Partners
Original Airdate: May 7, 1984

[Detectives' Squad room]

(the duo comes in)
CHRISTINE: (indicating a newspaper entry) Look at those. Fifty-nine ninety-five.
MARY BETH: When would you wear pink boots?
CHRISTINE: Well, that's not the point. They're on sale. All the rage in London.
MARY BETH: I don't need pink boots.
CHRISTINE: Well, dye 'em! The ones you've got on are three years old.
MARY BETH: They happen to be very comfortable and they were a present from Harve.
CHRISTINE: That is nostalgia, Mary Beth, we're talking bargains here. Look at this.
SAMUELS: Cagney! Lacey!
MARY BETH: Morning, sir!
SAMUELS: Is it shopping today or working?
CHRISTINE: Working, Lieutenant.
SAMUELS: Good, because I've got a real sweetheart here for ya. This guy's knocked over four liquor stores in the past three months. All Midtown. His MO is daylight, mirror sunglasses and a small calibre gun.
(the duo look through the file that Samuels has given them)
CHRISTINE: This came from the Eighth.
SAMUELS: Yeah, he started there, but he seems to like us better.
MARY BETH: How come they never got an ID on him?
SAMUELS: Well, he doesn't exactly encourage witnesses. One storeowner gave him the static and he got a bullet in his gut for his trouble.
CHRISTINE: That's charming.
SAMUELS: Yeah, hey, but come on, but who's always griping I only give 'em grounders. Now this guy is mean. So don't say I don't do ya any favours.
LA GUARDIA: Lieutenant!
SAMUELS: Yeah.
LA GUARDIA: Have you seen this?
SAMUELS: (taking a sheet of paper) What's this?
(Samuels screws up the sheet of paper, throws it away and stalks off. Isbecki comes over, picks up the sheet of paper and flattens it out)
ISBECKI: 'Weight Inspection'. 'Second notice'. What weight inspection?
COLEMAN: What second notice?
LA GUARDIA: He threw the first one away too.
ISBECKI: 'All officers are hereby put on notice of inspection six weeks from above date. At that time any officer not conforming to departmental height/ weight standards as specified herein will be placed on modified assignments until such time as said standards are adhered to.
(looking towards Samuels' office) Have you seen the gut on him?
SAMUELS: (coming out of his office) Cagney! Lacey! There's a liquor store robbery in progress! Forty-first and Eighth!
CHRISTINE: On our way!

[Squad car]

(the car is stuck in a traffic jam)
CHRISTINE: Come on, move it! I can't believe this. Where are we?
MARY BETH: Tenth and Fortieth.
CHRISTINE: ...Pull over. Pull over. Let's get out.
(Mary Beth pulls over into the entrance to an alleyway and they get out)

[Alleyway]

CHRISTINE: There he is! ...Hey, hold it! ...Police!
MARY BETH: Easy! Easy!
(the robber, in mirror sunglasses, is running towards them. He turns and goes into a building. He flees up a staircase and out onto the building's roof)

[Building roof]

(the duo arrives at the door onto the roof)
CHRISTINE: Wait.
(they listen, hear nothing and run down some steps onto the roof. Mary Beth trips on the steps and falls flat on her face. As Chris turns round a corner, the robber, at the edge of the roof, takes a shot at her and wounds her. She returns the fire and hits him)
MARY BETH: (as Chris sinks to the floor) Oh, my God!
(the robber tumbles over the edge onto a lower roof and manages to stagger away. Mary Beth looks round the corner carefully and sees he's not there)
MARY BETH: Christine? ...Christine, I'm gonna turn you over. ...Can you hear me? (Chris's eyes are open) ...Let me see. Let me see it Chris.
(Mary Beth rips off her jacket and stuffs it inside Chris's blouse on to a wound in the right shoulder)
MARY BETH: I'll swear to you you're gonna be OK! ...I'm gonna get you off this roof, Chris. Do you hear me? (Chris presses her left hand on to the wound) ...Huh? I'm gonna get you off this roof. ...Now hang on there. Just hold it here.

[Hospital ER waiting area]

(Charlie Cagney is sitting there anxiously)
SAMUELS: Any word yet?
MARY BETH: No sir.
SAMUELS: What's taking 'em so long?
CHARLIE: Hey, don't worry. We all know how strong Christine is. She's gonna make it.
MARY BETH: (near to tears) I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
CHARLIE: Mary Beth, now come on. We're cops. It goes with the territory. It's gonna be OK.
DR. TEFFLER: Cagney? Justine Cagney? Any family members here?
CHARLIE: I'm Charles Cagney. ...I'm Christine Cagney's father.
DR. TEFFLER: She's been asking for you.
CHARLIE: She OK?
DR. TEFFLER: She's lost several units of blood. The bullet managed to miss her heart and lungs. Barring complications she should be out of here in two weeks.
MARY BETH: Can we see her?
DR. TEFFLER: Tomorrow. She won't be awake until then.
CHARLIE: No, no, no. I'm her father. I wanna see her now.
DR. TEFFLER: She won't even know you're there!
CHARLIE: I just wanna look at her.
DR. TEFFLER: OK? Down the hall to your left, second door. ...Just the father!
MARY BETH: Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
DR. TEFFLER: (calling out about another patient) Esposito! Manuel Esposito!
(this name was picked up for a new Squad detective in season 6. He also appeared in the movie for television, "The Return")

