Kojak (1973) s01e21 Episode Script
Therapy in Dynamite
[Radio Sportscaster.]
Here's the pitch.
Line drive, base hit into left field.
Another one? What did you do buy me a lima bean and gift wrap it 10 times? It's something you need, Karla.
It's something you'll treasure forever.
Another Wonder Woman pencil sharpener for my drafting table? Probably.
[Laughs.]
[Karla.]
Oh, no! Whoa! I love it! I love it! [Chuckles.]
A Minnie Mouse watch! Every other art director in this city will eat his heart out when he sees that, them and their Mickey Mouse watches, right? Oh, Alice, you are a sweetheart.
Ooh! Look at that.
Her two little hands are sticking straight down.
Like a watch.
Just like a watch or else she's standing on her fingertips.
[Both Chuckling.]
Well, I've got to go.
Oh, no, Alice.
Don't go.
Yeah.
I promised my roommate I'd help her make some pillows tonight.
But it's my birthday! Oh.
Happy birthday again, love.
Thanks.
See you both in the morning.
Okay, Alice.
Take it easy.
Bye-bye.
Good night.
Hey, listen.
If you'd, um, like to finish this off, why don't I pick up a little champagne and, uh, we'll take it to your place? Finish the rest of that cake? Mm-hmm.
Don't be silly.
I always freeze my old birthday cakes.
Hmm? Anyone want to come home and see my collection of old birthday cakes? Alex.
[Car Engine Starting.]
[Car Engine Starting.]
[Engine Starting.]
[Bystanders Screaming.]
[Siren Wailing.]
[Siren Stops.]
How many this time, Walton? One girl a secretary that works upstairs, Alice Fisher.
How bad? She'll be lucky to make it to the hospital.
Is this the real fruitcake or a cheap imitation? That's what you're waiting for, aren't ya? Why not? You read about hijacking or kidnapping in the papers, and you get some yo-yo with a two-watt bulb for a brain.
Oh, yeah, good ideas you get from books.
Bad ideas you get from headlines.
Same old pipe, same old shotgun shell explosive.
That's nothing new.
They read it in the papers.
Hey, any sign of brown paper? - I only got here two minutes before you.
- Five bombs in four months and another victim.
When the hell is it gonna stop, Walton? How about the pipe? Who makes it? And the wire electric cord, automotive, electronic, what? What about the motive, Kojak? What are you feeding into this equation? Motive, pattern, whatever Hey, look, Walton.
If this is the real fruitcake, for all I know he's blowing up his victims picking letters from his mother's name.
- Pattern? There isn't any! - Then we've got no way of catching him.
Lieutenant? I've got the last two people that talked to Miss Fisher uh, Alex Linden and Karla Elliot.
They work for an ad agency upstairs.
Mr.
Linden, Miss Elliot, I'm, uh, Lieutenant Kojak.
- I understand you know the victim? - Oh, that's right.
Uh, she's my secretary.
- I'm with, uh, Media Master upstairs.
- [Karla.]
It's him, Lieutenant, isn't it? The one who's been in the paper for months? He just sticks a pin in the phone book and if you're it, that's it? Well, could be, Miss Elliot, or maybe somebody wants it to look that way.
I can't believe anybody'd have a reason to kill a girl like that.
L I can't believe it.
You know, last month we picked up a guy on the I.
R.
T.
He tried to strangle a nurse on her way home from work.
And you wanna know why? He didn't like the shoes she was wearing.
Now, there's a reason for everything, no matter how crazy.
Now, look, I'd like to go through Miss Fisher's things, you know, telephone books, addresses, through her desk.
You wanna do that now? Yeah.
You say she's only been your secretary about four months, huh? Right.
Well.
Obviously you couldn't have known her for very long.
Yeah, that's that's true.
Karla, here, was my secretary for the last three years, and then we promoted her to art director and Alice took her place.
But, uh, gosh, Alice came to us with excellent references from her lastjob.
That was in, uh St.
Paul.
St.
Paul, right.
I mean, uh, no problems, no angry ex-husbands, anything like that.
[Door Opens.]
Uh, Lieutenant.
The hospital called.
And, uh, she didn't make it.
You're not gonna catch this nut are you, Lieutenant? He's just gonna go on doing this the rest ofhis life.
Well, if that's the case, Miss Elliot, I intend to make that life as short as possible.
- And that may came out cruel, but - Look, do you mind if I, uh, take Miss Elliot home now? - No, not at all.
Any more questions, we'll call you.
- All right.
Thanks.
Okay, bring this stuff down, and we'll go over it.
Hey, Walton, look at this.
[Police Radio Chatter.]
[Chuckles.]
Ah, sure.
Great little kid, learns those 60 words a minute, comes here all the way from Minnesota to Madison Avenue to the Big Apple the big city and we're supposed to keep it all bright and shiny for her.
Only this little kid got killed on the first bite.
Well, like we've said, there's gotta be a pattern.
Unless this was a setup made to look like the bomber.
Yeah.
Or maybe a motive.
[Ringing.]
Hello.
Kojak! It's Walton.
I'm finding brown confetti, Kojak.
Okay.
[Hangs Up.]
It was in a brown paper bag just like all the others, which only we know about and him.
Okay, Crocker.
First thing in the morning, office to office, as many men as we can spring every elevator boy, errand boy, I don't care if it's the president of the company with the account executives.
Find out what they saw in this building and anything we can find for a lead.
Come on.
[Ringing.]
- Alex? - No, Mrs.
Linden, this is Karla.
- Is Alex back there yet? - No, Karla.
Alex is not back here yet.
And for all I know, he's still right there, and this is just for my benefit.
Please Mrs.
Linden, don't put me through that trip.
Alice's death is more than I can handle right now.
What about the trip you're taking me on? Look, it's 11:30 at night, and I could be sleeping or reading.
But, no, I'm talking to my husband's mistress and wondering what the two of you have done for the last three hours.
Mrs.
Linden, I am not now, nor have I ever been your husband's mistress.
I have been his secretary.
I am one of his art directors, and he's probably my closest friend, but we've never had an affair.
- Never? - Mrs.
Linden, just tell Alex that I telephoned Alice's parents and offered them our condolences.
There was no sense putting him through that - How considerate.
- [Dial Tone.]
Well, you sound very spirited this evening, Louise.
Who was that? Karla.
What did she want? I want to talk about what I want.
Okay, let's, uh [Chuckles.]
Let's talk about what you like to talk about.
Let's see, uh, well, we got a new vase here, right? Where was the vase made, Finland? - And where did you buy it? - When did that girl get promoted? Last month.
You didn't tell me, but then I'm hardly your best friend, am I? [Scoffs.]
Best friend? Louise, you're You're burning us both out with these fantasies of yours! Fantasies? That's right, fantasies! Oh! What are you talking about, friendship? It's not easy to find friendship again once you've had the fights you and I have.
So I don't talk to you a lot of times when I'd like to! - And what about Dr.
Merrill? - No.
I am not going to see your psychiatrist crony friend from Princeton, so that you can get a weekly report on my inner feelings.
Oh, no.
No, Alex.
[Chuckles.]
The only head around here that needs any shrinking is yours! Right, Louise.
You got it.
[Horns Honking.]
[Grinder Whirring.]
[Shouting.]
Mr.
Morgan? Morgan, any calls for me? No, Danny.
Okay! [Loud Whirring Continues.]
Per-Personnel, please.
Hello? I called last week about Mr.
Linden's secretary.
Well, this Alice Fisher that got killed yesterday it doesn't say for sure in the paper whether she was his secretary or not.
She was? Thank you.
[Kojak.]
It's the pattern that's what we gotta crack.
It's here somewhere, but wejust can't find it.
What pattern? A marine recruiting station in Times Square.
Three weeks later, a welfare office on 14th.
So this guy, or his wife, is getting beat out of some welfare checks they think he should get.
He tries to enlist in the marines.
They turn him down, so he blows them both up.
- He's a sore loser, Captain.
- Okay.
Now tie the rest in.
I dare ya.
Two clerks and a secretary wiped out in a judge's chambers at the Court of Domestic Relations.
A cut-rate furniture store in Chelsea there's not one name that cuts across all of these.
There's no way of tying them in together.
We've checked every possible record.
It was different yesterday, Frank.
A nice little secretary in an ad agency, her car specifically booby-trapped, her name on the parking space.
She was no innocent bystander.
He was after her, Frank.
