Rules of the Game
Original Airdate: January 28, 1985

[Detectives' Squad room]

CHRISTINE: You've gotta be kidding, Coleman. Two plastic ashtrays! You're not even being reasonable. (to Petrie) Is that your ashtray?
PETRIE: Yes, it is.
COLEMAN: Who said life was reasonable, Cagney? The serial number doesn't match the one that was assigned here.
PETRIE: I know, I switched with Isbecki.
CHRISTINE: Twenty years hard labour.
COLEMAN: What you disorganised slobs fail to realise is this, and I quote, NYPD regulation number five C three-oh-one requires 'A quarterly inventory to confirm all department-issue goods are present as assigned'. That means no trading, kiddies.
PETRIE: Yellow is Isbecki's new, favourite colour.
COLEMAN: What are those ashtrays coloured for Cagney?
CHRISTINE: I don't even smoke, Coleman! It's only two plastic ashtrays, Coleman. How am I supposed to know... Here's one!
COLEMAN: Wrong serial number. Look here, you've gotta figure it out. The point is that all issue not in use is to return to the Property Clerks Department. You understand. In other words, if you can't come up with the goods, you have to reimburse the Department. It's that simple.
ISBECKI: Looks like you're gonna have to ice Bloomingdale's account this month, Cagney.
CHRISTINE: Oh, what a shame, Victor, and I had such a nice birthday present picked out for you.
ISBECKI: Really?
CHRISTINE: Underwear. With days of the week on it. Studded in rhinestones.
ISBECKI: I'll tell you what, Cagney. I'm gonna save my Missing Fridays just for you.
CHRISTINE: Oh, I wouldn't want you to deprive Bon Bon.
MARY BETH: (coming up) Samuels wants to see us.
COLEMAN: Can you believe Coleman? He's hyperventilating over pencil stubs.
MARY BETH: Oh, give the Sergeant a break, he's doing his job.

[Samuels' office]

SAMUELS: Are you two ready to handle a very hot potato? (handing Mary Beth a sheet of paper) The reward for which is ...you get to keep your jobs.
MARY BETH: Oh, it sounds like a very good incentive for me, sir.
CHRISTINE: It's certainly an offer we can't refuse.
SAMUELS: Right. Do you know about the murder of the Hungarian diplomat?
MARY BETH: I read the papers, sir.
SAMUELS: Well, what the papers didn't tell ya, the political pressure we're getting to solve this one fast. Even the FBI's got their nose in on it, and er, Captain Jack Hennessey of the Twenty-first has been assigned to head up a special task force. You two got lucky.
MARY BETH: How so, sir?
SAMUELS: Well, Hennessey is the rising star in the department. Captain at thirty-five. Now he's bucking for Deputy Inspector.
CHRISTINE: That's great! High flyer!
SAMUELS: I don't know why? Ask him when you meet him. Number one Police Plaza, eleven AM this morning.
MARY BETH: Thank you, sir.
CHRISTINE: Thanks again.
MARY BETH: (to Chris as they leave the office) I hate this dress. Why did I wear this dress?

[Police Headquarters briefing room]

HENNESSEY: Mr. and Mrs. Laslo Tabori exited the Blue Danube restaurant at nine-thirty on the evening of April three. They were accosted by a gunman, who without provocation or warning, shot Mr. Tabori straight through the heart, stole his wallet and ran. Now one thing that we've got going for us is that there were six witnesses in the vicinity, in addition to Mrs. Tabori. Two other couples and an off-duty waiter who witnessed the crime. Now what we have on our hands here appears to be a random cold-blooded...
(an officer raises his fingers and clicks them)
HENNESSEY: Well, I did say 'appears', Frank. Gentlemen, let me intro... ...and ladies. Excuse me.
CHRISTINE: Detectives.
HENNESSEY: I stand corrected, Detective, and am duly chastised. Mr. Frank Oppenheimer, our liaison officer from the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Frank, do have anything you wanna add?
OPPENHEIMER: I think it's imperative that we don't lose sight of the really real potential of political motivation in this case.
HENNESSEY: Well, I'd say it's a little early to focus in on any one angle, wouldn't you say?
OPPENHEIMER: We know this man was a freedom fighter in nineteen fifty-six and turned on his compatriots. A lot of angle there.
HENNESSEY: As I say, we have quite a list of possibilities. Detectives, your assignments read as follows. Feinstein and Hubble, you'll head up the decoy team. Cagney, you'll partner with me, field investigation. Lacey, you'll be the liaison officer here at Headquarters. (the duo looks at one another) Jarvis and Molares, you'll... (Mary Beth raises her hand) Yes?
MARY BETH: Pardon me, sir. but I was wondering if you could get a uniformed officer to handle the office and then I would be available for the fieldwork.
HENNESSEY: No. Detective Lacey, I appreciate your suggestion, but I've put you exactly where I want you. You see, I need a trained detective who understands procedures and priorities to evaluate the witness statements and field reports. ...Now, Jarvis and Molares, you'll be checking out the gang activity in the area. Dolan and Moore,...

