This is the only episode for which I saw an on-screen title
(Mary Beth, driving a yellow cab pulls up to pick up a tough male fare)
TOUGH: One way to Eighty-ninth. Go through the Park.
(Chris follows in the Squad car)
MARY BETH: A crumby day, huh?
(no reply. Mary Beth looks at him in the mirror)
TOUGH: You got a problem up there? Or do you just like the way my face looks?
MARY BETH: When you said the Park way, I wondered why you wanted to go the Central Park way. I say, do you mind if I cut across Central Park on Eighty-sixth?
TOUGH: I mean you walk in here and you sprinkle the place with powder and perfume and you think you're Queen of the Nile!
MARY BETH: Huh?
TOUGH: Yeah, yeah. You know what I'm talking about. And you're sitting on your throne and you're yelling out and you're swilling down liquor!.
MARY BETH: But, mister, I'm...
TOUGH: Yeah, you want some rough house!
(at that point the fare grabs and starts rattling the mesh screen behind Mary Beth. She bangs back on it with one of her elbows)
MARY BETH: You get back where you belong! Cut that out or I'll throw you out!
[Underground cab garage]
(Chris follows Mary Beth's cab back in. The duo gets out and they are laughing at what has happened)
CHRISTINE: I thought that was a pretty good imitation you did back in the cab. I can't believe you never saw "A Streetcar Named Desire".
MARY BETH: Harve used to do a pretty good imitation of Brando.
MARYY BETH: Yeah, standing around in his T-shirt in the garden. 'Mary Beth! Hey, Mary Beth!'
(a group of detectives, some posing as cab drivers is gathered round a Lieutenant, Donitz)
DONITZ: Ladies, we've been waiting for ya.
MARY BETH: I'm sorry, sir, I picked up a screwball on my last run.
CABBIE COP: Yeah, me too. Look, I got this drunk cowboy who offered me twenty bucks to drive him in reverse from Bryant Park to Penn Station. Barked all over the seats.
DONITZ: Save the anecdotes for later. OK, this is where we are. We got a tentative report from the medical examiner on the third murder. The preliminary fibre samples taken from the cab all belong to the driver. No help there yet.
MARY BETH: Lieutenant, what about the latents from one and two?
DONITZ: Do you know how many fingerprints on New York City cab, Detective? We're looking at weeks, if not months, before we can list the common prints. The MO on number three was identical to one and two. Driver found outside the cab. Killed by a single blow to the head. No evidence of robbery. So what we have here is a pathological killer who's going out there after cab drivers, and I want him off the streets.
CHRISTINE: Keep driving?
DONITZ: Keep driving. Eight o'clock tomorrow morning, get out on the streets. Any questions?
MARY BETH: No sir.
DONITZ: Let's go into the office and check the maps.
[Detectives' Squad room]
SAMUELS: You are a detective, Cagney.
CHRISTINE: Well, I feel like a decoy. We drive around in cabs all day just waiting for this guy to hit again. Why can't we let the Uniforms do it?
SAMUELS: The Uniforms are not trained in undercover investigation. You are. That's why you've got that gold shield in your pocket.
CHRISTINE: Lieutenant, there's ten thousand cabs in this city. We've got a hundred cops in them. That's a hundred-to-one odds.
SAMUELS: You got a better idea?
CHRISTINE: Yeah! We should be following up leads and forensics, checking psychiatric hospitals. That sort of thing.
SAMUELS: Yeah. OK.
CHRISTINE: I'm in the cab eight hours a day.
SAMUELS: Well, you never heard of overtime? ...Oh Cagney. All right, it's a lousy detail. OK? You've got my sympathy, but we're looking at a very ugly situation here. Already twenty percent of the cab drivers don't wanna go to work. If we don't get this guy soon, suddenly we're gonna have a city without cabbies. Now you find out a way of nailing this crud without driving a cab, you tell me about it. All right?!
(Samuels goes into his office)
ISBECKI: Taxi! You can never get a cab when you want it.
(Chris ignores him)
MARY BETH: Any luck?
CHRISTINE: Are you kidding? 'Cagney. It's a lousy detail and you've got my sympathy'. Right?
MARY BETH: Eight o'clock tomorrow morning.
CHRISTINE: Back to the cab. ...Well, join the police force and see the world. Huh?
MARY BETH: How does the guy get the driver out of his cab? I mean, has a New York City cab driver ever gotten out and opened the door for you?
CHRISTINE: Once. When mini-skirts were in.
MARY BETH: Maybe for an elderly person. ...Wheelchair? ...Nun, maybe.
CHRISTINE: Hardly a homicidal killer-type.
MARY BETH: How about somebody with groceries?
CHRISTINE: I got it! ...A nun ...with groceries.
MARY BETH: I think it's time to go home.
CHRISTINE: Me too. If I can just get a cab.
MARY BETH: Don't you think that Harve looks like a younger Marlon Brando though.
CHRISTINE: (shouting) 'Mary Beth! Hey, Mary Beth!'
MARY BETH: You know, maybe thinner.
(Michael is cleaning his teeth in the bathroom)
HARVEY: You are a sitting duck out there.
MARY BETH: Harve, Chris is right in the back of me in a backup car.
HARVEY: This guy has already killed three times and what is Chris gonna do, if this guy decides to kill you? Honk the horn?
MARY BETH: Harve, the man's MO...
