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They want everybody going out there wearing bulletproof vests. Why is it

you die? If you hadn't been hauling around your own legal hardware in the

place, none of this would have happened. Does the right to bear arms sound

familiar? Dr. Wilson says I'm angry. I have taken a bullet in the chest. I'm

talking the real thing. If you ask me to choose between you and the job, it will

always be you. You want to switch partners? Okay. Tell me what it is that

want me to say, doctor, so I can say it and get the hell out of here.

Almost finished, Cagney. Great fingers, Al. I'll be back.

Is Becky? Done.

How much? $112 ,660.

This could buy me a little piece of Texas.

A bar victim.

Just me and Ginger.

Or a little piece of Attica. With barred windows, just you and a serial

murderer. P3.

$73 ,485.

About what a Ferrari 328 would cost.

Preferably a red one.

You sound like Esposito.

Esposito? What's on your wish list, Cagney? Nothing you'd understand,

but let me guess yours is stable Latino mud wrestling. Get out of town. I put

all this into real estate.

Residential locks on Staten Island.

Basil, move the cash into my office.

Property clerk has come to take custody of it. Let's have the paperwork.

Oh, perfect timing, Lieutenant. The temptation level is peaking.

320 ,000?

My counting.

I remember when all we found in plastic garbage bags in the body park.

Mrs. Spencer?

My partner, Sergeant Cagney.

Mrs. Spencer?

How do you do?

Mrs. Spencer's call was broken into.

He's visiting from Virginia.

Oh. Too bad you had to come all this way to get ripped off.

Agreed, but I can see there are compensations.

Do you like racing?

I've got a horse running at Aqueduct.

Maybe you'd be my guest?

I would have to check my schedule to see if I had an open date.

What is a PSN?

At the small caliber Russian automatic.

I'm a collector.

Well, I'm sure in horse country it's fine, sir.

Call me Kay.

Yes. But possession of a handgun without a permit in New York City is against

the law. Well, it's hardly a Saturday night special. The law applies to all

handguns, Mrs. Spencer.

Well, the only reason I brought it with me was to show another collector.

A friend of mine in New Jersey.

Yes, sir.

Well, we have your statement and your local telephone number. I'm sure you're

all very busy.

Yes, we do. But the PSN is very special. It's a beautiful piece.

Well, we'll certainly do our best.

Promise me you'll check that schedule of yours?

Oh, I promise. I hope you mean it.

He's single.

I was looking at the suspect descriptions, Mary Beth. That would be

boys. Yeah, one punk, one straight looking.

Mr. Spencer said after he parked the car, they offered to watch it for him

five bucks.

He gave them two.

There were no bargains. Your eyes are red.

Southern accents are sexy, especially on men who aren't racist.

All right, everybody, listen up.

An off -duty detective from Brooklyn North has been killed.

He was shot trying to stop a store robbery.

The perp's been hit, but he escaped.

What's his name, Coleman?

Hasn't been released yet. I know a guy at Brooklyn North.

Berman. We were uniformed together. Hold it, everybody. Hold it. Don't go

jamming their lines. I spoke to their squad commander.

You got an arm wounded, perp loose.

Whoever's catching, stand by here. Everybody else is free to go to

Wait a second.

They want everybody going out there wearing bulletproof vests.

Vicki.

Don't go hot -dogging.

You wear your vest.

Yes, sir.

It's in the car.

search for the killer of the off -duty detective continues in Bushwick at this

hour. On the 11 o 'clock news, we'll be updating the Brooklyn manhunt story.

Stay tuned for complete coverage.

Hey, Chrissy. Open up. Yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming.

Hey, babe.

Hi, Pop. I was on my way home. I saw your light. Why, it's all over the TV.

I figured you'd be out here beating the bushes.

Got some nice hot soup for you. I made that big crock thing you gave me. Oh,

great. Come on, park your carcass. Put your tunchies up right here.

Good.

I, uh, I, um, had a couple before you came. I was a little worried about you.

You don't have to explain, Charlie.

Yeah. Soup, soup.

So, how'd it go? Did you get the mutt? No, not yet.

But he's hit, we've ID'd him, we'll turn him up.

Did you know the cop that got shot?

Didn't be, no, I didn't.

I made a few phone calls.

Real sharp kid. Real heads -up cop.

Okay.

Here you are.

Ciao. Hot soup. Thanks.

What? Oh.

