(Chris is rehearsing Mary Beth for giving evidence in court)
CHRISTINE: ...and was anyone guarding the suspect?
MARY BETH: Detective Newman, the ...team leader of this investigation was there.
CHRISTINE: So the suspect was under guard?
MARY BETH: I said Detective Newman was there, Counsellor. That doesn't mean the suspect was under guard because somebody was there, does it?
CHRISTINE: The Grand Jury will decide what that all this means, Detective Lacey.
MARY BETH: What all this means is that is I'm feeling rattled and my stomach is making noises you can hear in Jersey and I cannot for the life of me do anything with this hair!
CHRISTINE: The members of the jury will take all of that into consideration.
MARY BETH: That's what I'm afraid of.
NEWMAN: (coming in) Ready for my big day in court?
CHRISTINE: (indicating Newman) Does this put it all in perspective.
MARY BETH: It's a beautiful suit, Jonah.
NEWMAN: It is, isn't it?
CHRISTINE: Newman, when somebody pays you a compliment you are merely supposed to say 'Thank you'.
NEWMAN: (looking Chris up and down) I like the skirt, Cagney. You know, you have great legs?
CHRISTINE: Thank you. Yeah, nobody likes a wise guy, Newman.
NEWMAN: (as Chris moves out) You'd be surprised.
[Detectives' Squad room]
SAMUELS: (coming out of his office as Chris leads the trio through) Cagney! Cagney, when you gonna give me that report you promised me?
SAMUELS: Today? You're gonna be in court all day!
CHRISTINE: Lieutenant, you're the one who assigned me to Narcotics.
SAMUELS: I didn't like taking six detectives off the chart but Narcotics made a request! Now I'm making a request of you.
CHRISTINE: On your desk tonight.
SAMUELS: Come hell or high water!
CHRISTINE: Yes, Lieutenant.
(Chris follows Mary Beth to the coffee table. Newman has stopped to listen to Isbecki who is talking to Petrie and Corassa)
ISBECKI: So there in front of the group is this chick, Trixie. Blonde, blue-eyed. With the kind of body you can find on billboards. So I mosey on up to her real slow and I say 'How'd you like to have a cutie like me, huh?'
PETRIE: Oh, not that one again.
ISBECKI: May be I didn't say that, but I do wanna be with her tonight. And I am taking my toothbrush.
PETRIE: Hey, nice suit, Newman.
NEWMAN: Thank you.
CHRISTINE: Why did you get it, Newman?
NEWMAN: I bought for the Detective-of-the-month luncheon.
ISBECKI: It's a dark day in the history of the Union.
NEWMAN: I am going to miss working undercover.
(the six detectives all leave together. Coleman follows them out)
NEWMAN: (calling back) Coleman, if we win, we'll all be celebrating at Flannery's. I'll probably pick up the tab.
[Corridor in Criminal Courts Building]
(the six detectives come out of the courtroom)
CHRISTINE: (whooping and clapping her hands) A solid conviction.
NEWMAN: Do you know what this means?
MARY BETH: Undercover pays off.
NEWMAN: (to Petrie) Second-grade Detective, it's an honour that you nominated me as Detective-of-the-month.
PETRIE: Aren't you glad you were not promoted?
NEWMAN: Absolutely! Let's go and celebrate!! Dinner and drinks are on me!!!
ISBECKI: Newman, I've got this girl waiting for me. And if I'm late, she'll be solid out for me. Why not make it another time?
NEWMAN: Come on, Isbecki.
ISBECKI: Hey, when you're Detective-of-the-month, why not buy us some drinks then?
NEWMAN: That'll be my inspiration in life!! Are the rest of you ready to party?!!
MARY BETH: Jonah, I can't make it. I've gotta go home. There's a PTA meeting at Michael's school. Can do it another time? How about tomorrow night, maybe.
NEWMAN: You're on. How about you, Cagney?
CHRISTINE: I've got paperwork to do, Newman.
NEWMAN: I'd rather you tell me almost anything than hand me a line like that.
CHRISTINE: It's real. I promised the Lieutenant this morning. Maybe I'll stop by later. All right?
NEWMAN: Well, that's one drink less.
CORASSA: Right! Come on, Newman, we'll just have to party without them!
[Outside the Criminal Courts Building]
MARY BETH: Hey, don't get too crazy because we'll have the party all over again tomorrow.
(the duo makes their farewells to Petrie, Corassa and Newman who go off in the other direction)
CHRISTINE: Are you really going to a PTA meeting tonight?
MARY BETH: Do you think I would lie about a thing like that?!
CHRISTINE: I know I would.
(suddenly a car horn begins to sound)
NEWMAN: (shouting after the duo) Hey, Cagney! (he comes up to them) Do you have some money I could borrow?
CHRISTINE: Are you kidding? You invite people out to dinner and drinks and you don't bring some money. (the car horn stops) What kind of host are you?
NEWMAN: The kind that left my wallet in my locker.
CHRISTINE: (giving him some money) Couldn't you have borrowed it from them?
NEWMAN: (laughing) They'd say I'd never pay back the loan.
