05x14 - Mouse

[bunniefuu]

Mr Abernathy, my fee for your
mother's treatment and operation

has been due for the better part of a year.

Now just who the hell do
you think you're dealing with?

The man who k*lled my mother.

You and your mother knew the risks of surgery.

Unnecessary surgery.

I will not authorise the insurance company

to pay you for my mother's m*rder.

Nor will I pay the deductible
for her m*rder, Dr Shane.

That man works for a man to whom I owe money,

money you owe me.

Now, you will draw $16,000 from the bank.

And you will have it here by two-thirty.

I will not pay you, Dr Shane.

Mr Flynn?

Little Mouse, name that tune.

I guess I'd better change my plans. Right!

You have got to change your plans.

Run along to the bank, Little Mouse.

Do you need me to change your diapers first, Irving?

Too bad Mr Dunvalo can't give you any more credit.

Could win your money back betting on Dallas tonight.

If I had any credit with Billy Dunvalo,

I wouldn't need him to order you

to collect my fee from Irving Abernathy.

And do you know why the DA
sent me here? I'll tell you why.

Every time you guys mess up

on Miranda, Escobedo, search-and-seizure,

and either the DA can't bring
charges or the judge dismisses,

we lose,

Now what have I been telling you guys?

We screwed it up.

Now, look. Felons go up or go free
according to how we bust 'em, right?

That's real. Now, you know
what it is to make a good case.

You know what it is to...

to waste all that time and money, all that work,

and ending a case by making a bum arrest.

That's sabotage.

Sabotage!

You know, Theo, you're really
beautiful when you're angry.

I have to Leave you guys, but
I've got other squad rooms to visit.

Bye. Bye. Goodbye.

Right, gentlemen. The DA
has talked to the Commissioner,

the Commissioner's talked to Internal Affairs,

IAD will be glad to come down
hard. All right, Frank. She's gone.

OK. Take over.

You gotta have the form out when she's here?

What? You and I beat the spread on $400.

Shut up!

Right, everybody, back to work.

Now, see, I don't have time for this.

Scared, Mouse?

Ahh!

Pennsylvania Station!

Hello. Ballantyne Ambulance? This is Dr Shane.

Dispatch an ambulance to East


There's an injured man on the sidewalk.

Police? There's been a terrible
fight, well, not really a fight.

My name is Edith Leverkuhe.

why are you wasting time asking me that

when there is a man lying hurt
at East 37th Street near Park?

Get me a city ambulance here, pronto.

Why are his eyes so glassy? He's in shock.

Oh. Here...

Ballantyne Ambulance? Dr Shane.

Cancel, I repeat cancel, the ambulance I called.

Here's the ambulance. Since
when are ambulances Caddies?

We got a call to cancel, officer.

Just hold on. Dr Garfield, Bellevue. Theo Kojak.

Steve. What have you got in your emergency room

on this winter Monday that I love?

Alright. You hold on to the
uniform cops. I'll be down, uh...quick.

Todd Flynn. Kneecaps broken, in shock.

Kind of guy who beats up gamblers for his boss.

And who's his boss, Rizzo? Bill Dunvalo.

Billy Dunvalo. A shy and a bookie, rolled into one.

A criminal that nobody charges.

Hm. I mean, what gambler's gonna
admit to doing it to a bookie, right?

I guess everybody bets a deuce or two,

but heavy gambling, I don't know.

So what have we got?

Todd Flynn with his kneecaps broken.

Is it Justice poking its head up?

Or something nasty we could all believe in?

Gambling is a sickness with
massive social consequences.

Mm—hm.

Where is it written, huh? I say
San Francisco can beat Dallas,

or at Least beat the spread.
There's upsets all the time, Gable.

Perry, the sports page! Hello, Steve. You Gable?

Lieutenant Kojak, Manhattan South. Hiya.

What's coming down with Flynn?

Now, I want you to save all the
'perpetrators' and 'aforementioned'

and all that cop talk for your UF61 report, OK?

Uh, Lieutenant, I can't make out a UF61.

What are we doing, hiring illiterates?

Permit me, Lieutenant,

form UF61 only applies to a
report by a victim of a crime,

not the report of an accident. Explain.

Uh, Flynn says he slipped and fell onto the pavement.

Ah, what he told me was,
he tripped on his walking stick.

Which would still be an accident
for which we don't fill form, uh, UF61.

So I fill out the form us medical types make out

when we treat injury—accidents of a suspicious nature.

And I like you, so I called too.

