Internal Affairs
Original Airdate: November 29, 1982

[Warehouse yard]

(the duo is on stakeout in the Squad car)
CHRISTINE: What time is it?
MARY BETH: Two nineteen.
CHRISTINE: Damn.
PETRIE [OC]: (on walkie-talkie) What do you say we should call it a night?
MARY BETH: (into walkie-talkie) Hang in there.
(Petrie and Isbecki are in another car)
ISBECKI: (into walkie-talkie) I think you ladies have been stood up.
CHRISTINE: Are you talking from experience?
(an articulated truck drives into the yard)
ISBECKI: (into walkie-talkie) Later Cagney. Going down.
CHRISTINE: (into walkie-talkie) OK.
(when the truck has backed up the cars roar in, sirens blaring, red lights flashing)
PETRIE [OC]: Hold it right there!
ISBECKI: (to the truck driver) Freeze! Don't get cute.
TRUCK DRIVER: Hey! Who are you?
CHRISTINE: Police! Step down, please.
TRUCK DRIVER: All right, all right, maybe I pushed the limit a little bit to get me here.
(Petrie is fleecing the driver)
MARY BETH: Yeah, that's not all you're pushing.
TRUCK DRIVER: What the hell is all this about?
MARY BETH: You tell me!
TRUCK DRIVER: You're not... You're not... Just check the manifest. I'm just doing a job here.
PETRIE: He's clean.
TRUCK DRIVER: I've never been in trouble before. Come on, give me a break.
(inside the truck the detectives search through the crates)
ISBECKI: Everything you need to make a great Monkey Gland. ...Except the booze.
(he puts a sparkly disc behind his ear)
CHRISTINE: What happened to the hijacked liquor?
ISBECKI: I want you to know that I gave up a date with Jessica for this.
CHRISTINE: Ortiz said he had an inside line on this shipment.
MARY BETH: He was right in there. How could he be wrong?
PETRIE: It was a new cover. It takes time
CHRISTINE: He said it was a sure thing.
PETRIE: There aren't any sure things in life.
ISBECKI: The only sure thing I had tonight was Jessica. (tossing the disc back into a crate) Jessica was a sure thing.

[Detectives' Squad room]

(La Guardia approaches a man waiting on a bench)
LA GUARDIA: Good news, Mr. Grob, we found your missing car.
GROB: Oh yeah.
LA GUARDIA: Along with the car we found your brother-in-law. (he half looks at a suspect in the nearby holding cell) He says you paid him to steal it.
GROB: Oh yeah.
LA GUARDIA: Could you tell me why you have four different insurance policies?
GROB: Oh... yeah.
(Grob tosses away a half smoked cigarette. It lands just outside the holding cell where the suspect fishes it through the wire and takes a surreptitious puff shielded by his jacket)

[Ladies' room]

(the duo is there with Shelley, the secretary. Chris is examining one of her eyes in the mirror)
CHRISTINE: Very nice.
MARY BETH: So I said to him, 'Harve, honey, it's four o'clock in the morning'.
SHELLEY: And he said 'No time like the right time'.
MARY BETH: We were talking about getting a pizza.
SHELLEY: Oh.
MARY BETH: You know, you've got a one-track mind these days.
CHRISTINE: Pizza?
MARY BETH: Henry. Huggable Henry.
(they continue the banter and leave the Ladies' room laughing)

[Detectives' Squad room]

(the detainee has used the cigarette to set fire to a piece of paper which he then uses to set fire to his trousers. He starts shouting. Petrie looks up from his desk)
PETRIE: Fire! Get him out of there!
(Petrie picks up his jacket off his chair, gets into the holding cell, encircles the detainee with the jacket and forces him down onto to the floor in the office while La Guardia douses the flames with a fire extinguisher. The women rush in and Samuels rushes out of his office)
SAMUELS: Is he all right?
PETRIE: I'll get him to the doctor.
SAMUELS: Well, have him examine his head. ...Cagney and Lacey, I've been waiting for you to arrive. Come on in. Ortiz doesn't know what went wrong last night.
ORTIZ: Sorry guys, it was a bummer.
CHRISTINE: Well, what happened?
ORTIZ: Well, I was working the loading dock and the foreman says there was going to be a delivery of cases of liquor to the West 19th Street warehouse, supposedly hijacked from a truck in North Carolina. Word from the horse's mouth.
MARY BETH: Well, do you think it could have been rerouted?
ORTIZ: The next time I'm gonna get it on tape.
CHRISTINE: Did you get it over the wire?
ORTIZ: Well, I don't want you girls to freeze your butts on account of me.
SAMUELS: Just be careful.
ORTIZ: No problem.
CHRISTINE: Cheers, Ortiz
MARY BETH: Adios.
(Ortiz leaves)
SAMUELS: All right, come on, let's go and have some lunch.
CHRISTINE: Now?
MARY BETH: What's the occasion?
SAMUELS: No occasion. Just an ordinary lunch.
(Chris taps Mary Beth and follows Samuels with a big smile on her face)
LA GUARDIA: What happened to my suspect?

