05x07 - Letters of Death

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Yeah, yeah. Give me more, more.

Yeah. Little bit more.

Yes!

Hold it.

Yeah. Now the lips.

I want a little bit more of the lips.

That's it. Now, wider with the eyes.

Wider. Look down, down a little bit.

Now, just think! Think that Midnight Mist

is the most wonderful fragrance in
the whole Andre! I'm not ready yet!

Janelle, you are always ready.

Where's the hairdresser?

April, get the hell into make-up!
Now, just give it to me once more.

Yes. That's it, that's better.

Hey, you dumb broad! I said smile!

Yes! The best shot of all.

Andre, I could k*ll you. I know. It was beautiful.

Wonderful. Isn't she, Lawrence, huh?

The best Midnight Mist you've ever had.

Who said? You did. With your eyes.

Oh, my God!

Bradley Sloan, owned a model agency. The ME

says it was a .32 calibre. One shot, close range.

Rizzo and Saperstein are checking with
the neighbours. There's no forced entry.

Looks like somebody Let him in. Lieutenant.

Lieutenant, this is Mr Marino. He found the body.

I just came up to have him sign
some papers, that's all. Now he's dead.

I just don't believe that. I don't.

when did you see him last? Yesterday. Right

here. This office. We
were sitting laughing, joking.

My God, I just don't know
what this is all about, you know.

Business couldn't have been better. We were
going up like a rocket. He have any enemies?

Uh-uh. I know you're not
gonna believe this, Mr Marine.

I'm the sweetest guy in the world
but even I have enemies. All right.

There was competitors, we had some competitors.
I suppose a few who may be jealous. Women?

You handle beautiful women, you
mix a little pleasure with business.

No wonder we can't get any young guys to
join the department, we got no fringe benefits.

Oh, Brad, no!

Easy, babe. Easy.

What happened?! Let's take it easy.

Just take it easy. How did you find out?

This. I got this. What is this?

"Janelle. Gutter tr*mp. sl*t."

"Sloan's blood is on your hands."

Take this to the lab. Maybe
there's some fresh prints on it.

Get everybody outta here and downtown.

All you people, please come with
me. We'd appreciate your cooperation

down at Manhattan South. Please,
thank you. Thank you very much.

I'm Lieutenant Kojak.

I don't know who sent me that letter.

Ever get anything like that before?
Beautiful models get crank letters all the time.

You and Mr Sloan were close? This is Janelle

Rawlings, Lieutenant. She's Brad's hottest model.

Brad and I started dating
right after Marshall signed me.

Marshall? Marshall Tyler. They
were partners. They just split.

Why? Well, they were pulling in separate

directions for years as to
how to run the business.

Mr Marino, I understand that you're distraught
but you're beginning to get into my hair,

if you'll pardon the expression. If you got
an answer for that, just hold it to yourself!

Bert! I need to talk to you.

You promised me you'd get me a
contract somewhere. Oh, no, no, no. When?!

You don't let me see you any
more. You don't answer my calls.

I can't get to you! I couldn't get to Sloan!

I was good to him, Bert. Nobody forced you.

I'm 32. It's passing me by.

What the hell can I do about
that? You said it yourself, baby.

You're 32.

There's nothing anybody can do about that.

God, April, I'm sorry. No!

Janelle, you all right? You OK? Yeah.

Lieutenant, I found a tenant who thought
she saw a woman at Sloan's door last night.

ALI right, bring her along. OK.

God, I can't believe he's dead.

Why don't you just go inside and try to get some rest?

Yeah, yeah.

How was his day, Bertha? The
usual. Well, what does that mean?!

He ate.

He slept.

His temperature was normal.
His body functions were normal.

I gave him an hour of therapy. It had no effect.

I heard about Mr Sloan on the radio.

How's that? Hm, the face was wider

and higher cheek bones.

Wider and higher cheek bones. Yes, sir.

Was she ugly? Pretty?

Um, plain! Plain.

