[Detectives' Squad room]
(Samuels' son, David, is waiting in the office. Petrie is looking in various filing cabinets. Isbecki follows him)
ISBECKI: I'm talking about that biological time bomb.
PETRIE: It can't last forever, Victor.
ISBECKI: I never thought that Bon Bon would turn on me like this.
PETRIE: That's women, Victor. They can be ...unpredictable.
PETRIE: Well, maybe she'll change her mind.
ISBECKI: Naw, it's too late. I've lost her. I can't believe she'd drop me for a CPA who wants to tie the knot. I mean, really, what can this guy possibly offer her that I can't?
PETRIE: Marriage. Love. Commitment.
ISBECKI: OK, OK. But what else?
(the duo is at their desks)
MARY BETH: I think the important word in this is 'passion'.
CHRISTINE: I intend doing this?
MARY BETH: We all have to work together.
CHRISTINE: What do think I should do? Break his legs.
MARY BETH: You look like your revving yourself up for it. (Joey Newman comes in. Chris leaps up) Oh boy.
CHRISTINE: I want my informant in here!
NEWMAN: I was walking down Fifth Avenue and he had an ounce of coke in his pocket.
CHRISTINE: Don't give me 'ounce of coke routine'! You brought him in here and got information unfairly. He did not want to talk to you!!
CHRISTINE: You ...messed ...with ...my ...informant!!! Newman, if anything happens to him out there on the streets, I'm the one who hears about it, not you!
NEWMAN: Don't worry about that, Sergeant, because I have already got you covered.
(as Newman tries to escape from her wrath, Chris pursues him across the room)
CHRISTINE: You've got me covered, damn it!!!
(Samuels comes into the room between her and Newman)
SAMUELS: Cagney, come hear a minute, I wanna talk to you. (as she moves towards the office) No come here. We'll talk over here.
MARY BETH: Good morning, sir.
SAMUELS: Oh, good morning.
MARY BETH: Your son is waiting for ya.
SAMUELS: (seeing him) OK. Oh yeah. Cagney, you see that lady at the door there. Well, she was outside the Station House, scared to come in here.
CHRISTINE: Why? What's the problem?
SAMUELS: Well, she went to a clinic this morning and a demonstrator prevented her from entering.
CHRISTINE: What, an abortion clinic?
SAMUELS: A woman's clinic! It doesn't make any difference whether she wanted to have an abortion or whether wanted to go in there to have a wart removed from her baby toe. She shouldn't have to explain this to anybody out the front!
CHRISTINE: Yes, Lieutenant.
SAMUELS: All right, so I want you to take Mrs. Herrera, over there, and escort her into the clinic and I want you to get some Uniforms over there as backup.
MARY BETH: Yes sir. Oh no, Lacey, you stay here and finish up the paperwork on the Chandlers' case.
CHRISTINE: He's right, Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: With respect, sir, does this have to do with me being pregnant?
SAMUELS: Well, you know, er, it's just not an ordinary situation. I wanna keep a lid on this because abortion demonstrations, you know, they can blow out of control. ...Fast! It could be dangerous.
MARY BETH: With respect again, sir, you said you were gonna have Uniforms there in case there was any trouble. Right?
SAMUELS: Yeah, yeah, But, I'm thinking more, Lacey, about your condition. You know it could er, provoke these people more.
MARY BETH: Or it might help, sir, you never know. I would like to assist Mrs. Herrera.
SAMUELS: All right, but be careful! And be tactful, the both of yous! Do ya hear? You make those people understand that they have no right to interfere with anybody coming in and going out. Clear!!
MARY BETH: Thank you, sir.
DAVID SAMUELS: Hey Dad, how's it going.
(they shake hands)
SAMUELS: Yeah. It's been all right. Good to see you, son. It's been a long time.
DAVID SAMUELS: It's been a few months.
SAMUELS: Yeah, well, like I say. So, what are you doing with yourself now? Huh? Are you still waiting on table over at that spaghetti joint?
DAVID SAMUELS: One of the best Italian restaurants in New York, Dad.
SAMUELS: That's good. Save some money. Put yourself back into school.
DAVID SAMUELS: I've put that on hold right now, Dad.
SAMUELS: Mm hm.
DAVID SAMUELS: Dad, I've got married.
SAMUELS: (a long pause) Congratulations, son.
DAVID SAMUELS: Oh, I just wanted you to know.
SAMUELS: Well, that's very good ...and thanks. I'm glad you wanted me to know. I would have been just as happy to hear about it before it happened!
DAVID SAMUELS: I thought you'd be angry! Look, just let's get the whole thing out in the open.
SAMUELS: It doesn't matter.
DAVID SAMUELS: First of all, she's not Jewish. I met her at the restaurant. She was the cashier. She wasn't able to support herself after her divorce.
SAMUELS: Ho! What? I'm punch drunk already. What... What, you got some more news for me?
DAVID SAMUELS: She's six years older than I am.
SAMUELS: Ho! OK! David, keep 'em coming! Keep 'em coming. What the hell. I'm on the ropes already. Come on. Keep 'em coming. There's gotta be something else. Huh? I know what. You got her in trouble too! Right?!
DAVID SAMUELS: Oh, what's the use? You're always gonna think the worst!
SAMUELS: (as David opens the door to leave) Hey! Wait a second! What do you expect from me?!
DAVID SAMUELS: That's why you weren't at the wedding.
