(a wet evening in Manhattan)
CHRISTINE: (coming up with a hot dog) You don't know what you're missing. Sure you don't wanna a bite?
MARY BETH: No thank you. If you don't mind my saying so, if Detective La Guardia is correct, the chances of dying at fifty-seven years old are high. It's hard to believe, Christine.
(Mary Beth picks a payphone receiver)
CHRISTINE: Good sex, Mary Beth. You're only as good as partner's age.
MARY BETH: What does age have to do with good sex?
MARY BETH: You wanna keep a more open mind, Chris. (she has been tapping the receiver rest but gives up) Oh, damn.
CHRISTINE: What's wrong? Who were you calling?
(the duo arrives at the Squad car)
MARY BETH: Well, I wanted to check with the kids. Harvey Jr. and his girlfriend, Tiffany, gave up going to a basketball game tonight so they could sit with baby Alice. Hard to believe, huh?
(they arrive at the Squad car. Mary Beth goes round to the driver's door)
CHRISTINE: Hard to believe, all right!
MARY BETH: What's that supposed to mean?
CHRISTINE: I wasn't thinking about Harvey. What's his girlfriend's name? Tiffany? Mary Beth, it's a well-known fact that girls grow up a little faster than boys.
MARY BETH: What do you mean by that?!
CHRISTINE: Do you wanna open the door!
POLICE RADIO: Car twenty-seven. City University, westside campus. Beta Epsilon Sorority House. Investigation. DOA.
CHRISTINE: (into microphone) Car twenty-seven responding.
[Outside the Sorority House]
(there is a chalked outline of a body on the paving)
CHRISTINE: Well, where were you when this happened?
KAREN PRICE: In the library preparing for Finals.
CHRISTINE: Did you hear her scream?
KAREN PRICE: She didn't scream.
CHRISTINE: Did you hear her body hit the ground?
KAREN PRICE: Yes.
CHRISTINE: Were you alone?
KAREN PRICE: No. Patti was with me.
CHRISTINE: Patti who?
KAREN PRICE: Patti Wayne.
[Patti Wayne's room]
MARY BETH: And what did you do?
PATTI WAYNE: I started to turn her over. Karen said she used to be a pre-med. She said you shouldn't do that.
MARY BETH: So, she was still alive when you found her?
PATTI WAYNE: I thought so. ...At first. I wanted her to be. (breaking up) She was all crumpled up.
MARY BETH: OK. We're doing fine.
[Outside the Sorority House]
CHRISTINE: Anybody else hear her fall or see it?
KAREN PRICE: No.
CHRISTINE: You sure?
KAREN PRICE: Only the two of us. We just stood here ...in shock.
CHRISTINE: OK, Karen. What else happened?
KAREN PRICE: I called an ambulance. And then we woke up Mrs. Tulloch.
CHRISTINE: And after that?
KAREN PRICE: She told the rest of the House. I couldn't believe it was her.
[Patti Wayne's room]
PATTI WAYNE: (tearfully) I am really tired. Can I please go now?
MARY BETH: Miss, Wayne, I know it's hard on you, losing a friend like this. The questions we have to ask aren't easy either. Did you ever see Miss. McHenry under the influence of drugs?
PATTI WAYNE: (getting up ) I don't wanna talk about her any more. OK?
MARY BETH: Sit down, please.
(she slumps back into the chair)
[Hallway of the Sorority House]
(other students are gathered in their dressing gowns)
MRS. TULLOCH: Fifteen years as a House Mother. Nothing. Nothing like this has ever happened before. It's like death in the family. These girls are like daughters to me.
CHRISTINE: Thank you, Mrs. Tulloch. We'll get back to you.
MARY BETH: Thank you, ma'am. A lovely home. ...Get a load of this furniture, Christine.
MARY BETH: French provincial or something.
CHRISTINE: Queen Anne.
MARY BETH: Queen Anne?
CHRISTINE: (inspecting a wardrobe) Definitely Queen Anne.
[Outside the Sorority House]
CHRISTINE: Why was anybody up on the sunroof? You tell me. What was this kid doing up there? Ten o'clock at night in fourteen degrees weather. It's gotta be a suicide.
MARY BETH: No suicide note. Nothing in her room. A girl like that. Blonde and rich. Getting a degree that'll write a ticket to anywhere. Why should she kill herself?
CHRISTINE: It's the major cause of death among teenagers.
MARY BETH: (moving off) Come on.
(Mary Beth gets in. The lights are out. The fire is burning brightly. She switches on the light and then recoils when she sees Harvey Jr. on top of Tiffany on the settee. Tiffany sits up, Harvey Jr. tumbles to the floor and Tiffany turns back face down)
HARVEY JR.: Mum!!!
MARY BETH: Oh, (putting the light back out) excuse me!
HARVEY JR.: Mum, I didn't hear you come in.
MARY BETH: No, I guess you didn't.
HARVEY JR.: Dad, isn't home yet.
MARY BETH: I guess he's not.
(Mary Beth goes into the kitchen)
HARVEY JR.: Oh brother!
HARVEY: (going into the bathroom) Big bucks, Mary Beth. Big bucks. (he cleans his teeth) You should have seen me, Mary Beth. I was hot tonight.
MARY BETH: Yeah, you're not the only one.
