[Detectives' Squad room]
PETRIE: (talking to Coleman) She's new in town. Right? From the East Coast. An artist. (to Isbecki) Yeah?
PETRIE: So she's coming home to a run down tenement in Tribeca naturally...
ISBECKI: Naturally? What do you mean by 'naturally'? And its not a tenement, it's a loft.
COLEMAN: Yeah, it's a loft.
PETRIE: Victor, I said 'naturally' because Tribeca's the location for the strangler case we're working on.
ISBECKI: Yeah, right. Right. ...OK. Go on.
PETRIE: Thank you. So anyway, he follows her home, forces his way inside and tries to strangle her.
ISBECKI: He doesn't, see. She's too tough.
PETRIE: Victor, why don't you tell the story?
ISBECKI: No, you can.
COLEMAN: Will somebody please tell the story here. The suspense is killing me.
PETRIE: All right, all right. He tries to strangle her but she fights him off. She throws turpentine in his face.
COLEMAN: Oh, the old turps-in-face routine! I know it well.
ISBECKI: It isn't funny, Coleman.
PETRIE: At any rate, we've now got a witness on the strangler.
ISBECKI: You see Jennifer's the one that fought the guy off.
COLEMAN: Jennifer? What happened to Bon Bon?
ISBECKI: I gotta go.
PETRIE: What about the paperwork?
ISBECKI: I'll do it tomorrow.
(Isbecki gets a toolbox out of his desk and leaves)
COLEMAN: What's with the toolbox?
PETRIE: He's installing a dead-bolt lock in Jennifer's loft.
COLEMAN: Our Victor?
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, can you step on it here?
MARY BETH: What's the matter?
CHRISTINE: I've got this date. Will you step on the horn here and pass a couple of cabs?
MARY BETH: We'll get there. don't worry.
CHRISTINE: It's four-thirty. (indicating herself) I've gotta put this thing together by seven o'clock.
MARY BETH: What, with a face like yours? Five minutes. (pointing to a crowd on the pavement) Aw, aw, aw.
(the car pulls up and the duo gets out and look up at the building opposite)
CHRISTINE: It's like a scene out of "Swan Lake".
(there is woman, Mary Cole, standing out on a high window ledge)
(the duo hurries through with a secretary, Kathleen Murphy)
CHRISTINE: Do you known what set her off?
KATHLEEN MURPHY: She asked me to get copies of the papers for her meeting, so I did it. When I got back, there she was.
MARY BETH: Has she been having any personal problems? Illness? Death in the family?
KATHLEEN MURPHY: No, no. Nothing like that.
MARY BETH: What about financial difficulties?
KATHLEEN MURPHY: She didn't. She was Vice-President...
MARY BETH: What of?
CHRISTINE: We're gonna have to talk to her, so the more we know, the better. How old is she? Does she have a husband?
KATHLEEN MURPHY: Forty-two. Her husband's a stockbroker.
MARY BETH: (to a crowd of office workers outside the Vice-President's office door) Police.
KATHLEEN MURPHY: His name's Arthur. They seemed real happy.
MARY BETH: Kids?
KATHLEEN MURPHY: Two. I just don't understand it. Why would a woman who has everything want to jump off a building?
(to the crowd as they go to open the office door)
CHRISTINE: Do you wanna back up everybody? Please.
MARY BETH: Give us some room.
(there is a pair of high heels on the desk and a photo of Mary Cole with the two children)
CHRISTINE: Do you wanna take a shot at it? I'll call Rescue Service.
MARY BETH: No lights. No sirens.
CHRISTINE: I know. (picking up the photo and whispering) Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: Mary. ...Mary. ...Mary Cole, I'm Mary Lacey. I'm a police detective. (indicating the window ledge) Can I sit here? (no reply so Mary Beth climbs out of the window) I always hate having two Marys. When I was in fifth grade my teacher, Miss. Andrews, used to call Mary Caldoni 'Mary number one'. Guess who was 'Mary number two'? Anyway, so I'm a cop now and ...there's not a lot of us called Mary in the Police Department, I'll tell you that. Do you ever get that problem? You know, when you're feeling kind of lost in the sauce, maybe?
(Mary Cole doesn't reply but looks around at Mary Beth and then down)
(Mary Beth is standing on the table with her high heels beside her)
MARY BETH: Back and forth. Back and forth. So I says 'Can I sit down?'. (she sits down on the table) I looked down twenty storeys, Harve. Me and my mouth. The only thing between her and the street. So I started to tell her about Miss. Andrews. She called Mary Caldoni 'Mary number one' and I was 'Mary number two'.
(Harvey is underneath the sink)
HARVEY: So, Mary Beth, what happened?
