[MUSIC]
- He's here.
- We really pushed
the right button with him.
[MUSIC]
[KNOCKING]
- Open up, it's Professor Draper.
- Come in, Professor.
- What is this all about, Master?
- And why are you here, Villiano?
- Because we don't feel
as if you've been exactly
fair with the grades you've
given either one of us.
- Grades?
I'm here because of a
name you mentioned on the
phone to me, and that's
the only reason I'm here.
- Mark Green, assistant
headmaster, Carter School for Boys.
Friend of yours?
- That's a pretty nice bar, if
you're not into picking up girls.
- You know, Draper, Carrie
and I intend to graduate with
the best records of any two
PhDs in experimental psychology.
- You make it a vicious game.
Your experiments are more like
t*rture, endurance, limits to the organism.
So maybe I'm not fair.
Maybe you do deserve higher marks.
But that would be like giving some
seal of approval for work I hate.
- I haven't been wrong, have I?
You want to blackmail me for better marks?
Let me tell you something.
Mark Green is an old
pal of mine from college.
He went his way and I've gone mine.
You've put it all together entirely wrong.
And you are going to pay for it.
- What about your friend?
Teachers at a boys' school?
Suppose they knew.
- He's dead.
He att*cked me.
It was self-defense.
- We've got to explain everything.
- No, no, no, no, no.
We don't have to explain
anything to anybody.
There was a box in the hallway.
I'll use it to take the body
out and then I'll go home.
You clean up the place.
Let's move.
[♪♪♪]
[glass shatters]
[♪♪♪]
- Oh, Ted. It's 8 o'clock.
I have to be at work in an hour
and I haven't had any sleep.
I'm beginning to wish I hadn't
called the police in the first place.
- You know, Miss Mason,
I'd be terribly disappointed
if your employer didn't
give you the day off.
You know, a conscientious citizen reporting
a m*rder, that's worth a whole lot to me.
- I've got dozens of people counting
on me to produce a television commercial.
And I don't get any days off. Please.
I've given my story twice. May I go?
- I'm sorry. We have to
go down to Manhattan South
and, you know, get a
sketch of the man you saw.
- I can't stand, on top
of everything else, this.
- All right, the ambulance
says he was stabbed.
He was found on the bottom
where the body was dropped off.
And maybe he came up with a Kn*fe.
- Well, how about that cardboard
box she said was dumped in after all?
- It's probably down in the
Gulf Stream by now, Lieutenant.
- Where'd she say the car was parked?
- Right over here.
[♪♪♪]
- I see.
They loaded the body in the box
and dragged it to about here, right?
- That's the story.
- What?
- What what?
- Well, there are scraps of paper
and junk all over the place, Lieutenant.
- With blood on them?
See if you can get it
confirmed by the laboratory.
- Lieutenant! Please!
- Now, that's one inch you
witnessed we got there, Lieutenant.
- No. That is a lady paying
the price of deliberation.
- That's what that is, Crocker.
[♪♪♪].
[♪♪♪].
- Is that a good hairline?
- Yeah. Yeah.
- How's the nose?
- It's, um, it's too wide.
- How's that?
- Yeah, it's better.
A little, yeah. Oh, good. Okay.
That's it.
- You happy with it now?
- Yeah.
- Then I'm happy.
- Well, if you're happy with
the picture, Lieutenant, I'm happy.
Except for it's... it's not quite perfect.
- You know, Miss
Mason, ever since the first
time I really, really
looked in the mirror,
I abandoned the notion
of absolute perfection.
It makes everything easier.
All right, get it printed up, make
some copies, but hold the distribution.
Well, thank you very much, Miss Mason.
That for me? That for you.
[♪♪♪]
- She's a nice-looking lady.
Just being around her makes me
want to start biting my fingernails again.
- She just won out this morning,
or maybe it's every morning.
Now she's pushing to be a
producer, television commercials.
Can't believe I read in some
magazine that she's right up
there with police work and her
nervous breakdown sweepstakes.
Other than that, this is a conscientious
lady and an excellent witness.
- Lieutenant, ten o'clock.
You said I'd be out of here
- We had to replace the Bulbin
machine, wait for Crocker to get here.
