[Detectives' Squad room]
(Petrie is manhandling a perp, who is hyperactive, into a chair as Mary Beth comes in and La Guardia catches her)
LA GUARDIA: Oh, good morning, Lacey. By the way you never typed up the report on that felony.
ISBECKI: (to Petrie's perp) Now sit down. We've got some police work to do.
PERP: Oh, you'd just like to see me to get ten years, wouldn't you?
ISBECKI: Ten years? Na, I'd just like to see you get that lobotomy like you did to that old man. (to Mary Beth) This guy's animal-like, man.
MARY BETH: What did he do?
ISBECKI: Carved up an old wino for a five-dollar bill.
PETRIE: Now we gotta listen to his abuse.
ISBECKI: You know, nobody loves you when you're a cop.
MARY BETH: If you wanted love you should have been a fireman. (pointing to Samuels' office) What kind of a mood is he in, because I've gotta ask him if Harve Jr. can come down and do a project from school?
ISBECKI: Oh, he's already chewed up Petrie this morning and kicked Coleman out of the office and he's gunned down La Guardia for some bad paperwork. He even thought of yelling at me.
MARY BETH: One of his good mornings, huh?
LA GUARDIA: Er, Mary Beth, you got a minute?
MARY BETH: Oh, no.
LA GUARDIA: It's about your mother-in-law, Muriel.
MARY BETH: Oh, that.
LA GUARDIA: Listen, I really enjoyed meeting her and I was wondering if she had any free time.
SAMUELS: Lacey, if you're not too busy, I was wondering if you'd join Detective Cagney and me in my office.
MARY BETH: Certainly, sir. Right away, sir.
MARY BETH: (to La Guardia) Call her up. She'd love to hear from you.
SAMUELS: Four PCP raids and no arrests. That's a batting average of point zero, zero, zero. Do you know something? You two ought to get in touch with George Steinbrenner. He pays millions for guys with records like that.
MARY BETH: We're fighting phantoms hear, sir. They move those drug places faster than a floating crap game.
CHRISTINE: In three of the four raids the coffee was still warm when we got there.
SAMUELS: Look, the bottom line is there's somebody out there selling PCP to high school kids on school property. And we've got citizens out there who think we should be able to stop this! And I happen to think that they're right!
CHRISTINE: Well, will one of the schools let us go undercover as a teacher.
SAMUELS: Yeah, well that's interesting you should mention that, Cagney, cos I've been talking to Max Mulgannon over in Narcotics and he's got a young kid working for him, an informant who we could have on loan if we want him.
MARY BETH: Sir, I'd rather not use an informant if we don't have to. There isn't one of them who wouldn't sell their mother for a new bowling shirt.
SAMUELS: Yeah, well, we're not working in a democracy hear, Lacey. The decision's already been made. (handing Mary Beth the informant's file) Mulgannon's waiting for you.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
MARY BETH: Oh, sir, I know this isn't the time but I have a personal favour to ask.
SAMUELS: Trust me, it's not the right time.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
MARY BETH: Informants are criminals.
CHRISTINE: Listen, if perps hung out with model citizens we wouldn't have this problem. But they don't, perps hang out with other perps. Where else are we gonna get our information?
MARY BETH: Have you read this fella's rap sheet?
CHRISTINE: (opening the file) 'Four counts grand theft auto, burglary, possessing heroin, possessing cocaine.' And one count of selling his mother for a bowling shirt.
MARY BETH: Ha, ha, ha. And this man now works for us. How can they say the prisons are overcrowded? All the criminals are on the police payroll.
(Mulgannon is manhandling Matt)
MULGANNON: Get up against the wall! Get up there!
(the Squad car draws up. The duo gets out)
MATT THOMPSON: Look, I haven't been doing it, man.
CHRISTINE: What's going on here?! We're police officers!
MULGANNON: What? Huh. You two gotta be Samuels' girls. Right? OK, which one's Cagney, which one's Lacey?
CHRISTINE: I'm Detective Cagney. This is Detective Lacey. You must be Samuels' boy.
MULGANNON: You broads don't let us get away with anything anymore, do ya? Oh, this is Matt Thompson. He's my gift to Fourteenth Squad. Hey, look at the ladies, Matthew. Say 'Hello'!
MATT THOMPSON: Hello!
(as the duo and Mulgannon sit at a table for four)
MULGANNON: (to Matt) Where do you think you're going?
MATT THOMPSON: I was gonna sit down.
MULGANNON: Here, get us something to eat. (throwing a dollar bill down) Look, I want a double cheeseburger, extra tomato and mayonnaise, fries and a can of root beer. (to Chris) Do you want something?
MARY BETH: Two.
MULGANNON: Get the ladies. I don't want you to spend for yourself. ...Hey, don't get cute with the change either.
MARY BETH: Are you always as charming with informants?
MULGANNON: He gives me information, I don't send him to jail. I don't have to like him any more than I do my haemorrhoids. Hey, look, this ain't no kid from the South Bronx, you know. He's from the suburbs. He grew up with a hell of a lot more than I ever did. His parents are probably at their shrink right now trying to figure out where they went wrong with their little darling Matthew.
CHRISTINE: So why are you giving him to us?
MULGANNON: I'm working on a much bigger case right now. Hey, listen, have you dames ever heard of guy by the name of Andreas Palmer?
MULGANNON: A major South American heroin and cocaine importer. Just getting ready to close in on him. (pointing to Matt) He can't help us on this one. You two go ahead and use him. Good luck. Treat him rough, will ya, so he don't forget who's boss.