HARVEY: Don't give me that MO business! You are bait for a killer, plain and simple!
MARY BETH: Well, it happens to be my job!
HARVEY: Your job is to protect people! Not to drive around in a taxicab waiting for somebody to kill ya! It's dangerous...
(Michael can hear from the bathroom as the row continues)
HARVEY: I'm gonna tell you something. I don't wanna be there when they shake my hand and tell me about the ultimate sacrifice Detective Lacey made for the people of New York! And neither does Harvey Jr. and neither does Michael!!
MARY BETH: Well, don't tell 'em! You don't need to!
(the Squad car driven by Mary Beth follows a yellow cab driven by Chris)
(Chris has a middle-aged woman in a yellow dress as a fare)
MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN: ...but I think that he's losing interest in me. (adjusting her dress) This is a bit lacy. ...Well, after all, we've been married for twenty-three years. I suppose that's really to be expected. ...Of course, he's playing around with a bit-on-the-side. ...What do you think?
CHRISTINE: I wouldn't know. Well, this is it. Twenty-third and Seventh.
(she drops off the fare. The duo is in contact by mike/walkie-talkie)
[Yellow cab/Squad car]
CHRISTINE: Hey, Mary Beth!
MARY BETH: Knock it off, will ya, Christine. Do you wanna take a break for lunch?
CHRISTINE: No. I've got a better idea. Follow me.
MARY BETH: Yes ma'am.
(the sign on the roof of the cab goes to OFF DUTY)
(the forensic scientist, Max Buckley, is on the phone)
BUCKLEY: (into phone) Box the two, the six and the nine, for a twenty dollar exacta on the fourth race And a hun... (he acknowledges the duo) ...and a hundred dollars to win on the two. ...Yeah. That's it!
(he rings off)
BUCKLEY: (picking up a mallet to break open a nut on the lab bench) Wanna a nut?
MARY BETH: No thank you. Why do you waste your money betting on horses? Nobody's lucky enough to win.
BUCKLEY: Luck has nothing to do with it. I'm a scientist. I study the racing form like I study a stiff. Methodically. Somewhere in there every day there's a clue to the winner. (to Chris) Wanna nut?
MARY BETH: What have you got for us today?
BUCKLEY: I found a fibre. Fibres occasionally lead to information. But I should tell ya, we're talking a long shot here. (as he looks into a microscope) Don't hold your breath.
CHRISTINE: What have you got that will lead us to the killer?
BUCKLEY: (handing them some photos) The position of the body tells us in every case that the driver was bending over and turning away. The depth of the wound indicates a strong man. At least two hundred pounds. The angle of entry suggests tall. I'd say at least six-one, six-two, six-five.
CHRISTINE: What kind of weapon?
BUCKLEY: The wound is deep and long. Sort of like an ice pick, but with more weight behind it.
MARY BETH: Have you got a hunch what it is?
BUCKLEY: I don't play hunches. Not a the track and not here. I make educated guesses. Usually correct, based on the scientific information. This is some kind of specialised tool.
CHRISTINE: You tell us what to look for. We'll find it.
BUCKLEY: Well, imagine a hammer about ten or twelve inches long. But a thin, pointed tip...
[The boys' bedroom]
MICHAEL: (wakes up shouting) No, don't do it! Please! Mummy! ...Mummy! ...Mummy, Mummy!
MARY BETH: Oh, what's the matter?
MICHAEL: Stop hitting! Stop hitting her.
MARY BETH: No, baby. Do you want me to warm up some milk, huh?
MICHAEL: No, please. He hit you.
MARY BETH: (turning on the light) No, sweetheart. Mummy's right here. Look at me.
MICHAEL: I saw it.
(Mary Beth shushes him so they don't wake Harvey Jr.)
MARY BETH: You had a pretty nasty dream. Huh?
MARY BETH: Well, what do you say? I'll read you that book about the boy that built the tree-house. Huh? You used to love that one.
MICHAEL: I'm too old for stories.
MARY BETH: Oh, I don't know. Sometimes when I've had a bad day I get your daddy to read to me.
MICHAEL: Don't go to work tomorrow!
MARY BETH: Huh?
MICHAEL: I heard you fighting about the taxi driving last night. Daddy said it's like being a sitting duck.
MARY BETH: Oh, baby, it's... It's not really dangerous. You know, I've got a backup car. Got a radio.
MICHAEL: Why don't you ask Mr. Samuels to do something else? Like maybe you could answer the phones.
MARY BETH: Well, Michael, you know that Lieutenant Samuels gives me my orders. Right? So he would never order me to do anything really dangerous.
MICHAEL: Yes he would! You could get killed. I know it!
MARY BETH: No I'm not. No I'm not, Michael.
MICHAEL: Please don't go out in the cab again. Please!
MARY BETH: OK, Michael, I won't. OK? I'll ask Lieutenant Samuels to give me something else to do.
MICHAEL: You promise?
MARY BETH: Mm hm.
MICHAEL: Cross your heart?
MARY BETH: (doing it) Cross my heart. Give me a hug. ...Is that better?
MARY BETH: I've never lied to him before.
CHRISTINE: Well, it wasn't a total lie. You promised him that you would ask Samuels. Samuels is gonna say 'No'. So you asked.
MARY BETH: Harve and I don't lie to the kids. It's something we that said we'd never do.