- What about all the hours it took all
those policemen to get down to the pier?
If I ran my organization like you
people, I'd never get anything done.
- Well, we like things to
work like a well-oiled machine.
But most of the time
we get by on sweat,
which is kind of how it
works for most people.
- Well, I find it impossible.
Somebody please run me down to my office.
If I have to stand out on
the street for 15 minutes
trying to get a cab, I
will absolutely collapse.
- Can you hear the lady's Saperstein?
- Sure.
- First, you know that's going to
make me late for court, Lieutenant.
And there goes our well-oiled machine.
You see how easy it happens, lady?
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's just that I--
- You go knock them
out with whatever you
got to do in, thanks,
and we'll be in touch.
- Right this way.
- Lieutenant!
The lab confirms that the blood on that
cardboard is the same type as the victim's.
We never did find his
wallet, but they should
have rolled his prints
at the morgue by now.
- You call the lab. See if they can
give us any help on that cardboard.
What kind of box it came
from, what was in it originally.
- Well, there were some
funny little numbers on
it, and they're trying
to work all that out now.
- Now, Lieutenant, the
victim's name is Dan Draper,
a psychology instructor
out at New York College.
- Find out where he
lived and take Stavros.
See if there's any sign
that's where he was k*lled.
- Let's go.
- Rocco.
Come on. Let's get educated.
[♪♪♪].
[♪♪♪].
- John.
- Why would you do that?
You give the poor animal a clean path to go
down, and then you shock him for taking it.
What's the point of leaving him no way out?
- Janice, there isn't one
of us who hasn't driven rats
nuts accidentally, so why
not do it on purpose, huh?
- Now we've got a rat who needs a shrink.
Maybe we should drive a lot of them crazy.
Do some group therapy.
A bunch of rats in group therapy.
That's not brilliant.
- I don't think Professor Draper's
going to find that brilliant at all.
- Professor Draper's going to get fired
if he doesn't start showing up on time.
I find it inconceivable.
Dan Draper's one of
my brightest instructors.
My own personal choice.
- Is he married? Any family?
- Not married.
Family's in Minnesota, I think.
He's hardworking, serious.
He's in there. I know it. He's got to be.
Draper's not here?
- No, sir.
[music]
- Bill, call Larry Heaps. Tell him
there's no way I can have supper tonight.
- He just called and said there was
no way he could have supper tonight.
- Oh, that's a break.
I hate counseling on the client, even him.
- So, the hired help should know the news?
- They liked the rough cut.
- Liked a little, a lot? What?
- I'm not sure. I'm going to have
to sh**t some additional scenes.
- Oh, call Richard.
Tell him the film's up here.
Call Debbie at Casting
Unlimited and tell her
I've got to have that
girl as soon as possible.
Oh, call my doctor.
Tell him to refill this.
I'm never going to get through the day.
And this one, too.
- I know. If you're ever
going to get through the night.
- Excuse me, Miss Mason.
I'm sorry to trouble you, but
we came up with a suspect and
would like you to come downtown
and take a look at the lineup.
- Now?
- Uh-huh.
- I have to be in three
places in the next five minutes.
- Well, let's make it four places.
- Okay.
- How can they do that?
Don't even tell us the charges.
Terry, I want to sue.
- They can't hold him for the lineup.
Then specify the charge.
- It must be someone
who looks exactly like Bob.
There's no
other way to explain it.
- Did you say anything to
the police before I got here?
- I just explained to them.
Robert was in his room
studying when we went to bed.
That was 10.30 last night.
Eight this morning, my wife woke him up.
- I'd probably say one
hour while you were sleeping.
- He's got exams. He's exhausted.
- He was sleeping.
- You know how hard that boy studies.
I pushed him all his life.
That's why he always comes through.
Top of his class.
- Vigliano?
This is Detective Stavros.
And this is a warrant
to search his son's room.
Is there anybody at your
apartment with my men in?
- My wife is there. Under sedation,
thanks to this incredible mistake.
If anything happens to
her, you pay for that too.
- This warrant is to search only his room.
You see they don't exceed that.
- Good luck, Angino, okay?
- Sophistry, Rizzo.
Okay.
