All language subtitles for Cagney and Lacey s04e21 Violation

But I got them dead the right time.

Any such deceit will never touch a New
York sidewalk again. Never.

Not in our lifetimes. Hopefully not in
children's lifetimes.

Nobody ever messed with me before.

Mess with you? How do they mess with
you?

How do you think?

What are you going to do?

Throw me in jail.

It's hard to know what to do with a man
like me, isn't it? The public thinks

that we're in the rehabilitation
business.

Actually, we're in the zoo business.

Never would have happened if you people
had done your job right.

One thing bothers me, Edna. The
mortuary.

I could be courting bad luck. Not to
worry. The place went broke during the

administration. If it was still in
business, then it would be bad luck.

Okay, I'll buy it. You already did.

Besides, anything you buy from me is
good luck, guaranteed.

All right.

New bowling jacket, Marcus?

Edna, will you get this garbage off my
desk?

Clear the way for law and order, right?

A thing of beauty, this tie.

No, Edna. This tie is silk.

This tie is hand -painted.

This tie is you.

Three bucks.

She's right, Victor. That tie is you.

Let me explain a personal rule of thumb.

Does that pass the Barry Manilow test?

The what test?

The Barry Manilow test.

Do you know who Barry Manilow is?

What? You think I don't keep up?

Sure, I know. He's the singer from
Brooklyn that loves Beatles, right?

If Barry Manilow would wear it, then
Victor as Becky would wear it. And Barry

Manilow. They'd never wear that tie.

Hiya, Edna. How you doing? Better,
Midland. Hey, I got some bargains today.

What you got? Some previously owned
pantyhose, maybe.

Oh, no thanks.

Edna Kiss, you're an amazing woman.

This is an amazing woman. Do I know
that? Who else would turn in a stolen

clip containing $500?

I have to admit, it's unheard of human
behavior.

Unheard of, especially here.

Edna Kiss, the last honest person in New
York City.

Jackie, Lizzie.

I believe the lieutenant wants to see
us.

Yes, sir.

Hello, ma 'am.

We've got a missing person here, Dwayne
Patterson, a 16 -year -old boy. With due

respect, sir, we're very backed up here.

Congratulations. Now you're backed up
some more.

He disappeared Friday night. This is
only Monday. We don't usually move this

fast on a meeting.

He hasn't even got a missing person's
number yet. Is there something special

about this case, sir?

Yeah, what's special is the parents.
They've been here all weekend.

Night and day, they just don't want to
go away.

So that's their job?

Make them go away?

Let's see what you can do for them, huh?

They're nice people, the both of them.
They're teachers in the New York school

system, and they've been shuffled around
here and ignored, and, well, they're

scared sick.

Yes, sir.

No, he hasn't been upset or despondent.
No, he hasn't been in trouble with the

police. No, he hasn't been in any
trouble with the school.

Dwayne's straight A's. He's captain of
the football team.

No, he doesn't take drugs. No, he hasn't
talked about suicide.

Please, Mr. Patterson, we're doing our
best here. It's just that we have

answered the same questions over and
over again all weekend.

I'll tell you something else I've
repeated over a hundred times.

Dwayne is not a runaway.

How can you be so certain, Mr.
Patterson?

When he left home, he was wearing a tux
and carrying a corsage.

Does that sound like a runaway to you?

No, sir, not to me.

He was taking his girl to the school
prom, but he never arrived at her

house. He just disappeared.

Did he take the family car?

No, he took a cab.

Do you know what kind of cab?

Like we said before, it was blue with
yellow letters.

Suicide cab company?

Yes. That's what the other detective
said.

I don't know.

Maybe this sounds corny.

Maybe you hear this all the time, but...
Dwayne's the kind of a son that... a

father thanks God for every single day
of his life.

No, sir, it doesn't sound corny.

And we don't hear it all the time.

In fact, we don't hear it nearly enough.

Please find our son.