[Restaurant]

(a smartly dressed man gets up from a table as Samuels comes in with the duo)
BERWICK: (indicating for the duo to sit down) Ladies. Bert, over here please.
SAMUELS: This is Anthony Berwick, Internal Affairs Division.
BERWICK: How do you do.
CHRISTINE: Ah.
MARY BETH: Hello.
BERWICK: Do you like Dover sole?
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
BERWICK: Great, we're in luck. ...Now, as you know, Detective Ortiz has been working undercover with the DA's on the inter-state hijack. We believe they've changed the game plan.
SAMUELS: They know that. They were on the stakeout that went bum.
BERWICK: We think we know why. We believe the hijackers were tipped off.
CHRISTINE: By whom?
BERWICK: Police. Your Squad.
MARY BETH: And you suspect Ortiz?
BERWICK: No. We suspect everybody.
CHRISTINE: But not us?
BERWICK: Well, you're females. You have an advantage.
MARY BETH: Such as?
BERWICK: Females haven't been in the Department long enough. Bad guys don't trust them. Besides we checked you out.
(the fish has arrived and Berwick and Michel, the waiter, have an extended exchange in French. Samuels looks irritated)
MICHEL: Bon appetit, Messieurs, Mesdames.
BERWICK: You'll be part of our internal investigation. You will report on other detectives. My cover will be Miss. Cagney's insurance agent. When I call you, you will return my call from a secure phone outside the Squad room.
CHRISTINE: Forget it.
BERWICK: All right, if not insurance agent, bookie. You need a sense of humour in this job.
CHRISTINE: I find nothing funny about spying on people that I work with.
BERWICK: Neither do we. We have the utmost concern for our undercover officers.
MARY BETH: Sir, what if we don't wanna do it?
BERWICK: A detective is an appointed rank. You serve at the pleasure of the Commissioner. Your position is tenuous to say the least.
MARY BETH: You will have to do what you think is right, sir, as will I .
SAMUELS: Don't threaten them, Berwick. I know my people. We don't have a leak. This is just an excuse for IAD to meddle in local precinct affairs, that's all. If we've got a problem, we'll handle it. We don't need you.
BERWICK: You're in trouble, Bert, whether you know it or not. You need help.
SAMUELS: I don't think so. ...What is this? Fish?

[Detectives' Squad room]

ISBECKI: Good stuff, huh?
ORTIZ: You want stereo equipment, designer games. Eighty-five thousand dollars worth of junk. If it travels by truck, Sandech's guys have got it. Hot and cheap.
ISBECKI: The DA's gonna love it.
(Ortiz is holding up a mini-tape)
ORTIZ: We might even release the album.
ORTIZ/ISBECKI: Ha, ha, ha.
(Isbecki and Ortiz come up to Chris, with her feet up on the desk, and Petrie who are tossing a ball through a small basketball net on the wall)
ORTIZ: (to Chris) You got an envelope?
CHRISTINE: (handing him it from her desk drawer) Yeah.
(Ortiz puts the tape into the envelope)
ISBECKI: What's the score?
PETRIE: H, O, R. ...H, O, R, F.
CHRISTINE: No problem. You're finished. It's over for you, Petrie.
(Chris throws the ball)
SHELLEY: (who is just passing by) Can I help with this?
CHRISTINE: No.
PETRIE: [OC]: You got the winner.
ORTIZ: (holds up the envelope with the tape in it) Stick around guys. we'll have a search warrant for tonight.
(Ortiz leaves. Petrie and Chris continue to play the game as Charlie Cagney comes in)
CHARLIE: So this is where the taxpayer's money goes, huh?
CHRISTINE: Pop!
CHARLIE: Hi.
PETRIE: Hi partner.
CHARLIE: Oh, hello Petrie.
ISBECKI: (to Charlie, shaking hands) Hey, good to see ya again.
CHRISTINE: Watch this!
CHARLIE: (as Chris fails to score) Chrissie, what did I tell ya? It's all in the wrist.
CHRISTINE: You don't know what you're talking about. Come and talk to me. Come on. (to the others) I'll be back. Take my place.
(Petrie and Isbecki continue the game)
CHRISTINE: What are you doing here?
CHARLIE: Just came by to make sure my little captain hadn't dropped dead of a heart attack or something. I'm looking for a reference. I'm applying for a job.
CHRISTINE: Terrific! What job?
CHARLIE: Well, it's an outfit on Wall Street, stocks and bonds. They need a courier with an impeccable background, and I mean, who's more impeccable than a retired cop.
CHRISTINE: That's great, Pop! Are you gonna stay? Do you want some coffee.
CHARLIE: Yeah, sure, love it.
CHRISTINE: OK. ...So, what do you think of the old place.
CHARLIE: Still smells the same.
CHRISTINE: Same coffee too.

[Street in the Garment District]

(Ortiz is walking along. Suddenly he is trapped by two men pushing a garment rack along the pavement, bundled to the ground with a coat over his head, knocked out with a cosh and the envelope with the tape in it is taken from his pocket)

[Samuels' office]

(Samuels comes in followed by the duo)
SAMUELS: Close the door. Ortiz is in the hospital.
MARY BETH: Is he OK?
SAMUELS: He will be. Someone found out what he was doing. Got the tape. Not his wristwatch. Not his wallet. Just the tape.
CHRISTINE: I don't believe it. I just don't believe it.
SAMUELS: I just can't believe that one of my own people is the leak, but it's true. So we're gonna have to play ball with IAD. Try and plug the leak.
MARY BETH: Sir, exactly what does that mean?
SAMUELS: What that means, you two are working for Berwick. Do what he tells you. ...Go on. Get out of here.

