The Marathon
Original Airdate: November 24, 1986

[Detectives' Squad room]

(phones start ringing all round the room including Samuels')

[Precinct House front desk]

(Josie, the bag lady, is standing there)
COLEMAN: (into phone) I know there's a problem. ...Hang on. One second please. (to a uniformed officer, handing her a folder) Will you give these to the Lieutenant please. As soon as he comes back, have him sign 'em and bring 'em back. (into phone) Hello. I know very well what the problem is. Don't tell me I don't know what the problem is. The problem is that Sergeant Cagney is not here right now. (another phone rings) Hang on a second. (yelling out) Sanders, pick up two, please! (into phone) I will look through the file. I am sure she will get back to you. ...Yeah. ...Thank you.
(the phone rings again)
COLEMAN: (into phone) Fourteenth, Coleman. ...Isbecki? (Josie shakes her head) Isbecki's not here right now. Can I take a message? ...I have absolutely no idea why he didn't make the payment. (Josie tries to take a peek at one of the messages. He takes the message back) Perhaps it was an oversight. (another line rings) Hang on, one second, please. (shouting out) Will you pick up three, Paramecki? (into phone) Hello, Fourteenth. ...Hi, Harvey. (he slaps Josie's fingers with a pencil as she tries to take a peek at the message again) ...Mary Beth? No. She's downtown with half the Squad. ...I have no idea! ...I'll have her call you as soon as she gets back. ...Yeah. Thank you. (he rings off. To Josie having put the phone on the desktop) The next time this phone rings, you pick it up. (the phone goes but Coleman stops Josie picking it up) Just kidding. (into phone) Fourteenth, Coleman. ...Give me a description, please. ...Of the car.

[Conference room at One Police Plaza]

(a large gathering of detectives is assembled. Marquette, Samuels and Daniels are sitting alongside the lectern)
KNELMAN: All right, all right, let's get started! I haven't got all day. Ladies and gentlemen, please find chairs, settle down. All right, you all know why we're here. Because the race ends in his precinct Lieutenant Samuels will be in charge of the Marathon Task Force at the Fourteenth. We have a special situation this year. Three of the runners are from South Africa and they have all received threats. Given the current political tension, we are taking these threats very seriously. (Mary Beth has her hand up) Question.
MARY BETH: Sir, if they're a security risk, why are they being allowed to run, sir?
KNELMAN: You'll have to ask the Mayor's Office about that. It's your job to see that they make it from the start to the finish line in one piece.
CHRISTINE: Well, how are we gonna do that with two million spectators on the streets?
KNELMAN: All right. In addition to the usual precautions there will be police officers running as escorts. Now, they'll each do one mile at a time in the race. So I expect New York's Finest to keep up.
ISBECKI: Well, what if we wanna run more than a mile, sir? Some of us are in better shape...
(there is a general, loud mumble, mumble)
KNELMAN: All right, all right! (Samuels shakes his head) Just make sure that we're covered. We don't want any incidents. Now we'll be operating on band seven (to Samuels) and your call sign is 'Mercury'.
DANIELS: Excuse me, Inspector.
KNELMAN: Yes, go ahead.
DANIELS: I would just like to apprise officers on interfacing with merchants who might be inconvenienced by the marathon.
MARQUETTE: (to Samuels while Daniels continues) Are all those officers of yours present.
SAMUELS: Every one of them.
DANIELS: ...by corporate sponsors. This marathon's gonna bring in a lot of revenue. Two point five million in hotels...
KNELMAN: Yeah, yeah. They get the idea. Just direct any complaints to Community Relations. All right, let's see the hands of those who are gonna run.
(Chris is one of many who do. Mary Beth looks at her)
KNELMAN: Right. Cagney. Esposito. Farrell. (Isbecki has his hand up. He nudges Petrie) Peters. Becker. Botello. Rimsky. Markham (Isbecki looks hard at Petrie) Pappas. Robinson. Webb. Plante...

[Precinct House yard]

(the duo arrives back from HQ)
MARY BETH: I learned a long time ago, Christine, never volunteer for anything.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, I understand that running is not you strong suit...
MARY BETH: That is not the point.
CHRISTINE: The point is that the athletes are trying to compete. If people are being threatened they have a right to be protected.
MARY BETH: Why would anybody risk their life to run a race?
CHRISTINE: Money. Competition. A test to be the best there is.
MARY BETH: So you're gonna risk your life so they can be the best there is?

[Precinct House front desk]

CHRISTINE: Come on, we risk our lives every day. At least I'm gonna get some exercise. You see, there wouldn't be any problem if people would stop confusing politics and sport. That's what screwed up the Olympics.

[Detectives' Squad room]

(Petrie and Isbecki are returning)
PETRIE: There is nothing the matter with me.
ISBECKI: What is it, Marcus? Have you got an injury?
PETRIE: I am not going to do it, Victor!
ISBECKI: (throwing race T-shirts) Hey, De Vol! (throwing one to Esposito) Hey! (throwing one to a uniformed officer) Basil, here!
UNIFORMED OFFICER: (giving it back) I'm not gonna run.
ISBECKI: Come on, Marcus!
PETRIE: I am not gonna volunteer to defend white South Africans. The fact that they're running supports apartheid, Victor. They shouldn't be allowed to race.
ISBECKI: Marcus, this is America.
PETRIE: Victor, do you have any idea what's going on over there? ...Do you?!
ISBECKI: Yeah, the ...Communists are using the black people to take over the country. (Petrie shakes his head in disbelief) Hey, that's what the President said! I heard it on the TV!!
PETRIE: Victor, it's already their country. They just wanna live there as free people.
ISBECKI: The government's working out the problem!
PETRIE: It's a prison for twenty-four million black people. Is that what you call 'working it out'.
ISBECKI: Look, these things take time.
PETRIE: It's a police state, Victor! People are held without trial, They're beaten, tortured.
ISBECKI: So there's a little unrest.
PETRIE: If you're not white, you can't even vote. You're forced to live in segregated Homelands that make Harlem look like Trump Tower. Over two thousand people have been murdered in the last two years. ...Killed, Victor.
ISBECKI: What's gonna change if you don't run?
PETRIE: (getting up and putting his coat on) You're like a good German, Victor.
ISBECKI: (as Petrie leaves) I'm Polish.

