01x17 - Before the Devil Knows

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A million biggies. Let's go.

Ramsey, what is it?
Shh!

- Gimme that bag!
- Kevin! Lower me! Lower me!

- Lower me, Kevin!
- Gimme that bag!

- Come down here! Come on, you!
- Come on, Kevin!

- Kevin!
- Hang on!

Come down h...

Hey, Douglas. Regardless
of the interest Safe and Loft
has in the case,

this is not a natural death.

I don't care how long you've been
after David and LeJeune, all evidence
goes to Homicide.

We both know that.

Hello, Artie.
Hi.

David and LeJeune?
2:40 this morning, after
burglarizing this apartment,

John David falls 16 floors
from that balcony,
swingin' from this.

John David gets k*lled
working with LeJeune.

Are you kiddin'?

Hey, does Ginger Rogers
fall over Fred Astaire's feet? Huh?

These two twinkle toes could get up
on a Goodyear blimp in flight.

- Get down without mussin' any hair.
- We all have a certain amount
of respect for these two, Lieutenant,

but they're not infallible...
or immortal.

But this isn't homicide, Lieutenant.
It's a simple accident.

- Somebody k*lled on the job, that's all.
- Artie. That rope didn't break. It was cut.

He knows.
Whatever happened was
between the two of them.

Now, we're gonna nail LeJeune
for this job, Lieutenant.
We will get him, okay?

Uh, Mr. Douglas.

Two years ago, before LeJeune
became your personal property,
I was after him, right?

Me, three of my men, we stake out.
There's a brownstone we know
that LeJeune's gonna hit.

And he's not gonna do it
under our nose. Never.

So what happens?
He gets into a dumbwaiter,
five floors up.

Hand over hand.
Boop! He's gone.

I want him. But Safe and Loft,
they keep gettin'the case.

Not this time, Artie.
This time... Homicide.

Who are the tenants?

Uh, that gentleman over there.
Ramsey Brewer, Vice President,
National Bank of New York.

Oh, yeah.
He was downstairs,
lookin' for the stolen jewelry,

when the first officers arrived.
Who's the broad?

His old lady.

Would you give a copy of
what you got to one of my men?

I don't have any more to add.

We woke up, saw a light
on the extension phone...

I guess they took it off the hook
so it wouldn't ring...

and the next thing I knew,
I heard a scream.

I rushed down, found
my wife's missing jewelry.

The, um, detective over there
said we couldn't have it back.

He gave me a receipt. I don't
look very good in receipts.

Well, I don't know about that, Mrs. Brewer.

You know, I know this fellow LeJeune.
He's great.

And he doesn't usually
leave a place empty-handed.

Is there anything else missing?
I'd say $3,000 in cash.
It was in the safe.

- That's all.
- That's all?

They didn't even blow it up.
Just opened it.

- How is that possible?
- Oh. Excuse me.

You're, uh, recently
married, Mr. Brewer?
Yeah. Six months, to be exact.

And I guess you went through
that divorce... I suppose with
that ugly legal scene with the ex?

- Yes.
- Usually, when somebody's been divorced,

they change the combination
of their safe... kind of a reflex thing.

You, Mr. Brewer, you been robbed
by the best. He's beautiful.

Forget about the files and the stethoscope
and the hocus-pocus movie thing.

Oh, no. Someone sold him
the combination to your safe.

Two men changed it.
From a reputable security company.

- Lockmaster Vaults. They were bonded.
- Yeah. With the "pat you on the shoulder
and keep your fingers crossed," right?

That's bonded. Oh, no, no.
Inside information.

And that's how 85%
of the crimes and the burglary
is committed in this city.

Hey. I'll lay you book that these guys
have worked for five companies
since they been here last.

- You wanna do me a favor, Mr. Brewer?
- Sure.

Would you go see the date
when your combination was changed?

Thank you.

Crocker.

