05x13 - Justice for All

[bunniefuu]

Sonny? You're Sonny?

Yeah, I could be. What do you want?

Darryl told us you uh... might
be holding some primo stuff.

Darryl.

Alright, come on.

Come on, come on, come on. Show him, go on.

All right, who is Darryl? Darryl, from the restaurant.

What did he say? Like I said, primo stuff.

And you know the difference, huh We know alright.

Alright, go, go. Go.

Flaky.

Hey.

Hey, Jess.

Hey, wake up, babe, it's time to go to work.

Jess?

Jess.

Oh, God.

You-you-you-you stupid animal!

You pimp!

Well, lunch at the New York Club
would be a pleasure, Mr DeHaven.

But somewhat of a puzzlement.

oh? Why? Because five months ago

I told your partner, Mr Lindsay,
I wasn't interested in the job.

And just six weeks ago, Mr Moore,
well, I told him the same thing.

True. They both gave up on you.

Well, what made you stay with
it? Just plain Yankee stubbornness.

Also, I may have a better idea than they do

about how valuable you could be over here,

Lunch, then? OK, Mr DeHaven, lunch.

Well, it never hurts to start at the top.

What, what? It's a free meal.

A free meal with the senior partner
of DeHaven, Lindsay and Moore.

Theo, you've had offers before
and always turned them down.

Do you know why? Because you're a cop.

It's your life. And nothing
out there that can match it.

You want to talk about it?

Nope, I want to think about it.

Kojak, Manhattan South.

Crocker!

A dead woman, 517 Hester Street, possible OD.

A unit's on the way.

Yeah.

That was Central. We might have another one.

Village again? Yeah,

Better call Narcotics. No, don't do that, Frank,

until we find out definitely it's drugs.

Captain's exams are coming up next month.

I've heard that one before. You could breeze through.

My responsibility is the premises, and that's it.

I don't know nothing else. I don't collect any money,

I don't decide who the tenant is. I understand,

but we'd appreciate you looking at some pictures.

Maybe you could help pin a name
on the guy you saw on the stairs.

Yeah, yeah, well, I'll get my coat.

Was it a hooker? Yep.

Name's Jessica Johns. Jessica Johns?

Mm-—hm. An overdose?

That's the guess, pending an autopsy.

Check with the ME - maybe he can put a rush on it.

I'll climb on his back, Bobby. Terrific.

Jessica Johns.

Two dead on Mott, one on
Houston, one on 5th, now Miss Johns?

That's five OD's in three days!

All in the East Village.

Alright, do you want to open
a conversation with Narcotics

or do I? I don't know what I'm looking at.

Bad heroin, m*rder, collective suicide?

why don't you call Vice and see
what they have on Miss Johns?

Maybe she connects with the other victims. Bobby,

Narcotics Division! For crying out loud,

we've got to advise them.

Why don't we just do our work, and leave
protocol stuff to the Lieutenant. Come on.

Jessica Johns.

Big jump.

I knew her when her name was Rosie Miller.

I picked her up for soliciting.

She was scared to death, but you think she'd show it?

How old was she?



I couldn't believe it when I saw
her in the morgue. She looked 35.

I put her all together.

She was 15.

From Rosie Miller, to Jessica Johns,

to a pin on a map.

And in this great big city, this Big Apple,

who stood up and said: this
shouldn't be allowed to happen,

this kid, she needs a chance? Nobody.

Not us, not them, nobody, Frank.

Crocker's got a witness.

A janitor's coming in to look at some mug shots.

Who's covering the area?
Stavros and a couple of other guys.

What I want to do is flood
this part of the East Village

with enough units to squelch business.

Mm.

It gives the street drug hotline
enough time to get out the word.

How many units are we talking
about? 20 or 30 units, Frank.

Look, Frank, if we've got an
epidemic of hot smack on our hands,

it seems to me our priority should
be No.], to avoid further casualties

while we nail these pushers. 30 units. Alright.

That means we have to borrow from plain clothes,

anti-crime squad, Narcotics Division...

Let's lay off of the Narcotics Division.

Theo! I mean it.

They'll panic every jockey in town.

They've messed up five of my
operations in the last two weeks

and they'll do it again.