MARY BETH: Thanks.
(Matt returns with the coffees)
MULGANNON: (with his arm around Matt) Look, I got one request. Don't spoil him, cos I got him broken in. Use him. Make him work for ya, but don't trust him any further than you can spit on him.
[Detectives' Squad room]
(Mary Beth is at the typewriter)
MATT THOMPSON: So when do I get to go under cover?
MARY BETH: What's your hurry? You got a better offer?
MATT THOMPSON: I've been thinking about this and I'm really looking forward to doing this. Got my personal reasons.
MARY BETH: You do?
MATT THOMPSON: Yes. My parents, they always wanted me to go to Western Prep. This is gonna make 'em ...real proud.
MARY BETH: Great.
MATT THOMPSON: Look, I know you're not gonna believe me, but I got strong feelings about doing this. Drugs ...messed up my life real bad.
If I could do something to save some other kid from that, maybe I'd feel a little bit better about myself.
MARY BETH: Detective Cagney is setting it up right now. We want you to be registered like any other student.
MATT THOMPSON: There might be a little bit of a problem.
MARY BETH: What's that?
MARY BETH: Old friends?
MATT THOMPSON: Old clothes. You see every one of them there, they wear stuff with alligators and polo ponies on them.
MARY BETH: Well, we'll get you some new clothes.
MATT THOMPSON: Thank you. You know, that's the third time you've rubbed that shoulder. Why don't you let me type that? Yeah. I can type at ninety words per minute. I had a crush on my typing teacher, so I took Typing One three years in a row. My only A. OK?
MARY BETH: OK. (they exchange places) Take this here and transfer it on to a blue. La Guardia!
LA GUARDIA: Yeah.
MARY BETH: I got that form that you wanted typed by me.
LA GUARDIA: Oh thanks. Oh, Mary Beth, listen, about Muriel...
MARY BETH: Did you call her?
LA GUARDIA: No. I can't find the number.
MARY BETH: Well, I gave you the number half a dozen times.
LA GUARDIA: I know, but I keep losing it. I'm afraid she might say 'No' when I ask her.
MARY BETH: She won't say 'No', she was very...
(just then Petrie comes in with the hyperactive perp who is whooping and hollering. Matt jumps up)
MATT THOMPSON: Hey, I'm telling you, I never saw that stuff before!
PERP: (Petrie is struggling to restrain him) Hey, Matt...
MARY BETH: (to Matt) Who told you to stand up?! Turn around and put your hands behind your back!
PERP: Hey, Matt, what ya in for?
MATT THOMPSON: False arrest.
PERP: Yeah, me too! Ha, ha. (as Petrie gets him out through the door) In for false arrest. Yeah that's a good one! I'll see you on the streets, Matt.
MARY BETH: That's a nice friend you've got.
MATT THOMPSON: (as Mary Beth takes the handcuffs back off) Thank you.
MARY BETH: For what? We always protect an informant.
MATT THOMPSON: Mulgannon uses the handcuff routine as an excuse to rough me up.
MARY BETH: I will tell you again. You treat us fair, we'll treat you fair.
MATT THOMPSON: You're a real decent lady, huh?
CHRISTINE: If the mutual admiration society is adjourned I'd like to get on to some new business.
MARY BETH: Is it set?
CHRISTINE: Yeah. He enrols tomorrow.
MATT THOMPSON: I'll do a good job for ya. You can trust me.
MATT THOMPSON: (to Chris) You think I'm a dead-end street, ...don't you?
CHRISTINE: I think you are who you are.
MATT THOMPSON: Lady, if I read my rap sheet, I wouldn't have much use for me neither. But I've changed. I just hope that I can prove to you.
(the Headmaster is Duncan Herrold)
DUNCAN HERROLD: I've arranged for one of our students to walk Matt though his first day in class. Of course neither he nor the other boys will know Matt's real purpose for being here. (he operates a buzzer) Jeremy, come in. This is Jeremy Martin, one of our better students. Jeremy, this is Matt Thompson, the new boy I told you about.
JEREMY MARTIN: Hi.
MATT THOMPSON: How ya doing?
JEREMY MARTIN: Can we go now, Mr. Herrold?
DUNCAN HERROLD: Go ahead.
JEREMY MARTIN: (to the duo) It was nice meeting you. ...Both of you.
MARY BETH: Thank you.
(the boys leave)
DUNCAN HERROLD: I have to tell you, I still have misgivings about bringing a drug addict, even an ex-drug addict, into my school.
CHRISTINE: Our department has done this sort of thing before and it's been very successful.
DUNCAN HERROLD: Well, it's your responsibility.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
(Mary Beth and Harvey are doing some wallpapering)
HARVEY: (taking a sheet from Mary Beth) Thank you. (she winces) Your shoulder?
MARY BETH: Yes.
HARVEY: OK. Give me a second, huh? Give me the brush. Thank you. I'll be with you. Right. Come on, sit down.
(he starts to massage her left shoulder)
MARY BETH: Yes.
HARVEY: Feel better?
MARY BETH: It's beginning to.
HARVEY JR.: (coming in as they exchange a kiss) Mom.
MARY BETH: Mm hm?
HARVEY JR.: Did you ask Lieutenant Samuels about me coming down to the Station House?
MARY BETH: No, but I promise I will.
HARVEY JR.: Well when?
MARY BETH: Soon. Why don't you work at the library or something?
HARVEY JR.: My work's all done there. I've got thirty-five pages on the criminal justice system and ten pages on the courts. All I've got left to do is look the police.