[Precinct House yard]

MARY BETH: We approach it like we approach any other case. Motivation. Opportunity.
CHRISTINE: Petrie?
MARY BETH: Motivation. New baby on the way. Needs the money. Opportunities around the clock.
CHRISTINE: Isbecki?
MARY BETH: Motivation. Stupidity.
CHRISTINE: Maybe he heard what it was then got in over his head.
MARY BETH: La Guardia?
CHRISTINE: Ready to retire. Been on the department since he first made detective.
MARY BETH: No way.
CHRISTINE: Yeah.
MARY BETH: Ortiz?
CHRISTINE: No.
MARY BETH: Shelley?
CHRISTINE: She's a civilian.
MARY BETH: Well, she's still got ears.
CHRISTINE: Maybe. How about helping to finance the honeymoon with huggable Henry.
(they list off the other detectives citing the motivation as money)
MARY BETH: All right. OK. We'll get somewhere.
CHRISTINE: Yeah. ...Where?

[Detectives' Squad room]

(the male detectives are all gathered round Petrie and Isbecki who have a couple of files open. They are creating a hubbub. The duo is in the background)
SAMUELS: All right. Hold it, now! With Ortiz out of action we're all gonna pitch in with the DA on this hijacking investigation. Petrie, try the street vendors.
PETRIE: Yeah. Right.
SAMUELS: La Guardia, you go after truck drivers and small time wise guys.
LA GUARDIA: You got it.
(Samuels continues while the duo listens)
SAMUELS: Isbecki, these are the shipping manifestos that Ortiz was able to copy. Check them out. Cagney and Lacey, see if you can run down stolen goods in any retail stores.
MARY BETH: OK, Lieutenant.
ISBECKI: Didn't you just know the girls would get to go shopping.
SHELLEY: (to Chris) Your insurance agent called again. He wants you to call back.
CHRISTINE: Thank you.
(Chris goes off. La Guardia comes up)
LA GUARDIA: (to Mary Beth) Insurance hassle?
MARY BETH: Do I know?
LA GUARDIA: My brother-in-law's an insurance salesman. He's a terrific...
SAMUELS: All right, come on, let's go! This is not a coffee club.
LA GUARDIA: I'll give Cagney his number.

[Berwick's office/Secure phone location]

BERWICK: We're not getting anywhere. You have a problem with the solvability quotient.
CHRISTINE: I know.
BERWICK: Bet you didn't feel the same with the other cases.
CHRISTINE: I never had a case before spying on my friends.
BERWICK: You'll have to roll your sleeves up, get your hands dirty. Remember this jeopardises the lives of your fellow detectives.
CHRISTINE: I know it.
BERWICK: Look into their financial records. Get out there. Follow them.
CHRISTINE: Follow who?!
BERWICK: Anyone. Mark Petrie.
CHRISTINE: Why Petrie?
BERWICK: Isbecki. La Guardia. Pick one. Get started.
(he rings off. At the secure phone location Chris hears a uniformed officer coming)
CHRISTINE: Couldn't you get me a better rate on my loft. These premiums are ridiculous!
(the duo are sitting in the Squad car watching a shop assistant load a lot of boxes into the boot of his car from an stereo store)

[Squad car]

CHRISTINE: I didn't know Isbecki was a stereo freak.
MARY BETH: Well, he's probably a lot of things that we don't know.
CHRISTINE: I can't wait to find out.

[Stereo store]

CHRISTINE: Isbecki?
SHOP ASSISTANT: Yeah, yeah., that's the name. I took care of him.
MARY BETH: Could we see a sales slip, please?
SHOP ASSISTANT: Yeah. ...Isbecki.
CHRISTINE: Three thousand, seven hundred and forty-two dollars!
SHOP ASSISTANT: Yeah, but he got a good buy. I mean that is a five thousand dollar unit. It's state-of-the-art.
CHRISTINE: It's a down payment?
SHOP ASSISTANT: No down payment. He put it all on his card.
CHRISTINE: All of it!
SHOP ASSISTANT: The card wasn't a phoney one.

[Chris's loft]