HARVEY: (coming back into the bedroom and sitting on the bed and starting to unbutton Mary Beth's nightdress) I must go out with the guys more often.
MARY BETH: Turn out the lights first.
MARY BETH: When I got home tonight, Harve Jr. and Tiffany Rinaldi looked all unbuttoned and very sweaty.
HARVEY: Aerobics? Come on, Mary Beth, you're not gonna tell me you're shocked?
MARY BETH: I'm not talking about shock, I'm talking about our son!
HARVEY: Interacting with his girlfriend.
MARY BETH: Exactly! I was so embarrassed. I had to go into the kitchen while they pulled everything back together.
HARVEY: I always thought that sneaking around was part of the fun. (kissing Mary Beth's neck) Danger and sex are a powerful combination.
MARY BETH: I'm not a prude. Harve Jr. is a growing boy. It's not unnatural. Harve, one of us has to talk to him.
HARVEY: (getting up) ) OK, OK, what we'll do is talk to him. (showing his frustration) We'll tell him to keep his hands to himself.
MARY BETH: An unfortunate choice of words, Harve. No, the moment we tell Harvey Jr. he can't be picking any apples off the tree, he'll be running into the orchard with a bushel basket. One of us ...has to talk to him about the responsibility, you know. What all this means.
HARVEY: What all 'what' means?
MARY BETH: All this sap running through the two of them.
HARVEY: Sap? ...Hm. (Mary Beth smiles sweetly. Harvey kneels on the bed and gives her a peck) If you ask me, Mary Beth, this is a mother's job.
MARY BETH: I'll tell you what. (undoing Harvey's shirt) You take this one and I will teach him how to drive.
(they snuggle up)
[Corridor outside Chris's loft]
(Chris comes out with her arms full of washing. A wardrobe is being manoeuvred into the loft opposite)
REMOVAL MAN #1: Take it easy with those doors. They're all hand-carved. ...Careful now. ...Watch it! Come on guys. This thing's the pride of the French Revolution. It's also its first day in Soho. ...Alright?
REMOVAL MAN #2: Yeah.
(as the removal men ease the wardrobe into the loft, Chris squeezes past to be confronted by a man carrying a pile of books.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: Sorry. If I go to my left.
CHRISTINE: And then if I go to my left. OK? (as they try to squeeze past each other, both the washing and some of the books go on the floor and Chris's foot) Ow!!
TONY STATINOPOLIS: (bending down and rubbing her foot and shin) It's all my fault.
CHRISTINE: (bending down too) I'm Christine Cagney.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: Tony Stantinopolis, your new neighbour.
CHRISTINE: (as they shake hands) Hi.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: All my bad habits are quiet ones. (Chris laughs) How about yours?
CHRISTINE: Well, I suppose that depends on ...how good you know me. (he helps her retrieve some washing and she hands him a book) Oh, Anton Chekov. I didn't know people still read the classics.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: Another enquiring mind. I like that.
CHRISTINE: How do you feel about Dostoyevsky?
TONY STATINOPOLIS: (picking up a piece of lingerie) I like black silk better.
CHRISTINE: Oh, ...well, ...thank you.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: Yeah.
(he helps her up)
CHRISTINE: Thank you.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: You're welcome. Oh.
CHRISTINE: I'm sorry. (he picks up the rest of the washing) Thanks a lot.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: Do the Gods smile? Is there a good dry cleaners?
CHRISTINE: Well, they're quite good at getting you back the clothes you put in, and getting them back clean. ...Er, no. Welcome to the neighbourhood.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: Thanks. Dry cleaner aside, I think I'm gonna like it here.
CHRISTINE: OK. See you later.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: See ya. ...Bye.
CHRISTINE: (looking back and smiling as she goes round the corner) Bye.
[Detectives' Squad room]
CHRISTINE: (breezily as she comes in) Good morning, Mary Beth!
MARY BETH: Good morning, Christine. I already lined us up with the girl's mother and her guidance counsellor.
(Marry Beth gets her coat and goes to leave)
CHRISTINE: That's nice!
(Chris goes to the coffee table)
MARY BETH: Christine!
CHRISTINE: Hot coffee on a cold morning. I know you have it every day but how often do you really stop to taste it?
MARY BETH: (coming back) Ah ha. ...There is something you wanna discuss here, Christine, and I suspect that this something involves a man.
CHRISTINE: Ah! Speculation is a dangerous thing, Mary Beth.
ESPOSITO: (having got a coffee) So is living. Did you ever hear about the Westchester dentist? You see this guy's on a golf course, right? He hits a hole-in-one and then what happens? Lightning from above comes down, strikes this guy in the fly and electrocutes the poor stiff. You see, life is full of little unpleasant surprises.
CHRISTINE: (as Esposito walks away) And there goes one of them! (cheerily) Let's go, Mary Beth.
[Mrs. McHenry's apartment]
MARY BETH: It's important that we talk to her as soon as possible.
MR. GARN: My sister just sits there ...looking at pictures of Jamie Lee.
MARY BETH: We're sorry for your loss, Mr. Garn.
MR. GARN: It's a terrible thing to lose your only child. Worse if it's suicide. Even worse if you blame yourself.
(the duo goes to talk to Mrs. McHenry)
CHRISTINE: No matter how much the mother wants it, Mary Beth, they have to want it too.
MARY BETH: That's a mother's grief process, Christine. I bet a lot of girls are anxious about fitting in when they go to join a sorority.
