True Convictions
Original Airdate: January 29th, 1995

[The duo's office]

(Mary Beth comes in)
MARY BETH: You need a vacation! (holding the bag up) Vacations work wonders!!
(Chris starts to chortle as Mary Beth puts the bag on her desk)
CHRISTINE: What are you doing here?!!
MARY BETH: I thought I'd pick up my messages and my mail. I wanna hit the ground running in the morning. Open it. (Chris laughs as she takes the gift out) You know that weird feel thing when you just wanna check that you still have a job.
CHRISTINE: You still have a job, Mary Beth, but not until... Oh. (as she holds up the gift) Potholders. Oh, thank you! (looking at Mary Beth still in holiday gear) Oh, ...gosh. Why don't I take you folks out to dinner?
MARY BETH: Oh, Christine, I can't eat another restaurant meal. (pointing to the bag) There's more. Harvey discovered this A-list buffet right next to the motel, where you can eat for twelve ninety-nine.
CHRISTINE: Well, so don't eat. You can... (as she looks at the other gift) tell me ...all about... (she holds it a up and shakes it) ...your holiday in Pennsylvania. (it is a metalwork triangle of hearts with a small bell in each heart) I'm in the mood for listening.
MARY BETH: I'll crystallise it for ya. Alice was not too great in the car. (as Chris continues to play with the bells) Come over. Have supper with us.
CHRISTINE: (dropping the triangle on her desk) Nah. Nah, nothing ...comfortable and domestic tonight.
MARY BETH: What?
CHRISTINE: Oh, it's...
MARY BETH: What?
CHRISTINE: It's stupid. It's really stupid. (Mary Beth sits down, interested) I had a bank bond mature today, and it was the last one we held jointly. You know. Married, jointly. And I, er, I told you it was stupid.
MARY BETH: No. Hey. It's the little stuff that always clobbers you.
CHRISTINE: Mm. And I know it's for the best. Besides the damn thing only made four percent. (holding up the triangle) Oh. Oh! ...Thanks.
(she gives it another ring)

[Manhattan street outside Chris's apartment block]

(a couple is canoodling outside the front door)

[Hallway to Chris's apartment block]

(Chris comes in. To the doorman)
CHRISTINE: Hi, John! Love is in the air.
JOHN O'MEARS: Are they still at it out there?
CHRISTINE: Better out there than upstairs. I share a wall with that girl. Her taste in movies is real Tom Wade.
JOHN O'MEARS: You don't do it to Tom Wade. You do it to Whitney. Or Anita Baker!
CHRISTINE: You know, John, I'm sure there was a time when tenants knew absolutely nothing about their doorman's love life. Besides, everybody does it to Johnny Mathis.
JOHN O'MEARS: You're the boss, Miss. Cagney.
(two shots ring out and there is scream)
CHRISTINE: (to John) Get down!! (she draws her gun. She shouts back to John as she goes out into the street) Call nine-one-one! The guy's been shot!

[Manhattan street]

(on the pavement outside the boy from the couple is laying on the pavement with the girl kneeling over him. A man is running away. Chris gives chase)
CHRISTINE: Police! ...Police!! Out of the way!!!
(she bumps into a woman and stumbles)
PASSER-BY; I saw this guy.
CHRISTINE: Where?
PASSER-BY; (pointing) There!
(she chases on some way and realises she has lost him)
CHRISTINE: (looking to the heavens and shouting out loud) Damn it!!!

[Manhattan street outside Chris's apartment block]

(John puts his jacket over the boy's body. Chris comes back with the passer-by)
JOHN O'MEARS: He's a gonner.
CHRISTINE: This is a witness. John. Would you take him inside, please? Go on, right on inside. Thank you very much.
(Chris helps the girl to her feet)
DARCY WILEY: I'm all right. I'm OK.
CHRISTINE: I've got you.
DARCY WILEY: Get him up. I told John to get him up. He can't breathe like that. Get him up.
JOHN O'MEARS: (putting a blanket around the girl's shoulders) The ambulance will be here any minute.
CHRISTINE: (to John) Possible gang bang.
JOHN O'MEARS: Neighbourhood?
DARCY WILEY: Gabriel isn't in a gang! Help him!!!
CHRISTINE: Listen to me. We can't move him. All right. We can't move him. It'll just make things worse. Now the ambulance will be here any minute.
DARCY WILEY: Hold on!
(Chris hugs her. The girl starts sobbing)
CHRISTINE: We'll wait for the ambulance together. Now, you tell me about Gabriel.
DARCY WILEY: He's got an exam tomorrow. I told him to get an early night. I just met him last month.

[Hospital corridor]

(Chris comes in with a flower in a pot. She sees two men talking outside a room and goes over to them)
MATTHEW WILEY: Who's telling you?! I'm telling you!
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: She isn't a minor, sir. You don't have status.
CHRISTINE: Detective Moyer.
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: Hi, Lieutenant.
CHRISTINE: I was hoping to see Darcy.
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: So was I. This is her father.
CHRISTINE: Oh, Mr. Wiley. How is she?
MATTHEW WILEY: She was almost killed. She's traumatised.
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: I spoke with the doctor. She was in shock, but now she's stable and alert. I'm about to interview her.
CHRISTINE: Mr. Wiley, could I buy you some coffee. You must have been up all night.
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: From Connecticut.
MATTHEW WILEY: Are you with the police?
CHRISTINE: Yes. But I'm really a neighbour of Darcy's. That's the reason I'm here.
MATTHEW WILEY: Is this your case?
CHRISTINE: No.
MATTHEW WILEY: Then stay out of it.
CHRISTINE: Why don't we both stay out of it, Mr. Wiley, and let Detective Moyer do his job?
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: I won't be long.
CHRISTINE: It'll be OK.
MATTHEW WILEY: You don't know that. Don't talk about things you don't know.
(he walks away)

[Entrance hall of a court building]

(Chris comes in still holding the flower)
MARY BETH: Where were you?! I saw about the shooting on the news! I tried to call and I get nothing but machines!!
CHRISTINE: I dropped by the hospital.
MARY BETH: Well, you could have returned a message! Right there. In front of your own building.
CHRISTINE: I'm fine!! (holding her finger and thumb up) With that much luck I could have nailed the bastard. I guess we're late. Let's go.
MARY BETH: The precinct checking on the evidence?
CHRISTINE: Twice he fired the weapon so they've got that. Plus a half-decent description. Plus a perfect impression of the sole of his left shoe.
MARY BETH: Where was that?
CHRISTINE: In some excrement.
CHRISTINE: Excrement? Dog excrement?
CHRISTINE: God, I hope so.
(as they go toward a staircase, two television crews are running up. A couple with a crowd of reporters round are near the top)
TV REPORTER: Mr. Kapowitz.
JAN KAPOWITZ: We're not getting specific with our strategy. Let it play out in the courtroom.
CHRISTINE: (as they come up the stairs) That's our case.
MARY BETH: Yeah?
CHRISTINE: Yeah. The guy is Jan Kapowitz. He's the defendant's attorney. I don't know who the woman is.
GRACE POUND: I'm Raymond's aunt. I've known him since before he was born.
CHRISTINE: See, she's Raymond's aunt. Raymond Bolger is the accused.
GRACE POUND: The District Attorney's Office has gotta get tough now 'cos that's the way the world's going. They've gotta find someone to execute, that isn't rich, that isn't a black, or Spanish. or any colour than white. You know that's true.
JAN KAPOWITZ: Thank you, gentlemen and ladies. We're running late.
TV REPORTER: Do you have an opinion about Judge Brice?
JAN KAPOWITZ: Mind out, please.
CHRISTINE: Still drawing a crowd, eh, Mr. Kapowitz?
JAN KAPOWITZ: We don't have your resources of the District Attorney's Office. We have to do what we can.
CHRISTINE: Oh, well, that explains the white trash defence then.
GRACE POUND: (approaching Chris with an evil look on her face) Trash! Trash, you're the trash.
JAN KAPOWITZ: (shepherding her away) Don't you stoop to their level, Grace.
GRACE POUND: Relax. I didn't like her calling me trash.
MARY BETH: I got a nine-year old that controls her mouth better.
CHRISTINE: Oh, it's her first chance for the spotlight.
MARY BETH: I'm talking about you, Christine.