So I can still ask embarrassing questions,

without the UF61. Mm.

Where's Flynn now? They took him up to 1042.

And he's not too sedated to control what he's saying,

so don't ask, oversedating is bad medicine.

Would I want you not to Like me?

All right, Let me see your notes.

Find it funny Flynn says it was an accident?

Yes, sir. He wouldn't even say
what he was doing on East 37th.

I think he's hiding something. Ah, I bet.

How about this eyewitness of yours? Mrs Leverkuhe?

Uh, how good is any eyewitness?

Well, you don't make out the UF61 report,


the football, how lucky can you get?

It's the month for underdogs, I guess.

Mm.

Todd, I want to know who did this.

I don't know. I swear.

Had to be a big guy to take you.

Yeah.

I told the cops it was an accident.

That was definitely right. Definitely.

Ah. 'Do come in. It's a pleasure.'
'Well, thank you very much.'

And Billy Dunvaloe visiting Todd Flynn

to make sure he gets his workman's compensation.

It couldn't happen to a nicer guy.

Kojak, who called you?

I didn't, Billy.

It was an accident!

It's Theo, isn't it?

Lieutenant Kojak. What happened to Dapper Boy?

I'm not buying that story,

that the Nijinsky of the bonebreakers
tripped doing the light fantastic.

I was walking. Ah, ha,

I know about walking. You're hurt too bad for that.

What's your version, Dunvalo? He was hit by a car.

A car! Oh, tsk, tsk, you are fibbing.

Here. See those numbers? That's
my phone in Manhattan South.

See those other numbers, with the hyphen?

That's the years you'll be sitting in the big house,

for misprision of a felony.
Tell him what that is, Dunvalo.

Some crime, right? Misprision of a felony

is withholding knowledge

of the existence of a serious
crime, like felony as*ault, from me.

Hey, look.

When you open your eyes, would you think about me?

As for you, Dunvalo,

out in the corridor, baby.

Thank you.

Hey, you're an old pro. What's this about?

What, you got no time to chit or to chat?

You know, you bookies pay out a lot of bread.

You know what I think?

I think the underdog bets bit you so bad,

because you didn't have time
to lay off the underdog bets.

So? So,

I think you got a very serious cash flow problem.

You need cash, so you send
Flynn out with his ebony walking stick

to collect. True?

Only the strong survive.
But you won't for much longer.

You know why? Because one of your competitors

pulled off a brutal but elegant
move by busting Flynn's kneecaps.

Let's face it, no collector, no
credibility. Who wants to pay you?

I think there's a trade w*r going on,

and they used Flynn's kneecaps
as Pearl Harbour and Clark Field.

But it was an accident.

Uh-uh. And that little fib proves
to me that there's a trade w*r.

And I'm gonna pick off on both sides, and get to you.

He says. Forsooth,

beware the Ides of March, baby.

Think wide. All right, nice hand!

Who said they weren't going to? Who said that?

Alright.

Break up the huddle.

...the 49'ers take the lead...

I want word from the street on
who broke Todd Flynn's kneecaps.

Want me to call Organised Crime Intelligence,

see who's taking over independent bookies?

Splendid idea. Rizzo? Yeah.

I want you to stay on top of Billy Dunvalo.

Do what he does, anything like
that. Ought to be easy for you.

Saperstein, Ballantyne Ambulance Company.

Somebody called, then cancelled, an ambulance.

East 37th St, 3:00pm.

After that, relieve Rizzo. OK.

Can I do anything, Lieutenant? Yeah, Stavros.

I want you to find the cab who
picked up a fare at East 37th,

took them to Penn Station.

You know how many cab companies there are.

You got a description of the
fare? Mm. A dedicated man.

Mm. Thanks a Lot. Well, the description

doesn't fit for a guy who'd take out Flynn.

But Uniform got this description from a witness.



and, uh, mousy clothes.



Now, Robert, Crocker and I, we're
going to use the Socratic method,

and...and gather the truth within
her when she arrives at our Acropolis.

Meantime, Mr Crocker,

tell me how you manage to
keep that camelhair coat clean,

in the city of New York.

Hello?

Mr Abernathy? You assaulted someone.

You're now a criminal.

Unless I have the money you owe me,

I'll see that you're arrested,
convicted and sent to prison.

Moreover, you'll lose your bonding
and your accountant's licence

Is that quite clear?

You want the police to know

your unnecessary surgery k*lled my mother,

to pay your gambling debts?

You can go and...and... go to the devil.

I mean, did I really see a little mouse of a man

beat up a much bigger man?

