Family Connections
Original Airdate: February 10, 1986

[Precinct House yard]

(Chris and Isbecki arrive in a Squad car and get out)
ISBECKI: Look, I'm telling ya, I've worked this girl for a couple of years. Whatever she tells us is reliable. Believe me!
CHRISTINE: I've had enough of it. You're wasting my time, Isbecki.
ISBECKI: Look, I'm telling you, Franny knows what she's talking about.
CHRISTINE: I'm telling you I want to take Maturine to the cleaners. He's violating the Gambling Act.

[Precinct House front desk]

COLEMAN: Good morning.
CHRISTINE: Speak for yourself, Coleman.
ISBECKI: She does business with Maturine.
CHRISTINE: Among others.
ISBECKI: What's that supposed to mean?

[Detectives' Squad room]

CHRISTINE: It means that just because you and Franny have had a few good tumbles in the sack, it does not qualify her as a reliable NYPD source on known bookmakers.
ISBECKI: I never let business interfere with pleasure.
NEWMAN: Don't you mean you never let pleasure interfere with business?
CHRISTINE: He got it right the first time.
ISBECKI: (pursuing her as she goes towards the rest rooms) Cagney!
CHRISTINE: That is enough!
ISBECKI: There's a lot of facts you don't know anything about! I just want you to know a few of them.

[Ladies toilet]

ISBECKI: (following Chris in) Look, all I am saying here. Let's check out Maturine again.
CHRISTINE: Isbecki! What are you doing in here?!
ISBECKI: (backing out) Oh. Sorry. (she slams the door behind him Through the door) Cagney. Please!

[Ski store]

(the duo and Harvey Jr. are looking around)
CHRISTINE: One week with Isbecki, Mary Beth, and I understand why people go over the edge.
MARY BETH: His girlfriend didn't come through, right?
CHRISTINE: I didn't say that. ...So he got lucky! Now all we have to do is get a warrant to get a tap on Maturine's phone. Isbecki's not chortling yet.
MARY BETH: You're the ski expert. (holding up a sweater) Here, is this gonna keep Harve Jr. warm enough.
CHRISTINE: Oh, it's nothing I'd wear but it's fine. Mary Beth, are you listening to me? I'm gonna be stuck with him until Petrie comes back from his vacation! My partner's are going from bad to worse and your baby is just laying there. Don't you thing it's time for it to come out and face the music.
MARY BETH: Three more weeks, Christine.
CHRISTINE: Well, that's the bonus. Couldn't they deliver it early?
MARY BETH: Yeah, a couple of days. So?
CHRISTINE: Well, maybe it's closer than you think. It couldn't be just two more weeks?
MARY BETH: Enough, Christine!
CHRISTINE: On the other hand, three weeks. I'm sure it'll be here before we know it.
MARY BETH: I'll tell you, I never felt better in my life. I got my second wind. Of course it's semester break for the boys, though. With Harve Jr. on Bristol Mountain and Michael going off to Washington DC with his grandmother, Harve Sr. and I are gonna have a little seventy-two hour honeymoon.
HARVEY JR.: Mum! (wearing a ski jacket) Look, this one's rare.
CHRISTINE: Oh, that's a great looking jacket, Harvey. Great colour too.
MARY BETH: How much? (looking at the price tag) No. Your school parka will be just fine. It's very rare too.
CHRISTINE: (through her teeth to Mary Beth as he puts the jacket back) Does this little ski outing happen to include boys and girls by any chance?
MARY BETH: Yeah.
CHRISTINE: Mm hm. Good luck.
MARY BETH: What do you mean by that?
CHRISTINE: Coming of age, Mary Beth. You have a growing boy on your hands. He's probably chomping at the bit to sew some wild oats. ...As soon as he gets rid of old Mom and Dad!
HARVEY JR.: Mum! (holding up a pair of skis) Look at these racers?
MARY BETH: (without looking) You're renting. (as he puts the skis back) It's a very well chaperoned trip. Besides, I trust my son.
CHRISTINE: You can trust him all you want. I'm just telling you how I remember my ski club outings.
MARY BETH: Mm hm.
CHRISTINE: Oh, I wonder what ever happened to Rex Amenata. Listen to this. Six foot two. Dark curly hair. And with the broadest shoulders and the tightest...
HARVEY JR.: (Harvey Jr. coming up) Mum!
CHRISTINE: (she raises her voice) ...and, one of the best tight ends on the football team. Great athlete!
HARVEY JR.: (holding up a lip pencil) Do we have this stuff at home for chapped lips?
MARY BETH: Too much grease is bad for your skin.
HARVEY JR.: This is for my lips.
CHRISTINE: His lips!
MARY BETH: We'll talk about your lips later.
(Harvey Jr. goes to put the lip pencil back)
CHRISTINE: I'm telling you you can't keep a kid under wraps, Mary Beth. You've gotta let go sometime. Charlie was very smart that way with me, giving me a free rein early. And look how I turned out!
MARY BETH: Harvey! Let's go!

