(in the evening the duo is in the Squad car watching outside a restaurant)
WAITRESS: Excuse me, sir, I'll have to serve you, I thought there was gonna be four of you.
ISBECKI: (taking off his dark glasses) Isn't one of me enough?
CHRISTINE: Oh, come on Isbecki, that's about the worst line I've ever heard.
WAITRESS: (on radio) Yes sir, would you like to order now?
ISBECKI: (on radio) If it was only me, I would have a little take-away.
CHRISTINE: Take a bath. This is gonna be good.
ISBECKI/WAITRESS: After work if you're free.
WAITRESS: Is that right? I'm sorry, I'm not on the menu.
MARY BETH: (clapping) Very nice.
CHRISTINE: You tell him, lady.
ISBECKI: (on radio) Probably married, or something, anyway.
ISBECKI: I'm lonely for you. I pine for you.
ISBECKI: (on radio) I yearn for you. I burn for you.
CHRISTINE: Wake me later if something interesting happens.
ISBECKI: (on radio) Oh, hold it. They're here.
(three men have just come in)
JOE: You from Tony Brown?
CHRISTINE: Yo? What, is he an undercover Sylvester Stallone?
(the men join him at the table)
ISBECKI: Tony says you might have some chauffeur work available, huh.
BILLY: (to the waitress as she passes) Do you do any egg foo yung?
ISBECKI: Hey, it's no worry. I've been stealing cars all my life.
BILLY: Hey (to Joe) Hey, why don't you cool it...
(Joe holds up his hand to quiet Billy)
DAVE: (who has been looking at the menu) I can't eat this spicy garbage. I'll be up all night with heartburn.
ISBECKI: Hey, why don't you just give me your shopping list and I'll get it for you? Listen er, my problem's always been selling them. Where do you guys unload these...
BILLY: (stopping Isbecki) It's none of your business...
JOE: (stopping Billy) Don't ...be ...nervous. (to Isbecki) Selling 'em is stupid, what's a new Porsche worth?
ISBECKI: (on radio) Twenty-five thousand. Selling the same as parts, selling separate, you're looking at...
JOE: ...sixty grand. No registration problems.
ISBECKI: Smart. How much do I get?
JOE: A hundred and a half per.
DAVE: What kind of Chinese is this? They don't even have chop suey.
JOE: Would you get off my face!
DAVE: Can't we go to Fong Ling, Joe? You know you love the wun tun soup there.
JOE: All right. Fong Ling
ISBECKI: Fong Ling. Where's that?
JOE: This way.
MARY BETH: Are we gonna follow them.
CHRISTINE: I hate following. We'll get there first.
(as they leave)
DAVE: You know, I just gotta sudden taste for a Thai? What do you think, Joey? You know, that new place we went last week.
JOE: Thai sounds good.
(they are already on their way)
CHRISTINE: Chinese, damn it! Go to Fong Ling!
JOE: (on radio) What about you guys, do you mind where we eat?
ISBECKI: (on radio) No problem.
CHRISTINE: Isbecki, find out where it is!
ISBECKI: Hey, what's the name of that restaurant again?
JOE: Hey, what's that to you man? Are you writing a book or something?
ISBECKI: (on radio) I just wanna know where we're eating. That's all.
CHRISTINE: We gotta go back.
MARY BETH: Turn here.
(around the block they find a traffic accident)
MARY BETH: Oh, My Lord! (out of the car window to the car behind) Back it up!
CHRISTINE: (out of the car window to the car ahead) Move it! move it!
(they are stuck in a jam. Horns are blaring)
BILLY: Hey, you said you knew Tony Brown from school, right?
BILLY: Tell, me, where did you go to school, man? Harlem?
BILLY: You know what? You're a liar man.
(they get Isbecki against the wall and find his wire)
BILLY: This guy's a cop!
BILLY: (on radio) What do we do with a cop, man?
JOE: (on radio) Hey, give it me, we gotta break the wire.
(the radio goes dead)
CHRISTINE: Damn it!
MARY BETH: (into car radio) I want you to page to all areas. We got an emergency here. We gotta ten fifty, we gotta ten thirty-three...
SAMUELS: We've gotta go on the assumption that his life's in danger.
CHRISTINE: You didn't hear these guys, Lieutenant. They're just small time car thieves. They're not cop-killers.
SAMUELS: You back an animal into a corner, he becomes a killer. Until I see Isbecki walk in here and tell me tell he's fine I gotta figure they're gonna kill him. ...Petrie, you know Tony Brown?
PETRIE: The stoolie. Yeah, I know him from my days on the beat in Harlem.
SAMUELS: Yeah, well you steam in on that. You find him because he's the key. In the meantime, La Guardia, Davidson, you hit the files. We're looking for known felons, recently released or on parole.
LA GUARDIA: You got it.