Kojak. Yes, Stavros.

Surprise, surprise.

Yeah, Lieutenant, the narcs just got here.

Scratch off my objections, narcotics are on the scene.

OK, Stavros. Go over and admire their assistance.

Yes, we'd like them down here as soon as possible!

Like a half hour ago!

What we're trying to ascertain
from the victims' records

is some common ground beside the fact

they took Mexican Brown and died from it.

OK, two were hookers. How about the other three?

OK, get back to me.

Er, Rizzo. Yeah?

What about the anti-crime squad? Where are they?

I don't know. Mm-hm. And the plain clothes?

They should have at least
ten units. Not today, Lieutenant.

OK, let's hit it. Cover as much
ground as we possibly can.

Theo, can you come into my office? It won't take long.

And having gotten the word,
Lieutenant Murray and Narcotics

have bent some ears downtown.

My request for support was countermanded.

Who countermanded it?

That's it, Theo. That's as much as you need to know.

Oh. Narcotics wants a field day, right?

With jockeys crawling out of the woodwork

to sell their mothers for a fix.

Let's not make a heavy out of the Narcotics Division.

Lieutenant Murray is only using the situation

to make his people as effective as possible.

If I were in that position, I'd do the same thing.

No, you wouldn't, Frank,
because there are five people dead.

And maybe there'll be 15 dead by next week.

There's nothing you or I, or
even Jack Murray can do about it,

because...well, the simple fact is they're junkies.

And dead junkies to an understaffed,
underbudgeted police department

are not considered pressing business.

Hey...

.what's happening to us, Frank?

There was a time, wasn't there, when we gave a damn?

When we saw a little girl
starting to die at the age of 12

and we cared?

Even with an understaffed,
underbudgeted police department?



And there are people high—placed
in this police department

who think the k*ller's doing the public a service!

I should have known better! We both should have.

It's not fair, Frank. People are
dying and our hands are tied.

There's nothing you or I can do about it.

Theo,

without you it'd be a lot worse.

Nope, nobody here neither.

Alright, try these.

Rizzo's hitting up the night
watch to work a double shift.

I guess we could use the manpower. Yeah,

Lieutenant. Forget it.

Come on, let's go find that pusher.

Hey, Darryl!

Hey, man, that restaurant's lousy with cops.

There's something coming down. Did they say what?

Hey, man, I wasn't about to
stand around for no small talk. Look,

you know them two princesses you sent me, man?

They're just joy-peppers,
right? Hey, man, they're cool.

What's wrong? You couldn't do no business?

No, it ain't nothing like that. I
gotta talk to them, you know?

You got a phone number for
them? Mary Jane and Angela, man,

that's all I know. Man, this is important!

Hey, man, I don't know!

Alright.

Mary Jane?

Mary Jane?

Oh!

Architect's daughter, doctor's daughter,

my snitch at The Times tells me they're calling this

the Lawson Bochner murders.

I guess I better get in there myself.

Come on.

You've said six words all afternoon.

Frankly, this isn't doing either of us any good.

What am I supposed to say, Frank?

That it took this to make us do our job?

You sound like a kid of 15 who's just opened his eyes

to the cruel, hard world.

It's called life, Theo. Life, and the facts thereof.

I guess I'm having trouble
making the adjustment, Frank,

when those facts hit me in the
face, day in, day out, year in, year out.

I keep saying to myself: Theo, it's
gonna change, it's gonna get better.

And you know something, Frank? It doesn't change

and it doesn't get any better.

Theo!

You know what your problem is?

You think every cop but you has a cast-iron hide.

I've got a newsflash for you.

The rest of us see and feel the same things you do.

But with a difference. We
learnt to accept it and live with it.

I know that, Frank. You really
want to know what my problem is?

Five dead junkies and no-one gives a damn.

But then we go all out with trumpets,

and with drums, and with outrage

because two of them happened to be rich and prominent.

Well, I can't accept that, Frank.

Hey, all God's children, baby.

Lieutenant, I'm glad you could make it.

It's a pleasure, Mr DeHaven.

Look, I know you're busy,

and I promise you this will be a one—hour lunch.