CHRISTINE: Good to know, Newnan! (two shots ring out) Newman!!!
(Newman collapses to the pavement}
PETRIE: Get down! Everybody get back!!
CHRISTINE: Petrie, get an ambulance!
PETRIE: Everybody put on your shields!
(Petrie heads off)
CHRISTINE: (to Corassa) You go after him!
CORASSA: (to Chris) No, I'll stay with him. No! You get witnesses.
CHRISTINE: Any body who (taking her high heels off) saw what just happened, would you please step over here.
(Corassa and Mary Beth continue to attend to Newman. Petrie comes back)
WOMAN WITNESS: Very strong. Five feet five,....
[Hospital waiting area]
PETRIE: The partner I had before Victor, Frank Mandelli, was back on patrol two weeks after he was shot. Fearless Frank we call him.
MARY BETH: (to Corassa) He'll be fine.
CHRISTINE: He's a healthy kid.
COLEMAN: He's only a second base yet.
CORASSA: Short stop.
COLEMAN: Short stop if he's good enough. Second base is the guy who's got the edge. I bet on Newman. He's faster. ...He was.
(there is an awkward silence)
CORASSA: Why didn't I see it coming?
MARY BETH: Nobody here is to blame. Al, we have to hope for the best, that's all.
ISBECKI: (coming in) I couldn't get here any sooner. How is he?
PETRIE: Still in surgery.
MARY BETH: With an excellent team of doctors.
ISBECKI: Can I do something? Can I give blood?
MARY BETH: No, there's nothing to do but wait, Victor. ...Why don't you sit down?
ISBECKI: (after sitting down and a silence) I should have been there.
PETRIE: Do you think you could have done something to stop it from happening?
PETRIE: We were there. We couldn't stop it.
ISBECKI: Any word on who did it?
CHRISTINE: Witness saw a car. She gave us the car model and a partial licence plate number.
ISBECKI: I'll stick around. ...I owe him money from the last poker game. ..Fifty bucks.
ISBECKI: If I know Newman, he'll live to collect it the next time we play. (silence) All right.
(Samuels comes in. They all look towards him. He shakes his head and leaves. Mary Beth puts her arm around Corassa to comfort him)
[Detectives' Squad room]
(Isbecki is going through a book of car models with the woman witness)
ISBECKI: I know you can't identify what kind of car it is, ma'am, but is the rear of this one anything like it? (she shakes her head. He turns the page) Or maybe the front of these cars?
SAMUELS: Petrie, I wanna a hotline manned twenty-four hours a day.
PETRIE: I'll set it up.
SAMUELS: And all information is strictly confidential.
PETRIE: Yes sir.
SAMUELS: Where's Cagney? Where the hell's Cagney?
MARY BETH: The name of the man from Intelligence Division, sir. Peter Rorke. Do you want me to get him down here?
SAMUELS: Good thinking, Lacey.
MARY BETH: Are you all right, Lieutenant? Do you want me to get you an aspirin or a cup of coffee?
SAMUELS: Oh, no, I'm fine. Fine! As soon as Cagney comes in will you send her back to my office?
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
SAMUELS: Er, Aspromante, I want you to reach out to the One-Oh-Four and grab me Warren Foreman.
ASPROMANTE: Oh yes. He's supposed to be the great wire man.
SAMUELS: Right. Oh, Corassa, reach out and grab me Frola from Brooklyn Homicide. We also need a good street-person too.
CORASSA: (picking up the phone) Newman was the best.
MARY BETH: (slamming down the receiver) Aw!
PETRIE: Phone problem?
MARY BETH: They're not in.
PETRIE: I called Claudia from the hospital.
MARY BETH: I tried to get Harvey from there too, but he'd already left from Saratoga. I hope he's not listening to the car radio.
PETRIE: Claudia was watching TV. They said 'an NYPD detective'. No name. No precinct. She cried when she heard my voice.
MARY BETH: They just wanna worry detective officer's families, not everybody else's.
PETRIE: Our families'll have plenty to worry about if it's open season on cops.
MARY BETH: (putting her hand on Petrie's) Oh, Marcus.
(Chris knocks and Samuels beckons her to come in)
CHRISTINE: I checked Newman's bin card. He'd been assigned two weapons. These are the serial numbers. His shield and his ID card. They searched the searched the body and they were found on his person. And they found his other weapon in his locker.
SAMUELS: All the serial numbers match?
CHRISTINE: Yes sir. I also cleaned out the rest of his locker. I figured that Corassa wouldn't be up to it.
SAMUELS: Good work, Sergeant. (opening a desk drawer and taking two mugs and a half-bottle out) Are you staying?
CHRISTINE: I've got a few things...
SAMUELS: Yeah, I know, Cagney. Want a shot, huh? Just a little one.
CHRISTINE: No thanks. I've got some work out there to do.
SAMUELS: You know, he was only a couple of years older than my own son, David. (taking a swig) Loved working undercover, huh?
CHRISTINE: He was a hot dog.
SAMUELS: He was a good cop!
CHRISTINE: I didn't say he wasn't.
