[Precinct House front desk]
(Petrie, Isbecki, Corassa and Esposito are the desk. Coleman is holding an A6 sheet with sketches of a yellow animal's head facing a blue animal's head with a large number 8 underneath)
COLEMAN: What are you talking about? This is ten times better than it was last year!
CORASSA: What kind of shirt?
COLEMAN: Yellow pegs. Fifty percent cotton.
ESPOSITO: You need a hundred percent unless you don't sweat.
COLEMAN: With twelve-inch high letters and two, count 'em, two smiling wolverines!
ESPOSITO: Oh, come on, they look my sister Marie's cocker spaniel.
ISBECKI: You're talking Inter-Precinct competition here. We've gotta look fierce!
PETRIE: It's a psychological edge!
ISBECKI: Wolverines! Vicious! Fierce!!
COLEMAN: At three ninety-five a pop, do you wanna make me make 'em look like junior fashion!
ESPOSITO: I want you to call my cousin, Julio. (giving Coleman a card) For two seventy-nine he'll throw in the lettering.
ISBECKI: There you go!
(Isbecki and Esposito do high-fives before Esposito and Corassa leave)
CORASSA: There you go!
ISBECKI: (to Coleman) Julio! ...Julio.
(the duo comes in with a hand cuffed suspect)
CHRISTINE: (to Coleman, to book him) Domestic beating investigation. Jackson, Emmett.
EMMETT JACKSON: You wouldn't happen to have a cigarette, would ya? (Coleman stares at him) I guess you don't. (to Petrie) Hey brother, what about a pop?
(Petrie sees a jewelled cross around Jackson's neck)
CHRISTINE: Come on, Jackson, let's go.
EMMETT JACKSON: What are you, against nicotine or what?
CHRISTINE: Clean body. Clean mind. Come on Emmett.
(Petrie is stands there watching them take Jackson through)
[Detectives' Squad room]
EMMETT JACKSON: (as Chris pushes him towards her desk) Oh man, I could do with a drag.
CHRISTINE: Meanwhile you common law wife is in hospital looking as though she's been through a meat grinder.
EMMETT JACKSON: I told you what happened. I came home and found her like that.
EMMETT JACKSON: Must have been the mob.
MARY BETH: (pushing Jackson into a chair) You got those scraped knuckles banging on doors for help, huh?
EMMETT JACKSON: Oh, these? No!!! I was under a car!
MARY BETH: They said the noise started early this morning.
CHRISTINE: About the time you got home.
EMMETT JACKSON: My old lady and me, we were tidy. We got no cause for fighting.
MARY BETH: Come on, Mr. Jackson, you're wife gave you flack for staying out all night, didn't she?
CHRISTINE: That's right. You came home drunk, you argued and you beat the hell out of her.
EMMETT JACKSON: I told you what happened.
PETRIE: (coming up and giving Chris a file) This might help you.
EMMETT JACKSON: (to Petrie) Hey, have you got any cigarettes?
PETRIE: No, but you've got a cross.
EMMETT JACKSON: A nail.
PETRIE: A cross. Where did you get it?
EMMETT JACKSON: (fingering the cross on a chain around his neck) I bought it from a... I don't know. Around. Why?
PETRIE: I asked you a question. Where did you get it?
EMMETT JACKSON: I don't know.
PETRIE: Er, on a street?
EMMETT JACKSON: Yeah, on a street. Off some guy.
PETRIE: Damn it! Where did you get it?
EMMETT JACKSON: OK, so I got it from a lady friend who appreciates my company. (to Chris) Hey, what's with this guy?
(Petrie pulls Jackson out of the chair and wrestles with him. Everybody gathers round and Samuels comes out of his office)
SAMUELS: Hold it!! Detective Petrie!!! (Mary Beth bundles Jackson back into the chair) Detective Petrie!! In my office!! ...Now!!!
(Petrie goes to the office. Isbecki comes up)
EMMETT JACKSON: That slime bag. The man's crazy. Nobody talks to me like that.
CHRISTINE: Shut your mouth!
EMMETT JACKSON: I know my rights.
MARY BETH: (hauling Jackson to his feet) Get him out of here!
(Isbecki and other detectives bundle Jackson into the holding cell)
MARY BETH: You calm down!!!
PETRIE: (shouting) The man is lying, Lieutenant!! I know it! I request permission to proceed with an investigation, sir.
SAMUELS: I can't do that, Petrie. You know it. I'll put it through channels. Get it to the precinct that originally caught the case.
PETRIE: Oh, oh, yeah. The Two-Seven. A case that old. I'm sure they'll give a damn.
SAMUELS: I'll call the Squad Commander. Make sure they give it a real hard push.
PETRIE: Lieutenant, it's my sister's jewellery. I'd know it anywhere.
SAMUELS: Even after fourteen years?
PETRIE: Oh, sir, it had been my grandmother's.
SAMUELS: I can understand how you might feel here, Petrie. But why would the perp want to hold onto it ...all this time?
PETRIE: (banging on Samuels' desk) I want Jackson kept in custody!!!
SAMUELS: Cagney and Lacey's got him in here on a domestic beating. He's not going anywhere yet.
PETRIE: And if they can't make it stick?