Look, uh, if you were gonna k*ll me...
Why do you ask me
questions like...

Just wait till I finish. If you were
gonna k*ll me, would you do it...

while we were drivin' in a car,
cruisin' together?

No.
Yeah.

Then why would LeJeune want
to k*ll his own partner, huh?

When everything would
point to him?

For that matter, why would
he want to do him in at all?

Thank you. Yes.

Good morning, Mrs. Brewer.
Good morning, Lieutenant.

- Well, could we close the door?
- Of course.

Uh, sorry about that.

Would you sit down, Mrs. Brewer?
Yes. Thank you.

If you're still, uh, worried
about your jewelry...

I'm worried about my husband,
Lieutenant.

He didn't tell the truth last night.
There was... something else stolen
from the safe.

Oh. What was that, Mrs. Brewer?

If there has been a crime committed,
and I've known about it,

how guilty am l... I mean,
how much do I have to pay for it?

Well, that would depend on
your involvement, and of course,
the nature of the crime.

That burglar last night.
The one that got away?

If you find him with what he stole,

you'll know what Ramsey's been doing.

Well, why don't you tell
us about it, Mrs. Brewer?

I'm sure it'll make
you feel much better.

Ramsey has custody of a lot of
government bonds in the bank.

They don't mature for 20 or 30 years,
but the interest is paid...

to a union, or a foundation,
or whoever owns them.

But the bonds stay in the bank.
Last year,

he took out $50,000
before we were married...

and then 100,000.

And yesterday he finally did what
he said he was going to do...

he stole a million dollars'worth.

He sells them to the underworld.

Then he was gonna wait six months...

take me to Florida to retire.

Go ahead. Take it easy.

A million dollars.

Kevin LeJeune accidentally
runs into a big one.

Who knows, maybe
he did do David in.

Hmm. Well, technically,
you could be considered, I guess,
an accomplice, Mrs. Brewer.

But I don't think anybody
would want to prosecute you.

I've done a terrible thing
coming here, haven't I?

Well, Mrs. Brewer, maybe
you did something worse.

Maybe you started him
into doing this.

Did you ever think of that?
Yes.

His whole world's falling apart.

Who knows? At this moment, he
may be crying on his fence's shoulder.

Look, Mrs. Brewer. It takes about a day
to get a court order for a wiretap.

You and your husband use the same
phone? I mean, the same number?

- Yes. Why?
- Because the wife of a suspect
can give us permission.

And we can get
the court order faster.

Y-Yes, all right. If...
If it'll help.

Thank you, Mrs. Brewer.

The postal money orders
you brought last year?

I wouldn't mind
seeing more of those.

All right.

United States government
bond for $10,000.
Payable to bearer.

As good as cash.
Not exactly, Kevin.

It's numbered.
It can be traced.

- What did you do? Rob a bank vault?
- No.

But I think I found someone who did.

- Hagen, I have 100 of those.
- A million dollars?

Right.

I'll settle for 30% face value,
if you can make the deal today.

- And I want a passport.
- I can't set it up today for you, Kevin.

I can't pay you more than
a quarter of a million for the lot.

Okay.

But it's got to be settled
by tomorrow afternoon. If not,

I'll uh, try and make a deal in Zurich.
The gnomes will pay you
less than I will.

What time can you
bring them up tomorrow?

No.

- I'm not coming here again.
- What's wrong?

David's dead. By now, every
station should have a flyer.

And a full alarm. So if I stick to
my regular routine, I figure they
should be picking me up for questioning...

about, uh, oh, 1.00, 1.30.

So you call me. I'm at the Wickman.

Hotel. It's a dump, on Broadway.

Oh, uh, what is your
mother's maiden name?

- Kristiansen.
- Okay. That's me.

I want the passport in the same name too.

Here are the photos.
A hundred bonds?
You're sure?

I'd hate to go into a hotel room
with a quarter of a million dollars
and leave with nothing.

