[Detectives' Squad room]
(the duo is at the filing cabinets)
CHRISTINE: Where is that damn Toretti file?
MARY BETH: Maybe they filed it under his first name.
CHRISTINE: Will you look at this? They got fifties with fifty-ones. They've got S's put back in the T's. I reckon they can't file a damn thing. (she slams the drawer and a bunch of files fall on the floor) I do not... I do not...! Mary Beth, I don't know what to do about Charlie. He hates the hospital.
MARY BETH: Christine, I know that it's been a bad day and you're in a lousy mood because I'm on clerical duty and you're not pulling any terrific cases. But you will feel better after seeing Charlie and your brother.
MARY BETH: (about the bunch of dropped files) Hey, give me half of those.
CHRISTINE: Thanks. It's been at least three years since Brian saw Charlie, Mary Beth. Twelve since he's seen me. All of a sudden now he's flying out from LA to be at the bedside of his dear old Dad. I told him the worst is over but, oh no, he had to come.
MARY BETH: Listen to yourself, Christine. It's family. Family is supposed to be together at a time like this. I can't believe this. There's four different cases from nineteen eighty-two all stuffed in with the current files.
CHRISTINE: (looking at the files) It's Isbecki, right? He hates going down to the dead file room.
MARY BETH: (passing Chris a file) Almost as much as Cagney does.
ISBECKI: I don't know what to do about Friday night. Latino's bellied up on me.
PETRIE: Oh, you're kidding.
ISBECKI: Great timing. If we take on the Hundred and Eighteenth without our best ball handler, we are dead meat.
PETRIE: What's wrong?
ISBECKI: Oh, he's got a little fever. A hundred and five or something. The hospital says he'll be out by Thursday. I mean, really, where's this guy's loyalty?
NEWMAN: (coming up) But gentlemen, you're talking about my game!
ISBECKI: Newman, we're talking basketball.
NEWMAN: My middle name. You're looking at a guy who once played one-on-one with Earl the Pearl. When I was at college.
PETRIE: You and Earl the Pear, huh?
NEWMAN: Yeah. Looks to me like you guys can use some backup for your buddy. You need somebody who's court-smart. Someone fast on their feet.
ISBECKI: What we need, Newman, is someone tall.
NEWMAN: Nah. Height just gets in the way. Me, I get inside where wise men fear to tread. I'm like a rabbit that can't get caught. I'm like a fly that can't get squashed. I'm moving so fast that they go dizzy on me for long enough for me to set up you and Marcus! (he whoops as he indicate a goal being scored) Now there's two points for the Fourteenth. Come on, what do you say?
NEWMAN: Newman if you could talk your way up court, the other team wouldn't stand a chance.
ISBECKI: You set up pretty good, huh?
NEWMAN: I'm the best assist man on the island of Manhattan. ...I'll make you look like a star, Isbecki!
ISBECKI: (going back to talk to Petrie) No, I don't know. You know, maybe we should let Latino take it easy this weekend. (holding his throat) And it would be just terrible if he had a relapse.
[Mr. Nguyen's restaurant]
MR. NGUYEN: What can I get you?
TEENAGER: (nodding to the back of the counter) A bag of them, I guess.
(Chris is along the counter talking to a mother and daughter)
MR. NGUYEN: Forty-four cents. Anything else?
(the teenager looks round and then draws a gun)
TEENAGER: Give me the cash!
(the child begins to scream)
TEENAGER: Shut the child up! Make the child shut up.
CHRISTINE: Just give him the money!
MR. NGUYEN: Take it!
(Chris moves towards the teenage boy who backs away and knocks a waiter over as he runs to the back entrance. Mr. Nguyen pulls a gun from under the counter)
CHRISTINE: (to Mr. Nguyen) Put that a way. Police officer!
CHRISTINE: (to Mr. Nguyen who has followed her) Call the police!
MR. NGUYEN: OK.
(Chris gives chase)
CHRISTINE: Police! Hold it.
(the teenager pauses. Chris takes a shot. The teenager runs off again)
CHRISTINE: Damn it.
MR. NGUYEN: (who has caught her up) He got away?
CHRISTINE: Not yet. I'll get on the radio and alert other officers in the area.
(Charlie is sitting up in bed with a meal on the bed tray)
CHRISTINE: I'm telling ya. The kid was there, screaming. The owner was acting like some kind of a zombie. And the boy looked like he was about two seconds away from blowing everybody's heads off, Pop. It was almost out of control. It was like the boy last year. Do you remember the one last year when the boy went after me with a baseball bat? Well, that was what is was like. But this time, Pop, I did everything. They cannot say that I did not follow proper procedure. By the book, every step of the way!
CHARLIE: Chrissie, I'm sure you did fine, just fine.
CHRISTINE: I did. I'm sorry about the spare ribs, Pop, but with everything going on...
CHARLIE: Forget the damned spare ribs. I'm just glad you showed up. It's been a couple of days!
CHRISTINE: Well, It's been kind of busy down at the Precinct. Well, anyway, what have you got for dessert?
CHARLIE: More excuses. No dessert. I'm on a bland diet.
CHRISTINE: No chocolate pudding, huh? Too bad! Remember when I had my tonsils out, that was the only thing I could eat.
CHARLIE: It was the only thing that you would. You always were stubborn.
