Kojak (1973–1978): Season 1, Episode 6 - Requiem for a Cop - full transcript

Get in!
I want about 10,000 words with you.

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.

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.

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.

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,
18 years on the force,

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?

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.

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
27 departmental commendations,
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.

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.

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.

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'?

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.

Relax.
Take it easy, Geno.

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.

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.

It was a black...
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.

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.

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.

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.

Just a moment.
Hold on, please.

Hello.

Hold on.
Hello.

Yeah.

And the daughter,
how old is she?

Any word from Garcia
on his interviews?
No. So far, zilch.

Crocker, let's go over
Donnelly's financial statement.

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.

2,400. That's about a C-note
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.

- 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.

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.

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.
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.

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!

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

- 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.

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.

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...

18 weeks and not one arrest.

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.

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.

Three months after I filed my taxes,
up comes this guy to the door, you know?

Careful, Sammy. Quiet down.
You can hurt yourself.

- 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?

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.

But where'd you get your tips?

That's all I need, you know,
is you makin' friends with my friends.

Look, l-I'm tryin' to live to be 23.

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.

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.

That's about all I can say.

Have you paid your respects, Theo?

I don't seeJack around, Pat.
He hasn't arrived yet.
I'm a bit worried.

Thanks, Pat.

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.

He and his father had some big argument
last week, but that's no reason for...
Hello. Yeah, Alessi.

No...
Not now.

How?
Yeah, I'll tell him.
Now that Tom's dead...

Theo.

Can I see you a minute?

Excuse me, Madge.

That was Alessi on the phone.
Somebody iced Sammy Moreno.

You were at the, uh, La Culebra?
La Culebra.

You with him?
Aye.

You were together?
Yes.

A relative?
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.

All right.
You stick around.

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.

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.

Yeah.

Very touching.
Very, very touching.

- I'd be more impressed if I thought
those tears were for your old man.

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?

Yeah, he found money in my bedroom,
and he wanted to know where I got it from.

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?

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.
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!
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.

Who is it?
Paul, it's me... Jack.

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!

I thought I told you to stay downstairs.
I forgot to tell you. There's a window
to the roof. He can get away.

All right. Freeze.

All right, give it up, Kimbrough.
You haven't got a prayer.
Throw out your gun.

You have no chance.
Throw out your gun.

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.

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.