One of Our Own
Original Airdate: November 1, 1982

[Flower market]

(the duo is watching out at the lower level. Petrie is at the upper level)
CHRISTINE: (into walkie-talkie) What you got up there, Petrie?
PETRIE: (into walkie-talkie) Nothing up here. How about you?
CHRISTINE: (into walkie-talkie) Negative.
PETRIE: (into walkie-talkie) Stay in touch.
CHRISTINE: (into walkie-talkie) When they come tiptoeing through the tulips, we'll let you know.
PETRIE: (into walkie-talkie) All right.
CHRISTINE: (to Mary Beth) I wonder when they're gonna make their move.
MARY BETH: Hey, they've gotta duty to their public. What about all those high school kids who can't make it through the day without their dope.
CHRISTINE: Hey, this is not just about high school kids who get that dope, ...or sex, believe it or not.
MARY BETH: You had God.
CHRISTINE: I had none.
PETRIE: (into walkie-talkie) Suspects sighted, second floor. White male, black leather jacket. Shorter white male, brown jacket.
CHRISTINE: (into walkie-talkie) On our way.
(Petrie approaches the suspects who had been pushing a trolley with boxes on it)
PETRIE: Police officer.
(the suspects make a run for it. A uniformed officer appears in their path. They go down an escalator and the duo come round a corner, guns drawn. As the suspects turn back they are confronted by three uniformed officers)
CHRISTINE/MARY BETH: Hold it!
(the suspects are apprehended)

[Detectives' Squad room]

(La Guardia' phone goes)
LA GUARDIA: (into phone) Fourteenth Precinct, Detective La Guardia. ...Sure, hold it.
(shouts across the office to a uniformed officer)
LA GUARDIA: Manelli!

[Detectives' Squad room/Flower market]

JOE MANELLI: Hello. Hey, where are you guys? I'm stuck.
MARY BETH: Sorry Joe. We got a break at the flower market so we're hung up here.
JOE MANELLI: What kind of collar was it?
MARY BETH: We don't know yet. It's either dope or smuggled roses. Any way we still want a follow up on that lead.
JOE MANELLI: You got it. How about asking me at lunch.
MARY BETH: No, we won't make it for lunch, kid. How about in front of The Garden at two?
JOE MANELLI: OK. but I'm telling ya Mary Beth this restaurant is a Manelli four-star find.
MARY BETH: We'll take a rain check. ...All right.

[Flower market]

(Petrie has found a pack of dope in one of the boxes on the trolley)
PETRIE: Oh, oh.
(Chris turns to Mary Beth indicating the find)
MARY BETH: Oh...

[Detectives' Squad room]

JOE MANELLI: (to La Guardia) Do you wanna get a bite? I was thinking Japanese.
LA GUARDIA: Real men don't need to eat at noon, Manelli.
ISBECKI: Hey Joe, Your softball line-up looks terrific.
CUNNINGHAM: Hold on, here comes the secretary.
(a brunette woman, Shelley, approaches)
SHELLEY: Lieutenant wants to see all your sixty-ones from last week.
ISBECKI: Yes, er, we know. Sure.
SHELLEY: If you know, where are they?
(she goes off)
ISBECKI: OK. everybody on the team has gotta sign this. (to Joe Manelli) Put your name right next to third base.
JOE MANELLI: Where's er, where's Chris Cagney playing?
CUNNINGHAM: On sidelines.
ISBECKI: Oh, she doesn't know about this. She doesn't have to.
LA GUARDIA: Don't you think she'll catch on when you guys disappear at three in the afternoon wearing spiked shoes and carrying baseball bats?
ISBECKI: No, she'll think we're on patrol in The Bronx. ...Look, you think girls take this game serious? Do you think they wanna practice In March, play catch-ball when it's freezing, take infield when the dirt's blowing in your face?
JOE MANELLI: Do you think I do?

[Manhattan street]

CHRISTINE: So, when do we sign up for softball?
MARY BETH: I haven't heard anything. Are you signing the PD5 or am I?
CHRISTINE: I am, I signed that.
MARY BETH: Oh, I was hoping you'd say that.
CHRISTINE: Do you think I made the precinct team? God, I can't wait. ...I love softball. Are you gonna play?
MARY BETH: You kidding. Harve's going on with the renovation work. Now where am I supposed to find the time?
CHRISTINE: Come on, Mary Beth, you can play.
MARY BETH: Christine, I can't. I'm supposed to take Michael to the dentist later. I tell ya, that was one good thing about Harve being super in the building.
CHRISTINE: What?
(they continue to chat)
MARY BETH: ...he's wanted to go into business for himself for a long time, so we'll work it out. We'll juggle our schedule. We'll adjust.
CHRISTINE: Harvey'll have his way.
MARY BETH: No! No! Harve'll have to make an adjustment too.
CHRISTINE: Good, now that'll be enough to make Petrie envious. Ha, ha, ha.
MARY BETH: You got it.
(they arrive back at the Squad car and drive off)

[Japanese restaurant]

(Joe Manelli is there. A waitress brings him the check and he acknowledges it in Japanese. A man in a light brown leather jacket, Arnold Cream, comes in from the back and takes a gun out of his shoulder bag and takes aim at Peter Caswell who is sitting near the exit. Joe gets up to leave at that moment obscuring Peter Caswell and Cream shoots Joe in the back . Cream escapes through the kitchen)

