Kojak (1973–1978): Season 1, Episode 15 - Deliver Us Some Evil - full transcript

Kenny Soames, Your Highness.
Apartment 719.

Lower the bridge, Davey,
or I'll do my whole act.

What are you doing in here, Kenny?

Same old thing, Mrs. Hale.
I'm making my deliveries.

Well, I don't recall ordering
anything from the pharmacy.

No, I think... I think
Mr. Hale ordered a prescription.

Well, either way,

what are you doing inside our apartment?

Well, uh, actually,

I was making another delivery,
and, uh, l-I saw this man come in here,
and it-it wasn't your husband.

It was this big guy.
So I followed him in here...
Then the police should know.



No, Mrs. Hale,
I'm-I'm telling you straight.

Okay.
Her name is Florence Hale, 61.

M.E. Says she got killed around 3:15.

She's married to, uh...
Yeah,J. Warren Hale...
one of the city's best men.

Tell a guy like this you're thirsty,
he pours you champagne.

Him and his wife donated
the last 25 years time and money
to, who knows, 50 different charities.

So what else is new?
Well, hit from behind,
back of the skull.

Probably that bookend.
There's tissue and blood on it.

There was an attempt made
to, uh, wipe it clean.

No fingerprints so far.
How about that phone?

Well, just her prints.
Looks like she was making a call,
and somebody tried to stop her.

All right. You're gonna check
with the phone company, right?
Mm-hmm.

- Anything missing?
- Not according to Mr. Hale.

I walked him around a bit,
but I don't think he was seeing
too much of anything.



They don't keep one thing
tied down in this place.

All right, there are over
200 tenants in this building,

and God knows how many
maids and servants and butlers
and what have you.

I want you to trace their whereabouts
over the last two hours, and then
go down and check with the service guard.

Find out how many deliverymen,

how many servicemen,
how many guests he's auditioned
on that TV tube of his.

Right.

I know this is very difficult, Mr. Hale,
but I've got to ask you some questions.

Do you mind if I sit down?
Quite all right.

You're in investment counseling, right?

Yes, I'm still in that field.

Mm-hmm.
Any sore-heads around?

- That's foolish.
- Yeah. I guess I'm reaching.

For enemies? If I had any,
I certainly don't know about them.

Well, we've still got mad killers.

I know it hurts, Mr. Hale.

And I've been through this
a thousand times, and maybe
you're too soft to want revenge,

but let me promise you something.

It's the only thing that...
that eases the pain.

It'll be all right.

Well, can you tell me
something about the day?

I mean, how was it planned...
what the schedule was?

Uh, my wife left at 7:20.
She was teaching a music class
in a public school.

Did she leave the same time every day?

Uh, yes.
But she wasn't well this morning.
I wanted her to call in sick.

But Florence pampered
the whole world.

She-She... Never herself.

- Well, how about you, Mr. Hale?
- I leave at 8:00.

I'm sorry, Mr. Hale.
I'm paid to think ugly.

You deserve a bonus for that, Lieutenant.

No, I have not been back home
until now.

You sure there's nothing missing?

Well, my wife keeps
a small strongbox with jewelry in it.

It wasn't touched.
I keep practically no cash around here.

There seemed to be
no paintings missing, and...

and I've checked the coins already.

Coins?
Yes, my wife's father
got me interested in that years ago.

He taught the classics.
He had a remarkable collection
of Roman coins.

Mmm. I don't see any safe around,
and all your drawers and...

and closets here are open.

Well, they used to be kept
in vaults and safe deposit boxes.

And then one day,
Florence and I decided that...

all our treasures were in tombs...

and not likely to be exhumed
until both of us were dead.

Nothing missing in this tray here.

Well, your insurance premium
must draw blood from you.

Oh, once the decision was made,
we canceled all the policies.
Not even Lloyd's of...

There's an aureus Elagabalus
missing from here.

Oh? Was it valuable?

I paid 9,000.
It must have doubled since then.

I can't understand this.