[Laceys' lounge/kitchen]

(Harvey hears Mary Beth and Harvey Jr., who is wearing ski goggles, returning from shopping)
MARY BETH: (to Harvey Jr.) Tell me again, how many parents are going along as backup?
(Harvey Jr. shakes his head)
HARVEY: Where have you guys been?
MARY BETH: Hi, honey. Shopping for Harve Jr.'s ski trip.
HARVEY: Hey, come on, Mary Beth, you heard what the doctor said about taking it easy. Why don't you put your feet up. It'll come before you're ready. (trying to take a bag from her) Let me take this?
MARY BETH: I'm fine. (to Harvey Jr.) Harve. How many?
HARVEY JR.: Mum, I gotta go.
HARVEY: (to Mary Beth) Go ahead.
MARY BETH: What?
HARVEY: How would I like to play Garibaldi Golf?
MARY BETH: OK. How would you like to play Garibaldi Golf?
HARVEY: Frequently, Mary Beth. Just great.!
(he picks up a long, gift-wrapped box with a big ribbon on it)
MARY BETH: I guess that's crazy. (looking at the long box) Oh.
HARVEY: Guess who he thinks is the perfect contractor for the Saratoga Springs job.
MARY BETH: Oh, Harve. (she gives him a kiss) Oh, that's wonderful. (kissing him again) Wonderful!
HARVEY: Now he wants me to go up the day after tomorrow to make the bid. (Mary Beth looks at the gift box) You see, that what worries me. I mean, taking off, and the kids and Muriel out of town. You being alone so far away.
MARY BETH: Honey, it's one day. No, no. It's one day! I've got plenty of time. We're talking a very important job here.
HARVEY: This could make a difference in down payments for the new mortgage.
MARY BETH: (getting very excited) Ohhh!!! Oh, honey, three kids in the family. The timing couldn't be better.
HARVEY: It's OK.
MARY BETH: OK?! (they kiss and canoodle) It's fantastic!

[Outside Charlie's apartment]

(Chris is knocking on the door. She can hear dance music)
CHRISTINE: Hey, Charlie! Open up!!

[Charlie's apartment]

(the door is not locked. Chris comes in to find Charlie swaying in front of the record player)
CHRISTINE: Hey, Charlie!!
CHARLIE: Chrissie!!!
(Charlie turns down the volume)
CHRISTINE: (agitatedly) Hey, Pop, I've been knocking out there. You had the music on so loud.
CHARLIE: Yeah, yeah! I sure wished you'd called to let me know you were coming.
CHRISTINE: I thought I'd take you out to dinner. What do ya say, huh? My treat.
CHARLIE: Oh, gee honey, I'm a little tired tonight.
CHRISTINE: Are you?
CHARLIE: (shepherding her out) Yeah, yeah.
CHRISTINE: OK. We could send out for pizza. What do you say? Pepperoni and onions.
CHARLIE: Hey! Hey. Yes. (picking up her handbag) Sure! Terrific. Another time, huh?
CHRISTINE: (Charlie is standing there nervously fingering her hand bag) What's wrong with you? (picking up a bottle) Are you boozing again, Pop? ...Oh, Charlie, the doctor told you you cannot touch this stuff anymore! You drink this stuff, you are gonna die!!
CHARLIE: Chrissie! I am not boozing!! I am dry and still on the wagon!
CHRISTINE: That's why you've been giving me bum steer since I got in here!
CHARLIE: Chrissie, it's not the booze.
CHRISTINE: Oh, stop lying to me, Charlie!!! What do you call this?!!
DONNA LA MAR: (from the bedroom doorway in a silk dressing gown) Honey! Don't be giving your dad a hard time. (holding up a glass) The stuff is mine.
CHRISTINE: (after an embarrassing silence) I didn't know you had company, Pop.
CHARLIE: Chris. (she leaves) Oh boy.

[Laceys' bedroom/bathroom]

(early morning. It is light. Mary Beth is sitting up. Harvey is asleep. The alarm goes. Harvey struggles out of bed)
MARY BETH: Harvey. How old were you the first time you had sex? ...Well, what's the matter? It's so long ago you can't remember?
HARVEY: Are you reading magazine quizzes again?
MARY BETH: This is not a difficult question, Harve!
HARVEY: Sixteen.
MARY BETH: Ah ha.
HARVEY: ...Ah ha.
MARY BETH: Your son, Harve Jr., our firstborn. He's gonna be sixteen ...in two months.
HARVEY: So?
MARY BETH: So?! When was the last time you had a talk with him? You know what I'm referring to?
HARVEY: Yeah. We straightened this all out when he was twelve years old, Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: (as he goes into the bathroom) Twelve!!
HARVEY: Twelve!
MARY BETH: (coming into the bathroom) I'm not talking birds and bees here, Harvey. I'm talking actual people. Boy-girl. Hormones. Nature taking its course.
HARVEY: Hormones we talked about, Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: Well, I think it's time for an update.
HARVEY: When we both get back, we'll talk.
MARY BETH: No, Harvey, before you both leave.
HARVEY: (cleaning his teeth) Mmmm.
MARY BETH: Tonight, Harve. This field trip is for young males and females.
HARVEY: Mary Beth, there are three sets parents travelling with them. The kid'll be lucky if he can get to the john by himself!
MARY BETH: Harvey, I was living at home with my mother and looking over my shoulder the whole time. And when we were at your place, Muriel's place, sure, we never had one minute to ourselves but we found one anyway.
HARVEY: Ha, ha, ha. And we sure did, didn't we?!
MARY BETH: (as he gives her a hug) Yeah. ..Tonight, Harve.
HARVEY: Tonight! Now you're right about Harvey Jr.. (as he goes back into the bedroom) He's probably just a chip off the old block.
(she looks after him thoughtfully)

[Judge Hartman's chambers]