[Squad car]

POLICE RADIO: ...police officer shot. All units respond.
CHRISTINE: (into radio) Car eleven responding. (to Mary Beth) Go for it.
(Mary Beth puts the red light on the roof and puts her right hand out of the window so Chris can turn right)

[Japanese restaurant]

(a crime scene investigation is in progress. The duo comes in)
MARY BETH: Who is it?
SAMUELS: Joe Manelli.
MARY BETH: It can't be.
CHRISTINE: Oh my god. ...Why? What happened?
SAMUELS: A guy walked in and shot him. ...Close range. ...(to Mary Beth indicating some staff) See what you can get out of them. ...Well, do you want me to ask somebody else?
MARY BETH: I'm doing it.
SAMUELS: (to a uniformed officer) Move it! Come on!
(he leaves followed by the officer. Chris is stands there, shattered, before going over to Isbecki who is questioning Peter Caswell)
PETER CASWELL: People were running all over. It was like somebody set off an explosion in here. ...A cop.. A cop gets killed right in front of me. I mean, er, you think you're safe. You're not safe anywhere!
ISBECKI: We know this is a traumatic experience, Mr. Caswell.
CHRISTINE: Would you like to sit down. I'll get you some water or cola.
PETER CASWELL: Oh yes, thank you. Thank you. I'm sorry, very sorry.
(Chris goes to the bar to get the drink. There one of two twin customers speaks to her)
CUSTOMER #1: Excuse me, Miss, do you know what we're supposed to do.
CUSTOMER #2: The man said to wait...
CUSTOMER #1: ...but we have to go to our music lessons.
CHRISTINE: It's important that you stay please. I'll get your statements.
(Mary Beth is interviewing three waitresses and three kitchen staff)
MARY BETH: Anybody speak English?
(they all shake their heads)
MARY BETH: Um, OK. Spanish? Hablas Espanol?
(one of the kitchen staff raises his hand. She asks him a question and he points towards the kitchen)
MARY BETH: From the back. Terrific!
(she asks him another question. He shakes his head. Chris has got the drink and looks across the restaurant)
CHRISTINE: What the hell is that?
(several men have come in)
MARY BETH: Some suit from the Mayor's Office.
CHRISTINE: Terrific.
(a man with a microphone accosts Samuels)
CHRISTINE: Just in time for the evening news. ...I'll go and check.
(Mary Beth continues to try and get information from the staff)
MARY BETH: Big guy. Comes in the back. All right.

[Samuels' office]

(Shelley and the all detectives are there except Mary Beth)
SAMUELS: Probably didn't see the guy, right?
ISBECKI: That's the picture.
SAMUELS: Cagney. You were working on the case with Manelli, right?
CHRISTINE: Yeah. Counterfeit tickets.
SAMUELS: Yes, well, see if it relates.
PETRIE: Did you get out to see Evelyn?
SAMUELS: Geez, yes. I went out there with the Chief, and I want all of you to go out and pay your respects before tomorrow night.
(they all concur)
SAMUELS: La Guardia...

[Detectives' Squad room]

(Mary Beth in on the phone. Chris is in Samuels' office with the rest of the detectives)
MARY BETH: (into phone) ...Oh, I don't know, forty-five minutes, an hour at the most.
(Chris, hearing her from the office makes a sign for Mary Beth to cut it short. Mary Beth acknowledges)

[Detectives' Squad room/Renovation site]

MARY BETH: Harve, I know this is absolutely the wrong time. Michael's gotta go to the dentist and I can't get away. Everybody's staying on in their own time and...
HARVEY: Yeah, yeah. I know how you feel. It's like when Dave Bellamy flipped off the building when we were working...
MARY BETH: No, Harvey, it's not like that because that was an accident. This was not.
HARVEY: Well, did you know this guy?
MARY BETH: We were working together.
HARVEY: Look, er, Michael's teeth gonna fall out if he doesn't go today?
MARY BETH: Honey, it takes a month to get an appointment with this dentist. I just got Mikey psyched up to go.
HARVEY: Look, have Mrs. Harris take him, huh?
MARY BETH: Harvey, you know she can hardly walk. She can only stay with them until I get home.
HARVEY: Call somebody sixty years old. How about Mrs. Barbero? Do you want me to call?
MARY BETH: No, I'll call. Thanks Harve, I'll call.

[Detectives' Squad room]

(Mary Beth gets up and walks around in frustration. Chris beckons 'Come on.' from the office. Mary Beth makes another call)
MARY BETH: (into phone) Hello, Michael. Let me speak to Mrs. Harris. ...She's sleeping. ...OK, er, good news! We don't have to go to the dentist today. ...Yeah. ...Yeah, you can keep the two dollars. ...Michael, I need you to cancel the appointment. ...Find my address book. ...You know where it is. ...The big kitchen drawer. ...Dr. Ingham. ... You make the call, Michael. I have to go.
(The Deputy Chief has come in. Chris indicates this to Mary Beth)
MARY BETH: (into phone) ...You can do it. ...Michael, bye. ...Bye.
(Mary Beth joins them in the office)

[Samuels' office]