SAMUELS: We're gonna get the bastard that gunned him down. You mark my words.
(he takes another swig just as Knelman comes in)
KNELMAN: You shouldn't drink while on duty, Bert. ...Ah, pull me one too. I'm told you haven't released the name of the dead detective yet.
SAMUELS: There'll be a full statement in the Press after all the proper notifications have been made to the boy's family. The boy has a family, so the damn vultures can wait.
KNELMAN: We have a good relationship with the Press, Bert. Let's keep it that way.
SAMUELS: (turning to Chris) We're going to send Al Corassa, the Chaplain and you go over and notify the next-of-kin.
CHRISTINE: Don't you wanna do that yourself?
SAMUELS: No, I've got too much to do here. You're the second whip.
KNELMAN: (to Chris) And didn't you and this Newman fella work on a case together around Christmas time. Some street musician ...nonsense. That's good thinking, Bert. She's a woman. So's his mother. Might make it a little easier. It's er, very hard for er, widows and mothers.
SAMUELS: (to Chris) Corassa knows where his mother lives.
SAMUELS: No. Look, there is nothing to discuss. There's no time. You just go ahead and do it.
(Chris leaves. Samuels and Knelman sip)
[Corridor outside Mrs. Newman's apartment]
CORASSA: They had me here for Thanksgiving lunch. His mum's a great cook.
CHAPLAIN: (to Chris) Have you done this before? (Chris shakes her head) If you're worried about what to say, you won't have to say much.
MRS. NEWMAN: Al, what a nice surpri... (she stops when she sees the other two and turns to the Chaplain) Rabbi? (voice breaking) Al! Al!! Al!!!
(she breaks down as Corassa takes her inside the apartment)
HARVEY: (shouting as he comes through the door) Mary Beth! (he is carrying a case) Hi ya, sweetheart. (he gives her a peck. She doesn't respond) I've gotta call Marty Caplin right now. OK? Forgive me. (Mary Beth says nothing. He picks up the phone) How ya doing, baby? (he dials and laughs. No reply. He puts the phone back on the hook) Mary Beth, I win fifty bucks. Marty Caplin is not home. (he gives her another peck. No response. He gets a beer from the fridge) Marty Caplin and his father, they were up in Saratoga doing a presentation. We are a hundred and eighty-five miles from Queens. I see him in a coffee shop. How's that for a coincidence, huh? Anyway, we bet fifty bucks who could get home faster.
MARY BETH: You could have got a ticket.
HARVEY: (raising the beer) I didn't.
MARY BETH: Could have got in an accident.
HARVEY: I didn't. I won fifty bucks, babe.
MARY BETH: I was calling you.
HARVEY: What do you think? Tomorrow we paint the town, eh?
MARY BETH: I was worried that you'd be worried.
HARVEY: What are you doing painting your nails now?
MARY BETH: Did you hear me?
HARVEY: Yeah, I heard you. I've been gone three days. Aren't there better things you could be doing?
MARY BETH: Jonah Newman was killed today, Harvey.
MARY BETH: I was scared to death that you would hear that a detective had been shot dead at the courthouse. And you were busy making some stupid ...bet with Marty Caplin. You could have got killed. ...I was there, Harvey. He was as close to me as you are now. We all were. Two shots, from God knows where. A car, I think. I saw the car. And then he was down and I held him in my arms. I hardly knew him, Harvey. He was a kid, you know, twenty-seven, twenty-eight years old. The whole time we knew each other, I don't think we said ten words. But I saw him every day. (breaking down) But you get used to somebody you see all the time.
MARY BETH: And I told him 'You'll be OK'. At the hospital we told each other 'He'll be OK'. ...But somehow you know. ...We knew.
HARVEY: Thank God it wasn't...
MARY BETH: Don't say it. Don't even think it! ...This case in court, he was so excited that we won. ...It was the most important thing in the world to him. ...I told him I had to go to a PTA meeting and we'd celebrate tomorrow. ...Tomorrow, I said.
[Detectives' Squad room]
(the Squad in suits, the men wearing black ties, is assembled)
KNELMAN: We all regret this terrible tragedy. But the important thing is to remain calm, be cautious and don't overreact. It might even be a good idea for the next couple of days to wear a bullet-proof vest.
CHRISTINE: (an aside to Mary Beth) Let's not overreact.
KNELMAN: The Detectives Endowment Association has asked me to announce a ten thousand dollar reward for information that leads to the arrest and conviction of this killer. And the Mayor has matched that reward. It's a tribute to your fallen comrade that you've elected to return to work when you've all been excused for the rest of the day. But I know we all feel ...that when you lose one cop, every cop in this country loses a brother (looking at the duo) ...or a sister.
CHRISTINE: (an aside to Mary Beth) At last he's getting enlightened.
KNELMAN: I thank you all. Er, Bert, can we talk for a minute, please?
CHRISTINE: Aspromante. You check with that narcotics case we just finished, please.
ASPROMANTE: Will do.
PETRIE: I'll check his past and present cases for revenge motives.
ISBECKI: I'm going through his Rolldex. Maybe it was a crime of passion.