But why? I've been going through these parking lot stubs.
Here's a list of five vehicles with five numbers on them that were in that garage yesterday for less than 15 minutes.
Now, that attendant doesn't mark any of the numbers down but the first three.
We're gonna get a list back from the motor vehicle department about 10-feet long.
Good, Crocker, because the more time we spend checking things out, the less time we're gonna spend drivin' ourselves up the wall, wondering where and when and how and why the next brown paper bag is gonna blow off somebody's head.
Good evening, Dr.
Benton.
Hello, Louise.
Mr.
Seymour.
We're running a little late.
- Maybe we'd better get started without Danny.
- Hi, everybody! [Seymour.]
Danny boy.
Sorry I'm late.
[Chuckles.]
See those Mets yesterday? Oh, yeah! I had a couple of busy days.
Hi, Neva.
Boy, you look pretty tonight.
[Chuckles.]
I didn't say that, Neva! L-I didn't say you looked for trouble.
I said, well, you almost seemed to need it.
Who you tellin' who needs what? You runnin' this group or something? Dr.
Benton is running this group! That's what you come here for, isn't it? You feel important with us.
You got more money than us.
You shouldn't be getting this help for next to nothing.
Aw, come on, Neva.
Get off her back.
Now, she wants group therapy not a private shrink.
She just doesn't want any of her friends spotting her slipping out of no psychiatrist's office.
Mrs.
Holder, you don't have to get sucked into her arguments, you know.
I was just making an observation.
You know, every week it's a different thing with you.
Last time, it was your boyfriend.
This time, it's your employer.
- I get involved with different things.
- [Louise Scoffing.]
Month after month, you come in here crying about the same dumb problem.
"Nobody cares about me.
My husband doesn't dig me anymore.
I'm getting old.
" Aw, come on! Stop it! You know, I don't like all this fighting amongst each other! It makes me sick, and I hate it! Danny, you're taking it on yourself.
Well, why do they do that? You all right? Aw, come on, you guys.
You know, you start shouting, and you sound just like my family.
Tearing Tearing each other apart and slamming doors.
We're supposed to be helping each other.
We're supposed to make things better here.
Please! You know something? Danny's right.
You know why you two pick on each other? Because you are mad at someone else.
[Knowing Chuckle.]
Now, me, I know why I'm mad.
Because the Mets lost a doubleheader yesterday.
[Whistles: Descending Tone.]
Neva, you were telling us about your newjob.
Oh, who cares? She's on her own trip over there.
They're yakking about baseball.
Aw, now, wait a minute, Neva.
I care! I got this job, see, in this place on Long Island making sandwiches and wrapping them for machines and canteens.
Everybody helps themselves, but nobody gets caught but me.
He's gonna bust me for eating two deviled eggs.
Who is? Mr.
Samuels.
Not the old one, but the son, you know.
He's about 20 years old.
Boy, but, man, he is doing a Simon Legree number you couldn't believe! I'm on my last chance to shape up.
But, baby, if I ship out of there, I'm gonna dump 50 pounds of egg salad right down his honky shirt! - [Laughing.]
- Bust me for two eggs.
Shoot.
Neva, before you go that far, I'd like some suggestions from the rest of the group.
Oh, I'd like to have those tomorrow night instead of Friday.
I have to leave the city.
Any objections? Uh-uh.
Not here.
No.
Then I'll see you tomorrow night.
Okay.
Danny, my boy.
Tomorrow two-buck bet.
You take the Mets.
I take the Cubs.
Aw, come on, Seymour.
You know I don't like to bet against you.
All right.
Then you take the Cubs, and I'll take the Mets.
Uh, oh, okay.
- 'Cause I like to gamble.
- Here, uh Good night.
Good night.
Good night.
Let me help you with that.
Thank you, Danny.
Uh, feeling, uh, any better tonight? Little less angry maybe? Oh, am I angry? Is that how it looks? Helpless.
That's how it feels.
Aww.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
Like, uh, when something's wrong, or maybe you need a couple of bucks.
Boy, you just can't make yourself ask for help, can you? I used to feel that way all the time.
That's where the group was a big, big jump for me.
I don't feel I've gone anywhere.
Sure you have.
[Chuckles.]
We all have, Mrs.
Linden.
Danny, uh, my name is Holder.
No.
You're Mrs.
Alex Linden.
I did some research.
- Not just on you on everybody.
- What kind of research? Well, as Dr.
Benton says, this is strictly confidential, okay? Okay.
Well, couple of months ago, after the group, I, uh, I saw you at that bar in the Chinese restaurant on Broadway, and I followed you home.
That's where I found out your real name.
You don't get home till late.
Oh, I'm sorry you're you're having it so rough.
I know everything.
I even know where your husband works.
Well, uh, Danny, I hope you respect my privacy.
What? Are you kidding? I respect everybody in the group.
Anyway, things will be getting easier for you.
I mean, what with that awful thing that happened to your husband's secretary today.
The bomber.
Wh Danny, why should that make things easier for me? Well, a couple of weeks ago, you you told us that-that she was the one that your husband was having the affair with, that she's the one that that was breaking you two up, breaking up your home.
Yes, but, um, Karla wasn't the girl that got killed today.
As it turned out, she got promoted.
This girl was his new secretary.
- Alice Fisher's not the one? - You do know everything, don't you? No.
Karla Elliot is her name.
And she's so damned alive, I could ring her precious neck! Okay.
Come on.
Now, take it easy.
Things will work out, Mrs.
Linden, the way they're supposed to.
Everything's gonna be fine.
It's just a little setback, that's all.
Well, thank you, Danny.
Good night.
Good night.
All right.
Thank you, Mr.
Kosco.
Crocker! Mr.
Kosco here is the elevator operator at the ad agency building.
- Thinks we ought to check on a Mr.
Rod Anderson.
- Who's Anderson? Anderson is a maintenance man.
He was fired a couple of weeks ago, and he threatened to get even.
You know, a maintenance man uses his hands whatever.
Check it out.
All right.
Look, I got at least all with the three numbers on those parking stubs.
- These are all commercial vehicles? - Yeah, it was a commercial plate.
I pulled the ones registered in Manhattan, about 200.
We know it wasn't a semi or a coal truck or a tanker probably a panel.
Maybe even a station wagon.
See what that does to the list, okay? Then call those businesses.
Find out where their trucks were during the time indicated on the parking ticket.
- And do it fast.
- Right.
[Loud Whirring.]
Danny, you get those pipes threaded yet? [Turns Off Machine.]
Huh? You get the pipes threaded yet? Oh, I just got 'em cut, Mr.
Morgan.
I was gonna just start threading them.
Well, when you drop 'em off at 14th, take a right down 2nd and get Abelson's paint down to him.
Oh, okay.
[Whirring Resumes.]
[Phone Ringing.]
[Ringing Continues.]
[Whistling.]
[Ringing Continues.]
Hudson Hardware.
[Whistling Continues.]
[Whirring Continues.]
Listen.
Can-Can you talk a little louder? Two days ago? Hold on.
Danny! Huh? Two days ago where were you delivering at 4:15 to 4:27? I don't know.
Uh, somewhere uptown.
- Uh, you picked up the screenings at Vernon's.
- Right! Uh, he was at Vernon Hardware, that's Lexington and 56th.
Yeah, you got the wrong party for sure.
Zucco.
Danny Zucco.
- Right.
- Wha-uh - What was that all about? - It was the cops.
Some hit-and-run accident or something.
They got a couple of numbers off the plates, but according to them it was way up in Riverdale.
How you coming with them pipes? Oh, I'm I'm getting to them right now, Mr.
Morgan.
Yeah, okay.
Okay.
Is this the owner? Yes, this is Detective Crocker, Manhattan South.
You have a commercial vehicle registered to your business.
[Stavros.]
Yeah, Vernon Hardware? I need to know where that vehicle was being used yesterday afternoon.
This is the police department.
At 4:15, the day before yesterday, you had some screens picked up by a delivery truck from Hudson Hardware? About 4:15, yeah.
Oh, yeah? Are you sure of that? Okay.
Yeah, we'll get back to you tomorrow when Mr.
Vernon's in.
Yeah, okay.
Thanks a lot.
Uh, Lieutenant? Hudson Hardware tells me that his truck was making a pickup at another hardware store in midtown at about 4.
15.
Well, it turns out that the pickup wasn't actually made until a little after 5.
00, Lieutenant.