SAMUELS: Cagney, Lacey, I want you to check out salvage operators. Get whatever you can. Drop everything else. We're staying on this, and only on this, until we get Isbecki.
[Advance & Boston Auto Salvage Inc. office]
TANNOY: (incoming phone call) ...looking for a front end on a seventy-six Stingray.
(the second-hand spares dealer, Boston, answers the phone)
BOSTON: (into phone) Let me call you back.
(he puts the phone on hold)
MARY BETH: Could we figure something here?
BOSTON: Did he say a front end?
CHRISTINE: Yes. A front end. Could we just get back to what we were talking about.
BOSTON: (shouting at phone) I haven't got a front end. I gotta rear end! Seventy-five, but you wouldn't want that.
(he rings off. The phone goes again)
BOSTON: (into phone) Hello. ...He hung up.
MARY BETH: He'll call back, sir.
CHRISTINE: We were talking about chop shops.
CHRISTINE: Any chop shops in the area.
BOSTON: Aw, hell, they've got 'em all over the place. Not just us in this area. Chicago...
CHRISTINE: I know that Mr. Boston.
BOSTON: Very big operation in Chicago.
CHRISTINE: What we need to...
(the phone goes again. Chris slaps the receiver back down just as he has lifted it)
CHRISTINE: They'll call back.
BOSTON: You've got a very bad attitude, bright eyes!
CHRISTINE: Hey, look I'm just trying to...
BOSTON: What do want from me? I don't run a chop shop here. I would if I had the clients here and the Mediterranean back up.
CHRISTINE: That's great, you're talking to two cops and you'd be a felon if you could get away with it!
BOSTON: What I'm saying is they're making a helluva lot more out of it than I am!
MARY BETH: What, they underbid?
BOSTON: Right! You got it! Bingo! Look, the repairer over there seeking for a part. The salvage man offers bottom line price. Then they drop the price by a hundred or so. They may not even have the part, you know. But they make the sale and they get one of their partners to go out and steal that particular part. Oh, how long does it take to bag one, thirty seconds?
(the telephone goes. Chris beats him to it again)
BOSTON: Listen, that's my telephone!
MARY BETH: Do you know anybody in the area who does a lot of heavy underbidding?
BOSTON: Everybody! Nobody.
CHRISTINE: Why don't we just cut the cack then. A cop's life's in danger!
BOSTON: So what! The world stops turning.
MARY BETH: (giving him her card) Mr. Boston, you would do us a favour, if you hear anything over the loudspeaker.
BOSTON: If I do I'll call. (yelling after Mary Beth) After I've told them and asked them if they could sell me a franchise! (the phone goes) Hello!
[Chop shop workshop]
(cars are being dissembled. Isbecki is tied up. Billy comes up and feeds him)
ISBECKI: Thanks. Yeah, my cousin's been looking for a door for his Maserati for six months.
BILLY: Oh yeah. We get 'em in here all the time.
ISBECKI: How much?
BILLY: I don't know, I just cut 'em up, but you wouldn't find yourself a better deal in America.
JOE: Billy! Dave! Come in here a second.
[Chop shop office]
JOE: We gotta snuff him.
DAVE: I ain't getting into murdering nobody. Forget it.
JOE: Check yourself. They could come down on you or him. Our benefactor's in no mood to play. ...Billy
BILLY: Wait a...
JOE: Billy, you're a good friend of Tony Brown.
JOE: Do you think you can find him?
(a youth hides when he spots Petrie at a newsstand approaching the proprietor, Bishop)
PETRIE: Mr. Bishop, what's the word, man.
BISHOP: Officer Petrie. Long time no see.
PETRIE: Detective. Did you know I copped the gold shield, brother?
BISHOP: Yeah, I heard. Congratulations.
PETRIE: I'm looking for Tony B.
BISHOP: Tony B. You been over to his place?
BISHOP: Well, I haven't seen him.
PETRIE: Well, if you do, give me a holler, man. I'm over on the Fourteenth.
BISHOP: (Petrie gives him a card) Mm hm.
(as Petrie moves off, the youth does too. The youth grabs an old lady's bag. Her yells attract Petrie who chases the youth into an alleyway. A vagrant with a shopping trolley of rubbish, seeing the chase, impedes Petrie and then shouts after him 'Kill the officer, kill the officer!' Petrie follows the youth into a building and up a stairway. When close enough Petrie draws his gun)
PETRIE: Halt! (as the youth goes for his pocket) Don't do it!
(the youth pulling something from his pocket, turns. Petrie shoots. The youth goes down. Petrie checks the pulse. There is none)
[Detectives' Squad room]
(Petrie and several uniformed officers are in with Samuels. The duo returns)
CHRISTINE: (as she walks in) We're gonna check out these part places where they underbid.
LA GUARDIA: Did you find anything?
MARY BETH: No luck. Anything here.