MARY BETH: What happened? I don't know. One minute she's standing there and the next minute I put out my hand ...and she grabbed on ...and then (climbing down and sitting on the floor) ...we're in the room. ..Oh, she's... she's crying, Harve, and I'm telling her it's gonna be OK. And it's better all ready. Right. ...Oh, I'll tell ya, Harve, ...and then I looked back out the window. We were so high, Harve! We were so close... I don't even wanna talk about it!
HARVEY: Ah! (he jumps up and starts cleaning his hands) The sink needs a new washer.
MARY BETH: That's all you gotta say?
HARVEY: Christine called me. She told me the whole story!
(he bursts out laughing)
MARY BETH: Very funny, Harve.
(she goes to throw one of her high heels at him)
HARVEY: She said you deserve champagne. It's in the fridge. (giving her a kiss) You are terrific! You are fantastic. What you did was great. Oh, yes. Yes! Let's drink some champagne. ...Who are you calling?
MARY BETH: Information for the hospital. She's under observation.
HARVEY: Oh, you're a social worker now! Huh?
MARY BETH: Honey...
HARVEY: Hey, what you did was really wonderful and I mean it. (taking her in his arms) But you're not on City time anymore, you're on my time. We're going out to dinner and we're gonna celebrate! Just like you said.
MARY BETH: Have you ever heard that old Chinese proverb? 'If you save somebody's life, you're responsible for them forever'.
HARVEY: I've gotta a hunch you're not Chinese. We're going over to Luigi's.
MARY BETH: For pizza! I don't fancy it!
HARVEY: We'll get anchovies.
[Detectives' Squad room]
MARY BETH: Sorry. I'm late. ...Christine, the champagne was perfect. We had the best time and the worst meal. So what does the daily activity report hold for us?
CHRISTINE: Not much.
MARY BETH: How many drugs did they round up last night.
MARY BETH: Let me see it. (snatching a clip board from her) Let me see it!
CHRISTINE: Escapee from Bellevue. Female Caucasian. No previous cases of attempted suicide. Mary Cole.
CHRISTINE: Sorry. ...Mary Beth, you can't take this personally. Maybe the woman has problems nobody can solve.
MARY BETH: I hate it! She doesn't compute, Christine. Who tries to commit suicide when they've just had their hair done.
CHRISTINE: I don't rate people. Anyway we've gotta be in court in twenty minutes.
MARY BETH: We'll make it.
CHRISTINE: Only if I drive.
MARY BETH: I think we should follow up on her.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, what do we do if there's no crime involved here. Just leave her alone.
MARY BETH: Oh, you and robot cop! Station twelve. Turn off the juice.
CHRISTINE: What do you want?
MARY BETH: I wanna know what's wrong with her.
CHRISTINE: Well, can we do it after court? Now (looking at her watch) eighteen .
MARY BETH: I bet you two dollars that they continue it again.
CHRISTINE: You're on!
(Mary Beth is driving. Chris hands her two dollars)
MARY BETH: Thank you very much.
CHRISTINE: I hate it when you're right. Why didn't you turn up Eighth?
MARY BETH: Well, it's a nice day. I thought maybe we should take a little drive.
MARY BETH: No place special. We happen to be in the neighbourhood by Mary Cole's apartment.
CHRISTINE: (looking at her watch) What happened to your memories of this morning's activity report.
MARY BETH: I happen to have a very good memory.
CHRISTINE: Well, would you just drive a little faster.
[Mary Cole's apartment]
DANIELLE: I am terribly sorry but I am not English and I cannot be any help. The mistress of the house left before I came to work.
MARY BETH: Left, miss?!
DANIELLE: Yes, how do you say, she and her husband are divided.
CHRISTINE: Where did she go?
DANIELLE: I do not know. Monsieur Cole did not confide in me.
CHRISTINE: Well, may we speak to Mr. Cole?
DANIELLE: He is out presently. Perhaps you should leave your card.
MARY BETH: Er, Mrs. Cole. She calls or something. She must see the kids.
DANIELLE: No. As far as I know, she does not speak with the children.
MARY BETH: Well, what about mail? Where do you send the mail?
DANIELLE: It is not memorised, madam!
MARY BETH: Can you be a little more helpful here?
(Chris says something quietly to Danielle)
DANIELLE: Ah, vous parlez Francais.
CHRISTINE: Un petit peu.
(Danielle goes to get something)
MARY BETH: (quietly to Chris) Good shot.
(Danielle hands a piece of paper to Chris)
CHRISTINE: Ah, merci beaucoup.
MARY BETH: (pointing to what's on the paper) Oh, no, that can't be right.
[Corridor in a tenement block]
CHRISTINE: Nice place to come to for the children.
MARY BETH: This is a very confusing woman.
(Mary Beth knocks at a door which is ajar)
MARY BETH: Mrs. Cole! ...Mary! ...It's Mary Lacey.
(Mary Beth knocks again and they draw their guns. Mary Beth kicks the door open and they go in)
(the place has been trashed. Mary Beth looks into the kitchen)
MARY BETH: Christine. ...Look here.