- Colbenz, want to come inside with me?
Miss Mason, just in time. Please.
- Lorelei? - Yeah.
- Here.
- Okay.
- Don't forget the...
- I won't. I won't. I got it.
- I'm sorry, you're going
to have to wait out here.
- Oh. - Shouldn't be long.
- Okay.
[clears throat]
- Someone stole my wallet. How about you?
- Oh, um, my boss spotted some
guy dumping a body in the river.
You know, typical night on the town, right?
- Really?
Hey, uh, all those pills and
stuff, uh, what's this scene?
- Advertising.
Some rat race.
I mean, I'm not complaining, mind you.
A woman can make it real
big if it doesn't k*ll her first.
She's got it all on the line right now.
- How's that?
- A chance to produce her
first commercial all by herself.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
- Hey, um, my name's Bill.
Um, I'm a researcher.
I'd love to take you out to lunch sometime.
Uh, I mean, advertising.
That's something I'm very curious about.
- Adele Newman, with a "W."
Extension 3-1-2-1.
Could we make it supper instead?
We never get a decent lunch hour.
- [laughs] Okay, great.
- Now, Miss Mason,
would you look through here?
Last night you reported
seeing an individual
at Pier 7 at approximately
Do you recognize that
individual in the lineup?
- Yeah, I do.
It's, uh, it's the man in the middle.
[music]
- Vigliano, he won't say a
word on his lawyer's advice.
- Well, the Mason girl's
identification is pure gold.
I think she'll hold up on the stand,
even against a nerve-racker like Koblenz.
But the problem is, I may
not even get an indictment
without being able to
show motive, opportunity.
Well, you know the problems.
- We've got no m*rder
w*apon, no witness to the actual crime,
no idea of where the
stabbing actually took place.
- There's no traces of
blood or signs of a recent
cleanup, either at the
victim's apartment or Vigliano's.
- So all we've got is the girl.
I say we arrest Vigliano, but
we don't go to the grand jury
until we get corroborating
evidence to go with her story.
- He probably stuck a
Kn*fe five inches deep into his instructorr
and he's gonna
get out on a lousy $25,000 bail.
- Well, you just get a
little more on him, and
the girl's identification
will swing the case.
That's what I think. I'll talk to you.
- You see the rats in
the lab where he works.
You press a button, boop, you get
some food that's called conditioning.
That's what they call it.
You know something? I'm conditioned, too.
They hate creeps like Vigliano
who zap little dumb animals
with electricity and stick
knives into their instructors.
[♪♪♪]
- I'm okay. Don't worry.
$25,000 bail?
If they really thought they had the right
guy, it would have been a million, right?
But this girl who made the
identification, she's crazy.
She's got to be.
- Well, if she's not, she's pretty close.
- Is she?
- Mm-hmm.
[♪♪♪]
- Like her secretary
says, it's a rat race.
Just depends on how
much you want the cheese.
- That's just how we treat her.
Like an animal.
- You've got to keep in
touch with this secretary.
We've got to have
feedback on how we're doing.
- Feedback on exactly what, though?
- The world is filled with people hanging
on to their sanity by some little thread.
Call it habit, training,
routine, anything you want.
Just like our rat in the maze.
We cut that thread so they
can't depend on anything.
And you'll see what happens.
- So we rattle a cage
and get her to fall apart
and your lawyer wipes
her out on the stand?
- She won't even get to the stand.
She's a wreck already, right?
Well, by the time we
get finished with her,
everybody's going to buy
her su1c1de in two seconds.
- Whoa.
She could freak out or run away.
I mean, su1c1de isn't on the way out.
- We're going to make sure it is, Kerry.
Because it's the safest for us.
- You set a fine example.
- Rest and relaxation, Frank.
Just give me a second.
What is that?
- I just got off the
phone with the DA's office.
Post is bugging me.
He wants to know what
we've got on Villiano this week.
- Crocker!
Tell him what the lab said
on that piece of cardboard.
- From the ink and type of cardboard,
they think it's part of a heavy-duty
packing container for a stove or
some major appliance from Taiwan.
I'm going over to their trade
center to see if I can pin it down.
- Excellent.
Now, who runs a tight ship?
- I do.