CHRISTINE: (into phone) OK. Thanks a lot.
(she rings off)
CHRISTINE: Isbecki's got a four thousand dollar credit line.
MARY BETH: How come we earn the same and the best I can do is five hundred?
CHRISTINE: Makes you wonder, doesn't it?
MARY BETH: I can't tell you how much I hate what we're doing.
(Chris goes to the fridge)
CHRISTINE: Want some lunch? Leftovers.
MARY BETH: What? Did you have company?
CHRISTINE: No, I made it for myself. Is that a yes or no?
MARY BETH: Yes. Yes, thank you. ...Oh, this is great. ...Wouldn't it be terrific if Berwick was spying on us too?
CHRISTINE: Ortiz wouldn't be in the hospital if somebody hadn't blown it for him.
MARY BETH: That's the only thing that keeps me going.
CHRISTINE: You know, I've been hanging around the Department since I went to live with my dad when I was thirteen. I believe a cop should be above reproach.
MARY BETH: What fairytale was that from?
(the door buzzer goes)
CHRISTINE: Should be, I said. Should be.
(Chris goes and looks through the spy hole)
CHRISTINE: (quietly) Berwick. (she unlocks the door) What a surprise!
BERWICK: Nice place you have here. ...Very nice.
CHRISTINE: Well, I bought this about ten years ago when the neighbourhood was really lousy, ...with some money that my mother left me.
BERWICK: No reason for paranoia, Detective Cagney.
MARY BETH: Sir, what can we do for you?
BERWICK: Progress report.
CHRISTINE: We tailed Isbecki to a stereo store where he purchased thirty-seven hundred dollars worth of components.
BERWICK: That's not so outlandish. How did he pay, ...cash?
MARY BETH: He put it on his credit card. There's a four thousand dollar credit line. OK?
ISBECKI: I'll follow up on that. Meanwhile, you'll notice that someone who was at our last meeting isn't with us now.
CHRISTINE: Michel, ...the waiter.
BERWICK: I want you to follow Lieutenant Samuels.
MARY BETH: I beg your pardon.

[Detectives' Squad room]

(Isbecki is playing with a small mechanical monkey by Shelley's typewriter)
SHELLEY: Do you mind?! It was a present.
ISBECKI: From Henry?
SAMUELS: Shelley!
SHELLEY: Yes sir?
SAMUELS: Get those shipping manifests that Ortiz brought in. The DA wants them processed.
SHELLEY: Right away sir.
(later Isbecki is examining part of his stereo equipment. Petrie is looking at something on the wall)
PETRIE: This calendar's three months behind.
ISBECKI: I like the view.
(his phone goes)
ISBECKI: (into phone) Detective Isbecki, Fourteenth Squad. ...Who?. ...Yes.

[Samuels' office]

SHELLEY: I got the envelope, sir.
SAMUELS: Yes.
SHELLEY: It's empty.
SAMUELS: What?!

[Detectives' Squad room]

ISBECKI: (into phone) Right away.
(Isbecki puts the phone down slowly and puts on his coat and leaves as the duo come in)
CHRISTINE: Remind me to call my father. He's coming over to dinner this week.
MARY BETH: Oh, did he get that courier job?
CHRISTINE: That's what I'm gonna find out.
SHELLEY: (to the duo) I wouldn't go in there.
MARY BETH: What's the problem?
SHELLEY: You know those shipping manifests, the ones Ortiz copied? They're missing from the envelope.
CHRISTINE: Wasn't Isbecki dealing with them?
SHELLEY: Yeah, but he gave them back to Samuels. I remember seeing them on Samuels' desk, but now he's acting like he's never seen them. Like he really wants to put the blame on me or Isbecki or somebody else.
(Samuels is desperately searching through the papers on his desk)

[Manhattan street]

(Berwick has met the duo under an umbrella in the pouring rain)
BERWICK: Detective Isbecki was very helpful.
CHRISTINE: What did he tell you?
BERWICK: There's a reason for a man to spend that kind of money on a stereo system. He has a trust fund of a hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars.
CHRISTINE: Are we talking about the same Isbecki?!
BERWICK: His grandfather owned a small carpet store in The Bronx. Had the same name as a large chain that came along later. When they realised that they couldn't operate in New York due to prior registration, they negotiated a settlement.
CHRISTINE: Oh.
BERWICK: Isbecki's father invested his share of the settlement in IBM stock. That was twenty years ago.
MARY BETH: And now Isbecki is rich.
BERWICK: Well, it depends on your definition of the term. It's a nice nest egg. And any rate he's no longer under suspicion.
CHRISTINE: Now come on. This makes me sick. The guy drives an old rented car. Well, you wanna see his apartment.
MARY BETH: When were you in his apartment?!
BERWICK: He's deeply embarrassed. He doesn't want anyone to know. That's good.
CHRISTINE: Good.
ISBECKI: It makes him more cooperative.
CHRISTINE: Does he know that we know?
BERWICK: No. I wouldn't want to tell him. It might jeopardise the investigation.

[Squad car]

MARY BETH: I wanna hand in our report by the end of the week. Get it over and done with.
CHRISTINE: What if we don't have anything to report.
MARY BETH: So, we hand in the form. We did our job. I've known Bert Samuels for ten years. There's no way he's gonna turn against the Department.
CHRISTINE: Three visits to the same building. Same time every time. Here he comes.
MARY BETH: So that's all we have to say. We don't have to draw any conclusions.
CHRISTINE: Don't take it personally, Samuels wouldn't. We're doing our job. It has to be done. I'd rather we drew conclusions than the IAD.
(Samuels under an umbrella goes into the building)

[Laceys' bedroom]