[Locker room]

MARY BETH: (coming through the temporary curtain) Aren't you going home?
CHRISTINE: No. I thought I'd run a few miles. Get the old body in shape. I've gotta keep up.
MARY BETH: (picking up one of Chris's trainers) Those are some shoes.
CHRISTINE: Nice, huh? Bought 'em a couple of months ago.
MARY BETH: Haven't used 'em much.
CHRISTINE: Yeah, well, I'm gonna break 'em in now.
MARY BETH: What did they get for them?
CHRISTINE: A hundred bucks. (Mary Beth whistles) Worth it though. They're made especially for heel strikers. They align the forefoot for more efficient toe off.
MARY BETH: (changing into her own trainers for the commute home) Toe off?
CHRISTINE: Yes.
MARY BETH: I got mine because they match my pants.
CHRISTINE: Yeah. (getting up and doing a little practise run-on-the-spot) See you tomorrow, Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: Good night, Chris.
CHRISTINE: (in the male part of the locker room) Good night, guys.
(Mary Beth snaps a lace doing up her trainers)

[Michael's bedroom]

(Mary Beth is painting the lower half a wall while Harvey pastes wallpaper)
MARY BETH: Bumpers?!
HARVEY: Bumpers, Mary Beth, chrome bumpers?.
MARY BETH: Well, what does apartheid have to do with the diamonds?
HARVEY: Honey, it's a long story.
MARY BETH: OK. So South Africa has the chrome. We need the bumpers. Harvey, they don't make bumpers out of chrome any more. It's plastic and rubber now, isn't it?
HARVEY: OK Toasters. Faucets. Whatever.
MARY BETH: Well, there has to be more to it than bumpers and diamonds.
HARVEY: Look, they've also got manganese and lots of uranium. That's why these multinational companies don't want us to boycott South Africa.
MARY BETH: So the whole thing is economics!
HARVEY: Honey, it's only the bottom line. Big business won't let us take a real stand on this apartheid, because what South Africa's got, they need.
MARY BETH: OK. I get it.
HARVEY: Good.
MARY BETH: We're staying neutral.
HARVEY: Mary Beth, we are not Switzerland here. There are no neutral corners on this one.
(Mary Beth looks up confused)

[Precinct House yard]

(Petrie comes out with Marquette)
MARQUETTE: So, how's Claudia?
PETRIE: She's fine, Inspector, but you didn't call me out here to talk about my family, did ya?
MARQUETTE: Now, why didn't you volunteer to run?
PETRIE: I thought the choice was mine, Inspector.
MARQUETTE: Well, I hope you aren't avoiding this assignment because of personal feelings.
PETRIE: Well, sometimes personal feelings should be enough.
MARQUETTE: Not when you're a cop. ...Look, ...Petrie,...
PETRIE: Peetrie, sir.
MARQUETTE: I'm a little short-handed. I need every man I can get, especially good ones like you.
PETRIE: Don't you mean 'black ones like me'? A good man wouldn't run with them. A black man shouldn't even consider it.
MARQUETTE: I understand how you feel. I was in uniform during the sixty-eight riots when Dr. King was shot. AB Squad, double shift pattern, that sort of thing.
PETRIE: Are you comparing the death of a great leader to a runner in a foot race?
MARQUETTE: The situation was the same. I had a job to do. I felt kind of guilty being out there. I guess I didn't care what happened to Dr. King.
PETRIE: We are talking about South Africa, sir.
MARQUETTE: Well, I ...am talking about America. There was a riot going on out there, man! People lives were in danger and I had a choice to make.
PETRIE: Sir, I...
MARQUETTE: So do you! ...Now, right now ...you're high on the list for Sergeant, and I don't care what decision you make, Detective, as long as you choose to run.

[Samuels' office]

KNELMAN: Er, we've got an assignment for ya. Two of the South African runners have quit the race. There's this woman left. Kathy Wade. She's thirty, divorced, a great runner. (handing Chris a file) It's in there. I want you two to talk her in to dropping out.
CHRISTINE: She's come along way o drop out now. Any suggestions?
KNELMAN: Yeah. You're women. She's a woman. She ought to listen to ya. Also she's got a twelve year-old son she's putting at risk. So Lacey, ...appeal to her as a mother.
MARY BETH: With respect, sir, if we can't prevent her to run, there must be something else the Department can do.
KNELMAN: Yes, there is, Detective. I want you two to talk her into quitting. She's gonna sue anyone who wants to force her out. I won't be crucified on this one.
CHRISTINE: So what if we can't convince her?
KNELMAN: Then nothing better happen to her. Nothing.