SAMUELS: Well then he walks. That's the law!
(Petrie storms out. Seeing him leave the duo knocks and comes in)
MARY BETH: May we ask what that was about, sir?
SAMUELS: Petrie says the jewellery was his sister's.
MARY BETH: His sister?!
CHRISTINE: So? What's the big deal? Have her come in and identify it.
SAMUELS: Can't. She's dead. She was raped and murdered fourteen years ago.
MARY BETH: Does Petrie think it was Jackson?
CHRISTINE: We'll talk to his wife. See if we can press charges.
SAMUELS: Good! Yeah! See if you can hold on to him and keep an eye out on Petrie, will ya. I don't wanna see him get involved with this case.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
MARY BETH: Everything is practically set for the dinner.
MARY BETH: The Contractors Association dinner. I can go now because Muriel got over her cold, so at least we've got a babysitter. I mean, with all the business contacts that are gonna be there, it's not that we can afford to miss the thing. Harvey has not rented his tuxedo yet. I mean, you couldn't believe it nowadays. All the different choices they've got. You know, they've got double-breasted and they've got single-breasted. They've got ...fiesta blue, flamenco red. They've got pewter cummerbunds, red cummerbunds. (her voice begins to break up) Wing-collared shirts, silk-collared shirts,...
(Mary Beth stops with her hand to her head)
CHRISTINE: Come on.
MARY BETH: Imagine Petrie carrying around that kind of pain.
CHRISTINE: It's a long time since it was investigated and we wouldn't stand a chance. Not one.
MARY BETH: If we wanna keep Jackson from walking, we'd better makes these charges stick.
(the duo and her father are round the bed of Brenda Harris, Jackson's common law wife)
CHRISTINE: Miss. Harris, you've been living with Emmett Jackson for what, seven years now? According to our records you've been hospitalised four times in the past three years.
MR. HARRIS: Twice this year alone. Once with a broken collarbone and once with a jaw, set and wired.
MARY BETH: For your well-being, Miss. Harris, you have to press charges on this one.
MR. HARRIS: Brenda, there's room for you. That man beat you up and you let him!
BRENDA HARRIS: He can't find work, so he gets drunk. He doesn't mean it.
MR. HARRIS: One of these days he's gonna kill you.
BRENDA HARRIS: Father, please.
MARY BETH: (getting out a card) If you change your mind, Miss. Harris. (Brenda Harris turns head away. Mary Beth puts the card down) If you change your mind, the number's on the card.
MR. HARRIS: I'm sorry.
CHRISTINE: You're not the only one.
PETRIE: (coming up) How did things go in there?
MARY BETH: We're doing what we can.
PETRIE: In other words, she wouldn't press charges.
CHRISTINE: There's still time.
PETRIE: All of twenty-four hours. And if he walks, he'll go as far as his legs will take him.
CHRISTINE: Well, her father's in there talking with her. We'll hoping he'll change her mind.
MARY BETH: Marcus, about your sister.
PETRIE: Yeah, I know. I know. I know. Look, let me try talking to the woman. ...It's worth a shot!
CHRISTINE: Petrie, you know better than that.
PETRIE: Are you ordering me to leave, Sergeant?
CHRISTINE: We're doing everything possible to nail him.
PETRIE: I want the man on murder!
MARY BETH: Right now all we have is assault.
CHRISTINE: Petrie, let us handle this case.
PETRIE: Don't screw it up.
[Hospital car park]
MARY BETH: I don't know, Chris. Maybe we should have let him have a crack at her.
CHRISTINE: It's a waste of time. His emotions are in the way. (coming up to a flower seller) Hey look, Mary Beth! (taking a bunch) What do you think? Pretty, huh?
MARY BETH: Very impressive.
CHRISTINE: (handing her the bunch) Hold this. It'll look great on my coffee table. Right next to my big book of impressive paintings.
MARY BETH: I don't like to pry, Christine, but are you having O'Brien over for dinner?
CHRISTINE: I am. And I figure if he stays over for a nightcap, the least I can do is jazz up the joint a little.
MARY BETH: Harve and I both. We think he's a good writer. All those mean streets and dark alleys. Sweaty backroom bars. Makes you feel like you're there. And that picture of him on top of the column. He looks like a very handsome man.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, there are times, however infrequent, when I tend to trust to my luck.
MARY BETH: I never said you couldn't!
O'BRIEN: Oh, the night air. The City's just beginning to come alive. Midnight's the witching hour. It's my favourite time.
CHRISTINE: I read that piece of rhyme. The interview with the ladies of the evening in the all-night diner.
O'BRIEN: Did you now!
O'BRIEN: Habitués of the bars. Shopping bag ladies. They know the City best with all its warts and cracks.
CHRISTINE: And the people that fall through them. I thought it was too sentimental. (they laugh. He takes a swig from a hip flask) Not on the street! I happen to be an officer-of-the-law!
O'BRIEN: I can't get away with anything, can I?
CHRISTINE: I didn't say that.
O'BRIEN: Refreshing is what you are, Christine Cagney. You are an original!
CHRISTINE: One of a kind!
