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I'm on the scene in the 14th Precinct
with the hero of the hour. I am

recommending you for departmental
recognition.

Go for the gold, Mary Beth. You don't
have to play hero to prove you still got

your nerve.

Take her out of here, or I'm calling the
psycho wagon and have her taken out!

Didn't tell me she's not cracking up a
little. You're a good person, Christine.

This was Pat Nixon.

He's looking at you, kid.

Wake up.

Help me.

How many?

Uh, Petri, Becky, Esposito, we have
three. I'd like a cinnamon crumb. Look,

lady, I don't have all day.

See, for you, look at that.

You want the cops here.

Call for help. Dial 911.

Do it, mister.

Do it.

Are you all right, sir?

My wife.

Are you okay?

for you. Come here, man!

I'm gonna blow!

Good morning, Lieutenant.

Good morning, Sergeant.

Chocolate chip, Danish. I've got the
last two.

So... Your partner, what is she doing?
Sleeping in this morning or is she

breakfast at the Trump Tower?

Actually, Detective Lacey should be here
any minute, Lieutenant, from the M

.E.'s office.

The Haskell homicide.

Wouldn't be snowing me now, would you,
Sergeant?

Yeah, what is it?

Sorry, sir.

Cagney, it's your dad again.

Says he's urgent.

Oh, excuse me. No, that's all right.
Here, take a hair.

All right, thank you.

Huh?

What's wrong?

Charlie, we just went through... I don't
remember.

Pop. Pop, listen to me. I'm in a
meeting, all right? I'll call you later.

No, I can't... Pop.

Why don't you just come over then?

Okay. Bye.

Charlie's pushing 70.

Memory isn't quite as sharp as it used
to be.

Still hitting the sauce pretty hard,
huh?

I guess it's not getting any better.

Well, it's hard to say exactly.

You know, my first partner, Tom O 'Han,
one of the top cold shields in 116.

His wife died five years ago, brain
tumor.

And Tom took to the bottle pretty hard.

Tom went to AA.

It worked.

Here, take one of these, will you?

You're getting too damn thin.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

The doctor says there don't appear to be
any internal injuries, but they have to

keep him open, you know, for
observation.

What happened to your hand?

Your partner was injured in the line of
duty, Sergeant. Lacey saved the baby.

Seconds before a gas tank explodes.

Are you all right? What would be better?
Took a lot of guts, Lacey.

It's a better kid's dad than me. What
happened?

Well, the father, I think it was the
father. It could have been an uncle or a

friend of the family. I mean, the kid's
only three weeks old, so chances are...

But we cut to the chase. No chase. It
was a collision, and the father was

killing the explosion.

The baby's going to be in a foster home
until we find the mother. It was an out

-of -state license plate, Iowa.

And then the reporters followed us all
down to the hospital, and maybe the

mother will see the picture and
recognize the baby.

They took your picture, too?

You're drooling, Victor. I take terrible
pictures. I thought you liked cinnamon

crumbs. It's a heck of a way to start
the day. Excuse me, Detective Lacey.

This is Kirstie Pomona.

WREQ -TV Nighttime News. It's a pleasure
and an honor to meet you, Detective

Macy. Lacey, um, guys, could you give us
a room back here? You too, ma 'am.

Sergeant.

Frank, will you stand here?

Good, now, now just... Just being
natural, our viewers want to see the

story behind the real woman.

I'm on the scene in the 14th Precinct
with the hero of the hour, Detective

Beth Lacey, a tough, no -nonsense lady
who put a young baby's life before her

own. What drove you to the brink of
death, Detective?

I would have to say it's all in a day's
work.

A wife?

mother of three, and a dedicated NYPD
professional who says that saving

human being is all in a day's work.

I'm Kirstie Komodo, WREQ -TV, nighttime
news.

Oh, that's horrible.

Oh, turn that off.

Time for homework, guys.

You look cool, Mom.

Yeah, I bet the kids at school want your
autograph. Thank you, honey.

Me and Prince, huh?