(at the New York Supreme Court)
JUDGE HANSEN: What I need to know, Sergeant Cagney, is why did you not trust the word of your reliable, confidential informer that Mr. Maturine is indeed in business with Mr. Sweeney.
ISBECKI: Er, You Honour, this lady has helped the Department a great deal in the past.
(Chris is upset)
JUDGE HANSEN: And what's the lady's name?
CHRISTINE: Oh, the source prefers to remain anonymous, Your Honour, but if I can remind you of the cheese box terminal attached to Mr. Maturine's telephone.
JUDGE HANSEN: It's a free country. It's not against the law to reroute calls from one address to another.
ISBECKI: That's right, Judge, but this guy's got a yellow sheet with a history of bookmaking arrests.
JUDGE HANSEN: For six years Mr. Maturine has had a clean record. You can't nail the man for past mistakes.
CHRISTINE: Forget old history, Your Honour. For the last four weeks surveillance has photographed him in conversations with known gamblers on five separate occasions including one, Warren 'Ed' Sweeney. (Chris passes over the photos) I'd say that meets the criteria for Probable Cause.
JUDGE HANSEN: Sergeant Cagney, I prefer more than Probable Cause. Mr. Maturine's constitutional rights are at stake here.
ISBECKI: Let's get this straight, Judge, if people like you and me respected every criminal's constitutional rights, we'd never get them behind bars.
CHRISTINE: Your Honour, I think what Detective Isbecki meant to say...
JUDGE HANSEN: An honest cop! I like that.
CHRISTINE: Your Honour,...
JUDGE HANSEN: In this particular case. Probable Cause would be sufficient.
ISBECKI: All right!!!

[Detectives' Squad room]

(Charlie comes in)
CHARLIE: Burning the old midnight oil again, huh?
CHRISTINE: Pop! What are you doing here?
CHARLIE: Hey, I just thought I'd come by and take my Sergeant-daughter out to dinner.
CHRISTINE: Oh, geeze Charlie, I'm a little backed up here.
CHARLIE: I guess so! Couldn't get to a phone all day, huh? I left three messages.
CHRISTINE: (packing up the papers she is working on) I guess this can wait.
CHARLIE: Good.

[Lucky Shamrock bar]

CHARLIE: (to the waitress) I'll have the usual. ...Ginger ale.
CHRISTINE: I'll have a double. ...I'm sorry. Just get two ginger ales, please.
CHARLIE: You know, Donna's not very happy about the way you two met the other night.
CHRISTINE: Charlie, I prefer to forget it.
PATRON [OC]: Hey, Charlie!
(Charlie nods)
CHRISTINE: People seem to know you pretty well here at the old Lucky Shamrock, huh?
CHARLIE: Oh yeah, that's Donna. She's a little firecracker, you know. I mean, she likes to paint the town. Loves to dance. You know, she used to be a Rockette! Can you picture that? Me with a Rockette. She really likes to let her hair down.
CHRISTINE: Yeah, I could see that.
CHARLIE: What does that mean?
CHRISTINE: Well, there was a whole bottle of Scotch, practically gone, Charlie, and since you're not drinking...
CHARLIE: I told you I wasn't drinking!
CHRISTINE: Well, that must be very hard for you to be around a woman who does drink that much in front of you.
CHARLIE: She had two drinks, Christine, at my insistence! She's helped me to stay on the wagon.
CHRISTINE: Well, it didn't look that way to me.
CHARLIE: Well, maybe you should have looked a little closer!
(the ginger ales arrive)
CHARLIE: (to the waitress) Thanks.
CHRISTINE: Thank you.
CHARLIE: Come on, Chris, give her a break, she's a nice lady. She wants you to come to dinner Friday night.
CHRISTINE: I'm busy Friday.
CHARLIE: Saturday?!
CHRISTINE: Charlie, she is your friend. Why do I have to be rubbing shoulders with her?
CHARLIE: What does that matter?! Why are you talking like that?!
CHRISTINE: It's none of my business if you wanna fool around with a woman like that.
CHARLIE: (shouting and stopping) Woman like... (quietly) Woman like what?
CHRISTINE: Hey. I was raised by the lady that you married.
CHARLIE: Chris. ...Your mother was a wonderful, wonderful woman. She just forgot how to have fun, that's all. She started taking everything so seriously. And you're a lot like her in that respect. (Chris stares at Charlie) Donna. ...Donna's different. She may not be Westchester. But I've never had more fun with anybody.
(Chris continues to stare at Charlie)

[Laceys' lounge/kitchen]