Please? Coleman bets the Chicago Cubs to
win the National League East, right? So

I give him ridiculous odds. And what
happens? The Cubs win for the first time

since 1945.

I take Miami against San Francisco,
right?

I get three points.

Now, Marino has thrown 48 touchdown
passes this year, so I figure I'm in fat

city. What happens?

Marino gets sacked four times and throws
two interceptions.

It was beautiful.

Coleman is one lucky dude.

Lucky or shrewd.

I spend the whole day studying this one
particular fly, watching its comings and

goings, right?

It takes off and it lands, never staying
in one place more than 15 seconds.

So I take Coleman.

See that fly?

I bet you 20 bucks the next place it
lands, it doesn't stay past 15 seconds.

Uh -huh. He says, you're on.

He takes out a sugar donut.

He puts it on my desk.

The fly takes off, lands on the sugar
donut, and spends the whole afternoon

there.

Like I said, it's rude.

Now there's this money clip that Edna
gets, man.

In 30 days, if nobody claims it, Edna
gets to keep it. That's a loss.

What do you think the odds are of
somebody not claiming a money clip with

in it?

Long. You'd think so, wouldn't you?

This is the 26th day.

Four more days. You just watch. Edna
will be $500 richer and I'll be $100

poorer.

Try not to let it make you a bitter man,
Victor.

Yeah.

Bye.

Westside Cab Company said they picked up
the Patterson kid at 7 .30.

Dropped him off at 987 East 14th, 10
minutes later.

Hand me the reverse director, will you?

987? Yeah.

East 14th is a funny place for a school
dance.

It's a rough neighborhood.

Cab dropped him off at a liquor store.

987 East 14th is Gotti's Liquor.

Shall we?

Yeah, he disappeared right into a police
car.

up a minute? Start at the top?

Sure. The kid walks in, wants to buy
some booze. I show him the sign.

Underage kids all the time want to buy
booze.

He had this fake ID on him. He cracks it
open. I tell him to take a hike.

How do you know it's phony?

It's a lousy Ford shop. You can see it a
mile away.

Anyway, he goes over to the magazine
rack and he pretends that he's browsing

around. I see him in a security mirror.

Sure enough, he grabs a bottle of
bourbon.

Heads for the door. I grab him and I
call the cops.

They definitely arrested him. Is that
correct, sir?

Yeah, the cops asked me if I wanted to
press charges. What the heck did I call

you for?

I want people to know if they steal from
Vincent Gotti, they got trouble from

Vincent Gotti.

Um, the name on the fake ID, do you
remember it?

Sure. Wilbur Smith.

Wilbur Smith.

I'm curious, sir, how you happen to
remember a name like that.

Lady, I personally turned down about a
dozen Wilbur Smiths last week.

See, the kids make a batch of these fake
IDs with the same name on it in a high

school print shop.

Well, thank you for your help, Mr.
Gurney. Hey, stick around.

Another Wilbur Smith could walk through
the door any minute.

You know what I'm thinking? Yeah.

You're thinking Dwayne Patterson was
booked as Wilbur Smith.

That's right.

If they booked him as an adult, you know
what that means.

Rikers.

It's hard to believe, huh?

Kid's on his way to a high school dance
and boom, he ends up here.

Oh, you're forgetting a big step,
Christine.

Before he boom ends up at Rikers, he
boom decides to steal a bottle of

I did not forget that. But it's no big
deal.

I used to score little boos when I was a
kid.

Wouldn't end up in Rikers.

I'm Detective K.

This is Detective Lacey.

You doing, Patterson?

Want to sit down?

Your parents have been worried sick
about you for three days.

What happened to you?

Go ahead, sit.

What happened to you?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Looks to me more like something.

No big thing.

Just a hassle.

A hassle with the other prisoners?

A hassle with the guards? What?

All right. You don't want to talk about
it. That's okay. We'll talk about

something else.

Did you tell the arresting officers that
your real name was not Wilbur Smith?