(on the fridge door is scrawled 'NEXT TIME'S FOR REAL'.)
(Samuels is sitting listening as the duo discusses possibilities)
MARY BETH: She must have a habit.
CHRISTINE: Maybe blackmail.
MARY BETH: No, dope makes more sense because the husband can't handle his throwing her out.
CHRISTINE: OK. Who trashed the place?
MARY BETH: And she's selling her clothes as well. And all the profits go in her arm or up her nose and the suppliers are after her.
CHRISTINE: And she disappears to hide out from them.
MARY BETH: That's why she wants to kill herself.
CHRISTINE: Now, you see if it's blackmail, she could be hiding out to protect the children.
MARY BETH: So she tries to commit suicide because she couldn't face the truth anymore. But ...what would a blackmailer have on her?
CHRISTINE: She is an accountant. Accountants embezzle.
MARY BETH: Not bad!
CHRISTINE: I liked it.
SAMUELS: (getting up) I'll tell ya, you're making me dizzy, the both of yous. Why are you complicating things. Look, if the woman wants to move from a mansion down to a rat hole on the Lower East Side and then the place gets thoroughly ransacked. Right?
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
SAMUELS: So, who'd have the ambition to stop her?
CHRISTINE: Nobody in her place of work knew.
SAMUELS: Yeah, but her husband knows. Right? You're looking at a possible domestic violence. For my money you go and talk to the husband.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
[Detectives' Squad room]
ISBECKI: It's all set up. They're bringing them into the line-up room now.
JENNIFER ATKINS: I'm ready.
ISBECKI: Are you sure?
JENNIFER ATKINS: Victor, This is big-time for a girl from Charlottesville, Virginia.
ISBECKI: (taking her by the arms as she stands up) OK. Let's get it over with.
JENNIFER ATKINS: (holding her hands) I'll be all right. ...Honestly.
(after Isbecki and Jennifer have gone past)
PETRIE: Nah. It looks like love to me.
COLEMAN: If it comes to Isbecki, he's been on the hormones.
[Arthur Cole's apartment]
COLE: She's an addict all right. ...My wife is a compulsive gambler. We owe the bank forty thousand. And she's in debt to bookies and loan sharks for God knows how much. The last time I heard it was forty-seven thousand. ...I wish I knew how to handle it. ...I've been to gambling therapy groups, ...but Mary wouldn't go. She would never admit she had a problem. Not even when the bank threatened to foreclose on our house. I took away her credit cards. I transferred assets into my name. I ...tried ...everything.
MARY BETH: I'm sorry, sir. Um, you said that you asked your wife to leave.
COLE: It was more that I wouldn't take her back unless she agreed to therapy. One of the counsellors told me that the only chance that she had to get better was to admit she had a problem. And for that to happen she would probably have to hit bottom. I thought ...hoped, that keeping her out would scare her into quitting. She stole the kids' college fund ...and blew it at the crap table. The last few months we haven't even talked.
[Police Headquarters corridor]
MARTINEZ: Loan sharking. It's the world's second oldest profession. Simple business transactions need money. They loan money.
CHRISTINE: For a price.
MARTINEZ: Bargain, only six percent ...a day. Borrow a grand. In eight days you owe a grand and a half, and then you borrow money to pay interest on money and so on.
MARY BETH: No, no. How do they ever get out of the hole?
MARTINEZ: Fear. Surprisingly strongly motivated. You see loan sharks are backed by a group of investors. How shall I put this? Not exactly known for their patience and er, forbearance. If you're late, they make you a friendly visit ...once, tops twice. And after that they show you the bottom of the East River, ...permanently.
CHRISTINE: So, can you give us a list of loan sharks?
MARTINEZ: I can give you a list of three hundred and fifty loan sharks. Another five hundred part-timers. Do you wanna run 'em down?
CHRISTINE: Yeah, but I'd like to narrow it down to the kind that'll handle forty-seven thousand dollars.
MARTINEZ: They put those off on somebody who puts those off on somebody bigger who puts those off to somebody else and so on. It's like subcontracting a job.
MARY BETH: Oh, please, Al, we need some expertise here.
MARTINEZ: Expertise? Excuse me. (calling the lift) The all-hours grocery store down the street, could be loan shark. The dry cleaners on the corner, a loan shark. The kindly grandpa at the candy store, another loan shark. You might as well pick the telephone directory, any page.
CHRISTINE: Thanks for the advice, Martinez.
MARTINEZ: Advice? I'll give you advice. (as he gets in the lift) Mary Cole has been warned. Find her! Fast! If you don't, she won't be worth finding.
(Mary Beth and Harvey are playing pontoon, betting with Monopoly money)
HARVEY: You've gotta use some imagination here.
MARY BETH: You mean about the lack of gambling atmosphere or the play money or what?