[Intensive care unit]

(Charlie comes in and stands open-mouthed. Chris is in an oxygen mask with a tube up her nose. He turns and runs out of the unit)

[Laceys' kitchen]

(Mary Beth is kneeling down, cleaning the refrigerator. Harvey, in his dressing gown, comes in quietly)
HARVEY: (touching her on the shoulder) Baby.
MARY BETH: (jumping) Oh!!! Would you quit coming up on me. You could give a person a heart attack.
HARVEY: Come on, put that stuff down. Let's talk.
MARY BETH: Harve, I'm cleaning the refrigerator. Could you give me some peace, please?
HARVEY: (taking the sponge from her hand) No. When you're cleaning the refrigerator at three in the morning, you need to talk.
MARY BETH: I don't wanna talk.
HARVEY: You need to. You need to get it out.
MARY BETH: Harve, stop!
HARVEY: Christine getting hurt is not your fault, Mary Beth. There is no reason for you to feel guilty.
MARY BETH: Oh, all of a sudden you're a psychiatrist!
HARVEY: Yeah. There's some things I know.
MARY BETH: I should have been there for her, Harve.
HARVEY: You were there.
MARY BETH: Behind her! Harvey, I'm always behind her. Right behind her.
HARVEY: Oh, come on, babe...
MARY BETH: Don't you 'Come on, babe' me!
HARVEY: You didn't let her down! I don't believe it. Chris doesn't believe it. Not for a second
MARY BETH: Oh, now you read minds. Harve, I've got a refrigerator to clean here.
(he hands her the sponge and goes back to bed)

[Detectives' Squad room]

MARY BETH: (into phone) Just as soon as I can see her. ...All right. you tell her I'll be there at seven o'clock. ...And tell her we all miss her here. ...Thanks.
(she rings off)
MARY BETH: (to La Guardia who has been listening) She had a good night. She's doing real good. ...Has anybody seen my case file?
ISBECKI: I got it. I've got the action.
(Mary Beth rips it out of his hand)

[Samuels' office]

MARY BETH: (bursting in) You cannot do this to me!
SAMUELS: (holding up his hand) Lacey.
MARY BETH: With due respect, Lieutenant, you cannot take me off this case!
SAMUELS: There's a lot of crime in this city, Lacey. You concentrate on your other cases.
MARY BETH: I wanna locate the man that shot my partner.
SAMUELS: I understand that. And that's exactly why I took you off the case.
MARY BETH: Please, Lieutenant, this one belongs to me and you know that. We had this thing fifteen minutes and Christine was on him and I owe it to her!
SAMUELS: Lacey, I got that. But with Cagney out of this you can't work the case alone.
MARY BETH: I can start the legwork, sir. She'll be back in two, three weeks.
SAMUELS: Oh well, that's great. That's great. Now what's gonna happen in the meantime when the guy hits again, huh? Are you gonna explain it to the victim's families.
MARY BETH: All right, then give me another detective to work with, Anybody else.
SAMUELS: What, do you think I've got detectives coming out of my ears?
MARY BETH: Please, Lieutenant, will you work it out for me.
SAMUELS: All right, I'll think about it. ...But not until you get out of here. ...Now!

[Hospital room]

(Mary Beth comes in. There are masses of flowers around, Chris is in bed, with oxygen on a nasal tube)
CHRISTINE: (in a quiet, strained voice) How are ya?
MARY BETH: How am I? I'm fine, Chris.
CHRISTINE: Did you take care of my sweater?
MARY BETH: Yeah.
CHRISTINE: Did you see anything?
MARY BETH: You said, Mary Beth, I told you to get a new pair of boots.
CHRISTINE: What?
MARY BETH: Christine, my heel came off. ...And I took that header down the stairs. ...That's how come you hit that corner by yourself. I feel very bad, Chris. ...I burned those lousy boots.
CHRISTINE: Really? Are you thinking of going to the sales then?
MARY BETH: I couldn't sleep last night, Chris. ...I keep seeing that roof.
CHRISTINE: Me too. ...Did you get a look at that guy? ...I nailed him. I hit him, Mary Beth, in the leg.
MARY BETH: (as Chris seems to tire) Leave it for now. ...Is there much pain?
CHRISTINE: Only when I breathe.
MARY BETH: Oh, I went by your place. I picked up a few things. I've got, oh you know, cosmetics and toothpaste. ...Nonsense.
CHRISTINE: Thanks, Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: I got a ton of messages here that came in last night.
CHRISTINE: Who from?
MARY BETH: Oh, a big group. Cops and civilians. Mostly men.
CHRISTINE: Charlie?
MARY BETH: Oh, yeah. He was here yesterday. ...First thing. He barged his way into ICU to see you.
CHRISTINE: He can be such an unbearable man. You know Charlie.
MARY BETH: Rest and get strong, and I'll come by and see you in the morning. I'm gonna get that bastard for ya, Chris. The doctor says to me 'Two weeks'.
CHRISTINE: Two weeks. What's in a week. I'll bet you a pair of pink boots.
(Chris drifts off to sleep)

[Detectives' Squad room]