[Courtroom]

(the court is not yet in session)
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: (with a large white card with a photo on it) No, you've got this wrong. This is wrong.
CHRISTINE: Morning.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Ah, come in, ladies.
MARY BETH: Morning, sir.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: This is my first look at the visuals we've got to defuse the distractions. Hey, just go onto the next one, Pam. I think you're out of sequence. Miss. Cagney offers our standard apology for pulling you off whatever you were working on.
MARY BETH: Yes, Christine can be very gracious.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Of course, it's not every day you get to work on the first capital murder case to be tried in this City in a generation.
CHRISTINE: Nothing like the death penalty to open up the coffers.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: That's wrong! Wrong, wrong. We wanna see the head from the perspective of the ...thing.
(the card shows a head with a gunshot wound in it in a car driver's seat)
PAM: What thing?
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: The thing. The passenger side.
(he helps Pam put up the reverse angle also showing a wound)
MARY BETH: I remember this. Those delivery guys that got robbed. Harvey's cousins in the dairy business were scared out of their heads. All of those delivery guys carry cash.
CHRISTINE: This was Lester Purchase. aged fifty-seven. Got shot in the head while delivering dairy produce.
MARY BETH: This was Mike Foy's case.
CHRISTINE: That's no longer important. That's why we're here. (to Douglas Trayne) Old Kapowitz was outside just now with the defendant's aunt beating the reverse racism drum pretty loud.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: That's the kind of argument that applies everywhere but in a courtroom. Specious. Specious.
MARY BETH: How do like the People's case sir?
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: (about the next visual) Is this right. Huh? (looking at his notes) No. All right. That's fine. Just keep going, Pam. (to Mary Beth) No, about the case, I feel good. I feel it's a good case. We've got two witnesses who can put him at the scene. He's got the alibi that he was asleep. A bad alibi plus we've got physical evidence to trace him outside of the delivery address. Of course, you don't wanna go into a trial feeling too confident. Particularly in the first capital case to be tried in this City in a generation.

[The duos office]

MARY BETH: Oh boy, he was shot on his wife's birthday.
CHRISTINE: Mm. When Mike Foy went over to give her the news, she ran out in the street in front of a car.
MARY BETH: Oh, no!
CHRISTINE: Real opera.
MARY BETH: Was she killed?
CHRISTINE: No. She wanted to die but she's still here. The car didn't hit her. Anyway our job is to troubleshoot Kapowitz's witnesses. We also have another very unofficial job which I was gonna tell you about before.
(he phone goes)
CHRISTINE: (into phone) Cagney! ...Yes. ...Thanks, pal. (she rings off) Anyway I think Doug Trayne wants as many bodies put between him and Detective Foy as we can.
MARY BETH: Mike Foy? What's not to like about Mike Foy?
CHRISTINE: Well, he's in the building coming to see us. You can be reminded. (enter Mike Foy) Atta boy, Mike! No point in knocking.
MIKE FOY: Look who's here?
MARY BETH: (getting up and embracing him) As I live and breathe.
MIKE FOY: Hey! take it easy.
MARY BETH: Oh, you're a sight for sore eyes.
MIKE FOY: So, you're gonna help us fry this little bastard.
CHRISTINE: (Chris, sitting back, folding her arms and putting her feet up on the desk) Nobody fries anything anymore, Detective. Lethal injection.
MARY BETH: How's Marie?
MIKE FOY: Oh, good, good. She's doing good, I think.
MARY BETH: Kids all grown up?
MIKE FOY: Sure. Half the year I come home to an empty house.
CHRISTINE: So, Mike, what do you know about Bolger's aunt? Her name is Grace Pound. Lacey's been going through the murder book.
MIKE FOY: I'm working on it.
CHRISTINE: Ah.
MIKE FOY: Till today we didn't know how close she was to the kid. ...You look great, Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: You always did know how to lay down a compliment. Thanks.
(Chris looks on as Mary Beth smiles)

[Hallway to Chris's apartment block]

CHRISTINE: (coming in) Hi, John.
JOHN O'MEARA: Hi, Miss. Cagney. (he hands her her mail) What a world, huh?
CHRISTINE: I wanted to tell you how much I appreciate your cool head last night. Thank you.
JOHN O'MEARA: She's back, you know.
CHRISTINE: Darcy?
JOHN O'MEARA: Yeah, her folks brought her here this afternoon. And they weren't gone ten minutes when she had one of her weirdo visitors.
CHRISTINE: Oh, she does like company. That's not a bad thing.
JOHN O'MEARA: They were here and gone, (clicking his fingers) like that!
CHRISTINE: Thanks. (quietly over a stair rail a she goes upstairs) Hey, John. Did you get a look at her parents?
JOHN O'MEARA: A look was about it. Coming and going, not one word. Not even to each other.
CHRISTINE: You got off lucky.

[Laceys' bedroom]

(Harvey is laying in bed with his head on Mary Beth's chest. She is playing with his hair)
HARVEY: So?. (she kisses the top of his head) Tell me about it. (she sniggers) What homicide are you and all these people working on?
MARY BETH: Um. It's People versus Bolger. It's er...
HARVEY: I saw the news. I know what it is. Well, that explains you and Chris working full time on this. So he's gonna be big money when the politics are right.
MARY BETH: (sitting up) I have absolutely no qualms whatsoever about working on a capital case. If you wanna talk about this, we can talk about it.
HARVEY: Honey, we don't have to talk about it, ...if you don't have qualms.
MARY BETH: I don't.
HARVEY: Then better you than me.
(Mary Beth leaves the bedroom. Harvey turns over)

[Chris's bedroom]

(she wakes up when she hears the fire alarm going)
CHRISTINE: Oh, my God.
(she puts her dressing gown on and goes to the front door)

[Corridor]

(as she comes out, John comes past)
JOHN O'MEARA: My board down stairs says nine-G.
CHRISTINE: (knocking on apartment door, 9G, as John tries to open it) Open up, please! Darcy! Open up!! (to John) Do you smell smoke? Get everyone off the floor. Call the Fire Department.
NEIGHBOUR: (coming along) I already called it. It's leaving.
CHRISTINE: (unlocking the door) Darcy! Darcy Wiley!
(the door opens. It's on the chain)
JOHN O'MEARA: (giving Chris a crowbar) Here.
CHRISTINE: All right. When I tell ya. Hit the door right down there. Right? That's it. Are you ready? ...Now!!! ...Again!!! (the door flies open) Darcy! ...Anybody home? (she disconnects a smoking kettle on the stove) Darcy! (knocking at the bedroom door) Darcy.

[Darcy's bedroom]

CHRISTINE: (coming in) Darcy?
JOHN O'MEARA: What is it?
CHRISTINE: Don't come in here. Call an ambulance. Quick.
JOHN O'MEARA: Why, what's wrong?
CHRISTINE: Just do it! (Darcy is lying crooked on the bed) Oh.

[Chris's car]

CHRISTINE: (giving a piece of paper to Mary Beth) Look at that for me this morning. I haven't got a clue where I'm going.
MARY BETH: Oh, fine. But I thought you knew this witness.
CHRISTINE: I don't normally see him at his work. It's a new address to me.
MARY BETH: Well, you're fine. We're not even across. We're fine.
CHRISTINE: Had to break into my neighbour's.
MARY BETH: Yeah.
CHRISTINE: Heroin overdose.
MARY BETH: No.
CHRISTINE: I sure didn't rate her as a junkie.
MARY BETH: So, an accident, maybe?
CHRISTINE: I sure hope so. I hate to think that she killed herself.
MARY BETH: Well, maybe it wasn't really suicide. Junkies. I don't know how pure the stuff they're shooting is.
CHRISTINE: Well, it was pure enough to put up her nose!
MARY BETH: Ah. Well, that's handier. Snorting smack. In the old days before AIDS you had to slam that poison in your veins using all that annoying paraphernalia. Now be safe. Snort it right up. No mess. No prick marks. No fear of infection. Just burn your brains and die.
CHRISTINE: Her parents had her, right there, in the hospital. They had a shot at helping her, you know, of straightening her out. No, not their darling daughter.
MARY BETH: Heartbreak for a kid is ...heartbreaking.
CHRISTINE: Poor John, my doorman, He's taking calls about the funeral. He's gonna take a sick day and go. No service!
MARY BETH: Oh, some kind of a religious thing. Even regardless of what kind of people they are, its still petty much of a rotten shame.
CHRISTINE: Oh, you know, if I'd made some effort...
MARY BETH: Oh, come on, Christine.
CHRISTINE: ...I could have made a big change.
MARY BETH: Oh, wait! That was Foster. I'm sorry.

[Street]

DELIVERY GUY: (moving boxes in the back of a van) You're talking to the defence.
CHRISTINE: We're entitled.
DELIVERY GUY: The lawyers ran him downtown and bought him lunch. And Kapowitz sat with him for an hour and a half. (shouting towards a doorway) Ron! Ron! The DA's here! You should have told him this was a death penalty deal.
CHRISTINE: We can't do that.
DELIVERY GUY: Just tell him you didn't know.
CHRISTINE: (shaking his hand) Hey, Ron, how's it going?
RON TALLEY: Hey, it's going.
CHRISTINE: This is Investigator Lacey. Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: Hi, Ron.
CHRISTINE: Just wanted to keep in touch. Let you know how the Bolger case is going. There's been another delay. Surprise, surprise. But I think you can expect opening arguments before the end of the month and then your testimony should come, oh, one or two days after that. OK? ...You're gonna do great. I know it.
RON TALLEY: They're gonna bring up my priors.
CHRISTINE: Only if the judge allows it.
RON TALLEY: Everybody's gonna hear about something that happened to me when I was a kid.
CHRISTINE: No, not necessarily. The judge is gonna decide if it's even relevant. Besides, the jury'll hear that you're working now. You're going to school. It'll all even itself out.
RON TALLEY: My church don't believe in execution.
MARY BETH: What church is that?
RON TALLEY: (nodding towards Mary Beth) If you kill her, that's wrong. If I kill you, that's wrong. But if the State of New York kills someone, I'm wrong if I don't help 'em? What kind of sense is that?
(he walks away. Chris puts her finger up to Mary Beth and follows him)

[Entrance hall of a court building]

DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Did you bother to point out to him his obligation to testify?
CHRISTINE: Well, I didn't wanna lean on him.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Right. I'm not gonna micromanage how you should handle him as long as we're clear about the mission. Ron Talley has to get on the stand, put his hand on the Bible and identify Raymond Bolger as the person he saw running from the scene. Right? See you in court.
CHRISTINE: Right.
MARY BETH: I shouldn't have challenged the guy on his religion. You're not gonna call somebody on what they believe.
CHRISTINE: What are you talking about?!
MARY BETH: I said 'What church is that?', you know It put him off.
CHRISTINE: I mean you didn't say (shouting) 'What church is that?' You did it quietly. It's just a case of nerves picking up on it. Now when we go and see Mrs. Seguin, our darling, prize witness, we will both feel a lot better.