HAREY: (waving a Monopoly note) Mary Beth, it's all the money you've got. Lose it and your broke and you can't play no more and you've gotta go home. It doesn't matter if it's dollars, pennies, matchsticks. It's what you've got. That's it. You've got twenty grand. ...How much are you gonna bet?
MARY BETH: Ten dollars.
HARVEY: Big spender.
MARY BETH: Harve?
MARY BETH: When you go to the track ...how much are you willing to lose before you...
HARVEY: Ha, ha. Am I supposed to be helping ya? Sort of an expert witness.
MARY BETH: Yeah, but...
HARVEY: No 'buts' Mary Beth, I mean, do you ever see me write a cheque for cash? Is it ever a question about paying the rent or how we're gonna eat?
MARY BETH: You don't have to get defensive here, I was only...
HARVEY: You were only trying to get me ready to set me up alongside your junkie-gambler case. There's a difference.
MARY BETH: That's what I'm interested in, Harve. The difference. I mean, ...what is the big attraction? (turning a card off the pack) Twist.
HARVEY: You know you're messing with the entire economy of the United States here, don't you?
MARY BETH: Listen Harvey, you know how I hate the conspiracy theory.
HARVEY: This is not a theory. Do you think anybody in their right mind would watch a game between Buffalo and anybody if you didn't have some action on it! Do you think there would be a school system in the State of New York if it weren't for the lottery? I mean, you don't think that millions of dollars change hands every day on some kind of action, and then they get laundered in so many places that they never get taxed? Huh? Who are you kidding here?! Eh? (he gets up and gets a beer from the fridge) Do you want one?
MARY BETH: No, I just wanna save Mary Cole.
HARVEY: And find out where I get the money for the track!
MARY BETH: Harve, you are not under investigation here! I was only asking. You know, so that I could get some insight.
HARVEY: (turns one of Mary Beth's cards over) You're bust! (sitting down) OK, how's this for insight. Anybody who is into the goofs for, what did you say, forty, fifty grand. That person is history. (as he opens the beer) History.
(Isbecki and Jennifer are walking and talking. Petrie is sitting in the Squad car watching and looking at his watch. Isbecki takes Jennifer's hand. Petrie looks away)
(Chris comes in. Mary Beth is holding a mug)
CHRISTINE: I called the phone company. They'll be back to us in ten minutes. (seeing some pills in Mary Beth's other hand) Are you all right?
MARY BETH: (popping the pills) Yeah. I couldn't stay in that room. Can you believe those guys? And they say women gossip.
CHRISTINE: (quietly) I'll see if anyone is there. (checking at the curtain splitting them from the men and pulling it to) So, what do you think of the new hot couple? Jennifer and Isbecki. I think it's a real improvement on Bon Bon. What kind of a geek would go out with a woman named Bon Bon? Bon Bon!
MARY BETH: Christine!
CHRISTINE: Coleman's made a book on it. The smart money's betting on two months it'll last.
MARY BETH: I don't think it's any of our business.
CHRISTINE: Oh, Mary Beth, don't do that to me. You love gossip! I know you. You go to your beauty parlour and you sit under the hair drier. I know what you read. What do you read? Movie magazines.
MARY BETH: "The Penal Code".
CHRISTINE: "The Penal Code"?
MARY BETH: Some of us actually have to study for the Sergeants' Exam, Christine.
CHRISTINE: All right. And then you go to the grocery store and you've got your grocery cart and you stand in an incredibly long line. What do you do?
MARY BETH: I stand there. ...Maybe I balance my chequebook. ...Sometimes I even talk to people.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, I don't understand you. There is not one person in the entire world who doesn't read trash newspapers and fan magazines ...in a grocery store.
MARY BETH: I don't.
CHRISTINE: Johnny Carson's divorce? (Mary Beth shakes her head) That cute young doctor that Mary Tyler Moore married?
MARY BETH: Huh?
CHRISTINE: Liz Taylor. She broke up with that guy. Did you see how thin she got?
MARY BETH: (leaving) We've got work, Christine. Personally I liked Liz better fatter.
(Cookie the Bookie is about to answer a call. Chris grabs the receiver from behind him and then rings off the call making him jump)
CHRISTINE: Hi ya, Cookie!
COOKIE THE BOOKIE: Officer Christine!
CHRISTINE: Nah. Detective Christine.
COOKIE THE BOOKIE: Oh, well, my congratulations are in order. Forgive me if I did not send flowers.
CHRISTINE: (to Mary Beth who has joined her) My first bite when I was a rookie. Cookie the Bookie, meet Detective Mary Beth Lacey.
MARY BETH: How ya doing?
COOKIE THE BOOKIE: The pleasure's all in all mine.
MARY BETH: (the phone is ringing again) Aren't you gonna use your phone?
COOKIE THE BOOKIE: Wrong number.