Hagen. I know that you and
the two other guys with vests...

have your names
on the door outside,

but I know who runs the business.

Who counts on it to have
their money shuttled all
around the world for them.

And if you think that I'm gonna
double-cross the syndicate, forget it.

Besides, I figure to stiff the guy
I stole these from.

He's got it coming to him anyhow.
But, uh, not you. Believe me, not you.

Oh, LeJeune.

Who did you get them from?

Hello?
Mr. Brewer, please.

Just a moment.
Ramsey, it's for you.

How long is it gonna take you
to trace this thing?
Just a couple of minutes.

- Yes?
- The stuff you couldn't deliver
this morning.

Would you believe,
I know where it is?

- I don't understand.
- The guy who ripped
the bonds off from you...

I deal with from time to time.

- It's a small world, isn't it?
- Can we get them back?
Is there any way?

Look, Ramsey. They're his now.
He and I have made a deal.

You can always go into the vaults
at work and come up with more.

- That was going to be the last time.
- As they say, "Just one more time."

Suppose they catch him? Suppose
he just calls the police and tells them
what he stole, and from whom?

They start investigating,
checking the bank vaults.

That's the end of me.

- Nothing else for me.
- Why would he do a thing like that?

I k*lled one. I would have k*lled them
both last night, if I'd had the chance.

I'm 55. I've got a second life
coming to me. I'm not going tojail.

Get the bonds from this fellow,
and then get rid of him.

You've got to be kidding.
That's not my business.

Well, you know some people
who do that sort of thing. I'll pay.

- 50,000. Is that enough?
- You are serious.

You want more bonds,
you help me protect myself.

All right. For $50,000, I'll get you
the best in the business.

And that's a promise.
I'll call Baltimore.

But look, Ramsey. This has
got to come offby tomorrow.

I'll get back to you.

What does that do to our trace?
Forget it.

Fifty thousand.

And a call to Baltimore.

The best hit man
in the business, Crocker...
who's that?

Packman.
Neil Packman.

They say he's nailed
about a hundred people or so.
You want us to bring in Brewer?

Nope. I want to follow Brewer.

I want to know who the fence was
he was talkin' to.

And then we follow him to LeJeune,

and maybe then, Packman.

Neil Packman.
He's a machine, Crocker.

You put the money in the slot,
out comes the bodies... cops,
racketeers, husbands, wives, kids.

He'll k*ll anything.
You know something?

Nobody even knows what he looks like.

Sure, I want Brewer.
Sure, I want LeJeune.

But most of all,
I want Neil Packman.

You want Packman?
I want Packman.

But we've also got to nail Brewer,
LeJeune, and the fence.

The sweet trick would be
to make it a grand slam,
get them all.

Sure.
A burglar, a fence, a banker
and a hit man.

How's that for a 20th-century
fairy tale?

Well, we're not gonna nail Brewer,
LeJeune or the fence without those bonds...

in our hands as evidence
to take to the jury.

Now, we both know LeJeune.
Wherever he's hiding those bonds,
he's hiding them good.

We might never find them.
Frank.

Out of those four, there's one
we may not take... LeJeune.

You know, I want to make a deal with him.
He hands over the bonds, he gives us
a deposition for the grand jury...

- that he stole them from Brewer.
- If he doesn't hand them over,
you don't have a case against him anyway.

- So what are you offering him?
- His life.

You know Packman's reputation.
He'll make his first move
as soon as possible.

If it doesn't work out, he'll stalk
LeJeune for as long as it takes.

And when Packman takes a hit
on somebody, uh-huh...

- That person's finished.
- Just how are you gonna do
this big favor for LeJeune?

- Get Packman to drop the hit?
- No.

I know I can't do that, Frank.

But LeJeune's got guts,
and he's clever.

With him as the hit, we could
work out a plan to nail Packman.
I know it.

You and LeJeune?