The way I look like when I get up in the morning.

Not like the other women he had visiting.

All right.

So, I like to look at faces that look
like I should have looked like, but don't.

Me, too.

I hadn't dated Brad for ages. He was the kind of

guy who played the field. Actually, he was a bum.

I knew it from the start.
You don't know this business.

No. Teach me. Bert came to me.

He said Sloan had some great bookings,

he'd put me up for them. At the time I was hungry,

scared, nothing was going right.

I needed the job at the time.

Bert said all I had to do was date Sloan a few times.

God, you kid yourself. Ah, you say, "Career."

Prints? Plenty. Janelle Rawlings' and
everybody who grabbed it after she fainted.

Lieutenant, post office
can't trace the exact mail box

but that Letter had to be
mailed before the m*rder.

How's that for premeditation? ALL right, Marino,

let's try it again. Where were you Last night?

I already told you, I was out.

What kind of car were you driving?
A Jaguar. Didn't I tell you already?

You didn't tell me the year. Enough of this!
Hey, I wanna know what I'm still doing here?!

Mr Marino's upset. Don't be. I mean,
we gotta stay here all the time. Come on.

Close the door.

Sit down, Mr Marino.

I understand you're in the habit
of making promises to pretty girls.

Give a little extra. Where'd you hear that?

Oh, everybody. It's in the Yellow Pages.

I don't wanna hear your grief for your boss. I

understand you had words.
Yeah, well, it's all right.

We didn't get along, huh? I'm
no angel, neither was Sloan.

Where were you last night?

out. All night? I was with a model.

What model? I can't say.

Oh, business.

She's not with our agency. Pleasure?

Look, she's very important.
I was trying to kidnap her.

It's my profession. Sloan wanted me to get her

away from her agent any way I could. Kidnapping?

That a part of your job? Stealing
clients? I was Sloan's head hunter.

You jealous?

Crocker!

Shove a cork in his mouth and hold him. what for?!

Kidnapping, Mr Marino. You said
that was your profession, right?

Look, Lieutenant, I got a lot of work to do. I

know your work and I admire your work, Mr Marino.

Meantime, it's gonna have to wait.
Take him out. Come on. Let's, er...

Through there, please.

You were looking past my
face when you said I was nice.

Like, behind my eyes,

like I'm looking past yours. That doesn't happen

very often to a girl unlucky
enough to look like I do.

We could have a drink sometime, Stavros.

Stavros!

You know, it's not against the Law. You could

always take her out for a drink. She's gorgeous.

Don't hold that against her.
Take her up on it, drive her home.

Meantime, go see what Janelle Rawlings, if she's

able to talk, saw, OK? Go ahead. Yes. sir. Rizzo!

Yeah? The model, April Daly, she show up? Not yet.

Go find her. It's a great big
city, maybe she got lost. OK.

Miss Ginger, I'll be taking you home.

She will suffer, like I've suffered.

You hear me? You tell her that and
you make sure that she hears you.

I'm sorry I'm late. I had to check on some
film I developed. Do you usually work this late?

When we are rushed to get an assignment out,

we don't look at the clock. Just like you fellows.

What's he doing there? Your
friend, Mr Marino, is resting.

You bring Janelle Rawlings with
you? I rang the bell. Got no answer.

Got a cigarette? Sure. I don't smoke.
Process him and send him home.

Lieutenant. This is Mrs Bloom,
she was the witness in the hall.

You hear the shot? I was
watching TV. I have it up Loud.

My husband snores. I thought I
heard something so I got up to look.

Thank you for being so cooperative,
so many hours. Yeah, thank you.

You know, a sharp guy like Marino could have done it.

He knew Sloan had women so he
rents a dress, let's himself be seen.

Uh? Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Would you believe I couldn't
find any cigarettes? That will do.

Oh? OK.

So, anyway, I was trying to make it as an actress.

Then I met Janelle.

Another Chicago kid. We sort of hung out together.