O'BRIEN: I would say so. (turning and taking her by the arms) I would say so. Sit. (he sits her down on a bench) You intrigue me, Cagney. (he sits down beside her) So full of contradictions. You're corduroy. ...You're velvet.
CHRISTINE: You should see me in my plaid skirts and patent leather shoes.
O'BRIEN: Catholic girls, just like angels.
CHRISTINE: Ha. (he props his head on his hand, sighs and looks hard at her) What's the matter?
O'BRIEN: It's too bad that I stopped writing sonnets thirty years ago.
O'BRIEN: Well, I'd compose some lines to Cagney's charms. ...Soft hair. ...Full mouth.
CHRISTINE: Flattery runs in my family too.
O'BRIEN: (touching her on the shoulder) I should sprinkle stardust on your shoulder.
CHRISTINE: Maybe it's best you gave up sonnet writing!
(they laugh. he strokes her cheek)
O'BRIEN: I have an idea.
O'BRIEN: Harrigan's is just a block away. Let's get a nightcap. And then there's a store of stories to swap.
CHRISTINE: I have a better idea. Why don't we have the nightcap at my place?
O'BRIEN: Another time. (they get up) Another time. For now we walk the streets (singing) broad and narrow. Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive O.
CHRISTINE/O'BRIEN: (singing) Alive, alive O! Alive, alive O! Singing cockles and mussels, alive, alive O!
[Detectives' Squad room]
CHRISTINE: (coming back to her desk with a coffee) It's more like embalming fluid. Couldn't we spice it with coffee?!
MARY BETH: Did you have a nice time last night?
MARY BETH: How did O'Brien like the flowers?
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, it's just too early for Forty Questions. All right?! (as Mary Beth picks up the phone) We had a great time. We drank. We laughed. We talked our heads off. It couldn't have been better.
MARY BETH: If you say so, Chris.
CHRISTINE: I say so.
MARY BETH: (into phone) Detective Lacey, Fourteenth. ...I was trying you, sir.
CHRISTINE: (shouting across the room) Is there any tea over there?!
(Chris goes to the coffee table)
MARY BETH: (into phone) I see.
PETRIE: (coming up to Chris with a file) I take it you've seen this already?
CHRISTINE: Is that his file?
PETRIE: One sexual abuse charge after another. Dating all the way back to the Sixties. Rape. Attempted rape.
CHRISTINE: Marcus, you heard the Lieutenant's orders. Just trust us. OK?
PETRIE: I wanna know what you're doing about it!
CHRISTINE: We're trying to hold him.
MARY BETH: (into phone) Next time. ...Thanks.
(Mary Beth rings off. Chris sits back down)
CHRISTINE: (under her breath) What's wrong?
MARY BETH: That was Mr. Stolmeyer from the DA's Office. He's finished talking with Brenda Harris. She won't budge. (she looks round to see Petrie listening) We'll have to cut Emmett Jackson loose.
(they watch Petrie walk off)
[Precinct House front desk]
(Petrie is there. Coleman is giving Jackson back his possessions)
COLEMAN: One comb. One belt. One wallet with two dollars in it. (Coleman tips out the contents of an envelope. Petrie picks up the cross) Five yellow metal chains.
PETRIE: This is stolen property. I'm taking it.
EMMETT JACKSON: It's not stolen. It's mine.
(the duo comes in from the Squad room with Miss. Gutman, Jackson's lawyer)
EMMETT JACKSON: (to the duo) Do something, ladies. He's got my cross.
PETRIE: I have reason to believe it was obtained during a rape murder.
MISS. GUTMAN: Got any proof of that, Officer?
MARY BETH: It's an old investigation, Miss. Gutman. We're waiting to see if that jewellery shows up on the original case report down at the Two-Seven.
MISS. GUTMAN: You're waiting to see, but you're not certain.
MARY BETH: That's right.
PETRIE: I'm telling you. This piece is stolen!
MISS. GUTMAN: Then you prove it! In the meantime it belongs to Mr. Jackson!
(Petrie reluctantly gives up the cross)
EMMETT JACKSON: They ought to have you locked up. (to the duo) He's crazy.
PETRIE: You're dirty! And I'm gonna prove it!
MISS. GUTMAN: Look, Detective. You harass Mr. Jackson, I'll have you up before the Civilian Review Board so fast you won't even know what hit you. Do you hear me?!!!
MARY BETH: Miss. Gutman, half of New Jersey can hear you.
CHRISTINE: Charming! (to Petrie) Don't you do anything stupid.
(a blue Mustang pulls up outside The Golden Girl club. Petrie pulls up on the opposite side of the road. Jackson gets out of the Mustang and goes into the club. Petrie makes a note and waits)
[Detectives' Squad room]
CHRISTINE: (into phone) Hey, no, I understand. Fourteen years is a long time between cases. ...Right. ...Have a nice retirement. ...OK. ...Bye.
MARY BETH: (coming up) What happened then?
CHRISTINE: He didn't remember anything about a stolen cross. He did remember two things though. He said the girl had a kid brother who hounded them for months. Too broken up to let go.
MARY BETH: And?
CHRISTINE: And he remembers that the girl was messed up pretty badly. He got his years in and enjoyed his work.
MARY BETH: Like Emmett Jackson.
CHRISTINE: Could be.
