The Pilot
(with Loretta Swit as Cagney)
Original Airdate: October 8, 1981

[Queens]

(7.00 A.M. on a weekday. Outside the Laceys' apartment the residents move their cars to the other side of the street)

[Laceys' kitchen]

(Michael gets his breakfast cereal out of the cupboard)
MICHAEL: What are we having for dinner, Dad?
HARVEY: Ham and runner bean casserole.
MICHAEL: Yuk!
HARVEY: Yuk you.
(Harvey Jr. comes in and gets his cereal out)
HARVEY JR: I know what that means. What did you do?
MICHAEL: I didn't do that. All that he said to me 'Yuk you'.
HARVEY JR: Dad said that? Howard's dad said that.
(Mary Beth comes in putting on her uniform jacket)
MARY BETH: Hey, you two!
MICHAEL: You know what daddy said?
HARVEY: Never mind.
(she kisses the children and goes to Harvey)
MARY BETH: I gotta go.
HARVEY: No breakfast?
MARY BETH: No I've gotta pick up Chris. ...Look, why don't you get a babysitter and, um, maybe we could take in a show later, huh?
(Harvey pulls back from Mary Beth's romantic pinch. Mary Beth turns to the children)
MARY BETH: You guys. Don't you give your daddy any static, or I'll come home and arrest you.
MICHAEL: Aw, aw.
HARVEY JR: Aw, aw's right.

[Manhattan]

(the garbage men are emptying the bins)

[Bachelor's apartment]

(Chris is in bed with him)
BACHELOR: Ah, the earth moved.
CHRISTINE: It's the garbage truck.
(Chris looks at a clock)
CHRISTINE: Wow!
(she shoots out of bed)
CHRISTINE [OC]: Are you all right?
BACHELOR: Oh yeah. You were terrific.
CHRISTINE: New York's Finest.
BACHELOR: Hey, maybe couldn't you get the day off. We could er ...or Central Park. I could rent a boat, pack a lunch. ...Hey, maybe we could drive out to the island. I know a great lobster spot there. ...Connecticut, that's it, Connecticut! Have you ever been to the Stony Wood Inn?
(Chris comes in dressed in her uniform and gives him a hug. Her badge catches his face)
BACHELOR: Ow!
CHRISTINE: Sorry.
BACHELOR: Hey, you know what? I never made love with a cop before.
(as Chris starts to leave)
BACHELOR: I'll see you again? Right?
CHRISTINE: I'll call you.

[Manhattan]

(Mary Beth arrives outside the bachelor's apartment in her car having checked the address on a piece of paper. Chris comes out and gets in)

[Mary Beth's car]

(after some time)
CHRISTINE: Hi ya.
MARY BETH: Thought you were having dinner with your father.
CHRISTINE: He's in bed by ten.
MARY BETH: That was a new one. Where did you find him?
CHRISTINE: Well, it's a long cab drive back from Brooklyn, you know?
MARY BETH: That can be dangerous, Chris.
CHRISTINE: I'm a cop I can take care of myself.
MARY BETH: So where does it say in the Police Manual you can't get a social disease?
CHRISTINE: Harvey have another headache?
MARY BETH: Those are real headaches. They are...
CHRISTINE: OK.
(Chris interjects while Mary Beth reminds her Harvey is out of work)
MARY BETH: ...a year and a half, and it begins to pray on his mind.
CHRISTINE: I don't know. It should be getting easier. He used to be the only one on the block, now half the country is unemployed.
MARY BETH: He says he doesn't feel valuable. So I say 'Because you don't feel valuable I'm beginning to feel not so valuable'.
CHRISTINE: Do you remember the reporter we met when we were guarding the mayor? He was dynamite and he really dug you.
MARY BETH: Knock it off.
CHRISTINE: It would improve your disposition.
MARY BETH: There's nothing wrong with my disposition. ...And stop smiling like that.
CHRISTINE: Who's smiling?
(Mary Beth flips down Chris's sun shield so she can see herself in the mirror)
CHRISTINE: Oh. Hello. Maybe I could give him a call.
(they are laughing when a man carrying two bags comes furtively out of a door)
CHRISTINE: Brake!

[Manhattan street]

(Mary Beth reverses the car and they shout and leap out, guns drawn)
CHRISTINE: Hold it!
MARY BETH: Halt!
(the man gets into an apartment building and the door locks. Chris punches all the apartment call buttons)
INTERCOM VOICE: Who is it?
MARY BETH: He's going up.
CHRISTINE: Come on, come on!
MARY BETH: Wake up, wake up!
(various residents respond)
CHRISTINE: Here baby! Buzz me in!
(the door opens as Mary Beth sees her car hijacked)
MARY BETH: Hey! ...That's my car!
CHRISTINE: Come on!
(Chris follows the man up the stairs and Mary Beth takes the lift to the top where she sees the man has gone out onto the roof. She indicates down to Chris what has happened and cautiously follows him out)

[Apartment block roof]

(out on the roof Mary Beth sees a group of people bagging up drugs through a skylight. Chris arrives and goes the other way and sees the man)
CHRISTINE: Hold it!
(she is tackled by the man and manages to throw him)
MARY BETH: (to the man) Don't do it!
(she runs over gets the cuffs on him)
CHRISTINE: (to the man) OK, come on you.
MARY BETH: Wait, wait.
CHRISTINE: What?
MARY BETH: Put him over here.
(they cuff him to a drainpipe)
CHRISTINE: What?
MARY BETH: I think ...they're cutting heroin over there.
CHRISTINE: You're kidding!
MARY BETH: Look, just like the (possibly from a contemporary American movie or TV programme or book).
CHRISTINE: Where?
(Mary Beth indicates the skylight)
CHRISTINE: Show me.
MARY BETH: Right there.
MARY BETH [OC]: What do you think?
CHRISTINE [OC]: What a collar.
MARY BETH: Chris!
CHRISTINE: We can do this.
MARY BETH: There's four guys with guns.
CHRISTINE: Do you wanna make detective.
MARY BETH: You know a cop that doesn't? ...Chris, even if we make the bust, how are we going to get them back to the station?
CHRISTINE: We'll take a cab.
(they lift two of the skylight windows)
CHRISTINE/MARY BETH: Freeze!
(one of the drug men goes to draws his gun)
CHRISTINE: Don't do it!
(he does and Chris shoots him)
CHRISTINE: On the floor, everybody. ...Now! Where I can see you. ...(to Mary Beth) Go get their guns. ...Next week, plain clothes.

[Captain Wells' office]

(Chris and Mary Beth are standing in front of the fireplace dressed as hookers)
CHRISTINE: You call this plain clothes?
CAPTAIN WELLS: Well the John detail is a very important assignment.
CHRISTINE: With all the crime going down, we gotta trap some horny bastards.
MARY BETH: She means the victims of crime. Look we're good cops.
CAPTAIN WELLS: Why do think you got promoted and look that was a terrific collar you kids made. Like real policemen.
MARY BETH: We are real policemen.
CHRISTINE: And we want off this cleavage detail.
CAPTAIN WELLS: Look, I'm gonna run it down for you. The approach must be explicit. You know what I mean?
MARY BETH: Maybe ...maybe you should spell it out for us, Captain Wells.
CHRISTINE: She's a mother and I'm not even a married woman.
MARY BETH: Yet!
CAPTAIN WELLS: (uneasily) Look, the John must be explicit ...for the team to make a bust.
CHRISTINE: Could you give us an example?
CAPTAIN WELLS: Sure. You stand there ...looking provocative, you know? ...That's good. Very, very good. Then the John comes along and he says, um, 'Are you busy?' and you say 'No.' but then you say to him 'What do you want?'
(the duo is hanging on Captain Wells' every word)
CAPTAIN WELLS: He says ...he says...
CHRISTINE/MARY BETH: He says?
CAPTAIN WELLS: He says something ...explicit. ...Oh, you'll know it when you hear it.
(the duo looks at one another knowingly!)

[Precinct front desk office]

(Captain Wells leads the duo out through the hubbub of the office. The Desk Sergeant, Coleman, is listening to a suspect)
PICKPOCKET: I didn't have my hands on him. No way.
DETECTIVE: Come on, let's have it.
PICKPOCKET: Look, I ain't got nothing.
(the detective gives the pickpocket a nudge and a bunch of wallets falls onto the floor out of the pickpocket's long coat)
PICKPOCKET: Hey, this ain't my coat!