Is that the "we"
you're talking about?

Yep. I want to work with him.

The two of us together
on the same side. Now there's a team
that stands a chance against Packman.

It's crazy!

- Um, I kinda like it, Frank.
- We don't even know where LeJeune is.

Captain McNeil.
Yeah, he's right here.

Crocker.

- Yeah?
- Brewer left his apartment about ten
minutes ago and stopped at Columbus Circle.

He's talkin' to some guy
drivin' a new Continental.

License plates, 374-YAP.

He's young, blond.
From here, he looks about 35.

- He just gave him an envelope.
- Okay, I'll have Stavros check out
the car and the plates.

You stay with him.

Well. Brewer gave an envelope
to a guy in Columbus Circle.

You know, he's too young to be
Packman. He's probably the fence.

You know something, Frank?
We're gettin' warm.

- He came in from Baltimore this morning.
- Did you tell him who the hit was?

- When it had to come off?
- He doesn't care who it is.

As for the timing, he'll try
to do it right away, today.
If I help set it up.

All of a sudden,
I'm into this pretty deep.

I have to be in the hotel room
when it happens.

I'm taking a chance.
And I don't like it.

Oh, you don't, huh?
I'm sure you'll like it just fine
when you walk away from all this...

with the bonds and the money
still in your pocket?

You're gonna come off beautifully, Hagen.

- But then, that's why you're in it, right?
- That's my business.

So, it'll happen though.
By tonight? For sure?

- You got personal assurances?
- Personal?

Not exactly. I don't know anyone
who ever talked to Packman personal.

I'm gonna see LeJeune now.
Uh, Brewer...

You and I don't have to be
in touch anymore.

Not unless you have something new
from your little piggy bank for me.

Lieutenant?
We got him at the hotel.

Kristiansen.

Hurry up.

It's not exactly the Ritz, but then,
what is these days anyway?

Are you crazy?
What are you doing to me?

I never carry a g*n, Hagen.

You'll get it back
when you... leave.

I always have that with me.

I have a license.

- I carry large sums of money.
- Quarter of a million makes a big bulge.

- I don't see one.
- I can't get it till 4:00.

But first, my... associates would
like to see one of your bonds.

You have them here?

Newspapers.

- Who is that supposed to fool?
- It's part of my private protection plan.

- I don't get it.
- Good.

Here. I could have left this
one with you at the office,

but, you know, I still don't
know about you, Hagen.

Come on.

Passport.
Name of Kristiansen.

Ticket to Paris,
name of Kristiansen.

- Your flight is not filled in.
- I'll take care of that.

As soon as this deal is finished,
I am off.

Say 4:30, here. If I get the okay,
you're sure you've got the rest here?

Ready to go?
Are you kidding?

How long would it take
to search this place? Three minutes?

- I've got nothing here.
Pool hall down the street.
- That's where they are?

Yeah. Where nobody
can ever find them.

- Very clever.
- Come on.

Now, let's get rid of the small talk,
and what do you got?

What have I got?
Lieutenant, this is
the guy here.

Oh, that's John Hagen.
We know about him.

How about LeJeune?
No.

All right. Stay with him. If he stops
and talks to anybody who even
resembles Packman, follow him.

I don't expect they'll meet,
but you gotta stay on top
of everything. Go ahead.

Hey, keep it.

Lieutenant, here comes LeJeune.

All right. You go to the apartment,
and search it up.

And I'll stay with him.
Right.

What's happening?
Same thing.

Don't make believe
you don't know me, Mary.

I'm just another
pretty face, Kevin.

Oh, hi, Kojak.

I didn't know
you hung around here.
You kiddin'? I'm a graduate student.

I mean, I sent my kid sister
through college, playin' nine ball.

Hey, you don't say?
How about a little wager?

How's about a C-note?
No, no, no, no. I know.

That's a little too steep.
How's about a 50, then, huh?
You're on.