CHRISTINE: I heard you moved to Las Vegas, Cookie.
COOKIE THE BOOKIE: Las Vegas? Yes indeed, but the climate was not convivial to my constitution.
CHRISTINE: We're looking for Mary Cole, Cookie.
COOKIE THE BOOKIE: Who?
CHRISTINE: Mary Cole. We found your name in her apartment.
COOKIE THE BOOKIE: So, this a crime? But if it is, I've got my back to the wall! Ha, ha, ha.
CHRISTINE: We found her apartment ransacked.
COOKIE THE BOOKIE: Please, you do me an injustice. I am not the ransacking type. (indicating Mary Beth) And she knows this to be true.
(Mary Beth nods)
CHRISTINE: I know this to be true. You took Mary Cole's bets. She has gambling debts of up to fifty thousand dollars.
COOKIE THE BOOKIE: (indicating the his worn out shoe sole) Do I look like the fifty grand type? You flatter me!
MARY BETH: Who is the fifty grand type, Mr. Cookie?
COOKIE THE BOOKIE: Well, seeing as I would not like to be deprived of the use of my life, I must now plead ignorance to all such matters.
(the phone rings. Mary Beth grabs the receiver)
MARY BETH: (into the phone) Detective Lacey, Fourteenth. What can I do for ya? Such rude people. They hung up on me.
CHRISTINE: Mm. You're under arrest, Cookie.
COOKIE THE BOOKIE: For what infraction am I being served this gross injustice? Por favore?
CHRISTINE: (grabbing a book from his top pocket) Why don't we start with bookmaking? What is all this? Offices with people's names and figures next to them? What is this? A Christmas shopping list?
COOKIE THE BOOKIE: Charitable agents!
CHRISTINE: Ah ha. What charity is this? The Bears, plus eight.
COOKIE THE BOOKIE: Detective Lacey, why is your partner persecuting me?
MARY BETH: She never learned how to ask nicely. Please, Mr. Cookie, sir. Help us find Mary Cole.
COOKIE THE BOOKIE: (beckoning them into the telephone booth) Come in here. There's a dive on Fifth Street near Avenue A. That's where they let you play on a coffin.
MARY BETH: Thank you. (the phone rings. Mary Beth picks up the receiver) It's for you.
COOKIE THE BOOKIE: (into phone) Hello. ...Ma. (to the duo) It's my mother!
CHRISTINE: (returning his book) Give her my love.
COOKIE THE BOOKIE: (into phone) ...Hello. ...Yeah.
MARY BETH: It's called the Fifth Street Social and Athletic Club.
CHRISTINE: Mary Cole's bookmaker says it's a dive. A real small time action.
MARY BETH: It's the only place they'll still let her play.
SAMUELS: A small time action and they trash her apartment and threaten her life?
MARY BETH: No sir, we figure they're the muscle for the loan shark.
SAMUELS: Well, where is he?
CHRISTINE: Nobody knows, Lieutenant. Martinez over in Park Row says they could be almost anybody.
SAMUELS: You're looking for Mary Cole? Then what?
MARY BETH: We save her life, sir.
SAMUELS: You wanna offer her twenty-four hour police protection? For how long?!
MARY BETH: With respect, sir, if we put her under protective custody, she can name names. She tells us who her moneyman is. Who threatened her life. Maybe we could make some arrests here. Maybe we could find who the people at the top are and then we'd really have something.
SAMUELS: Lacey, personally I think that you are dreaming.
SAMUELS: Please, what are you saying, sir? We have to give up?
SAMUELS: No, that's not what I'm saying. What I'm saying is 'The little fish would be nice. The rough guys would be very nice and that er, Mr. Big would make my day!'. But I will settle for Mary Cole, safe and sound which is why I waste my valuable time here going begging for money for you two. And signing all these forms here in quadruplicate. There you go. A hundred dollars, courtesy NYPD. Have a good time.
MARY BETH: Thank you, sir.
CHRISTINE: You're all heart, Lieutenant. We couldn't get in the door with a hundred dollars!
SAMUELS: (taking back the forms) I thought you said it was small time action. (amending the forms) All right. Two hundred dollars. OK? Don't spend it all on one place. ...Lacey, you watch. Cagney, you play. Cagney, it wouldn't hurt if you won.
CHRISTINE: Gonna keep a percentage? A little leverage off the top.
SAMUELS: Get out of here, the both of yous.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
[Fifth Street Social and Athletic Club]
(Mary Beth, dressed up, is playing roulette. Chris comes in, more casually dressed)
MARY BETH: (receiving a pile of winning chips) Thank you.
(she places her bet)
CROUPIER #1: Here we go. Place your bets.
(Chris joins a blackjack game. She hands over a bunch of dollar bills. The croupier counts them out)
CROUPIER #2: One hundred.
(the roulette wheel spins)
MARY BETH: (to a gambler to her left) I always bet my husband's birthday date for luck.