CHRISTINE: Well, it'll work itself out. Listen, I went to the library last night. Did some research on the murder weapon. (getting a sheet of paper out her pocket) There are very few occupations that use a tool like Max described.
MARY BETH: We even levelled about Santa Claus.
CHRISTINE: Here, I made a list. read that. Archaeology. Brick laying. Geologists. Gold prospectors. Well, I suppose we can forget the gold prospectors. (sitting down to put on her trainers) These pants are cutting me in half. So, what do you think? Are we gonna hit a couple of hardware stores?
MARY BETH: (throwing the sheet of paper down beside Chris) You're not listening to me.
CHRISTINE: I heard every word that you said. You and Harvey promised that you would never lie to him. You'd levelled with him about Santa Claus.
MARY BETH: OK. You heard, but you're not listening.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, he had a bad dream. ...A nightmare. So, you made up a little story to help him to go back to sleep. What's so wrong about that?
MARY BETH: I have to make him understand about the work.
CHRISTINE: How do you make a nine-year old understand the work that we do? Kids don't have the perspective.
MARY BETH: What are you! Dr. Spock all of a sudden.
CHRISTINE: Hey. You wanna make yourself miserable? So be miserable. For my money, I think you're a terrific mother. If you're not doing the job.... So, all right, we've gotta hit the cab. (making a throat-cutting gesture) Samuels, you know?
(Chris goes out)
MARY BETH: Terrific mother.
[Precinct front desk office]
(Petrie and Isbecki escort in a man with a white-painted face, black lips, top hat and clown-like costume)
ISBECKI: Come on, gorgeous, time to get your fingertips printed.
PETRIE: Arnie, I think you've outdone yourself this time with this number.
ARNIE: I'm a mime.
ISBECKI: You're a face painter. You're a lousy face painter.
ARNIE: (stepping away) Watch this. ...Man in a box.
(he marches in all four directions, each time hitting an imaginary wall with his upraised palms)
ISBECKI: What do you think, Marcus?
PETRIE: (coming and grabbing Arnie) I think his future isn't picking pockets!
ARNIE: You're a Philistine, Petrie. You've got no sense of the absurd. You're completely overlooking the existential statement inherent in the man of the box. Now, listen Marcus, we're trapped...
PETRIE: Arnie! Please. (turning to the Desk Sergeant) Sergeant, have you got a print pad?
(Arnie pretends to juggle and backs towards the door. Samuels comes in with the duo)
SAMUELS: You're supposed to be driving a cab not studying archaeology.
MARY BETH: We're on our way out, sir.
CHRISTINE: How ya doing, Arnie. Uppie-uppies.
(he throws each of the duo an imaginary ball which they catch)
SAMUELS: (shouting after the duo) Hey, eight hours in the cab means eight hours in the cab!
(Arnie starts to peel an imaginary banana in front of Samuels)
SAMUELS: (to Petrie and Isbecki) What's this clown doing in here again.
ARNIE: Miming. Watch this, Lieutenant. Eucalyptus tree in the wind.
SAMUELS: (as Arnie mimes) A mime is not supposed to talk.
PETRIE: (dragging Arnie off) Arnie!
BUCKLEY: (holding a geology pick up against an x-ray of the wound) It's the real baby. It's the right angle. Where did you find it?
CHRISTINE: In a hardware store. We hit a bunch of them this morning.
MARY BETH: What's the chances that's the type of weapon
BUCKLEY: Two to one. (yelling at a portable radio) Get off the rail, you bum! God, I wanna kill that jock!
CHRISTINE: (Chris pointing to the ice pick) Hey, is this the right weight?
BUCKLEY: Oh! (putting the ice pick on some scales) Twenty-one, twenty-two ounces. In the ballpark. Think rocks, and you're on the right track.
BUCKLEY: (giving her the ice pick back) Three to two. (pointing back to the radio) Can you beat that! All the partners stuck like a pea soup. (picking up the phone) Lost the whole lot this time.
CHRISTINE: Max! Have you got that report on the fibres?
BUCKLEY: Check with Connor on the first floor. It may have come in this morning.
MARY BETH: (as Chris rushes off) Thank you, Max.
BUCKLEY: (into phone) Bernie, I wanna get down on this second. What's Dolly going at?
(the Squad car driven by Mary Beth is stuck in a traffic jam because of road works behind a yellow cab driven by Chris. The duo is in contact by mike/walkie-talkie)
[Yellow cab/Squad car]
CHRISTINE: (reading from the FIBER REPORT) 'Out of the one thousand six hundred and forty-six discreet fibres found in the three different vehicles we are able to establish positive matching on eleven fibres. Eight should be disregarded forensically due to generality in the sample, e.g. polyester'...
MARY BETH: Get to the point, will ya, Chris?
CHRISTINE: (over the increasing blare of car horns) 'Of the three remaining fabrics in the sample, two are outside normal testing limits for admissible evidence, leaving a pure wool, guide number three-three-four-six blue, commonly found in US Navy issue sea-coats, commonly known as pea jackets'. Did you hear that Mary Beth? 'Pea jackets'. We've got something.
MARY BETH: Yeah. If we don't move the cab we've got a riot on our hands.
ROADWORKER: Let's go. Go, babe!
CHRISTINE: Who else do we know, besides you, who wears a pea jacket?