MARY BETH: (answering her phone) Detective Lacey. ...Oh, hi ya, Muriel, how are you? ...That's good. ...Oh! ...Atlantic City, huh? ...A freebie, ah. ...No! ...No! You go ahead and have a ball, Muriel. ...No, we could get another babysitter. ...Muriel, I am sure. ...Enjoy the McGuire Sisters. (laughing out loud) Right! ...Good-bye, dear. (ringing off) Oh, my Lord.
CHRISTINE: Hey, look, maybe she'll get your daughter their autographs!
MARY BETH: This is not a joking matter, Christine. Do you have any idea what it is like to try and find a babysitter on short notice? It's like murder. That's what it's like. Harvey Jr.'s living in the library trying to finish his exam paper in three days. And... And Michael is too young to handle her yet. (Chris puts her finger under her nose and points to try and indicate to Mary Beth that Samuels has come up behind her) Harvey's so nervous about this dinner. Wait till he hears this. 'Mary Beth, if I told you once, I've told you a thousand times. You should always have a babysitter in the...
(she suddenly realises Samuels has come up)
SAMUELS: Police visitor, Lacey?
MARY BETH: Lieutenant, I didn't know you were there, sir.
SAMUELS: Here, have a cigar. You too, Cagney, have a cigar.
CHRISTINE: Oh, thank you, Lieutenant. Actually, I'm trying to cut back.
SAMUELS: Well, you give it to a friend and you tell him that your Lieutenant is going to be a grandfather!
MARY BETH: Oh, that is wonderful, sir! (shaking his hand) Congratulations.
SAMUELS: Thank you.
MARY BETH: Your son must be thrilled.
SAMUELS: Almost as much as his old man! (Samuels goes round distributing cigars) Isbecki, here you go! One for your dessert and one for Petrie.
ISBECKI: Oh, thank you, sir. Congratulations.
SAMUELS: Where is Petrie anyway?
SAMUELS: Your partner. He forgot to sign last month's activities report.
ISBECKI: Oh, he's just made a run to the drugstore, sir. He'll be back in a minute.
ISBECKI: Yeah. (pointing to the takeout) Well, you see we just had a takeout from Madam Ching's, sir, and it managed to whip him up, if you know what I mean.
SAMUELS: Never mind that, Isbecki. Will you just make sure he signs last month's report.
(Isbecki thinks twice about having any more of Madam Ching's takeout)
(it is dark. Emmett Jackson comes up to the Mustang and opens the car door. Petrie comes up behind him and kicks the door shut. They wrestle for a moment and Petrie pushes Jackson against the car)
PETRIE: You did it, didn't you?
EMMETT JACKSON: I don't know what you're talking about.
PETRIE: You know. You know and I know.
EMMETT JACKSON: You've gotta be more specific to me, man.
(Petrie handles the cross round Jackson's on the chain round Jackson's neck and then rips it off)
(Chris is doing her hair)
MARY BETH: I tell you, Christine, last night we were at our wits' end with this babysitting thing. So I called Babs from three houses down to see if she could recommend somebody and she offered to do it herself. How's that for a lifesaver?
MARY BETH: Well, really her name is Barbara, but she said I could call her Babs.
CHRISTINE: Maybe I should just let my hair grow out.
MARY BETH: I was so moved I felt like bursting into tears.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, what do you think of those shaggy perms?
MARY BETH: I don't know. I always thought that you had to live in the same building with somebody for them to treat you like a neighbour, but what do I know, eh?
CHRISTINE: (throwing her comb down) You know. To hell with it! It's not me, it's him!! Then we went up my place. Right? Candlelight. My best brandy. Johnny Mathis on the radio. I got him so sloshed he could barely walk. Then I told him the elevator wasn't working. I damned near locked him inside the place, Mary Beth, and he goes home anyway.
CHRISTINE: Fallen out with O'Brien again?
CHRISTINE: What makes you say that?
MARY BETH: I don't know? Wild guess. ...Christine. You are an attractive, intelligent woman. If Cupid is taking his time here, it's certainly not you.
CHRISTINE: Oh yeah.
MARY BETH: I heard this morning on Talk Radio that thirty-five percent of all the single men in the City of New York are gay. Thirty-five percent...
CHRISTINE: The man is not gay, Mary Beth!
MARY BETH: Are you sure?
CHRISTINE: Trust me. There are certain things that a ...woman of experience knows. ...So, why did he take me out in the first place?!
MARY BETH: Well, ...maybe he wants to be your friend.
CHRISTINE: I got enough friends, thank you.
MARY BETH: You know, come to think of it, Christine, a curly perm is very good on you.
CHRISTINE: You think so?!
(Mary Beth leaves. Chris looks confused)
ISBECKI: So, did you turn up anything down town?
PETRIE: Not much.
ISBECKI: So what about now? What do you do now?
PETRIE: Now we do our shift.
ISBECKI: (taking down a basketball from the top of his locker) Hey, I was thinking of shooting some hoops after work. Wanna come?
PETRIE: No. ...Thank you.
ISBECKI: Listen, Marcus, I may be out of line saying this, but I think you're walking a tightrope here. I can only cover for you so many times before the Lieutenant wises up.