(he storms out)
[Manhattan street outside West Side Women's Clinic]
(the duo arrives outside and get out. Uniforms are already there. The demonstrators with placards are parading up and down)
CHRISTINE: All right. Do you wanna back up here?! You are allowed to demonstrate. You do not have the right to block entry to the clinic!
(as Mary Beth escorts Mrs. Herrera from the car a campaigner, Arlene Crenshaw, moves in)
ARLENE CRENSHAW: You are carrying your own child, perfectly healthy. How can you help murder an unborn baby?
MARY BETH: Excuse me, Ma'am, I'm an officer of the law and this lady's going inside.
ARLENE CRENSHAW: (putting her hand across Mrs. Herrera) No. Stop! Think about what you are doing before it is too late.
CHRISTINE: (coming up) Move away, lady,
(Chris restrains Arlene Crenshaw who continues to shout after Mrs. Herrera and Mary Beth)
ARLENE CRENSHAW: (to Chris as she goes to follow the other two) Officer! Officer! My name is Arlene Crenshaw and yours is?
CHRISTINE: Sergeant Cagney from the Fourteenth.
ARLENE CRENSHAW: (writing it down on her clipboard) Cagney. Did they send you because they thought that women police would be less inflammatory?
CHRISTINE: I'm just doing my job, lady!
ARLENE CRENSHAW: Sergeant, human beings are being murdered in there every day.
CHRISTINE: I'm not here to debate this.
ARLENE CRENSHAW: You let that woman through, you end up as an accessory.
CHRISTINE: I'm doing my job!
ARLENE CRENSHAW: Your job is to protect the innocent. And what could be more innocent than a baby who is being murdered in that building.
CHRISTINE: That is your opinion and that is your business, but you have no right to bully people on the street.
ARLENE CRENSHAW: Look, Sergeant, if you were in Nazi Germany and you saw lives being taken by the thousands, would you not do everything in your power to stop that?
CHRISTINE: I want you eight feet from the door of this clinic.
ARLENE CRENSHAW: (having been pushed back by Chris) Sergeant! Sergeant! We refuse to look the other way.
CHRISTINE: Eight feet!
[West Side Women's Clinic]
DR. SOLANO: (to Mary Beth) They're so worried about the unborn. What about the babies that are already here? Do you think those people were picketing City Hall when baby-care money was cut?
MARY BETH: I understand how you feel, Doctor.
DR. SOLANO: Hey, I don't need your empathy, I need your protection. It's hard enough for a woman to face an abortion. She shouldn't have to walk through that mob. It's like being in a war zone and it's gotten to me. ...What month are you in?
MARY BETH: Fifth.
DR. SOLANO: That's wonderful.
MARY BETH: Yeah.
DR. SOLANO: You have a ring on your finger. You've got a good paying job. A lot of the women that come in here aren't so lucky.
MARY BETH: Yeah.
MRS. HERRERA: Would you mind dropping me off at a 121st Street? I don't want to explain to my husband where I have been.
MARY BETH: Doesn't he know you went to the clinic today?
MRS. HERRERA: (getting distressed) He doesn't even know I'm pregnant. He's not used to dealing with these things. You know men ...when they're not working.
MARY BETH: Mrs. Herrera, wouldn't it be easier if you two faced this decision together?
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, will you stop putting the world to rights.
MRS. HERRERA: Look, just drop me off at the corner. They can't make me have this baby. I've seen my friends, ...my age. They have babies. They can't work. They can't go to school. The only thing they can do is watch TV all day.
MARY BETH: Will your husband ever go back to work?
MRS. HERRERA: Who knows when. I don't wanna be on the Welfare. I wanna finish business school. I'm studying to be a court stenographer.
MARY BETH: Oh, now there's a good job. Good pay. Maybe we'll see you in court sometime.
(Chris pulls up. Mary Beth and Mrs. Herrera get out)
MARY BETH: Mrs. Herrera. if you need assistance going back to the clinic, (giving her a card) you call us. OK?
MRS. HERRERA: Going to the clinic for that examination was against everything I was brought up to believe. I don't know what I'm gonna do.
MARY BETH: Mrs. Herrera, you need to talk to somebody. Not your husband.
CHRISTINE: (inside the car) Let's go!
MARY BETH: Talk to a friend. But don't let those people yelling at you make you afraid. Right? Take it easy.
MARY BETH: This is what I thought it would be when I signed on. Protecting people who don't have anybody. It's been one of those days when I've felt really good about the job. (suddenly Chris brakes and there is a scream of tyres and a horn from an avoiding car) Something the matter?
CHRISTINE: What are we running here? A taxi service?
(Mary Beth goes to say something and then thinks better of it)
(Chris is touching up her makeup)
MARY BETH: (coming in) Going out tonight, Chris?
CHRISTINE: Stores open late.
MARY BETH: New dress? New shoes?
CHRISTINE: Whatever I find.
MARY BETH: Chris the woman is entitled to make her own mind about her own body.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, please don't lecture me. I live what you're talking about.
MARY BETH: Pardon!
CHRITINE: I was raised Catholic. This is a hard one for me.
MARY BETH: Oh, I see.
CHRISTINE: So, you see?
MARY BETH: Women like Mrs. Herrera are wrong. They don't have a right to make their own decisions.
CHRISTINE: I didn't say that! But there are other choices besides abortion.
MARY BETH: No one should tell Mrs. Herrera to have a child she doesn't want.
CHRISTINE: Right. Mary Beth, I am pro-choice. You know I've never led my life any other way! But that doesn't mean that I'm ... I'm also pro-life, see.
MARY BETH: So you're on everybody's side? You have to take a stand on this one, Christine. Otherwise you're walking a fence.