In the first tray,
I had a Syracuse decadrachm.

That's worth $30,000, if not more.

Why didn't he take that?
Are you sure it was taken today?

Well, I'm not too sure,
but I was sure two days ago...

because I showed the whole collection
to my grandson.

Your grandson?
He's seven, Lieutenant.

No, no. Mr. Hale,
I'm not paid to be that ugly.

The list I gave you, Kenny?

Well, I didn't wanna take all three.

I never take more than one.

And I'm not gonna ever take
another single coin, Mr. Van Heusen.

Not one more, never.

Why should you, Kenny?

There's nobody in this city
who's ever going to buy
one silver quarter from you.

Not now.
I don't care.
I'm finished.

You just give me my 2,000 for that.
I got another 3,000 saved.

And I'm just gonna lie low for a while
and go about my job as usual.

Then one day, me and Dede,
we'll be gone.
Only 3,000 saved, Kenny?

I've paid you sixty-some-odd thousand
over the years.

Dede spends the money.
I don't.

Well, this is 2,000
neither of you will spend.

Hey! Are you crazy?
What are you doing?

L-I had to kill to get that!

Yes, Kenneth. And since
this is a job I consigned to you,

it's a killing that
I am technically responsible for.

I'm doing us both an essential favor
by removing all evidence.

Now, would you like to go
to the Hudson River and do a weak
"George Washington" with this?

Come on, now.
You're-You're the one
who looked me up last year.

You're the one who said
I worked in a juicy part of town.
You're the one who got me started.

Now, please, help me get out of this.

Give me...
Give me the two grand anyhow.

- I give at Christmas, Kenny.
- We're-We're gonna go to Argentina.

I hear it's really good down there.

Please, Mr. Van Heusen,
you gotta... you gotta help me.
I gotta make some plans.

Speaking of plans,

there's a plan that I tried
to interest you in over the years,

one that I'd say might bring you...

50,000 the minute
the stuff! S in the truck.

Truck? What truck?
I don't take nothin'
I can't carry in my shirt pocket.

We talked once, Kenny,
of barrels of money in a mansion.

Do you remember?
No, no.

I told you before.
I couldn't do that job.

Oh, really, Kenny,
this is the time for that job.
You got nothing to lose now.

Don't-Don't push me in deeper,
Van Heusen.

You're just watching out for yourself.
Notjust myself.

There's three, maybe four other
top fences in this city...

who'd be very generous too if
they got a piece of this particular action.

Say "maybe," Kenny.

I'll see if we can't raise that...

to, uh, 100,000.

It's too big a job.
Something might go wrong.

You're on the inside.

You set it up so you're sure
nothing goes wrong.
We'll help.

I gotta... I gotta say no.

Anything you say, Kenny.

Oh, just one thing, Kenny.
Don't call me or come here again.

I'll be in touch with you.
I've got Dede's number.

This is everybody the security guard
remembers admitting from noon
until 5:30 in the afternoon.

What, 30 tenants and 19 deliverymen?

- Hey, in a place that size?
- And he's still remembering.

He comes up with one
about every 15 minutes.
Haskell's dog walkers?

Hejust called me back with that one.
I've got nothing on the phone companies.

- No way of knowing who she was calling.
- Anybody ever think of the police?

- Remember us? 911?
- No, she tried to report it
and got killed for the effort.

It could be the coin.
Hey, what's this list?

All the people
who work in the building.

Now, we know the lock was picked, right?

Almost any one of these people
had access to a passkey.
Here, concentrate on these for now.

Uh, a delivery kid
from Stollmeyer's Florist Shop,

a rental agent with a woman in tow,
more delivery people from...

What's that?
Flower's Pharmacy,
Ye Olde Fancy Butcher Shop,

Bacchus Wine and Spirits.

Flag me if you turn up
a yellow sheet on any of these, okay?

Stavros!

- What are you doing?
- T.L.C.

Uh, "tender loving care"
for my new plant.