I thought I'd lucked out.

They never would have even known.

Who, your parents?

They were going to find out sooner or
later, unless you plan on spending the

rest of your life in jail.

Larry.

I thought Larry would get me out.

I called.

His mom said he was at the dance.

They won't let me make another phone
call.

Dwayne, are you going to tell us what
happened to you?

in a fight.

With whom?

Huh?

Takes two to make a fight. Am I right?

What's my father gonna think?

I think he's gonna think he's relieved
and grateful to have you home again,

Dwayne. He's gonna think I could have
done something.

I should have done something.

Something about what?

There were too many.

All right, you got in a fight.

With how many?

A couple of guys.

The others just watched like it was some
kind of show.

You didn't get in a fight at all, did
you, Dwayne?

Nobody ever messed with me before.

Mess with you?

How do they mess with you?

You were raped, weren't you?

Were you raped?

Patterson kissed their son goodbye.

Sent him off to the school, then.

The next time they see him, he's been
raped in the city jail.

Now, what am I supposed to say?

Sorry, your son got lost in the system?

Brutalizing a 16 -year -old boy.

Sick.

Rape, Harvey. It's called rape. Man or
woman.

No difference.

When's dinner?

28 minutes.

You're going to have to split it with
Michael.

Out. Go.

Sixteen years old?

Yeah. I mean, how could they put a
shoplifter in with rapists and killers?

kind of sense does that make? They don't
have good cells and bad cells, Har.

That's the way it works.

I mean, somebody's got to be responsible
for what happened to that kid,

Marybeth. Yeah.

Come here. Come catch me.

I don't know. You do it sometimes.

Do what?

deal with that kind of garbage, and then
come home and make pasta.

Pasta's real.

You and the boys are real. The rest of
it's just work.

And when it's over, I come home and make
pasta.

You want to grate up some fresh romano?

What are you working on, Cagney?

Rape.

See, more stereotyping.

I used to get all the rape cases.

I was sensitive to the victim,
conscientious, helpful.

But who noticed?

Who cared?

Now only women officers get all the sex
cases.

Well, this wasn't a woman, Victor. It
was a 16 -year -old boy.

A 16 -year -old boy?

Yeah.

Through a mistake, this kid ends up at
Rikers.

except the package of cigarettes from
one of the prisoners.

But he doesn't know that that's his
purchase price, and before he knows it,

being raped by four men.

Well, you know what he went wrong.

He didn't read the warning on the
package.

Cigarette smoking is hazardous to your
health.

You know, Victor, way deep down in your
heart, I just know

that even you, Don't think that's funny.

Boy was raped repeatedly over a period
of four hours in his cell. You were in

that cell.

And you tell me you didn't hear... Look
at me when I'm talking to you.

You didn't hear anything. You didn't see
anything.

I find that hard to believe, Mr. Boyard.

I could give a damn.

What are you going to do?

Throw me in jail?

Yeah, you see them and they're all...

Now, fruit hustlers, when they come here
to get treated rough, I mean, this is

the place to come for being treated
rough.

He asked for it. Is that what you're
telling him? Hey, the kid knew he was

letting himself in for when he accepted
that package of cigarettes.

Come on, Kobe, give me a break, huh?

Who gave him the cigarettes?

I don't know.

See, I mean, all the time. Now, fruit
hustlers.

Look, the kid got exactly what he was
looking for, all right?

I mean, he got his money's worth.

All right.

You have no memory whatsoever of Friday
Night Last.

I'll take the Fifth Amendment.

You don't remember a young boy getting
raped over and over again, the same cell

you were?

The Fifth Amendment.

Didn't the screams keep you awake?

The Fifth.

Did you see the boy was hers?

Did you call for a guard?

Thank you for your cooperation.

I can tell you everything I saw in two
words.

No thing.

See, I'm like one of those beggar dudes
that accosts nice people on the street,

hands them a business card that says, I
can't see, I can't hear, and I can't

talk.

