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We'll go to the USO, we'll go to the Siemens Institute, we'll go to bars on

Hudson. Why would a cabbie get out of his cab for a student? I don't know!

Mary Beth, it is called police work. Well, it happens to be my job. Your job

to protect people, not to drive around in a taxi cab waiting for somebody to

kill you!

What happened?

Michael didn't show up from school.

What about the local precinct? I tried them before.

They weren't down to his school. That's the last place he was seen, and that is

the best that they can do.

Broadway and 89th.

Go to the park.

What more do you say, huh?

You know,

I've been onto you from the start.

And when you walk in here and you sprinkle the place with powder and

you think you're the queen of the Nile. Huh?

Yeah, yeah, you know what I'm talking about.

You're sitting in your throne and you're swelling down. My liquor!

Look, mister, I... Oh, yeah? Hey, you want some rough house?

All right!

Come on! Yeah! What are you, crazy?

Yeah!

I'm pulling this cab over. You sit back where you belong.

You make me! Cut that out or I'll bust your head! Make me!

Ladies,

we've been waiting for you.

last run. Yeah, yeah, me too. Look, I got this drunk cowboy who offers me 20

bucks to drive him in reverse from Port Authority to Penn Station. He barked all

over the seat. Save the anecdotes for later.

Okay, this is where we are.

We got a tentative report from the medical examiner on the third murder.

The preliminary fiber samples taken from the cab all belong to the driver. No

help there yet.

Lieutenant, what about the latents on one and two? Do you know how many

fingerprints are on a New York City cab detective?

We're looking at weeks, if not months, before we can lift the common print.

The M .O. on number three was identical to one and two.

Driver found outside the cab.

Killed by a single blow to the head. No evidence of robbery.

So what we have here is a pathological killer who's going out there after cab

drivers, and I want him off the streets.

Keep driving? Keep driving. Eight o 'clock tomorrow morning, get out on the

streets. Any questions?

No, sir. Let's go into the office and check the maps.

You're a detective, Cagney. Yeah, well, I feel like a decoy. We ride around in

cabs all day long just waiting for this guy to hit again.

Why can't you let uniforms do it? Because uniforms are not trained in

investigation. You are. That's why you got that gold shield in your pocket.

Lieutenant, there are 10 ,000 cabs in this city. We've got 100 cops in them.

That's 101 odds.

You got a better idea?

Yeah.

We could be following up leads from forensic, checking psychiatric

that sort of thing.

I'm in the cab eight hours a day.

What's the matter? You never heard of overtime?

Okay.

All right, it's a lousy detail, okay? You got my sympathy.

But we're looking at a very ugly situation here. Already 20 % of the cab

are the ones that are going to work.

If we don't get this guy soon, we're going to have a city without cabbies.

Now, you find out a way of nailing this crud without driving a cab. You tell me

about it, all right?

Taxi. You can never get a cab when you want it.

Any luck? Are you kidding?

Cagney, it's a lousy detail and you've got my sympathy.

What? Eight o 'clock tomorrow morning. Back in the cabs.

Well, join the police force and see the world. Huh?

How's a guy get a cab driver out of his cab? I mean, has a New York City cab

driver ever gotten out, opened the door for you?

Once.

for an elderly person.

Wheelchair.

Nun, maybe.

Hardly your homicidal killer types.

How about somebody with groceries?

I got it.

A nun with groceries.

I think it's time to go home.

Me too.

I can just get a cab.

Don't you think Harv looks kind of like a younger Marlon Brando, though?

Definitely.

Chris is right in back of me in a backup car. This guy has already killed three

times. I mean, what is Chris going to do if this guy decides to kill you? Honk

the horn?

Honey, the man's M .O. is that he gets out the cab. Don't give me this M .O.

business. You are fake for a killer, plain and simple.

