Kojak (1973) s01e06 Episode Script
Requiem for a Cop
[Vehicle Engine Starts.]
[Tires Squealing.]
Get in! I want about 10,000 words with you.
[Gunfire, Distant.]
[Engine Starts.]
[Siren Wailing.]
[Siren Continues.]
[Siren Ends.]
[Chatter On Police Radio, Faint.]
[Crowd Chattering.]
What do you got? Uh, Forensics got the, uh, street and the car.
We're waiting for the medical examiner.
- Does Geno know? - Yeah, he's been here for about five minutes.
[Crocker.]
He's really shook.
He's so shook he can't stand.
Him and Donnelly were partners for over 12 years.
Tom Donnelly.
They never made a finer cop.
Looks like a small-bore handgun, automatic.
Lieutenant, I'm Officer Garcia.
I heard the shots.
Nobody's come forward.
Sorry, Geno.
Where were you when it happened? I was in bed.
We split early, about 6:00.
Tom said he was goin' home.
[Sighs.]
Who'd wanna ace him? I mean, why, Theo, why? We weren't workin' on anything that hot.
I mean, those fur loft heists, sure, but we weren't breathing down anybody's necks.
[Sighs.]
L-I can't see.
I can't see why the need to blow Tom away.
I don't see it.
It had to be a hit something from out of the past.
Come on, Geno an experienced officer, hit twice at point-blank range on a side street in Lower Manhattan, almost dawn, didn't even get a chance to draw his own weapon that sound like a hit to you? Well, what do you want from me? [Hits Wall.]
If I knew the answers, I'd give 'em to ya.
You may have the answers without knowin' it.
Get back to the squad room.
Put everything you know down on paper.
Anything and everything, if you consider it important or not.
Go ahead.
Lieutenant Kojak Just a minute, Captain.
Officer? I want you to check out everybody in that crowd names, addresses.
Set up appointments to have them interrogated.
Then I want you to make a house-to-house.
Check on tenants, superintendents, barmaids, bartenders.
I want a complete history on this block by tonight.
Officer, just table that.
What the hell does that mean? It's not my idea.
[Paper Rustles.]
Here.
Open it up.
It's been dusted.
There's a hundred of them.
$ 10,000, Theo.
They found it on Donnelly.
$10,000, Theo.
I just talked to Chief Burke on the phone.
Feels that since Donnelly was one of your men that maybe you're not the person to head up the investigation.
Now, look, I'm not ignoring Lieutenant, but unfortunately, intelligence, industry and courage don't rule out the possibility of dishonesty.
Now, you look, Chief, we've known Tom Donnelly from the beginning.
He's given his entire adult life to the force.
He can't defend himself, but I damn well can.
And I'm not about to sit around and let the only thing he left behind go down the drain, and that's his reputation.
Who's talking about his reputation? This is no kangaroo court.
We simply want the facts.
How do you explain the $ 10,000, Kojak? I'm biased, Commissioner.
Tom Donnelly was a friend of mine.
I'll let the killer explain it.
I respect your loyalty to your friend.
But this concerns the integrity of the entire force.
If the press discovers a case of suspected police corruption is being investigated by the suspect's former associate in his own unit, I can read the editorial in the Times now.
Well, who gives a good Uh, Commissioner, what about the funeral? Papers will expect an honor guard with mayor attending, commissioner's staff paying its last respects.
Well, I mean, whatever else, Donnelly is a slain cop.
What, an inspector's funeral? Under the circumstances, I don't see how that's possible.
The burial services are Tuesday.
The Internal Affairs Division won't have completed its investigation by then.
Commissioner, We mustn't allow Tom Donnelly's body to go into the ground dishonored.
I want those two days.
If I find that my man was suspect of anything, I'll be the first one to blow the whistle with I.
A.
D.
But I want those two days.
All right, Kojak.
Whatever you need, whatever you want, ask for it.
If anyone in the entire department fails to accommodate you, call my office.
There'll be no release to the press, no decision as to the nature of the funeral until Tuesday.
After that, it's your funeral, Lieutenant.
[Door Opens.]
[Typewriters Clacking.]
[Crowd Chattering.]
All right, let's get with it! Saperstein, there are gonna be an awful lot of people comin' to pay their last respects to Tom Donnelly and to try to console his widow.
I want them all questioned discreetly Donnelly's recent behavior, his mental attitude, new acquaintances, anything but I do mean discreetly.
Now, look, men, I know this is as painful to you as it is to me, but it's gotta be done if we're gonna clear Tom Donnelly's reputation for the few of us who still care.
You better tell that to Lieutenant.
Lieutenant? Prince, Forensics.
Got a preview for ya.
Yes, Prince.
Yes.
Well, that's what you call one cool, neat widow maker.
All right.
Thanks a lot.
[Hangs Up Phone.]
This guy, he picked up the expended cartridges and he took 'em with him.
Stavros, you pick up everything in Tom Donnelly's locker, have it examined and catalogued.
Everything: Bank books, statements, anything that bears investigation.
Here's the key to the evidence room.
I already impounded it.
Swanson, you be present at that examination.
I don't want anything missing.
You understand? Now, wait a minute, Lieutenant.
What is this? - I'm not Donnelly's partner.
Alessi is.
- The hell you're not.
When one man in this precinct comes under suspicion, the entire unit becomes Donnelly's partner.
Now, look, we got two days to polish his badge and ours.
Because on Wednesday, the Internal Affairs shooflies, they're gonna be all over us like a groom on a honeymoon.
And let me tell ya something.
We all better be virgins or have a pretty good story.
Now, go ahead.
Crocker? Yes, sir.
I want the tax returns and the bank statements on Donnelly for the past two years.
Lieutenant, it's Sunday.
You make believe it's Friday, and have somebody at the bank agree with you.
Right on.
[Phone Rings.]
Look, Tracey, I want all the names, the present whereabouts of these guys that Alessi and Donnelly have been examining for the past two years.
And you, Flannagan, for the same period of time, pick up the files and newspaper clippings from Central Research.
Go ahead.
All right.
Get more muscle on the desk.
We're on full 24-hour status through Tuesday.
Call Communications for an additional switchboard and an open line to the Sixth.
Call all divisions.
Tell 'em we have a priority call on all manpower.
And if you get any feedback at all, you call the commissioner's office.
Done.
Theo, here's the prelim autopsy.
Now, M.
E.
Just phoned that in.
The full report should be in by late this afternoon.
Why do you want to put yourself through all this? Why not let the shooflies dig up the dirt? That's what they get paid for.
'Cause I'd do the same thing for you, Al.
How's it goin'? [Sighs.]
I've been, uh, retracing the last month, step by step.
I keep looking for something, anything.
There's nothing.
And listen, I can't believe that anybody would want to blow Tom away anyway, because, listen, even the mugs he collared, you know they liked him.
What about the case you been workin' on those fur loft burglaries? How long's that been draggin' on now? Twelve, maybe 15 weeks.
Eighteen.
Hey, well, you guys aren't exactly Batman and Robin.
You know, they nailed you for a quarter million ever since you caught the case.
Wait a minute.
This isn't amateur night at the Apollo.
These floaters are organized, and they're foxy.
They got themselves an out-of-town fence we can't even trace, and they keep switching their M.
O.
On us.
Our last two stakeouts came up empty because we were babysitting one place, and they hit us someplace else.
Did you ever think they might be stakin' you out, Geno? Ever think of that? - What are you drivin' at? - Well, you and Tom Donnelly had been partners for 12 years.
I mean, he'd eat a knish and you'd get heartburn.
What are you saying, Theo? What I'm saying is, 10 big ones, baby that can buy an awful lot of stakeouts.
- In the right place, in the wrong place.
- [TelephoneJangles.]
Relax.
Take it easy, Geno.
[Breathing Heavily.]
[Rapping.]
Lieutenant, you all right in there? Yeah, I'm all right.
Just takin' a statement from Detective Alessi.
Thank you, Sergeant.
I'm sorry, Geno.
I just had to know.
Sit down.
Okay, okay.
No hard feelings? No hard feelings.
No No hard feelings.
Geno, I'm gonna need your piece.
What are you talkin' about, Theo? Well, you're all steamed up.