HARVEY: What you reading, babe?
MARY BETH: (referring to the magazine she is reading) This doctor. He says that couples planning families can determine whether it's a boy or girl depending on their diet.
HARVEY: Diet?
MARY BETH: Yeah. Quote 'Couples preferring girls. The husband is advised to consume large amounts of coffee for several weeks prior to coitus to raise the acidity level of the sperm cells' Unquote.
HARVEY: Mary Beth, why are we reading this now?
MARY BETH: It's interesting.
HARVEY: I know, but it's like ordering another round of beers after everybody's gone home. The party's over, Mary Beth. Boy or girl, I'm happy, because he's ours.
MARY BETH: Yeah. (looking at the front cover of mother and child) As long as our baby's happy.
HARVEY: Oh, all right, all right. I understand.
MARY BETH: What?
HARVEY: Yeah, I remember this happened a couple of weeks before both the boys were born.
MARY BETH: What happened?
HARVEY: Well, you get a little nervous, honey.
MARY BETH: I wouldn't say I was nervous.
HARVEY: Well, maybe that's a bad word. It's what? It's like you get ...anxious.
MARY BETH: I wouldn't say I was anxious either!
HARVEY: Well, what do you call it, Mary Beth? it's like you get er, I don't know. What is it? It's like you get er, hopped-up. It's like a little bird working overtime, you know, trying to build her nest before the winter comes.
MARY BETH: Oh. ...That's nice Harve. Yeah. Well, maybe something like that. Maybe I'm ...getting ready for change, and newness and... I gave a lot of thanks for this baby.
HARVEY: You and me both, sweetheart. Sometimes it seems like a dream. I mean, being a father again at my age. Starting all over like when we first got married. Before the hard times. I mean, nothing could stop us then. Last year when you got sick and I thought I'd lost ya. I mean to have both of ya. This baby, it's a gift, Mary Beth, a gift.
MARY BETH: (feeling her stomach) Oo!
HARVEY: What is it?! What's wrong?
MARY BETH: (panting) Nothing! Er, no, nothing. It's just a false contraction. That's all.
HARVEY: Well, how do you know? Maybe it's a warning. I mean, maybe something's gonna happen in a couple of hours. I'm calling Saratoga Springs.
MARY BETH: No! ...Harve, don't be silly! It's a false contraction. I know the difference between a false contraction and a real one.
HARVEY: No offence, Mary Beth, but it's been eleven years. You're out of practice. I'm calling Jake and I'm cancelling tomorrow!
MARY BETH: Harvey Lacey, you talked about me getting all hopped-up. You're the one who's hopping off the deep end here.
(Mary Beth takes the phone off him)
HARVEY: I don't wanna leave you alone.
MARY BETH: I'm not gonna be alone. Christine is a phone call away. (giving him a peck) And if this baby gets all nervous and anxious and decides to come early, (giving him another peck) I'll just tell him he'll have to wait until his daddy gets home. ...Nothing's going wrong. I won't let it.
HARVEY: (embracing her) It's down to Chris.
MARY BETH: Yes, I know.
(next morning)
MARY BETH: Make sure you design the Garibaldi.
HARVEY: (picking up his briefcase) I will.
MARY BETH: But not too hard.
HARVEY: OK.
MARY BETH: Be careful with those roads and give me a call when you get in.
HARVEY: I'll call you to let you know what time I'll be back tomorrow. You're gonna be all right. You and Chris, you both have the number.
MARY BETH: Would you quit worrying. We're fine. (seeing Harvey Jr. come in wearing his ski goggles they move away) Did everything go OK with Harvey Jr.? ...The talk. ...The talk!
HARVEY: I'll talk to him in the car on the way to the bus.
MARY BETH: Harvey!
HARVEY: I promise. (giving her a kiss) I love you. I love you. Harvey!!! Let's go!
HARVEY JR.: Bye, Mum.
MARY BETH: You've gotta have eyes in the back of your head on that mountain. (lifting up the goggles) And none of the hot-dog stuff either.
HARVEY JR.: Mum, I'm not a baby anymore.
MARY BETH: I know that, sweetheart. (giving him a kiss) Don't you think I know that.
HARVEY JR.: Mum, don't worry. I'll be careful. I promise.
MARY BETH: You do that. Because going down that mountain could be a little scary.
HARVEY [OC]: Harvey!!!
HARVEY JR.: Mum, I'll miss my bus.
MARY BETH: (grabbing him by the lapels) Harvey! Remember, Harve, ...the first time... The first time is always better ...when you love someone. (he looks bemused. She kisses again and pushes him off) Go. Go.

[Telephone exchange room]

(a tape recorder is connected to the exchange equipment. Isbecki has headphones on. Chris is making notes on the phone conversation)
MARGURITE: I'm telling you I can't afford any more action on the Knicks. I'm hold the line at three.
SWEENEY: I told this guy I'd give him some action. He only wanted at fifty grand.
MARGURITE: Look, I've got five hundred grand covered. If I go anymore, I'll have to lay off.
SWEENEY: Oh, come on. You can go another fifty. How about going both ways?
MARGURITE: Well, hey, if you wanna go both ways, that's something else.
SWEENEY: I'm only in this for the duty. I have a deal. Twenty-five and twenty.
MARGURITE: Done.
CHRISTINE: Maturine doing his best to keep Ma Bell in business.
ISBECKI: By the way he's talking he'll put himself right out of business.
CHRISTINE: I'm going to have these tapes transcribed by this afternoon. Do you want me to get you some coffee before I head back?
ISBECKI: I've got coffee running out of my ears.
CHRISTINE: OK.
ISBECKI: Something to nibble on, maybe.
CHRISTINE: How about a pair of knuckles?!
ISBECKI: You're tough.
CHRISTINE: You're predictable.
ISBECKI: Oh, Cagney, don't you ever dream how it would be between us?
CHRISTINE: (as she walks out) Not in my wildest.

[Back alley outside the telephone exchange]

(after Chris has gone round the corner a uniformed doorman comes out of another door and shows two men the back entrance to the exchange. They tip him)

[Telephone exchange room]

(there is a knock at the door)
ISBECKI: (getting up and opening the door) Couldn't stay away, huh, Cagney?
(the two men rush in and beat Isbecki unconscious. They take the tape out of the machine, tear up the call logs and leave)

[Hospital ward]

