"[Children Chattering]" "[Man] You go in for those?" "No, but my kid does, so I pretend to." "And you're Mr. Gallant?" "Yes." "Um, signed." "Uh..." "Let's, uh, find some shade." "I feel a little bit too visible out here." "Who signed it?" "Not just some flunky?" "Nope." "Somebody high up in the D.A.'s office." "Mm." "And it's everything Arnold March asked for." "Your client gets total assurance he won't be prosecuted, assistance in relocating under a new name." "Plus he ends 10 years as a fugitive, and he stays out of jail." "Well, there are worse hazards than jail." "Well, he's getting out of a $25-million embezzlement rap... in exchange for a handful of documents and a few depositions against the others." "Where's the hazard?" "The "others."" "He's pulling the rug out of a fairly large crowd of old friends." "Frankly, I counseled Arnold to stay in Brazil." "At least, if he died there, it would be, uh, in style and of natural causes." "Do you think these old friends might go to extremes?" "Well, if they do or they don't, it's not your problem, Mr. Hecht." "I pick up March at the airport, bring him to the meeting place... so he can go over the D.A.'s letter with you." "And three minutes later, you're in the police station with him." "Nobody will have a beef against you for being the go-between, and you're $20,000 richer." "Meanwhile, there are only three people in the D.A. 's office who know about this, so I'm not worried about a leak." "Nice job." "Well, thank you." "Let me ask you a question." "I don't want to sound ungrateful." "I can use the money." "But this wasn't a very complicated matter." "Why didn't you handle it yourself?" "Ah." "Because some of those old friends are my clients." "I can't appear to be a part of this." "I have a certain loyalty to Arnold, but it does not extend as far as my life." "Clear?" "Got it?" "Anyway, it is an honor." " Well, maybe we can do it again in a slightly more pleasant atmosphere." " I look forward to it." "When my messenger comes with the cash this afternoon, you come with him." "Oh, and, Simon, I beg you." " Nobody must know I'm involved." " Nobody will." "Sixteen, 17, 18, 19, 20,000." "So, it's after 5.00, Mr. Hecht." "Now, Gallant will call me as soon as March goes through Customs." "You about ready?" "Just one minute." "I'm calling my son, Benson." "Take it easy." "[Dialing Phone]" "[Ringing]" "Hello?" "Hi, David." "Oh." "Hi, Dad." " Everything okay?" "What you doin'?" " Talkin' to you." "[Chuckles] Listen, I have to meet some men this evening... clients... and it looks like I'll be late for dinner." "How late?" "Uh, could be pretty late." "Tell Melinda to fix dinner at the regular time." "I'll get something to eat on the way home." "Okay?" "Can you handle that?" "Sure, I can handle it." " When'll you be home?" " Mm, 8:00 maybe. 8:00, 8:30." "Oh, well, can I wait up?" "You can wait up." "Okay?" "Okay." "Thanks, Dad." "Bye." "Bye." "Okay, let's go." "[Phone Ringing] Okay, okay." "Yeah?" "Oh, no." "And when'd you find that out?" "Yeah." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "All right." "All right." "[Exhales]" "[Door Opens]" " [Door Closes]" " This is Mr. Oakes." "Mr. Hecht." "How you doin'?" " How many people are in on this?" " Just enough to make sure nothin' happens to Mr. March." "Shouldn't we be on our way to the meeting place?" "Oh, uh, Gallantjust was on the phone." "March didn't make his plane." "Gallant's on the line to Rio trying to find out what happened." "I don't imagine there'll be another flight until morning." "I'll give you my home number." "You can call me." "Mr. Hecht." "Gallant prefers that you stay here just in case something goes wrong." "That's ridiculous." "Hang around here all night?" "Please, take that." "Give me a call." "Mr. Hecht." "Mr. Gallant doesn't want you to go." "Now, we've got a bedroom in here." "You can make yourself comfortable." "Get a little hungry, we'll send out for something to eat." "Are you crazy?" "I'm expected home tonight." "Mm-mmm." "I don't believe Mark Gallant told you to do this at all." "I don't care what you believe." "I just know what's gotta be." "Now get in