KAZAK: Yeah. That's a way of describing a drive-by shooting on a gaming machine.
(Corassa pushes his way past mumbling something)
ISBECKI: Well, he was in all the papers. Newman was Detective-of-the-month.
PETRIE: Which made him a target! Is that what you're trying to say, Victor?!
MARY BETH: I think we have to treat it like any other homicide.
CORASSA: (strapping a gun to his calf) I don't know about you guys, but I'm packing extra weapons out there. (Samuels has come up behind him) In a situation where I've gotta draw my gun, I'm gonna shoot first (he opens his jacket and shows two more guns) and ask questions later.
CHRISTINE: All right, Corassa. When are you gonna start carrying grenades?
CORASSA: I'd rather be tried by twelve than carried by six!
MARY BETH: Newman was shot from a moving car. Extra weapons wouldn't have done him any good.
CORASSA: That's then! This is now!! We've gotta protect ourselves out there! I don't wanna end up like Newman!
CHRISTINE: (shouting after him) Who does?!
ISBECKI: I'm never gonna end up like Newman. Dying without a widow. I've decided to marry Trixie.
CHRISTINE: (to Mary Beth as Isbecki walks away) Is he serious?
PETRIE: He is. Whether the relationship is, we'll have to see.
SAMUELS: (beckoning her into the office) Cagney.
SAMUELS: Close the door, will ya?
CHRISTINE: Yes, Lieutenant?
SAMUELS: I think Corassa should be put on modified assignment for a month. And I'm talking clerical duty without his gun.
CHRISTINE: You mean without his three guns.
SAMUELS: One of my detectives lost his life. We can't have another one taking his life or somebody else's. (Chris nods) Oh well, please talk to him before the signs out tonight, OK?
CHRISTINE: Wouldn't it be better if it came from you, Lieutenant?
SAMUELS: No, er, I don't think so. ...Cagney, I think I would like you and Lacey to take Mrs. Newman her son's personal property.
CHRISTINE: Oh, couldn't Corassa do that?
SAMUELS: No, no, that'd be too hard on Corassa.
CHRISTINE: I wanted to go back to the crime scene today.
SAMUELS: Well, you can, you know, but first pay your respects!
CHRISTINE: You wanted me to be involved in the active part of this investigation...
SAMUELS: And you will be! First you've gotta take care of this.
CHRISTINE: After I talk to Corassa?!
SAMUELS: You're the second whip here! And that carries with it some extra responsibilities!! (they look at one another long and hard) And I think you should take er, something with you.
SAMUELS: That would be good.
[Outside the Criminal Courts Building]
MARY BETH: I get the creeps coming here.
MARY BETH: The Traffic Department is checking every summons given in the last month. They're interviewing every shopkeeper in the area. They don't need us here.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, the DMV says it's gonna take a few days to run down that licence plate. We've got three numbers. There could be a hundred cars of that model.
MARY BETH: Well, if that's all the witness saw, then I can't ident...
CHRISTINE: That's what the witness remembered! Now, you saw the car too.
MARY BETH: I saw the side of a car.
CHRISTINE: But maybe you remember more than you think you do. Well, let's ...walk through it.
MARY BETH: I don't wanna walk through it. We can be back at the Precinct on the telephone. ...Or knocking on doors.
CHRISTINE: Where were you yesterday?
MARY BETH: Oh, geeze!!
CHRISTINE: You were here with me, all right?! Do you remember what you were talking about?
MARY BETH: Don't you?! We were talking about how come we couldn't go celebrate with Newman.
CHRISTINE: I want you to remember, I don't want you to rub it in.
MARY BETH: I'm in no mood to play Detective and Witness, Christine.
CHRISTINE: I could play the witness and you could play the detective, but I did not see the car!! Oh, come on, Mary Beth!
MARY BETH: You're pushing me.
CHRISTINE: Do you remember seeing a meter maid? Traffic cops? Street vendors?
MARY BETH: I already submitted a forty-nine, Sergeant. It's on Lieutenant Samuels' desk. You can read what I saw.
CHRISTINE: (as Mary Beth walks away) I don't wanna read what you saw, I wanna hear what you saw from you now!
MARY BETH: (coming back) Going over Newman's present cases could be valuable. Going over Newman's past cases could be valuable, but this is not viable here, Christine. This is annoying! It is as about as annoying as you were being yesterday!
CHRISTINE: What are you talking about?
MARY BETH: Saying that I was a liar. About having to go to Michael's school. I don't lie, Christine. And I was about to tell you that (pointing across the street) if it hadn't have been all the cars honking at the cab...
(she stops in realisation)
CHRISTINE: What cab?
MARY BETH: (still pointing) The Chequered cab that was stalled. And the other cars that were honking him. ...We find that cab driver and maybe he saw something that nobody else did.
CHRISTINE: You did good, Mary Beth. ...And I was terrific.
[Detectives' Squad room]
(the duo are getting the local directories)
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, can you check the cab call sheets?
MARY BETH: We'll find out if the police still have them and check the trip cards on the other shifts.
CHRISTINE: If we check the evening shift to midnight we should have the cabbie's name by tomorrow morning.