The older you are, the scareder you are,

You lose it fast in this business.
A couple of lines here....

it's over. What do you think of Janelle?

She looks like a nun. She isn't.

Thought you knocked when you
came in, Charley! Thought I might not.

What did you order, Frank?

I ordered the scrambled egg
sandwich, well done with fermento.



Charley, that kinda talk I can
get off the sandwich machine.

From you I expect service.
I got the money in my office.

Get outta here.

Here. The iced coffee's probably warm. Thank you.

The hot coffee's cold and what's new?

I guess you think I'm pretty lousy,
saying what I did about Janelle. No.

You said she was your friend. She is.

She's younger than me.

She's climbing to the top.

She's where I never have been and never
will be. I've worked hard, I've studied hard.

I hate her.

I hate her guts. I can't stand looking at her face.

She's my best friend. Oh.

And I believe you... now.

What about Marino?

Was he really with you the
night of the m*rder? All night.

Crocker!

Let Marino go, for the time being.

Thank you very much.

Thanks for the cigar. It's OK.

A lot of sad people in such a pretty business. And

hard to believe that one
of them could be the k*ller.

April. April! What did you tell those cops last night?

That I was with you at the time of the m*rder.

What the hell did you say that for? I saw
you in that cell, thought you needed an alibi.

I needed one?

Or you needed one?

What did the police want? Oh,
just more information on Sloan.

Just stop it!

Bert, there's a lot of work to
be done on her. Let us work!

Listen, honey, as soon as Marshall
Tyler comes, talk to him, OK?

Brad hasn't even been dead a day! I
mean, do we have to talk business?

Now, Marshall can get you a film contract.

That's what he went out to California for.

Just like Candice Bergen,
Berenson. Huh? He'll be here later.

You go see him and you'll
talk, huh? Not at his apartment.

Wherever you want. Your place? I can't
even stand to look at myself any more!

OK, baby. How are ya?

Oh, Lieutenant, the lady here, you see, is

trying to do a million dollar layout. Is that OK?

Crocker, why don't you let Mr Marino show
you around? Maybe you'll buy somebody.

You feeling all right? Better.

Thanks for giving me time to
get myself together, Oh, that's OK.

The woman seen leaving Mr Sloan's
apartment. Lady says she looks something like that.

What's the matter? well, it looks Like my sister.

Oh? Where is she?

She's dead! I'm sorry.

You know, it's a long way from the
Chicago slums to Madison Avenue.

Oh, it's not that hard when
you don't have any other choice.

My father couldn't work. My sister made him so sick.

I used to just hate going back to that...

squalid room.

Watch him cry for my sister.

So I just buried myself in fashion magazines.

Lieutenant, you are wrecking my schedule!

Cut the lights out!

Thank you very much for being so
cooperative with your Local police.

Lights, camera and action,
and Like that. Hmm? Crocker!

'I'm telling you, it was a complete shock.
I had some papers I wanted him to sign.'

I told Janelle I was going
up. I ring the bell, no answer.

I thought, "He's entertaining as usual."

I open up the door, he's lying on the floor. Dead.

Half an hour earlier, I was
talking to him, half an hour.

Don't be gross, Bert. I don't
expect to move in with her.

Does she know I'm coming up? She knows, she knows.

Marshall, er.... she's really upset about all this.

Thank you, Bert.

Marshall!

Janelle is really a very nice kid.
She's not like the run-of-the-mill.

You dig her, don't you? What
the hell you talking about?

It really bothered you when she was with Sloan.

The police don't even suspect
you, do they? I won't listen to this.

You wanted his business, you
wanted his women. You want mine, too.

OK, you want me to walk, I'll
walk! Cut the bull about your grief

and tell me what you've done about Janelle
Rawlings. She'll sign, she'll sign! I told you!

I know, Bert. You'll see that she does.

Or you'll find another way to pay me what you owe me

for helping to finance the life you live.

Won't you, Bert?

Hi, Mr Marino. Hi, Bertha, how you doing?