[Hungarian Embassy office]

(Mrs. Tabori finishes looking through a book of mug shots and shakes her head. Chris is watching)
HENNESSEY: Well, why don't you keep the book for a couple of days and study it, just to be sure.
MRS. TABORI: I have already told you, it happened too fast.
HENNESSEY: But you are sure he was Caucasian?
MRS. TABORI: I think so. Maybe a Puerto Rican.
CHRISTINE: Did he speak with an accent?
MRS. TABORI: He said nothing.
HENNESSEY: You said he was about thirty?
MRS. TABORI: Young.
HENNESSEY: Average weight and height?
MRS. TABORI: Yes. I didn't get a very good look at him. Now if you'll excuse me, please, I have much packing to do.
HENNESSEY: Mrs. Tabori, we would appreciate it if you wouldn't leave town until we get all this wrapped up.
MRS. TABORI: You must realise, this has been very unpleasant for me. There isn't much I can do here. Please understand.
HENNESSEY: Thank you very much.

[Hungarian Embassy corridor]

CHRISTINE: So what do you think? Traumatised. Or she just doesn't like Americans.
HENNESSEY: Well, right now I'd say, all of the above. What do say we compare notes over a couple of beers?
CHRISTINE: Find a place that has peanuts on the side, you're on! The kind that are roasted in the shell.
HENNESSEY: In the shell.
CHRISTINE: Yeah. Salted.
HENNESSEY: Salted in the shell?
CHRISTINE: Yes.

[Laceys' kitchen]

(Mary Beth is getting dinner ready)
HARVEY: I'm furious, Mary Beth. Time is passing by. We're not getting any younger.
MARY BETH: Harvey, you're depressing me.
HARVEY: I just think we're kidding ourselves if we do not face up to the fact that we are not gonna be here forever.
MARY BETH: Do you know, when you last started getting morbid like this, Pa's daddy died.
HARVEY: That's exactly what I'm talking about. One of us could be next. Do you know that if you don't leave a will, the State could take everything? Our money, Mary Beth. They'll do the lousy sewer or something.
MARY BETH: Harve, the kind of money we've got, they'll be lucky if they get a drainpipe.
HARVEY: Yeah, well all I know it's our money and our stuff and I don't want the lousy government sticking their nose into who gets it.
MARY BETH: We're not exactly Rockefeller here Harve. Now what have we got that anybody could be interested in?
HARVEY: What about the golden candlestick? What are you gonna do with it.
MARY BETH: Oh, I don't know. Leave it to Eileen in Chicago.
HARVEY: Eileen? She's your third cousin.
MARY BETH: Well, my second cousin, once removed.
HARVEY: You've never even met her!
MARY BETH: I know, but my mother left her the other one.
HARVEY: Mary Beth, it is solid gold!
MARY BETH: What is Harve Jr. and Michael gonna do with one candlestick? Break it in half.
HARVEY: So they go down to the antique store and sell it. It's the same thing your second cousin from Chicago would do if she got her hands on it! ...Now, what about my bowling trophies?
MARY BETH: Oh, well I thought that we would bequeath those to the Museum of Natural History, Harve. (shouting to the kids that the meal is ready) Come on, guys!

[Bar]

CHRISTINE: So far what we have on this are the MO's of those muggers operating on the Lower East Side.
HENNESSEY: Could be. Good decision I made to bring you in on this task force.
CHRISTINE: I'm happy to be here.
HENNESSEY: I've had my eye on you for a long time, Cagney. You're known for a good clean collar.
CHRISTINE: Thank you.
HENNESSEY: No question in my mind. I like to work with winners, Cagney. People on the move.
CHRISTINE: You're moving pretty fast yourself, Captain. I heard about your promotion.
HENNESSEY: Mm hm. Correction. Recommendation for promotion. Final word on that won't be down for a few weeks.
CHRISTINE: According to the grapevine I heard it was no contest.
HENNESSEY: You can't believe everything you get on the grapevine. For instance the word came down that you could be a pretty hard-headed prima donna to work with. Am I wrong? But I'd say that any kind of ambitious female is gonna be fair game for that comment. Especially the attractive ones. It doesn't bother me. I can handle the temperament with the talent. (Chris makes a shy response to the compliment) Besides I used to get the same kind of shots when I was an up-and-comer. (picking up his glass) I'd say here's to a perfect partnership.
CHRISTINE: (picking up her glass) To Jack Hennessey, Deputy Inspector.
HENNESSEY: Wait a minute! What about equal opportunity here? Here's to Chris Cagney, er, what?
CHRISTINE: To Christine Cagney, first woman Chief of Detectives.
HENNESSEY: This case could make a difference.
(they drink the toasts)

[Manhattan street outside of bar]