CHRISTINE: Yeah, just like my old man.
CHARLIE: I'll tell you, Chrissie, the soup and custard diet is gonna drive me up the wall. Meat and potatoes, that's what a man needs to build his strength back up. They don't listen to an old man like me. Have you talked to the doctor lately?
CHRISTINE: Oh, well, not since last Sunday, but he says you're holding your own, Charlie. It's just gonna take some time.
CHARLIE: Double talk! He's just not telling ya, that's all.
CHRISTINE: He's not telling me what?!
CHARLIE: Whatever the hell it is that he doesn't wanna tell ya!
CHRISTINE: Calm down...
(there is a knock at the door)
CHARLIE: Do you know what that is? That's my shop. When I need the bedpan, they're on the other side of the moon.
(Brian Cagney comes in with a huge bunch of flowers)
BRIAN CAGNEY: Hello Dad. Good to see ya.
[Detectives' Squad room]
MARY BETH: Good morning, Christine.
MARY BETH: How's your dad?
CHRISTINE: He says he's feels a lot better. Sounds worse. His lungs are still congested.
MARY BETH: And?
CHRISTINE: And what?
MARY BETH: And Brian!
CHRISTINE: He hasn't changed. Still twisting Charlie and everybody else around his little finger.
MARY BETH: Exactly like his sister, huh?
SAMUELS: (beckoning) Cagney!
SAMUELS: Have a chair.
CHRISTINE: Oh, thank you, Lieutenant.
SAMUELS: I've got the preliminary forty-nine on the robbery you came up against last night.
CHRISTINE: Oh, yeah. It just goes to show a cop's never off duty, eh Lieutenant. Any trace of the perp?
SAMUELS: No, not yet. I've been talking with the Duty Captain, Cagney. It seems there's been a complaint filed against you by one of the witnesses.
CHRISTINE: You're kidding!
SAMUELS: I've known Captain Corielli for about ten years now. That man does not kid. We've gotta have some outside corroboration, so I told Newman and Corassa to have a look at the complaint. I wouldn't worry about it.
CHRISTINE: With Newman on it?!
SAMUELS: Oh, relax, Cagney, the only cop I've know who's ever had a complaint against him is a cop that's not doing his job.
CHRISTINE: What's this guy complaining about? Let me guess. Police brutality!
SAMUELS: Just the opposite. The witness feels that you were negligent in making every effort to pursue the armed felon.
CHRISTINE: (standing up) Well, the witness doesn't know what he's talking about! I chased the thief until I lost him. I even took a shot at him when I had him in range. Ask the guy who runs the store. A Mr. ...Nujen.
SAMUELS: Mr. Nguyen?.
CHRISTINE: Yeah, Mr. Nguyen.
SAMUELS: Mr. Nguyen filed the complaint.
[Detectives' Squad room]
CHRISTINE: (as Newman walks past) Mr. Nguyen was two steps behind me the whole time.
MARY BETH: Well, they said that he didn't speak English very well, They probably took his statement down wrong. I bet you the whole thing's cleared up by the time we ship out tomorrow.
CHRISTINE: Do you wanna come out to lunch today? To a real restaurant. Good food. Hell of an ambience.
MARY BETH: Oh, gee I wouldn't mind, Christine, if it wasn't for the fancy prices at those places. I've got thirteen dollars and ninety-four cents from Friday's pay cheque. Anyway I'm not dressed for it. Every nice dress I have is at the cleaners. How about that little hamburger place on 39th Street, the one with the special sauce.
CHRISTINE: We can do hamburgers tomorrow. You'd be my guest today.
MARY BETH: Oh, Christine, you paid for it last time.
CHRISTINE: I'm not paying. My brother, Brian, is paying. Don't worry, Mary Beth, he'll put it on his expense account.
(as they go to leave, Newman comes up)
NEWMAN: Sergeant Cagney, I've wanted to talk to you. I've been thinking about it, and there's no way you could possibly be negligent in your duty.
CHRISTINE: Oh, gosh, thanks Newman, I feel better.
NEWMAN: Oh, really, I didn't... Do you know I was Psych Major at NYU? Anyway, you're not the type.
CHRISTINE: (as they leave) Terrific.
MARY BETH: I can't meet your brother, Brian, dressed like this.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, you look fine.
NEWMAN: (standing alone) What have I said?
WAITER: The soup de jour is...
(the menu for soup, fish, etc. follows in a mixture of French and English)
MARY BETH: (looking bemused) You have some memory. Nice accent too. It's very entertaining.
BRIAN CAGNEY: (to Mary Beth) What sounds good to you?
MARY BETH: Oh, it all sounds so er, French. Ha, ha, ha. You go first, Christine.
CHRISTINE: I'll have the salade de crevettes endive and a Dover sole meunière.
WAITER: And for you, madam?
MARY BETH: Can I have something simple, like a ham sandwich.
WAITER: (in his French accent) As a first course, madam.
MARY BETH: Oh no, no sauce, please. I'm taking milk these days. You know they used to tell you that you couldn't get too much calcium. Now my doctor tells me don't drink too much milk. Go easy on the dairy products. Brian, what the heck, make it a ham and cheese. Even better. Lean ham.
WAITER: And for you, monsieur?
MARY BETH: (to Brian) I think he's talking to you.