[Detectives' Squad room]

(Petrie gets up from his desk and goes to a filing cabinet)
PETRIE: You can't find anything around here.
(Captain Wells comes in with the duo)
CAPTAIN WELLS: Men! We've got a couple of welcome new additions to the precinct, This here's Detectives Lacey (indicating Chris) and Cagney. (indicating Mary Beth)
CHRISTINE: (pointing to herself) Cagney and (pointing to Mary Beth) Lacey.
CAPTAIN WELLS: (pointing around the office) Samuels ...Petrie ...Isbecki ...Davidson.
CHRISTINE: Which is our desk?
CAPTAIN WELLS: Oh, we'll work something out. You'll meet the rest of the guys later, ...Taylor, ...Haun ...the rest, OK.
CHRISTINE: Over there would be good.
MARY BETH: She means the desk.
CAPTAIN WELLS: Oh yeah, the desk. Oh, don't worry, you'll get a desk, a phone, the works. We're a team around here. We work close.
(Isbecki gets up and leans against the wall, leering at the duo in their hooker's outfits).
ISBECKI: Yeah.
CAPTAIN WELLS: I want to get something straight here, you understand. We all heard a lot about masculine chauvinists the last couple of years. Well, we're not gonna have any of that. Maybe there's been problems in the other precincts but around here they're gonna be treated like equals. Go get 'em, girls.
(with that he slaps them both on the butt and leaves. Throughout this Samuels has been glued to the phone)
SAMUELS: (into phone) Forty-seventh and Sixth. Yeah, yeah, I got it. Right, OK, sit tight and we'll be there. ...Right Petrie, let's go.
PETRIE: No, no, I can't. We have...
SAMUELS: Come on! This is murder.
PETRIE: You can say that again.
(as Samuels and Petrie leave)
SAMUELS: Excuse me, ...girls.
(the duo looks at one another and leaves. Isbecki and Davidson have a verbal/visual nudge, nudge, wink, wink)

[West 47th Street]

(the duo are on the John detail)

[Surveillance van]

(Chris is nearby)
DAVIDSON: Got legs on that broad, eh?
ISBECKI: Davidson, you're talking about a fellow officer.
DAVIDSON: Yeah, don't know what came over me, I'm a married man.

[West 47th Street]

(Chris is approached)
INDECISIVE JOHN: Are you busy?
CHRISTINE: No.
INDECISIVE JOHN: What's the, er, tariff?
CHRISTINE: What do you want?
INDECISIVE JOHN: What do I want?
CHRISTINE: Yeah, what do you want ...in detail.
INDECISIVE JOHN: It's... It's my first time. I'd thought you'd know. Never mind, I better find somebody more experienced. Thanks anyway. Have a nice day.

[Surveillance van]

DAVIDSON: You know, Gladys, um, she ain't too thrilled about our having broads on the precinct.
ISBECKI: Tell her she ought to be glad it ain't you in that gear.
DAVIDSON: Yeah, ha, ha.
ISBECKI: You know the other one? She's married.
DAVIDSON: Yeah. Well she sure don't look it.

[West 47th Street]

(Mary Beth is approached)
MACHO JOHN: How much?
MARY BETH: What do you want?
MACHO JOHN: I want you to rub peanut butter all over me. I don't want you to miss a spot.
MARY BETH: Er, could, er, you be more explicit.
MACHO JOHN: You putting me on?
MARY BETH: No, ...no. I want you to tell me ...exactly what it is you want me ...to do for you.
(Mary Beth sees her car go by)
MARY BETH: Hey!
(she runs out into the road)
MARY BETH: That's my car!
(she runs after it but it turns off round a corner so she rushes to the surveillance van, bangs on the door and gets Isbecki and Davidson out)
MARY BETH: Follow that car! That's my car! That creep stole my car!
DAVIDSON: You had that John pulled.
ISBECKI: Yeah, now we'll never know if he wanted chunky or creamy.

[Precinct stairwell]

(the duo come up the stairs still dressed as hookers to find two desks on a landing)
MARY BETH: It may not be art.
CHRISTINE: You're right. Art is in the toilet. Excuse me, the Ladies' room.

[Detectives' Squad room]

SAMUELS: You can't tell me that's an outside job. That joint's built like a fortress.
(the duo come in)
TAYLOR [OC]: Diamond broker kills another diamond broker. The ice doesn't hit the street.
PETRIE: Twice in eight months.
HAUN: Well, if they're not fencing this stuff, what they doing with it? (seeing the duo) Downstairs girls.
PETRIE: (to Haun) Detectives. Cagney, ...Lacey.
HAUN: Sorry. This is my partner, Taylor, I'm Haun.
CHRISTINE: Nice meeting you. ...We can't work out there.
TAYLOR: Call me Bernie.
MARY BETH: It's temporary ...in the hallway.
(Chris points to a large pile of files in boxes)
CHRISTINE: Over there would be just fine...
PETRIE: Wait, wait...
CHRISTINE: We could move in over there.
PETRIE: ...I'm tying to organise this room. I've got to go through all this stuff and all that stuff before I move anything. The files have been here since before they conned the indians out of the island.
(Davidson and Isbecki come in)
MARY BETH: Which of you guys had to wear these frills before we came on?
CHRISTINE: Or there wasn't a John detail before we got here, right?
DAVIDSON: Wasn't no one to do it.
ISBECKI: Yeah, if you want a butt, you've got to have it. Hey, we kid each other around here a lot, er, don't we guys?
(Samuels is putting on his jacket)
SAMUELS: All right you guys, listen, if you get a call I'm going to be at home.
CHRISTINE: Was it the same MO.? ...Friedlander, the other diamond merchant. You never cracked that case, did you?
SAMUELS: Same MO. Hey, your mascara's running.

[Locker room]

(Chris is changing out of her hooker gear behind a makeshift screen)
MARY BETH: I'm missing something. Anyway why can't we have a crack at it? I don't know why they're so pig-headed?
CHRISTINE: He even looks like a pig.
MARY BETH [OC]: Give him a chance.
CHRISTINE: I'd like to give him... Aren't you gonna change?
MARY BETH: No, no... I thought I'd just...
CHRISTINE: Ha, ha, ha.
MARY BETH: Stop smiling like that!
CHRISTINE: If that doesn't turn Harvey on, bury him!
MARY BETH: Maybe I should take out an insurance policy first. What are you gonna to do tonight?
CHRISTINE: Oh, I'm... I'm just... just hanging out.
MARY BETH: Chris?
CHRISTINE: It's been eight months since that first guy was killed. Samuels doesn't have the brains he was born with.
MARY BETH: You stay out of it. They'll give us a real case once we've been here a while.
CHRISTINE: OK, lighten up. Say 'Hi' to Harve.
MARY BETH: I'll give you a bell.
(as Mary Beth goes to leave she turns back to Chris)
MARY BETH: And like...
CHRISTINE: Don't forget, be explicit.
MARY BETH: Don't you forget, be cool.

[Detectives' Squad room]

(later that evening Chris is going through the murders' files. Petrie comes in and Chris realises he is looking at her. She shakes her head and smiles)

[Pistol range]

MARY BETH [OC]: You had no business there in the first place.
(two shots ring out. The duo is practising)
CHRISTINE: What I do on my own time is up to me.
MARY BETH: Yeah, why don't you go back to your old hobby?
(more shots)
MARY BETH: You'll only get their backs up.
CHRISTINE: I'm not gonna give up a chance to prove we can do the job. We're gonna have to show them or we're gonna be stuck on that John detail forever.
MARY BETH: They're probably just testing us a little. It's just natural. We're the first women detectives in the precinct. Imagine what Petrie went through.
CHRISTINE: I guess there are easier ways to get your consciousness raised.
MARY BETH: It's their case. They've been working on it for a year. They don't want to hear about it from you.
CHRISTINE: So I should just keep smiling and taking it. Thank you. I bet you smile in your sleep!
(Chris realises she's gone over the top)
MARY BETH: Not lately.
(Mary Beth lets off a determined volley)

[West 47th Street]

(Female is on her beat, so is Chris. A client approaches Chris. Female steps towards him)
FEMALE: Hey baby, black is beautiful.
CLIENT: Look I hope you don't think it has anything to do with that. I mean, because it doesn't. I mean it's a waste. It's not that your waist's not worth it. You've got a terrific waist. But maybe next time. OK, sweetheart.
FEMALE: I'm gonna call the ACL. Are you...
CHRISTINE: Just tell me what you want, honey.
FEMALE: Oh baby, you don't have to tell me what you want. I know what you want.
CHRISTINE: (to Female) Back off.
CLIENT: Hey ladies, ladies. Look, I'm on my lunch hour.
FEMALE: Oh baby, I'm gonna have you back to your office in twenty minutes and you'll be smiling.
CLIENT: No way. Try to understand.
(as Chris begins to move off with the client Female swings her round)
FEMALE: Hey, look. I don't want no independent action around here. On this corner you work for Sugar or you don't work.
(they begin pushing one another around)
FEMALE: You just go and find another corner.
CHRISTINE: Hold on.
FEMALE: Get out of here. You don't belong here.

[Surveillance van]

DAVIDSON: What do we do now?
ISBECKI: We don't blow her cover. She's a cop. She can handle it.

