All language subtitles for Cagney and Lacey s04e05 Fathers & Daughters

Why? You got a confession.

The DA's office is happy. What motive?
What? Yes, sir, we got a confession.

What we didn't get was a motive. We have
a motive.

Okay.

Why aren't I happy? Are you blaming us?

Who else?

Two confessions.

Back where we started. Only now we got
two motives to go with the two

confessions. Everybody's ladies around
by the nose. The mother, the daughter, a

priest. No matter how long I do this, no
matter how many horrors I think,

sometimes, every once in a while, I get
one, and I think...

When am I going to get tough?

Want to hear my idea?

What?

We don't have to move from this exact
spot.

Whatever do you mean?

We have absolutely no romance.

Well, I thought that's what I was
talking about.

You know, I keep reading all these
columns about, you know, how women

more out of love than just a quick roll
in the hay, you know, like flowers. For

heaven's sake.

You brought me flowers last night. No,
candy.

Watch your teeth.

Breakfast in bed.

Are you going to cook?

I'm going to have it delivered. I'm a
modern man.

Of course you are. I am.

Oh, come on.

Croissants, coffee, quiche, and juice
served by a butler in

bed in a tuxedo who is about to arrive
in about ten minutes.

Are you kidding me? I am not kidding.

And I think we should at least be
presentable before he comes. Corey, come

You lied.

I am not. He's going to be here in ten
minutes.

Ten minutes?

Ten minutes.

Maybe he'll be late.

The lady's still in the shower.

Do you think it could be changed and set
up?

It's too late.

Look, I really want this to be something
special, okay?

Put these on the crate.

Chris, breakfast is ready.

Is there something we should do or
should we just get back in bed?

Okay.

Ta -ta.

I don't know what to do.

No,

I do not.

I know, either way, it doesn't matter to
me. I'm trying to make appropriate

responses here. I just want to look at a
corpse, okay? Oh, you really are a joy

this morning. Well, I hate suicide.

Nothing impresses me more than suicide.
Posted a nice jolly murder?

Yeah. At least I can understand what it
feels like to want to kill somebody.

Yeah? Anybody I know. Yeah.

The partner, Mr. Arming, and
understanding on Monday morning.

We surprised everybody in the building.

Detectives Lacey and Cagney, 14th.
Upstairs, 17B.

It's such a shame.

A real shame.

Very nice people, the Tantans, you know.

They tip very well.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Oh, I love New York.

Oh,

Lord,

that's... What's his name?

Sinclair, the medical examiner.

A terrible pun.

Thank you. If I'm excusing it.
Expression.

Father?

Ah, the lady detectives Casey and Lacey.

Cagney and Detective Lacey. So what do
we have?

I assure you, you don't want to look. A
handgun to the temple is very messy.

Have any idea on motive?

You might say he lost his head.

Oh, come on, Sinclair. Will you give us
a break just this once?

You can't expect me to just pass those
things up, can you?

There's a note in the typewriter.

Has anyone touched it?

Deceased and widowed. She found him.

She's in her bedroom.

Separate bedroom.

Look, if I get the body downtown now, I
can have her preliminary for you by this

afternoon.

Are you through with your photographs?

Sure you want to do that?

I'm going to try to read what's left of
his mind.

I got home about 10 o 'clock last

night.

And Peter had told me that he was going
to be working and he doesn't like me to

disturb him when he's working. So I went
right to bed.

I woke up about, I guess it was 4 o
'clock, and I went in to get a drink of

water, and I saw that he wasn't in his
room, but I didn't worry because he

falls asleep in the study. And then it
was 6

when

I found him.

We appreciate how hard this is on you.

Well, we have to do it.

Do you have any idea why your husband
would want to kill himself?

It was an act.

Yes, it was an act.

But it was pretty vague.

He said there was no purpose anymore.

You lived with a man for 25 years.

Doesn't feel right.

I agree. I don't like the idea of a
tight suicide note.