(Petrie, Isbecki, La Guardia and Coleman are all standing round Samuels)
SAMUELS: Anybody who thinks this is funny is gonna be directing traffic in Sheepshead Bay. (giving La Guardia his gun) Hold this, will ya.
(he steps onto some scales)
LA GUARDIA: You're gonna have to take some more drastic measures, Bert.
SAMUELS: Watch it, Coleman!
COLEMAN: Did I say anything?
(Petrie turns away stifling a laugh. Mary Beth rushes in)
MARY BETH: I'm sorry to be late, sir, but you wouldn't believe the traffic near the hospital.
SAMUELS: You're gonna have to cut down on the visiting hours because you've something that's gonna take a lot more of your time now.
MARY BETH: Sir?
SAMUELS: I'm thinking of the liquor store robberies.
MARY BETH: Liquor store? ...Oh, yes sir! Thank you, sir.
SAMUELS: He's in my office. (to Isbecki, pointing to the scales) Come on.

[Samuels' office]

MARY BETH: (holding out her hand) Hello. I'm Mary Beth Lacey.
BENNETT: (shaking hands) Well, hello. Steve Bennett. Detective, First-grade, late of the Eighth Precinct. Temporarily your partner, and the pleasure is all mine.
(he chuckles)

[Laceys' bedroom]

(Harvey is laying face down on top of the bed)
MARY BETH [OC]: Harve!
HARVEY: Yeah?
MARY BETH [OC}: You're gonna get up, aren't you?.
HARVEY: Yeah, I'm up! (pushing himself up) I'm up. I'm up. I'm up. (Mary Beth comes out of the bathroom) Good morning. (he gives her a peck) Hey, geeze, your hair looks real nice, Mary Beth. Did you do something different?
MARY BETH: No. No, same as usual. Have you got any cash? The boys need lunch money.
HARVEY: In my wallet.
MARY BETH: I'll get it. I'm taking five dollars.
HARVEY: What's all that gook on your eyes?
MARY BETH: Gook? ...It's mascara, Harve, I put that on every morning.
HARVEY: Your new partner. You said he's up for retirement, so what does that make him? About sixty?
MARY BETH: No, er, forty-six, ...forty-seven. He's through though. Made his twenty years.
HARVEY: Yeah. What does he look like?
MARY BETH: Oh, nice looking. Very fit.
HARVEY: Hey! Is that a new outfit, babe?
MARY BETH: Harve, I got this sweater from your mother three Christmases ago. The skirt I bought at Macy's on sale er, last Labor Day.
HARVEY: Well, you look very nice.
MARY BETH: Thank you very much.
HARVEY: So, what's he like? Is he married?
MARY BETH: Divorced. Harvey, the man and I are working together. Working together, that's it.
HARVEY: Did I say anything?
MARY BETH: Give me a kiss, Harve.
HARVEY: (as they finish the kiss) New perfume?
(they cuddle and laugh)

[Restaurant]

MARY BETH: One of our witnesses says the guy has an accent.
BENNETT: Mary Beth, why don't you put the file away? OK? I mean, it's our lunch break.
MARY BETH: Not one other witness mentioned an accent.
BENNETT: Yeah, well, half these witnesses can't even speak English. (taking the file from her and closing it) Here, it's bad for your digestion. Enjoy your lunch. ...You know, ...maybe you're gonna learn something here. You've gotta slow down a little bit. You're gonna burn yourself out. (the sweet arrives) Ah, ha, ha. Homemade baklava. The best.
MARY BETH: Oh, no, thanks anyway. I couldn't eat another thing.
BENNETT: Oh. (to the waiter) It's OK. just leave it. ...You've gotta taste this stuff. It's incredible.
MARY BETH: I really don't want any.
BENNETT: You gotta at least try it. Huh? Come on. ...One bite. You'll insult Demetrias. (as she takes a fork full) Huh? Huh? Huh?
MARY BETH: It's delicious.
BENNETT: Ah, ha, ha. Demetrias! He's an artist, isn't he?
MARY BETH: We gotta go. Excuse me, may we have the check, please.
DEMETRIUS: No. My friend, Detective Bennett, knows never a charge for our friends.
MARY BETH: Oh, well, that really isn't necessary ,...or lawful probably.
BENNETT: Never argue with your host. Thank you, Demetrias.

[Manhattan street]

(outside the restaurant they return to the car)
MARY BETH: Freebies make me uncomfortable.
BENNETT: Well, a couple of stuffed grape leaves and some baklava. We're not talking major corruption here, Detective Lacey. I'll drive. Well, let's go. Let's go!
MARY BETH: Thank you.
(they get in and he revs up the car before taking off)

[Hospital room]

