(children are playing. A small girl cuddling a rag doll looks out down at them from a first floor window)
[School entrance hall]
(the duo comes in with the head teacher, Mr. Stone)
STONE: She's such an energetic child, ...and such a bright one. I mean, she's really a joy, but recently she has not been able to respond to her teachers. She has not been responding to her friends. And now she's been taking a doll with her to school every day. Won't let it out of her sight.
MARY BETH: Have you got any idea if there's some reason for this, Mr. Stone?
STONE: Well, just today she made a drawing in class, sexually graphic, and Mrs. Skinner, one of her teachers, asked her who was in the picture that she drew. And she said it was the man who hurt her. Then she began to cry. (a small boy runs between them as the walk along) Seamus! No running in the hall please, young man. OK? Sorry about that.
MARY BETH: The energetic sort.
CHRISTINE: Have you notified the parents?
STONE: The parents, single. He's a widower.
STONE: I called him right after I called you. He's on his way now.
CHRISTINE: Well, when he gets here, we're gonna want him to take Carrie for a medical examination.
STONE: (pointing through a door) There she is.
CHRISTINE: (to Mary Beth) Your department.
MARY BETH: (to Stone) Seven, huh? (Stone nods and steps aside for her to go in) Thank you.
MARY BETH: (to the nurse) Hello. (to Carrie) Hi ya. What's your name? ...I'm Detective Lacey. This is Detective Cagney, my partner. (Chris waves) Now, if you don't believe me, I've got my badge right here. See, that's me, right there. We need to talk to you about the man that hurt you. ...And to tell you the truth, I already know your name. Carrie Mitchell. Am I right? (she pins her badge on Carrie's collar) Mr. Stone told me that. ...That's a cute little dolly you got there. Mr. Stone says you like to keep her with you these days. Right? (Carrie mouths 'Yes') Kinda close. So Carrie... Can I call you 'Carrie'? (Carrie nods) Thank you. I have to ask you questions about this man who hurt you, otherwise my partner's gonna start to pester me, but er before we start, I want you to know something. OK? Whatever you want to tell me, no matter what it is, I'll believe you. And if the person that hurt you told you that it was a secret, it's OK to tell me because I'm a police officer. Do you understand that? Right? OK, can I have my badge back. (Carrie mouths yes) I'll put this right here and we'll start. All right? ...OK. Who was it then?
(Carrie whispers in Mary Beth's ear)
MARY BETH: Neil? Who's Neil?
(Carrie whispers again)
MARY BETH: The babysitter. ...Can you tell me how the babysitter hurt you? ...OK, how about if you show me on your dolly where the man hurt you?
(Carrie shakes her head and turns away)
CHRISTINE: Carrie. What about a picture? Will you draw us a picture?
(Carrie looks at Mary Beth, who turns her head towards Chris, then at the doll and nods)
MARY BETH: Atta girl.
(Neil Traeger is there in singlet and track suit bottom)
CHRISTINE: Who else do you sit for?
CHRISTINE: I just wondered.
TRAEGER: You're going to talk to all of 'em. Right?! You're gonna tell 'em that someone's said I was a pervert!
MARY BETH: We're not gonna say anything we don't have to, but we do have to investigate the allegations.
TRAEGER: If you do,...
MARY BETH: Or you'll what? ...Or you'll what?
TRAEGER: (walking away) This is a nightmare.
CHRISTINE: Would you give us their names and addresses, please?
TRAEGER: I've only been babysitting a month. Carrie is the first child I've sat for more than once. The others, you're just gonna have to get their names and addresses from the babysitting service. ...Look, I wanna help you in any way I can. But I have a Mid-term to go to and I'd like to get dressed. Is there anything more I can do?
MARY BETH: When would you be available to talk to us again?
[Petries' dining room]
(Claudia is feeding Lauren. Petrie comes in)
CLAUDIA: Didn't I just say 'Goodbye' to you?
PETRIE: Yeah. I left my wallet, and I've just locked my keys in the car.
CLAUDIA: Oh. If you wait a minute I'll just look for the extra set.
PETRIE: It's all right. I'll get a hanger. It'll be faster.
CLAUDIA: Did anyone ever tell you, you look gorgeous when you're undercover?
CLAUDIA: We better go and help daddy find his keys.
[Blue and white patrol car]
(Petrie is using the coat hanger to get into his car outside the house)
BRUNDAGE: Oh, it looks like we've got us a live one here.
(the car pulls up and the two uniformed officers get out)
[Street outside of Petrie's house]
BALOUGH: Police! Put your hands in the air and step away from the car.
PETRIE: (with his hands up he turns towards the two uniformed officers) Guys! Guys!
(one officer tackles him over the bonnet just as Claudia comes out with Lauren in her arms)
CLAUDIA: (running) Leave him alone! ...Stop! ...Don't hit him!
(with Petrie on the ground and Claudia shouting, they relieve him of his gun. They both have guns on him)
BALOUGH: Shut up! Now you shut up.
PETRIE: I'm a cop. Damn it.