All right. Call it!

Heads.
You lose.

You're not tryin'
to hustle me, are ya?
No way.

How about half?
Half?

Get away from me, Christy.
Come on.

You could do better than that.
Twenty?

Twenty.

Go rack 'em up.

All right?
Brewer cuts David down,

and you get away with all those
gold-covered government certificates.

What?
Yeah. Not only that,
Hagen is Brewer's fence.

Oh!
And he's protecting him, because he's
the golden goose layin' those golden eggs.

And he also told Brewer
that you robbed him.
Kojak, what are you talkin' about?

You know what I'm talking about.
But you know something?

Brewer's afraid that you might
blow the whistle on his dirty hands...

after you sell the bonds...
because of David, huh?

You still with the bonds, huh?
What's with the bonds?

Lieutenant?
Oh, wow.

I just searched his room.
Couldn't find a thing.

Maybe he's got 'em on him.
Thanks a lot. No, I don't
have anything on me.

Just these.

Maybe other people have
the wrong idea, too.

Maybe other people think I'm
carrying something valuable, see?

This way, if they make
a move against me, l...

They come up with nothing,
and I know who I can trust,

who I can't.

You better take a walk. We don't
want to tip Kevin's hit man.
Right.

Come on, Kojak.
Let's not waste our time.

You don't have a case against me.
No case at all.
Mm-hmm.

Your sh*t.
You got that right.

Yeah.
What?

Brewer's got a hit out for you.
Yeah?

50,000. Cash.
From the man in Baltimore.

Packman.
Yeah.

Yeah, that's fine.

Got a case for it?
Yes, sir.

Nice sh*t. Maybe you
never heard of Packman.

Oh, yeah.
I've heard of Packman.

But, uh, what does that
have to do with pool, right?

Aw, tough break.
Yeah.

Listen, tell me something.

When?
Oh, when?

Oh, yeah. For all I know, he could be
setting you up right now.

Kojak, why are you giving me
all of this? Why don't you
pick me up, now?

Because I want those bonds
as evidence against Brewer.

Because, ten thousand times
more than I want you,

I want Packman. This guy
with his indiscriminate k*lling,
you know, for years.

You're gonna help me get him,
once and for all. And you know what?

I'm gonna save your life.
And then you're gonna
give me the bonds,

and then it's gonna be
happily ever after, you know,
once upon a time.

Like the fairy tales.
Unless, of course,
you don't like livin'.

You're tryin'
to get me to squirm, eh?

- Get some sorta confession out of me, huh?
- Nine ball for the money.

You know what I think?
You are giving me all this
Packman baloney...

just so you can nab me
while I sell those bonds to Hagen.

Of course, if there really are bonds.

You know what else I think?

This Packman... I don't think
he ever heard of me.

What are you lookin' at?

Kojak? Hey!

What's wrong?

Kojak?

Guy who was just in here.

- Did he buy that cue for himself?
- Yeah, 22 ounces.

I thought it was a little
too heavy for him, but...

And how about that case?
The one that was under there?

A real beauty, Theo.
Don't make 'em like that anymore.

Hey! Where are you going?

- All right, Kojak. What's up?
- That was him, casin' the joint.
I know it.

- How?
- Are you kiddin'?

Did you ever see a real pool player buy
himself a genuine leather carrying case?

And then wrap it up in old newspaper?
Come on.

Packman. About that age, isn't he?

Hey. A-7-0-7-3...

to A-7-0-9-7.

Those are the numbers
on the government bonds.
We got 'em from the bank this mornin'.

Hey look, they're goin'all over the world.
They're gonna be tough to sell.

Come on, LeJeune.
Give us a break.

You want me to play
the target for Packman?

Hey, you kiddin'? You got yourself
a new partner. You're gonna do all right.

Listen to me.
Yeah. We better.

He says the bonds
are in the pool hall someplace.

He'll go and get them
just before Hagen shows up.