CHRISTINE: Thank you for a great night.
HENNESSEY: It's only just begun.
CHRISTINE: (whistling) Taxi!
HENNESSEY: Hey, hold on, I'll give you a lift home.
CHRISTINE: Oh no, you don't want to go to Soho at this hour. Taxi!
HENNESSEY: Oh, next time then.
CHRISTINE: (as the cab pulls up) I'll have the ballistics report ready for you by Friday.
HENNESSEY: Monday morning's fine.
CHRISTINE: (getting in the cab) You got it!
HENNESSEY: (putting his head in the cab) There's one thing you can do for me by Friday.
CHRISTINE: What's that?
HENNESSEY: You can check the time and the place for me to take you to dinner.
CHRISTINE: Well, thanks but I've got plans.
HENNESSEY: I'll warn ya, I won't take no for an answer. Good night.
CHRISTINE: Good night. (to the cab driver) Soho please.

[Police Headquarters briefing room]

(Oppenheimer is handing newspapers to the task force}
OPPENHEIMER: Albanian. ...Romanian.
HENNESSEY: Yeah, I'm a little rusty on that Romanian, Frank. Could you give us the short of it here?
OPPENHEIMER: Profit, of course. The Communist Press is having a field day with this incident. According to them and I quote here (taking out his notebook) 'No one is safe in the crime-infested jungles of the Capitalist swamps'. I'm telling ya, they're manipulating this for their own political advantage.
HENNESSEY: No question. But also there's still no evidence to indicate that this is anything other than a street mugging.
MARY BETH: Captain.
HENNESSEY: Lacey.
MARY BETH: With due respect, sir, I think maybe we're overlooking the possibility that something else could be behind this. I mean, maybe some personal motivation that we haven't considered.
HENNESSEY: Like what?
MARY BETH: Well, if I knew that, sir, the case would be solved right now.
HENNESSEY: What am I dealing with here? Woman's intuition?
MARY BETH: No sir, I was presenting another possibility, that's all.
HENNESSEY: Well, just let's say until there's some hard facts to back it up, this Captain's intuition says you're barking up the wrong tree.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
HENNESSEY: All right, that's it. Let's get on with it. ...Detective Cagney, I want to see you in my office.

[Hennessey's office]

HENNESSEY: First ...I thought of sushi and saki. I don't just want us to eat at a bar. And then I decided on sauerkraut and beer, but that's not classy enough. Not for you. Finally I came up with ...pasta! It's nice and romantic. The candlelight to bounce off those deep blue eyes of yours.
CHRISTINE: Captain Hennessey,...
HENNESSEY: Oh, come on. Jack, ...remember. We've gotta get serious about this. Friday night's getting closer.
CHRISTINE: Jack. I've already told you that I have plans.
HENNESSEY: Now, well, look, if those plans are with some other guy, then I'm just gonna keep you working late, and then you're gonna have to stand him up and settle for me.
CHRISTINE: No, that isn't it. I've...
HENNESSEY: Or if the Lieutenant's bugging you about reports, I'll get you out of it. What are bosses for?
CHRISTINE: The truth is, Jack, I don't believe in mixing business with pleasure.
HENNESSEY: Anymore. What that sounds like is that I'm paying for some other cop's mistakes. I don't think that's fair, do you?
CHRISTINE: Well, you're not the only one disappointed with the timing.
HENNESSEY: Well, when?
CHRISTINE: Maybe when the case is over. OK? I should get to those calls. Excuse me.

[Precinct House front desk]

ISBECKI: (talking to Coleman) There's a big one in paper clips and there's a small one in paper clips. (Mary Beth comes in) Well look who's here! One of the special task force honchos.
MARY BETH: Passing through, guys. (to Coleman who is trying to talk to her) Not now, Sergeant.

[Detectives' Squad room]

ISBECKI: You don't have time for the old gang...
MARY BETH: Knock it off, Victor. OK?!
ISBECKI: You see, Serge, she never used to talk that way.
COLEMAN: Hold up a minute.
MARY BETH: No, I've looking for my clinic set. I've gotta get there before the clinic closes.
COLEMAN: Did you know your trashcan's missing?
MARY BETH: I share with Cagney.
COLEMAN: Well, Cagney says that one's hers, so yours is missing.
PETRIE: Two dozen yellow pads present and accounted for, sir!
COLEMAN: I've got you down for four.
PETRIE: I used a couple.
MARY BETH: It must be in my locker.
COLEMAN: Your trashcan!
MARY BETH: I don't know where my trashcan is, Sergeant. Maybe I never had a trashcan. Maybe my trashcan was stolen. Maybe I threw it away. I hope I threw it away.
(Mary Beth goes to the locker room)
ISBECKI: (to Coleman) Here is an interesting question. How do you throw away a trashcan?
COLEMAN: Very existential, Victor. Very existential.