MARY BETH: There was this man over in Hudson, Ken Miller. Really nice man. Detective, fourteen years and a guy whose Squad was being investigated by Internal Affairs. So Miller intervened on his behalf. He was charged with interfering with the efforts of the Department. Busted him back to patrolman. So he's doing his time right now, walking the beat.
HARVEY: Just think of feathers. Just think of falling into a room full of feathers.
MARY BETH: You can't believe the power they have, Harvey.
HARVEY: No, I know, baby, I know.
MARY BETH: Harvey,...
HARVEY: Hey, come on, now, Rubbing your back, it takes concentration.
MARY BETH: It does for me, Harvey, I know it.
HARVEY: Aw, so they put you on a spy job.
MARY BETH: That's a crumby thing to say.
HARVEY: What do you want from them? They don't care about you.
MARY BETH: Do you know something, Harve?
HARVEY: What?
MARY BETH: You are not helping me here.
HARVEY: Well, I only wanted to help my little Mata Hari, huh?
(he puts out the bedside light)
HARVEY: My little sister of Benny Stephano.
MARY BETH: Thanks a lot.
HARVEY: Hey, wait a minute. Hold up. The room may be bugged.

[Manhattan street]

(Petrie is checking through some clothes deliveries on the pavement. The duo drive up in the Squad car. They are following Petrie)
PETRIE: (to trader, Patterson) How ya doing?
PATTERSON: No telling this year, man. They're all genuine labels.
PETRIE: Yes, I can see. I'll take 'em all.
PATTERSON: What are you kidding?
PETRIE: (showing his badge) Nope. Let's go.
PATTERSON: Oh, come on, man, what you gonna hassle me for?
PETRIE: The lot numbers on these tags match the exact shipment that was hijacked last month, so unless you can prove you're from one of the right stores. ...Let's go.
PATTERSON: Woah, woah, woah, (he moves round beside Petrie) Look, I wanna show you some guys, huh.
PETRIE: What?
PATTERSON: (drawing a flick knife from his pocket unseen by Petrie) What if I show you where he is? Do you think we can work something out?
PETRIE: We'll talk. (indicating the clothes) Wrap it up.
(the trader stabs Petrie. The duo sees this and puts the red light on top of the car)
CHRISTINE: Let's go!
(they drive round the corner and jump out)
MARY BETH: Petrie!
PETRIE: Get the perp! I'm OK.
(the duo chases the trader into the car park entrance of a building where there is a rehearsal studio)

[Rehearsal studio]

(a choreographer is rehearsing a chorus line)
CHOREOGRAPHER: Come on, girls, move those hips! Come on, that's it, smile, three, that's it!
(the duo chases the trader through the building. He bursts into the studio, to the consternation of the girls, followed by the duo, guns drawn. Chris fires a shot and the trader turns trapped against a wall)
MARY BETH: Put your hands up! ...Over your head! ...Drop it! ...Open your hands. (he drops the knife) ...Right, move over here. ...On your belly. ...You all right there, ladies?!
CHRISTINE: (to the trader, laying prostrate) Hands behind your back.

[Manhattan street]

(the ambulance is there attending to Petrie)
PETRIE: What are you two doing here, anyway?
CHRISTINE: You were lucky.
PETRIE: Do you want to ring your insurance agent?
CHRISTINE: What are you talking about?
PETRIE: Lots of rumours lately, since Isbecki got called down by IAD. Some people think there's an investigation going on around the Squad room.
CHRISTINE: Really!
PETRIE: If IAD were gunning for a friend of mine, I'd certainly try to let them know about it, and I would hope my friends would do the same for me.
MARY BETH: Let's get back, huh.
PETRIE: Level with me.
MARY BETH: We heard the rumour too.
PETRIE: Aha.

[Precinct House yard]

(as the duo drives in La Guardia complete with a rose in his buttonhole walks out)
CHRISTINE: Did you notice, La Guardia is dressing a lot better lately?
(they back out to follow him)

[East 55th Street]

(the duo draws up in the car)
CHRISTINE: There's his contact.
(LaGuardia greets a smart, young, blonde woman who takes the rose and embraces him)
MARY BETH: Contact for what?
CHRISTINE: I can't stand it! La Guardia's got a girl friend.
MARY BETH: Well, some of these guys got something going in their lives. ...I think I wanna cry.
CHRISTINE: Oh, come on!
MARY BETH: Leave me alone!
CHRISTINE: (as the couple walk away smiling) This is great!

[Samuels' office]

SAMUELS: The perp's the name of Patterson. He was in charge of the designer jeans. He's in with Petrie now. He's definitely involved in this hijacking operation.
ISBECKI: Good grief. (turning and looking at the duo) I guess we got lucky, eh?
SAMUELS: Seems he was hired by a man in Philadelphia who he's never met, to go down there and drive a truckload of stuff back here to New York.
CHRISTINE: What kind of stuff?
SAMUELS: Could be anything. Doesn't know the destination here. Says they'll tell him that when he gets down there. Isbecki, I want you to go down there.
ISBECKI: Down to Philly?
SAMUELS: He never met the guy, right? So you're him.
CHRISTINE: You look like a truck driver, Isbecki!
ISBECKI: Yeah.
SAMUELS: Drive the truck back here. We'll meet you, ....and the hijackers. What ever they tell ya. Any problems?
ISBECKI: No sir.
SAMUELS: OK. Listen, keep it quiet. With all the problems we've been having, I don't want anyone apart from the people in this room to know what you're doing.
ISBECKI: Understood.
MARY BETH: Right, sir.