Oh, my dear. My dear, poor
girl. How sad for all of us.

But it's not as if we didn't know

Brad was into a Lot of strange relationships.

How can you be so flip? Hey, you OK?

Yeah. I'm fine. Well, with all the sadness
in the world, I'd suggest a little cheer.

Mine is scotch. Anybody? You said you
had some promotion people to show around!

Oh, right, right! Um...

Promotion people. Right. I thought
you said you were gonna stay?

I'd like to, doll, but promotion
people are very important for all of us.

You two are just gonna have
to get along without me, OK?

Try sign language.

Play Monopoly.

Great news. I can set you on a
two picture deal just on the basis

of what you've already done with Midnight Mist.

They like your quality. Marshall, I think

you'd better go! I'll talk
with Bert in the morning.

Honey!

Bert is a stray dog who picks up Leftovers.

That's how he survives.

I can make it happen for you, Janelle.

I'm not in Chicago, Lieutenant. I'm in
Detroit. Old man Rawlings was a hard worker.

His wife died 15 years ago. He
brought up the two girls himself.

"Margaret was a wild one. Five years
ago she ran away and came here."

I can't find her in the death
records in the last ten years.

If she ran off she may have
used a phooey name. Keep at it.

In the meantime, I'll telex a composite
of our suspect to the Detroit PD.

You think the k*ller's from here? I don't
know. That's why I sent you, awesome!

Well, Sherlock? They didn't get anything off
the letter. They even tried Janelle Rawlings.

Nothing. “Janelle, tr*mp, sl*t."

"Sloan's blood is on your hands."

Why bother to write the letter? It
has to be somebody she knows.

Someone who wants her to know who did him.

Lot of killings in the paper. Let them all die.

I know I'm just a desk clerk in this
wonderful hotel but you could talk to me a little.

Just lock up when you leave!

Mr Tyler.

I thought you and I had an
understanding about this sort of thing?

Hello, I'm Lieutenant Kojak. Miss
Rawlings is expecting you. Thank you.

Come in.

This is a friend of Janelle's.

Sometimes we're sure he hears.

Well...

You have a very pretty daughter.

This one?

You want me to look at this one?

Ah, this must be Margaret.

You can hear much better from inside this room.

I was just very concerned. You never
know with new visitors how he'll react.

Oh. Does he get many visitors?

Mostly Mr Marino. And Margaret? Who?

Margaret Rawlings. There must be
some mistake. Margaret Rawlings is dead.

Oh, I'm sorry. I must have the wrong name.

Where were you the other
night when Mr Sloan was k*lled?

I was here. Ask Mr...

Hi, Lieutenant.

Hiya. Would you give me a minute?

Of course.

Hi, how you doing today, Dad?

I think you look pretty fantastic.

OK?

Miss Rawlings, that letter, it
was definitely written by a woman.

Three handwriting experts confirmed it.

Well, I guess Brad's past
finally caught up with him. Oh.

You know, the guy was quite a
swinger. Did that bother you in any way?

Whoever I have anything to do
with doesn't concern you, does it? OK.

But if you loved him, his way
of life could have bothered you.

Jealous women k*ll. That concerns me.

I was not in love with Brad.

I don't Love anyone. Oh.

You Love your father. That's the least | can do.

He's had a pretty lousy life.

I heard about Margaret from the Chicago police.

Look, I'm sorry if it upsets
you, talking about this. Erm...

Is it possible the k*ller could be one of
her friends? I can't tell you about her friends!

I didn't see her the last couple of years
she was alive. I was too busy in New York.

My father went to go look for her by
himself. That's when he had his accident,

right after he found her. So I
can't tell you about her friends.

Yeah. It's a pretty heavy thing to carry around.

Miss Rawlings, this came for you. I almost forgot.

“If they touch you, they deserve
to die. Tyler found that out."

His name is Tyler. The doorman found him.

All right, apartment to apartment, house to house,

before everyone that Janelle
Rawlings knew gets themselves k*lled.