here." "Good night, Mr. Hecht." "My name is David B. Hecht, and I want to report a missing person." "Look, David, I've heard that six times in the last five minutes." "Just because someone doesn't show up for one night..." "It isn't someone." "It's my father, and he said he'd be home." "Hey, David, it's 9:30." "Your dad's probably home by now." "You don't look like you could help me anyway." "Where's the commissioner's office?" "Whoa." "Sorry." "Are you a detective?" "Do I look..." "I'm the commissioner." "What's goin' on here?" "Lieutenant, the kid's worried." "His dad stayed out all night, and he thinks he's missin'." "David, maybe your mom and dad had a fight last night." "Those things happen, you know?" "I haven't got a mom." "She's dead." " Who do you live with?" " My father and the maid, Melissa." "She doesn't speak much English." "All she's been doing is praying..." "or something like that." " It's in Greek." " In Greek, huh?" "That can't be all bad." "When'd you speak to your dad last?" "Yesterday around 5:00." "He called from his office." " What office?" " Hecht and Halliday, Attorneys-at-Law." " What'd he say when he called?" " He said that he had to meet some men and that they were clients." "He'd be late for dinner." "Have Melissa fix the dinner at the regular time, and he'd get something on the way home." "See that?" "That's the way to give evidence." " You can tell that he's a lawyer's son." " Sure." " When did your dad tell you he was comin' home?" " Oh, 8:00, 8:30." "Uh-huh." "Do me a favor." "Go inside to the commissioner's office right there." "Get my hat and coat and sit down on the bench." "I'll be right with you." "Make out a DD13 on the kid." "A Missing Persons for one night?" "The kid's worried, right?" "He wouldn't be here if this happened all the time." "Check with the Information Unit, the Central Complaints Desk, hospitals, arrests." "Check with the morgue." "But wait till we leave." "Right now, check his office." "Hecht and Halliday." "Okay, Lieutenant." "Uh, how'd you like to take a ride in a police car, David?" " Come on." "I'll drop you off at school." " On Saturday?" "You got me." "All right, I'll take you home, okay?" "Where do you live?" "85 East 28th Street." "Apartment 7 B." " Uh, sir?" " No." "My name's Kojak." "Lieutenant Kojak." "I lied to you." "I'm not the commissioner, but don't call me "sir," okay?" "Come on, huh?" "Greek, huh?" "She any kind of a cook?" "Yes, sir." "Ah, but can she make a moussaka?" "And don't call me "sir."" "What should I call you?" "Call me, uh..." "Call me irresistible." "[Stavros] Lieutenant." "There's nobody there, Lieutenant, but he did call his answering service around 5:00 yesterday." "Said he was goin' out and he couldn't be reached." "You wanna send somebody over there?" "No." "I'm goin' over to the house, and I'll call you from there." "Okay, Lieutenant." "Uh, follow me." "All right." "[Phone Ringing]" "[Ringing]" "Gallant?" "Oh." "It's you." "It's Irv." "No, Irv, there's no word yet." "Plane probably gets in sometime tonight." "That makes it a 24-hour shift." "I don't like it." "I think I'm gonna pull out of this." "Oh, sure." "You can say relax." "I'm the one that has to do it." "And I'm superstitious about plans that change." "Nothing's been changed, Irv, except the date." "You're not gonna pull out." "If word about that gets around..." "It's the same thing as yesterday." "We drive Hecht over in Benson's car, and you let us in." " Remember to back it in, Oakes." " Irv, do I try to tell you your job?" "Maybe I'd better." "March will get out of his car and walk in." "We let him see Hecht." "There'll be a bodyguard." "Then March goes over to Hecht and reads the D.A. 