I mean, it's a minor point, but I thought you ought to know about it.
I'm a starvin' man, Stavros.
Throw me a crumb, eh? Midtown where? - Lexington and 56th.
- That's about three blocks from the ad agency, right? Yeah.
I got the driver's name.
Zucco.
Danny Zucco.
All right.
Call the employer.
It's 6:35 now.
Maybe he's still there.
If not, try to get an address a home address.
Okay, Lieutenant.
[Ringing.]
[Sportscaster.]
Two out.
Tug McGraw facing Marty Perez.
McGraw set.
Here's the pitch.
Line drive [Ringing Continues.]
[Ticking.]
Perez rounding first, headed for second.
- Staub runs it down in the corner - [Ringing Continues.]
But Perez is into second standing with a double.
And the Braves are still in business.
[Ringing Continues.]
And Hank Aaron is coming to the plate.
McGraw's in trouble now.
Here's the pitch to Aaron.
[Ringing Continues.]
Henry swings, and hits it deep into left-center.
Jones back to the wall.
[Ringing Continues.]
It's off the wall.
Jones, a great play on the ball.
Here's the throw to the plate.
It's going to be close.
Perez is out! He's out! And the Mets win it, th So I lose two bucks, so what? Lieutenant, the hardware store isn't answering.
Oh, yeah? "Daniel Zucco, - In the phone book? - Amazing.
Crocker! All right.
Piping, shotgun shells, wiring all in a hardware store.
I think we're onto something.
I want you to go to 629 West 49th Street and talk to a Daniel Zucco.
Go ahead.
Yeah, West 49th.
All right.
A little champagne and chop suey.
That's a fantastic combination.
[Chuckles.]
Chop suey? We got crab in black-bean sauce.
All righty.
That's good.
We got beef and lotus root.
Lay it on me.
Chicken and mung bean noodle salad.
[Giggling.]
[Chuckling.]
"Mung beans.
" [Laughs.]
They do it to me every time.
Well, I can't wait to see what the oyster sauce does.
Oh, that's a really ancient reference.
- Here.
- [Sighs.]
Alex.
What are you thinking? I don't wanna go home tonight.
I think you probably have to.
No.
All I have to do is decide to pay the consequences.
- And? - [Doorbell Buzzing.]
[Sighs.]
I'll be right there! Who is it? [Danny.]
Miss Elliot? Yes? Miss Karla Elliot? Yes.
We're having wiring problems in the building.
Do you mind if I come in and check your baseboard outlets? Are you kidding? and you're gonna take outlet inventory? Oh, well, if you're eating, l I could come back later.
It won't take but a few minutes No, if you're gonna crawl around the floor and count little holes in the wall, come on in and get it over with.
Come on.
Okay.
Who was that? [Chuckles.]
I don't know.
He'll be gone in a minute.
There you go.
Thank you.
Do it.
That's good.
Mmm.
Ahh! [Whispering.]
I love you.
I have always loved you.
[Ticking.]
[Ticking Continues.]
Ya haven't got a warrant.
You just want to get me in some kind of trouble.
Mrs.
Gower, a person may invite police officers into an apartment or residence if that person has common right of entry, which you do, Mrs.
Gower.
You got any idea when he gets home, where he goes after work? Not on Thursday, but on Wednesdays and Fridays, he's got some kind of a meeting, 8:00.
Sometimes after work he comes home, falls asleep.
I knock on his door for him at 7.
30.
[Saperstein.]
What kind of meeting? Boy Scouts.
Who knows? He's a quiet guy.
No trouble at all.
Saperstein.
Yeah.
Call the lieutenant.
Tell him to get in touch with a Dr.
Irene Benton at this hospital.
I'm going down to Hudson Hardware, get the owner and go through the place.
- Stake yourself out here.
If Zucco shows, nail him.
- Okay.
Bobby.
Danny first came here five months ago, Lieutenant.
- And the bombings started about a month later.
- But he's getting better in the group.
In the beginning, the arguments, the violent emotions practically made him pass out.
The others laughed at him, sympathized with him, attacked him.
But they never excluded him, and that was the key.
Danny's not half as afraid of emotions anymore.
But he has got problems.
Now, would you say that makes him a candidate for our bomber or not? What do you think, Doctor? I think you ought to question him on your own, Lieutenant.
I got a better idea.
- I think I'll join the group.
- [Knocking, Door Opening.]
Oh, I'm sorry.
Um, are you ready for us yet, Doctor? It's It's a little after 8:00.
Zucco work back here, Mr.
Morgan? When he's not out delivering.
Hey, come on.
What's all this about? What about shotgun shells? Do you carry them? Well, years ago.
Hey, maybe I still got a couple.
You want me to take a look? No, no, no.
We have our man coming down from Explosive, and he'll check it out.
We'll just wait for him.
You mind if I look around down here? No, go ahead.
All right.
Thank you.
Here we go again.
So Samuels calls me in his office today.
You know what he wants? He wants to know if I'm interested in a promotion.
Well, that's great.
No! Now, wait a minute! You know what he really is interested in? - Well, not necessarily.
- That's better than being totally ignored, isn't it? [Neva Shouting.]
Your problems and my problems are so far apart, we can't even talk to each other.
Not anymore.
What do you mean? - Well, neither of us has a husband now.
- Wh-What did you say? Well, Danny, about ten minutes before I left to come down here, my husband called, and he wants a divorce.
Aw, come Come on.
You don't have to worry about that.
I mean, that's just talk.
It's not gonna happen.
[Louise.]
You're right.
It's not going to happen, without one hell of a fight.
Why isn't it gonna happen, Danny? - Hey, come on.
We're talking.
- Eh, what am I supposed to do, dig a hole? [Laughs.]
He got you there.
They said that I should talk, you know, to give an expression to myself.
Okay, maybe I'm a little bit pushy.
But I can't keep talking if he's gonna keep shuttin' me up! Doctor, l-I don't even want this guy in here.
I mean, after all, we had the perfect family without him.
"We had a family.
" Tell me about it.
No.
The family and the group are the same.
Now, when I lost my son three months ago, these people were wonderful.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear about that, Mr.
Seymour.
We've already been through that, Mr.
Theodopilus.
Don't take us backwards.
Besides, it's it's all right about your family now, isn't it? No, it's not all right! It'll never be all right.
I had a great kid.
He was gonna be a baker.
Oh, I know, it's not much.
[Louise Clicks Teeth, Heaves Long Sigh.]
But I set up everything for him.
[Shouting.]
Now, listen! I've heard your garbage! Now you listen to mine! He hasn't heard it! All right.
Anyway, I set up everything for him.
On his high school graduation night, he he got drunk a little bit of the old man.
And I swear to God, he did something I never understood.
He enlisted.
Can you imagine enlisting in a day and age like this? He wanted to go his own way, I guess.
Anyway, they sent him toJapan.
They were gonna teach him this and that.
Well, he never got toJapan! He only got to Okinawa! And he got into a fight! And he was killed in some town called Naha! - Where is Naha! - Oh, come on.
Seymour, it's all right.
That's all over and done with now, anyway.
- He was all I had.
- Mr.
Seymour.
Your son enlisted in the marines? Yeah.
Yeah, it was the dumb marines.
And you're a dumb person for stirring things up the first time you get around here.
- You don't even belong here! - Hey! I got a few hang-ups of my own, you know! For example, what do you know about welfare? Anybody here ever been shafted by welfare? [Neva.]
Are you jiving me? I went through a trip with welfare last summer you wouldn't believe.
My mother is 65, and she's sick in bed, right? So they ask her to come down for an interview.
"Could you come down for an interview, please?" And they treated her like she like she was stickin'her hand out, trying to steal their lousy money! - Man, you got a problem with welfare? I'm with you.
- Hey, wait a minute! What is this welfare business, huh? The way you're dressed? [Laughs.]
What do you think we're stupid or something? We're-We're We're getting put on here! [Seymour.]
You know something? He might be right.
All right.
Who the hell here has a grudge against a chick by the name of Alice Fisher? Hey, who are you, mister? And who in this group hates German cars, underground garages, advertising agencies? - And who hates welfare? - Please, Lieutenant.
- And who hates marine recruiting officers? - [Dr.
Benton.]
No, Lieutenant.
Not here! - [Panicked Whimpering.]
- [Woman Screaming.]
[Kojak.]
Hold it, Zucco! [Screaming.]
Move! [Grunting.]