[The Seguins' apartment]

(Mr. Seguin is playing Patience)
CHRISTINE [OC]: (knocking) Mrs. Seguin. (knocking) Mrs. Seguin. (knocking) Mrs. Seguin.
(the duo comes in)
CHRISTINE: Mrs. Seguin? (shouting) Oh, hi there, Mr. Seguin. I remembered to bring my empty fruit juice can. I was just telling Mary... Oh, this is my colleague, Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: (shouting) How do you do? Oh, don't get up, sir.
CHRISTINE: (shouting) I was just telling Mary Beth you should see all the things that Mr. Seguin can do with an empty thirty-two ounce fruit juice can. Why, he grows tomatoes out on the fire escape and he can keep roaches out of his cat food, and well, all kinds of things. I can't remember them all.
MR. SEGUIN: Oh, lots of things. I'm glad you come.
CHRISTINE: (shouting) Well, actually we came to see Mrs. Seguin, but you know you're my guy. Is she in the store?
MR. SEGUIN: (pointing to the bedroom) She's got the flu.
MARY BETH: (shouting) Oh, I'm so sorry, sir.
CHRISTINE: (shouting) Do you think we might say 'Hi.'.
MR. SEGUIN: Well, sure she's no good but you can go in.
CHRISTINE: (shouting) Have any of the defence team been here to see you?
MR. SEGUIN: Yeah, they came. I told them 'Go to hell!'.
CHRISTINE: (shouting) Good for you! (pointing to the bedroom) May I?
MR. SEGUIN: Sure. (Chris goes to the bedroom. To Mary Beth) You know, every time I go in, she's lying crooked in the bed.

[Outside the Seguins' apartment block]

(Mrs. Seguin, on oxygen, is loaded into an ambulance. Mr. Seguin shepherds it)

[Hospital corridor/Douglas Trayne's office]

DOUGLAS TRAYNE: (on phone) A coma?
CHRISTINE: (into phone) The hospital said diabetic coma.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: (on phone) Do people recover from diabetic comas?
CHRISTINE: I shouldn't count on it.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: We could get a deposition on videotape. If she's unconscious, she's out.
CHRISTINE: Right. It's hard to believe. We just stepped on a landmine, I guess.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Oh boy, does this case need a break?
|MARY BETH: (to Chris) Tell him we'll stay in touch with the hospital.
CHRISTINE: We'll call you back as soon as we know.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Do that.
(they ring off)

[Hospital corridor]

CHRISTINE: Well, we did some real damage today, didn't we?
|MARY BETH: No kidding. I set my faith on this case to head south.
CHRISTINE: (looking at her watch) I just need a few more hours to check with the precinct.
|MARY BETH: About the shooting?
CHRISTINE: Well, it's not my shooting, But I'm gonna check with him.

[Precinct detectives' room]

DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: Feels like a hit to me, but the victim, Gabriel Ramos, was exactly what Darcy Wiley said he was. A med student, and they met one night at the movies. The family is from Rhode Island. He's a good kid. Nothing.
CHRISTINE: What about Darcy?
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: She's the more logical target of a hit. With her drug history.
CHRISTINE: Did you guys talk to my doorman, after Darcy died? John O'Meara.
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: I spoke to him last time, after the shooting.
CHRISTINE: Well, after you talked to him, Darcy was released from the hospital, and John said she had a visitor. 'Weirdo' was the word he used.
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: Er, male or female?
CHRISTINE: I think male. And I got the impression he'd seen him before.
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: I'll talk to him.
CHRISTINE: Thanks.

[DA's building corridor]

|MARY BETH: (coming in) Hi, Mike.
MIKE FOY: Mary Beth, there's somebody I want you to meet. Nora Purchase. Investigator Lacey.
|MARY BETH: Mrs. Purchase.
MRS. PURCHASE: I'm, er, Lester's widow. Detective Foy's been keeping me informed about all the goings on.
|MARY BETH: Well, it's quite a case! We're doing all we can to get a conviction.
MRS. PURCHASE: I am too.
MIKE FOY: Mrs. Purchase is a very big believer in the power of prayer.
|MARY BETH: No matter how good a case is, we always need every single prayer. Good to meet you.

[Chris's apartment block basement]

(Chris comes down the stairs. She is dragging her trash bag behind her and is carrying a bundle of newspapers. She switches on the light, screams and drops the bundle)
CHRISTINE: Oh, What are you doing. (there is a man sitting there) Do you think it's funny scaring people in the damn dark?!! ...Oh, ...Mr. Wiley. Mr. Wiley? I here that Darcy's dead.
MATTHEW WILEY: The lights were too bright.
CHRISTINE: (pointing to a washing machine) Are those Darcy's?
MATTHEW WILEY: I'm cleaning up her apartment.
CHRISTINE: Look, I've got a washer of my own. (picking up a bundle of washing) Look, I'll just take these things and you can come back and get the rest of your stuff out of the machine later. This certainly is the basement from hell.
(he goes upstairs with her)

[Chris's kitchen]

(she comes up with a tray to Matthew, who is standing by her washing machine)
CHRISTINE: (switches off the machine) I think it's done. (pointing to the machine) Sometimes this stuff really doesn't help. Would you like a drink. I don't keep any in the house but I'd be happy to call...
MATTHEW WILEY: I'm fine.
CHRISTINE: OK. (gesturing with the tray) Can you eat?
MATTHEW WILEY: Oh, no thank you.
CHRISTINE: (going into the dining room) Then keep me company.

[Chris's dining room]

(they sit at the table)
CHRISTINE: Did you tell me your first name?
MATTHEW WILEY: Matthew. ...Matt.
CHRISTINE: (shaking his hand) I'm Christine.
MATTHEW WILEY: How do you do?
CHRISTINE: Hi. Listen, Matt, I don't know where you're from but...
MATTHEW WILEY: Connecticut. ...Stonington.
CHRISTINE: Well, this is New York and here in New York we send out ...for everything! There are people who can do that laundry for you. (she carries on in an amusing vein) And we've got cleaning crews who will take toothbrushes to the ground if they have to. And we have movers who will pack everything up for you in ...Asprey tissue. All you have to do is say the word and sign the cheque. So why don't you get a good night's rest, huh, and tomorrow you can just call and send out for anything you want and be back in...
MATTHEW WILEY: Stonington.
CHRISTINE: ...Stonington by night.
MATTHEW WILEY: No, I er... (he looks long and hard at Chris) No!
CHRISTINE: I understand. It's so hard to do those things yourself.
MATTHEW WILEY: (still looking at her) It's fine.
CHRISTINE: Well, I'm gonna give you a hand.
MATTHEW WILEY: Christine? Right? Christine, this is not your er... This isn't your problem. It's mine. (he gets up and goes to the door) Thanks anyway.

[Courtroom]

(Judge W. Brice is reading through a document. Douglas Trayne sighs while he waits. The defendant has his head down on his arms, snoring. The duo comes in)
CHRISTINE: (to Mike Foy) Tell me what's going on?
MIKE FOY: The judge doesn't wanna wake the defendant.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Kapowitz has petitioned for another thirty days.
CHRISTINE: Do you think Brice is gonna grant it?
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: That's my guess.
JUDGE BRICE: Motion denied. (banging down her gavel) Any other business? (no replies) That's it. We're done. Court adjourned until eight-thirty, Monday morning.
CHRISTINE: (to Kapowitz as the defendant stirs) May you ought to consider adjusting his medication, Counsellor.
JAN KAPOWITZ: I always thought the ability to sleep soundly was proof of a clear conscience.
CHRISTINE: Yeah? What do you think now?
MARY BETH: (nodding to towards the door) Lieutenant.
(they leave)
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: What did you find out?
MIKE FOY: The police found news of the boy's aunt on Staten Island.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Did you get an address?
MIKE FOY: The neighbours say that they saw a young kid matching Raymond Bolger's description. Seems to be living in the apartment.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Get a search warrant.

