(the duo is at a food stall. Chris is saucing a hot dog. Mary Beth is looking at a drink can)
MARY BETH: Did you ever read what's in here? ...Phosphoric acid. ...Benzoate of soda. ...Monosodium phosphate and polyethylene glycol.
CHRISTINE: All that and you'll eat one calorie.
MARY BETH: If you keep on drinking this stuff it gives the physical DNA the environmental impact stuff.
(as they walk back to the car Mary Beth hands Chris the can which she takes a swig from)
CHRISTINE: Listen to the human chimney. It keeps me thin.
MARY BETH: Well I'll tell you what. We'll do a diet book. The, er, Policeperson's Diet. Everyone will want it, we'll sell a million.
CHRISTINE: Who wants to do what cops do?
MARY BETH: Mmm.
CHRISTINE: That's the idea.
(as they arrive at the car)
POLICE RADIO: One-three-nine 23rd Street. All cars in the vicinity proceed immediately.
MARY BETH: (into radio) Car three-twelve, repeat last. Please repeat last.
POLICE RADIO: Girl on ledge. Fourteenth floor. Twenty-Third and Lexington. Northeast corner. All cars in the vicinity proceed immediately.
MARY BETH: Car three-twelve responding to last. We're en route.
(Mary Beth puts the red light on the roof and Chris drives off with the siren sounding. They arrive at the junction and see the girl on the roof. A crowd has gathered. They assess the situation and go up to the roof)
CHRISTINE: (to a uniformed officer) Who's in charge here?
MARY BETH: It reminds me of when Michael disappeared heading down to the 72nd Street subway station.
CHRISTINE: (to a uniformed officer) Officer, what happened?
OFFICER: I'm trying to talk her down. But I don't know if she doesn't understand English or what. ...We're gonna have to make a grab for her.
MARY BETH: (to the uniformed officer) Give me a minute. Keep her looking at you.
(she moves away and starts to take the scarf off that is attached to her handbag. Chris follows her)
MARY BETH: (to Chris) You got a handkerchief or a scarf?
(they start to make something with some rags Mary Beth has spotted and their scarves)
CHRISTINE: What are you doing?
(Chris gets some makeup out of her bag)
MARY BETH: Perfect, perfect. Give me your lipstick. Put, er, two eyes and a mouth. ...Put a smile on it. ...Good, good.
(Mary Beth takes the rag doll and moves along the ledge towards the girl)
MARY BETH: Hey. ...Hey, look over here. ...I've got somebody here says she knows you. ...Take a good look at her. Have you ever seen her before?
(Mary Beth eases nearer to the girl)
MARY BETH: What's the matter? Are you mad at me? ...Ha, you mad at me? ...Have you ever seen her before? ...She just wanted to come up here and give... ...Here, give her a hug.
(by now Mary Beth is right up to the girl)
MARY BETH: Isn't she a friend of yours?
(she grabs the girl and the crowd below cheer and clap)
OFFICER: Is she OK?
MARY BETH: Yes.
CHRISTINE: (to the girl) You OK.
MARY BETH: Sure, she's all right. Just as sure as you can be.
(the girl is holding doll, looking intently at it)
MARY BETH: What's your name baby?
CHRISTINE: Wanna take a ride with us?
MARY BETH: Yeah, come on.
CHRISTINE [OC]: Let's go.
(Chris picks up the girl)
[Detectives' Squad room]
SAMUELS: (into phone) Thelma, I'm getting plenty of roughage. ...No, no, get me the stuff without the raisins.
LA GUARDIA: (sitting with Petrie) You can always tell a sandwich made for profit. They skimp.
PETRIE: (indicating his own sandwich) Unlike a sandwich made for love which is plentiful in prime ingredients.
MARY BETH: (across the office) Hey, Petrie, you got any spare treats?
PETRIE: Mm. Homemade oatmeal cookies.
MARY BETH: Perfect.
(he takes a bag over to where the girl is sitting with the duo)
ISBECKI: Hey, Petrie, look who's here.
(a suited man comes in)
PETRIE: See him.
(the man goes up to Chris)
BARRET: Hello, I'm Arthur Barret. I'm representing Curtis Murdoch whom you're holding here.
CHRISTINE: I'm Detective Cagney. This is Detective Lacey, Detective Petrie.
BARRET: You must be the arresting officer in the Murdoch case.
PETRIE [OC]: That's right.
BARRET: Mm hm.
(he kneels down and speaks to the girl)
BARRET: And this...?
CHRISTINE: So far she's exercised her right to remain silent.
BARRET: Smart girl. (indicating the girl's arm) Looks like she's been roughed up a little. ...Could be police brutality. Someone else may need a lawyer.
PETRIE: It'll never make the Supreme Court, Councillor.
BARRET: (to Petrie) We have some things we could talk about.