[Gunshot.]
[Bystanders Screaming.]
- [Woman Whimpering.]
- [Bystanders Muttering.]
It just went off.
I didn't mean to.
Zucco.
Talk to me.
[Man.]
He's dead.
You have a phone call in my office.
Don't give me that fishy look, Doctor.
You just got a nicer job than we do.
[Bystanders Chattering.]
[Walton.]
Plenty of shotgun shells and wire and a box for an alarm clock.
There's a receipt for it.
Alarm clock? Well, that didn't figure in the analysis of the last explosion.
According to the receipt, he just bought it at the corner drugstore sometime today.
But it's not here now.
I'm gonna stick my neck out, Kojak.
I think he made a bomb today, and it's not here.
So you think he's got one ticking out there somewhere now a time bomb? [Walton.]
Yeah.
Yeah.
Send Crocker up here with everything I ought to see.
[Seymour.]
Then it's true.
Danny's dead.
Sure, he's dead.
The big, bad copper didn't like what he said in here, so he plugged him.
The big, bad cop didn't like what he said in here, and you wanna know why? Because he's been going around this city killing people.
Now, if you have any plans, you better get on the phone right now and give your apologies.
Because we got a long session coming out, trying to figure who's sitting on his last bomb at this very minute.
Now, whether you know it or not, one of you three people has got the answer.
Officer, none of these people are to leave the hospital until my men get here.
And, Doctor, I want a complete record on this group.
[Ticking.]
Candlelight, incense and after-dinner drinks Ahhh.
I feel like a female Hugh Hefner.
All right, Ms.
Hefner.
Why don't you just, um, put this in your pipe and, uh - Smoke it? - Right on.
[Giggles.]
Ooh! A sealed envelope from a lover by candlelight.
Uh-huh.
What is this? Tahiti? Brisbane? Kathmandu? I'll see your Kathmandu, and raise you a Cairo, Istanbul and Vienna.
- When? - As soon as possible.
[Laughing.]
[Phone Ringing.]
What do you think? Oh, terrific! Yes, we can make it to your villa this summer.
- Is Alex here, Mrs.
Linden? - Louise? - Hello.
- Al, uh, look.
I'm not trying to cause any trouble.
I just want to tell you there's no point in you coming home tonight.
The two of you can stay there all night.
I couldn't care less.
Lieutenant, I've been trying to figure out how much time Zucco had to plant this bomb.
Do you know what time he got here? He got here about 8:00.
What time did he leave the store? He was still there at 5:30 before Mr.
Morgan left.
That only gives him about, uh, two and a half hours.
That means this nut could've planted it anyplace NewJersey, Riverdale, Staten Island! All right.
Here.
This is a list of addresses of these patients here.
I want you to call Explosives.
Check out all their houses, okay? Who knows, maybe one of these people got under Zucco's skin.
Hey, it's possible, you know.
We're not dealing with what you call a rational person.
There really is no need to check us out, Lieutenant.
He couldn't do it.
He loved us.
We're a family, right? Now, look.
I don't want to disturb your group.
But maybe tonight, somebody's gonna get blown up who's got a nice family going for him.
Now, did this Zucco complain about anybody or you complain to him, where he might have set off with another bomb? Well, the only thing I talked to him about lately was baseball.
I got him interested in the Mets, became their fan.
Strange.
He was never a fan before.
How about you, Mrs.
Holder? Anything mentioned about that divorce? No, nothing I can think of, nothing specific.
And this Mr.
Samuels, the guy who made a pass at you, did you complain in front of Daniel Zucco? Ye-Yes, Neva, last night, and-and he listened very carefully.
- Yes, he did.
- Where did this "Samuel" live? Oh, come on! Hey, look, young lady.
It's 10:30.
In a couple of hours, Daniel Zucco is gonna reach out of the grave and kill somebody.
Now, I don't know what this Samuels did to you, but do you think he deserves to die for it? No.
He's out in Rockville Center.
So's the place where I work.
From there to Midtown Manhattan, could it be done in less than two and a half hours? [Neva.]
Yeah, you could do it in that easy.
- Crocker! - [Ticking.]
Go talk to her.
[Sighs.]
Well, what does that mean? I mean, what am I supposed to tell her? That I feel a certain kind of love for her? That I feel a certain responsibility toward her? Well, I don't want to be in charge of an outpatient anymore.
Honey, you will never know how hard I've worked on that relationship.
- It's over.
- Alex, for three years, I sat at a desk not 15 feet away from you on the other side of a tiny wall that thick.
I paid your bills.
I balanced your checkbook.
I mixed your drink.
I apologized to your psychiatrist when you didn't wanna see him.
And I lied to a whole lot of people who you didn't wanna talk to.
And I also listened to your friends tell me what a great boss I had.
As if I needed to hear that.
Alex, I know you.
I know what a good man you are.
And I know how you've tried with Louise.
I love you for that.
All right.
Now just tell me one thing.
When you were up in that kitchen a while ago, chopping those vegetables, you were very happy.
Yes.
And why did it change after that telephone call? You called her before when I was up there in the kitchen, right? You don't get a divorce on the telephone! What difference does it make? It's over with! Now, wait a minute! [Sighs.]
I should've told her earlier.
You wanna know why I didn't talk to her? I just wasn't sure how you'd react when I told you that I loved you.
[Chuckles.]
Oh, no.
You weren't sure how I'd react? - That's right.
- Alex, what you decide with Louise shouldn't be tied up with my reactions.
Go and find her.
Talk to her.
Even if she hates you, she needs you.
And when you've got that settled Okay.
All right.
I'm not going to, uh, lose you, am I? [Chuckles.]
I'm not an account, honey.
I'm a woman.
[Ticking.]
That's right.
Louis Samuels.
Rockville Center.
[Kojak.]
When you get home, the officers could keep you outside for a little while.
And I may have to call you again, ask some more questions.
Other than that, I'm terribly sorry for what happened.
And thank you very much for putting up with me.
Evacuate his house and the business if anybody's there.
Right.
Rockville Center.
Right.
Lieutenant, everything's in the works.
[Sportscaster.]
a line drive headed for right field.
Mike Lum is back to the wall.
He can't get it.
It's off the wall.
Staub rounding first, headed for second.
Lum gets it back in, and Rusty Staub has a double.
It's 10 of 11:00.
And the Mets are still playin'.
I thought they were playing this afternoon? No, it was a twi-night doubleheader.
What time did the first game end? I don't know for sure, but it couldn't have ended before 7:00.
Lieutenant, I just remembered something.
You asked about advertising earlier? About a month ago, Mrs.
Holder specifically mentioned that her husband worked for some sort of agency.
- Did you hear me? - Yes.
Mr.
Seymour! Mr.
Seymour.
Yeah? You told me that Danny watched the game tonight? Yeah.
I took two bucks off him.
[Chuckles.]
- Well, it was just a little bet.
- Now, he watched it, just didn't listen to it on the radio? No, he watched it on TV all night.
As a matter of fact, Jones made a great catch.
We had an argument about whether it was over the fence or not.
Yeah, he saw it.
No doubt about that.
If Zucco was watching the game on TV, there's no way he could've been on that train to Rockville Center.
Mrs.
Holder.
What's she holdin' back? Taxi! [Starts Engine.]
[Tires Screeching.]
[Ticking.]
[Ticking.]
Keep it, driver.
What are you looking for, Mrs.
Holder? Look, Lieutenant.
I haven't done anything, and I don't have to say one word to you.
- Yeah.
- [Police Radio.]
Car 723, please respond.
You are advised that no subject named Mrs.
Louise Holder shows residency at 970 West End Avenue.
Now, let me see your driver's license.
I don't have to.
"Linden"? Linden, that's from the ad agency.
What the hell's goin' on here? I have nothing to say.
Crocker! You hold her down here, and you call the bomb squad! - [Ticking.]
- [Pounding.]
[Pounding Continues.]
[Kojak.]
Karla Elliot? Yes! Miss Elliot, open up! It's a police emergency! Open the door! Hurry up! Hurry up! Let me get my coat! Nothing personal, kid.
Come on.
[Crocker.]
Easy now! Easy! [Sirens Wailing In Distance.]
All right! Stand back! Now, look.
If there's anyone in town that you wanna spend the night with, that officer over there will be very happy to take you.
What are you doing here? - I knew.
- You what? Alex, is he all right? He wasn't even here.
He was out looking for you to help.
