(Chris pulls up the car outside a launderette and goes round to Mary Beth in the passenger seat)
CHRISTINE: Can you spare a dime?
MARY BETH: What, will one be enough?
CHRISTINE: I don't know. This will be a service phone with no more than three minutes.
(Chris goes into the launderette and makes a phone call)
(two guys are playing a space invaders machine. They chatter away furiously about the game until it ends)
MACHINE PLAYER: I blew it. Here, give me another quarter.
LOUIS: I'm busted.
(the other machine player slaps him away so he goes over to Chris at the phone)
MACHINE PLAYER: Hey lady, let me have another quarter.
CHRISTINE: There's a machine over there.
MACHINE PLAYER: Quick lady, before I lose my rhythm.
(with that he lunges for her shoulder bag)
CHRISTINE: Get off!
(she shoves him back against the space invaders machine)
MACHINE PLAYER: Hey Louis, come here.
LOUIS: Yeah, what d'ya want?
MACHINE PLAYER: I asked you nice for a quarter, lady. Are you gonna give it to me? ...Or not?
(Mary Beth has come in)
MARY BETH: Problem, Chris?
CHRISTINE: No, just an itch.
MACHINE PLAYER: Woah! It looks like we got a couple of big ladies here.
LOUIS: Yeah, good looking ones too.
(Carmen, a female customer has started to leave sensing trouble)
MACHINE PLAYER: (to Carmen) You! Hold it! ...(to Chris) Now, let's have it.
(with that Chris puts the machine player into an arm lock and pushes his head in a tub of soapy water. Mary Beth tackles Louis and forces him against a machine and shows him her badge)
MARY BETH: Watch it! Do you know that?
MARY BETH: You're right. Do you know soap flakes can be dangerous to your health? Shall we take 'em in?
CHRISTINE: I don't want him in the car. (to the machine player) Now get out of here!
MACHINE PLAYER: What about my laundry?
CHRISTINE: What about your laundry?
MACHINE PLAYER: If anything's missing I'm gonna sue you!
CHRISTINE: Get out of here and wash your tramp body too!
(the machine players leave. Chris goes back to the phone)
MARY BETH: What are you doing?
CHRISTINE: I'm going to call my date for Friday night.
(Mary Beth goes over to Carmen)
MARY BETH: Senorita, (asks her in Spanish)
CARMEN: No. Graitias, (replies in Spanish)
MARY BETH: (answers in Spanish) Chris, I'm gonna watch the car.
CHRISTINE: (into phone) Hi, where've you been? ...Oh. ...Yes. ...That sounds good. ...That's two of us. ...Mm, hm. ...Ha, ha, ha. That's wonderful. ...OK. ...I'll see you Friday night. ...Bye, bye.
(Chris rings off. Carmen has been waiting for her)
CARMEN: Are you really the police?
CHRISTINE: Yes. That's right.
CARMEN: Women policemen.
CHRISTINE: Yeah. ...What's the problem?
CARMEN: I think someone has killed my sister.
[Detectives' Squad room]
(the duo are looking at a photo of a young woman sitting between her parents)
CARMEN: She's fifteen years old, Senora?
CHRISTINE: And she left Guatemala?
CARMEN: One month ago. Her boat arrived and she's not on it. I checked with the captain and with the crew. I waited and waited, and I still don't see her. Senoras, I think that maybe she...
MARY BETH: Miss Carrera, Are you sure she was on it? What was the name of that ship again?
CARMEN: La Bolina. My mother... (she lapses into Spanish)
MARY BETH: When did La Bolina arrive?
CARMEN: Two weeks ago.
MARY BETH: Two weeks! Why didn't you come in sooner?
CHRISTINE: You're an illegal, right? You're working in some fancy townhouse as a domestic?
CARMEN: You can punish me, Senora, and deport me. I don't care now. I just must find what has happened to my sister.
MARY BETH: Miss Carrera, how was this trip arranged?
CARMEN: There are men who bring Latinos into America. The Coyotes, we call them.
(Chris says something and makes a note)
CARMEN: I pay over one thousand two hundred dollars to bring Maria. I tell this to you, Senora.
MARY BETH: So tell us about this Coyote.
CARMEN: His name is Hyman. He works for El Libertad Transportation Company. He promised to get her a job in a clothes factory.
CHRISTINE: Is there anything else you remember about him?
CARMEN: I saw him for ten minutes. Senora, I know I'm in this country against the law, and that you are very busy, but please find her for me. ...I pay you whatever it costs.
MARY BETH: No. Hey, it's not like that. It's our job. ...We'll do our best, huh.
(Carmen shakes hands with the duo and leaves)
MARY BETH: How about you?
(Chris nods and Samuels comes over)
SAMUELS: You two interviewing for a housekeeper?
CHRISTINE: No, her sister's missing.
(Isbecki joins them)
ISBECKI: Well she's just a little late. You know, 'Manana'.
MARY BETH: It's her sister! She's disappeared!
SAMUELS: Why not just turn over the case to the Feds? It's theirs.
MARY BETH: Oh, you know, Lieutenant, what they'll do. She'll be on the next boat back to Central America.
SAMUELS: Look, I've got enough trouble with the Feds sticking their nose in where they don't belong without them starting a squabble where they do.