's letter." "Then you give us all a beat to clear out, and then you, baby doll, kill all three of them." "Now, can I make it any simpler?" "[Doorbell Buzzes]" "[Door Closes]" "Hecht?" "I thought you were asleep." "Did you?" "You've been here all night?" "Those weren't your instructions, were they?" "They were not." " What's the idea?" " Well, it seemed kinda dumb to have him running around town." "Somebody could put a tail on him." "So when he came back..." "You were hired to take care of an emergency in case it arose, not to create one to give yourself something to do." " I'm sorry about this." "Really." " Then I can go home now?" "[Sighs] Well, I..." "I know it's a terrible inconvenience to you, but, having been here this long, maybe it would be wise if you stayed until March did show up." "As I said, there may well be people out there right now... who are trying to figure out how to get to him." "I did get through, by the way." "He's taking a flight that's due in at 9:52 tonight." " Could we step outside?" " No." "Be a lot better if he stayed here." "Oakes knows his business, Simon." "Then can you get word to my son?" "I don't wanna worry him." " Well, of course." " Okay." "I'll write a note to him, if that's all right, and you can deliver it." " Do you have a pen?" " Certainly." "[Clears Throat] I'll take it to him." "Don't worry about a thing." "Thank you." "Uh, if you're hungry, there's food in the kitchen." "Thank you." "I'll get myself something." " No, I'll get it for you." " That won't be necessary." "I'll fix it myself." "Look." "I come all the way over here just to keep him from blowing his stack, and somehow he knows everything." " Now, how is that possible?" " I swear I don't know." "Well, you just keep him calm, Benson." "I'll call you when March arrives." " [Door Opens]" " You'll get that note to my son?" " Don't worry about a thing, Simon." "Everything's under control." " Thank you." "[Door Closes]" "[Kojak Speaking In Greek] [Speaking In Greek]" "[Continues In Greek]" "[Continues In Greek]" "Does your father ever do any work at home, David?" "Yeah." "Where?" "In there." "[Greek] Nothing missing." "[Continues In Greek]" "[Chuckles] [Greek]" "Was she praying again?" "[Chuckles] No." "No." "She was just making a joke, but don't worry about it, David." "Ajoke in Greek?" "What are you, a wise guy?" "Don't you think Greeks say things funny?" "Here." " Hey, David, how long has your mother been dead?" " Five years." "Oh." "Is this the first time your pop's stayed out all night?" "Yeah." "Except for the time he went to Florida." " When was that?" " Last month." "It was on business." "Florida." "Where'd he stay in Florida?" "I think it was in Miami Beach." "He sent me a crate of those oranges." "Well, they're candy really." " How long was he in Florida?" " Oh, a whole week." "During that time, Melissa, the housemaid, she was takin' care of you?" "Jerry Halliday." "That's your father's partner, right?" "Yeah." "But he's retired now." "He lives in Delaware." "Mm-hmm." "Did your pop have a secretary?" "Yeah." "He talks about her almost every night." "Oh, yeah?" "What does he say?" ""That dumb Miss Rosenberg!" "I wish I had the guts to fire her."" "[Laughing]" "[Sneezes] Oh." "Yassou." "That's, uh, gesundheit in a strange language." "Thank you." "[Blows Nose] That's all right." "I'm sorry to get you out of bed at such a late hour." "You said you weren't here at all yesterday?" "[Stuffy Nose] That's right." "Terrible cold." "Yeah." "Well, shall we?" "All right." "Anything, uh..." "Anything changed since you been here last?" "It's locked... the safe." "That's out of the ordinary." "Oh." "Can you open it?" "Oh." "This wasn't here when I left Thursday afternoon." ""3-29-74."" ""A.M." in small letters." "What does that mean?" " "Morning"?" " Oh." "10:00 a.m., huh?" " Is that your boss's handwriting?" " Yes." " What kind oflaw does he practice?" " Wills..." "Real estate transactions, bankruptcies, property management... civil matters like that." "I mean, is this his usual fee for "civil matters like that"?" " Twenty big ones?" " [Laughs] No." "Never that much and never in cash." "Lieutenant Kojak, has something happened to Mr. Hecht?" "Would you put this back?" "Well, so far, the only thing that's happened to him... he didn't show up at home last night." "Now, Mrs. Rosenberg..." "Miss." " You're kidding." " [Scoffs]" "Now, Miss Rosenberg, what do you know about your boss's personal life?" "You know, friends, things like that." "I suppose, by that, you mean female friends." "All right." "I mean, uh..." "Forgive the image." "I mean, can