(Petrie follows Barret out. Samuels comes over)
SAMUELS: Well, what are we finding out here?
MARY BETH: The kid likes cookies. ...Hey, cookie, what's your name, huh? Why don't you tell us your name? I know you gotta name. Everybody's got a name.
SAMUELS: She'll respond to me. ...(to the girl) Make it easy on yourself. Where's your mummy and daddy?
CHRISTINE: Must be your natural charm, Lieutenant.
SAMUELS: I'll get Social Services up here. They''ll take care of everything.
MARY BETH: Lieutenant, Lieutenant, give us a little while, huh.
SAMUELS: Hey, OK, OK, but just in case you fail to extract any information I'll get a photographer up here. We'll get a picture in the papers.
MARY BETH: I'll bet your name is, er...
MARY BETH: Angela?
(across the office Barret is sitting with Petrie)
BARRET [OC]: I want you to lay off my client.
PETRIE: You don't...
(Petrie jumps up, knocking his chair over. Samuels rushes over)
SAMUELS: (to Petrie) Take it easy.
PETRIE: Did Murdoch take it easy on the people he mugged.
SAMUELS: Come on.
(he leads Petrie away by the arm. Chris goes up to Barret)
CHRISTINE: You make another friend?
BARRET: I always seek to widen my circle of acquaintances.
CHRISTINE: Me too.
BARRET: Do ever stop being a cop long enough to accept an invitation to dinner, huh?
CHRISTINE: Cops eat.
(Chris writes her telephone number down for him)
CHRISTINE: Can't wait.
(Mary Beth and Harvey are asleep. The telephone rings)
MARY BETH: (into phone) Hello. ...Oh, hi ya Chris. ...What's up? ...Yes. ...Yeah. ...Yeah, you don't have to pick me up. I'll see ya there. ...Chris, how'd it go last night? ... OK. Ha, ha, ha. All right, tell me about it later.
HARVEY: She's got another new one, eh?
MARY BETH: Oh yes. He flashed on her so fast, even I was impressed. ...Harvey?
MARY BETH: ...Don't you wish you were single again?
(Harvey, who has been cuddling Mary Beth, turns on his back and coughs)
MARY BETH: Do you know what we need? ...We need ...a little excitement, like maybe take a vacation.
HARVEY: Mary Beth, we can't afford one.
MARY BETH: No, no, I don't mean now. I mean someday else. ...If we could, where would you go?
MARY BETH: ...Heidelberg? Since when have you been hot to go to Heidelberg?
HARVEY: Saw a poster once in a bar. ...Just struck as a place I'd like to see. It was real, ...you know, ...quaint. How about you?
MARY BETH: I don't know. ...I was willing to settle for you and me on the Jersey shore.
(there's a knock at the bedroom door and Michael comes in)
MICHAEL: My fever gets worse. Can I get into bed with you?
MARY BETH: Hey, come on honey, Daddy'll take care of you, 'cos I gotta get up. ...Harvey, what goes with purse-snatching stakeout? Shall I wear my tweed thing or my grey pants suit?
HARVEY: Wear your bikini. Purse-snatchers'll be so busy looking at ya they'll forget what they came for.
MARY BETH: ...(to herself) Love is blind.
(the duo is sitting at a table while morning tea is being served. A waitress arrives with a trolley. Chris declines anything further)
CHRISTINE: I hate these stakeouts. ...I'd rather be on the move.
MARY BETH: They're not my favourite thing either. This collar's driving me crazy.
CHRISTINE: Anyway, back to Mr. Barret, he's just terrific. He went to Andrews College.
MARY BETH: Yeah.
CHRISTINE: Yeah. ...Just look where that woman's putting her bag. ...No wonder the precinct's swamped with purse-snatchers. These little old ladies are like sitting ducks. Oh, and ...uncle was Supreme Court Justice.
MARY BETH: The men aren't geniuses either , you know. They put their wallet in their back pocket. Some guy comes along with a razor. One little (Mary Beth does a quick whistle) Good bye.
CHRISTINE: Terrific conversationalist too. He reads ...books just like most guys read the sports page. ...And he didn't ...jump me.
MARY BETH: Oh, real gentleman, huh?
CHRISTINE: Yeah, it's only temporarily, ..I hope.
(just then a smartly dressed man walks through the restaurant. Chris gives Mary Beth the nod and they watch. The bag is still there)
MARY BETH: So do you get to see him again, huh?
CHRISTINE: Yeah. A two hundred dollars-a-place benefit for the American Civil Liberties Union. ...Sounds formal. What do you think I should wear?
MARY BETH: You're asking me what you should wear to a function like that. I haven't been to anything fancy since Harvey's cousin got married. ...They were both virgins. That's how long ago it was.
CHRISTINE: How is old Harve, anyway?