No.

No, Packman's not gonna
take a sh*t at him before Hagen
gets his hands on those bonds.

So, he'll try and make
the hit either in the room
or on the way to the airport.

Right.

Somebody step on that.
We'll follow the cab to the airport.

We'll have a detective drivin' it.

We'll have another man dressed
as a porter at the airport to carry
his bags to the plane.

We'll even have a man on the plane.
And I'll be watchin' all the time.

And if Packman never makes
his move, we're giving LeJeune
a pretty sweet send-off for a crook.

Hey. He doesn't have to do
any of this, Frank.

We're not givin' him a paid vacation.
I'll get the money from LeJeune
before he leaves here.

You'll get the bonds when you follow
Hagen and pick him up.

Theo. LeJeune is the slipperiest
ganef I know of.

He went along with this too quick.
I don't trust him.

Frank, trust me. Don't worry.

We've come up with
a pretty good gimmick.

I think we may have
a sh*t at Packman, Frank.
I really do.

- I'll be checking with ya later.
- All right.

All right.
Pull down the shade.
Yeah.

Are you sure this is gonna work?
Any b*llet that comes
through the window...

goes through these
two thin plastic sheets.

That's the secret: Two holes.

So what we do is
line up the sh*t automatically,
through the two holes.

This way, we get our men
down at the location
as soon as we can.

Within seconds.
Not minutes, seconds.

Not bad, huh?
You got it?

Yeah.
Are you sure this
is gonna stop a r*fle sh*t?

Hey. This is the highest-impact plastic
they make. They use it in schools.

Terrific.
It's vandal-proof.

Watch out.
Oh. Excuse me.

Oh, come on.
A little harder, please? Huh?

Yeah, well...

Uh, look. We gotta
give it a sh*t, right?

Oh, funny man.

- You guys hear me out there, on the roof?
- We got ya.

If the sh*t comes from any
of the windows over there,

just give us the building number,
starting from the left.

Then the floor, down from the top.
Then the window.

- If he runs across the rooftops,
we'll get him.
- Patrol units, you hear that too?

We'll let you know within five seconds
where the sh*t comes from.
We'll give you the address.

You give it to us that fast,
and we'll get him.

- All right. Stay loose.
- Pull up the shade.

Yeah.

Kevin?
Yeah?

Remember the, uh,
the Fitzpatrick necklace?

Sure!

You never did find it.
You must have thought
we ate it or something.

- How much you get for it?
- Oh, no.

- Strictly between us?
- What you call unprofessional curiosity.

Seventy-five thousand.

Where the hell'd you hide it?
I mean, how'd you get it outta there?

Nobody left the chapel
who didn't get searched.

David's kid brother was
one of the altar boys.

- We searched the altar boys.
- What about the cup of communion wine,
when he took it back to the sacristy?

- Did you search inside that cup?
In the wine?

Well, you got away with it.
You still didn't find it, pal.

Now, you tell me something:
How did you get on top
of this case so fast?

Sure, you knew it was me
when you found David dead,

but how did you get to Hagen,
how did you find out about the hit?

- Brewer's wife. Little Vicki.
- Oh, her.

How?
She busted her old man.

She came to me the next morning,
first thing. She knew what
he was stealin'at the bank.

She wanted to get in the clear,
in case we picked you up and found out
about the stolen bonds.

Lieutenant, it's 4:00.
Hagen's due at 4:30.

Uh, should we go to the pool hall
and get those bonds?

Mm-hmm.

- Oh, yeah.
- Then come on. I'll follow you.

Here, put this out someplace.

All right.

Who is it?
It's me.

Hey! What are you doing here?

Hey, if Ramsey gets back,
he's not gonna like it at all...
Honey, he's at the bank.

He won't get back until 6:00.
I know.

Almost ready?

Well, I thought I was gonna
meet you at 7:00, on the plane...
I don't want to wait until 7:00.