[West 47th Street]

(they are still pushing one another and arguing. Chris puts a lock on Female's wrist and backs her to a wall)
FEMALE: What are you doing?
CHRISTINE: Just cool down, huh?
(Chris turns and walks away. Female feels her wrist)

[Captain Wells' office]

CAPTAIN WELLS: The name of the game is to ke... If you make a bust you'll get your promotion. Simple as that.
CHRISTINE: Those streets are full of real crime.
CAPTAIN WELLS: There aren't enough policemen around to solve one tenth. Now the commissioner wants those broads off the street. Drugs, prostitution, prostitution and drugs.
CHRISTINE: Well, then let's go after the pushers.
CAPTAIN WELLS: ...Look, you're a good cop. You'll get your chance. ...Good night, Lacey. ...Cagney.
CHRISTINE: Good night.

[Detectives' Squad room]

(Samuels has been on the phone)
SAMUELS: Sit and shiva. There's two goddamn murders to solve and all they do is sit and shiva. Who did shiva anymore?
PETRIE: Nobody up on the hundred and thirty-fifth.
SAMUELS: You know what shiva is?

[Precinct landing]

(Chris is sitting at her desk as Samuels comes out)
PETRIE [OC]: If you're Orthodox Jewish, seven days.
SAMUELS: While they're deep in prayer we're getting a cold trail.
(Chris makes a note)

[Locker room]

(Mary Beth is putting on her hooker gear)
CHRISTINE: Maybe you ought to see a marriage councillor ...or a sexual therapist.
MARY BETH: I'm going to a meeting...
CHRISTINE: PTA?
MARY BETH: You wouldn't be interested.
CHRISTINE: Try me.
MARY BETH: Some of the women are thinking about forming a union.
CHRISTINE: What women? Those women! A union!
MARY BETH: Yeah! They get pushed from every direction.
CHRISTINE: That's a job description.
MARY BETH: You know, Shanghai, the little one with long dark hair. She always wears a kimono.
CHRISTINE: Yeah, yeah. The Chinese.
MARY BETH: She's Puerto Rican. She got hooked by her old man. He beat her, he beats the kids, takes all the dough and money she earns.
CHRISTINE: So what are you gonna do about it?
MARY BETH: You want to come with me? A lot of these women are too scared to talk about organising It.
CHRISTINE: Yeah, well they should be. Their pimps are bad news. Where's the meeting?
MARY BETH: I got the address.
CHRISTINE: Just write it down. I've gotta do something first.
MARY BETH: What?
CHRISTINE: Just something... ...something...
MARY BETH: Right...

[Goldman apartment]

(the shiva is in progress. In one room the men are sitting round a table chanting. In another room the women are sitting and standing around with tea and cakes. Chris comes in)
CHRISTINE: Excuse me could you point out Mrs. Goldman to me.
(one woman indicates another sitting on an easy chair)
CHRISTINE: Excuse me. Mrs. Goldman?
MRS. GOLDMAN: Yes?

[Hookers' meeting]

(Mary Beth is there)
HOOKER #1: It can be done. We've got fourteen chapters developing in ten states.
HOOKER #2: Legalise. It's the only way.
HOOKER #1: Not legalise. Decriminalise. Important point. Look, we don't need more laws. That just gives the cops more ways to hassle us and get their cut.
MARY BETH: Yeah, right, yeah, they're a... um, er...
(she dries up)
HOOKER #1: So what do you think? Do we talk union?

[Goldman apartment]

MRS. GOLDMAN: How did you know my husband?
CHRISTINE: I didn't know your husband. I'm a policewoman. Detective.
MRS. GOLDMAN: This is not the time.
CHRISTINE: I know. I know that. I appreciate that. I understand the pain you're going through but, Mrs. Goldman, we're trying to help.
MRS. GOLDMAN: Help? ...My husband is dead. Let him rest in peace.
(the men begin to come out of the other room)
CHRISTINE: I'm trying to do my job. We mustn't let a murderer get away.
MRS. GOLDMAN: Please go away. Have some respect.
(as Mrs. Goldman is saying this Chris notices a number tattooed on her wrist)
CHRISTINE: I'm sorry. I'll go.

[Hookers' meeting]

HOOKER #3: I don't mind telling you, I'm scared. If my dude knew so much as I'd just come here...
HOOKER #4: Listen baby, Sugar's my man, and you know what the government report says? 'Sugars can kill you.'
HOOKER #1: That's all the more reason why we have to organise. Together we have strength.
HOOKER #2: I've been talking as you said. This ain't much of a chapter.
HOOKER #3 [OC]: Gotta keep talking.
HOOKER #2: I keep talking. Female keeps talking. I will not cheat on my dude.
(there's a knock at the door. Chris has arrived)
CHRISTINE: Sorry. Sorry. Had a nice one, ...in Scarsdale.
MARY BETH: Want a cigarette?
CHRISTINE: Thanks. So. Fill me in. What's happened?

[New York street]

(the duo are walking along with Female)
FEMALE: Haven't I seen you before somewhere?
CHRISTINE: No.
(there is the sound of screeching tyres. The girls scatter)
FEMALE: Sugar!
(she runs off. Sugar and another guy leap out. Chris fights off one. Mary Beth is bundled into a flashy car that drives off. Chris chases after it. The car stops and throws Mary Beth out)
CHRISTINE: Are you all right?
MARY BETH: Oh. ...Yes. ...Yeah.

[Laceys' kitchen]

(Harvey gets an icepack from the fridge which he applies to Mary Beth's face)
MARY BETH: OK. ...Oo! ...Thanks.
HARVEY: Just don't move around.
(he sponges a wound on her knee)
HARVEY: You better get some x-rays tomorrow.
MARY BETH: It's bruises, Harve. I ...(to Chris) Did you get their license plate?
CHRISTINE: Didn't have to. He was after Honey. Must have been her pimp, that freak.
HARVEY: An Africanite? All right.
MARY BETH: (to Chris) I'm all right. See you in the morning.
HARVEY: Oh no you won't. Tomorrow you're gonna stay off your feet. We're gonna find out if anything's broken.
MARY BETH: I'll be all right in the morning, honest. ...Ow!
(Michael has come in)
MICHAEL: Mummy.
MARY BETH: Hey, what are you doing up, son?
MICHAEL: (baby talk)
MARY BETH: Yes darling, alright.
(she gives him a hug)
CHRISTINE: See you Friday, huh? ...Bye, Harve.
MARY BETH: (to Michael) Looks pretty silly, huh?

[Captain Wells' office]

CAPTAIN WELLS: (into phone) No. I don't have a statement. Not one you could print.
(he rings off and turns to Chris)
CAPTAIN WELLS: All right. he grabbed her in the car...
CHRISTINE: Yeah, no, no. She's OK. It's OK. He was just after one of his girls.
CAPTAIN WELLS: Well, why didn't you say?
CHRISTINE: The point is they're all in danger.
(the phone goes)
CAPTAIN WELLS: (into phone) Wells. Who? Well tell him I... Oh, never mind, I'll take it.
(he picks up the red phone)
CAPTAIN WELLS: (into phone) Good morning, Attorney. ...Oh, usual. ...Yes, yes I know you are, sir. We too. We are very concerned. Well, all I can tell you at the moment is that we are leaving no stone unturned. ...Gemstones, you know. Ha, ha. ...A little joke, sir. ...No, we're just... ...Sir... ...Your honour... I've got my best men on the case.
(the DA rings off)
CHRISTINE: I've been doing a little legwork in my spare time.
CAPTAIN WELLS: It's the convention. He wants all those broads off the street. He wants everything solved nice and tight.
CHRISTINE: You may not have to worry about those broads! The pimps are going to take them off the street for you!
CAPTAIN WELLS: Good, good.
CHRISTINE: They're human beings. They need protection.
CAPTAIN WELLS: You gonna be emotional, or are you gonna be a cop! ...Take a day off, ...Cagney.

[Precinct front desk office]

(Isbecki and Davidson are coming down the stairs as Chris goes up)
ISBECKI: Oh, Cagney. ...Er, you like, er, Polish food?
CHRISTINE: A joke?
ISBECKI: No joke. I'm a good cook.
CHRISTINE: Your place?
ISBECKI: Yeah.
CHRISTINE: That's a joke.
(Davidson holds out his hand and Isbecki gives him his winnings)

[Detectives' Squad room]

CHRISTINE: Hey Petrie.
(Petrie is looking at one of the old files)
PETRIE: You wouldn't believe this, the Lindbergh kidnapping.
CHRISTINE: It was just like you said.
PETRIE: You got in?
CHRISTINE: How do you know so much about Jewish customs.
PETRIE: I read it somewhere. I'm cursed with total recall.
CHRISTINE: Did you tell Samuels about us going?
PETRIE: I forgot.
(Samuels has come in unnoticed)
SAMUELS: Going where?