CORASSA: (shaking at an informant by the lapels and shouting at him) My partner's dead!!! Now you find something or I'll find you.
MARY BETH: Al.
MARY BETH: Are you all right?
(Mary Beth follows Corassa out. Chris and Samuels stand and watch and Samuels looks at Chris)
CORASSA: I want him so badly.
MARY BETH: Yeah, but you've gotta calm down, Al.
CORASSA: You calm down. What is it for you to say? What if this happened to your partner? What if it was Cagney who was lost? Could you keep your cool?!
MARY BETH: This is hard for all of us.
CORASSA: I wanna get it back for my partner.
MARY BETH: We all do. We all do.
CHRISTINE: (coming in) Excuse me. Detective Lacey, may I speak with Detective Corassa alone, please?
MARY BETH: Yes, Sergeant.
(Mary Beth leaves. Chris closes the door)
CORASSA: No, Cagney! You take me off the streets, you know what you're losing? You can't do that!!!
CHRISTINE: I don't have the choice.
CORASSA: What am I gonna do on desk duty?!!
CHRISTINE: Al, you're tired.
CORASSA: You've no need to worry. You don't have to be a load on clerical. If I make a mistake, no lives are in danger!
CHRISTINE: Go home and get some rest.
CORASSA: My first sergeant told me we watched out our own. If someone kills a cop, you might not like him, but if he needs your help, you lay down your life for him because he's a cop. So I ought to lay down my life for Newman because he was Jonah Newman. There were two bullets, Cagney. Why didn't the other one hit me?
CHRISTINE: Because, it didn't.
CORASSA: Well after trying to figure out what we're looking for, well, I'll tell you what we're looking for. We're looking for a lousy shot!!!
(Corassa walks out)
[David Keeler's apartment]
(there is a knock at the door. He opens it. Chris is standing there. She gives him a little wave and a smile)
DAVID: Hi. Come on in.
CHRISTINE: I hope it's not too late.
DAVID: I didn't expect to see you this week, with all that's going on.
CHRISTINE: Yeah, it's been busy. How did your Police Commission go tonight?
DAVID: Very well. Can I get you a drink?
CHRISTINE: A double. ...Thank you.
DAVID: Must be tough. A partner dying.
CHRISTINE: It wasn't my partner.
(she takes off her jacket)
DAVID: He was with you on that Santa Claus case.
CHRISTINE: One case.
DAVID: He seemed like a nice guy when I met him.
CHRISTINE: (taking a mouthful of the double) Oh, I used to think he was a jerk.
DAVID: I guess everybody must be pretty upset.
CHRISTINE: David, enough of the guessing, OK?!
CHRISTINE: Sorry. I really shouldn't have come. (she picks up her jacket) I should have called first.
DAVID: If you had, I would have invited you over.
CHRISTINE: (putting her jacket on) Oh, yes. But then you would have known what to expect.
DAVID: Do you wanna know the truth? I never know what to expect with you. ...I like that.
CHRISTINE: (clapping her hands and saluting) Keep you guessing, huh?
DAVID: You don't always have to be a barrel of laughs. Can I fix you something to eat?
DAVID: Would you like to hear some music? (Chris shakes her head) ...We could see what's on the tube.
CHRISTINE: Could we just go to bed?
DAVID: You're tired.
CHRISTINE: I just wanna be alive.
(he comes to her and she hugs him tightly)
(Mary Beth is nursing Alice. Harvey Jr. is standing in the doorway)
MARY BETH: You could come in, you know.
HARVEY JR.: Yeah, I know.
MARY BETH: (holding out her hand) Come here. (Harvey Jr. takes it and she sits him on the bed opposite her and touches his cheek) It must be hard. ...What I do ...can be dangerous. But life is dangerous. If you start thinking of all the ways that you could die, you stop living anyway.
HARVEY JR.: Weren't you scared?
MARY BETH: Yeah. But it'll pass.
HARVEY JR.: If we didn't have to move, you wouldn't have to work.
MARY BETH: That's not true. We want the house. It's something we've dreamed about all our lives. But I wanna work too. ...Oh, kiddo, I wish that I could tell you that nothing bad will ever happen to you. Or me either. But you're getting too old for me to say stuff like that to you anymore.
HARVEY JR.: Sometimes it bothers me.
MARY BETH: Sometimes it bothers me too.
(she cuddles Alice and reaches out and strokes Harvey Jr.'s hair)
[Detectives' Squad room]
(Mary Beth rushes in looking at her watch)
CHRISTINE: Where you been?!
MARY BETH: The subway was very crowded.
CHRISTINE: Midnight's found the cabbie!
MARY BETH: Good.
CHRISTINE: He even recognised the same car with the license plate similar to the one we're looking for.
MARY BETH: Good.
CHRISTINE: There's only one problem. the letters come before the numbers.
MARY BETH: Can I get coffee first?
CHRISTINE: Now, the way that I see it, there's two possibilities. Either the witness or the cabbie read the license plate backwards. Dyslexia, right? Or ,,,they're not New York plates.