MARY BETH: Oh, he's all right. Michael's sick though. So it runs through the whole family. It works like that anyway. I'll be back in a minute.
MARY BETH: (into phone) Does he still have the fever? ...All right, I can get all stuff here at the hotel pharmacist. ...Yeah, give him a kiss from me. ...Harve! Give him a hug. I don't want you to catch it too. ...Bye, bye,
(Mary Beth comes back)
CHRISTINE: There's another pair of prime targets.
MARY BETH: We made the papers. ...'Anyone with information concerning this girl... blah, blah, blah, blah... Please contact Detective Cagney or Lacey.' There's the picture. Cute kid, huh?
(Mary Beth hands Chris the paper)
CHRISTINE: Front page. I like that.
[Detectives' Squad room]
(a message reading 'Cagney or Lacey. Call Mrs. Collins. 555-7213.' is thrown onto the newspaper on Cagney's desk)
SAMUELS [OC]: Are you too busy to pick up your message. ...Any luck with the stakeout?
(Chris passes Mary Beth the message)
SAMUELS: Stay on it. The Commissioner's wife had her purse snatched yesterday. She lost ninety bucks cash.
CHRISTINE: Ha, where'd she get that kinda money?!
SAMUELS: Anybody wants me I'm at lunch for two hours.
MARY BETH: (into phone) Hello, this is Detective Lacey returning your call. ...About the girl in the papers. Great! ...Your granddaughter? ...What's the address please? (Chris notes it down) ...504 East Eleventh. ...Apartment forty-two. ...And is there any telephone number? ...I see. When was the phone disconnected? ...Mrs. Collins, we'll let you know the minute we have Angela back with her parents. ...OK. ...Thank you. ...Bye, bye.
(Mary Beth rings off and gives Chris the thumbs up. The duo arrive at the apartment with Angela and go in)
(there is a knock at the door. George Dawes answers it)
GEORGE DAWES: Yeah. ...Angela! ...Angela, where have you been! ...Come on.
MARY BETH: Are you George Dawes?
GEORGE DAWES: Yes, ma'am.
CHRISTINE: We're Detectives Cagney and Lacey, Fourteenth Precinct. Can we come in, please?
GEORGE DAWES: Yes, please, come in. Well, what happened? Where did you find her?
MARY BETH: Fourteenth storey rooftop on Lexington Avenue.
GEORGE DAWES: You leave her with relatives for a couple days, the next thing you know, er, you people find her like this. (to Angela) Honey, are you sure you're all right? Huh?
CHRISTINE: Where are these relatives now?
GEORGE DAWES: Oh, they were just visiting. They're travelling in a big camper. (he points) They're my wife's people.
(he lets Angela go to her mother, Ruth Dawes. There are two little boys in the background)
GEORGE DAWES: Oh, excuse me. Would you ladies like to sit down?
CHRISTINE: Have you any idea what kind of camper?
MARY BETH: And the licence plate?
CHRISTINE: We'd like to find them.
GEORGE DAWES: You'd like to find 'em! How can... How can you let a kid out their sight like that! ...The camper had, er, Georgia plates on it. The name's Woods. They live in Atlanta. They're retired and they travel around a lot.
MARY BETH: Mrs. Dawes, do you have any idea where your relatives are now?
GEORGE DAWES: No! But we're gonna find 'em!
MARY BETH: How many kids you got?
GEORGE DAWES: Er, three. There's Angela and the two boys there. They're both special.
MARY BETH: Mrs. Dawes, your mother tells me you had your phone disconnected.
GEORGE DAWES: No, we didn't disconnect it. I just told her that. We gotta new, er, unlisted number there.
(he goes over to his wife, who looks morose and worried)
GEORGE DAWES: Honey, I hate saying this but I'm gonna have to. Her mother's a real nice old lady. Really she is but, er, she treats Ruth like a damn kid. Now, even after we got married she was telling Ruth how to run the house and how to bring up the kids and, er, I just got sick of it. She was interfering with our marriage, you know, plus she's getting old.
CHRISTINE: I'm glad everything turned out for the best.
GEORGE DAWES: Yes, thank you very much. I really appreciate it. ...Yes, I don't know how to thank you. Really.
(he escorts them to the door)
MARY BETH: Mr. Dawes, if you here anything from those Romanies, give us a call.
GEORGE DAWES: Oh, you bet and thank you very much, both of you.
MARY BETH: Pleasure. (to Angela) Bye.
GEORGE DAWES: Bye, bye.
[East 11th Street]
MARY BETH: Anything bother you about that family?
CHRISTINE: Like what?
MARY BETH: I dunno. It feels funny. Like the brothers don't greet their sister, and when Dawes wouldn't let his wife answer for herself.
CHRISTINE: He's being over protective. You heard what he said about his mother-in-law. ...Look, she's back safe. ...We've done our job.