CROUPIER #1: Eleven. The winner.
(the croupier pushes across the winnings to Mary Beth. A man comes up and stands on Mary Beth's right watching the action)
MARY BETH: Oh, what do you know?! (she scoops up her winnings. To the gambler) And now twenty-two. That's our anniversary. (to the croupier) Excuse me, sir. Can I bet more than one number?
(Chris loses her game)
CHRISTINE: (to her croupier) Mary been in tonight?
CROUPIER #2: Mary who?
CHRISTINE: Mary Cole.
CROUPIER #2: Don't know her. Do you wanna hit?
(Isbecki is preening himself)
COLEMAN: Hey, out big with Jennifer tonight? You two are a real item, aren't ya?
ISBECKI: Oh, come on, leave me alone. I'm trying to comb my hair.
PETRIE: Where are you taking her, Victor?
PETRIE: Around? Rangers' game?
PETRIE: Er, look, there's this new place in Little Italy. Romantic. Wine in wicker basket. Candlelight.
COLEMAN: Come on, Petrie, Isbecki's idea of fine dining is all you can eat. Four ninety-five.
ISBECKI: Hey! Will you guys knock it off? Huh? (looking at a photo Coleman is holding) What have we got over here?
COLEMAN: An art show.
ISBECKI: Hey, look at this!
PETRIE: (grabbing the photo) Kinetic sculpture. The historic application of the paper clip in conceptual art.
COLEMAN: It's breakthrough post-modernistic expression.
ISBECKI: (taking the photo) Yeah, like you.
COLEMAN: (after Isbecki has left) Touchy. Touchy.
[Fifth Street Social and Athletic Club]
CROUPIER #2: Twenty-one.
(Chris, who is just watching, leaves the table)
MARY BETH: (to the gambler) Oh no, you're kidding! I win again! Ha! Oh, this must be my lucky night. Boy, I wish Mary was here. She would have loved it. That's really hot.
CHRISTINE: (to the watcher on Mary Beth's right) Excuse me. (the watcher moves off. To Mary Beth) Do you wanna buy me a drink, ...Dora.
MARY BETH: (to her croupier) Oh, thank you very much. (she scoops her winnings into Chris's cupped hands) Thank you.
(the duo moves to the bar)
BARTEDER: What'll it be, ladies?
CHRISTINE: Two Scotches.
MARY BETH: Tom Collins, please.
CHRISTINE: She's buying.
(to Mary Beth, who is counting her winnings) Listen, you couldn't lend me fifty bucks until the banks open?
MARY BETH: Oh, sure.
(she gives her one counter which Chris looks at disapprovingly)
CHRISTINE: So, what did you get on your friend?
MARY BETH: Nothing. There was a lot of friendless people. How about you?
CHRISTINE: I got a loan shark who works this place. Get this. A dry cleaning store.
MARY BETH: You are amazing. We'll get him in the morning, huh?
CHRISTINE: Yeah, first thing. Do you know you're probably the only person in this room that's winning?
MARY BETH: You should try number eleven. That's Michael's birthday. I won thirty-six dollars on that one.
CHRISTINE: I'm playing blackjack!
MARY BETH: Oh. Twenty-one, huh?
CHRISTINE: Yeah. I keep getting twenty-two. Let's give it another half-hour. If she doesn't show up, we'll call it a night. All right?
MARY BETH: OK. Chris, can you explain to me about the zero and the double-zero.
(Isbecki pulls up in his car outside the entrance to Jennifer's tenement. He has a bunch of flowers)
(he hears female screaming and rushes up the stairs. The screaming is coming from Jennifer's apartment. Isbecki kicks in the door)
(Jennifer is on the floor struggling under a man. Isbecki drags the man off)
JENNIFER ATKINS: (as Isbecki bashes him against the wall until he is senseless) Stop it!!! Stop it!!!
(an ambulance and two patrol cars are there)
(she is sitting on the settee. Isbecki hands her a drink)
JENNIFER ATKINS: Thank you.
DETECTIVE: I want to hear her statement ...and yours.
DETECTIVE: No. Better if we do it now.
ISBECKI: Can't you see, she's real upset.
DETECTIVE: All right. We'll be at the precinct.
(the detective leaves. Isbecki sits beside Jennifer)
ISBECKI: Hey, don't worry. I'll get you through this as quick as possible. ...Hey. Hey, come on, (taking her hand) it's all over. (putting his arm round her) He's not gonna bother you anymore.
JENNIFER ATKINS: Don't!
ISBECKI: I just wanted to hold you.
JENNIFER ATKINS: I'm sorry. I just don't want to be touched right now.
(Isbecki removes his arm)
MARY BETH: Mr. Simmons?
SIMMONS: Yeah, what can I do for you ladies?
CHRISTINE: Detectives Cagney and Lacey, Fourteenth Squad.