[New York bar]

CHRISTINE: Petrie, I'm so sorry.
PETRIE: Sticks and stones. He'll cool off.
CHRISTINE: I don't know how you take it. Interesting how it comes in one package. Sexism. Racism.
PETRIE: And that of course. They're fighting extinction. They know they've gotta go.
CHRISTINE: It was nice of you to try.
PETRIE: It was no favour. Sometimes you get a fresh eye on a case. You've got some fresh eye.
CHRISTINE: This face came with the mouth.
PETRIE: You didn't get anything from Goldman's widow?
CHRISTINE: She was in a camp. I saw the tattoo.
PETRIE: He was too. Not much of a clue in the diamond industry. Ninety percent of them are Jewish. A lot of the older ones went through that.
CHRISTINE: Yeah, the other one too. What's his name?
PETRIE: Friedlander. Auschwitz, same as Goldman.
CHRISTINE: Revenge?
PETRIE: Don't think so.
CHRISTINE: There were some ...who dealt with the Nazis, you know?
PETRIE: The Carpals? We looked into that. Neither Friedlander or Goldman collaborated against his people.
CHRISTINE: I'm glad I was wrong on that one. ...I don't get it.
PETRIE: Welcome to the club.
CHRISTINE: Friedlander. He had a wife.
PETRIE: You'll have a hell of lot harder time getting in to see her.

[National Jewellers Exchange]

(Chris arrives at second floor reception and talks into an intercom)
CHRISTINE: I'd like to see Mrs. Friedlander please.
RECEPTIONIST: Do you have an appointment?
CHRISTINE: Police business, about Mr. Friedlander.
RECEPTIONIST: (into phone) Mrs. Friedlander, there's a policewoman here to see us.

[Mrs. Friedlander's office]

MRS. FRIEDLANDER: I already told the police everything I know.
CHRISTINE: Would you mind telling me?
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: Why? You'll hear it differently?
CHRISTINE: Maybe.
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: My memory isn't so...
(the phone goes)
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: Yeah. Oh. Tell him I'll call him back later. ...And hold all my calls.
CHRISTINE: You were in business with your husband?
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: I took over, after there was no one else. My daughter is marred. My son ...is married. She has to live in Phoenix.
CHRISTINE: I guess you learned a lot this year, huh?
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: You wouldn't believe what I learnt.
CHRISTINE: I believe. I work mostly with men too.
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: So, what do want to know?
CHRISTINE: Were there any business enemies?
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: Naturally. He would give you the shirt off his back, monogrammed.
CHRISTINE: Anything that could have been going on of a personal nature?
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: Nothing. No, no. No personal enemies.
CHRISTINE: Personal?
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: Well, he was a Jew. It may sound crazy but show him a stranger. That makes him an enemy but you see no stranger could come in here. The place is like a detention centre. A prison.
CHRISTINE: So it must have been a trusted friend. A Jew?
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: Impossible. I saw people break down. People you really wouldn't dream ...do ...terrible things. Terrible.
CHRISTINE: In the camp?
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: Ya. Under pressure. ...Ah, but you're young. You wouldn't know.
CHRISTINE: And your husband. He was under pressure?
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: I didn't realise how much. He was always so, um, so protective you know. 'Be beautiful.' he would tell me. 'I'll ...I'll do the worrying.' But just before... For months now I would wake up in the middle of the night and see him laying there with his hands behind his head. I could smell the worry. But I didn't want him to know that I knew so I... Otherwise he would worry more, you know. ...Are you married?
(Chris shakes her head)
CHRISTINE: And what did you decide he was worried about? When you thought about it later.
(Mrs. Friedlander becomes emotional)
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: He was a Jew! And in the diamond business, you know, you can put a million dollars worth of diamonds in your pocket. I think maybe that's why there are so many Jews in the diamond business. A country decides it doesn't like you anymore, you can get on a plane fast, without luggage even. You people, you can buy gold bars. You don't have to run all the time.
CHRISTINE: My people buy hamburger. So he carried the stones.
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: We all have to, some time.
CHRISTINE: Was he insured for the stolen diamonds?
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: Stolen?! That's what they told you. Stolen. So, where are they?
CHRISTINE: What do you mean?
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: Well, as thieves steal, to sell, to make money to bank.
CHRISTINE: Why not take it out of the country?
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: No, no.
(Mrs. Friedlander takes out some papers which she shows to Chris)
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: Not in Mexico City. Not in Antwerp. Not in Tel Aviv. Not in the Arab countries. Not in Buenos Aires. Not in the Iron Curtain... No!
CHRISTINE: How can you be so certain they weren't smuggled out of the country?
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: Darling, we can't afford a CIA We have the Diamond Merchants Association. They know where every single gemstone is.
CHRISTINE: (writes down) Diamond ...Merchants ...Association.
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: Here, what you can do. You can talk to them yourself. They can't refuse to talk to a cop, ...even if she is a woman.
(she hands Chris the details)
CHRISTINE: Thank you!
(as Chris gets up to leave Mrs. Friedlander stops her)
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: Wait! Maybe I'll go with you.
(as Mrs. Friedlander puts on her coat she says a few things in Yiddish and then)
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: ...on my own.

[Diamond Merchants Association]

{a merchant is examining a gemstone with his eyepiece)
MERCHANT #1: Relapse? I thought he was repaired.
HASIDIC BROKER: He has the cataracts. He is still the best. His son, two good eyes, he should be...
MERCHANT #1: How much?
HASIDIC BROKER: For you. Nine five.
MERCHANT #1: For my son-in-law there is slappers. Nine five.
HASIDIC BROKER: It's a bargain.
(they shake hands and exchange words in Yiddish. Mrs. Friedlander comes in and greets another merchant)
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: Mannie. ...Mannie Silverman, this is Detective Cagney.
CHRISTINE: How do you do?
MANNIE: I love detectives.
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: Never mind, you still have your wife.
MANNIE: Ha, ha. A hard woman. So! You have come to arrest me? Good! First we have some lunch. I will confess to anything.
CHRISTINE: Mrs. Friedlander tells me you and her husband spent a great deal of time together.
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: Mannie. Listen. What ever it was, I want to know. I didn't, but now I want to know.
MANNIE: It is best not to know. I swear on my life, on little Yolanda's life. No woman... No. No.
CHRISTINE: Was there anything? A debt? A feud? Any worry?
MANNIE: I don't know. Listen. I really want to help. Believe me.
CHRISTINE: Why! Just another competitor out of the way. No? Business. You don't have to be Jewish to understand business.
(Chris gets up to leave)
MANNIE: That man was my brother. I loved him. I would have killed for him.
CHRISTINE: Who would you kill?
MANNIE: I don't know. If you could shake hands on a million dollars, in diamonds, but I think there was some...
CHRISTINE: What?!
MANNIE: He didn't trust me enough to tell me that. I swear he never told me. All he ever said was 'An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth.' That's all.
CHRISTINE: Thank you Mr. Silverman.
(Chris leaves and then Mrs Friedlander shakes Mannie's hand, touches his cheek and follows)

[Precinct front desk office]

PATROLMAN: A witches' coven.
(he points to the two women either side of him at the Sergeant's Desk)
COLEMAN: A what?
PATROLMAN: A coven. The witches!
COLEMAN: I can see that! What was the other one?
PATROLMAN: Fortune telling without a licence.
COLEMAN: Yeah. (to one of the women) When am I going to meet my own true love? ...Get 'em out of here.
PATROLMAN: Come on.
WOMAN #1: Don't touch me!
PATROLMAN: Come on!
WOMAN #1: Seven years bad luck!
(the patrolman quickly lets go of her wrist)
PATROLMAN: Come on, ...come on.

[Precinct House yard]

(Chris runs towards the closing doors)
CHRISTINE: Hey! Hey! Wait up.
(Harvey drives up with Mary Beth. Chris comes over)
MARY BETH: Right. Cornflakes.
HARVEY: I won't have time. I gotta run down to the union.
MARY BETH: Right.
CHRISTINE: Hi Harve.
HARVEY: Good morning.
CHRISTINE: (to Mary Beth) Hey, your eye looks better.
HARVEY: She's gotta take it easy.
CHRISTINE: I'll carry her.
MARY BETH: Oh, babe, Mr. Flagg, the super in our building...
HARVEY: I'm home enough to know.
MARY BETH: You know he's retiring?
HARVEY: So?
MARY BETH: Oh, nothing. I just thought we'd get him a braised chicken. Just like the old times.
(Harvey burns rubber as he takes off)
CHRISTINE: Maybe... Maybe it's the time of the month, you know.