you conceive of him spending the night with somebody without calling home?" "Since his wife died, I don't think Mr. Hecht has spent a night away from home." "Except for the two-week vacation in Florida." "Two-week vacation?" "Well, he planned on two weeks, but he cut it short and came back in one week instead." "His son said he went away on business." "Did he go with somebody else?" "Lieutenant Kojak, all I know about it is... is..." "Ah-choo!" "[Chuckling] Excuse me." "Oh, God love ya." "Oh." "He had me buy two tickets and make a hotel reservation for a double room." "But he cut short his trip." "Did he say why?" "No." "All right." "While he was away, did he get any phone calls, things important like that?" "I think he had three callers who said they had to speak to him." "I gave them his number in Miami at the Gulf Plaza Hotel." "Oh, do you have their names?" "They should be on the telephone log." "Uh-huh." "The-The telephone log." "Oh." "And, uh, the names of his client list." "[Siren Wailing, Distant] [Sighs]" "The client list." "The telephone log." "Oh." "Is there anything else?" "[Chuckles] Like the moves?" "Yeah." "Get to bed." "You got a cold." "Ah-Ah..." "Ah-Ah..." "Lieutenant." "What are you doin'here?" " Nothin'." "Just waitin'." " Just waitin' for what?" "For you to find my dad." "Oh." "And who's home taking care of Melissa?" "Melissa's taking care of herself." "David." "You know, you're not doin' us any good hanging around here." "Your dad could show up any minute, and you wouldn't know about it." "What's going on?" "Oh." "Frank, this is Dave Hecht." "David B. Hecht, I'd like you to meet Captain Frank McNeil." " Nice to know you, David." " How do you do?" "What's it about?" "We're just lookin' for his dad." "David, and another thing, suppose I wanted to get in touch with you?" "You're the man of the house now that he's gone." "Well, if you want to get in touch with me, why can't I stay here?" "Because I might not be here." "That's why." "Now, listen, when I find your dad, you are gonna be the first to know." "Before Captain McNeil knows, I'm gonna tell you." "What do you think about that?" "That's stretching'the regs." "But you don't mind, do you, Frank?" "I don't mind what?" "You see?" "He don't mind." "So, what do you say?" "Well..." "Okay." "But you promise?" "Hey." "Would I lie?" " I promise." " Okay." "But I'll be waiting." "[Moans]" "Hey, Theo." "Since I don't mind, do I get in on it?" "Oh, sure." "Hey, Stavros the streaker, anything on that Hecht Missing Persons?" "Nothin' yet, Lieutenant." "I.U., Central Complaint..." "we come up zilch all the way around." "You get him a Missing Persons number." "I'll give you a description for the file." "Get it on the next Teletype." " Okay, Lieutenant." " Crocker." "Here." "I want you to check through this client list." "I want all the names with initials "A.M."" "Match them up with the telephone log and check the Gulf Plaza Hotel in Miami." "See who he called long-distance." "I want to know who registered with Simon Hecht on that date." "Got it?" "Got it." "Got it." "Theo, do you think we ought to handle this ourselves?" "I mean, would you mind telling me just what the hell you're working on?" "I told you." "The kid's pop is a missing person." "Well, who's the kid's father, and how long has he been missing?" "His name is Simon Hecht, he's a lawyer, and he's been gone now, uh, all night." "All night?" "You gotta be kidding." "What's the big deal?" "Oh, this is the big deal." "Twenty grand in an envelope that I left in a safe in his office." "Hecht and Halliday, Attorneys-at-Law..." "50 bucks a chargeable hour." "Come on, Frank." "You know that operation." "If Simon Hecht grosses 40,000 a year, that's a big deal." "And all of a sudden, we got 20 grand in an envelope in his safe." "Are you suggesting he's not a missing person on choice?" "I'm suggesting that he didn't come home... because Hecht and Halliday got into something so deep that they couldn't handle it." "Now, whether it was on purpose or by mistake... either way." "Lieutenant, those three calls are pegged "Referred to Miami." You wanted to check the names." " You