(a police diver is assisted out of the water by another diver. A car is being craned out of the river. The duo watches. The car is lowered to the ground and the boot is forced open. The duo has a look and a police photographer takes a photo)
[Precinct House yard]
(Chris, getting out of the Squad car) Matt Sikorski was reported missing two days ago. A man in his sixties. The car matches the description.
MARY BETH: All I'm saying is, the Lieutenant's gonna want a positive ID.
CHRISTINE: So we'll go and see Mrs. Sikorski in the morning.
MARY BETH: (going in) I am not the one you're gonna have to convince. Christine.
[Precinct House front desk]
CHRISTINE: (passing through) Small calibre bullet to the back of the head. It's a dead giveaway, if you'll pardon the pun.
[Detectives' Squad room]
MARY BETH: (coming in) It's not your average homicide, Christine. What if...
(she stops dead when she sees Isbecki and Newman gathered round Brigit, Chris's cousin from Los Angeles)
NEWMAN: Look it up. Los Angeles has more beautiful women per square inch than any other city in America.
MARY BETH: I didn't know your niece was coming for a visit.
CHRISTINE: (smiling broadly) Neither did I!
ISBECKI: (to Brigit) You know, I'm just this good clean guy with this connection to the West.
CHRISTINE: (coming up behind Brigit) Sometimes he even goes to Central Park just to smell the horses.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: (leaping up, turning round and flinging her arms around Chris) Aunt Chris!!!
(they embrace and leap around)
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Hey! How are you, Mrs. Lacey?
MARY BETH: (shaking her hand) I'm fine! How are you?
CHRISTINE: What are you doing here?
NEWMAN: Your niece is dressing up the place.
CHRISTINE: It's about time somebody did. Never mind them. (to Isbecki and Newman) You two guys will have plenty of time to see her while she's in New York.
NEWMAN: (shaking Brigit's hand) I think that's a gentle hint from our Sergeant to get back to work. (kissing her hand) It was a real pleasure.
ISBECKI: (to Brigit) Let's talk horses sometime, OK?
BRIGIT CAGNEY: It must be fun working with those guys.
CHRISTINE: Fun. Yeah. A three-letter word doesn't describe it. What are you doing here?
BRIGIT CAGNEY: When you came to LA you told me I should travel more. Remember?
CHRISTINE: This it?!
BRIGIT CAGNEY: (laughing) I'm staying with a friend.
CHRISTINE: Why didn't you write and tell me you were coming? I could have got you tickets to a show and stuff.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Listen, I've gotta meet my friend in about twenty minutes, but we wanted to know if you would have dinner with us.
CHRISTINE: Let me take you two out to dinner!
BRIGIT CAGNEY: No. It's all settled. Dinner with us. Seven-thirty.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: OK. Look, (writing it down) the address is six-seventeen, Barrow Street. That ...is in The Village.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Number five. Talk to you tonight.
CHRISTINE: (as Brigit leaves) Be careful out there.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: (turning back) Oh. And Chris, you know how my Dad is, and I didn't want him to worry, so I told him I was staying with you!
CHRISTINE: (shouting after Brigit who ignores her) Brigit!!
MARY BETH: We have a message here. Mrs. Sikorski. Wants to know if we have found out anything about her husband.
[Medical Examiners' mortuary]
(the ME pulls the rack out)
CHRISTINE: Mrs. Sikorski, is this you husband? (Eva Sikorsi's legs buckle. Her son catches her) Do you recognise this man, Mr. Sikorski?
ROBERT SIKORSKI: Yes, it's my father. (Eva Sikorski collapses over the body, sobbing) Mum. Come on.
(he lifts her away. Mary Beth helps)
MARY BETH: I'm very sorry, ma'am.
[Outside the Medical Examiner's office]
CHRISTINE: Sikorski had to be into something, Mary Beth. Mobsters only kill each other.
MARY BETH: 'Cos he was murdered doesn't automatically make him dirty.
CHRISTINE: Ten to one, we find he was.
MARY BETH: Just because he was in a Union?
CHRISTINE: Mr. Sikorski led his Local with a lot of power.