[Precinct front desk office]

(no sooner have the duo gone up to the Detectives' Squad room than Female comes running into the desk)
FEMALE: Do I make a complaint here?
COLEMAN: Sure thing. Do want to sit down? What's your beef?
FEMALE: Rape.
(she has a shiner)
COLEMAN: Some John kicked you out of bed?
FEMALE: I've been raped. An assault with an intention to kill me!
COLEMAN: OK. Hold on. Name? ...What's your name?
FEMALE: Female (pronounced like an African word) Hudson. F... E... M... A... L... E...
COLEMAN: Female.
FEMALE: They got it off the birth certificate! Ran out of names after nine kids.
COLEMAN: D'you know the guy? ...For Christ's sake he almost killed you. What's his name? It's your pimp? ...All right, which one? How do you expect us to help you?
(she turns to see the duo coming towards her and speaks to them as she walks out past them)
FEMALE: I know it, the first time I saw you.
MARY BETH: Female.
CHRISTINE: Now they're gonna have to reassign us.
MARY BETH: Did you see her? They need us out there.
CHRISTINE: I'm gonna talk to Wells.
MARY BETH: Don't you dare!
CHRISTINE: What?
(Mary Beth goes after Female)

[Precinct House yard]

MARY BETH: Please. Please wait. I... Hey, give me a minute, huh?
FEMALE: It's my patch, bitch.
(Female stops)
MARY BETH: Take a job, a living. My husband's out of work.
FEMALE: Aha. Otherwise you'd be home baking cookies, right?
MARY BETH: No.
FEMALE: Or maybe I would. Maybe I should. It'd be helluva lot easier.
(Female strides off. Mary Beth follows her)
MARY BETH: We can help. If we're there we can help. We're trained. ...You got kids? I got two.
(Female stops again)
FEMALE: One.
MARY BETH: How old?
FEMALE: Ten, going on eleven. He's the one who saved me, with my own bread knife. He slashed that dude.

[Detectives' Squad room]

SAMUELS: (into phone) Thelma, I don't give a f...
(Chris rushes in)
SAMUELS: ...a fandango. ...Because I'm not made out of money, that's why. ...Thelma, I gotta get back to work. ...When I'm through. ...I ...I don't know. I'll be through when I'm through, OK?
(he rings off)
CHRISTINE: I met a guy who knew Friedlander, at the Diamond Merchants Association. I know you've questioned him already, but listen to this. Just listen to this!
SAMUELS: If you don't get your nose right out of that case I'm gonna see that you're transferred. That clear!
CHRISTINE: Transparent!
SAMUELS: What that supposed to mean?
CHRISTINE: It means that you don't wanna be seen through, not by Petrie or me. I know you've got him on some crap detail just for talking to me.
SAMUELS: Ah, mm. You wanna help me?
CHRISTINE: Yes!
SAMUELS: Good. Then get out of my life, 'cos I've got work to do!

[Precinct landing]

(Mary Beth has overheard the row)
CHRISTINE: I need a drink.
MARY BETH: Are you disciplined?

[New York bar]

CHRISTINE: So OK., what are we doing here?
MARY BETH: You wanted a drink.
CHRISTINE: Please.
MARY BETH: For meeting some people?
CHRISTINE: It was a lead. I read through their whole damn case. Samuels didn't have a word to say about it.
MARY BETH: No kidding.
CHRISTINE: You're not listening either.
(they move to a table)
MARY BETH: So, so, tell. Tell me.
CHRISTINE: Friedlander, the first diamond merchant had an enemy.
MARY BETH: OK.
CHRISTINE: Serious. He was thinking of killing him.
MARY BETH: Come on.
CHRISTINE: Now if Goldman had the same enemy...
MARY BETH: Come on, Chris...
CHRISTINE: ...something heavy, Really heavy.
MARY BETH: Stay out it. Samuels is a good cop.
CHRISTINE: Right. He's armed and dangerous.
MARY BETH: You know, you're getting really weird.
(Chris takes a swig at her drink)
CHRISTINE: This stuff' makes you weird. I get so damned frustrated. I don't want his medal.
MARY BETH: Don't you?
CHRISTINE: No, I want my own. That's all I've wanted, all my life. To be a cop. Ever since I first made Patrick's Day Parade. I was being with my father, my brother, the whole family with all those blue uniforms and brass buttons. That's all I've ever wanted to be, a cop.
MARY BETH: Too bad it wasn't the Easter Parade. You'd make a real cute bunny.
CHRISTINE: Huh?
(they laugh)
CHRISTINE: All right. We're meeting some people. What are we doing here?
MARY BETH: Well, I figure I'd better tell the women about Female and us. You know, before she does.
CHRISTINE: So?
MARY BETH: Honey says she'd talk to them. They're meeting us here.
CHRISTINE: They wanna talk to cops?
MARY BETH: They're scared ...and determined. They want that union.
CHRISTINE: What time?
MARY BETH: One. One fifteen.
CHRISTINE: How sweet. On our lunch break. It's after two.
MARY BETH: I know.
CHRISTINE: Are they going to come?
MARY BETH: If they want the union enough. ...Listen, er, you won't tell Wells will you, if they show, about the cover being blown?
CHRISTINE: The less I have to talk about any of those jokers, the better. I need another drink.
(a note is put on the table by a waiter. It reads 'Betty's Place')
CHRISTINE: (to the waiter) No, we don't want the check.
MARY BETH: Come on. Come on.

[Betty's place]

HOOKER #3 How do we know this ain't a set-up.
CHRISTINE: All right. Oh yes. She's right.
MARY BETH: We've got you all here and we're gonna sell you Tupperware.
(they all laugh)
HOOKER #3 All right, all right, so what's the deal?
MARY BETH: Protection.
HOOKER #2 For who?
HOOKER #4 Me, you.
HOOKER #3 (to the duo) What do you get out of this?
CHRISTINE: We get to bust the guy who gets one of you.
HOOKER #3 You crazy or something?
HOOKER #2 You're supposed to be there to stop those cruds.
MARY BETH: We do our best. What can you tell us?
HOOKER #2 What do you want to know?
MARY BETH [OC]: Everything. Who knows about the union?
CHRISTINE: Which pimp threatened who, what, everything? Drugs?
HOOKER #4 No deal.
(she gets up to leave)
MARY BETH: OK. OK. You can't blame me for trying.
(hooker #4 sits down again)
CHRISTINE: Where did he hit at you?
HOOKER #4 Where he always hits me.
FEMALE: (to Chris) You can sugar out your mouth. Sitting up here conversing with cops.
HOOKER #4 Female!
FEMALE: A whore needs a pimp. Ain't you a whore just like me?
HOOKER #4 I'm a workingwoman.
FEMALE: You're a piece of meat, baby! Ain't nothing gonna change!
HOOKER #3 [OC]: You're wasting your breath, honey.
(they all get up as Female goes to leave. A general argument breaks out)
MARY BETH: Wait! Wait a minute! What are you gonna do, forget it?. Do you think it was ever easy for working people to organise?
CHRISTINE: OK. Can your speeches. Have you got an idea?
MARY BETH: Yeah. We go. You and me. And we talk to her until she hears. Somewhere she knows which side she's on.
CHRISTINE: OK.
HOOKER #3 You haven't got it. She'll be on Sugar's side. That honcho's got her so tied up she's been taking tricksters at home. Moonlighting.

[New York tenement street]

(a little kid, Randy, stops playing and hides down an area when he sees Sugar's flashy car coming. Sugar gets out and hands dollar bills to the other kids before going into a tenement. Randy watches)

[Female's tenement apartment]

(as Sugar comes in a bearded Jew closes a briefcase full gemstones)
SUGAR: Hey! What are you... You're not the... You're the trickster.
(the bearded Jew gets up)
SUGAR: Hey now, hold on. Everything's normal. I just got a little surprise myself. Look, I'll be on my way.
(as Sugar goes to leave he suddenly turns back)
SUGAR: You're the Jew that gave her the cowboy vest, ain't you? You know you're alright with me, man.
(as he goes to shake the Jew's hand he knocks the briefcase off the table. It falls open revealing the gemstones)
SUGAR: Oh! Gee! Look at that!
(as Sugar stoops to look at the gemstones the bearded Jew draws a flick knife)

[New York tenement street]

(as Female comes down the street Randy runs over to her. She kisses him on the head before sending him back out play and then goes into the tenement)

[Female's tenement apartment]

(Female comes into to find Sugar laying across the settee with a knife wound in his chest. She turns to throw up and goes out)

[Tenement staircase]

(Randy comes running up the staircase)
RANDY: Momma.
FEMALE: Oh Randy. Oh. Stop. Now. Go on back downstairs. Don't you come in here. Do like I say. Go on down there. Mummy's OK. Do like I say. Go on downstairs.
(as Randy goes out the duo come in)
CHRISTINE: What's the matter?
FEMALE: I didn't do it.