MARY BETH: Maybe.
[Precinct front desk office]
(a good-looking woman drags a short cabbie up to the Sergeant's Desk)
WOMAN: This nut kidnapped me.
CABBIE: She tried to dip out on the fare.
WOMAN: I just wanted to go up to my apartment. He just wanted to cuddle my bum and look at this!
(she rips open her coat to show a skimpy bra)
COLEMAN: You should've had the fare money before you got in the cab.
WOMAN: They were going to pay me cash to came out of the cake. so I came out, but they expected more than an appearance, so I flipped. I got principles!
CABBIE: And I got keys for the doors to the back seats.
COLEMAN: OK, you wanna get paid for coming out of the cake?
COLEMAN: (to the cabbie) Take her to the hall. Go in with her. Make sure she gets her dough. Take what she owes you, then take the lady home.
CABBIE: Great! I like tall broads.
COLEMAN: Her home!
[Detectives' Squad room]
MARY BETH: (into phone) Yes ma'am, we saw those two boys. They're looking fine. ...Mrs. Collins, are you sure you're not talking about some other child? ...I believe you. ...Absolutely. ...I will Mrs. Collins. ...Bye, bye.
(she puts down the receiver)
MARY BETH: The grandmother says there were four kids in the Dawes family, not three. ...There's another girl.
(the duo arrives, parks the car and then, fitted out with hard hats, approach George Dawes who is working in a scrap yard using a cutting torch)
MARY BETH: Morning. ...Hey!
GEORGE DAWES: Morning.
GEORGE DAWES: Did you find those relations?
CHRISTINE: You didn't give us too much to go on.
GEORGE DAWES: Well, I told ya all I know. They're our family so I figured them to be trustworthy.
MARY BETH: We did want to ask you a few more questions, Mr. Dawes.
(he switches off the torch and takes off his goggles)
GEORGE DAWES: Yeah, go on right ahead.
MARY BETH: Er, how did she actually get those bruises on her arm?
GEORGE DAWES: You know, I don't know. You know, kids fall, you just can't keep an eye on 'em all the time.
MARY BETH: Also, where was your older daughter yesterday?
GEORGE DAWES: Older daughter? Angela's the only one.
CHRISTINE: We heard you had another child in your family.
GEORGE DAWES: Who told you that?
MARY BETH: Your mother-in-law, Mrs. Collins.
GEORGE DAWES: Ow! She told that one again. Well, I guess that's her way of getting back at us, 'cos er... Well, I told her she had to move out. You know, it was a rough decision but, er, you know I had to. She was driving my wife crazy. ...Did she tell you the one about how Ruth would take it out on one of the kids whenever she got her pay.
GEORGE DAWES: Well, she'll get around to them. She's got a whole collection of them. You just give her a chance . ...Well, I better get back to work. ...Anything else I can do for you ladies?
MARY BETH: Not right now.
(as the duo moves off)
GEORGE DAWES: Oh, listen er, one thing. You know, a couple of days ago, if someone would've asked me about cops, I'd curled their ear, but you know, you two, given me a whole new respect for 'em.
GEORGE DAWES: Owe you back. Take care now.
[East 11th Street]
(the duo arrives outside the Dawes' apartment. They see Mrs. Dawes and Angela sitting on a bench in a play area nearby)
CHRISTINE: Maybe Dawes is telling the truth.
MARY BETH: Maybe ... ...You don't believe in that fourth kid, do ya?
CHRISTINE: Oh, come on Mary Beth, you didn't become a detective to find a child that does not even exist. You've already saved Angela. Leave it at that.
MARY BETH: (to Angela) Hey! (to Mrs. Dawes) Can we speak with you again? ...How are the boys?
RUTH DAWES: Doing good in school.
MARY BETH: Mrs. Dawes, where's Lynne?
RUTH DAWES: What do you mean?
MARY BETH: Well... we know there's another child in the family.
CHRISTINE: Mrs. Dawes, why don't you tell us what really happened?
RUTH DAWES: We ...gave her up for adoption ...a couple of years ago. ...We didn't have any money. No room where we were living.
They found a place where they could keep her.
RUTH DAWES: Through an agency. ...They gave us money.
CHRISTINE: What agency?
RUTH DAWES: Don't remember the name.
MARY BETH: Was it in this neighbourhood? ... Do you have the name written down?
RUTH DAWES: Maybe. ...Somewhere.
CHRISTINE: Good talking to ya, Mrs. Dawes.
MARY BETH: Bye, Angie.
(they return to the car)
MARY BETH: You don't forget the name of the agency you turn your kid over to.
[Precinct front desk office]
COLEMAN: Ladies, someone left this for you.
(Chris takes a box)
[Detectives' Squad room]
(Chris is reading from the box)
CHRISTINE: 'Thanks for getting Angie back to us. George and Ruth Dawes.'