CHRISTINE: Even worse if it's the mother's dream, not theirs.
MARY BETH: You cut loose of your mother endured the worst.
CHRISTINE: I made all the sacrifices. This is a rough town! It's not Beta Epsilon. There's a lot of pressures. I say the kid couldn't make it.
MARY BETH: Well, I hope you're wrong, Christine.
CHRISTINE: Well, if I am, where are we? She was not on that roof to get tanned.
[Mr. Larkin's office]
MARY BETH: (to Chris as she puts the brochure off the desk into her bag) It's for Harve Jr. He has to be thinking about his future.
MR. LARKIN: (coming in) Detective Lacey?
MARY BETH: Mr. Larkin? This is Sergeant Cagney...
MR. LARKIN: You've got twelve minutes until my eleven-fifteen. Now sit, sit, sit.
MARY BETH: You've got a load of books. You're quite a reader.
MR. LARKIN: Oh, not anymore. I'm too busy working on my thesis, (handing her a copy) 'Therapeutic Psychological Model for Independent Living'. Do you like the title?
MARY BETH: Sound's very important.
CHRISTINE: Mrs. McHenry felt for some reason you were a favourite of her daughter.
MR. LARKIN: Oh, nice kid. She had a lot of promise.
MARY BETH: The mother says she thinks her fall wasn't suicide. What do you think, sir?
MR. LARKIN: Well, if she saw the statistics. Young, adult, white. urban, high achieving intellectual with extraordinary, some times unrealistic, expectations.
MARY BETH: Is that a yes, Mr. Larkin?
MR. LARKIN: Classic prototype for teen suicide. I remember when she came in here in hysterics over the midterm break...
CHRISTINE: Couldn't hack the competition?
MR. LARKIN: Are you kidding? Straight A's, except for a B in French. She begged me to talk her professor into giving her a second test so that she could bring it up to an A. Very erotic!
CHRISTINE: Really!!! The kid wanted another shot at doing her best work. It makes sense to me.
MR. LARKIN: We're talking serious, unfulfilled dependency needs here. An excessive preoccupation with external validation.
CHRISTINE: So she is labelled a nutcase just because she wants people to notice her?
MR. LARKIN: Oh, with that kind of ego drive, it is just a kind of cover for lack of self-esteem. Personally I think she had a lot of repressed anger toward her mother.
CHRISTINE: Well, thank you so much, Mr. Larkin, we wouldn't want you to be late for your eleven-fifteen.
MARY BETH: There's one more thing, sir. Her mother said that she wanted to move out of the Sorority. Were you aware of that?
MR. LARKIN: It figures. Intermittent violent hyperactive people like that get too close and, Bam!
MARY BETH: Bam?!
MR. LARKIN: Bam. Up go the defences. Social isolation, withdrawal. Well... Ha, ha, ha. You know the type!
MARY BETH: (as Chris nudges her to leave) Sure, Mr. Larkin. (handing back the thesis) Thank you.
[Detectives' Squad room]
MARY BETH: (as the duo returns)...high school, college recommendation. They're stuck with their families. A's straight across the board. She was a great kid. They pushed her too hard. Maybe Mr. Larkin's right about her being the suicide type.
CHRISTINE: Oh, give me a break. Some of these shrinks should get a job in the real world. Holed up in that lousy little office.
MARY BETH: Well, maybe not. So,... What?!
CHRISTINE: So, I didn't hear what he said. (she takes a bottle of wine out of a brown paper bag) If a girl's got everything going for her, why should she commit suicide?
MARY BETH: That's what I said last night! When did you join up?
CHRISTINE: (holding up the bottle) Do you think I should put a bow on this? I mean, it's a gift.
MARY BETH: I don't know. Aren't you the one that thought she did herself in?
CHRISTINE: Yeah, I changed my mind. A bow would be too much, wouldn't it?
MARY BETH: David coming to dinner?
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, there are other men in my life besides David Keeler.
MARY BETH: It's hard to keep up with you sometimes, Christine.
[Tony Stantinopolis's loft]
(there is a knock at the door. He opens it. Chris is standing there with the bottle of wine smiling broadly)
TONY STATINOPOLIS: That's the kind of welcome I like.
CHRISTINE: I hope you like red.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: Seventy-eight. It's a great year for Cabernet.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: I'd invite you in, Christine, but the ...glasses are still packed and this place is still unfit to be inhabited. Or cohabited, as the case may be.
CHRISTINE: Well, I have two glasses, right across the hall.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: In your loft?
CHRISTINE: Uh huh. Good. Ha, ha.
(she leads the way)
(they are sitting at the table with Harve Jr.)
MICHAEL: (sitting down) I washed my face, Mum.
MARY BETH: Thank you, sweetie. Did you get a chance to look at that college brochure I brought you, Harvey?
HARVEY JR.: I've been busy.
MARY BETH: Ah ha. Well, when you get a chance to look at it, I think you will be very impressed. They have History of Art, History of Literature, History of History. I think you will be very impressed. They have this one class. It's called 'The Romantic Poets, from Suicide to Ecstasy'. Where you get to study all those people you hear about on Public TV.
HARVEY JR.: I don't wanna go to college.
HARVEY: What are you talking about?
HARVEY JR.: I mean it. College is a waste of time. Well, you didn't go and you're doing OK, right?