(Coleman and Isbecki are coming down)
COLEMAN: Her name is Roxanne...
ISBECKI: Where's he taking her?
ISBECKI: Perhaps it's a first date.
COLEMAN: He's taking her to the casino for the 'Wine and dip'.
ISBECKI: Coleman, how do you know all this stuff anyway?
COLEMAN: Does Lacey still doubt me?
[Detectives' Squad room]
(Petrie, with a dressing on his right forehead, storms in past them and puts a sheet of paper in his typewriter)
ISBECKI: Whatever happened to you? Domestic spat, huh? Hey, when a girl takes a poke at your eye, get right back at her. Don't let her get away with that stuff just because she's a woman.
PETRIE: Back off, Victor OK?!
ISBECKI: OK. It's no skin off my nose.
COLEMAN: That was very good, Victor. (to Petrie) That's quite a bruise. What happened?
PETRIE: I cut myself shaving, all right?
COLEMAN: All right. Schtum.
LA GUARDIA: Marcus, are you all right?
(Petrie shakes his head. La Guardia leaves. Petrie rips the paper from his typewriter)
SAMUELS: (into phone) I don't want anything fancy, you know, just a haircut, that's all. (as the duo comes in) ...Oh, er yeah, and maybe a manicure. ...OK. Good. ...Yeah. ...Yeah. ...Tell Ned that I will make it worth his while. ...Yeah. Right. OK. ...Thanks. (he rings off) There used to be a time you could walk in on a barber's shop and plunk down your six bits and that was it! Now, you gotta make an appointment, you know, with a hairstylist. You've gotta go to a salon. Then they stitch you for twenty-five bucks. You know what, the only thing that I see is that in the old days the haircuts would last you longer.
(Mary Beth laughs)
CHRISTINE: I don't er, think ...you need a haircut.
MARY BETH: No. You should see Harvey. He waits until it hangs down over his ears.
SAMUELS: Oh, well, I mean, he's a married man. Huh! A married man doesn't have to worry about his appearance. So, what do you two need?
CHRISTINE: (putting a form in front of him) We want this subpoena submitted, sir.
SAMUELS: Which case?
MARY BETH: That little girl at the school turned out to be a sex abuse case.
SAMUELS: One of her own family?
CHRISTINE: No. The victim claims that she was molested by her babysitter. There've been no Priors on the man before and the service won't cooperate.
SAMUELS: Huh. That figures. They don't want lawsuits and bad publicity. I'll call Legal and tell them the subpoena's a priority.
CHRISTINE: Thank you, Lieutenant.
[Detectives' Squad room]
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth. The hospital called. Carrie Mitchell never came in for her examination.
MARY BETH: You have the father's business card. We'll find out what happened.
CHRISTINE: (handing Mary Beth the card) Mitchell, McDonnell and Maine, Attorney-at-Law.
MARY BETH: A lawyer. Seemed too nice for a lawyer, don't you think?
CHRISTINE: For a lawyer.
COLEMAN: Detectives Cagney, Lacey. Somebody here to see you.
MARY BETH: (into phone) Yes. Mr. Jerry Mitchell, please. (Chris attracts Mary Beth's attention) Thank you, I can see he's not there.
(Jeremy Mitchell comes in holding Carrie's hand)
MARY BETH: (to Carrie) So how's it going. (pointing to the doll) I thought you were gonna take her with you to the doctor.
CHRISTINE: (indicating a chair) Mr. Mitchell.
MITCHELL: Oh, no thank you, we won't be staying that long. (kneeling down) Carrie, honey, are you gonna tell the officer what you told daddy. It's all right. The officer won't get mad at you.
MARY BETH: (to Carrie) Hey. Hey, didn't we make a deal this morning? You could tell anything to our friend. Come on, it's OK.
CARRIE: I made it up.
CHRISTINE: What? I'm sorry.
MITCHELL: Oh, she imagined it. I guess it's a phase she's going through. (there's a tear running down Carrie's cheek) I'm just sorry the school didn't call me first before bringing you two into it. I could have saved you a lot of time and I apologise for any inconvenience this has caused you.
(Carrie buries her face in her arm)
MARY BETH: Oh, hey, Carrie. What are you crying for?
MITCHELL: (picking Carrie up) It's OK, baby. It's OK. We can go home now.
CHRISTINE: Mr. Mitchell, please wait.
MITCHELL: I'm gonna take Carrie home. This has been very hard on her. She has a school vacation coming up in about ten days and I have made arrangements with her grandparents to take her for a few weeks.
CHRISTINE: Mr. Mitchell, you realise we've already filed a sixty-one and notified the Sex Crime Squad. So this investigation will probably continue.
MITCHELL: No it won't. You can kill it!
MARY BETH: We'll have to talk about that with our supervisor, sir.
MITCHELL: You can do that. It's just fine. Tell him it's been a mistake and it's all over now.
CHRISTINE: It's not that easy now.
MITCHELL: You do it ...or I do it!
(Chris comes in and pulls back the temporary curtain. Mary Beth is sitting in the lotus position holding her nose)
CHRISTINE: What is that?
