02x21 - The Goodluck Bomber

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[POLICE SIRENS].

All right, what about here?

This access door to the wiring system.

Somebody could tuck a device down
there, and nobody would ever notice it.

Well, that's the east section.

The dogs are going to go
through there, Lieutenant.

OK, so the dogs are
going to go through there.

Then I want you and Hackett to go through
there after the dogs go through there, OK?

Now let's go.

We gave us till 6 o'clock.

It's 4:30 now.

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Anything?

Nothing so far.

Well, try the marionette
section down there.

Right.

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Larry, what's that behind
that wall over there?

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Looks like the heart
of the switching system.

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t's going to X-ray you.

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Let's get an X-ray unit up here.

I want to get some sh*ts of this.

Okay, Crocker.
You hop out and check out the crowd.

You know they can have all the dogs, metal
detectors and heat sensors they want, but

it takes a man like Hackett
to fight a bomber like that.

Well, he's not just a bomber anymore.
Last week's expl*si*n makes him a m*rder*r.

Janitor d*ed?

Yeah.

Fred Craven, a freaky
kid who thought a novel

way to make money
was to get a job. What he

didn't know is while
he's cleaning out these

toilet bowls, he should have
been wearing an armored suit.

Excuse me, Lieutenant.
Well, here are the

X-ray sh*ts. Boy, we got
ourselves a beauty, all right.

Looks like an ordinance textbook.
I'd say about five sticks of dynamite.

Right.

Detonator. Batteries. What's this?

Ah, that's the weenie.
From what I can see of it

inside the box in here,
I'd say it's an induction coil.

What's that thing do?

It's a magnetic device. It flips when a
metal tool goes through the field, see?

Which is solved how?

With these. Taped surgical instruments.

What about an anti-disturbance device?

You see anything there?

I don't.

Like a chess game. He moves the pawn, you
move the bishop. He moves the queen, you do

two. In the meantime, this
whole damn city's in checkmate.

Well, this guy built a pretty
sharp b*mb, but we do a

pretty good job of taking
them apart. I better get cracking.

Lieutenant.

What?

You want to talk to Michel Higues? He led
the demonstrations at the U.N. during the

Algerian w*r.
He was arrested for arms possession.

Talk to anybody who has
anything to do with the b*mb.

Well, I figured that. That's why
I've got him waiting in your car, sir.

Nice Crocker.

Give myself about 40 minutes.

I'm introducing the
Kn*fe just below the top.

He's got it sealed with wax.

Seals broken.

Gently prying it loose.

Check to see if there are any
tripping wires connected to the top.

The top is off.

I'm starting to probe.

Checking the timing mechanism.

It's right next to the dynamite.

There are three wires leading from the
clocking mechanism to a series of detonators.

Just to the left of that.

[expl*si*n]

[music]

- Mr. Dawson, this is Detective
Saperstein, Manhattan South.

- You have the painting contract
on the January, is that right?

- I'd like to know if you found the truck--

- Three bombs in three
weeks and the best man

in the whole demolition
squad can't handle it?

Where does that leave us with the next one?

- Now Frank, you wanna see my
brain scattered all over the floor?

Just keep asking questions like that one.

Now what the hell does this bomber want?

He doesn't ask for money, there's
no cause he's screaming about.

- Just getting his kicks from
proving he's smarter than we are.

That attitude gets you
caught sooner or later.

- Sooner or later, Frank,
it ain't good enough

because five days from now, we're
gonna get another 24 hour warning.

- All right, all right,
you got nothing off

this, no prints, nothing
from the scotch tape?

- Nothing off this, nothing off that.

Why doesn't he ask for a payoff?

They usually slip up on a
payoff, don't they, Frank?

- You know what the shrink says?

He wants attention.

Something he didn't get
from his mother or his father.

Attention, Theo, not money.

I don't suppose this
is some 14 year old

whiz kid from the high
school of engineering.

- I followed up on Michelle,
he was in Chicago for sure,

but I was thinking, remember
this guy, Jep Cooley?

- So?

- So he was busted two years
ago for possession of live grenades.

I was figuring maybe there's
something there, I don't know.

- I've checked the list of all
the people working on the plants

and the only person that got
fired lately was his secretary.

So why couldn't it be his secretary?

That's liberation.