[Female's tenement apartment]

(they come in. Chris has her gun drawn)
FEMALE: I didn't do it.
CHRISTINE: (to Mary Beth) Search her.
(Chris checks the room out. Mary Beth comforts Female. Chris checks Sugar and picks up the phone)
CHRISTINE: You have the right to remain silent...
MARY BETH: Wait a minute. She said she didn't do it. You can call in two minutes, can't you.
CHRISTINE: (to Female) You have something to say?
FEMALE: Nothing.
(Chris goes to dial)
MARY BETH: Oh, give her a chance.
CHRISTINE: Go.
FEMALE: I found him like that.
CHRISTINE: That's all?
MARY BETH: She couldn't have. She was with us at Betty's. You know how long it took us to get here.
CHRISTINE: We're her alibi! Are you nuts?!
MARY BETH: It's true.
CHRISTINE: Ah! A definite 'Maybe'. She could've gotten up here. That kind of knife job doesn't take long.
(Female takes off her wig and begins to wail)
FEMALE: Oh no. I didn't do it. Damn!
(and then she whimpers to herself)
CHRISTINE: Who was here?
FEMALE: Nobody.
CHRISTINE: Come on, who was here.
FEMALE: A... A trick...
CHRISTINE: Who?
FEMALE: Home man.
MARY BETH: Come on, what's his name?
FEMALE: No names.
CHRISTINE: You don't know anything about him?
FEMALE: What I don't know ain't for no court and don't mean nothing. ...An old man. A Jew. One of those religious kind.
MARY BETH: And he came to you?!
FEMALE: You'd be surprised who comes to us.
CHRISTINE: How did you know he was religious?
FEMALE: You see them dudes, long black coats, beard, funny hat. Come on. I didn't do that. No way.
MARY BETH: Female, use your brains. If you didn't do it then he did and we gotta find him.
FEMALE: He comes every Thursday, like clockwork. Maid's day off.
CHRISTINE: Today's Friday.
FEMALE: Ah. His hat was around. I've got it...
MARY BETH: Did he get it?
FEMALE: Big holiday.
(Female goes to the closet and takes out a hatbox. Chris takes the hat out)
FEMALE: Ain't that a winner. I told him when he came here first...
(Female continues to mumble to herself)
CHRISTINE: Did he give you this vest?
(Chris takes off Female's vest)
MARY BETH: What are you doing?
CHRISTINE: Call up the precinct. Report this.
MARY BETH: Where are you going?
CHRISTINE: (indicating the hat) Put that hat back in the closet.

[New York tenement street]

(Chris runs over to an Ace Cleaners van parked across the street with the vest]

CHRISTINE: Hey! Here, I want this cleaned.
ACE TRUCK DRIVER: I really wouldn't know what to charge for something like this. Look at all these studs.
CHRISTINE: It's OK. Take it.
ACE TRUCK DRIVER: All right, lady. Now that's gonna cost you a bundle.
CHRISTINE: It's worth it. ...Cagney.

[Female's tenement apartment]

(the police are there. Female is cuffed to Isbecki. Mary Beth gets Randy to say goodbye to his mother before Isbecki takes her away. Mary Beth then sends Randy upstairs)
MARY BETH: (to Chris) OK, what's this vest stuff?
CHRISTINE: Later...
(Randy comes down carrying a paper bag)
MARY BETH: (to Randy) Ah. Clean handkerchief, extra socks, a warm sweater, and if you sleep with a stuffed animal... Go, go. (to Chris) Now!
CHRISTINE: Two Hasidic diamond merchants are knifed by an insider, probably a fellow Jew. The diamonds don't appear on any of the world markets. Now a pimp is knifed, stabbed by a Hasidic Jew who just happens to have given said pimp's top hooker a vest covered with rhinestones.
MARY BETH: It couldn't be.
CHRISTINE: Why not!
MARY BETH: He gave diamonds to a... to Female!
CHRISTINE: He gave her a rhinestone vest. Best place to hide anything and stay in sight. Sugar comes home and puts two and two together.
MARY BETH: Oh, wow, it could have been her.
CHRISTINE: Same thing. If we don't find that guy, she's had it. Even the good old liberal public defender won't raise a sweat over a prostitute murdering a pimp. Open and shut.
MARY BETH: But you got the vest?
CHRISTINE: Mm, mm.
MARY BETH: Where is it?
CHRISTINE: Safe.
MARY BETH: You know I get the feeling you don't even trust me anymore. We gotta tell Samuels about that vest.
CHRISTINE: I'm not telling Samuels anything. You want to think that I wanna land up on some lousy duty like Petrie?
MARY BETH: Petrie broke the rules.
CHRISTINE: Well I'm breaking some too.
MARY BETH: Listen, I know it's tough but you're not going to get anywhere being just as macho as they are.
CHRISTINE: See ya.
MARY BETH: Where are you going?
CHRISTINE: Oh, I'm going to have my hair done and then I'm gonna get a manicure and maybe have one of those sweet little watercress sandwiches over at the Ladies Auxiliary.
MARY BETH: I'm gonna tell Samuels.
CHRISTINE: Go ahead! Or do you have to check with Harvey first?
(Randy comes back down)
MARY BETH: Come on, baby.
(as Mary Beth and Randy go out of the door he grabs a furry bunny which he hides behind his back)

[Detention cell]

CHRISTINE [OC]: I'm trying to help.
FEMALE [OC]: I know all about good cop, bad cop. Your partner would have been more convincing.
CHRISTINE: Well, we all make career choices, you know.
FEMALE: I only had two hot choices. Clean up other women's houses or mess around with their husbands...
CHRISTINE: Well you gotta a choice now.
FEMALE: Oh sure I do.
CHRISTINE: Oh come on, Female, listen. I can't make you any promises but I'm a good cop and right now I've got some extra juice and I wanna prove it to those pigs who want to keep me in this (indicating her hooker's gear) or on some lousy detail until I know my place.
FEMALE: Well you don't look too bad in them clothes. Probably could pick a few bucks moonlighting.
CHRISTINE: Come on. Is there anything you can remember, anything at all? Just let your mind go.
FEMALE: He didn't talk much. Er, mostly orders.
CHRISTINE: Orders?
FEMALE: This, that. This way, I don't care...
CHRISTINE: His looks?
FEMALE: No Could be. Cool grey eyes.
CHRISTINE: Did he have an accent?
FEMALE: Honey, they all look and sound alike to me. ...Yep. From Europe, some place.
CHRISTINE: Yeah.
FEMALE: Most of them from Europe...
CHRISTINE: ...some place. Jews?
FEMALE: So? Jews?
CHRISTINE: Diamond merchants!
FEMALE: Diamonds?
CHRISTINE: I thought you knew.
FEMALE: No.
CHRISTINE: I just thought you knew, what I knew.
FEMALE: No.
CHRISTINE: About the vest.
FEMALE: Oh the vest. Oh man, I was wearing diamonds?
CHRISTINE: How long? When did he give it to you?
FEMALE: I don't believe it. Me and Sugar could be gone, lit out. My man, my kid. You sure?
CHRISTINE: I think so. I think he killed a man named Friedlander almost a year ago and another diamond merchant about two weeks ago.
FEMALE: The guy in the paper, he did that?
CHRISTINE: We've gotta find him to prove it.
FEMALE: He gave me something, a present to me.
(Female mumbles to herself)
CHRISTINE: What was it?
FEMALE: Where's my bag?
CHRISTINE: Let's worry about your neck first. Did he ever mention anything to you about being in a camp?
FEMALE: A camp?
CHRISTINE: Concentration camp, during the war.
FEMALE: Yeah. He didn't wanna talk about it.
CHRISTINE: OK and now listen to me. And try and think, this is very important. His tattoo, can you remember the number?
FEMALE: He didn't have a tattoo.
CHRISTINE: He had to have a tattoo. Every Jew in Auschwitz had to have a tattoo!
FEMALE: Mm, mm. No tattoo. Unless it was under his feet.
CHRISTINE: No, on his arm.
FEMALE: He didn't have no tattoo. Who'd know best?
CHRISTINE: OK. You try and get some rest. I'll check in with you tomorrow. (to the guard) OK. I'm ready. (to Female) Maybe something'll... ...you'll remember. Something'll float up.
GUARD: Ready for what, Blondie?
CHRISTINE: Detective Cagney, Fourteenth Precinct. Do wanna open up and let me out?
GUARD: Sorry sir.
CHRISTINE: Ma'am.
GUARD: Ma'am. I just came on.
FEMALE: Cagney!
CHRISTINE: What?! ...What?
FEMALE: I'll see ya later.