[Central Park]

(the duo are walking along with Kathy Wade, the South African marathon runner, who is out training)
MARY BETH: But your trainer doesn't think that you should be running at all.
KATHY WADE: Yeah, well, Derek and I don't always agree.
CHRISTINE: Miss Wade, has it occurred to you that you could be blown away from any rooftop or tree. Take a look.
MARY BETH: Yeah, what with the crowds and all, it only needs somebody with a handgun. Wouldn't you say, Sergeant Cagney.
CHRISTINE: Probably.
KATHY WADE: You two should understand something. I don't scare. Once I decide to do something, I do it.
MARY BETH: And tough luck if other people get hurt too. Right? There are other runners, you know. There are spectators that you could be putting in danger.
KATHY WADE: All I'm doing is running a race. Everything else is nothing to do with me.
MARY BETH: (pulling Kathy Wade back by the elbow) Miss. Wade, there will be other races.
KATHY WADE: Look, this is about sponsors, the right competition, the right money. I'm not quitting. And I bloody well don't care what you two or the rest of the world think.
(she runs off)
CHRISTINE: Well, you've gotta admire her guts.
MARY BETH: Yeah?! It's her warmth that wins me over.

[Outside Kathy Wade's hotel]

(a peaceful anti-apartheid demonstration is going on)

[Hotel room]

(Kathy Wade is being massaged by Derek Volker. She suddenly sits up)
KATHY WADE: Officers! Is this really necessary?!
CHRISTINE: Yes it is. Did you see what's going on out there?
KATHY WADE: I don't want them here.
DEREK VOLKER: Let them do their job.
KATHY WADE: That would make you happy, wouldn't it?
DEREK VOLKER: Kathy!
KATHY WADE: (to Chris) I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this.
CHRISTINE: Well, Miss. Wade, death threats are a big deal.
KATHY WADE: (to Volker) I've goy a little cramp in my left calf. (her son, Peter, comes round to massage her right calf) Don't do that, Peter. Would you let Derek do it.
PETER WADE: Mum, listen to those people outside.
KATHY WADE: Don't pay any attention to them!
PETER WADE: Mum!
KATHY WADE: I'm not going to discuss it with you again. Go into the other room. ...Peter!!!
(the boy goes)
DEREK VOLKER: (massaging her left calf) He's just worried about you, Kath.
MARY BETH: With all due respect, ma'am, it is going to be difficult to protect you for twenty-six miles.
KATHY WADE: Nobody is asking for protection.
MARY BETH: Miss. Wade, the Department is concerned for your safety.
KATHY WADE: I'm not dropping out. They kept me out of the Olympics and I won't let this happen to me again.
DEREK VOLKER: That old song. (stopping massaging her and allowing her to get up) See you legless!
CHRISTINE: Look, lady, maybe you do not think much of all this, but we have to take these threats seriously.
DEREK VOLKER: You're not talking to a reasonable woman.
KATHY WADE: Those people downstairs aren't reasonable.
MARY BETH: Exactly!
KATHY WADE: You tell me what apartheid's got to do with me, or this race.
MARY BETH: With respect, ma'am, you are from South Africa.
KATHY WADE: Nobody stopped American runners because of Selmer, or Birmingham! I want to run. This is my race. Understand?! And it is nothing to do with Homelands or prisons or anything!
DEREK VOLKER: When are you gonna think of someone besides yourself?
KATHY WADE: I'm running this race for all athletes.
DEREK VOLKER: Come on, you're running this race for money.
KATHY WADE: Oh!! You're suddenly opposed to money?! What's my son supposed to live on? If I don't run, I'll lose my sponsor.
MARY BETH: If you do run, he could lose his mother!
KATHY WADE: I won't teach my son to be a quitter.
DEREK VOLKER: What the hell are you teaching him?!

[Detectives' Squad room]

CHRISTINE: (coming in gingerly) Morning.
MARY BETH: Are you all right?
CHRISTINE: Of, fine. Fine. I just did a little extra running last night. I surprised myself. I'm a lot tighter than I thought I was.
ISBECKI: (coming up and giving her a race number) There you go, Sergeant. All the members of the Force have numbers beginning with zero so we can tell each other.
CHRISTINE: Great, Isbecki.
ISBECKI: I've got your number, Petrie.
PETRIE: Oh.
COLEMAN: (coming up to Isbecki) Last chance to place your bets on the race, gentlemen.
ISBECKI: Are you giving odds?
COLEMAN: Yeah. Kathy Wade's the long shot. Got her down at thirty-to-one. There is heavy money on the Swede, but I've bet the whole kitty on Kathy Wade. She's the one that's got the guts in my book.
PETRIE: That's like betting on the number of cards making a downswing.
COLEMAN: It's not the same thing!
PETRIE: It is to me.
SAMUELS: (coming out of his office) What's going on here?
CHRISTINE: They're betting, Lieutenant.
SAMUELS: How you doing with that woman runner?
MARY BETH: To tell you the truth, sir, not so well. Miss. Wade is a ...very strong-minded person.
CHRISTINE: She's pig headed!
MARY BETH: Actually, sir, we're working on finding some way to get through to her.
SAMUELS: All right, you get back to her later. Right now I want the two of yous to pay a visit to the National Freedom Committee. Now, they're listed among the suspects of last year's consulate bombing.
CHRISTINE: Yes, Lieutenant.
SAMUELS: Isbecki! I want you and Petrie to talk to the Stop Apartheid Council. I'm gonna send Corassa and Esposito over to the Anti-Apartheid Committee. Tell them we don't want any trouble!