CHRISTINE: Yeah, I'm walking the fence.
MARY BETH: How would you feel if you were raped and got pregnant?
CHRISTINE: Oh, I don't know. It depends on the guy!
MARY BETH: Oh, well, please!
CHRISTINE: That is the most stupid thing that you have ever asked me!
MARY BETH: OK. Let's forget about rape victims and teenage girls that women turn around to be...
CHRISTINE: I do not forget. I do not forget anything!
MARY BETH: The trouble with you, Christine. A thirty-eight year-old woman has to conspire with the doctors to commit a crime that is humiliating. They're not gonna change the world back so you don't have a choice anymore!
CHRISTINE: Let's stop! I hate it. All right? I'm just trying to tell you my feelings. ...I don't know if it's murder.
MARY BETH: Of course it's not murder! It's not even a person yet.
CHRISTINE: Well, tell that to your belly!
MARY BETH: My belly is my business! Then there's Mrs. Herrera's belly. It's her business.
CHRISTINE: Well, OK, Mary Beth. For the record no one should take away anyone's right to make their own choices about anything. ...I've just got the feeling it's wrong.
MARY BETH: Oh, all right, abortion is wrong but birth control isn't? You do use birth control, ...Christine?
CHRISTINE: Nobody's perfect.
(Mary Beth is doing pre-natal exercises to a TV programme. She is laying on her back on the floor raising her legs one at a time)
TRAINER: (on TV)...and flex. Good. OK. Back down to the side. Easy. ...All the way down. Hold it. Good. Back up slowly.
HARVEY: (coming in looking at a book) Listen to this, Mary Beth.
TRAINER: (on TV) Point your toes.
HARVEY: This guy, Le Boyer, recommends putting babies in warm water immediately after birth because, I quote 'The fluid suspension most closely approximates the watery walls of the womb'.
MARY BETH: We aren't giving birth to a mermaid, Harve.
HARVEY: He goes even further. He delivers the babies under water in a tank with dolphins.
MARY BETH: Not bad, Harvey. We'll take the boys to the aquarium and kill two birds with one stone.
HARVEY: I think you can at least keep an open mind, Mary Beth. I mean, these doctors have done lots of research.
MARY BETH: Me too. This is my third baby. Can any of them top that?
HARVEY: (chuckles) Oh, I wish it was tomorrow.
MARY BETH: Me too.
(Mary Beth continues the exercises on her hands and knees)
HARVEY: I wish I could have seen the boys born.
MARY BETH: Me too. At least with Michael, I was awake. I've got one memory of the doctor telling me when I was gonna bear down. 'Stop!' He said. 'He'd do all the work'. (Harvey chuckles again) This time, no stuff, no finals, no nothing.
TV NEWSCASTER: (on TV) ...bring you this special report.
MARY BETH: I'm not gonna miss a minute of this...
TV NEWSCASTER: (on TV) ... on fire this morning. An explosion ripped through the West Side Women's Clinic. Experts...
(the clinic is shown ablaze)
HARVEY: Well, we can forget about the dolphins. It's you and me, kid. That's all we need here.
TV NEWSCASTER: (on TV) It appears that a vagrant, seeking out the warmth of a subway grid, Settled down for a night's sleep on...
MARY BETH: Harve, we were there yesterday!
TV NEWSCASTER: (on TV) ...finally found the man unconscious, severely burned. He is now in a critical care unit at Mount Sinai. Morning Newsbreak will continue after this.
[West Side Women's Clinic]
(they are coming into the fire-ravaged clinic)
DR. SOLANO: ...How is he?
CHRISTINE: Pretty badly burned. They don't know if he's gonna live.
DR. SOLANO: Fight for life, huh?
CHRISTINE: We've enough to establish a connection.
MARY BETH: (as Solano rifles through a filing cabinet) Are you looking for something in particular, Doctor?
DR. SOLANO: Yeah, I wanna make sure all my files are destroyed. Sometimes when this has happened at other clinics, they come back and look for records, so they can harass the patients.
MARY BETH: Yesterday you said you had reported previous threats. Can you give us some specifics, sir.
DR. SOLANO: Look, I appreciate your support, but, I hope you don't mind my saying this. Don't you think it can wait?
MARY BETH: I know you're angry, Doctor.
DR. SOLANO: Angry? You just look at some of these records. We have twelve year olds. Children! ...Who came here pregnant. Now what brand of compassion forces a child, hell anyone, to go through an unwanted pregnancy?
CHRISTINE: Well, apparently there are people who disagree with you.
DR. SOLANO: Well, that's hard to see when you're standing in my shoes. It wasn't that long ago I'd see women who had literally mutilated themselves. They were that desperate.
[Arlene Crenshaw's office]
(Noreen Adler comes in followed by the duo)
NOREEN ADLER: (to Arlene Crenshaw) You're under no obligation to speak to the police. I advise you to order them off of the premises.
ARLENE CRENSHAW: Then they'll think I have something to hide. But please believe me when I tell you that bombings are not condoned by any legitimate pro-life organisation. Extremists who resort to violence only set our cause back. We condemn any violent incident in support of our cause.
CHRISTINE: Oh, really. I thought you would see it as an act of heroism. Like bombing the gas chambers at Dachau.
MARY BETH: Mrs. Crenshaw, your group was demonstrating in front of that clinic. What we want is a list of the people that were there. As well as a copy of your general membership roster.
NOREEN ADLER: Absolutely not. Not without a warrant. Which I doubt you have.