[Apartment lounge/Stairwell in a Staten Island block]

(the duo is looking in the apartment. Grace Pound shouts a name up the stairs twice. Mike Foy trains his gun on man coming down the stairs with his hands on his head. He directs the man into the apartment. Grace Pound follows. Mary Beth goes into the bedroom with Mike Foy. Chris says something to the woman who replies, gesturing with two open hands)
MAN: Shut up, Grace.
CHRISTINE: (to the man) Put your hands down.

[Apartment bedroom]

(Mary Beth and Mike Foy are searching it. Mary Beth picks several shoeboxes. Mike Foy opens a cupboard and finds a small clear plastic packet. He sniffs the content)
MIKE FOY: Marijuana in the closet. (as Mary Box goes through the shoeboxes) Have you got anything?
MARY BETH: Too much, if you're looking for crayons.
MIKE FOY: (lifting more shoe boxes out of the cupboard) Right. Where do want them?
MARY BETH: Put them down here on the table.
MIKE FOY: It takes me back to when we were at the Academy.
(May Beth smiles and chuckles)
MARY BETH: (going through another box) Got another watch. (and another box) We've got a ring. It's gold, (putting it on her thumb) For a man.
MIKE FOY: Is it faceted? Does it have a lot of little diamond shapes all over?
MARY BETH: What else?
MIKE FOY: Inscription.

[Douglas Trayne's office]

(a tape machine is started)
MIKE FOY: (on tape) Your husband's wedding ring?
MRS. PURCHASE: (on tape) Sure. It's just a bigger version of mine. Wanna see mine?
MIKE FOY: (on tape) Yes, ma'am.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: What's the date of this?
MRS. PURCHASE: (on tape) It no longer fits on my finger. I'll get it!
MIKE FOY: It's on the tape. It was right after the homicide.
MRS. PURCHASE: (on tape) In the drawer. There! See the inscription.
MIKE FOY: (on tape) I can but I can't read it.
MRS. PURCHASE: (on tape) It's the date of our wedding. Twelve, twenty-eight, fifty-nine.
MARY BETH: (recites with the woman) Twelve, twenty-eight, fifty-nine.
MIKE FOY: (switching off the tape) I should have been the one to find that.

[Main office outside Douglas Trayne's office]

CHRISTINE: (as they come out of Douglas Trayne's office) What are you so happy about, Mrs. Lacey?
MARY BETH: I think I'm heading south.
CHRISTINE: See you tomorrow.
MARY BETH: Good night.
MIKE FOY: (as he puts her coat on) It's been good working with you, Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: You certainly have mellowed, Michael. At least about me.
MIKE FOY: (putting his arm around her) Only about you.
CHRISTINE: (calling after them) Give my love to Harvey!

[Precinct detectives' room]

DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: Your doorman was a big help.
CHRISTINE: Yeah? Good! I'll be sure and tell him. So what did you find out?
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: It looks like the weirdo that did for Darcy right after she left the hospital. It was an old boyfriend.
CHRISTINE: Do you know anything about him?
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: Enough to make him our prime suspect.
CHRISTINE: Really!
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: He's a Costa Rican rich boy. His family doesn't want him in Costa Rica anymore, so he spends his time collecting art, supplying heroin to addicts with money enough to have it delivered.
CHRISTINE: He's going in my building delivering heroin?!
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: The doorman says he hasn't seen him in several months.
CHRISTINE: Do you think Darcy could have been seeing him?
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: Probably. The hospital drew blood on the night of the shooting and when they analysed it after her death (handing Chris the report) it proves she's been clean. The guy kept pursuing her. Every week he sends her birds of paradise. Do you know what they are?
CHRISTINE: So.., It's a big tropical flower. Very dramatic.
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: I thought they were a bird.
CHRISTINE: Hm.
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: Anyway he sent her dozens of them at a time. We tracked him down through the florist.
CHRISTINE: So the theory is ...jealous boyfriend.
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: That's right. He didn't wanna see her with anyone else.
CHRISTINE: Do you think that Darcy knew that was why Gabriel was killed?
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: Mm hm.
CHRISTINE: So she kills herself because she feels responsible?
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: That's what it looks like to me.

[Corridor outside Chris's apartment]

(Chris, holding a laundry basket, knocks at Darcy's door. As she goes to knock again the door opens)
CHRISTINE: Oh! You didn't come back for your laundry.
MATTHEW WILEY: Oh, no, I didn't, did I? Thank you.
CHRISTINE: Your welcome.
MATTHEW WILEY: I'm on the phone. Won't you come in?
CHRISTINE: Oh, no, I don't wanna bother you.
MATTHEW WILEY: Really. Please? Come on in. (Chris follows him in. Into phone) I'm sorry, Julia, someone was at the door. ...No I don't know what to tell you. Perhaps your teacher. ...How's Ted? (he sips a drink) ...Ah ha. ...Now tell your mother that ...I'm sorry I missed her and everything's fine and I'll call tomorrow. ...Fine. ...Good. ...Dandy! Bye bye! (he rings off) Wanna drink?
CHRISTINE: No ..thanks. (pointing to a takeaway on the table) I see you've gone native.
MATTHEW WILEY: Huh?
CHRISTINE: Sending out.
MATTHEW WILEY: Oh, hell.
CHRISTINE: Looks like you've made some headway.
MATTHEW WILEY: Well, mostly I pick something up and I move it to another corner.
CHRISTINE: Is the family doing OK?
MATTHEW WILEY: Hard to tell.
CHRISTINE: This stuff can wait, Matt. Go home.
MATTHEW WILEY: Oh, no.
CHRISTINE: Why not?
MATTHEW WILEY: I can't.
CHRISTINE: No?
MATTHEW WILEY: I can't be a father right now. I can't be a husband. So I guess I just ...need a second wind. ...Time.
CHRISTINE: Yeah. You should stay here. Take care of Darcy's business. Want me to check on you? Do you mind?
MATTHEW WILEY: Not at all.
CHRISTINE: (at the door) If you stop seeing people I'll be forced to send out for one of our New York shrinks.
MATTHEW WILEY: He won't know what had hit him.
(Chris leaves)

[Laceys' lounge]

TV REPORTER: (on the television) Coming up next on The Ten O'clock Report" Art Waite on serious flaws in the justice system, the results of our exclusive poll and we'll be in the studio with Defence Attorney, Dan Kapowitz.
HARVEY: The guy is a genius.
MARY BETH: What?
MARY BETH: Kapowitz. He's a twisted genius with this race thing. (following Mary Beth into the bedroom) You know, race is the hidden agenda in this case, and he knows it.

[Laceys' bedroom]

HARVEY: You know it as well as I do.
MARY BETH: Raymond Bolger was accused of first-degree murder in the commission of an armed robbery. Under the new law that is a capital crime. There's no race in that.
HARVEY: You know we have to blame for this. At whose feet we can dump the festering problem of race in America? ...Richard M. Nixon.
MARY BETH: Watergat?. We lost our faith in government with Watergate?
HARVEY: No!
MARY BETH: Vietnam? The secret bombing of Cambodia?
HARVEY: No! Though fundamentally I agree that was an act of racism as much as it was military strategy.

[Alice's bedroom]

(they lower their voices. Alice is asleep)
HARVEY: Come on, Mary Beth, think. (she suggests a couple of Harvey's pet theories to which he answers 'No'. After a third) Racism, honey. ...He ended the draft. He ended military conscription because he thought it would be a great thing. Let me tell you something about the draft.

[Laceys' kitchen]

(back to normal voices)
HARVEY: In an army with conscripted forces everybody's got one thing in common. They don't care where they're from, what they look like, what race they are, and they all wanna get out, and Nixon replaced it with an army of the poor and the black to defend the interests of the rich and the white. Oh, which, by the way, is where the Kapowitzes of the world go wrong. The issue isn't really race. The issue is poverty. It always has been and t always will be. (as she gets cups out of the cupboard) Are you making tea or hot chocolate?
MARY BETH: I'm making whatever you want.
HARVEY: (as she gives him a peck) Hot chocolate. And that's my problem as far as you're concerned, Mary Beth. The day a rich person is executed is the day I'm willing to put capital punishment on the table for discussion, but until that day, those executions are only an indication of the complete failure of the system.
MARY BETH: I work in that system, Harvey! Take it easy!!
HARVEY: Honey, your hands are clean and your motives are pure but the people you're working for are political jackals.
MARY BETH: I think we've talked enough about this.
HARVEY: I'm telling the truth, Mary Beth, and I think that you know it.

[Chris's bedroom]

(Chris is in bed but awake. Her doorbell goes. She gets up and puts her dressing gown on)

[Chris's ounge]

(shel goes to the front door, looks through the peephole and opens the front door)
MATTHEW WILEY: I'm sorry but...
CHRISTINE: What's the matter?
MATTHEW WILEY: I slipped. Caught my head. I think it's still bleeding.
CHRISTINE: Well, come in. Come in! Let me see. Well, yes, it's bleeding! Of course it's bleeding. Come on.