I want to go now. Come on.

You got the money already.
The police have the bonds, my love.
But don't worry about it.

I'm one step ahead of them.
Oh, listen. It's a long story, and
by the way, we're not flying anywhere.

We're driving, south.
What do you mean,
the police have the bonds?

I don't understand.
I had to make a deal.

Do you know your husband
hired someone to k*ll me?

Someone they would rather catch
a lot more than me.

So, why should I hang around?
What for? To risk my life? For what?

They don't even know I'm here.
Hey, come on.

I'm alive, I'm free...
we are together.

Come on.
Yeah, you're alive and
you're free... what about me?

I'm the one who knew
the combination to the safe.

I'm the one who went around walking
in weird places and taking weird passes
until I came up with your name!

What?
Kevin, we didn't meet
by chance, you know.

It wasn't just a chance.

And when you took a tumble,
I went along with it, because I didn't
want to blow what I was setting up.

Oh, what you were setting up?

- Or do you mean who?
- What difference does it make?

I don't want to wait six months
to go down to Florida with that old man.

I don't want to spend $200,000
or $300,000 with him.

I've heard that part, Vicki.

How about telling me something new,
like how long were you gonna
stick with me in Europe, doll?

I don't know.

A couple of months.

You're not a banker.

I thought maybe I could get
to the money through you.

Now I'm gonna have to
start all over again,
somewhere, somehow.

Oh...
d La, da-dum d

What's that?

The-The police
don't have the bonds.

Kevin, why did you do that?

And why did you tell Kojak
that your husband had
stolen bonds in the safe?

I didn't.
Ah-ah-ah-ah!
Vicki, don't lie.

Kojak already told me.

I mean, it wasn't enough,
stealing from your husband?

You had to make sure
he went to jail.

I'm... Now, why didn't you tell me
that you were going to do that?

I was right, wasn't I? He is dangerous.
He did put the hit on you.

The point is, you did it
behind my back.

And that gets me to thinking.
And I was right, wasn't I?

I'm glad I found out about you now.

You have saved me a solo act,

following you all around Europe,
trying to keep you in furs, lady!

Hagen came at 4:30.

I didn't pick him up.
I put a sign on the door.
"Back in two hours. Love."

- And I put LeJeune's name on it.
- Theo, even if we do pick up LeJeune
at the airport,

he's obviously not interested
in playing target anymore.

Yeah, I'll twist his arm, Frank.
I'll put a g*n to his head,
if I have to.

Kojak?
You won't have to bother.

Mm. Yeah. He just walked in.
Later, Frank.

Would you like to start
explaining yourself?
It's getting dark out there.

Don't you think we ought
to worry about that first?
How are we going to spot a sn*per now?

And in the dark?
Hey, come on, Kevin.

We're the greatest team since
Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire.

Come on. Let's get the answer.

So you didn't buy
the combination to the safe,
little, uh, Vicki came up with that.

Yeah. Real woman's libber,
isn't she?

Why come back here?

Are you kidding? You sh**t a man
on the force, I know you gotta take off
at least a month.

You get rattled.
Maybe your judgment's off, right?

Well, you think about what
I've been through the last 24 hours.

I wouldn't trust myself
on a job for months.
Lots of months.

All right, Kojak. You win.

Here's your deposition.

How I burglarized the bonds
from Ramsey's safe.

I got Vicki's name in here too.

You got the whole story, partner.

Kojak, I'm getting older.

There's jobs I used to take because
I knew if worst came to worst,
I could outrun anybody.

Sometimes, it's that simple.

Not anymore.

Not without David either.

I've got to think things over and without
Packman breathing down my neck.

Besides, how can I pass
a bunch ofbonds...

- now that you've got
their numbers from the bank, right?
- Right.

Now, you tell me where they are,
and I'll send somebody down
to the pool hall and get 'em.

Nah, save yourself a trip.