Now, what about motive?
- Well, we can't find any connection between
Villiano and Draper except in college.
And just as soon as Professor
Hooper finishes grading the
lab reports that Draper was
working on, we get together,
go over Villiano's academic record,
and that should be this afternoon.
Hey, you want to try?
- No.
- What's with you?
- I'm bucking for inspector.
- Oh.
- Besides, you were standing too close.
- 21. He's Irish.
- You can see when Villiano started
this advanced lab course last year,
he got an A on the first quiz,
but then got a B on the final grade.
- You mean this year at
midterm, Villiano got a B minus?
- That is rather surprising.
- But how did he do on
the paper you just graded?
- A, easily.
I'll go back over his grade on the midterm.
Maybe Draper was being unfair to him.
- I'd like to have that
information, Professor.
- This is a brilliant young man,
competitive, determined to be
successful, but k*lling an
instructor he felt was unfair to him.
Is that what you're trying to say?
I mean, that doesn't
even really make sense.
- No, Professor.
And that's what scares the hell out of me.
Because maybe someday
somebody else will get in his way.
Who knows?
A psychology professor.
- No, he's going into government research.
Maybe politics.
- A senator?
A president?
Professor, they've got
to come from somewhere.
[Music]
- Nine thirty!
- Taxi! Taxi!
- Taxi! Taxi!
[Music]
- Now I get the answering machine.
She must have left.
Here comes good news.
- Good morning, Mr. Foreman.
- Uh, Mrs. Mason's on her way.
She must have gotten caught in traffic.
- We all get caught
in traffic, Miss Newman.
We plan on it.
In the meantime, we've got a
$500 an hour narrow-Gauge.
- Well, he was a few minutes
late himself, Mr. Foreman.
- Oh, here she is.
Mr. Foreman, I'm sorry I kept you waiting.
Just wait a minute.
I'll be right with you.
- It's all right.
- Mr. Foreman, I'm sorry.
I'm late.
Something went wrong with
the electricity in my apartment.
Have you made any takes yet?
- No, Miss Mason, because
that's what we're paying you for.
Now may I see your script for a second?
- Mr. Herman, we're writing off.
Would you read that through for us nice
and easily so we can get a voice level?
Thank you.
[paper rustling]
- Windy days bring a tingle to life
and a tangle to today's casual hairstyles.
But you can brush up wherever you are
with this pocket-sized Windsor Sportster.
Windsor's remarkable
rotary action actually helps
your hair fall into its
natural growth patterns.
So, use the brush used
by Hollywood hairdressers.
Windsor.
- San Diego.
We'll take two weeks off
at the end of the month.
And Rivera.
- Let's leave somebody
on duty who speaks Spanish.
- All right.
We'll make it, uh, San Diego
and Bloomberg starting the 15th.
Yeah.
Captain, Lieutenant, on that cardboard
box that told you his body was found,
and the Taiwan Trade
Council didn't exactly know what
the numbers meant on the
piece of the box that you found.
Now they're writing
letters to Taiwan for us.
That's wonderful.
Our only clue to where
the victim might have been
k*lled, and it's a bunch
of letters in Chinese.
In the meantime, Lieutenant,
if the witness can come up with
anything else on that box,
like the color of the printing,
we might be able to
narrow it down to, uh, to one
appliance, like a TV set
or an outdoor barbecue.
I'll go talk to him myself.
I wouldn't want the lady to stop
appreciating her importance to us.
Just one more thing.
I was going over the M.E.S.
report on Draper last night.
Did you read this part?
Numerous splinters
embedded in victim's neck,
presumably from contact
with wooden section of pier.
Anybody check that "presumably"?
[music]
How's it feel to meet
someone's perfect cage?
Exciting, isn't it?
I know these.
My mother uses the
same kind to get to sleep.
Heavy-duty stuff.
See if she's got any
baking powder in the kitchen.
For what?
To cut the strength of these pills.
Get her in the habit of
taking more and more of them.
[TV]
You'll have to slide
that narration down.
He's coming in before you
even see the movie set.
[TV]
Excuse me, but the lieutenant insisted...
I can't be interrupted now. I've got to
reshoot this scene,
re-record the narration.