Well, it happens to be my job. Your job is to protect people, not to drive

around in a taxi cab waiting for somebody to kill you.

to tell you something i don't want to be there when they hand me the flag shake

my hand and tell me about the ultimate sacrifice detective lacey made for the

people of new york and neither does harvey jr and neither does michael

now don't show up i don't need you

the problem is i think he's losing

interest in me physically

Of course, he could be playing around a little on the side.

What do you think?

I really don't know.

Well, this is it.

23rd and 7th.

Hey, Mary Beth.

Knock it off, will you, Christine?

Do you want to take a break for lunch? No, I've got a better idea.

Follow me.

Yes, ma 'am.

Box the two, the six, and the nine for a $20 exact in the fourth race.

And a hundred to win on the two.

Yeah, that's it.

Want a nut? No, thanks. Max, you shouldn't waste your money betting on

Nobody's lucky enough to win.

Luck has nothing to do with it. I'm a scientist.

I study the racing form like I study a step, methodically.

Somewhere in there every day, there's a clue to the winner. Want a nut? What

have you got for us today?

I found a fiber.

Fibers occasionally lead to information.

But I should tell you, we're talking long shot here. Don't hold your breath.

What have you got that'll lead us to the killer?

The position of the body tells us in every case that the driver was bending

over, turning away. The depth of the wound indicates a strong man, at least

pounds. The angle of entry suggests tall.

I'd say 6 '1", 6 '2", 6 '5". What about the weapon?

The wound is deep and long.

Sort of like a knife pick, but with more weight behind it.

Have a hunch what it is?

I don't play hunches. Not at the track and not here. I make educated guesses,

usually correct, based on the scientific information.

This is some kind of specialized tool.

You tell us what to look for, we'll find it.

Well, imagine a hammer about 10 or 12 inches long, but a thin pointed tip.

It's a nightmare. You want to warm up some milk, huh?

You're bleeding.

He hit you. No, sweetheart, I'm not. Mom is right here. Look at me.

But I saw it.

Come here, brother.

Come here.

There we go.

Had a pretty nasty dream, huh?

Yeah. Well, what do you say I'll read you that book about the boy that built

treehouse, huh?

You used to love that one.

I'm told the stories.

Oh, I don't know. You know, sometimes when I've had a bad day, I...

Get your daddy to read to me.

Don't go to work tomorrow.

Huh?

I heard you fighting about the taxi driving last night.

Daddy says it's like being a sitting duck.

No, baby, it's not really dangerous. You know, I got a backup car, got a radio.

Why can't you ask Mr.

Samuels? They'll just wait out.

Like maybe you can answer the phones.

Well, Michael, you know that Lieutenant Samuels gives me my orders, right? So he

would never order me to do anything really dangerous.

Is he? You're going to get killed. No, I'm not. I know it. No, I'm not,

Please don't go out in the cab again.

Please. Okay, Michael, I won't. Okay?

I'll ask you 10 times. Give me something else to do.

You promise?

Mm -hmm.

Cross your heart?

Cross my heart.

Give me love.

Feel better?

I never lied to him before.

Well, it wasn't a total lie. You promised him that you'd ask Samuel.

going to say no.

So he asked.

How come I don't lie to the kids? It's something we said we'd never do.

Well, it'll work itself out.

Listen, I went to the library last night. I did some research on the murder

weapons. There are very few occupations that use a tool like Max described.

I'm in love with him about Santa Claus. Here, I made a list. Read that.

Read.

Archaeologists. Bricklayers.

Geologists.

Gold prospectors. Well, I suppose we could forget the gold prospectors.

His pants are cutting in. Yeah.

So, what do you say? You want to hit a couple of hardware stores?

You're not listening to me.

I heard every word that you said.

You and Harvey promised that you would never lie to him. You leveled with him

about Santa Claus. Okay, you heard, but you're not listening.

Mary Beth, he had a bad dream.

Huh? A nightmare. So you made up a little story to help him go back to

What's so wrong about that?