Yeah, with no signature. Plus, listen to
this here.

I apologize to my daughter, Jane, and my
wife, Julie, for all the pain I have

caused. I have been neither a good
father nor a good husband, for which I

forgiveness from you both.

Now, what kind of a man's going to worry
about a dangling honeycomb when he's

about to kill himself?

Be careful, ma 'am. Who then splashes
himself all over the room?

I don't buy it.

Cab, ladies.

No, thanks. We got our own.

We find out what kind of wife wakes up
at 4 a .m. and then waits two hours to

check on her husband.

Mary Beth, not everybody's as happily
married as you and Harvey. What are you

fighting with me for? You're the one
that won on the homicide, which we

even going to get anyway because the
lieutenant wants the Likovsky report

Well, we will work on the Likovsky
report until the autopsy's done, then

get on it. What's the problem?

Hello, Dr. Likovsky.

Jane, have you got the report on the
Likovsky case yet? I'm working on it

now, sir. Okay, I want to see it this
afternoon, huh? On your desk.

Did you talk to the medical examiner?

Yeah, he said give him half an hour.

He said... Oh, never mind.

What'd he say?

He said he had a good head start on it.

Very sick man.

We're sorry to have to intrude again,
Mrs. Tanton, but in light of the medical

examiner's report, we need to ask you a
few more questions, okay?

Do you know anybody who would want to
harm your husband?

No. He was a very powerful man.

No known enemies? None at all?

No.

Business? Did he ever discuss any
problems regarding business with you?

No.

And there was no sign of a forced entry
and nothing was missing?

Not that I'm aware of, no.

Well, it would appear that... Whoever
shot your husband was someone that he

probably knew.

Did he mention anyone coming to visit
him here last night?

No.

Well, Mrs. Tan, we're going to have to
talk to a few other people. The business

associates, friends, your daughter Jane.
Jane.

Why would you bring her into this?

Her father may have said something to
her. No.

They...

rarely spoke to each other.

Yes, ma 'am. We'd still like to talk to
her.

No. Beg your pardon?

I'm afraid I can't allow that. She's a
very emotional girl.

I'm sorry, but it's necessary.

It would help us if you could give us
the names and addresses of other...

Lieutenant.

It's no use.

Ma 'am?

You don't need to talk to anyone else.

He's done.

So, case closed.

Time to move on.

Yes, sir. Only I'm sure we are not
entirely satisfied, sir.

Why? You got a confession. The DA's
office is happy. What more do you want?

Yes, sir. We got a confession.

What we didn't get was a motive.

She told us she killed him. She told us
where the gun was. She typed the note.

She waited till more. Two hours.

But she refuses to say why she killed
him.

They've been married for what, 24, 25
years? Tell her, Lacey, it happens in a

marriage sometimes.

True, sir, but all we're trying to say
is, we asked her why, she said it wasn't

important, that nothing mattered but
that she'd done it. That's not

So with your permission, we'd like to
stay on it.

Yeah, but you still got the warehouse
break -ins, right? Yes, sir. And the

Social Security muggings?

And I have yet to see the Lentkowski
report on my desk, right?

Yes, sir.

So you still got time to mess around
with the case that's all wrapped up,

With all due respect, sir, we would
really like... Wait, Lacey. You want to

some more work? Okay. Wait.

I got some more work for you. Okay.

Sir, no, really. That's fine. Thank you,
sir.

Annual performance evaluation.

Mary Beth Lacey, Christine Cagney.

Look them over.

Initial them. Return.

I don't think you're going to be too
unhappy.

Thank you, sir.

What do we do now, partner?

I cost you before, sir.

What's that?

Would you look at this?

There's 11 categories in this
evaluation. You got highest ratings in

and the second highest rating in the
other one. Communication skills. He says

that I'm sometimes... What's he saying?

Brusque. I've never been brusque in my
life.

If I were a man, he wouldn't call me
brusque. He'd say that I was aggressive.