BRIAN CAGNEY: Oh, for me, I'll have the bisque de homard and the cervelles de veau provencale.
MARY BETH: What is that?
BRIAN CAGNEY: Calf's brain.
MARY BETH: Sounds nutritional .
WAITER: Excellent choice.
MARY BETH: (as the waiter takes the menus) Thank you.
MARY BETH: So, Brian, ...this is a real pleasure.
BRIAN CAGNEY: It's quite a surprise for me that you could join us.
MARY BETH: Christine tells me you're a tax attorney. That must take a lot of time, keeping up with the changes. I mean, they're supposed to keep it simple, but it's all Greek to me.
BRIAN CAGNEY: Ha, ha. But that's what keeps people like me in business.
MARY BETH: Ha, ha, ha. (an awkward silence ensues) Well, it must be fun living in Los Angeles. Our boys have always wanted to see Disneyland. So I figured, this Summer, when the baby is a couple of months old, maybe we'll visit out there. ...Do you live near Disneyland?
BRIAN CAGNEY: No.
MARY BETH: Oh. (having looked at Chris who looks uneasy) Do you have a swimming pool in your backyard?
BRIAN CAGNEY: Yes, I do. I've always felt that swimming was an important social sport for children to learn. Along with tennis and golf and...
CHRISTINE: ...horse riding.
BRIAN CAGNEY: Good memory, Chris.
CHRISTINE: Some things you don't forget.
(there is a long silence)
MARY BETH: So, it must be real good to see your Dad after all these years, huh?
BRIAN CAGNEY: Yes and no. Things have changed a lot. Not that he's young anymore, and grey hairs are catching up with all of us. (they all laugh) Except you, Chris. I like you blonde.
CHRISTINE: Thank you, Brian. You were saying about Charlie?
BRIAN CAGNEY: I think it's about time that we did a long, hard realistic look at the future. He's not as strong as he used to be, and now that his health is failing.
CHRISTINE: He's just had a bout of pneumonia, for crying out loud.
BRIAN CAGNEY: I think it's time he made a move to California. ... He could be with his grandchildren. Enjoy the sunshine. Eat oranges off the tree every morning. We've got a guesthouse he could live in. He wouldn't have to worry about rent and utilities. God knows, it would ease the poor man's financial burden.
CHRISTINE: The poor man doesn't have any financial burden!
BRIAN CAGNEY: He sure did before I started sending him a cheque every month.
(throughout this Mary Beth has looked embarrassed)
CHRISTINE: Why didn't you come to me for help?! Why did you go and ask Brian for money?!
CHARLIE: I never asked Brian for money.
CHRISTINE: You cashed his cheques, didn't you?!
CHARLIE: Hey, you hold it right there. Just because I'm laying half-dead in this bed, it does not give you the right to talk to me in that tone of voice, young lady! I am the parent. Do you understand that? And I don't owe you any explanations!
CHRISTINE: (nearly crying) Charlie, you make me so damn mad! I didn't know you were hitting him for money!
CHARLIE: You're doing it again, Chris. You're jumping to conclusions. I never asked Brian for anything! Chrissie, honey, listen to me. This is what happened. He used to send me these God-awful gifts that cost an arm and a leg. I mean, dumb things like fancy shirts and meerschaum pipes. I mean, I haven't smoked a pipe in years. You know that. Finally I said to him 'Why don't you send me some cash. If I need something I can go out and buy it'. Well, I guess he misunderstood me, because all of a sudden the cheques started coming regularly and, you know how he is,. I didn't wanna hurt his feelings...
CHRISTINE: Charlie, why don't you cut the crap, because I'm not buying that.
CHARLIE: OK. OK, Christine, those cheques came in very handy. You know, it must be very easy for you sitting up there on your high horse. Do you have any idea what my pension from the Department is? It is fifty-three hundred dollars a year. That and my social security. And if I didn't have a medical plan I couldn't afford to have pneumonia.
CHRISTINE: Well, you told me you had a nest egg.
CHARLIE: I never could manage money, Chris. Your mother was very good at it and Brian took after her. Christine, you put that chequebook back in your purse!
CHARLIE: Christine! I will tear it up the minute you give it to me! It'll never be cashed. I promise you that. I told your mother a long time ago I would never, ever live off a woman, and I mean it! I don't... (beginning to cough) I don't take charity!
CHRISTINE: You took Brian's charity.
CHARLIE: I took Brian's loans, Christine. Loans, and I am gonna pay him back. Every single dime!!
(the door opens and Dr. Shapiro comes in. Brian Cagney follows him in)
DR. SHAPIRO: Mr. Cagney, how are we doing tonight?
CHARLIE: Oh, I'm doing fine. I don't know how you're doing.
BRIAN CAGNEY: Looks like we've got some good news.
CHARLIE: You mean I get to walk to the john?
DR. SHAPIRO: Another day or two for that, but the lungs are clearing up. The way you're progressing, I say we should have you out here by the end of the week.
CHARLIE: Oh, now Doctor, you're not just pulling my leg just to try and cheer me up?
DR. SHAPIRO: Of course you're gonna have to be taking it easy for a while.
BRIAN CAGNEY: Dr. Shapiro says the prescription is plenty of rest, fresh juices and sunshine. That sounds like California to me.