MARY BETH: You're all heart, Lieutenant.
(Samuels and Isbecki leave)
CHRISTINE: You know, Samuels has got a point. ...I'm tired of people sneaking into this country taking jobs.
MARY BETH: That's what they used to say about people named Cagney.
CHRISTINE: It's different now.
MARY BETH: Yeah?
CHRISTINE: Yeah, the country was smaller then we didn't have people out of work.
MARY BETH: Whatever happened to giving your pie to your poor?
CHRISTINE: It went out with full employment.
MARY BETH: I left my laughter at the Golden Door.
(Harvey Jr. and Michael are watching a western. Mary Beth comes in)
MARY BETH: All right, you guys, up against the wall.
MICHAEL: Oh, Mum, we don't have to go to school tomorrow.
MARY BETH: Oh yeah?
HARVEY JR.: Yeah. The teachers went out on strike. We were told to go home until we were told to come back.
MARY BETH: Oh, your father'll tear his hair out. Come here (she gives them a kiss) Anything left for dinner?
MICHAEL: Sure. There's Brussels sprouts.
MARY BETH: Michael! Do you have any idea how many starving children there are in India who would love to have your Brussels sprouts.
HARVEY JR.: Come on, Mum,
MICHAEL: I did my bit by eating my spinach yesterday, didn't I?
MARY BETH: Yes, you did. (to Harvey Jr.) Where's your father?
HARVEY JR.: That jerk in sixteen is playing loud music. Dad went to tell 'em to stop.
MARY BETH: I'll be right back.
(Mary Beth comes in. Harvey is standing there. Two stetson-wearing neighbours are drinking and listening to loud country and western music)
MARY BETH: That's very loud.
NEIGHBOUR #1: Call the cops.
NEIGHBOUR #2: It's our apartment and we can do what we want to do, Mrs. Lacey.
MARY BETH: Officer Lacey to you. Do you want me to run you in for disturbing the peace.
NEIGHBOUR #1: You just can't do that.
MARY BETH: Try me.
(Harvey leaves. Neighbour #2 turns down the music)
MARY BETH: Thank you.
(Harvey is standing there as Mary Beth comes out)
NEIGHBOUR #1 [OC]: Well, that Harve's one tough dude.
NEIGHBOUR #2 [OC]: You can't face life in the big city and you marry a cop.
(the apartment door closes. A black boy, Eddie, comes along)
MARY BETH: Hey, babe, hey what you got there?
EDDIE: A pigeon.
MARY BETH: It's a beauty.
EDDIE: Can I keep it on the roof, Mr. Lacey.
(Harvey strokes the pigeon)
EDDIE: I found it. My mother said I could keep it if you'd let me.
HARVEY: Yes, Eddie, you can keep it.
You just keep it clean up there.
EDDIE: Thanks, Mr. Lacey.
(the black boy goes on. Harvey walks back past Mary Beth)
HARVEY: You know, ...that I used to race pigeons, huh.
MARY BETH: You never told me that.
HARVEY: I could've have been a contender.
MARY BETH: You don't have to prove anything to me, Harve.
HARVEY: I know that, hon, course I do.
(Chris looks at Mary Beth)
CHRISTINE: You're pregnant again.
MARY BETH: Why do you say that like it's the plague or something?
CHRISTINE: When you due? ...OK. Are you going to tell me or do I have to beg?
MARY BETH: I think I did something dumb last night. Harvey and these two guys in the building were getting into it and I was afraid Harvey was gonna get creamed so I er...
CHRISTINE: So you flashed your badge and spouted.
MARY BETH: Close enough. I think Harvey would have landed up cold...
CHRISTINE: ...and cracked ribs and a broken arm and permanent brain damage.
MARY BETH: Well, I'm afraid he's gonna do something dumb to prove something dumb.
CHRISTINE: Yeah. ...Well, you have to expect that from out-of-work builders. ...What does Harvey do now?
(the duo is walking along. They are discussing a play about little old ladies and the characters and the part Charlie is going to play in it)
CHRISTINE: Well, from the second he grabbed Erin from behind. Is that her name, Erin? He said it was love. Now he wants me to meet her.
MARY BETH: Wow, Christine! The old chemistry's still working, huh?
CHRISTINE: The old chemistry! He's pushing seventy.
MARY BETH: So?
CHRISTINE: So don't you think that's a little old to start, you know, with the dating scene? He's gonna be wearing Hawaiian shirts, piercing his ears, wearing Diamond's chest hair.
MARY BETH: Aw Chris, it's about time he found somebody...
CHRISTINE: Three years he might... You're right! He's gonna be too vulnerable.
MARY BETH: What, to a woman who enjoys his company?
CHRISTINE: I don't know that she's nice. Do you know that she's nice? We don't know that she's nice. She could be a divorcee who's already, you know, milked maybe two, three, four guys of their alimony.
MARY BETH: I'll tell ya what we'll do.
MARY BETH: We'll run a search on every woman between the ages of fifty and ninety.
CHRISTINE: Don't tease me, I'm serious about this.
(they arrive at the car and drive to the El Libertad Transportation Co where the shutters down. They get out of the car)
CHRISTINE: OK, let's go and ask.