Mary Beth, let me ask you. You tell me
the truth.

Do you find me brusque?

Well, Christine, I understand how you
feel, but sometimes you are a little

than tactful. But never brusque.

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

Oh, Peggy, come on in.

Yes. Listen, I've been thinking about
it, and maybe I was a little hasty. I've

been looking over the tent and file
again, and I don't like it either.

Take a day.

Talk to a few people, and then we'll
reevaluate.

Hey, Jory.

Hello, Mr. Cagney. Hi, how are you?

Say, uh, get him in for a drink?

Sure. Come on, place around the corner.
Come on.

I'm coming, I'm coming. Hold your
horses.

Oh, hey, Chris, come in.

Something wrong?

You're damn straight something's wrong.

What do you think you were doing
tonight?

You want some coffee?

I can either heat some up or make you
some fresh.

Answer me something.

Is it your plan to cross -examine every
one of my boyfriends? Oh, will you slow

down? All I did was buy the guy a cup of
coffee. What you were doing was trying

to find out if poor Dory's intentions
were honorable or something. Oh, come

Christine. Which is none of your
business.

Now, just you wait one minute, young
lady.

It sure as hell is my business.

It's a father's business to know who his
daughter's...

Associating with? Sleeping with. That's
what you wanted to say.

I am an adult. And I'm a father. Your
father.

I raised you, Christina, and I love you.

And what do you do?

To some extent, always reflects back on
you.

Affects me.

I am hardly what you would call
promiscuous.

I am 38 years old, Daddy.

And anybody I choose to spend my time
with... Who you choose to sleep with.

It's nobody's business but my own.

Charlie, you're the one that told me
that a parent's job was to become

You said that it had to end.

Yes, you did.

At 18 or 21 or somewhere, it's got to
end.

Not if you care.

If you care, it never ends. Just the job
description changes a little. If I'd

wanted you to meet Dory, I would have
introduced you.

I just wasn't ready.

Oh, now that's terrific. That is really
terrific.

He's good enough to sleep with, but he's
not good enough to meet me, huh? I tell

you, Chris, there's something wrong with
a guy who comes crying to you because I

buy him a cup of coffee. You know what
he told me? Because he thought it was

nice.

I don't.

You leave him alone, Charlie.

Oh, yeah?

Well, then answer me this.

How can you get serious about anybody
who roots for the lousy Boston Celtics?

It's him. You.

Do you know what you've done?

Do you have any idea what you have done?
This is a false arrest.

You have the wrong person in custody.

Now, I was a law student.

I'll run a writ of habeas corpus and
then a civil suit for every penny you...

Wait a minute, lady.

Your mother confessed to shooting your
father.

Well, she didn't.

She couldn't have. He killed himself.

He couldn't live with himself any
longer, so he did the work... Miss Penn,

have a medical examiner's report inside.

I'm sorry.

It could not have been suicide.

Well, that doesn't mean my mother did
it.

couldn't have. I mean, if you knew what
kind of a person. The kindest, gentlest

soul. We appreciate how hard this is on
you, Miss Tanton. Did she tell you she

has a heart condition?

That this kind of a thing could kill
her?

We will call Rikers. We'll have a doctor
examine her. You don't understand! My

mother would never hurt anybody!

Never!

My father ruined

her life.

He made it. hell for her, and she never
once confronted him.

She never even complained.

I used to beg her to leave him, and she
said she couldn't, that we had to love

him no matter what. because that's the
way he was. Now, can you understand

Miss Tanton, we're trying to understand,
but why would she tell us that she

killed him? He was a painful, evil man,
a liar. I'm asking about your mother,

Miss Tanton. What is it that he did? Did
he beat her? He deserved to die. The

man was pure as evil. He deserved worse
than the police. Nobody deserves to die.

There must be a reason why she killed
him. She didn't kill him. She confessed

it.

Miss Tanton, you think maybe you'd
better go home now? No.