SAMUELS: You all know Deputy Chief Inspector Grant?
CHRISTINE: (quietly to Mary Beth) Sure, whenever there's a spotlight.
GRANT: The Commissioner is incensed about the tragic shooting of Officer Manelli. He's making this investigation his number one priority. This precinct is going to be temporary headquarters and Lieutenant Samuels is gonna report directly to me.
SAMUELS: Sir, I want you to tell the Commissioner that everybody here is working off-duty hours on his or hers own time. We want this bad.
GRANT: Very well. I wanna remind you, the murder of a police officer brings the death penalty in this state. So no one has to be trigger-happy. Besides the Press'll be breathing down our necks looking to protect this guy's rights. So we're gonna apprehend him, call the DA's Office immediately, strip him, take his picture to prove he ain't been brutalised. He better not be.
SAMUELS: Everybody got that?
GRANT: And another thing, we're setting up a hotline here for information. You'll all be fielding questions.
CHRISTINE: How much can we say?
GRANT: Don't give 'em too much. Don't tell 'em the name of the weapon or nothing like that. Our big fear is imitators. There's mucho head cases out there and they'll all want their name in the papers. So let's not help them out.
SAMUELS: Understood, sir.
GRANT: In case any of you think this is, er, political horse manure, let me put it straight. We want this guy as bad as you do. An assault on one of us is an assault on all.

[Laceys' kitchen]

(Mary Beth takes her gun out of her bag and checks it)
MARY BETH: Harvey.
HARVEY: Yeah?
MARY BETH: Got any cash?
HARVEY: What for?
MARY BETH: To take a cake over to Evelyn Manelli.
HARVEY: Yeah, sure.
MARY BETH: We're going out there tonight.
HARVEY: Sure.
MARY BETH: The new babysitter said she could stay until I get back and then it should be time to cook the kid's supper.
HARVEY: Sounds good.
MICHAEL: No it doesn't!
HARVEY JR.: Her name's Bertha. She weighs six hundred pounds or something.
MARY BETH: She's a very nice girl! She's got children of her own.
HARVEY JR.: Well, she probably sits on 'em to shut 'em up.
MICHAEL: She washes 'em with a bomb.
(he smashes some popcorn on the table. The phone goes)
MARY BETH: (into phone) Hello.
(Harvey Jr. also smashes some popcorn)
HARVEY: All right guys, cut it out.
(the phone goes)
MARY BETH: (into phone) Yeah. ...I'm coming. ...I'm on my way now...
(the kids continue to play with the food)
HARVEY: (to the boys) Knock it off. Cut it out! Knock it off!
MARY BETH: (into phone) ...Yeah, I'll stay as late as I'm needed tonight. ...OK.
(she rings off)
MARY BETH: (to Michael) What did you say? ...What is the problem here?
HARVEY JR.: We don't want a babysitter.
MARY BETH: Well, then instead of throwing food around, just say so.
HARVEY JR.: (to Michael) OK.
(the boys together count to three on their fingers)
HARVEY JR./MICHAEL: We don't want a babysitter.
HARVEY: All right, all right. Come on you guys, we gotta get used to the situation. Your mother and I each have jobs of our own now as well as taking care of you. As much as we want to we can't be home when you get out of school anymore.
HARVEY JR.: It still doesn't mean we need a babysitter. We're old enough now.
HARVEY: Well you've gotta prove it to us by behaving yourself when she shows up. ...Mm? ...OK?
HARVEY JR.: I guess.
MICHAEL: Even if we did need one we don't want some dumb Bertha.
MARY BETH: Oh yes. Who would you rather have?
MICHAEL: You.

[Locker room]

(Isbecki is sitting on a bench, bare-chested. Petrie comes in)
PETRIE: Morning.
ISBECKI: Ha, ha, ha. Claudia have you going out last night for pickles and ice cream?
PETRIE: Mm hm. Did you see the papers?
ISBECKI: Do you mean the Knicks winning in overtime?
PETRIE: Sometimes you have the mind of a running sewer. I mean Joe Manelli. Every politician's jumping on the bandwagon.
ISBECKI: Yeah, I saw the Chief on the tube last night. He's going out for more money to hire more cops and bullet-proof vests.
PETRIE: Yea, yeah, same old story. ...So what do you hear about the first game?
ISBECKI: It's been postponed. We've had to move practice about a week.
(Chris is silhouetted behind a temporary sheet lit from the back)
CHRISTINE: What game?
(Isbecki is transfixed. Petrie turns to see what he is looking at)
CHRISTINE: What game, Isbecki? ...I'll see you outside.

[Detectives' Squad room]