MARY BETH: Well, what do I look like?
HARVEY JR.: You're my mother. You don't count.
MARY BETH: Nice. I don't count?
HARVEY: You know what he means.
HARVEY JR.: Come on, Mum, when can I come?
MARY BETH: I give you my solemn word of honour. I will talk to Lieutenant Samuels, ...this week. (as Harvey Jr. walks out) You're welcome. (as Harvey goes back to the wallpapering, Mary Beth pulls him back indicating her lips) No. More here.
HARVEY: More. (they kiss) Samuels being a problem?
MARY BETH: He's always a problem.
HARVEY: He still riding you about that PCP thing?
MARY BETH: Yes. And I hate the whole thing. I worry about our one.
HARVEY: Now don't you worry. He's a good kid.
[School at night]
(the duo is there looking around with torches)
MARY BETH: I didn't figure it was possible but the Lieutenant was in an even worse mood than yesterday.
CHRISTINE: Did you ever talk to him about Harvey Jr. yet?
MARY BETH: No.
CHRISTINE: Well, leave it 'til tomorrow.
MARY BETH: Tomorrow is a school holiday. Tomorrow I said I'd take the kid in. I must talk to the Lieutenant this afternoon.
CHRISTINE: So where's our other young scholar?
MARY BETH: He said he was gonna be here at nine.
(suddenly the lights come on. The duo reacts with guns drawn)
MARY BETH: Halt!
MATT THOMPSON: Hey, I was here. You're late.
CHRISTINE: What the hell are you doing? Trying to give us a heart attack?! Get over here!
MATT THOMPSON: I'm sorry, I didn't mean nothing by it.
MARY BETH: We are not playing games here, Matt.
MATT THOMPSON: If you don't like hide-and-seek, we'll play show-and-tell, all right? (taking something from behind his ear) Here's the show. It's a sherm. A cigarette dipped in PCP liquid.
CHRISTINE: Found the dealer?
MATT THOMPSON: Not the dealer, but the kid who's a runner or the dealer. Now I think it'd help us to set up a buy.
MARY BETH: Who is it?
MATT THOMPSON: I'm gonna need a couple of hundred dollars to make it look good.
CHRISTINE: I think a hundred dollars'll look good enough.
(she breaks the sherm in half)
MARY BETH: A student or somebody from the outside?
MATT THOMPSON: A student.
MARY BETH: Did you get a name?
MATT THOMPSON: You met him. It's that kid who was showing me around. Martin, Jeremy Martin.
CHRISTINE: Well, if he's a dealer, he's one hell of an actor!
MATT THOMPSON: They're all actors. That's part of the gig. Martin's got a bad habit. Desperate people do desperate things. I oughta know. I used to be real desperate myself. ...I'll see you around the quad, huh?
CHRISTINE: He's good, I'll give him that. I think he's seen too many Bogart films.
CHRISTINE: That con job. The reformed criminal routine. Please?
MARY BETH: You don't think it's possible?
CHRISTINE: You do?!
MARY BETH: It's possible.
CHRISTINE: Not in a million years! Come on.
MARY BETH: You've got very cynical, Christine. I'm hoping that you are wrong.
CHRISTINE: (as Mary Beth walks off) Hey, if I'm wrong all I've got to do is say 'I'm sorry'. If you're wrong, we get burnt.
(Harvey Jr. is sitting outside in the Squad room)
MARY BETH: Sir, I promise Harvey Jr. won't interfere with any police business. I'll stay with him the whole time. If you don't think it's a good idea, sir, I'll put him on the subway home, sir, right now.
SAMUELS: Lacey, look... Next time I would appreciate it if I was consulted before the damage was done! A police station is just not a place for a kid like that! If it was up to me... (Harvey Jr. waves to Samuels who waves back) What was I saying?
MARY BETH: If it was up to you, sir.
SAMUELS: Yeah, if it was up to me, I would... (looking at Harvey Jr. again) The kid is here already, so let him stay the whole day. But you gotta promise you're gonna watch him. Right?!
MARY BETH: Oh, I will, sir. Thank you, sir.
[Detectives' Squad room]
CHRISTINE: (into phone) ...It sounds good. ...All right, we'll be there. (she rings off. To Mary Beth who has just come out of Samuels' office) That was our boy. The buy's going now.
(Chris rushes to put on her coat)
MARY BETH: (to Harvey Jr.) Oh, no. I'm sorry kiddo but I cannot leave you here alone. I've gotta do this, so you get on the subway and go back home.
LA GUARDIA: Don't worry about it, Mary Beth, he can stay here with me. I'd love to give him an interview anyway.
MARY BETH: You sure?
LA GUARDIA: Sure. I'm just pushing paper for the next hour.
MARY BETH: You can stay with Detective La Guardia. Just sit down, right there. I'll be back in about an hour and a half. OK?
HARVEY JR.: Bye bye, Mum.
LA GUARDIA: Well, to begin with, we might take a look at the Magna Carta.
HARVEY JR.: Magna Carta?
LA GUARDIA: Yeah. It's amazing. When you begin to explore the ramifications of the concept of Habeas Corpus.
HARVEY JR.: Yes, sir.
MARY BETH: Do you think something happened to him?
CHRISTINE: I think something happened to us. We've been stood up.
MARY BETH: Give him ten more minutes.
MARY BETH: What do you do with a kid like that? I mean, what if you're like, his mother? Do you put your head in the sand? Or you blame yourself or do you write him off? What would I do if Harvey Jr. got mixed up in it? ...Dope stuff.