I have to make him understand about the work.

How do you make a nine -year -old understand the work we do?

Kids don't have the perspective.

What are you, Dr. Spock all of a sudden?

Hey, you want to make yourself miserable?

So be miserable.

For my money.

I think you're a terrific mother.

And if you're not doing the job... So, all right, we've got to hit the cabs.

Samuels, you know.

Terrific, Mother.

Come on, gorgeous. Time to get your fingertips dirty.

All right. I think you've outdone yourself with this number.

I'm a mime.

You're a big one.

You're a lousy one. Got it.

What's the difference?

Man in a box.

What do you think, Marcus?

I think his future is in picking pockets.

You're a philistine, Petrie. You've got no sense of the absurd. You're

completely overlooking the existential statement inherent in the man in the

You see, Marcus?

Arnie, please.

Sergeant, have you got a print pad?

Thank you.

You're supposed to be driving a cab, not studying archaeology. We're on our way

out, sir. How you doing, Arnie? Love the outfit.

Eight hours in a cab means eight hours in a cab.

What's this clown doing in here again?

Mind it.

Watch this, Lieutenant.

Eucalyptus tree in the wind.

Time is not supposed to talk.

Arnie, enough.

This could be your baby at the right angle. Where'd you find it? In a

store. We hit a bunch of them this morning. What are the chances that's the

prototype? Two to one.

Get off the rail, you bum. Someone ought to kill that jock.

Max, the right way.

22 ounces in the ballpark. Think rocks, and you're on the right track.

Geology. Three to two.

Can you beat that?

Max. Falls apart in a stretch like a cheap suit.

That's dog -bucked advice. Max, you get anything on the fiber?

Check with Connor on the first floor. It may have come in this morning.

Thank you, Max.

Bernie, I want to get down on this second. What's Dolly's gift going off

646 discreet fiber tracers found in the three victims' vehicles were able to

establish positive matching on 11 fibers.

Eight should be disregarded forensically due to generality in the sample, e .g.

polyester, orlon, decron, etc.

Get to the point, will you, Chris?

Of the three remaining fabrics in the sample, two are outside normal testing

limits for admissible evidence.

Leaving a pure wool, dye number 3346 blue.

Commonly found in U .S. Navy -issued heavy goods.

Who wears PJs?

I bet you 85 % of all old PJs are worn by these students.

Oh, Max would love to take that action. You're talking a serious long shot. We

got a PJ and we got a geology fix, so suddenly it's a geology student?

He's riding around as a decoy. That's our orders.

You realize this is not the only college in the city of New York with a geology

department. So we'll go to NYU, we'll go to Hunter's College, we'll go to City

College and make a nice list.

And what if it's a sailor who likes rocks?

We'll go to the USO, we'll go to the Siemens Institute, we'll go to bars on

Hudson. Why would...

We run down leads.

19 out of 20 of them don't even pay off. And it's the only way I know how to do

it. So let's just do it, okay?

One hour and 14 minutes before we get off the cabs.

Then I can quit feeling guilty and you can quit telling me how to do my job.

Right. One hour.

And it's cold rush hour. You want to sit bumper to bumper on 3rd Avenue? Because

I don't. So come on.

If you want.

Do you want to go with me?

I'm doing this for Michael, not for you.

Great.

Geology students.

I don't understand this stuff a percent.

Can you help me?

That's easy.

Percents are like ratios, like a part out of 100, see?

4 % just means 4 out of 100.

So like a sales tax of 8 % means you pay 8 cents for each dollar.

I thought you said out of 100.

Don't be dense. It was just a for instance.

Don't call me dense.

I'm trying to help you with your homework.

Oh, yeah, I'll forget it. Mama helped me.

You know where Mom hid the marshmallow cookies?

No.

What time is he coming home?

I don't know.

On October 9, a cab driver was found murdered in Manhattan.