MARY BETH: What your parents did has nothing to do with what you're gonna do, young man!
HARVEY JR.: Oh, how come Dad's always telling me, if something is good enough for him, it's good enough for me.
HARVEY: OK, Harvey. If you don't wanna go to college, what is it you ...do ...wanna do?
HARVEY JR.: I don't know. Something steady. In case my wife doesn't wanna work.
MICHAEL: Ha, ha!
MARY BETH: OK, you two help with these dishes here.
MICHAEL: Can I watch the TV, Mum?
MARY BETH: No, you may not!
HARVEY JR.: Hey, Mum, the Winter Carnival Ball's Friday. Afterwards the kids are going to Mario's Diner. Then over to Robert G. Donald's house.
MARY BETH: That sounds like a very late night to me.
HARVEY JR.: That's what it is, Mum, an all-nighter.
MARY BETH: What are you gonna do over at Robert G. Donald's house?
HARVEY JR.: Chill out. His parents said it was OK with them. All the other kids are doing it.
MICHAEL: And I suppose because if you can do it, I can watch the film.
MARY BETH: I said 'No TV', Michael.
HARVEY: Your mother and I'll talk about it.
MARY BETH: Thank you for your help. Your father and I will take it from here. Michael, close the door.
(the boys leave. Harvey catches the door before it slams)
MARY BETH: You talked to him, right?
HARVEY: Now that is what I wanted to clear up with you first. What is this little talk supposed to be about exactly?
MARY BETH: Protection. Responsibility. Thinking smart. Not taking any stupid chances. ...Condoms, Harvey!
HARVEY: Oh, come on honey, this is all news? Any kid can walk into a bowling alley john and get a week's supply.
MARY BETH: Yeah, then how come there's so many young girls walking around with big bellies?
HARVEY: Modern girls know the story. The pill's been around for twenty years, Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: Oh, I see, and in fifteen years when we catch Alice on that couch, we're gonna tell her the whole thing is up to her. Is that correct?
HARVEY: No. OK.
MARY BETH: I'm too young to be a grandmother.
HARVEY: I will talk to him tomorrow.
MARY BETH: That kid is not going on any all-nighters until he has his facts straight.
HARVEY: Right. (shouting so the boys can hear him) Right!!! (shaking his head) Oof.
(Tony pours the wine)
TONY STATINOPOLIS: And on the third floor?
CHRISTINE: I've never met any of them. Except for Mrs. Walsh.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: Short, with glasses.
CHRISTINE: Mm hm.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: I figure she's into Sid Arthur, Sid Caesar and Sid Vicious.
CHRISTINE: How do you know that?
TONY STATINOPOLIS: Well, I'm a student of life. I was a fat kid and I had a lot of time to sit around and watch.
CHRISTINE: So, ...how do you figure me?
TONY STATINOPOLIS: You like ballet, ...Brahms ...and baseball.
CHRISTINE: Only the Yankees. One out of three. I'd stick with antiques if I were you.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: Used furniture, my dad calls it. He wanted me in the family company. Olive oil. I figured it was a slippery business
CHRISTINE: Don't tell me.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: So tell me, besides witty conversation, what do you do?
CHRISTINE: You tell me.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: Let's see. ...You're obviously well read. ...Chic. ...Sophisticated. (he laughs as Chris preens herself) You're a ...book editor at Random House?
CHRISTINE: (laughing) Not even close.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: You're a professor of Sanskrit at Columbia?
CHRISTINE: I'm a cop.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: You're kidding!
CHRISTINE: No!!! So was my Pop. My mother wanted me to get married and ...have children and ...do charity work. (they laugh) So what would you do?
TONY STATINOPOLIS: I know the feeling.
CHRISTINE: Now listen. I noticed that you only had three dining room chairs. So I decided ...that either you liked to do very only small dinner parties, had a fetish for odd numbers or ... were involved in a divorce.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: You are a cop.
CHRISTINE: Hm. A detective. Sergeant.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: One quick swivel of the head and you take in the whole lot.
CHRISTINE: Mm. Without glasses. So did your better half have the other three chairs? (they smile at one another) I've never been married.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: Neither have I. ...Legally anyway. We're still, shall we say ...complicated.
CHRISTINE: Mm. Being a couple is tough.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: I'm sure you could cope.
CHRISTINE: (laughs) I can. But being single is a challenge.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: Mm. All the good men are married or gay.
CHRISTINE: (laughs loudly) Or wanna be! (Tony laughs) I just like to keep my options open.
TONY STATINOPOLIS: Wouldn't we all.
[Precinct House front desk]
COLEMAN: (handing a letter to the female sergeant manning the desk) Kennedy, from your aunt in Tennessee.
PETRIE: (coming in) Morning, Sergeant.
COLEMAN: Morning. Got something for you here. Hang on! (giving him a letter) Brooklyn Collegiate Institute.
PETRIE: Oh, finally. Thank you.
COLEMAN: Isn't Lauren a little young yet?
PETRIE: Oh, no, no. In order to get into a good kindergarten you have to apply a year in advance at least. Some people start as soon as the child is born.
COLEMAN: (handing a letter to a uniformed officer) One for you. (to Petrie) How about a public school?
PETRIE: (waving the letter which he has opened) Not for my daughter!