I... I have to re-record the
narration and I can't stop now.
Please, I just need a few minutes of space.
Right here is fine by me.
[TV]
Adele, would you copy
down these footages
that Richie's got over
here for me, would you?
Welcome to my madhouse, lieutenant.
Thank you.
I'm sorry I jumped on you.
Well... Go ahead.
It's about the cardboard
box you saw unloaded
from the car. You know,
the one the body was in.
Box? I don't understand.
A little nervous?
Miss Mason, if we knew
where they k*lled Mr. Draper,
then we might be able to
find witnesses to something.
Possibly fingerprints,
even the m*rder w*apon.
Now, did you notice anything
marked on the side of that box?
I mean, anything at all?
I was worrying about being there alone.
I wasn't even thinking about the box.
Just run it down again like you
saw the whole thing on film, Lorelei.
You never forget what you see on film.
You're great at that.
Okay. Yeah.
Um... Yeah.
He drove up.
He parked.
He got up and he got out
and he went around the
back and he opened up
the back end and he, uh,
pulled the box off and he
pushed it up towards the edge.
And then he stopped and he came...
He looked around and
he came towards the light.
I was sure that he'd see me.
Keep going. He picked up
something, knocked the bulb out?
No, he didn't pick up anything.
He had something in his hand already.
Yeah, that's right.
He reached into the box and he, uh,
had a rod in his hand, like a curtain rod.
Metal.
Metal?
Oh.
Was it shiny like chrome or brass?
No, it was duller than that. Uh, brownish.
Copper?
Maybe.
And you can't help with any
other recollections about the box?
No. I'm sorry.
[phone rings]
Excuse me.
Hello?
Mr. Foreman?
We'll be, um, we'll be
finished in 20 minutes.
Yes, sir.
Um, I love your well-oiled
operation, Lorelei.
Well, I'd like it to be that way.
Be gentle on yourself.
I mean, you're important, not only to me.
See ya.
See ya.
Can we finish in 20 minutes?
No. But we will.
[Music]
[phone ringing]
- Yes?
- Who's this?
- Miss Lorelei Mason?
- Yes, who is this?
It's awfully late, you know.
- I'm sorry, Miss Mason, I really am.
The only reason I didn't call you earlier
was because I didn't want
to cause any trouble for you.
- Trouble for me, how?
Who is this?
- My name is Fred Wesson.
I'm with my own agency in
Montreal, and I'm down here
desperately searching for
some new staff members.
Several people have mentioned that
you were producing TV commercials.
- Well, I've been an associate,
but I just started producing.
- I hear you're a real go-getter.
That's what I need, a woman staff producer
who's not afraid to go
after the big accounts.
- Well, I'm flattered,
but I've already got a job.
- Well, we're talking about a
contract, eventual vice presidency.
Who knows, do you think that you could get
your storyboards together, a sample of your
copy, maybe meet me later on in the week?
- Oh, why not?
- Um, where should I meet you?
- Um, I'll be in and
out of the city all week.
Why don't I call you in a
few days and let you know?
I'm sorry to call you so late.
- Oh, well, not at all.
Good night.
- Good night.
- Well, what do you know?
Montreal, why not?
[gentle music]
- What is a cabaret doing in a packing
crate for some sort of appliance, huh?
Has any of you Sunday
handymen ever run across
anything like that where you're banging
your thumbs in your head, whatever?
- This could be anything made in Taiwan.
This appliance, uh, an air conditioner.
- How about pipe, you
know, to hook up a gas stove?
- You don't need pipes, Stavros.
You need some sort of flexible tubing.
- Water pipe.
They make copper water pipe.
Cost a fortune.
- No, this isn't big like pipe.
It's small like a curtain rod.
- Lieutenant!
- Yeah.
A water cooler, no.
The box wouldn't be big
enough to hold a body.
- Wait a minute.
You know, we just put in a
new ice box with an ice maker,
and you need that kind of
copper tubing to hook it up.
Now maybe there was a
leftover piece in the box.
- Ice box with an ice maker in it.
I can check that out on our
Chinese friends right now.
- Nobody thanks us?
No respect for this brain trust?
- I'll make sure there's a yo-yo in
your stocking for Christmas, okay?