No one at my group therapy would even listen,

until I got into my own anger
about not being listened to.

When I got into my anger,

they asked what car the little
man fell on with his sweaty hands.

His hands fell on the car? Do you remember which one?

Of course. It takes exquisite panache

to wear a blue Rolls-Royce Phaeton successfully.

'Wear' a Rolls? It can be such a tacky automobile.

Don't you think?

Ah, the licence number. You remember?
I remember only three numbers.



I was a debutante at 17. Really?

Forgive me. Um...3, I was married twice.

Uh, use the phone on your desk.

Go ahead.

How tall would you say Detective Crocker is?



You want to see if I can judge
a person's height accurately.

Lieutenant, the man I saw beating the other man

was 5'8" standing up straight.

And he DID look like a poor little mouse of a man,

who was into his own anger
for the first time in his Life.

Thank you, Ms Leverkuhe. I know you've tried.

Excuse me.

Vehicle Identification's
putting a Rolls on the computer.

Right. Well, thank you, Mrs Leverkuhe.

You've been a marvellous help. Oh...

Look, it's getting kind of late. I'll
have one of my men take you home.

Oh, I can take a taxi.

Unless someone else steals it!

Ah, the criminal identification
bureau will send suspects' photos.

May I at the same time you to
join us again at your convenience?

We'd Like you to look at some portraits of...

...mice who've been discovered at the cheese.

Good! Then I've been of some help.

I know you needed help. I really heard you.

Hey, she's some kind of witness.

Oh, yes, and she's made some
very interesting observations

about your physical dimensions.

Do your homework?

Lucky night. It's on your desk.

I found the cabby. His fare was a male Causasian,

late 30's, sweaty little guy, fits
the description of your witness.

The cab took him to the Long
Island railroad at Penn Station.

He didn't have any baggage.
Baggage to go to Long Island?

No, that's a good question
Stavros asked. Thank you, Stavros.

Thank you, Lieutenant. Saperstein?

Oh, a Dr Theodore Shane ordered the ambulance.

Office, um, 429 East 37th.

Oh. Right across the street from Leverkuhe.

And I wonder where the good doctor Lives?

Or is that information on my
desk waiting for my perusal

so you can sit here and watch the ball game?

Doctor, why did you cancel the ambulance call?

Oh, uh...quite frankly I
thought better of getting involved

when I saw the woman go to Flynn's assistance.

You did say the victim's name was Flynn, didn't you?

Mm? Yeah. I understand. Malpractice suits, all that.

How long did you look out the window? I don't know.

You spend a lot of time looking out the window?

Of course not! It's just, sometimes I do.



everybody's looking at the
game... You got a bet on the game?

I couldn't get a bet down. With a friend.

I understand. Who would you have bet?

The 49'ers. You're kidding!

Well, just... you don't look
Like a guy bets the underdog.

Alright, doctor. Maybe we'll chat again.

If you want to talk to me, I'll be at Manhattan South,

waiting to serve the public and all of that.

Thank you very much.

...blue Rolls—Royce Phaetons
listed in the State of New York...

...ah, none of 'em beginning or
ending with the licence number 173.

Alright. Now, Detective Stavros will pass amongst you,

with a list of Rolls—Royces.

I want you to call the police department

in each municipality where these cars are registered.

We're looking for a blue one
that was on East 37th Street

when Todd Flynn was taken.

Now, if one of your fellow officers
should call and say he has the car,

have him hold it

until we get Forensics to Lift
the prints from the trunk of the car.

'Dr Meredith, go to the white phone...'

'Dr Meredith, go to...'

Do you know how bad you
being hurt's screwing up the world?

It's crazy!

You didn't file a complaint,
so I got a cop in the hall!

He's been on me since yesterday.

He's even boring to talk to.

I can't even get a whisper of who did this to you.

Sorry, Billy.

I hate to ask you,

but if you made a complaint,

maybe it would get the cops off me.

Alright. If you want, Billy.

Take care of the nurses.

You're a stand-up guy, Todd.

Hey, uh, Roxy?

Rizzo. R, I, Z, Z, 0.

There's no compassion in any of these faces.

I guess that's why they're career criminals?

Yes, I suppose so.

But our little mouse isn't here.

May I have some more of your awful coffee?

Or do you have to work?

Dr Shane, it's Mr D calling.

I'll talk to him.

Did you maybe see what the
guy who hurt Todd Looked like?

Todd says he never saw him before.

I'd appreciate your help in this matter, doctor.