(Chris is now off the oxygen)
MARY BETH: So it's different working with a guy?
MARY BETH: Yeah, it's different all right.
CHRISTINE: Like how?
MARY BETH: Oh, he always assumes he's the one who's gonna drive.
CHRISTINE: Well, Mary Beth, you're not the world's best driver.
MARY BETH: And when we're interviewing witnesses, I ask questions, they answer him like I was his assistant or something.
CHRISTINE: Well, it's not his fault.
MARY BETH: OK. All right. So that stuff is not a big deal. Too bad if you want to find the louse.
CHRISTINE: What do you mean?
MARY BETH: We've got a shooter out there. All this one cares about is eating lunch and getting home at five.
CHRISTINE: I thought you liked getting home at five.
MARY BETH: This is different.
CHRISTINE: (perking up) You never got home at five with me!
MARY BETH: Ha.
CHRISTINE: You didn't realise how good you had it with me, did ya?
MARY BETH: I realise. (turning to a flower display) This is nice. From your dad?
CHRISTINE: No. Tom.
MARY BETH: It's horrible. Who's Tom?
CHRISTINE: Security fella.
MARY BETH: Fifty bucks, I bet ya.
CHRISTINE: Charlie hasn't called or anything.
MARY BETH: Did you try him?
CHRISTINE: No.
MARY BETH: Um. Maybe something came up.
CHRISTINE: Maybe.

[Detectives' Squad room]

LA GUARDIA: (looking at the contents of a brown bag) Two jam doughnuts and orange soda.
COLEMAN: Right here. (looking at his order) What?
LA GUARDIA: It's nothing but refined carbohydrates, Coleman. ...Bacon and egg sandwich, chocolate milk.
ISBECKI: Yo!
LA GUARDIA: Pure cholesterol. ...Cream cheese and a bagel.
PETRIE: That's me.
LA GUARDIA: Do you know how much sodium there is in that? It's a cardio-vascular time bomb.
PETRIE: It looks like breakfast to me.
SAMUELS: (comes up eating a yoghurt) Hey, what is this, huh?! A Squad room or a diner?!
(Bennett comes in)
MARY BETH: (into phone) Well, if you see him anywhere, will you tell him to call his daughter at the hospital. ...Thank you.
BENNETT: Good morning. And how are you on this bright and loverly day, huh?
MARY BETH: Did you get me those witness statements from the liquor store?
BENNETT: Oh, Detective Lacey, (taking her wrist and looking at his watch) you've got to slow down. You have to learn to enjoy life. (taking out his buttonhole) Smell the flowers.
MARY BETH: (taking the flower and smelling it) Nice. ...Statements?
BENNETT: First thing this morning. Scout's honour.
COLEMAN: (giving her a message) Hey, Lacey, this is for you.
MARY BETH: Oh, why didn't I see this before?
COLEMAN: I just found it. The new night man took it last night. He thought you were the one that was in the hospital.
BENNETT: What have we got?
MARY BETH: (picking up her coat and giving Bennett the message) Carmen Garcia in The Bronx. Says she remembers something.
BENNETT: Why can't she come down here?
MARY BETH: She's got a sick child and no telephone.
BENNETT: Oh. There's always one. Right? You know, years ago, this senile old guy calls me all the way up to Far Rockaway three times. The only thing is, once I got there he could never quite remember why he called me.
MARY BETH: (throwing Bennett his coat) Mrs. Garcia does not sound to me like a senile old guy.
BENNETT: She says she thinks she remembers something. Now you wanna haul us all the way up to The Bronx on that?
MARY BETH: That's what they pay us for.
BENNETT: Yeah, well I don't know about you but I've got fifteen things to do right here.
MARY BETH: Bennett, maybe she's really got something.
BENNETT: Yeah, and it'll still be there in an hour. Besides, with mid-morning traffic, it could take us the whole morning just to get up there.
MARY BETH: What are you worried about? Missing lunch.
BENNETT: It beats a drive up to The Bronx.
MARY BETH: Thank you, Detective. Come on.
BENNETT: Da, da, da. (to Coleman as he follows Mary Beth) Is she always such a hot dog? Whew!
COLEMAN: (to Petrie after Bennett has gone) Not a match made in heaven.

[Garcia's living room]

(two young children are looking at Bennett. The younger girl is looking out from behind her hands. Bennett looks at his watch)
MARY BETH: (to Bennett) Never heard of peek-a-boo?
(Mary Beth starts to play with the girl. The boy goes and stands in front of Bennett and stares at him)
BOY: Do you have a gun?
BENNETT: Ah ha.

[Hospital room]

(Chris is sitting up wearing her New York Yankees cap)
CHRISTINE: Well, tell him not to get too comfortable.
PETRIE: Ha, ha, ha. I wouldn't say he looks too comfortable.
ISBECKI: No, Mary Beth is busting his chops.
CHRISTINE: Really?
ISBECKI: Yeah, the guy's dogging it.
PETRIE: It's hard to believe. A friend of mine over at the Eighth says he's been decorated four times.
ISBECKI: That guy, Bennett?
PETRIE: Yeah.
CHRISTINE: Well, he's due to retire. Maybe suffering from short-termer's disease.
LA GUARDIA: Reminds me of my old sergeant. The guy who broke me in. He had one week to his retirement. He answers a routine domestic disturbance call. Takes three shots to the chest ...and dies. (snapping his fingers) Like that.
(they all look at another)
LA GUARDIA: Say, we'd better get back! Christine, hope our visit cheered you up.
CHRISTINE: Thanks for coming, guys.
CHRISTINE: Yeah.
PETRIE: I hope you feel better.
ISBECKI: I'll see you later.
CHRISTINE: Cheers. ...Hey, Isbecki. (grabbing his hand) Wait a minute. Can I talk to you privately.
PETRIE: All right, Victor. Bye bye.
ISBECKI: Shall I lock the door?
CHRISTINE: Victor, sit down!