- From you I get secretaries,
from Frank I get high school kids,

and you come up with Jep
Cooley, some w*r surplus store freak

who goes around collecting shell
casings and old pictures of Adolf h*tler.

What happened to that
name I tossed out last week?

- Jason Milner.

- Milner, how do I know that name?

- I picked him up a couple of years
ago along with the Sturtevant brothers.

They were blowing up these
lone officers about four years ago.

- Oh yeah, sure.

He was the guy who
said he could blow the

tumblers off a safe
without chipping the paint.

- Well, you can thank the army for that.

Here he is in ordnance building booby traps

for our boys overseas,
and let's face it,

Frank, did you ever go
through the help wanted

and find an heir for a
demolition expert in booby traps?

- Hey, if he's out already,
he's gotta be on parole.

- I don't know about that, Captain.

He was some sort of a go-between

at those Attica riots that gave
him his unconditional release.

I can't pick up his trail anywhere.

I think he must have changed
his name or something.

- Hey, look, find out if he was doing
any study in jail, okay, this Milner?

You know, things like blowing
glass or computers, whatever.

- I'll follow up on Jep Cooley.

You know something, you do good work.

- Thank you, sir.

[clears throat]

[dramatic music]

[knocking]

- It's open.

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- Marge.

- Honey.

- What are you doing down here?

- Could I have a kiss, Neil?

- Sure.

- Just came back from seeing Mrs. Hackett.

- Yeah, I wanted to get over
there, but there's just no way.

I'll get over there tomorrow.

- Family was there.

Mother and her brother
and those two small children.

- Hey, honey, come on.

- This world is crazy.

It's crazy there has to be
such a thing as a b*mb squad.

Neil, what happens on the next b*mb?

- Well, I think we probably found
out quite a bit on this last one.

It's just that there's gotta be
an anti-disturbance device.

- Some anti-disturbance device?

One life for that?

Neil, who goes in on the next one?

- Well, Clemens, he has to be put on top.

He's the one that did that scuba job
last summer on that Israeli freighter.

As a matter of fact, it was a toss-up
between him and Hackett today.

[Neil sighs]

- He's good.

- But you're better.

- Yeah.

- Lieutenant, guess what?

Jason Milner studied electrical engineering

while in jail with the GI's
correspondence school.

They sent him a record of his grades

after he got out care of
Joseph Moore at Kew Gardens.

- Joseph Moore.

All right, look, get some men.

I'll get a warrant prepared.

I don't wanna lose this Milner.

- Yes, sir.

- Hello, this is Lieutenant
Kojak, Manhattan South.

Yes, I need a DA to prepare a warrant.

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[tires screeching]

- Lieutenant, Tracy and I spotted
Milner around the backyard.

- All right, let's go.

- Peekaboo.

Jason Milner, Joseph Moore,
both names are on here.

You know I've been waiting for this, Kojak.

How about you have, baby?

I think I got a lawsuit
against you for doing this.

So I'm a married man now.

I've got two kids by my wife's
former marriage, a legit job.

Hey, man, you looking at a member
of the Chamber of Commerce?

- Hey, Lieutenant.

[dog barking].

- You find every cutting tool our
friend here could have used otherwise,

and then cut some
pieces off for comparison.

- You think I'd keep any tools around
that we use to make those bombs?

You really think I'm crazy, don't you?

- Lieutenant, you wanna come
over here and take a look at this stuff?

Hey, Stavros, what's all this?

- That is my business.

I buy old pinball machines,
rebuild them, and sell them.

Look, my wife is due
with one of my kids soon.

We didn't tell the kids about my record.

Now they come home, see all of this
going on, where is that going to leave me?

Daddy was busted for
being the good luck bomber.

Thanks a lot, Kojak.

- Hey, look, if you're clean, I'm gonna be
the first to apologize, do you understand?

But with your record,
you're numero uno on the list.

- So far, they've checked
the house out, nothing.

They're in the basement
checking that out now.

- Okay, look for old newspapers
with the headlines cut out.

- Okay, we're looking,
not finding anything.

- Why don't you cuff me
in front of the kid, Kojak?

- Hey, Dad, what's going on?

- Hi, Jim.

Well, looks like someone
might have tried to break in.

- That's right, son, why
don't you go inside, huh?

Stay out of the way of the police officers.

They're looking for fingerprints.

- They are? No kidding?

[car horn honking]

- Mrs. Milner?

- Moore.

- They think I'm the good luck bomber.