LA GUARDIA: Well, Petrie shot an eighteen year-old purse-snatcher up in Harlem. The kid's dead.
MARY BETH: Oh Lord! How's Marcus doing?
LA GUARDIA: OK, I guess.
CHRISTINE: Hey, can you help me out here. There must be a thousand of these things.
MARY BETH: (picking up a couple of Yellow directories) You got Manhattan?
MARY BETH: Then I'll take Queens.
CHRISTINE: (into phone) Yeah, hello. I'm looking for a transmission for an eighty-one three-eighty SL. What's the lowest bid you can do for me?
PETRIE: Did you find anything?
MARY BETH: Nothing. I heard what happened. Are you all right?
PETRIE: He drew, I fired. I'm fine.
MARY BETH: What did the Duty Captain say?
PETRIE: Justifiable. A good shoot. This is ludicrous. I've got to find Tony Brown. Isbecki is out there somewhere. They're making me sit here and wait for the Review Board interview.
CHRISTINE: (handing him a directory) Er, do you wanna do The Bronx.
(Peter Daniels, Marquette's PIO and a photographer come in)
DANIELS: Detective Petrie.
DANIELS: Can I have a word with you?
SAMUELS: Daniels, can I help you?
DANIELS: Hello, Lieutenant. We're gonna take a photograph of Detective Petrie.
SAMUELS: For what?!
DANIELS: Press release.
PETRIE: Excuse me, to what end?
DANIELS: Er, community relations, image enhancing, that sort of thing.
PETRIE: Black child killed by a cop could cause a problem. But show my black face, maybe everybody'll stay cool.
DANIELS: We don't want any incidents like they had in Miami.
PETRIE: So I become the focus boy in some racist publicity game.
DANIELS: I understand that you're not happy but I need this for this afternoon's paper. I'm afraid you don't have much choice in the matter.
PETRIE: I'll be damned if I don't!
SAMUELS: Hold it. Daniels, I cannot allow this. I need Petrie back up in Harlem. His partner is missing, for God's sake! You put his picture in the paper, you take his shield away.
DANIELS: I understand the difficulty, but we're dealing with a case of greater evils.
PETRIE: I am not doing it! You would not want my picture if I were white!
DANIELS: Well, maybe you wouldn't have shot so fast if the kid was.
(Petrie is gob smacked)
DANIELS: Look, I didn't come here to debate. Lieutenant, this order comes from the very top. Now either Detective Petrie complies or I bring him up on charges. ...Detective Petrie.
(the photographer takes a picture)
PETRIE: (going for the camera) Give me that!
SAMUELS: (wrestling Petrie away) Easy! Easy! (to Daniels) Hey, get out of here!
(later La Guardia, Davidson and Petrie are working away on the phones)
MARY BETH: (into phone) Fourteenth Squad, Detective Lacey, may I help you? ...Just a moment, sir. Christine, pick up on three. Petrie, on three.
[Detectives' Squad room/Phone booth]
MARY BETH: ...Yes sir, I'm on the line and my partner is also.
BILLY: I know where your cop is.
CHRISTINE: Is he hurt? Where is he?
BILLY: Hold on, hold on. I am a cutter in a chop shop. Do you understand what that is?
BILLY: OK. Well I'm greedy but I'm no killer.
MARY BETH: Are you telling us he's gonna be killed?
BILLY: Unless you can give me immunity.
MARY BETH: We can try, sir.
BILLY: No, you'd better do it!
CHRISTINE: We can do it. The DA's Office will probably want you to testify.
BILLY: No way, no way.
CHRISTINE: Now wait a minute, come on! You wanna play!
BILLY: No! Certainly no way! Listen, I want that put down on those immunity papers. I don't turn no State's Evidence! Right? I'm gonna call you back at three o'clock, do you understand? And er, I want you to bring the papers over and I'm gonna read 'em and if everything is OK, you get your cop.
(he rings off)
SAMUELS: You think he'll deliver?
CHRISTINE: It's the only lead we've got.
MARY BETH: We need it by three o'clock, sir.
(Samuels starts to put on his jacket)
SAMUELS: I'll get it. I don't know how but I'll get it.
MARY BETH: One other thing, he wants no State's Evidence on the paper.
SAMUELS: You agreed to that?!
CHRISTINE: He didn't give us much choice.
MARY BETH: Sorry sir. I mean the DA's gonna want a pound of flesh?
SAMUELS: A pound of flesh I wouldn't mind, but I want my soul.
[Detectives' Squad room]
(at just gone 2.48 PM the duo comes down the stairs into the room)
CHRISTINE: I'll go check the backup.
[Precinct front desk office]
(Mary Beth sees Petrie at the candy machine)
MARY BETH: Marcus!
MARY BETH: No dice. The Duty Captain says you can't go on backup until you finish the FRB interview.
PETRIE: (showing her his empty holster) What the hell am I supposed to do?