It's tight, it's hot, and it pinches. No wonder you look so chunky. I thought

you might be pregnant or something.

Charming, Charlie. Help me. Sure.

There's been a wrinkle. What?

Word's out that Denby has an unauthorized gun. Oh, that's so much

The bad guys are carrying bazookas out there. A cop should be able to use

whatever he needs to finish the job.

I mean, in the old days, there used to be just one gun. A .38. They had him, we

had him, even Steven.

I haven't let you touch, Pop.

Boy, these things are a lot lighter than they used to be.

Yeah, well, still a pain.

Goes with the job, Chris.

How is Brooklyn?

Nothing yet. How's the kids?

They're fine. They're sleeping.

You feel like Yogi Ber with that vest on.

Yeah? You never told me about you and him, Harvey.

Yeah, well, I had a life before I met you, Marybeth.

Did you eat?

Yeah. Pizza in an Arab neighborhood.

Aha. Memorable.

Oh, boy, honey, I gotta show you.

The brochure from Williamsburg came.

Yeah, Easter's going to be a great time for the trip.

The place will be gorgeous. Look at this. The King's Inn.

A jacuzzi in every room. The kids are going to love it. Oh, gee, honey, I

know. Looks kind of formal.

Hey, forget it, Mary Beth. No more Motel 298 for us. What is this, the return of

Diamond Jim Lacey?

All I want is for us to enjoy the trip. We can afford it. Come on, we'll decide

everything together.

Why don't you plan, Hoff?

And we'll decide tomorrow, because I'm going to go upstairs, take this off, get

a shower, and study for midterm. I'll come with you.

I'm going to study, Harvey. This grade is important to me. I heard you, but

you're finished, I'll show you a few things old Yogi did with his chest

protector.

Huh?

Firearms inspection?

Yeah. Post a notice to the squadron. I don't want anybody surprised by this.

Well, you better send Becky a telegram.

And I don't want you finding anything but Regulation 38.

Me? You, sir.

Oh.

How far?

At this hour of the morning?

Why not?

When you're hungry, you eat.

Lieutenant, maybe Inspector Allen's being a little predictable here. Oh, you

it all figured out, huh, Sergeant?

Denby's gun was non -regulation.

That's why he's dead. It's too light.

He hit the perp twice, and the creep was still able to kill him in one round

from his .45.

The most stolen property has never recovered, Mr. Spencer, and guns are the

hardest. Everybody out there wants a gun. My PSM is almost a museum piece.

Well, even if we recover it, sir, it's still an illegal weapon. This may be New

York, detective, but it's still America. My gun is my property.

Oh, it's just a technicality. I'm sure we can arrange something.

I didn't mention it, but they're back home.

I'm an honorer, sure.

How nice.

What's the news from Brooklyn, Manny? Oh, this jerk is still loose, all right?

But they're standing in line to give him up. I mean, even his mother called up

to find out about a reward.

Inspector Millman required reading for one and all.

What's up?

Asking is not reading, Carrata.

It's probably that mandatory CPR thing.

I'm already qualified.

Especially the mouth -to -mouth part.

I'm having a coronary and you're the only one around is begging?

Let me die.

Whoa, a gun inspection.

I'm touched by the inspector's concern.

I'm still waiting for the one they announced after Newman was shot.

Oh.

Something else missing from your life, Mr. Spencer?

Kale. It's displaced.

It's irresistible.

Sheriff Spencer dropped by to see if we turned up anything.

I hope you're not counting on seeing any stolen property, Kale. Oh, I'm hopeful.

That's a Spencer trade.

That can't lead to disappointment.

Not very often.

How about some fun Sunday?

Sport shooting, targets and things.

Friends of mine in Connecticut are hosting a barbecue and shoot -up.

To me, guns are work, Hale. Oh, this won't be boring.

Have you ever fired an automatic weapon?

It's pretty exciting stuff.

Automatic? Like a machine gun?

Well, they're legal with a federal license.

And all of hot lead?

Down with splintering fence posts?

Hard to say no.

But I must.

Well, another time, then.

Please, call me if you hear anything about my gun. Oh, for sure.

Goodbye.

You even look shorter today.

What is this, spectacular colonial Williamsburg? Yeah, oh, we're used to

hogging, and I thought we'd drive the family down.

Can Harvey Jr. bear to be separated from Tiffany?

That's one of the reasons we're taking this trip.

Between school and my teenage titillation, I hardly see him anymore.