want a thank you?" " Sheesh." ""Harriet Buchman, R.V. Heller, Mark..." Mark Gallant?" "I'm gettin' a buzz." "Mark Gallant." "That's a name, isn't it, Frank?" "Gallant." "Gallant is Fennimore, Frank, Goodrich, Gallant and Peabody." "It's a big law firm, one of the biggest in town." "They're everything you just said Hecht wasn't." "So, why does a million-dollar dude call Hecht, huh?" "How come that name makes noises in my head?" "Mark Gallant." "He was Arnold March's lawyer." "It was about 12 years ago." "Arnold March." "He absconded with 25 million..." "Mid-Atlantic Mutual Funds." "Did the big number." "Oh, yeah." "And Gallant was his lawyer." "Sure." "A. M..." "Arnold March." "You know, 20,000 fits into 25 million pretty good, don't you think?" "Mm-hmm." "All right, where is he now?" "Who knows?" "Brazil, I hear." "He's living like an emperor." "Why don't you ask Gallant?" "Oh." "Mm-hmm, I think I will." "Help!" "Somebody out there!" "Help me!" "[Groans] What are you doin', jerk?" "Get smart." "You're in this too deep now to back out." "If you cooperate, maybe Gallant will decide to give you a break." "All right, so Gallant is a part of this." "But somebody out there will be looking for me." "They looked for Hitler for years too, Mr. Hecht." "They gonna find you any faster?" "The flight left Rio on time?" "Well, that's a novelty." "All right, thank you." "[Door Opens]" "Uh, the offices are closed today." "I'm Lieutenant Kojak, Manhattan South." "I'm looking for a little guidance." "Oh, well, of course." "What can I do for you?" "I'm lookin' for a nice little law firm, not too expensive." "I'm lookin' to draw up my will." "Would you like some coffee?" "Love it." "Black, no sugar." "In a paper cup, if possible." "Well, uh, what brings you to us, Lieutenant?" "We're good, but we're not little." "My captain mentioned your name." "He said you were expensive, but I figured at least you could steer me in the right direction." "Uh, for instance, Halliday and Hecht." "Are they pretty decent?" "Hecht and Halliday." "Yes, I think they'd probably fit into your budget, Lieutenant." "They're one of numerous firms that could do the work." "Do you know either one of them personally?" "Oh, I recall meeting Hecht 10 years ago." "But not on a professional basis?" "As a matter of fact, I had an occasion to call his office recently in a similar situation." "Alan Schreiber asked me to recommend a lawyer to him who wouldn't cost too much." " Alan Schreiber." "Who is he?" " He's someone I know slightly at the Century Club." "Lieutenant, one of the greatest sources of free legal advice is a club that admits lawyers." "[Chuckles] Um, did you call Hecht first... to see if he was interested?" "Yes, and I found out that he was leaving on vacation." "My friend went elsewhere." " Oh, but he's back from vacation now?" " I haven't the foggiest notion." "Oh." "This Alan Schreiber, where can I get in touch with him?" "Saturday afternoon?" " If he isn't in the Century Club bar, he died during the morning." " [Laughing]" "Now, at the risk of being rude..." "[Snaps Fingers] Now." "I know where I remember your name." "Arnold March." "You defended him, right?" "Is he, uh..." "Is he still a client?" "I'm afraid we're getting into the area of privileged information." "I hope you understand." "Of course." "So do I." "[Slurping]" "It's kind of scary drinking coffee out of a cup like that." "Thank you, counselor." "Good-bye." "[Door Closes]" "Mr. Schreiber, please." "Try the bar first." "So Schreiber backs him up?" "Of course he backs him up." "They both belong to the Century Club." "A.M. In small letters." "[Ice Rattling]" "Maybe it's not Arnold March." "He's too big for small letters." "He's too big for Simon Hecht, too, for sure." "Bobby?" "Long-distance call for you from Miami." "Line three." "Thank you." "Hello." "This is Detective Crocker." "What?" "Wait." "Let me get that, huh?" "Go ahead." "And the calls?" "All right, thank you very much." "They registered at the hotel as Mr. And Mrs. Simon Hecht." "What about the phone calls?" "He didn't make one long-distance call from the hotel." "But anybody could've called