MARY BETH: Well, if Samuels isn't back in twelve minutes it won't make a difference.
(Petrie hits the candy machine)
MARY BETH: Hey, Marcus, can I talk? ...I know that we're in an emergency situation here, so you haven't had time to sort out your stuff.
PETRIE: What stuff?
MARY BETH: About the shoot.
PETRIE: What stuff about the shoot? The perp had a gun.
MARY BETH: Don't play me off, Petrie, I know, OK? ...I killed a kid last year, remember? I know all about that 'Superman on the job' business.
MARY BETH: Oh, you do?
MARY BETH: Yes I do, and as soon as we find Isbecki you're gonna have to go over your feelings about shooting that boy again.
PETRIE: I've got no feelings, it's my job.
MARY BETH: Oh, I see. Punch in, ...have a coffee, ...take a life, ...punch out.
PETRIE: You better get back in there. You're gonna miss the call.
[Detectives' Squad room]
MARY BETH: We'll find him, Chris.
CHRISTINE: We should have waited at the restaurant. A simple tail and I blew it.
MARY BETH: It was a judgement call.
CHRISTINE: And I blew it. Isbecki could die and I screwed up.
MARY BETH: Would you quit beating yourself up and we'll find him!
(the phone goes. The detectives gather round)
CHRISTINE: It's five to three.
DAVIDSON: Where's Samuels?!
MARY BETH: (picking up her phone at the same time as Chris picks up hers) I don't know. Stall.
CHRISTINE: (into phone) This is Detective Cagney. ...Yes, I have the papers right here.
MARY BETH: (into phone) Yes, I'm here.
CHRISTINE: (into phone) Yes, I have them right in my hand. ...Right, exactly as you asked. No testimony. ...All right, give me the address.
MARY BETH: (into phone) I know where it is.
CHRISTINE: (into phone) All right. Twenty minutes. ...We'll be there.
MARY BETH: Soho.
CHRISTINE: Here's the address. Inform the backup.
(the other detectives all rush out. Samuels comes in)
SAMUELS: I got it! But it's contingent on being a material witness. The DA just wasn't interested in much less.
MARY BETH: The pickup's in Soho.
CHRISTINE: He's not gonna go for it.
SAMUELS: Well, you'll just have to convince him. (as Chris rushes out followed by Mary Beth) Follow him if you have to! (quietly to himself) Get Isbecki back here.
[Precinct House yard]
(the backup crews are getting into their cars as the duo comes out to the Squad car)
CHRISTINE: What's the plan?
MARY BETH: I don't know! ...We'll figure it out when we get there.
[Precinct front desk office]
PETRIE: (into phone) If he knows we're looking for him, which I'm sure he does. ...Well, did you try something? ...What about Bebe Hawkins, she should know! ...What?! ...You're a detective, use your imagination. Tony Brown is no fool, Cowper. ...Cowper! ...Yeah. ...Yeah. ...Yeah.
(he rings off. Lynne Sutter, the reporter has been standing by, listening)
LYNNE SUTTER: Hey, what's been going on a round here? The place is like a morgue.
(as Petrie moves off from him, she follows him)
[Detectives' Squad room]
LYNNE SUTTER: I saw your photograph on the City Desk. What happened out there?
PETRIE: Read the Press, Sutter.
LYNNE SUTTER: Come on, Marcus, I need a story.
PETRIE: I'm not allowed to discuss the circumstances of the shooting.
LYNNE SUTTER: Then let's talk about your reactions to the incident.
PETRIE: No, let's not. It's bad luck having my picture in the papers.
LYNNE SUTTER: That was done without your consent?
PETRIE: Lynne! I can't give you an interview.
(Petrie moves away with the printout he's been studying. Lynne Sutter follows him)
LYNNE SUTTER: Off the record.
LYNNE SUTTER: I'm curious.
PETRIE: No! ...I've got work to do.
LYNNE SUTTER: They're running your photograph to cool off tempers uptown. You don't mind being a political pawn?
PETRIE: It wasn't my idea.
LYNNE SUTTER: Then what about allegations from some community leaders then. Most cops walk into a black neighbourhood with on hand on their service revolvers, the other hand over their eyes.
PETRIE: But that wouldn't apply in my case, would it?
LYNNE SUTTER: I don't know. When was the last time you took your wife to dinner in Harlem?
PETRIE: Three Sundays ago. Why?
LYNNE SUTTER: A thoroughly assimilated black man like yourself could be diseased with the same fears as a white man.
(Samuels has heard the conversation going on and has come out of his office)
PETRIE: You're reaching...
LYNNE SUTTER: Am I? Hell, Marcus, I don't go uptown without out a whistle made for my tennis shoes. I have made it, why can't you?
SAMUELS: Miss. Sutter, you're gonna have to leave here now.
LYNNE SUTTER: I can't believe it. Take care, Detective Petrie.