MARY BETH: Every witness swore that it was a gold field with blue figures.
CHRISTINE: Same colour as Oregon license plates which happen to have letters preceding the numbers.
MARY BETH: You are something else.
CHRISTINE: Thank you. Samuels approves that we run an APB for a car with the Oregon plates before the DMV comes up with a car with the New York plates.
ISBECKI: (coming through to the coffee table) It's all arranged!
CHRISTINE: What? The marriage to the widow-to-be?
ISBECKI: I like to call her my fiancée, thank you.
CHRISTINE: Did she answer?
ISBECKI: Cagney, she's not the one that's gonna make the difference. (holding up a clipboard) It was cryonic suspension!
MARY BETH: What kind of suspension?
ISBECKI: Cryonic suspension is when you die, they freeze you. Then they defrost you when they can cure whatever killed you.
PETRIE: The immortal Isbecki!
CHRISTINE: Come on, Mary Beth. It's my privilege to be the witness.
(Chris moves off)
MARY BETH: This freezing business. What do they put you in?
ISBECKI: I don't know. I didn't ask. (to Petrie) What did you get, Marcus.
PETRIE: (walking away) Too close.
(Mary Beth starts to laugh. Isbecki joins in)
(Mary Beth joins Chris who has gone in there)
SAMUELS: This APB business. It's a long shot. Do you think it's worth it?
CHRISTINE: What do we have to lose?
MARY BETH: But I think it might get us somewhere, sir.
SAMUELS: All right. You do it.
CHRISTINE: Thank you, Lieutenant. ...First I want the two of yous to go over to Newman's apartment. Then I'll know that he's clean.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
CHRISTINE: Lieutenant, can't you get Aspromante or Kazak to do that?
SAMUELS: Cagney, how come every time I ask you to do something, you want me to ask someone else?!
CHRISTINE: It's the things that you're asking me to do!! Tell his mother. Visit his family. Reassign Corassa. Now go through his personal effects!
SAMUELS: (slamming his hands on the desk, standing up and coming round to face Chris) I don't have to apologise to you every time I ask for your help!! ...Sergeant!!!
CHRISTINE: I wasn't suggesting that you should, Lieutenant.
SAMUELS: (a pause) Now go to Newman's.
CHRISTINE: To see if he's a crook?
SAMUELS: No! To see if you can find something!!
MARY BETH: Yes sir. We're on our way.
[Detectives' Squad room]
(coming out into the room)
CHRISTINE: He gets me to do what anybody can do!
MARY BETH: Maybe not him, Christine.
(Chris gets her handbag out of her desk and stalks out)
(the duo is searching)
MARY BETH: Feels weird, huh? I mean it's not like going through things of people you don't know. ...Or people you think you know, like family.
CHRISTINE: Don't what we're gonna get out of here.
MARY BETH: He had an amazing record collection. Chris, look at this. (holding a photo up to Chris on the mezzanine) Must have been him when he was a boy.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: OK, I know. Files. Diaries. ...Any unusual habits. (they hear a key in the lock and turn with guns drawn) Police! Don't move!!
(a young woman has opened the door. She raises her hands)
CHRISTINE: Who are you?
DEBBIE: Debbie Chass. (as Mary Beth frisks her) My wallet's in my bag. I don't carry a gun, only credit cards. I was his girlfriend. I sort of lived here part-time.
CHRISTINE: (as they put their guns back) Put your hands down.
MARY BETH: We apologise. Miss. Chass, but we didn't mean to scare you like that. (showing her shield) I'm Detective Lacey. This is Sergeant Cagney.
DEBBIE: Cagney?! Oh! He talked about you a lot. He thought you were the best detective he'd ever met. I'd should have known you'd be coming.
CHRISTINE: It's part of the investigation.
DEBBIE: Mm. I guess you've gotta check to see if he was the terrific guy everyone said he was.
MARY BETH: Yes, Miss. Chass.
[Corridor outside Newman's apartment]
(Mary Beth is carrying a box)
MARY BETH: What a sweet girl she is, huh?
CHRISTINE: Well, his appointment book didn't show any irregularities.
MARY BETH: They were planning their honeymoon in Paris.
CHRISTINE: No kind of drug or alcohol abuse.
MARY BETH: They wanted a lot of kids. Who'd figure Newman would be crazy about children. I didn't know that.
CHRISTINE: Maybe his chequebook or his mail will turn up something.
MARY BETH: I'm glad he had somebody to love him, Chris.
CHRISTINE: Would you please pull yourself together.
MARY BETH: I beg your pardon.
CHRISTINE: We're working on a case.
MARY BETH: Yeah.
CHRISTINE: I don't like the way you're acting.
MARY BETH: Somebody we both worked with has been murdered!
MARY BETH: I'm not the one that's acting strange, Christine.
(Chris walks off)
[Precinct House front desk]
(the duo comes in. Mary Beth is carrying the box)
COLEMAN: Lacey! Your son, Michael, called. He sounded a little upset, so we talked to him for a while until he felt better.
MARY BETH: That's nice. Thank you, Sergeant.
COLEMAN: You're very welcome. Anything I can do for you, Cagney?