MARY BETH: This is yogi, Chris.
CHRISTINE: (sitting beside her) La Guardia?
MARY BETH: Yeah, he said if I could sit here, it's as good as a whole night's sleep.
CHRISTINE: La Guardia told Coleman to take valerian root to lose weight. You checked the gut on Coleman lately? (Mary Beth looks round at Chris) You didn't sleep much last night either, huh?
MARY BETH: About ten minutes, before the alarm went off.
CHRISTINE: So what number you on here?
MARY BETH: Well now you see, I don't know. You mixed me up. ...I just seen a scene in my head last night. Neil Traeger offers us coffee and he's in a state of shock, ...I guess. A child molester running around and we can't even touch him.
CHRISTINE: Let me ask you something. What if he isn't...
MARY BETH: What if he isn't what?
CHRISTINE: What if he isn't guilty? Well, the little girl's mother just died. I mean, maybe none of this is true. I mean, I had a pretty wild imagination when I was her age!
MARY BETH: Oh no, you didn't have an imagination about stuff like that. I mean you were there. You heard that little girl talk about stuff that nobody her age would know unless it happened to her. I believe what she said.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, she said that she lied.
MARY BETH: Chris, I know it's as true as I'm standing here right now. Kids don't lie. Not about this.
[Outside school playground]
MARY BETH: If she's there I don't see her.
CHRISTINE: Maybe her father kept her off.
MARY BETH: No, she's gotta be out here somewhere.
CHRISTINE: (spotting Carrie by herself and carrying the doll) Hey, there she is.
MARY BETH: Carrie! Hey! How ya doing! We were looking all over for ya. To tell you the truth, I was worried about ya.
(Carrie comes slowly towards them)
CARRIE: I'm not supposed to talk to people I don't know.
MARY BETH: That's a good rule, Carrie, but you know us. Right? Come on and talk to us a minute, would ya? Last time I saw you, you were crying. Are you OK? (Carrie nods) Well, that's the important part. Looking forward to going to your grandparents, huh? (Carrie nods again) Have some fun. Carrie, I told my partner that you're a straight one. Could I... Could I check something out with ya? (Carrie nods) Remember yesterday when we were talking in the nurse's office. Right? And you told me about your babysitter. Remember? And do you remember when you came with your father to the Squad room? Right? Did you make up that story about the babysitter? ...Did ya. (Carrie shakes her head. To Chris) What did I tell ya? (to Carrie) Straight out.
MARY BETH: Well, I was just wondering what kind of a loving father encourages his child to lie.
MITCHELL: Oh, come on, Detective Lacey, this is not the debating team. I have discussed this with Institute trial psychologists and it's a recent opinion as well as mine that Carrie should not be subjected to any further unpleasantness with regard to this matter.
CHRISTINE: You're not even denying that you encouraged her to lie, are you?
MITCHELL: Please spare me your feeble attempts at cross-examination.
CHRISTINE: We need Carrie's testimony in court. It's that simple.
MITCHELL: I'll make it even simpler. Get someone else's child to do your dirty work for you!
MARY BETH: We don't have another witness. And testifying in court is not dirty work, it's a civic responsibility.
MITCHELL: I know exactly what testifying in court is, Detective. 'King of the Cross-examination'. That's what they call me. Although in sex cases it's not even difficult. My last rape case, I had the victim in tears. Barely knew her own name. I won! A month later, my client was arrested again. Another rape. Now last week I was in the bank, ran into the victim. You know, I didn't even know who she was. But she knew me. And she remembered me. She spat ...in my face! Now, thank you Detectives, Carrie declines to exercise her civic ...responsibility.
CHRISTINE: Mr. Mitchell, this is a first-degree sex abuse case. If you keep telling your daughter to lie, you can be charged with obstructing justice, tampering with a witness...
MITCHELL: (shouting) You take me before the Grand Jury! (quieter)...and I'll hit you with the biggest false arrest suit you've ever seen, and next year I'll be the richest man in New York City.
MARY BETH: We can take you to Family Court and have you declared an unfit parent.
MITCHELL: Not a brilliant idea. Arrest me. Put Carrie in a foster home. And they all lived happily ever after. Now that is the classic, fabled ending.
SAMUELS: (calling after Petrie who is going up the stairs. He now has a plaster on his forehead) Petrie!
PETRIE: Yes sir.
SAMUELS: (holding a sheet of paper and following Petrie up the stairs) Do you want me to initial this?
PETRIE: Yes sir.
PETRIE: It's all in the report, Lieutenant.
SAMUELS: I read the report. You're alleging improper conduct, specifically the use of unnecessary force, and you're alleging against Officers Brundage and Balough.
PETRIE: That is correct.
SAMUELS: I still don't know why. Petrie, suppose it was you out on patrol. Hm? And you see a guy trying to break into an automobile, a guy in civilian clothes is trying to break in with a ...coat hanger. You go over to investigate. You don't see a shield. What you do see is a gun in a shoulder holster underneath the guy's jacket. What do you do?
PETRIE: Well, I don't slam the suspect up against the car.