[Laceys' kitchen]

(the children including Randy are picking at a meal)
MARY BETH: Do you feel the stew's too hot?
HARVEY: Do you want the recipe?
MARY BETH: (to Randy) Do you want something else?
MICHAEL: I do.
MARY BETH: If you're finished eating why don't you take Randy into your room and show him your toys.
MICHAEL: I'm not finished yet. I hate squishy peas.
MARY BETH: Then eat around them. ...All peas are squishy.
HARVEY JR: I like your stew, Dad. I'm just not real hungry.
MICHAEL: I'm hungry. (he then says something childish)
MARY BETH: Go on. Go to your room. (to Randy) You too, honey, go on. He's got some real nice toys. ...Wait for Randy! The big one is Harvey Jr. and the little darling is Michael.
(the children leave)
MARY BETH: I had a real bad day Harvey.
HARVEY: Mm.
MARY BETH: I guess you had a bad day too, huh?
HARVEY: A day like any day. It alters and illuminates the life of man.
MARY BETH: You tell me one, I'll tell you one.
HARVEY: On what?! Do you always have to talk in code?
MARY BETH: One terrible thing that happened to you today.
HARVEY: I got up.
MARY BETH: Chris and I had words.
HARVEY: No kidding! I thought you two only had deeds, you know, big stuff.
MARY BETH: She's my best friend.
HARVEY: Good. I hope you two'll be very happy together.
MARY BETH: What's that supposed to mean?!
HARVEY: I don't know. You're the code expert. Decode it!
(with that he gets up and starts clearing the table)

[New York street]

(Chris has intercepted Mrs. Friedlander)
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: This is my night to see my grandson.
CHRISTINE: Just a minute more.
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: What more can I tell you? I don't want to think about those times anymore.
CHRISTINE: Why would a Jewish prisoner in Auschwitz not have a tattoo?
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: Because they were too busy killing at the end. Plastic surgery maybe.
CHRISTINE: But why? A religious person, not somebody trying to pass... or be something else.
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: What. You're thinking. I think...
CHRISTINE: Who else was in the camp?
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: Nazis!
CHRISTINE: Nazis?
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: What you're so young. You don't know. They don't teach you this in school! ...Also nuns, also priests. Also a communist, anybody who would... anybody who would help... would try to free those... those crazy, crazy butchers. They were all there with us. Look, please. It's getting late. I'm seeing my grandson.
CHRISTINE: No! Please wait! You know the Nazis who were trying to get out. You know, after the Allies came. To escape before the war crimes trial. If he posed as a Jew, dressed like a Jew, acted like a Jew.
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: There was one. May he rot in Hell. He even spoke our language, but... he'd ask us about our family... and then they would go and get them, find them. We didn't know. ...Schirmer. ...Oh, my God!
CHRISTINE: What?
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: Schirmer is here! Schirmer killed my Yosseler a hundred years later. Schirmer, he killed my Yosseler!
CHRISTINE: Now, now.
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: I know. Yes, now I know! I saw it in his writing. Schirmer! I thought... I thought he was remembering. I thought he wouldn't tell me, but there it was. Schirmer, Schirmer! That's what he was writing, over and over again. Schirmer!
CHRISTINE: Schirmer, how can I find him?
(Mrs. Friedlander grabs Chris by the cheeks)
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: Don't! Don't find him. Don't let him find you. You don't know what he'll do. Maybe there's nobody left to recognise him. Maybe finally it's all over.
CHRISTINE: You know better.
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: No, I'm afraid.
CHRISTINE: How can I find him. He's posing as a Hasid. How do I start? Help me get him.
(Mrs. Friedlander argues with her self before indicating to Chris a Hasid street market and saying)
MRS. FRIEDLANDER: Over there.
(stalls are being set up, one next to a van marked 'Sukkah on Wheels')
CHRISTINE: (to a stall holder) Can I speak to you a moment?
HASID #1: It's a Jewish holiday.
CHRISTINE: Detective Cagney, Fourteenth Precinct.
HASID #1: Do you have a problem?
CHRISTINE: I'm looking for a man called Schirmer, he's a Nazi posing as a Hasidic Jew.
HASID #1: Maybe we could talk some other time.
CHRISTINE: He was in Auschwitz, posed as a Jew, got information, passed it along, turned people in. You've never heard the name? Schirmer.
(the first Hasid shakes his head)
HASID #2: Schirmer?
CHRISTINE: You've heard of him?
(the second Hasid spits)

[Sukkah on Wheels van interior]

(Chris and the two Hasids are sitting at a candlelit table)
HASID #1: ...and the Bubov is in Berle Park.
HASID #2: They're in the middle, politically, you might say.
HASID #1: If you tried to talk to them they wouldn't stone you.
HASID #2: On the other hand the Fatma...
CHRISTINE: Because I'm non-Jew?
HASID #1: Because you're a woman. They don't talk to women. They get shot of you.
CHRISTINE: God, where do I start?
HASID #1: A good person to ask.
HASID #2: Do you know anything about him? What did he wear?
CHRISTINE: Like you from what she said.
HASID #2: Exactly like. A little like. Do you know his fringe. Do you know about his fringe?
HASID #1: The hat is better. The hat will tell.
CHRISTINE: The hats are different? I saw his hat! It's a fur hat.
HASID #2: You call that a description. A detective?
CHRISTINE: Dark. Fur. Er, not too long, not short. Not mink. My Aunt Mary had a mink. ...Dark. Fur. Not mink.
HASID #1: The shape?
CHRISTINE: A hat! Like a hat!
HASID #2: Crown. High. Flat.
HASID #1 [OC]: The shape?
CHRISTINE: I can draw it for you, I think.
HASID #2: So draw.

[New York street at night]

(a Jew in a fur hat walks by. Chris draws up in her car and goes over to a stall and talks to a Jew who directs her to a clothing centre. She talks to traders and clients around the centre including Jews. She shows some the drawing of the hat)
BUBOV MERCHANT: Er, you're looking for something?
CHRISTINE: Someone. Detective Cagney. You live in the area?
BUBOV MERCHANT: Yes, around the corner, Reece Street. So what it's a... it's a drugs thing, what?
CHRISTINE: Murder.
BUBOV MERCHANT: Murder! No, no, not here. That's impossible.
CHRISTINE: Most of the people have lived here a long time, right?
BUBOV MERCHANT: Who can afford to move?
CHRISTINE: The man I'm looking for is relatively new in the neighbourhood, a year, maybe a little longer. A big man, grey eyes, he wears the Bubov dress.
BUBOV MERCHANT: I... I don't know.
CHRISTINE: Ask your customers. Tell them I'm here. I'll come back later and I'll keep coming back until I find him.
BUBOV MERCHANT: Well wait a minute, lady. He's... he's the murderer of a Bubov. I'm sorry you must be wrong. I... I mean, a religious man. How could he face God.
CHRISTINE: This one won't have the opportunity.
BUBOV MERCHANT: Oh, you mean straight... (indicating downwards)
CHRISTINE: With the rest of the Master Race.
(a bearded Jew has been listening nearby)

[Laceys' bedroom]

(Harvey is sitting at the dressing table. Mary Beth knocks)
MARY BETH: Can I come in?
HARVEY: You have the right,
(she comes in and sits on the bed)
MARY BETH: I'm worried about Chris. It's been tough. They treat us like um... I don't know ...lady lepers.
HARVEY: I'm really not interested, OK? ...Sorry, I care about you and what happens to you. She gets me. She's probably driving them all up the wall.
MARY BETH: End of sermon? Thanks.
HARVEY: I'm through it.
MARY BETH: She's liable to do something crazy.
HARVEY: So what else is wrong?
MARY BETH: Thanks.
HARVEY: Where you going?
MARY BETH: I'm gonna find Chris.
HARVEY: The hell you are! You're not going out of this house tonight.
MARY BETH: Wait a minute! I don't talk to the kids like that.
HARVEY: Yeah, well maybe they don't need it.
MARY BETH: Well maybe I don't either. Maybe I need a little understanding, a little love, warmth.
HARVEY: Oh I can see it now. Have you hugged your car today?
MARY BETH: I was a cop when you met me.
HARVEY: If your job is so damn important...
MARY BETH: And I do pay the rent, ...and I'm a human being, ...and I am sick and tired of smiling when I feel like crying and looking at the mirror wondering why I am so unattractive, ...and my husband doesn't wanna make love to me. ...Harve, I'm sick of it.
(she begins to cry)
HARVEY: OK. I'm ...I'm sorry.
MARY BETH: Don't 'I'm sorry' I'm not sad, I'm mad, and I'm madder because I'm crying when I'm mad and I don't like to cry when I'm mad. I don't feel like crying when I'm mad. I feel like...
(she throws her trainers across the bedroom. She starts to sob and Harvey goes to comfort her)
MARY BETH: Don't touch me! Don't hug me! The only physical contact I will accept right now ...is foreplay.
HARVEY: What?!
MARY BETH: No. OK.. I'm going back to work.
HARVEY: Wait. Stay and talk.
MARY BETH: I am going to find my partner.
HARVEY: How the hell do think it makes me feel. I can't even support my own family1
MARY BETH: You gotta problem. Quit hanging around here waiting for a construction job. There haven't been any construction jobs for a year and a half and there aren't gonna be any.
HARVEY: What the hell do you want me to do? Go out and get a job washing dishes?
MARY BETH: Well, you've had enough practice now, haven't you?
(Harvey turns away and goes over to the dressing table)
MARY BETH: (quietly) Harvey. ...Honey. I know ...that you ...feel like a real man ...when you're up there on those girders with the guys ...wearing a hard hat ...but you were always a man to me.
HARVEY: Even with dishpan hands? ...You know, Mr. Flagg is ... moving down the corridor the to live with his sister. ...At least I'd be here when the kids get home from school. ...How would you feel about being married to a super?
MARY BETH: Super.
HARVEY: Can I touch you now?
MARY BETH: Same condition.
(they kiss and she drops the trainers she had picked up)

[New York street]