(Charlie smiles. Chris looks shocked)
[Detectives' Squad room]
MARY BETH: It's only my opinion, Christine, but I think that, in his own way, Brian is doing what he thinks is best for Charlie.
CHRISTINE: Not that he's right, of course! He's just picking up where my mother left off. She always thought that she knew what was best for Charlie too.
MARY BETH: All I'm saying is don't let it worry you. There's no need to worry about your dad moving to California.
CHRISTINE: Am I worrying?! I'm not worried. ...It doesn't change the facts anyway.
COLEMAN: Cagney, the Lieutenant wants to see ya. Knelman's here.
SAMUELS: I'm not gonna beat around the bush, Sergeant Cagney. I've got some bad news on the incident at the restaurant. Mr. Nguyen still insists that you failed to give chase to the robbery suspect until it was too late to apprehend him.
CHRISTINE: Look, I know what I did, Lieutenant. The man's English is not good. His statement must be wrong.
KNELMAN: Nguyen's statement was verified through a Vietnamese interpreter. He also denies that you shot at the thief.
CHRISTINE: Well he's lying! What about the evidence the Duty Captain's team documented? The traces of gunpowder on my hand.
SAMUELS: Weapons' schedules confirmed that you fired two hundred and fifty rounds at the pistol range that day.
CHRISTINE: That was not old gunpowder, Lieutenant, I washed my hands. And I cleaned my gun before I left the range so it would be street-ready.
KNELMAN: We have no proof and no witness to document that, Sergeant Cagney.
CHRISTINE: Well, somebody must have heard the gunshot.
KNELMAN: Well, not according to our statements. Neither the ESD or the Firearms review or our own Precinct team has been able to locate the bullet that would back up your account.
CHRISTINE: Well then Newman's investigation isn't good enough! There must be something on my record.
SAMUELS: Unfortunately it is already on your record. ...Just for the time being, though. There will be a further inquiry. Pending that inquiry, however, based on official findings, Captain Corielli has recommended that, for the good of the Department, you be temporarily suspended.
CHRISTINE: (shocked) Suspended.
KNELMAN: Cagney, I wouldn't make a big deal out of this. There's nothing wrong with taking off a few days off work while this whole thing settles down.
CHRISTINE: With respect, Inspector, if you think I am gonna take this laying down, because I am not!
KNELMAN: Yes, Sergeant Cagney, I do! Frankly the importance of maintaining a low profile has everything to do with Downtown following through on this recommendation. (Chris turns her back on Knelman and looks out into the Squad room) Now considering on the evidence at this point, we don't want Nguyen to overreact, get on his soapbox with some sympathetic reporter and have this incident blown out of proportion by the Press. You do remember the Pineiro shooting? (Chris turns back) Now if we all play this by the book and the investigation comes out alright, it will not stand in the way of your promotion.
CHRISTINE: I think I'm entitled to know why I am being suspended. What are the charges?!
CHRISTINE: Non-Com? They're charging me with cowardice!
SAMUELS: (standing up) I'm sorry, Sergeant Cagney, I'm gonna have to ask for your gun and your shield.
(Mary Beth comes in. Chris is clearing out her locker into a big cardboard box)
CHRISTINE: What do you expect me to do? Go home like a good little girl and hope I just get lucky. Maybe somebody will suddenly come to their senses one of these days and say 'Just kidding!'. (throwing stuff into the box) I feel like garbage collector. Maybe I'll land up at the bottom of the city dump, huh? Vote 'Yes'! Maybe the NYPD is so short-handed, they won't mind having a coward on the force! I've been sixteen years on this job and they put me on the line.
MARY BETH: Downtown makes its own rules, Christine. We knew that coming in. They have to investigate.
CHRISTINE: Maybe they needed a case. How do you like being sold out by your own people?!
MARY BETH: Lieutenant Samuels, do you remember him. One of your own people.
MARY BETH: He called me into his office when you went slamming out of there. Told me my allergies are getting a lot worse lately.
CHRISTINE: You don't have allergies.
MARY BETH: You know. My allergy to clerical duty. 'Let's face it, Lacey' he says, 'Ten days now in that file room' he says 'And all that dust and all those musty papers. It's not getting any better. Take a forty-eight hours sick leave' he says 'Clear out the head'. He says a nice damp, dark alleyway, like that one behind Nguyen's restaurant is the perfect climate for my particular type of allergy.
CHRISTINE: (putting the box down and taking off her hat) Sounds just like what the doctor ordered for both of us!
MARY BETH: Oh forget 'us' Christine. You're grounded.
CHRISTINE: (putting her hat back on) Fine. (picking up the box again) I'll go there myself.
MARY BETH: No! You're in enough trouble already, Chris.
CHRISTINE: It's a free country, Mary Beth, I can look at alleys if I want to.
(she starts to go)
MARY BETH: Stop!!!
MARY BETH: (coming round in front of Chris) All right, you talked me into it. You can come along. I hate emotional blackmail.
[Precinct House yard]
MARY BETH: OK. We play it by the book. You can be there but I handle the investigation. I talk to Nguyen. (as Chris goes to get in the car) And I drive!
CHRISTINE: You what?!
MARY BETH: Well, until you're officially back on the job, Christine, all City cars are off-limits.
CHRISTINE: Are you trying to tell me I can't drive?
MARY BETH: I'm doing just what I was told.