(they walk past two bystanders, Lopaca and Manuel, near Libertad)
MARY BETH: (to a man sweeping the pavement) Excuse me, what happened to Libertad?
(the sweeper flees. A sharply dressed Latino approaches them. He seems under the influence)
LATINO: Hey! Hey, looking for some of the action?
CHRISTINE: Looking for, er, Sister Mary Elizabeth and...
MARY BETH: I'm looking for the Sister's Mission of Mercy.
LATINO: Nuns? Jeeze, you need a scorecard for everything these days.
(Lopaca comes up)
LOPACA: Trouble, ladies?
LATINO: You said it...
(Lopaca pushes the Latino aside)
LOPACA: You know this is a very rough neighbourhood for, er, two young ladies without escorts.
CHRISTINE: Actually we're police officers. Detective Cagney, this is Detective Lacey.
LOPACA: Oh well, ladies, maybe I can be of some assistance, even.
MARY BETH: We're looking for a man called Hyman who used to work for the Libertad Transportation Corporation.
LOPACA: Oh, look around you, ladies. (he points around) You'll see ten, twenty, thirty Hymans. He's a Hyman. There's another Hyman going by. He's a Hyman too.
MARY BETH: This Hyman took twelve hundred dollars to smuggle in a young girl. Used to work in this area.
LOPACA: Yeah I know, I've tried to warn them. Social workers try to warn them too. They won't listen. You know it's where the money is.
CHRISTINE: Do you know where we can find him?
LOPACA: No. ...But I tell you what I do. If I hear of anything, you will be the first ones to know. How's that? OK.
CHRISTINE: Here, call the Fourteenth Precinct. Ask for Detectives Cagney and Lacey.
LOPACA: I'm always pleased to help the authorities.
MARY BETH: That'll be fine.
MANEUL: You're welcome.
(as the duo drive off Lopaca throws away the card Chris had given him)
[Immigration-Naturalization Service office]
MARY BETH: She's from Guatemala.
CABRILLO: Yeah, well once they're in they all become Puerto Ricans, don't they? Think about what you're asking. Two thousand illegals a week come into New York. I mean they're not even touched.
CHRISTINE: Maybe you picked her up on one of your raids.
CABRILLO: It's possible. The odds are fifty thousand to one against. ...Incidentally, if you want that we should continue this over lunch ...I know a place that makes a great navy bean soup.
CHRISTINE: Terrific, it's my favourite.
CABRILLO: The senator recipe. The famous one in Washington, the soup not the senator... (Chris laughs) ...is nothing compared to this. Scotty and I eat there all the time.
CHRISTINE: How is Scotty?
MARY BETH: Could the Coast Guard had picked her up?
CABRILLO: I got it from out of town. It looked like trouble. The smugglers normally jest the illegals swim ashore.
MARY BETH: What, from three miles out?
CABRILLO: More like ten. It's like where your drug dealers flush their contraband down the toilet. Look, I'll dig it out for you. What's the name of the ship?
MARY BETH: La Bolina. (quietly to Chris) Who's Scotty?
CHRISTINE: (quietly to Mary Beth) I don't know.
CABRILLO: Hm, the Coast Guard did stop La Bolina, a little over two weeks ago. The report says that no illegals were found on board.
MARY BETH: So it's a dead-end, huh.
CHRISTINE: Unless someone's body is washed up on the shore.
MARY BETH: Thank you, Mr. Cabrillo.
CABRILLO: Oh, you're welcome.
CHRISTINE: Thank you.
CABRILLO: That's OK.
MORTUARY ATTENDANT: There were about five hundred and forty of 'em last year.
MARY BETH: How long do you keep 'em?
MORTUARY ATTENDANT: It depends on, um, how much space we've got available. Now right now they're stacked like sardines since the holidays.
CHRISTINE: Ours would have been about two weeks ago.
MORTUARY ATTENDANT: Yeah, I know. Detective Lacey gave me that information on the telephone.
(he pulls out a body and reads from the report)
MORTUARY ATTENDANT: The female, Latin, adolescent. Bruises, marks on face and shoulders, the cause of death, drowning.
(the duo turn away and start to leave)
CHRISTINE: I guess you'll have to tell her.
MARY BETH: Me? Why me?
CHRISTINE: You're the sensitive one.
MARY BETH: The woman's sister is dead. What can I tell her? You tell her. You're the tough one.
CHRISTINE: Well, I'm not that tough. What's the point of both of us going?
MARY BETH: Because I don't want to do this alone, Christine. I hate this part of the job.
CHRISTINE: You know somebody who doesn't?
MARY BETH: No.
CHRISTINE: So we'll both go.
[Detectives' Squad room]
STEWART: Murder on the high seas is our territory, Samuels.
SAMUELS: How do you know it was on the high seas?
STEWART: Kind of obvious, isn't it?
(the duo come in)
SAMUELS: Detectives Cagney, ...Lacey. This is Mr. Stewart, Federal hotshot.
STEWART: I believe you're investigating one of our cases.
MARY BETH: Your case? Where were you when we took her sister to identify the body?
CHRISTINE: Probably doctoring his statistical report.