him, and there's no way of checking that." "He tells the kid he's goin' to Florida on business so he won't hang him up... you know, takin' a vacation without him, with somebody that's not his mother." "Where you goin'?" "I'm gonna go find out why he cut his vacation short by one week." "Hey, what are you building'?" "Oh." "The U.S. S. Constitution." "But I'm really just looking at it." "My dad always helps me with the rigging." "The rigging's real hard." "You have to be able to tie these knots just right, and, well, I'm not very good at it." "Look, David, I gotta ask you some more questions." "Uh, when you said that your pop went to Florida on a business trip, did he?" " Did he what?" " Did he, uh..." "Did he go on a business trip?" "L..." "He said it was on business." "Oh." "What do you think?" " He said it was on business." " Does your father have any friends?" " Well, of course." " Come on." "You know what I mean." "Girlfriends." "[Stammering] L-I guess so." " Bring any of them to see you?" " Yeah." "Did he bring any one in particular?" "I mean, you know, more than just once." "David." "It's important." " I don't see why it's important." "What does this have to do with..." " See the way you are?" "You came to us for help, right?" "And I wanna help you, don't I?" "Sometimes in this job I got, which is kinda tough, you know, I gotta make people talk about things they don't wanna talk about." "We gotta know why your papa came home from Florida a week early." "Huh?" "[Sighs] He took Paula to Florida." "Go on, David." "Paula." "He said it was business, but I knew it wasn't." "I heard him talking the night before on the phone to her, telling her when to meet him at the airport and all the arrangements." " I knew it wasn't business." " Paula who?" " He took some pictures out of the bedroom." " You mean the pictures of mama?" " He did it right after he met Paula." " Paula who?" "L-I know she's dead, but..." "Well, it didn't hurt to leave the pictures there." "She made him do it." "I know she did." "David." "You know, maybe this Paula... this chick here..." "maybe she's hurtin' your father." "Did you ever realize that?" "Maybe I gotta go out and pinch her." "You know, not pinch her." "Arrest her." "But I gotta have her last name." " McKay." "Paula McKay." " Beautiful." "Tell me, Paula, how much you get for one of these, uh, one of these things?" "Oh." "500 if it's good." "750 if it's bad." "[Chuckling] Yeah, I better stick to my own business." "Tell me, why'd you cut short your vacation?" "How did you know about that trip?" "Oh, out of the mouths of babes." " In this particular case, the babe is 12, and he's not too thrilled with you." " David?" "David." "What happened in Miami Beach?" "You were supposed to stay there for two weeks." "He got a phone call..." "something important, I guess." "Any idea who called?" "Yes, I do." "Somebody with a name out of an old '30s serial." "I was cursing him all the way home." " Mark Gallant of the Marine Raiders." " Mark Gallant, huh?" "I wondered what a grown man with a name like that might look like." "Do you know him?" "Oh, yeah." "Very rich." "I mean, he's everything you might dream about." "With one exception." "What's that?" " He lies, baby." " Oh, don't they all?" "[Ringing]" "Eh!" "Mark Gallant's not at home." "He's not in his office." "Also lied to me about calling Miami Beach, and now he's just as missing as Mr. Hecht." "Me?" "Yes, you." "Miss Rosenberg." "Now, let me lay it all out for you, okay?" "Then you can tell us anything you think might help." "All right?" "Okay." "Now, Mr. Hecht got 20 grand in an envelope, right?" "Okay, we know that." "We also know that he got a phone call from Mr. Mark Gallant in Miami Beach... made him cut short his vacation, and he hurried home." "Now, we don't know who paid him the money, but we do know that there's these initials..." "A.M." "Remember? "In the mornin'." A.M., yes." "Oh, morning." "Now, A.M. We also know that Mr. Mark Gallant's got a client..." "Mr. Arnold March." "Very big, big client." "Well, about 12 years ago..." "The embezzler." "His daughter is a client of Mr. Hecht's." " What?" " Her married name is Cole." "Miranda Cole." "She lives in California." "Mr. Hecht manages some New York properties for her." " When did he get the account?" " Right after that scandal about Mr. March." "Then March bought some properties, put 'em in his daughter's name." "And then he got an outside lawyer so it wouldn't be easy to trace, right?" "Crocker." "Call the D.A. 