PETRIE: You're right, Victor. You are out of line.
[Detectives' Squad room]
(Mary Beth sees Petrie come in)
MARY BETH: (to Chris at the coffee table) Chris, I maybe got something here. April to September nineteen seventy-two, Jackson worked in a restaurant, Clarkson Road. Just a couple of blocks from where Laurie Petrie lived.
CHRISTINE: What's that gonna get us?
MARY BETH: Maybe they had time cards or pay stubs. Something to check his movements on the day of the murder.
CHRISTINE: Timecards, fourteen years later?!
MARY BETH: Have you got another lead, Sergeant? The most it can cost us is a trip to Brooklyn.
SAMUELS: Cagney! Lacey! In here, please.
SAMUELS: Close the door. There's an apparent homicide, over there on Avenue A. I want you two on top of it.
CHRISTINE: (taking the crime sheet) On our way, Lieutenant.
SAMUELS: The victim's been ID'ed as one, Emmett Jackson.
MARY BETH: Petrie's Emmett Jackson?
SAMUELS: Right. So I want this handled quietly and I want it handled quickly. I want you to check the bastard's every move. Let me know what you find out.
[Alley off Avenue A]
CHRISTINE: What was the last time that you saw him then?
BRENDA HARRIS: Well, last night, before I went to work,...
MARY BETH: What time was that?
BRENDA HARRIS: Seven. Seven-thirty.
CHRISTINE: And you just got home an hour ago?
BRENDA HARRIS: Look, you can check at the market. I worked a double-shift last night. What with Emmett out of work, somebody has to pay the bills.
MARY BETH: Miss. Harris, when you got back from the hospital, he started hitting you again, didn't he?
BRENDA HARRIS: No.
MARY BETH: He was jumping to get rough on you again, wasn't he?
CHRISTINE: Look, we know how it can be.
MARY BETH: A person can only take so much.
CHRISTINE: Nobody's going to blame you for defending yourself, Miss. Harris. I tell you, some people...
BRENDA HARRIS: You're talking about my husband. You know, instead of running him down, why don't you go and find the cop who killed him?
CHRISTINE: Who are you talking about?
BRENDA HARRIS: Emmett said some spade cop jumped him at the police station. He said he was crazy. He followed him all day. He's the one you want. Why don't you go after him?
MARY BETH: You watch your mouth, lady! That's a hell of an accusation. You better be able to back it up!
[Detectives' Squad room]
(Petrie is at a filing cabinet. Esposito has a newspaper. Isbecki, Corassa and another detective are gathered round)
DETECTIVE: Did you hear about that armpit that bought it over on Avenue A?
CORASSA: Somebody did say they did the world a favour, let me tell ya.
ESPOSITO: Yeah. They're calling it murder but I'd call it street cleaning.
CORASSA: Somebody doing him a favour from facing justice.
PETRIE: You gentlemen think I did it?
ISBECKI: No. Come on, Marcus, nobody here is saying...
ESPOSITO: Hey! What we're saying is, whoever did do it, deserves a medal.
ISBECKI: OK, guys! Give the man some air. Right! (the group breaks up. To Petrie) Hey, don't mind them. It's their way of showing you they're behind you. So am I.
PETRIE: After all the years we've been partners, you really think I could do something like this?
ISBECKI: Come on, Marcus, I could understand anything. Hey, whatever the case, I'll go to the Mayor for you.
PETRIE: Victor, do you have any idea what you're saying?
ISBECKI: No, I don't. I...
(Petrie walks away)
CHRISTINE: Preliminary report places the time of death around ten PM from a blow to the back of the head with a heavy instrument.
MARY BETH: Probably a tyre iron from the shape of the wound.
SAMUELS: What about the wife?
CHRISTINE: A cyclical relationship. He'd beat her up, and she'd come back for more.
SAMUELS: She got an alibi?
MARY BETH: Yes sir. Airtight.
SAMUELS: And her allegations about the black officer. Has she got anything to support them?
CHRISTINE: Not a thing. Except the word of the deceased which, considering the source, doesn't mean much.
SAMUELS: And that's all?
MARY BETH: Actually sir, there is... There's more. On the list of Jackson's personal effects, they didn't list the cross, sir.
CHRISTINE: Lieutenant, Jackson is not stupid. The thing is hot, and naturally he's gonna want to dump it!
SAMUELS: Ah ha. (to Mary Beth) Have you got anything else?
(Mary Beth shakes her head)
CHRISTINE: Look, Petrie wouldn't walk against the light. He's as by-the-book as they come.
SAMUELS: We've been down this road before, Cagney. People can be full of surprises!
CHRISTINE: Not Petrie.
SAMUELS: I'm not making any assumptions here. All right? We've got a job to do, so let's do it. We don't have to think about it. We don't have to like it. We've just gotta do it! And that's all. Petrie's got some personal days coming so I'll tell him to take some time off until this thing blows over. All right.
[Detectives' Squad room]
(there is a commotion as the T-shirts for the Inter-Precinct competition are handed out. the noise stops as Chris comes up)
CHRISTINE: Petrie. The Lieutenant wants to see you.