CHRISTINE: Fine. (getting into the car) Who wants to drive in this town anyway?
MARY BETH: (in the car) Put your seatbelt on. ...Don't start with me, Christine! ...Put it on!!
(the duo gets out of the car. Chris rushes towards Nguyen's restaurant)
MARY BETH: (pulling Chris back) Christine!
CHRISTINE: This is my fight, Mary Beth. I was suspended because of that lying bastard!
MARY BETH: Yeah, and he's already railroaded you once. You go in there when you're suspended from duty, he'll make sure that Corielli hears about, ...and Knelman. By the book. Remember?
(a woman in a wheelchair brings a takeaway container from the kitchen which Nguyen puts in the bag)
MR. NGUYEN: (handing a customer her takeaway bag) I've put in something extra for you. Goodbye. (to Mary Beth) Now, what for I can get you, ah? Oh, double order? You eating for two now.
MARY BETH: (showing her shield) Yes, although one of us is only a baby. I'm Detective Lacey, Fourteenth Squad. I wanna talk to you about a robbery that occurred here at your establishment two nights ago.
MR. NGUYEN: I told the police everything.
MARY BETH: No, Mr. Nguyen, I don't think you did. Otherwise Sergeant Cagney wouldn't be suspended from doing her duty, sir.
MR. NGUYEN: (coming out from behind the counter) I've no more to tell you.
MARY BETH: Well, maybe we can start with what really happened.
MR. NGUYEN: (going to the woman in the wheelchair) I was missing.
MARY BETH: Mr. Nguyen!
MR. NGUYEN: Officer, my family, we come here to get away from the killing. To be American citizens, ha? To be free! (he reassures the woman in Vietnamese) This time I don't put my thumb down. And I don't listen to no police officers! No more. I protect myself!
(he wheels the woman away)
(Chris is looking at the scene in daylight. Mary Beth joins her)
MARY BETH: OK. Start from A. Maybe the team from Firearms dropped the ball. It wouldn't be the first time.
CHRISTINE: Are we gonna do it or are we gonna talk about it?!
MARY BETH: I am doing it, Christine.
CHRISTINE: Now we're looking for a bullet, a ricochet mark or a witness who saw the whole thing.
MARY BETH: I know what I am looking for.
CHRISTINE: Now listen, Mary Beth, I was down here when I fired. (walking back and forth) All right? ..See, there. And the kid was here, so the bullet's gotta be here ...or here ...or here.
MARY BETH: You are not even here. Remember that.
CHRISTINE: (Mary Beth has looked at a pile of rubbish sacks against a graffitied wall) Aren't you gonna search the garbage?!
MARY BETH: Well, firstly I thought I'd look at the ground, and then the wall ...and save the best to last.
CHRISTINE: (pointing to the wall) The only thing you're gonna find in this alleyway is undiscovered talent. Look at this. Voyeurs! Berserks! (sitting down by the wall) Notice this young Picasso. He uses bright vivid colours. (noticing something on some red graffiti and rubbing it with her finger) Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: Ah ha.
CHRISTINE: Come here.
MARY BETH: What is it?
CHRISTINE: What does it look like to you? ...Would you look!! What does it look like?!
MARY BETH: A blood stain.
CHRISTINE: Ah ha. Look like it's run into the graffiti. I'm telling ya, the bullet's still in the kid. That's why they couldn't find it.
MARY BETH: (as Chris takes an evidence bag from her handbag) Christine!
CHRISTINE: What? (as Mary Beth stares at her, she passes over the evidence bag) We should fill in a DD45 and take the blood for analysis.
MARY BETH: I will. after I've finished going over this alleyway.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, come on, I hit the kid. He has to have gotten help somewhere!
MARY BETH: I will deal with it, Christine, after I've finished going over this alleyway. (Chris puts her head close where Mary Beth is taking the sample) Why, don't you go for a walk or something.
CHRISTINE: I think I'll search the garbage.
(the boys are playing Monopoly on the coffee table. There is a large tub of popcorn)
MARY BETH: (sitting, knitting, with her feet up on the coffee table next to Harvey who is reading a book, " YOUR BABY'S NAME") So at least we have some proof that Christine went after him, like she says. You would not believe the number of hospital yards we have covered this day. The Metropolitan Walk is nothing
HARVEY: Hey, what do you think of Alexander? Sounds kind of nice. Manly, you know.
HARVEY JR.: Sounds like a wimp if you ask me.
HARVEY: Nobody asked you.
MARY BETH: Alexandria maybe.
HARVEY: Yeah. Either way. Sure. 'Ancient Greek'. Hey, listen to this. 'Defender of mankind'.
MARY BETH: Oh. I don't know, Harvey. It's an awful lot for a kid to live up to.
HARVEY: Too much, huh?
MICHAEL: How about Kip?
MARY BETH: Not enough to live up to.
HARVEY JR.: At least he doesn't have to be a "Junior".
HARVEY: What's wrong with being a "Junior"?
MARY BETH: Harvey is a name to be proud of.
HARVEY: You bet it's a name to be proud of! Let's see what it means. Hold on here. Huh! 'Warrior! One who protects his country'. How about that?
HARVEY JR.: It's a dumb name. I wanna a real name, ...like Sean.
MICHAEL: Yeah, like Sean Penn. He saw him in "Bad Boys". Ha, Harvey
HARVEY JR.: Shut up, Michael!