's office." "Somebody's gotta be there." "Tell 'em we need files on Arnold March." "I wanna know where they think he is right now, who his contacts are in the States..." "anything at all." "Right." "I, uh..." "I guess you're through with me, huh?" "Hmm?" "Miss Rosenberg." "Stick around." "[Chuckles]" "Oh." "Okay." "Maybe we'll do it again sometime." "I can't believe it." "I told you." "I tried to get March to stay down there." "When he tells the D.A. The names of the holding companies he's buried that stolen 25 million in, they'll fold them up." "I have to prevent that, Simon." "It comes down to..." "you or me." "You paid me $20,000." "I'll say you're a client of mine." "I can't testify against a client, even if I want to." "I have a son, Gallant." "Please." "No." "He won't get out of that car unless you're there... and everything looks like it's going exactly the way it's planned." "It's almost 7:30." "I'll head for the airport." "You might as well get him out of here and down to the meeting place." "No!" "Gallant!" "Please." "I beg you." "All appeals exhausted, Hecht." "I'm truly sorry." "[Door Closes]" "Okay, let's go." "[Slap On Back]" "I have the worst luck with plants." "Even plastic ones commit suicide on me." "[Laughs]" "You like Shirley, huh?" "Oh." "Her name is Shirley?" "Mm-hmm." "Oh." "Hello, Shirley." "She likes to be talked to." "Oh, she does?" "Yeah." "Hello, Shirley." "What's your name?" "Miss Rosenberg." ""Miss"?" "You're not married?" "No." "Are you?" "Where's his office?" "Right this way." "Where's this way?" "Right here." "Ah, Lieutenant Kojak, Mr. Santangelo, Special Assistant D.A." "You didn't bring the March records?" "No." "You don't seem to understand." "This is an urgent..." "Now, Lieutenant, there's no way anybody's gonna see those records, not even you." "Uh, you wanna, uh, come inside here for a second." "Say, what's your name again?" "Santangelo." "Oh, yeah." "Mr. Santangelo." "I thought that the cops and the D.A. Were all on the same side." "The only reason I'm interested in Arnold March..." "what his connection is with Simon Hecht." "Simon Hecht?" "Yeah." " Do you know him?" "He's missin'." " Missing since when?" "Since last night." "And what's the connection between March and him?" "Hecht came to see me." "March had gotten in touch with him." "March wanted to come back to this country." "He was ready to testify in front of a grand jury, but he wanted to make a deal." "So Hecht was acting as his attorney." "Oh, Mr. Santangelo, how about Mark Gallant?" "He's his regular attorney." "Why didn't you do business with him?" "Yeah, well, we have, indirectly." "Gallant suggested to March that he use Hecht as a go-between with us." "Gallant's got his own reasons for staying in the background..." "business reasons." "So we, uh..." "We agreed to keep his name out of it." "Now wait a minute, Mr. Santangelo." " You know about a connection between Gallant and Hecht?" " Sure." "So if Gallant lied to me about not talking to Hecht in Miami, you understand that?" "I would, uh, expect that." "Your jaw just dropped, Theo." "Maybe Hecht's not in trouble, right?" " Maybe he's just being very cautious because of all these arrangements." " What are these arrangements?" "March is supposed to come here from Rio, go to an undisclosed spot." "Then he's gonna meet Hecht." " The two of them are coming in together to surrender March to the authorities." " Where?" " I'm not at liberty to tell you that." " All right." "Then when?" " Could be this weekend." " Crocker!" "What is this?" "Call the Immigration authorities at Kennedy Airport." "I want every plane covered coming in from Rio." "Give a description of Arnold March." "And if they spot him, hold him for us." "What the hell are you talkin' about?" "Hey, listen, wild