MARY BETH: Oh, thanks a lot for taking that attitude! We've got a serious wound job. We've got a pea jacket. We've got a geology tool that belongs to a geology student.
CHRISTINE: It's better than riding around as decoys.
MARY BETH: That's our orders. You realise that this is not the only college in the City of New York with a geology department?
CHRISTINE: Then we'll go to NYU. We'll go to Hunter College. We'll go to City College. We'll make a nice list.
MARY BETH: Now what if it's a sailor that bites rocks?
CHRISTINE: Then we'll go to the USO. We'll go to the Seamen's Institute. We'll go to bars on the high street.
MARY BETH: How do we get out of the cab to pursue it?
CHRISTINE: I don't know! Mary Beth, it is called 'police work'. All right? We run down leads. Nineteen out of twenty of them don't even take off. It's the only way that I know how to do it. So, just let's do it. OK?!
MARY BETH: One hour and fourteen minutes before we get off the cabs. Then I can quit feeling guilty and you can quit telling me how to do my job.
CHRISTINE: Right! One hour. And it's called rush hour right now. You wanna sit bumper to bumper on Third Avenue, because I don't. So come on! ...If you want... Do you want go with me?
MARY BETH: I'm doing this for Michael, not for you.
MARY BETH: (as they walk past groups of young people) Geology students.
MICHAEL: I don't understand this stuff called percents. (to Harvey Jr.) Will you help me?
HARVEY JR.: That's easy. Percents are like ratios. Like a part out of one hundred. See? Four percent means just means four out of a hundred.
So like a sales tax of eight percent means you pay eight cents for each dollar.
MICHAEL: I can't see it out of a hundred.
HARVEY JR.: Don't be dense. That was just a for-instance.
MICHAEL: Don't call me 'dense'.
HARVEY JR.: I'm trying to help you with your homework.
MICHAEL: Oh, forget it. Mom'll help me.
HARVEY JR.: Do you want a milk shake and some cookies?
MICHAEL: No. ...What time's she coming home?
HARVEY JR.: I don't know.
(Michael goes to look at the TV)
ANCHORPERSON: (on TV) ...a cab driver was found murdered in Manhattan. Don Felix, aged forty-seven, from The Bronx was found bludgeoned to death beside his cab under the West Side Highway. This marks the third in what the police believe to be a related series of brutal slayings that have terrorised the city's taxi drivers. Felix, the father of three, had forty-one dollars on him at that time. The money was not taken. We have an exclusive interview for you today with Don Felix' widow and for that interview we go to Sandy Taylor on the scene in The Bronx. Sandy.
(Harvey Jr. switches channels on the TV)
MICHAEL: Hey, what you doing?! I'm calling mum to find out what time she's coming home.
HARVEY JR.: You're not supposed to call her at work unless it's important.
(Michael goes to the phone and dials)
[Detectives' Squad room/Laceys' lounge]
LA GUARDIA: La Guardia, Fourteenth Squad.
MICHAEL: Is Detective Lacey there?
LA GUARDIA: Harvey Jr.?
MICHAEL: No, Michael. Is my mother there?
LA GUARDIA: This is Detective La Guardia, Michael. Is anything the matter?
MICHAEL: No, I just wanted to talk to her.
LA GUARDIA: Well, she's not here at the moment.
MICHAEL: I thought she was supposed to be at the station answering phones.
LA GUARDIA: I beg your pardon.
MICHAEL: Never mind.
LA GUARDIA: Now, listen, Michael, I can get her on the car radio. Now hold on, just a moment. (to the Squad room) Anybody know Lacey's cab radio contact number?
(Michael, hearing that, hangs up)
LA GUARDIA: Michael? ...Michael, are you still there?! ...Michael?
[College registry office]
MARY BETH: The lady at Hunter was certainly testy.
CHRISTINE: It's not privileged information. I can always subpoena it.
MARY BETH: Chris, do you know how long that takes?
CHRISTINE: I know, Mary Beth. But the people in these registry offices don't.
MARY BETH: Well, how do you figure we gonna get computer time for this?
CHRISTINE: Halperin owes me a favour. I've got her two tickets for a sold-out Vivaldi concert at Lincoln Center.
MARY BETH: Oh, opera.
CHRISTINE: Chamber music. The cellist is Joel Krosnick.
RECORDS CLERK: Here they are. Now, what exactly do you intend to do with this information?
MARY BETH: This is an ongoing criminal investigation, ma'am. We want copies of the names, addresses, dates of birth.
CHRISTINE: We wanna run it against the criminal record program.
RECORDS CLERK: I don't think anybody in this department is a criminal. Do you?
MARY BETH: We certainly hope not, ma'am.
CHRISTINE: Do you have a copying machine nearby?
RECORDS CLERK: Yes, down the hall, in two-oh-two.
CHRISTINE: Oh, terrific. I'll bring these right back. Thank you.
MARY BETH: (to the records clerk) Five minutes.
[Police Headquarters escalators]
(Ruth Halperin is looking at a computer printout as they ascend the escalators)
RUTH HALPERIN: Three possibles. Two with misdemeanours. One of the two misdemeanours also has with a class E felony.
MARY BETH: What's the felony?
RUTH HALPERIN: Marijuana.
MARY BETH: What about the third one?
RUTH HALPERIN: I always leave the best to last.