STEWART: Wooh! Couple of tigresses you got here, Samuels.
SAMUELS: Hey, they're just getting warmed up.
STEWART: No offence, ladies, but we don't want to muddy up the waters.
CHRISTINE: Then don't get your feet wet.
MARY BETH: The girl got washed up on our doorstep. That makes it local. Right?
STEWART: Smuggling, murder in national waters, immigration violations. Those are Federal crimes. But of course if the New York PD wants to assist us we're glad to have it.
CHRISTINE: Are you kidding?!
STEWART: There's always been a spirit of cooperation between our two agencies. Right Samuels?
SAMUELS: Oh, yeah, sure. Stewart, here, can't investigate himself out of a Watergate closet so he's always getting us to bail him out. You heard of the Wilson case last year? Well he starts us doing all the legwork and he grabs all the glory himself. That is Stewart's idea of cooperation.
STEWART: Ah, just as sweet as ever, aren't you, Samuels?
SAMUELS: Oh, yeah, sure. Sweeter, than a teddy bear.
STEWART: You can't have two agencies working independently on the same case.
SAMUELS: It's our body, our docks. It's our case.
STEWART: If you're allowing letting parochial jealousies to interfere here...
SAMUELS: Why don't you go back and shuffle your papers. Stewart? We're still gonna go ahead.
STEWART: Just don't louse up our investigation, Samuels, or your Commissioner's gonna have you for breakfast, ...I promise you. ...Ladies.
CHRISTINE: Lieutenant, I'm touched.
MARY BETH: Yeah...
SAMUELS: Well, don't flatter yourself. girls. I always get the needle with those guys. Now come on, tell me what have you got here? ...Well come on, give me the evidence.
CHRISTINE: We've got a company that's disappeared. We have a first name.
SAMUELS: She was supposed to get a job down in the, er, Garment District. Right?
CHRISTINE: Well it's not against the law to hire illegals and it's not exactly as if they're short of ethnic labour...
(a phone goes)
CHRISTINE: ...so if we... Wait.
(Chris rushes over to her desk to answer the phone)
CHRISTINE: (into phone) Can you hang on?
SAMUELS: (to Mary Beth) We're gonna put somebody in there to poke around. Er, how's your Spanish?
MARY BETH: Comme ci, comme ca.
SAMUELS: Well that's cute, that's really cute. Your gonna pick up a lot of information for us.
MARY BETH: I can work on it.
CHRISTINE: Lieutenant, are you gonna put Lacey in under cover. What about me?
SAMUELS: Cagney, I'm sorry but they've got no Irish put-ins from Puerto Rico.
CHRISTINE: (into phone) Detective Cagney. ...Pop. ...What do you mean. 'What have I been doing, where have I been'? I've been working, that's where I've been. ...Dinner tonight. Well I can't tonight, Pop. ...Is there only gonna be the two of us? ...Tomorrow night? Maybe I can. ...Sure. I hope so.
[Garment District machine room]
(Mary Beth is working at a sewing machine. The patrolling supervisor, Grayson, speaks to her)
GRAYSON: How ya doing kid? ...(he shouts against the noise) How's it going?
(Mary Beth plays dumb. Grayson speaks to the worker opposite her)
GRAYSON: You recommended a good worker, Louise.
LOUISE: I hope so senor.
(Grayson moves on)
LOUISE: Remember, we are helping. The government officials will protect us. What we are doing is dangerous. Carmen is not the only one they have sent to into mourning.
[Cafe in the Garment District]
(Chris is serving behind the counter. A customer shouts to Chris)
CUSTOMER: How about more tea and less ice?
CHRISTINE: This ain't no four-star restaurant town, you know what I mean?
CUSTOMER: Where's my ham and cheese.
CHRISTINE [OC]: (shouts) Ham and cheese.
ISBECKI [OC]: Coming right up!
CUSTOMER: It'll be coming by the time there's fleas on it.
(Chris goes round to where Isbecki is taking meals from the kitchen. Several men in suits come in)
CHRISTINE: Aw, aw. ...Stewart. (to Isbecki) Get out back.
CUSTOMER [OC]: Where's my ham and cheese?
STEWART: Lacey, you moonlighting?
CHRISTINE: Cagney. What are you doing here?
STEWART: Making a sweep. This is our fifth place today. Why, you got a percentage or something?
CHRISTINE: Lacey's up there under cover.
STEWART: Oh, well don't worry, we'll let her go.
CHRISTINE: Yeah! No kidding! You don't seem to understand me. We have someone planted up there.
STEWART: I'm sorry, Cagney, I have no choice. I'm conducting an investigation. NYPD won't cooperate so...
(the Feds go to leave. Chris wonders what to do. She turns back to them)
CHRISTINE: Stewart, ...if you go up there you're gonna blow her cover.
STEWART: That's nothing to me.
CHRISTINE: It took us a long time to find this place. We know for a fact it's tied in with the Coyotes.
STEWART: Do ya now. How do you know that?
CHRISTINE: We have our sources.
STEWART: Who? Illegals? (Chris says nothing) ...Fine. ...Good for you. ...But if you won't share your information with us, we just have to go about our business, don't we? (to the other Feds) Let's go.