[National Freedom Committee]

MR. JOHNSON: It's about time some white South Africans had a few of their rights restricted.
CHRISTINE: We are not too keen on Kathy Wade running in this race.
MR. JOHNSON: (to Mary Beth) Interesting photos, aren't they?
MARY BETH: I don't know if 'interesting' is the right word, sir.
MR. JOHNSON: Important stuff, this little foot race. Much more important than the thousands of people being tortured and killed by Wade's government.
CHRISTINE: Look, Johnson,...
MR. JOHNSON: The fact that people are being treated like cattle, bull whipped and abused, pales in importance to Kathy Wade trotting out to sell more running shoes.
CHRISTINE: We're not here to argue with you.
MR. JOHNSON: That's right. But you're here to guarantee her running safely.
CHRISTINE: That's right.
MR. JOHNSON: But every time we stop one South African from carrying on business as usual, we get closer to stopping apartheid.
CHRISTINE: You keep away from Kathy Wade.
(as Chris goes to leave a black woman gets up)
IDA MAKEEBA: I am Ida Makeeba. My husband was killed last year by the security police in Cape Town. I went to his funeral. So I was thrown into solitary confinement for eleven months. When I came out, I spoke of it. (she calls to a young boy) So the police broke my son's head open, (she calls the boy again and he comes to her side) then sewed him up with nothing for pain. They made me listen to him scream.
MR. JOHNSON: Will you show the ladies your scar, son?
IDA MAKEEBA: Only if he wants. (the boy takes off his woolly hat. Even Chris is moved) Nothing is the same anymore.
MR. JOHNSON: Kathy Wade cannot run as if it is. She shouldn't have more rights than Mrs. Makeeba or her son. She will be stopped.
CHRISTINE: Just be sure you don't do it. Excuse me.
MARY BETH: (to Ida Makeeba) Ma'am.

[Manhattan street outside the National Freedom Committee]

CHRISTINE: I hate it when people talk stuff like that. All the emotional smoke in the world does not hide the fact that Wade has been threatened.
MARY BETH: Did you see that kid's scar, Chris?
CHRISTINE: Yeah. And that is overkill, Mary Beth. (as the arrive at the Squad car, Mary Beth looks long and hard at Chris across it's roof) You know what I mean. Do you wanna open the door?
MARY BETH: ...She's a brave woman.
CHRISTINE: Yeah, she is. And you know what. I hope she does run.
MARY BETH: I was speaking about Ida Makeeba.
CHRISTINE: Her too.

[Outside Kathy Wade's hotel]

(the demonstration is still going on)

[Hotel reception]

MICHAEL GREY: Well, now that I'm on my way back to South Africa, that's one less foreign runner grabbing at the prize money.
CHRISTINE: And that's what you think this is about?
MICHAEL GREY: Well, this country's so full of hypocrites, I wouldn't be surprised. (the receptionist hands him his account) I mean, politics is a great cover for eliminating competition.
MARY BETH: Mr. Grey, we'd like you to talk to Kathy Wade for us.
MICHAEL GREY: Its not gonna help. She's a very stubborn lady and she's come here to win. (to the receptionist on handing back the account) Thank you. (to the duo) All the more power to her I say. (he signs for the account) You people amaze me, you know that? This used to be a wonderful country.
MARY BETH: Sir, we're interested in Miss. Wade's safety.
MICHAEL GREY: Well then, get your radicals off the streets!
CHRISTINE: You don't know what you're talking about!
MICHAEL GREY: What's gone wrong with your moral posture on this? And then you turn around and trade with East Germany where everyone's a slave. At least in South Africa we're trying.
CHRISTINE: Oh, give me a break.
MICHAEL GREY: (picking up his luggage) I'm very glad to be going home.
CHRISTINE: Well, don't stick around on our account.
(as he turns to leave, Kathy Wade comes running up followed by Derek Volker and her son)
KATHY WADE: Michael!
MICHAEL GREY: I just left a message with reception. We will see you when you get back to South Africa.
DEREK VOLKER: (handing Mary Beth a document which she gives to Chris) They just left this message.
KATHY WADE: (as they have a friendly peck) Have a good journey.
(he goes)
MARY BETH: Now hold on a moment, Miss. Wade. That's not exactly a fan letter there.
CHRISTINE: 'Kathy Wade will not run. If she tries, we will be forced to act'.
DEREK VOLKER: We can drop out now. We don't have to go back. We can live anywhere. You can run for a decent country.
KATHY WADE: I'm South African.
DEREK VOLKER: Are you proud of that?
KATHY WADE: It's my home.
PETER WADE: Mum, please!
KATHY WADE: Nice work, Derek. (to the duo, taking her son) Please excuse us.
CHRISTINE: (shouting after her) Miss. Wade!! This is a serious threat here, lady.
KATHY WADE: Then I suggest you find out who sent it.
CHRISTINE: (going back to Mary Beth) More bravery from the opposition! Huh?
MARY BETH: Oh, anybody could have sent that note, Christine. Another runner even.

[Laceys' dining room]

(the family is sitting around the table)
MARY BETH: This boy was no older than Michael, Harvey.
MICHAEL: Does the scar on his head still hurt?
MARY BETH: I don't know, sweetheart. Maybe. I don't understand how that can happen, Harve.
HARVEY: Same as Nazi Germany back in the Thirties.
MARY BETH: They had these pictures of beatings and police officers shooting at the crowd.
HARVEY JR.: On TV I saw 'em set dogs on people.
MARY BETH: This is exactly what I mean. Kathy Wade lives there. How could she not know what's going on?
HARVEY: Lots of Germans knew what the Nazis were doing too. They didn't care. They didn't have to. The government had made Jews subhuman. It was the law of the land. Like apartheid.
MICHAEL: Does the boy with the scar have to go back there then?
MARY BETH: I don't think he's going back, sweetheart. Why can't Kathy Wade see it? How could she just look the other way?
HARVEY: You have to wanna see it, Mary Beth.