CHRISTINE: Well, that's just a matter of time. If we have to get one, we will.
NOREEN ADLER: Unless you can show a specific connection, I doubt any judge will grant you access to general membership files. Arlene, I recommend that you refuse.
ARLENE CRENSHAW: I'm sorry, I'd like to help, but not at the risk of having anyone in my organisation harassed.
MARY BETH: Harassed? You mean like screaming and taunting people?
ARLENE CRENSHAW: Oh look, when you feel passionately about a moral issue, you don't always behave reasonably.
CHRISTINE: So you are not responsible about what you do. Is that correct?
ARLENE CRENSHAW: Well, no more than the civil rights marchers. No more than the Vietnam protesters. This is legitimate protest.
CHRISTINE: Not if it leads to bombing! Not if it leads to violence. No! Utilise the laws of this country or vote for change.
MARY BETH: (to Arlene Crenshaw as they leave) We'll keep in touch.
SAMUELS: (giving the waiter the wine list back) Number twenty-three. (to his ex-wife) You look good, Thelma. There's something different with your hair.
THELMA: Oh. Why did you call?
SAMUELS: To talk to you.
THELMA: Still working crazy hours?
SAMUELS: Well, I finally got to make lieutenant.
SAMUELS: The hot shot that still doesn't get out of the office before one o'clock in the morning. Right?
SAMUELS: So, our boy went ahead and got himself married, huh?
THELMA: (mouths) Yes.
(Samuels brings his fist down on the table. Thelma jumps)
SAMUELS: Were you ...graced with an invitation?
THELMA: Yes I was.
SAMUELS: You were? ...Well, I'll tell you if he wanted to take a slap at me, he was sure a pretty good shot.
THELMA: Bert, he didn't wanna hurt you. It was his day. He just didn't wanna make you angry.
SAMUELS: So what did he think? I wasn't gonna be happy for him. ...Going and marrying a girl who wasn't Jewish. What did he think I was gonna do, huh?
THELMA: She's Asian. ...Vietnamese.
SAMUELS: Is she nice?
THELMA: I think she'll be good for him.
SAMUELS: Did you meet the family? The father? The mother? ...What did they do? Come over on a boat.
THELMA: They came over the same way that your parents and my parents came over.
(a waiter comes up and shows him a bottle of wine)
SAMUELS: Oh, I didn't order the wine!
(Thelma gives a sarcastic laugh)
[Bernard Sawyers' office in Federal building]
MARY BETH: Mr. Sawyers, we're required to coordinate with your office. We'd appreciate if you could tell us what the forensic report shows on the bombing, sir.
SAWYERS: Er, I have to apologise. I haven't pushed on that. I will.
CHRISTINE: Look! I've got a full desk too. Right? We'd also like access to your file of pro-life advocates arrested for violent demonstrations. Can we have that?
SAWYERS: I'm sorry. Firearms doesn't keep that kind of file.
MARY BETH: Since when?!.
SAWYERS: Same as we ever do.
MARY BETH: I suppose if we asked for a list of Vietnam War protesters, you'd have a file.
SAWYERS: Obviously, Detective, you've mistaken me for someone who makes policy, rather than someone who works here. Now to change the subject. (to Chris) That's a very attractive sweater you're wearing.
CHRISTINE: Oh. ...Good.
SAWYERS: No kidding.
CHRISTINE: Thank you.
SAWYERS: The colour of the highlights in your hair.
MARY BETH: So what you're saying is, we're supposed to sit back and hope that the poor old vagrant doesn't die so that he can point out who planted the bomb. Is that correct?
SAWYERS: I realise I may not be inspiring a lot of confidence here, but you're gonna have to trust me. We've caught a number of these bombers in other States. We'll find this one too.
MARY BETH: (getting up) Ah ha.
CHRISTINE: Thank you. We appreciate your help.
[Corridor outside Bernard Sawyers' office]
MARY BETH: OK. I'd say we file for a warrant for the Crenshaw roster. (Chris is smiling and adjusts the neck of her sweater) Right?
CHRISTINE: Yeah. Fine. What did you think of Sawyers? (Mary Beth smiles knowingly) Mary Beth, I do have a personal life, but at the moment it's severely in the dumper!
MARY BETH: Your choice of men never ceases to amaze me.
CHRISTINE: You can't base a decision on files that are kept or not kept.
MARY BETH: That man is a typical jerk. He doesn't care one way or the other.
CHRISTINE: Maybe he's just trying to do his job, Mary Beth. You know, maybe he just hasn't the time to change the way that he goes about doing it.
MARY BETH: Maybe so, Christine. Personal feelings do get in the way. You're right! (as they get in the lift Chris still has a smile on her face) Nice sweater.
(Chris's smile drops)
[Precinct front desk office]
(Newman is there with a perp)
PERP: Benny Ratakowski.
COLEMAN: Spell it.
PERP: I don't know how.
(the duo has just come in, Chris pushes in between Newman and the perp)
PERP: See I dropped out of school in fifth grade.
CHRISTINE: R, A, T, A, K, O, W, S, K, I.
NEWMAN: You've collared him a few times?
NEWMAN: He's just found us a stiff..
COLEMAN: (to Mary Beth) There's a woman who's been waiting to see you over here.
MARY BETH: Mrs. Herrera! Are you doing OK?
MRS. HERRERA: I told my husband I was pregnant. First, he cried. And then... I don't know. I need to talk to someone.
CHRISTINE: We could get you in touch with a family councillor.
MRS. HERRERA: I need to talk to someone now! ...Please.