Eddie, how can you be in the same cell
with that going on and not know that

that's going on?

Yeah.

But I can't see, I can't hear, and I
can't talk.

an infrequent thing here. But I can't do
that. They happen all the time.

Every day.

So what do you do about it? What can you
do about it? You put men in overcrowded

conditions like this, they become
animals.

You know, pressures start to build and
something's got to give.

All this area here, the ugly farm.

See, they don't get to see very many
women down here. Hey, Mama!

I had a really dirty dream last night,
and you were in it, baby.

Can it, DeSalvo.

I hope this isn't upsetting you ladies.

You know, the public thinks that we're
in the rehabilitation business.

Actually, we're in the zoo business.

I need a bath.

Think the warden got a bang out of it?

He's right, you know, they are in the
zoo business.

People should live in zoos.

Mary Beth, there are not a lot of
misunderstood souls there.

They are murderers, they are rapists.

That's where they belong.

Nobody belongs in there, Christine.

Yeah, you got a better place for it? No,
but nobody belongs in there.

Great. When you figure out what we
should do with them, you let me know.

Mr. Arthur Stacey.

I'm Detective Lacey. This is Detective
Cagney.

You were charged with soliciting a
prostitute and spent Friday last at

Is that correct?

Can you keep your voice down, please?

This was a misdemeanor.

I paid my fine.

So what do you want with me?

Friday night, an incident occurred in
your cell, sir.

Well, I wouldn't know about that.

Know about what?

I wouldn't know about anything. Would
you please keep your voice down?

16 -year -old boy was raped, Mr. Stacey?

I was asleep.

I would think it would be very difficult
to sleep, Mr. Stacey. I mean, a

professional man like yourself suddenly
in jail, and of course there was that

young boy screaming, yelling for help.

We think it would help identify the
responsible party. Take a look.

Like I said, I was asleep.

Well, I'm disappointed in you, Mr.
Stacey. We've had zero cooperation.

All of the prisoners are afraid to talk,
and we thought...

Maybe we could count on your help.

You don't have to be afraid. You're not
in jail at the moment.

I would help if I could, but I can't
because I didn't see anything.

Okay?

Now, if you'll pardon me, I've got work
to do.

Hey, it's Becky.

Day 27. We got three days to go. I'm
done.

Hey, print this guy for me, will you?
I'll be right back.

Okay.

How's my favorite scribe?

How are you doing, Victor?

In the mood to share insights and
information.

No, thanks, Victor.

I've heard enough of your self -serving
sagas.

Thrilling, though they may be.

See, this one doesn't even involve me.

Every now and then, something happens
that reconfirms my faith in my fellow

Really. This is a story that I call the
last honest person in New York City.

You better get your book out for this.

We're talking heavy human interest.

Describe it.

Describe it?

I figured that's the least we could do,
don't you?

It's a thing to keep your money in.

Oh, very good. How about the color?

It's black.

Brown. Goodbye. It's brown, but it looks
black. It's pretty old. Right. Next.

Yeah, I've come to claim my money clip,
and it's definitely not brown.

I don't understand this.

It's the 28th day.

And all of a sudden, people are crawling
out of the woodwork to claim that money

clip?

Power of the press.

The last honest person in New York City
stepped into the 14th precinct and

turned in a lost money clip containing
$500.

It's sad, Marcus.

Read where it says what you'll do with
the money.

I'd buy that metal detector that I see
in the front window of the survivalist

supply store.

Then I'd go live with my sister. Sister
Ethel in Pompano Beach. Every day we'll

sift through the sand searching for
people's little lost treasures.

The worst thing she could have done was
talk to a reporter.

I don't think Edna talked to anyone.

Excuse me, Marty.

Lynn?

Yeah. Lynn, have you got a minute?

Sure.

You want to see us, Lieutenant?

Yeah, come on in.

No, no, no, don't shit.

You won't be here long enough.