SAMUELS: The lieutenant from the Firearms Review Board is here for your interview now. Don't worry about it. Looks good.
PETRIE: Any word on Tony Brown?
SAMUELS: No, not yet.
[Phone booth on a Soho street]
(the duo is in the booth with doors which are closed. Outside a little girl is bouncing a ball)
CHRISTINE: That kid thinks we're being silly.
MARY BETH: We look silly. I didn't know they had these things anymore.
CHRISTINE: I know that he's watching us.
MARY BETH: Probably. That's why he wanted us both in the same booth.
(the booth phone goes)
CHRISTINE: We're not sure the backup crews are in place.
MARY BETH: We're gonna have to answer it before he changes his mind.
CHRISTINE: We're gonna have to squeeze him. (into mike) Backup, standing by.
MARY BETH: You take it, you got the wire.
[Phone booth/Shop across the road]
BILLY: OK. So far so good. Now listen, this is how we're gonna do this thing.
CHRISTINE: Hold it. We've found that you are watching us, you can see we got the papers. I wanna do this thing a little differently here.
BILLY: Forget it!
CHRISTINE: Considering the charges are kidnapping, conspiracy to murder a police officer, grand larceny,...
BILLY: You can have yourself a dead detective so you tell me what it's gonna be?
CHRISTINE: ...not to mention Federal prosecution for transporting goods across state lines. You'll get at least thirty years for consecutive sentences.
BILLY: The deal's off!
CHRISTINE: Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute! Let's not blow this. I'm just trying to show that we both have something to offer. You can't expect public immunity without some concessions.
BILLY: Listen, we're gonna do this thing my way or we aren't gonna do it all!
CHRISTINE: What's your way?
BILLY: OK. You have your partner, open the door.
CHRISTINE: (to Mary Beth) Open the door. ...He said 'Open the door'.
BILLY: All right. There's a little girl with a ball. She's gonna come over. Give her the papers. ...OK. She's gonna bring the papers over to me. You just sit tight. And don't move out of the booth.
(he rings off)
CHRISTINE: He's a hard case. He'll never accept the papers. ...The kid went round the corner.
MARY BETH: Back door?
CHRISTINE: I don't know.
MARY BETH: I'm gonna follow where the kid went.
CHRISTINE: (into mike) Backup, we're moving.
(they chase the girl into a back way with backup cars pursuing them. Another backup car pulls in front of the girl. The duo catches her)
GIRL: He told me if you followed me, he'd send Isbecki's badge to you.
CHRISTINE: (grabbing the girl by the shoulders) Where is he?!
GIRL: I don't know!
MARY BETH: (to a uniformed officer as he takes the girl away) Easy.
CHRISTINE: Damn it!!!
[Chop shop workshop]
(Isbecki is testing the rope around his wrists. He frees himself)
ISBECKI: (Shouting to Joe in the office) Hey, Joe! How about some water?
(Joe brings him a cup and gives him a sip)
(he gives him a second sip. Isbecki knocks him in the midriff and makes a break for it)
JOE: Hey, get him!
(the main doors are locked. Two men overwhelm Isbecki and Joe comes up)
JOE: Daft dude.
(Joe's punches to the stomach, jaw and stomach and lays Isbecki out)
[Detectives' Squad room/Advance & Boston Auto Salvage Inc. office]
(the phone rings)
CHRISTINE: Detective Cagney.
BOSTON: Hey, which one are you?
CHRISTINE: Excuse me?
BOSTON: Hey, this is Manu Boston, Advance & Boston Auto Salvage.
CHRISTINE: Mr. Boston, do you have something for us?
CHRISTINE: Is this the one with the fiery blue eyes?
CHRISTINE: What is this garbage?
BOSTON: Ha, ha, that's you! I couldn't remember. Cagney, Lacey. Lacey, Cagney. It's all the same to me.
CHRISTINE: Mr. Boston, I do not have time to play games with you. Now, do you have anything for me or not?
BOSTON: You've got eyes like a Siberian husky.
CHRISTINE: I'm hanging up.
BOSTON: Hey, wait a minute! Wait. I've got some information for ya! Yeah, the guy's name is Stobbart. He runs an operation called 'The Stallion Salvage'. Have you got that?
CHRISTINE: An under-bidder?
BOSTON: Yeah, one of them anyway. Hey, listen, you didn't get that from me.
CHRISTINE: Thank you.
BOSTON: Hey, wait! You know you've got a very cute nose.
(she rings off. Boston has a chuckle to himself)
[Stallion salvage yard]
(the duo gets out of the Squad car)
MARY BETH: Hello.
STOBBART: What can I do for you?
MARY BETH: (showing her badge) We'd like to look around.
STOBBART: Do you have a warrant?
MARY BETH: Do we need one?
STOBBART: No, I'm just a little tired today, that's all. What is it you're looking for?