Too bad I wasn't wearing my blue blouse.
You know, the periwinkle blue with the

high collar and the ruffles. It frames
my cheekbones better.

Took a hell of a chance, Mary Beth.

What if that gas tank explodes five
seconds early?

Baby John Doe isn't the only orphan
around here.

Harvey. First the damn guy on the roof,
and now this. You don't have to play

hero to prove you still got your nerve.

Honey, I wasn't trying to prove
anything.

If you had been on that street, you
would have done the same thing, and

the truth, and you know it.

Look,

I wasn't going to bring this up again.

We've got to talk, Pop, and I want you
to be clear -headed.

Oh, come on, Chrissy. One or two drinks
is not overdoing it.

Yeah, but you never stop at two.

Oh, please, don't start nagging me, will
you?

I told you I wanted to do this gradual.

Well, it's not good enough.

Oh, so that's it now, huh? Your old
man's not good enough for you.

Stop it. I did not say that.

Well, then what the hell are you saying?

You've changed.

The way you act, the way you talk to me.

You and I have conversations. You don't
even remember them five minutes later.

So I get a little fuzzy.

They say the memory is the second thing
to go.

Come on, Chrissy. You're going to get
old someday, too, you know.

Look, Charlie, I think that maybe you
might want to go to AA.

Me?

AA?

Are you out of your mind?

Have you ever found me passed out in the
gutter? Have you?

Alcoholics Anonymous?

Honey, those people are drunks.

Hey, look at me. Come here.

Is that what you think you're about your
old man?

Of course not. I just think that you...
Hey, look, you know, I'm Irish.

I like to have a few nips of whiskey.

Now, you're going to nail me to the
cross for that?

Charlie, I'm just saying... Those people
are different over there, Chrissy.

They can't even hold a job. They can't
get through the day without having a

snort. You know how many times I've quit
cold turkey?

Lots of times.

You'll bet your life lots of times.

Hey, I've got days, weeks without having
anything.

It's just that I worry about you,
Charlie. I want you to take care of

Oh, honey.

Hey, baby, sweetheart. Who is ever going
to take any better care of me than you,

huh?

I've got a great idea.

Let's you and me go to a movie.

Casablanca's playing down at the Revival
House.

You remember the first time we ever saw
that together?

It was your 10th birthday.

My 9th. 9th.

That's right.

Your mother and Brian had the flu, and
it was just me and you.

Maybe tomorrow night, Pop.

Yeah, sure, why not? It's playing all
week.

I'm kind of tired. I think maybe I'll
turn in early.

Never let it be said that Charlie Cagney
wore out his welcome.

Tomorrow night, the next night,
whenever.

We got a date.

You give me a call?

Sure. I'll call you later, Pop.

Fine.

See you later.

He's looking at you, kid.

Lady cop spills own blood to save baby
from burning inferno. Made the front

page. Looking good, Mary Beth.

Oh, do you think so? Better than
Detective Deedy. Well, I wouldn't take

far. I would.

Morning, Chris.

Good morning, Mary Beth.

Probably bought about a dozen of these,
you know, for souvenirs.

Wouldn't you know that yesterday was the
day I forgot I wanted to try my new

eyeshadow. I got this gorgeous new cream
eyeshadow that Harvey just loves.

Burgundy Beza.

Beza is French for kiss.

Yeah, I remember.

It's a great picture. Look, you look
like a cop who knows what she's doing.

more do you want? A nice big close -up
of the baby so that maybe somebody could

recognize him.

I have noticed the phone hasn't been
ringing. Maybe the real mother wants a

vacation from diapers.

Maybe not.

Detective Lacey, 14th.

Cagney? Yes.

Hi, Charlie.

I don't know yet.

I'll have to call you later.

Mm -hmm.

Yeah, I will.

I got to go, Pa.

Bye.

Thank you.

The car was registered to a Mrs. Jane
Beckwith, white, female, 34 years of

last known resident of Cedar Rapids,
Iowa.