[Precinct House yard]
(the duo comes out)
MARY BETH: Harvey finally decided on the blue, with ruffles down the buttons. ...Tuxedo for the dinner. ...He's got a blue shirt with a fluffy front. He looks very handsome. ...I bet you O'Brien calls you today. I mean, two nights already this week. He'll call you.
CHRISTINE: Yeah, maybe.
MARY BETH: All right, Christine, do want to let me have it? You don't think I should have mentioned the cross. Right?
CHRISTINE: Actually it would be nice if you gave Petrie a little benefit of the doubt here. You know him as well as I do. He's got too good a cop to lose.
(they get into the Squad car)
MARY BETH: Anybody can lose it, given the right situation. All I know is that if anybody laid a finger on one of my kids, I don't like to think about what I would do.
CLAUDIA: Mary Beth, what is this about?
MARY BETH: I take it you know about the man with the cross.
CLAUDIA: Yes, I know.
CHRISTINE: He was found murdered this morning.
CLAUDIA: And you think... Look, there's no way Marcus could have done that!
CHRISTINE: We'd like to prove it.
CLAUDIA: Who are you kidding? You think you can gather evidence and grab yourselves a nice little collar.
CHRISTINE: That isn't fair, Claudia.
CLAUDIA: Well, you work with him. You know what kind of man he is. How can you even suspect him of something like this?
MARY BETH: How do you feel about Emmett Jackson?
CLAUDIA: How do you expect him to feel? How would you feel if it was your sister?
MARY BETH: I'm sorry, Claudia. This is not pleasant for any of us.
CLAUDIA: With friends like you, he's already convicted.
PETRIE: I thought I could have avoided this. At least until I could do something myself.
MARY BETH: We're doing our job, Marcus.
PETRIE: I don't wanna hear it, OK?!
CHRISTINE: If the situation were reversed, how do think you'd feel doing it by the book?
PETRIE: Well, I'm here.
MARY BETH: Why were you tailing Emmett Jackson yesterday?
PETRIE: I don't know. Maybe I thought I could catch him at something.
CHRISTINE: Where did you follow him to?
PETRIE: All over. First a pool hall in the West Side. Then a club around Delancey.
CHRISTINE: And then.
PETRIE: Then I followed him home.
MARY BETH: And?
PETRIE: And I talked to him. That's all.
CHRISTINE: Petrie, we know the cross is missing.
PETRIE: My grandmother gave that cross to Laurie. It belongs in the family. He was alive when we finished talking.
CHRISTINE: What time did you leave him?
PETRIE: Nine-thirty, ten, something like that.
MARY BETH: Then where did you go?
PETRIE: I just drove around.
CHRISTINE: Did you go to any bars or clubs? Any place where someone might have remembered you.
MARY BETH: Anywhere, anybody?
PETRIE: I didn't know I'd need an alibi. I'm going home ...to be with my family. ...If there isn't anything else.
CHRISTINE: Yeah. There's one more thing. We'd like to have a look in your car.
PETRIE: What are you looking for, Cagney? Evidence? Murder weapons? ...Another body?
MARY BETH: How about it?
PETRIE: You got a search warrant?!
CHRISTINE: No. Do we need one?
PETRIE: No. You won't find anything. I just said I didn't do it, because I'm too good a cop.
(he points to his car outside)
SAMUELS: What about the tyre iron? Did you drop it off at the lab?
CHRISTINE: It's clean.
SAMUELS: There could be lots of other blunt instruments.
MARY BETH: There are an awful lot of suspects, sir.
SAMUELS: Well, I wanna see some action on this thing, and quickly! I can't keep stalling IAD!
(there is knock at the door. The detective that was with Isbecki, Corassa and Esposito sticks his head in the door)
SAMUELS: Yeah, what?!!!
DETECTIVE: Excuse me, sir.
DETECTIVE: Emergency call for Lacey. Line four.
SAMUELS: (as Mary Beth goes to leave) No, no, Lacey, you can take it in here.
MARY BETH: Thank you. (into phone) Detective Lacey. ...Oh, hi ya, Babs, how are you? ...Well, truthfully I'm a little tied up right now. ...You can't!! ...Ah ha. ...Ah ha. ...Well, don't worry, we'll find somebody else. ...Hey, thanks for trying. ...Thanks a lot. ...Bye. Bye there. (ringing off) I'm sorry, sir.
SAMUELS: Everything OK?
MARY BETH: Yes sir. Well, no sir. My husband has a very important dinner engagement tomorrow night. And my mother-in-law was supposed to look after baby Alice, but then she won this free trip to Atlantic City, sir. And it's er, really not that important now.
SAMUELS: OK, let's get back to work.
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
SAMUELS: Other suspects, you were saying?
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
CHRISTINE: Yes, we'll get on that, Lieutenant.
(as they go out, Mary Beth turns to go back to Samuels. Chris escorts her away)
[Precinct House front desk]
CHRISTINE: Tomorrow is a whole day away, Mary Beth. I'm sure there's somebody that you can get. (she looks through the messages and gives some to Mary Beth) Don't you look at me like that. I have a date. ...That is if O'Brien ever calls. Hey, Coleman, are there any other messages for me?
COLEMAN: If somebody wanted to reach out and touch you, you'd be the first to know. Have a T-shirt.