I just want you to take off a couple of days until we get things squared away.
Theo, the guy that killed Tom planted the money on him.
Planted? Ten thousand balloons? Geno, if someone wanted to frame you or Tom, all they'd need is a thousand.
Okay, okay, okay! But you're still gonna need me to lay out Tom's S.
O.
P.
For ya: His informants, his whole bag of tricks.
Theo, please, listen to me.
I knew Tom better than anybody, and if he was into anything, I'd be the first one to tumble, right? That's just it, Geno.
You knew Tom Donnelly better than anybody.
And they're gonna begin to wonder about you too.
That's why I gotta bench ya for your sake and for Tom's.
All right.
All right.
Okay.
Bye.
Bye.
Geno, keep in touch with Sergeant Vine.
[Door Closes.]
[Gun Clatters.]
Al, get in here.
Close the door.
I want a tail put on Geno.
I wanna know who he talks to.
I wanna know where he goes.
I wanna know where he is every minute the same kind of surveillance you'd give any other homicide suspect.
- Theo, not Geno.
I mean, you can't possibly think that Geno - You think I wanna believe it? But ifTom Donnelly wasn't on the pad, then somebody set him up, and right now I got a very narrow field to pick from.
[Chatter On Police Radio, Faint.]
[Chatter On Radio Continues.]
[Man On Radio.]
It was a black[Indistinct.]
Four-door sedan.
Hello, Theo.
Hello, Father.
It's a terrible thing.
How's Madge taking it? Well, everyone faces these trials in a different way.
I came to comfort her, she's comforted me.
She's in the kitchen now making me a cup of tea.
Thanks, Father.
Hello, Theo.
You look like you need a good cup of tea.
It's orange pekoe.
You talk to reporters yet? No.
Father Duggan sent them away.
[Teapot Lid Rattles.]
I'm not ready for my grieving widow statement.
I'm sorry, Madge.
Don't be sorry for me.
Be sorry for him.
He was a good cop, and after 24 years, he still liked his work.
Oh, Theo, he told me someday that this would happen.
New York is a dangerous place, and I believe him.
Poor Geno, he must be taking it hard.
Yeah, well, I've given him a couple of days off.
They were practically married.
Hmm.
Geno was grounds for divorce.
Well, it's tea now.
Madge, Tom was carrying 10,000 in $100 bills when they found him.
No.
My God, no, he wouldn't do that, Theo.
You know that he wouldn't stand still for a payoff.
I'd suspect you of it first.
Well, you know, it's been known to happen.
He wouldn't know who to go to for it.
What about last night? No, it was no different than any other night.
He telephoned about 6:00 to tell me not to wait dinner.
He and Geno were working late.
Geno wasn't with him.
Hey, Madge, I don't know how to ask it.
Was there any sign of another woman? No.
Poor Tom not even that.
$10,000.
Could have had a lot of women and good times with that.
Theo, I'd wish it were true.
I wish to God he'd had $10,000 worth of good times before he died.
He deserved to hit onejackpot.
Theo, I'll tell you why he was out at night alone.
There was nothing for him to come home to.
We hadn't really been man and wife for, oh, six months, ever sinceJack dropped out of the police academy.
- Tom blamed me for that.
- Why'd he blame you? Because he thought I was putting ideas in Jack's head about something better in life than being a cop.
I did.
Look, I heard aboutJack droppin' out of the academy.
I didn't expect Tom to take it that hard.
By the way, where is he? I thought he'd be here with you.
Oh, he's coming.
Father Duggan called him.
He'll be here as soon as he can.
I still think of him as a kid.
I expect him to be livin' at home.
Oh, no.
He's taking some of those courses at CCNY, and he got an apartment in the Village last week, so he could be nearer his classes.
That's nice.
Personal effects from Tom's locker room.
Tools of the trade.
Hmm.
[Kisses.]
Good-bye, baby.
Thank you, Theo.
Thanks for coming by.
Hey, Madge, if you ever need anything, huh? Thank you, Theo.
What is it, Theo? I don't know.
What if the money wasn't for him? I mean, suppose he needed it for something else? Suppose he needed it for someone who was close and dear to him and in serious trouble? Jack.
But what kind of trouble could he be in? Why, he hasn't even got a girl.
And anyway, he wouldn't go to Tom for help.
He has too much pride.
Straws, Madge.
Just grabbin' at straws.
Good night, kid.
[Door Opens, Closes.]
Well, what was his height? Where can I find this woman? I know, but I gotta have a little more than what you're telling me.
[Phone Rings.]
Just a moment.
Hold on, please.
Hello.
[Phone Rings.]
Hold on.
Hello.
Yeah.
And the daughter, how old is she? [Detectives Chattering.]
[Phones Ringing.]
Any word from Garcia on his interviews? No.
So far, zilch.
Crocker, let's go over Donnelly's financial statement.
[Clears Throat.]
He and the missus had a, uh, savings account at the Security Trust.
They show a current balance of 2,400.
That's it? That's all we're able to uncover.
for every year he's been on the force.
He could've done better on welfare.
Well, there was something else.
Uh, two days before the murder he made a withdrawal of $300.
[Paper Rustling.]
- What are you looking for? - I'm lookin' at the serial numbers on the bank notes we found on him.
One hundred $100 bills, and all but three are sequentially numbered.
What do you think of that? - I don't know.
- I don't know either, but I got a hunch.
[Phone Rings.]
Squad room.
I asked you to put a tail on Geno, hmm? Where are they? Let me call you back.
Lieutenant, you can take Alessi's piece away from him, you can even lift his shield, but you can't keep him off this case, because he wants to clear Tom's name and nail the killer worse than you do.
Al, just tell me where he is.
He's up at the Sixth helpin' Officer Garcia unofficially.
All right, Sergeant.
There's no need to break into a sweat over it.
[Phone Rings.]
Just get him on the phone.
Oh, Sergeant, you can save the taxpayers money.
Take the tail off Geno.
And, stupid, get him on the phone, huh? Broen? What do you expect to get from him, Theo? - Broen's a shylock, right? - To Tom and me, he was just a mouth for hire.
Yeah, but if Donnelly needed bread, lot's of it, and he didn't want Madge to know Ten G's, Theo.
Ten G's.
Right there.
[Kojak.]
Hold it.
- Hmm? - No, I'm not talkin' to you.
Well, that's what he contracted for.
Only what he hadn't figured on was that Broen, that pin-striped shark, would deduct his cut up front.
Yeah.
He'd do that.
Broen would do that.
- Forcing Donnelly to run to the bank for 300.
- But for what, Theo? - Ten grand for what? - Well, there's a question that Broen can answer for us only when you bring him in.
Man, I've seen them condemned buildings in better shape than this.
Repeat the last statement, please.
Easy, Geno, you're bending the threads.
Come on.
Come on.
Hello, Kojak.
You'll pardon me for not rising.
What's not to pardon? I figured you wanted to talk to me.
Uh, one of your men was getting somebody's gravy, and you wanted to know who was on the give.
Am I right? - For how much? - For you, Kojak, it's on the house.
[Chuckling.]
Santa Claus himself.
- That is if I find out anything.
- He's a real philanthropist.
Anyway, I don't waste cops.
Oh, don't you not even if they're into you for heavy dough? Broen, come on.
You'd bust your mother's arm in three places if she lost a subway token.
Your jokes are getting stale, Kojak.
You need a fall guy.
Don't go poking in my garbage.
I'm alibied.
I know.
You were out dedicating an orphanage, right? Hey, I'm a businessman.
You think I'd lend 10 G's to a cop on inspector's pay? How'd you know it was 10,000? Huh? Come here, fatso.
You want two patrol cars sittin' outside your fancy house on Long Island for six months? What would the neighbors think? So you tell me.
How'd you know it was 10,000? You think that you're the only heat I talked to? It's all over the department.
All of them are getting, uh, itchy wanna find out how to apply for Donnelly's job.
Shut up! Shut up! [Laughs.]
[Kojak.]
Cool it.
I wanna shut him up.
Who wouldn't? Look, uh, fatso.
Take a good look, huh? You just bought yourself a lifetime supply of insomnia.