COLEMAN: That's not very egalitarian. (turning to the bag lady who is dogging him) There's nothing for you, Josie.
[Detectives' Squad room]
CHRISTINE: (into phone) Last night you said it would be on my desk at eight o'clock. It is now eight-seventeen. We're not on Jersey time, mister. Well, ...If I don't you're gonna hear from me.
MARY BETH: (rushing in and signing in) I'm sorry I'm late. I've gotta find a new route to work.
CHRISTINE: You I don't mind. That jerk at the ME's Office I'd like to strangle. Everything all right at home?
MARY BETH: Fine!
CHRISTINE: That's good news. How's Alice Christine?
MARY BETH: She is so curious. Her little hands are into everything.
CHRISTINE: Yeah. ...And the boys?
MARY BETH: Oh! ...So curious. How did your new neighbour like the wine you got him?
CHRISTINE: I think Tony thought it was a gracious gesture.
MARY BETH: Tony? Tony's a nice name.
MARY BETH: What's he like?
CHRISTINE: Bright. ...Charming. ...Sophisticated.
COLEMAN: (coming up and throwing an envelope on her desk) Is this what you're harping about?!
CHRISTINE: Unlike some men we know!
MARY BETH: Thank you, Sergeant Coleman.
CHRISTINE: (looking at the file in the envelope as Mary Beth comes round to look at it over her shoulder) Mary Beth, Jamie Lee's bloodstream had a reading of point one-oh. (Mary Beth whistles) She was smashed.
MARY BETH: Time of death, approximately nine PM. That's an hour before they called the paramedics.
CHRISTINE: I'm surprised that one of the Sorority Sisters didn't put in a call.
[Sorority House lounge]
MRS. TULLOCH: Alcohol!
CHRISTINE: Oh yes. According to the lab report she was blasted out of her sneakers.
MRS. TULLOCH: Oh, no, no. There's some mistake. Alcohol is not allowed on House premises. University regulations.
CHRISTINE: (to Karen Price who is there) Oh, and of course your girls never broke that rule, did you?
MARY BETH: (indicating a frame filled with head-and shoulders photos) Pretty. Pretty pictures. How come they don't have one of Miss. McHenry here?
KAREN PRICE: Oh, that was the House last year. She's a pledge?
MARY BETH: I beg your pardon.
MARY BETH: Oh, I get it.
CHRISTINE: We'd also like to talk to the girl who was the Big Sister of Miss. McHenry.
KAREN PRICE: You already have. Patti Wayne.
MARY BETH: Ah ha. Well, here are a couple of things here, Miss. Price. Sit down.
JANE RASMUSSEN: (coming in) Excuse me. I'm Jane Rasmussen, President of Beta Epsilon.
CHRISTINE: (shaking her hand) How do you do.
JANE RASMUSSEN: Can I help you?
CHRISTINE: Maybe. Can you explain why your Sisters waited to call the ambulance?
JANE RASMUSSEN: I don't understand.
MARY BETH: The medical examiner has fixed her time of death nearly an hour before the phone call.
JANE RASMUSSEN: Oh, so that's what this is about. I asked Karen to wait. You see, Jamie Lee was dead and ...it was pretty crazy for a while.
MRS. TULLOCH: You mean, you didn't wake me up immediately!
JANE RASMUSSEN: (to Mary Beth) Excuse me. (Mary Beth moves away from Mrs. Tulloch) We know how you feel about all of us, Mrs. Tulloch. We weren't sure how to tell you. ...Or how to tell anybody.
CHRISTINE: What exactly were you waiting for?
JANE RASMUSSEN: Look I'm doing Pre-Law . I know what I should have done. But notifying the proper authorities didn't seem very important at the time. (Karen Price looks anxious) Everyone was really shook up. Nobody could believe that ...Jamie Lee really killed herself. I mean suicide... (to the duo) How do think we felt?!
MARY BETH: Miss. Rasmussen, when we were here the night before last, everybody said that it was an accident.
JANE RASMUSSEN: We wanted to spare her mother's feelings. ...And Mrs. Tulloch's. And the truth is that this ...didn't look good for the House.
CHRISTINE: Karen, how did Miss. McHenry get along with the other girls?
JANE RASMUSSEN: Fine. Just like any other pledge. We were getting to know her. She was getting to know us. Sometimes it takes a while.
CHRISTINE: (to Karen Price) Any problems with her roommates? Any jealousies about boyfriends?
JANE RASMUSSEN: You mean Jason?
CHRISTINE: (to Jane Rasmussen after looking at her notes) Jason Weinstein?
JANE RASMUSSEN: That's right.
CHRISTINE: Any problems?
JANE RASMUSSEN: No. None.
CHRISTINE: And what Fraternity House does he belong to?
(Jane Rasmussen looks at Karen Price)
KAREN PRICE: He's GDI.
MARY BETH: What is that?
CHRISTINE: It means 'God Damned Independent'. He didn't belong to any House.
MARY BETH: Ah ha.
CHRISTINE: (to Karen Price) Now how did you and your Sisters feel about that?
JANE RASMUSSEN: Our pledges make their own decisions.
MARY BETH: Miss. Price, would you say that Miss. McHenry was happy here?
KAREN PRICE: Jamie was more of a loner. She...
JANE RASMUSSEN: But everyone liked her. All we wanted was for her to just fit in.