'Very much.' Will you forgive my debt?

To protect my position and my credibility...

definitely, if you give me the guy
who screwed up in the first place.

I think I can squeeze in an appointment.

Not at your office. I got a new cop on me,

Give me a time and a place, I'll lose him.

The library, three o'clock.

The automobile never left
Tuxedo Park, your chauffer said?

Well, if I lived there, I wouldn't leave either.

Thank you, sergeant.

These cars were found.
Terrific. That's five more to go.

Rizzo, you have any glad tidings?
Maybe. Flynn filed a complaint.

And who's on Dunvalo? I got Saperstein on him. Hm.

'Assailant unknown to victim.'

And Flynn said he was over 200lbs and six feet?

Here.

I mean, Flynn couldn't admit
to being taken by a mouse,

so he says it's an accident,

which brings us down on Dunvalo,
who wants to get rid of us, right?

So he tells Flynn, make a complaint.

So Flynn, he lies about the
size of the perpetrator, why?

Because his pride was hurt.

Granted. But for the time
and energy we're putting into it,

I mean, is it worth it?

We were wrong about the w*r with the bookies.

Should the mountain lab our to produce a mouse?

Captain McNeil.

Yeah. Mazeltov.

That was Saperstein.

Dunvalo used three cabs and the subway

and a sale at Bloomingdale's to shake him.

Shh, Wonderful.

The History of Agriculture.

Who knew anybody cared?

Which makes this a safe place to meet.

As for us, it's agreed.

I give you my word.

What does this creep that broke Todd Look Like?

Don't you want to know his name and address first?

Huh? Irving Paul Abernathy.

His address is on the card.

Abernathy? The guy that owes...

Shhh. It's a library.

Listen, doctor, thank you.

At least you'll get your money from him.

Money?

What's that next to my good name?

Then?

You really have to ask?

Manhattan South, Detective Crocker.

Yeah. Hold on.

Lieutenant, it's the Chief of Police, Larchmont.

Yes, Chief, this is Theo Kojak.

Well, thank you.

The Rolls is owned by one Harvey Miller of Larchmont.

I'll call, you get Forensics ready to roll,

while I find out where the car
is. Use the phone in my office.

Mr Harvey Miller, please.

This is Lieutenant Kojak, New York police.

Hello, Mr Miller. Yes.

You can be of great assistance to us.

The police in Larchmont told us

your wife said you parked near East 37th St yesterday.

Right. Now, we...

Well, we have reason to believe a felon we're after

Left fingerprints on the trunk of your car.

The boot. The boot? Yeah.

Could you give me the address?

Thank you, Mr Miller. Crocker?

Forensics are ready. Where is it? A garage midtown.

Our mouse's prints are about to get washed off...

.right about exactly now.

Ah, ha ha!

Hey, hold it!

Freeze! Police! Hold it!

Don't do anyt...

Don't you know what freeze means?

Our felon has a definite perspiration problem,

practically etched his prints
into the finish. Beautiful set. But...

Oh. NYPD has no name to go with the prints. However...

I wired them to the FBI to either come up with a name

or add them to their collection. what do you do?

Me? I tell you I know where to look for the name,

even if the FBI doesn't have them.
You just thought of where now?

Oh, who has time to think? It's my
age, my training, my experience....

Besides all that, I don't know where else to look.

What made the smudge anyway? Ah, ha.

The ashes of my youthful dreams, I fear.

Ha, ha. There's a lot of that going on.

I'll do it. Will you? Thanks.

So. Dr Shane is in surgery now, making money

to pay for the apartment above the office in the 30s.

Also to pay for a very professional nurse.

You're cute too. Hm.

So is your business good?

Oh...what does that mean?

Too good?

Dr Shane has ordered and performed
many procedures these last months.

But he's an internist as well as a surgeon,

and I'm a nurse, not a specialist.

Well, I, I respect your opinion.

And look, this is off the wall.

But do you usually dial his calls? Usually.



Yes. The man's name is Mr D.

Mr D!

Dunvalo. Often?

Something is very wrong, isn't it?

Yes. Were you here Last Monday?

No, Dr Shane cancelled all his
appointments except Mr Abernathy,

and gave me Monday off.

Uh, something to do with Mr Abernathy's bill.

why don't you tell me about Mr Abernathy?

I'll tell you about his mother.

She was all he had,

and, you know, I think she was quite a lot.

Dr Shane told Cynthia Abernathy
she needed major surgery.

And she just laid herself down under his knife,

and smiled at him...

...and died in the recovery room.