- Well, I suppose that sooner
or later, from everything

Joe's told me, that you might
have had to check him out.

But all this with the neighbors
watching and everything?

- Well, I'm gonna take
him down for questioning.

If they wanna know what's going on,
you tell them that, well, he volunteered

to give me some technical
advice about the bombing.

- Which is just what he was
talking about doing last night.

- Really?

Well, that's a little hard to believe, Mrs.
Moore.

- Well, why is that so weird?

Listen, I think I was the best.

I always did, I still do.

Now, all I hear about is some nut
who's better than the whole b*mb squad.

You think I don't get interested?

I do.

- Lieutenant, if you wanna
go over the house and yard

any better, we're gonna
need metal detectors and stuff.

So far, we got nothing.

- Say anything to the kid?

- No, just to keep his
hands off things, that's all.

- Thanks.

- Mr. Milner, come on with me downtown,

and we'll talk about the last
couple of months of your life.

- All right, let's go.

- Okay, Pasa, do we have
our bomber or don't we?

- I'm afraid not.

At least I can't prove it's Milner.

He has his alibi well established
a week before the first bombing.

- And besides, if it were Milner,
he'd be doing it for bread, baby.

- Well, return tent spaces.

Do not collect $200.

- I wonder how your suspect would feel if
I asked him to take a look at these x-rays.

Well, I mean, even surgeons
get outside opinions, right?

I need all the help I
can get, he says good.

- Why not?

Besides, he'd love it.

- All right with me.

- You should have taken these
x-rays from at least three sides.

- Man, we had less than an hour's time.

- An hour?

That's an eternity.

- Now that is for sure.

- I assume your man went
in with non-metallic tools.

- Yeah.

- He try freezing it?

- Freezing it?

- It's a little Mercury switch,
an anti-disturbance device.

Sometimes we freeze
the b*mb to immobilize it.

I haven't been able to find a drop of
Mercury anywhere in this X-ray of you.

- Who needs Mercury?

I can make an anti-disturbance
device out of glass

tubing and glycerin and it
would never show in the X-ray.

- That's a new one on me.

- Well, is it possible?

- What isn't?

- You want to tell me somebody from outer
space is arming these bombs with Krypton?

- I'd believe it.

- Well, I'd freeze it next time.

The CO2 should do it.

- Right.

- Listen, he is good.

I'm impressed.

What's he really want?

- Something you're not putting in the
papers like a couple of million, maybe.

- Hey, look.

Any jerk can grab a kid or plant a b*mb,

but when it goes for
the payoff, never happen.

- Never?

- That's right, baby.

You better believe it.

He goes to collect, we nail him for sure.

Okay, Milner, thanks a lot.

- Okay.

- Milner.

Stay clean, baby.

- Hey, no way I intend to go back to jail.

- Well.

- Milner's sh*t.

Here it is.

- Lieutenant.

This was mailed to the 16th precinct.

We've dusted it already.
There's no prints, nothing.

To whom it may concern.

Manhattan General
Hospital, 12 noon, Thursday.

If you don't succeed at first...
cry, cry again. Good luck.



That's 18 1/2 hours.

Good luck.

The director of Manhattan
General was just on the phone.

He wants to put out a news release.

He's willing to negotiate any
demands the bomber might have.

What demands? If he wanted anything,
he could have had it three bombs ago.

Kojak.

- I'm here.
- Okay, I'll meet you down there.

It's Becker. They found the
b*mb, finally, in the basement.

- In the base... Get on it. - Three hours.

Crocker!

Get on it.

Lieutenant Kojak, New York Police
Department, is just riding this thing.

We're trying to get some
explanations from him about this.

Lieutenant, do you know what's going on?

Isn't it true that you don't know anything
more about this case than you did before?

That it looks to me like you're caught
between a rock and a hard place...

trying to catch up with this guy.

You know, if you guys would stop
treating this like a weekly carnival...

maybe he'd get bored and go home
and stop playing to an empty house.

Hey, now, wait a minute, Lieutenant.
As I'm sure you're aware...

the lives of innocent people
are at stake on this thing.

Now, isn't there something that
the public should be aware of?

Is there something they
shouldn't hear about this thing?

Yeah, there's something they should hear.

If they know anything about
who this bomber is, they call 911.

Of course, there's a guy out there
who needs to get his head straight...

and needs a lot of help.