MARY BETH: Hey!
MICHAEL: We should all call you Harvey Sean.
HARVEY JR.: Shut up, Michael!!
MARY BETH: Hey! Hey. So you want us to call you Sean now?
HARVEY JR.: Yeah, why not?
HARVEY: I'll tell you why not. It's not the name we gave you.
HARVEY JR.: So why can't I pick out my own name? You're always saying you want me to grow up, make my own decisions. Well, I've decided I want a new name.
MARY BETH: (to Harvey) Is that OK with you? (Harvey shrugs his shoulders and nods) OK. (to Harvey Jr.) Do you mind passing the popcorn, ...Sean? (as she offers Harvey the popcorn) Oh no.
(Harvey starts to chuckle)
(Chris breezes past the receptionist)
RECEPTIONIST: Miss! Excuse me, Miss., visiting hours are over.
CHRISTINE: Oh, this is police business. I have to interrogate Mr. Cagney.
RECEPTIONIST: May I see your identification?
CHRISTINE: Sure. (she rifles in her handbag and gets out a small wallet. She points to a room indicator behind the receptionist) It looks like four-eighteen might be in trouble.
RECEPTIONIST: Four-eighteen's OK. I didn't fall off the tree yesterday. Badge, please.
CHRISTINE: I must have grabbed the wrong purse!
RECEPTIONIST: Why don't you bring he right purse tomorrow? Do you need anything else?
(the receptionist's phone goes. As Chris turns away, an orderly wheeling a screen comes by. Chris uses it to hide behind and get in while the receptionist is distracted)
CHARLIE: (playing Patience) Oh, hi, it's about time you got here. I didn't think you were coming.
CHRISTINE: Oh. Pop, it's been a long day. OK? (pecking his cheek) Hi.
CHARLIE: How ya doing? OK? So it's going fine. I'm eventually getting back to health.
CHRISTINE: (picking a box from the chair to sit down) What's this?
CHARLIE: Oh, that Brian. He's always bringing me something. It's a robe. He says I could wear it lounging around his pool in California. How about that? Ha, ha, ha.
CHRISTINE: (casting the robe aside disdainfully) It's beautiful. (grabbing the cards) OK! I deal!
CHRISTINE: Oh! I thought you wanted to play cards.
CHARLIE: (resignedly) You deal.
(the next day the duo are walking along with a doctor)
MARY BETH: The last two or three days. Anything?
DR. STRATHMORE: I'm lucky to remember who I treated four hours ago. Three days ago is impossible.
CHRISTINE: (pushing in between Mary Beth and the doctor) If you can just...
DR. STRATHMORE: I'm busting my butt trying to be nice to the Detective. (to Chris) You look like you're lost.
DR. STRATHMORE: Can I see your identification, Sergeant!
MARY BETH: You saw mine, Doctor. And if you can give us a little help here. We keep coming up blind on every Emergency Room record we check.
DR. STRATHMORE: It's not my problem.
CHRISTINE: Oh, another caring practitioner of the Hippocratic Oath!
MARY BETH: (stepping in between Chris and the doctor) Dr. Strathmore, are you telling me that you don't know any interns who are moonlighting on the side.
DR. STRATHMORE: I don't really have the time.
CHRISTINE: Of course not! They're too busy saving mankind, right?!
DR. STRATHMORE: (walking off) Oh, I don't have to take this!
MARY BETH: Oh Excuse me. I'm sorry for my partner, but she's under a lot of pressure, but we're looking for any help that you can give us.
DR. STRATHMORE: All I can tell you is to go back and check the records?
MARY BETH: (as Dr. Strathmore walks off) Thank you.
CHRISTINE: (shouting) Yes! Thanks a lot! Next time you need a cop take two aspirin and call in the morning!!
MARY BETH: Come on.
CHRISTINE: You don't have to apologise for me, Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: I told you that I would handle it! I thought we had an agreement.
CHRISTINE: They're calling me a coward! So what do you expect me to do?
MARY BETH: What you are doing is not helping, so I'm dropping you at the subway.
CHRISTINE: I don't want to go.
MARY BETH: I mean it, Christine! You go home Go visit your dad. Go to an art museum! Let me do this. Let me go sometime. You can't do everything yourself.
CHRISTINE: I can't just do nothing!
MARY BETH: Well you can trust your friend! I'm not gonna let you down!
(they look hard and long at one another)
CHRISTINE: You better not. Your new partner could be Newman.
MARY BETH: (as they get in the car) Newman I hear is terrific.
CHRISTINE: Says who?
(they get in the car)
MARY BETH: Put your seat belt on!
CHRISTINE: I won't.
MARY BETH: Don't smart-mouth me, Christine. Put your seat belt on!!
[Corridor outside Chris's loft]
CHRISTINE: (returning home at night) Hi, Brian.
BRIAN CAGNEY: Hi. I tried to get you at work, but they said you were on temporary leave.
CHRISTINE: (as she unlocks the door) Yeah, well, I got myself a couple of days off.
BRIAN CAGNEY: You've a lovely place here, Christine.
CHRISTINE: I like it. Do you wanna drink?
BRIAN CAGNEY: Yeah, in a second. ...I missed you at the hospital yesterday.
CHRISTINE: I went by later. I saw the robe you gave Charlie.