[Chris's bathroom]

CHRISTINE: (he is sitting on a chair as she cleans the wound) You've been working all night?
MATTHEW WILEY: I don't know. I guess.
CHRISTINE: No wonder you walk into walls. You're not sleeping. You really are a mess. I know you don't wanna talk about Darcy, 'cos you must at least admit you are a mess.
MATTHEW WILEY: Sure, I'm a mess.
CHRISTINE: Thank you. This might sting for just a minute.
MATTHEW WILEY: Ow!!!
CHRISTINE: I know!
MATTHEW WILEY: Christine, it wasn't just the drugs, you know, it was the lies. Darcy lied. I let her. My other kids lied for her. Lies were everywhere. They were all over the house. We lied to each other. (looking up into her eyes) We lied to ourselves.
CHRISTINE: (sympathetically) I'm sorry.
MATTHEW WILEY: (as she gathers her dressing gown around her) Oh, no, don't. Please.
CHRISTINE: It's all right.
(he takes her face in his hand and pulls her down to kiss her. They kiss long and hard. Later Matthew is sitting on the bed. Chris is dressed for work)
CHRISTINE: (holding up a mug) Do you drink coffee?
MATTHEW WILEY: Not for me, thanks.
CHRISTINE: I've set out three different kinds of cereal and I've got yoghurt in the fridge.
MATTHEW WILEY: Oh, thanks. I'm fine.
CHRISTINE: (putting on her coat) Sorry, I'm afraid I ...must go and I... I...
MATTHEW WILEY: (he reaches out and pulls her on to his lap and turns her towards the bed) I have other things to do too.
CHRISTINE: (with him laying on top of her) I know you do. It's just that I... My head is still swirling and I feel that I must leave.
MATTHEW WILEY: You'll be fine.
CHRISTINE: Oh, I know. I know. (he begins to kiss her) Oh, yes, I... I really must go. (she pushes him away and gets up) But you'll be all right.
(she hold his head)
MATTHEW WILEY: Oh, don't go.
(she shrugs. He shrugs. She goes)

[The duo's office]

(Chris punches the voice mail machine)
VOICEMAIL: You have two hundred and thirty-two messages that have not been heard.
(she stops the machine)
MARY BETH: (coming in) Hi. Did you get my message?
CHRISTINE: No. (looking at the voicemail machine) We have a problem. I don't need this.
MARY BETH: I left you a message an hour ago. There was a fire on the D train.
CHRISTINE: You're kidding.
MARY BETH: Oh, no. No terrorism. No lunatic pouring gasoline on himself. (taking clips from her hair) Just a plain little, dinky electrical fire. Smell my hair!
CHRISTINE: I can smell it from here.
MARY BETH: Well, what is the problem?
CHRISTINE: Attorney Kapowitz got on "News One" this morning. I got back from chairing the bad guys versus Garcia. Ha. Ha! Kapowitz goes on television and he says his normal rant about this being a white-bias State. And then he solicits phone calls from his viewers who agree with him. But he didn't give his number. He gave the DA's!! Everybody's voicemail's on overload! What's yours? Six-five-four-four.
MARY BETH: Yes.
(Chris punches it into the machine)
VOICEMAIL: You have two hundred and thirty-two messages that have not been heard.
CHRISTINE: (stopping the machine) Seems to be the magic cut off number. I have two hundred and thirty-two on mine.
MARY BETH: It's an obstruction of justice!! Our regular messages are in there! He should be cited!
CHRISTINE: Citing is too good for him. (throwing Mary Beth a new pad) Here! get started.
(later a secretary comes in with a sheaf of phone messages)
CHRISTINE: Go away.
SECRETARY: It's er...
CHRISTINE: If you have more messages, do not come in!!
SECRETARY: Your daughter's school called and said that they've been trying your house all morning.
MARY BETH: Harvey's working in Jersey. What did they say?
SECRETARY: It's the nurse.
MARY BETH: (reading the message) Somebody brought a knife to school. The nurse called?! (to Chris) Excuse me.
CHRISTINE: Go, go! (as Mary Beth grabs her coat and rushes out) Go, go! (as the secretary looks through the sheaf) Kapowitz is playing games. Her daughter could be... Who knows? Mary Beth is wading through public opinion calls and the school can't reach her!! (getting up) What is important here?! What the hell is important?!! (throwing some messages back at the secretary) Certainly not this!!! (Chris grabs her coat. She picks up the phone and starts to dial a number then throws the receiver back down) I don't even know his number!!! (to the secretary as she grabs her handbag) I'm gonna do something that matters!

[Darcy's apartment]

(Matthew opens the front door)
CHRISTINE: (outside) I shouldn't have left.
(she comes in)
MATTHEW WILEY: Welcome back.
(he closes the front door and they start to kiss)

[Outside the school]

HARVEY: (coming out) She's OK. She's OK, sweetheart. She just cut her hand a little bit. She's waiting out on the playground.
MARY BETH: Oh, great, I'm so glad you're here. What was she cut with?
HARVEY: A box cutter.
MARY BETH: A box cutter?! You mean that thing with a razor blade?!!
HARVEY: Ah ha.
MARY BETH: Some little punk comes to school here with a weapon. And that's what it is, Harvey, a weapon! And the school let's that happen! Did you confront Mrs. Boyd with this because I would love to have her explanation!
HARVEY: Alice brought the box cutter.
MARY BETH: What?!!!
HARVEY: Yes, she started waving t around like a martial arts type of thing and ...she cut herself.
ALICE: (comes up. Tearfully) I'm sorry.
MARY BETH: I'm sorry too.
ALICE: (as Mary Beth grabs her upper arm and takes her off) Can I go to Britany's special party?
MARY BETH: Next year.

[Darcy's apartment]

(Matthew is opening a pile of mail. Chris is folding up some of Darcy's underwear)
MATTHEW WILEY: Do you like what you do?
CHRISTINE: What? Do I what?
MATTHEW WILEY: I honestly don't know many police officers. Do you like it?
CHRISTINE: Oh. Um. Actually I don't ...even think about it that way anymore. I do it very well. And I've been doing it for so long that ...it's stopped being about 'Well, do I like it?'. It's just what I am. There's something to be said for ...not that I was comfortable because that wouldn't describe it, but when I'm working, it's my world, it's home base and I think that it means more than just 'Do you like it?'.
MATTHEW WILEY: (looking straight at he, quietly) Maybe.
CHRISTINE: Well, that's not say that ...once or twice a year I don't start saying (shouting) 'Oh I'm pissed off and always.... I'm just a beat cop with a desk'. That's what I say. But that's just the booze. Or incredible insight. ...I don't even know what you do.
MATTHEW WILEY: Well, I started importing exotic hardwoods. The most beautiful wood in the world.
CHRISTINE: Really?!
MATTHEW WILEY: But I don't do that anymore. My business grew and I got an offer that was irresistible, so I sold my import business and I invested in a small telecommunications company which did very well. And the years passed ...and now I'm an investor.
CHRISTINE: Do you like it?
MATTHEW WILEY: I'm good at it.
CHRISTINE: You're a very successful man.
MATTHEW WILEY: Yes, I am, aren't I? ...I'm a very successful man.
(they smile at each other, he puts his glasses on gives a back-to-work clap)

[Laceys' kitchen]

HARVEY: I'm not saying its not important, Mary Beth. I'm saying there's no reason to keep her away from a birthday party.
MARY BETH: Can't it wait, please, even for a minute. (she goes and shouts through to Alice in the lounge) TV off, please.
HARVEY: The kid screws up and suddenly the whole household is in punishment mode. Events get changed. Traffic stops.
MARY BETH: No, Harve, we're not endorsing what happened to you.
HARVEY: I'm not saying my parents were wrong, Mary Beth.
MARY BETH: No, Harvey, 'ordinary' and 'normal' are over in this house for a minute! I want this kid stopped cold by this.
HARVEY: Don't you think that a cut on the and is a pretty good lesson not to play with knives?!
MARY BETH: (pointing an icing knife at Harvey) That's not a lesson I had to learn!!!
HARVEY: Oh?!
MARY BETH: I want her to learn that you can't prove you're a big girl by intimidating other children!! There's an element of bullying in it! And I wanna put a stop to it now!
HARVEY: Well, I couldn't possibly disagree with you more.
MARY BETH: I'm mad about this.
HARVEY: No way!! This is just a case of forbidden fruit! She couldn't resist so she's suffering the consequences! Nine year-olds learn this stuff every day!
MARY BETH: Well, this nine-year old is gonna miss out on Britany's birthday. And she's gonna lose her allowance for two weeks. And (going and shouting through to the lounge again) there's no TV for a month!
HARVEY: That is nuts!!
MARY BETH: (coming back to Harvey) And big time it's seven-thirty until further notice!
HARVEY: (going and shouting through to the lounge) God help you, Alice, your mother's learned the case for the hard line!!
MARY BETH: What did you say?!
HARVEY: I say keep your capital punishment to the courtroom, Mary Beth. Save it for Raymond Bolger. (he goes out and then turns back) And I'm taking Alice to the birthday party tomorrow.
(he stalks out. She goes and slams a frying pan down on the stove and gets scalded by a splash of hot fat)

[Darcy's apartment]