You can help him, you can
help us, you can help everybody.

Officer, would you take him back?

Thank you very much, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant Kojak is now entering
the north wing of the hospital...

where I understand the b*mb is located.

I cut all the wires down in the basement.

I want buttressing material
up against that north wall.

This thing blows. I don't want to
lose the whole building, all right?

Where is it, Becker?

Down in the boiler room.

And if it should blow,
who gets there this time?

Me.

Big surprise.

Look, I had 14 volunteers this morning.

But I, honest to God, feel like
I'm the best one qualified, so...

Television equipment's here.

The X-ray should be ready any minute.

Tell them to get that
camera set up right away.

- Right. - Television?

I want to trace every step of this process.

If I fail, the guy that comes
after me's got a better sh*t.

Now, Theo, I think you'd
better get out of here...

because this ain't no healthy place.

Uh... In case you change your mind,
okay, the building, replaceable, right?

Get in any closer.

Please, we're moving
this out from the area here.

We're gonna try to get better sh*ts for
you as we can, ladies and gentlemen.

It's an extremely tense
situation, as I said before.

All right, then tell me the FBI
report came in on the dynamite.

It was sold to a construction company
about a year ago over in Jersey someplace.

Lieutenant?

[ Indistinct Chatter ]

Okay, Mike.

I watch football, but I can't get involved.

But this on TV? Dynamite.

Maybe there's some way I can help.

How's Becker doing?

He's got about an hour. Come on.

Police have totally
sealed off the area now.

We are gonna try to get more information
from some of the-- Excuse me, lieutenant.

Oh, no.

Okay, we can't get any
more information right now,

but as these tense
hours continue to tick off,

more and more technicians
appear to be arriving on the scene.

That's all we can report
right now from this spot,

but we'll bring you more
reports as soon as we get them.

[ Siren Wailing ]

That's a hum.

It's definitely a battery timepiece.

Maybe a day-date watch.

They can set 'em months in advance.

Yes.

But it would have to be a Grotec.

Why a Grotec?

Because it's the only one on
the market that isn't anti-magnetic.

Yeah.

Yeah, see? Compare these two.

See this dark area here?

Yeah.

I think we tap in right here, three inches.

Lee, why not?

Pilot to go pilot, Roger
and out, you know, like that.

That's easy enough for me to
say, hey, nothing personal, fellas.

But I'm not gonna be here
for the takeoff or the landing.

Good luck.

Tenants, just in case,
we'll get it all in take.

How much time we have?

Fifty-five minutes.

It's an eternity.

For sure.

Thank you very much, officer.

I understand that now there are two experts
inside the hospital working on that b*mb.

Meanwhile, in this Van over here, they're
recording the whole process on videotape.

It's getting pretty tense.

There are less than 15 minutes
to go before the fourth device...

Placed by the so-called
good-luck bomber is set to explode.

So far, none of his threats
have been idle ones.

There's no reason to
think any differently now.

Check this.

What's that?

Fiber optics.

You can probe into any small area.

Take a look around.

Broadcasts out on a monitor like this.

How's it look?

Clear so far.

Okay.

It's clear.

What about now?

Clear so far.

Okay?

It's all clear.

All right.

[Tense Music]

Now what?

There's no extra gimmicks under there.
You'll freeze it and start cutting.

- Clear. - Clear. Good.

This corner.

[Tense Music]

Clear.

All right.

Now for the big one.

Good.

[Tense Music]

What does that look like to you?

It's okay.

All clear. Ready to freeze.

[Tense Music]

[Tense Music].

Wow, now.

Three wires.

Two of them twisted.
You think one of them's a dummy?

I think the wrong one
will blow us sky-high.

The X-ray won't help here.

[Tense Music].

[Tense Music]

He wouldn't twist two hot
wires around each other.

Suppose insulation was bad.
Why run the risk?

Cut the odd one.

[Tense Music].

[Tense Music]

[Sighs].

[Sighs]

[Chuckling]

Get somebody in here to remove this thing.

Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, today.

That's five days since
they've tore this thing apart.

I know how many days, I know how
many hours, I know how many minutes.

But I still can't prove that this b*mb
wasn't built in a black forest by the elves.

And you want to know why? Because
the material you used on this b*mb...

ordinary extension cord,
wire, nuts and bolts...

you could pick up in any
hardware store, any supermarket.