In fact, I took the liberty of ordering for you.

fresh bay scallops. Well, thank you, Mr DeHaven.

No, call me Tom.

Whether you take the job or not.

OK, Tom. You know,

frankly, I got a couple of reservations about the job.

Without knowing what it is?
I think I know what it's about.

Let's see, Fairchild is
retiring at the end of the month

and you need a new Chief Investigator.

Sure, you got Perrino, Mackie and Lee.

Mackie and Lee, they're good, but they're kinda young.

And Perrino, who I love,
is, well, he's not that bright.

You're thorough.

Thank you. You said you had reservations.

Well, yes. Two. First,

you know, I'm not sure if I
want to leave the department.

And second, I can't see myself accepting a job

where I'm the flunky for a pack of young lawyers

who are gung h* with their enthusiasm

and their equally dedicated zeal.

Well, I can't help you with the first.

I'll agree with you that it would be a tough decision,

considering all your years in the department.

But let me tell you something about the second.

You'll report to three people. Lindsay, Moore and me.

You go anywhere in the world
that your investigations take you,

you develop your own cases,

and you work with our senior attorneys

when you think it's the right time.

What kind of cases?

Criminal, corporate, industrial, military.

And...Schneider versus the City of New York.

Seems Schneider claims that the tax assessors

raised the taxes on his house

because the tax assessor's cousin held the first deed

and was in a position to foreclose.

Schneider got his taxes adjusted,
and there's a new tax assessor.

You know, it may sound sophomoric, but, uh,

we depend on these cases to keep us young.

How am I doing so far?

The pay starts at $60,000.

The package includes some
interesting long—term benefits.

And just one more thing, Theo.

You were selected by my partners and I

from a list of five names submitted
by a top executive search firm.

One of the names on that list
is your borough commander.

Five names? Then why me?

I know a few things about you, too.

I know about your work on the Marcus Nelson murders,

the Chinatown murders.

In my estimation, you may be

the smartest and toughest policeman in New York.

Plus one more thing. You're honest.

Well, what do you say, Theo?

Will you join us?

If I do make the split, your firm's
the only one I'll consider, OK?

I'm pleased, but that's not an answer.

Alright, when do you have to know? Like you said,

Fairchild is retiring this month.

Oh.

Fresh bay scallops, huh?

I'm used to a tuna fish sandwich
out of the machine in the department.

Cheers.

How's that?

M-hm. You got him. That's the little pimp all right.

What did you call him? what?

That's him. That's all I said.
Was that Jessica John's pimp?

Hey, hey, wait, wait. Hold on a minute.

No, now YOU hold on. Hey, Stavros! I hear you.

You did a hitch with Vice once. Come over here.

You be cool, I'll be right back.

Look at this, sarge.

Mr Burns called him a pimp. No, I didn't say that!

That's what you said. Now why
did you withhold that from us?

I didn't withhold nothing. I can't prove what he is.

You call him a pimp, I get slapped with a lawsuit.

He's a pimp all right. At least
he's always in there trying.

His name is Francis Sonny
Canavere. Let's get it on the wire.

Go round on the other side!

Sorry, pal.

Hey, you're fast... but not that fast.

OK, Mr DeHaven, I'll have him reach you.

Thank you very much.

Is he back yet? No, sir.

I'm here, Frank. Where've you been?

I told you, I was having a free meal
with a lovely guy named DeHaven.

I thought you might like to know what happened

while you were out sipping Chablis.

The suspect is being booked and processed downstairs,

thanks to Crocker.

DeHaven just called.

Come on! You were seen leaving Jessica's apartment!

You were seen so well, a police artist sketched you!

He sketched wrong. I don't
know what you're talking about.

We're talking about hot smack, Sonny.

And if you know where it is you gotta tell us

because we gotta warn the people.

Look, I don't know what you're
talking about. What smack?

We're talking about the
smack that k*lled seven people.

Look at me!

Where's the rest of it and who has it? I don't know.

I swear I don't know nothing.

The lab is finding heavy traces of heroin in his coat.

Do you hear that, Canavere?
Let me try that number again.

You've called that number
four times and there's no answer.

If you want a lawyer, I'll get you one.

Let me try it again. Please.

Alright, give him his call. Come on.