No, I won't. Jane. No, are you deaf?

No. Don't you listen to me? Yes.

My mother is trying to protect me.

She didn't kill the bastard.

I did.

What, so you're blaming us?

Who else?

Two confessions.

Let's say one of our confessed
murderers... No, worse, worse, worse.

Both of our ladies.

Changes her mind.

Then what?

Who do I file against?

What, pick one? Anyone?

And then what?

I'll tell you what.

Smart defense lawyer takes it to a
bleeding heart jury.

How can we ever really know what
happened on that fateful night? Is it

better that a hundred guilty women be
set free than one poor, unfortunate,

unfairly convicted?

Excuse me, but how exactly is it our
fault?

I will reiterate.

I am not going to trial like this.

Okay? So you either tie them in together
or you blow the air out of one of their

stories. We will all pray to get out of
this without looking like a bunch of

jerks. Capisce?

I appreciate it, ladies.

Bye.

And good luck.

Yes, Miss Manchester.

All right, thank you.

Bingo, it is confirmed.

We have a motive.

Okay.

Why aren't I happy?

Mary Beth, come on.

You never believed Jane's confession.

I never believed Jane's confession, so
we were right.

You think the mother's confession is for
real?

I don't know.

She sure had a damn good reason for
murdering her husband.

So, we go confront Jane, and we get her
to retract.

Oh, I really hate this.

Hey, not my favorite thing either.

You want to be bad cop or good cop?

I don't know. It's up to you.

Take your pick.

I am telling you, I did it.

Now, what more do you bloodsuckers want?

You have to let my mother go.

No, Miss Tan, we don't have to do
anything of the kind.

Especially since I don't believe you.

I did it.

It's my fault.

Good. Fine, Jane.

Are you familiar with the name of Denise
Manchester?

27 years old, part -time model.

I love it.

She's living in the village in an
apartment rented under your father's

I know who she is. I'll bet you do.

Well, Miss Manchester was under the
impression your father was going to

your mother and marry her.

My mother told me.

Did she? Finally got lucky, I'd say.

You think that's how your mother felt?

After 25 years of marriage?

What are you, a mind reader?

You're close to your mother, you know,
you sympathize with her, and it's

that you would want to help her.

But you were a law student, is that
correct?

And you know what two confessions will
do to our case.

Miss Penn, are you okay?

Okay?

Oh, I'm fine.

It's you who's not okay.

You think you know everything, and
you're so stupid.

Oh, Cuddy. Oh, shut up and listen to me.

You don't know what...

Denise Manchester had two little girls.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Miss Tanton, did your father... I'm
trying to say,

did your father... He molested me.

He was a horrible, disgusting man.

I hated him.

Every night I prayed to God he wouldn't
do it anymore.

I wanted him to die.

Oh, Lord, I'm sorry.

Sorry.

My father forced me to have sex with him
from the age of ten until I

could get out of the house.

Only it wasn't over then.

All the hate and the mess and

the guilt.

My life is a disaster.

Two years of law school, that's all.

I never finish anything.

My marriage.

Man, I think about that horrible

filth that I want to die.

More than that, I want him dead.

He is dead.

Jane, did you kill him?

When I heard about Denise Manchester and
her two daughters and two

little innocent girls, I couldn't let
him do that again.

I went there to tell him that I was
going to expose him if he went ahead

the wedding.

And do you know what he did?

at me.

You okay?

The first time I worked on an incest
case was a kid not yet nine years old.

She'd be about the age that Jane Tanton
is now, and I was wondering if she still

hurts today the way that woman does.

Oh, I don't know.

No matter how long I do this, there are
not how many horrors I see.

Sometimes, every once in a while, I get
one, and I think, when am I going to get

tough? I mean, why do I keep subjecting
myself?

Family. Family stuff is the worst.

Husbands and wives and children and
parents is the stuff that's supposed to

life good, right?

And instead it just gets all twisted up
and it's not muggly.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'll be okay.