CHRISTINE: Forget the sense of the dramatic. Give me the printout!
RUTH HALPERIN: I'll tell you. Don't be so impatient. 'Mitchell Cavanaugh. Aged twenty-eight. First arrest. nineteen seventy-nine, assault. Nineteen eighty, assault with attempt to do bodily harm. Remanded to the psychiatric hospital at Spring Valley, New York for observation. Nineteen eighty-two, possession of explosives. Re-evaluated Spring Valley and released. Nineteen eighty-three, June, manslaughter two, extenuating circumstances. Plea-bargained into three years probation and psychiatric treatment as an outpatient of Bellevue'. Nice guy to have running around at large, huh?
CHRISTINE: (taking the printout) You got an address?
RUTH HALPERIN: Yes, all there, including blood type and religious persuasion, should you be interested.
CHRISTINE: Oh, thanks Ruth. We've gotta run. Enjoy the Vivaldi.
RUTH HALPERIN: It's Schubert. The Trout Quintet.
MARY BETH: We've gotta be back at the garage in forty-eight minutes.
CHRISTINE: Yeah. Well, what if we bring Cavanaugh in? Then we're out of those damn cabs.
MARY BETH: We've got to prove it, Christine. It might not be him.
CHRISTINE: Six-thirty-four, Avenue B. We can make it if we move. (shouts at the lift doors) Come on, we wanna get out of here!
[Apartment entrance hall/staircase/corridor]
CHRISTINE: Number four.
MARY BETH: I don't think we've gotta case here, Christine.
CHRISTINE: I wanna question him. Find out about his whereabouts for the dates and the times of the three murders. Look for a geologist's pick and pea coat.
MARY BETH: You cannot arrest him for owning a pea coat.
(Chris knocks at apartment four. The door opens)
CHRISTINE: Detectives Cagney, Lacey, NYPD. Mitchell Cavanaugh?
CAVANAUGH: Yeah, that's right.
CHRISTINE: We'd like to ask you some questions.
CAVANAUGH: About what?
MARY BETH: Could we come in, Mr. Cavanaugh?
CAVANAUGH: You got a warrant?
CHRISTINE: No, but we can get one.
CAVANAUGH: Then get one.
(he slams the door)
MARY BETH: What do we do?
CHRISTINE: We get one.
[Samuels' office/Underground cab garage]
SAMUELS: You want a search warrant.
CHRISTINE: That's what I want. Six-thirty-four, Avenue B, apartment four, Mitchell Cavanaugh.
SAMUELS: What have you got?
CHRISTINE: Well, we ran down a geology student who has a history of violent crimes. I wanna get back there and get something substantial.
SAMUELS: That's pretty weak, Cagney.
CHRISTINE: I know that, Lieutenant, but I've just got a gut feeling on this one.
SAMUELS: The suspect won't cooperate?
SAMUELS: You're thinking of law students. Right?
CHRISTINE: Geology students!
SAMUELS: Oh, rocks! Right! Right. You two leave no stone unturned, huh?
CHRISTINE: Excuse me?
SAMUELS: It's a little wit, Cagney. Geology. Stone. Get it!
CHRISTINE: Got it. Lieutenant.
SAMUELS: OK. OK. I'll call the DA's Office and see if there's someone there who knows a judge who owes us one?.
CHRISTINE: Oh, thank you. How fast can you get it?
SAMUELS: Tomorrow, if you're lucky. Are you in a cab?
CHRISTINE: We're checking one out of the garage right now. We're gonna be on the noon-to-eight shift.
SAMUELS: OK. You just keep driving.
CHRISTINE: Yes sir.
[Detectives' Squad room]
LA GUARDIA: Yo.
SAMUELS: Do you know someone in the DA's Office that's got a favour coming to 'em?
LA GUARDIA: A warrant?
SAMUELS: Mm hm. A long shot.
LA GUARDIA: Try Ted Dickinson. He lost a murder one last week on excluded evidence. I think the judge was Rauschenberg.
(just then Petrie and Isbecki escort in Arnie, dressed as a Catholic priest)
SAMUELS: Hey, what is it with this guy? Is he living here or something?
PETRIE: They keep releasing him on his own recognisance, Lieutenant.
ARNIE: (making the cross to Samuels) Domino in spiritus sanctus.
(Samuels turns away)
LA GUARDIA: I like it. I like it (pointing to the urn that Arnie is carrying) but not enough to kiss it.
ISBECKI: (as Arnie waves the urn about) Take five. It's bad enough, Arnie. This ain't St. Patrick's Cathedral.
PETRIE: It's a bit tacky, isn't it?
ARNIE: Pride goeth before the fall, Isbecki.
ISBECKI: No kidding. How much did you get this time?
PETRIE: Six wallets and a gold rosary.
ISBECKI: Not bad. Not bad, Arnie. I think we may be able to bump you up to grand larceny.
ARNIE: The meek shall inherit the Earth. Just remember that.
ISBECKI: I'll keep that in mind.
PETRIE: You still live with your mother in Flushing?
ARNIE: Mea culpa. Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa.
(the Squad car driven by Chris. Mary Beth is in the cab. The duo is in contact by mike/walkie-talkie)
[Squad car/Yellow cab]
POLICE RADIO: Control to car eleven.
CHRISTINE: (into radio) This is car eleven.
POLICE RADIO: I have a message for Detective Lacey. Contact the precinct.