MARY BETH: That'll be the chocolate-covered cherry thing. You remember that one from Detective School?
CHRISTINE: No, no, you're wrong about that. Child-bearers send flowers. It's husbands and rapists that send cakes. ...Peanut brittle. ...Take it home to the boys to take to school.
MARY BETH: No chance.
CHRISTINE: Let's give this to Isbecki and watch his teeth grind.
SAMUELS: What you got on the missing Dawes kid?
MARY BETH: Dawes and his wife tell different stories, but neither one of 'em could explain the missing daughter or the bruises on Angela's arm.
SAMUELS: Are you still on that one? Listen, I belted my kid once when he stepped out of line. Does that make me a creep? A father's got an obligation to discipline his kids.
MARY BETH: There's a difference between discipline and physical abuse, sir.
SAMUELS: Look, the Department's got a psychiatrist. He does profiles, predicts behaviour. He's good. (to Chris) Won't ask you if you've dreamed up on telephone calls either. ...I'll set up a meeting for ya. (Samuels has been sampling the brittle) You know, this could do with some more peanuts.
[Police Headquarters - psychiatrist's office]
DR. NORELL: ... so child abuse, common as it is, can be very hard to identify. Detective Lacey, do you have any children?
MARY BETH: Two. Two boys.
DR. NORELL: Do you ever discipline them, physically.
MARY BETH: Sometimes. Sure, they get a little aggravating. I give 'em a swat.
DR. NORELL: But if by accident you ...happened to ...injure one of your boys?
MARY BETH: I would never hurt any...
CHRISTINE: What does this have to do with the case we're on?
DR. NORELL: I'm merely trying to show that the range of child abuse is vast.
MARY BETH: Dr. Norell, we were only just trying to...
DR. NORELL: A scenario. ...The missing girl was physically abused by her father. Mother wanted to end the situation. Girl's put up for adoption. The father understandably wants to deny the girl ever existed. ...So, if the girl was not adopted, she could have been violently assaulted, perhaps fatally. ...It happens every day of the week, ...especially on Sundays.
MARY BETH: Do most of those kids survive?
DR. NORELL: Most do. ...Some become violent themselves. ...Some become ...psychiatrists.
DR. NORELL: (pointing to his black eye patch) This is not for effect. I was hit in the eye with a belt buckle at the age of ten. ...Let me add ...consider that the... father maybe telling the truth. ...Check the facts. ...If there was ...is a missing girl, ...eliminate the worst possibility first.
MARY BETH: You mean there's no such thing as a Lynne Dawes. The mother is lying.
DR. NORELL: I'm suggesting that your sensitivity as women... to women, maybe affecting your appraisal of the facts.
[Outside Police Headquarters]
CHRISTINE: Sensitivity. Women to women. Ha. Experts can be a real pain, you know. ...Every trial we're involved in, they've got experts, we've got experts. They're like cookies, you can buy one on every street corner.
MARY BETH: I wonder how long it would take to drive up there and see the grandmother.
CHRISTINE: It's all freeway. An hour-and-a-half if you start after rush hour.
[Rachel Collins' room]
(there are family photos on a side-table. Mrs. Collins puts a family photo back)
RACHEL COLLINS: If I put it there, the sun shines on it all afternoon.
MARY BETH: May I come over and look.
RACHEL COLLINS: Sure.
(she hands Mary Beth the photo)
RACHEL COLLINS: That's Lynne.
MARY BETH: These are my kids. This is, er, Harve Junior, and that's Michael.
RACHEL COLLINS: Aren't they gorgeous!
CHRISTINE: Mrs. Collins, those relatives that your daughter entrusted Angela to, who are they?
RACHEL COLLINS: What relatives?
CHRISTINE: Their name is Woods. They're from Atlanta.
RACHEL COLLINS: Oh, my nephew Cork and some girl he roams round with. They move around like gypsies in that camper of his.
CHRISTINE: Would you call him a responsible person?
RACHEL COLLINS: No telling what Cork could do.
MARY BETH: Mrs. Collins, if I told you it was very important, would you mind if we borrowed that picture? For a while.
RACHEL COLLINS: The children are ...all right, aren't they?
MARY BETH: (indicating the photo) I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll leave you my kids for security. (meaning Harve Junior and Michael's picture) All right? ...Thank you very much, Mrs. Collins, we'll be talking to ya soon.
CHRISTINE: Give Lynne a kiss for me, please. ...When you see her.
MARY BETH: Yes ma'am, I will.
[Outside Police Headquarters]
(the duo are approaching the building)
CHRISTINE: We get back to my place.
MARY BETH: Yes.
CHRISTINE: We're feeling kinda loose 'cos we've had this really nice wine and champagne.
MARY BETH: Gee, I like champagne.
