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(Current game|will be lost.)|176Exit the game?|176Delete all saved games|and high scores?|176Do you want to start|the tutorial?|276Choose features to make a|picture of the suspect's face. |276Follow the clues and put each|piece of evidence into the|correct room. |276Use information from a phone|tap to recreate a phone|number. |276Find the combination to open a|door. |276Avoid other vehicles and pass|the suspect's car. |276Test your shooting speed and|accuracy. |276Time ^:|    276|                    276Try again for a High Score!|276Bonus: ^|276Game score: ^|276Total score: ^|276Level Progress:|176Yes|176No|176Pause Menu|176Resume|176Restart|176View Solution|176Main Menu|176Sound <on>|176Sound <off>|176Clear Data|kojtheo|leepang|mrgable|ebbing|barmen|pmdenis|racer|robber|criminal|suspect|176|          176|          176|          176|          176|          176|          176|          176|          176|          176|          176|          176^.|176^|0|.,-\@:!?/1|abc2ABC|def3DEF|ghi4GHI|jkl5JKL|mno6MNO|pqrs7PQRS|tuv8TUV|wxyz9WXYZ|||276Enter name and press OK.|176Continue or restart|chapter?|276You only have a few seconds to look at the suspect's face. Press Up/Down to choose a feature and Left/Right to select a variant. When you're finished, select the Check button and press OK to see if you got close enough to the original. Press Start when ready. |276Place all items in the correct rooms with as few mistakes as possible. Select a clue and press OK to place one or two items into the rooms. When both items from the clue are positioned correctly, it will disappear. You will win when no clues remain. You will lose if you make too many mistakes. |276You have only few minutes to complete and check the number. Press Left/Right to select one of the function buttons, and OK to activate. Use the Play button to view phone tap data. Use the Edit button to enter missing numbers. Press Up/Down to change a number in a cell. Use the Dial button to dial the current number and to check the result. You win if you get the correct number in time. |276Find the pattern and fill in the empty cells. Press Left/Right to choose a cell and Up/Down (or a number key) to change the number in the selected cell. Press OK to check the result. You'll win if you can open the door in time. But, if you run out of time, the game is over. |276Catch up with a fleeing suspect! Press Up/Down to shift gears and Left/Right to steer. You win if you pass the suspect's car. You lose if you fall too far behind, or hit another vehicle. |276You have limited time to score the required number of points. Press Up/Down/ Left/Right to aim and OK to shoot. The gun reloads automatically after every 6 shots. |Up/Down or '2' / '8' - select feature.|Left/Right or '4' / '6' - change selected feature.|OK or '5' - check the result. Check button must be selected.|Up/Down/Left/Right or '2' / '8' / '4' / '6' - move cursor.|OK or '5' - select a hint or place an item into a room if a clue is selected.|Left/Right - choose function button or a cell.|Up/Down - change number in selected cell.|OK - press function button or confirm.|Left/Right - move cursor.|Up/Down - change number in selected cell.|Number key - enter cipher in selected cell.|OK - check the result.|Up/Down or '2' / '8' - shift gear.|Left/Right or '4' / '6' - steer left or right.|OK or '5' - increase gear.|Up/Down/Left/Right or '2' / '8' / '4' / '6' - move sight.|OK or '5' - shoot.|276Up, Down, Left, Right - change menu item.|OK - choose menu item.|right softkey - go back to previous screen.| |TEXT INPUT:|Used in High Scores table to input player's name.|Type in your name and press OK to enter it.|right softkey - delete.|276Kojak: Detective puzzles.|Version: 1.0.02|Published by Ojom GmbH|(c) 2006 Ojom GmbH| |Kojak is a trademark and copyright of Universal Studios.  Licensed by Universal Studios Licensing LLLP.  All Rights Reserved.| |Designed by Reaxion Corp.|Reaxion is a registered|trademark or trademark of|Reaxion Corp. in the United|States and/or other countries.| |Reprogrammed by C4M| |using Rapid-M|Rapid-M (c) 2006 Ojom GmbH| |Build: v550|Language: English|276The name's Kojak. Theo to my friends, Mister Kojak to my clients. They're a varied bunch, all different but all the same. They're all looking for something, or someone. Why? Well, that's what makes them different from each other. Some want justice, some want revenge, and some just want to know the truth. So why do they go to the cops? Because something is stopping them handling things themselves. They don't know what to do, or they're too honest to do it themselves, or too afraid. I guess it never occurs to them that the police might feel the same way. I'll show you what I mean.|276My first story sounds pretty straightforward, but there was more to it than anyone thought.|The only witness - a fine example of the city's gilded youth - sat staring into space, sometimes crooning to himself or giggling like an idiot. He spent several minutes examining the patterns in the wood of the tabletop. I waited for whatever he'd taken to work its way out of his system, hoping that before he crashed he'd tell me something about the dead girl. We didn't even have an ID on her.|Finally he started making sense. He mentioned a guy he had seen with her in a bar. I called in a police artist and we put together a composite picture.