing instead of pulling.

Pushing what?

Pushing what?

Pushing, pushing, pushing
up daisies, bright eyes.

It's bang, bang, bang.



You know something?

It's pretty impressive for a ghost.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[dramatic music]

One more, please.

No.

Two more.

Ghost sn*per terrorizes Midtown.

Here, want to explain
that to the commissioner?

Oh, come on, Frank.

Would you help me?

California confirms that
Keith Wicks put an M-15 r*fle

with a telescopic scope, so
I was not on the wrong trail.

Well, maybe he didn't fire it himself.

Maybe he gave it to
somebody to do the sh**ting

for him, somebody
who's finishing his job.

Yeah, like who?

He had no family,
brothers, sisters, nothing?

He didn't have any army
buddy that he was traveling with?

It was a personal vendetta.

He didn't need a partner.

Yeah?

Captain, Lieutenant, the
enemy just called Wicks had

a flesh wound, g*nsh*t,
right leg, three days old.

Any traces of blood in the hotel?

No.

That's why nobody saw him come and go.

He was holed up somewhere nursing that leg

the last couple of days,
and it wouldn't be a hospital.

But, uh, Joanne Yeager, he
might have gone to her place.

She was pretty good
friends with his father.

You get a warrant for her place.

Any traces of blood or
bandages or whatever,

anything that would help
us put this puzzle together.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[music]

Come on, turn on the light.

[PHONE RINGING].

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

Miss Yeager?

Who is it?

You heard the news?

Corso and Handelman are dead.

What are you saying?

I want to give you an imminent address.

I know who did it.

You got a pencil and paper?

Uh, just a minute.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Yes, go ahead.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[g*nsh*t]

[SCREAMING]

Take the street.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[kicking door open]

Miss Yeager?

[SOBBING]

Are you all right?

[SOBBING]

You all right?

Come here.

[SOBBING]

Here.

You drink this.

That's how you feel better.

[gulping]

[SOBBING]

There was a call, and
I turned on the light,

and there was a sh*t
through the window there.

Well, you're lucky you
had the curtains drawn.

You weren't quite lined
up with your shadow.

You feeling better?

Oh, yes.

Keith is dead.

I don't understand.

What's happening, Lieutenant?

Well, somebody's still
sh**ting all over the place.

Got you bunched in with the others
and responsible for Jack Wicks' m*rder.

Me, Lieutenant?

I was 150 miles away from
Jack when he was m*rder*d.

Not that that Detective
Devine ever really believed me.

Why was Divine so suspicious of you?

I think it was the money I
borrowed from-- from Tom Tyrone.

You were dating Jack Wicks, and you borrowed
money from Tyrone, the prime suspect?

I didn't want to borrow from Jack.

I didn't want it to look like
that kind of a relationship.

I had met Mr. Tyrone, and
he liked the business idea.

I had something in imports,
so I borrowed from him.

When?

The day before Jack was k*lled.

Afterwards, I got an inheritance from Jack.

I paid Tyrone back.

He wanted cash.

I see.

So it was never listed in
Tyrone's books as being returned.

And Divine suspected it as a payoff.

Anybody reading the books
would think the same thing, right?

Well, what do you know?

Seymour Hayward.

Lieutenant!

Who?

A gremlin from left field.

Lieutenant, an older man crossed
the street, ran to the room late tonight.

The clerk didn't really get
a look at him, but I found

a 223 shell casing and a
pen with his initials on it.

SH.

How did you know?



You know, it's like riding a bicycle.

Once you learn, you never forget.

Or like being a father.

Forensics on the way, Lieutenant.

You hold this for them.

All right.

You take care of her.

Come on.

[MUSIC PLAYING].

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

Hayward?

What's the matter?

Oh, no, it's too easy.

Hayward's a bookkeeper, right?

Neatness counts with him.

All of a sudden, he drops his
pen with his initials on it on the bed.

Maybe he's got a subconscious
desire to get caught.

And maybe I'm in the subconscious.

He takes care of the
kid, I k*ll the kid, like that.

All right, Dr. Ford, you
go check the fire escapes.

You, Crockett, get up on the
roof, see what you can find.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

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[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING].

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING].

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[g*nshots]

[MUSIC PLAYING].

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Stavros, on the fire escape!

[g*nshots]

[g*nshots]

Freeze!

Stop it, Duccio!

Hold it!

All right, now hand the
r*fle down by the barrel.

Lay it down.

Come on down.

Come on.

Over here.

All right, hands behind you.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

You k*lled my son, Lieutenant.

And he k*lled somebody else's son,
and you k*lled somebody else's son.

The music goes round, and we get nowhere.

But there's a lot of doctors you
could tell that story to, Mr. Haywood.

Go ahead.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

You know, most people
live lives of quiet desperation.

You ever hear that one, Crocker?

Yeah.

Who knows?

Maybe it's better that way.

[MUSIC PLAYING].