Now, you get your fat carcass outta here before I book ya for violating the ecology.
Ten big ones.
Like the man says, what shark's gonna loan that amount of money to a cop? So, if he couldn't borrow it, he really only had one other way to go.
I gotta find out what would bend a straight arrow like Tom Donnelly.
What could come down that heavy in his life? [Exhales.]
Something was bothering him.
I don't know what it was, but it was something.
He wouldn't explain it.
He wouldn't discuss it.
[Chuckles.]
Twelve years together, and it was like we were just introduced.
Hejust lost interest, Theo.
I don't know why, but it wasn't any fun anymore.
How long? Six months? - Yeah.
How did you know that? - Ever since his boy was flopped out of the police academy.
One move outta you, pig, and I blow your head off.
Now, we gettin' outta here.
A good way to get yourself shot, Casey.
Look at the sign on the wall! Another officer got killed doing just that up in the 17 th last summer.
All right, everybody.
Take a break.
[Cadets Murmuring.]
Theo.
Hi, Dobie.
Heard about Tom on the radio.
You handling it? Yeah.
I'll need your help, Dobie.
Sure.
Anything I can do? Well, I want some information on Tom's son, Jack.
Why'd he drop out of the academy? Just insufficient interest.
L-I guess the kid didn't want it badly enough.
[Slaps Thigh.]
Dobie, I got a dead cop on my hands.
He's a friend of yours and he's a friend of mine.
Now, both Tom's wife and Geno told me he was a changed man after it happened.
Why? What'd you expect? An only son.
He always wanted that kid to be a cop.
It's natural he was shook.
Shook? Okay.
But six months later, and Tom Donnelly never came unshook.
Now, what are you tryin' to hide? - AskJack, why don't ya? - Because I'm askin' you.
[Hits Desk.]
- It was a morals charge.
We deep-sixed it for his father's sake.
- Don't you think you better elaborate? Another rookie registered a complaint.
Theo, do I have to draw pictures? So Tom Donnelly had a skeleton rattling in the family closet, huh? Have you talked to his son? Well, I may have to sooner or later, but I figured I'd hold off.
- Look, Mac, in case I'm wrong, I don't want to involve the kid.
- Well, you're right.
He's been through enough him and Madge both.
- Anyway, I'll see him at the wake.
- [Buzzer Sounds.]
Yeah.
I'll sign a letter.
Oh, and, Vine, hit the squad up for Donnelly's flowers, and put the lieutenant and me down for 20.
Right.
[Hangs Up Receiver.]
[Paper Crinkling.]
Okay, so, we got the scenario for a shakedown.
Now all I gotta do is find out where Tom Donnelly got all that cash and for whom.
You got a rumble? A little one.
Those fur loft burglaries that Geno and Tom were workin' on You know, you could package that with a wrap-around deodorant, and it'd still come out with a stink.
- Ten grand, Theo? - Mmm.
Let's see.
The fence would've netted close to 200,000 bananas.
Yeah.
It'd be worth it to them, all right.
But was it worth it to Donnelly, Theo to sell out the badge to a gang of boosters in order to finance a shakedown payoff, just because his kid's homosexual? Oh, I don't know, Mac.
You know, I'm not his father.
All I know is that Internal Affairs will be swarming all over this case come Wednesday.
Well, with I.
A.
D.
It won't hurt so much.
It won't be personal.
Mac, Tom Donnelly's a friend of ours.
You're a cop.
I'm a cop.
What does that mean? We're gonna call off the game because we don't like the weather? You're right, absolutely.
Division commander, I'm talkin' like a Boy Scout.
'Cause it smarts, Mac.
You know somethin'? I would've laid book on Tom Donnelly any price.
Well, so would I.
So would I.
You think Geno knew that he was in on it? My money says no.
The problem is, it's the same book I would've laid on Donnelly.
I should've listened to my mother.
She wanted me to become a priest.
[Chuckles.]
Hey, you would've been great in the confessional.
Bless you.
I assume you got a plan.
Yeah.
Well, Geno promised to put me away with the squealer who, uh, tipped him on the fur loft robberies.
What's squeezing him gonna buy ya? Might get a name on the guy who greased Tom.
Maybe even get a name on the guy who killed him.
Hey, we're supposed to be solving a homicide, right? Yeah, but if you're right, Theo, we're payin' an awful high price to solve it.
[Quietly.]
Three months after I filed my taxes, up comes this guy to the door, you know? Careful, Sammy.
Quiet down.
You can hurt yourself.
- [Switchblade Snaps.]
- Huh? What are you doin'? Are you on somethin' fast? If you come any closer, then I start to yell.
Now, I'm not goin' quietly to let you cover up for Donnelly.
Nobody's gonna hurt ya, Sammy.
Just wanna ask you some questions.
Put that thing away, will ya? Now, you can stand up, sit down, anything you want.
Just be careful.
You keep away from me.
I'm not talkin' to you.
Don't you know I can put the cuffs on you and drag you downtown as a material witness? So put that thing down.
Yeah, and then I get blown away trying to escape, right? Could've shot you in self-defense.
What's this a bagel? Huh? - [Knife Clatters On Floor.]
- Gee.
You're a real short fuse, Sammy.
I mean, Tom Donnelly's dead, but that doesn't mean that you're next.
Or does it? You're gonna make him a dead hero, but you figure, knowing what I do, you gotta kill me first to make it stick.
Everyone wants to kill you.
But tell me why? 'Cause I tipped Donnelly and Geno on those fur loft burglaries they staked out.
Look, my scam was right-on.
It was bona fide, confidential.
I mean, no one else knew till I told them.
Someone set you with the wrong information, and then they hit the other place.
Sure, and my mother's a gypsy princess.
Look, somebody leaked, hombre, and it sure wasn't me.
Look, l-I got enough trouble without dealing bad scam to the heat.
Look, believe me, my information was right on the money always, 100% before.
Yeah, well.
That's what you say.
[Strains.]
But where'd you get your tips? [Chuckling.]
That's all I need, you know, is you makin' friends with my friends.
Look, l-I'm tryin' to live to be 23.
[Blade Snaps.]
[Gasps.]
Ooh.
- Come on.
Gimme a break.
- A name, Sammy.
That's all a name.
- I want the brains behind the heist.
- Man, I don't know! Then how did Donnelly get to him.
Or better still, how did he get to Donnelly? It was not through me.
Look, it's not a lie.
L-I swear to you on my mother's grave.
It's not a lie.
L-I don't know.
My friends, they they only work for him.
I want that name, Sammy.
And I've got until tomorrow.
I hate to have to keep comin' around here.
I mean, your friends they might get the right idea.
Now, look.
I'm your biggest fan.
I'm rootin' for you to make 23, you understand? Don't disappoint me.
Let's go, Geno.
Sammy here has got work to do.
Here, cootchie-coo.
Don't cut yourself.
- [Engine Starts.]
- [Tires Squealing.]
[Yelps.]
[Tires Squeal.]
I don't think this is the time or the place to, uh, talk about what kind of a funeral he's going to have, fellas.
I mean, uh, it's, uh it's a very distressing situation.
I, uh, knew Donnelly well, his family.
Fine officer.
Very fine man.
Lovely wife and child.
The whole Very distressing business.
A great loss to the department.
[Faint.]
That's about all I can say.
[Children Giggling.]
[Adults Murmuring.]
Have you paid your respects, Theo? I don't seeJack around, Pat.
He hasn't arrived yet.
I'm a bit worried.
Thanks, Pat.
[No Audible Dialogue.]
Hey, buy you a drink.
Hey, Bill.
How are ya? Nice to see ya.
Uh, Claire, uh, will you watch that coffee? I want to talk to Theo about tomorrow's arrangements.
Well, Theo, what's it to be? Is Tom Donnelly to have his inspector's funeral, or is it to be the side streets and the rented hearse and a carload of friends to see him as far as the cemetery? Well, it's all up in the air, Madge.
It's still undecided.
I see.
And should I park the body in the freezer, do you suppose, while they make up their minds? Madge, I'm sorry.
I'm doin' the best I can.
I'm sorry, Theo.
It's, uh It's not that.
It's Jack.
He hasn't even been to the house, and I don't know why, Theo.