The soul of sweetness, gone.

The soul of sweetness.

So's poor little Irving, who hasn't got anyone now.

was he the kind of guy who paid his bills on time?

A CPA! Early!

He'd never get a parking ticket, except...

...except he looks like he's
afraid to learn how to drive.

Ah.

But he never paid Dr Shane's bill?

The poor man told his mother's
insurance company not to pay,

and he refused to pay the deductible.

I see.

Well...

...any other doctor would have
turned him over to a lawyer.

Unless, ah... Look,

did this Cynthia need that operation?

I'm not qualified to say this,

but I have wanted to say this
to someone for a long time.

She didn't need surgery.

And she wasn't the only one.

Mm.

OK.

Now, I'm going to have to talk
to a name now instead of a title,

even though I respect the title Nurse.

Beth. Beth.

Did the calls from Mr D and the surgery

increase at the same time?

Yes.

It's gambling. Isn't it?

Four four the hard way, baby, and it never comes easy.

Ah, ha. So according to you,

Shane has been booking surgeries

like a faded hooker on Sutton
Place booking tricks, right?

Hm. That's nice, Sidney.

That's very very nice. Now what has to happen

before you doctors lift this
character's hospital privileges?

He's probably k*lled more people with his knife

than the bandits in the South Bronx.

What do you mean?

I'm agreeing with you.
Sidney, nothing agrees with you.

You're a...curmudgeon.

We got it!

The FBI got a name on our
prints! Irving Paul Abernathy.

You're no fun any more, Lieutenant.

Yeah. Don't tell me Abernathy has a prior?

No. The FBI got the prints from
the state licensing commission.

Abernathy's a bonded certified public accountant.

At least, he will be till we bust him.

Shall I get a warrant? No.

No? Hold off on the warrant.

Get out of here. No, wait.

You stay here, and I'll get out of here.

Call your attorney.

I'll save you the fee. Yes, you can avoid charges

like withholding evidence or misprision of a felony,

by volunteering to testify against Abernathy.

That would be embarrassing.

Subpoenas ARE embarrassing,
doctor. It's funny, isn't it?

With creeps Like you and Dunvalo running around,

I wind up with Abernathy.

You k*ll his mother

to collect the surgeon's fee
and pay your gambling debts.

And somehow, you wind up with Flynn and Abernathy,

in the same place, at the same time,

and presto, Abernathy's the felon.

Things don't always work out, do they?

Doctor, when we get the mouse,

you still got the rat Dunvale on your back.

And if anything should happen to Abernathy,

I'm gonna hold you as accessory to m*rder,

or if you're lucky, maybe just a felony as*ault.

I got to protect my credibility, right?

Look...

I want to talk to you, but,
uh... with my attorney present.

Try and understand my position.

Your position fell apart a long time ago,

and I'm too tired for compassion,

Dr Shane.

Uh-uh? We're on our way.

Queens cops.

They're in place, waiting for us.

Theo, Abernathy is a felon,

regardless of circumstances.

Regardless. Hm.

Shane's gambling k*lled his mother.

The fellow has some future know what I mean?

Now we add us to his past,

this guy hasn't got a life worth living.

You know this Irving? Frank, you and me,

we grew up in the same jungle.
Remember the mama's boys?

You know? Shy, bashful,

total strikeout at sports,

total strikeout with the chicks?

Except they're too scared even to go to bat?

All the little guys, who
became accountants, or clerks,

whatever else we need them to do.

They don't cheat, they don't steal, they don't lie.

And they never go with the boys, and you know why?

Cos the boys, the wiseguys like you and me,

we never wanted them around.

So they wind up living with Mama, as grown men.

You know something, Frank?

There's a great deal of love in that.

And to lose that, and to Lose that to Shane...

Hey, Irving's the felon. Yeah?

Regardless.

Now, you know the DA will plea bargain,

so don't tell me Abernathy's the
kind of guy we're paid to protect.

And don't tell me he's one of our failures.

You're telling me.

So we go out to Kew Gardens, make a good bust,

Abernathy gets a record, we
send it to the licensing commission,

goodbye to bonding, goodbye to CPA,

goodbye to the arm and leg it'll
cost for a lawyer to tell him just that.

Am I wrong, Frank? No, you're right.

Huh. Yeah, it's good police work.
Nothing fancy, nothing brilliant.

But you know what? It costs too much.

I mean, it happens... you screw
up doing an arrest, you sabotage it...

Theo. We both know the difference
between the law and justice.

And the difference makes us both very very tired.