SAMUELS: No. What do you do?
PETRIE: No, I don't slam him against the car! I don't do that!!
SAMUELS: Well, I'll tell you what I would do! A soon as I see that piece, I don't leave any margin for error. That's what I do. You know, I'll tell you something, Marcus Petrie, these guys had no way of knowing that you were a police officer.
PETRIE: I don't think that that's the point!
SAMUELS: What is the point?
PETRIE: The point... What they saw, Lieutenant, was a black man, shabbily dressed, in a middle-class, predominately white neighbourhood. Now if I were white, they would have asked if I needed a locksmith.
SAMUELS: You believe that?
(Petrie walks away. Samuels follows)
SAMUELS: Do you know something? Do you know that in all the years I've been on the force, I never once filed a civilian complaint form on a fellow officer. No matter what. Do you know why? Because it can lead to loss of rank, loss of pension, benefits. Maybe even dismissal. Do you realise that?
SAMUELS: I'll tell you what I'm gonna do with this. I'm gonna put it on my desk for a couple of days. In the meantime, you think about it. In another couple of days if you still want me to initial it, I'll initial it and I'll send it over to the Review Board.
PETRIE: Thank you, Lieutenant.
MARY BETH: Do you think we can do it?
RHONDA GALLEGOS: I can't file. You've got an uncooperative witness.
MARY BETH: No, it's not the witness, it's for the father to convince himself it would be better for the little girl.
RHONDA GALLEGOS: As opposed to us who, being on the side of the angels, think it's better to throw her into some adversarial courtroom proceeding and let a jackal of a defence lawyer tear her apart.
CHRISTINE: Oh come on, Rhonda, the fault of the judicial system is not on our heads, it's on yours.
RHONDA GALLEGOS: Oh yes!
CHRISTINE: You go ahead and laugh. All we wanna do is get this man off the streets. Are we gonna subpoena this little girl without her father's cooperation or not?
RHONDA GALLEGOS: Have you any idea how hard it is to win a case when all you've got is the testimony of one small child? Make that one terrified, traumatised child in the alien, threatening environment of a courtroom. And then you throw in a squeaky clean defendant. And a father who's telling her to lie! Ah, ah. I've gotta tell you, I'll pass.
CHRISTINE: I asked the question. You have not answered.
MARY BETH: No, no. We know this guy is guilty.
RHONDA GALLEGOS: Guilty? I've answered the question.
CHRISTINE: Well, that is a terrific attitude!
RHONDA GALLEGOS: I do not understand what we are arguing about here. Now, I want this guy as badly as you do. It happens that I need witnesses to do it!
MARY BETH: We're still trying to track down possible victims.
RHONDA GALLEGOS: Good! You get me three. And three children still might not equal one adult in the eyes of a jury.
[Precinct front desk office]
(the duo returns)
MARY BETH: Tomorrow, maybe, we approach the neighbourhood kids.
CHRISTINE: It's a long shot. The chances of getting anyone to admit to it are very slim.
MARY BETH: Let's ask the Lieutenant about the subpoena on the babysitting service.
COLEMAN: The Lieutenant's looking for you two.
CHRISTINE: Thank you.
COLEMAN: Well, hurry up, he's already late for Roxanne.
COLEMAN: Blind date. Very hot.
[Detectives' Squad room]
SAMUELS: (in a new suit and tie) Oh good. I'm glad you got back before I left. I've got something for you.
MARY BETH: Is this the subpoena, sir?
SAMUELS: No, not yet, the babysitting service is fighting that.
CHRISTINE: On what grounds?!
SAMUELS: Well, they're arguing that it's irrelevant.
MARY BETH: Hardly irrelevant. The man works there.
SAMUELS: Oh, I know that, Lacey, but you've gotta consider it from their viewpoint too. Whether it's true or whether it's not true doesn't make any difference. As soon as it hits the newspapers, they're out of business. ...Right, they fire this Traeger...
CHRISTINE: Oh, that's good of them. Weeding out the paedophiles.
SAMUELS: This just arrived.
CHRISTINE: What is it?
SAMUELS: A restraining order. Jeremy Mitchell. Forbidding you to approach either him or his daughter.
CHRISTINE: Oh, he can't do that, can he? This is all going sour on our investigation.
SAMUELS: Cagney, he can and he did. Police harassment.
CHRISTINE: Great. We can't get a subpoena to give us the names of other possible victims. The one witness we do know, we're not allowed to talk to, and meanwhile there is a child molester walking around a city with two million kids.
SAMUELS: We do what we can. I'll let you know about the subpoena. Anything else?
MARY BETH: No sir.
CHRISTINE: Thank you, Lieutenant.
SAMUELS: Oh, by the way, how do I look?
MARY BETH: With due respect, sir, we've got this jerk we can't touch, and your concern about how you're gonna look on a date is irrelevant to me, ...sir.
SAMUELS: Don't you get sarcastic with me, Lacey. Do you think for one minute I don't care about that pervert out on the streets?
MARY BETH: No. I'm sorry, sir.