One, Mr.

and Mrs. Patterson are suing the city of
New York for $7 million.

And two, Deputy Inspector Nelman has
requested the pleasure of your company

his office, ASAP.

Question. Uh -huh? Are one and two
related?

Answer, yes.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

What are you talking about? My hair.

Monday looked good.

Today, not so good.

Mary Beth, I have a gut feeling Nelman
is not interested in our appearances.

My hairdresser, Jeffrey, charges $35.

This woman in my building, Shirley
Frithel, she'll do it for $8. But when

get something for $8, you can't get too
pushy about maintenance, you know what I

mean? You're right.

Is that can of hair spray still in the
dump compartment?

Yeah, it's empty.

You got a hat?

No, I do not have a hat. You got a hat?

that the city of New York is paying you
to accumulate evidence so that it can be

sued?

Ironic. Yes, sir. Also tragic.

What happened to that boy should never
have been allowed to happen, sir. Ah,

very crux of the Patterson's press
conference today.

Their lawyer says you can't put a price
tag on tragedy, and in the very next

breath, he mentions $7 million.

So far, we've come up empty.

Eyewitnesses? Oh, plenty of
eyewitnesses, sir, but nobody's talking.

Well, um... Let's move on to other
cases.

Other cases, sir.

You saying you want us to back off of
this? Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but

you haven't established a case to back
off from.

Well, we admit we're temporarily dead
-ended on it, but... Wrap it up by the

of the week, and then let's move on to
more important things.

Sir, I think this is important.

Don't you, sir?

An old man gets mugged on the street.

He's not looking for trouble.

A lady with five kids is shot to death
for her paycheck.

She's not looking for trouble.

But this Dwayne Patterson, he left home
with the intention of purchasing

alcohol.

Then he showed false ID.

Then he shoplifted. Then he offered
illegal identification again when he was

arrested and booked.

In other words, Dwayne Patterson looked
for trouble, and he found it.

And the taxpayers should pay him to the
tune of $7 million?

I find that rather grotesque.

Wrap it up.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Inspector.

And laces.

Yes, sir.

You got a run in your left stocking.
Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir. I'm sorry, sir. No need
to apologize.

Let me ask you, Mary Beth.

When you heard the city of New York was
being sued for $7 million, does it make

your tear ducts overflow?

No.

Me.

Duane is unavailable.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Mr. Patterson, please.

We'd like to see the men who hurt your
son punished as much as you would.

I doubt that, detective.

We won't take very long, sir.

We know that Dwayne is unable to
identify his assailant, but we're hoping

he could show us the man that gave him
the pack of cigarettes.

I'm afraid you don't understand.

Dwayne isn't speaking to anyone right
now, not just you.

He won't talk to me or to his mother.

He won't see his girlfriend.

He just sits in his room with the shades
drawn.

Even the doctors can't get through to
him.

Mr. Patterson, we need help.

I know you're upset.

Upset? My son's been scarred for life.
Can't you understand that?

Don't you have children of your own?

If it had happened to your kid, how much
money would it take to compensate your

family? It would be very hard to measure
that in money, sir. Maybe so, but

somebody's got to pay for this.

Never would have happened if you people
had done your job right.

Instead, you took a young, innocent kid.

You put them into the cell of a bunch of
animals. Mr. Patterson, nobody is

denying that the department made a
stupid, tragic mistake. Mary Beth, I

they should go.

Thank you.

You won't get away with it either.

I'm going to sue the hell out of the
city of New York.

You turn my son into a faggot.

You'll pay for it. I swear you'll pay.

You wanted to talk to us about
something?

Yeah, yeah. Well, see, I wanted to
correct the bad first impression that

might have had.

Uh -huh.

So talk.

Yeah, I mean, I can tell you the three
guys that attacked that kid.

There were three of them?

Right, right. Three soul brothers, so
they used to call themselves.

Oh, jeez, what they did to that poor boy
was terrible.

Terrible. Now, who are these men?

Why don't we save that for a while?