CHRISTINE: I love these pictures. Every single one of them.
MATTHEW WILEY: She never got around to putting them on the walls.
CHRISTINE: They're Darcy's? Did she shoot these?
MATTHEW WILEY: She was good.
CHRISTINE: Yeah.
MATTHEW WILEY: Do you know how she managed this one?
CHRISTINE: It's looks so natural as if nobody's posed to do it.
MATTHEW WILEY: No. Well, there are these cameras with a lens at a ninety-degree angle so you're pointing this way but you're actually shooting that way.
CHRISTINE: Oh, so the subject never knows. Ah ha!
MATTHEW WILEY: She still had a couple of cameras that I gave her and I was surprised because, Bettina and I, we tried rewarding Darcy for staying clean and sober, so I gave her every camera I had. I filled her refrigerator with film, and we never saw any more pictures.
CHRISTINE: I think you were very good to her. You paid for this place too, didn't you?
MATTHEW WILEY: Yes, I did. However, ...we warned Darcy that if she didn't obey our rules she'd have to make your own way in the world, without our help. So, she takes up with a man who makes his living selling drugs. (he breaks a couple of mugs) Costa Rican! And in the first month ...he broke her arm. ...Yeah. And I went crazy. Sight unseen, I hire a completely unscrupulous private investigator named Yap, and we had long phone conversations, Mr. Yap and I, cooking up every scheme in the book and in a way it was wonderful. Talking to a guy who would do anything if the price was right. So,..
CHRISTINE: Without any question?
MATTHEW WILEY: No.
CHRISTINE: You never even met this man.
MATTHEW WILEY: Right. So, we agreed to kidnap ...Darcy. We called it an intervention. So, he snatches her and we put her into White Plains for treatment and ...my wife, Bettina, never forgave me for that. ...And what we had ...just collapsed ...under the weight of Darcy's troubles.
CHRISTINE: Was that the end of Mr. Yap?
MATTHEW WILEY: Oh, no. Course not. He called now and then to offer follow up services. He even swore that Darcy was seeing the drug dealer again. And Darcy swore ...with every gesture possible ...that it wasn't true. 'Please, daddy, believe me. ...Please'. And I had to choose between the word of a gross, greedy, unprincipled stranger ...and the word of my own daughter. And I ...believed him. ...And for the rest of my life ...I'm gonna have to live with that.
CHRISTINE: You've been burned before. It's understandable.
MATTHEW WILEY: You can afford to be callous. You didn't have to make a choice. I killed her.
CHRISTINE: Matt, somebody's gotta cut you some slack ...and it's obviously not gonna be you. So, ...I'm over me.
(he kisses her)

[The duo's office]

MIKE FOY: (coming in) You're working Saturdays too, huh?
MARY BETH: Hi. I'm trying to make a dent my messages. You?
MIKE FOY: I'm going out to have a bite to eat. You wanna come?
MARY BETH: No, I brought mine.
MIKE FOY: (picking up the brownbag on her desk) Nah. Too hot. (he throws the bag in the trash bin) I'll bring you back. You shouldn't eat alone.
(Mary Beth giggles and they go out)

[Entrance hall of the DA's building]

(Mary Beth and Mike Foy are sitting on the lower steps of the grand staircase)
MARY BETH: She was a beautiful little girl. ...And now this beautiful child ...takes a weapon to school. Harvey says I'm making too much of it. But to me ...it's like we're watching her innocence dying in front of our eyes.
MIKE FOY: Ah, well, you see more than him.
MARY BETH: No, Harvey's very perceptive.
MIKE FOY: Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm saying, because you're a cop, you've seen more than him. You keep seen the evil. You smell the evil. You know it exists. I do the same thing with Maureen. It's the same thing with the lawyers.
MARY BETH: Yeah.
MIKE FOY: I don't care how many crime scenes a guy like Doug Trayne visits...
MARY BETH: It's not the same.
MIKE FOY: ...they don't know. No, I don't think you're crazy for wanting your kid to stay decent, Mary Beth. I think it's the world that's crazy.

[Central Park]

(Chris and Matthew are walking, hand in hand. He has a tripod and camera over his shoulder)
MATTHEW WILEY: You know, I collected cameras for years. My grandfather, he was an architect. Right after he died I started photographing his buildings, and of course, I tried to get Darcy interested in it, but, no, no, she only wanted to take pictures of people.
CHRISTINE: Oh, I'm with her. (he begins to set up the tripod) What do you think of that building?
MATTHEW WILEY: (pointing to the the building) What, do like this building?
CHRISTINE: Oh. Yeah. It's...
MATTHEW WILEY: (having moved the tripod round) Well then, get out of the way!
CHRISTINE: Oh!!
MATTHEW WILEY: Go over there.
CHRISTINE: Sorry.
MATTHEW WILEY: (checking the viewfinder) There we go.
(he takes some shots. They smile at each other)
CHRISTINE: I'm surprised that Dumbo doesn't jump out of that thing.
MATTHEW WILEY: Oh, no, you wait and see. This (picking up the camera) makes beautiful pictures.
(he gives the camera a kiss. She comes across to him)
CHRISTINE: You want buildings. This City's got lousy buildings. Come here!
(she goes to give him a peck. He presses his lips to hers, forcing her backwards)
MATTHEW WILEY: Watch out!!
(she has nearly tripped over a baby buggy)
CHRISTINE: (to the baby) Oh, excuse me. (to the father who is fast asleep on the bench) Sorry.

[Entrance hall of a court building]

CHRISTINE: How was your weekend?
(Chris walks through the security gate. The alarm goes off)
MARY BETH: My weekend? ...Most productive. I came in on Saturday. Went through the messages,
SECURITY GUARD: Have you got any keys?
MARY BETH: I know why you're happy.
(she throws the keys down)
SECURITY GUARD: (inviting her to go through the security gate again) Ma'am, try again, ...please.
CHRISTINE: I swore I wouldn't let on. You can tell?
MARY BETH: I was talking about the Yankees taking two out of three in Boston. What are you talking about?
CHRISTINE: You won't like it. You're wrong. You won't approve.
MARY BETH: I got it. A drinker?
CHRISTINE: Maybe.
MARY BETH: (as Chris walks away, smiling) Married?

[Courtroom]

DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, this is a capital case. This is the first capital case in a generation.
MARY BETH: How married?
(Chris shushes Mary Beth)
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: We will show you the scene of the murder. You will see how the accused waited in a car with some friends and how he followed Lester Purchase from his delivery at the Shadwell Market on the twelve-hundred block of Queens Parkway South to the Zuko Brothers Market on the eighteen-hundred block. You will hear scientific testimony of a fatal shot to the head which the accused delivered to Mr. Purchase. ...And after he had stolen five hundred and thirteen dollars in cash, and after he had taken the life of this hard-working man, this good man, Raymond Bolger took a single gold wedding ring from the third finger of the victim's left hand. Now, ladies and gentlemen, that ring was missing for a long time but it was found in the home of the aunt of the accused! A woman who says she's never seen that ring before. A woman who never knew Lester Purchase. There is ...only ...one ...link between Lester Purchase and the aunt of Raymond Bolger. And, ladies and gentlemen, that is Raymond Bolger.

[DA Investigators' office]

MARY BETH: (to Chris) I've got it! (into phone) Thank you, ma'am. (she rings off. To Chris) He's a youth!
CHRISTINE: You better believe it. Youth and youthful. Yes.
MARY BETH: (to Chris) This isn't some knee-jerk momma thing. I'm thinking what he's doing to you. (into phone) Hello! ...Mr. er... Oh! ...Mr. Ochs. Please...
CHRISTINE: (to Mary Beth) If I'm happy, let me be happy!!
MARY BETH: (into phone having called a new number) It's Investigator Lacey with the District Attorney's Office. ...Thank you. (to Chris) You come to me and when it's over and and tell me how happy you are.
(Chris's phone goes)
CHRISTINE: (into phone) Cagney. ...Oh, yeah, Lee. Hi, what's up? ...Sure! ...Sure, yeah!!! ...Right away. ...OK.
(she rings off and starts to go)
MARY BETH: (to Chris) What's up?
CHRISTINE: (she has grabbed her coat) They're holding a guy who could be my shooter and want me to look at him. Great! Would that be a kick in the head? Beep me if you need me.
MARY BETH: Go. (into phone) Mr. Ochs. ...It's Investigator... ...Nice to meet you too, sir. ...You called last week about the Bolger case. ...Sure. ..No, no, sure. It matters. ...Where is your store?

