Thank God It's Monday
Original Airdate: December 3, 1984

[Manhattan]

RADIO: This is station WREQ on "Drivetime". The time is four forty-seven. People heading out towards Long Island are finding it very busy on the LIE. It's bumper to bumper. Speeds are ten miles an hour or less.

[Detectives' Squad room]

ISBECKI: Four forty-nine. Eleven minutes to go. Boy, what a week. Thank God it's Friday, eh Marcus?
PETRIE: To tell you the truth, Victor, I'm really not looking forward to this weekend. Claudia finally nailed me. We're painting the family room this weekend. All weekend.
ISBECKI: Can't you get out of it?
PETRIE: I've been getting out of it since Summer. I've run out of excuses.
ISBECKI: That's one of the problems about being married. Me, I go home, put a pizza in the microwave, grab a can of something and turn on the Knicks game. Tomorrow... Tomorrow, I work out in the morning, check out the cosmetic counter at Bloomingdale's on the way over. Then I pick up Bon Bon, I go for a sweet and sour pork at the Shanghai Gardens, then third row, centre at the Barry Manilow concert.
PETRIE: Sounds positively idyllic, Victor.
CHRISTINE: ... on the Connecticut River, near White River Junction.
MARY BETH: Oh, Vermont is supposed to be gorgeous this time of year.
CHRISTINE: I know. I hope it rains all weekend.
(Chris signs out)
MARY BETH: Sounds very nice, Christine.
CHRISTINE: Dory's been on a swing shift for two weeks. We've been like ships in the night. So, what are Harvey and you gonna do this weekend?
MARY BETH: Get a new bedroom set. There's a sale at Kramers, 23rd Street, if you wanna go. Forty percent off.
CHRISTINE: Oh yeah.
MARY BETH: Yeah. After fifteen years we're getting a new bed. And a dresser.
COLEMAN: DD5's?
MARY BETH: Oh, not yet, sir. First thing Tuesday morning.
CHRISTINE: Wednesday?
MARY BETH: Wednesday morning.
COLEMAN: You know the only one in this entire Squad whose paperwork is up to date. Detective Petrie.
CHRISTINE: Well, some people are disgustingly compulsive about their paperwork.
COLEMAN: The mark of a good detective is a neat file cabinet.
CHRISTINE: Let me guess. L S Lowery.
COLEMAN: Close. La Guardia. Detectives' Manual, fifty-seven edition. Have a nice weekend.
MARY BETH: Same to you.
(the duo pulls faces)

[Samuels' office]

SAMUELS: (into phone) Yes Inspector. ...I understand, Inspector, but it seems to me... ...Well, we do have extremely heavy caseloads. ...Yeah, I realise that is no excuse, but... ...Yes Inspector. ...Yes sir, I will see to it that it's taken care of.
(he rings off and looks at his watch)

[Detectives' Squad room]

(Mary Beth has just signed out)
SAMUELS: I have an announcement to make. You may remember we had a team from Inspections Division in here last week to inspect our files and our paperwork. I have just had their report read to me now over the phone by Deputy Inspector Knelman. And you will all be proud to learn ...that the Fourteenth has been given the worst evaluation in this area in the entire Department. Words that they saw fit use more than once. Dilatory. Hm? ...Dilatory. DD5's, a backlog. Precinct Books are missing. Expense vouchers are misfiled, and open-case files are not cross-referenced with the master file. ...Ah! I could go on. The Deputy Inspector went on. For twenty minutes! The only exception to this, for his exemplary performance singled out by the team, is Detective, Second-grade Marcus Petrie. His files and paperwork are complete, legible and up to date! So I have assured the Deputy Inspector that this situation will be rectified Monday morning.
ISBECKI: Oh! Ah!
MARY BETH: Monday sir?
SAMUELS: Monday morning! Petrie, have a nice weekend.
(the rest look aghast)
SAMUELS: All the rest of yous, tomorrow morning, you report here and you remain here until such time as all files are complete, correct, up to date and legible! ..Is that clear?
PETRIE: (pursuing Samuels as he returns to his office) Lieutenant, I really don't mind coming in and lending a hand.
SAMUELS: No. I don't want you here, Petrie. You set an example. You deserve to have the weekend off. Let that be a lesson to your fellow detectives.
ISBECKI: You'll do anything to get out of painting this weekend, won't you? (Petrie walks out) Well, there goes Bloomies and the gym.

[Chris's loft]

(Chris is in a dressing gown. Dory is cleaning his gun)
DORY: Are you sure you're gonna be out of there by twelve?
CHRISTINE: One o'clock at the latest. I hate paperwork. Mary Beth and I decided we're gonna get in there at eight o'clock sharp, put in a few hours work and then we'll still have our weekend.
DORY: Samuels really lowered the boom, huh?
CHRISTINE: Yes. ...Wanna a quickie?
DORY: You don't wanna be in a hurry for the finer things in life, Chris. We've got all weekend when we don't have to get out of bed.
CHRISTINE: (laying back) My kind of weekend.
DORY: Yeah. (kissing her) Mine too. I must be off.
CHRISTINE: OK, you lose! ...Dory, be careful.
DORY: Don't worry. The stakeout's so cold I'm planning on catching some sleep. ...I'll see ya babe!