SAMUELS: Now, how did you know about my date anyway! .. .Oh, never mind. Now you listen to me, the both of yous. I've been at this a lot longer than you. And if I let every case that backed me in a corner, eat at me, then I'd have been eaten alive long ago. I let myself get riled up about cases I can do something about! I suggest the same for you, both of yous.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
SAMUELS: (as he goes out) You'll live a lot longer.
CHRISTINE: You look very nice, Lieutenant.
MARY BETH: Yes sir, you look very nice.
(Samuels mouths 'Thank you')
COLEMAN: (as Samuels leaves) You look very nice, Lieutenant.
HARVEY: I've come up with a new system. I had Michael read himself to sleep. One of those S. E. Hinton books. I mean, do you believe that stuff? Gangs, drugs, fights and all that. I mean, this is for ten-year-old kids. Oh yeah, I grew up on "Grandpa Rides" and "Red Smith". It's a kind of a shock. (to Mary Beth who is sitting there staring straight in front) Huh? ...Oh, I guess it's a different world out there. He's doing OK with the reading. I mean, he's no Sir Laurence Olivier but he's getting better. ...Do you wanna watch some TV?
MARY BETH: No.
HARVEY: Wanna talk?
MARY BETH: No.
HARVEY: Are you mad at me or something?
MARY BETH: No, Harve, I'm going for a walk. OK?
HARVEY: Yeah, yeah, that's OK. That's OK. That's terrific! (shouting after her) Why don't you ...just ...go ...for a walk!!
MARY BETH: Hey, I'm sorry. It's not about you, OK?
HARVEY: (as she goes out of the door) Hey, I know it's not about me! You haven't thought about me in days. You're so wrapped up in other peoples' troubles you don't have any time to spend with your own family!!!
MARY BETH: (as she runs off) Don't you lie to me, Harvey!!
HARVEY: I'm not lying!! Talk to me!!!
MARY BETH: (to a neighbour who has opened her door) Would you go inside, please!
MARY BETH: (coming straight back in) Talk? OK, talk. Everybody wants the child abuse case to go away. For the babysitter's business and for the father... I'm furious with this father, Harve. He.. I don't know. This little girl is like er... Her face is like er ...porcelain. Like er... And somebody messed with her, Harvey. And I'm... This fa... Her father brings her downtown and makes her look like a liar. He doesn't care about her getting molested. He won't let her testify. He won't even let her talk to me. And if something like that happened to Harve Jr, ...or to Michael, I would not sleep until I got the guy that did it! ...I talked to you. Have you got nothing to say?
HARVEY: I don't think you wanna hear it.
MARY BETH: You disagree with me?
HARVEY: No, no, I just see your point. You said it yourself. This little girl, she has been through a lot. And if he thinks that testifying and all that would hurt her more...
MARY BETH: So you're gonna let the creep go ahead, go on! Dumb it up...
HARVEY: (shouts) That is not what I am saying!!! I am saying that this man loves his kid just like I love mine!!
MARY BETH: Don't you dare say that to me, Harve Lacey! I love my kids and I love you more than anything else in the whole world!
HARVEY: That is why you haven't spent fifteen minutes this whole week with Michael or Harvey Jr. You sit in this chair all night. (shouting again) You've hardly talked to me all night because your lousy job has got all your attention!!!
MARY BETH: (shouting back) My job pays half the bills around here, remember!!!
HARVEY: (still shouting) So it deserves all of your attention?!!!
MARY BETH: I'm gonna take a walk!!
(as she opens the door he slams it back shut)
HARVEY: (quietly) Why don't you walk down the hall with me instead?
MARY BETH: I'm going for a walk on my own.
HARVEY: I'll be here.
[Precinct front desk office]
COLEMAN: The Lieutenant was in very early this morning.
LA GUARDIA: So?
COLEMAN: He wasn't out late last night.
ISBECKI: You saying he struck out with Roxanne.
COLEMAN: Maybe not. Maybe he never went home. Further news bulletins as they break. (as a suspect is brought in) You again?
SAMUELS: (calls out) Cagney.
CHRISTINE: Yes, Lieutenant.
SAMUELS: Oh, close the door. ..Sit down.
CHRISTINE: Thank you.
SAMUELS: So, er, how ya doing?
CHRISTINE: Well, it's kinda frustrating here, all these dead-ends on this case.
SAMUELS: No, no, I'm not talking about your case. How are you doing? You?! Your life. You know, life is more than just the work you do. Don't you think so?
CHRISTINE: Oh, yes. Sure. It's just that, sometimes, the work is easier. Huh?
SAMUELS: Huh. Ah huh. I know what you mean. ...Er, listen. Cagney. ...Er, you're a woman. Right?
CHRISTINE: I'm, working on it, ...Lieutenant.
SAMUELS: I mean, er, you're out there. You date. OK? And er, there's a certain ...language that you speak. I don't get it sometimes, ya know?
CHRISTINE: Beg your pardon?
SAMUELS: Well, let's say, for example, you're going out on a date for the very first time. Right? And let's say that you had a good time. What do you say to him?