SIMMONS: Oh, ...well, nice to meet you ladies.
SIMMONS: At Simmons there's always a discount for New York's Finest.
MARY BETH: Oh yeah! Do you also give discounts to the ladies from the Fifth Street Social and Athletic Club, Mr. Simmons?
SIMMONS: I've never heard of that place. (pointing to Mary Beth's coat) Hey, you should leave this here. I could get this spot off for you.
CHRISTINE: Do you wanna cut the song and dance, Simmons? You're a loan shark. And we have reason to believe that you have a client by the name of Mary Cole who's in need for about fifty thousand dollars. Now it's not our intention or our desire to close your business down. All we want to know is where we can find her.
SIMMONS: I really wish I could help you ladies, but in the first place I'm not a loan shark. In the second place I never heard of this woman. In the third place if I had if I had fifty thousand dollars... Woo, hoo! Would I be sweating my life away in a dump like this?
CHRISTINE: We're not stupid, pal.
MARY BETH: What if she was into you for five thousand? Maybe you'd discount the mark up and sell it to someone who was willing to take a bigger risk.
SIMMONS: Ha, ha, ha. You girls have been watching too many cops and robbers movies!
CHRISTINE: Don't get slick with me, mister!
SIMMONS: Hey, ladies, come on, look around ya, will ya! I'm a dry cleaner!
MARY BETH: Hey, Mr. Simmons, you look over here. My partner is getting very impatient. Now I'm gonna lay it on the line for you. OK? Some goon is going after Mary Cole and we wanna know who that someone is.
SIMMONS: In the first place, like I told ya, I am not a loan shark! And in the second place, like I told ya, I don't know anything about your friend. And in the third place, I don't know any goons. I don't know anybody who knows any goons. I'm a dry cleaner. Get it?
CHRISTINE: Well I hope that you know somebody who knows somebody who knows these goons, because we're coming back. And if anything happens to Mary Cole you will be opening a new branch on Rikers Island. Do you get it?
(Mary Beth wipes a spot off his waistcoat and they leave)
SAMUELS: Are you sure he's a shark?
CHRISTINE: I got his name from a guy who was losing his shirt at the blackjack table.
SAMUELS: Oh, by the way, how did you make out?
MARY BETH: (taking a bunch of dollar bills out of her handbag) Well, actually sir, we covered our expenses.
SAMUELS: Covered your expenses! You made a profit. What a girl, Cagney!
CHRISTINE: Well, actually...
MARY BETH: You should have seen her, sir. Nothing but twenty-ones.
CHRISTINE: Well, it's ...nothing, Lieutenant.
SAMUELS: Nothing! What are you talking... You saved the taxpayer two hundred dollars.
CHRISTINE: Well, thank you, Lieutenant.
SAMUELS: Look, about this shark. We can pull him in. Lean on him a bit.
(Coleman comes in)
COLEMAN: Excuse me, Lieutenant. Do you wanna hear about a new case. We've got a Jane Doe behind a building on Chambers Street near West Broadway.
CHRISTINE: Got an ID?
COLEMAN: Body's not in the best of condition.
CHRISTINE: (to Mary Beth) It may not be her.
SAMUELS: Do you want it?
MARY BETH: We'll take it, sir.
[Alley behind Chambers Street]
ASSISTANT MEDICAL EXAMINER: You know who you're looking for, right?
CHRISTINE: Yes we can make a visual ID.
(the body is wheeled up on a trolley)
ASSISTANT MEDICAL EXAMINER: The body was found in this garbage dustbin. It looks like she's been here a couple of days.
MARY BETH: How bad is it?
ASSISTANT MEDICAL EXAMINER: Nothing you wanna look at before breakfast. I've gotta say, this one's not too bad. ...Really, it's not too bad ...as long as you know what you're looking for.
(they look at the body. Mary Beth turns away)
CHRISTINE: Thank you.
ASSISTANT MEDICAL EXAMINER: Well?
CHRISTINE: Her name is Mary Cole. C, O, L, E.
[Detectives' Squad room]
(Isbecki screws up a sheet of paper he has been typing)
PETRIE: Are you OK?
PETRIE: Hey, come on Victor, it's not the end of the world.
ISBECKI: She just er... (he gets up) Excuse me.
(Coleman has to dodge Isbecki as he goes out)
COLEMAN: What's the matter with Isbecki? Did someone steal his Barry Manilow records? (Petrie just stares at him) What's the matter? Did I say something wrong?
PETRIE: Jennifer packed up and went back to Virginia this morning.
[Alley behind Chambers Street]
MARY BETH: How do you know what I said to her, Christine? On that ledge, you know, I... Well, when she came into that room, I thought she wanted to be alive again.
CHRISTINE: She didn't shoot herself. She was murdered.
MARY BETH: You save somebody's life, you're responsible for it forever.