[Mr. Ochs' store]

MARY BETH: Mr. Ochs?
DEL OCHS: Oh! You with the DA?
MARY BETH: Investigator Lacey.
DEL OCHS: (shaking Mary Beth's hand) I've been getting called by someone working for Bolger's lawyer every day. They won't let up. I've been putting 'em off because I wanted to talk to you guys first. I don't wanna say or do nothing that'll screw things up.
MARY BETH: We appreciate that, sir. What was it you wanted us to know?
DEL OCHS: Well, it's a little thing but I'm sure you guys got it wrong.
MARY BETH: What?
DEL OCHS: I played cards with Lester Purchase. I knew him what, oh I don't know, fifteen years. I'd see him delivering here twice a week and on Tuesday nights we'd play cards. He never wore a ring.
MARY BETH: You can't remember Mr. Purchase wearing a ring?
DEL OCHS: You can believe or not believe me. Don't play with my words. I never saw Lester Purchase with a ring.
MARY BETH: Yes sir. (pointing to some cake slices) Those are nice.
DEL OCHS: They sure are.
MARY BETH: What do you give for those?
DEL OCHS: Special today. The DA's Special we call it.
(Mary Beth wags a finger at him an laughs)

[Viewing gallery]

(Chris is looking through the one-way window)
CHRISTINE: Number five.
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: Do you wanna take another second?
CHRISTINE: Number five!
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: Thank you, ma'am.
CHRISTINE: You're welcome.
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: (to a uniformed officer) That'll do now. (into intercom) Keep number five in the pen.
CHRISTINE: Hm. You get all the easy cases, don't you?
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: Oh, no! This'll get gummed up. And then we have to find who hired him.
CHRISTINE: Who hired him?! You're supposed arrest the Costa Rican boyfriend.
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: I called him in, you know. He claims that when he heard about the shooting his first thought was 'It should have been me'.
CHRISTINE: What?!
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: He said that the shooter mistook Gabriel Ramos for himself. That he had been threatened to keep away from Darcy Wiley or else he'd end up dead.
CHRISTINE: Ah! He did that to save a friend.
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: No, he didn't have a name. Course he didn't. But he offered a detailed description of giant guy, fat big, not muscle big who claimed to be a private investigator.
CHRISTINE: Did he have a name?
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: No, I said he didn't have a name, just a description. He claims that he saw this guy following Darcy eighteen months ago. Now I'm supposed to locate this unnamed PI and find out who hired him to threaten my prime suspect. (picking up the file) I don't believe any of this.

[Precinct detectives' room]

CHRISTINE: But like you said, it's an easy one. I should relax and enjoy it. Still, you never know?

[Darcy's apartment]

(Matthew is playing the piano. Chris has just come in and comes up behind him. She puts her arms round his neck from behind and he stops playing and crosses his arms and put them on Chris's)
CHRISTINE: Rough day?
MATTHEW WILEY: Huh! It goes so slowly when you're not here.
(he kisses her hand)

[Entrance hall of a court building]

MARY BETH: (going up the staircase with Ron Talley) Now the important thing is keep breathing, that's all. OK? ...Are you all right? ...You look good, Ron.
RON TALLEY: Really?
MARY BETH: Yes. Now you just wait here a sec while I go see if I can tell how soon before you're called. Tuck your shirt in. Sit down!

[Courtroom]

(Mary Beth comes in, just inside the door)
MIKE FOY: I'm opening an envelope and removing a ring. I'm holding a gold ring, fairly large size, with faceted edges and an inscription inside.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: (handing him a magnifying glass) Can you read the inscription?
MIKE FOY: It says 'twelve twenty-eight fifty-nine'.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Is this the ring found at the home of Grace Pound?
MIKE FOY: Yes, it is.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Your Honour, enter it into evidence as State, fifty-nine. No further questions.
(Mary Beth leaves)

[The Duo's office]

MARY BETH: You walked out here yesterday with the key to the file cabinet.
CHRISTINE: Yes ...I ...did. Sorry.
MARY BETH: (as Chris opens her handbag) Give it to me, please.
CHRISTINE: (giving her the key) Here. Hello to you too.
MARY BETH: Thanks. ...Christine.
CHRISTINE: What?
MARY BETH: Christine, I believe that the wedding ring I found is planted evidence.
CHRISTINE: What?!!!
MARY BETH: I spoke with a very credible witness. Lester Purchase didn't wear a ring.
CHRISTINE: The ring ...is in evidence.
MARY BETH: (opening the file) The autopsy mentions arthritis. Now look at his hands. See his hands?
CHRISTINE: Well, his joints are swollen but a lot of people with swollen joints wear rings.
MARY BETH: How did Bolger get the ring off?
CHRISTINE: Well, I don't know.
MARY BETH: (getting out a tape cassette) Do you remember the interview with Mrs. Purchase?
CHRISTINE: Yeah.
MARY BETH: I wanna play you a piece of it. (as she reaches for the cassette tape player) Excuse me.
CHRISTINE: Please, Mary Beth!
MARY BETH: Listen to her.
MRS. PURCHASE: (on tape) On the inside it says 'twelve twenty-eight, fifty-nine. That's our wedding date'.
MIKE FOY: (on tape) Do you have the ring in your possession?
MRS. PURCHASE: (on tape) No, sir.
MIKE FOY: (on tape) Was your husband wearing that ring the last time you saw him?
MARY BETH: Here.
MRS. PURCHASE: (in a strained voice) God, make me strong. (in a clear voice) Er, yes, sir.
MARY BETH: (stopping the tape) A little prayer?
CHRISTINE: She's just heard in the news! Somebody found his ring!! 'Dear God, make me strong'
MARY BETH: Or here comes the lie I have to tell. 'Dear God, make me strong'.
(Mary Beth rewinds the tape replays it)
MRS. PURCHASE: (in a strained voice) ...God, make me strong. (in a clear voice) Er, yes, sir.
CHRISTINE: Mary Beth, you found the evidence.
MARY BETH: Mike Foy led me to it. I think he planned the whole thing.
CHRISTINE: Hold it. ...Hold it! ...Did he enter the room before you?
MARY BETH: I went first.
CHRISTINE: Was there ever a time that he was alone with the shoeboxes?
MARY BETH: I was there the whole time.
CHRISTINE: Did you see him drop anything into the box?
MARY BETH: No.
CHRISTINE: Well then, cut it out!!!
MARY BETH: Where's the key to the file cabinet?
CHRISTINE: I gave it to you two seconds ago.
MARY BETH: I don't have it. Check your drawer.
CHRISTINE: It's not in my drawer. I just remember I gave it to you! How did that get in my drawer?
MARY BETH: Was there ever a time that I was alone with that drawer?

[Douglas Trayne's office]

DOUGLAS TRAYNE: The jury's already seen the ring. It's out there. Are you certain?
MARY BETH: It's a moral certainty, sir. I can't tell I you saw anything. I didn't.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Does Foy know what you know?
CHRISTINE: We haven't said anything.
MIKE FOY: We thought, in the event that he was charged, sir,...
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Hey, hey, I don't wanna hear about it. You're talking about charging the chief detective in a capital case. ...Well, there's nothing to do but drop it.
CHRISTINE: There's no direct evidence that it was planted.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: If Lacey can make her case to you, don't you think that Kapowitz can find a half a dozen people who knew the victim never wore a ring! We're dropping it! Or we're gonna pay for the State time. Kapowitz is way too smart. We're gonna pay for this.

[Laceys' lounge]

(Alice is practising the piano. Mary Beth is sitting beside her with a glass of wine)
HARVEY: (coming up) When are they putting you on the stand?
MARY BETH: Tomorrow. No, keep going, Alice, that's sounding good.
HARVEY: I'm sorry, Mary Beth, you're being used. By Foy. By the DA. You're just part of the politics. I hate what they're to ya.

[Courtroom]

JAN KAPOWITZ: Have you ever seen members of the Police Department plant evidence?
MARY BETH: (she leans to the microphone to give her answers) No sir.
JAN KAPOWITZ: In twenty years as an officer in the New York Police Department have you ever seen a fellow officer move or alter or fabricate evidence?
MARY BETH: No sir.
JAN KAPOWITZ: Are you aware of how restrictive the rules of evidence are, Mrs. Lacey?
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Objection. Vague!
JUDGE BRICE: Overruled.
MARY BETH: I'm aware of the rules of evidence...
JAN KAPOWITZ: Are you aware...
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Hey, can we let the witness finish, Your Honour?
(Judge Brice nods)
MARY BETH: I'm aware of the rules of evidence and I obey them.
JAN KAPOWITZ: Are you aware that most officers consider these rules unfair ...and impossibly restrictive?
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Objection! Foundational.
JUDGE BRICE: Sustained.
JAN KAPOWITZ: Well ...then ...did you witness any officer in this case plant evidence?
MARY BETH: No sir!
JAN KAPOWITZ: Did you plant a wedding ring at the home of Grace Pound?
MARY BETH: No sir, I did not!!
JAN KAPOWITZ: Mrs. Lacey, are you aware of any statements by the District Attorney that the first person to be executed in this State under it's new capital crimes law will have to be of the white race?
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Objection! Foundational! Irrelevant badgering!
JAN KAPOWITZ: I withdraw the question. ...Did you refer to my strategy in this case as 'white trash defence'?
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Objection! When? Where? Foundational.
JAN KAPOWITZ: I'll establish foundation, Your Honour.
JUDGE BRICE: Proceed.
JAN KAPOWITZ: Have we seen each other before, Mrs. Lacey?
MARY BETH: A couple of times.
JAN KAPOWITZ: And was one of those occasions inside the courthouse in the presence of Miss. Pound?
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
JAN KAPOWITZ: And, on that occasion, did you use the term, 'white trash defence'.
(Chris squirms)
MARY BETH: That wasn't me, sir.
JAN KAPOWITZ: Oh! But you heard those words?
MARY BETH: (after a pause) I'm not sure of the exact words.
JAN KAPOWITZ: White trash? Do you remember those words?
MARY BETH: Yes sir.
JAN KAPOWITZ: Do you remember who said those words?
MARY BETH: (after a pause) It was said in a light manner, sir.
JAN KAPOWITZ: Did Miss. Pound react to it in a light manner?
MARY BETH: No sir.
JAN KAPOWITZ: Would you like being called 'white trash'?
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Objection. Badgering.
JUDGE BRICE: Sustained.
JAN KAPOWITZ: Who used the words, white trash?
(Chris nods)
MARY BETH: Lieutenant Christine Cagney, sir.