[Laceys' bedroom]

HARVEY: (with a tape measure) Thirty-two inches.
MARY BETH: Thirty-two inches.
HARVEY: Right! Seventy-nine inches.
MARY BETH: Seventy-nine inches!
HARVEY: That's gonna be real tight.
MARY BETH: What do you say we hang onto the old stuff, Harve? I mean, after fifteen years you get attached.
HARVEY: Mary Beth, you've been talking about replacing this stuff for five years. We've finally found something we like on sale.
MARY BETH: I know, I...
HARVEY: What?
MARY BETH: We've got memories here.
HARVEY: Yeah, I know. I remember. I remember when we bought this, eighty-seven dollars for the bed. Hundred and seventeen for the dresser. (as they climb into bed) Seemed like a fortune.
MARY BETH: A king-size bed is very big, Harve.
HARVEY: So?
MARY BETH: So, I'm used having you close to me.
HARVEY: You don't have to use the whole bed. ...I can come visit.
MARY BETH: Yeah?!
HARVEY: Mm hm.
MARY BETH: Maybe.
HARVEY: I'm glad, because when we fight, I won't have to sleep on the living room couch.
MARY BETH: When did you ever sleep on the couch? Name one time you slept on the couch!
HARVEY: Three New Year's Eves ago.
MARY BETH: You were drunk.
HARVEY: I was not drunk!
MARY BETH: You were drunk.
HARVEY: I was happy!
MARY BETH: You were sick then!
HARVEY: I was not being sick!
MARY BETH: Then why were you leering at Vinnie's cousin?
HARVEY: Leering?
MARY BETH: Leering.
HARVEY: I was giving her an active.
MARY BETH: With your eyes half way down her dress!
HARVEY: Mary Beth, we've already had this fight.
MARY BETH: Yeah, we did! Who won?
HARVEY: I don't remember. I remember making up. What do you say we give this old bed a send off?
(Mary Beth begins to giggle. He turns the lights off)
MARY BETH: You were leering, Harve.
HARVEY: Let's face it, Mary Beth, they were hard to miss!

[Detectives' Squad room]

(a uniformed officer puts a pile of files on Cagney's desk)
CHRISTINE: Won't you stop! (opening a file) August eleventh, nineteen eighty-one. Grand theft auto case number one-six-three-nine-one-four D.
MARY BETH: One-six-three-nine-one-four D, August eleventh. ...Nothing.
CHRISTINE: What do mean 'Nothing'?
MARY BETH: Wait a minute! One-six-three-nine-one-four D, August fourteenth.
CHRISTINE: According to this case file we interviewed witnesses on the fourteenth.
MARY BETH: Well, what is it? The eleventh or the fourteenth.
CHRISTINE: There's a guy serving time. What do we do? Call Attica. I bet he won't remember it.
ISBECKI: How's it going?
CHRISTINE: It's going.
ISBECKI: (putting papers on Mary Beth's desk) Quite a nice way to spend Saturday, huh?
MARY BETH: We've got work here, OK, Victor?
ISBECKI: Well, who doesn't?
MARY BETH: August the fourteenth, we were interviewing witnesses.
CHRISTINE: All right, I'll change it here.
ISBECKI: (to Mary Beth) Hey, where's this mug shot from?
MARY BETH: I'll look. ...A bad-cheque artist. We brought him in ...Wednesday.
ISBECKI: Can I borrow this from you?
CHRISTINE: Just bring it back!
MARY BETH: So, what are we gonna do?
CHRISTINE: I'll fix it here.
MARY BETH: On the fourteenth?
CHRISTINE: Yes!
(while the duo continues, Isbecki is looking through papers on his desk. He compares the mug shot with a composit sketch in a file)
ISBECKI: (to Mary Beth) Same guy!
MARY BETH: Where did this come from?!
ISBECKI: It's a case Petrie caught before we were partners. He's been after the guy for years. He even carries a copy of the composit in the glove compartment in the car.
MARY BETH: Petrie's been after a guy for years on bad paper.
ISBECKI: It wasn't bad paper. It was a push-and-assault robbery in the Stuyvesant House.
CHRISTINE: Can I see the file?
ISBECKI: He beat the hell out of a woman for thirteen bucks. Put her in the hospital.
MARY BETH: We had this guy in here, Wednesday. Curt Brennan. Thought he was a bad paper fraud.
ISBECKI: Where is he now?
MARY BETH: Central Booking. Unless he was arraigned. Then he would be in Rikers.
CHRISTINE: What's the date today?
MARY BETH: Nineteenth. Who are you calling?
CHRISTINE: Central Booking. Special limitation on the felony expires ...midnight tonight!
(Petrie rushes off)
CHRISTINE: (into phone) Yeah, Detective Cagney, Fourteenth Squad. ...yeah, I'm calling about a Curt Brennan. ...We brought him in last week.
ISBECKI: (into phone) If we can get her to make a positive ID on the mug shot, we could file the assault before midnight. ...Marcus, if you wanna come in. ...Beats painting, huh?
CHRISTINE: (into phone) Are you sure? ...When?! ...Right. Give me the name. ...OK. Thank you.
MARY BETH: He's not there!
CHRISTINE: He was there until yesterday, four twenty PM. Someone bailed him out, five hundred dollar bond.
(later the duo comes in with Petrie)
PETRIE: She needed emergency surgery and we couldn't talk to her for forty-eight hours. By then her memory was pretty hazy. But we got the composit from her and two witnesses. It was worth it. I'll never forget that woman. She was a teacher at City College. ...Bright. ...Funny. ...Full of life.
MARY BETH: Brenner walks from the assault charge at midnight.
PETRIE: We can get him before then.
CHRISTINE: You got that right!
MARY BETH: I thought you were going to Vermont with Dory!
CHRISTINE: You don't wanna get him?!
MARY BETH: Guys, we have fourteen hours and thirty-seven minutes.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, We were holding this guy when we've got nothing on him but bad paper!
MARY BETH: What about those files?
CHRISTINE: So, trust me, Samuels is gonna understand, I know. This is a Statute of Limitation deadline.
MARY BETH: We should call him.
PETRIE: The call number he left for the weekend was starting with a Jersey area code.
ISBECKI: Roxanne?
PETRIE: I didn't ask, Victor.
CHRISTINE: Hey, we should be so lucky, guys. If we need a warrant or backup then we will call Samuels.
ISBECKI: You call him.
CHRISTINE: I will call him. Mary Beth and I will go through the bail bonds for Brenner's address.
PETRIE: Well, I'll try and see if I can get hold of the woman. We'll need her to make a positive ID.
ISBECKI: (to Petrie) The scene with Roxanne's heating up.
CHRISTINE: Who are you calling?
MARY BETH: Harve was gonna pick me up at noon.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, you'll probably be back before noon. If the bail bond doesn't pan out we have nothing.
MARY BETH: I'll get him later. Got the bail bonds office address?
CHRISTINE: Yes I do. Seven-nineteen East End Avenue.
(the duo leaves)
PETRIE: (into phone) Is Marilyn Joyce home. ...This is Detective Petrie, Fourteenth Squad.