CHRISTINE: Nobody forced her to gamble, Mary Beth! Nobody forced that woman to live in a rat hole and borrow money from loan sharks. She chose the kind of life that she got into and there's not a damn thing you could have done about it.
MARY BETH: No, I should have done something more. I should have gone and seen her in the hospital. Or I could have phoned up there or something. I don't know what I said to her.
CHRISTINE: I know what you said to her. You told her she wasn't a super woman. You told her she was human! And I'm saying that to you! And you told her to think about her husband and er, kids.
MARY BETH: Yeah, right. I wanna do something, Christine. I wanna go to her funeral.
CHRISTINE: I don't do funerals!
MARY BETH: No. You don't have to go.
CHRISTINE: Fine. Thank you.
MARY BETH: Hey, Chris. Give me the keys.
CHRISTINE: What for?
MARY BETH: Give me the keys. I'm driving!
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, get your head together here!
MARY BETH: Get in the car!
(the car charges out of the alley into the road, horn blowing)
MARY BETH: (coming in) Get out of way! Get out of my way! Move!!
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, calm down!
(Mary Beth is throwing finished dry cleaning off the racks)
SIMMONS: Hey, what are you doing?! What's the matter with you?!
MARY BETH: (pointing a spiked umbrella at Simmons) You're dead, bozo.
SIMMONS: I told ya I don't know the lady. I never heard of her. (backing away from the spike in his face) I got nothing to do with that lady?
MARY BETH: Yes.
CHRISTINE: Mr. Simmons, I have never seen my partner quite this upset. ...It's murder now, with special circumstances. It's a capital sentence in New York.
MARY BETH: Yeah, somebody's gotta pay for it, but you're the only name I got.
SIMMONS: Listen, I didn't do anything. I didn't.
CHRISTINE: Well, tell us who did.
SIMMONS: Well, how should I know?! In the first place, I'm not a shark. In the second place...
MARY BETH: Shut your mouth! In the first place I don't care! (as he continues to avoid the spike) In the second place I don't care! In the third place I don't care!
SIMMONS: Look. you're gonna put me out of business here.
MARY BETH: You're already out of business courtesy of the NYPD.
SIMMONS: I really don't know anything, I swear.
MARY BETH: Huh?!
SIMMONS: It's all done with contacts. Cut-off men. I don't know anybody big.
CHRISTINE: Well, give us a contact.
SIMMONS: If I do that, I'm a dead man. Now, come on, you saw what happened to Mary Cole.
MARY BETH: You knew her, didn't ya?!!!
SIMMONS: I wanna talk to my lawyer!!!
CHRISTINE: He learns fast. Could have spread the word. And he names names.
MARY BETH: Yeah.
SIMMONS: Oh, my God, you know what they're gonna do to me!!!
CHRISTINE: We have an alternative. We have a witness protection plan.
MARY BETH: No, he don't qualify. He doesn't wanna be a witness.
CHRISTINE: Oh, too bad.
SIMMONS: I er... The only name I know is the name I deal with. Fletcher.
CHRISTINE: Fine. We'll take it, one name at a time.
MARY BETH: Good. He got it.
[Detectives' Squad room]
(Mary Beth is typing)
CHRISTINE: (into phone) Thirty, forty-five minutes tops. ...Yeah. ...Sorry, I've been tied up. ...OK. ...What? ...Six-thirty. ...All right, I'll see you then. ...Goodbye.
CHRISTINE: You can finish that DD5 in the morning.
MARY BETH: Christine, you go ahead. I'm almost finished.
CHRISTINE: You sure?
MARY BETH: Mm hm.
CHRISTINE: We're gonna find him, Mary Beth. We're gonna start using the name. We're gonna start putting some heat on people.
MARY BETH: Yeah.
CHRISTINE: Well, I'll see you in the morning then.
MARY BETH: Good night, Chris.
CHRISTINE: Good night, Victor.
(Isbecki hears Mary Beth typing and goes across and sits looking at her)
MARY BETH: What's on your mind, Victor?
ISBECKI: Oh, I just wanted to tell you... I hear you've got a lead on the Mary Cole homicide. ...Nice going.
MARY BETH: Thank you.
MARY BETH: Is there something on your mind, Victor?
MARY BETH: I heard about your friend. I'm sorry.
ISBECKI: How did you hear about it?
MARY BETH: Small precinct.
ISBECKI: Yeah. Ah, she'll come back for the trial. (he gets up) Who knows. Maybe...
MARY BETH: Yeah.
ISBECKI: (sitting down again) I never met anybody like her before. She was delicate. Like a ...skeleton. Well, I guess it was too much for her. I tried to tell her there were good things in the city too. I tried to protect her. I even installed a dead-bolt lock on her door. I er... (he gets up) I never even touched her, Lacey.
MARY BETH: I think you're wrong.
(Isbecki goes back to his desk)