MARY BETH: Let's go and see if one of the interview rooms is free.
COLEMAN: All right, let's get this guy out of here. (as Petrie comes in from the Squad room) Petrie, I've got some messages for you here.
PETRIE: Thank you.
COLEMAN: How's Lauren?
COLEMAN: Measles can be tough on a kid. Of course chicken pox is no better. Wait until she gets the mumps. That's the one that you've gotta be careful about. Separates the men from the boys. Hey, Petrie, wait a minute!
COLEMAN: How's Claudia?
PETRIE: She doesn't have measles.
COLEMAN: No. I mean is er, everything, you know, OK between the two of you?
PETRIE: Coleman, is there any place you won't stick your nose?
COLEMAN: You've got a right to be mad at me. I opened up my big mouth and made a joke about your wife. I was out of line. I apologise.
PETRIE: It's just... Forget it.
COLEMAN: There's something else you've gotta know. Isbecki never said anything to me that he shouldn't have. I'm the one who deserves the flak here. I was just pulling your leg. I just said something that came off the top of my head.
PETRIE: Look, I know you didn't mean it. I'm working it through. It just takes time.
COLEMAN: Time. Yeah. It also takes a lot of effort.
PETRIE: (turning away) Right.
(Coleman extends his hand. Petrie shakes it)
[Detectives' Squad room]
(Mary Beth comes back from the interview room)
MARY BETH: Chris, you got a Manhattan Yellow Pages? She talked. I listened. (Chris tosses the Yellow Pages across onto Mary Beth's desk) She asked me to make her an appointment at another clinic. Don't worry, I'll make it for after work.
MARY BETH: I'll take care of it.
MARY BETH: First you call me a cab driver. Now you're gonna tell me I'm a social worker. Right?
CHRISTINE: I don't wanna argue with you, Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: The woman should not have to go through this alone.
(Chris's phone goes)
CHRISTINE: (into phone) Fourteenth Squad. Sergeant Cagney. (she rings off) The old vagrant that was hurt in the explosion has just died.
PETRIE: (coming up to Mary Beth) The Lieutenant wanted to know if you've finished that report on the Chandlers' case.
MARY BETH: Yeah. Oh. Sure.
(she picks up the report and goes towards Samuels' office)
(Harvey is laying facedown on the bed. Mary Beth is astride him massaging his back)
HARVEY: Did you sign us up for the night class.
MARY BETH: It's every other Tuesday nigh, Harve.
HARVEY: Well, forget bowling night. We've got a date with this little fella.
MARY BETH: Remember when we had apartment on 58th Street?
MARY BETH: You're laying on the same bed as when we decided to start a family. Remember?
HARVEY: Yeah. I figured I'd never sleep late on Sunday morning again. (Mary Beth starts to giggle) What are you laughing at? I was right.
MARY BETH: I'm the luckiest lady alive. I've got my health back. I've got you and the boys. I've got a new life for me. And this poor girl today, all she has is stagnancy and confusion. And everybody's thinking they're having the right to tell her what to do. And nobody to talk to. She had to come to some stranger in the Station House.
HARVEY: That's what birth control's for. People shouldn't have kids if they can't take care of them.
MARY BETH: Oh, Harve, who knows what she was dreaming would happen? I mean, it's easy to judge when it's somebody else you are talking about. It's different when it's you that's pregnant and you've got nowhere to turn.
HARVEY: It's a long time ago, Mary Beth. It's over.
(Mary Beth climbs off and puts the pillows back in place)
MARY BETH: I was nineteen years old, Harvey. I thought he was the man of my dreams. After him, it was a matter of experiment and find the right man.
HARVEY: (as they settle down in bed) He was a bum, Mary Beth. Any guy who would not stand by you and make you go through that by yourself.
MARY BETH: Yeah, I couldn't tell anybody. Not even my mother.
HARVEY: You did what you had to.
MARY BETH: Well, I wasn't going to bring a kid into this world without a father. That's too hard, never knowing your father.
HARVEY: (as Mary Beth's voice begins to break) I know, babe.
MARY BETH: Huh. I was walking around like a criminal. Got some guy's name. Somebody said he'd been a medic in the Army.
HARVEY: It's OK.
MARY BETH: And one Sunday afternoon, I went to where he lived in The Bronx, a small room over a grocery. In the corner was a table, and he pointed to it. He said 'Lie down.' like I was a dog. No better than a dog, Harve.
HARVEY: OK, Mary Beth, you've said it...
MARY BETH: (sitting up and her voice breaks up) I almost let him do it to me! (her voice returns to normal) I stood there and I thought about it. ...There's people that want us to go back to there, Harve.
HARVEY: It'll never be that way again.
MARY BETH: It'll be exactly like that. I was able to walk away from it, because the money I saved in the second semester... I made a choice right there. To take that money, go to Puerto Rico, have it done. ...My college money. (settling down) How many women do you think he butchered on that table, Harve?
[Detectives' Squad room]
(the duo comes in)
MARY BETH: ...on the subway, there was kid twelve years old. The only one that offered me a seat.
CHRISTINE: It's nice to know that there's still one about, Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: Yeah, that kind of made my day.
(Arlene Crenshaw is sitting at their desks)
CHRISTINE: (to Mary Beth on seeing Arlene) Looks like you're on a roll.
MARY BETH: Mrs. Crenshaw, what can we do for you?
ARLENE CRENSHAW: (getting up) That poor old man who died. My organisation... No organisation involved in the pro-life movement had anything to do with this bomb. (handing Chris an envelope) I want my people exonerated.