John Freelick, aged 47, of the Bronx, was found bludgeoned to death beside his

cab under the West Side Highway.

This marks the third in what the police believe to be a related series of brutal

slayings that have terrorized the city's taxi drivers.

Freelick, father of three, had $41 on him at that time. The money was not

We have an exclusive interview for you today with John Freelick's widow. And

that interview, we go to Sandy Taylor on the scene in the Bronx.

Sandy?

Hey, what are you doing?

Kojak, son.

I'm calling Mom to find out what time she's coming home. You're not supposed

call her at work unless it's important.

Hi there, folks. This is Bob. Bob's previously owned cars. I want you to

look at a couple of cars we have down here. How about this beauty?

Call or break?

Power steering, AM, FM, stereo, air conditioning.

LaGuardia, 14th Squad.

Is Detective Lacey there?

Harvey Jr.? No, Michael. Is my mother there?

This is Detective LaGuardia, Michael.

Is anything the matter?

No, I just want to talk to her.

Well, she's not here at the moment.

I thought she was supposed to be at the station answering phones.

Anybody know Lacey's cab radio contact number?

Michael?

Michael, are you still there?

Michael?

Lady at Hunter was certainly testy.

It's not privileged information, and I can always subpoena it.

Chris, do you know how long that takes?

I know that.

But people in these registrar's offices don't.

Swell, how do you figure we're going to get computer time for this?

Hopper owes me a favor.

I got her two tickets to a sold -out Vivaldi concert at Lincoln Center.

Oh, opera.

Chamber music.

The cellist lives in the loft beneath me.

Here they are.

And what exactly do you intend to do with this information?

This is an ongoing criminal investigation, ma 'am. We want copies of

and addresses, dates of births. We want to run it against a criminal records

program.

You really don't think anybody in this department is a criminal now, do you?

We certainly hope not, ma 'am.

Do you have a copy machine nearby?

Yeah, down the hall in 202.

Oh, terrific.

I'll bring these right back. Thank you. Five minutes.

Three possibles. Two with misdemeanors. One of the two misdemeanors also with a

Class E felony.

What's the felony?

Marijuana. Not interesting.

What about the third one? I always save the best for last.

That's your sense of the dramatic.

Give me the printout. Uh -uh, Cagney. Don't be so impatient.

Mitchell Kavner, age 28, first arrest, 1979, assault.

1980, assault with attempt to do bodily harm.

Remanded to the psychiatric hospital at Spring Valley, New York, for

observation. 1982, possession of explosives.

Re -evaluated Spring Valley and released.

1983, June, manslaughter to extenuating circumstances.

Plea bargained into three years probation and psychiatric treatment as

outpatient at Bellevue.

Nice guy to have running around at large, huh? You got an address?

Yeah, it's all there, including blood type and religious persuasion, should

be interested.

Ah, thanks, Ruth. We've got to run. Enjoy the Vivaldi.

It's Schubert, the Trout Quintet.

Peasant.

We've got to be back at the garage in 48 minutes.

Yeah, well, what if we bring Cavanaugh in? Then we're out of those damn cabs.

have to prove it, Chris, even if it is him.

6th and Avenue B? We can make it if we move.

Come on, Ruth!

We've got a case here, Chris. We're going to ask him some questions. I got

whereabouts, the days and the times of the three murders.

Look for a geology pick and a peacoat. We cannot arrest him for owning a

peacoat. Get a positive fiber match, we can.

Yeah.

Detective Tagney and Lacey, NYPD.

You Mitchell Cavanaugh?

That's right.

I'd like to ask you some questions.

About what?

Can we come in, Mr. Cavanaugh?

You got a warrant?

No, but we can get one.

Then get one.

What are we doing? To get one.

You want a search warrant, huh? That's what I want.

634 Avenue B, Apartment 4, Mitchell Cavanaugh.

What do you got?