- Thank you for my life.
- Yeah, sure.
Here's the pitch.
Line drive, base hit into left field.
Another one? What did you do buy me a lima bean and gift wrap it 10 times? It's something you need, Karla.
It's something you'll treasure forever.
Another Wonder Woman pencil sharpener for my drafting table? Probably.
[Laughs.]
[Karla.]
Oh, no! Whoa! I love it! I love it! [Chuckles.]
A Minnie Mouse watch! Every other art director in this city will eat his heart out when he sees that, them and their Mickey Mouse watches, right? Oh, Alice, you are a sweetheart.
Ooh! Look at that.
Her two little hands are sticking straight down.
Like a watch.
Just like a watch or else she's standing on her fingertips.
[Both Chuckling.]
Well, I've got to go.
Oh, no, Alice.
Don't go.
Yeah.
I promised my roommate I'd help her make some pillows tonight.
But it's my birthday! Oh.
Happy birthday again, love.
Thanks.
See you both in the morning.
Okay, Alice.
Take it easy.
Bye-bye.
Good night.
Hey, listen.
If you'd, um, like to finish this off, why don't I pick up a little champagne and, uh, we'll take it to your place? Finish the rest of that cake? Mm-hmm.
Don't be silly.
I always freeze my old birthday cakes.
Hmm? Anyone want to come home and see my collection of old birthday cakes? Alex.
[Car Engine Starting.]
[Car Engine Starting.]
[Engine Starting.]
[Bystanders Screaming.]
[Siren Wailing.]
[Siren Stops.]
How many this time, Walton? One girl a secretary that works upstairs, Alice Fisher.
How bad? She'll be lucky to make it to the hospital.
Is this the real fruitcake or a cheap imitation? That's what you're waiting for, aren't ya? Why not? You read about hijacking or kidnapping in the papers, and you get some yo-yo with a two-watt bulb for a brain.
Oh, yeah, good ideas you get from books.
Bad ideas you get from headlines.
Same old pipe, same old shotgun shell explosive.
That's nothing new.
They read it in the papers.
Hey, any sign of brown paper? - I only got here two minutes before you.
- Five bombs in four months and another victim.
When the hell is it gonna stop, Walton? How about the pipe? Who makes it? And the wire electric cord, automotive, electronic, what? What about the motive, Kojak? What are you feeding into this equation? Motive, pattern, whatever Hey, look, Walton.
If this is the real fruitcake, for all I know he's blowing up his victims picking letters from his mother's name.
- Pattern? There isn't any! - Then we've got no way of catching him.
Lieutenant? I've got the last two people that talked to Miss Fisher uh, Alex Linden and Karla Elliot.
They work for an ad agency upstairs.
Mr.
Linden, Miss Elliot, I'm, uh, Lieutenant Kojak.
- I understand you know the victim? - Oh, that's right.
Uh, she's my secretary.
- I'm with, uh, Media Master upstairs.
- [Karla.]
It's him, Lieutenant, isn't it? The one who's been in the paper for months? He just sticks a pin in the phone book and if you're it, that's it? Well, could be, Miss Elliot, or maybe somebody wants it to look that way.
I can't believe anybody'd have a reason to kill a girl like that.
L I can't believe it.
You know, last month we picked up a guy on the I.
R.
T.
He tried to strangle a nurse on her way home from work.
And you wanna know why? He didn't like the shoes she was wearing.
Now, there's a reason for everything, no matter how crazy.
Now, look, I'd like to go through Miss Fisher's things, you know, telephone books, addresses, through her desk.
You wanna do that now? Yeah.
You say she's only been your secretary about four months, huh? Right.
Well.
Obviously you couldn't have known her for very long.
Yeah, that's that's true.
Karla, here, was my secretary for the last three years, and then we promoted her to art director and Alice took her place.
But, uh, gosh, Alice came to us with excellent references from her lastjob.
That was in, uh St.
Paul.
St.
Paul, right.
I mean, uh, no problems, no angry ex-husbands, anything like that.
[Door Opens.]
Uh, Lieutenant.
The hospital called.
And, uh, she didn't make it.
You're not gonna catch this nut are you, Lieutenant? He's just gonna go on doing this the rest ofhis life.
Well, if that's the case, Miss Elliot, I intend to make that life as short as possible.
- And that may came out cruel, but - Look, do you mind if I, uh, take Miss Elliot home now? - No, not at all.
Any more questions, we'll call you.
- All right.
Thanks.
Okay, bring this stuff down, and we'll go over it.
Hey, Walton, look at this.
[Police Radio Chatter.]
[Chuckles.]
Ah, sure.
Great little kid, learns those 60 words a minute, comes here all the way from Minnesota to Madison Avenue to the Big Apple the big city and we're supposed to keep it all bright and shiny for her.
Only this little kid got killed on the first bite.
Well, like we've said, there's gotta be a pattern.
Unless this was a setup made to look like the bomber.
Yeah.
Or maybe a motive.
[Ringing.]
Hello.
Kojak! It's Walton.
I'm finding brown confetti, Kojak.
Okay.
[Hangs Up.]
It was in a brown paper bag just like all the others, which only we know about and him.
Okay, Crocker.
First thing in the morning, office to office, as many men as we can spring every elevator boy, errand boy, I don't care if it's the president of the company with the account executives.
Find out what they saw in this building and anything we can find for a lead.
Come on.
[Ringing.]
- Alex? - No, Mrs.
Linden, this is Karla.
- Is Alex back there yet? - No, Karla.
Alex is not back here yet.
And for all I know, he's still right there, and this is just for my benefit.
Please Mrs.
Linden, don't put me through that trip.
Alice's death is more than I can handle right now.
What about the trip you're taking me on? Look, it's 11:30 at night, and I could be sleeping or reading.
But, no, I'm talking to my husband's mistress and wondering what the two of you have done for the last three hours.
Mrs.
Linden, I am not now, nor have I ever been your husband's mistress.
I have been his secretary.
I am one of his art directors, and he's probably my closest friend, but we've never had an affair.
- Never? - Mrs.
Linden, just tell Alex that I telephoned Alice's parents and offered them our condolences.
There was no sense putting him through that - How considerate.
- [Dial Tone.]
Well, you sound very spirited this evening, Louise.
Who was that? Karla.
What did she want? I want to talk about what I want.
Okay, let's, uh [Chuckles.]
Let's talk about what you like to talk about.
Let's see, uh, well, we got a new vase here, right? Where was the vase made, Finland? - And where did you buy it? - When did that girl get promoted? Last month.
You didn't tell me, but then I'm hardly your best friend, am I? [Scoffs.]
Best friend? Louise, you're You're burning us both out with these fantasies of yours! Fantasies? That's right, fantasies! Oh! What are you talking about, friendship? It's not easy to find friendship again once you've had the fights you and I have.
So I don't talk to you a lot of times when I'd like to! - And what about Dr.
Merrill? - No.
I am not going to see your psychiatrist crony friend from Princeton, so that you can get a weekly report on my inner feelings.
Oh, no.
No, Alex.
[Chuckles.]
The only head around here that needs any shrinking is yours! Right, Louise.
You got it.
[Horns Honking.]
[Grinder Whirring.]
[Shouting.]
Mr.
Morgan? Morgan, any calls for me? No, Danny.
Okay! [Loud Whirring Continues.]
Per-Personnel, please.
Hello? I called last week about Mr.
Linden's secretary.
Well, this Alice Fisher that got killed yesterday it doesn't say for sure in the paper whether she was his secretary or not.
She was? Thank you.
[Kojak.]
It's the pattern that's what we gotta crack.
It's here somewhere, but wejust can't find it.
What pattern? A marine recruiting station in Times Square.
Three weeks later, a welfare office on 14th.
So this guy, or his wife, is getting beat out of some welfare checks they think he should get.
He tries to enlist in the marines.
They turn him down, so he blows them both up.
- He's a sore loser, Captain.
- Okay.
Now tie the rest in.
I dare ya.
Two clerks and a secretary wiped out in a judge's chambers at the Court of Domestic Relations.
A cut-rate furniture store in Chelsea there's not one name that cuts across all of these.
There's no way of tying them in together.
We've checked every possible record.
It was different yesterday, Frank.
A nice little secretary in an ad agency, her car specifically booby-trapped, her name on the parking space.
She was no innocent bystander.
He was after her, Frank.
But why? I've been going through these parking lot stubs.
