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The law in New York is very specific now regarding domestic violence. I'm

required to make an arrest. She is a cop and you're a criminal and you should be

locked up. Man banks his wife around like a racquetball. There is no record

that in our precinct. Nobody wanted to help out Detective Lacey, the famous

hippie nun cop from Manhattan.

Listen to me.

Get a lawyer.

Some sleazeball criminal is about to haul a great cop in front of a bull.

minute. Wait a minute. I didn't have to fight this. You're a lousy doormat. A

wife beater is exactly...

What you are. Your badge isn't going to be worth a bit.

Look, I mean, Cosmo's a two -bit thief.

I'm a businessman. We run a different circle.

Yeah, maybe I'll just run you through a wall, wise guy. What do you got in your

pockets? Well, this isn't my jacket. I borrowed it from my cousin.

What do we call this, cop?

You're a big official over this place. Why pick on me?

Because you are a big scum, that's why.

Now talk to us. You have worse trouble than that. Look, look, I don't trade

Cosmo, ladies. I haven't heard from him in weeks, probably.

Great. You got the time, we got the cell. Oh, wait, wait, wait, Judge.

Don't get crazy here. Trade with me, huh? The Bronx Knox got me up on some

of nothing.

Fix it for me, huh?

Where did we park the car, Sergeant?

Beats me.

Guess we'll have to walk the car around the neighborhood a while, but we'll find

it eventually. Okay, okay. No, no, all right.

I'll wrap the punk up in a ribbon for you, all right? Just call Bronx Knox for

me. Tell him I work for you.

You get us, Cosmo. We'll see what we can do.

Great.

How about my stuff?

Go.

Oh, what are you doing? Run, you piece of garbage.

You got Marcus in the bra?

Hell no.

I don't know. It's all about 86th Street.

This last month with Harvey putting in these late hours, it's been like, where

is Dad? How come Dad never spends any time with me? So I finally said to him,

Michael, how come your father is so important all of a sudden?

I mean, not that he's not. It's just that he has a mother, too.

The sex identity thing, Mary Beth.

Now, Cosmo's been moving hot TVs and radios for about 15 years. How come he's

important all of a sudden? Well, who knows? It's politics.

Anyway, so Harvey gets home last night. He starts a fawn all over Michael. Come

on, son.

Let's toss the football around.

Good male bonding.

It is not politics. I'm telling you, Feldberg has it stuck in his teeny

mind that Cosmo's got a major drug connection.

No, he said the key to the connection, Christine.

Anyway, now that Harvey is home, Michael won't have anything to do with him.

He says it's too late.

It's like Harvey walked into a major power plant.

How is Cosmo a key?

A key to what?

Coke stashed in some hot VCR?

A crack shoved in a microwave?

I'm telling you, bad ideas and DAs grow together like fungus on shower curtains.

I thought that could be right.

Miracles do happen. A year ago, he said Cosmo wasn't worth the paper it cost to

put him through the system.

Fungus, I'm jealous of you.

So Harvey went through a lot of trouble and he dug up somebody with connections

for boxing for some big game tonight.

The Knicks and the Celtics?

You don't have a son. You've got a lawyer.

David Keeler just phoned.

Where is everybody?

Big dealings in there. Michael has consented. They'll be home late tonight.

Good. See? Settled out of court.

We've been waiting for you two.

What? Petrie just joined the club.

Sergeant's lot finally opened up.

Maybe the two of us should take Marcus out for a cup of joe. Give him some

pointers. Let him know some of the responsibilities he's going to be

You mean the three of us huddled over some stain for Micah swapping info and

filing procedures?

Ah, sounds great, Cole.

But not in my idea of a good time.

Ah, the rewards of power.

Sergeant Petrie.

Nobody deserves it more than you.

Thank you, Mary Beth. You're welcome.

Of course, some of us are left in the dust.

No, Marcus is the kind of guy that remembers the little people.

Right, Marcus.

I don't know how I feel about all of this yet.

It's kind of like leaving home. Oh, how about we just kill the night sergeant? I

knew you weren't better. What about getting rid of the blonde?

Just a joke, Lacey.

Claudia must be so proud.

Oh, yeah.

But Lauren's the one to watch out for.

She'll drive the neighborhood crazy bragging. She'll have good reason.

Her daddy's a hell of a cop.

Yes, David Keely, please.

Yes, I'll hold.

Who's going to give me advice on Alice now?

Somebody around here must have a daughter.

We'll be the same.

I'll miss you, Mary Beth.

I'll miss you too, Marcus.

We'll see each other.

Oh, of course we will.

I better get back to work, Sergeant.

How about flatteries tonight?

Sure, all of us.

Sure, we'll get crazy.

Except get a big shot. It'll be on you.

How about just you and me, partner?

Great. Great. I'll cancel Ginger.

David, sounds wonderful.

But I think I'm going to go to a meeting tonight.

Hmm?

I don't know.

Well, yeah, they say the meetings are open, but I suppose you could come.

Why don't I just meet you afterwards for a bite, okay?