[Bonds office]

STEIGER: (into the phone) Listen lady. I'm not the angel of mercy, I'm a bail bondsman. This is a business. Twenty-four hours a day. Even on Christmas and New Year.
(he rings off as the duo comes in)
STEIGER: (to the duo) Yeah, there are forms on the wall. You fill them out and you come back with the request.
CHRISTINE: (showing her shield) Fourteenth Squad.
STEIGER: Don't tell me. ...A failure to appear.
MARY BETH: We don't know that yet, sir. We need information for someone you wrote a bond for. Curt Brennan.
STEIGER: Brennan? Do you want a discount on a nice house in Brooklyn.
MARY BETH: I beg your pardon.
STEIGER: He put garbage up as collateral and I, out of the goodness of my heart, accepted. (looking through a card index) Brennan. Here we go! ...Brennan, Curt.
CHRISTINE: You got the address on him?
STEIGER: Well, it ain't gonna do you much good. It's a 'care of'. A woman named Rochelle Zimmer. Posted bail, five hundred dollars cash.
MARY BETH: Can we have an address and phone number on her, sir?
STEIGER: You know, I don't have to give you this information without a court order.
CHRISTINE: I know, but if you don't, see, then we have to call the DA's Office, and the DA's Office calls the Legal Bureau, and the judge has to fill out a subpoena and then they serve you and then you have to give it to us anyway. So why don't you just save us and the city a lot of time.
STEIGER: How did you get to be a cop with a face like that?
CHRISTINE: Vast experience.
STEIGER: (laughing) Sense of humour. ...Work or home?
MARY BETH: Both, please. ...Thank you.

[Beauty salon]

(Rochelle Zimmer is manicuring a client)
MARY BETH: Rochelle Zimmer? Do you mind if we ask you a couple of questions?
ROCHELLE ZIMMER: Give me a break, will ya? Saturday's my busy day.
MARY BETH: This is very important, Miss. Zimmer. Curt Brennan. He's wanted on a felony, assault.
ROCHELLE ZIMMER: What makes you think I know him?
CHRISTINE: You signed a bail application.
ROCHELLE ZIMMER: So I've got a soft heart. I don't know where he is.
(she gets up and walks away)
CHRISTINE: Rochelle! How much do you charge for a manicure?
(later Mary Beth is on the phone)
MARY BETH: (into phone) Lacey. L, A, C, E, Y. ...You want which one? ...L. As in 'little one'. ...Fourteenth Squad. ...Do you have a prolog, on a Curt Brennan. ...Brennan! ...B. As in 'bedroom set'. ...I don't know, sir. That's how come I'm calling you.
(Chris is having a manicure)
ROCHELLE ZIMMER: He calls me up, as if it was yesterday. I hadn't talked to the guy in three years.
CHRISTINE: Did you put up the bail money?
ROCHELLE ZIMMER: Yes. I should have my head examined. Here today, gone tomorrow. Friday night we're out doing the town. Dinner, dance and the whole number. Wake up this morning. Gone. Didn't even write me a note.
CHRISTINE: Is he gonna come back.
ROCHELLE ZIMMER: I'm not making dinner for him, if that's what you mean. Curt's the kind of a guy you shouldn't deal with in ten miles. A man with a disco in his belly. He's got some vibes. Can really put you away. ...You know what I mean. One day he's loaded, the next day you're picking up the cab fare. One thing he said three years ago 'We're going to Atlantic City'. Just like that! He rents a limo. We take off. We check into this two hundred dollar-a-night suite. Sunken tub. Mirrors on the ceiling. (Chris smiles at Mary Beth who has been listening) Curt hit the casino. Crap table. Two hours later, he's stone-broke. We're on a bus back to the city and he leaves the next morning.
CHRISTINE: Is that the last time you saw him? Before Friday.
ROCHELLE ZIMMER: Or heard from him. He must have found somebody else with a soft spot.
CHRISTINE: Rochelle, when was this?
ROCHELLE ZIMMER: June tenth, nineteen eighty-one.
MARY BETH: You remember the date exactly!
ROCHELLE ZIMMER: I er, took the room service menu for a souvenir. You're not gonna have me for that, are ya?! I mean, it was out-of-state.
(the duo looks a t one another)
CHRISTINE: The Statute of Limitation on a misdemeanour is two years.
(Rochelle is relieved)
MARY BETH: We're gonna put some detectives outside of your apartment. If he gets n touch with you, you give us a call. All right?
ROCHELLE ZIMMER: Sure. Why not?
CHRISTINE: Kind of nice nails.
ROCHELLE ZIMMER: Thanks.

