All language subtitles for Cagney and Lacey s06e20 Happiness is a Warm Gun

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.