Oh! Are you sick?

I got a headache.

We can't do anything for you up here,

but we can take you to the infirmary.

You want that? It won't make any difference.

I get these all the time. My
doctor says it's nervous tension.

Once I unwind it'll go away. Go ahead.

Come on.

Hello? Billy.

Billy, I'm busted, man. I've trying
to get a hold of you for hours.

This is some kind of jackpot down
here, man. They're talking m*rder.

Exactly what did you tell them? I
told them nothing, man. Nothing.

But it's getting scary, you know?

Look, there's something wrong with the stuff.

I don't know, maybe it wasn't
cut right or something. OK, OK.

Just sit tight and keep your mouth shut.

I'll get a lawyer down there as soon as I can.

They're saying seven people,
man. I saw Jess. She was dead.

And now they're saying seven people.

And they all scored off me, you know?

Just...stay cool.

Right.

Are you stupid?

You told me you knew what you were doing.

You assured me you knew. Hey, listen.

They screwed me up in Mexico, man. They told me wrong.

Well, it sure isn't my fault it happened.

I assume you got rid of it.

Don't worry, it's gone. I flushed it.

Look, it's not my fault.

I had no part. I never touched the stuff.

You bankrolled it, Chris.

Yeah, that's right, Chrissy.

If that flaky little pimp decides to roll over,

it's all the same for all of us.

I don't know about you, but a m*rder
rap sure scares the hell out of me.

Whatever it costs, I think you better call that lawyer

and have him handle the situation.

It's gonna be expensive, Chrissy.

No way around that.

Pardon me, I'm Kyle Becker.

I'm here to see my client, Francis Canavere.

OK. Sign right here. Thank you.

Hello, Lieutenant. Hello, Counsellor.

You're looking prosperous.
Well, you're looking the same.

Oh, well, nothing keeps you fit like a just cause.

I'll remember that.

Look, I was talking to
Assistant District Attorney Linnick

about an hour ago. Now, he's inclined to deal

in exchange for your client's immediate disclosure.

Since when have you become
the spokesman for the Assistant DA?

Especially that Assistant DA. well, you know,

our ambitious Mr Linnick wants a quick solution

to the Lawson Bochner murders. And I, of course,

I don't want anybody else to die from that hot smack.

Well, that's very noble. May
we use your interrogation room?

Yeah. You know, that little punk in there,

he's facing seven counts of involuntary manslaughter

during the commission of seven felonies.

And if he goes to the mat,
that's 20 years on each count.

He works for somebody,

and Linnick, he's willing to
deal for that somebody, OK?

He's standing by right now
just waiting for word from you.

we'll keep it in mind.

Mr Canavere, I'm Kyle Becker, your attorney.

We'll have our chat right in here,

Something wrong, Lieutenant?

Yeah. You know, when you offer a shyster a deal,

he either says yes or he says no.

He never just ignores it.

I didn't know.

I don't understand any of this, man.

It's called making the best of a bad situation.

Now, you think about it.

You're a young man.

You can come out and live
like a king for the rest of your life.

I can't go back in there again.

I can't handle it anymore.

There is no way that you can beat this, Sonny.

So wise up and decide.

You can serve your time and come out rich,

or come out penniless.

And die in some alley with the rats.

I don't want to go back in again.

I can't stand it.

I can't go back in there again.

OK, thank you very much.

I'm sorry, counsellor, but the bus
leaves for Rikers in a few minutes.

Rikers? Yeah, the Tombs are closed.

You get the island instead.
Remember what I told you, Sonny.

I'll be in touch. Let's go, Sonny.

What's the matter?

Can I go to the john? OK. It's out this way.

This is very, very critical, Rizzo.

The soil can't be too dry and can't be too damp -

it's gotta be just right, you
know what I mean? That's right.

Oh, I'm sorry, Stavros, they
do need affection, don't they?

Where's Sonny? In the washroom.

OK, Sonny, let's go.

Oh, my God.

OK, I give this shyster a perfect plea bargain offer.

He tells his client, his client hangs himself.

Does that add up to you?

I've already told the DA about that lawyer.

Excuse me, captain. Does this mean anything?

Oh, nice, Crocker. Billy's Corner, 5550135.