CHRISTINE: Oh, come on. Harvey Jr., he's a great kid. Nothing's gonna happen to him.
MARY BETH: Harvey Sr. told me the same thing.
CHRISTINE: (clicking coffee cups) See. There ya go.
MARY BETH: I'd just like him to know how dangerous it is. Actually, I'd like to take him down the morgue and scare the hell out of him.
CHRISTINE: Listen, you make too big a deal out of this. It's gonna make it all that much more exciting to him. That's what happened to me. I discovered sex was a sin.
[Detectives' Squad room]
LA GUARDIA: It wasn't until the year sixteen fifty-two that New York actually had a police department. I'm afraid I'm boring you son.
HARVEY JR.: No, not really, sir.
LA GUARDIA: Would you like to talk about something else?
HARVEY JR.: Like what, sir?
LA GUARDIA: I was wondering if your grandmother likes macrobiotic food.
[Tenement block corridor]
(the duo knocks at number five)
MATT THOMPSON [OC]: Yeah?
MARY BETH: Open the door, kid.
MATT THOMPSON: Hi. I screwed up, didn't I?
MARY BETH: We had an appointment!
CHRISTINE: Or did that just slip your mind?
MATT THOMPSON: Come on in.
MATT THOMPSON: Look, I could tell you guys a really outstanding story and you'd believe me. Or I could tell you the truth. I got burnt. I gave the guy the money and he never came back. Well, I knew you'd be angry so I came home. I couldn't face you.
CHRISTINE: I guess you opted for the outstanding story...
MATT THOMPSON: That's the truth! I swear it.
CHRISTINE: Hey, cut it. I'm real sick of your act. Do you know it?! So far you've produced bills. You've burnt us for a hundred bucks plus a new wardrobe.
MATT THOMPSON: I'm not doing business on Wall Street, I'm dealing with low life. I mean, guys that I think are low life. I got burnt. ...It happens.
CHRISTINE: It doesn't happen to me! Now I can't prove you've lied. You know that. But I'll tell you this much, if you don't come up with something soon, I'm taking you right back to the tender care of Detective Mulgannon.
MARY BETH: (as they go to leave) Couldn't be fairer than fair, huh?
MATT THOMPSON: (he pulls Mary Beth back. Chris listens in the corridor) Wait! Wait. Not too many people have ever given me a reason to trust them. Least of all cops. It is hard for me to accept the idea that you're just not gonna dump on me like everybody else.
MARY BETH: You're very good at speeches, Matt. So far you haven't shown us anything.
MATT THOMPSON: Look, I got burnt, I know I did! When I got back here, all I wanted to do was get stoned, but I didn't. (showing Mary Beth his arm) I believe in what I'm doing and it's helping me to stay straight. ...And... you've gotta give me another chance. You gotta.
MARY BETH: Go back to school and find something out. You stay clean, do you hear me?
SAMUELS: Lacey, without the Feds you know, we haven't got unlimited funds to give the stoolie.
MARY BETH: Well, sir, he seems to think that he's on to the supplier. Can we give him a few more days?
SAMUELS: I guess we got to. In the meantime we've got a call from a guy with another problem living near Western Prep. He's says he thinks there's a guy making and selling PCP.
CHRISTINE: Why does he think that?
SAMUELS: Cos he heard a news broadcast that warns parents that a minty odour could be a sign of PCP manufacturing. I think it's worth checking out.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
[Corridor outside Madame Frolovsky's apartment]
MARY BETH: (reading the sign on the door) 'Madame Frolovsky, Spiritual & Herbal Healer' Oh boy.
CHRISTINE: So which one of us is gonna have the disease?
MARY BETH: Not me. My mother always said 'Pretend to be sick, you get sick'.
CHRISTINE: She just didn't want you to cut school, that's all.
MARY BETH: I'm not doing it!
CHRISTINE: OK. I will have tennis elbow.
MARY BETH: You don't play tennis.
CHRISTINE: This is gonna be a quick cure.
(the door opens)
MADAME FROLOVSKY: Yes.
CHRISTINE: Hello. I wonder if you could help me with...
MADAME FROLOVSKY: Excuse me, dear. (pointing to Mary Beth) There's something wrong with your shoulder, isn't there?
MARY BETH: How do you know I've got a problem with my shoulder?
[Madame Frolovsky's apartment]
MADAME FROLOVSKY: Oh, relax, I don't read minds. I simply observe. This shoulder is slightly higher than the other. It looks like it gives you a little pain.
MARY BETH: Yeah, it's here. It's right in here.
CHRISTINE: Do you use herbs?
MADAME FROLOVSKY: Among other things.
MARY BETH: Is that why I smell mint?
MADAME FROLOVSKY: Yes, herbal jelly. A lot of people are more comfortable if everything appears exactly the way they like it to be. You wait here. I'll get you some ointment to rub into your shoulder.
CHRISTINE: So much for our PCP spot.
MARY BETH: We should have got La Guardia some of that mint tea. ...Next time.
CHRISTINE: You're kidding! You're not gonna go back there?
MARY BETH: I swear, Christine, it's better. The shoulder is better.
CHRISTINE: Right. If it gives you any more trouble, you're gonna need it. Do you remember "Rosemary's Baby"?
MARY BETH: Are we talking movies or are we talking life.
(they have arrived back at the Squad car and get in)
CHRISTINE: Life in the movies...
(Mary Beth suddenly screams out. Matt has popped up from the back seat)
MARY BETH: The car was locked!