Oh. Well,

could you put a little T.L.C.
Into a list of every burglary
in, uh... in the last two years?

About a 50-block radius
around Hale's apartment.

And see what you can turn up
on collectors.

Coins, stamps,
any valuables like that, huh?

Okay, Lieutenant.
One missing coin, Theo?

You expect to build
some sort of a pattern on that?

Well, Frank,
you steal one single coin, right?
You don't kill if you get caught.

You grit your teeth a little bit.
You cry a little in front of the judge.
He'll send you away on probation.

No, no, no.
This clown has a whole record to hide.

Yeah. Stealing rare coins.
It's so specialized.

Oh, come on, Frank.

Here.
I read about this guy in Los Angeles.

Now, all he bought
were stolen parts from jet engines.

If there's money in it, there's a fence
trying to make a racket out of it.
Come on.

Well, if you're right,

it could be Mrs. Hale
would be still alive except for
some coin fence out there somewhere.

And how many receivers have we nailed
in the last year, Frank, huh?

Maybe a half dozen yokels
who buy toasters from junkies?

That's it.
And it makes me sick!

You shouldn't have called me.
I can't come to your place
when I'm working.

Don't say "can't," Kenny,
'cause here you are.

Right. Yeah, I know,
but I don't like to be seen here.

It's wrong for a deliveryman,
especially now.

What's going on?
I'm selling my furs, Kenny.

I paid a fortune for those.

South America is warm.

South America. Get it?

Besides, Mr. Van Heusen has, uh,
lots of connections down there,

and I can get more furs cheaper.

Van Heusen?
Yeah. He phoned a while ago.

Wanted to speak with you,
and we got to chatting.

And he said that
we're gonna be rich, tootsie pie.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
What did he say that he wanted me to do?

Mr. Van Heusen never says
anything to me, Kenny.
He just hints.

What did he hint?

That there was a little old lady
who lived in a shoe,
and her name was...

Farenkrug.
Farenkrug.

And said that
you better get movin' tomorrow.

So, uh, do I sell my furs,

and we go off together?

Or do I sell my furs,
and I go off alone?

Hey, what's that squeaking, Wendell,
you or the gate?

It's the gate, you bum.
I keep myself better oiled.
Okay.

Oh, Kenny, l-I tried to reach you.
She needs a refill of 21176.

No sweat, beautiful.
I'll swing back with it later.

"No sweat," he says.
Her Highness is having the royal conniption,
and she refused her enema.

Leave it to me, Jacobs.
I'll pump her full of sunshine.

Listen, how's your, uh...
how's your dad coming along?

Oh, not too good, Kenny.

I'll try to sneak out and see him again
if I can get Madame "X" to sleep
for more than an hour or two.

But the doctors don't think
he'll last the month.

All these naps I take give me chills.

Make my blood run cold.

Nasty procedure.

All witches have cold blood, Mrs. F.
Oh!

You have the mentality of a bedpan.

Good day, Kenneth.
Always a pleasure
seeing you, Mrs. Farenkrug.

You may be the last bastion...

of chivalry here, Kenneth,
but you lack dash.

Here you are,

the only thing in pants
with two lonely women.

That's Miss Epsom Salts of 1912 talking.

Jealous Jacobs.
A frigid fish...

with the heart of a cobra.

From chorus girl to society belle.
Nothing worse than a convert.

Now, listen, you try and get some sleep,
now, Mrs. Farenkrug.

This oxygen is very special.
I bottled it myself...

from the 10,000-foot mark
at Mount Everest.

See you later.
Bye, Kenny.

Buttering me up.
Hopes I'll remember him in my will.

He's mad for your body.

Oh, sure, on a slab.

So I went a mile,
using Hale's as a starting point.

And of all the burglaries
in the past two years,

17 of them were from coin collections
just like Hale's got.

He's a... He's a numismatic.

He's a what?
Coin collector.

Oh.
Yeah, I'm a coin collector too,
you know.

I got some silver dollars at home.
All right, here.

Don't tell me. Let me guess.