[Garcia's living room]

MRS. GARCIA: I don't remember too much. I was very frightened. This man's face, like with mirrors. It was like a horror picture.
BENNETT: Well, excuse me, Mrs. Garcia, you thought you said you remembered something. If we could skip to that we could get out of your hair a lot quicker.
MARY BETH: You take your time, ma'am.
MRS. GARCIA: I dreamed about it. That's when I remembered. I kept seeing the hand. The hand with the gun it. There was something on his hand. A tattoo, I think.
MARY BETH: Words or a picture?
MRS. GARCIA: A fish.
BENNETT: Are you sure?
MRS. GARCIA: Maybe a bird.
MARY BETH: Do you remember the colour?
MARY BETH: Black. Maybe dark blue. It was very hard to tell!
MARY BETH: Ma'am, if you had to take a guess, what would you say that tattoo was?
MRS. GARCIA: A fish. That's what I think it was!
MRS. GARCIA: A fish with... (she questions the boy in Spanish)
BOY: Fins.
MRS. GARCIA: Fins! With big fins!

[Squad car]

BENNETT: (driving) Big fins. Probably a fifty-seven Chevy.
MARY BETH: Not funny.
BENNETT: Anybody ever tell you, you take everything too seriously?
MARY BETH: Yeah. I take my job seriously. I take it seriously when people make fun of witnesses.
BENNETT: Hey, give me a break.
MARY BETH: You're acting like a slime ball in some kind of a Jay Walker or something who shot some people. It could have killed my partner.
BENNETT: Aha. Is that why you're pushing so hard? Look, handle your guilt in your own time, OK? You're making me crazy too.
MARY BETH: I'm doing my job!
BENNETT: I'm a doing mine. And I gotta great place for lunch.
POLICE RADIO: This is Central. Do you read me?
MARY BETH: (into radio) This is three-twelve. Go ahead Despatch.
POLICE RADIO: Crane's liquor store at three-six, Two-oh-one Street. Ten-thirty, armed robbery and homicide.
MARY BETH: (getting out the red light) Wanna go?
(she puts the light on the roof and the siren wails)

[Hospital corridor]

(Chris is in an electric wheelchair. She stops and gingerly gets out and finds some patients playing cards. Looking at one player's cards she signals details to a player opposite)
MARY BETH: (coming in) What are you doing here?
CHRISTINE: (hoarsely) Mary Beth!
MARY BETH: I was looking all over for you.
CHRISTINE: Sh! I couldn't stand it in my room. Come on, come walk with me.
MARY BETH: I thought the doctor said you were only supposed to walk round your room.
CHRISTINE: I've got an old lady for a doctor! So, how you doing on our case?
MARY BETH: He hit another liquor store.
CHRISTINE: And?
MARY BETH: One dead. But we got a witness that remembered a tattoo.
CHRISTINE: That's great! Did you have it checked out?
MARY BETH: Well, er, there wasn't too much to check. She was a little fuzzy on the details.
CHRISTINE: So, how about a sketch artist. Did you get one?
MARY BETH: Hey, you're supposed to be half asleep, not getting well.
CHRISTINE: Oh, come on, they've got doctors all over this place telling me to do that. Come on!
MARY BETH: Christine!
CHRISTINE: Get a sketch artist.
MARY BETH: Christine!
MARY BETH: Don't 'Christine' me, Mary Beth. I'm so bored here.
MARY BETH: You are crazy!
CHRISTINE: I don't want...
MARY BETH: You're a crazy person! You're a sick woman. (Dr. Teffler comes up and folds his arms) You're recovering from major surgery. You're supposed to be getting rest.
CHRISTINE: You should not be here. I'm a very sick person.
MARY BETH: You should be getting rest.
CHRISTINE: (seeing the doctor) Hello.
DR. TEFFLER: Hi there.
CHRISTINE: My partner.
DR. TEFFLER: Yes, we've met. How are you?
CHRISTINE: (pointing to the doctor) That's my other mother.
DR. TEFFLER: Will you get back to your room, please?
CHRISTINE: I gotta go. Bring me malted milk.
(Chris gets in the wheelchair and whizzes off)

[Samuels' office]

SAMUELS: (shouting at Petrie) ...You've got all your information. You don't need anything from me. Now... Out!!!
PETRIE: Yes sir.

[Detectives' Squad room]

(as Petrie closes the office door)
PETRIE: Do you want some friendly advice?
MARY BETH: What?
PETRIE: Don't. He chewed me up twice ...in five minutes. I think he's using rage as a food substitute.
(Mary Beth knocks and goes in)

[Samuels' office]