man, I..." "Do it, Crocker!" "Just hold it." "Theo, you better talk pretty fast before I countermand that order." "What do you think this secrecy is all about, Frank?" "Do you wanna know?" "Arnold March is gonna get killed if this gets out, right?" "Absolutely my worst fear all this month." "And I believe he's walking into danger at this very moment." "How do you put that together, wise Lieutenant, sir?" "Simple Simon Hecht." "That's who puts it together for me." " Contact Immigration." " [Dialing]" "[Rings]" "Hello." "Oh, hi, Kojak." "David?" "I'm gettin' to know the sound of your voice." "I wanna ask you a quick question." "You hear from your dad?" "No." "Nothing in the mailbox?" "No notes?" "Melissa didn't hear from him?" "No." "Why?" "I'll fill you in with all the details later." "In the meantime, you keep working on that model, okay?" " I wanna see it when you're finished." " Okay." "Bye." "[Handset Clatters] Uh..." "Come here, Mr. Santangelo." "That's nice." "You know, this solid citizen, doting father... doesn't contact his kid for 24 hours." "You know what I think?" "I think he's being held against his will." "I think that your plan... down the toilet." "I believe that there's an ambush." "Now, how does that hit your well-formed heels, Mr. Santangelo?" "And here." "Suck on this a while." "It'll cool you off a little." "Now, listen, the lieutenant has a reputation... for putting these things together pretty well." "Now, maybe you should tell us where March is turning himself in." "[Clears Throat] I'm gonna have to make a telephone call first." "[Vehicle Engine Running]" "Lieutenant, about 20 minutes ago, a W.B. Arnold cleared Customs and Immigrations, and they feel pretty sure that it was March." "Well?" "This man reliable?" "All right." "Lieutenant, your ball game." "He turns himself in at the 37 th Precinct." "First he meets with Hecht for a couple of minutes to go over some papers to be signed." "All right, yo-yo, who picked that meeting place?" "Yo-yo." "I think that Hecht did." "I swear I don't know where it is." "All I can tell you is that, according to Hecht, the rendezvous is supposed to be within three minutes of the station house." "Within three minutes drive." "Okay." "Someplace in that area, someplace March knows is safe." "How could he count on that?" "How long does it take to get from Kennedy to the 3-7?" "Because that's about all the time we got left." "This time, traffic's light..." "about a half an hour." "Hecht." "Why, of all people, is he in this?" "Hmm?" "Because he handled March's property for his daughter." "Uh, Miss Rosenberg." "Me?" "I don't know that I can remember all of Mr. March's properties, Lieutenant." "Maybe you should write Mr. March's daughter in California." "Do your best, Miss Rosenberg, but, please, just do it fast, okay?" "West 91 st." "Yeah?" "Uh, Union Square West." "Fourteen, I think." "Yeah?" "West 23rd." "Keep on." "Ninth Avenue." "Downtown, Miss Rosenberg." "Near 23rd Street?" "Twenty-sixth Street." "Maybe." "East Side?" "West Side?" "West 26th Street." "900-something, I think." "Hold it again." "The 900s on West 26th." "That's right... 925." "I'm pretty sure." "That's it." "Six blocks from the station house." "All right." "Go get my hat and coat, eh?" "It's our best shot." "Come on." "[Siren Wailing]" "[Dispatcher] Car 723, the units you requested for backup... will meet you at 925 West 26th." "[Siren Wailing]" "It's a trap!" "They're gonna kill us!" "All right!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "It's all over." "Out of the car!" "Come on." "Let's go." "Come on." "Come on." "Do you want me to turn around?" "No." "I'd like you to lay across the front of the hood." "[Police Radio Chatter]" "Eh, Arnold March." "You're still alive, huh?" "You're very lucky." "You're under arrest." "And you too, pussy cat." "Take those yo-yos down to the 37 th." "And don't forget those other two coochie-coos..." "down to the 37 th." " Simon Hecht, I presume?" " Yeah." "Come on." "Your kid's waitin' dinner for you." "I'll give you a ride." "David!" "[Speaking In Greek]" "David!" "David!" "[Mumbling]" "Your father!" "Your father!" "[Laughing]"