Maybe one or two coins
missing from each collection?
Yeah.

And the cases are all still open,
so we really got nothing to go on.

Mostly because the victims
didn't even realize they'd been hit
till long after it happened.

I got a list of names and addresses
of all the delivery people.

We've got a yellow sheet on a Munoz
for, uh, disorderly conduct and assault...

and a GeorgeJones for possession.

That's about it.
Everybody else is clean as a whistle.

Oh, yeah?
Well, maybe one of them
is as dirty as a pile of coal.

Well, we'll start checking out
the names and addresses.

Maybe one of them's
living over his head.

Well, don't count on it. Look at this.
You put together a profile
of this guy, and what do you get?

He's conservative, one coin at a time,
less than one robbery every six weeks, huh?

Small, valuable coins, you know,
that can't be noticed.

Maybe he's a coin collector himself.
Maybe.

Or maybe he just likes to study 'em.

Coin magazines, right?
There can't be more than
a half dozen of'em.

- I want their subscription lists.
- All right.

You, Stavros,

I want to check
the florists, delicatessens,

all the other businesses
on that delivery list.

Find out if there's any one of them
that's delivered to all the buildings
where the coin collectors live.

By myself?
That's a two-week job.

Now start, okay?
I'll try to get you reinforcements
off the chart as soon as I can.

I promise.
Okay, Lieutenant.

Hey. What happened to the list
of fences I was supposed to get?

Headquarters says
it's coming right down.

Okay. Hey, uh, Stavros.
Yeah?

Could you, uh...
Could you get somebody else
to water Stephanie out there?

I mean, uh,
you could save an hour a day.

Six barrels for sure.
In the storeroom. It's piled full ofjunk.

Junk, Kenny? Like what?

Tiffany lampshades?
Aubusson tapestries?

Do you have any idea
what's in those barrels, Kenny?
Any idea at all?

Look. Polynesian style.
Special.

They're coins, right?
Coins, Kenny?
More like a treasure.

Do you know when Farenkrug
started collecting?

When he was 12.

Story has it that every day
when he came home,

he'd empty whatever coins
were in his pocket
and put them into a crystal jar.

And when that jar was filled,
he put them into a barrel
from 1880 to 1953.

That's how long that went on, Kenny.

Gold coins, eagles, half eagles.

Who knows?
Maybe hundreds of...
of five-dollar Carson City gold pieces.

Just one... a 1927 "D" twenty-dollar eagle...
do you know what that's worth, Kenny?

Sixty grand?
Good, Kenny, but conservative.

Maybe 70,000.
Maybe there's dozens of them.

All right, when do you want me
to pull this off?
As soon as possible.

I'll meet tomorrow with my partners
and get back to you afterwards.
Now, what do you need from us?

Lessons. I gotta know
how to cut the alarm system,

and I gotta figure a way
to getJacobs out of the house
and the guard tied up.

I got a lot to do
to earn my hundred grand.

You'll handle it, Kenny.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

Utrillos, even a Picasso,
you said.

Maybe Barber half dollars.
Who knows?
Three hundred bucks a piece!

Kenny, get a good night's sleep.
I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Right.

Yeah.
That's much better.

You'll like it better here.

You got the light 24 hours a day.
You know what I mean?

You can grow and be happy.
I'm gonna clean you up a little bit.

Don't let this scare you now,
'cause I want to take care
of this one thing.

Did that hurt? Yeah.

You're gonna be much prettier...

Well, I read that if you talk to them,
they grow better.

They're happier.

I see.

Uh, don't do that, Lieutenant.

Shirley don't like it.
Oh.

I'm whispering because
I don't want her to hear us.

Could you come into the office?
Okay, yes, sir.

Don't let the smoke bother you, baby.
I'm gonna take care of you.

There's the list of the top fences
you asked for, by specialty.

Jewelry... Meyers, Halligan, Goodman.

Coins... Galt, Van Heusen.
All right, what about the delivery routes?