CHRISTINE: (into radio) Copy that. Ten-four. (to herself) Contact the precinct.
[Phone booth on a Manhattan street]
MARY BETH: (into phone) Have you tried Freddie Stoble's home?. ...Well what about the schoolyard? ...OK, it's not yet seven, Harve, so calm down I'll be there as soon as I can. ...Yeah.
CHRISTINE: What happened?
MARY BETH: Michael didn't come home from school. (going off) Oh, call the garage.
CHRISTINE: Yes. (as Mary Beth rushes off) Give me the keys!
HARVEY: He was supposed to be home by four. We were gonna buy his sneakers.
MARY BETH: (to Harvey Jr.) Have you tried Judy Gabler?
HARVEY JR.: She's a girl. He wouldn't be there.
MARY BETH: They work together on a science project.
HARVEY: What's the number?
MARY BETH: Er, five-five-five, nine-...
HARVEY: Nine what?
MARY BETH: Nine-six-five-eight.
HARVEY: Do you know how many kids are abducted on the streets of New York every day?
MARY BETH: We get calls like this all the time. Nine times out of ten (to Harvey Jr.) you know, they show up within an hour of the call to the precinct.
HARVEY: (into phone) Hello, Mrs. Gabler. ...This is Harvey Lacey, Michael Lacey's father. ...Yes ma'am. Is my son at your house by any chance? ...I see. ...No, there's nothing wrong. We're just waiting supper on him. Thank you. (he rings off) Who else?
MARY BETH: (to Harvey Jr.) Honey, do you know any place else that he might be?
HARVEY JR.: I have already told dad to try the video arcade, the movies...
HARVEY: Grabbing Mary Beth's personal telephone book) I'm gonna call every kid in this...
MARY BETH: Harvey! There are forty-two kids in his class! Now, I don't have all their numbers. Look, it's only eight o'clock...
HARVEY: What about the local precinct?
MARY BETH: I tried them before. They went down to his school. That was the last place he was seen and that is the best that they can do.
HARVEY: Thank God for the police.
MARY BETH: Honey! Harve! Why don't we all have something to eat?
HARVEY: I'm going back out in the car.
MARY BETH: (to Harvey Jr.) Want something to eat?
HARVEY JR.: No.
(Michael exits up stairs from a subway station on the Queens/Manhattan line to street level and walks past vagrants and bars)
(Chris is in her nightclothes. There is a knock at the door)
CHRISTINE: Who is it?
MICHAEL [OC]: Michael Lacey.
CHRISTINE: (opening the door) Michael!
CHRISTINE: You OK? ...Wanna come in?
MICHAEL: You sure live in a funny place. Looks like a backroom from the street.
CHRISTINE: Do your parents know you're here?
MICHAEL: Uh, uh.
(Chris picks up the phone)
MICHAEL: What is it? Who are you calling?
CHRISTINE: Calling your parents.
MICHAEL: Don't, please.
CHRISTINE: Michael, ...I've got to.
MICHAEL: They'll come and get me!
CHRISTINE: They must be very worried about you. Huh? (looking at her watch) I'll tell you what. Why don't I call them and tell them that you're here and you're OK? And ask 'em if you can stay to ...ten o'clock. Is that a good deal?
MICHAEL: I guess so.
CHRISTINE: How did you get here?
MICHAEL: I took the bus to Kew Gardens. The train to Fifty-third. I took the IAT downtown and then I walked. There was a man throwing up in the subway.
CHRISTINE: (into phone) Er, Harvey, it's Chris.
(later Chris is looking in the fridge)
CHRISTINE: I haven't got much. I usually eat out. Do you like veal pâté?
MICHAEL: What's that?
CHRISTINE: Well, it's kind of like meatloaf.
MICHAEL: (inspecting it) That's OK. I'm not very hungry. (pointing to a film poster) Who's that guy in the big shirt?
CHRISTINE: That's James Cagney, the actor.
MICHAEL: Is he in your family?
CHRISTINE: No. We just have the same last name. ...So, what do you think of the Jets? ...(sitting beside Michael on a breakfast bar stool) I mean, do you still think they can get their act together this year or not?
MICHAEL: Where do you keep your gun?
CHRISTINE: I keep it hidden.
MICHAEL: Do you ever shoot it?
CHRISTINE: I've fired it.
MICHAEL: How many people have you killed?
CHRISTINE: I've never killed anybody.
MICHAEL: How come?
CHRISTINE: Some cops can go their whole career and they never shoot anybody.
MICHAEL: Did my mum ever shoot anybody?
CHRISTINE: I think that's something you ought to ask her.
MICHAEL: She won't tell me the truth.
CHRISTINE: Michael, is that why you're here?
MICHAEL: She said she wouldn't drive the cabs anymore and I found out she did.
CHRISTINE: Well, she's the one that's got to worry about it.
MICHAEL: I heard they're trying to catch a man. I heard about him on the TV. He killed three people!
CHRISTINE: And we're gonna get him!
MICHAEL: Oh yeah.
CHRISTINE: We are!! Huh? We've got a lead on him. We think we know who he is?
MICHAEL: So why don't you arrest him?
CHRISTINE: It's not that simple. We need a warrant. We need evidence.
MICHAEL: He uses an ice pick?
CHRISTINE: He uses a geology pick.