MARY BETH: And a clean reputation.
CHRISTINE: I'm telling ya, we can link Sikorski to organised crime.
MARY BETH: First we've gotta find anything we had on him. Can we start first thing in the morning?
MARY BETH: Fine? You're not gonna hassle me to work late?
CHRISTINE: I'll even finish the DD5 on Sikorski.
MARY BETH: Why?
CHRISTINE: (looking at her watch) Because, tonight, I think you should be home on time.
MARY BETH: Why?
CHRISTINE: A special surprise treat.
MARY BETH: You know how I feel about surprises. Like surprise baby showers.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, you've been talking about your mother-in-law being sick, and how you and Harvey have been running yourselves ragged between your baby and then the work.
MARY BETH: Yeah.
CHRISTINE: Well, I missed your birthday last year and you wouldn't let me buy the baby many presents and, well, I'm trying to keep things in place.
MARY BETH: What exactly are you trying to tell me here, Christine?
CHRISTINE: I'm trying to tell you that you, Mary Beth Lacey, are the lucky recipient of ...for the next week ...of a genuine ...English ...nanny. ...My treat.
MARY BETH: A nanny?!
NANNY: Audrey Lancaster. N, B, N, A.
MARY BETH: Excuse me?
NANNY: N, B, N, A. National British Nannies Association.
MARY BETH: Oh. Mary Beth Lacey. NYPD.
NANNY: Oh yes, your husband told me you were a police officer. What an exciting occupation.
MARY BETH: Yeah. ...Well.
HARVEY: Yeah. Mrs. Lancaster came over right after you left this morning. I thought it must be some mistake.
MARY BETH: She's a present from Christine.
HARVEY: Yeah, I called the agency and found out. How about that?
MARY BETH: What is that you're feeding her?
NANNY: My own special recipe. Whole-wheat cereal, puréed prunes and a touch of arrowroot for the digestion.
MARY BETH: Oh, she's never had arrowroot before and prunes are not her favourite.
NANNY: Well, she seems quite pleased with it, Mrs. Lacey.
(Alice does seem to be enjoying it. The boys come in)
MICHAEL: Hi Mum.
MARY BETH: Hello sweetheart.
HARVEY JR.: You were right, Mrs. Lancaster. It was the square on the hypotenuse.
NANNY: Well, of course it was, Harvey! Geometry is simply a matter of logic.
MARY BETH: Well, I guess I'd better start dinner.
HARVEY JR.: Well, I'm not hungry, Mum.
MICHAEL: Me neither. Mrs. Lancaster made us tea.
MARY BETH: A cup of tea slaked your appetite?
HARVEY: Yeah, it's what you call English high tea, Mary Beth. Tons of stuff to eat.
NANNY: Like the army, a family marches on its stomach. And a good nanny makes sure that everyone is well fed.
MICHAEL: How come you never make scones, Mum.
MARY BETH: Because I'm not exactly sure what scones are, Michael.
(the fade-out music is "Rule Britannia")
[Greenwich Village apartment]
BRIGIT CAGNEY: My Dad called you? He called you at the police station.
CHRISTINE: I would have called him if he hadn't.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: What did he say?
CHRISTINE: He was not thrilled.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: He said I could go to New York.
CHRISTINE: Mm hm. This Summer, with you mother.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: With my mother. When you were my age, you were in Paris by yourself.
CHRISTINE: Well, he did think of bringing that up too.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: I'm spending my own money.
CHRISTINE: Brigit, your father is upset because you left without talking to him.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: I left him a note. He didn't wanna listen to anything I had to say.
CHRISTINE: So I gathered. So I told him to use the time you're here to cool off. Now when you go back, you can straighten everything out.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: I'm not going back. I'm not going back to LA!
CHRISTINE: Well, Brigit, you can't stay with your friend forever.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Pete and I live together.
CHRISTINE: Your friend's a boy!
BRIGIT CAGNEY: He's a man.
CHRISTINE: Well, you're eleventh-grade for Gods sake!!