[Precinct House front desk]

(Harvey is sitting there. Dory comes in)
DORY: Hi.
HARVEY: Hi.
DORY: Is er, Chris in the Squad room?
HARVEY: They're out on something. They'll be back any minute.
(Harvey goes back to reading a newspaper)
DORY: I'm a little early. Do you mind if I sit down?
HARVEY: Suit yourself.

[Precinct House yard]

(the duo arrives back in the Squad car)
MARY BETH: Maybe he'll show up back at Rochelle Zimmer's.
CHRISTINE: With this guy's track record I wouldn't count on it. I'm so ticked off. We had him right in the holding cell three days ago.
MARY BETH: We don't have him now.
CHRISTINE: So, we'll finish the files and get out of here.

[Precinct House front desk]

(the duo comes in. The couples greet one another)
MARY BETH: (to Harvey) Sorry, we were doing something.
CHRISTINE: (to Dory) Sorry. Will you give me just a few more minutes to finish the files. OK? Will you wait for me.
COLEMAN: Excuse me, the woman's in there with Petrie.
MARY BETH: The woman?
COLEMAN: The victim in the Statute Limitation case.
MARY BETH: (to Harvey) Be right back.
CHRISTINE: (to Dory) Yes. Excuse us just a sec. Hi ya, Harve!
DORY: Chris!
MARY BETH: (to Chris) What are we gonna tell 'em. We don't have the guy.
CHRISTINE: So, we get what we can from her. Trouble is she's probably blocked the whole thing out. It's been five years.

[Detectives' Squad room]

(the duo stops dead when they see the woman is wheelchair-bound. Later Mary Beth and Harvey are talking)
MARY BETH: Sorry, Harve.
HARVEY: It's OK!
MARY BETH: We can't quit now. I've got a line on this. I've got some ideas. If one of them pans out, I'd kick myself forever, Harve. I mean, this woman in a wheelchair, he screwed up her life.
HARVEY: Mary Beth, it's OK. I will go down and get it myself.
MARY BETH: What, you're gonna pick pour bedroom set by yourself!
HARVEY: What's the big deal?
MARY BETH: Harve, no, I have to live with that bed another fifteen years more.
HARVEY: OK. We'll do it some other time!
MARY BETH: Oh, what do you say if I get out of here by five o'clock. Maybe we'll get lucky.
HARVEY: Do you think we'll make Kramers?
MARY BETH: Kramers doesn't close 'til six. And we could call Brenda. Tell her to get the boys' dinner. And then maybe we could go out, get something to eat and do a movie. I mean, how often do we get a night in the city by ourselves? Saturday night.
(they kiss and exchange small talk)
HARVEY: Well, you be careful.
MARY BETH: I've gotta call a friend.

[Precinct House yard]

CHRISTINE: The guy's got a shipment. He thinks that Brennan's getting ready to unload.
DORY: You're gonna work percentages?
CHRISTINE: Well, he mentioned two places Brennan's unloaded before. One's a pool hall, one's a bar, so we're gonna split up and cover it.
DORY: Well, I might as well take the car back then.
CHRISTINE: Why?! You've already paid for it for at least a day!
DORY: What am I gonna do with it?
CHRISTINE: Dory, come on, if I can get out of here by early tonight, we can still make it. it's only a four-hour drive. Come on. Tomorrow we can still wake up morning in Vermont. What do you say? Yes?
DORY: Even if you trip over this guy, you've still gotta do the paperwork.
CHRISTINE: I'll leave Petrie and Isbecki to do the paperwork. ...Come on! One day in Vermont is better than nothing.
DORY: How about a sleazy motel in Brooklyn?
(he gives her a kiss just as Mary Beth comes out. Mary Beth turns away)
CHRISTINE: (wiping lipstick off him) I've gotta go. ...Mary Beth!

[Squad car]

(the duo is staked out on a Manhattan street outside Jack's Café with the composit)

[Rudy's Pool Hall]

ISBECKI: I just love to shoot pool.
PETRIE: This is a stake out!
ISBECKI: What's the matter? We're supposed to blend in.
(as Petrie sets up the balls)
ISBECKI: Hey, nine ball. I'm on three and a nine.

[Detectives' Squad room]

DORY: Do you want a cup of coffee?
HARVEY: (doing a crossword) No. ...Thanks anyway.
DORY: Buying something at the weekend?
HARVEY: There's a furniture sale downtown.
DORY: Yeah.
HARVEY: How about you?
DORY: Vermont.
HARVEY: Vermont. I've heard it's very nice this time of the year.
DORY: Yeah, it is.

[Squad car]

MARY BETH: Three minutes after four.
CHRISTINE: Time flies when you're having a good time.
MARY BETH: I should call Harve. Tell him to forget about dinner.
CHRISTINE: Just give it a couple more hours.
MARY BETH: Yeah.
CHRISTINE: We've blown the whole afternoon already.
MARY BETH: Yeah, well, at least it's not raining!
CHRISTINE: Well, there you are!