|276I knew that face like I knew myself in the mirror. Ron Taylor, a.k.a. "Pin", bank robber and stickup artist. We knew he'd pulled at least a dozen jobs that were still sitting in the "unsolved" files, but he was smart and careful. We'd never been able to pin anything on him in court.|Murder was a new line of business for him, though. It might give us a chance to nail him. I took the picture, and headed for the bar.|276The joint was classier than I expected, both for Ron and for the neighborhood. I showed the picture to the barman, and caught his eyes flicking over my shoulder. Looking around, I caught a glimpse of a young man who was leaving the bar in a hurry.|I got outside just in time for him to try and run me down with his car. This was not Ron Taylor's M.O. at all. I decided to follow him.|276New York isn't the best place for a car chase, and a major traffic jam made it easy to catch up with him. I was expecting to see Ron Taylor, but I found a different bank robber in the driver's seat: Gerald Buckstone, a small- timer with a fondness for cheap champagne and cheesy discos.|- Gerald, it's been a long time! In a hurry?|- Uh - Mister Kojak! Was I driving too fast or something? |- I just wanted to say hello. Say, have you seen Ron Taylor lately?|- Who? Never heard of him.|- Okay, never mind. Drive carefully, now.|276Buckstone was the nervous type, which made him a very bad liar.|I ordered surveillance on his car, and found out he made regular calls from a certain payphone. It was easy enough to put a tap on the line and listen in. As I thought, he called Ron Taylor. All we had to do was trace the number.|276The number where Buckstone called Taylor turned out to be another payphone. That wasn't much help, but at least that gave us a rough idea of where Taylor was hiding. We informed the local precinct, and had the phone booth put under a 24 hour watch. Taylor never showed. I didn't think he would.|276Just when I thought the case had gone cold, a report came in of a dead body matching Taylor's description. I got there in a hurry.|It was a cheap eatery. Taylor had argued with someone, who had stuck a knife in his gut and taken off. I took a look around.|276Everything pointed to Gerald Buckstone. I had multiple witnesses, a piece of his cheesy shades, and the murder weapon. His prints were on the knife.|I got an arrest warrant, and collared him so fast he didn't know what hit him.|276It turned out that the girl had been in on a robbery with Taylor and Buckstone. It was the old story - an argument over splitting the loot. Getting rid of the girl was Taylor's idea, but Buckstone did the job. He found he had a taste for murder, and decided to dispose of Taylor so he wouldn't have to share with anyone.|But Ron had covered himself. The loot was in a safe, and no one knew the whole combination. I needed that safe open.|276$100,000 in cash is a good enough reason for murder. They had fenced everything, and the rightful owners would never see their valuables again. But that wasn't my problem.|I'd solved a robbery as well as the murder. Gerald Buckstone was behind bars for life, and the elusive Ron Taylor had gone to the great penitentiary in the sky.|But some things still bothered me. Was anyone else in on the job - and who had bought the stolen goods?|276William Gable was a successful lawyer, a senior partner in the firm of Gable and Stowcroft, specialists in discrimination cases. He was also a very unhappy guy. I looked at the empty safe that was the cause of his distress.|- It's a Bastion 6000, - he complained. - I was assured it was impregnable.|- What was inside? - I asked.|- Securities, a little cash, some papers relating to a case I'm working on. Nothing much.|276It surprised me that this cracked safe seemed to worry Gable more than the dead doorman who had been found near his apartment. It looked like the old man heard something, went to investigate and paid for his curiosity with his life.|The pieces of the puzzle came together as I examined the crime scene.|276- So, Mr. Gable, according to your statement, only your cook Bryan could have gotten past the doorman and into your apartment. He had the apartment key, but not the key to your safe. He must have made some noise opening it. Do you know where he is?|- He called earlier today to say he was ill and wouldn't be coming to work.|- That's convenient. Since we don't have a photograph of him, could you work with a police artist to create a composite we can use? The sooner we find him, the better.|276Thirty minutes later, Mr. Gable and I were back at the office working on Bryan's sketch.|276If Mr. Gable's Irish cook looked anything like that picture, I wouldn't trust him with a pair of chopsticks, let alone sharp knives. Gable insisted it was a good likeness. I made sure it was circulated to every police precinct, TV station, and bulletin board in the city.|We didn't have long to wait. A call came in from a gas station on the outskirts of town. He had filled up for a long journey. Maybe he was planning to run for Mexico. The weather was taking a turn for the worse. That would slow him down. I set out after him.|276I found the gas station with no trouble. The owner was sure the driver was Bryan, and showed me which way he had gone. I called headquarters to alert the Highway Patrol, and went after him.