Here's a list of five vehicles with five numbers on them that were in that garage yesterday for less than 15 minutes.
Now, that attendant doesn't mark any of the numbers down but the first three.
We're gonna get a list back from the motor vehicle department about 10-feet long.
Good, Crocker, because the more time we spend checking things out, the less time we're gonna spend drivin' ourselves up the wall, wondering where and when and how and why the next brown paper bag is gonna blow off somebody's head.
Good evening, Dr.
Benton.
Hello, Louise.
Mr.
Seymour.
We're running a little late.
- Maybe we'd better get started without Danny.
- Hi, everybody! [Seymour.]
Danny boy.
Sorry I'm late.
[Chuckles.]
See those Mets yesterday? Oh, yeah! I had a couple of busy days.
Hi, Neva.
Boy, you look pretty tonight.
[Chuckles.]
I didn't say that, Neva! L-I didn't say you looked for trouble.
I said, well, you almost seemed to need it.
Who you tellin' who needs what? You runnin' this group or something? Dr.
Benton is running this group! That's what you come here for, isn't it? You feel important with us.
You got more money than us.
You shouldn't be getting this help for next to nothing.
Aw, come on, Neva.
Get off her back.
Now, she wants group therapy not a private shrink.
She just doesn't want any of her friends spotting her slipping out of no psychiatrist's office.
Mrs.
Holder, you don't have to get sucked into her arguments, you know.
I was just making an observation.
You know, every week it's a different thing with you.
Last time, it was your boyfriend.
This time, it's your employer.
- I get involved with different things.
- [Louise Scoffing.]
Month after month, you come in here crying about the same dumb problem.
"Nobody cares about me.
My husband doesn't dig me anymore.
I'm getting old.
" Aw, come on! Stop it! You know, I don't like all this fighting amongst each other! It makes me sick, and I hate it! Danny, you're taking it on yourself.
Well, why do they do that? You all right? Aw, come on, you guys.
You know, you start shouting, and you sound just like my family.
Tearing Tearing each other apart and slamming doors.
We're supposed to be helping each other.
We're supposed to make things better here.
Please! You know something? Danny's right.
You know why you two pick on each other? Because you are mad at someone else.
[Knowing Chuckle.]
Now, me, I know why I'm mad.
Because the Mets lost a doubleheader yesterday.
[Whistles: Descending Tone.]
Neva, you were telling us about your newjob.
Oh, who cares? She's on her own trip over there.
They're yakking about baseball.
Aw, now, wait a minute, Neva.
I care! I got this job, see, in this place on Long Island making sandwiches and wrapping them for machines and canteens.
Everybody helps themselves, but nobody gets caught but me.
He's gonna bust me for eating two deviled eggs.
Who is? Mr.
Samuels.
Not the old one, but the son, you know.
He's about 20 years old.
Boy, but, man, he is doing a Simon Legree number you couldn't believe! I'm on my last chance to shape up.
But, baby, if I ship out of there, I'm gonna dump 50 pounds of egg salad right down his honky shirt! - [Laughing.]
- Bust me for two eggs.
Shoot.
Neva, before you go that far, I'd like some suggestions from the rest of the group.
Oh, I'd like to have those tomorrow night instead of Friday.
I have to leave the city.
Any objections? Uh-uh.
Not here.
No.
Then I'll see you tomorrow night.
Okay.
Danny, my boy.
Tomorrow two-buck bet.
You take the Mets.
I take the Cubs.
Aw, come on, Seymour.
You know I don't like to bet against you.
All right.
Then you take the Cubs, and I'll take the Mets.
Uh, oh, okay.
- 'Cause I like to gamble.
- Here, uh Good night.
Good night.
Good night.
Let me help you with that.
Thank you, Danny.
Uh, feeling, uh, any better tonight? Little less angry maybe? Oh, am I angry? Is that how it looks? Helpless.
That's how it feels.
Aww.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
Like, uh, when something's wrong, or maybe you need a couple of bucks.
Boy, you just can't make yourself ask for help, can you? I used to feel that way all the time.
That's where the group was a big, big jump for me.
I don't feel I've gone anywhere.
Sure you have.
[Chuckles.]
We all have, Mrs.
Linden.
Danny, uh, my name is Holder.
No.
You're Mrs.
Alex Linden.
I did some research.
- Not just on you on everybody.
- What kind of research? Well, as Dr.
Benton says, this is strictly confidential, okay? Okay.
Well, couple of months ago, after the group, I, uh, I saw you at that bar in the Chinese restaurant on Broadway, and I followed you home.
That's where I found out your real name.
You don't get home till late.
Oh, I'm sorry you're you're having it so rough.
I know everything.
I even know where your husband works.
Well, uh, Danny, I hope you respect my privacy.
What? Are you kidding? I respect everybody in the group.
Anyway, things will be getting easier for you.
I mean, what with that awful thing that happened to your husband's secretary today.
The bomber.
Wh Danny, why should that make things easier for me? Well, a couple of weeks ago, you you told us that-that she was the one that your husband was having the affair with, that she's the one that that was breaking you two up, breaking up your home.
Yes, but, um, Karla wasn't the girl that got killed today.
As it turned out, she got promoted.
This girl was his new secretary.
- Alice Fisher's not the one? - You do know everything, don't you? No.
Karla Elliot is her name.
And she's so damned alive, I could ring her precious neck! Okay.
Come on.
Now, take it easy.
Things will work out, Mrs.
Linden, the way they're supposed to.
Everything's gonna be fine.
It's just a little setback, that's all.
Well, thank you, Danny.
Good night.
Good night.
All right.
Thank you, Mr.
Kosco.
Crocker! Mr.
Kosco here is the elevator operator at the ad agency building.
- Thinks we ought to check on a Mr.
Rod Anderson.
- Who's Anderson? Anderson is a maintenance man.
He was fired a couple of weeks ago, and he threatened to get even.
You know, a maintenance man uses his hands whatever.
Check it out.
All right.
Look, I got at least all with the three numbers on those parking stubs.
- These are all commercial vehicles? - Yeah, it was a commercial plate.
I pulled the ones registered in Manhattan, about 200.
We know it wasn't a semi or a coal truck or a tanker probably a panel.
Maybe even a station wagon.
See what that does to the list, okay? Then call those businesses.
Find out where their trucks were during the time indicated on the parking ticket.
- And do it fast.
- Right.
[Loud Whirring.]
Danny, you get those pipes threaded yet? [Turns Off Machine.]
Huh? You get the pipes threaded yet? Oh, I just got 'em cut, Mr.
Morgan.
I was gonna just start threading them.
Well, when you drop 'em off at 14th, take a right down 2nd and get Abelson's paint down to him.
Oh, okay.
[Whirring Resumes.]
[Phone Ringing.]
[Ringing Continues.]
[Whistling.]
[Ringing Continues.]
Hudson Hardware.
[Whistling Continues.]
[Whirring Continues.]
Listen.
Can-Can you talk a little louder? Two days ago? Hold on.
Danny! Huh? Two days ago where were you delivering at 4:15 to 4:27? I don't know.
Uh, somewhere uptown.
- Uh, you picked up the screenings at Vernon's.
- Right! Uh, he was at Vernon Hardware, that's Lexington and 56th.
Yeah, you got the wrong party for sure.
Zucco.
Danny Zucco.
- Right.
- Wha-uh - What was that all about? - It was the cops.
Some hit-and-run accident or something.
They got a couple of numbers off the plates, but according to them it was way up in Riverdale.
How you coming with them pipes? Oh, I'm I'm getting to them right now, Mr.
Morgan.
Yeah, okay.
Okay.
Is this the owner? Yes, this is Detective Crocker, Manhattan South.
You have a commercial vehicle registered to your business.
[Stavros.]
Yeah, Vernon Hardware? I need to know where that vehicle was being used yesterday afternoon.
This is the police department.
At 4:15, the day before yesterday, you had some screens picked up by a delivery truck from Hudson Hardware? About 4:15, yeah.
Oh, yeah? Are you sure of that? Okay.
Yeah, we'll get back to you tomorrow when Mr.
Vernon's in.
Yeah, okay.
Thanks a lot.
Uh, Lieutenant? Hudson Hardware tells me that his truck was making a pickup at another hardware store in midtown at about 4.
15.
Well, it turns out that the pickup wasn't actually made until a little after 5.
00, Lieutenant.
I mean, it's a minor point, but I thought you ought to know about it.