(the Feds turn to leave again)
CHRISTINE: Stewart, You back off and we'll cooperate.
STEWART: That's more like it.
CHRISTINE: Ground rules.
STEWART: Such as?
CHRISTINE: Our collar.
STEWART: No, we share the bust.
CHRISTINE: All right we share, but we call the shots.
STEWART: Fine, as long as we have our say. We just wanna nail this guy.
CHRISTINE: One more thing. Nothing happens to our sources. Nothing!
STEWART: We can't do that.
CHRISTINE: Then no deal.
STEWART: Look, we're supposed to be cracking down on these people. We can't 'em roam around with impunity.
CHRISTINE: Meaning you're gonna deport them.
STEWART: I have to!
CHRISTINE: Then forget it! I'm gonna pull Lacey outta there right now. You're gonna be working be working on this for weeks and doing it alone!
STEWART: OK. I'll see what I can do. ...But she better turn up something.
CHRISTINE: She will.
(as Chris moves back into the cafe Stewart stops her)
STEWART: Er, do you wanna corned beef sandwich? ...All meat.
CHRISTINE: On white bread? You're sick!
[Garment District machine room]
(Grayson comes out his office with two bosses)
GRAYSON: ...I can't give it away. They want the thin look. They want the wet look. they want the home look. They want the space look. They want the military look. Take a look at this here. Come here.
(Mary Beth gets up and puts some work outside the office and then sneaks into the office. She looks through papers, filing and the desk drawers. She finds a chequebook in the desk drawer that has stubs for cheques made out to El Libertad Transportation. She hears Grayson returning to his office)
GRAYSON: ...I had to send two shipments back last week.
(just before she is about to be discovered the supervisor comes up to Grayson and stops him)
SUPERVISOR: Mr. Grayson, we got the fit on the Ante garments. Do you wanna see them?
GRAYSON: Thank you. Let me see them. (to one of the bosses) Come here, John.
(Grayson, the supervisor and bosses go off. Mary Beth returns to her machine)
(Harvey Jr. and Michael are playing chequers. The door goes. Harvey comes out of the kitchen)
HARVEY: Hey, what's the matter, guys, can't you answer the door?
HARVEY JR.: We're in the middle of a big game.
(the black boy is at the door)
HARVEY: Hey, Eddie, what's the matter?
EDDIE: It's my pigeon.
HARVEY: Here, come on in. What about your pigeon?
EDDIE: He flew across the street on top of that old building.
HARVEY: Well, that's OK. He'll fly back.
EDDIE: No he won't. He's stuck in some kinda wire.
HARVEY: Oh, well, we gotta do something about that, don't we?
HARVEY JR.: Dad, you know what the doctor said about going up high.
HARVEY: Hey, I used to be a steeplejack. A little roof job is nothing.
MICHAEL: Dad, that was before you hurt your ear.
HARVEY JR.: And Mum said your balance isn't so hot.
HARVEY: Hey, Mum doesn't know everything, huh?
[Old building roof]
(Harvey is walking across it with the three boys)
HARVEY: It's all right. Don't worry about it. All right. OK, OK, now, you guys, hey, hey, stay away from the edge. Harvey, you make sure they stay inside the railings. OK.
HARVEY JR.: Where are you going?
HARVEY: Where do you think I'm going? I'm going to get that pigeon.
(Harvey goes down a steel ladder through a hole and sees where the pigeon hanging and returns to the roof)
HARVEY: Sorry Eddie, he's beyond my reach.
EDDIE: You'll get him, Mr. Lacey.
MICHAEL: It's only a pigeon.
HARVEY: I can't make it, Eddie.
EDDIE: He's not gonna die there, is he, Mr. Lacey?
MICHAEL: Don't do it, Dad. You know what the doctor said.
HARVEY JR.: Yeah, Dad, remember your ear.
HARVEY: It's not the doctors sitting out there, is it, Eddie.
MICHAEL: Don't be crazy.
HARVEY: Don't worry, I used to do this all the time.
(Harvey goes back down the ladder. People are watching from the pavement. He reaches the ledge and moves towards the pigeon. He looks down and has to stand back and close his eyes. He then climbs onto the balcony rail and hangs onto mesh over the windows. He manages to free the pigeon, return to the ledge. He then puts the pigeon in his jacket. He returns to the roof, sinks to his knees and gives the pigeon to Eddie)
HARVEY: Here you go, Eddie.
EDDIE: Thanks, Mr. Lacey.
HARVEY: It's OK. I just glad I could do it.
(the boys embrace Harvey)
HARVEY JR./MICHAEL: Thank you, Dad.
[Garment District business canteen]
(the supervisor blows a whistle)
SUPERVISOR: Time for a meal.
(Mary Beth and Louise are talking in Spanish over lunch. Chris comes up with a food trolley)
CHRISTINE: Do you want anything?
(Louise gets up and leaves. Chris sits down with Mary Beth)
CHRISTINE: We have company. Stewart. Had to make a deal. I was up against the wall.
MARY BETH: This is the place. I checked.
MARY BETH: I gotta start something.
CHRISTINE: When are you gonna try it?
(a worker comes up to Chris)
WORKER: You got any apples?