And the same thing will be true of Michael in a year or so.

Yeah, see, they're just beginning the game and I'm in the final inning.

Seventh inning stretch.

Right up your alley, Dagny.

Robbery and a shooting in a grocery store on Grand Street.

Cashier got hit. All right, things are looking up.

I've been hit before, but nobody ever got shot.

I tell Elsie my check. Give up the cash.

Mr. Bell, tell me what happened. Everything that you remember.

It was over in a minute.

I'm over there stocking suits.

This kid, a punk with blue hair and chains, sticks this funny -looking gun

Elsie's face.

She gives him a few dollars from the register, and when she reaches for the

box, he shoots her.

Twice. What do you mean, funny -looking?

It was a small automatic, but the barrel kind of blared at the end.

Do you remember anything else?

The kid is cold.

After he shoots her, he grabs the change from the register, and he's gone.

Sergeant.

I think we ought to call you a southern gentleman.

The description match confirms it, Lieutenant. The kid stole the gun from

Spencer's car, and we got the boy's name from a starting galley at youth

service. And the punk, when he calls himself Ghost, they use it at the

Ghost? That's the kid who shoots people.

His real name is Neil Statler. We have an address for the mother on East 13th.

What about the other one?

Sergeant Galley says his name is Petey. He's a runaway from Ohio.

The two of them have been on the street together about seven months.

Anything new on the cop killer in the tent?

No. Then after we're through here, can we go back to Brooklyn?

Yeah. Yeah, go to it. Thank you. Beth!

Yes, sir.

This damn vest looks like it was a steel -built at rainbow.

Police?

Mrs. Statler?

I'm Detective Lacey. This is Sergeant Cagney.

What's going on?

The police, Mrs. Statler.

Oh, it's about that little jerk, right? What's he done?

Please, Jack.

This is Mr.

Bookley, my friend.

Is your son Neil at home?

I threw his butt out once ago. He's a scummy little creep.

Hey, mind your business, you.

Mrs. Statler, do you mind if we come in?

Hey, I'm Bush, lady, and I'm going to sleep.

The kid's a bum. All he ever did around here was hang on the roof, smoke dope,

and give his mother grief.

It's important, Mrs. Statler.

So would you please call us if you see or hear from Neil?

He's a punk.

Neil's not a bad kid.

He just doesn't fit in sometimes.

And he and Jack really... Hey, Jenny!

See, Mary Beth? It's what I keep telling you. All the good men are taken.

I don't know.

Don't walk away from me when I'm... I've nothing to tell you. Hey!

Don't give us a hard time here, kid. Or both of you will have your butts in a

sling. I don't know what ghost is.

Oh, Petey, get smart, all right?

I've done a real serious trouble here.

You call us when he shows up.

He's my friend.

Here you go, Petey.

Hell of a friend.

Well, it works. Out on the street, Ghost looks after Petey.

Still, they've rarely survived.

Oh, I've heard their stories too, Father.

Oh, you think they make them up? What about their victims when these little

darlings get hold of a gun and go big time?

Some of them get a gun for protection.

Out there, they're victims too.

You want to call us when Ghost shows up, Father?

Well, Sean would like to see you.

Thanks.

So long, Father.

Leading heart and living heart.

All right.

That can pity the lost cause already.

Someone's home!

Sweetheart?

You know, Harvey, sometimes when I come home and you say, sweetheart, I wonder

if you're sure it's me.

Who else?

Huh? My sweetheart?

Sweet chick?

Sweet neck? Yeah, that's far enough, Bobby.

You wait till I'm using tomatoes from our own garden.

How come you're not in Brooklyn?

We were on our way there, but there came all the radio.

They found the guy dead in Prospect Park. Lost the blood.

Good. One more creep who didn't get away with killing a cop.

Cop is still dead.

Hey, come on. Sit down. I'll make you some pasta.

Sit.

You finally finished with this?

No, we're still looking for a kid with a gun.

Where's our kid?

Alice is supposed to be sleeping.

Only I heard her a minute ago.

Mikey is supposed to be studying math. Only I heard a Springsteen record in his

room. Harvey is supposed to be at the library with Tiffany, only I guess

probably... Oh, give me a break.

We went to a shelter today?

Kids Mikey's age look 40.

Yeah. Hey, Mary Beth, I had a great idea about the Easter trip.

You and me go to Paris, and Muriel takes the kids to Williamsburg.