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Aunt Chris, come on! Besides, you know what got us together? Going on surfing down at Balboa. Pete's band is sort of big down there. Sort of dug in on each other. I can't tell Dad. Can you imagine what he'd say if I lived there?
CHRISTINE: How long did you plan on keeping it a secret?
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Well, I know that he's gonna find out eventually. But when he sees how happy we are, he's gonna have to change his mind.
CHRISTINE: I don't think this is the best way to guarantee it.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: I appreciate your advice, Aunt Chris, I really do. It's just that it's a challenge to make my own decisions.
PETE: (coming in) Hi.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: (going over to him) Hi.
PETE: What's going on?
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Pete? Missed me?
(embracing and kissing him)
PETE: Yeah. ..And it's OK. We're still need a drummer if we're gonna stay in the groove.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: This is my Aunt Chris I was telling you about. This is Pete.
CHRISTINE: Hi, Pete.
PETE: Hi ya, Chris.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: (into his ear) I invited her to dinner. Remember?
PETE: I have to get ready for the studio. Eddy and Steve are coming over to rehearse.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: No problem. (to Chris) We don't take that much space, do we?
(Chris raises her arms to agree)
PETE: (picking up a guitar) Hey, Brigit, we've really gotta get his song together. We've gotta do some serious jamming.
CHRISTINE: Listen, if this a bad time for me to be here.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Oh, no, no.
CHRISTINE: It's no problem. Honest.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: No. No! (to Pete) Can we talk a minute. (as he starts strumming the guitar) Don't be unreasonable. Come on.
PETE: Unreasonable?! It's my place.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: You said you wanted me here.
PETE: I do. Until you can get a job and get a place of your own.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: I thought we were gonna talk about that. (Pete begins to rock the guitar) Oh, Chris.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Look, I'm sorry. Can we do it another time?
CHRISTINE: (who has picked up her handbag) Sure.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: I'll call you later. OK?
CHRISTINE: All right.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: (going back Pete who is still rocking) I thought we were gonna talk about this.
PETE: (as Chris is going out) I was real up front with you, Brigit. It's not like we're living together.
CHRISTINE: Mrs. Sikorski, did your husband like gambling?
EVA SIKORKSI: No.
CHRISTINE: Did he have any big debts? (Mrs. Sikorski shakes her head) Was he an alcoholic?
EVA SIKORKSI: No!
CHRISTINE: Did he use drugs?
EVA SIKORKSI: Why are asking these questions?
MARY BETH: We understand that this is difficult, ma'am, but we are interested in anybody that might have been pressuring your husband.
ROBERT SIKORKSI: Blackmailing him.
EVA SIKORKSI: Let me tell you something. My Matt was a decent man. He wasn't a saint. But he never did any of those things you're talking about!
CHRISTINE: Well, he may not have wanted to tell you.
EVA SIKORKSI: My husband was murdered! Somehow to you that makes him guilty!
ROBERT SIKORKSI: Sergeant. Please. My mother's been through enough.
CHRISTINE: We're doing our job, Mr. Sikorski.
EVA SIKORKSI: I'd like to lie down.
ROBERT SIKORKSI: (as he takes his mother to the bedroom) I'm afraid you'll have to talk to her when she's feeling better.
[Outside the Sikorskis' apartment building]
MARY BETH: The son is very protective of the mother. Looks like a close-knit family. (to a woman passing with a baby in a pram) Congratulations.
CHRISTINE: After lunch I wanna check Sikorski's finances.
MARY BETH: OK. What do you wanna eat? Deli or the burger bar.
(they arrive back at the car. Mary Beth is going to drive)
CHRISTINE: Oh, I've gotta meet her back at the station. I'm taking Brigit to lunch.
MARY BETH: Oh. Is everything all right.
CHRISTINE: Yeah. It's fine. ...Mary Beth, what do you do when one of your kids springs a big surprise on you?
MARY BETH: How big?
MARY BETH: My kids aren't old enough for that yet, thank God.
[Washington Square Park]
(Chris and Brigit are walking through having just picked up hot dogs from a stand)
CHRISTINE: I kind of had The Plaza in mind. It would have been my treat.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: This is better. Pete says you can't see New York from a restaurant. You have to be in the middle of things.