CHRISTINE: Yeah, I got apples. (quietly to Mary Beth) When?
MARY BETH: As soon as I can kick it off.
CHRISTINE: Be careful.
(Mary Beth pays Chris who leaves and Louise returns. Mary Beth confirms something in Spanish with Louise and then gets up and goes to one end of the canteen. She then shouts out to the other workers in Spanish. Louise and Mary Beth exchange words loudly. Mary Beth sits back down. The supervisor gets up and goes into Grayson's office)
SUPERVISOR: We got a troublemaker.
SUPERVISOR: New girl. She's talking union.
GRAYSON: (reluctantly. He is having his lunch) I'll get on it.
SUPERVISOR: (resignedly) OK.
[Garment District machine room]
(the workers are back at their machines)
[Cafe in Garment District]
(Isbecki is eating and Chris is sitting with him)
ISBECKI: You know, working behind this counter is worse than walking the beat. I could light a fire with my feet.
CHRISTINE: Hang in there, Isbecki, it's almost six. I thought they always used to say 'Never eat where you work.' Truism of the Irish.
ISBECKI: My father always used to say 'Never pass up anything you can get free.' That's the wisdom of the streets.
[Garment District machine room]
(the supervisor comes in and blows a whistle. She waves goodnight to the supervisor in his office and the workers begin to leave. Mary Beth goes her timecard outside of Grayson's office)
GRAYSON: (to Mary Beth) Your name is Maria, right?
MARY BETH: Maria.
GRAYSON: You like working here? ...Look, all you have to do is take the card, put it in the slot, punch out, mm, OK? Now if you need anything all you have to do is ask. ...Buenos noches.
MARY BETH: Noches.
(after Mary Beth leaves he shouts out a name)
[Garment District stairwell]
(as Mary Beth passes a Ladies' room door on a landing two men grab her, one putting his hand over her mouth and pull her inside the toilet. Grayson and the supervisor are leaving)
SUPERVISOR: I'll tell ya, the streets just aren't safe anymore. My friend, Pearl, had the worst experience. She was coming out of this deli on Third Avenue and Lexington and this man jumped out and...
[Cafe in Garment District]
(Chris and Isbecki are watching the workers leave the business)
CHRISTINE: Where the hell is she? It's past six.
(they see Grayson and the supervisor leave)
ISBECKI: Take it easy, we'll go and check it out.
[Garment District stairwell]
(Chris and Isbecki arrive at the machine room door)
ISBECKI: It's locked!
CHRISTINE: There's another door.
(as they head back down the stairs Mary Beth slumps out of the toilet door. They see Mary Beth over the stair rail laying on the landing)
CHRISTINE: Oh no! ...Damn!
(Mary Beth is holding her stomach and panting)
(Harvey is sitting with his feet up reading)
[Laceys' front door]
MARY BETH: Chris, do I look all right?
CHRISTINE: Wonderful. (checking Mary Beth's forehead) Much better.
MARY BETH: OK.
(Chris unlocks the front door)
(Harvey hears the key and gets up)
HARVEY: What the hell...
MARY BETH: I got beaten. I saw a doctor. I'm all right.
HARVEY: (to Chris) Did you get her into this?
MARY BETH: Harvey, she got me out of it. ...Chris, I'll see you tomorrow.
HARVEY: Tomorrow? No tomorrow. No.
(the children in their night clothes come in from the kitchen)
HARVEY JR.: What's all the noise?
MICHAEL: Mum! What happened?
(they run to her as she sits on the settee)
MARY BETH: Oh sweetheart, I'm all right.
HARVEY: (to Michael) Watch that leg.
MARY BETH: I'm OK.
HARVEY: Can I get you something to eat or drink? What?
MARY BETH: Just let me put my feet up for a minute. (she waves to Chris) Christine.
MARY BETH: (to Harvey Jr.) So you, did you go to college today?
HARVEY: The last thing to worry about is his absence. She's beat up. She's worried about everybody else.
(she is stroking Michaels hair)
MARY BETH: Oh, I missed these guys.
HARVEY: Good. You can play with them tomorrow.
MARY BETH: Can we talk about that later because we're moving in on the punks.
HARVEY: Oh I can see the progress.
MICHAEL: Mum, don't go to work tomorrow?
MARY BETH: Michael, look at me. Your father and I are gonna to talk about that later. OK?
MARY BETH: All right. So you tell me what you did today.
HARVEY JR.: (indicating Harvey) He almost fell down off the roof today cutting loose a pigeon.
MARY BETH: What! For a pigeon? You almost killed yourself for a pigeon? That's dumb, Harve.
HARVEY: Sometimes you have to do a dumb thing to make you feel good. Look who's talking. Huh. You go back for more tomorrow. That's dumb!
MARY BETH: That's my job.
HARVEY: It's beyond the call of duty.
MARY BETH: Well sometimes a person has to do something dumb ...in order to make herself feel better.
(they see the funny side and Harvey tries to kiss her very tender lips. The whole family embraces)
[Detectives' Squad room]
LA GUARDIA: I'm not sure I know how I wanna do this... Isbecki, will ya hold it for a moment.
ISBECKI: Will you just give me a couple of minutes.