I mean, I want to be a stand -up type
guy. I mean, you know, do the right

But I got a little bit of a problem here
that needs to be ironed out.

Your problem?

Is it two consecutive life sentences at
Attica?

There were a lot of extenuating
circumstances.

Look, and I'm not trying to avoid any
responsibility that I might have, you

know, concerning that matter, but I was
thinking more compromise.

Compromise? Yeah, well, you know, more
along the lines of a double manslaughter

conviction.

You'd be willing to testify in court?
Yeah, definitely.

I mean...

Eddie Stutz is no stoolie, you
understand, but Eddie Stutz don't owe no

Brothers no favors.

Now, what do you mean by Soul Brothers?

Guys with deep suntans, if you follow my
drift.

So why don't you just give us the names
of the three men?

As soon as the deal's worked out with
the DA's office, I'll sing like a

Are you out of your kugel?

Do I look like Monty Hall to you?

Sir? Do I look like the popular host of
America's favorite game show, Let's Make

a Deal?

Or do I, in fact, look like Assistant
District Attorney Felberg, a man with a

satisfied smile and blood dripping from
my teeth? Why do you can't it, Felberg?

Help us out.

No, you can't it.

Eddie Stutz has walked three times.

I'm not guilty once, and just missed one
too nice.

But I got him dead to right this time.

Eddie Stutz's feet will never touch a
New York sidewalk again. Never.

Not in our lifetimes. Hopefully not in
children's lifetimes.

He claims extenuating circumstances.

Oh, yes, yeah. Listen, listen, listen.

He was robbing an all -night pharmacy.

A customer walked in after him, so he
shot her.

Then he killed the pharmacist.

Well, there shouldn't be any witnesses.

Those are Eddie Stutz's extenuating
circumstances.

You see, I'm afraid that there are no
prizes awaiting Mr. Stutz behind a

curtain. Just 12 ladies and gentlemen of
the jury who will grow to loathe him as

much as I do.

No deal.

And girls, your time's up.

Hey! Hey!

Come on, come on.

Get about it.

Get off the phone from Millman.

You gave us till Friday, Lieutenant.

Well, you don't have to worry about the
Dwayne Patterson case after tomorrow at

Cagney. The two of you are going to
Bermuda.

Bermuda, sir? They can't do that.

That's what I said.

As much as I said it, he still said that
you're going to go to Bermuda.

I'm sorry.

But, you know, try and look at it this
way. The weather over there is gorgeous,

and the weather report for here is
sleek.

But why us, sir?

Well... Thelman says he needs two of New
York's finest female officers to

extradite Billie Jean Hall.

And he personally handpicked the two of
you for the job.

And when does all this happen, sir?

Leave and expenses are authorized for
Friday morning.

And you do not pick up Miss Hall until
Monday. So you got most of Friday, all

day Saturday and Sunday to do what you
want with.

Courtesy of NYPD.

Think you can handle that?

Well, it's a tough job, Lieutenant, but
somebody has to do it.

I'll tell you exactly what it sounds
like. Sounds like a bribe. Yeah, forget

Dwayne Patterson. Go to Bermuda.

I think that's the general idea, yeah.

Yeah, well, we could have been more
blunt. We could have just said nah.

An order's an order, Christine.

Whoa.

Look at that.

Huh?

What do you think?

Gee, you could tan about everything
wearing that.

Yeah.

It's a bit much, isn't it?

No, actually, it's not much at all.

Yeah.

What the hell?

I'll risk it.

Tried to like it. No obligation.

Here's what you call a real
conversation.

Six dollars.

I wouldn't pay more than $2 ,000 for
them. Who asked you? They're a little

small, but very classy. Thank you.

How about something in a herringbone
style?

I've come to claim the lost money clip.
My name is Dr. Livingston.

As in Dr.

Livingston, I presume?

No.

As in the cosmetic surgeon.

Well, excuse me.

Can you describe it?

Of course.