You're okay.

Don't worry about the rest of it.

Good afternoon.

Mr. Montgomery?

Yes. Detective Cagney. How do you do,
Detective?

Detective Lacey. Detective?

Hello.

I've got five.

Hello, Julia.

Go stand.

Sit down.

I want to go on record again that my
client is talking to you over my

objections. Got it, Mr. Montgomery.

All right.

Mrs. Tanton, you've read your daughter's
statement?

Yes. I didn't want... I'm so sorry.

Janie had to tell the... to strangers.

You knew about it all the time, didn't
you? No.

Never. I didn't know anything until
then.

Until that night.

I came home early, and they were
shouting so loud, they didn't even hear

in.

At first I was frightened. I didn't even
recognize their voices, so I listened.

And I... I couldn't believe what Janie
was accusing him of.

It was... too horrible.

And then she was gone. We didn't even
see each other.

And I went into the study.

And there was someone there that I'd
never seen before in my

life.

Never.

In 25 years.

Peter just looked at me.

He didn't even seem surprised to see me.

And he said, Julia, this is all your
fault.

The whole thing.

You didn't satisfy me.

You were always too thick.

I was too thick.

I remembered all the times that Janie
had asked me to take her with me.

Asked me not to leave her alone.

With him.

She begged me to send her to boarding
school, to send her to camp, anywhere.

And it never...

I got Peter's gun from his bedroom, and
I came back into the study.

And he was sitting there at his desk.

Working.

And I came up behind him. Uh, Julia, I
don't mean to... No, Stanley, the only

thing that matters now is that they
believe me.

You must believe me. I shot him. I shot
him!

But you didn't say why.

I wanted to protect her.

Her reputation.

That's all I can do for her now, you
see.

But you see, now she has confessed.

But she's lying.

My daughter is lying to save.

Me. Can you imagine?

To save me.

Okay, so where were we?

Well, sir, um... We're back where we
started. Only now we got two motives to

with the two confessions.

We've got to go for independent
corroboration, a third party.

Otherwise, all we've got here is a mess.

We talked to the girlfriend.

Her two daughters are in the custody of
her ex -husband, and she swears neither

child was ever left alone with Tanton.
She is, of course, shocked, angry about

the accusation. She says impossible.

The man wasn't like that. She thinks the
mother and daughter are making an off,

trying to get off.

So, I see two avenues of exploration.

The doorman and Tanton's co -op. Yes,
sir.

And also the live -in maid.

Yeah, Isabella.

Isabella Aragon.

And the only other dress we have on her
didn't pan out. They never heard of her.

Sounds like an illegal alien situation,
which means she doesn't want to be

found. Plus, we don't know for sure she
was even there that night. No chance she

did it.

I don't think so.

According to Mrs. Tanton, she speaks no
English.

Remember the type note? It was perfect
English.

All the way down to the non -dangling
participle.

I thought this one was going to be a
grounder.

Okay.

Get on it. Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

So where do you want to start?

Check the co -op again.

Here we are, ladies.

You sure about the maid?

Oh, I'd never miss a looker like that.

I've got ESP, you know what I mean?

No.

Extrasensual prescription.

Ah. Now, that young beauty was nipping
out the back way carrying a paper bag

full of clothes. Would have been very
hard to miss a baby doll like that.

Well, thank you, Mr. MacDonald.

Where is Isabella's room? Just back that
way. Thank you.

I always like to help the boys in blue,
as it were.

I have an uncle in the force. Thank you,
Mr. MacDonald.

So she was here that night.

So she'll know.

Maybe she'll know.

If we can find her.

Even if we do, I doubt she's going to
testify.

Right now, I'd tell her to call me.

Hey, Mary Beth.

Yeah. What I found.

What?

Oh.

Padre George Tate.

What'd that say?

Sociedad... Salvadorian Aid Society.

Salvadorian, you see?

So let's call them. Yeah.

Excuse me, Father Tate?