That's not bad. Anyway, I'm looking at the order club map. What catches my eye?

Washington, Philadelphia, Valley Forge. Great places. The boys would love to see

them. Harvey, between going and coming back, we'll be in the car the whole

So we go this summer when school's out. That way we take our time, we do it

right.

Plus, maybe we could stop a night in that hotel in Pennsylvania, the one that

Artie talks about, the one with the jungle motif and the vibrating beds.

Harvey, do you realize that you get this way every time you make spaghetti

sauce?

Really?

What way?

Put yourself on hold, Harvey. I'm hungry.

Me too.

Annie?

Morning, Lieutenant.

There was a time when nobody came in here after Lacey. You two changing the

I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

Here's the squad's tents. Hold the guns, please.

Today? Now, Cagney. My car's not there. I already inspected myself.

I'll do you when you finish.

Uh,

okay, everybody, listen up. This is not a drill. Prepare for weapons inspection.

Mr. Zito, you're up first.

Wait a minute, you're serious.

Very.

Mr. Becky, where are you going?

Drive back.

Okay, Manny, what you got?

736 -02, okay.

What is that? Oh, you have an eye for class, mother of pearl.

Tastefully monogrammed with my initials. Mr. Jeter, it starts with somewhat

tacky. Regulations state original grip only. That would be rubber, wood, or

plastic. So have it fixed by Friday or... Tacky?

You're telling me to wear plastic?

Carrasco. Right.

Al, your card says Smith & Wesson. That is a coat.

Oh, right.

Smith & Wesson.

W.

1142.

Right brand, wrong number.

Oh, right.

SNW 47101, third time lucky.

Next time the weather report says lightning, leave a few of those home.

I like a man who's heavily armed, Al.

This came from Ballistic.

Give it to Lacey.

What is that?

Ballistic. Oh, good deal. Thanks.

You're up.

Yeah, you know, Cagney, I seem to remember a serial number problem on my

that I never got quite corrected. Nice try. Let's not prolong the pain, Victor.

Now, I know that your shiny 9mm is your best buddy, but as of today, your

buddy's retired.

Look, Cagney, I just won't wear it for a few days. Victor!

A 9mm is against regulations. If I see it again, I'm going to write you up and

give that gun back to Faveny. I'm not going out there with a pea shooter like

Denby.

A .38's hardly a pea shooter. If Denby'd had his, he'd probably be alive today.

Victor, after the inspection, Cagney gets flack if you get caught.

Oh, take off guard, Marcus.

It's on my beret. It protects you, too.

My hero.

I need some coffee.

Did you have a sleep, Chris?

Over everything, Mary Beth.

You get an A.

Ballistics confirm the grocery cashier was shot with Kale Spencer's PFM.

You didn't just want for good old Kale's museum piece to get dirty, did you?

Detective Lacey, 14th.

Calm down, Mrs. Statler.

All right?

A little check on it.

Thank you.

Sergeant? What?

Mrs. Statler's neighbor called her at work.

She said she thought she saw Neil on the roof.

Great. I'll do these later.

Vests, Christine.

Oh, I went by Charlie's. I must have forgotten.

We'll pull by and pick it up.

Well, who's the kid? Forget it. Let's move.

Last one. Here we go. Here we go.

Oh, look, I hit the top of that.

Yeah,

try not to be yanky, buddy.

No, too short, too short.

One more.

Oh, whip, curve, curve.

I can't do that.

Okay, hold on.

Hello, fellas.

Police.

Neo, just stay calm. He'd like to talk to you.

Go, kitty! Come on, go!

It's a cracked rib, sir. The vest took the impact.

Thank God.

But you know, getting shot is different.

You've got to give yourself time, you know, to deal with, you know, all of it.

I understand, sir.

Do you speak to psychological services?

No, sir. Sergeant Cagney brought me home before they got to the hospital.

I don't think it's necessary, sir.

Mandatory.

And for good reason.

Cagney's down there seeing him now.

Crazy. It's a normal day.

You do a good job and go home.

Hopefully not too late.

I can't figure out why I don't want to quit.

Lacey, I read all the reports.

You did a good job.

Then how did it happen?

Somebody must have done something wrong.

Harvey, it was nothing like that.

I mean, sometimes you do everything right and these things still happen.

It's a kid with a gun.

The firearms review board is going to confirm everything was by the book.

Down the line, this could mean to take the second grade for you, Lacey.