CHRISTINE: Are you all right, Coleman? Let me guess. (pointing to a book he is holding) It's time for a list.
COLEMAN: No. Poetry. Here, listen to this here. 'I shall pass through this world but once. If there can be any kindness I can show, let me do it now. For I shall not pass this way again'. Pretty, huh?
(Coleman goes off)
MARY BETH: Events can change a person, Chris.
CHRISTINE: Good for Newman.
[Detectives' Squad room]
CHRISTINE: (as they come in) Anybody wanna help with Newman's stuff?
CORASSA: What did you find he'd got?
MARY BETH: Nothing. But we met Debbie Chass. She seems like a fine young woman.
CORASSA: Yeah. She'll have a hard time until we find the guy that killed him.
(Isbecki and Petrie start to go through the box)
ISBECKI: I'm taking his chequebook.
CORASSA: I'll take his telephone bills. He was always on the phone to one of his sisters.
PETRIE: A lot of charitable donations.
CORASSA: (to Isbecki) Maybe you'll have to forgive him for not paying back his loan.
ISBECKI: You're just like me. A cop's cop.
CORASSA: I used to say to Newman 'You're a gentleman and a scholar and a good judge of marasche'.
PETRIE: He knew his ripple too.
MARY BETH: Christine told me once that he was very good at poker.
ISBECKI: He was a hell of a basketball player.
CHRISTINE: What is this? A Jonah Newman testimonial.
(they all look at her)
PETRIE: Some of us care that he's gone, Cagney.
CHRISTINE: You saying I don't?
PETRIE: I don't really know what you feel. I'm not sure you do either.
CHRISTINE: Petrie, go ahead and lie to somebody else.
PETRIE: We're trying to loosen up!
ISBECKI: Come on, Cagney. What's your problem?
CHRISTINE: (getting up) Everybody's walking around saying what a great guy Newman was. Nobody ever said that when you wanted me to set him up in the poker game.
ISBECKI: We hardly knew him then.
CHRISTINE: Coleman knew him last week when he wanted McGiver instead of Newman to play shortstop on his softball team.
PETRIE: What's your point, Cagney?
CHRISTINE: Suddenly everybody's going around asking 'Did he have a wife?. Did he have any kids?' Nobody even cared until he got killed! Nobody even thought about Newman's personal life! Hell, nobody even knew if he had one!
ISBECKI: Corassa knew.
CHRISTINE: Fine, Corassa! (Corassa turns his back on her) For the last few days all we've heard about is what a stand-up guy Newman was. A really smart, hard working, wow, is he honest! It's enough to make you puke.
MARY BETH: Yes, it is enough, Christine!
CHRISTINE: I would like to catch the guy who killed him just as much as you. But I don't think we've yet to know everything first.
(they resume looking through the box)
ISBECKI: (handing it to Petrie) His bank statement.
MARY BETH: Who's doing the phone bills?
(Chris stalks out)
(Harvey is up nursing Alice. Mary Beth comes in from work)
HARVEY: Do you know what time it is?
MARY BETH: Honey, they want us to work extended hours. Twelve hour shifts. You feel guilty going home at all.
HARVEY: You gave your best a long time ago.
MARY BETH: What were you doing this Saturday?
HARVEY: Damn it, Mary Beth, I worry too.
MARY BETH: I've been taking different routes home, Harvey. Yesterday it was the F train to Delancey and the Q11 bus. From Whithaven today it was the M train to Wyckoff and the bus B55. And I kept thinking I was a target.
HARVEY: I'll be glad when this over.
MARY BETH: When I was pregnant, I hated being on clerical duty. But today on the street I kept thinking it felt so safe sitting behind manila folders.
HARVEY: Then do it. Put in for clerical!
MARY BETH: That little girl makes me wanna live forever. Look at her. She's so pure. So safe. When am I gonna feel safe again?
HARVEY: Come here. (she sits down and takes Alice) Do you know, when you first joined the force, every time we kissed goodbye, I thought it would be the last time. I was holding on to those fears. It doesn't make you any safer. It doesn't make me any easer. So stop looking over your shoulder. Start taking your normal route home.
MARY BETH: I wish we were in the new house already.
HARVEY: Me too.
[Detectives' Squad room]
(Samuels comes out of his office)
SAMUELS: Can I have your attention, please. Can I have your attention, please. Everybody. Eighteenth Precinct just called to report an arrest in the shooting of Detective Third-grade Jonah Newman. Ballistics has been given a thirty-eight recovered in a car with Oregon licence plates matching the one given by the Chequered cab driver to Sergeant Cagney and Detective Lacey. ...Both are ...to be congratulated. (a general hubbub breaks out about The Eighteenth) No, no, there's no need for that. They asked if we wanted to share in the collar and they're on their way in here now.
MARY BETH: Thank you, sir. (to Corassa) Calm down.
CORASSA: Yes. I know.
(Mary Beth shakes Chris's hand)
CORASSA: (also shaking Chris's hand) Congratulations, Sergeant.