(Chris arrives with flowers)
CHRISTINE: You'll do anything to get a day off, won't you, Isbecki? (giving him the flowers) Here.
ISBECKI: These are beautiful. (smelling them) Really beautiful.
CHRISTINE: Well, they were in the shop downstairs. They're not much but, what the hell, I thought maybe they'd cheer you up.
ISBECKI: Do you know, this is the first time anyone has ever given me flowers?
CHRISTINE: Sure.
ISBECKI: No, I'm serious. All them roses I've given over time. All the females. Where are they now when I need 'em?
CHRISTINE: (taking the flowers to put in a vase) Here. I'll put 'em in water. Doctor says you're getting out, when? On Sunday?
ISBECKI: I sure nailed those goons, Chris.
CHRISTINE: Victor, you don't need to justify yourself. There were two of them and they took you by surprise.
ISBECKI: Yeah. A couple of years ago I could have got on top of 'em anyway. I was in my prime then.
CHRISTINE: I think we've got a lot of stuff on those tapes. I really do. Maturine wouldn't be so hot to scare us off if we weren't moving in close. What do you think?
ISBECKI: It doesn't seem to mean much anymore.
CHRISTINE: Is that you, Victor?! You're not the only cop that's been beaten up in the line of duty.
ISBECKI: That's not what I mean. (looking across the ward) When you see a life-threatening scene like that, it makes you stop and think. That guy's wife and kids have been here all day.
CHRISTINE: It happens.
ISBECKI: Chris, you're the only visitor I've had. ...Except for Samuels. He doesn't count.
CHRISTINE: Why not?
ISBECKI: Well, bosses are supposed to do that apparently.
CHRISTINE: Your mother hasn't been here to see you, Victor?!
ISBECKI: My mother's in Malibu Beach with a bunch of her friends.
CHRISTINE: Well, if Petrie were in town, he'd come by.
ISBECKI: No, no, Petrie's got his own family. I've got nothing at all, Chris. Maybe Lacey and Petrie, maybe they've got the right idea. I mean, being single, playing the field is... Well, it seems a lot harder work than it used to be.
CHRISTINE: Stop worrying about your smokestack, Isbecki. When you're feeling better, you're gonna be around chasing all the women and raising hell, just as before.
ISBECKI: (as she goes to leave) No. Chris, Chris, Chris. (beckoning her close) Look, I am pushing thirty-five. Men like me need to go home to somebody.
CHRISTINE: See you, Victor.
ISBECKI: No! Chris. I need a little girl waiting to see her daddy. Don't you think about stuff like that?
CHRISTINE: No! (they chuckle) I guess I have, ...once or twice. ...It goes away. ...Listen, um, I'm going to get some rest. I'll see you later.
ISBECKI: (as she reaches the door) Cagney! ...Thanks for stopping by.
CHRISTINE: I was in the neighbourhood.

[Detectives' Squad room]

(Newman and Corassa are looking at a book of mug shots)
SAMUELS: Cagney back from the hospital yet?
NEWMAN: Not yet. Look at these, Lieutenant. His MO says he used to muscle for Sweeney.
CORASSA: It matches Isbecki's description right down to the scar mark.
SAMUELS: Yeah. Good. Bring him in a as a material witness. Let him sweat for a couple of days until Isbecki's ready to spot him in a line-up.
CHRISTINE: (coming in) Hi guys. Lieutenant, how's it going?
SAMUELS: It doesn't get much better. Here's a transcript of Isbecki's tapes. Looks like we've hit a pay cheque.
(Chris looks at the transcripts, smiles and rushes out)

[Precinct House front desk]

(as she goes towards the exit)
DONNA LA MAR: Honey. (emphatically) Where can we talk?! ...In private.

[Ladies room]

DONNA LA MAR: Nice place you've got here.
CHRISTINE: It's private.
DONNA LA MAR: Look, honey, neither one of us is the kind of female who likes to beat around the bush. So I'm gonna get right to the point. When I give somebody an invite to come to my place, I don't like getting the cold shoulder.
CHRISTINE: I explained to Charlie I was busy.
DONNA LA MAR: Hm. I may be a Texas girl from way back, but I have been in the big city a long time. And you're dad doesn't buy that story you hung on him any more than me.
CHRISTINE: I don't care what you believe.
DONNA LA MAR: I see that!
CHRISTINE: What I mean is, I don't even know what you're doing here. You and my father, it's none of my business.
DONNA LA MAR: Now, that's just what I told Charlie. But he feels different. All I hear from him is 'My Sergeant-daughter this' and 'My Sergeant-daughter that'. You're just really important to him. Why else would I be here chewing the fat in a john, for crying out loud?!
(there is a long silence)
CHRISTINE: Charlie says you're a dancer?
DONNA LA MAR: Well, yeah. ...Yeah, sure. ...Well, I was a dancer. That's before the old legs started to slow down. (looking in the mirror) Then the rest of the body decided to go south. That didn't help. So lately I've been filling in a couple of days as barmaid, down at the Lucky Shamrock. On 39th. Do you know that place?
CHRISTINE: I've been there. ..Cute place. Look, if you and Charlie wanna see each other...
DONNA LA MAR: Look, honey, what do you think we've been doing the last three months?
CHRISTINE: Three months!
DONNA LA MAR: Let me tell you something. Your dad is a great guy. ...And there's not many of them left. I expect him and me are gonna keep seeing each another for quite a while. What I'm saying is, I'm gonna be around. If you wanna get to know me better, that's up to you.

[Charlie's apartment]

CHARLIE: (in his pyjamas lets Chris in) Hey!
CHRISTINE: Sorry to get you out of bed so early on a Saturday.
CHARLIE: Oh, that's OK. It just takes a little longer for these old bones to wake up. Longer than it used to. Want some coffee?
CHRISTINE: Donna came by to see me.
CHARLIE: So?
CHRISTINE: She tells me you two have been together for three months now!
CHARLIE: Two.
CHRISTINE: Three!
CHARLIE: Two and a half.
CHRISTINE: That's a long time, Charlie! And this is the first I hear about it!
CHARLIE: Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Hold it . You've been very busy, Christine.
CHRISTINE: Oh, please! That's a pile of crap!!
CHARLIE: Christine! Don't talk to me like that!!
CHRISTINE: Don't play games with me, Charlie, I'm not a little girl anymore!!! Not if you got somebody important in your life, somebody that you care about. ...Well, I wanna know. I thought we were family, Charlie.
CHARLIE: We are family. ...I just don't like being alone anymore, Chris. ...I'm just getting older. Handling it is harder. It's something I've been worried about for a long time.
CHRISTINE: (comes up and touches him on the back) She's OK, Pop.
CHARLIE: Yeah?
CHRISTINE: Yeah. She thinks you're terrific.
CHARLIE: And I think you're terrific, Chrissie.
CHRISTINE: (hugging him) I love you too, Dad. I just don't want you to hide anything from me. I don't want you to shut me out, please.