[Rudy's Pool Hall]

(Petrie plays a shot)
ISBECKI: You've just lost the ranch, Marcus!
PETRIE: (as Isbecki is about to take his shot) Just shoot the ball, OK, Victor.
ISBECKI: Eight in the corner. (he misses. Petrie smiles) There's something wrong with this table.

[Precinct House front desk]

(it's quarter past six. A woman comes in)
COLEMAN: Can I help you?
BON BON: I'm here for Detective Isbecki.
COLEMAN: You must be Bon Bon. All right?
BON BON: Yeah! Bon Bon Le Chocolat. Pleased to meet you. Victor's spoken of me?
COLEMAN: Incessantly.
BON BON: Oh.
COLEMAN: 'Le Chocolat', is that French or what?
BON BON: No, stage. I'm an exotic dancer on Canal Street.
COLEMAN: Oh, that's er, very ...interesting.
BON BON: Well, we have a date tonight. Victor, he said he should be here at six.
COLEMAN: Yeah, well he's on an assignment right now.
BON BON: Well, we have an eight o'clock booking for Barry's.
COLEMAN: Well, when he calls in I'll tell him you're waiting.
BON BON: Oh, that's very kind of you, Sergeant.
COLEMAN: Coleman. Sergeant Coleman. ...Why don't you er, have a seat?
BON BON: Oh.
(they exchange a little finger wave as she sits down beside Josie, the bag lady)
JOSIE: Poppa's Bar is downtown, honey.
BON BON: I beg you pardon.
(Josie puts her head down on her bags to sleep)

[Phone booth/Detectives' Squad room]

MARY BETH: I'm sorry, Harve, we didn't get lucky. Christine doesn't wanna give up on it. Neither do I. It's only five more hours. What if the guy turns up between now and midnight.
HARVEY: Hey, it's OK. It's OK. We can do it some other time.
MARY BETH: You're the best. The best. I'll make it up to you, I promise. Is Dory still there?
HARVEY: Yeah, he's right here. Chris says, tell him he might as well take the car back and she'll see him around midnight. OK?
HARVEY: You be careful. OK?
MARY BETH: Always.
HARVEY: I love you.
MARY BETH: Me too.

[Squad car]

MARY BETH: Still couldn't reach Samuels. I could only get on-whites. They didn't have prosciutto.
CHRISTINE: Couldn't you at least get the tuna on rye?
MARY BETH: If you don't wanna eat , I'll eat it!
CHRISTINE: What a lousy way to spend a Saturday night.
MARY BETH: There's been worse.
CHRISTINE: Name one.
MARY BETH: February nineteenth, nineteen eighty-three. We were staking out the United Nations Mission of the Republic of Zamir. We were eating pretzels. He was inside eating caviar.
CHRISTINE: OK. But him we got!
MARY BETH: Eventually.
CHRISTINE: (as she picks up an on-white) You owe me one weekend in Vermont, buster!

[Bar]

DORY: Well, this is nothing. I've been on stakeouts, forty-eight hours straight. Anyway, you ought to be used to it by now.
HARVEY: Oh, you never get used to it.
DORY: Yeah, my ex-wife used to say that.
HARVEY: I didn't know you'd been married.
DORY: Oh yeah. Twelve years. I got divorced in seventy-nine.
HARVEY: Kids?
DORY: Two. Ten and fourteen. I see 'em a couple of weekends a month. How long have you been married?
HARVEY: Going on sixteen.
DORY: That's terrific. You two are real tight, aren't you? Handy.
HARVEY: What's that supposed to mean?
DORY: Just what it says. ...Divorce rate's sky-high if you're cops. ...Look Harvey, I know you've got some feelings about what happened. I'm sorry about that. I got myself messed up but that's history. I'd like us to get along.
HARVEY: Why?
DORY: Well, our women work together. It'd be nice if we got along too.
HARVEY: If you ever walk in to my house again with drugs, McKenna, I'll throw you down four flights of stairs.
DORY: Look, I thought I just apologised.
HARVEY: I just wanna make sure we understand each other.
DORY: I understand.
HARVEY: I'm forty-three years old. I work with my hands and I like it. I've got a wife and two kids I'm crazy about. We've got a good team going. If somebody messes with it, I become violent. I protect what I've got. That's all there is to it. Now you understand me. You want to get along, we can get along. (Dory nods) OK.

[Rudy's Pool Hall]

(it's half past ten)
ISBECKI: Maybe somebody tipped him off.
PETRIE: (as he is taking a shot) Maybe. (he makes the shot) That's the nine-ball, Victor.
ISBECKI: I know. How much does that make?
PETRIE: Twenty-eight dollars. Do you wanna play?
ISBECKI: Rack 'em up!

[Precinct House front desk]

BON BON: It's two sessions, Thursdays, at NYRU and the course is called "Nineteenth Century Romantic Poetry".
COLEMAN: That so.
BON BON: I gotta B plus. Well, I work at nights so it's hard to study.
COLEMAN: Oh.
BON BON: And did you know that Elizabeth Barrett Browning was a better poet than her husband.
COLEMAN: No kidding.
BON BON: Yeah, he was a real drag.