[Manhattan street]

(in the evening, Chris is walking with Hennessey)
CHRISTINE: I think I may be allergic to police authority.
HENNESSEY: It's only a matter of time. Patience, kid! Patience.
CHRISTINE: It's not my strong suit.
HENNESSEY: Oh, look at it this way. Investigation is just like any other game. You find just enough time to find just the right opening. It's all strategy. How do you think I moved up so fast in the Department.
CHRISTINE: Using roller skates!
HENNESSEY: I targeted it by playing it smart. If you're serious about becoming the Chief of Detectives, you should learn the rules of the game.
CHRISTINE: I'm doing OK.
HENNESSEY: Oh yeah. You're telling me that you er, are not frustrated 'cos you haven't made the jump to Major Cases Squad yet. Let me tell you how to the big jump on the force. A few years back I was under this lieutenant. He was a real hard case. He wouldn't give me the time of day. (Chris giggles) I did my homework. I found out he was racquetball freak. So I boned up on my serve, just enough, so he still had the edge, and then I joined his club. He got to know me. I got to know him. Do you see what I mean?
CHRISTINE: Sure. Strategy.
HENNESSEY: No, it's more than that. It's relationships. Sometimes it pays to mix business with pleasure.
CHRISTINE: Where are we supposed to meet Alvarez?
HENNESSEY: Bayside. The witness says it's on his way home from work.
(they get into Hennessey's car)

[Restaurant in Bayside]

(there are three places laid at the table)
CHRISTINE: (with her notebook out) He said the gunman said something in a foreign language.
HENNESSEY: Oh, come on Chris, give it a rest.
(he takes her notebook, closes it and gives it back to her)
CHRISTINE: What time was our witness due?
HENNESSEY: Must have got tied up. Waiter, a Bourbon for me and for the lady here er, Scotch.
CHRISTINE: No. Nothing.
HENNESSEY: As now, consider yourself officially off-duty. Scotch. Do I call Mario. He normally recommends the veal parmigiana . It's nice and spicy.
CHRISTINE: You know this restaurant very well.
HENNESSEY: It's one of my favourite spots.
CHRISTINE: Our witness isn't coming at all is he?
HENNESSEY: OK, I confess, you caught me in the act.
CHRISTINE: You went to all this trouble just to take me out to dinner?
HENNESSEY: I warned you , I don't take no for an answer.
CHRISTINE: That's very flattering, Jack, but when I say 'No', I mean 'No'.
HENNESSEY: Ah, but sometimes you're open for a little friendly persuasion. Right?
CHRISTINE: Are you playing games with me.
HENNESSEY: Come on, Cagney, you don't have to act the tough cop with me. You can wear the pants in public. In private, with me, you can let 'em down.
CHRISTINE: You're way out of line, Captain.
HENNESSEY: I'm a man used to getting my own way, Detective.
CHRISTINE: Not with me.
HENNESSEY: I'm still your superior officer.
CHRISTINE: And this wasn't part of the job description. Excuse me.

[Laceys' bedroom]

(Harvey is sitting in bed holding a book open at the title page WRITE YOUR OWN WILL facing towards the bathroom)
MARY BETH: (coming out of the bathroom) I'm not getting in bed with that book, Harve.
HARVEY: It can't hurt you to read about it, Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: Have you any idea what type of mailing lists we're on now, thanks to that book? Here, look at this here. This is a kindly invitation from Oak Knoll Meadows to invest in our very own, quote, family estate and memorial crypt.
(she throws the letter to him)
HARVEY: Hey, wait a minute. Look at this. Free colour family portrait if we order within the next ten days.
MARY BETH: Not funny, Harve.
(she joins him in bed)
MARY BETH: I'm gonna read the New York State Penal Code.
HARVEY: I'm not gonna stay in bed with that book.
MARY BETH: Tough. You read your stuff, I'll read my stuff.
HARVEY: Mary Beth, this is important.
MARY BETH: Well, this is important too, Harve. This is five thousand dollars more a year more if I make sergeant.
HARVEY: Which will go directly to the State of New York if we die without a will. That's exactly what they wanna see. If you croak without a will (she collapses and they cuddle and laugh) they soak you with taxes.
MARY BETH: Honey...
HARVEY: (kissing her) They do, Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: They do. (kissing him back) They do ...in New York they're not staying up late at night trying to figure out how to get our money.
HARVEY: How do you know that?
HARVEY: Is this another one of your conspiracy theories?
HARVEY: This is not a conspiracy theory.
MARY BETH: Then what is it?
HARVEY: (kissing her) It's not.
MARY BETH: It is.
(the door bell goes)
MARY BETH: What is that?
HARVEY: I know what that is. That's the Rosillos complaining about the kids' stereo.