[Detectives' Squad room]

(Isbecki and the duo come out of Samuels' office)
MARY BETH: So Isbecki, that'll be a good assignment for you, huh?
CHRISTINE: Yes, keep you out of trouble for a while.
ISBECKI: Well, it was a good thing you two were around to catch the guy.

[Berwick's office]

MARY BETH: I found this in my desk drawer, sir.
(there is a designer box from Italy with a dead rat in it)
MARY BETH: We are resigning from this investigation. We have our report here. (she throws it on the desk) That's pretty much covers what we know about everybody. They all appear to be clean, ...sir.
BERWICK: I can appreciate how traumatic it must have been for you to find this.
CHRISTINE: I'm sure you can't.
MARY BETH: We still have to work with these people. Some of them used to be friends.
BERWICK: You still haven't found the leak.
CHRISTINE: If there is one.
BERWICK: So you haven't completed the assignment. I'm sorry!
CHRISTINE: No!
BERWICK: We've invested too much to pull you off at this point. It's tough. Try to stick it out.
MARY BETH: We can't. I'm sorry I was just speaking for myself, I can't, ... and I won't.
CHRISTINE: Neither will I, Mr. Berwick.
BERWICK: Yeah, I'm surprised at you, Detective Cagney. With your family's history of service to the Department. Your father's a retired patrolman.
CHRISTINE: Right.
BERWICK: Charles F. Cagney. In fact he's applying to departmental references right now for a job as a courier on Wall Street.
BERWICK: It was sweet of you to keep in touch.
BERWICK: It's a bonded position. He can't get without our blessing, ...which we'd be happy to give ...in spite of his record.
CHRISTINE: What are you talking about?
(Berwick taps into his computer terminal and reads from the screen)
BERWICK: September twenty-third, nineteen forty-eight. Suspended without pay for two months for taking bribes.
CHRISTINE: My father? What are you trying to pull?
BERWICK: Oh yeah, your father had a regular route. He did all the merchants on the street. He probably kept you in diapers. If we tell his new employers, he won't get the job. We have no reason to do that if, of course, if you and Detective Lacey decide to stay on the investigation.
CHRISTINE: (to Mary Beth) I'm going.
MARY BETH: I'll talk to her.

[Chris's loft]

(Chris is sitting on the floor drinking a glass of wine listening to classical music. The door buzzer goes. She gets up, turns the stereo volume up, sits back down on the floor and takes another gulp of wine. The buzzer goes repeatedly so she gets up punches the stereo off and opens the door as the buzzer is going continuously)
CHARLIE: Don't you hear anything? You're gonna make yourself deaf playing the music that loud.
CHRISTINE: I left a message for you to call me.
CHARLIE: Well, you could tell me whatever you wanted tell me when I got here.
CHRISTINE: No, you should have returned my call. I wanted to cancel dinner.
CHARLIE: Well as I didn't smell anything cooking I figured dinner was cancelled. No matter. I'm gonna take my best girl out to dinner. Chrissie, I got the job!
(Chris turns away from him)
CHARLIE: What's the matter, babe? You OK? ...Hey, we don't have to go out. We can just sit around here and gas.
CHRISTINE: Why didn't you ever tell me you were on the take?
CHARLIE: What?
CHRISTINE: Why did I have to hear it from some IAD slime-bag in front of people that I work with!
CHARLIE: Be careful how you talk to me, Chrissie, I'm your father.
CHRISTINE: September, nineteen forty-eight, you were reprimanded, suspended for two months and fined for taking payouts.
CHARLIE: You don't know what you're talking about.
CHRISTINE: What are you trying to tell me?
CHARLIE: There's nothing to tell ya!
CHRISTINE: You could have told me why! You could have told me you were sorry!
CHARLIE: Things were different then, Chris. The Department was different.
CHRISTINE: No, you give me something, Charlie! You give me something. I need it!
CHARLIE: When you walk the beat as long as I did, Chrissie. You get to know the people, you get to know the neighbourhood. A bartender wants to keep a card game going. A restaurant owner wants to park a few cars in a no parking zone. It wasn't a big deal. These people were my friends!
CHRISTINE: (almost crying) You needed money? Was someone sick, Daddy? You didn't tell me.
CHARLIE: You're not hearing one word I'm saying!
CHRISTINE: No, but I'm trying!
CHARLIE: It was the boys. Hey, Chris please, I came here to celebrate. I just got a new job!
CHRISTINE: Says you were on the pad. Says every week you got thirty bucks on the dole!
CHARLIE: Uh huh, I'll see you later, Chris. We'll do some celebrating when you feeling better.
CHRISTINE: I don't want you to leave now. ...I want you to stay and talk to me.
(Charlie slowly walks out carrying the bottle of champagne he had brought with him)

[Ladies' room]

CHRISTINE: Are you ready to go? Samuels just left.
MARY BETH: How did it go last night?
CHRISTINE: Lousy. ...Have you got a cigarette on ya?
MARY BETH: Huh?
CHRISTINE: I feel like having a cigarette. Do you have one?
MARY BETH: Maybe we can buy a pack and split it.
CHRISTINE: I hate this thing. I wanna be off of it.
MARY BETH: It won't be much longer. Isbecki called in from Philly this morning. He's on one of the trucks coming into Sandech's warehouse.
CHRISTINE: Do you think we'll be in on the collar?
MARY BETH: I don't know. Samuels hasn't assigned it yet.
CHRISTINE: Samuels will never make the assignment until it's too late.
MARY BETH: That was crumby, Christine.
CHRISTINE: Well, I'm in a crumby mood. Do you wanna follow Samuels or not?
MARY BETH: Chris, if you're angry with your father, take it up with him. With me, lighten up. All right?