[Entrance hall of a court building]

MARY BETH: (walking past him) You're a disgrace, Michael!
MIKE FOY: I don't appreciate that.
MARY BETH: I'm ashamed to work with you!
MIKE FOY: Come on, you know as well as I do Trayne's case was falling apart. He's got his thumb up his arse.
MARY BETH: (as Chris walks ) Yeah?! What if this destroys the case? You talked Mrs. Purchase into lying. What are you gonna tell her to say if they put her on the stand?!
MIKE FOY: She's not gonna testify. They wouldn't take the chance. Come on, you did just fine there. They took their best shot at you and you got out alive.
MARY BETH: You are a sworn officer of the law. (Chris has paused and they come up to her) What about your shield? Did think about your oath and your shield?!
MIKE FOY: (Chris is listening) It defeats the law, Mary Beth, and you rue it every time.
MARY BETH: Wrong, Michael! No! The only time it ever works is when the police do what they are sworn to do!! Come on, Chris. (Mary Beth stalks to the lift and bangs the Down button. Chris catches her up) Sorry, Lieutenant, about what happened there.
CHRISTINE: Don't you ever apologise to me for telling the truth.
(Mary Beth holds out her hand. Chris shakes it)

[Darcy's apartment]

CHRISTINE: That private investigator that you hired, Mr. Yap?
MATTHEW WILEY: Mm hm.
CHRISTINE: You used the word 'gross'.
MATTHEW WILEY: Yes.
CHRISTINE: He was big.
MATTHEW WILEY: Right.
CHRISTINE: And fat?
MATTHEW WILEY: I just said 'gross'.
CHRISTINE: How do you know? You never saw him!
MATTHEW WILEY: Well, I definitely knew him.
CHRISTINE: (unbelievingly) Yes?
MATTHEW WILEY: I suppose, when we talked on the phone, he told me.
CHRISTINE: Huh.
(Chris nods knowingly)

[The duo's office]

MARY BETH: (into phone) Yeah. ...I sure will. (Chris comes in) Oh, hang on, Lee. (she hands the receiver to Chris) Lee Moyer. He called twice already.
CHRISTINE: (shaking her head and whispering) I'm not here.
MARY BETH: (into phone) She's not here, Lee. What can I say? Um...
(Chris goes straight back out)

[Ladies room]

(Chris is wiping her eyes. Mary Beth comes in)
CHRISTINE: (in an emotional voice) I can't talk to him right now, Mary Beth. I know I have to talk to him and I will! I can't do it now.
MARY BETH: You don't have to talk to anybody, Christine. That's OK.
CHRISTINE: I'm acting like Mike Foy.
MARY BETH: You are not.
CHRISTINE: He was just trying to hold a case there that was falling apart. At least he was on the right side. I've been withholding information about a suspect in a murder trial. I've been protecting ...a suspect. That's why Moyer wants to me! I didn't have any choice. I wish I was dead.
MARY BETH: I'll go with ya to see Moyer. But you have got to tell me everything.
CHRISTINE: I think the father of Darcy Wiley hired a private investigator to have the boyfriend killed.
MARY BETH: And you've been protecting him?
CHRISTINE: Yeah, I've been protecting him. I've been sleeping with him.
MARY BETH: Did you think you had a future with this man?
CHRISTINE: No! That isn't why I did it!! No, I do not have a future with him.
MARY BETH: You know that what you have done is obstruction of justice.
CHRISTINE: I didn't care!!!
MARY BETH: Do you care now?
CHRISTINE: (tearfully) Yes. (beginning to break down) Sorry. Will you go with me to see Moyer?
MARY BETH: We can't go now. Trayne has to see us before court starts today.
CHRISTINE: (composing herself) You're right.

[Douglas Trayne's office]

DOUGLAS TRAYNE: I made my opening statement on Monday, ...the fifth. I've learned Mr. Ochs called this office last week. If you had met with him earlier, I could have kept the jury from hearing about the ring. I'd like an explanation.
CHRISTINE: I don't have an explanation.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: That's crap!! I don't accept that. I wanna know what you were doing on Friday, the second!
MARY BETH: I apologise, sir. My daughter had a problem at school.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Four days, Mrs. Lacey!!! There were hundreds of messages, sir. Everybody in the body was swamped.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: That's right, it was a lot of work. That's what you're paid to do! A lot of work! (to Chris) What's your excuse?
MARY BETH: We're human beings, sir.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to her.
CHRISTINE: I don't have an excuse.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Don't give me that. You're posturing. I'm not gonna let you pull that.
CHRISTINE: No sir.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: I have serious questions about your professionalism and your competence!
CHRISTINE: (with her head bowed) I had to do it.
MARY BETH: Come on, Christine. It's nothing special. This is unfair.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: This isn't fair?
MARY BETH: No sir!! She has a right to put up a defence. She won't do it. Come on, Chris. Do you understand, sir!
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: (shouting after them as they go out) Cagney wants to pull herself together. I simply have no explanation...
(the door closes)

[Precinct House corridor]

MARY BETH: Don't make it all complicated with Lee Moyer. Just tell him what you know and spare him the love story. I'm coming with ya.
CHRISTINE: No. This is mine.
MARY BETH: I know. I'd like to stand by.
CHRISTINE: (almost under her breath) OK.

[Precinct detectives' room]

CHRISTINE: I know Mr. Wiley is in town if you wanna to talk to him.
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: Mm hm. Didn't you get my phone messages this morning.
CHRISTINE: I wanted to come in person.
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: The shooter talked. He fingered the old boyfriend as the man that hired him.
CHRISTINE: The Costa Rican?
DETECTIVE LEE MOYER: He said the hit would be dead bang simple.
MARY BETH: And so it was.
(Mary Beth gives Chris a reassuring pat)

[Chris's apartment]

(there is a knock at the door. She checks and opens it. Matthew is there)
CHRISTINE: Hi.
MATTHEW WILEY: Hi. My kids called today.
CHRISTINE: Did you have a nice talk?
MATTHEW WILEY: Oh yes, they said they missed me and I was glad. No panic.
CHRISTINE: Going home?
MATTHEW WILEY: (nodding) Yeah.
CHRISTINE: Well, that's great. It wasn't so bad here, was it?
MATTHEW WILEY: Christine, I don't know why you sent to me ...but I know for certain that you were.
CHRISTINE: It's good that you're going home.
(they have a quick kiss and smile at each other and he goes. She closes the door and begins to cry)

[Laceys' lounge]

(Mary Beth comes home. She has a bunch of flowers. She hugs Harvey from behind)
MARY BETH: You have to let me do my job, Harve. You have to respect that I ...follow the law ...whether that's gonna mean that a person's executed or ...the rotten cop gets exposed or...
HARVEY: I do. (he turns round) Listen to me, sweetheart. There's never been anyone that I respect like you.
MARY BETH: The kid in her room?
HARVEY: Mm hm. She's doing her own version of the self-imposed exile, I guess.
MARY BETH: I went way overboard, huh?
HARVEY: No, not really. She doesn't like seeing a big fight between us.
MARY BETH: Well,... (she gives him a peck) Do you wanna invite her in to see us make up?
HARVEY: (giggling as they kiss) No!
MARY BETH: I take it back.

[Courtroom]

DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Mrs. Seguin, on the morning of the morning of June fourth you were waiting for the number ninety-four bus. What attracted your attention about the young man?
MRS. SEGUIN: He was watching these guys taking in the delivery boxes. I saw him watching.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: And is that young man in the courtroom today?
MRS. SEGUIN: Yes sir.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: Would you identify him for us, please?
MRS. SEGUIN: He's the boy at the table (pointing) with the grey suit.
DOUGLAS TRAYNE: For the record, the witness has identified Raymond Bolger.

[The duo's office]

(they com in)
MARY BETH: Package for ya.
CHRISTINE: Oh! So what do you think. I saw you watching the jury.
MARY BETH: I think Mr. Trayne is not giving an inch. I'm impressed. What do you think? (Chris has opened the package) Oh, what's that?
CHRISTINE: It's a camera. (it's the one Matthew had on the tripod) A gift.
MARY BETH: (coming round beside her) There's a picture here.
CHRISTINE: Yeah, of a building.
MARY BETH: No, it's of you! It's a good one.
CHRISTINE: He never took a picture of me! (looking into camera) I see you! Ha, ha, ha!! It's this damn camera! Ha! (she opens a card that's in the box) 'Memories of you'.
MARY BETH: Go ahead.
CHRISTINE: 'This gift does not compare with the gift that you gave me. ...Matt'.
MARY BETH: Matt?
CHRISTINE: Matt.

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