(he gives one to each of them)
CHRISTINE: I guess Esposito's cousin paid off, eh, Coleman?
MARY BETH: Sergeant Coleman, you wouldn't happen to know any babysitters, would you?
COLEMAN: Yeah, my next door neighbour, Jakina.
CHRISTINE: (to Mary Beth) Jakina.
MARY BETH: Is she reliable.
COLEMAN: She's a nice girl. Shouldn't be any problems. I'll ask her.
MARY BETH: (shaking his hand) Sergeant, your a lifesaver. (to Chris) A lifesaver, that what he is.
(she comes home, puts her handbag and a newspaper down and switches on the answer-phone)
DAVID KEELER: (on answer-phone) Hello, Chris. Just calling to say 'Hi' from poolside, here in far off LA. After all, an ACLU lawyer's life is not just serving the downtrodden. Bye.
(he rings off)
O'BRIEN: (on answer-phone) Chris. O'Brien here. I was just wanted to say... Well, what can I say? I was gonna say 'Thank you' but that wouldn't exactly suffice. I could say 'I'm sorry' but that would probably be too easy. What I really wanted to say is that I hoped this doesn't mean that we had to stop ...seeing each other. Chris...
(he rings off)
CHARLIE: (on answer-phone) I'm calling you, my Sergeant Detective daughter, the celebrity. Hey, this is your sober dad calling to congratulate you. I take you've seen the paper's already. I bought it off a newsstand in the City. Hey look, Chrissie, next time would you please tell me in advance to save me a cardiac.
(he rings off. She picks up the newspaper and looks at it)
[Precinct house front desk]
(there is a hubbub. Isbecki, Esposito and Josie, the bag lady, all have copies of the newspaper. Chris walks straight through ignoring all remarks including 'We have a real celebrity')
(Mary Beth is sitting with the newspaper)
MARY BETH: (reading) 'She calls herself a pistol-packing momma'.
CHRISTINE: (striding back and forth.) I just can't believe he did this! I just can't believe he did it!!! Damn it.
MARY BETH: (still reading) 'She is a mass of contradictions. A superior officer who loves to be one of the guys'...
CHRISTINE: He... I pour my guts out to that creep and he spills it all over the piece. Oh God, I'd like to kick him!!!
(she kicks a WC door)
MARY BETH: All right. (continuing to read) ...'Her eyes become alive and incandescent and incredibly blue'.
CHRISTINE: Incandescent?!! I didn't see that.
(she takes the newspaper)
MARY BETH: It could have been a lot worse, Christine. It wasn't like he used your name or anything. Right?
CHRISTINE: (flinging the newspaper back to Mary Beth) Mary Beth, everybody knows who we're talking about!!
MARY BETH: Well, you have nothing to be ashamed of here. To tell you the truth there's been a kind of flattery.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, that is not the point. He used me! ...Boy. there's always something underneath, isn't there? Just when you get to know somebody, I mean really know them, it turns out you never new 'em at all.
MARY BETH: Yeah. People are funny that way.
(she hands Chris back the newspaper)
CHRISTINE: Well, looks like I'm gonna be free. Do you still want a sitter?
MARY BETH: Thank you, Christine.
MARY BETH: That's OK. Sergeant Coleman has me all fixed up.
CHRISTINE: Good. ...A lifesaver. I just want a hole in his head.
PETRIE: Cagney and Lacey have suddenly been nosing around me. I couldn't feel more like a suspect. And Victor,...
CLAUDIA: This isn't helping, honey.
PETRIE: Victor thinks he understands me now. 'Come on, Marcus. We're all murderers under the skin. A little private snuffing isn't gonna hurt anybody'.
CLAUDIA: He's just trying to be on your side. He's trying to understand.
PETRIE: What?!!! That I'm the Knight Avenger? Some vigilante clubbing people to death. If I hate somebody, I...
CLAUDIA: Tell me you didn't hate him enough. In your head you wanted Jackson dead. I know you did.
PETRIE: You think I did it too.
CLAUDIA: He killed your sister, Marcus! Anybody would have wanted to.
PETRIE: Do you think I cracked that man's head open?
CLAUDIA: If you tell me you didn't, you didn't. But if somewhere deep inside you didn't wanna kill that man, then something's wrong with you.
PETRIE: Claudia, do you think that I could have done something like that?
CLAUDIA: Don't you?
[Detectives' Squad room]
MARY BETH: But you said you talked to her! You said that she had agreed to do it.
COLEMAN: Lacey, what can I say? Her computer was down. It forgot to show her that she had got moved up because of the garbage on Sunday night. It just goes to show you should have somebody in the book then. (Chris is looking at the newspaper) Real nice coverage there, Cagney.
MARY BETH: Do you realise what this means? I already let, Christine off the hook. And now she has made other plans. (Chris looks worried) If I can't find another babysitter, I can't go to the dinner! If I can't go to the dinner...
SAMUELS: (who has come up behind her again) Lacey!
COLEMAN: ...Harvey will never forgive me.
(Chris is waving, trying to attract Mary Beth's attention)
(Mary Beth rants on. Coleman tries to stop her)
SAMUELS: Damn it, Lacey!! Enough already!!! I'll do it!