You find out what's at Billy's
Corner, OK? Who, when, where, why?

One witness! One chance and you blow it!

A lousy stinking mess!

A lousy stinking mess. Well, I agree.

But this unit is on record!

Ten requests in 17 months to do
something about that overhead pipe.

Petty as this may sound, nobody
hangs himself from a smooth ceiling.

It always fascinates me how the
petty oversights in this department

tend to cr*pple the office of the prosecutor.

Do you have any idea how stupid
you're gonna look, we're gonna look,

in tomorrow's papers? This case isn't closed.

We're still in business. We
know Sonny wasn't in this alone.

We have a lead to an associate. we'll get him.

And do what?! Convict him for
being connected with a dead felon?

A known pimp and heroin pusher

facing seven counts of involuntary manslaughter?

My God, what you two don't know!

Suppose you just let us do our job,

and if it pans out you'll be the first to know.

What did the shyster have to say?

Mr Becker denies you ever
offered a plea bargain, naturally.

How about a bribe? A what?

Yeah, sure. There's a possibility.

And you can prosecute that one in your dreams

Now listen, McNeil, I want... I
don't care what you want, Linnick!

You're an Assistant DA period!

And not such a great one at that.

I'll go ask Tommy DeHaven if
he'll keep the job for an ex captain.

Er, Billy's Corner. Expensive
boutique, corner of 2nd and 52nd.

Owner and proprietor, Billy Spender.

Drug bust in Cleveland five years ago.

Narcotics have him as
suspicious, probable drug trafficker.

Take Stavros and the other
boys and pick up a search warrant.

And move fast.

Oops, he's here. We're taking him down. Let's go.

Police! Hold it!

Assume the position.

Alright, we've got Spender. You guys get the coffee,

Come on. Black with one sugar.

This must be his private stash. Oh, hark!

What do you suppose he does with that, weigh postage?

I wouldn't doubt, but that's
exactly what he's gonna say.

He had it buried in a plant over here,

Well, obviously he was sniffing
a little bit more than plants.

Wait till Linnick hears about this in the morning.

Oh, no, we're calling him right now.

He said to hurry and that's exactly what we're doing.

Yeah, Lieutenant Kojak. Do me a favour, will ya?

Fish out the home phone number
of Assistant District Attorney Linnick.

And tell Captain McNeil we got the dealer.

Yeah, and we nailed him to the toilet bowl.

Lieutenant.

Sorry to blow in without calling,

I was in the neighbourhood, as they say.

Well, welcome anyway. Meet my boss, Captain McNeil.

Tommy DeHaven. How do you do?

Well, er... I'd better check this report.

Alright. Sit down, Tommy. Nice to meet you.

Well, er,

I hope, er, we haven't lost you, Theo.

I left a phone message. Oh, I'm sorry.

Look, when I'm working on a homicide,
I very rarely pick up my messages.

And when I'm after a man, I
rarely take no for an answer.

You will come, won't you? Well, look,

I've got to clear up things with the department,

and I've got a case to wind up.

The Lawson Bochner murders? That's right.

I had breakfast with Al Linnick.

He had some flattering things
to say about the bust last night.

Praised you in particular.

With all respect, Al Linnick hates my guts.

He does. People with principle intimidate him.

Anyway, the point is, Lawson Bochner is closed.

William Spender confessed.
He's pled guilty to all charges.

Confessed? Without a deal?

He has information. He could have
traded that for clemency at least.

What's the name of his lawyer?
No-one you'd want to know.

What's his name anyway? Kyle Becker.

Kyle Becker?

I spoke with him last night. He
was representing Sonny Canavere.

well, that's only logical, Theo.

Word is Canavere was working for Spender.

Now, what about Monday? Can you start then?

Hm? I don't see why not.

Then it's a deal.

Welcome to the firm, Lieutenant. Yeah.

No deal was made because
there was nothing to deal for.

William Spender ran his own operation.

He confessed to buying the heroin in Mexico,

to cutting it himself, to attempting distribution

through the late Francis Canavere.

The very fact that the heroin was incorrectly cut

further supports my theory that this was a small,

amateurish maverick endeavour.

No links to organised crime.