It's 14 karat gold, shaped in a dollar
sign.

On the rear and lower portion of the
clip are etched these words.

Love, Mildred.

Mildred is my wife.

You're very lucky, Doctor.

Presumably.

I'll need some ID and you have to sign
this for me. Of course.

I introduce you, doctor, to the woman
who found your money clip, Miss Edna

Oh, my pleasure.

Pleased to meet you. So you're the last
honest person in New York City.

That's just newspaper talk.

You've got to sell papers.

I'm not the last honest person in New
York City.

I think most people are pretty decent.

She thinks most people are pretty
decent, Victor.

Did you hear that?

Well, Edna, I certainly appreciate what
you did.

I'd like you to have this.

Five dollars.

Getting into this jacket smells like I
spent the night with the caucus.

Well, I got something better for you,
Victor. I really don't need anything,

I'm... If Barry Manilow could wear it,
Victor as Becky could wear it, remember?

Barry Manilow wore this very shirt.

Barry Manilow wore this shirt? He wore
this shirt opening for Jackie Schwartz

Kramer's on Cayamisha Lake when he first
started.

The wardrobe lady is a personal contact
of mine.

She's got sweat stains.

West Dane. The boy works real hard on
stage.

A shirt like that ought to be worth
about $100.

Oh, no, I'd say about... $100 even,
Victor.

That's what you just collected off
Coleman.

What's that got to do with anything?

Power of the press, Victor.

Need I say more?

Wait a second. You don't think I planted
that story?

Not even you could be as cynical and
cold -hearted as that, could you,

Lynn Sutter said it was unnamed sources.

We could subpoena her, couldn't we,
Sergeant?

Please. Well, please. I have a better
idea, Victor. Why don't you buy one of

Barry Manilow's shirts for, say, $100?

Is that acceptable to you, Sergeant?

I could live with that.

That's extortion.

Never hold up in court, Victor.

No witnesses.

Edna, you sure Barry Manilow wore this
shirt?

Cross my heart.

We've got one day left to come up with
something on the Patterson case.

Well, what do you suggest we do in one
day? I don't know.

Double -check statements, check for a
hole in somebody's story.

After that, I'm going to lie there and
soak up the Bermuda Rays, and I'm not

going to feel guilty about anything.

I was wondering, while I'm lying there
not feeling guilty, if I should be

wearing that little bikini I just tried
on.

And with the truth, Mary Beth, what did
you think, honestly?

Well, it was better than that one with
the two shells.

Yeah.

What?

What do you think?

Oh, Josie, it's you.

What's going on?

It's been quite a day.

First, a doctor claimed the lost money
clip, thanks to the power of the press.

Oh. But...

Dennis Becky showed a spontaneous
gesture of humanitarianism.

He paid $100 for an authentic Barry
Manilow shirt.

Victor? I bought this.

Nice.

How much for this tie?

Make a bid. What's it worth?

Forty bucks?

What you got left?

This is the biggest day in my retail
history.

Look at this.

Bowling shirt.

This is perfect for Harv, huh?

Fifty bucks, not a penny more. So?

You have to take my check.

Ah, what the hell, you've got it on its
face.

Petrie? Petrie, you just gave me an
idea.

Mary Baird?

I told you last time, I didn't see
anything.

I don't know why you people insist on
hounding me.

No, sir. It's not us who are hounds, Mr.
Stacy.

It's the press.

Oh, a hound.

The press.

Yes, the power of the press is truly
astounding, Mr. Stacy.

You see, sir, we have this journalist
friend. She works the police base.

And she's researching a series of
articles she's writing on prostitutes

their customers.

You are a customer, aren't you, Mr.
Stacy?

Can we go someplace a little more quiet?

Certainly. Sure.

Anyway, this hooker mentioned your name.

And this journalist friend of ours
wanted to do an article on you. She

you would entitle it Profile of a Trick.

You're lying.