CHRISTINE: (looking at the list from the envelope) Did your lawyer approve this?
ARLENE CRENSHAW: I trust that when you talk to these people, you will treat them with respect. And that when they have all been cleared you will issue an apology. These people don't take life, they cherish it.
MARY BETH: Yes ma'am.
[Bernard Sawyers' office]
MARY BETH: (handing Sawyers the list) We're looking for someone who might have participated in violent demonstrations. Someone with a knowledge of explosives.
SAWYERS: You could have sent this over in the departmental mail. You didn't need to make the trip.
CHRISTINE: (smiling sweetly as Mary Beth hangs back) Oh, it really wasn't out of our way.
SAWYERS: It must be the worst morning I've had in about two weeks.
CHRISTINE: I'm sorry to add to your workload.
SAWYERS: I thrive on emergencies. I'll give it a priority.
CHRISTINE: I guess we're all overworked actually. (she looks back at Mary Beth) I don't know about you, but for me there's barely enough time for a social life.
SAWYERS: Tell me about it. It's my wife's birthday. I haven't even had time to get her a present.
CHRISTINE: Oh, really.
SAWYERS: You know that sweater you were wearing the other day. That gold one. Where did you get that?
MARY BETH: (coming forward) How soon can we pick that up?
SAWYERS: Oh, if the computer's free, it'll just take a few minutes.
CHRISTINE: (as Sawyers goes off) Great.
(Mary Beth gives Chris a friendly pat on the shoulder)
[Manhattan street outside Federal building]
CHRISTINE: Well, that was for nothing.
MARY BETH: Any suggestions? Check the streets. Go down the list one by one. ...Good! You don't fancy nothing.
CHRISTINE: Maybe check with the forensic lab. See if they can tell us anything about the bomb.
MARY BETH: Good plan, Christine.
CHRISTINE: Mm hm. (Chris suddenly stops walking) Just tell me just one thing.
MARY BETH: Mm hm.
CHRISTINE: Was I obvious? Do I have to spend the rest of the day feeling like an idiot?
MARY BETH: I... wouldn't worry about it.
CHRISTINE: Sure you wouldn't worry about It!! (walking on again) You're not the one who just made an idiot out of herself! (clutching her stomach) Oh!
FRIEDMAN: (taking a file out of a cabinet) Simon and Garfunkel. The Moody Blues. Tina when she was with Ike.
MARY BETH: I beg your pardon.
FRIEDMAN: Oh, this particular bomb had its heyday in the late Sixties, early Seventies. I associate bombs with the music of the time.
MARY BETH: So we're talking about radicals, late Sixties, early Seventies?
FRIEDMAN: Usually it was kids, trying to blow up a gas production centre. It's a homemade device, easily constructed. Especially if you read the Cal T book. It had diagrams and everything.
CHRISTINE: I remember that. It was featured in "The Invisible Bomb".
FRIEDMAN: And did you see the sequel?
CHRISTINE: Which one?
FRIEDMAN: "How to Build a Nuclear Bomb". Oh, that's what wowed me! I mean. it was long after the time of "Cocktails for Two" and Cole Porter. It was the age of the sleazy disco. It's hard to believe that those were the good old days.
[Detectives' Squad room]
(the duo are typing reports)
MARY BETH: You look tired, Christine. Why don't you take a break?
CHRISTINE: (looking at her watch) I'm supposed to meet Charlie tonight.
MARY BETH: Oh. Go ahead. I can finish up here.
CHRISTINE: No, I'll finish up.
MARY BETH: You know, Harvey took the boys to watch a bowl tonight. We'll be going to night class for the next couple of months.
CHRISTINE: You sure?
MARY BETH: Yes, we are sure.
CHRISTINE: (taking the report she is typing from the typewriter and giving it with the file to Mary Beth) Thanks.
MARY BETH: No problem.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, I'm sorry about the er, thing about your belly the other day. I was being a little personal.
MARY BETH: That's OK. It is personal.
MARY BETH: Yeah. (as Chris leaves) Take it slow.
(Samuels is still in his office and sees Mary Beth)
SAMUELS: (coming over) What are you doing here so late, Lacey?
MARY BETH: Oh. Just catching up on some paperwork, sir.
SAMUELS: Why don't you take a load off. Come in my office and I'll throw some pizza in the microwave.
MARY BETH: Oh, no thank you, sir, I'm fine.
SAMUELS: Well, you've gotta keep your strength up.
MARY BETH: Well, I'll be done here soon.
SAMUELS: Er, how about a cup of tea?
MARY BETH: Do you wanna talk to me or something, Lieutenant?
SAMUELS: Yes. ...If you've got a couple of minutes.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
SAMUELS: Do you wanna bring your cup? (as she picks up the cup and they go towards his office) Good. Right. I've got some very interesting tea in the office.
SAMUELS: (taking the cup) There. It's very delicious. ...Any leads on the bombing?
MARY BETH: Oh, we've started interviewing the pro-life people, sir.
SAMUELS: Ah ha. ...Are they being cooperative?
MARY BETH: Yeah, they're OK. It's hard to believe that they're same people who were screaming on the picket line, sir.
SAMUELS: Yeah, well, you know, people are different when they're involved.
MARY BETH: Do you want me to close the door, sir?
SAMUELS: No. It's all right. Just sit down and make yourself comfortable.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
SAMUELS: This will just take a few seconds to warm up. (pointing to the microwave) Do you remember when I first had this thing, I had to find out the way to use it?