CHRISTINE: Isbecki!
(Chris chases Isbecki through the Detective' office and catches him just outside)
CHRISTINE: Hey!
ISBECKI: Gotta go. Gotta go.
CHRISTINE: What game?
ISBECKI: Softball game, but forget it. The roster's full. We've got all our men.
CHRISTINE: And how many women?
ISBECKI: You're too late the team's full already.
CHRISTINE: But how many women, Isbecki?
ISBECKI: Hey, let's be honest. A police-league game is not the same as a regular game.
CHRISTINE: How do you know?
ISBECKI: I've never seen a woman play as well as a man, that's all.
CHRISTINE: Do you wanna bet?
ISBECKI: It's true. You on with us for four.
CHRISTINE: Don't tempt me.
(Chris goes back into the office. La Guardia's phone goes)
LA GUARDIA: (into phone) Investigation hotline. Detective La Guardia. ...You say Myrom Kuniopolis. ...He's been planning it for weeks. ...How do you know, Myrom? ...He's your landlord.
(Isbecki is interviewing Peter Caswell)
PETER CASWELL: I'm an accountant.
ISBECKI: What were you doing in the Japanese restaurant?
PETER CASWELL: My office is right across the street.
ISBECKI: You go there a lot?
PETER CASWELL: Not anymore.
(the duo is interviewing the twin customers)
MARY BETH: How close were you to the suspect?
CUSTOMER #1: Two tables away.
(the other customer who is sitting with Chris leans across to interrupt)
CUSTOMER #2: At least six.
MARY BETH: You were sitting at the same table?
CUSTOMER #1/CUSTOMER #2: Yes!
CHRISTINE: All right, did you see what he was wearing?
CUSTOMER #2: A plaid jacket.
CUSTOMER #1: No, it was camelhair.
MARY BETH: (to customer #2) You said he had a shoulder bag.
CUSTOMER #1: A purse, a man's purse.
CUSTOMER #2: Well I wouldn't call it a purse, it was more like a satchel.
MARY BETH: Ah ha.
SAMUELS: Excuse me, ladies.
CUSTOMER #1: Go right ahead.
(the duo joins Samuels)
SAMUELS: Have you two been over to see Evelyn Manelli yet?
CHRISTINE: Oh, no, not yet. We've been kinda tied up.
SAMUELS: Fine, fine. when you go I want you to check on their status, the apartment. In particular would you to look for conspicuous consumption. I wanna know if Manelli's been spending money recently, in case he was on anybody else's payroll. See if you can get to know her well.
LA GUARDIA [OC]: Hey, Lieutenant, the DA wants to talk to you.
SAMUELS: Yeah, OK.
MARY BETH: Sir, this is supposed to be a sympathy call.
SAMUELS: Yes, so be discreet.

[Manellis' apartment]

(family, friends and police colleagues are there. There are cakes and other buffet food on the table. The duo arrives. Chris puts a cake box down on the table and they stand looking at the spread)
CHRISTINE: (to Mary Beth) I don't wanna do this. Well, what do you say?
MARY BETH: It may be obvious. How much did the sofa cost? Did you buy it before or after your husband got his present grade?
(Evelyn Manelli comes up)
EVELYN MANELLI: Mary Beth, Chris, thanks for coming.
(they each hug Evelyn)
EVELYN MANELLI: I just can't face it ever again. I appreciate your coming.
MARY BETH: You shouldn't try and do anything for a while, Evelyn, you know, don't put pressure on yourself.
EVELYN MANELLI: Do anything? I'll tell ya what I do. I wake up in the morning and cry. I make the kid's lunch ...and cry. I answer the phone, cry. I'm really terrific at it, I gotta tell ya.
CHRISTINE: Terrific theory.
EVELYN MANELLI: What's the point? And why haven't you caught the bastard.
MARY BETH: We're looking into every possibility.
EVELYN MANELLI: It just seems to go so slow.
CHRISTINE: I know. Did Joe ever get involved with a perp? I mean ...anyone that held a grudge against him, do you know?
EVELYN MANELLI: I don't think so. He... Joe wouldn't play a tune on anybody's head. He just did his job. If it was a clean bust, it was a clean bust. He didn't hassle anybody.
MARY BETH: He seemed like a very gentle person.
EVELYN MANELLI: He'd collar a vagrant and he'd wind up giving him a dollar for a packet of cigarettes. It's true.
CHRISTINE: Oh, I believe it.
(there is a pregnant silence)
MARY BETH: I love your sofa, Evelyn. Where'd you get that?
EVELYN MANELLI: Oh, a discount place on the Island. I'll take you there sometime.
MARY BETH: Super. Love to.

[Detectives' Squad room]