[Squad car]

(the duo is watching Samuels who goes into the building)
MARY BETH: Oh, he's got a woman in there, I know it.
CHRISTINE: This is an office building not a hotel.
MARY BETH: You ever read 'The Happy Hooker'? He's been here four times in the last eight days. Something is not right.
CHRISTINE: Well that's what we're here to find out, isn't it?
MARY BETH: We are here to find out if he's corrupt. ...I don't have a good feeling about this.

[Office building]

ELEVATOR OPERATOR: Eleventh floor.
(the duo gets out of the lift)
ELEVATOR OPERATOR: Well, this is it.
CHRISTINE: Same floor he always comes to?
ELEVATOR OPERATOR: Sure. Do you think you're gonna bust this guy, or what?
CHRISTINE: Thanks for your help.
ELEVATOR OPERATOR: Going up.
(the duo looks at a office allocation board)
CHRISTINE: Well, they're all shrinks.
MARY BETH: Family problems. Psychiatric therapy.
(Mary Beth turns back to try and catch the lift operator)
MARY BETH: Hey, maybe...
(they miss it and while they are standing there, Samuels comes out of a Men's room door and sees them)
SAMUELS: It was Berwick, right?
MARY BETH: Sir, I'm sorry.
SAMUELS: I am an honest cop.
CHRISTINE: Sorry.
SAMUELS: Don't be sorry for me.
CHRISTINE: No, I didn't mean...
SAMUELS: No, I got problems. I'm dealing with them. Here! It's not your business. It's not the Department's. ...It does not affect my job!
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
CHRISTINE: Yes sir.
SAMUELS: I'm not asking for any special favour. If you've gotta tell Berwick ...you tell him. But I expect the same sort of confidentiality as you've got to give every other subject in your investigation. ...I've got an appointment I gotta keep.
(Samuels walks off down the corridor)
MARY BETH: I'm not going through with it, Chris.
CHRISTINE: No.

[Samuels office/Phone booth at a petrol station]

SAMUELS: (on phone) Are you being watched?
ISBECKI: (into phone) I don't think so, but scratch that bust at Sandech's warehouse, we're not going there.
SAMUELS: Hold it. (he calls to the duo to come into the office) Hey you two. (to Isbecki) I thought this was solid. Why the switch?. (to the duo) Shut the door. (to Isbecki) Go ahead.
ISBECKI: All I know is suddenly I'm like the walking plague. The guy's still not come around. Then I get the word that we're changing our destination.
SAMUELS: Where you going?
ISBECKI: I don't know.
SAMUELS: Oh good. I want you out of there.
ISBECKI: What, are you kidding?
SAMUELS: Out! Right now! Hop a freight deck. Run into the woods. Just get out of there.
ISBECKI: Yeah, I'll figure out something. I'll let you know.
SAMUELS: It's too dangerous.
ISBECKI: I gotta go.

[Samuels' office]

SAMUELS: Have either of you mentioned to anybody at all that Isbecki's planted undercover.
MARY BETH: No sir.
CHRISTINE: No.
SAMUELS: We got a problem.

[Ladies' room]

CHRISTINE: Well it couldn't have been Samuels. It Could not have been Isbecki.
MARY BETH: It wasn't us.
CHRISTINE: Do you think the phones are tapped?
MARY BETH: Yeah. By Berwick.
CHRISTINE: Maybe there's a bug in Samuels' office. That's the place we talked about Isbecki going under.
MARY BETH: I can't believe I'm thinking these thoughts.
CHRISTINE: Well...
MARY BETH: This is the real world, Christine. This is not James Bond, it's not. ...Chris we talked about Isbecki one other place.
(she indicates the Ladies' room. Chris stoops down to look under the basins)
CHRISTINE: This is crazy.
MARY BETH: (out loud) So Chris, did you mention to anyone about Isbecki being planted?
CHRISTINE: (out loud while she continues to search) No, of course not.
MARY BETH: Did we talk about it at our desks?
(Mary Beth starts to open the WC doors)
CHRISTINE: Not that I remember.
MARY BETH: In the booking area, huh?
CHRISTINE: No.
MARY BETH: In our car? At home? (they continue to search of the WCs) I think the only kinda bugs we got in here are roaches or silver things. If there was a bug it could've been pulled.
CHRISTINE: This is ridiculous. There's no bug in here.
MARY BETH: Well then, it's just us. We're the only ones that use this john.
(they look at one another realising something)

[Detectives' Squad room]

(the duo comes in from the Ladies' room and pick up their things to leave)
CHRISTINE: We need an update on that new bug in Samuels' office.
MARY BETH: I was supposed to call Harve.
CHRISTINE: No, no time.
(the duo leaves. Shelley, who has been standing at a filing cabinet, also goes out)

[Secure phone location]

HENRY: (on phone) Hello.
SHELLEY: (into phone) It's me, honey.
HENRY: (on phone) Hi, babe, I miss you.
SHELLEY: (into phone) I miss you. Two hours and I get off work.
HENRY: (on phone) Then you won't be missing me anymore.
SHELLEY: (into phone) Henry, They've got a bug in Samuels' office.
HENRY: (on phone) You're terrific baby, you know that.
SHELLEY: (into phone) It's all in a days work.
(Samuels and the duo is listening in the precinct telephone exchange to the conversation being recorded)
SHELLEY: (into phone) I love you.