CHRISTINE: Stolen vehicles.
STOBBART: Well, if you find any out here it'll be news to me, but be my guest and give it your best shot.
CHRISTINE: Thank you.
STOBBART: But if I can help you in any way, I'll be inside.
CHRISTINE: Now, where do we start?
MARY BETH: Do I know?
CHRISTINE: If Stobbart is running a dodgy business, he sure is cool about it.
MARY BETH: What are we doing here?
CHRISTINE: Wasting our time. If he had Isbecki, he wouldn't be hiding him here.
MARY BETH: So we're back to square one. We'll see what the computer turns up on Stobbart.
CHRISTINE: (as they walk past a crusher) God, that thing's big.
MARY BETH: I don't think the cars feel it.
(as the duo drives off, Stobbart is watching from the office and picks up the phone and dials)
[Advance & Boston Auto Salvage workshop]
(Isbecki is there looking rather battered. In the office Joe puts the phone down and comes in)
ISBECKI: (nodding to where the others are standing) Hey, Joe, it seems to me you'll sort it out and have it all tied up tonight.
(Joe goes to where Billy, Dave and the other workers are gathered)
JOE: When you've finished with the Corvette, we go.
DAVE: You go.
JOE: We go. ...All of us.
BILLY: Hey, er, Joe, how come we all have to go?
JOE: 'Cos that's how the order came down.
DAVE: I don't like it!
JOE: Who gives a damn. Hurry up with that car.
(Dave goes back to work. Joe looks at the others and they all go except Billy. Joe gives him a long, hard look and Billy goes)
[Precinct front desk office]
SAMUELS: (walking through) It's more than three hours and they haven't found a thing.
PETRIE: (following him) Of course they won't.
SAMUELS: I've got all the men out there.
PETRIE: (shouting at Samuels) Lieutenant, with all respect, they're not making any progress!
COLEMAN: (shouting out) Whoa!
SAMUELS: (comes to the desk) Yeah. What have you got?
COLEMAN: (giving Samuels a note) Juveniles called. They've got a suspect over there. Grand larceny, auto. Thinks he works for the chop shops. (as Samuels and Petrie rush into the Squad room) Oh, Isbecki's mother called again!
SAMUELS: Yeah, thanks.
[Detectives' Squad room]
PETRIE: I know Tony Brown. I can find him.
SAMUELS: Harper's got your list of possibles.
(a uniformed officer gives Samuels a sheet of paper)
PETRIE: A stoolie like Tony Brown isn't gonna surface without some firsthand information. Lieutenant, I can get it!
SAMUELS: (to a detective) Have you reached Morgan yet?
DETECTIVE: Not yet.
SAMUELS: Well, stay on it and try and reach Bennings in The Village.
PETRIE: Well, what do you think?
SAMUELS: I already said, 'No! You're on modified assignment until the FIB completes their report.
PETRIE: Lieutenant, you're playing technicalities.
SAMUELS: Technicalities, huh? (showing him the front page of the 'New York Globe' with a large photo of Petrie) Take a look at this! Take a look at this and tell me how much good you'll do in Harlem.
(the duo has come back)
MARY BETH: No sir. Stobbart doesn't have a rap sheet. We're waiting on the Feds.
SAMUELS: (looking at the note Coleman gave him) Chop shop. Got out a month ago. It's a long shot. Lacey, I want you and Cagney to go over and see Isbecki's mother.
CHRISTINE: What are we looking for?
SAMUELS: Well, she said he left some case notes over at her house. Petrie, (giving him the sheet of paper from the uniformed officer) Go and look into this.
MARY BETH: (to Petrie) What gives?
PETRIE: GLA suspect, supposedly stealing cars for chop shops.
SAMUELS: (hands her Isbecki's mother's address) Thank you, sir.
SAMUELS: Er, wait, hold on, I've changed my mind. Cagney, I want you to handle Mrs. Isbecki on your own. Lacey, I want you to go with Petrie.
PETRIE: Wait a minute! Why does she have to go with me?
SAMUELS: Because I said so.
PETRIE: I don't need a babysitter, Lieutenant. Why can't you stop trying to be the great white father. I have my own father, thank you!
SAMUELS: Calm down.
PETRIE: (as he storms out) Damn it! If you would allow me to do my job...
SAMUELS: Come back! ...All right, Lacey, watch out for him!
MARY BETH: He's gonna hate it, sir.
SAMUELS: I gave you an order! Watch out for him!
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
[DA's Office corridor]
(Petrie and Mary Beth are pursuing the grand larceny, auto's defence counsel, Leitner, who is on his way home
LEITNER: I'm sorry, my boy isn't talking. You two better truck on back to the precinct.
MARY BETH: I beg your pardon?
LEITNER: Do you want it in legal jargon. The court appoints counsel for Albert de Freitas, who chooses at this time to exercise his constitutional right to remain silent. Have you heard about that?