The girl I was arrested with didn't know
my name. She didn't know anything about

me. Oh, no, sir.

Not the one you were arrested with
Friday, no, another one. She's about the

size as my partner, and she dresses kind
of funny.

You're a big man up and down Broadway,
Miss Stacy.

Am I right or am I wrong?

Your name keeps popping up again and
again.

A violation of my privacy is what we're
talking about here.

Well, that was exactly my point, sir.
But my partner, she didn't agree with

That's right. I said, let's use him as
an example.

I said, let's splash his name across the
front page of the paper. But I said,

no, we owe Mr. Stacy better than that. I
mean, we remember how embarrassed he

was when he thought that people would
find out.

We should help him protect his private
privacy.

You want me to identify the man who
raped that boy, is that it?

Whatever you feel would be best.

You see, if you talk to us, sir, then we
could talk to this reporter. And I'm

pretty sure I could guarantee we could
steer her in another investigative

direction.

Wait a minute.

What about the publicity?

Oh, well... Hey, the publicity, who
knows?

Could turn out to be a blessing in
disguise.

Could be even a TV movie of the week,
sir.

We brought some pictures you might want
to look at again.

So?

What did the DA's office have to say?

Well, they said, Eddie set the feet.
We'll never touch a New York sidewalk

again. Yeah.

And that was before they knew that you
were the one that instigated the rape of

Dwayne Patterson. What? We have
eyewitnesses.

We have a signed statement.

No kidding.

No kidding.

Yeah, well.

Oh, next time you see Dwayne, ask him if
he had a good time.

You're revolting, Eddie.

But you probably already know that.

Don't it make you want to beat on my
mean old chest with your little fists?

Yeah, it's hard to know what to do with
a man like me, isn't it?

I mean, here I am ready to face two
consecutive life sentences.

Well, why don't you just tack this one
on?

Why don't you try to lay it off on the
black prisoners?

I just don't like them.

I suggest that you broaden your views
before you get to Attica.

It's no big thing.

Not as long as you keep sending me those
nice young boys.

Of course, that wouldn't be my number
one choice.

something about that.

We're going to put the word out about
how you tried to set up the Black City.

You're going to be a big hit in Attica.

They're going to be calling you the
Queen of Soul.

You watch your mouth, lady!

Bermuda, huh?

How'd you swing that?

Do you believe it?

Some lousy extradition detail? It's
lousy. I don't know, Victor. Maybe they

couldn't get anybody else to go.

I'm so depressed.

Boy, am I depressed.

If they didn't ask me, I would have
gone.

Well, Sidney probably couldn't get along
with that for three days, Victor.

Sit down, Cagney. I got some news for
the both of you.

Good news, Lieutenant?

Well, Nelman just called while you were
at Rikers, and he thought that you two

would like to be the first to know.

Know what, sir?

that the department was negotiating a
reasonable settlement with the Patterson

family. Oh, that is good news, sir. It
was good news.

The loss was doubled.

$14 million?

As a result of your investigation.

The Patterson attorney talked to one
Vincent Gotti.

Citing your report, Mr. Gotti is willing
to testify that he could spot that the

kid's I .D. was fake, so...

How come the NYPD couldn't?

Also, the attorney wants to discuss a
statement that you made to Mr.

Statement, sir?

Yeah, something about no amount of money
could compensate for his tragedy.

And that the department acted stupidly.

So what does the Patterson lawyer want
with us?

Well, he'll explain that to you in court
tomorrow.

Tomorrow, sir, in court?

Mm -hmm, yep.

Lieutenant, we're going to be in Bermuda
tomorrow.

Nelman understands that you can't be in
two places at once, so he will be

sending two other officers to Bermuda.
Apparently, there was no shortage of

volunteers.

I don't believe it. Believe it.

He wants the two of you on the Midtown
pickpocket case.

Street duty, sir?

34th Street, 9 to 5.

But I bought a bikini. Bikini?

Fed it in for a park.

The weather report still says sleet.