BRIAN CAGNEY: Just a little something to cheer him up. I think he liked it.
CHRISTINE: It must have cost a lot.
BRIAN CAGNEY: How much do you think it cost?
CHRISTINE: A hundred and fifty dollars.
BRIAN CAGNEY: A hundred and eighty. It wasn't the price that was important. I wanted to get him something to make him happy.
CHRISTINE: I think you're trying to buy him off. You're trying to take Charlie away from me.
BRIAN CAGNEY: I'm trying to do what's best for him, that's why I'm here. He listens to you. He trusts your advice.
CHRISTINE: Oh, what kind of advice do you want me to give him? Go West, old man. Go West, where your dear son can nurse you back to health.
BRIAN CAGNEY: I will do whatever I can for him. I care very much about our father.
CHRISTINE: And I don't, is that it?!
BRIAN CAGNEY: I didn't say that!
CHRISTINE: I'm the one who went to stay with him while you stayed home tied to Mother's apron strings! I'm the one who stood by him!!
BRIAN CAGNEY: Well, good for you, Christine! At least you stuck by somebody!!
CHRISTINE: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
BRIAN CAGNEY: Well, maybe you don't remember the woman who gave birth to you. You wouldn't even leave your precious Parisian holiday to come to her funeral!
CHRISTINE: It was not a holiday!! I was in school! I was in the middle of Finals and you now that! You know it. You said she was gone! It was too late. What was the point?
BRIAN CAGNEY: What was the point?! ...Your mother died and you can't even be bothered to pay your respects! ...You did manage to pick up your half of the inheritance, though. I see you're living in fine style off her money.
(Chris slaps his face)
CHRISTINE: (breaking up) You've no right. You've no right to say that to me! I never cared for mother's money. I never cared about her country club or her fancy friends. ...You know, Brian, I couldn't even keep my Mary Janes clean. I just couldn't be you.
BRIAN CAGNEY: She loved you. The day you left, she cried like a baby.
CHRISTINE: (almost crying) Sure. ...Yeah. ...You...
BRIAN CAGNEY: For God's sake, Christine. You were her daughter. She just did not know how to reach you.
CHRISTINE: When did she ever try?
BRIAN CAGNEY: Christine! None of us knew how!
CHRISTINE: Charlie knew. He liked me just the way I was! He didn't try to change me. It was just fine with him. We're exactly alike, Charlie and me! And we belong together and I'm not gonna give him up without a fight!
BRIAN CAGNEY: I'm not gonna fight you, Christine. Dad doesn't need a son. He's got you.
[Detectives' Squad room]
(a record is racking up on a computer screen)
CORASSA: (to Coleman) Bingo! You've found it under Chroncom.
COLEMAN: Hey, what do you think that the only thing I've got going for me is a pretty face and a smiling personality?
MARY BETH: Do you know what it looks like to me? It looks like the New York Police Department has been there before.
(he is looking through a computer printout)
MARY BETH: October third. June fourteenth. January twenty-first. And that's just the past twenty-four months, sir. These complaints go back over three years. All of them challenged by the officer and none of them substantiated leading to disciplinary action.
SAMUELS: Show me the guy that doesn't like cops.
MARY BETH: Sir, in nineteen eighty-one Mr. Nguyen and his wife were attacked by four gang men. Both were shot and left for dead. Mr. Nguyen recovered. His wife was paralysed from the waist down.
SAMUELS: Nguyen blames the Department, huh?
MARY BETH: He's an angry man, sir. I figure the other night, when the thief got away, Mr. Nguyen decided to make Christine pay for it.
SAMUELS: Corassa! Hey, where's Newman?! Why didn't you guys come up with this?!!
CORASSA: My partner, the hotshot, left me a note this morning. (taking it from his shirt pocket) 'Got a line on something that came up to me. Love and kisses. Newman.
SAMUELS: Love and kisses?
[Hospital payphone/Detectives' Squad room]
(Chris is on the phone)
MARY BETH: Do you wanna hear this or not?
CHRISTINE: I wanna hear that somebody's doing something to get me off the hook! Newman couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag!
MARY BETH: Well, if you listen to me for one minute, you will hear me telling you that Newman and I have everything under control. He did good work, Christine. He turned up this ex-medic from Nairn. A guy who calls himself Dr. Bones. He's a fix-it man for people who need to avoid hospital.
NEWMAN: If you wanna keep on making house calls you better tell us who this kid is and where we can find him.
DR. BONES: Hey, listen. Information on my patients is strictly confidential. Now, I can end up in a bad way myself. You know what I'm saying?
(Newman steps back and Mary Beth comes and sits down gingerly at the table)
MARY BETH: Dr. Bones, I know I may look to you like some pregnant old lady but I get very serious when I have a problem, and right now I have a problem. You see my partner is in trouble, and there is very little that I wouldn't do to help her. I'm sure you understand, Doctor. Now I don't wanna make your life miserable. In fact I would hate to see you crawling out of Attica State Prison, a grey old man, (putting her hand on her stomach) long after this one here has graduated from college. ...Or maybe medical school. You're a young man yet. You have a lot of living to do. And I, personally, would like to see you get the chance to do it. ...Do you know what I'm saying?
(Newman smiles. Dr. Bones looks uneasy)
(Chris comes in and gets a tray)
TANNOY: Dr. Mick to Surgery. Dr. Mick to Surgery.