MATT THOMPSON: Yeah, it took me all of twenty seconds to unlock it. Listen, I've been looking for you two. There's a big drug buy going down in about ten minutes at the back of Jack's Café over on Thirty-fourth.
MATT THOMPSON: Are you sure?
MATT THOMPSON: Be there, or be square.
(Matt gets out)
CHRISTINE: Be there or be square.
MARY BETH: 34th Street.
(two men get out of car in the alleyway at the back of 34th Street. One is carrying a briefcase. The Squad car draws up)
CHRISTINE: This is it.
MARY BETH: We better call for backup.
CHRISTINE: We don't have time.
(the two men go into a side entrance. The duo tries the entrance and then goes round to the front of the café which is a bar)
[Joe's Café bar]
CHRISTINE: Excuse me where's the rest room?
COUNTERMAN: Out the back.
(Mary Beth shows the counterman her ID)
MARY BETH: We have business back there.
COUNTERMAN: Right. OK. Yeah.
[Joe's Café back room]
(they can see a third man with the two men from the car)
CHRISTINE: Let's take a chance.
MARY BETH: Right. When you hear me.
(hearing Chris coming through, the third man quickly closes the briefcase which is full of bundles of dollars)
CHRISTINE: Excuse me. Sorry.
(Chris goes out at the far end. The third man reopens the briefcase. Mary Beth appears, gun drawn)
MARY BETH: Gentlemen! Stay where you are. You're under arrest. We're police.
CHRISTINE: (gun drawn) As the lady said. Put your hands over your heads.
MARY BETH: On the wall! All of you. On the wall!
CHRISTINE: Get on the wall!
MAN: Say, you made a big mistake.
SAMUELS: How could you let a thing like this happen?! Two of the three perpetrators are G-men! FBI! They've been working on the case for six months.
CHRISTINE: How were we supposed to know?
SAMUELS: Well, you ask, that's how you know!
SAMUELS: Now I've gotta spend the next of two days clearing up this mess. I've gotta deal with the Feds. I've gotta deal with Narcotics. With the Division Commander, and worst of all I've gotta deal with Deputy Inspector Marquette.
MARY BETH: We are very sorry, sir.
SAMUELS: 'Sorry' doesn't do me a lot of good. Now get out of here, the both of yous.
[Detectives' Squad room]
MARY BETH: He made a mistake. He's only nineteen.
CHRISTINE: He will never live to see twenty.
(next day the duo comes in)
MARY BETH: ...That's what I'm saying, Christine, look at the facts. He got some information. We got no reason to believe it wasn't legitimate and no way of knowing the Feds were there.
CHRISTINE: I can't believe you're defending him. You were the one who didn't wanna work with him in the first place. And now you're telling me the Pollyanna!
MARY BETH: I'm saying we treat him like a human being! We don't know that he set us up.
CHRISTINE: Except he's disappeared off the face of the Earth. I don't happen to think that that's coincidence.
MARY BETH: I don't happen to think you make...
(Harvey Jr. comes up)
MARY BETH: What, is it three-thirty already?
HARVEY JR.: Yeah. Hi, Mum. Hi, Chris.
CHRISTINE: Hi! (giving him a big hug) How's my favourite sixth-grader?
HARVEY JR.: Still outrageous.
CHRISTINE: Totally. Wow!
SAMUELS: Cagney, Lacey. I just got a call from Western Prep. Some kid went through a plate-glass window and they think it's PCP. Martin is the kid's name. Now you get over to St. John's Hospital. Check it out and talk to him if he's conscious.
MARY BETH: Right sir, there is one small problem.
SAMUELS: Yeah, what's that?
MARY BETH: Harvey Jr.'s here to finish his interviews.
SAMUELS: Well, that can wait 'til you get back. In the meantime Petrie, Isbecki'll be more than happy to talk to your son.
MARY BETH: Well, they're busy, sir. I thought if you had a minute, Harvey would love to interview to you. I mean, you could really help him out, sir. A Detective Lieutenant like yourself with your wealth of experience.
SAMUELS: Yeah, yeah. I get a whole lot of choice here, don't I?
HARVEY JR.: I really would like to talk to you, sir.
SAMUELS: You would, huh?
HARVEY JR.: Yeah.
SAMUELS: Right. Looks like you're stuck with me.
[St. John's Hospital corridor]
MR. MARTIN: He's not that kind of boy. He has absolutely no interest in drugs or alcohol. He never did go for cigarettes. At least that's what I thought until now.
CHRISTINE: Mr. Martin, we see a lot of this. A lot of people are fooled. Don't blame yourself.
MR. MARTIN: Ever since his mother died ...Jeremy and I were building a strong relationship. I sometimes think I was responsible for his shyness.
(Duncan Herrold has just come up the stairs)
DUNCAN HERROLD: I can't believe this, Mr. Martin. How is he?
MR. MARTIN: There was a lot of bleeding, a lot of stitches, but they think he'll be OK.
MARY BETH: Mr. Martin, do you have a family lawyer?
MARY BETH: Why?
CHRISTINE: We have information that Jeremy may have been dealing drugs.
MR. MARTIN: That's impossible.
CHRISTINE: Well, we have a very good source. We think that your son might want to talk to a lawyer.
MR. MARTIN: My God!
DUNCAN HERROLD: Now, hold on a minute, Detective. I know this boy. I know your source and I've a pretty strong suspicion who's dealing drugs. It's ...not ...Jeremy.
MARY BETH: (to Mr. Martin) Sir, would you mind very much if we talked to him?