MICHAEL: Aren't you scared?
CHRISTINE: Yeah. ...I'm scared sometimes.
MICHAEL: You're pretty. You don't have to be cop. You could be a movie star.
CHRISTINE: I like being a cop. ..Ha. Thank you, though.
(driving in Manhattan)
MARY BETH: I can't understand how come he went to Christine.
HARVEY: Does it matter. I'm just glad she was home.
CHRISTINE: He doesn't know how to talk to Chris.
HARVEY: How do you know?
MARY BETH: I know.
HARVEY: What is this? You jealous all of a sudden because your son can talk to someone else?
MARY BETH: That is not true!
HARVEY: Hey, Mary Beth! Look, I asked you not to drive the cab. Mikey asked you not to drive the cab. You went on driving it!
MARY BETH: I am not going to argue with you on this, Harve.
HARVEY: Good, good, I'm a big person. I can understand something! Mikey is nine years old. You've gotta make him understand what you're doing out there.
MARY BETH: What do you want him to tell him, Harve? Do you want me to tell him about babies with a knife in their belly. Or how about dead junkies with a needle still hanging out of their arm. Or a hooker beat half to death because her kids... She hasn't brought in enough money. How do you want me to tell our kid about that, huh?! ...Huh?!
(Harvey puts his arm around her)
(Michael is asleep on the settee. Chris lets in Mary Beth and Harvey)
MARY BETH: Where is he?
HARVEY: Hi ya, Chris. ...Hey, out like a light, you bum.
CHRISTINE: He was really wiped out. One bus, two subways and a six-block walk.
(Mary Beth laughs)
HARVEY: Well, we'd better get the guy home. (picking Michael up) Right, let's go.
CHRISTINE: Listen, keep the quilt. Mary Beth can bring it in in the morning.
HARVEY: Thank you very much, Chris.
CHRISTINE: You're welcome.
MARY BETH: Harve, why don't you go ahead and get the elevator? I'll be one minute.
HARVEY: A minute.
MARY BETH: What did you tell him?
CHRISTINE: Nothing he didn't already know. He heard La Guardia on the phone trying to get the cab radio call number. ...He's a terrific kid.
MARY BETH: Yeah, he really is.
CHRISTINE: He's scared.
MARY BETH: Yes.
CHRISTINE: About the cabs.
MARY BETH: Yes.
CHRISTINE: Maybe you ought to talk to him. I don't know what. ...Hey, what do I know about kids?
MARY BETH: Did he eat anything?
(Chris shakes her head)
HARVEY: (coming back) Hey, Mary Beth.
CHRISTINE: Just like Brando!
MARY BETH: Yes. ...Oh, see you in the morning.
HARVEY: I've got him a glass of water.
MARY BETH: He woke up?
HARVEY: As soon as his head hit the pillow.
MARY BETH: Can I take it to him?
(Harvey gets himself a beer out of the fridge)
[The boys' bedroom]
(Michael finishes the glass of water)
MARY BETH: How's that?
MARY BETH: Michael, I love you very much. You know that, don't you sweetheart? And I'm er, I'm so glad you're safe. ...I did something wrong, Michael, I lied to you. And um, I'm sorry, I hope... I hope you will forgive me. I did it because ...I didn't want you to worry, and you ended up worrying anyway, so it turned out to be not such a hot idea, did it?
(Michael just stares at her)
MARY BETH: I'll tell you what. I learned something very important here, and from now on, if you want to know something, you ask me. I'll tell you the truth. Now if you don't understand it, then I'll try to explain it to you. OK? ...Shall we try it that way for a while to see if it helps us? ...What do you say?
(he continues to stare at her)
MARY BETH: (getting tearful) Oh, come on, Michael, don't do this to me. ...I mean if you don't give me hug pretty soon, I'm gonna cry.
(he is unmoved)
MARY BETH: Come on , sweetheart, we both need it. Give me a hug.
(he hugs her)
MARY BETH: Oh, that's my Michael. That's my beautiful boy. ...Give me a kiss. ...Give us a kiss.
SAMUELS: (into phone) You can have 'em back tomorrow, Captain. ...Bright and early. ...Yeah, you got my word on that. ...Thanks, I appreciate that.
(he rings off)
SAMUELS: (to Mary Beth) OK. I've got you sprung for today, but just today. If this thing goes nowhere, you're back in the cab.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
CHRISTINE: What about the warrant?
SAMUELS: Pick it up at Judge Rauschenberg's clerk's office at the Municipal Court building.
[Apartment entrance hall/staircase/corridor]
(Chris knocks on the door of apartment four. No reply. She knocks again. The door opens)
MARY BETH: Top of the morning, Mr. Cavanaugh.
CAVANAUGH: You two! You got a warrant?
CHRISTINE: Signed by Judge Rauschenberg. May we come in, please?
MARY BETH: Get in.
CAVANAUGH: Am I under arrest or something?
MARY BETH: Sit down and relax.
CHRISTINE: Not yet. So what do you think, Mary Beth?
MARY BETH: Six foot one. A hundred and ninety pounds. Fits our description.
CAVANAUGH: What are you looking for, huh? ...What are you looking for?!
CHRISTINE: (picking up a blue pea jacket and throwing it to Mary Beth) Number two.
CAVANAUGH: What do you mean, 'Number two'?