Yeah.

Thanks. I just don't know how I feel right now about it.

All right. I'll see you later.

David's still hocking to take him along to a meeting.

Thinking about it.

Is that the surprise?

Patty! Yes, Lieutenant?

A .D .A. Felber just pitched me a pitch about this thief, Cosmo Royer. Says you

can't produce him all of a sudden.

Lieutenant, one sec. I want to catch Petrie before he goes. Cosmo Royer

right out of sight, sir. Congratulations.

But we'll get him. Thank you, Sergeant.

Well, you two used to drag this loser in every couple of months. Yeah, but we

could never hold him, sir, because A .D .A. Felber is always cutting him loose.

Well, he wants him now, so go get him. We'll be back on it first thing

sir. It's terrific about Petrie, huh?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

He deserved it. That means he'll be moving to another precinct. I suppose,

Well, find me this guy Cosmo and get Tilburg off my back!

That's got nothing to do with it. I picked those guys out, Marcus.

I mean, I knew something was going to go down.

So then we jumped over three parked cars, bashed through the storefront,

clapped, slicing into your bicep, and knocking down two hoods as you rolled,

came up pumping red -hot rounds from your Beretta until everybody who was

alive threw up their hands and prayed for mercy.

You don't have to say.

Lucky I wandered in to help you tough.

Did you always know I was kind of a jerk, or I'll just come to you now?

You're not a jerk.

Victor, you're proud of yourself, that's all.

Me too.

I feel like we're getting a divorce.

Geez, you could warn a person.

She threw this at me, Mom. Hit me right in the head. Well, perhaps she wants

some more apple juice. It's on the top shelf behind your Super Bowl cup.

I cut that with good water because it'll be too sweet for her.

You know, there's more to taking care of your baby since I sit next to her

watching TV.

What is this?

Is this spaghetti sauce or chili?

Throw it away, whatever it is.

Your generation knows absolutely nothing about saving for a rainy day.

I'll call that chili.

I've got too much sauce already.

Yeah? Mrs. Lacey!

Lacey!

Hey, Joshua.

Michael's at a ball game. My mom's hurt, Mrs. Lacey. She needs help.

Sure, honey.

Harvey! Lock up behind me. I'm going over the fences. I'll be right back.

It's Mary Beth Lacey from down the street.

Can you talk?

Mrs. Benson?

My husband.

What's my fault? No, no, no. Take it easy.

I'll pay for this. Daddy, stop!

And tell your father when he gets home, I'll call him from Queens Precinct when

I get there.

What?

Take a clean one out of the box and change her. Simple enough?

All right.

Goodbye.

Well, I should have been here half an hour ago. Maybe most cops aren't as

as you are to bust in people's homes.

Honey. I'm sorry.

You're right, sweetheart.

We'll let our lawyer handle this. You can call your lawyer when we get to the

precinct. So you said.

Please, Mrs. Lacey, call them back up. This is really misunderstanding.

Look at us here.

I am looking at you, Rhonda. You've got a split lip and bruises up the left side

of your face and your eye is swelling up. She fell.

I told you. A shelf of dishes fell on her.

And if you hadn't come barging in here, I would have taken her to the hospital.

As a matter of fact, if we weren't being so pig -headed, we could go there now.

I really don't want to go to the hospital. I'm fine.

The law in New York is very specific now regarding domestic violence. I'm

required to make an arrest, sir.

You're a real piece of work, lady.

Please.

It's okay, son. It's okay.

It's okay. Don't worry.

Yeah? Police!

Detective Lacey?

That's me.

Where the hell have you been?

Marcus, why don't you talk to Samuel? If there's a way for you to stay, he'll

know it.

When did you start chewing gum?

Today.

It's a candy, donut, sandwich substitute.

Diet? You?

Why? You're always a fine meat.

Don't ever leave here, Marcus.

Look, Carr, I said that it's all taken care of, all right? I talked to

Not Home, and the Bronx Narcs have forgotten all about you, so give.

They're right.

That's all you got?

All right.

He couldn't dig up Cosmo, but he was able to find him.

Cosmo Boykin.

Want to go talk to him?

Yeah.

Who's Detective Noddle?

He's the partner to Detective Not There.

Cute, huh?

Have you said so?

What have you got in your mouth?

That's a rather personal question, Christine.

Sergeant?

So why didn't the uniforms take over after they got there?

Oh, no. Nobody wanted to help out Detective Lacey, the famous hippie nun

from Manhattan. No.

I had to go down and book that creep myself.

Thank God Drew Pink wasn't on duty.

How's Mrs. Benson?

Okay, I guess.

She's still pretending like nothing happened.

Social services are going to give her a call.

Their kid is certainly having a lousy childhood.

You take that kid and get out of there.

It's not that easy to walk away from your life.

There's shelters, there's places you can go.

To say the truth, Christine, I am honestly sorry for that family and their

problems, but it's my neighborhood.

It's my home.

I wish they'd move someplace else.

That sounds pretty heartless, huh?