[Laceys' lounge]

MARY BETH: (hearing knocking) Hang on!
HARVEY: Ask who it is.
MARY BETH: (looking through the spy hole) Hold your horses, it's Chris. (opening the door) Hi ya.
HARVEY: Hi Chris.
CHRISTINE: Hi guys. I'm sorry to bother you.
MARY BETH: Come on in.
CHRISTINE: I've got this paranoid cabbie waiting downstairs who won't leave Queens without cash in advance. I need twenty-five dollars.
HARVEY: I've just cashed a cheque today.
CHRISTINE: Thank you, Harvey.
MARY BETH: Sit down. ...Sorry, Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: I noticed that you and Captain Hennessey ...headed out together this afternoon. What happened?
CHRISTINE: Nothing a cold shower wouldn't fix.
MARY BETH: Oh!!
CHRISTINE: Yup.
MARY BETH: He wouldn't even take you home?
CHRISTINE: I wouldn't give him the satisfaction! I just left him sitting there nursing his Bourbon and his bruised ego in the restaurant. The problem is I didn't have enough money for the cab fare to get back from Bayside.
MARY BETH: I'm glad we were home.
CHRISTINE: He's so damned presumptuous! One minute we're gonna be this great team and the next minute the guy's coming on like a ton of bricks.
HARVEY: There you go, kiddo.
CHRISTINE: Thanks, Harvey. I really appreciate it. I'll give Mary Beth the money on Monday.
HARVEY: No problem.
(the duo looks at each other)
HARVEY: I've got a book to read.
CHRISTINE: I'd better go.
MARY BETH: Frankly, Christine, I have to admit I'm not surprised.
CHRISTINE: I beg your pardon.
MARY BETH: Well, it's no secret that you've been the apple of this man's eyes since he brought us on the case.
CHRISTINE: He liked my work. What was I supposed to do?
MARY BETH: Make sure he knew that you weren't interested.
CHRISTINE: I never led this man on, Mary Beth!
MARY BETH: As long as he's clear about that.
CHRISTINE: What do you think I'm doing on your doorstep? Thanks for the money.
MARY BETH: (after Chris as she stalks out) Good night!

[Central Park]

HARVEY: Let's just make the decisions we need to.
MB Oh, Harve,...
HARVEY: We put the will in the safe deposit box and we forget about it.
MARY BETH: Do we have to talk about this today? It's a gorgeous day. The boys are with your mother and we're walking in the park here.
HARVEY: OK, OK, we won't talk about it today. We'll talk about it tomorrow. Right?
MARY BETH: Right. ...Harve, if I died, would you get married again?
HARVEY: Mary Beth, I thought we weren't gonna talk about this.
MARY BETH: I wish you would.
HARVEY: You wish I would what?
MARY BETH: Get married again.
HARVEY: Oh, come on, Mary Beth, it's a beautiful...
MARY BETH: No, I'm serious here, Harve. I would like to know that you are happy with somebody.
HARVEY: Well, you are a hard act to follow.
MARY BETH: And for the boys. The boys need a mother.
HARVEY: The boys? The boys. OK, I'll remarry for the boys.
MARY BETH: I wonder what type of woman you'd pick out. Honey blonde, huh? You always had a thing for blondes.
HARVEY: Redheads. I like redheads.
MARY BETH: Redheads are nice.
HARVEY: This is a ridiculous conversation.
MARY BETH: Blue eyes, little tiny waist.
HARVEY: No, no, I never went for blue eyes.
MARY BETH: And young too. Older men marry younger women, all the time.
HARVEY: Mary Beth, I am a mature man.
MARY BETH: Yeah, so you may as well go for it, Harve.
HARVEY: Go for it? OK, I'll go for it. I'll marry a twenty-three year-old blonde with blue eyes and a very narrow waist. Are you happy?
(she has turned to face him and is walking backwards)
MARY BETH: Harve, if I die and you marry a twenty-three year-old bimbo ...I'll kill ya.
(they go off giggling)

[Police Headquarters task force office]

(the duo is working at desks facing each other. Hennessey comes in)
MARY BETH: Morning, sir.
CHRISTINE: (finishes writing a cheque) Here's the money. Thanks.
MARY BETH: Sure.
(Chris's phone goes)
CHRISTINE: (into phone) Cagney. ...Yes, Captain, I'll be right in.

[Hennessey's office]

HENNESSEY: You made a serious mistake, Cagney.
CHRISTINE: I don't think so, Captain.
HENNESSEY: I'm still your superior officer. A fact which seems to have slipped your mind. Now sit down! Where's the ballistics report?
CHRISTINE: I... I put it on your desk, Friday, before we left.
HENNESSEY: It's not here.
CHRISTINE: Well, I left it right on top.
HENNESSEY: This kind of negligence is very unprofessional.
CHRISTINE: (getting up) Look, I know what I did, I put the thing...
HENNESSEY: Sit down!!
CHRISTINE: Is this because of Friday night?
HENNESSEY: Friday night never happened. Now, I want that ballistics report on my desk by tonight, or else there are going to be serious repercussions. (dismissing her) Come on.