I'm a starvin' man, Stavros.
Throw me a crumb, eh? Midtown where? - Lexington and 56th.
- That's about three blocks from the ad agency, right? Yeah.
I got the driver's name.
Zucco.
Danny Zucco.
All right.
Call the employer.
It's 6:35 now.
Maybe he's still there.
If not, try to get an address a home address.
Okay, Lieutenant.
[Ringing.]
[Sportscaster.]
Two out.
Tug McGraw facing Marty Perez.
McGraw set.
Here's the pitch.
Line drive [Ringing Continues.]
[Ticking.]
Perez rounding first, headed for second.
- Staub runs it down in the corner - [Ringing Continues.]
But Perez is into second standing with a double.
And the Braves are still in business.
[Ringing Continues.]
And Hank Aaron is coming to the plate.
McGraw's in trouble now.
Here's the pitch to Aaron.
[Ringing Continues.]
Henry swings, and hits it deep into left-center.
Jones back to the wall.
[Ringing Continues.]
It's off the wall.
Jones, a great play on the ball.
Here's the throw to the plate.
It's going to be close.
Perez is out! He's out! And the Mets win it, th So I lose two bucks, so what? Lieutenant, the hardware store isn't answering.
Oh, yeah? "Daniel Zucco, - In the phone book? - Amazing.
Crocker! All right.
Piping, shotgun shells, wiring all in a hardware store.
I think we're onto something.
I want you to go to 629 West 49th Street and talk to a Daniel Zucco.
Go ahead.
Yeah, West 49th.
All right.
A little champagne and chop suey.
That's a fantastic combination.
[Chuckles.]
Chop suey? We got crab in black-bean sauce.
All righty.
That's good.
We got beef and lotus root.
Lay it on me.
Chicken and mung bean noodle salad.
[Giggling.]
[Chuckling.]
"Mung beans.
" [Laughs.]
They do it to me every time.
Well, I can't wait to see what the oyster sauce does.
Oh, that's a really ancient reference.
- Here.
- [Sighs.]
Alex.
What are you thinking? I don't wanna go home tonight.
I think you probably have to.
No.
All I have to do is decide to pay the consequences.
- And? - [Doorbell Buzzing.]
[Sighs.]
I'll be right there! Who is it? [Danny.]
Miss Elliot? Yes? Miss Karla Elliot? Yes.
We're having wiring problems in the building.
Do you mind if I come in and check your baseboard outlets? Are you kidding? and you're gonna take outlet inventory? Oh, well, if you're eating, l I could come back later.
It won't take but a few minutes No, if you're gonna crawl around the floor and count little holes in the wall, come on in and get it over with.
Come on.
Okay.
Who was that? [Chuckles.]
I don't know.
He'll be gone in a minute.
There you go.
Thank you.
Do it.
That's good.
Mmm.
Ahh! [Whispering.]
I love you.
I have always loved you.
[Ticking.]
[Ticking Continues.]
Ya haven't got a warrant.
You just want to get me in some kind of trouble.
Mrs.
Gower, a person may invite police officers into an apartment or residence if that person has common right of entry, which you do, Mrs.
Gower.
You got any idea when he gets home, where he goes after work? Not on Thursday, but on Wednesdays and Fridays, he's got some kind of a meeting, 8:00.
Sometimes after work he comes home, falls asleep.
I knock on his door for him at 7.
30.
[Saperstein.]
What kind of meeting? Boy Scouts.
Who knows? He's a quiet guy.
No trouble at all.
Saperstein.
Yeah.
Call the lieutenant.
Tell him to get in touch with a Dr.
Irene Benton at this hospital.
I'm going down to Hudson Hardware, get the owner and go through the place.
- Stake yourself out here.
If Zucco shows, nail him.
- Okay.
Bobby.
Danny first came here five months ago, Lieutenant.
- And the bombings started about a month later.
- But he's getting better in the group.
In the beginning, the arguments, the violent emotions practically made him pass out.
The others laughed at him, sympathized with him, attacked him.
But they never excluded him, and that was the key.
Danny's not half as afraid of emotions anymore.
But he has got problems.
Now, would you say that makes him a candidate for our bomber or not? What do you think, Doctor? I think you ought to question him on your own, Lieutenant.
I got a better idea.
- I think I'll join the group.
- [Knocking, Door Opening.]
Oh, I'm sorry.
Um, are you ready for us yet, Doctor? It's It's a little after 8:00.
Zucco work back here, Mr.
Morgan? When he's not out delivering.
Hey, come on.
What's all this about? What about shotgun shells? Do you carry them? Well, years ago.
Hey, maybe I still got a couple.
You want me to take a look? No, no, no.
We have our man coming down from Explosive, and he'll check it out.
We'll just wait for him.
You mind if I look around down here? No, go ahead.
All right.
Thank you.
Here we go again.
So Samuels calls me in his office today.
You know what he wants? He wants to know if I'm interested in a promotion.
Well, that's great.
No! Now, wait a minute! You know what he really is interested in? - Well, not necessarily.
- That's better than being totally ignored, isn't it? [Neva Shouting.]
Your problems and my problems are so far apart, we can't even talk to each other.
Not anymore.
What do you mean? - Well, neither of us has a husband now.
- Wh-What did you say? Well, Danny, about ten minutes before I left to come down here, my husband called, and he wants a divorce.
Aw, come Come on.
You don't have to worry about that.
I mean, that's just talk.
It's not gonna happen.
[Louise.]
You're right.
It's not going to happen, without one hell of a fight.
Why isn't it gonna happen, Danny? - Hey, come on.
We're talking.
- Eh, what am I supposed to do, dig a hole? [Laughs.]
He got you there.
They said that I should talk, you know, to give an expression to myself.
Okay, maybe I'm a little bit pushy.
But I can't keep talking if he's gonna keep shuttin' me up! Doctor, l-I don't even want this guy in here.
I mean, after all, we had the perfect family without him.
"We had a family.
" Tell me about it.
No.
The family and the group are the same.
Now, when I lost my son three months ago, these people were wonderful.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear about that, Mr.
Seymour.
We've already been through that, Mr.
Theodopilus.
Don't take us backwards.
Besides, it's it's all right about your family now, isn't it? No, it's not all right! It'll never be all right.
I had a great kid.
He was gonna be a baker.
Oh, I know, it's not much.
[Louise Clicks Teeth, Heaves Long Sigh.]
But I set up everything for him.
[Shouting.]
Now, listen! I've heard your garbage! Now you listen to mine! He hasn't heard it! All right.
Anyway, I set up everything for him.
On his high school graduation night, he he got drunk a little bit of the old man.
And I swear to God, he did something I never understood.
He enlisted.
Can you imagine enlisting in a day and age like this? He wanted to go his own way, I guess.
Anyway, they sent him toJapan.
They were gonna teach him this and that.
Well, he never got toJapan! He only got to Okinawa! And he got into a fight! And he was killed in some town called Naha! - Where is Naha! - Oh, come on.
Seymour, it's all right.
That's all over and done with now, anyway.
- He was all I had.
- Mr.
Seymour.
Your son enlisted in the marines? Yeah.
Yeah, it was the dumb marines.
And you're a dumb person for stirring things up the first time you get around here.
- You don't even belong here! - Hey! I got a few hang-ups of my own, you know! For example, what do you know about welfare? Anybody here ever been shafted by welfare? [Neva.]
Are you jiving me? I went through a trip with welfare last summer you wouldn't believe.
My mother is 65, and she's sick in bed, right? So they ask her to come down for an interview.
"Could you come down for an interview, please?" And they treated her like she like she was stickin'her hand out, trying to steal their lousy money! - Man, you got a problem with welfare? I'm with you.
- Hey, wait a minute! What is this welfare business, huh? The way you're dressed? [Laughs.]
What do you think we're stupid or something? We're-We're We're getting put on here! [Seymour.]
You know something? He might be right.
All right.
Who the hell here has a grudge against a chick by the name of Alice Fisher? Hey, who are you, mister? And who in this group hates German cars, underground garages, advertising agencies? - And who hates welfare? - Please, Lieutenant.
- And who hates marine recruiting officers? - [Dr.
Benton.]
No, Lieutenant.
Not here! - [Panicked Whimpering.]
- [Woman Screaming.]
[Kojak.]
Hold it, Zucco! [Screaming.]
Move! [Grunting.]
[Gunshot.]
[Bystanders Screaming.]