[St. John's Hospital room]
JEREMY: I don't remember much of anything. When I think about going through that window, I can't believe it was me that did it. It didn't feel like me.
MARY BETH: Well, from what we hear about you, it wasn't like you. Who gave you PCP? (no reply) Loyalty is a fine thing. Jeremy, it's something to be respected in a friend. I'm sure that whoever gave you that dope counted on that loyalty ...and your silence.
JEREMY: No. He just thought I'd have a good time. No, he's my friend.
CHRISTINE: Do you know what I think of his friendship. It stinks. He almost killed you with his friendship.
JEREMY: It's not gonna work. I'm not gonna tell you who it as.
MARY BETH: OK. Isn't it funny the way that things turn out? We came down to the hospital this afternoon because we had information that you were dealing dope.
MARY BETH: Yeah.
JEREMY: Who told you something like that? It was Matt, wasn't it? He never told you that.
MARY BETH: Yes, he did.
JEREMY: I thought he was my friend.
CHRISTINE: Matt gave you the drugs?
SAMUELS: (into phone) All right. Pick up the stoolie and bring him in. ...Yeah. Right. ...Harvey Jr.? ...Well, he's annoying the hell out of me, that's what. ...No, no, no, no. You go bust that dealer. Everything'll be fine. Harvey'll be OK. ...Yeah. OK. Bye bye.
(Samuels and Harvey Jr. are playing cards. Samuels puts down a couple of cards. Harvey Jr. picks one up)
HARVEY JR.: Thank you. Gin!
CHRISTINE: When I get that little creep I'm gonna kill him. We were treating him too good! You can take it for granted he would never have done that to
MARY BETH: It's not Matt. It's not Mulgannon. It's the whole system of using informants.
CHRISTINE: Do you think it was our fault that he kicked him out the window?
MARY BETH: If we hadn't put an informant in the school, Jeremy wouldn't be in the hospital right now.
CHRISTINE: It isn't informants, it's Matt!
MARY BETH: It's Matt this time. Next time it's somebody else. You play in the gutter, you get your hands dirty.
(Samuels and Harvey Jr. are still playing cards)
SAMUELS: I forgot you were collecting fives. All right. (picking up the cards) How old are you?
HARVEY JR.: Twelve, sir.
SAMUELS: It's hard to believe. So where was we?
HARVEY JR.: You said you liked being a policeman because it was so real.
SAMUELS: Yeah. Right! (putting the cards to one side) Well, you see, when we deal with people, it's because they did something bad to someone. Or somebody did something bad to them. At a time like that it's kinda hard to put on airs. Do you know what I mean?
HARVEY JR.: Sort of.
SAMUELS: You see outside, in the real world, there's... You see, you know, people say things to each other like er, 'Have a nice day' or er, 'Lovely weather we're having' Stuff like that. Or they talk about movie stars or er, the Queen of England. Like that stuff mattered in their lives. No, no. I like it in here. Because in here, it might not be the prettiest job in the world, but in here it's real.
(Matt is playing a machine. The duo comes in)
CHRISTINE: Hold it right there, sonny!
(Matt runs out the back, into an alleyway and then on to the street. He dodges across a street and into another alleyway. The duo follows him across the street, dodging cars. Mary Beth follows Matt. Chris goes another way. At the end of the alleyway there is a high fence. Matt turns to go down an alleyway to the right. Chris is there)
MARY BETH: (gun drawn) Hold it right there!
(Matt attempts to climb to climb the fence)
MARY BETH: Come on down from there! ...Put your hands where I can see 'em. Do the best you can. kid.
CHRISTINE: You took our money and you bought drugs. You bought drugs with our money and sold to those kids in that school and one of 'em is lying in St. John's right now.
MATT THOMPSON: But, you don't understand. I was trying to...
CHRISTINE: (right in his face) Hey, I'll let you know when you can talk! ...You see that, Mary Beth, we don't understand him. This poor boy is a victim of our misunderstanding. You made a fool out of me, buster, and I don't like that. ...Will, you look at me when I talk to you?! You have fixed it so I have to come up with answers to some very rough questions. And I don't like that either! (to Mary Beth) What do we have on him?
MARY BETH: We have the original two counts of possession which the DA was holding at Detective Mulgannon's request. In addition we have new charges of possession, possession with intent to sell, resisting arrest.
CHRISTINE: So what do you think, kid? Do you think they'll let you watch cartoons in prison? ...Cos that's where you're going!
MATT THOMPSON: Will you just wait a minute! I got a proposition for ya. What say if I get you a real drug dealer, huh?
CHRISTINE: What is it? Is it your hearing. Is that it! Cos there are no deals! Huh?! The trading policy's closed, pal!
MATT THOMPSON: I'm talking Mr. Big. I'm talking Mr. Very Big. You ever heard of Andreas Palmer?
MARY BETH: Matt, it's over. It's all over. You're going in jail.
CHRISTINE: What could you possibly know about Palmer?
MATT THOMPSON: I know plenty.
MATT THOMPSON: Yeah.
CHRISTINE: Well, why don't you talk fast and make it real good?
MATT THOMPSON: A few months ago when I started working for Mulgannon, I was making a lot of buys from people who worked for Palmer. You see I was always supposed to try and set up a medium but I never could. Anyway, I knew where he lived, so one night I paid his place a little visit. I picked the lock in ten seconds. (Mary Beth sniggers) Well, I figured he had drugs, just laying around.
MARY BETH: Why are we listening to this?!
CHRISTINE: We've gone this far. (to Matt) Go ahead. Go on.