[Laceys' lounge/kitchen]

MARY BETH: OK. You got your camera?
MICHAEL: Yeah.
MARY BETH: And you got your warm jacket?
MICHAEL: I'm wearing it.
MARY BETH: Great. Now listen. Hey, you remember your manners. You're gonna be in the nation's capital. My family's place, (giving him a kiss) so give it a kiss from me.
MICHAEL: OK.
MARY BETH: I love ya.
MICHAEL: I love you too. Bye.
(she closes the door and pauses touching her stomach)

[Charlie's apartment/Laceys' kitchen]

(the phone rings. Charlie answers it)
CHARLIE: Hello. Yeah, yeah, just a minute. Hey Chris, it's Mary Beth.
CHRISTINE: Hi, Mary Beth. Everything OK?
MARY BETH: All things considered, I couldn't be better.
CHRISTINE: That's great. Is there anything you want me to pick up for you? Anything you need?
MARY BETH: As a matter of fact, Christine, yes there is. A ride to the hospital ...would be very nice right now.
CHRISTINE: The hospital?! ...The baby?!!
MARY BETH: Happy birthday.
CHRISTINE: I'm on my way!
(Mary Beth giggles. Chris rings off)
CHRISTINE: Pop! I'm gonna be an aunt!!
MARY BETH: (putting the phone down) Happy birthday.

[Laceys' lounge/kitchen]

(Mary Beth is ready with her coat, hat and scarf on. She is doing her fingernails. There is a loud knocking at the door)
CHRISTINE [OC]: Mary Beth! It's me!! ...I'm here!!!
MARY BETH: OK. Hang on.
(she opens the door)
CHRISTINE: How ya doing? Are you OK? Don't worry about a thing because I've got everything under control here.
MARY BETH: (looking at her watch) It's twenty-seven minutes.
CHRISTINE: Yeah. (panicking) Give me the bag!
MARY BETH: It's right here.
CHRISTINE: Oh, great. OK. I'll call Harvey.
MARY BETH: No. I called him about an hour and fourteen minutes ago. He's on his way.
CHRISTINE: Oh, good! OK! You got him. OK! ...OK. What else?
(Mary Beth holds up a bowling trophy)
CHRISTINE: (taking the trophy) Oh.
MARY BETH: Harvey's bowling trophy. It's for ...my breathing concentration. Do you remember? ...The focal point!
CHRISTINE: Oh!! ...OK. ...Now we've got it! (as Mary Beth goes to pick up the bag) Wait a minute! Don't you touch that!!
(the hinged lid is not fastened. The contents of the bag spill over the floor)
CHRISTINE: Oh! Oh, damn. I'm sorry, Mary Beth. (giving Mary Beth the trophy) You hold that. (kneeling down and repacking the bag) Why don't you get on down to the car. I'm parked in the tow away zone.
MARY BETH: Wonderful.
CHRISTINE: Right, don't you worry about a thing. Everything's under control here.
MARY BETH: I can see that.
CHRISTINE: (still panicking, follows Mary Beth out) Right! OK! Good!

[Chris's Corvette]