(Brian is ahead of her and spots her)
BRIAN CAGNEY: You're not following me, are you Sergeant?
CHRISTINE: Since when did you like chocolate pudding?
BRIAN CAGNEY: It dates from when you had your tonsils out, Christine. It's not exactly nouvelle cuisine, is it?
CHRISTINE: I hate that toy food.
BRIAN CAGNEY: Me too. The clients like it. It's hard to break old habits.
TANNOY: Paging Sergeant Christine Cagney. Sergeant Christine Cagney, please call your precinct.
CHRISTINE: Excuse me.
[James Buchanon High School corridor]
(Chris comes in and goes up to a female uniformed officer standing outside the Principals Office)
CHRISTINE: Is he in there?
OFFICER: Yeah. (as Chris attempts to go in) You can't go in there.
(Mary Beth comes out with the teenager. His arm is in a sling)
MARY BETH: Do you recognise this young man?
CHRISTINE: Yeah. ...Yes.
SAMUELS: Sergeant Cagney, it is my pleasure to tell you that as of five o'clock today all charges against you have been resolved and found to be unsubstantiated. The Police Commissioner has officially made a statement, Cagney. (handing her shield and gun) Welcome back.
CHRISTINE: Thank you, Lieutenant.
SAMUELS: Well, that's the good news.
MARY BETH: The bad news?
CHRISTINE: The bad news is that Detective Lacey's sick leave is terminated.
MARY BETH: Yes sir! Thank you, sir.
SAMUELS: So now you're officially back on clerical duty. (Mary Beth's face drops) If you don't think you can stand it today, you can knock off early and take the Sergeant over to Flannery's and have one on me.
MARY BETH: I'd be happy to, sir.
CHRISTINE: Thanks, Lieutenant.
CHRISTINE: (coming in) Hey, Mary Beth!
MARY BETH: Yeah.
CHRISTINE: Do you mind if I take a rain check on that drink tonight.
MARY BETH: Oh, it's OK by me. I wouldn't mind going home, putting my feet up.
MARY BETH: There's nothing wrong, is there?
CHRISTINE: No, I just wanna get over and see Charlie earlier tonight. Surprise him. And Brian
MARY BETH: It must be great having a big brother. And so handsome too.
CHRISTINE: There are times I think he looks like James Darren. He has my mother's good looks, you know? Me, I take after Charlie. Blue eyes. Strong jaw. He says I have his nose.
MARY BETH: Yeah, you're your father's daughter.
CHRISTINE: Officer daughter. That's what Charlie calls me. Sergeant officer daughter.
MARY BETH: If you don't mind my saying so, Christine, I think that's one of your problems.
MARY BETH: Officer daughter. You're thinking cop all the time.
CHRISTINE: That's what I am.
MARY BETH: No, it's what you do. This last week, you were suspended. You were still Chris Cagney.
CHRISTINE: Yeah. Chris Cagney without a badge, I wasn't much good was I? ...I'm proud of being a cop, Mary Beth. I've never been this great at anything in my life. I wanna hold on to that.
MARY BETH: Nobody's taking anything away, Christine.
CHRISTINE: No, not anymore, they're not. (they smile at one another) Thanks.
(Chris is standing watching)
BRIAN CAGNEY: (helping Charlie into bed) There you go.
CHARLIE: Oh thanks, mate.
BRIAN CAGNEY: When you coming?
CHARLIE: Oh, maybe in a couple of months.
BRIAN CAGNEY: How about Christmas in California?
CHARLIE: Oh no, that'd be too soon. A big trip like that takes a little planning.
BRIAN CAGNEY: Oh, I was thinking of more than just a visit.
CHARLIE: It'd be great to get out in the sunshine, away from these cold New York winters. Get to know my grandkids a little better but, ...I know where my home is.
(Brian nods. Chris smiles)
BRIAN CAGNEY: (embracing his father) Well, I'll be talking to ya.
CHARLIE: Yeah. Sure.
BRIAN CAGNEY: (to Chris) I better get going.
CHRISTINE: I'll see you out.
BRIAN CAGNEY: Well, I think you win.
CHRISTINE: Look, we both know what's best for Charlie. ...Brian, I know we don't always see eye-to-eye on things.
BRIAN CAGNEY: Sure.
CHRISTINE: You can still send your cheques to Charlie if you want too. It's not that I don't want you to stop, but you don't have to.
BRIAN CAGNEY: It's not a hardship for me.
CHRISTINE: Well, I know that. You have other people who depend on you. You have two kids and a wife. You're not a poor man. And now I can take care of Charlie too. I'd like to, Brian.
BRIAN CAGNEY: I'm gonna make sure he doesn't need for anything.
CHARLIE: I'm glad that you've got Charlie's grandchildren.
BRIAN CAGNEY: Yeah, they asked when they're gonna meet their aunt. Especially as being a detective is a pretty glamorous job.
CHRISTINE: Yeah, well, it's also a lot of hard work.
BRIAN CAGNEY: Well, maybe someday you can tell them yourself.
CHRISTINE: Maybe so.
BRIAN CAGNEY: (they look at one another) You know, you have Mum's smile.
CHRISTINE: You have her smile.
(Chris holds out her hand. Brian puts an arm round her and kisses her cheek)