JASON WEINSTEIN: The only thing that I know, is that she wouldn't go out that night because she had be at the House.
CHRISTINE: Did she say anything about her Sorority initiation coming up?
JASON WEINSTEIN: Look, she never said anything about what went on in the damned House and I never asked her.
MARY BETH: How long had you and Miss. McHenry been dating?
JASON WEINSTEIN: September. Er, we met at a Fraternity rush party.
CHRISTINE: You were on the same one as Miss. McHenry?
JASON WEINSTEIN: They didn't take me. I was weeded out with the other losers. Wrong image. ...And I didn't look ...Robert Redford.
MARY BETH: Was this in Alpha Hall, this party you went to?
JASON WEINSTEIN: It's where the big men on campus compete. How much spirit you can put under your belt.
CHRISTINE: Was Jamie Lee a drinker?
JASON WEINSTEIN: She said she didn't like the stuff. Why?
MARY BETH: She was drunk when she fell to her death, Mr. Weinstein.
JASON WEINSTEIN: She didn't drink!! But there is ...a lot of things that she started doing after she joined that House.
CHRISTINE: Mrs. Tulloch said she had a very high opinion of Beta Epsilon.
JASON WEINSTEIN: Are you kidding me? If you don't wear the right clothes. If you don't come from the right family. If you don't say what they think. If it's not cool to do, then they don't want you. You have to fit their mould.
MARY BETH: And Miss. McHenry didn't?
JASON WEINSTEIN: She tried.
[Staircase/Hallway down from cafeteria]
CHRISTINE: I'm telling you, Mary Beth, it makes sense. It's something to do with initiation.
MARY BETH: I don't know, Christine. It's possible that boy has an axe to grind.
CHRISTINE: It's also possible that Jamie Lee McHenry was trying to impress them as a new pledge. Or that she didn't fit in and the criticism finally got through.
MARY BETH: Maybe.
CHRISTINE: And something went wrong. And the Sisters haven't got the guts to come forward and face the music.
MARY BETH: It's no different from cops protecting their own. ...When you think about it?
[Sorority House kitchen]
MRS. TULLOCH: Initiation? No, no, no. Both the authorities and the University both take a hard line on that. No, it's been discouraged for years.
CHRISTINE: Discouraged?! It's against the law!
MRS. TULLOCH: Sergeant, my girls loved this house and everything that it stands for. This is their home! A place to belong. Do you think they would risk losing our charter just to pull some foolish prank?!
CHRISTINE: You were sleeping! How do you know what they were doing?
MRS. TULLOCH: I know these girls! I trust them!
CHRISTINE: Well, these girls that you trusted waited one hour before they woke you up!
MRS. TULLOCH: What you're implying is ridiculous!
MARY BETH: Mrs. Tulloch,...
MRS. TULLOCH: I think you'd better leave!
(she shows the duo the door)
CHRISTINE: We'll be back.
[Detectives' Squad room]
MARY BETH: (into phone) OK. Thank you. (she rings off and joins Chris signing out) That was Legal. Judge Davis has got our affidavit.
CHRISTINE: So what does it take for he good judge to get off his bench and get us a warrant?
MARY BETH: Tomorrow we could search the rooms. Maybe. By the end of the week we will.
CHRISTINE: And the wheels of justice clank along.
SAMUELS: (from the office) Can I see you, Lacey?
MARY BETH: Certainly, sir. See you, Chris.
(as Chris goes out, Corassa leads in four suspects dressed as clowns followed by Esposito dressed in a lion costume)
CHRISTINE: (pointing at Esposito) A song by Stephen Sondheim!
ESPOSITO: Don't ask.
SAMUELS: I'll just keep you a minute, that's all. I need some advice.
MARY BETH: If I can, sir.
SAMUELS: Yeah. I know my daughter-in-law is only four months along but it's not too early to get started shopping, is it yet, huh?
MARY BETH: No sir, never too early to shop for a baby.
SAMUELS: So I was thinking, maybe, a savings bond.
MARY BETH: Oh!
SAMUELS: But I know that he couldn't use it right away. So that's when I thought, diapers! You know, the kind that you could throw away. I er, get him six months supply.
MARY BETH: Well, that's very practical, sir.
SAMUELS: Yeah, I thought so. (after an awkward pause) Yeah, go ahead, speak your mind.
MARY BETH: Well sir, I think that your son and his wife might appreciate something that you had picked out yourself, sir. Something a little more personal.
SAMUELS: Yeah. (picking up a bag and taking out a giant teddy bear) Do you think they'll like this?
MARY BETH: Isn't that cute?
SAMUELS: Yeah. Look at this! Isn't that something? Yes, this ...plus the six months supply of diapers.
MARY BETH: They'll love it, sir. ...I'm sure.
SAMUELS: My son, David, gonna be a father. Can't believe it.
MARY BETH: Yeah, well, but that's one I don't know about yet, sir.
SAMUELS: Mind you, between you and me, I would like for them to get a little more settled first. ...Financially speaking. But ...David hasn't taken my advice in a long time.
MARY BETH: Sir, they have their own way of looking at things. I think that kids have a hard time thinking about tomorrow.
SAMUELS: Well, ...so, I would have liked that too when I was their age. I know better now, the hard way!
MARY BETH: I know what you mean, sir.
SAMUELS: You always wish that your kids would learn from your mistakes. Right, Lacey?