But if you're going out to Queens
to use the law to get justice,

you're in for a lot of grief...

which you know, and which you'll deserve.

Uh-uh.

Police. Freeze. Freeze,

Assume the position, huh?

Oh! .22, That's a nice quiet
g*n. Won't disturb the neighbours.

William Dunvalo? Hi.

I have a warrant here for your arrest,

also...

...search of residence, your place of business,

your automobile, and, um, anything like that.

Bust him.

And make sure you read him his rights.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up the right...

.court of law. You have the
right to speak with an attorney,

and to have the attorney present during questioning.

If you so desire, and cannot afford one...

who are you?

Shut up, bully. The police?

No, if you are the police,

I demand to see identification, and warrants.

Would you believe, I forgot?

Come here.

I want to see my lawyer.

I want to go to the bathroom. I want to sleep.

I demand to be treated as if I had some dignity.

You? Damn it, me!

You are a felon!

I'm the one who makes the demands
here, and I demand a confession!

It's no good being a sweet, nice cop with you.

You've had me here for three hours.

Big macho guy, huh?

Now, you think that would hurt, hard guy?

Confess.

Aw... alright, stand up.

Let's see if your gut can take this.

Go ahead.

Just -

I broke Flynn's knees.

All right, give.

And by God, I'd do it again. I'm
just sorry I didn't break Shane's.

And you can go to the devil that you look Like!

Irv!

Wouldn't you know, the first time in my life

anybody ever called me Irv instead of Irving,

would be a lousy cop?

Ah. Abernathy's lawyer called me
from Queens borough headquarters.

I told him Abernathy was being held in Brooklyn,

so he's on a merry chase. Confession?

Mm-—hm. You know, you look Like hell.

He told me to go to the devil I looked like.

Does his lawyer sound competent?

At this hour? He must be some mouse.

Will he listen to you, do you think?

I think so, if he gets some
sleep. But he's no mouse, Frank.

In fact, I envy him his rage and wonder sometimes,

whatever happened to ours?

Well, it's a good thing we lost some of that rage,

or we wouldn't be able to hold our jobs.

About which...

...you have a date with Shane at the DA's tomorrow.

Yeah, and we drew Cecilia Quinonas.

So, if my client agrees to testify
about Dunvale's bookmaking,

and attempt to extort money from my client,

as well as Dunvalo's alleged
attempt to injure Abernathy,

your office will bring no charges against my client?

Unless he reneges his promise to quit medicine.

Do we have a deal? Yes.

You're destroying my life. You did it all on your own.

And let's hope there are not too
many others like you out there, doctor.

Hey, Kojak!

Good try!

What's with you people?

With me, I prosecute people
Like you to the full extent of the law.

And you fell this morning.

You're not getting off on any legal technicalities.

Lady, Kojak...

I'm disappointed.

We're all pros, remember?

I'll beat some of those charges, go down on others.

So I do a couple of years.

My interests will be protected for me.

I won my credibility back in Kew Gardens.

You know something, coochy-coo?

I don't Like you too much.

Ah, the hell with you.

You know something, he's right.

What's the story on Abernathy?

The law's the law...

...which includes probation.

If he pleads guilty to a lesser,
I'll make an offer this afternoon.

Irving? Unsupervised probation and a fine.

It's the best deal I could get you.

And I'm not just your lawyer, I'm your cousin.

Kojak said I'd lose my bonding! well, of course!

No deal.

I want the preliminary hearing
as soon as possible too.

Now please send Kojak in on your way out.

Hm.

Here you are. It's called an Italian Hero.

With a face like yours, we'll
call it a Submarine Sandwich.

It's Crocker's idea.

Ms Quinonas, do the People have
any more questions of this witness?

well, I do. But I'll just ask what's relevant.

Stop me, Lieutenant, if 1 hit something you did do.

Read Abernathy his Miranda rights? No.

Obtain a warrant for his arrest? Didn't think so.

Search warrant? Not that either.

So, Lieutenant, you violated Miranda,

ill*gal search and seizure, violated Escobedo,

oh, and duress.

People versus Irving Paul Abernathy...

.dismissed.

Jury dismissed. And thank you.

What happened? Kojak sabotaged his own case.

Theo... thank you.

I want you to know, I don't Like having to hurt.

No one does.

But you got hurt because of me.

Ah.

Internal Affairs want to talk to
you. What are you gonna tell 'em?

I'll tell 'em to err is human, Frank.

They never paid us to be human. Ah, ha,

How about to forgive, divine?