MARY BETH: Do it? Do what, sir?
SAMUELS: Baby-sit, if that's what it takes to get you back to work.
MARY BETH: Oh, no sir. I wouldn't dream of it.
SAMUELS: Hey, I got a grandchild coming! I could use the practice, OK?
MARY BETH: Oh sir. Oh, this is way too much to ask of you, sir.
SAMUELS: So, what do you think? I'm not capable, huh? Hey, I had a baby. I've seen a naked kush before. Just gimme the address and I'll be there. Now if you and the pistol packing momma over there don't mind, could you please get back to work on this homicide investigation now?!!
MARY BETH: Yes sir!!
(Mr. Harris is sweeping up outside a shop)
MR. HARRIS: Seven years I watched him ruin Brenda's life. Lying to her. Leeching off of her. Beating the sense out of her. All the prayers in the world couldn't keep her away from him.
MARY BETH: It must have been terrible seeing your daughter go through that.
MR. HARRIS: Mm hm.
CHRISTINE: I'd imagine you'd have done anything to stop it.
MR. HARRIS: Oh, I wanted more than just to stop him, I wanted to make him suffer. But I figured that the Good Lord would get round to that sooner or later.
MARY BETH: And as it turned out, sir, it was sooner.
MR. HARRIS: Er, you're wasting your time, Officers. I got plenty of regulars who will tell you I was clearing trash all night.
CHRISTINE: What time do you close, Mr. Harris?
MR. HARRIS: Round midnight. Maybe half past. You think I killed that man, don't you?
MARY BETH: You had every reason to.
MR. HARRIS: Oh, look around you, ladies. In this neighbourhood people don't need a reason to commit murder. Emmett could have been killed for his shoes.
(he goes into the shop)
[Precinct House front desk]
(the duo returns)
CHRISTINE: So it wasn't the father. It wasn't the daughter.
MARY BETH: Which puts us right back where we were before.
COLEMAN: Hey, Cagney! I've got an ME's report for you.
MARY BETH: The Jackson homicide?
(Coleman follows the duo)
[Detectives' Squad room]
(Isbecki, Corassa and Esposito are gathered round Cagney's desk)
CHRISTINE: What is this?
ISBECKI: We heard the report's here.
CHRISTINE: (reading from the report) 'Hair fibres and blood particles discovered in the victim's fingernails. Blood type O.
ESPOSITO: What type is Marcus?
ISBECKI: Geeze, I don't know.
COLEMAN: I'll check the personnel file.
CHRISTINE: Wait a minute, guys, don't bother. 'Hair fibres determined to have originated from a male Caucasian'.
CORASSA: All right!!! Return to Go, Marcus.
ISBECKI: I knew he couldn't have done it.
COLEMAN: Maybe now we can get back to being a team around here.
MARY BETH: Sure we can.
CHRISTINE: That's the end of it.
MARY BETH: Thank God. I've got a feeling we're not gonna find that missing cross either.
UNIFORMED OFFICER: Sergeant, you've got a visitor out front.
CHRISTINE: Thanks I'll be out in a minute.
(Chris picks up the phone)
MARY BETH: May I call him? (Chris gives her the receiver. Into phone) Claudia. ...It's Mary Beth Lacey. ...May I speak to Marcus please?
(Chris goes out front)
[Precinct House front desk]
(as Chris comes out, O'Brien gets up)
O'BRIEN: Hi. You got a minute to talk?
[Precinct House yard]
CHRISTINE: I trust you've got your acceptance speech all ready?
O'BRIEN: Of course, I never leave home without it.
CHRISTINE: Boy, you even saw me coming. You worked me like a bunko on a horse's chances.
CHRISTINE: You couldn't ask up front, could you? No, that's not your style.
O'BRIEN: Would you have consented if I had? ...Once in a while we all resort to our natural charm.
CHRISTINE: Well, it's different with me, pal. You see, it's is my work.
O'BRIEN: Well, it's mine too! I'm sorry if I hurt you. You're a cop, I'm a newshound. We both do what we have to do.
CHRISTINE: Fine. So you fill up your column, and I get taken for a ride. End of story.
O'BRIEN: Wait a minute.
O'BRIEN: Look, when I first met you, I was attracted. Not to the Squad commander. To you.
CHRISTINE: But you just couldn't resist the temptation to use me.
O'BRIEN: All right, Cagney, I'm a lowlife. I took advantage of you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for blowing your faith and your friendship. And I'll tell you something else. The hardest part about this whole thing was leaving you at the end of the night. God, that was hard. Cagney, you can say what you like about me, I got some scruples.
CHRISTINE: If you've finished your spiel, I'd like to get back to work.
O'BRIEN: What about tonight?
CHRISTINE: What about tonight?!
O'BRIEN: I've got two tickets for the Golden Gloves. One was yours.
CHRISTINE: Forget it, O'Brien, I've got other plans tonight.
O'BRIEN: Hey, I meant what I said about the mouth, he eyes and the stardust. (he puts the ticket in her pocket) Here. Just in case you change your mind.
CHRISTINE: Don't hold your breath.
(he takes a deep breath and walks off. She throws the ticket in a bin as she goes back in. After a short delay she comes back out and retrieves the ticket)