I gave you three men
yesterday afternoon.
We got it.

There are four outfits that deliver
to every address where a coin was stolen,

including Mr. Hale's apartment.

There was Walzer's Rug Shampooing,
Flower's Pharmacy,

the New York Times,
and Bugaboo.

That's an exterminating service.
You know, Lieutenant, it occurs to me.

What if the coin that was stolen
from Mr. Hale's apartment house hasn't
got anything to do with this murder?

Oh. Well, then, Stavros,
I'd drag you away
from Elizabeth out there,

and I'd send you back
to Mr. Hale's apartment,
and you'd start talkin' to his plants.

And maybe they'll give you
a description of the killer.

- All right, what do you got?
- A subscription list.

Computerized printouts of all the major
coin magazines in alphabetical order.

Okay, keep your fingers crossed.
Here we go.

Uh, Greenberg, Richard.

Works for the exterminating company.

Not here.
Nope.

McCloud, Robert.
A rug shampooer.

Nope.

Soames, Kenneth.
Works for Flower Pharmacy.

- No Soames on any of these lists.
- Stevens, Daniel.

No.

I don't know, Van Heusen.

I've commissioned
some pretty big scores in my time,

but, uh, the Farenkrug mansion?

I think Van's onto something.
Ajob like this is a dream.

Ajob like this is retirement time.

The Lafayette brooch
and the Cluster diamond?

Farenkrug bought them both...

when his papers hit their peak
in 1936.

Ever hear of this model safe?

Are you kidding?

I got arthritis,
I could crack this in five minutes.

They aren't in this, are they?

I've got a man on the inside,
and he says that's the only safe in the house.

He's a deliveryman.
He gets in and out
pretty much as he wants.

Winkler, here's a list
of some of the paintings...

that we can identify positively.

And, Steadman, here's the best
we can do on antiques.

Kenneth is no expert, but I think
the descriptions are accurate.

If these porcelains are
what I think they are, and this silver...

There's furs, tapestries, rare books...

Who knows? Everything.

I propose we split it all,
except for the coins,

which I keep for setting it up.

Now, I trust my man on the inside.
I've got a lock on him.

Winkler, is there somebody
you can trust for something this big?

I'll useJules.
He does good for me,

and he's not likely to fold
a little Cézanne into his hip pocket...

and try to get away with it.
I've broken in a lot of people,

but, uh, there's one man... Bingo...

he treats china like it was
his mother's own wedding present.

Nobody gets near
the Lafayette brooch but me.

I'm going in myself.
Now, I know, I know.

There must be a hundred guys
I've bought from in the last year alone.

But I gotta see this myself.

- Can you understand?
- It's up to you.

- How much time do we have
to get ready for this?
- I've already got it started.

- Started?
- I knew it would be irresistible.

My man's setting it up
for the day after tomorrow.

Thursday.

Thursday.

Get off my back.
Come on, Theo.

We gotta move on this one.
Downtown's all over me.

Oh, come on, Frank.
Don't answer the phone.

Then you'll never get
in trouble that way.

Hey, I'm not kidding, Theo.

We're following up leads with
various tenants, and Crocker and Stavros
are checking the deliverymen.

That's all I got goin'.

So far, it's narrowed down
to five deliverymen,
and Crocker's talking to them now.

And as of this moment,
I can pin nothing on anybody.

Oh, you know these names?

Murdock, Van Heusen, Darata,
Greenbaum, Galt?

Oh, uh, Galt and Darata.
They're receivers. Stolen property.

Yeah, more specifically,
coin fences.

You oughta see the list I got.
It's three miles long,
and half of them are millionaires.

All living that good, suburban life,
you know what I mean,
off the dirty work of a thousand punks.

You know, a billion.
That's with a B.

Maybe a billion and a half a year.
That's the latest estimate
on their yearly haul.

Mmm. We discourage crime,

and these bonbons depend on
the existence of letting it happen.

I know. When we do nail one,
his lawyer appeals.

"Your Honor, my client
didn't know the stuff was stolen."