[Manhattan café]

SAMUELS: You've been moving in a man's world for a long time now. You should already know how to handle a guy who's er, trying to work his way into a good relationship. A good-looking woman like yourself. Just look at Isbecki, for crying out loud.
CHRISTINE: Victor? Come on. Look here. Victor jokes. This man is serious.
SAMUELS: What's the difference. They've both got the same thing on their minds.
CHRISTINE: There's a big difference! When a man's coming on to a woman, he sends her a bottle of wine, a couple of roses. He doesn't start messing with her mind and her career. I'm telling you, it's not about sex with this guy anymore, Lieutenant. He's in to power.
SAMUELS: That's a strong accusation.
CHRISTINE: You're damn right it is! I'm not imagining it!
SAMUELS: I'm not saying you are imagining it. You've gotta see... Well, I can understand how a guy might misread the situation. Now don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that you're leading the guy on. It's just that er, you know, men and women working together nowadays, sex coming out from behind closed doors. Things are different today. One minute a joke is sexy, the next minute it's sexist. Where do you draw the line?
CHRISTINE: I draw the line at blackmail. 'Cos that's exactly what he's doing. If I don't cooperate, all of a sudden my job gets tough. That isn't casual flirtation, that's sexual harassment.
SAMUELS: Do you think resigning from this task force is gonna solve your problem?
CHRISTINE: Don't you?!
SAMUELS: No. I mean, I'm gonna lay it on the line with you, Cagney. The minute that the Brass sees that you're resigning from a plumb assignment like this, your professional reputation's gonna take a nosedive. They're gonna question your commitment. Your devotion to duty and ...your qualifications for advancement.
CHRISTINE: So he still wins.
SAMUELS: Never mind him, you lose. That's the point. Cagney, listen to me, and listen to me good. I know you've got ambitions and I wanna see you get a chance to do something about them.
CHRISTINE: Well, thank you, Lieutenant. I'll have to deal with it myself.
(Chris gets up to leave)
SAMUELS: Hey, what you gonna do?!
CHRISTINE: I'll handle it.
(she leaves him wondering)

[Police Headquarters task force office]

OPPENHEIMER: Who've they got in there now?
MARY BETH: Al... Alvarez, the waiter from the restaurant.
OPPENHEIMER: Hennessey's wasting his time. We've run up against this kind of thing before. It's classic.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
OPPENHEIMER: Classic.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
OPPENHEIMER: I've seen it a thousand times before.
MARY BETH: (as Oppenheimer pulls up his chair beside her) Yes sir. Well um, what exactly is your projection on the case, sir?
OPPENHEIMER: It's simple. The boy fell from grace with his bosses and the Party bigwigs decided to kill two birds with one stone. Assassinate him here and make it appear it was an American assailant and darken the image of the United States. The problem is in a few days the only person who could break this case for us will be on their way back to Buda.
MARY BETH: You think that Mrs. Tabori is on this?
OPPENHEIMER: Oh, believe me, these governments have their methods. She wants to save her skin. She's been warned not to cooperate. Look what she said in her statement.
MARY BETH: As I remember, sir, she didn't say much of anything in her statement.
OPPENHEIMER: Exactly. Wouldn't you or any other normal woman have a lot to get off your chest if you'd seen your husband terminated in front of your eyes?
(he goes back to his desk. Chris comes in)
MARY BETH: Christine, Oppenheimer thinks...
HENNESSEY: Lacey, will you check out this ballistics report and see if you can find out any inconsistencies with the witness statements.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
HENNESSEY: (to Chris) I found it. It was buried under some old DD5's. Come on, we have to go over to the East Side and check out the decoy teams.
CHRISTINE: I have to finish Alvarez's statement.
HENNESSEY: No. Lacey can handle that. It's pretty clear. Come on, kid, get the lead out, we've got work to do.
MARY BETH: Excuse me a minute, Captain. Christine! The gunman said what?
CHRISTINE: I wrote it phonetically. Alvarez didn't understand a word so he just repeated sounds.
HENNESSEY: Check it out, Lacey.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
HENNESSEY: Come on.

[East Side street]

HENNESSEY: I think it's time we buried the hatchet. What do you say? I mean, I've got a lot on my mind lately. I know I've come down hard on you a little a couple of times. Let's wipe the slate. Take the afternoon off. Go and have a couple of beers. Talk it over.
CHRISTINE: Then what?
HENNESSEY: (putting his arm round her) We'll just take it as it comes.
CHRISTINE: (shaking him off) Cut it out!!!
HENNESSEY: (trying to grab her) Hey. lets stop playing games. Now you came on to me real friendly that first night when you thought I could grease the wheels for ya. Now you're playing the hysterical virgin when it's time to pay the bill.
CHRISTINE: What bill?!! I don't owe you anything for doing my job.
HENNESSEY: Oh, come on! There was more going on between us than this case and you know it.
CHRISTINE: I don't sleep my way to promotion.
HENNESSEY: Well, you sure go to a hell of a lot of trouble to advertise the merchandise for somebody who's not interested. We both know what you want.
CHRISTINE: I wanted exactly what I said! Strictly business as long as we're working together!
HENNESSEY: Well, what is it, Cagney? You like guys to beg for it. Is that what turns you on?
CHRISTINE: You'll never know, Hennessey.
HENNESSEY: Don't mess with me, Cagney! ...Come back here!! I'm still the one responsible for your evaluation on this job and don't you forget it!
CHRISTINE: (as she walks off) Cagney! ...Cagney!