The ex -landlord says they packed their
bags seven months ago and headed east.

You know why Jane Beckwith hasn't
called?

Because nobody reads anymore.

See, they all fry their brains with
Kirstie Komodo and her nighttime news

bimbos. Come on, Sergeant. This is why
they pay us the big bucks.

A glorious day for a little legwork,
huh?

Very best.

I have DD5 from last January that's not
a room in my desk to breathe.

This is your baby.

No pun intended.

You know the best thing about working
with you.

No matter how overworked you are, no
matter what your personal feelings are

regarding a particular case, I could
always count on you. Why?

Because you're a professional.

The type of professional who can always
come through for their colleagues, for

their partner, irregardless.

Isn't this something, Mary Beth, huh?

Everybody loves a hero.

Marble top to the grocer held in
Greenblatt's Deli. Isn't that nice? Is

nice? You kidding? They're going to name
a sandwich after you.

Joan of Arc lives.

Love and kisses, Detective Harry Dutner.

Bottle in New Jersey. I mean, some
people got no taste.

Hey, Lacey.

Coming, sir.

Pardon me, Manny. Yeah, sure. Sure.

You hungry, Victor? Yeah.

Let's eat. All right.

What a day, huh?

Yes, sir.

Five million New Yorkers seeing your
face splashed across the front page

they're drinking their morning coffee.
How many cops get that kind of

That's a real honor, sir.

And it makes the department look good,
too.

Mother of that baby turn up yet?

We're doing our best to find her, sir.
Good, good, good. The Nelman wants us on

top of that. Hey, you find her. Could
mean another front page for you. Who

knows? One is enough for me.

Well, I think you deserve more than
that. I'm recommending you for

recognition.

I'm very proud of you, detective.

Very proud.

I'm proud to serve under you, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Detective Lacey, here's a report of last
month's hospital admissions.

There's no male birth to Jane Beckwith.

Oh, well, you know what they say, Basil.
One man's stumbling block is this

woman's stepping stone.

Okay, thank you.

Yeah.

Ladies News Flash from Cedar Rapids.

This is Jane Beckwith and her husband
Tom have been on and off welfare for the

last six years.

Well, that narrows the possibilities.

Oh, yeah.

Like a needle in a haystack.

Family shelters, that's our own. The
woman's not staying in the plaza,

Christine. Where do you want to start?

Mary Beth, it's two o 'clock. Come on,
give it a rest.

Lieutenant Samuel says that...

Inspector Nelman says that this should
be top priority.

Uh -huh. It's because he wants his face
on the front page of the newspaper also.

Christine, the baby needs his mother.
All right.

All right. Can I make one phone call?

Hey, Chuck.

Hello there. This is the pride of the
frightened Irish, Charlie Keck. Listen,

got rid of those stringing Madonnas for
you.

Gertrude Steinmeier.

Oh, hi, Pop.

Listen, Humphrey Bogart was right.

There's a crazy world and anything can
happen, so we're on for tonight.

I'll see you later. Bye.

You're a good person, Christine.

Says Pat Nixon.

Look what happened to her.

And the lieutenant said he thinks it
could mean a commendation.

Pat on the back. Add a girl, Detective
Lacey.

Well, anybody appreciates a little
recognition.

That's the best Samuels can do for you.
What about your promotion?

You know how many guys got the nod this
year while you waited?

I know.

In this precinct alone, three guys have
gotten the bump this year.

I know, Christine.

Well, strike while the iron's hot, I
say, Mary Beth.

You're the fair -haired cop of the
month, so use it or lose it.

Go for the gold, Mary Beth. Take my
advice, huh? Put the pressure on

You only live once, but if you do it
right, once is enough.

Well, worse than me.

buying the popcorn.

Operator. Operator, yes, this is
Sergeant Cagney, NYPD.

This is an emergency at 10 -13.

A member of our force is down. Please
send an ambulance to 482 Garfield Place,

apartment 310, Brooklyn.

Yes.

All right, hurry!

Are you okay? Here we go.