SAMUELS: What do you want?!
MARY BETH: Sir, I understand this is a very isn't a very good time....
SAMUELS: Good time? I've got a mugged City Councillor, I've got a bomb scare and a chimpanzee loose at Pier one-sixty-nine. I'm supposed to handle all that on a boiled egg and a piece of dry toast. Don't talk to me about 'good time'!
MARY BETH: I'll come back later.
SAMUELS: Wait a second!!! What about the liquor store case, huh? I'm starting to get helpful phone calls from City Hall.
MARY BETH: (closing the door) Well sir, that's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about, sir.
SAMUELS: Yeah?
MARY BETH: I'm having a little trouble with Detective Bennett.
SAMUELS: What kinda trouble?
MARY BETH: Well, I wanna be fair about this, sir, but I think he's a little er, cautious. A little too quick to be sceptical of evidence.
SAMUELS: That's an indictment?! That sounds to me like a good cop. That's what? Sounds like La Guardia or yourself. Do you know what is the thing about detective work?
MARY BETH: Sir?
SAMUELS: Some teams make it, some don't. The ones that do are almost always made up of opposites. Cagney eggs you on. You slow her down. But between the two of yous, you get the job done.
MARY BETH: Excuse me, sir, but what does it have to do with me and Bennett?!
SAMUELS: What it's got to do with you and Bennett is that every good partnership needs a hot dog. That's what. And with Cagney in the hospital, you are it!
MARY BETH: Yes.
SAMUELS: (as she turns away) Lacey, La Guardia tells me that Charlie hasn't been to the hospital to see Cagney.
MARY BETH: I called him three times, sir. No answer.
SAMUELS: Do you know what's going on?
MARY BETH: I don't know, sir.

[Hospital room]

(a huge bunch of flowers comes in)
ISBECKI: Sh bm!
CHRISTINE: What did you do? Rob a hearse.
ISBECKI: No, I got a cousin in the business.
(from out of the bottom of the basket the flowers were in he fishes a sheaf of papers)
ISBECKI: Voila! Ha, ha.
CHRISTINE: (taking the papers and starting to go through them) Great.
ISBECKI: OK. If anybody finds out that they're missing, I do not know you. Just get 'em back as soon as you can.
CHRISTINE: Don't worry.
ISBECKI: Oh, what about your end of it?
CHRISTINE: What? (he looks surreptitiously towards the door) Oh.
(she picks up a note and gives it to him)
ISBECKI: Ha. Monica Brand, RN. Five-five-five, four-two-nine-two. Are you sure she's the one?
CHRISTINE: The redhead.
ISBECKI: Yeah, the one with the legs that just don't quit.
CHRISTINE: I wouldn't know.
ISBECKI: Hey, it's only because you're out of commission. I mean, if you weren't out of commission, we'd party like we used to.
CHRISTINE: (about the note) Get rid of that. Don't tell her I had anything to do with this. (after Isbecki has gone) Never answer my call button again.

[Precinct front desk office]

MARY BETH: (to Bennett as he comes in) Hey! Did you get anything from Ballistics?
BENNETT: Yes, well, the bullets from all three victims match.

[Detectives' Squad room]

BENNETT: They're from the same weapon but it's not a known gun. So, what about you? Did you get anything at the hospital on his leg injury.
MARY BETH: Nothing.
BENNETT: I guess none of the eyewitnesses turned out either.
MARY BETH: I talked five out of ten of them into coming down. One couldn't make up his mind and all the other four picked out four different pictures. Two serving time. One defaulter. One deceased.
BENNETT: What about the tattoo lady?
MARY BETH: Mrs. Garcia?
BENNETT: Ah ha.
MARY BETH: She couldn't make it. Her kid was too sick. Nobody else mentioned a tattoo.
BENNETT: Well, that figures.
MARY BETH: Which doesn't mean there wasn't one. I say we should run a computer check.
BENNETT: On what? ...Every fish, bird and flower we got? Taking 'Armed Robbery Priors', that'll narrow it down to what, er twenty, thirty thousand suspects.
(her phone goes)

[Detectives' Squad room/Hospital room]

MARY BETH: Detective Lacey, Fourteenth.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, I told you I never forget a face.

[Computer department]

(a report requested by Samuels is printing out)
BENNETT: So, Blevins is our man, because three years ago he happened to wear mirror sunglasses, right.
MARY BETH: (reading from the printout) 'James Ray "Sonny" Blevins, male Caucasian, thirty-six, brown and brown, five eleven, a hundred and sixty five pounds.' That fits the description.
BENNETT: It describes a lot of guys.
MARY BETH: (taking the printout from the computer operator) Priors include possessing, narcotics, six armed robberies, four in liquor stores.
BENNETT: Well, that's some partner you got there. A regular psychic, huh?
MARY BETH: Identifying marks. 'Shark tattoo, back of the right hand' Ho, ho, ho. She's not psychic, she's good. (to the computer operator) Thank you, Jim. (she goes out of the door and yells back) Come on!

[Parole office]

MARY BETH: You're his parole officer. Where is he?
LAMPELL: Ha, ha, ha. He flits outta here, I don't know, two months, and I'll tell ya, I haven't had the pleasure since.
BENNETT: Well why haven't you sworn out a warrant fir his arrest?
LAMPELL: It happens that I did, and it also happens that the last time that I heard, there was something like three hundred thousand outstanding warrants in the Big Apple. Huh? Is that right?
MARY BETH: Yeah.
LAMPELL: Sure it is. Ha, ha, ha. So when do you figure you'll get Blevins? Somewhere around nineteen eighty-seven.
MARY BETH: We'll get to him this afternoon if you can tell us where he is.
LAMPELL: Hey, like I told ya, I don't have the man's address.
BENNETT: Yeah, sure. Well, thanks a lot.
MARY BETH: (to Bennett) Hey, hey. Look. Wait. (to Lampell) Could you work with us here, please, Lampell? Huh? You've gotta know something about the guy. Friends, hangouts, anything.
LAMPELL: I don't know. I don't know. Er, well, he's got a habit. I can tell you who his connection used to be.
MARY BETH: OK. That's a start.