(on the way to the hospital)
MARY BETH: Where's is the seat belt?
CHRISTINE: On my list-to-buy.
MARY BETH: Well perhaps you should do that tomorrow, Christine. You are in violation of a State law.
CHRISTINE: Yes, Mary Beth.
(a siren is heard)
MARY BETH: Could I have the top up, please.
CHRISTINE: It's in the garage. Do you want me to go back and get it?
MARY BETH: Oh no. No, no. Fresh air is ...good for the complexion.
CHRISTINE: Are you sure?
MARY BETH: Chris, the way things worked with Harve and them being out of town, that's the only reason that I had to ask you.
CHRISTINE: Hey, Mary Beth, come on. I've never had one of my own, but that does not mean that I am not gonna come through this thing with flying colours. You've got enough babies on your hands right now, but I am not one of 'em.
(nearer the hospital)
MARY BETH: Hey, the way you're driving here, you'll probably beat my doctor to Lexington General.
CHRISTINE: Lexington General?! That's in Manhattan!!
MARY BETH: This is true, Christine.
CHRISTINE: I thought we were going to Elmhurst in Queens.
MARY BETH: I was but then, during the course of my last check up, they wanted me to see some specialist across the bridge.
(Mary Beth points in the direction they have come from)
CHRISTINE: All I can say, it's a good thing I asked.
MARY BETH: Yes. Good thing I mentioned it.
CHRISTINE: OK. Hold on!
(Chris executes a U-turn causing cars to hoot and brake)
CHRISTINE: OK?
MARY BETH: (her eyes closed) OK.
CHRISTINE: (patting Mary Beth's stomach) Atta girl.
MARY BETH: (opening her eyes and looking at Chris) How ya doing?
CHRISTINE: I'm doing great, Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: Of course you are. There's not a question in my mind about that. You're gonna be terrific. Great under pressure.
CHRISTINE: Hey. Yes.
MARY BETH: (pulling her scarf round her) Oh, gee! Whiz!
CHRISTINE: What's the matter? Another contraction?
MARY BETH: No, no. I'm freezing.
CHRISTINE: Oh. (tapping Mary Beth's stomach) I thought you were having trouble with your contractions.
MARY BETH: Oh, no, no. They're very normal.
CHRISTINE: OK.
MARY BETH: Normal and ...getting closer.
CHRISTINE: (putting the car into sports mode and smoking the tyres) We're on a roll now!
(later they are crossing the Queensboro Bridge. The car begins to splutter)
MARY BETH: What is it? What's the matter with it?
CHRISTINE: Maybe a plug. This baby's never let me down. It's a great car. (she pulls over to the slow side of the road and stops. Punching the dashboard) I don't believe it! Who sold me this heap?
MARY BETH: Just relax, Christine.
CHRISTINE: I'm fine. Are you fine?
MARY BETH: I'm fine.
CHRISTINE: (getting out of the car) I'll be right back. (the car behind hoots and shouts at her) Give me a break, all right!!!
(she lifts the bonnet. A cloud of steam comes out)
MARY BETH: What is it?
CHRISTINE: I don't know. I think it's the crank.
MARY BETH: Well, that's OK. We've got an hour still I think. The contractions are about every four minutes. We've probably got at least an hour.
CHRISTINE: An hour?!!!
MARY BETH: Well, maybe two.
CHRISTINE: Listen, I'm gonna call a tow truck. All right? There are hundreds of 'em around this time of the morning. Especially with the traffic. You know how they love to make a buck.
MARY BETH: Yeah. And then you'll gonna tell me there'll be one along before you get back.
CHRISTINE: Yeah! (shouting at the hooting car behind) OK! So your horn works! OK? Try your lights.
(Chris rushes off)
MARY BETH: Oh, what do you think, baby. Huh? Let's wait for Daddy, all right? He's on his way. He's probably on the Henry Hudson Parkway right now. ...On his way. Henry Hudson. That's not bad. Henry Hudson Way Bridge. OK. Oh God. Oh my God.

[Queensboro Bridge]

CHRISTINE: (into emergency phone) How long?!!! ...I can't wait that long!! ...All right! ..I'll wait. ...Thanks.

[Chris's Corvette]

CHRISTINE: Tow truck's on its way! Are you doing heevies already?!
MARY BETH: I've got my strength.
CHRISTINE: Save your strength. Concentrate on doing heevies. Slow, even breathes, Mary Beth. ...In! ...Out! ...In! ...Out! ...Perfect!
(she runs along the traffic jam behind her car and finds a cab)
CHRISTINE: (showing her shield) I'm a police officer and we need a cab right up hear. If you follow me, please.
CAB DRIVER: Cash?
CHRISTINE: Cash! All right. Just follow me. (holding up her shield to the oncoming traffic in the outside lane and shouting) Hold it, please! Hold it Please! That's it! (running ahead and arriving back to her car) I've got a cab, Mary Beth. (directing the cab in front of her car) Right in here. (to the cab driver) OK. If you can help here. Thank you. (to Mary Beth, opening her car door) OK. You stay right here.
MARY BETH: OK.
CHRISTINE: (to the cab driver) Thanks a lot.
CAB DRIVER: This is your lucky day, lady. (handing him the bag) Now, why don't you take that, please?
CHRISTINE: (helping Mary Beth out of the car) OK. OK. There we go.
CAB DRIVER: (seeing Mary Beth) Oh ho! Hey, not me!
CHRISTINE: (as he runs back to his cab having put down the bag) What do you mean 'Not you'! ...Hey! ...Hey! I got your number, pal!! You can kiss your licence goodbye!!!
MARY BETH: I wanna write down his number. What is it? three, C, four, two. (cramping up) Oo!
CHRISTINE: What's going on? Another contraction?
MARY BETH: Yeah.
CHRISTINE: Sit down.
MARY BETH: (grabbing the bowling trophy) I'm gonna stand at the side. OK?
(Chris leaps out into the outside lane in front a of a large truck, spreads her arms, star jump fashion and holding her shield)

[Lexington Hospital reception]

(Mary Beth is escorted in by Chris and the truck driver)
CHRISTINE: (shouting) Nurse, please!!!
MARY BETH: (to the truck driver) OK. Thank you so much. Mr....
JOE JACKSON: My name is Joe Jackson, ma'am.
MARY BETH: Mr. Jackson, (shaking his hand) Thank you so much. Yes. Thanks a lot.
CHRISTINE: Thanks a lot.
JOE JACKSON: Good luck, little lady. I hope it's a boy.
CHRISTINE: No! We have two of those. We're going for a girl now.
(Mary Beth pauses and puts her hand on the wall)
CHRISTINE: Nurse!!! We have a pregnant woman here!!
(later a nurse has Mary Beth in a wheelchair. She is holding the bowling trophy)
ADMITTING NURSE: (to Chris about the lift) Maternity is four.
CHRISTINE: (still panicking) Maternity is four. (pressing the button) There we go. We're almost there, Mary Beth. (there is a knocking sound from the lift) Hey, what's going on here?! (she presses the buttons frantically) What the hell is wrong with the damn machinery?!!
MARY BETH: Oh!!!
CHRISTINE: What is it!! What is it!
MARY BETH: My water broke.
CHRISTINE: (shouting) Her water broke! Her water broke!! (to the nurse) What are we gonna do in here!!!
ADMITTING NURSE: (to Mary Beth) Just a couple of deep breathes, Mrs. Lacey. (to Chris) Excuse me.
MARY BETH: I did that.
(the nurse kicks the lift)
ADMITTING NURSE: (to Chris) I don't think it would be such a bad idea for you either.
(Chris deep breathes. Mary Beth reaches out and takes her hand)
MARY BETH: Ow.
(they come out of the lift into Maternity)
CHRISTINE: We're nearly there, Mary Beth. Here we are. It's the fourth floor. (running alongside the wheelchair) We're on Maternity, Mary Beth, we're almost there. OK? (to the reception desk) I'm with Mrs. Lacey. What's her room please?
ADMITTING NURSE: (calling to Chris) Follow me.
CHRISTINE: (running after the nurse) Right down here, Mary Beth.