[Phone Ringing.]
He and his father had some big argument last week, but that's no reason for [McNeil.]
Hello.
Yeah, Alessi.
No [Indistinct.]
Not now.
How? Yeah, I'll tell him.
Now that Tom's dead Theo.
[Hangs Up Phone.]
Can I see you a minute? Excuse me, Madge.
That was Alessi on the phone.
Somebody iced Sammy Moreno.
[Siren Wailing.]
[Siren Continues.]
[Alessi.]
You were at the, uh, La Culebra? [Man.]
La Culebra.
You with him? [Siren Approaches.]
Aye.
You were together? Yes.
A relative? [Siren Stops.]
Yes.
All right.
I'll tell you what I want you to do.
Stick around because I don't want you to get too far away.
I may need you.
[No Audible Dialogue.]
All right.
You stick around.
[Chatter On Police Radio.]
Hey, what do you got so far? He left the bar at 4:00 a.
m.
No, I think it was about 4:30 a.
m.
This is as far as he got.
Stopped by an ice pick.
Workman found him on his way to work.
Didn't see anybody.
How about that dude over there with the patent leather pompadour? He's a relative.
He identified the body.
And where was he when the ice pick fell? Sandro, come here.
What is this, man? What you want me for? Where were you last night, Sandro, late? Tell me.
Taking care of business, man you know, at La Culebra.
"The Viper.
" West 18th Street.
An after-hours joint.
What about Sam? Tell me about Sammy.
Was he a friend, a relative? La mariposa? He may be your friend.
I don't know, man.
He's maricon.
Fagola.
Sammy Moreno informant, bartender and Tommy's kid, both of them three-dollar bills.
You stay on it here.
Keep in touch with Vine.
[Patrons Murmuring.]
All right.
Kiss off, Goldilocks.
Your porridge is gettin' cold.
Madge told me you enrolled at CCNY.
What's this here? The campus candy store? Theo Hey, you call me "Lieutenant.
" I went over to your apartment first, lookin'for ya, and then it struck me like a bolt outta the blue, pow that you'd be here along with Sammy Moreno.
But he was interrupted by a very sharp instrument.
It's quite a turnout at the wake big turnout.
Everybody's askin'for ya.
You're missed.
What's the matter, sonny? Can't stand to see your old man stretched out in a coffin? You don't understand.
I understand.
Oh, I understand.
I understand your father's dead, and already he's a graffiti gag on subway walls.
I also understand he's dead because of you.
No.
That isn't true.
No? Then what happened last week with your father? I understand you had harsh words.
You stormed out of the house.
You remember that? What was that about? What was it always about? I wasn'tJoe Namath.
It wasn't good enough for him, and he couldn't handle that.
It was an assault on his manhood.
And if you're sayin' that's what killed him, you're wrong.
No.
It hurt him, and I can understand that, being brought up in a tough Irish neighborhood.
What killed him was the $300.
You know something? I sold your father short.
I should have known better.
He wasn't on the take, and he wasn't on the give either.
You see, the money was still on him, all 10,000 of it.
If the killer had the composure to gather up his spent cartridges, he had time enough to snatch your father's wallet.
And there's only one explanation: Whoever killed him didn't know he had the money on him.
Come on.
You wanna take it from there, Jack? I don't know what you're talkin' about.
Why don't you just leave me alone, huh? Just leave me alone.
'Cause I'm down to the wire, sonny boy, and I've got no time to fool around.
[Inhales.]
Yeah.
Very touching.
Very, very touching.
[Sobs.]
- I'd be more impressed if I thought those tears were for your old man.
- [Exhales.]
Hey, Jack, do you wanna nail the man who wasted your father? Or don't don't you even care? Of course, I care.
I care.
- Then why don't you finger him? - Because I can't! That argument it was over the money, wasn't it? [Sighs.]
Yeah, he found money in my bedroom, and he wanted to know where I got it from.
[Sniffles.]
I told him there was a man a respectable businessman, a wealthy man a closet queen and I'd been shakin' him down.
He looked at the money and he asked me if that was all of it.
Well, I told him that was all of it except for $300 that I'd spent.
And he put the money in his pocket, and he walked outta the room, and I never saw him again after that.
And that was it? He didn't tell you what he was gonna do? [Quietly.]
No.
- And you couldn't guess.
- No.
- Told him the man's name? - Yes.
- He kept after me until - And yet you couldn't guess what he would do next.
- No! - He wanted the name so he could return the money.
That's what he was doing alone in the Village at that time in the morning.
That's why he withdrew $300 ofhis own savings.
That's why he went in not at the ready.
And you have no idea who killed him sitting as close to him as you and me.
Two shots at point-blank range.
I don't believe it.
[Sniffles.]
He wouldn't do that.
He couldn't do that.
Oh, not if you're tellin' the truth about shakin' down a john.
Only we both know different, don't we? You had to explain the money somehow, and the truth would've put you behind bars along with your with your friend.
So you told your father the one story he could square with his policeman's conscience.
And your father figured he could square things by returning the money.
And that's what got him killed.
I didn't know.
I swear to God I didn't You didn't wanna know! That's the difference between us the difference between you and me I did.
It was you tipping the gang off to those police stakeouts, passing along information you'd somehow managed to finesse from your old man's duty schedule.
That's what put all that bread in your bedroom, right? Your father turning up like that spooked your friend, who didn't even wait to learn the reason for your old man bein' there.
He just blasted away.
Hey, why speculate? Let's ask him, why don't we? No! [Sniffles.]
No.
Listen.
I'm I did wrong.
I'll take the blame for that, okay? - But don't ask me to give you his name.
- I'm asking.
He referred to it as my "sickness," as if a massive dose of penicillin would take care of everything.
And where does he get the sanctimonious moral judgments from, huh? Twenty-four years on the force.
Who the hell is he? Just a cop.
A cop.
As a father, a husband? I don't know a failure, disappointment maybe.
I don't know that.
But there's one thing that he never failed and he never disappointed: His badge.
And what's he got to show for 24 years? A clean record.
I'm asking you, kid Your friend's freedom or your father's honor? Make up your mind.
Which is it gonna be? That's Paul Kimbrough, 428 Bleecker Street.
Yeah, and send Geno.
He deserves at least that.
And the cavalry.
Right.
How many did you say were up there? This time of the day? I don't know.
It's hard to say.
He has a ring a middleman.
They, uh, peddle stolen goods.
He bankrolls the jobs, and his ring handles the turnover.
- Jack.
Hey, Jack.
- That's Edgar, one of the gang.
What do I do? Relax.
What are you doing standing out here auditioning for sunstroke? Come on.
Paul is in one of his bad moods.
Uh, you better get upstairs and calm him down.
Okay.
Sure.
I was just goin'.
Ciao, kid.
Now, that's what I call a dandruff problem.
[Man On Speaker.]
Who is it? Paul, it's me Jack.
[Buzzer Sounds.]
[Paul.]
Hey, Jack, you gonna take all day? You stay here.
I don't wanna see two Donnellys buried in one week.
You goin' up there alone? I don't have a choice.
Reinforcements will be here in a minute.
Now, you keep a lookout.
Hey, Jack Open up.
Police! [Footsteps Approaching.]
I thought I told you to stay downstairs.
I forgot to tell you.
There's a window to the roof.
He can get away.
[Gunfire.]
All right.
Freeze.
[Siren Approaching.]
All right, give it up, Kimbrough.
You haven't got a prayer.
Throw out your gun.
You have no chance.
Throw out your gun.
[Cocks Pistol.]
[Siren Stops.]
Paul! This the piece you wasted Tom with? There should've been more of it.
Come on.
Come on.
Get up.
Get up, you Take it easy.
I'll do the talkin'.
And get an ambulance! They shot Donnelly's kid.
[Announcer.]
In a solemn graveside service this morning, a crowd estimated in the thousands paid final respects to Detective Tom Donnelly.
Donnelly, a 24-year veteran, leaves behind a wife, a son and a record of public service and bravery which will long be remembered by his department.
Among those at graveside were the mayor, the police commissioner and comrades from all five boroughs.
[Gunfire In Unison.]
dd [Bugle Playing Taps.]