[Manhattan Street]

(Mary Beth is rushing back to the car)
BENNETT: (following in her wake) Wait a second! Wait a second! Wait a second, will ya? I think we should at least coordinate this with Narcotics.
MARY BETH: They'll never move the paperwork in time. Meanwhile Blevins knocks over another liquor store.
BENNETT: Yeah. Terrific. So in the meantime we hang our tails out there with no backup.
MARY BETH: Bennett, all we're gonna do is sit in the car over the street from his connection's apartment. We wait. If he shows up, we call some Uniforms for backup. We go and we make a collar.
BENNETT: I don't like it.
MARY BETH: (looking him straight in the face) You wouldn't like it if you had the National Guard for backup.
BENNETT: What?
MARY BETH: I'm sick of arguing with you. I'm sick of pushing you. I'm gonna stake the place out tonight myself, with or without you. You know something. I don't think it makes a difference. You're a poor excuse for a partner. (giving him the car keys) I'm going to the hospital. I'll take the train!

[Hospital room]

(Chris has her manicure kit out)
MARY BETH: You think I handled it wrong.
CHRISTINE: I didn't say that.
MARY BETH: Well, what would you have done?
CHRISTINE: I'd have told him to get his act together or get lost.
MARY BETH: That's what I told him. ...I'm going on my own.
CHRISTINE: You're screwball.
MARY BETH: No, I'm not screwball. That's what you'd do, isn't it? Christine Cagney doesn't wait around for backup. She comes on like Gangbusters. First one through the door. Even solves cases from her hospital bed!
CHRISTINE: Hey, Mary Beth, come on.
MARY BETH: No, I'm killing myself here! Trying to solve this case and you get the only solid lead laying on your back!
CHRISTINE: So?!
MARY BETH: So! So, I know you're the one that got shot but I'm hurting too!
CHRISTINE: Well, you think that I don't know that. I do know that! It happened to us! And there is nothing that I can do to fix it!
MARY BETH: Do you wanna be my partner?
CHRISTINE: Yes!
MARY BETH: OK. We'll fix it. Geeze, this is worse than being married, huh?
CHRISTINE: How the hell do I know?
MARY BETH: Well, you yell. Sometimes you yell and then it clears the air.
CHRISTINE: Well, the air feels pretty clear right now.
MARY BETH: Do your nails. I gotta go.
CHRISTINE: Do me a favour.
MARY BETH: What?
CHRISTINE: Don't go out there and try to prove anything tonight.
MARY BETH: Who, me?

[Manhattan street]

(Mary Beth is alone in the car)

[Samuels' office]

SAMUELS: (into phone) So, when was the last time you saw him? ...OK. Thanks.
(he rings off)
SAMUELS: He had six at Paddy's last night.
LA GUARDIA: If I know Charlie he's hitting every bar on the West Side.
SAMUELS: What's the name of that cops' bar near the Old Garden
LA GUARDIA: (handing Samuels a bowl of food) McGinty's. Forty-ninth and Eighth. Do you think he's there?
SAMUELS: (looking at the food) My guess is that he's working his way up Eight Avenue. How does anybody eat this garbage?
LA GUARDIA: Well, cottage cheese is protein and the vegetables are roughage.
SAMUELS: Paul, do you think that one chilli dog will make a difference.
LA GUARDIA: Don't do it. Don't do it.
SAMUELS: Oh, come on. (handing him back the bowl and going out) One lousy chilli dog.
LA GUARDIA: (shouting after him) Bert, a chilli dog is suicide!

[Squad car]

(Bennett comes up and leans in through the window)
MARY BETH: You scared me half to death.
BENNETT: (getting in to the car) How long you been here?
MARY BETH: Four hours, twelve minutes.
BENNETT: I thought you could use some coffee.
MARY BETH: Thanks.
BENNETT: Baklava?.
MARY BETH: No thanks.
BENNETT: I er, paid for it.
(Mary Beth lets out a little laugh)

[McGinty's]

(Samuels comes in)
CHARLIE: So the dying guy says to the priest 'Hey, at this point I don't wanna antagonise anyone, huh?' (to the bartender) Hey, Mick, do 'em again, will ya.
CHARLIE'S FRIEND: I gotta go, Charlie.
CHARLIE: Where ya going? Hey, where ya going? Hey, Bert!
SAMUELS: How ya doing, Charlie?
CHARLIE: You don't get down here too much anymore. What are you drinking/
SAMUELS: Oh, no, I didn't come over here for a drink.
CHARLIE: What, you still on duty? Hey, one little nip won't hurt.
SAMUELS: Charlie! Why haven't you been to see your daughter?
CHARLIE: Hey, she's really more your daughter now than mine, Bert.
SAMUELS: Oh, come on, that's a lot of garbage.
CHARLIE: Looking at her in that hospital the other night, Bert. All those tubes coming out of her. My heart fell on the floor, Bert. I couldn't handle it.
SAMUELS: You hide out in a bar getting loaded. That's a lousy way to face it.
CHARLIE: (nearly crying) I can't stand it, Bert! She's my baby. My baby's hurting and I can't make it go away! Ain't nothing I can do for her.
SAMUELS: (taking the glass out of Charlie's hand) I'll tell you what you can do for her, Charlie! You can go home and sober up! And tomorrow , first thing, you put a smile on that dumb Irish mug of yours and you go to that hospital and you see your daughter!
(Samuels leaves)