[Precinct telephone exchange]

CHRISTINE: Do you want us to take her?
SAMUELS: She's my secretary. I'll do it.

[Interview room]

(Berwick is standing in the corner)
SAMUELS: (to Shelley) Isbecki's in danger, Shelley. They've rerouted his truck to another destination and we don't know where.
SHELLEY: They wouldn't hurt him. They just don't want to get arrested.
CHRISTINE: They hurt Ortiz.
SHELLEY: It just got a little out of hand.
SAMUELS: They're gonna hurt him. Maybe even kill him, and you'll be charged as an accessory, Shelley. I'll charge you myself.
CHRISTINE: Why didn't you stop this after they beat up Ortiz?
SHELLEY: What do you think?
MARY BETH: Henry?
SHELLEY: Yeah.
CHRISTINE: Oh, come on.
SHELLEY: What do you know? A guy's falling all over you. Henry was the only winner I ever had.
MARY BETH: We understand. She understands that.
CHRISTINE: No, I don't understand that.
MARY BETH: OK, when you did it for this, man, I can understand that. But now we've gotta talk about Isbecki.
SHELLEY: I'm not sure where it is, Mary Beth.
SAMUELS: Just tell us what you know.
SHELLEY: It was something about the east warehouse. That's all I know.
CHRISTINE: Could be one of Sandech's warehouses.
SAMUELS: It's not Sandech. We've got one hell of a problem. I'll get on to it and let you know.
(Samuels leaves)
SHELLEY: I always liked Isbecki. You know that, Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: Sure.
SHELLEY: I'm sorry.
(Mary Beth goes to leave. Berwick opens the door for her. Chris follows, pauses as if to say something to Berwick and then follows Mary Beth)

[Detectives' Squad room]

LA GUARDIA: Chris, your father called.
CHRISTINE: Thank you.
(she takes the message from him, screws it up and throws it in a wastepaper basket)
MARY BETH: Christine, he's your father.
(Chris goes to react but Samuels comes across)
SAMUELS: Cagney! Lacey! I gotta location on that east warehouse. That's where Isbecki is.
CHRISTINE: Is he all right?
SAMUELS: I don't know. Let's go. Let's go!

[Warehouse yard]

(the truck driven by Isbecki comes in and backs up. As Isbecki jumps down Mario comes up)
MARIO: How did you get here?
ISBECKI: I got a load. Is there a dock free?
MARIO: We've got a dock for you. See.
(two men with baseball bats jump down off the loading bay)
ISBECKI: Terrific. Why don't I go round and unlatch the trailer?
(as he goes round the other side more men are jumping down off the loading bay. Another man is behind him holding a chain)
ISBECKI: Bloody hell. ...(to Mario) I think we've got some company.
MARIO: You're kidding, ...cop.
(Isbecki leaps up behind the cab and pulls out a gun)
ISBECKI: Freeze!
(the police cars arrive, sirens wailing. The men scatter. Chris is driving along the top of the loading bay knocking cardboard boxes aside much to Mary Beth's consternation. The whole gang are apprehended)
CHRISTINE: Looks like we got here just in time!
MARY BETH: Are you kidding? He owed these guys.
ISBECKI: Yeah. Right. I owe you.

[Detectives' Squad room]

(the men are sorting through the truckload's paperwork. The duo is at their desks)
MARY BETH: It'll be different now.
CHRISTINE: It'll be the same.
MARY BETH: Petrie isn't Petrie. Isbecki isn't Isbecki.
CHRISTINE: We had a job to do and we did it. ...Here, do wanna sign this DD5?
MARY BETH: Yeah. ...You talk to Charlie yet?
CHRISTINE: There's nothing to say.
MARY BETH: You can't stay ignoring him forever, Chris.
CHRISTINE: Drop it, Mary Beth.
SAMUELS: You got finished with your DD5's. ...How's it going?
MARY BETH: We were asked to do something people should not be asked to do.
SAMUELS: It'll pass.
CHRISTINE: No it won't. ...Ever.
SAMUELS: It's one we're all gonna have to live with.
(Charlie comes in)
LA GUARDIA: Chris, you've got company.
CHRISTINE: (quietly) Oh God.
MARY BETH: Do it, my friend.
CHARLIE: Hi. I thought I'd drop by.
CHRISTINE: How ya doing
CHARLIE: Pretty good. ...Thirsty. Can I buy you a cup of coffee?
CHRISTINE: I can only see ya for a couple of minutes.
CHARLIE: What I got to say won't take long. ...Come on.
(as they turn to leave Chris takes Charlie's hand)

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