And there'll be four pages
of directions to make sure
you know how it goes up and
it goes down and up and down.
Yeah, don't worry.
- Mr. Chen, Detective
Crocker of Manhattan South.
Yeah, anybody you know of importing
ice boxes with ice makers into the States?
They do?
Have the name, please.
Hope I'm not seeing
another hacked up work print.
- Oh no, this is complete.
Opticals and everything.
- Roll it.
- Richard.
- Windy days bring a tingle to life
and a jangle to today's casual hairstyles.
But you can brush up wherever you are
with this pocket-sized Windsor Sportster.
Windsor's remarkable
grovery action actually helps
your hair fall into its
natural growth pattern.
So use the brush used
by Hollywood hairdressers.
Windsor, the beauty brush from England
and leading drugstores and
beauty shops everywhere.
- You wanna run it again?
- No, not in this condition.
- You don't like it?
- Operating on a gut level?
- No, not really.
I want Tony Jones to come up later, Richard,
and recut some of these choppy places.
- Choppy places?
I did that on purpose for pacing.
- Miss Mason, you've
been under a strain lately.
It comes through in the work.
Tony can finish this
up and then I want you
to start working Monday
on some print copy.
- Mr. Foreman, I want to stay in
commercials if the problem's a little thing.
- Being over an hour late to a
recording session is not a little thing.
Nor is reporting to the
wrong sh**ting location.
- I told you, somebody left the wrong
information on my answering machine.
- I don't wanna sound
like a tyrant, Lorelei,
but this whole operation
hasn't been a complete success.
What you need now is more sleep
and rest, not more responsibility.
- Operating on a gut level?
I hate this company.
- Well, we all cash their checks.
- You know, I never told you all this,
but I divorced a very nice,
quiet husband in Chicago
'cause he wanted kids
and I wanted a career.
Oh, God, I miss that
hell out of him right now.
[Lorelei laughing]
What am I doing this for?
Sell some dumb piece of
plastic with a handle on it?
I mean, who cares about
some stupid brush anyway?
What difference does it make?
It's stupid.
- Take it to her office, have her lie down.
- Oh, God.
[somber music]
- Sometimes they just
set this up from the lab.
- I see.
The wood at the edge of
the pier was some sort of pine.
The splinters in Draper's neck
were oak with traces of floor wax.
All right, choke another one up for
McNeil and that's why he's captain.
- There are no oak floors
in the Villiano apartment.
They got carpets everywhere.
- And none in the
victim's apartment either.
Crocker!
- Yeah!
- The box, Crocker.
The Chinese puzzle, huh?
- I'm checking the list now.
There's one brand of ice box with
ice maker in it imported from Taiwan.
They call it Colston.
Now, this is a list of 21 purchases
who had them delivered the
week before Draper's death.
- Well, your name's address
is on here anywhere, huh?
Nothing tied into Villiano
or the college or the victim.
Nothing, huh?
- I can't find it.
- What about this Professor Hooper?
Maybe he had a grudge
against his associate.
Maybe he teamed up with Villiano.
- Hooper lives on West 44th Street.
There were no ice boxes
delivered to 44th Street.
Sorry about that.
- Wait a minute.
Mr. A.E. Norman, board one,
delivered to 375 West 20th Street.
- He's that same address in
the list of Draper's students.
- Cary Nystrom, 375 West 20th.
- All right.
They find that empty box in the building,
they toss the body in it,
I get a warrant, Crocker.
For Nystrom's apartment.
Go ahead.
Tell Forensic to stand by.
- Yes, sir.
- Lorelei?
Lorelei?
Lorelei, it's Mr. Wesson on the phone.
The guy you mentioned from Montreal.
- Hello?
- Miss Mason, this is Mr. Wesson.
I'm back in the city.
I was wondering if I could
see some of your work tonight.
- Oh, Mr. Wesson, you are a lifesaver.
- Where do I come?
- It would have to be after work.
Why don't I come by your place about 7.30?
You're in the city?
- Yes, 96 East 12th Street in the village.
- All right, I'll see you then.
Oh, and I'll bring by a typical
contract for you to look over.
- Goodbye.