I got 'em right in there.

- Now, what's the angle?
- Hagen's the only one I thought
might try and rip me off.

I showed him the newspapers.
He didn't know what to make of it.

But he sure didn't think I was carryin'
those bonds around in there.

No way I wasn't gonna
keep them on me, I'll tell ya.

Lieutenant? We found one that's open.

Mr. Green, on West 55th Street?
He knows who we are.

Mr. Green?

Most surveyors today use lasers, right?

Where you been, Hagen?
I had a clean sh*t in that room at 4.30,
and nobody showed.

I'm sorry. I came right back down here,
hoping you'd call, Packman.

Well, you paid me.
And I was here, ready.

Well, he had to go out.
There's a note.

Uh, he should have been back by now,
and... anyway, it's night.

- That's better for you, right?
- It's never better, it's never worse for me.

When I'm ready, it's perfect.
Look. I'm going to go back
to the hotel right now.

You be there in 30 minutes.
I'll get him lined up by the window,
just like you wanted before.

- You hear me? Packman?

Mr. Green?
Yeah.

I'm Lieutenant Kojak.
This is Detective Crocker.

What's goin' on here?

Well, Mr. Green, it's just possible
that any moment,

a man's gonna fire a high-powered r*fle
through the window in the room next door.

Now, what I wanna do is
pinpoint the exact position
of that sh*t,

by putting the laser beam
through the b*llet holes,

and throw it onto
the buildings across the way.

That's several hundred feet.

Can't be done.
It's a piece of cake.

All right. What do we look for?
A bright, red circle.

About the size
of a ping-pong ball.

And follow the bright red ball
right to the sn*per?
Uh-huh.

All right. Get on the radio.
Tell 'em up on the roof what we're
doing and alert the police cars.

All right, you guys in the cars,
up on the roof,

we're getting ready...
you guys ready?
Sure we're ready.

- Hagen's gotta be on his way.
- Kojak, I was thinking.

Suppose he uses a hollow-nose b*llet?

Not if he's gonna try
and hit you through the window.

It would hit that glass and explode.
No, it'll be jacketed and probably
from a surplus M1.

He's done it before.
About 100, 200 times.

No, he'll just drop the g*n
and take offlike a jackrabbit.

Mm-hmm. It means that gives us,
what, 10 or 15 seconds?

- Why don't you cover the corner over there,
so I can get in the room?
- Okay.

Hey, you know something?

This is not very thick.

You know what
we used to tell each other?

David and me.
"If you go to hell, buddy,

I hope you get there one hour
before the devil knows it."

- Mm-hmm.
- Sure hope it works that way.

Hey.
Yeah.

Tell me about it.

You ready?

All plugged in.

Thirty-foot extension.
Ready to go.

We got a thousand blind eyes
out there for windows.

And one sh*t to make the right one.

Good luck.

Who is it?
It's me. Hagen.

Don't move, Hagen.

Don't even look at me.
Smile.

Now, come on over here.

Now what are you supposed
to do, Hagen?

Now tell me or it's gonna go
harder on ya. Where's the hit?

Here. Uh, I'm supposed to
draw him to the window.

Oh. Then do it.

And do it exactly
the way you planned it, okay?

Yeah, but he...
Yeah.

Do it.

Give me the bonds.
Sure.

Smile. A real smile.

That's better. Now, go.

Do it!

- LeJeune?
- See you around, Kojak.

I was right about you, wasn't I?
Take a look at that.

Yeah.

Should I smile, too, Kojak?

Whoo!

All right. Pick it up. Line it up!

Come on. Line it up, quick!

- What do you see?
- There!

All right. Third building
from the right. Top floor.
Extreme left window.

Number 152.
Number 152. Section?

- Section two.
- Section two. Get on it!

152. That's him.

Packman!

Police!

Kojak, I was thinking.
Do I just disappear in the confusion?

Stay clean, baby.