CHRISTINE: Well, you came to the right place.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: He comes here a lot with the band. Says it puts him in touch.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: (stopping) I need you advice.
CHRISTINE: Sure. Go ahead.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: I can't decide if I should go to the Whitney first, the Museum of Modern Art and Pete says the view from the World Trade Center is really awesome.
CHRISTINE: Speaking of Pete...
BRIGIT CAGNEY: (walking away) I know what you're saying. He didn't exactly come over as the greatest person last night, but he's gonna be a big star. He's got a lot of heavy stuff going down now.
CHRISTINE: Brigit, I couldn't help overhear what...
BRIGIT CAGNEY: OK.
CHRISTINE: ...you were saying last night.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: OK. The relationship isn't casual, but it sounded like that.
CHRISTINE: Has he ever said how he feels about you?
BRIGIT CAGNEY: (stopping again) Look, Pete loves me. He wants us to live together. He just ...hasn't realised it yet.
CHRISTINE: (walking on) Well, what if it doesn't dawn on him in the near future?
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Oh, we'll cross that bridge when come to it.
CHRISTINE: I used to say that a lot too.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Mm hm.
CHRISTINE: But you know it isn't quite that easy.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: I'm doing OK so far. I think I take after you.
CHRISTINE: Me?! Come on!
(they have a chuckle)
BRIGIT CAGNEY: You went to Paris for school, but you stayed 'cos you were in love. (Chris stops) Didn't you?!
CHRISTINE: Well, that was a part of it.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Now you're doing fine by yourself. It's no big deal.
CHRISTINE: I don't know if 'fine' is the right word. There were other circumstances. Firstly it was a different time.
(there is a crash of drums which makes Chris jump)
GUITARIST: All right, man!
(a rock band strikes up)
BRIGIT CAGNEY: (going towards the band) Hey, come on, this is gonna be mad!
(Chris follows resignedly)
[Precinct House front desk]
(Chris comes back from lunch)
MARY BETH: (to the computer terminal operator) Sikorski. S, I, K, O, R. S, K. I. We need it as soon as possible.
TERMINAL OPERATOR: You got it.
MARY BETH: Thank you. (to Chris) How was lunch?
[Detectives' Squad room]
(Newman leaps down off the staircase)
CHRISTINE: Damn it, Newman, don't you ever stop acting like a hot dog!
NEWMAN: Never. Do you wanna get together and talk about fun?
CHRISTINE: No way, Newman, I'm not in the mood.
NEWMAN: Relax. Neither am I, but I have something to offer you, Cagney, besides my body.
MARY BETH: (to Newman) Excuse me.
CHRISTINE: I certainly don't want your body.
NEWMAN: I just broke the Mannheim case. Please. No applause. My informant offered me something very interesting about a man named ...Sikorski.
(Newman brings in the duo)
SMILEY: Well, well, things are looking up.
NEWMAN: You only think so, Smiley. Tell them what you told me.
SMILEY: (jumping up) Hey, we made a deal about Mannheim. Nothing else.
NEWMAN: Think of it as raising your line of credit. You're overdrawn, Smiley!
SMILEY: Three days ago I overheard a couple of dudes talking. They were talking about how they were going to take off this guy. Some hard case named Si ...kor ...ski.
CHRISTINE: Exactly where did you hear this conversation?
SMILEY: Well, (making a gesture pointing into his arm) a shooting gallery. On the Avenue and B.
MARY BETH: These people you overheard, they were junkies?
SMILEY: Well, what do you think, lady?
MARY BETH: I think junkies are not your most reliable source.
SMILEY: Hey, look lady, all I know is what I heard, OK?! These big time operators pay these dudes major bucks to make their hits. ...And they supply the guns.
CHRISTINE: These dudes. Did thy say what it was? ..A forty-five?
SMILEY: Er. Huh. Er, let me think. They talked about a twenty-two.
(as Mary Beth comes up to the front door, Mrs. Lancaster opens it)
NANNY: Good evening, Mrs. Lacey. I hope you've had a pleasant day.