PETRIE: We have! And maybe you've heard there's a detective out there whose life is in danger.
LEITNER: Well, unfortunately for you the only life I'm concerned about with is Albert de Freitas'.
MARY BETH: We not trying to hurt him, Mr. Loews.
LEITNER: Leitner. I believe you've got some nice story about the tooth fairy, right. Listen, have a very pleasant evening and I'll see you around the courthouse.
(Petrie stops Leitner from going by putting his hand on Leitner's shoulder)
PETRIE: You enjoy this.
MARY BETH: Petrie.
LEITNER: You know something, you're lucky I've got a very bad memory. I'm gonna forget you ever laid a hand on me.
(Leitner goes home)
PETRIE: I'm gonna find Tony Brown.
MARY BETH: You can't go to Harlem now, it's dangerous. There's your picture in the paper.
PETRIE: Isbecki's gonna die!
MARY BETH: Don't say that!
PETRIE: Go on back to the precinct. I'll grab a cab uptown!
MARY BETH: No! Either you come back to work with me or I'm going up there with you.
(Petrie goes off)
MARY BETH: You and me, fella.
(in the evening Mary Beth and Petrie are walking along)
(a young black man runs in front of them and puts his hands up)
PETRIE: Hey, Jimmy, what's it been like?
JIMMY: Don't shoot!
(Jimmy jumps around laughing in front of them)
PETRIE: Back off that stuff! Give me a break, man. You know me!
PETRIE: I'm looking for Tony B.
JIMMY: Tony B. Tony B. ...Who?! (laughs) Who? (laughs and goes off)
MARY BETH: Is that what it's like when you come uptown?
MARY BETH: We look an attractive couple. A female cop and a black turncoat.
PETRIE: I bet.
(suddenly something smashes down in front of Mary Beth and an upper window slams shut)
MARY BETH: I hope you don't hate me for saying this, Marcus. I'm scared.
PETRIE: So am I.
[Detectives' Squad room]
SAMUELS: Cagney, what did Mrs. Isbecki say?
CHRISTINE: She said she hoped Victor will settle down with a nice girl one day.
SAMUELS: Oh, come on, Cagney,...
CHRISTINE: I'm telling you! She said when he was a little boy, Victor did never wanna be a policeman. That he wanted to be a wild west gunfighter. It's about when you live in Brooklyn what do you believe.
SAMUELS: Did she have anything on his case notes?
CHRISTINE: Yeah. (rooting in her pocket for a tatty piece of paper) Here.
SAMUELS: (reading) 'Gloria's bust, five and a half. Tara's bust, ten. Sophie's bust, six...' What the hell is this?!
CHRISTINE: His fashionable points list.
(he throws the piece of paper away and goes off)
[Harlem piano bar]
(the pianist is playing Duke Ellington's 'Mood Indigo')
PETRIE: It's a quarter to four. I'll give him two or three more minutes. If he doesn't deliver now, we'll move on. We've already hit all the spots I can think of. Tony knows we're looking for him. Unless the boys from the chop shop have already found him.
MARY BETH: How's Lauren?
PETRIE: Lauren. Lauren. If you want my thoughts she sure has a twinkle in her eye, just like Claudia. I think she senses I'm not all together. She gives me this look. Somehow I know that she knows ...and I feel that I've got a new best friend. ...Damn, he has to be round here somewhere! Harlem is not that big.
MARY BETH: Big enough to get lost in.
PETRIE: That's true. ...Well, this place seems so different now. I used to think that Harlem was the only place in the city. It felt just like old times. When I walked the beat up here, it was kinda like preserving a shrine, you know. I mean, I knew there was a lot wrong here too. Too many people, too few jobs, no money, bad housing. But then... ...the magic. Now it just seems like a slum to me.
MARY BETH: A slum?
PETRIE: Not the place. The people. ...Where is this man?! (to the waitress) Can we have the check, please.
MARY BETH: The place is not yet deserted. Give it a few minutes.
PETRIE: All right, all right, slow down, Marcus. I'm really messing up.
MARY BETH: My friend, you're the best detective in the Squad. Everybody knows it.
PETRIE: Not today. When that boy attacked that old woman, I almost wanted to walk away from it. I didn't care. Not about the old woman. Not about the boy. I just did my job. ...Maybe I could have talked the kid down. ...But I didn't try. I wanted to make damn sure I didn't die. the man was someone I had no respect for. I shot quickly because I... No, because I... No, I killed a boy. because he was black. Harlem hasn't changed. You see I've become like everybody else on the outside. ...Prejudiced. ...Afraid.
...Even repulsed. Claudia and I have accomplished a lot.
MARY BETH: Yes.
PETRIE: We tried so hard to make it. Now I can't see the magic.