CHRISTINE: Say to him?!
SAMUELS: Yes. Mm. Tell him you had a good time?
CHRISTINE: Yeah, well, if I had a good time, I'd tell him, I had a good time.
SAMUELS: Uh huh. Yeah. Yeah! OK. So what would you say to him if you didn't have a good time?
CHRISTINE: That one's a little tricky, ...Lieutenant. Actually sometimes you say you had a good time, even if you didn't ...have a good time.
SAMUELS: Yeah. Sure. That's right. Let the guy off easy, huh? Don't hurt his feelings. That's what I thought. OK. Thanks. You've got work to do. Right?
CHRISTINE: Oh, well, wait a second, Lieutenant. I mean, the chances are just as good that, she had a good time.
SAMUELS: Yeah. So why didn't she say so?
CHRISTINE: Or perhaps she did.
(the phone goes)
SAMUELS: (into phone) Yes. Samuels. ...Yeah. OK. Thanks. They'll be down to pick it up. (ringing off) Your subpoena cleared. The two of yous can pick it up downtown this morning.
CHRISTINE: Oh, thank you.
CHRISTINE: (turning back from the door) Lieutenant, why don't you er, give her a call and ask her out again. See what happens.
SAMUELS: Yeah, what if she says 'No'?
CHRISTINE: Well, then you'll know ...if she had a good time or not.
[Precinct House yard]
(Petrie and Isbecki come out to their car. The two uniformed officers that beat Petrie up waylay them)
BALOUGH: Hey, Detective Petrie!
BRUNDAGE: Can we have a word with you?
PETRIE: I'm in a hurry.
BRUNDAGE: Come on, this should just take a minute.
BALOUGH: Oh, listen, maybe we could go some place a little more private.
PETRIE: Anything you have to say to me you can say in front of my partner.
BALOUGH: All right. Mm, we came here to ask you to reconsider filing charges. ...Look, we're sorry for what happened. It was an honest mistake. ...Look, I got eleven years, Petrie. Do you know what'll happen if this goes in my file?
PETRIE: I wonder why you didn't think about that before you jumped me.
BRUNDAGE: Hey man, we didn't see a shield. All we saw was your piece!
PETRIE: Victor, we better get off to The Bronx.
BRUNDAGE: (pulling at Isbecki's arm as they turn away) Hey!
ISBECKI: You heard the man. Get lost!
(Petrie and Claudia are laying in bed)
PETRIE: They stare at me, babe. ...Think I'm being some sort of hard case. ...Angry black man. Chip on his shoulder. I know that that's what they think.
CLAUDIA: Are you?
PETRIE: You saw what they did to me.
CLAUDIA: I gotta tell you, Marcus, if you ever have to make a judgement call like that, if he has a gun, I don't care what colour he is, I hope you do exactly the same thing.
PETRIE: I can't believe you. I can't believe your saying that. I should go out and roust people.
CLAUDIA: I'm not saying 'Roust people'. But if you do make an error, I hope it's on the side of caution. I'd rather see you facing a brutality charge than me being the grieving widow at some Inspector's funeral. ...That shocking husband of mine. I love you more than I love some abstract concept of civil liberties.
(Petrie sits up on the side of the bed)
CLAUDIA: Hey, ...what's wrong? ...Talk to me. ...I'm your wife.
PETRIE: I let you down.
PETRIE: They beat me up right in front of you and Lauren.
CLAUDIA: See. It's OK.
PETRIE: No. It's not OK ...because I couldn't protect you.
CLAUDIA: Marcus, I didn't need protection. I felt terrible because I couldn't protect you.
PETRIE: Claudia ...I never ...felt like that before. ...I felt helpless. All I could think of was that you were watching and I er, couldn't do anything about it.
CLAUDIA: (putting her arms round him from behind) Oh baby.
PETRIE: Do you know what that feels like for a man?
CLAUDIA: I don't know what it feels like. But I'll tell you what I do know. I know that if we need you to be there for me and Lauren... And we'll be there for you. And that's all that matters.
PETRIE: Oh, no babe. You see...
CLAUDIA: That's all that counts. You have to listen to me, ...my Marcus Petrie.
[Apartment building corridor]
CHRISTINE: So, one family's moved, one family's kid's five, one family doesn't talk to cops. But if there's something wrong with this Hayes' child...
MARY BETH: Yeah, and I'm not giving up.
CHRISTINE: Maybe we'll get lucky this time.
(Mary Beth suddenly stops and turns away)
CHRISTINE: Oh, hell, Mary Beth, don't let me down.
MARY BETH: I know, I know. It doesn't matter what we do on this (she indicates an apartment door) if someone ends up getting hurt.
CHRISTINE: I tell you, you should get off this guilt trip of yours! People getting hurt on this case is not our fault, it is Traeger's and I'm not gonna let you do it to yourself this time.
MARY BETH: OK.
CHRISTINE: You ready?
MARY BETH: Yeah.
MISS. HAYES: Hello.
MARY BETH: Miss. Hayes?
MISS. HAYES: Yes.