SAMUELS: ...and I got a backache you wouldn't believe, so let's not waste time. La Guardia, tell me about Joe Manelli.
LA GUARDIA: He and his wife had accounts in two banks. Nothing over eight thousand dollars.
SAMUELS: (to the duo) What did you find at his house?
CHRISTINE: A cop making twenty-five thousand a year. Just trying to get along like the rest of us.
SAMUELS: What about this ticket counterfeiting?
MARY BETH: A couple of punks from Jersey shifting tickets at the door. Not a big deal.
SAMUELS: Petrie, what have you got?
PETRIE: I ran down all colleagues and neighbours in the last six months. They've got a slam dead alibi.
SAMUELS: Isbecki, did you trace his beat? Did you find anybody holding a grudge?
ISBECKI: Clean. Manelli had a good relationship with everybody on his beat. No problem.
MARY BETH: Sir, did anybody try to ID the killer?
SAMUELS: Forensics found the gun in some trash behind the restaurant.
CHRISTINE: Did we get a print?
SAMUELS: (reading from the forensics report) 'The murder weapon was a six-shot thirty-eight calibre revolver. Print-resistant tape had been affixed around the grip and the trigger.
(the listening detectives voice different reactions)
SAMUELS: Yeah, but we got lucky. This came up just a few minutes ago. They were able to find a print off the barrel. Arnold Cream.
ISBECKI [OC]: The guy was sloppy.
SAMUELS: Small-time wise guy. Pulled some jobs with florists. Records are sending over his arrest sheet right now.
MARY BETH: It doesn't make sense.
SAMUELS: Lacey's right, it doesn't make sense. on the one hand we have a picture of Joe, a beautiful guy, everybody loved him. On the other hand we've got a professional killer, Arnold Cream. Now, assuming that Joe Manelli is as clean as all of you say why was a mob hit man gunning for him?
(later Mary Beth is on the phone)
MARY BETH: (into phone) Aha. Martin Banes. ...Aha. ...Sir. ...Sir. ...Sir, this hotline number is for information regarding the shooting at the Ichidan Restaurant only. ...Sir, call Bellevue. ...They'll know what to do. ...I don't know the number, sir. I'm sure it's in the book. ...Thank you.
SAMUELS: Isbecki, I've got something for you.
ISBECKI: I'm helping Petrie get those 402s ...on the deli.
SAMUELS: La Guardia, do me a favour, will ya. The Assistant DA was just busting my chops over some cases he needed wrapped up right now.
LA GUARDIA: What have you got, Lieutenant.
SAMUELS: Mostly witnesses who dropped out on the Grand Jury...
LA GUARDIA: What about Joe!
SAMUELS: This has gotta be done now. Do it!
MARY BETH: (into phone) Investigation hotline, Detective Lacey.
(a detective, Cunningham, is speaking in Japanese on the phone)
SAMUELS: (to Chris) So what's going on tracing Arnold Cream? (he gives her a document) Well-known felon, Cream's uncle. Read it.
CHRISTINE: On my way.
MARY BETH: (to Samuels) What about me?
SAMUELS: I wasn't talking to you.
MARY BETH: Well, no sir...
SAMUELS: So, you're busy.
(the phone goes)
MARY BETH: (into phone) Investigation hotline, Detective Lacey.
(Chris is on her way out of the office with the papers Samuels has given her. She passes Isbecki)
ISBECKI: I just wanted to say...
CHRISTINE: Not now.
(she pushes past him and goes out)
PETRIE: Not exactly undeserved my friend.
ISBECKI: (throwing some papers onto the desk) The league has just sent back our application.
PETRIE: Don't care about that.
(Cunningham, on the phone, hears Isbecki across the office)
CUNNINGHAM: The league turned us down. Why?
ISBECKI: League rules. Each team shall have members of both sexes. ...No women, ...no softball.

[Lampellas' apartment]

(Chris is at the door of an apartment)
DINO LAMPELLA: Who said Arnie lives here.
CHRISTINE: No one, Mr. Lampella, but your apartments on record as having been his last known address.
DINO LAMPELLA: Well he ain't here. Go bust the welfare thieves on the corner.
CHRISTINE: OK, look I'm just trying to be fair.
DINO LAMPELLA: A man's home is his castle.
CHRISTINE: Ok, so I'll get a warrant. Maybe I should get a warrant on your car too. Maybe the IRA should take a look at your tax returns. What do you think?
DINO LAMPELLA: Just remember, huh, a man's home is his castle.
(he opens the door and Chris follows him in. Dino Lampella's son, Romeo, is sitting watching television)
CHRISTINE: Thanks. Mr. Lampella, I just want to ask you a few questions in connection with Arnie. He could be in serious trouble.
DINO LAMPELLA: Ha, ha, ha. Arnie. Ha, ha, ha. Not Arnie.
CHRISTINE: Believe it or not, Arnie!
(Chris uses the remote control to silence the television. Romeo looks up at her)
CHRISTINE: So have either of you heard from him recently? ...Oh please understand, Arnold, your nephew Arnie, has been implicated in the murder of a police officer.
DINO LAMPELLA: Is he dead?
CHRISTINE: I said murdered, yeah, that's dead!
DINO LAMPELLA: Can't be Arnie!
CHRISTINE: Arnie's the alleged killer. ...His parole says he's been living on and off here for the last two years.
ROMEO LAMPELLA: We ain't seen or heard from Arnie in a long time. ...Must be years.
CHRISTINE: I know he lived here eleven months ago.
DINO LAMPELLA: That's years. Oh, come on, the kid exaggerated a little. Right away you think he's a liar.
CHRISTINE: A man was killed. He had a wife and he had children. Now he's dead.
DINO LAMPELLA: Honey, I got problems you wouldn't believe.
CHRISTINE: Here's my card.
(Romeo picks up the card)

[Detectives' Squad room]

(Chris bumps into Isbecki on her way into the office)
ISBECKI: Hi ya, babe.
CHRISTINE: I'm not in the mood. OK?
ISBECKI: Hey, come on, I've got a peace offering. (taking Chris by the arms he turns her towards him) Hey, hey, I was wrong, so I apologise.
CHRISTINE: What's the come on, Isbecki.
ISBECKI: Well, look, I can admit when I'm wrong. Some of the guys have been talking to me. They said I wasn't fair. ...Look, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. You wanna play ball? You're more than welcome.
(he hands her a candy bar)
ISBECKI: What d'ya say? No?
CHRISTINE: A Baby Roo. There's hope for you guys, Isbecki, real hope.
(she passes Petrie)
CHRISTINE: Hi ya, team mate.
PETRIE: You mean you're gonna play?
CHRISTINE: We're on the plate.
PETRIE: Oh good, you saved us. Thanks.
CHRISTINE: What you saying? Come on. OK Isbecki, what's going on?
ISBECKI: Well there's a special rule. Each team must have both men and women to be in the league.
CHRISTINE: Today was never a good day for it, Isbecki.
(she tosses the candy bar back to Isbecki)
PETRIE: Hey, Chris...
(Petrie follows her. Chris rushes past Mary Beth in the office)
MARY BETH: Hey Chris! ...Hey Chris!
(as Mary Beth follows Chris, Petrie speaks to her)
MARY BETH: Christine!