Okay, Pop, breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe. Breathe.

Come on, Pop. Come on, Charlie, breathe.

Breathe.

Come

on,

Pop, breathe with me. One, two, three,
four, five, six,

seven.

Breathe, Pop.

Breathe. Come on.

Wake up, Pop.

Breathe!

Breathe, damn it!

Breathe!

Breathe!

Please, God.

God, Pop, don't leave me.

Breathe. Wake up.

Christine. Paramedic said he was dead
when they got there.

I didn't believe him.

You know, sometimes you hear stories
about those patients who die on tables

15 minutes later they just come back to
life.

Miracles happen all the time, right?

All the time. Dr. Peters, you're wanted
in O .R. staff.

Dr. Peters, you're wanted in O .R.
staff.

And I wouldn't let him ride in the
ambulance alone either.

What if he woke up, you know, and
wondered what was happening?

tough you know what i mean but he gets
scared i've seen him really scared so

i held his hand the whole way so they

didn't know i was there and his hand was
warm it wasn't cold at all

um

when we got here the doctor said that he
was dead too

I said, that's it. There's nothing we
can do.

I said, well, that's my father.

Would you just walk away if it was your
dad?

It made a lot of noise.

And they started, you know, working on
him again.

What happened, Chris? Do they know what
happened?

Cerebral hemorrhage, they think.

He fell somehow.

I don't know.

They were at that damn coffee table.

That's where I found him, by the table.

I told him so many times to be careful
of those corners, that they were

dangerous.

And he always used to say, Chrissy, what
do you think I am, two years old?

Do you know how Charlie is? He's so hard
-headed.

Good day with her tonight, okay?

Hiya.

I've been thinking about giving Ma
something special for her birthday this

Maybe a trip to Bermuda.

They got those special excursion rates.

I don't care about the money, Harvey.

Yeah.

Lady's worked hard all her life.

What's she got to show for it?

A family who loves her very much.

Oh, yeah, sure.

But I mean, how much fun does she have?

I mean, you know, she won't spend a
thing on herself.

Not when she can buy a new dress for
Alice.

I think a trip to Bermuda's a wonderful
idea.

Two weeks.

Maybe three.

I mean, we could wait a couple of months
on that dining room setter.

Sure.

Yeah.

Yeah, we ought to have her over for
dinner more often.

Treat her a little special.

Take her out to the movies.

We will.

Spend more time with Muriel.

Have you thought about your dad meeting
the kids?

No, I have not.

Charlie Cagney loved his daughter,
Harvey.

He stuck by her.

Is he still writing you?

I'm not writing him back.

to leave you alone.

Are you okay?

I can't stay. I'm sorry.

May I double?

Thank you.

If there's anything else, let me know.

Mr. Cagney chose the Garden of Hope for
his final resting place. So that means

that you take this path here, you turn
right at the gate, and that's the Garden

of Tranquility.

Your father was a wonderful man to do
business with.

So, uh, prompt with all his payments.
And you're sure it's all included?

Everything, I mean. Oh, yes, yes,
indeed.

Mr. Cagney wanted the whole package. Of
course, only the basic coffin is

included. If you want any options, resin
seals, satin plush linings, we have the

models in our showrooms. They go from
the moderate to more... I don't care

the price. I want the best.

Certainly, Miss Cagney.

Oh, uh...

We will need a suit of clothes for your
father.

And what hours would you like the
viewing?

The what? The viewing of the body in our
mortuary. No.

Oh. Well, are you certain that there
aren't any other members of your family

might want it? I'm okay.

He'd hate it, Mary Beth.

I remember him in Sean O 'Rourke's
funeral. He looked into that open casket

he turned to his pieces. Chrissy, they
took a solid street cop and turned him

into a cupid doll. He has no dignity.
Why, if Sean were buried, he'd roll over

in his grave.

Charlie.

That's Charlie, all right.

Maybe Brian would want to look at him,
but nobody else.

If they can't remember Charlie the way
he was, to hell with them.