MARY BETH: Fine, thanks. Can I come in? (Mrs. Lancaster gestures her in with a laugh) Where is everybody?
NANNY: Well, the boys were perfect angels and went to the market for me. And Mr. Lacey managed to clean up and relax in the other room.
MARY BETH: Oh. ...Let's see what's cooking.
NANNY: Well, Mr. Lacey's been so tired I said I'd prepare supper for him before I left. It's Lancashire hotpot, bubble and squeak and Bakewell tart.
MARY BETH: Beg pardon.
NANNY: Lamb stew, cabbage and potatoes and pudding for dessert.
MARY BETH: Oh. Sounds delicious.
NANNY: Well, I better be on my way.
MARY BETH: Oh, no, er, don't rush off. (putting on an English accent) We can have a chat. (reverting to her normal voice) Sit down. I'll make you some tea.
NANNY: Thank you.
MARY BETH: Slow tea. (Mrs. Lancaster laughs) So, you're from England.
NANNY: That's right.
MARY BETH: I always wanted to see Westminster Abbey. And ...the Tower of London.
NANNY: Well, they are really rather damp, actually.
MARY BETH: Which part are you from?
NANNY: I beg your pardon?
MARY BETH: Which part of England did you grow up in?
NANNY: Oh. My family came from Suffolk, but of course I've lived on many estates as nanny to noble families.
MARY BETH: No kidding! Which ones?
NANNY: Well, a complete résumé is available at the employment agency, but I am proud to say that my last post was with the Countess of Hargrave. And before that I raised the children of the Earl of Nottingham.
MARY BETH: Oh. Where did they live?
NANNY: In Nottingham.
MARY BETH: Of course. Notting Ham.
MARY BETH: Hum.
HARVEY: (pausing cleaning his teeth, in a quiet voice) Could you please tell me what it is that bothers you about her?
MARY BETH: I don't know. I think she's very nice. And, Lord knows, she's terrific with the kids.
HARVEY: Yeah. So?!
MARY BETH: Something is not right.
HARVEY: Could you give me a hint?
MARY BETH: OK. So when she does things for you and me, she sometimes straightens up even when the kids didn't make the mess. ...She cooks.
HARVEY: That's bad?
MARY BETH: In England a nanny takes care of children. She's not a cook, and she's not a maid. I saw it on Masterpiece television.
HARVEY: That's it. That's why you think Mrs. Lancaster isn't kosher?
(Harvey stalks into the bathroom to finish cleaning his teeth)
MARY BETH: It's a feeling, Harvey. ...I'd worry about anybody who was looking after our baby.
(he throws down the towel and comes back in)
HARVEY: Do you know what I think, Mary Beth? I think you've been a cop too long. I think are suspicious of everybody. Yesterday you come home and tell me Matt Sikorski was dirty. A man I never heard a bad word about in fifteen years.
MARY BETH: I said 'maybe'.
HARVEY: And then you come up with this idea that this nanny is Dillinger!
MARY BETH: I didn't say the nanny was Dillinger. I said something about her bothered me.
HARVEY: Good night, Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: (to herself) Yeah.
(she is cleaning her teeth)
DAVID: (in the shower) How did it end with Brigit?
CHRISTINE: Damned if I know! All she wanted to do was talk about museums.
DAVID: Interesting. What did you do?
CHRISTINE: What could I do? I recommended the Rembrandt sketches at the Met.
DAVID: (opening the shower curtain) Cagney, I love two things about you. Your grace under pressure. (and putting his hand under the shower head) And your water pressure.
CHRISTINE: Very funny coming from a man who's all wet with no clothes on.
(he closes the shower curtain)
DAVID: If you had any class, you'd get in here with me.
(she rips open the curtain and steps in wearing her pyjamas)
DAVID: Cagney. ...You are one classy broad.
CHRISTINE: (putting her arms round his neck) And you're smiling!