Well, that would be something, wouldn't it, Harv? It sure would.

You're a good cop all these years, but it takes almost getting killed to get

what you already earned.

Great job, the force.

You're upset already, and I know how you feel. No, you don't. Nobody ever shot

your wife.

Well, somebody shot one of my detectives.

And I care.

But getting shot, Harvey, it happens on this job.

It's not the lieutenant's fault, Harvey.

Don't tell me about this job. I've been up enough nights to know.

I'm only grateful my wife happened to be wearing a vet.

It didn't just happen. I wear it when I should.

Your wife is alive because she did all the right things yesterday.

I think I'm going to be late. I better get going.

Lieutenant. It's your husband.

Now, you take as long as you want here, Mason.

And anything you need, call me.

Thank you, sir.

I'm glad you're okay.

You did good work. I'm very proud of you.

He looks at you, and all he sees is a cop.

Harvey, if you ask me to choose between you and the job, it'll always be you.

Hey, Kat.

Tell Mary Brent I can get 50 bucks for her vest now that we know it works. I

get a 60 if she'll address it, okay?

Bunch Cagney, we're ordering out.

No, thanks, Petrie. I'm willing to pass.

You look a little rocky today.

You should have taken a sick day, too.

Our best took the round. I just got some tar on my dick.

Not good.

I was shocked when I read about the shooting.

Yeah. How's Detective Lacey doing?

Just cracked rib.

He'll be all right.

Well, thank God for those vests.

I am impressed. Most beautiful women are soft and fragile. Here you are, back at

work already.

Yeah.

New story described my gun. My friend in New Jersey doubled his offer.

It's worth more money because somebody was shot with it?

Extraordinary, isn't it?

Is there any way I can speed things up? Some way I could reclaim it before I

head home next week?

You two -faced creep.

Excuse me, ma 'am?

Because of your stupidity, my partner's almost killed. Now you come in here

wanting favors.

May I remind you that gun belongs to me.

That bumper sticker's right, man. Guns don't kill people. People like you do.

Oh, that's rich.

I traveled for two years around this country with that gun. Never had a

I come here where you people have lost control.

I'm robbed, and you're making that my fault. You're damn straight I am. If you

hadn't been hauling around your own legal hardware in the first place, none

this would have happened. Does the right to bear arms sound familiar, ma 'am?

We're here to raise a militia. Your timing stinks, Jack.

She started this.

In our house, she's allowed.

What's going on here?

Exactly the kind of treatment I'd expect in a place like this.

You want your gun back?

I'll get it released for you.

Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to arrest you for illegal

the minute you claim it.

What kind of American collects commie iron?

All right, everybody, back to work.

Peggy, in here.

You always said you got a good cop temper.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

How did it go with psychological services?

Something to talk about.

You make sure that Lacey talks to them. I want no loose ends left in her file.

Yes, Lieutenant.

So, cooled off?

I'm fine.

I could use one of your coffee breaks.

Get up.

You almost lost a partner.

And I almost lost my second whip.

You know, Cagney, yesterday was about as bad as this job gets.

Someday you're going to be sitting in that chair and you'll take the call.

I hope it turns out as well for you.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Much better, thank you. Yes.

Oh, they're beautiful.

And big.

Very best.

Avocados.

Two? Well, it takes two to tango. Avocados are a very sexy tree. One male,

female. I don't know how they tell them apart, but... Anyway.

The guy in the nursery said that if you put these in a very sunny part of your

yard and you cover them at winter and the gods smile in six to eight years,

will have the best guacamole and fresh metals.

Well, that's something to look forward to.

Coffee, Christine?

Sure.

Thanks for everything, Miss Painless.

Don't forget, you have to have your field of approval on your file.

Yeah, I'll get to it.

Did the I come up with anything on the Tulare case?

No.

Miss Becky and Petrie are handling our load for a few days.

All the squad sent flowers. It's a nice arrangement upstairs.

Yeah? Be careful, regular.

Actually, I'd rather have a beer.

You sure?

Yeah. Samuels gave me the afternoon off.

But if you're so damn concerned, I'd be happy to take my trees near the cabin

bound to pass a bar or two on the way home.

You don't have to go to a bar, Christine. Go ahead, take a beer.

Thank you.

How'd you sleep last night?

You were pretty out of it when I dropped you off.

Oh, I did better than Harvey. He talked around all night.

You know something?

I haven't been in my house alone before.