MARY BETH: Marcus, do you want my two cents? I don't think you shot that kid because he was black, I think you shot him because he had a gun.
PETRIE: I don't know that.
MARY BETH: He had a gun, and he would have killed Lauren's best friend.
(the waitress brings the check. Petrie turns it over. It has '91 W113 ST #5' written on the back)
PETRIE: We got it.
(Petrie arrives cautiously, gun drawn, outside apartment 5, 91 West 113th Street and knocks)
TONY BROWN: Who is it?
PETRIE [OC]: Marcus Petrie.
TONY BROWN: Go to hell, John Wayne
(he makes for the fire escape)
MARY BETH [OC]: (gun drawn, on the fire escape) Back up, two steps.
(Petrie breaks in)
TONY BROWN: Oh, er, Mark Petrie. What seems to be the problem?
PETRIE: I've been looking for you, Tony.
TONY BROWN: You have?
PETRIE: Man, you know we have. I've called your number. I've been to your apartment. Hiding from us, Tony?
TONY BROWN: No man, it's my lady's place. I'm here.
MARY BETH: Your set up with Isbecki fell apart.
TONY BROWN: Did it?
PETRIE: They're gonna kill him, man. We need to know where.
TONY BROWN: Hey, what makes you think that I...
(Petrie moves toward him threateningly)
PETRIE: Who did you make contact with?
TONY BROWN: Hey, look, I don't even know these people. This is set up by a friend of a friend. I don't even know who owns that ...chop ...shop.
PETRIE: There is very little time. I am sure you have some idea, at least a guess, of who's on top and you're gonna tell us because if Isbecki dies, then we don't care who we expose to find out who did it.
TONY BROWN: Hey man,...
PETRIE: Now!!! Tony.
TONY BROWN: A guy named Stobbart.
MARY BETH: Stallion Salvage?
TONY BROWN: Yeah.
(Mary Beth picks up the phone and dials)
[Stallion Salvage yard]
(dawn is breaking. Isbecki is in a car being taken on a forklift to the crusher)
ISBECKI: Hey! ...Someone get me outta here!
(Dave is by the gates. He hears the police sirens approaching. Dave, Stobbart and others make a run for it. Joe is driving the forklift. He lowers the car)
ISBECKI: Just let me out!
(the cars disgorge the detectives and uniformed officers. Samuels grabs Stobbart)
SAMUELS: You're under arrest!
(Joe runs to the crusher controls and starts it. The crusher begins to come down)
(the duo arrives and apprehends Billy)
BILLY: He's in the crusher! He's in the Crusher!
(Joe makes a run for it, knocks Chris to the ground and then surrenders to other officers. She runs to the crusher controls)
ISBECKI: Hey, get me outta here!
CHRISTINE: (punching the controls) Damn! Damn it! Help me!
(as the crusher reaches the roof of the car she manages to hit the right combination)
CHRISTINE: Victor!!! (running to the car window) Victor.
(two uniformed officers arrive)
UNIFORMED OFFICER: (as they help Isbecki out) Watch your head. All right?
CHRISTINE: Be careful. Where are the paramedics! Get him up.
UNIFORMED OFFICER: I got his legs.
(Chris takes one side and a uniformed officer the other as they support Isbecki away from the crusher. Isbecki stumbles)
CHRISTINE: (to the other uniformed officer) Get some help, somebody!
ISBECKI: I'm all right.
UNIFORMED OFFICER: OK.
(the uniformed officer leaves Chris to it)
CHRISTINE: Are you sure you can walk? Let's just wait for the paramedics, huh.
ISBECKI: I can walk if you help me.
CHRISTINE: OK. Watch it. Take it slowly. You lean on me, OK? ...Victor, I'm sorry. I'm the one who blew the tail.
ISBECKI: It wasn't your fault.
CHRISTINE: It was my fault. I'm very sorry.
ISBECKI: Forget it!
CHRISTINE: What did they do to you?
CHRISTINE: (stopping) I'm glad you're OK.
ISBECKI: (standing free before her) Then tuck me in tonight.
(with that she elbows him in his already tender midriff. He yells out and collapses)
CHRISTINE: (running off) I can't stand that man!
(Isbecki gets up and staggers after her shouting excuses etc.)
[Precinct front desk office]
COLEMAN: I understand that Cagney is so pissed off with Isbecki, she wants to kill him.
(Mary Beth and Petrie can't stop laughing)
COLEMAN: Hey, Petrie. The woman... The mother of the boy you shot is here. She came in a couple of hours ago. She wants to talk to you. ...She didn't seem too crazy or anything, so I told her to wait in Samuels' office.
MARY BETH: Listen, Petrie, if you want to, go on home. I'll talk to her.
PETRIE: No. You wait there.
(Petrie comes in and sits down beside the mother)
PETRIE: I'm Detective Petrie. I understand you wish to speak with me.
(the mother turns to look at him)