MARY BETH: Yes, you do, sir.
SAMUELS: Well, don't admit they're wrong!
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
SAMUELS: (as he admires the bear) Thanks, Lacey.
MARY BETH: Any time, sir. (as she turns in the doorway) Very cute.
SAMUELS: See ya, Lacey.
(Mary Beth is up removing wall paper)
HARVEY: (about the wall paper) Aged people sure do like flowers, eh?
MARY BETH: Looks like this poor Sorority girl died in some kind of stupid hazing accident.
HARVEY: Kids do crazy things trying to become adults. It's not their fault, babe.
MARY BETH: If it's not due to her, whose fault is it then?
HARVEY: Modern civilisation. The indians had the right idea. They had these big tribal rites of passage from childhood to adulthood. I mean, what do kids have nowadays to prove they've grown up? First drink. First sex. I mean, all they have is breaking the rules.
MARY BETH: Yeah, well, what do they have for an example? Nobody wants to be grown up. Nobody wants responsibility. Nobody wants it. Lay down any rules or setting standards. Half the kids in Harvey Jr.'s class have parents who wear the same jeans they do.
HARVEY: Yeah, well, maybe they just wanna look young.
MARY BETH: Maybe they don't wanna be the adults! We're talking about taking responsibility here. Our kids are gonna be different.
[Corridor outside Chris's loft]
(Chris comes along and slows down when she sees a large bowl of roses outside her door. She picks them up)
CHRISTINE: Oh. (she reads the card and then looks surprised and very disappointed. She goes and knocks at Tony Stantinopolis's door. He opens the door) These roses were delivered to me by mistake.
TONY STANTINOPOLIS: Thank you.
CHRISTINE: Mm hm. (to herself) I'm all confused. ...Like Daniels.
(she goes into her own loft and slams the door. Tony looks confused)
(she is laying on the bed in a dressing gown watching TV. There is knock at the door. She switches off the TV, checks through the spy hole)
CHRISTINE: Oo. (she switches on the light and opens the door. Tony is standing there with a bottle, two glasses, a couple of flowers, a box and a French loaf)
TONY STANTINOPOLIS: When in doubt, eat. Can I come in?
CHRISTINE: Who's in doubt?
TONY STANTINOPOLIS: (indicating the box) The cheese is from Yamaguchi's around the corner. It's a killer. I warmed up the bread.
CHRISTINE: (taking one of the flowers) All right. Just for a few minutes.
TONY STANTINOPOLIS: Sure? Our personal lives are two-four. I thought we had a real head start by now. Friendship.
CHRISTINE: I feel like a jerk. Especially after I read that card.
TONY STANTINOPOLIS: It's not all your fault. I told you I liked black silk.
CHRISTINE: Believe me, I thought you meant on women. Well, you did say all the good men are either married or gay!
TONY STANTINOPOLIS: Would things be better if I wore an earring and tighter pants?
TONY STANTINOPOLIS: It's settled then. I'm going shopping tomorrow. But it's gonna be up to you to explain my new look down at the gym.
CHRISTINE: Why do you have to be so attractive? (he hands over a plate of bread and cheese he has been preparing) What's that? My consolation prize.
TONY STANTINOPOLIS: This way we don't have to wonder whether or not you still respect me in the morning.
CHRISTINE: It would have been so convenient too. You know.
TONY STANTINOPOLIS: Mm. Yeah. I know. It could have saved all that stuff. Coition on tap.
CHRISTINE: This cheese is fantastic. Not as good as sex though.
TONY STANTINOPOLIS: For me, instead of, at the moment.
CHRISTINE: Oh, you mean, not since...
TONY STANTINOPOLIS: ...coming out.
CHRISTINE: No. Well, ...sorry.
TONY STANTINOPOLIS: No, I'm sorry I disappointed you.
TONY STANTINOPOLIS: I hope you'll forgive that. Friends are so hard to find. Especially ...gorgeous blondes are so special.
CHRISTINE: That's the truth of it. Right?
TONY STANTINOPOLIS: From the heart. (putting his hand on hers) Friends?
CHRISTINE: That's it, huh?
TONY STANTINOPOLIS: Yeah, that's it.
CHRISTINE: (shaking his hand) Friends.
(Harvey Jr. is doing his homework)
MARY BETH: (having got up for a glass of cola) Burning the midnight oil, huh?
HARVEY JR.: I've gotta do a report on Romeo and Juliet.
MARY BETH: Oh yeah? What do you think of it?
HARVEY JR.: The ending's a real downer.
MARY BETH: I've been going over the brochure from that college. They have four different classes on Shakespeare alone.
HARVEY JR.: Yeah. Mum, I told you I don't want to go to college.
MARY BETH: I do. I was thinking about going back.
HARVEY JR.: You wanna go back to school?!
MARY BETH: Yeah. I've been thinking about it for quite some time.
HARVEY JR.: I didn't know that.
MARY BETH: Well, there's a lot of things that you and I haven't talked about. The other night when I came home for instance.
HARVEY JR.: Yeah. Er, Dad already talked to me about that... About being responsible.
MARY BETH: Good. Your father is right. Contraception is very important. If you care enough about a girl to make love with her, you should also care enough to keep safe. ...You're a very handsome young man, Harvey, you know that. Young girls a very vulnerable to young men like yourself.
HARVEY JR.: Mum,...