[Locker room]

(Chris throws a softball glove out of her locker and then starts to vigorously brush her hair)
MARY BETH: Chris! ...What, you sudden getting sensitive or something?
(Chris rants on about Isbecki)
CHRISTINE: ...about Isbecki and his softball.
MARY BETH: I was talking about Joe.
MARY BETH: What?
CHRISTINE: I was talking to some people today who knew Arnie Cream. And I told 'em Joe's dead. ...They didn't care. They didn't even care.
MARY BETH: So, forget it. They're jerks.
CHRISTINE: What if we'd gone for lunch?
MARY BETH: We didn't.
CHRISTINE: Hell. We were just unlucky, that's all.
MARY BETH: Right.
CHRISTINE: Forget it.
MARY BETH: Right.
PETRIE [OC]: Cagney.
CHRISTINE: Yes.
PETRIE [OC]: Call coming in. Do you wanna take it?
CHRISTINE: Yes, I'll be right there. (she finishes brushing her hair and says to Mary Beth) It's late and I'm hungry. Do you wanna spin a pizza with me?
MARY BETH: No. Least I can do is go home in my dinner breaks My kids are liable to forget what I look like.
CHRISTINE: Right.
PETRIE [OC]: Cagney.
CHRISTINE: Yes.
PETRIE [OC]: Are you taking this call?
CHRISTINE: Yes, I am. Thank you. I'll be right there.

[Laceys' kitchen]

MARY BETH [OC]: What do say, fellas? You're favourite lady's home.
HARVEY: In here.
MARY BETH: So? ...Some kind of greeting, huh?
HARVEY: I come home from work today. The kids are alone eating dinner. ...This is dinner. Where's the babysitter, I say. Mikey tells me she never showed up.
MARY BETH: I'll call her.
HARVEY: This ain't gonna work, babe.
MARY BETH: So I won't call her. I'll get someone else.
HARVEY: So we can find the kids eating cookies for dinner again. What is that?
MARY BETH: What are you mad at me for?
HARVEY: I'm not mad at you. We are just gonna have to find a way to work this out. That's all.
MARY BETH: We get a responsible babysitter. They do exist.
HARVEY: I think what we do is for one of us to be here.
MARY BETH: You mean one of me.
HARVEY: Well, yeah, we cut back on the overtime a little.
MARY BETH: I'm not even getting paid any overtime for this, Harve. Nobody is. We're doing it because it was Joe.
HARVEY: Yeah, I know but...
MARY BETH: You're your own boss now, why don't you cut back?
HARVEY: Do you see people banging on this door to hire me! There is not a lot of work out there! This is a real showpiece job! I can't pull back now either.
MARY BETH: Well then, we got a problem.

[Detectives' Squad room]

(Mary Beth comes in)
LA GUARDIA: Morning, Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: Says who?
CHRISTINE: You look like hell.
MARY BETH: Split me in half. My life'll be perfect.
CHRISTINE: So, you like to be perfect.
MARY BETH: Just half, Chris.
CHRISTINE: Hell, I'm just trying to get along here.
LA GUARDIA: You guys got time to help me run down a few loose ends for the DA's Office?
MARY BETH: I don't know.
LA GUARDIA: It won't take long.
MARY BETH: What do you need?
LA GUARDIA: Just a few phone calls. I got eight names here. We'll split 'em. (he tears a sheet of paper down the middle) Take one. They're both alike. ...Thank you.
MARY BETH: See how many hours this takes. (she starts to read) 'Tony Robinson, Peter Kidd, Caswell, Barbara Abrahams and er, a Patricia Marie Brown.'
CHRISTINE: Wait, wait, wait. Back up. Who's that?
MARY BETH: Caswell, Peter J.
CHRISTINE: He witnessed Joe's murder. I talked to him.
MARY BETH: Are you sure it's the same Peter Caswell?
CHRISTINE: (to La Guardia) You read the file. Why was Caswell subpoenaed before the Grand Jury?
LA GUARDIA: He was an accountant for a couple of shipping firms. The DA found out they were mob-controlled. Figures they're using it to shelter dirty money. So he wanted to hear what Caswell had to say.
MARY BETH: Maybe somebody out there wanted to keep him from saying it.
CHRISTINE: Maybe so. Joe's in the restaurant. ...Caswell's in the restaurant. ...Arnie Cream walks in, pulls the trigger.
MARY BETH: And the wrong man died.