[Manhattan street]

(in the car Bennett has snoozed off. Mary Beth notices a man coming down the street. He goes into a building)
MARY BETH: That's our boy.
BENNETT: Sure?
MARY BETH: How many junkies could there be in the City of New York wearing sunglasses and a bad leg.
BENNETT: (into radio) This is Bennett and Lacey, Fourteenth. We need Uniform backup at One Thirty-Eighth and Lennox. Do you copy?
PR One Thirty-Eighth and Lennox.
BENNETT: (into radio) Ten-four.
(he checks his gun)
MARY BETH: You OK?
BENNETT: Yeah. My feet are cold.
MARY BETH: I'm glad you're here.
BENNETT: Beats watching the late show. ...Damn it! He's leaving.
MARY BETH: He must have missed his connection.
(a large car drives up and stops just where Blevins has come out of the building)
BENNETT: Wait a second!
(Blevins has turned back and walks up to the large car)
BENNETT: It's a busy night.
(Blevins knocks on the window of the car)
MARY BETH: (going to get out) We'll just have to see.
BENNETT: Ah, ah. (taking his jacket off) We'll catch up with the connection. Give me your hat.
MARY BETH: (grabbing her hat and pulling it on) What are you doing?!
BENNETT: Cover me!

[Manhattan street]

BENNETT: Hey, Sonny! Wait up, man! (as he approaches the car) Hey, baby! Stay cool. ...It's me!
(Mary Beth has sneaked out of the car and is moving round)
MAN IN CAR: Who is that guy?
BLEVINS: He's a nerd, man.
(the car drives off. Bennett tackles Blevins and gets one of his arms over his shoulder. A tramp tackles Mary Beth but she pushes him off. Bennett throws Blevins but falls to the ground. Blevins recovers and gets a gun on him)
MARY BETH: Don't do it, Sonny, or I'll swear I'll take you out of the game. Put your hands where I can see 'em. Don't breathe.
(Bennett gets up and takes Blevins' gun)
MARY BETH: (to Blevins) Get on the car. ...Get on the car!
(Bennett slams Blevins on the car)
MARY BETH: (to Bennett) What were you doing?
BENNETT: I never could stand high-speed chases. They make me car sick.
MARY BETH: Pat him down.

[Hospital room]

CHRISTINE: What do you think? (she is sitting on the bed wearing long pink boots and flexing her feet) They're gorgeous.
(Chris gets up and starts strutting round)
MARY BETH: ...How did you con your doctor to let you out on Friday?
CHRISTINE: We negotiated. ...Did you have a look at his teeth?
MARY BETH: I don't believe it.
CHRISTINE: Oh, I've got this thing about teeth. Anyway the doctor gave me a check-up. Said that I could go home. ...Listen, Mary Beth, Says he knows a plastic surgeon, you know.
(she uses her hands to indicate her bust)
MARY BETH: Christine!
CHRISTINE: Well, it's a thought. ...How's Samuels? Is he in a better mood?
MARY BETH: No. Worse. He lost about three or four pounds and he was sweating off the rest, and then the new memo came in extending the deadline four weeks.
CHRISTINE: What?!
MARY BETH: Well, the Commissioner went to The Bahamas. He put on six pounds. I gotta go. I've got the Blevins arraignment at noon.
CHRISTINE: It was a good collar!
MARY BETH: You figured it out, Christine.
CHRISTINE: Yeah, but you nailed him.
MARY BETH: Well, I was being exactly like you. Excessive and relentless.
CHRISTINE: So you missed me?
MARY BETH: No. I don't wanna see your face around the precinct for a week.
CHRISTINE: I thought maybe a couple of hours...
MARY BETH: One week! One week. Good-bye.

[Hospital corridor]

(as Mary Beth leaves she sees Charlie at the reception desk with a bunch of flowers)

[Hospital room]

(there is a knock at the door)
CHARLIE: Can I come in? (she nods) Sorry, but er I... ...kinda busy. How you feeling?
CHRISTINE: Fine.
CHARLIE: Hey, they tell me you're gonna get out of here the day after tomorrow.
CHRISTINE: I'm a lousy patient.
CHARLIE: Oh yeah, you always were. I know when you were a little girl, your mother'd keep you at home from school because of a cold or something, you'd raise holy hell. ...Chrissie, I'm sorry.
CHRISTINE: You don't have to be sorry. You were busy.
CHARLIE: (he has a little laugh) So, did you hear, the Yankees are looking for a new right-handed relief pitcher? I don't get that one, you know. They've got a guy in the bullpen now that's going right through the zone.
CHRISTINE: Charlie. Give me those flowers. They're wilting.
(she looks down affectionately at the flowers)

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