This morning I found tar all over my jacket sleeve.

Yeah?

I flashed on those two on the roof.

It's the story of my life, isn't it? Always looking at the wrong boy.

Luck of the draw, huh, Chris?

It's getting more dangerous all the time.

We should stay off roofs from now on.

Anything above the second floor we give to is Becky.

You know something?

With the cherry blossoms and...

And spring flowers and all. It's going to be so beautiful at Williamsburg.

I thought you were talking about going this summer.

Why wait?

What are you putting me on?

You said dinner at 8.

Right, it's 7 o 'clock.

What? Holy cow. It's just a watch. I can't read the damn thing. Okay, come on

in. I'm sorry, Chris. No, come on in. Come on.

I have everything on the ready.

Why don't you watch some TV?

Oh, that's all I've been doing lately.

Hey, did you see Mary Fett?

Uh, yeah. It's okay.

Two, three days, we'll be back.

Oh, good.

Did you bring something?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Thank God I didn't remember where you left this when I heard about that

yesterday.

Oh, nothing to worry about, Charlie. I borrowed Faberty's vest when we got the

call. Sure you did.

You know, if I almost lost my partner, this bottle would be empty.

Well, thank God you never lost one.

Well, nothing to shooting.

One guy retired and the world quit the job. That was bad enough.

I don't know what I'd do.

Well, with good Cagney luck, Mary Beth will never find out either.

So, how do you feel physically?

I'm okay.

My rib aches a little bit, but that's it.

You were very lucky.

Are you sleeping all right?

Any flashbacks or replays of the shooting?

Like Christine?

Did Sergeant Cagney talk about that?

Sergeant Cagney is your partner?

Yes. What'd she say?

I don't know.

She spoke with another therapist.

These sessions are all confidential.

Nothing that's said leaves this office.

So, your family, how are they taking this?

Well, my Alice is only a baby.

I mean, I know that people say that babies are very sensitive to these

but she's fine.

And Harvey Jr.

and Michael were very upset at first, but they're better now.

Christine is like me. You get hurt in the past. And Harvey, my husband, my

was the most upset of all.

Your older daughter is named Christine also?

I have one daughter, Dr. Alice, my baby.

Oh, I see.

When you named your family, you included Christine.

I did?

What does that mean?

Does that mean something?

Often when cops are shot, very strong feelings emerge.

Guilt, anger, fear.

Yeah, I'm fearful.

Oh, you bet I'm fearful. I mean, I hear my elephant.

Oh, yeah, my mother was shot dead when I was 14 months old.

I mean, I'm not saying I don't have problems, but I don't think that I have

come in here and complain about them.

It was a good procedure, doctor.

I believe that.

I mean, what happened, nobody could have seen.

It could have been either me or Christine that got hit.

Have you talked about that with her?

We will. I mean, no, not yet. But I'm planning to.

My partner is not like my girlfriend.

You know, in that way where it's easy to talk.

She's all fighting crime the whole time.

She's all caught up in the game.

But she was doing her job. She's very, very good cop.

No other questions?

No loose ends?

I keep thinking about those movies where something terrible happens to Margaret

Sullivan and she has to pick out a new wife to take her place.

If you get shot in the street, you don't have time.

What? What do you want me to say?

That poor screwed up kid panicked and shot me.

He could have killed me.

He would have killed my partner.

What questions? What loose ends do you want to hear about? It was terrible and

stupid.

And I'm mad. I'm very mad about it.

Is that it?

What is it you want me to say, doctor, so I can say it and get the hell out of

here?

It's okay, detective.

No, it's not.

It's okay.

No, it's not.

take your call right now, but if you leave a message, I'll get back to you.

How you feeling, Chrissy?

You know, I think we could both use a night out.

Now, I'm offering pizza, Chinese, bowling, or pool.

Your pick.

Wait to have me.

Hi, it's David.

I don't believe the separation is any easier for you.

I miss you very much.

It's the plumbing, Miss Cagney. Twice you didn't leave the key. You want me to

fix that leak or not?

Let me know.

Gleason Burglary told us, Cagney, you never gave him back.

Timing makes champions, Petrie.

Sorry, but I asked for him two days ago.

I gave him to him in his back yesterday.

In a dream, Cagney.

Your desk is the Bermuda Triangle these days. Everything that lands on it

disappears.

Buy the book, a Regulation 38. The serial number's already on my tent card.

Satisfied?

Ha!