Well, we ran down a geology student who has a history of violent crimes, and I

want to get back in there and get something substantial.

That's pretty weak, isn't it?

I know that, Lieutenant. I've just got a gut feeling on this one. The suspect

won't cooperate.

No. Must be one of those law students, right?

No geology.

No rocks, right.

You two leave no stone unturned, huh?

I beg your pardon?

That's a little wit, Cagney.

Geology, stone, get it?

Got it, Lieutenant.

Okay. Okay, I'll call the DA's office and see if there's someone here who's

going to judge you all this morning.

Thank you. How fast can you get it?

Tomorrow, if you're lucky.

You in the cab?

We're checking one out of the garage right now. We're going to be on the noon

eight shift.

Okay. You just keep driving.

Yes, sir.

Paul.

Yeah?

You know someone in the DA's office who's got a favor coming to him?

A warrant?

Mm -hmm. A long shot.

Try Ted Dickerson.

He lost a murder one last week on excluded evidence.

I think the judge was Rauschenberg.

What is it with this guy? Is he living here or something?

They keep releasing him on his own recognizance, Lieutenant.

Domino in spiritus punctum.

I like it, I like it, but not enough to kiss it.

I think Pocky's bad enough, Arnie.

You didn't think Patrick's cathedral?

It's a little tacky, isn't it?

Pride goes before the fall, isn't it, Becky? No kidding.

Tell me what you get this time.

Wallet.

Rosary. Not bad. Not bad, Arnie.

I think we may be able to bump you up to grand larceny. The meek shall inherit

the earth.

Just remember that.

Keep in mind, you still live with your mother in Flushing?

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea culpa.

or what about the schoolyard

okay it's not yet seven half so just calm down i'll be there as soon as i can

yeah what happened

michael didn't show up from school

Supposed to be home before we were going to buy sneakers.

Did you try Judy Gabler?

She's a girl. He wouldn't be there. They work together on a science project.

What's the number?

Um, 5559... Nine what?

9658.

How many kids are abducted on the streets of New York every day? We get

like this all the time.

Nine times out of ten, you know, they show up within an hour of the call to

precinct. Hello, Mrs. Gabler?

This is Harvey Lacey, Michael Lacey's father.

Yes, ma 'am.

Is my furniture house by chance?

I see.

No, there's nothing wrong with just waiting stuff around him. Thank you.

Who else?

Who else?

Honey, you know of any place else that he might be?

I already told Dad. We tried the video arcade, the movies, the guitar school.

I'm going to call every kid in this class. There's 42 kids in this class.

Now, I don't have all their numbers.

Look, it's, um...

It's only 8 o 'clock. What about the local precinct?

I tried them before.

They weren't down at his school. That's the last place he was seen, and that is

the best that they can do.

Thank God for the police.

Honey?

Pop? Why don't we all have something to eat? Go on back out in the car.

Want something to eat?

I know it.

You okay?

Want to come in?

You sure live in a funny place.

Looks like a factory from the street.

Your parents know you're here.

second. Who are you calling?

Calling your parents.

Don't please.

Michael, I've got to.

Well, come and get me.

Look, they have to be very worried about you.

Huh?

Tell you what, why don't I call them, tell them you're here and you're okay,

ask them if you can stay till 10 o 'clock.

Is that a good deal?

I guess so.

Okay.

How'd you get here?

I took the bus to Kew Gardens, E train to 53rd. I took the IRT downtown, then I

walked. There was a man throwing up on the subway.

Uh, Harvey, it's Chris.

I haven't got much. I usually eat out.

You like veal pate?

What's that?

Well, it's kind of like meatloaf.

That's okay. I'm not really very hungry.

Who's that guy in the picture?

That's James Cagney, the actor.

Is he in your family?

No. We just have the same last name.

So, uh, what do you think of the Jets?

I mean...

You think they'll get their act together this year or what?

Where do you keep your gun?

I keep it hidden.