[Gunfire Continues.]
dd[Bugle Continues.]
dd[Ends.]
[Tires Squealing.]
Get in! I want about 10,000 words with you.
[Gunfire, Distant.]
[Engine Starts.]
[Siren Wailing.]
[Siren Continues.]
[Siren Ends.]
[Chatter On Police Radio, Faint.]
[Crowd Chattering.]
What do you got? Uh, Forensics got the, uh, street and the car.
We're waiting for the medical examiner.
- Does Geno know? - Yeah, he's been here for about five minutes.
[Crocker.]
He's really shook.
He's so shook he can't stand.
Him and Donnelly were partners for over 12 years.
Tom Donnelly.
They never made a finer cop.
Looks like a small-bore handgun, automatic.
Lieutenant, I'm Officer Garcia.
I heard the shots.
Nobody's come forward.
Sorry, Geno.
Where were you when it happened? I was in bed.
We split early, about 6:00.
Tom said he was goin' home.
[Sighs.]
Who'd wanna ace him? I mean, why, Theo, why? We weren't workin' on anything that hot.
I mean, those fur loft heists, sure, but we weren't breathing down anybody's necks.
[Sighs.]
L-I can't see.
I can't see why the need to blow Tom away.
I don't see it.
It had to be a hit something from out of the past.
Come on, Geno an experienced officer, hit twice at point-blank range on a side street in Lower Manhattan, almost dawn, didn't even get a chance to draw his own weapon that sound like a hit to you? Well, what do you want from me? [Hits Wall.]
If I knew the answers, I'd give 'em to ya.
You may have the answers without knowin' it.
Get back to the squad room.
Put everything you know down on paper.
Anything and everything, if you consider it important or not.
Go ahead.
Lieutenant Kojak Just a minute, Captain.
Officer? I want you to check out everybody in that crowd names, addresses.
Set up appointments to have them interrogated.
Then I want you to make a house-to-house.
Check on tenants, superintendents, barmaids, bartenders.
I want a complete history on this block by tonight.
Officer, just table that.
What the hell does that mean? It's not my idea.
[Paper Rustles.]
Here.
Open it up.
It's been dusted.
There's a hundred of them.
$ 10,000, Theo.
They found it on Donnelly.
$10,000, Theo.
I just talked to Chief Burke on the phone.
Feels that since Donnelly was one of your men that maybe you're not the person to head up the investigation.
Now, look, I'm not ignoring Lieutenant, but unfortunately, intelligence, industry and courage don't rule out the possibility of dishonesty.
Now, you look, Chief, we've known Tom Donnelly from the beginning.
He's given his entire adult life to the force.
He can't defend himself, but I damn well can.
And I'm not about to sit around and let the only thing he left behind go down the drain, and that's his reputation.
Who's talking about his reputation? This is no kangaroo court.
We simply want the facts.
How do you explain the $ 10,000, Kojak? I'm biased, Commissioner.
Tom Donnelly was a friend of mine.
I'll let the killer explain it.
I respect your loyalty to your friend.
But this concerns the integrity of the entire force.
If the press discovers a case of suspected police corruption is being investigated by the suspect's former associate in his own unit, I can read the editorial in the Times now.
Well, who gives a good Uh, Commissioner, what about the funeral? Papers will expect an honor guard with mayor attending, commissioner's staff paying its last respects.
Well, I mean, whatever else, Donnelly is a slain cop.
What, an inspector's funeral? Under the circumstances, I don't see how that's possible.
The burial services are Tuesday.
The Internal Affairs Division won't have completed its investigation by then.
Commissioner, We mustn't allow Tom Donnelly's body to go into the ground dishonored.
I want those two days.
If I find that my man was suspect of anything, I'll be the first one to blow the whistle with I.
A.
D.
But I want those two days.
All right, Kojak.
Whatever you need, whatever you want, ask for it.
If anyone in the entire department fails to accommodate you, call my office.
There'll be no release to the press, no decision as to the nature of the funeral until Tuesday.
After that, it's your funeral, Lieutenant.
[Door Opens.]
[Typewriters Clacking.]
[Crowd Chattering.]
All right, let's get with it! Saperstein, there are gonna be an awful lot of people comin' to pay their last respects to Tom Donnelly and to try to console his widow.
I want them all questioned discreetly Donnelly's recent behavior, his mental attitude, new acquaintances, anything but I do mean discreetly.
Now, look, men, I know this is as painful to you as it is to me, but it's gotta be done if we're gonna clear Tom Donnelly's reputation for the few of us who still care.
You better tell that to Lieutenant.
Lieutenant? Prince, Forensics.
Got a preview for ya.
Yes, Prince.
Yes.
Well, that's what you call one cool, neat widow maker.
All right.
Thanks a lot.
[Hangs Up Phone.]
This guy, he picked up the expended cartridges and he took 'em with him.
Stavros, you pick up everything in Tom Donnelly's locker, have it examined and catalogued.
Everything: Bank books, statements, anything that bears investigation.
Here's the key to the evidence room.
I already impounded it.
Swanson, you be present at that examination.
I don't want anything missing.
You understand? Now, wait a minute, Lieutenant.
What is this? - I'm not Donnelly's partner.
Alessi is.
- The hell you're not.
When one man in this precinct comes under suspicion, the entire unit becomes Donnelly's partner.
Now, look, we got two days to polish his badge and ours.
Because on Wednesday, the Internal Affairs shooflies, they're gonna be all over us like a groom on a honeymoon.
And let me tell ya something.
We all better be virgins or have a pretty good story.
Now, go ahead.
Crocker? Yes, sir.
I want the tax returns and the bank statements on Donnelly for the past two years.
Lieutenant, it's Sunday.
You make believe it's Friday, and have somebody at the bank agree with you.
Right on.
[Phone Rings.]
Look, Tracey, I want all the names, the present whereabouts of these guys that Alessi and Donnelly have been examining for the past two years.
And you, Flannagan, for the same period of time, pick up the files and newspaper clippings from Central Research.
Go ahead.
All right.
Get more muscle on the desk.
We're on full 24-hour status through Tuesday.
Call Communications for an additional switchboard and an open line to the Sixth.
Call all divisions.
Tell 'em we have a priority call on all manpower.
And if you get any feedback at all, you call the commissioner's office.
Done.
Theo, here's the prelim autopsy.
Now, M.
E.
Just phoned that in.
The full report should be in by late this afternoon.
Why do you want to put yourself through all this? Why not let the shooflies dig up the dirt? That's what they get paid for.
'Cause I'd do the same thing for you, Al.
How's it goin'? [Sighs.]
I've been, uh, retracing the last month, step by step.
I keep looking for something, anything.
There's nothing.
And listen, I can't believe that anybody would want to blow Tom away anyway, because, listen, even the mugs he collared, you know they liked him.
What about the case you been workin' on those fur loft burglaries? How long's that been draggin' on now? Twelve, maybe 15 weeks.
Eighteen.
Hey, well, you guys aren't exactly Batman and Robin.
You know, they nailed you for a quarter million ever since you caught the case.
Wait a minute.
This isn't amateur night at the Apollo.
These floaters are organized, and they're foxy.
They got themselves an out-of-town fence we can't even trace, and they keep switching their M.
O.
On us.
Our last two stakeouts came up empty because we were babysitting one place, and they hit us someplace else.
Did you ever think they might be stakin' you out, Geno? Ever think of that? - What are you drivin' at? - Well, you and Tom Donnelly had been partners for 12 years.
I mean, he'd eat a knish and you'd get heartburn.
What are you saying, Theo? What I'm saying is, 10 big ones, baby that can buy an awful lot of stakeouts.
- In the right place, in the wrong place.
- [TelephoneJangles.]
Relax.
Take it easy, Geno.
[Breathing Heavily.]
[Rapping.]
Lieutenant, you all right in there? Yeah, I'm all right.
Just takin' a statement from Detective Alessi.
Thank you, Sergeant.
I'm sorry, Geno.
I just had to know.
Sit down.
Okay, okay.
No hard feelings? No hard feelings.
No No hard feelings.
Geno, I'm gonna need your piece.
What are you talkin' about, Theo? Well, you're all steamed up.