(the bearded Jew looks furtively through a diner window)

[Diner]

RUBY: Too much coffee, it's late. Here's some juice.
CHRISTINE: I don't want any juice. I wanna find Schirmer. Look Ma'am...
RUBY: Ruby, my sister's Pearl. Would you believe my father wasn't even in the business.
CHRISTINE: I've got to find this man. He's a murderer.
RUBY: What right here in Berle Park?
CHRISTINE: No, that's what I wanna know.
RUBY: Oh, no of course, you're an outsider. I forgot. Never thought you'd be an outsider. Blonde hair. Green eyes. Here, drink your juice.
CHRISTINE: I don't want any juice.
RUBY: It's good for you.
CHRISTINE: Ruby, listen to me.
RUBY: It's vitamin C.
CHRISTINE: I've got to find this man.
RUBY: OK, OK. Tonight is Hoshana Rabbah, the eighth day of the holidays. the torahs are brought to the bimah.
CHRISTINE: The bimah?
RUBY: The reading desk of the synagogue.
CHRISTINE: And everybody goes there?
RUBY: Anita Bryant will probably stay home in Florida.
CHRISTINE: Ruby, your father was right! You're a jewel.
(Chris pays up and leaves)
RUBY: A diamond in the rough.
(she goes to the bearded Jew who has come in and been sitting along the counter reading a paper)
RUBY: ( to the Jew) More tea? ...Tap once for 'Yes', twice for 'No'.

[New York street]

(Chris is in a phone booth near the synagogue)
CHRISTINE: (into phone) I'm in Berle Park.
MARY BETH: (on phone) Where?
CHRISTINE: Brooklyn. I'm gonna try to smoke him out. Get him to the Ace Cleaning Plant.

[Laceys' bedroom]

(Mary Beth is on the phone in bed laying on top of Harvey)
MARY BETH: (on phone) What? Smoke who out? ...Where are you? ...Chris, don't do anything crazy.

[New York street]

CHRISTINE: (on phone) Tell the guys, Samuels. No, no, never mind. Call Petrie. He's up at One-four-nine on the South Bronx.

[Laceys' bedroom]

MARY BETH: (on phone) Listen, you wait. Don't do anything.

[New York street]

CHRISTINE: (on phone) This is the best chance we have. It's a holiday. He's gotta be there or he'll blow his cover. Everybody'll be there, even a Nazi posing as a Jew.

[Laceys' bedroom]

MARY BETH: (on phone) What are you talking about. Take it slowly. All operative phrases.
RECORDED OPERATOR: Your three minutes are up.

[New York street]

CHRISTINE: (on phone) All right then, make it collect. Mary Beth, tell them it's OK.
RECORDED OPERATOR: You'll have to ring off and replace the call.
CHRISTINE: Well I can't, damn it! Wait a minute!
RECORDED OPERATOR: Replace your call. I'll connect you with the operator.
CHRISTINE: You are the operator!
(the phone rings off)
CHRISTINE: Damn! Oh...
(she finds another coin and goes to redial)
CHRISTINE: ...Thank you God.

[Laceys' bedroom]

(Mary Beth gets up and starts to dress)
MARY BETH: (to Harvey) Find out where she is.
HARVEY: (picking up the phone) Hello, Chris. Chris?
MARY BETH: Wait till it rings!
(Harvey has the dialling tone)
MARY BETH: I'm sorry honey.
(the phone rings)
HARVEY: (into phone) Hello Chris, where are you?
CHRISTINE: (on phone) I'm in Berle Park. I'm going to the synagogue. I'm gonna get that bastard! Tell them to bring the troops!

[New York street]

(as Chris exits the phone booth the bearded Jew strikes her down and threatens her with a knife)

[Laceys' bedroom]

HARVEY: OK, I'll drive you. We'll find her. How many city guys gonna be in Berle Park?
MARY BETH: Who's gonna watch the kids? Harvey, I'll be OK.
HARVEY: You are dealing with a killer.
MARY BETH: I'll take the guys, I swear.
HARVEY: What if they don't listen to you?
MARY BETH: They'll listen.
HARVEY: Promise me that you won't go alone.
MARY BETH: Hey I admire her. She's macho.
(they exchange a couple of tender pecks and after she leaves Randy wanders in with his furry rabbit)
RANDY: I think you've got monsters in your apartment. I can't sleep.
(Harvey indicates the empty side of the bed)
HARVEY: Get in the bed.

[Detectives' Squad room]

MARY BETH: (to Samuels) If something happens to her because you were too case-crazy to listen to her.
SAMUELS: Come on.
MARY BETH: ...I'm gonna make the biggest noise that has ever happened in this precinct.
SAMUELS: Easy on now. Just tell me. I wanna know what she's doing out there, that's all.
MARY BETH: She thinks she's found a murderer. The one that you... Your case, you know.
SAMUELS: Oh, my case, huh?
MARY BETH: Look, she could be in terrible trouble while we're standing here talking about it.

[Chris's car]

(the beaded Jew is forcing Chris to drive with a knife to her throat)
CHRISTINE: How many more you gonna have to kill because they recognise you? ...Huh? ...Ironic isn't it? A Nazi killing to retain his identity as a Jew. ...What did you do? Get hooked on the chicken soup?

[Detectives' Squad room]

(Mary Beth picks up a phone)
MARY BETH: (to Samuels) If anything happens to her I'm holding you personally responsible. (into phone) Detective Lacey here, Fourteenth. Yeah, yeah. Is ... Is Petrie back yet? ...Well, where is he?
(she slams down the phone as Samuels sits silently fiddling with his shoe)
MARY BETH: (to Isbecki and Davidson) You... You're gonna listen to me! ...Cagney. I got a call from her. She's in trouble. Out in, er, Berle Park. Brooklyn!
(meanwhile Chris's car heads towards the Brooklyn Bridge)
MARY BETH: OK. ...Forget it. I'll go by myself.
ISBECKI: I'll drive out with you. ...Hey I'd gotta a sweet little redhead in bed tonight.
(Samuels gets up)
SAMUELS: I'm going along but I wanna know where.
MARY BETH: I told ya. Berle Park. A synagogue someplace. Are you coming or not?
SAMUELS: Tell me again.
MARY BETH: She said she was gonna smoke him out, with a vest at the cleaners. At the cleaners... Up in Harlem someplace. Ah, it's one of those names. ...Acme, ...Ace. ...Is it...
SAMUELS: Ace.
MARY BETH: Ace. Ace, I'm sure.
(Chris and the bearded Jew arrive at the cleaners. Samuels is driving Mary Beth at speed with the red roof light flashing)

[Ace Cleaners]

(inside the cleaners the bearded Jew, still holding the knife to Chris's throat, is looking through the racks of garments. Chris manages to escape, set the racks moving and grab a large pair of tailoring shears she had spotted on a table. The Jew turns the racks back off. Chris turns the racks back on and attacks the Jew from behind. He grapples her to the floor but she manages to reach out and grab a box of pins that she throws in his face. She escapes again and then trips over. She has managed to draw her gun before the Jew jumps on her)
PETRIE: Hold it! ...Hold it!
(the Jew throws Chris to one side and dives for cover before Petrie fires. Chris retrieves her gun while Petrie stalks the Jew amongst the moving racks. The Jew picks up a long bar. Chris stops the racks)
CHRISTINE: Petrie! I'm armed.
(the Jew attacks Petrie from behind with the bar. Chris shouts out, the Jew turns and Chris shoots him. It takes her two more shots to down him. She checks he's dead and turns to Petrie who is holding his neck)
CHRISTINE: Petrie, I knew you'd come. Samuels, that creep...
PETRIE: No, Samuels had me tailing you all this time.
CHRISTINE: What?!
PETRIE: Some orders you follow, you know?
CHRISTINE: Yeah.
(she finds the vest and shows it to Petrie)
CHRISTINE: Diamonds.
(Samuels comes and finds Petrie)
SAMUELS: Petrie, you all right?
PETRIE: No.
SAMUELS: Is it your head?
PETRIE: Shoulder's broken.
(while Samuels continues to comfort Petrie, Mary Beth comes in)
MARY BETH: Are you all right?
CHRISTINE: Compared to what?
MARY BETH: Don't you ever ...try that solo crap on me again. I'll knock you up...
CHRISTINE: Lay off me, will ya.
MARY BETH: I mean it. You could've got yourself killed and I would have had to live with it. Somehow I would have let you down!
CHRISTINE: I'm sorry, OK, I'm sorry.
MARY BETH: Sorry...
(Samuels interrupts her ranting)
SAMUELS: All right. You heard her. Right? Lay off. Good work, Cagney.
(he gets up and comes back with a bright orange garment in a clear plastic cleaning bag)
SAMUELS: (to Chris) Hey, sweetheart, this yours?
(he throws the bag to her and leaves. The duo looks at one another knowingly. Partners)

Behind the closing credits the other detectives help move the duo's desks into the Detectives' Squad room.

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