[Police Headquarters Ladies room]

(Chris comes in to find Mary Beth, slams the door and throws her handbag down)
CHRISTINE: I've had it with that punk. (her voice is breaking) Would you look at me?
(Chris gets a handkerchief out of her handbag and something drops on the floor)
MARY BETH: I'll get it.
(Mary Beth holds up a lipstick)
CHRISTINE: Sorry. ...Thanks.
MARY BETH: Any guy I know?
CHRISTINE: (wiping her eyes and making her face up) Yeah, we're working for him. ...Do you know what hicks me off? I really thought I had this whole thing under control. I did everything that the women's magazine articles tell you you're supposed to do. Let 'em down gently. Make sure their precious egos... I was firm. I never faltered. Even in the beginning... It didn't make any difference anyway.
MARY BETH: OK. (pointing to the makeup) You don't need that stuff anyway. Ignore him, Christine.
CHRISTINE: I can't!!! I can't ignore him, Mary Beth. I tried... I'm just making sure I don't...
MARY BETH: What are you talking about?
CHRISTINE: I'm scared about my file. He could write down anything he wanted there and ...people would read it and think I'm a lousy cop!
MARY BETH: I wouldn't say that...
OPPENHEIMER [OC]: (knocking at the door) Lacey, are you in there?
MARY BETH: (shouting) Yes, I'm in here Agent Oppenheimer.
OPPENHEIMER [OC]: Some professor from City College on the phone. Something about some translation.
MARY BETH: Thank you, I'm coming. (to Chris) Are you gonna be all right?
CHRISTINE: Yeah.
MARY BETH: Yeah?
CHRISTINE: Yeah.

[Police Headquarters task force office]

MARY BETH: (into phone) Detective Lacey. ...Yes. (getting her notebook) Once again, please sir. ...Thank you very much, Professor Pavlav... Professor. ...Thank you.
(Chris comes in from the Ladies room)
MARY BETH: Christine. That was Professor Pavlav... Pavlavemy. He's the Head of Slavic Languages at City College.
CHRISTINE: Who.
MARY BETH: It wasn't Russian.
OPPENHEIMER: (overhearing) What wasn't Russian?
MARY BETH: The thing that Alvarez overheard. It's Hungarian. It translates, 'This is for you, my darling'.
CHRISTINE: So the gunman knew the Taboris.
MARY BETH: Apparently.

[Taboris' lounge at the Hungarian Embassy]

MARY BETH: Did you know the man who killed your husband, Mrs. Tabori?
MRS. TABORI: His name is Belo Bellasov. ...We were students together in Budapest. Laslo, Belo and I. We fought for the revolution. We were young. ...idealistic. We thought we could actually win. We were throwing stones at Russian tanks. They crushed us like an army of ants. Belo and I were planning to escape. We were lovers.
CHRISTINE: You and Bellasov?
MRS. TABORI: Yes. Laslo was jealous. He informed against Belo to save his own skin. As soon as I saw him outside that restaurant, I recognised him. And I knew exactly what he was going to do. And I don't blame him.
CHRISTINE: You don't blame the man that murdered your husband?
MRS. TABORI: No. It has always been a marriage of convenience. ...Don't you see, I had no choice? ...It's different for you here. Your choices are easier.

[Manhattan diner]

CHRISTINE: Do you know something, Mary Beth, (raising her coffee mug) you're one hell of a detective.
MARY BETH: Oh, what's the big deal. All I did was check on your report.
CHRISTINE: At least one of us has our heads on straight.
MARY BETH: Do you know what I think? I think that Captain Hennessey is gonna be very crabby that we broke this one. We beat him on his own turf, Christine.
CHRISTINE: Not yet I haven't. Not as long as he can hold my job over me.
MARY BETH: He can't do that!
CHRISTINE: He's made it pretty clear that he can, ...and he will. Either I come across or I get a negative rating on my evaluation report. ...He's not gonna get away with this. I got his number and I'm gonna use it. I've got it all planned. I'm gonna set him up. I'm gonna make him believe I'm going along with this and I'm gonna go to the Department as a voyeur and I'm gonna get him on tape, live and loud.
MARY BETH: That's illegal, Christine! That's entrapment.
CHRISTINE: No kidding. It couldn't happen to a nicer guy.
MARY BETH: No, Chris, you'll have to go through channels on this one. You have the law on your side. You file charges against him, discrimination charges for (looking around and lowering her voice) sexual harassment.
CHRISTINE: Do you think I haven't already considered that!
MARY BETH: Then do what you have to do. He's trying to use the system against you. You turn it right back on him!
CHRISTINE: It is not that simple, Mary Beth!! I'd be challenging my superior officer. It would be my word against his.
MARY BETH: And the Lieutenant's word. Right? Did you talked to him?
CHRISTINE: Yeah.
MARY BETH: Yeah, and Harve and I can testify when you had to come back from Bayside in a cab. You get a diary with dates and times that he came on to you.
CHRISTINE: And you'll help me if I do that? I'd get a rep for being a hard case for busting him. One of my 'Own'. Charlie always told that the one thing you never, never do is ...rat on another cop.
MARY BETH: This is not ratting on another cop. You're protecting your ...career.
CHRISTINE: The hell I am! I'm putting my career on the line! ...I'm jeopardising my future, Mary Beth. ...I don't know if I'm ready to do that.
MARY BETH: Well, yours is not the only future at stake here, Christine. Ten to one you are not the first female officer that he came on to. So are you gonna be the last one or not?