(preparations go ahead for the Gotham Invitational Half Marathon. This is not consistent with the 'twenty-six miles' already mentioned and the 'two hours' and 'the twentieth mile' mentioned later)

[Locker room]

CHRISTINE: Why can't Samuels get you out of this? I thought he said it was a special assignment.
MARY BETH: I didn't ask him to. I'm just following orders, Christine.
CHRISTINE: Well, let Knelman put a Uniform on it. Gold shield for a babysitter! It's insulting.
MARY BETH: Well, what do you call protecting some crazy jerk of a runner who won't stand up for what's right?
CHRISTINE: She may be hot-headed, Mary Beth, but nobody has he right to tell her what she can or can't do!
MARY BETH: Here, in this country, sure. But in South Africa if she was a black person she wouldn't have any rights at all. You have to stand up for some things sometimes, Christine.
CHRISTINE: Thank you, Harvey Lacey. I do stand up for things. Do you wanna see my cheque stubs? I also happen to know what's going on in South Africa. I just don't happen to know what it is you want me to do about. All I wanna do is my job, which is to keep this woman from being killed.
MARY BETH: Everything is political, Christine, whether we like it or not.
CHRISTINE: Well, I think Harvey is wrong because everything in life is not political!
MARY BETH: Each one of us can make a difference, Christine.
CHRISTINE: Spare me from instant experts.
MARY BETH: And what we don't do makes a difference too.
CHRISTINE: Would you give me a break! I'm not a politician. Neither are you. And neither is Kathy Wade.

[Marathon start]

(Petrie moves through the throng of runners to he start line where he finds Kathy Wade and Isbecki)
CAMERAMEN: Miss. Wade! Miss. Wade! Big smile!
(Petrie is wearing a T-shirt emblazoned South Africa Solidarity Day)
CAMERAMEN: Look right this way. Thank you.
(Petrie smiles at Isbecki. The starting cannon goes. The marathon starts)

[Detectives' Squad room]

(there is a bank of three TV monitors)

[Samuels' office/Police van]

SAMUELS: (into walkie-talkie) Command to Mercury One.
CHRISTINE: (into walkie-talkie) This is Mercury One.
SAMUELS: Make my day. Tell me Miss. Wade is standing there with you.
CHRISTINE: I wish I could, Lieutenant. The trainer tried to talk her out of it one last time. No chance. He headed back to the hotel.

[Hotel room]

COMMENTATOR: (on TV) ...an early challenge, Kathy Wade is closing in on Nancy Dee. She looks strong and confident. At this point in the race (there is a knock on the door) she looks as if she has trashed most of the runners. Wade couldn't ask for more ideal race conditions (Peter Wade is watching the TV. Mary Beth answers the door. She lets Derek Volker in. There is a uniformed officer, Wells, outside) on a beautiful day in the The Big Apple.
DEREK VOLKER: I'm sorry, Peter, I tried. (sitting on the arm of Peter's easy chair) Well, how's she doing?
PETER WADE: She's very steady.
MARY BETH: She's closing on Nancy Dee. (sitting down on a settee) They say she's looking strong and confident.
DEREK VOLKER: (getting up) I'll tell you what. Why don't we order up hamburgers all round?
PETER WADE: No thanks.
MARY BETH: Nothing for me, thanks.
DEREK VOLKER: (picking up the phone) Oh, I'll get an extra one just in case.
PETER WADE: OK then. We're in the right place for them.

[Samuels' office/Police van]

UNIFORMED OFFICER #2: This has just come in.
SAMUELS: Oh, no! (into walkie-talkie) We've got our first bomb threat.
CHRISTINE: (into walkie-talkie) Where?
SAMUELS: Somewhere near the UN Offices. I'll call you back later.
CHRISTINE: All right, I'll move on to the next checkpoint.

[Hotel room]

(Mary Beth and Peter are playing cards. The phone goes)
MARY BETH: (to Derek Volker as he gets up) Excuse me, sir, I have to get that. (into phone) Detective Lacey. ...Yes, Sergeant. ...Inspector Knelman?! ...Yes, Sergeant. I'm on my way now! (she rings off) I'm sorry, I'll be right back. You leave the phone off the hook and lock the door behind me. I'll instruct the uniformed officer not to let anybody in or out. And Peter. Hey don't peek.
(Derek Volker locks the door)

[Hotel reception]

MARY BETH: (showing her shield to a uniformed officer) Detective Lacey. Have you seen Inspector Knelman?
UNIFORMED OFFICER #3: No, Miss. No. I haven't seen him.
MARY BETH: (to another uniformed officer at the reception desk) Have you seen Inspector Knelman? (he shakes his head. Into walkie-talkie and getting into the lift) Officer Wells. Officer Wells. Can you copy? This is Detective Lacey. Can you copy?

[Corridor outside the hotel room]

MARY BETH: (to Wells) Anybody been in the room.
OFFICER WELLS: Just room service.
MARY BETH: Room service? We've got trouble! (pushing him the other side of the room door) Get over there! (she gets him ready with their guns) There's two rooms on the other side. Bathroom. Bedroom. The other bedrooms are on this side. I'm taking them. Are you ready? (she throws open the door) All clear. Go!