Yes, can I help you?

Yes, I'm Detective Cagney. This is
Detective Lacey.

We're hoping that you could help us find
someone.

I see.

Then I'm afraid I...

Excuse me, Father.

We're not with Immigration and
Naturalization.

We're working on a homicide
investigation.

But Mr. Tantman, he and his wife had a
live -in maid named Isabel Aragon, and

she could be of help to his father.

We don't want to deport her. We want to
talk to her. You realize that for most

of the people I deal with at the
Salvadoran Aid Society, the distinction

the INS and the NYPD is very blurred.

There's not a lot of trust there.

Do they trust you?

I don't know if I can trust you.

I don't know her.

But you could find her.

Maybe. But it would be on my terms.

Which are?

She's free to go after she's answered
your questions. No detention.

That may not be our choice, sir. It will
be, the way I set it up.

Excuse me, Father.

Sorry. Father.

I should tell you, I don't like being
dictated to. Well, who does?

But you're the ones with the problem.

Listen to me.

I'm not stupid.

I know the advantage of having cops in
my debt.

The Salvadoran Aid Society is my own
crusade.

It isn't sanctioned by my church.

So I learned the hard way that if I
don't take care of these people and

then nobody else will.

Now, if I find Isabella Aragon, I want
guarantees, and the only guarantees I

trust are my own.

Now, if that isn't acceptable, then go
in peace.

And may God be with you.

I'll get me a candy bar. You want a
candy bar? Relax, Christine. The priest

he'd call tonight.

He said maybe he'd call.

Definite maybe. Relax.

How can I relax?

Do you want a candy bar or not?

Huh? Everybody's ladies around by the
nose. The mother, the daughter, a

Everybody's running this case at us.

I don't think we ever have much control.
Sometimes we just fool ourselves

better.

What's that supposed to mean? Deep and
philosophical?

No, it's something I was thinking about.

What, the reasoning behind it?

No, not a whole lot.

Christine, you remember when you asked
me if I thought you were ever brusque?

Brusque.

I'm sorry, I'm working on it.

So tell me your theory.

If you believe, which I do, that
orderliness is a matter of... It's a

story.

Nobody ever learned anything with their
mouth open, Christine.

Oh, hi, Mary Beth. Oh, hiya, Charlie.

Officer's owner?

Hi, Charlie.

Hey, uh, hey, you told me I'd find you
in here.

Yeah, we're, uh, working. We were
waiting for a phone call.

I want a coffee. You want some? I'll get
you a coffee, Charlie. Oh, no, no, no,

you don't have to leave. I, uh, got some
tickets for the Knicks game Friday

night. I just wanted to see if Christine
could possibly go.

Friday? Yeah.

Hey, yeah, good.

Terrific. Terrific.

Listen, Chris, do me a favor. Will you
hang on to the tickets for me just for

safekeeping? No, Charlie, you keep them.
Come on, honey, please. You know how I

am. I'd feel a lot better if you'd hold
them for me.

Okay.

Well, I've got a couple of guys waiting
outside for me. I'd better be there now.

I'll see you, Brian.

Merry Christmas. See you.

Bye, Charlie.

Nice.

Peace offering.

Hey, there are three tickets.

Home?

No kidding. Maybe he wants you to invite
somebody. Oh, do you think?

Oh, Charlie, guess who the Knicks are
playing?

The Celtics. Oh, well.

Detective Lacey, 14th Precinct.

How you doing, Father?

You talk to Isabella Aragon

She says she was there, she heard you
arguing, then she heard you leave, and

then she heard a gunshot.

You're bluffing.

If you could really prove anything, you
wouldn't have to talk to me.

You'd just release me.

Smart. Okay.

Your mother wants to plead guilty, and
the DA's office won't make a deal unless

you withdraw your plea.

But I did it.

It's my fault.

No, honey.

You may think it's your fault, but I
know you didn't do it.

No, get her out of here. Jane, please.