[Detectives' Squad room]

COLEMAN: (to Chris) Lieutenant wants to see you in the interview room.
MARY BETH: (getting up) What about?
COLEMAN: No idea. Just Cagney.

[Interview room]

(Hennessey is there)
KNELMAN: Ah, Detective Cagney. (motioning her to sit down beside Samuels) I think you know Captain Hennessey. I thought it would be a good idea if we could clear a little air here. Now let me be frank, I don't like the Department's dirty laundry aired in public. Fair, if the two of you have a problem, but I don't think either is prepared for the gaffe if this thing goes to trial. If you go forward with the charges you've filed, Detective Cagney, you're bringing your own character into question as much as the Captain's here. And Captain, I'm sure you'll recognise that just the implication of any wrong doing on your part will jeopardise your pending promotion to Deputy Inspector. ...As far as I can see, nobody wins.
HENNESSEY: Inspector, I'm surprised that ...a personal misunderstanding could have blown out of proportion like this. I mean... Basically the problem is ...the different sensibilities at work here. You know how the guys like to kid around and they ...kid around. And then they... But the women take it so seriously and then they get all worked up over er, ...nothing. Now in my book, Detective Cagney, deserves a top-notch evaluation for her outstanding performance on the Tabori case. I'm ready to back that up ...if she's just willing to drop her er ...complaint.
KNELMAN: That seems fair to me.
CHRISTINE: I've already made it clear to Captain Hennessey ...I don't trade favours ...or accept bribes.
KNELMAN: We're trying to work out a settlement here, Detective Cagney. One that both parties can live with.
CHRISTINE: Well, I can't live with it, Inspector. Captain Hennessey threatened me professionally if I didn't sleep with him. I call that blackmail. (to Hennessey) And I think you should answer that.
HENNESSEY: I don't have to sit here and...
KNELMAN: Sit down, Captain. (to Chris) There are times when personal ego and reputation need to be reconsidered for the benefit of the Department.
CHRISTINE: I think this suit is for the benefit of the Department, Inspector. Otherwise I wouldn't have filed the charges.
KNELMAN: And that's your final word?
CHRISTINE: (quietly) Yes.
KNELMAN: (getting up) Then I think we better stop wasting our time and get back to work.
(Knelman and Hennessey leave followed shortly after by Samuels who says nothing)

[Roof of the Laceys' apartment building]

(Mary Beth comes onto the roof and puts her arms round Harvey from behind)
HARVEY: Hi ya, baby.
MARY BETH: Michael said you were up here.
HARVEY: Yeah, I've just been thinking.
MARY BETH: Yeah, me too. And I think you're right, and we'll do the will.
HARVEY: (turning round and putting his arms round her) That's good, Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: We'll do it tonight.
HARVEY: Tomorrow night. Tonight ...we'll dance.
MARY BETH: Dance?
HARVEY: Tonight we dance because I've decided we are not gonna die. Do you know why?
MARY BETH: Why?
HARVEY: Because we love each other too much, that's why.
MARY BETH: Oh, Harve. That's the most romantic thing that you've ever said to me.
HARVEY: The second ...most romantic thing.
MARY BETH: Yeah? Well what was the first one? Huh?!
(he whispers in her ear and she giggles. He breaks out of the clinch)
MARY BETH: What? (there is a candle on a table) What is this?
HARVEY: It's the boys' portable record player.
(he lights the candle)
MARY BETH: Oh.
(he starts the record player)
HARVEY: May I have this dance?
(they dance. The recording is "WHEN WE'RE ALONE (PENTHOUSE SERENADE)" by Nat "King" Cole)
NAT "KING" COLE: "Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky. With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by. A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I. When we're alone. From all of society we'll stay aloof. And live in propriety there on the roof. Two heavenly hermits we will be in truth. When we're alone. We'll see life's mad pattern. As we view old Manhattan."

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