[Squad car]

CHRISTINE: Five to. What a waste! We haven't even cleaned up the files.
MARY BETH: We could go in tomorrow.
CHRISTINE: We cou... I'm not going in tomorrow! I don't care. Samuels can yell his head off. I'm not giving up my Sunday to do paper work. It's not as if we've been goofing off all day.
MARY BETH: Come on, let's go home.
CHRISTINE: No! Five more minutes.
MARY BETH: Three minutes, fifteen seconds. Your watch is slow. ...Christine, do you see Brennan walking down the street here?!
CHRISTINE: I'm not moving 'til midnight.
MARY BETH: All right. Where are we supposed to pick up Petrie and Isbecki then?
CHRISTINE: 89th and Broadway.

[Precinct House front desk]

BON BON: And then on Mondays and Wednesdays I take a poetry-writing course. I'm a real renaissance woman.
COLEMAN: Is that so?
BON BON: Hey, listen to this!
COLEMAN: Victor's gonna be here any minute, I'm sure.
BON BON: Oh, he's no problem. (reading from a pad) This one is called "Bryant Park at Dusk". 'Pigeon droppings fleck the bum-congested benches of desire in the oasis, amidst the cacophony of raucous taxi horns, and the egregious rumbling of cross-town buses belching their carbon monoxide fumes in the penetrating dusk. What tragedies ensue in the radioactive half light of Manhattan's gathering dusk?'
ISBECKI: Bon Bon!
(Chris turns her gaze on Isbecki)
BON BON: Victor!
ISBECKI: I can explain.
BON BON: Yeah, please do!
ISBECKI: (to the duo) Excuse me guys, you must have something to do.
CHRISTINE: Oh Victor, don't be silly. We don't. Introduce us.
ISBECKI: Oh, this is Detective Christine Cagney. Mary Beth Lacey. And this is my partner, Marcus Petrie. Bon Bon Le Chocolat.
MARY BETH: How ya doing, Miss. Le Chocolat.
PETRIE: I've heard so much.
CHRISTINE: Hi.
BON BON: Hi.
CHRISTINE: Well, if you'll excuse us, we have to chock out.
ISBECKI: I was undercover. We were all on a stake out. I couldn't phone this place.
CHRISTINE: (beckoning) Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: Excuse me.
ISBECKI: As soon as I can get out of here, we can spend all day tomorrow together.
BON BON: How old's the blonde?!

[Chris's loft]

(Dory is in bed. He hears the door being unlocked. Later Chris, in her dressing gown, is studying a book)
DORY: What are you doing?
CHRISTINE: Listen to this! Come here! 'Criminal Procedures Law, article thirty, section ten. Calculating the time limitation applicable to commencement of a criminal action, the following periods shall not be included. A. Any period following the commission of the events during which the defendant was continuously outside the state.'
DORY: It is three-thirty in the morning, honey. Now, come back to bed.
CHRISTINE: You don't understand. The room service menu.
DORY: What?
CHRISTINE: Rochelle Zimmer can testify that Brennan was in Atlantic City for a twenty-four hour period on a specific date in nineteen eighty-one. Do you know what that means? (picking up the phone) It means that we have until midnight tomorrow to get him!
DORY: Tomorrow! Wait a second. I thought tomorrow we were gonna spend together.
CHRISTINE: Well, Dory, we get another shot at him.
(she goes to dial)
DORY: Christine! It's the middle of the night. Who are you calling?
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth. (into phone) Hi, Harvey, it's Christine. Listen, can I talk to Mary Beth? ...Yes, Harvey, I do know that it's late. Would you mind just waking her up and putting her on the phone? ...Thank you. ...Mary Beth!! Guess what?!

[Outside Rochelle Zimmer's apartment]

MARY BETH: The kids woke up. Nobody got back to sleep.
CHRISTINE: Well, we'll all sleep tonight.
(Chris knocks at the door)
ROCHELLE ZIMMER [OC]: (drowsily) Who is it?
CHRISTINE: Detectives Cagney and Lacey.
(the door opens)
CHRISTINE: Good morning, Miss. Zimmer.
ROCHELLE ZIMMER: Do you know what time it is?]
MARY BETH: Nine thirty-seven AM, ma'am.
ROCHELLE ZIMMER: It's Sunday morning.
MARY BETH: Ma'am, could we come in?
ROCHELLE ZIMMER: Look, if it's about Curt, he hasn't shown and he hasn't called.
MARY BETH: Well, this won't take a minute.
ROCHELLE ZIMMER: I've got somebody here. It's my new partner.
CHRISTINE: We can get a warrant.
ROCHELLE ZIMMER: All right. (to Chris quietly as they go in) I only just met him. I can't remember his name.

[Squad car]

CHRISTINE: So, we've got a description and a couple of known hangouts. There's transit hotels, SROs, restaurants, the subway. He's got to be here somewhere, hasn't he?
MARY BETH: Eight million people in the City of New York and we need one guy.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, I give up a weekend in Vermont, you give up a new bedroom set on sale.
MARY BETH: What's that have to do with anything?
CHRISTINE: It get's personal with me now! I'm angry. Aren't you angry?
MARY BETH: We were supposed to take the boys to the Museum of Natural History today. Harve loves to tell 'em about the yetis. ...Yeah! I'm angry.
CHRISTINE: I'm angry. You're angry. There's a woman that's gonna spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair. ...So we get this guy then.
MARY BETH: Eight million people.