MATT THOMPSON: He wasn't stupid enough to leave drugs laying around but I did find one thing. A book. Believe it or not, a little black book, but instead of girls' phone numbers, he had all his contacts listed. Importers, customers' names, addresses, the works.
(the duo is looking at one another disbelievingly)
CHRISTINE: You've got this book?
MATT THOMPSON: Do you think I'm stupid? He would have missed it! I took pictures of it, every page.
MARY BETH: You conveniently had a camera?
MATT THOMPSON: He had a camera. It was a fancy German model. I stole it.
CHRISTINE: So, why didn't you give these pictures to Mulgannon?
MATT THOMPSON: Well, I thought I oughta to keep 'em for a rainy day. You know, in case I got into real trouble. And now it looks like it's pouring. ...So what's it gonna be? I mean, put a small-time punk, like me, in jail, ...and nobody notices. Or get yourself a big arrest. Six o'clock news, ...medals, ...promotions. Come on, that sounds good, don't it? ...Don't it?!
MARY BETH: I hate this whole thing here!
CHRISTINE: We're talking about Andreas Palmer. You know how big this could be?
MARY BETH: Right. And there's a kid in the hospital. He could have killed himself. That could have been my kid.
CHRISTINE: How many kids are in the hospitals now because of the drugs Palmer sells? How many murders are committed to get his stuff, or robberies committed to get the money to pay him!
MARY BETH: Matt Thompson deserves to be in jail.
CHRISTINE: It's a trade-off, Mary Beth. ...I don't like it anymore than you do. The kid is smart. He knows. We could nail somebody much more important.
MARY BETH: Is that it!
MARY BETH: That's it, isn't it?! He got you with that stuff about the TV ...and the promotions, because all you care about is your next step up the ladder to being first woman Chief of Detectives!
CHRISTINE: You really believe that?!!
MARY BETH: No! No! I'm sorry ! I'm angry! I'm not going to stand in the way of this so go ahead and do it! ...For the greater good and all that... That's why I'm angry, Chris. That's why stuff like this, forgive me, but I will never feel good about letting that Thompson walk. It may be expedient, Christine. May be convenient, but it isn't justice, and it sure as hell isn't right.
[Detectives' Squad room]
MARY BETH: Have you talked to her?
LA GUARDIA: Yep.
MARY BETH: And?
MARY BETH: When you going to dinner, Paul?
LA GUARDIA: We're not.
MARY BETH: She turned you down?
LA GUARDIA: No. not exactly. We had a lovely conversation and I told her I wasn't busy Saturday night.
MARY BETH: And she said?
LA GUARDIA: You should get out more often.
MARY BETH: Well, I think the idea was to ask if she was busy Saturday night. Why don't you go and call her again? Be a little more aggressive. Some of us delight that in men.
(Mary Beth gives him a peck on the cheek)
LA GUARDIA: Right! I will.
CHRISTINE: I'll get you the arrest reports from a couple of the interesting cases that I and your mom worked on. All right? And then you ask me any questions you have and I'll try and answer them.
HARVEY JR.: There's one case I'm real interested in.
CHRISTINE: What's that?
HARVEY JR.: That's the enforcer.
CHRISTINE: That's 'Informant'.
HARVEY JR.: All right.
CHRISTINE: (looking at Mary Beth who has sat down) Not one of our great successes. At least not yet.
HARVEY JR.: I saw an informant on Kojak once. Kojak would give the guy ten dollars and he would help him solve crimes. He was a screw-head.
CHRISTINE: Oh, on television they are great, Harvey, but in real life they are criminals. I want you to write that down. 'They are criminals'.
CHRISTINE: Does that about wrap it up? Half an hour.
HARVEY JR.: Almost. This informant stuff is real interesting. I just hope my teacher doesn't think I made it up.
CHRISTINE: Na. You got too honest a face. Come on, I'm gonna buy you a candy bar for the road.
HARVEY JR.: I mean, a guy like that can be a genuine criminal and not go to jail.
(Mary Beth looks up. Chris looks at her and sits back down)
CHRISTINE: Harvey. I understand how this is very fascinating to you. And I know how strange it must seem that we use criminals to help us here in the Department. So I wanna explain it to you. Are you listening to me?
HARVEY JR.: Yes.
CHRISTINE: They give us very valuable information. All right? Information that we need. And in exchange for that ...we keep them out of jail for as long as they continue to help us.
HARVEY JR.: The guy goes free, right?
CHRISTINE: All right. But I want you to understand what it is we get in exchange for that.
HARVEY JR.: Can he do anything? Can he kill someone?
CHRISTINE: No! We're not gonna let him get away with that.
HARVEY JR.: Well, can he break someone's arm and get away with it?
CHRISTINE: Harvey, we don't have any set rules for this. We make it up as we go along.
ISBECKI: Hey kid, when you've done here I've just remembered a terrific case that I cracked.
MARY BETH: What is this?
ISBECKI: Oh, that PCP dealer. The one you blew the FBI collar on. Oh, they'd been tailing him ever since he was sprung.
HARVEY JR.: What is this about the kid laying in the hospital. (whispers) I don't think mom liked him smoking. She yelled at dad once just for giving me a sip of beer.
CHRISTINE: Have we finished now?
HARVEY JR.: Yeah.
MARY BETH: Christine, take a look at this address. On the bottom.
MARY BETH: (giving Samuels the form with the address that she had showed Chris) I never figured out how come Matt happened to see our car the day he told us about the drug buy.
SAMUELS: So you don't think it was a coincidence?