I just want you to take off a couple of days until we get things squared away.
Theo, the guy that killed Tom planted the money on him.
Planted? Ten thousand balloons? Geno, if someone wanted to frame you or Tom, all they'd need is a thousand.
Okay, okay, okay! But you're still gonna need me to lay out Tom's S.
O.
P.
For ya: His informants, his whole bag of tricks.
Theo, please, listen to me.
I knew Tom better than anybody, and if he was into anything, I'd be the first one to tumble, right? That's just it, Geno.
You knew Tom Donnelly better than anybody.
And they're gonna begin to wonder about you too.
That's why I gotta bench ya for your sake and for Tom's.
All right.
All right.
Okay.
Bye.
Bye.
Geno, keep in touch with Sergeant Vine.
[Door Closes.]
[Gun Clatters.]
Al, get in here.
Close the door.
I want a tail put on Geno.
I wanna know who he talks to.
I wanna know where he goes.
I wanna know where he is every minute the same kind of surveillance you'd give any other homicide suspect.
- Theo, not Geno.
I mean, you can't possibly think that Geno - You think I wanna believe it? But ifTom Donnelly wasn't on the pad, then somebody set him up, and right now I got a very narrow field to pick from.
[Chatter On Police Radio, Faint.]
[Chatter On Radio Continues.]
[Man On Radio.]
It was a black[Indistinct.]
Four-door sedan.
Hello, Theo.
Hello, Father.
It's a terrible thing.
How's Madge taking it? Well, everyone faces these trials in a different way.
I came to comfort her, she's comforted me.
She's in the kitchen now making me a cup of tea.
Thanks, Father.
Hello, Theo.
You look like you need a good cup of tea.
It's orange pekoe.
You talk to reporters yet? No.
Father Duggan sent them away.
[Teapot Lid Rattles.]
I'm not ready for my grieving widow statement.
I'm sorry, Madge.
Don't be sorry for me.
Be sorry for him.
He was a good cop, and after 24 years, he still liked his work.
Oh, Theo, he told me someday that this would happen.
New York is a dangerous place, and I believe him.
Poor Geno, he must be taking it hard.
Yeah, well, I've given him a couple of days off.
They were practically married.
Hmm.
Geno was grounds for divorce.
Well, it's tea now.
Madge, Tom was carrying 10,000 in $100 bills when they found him.
No.
My God, no, he wouldn't do that, Theo.
You know that he wouldn't stand still for a payoff.
I'd suspect you of it first.
Well, you know, it's been known to happen.
He wouldn't know who to go to for it.
What about last night? No, it was no different than any other night.
He telephoned about 6:00 to tell me not to wait dinner.
He and Geno were working late.
Geno wasn't with him.
Hey, Madge, I don't know how to ask it.
Was there any sign of another woman? No.
Poor Tom not even that.
$10,000.
Could have had a lot of women and good times with that.
Theo, I'd wish it were true.
I wish to God he'd had $10,000 worth of good times before he died.
He deserved to hit onejackpot.
Theo, I'll tell you why he was out at night alone.
There was nothing for him to come home to.
We hadn't really been man and wife for, oh, six months, ever sinceJack dropped out of the police academy.
- Tom blamed me for that.
- Why'd he blame you? Because he thought I was putting ideas in Jack's head about something better in life than being a cop.
I did.
Look, I heard aboutJack droppin' out of the academy.
I didn't expect Tom to take it that hard.
By the way, where is he? I thought he'd be here with you.
Oh, he's coming.
Father Duggan called him.
He'll be here as soon as he can.
I still think of him as a kid.
I expect him to be livin' at home.
Oh, no.
He's taking some of those courses at CCNY, and he got an apartment in the Village last week, so he could be nearer his classes.
That's nice.
Personal effects from Tom's locker room.
Tools of the trade.
Hmm.
[Kisses.]
Good-bye, baby.
Thank you, Theo.
Thanks for coming by.
Hey, Madge, if you ever need anything, huh? Thank you, Theo.
What is it, Theo? I don't know.
What if the money wasn't for him? I mean, suppose he needed it for something else? Suppose he needed it for someone who was close and dear to him and in serious trouble? Jack.
But what kind of trouble could he be in? Why, he hasn't even got a girl.
And anyway, he wouldn't go to Tom for help.
He has too much pride.
Straws, Madge.
Just grabbin' at straws.
Good night, kid.
[Door Opens, Closes.]
Well, what was his height? Where can I find this woman? I know, but I gotta have a little more than what you're telling me.
[Phone Rings.]
Just a moment.
Hold on, please.
Hello.
[Phone Rings.]
Hold on.
Hello.
Yeah.
And the daughter, how old is she? [Detectives Chattering.]
[Phones Ringing.]
Any word from Garcia on his interviews? No.
So far, zilch.
Crocker, let's go over Donnelly's financial statement.
[Clears Throat.]
He and the missus had a, uh, savings account at the Security Trust.
They show a current balance of 2,400.
That's it? That's all we're able to uncover.
for every year he's been on the force.
He could've done better on welfare.
Well, there was something else.
Uh, two days before the murder he made a withdrawal of $300.
[Paper Rustling.]
- What are you looking for? - I'm lookin' at the serial numbers on the bank notes we found on him.
One hundred $100 bills, and all but three are sequentially numbered.
What do you think of that? - I don't know.
- I don't know either, but I got a hunch.
[Phone Rings.]
Squad room.
I asked you to put a tail on Geno, hmm? Where are they? Let me call you back.
Lieutenant, you can take Alessi's piece away from him, you can even lift his shield, but you can't keep him off this case, because he wants to clear Tom's name and nail the killer worse than you do.
Al, just tell me where he is.
He's up at the Sixth helpin' Officer Garcia unofficially.
All right, Sergeant.
There's no need to break into a sweat over it.
[Phone Rings.]
Just get him on the phone.
Oh, Sergeant, you can save the taxpayers money.
Take the tail off Geno.
And, stupid, get him on the phone, huh? Broen? What do you expect to get from him, Theo? - Broen's a shylock, right? - To Tom and me, he was just a mouth for hire.
Yeah, but if Donnelly needed bread, lot's of it, and he didn't want Madge to know Ten G's, Theo.
Ten G's.
Right there.
[Kojak.]
Hold it.
- Hmm? - No, I'm not talkin' to you.
Well, that's what he contracted for.
Only what he hadn't figured on was that Broen, that pin-striped shark, would deduct his cut up front.
Yeah.
He'd do that.
Broen would do that.
- Forcing Donnelly to run to the bank for 300.
- But for what, Theo? - Ten grand for what? - Well, there's a question that Broen can answer for us only when you bring him in.
Man, I've seen them condemned buildings in better shape than this.
Repeat the last statement, please.
Easy, Geno, you're bending the threads.
Come on.
Come on.
Hello, Kojak.
You'll pardon me for not rising.
What's not to pardon? I figured you wanted to talk to me.
Uh, one of your men was getting somebody's gravy, and you wanted to know who was on the give.
Am I right? - For how much? - For you, Kojak, it's on the house.
[Chuckling.]
Santa Claus himself.
- That is if I find out anything.
- He's a real philanthropist.
Anyway, I don't waste cops.
Oh, don't you not even if they're into you for heavy dough? Broen, come on.
You'd bust your mother's arm in three places if she lost a subway token.
Your jokes are getting stale, Kojak.
You need a fall guy.
Don't go poking in my garbage.
I'm alibied.
I know.
You were out dedicating an orphanage, right? Hey, I'm a businessman.
You think I'd lend 10 G's to a cop on inspector's pay? How'd you know it was 10,000? Huh? Come here, fatso.
You want two patrol cars sittin' outside your fancy house on Long Island for six months? What would the neighbors think? So you tell me.
How'd you know it was 10,000? You think that you're the only heat I talked to? It's all over the department.
All of them are getting, uh, itchy wanna find out how to apply for Donnelly's job.
Shut up! Shut up! [Laughs.]
[Kojak.]
Cool it.
I wanna shut him up.
Who wouldn't? Look, uh, fatso.
Take a good look, huh? You just bought yourself a lifetime supply of insomnia.