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
SAMUELS: Well now, I've got some er, camomile tea. There's some raspberry. Do you remember? La Guardia left me this when he retired.
MARY BETH: Yes sir. Camomile, please.
SAMUELS: Yes, I enjoy that too. ...That's it. (going to the microwave and taking two cups out) And I think this should be warn enough right now. Yeah.
MARY BETH: Magic.
SAMUELS: Yeah. It flies by fast. Time!
MARY BETH: Yes sir. Too fast.
SAMUELS: You know, the day I met Paul. The first time I saw him,... (handing Mary Beth her cup) That's something I'm never gonna forget.
MARY BETH: Well, I don't think there's anything compared to that sir.
SAMUELS: No. Like er, time stands still you know? Bar mitzvah. I got married. Then we had a kid and everything else seems to be a blur. ...I liked it when he was young. When he was a baby.
MARY BETH: Yeah! They can't talk back to you then.
SAMUELS: (laughing) That's not a norm. Like Petrie. You know. Ever hear it from him?
MARY BETH: What, do you mean about Lauren?
SAMUELS: Yeah. She's gonna be President. Or grow up to be a brain surgeon. His daughter. I guess it's 'His daughter'! She's gonna grow up to be anything. ...What do you dream for your kids, Lacey?
MARY BETH: Well, sir, I... Well, sir, I think... I always think maybe Harve Jr.'ll become a professor. He's smart, you know. English or History. And he'd be safe some place on a New England campus.
SAMUELS: And Michael?
MARY BETH: Oh, Michael is like his father. He's good with his hands. So someday, maybe, he and Harve Sr. will have their own contracting firm. You know, 'Lacey and Son'. Er, and Harvey'll show him the ropes an then, Mike'd take over, maybe. He'd be a good boss, Michael. Have people working for him.
SAMUELS: That's nice, Lacey.
MARY BETH: And the world is changing so fast, I don't know what to say (touching her stomach) for this one here.
SAMUELS: I always thought that my kid was gonna grow up to be a lawyer. But if that something's not there, it's selfish of me. ...Something that I never got to be.
SAMUELS: You wanted to be a lawyer, sir?
SAMUELS: Yeah. When I went to college that's what I had in my mind. To be a lawyer. But, you know, we got married, and then ...the baby came. So I went after a similar sort of job. Walking the beat.
MARY BETH: And you didn't ever get to go back?
SAMUELS: No, I attended classes for a while, but it was hard. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not sorry to be here. No. No sir. It was hard, you know. It was tough to keep up the studies and make a living for us at the same time. The day that I quit, I promised myself that I would come back. But it never happened! Now ...my kid's got every opportunity to ...make something for himself. He chooses instead to wait on tables at a spaghetti joint.
MARY BETH: Sad. Funny. Parents spend their whole life hoping the kids will to become independent. Then they become independent and joke about their parents.
SAMUELS: Yeah, that's funny.
MARY BETH: (raising her cup) To La Guardia, sir. What do you say?
(they chink cups)
(Chris and Charlie are playing pool)
CHARLIE: Well, I'll tell ya. You've gotta talk to Samuels and see if you can get yourself taken off this case.
CHRISTINE: It's my job, Pop.
CHARLIE: Those big boys downtown. There's a lot of Irish at the top. You know the way that they feel. The same as me. It ...is ...a ...mortal ...sin.
CHRISTINE: I'm investigating a bomb!
CHARLIE: This whole thing makes me sick anyway. I remember when 'abortion' used to be a dirty word. Just because the times have changed doesn't change anything. You know it is still a mortal sin!
CHRISTINE: Are you so sure of that?
CHARLIE: Chrissie, that is the way that I was taught. It is the way that you were taught. That is the way that I believe. People are a lot smarter and they spend a lot of time figuring this thing out.
CHRISTINE: Yeah, what if I was pregnant? And I didn't wanna marry the guy. Or he was married and I couldn't, and I didn't wanna raise the baby....
CHARLIE: We'd... We'd... figure something out!! I mean. You know. Adoption! Your brother! Something.
CHRISTINE: What if I didn't want to?
CHARLIE: What are you asking me these questions for?!! I mean, it's not a man's problem, you know! (thumping his cue on the floor) That's not what I meant. What I meant was (thumping his cue three more times on the floor) what kind of conversation is this for somebody who wanted to a nun! Well it's not gonna happen is it? So please, it's your shot.
CHRISTINE: You've gotta do something about that cough.
CHARLIE: Good idea. (to the bartender) Hey Steve. Two more.
[David Samuels' apartment]
(David opens the door and is surprised to see his father standing there)
SAMUELS: I wanted to see you Davie.
DAVID SAMUELS: What about? (Samuels can see David's wife setting the table) Let me introduce you. My Linh! (she comes across and David puts his arm around her) This is my father.
MY LINH: It's very nice to meet you.
SAMUELS: Likewise. Sure.
SAMUELS: Won't you come in?
SAMUELS: Oh, no! No. I was just ...just coming by to give you a present. It's a wedding present.
(My Linh takes a brown bag)
SAMUELS: (with a half-laugh) I wrapped it myself.
(she takes the present out of the bag)
SAMUELS: It's the er, Shabbat candlesticks. She used to use them for the Sabbath candles.
DAVID SAMUELS: I remember.
SAMUELS: Yeah, when your grandmother was alive she would say it should bring this new home much happiness. And I wish you to use them in good health.
MY LINH: Thank you. ...Thank you very much.
(My Linh looks at David)
DAVID SAMUELS: Dad, why don't you come in?