Adele, I've gotta get my things together.
Some storyboards I've
worked on as soon as possible.
Keep your fingers crossed.
Suddenly this is looking very important.
[laughing]
- Boy, how they love that carrot.
Give it a little taste, yank it away.
They fall apart all over the place.
I'm going to her apartment.
Slip her the heavy duty pills.
This could be the big night.
- Bob, why don't we wait and
see what she does on her own?
I mean, if we help her
overdose, it's m*rder.
- Nobody's gonna have the slightest
suspicion if this witness kills herself now.
Let's just do it and get on with our lives.
With nothing hanging over our heads.
[somber music]
- Not this one.
Eight o'clock, come on, come on.
This one.
[phone ringing]
- Hello?
- Miss Mason, this is Mr. Wesson.
- Oh, what's the matter?
Did you have trouble
getting cab or something?
- Oh, actually, I can't get there.
- Oh, listen, I'll wait up all night.
You just get here when you can.
I'm not going anywhere.
- What I mean is, I've
done some more checking
and I don't want to rush you
into a job that you're not ready for.
- Mr. Wesson.
- I come down every year, I'll call again.
I'm sorry to put you out.
- Hello?
Hello?
[somber music]
[eerie music].
[dramatic music]
- Lieutenant!
Check this.
- Tell me about it.
- A cold star refrigerator box.
- You, warm it right there.
[phone ringing]
Yeah?
- What did she say on the phone?
- I really didn't give her
much of a chance, why?
- I heard her stop talking, but nothing.
No crying, no hysterics.
She must have done it, somehow.
I'm going to take a look.
- Hey, Bob?
[knocking]
- Yeah?
- Open up, Nystrom, police.
We want to talk to you.
- Hi, he's got something for you.
- I have a warrant to search your apartment
issued by the Honorable Justin March.
For what?
- Oh, lovely, lovely oak floors.
Check that bleached
area and look for blood.
- I know what this is,
you guys are fishing.
Anybody who knows Bob Vigliano, right?
- Fishing?
Oh no, he's hooked.
And so are you, kid.
We know it all now.
Talk to Professor Hooper.
- Lieutenant, it's blood.
- Arrest him for m*rder,
tell him his rights.
- I didn't k*ll anybody.
Vigliano did, but it just happened.
I mean, it was an accident,
nothing... It was unpremeditated.
- Where is he now?
Well?
- He's at the witness's apartment.
Ms. Mason, we...
- Don't stop now.
- We were conducting
experiments on her
behavior, trying to freak
her out, make her snap.
And Bob put some pills in
her room that were stronger
than she was used to, a lot
stronger than she was used to.
- Crocker.
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music]
- Go away.
Go away.
Don't k*ll me.
k*ll yourself.
[dramatic music]
- Viglianno!
Lorelei.
Lorelei.
[dramatic music]
It's over, Lorelei.
Now drop it.
It's all right.
[sobs]
- Well, you took a bad situation,
you made it in terrible, huh?
- All I did was push the buttons.
- Huh?
Hey, look.
Maybe she didn't get her revenge this time.
But when those 12 human beings get their
hands on you, you know what's gonna happen?
They're gonna put you into a
maze, like those rats you work with.
Only this maze is called Attica Prison.
And you're gonna be
there for the rest of your life.
I'll tell you something.
You be a good boy, I'll come visit you.
And maybe I'll bring you a piece of cheese.
Get the hell out of here.
- All right, I'm gonna make it
upstairs and start the reports.
- Crocker, come here.
Slow down, huh?
Take it nice and easy, okay, kid?
Nice and easy.
[dramatic music].
[Music].
03x07 - Life, Liberation, and the Pursuit of Death
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Show revolved around the efforts of the tough and incorruptible Lieutenant Theodopolus Kojak, a bald, dapper, New York City policeman, who was fond of Tootsie Pops and of using the catchphrases, "Who loves ya, baby?" and "Cootchie-coo!"
Show revolved around the efforts of the tough and incorruptible Lieutenant Theodopolus Kojak, a bald, dapper, New York City policeman, who was fond of Tootsie Pops and of using the catchphrases, "Who loves ya, baby?" and "Cootchie-coo!"