[Hotel room]

(she checks a cupboard and then opens a bedroom door. Derek Volker is laying on the floor)

[Hotel bedroom]

MARY BETH: Wells! Come here! (Mary Beth checks Volker's pulse. To Wells) Get me a wet rag from that bathroom. (there is a note on Volker, which Mary Beth reads. Into walkie-talkie) Mercury Two to Command. I have an injured unconscious male. Send an ambulance. Also three units with officers to assist in a search for a missing twelve year-old male. (Wells returns with the wet rag which Mary Beth applies to Volker's head) I want this hotel locked up tight. And this time you better do it correctly! We are in deep trouble here, kid!! ...Go!!! Move!!!

[Samuels' office/Hotel room]

SAMUELS: (into walkie-talkie) Mercury Two.
MARY BETH: (into walkie-talkie) Sir.
SAMUELS: What's going on there, Mercury Two.
MARY BETH: It is a kidnapping, sir.
SAMUELS: What?!
MARY BETH: Repeat. they have her son. They left a note. It says that if she crosses the finish line, they will kill the boy.

[Hotel room/Manhattan street]

MARY BETH: (into walkie-talkie) Has she passed the next checkpoint yet?
CHRISTINE: (into walkie-talkie) Not yet. Samuels has told me he wants me to bring her back to the hotel.
MARY BETH: Nobody of the kid's description left the building. We're working floor to floor now.
CHRISTINE: She's coming onto this street.
MARY BETH: Ten-four.

[Hotel room]

DEREK VOLKER: (he has a dressing on his forehead. To an ambulance attendant) No, no, I'm not going to the hospital. (to Mary Beth) It's my fault. I put in for some room service. He had a card.
MARY BETH: We're doing everything we can to find Peter, sir. It looks as though as though he's still in the hotel. My partner is bringing Miss. Wade back to you now.
DEREK VOLKER: Oh, thank God she's stopped.

[Manhattan street]

(Chris drops in alongside Kathy Wade escorted by two detectives)
CHRISTINE: Peter's been kidnapped.
KATHY WADE: What?!
CHRISTINE: They've said they're gonna kill him if you cross the finish line.
KATHY WADE: Don't lie to me, Detective.
CHRISTINE: They've kidnapped your son, damn it! I'm not lying!
(Kathy Wade stops her watch and pulls off the course)
KATHY WADE: What the hell happened?! You were supposed to be protecting him!!
CHRISTINE: They're trying to find him back at the hotel.
(Kathy Wade restarts her watch and rejoins the race pursued by the two detectives)
CHRISTINE: Hey!
(an official race golf buggy comes along. Chris hijacks it)
CHRISTINE: Police business. I need your help. Would you follow the girl in the yellow vest?

[Hotel room]

HOTEL SECURITY #1: They've searched two floors above and below. Nothing so far. This is gonna take a while.
MARY BETH: What about the phone call?
HOTEL SECURITY #2: The hotel computer only monitors the outgoing calls. The operators don't remember ringing this room.
MARY BETH: So it had to come from inside.
HOTEL SECURITY #1: Right.
MARY BETH: OK. You keep me posted, huh?
(there is a knock at the door. The door is opened by the uniformed officer. A trolley is wheeled in)
WAITER: You ordered lunch.

[Manhattan street]

(the buggy draws alongside Kathy Wade)
CHRISTINE: (shouting) When are you gonna stop?!. Your son's life is at stake!
KATHY WADE: Not until I cross the finish line.
CHRISTINE: Will you listen to me?!
KATHY WADE: You've got two hours! Find him!!
CHRISTINE: What are you talking about?
KATHY WADE: I left him with you. You get him back.
CHRISTINE: (as Kathy Wade and the escorting detectives accelerate away) Are you out of your mind!

[Hotel room/Samuels' office/Manhattan street]

MARY BETH: (into phone) There's four hundred and twelve rooms in this hotel, sir. I've requested every available man from the field.
KNELMAN: (on phone) How did it happen?
MARY BETH: (into phone) We're figuring the kidnapper wore a waiter's uniform and took the boy out in a room service cart.
KNELMAN: Well what about the waiter?
MARY BETH: We're checking them out now.
CHRISTINE: (into walkie-talkie) Mercury One to Command. Come in, Inspector. Mercury One to Command. Come in, Inspector.
KNELMAN: Er, hold on, Lacey. (into walkie-talkie Go ahead, Cagney.
CHRISTINE: She won't stop. She says 'Find him'.
KNELMAN: She said what?!
MARY BETH: (into walkie-talkie) Did you tell her what the note said?!
CHRISTINE: I told her. She said we have two hours.
KNELMAN: Lacey, get off the channel.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
KNELMAN: Sergeant, get back to her. Keep on her. Don't take 'No' for an answer. You keep at it until she stops!!!
CHRISTINE: (switching off the walkie-talkie) Whatever you say, Inspector. (to the buggy driver) Get back to Kathy Wade, please.

[Samuels' office/Manhattan Street]

SAMUELS: (into walkie-talkie) Petrie, come in Petrie. Petrie, have you still got wheels?
PETRIE: (into walkie-talkie) I was just out checking progress, Lieutenant.
SAMUELS: Johnson and his group are over on 51st and Third. Bring them in for questioning. Petrie, er your little stunt before the race didn't exactly go unnoticed. Inspector Marquette has specifically requested that you bring Johnson in.
PETRIE: Yes sir.