I thought this watch was gonna
wrap it up for us, if nothing else.

Uh...

This watch here is out of stock and off the
market. Somebody must have stockpiled them.

Well, does that sound like a nut
to you or somebody with a plan?

What kind of a plan, Frank?
Has he asked us for anything?

Does that sound like a plan to you?

Lieutenant, that was the
Atlantic City Police Department.

It seems like our bomber is
getting a lot of publicity down there.

Two kids just blew
themselves up this morning...

trying to make some kind of a copycat b*mb.

Two sticks of dynamite.

One of the kids' fathers
used to stock it for business.

Beautiful. It's a fair, eh?
Just like the hula hoop.

Well, this fair just blew
their heads clean off.

Detective Rizzo.

Sorry to be ugly about it.

Lieutenant, it's Crocker.

Yeah?

Lieutenant, I'm at Midway Jewelry Supply.

They used to have a
semi-exclusive on the Grotek watch.

Well, I've got one here,
and it's the same model.

About a year ago, they
ran a mail-order special.

So I checked their invoices and
came up with one order for five...

mailed to an east-side address.
Do you have a pencil?

Okay.

Keep an eye on the
place, and I'll send a unit.

Stavros. Stavros.

Yeah.

Here. Crocker will meet you.

Let's go.

All right, his name's Williamson.
He's still in his apartment.

All right, let's go.

Hey, this Williamson, what does he do?

He rents these cigarette machines to bars.

That's what he told the landlady.

The next inbounding, Walt
Frazier comes out of the backcourt.

-Sops, 30 feet.
-Police, Williamson, open up!

-Police. -Monroe looking in deep.

Ginelli can't get free.

You need a search warrant. It's on its way.

A warrant for what?
I got no secrets. Help yourself.


five watches just like this...

from Midway Jewelry Supply. Is that right?

No way I can forget that.
No, you got the wrong animal.

They were mailed to you
January 15th last year.

I was in Florida January the 15th.

I go to Miami every
January, the whole month.

Anybody use your apartment
while you were away?

They might have known you were gone.
Maybe use your mailbox.

I don't like too many people to know.

The clients I rent my machines to,
they like having me around for service.

Of course, I told Joe he was
gonna handle my route for me.

-Joe? -Yeah.

We have different machines
in a few of the same bars.

He's got pinball games.

This man's name wouldn't
be Milner or Moore, would it?

Yeah, Moore. He lives up in Kew Gardens.

-Saperstein? -Yeah.

You get over to Milner's house.

Put him under continuous
surveillance and call in every few hours...

even if nothing happens.
I gotta call the lieutenant, Clow Min.

Okay, Bobby.

No wonder he knew what wire to cut.

But why? What was Milner's motive?

I don't know, Frank.
Maybe you wanna play that big hero scene.

He plants four bombs, kills
two people to be a hero?

-Now, that's nuts. -Hey, Milner.

You're not figuring him
for a huge shakedown.

You know something, Frank?

Five watches sold.

Only four bombs so far.

I think we got one more out there.

All of them planted months ago.

So surveillance isn't
gonna get us anywhere.

We can't prove that Milner ordered those
watches... mailed to Williamson's address?

This is one huge, gastric pain.
That's what this is.

Yeah. Excuse me, Captain.

This is Mr. Mackey.
He says it's very urgent.

Gentlemen, my name is Arthur
Mackey, president of Hudson Gas and Oil.

Mr. Mackey.

Now, this note was left for
me at my home two hours ago.

"The last b*mb. The biggest yet.

"You get until midnight tonight... "or
say goodbye to the Hudson refinery...

"in scenic Staten Island. Good luck."

Now, do you gentlemen know what one big
b*mb can do to my Staten Island refineries?

It would knock that plant out for weeks.

It'd poison the bay and it would
cost tens of millions of dollars.

Now, what does he want?

He doesn't.

I hope you're calling Dial-A-Prayer.

No, Frank. Milner.
He knows he's indispensable.

All right, plug in that conference
room and give it, will you, Frank?

[phone rings]

Hello? Milner, this is Kojak.
How you doing?

Great. What's up?

Look, I'm on the spot, Milner.

I gotta tell you, in all honesty, I
don't know where to turn except to you.

We got another b*mb and
we need your help again.

Help us find it, disarm it.
What do you say?

Well, this doesn't come
as a total surprise, Kojak.