(he closes the curtain as the water comes back on and they kiss. They seem to be enjoying themselves. Then there is a knock at the door. Chris, soaking wet, goes to the door, looks through the peephole and then opens the door. Brigit is standing there holding her bags)
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Sorry to bother you so late. I need a place to crash.
(next morning the alarm goes. Chris switches it off. She gets up and goes over to the breakfast counter where Brigit is sitting with earphones on, with a mug and studying a newspaper)
CHRISTINE: (moving aside an earphone) Morning!
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Hi!
CHRISTINE: How are you?
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Terrific. (pointing to the other earphone) The Platters. They're really a trip. Oh, I made some herbal tea if you want some.
CHRISTINE: I don't have any herbal tea.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Well, you do now. I had some with me.
CHRISTINE: (after a pause) Wanna talk about it?
BRIGIT CAGNEY: I'm fine! But I am sorry I messed up your date.
CHRISTINE: Aw. David and I will survive. He wasn't too sure about you last night.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Well, ...you win some, you lose some. Pete kind of got rained out. So ...the Metro ad is definitely the best in New York!
CHRISTINE: (picking up the newspaper) What ad?
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Well, I'm not qualified for much besides waitressing. But if I make enough good tips I can put some away to afford my own apartment.
CHRISTINE: Here in New York?
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Well, I probably can't afford Manhattan, but one of the guys in Pete's band tells me that Brooklyn or New Jersey are cheaper and convenient so I wouldn't have to stay with you for more than a couple of months.
CHRISTINE: A couple of months. Brigit? I don't think you can stay on.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: I know it's inconvenient. But I'd be happy to help with the cooking. I'd help with the rent
CHRISTINE: It wouldn't be inconvenient. ...Honest. What about your parents? You haven't called them.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: I haven't replied to the ad yet. New York is where I should be right now.
CHRISTINE: What? Have you given up Stanford altogether?
BRIGIT CAGNEY: I know I'm doing the right thing. I'm out on my own. The same thing that you did, eh Chris?
CHRISTINE: Oh, gosh.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Do you wanna use the bathroom first?
CHRISTINE: (in a daze) No. No. Go ahead.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Thanks. I wanna be smart for the interview.
[Detectives' Squad room]
(Chris comes in. Mary Beth has just got a coffee)
CHRISTINE: (coming in) Hello there. (she walks straight past Mary Beth to sign in. Mary Beth follows her and gets her a coffee)
MARY BETH: I've done some research on the Sikorski case. Do you wanna take a look at of this?
(Mary Beth hands her a sheet of paper)
CHRISTINE: No debts or creditors.
MARY BETH: He and Mrs. Sikorski owned their own apartment. They paid for things in cash, in advance, and had expenses from the Union.
CHRISTINE: So, comfortable but not rich.
MARY BETH: It looks like a dead end, Chris. Sikorski wasn't selling dope.
CHRISTINE: Two junkies were paid to hit him, execution style, to warn other dealers. Sikorski probably did it in cash. ...It just makes it harder, that's all. How'd it go with the nanny?
MARY BETH: Er, fine, Christine. A very generous present. Thank you.
CHRISTINE: I loved Mrs. Formby. That was my nanny.
MARY BETH: Alice seems to like Mrs. Lancaster too.
CHRISTINE: Things are so complicated at that age.
MARY BETH: How's your niece enjoying New York? A little different than palm trees and freeways, right?
CHRISTINE: She's my new roommate.
MARY BETH: Brigit is staying with you now! Isn't that wonderful. The family's getting closer all the time.
CHRISTINE: Tell me.
[Union open plan office]
UNION OFFICIAL: Believe me. There wasn't a guy in the Union that didn't look up to Matt Sikorski. I tell ya, you're wasting your time looking for dirt on this guy.
CHRISTINE: So we've heard. We'd like to look anyway.
UNION OFFICIAL: Well, be my guest, but I'm telling ya, you won't find anything. Not a thing.
(he shows them into a side office]
MARY BETH: Most of these are 'Thank you' letters. For favours he did people.
CHRISTINE: I bet the Godfathers get a load of those too.
MARY BETH: Nobody seems to have held a grudge against him, Christine.