I told you to stay in the car. I
heard what you said. You were right.

Cover him!

All of him! Cover him!

You were right.

I had a canary that died.

And I had a puppy that died.

And I had a sister that died.

And my father may as well be dead.

I am a m*rder*r!

Stop it! Stop!

Pretty lady, that one. Ah, she's my favourite.

Er, you seen this one around?

I'm sorry, that line is busy. Would you care to hold?

No, not her.

Tell you what.

why don't you leave this with
me? If I do, I'll let you know.

Thanks very much, Mr Hogan.
It's Rizzo, Manhattan South.

Right. Take care. Sure.

The usual, Ralph.

The police were just here.

I said to myself, "Why are they
showing this picture around?”

"Looks like the lady in room 412."

So, I was just about to say to the
cop, "Hey, that looks like my friend."

Then I figured, "Wait a minute."

"Why give her to the cops?”

"They wouldn't show their appreciation.”

"But Margaret would.”

The telephone message was
written by the nurse, Bertha.

It doesn't resemble the m*rder notes at all.

Captain, Lieutenant, the b*llet taken
from Tyler matches the one that k*lled Sloan.

Kojak!

Yeah, Lieutenant, I just left
the bar near the Garner Hotel.

The bartender says a woman fitting the
description of that composite has a room there.

Right. I'll meet you at the Garner Hotel. Crocker.

Where's Eddie Hogan? He's on his break.

Oh, yeah? Where? In that room, over there.

All right. Forget it.

Hey, Janelle, about that phone call.

I don't believe you're serious. I
don't give a damn what you believe!

What was so important? She's talking about quitting.

She wants out of her deal with us! Yeah,
she told me. I figured you'd be pleased,

all the bad publicity connected with her
name. I just checked the latest figures.

Our sales have jumped since Sloan's k*lling. Yeah?

Did you knock off Sloan?

That's not funny.

Listen. You're close to her.

She digs you. Get closer.

I never touched her.

I don't care how you do it,

just get her to stay or you won't
get a job sharpening pencils.

Not in this business.

Ladies, this is a happy commercial.

Now smile! Ladies, you are selling a product! Smile!

Look, look to your left!

Just wait, one second, OK?

I just want to talk to you for just a
second, OK? I can't think, Bert, please!

All right, you don't have to think.
Just listen to me and I'll talk, OK?

I've been going over this in my
head, figuring what we're gonna do.

Sloan, Tyler. What are we gonna do? Bert...

Will you get out?! Wait, wait! Just wait one second.

Listen, it all just comes down to me.
We don't need them, we never did, right?

I found you, not them. So, you sign with
me and we'll do this thing together, OK?

Bert!

Dammit! Get him out of here!

Go! The bodies are still warm in their graves!

Now, just keep it that way.

Keep that look.

Keep thinking of Bert as your
husband. I like the tragic look.

Excuse me. Thank you very much. Thank you.

Lieutenant, clerk says this looks like the
woman near the room Hogan was found in.

What name did she use? That's the weird part.

Margaret Rawlings? Margaret
Rawlings is supposed to be dead.

I'm sure she is. All right.

Get it to the coroner. I want the exact time
of death and put out an alarm for Bert Marino.

You think he's the k*ller? No. The next victim.

Where's Marino? He Left an hour ago, Lieutenant.

Get back to the squad. Crocker,
stay here. They'll melt under the lights.

Lieutenant, she is to be loved, not to be grilled.

I know you understand. I
can see the look in your eyes.

Janelle, don't be too long. Your make-up
will run and I'll be stuck here another two hours.

They tug at you, they pull at
you. How do you survive it all?

You survive in ways you survive
when your job becomes unpleasant.

You just do it. The name Eddie
Hogan mean anything to you? No.

Hotel Garner? I never heard of it.

Who's Eddie Hogan? The woman
seen outside Sloan's apartment

had a room at the hotel where
Eddie Hogan worked and died.

And had your picture plastered
all over the switchboard.