Now, you get your fat carcass outta here before I book ya for violating the ecology.
Ten big ones.
Like the man says, what shark's gonna loan that amount of money to a cop? So, if he couldn't borrow it, he really only had one other way to go.
I gotta find out what would bend a straight arrow like Tom Donnelly.
What could come down that heavy in his life? [Exhales.]
Something was bothering him.
I don't know what it was, but it was something.
He wouldn't explain it.
He wouldn't discuss it.
[Chuckles.]
Twelve years together, and it was like we were just introduced.
Hejust lost interest, Theo.
I don't know why, but it wasn't any fun anymore.
How long? Six months? - Yeah.
How did you know that? - Ever since his boy was flopped out of the police academy.
One move outta you, pig, and I blow your head off.
Now, we gettin' outta here.
A good way to get yourself shot, Casey.
Look at the sign on the wall! Another officer got killed doing just that up in the 17 th last summer.
All right, everybody.
Take a break.
[Cadets Murmuring.]
Theo.
Hi, Dobie.
Heard about Tom on the radio.
You handling it? Yeah.
I'll need your help, Dobie.
Sure.
Anything I can do? Well, I want some information on Tom's son, Jack.
Why'd he drop out of the academy? Just insufficient interest.
L-I guess the kid didn't want it badly enough.
[Slaps Thigh.]
Dobie, I got a dead cop on my hands.
He's a friend of yours and he's a friend of mine.
Now, both Tom's wife and Geno told me he was a changed man after it happened.
Why? What'd you expect? An only son.
He always wanted that kid to be a cop.
It's natural he was shook.
Shook? Okay.
But six months later, and Tom Donnelly never came unshook.
Now, what are you tryin' to hide? - AskJack, why don't ya? - Because I'm askin' you.
[Hits Desk.]
- It was a morals charge.
We deep-sixed it for his father's sake.
- Don't you think you better elaborate? Another rookie registered a complaint.
Theo, do I have to draw pictures? So Tom Donnelly had a skeleton rattling in the family closet, huh? Have you talked to his son? Well, I may have to sooner or later, but I figured I'd hold off.
- Look, Mac, in case I'm wrong, I don't want to involve the kid.
- Well, you're right.
He's been through enough him and Madge both.
- Anyway, I'll see him at the wake.
- [Buzzer Sounds.]
Yeah.
I'll sign a letter.
Oh, and, Vine, hit the squad up for Donnelly's flowers, and put the lieutenant and me down for 20.
Right.
[Hangs Up Receiver.]
[Paper Crinkling.]
Okay, so, we got the scenario for a shakedown.
Now all I gotta do is find out where Tom Donnelly got all that cash and for whom.
You got a rumble? A little one.
Those fur loft burglaries that Geno and Tom were workin' on You know, you could package that with a wrap-around deodorant, and it'd still come out with a stink.
- Ten grand, Theo? - Mmm.
Let's see.
The fence would've netted close to 200,000 bananas.
Yeah.
It'd be worth it to them, all right.
But was it worth it to Donnelly, Theo to sell out the badge to a gang of boosters in order to finance a shakedown payoff, just because his kid's homosexual? Oh, I don't know, Mac.
You know, I'm not his father.
All I know is that Internal Affairs will be swarming all over this case come Wednesday.
Well, with I.
A.
D.
It won't hurt so much.
It won't be personal.
Mac, Tom Donnelly's a friend of ours.
You're a cop.
I'm a cop.
What does that mean? We're gonna call off the game because we don't like the weather? You're right, absolutely.
Division commander, I'm talkin' like a Boy Scout.
'Cause it smarts, Mac.
You know somethin'? I would've laid book on Tom Donnelly any price.
Well, so would I.
So would I.
You think Geno knew that he was in on it? My money says no.
The problem is, it's the same book I would've laid on Donnelly.
I should've listened to my mother.
She wanted me to become a priest.
[Chuckles.]
Hey, you would've been great in the confessional.
Bless you.
I assume you got a plan.
Yeah.
Well, Geno promised to put me away with the squealer who, uh, tipped him on the fur loft robberies.
What's squeezing him gonna buy ya? Might get a name on the guy who greased Tom.
Maybe even get a name on the guy who killed him.
Hey, we're supposed to be solving a homicide, right? Yeah, but if you're right, Theo, we're payin' an awful high price to solve it.
[Quietly.]
Three months after I filed my taxes, up comes this guy to the door, you know? Careful, Sammy.
Quiet down.
You can hurt yourself.
- [Switchblade Snaps.]
- Huh? What are you doin'? Are you on somethin' fast? If you come any closer, then I start to yell.
Now, I'm not goin' quietly to let you cover up for Donnelly.
Nobody's gonna hurt ya, Sammy.
Just wanna ask you some questions.
Put that thing away, will ya? Now, you can stand up, sit down, anything you want.
Just be careful.
You keep away from me.
I'm not talkin' to you.
Don't you know I can put the cuffs on you and drag you downtown as a material witness? So put that thing down.
Yeah, and then I get blown away trying to escape, right? Could've shot you in self-defense.
What's this a bagel? Huh? - [Knife Clatters On Floor.]
- Gee.
You're a real short fuse, Sammy.
I mean, Tom Donnelly's dead, but that doesn't mean that you're next.
Or does it? You're gonna make him a dead hero, but you figure, knowing what I do, you gotta kill me first to make it stick.
Everyone wants to kill you.
But tell me why? 'Cause I tipped Donnelly and Geno on those fur loft burglaries they staked out.
Look, my scam was right-on.
It was bona fide, confidential.
I mean, no one else knew till I told them.
Someone set you with the wrong information, and then they hit the other place.
Sure, and my mother's a gypsy princess.
Look, somebody leaked, hombre, and it sure wasn't me.
Look, l-I got enough trouble without dealing bad scam to the heat.
Look, believe me, my information was right on the money always, 100% before.
Yeah, well.
That's what you say.
[Strains.]
But where'd you get your tips? [Chuckling.]
That's all I need, you know, is you makin' friends with my friends.
Look, l-I'm tryin' to live to be 23.
[Blade Snaps.]
[Gasps.]
Ooh.
- Come on.
Gimme a break.
- A name, Sammy.
That's all a name.
- I want the brains behind the heist.
- Man, I don't know! Then how did Donnelly get to him.
Or better still, how did he get to Donnelly? It was not through me.
Look, it's not a lie.
L-I swear to you on my mother's grave.
It's not a lie.
L-I don't know.
My friends, they they only work for him.
I want that name, Sammy.
And I've got until tomorrow.
I hate to have to keep comin' around here.
I mean, your friends they might get the right idea.
Now, look.
I'm your biggest fan.
I'm rootin' for you to make 23, you understand? Don't disappoint me.
Let's go, Geno.
Sammy here has got work to do.
Here, cootchie-coo.
Don't cut yourself.
- [Engine Starts.]
- [Tires Squealing.]
[Yelps.]
[Tires Squeal.]
I don't think this is the time or the place to, uh, talk about what kind of a funeral he's going to have, fellas.
I mean, uh, it's, uh it's a very distressing situation.
I, uh, knew Donnelly well, his family.
Fine officer.
Very fine man.
Lovely wife and child.
The whole Very distressing business.
A great loss to the department.
[Faint.]
That's about all I can say.
[Children Giggling.]
[Adults Murmuring.]
Have you paid your respects, Theo? I don't seeJack around, Pat.
He hasn't arrived yet.
I'm a bit worried.
Thanks, Pat.
[No Audible Dialogue.]
Hey, buy you a drink.
Hey, Bill.
How are ya? Nice to see ya.
Uh, Claire, uh, will you watch that coffee? I want to talk to Theo about tomorrow's arrangements.
Well, Theo, what's it to be? Is Tom Donnelly to have his inspector's funeral, or is it to be the side streets and the rented hearse and a carload of friends to see him as far as the cemetery? Well, it's all up in the air, Madge.
It's still undecided.
I see.
And should I park the body in the freezer, do you suppose, while they make up their minds? Madge, I'm sorry.
I'm doin' the best I can.
I'm sorry, Theo.
It's, uh It's not that.
It's Jack.
He hasn't even been to the house, and I don't know why, Theo.