|Forty minutes later, I saw his car ahead of me. As soon as I hit the siren, he put the pedal to the metal and took off.|276Bryan overestimated his abilities as a driver. I caught up to his car and he bailed out and tried to run. But, I tackled him.|- So, Bryan, - I said, as I put the cuffs on him, - Where were you going in such a hurry? Mexico? Or back to Ireland, maybe?|- Take it easy, mister. I ain't done nothin' wrong!|- Well, we can go downtown and discuss that in detail if you like. Or, you can tell me who wanted whatever was in Mr. Gable's safe. In return, I'll report that you turned yourself in voluntarily and are cooperating with my investigation. What do you say?|276Fear and greed wrestled each other across the Irishman's face. It wasn't a hard fight. Two minutes later, I had the location of the luggage locker where he had stored the papers. The only thing he didn't know was the combination to the locker door.|276At last the lock clicked and the locker door swung open. Inside was everything Gable reported missing: securities, cash, legal paperwork. There were a few extras, too. Photos of Gable at a high- class restaurant with one Lee Pang, a big name in New York's illegal gambling industry; and an audio cassette. I went back to the office to listen to it.|276I played the tape. A number was dialed; the phone at the other end rang and was picked up.|- Everything as usual?| - Yes, my friend, everything as usual.|- Ten percent, and the case will be thrown out.|- Agreed.|Interesting. I needed that phone number.|276The phone number belonged to William Gable. I called it.|- Good evening, Mr. Gable. Detective Kojak speaking?|- Hello, Detective. I trust you're calling to tell me you found my documents? |- Oh, yes, Mr. Gable. I have them here.|- Wonderful news! When can I collect them?|- I'll see you soon. In the meantime, find the best lawyer you can afford - and don't leave town.|- What do you mean?|- "Ten percent, and the case will be thrown out." - I said, imitating the voice from the tape - Gable's voice. He hung up without a word.|Something still bothered me. He obviously hadn't known about the photos and the tape. So where had they come from?|276Working on these two cases, I couldn't shake the feeling that something, or someone, was pulling the strings, leading me to the right answers. Or at least, to the answers I was supposed to find. I decided I needed a break, and headed for the shooting range.|276I was close to a new precinct record, but just as I was lining up my last shot, the door flew open behind me and in came a breathless Ned Root. My shot went wide - no record for me today. Ned said there was an emergency - a hostage situation.|276Ned filled me in as we drove. An armored car heist had gone wrong: two robbers escaped in a car, and three more were holed up in a gun store. They wanted safe passage out of the country, or in two hours they were going to start killing hostages. Then, we saw a car in front of us matching the vehicle used by the other robbers.|276The driver's nerves were shot. He didn't fit between two cars and lost speed. That was his fatal mistake. Fifteen minutes later, two pairs of handcuffs found their owners. They were two rather famous robbers: Fridrick Tyl and his counterpart Hans Weiss.|276The entire take - about $200,000 in cash - was in the crashed car. It turned out the Germans had double-crossed their three cronies and taken off to split the dough two ways instead of five. Now they wouldn't get anything except jail time.|The gang had an inside man at the bank, who tipped them off about the armored car's schedule. Tyl and Weiss didn't know his name, but we got a description and called in a police artist.|276The face looked familiar, but I couldn't pin a name to it. I looked through books of mug shots, with no luck. Then it hit me. I went to the archives and pulled the case file on the murdered doorman and Gable's safe. There was our man, right there in the photos along with Gable and Lee Pang, the illegal gambling king. But, I still didn't know who he was!|276I had another talk with the robbers. They were getting their orders from a luggage locker at the railroad station. Every time, the combination was different, and they didn't know the new one until they heard from their boss. I made a note of the locker number and went to the station.|276The locker opened after a little tinkering. The hostage takers' deadline was approaching fast; I needed something that would convince them to surrender.|Inside the locker was an envelope, containing a severed ear in a clear plastic bag and a typed note: "You took the money of Mr. Lee Pang. That was a mistake. Mr. Pang's counselor, with whom you conspired, has betrayed you. See you at your funeral".|276These guys were in big trouble. I let the hostage negotiation team know about my discovery, and they let me listen to a recording of a call made from the store. It mentioned Lee Pang. I needed to find out who they had called.|276When I dialed the number, I got no answer. It was traced to the apartment of one Terrence Johnson, and I went to check it out. Inside the apartment was chaos. It looked like someone had torn the place apart searching for something. In the mess I found photos of Johnson. He still had both his ears in the pictures, and he was definitely the guy who had been with Lee Pang and Gable. But, where was Johnson now?