(while the congratulations continue, Chris follows Samuels to his office)
CHRISTINE: (knocking on and opening the door) Do you wanna come out here with the rest, Lieutenant?
SAMUELS: No, no. I think I'll take it in here. This is a situation that'll be new to you, Cagney, but I think you're gonna have to get used to it. Especially... ...Sometimes I used to think, OK, maybe my son'll be a cop. Unlike yourself, I'm glad he's not.
SAMUELS: Lieutenant, you are not responsible for what happened to Newman.
SAMUELS: I know that. But a commanding officer feels responsible for everything. I wanted to go over to the Newman family. I just wasn't ready.
CHRISTINE: Well, maybe you will be soon.
SAMUELS: Yeah. The show's not finished yet, so, I'm going over to see them later. (pointing out into the office) A lieutenant watches all the new talent that comes in. Sometimes you see one with such promise. Such ambition and energy. You laugh and you talk and.. ...You know, you called Newman a hot dog, but he and I, we called that chutzpah.
SAMUELS: I'm sorry I lean on you so hard.
CHRISTINE: I'm glad that you felt you could.
SAMUELS: The Eighteenth is bringing that suspect over for questioning so we're gonna have to interrogate him and I'd... I'd like as hell to do it, but... (handing her the file) I think I owe this one to you ...and Detective Lacey.
CHRISTINE: Thank you.
SAMUELS: Thank you.
[Precinct House front desk]
(the detectives are lining the staircase to the first floor where the interview room is)
ISBECKI: They're taking so long.
COLEMAN: They're grilling...
CORASSA: I hope they're frying him!
(uniformed officers bring the suspect out of the interview room. The duo follows. They take him down the staircase past the detectives who shout various things at him including asking what he said. Mary Beth stops at the bottom and quotes from her notebook)
MARY BETH: 'I wanted to commit a crime. I wanted to see if I could get away with it'
(Corassa makes a lunge at the suspect. Isbecki and Aspromante restrain him)
[Detectives' Squad room]
(the detectives settle back at their desks. Coleman leans on Petrie's. Chris sits quietly at her desk)
PETRIE: (with a bunch of files) Well, I now know Newman's past cases better than I know my own.
ISBECKI: (with the diaries and address book) I now know Newman's past girlfriends better than I know my own.
COLEMAN: Well, that doesn't surprise me.
MARY BETH: (to Isbecki) Hey, I thought you were gonna be kind.
ASPROMANTE: Well, how long can that last.
COLEMAN: About as long as Isbecki's engagement.
MARY BETH: Victor, what happened?
ISBECKI: It turns out to be if I get frozen when I die, she doesn't if she's a widow or a wife waiting for her husband to defrost. (they chuckle) The courts have got decide before Trixie'll commit. In the meantime we've decided to pursue other commitments.
PETRIE: I keep looking for something we can get out of all this.
COLEMAN: The only who got anything was Newman. Oh, he had a hell of a funeral!
SAMUELS: (joining them) Sure was. All those cops in uniforms as far as the eye could see. Would have made Newman proud.
CORASSA: Do you remember (laughing as he speaks) when he caught the bank robber?
MARY BETH: What bank robber?
ISBECKI: It was no bank robber. It was an old man.
PETRIE: What about the embezzler who offered Newman a partnership when gets out of prison.
(more laughter. Chris gets up and goes out)
COLEMAN: How about the hooker that promised to name the first legitimate son after Newman.
(as the laughter continues, Mary Beth realises Chris is not there)
ISBECKI: I wonder what Newman's doing now.
PETRIE: Probably organising a card game.
MARY BETH: A lovely thought, Marcus.
SAMUELS: What do say we all go over to Flannery's and we hoist one in Newman's honour?
(there is general agreement. Mary Beth excuses herself)
COLEMAN: Isbecki, you can pay.
ISBECKI: Say, I'll pay.
(Mary Beth comes in, goes to the mirror and says nothing)
CHRISTINE: (eventually) That was all for nothing, wasn't it? Some guy just getting his kicks.
MARY BETH: Yeah.
CHRISTINE: I thought catching him would help. (Mary Beth turns towards Chris) It didn't. ...I feel rotten. ...And a little guilty.
MARY BETH: Because you're alive and he's dead.
CHRISTINE: No. I never really liked him. But now that he's dead I can't say that anymore.
MARY BETH: Why would you want to?
CHRISTINE: Because I thought he was an obnoxious little twerp.
MARY BETH: Yes, we know.
CHRISTINE: Well, why should I lie about it? He always irritated me. You know that. This smart guy always throwing out those smart answers. And I hated his big, bold smile and he looked like he slept in his clothes! ...And I never told him what a good cop I thought he was.
MARY BETH: You could tell Corassa. And Petrie and Isbecki. They need to hear it, Christine. I'm going to Flannery's with them. ...Are you coming?
CHRISTINE: Yeah, maybe I will. I'll buy the first round and dedicate it to him.
MARY BETH: Yeah. That's one way of telling the person that you're gonna miss him.
CHRISTINE: I said he was a good cop. I didn't say I was gonna miss him.
MARY BETH: (putting her arm round Chris) Yes. I know.