CHRISTINE: Maybe they didn't put it in writing, Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: There wasn't anything in his chequeing account either. No large amounts of cash. No nothing.
CHRISTINE: Sikorski could have had other accounts.
MARY BETH: All I'm saying is that maybe we're barking up the wrong tree here.
CHRISTINE: Newman's source knew the name of the target plus the type of gun used in the hit, which was not in the papers.
MARY BETH: Newman's source ...could have still been mistaken.
CHRISTINE: (looking at a document) This could mean he wasn't.
MARY BETH: What?
CHRISTINE: 'Application for a loan'. From the Union pension fund, dated two weeks before Sikorski died. (giving it to Mary Beth) OK?
MARY BETH: OK.
[Detectives' Squad room]
CHRISTINE: (coming in with Samuels) Twenty thousand dollars. Matt Sikorski, paid in cash. Probably to pay his suppliers. He had a bad habit. It was expensive.
SAMUELS: Wait a... Wait a minute. The man was over sixty years of age. I don't buy a coke habit.
CHRISTINE: OK. maybe he got ripped off. Maybe he was dealing. Got burned.
SAMUELS: Sikorski get it wrong?
MARY BETH: It came through the day before he turned up missing, sir. The wife knows nothing about it. It's not in any of their bank accounts.
SAMUELS: Well. Now... You're gonna have to come up with more than that, Cagney.
CHRISTINE: Well, we have another idea, Lieutenant. It's a long shot, but we wanna go the Hall of Records to check to see if Sikorski had mortgages in property and if so, who held the deeds. The computer's not able to come up with that information.
MARY BETH: People have set up dummy corporations before, sir. Real estate is much safer than cash.
SAMUELS: Yeah, you're right. (Chris notices something across the office) Yeah, it's a long shot, Cagney, but... Cagney!
CHRISTINE: Er, would you excuse me for just a minute, Lieutenant?
MARY BETH: (trying to get Samuels into his office) We will take it further, sir, if it's all right with...
SAMUELS: (shouting after Chris as he follows Mary Beth into the office) I haven't got all day.
(Brigit is talking to Newman)
CHRISTINE: What's happened?!
NEWMAN: Nothing. We were just discussing apartments and then we had a lead for Brigit to a good friend of mine.
CHRISTINE: (to Brigit) Unless cockroaches are your favourite pets, I suggest you pass.
NEWMAN: Cagney, it is a dynamite place. Low cost. High ceilings. With fireplaces...
CHRISTINE: If you're so up on real estate, Newman, maybe you don't have enough to do!
NEWMAN: (walking round to Brigit and putting on a Bogart accent) Here's looking at you kid.
CHRISTINE: Nice sweater.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Oh, I'm sorry. I know I should have asked you before I borrowed it. I wanted to look good for Pete.
CHRISTINE: I thought you and Pete had broken up.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: We might be seeing each other today.
CHRISTINE: You don't look very happy about it.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: My dad called. We had a big fight. All he can do is yell at me!
CHRISTINE: (sitting Brigit down) You see, he's worried about you.
BRIGIT CAGNEY: He acts like I'm two years old. I hate it. I hate it! I never should have talked to him.
SAMUELS: (shouting from the office) Cagney, I don't have all day. I gotta meeting with Knelman.
CHRISTINE: (shouting back) I'll be right there, Lieutenant. (to Brigit) Why don't I see you a little later?
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Oh, I'll be OK. I didn't know you were so busy.
CHRISTINE: (as Brigit makes to leave) Listen, I'll talk to you later, all right?
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Chris, you've gotta call my dad. He said he was gonna come to New York and get me. You've gotta talk him out of it!
SAMUELS: (shouting again) Cagney!
BRIGIT CAGNEY: Thank you, Auntie Chris. (she embraces Chris) I'll see you tonight.
[Hall of Records reception counter]
CLERK: The leading holder should be listed under the buyer on the deed. We file chronologically, not alphabetically.
CHRISTINE: Great! That's great.
CLERK: Don't blame me, sweetheart, I only work here.
MARY BETH: Are you saying that we hav