Hm, and who gave him the money to make the buy?

He got the money where business
people normally get money,

the bank, the cash register.

And how much money did he spend in Mexico?

He claims he made the buy for $52,000.

Oh, come on, will you, Linnick?

There's no way in the world
that he could touch that quality

of first-class smack for,
let's say, less than $200,000.

And if you don't believe me, call Narcotics.

So he got a bargain.

Linnick, he's covering for someone
who gave him the money for the buy.

Kojak... You want to know what I think?

Sonny k*lled himself because
he didn't want to go back to prison,

even though Becker offered
him money. You know what else?

I know what you think.

That Spender's being offered
the same deal. That's right.

Same shyster, same deal,

and it seems to me that you, Linnick,
ought to do something about that

instead of drooling over an easy conviction.

You're suggesting what?

Organised crime funded Mr Spender

because of his underworld savoir faire?

No, I'm not suggesting that at all.

He didn't so much as know how to CUT heroin.

Seven people died because of what he didn't know.

His distribution system consisted
of one pimp turned pusher.

That's right, he's a dummy. And
the dummy gave him the money, too.

We ought to concentrate on that dummy as well.

You're chasing snowflakes, Kojak.

Every instinct tells me you're wrong.

What do your instincts tell
you about Billy Spender's rap?

What's he gonna do, seven
years, with time off for parole?

My guess is he'll get seven to ten years, sit five.

Doesn't seem quite enough, does
it? No, it doesn't seem quite enough.

I had breakfast with Tom DeHaven this morning.

Yes, I know.

Tells me you might be joining his shop. I might.

Fine offer. I congratulate you.

You know, in spite of what you
don't know, I think you'll do well.

You know, you and I ought to have
breakfast together one day. Soon.

One day.

Soon.

Stavros, give me the records

and the personal papers on that bust last night.

They're, uh, they're downtown.

The originals?

Stavros, we busted him here!

We take Xerox copies and
send them down to the DA's office.

Now who told you different?

Stavros!

Well, the captain wasn't here, you weren't here,

I told them I had to get an OK from one of you,

but then whatshisname gets on the phone! Who? Linnick?

Yes, sir.

Crocker! I want you to hear this.

Learn about the system.

What the-?

Just answer the questions, Mr Linnick. Why originals,

why not copies? And why was
one of my officers harangued

and forced to send these records down to you?

I'm sure nobody was harangued, Lieutenant.

I don't know how you got that impression.

Linnick, if you've got them you're in trouble.

Lose them and your trouble gets worse.

Linnick? I'm trying to think.

Let me check with my secretary. Hold on, OK?

Seems I owe you an apology, Theo.

He's in partnership with a Christopher Wyatt.

And as far as we can tell from these cheques,

Wyatt financed the shop AND
Spender's buying trips into Mexico.

Gross receipts look pretty lame,
about enough to pay the rent,

but Wyatt's been pumping money into it all along.

Not to mention his name is on
the lease along with Spender's.

That heroin was found on his premises as well.

Spender confessed he was dealing on his own.

Right, because Spender's such a high-roller Come on!

He couldn't afford to change a light bulb

without Wyatt writing the cheques.

Stavros has got an appointment in
chambers with Judge Mallory, OK?

I want a court order to look at this
Wyatt's recent bank transactions.

Christopher Wyatt man, that rings a bell. Oh!

Why don't you go find out why?

Sure you're doing the right thing?

It's hardly the spoils of w*r for 20 some years.

A picture, a trophy, a cracked coffee cup.

What?

I made Chris Wyatt. No wonder the name was familiar -

he's Emerson Wyatt's son.

We're in the major leagues
now, but it'll be hard to nail the kid.

The family's already got that fancy law firm on it.

Lindsay DeHaven something.

There's got to be an explanation, there must be.

Tom DeHaven's a good lawyer,
probably an old family friend.

Mr DeHaven's office? It's the corner office.

May I ask who's calling?

I want you to know, Mr DeHaven, I trust you 100%.

I'll do whatever you say is right.

If that means going to jail, I, er..

Oh, my God, Mr DeHaven,
I can't go to jail! I would die!

OK, Chris,

take it easy, take it easy.