- [Woman Whimpering.]
- [Bystanders Muttering.]
It just went off.
I didn't mean to.
Zucco.
Talk to me.
[Man.]
He's dead.
You have a phone call in my office.
Don't give me that fishy look, Doctor.
You just got a nicer job than we do.
[Bystanders Chattering.]
[Walton.]
Plenty of shotgun shells and wire and a box for an alarm clock.
There's a receipt for it.
Alarm clock? Well, that didn't figure in the analysis of the last explosion.
According to the receipt, he just bought it at the corner drugstore sometime today.
But it's not here now.
I'm gonna stick my neck out, Kojak.
I think he made a bomb today, and it's not here.
So you think he's got one ticking out there somewhere now a time bomb? [Walton.]
Yeah.
Yeah.
Send Crocker up here with everything I ought to see.
[Seymour.]
Then it's true.
Danny's dead.
Sure, he's dead.
The big, bad copper didn't like what he said in here, so he plugged him.
The big, bad cop didn't like what he said in here, and you wanna know why? Because he's been going around this city killing people.
Now, if you have any plans, you better get on the phone right now and give your apologies.
Because we got a long session coming out, trying to figure who's sitting on his last bomb at this very minute.
Now, whether you know it or not, one of you three people has got the answer.
Officer, none of these people are to leave the hospital until my men get here.
And, Doctor, I want a complete record on this group.
[Ticking.]
Candlelight, incense and after-dinner drinks Ahhh.
I feel like a female Hugh Hefner.
All right, Ms.
Hefner.
Why don't you just, um, put this in your pipe and, uh - Smoke it? - Right on.
[Giggles.]
Ooh! A sealed envelope from a lover by candlelight.
Uh-huh.
What is this? Tahiti? Brisbane? Kathmandu? I'll see your Kathmandu, and raise you a Cairo, Istanbul and Vienna.
- When? - As soon as possible.
[Laughing.]
[Phone Ringing.]
What do you think? Oh, terrific! Yes, we can make it to your villa this summer.
- Is Alex here, Mrs.
Linden? - Louise? - Hello.
- Al, uh, look.
I'm not trying to cause any trouble.
I just want to tell you there's no point in you coming home tonight.
The two of you can stay there all night.
I couldn't care less.
Lieutenant, I've been trying to figure out how much time Zucco had to plant this bomb.
Do you know what time he got here? He got here about 8:00.
What time did he leave the store? He was still there at 5:30 before Mr.
Morgan left.
That only gives him about, uh, two and a half hours.
That means this nut could've planted it anyplace NewJersey, Riverdale, Staten Island! All right.
Here.
This is a list of addresses of these patients here.
I want you to call Explosives.
Check out all their houses, okay? Who knows, maybe one of these people got under Zucco's skin.
Hey, it's possible, you know.
We're not dealing with what you call a rational person.
There really is no need to check us out, Lieutenant.
He couldn't do it.
He loved us.
We're a family, right? Now, look.
I don't want to disturb your group.
But maybe tonight, somebody's gonna get blown up who's got a nice family going for him.
Now, did this Zucco complain about anybody or you complain to him, where he might have set off with another bomb? Well, the only thing I talked to him about lately was baseball.
I got him interested in the Mets, became their fan.
Strange.
He was never a fan before.
How about you, Mrs.
Holder? Anything mentioned about that divorce? No, nothing I can think of, nothing specific.
And this Mr.
Samuels, the guy who made a pass at you, did you complain in front of Daniel Zucco? Ye-Yes, Neva, last night, and-and he listened very carefully.
- Yes, he did.
- Where did this "Samuel" live? Oh, come on! Hey, look, young lady.
It's 10:30.
In a couple of hours, Daniel Zucco is gonna reach out of the grave and kill somebody.
Now, I don't know what this Samuels did to you, but do you think he deserves to die for it? No.
He's out in Rockville Center.
So's the place where I work.
From there to Midtown Manhattan, could it be done in less than two and a half hours? [Neva.]
Yeah, you could do it in that easy.
- Crocker! - [Ticking.]
Go talk to her.
[Sighs.]
Well, what does that mean? I mean, what am I supposed to tell her? That I feel a certain kind of love for her? That I feel a certain responsibility toward her? Well, I don't want to be in charge of an outpatient anymore.
Honey, you will never know how hard I've worked on that relationship.
- It's over.
- Alex, for three years, I sat at a desk not 15 feet away from you on the other side of a tiny wall that thick.
I paid your bills.
I balanced your checkbook.
I mixed your drink.
I apologized to your psychiatrist when you didn't wanna see him.
And I lied to a whole lot of people who you didn't wanna talk to.
And I also listened to your friends tell me what a great boss I had.
As if I needed to hear that.
Alex, I know you.
I know what a good man you are.
And I know how you've tried with Louise.
I love you for that.
All right.
Now just tell me one thing.
When you were up in that kitchen a while ago, chopping those vegetables, you were very happy.
Yes.
And why did it change after that telephone call? You called her before when I was up there in the kitchen, right? You don't get a divorce on the telephone! What difference does it make? It's over with! Now, wait a minute! [Sighs.]
I should've told her earlier.
You wanna know why I didn't talk to her? I just wasn't sure how you'd react when I told you that I loved you.
[Chuckles.]
Oh, no.
You weren't sure how I'd react? - That's right.
- Alex, what you decide with Louise shouldn't be tied up with my reactions.
Go and find her.
Talk to her.
Even if she hates you, she needs you.
And when you've got that settled Okay.
All right.
I'm not going to, uh, lose you, am I? [Chuckles.]
I'm not an account, honey.
I'm a woman.
[Ticking.]
That's right.
Louis Samuels.
Rockville Center.
[Kojak.]
When you get home, the officers could keep you outside for a little while.
And I may have to call you again, ask some more questions.
Other than that, I'm terribly sorry for what happened.
And thank you very much for putting up with me.
Evacuate his house and the business if anybody's there.
Right.
Rockville Center.
Right.
Lieutenant, everything's in the works.
[Sportscaster.]
a line drive headed for right field.
Mike Lum is back to the wall.
He can't get it.
It's off the wall.
Staub rounding first, headed for second.
Lum gets it back in, and Rusty Staub has a double.
It's 10 of 11:00.
And the Mets are still playin'.
I thought they were playing this afternoon? No, it was a twi-night doubleheader.
What time did the first game end? I don't know for sure, but it couldn't have ended before 7:00.
Lieutenant, I just remembered something.
You asked about advertising earlier? About a month ago, Mrs.
Holder specifically mentioned that her husband worked for some sort of agency.
- Did you hear me? - Yes.
Mr.
Seymour! Mr.
Seymour.
Yeah? You told me that Danny watched the game tonight? Yeah.
I took two bucks off him.
[Chuckles.]
- Well, it was just a little bet.
- Now, he watched it, just didn't listen to it on the radio? No, he watched it on TV all night.
As a matter of fact, Jones made a great catch.
We had an argument about whether it was over the fence or not.
Yeah, he saw it.
No doubt about that.
If Zucco was watching the game on TV, there's no way he could've been on that train to Rockville Center.
Mrs.
Holder.
What's she holdin' back? Taxi! [Starts Engine.]
[Tires Screeching.]
[Ticking.]
[Ticking.]
Keep it, driver.
What are you looking for, Mrs.
Holder? Look, Lieutenant.
I haven't done anything, and I don't have to say one word to you.
- Yeah.
- [Police Radio.]
Car 723, please respond.
You are advised that no subject named Mrs.
Louise Holder shows residency at 970 West End Avenue.
Now, let me see your driver's license.
I don't have to.
"Linden"? Linden, that's from the ad agency.
What the hell's goin' on here? I have nothing to say.
Crocker! You hold her down here, and you call the bomb squad! - [Ticking.]
- [Pounding.]
[Pounding Continues.]
[Kojak.]
Karla Elliot? Yes! Miss Elliot, open up! It's a police emergency! Open the door! Hurry up! Hurry up! Let me get my coat! Nothing personal, kid.
Come on.
[Crocker.]
Easy now! Easy! [Sirens Wailing In Distance.]
All right! Stand back! Now, look.
If there's anyone in town that you wanna spend the night with, that officer over there will be very happy to take you.
What are you doing here? - I knew.
- You what? Alex, is he all right? He wasn't even here.
He was out looking for you to help.
- Thank you for my life.
- Yeah, sure.