All right.

But there's just one thing.

Since my rather obscure talents
have suddenly become so essential,

don't you think it only fair
that I should get paid for them?

After all, how many chances
does a man with my skills get

to earn an honest
wage for risking his life?

What do you consider
an honest wage, Milner?

Oh, say, one million dollars, Kojak.

Kojak?

Why don't you come down? We'll discuss it.

I'm on my way.

Joe, what was that all about?

Oh, it's just a joke. And with Kojak,
I have to go down and talk to him.

You said risk your life. I heard you.

Joan, I know what I'm
doing, and I'm doing it for us.

Now, don't you worry.

Well, brilliant. He disarms
one b*mb and then

sets himself up as the
only one that can do it.

Sure. Why run the
risk of extorting a million

dollars when you can
demand it for your services?

Which is all very legal, I hesitate to add.

Wait a minute, gentlemen.
Wait a minute. You have an

expert who wants a million
dollars to save our refinery?

Well, I can have a check here in one hour.

He's got us, Theo. He's got us good.

Maybe. Let me see that note.

Maybe we'll get one
more chance to defuse him.

Mr. Kojak, you don't understand.

I mean, last year in South
America, we paid over

ten million dollars to
get back two secretaries

and a branch manager
from South America.

I mean, I want to pay this man his million.

Mr. Mackey, do you want guerrilla
t*rrorists on the streets of New York?

Don't you think we have enough already?

Well, then why did you ask me to suffer
my control and bring a check for a million?

Bait.

Now, where the hell is Fowler?

He was working undercover in the
East Village. They're picking him up.

How about the surveillance equipment?

Well, the Staten Island
police are going to borrow

it from the Bronx. It's
probably on its way now.

How well do you know the
Staten Island plant of yours?

Well, I was in on the initial design.

Oh, good. Where's the best
spot to sneak in through security,

pull out the b*mb, where
it'll do the most destruction?

Probably number three cracking plant.

I'll show you one of the maps when
they get here, if they're coming over.

Lieutenant.

But what I don't
understand is why you want

maps of my other
storage facilities as well.

I mean, they're not involved.

Captain Fowler is here.

What's up, Lieutenant? I was just getting
acquainted with a delicious acid field.

Just go into my office there
and start learning your lines.

Take off the watch you
got and put on this one.

Don't ask any questions. Come on.

More lines. What's going on?

Mr. Mackey.

Here.

One million dollars.

Paid a bearer. Incredible.

What's going on, Mr. Mackey?

Give me those maps.

Look, Mr. Hughes, you go home and
don't say anything to anybody, okay?

That's right, Captain.

Crocking plant number
three, Staten Island facility.

The detective Crocker will be there to
show you where to put the equipment.

All right.

Okay.

You got it down?

Yeah.

All right.

Got us way up.

Let's go.

Okay.

Come with me.

This way.

Who is it?

Milner.

Okay.

Come in.

This is Mr. Mackey from Hudson Gas and Oil.

Mr. Milner.

Mr. Mackey.

Here's a certified check for $1 million.

It's dated for tomorrow.

You disarmed the b*mb.

You live.

You can cash it in the morning.

Okay.

Now, where is this b*mb
supposed to be planted?

Well, we're counting
on your expertise there.

Oh, by the way, Mr. Milner, this was
the note that was left for me at my house.

One last b*mb, the biggest yet.

You get until midnight tonight or
say goodbye to the Hudson refinery.

I mean, this is... Is it?

This is all you have to go on?

Why, Mr. Milner?

Do you think there's something missing?

Really, I have no idea.

It would just be nice if you
were a little more specific.

Well, I have the maps
right here, Mr. Milner.

Why don't we take a look at them?

Now, it's my guess that it's
either in the Bronx or maybe

at our dockside facilities
at our East River Landing.

What about Bayonne or Staten Island?

That makes sense to me.

Sorry to bust in, Lieutenant, but
I think we just caught a bomber.

Yeah, sure, I heard that one before.

Tracy and me, we took
a ride downtown to the

Hudson Oil Company's East Side Landing as
soon as we found out about that new letter.

We found this going over the fence.

Run around here.

Don't you touch a little pattern.

Don't touch me.

Don't touch none of me, pig.

What the hell are you doing?

His name is Alan Zwicker.

He had these on him, wire cutters.

They're for my fingernails.