CHRISTINE: Well, there we are. ...Sitting on my couch. ...He's in his tux. ...Me, I'm in this gown, my clavicles are showing. We look just like, you know, a couple right out of ...a perfume ad, and you know what he does?
MARY BETH: What?
MARY BETH: Nothing?
CHRISTINE: (she pulls her roll neck sweater collar down) Check me out. Do you see any neckies? (indicating her face) Any beard burns? ...Nothing.
MARY BETH: Maybe he's gay.
CHRISTINE: Not a chance.
MARY BETH: Maybe you're not his type.
CHRISTINE: I don't know. We had this little argument about the criminal justice system. I think I kinda ruffled his feathers.
MARY BETH: So, how did it end?
CHRISTINE: So I said to him 'The trouble with you thoroughbreds is that you're too damn sensitive. We're not gonna court on this. You're gonna come over next week for dinner.'
MARY BETH: You're cooking him dinner! You must really want him bad.
CHRISTINE: Eight-thirty, Tuesday. You got a pot you can lend me?
REUBEN COMFORT: (a pathologist) The coroner told me you were interested in seeing the reconstruction of unidentified do-you-knows?.
MARY BETH: We've been through every record and photo in this department but none of them ID's match up with the picture we have of Lynne Dawes.
REUBEN COMFORT: Well, maybe we can help you. As he explained to you, one of our functions is to reconstruct features from decomposed skulls for purposes of identification. Now we've narrowed it down to four in the time-period and age-range that you are investigating.
(they look at four reconstructed heads)
MARY BETH: That's her, that's Lynne Collins.
CHRISTINE: There's some resemblance.
MARY BETH: Some?
CHRISTINE: Is this enough evidence to proceed with our investigation, Doctor?
REUBEN COMFORT: Well, it provides for another tool for identification. It's very difficult to reconstruct a face from a decomposed skull, but, er, there are some rules that help you do the reconstruction.
(he goes over to a demonstration skull)
REUBEN COMFORT: A face is, er, five eyes wide, and the corner of the eye is one eye within from the side. Now you stick these on the bone, the shorter ones up here on the forehead, and the shorter ones here on the chin, and It gives you skin depth. Then you cover with clay. Now once the clay is on, then you have to work from memory,...
(he goes back to the Lynne Dawes head)
REUBEN COMFORT: ...like here, ...I noticed the nasal bone had been broken, so after I put on the basic skin I added just that little touch of crookedness to the nose.
CHRISTINE: Can you tell what caused the break?
REUBEN COMFORT: Well, there was evidence of violence all over the skeleton. ...Now if you listen, those bones'll talk to you.
MARY BETH: Do you do a lot of this, working with kids?
REUBEN COMFORT: Oh yeah, a couple a month, yeah.
MARY BETH: You got it down, so exact. ...Does it ever get to ya.
REUBEN COMFORT: The day it stops getting to me is the day I quit.
[Detectives' Squad room]
(Samuels is trying to open one of his desk drawers. The duo comes in)
CHRISTINE: These are the dental X-rays that match the pathologist's model that looks like Lynne Dawes.
SAMUELS: (to the desk drawer) Come on.
MARY BETH: And we got lucky. The fourth tenant we talked to in the neighbourhood gave us a positive ID. It is the Dawes' girl.
(Isbecki who has been watching Samuels comes forward)
ISBECKI: Here, you're pressing too hard. Let me do it!
SAMUELS: (To Isbecki) Hey, calm down, it's my drawer. (to the duo) So you bring in the parents, right?
MARY BETH: The mother claims the girl was adopted a couple of years ago.
SAMUELS: So how you gonna handle it?
CHRISTINE: (leaning over the desk to the top drawer) Smart cop. Here, you push in it and you pull out.
(the drawer opens. Isbecki grabs a bottle that has been revealed)
ISBECKI: It's good. Tired blood. What's going on, Lieutenant. You letting Thelma down.
SAMUELS: (to the duo) Well, get going! ...And be careful, I don't wanna have any false arrest suits in here.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
MARY BETH: We have some bad news for you and we are truly sorry. The body of your daughter, Lynne, was found seven months ago.
GEORGE DAWES: What daughter?
RUTH DAWES: I have told them about the adoption.
GEORGE DAWES: Sure. ...They're your own flesh and blood. ...You're supposed to look after them. You know, you try. And the plant ..shuts down. So you starts packing up in the car and, er, moving out. Looking for work where we can find it. Anything, ...the docks, ...hospital orderly, ...pumping gas. ...And then, what are you supposed to do? Watch 'em starve? ...You know, Ruth ...she wanted to keep Lynne. ...But, you know, I just couldn't stand that hurt. Looking at her but not being able to give her what she needed. (he starts to shout) Now you find 'em! You find whoever adopted Lynne! I want you to get 'em! I want 'em to burn! Do you hear?! Get 'em!