We can't go undercover.
You can't sell them anything hot.
That's entrapment.

You gotta bag 'em while they're
taking delivery, and how often
do you get a shot at that?

They're bums.
Hey, look.

If one of these fences
commissioned Mrs. Hale's killer,
then they're more than bums.

They're conspirators to a murder.
You know something, Frank?

I think they may be sweating out
Mrs. Hale's murder.

I think maybe
one of them wants to talk.

I think I ought to talk to them.
Who knows?

I may be able to pick up
a couple of vibes.

It's a long shot, isn't it?
Hey, Frank, how long
have you been a chalk player?

Come on.

Your mother-in-law
didn't think it any too special.

She was a pompous old dud!

No life in that family
till I came to it.

Just money. Here.

Here! Right here.
That's me.

In those days, you had to be
something special to be a dancing girl.

Oh, no! You're poking me
with those pointy fingers!

I think I'll read in bed for awhile.

Bring me my Vanity Fairs.
I'll meet you at the elevator.

See you tomorrow, Kenneth.

Or maybe Thursday?
Tomorrow is Thursday.

Oh, so it is.
Well, good-bye.

Bye-bye.

What are these, Kenny?
They're a new kind of sedative.
Knocks you right out.

They're real safe for her,
and twice as safe for you.

You wanna visit your father tomorrow,
two of those will put her out
for at least six hours.

She'll wake up feeling so good,
she might even thank you.

That old biddy couldn't care less
about my father.

Hey, Jake, you can do me a favor.

Sure.
I goofed.

I brought some extra oxygen tanks,
and Mr. Flower will chew me out
if I bring 'em back.

So can I, um...
Can I leave 'em in the storeroom?

Oh, sure.
You know where the door is.

I better get herself up to the bedroom.
Thanks.

Kojak.

I'm doing you a big favor, Darata,
meeting you like this.

What have you got for me?
A nice, big, particularly juicy
Roman coin, right?

Oh, I don't fence coins anymore,
Kojak. Really.

Uh-huh.
No, I got a job now.

I'm a consultant part-time
for the, uh, Metropolitan Museum.

- You're kiddin'.
- No!

I was a lousy fence, Kojak.
I, uh...

Well, I got hooked.
I kept too many for myself.

I just love coins, Kojak.

There's no collection in Sing Sing...
not a one.

I heard you were hassling the others,
and, uh,

well, if you look me up at work,
that's the end of my job.

So, uh, you're doing me a favor.

What can I do for you?

You're trying to convince me
that the story you're tellin' is not
a beautifully engraved three-dollar bill?

We all know you're lookin'
for Mrs. Hale's killer, but, uh,

I don't think coins
have anything to do with it.

I could tell you about
a caper that's in the works.
Something is coming down.

Mm-hmm. Sure. The sky is fallin',
and something's comin' down.

No, no, no, no, no.
This is... This is special.

Super big.
It's a whole van.

Paintings, jewelry,
and coins too, I hear.

Well, who? What? Where?
Where, I ain't so sure.

Could be Manhattan, the Island, Jersey.
But soon.

And get this.

I hear that Goodman himself
is going along for the ride.

- Goodman, the jewel fence?
- Must be big.

Well, you got your snitches.
You can find out what you want to know.
See ya.

Hey. Consultant, right?
Metropolitan Museum?

Nice title, nice job?
If you wanna keep it,
you keep your nose clean, hear?

Stavros?

How's Maria?
Shirley. She's fine.
She's got two new twigs.

Oh, yeah? Look, I want you
to squeeze every informant...

who's got anything to do
with jewelry, you understand?

Stolen property.
There's a big job coming down.

Now, Sy Goodman, he's in jewelry,
and I think he's in on it.

- Hello, Kojak.
- Yeah, Lieutenant?

I was trying to catch up to Kenny Soames,
the deliveryman for
Flower's Drugstore.

I wanted to ask him
a few more questions.

Well, he picks up this chick.
They have photos made... passport photos.