SAMUELS: Oh no, no. I was...
DAVID SAMUELS: Come on. Be with us for supper.
SAMUELS: Er, if it's not gonna put you out.
MY LINH: (kissing Samuels on the cheek) Please do. It's only corned beef and cabbage. But we would love to have you.
SAMUELS: (coming in) Corned beef and cabbage. Are you kidding?! I had a partner once who used to live on corned beef and cabbage.
(the duo comes down the stairs. The landlord is filling holes in a wall)
MARY BETH: Good morning.
MARY BETH: Are you the landlord?
LANDLORD: Yeah, what can I do for you?
MARY BETH: We're looking for Emily Lazarus.
LANDLORD: She moved, over two years ago.
CHRISTINE: Yeah, we know that. (pointing to a portable radio) Excuse me, could you turn that down just while we talk. (he turns it off) She moved over to 84th Street. She doesn't live there anymore. We thought maybe you kept in touch.
LANDLORD: What, did she do something wrong?
CHRISTINE: We just wanna talk to her.
LANDLORD: No offence, right, but er, what's in it for me?
CHRISTINE: Well, you've got a choice. You could stay here and watch your putty dry. Or you could go downtown with us. Miss the whole event.
LANDLORD: Let me tell ya something. That woman's a serious wacko. Always has been. Always at your cordon. Demonstrations. Getting into trouble ever since college.
MARY BETH: You've known her a long time?
LANDLORD: Yeah. We used to live together, you know. Back in the hippy-dippy days. You know.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
LANDLORD: Emily moved in with me right after I bought this place. I got it for a song. Amazing. And then one day she says 'I don't wanna live in sin. I wanna clean slate'. So what's more, she says, 'I'm gonna change my name ...to Lazarus'. You know, rising from the dead. All that bible stuff.
CHRISTINE: She changed her name?
LANDLORD: She used to be Emily Johnson back in the movement. We were gonna change the world. Now I'm more interested to change the washer in a tap.
MARY BETH: Yes sir. Do you ever hear from her?
CHRISTINE: Harvey's conspiracy theories are getting to you, you see. It's not though Emily's exactly one of the Chicago Seven. Why would they waste a file?
MARY BETH: Ah, Christine, this one I call. Emily Johnson was involved in anti-government demonstrations. There will be a government file on her.
POLICE RADIO: Central to detective car four-eighteen K.
CHRISTINE: (into radio) Yes, Central, this is car four-eighteen K.
POLICE RADIO: The following information has been relayed by Firearms department. Suspect Emily Johnson, alias Emily Lazarus, is known to the department as suspect number five-eight-three-six-four-two. (Mary Beth chalks one up) She is known to be involved fire incidents. Six arrests. No convictions on record. Ten-four.
CHRISTINE: (into radio) Car four-eighteen. Ten-four. (later,as they get out of the car) Don't gloat. ...I hate it when you gloat.
[Emily Lazarus's apartment]
CHRISTINE: We understand you were demonstrating in front of the clinic the day it was bombed.
EMILY LAZARUS: Look, I don't think I have to answer any questions unless my lawyer's present.
CHRISTINE: That's fine. You're welcome to come down to the station. You have the right to exercise your rights.
EMILY LAZARUS: If that's the way it has to be. Funny you're coming to arrest me.
MARY BETH: It's not an arrest, Miss. Lazarus. We wanna talk to you.
EMILY LAZARUS: I don't suppose you're calling in that doctor to talk to him? Are you?
CHRISTINE: Emily, we're not here to debate an issue. Why don't we just get going and call your lawyer from the precinct.
EMILY LAZARUS: I think I'll call him now. He can meet us down there.
(she flips open a briefcase laying on the table and pulls out a trigger button with a pair of wires attached to a timer and explosives inside the briefcase. The duo draws their guns)
CHRISTINE/MARY BETH: Hold it there!!!
EMILY LAZARUS: I have a bomb. ...Don't move.
MARY BETH: Take it easy.
EMILY LAZARUS: I have a bomb.
CHRISTINE: Just put that down.
MARY BETH: You're making a mistake. Now put it down.
CHRISTINE: Lacey, get out of here.
EMILY LAZARUS: I'm not kidding. I'm gonna do it!
MARY BETH: Now, you think. You don't wanna hurt anybody.
EMILY LAZARUS: Shut up!!! I'm gonna do this.
CHRISTINE: Lacey, I said get out of here!!
(Mary Beth puts her gun into her shoulder bag and drops the bag to the floor. Lazarus and Chris shout at one another)
CHRISTINE: You campaign not to kill babies. What about hers?!
EMILY LAZARUS: Shut up!!!
MARY BETH: Look right here. Five months. (approaching Lazarus) Do you want to kill her. Five months. Come on. We'll all go out together. Go ahead and do it! Go ahead and do it, baby killer!! Go ahead and do it!!!
(Lazarus collapses and Mary Beth grabs the trigger button)
[Manhattan street outside Emily Lazarus's apartment]
(Lazarus is led away. The duo returns to their car)
CHRISTINE: (as they get in) When are you taking Mrs. Herrera to the clinic?
MARY BETH: Tonight. I have an appointment just after six.
CHRISTINE: You'd better get going.
MARY BETH: We have an arrest report to file.
CHRISTINE: OK, I'll do it.
MARY BETH: You sure?
CHRISTINE: Yeah, it's OK.
MARY BETH: Thank you, Sergeant.
CHRISTINE: Terrific! Now you follow my orders.
(Mary Beth drives the car away)