(he gives Samuels something to sign. as he goes off Mary Beth is just signing in)
ISBECKI: (to Mary Beth) What are you doing here?
CHRISTINE: (into phone) Gee, Pop, I'm sorry. I didn't really realise it was tonight. ...No I don't think I can make it Pop. It's not my fault that Erin's out all night shopping for a midnight dinner party. No, I mean... ...I didn't promise. ...No, I'm not trying to avoid her. ...Er, OK. ...Tonight. ...That's a maybe. ...I'll... ...Yes. ...Don't take that as a definite, all right, I'll try. ...All right, goodbye, Pop.
(she rings off and goes round to Mary Beth)
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, what are you doing coming in? Wait until the pain is over.
MARY BETH: Forget my pain. What about the pain you're putting that man through?
CHRISTINE: Hey, Back off! Family business.
MARY BETH: I think you're missing something here. You hurt your father's feelings, you don't even know it.
CHRISTINE: His feelings aren't hurt.
MARY BETH: You don't think so. If you had somebody that's special to you the first person you'd want him to meet is Charlie. Right? Moreover if Charlie said 'I can't make it.' you would put him through such guilt.
CHRISTINE: So I'm being a child? ...So what? ...I'm entitled.
MARY BETH: Yeah, so are we all, except for kids who sometimes don't know what they're doing. What's your excuse.
SAMUELS: Lacey, what are you doing here?
LA GUARDIA: One beating is not enough, right, Lacey?
MARY BETH: (to La Guardia) I had girl cousins tougher than them. (to Samuels) I'm reporting for work. I wanna get those punks.
SAMUELS: (to Chris) Will you talk some sense into her head?
CHRISTINE: When she's like this I can't do anything.
SAMUELS: Go home.
MARY BETH: We're talking about a guy that throws little girls over the side. That sells people for two dollars an hour. That beats up on women!
SAMUELS: OK, then, but you're going in with a wire.
MARY BETH: Fine. Yes sir.
CHRISTINE: We gotta tell Stewart.
SAMUELS: Stewart, what's he gotta do with it?!
CHRISTINE: I made a deal with him.
SAMUELS: Well, forget it, We don't need it!
CHRISTINE: A deal's a deal.
MARY BETH: We gotta do it.
SAMUELS: All right.
CHRISTINE: When do you wanna go back in?
MARY BETH: What's the matter with now? ...(looking at Samuels) Huh?
[Garment District machine room]
MARY BETH [OC]: Grayson!
(Mary Beth has just come in. She shouting to him)
MARY BETH: Grayson! ...Come here! ...Come here!
GRAYSON: Hold on here.
MARY BETH: Remember you told me. If I needed anything I could talk to you. I need a lot of things, Grayson, a lot of things.
GRAYSON: Why don't we go in my office and talk it over.
MARY BETH: No, we talk right here.
GRAYSON: I don't... I don't know how this happened but we don't want no trouble with the labour union.
MARY BETH: You got trouble, mister, I saw your chequebook. There were down payments. El Libertad Transportation. You got a lot of trouble, mister.
GRAYSON: That's my labour contract.
MARY BETH: Some people might say that. The DA might say it was conspiracy to smuggle.
GRAYSON: You a cop?
MARY BETH: Don't be insulting. I'm a labour contractor myself. I want you to take my people. I want you to upgrade all these people here.
GRAYSON: And if I don't?
(Chris, Isbecki and Stewart are listening to Mary Beth)
MARY BETH: (on radio) Then you don't have a factory, Mister. Yes or no?
[Garment District machine room]
GRAYSON: My governor may not like it.
MARY BETH: I tell you what, mister, you get your guy down here. Maybe we could work something out.
GRAYSON: I don't know. He's a tough guy to deal with.
MARY BETH: So am I, Grayson. I don't like getting beat up. You get him here, one hour.
GRAYSON: I don't...
MARY BETH: Do it!
(Grayson leaves. The supervisor moves towards Mary Beth)
MARY BETH: What are you looking at? ...Eh!
SUPERVISOR: OK. Back to work! ...Hurry. ...Come on. Back to work! Come on, let's go!...
(Louise is looking worried. Grayson comes off the phone in his office, comes out of his office and shout across to Mary Beth}
GRAYSON: Third floor, by the elevator at three.
MARY BETH: Thank you very much.
(Samuels and La Guardia are in a car opposite the cafe. Petrie is in his taxi)
(Isbecki and Stewart are there listening to the radio)
CHRISTINE: She should be there now.
(the lift descends to the third floor. As Mary Beth goes to get out she is confronted by the two bystanders the duo met outside Libertad)
LOPACA: Well, well, well. Manuel, the lovely visitor to our neighbourhood.
MANUEL: (on radio) She won't be visiting there anymore, eh?
(Chris tenses at the sound of the voices)
MARY BETH: Oh, hey, you gonna do to me what you did to the Carrera girl?
MANUEL: How did we know she couldn't swim?
LOPACA: Shut up, you stupid fool, she's a cop!
MARY BETH: That's right, I am.
(as Mary Beth tries to get her gun out Manuel pulls a knife on her)
LOPACA: Aw, aw, aw, aw..
CHRISTINE: (into radio) Keep talking, baby, keep talking.