[Phone Ringing.]
He and his father had some big argument last week, but that's no reason for [McNeil.]
Hello.
Yeah, Alessi.
No [Indistinct.]
Not now.
How? Yeah, I'll tell him.
Now that Tom's dead Theo.
[Hangs Up Phone.]
Can I see you a minute? Excuse me, Madge.
That was Alessi on the phone.
Somebody iced Sammy Moreno.
[Siren Wailing.]
[Siren Continues.]
[Alessi.]
You were at the, uh, La Culebra? [Man.]
La Culebra.
You with him? [Siren Approaches.]
Aye.
You were together? Yes.
A relative? [Siren Stops.]
Yes.
All right.
I'll tell you what I want you to do.
Stick around because I don't want you to get too far away.
I may need you.
[No Audible Dialogue.]
All right.
You stick around.
[Chatter On Police Radio.]
Hey, what do you got so far? He left the bar at 4:00 a.
m.
No, I think it was about 4:30 a.
m.
This is as far as he got.
Stopped by an ice pick.
Workman found him on his way to work.
Didn't see anybody.
How about that dude over there with the patent leather pompadour? He's a relative.
He identified the body.
And where was he when the ice pick fell? Sandro, come here.
What is this, man? What you want me for? Where were you last night, Sandro, late? Tell me.
Taking care of business, man you know, at La Culebra.
"The Viper.
" West 18th Street.
An after-hours joint.
What about Sam? Tell me about Sammy.
Was he a friend, a relative? La mariposa? He may be your friend.
I don't know, man.
He's maricon.
Fagola.
Sammy Moreno informant, bartender and Tommy's kid, both of them three-dollar bills.
You stay on it here.
Keep in touch with Vine.
[Patrons Murmuring.]
All right.
Kiss off, Goldilocks.
Your porridge is gettin' cold.
Madge told me you enrolled at CCNY.
What's this here? The campus candy store? Theo Hey, you call me "Lieutenant.
" I went over to your apartment first, lookin'for ya, and then it struck me like a bolt outta the blue, pow that you'd be here along with Sammy Moreno.
But he was interrupted by a very sharp instrument.
It's quite a turnout at the wake big turnout.
Everybody's askin'for ya.
You're missed.
What's the matter, sonny? Can't stand to see your old man stretched out in a coffin? You don't understand.
I understand.
Oh, I understand.
I understand your father's dead, and already he's a graffiti gag on subway walls.
I also understand he's dead because of you.
No.
That isn't true.
No? Then what happened last week with your father? I understand you had harsh words.
You stormed out of the house.
You remember that? What was that about? What was it always about? I wasn'tJoe Namath.
It wasn't good enough for him, and he couldn't handle that.
It was an assault on his manhood.
And if you're sayin' that's what killed him, you're wrong.
No.
It hurt him, and I can understand that, being brought up in a tough Irish neighborhood.
What killed him was the $300.
You know something? I sold your father short.
I should have known better.
He wasn't on the take, and he wasn't on the give either.
You see, the money was still on him, all 10,000 of it.
If the killer had the composure to gather up his spent cartridges, he had time enough to snatch your father's wallet.
And there's only one explanation: Whoever killed him didn't know he had the money on him.
Come on.
You wanna take it from there, Jack? I don't know what you're talkin' about.
Why don't you just leave me alone, huh? Just leave me alone.
'Cause I'm down to the wire, sonny boy, and I've got no time to fool around.
[Inhales.]
Yeah.
Very touching.
Very, very touching.
[Sobs.]
- I'd be more impressed if I thought those tears were for your old man.
- [Exhales.]
Hey, Jack, do you wanna nail the man who wasted your father? Or don't don't you even care? Of course, I care.
I care.
- Then why don't you finger him? - Because I can't! That argument it was over the money, wasn't it? [Sighs.]
Yeah, he found money in my bedroom, and he wanted to know where I got it from.
[Sniffles.]
I told him there was a man a respectable businessman, a wealthy man a closet queen and I'd been shakin' him down.
He looked at the money and he asked me if that was all of it.
Well, I told him that was all of it except for $300 that I'd spent.
And he put the money in his pocket, and he walked outta the room, and I never saw him again after that.
And that was it? He didn't tell you what he was gonna do? [Quietly.]
No.
- And you couldn't guess.
- No.
- Told him the man's name? - Yes.
- He kept after me until - And yet you couldn't guess what he would do next.
- No! - He wanted the name so he could return the money.
That's what he was doing alone in the Village at that time in the morning.
That's why he withdrew $300 ofhis own savings.
That's why he went in not at the ready.
And you have no idea who killed him sitting as close to him as you and me.
Two shots at point-blank range.
I don't believe it.
[Sniffles.]
He wouldn't do that.
He couldn't do that.
Oh, not if you're tellin' the truth about shakin' down a john.
Only we both know different, don't we? You had to explain the money somehow, and the truth would've put you behind bars along with your with your friend.
So you told your father the one story he could square with his policeman's conscience.
And your father figured he could square things by returning the money.
And that's what got him killed.
I didn't know.
I swear to God I didn't You didn't wanna know! That's the difference between us the difference between you and me I did.
It was you tipping the gang off to those police stakeouts, passing along information you'd somehow managed to finesse from your old man's duty schedule.
That's what put all that bread in your bedroom, right? Your father turning up like that spooked your friend, who didn't even wait to learn the reason for your old man bein' there.
He just blasted away.
Hey, why speculate? Let's ask him, why don't we? No! [Sniffles.]
No.
Listen.
I'm I did wrong.
I'll take the blame for that, okay? - But don't ask me to give you his name.
- I'm asking.
He referred to it as my "sickness," as if a massive dose of penicillin would take care of everything.
And where does he get the sanctimonious moral judgments from, huh? Twenty-four years on the force.
Who the hell is he? Just a cop.
A cop.
As a father, a husband? I don't know a failure, disappointment maybe.
I don't know that.
But there's one thing that he never failed and he never disappointed: His badge.
And what's he got to show for 24 years? A clean record.
I'm asking you, kid Your friend's freedom or your father's honor? Make up your mind.
Which is it gonna be? That's Paul Kimbrough, 428 Bleecker Street.
Yeah, and send Geno.
He deserves at least that.
And the cavalry.
Right.
How many did you say were up there? This time of the day? I don't know.
It's hard to say.
He has a ring a middleman.
They, uh, peddle stolen goods.
He bankrolls the jobs, and his ring handles the turnover.
- Jack.
Hey, Jack.
- That's Edgar, one of the gang.
What do I do? Relax.
What are you doing standing out here auditioning for sunstroke? Come on.
Paul is in one of his bad moods.
Uh, you better get upstairs and calm him down.
Okay.
Sure.
I was just goin'.
Ciao, kid.
Now, that's what I call a dandruff problem.
[Man On Speaker.]
Who is it? Paul, it's me Jack.
[Buzzer Sounds.]
[Paul.]
Hey, Jack, you gonna take all day? You stay here.
I don't wanna see two Donnellys buried in one week.
You goin' up there alone? I don't have a choice.
Reinforcements will be here in a minute.
Now, you keep a lookout.
Hey, Jack Open up.
Police! [Footsteps Approaching.]
I thought I told you to stay downstairs.
I forgot to tell you.
There's a window to the roof.
He can get away.
[Gunfire.]
All right.
Freeze.
[Siren Approaching.]
All right, give it up, Kimbrough.
You haven't got a prayer.
Throw out your gun.
You have no chance.
Throw out your gun.
[Cocks Pistol.]
[Siren Stops.]
Paul! This the piece you wasted Tom with? There should've been more of it.
Come on.
Come on.
Get up.
Get up, you Take it easy.
I'll do the talkin'.
And get an ambulance! They shot Donnelly's kid.
[Announcer.]
In a solemn graveside service this morning, a crowd estimated in the thousands paid final respects to Detective Tom Donnelly.
Donnelly, a 24-year veteran, leaves behind a wife, a son and a record of public service and bravery which will long be remembered by his department.
Among those at graveside were the mayor, the police commissioner and comrades from all five boroughs.
[Gunfire In Unison.]
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[Gunfire Continues.]
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