MARY BETH: We're conducting an investigation that concerns your son, Michael. Can we talk to your son for a minute?
MISS. HAYES: OK.
(she opens the door revealing Michael who is only a toddler)
[Rhonda Gallegos's office in Criminal Court building]
MARY BETH: I don't get it here. You ask us for a witness. We got you a witness. So now, we're doing the best we can.
RHONDA GALLEGOS: No! A three-year old on the witness stand?
MARY BETH: OK. You explained it to us. We understand it. We know that it's not gonna be not easy.
RHONDA GALLEGOS: Hey! I would tell you if it were not easy! This is impossible!
MARY BETH: The man is guilty.
RHONDA GALLEGOS: I cannot go into a courtroom with nothing more than the uncorroborated testimony of a three-year old. I have to qualify him as a witness. That means that I have to prove that a three-year old understands the meaning of the oath. And knows the difference between telling a lie and telling the truth.
MARY BETH: I know...
RHONDA GALLEGOS: You wait! (to Chris) You be a three-year old. (to Mary Beth) I'm gonna be a real lovely defence lawyer here. (to Chris) Michael, did you see "Dumbo"? Did you see an elephant fly? Do you believe in tooth fairies. Do you believe in Santa Claus?
CHRISTINE: I got the picture.
RHONDA GALLEGOS: No jury is going to convict an adult on the word of a three-year old.
CHRISTINE: We got the picture!
RHONDA GALLEGOS: Still, you realise we will probably get him some day. And we really don't have to do very much, because, after all, molesters keep on molesting.
CHRISTINE: And we just keep on letting him do it!
RHONDA GALLEGOS: That's right!! Until we've got enough credible witnesses!!!
(Mary Beth rushes out)
RHONDA GALLEGOS: Mary Beth!
CHRISTINE: There. You see, you've upset my partner.
[Outside Criminal Court building]
(Chris runs out after Mary Beth)
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, you wanna slow down a minute? Where are you going?
MARY BETH: I'm getting sick of this when we know who it is. And we've gotta beat up ourselves worrying that we won't catch him until he does it again. This... This... I know it's crazy and I will not sit around and wait for him to rob somebody else's innocence!
CHRISTINE: Going to talk to Carrie's father?
MARY BETH: Yeah. You go ahead and take the car. I'm gonna get a cab.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, there is a restraining order.
MARY BETH: Never stopped Christine Cagney.
CHRISTINE: Do you wanna ride?
MARY BETH: No, I'll go by myself. There's no reason for the both of us to defy the court order.
CHRISTINE: Why, what is the worst thing that could happen? Jail. I've been there.
[Detectives' Squad room]
PETRIE: Yes sir.
SAMUELS: I can't find that civilian complaint form anywhere on my desk.
PETRIE: Oh, I tore it up.
SAMUELS: Oh, you're not gonna file it?
SAMUELS: Well, can I ask you why?
PETRIE: Well, with all due respect, Lieutenant, it's none of your business.
SAMUELS: OK. You're right, it's not. ...You know, Petrie, my grandfather tells a story about the Old Country. He and my grandmother were on a train somewhere between Minsk...
PETRIE: Is this the one about the Cossacks?
SAMUELS: Oh, I told you that one already? (Petrie nods vigorously) With the helmet filled with sour cream?
PETRIE: Yes sir. A very nice story, sir.
SAMUELS: Yes, so you'll give it some thought?
COLEMAN: (coming in) Lieutenant, telephone call for you on three. ...The lady named Roxanne.
(there is an outbreak of catcalling and whistling. Samuels retreats to his office)
SAMUELS: What's wrong with you guys? Never seen a guy get a phone call before!
SAMUELS: (into phone) Hello Roxanne. ...What? ...In the back of the cab? ...Oh, you know, they turn in everything at the change of the shift. So all you've gotta do... ...I'll tell you what, I'll call over there and see if they've got it. ...No, no, no, it's OK. ...Saturday? ...I'm free.
MITCHELL: I don't know what I have to do to get through to you people. I do have a restraining order.
MARY BETH: We understand that, but we wanna talk to you, sir.
MITCHELL: Have you ever been on the wrong side of the bars, Detective? I understand it's a fascinating experience. And I am ...not bluffing!
MARY BETH: I know you're not bluffing, sir. I know you can have us put in jail, and I'll tell you the truth, I wouldn't even be angry at ya.
MITCHELL: (Mary Beth stops him picking up the phone) Your hand, please.
MARY BETH: Mr. Mitchell, will you give us two minutes of your time, and then you can go ahead and make the phone call and get the restraining order enforced. OK?
MITCHELL: OK, OK, OK.
MARY BETH: I understand why you're doing what you're doing because I've got kids myself. You're doing what you think is best for your little girl and if you could, you'd wrap her up in cotton so nothing would ever hurt her, no matter what. But life isn't like that, sir. I mean, sometimes, no matter what we do, or what we wish, our kids get hurt anyway.
MITCHELL: Is there a point to this story? If so, would you please get to it.