[Manhattan street]

(the buggy is back up alongside Kathy Wade)
CHRISTINE: If I were allowed to touch you, I would. But you have to stop. (Kathy Wade ignores her) Do you know what you're doing if you cross that line.
KATHY WADE: Yes. For myself. My mother. My sister.
CHRISTINE: Right now, they've got your son. Don't you care?!
(Kathy Wade accelerates away again)

[Hotel room]

MARY BETH: And you are the only person that takes room service orders, right?
ROOM SERVICE MANAGER: Yes. Nine to five. The calls come into my desk. I write 'em down, put the time on 'em, get 'em ready, send 'em out. You see this order came in, eleven fifty-two this morning.
MARY BETH: OK. All right. That's it for now. Will you be downstairs if I need you.
ROOM SERVICE MANAGER: Until five. Then I check out. So what do think? I live here?

[Samuels' office/Hotel room]

SAMUELS: (into walkie-talkie) Command Post to Mercury Two.
MARY BETH: (into walkie-talkie) This is Mercury Two, sir.
SAMUELS: You got anything there, Lacey?
MARY BETH: Not really, Lieutenant. Almost anybody could have taken a service trolley off of almost any floor. We have questioned all the waiters. Their movements are accountable.
SAMUELS: And the call.
MARY BETH: We're figuring it had to come from inside, but there's no way of knowing which room, sir. It's gonna take about approximately two hours for them to check the rest of the hotel.
KNELMAN: Then we're going to have to get ready to deal with the crisis if she goes through with this. Get Daniels down here. Alert the Commissioner's Office.

[Hotel bedroom]

(there is a knock)
DEREK VOLKER: Yes. (Mary Beth comes in) Did you find him?
MARY BETH: Not yet, sir.
COMMENTATOR: (on TV) Look at the grace and form. That effortless, floating quality...
MARY BETH: Mr. Volker, what else do you remember about the man who hit you?
DEREK VOLKER: It was so fast. So sudden.
MARY BETH: I need your help here, sir. We haven't got a lot to go on and we are running out of time.
DEREK VOLKER: Peter's like a son to me. I don't understand. She has to stop. How can she keep on running?
MARY BETH: I don't know, sir. (looking at the TV) I don't know.

[51st and Third]

(Petrie gets out of a patrol car)
PETRIE: Excuse me, Mr. Johnson, I'm Detective Petrie, NYPD. Would you mind stepping in the car with me?
JOHNSON: Black policeman, made detective. But you're overdoing it with the T-shirt.
PETRIE: I believe in what this says, sir. You have to come down to the Precinct for questioning.
JOHNSON: All of us?
PETRIE: No sir, just you.
JOHNSON: You must feel somewhat conflicted. What stakes you busting me for this time?
PETRIE: Kathy Wade's son has been kidnapped. Let's go.
JOHNSON: Officer, they are the ones that hurt children, not us.
PETRIE: You made the threat. We need to talk to you. Please, sir.
JOHNSON: So you're rounding up the usual black suspects.
(as they go to the patrol car, booing breaks out as Kathy Wade comes past. A banner is unfurled over the parapet of a bridge just as the runners go to pass underneath. 'Stop Apartheid, Free South Africa')

[Detectives' Squad room]

(Marquette, Knelman, Samuels and Daniels are watching the TV monitors)
KNELMAN: Daniels, do we have a statement yet?
DANIELS: It's still being drafted, sir.
MARQUETTE: She's going to cross the finish line soon. We had better think of something.
SAMUELS: Legal says we've got no cause to stop her. She's not breaking any laws.
KNELMAN: If this Wade kid dies, the Press is gonna have a field day. We're all gonna be looking for jobs before this thing is over.
MARQUETTE: Send Sergeant Cagney out to talk to her again.
SAMUELS: I already did, sir.
COLEMAN: (coming up) Excuse me. The Mayor is on the phone. He wants to talk to somebody in charge.
(Daniels goes to the phone)

[Central Park]

(Chris is in the buggy alongside Kathy Wade)
CHRISTINE: Time's running out. We can't find Peter. ...Kathy!!! Do you understand me?
KATHY WADE: Can't stop. ...Can't stop.
CHRISTINE: Yes, you can!! Just stop putting one foot in front of the other!
KATHY WADE: No!!
CHRISTINE: It's your son's life or death! (Kathy Wade accelerates away again) Can you hear me?!!! (shouting after her) What the hell is wrong with you!!!

[Central Park/Detectives' Squad room]

CHRISTINE: (into walkie-talkie) Mercury One to Command.
SAMUELS: (on walkie-talkie) Go ahead, Cagney.
CHRISTINE: She's shutting me out, Lieutenant. I can't make a connection.
SAMUELS: Stay with her, Cagney, and I'll call you back.

[Hotel bedroom]

DEREK VOLKER: Why aren't you out there trying to stop her?
MARY BETH: My partner's is working on that, sir. Now let you and I go over this kidnapping again.
DEREK VOLKER: I already told you everything I remember.
MARY BETH: Unfortunately, Mr. Volker, that's not very much.
DEREK VOLKER: Whose side are you on anyway?
MARY BETH: I'm a police officer.
DEREK VOLKER: Do you think that sets you apart?
MARY BETH: I am trying to solve a kidnapping here!
DEREK VOLKER: I know all about police officers. At home they killed the best runner I had. Gabriella Saleeki ran like... And they cut her down like a dog in a roust.
MARY BETH: What does that have to do with this here?
DEREK VOLKER: (leaping up) Just get through to that woman before it's too late!!