I don't know! I don't know
why this is happening to me!

Someone is k*lling people. That someone is a

woman. Someone close to
you! As close as your sister!

My sister is dead! The woman seen at the hotel

Looked like you and you said your sister
Looked like you! I'm not gonna listen to you.

You're just like Sloan and Tyler. You
don't care about me! You're just using me!

Using me!

I had Crocker put the Hotel
Garner matchbook on her car seat.

She'll find it, Frank, then we'll
see if she goes for the worm.

Crocker's tailing her now. All
right. But keep me informed.

Excuse me. Yeah?

Was there a Margaret Rawlings
registered here? Yes, ma'am.

Oh, my. No.

You all right, lady?

Did she leave an address?
I don't think so. Let me look.

No, there's no way to contact
her. Then, how did she pay her bill?!

Cash.

I never stopped to change
my clothes. No-one will notice.

So, Janelle Rawlings' sister, Margaret,
was at this hospital in Detroit because,

being a groupie, she followed
a rock group and went on acid?

And her father kept looking for
her so she changed her name.

When he finally found her, she
was dead. Her friends buried her

under her alias, so, I guess
Janelle was telling the truth.

Janelle was, her sister wasn't. You
just accepted that she died five years ago.

I accepted it but Janelle didn't. She never has.

Therefore, Margaret isn't dead. Theo,
what the hell are you talking about?!

Kojak. Lieutenant, she's been
driving around since she left the hotel.

She jumped three lights, almost piled up twice.

I guess it's working. She just
went to her apartment. Hold on.

I'm worried about Marino. What's
happening on the alarm we sent out?

We still haven't located him. I'm on my way.

Just make sure Marino stays away
from her apartment, OK? ALI right.

See, er, I don't know if I'm making
myself entirely clear, Mr Rawlings, but...

.what I'm trying to say is,
this is a very tough business.

And sometimes you don't,

you don't always like the things you have to do.

And I do want to get to the
top, just Like Janelle wants.

I don't mean commercials, you know.

I mean, really the top. Movies.

Whole ball of wax.

Sometimes... sometimes I, 1, I just hate myself

for what I have to, have to do.

But I just do it anyway, you know.

I just keep doing it anyway, you know.

Because I just...

I just keep doing those things

because I just have to make it to the top.

You miserable pig! Ah, well...

Where the hell have you been? You scared me.

You used me, too!

Why are you talking like
that? You're talking very funny.

Hi.

How you doing?

I'm sorry I'm late.

Er, Jan, I, I just want you

to take a look at this contract.

I'm tired! Just...

I'm very tired!

Just take a look at this, OK? Please. Wait a second.

I need you. I could... I don't want
anyone ever using me ever again!

Hey, please, I know you! I know you! Anything...

Anything to get to the top! Get out!

Anything with anybody! Get
out! Mr Rawlings, I'm sorry!

Sorry, I didn't mean that. He knows what I mean.

We both come from the same
store. We could be millionaires.

Tell her, Mr Rawlings, tell her. Get out!

Get out!

Oh, well, look who's here.
Your friend the cop, Janelle.

Look at the way he looks at
you. Tell him, no chance, huh?!

Take him out and dry him up!
I'm sorry! Tell your father I'm sorry.

We've got the k*ller in custody.

Oh, no. Not Bert.

You, Margaret.

You're the one who k*lled them.

Shut up!

That tr*mp, Janelle! That wh*re!

She did it to you! She did that to you, not me!

Not me! I didn't break your heart!

She did it!

And you're her friend.

Janelle!

Janelle!

Don't hurt him any more.

He knows that Margaret is dead.

Don't let Margaret use you again, Janelle.

Oh, Papa!

I'm so sorry!

Margaret was here, wasn't she?

Wasn't she?

Oh, Papa, I'm so sorry!

Wasn't she?

Yes.

Margaret was here.

Jan?

Oh, Bert.

My sister did such terrible things.

I love you.

I've always loved you.