[Caswells' doorstep]

MARY BETH: Mrs. Caswell, we could really use your help here.
TRICIA CASWELL: I told you before, Peter didn't know anything about the subpoena. He was at work and it just came.
CHRISTINE: What about the threatening phone calls?
TRICIA CASWELL: Peter said they started the very afternoon the subpoena was delivered.
MARY BETH: Where is your husband now, Mrs. Caswell?
TRICIA CASWELL: He's hiding. Why did the District Attorney subpoena Peter? He didn't know the mob controlled the company, he just handled the books.
CHRISTINE: Peter's in danger. He really should turn himself over to us as soon as possible.
TRICIA CASWELL: He's really so frightened he won't even tell me where he is.
MARY BETH: Mrs. Caswell, if someone out there is... But Heaven forbid... But if someone out there is looking for you husband you could be in danger yourself, especially being home here, alone.
TRICIA CASWELL: That's just what I needed to hear.
CHRISTINE: If we put an officer in your house...
TRICIA CASWELL: Absolutely not.
CHRISTINE: Or someone out here in a car.
TRICIA CASWELL: No.
MARY BETH: Let us protect you, Mrs. Caswell.
TRICIA CASWELL: I don't need protection. Peter does. And I won't have the police around to frighten him away if he decides to come home.
MARY BETH: All right. Do us a favour, if he calls, will you try to persuade him to turn himself in? For his own good.
TRICIA CASWELL: Yes. OK.
MARY BETH: Thank you.

[Detectives' Squad room]

(the duo comes in)
CHRISTINE: We'll get protection out there by six o'clock tonight.
MARY BETH: Yeah.
ISBECKI: Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: Victor.
ISBECKI: Chris. ...Look, if you're waiting for me to apologise...
CHRISTINE: Nobody's waiting for anything.
ISBECKI: Look, I may be a jerk but there's a lotta guys there. I mean if you don't play, they can't play. And we're supposed to be in the same team. Right?
PETRIE: (into phone) Yes. ..Yeah. ..Yes. ...Hang on. Cagney.
CHRISTINE: What?
PETRIE: Got your boyfriend again, line two.
CHRISTINE: Which one?
PETRIE: Romeo. Says he got just what you need.
CHRISTINE: (into phone) Detective Cagney...

[Gaming arcade]

(Romeo Lampella is playing a machine. The duo comes in. Chris slaps her badge on the machine)
ROMEO LAMPELLA: What else this time? Good. Excuse me.
(he pockets some winnings)
CHRISTINE: Come on kid, you gonna get smart and help me.
ROMEO LAMPELLA: Whew, I'm falling in love.
(with that Chris grabs Romeo by the lapels and pushes against the machine)
MARY BETH: (to Chris) Look! Hey! Hey, hey! Not so fast. Huh. (to Romeo) Tell it to me. You got the bullshit. Tell it to me.
ROMEO LAMPELLA: Look man, I ain't nobody's punch bag.
CHRISTINE: Look, if you got something to say kid, just say it.
MARY BETH: Give everybody a break, huh?
ROMEO LAMPELLA: Right, all right, er, the old man got pretty sauced last night. He went out with Arnie Cream about a premium cleaning job on 45th. You've got your bullshit.
(with that Romeo goes off)

[Tenement staircase]

(the duo are coming up with the landlord, Mankowitz)
MANKOWITZ: I rent at the full price. I don't put up with any sorta carrying on.
MARY BETH: We understand that, Mr. Mankowitz.
MANKOWITZ: A guy looks good to me. I let him have a room. I don't want nothing with the cops. I want him outta here.
CHRISTINE: Are you sure he's not here?
MANKOWITZ: Sure, I'm sure. He left maybe three hours ago and he ain't been back. I'm downstairs all the time. Nobody gets past me.
(the duo lines up either side of the room door)
MARY BETH: Keep right back. Would you stay right there Mr. Mankowitz.
(Chris bangs on the door)
CHRISTINE: Arnie! Termite control!
MANKOWITZ: I'm telling ya, he ain't there.
(Mary Beth takes the key off Mankowitz and unlocks the door. Chris kicks the door open)
CHRISTINE/MARY BETH: Freeze!

[Arnie's room]

MANKOWITZ: You see.
MARY BETH: Thank you.
(the duo starts to search the room)
MARY BETH: Looks like you were right, Mr. Mankowitz.
MANKOWITZ: Sure.
MARY BETH: Oh, I got something here.
MANKOWITZ: Photo?
MARY BETH: Hotel receipts, gas receipts. ...Name on a credit card, Liam O'Bannen.
MANKOWITZ: Probably stolen. I told you, nothing gets past me.
MARY BETH: Here we go. Car rental. (she makes a phone call, into phone) Lacey here. ...I wanna an APB on a vehicle wanted in connection with the shooting of an officer. Brown, four-door sedan, license number eight-four-five, N, O, B. ...Right away. ...Thank you.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, look at this. ...Careful.
(Chris has found a map with a route drawn on it)
CHRISTINE: From this neighbourhood he has drawn the shortest distance to the Japanese restaurant.
MARY BETH: And the route to the Caswells' house.
(the duo rushes out)
MANKOWITZ: Hey, what do you think about me getting my name in the paper?
MARY BETH: We'll let you know.