|276Once the hostage takers learned that Lee Pang was after them, it wasn't long before they wanted to make a deal in exchange for police protection. We told them to surrender, and we'd consider their case. Despite their threats, no one had been harmed. Life in prison was still life, which was more than they could expect from Pang.|276Judge Charles Ebbing had just been found murdered. No sooner was the report on my desk, than I received a very strange phone call.|- Detective Kojak?|- Speaking. Who is this?|- A friend. I have a name for you.|- What name?|- Nick Rey killed Charles Ebbing. You'll find him at the Double Comfort Hotel.|The caller hung up. - Thanks, buddy, - I said to the dead phone, and went to get a warrant.|When I got to the Double Comfort, though, the warrant was no use. Nick Rey was lying in the bathroom with his throat cut. I examined the scene.|276Nick Rey had checked into the hotel with a man. It looked like he was the main suspect. I started to question the hotel's staff and guests.|276I questioned everyone who could have seen him. It seems he was easy to remember. I started working to turn the witness descriptions into a picture.|276Figuring out how Nick and this man were acquainted wasn't so easy. One of the hotel's bartenders remembered seeing somebody of Nick's description talking to him, but that was all I found out.|I felt like I was missing something, something important. I went back to Judge Ebbing's case file, to try and find a link to either Nick Rey or the mystery man. I found a link, but not to either of them. Gable's name appeared again and again in the records of Ebbing's cases. Had he been involved with Gable and Lee Pang?|276I pulled the files on Judge Ebbing's last case. It was the armored car heist and the subsequent hostage situation. Ebbing had made some notes in the margins, referring to additional documents in his office safe. No one but the Judge had known the combination; I needed to get it open without damaging the contents.|276The safe's contents told me I had been right. Ebbing and Gable had been fixing trials. Some had been dismissed on legal technicalities, and in others Ebbing had awarded unusually light sentences to those convicted. So had Ebbing crossed someone powerful? Had he fallen out with Lee Pang? Every answer led to another question.|276I went back over everything, looking for any clue, any hint that I might have missed. One day, two days, three - but I was getting nowhere. It was time for some creative thinking.|A manager at one of Pang's gambling joints had been feeding us information, but was too scared to testify. I went to see him. When he saw me at the door he tried to melt into the crowd - but I wasn't about to let him do that.|276- Hello, Jack. Where are you going?|- Theo, you know?|- That's Mister Kojak to you!|- Mr. Kojak, you see, I just got a phone call - my little sister's in the hospital.|- Right, Jack, and I'm the Easter Bunny.|I showed him the mystery man's picture.|- Ever seen him?|- Never. Listen, I ...|- I think you're lying, Jack. If you remember anything, call me.|- Okay, Mr. Kojak.|- I mean it, Jack. You call me right away.|- I got you, I got you!|276When I got back to the office, there was an envelope on my desk. It contained a press clipping saying that one Charles Welsh had died in a car crash. With a sinking feeling, I compared the picture of Mister Welsh with the mystery man's picture. Too late again. Nick's killer was dead. I decided to calm my nerves on the shooting range.|276The Commissioner was at the range, putting a bullet after bullet in the target. I joined him.|- You look tense, Theo. Is it this Ebbing case?|- It's all of them. Three dead bodies, and nowhere to go.|- They just got what they deserved. They're all killers. Well, apart from the Judge.|- What do you mean, boss?|- I have my own sources. As a matter of fact, some of them were helping you with these cases.|I must have looked surprised. He smiled.|- Mr. Lee Pang has kindly agreed to cooperate with us, after we disposed of his assistants.|- So it was all planned?|- Not everything, but a substantial part. The main thing is, we managed to win over Lee Pang. Thanks to you, to a great extent. Good job, Theo.|276And that's how we got one of our best agents. Was it justice? I'm still trying to decide. But I know I don't feel right about some of it.|You need to choose the head.|You need to choose the ears.|You need to choose the eyes.|You need to choose the nose.|You need to choose the lips.|You need to choose the|eyebrows.|Press OK to check your|composite!|Remember the suspect's face.|Press OK|Mistakes: |WRONG!|Too many mistakes.|Press OK.|Completed! Press OK.|Clues tell where |items are.|One item is one room to the|left of the other.|One item is to the |left of the other.|The items are |in the same room.|One item is under |the other.|Choose a clue and |press OK to select.|Choose the right location |for an item.|Press OK to put the selected|item into a room.|The goal is to put everything|into the right room|Press Up/Down to choose a|number.|View a phone tap diagram.|Recreate a phone number.|Dial a phone number.|Input all digits before dialing.|Dialing...|Out of time! Press OK.|Wrong Number!|Connected! 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