CHRISTINE: We understand.
MARY BETH: When was the adoption? ...What's the name of the agency? ..Help us here. Tell us anything you can remember.
GEORGE DAWES: Please. Not now. I'd like to be alone with my wife. (to Ruth) Honey...
(the duo leaves)
[East 11th Street]
MARY BETH: Do you believe there was an adoption?
CHRISTINE: No. How we gonna prove it?
MARY BETH: Break one of them down.
CHRISTINE: It's not gonna be him.
(the pathologist is looking at Lynne's face in Mrs. Collins family photo through a magnifier)
MARY BETH: If we leave that with you can you make the model look exactly like a the photograph?
REUBEN COMFORT: Well, some things are kinda tough to do, like lips. But, er, ...yeah. No problem. Just give me a little time, huh?
CHRISTINE: We really appreciate this.
REUBEN COMFORT: Sure.
CHRISTINE: What was that I had over at your house last week? It was terrific.
MARY BETH: I don't believe this. You mean to tell me you haven't worked out what to feed Barret yet?
CHRISTINE: No. What was it?
MARY BETH: Meatloaf.
CHRISTINE: Give me the recipe.
MARY BETH: Oh, Chris? You can't give a guy like Arthur Barret meatloaf for dinner. You gotta give him something like, er, steak tartar.
CHRISTINE: So give me the recipe for steak tartar, I'll cook that!
(a waitress comes up)
MARY BETH: (to waitress) Er, you got any plain soda.
(across the restaurant a woman puts her purse behind her. The duo watches as she resumes her conversation with anther woman)
(a passing well-dressed woman stops and speaks to the to women)
WELL-DRESSED WOMAN: (indicating the what's on the table in front of the two women) Excuse me, what is this thing, it's beautiful.
(the duo sees a man pass by and slip the purse into a bag)
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, cop the blonde, I'll get him.
(Chris follows the man into a lift where she puts a cuff on him as he selects a floor)
(Chris is watching as Arthur turns a piece of steak over on his fork and then lets it drop off)
CHRISTINE: Terrible, isn't it?
BARRET: What is it?
CHRISTINE: Beef en croute.
BARRET: Oh, really! ...This is an incredible disguise.
(Chris throws her fork down)
CHRISTINE: Damn it! Why did you just sit there so cool, calm and collected. Why didn't you just come out and say it! The food stinks! I'm a busted cook!
(with that she gets up and storms over to the kitchen area)
CHRISTINE: Do you want dessert?
BARRET: Did you make it?
BARRET: Then I don't want it.
CHRISTINE: Some more wine?
(she slams the bottle down on the table and sits back down)
BARRET: Chris, what's wrong with you tonight?
BARRET: Problem at work?
BARRET: Trouble with your partner?
BARRET: Well something's making you uncomfortable and I don't know what it is. We've been out three times together. By now we should be getting a little bit more familiar.
CHRISTINE: Here are your car keys.
BARRET: Listen Chris, I didn't mean to upset you. I didn't plan for this evening to go this way either.
CHRISTINE: Your car is parked in the six AM tow-away zone. We don't want to wake up that early. ...Do we?
(Harvey is preparing food. The door buzzer goes)
HARVEY: (shouts) Mary Beth,...
MARY BETH [OC]: Yes?
HARVEY: ...can you get that, please?
(Mary Beth comes in and opens the door. Chris is leaning against the doorpost)
MARY BETH: Chris, you're early!
CHRISTINE: Mr. Barret has a wife in Washington. One of these 'We don't live together, but divorce is out of the question. Relationship, pleeease.' I spent thirty-four dollars, four to five hours cooking. You can't imagine what that side of beef cost me!
(Chris comes in and takes her coat off)
MARY BETH: Oh Chris, I'm so sorry.
CHRISTINE: His loss.
MARY BETH: What are you mad about?
CHRISTINE: I blew it. You know I used to smell a guy like that a mile away. My biorhythms must be off or something.
MARY BETH: Christine, did you find out about the wife before, ...or after?
CHRISTINE: None of your business.
[Detectives' Squad room]
(Isbecki is unwrapping a whip)
LA GUARDIA [OC]: What is it?
ISBECKI: This is the whip the Duke used in Red River.
LA GUARDIA: The Duke used a whip?!
ISBECKI: Well, he had to. Hey, you remember the scene where this guy was raiding the chuck wagon? He was trying to steal some sugar. Then all of a sudden he dropped all these pots and there was a big stampede.
LA GUARDIA: Yeah, that was a great scene! Oh yeah!
ISBECKI: (handling the whip) Well, The Duke had to teach him a lesson, huh.
(Samuels has been listening)
SAMUELS: How do ya know that that whip was the Duke's?