You ever shoot it?

I fired it.

How many people you kill?

I've never killed anybody.

How come?

Some cops can go their whole career and they never have to shoot at anybody.

Did my mom ever shoot at anybody?

I think that's the thing that you ought to ask her.

She won't tell me the truth.

Michael, is that why you're here?

She said she wasn't going to drive the cabs anymore, and I found out she did.

Well, she doesn't want you to worry about her.

But this taxi cab man, I heard about him on TV. He killed three people.

And we're going to get him.

Yeah.

We are.

Huh?

We got a lead on him. We think we know who he is. So why don't you arrest him?

It's not that simple.

We need a warrant. We need evidence.

Does he really use a knife pick?

He uses a geology pick.

Aren't you scared?

Yeah. I'm scared sometimes.

You're pretty.

You don't have to be a cop. You could be a movie star.

I like being a cop.

I can't understand how come you went to Christine.

Doesn't matter. I'm just glad she was home.

She doesn't know how to talk to kids. How do you know? I know.

What is this? You're jealous all of a sudden because your son can talk to

someone else? That is not true.

Hey, Mary Beth, look. I asked you not to drive the cab. Mikey asked you not to

drive the cab. You went on driving it. I'm not having this argument with you

again, Harv.

Good, good. I'm a big person. I can understand something.

Mikey is nine years old. You've got to make him understand what you're doing

there. What do you want me to tell him, Harv?

You want me to tell them about babies with cigarette burns on their belly?

Or how about dead junkies with a needle still hanging out of their arm?

Or Hooker.

Hooker got beat half to death because her pimp doesn't think she brought in

enough money. How do you want me to tell our kid about that, huh?

Hi, Chris.

Hey.

Like a light, you bum.

Yeah, it was really wiped out.

One bus, two subways, and a six -block walk.

Well, we better get the guy home.

Come on, baby.

Right. Let's go.

Listen, keep the quilt. Mary Beth can bring it to me in the morning.

Why don't you go ahead and get the elevator?

I'll be one minute. A minute.

What'd you tell him? Nothing he didn't already know.

He heard LaGuardia on the phone trying to get the cab radio call number.

He's a terrific kid. Yeah, he really is.

He's just scared.

Yeah. About the cab.

Yeah.

Maybe you ought to talk to him.

I don't know.

Hey, what do I know about kids?

Did he eat anything?

Hey, Mary, bet.

Just like Brando. Yeah.

See you in the morning.

Bye.

He woke up? Yeah, as soon as he said it's the pillow.

Can I take it to him? Yeah, sure.

How's that?

Thanks.

Michael, I love you very much. You know that, don't you, sweetheart?

And I'm so glad you're safe.

I did something wrong, Michael. I lied to you.

And I'm sorry. I hope that you'll forgive me.

I did it because I didn't want you to worry and you wound up worrying anyways.

So it turned out to be not such a hard idea, did it?

I'll tell you what, though. I learned something very important here.

And from now on, if you want to know something, you ask me, I'll tell you the

truth.

And if you don't understand it, then I'll try to explain it to you, okay?

Could we try it that way for a while? Could he help us?

What do you think?

Oh, come on, Michael. Don't do this to me.

Don't hold out on me.

I mean, if you don't give me a hug pretty soon, I'm going to cry.

Aunt Sweetheart, we both need it. Give me a hug.

Okay.

That's my love for you.

That's my beautiful boy.

Give me a kiss.

Give me a kiss.

You can have him back tomorrow, Captain. Bright and early.

Yeah, you got my word on that.

Thanks. I appreciate it, Captain.

Okay, I got you sprung for today, but just today. This thing goes nowhere and

you're back in the cabin.

Yes, sir.

What about the warrant?

Pick it up at Judge Rauschenberg's clerk's office. That's in the municipal

building.

Top of the morning, Mr. Cavanaugh.

You too. You got a warrant? Signed by Judge Rauschenberg.