CHRISTINE: The point is, Mr. Mitchell, Neil Traeger is a filthy, predatory animal that should be removed from society. However, in between his Mid-Terms he is out preying on small children. Children that are just as young and just as sweet and just as innocent as your Carrie. And it's in your power to keep this from happening. And I say if you don't exercise that power, you are responsible for every other child that he hurts.
MARY BETH: We already know of one other child that he molested, sir.
MITCHELL: Now, why can't that child testify? Because its parents won't let it. I'll bet.
MARY BETH: No sir, they wanna help us but the DA says the child is too young. His name is Michael. (showing Mitchell a photo) He's three years old.
MITCHELL: (shocked) He's three.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
(the duo, Mitchell and Carrie are waiting outside a courtroom)
RHONDA GALLEGOS: I'll be ready to start in just a few minutes. You all ready, Carrie.
CHRISTINE: (seeing Traeger and his defence attorney, Paul Zaybe, approach) Mary Beth.
ZAYBE: Hello, Jeremy.
MITCHELL: What the hell are you doing here?
ZAYBE: I represent Mr. Traeger. (to Traeger) You already know Jeremy Mitchell?
TRAEGER: Hi Carrie.
(Carrie flies into Mary Beth's arms. Mitchell grapples with Traeger)
CHRISTINE: Hey! Hey! Knock it off! ...Stop it!
ZAYBE: Assaulting a witness. Jeremy, old boy, you're slipping!
MITCHELL: Just get him out of here.
RHONDA GALLEGOS: (to Zaybe) Mr. Zaybe, will you please get your client out of here?
ZAYBE: Miss. Gallegos, I'm under the impression this is still a public hallway. And we're not breaking any laws.
RHONDA GALLEGOS: You're intimidating a witness.
ZAYBE: Are we? Neil, come on, let's go sit down over here.
COURT USHER: Miss. Gallegos, we're ready to start.
RHONDA GALLEGOS: Thank you. ...OK, Carrie. Now you just remember everything we said. You can do it.
CARRIE: (looking across at Traeger) No!
RHONDA GALLEGOS: Carrie, are you afraid of Mr. Traeger still? ...Carrie, he can't hurt you anymore. He can't hurt you.
CARRIE: I don't want to.
MITCHELL: It's all right, sweetheart, daddy'll take you home now.
RHONDA GALLEGOS: Mr. Mitchell!
MITCHELL: I'm taking her home!
MARY BETH: (following after Mitchell) I'll be back. ...Mr. Mitchell! Mr, Mitchell, if you take her out of here, he wins. Don't you get that?
(Zaybe says something to Traeger)
MARY BETH: (chasing after Mitchell) Can I just talk to you for a second?
CHRISTINE: Can Carrie talk to the judge?
RHONDA GALLEGOS: I don't think he'll allow that.
CHRISTINE: What about Mary Beth?
RHONDA GALLEGOS: Maybe. I'll see if the court will allow an investigating officer to assist me.
(Rhonda Gallegos goes off. Chris sits down and picks up Carrie's doll)
[Outside Criminal Court building]
(Mary Beth pursues Mitchell)
MARY BETH: Mr. Mitchell, would you please wait?
MITCHELL: There's nothing more to say. We're going home.
MARY BETH: No, I think it's a mistake, sir. I think it's bad if you stop in the middle.
MITCHELL: I don't care what you think, Detective.
MARY BETH: You're her father. Why don't you let her help to get rid of him. Don't let her carry it around like some secret for the rest of her life. She needs to talk about it.
MITCHELL: She doesn't have to talk to the Grand Jury! She talks to me, or she talks to a therapist.
MARY BETH: No sir. It's not the same thing. This way maybe she helps another little child. This way what she says makes a difference.
MITCHELL: Carrie, sweetheart, do you want to go into that courtroom or not? It's up to you. Whatever you decide, it's OK.
CARRIE: I'm scared.
MARY BETH: Oh, geeze. To tell you the truth, I get scared every time I go to court. I'll bet your father does too. But I'll tell you something that helps me not be scared, Carrie. I imagine I've got a friend sitting right in front of me and I look right into her eyes and I talk to my friend. And I forget about the people in the room and I talk to my friend. You can try that, maybe.
CARRIE: I can't imagine a friend.
RHONDA GALLEGOS: (running up) Mr. Mitchell! Detective Lacey, here, can assist the Grand Jury. The foreman has agreed.
MARY BETH: Carrie, do you understand what she's saying? (Carrie shakes her head) You don't have to imagine a friend, because you can talk to me in there. ...Can you talk to me?
MITCHELL: Are you sure about that? You don't have to.
(Traeger alerts Zaybe that they are returning)
MARY BETH: Hey, Carrie. Hey, honey, give me your hand. Now listen, you hang on to my hand. Just look at me. All right?
MITCHELL: It's gonna be all right, sweetheart.
CHRISTINE: (giving Carrie the doll and a smile) Good luck.
(Carrie smiles back)
MARY BETH: (to Carrie) OK?
(Mary Beth and Carrie walk towards the courtroom holding hands with the doll between them)