ISBECKI: Well, the guy that sold it to me was an extra on the movie.
SAMUELS: No kidding. ...How much did ya pay for that?
ISBECKI: Forty bucks. It took six months for me to convince the guy to sell it.
SAMUELS: Really. Well. ...Do you know that's the oldest con in the world? And you fell for it.
PETRIE: Hey, Lieutenant, the guy's not gonna let John Wayne bankrupt us.
(Samuels phone goes)
SANUELS: (into phone) ...What? ...Homicide? ...No, this is the OK Corral!
(Petrie passes Chris as he comes in)
CHRISTINE: Hi Petrie.
(Petrie ignores her so she follows him into the Men's room)
CHRISTINE: Petrie, you mad at me?
PETRIE: I don't wanna see you ...or your boyfriend, Barret.
CHRISTINE: He's not my boyfriend.
PETRIE: Do you know what that tweedy-suited, slummy-eyed lawyer has done?! ..He appealed the jury and Murdoch's out on bail. Damn.
CHRISTINE: Bill of Rights said that no one should be denied bail.
PETRIE: When Thomas Jefferson wrote The Bill of Rights he didn't figure on Curtis Murdoch!
CHRISTINE: You gotta have respect for people, Petrie!
PETRIE: What the hell you doing in the Men's toilet anyway!
CHRISTINE: There's only one toilet on this floor.
PETRIE: Right now it's the Men's toilet!
[Detectives' Squad room]
(Chris comes out)
MARY BETH: Let's go!
MARY BETH: I just talked to Ruth Dawes. We're gonna pick her up.
CHRISTINE: Oh, I'm not looking forward to this.
MARY BETH: You said it, he's not gonna be the one that cracks.
(Mary Beth escorts Ruth Dawes in. Chris unveils the reconstruction of Lynne's head)
MARY BETH: How many months did you breast-feed her, Mrs. Dawes?
(Ruth Dawes lets out a stifled scream and collapses)
RUTH DAWES: A week didn't go by that George didn't hurt me. One time he threw a carton of salt on the floor and made me lick it up. I was so sick. If he wasn't beating me or one of the kids he was yelling he was going to.
MARY BETH: Why didn't you just go?
RUTH DAWES: There was no other way. When we was going together, before we got married, George was the sweetest man. If I'd run out of my favourite cologne, he'd get it for me. He said he loved the way it smelt on me.
CHRISTINE: What happened to Lynne?
RUTH DAWES: He didn't want her in the house. ...Said she caused trouble. ...One day he took her off and ...came back without her. Said he'd found her a nice home. Sometimes I thought the worst and then ...I'd see a picture of a pretty house and I'd think ...maybe Lynne was there with nice people. ...Maybe a garden. She loved flowers. ...At least I saved Angela.
MARY BETH: We saved Angela. ...We took her off the roof of a fourteen-storey building.
RUTH DAWES: I don't know how she got there. ...That day George came home and he made me dress Angela up. ...He didn't want any girls in the house. We drove around and around and when we stopped at a liquorice store, I opened up the car door and I told Angela that her daddy was real angry and he was gonna beat like he'd done before and I told her to run. What else could I do?
CHRISTINE: You did good, Ruth. ...You did, you saved Angela, ...and you've got to help us. ...Your husband is going to be charged with murder. You're going have to tell a lot of people what you have just told us.
RUTH DAWES: It's not right to speak against your man.
MARY BETH: How can you say that? That man broke Lynne's cheek, he murdered your kid!
(Chris indicates to Mary Beth to calm down)
CHRISTINE: We'll protect you, Ruth. ...Cooperate with us. George Dawes will never hurt you ...or your children again.
(the duo arrives in a hurry. George Dawes is just about to start using his cutting torch. Mary Beth approaches George. Chris goes round the other way)
MARY BETH: George.
GEORGE DAWES: Yeah.
MARY BETH: You're under arrest.
GEORGE DAWES: What for?
MARY BETH: For the murder of your daughter Lynne.
(George uses the torch to spray sparks into Mary Beth's face. Chris comes round and George makes a run for it)
CHRISTINE: Are you all right?
MARY BETH: I'm, all right. Get him!
(the duo pursues George along either side of a railway track with a line of wagons on it. At the end of the line they confront him but he escapes by jumping on a passing large magnet on the end of crane. He jumps off onto a building roof. The duo enters the building. They can hear him running down an outside staircase. At the bottom he dives back into the building only to be confronted by the duo, guns drawn)
CHRISTINE: Hold it, Dawes!
MARY BETH: Hold it!
(Mary Beth cuffs him)
MARY BETH: You have the right to remain silent. If you give up this right, anything you say can, and will be, used in a court of law. You're entitled to an attorney at every at every stage of the proceedings. If you can't afford a lawyer, the court will appoint legal aid.