MARY BETH: I know what I'm talking about here, Harve. Before I met your father I got pregnant. ...You were almost not my firstborn, kiddo. ...I was nineteen. ...And I was in love. I thought he loved me too, but I was wrong. That's why I decided not to have it.
HARVEY JR.: Mum,...
MARY BETH: Having sex is not just ...your bodies being close. It's feelings too. That's the hard part. Even for grown-ups. And if you're not ready for that part, you can be very hurt. I'm not gonna tell you that having sex is wrong. Even when you're so young, ...but I have to tell ya. I wish I would have waited. ...Don't stay up too late, baby.
(she kisses him on the forehead and turns to go back to bed)
HARVEY JR.: Mum. Was he very handsome?
MARY BETH: I thought so.
[Sorority House entrance hall]
(Mrs. Tulloch opens the door)
CHRISTINE: (walking straight in and handing over a document) Search warrant.
MARY BETH: We'll start in Miss. Wayne's room. Come on ladies, let's go.
[Patti Wayne's room]
(other girls are gathered inside the door)
MARY BETH: Feeling any better, Miss. Wayne?
PATTI WAYNE: I'm OK.
MARY BETH: Are you sure, because you're very pale? (to everybody in general) Of course it's hard to get any colour in weather like this, huh? Even having that nice sunroof and all.
JANE RASMUSSEN: I don't know what you'll think you'll find.
CHRISTINE: Evidence. We believe there's a crime been committed here. New York Penal Code one-two-oh point one-six prohibits hazing. Ever since the Fraternity death in nineteen eighty-two upstate, or didn't they teach you that in Pre-Law? (no reply) Well, that's too bad. Because Jamie Lee McHenry might still be alive today.
MARY BETH: What about you, Miss. Wayne? You know what we're talking about, don't you?
CHRISTINE: Mrs. Tulloch, I don't think that your girls understand that we could file charges against every single one of them.
JANE RASMUSSEN: I'd like to know what those charges are.
CHRISTINE: Reckless endangerment. Hindering prosecution. Conspiracy. For starters.
MARY BETH: I don't think that's gonna be necessary, Sergeant Cagney, because I think that Miss. Wayne and Miss. Price are gonna wanna do the right thing by their friend. (to Patti Wayne) She was your friend, wasn't she? I mean, you didn't mean for her to get hurt, did ya. You were her Big Sister. She depended on you. (Patti Wayne fights back a sob) She trusted you and looked up to you. Now you're lying about how she died. You're lying! Don't you owe her better than that, Patti?!
PATTI WAYNE: (breaking down) I couldn't stop her!!
JANE RASMUSSEN: Patti!!
MARY BETH: (to Jane Rasmussen) Shut up!!
PATTI WAYNE: We didn't force her to go up there! She wanted to prove she could do it too.
MARY BETH: Do what?
PATTI WAYNE: Walk on the railing around the sunroof. All of the other girls did it.
SAMUELS: The DA's not gonna be pressing for charges of criminally negligent homicide.
CHRISTINE: So they get off with a slap on the wrist and a couple of years probation. And a few hundred hours of community service thrown in for good measure.
SAMUELS: Well, what do you think, Cagney. They should do hard time at Attica, huh?
CHRISTINE: I did not say that, Lieutenant. I would say their behaviour was careless and reckless.
SAMUELS: Well, I would say that too. But do you wanna tell me what kid hasn't acted that way. Including the girl who died. ...She could have said 'No'.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
MARY BETH: They lose their House. They've got records now. The girls that get kicked out of school, their lives will never be the same.
CHRISTINE: At least they're still alive.
MARY BETH: It's a cruel thing that kids put each other through, huh?
CHRISTINE: Mm. Every workplace has rookies.
MARY BETH: Yeah. Everybody wants to fit in somewhere.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, I was never cut out to be a rookie.
MARY BETH: Who is?
(Harvey Jr. and Tiffany Rinaldi are all dressed up for the Winter Carnival Ball. Harvey takes a photograph)
HARVEY: Oh, that was great, just great!
HARVEY JR.: Yeah. We better get down to the bus stop. All the other kids are gonna be there.
HARVEY: What you never heard of 'making an entrance'? You two, you're gonna be the best-looking couple at the whole shebang.
TIFFANY RINALDI: My big sister helped me take out my dress. She's twenty-one.
HARVEY: Yeah, it looks like something a twenty-one year old would wear.
TIFFANY RINALD: Thanks!
MARY BETH: Did you say you left Robert G. Donald's number?
HARVEY JR.: On the kitchen counter, Mum.
HARVEY: Yeah, (handing Harvey Jr. some money) That'll be a couple of beef burgers on Mum and me.
HARVEY JR.: Thank you, Dad.
TIFFANY RINALD: Thank you, Mrs. Lacey.
MARY BETH: Don't forget that phone call you promised us, young man.
HARVEY JR.: I won't forget, Mum.
MARY BETH: (embracing him) I love you, baby.
HARVEY JR.: I love you too, Mum.
MARY BETH: (waving them to go) Go ahead. Go on!
HARVEY JR.: Bye Mum. Bye Dad.
HARVEY: Yeah, have fun! (after the kids have gone, Mary Beth is looking rather emotional. Harvey gets her in a bear hug) Oh, Baby!
MARY BETH: What?! What?!!