[Hospital room]

(Chris is holding both of Mary Beth's hand)
MARY BETH/CHRISTINE: Heave! Heave!
MARY BETH: Harvey's not here.
CHRISTINE: (as Mary Beth strains) That's why I'm here. That's why I'm here.
MARY BETH: Heave! Heave!
CHRISTINE: That's why I'm here.
MARY BETH: Heave! Heave!
CHRISTINE: It's all right. Breathe in. Breathe in. Come on. Give the kid some air. (Mary Beth lays back) Give the kid some air. ...Give it some air. Give it some air.
(Harvey rushes in)
HARVEY: OK. I'm here, Mary Beth. I'm here.
CHRISTINE: Harve!
HARVEY: Thank you, Chris. (Harvey takes over) How ya doing, sweetheart? Are you doing all right? (mopping her brow as Chris moves away) Oh, my baby.
MARY BETH: This one. It's not coming out easy.
HARVEY: Yeah, just like its mother. (Mary Beth laughs painfully) Are you missing anything, babe?
MARY BETH: You.
HARVEY: Me? (they kiss. Chris leaves them to it) Very good. OK. Good. OK. Oh baby.

[Waiting area]

(at 1.10 Chris is sitting there with an anxious expectant father. She goes and looks down the corridor. He lights a cigarette)
EXPECTANT FATHER: (as Chris sits back down) Cigarette?
CHRISTINE: Oh, no thanks, I don't smoke.
EXPECTANT FATHER: Neither do I.
(Chris giggles. Later Mary Beth is wheeled down the corridor holding the bowling trophy. Harvey in a gown follows)

[Delivery room]

(it is now 3.40)
HARVEY: Nice and slow, Mary Beth. ...Slow. No, no, no, baby. Slow ...and relax. Mary Beth, please. Slowly. Relax. Relax. Relax your shoulders.
(Mary Beth is pushing)

[Waiting area]

EXPECTANT FATHER: (with the coffee pot) Refill?
CHRISTINE: Yes. (Chris steadies his hand as he pours) Your first?
EXPECTANT FATHER: Yeah.
CHRISTINE: Me too.

[Delivery room]

MARY BETH: (panting) Can't push!
DOCTOR: In a moment. It's almost there. Great. Great.
HARVEY: Great, sweetheart. Terrific. Do you want some ice?
MARY BETH: My baby. That's all I want!

[Waiting area]

EXPECTANT FATHER: It's all this waiting. I wanted to be in there with her. What can you do?
CHRISTINE: Put up with the waiting. We just have to settle for second best.
EXPECTANT FATHER: Yeah.

[Delivery room]

(Mary Beth gasps)
DOCTOR: One more, please. (Harvey is watching the doctor) Push. ...And one more time. ...Push!
(Mary Beth lays back with an agonised laugh)
HARVEY: You did it, Mary Beth. You did it.
MARY BETH: (gripping Harvey's hand) We did.

[Waiting area]

(Harvey rushes up, smiling, and wakes Chris who is flat out asleep)
HARVEY: It's a girl. It's a beautiful girl. Looks just like her mother.
(they embrace one another)
CHRISTINE: Oh, Harvey, it's a girl!
EXPECTANT FATHER: (leaping up and shaking Chris's hand) Congratulations.
CHRISTINE: Oh, Thank you. (tearfully) It's very nice of you.

[Hospital room]

(Mary Beth is sitting up stroking the baby's head. Harvey and Chris come in. Mary Beth reaches out and takes Chris's hand)
CHRISTINE: Hi. (looking at the baby) Ohhh!
MARY BETH: Isn't our daughter beautiful?
CHRISTINE: She's beautiful.
MARY BETH: Look at this. She's got Harvey's ears. ...See?
CHRISTINE: Mm hm.
MARY BETH: And she's got dimple in her right cheek, just like Michael. And her mouth is just like Harvey Jr.'s. See?
HARVEY: Mother's personality. There's no doubt about that.
(Harvey and Chris laugh)
MARY BETH: Also, ...she has all her fingers ...and all her toes. (Mary Beth kisses the baby's feet. The baby giggles. Mary Beth laughs) Oh, she's perfect. ...She's so perfect. (playing with the baby's hands. The baby gurgles) Alice.
CHRISTINE: Oh, that's beautiful.
MARY BETH: That was my mother's name.
CHRISTINE: (nodding) Oh, Alice.
MARY BETH: Alice, I'd like you to meet a very special lady. This is the lady ...that made sure we arrived safe and sound. Yeah, I don't know what we would have done without her. This is Sergeant Christine Cagney.
CHRISTINE: Hello.
MARY BETH: This is Alice Lacey.
CHRISTINE: (as Alice gurgles louder) Hi ya, Alice.
MARY BETH: Yes. This is ...Alice ...Christine ...Lacey.
CHRISTINE: (looking down at Alice and smiling) Thank you.
MARY BETH: Well, a baby's gotta have a good name to live up to.
(Chris smiles as Alice shouts and gurgles)

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