Christine, this is the Garden of Hope.

Lovely view, huh?

He was always behind in his rent.

He had bar tab at Flannery's as long as
his arm, but his funeral plot was bought

and paid for.

They didn't want that on your shoulders,
Chris.

Chris, he loved you so much.

He took care of things like a father
does.

Christine? Christine, are you here?

Yeah.

That's Virginia.

Love to wife.

Got your wanderlust.

Hannah and the girls wanted to come, but
this flew over last Friday.

First time in their island, so I told
him to stay.

We should get our way together more once
time goes by.

Charlie always loved this neighborhood.

Never could get him to California.

Not even to see his own grandchildren.

Not that he didn't want to be with you.

It's all right to sit in his ways, you
know.

Remember how it used to be when we were
all together?

Oh, I remember the fight.

The night mother kicked him out.

Came home drunk again.

There's no reason...

Treat him the way she did, packing his
clothes and leaving him on the porch

that. She humiliated him.

He asked for it.

Well, he did.

She nagged him all the time.

No wonder he... tied her around every
once in a while.

Oh,

I hated the way he used to talk to her.

She always darted it.

It's always on him and complaining, you
know.

Nobody told Charlie Cagney what to do.
Sure as hell no woman.

I thought I'd talk about it when you
were okay.

I always wished we were the Andersons.

What?

Papa Knows Best.

I hated that show.

You never missed it.

Everybody in the department had a lot of
respect for your father.

A real cop's cop.

I, uh... put a call into the M .E.'s
office.

Report on your father's death. I knew
you probably would want to see this.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

With all the alcohol in the system, I...
It's easy to understand how he couldn't

help himself.

0 .25, that's a heavy dose.

And the way they described the cut, I
figured that he fell.

And, you know, I started hemorrhaging
and... The condition he was in, he

He couldn't call for help.

It's a damn shame.

It's a damn shame.

Thank you.

I'm fine.

As I was saying, we already have a name
and a physical description on the baby's

mother. I'm fine. Really, I am.

I would like to hear who you think his
mother is.

We're not allowed to give out that
information.

Your information is wrong.

I tell you, that baby is mine.

Jesus Francisco Perez.

Doesn't he look beautiful?

He's a very beautiful baby. But you see,
your baby has the dark hair. This

baby's hair is light.

They dyed his hair to hide him.

Mrs. Perez, your baby's eyes are brown.

This baby's eyes are blue.

I tell you, it's my son.

I know my son, my own flesh and blood.

I want him back.

Oh, God, please, I want him back.

All right.

Take her out of here or I'm calling the
psycho wagon and have her taken out.

It's going to be all right.

Why don't you come with me, ma 'am? Come
on.

Here we go. Come on.

The woman's out of control.

May the angels lead you to paradise.

In the name of the Father and of the Son
and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Charlie always said that he never had a
bad time at a good Irish wake.

So, my brother and I would like to
invite all of you to a party at

honor of my dad.

It was a lovely service, Brian.

I think Dad would have liked it.

Thank you.

What even?

I'm sorry.

I know how close you and your father
were. Thank you. I appreciate the

condolences. Chris, when I said I was
sorry, I wasn't just talking about your

dad.

What do I have to say?

That you were right and I was wrong?

Chris, let me be with you today. Let me
take you to Flannery. No, thank you.

Really, I'd like to stay with my dad.

Okay, then I'll wait for you. No.

I'll see you at Flannery's.

Whatever you like.

You're more than welcome to come.

Charlie. Hey, Father.

Christine, my girl.

Hi.

I was just telling Tony here about the
work that St. Basil's is doing with

singles. Why don't the two of you stop
by next Sunday?

It's been too long since we've seen you,
ma 'am. Well, you know what they say,

Father, like dad, like daughter.

How's everybody doing? Charlie wouldn't
want anybody to go thirsty here. Let me

fill that up.

You're a hard woman to say no to.

That's what I can tell you. Yeah.

I'll be back.

My guy?

Hey, Terry.

File these.