They're very well-groomed.

Well-groomed.

Here, this is yellow.

Alan Zwicker, number
of arrests for disturbing

the peace, co-founder
of Students Against

Imperialism, indicted
for inciting to riot in

connection with picketing
on the Hudson Oil Company.

So, so what?

I know you.

Zwicker.

Oh, yeah.

I picked up Morse and that
kid in your apartment, huh?

Nothing stuck against me.

It was his house where
they were building the bombs.

What?

I think we're wasting valuable time on him.

He doesn't know his can from a
tea kettle when it comes to bombs.

Hey, what's a good voltage
for one of these packages?

What is this, huh?

Some kind of corny cop trick?

I don't got the time.

Hey, what do you hear?

Crotec.

Electric Day-Date Watch.

So?

So, well, I'll tell you what, so.

You and me, Junior, we're gonna take a
ride down to the east river landing, okay?

And we're gonna look for the b*mb.

And if we don't find the b*mb,
we're gonna stay there till midnight.

And then at midnight, one
million gallons of gasoline, poof!

I think you'd like that.

Theo, you can't.

Yes, I can.

Go get those portable lights.

Come on, Frank, please.

All right, I'll give you the orders.

Start evacuating the whole downtown area.

Thanks, Frank.

Excuse me.

Are you buying this theory?

I'm the expert around here.

What about my opinion?

It's a lieutenant's decision, Mr. Milner.

And besides, paying you
a million dollars is not going

to make me look very good
with the board now, is it?

The check.

Please?

Listen, I risked my life for you guys once.

I come down prepared to do it
again, and you don't want my help.

Well, we got our man, Milner.

Isn't that your Kn*fe?

Kojak!

Don't you ever come to
me again, because if you do,

a million is going to
look like a bargain, baby.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Lieutenant Kojak, Captain North,
duty captain of Staten Island.

Hi, Captain.

How are you?

We've got two low-level television
cameras set up, one down there

about a quarter of a mile, the
other up there on the landing.

What's all this about, Lieutenant?

Well, we hope it's about this yo-yo
bomber showing up to disarm his b*mb.

You know, he probably
doesn't have another one.

Can't risk making another one.

He'll try to save this one.

By the way, Detective
Saperstein called for

you, and Mrs. Milner came
down to the station to see you.

He's driving out here with
her now, said it was urgent.

Thanks, Captain.

Right.

What is this equipment?

Special TV cameras.

Light amplifiers, they call them.

They see in the dark 100
times better than the human eye.

Is that a car down there?

I can't see a thing.

It's not a car, it's a Van.

That's him.

All right, Crocker, station yourself
down by that t*nk over there.

All right, let's move in on him.

But don't rush him until he
walks away from it, okay?

Is it disarmed or not, Milner?

Here, I found this in his pocket.

It's quite possible
he built this thing so it

could be disarmed
magnetically from the outside.

Sure.

Put it in the wrong
place, see what happens.

It's over for me any
way you look at it, Kojak.

At least this way my family gets insurance.

How much time we got, Theo?

Give or take three minutes.

All right, hold this for me.

Guts of this one are like the others.

The magnet could be on either end.

Heads or tails, you got two minutes.

Lieutenant, I brought Mrs.
Milner, she wants to talk to you.

Joe, go back!

Joe!

Come back!

Joe, I know what you've done.

Please don't make it any worse.

You're making it worse!

Don't do this to the kids, Joe.

They're gonna have to live with it.

Everybody get out of here.

Here, take this.

Come on!

Milner, is it the end
away from the batteries?

Help them.

Huh?

Joe, please!

It's gotta be.

Right, Milner?

Right!

Heads, we win.

Tails?

Who would have cared?

No business like show business.

Take a bow, baby.

All right, take him to the car.

I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

I'm sorry about everything.

You go home and tell your son that he came
down to try to make it easier for us, okay?

Maybe that'll help.

Let's go.

You'd have to be the best
to pull a plan like mine off.

Well, you didn't pull it off, Milner.

Pretty good guess, Becker.

Nobody works in this business for


I gave it my best sh*t, I was right.

I'm sorry.

You're forgiven.

Gentlemen, I want to really
thank you very, very much.

Both of you.

Why don't you just buy
us a drink, Mr. Mackey?

I don't drink.

I don't either, but why don't
you buy us a drink anyway?

[MUSIC PLAYING].