No—-one said you were going to jail.

But Dad said the police have a court
order to examine my bank accounts.

Believe me, son, you have a better than average chance

of walking out of this.

I'll do anything! Any—

For starters, why don't you
bring back Jessica Johns? Who?

I'll see you in court. Now get out
of here before I bite your head off.

Well...I, er... figured your back would go up

as soon as you found out that
we're representing the Wyatt boy.

But if you put it in perspective,

I've known Emerson Wyatt all my life.

We do corporate law and we've
done business, a lot of business.

But you put me in a very embarrassing
situation, Tom. Conflict of interest.

I can't very well be working for
the prosecutor and you too, can I?

Well, I should think that it can be finessed.

Although, frankly, I didn't expect
that it would ever get this far.

You confuse me. What do you mean get this far?

Well, I didn't expect young
Wyatt to get himself involved

with a type like this Spender.

That's not what you said. You
said you didn't expect it to get this far.

Which means to me you knew Christopher Wyatt before.

Now when was it? Last night, this morning? When?

Alright, alright, I should know better.

His father called me this morning.
Before your breakfast with the DA?

That's right.

You know, this morning when you came to my office,

the cop in me said "Are you
copping me? Something stinks!"

Along with Linnick's manoeuvres,

and your coming to my office in the morning,

I figured that somebody was
tampering with my investigation.

Ah, come on! We wanted you months ago, Theo.

But the situation accelerated the negotiations, right?

I see. No, you don't see! Now look...

How much did Emerson Wyatt pay to Mr Spender

in order to take the rap for the whole thing?

You're confusing the issues, Theo.

Well, why don't you humour me? Tell me, how much?

$150,000 for every year he sits.

Oh! That's a bargain.

It is. It's quite a bargain for a young man's life.

I don't have to tell you about prison, Theo.

That boy would die in prison.

He's not a boy, he's a man.

A full-grown man, and responsible for seven deaths.

Now, wait. Nothing has been proven.

And one of the people he
k*lled is...a girl that I knew.

Jessica Johns, the prost*tute?

No.

Jessica Johns, the child.

I don't understand. I didn't expect you to.

What's to gain by destroying Chris Wyatt?

Oh, he made a mistake alright.

A mistake he's gonna regret for the rest of his life.

But he's not an ordinary young kid! He's...

This is the son of Emerson Wyatt.

And all we gotta do is pay off Billy Spender

and we live happily ever after, right?

Look, I'll do anything in my power to save a client.

That's the name of the game. I do my best.

And that's what makes me best. Good for you.

But that's no my idea of law,

and that's not my idea of justice.

I think I'm a better judge
of what constitutes justice.

Oh, The American Board so and so, and eee, eee!

Greetings to the honourable Thomas DeHaven.

Hey, look, you were my hero too.

And then the walls came tumbling down.

Now, by my urging,

Judge Mallory's gonna look into
the records of Emerson Wyatt.

And if there are any sizable amounts of money

that are suddenly disappearing,
he'll want to know where,

when, and why, and like that.

And as for Mr Spender, he's gonna know too.

BEFORE the trial.

You're trying to bluff me.

You poor, dumb cop.

No,

I wouldn't know how to bluff you.

Because I'm just a poor, dumb cop.

Stay in the force, Kojak.

Go live off your pension.

But don't try to get a job on the outside.

I got a job, DeHaven, and don't you forget it.

And whatever you do,

don't you so much as double park
anywhere near Manhattan South.

Because you'll get a hear ye and a hear ye

and a greeting you'll never forget... counsellor.

Well, what are YOU doing here? Oh, well,

how about I'm having my shoes
fixed? What happened with DeHaven?

Oh, I don't know, 1 quit or I got fired.

Or maybe I just got homesick.

Besides that, you can't do
without me. Are you kidding?

My charm, my warm personality. Absolutely.

Listen, if someone offered to buy
you dinner and you had a choice,

what would it be, Chinese or Greek?

You know, the last time somebody
offered to buy me a free meal

it turned out to be a Trojan horse. Ha!

well, what'll it be? Chinese or Greek?

You call that a choice? I mean, with
a name like Theodopolous Kojak?!

Alright, Chinese.