A weed drop from the good father down
there.

I'll have another double.

Are you fine?

Good, I'm fine.

Good. Excuse me. Do you young fucks
remember In the Mood? Remember? It's the

story of my life.

Why are all these plates empty?

There's the best corned beef in
Manhattan right over there. Come on.

We did fine, Christine. You need any
help? No, I got it all under control,

Guys, Shakespeare says you gotta eat,
drink, and be merry.

Tomorrow you may kick off, too.

Something like that.

You sure you feel okay, honey?

You tell me, Harvey.

How did this sexy bod feel next to you?
Never felt better to me.

They're my kind of women. They share
everything.

That's right, we do.

Uh -oh.

Uh -oh.

Uh -oh.

I've got to make the lieutenant happy.

A sergeant's work is never done, you're
right. And I bet he's as good and bitter

as you always said he was.

Donna, she's kidding.

Dagny. This is a heck of a send -off.
Your old man will be real proud.

Hey, you got to go, Estesito. Might as
well go in style.

Well, I'll never forget the time that
your old man was giving me hell because

says I haven't got enough Irishmen on
the squad.

And you said that I was a pig, huh? He
said that about me, Estesito.

You know my father. Yeah, your father.
He never did pull any punches, did he?

You remember the time Charlie was on our
backs every day about the Chinatown

heist? Yeah.

He figured he knew his old beat better.

Yeah, he staked up those curbs and he
gave us the lead.

Should have been Luke Culler.

Well, you take the man out of the
uniform, but then you got a man with no

clothes on.

It's Charlie's joke.

The good Lord broke the mold after he
made Charlie Cagney.

Hell, he did. Where do you think I came
from? Oh, oh, oh, God.

I'm sorry.

No,

the party's just starting. Come on.

Everybody, have you met my brother
Brian?

Isn't he handsome?

I used to think that he looked like
James Dean. Chris, come on. The cab is

waiting.

All right.

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

I'll be back.

Can't tell me she's not cracking up a
little.

I hate to leave you with all of Dad's
affairs to clear up on.

There's nothing to it, all right?

Your old man didn't have a pot to pee
in.

Brian, I can handle it, honest. It's my
turn.

You go home to your wife and kids.

Come with me.

To California?

Now?

Tomorrow. The day after.

Soon.

Okay.

Why the hell not? I look great in a
bikini.

You look great in anything, Chris.

I'm scared there's going to be so much
proof.

Truth in advertising, right?

Can't trust anybody.

I said your brother had to leave so
soon.

Yeah, I'm leaving in a couple of days.

I'm going to California.

Oh, that's a super idea.

You must have, what, seven, eight weeks?

And I think maybe I'll brief Richard
over in the summer.

Yes, you should get to know both your
names better.

Maybe I'll take her to Coney Island.

U .N. building in Carnegie Hall.

Whenever Charlie and I'd go there, he
always used to buy me as much

cotton candy as I could eat.

It was a pink tie.

I don't know if you can see through.

I don't feel fine.

You have a family here, too.

Charlie was not the only one who loved
you.

Hey, Donna.

Having a good time? I'm having a hell of
a good time.

Too bad Charlie couldn't make it, huh?

Crick, I know how bad you're missing
your dad right now, but later on,

don't be a stranger.

Okay?

You left him when he needed you.

And now he's dead.

Oh, Crick. Don't touch me.

Hit me, Terry.

Listen up, everybody.

Fill your glasses. We're gonna make a
toast to my pop.

To Charlie Cagney, New York's finest.

When I was a little girl, my dad told me
that when I grew up, I could be

anything that I wanted to be.

And all I wanted to do was grow up and
be a cop like my pop.

And that's what I did.

He was the best, my dad.

He was kind, and he was warm, and he was
tough.

He was tough enough to scare the devil
back to hell.

Charlie had a lot of problems, but he
never quit.

My pop never...

Quit.

I know how much all of you love Charlie.

And I know how much you care for him.

To my father, please.

I'll see you again someday, Pop.