CHRISTINE: (going into the kitchen) Have you got a geology pick? ...Mr. Cavanaugh!
CAVANAUGH: Hey, you mind what you spray at me. I don't have to say a word.
CHRISTINE: (shouting from the kitchen) Sure. That's right. You don't. If you aren't under arrest, we can't ask you questions. If you choose not to answer, that's your business.
CAVANAUGH: I'm calling my lawyer.
CHRISTINE: Good idea.
(as Cavanaugh dials Chris opens a cupboard door which has a pick and other geological tools hanging on the inside of it)
CAVANAUGH: (into phone) Felix, please.
(Chris carefully takes the pick just under the head and shows Mary Beth)
MARY BETH: That's three. (to Cavanaugh) Put it down. Put the phone down.
CHRISTINE: (as she bags up the pick) Mr. Cavanaugh, you're now officially under arrest. Do you understand that? You have the right to remain silent. If you choose...
CHRISTINE: Please tell us you're whereabouts between two and three PM on Wednesday, September the twenty-sixth.
PARINCHINKO: My client has no memory of that day.
CHRISTINE: How about Monday, October the first, eleven AM?
CAVANAUGH: No memory.
CHRISTINE: The last one's only six days ago. ...Wednesday, October ninth?
PARINCHINKO: Don't answer.
MARY BETH: Mr. Parinchinko, why don't you play ball with us here? We're only gonna have o hold your client. Put him up in front of a Grand Jury.
PARINCHINKO: Hold him? What are you gonna hold him on? A pea jacket and a pick.
CHRISTINE: He fits the physical description.
PARINCHINKO: What physical description?
CHRISTINE: It was established forensically that the killer six feet, six one. A hundred and eighty, two hundred and twenty pounds. We're waiting now for the fibre tests and latent fingerprints.
PARINCHINKO: Those tests come up negative and you're facing a false arrest charge. I'm talking er, three, four hundred grand. ..Easy. ...And costs.
LA GUARDIA: (coming in) The Lieutenant wants to see you both in his office. Right away.
MARY BETH: (to Cavanaugh) Why don't see if you can remember something.
CHRISTINE: We'll be back!
CHRISTINE: I think he's our man, Lieutenant. His attorney won't let him open his mouth. He fits the physical...
SAMUELS: He's not your man.
MARY BETH: What, the fibre tests come in already?
CHRISTINE: What? He's got an alibi!
SAMUELS: He doesn't need an alibi. We got the killer a half hour ago. Caught him in the act. An undercover officer made the collar, Cagney. ...Do want to know what the MO was? How he got them out the cabs?
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
SAMUELS: A wheelchair. He used a wheelchair. (Mary Beth looks at Chris) Cabbie would pick the guy up. Put the wheelchair in the trunk. Then they'd go for a drive to some out-of-the-way place and then when the cabbie is getting the wheelchair out of the trunk, Starting to set it up... You've got the rest of it. Right?
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
CHRISTINE: The killer was wearing a pea coat?
SAMUELS: Why don't you read a copy of the report from the Twelfth? They made the collar. I'll tell you one thing. You got one thing right. Geology pick. They found one on him. That was good work.
MARY BETH: Thank you, sir.
SAMUELS: Come on! What you looking like a pair of drowned puppies for? The guy's nailed. You two got the lead on the murder weapon.
The killer's off the streets, huh? ...And... you don't have to drive a cab anymore.
MARY BETH: Thank you, sir.
(as they leave)
MARY BETH: Wheelchair. I said 'wheelchair'. Didn't I say 'wheelchair' on Tuesday?
[Detectives' Squad room]
CHRISTINE: Victor! ...Hi. Will you do me a favour?
CHRISTINE: Well, there's this man over in the interrogation room. Mr. Cavanaugh, ...and his attorney, Mr. Parinchinko. And I was wondering if you just tell them that they're free to go now. ...For me?
ISBECKI: Sure. How you going with the cabs?
CHRISTINE: I got promoted. Thanks, Victor.
MARY BETH: When you think about it, Chris, it's good news. ..Michael Lacey, for one, will be delighted.
CHRISTINE: How is the truant?
MARY BETH: You know, you're better with kids than you think you are.
CHRISTINE: Thank you.
MARY BETH: Thank you. It's hard to believe, huh? With the pick and the pea coat, physical description, no alibi. It's hard to believe.
CHRISTINE: I'd like to get that guy on something. I'd like to get his lawyer on something. ...False arrest suit! ...Did you check the suit on him? Twenty-nine bucks!
MARY BETH: (laughing) Hand me that pending file, will ya?
CHRISTINE: Take your pick!
MARY BETH: OK. Now we've got a burglary, a grand larceny auto. We've got a bar armed robbery.
CHRISTINE: No witnesses there. Twenty-eight people were inside that bar and nobody sees anything.
MARY BETH: How about a class B immigrant.
CHRISTINE: Transit Police.
MARY BETH: How about lunch?
CHRISTINE: That's a good idea! Let's go and do something outrageous.
MARY BETH: Bannermans!
[Precinct front desk office]
CHRISTINE: I've got this sudden urge for scampi.
MARY BETH: I have fifteen dollars.
CHRISTINE: My treat.
MARY BETH: Oh, wait. Listen, I've forgot the keys to the car.
CHRISTINE: We'll take a cab!
MARY BETH: I'll get the keys.