MARY BETH: Not unless it was also a coincidence that our PCP dealer went to the same building one hour after he was released. I think they both went to see somebody.
SAMUELS: Madame er, what's-her-name.
MARY BETH: Madame Frolovsky. How do you disguise the smell of mint?
CHRISTINE: With more mint.
SAMUELS: So your quack's a front?
MARY BETH: Well, in fairness, the shoulder did feel better.
SAMUELS: Go get her.
[Corridor outside Madame Frolovsky's apartment]
(the duo is there either side of the door, guns drawn. They have strong, armed back up. Mary Beth knocks three times. Madame Frolovsky opens the door, sees them and manages to close it hurting Mary Beth's shoulder)
MARY BETH: Oh! Damn! (to a uniformed officer) Kick that thing in for me.
[Madame Frolovsky's apartment]
MARY BETH: Try the back room!
(the officer kicks the back room door in. Madame Frolovsky and two men are tossing stuff out of the window. One of the men dives through the window, onto a covered balcony and down a back staircase. Mary Beth follows him)
CHRISTINE: (from below) Freeze! Police!
MARY BETH: (from above) That is as far as you go.
[Detectives' Squad room]
(the duo comes in)
ISBECKI: Ladies, you've got a visitor.
MR. MARTIN: Detectives.
CHRISTINE: Mr. Martin. (shaking his hand) Sir.
MR. MARTIN: I hope I'm not bothering you. I was in the area. I thought I'd let you know that Jeremy's gonna be OK. He's getting out Monday.
CHRISTINE: Oh, that's terrific. Good.
MR. MARTIN: Did you pick up that Thompson kid yet? Jeremy said that he's willing to testify against him.
CHRISTINE: Yes sir, we did. We have him in custody now.
MR. MARTIN: Well, what's the next step. Should I bring Jeremy down here to make a statement.
CHRISTINE: I think that might be a little premature. Why don't you let me...
MR. MARTIN: Please, Detective Cagney, I don't want this to just fade away. I almost lost my son. I want someone to pay for it.
CHRISTINE: Mr. Martin, it's just that we do have procedures...
MARY BETH: Detective Cagney, excuse me.
MARY BETH: Mr. Martin, I've been a police officer a long time. Long enough to think that I know human nature. I looked at Matt Thompson. I thought I saw something. And when my partner said she saw something else, I thought she in turn was being cynical. I'm sorry for that Chris. I was wrong about you. I was wrong about Matt.
MR. MARTIN: Excuse me, I don't understand. You said you arrested him.
MARY BETH: Yes sir, we did. But before I sign out tonight and get on the subway, go home and make dinner for my boys, I'm gonna let him go.
MR. MARTIN: Let him go. Why?
MARY BETH: Well, when we arrested Matt he had certain very important documents. Documents that can help us arrest and convict one of the largest drug importers in the City Of New York. In exchange for that information Matt will go free. I'm sure you've heard about this sort of thing before, sir. Believe me, we only do this when we are convinced that the exchange is worth it.
MR. MARTIN: Does anyone else know about this?
MARY BETH: The whole department, sir.
MR. MARTIN: And this information is really that important?
MARY BETH: Yes sir, we believe it is.
MR. MARTIN: I guess you know your business. I just wish I could bring you home to explain it to Jeremy.
(Mr. Martin leaves)
CHRISTINE: Aren't you gonna say anything?
MARY BETH: Nothing to say.
(Mary Beth moves away)
CHRISTINE: (to herself) There never is. (walking past Mary Beth) Come on!
CHRISTINE: In the end we've gotta look at ourselves. And I know this much. I just know that we'll sleep a lot better if that kid's put in prison, so if it's all the same to you, sir, we'll just get Palmer another way.
CHRISTINE: Think so.
SAMUELS: Good. Very nice. I'm very impressed. But you're a little late.
MARY BETH: What do you mean, sir?
SAMUELS: The little jerk got tired of you two Sunday School teachers waiting to make up your mind, so he called Mulgannon, offered him the information. Mulgannon sprung the kid in fifteen minutes.
(Chris walks out)
MARY BETH: Excuse me, sir.
(Mary Beth walks out)
(Chris is sitting on the bench. Mary Beth comes in)
MARY BETH: Christine, you OK? You've been in here half an hour.
CHRISTINE: Yeah, I just wanted a little time to think.
MARY BETH: Right.
(Mary Beth sits beside her)
MARY BETH: Did you want me to leave?
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth. Right now, Matt Thompson is having such a laugh on the two of us.
MARY BETH: For the hell of it.
CHRISTINE: Yeah, for the hell of it, but all the talking we did. Who the hell did we think we were? Plato and Socrates. Huh? ...Morality and Justice. This is such a joke. The system just keeps on turning. Mulgannon gets all the glory, and that little creep, he just gets off scot-free.
MARY BETH: We did our job. Our job was bust the PCP ring. We did that. And I might add, without the help of an informant. And don't you laugh at me! We did it with our principles intact which is not an easy thing to do in this job, in this city.
LA GUARDIA: (rushing in) Mary Beth! Mary Beth!
CHRISTINE: La Guardia, what the hell are you doing?
LA GUARDIA: It's about Muriel.
MARY BETH: What?
LA GUARDIA: We're going out tonight! To a macrobiotic dinner!
MARY BETH: I'm delighted for the both of you. La Guardia, this is the woman's john. Can I talk to you when I get back to my desk?
LA GUARDIA: Oh, excuse me. Please forgive me. See you later.
(they look at another and smile)