[Detectives' Squad room]

MARQUETTE: What about the waiver she signed? Isn't that enough?
SAMUELS: Er, no sir, that just applies for injuries sustained in the race.
KNELMAN: You know, we'd still be responsible. She put the boy under our protection. They are gonna hang us by our...
DANIELS: (to Marquette) Excuse me, Inspector. You're due in the Mayor's Office in seventeen minutes.
KNELMAN: Wait a minute. (to Marquette) Lyall, what about if we get Cagney to get a verbal agreement from Wade not to hold the Department liable?
MARQUETTE: Good idea.
SAMUELS: Well, is that gonna stand up?
KNELMAN: I don't know, Bert, but it's better than nothing. (to Daniels) You. Get the wording from Legal and relay it to Cagney.

[Hotel bedroom]

DEREK VOLKER: What we had was over a long time ago.
MARY BETH: But you're still with her.
DEREK VOLKER: For Peter. He's the best part of her.
MARY BETH: Why was Miss. Saleeki killed, sir?
DEREK VOLKER: She was murdered. She was training one afternoon, running down the streets of her township when the police shot her. ...Just another dead, black kid. ...She was brilliant. ...Kathy knew her too. (he gets up) Excuse me, Lacey. (he stands in front of the TV) Why did I even think she'd give a damn? ...What would it have meant with one less competitor? ...It's just another dead, black kid for her too.
MARY BETH: Excuse me. I'll be right back.

[Hotel room]

MARY BETH: Did you find anything?
CORASSA: Not yet.
MARY BETH: What have we got left?
CORASSA: Only fifty rooms. (pointing to the TV) Oh, geez, look at Petrie.
(the start is being replayed)
COMMENTATOR: ...a black, male runner stands next to Kathy Wade wearing a very dramatic anti-apartheid T-shirt.
CORASSA: He is gonna get his tail kicked.
MARY BETH: Good for Marcus. Good for him. (getting up and going close to the TV) Al, get out and keep on looking.
COMMENTATOR: ...the starting cannon was fired at exactly twelve noon. Now that's as close as you can get to a miracle in competition running.
MARY BETH: Let me know if you find anything.
CORASSA: Right.
(Corassa goes out)
COMMENTATOR: ...it maybe a cliché but it certainly is the truth here today. Only in America, folks. Now back to the streets of Manhattan. The final miles of the Gotham Invitational. The leading runners are into the twentieth mile.
MARY BETH: (into phone) Front desk. ...This is Detective Lacey.

[Samuels' office/Central Park]

SAMUELS: (into walkie-talkie, reading) 'I, Kathy Wade, (Chris is writing it down) will waive and release all claims against the City and Police Department'.
CHRISTINE: (into walkie-talkie) Will you slow down?
SAMUELS: 'All persons, officials and agencies, public and private, of those organisations'.
CHRISTINE: Excuse me, Lieutenant, but this is a lot of crap.
SAMUELS: Do it, Cagney! Just do it!!

[Hotel room]

MARY BETH: Mr. Volker, who did you call from the lobby phone around noontime?
DEREK VOLKER: Er, what do you mean?
MARY BETH: The desk clerk said he saw you making a telephone call before you came up to the room.
DEREK VOLKER: I was calling a friend.
MARY BETH: Somebody in the hotel?
DEREK VOLKER: Yes.
MARY BETH: What is your friend's name? (no reply) I don't think you called a friend. I think you called room service from the lobby phone and then you came up here.
DEREK VOLKER: I don't know what you're talking about.
MARY BETH: I think you called her for my benefit. (pointing to her motes from questioning the room service manager) You see, the time is right here. Eleven fifty-two AM. That's before the race started.
DEREK VOLKER: Detective, I don't have to listen to this.
MARY BETH: (stopping him from leaving the room) Actually you called Johnson at the Committee who then called back pretending to be Inspector Knelman's assistant. Where is Peter?

[Central Park]

CHRISTINE: (in the buggy ahead of Kathy Wade and shouting out the terms of the agreement) ...am physically fit and that I am of sound mind and body in reaching this decision'. Do you understand what I'm saying? We will not be held responsible. If anything happens, it's on your head. ...Can you hear me?!!! ...Yes?!! ...Is that 'Yes'?!!! (to the buggy driver) Hey, let me off. (running alongside Kathy Wade) Forget the statement. That's the finish line and he's dead. ...Are you sick?! ...What kind of machine are you?!! ...Don't you have any feelings?!!! They're gonna kill your son!!!
(Chris falls back. The pace is too hot)

[Hotel room]

MARY BETH: I have no time for this, mister! You know something!! Tell us...
DEREK VOLKER: You... You don't understand!
MARY BETH: If you care about this child at all...
DEREK VOLKER: Peter doesn't wanna go back! I begged her. I don't want Peter to learn to hate!!
MARY BETH: Where is he?!!!
DEREK VOLKER: Whether she likes it or not, when she runs for South Africa, she runs for apartheid!
MARY BETH: Where is he, Mr. Volker?!!!
DEREK VOLKER: If she stopped running, people would notice. Don't you see, we're making a statement.
MARY BETH: (pointing to the TV) She's not stopping, Mr. Volker!
DEREK VOLKER: The whole world is watching her. That's what I told her. (sitting down in front of the TV) She's not like the rest of them.
MARY BETH: Take me to him. ...Sir! She is not stopping!! ...Take me to Peter!
COMMENTATOR: ...as the race enters its final mile.

[Hotel room/Central Park]

MARY BETH: (into walkie-talkie) Mercury Two to Mercury One. Do you copy?
CHRISTINE: (into walkie-talkie, propped against a patrol car) Yeah.
MARY BETH: Christine, we have the boy. The boy is all right. She can keep on running.
CHRISTINE: She can, huh? Tell, Harvey he was right.
MARY BETH: What?
CHRISTINE: Never mind.
(Kathy Wade crosses the finish line)

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