(Lopaca has Mary Beth's gun)
LOPACA: Not a nice lady. You should stick to parking meters.
MARY BETH: I'm wired, cutie.
MANUEL: She's lying!
MARY BETH: Cagney and the Fourteenth Precinct detectives are downstairs right now.
(Lopaca checks her mike)
MARY BETH: You are under arrest. Anything you say can and will be used against y...
(Lopaca rips out the mike)
LOPACA: Blah, blah, blah...
CHRISTINE: Let's get out of here!
ISBECKI: (into radio) Third floor elevator! Move it!
(the lift is descending. Lopaca has the gun at Mary Beth's midriff)
MARY BETH: Does your mamma know what you do for a living? Huh?
LOPACA: Shut up, Baby, you talk too much. Do you know that?
MARY BETH: That's what he said.
LOPACA: Oh yeah. You're making him nervous.
(Manuel threatens Mary Beth with his knife)
MARY BETH: (to Lopaca) You don't have a chance, brown eyes.
LOPACA: Oh yes, I do. As long as I hang on to you, I do.
MARY BETH: Get your hand off there.
LOPACA: You've gotta behave.
[Third floor landing]
(Chris, Samuels, Isbecki, La Guardia and Stewart arrive by lift and stairs to find Mary Beth's handbag and radio)
CHRISTINE: She's going down.
SAMUELS: (to the others) Ground floor and basement. Go! (into radio) Ground floor and basement. Go! Two men.
CHRISTINE: Petrie, she's in the basement. (to Petrie and other officers) Come on! Get down there!
ISBECKI: (as he follows the others) She'll be OK.
(Chris decides to go outside)
(Mary Beth, Lopaca and Manuel come out of the lift. Lopaca has Mary Beth's arm locked behind her as he hustles her along)
MARY BETH: (to Manuel) Hey, Manu, I know you're not as stupid and ill-feeling as your friend. If you're gonna kill me in front of the entire City of New York... ...(to Lopaca) Ooh! lighten up, will ya! It's a little hard to walk in these heels.
LOPACA: (to Manuel) Close that door. Get the catch.
(Mary Beth continues to chatter as Lopaca hustles her along)
MARY BETH: Hey, take it easy, huh.
(Samuels and the rest arrive in the basement and approach the locked door. Mary Beth and other two find a staircase)
MARY BETH: Oh, fantastic! Let's get some air.
(as they hustle her up the staircase she continues to talk loudly)
(Chris arrives at a door just as Mary Beth and the other two are about to emerge)
MARY BETH: Watch it Chris!
(Mary Beth is pulled back inside and the door is closed. Chris finds it's been locked)
(Mary Beth is still chattering away. Lopaca passes Mary Beth to Manuel)
MANUEL: Come on, baby.
LOPACA: If she makes one sound.
(Mary Beth shouts at him)
LOPACA: Forget it.
(Chris shoots out the lock and opens the door)
(Chris arrives at the bottom of the staircase. Meanwhile Samuels and Isbecki are trying to break down the locked door with their shoulders)
SAMUELS: Hold it, hold it, hold it. Let's do it together.
(Manuel still hustles the chattering Mary Beth along followed by Lopaca. Chris catches them up)
CHRISTINE: Hold it!
(she takes a shot. Lopaca fires back with Mary Beth's gun. In the confusion Mary Beth manages to break free and push Manuel into a rack of garments)
MARY BETH: Chris!
(Lopaca turns she launches a trolley at him that knocks him over. Chris grabs his gun arm and stamps on it. The others succeed in breaking through the door)
CHRISTINE: (to Lopaca on his back) Go ahead. Back off!
SAMUELS: (to Mary Beth) You've got some more lumps, huh?
ISBECKI: I think she's beginning to like this.
MARY BETH: You look good with a purse, Isbecki.
(Stewart steps forward)
SAMUELS: Now just a minute...
STEWART: I'll take it from here.
SAMUELS: Like hell you will. It's our collar.
STEWART: But it's our crime.
SAMUELS: Lacey put her life on the line.
STEWART: But it's our crime. Federal offence pre-empts anything you've got.
CHRISTINE: We made a deal!
STEWART: I realise that but I really can't let an undocumented alien testify in one of your trials and look the other way.
MARY BETH: What if it was one of your trials!
CHRISTINE: What she's saying is you go blind if you make the bust.
MARY BETH: If we make the bust, Carmen Carrera and her friends get deported. (to Stewart) Right?
SAMUELS: Well, hey. (to the duo) It's what ever you two want. ...It's your case, your call.
MARY BETH: Let him have 'em.
SAMUELS: Cagney, it's a big step for a sergeant.
CHRISTINE: Let 'em go with Mister Nice Guy. ...(to Stewart) It means you get a Press conference up, don't you, Jack?
STEWART: Well, we have to notify the media. (to his men) Let's go.
SAMUELS: (to the duo) Come on. I's gonna buy you a cup of coffee.
MARY BETH: Oh, Lieutenant, can you make that an Irish coffee?
MARY BETH: Without the coffee?
MARY BETH: Aren't you coming.
CHRISTINE: I'm going to find my purse. I've gotta buy Pop's girlfriend some flowers. She's making dinner.