Will you come in, please?

Go ahead.

Am I under arrest or something?

Sit down, relax. No, not yet.

So what do you think, Meredith?

6 '6", 190 pounds, it fits our description.

What are you looking for, huh?

Number two.

What do you mean, number two?

You got a geology pick, Mr.

Cavanaugh? Hey, you might as well teach Moran to me. I don't have to say a word.

No, that's right, you don't.

Since you're not under arrest, however, we can't ask you questions.

If you choose not to answer them, of course, that's your business.

Call him my lawyer.

Good idea.

That's three. Put it down. Put the phone down.

Mr. Cavanaugh, you now officially have the right to remain silent.

If you give up the right to remain silent on anything you say, Cannon will

held against you in the court of law.

Would you please tell us your whereabouts between 2 and 3 p .m. on

September 26th? My client has no memory that day.

How about Monday, October 1st, 11 a .m.? No memory.

Well, the last one's only six days ago.

Wednesday, October 9th.

Mr.

Parachinko, why'd you play ball with us there? We're only going to have to hold

your client, put him up in front of a grand jury.

Hold him?

What are you going to hold him on, a pea jacket and a pitch?

He fits the physical description.

What physical description? Come on.

We've established forensically that the killer was 6 feet, 6 '1", 180, 220

pounds. We're waiting now for the fiber test and the latent fingerprints.

Those tests come up negative, and you're facing a false arrest charge.

I'm talking, uh, three, four hundred grand.

Easy.

Out of court.

Lieutenant wants to see you both in his office. Right away.

People can remember something when they want.

We'll be back.

I think he's our man, Lieutenant.

His attorney won't let him open his mouth. He fits the physical.

He's not your man.

What, the FIBA test come in already?

What's he got, an alibi?

Doesn't need an alibi.

He got the killer a half hour ago.

Caught him in the act.

An undercover officer made the collar, Cagney.

Want to know what the M .O. was?

How he got them out of the cabs? Yes, sir.

A wheelchair.

He used a wheelchair.

Cabbie would pick the guy up, put the wheelchair in the trunk, then they'd go

for a drive to some out -of -the -way place, and when the cabbie got the

wheelchair out of the trunk, started to set it up, well, he got the rest of it,

right? Yes, sir.

Is he at least wearing a pea coat?

Why don't you read a copy of the report from the 12th? They made the collar.

But I'll tell you one thing. You got one thing right.

Geology pick. You found one on him. That was good work.

Thank you, sir.

Come on. What are you looking like a pair of drowned puppies for?

Guy's nailed.

You two got the lead on the murder weapon.

Killers off the streets, huh?

And...

I sent wheelchair to you. Didn't I say wheelchair on Tuesday?

Nuts!

Hey, Jerry.

Hey. Hi.

Would you do me a favor?

Sure.

Well, there's this man over in the interrogation room, Mr. Kavanaugh, and

this attorney, Mr.

Perichinko, and I was wondering if you'd just go tell them that they could go

now.

the camps.

You got promoted.

Thanks, Victor.

Sure.

When you think about it, Chris, it's good news.

Michael Lacey, for one, will be delighted.

How is the truant?

You know, you're better with kids than you think you are.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hard to believe, huh?

With a pick and a pick, no physical description, no alibi. It's hard to

I'd like to get that guy on something.

I'd like to get his lawyer on something.

False arrest suit?

Did you check the suit on him?

29 bucks, 14th Street.

Hand me that pending file, will you?

Take your pick.

Okay.

We got a burglary, grand loss in the auto.

No witnesses there.

28 people. They're inside that bar. Nobody sees anything.

How about a flasher on the BMT?

Give it to the transit police.

How about lunch?

That's a good idea.

That's what someplace outrageous.

Diamond. I have this sudden urge for scampi. I have $16.

My treat.

Oh, wait a second. I forgot the keys to the car.