Her name is Howard.
Dede Howard.

Lots of class and jewelry.

Delivery boy with a classy broad, huh?

Well, you take a shot.
Pick up her trail and stay with her, okay?

What are you lookin' for?

Well, I found it.
Dede Howard.

She subscribes to
Coin Collector's magazine.

You're kidding.

This is all you found
in Dede Howard's apartment?
Old magazines?

She must be staying in a motel.
Or who knows where?

Maybe she's staying
with Kenneth Soames.

We were all set to pick him up
when he brought the van back
to the pharmacy.

You ready?
He never showed.

Both of them, Frank.
I think they're one step ahead of us.

Well, let's hope it's not a giant step
right out of the country.

We've got the passport office
staked out.
That oughta pay off.

Who knows?
They get wind of us, and they take off.

This is a big country, Frank.

We do have a tip on a heist,
a major operation.

We can draw
some consolation from that.

Okay. Goodman. Now,
we're sure he's up to something, right?

We had a tail at his house
since 7:00 this morning.
He takes off at 6:00.

Write down Jerome Winkler
and Steadman.

49th just called.

They heard both of them let the word out
there was a big shipment coming in.

They disappeared too.

All right. Winkler.
He's one of the biggest art fences around.

Steadman... What does he do, Frank?
Antiques.

Antiques.

Well, that leaves one category... coins.

Huh?
What's-his-name told me that coins,

they definitely figure into this operation.

Could be Galt, Murdock,
Van Heusen, Greenbaum.

Vine called in a few minutes ago.
Dede Howard showed up
at the passport bureau.

Picked up passports
for her and Kenny Soames.

You wanna know where
she went next?

No. What is this,
20 questions?

The Argentine Consulate.
She picked up visas for the both of them.

Now, I know for a fact that
it takes weeks to get a visa,

'cause my sister went through it
going to the Far East last year.

Unless you got a hook,
forget about it.

Anyway, the consulate got a call yesterday
from, uh, Felix Van Heusen.

Van Heusen?
Yeah.

He ran down a list of all
the important names that
he knows down in South America,

and said that these two visas
were needed urgently.

Van Heusen.

Perfect. Look at that, Frank,
will ya?

That's four of the biggest fences
in the business.

I mean, they must do
20 million a year between them.

What a sweet bust that'd be.

Hmm. And why not?

We figure out what their caper is, right?

We follow the heist men.
They lead us to the delivery point,
and we move in.

Great, except
there's about 19 "ifs,"

starting with what the caper is
in the first place and when.

All right, Crocker, get me the list
of every place that Kenny Soames
delivers to regularly, okay?

Okay.
Now, Soames.

He quits his job yesterday,
and he's getting ready
to move out tomorrow.

Steadman, Winkler...
ready to do a fast disappearing act,

and this Goodman,
he gets up at dawn.

- Who are you calling?

Yeah, here, Frank.

This is Felix Van Heusen. I'm sorry,
but I won't be in my office today.

However, when you hear the tone,
if you wish,

you may leave a message for me
and I will call you when I return.

Hey, it's today, all right.
I'd buy it.

The richest, most likely candidates
for a super heist.

And that's what we're looking for
on Mr. Soames's East Side delivery list.

Well, I'm no walking list
of New York's 400.

Get Mr. Hale on the phone.
He'll know these people
off the top of his head.

What's that? 3-1?
3-2.

You know...
Yeah.

You're pretty good.
I work on it.

Kenny, here are the two men
you'll be working with... Bingo and Jules.

Oh, remember,
you'll have two hours up there.
We'll expect you back at about 5:00.

Okay, Mr. And Mrs. Amos Devlin.
736 East 78th.

Oh, I've heard that Sandy Devlin
is some kind of a nut
for commemorative coin issues,

but his wife is never
really seen in valuable jewelry.

She goes more for, uh,
amber, things like that.
Scratch Devlin.

Hey, Wendell.
How are your oily gates?
Oh, coming along.