You cannot question me without my
lawyer.

We've already called him, Jane.

We're just going to sit here and wait
with you.

I know my rights, and this is
unconstitutional.

Not if we don't ask any questions.

We're just going to listen to anybody
who wants to talk.

Jane, listen to me.

Jane, you look so pale. Are you all
right?

See, this isn't going to do any good.

I miss him.

I miss talking to you. Mother, please.

Let me do this.

It's my fault.

It was never your fault.

I tempted him, he said.

Especially because you were sick.

You wouldn't, so I had to, he said.

I'm sorry, Mother. I'm sorry. I love
you. How could I have done this to you?

me?

You didn't do anything to me, Janie. It
was him. It was all him.

I hate myself. I disgust myself for
doing it. How could I have done it? He

you do it. I should have made him stop.

Janie, you were too little.

But I wish you had come to me,
sweetheart. I would have made him stop.

I couldn't... I couldn't tell you you
were too sick.

Jane, I'm your mother.

You didn't want to be my mother. You
wanted to be my friend.

But that's what I thought you wanted,
too.

We had such a good time together.

Didn't we have fun, Jane?

Believe he was... Say it.

A child molester.

Say it.

I'll damn it.

Did you know?

Oh, no. You had to know.

How could you not know? I swear to you,
I didn't know. Don't tell me you didn't.

know something.

No, you knew, you knew, and you just
didn't do anything about it because all

cared about was keeping your marriage
together. All you cared about was what

other people think.

Janie, if I had suspected, baby,

I would have taken you away.

I would have taken you away.

You've got to believe me, Jane.

Please. Please believe me, Jane. I
didn't know until I

heard you that night.

And then I had to kill him.

I killed him.

Miss Tanton, can I say something to her?

Jane, I think that your mother wants to
accept responsibility for her guilt.

And I know that you have to accept
responsibility for your innocence.

You didn't do anything. You didn't do
anything. You're not guilty of anything.

Let me do this.

Please.

You have to. to go on with the rest of
your life sweetheart

please if you could just find in your

heart to forgive me baby

just try to forgive me

You guys are fantastic.

I really mean it. Coffee on me.

We finish up the paperwork and Jane
Tanton walks.

The old lady cops to manslaughter and
does like time.

Now, she deserves worse, but at least I
don't have to take this in front of a

sympathetic jury, for which I am deeply
grateful.

Guess you guys can figure I owe you one,
huh?

Thanks. Cream, sugar?

No, thanks.

Best of all, I get off on my weekend on
time.

You guys did good.

Yes, sir.

Listen, I've got to get a move. I'm
going to beat the traffic on the LIE.

Listen, you guys have a good weekend,
too, right?

Congratulations. I'll talk to you next
week.

You got anything on for the weekend?

The ball game with my father.

Oh, don't think so.

How about you?

Got my steady date in Queens.

Oh, you had to be blind not to see it.
Two rats and not one of them blew the

whistle. Yeah, well, you two were the
only two people in the garden that saw

What are you talking about? Bird gave
him an elbow.

If he misses that shot, we're in
overtime.

Damn right.

Parrish had five. What are you kidding?
There wouldn't have been a thing. I'm

telling you, we should have walked away
with the game. No one would have even

been close.

Right, Pop.

More coffee?

Yeah, I'll have some.

Uh, no, that's okay. I told these guys
I'd meet them in the morning, go to

Jersey, look at some land. I got to hit
the rack early.

Oh, okay.

Yeah, well, I'll go with you.

We can share a cab together.

Oh, come.

Pop. Hold it. You stay out of this.

Now, you listen to me, pal.

It makes no difference to me when you
leave this apartment.

You can leave in five minutes, you can
leave in five hours. I don't care when

you leave.

But you are not going to leave the same
time I do because I wouldn't believe

that for a minute.

So, Officer Daughter, I'll see you in a
couple of days.

And you, I am telling you, bird through
an elbow.

Pop?