I tried, Cagney. I grew up for two days. Look, it just isn't good. I feel naked.

The gun is part of me. Yeah, well, have it surgically removed. The next time I

see it, I'm going to write you up.

Maybe I'll just carry it in the crotch. Well,

in your case, I'm sure there's plenty of room.

Hey, everybody, look who's back.

Hi, DeMarcus. I feel great.

Welcome back, Lacey. We missed you. Thank you, Al. I bet that barred your

while you was out, because mine makes these offensive noises every time I

swivel.

It took me years to break that chair, and that better not feel any different.

Hey, no fear.

Hey, welcome back, partner.

Thought you were going to take a week.

Oh, today felt right.

You free at lunchtime? Yeah.

I'll buy any place you choose.

Oh, oh, I'm sorry, Lacey.

Here, let me help you. Oh, it's good to see you back.

Now, you stay inside the next few days. You take off that vest and you relax

until you feel up to stop. Thank you, sir, but I'm back 100%. Oh, that's good.

But don't overdo anything.

Are those our files?

Yeah, I'm just catching up on a few reports.

Hey,

Petrie, I think those recent photographs you were looking for, we might have

them in a couple of minutes.

Listen.

Hey, see?

You're wearing your vest to protect your rib?

I'm wearing my vest to protect my everything.

All we're doing is taking a statement from a mugging victim.

So, Sergeant, you're psychic?

Sorry. Sorry I mentioned anything. You wear whatever you want. I'm glad you're

back. I've just been going through the motions.

Yeah, I know.

I saw the files already.

Maybe you came back too soon. You want to have lunch another day?

That's okay by me, but I wasn't talking about eating. We have an appointment at

1 .30 at Psychological Services.

Wait a minute. Why do we have an appointment?

Because Dr. Wilson says I'm angry.

This is about me, right?

That's why I'm here.

You're here because your partner asked you to come. Why is it always about you?

Your career problems, your lucky social life, your father's... Okay, so it's not

about me.

What happened on that roof happened to both of you.

I know, I was there.

Remember?

Did you two work this thing up or what?

I don't need anybody to speak for me.

You let me down, partner.

What the hell are you talking about? Why didn't you have your vest on?

You know why I didn't have it on. Because you left it at Charlie's?

See? So I wear the stupid vest, and she goes charging in, no protection, and I

get hit.

Why would you do that to me?

Why would you do that to yourself?

Oh, Mary Beth, would you stop mothering me?

It's always usually about the seatbelts, right? Fasten your seatbelts,

Christine. Now it's the damn vest.

I live the way I live, doctor.

I was scared, Chris.

Maybe you never get scared, but I do.

Don't make me feel guilty about it. What, are you too selfish to understand

that?

Why is it all right for you to die?

What kind of a stupid question is that?

Why is it all right?

Look, I feel like I'm being ambushed here, okay?

Wait a minute.

I had a bullet in my chest.

And I'm talking about the real thing.

I had the transfusions and the tubes and the paint. Answer my question.

No, it is not all right if I die.

Yeah, but you act like it is.

Who's saying that? You or him?

Do you think I wanted to see you go down?

Do you think I didn't want it to be me? I don't know what you want anymore.

Well, I wish I had taken the bullet, okay? But, hey, I didn't. Perfect,

Christine, because then you'd be dead.

Because you weren't wearing your damn fist.

But she was.

See?

Yeah, you were. And you're going to keep on wearing it every day, any time,

until she picks up her pension.

I'll wear it when I need to. Well, I don't want to go around scared all my

Neither do I.

How am I going to trust you if you keep waiting for the next bullet?

What kind of partner are you going to be?

Same kind I've always been.

The one you can count on.

The one who feeds you coffee and aspirin every morning and then tiptoes around

on eggshells until you're ready to face the day.

The one who picks up the pieces when you jump all over some witness with both

feet because you got a damned hangover. You want to switch partners? Fine. No, I

don't. Then you take me like I am. I do, Chris.

I do. I'm the one that follows you around this filthy city.

And freezes within the car all night while you play out some half -cocked

the whole time hearing about how the newest man in your life is disappointing

you. What did I do to you? I don't know why you want to hurt me. I'm propping

you up when the bottom falls out of some case that we both broke our butts on.

Because I care about you! I don't want to hear any more of this crap.

Not this time, sister.

I care about you, Christine Cagney.

I care about what happens to you.

I wish that didn't scare you so much.