How's everything?
Listen, this is my, uh, my boss.

Mrs. Farenkrug wants to, uh...

That's right, Everett Watkins.
Chairman of the board
of six oil companies.

Collects antiques, paintings.
And not a coin collector.

Okay, Mr. Hale,
we're striking out pretty fast.

Uh, you ever heard of a lady,
uh, Mrs. Farenkrug?

- It's "Farenkroog."
- "Farenkroog."

Yes, lives in a mansion in Riverdale.

Thank you, sir.

Farenkrug.
Paintings, antiques,

jewelry if it hasn't been sold,

and, uh, coins, Frank.

I mean, this man is
a legend among coin collectors.

That's it. Farenkrug, huh?

All right.

Riverdale.

Right about there.

So she gets her medicine
delivered from midtown.

Probably has her veils
flown in from Paris.
Crocker!

We're onto it, kid.
Last one.

It's Farenkrug.
Probably unlisted number.
Riverdale, quick.

Put a man inside,
make sure she's okay.

We'll keep him out of sight.
We'll have unmarked cars
at both ends of the block.

When they come out we'll follow,
hopefully to Winkler,
Steadman and Van Heusen.

Yeah, well, I want them, Frank,
but I don't wanna lose Kenny Soames either.
He's a potential murder rap.

We're following his girl.
If worst comes to worst,

we'll pick them up when
they get together or at the airport.

Besides, we need Van Heusen
to nail Soames.

- He'll make a deal. You know that.
- Now, you make me feel better, okay?

Order up a chopper so we can
watch the whole thing from above.

All right, you make me feel better.
You coordinate from the chopper.

Hey, no answer.
I tried the number at the gate house too.
Nothing.

All right, Crocker, you come up
with Captain McNeil in one car.

Stavros! Take Saperstein with you
and have a patrol car standing by.

I want aerial surveillance
for one of my lieutenants immediately.
Right.

The Standish necklace.

I got all my stuff.
How we doin'?

Two more loads for me.
And that's all that'll fit anyhow.

Yeah, well, go hurry Goodman.
He's wasting time
drooling over those stones.

Right.

Do you read me, Frank?
I read you loud and clear.

- You got the mansion spotted, Theo?
- I can see it all.

Hold off. I can hear the chopper.

Stavros car...give it one drive-by.

The gate's wide open.
I don't see no guard.

Come on! Come on, guys!
Hurry up! Hurry up!

Hustle!

We're all set.

Crocker, the blue van
is pulling out right towards you.

I got him.

Stavros, you drop the tail.
We'll pick it up.

You take 'em into the city,
and I'll pick 'em up there.

He's on Central Park West near 65th Street.
Where the hell did he go?

Well, I'm coming down to spot for you.

Look for him going east.

I'm on Madison Avenue.
I'll come around.

You stay there, Stavros.
He's gonna head your way.

But I'm over the Broadway area.

It's all yours, Theo.

I'm now below 42nd Street, heading east.

I still don't see him.

I got him.
South on 2nd Avenue.

I can see the whole picture.

It's a gray warehouse next to
the Coast Guard pier on South Street.

Meet me at the pad.
It's less than a few minutes away.

Stavros, be at the pad
and don't get lost!

That's it. Come on.

Just give me my money, okay?
Here, Kenny.

It's worth every cent of it.

You got 20 seconds by yourself
to get your cheesecake.
Go ahead.

What are you waiting for?
Let's go.
Okay, Lieutenant.

Freeze!

Freeze!

- All right, hold it right there!
- Come on.

Now, shut off your motor.
Haven't you heard of the energy crisis?

All right, book 'em
and take 'em out together.

All right, men, get over here.

Now, you fellows all know your rights?

You don't have to say anything
if you don't want to.
But I got a favor to ask you.

And if you cooperate, who knows?

Might take a year or two off your sentence.

Come here.
When I count "three,"

I want you all to say "cheese," all right?

One, two, three.

Cheese.

I got it! Perfect!