[Detectives' Squad room]

PETRIE: (into phone) We can't reach him, Inspector. we've got a number he left us but it doesn't answer. ...Well, we'd like to circulate a mug to all Uniforms and radio cars. We'd like extra Uniforms at all airports and bus and train terminals and we'd like you to authorise extra overtime. ...Yes, I realise that's very expensive, Inspector. But we've got a Statute of Limitation's deadline. ...Yes, midnight tonight, sir.
ISBECKI: (as the duo comes in) Sh! He's talking to Knelman.
PETRIE: (into phone) That's right. ...All right, sir. ...Yes sir. ...Thank you, sir. ...Yeah. ...Yes. We'll keep trying.
(he rings off)
PETRIE: All right! He OK'ed overtime for us and an APB to all precincts.
CHRISTINE: Great! Let's hit the phones!
PETRIE: Victor and I will take Staten Island and Manhattan.
CHRISTINE: OK. Mary Beth and I will do Brooklyn and Queens. Whoever finishes first hits The Bronx.
(they start ferreting in their desks)
CHRISTINE: (to Petrie quietly) Petrie. Do you have Precinct Books for Brooklyn and Queens?
PETRIE: Sure.
CHRISTINE: You haven't?
CHRISTINE: Of course I have. They're filed! ...Thank you, Petrie. (handing one over) Mary Beth. ...Let's go!
(later)
ISBECKI: (into phone) I told you. Six one. Eyes blue. Hair black. Moustache. One hundred and seventy-five pounds. Curt...Brennan. ...Yes, he is a boy.
MARY BETH: (into phone) Yes sir. ...We certainly do know it's Sunday, captain. ...We're on OT ourselves here, sir.
CHRISTINE: (into phone) We're having to call all precincts. ...Right. ...We're getting the mug shots duplicated now. You should have them within the hour.
PETRIE: (into phone) Rudy's Pool Hall. ...86th and Broadway. ...That's right. ...Anything positive, you call us at the Fourteenth.
ISBECKI: (into phone) All transit hotels west of Sixth and south of Fifth. ...Yeah.
(detectives are on stakeout all round the city including outside Jack's Cafe and inside Rudy's Pool Hall. Later Coleman comes in and starts distributing food)
PETRIE: Thank you.
MARY BETH: Oh, thank you, Sergeant.
COLEMAN: Yeah, how's it going?
CHRISTINE: (pointing to a map) We're covering as big an area as we can. Port Authority, Penn Station, Grand Central, La Guardia, Kennedy, plus every cheap hotel and single room occupancy that we know of.
COLEMAN: You've still got two hours.
CHRISTINE: It's not much. Thanks, Coleman. ...I'm really beginning to hate tuna fish.
MARY BETH: Well it's kind of hard to get prosciutto or pumpernickel around here on Sundays.
(Mary Beth's phone goes)
MARY BETH: (into phone) Detective Lacey, Fourteenth. ...Say again. ...Where? ...All right. You stay put. We'll be right there. ...Yeah.
CHRISTINE: What?
MARY BETH: Identified in a flophouse near Union Square. Precinct Uniforms are already there.
CHRISTINE: Right. Let's go. Petrie! ...Isbecki, we've got a bite!
PETRIE: Right behind you.

[Flophouse entrance]

CHRISTINE: Detectives Cagney and Lacey, Fourteenth. Is this the man you saw?
DESK CLERK: That's him. It's a real fit.
CHRISTINE: How many exits to this building?
DESK CLERK: There's only one. Otherwise they steal the bedroom.
MARY BETH: Fire escape?
DESK CLERK: In the alley.
CHRISTINE: Do you have an elevator?
DESK CLERK: Are you kidding?
MARY BETH: (to the desk clerk) You, make sure he doesn't touch the phone.
CHRISTINE: (to Isbecki) Fire escape's in the alley.
ISBECKI: We're on it.

[Corridor outside room 307]

(they arrive with uniformed backup. Chris knocks)
CHRISTINE: Curt Brennan. This is the police. Wanna open the door?
(she knocks again)
CHRISTINE: We have a warrant for your arrest. If you don't open the door you'll be adding 'Resisting arrest' to the charges.
(they move away from the door)
MARY BETH: He's not gonna open that door.
CHRISTINE: Do you think he's armed?
MARY BETH: We need a search warrant to break the door down. If we go in there without, the whole case is gonna fall apart.
CHRISTINE: So, I'll call Legal and we'll get a warrant.
MARY BETH: Three minutes to eleven.
CHRISTINE: The judge is on twenty-four hours call.

[Flophouse entrance]

ISBECKI: (as Chris comes down) We've got the alley covered.
CHRISTINE: Three-oh-seven. I'm calling for a search warrant. Mary Beth's upstairs. (to the desk clerk) Can I use your phone?
DESK CLERK: There's a payphone over there.
CHRISTINE: Thanks for your help.
(a blue-and-white patrol car screams through the city. It's ten to twelve)
CHRISTINE: How long does it take to get a warrant over here? ...There's ten minutes, Mary Beth. Ten lousy minutes before the Statute goes cold. We should have called and got the warrant before we left. I just knew it!
MARY BETH: He wouldn't have written one without a detective there, Christine.
(she runs to the desk clerk's position)
MARY BETH: Hey, mister! Hey! What type of heating you got in this building?
DESK CLERK: Radiators.
MARY BETH: No gas supplies?
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth.
DESK CLERK: Some of the rooms are gas-billed.
MARY BETH: Three-oh-seven?
DESK CLERK: Yeah, there's a stove in there.
MARY BETH: Thank you. Thank you! Christine, come on!