[Caswell's doorstep]

(Mary Beth knocks. There is no reply)
MARY BETH: She went down to the market. Right? She needed a couple of things and went out for a minute.
CHRISTINE: Hey, Mary Beth, look.
(on the next door house a female servant is cleaning some windows)
MARY BETH: Excuse me, ma'am. Over here. I'm Detective Lacey. This is Detective Cagney. We're from the police.
SERVANT: Hello.
MARY BETH: Do you know where Mrs. Caswell is?
SERVANT: She left a few minutes ago.
CHRISTINE: Did she say where she was going?
SERVANT: Oh, I didn't talk to her. I was doing the inside then. I just saw her leave with that man.
MARY BETH: Do you remember, by any chance, what he looked like?
SERVANT: Oh, big I think, er, I mean tall, er, dark. Something's wrong, isn't it?
CHRISTINE: How about the car?
SERVANT: Oh, er, brown I think, a regular four-door sedan.
MARY BETH: Do you know which direction they went?
SERVANT: Towards the city.
MARY BETH: Thank you very much.
(the duo rushes to the Squad car and backs out of the drive)

[Squad car]

MARY BETH: (into radio) I got an APB update on that brown four-door sedan, license number eight-four-five, N, O, B. Do not apprehend, unmarked vehicles only. This is a possible hostage situation.
CHRISTINE: Which way? The tunnel or the bridge.
MARY BETH: Bridge.
(at the Manhattan end of the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel a patrol car sees the sedan emerge)
POLICE RADIO: ...license plate eight-four-five, N, O, B. Radio patrol cars do not approach and apprehend. Situation requires unmarked vehicles only. ...in the area of 75th and Third respond. All other units maintain visual on suspect's vehicle.
(the sedan pulls into an underground car park. A patrol car pulls up outside)

[Underground car park]

(Peter Caswell approaches the sedan. Arnold Cream, with a gun, gets out holding Mrs. Caswell. Peter Caswell is holding a brown envelope)
PETER CASWELL: Tricia.
ARNOLD CREAM: Not yet. You're hard to find, Peter.
PETER CASWELL: I got the money. I've... I've got five thousand here. I... I can get the other twenty right away.
ARNOLD CREAM: I'm not interested in your money, Peter.
PETER CASWELL: What's wrong?
ARNOLD CREAM: Twenty-five grand. You know that's ten times what they paid me to do you. Like to think you're worth so much, huh?
PETER CASWELL: No, we had a deal, the money for me and my wife. Here. Here! You promised!
ARNOLD CREAM: You're stupid, Peter.
PETER CASWELL: I don't believe this. I'm not in the mob. I don't know who they are or what they're doing and you're gonna shoot me. For what!
(the duo's car comes in, lights blazing, siren blaring. Mrs. Caswell pushes up Arnold Cream's arm up as he takes a shot at the car. He drags Mrs. Caswell away screaming. The duo jumps out. Other cars arrive)
CHRISTINE: Around here! Go around!
(Arnold Cream is unable to open a grille to escape. Police are in position all around)
PETER CASWELL: Don't hurt her, please! Don't hurt her.
ARNOLD CREAM: Get any closer and I'll blow her brains out!
MARY BETH: Hey, Arnie. Hey, Arnie. ...What's the matter? You been watching too much TV or what? ...Everybody here wants to get home tonight. OK.
ARNOLD CREAM: I just don't wanna get shot! I just don't wanna get shot here!
MARY BETH: Nobody wants to shoot ya. Take your chance in court, Arnie. Don't play it out here.
(looking around at the massed forces he starts sobbing, terrified. He raises his gun and puts it on the ground)
CHRISTINE: Kick it!
(he slides it along the ground and Mary Beth picks it up)
MARY BETH: Mrs. Caswell, will you step over here please?
CHRISTINE: Easy, easy, All right. Don't rough him up. ...Wait! Everybody stay cool! Stay cool. We're gonna take real good care of him.
(she straightens his jacket and tie)
CHRISTINE: Arnold Cream, we'll take real good care of you. We're going to arraign you in front of the DA as fresh as the day that you were born. Take him away.

[Softball park]

(Mary Beth, in softball kit, Harvey and the kids arrive. Harvey demonstrates with a bat)
HARVEY: Shape up. Remember your stance. Like this.
MARY BETH: Shape up. Not down there. Shape up.
HARVEY: Never take your eyes off the ball.
HARVEY JR.: Don't always take the first pitch. Always wait for the one that's flying right through the circle.
MARY BETH: What is it? Where is that?
(Cunningham comes up)
CUNNINGHAM: Mary Beth, can you give me a write-up on that ticket fraud on Monday?
MARY BETH: Monday I won't be here. It's my day with the kids. I'm Sorry.
HARVEY: Hey, come on, I don't want to be a hard nose on this. We can swap days if you want.
MARY BETH: Everything's OK for now. Don't rock the boat.
HARVEY: OK.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth.
HARVEY: (to the kids) We gotta go. (to Mary Beth) I love you. Good luck.
CHRISTINE: You OK?
MARY BETH: Yes.
CHRISTINE: What ever you do don't be nervous. I'll be right there at first base. You do what I say and you'll be all right.
ISBECKI: (to Chris) You remember what I told you about being on base?
CHRISTINE: You remember what I told you about the batting stance?
ISBECKI: Oh well, we can argue about that.
LA GUARDIA: OK. Take the field. (to Mary Beth) Come on, come on move it, you're leading off, and get us a quick start. Go.
(Mary Beth walks tentatively to the plate holding the wrong end of the bat. Harvey and the kids encourage her from behind the wire)
ANNOUNCER: Today's game is being dedicated to Officer Joe Manelli, on of our own ...killed in the line of duty. Let's have a moment of silence.
(they all take off their caps)
ANNOUNCER: Play ball.
(Mary Beth shapes up and hits the first pitch to the boundary wire to everybody's amazement)
CHRISTINE: Wow!
(she hesitates at first base. Chris is nearby and shouts at her)
CHRISTINE: Keep going! Keep going!

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