[Corridor outside room 307]

(the duo can be heard coming up the stairs)
MARY BETH [OC]: I got it. I can't remember the number. There's an exception. If there's a life-threatening situation in there, you can search the premises without a warrant.
CHRISTINE [OC}: Mary Beth, you're brilliant.
MARY BETH: No.
ISBECKI: You got the warrant?
MARY BETH: Victor, can you smell gas coming out of that room?
ISBECKI: Gas?
CHRISTINE: Yeah, gas.
MARY BETH: There's an odour of gas in this hallway, isn't there?
PETRIE: I smell gas. You smell gas, don't you, Victor?
ISBECKI: Oh yes! Come to think of it. (to Chris) Do you smell gas in this hall?
CHRISTINE: (shouting to the uniformed officers outside the room door) Hey guys, do you smell gas here?
MARY BETH: Eleven fifty-seven. (pointing around the four of them) One, two, three, four.
CHRISTINE: OK. Let's do it.
(Isbecki kicks the door down)

[Room 304]

MARY BETH: Curt Brennan, we've been looking for you.
BRENNAN: For what?
MARY BETH: A number of things.
BRENNAN: You got the SWAT Team down here for bad paper.
CHRISTINE: How about first-degree assault and robbery?
BRENNAN: That assault charge is rotten. The bell tolled last night.
CHRISTINE: (turning him to cuff him) Great. ...Spread.
MARY BETH: Is that so?
BRENNAN: I know the law.
CHRISTINE: It's a shame you didn't bone up on your criminal law while you were in prison, Mr. Brennan. Study article thirty, section ten. Statute of Limitation.
BRENNAN: What are you talking about?
MARY BETH: Atlantic City.
CHRISTINE: Atlantic City. Isn't that great? ...Move. By the way, Mr. Brennan, you have the right to remain silent. You have the right...
MARY BETH: (to Petrie) The gas must have been coming from the next room.

[Detectives' Squad room]

CHRISTINE: Don't worry, Mary Beth. What's he gonna say? It was a terrific collar.
MARY BETH: He's gonna wanna know why we didn't call him Saturday, as soon as we matched up the mug shot with the composit.
CHRISTINE: We did call him Saturday. We called him all weekend. He just didn't answer.
MARY BETH: And wait until he sees that overtime report, he's gonna hit the ceiling.
CHRISTINE: Knelman OK'ed it.
MARY BETH: He doesn't like Knelman! ...And when he says we've gotta come in here next weekend and do the filing.
CHRISTINE: No! Next weekend I'm going to Vermont with Dory, come hell or high water.
MARY BETH: Morning, sir!
SAMUELS: (in a new suit) Morning!
CHRISTINE: Morning, Lieutenant.
SAMUELS: Morning.
(Samuels goes into his office and closes the door)
CHRISTINE: I guess we better get it over with. Huh?
MARY BETH: Maybe we should mention how many times we tried to call him. Huh? What was it? Twenty, I think. Thirty?.
CHRISTINE: Easily.

[Samuels' office]

(they knock on the door)
SAMUELS: (jovially) Come in. ...Morning!
MARY BETH: Morning, sir.
CHRISTINE: Did you have a nice weekend, Lieutenant?
SAMUELS: Oh, yes, I certainly did.
CHRISTINE: Oh, excellent! Excellent!
SAMUELS: How was yours?
MARY BETH: Well, Lieutenant...
MARY BETH: You know, we were cleaning up those files, sir, and we came across a mug shot. It turned out to be the exact same mug shot as... The thing is, sir, we didn't get the files done.
SAMUELS: You didn't do the files, but I specifically asked that the files should be in order by today.
CHRISTINE: Well, you see, there was a Statute of Limitation deadline on an assault.
SAMUELS: An Assault? What assault?
MARY BETH: Five years ago. It was Petrie's, but then Christine and I had this bad-paper case last week. It turned out to be the same guy!
CHRISTINE: It was so weird. I mean, Isbecki saw the mug shot on our desk. We ID'ed the composit. Thought we had the guy, but somebody had bailed him out.
MARY BETH: We staked out a couple of places and we waited there 'til midnight, but ...nothing. So we went to bed and then Christine remembered about Atlantic City!
SAMUELS: Atlantic City?
MARY BETH: Rochelle er,...
CHRISTINE: Zimmer.
MARY BETH: ...Zimmer, sir. She posted bail. She said that she was there with him in nineteen eighty-one.
CHRISTINE: Mm, hm. In Atlantic City.
MARY BETH: In Atlantic City! ...And then Christine figured out that we had a twenty-four hour extension.
CHRISTINE: Article thirty, section ten. Statute of Limitation.
MARY BETH: Right!
SAMUELS: All this happened Saturday?
MARY BETH: And Sunday, sir!
CHRISTINE: All day Sunday.
MARY BETH: We tried to call but the phone didn't answer.
SAMUELS: The phone? (taking Mary Beth by the elbow and leading her to the door) Oh, yeah, listen. You write all this up in a DD5 and I'll look at it later, OK?
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
SAMUELS: Now listen, I wanna see all those files in order by next weekend, come hell or high water.
(Samuels goes into his office and closes the door)

[Detectives' Squad room]

CHRISTINE: I don't believe it. Can you believe that!
MARY BETH: So we come in next Saturday morning, eight o'clock. Work like beavers and we're out of here by noon.
CHRISTINE: We made the collar! We just gave up an entire weekend!
MARY BETH: Maybe we should start doing it in our lunch hour.
CHRISTINE: (shouts out) Thank God it's Monday!!!
MARY BETH: Shush.
(a large pile of files is put in front of Chris)

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