Nope. Not unless you want to work 24 hours a shift.

Cosmo and I used to be together, but I dumped him last year.

Margaret, sweetheart, pumping all day isn't going to help unless you hook some

weights on.

There, try it.

Doesn't that feel better?

Have you seen Cosmo since you dumped him?

Oh, he used to pop in once in a blue moon whenever he needed a free dinner or

some extra cash.

But I finally put a stop to that, too.

So you have no idea where he might be?

Oh, he loves shopping.

Try the pawn shops.

Always looking for a bargain.

Your boyfriend is a thief, Mr. Eccles.

Ex -boyfriend.

And please call me Eric.

Eric, we have reason to believe that your ex -boyfriend is not only dealing

stolen goods, but has moved into narcotics. He could be in big trouble.

What are you doing, Mr. Hamilton?

There, maybe we can get some results now. Come on, Eric.

Has he called you recently? He's disappeared from sight, so it's probable

might be leaning on an old friend.

Look, he's nothing but trouble, and I don't have anything more to do with him.

Don't just hang there, Mr. Havelson. Lift!

You must have known what Cosmo was doing for a living. Maybe you even helped

him. You think you're taking criminal charges yourself, Eric? He told me he

worked in wholesale.

Like most modern couples, we've kept our money separate.

Fine, Eric. Calm down, Eric. He's a liar and a leak, and I don't know where he

is, all right?

You don't have to bust a bike, then.

I'm telling you, Mary Beth, Eric used the present tense every time he referred

to Cosmo.

The event is not that pristine as far as we know.

Take it from a single person. When you break up with somebody, they're dead.

David, Kayla seems alive and kicking. Yeah, but where's your friend?

Come on.

All that exercise made me hungry.

Hi. Can I have a hot dog with everything on it?

Are you taking David with you to an AA meeting?

No. It's not a social club, you know.

Mary Beth, you don't want to go.

You already came to one. That's enough, right? I figured if you wanted me there,

you'd ask. Yeah.

It's hard to look at it.

I appreciate you, you appreciate me, and the best way I know to keep that

appreciation going is to keep you out of the meeting.

Sounds good to me.

Yeah, could I have a root beer?

I mean, I don't go to those meetings to entertain my friends, you know. I could

understand that.

Would you give me a break here?

What, you want to watch me share?

Not if it would make you uncomfortable.

Well, it would.

It would make me uncomfortable.

Okay. Right now, I just want to feel comfortable and healthy.

Good. And that's the kind of healthy I could feel comfortable with.

Oh,

gee, would you look at this time? And it's my night to pick up Alice.

Good night, sir. Oh, hold on a second. Not so fast. Looks like the cosmo

warming up, Lieutenant.

Oh, that's good. Good.

Uh, please, you got a minute?

Certainly, sir.

Here, ma 'am. Sure.

These are not small -time charges.

What charges, Lieutenant?

Unnecessary force and the abuse of authority.

You're a neighbor.

You're some kind of real hard case.

I guess you could say that, yes, sir. And as lawyer pressed for an immediate

hearing in front of the Civilian Complaint Review Board, that could mean

next couple of days. Oh, sir, I got... And if they pin it on you, they can bust

you back to third grade or uniform or even off the course.

Yes, sir.

There isn't anything to these charges, is there? No, sir.

I don't think so.

You got a lawyer?

Not yet, Lieutenant.

So you called the Detective Endowment Association.

I'm not so sure I need a lawyer, sir.

Lacey, you listen to me.

Get a lawyer.

Thank you, sir.

Fresh air will be good for all of us. And we won't get any little soap bubbles

on the furniture.

Isn't that right, sweetie?

I don't get it, baby. You work your butt off all day. You come home here.

Harvey. Just a sec. Let me get this straight.

You do your sworn duty when you're called to help a woman who is getting

beat out of her by some two -bit empty who calls himself her husband. Karen

Allen.

You know what scares me?

The department says, sure, let's drag her in front of some kangaroo review

board. Let the sick family take a whack at her. I mean, she's only given half

her life to the force. What does she matter?

Procedure, that's all, Harv. I did everything by the book over there.

I got my notes. That's what I'm going to testify to. Isn't that right,

sweetheart? Look at that. Look at that.

That's magic.

Alice knows you did right, and I know you did right.

But who knows what some paid -off civilian appointed by the mayor...

and some half -dead old police captain who hasn't seen the streets since the

potato famine. What are they going to think? Why don't you hold the baby a

minute?

Here, baby. Come on, baby.

Who the hell are these Bensons to do this to you, Mary Beth? That's exactly

I'm going to find out tomorrow when I go down to the 119.

They'll dig something up for me.

That's great, Detective Dupnick.

He'll be lucky if he doesn't testify for the Benson.

It'll be a big help. You need a lawyer, Mary Beth.

Look at this basement.

The Detective Endowments Association is going to set me up with one of theirs

tomorrow. No.

No. You are going to get the best lawyer in town, and I don't care what it

costs.

Lieutenant says about $5 ,000.

Look at the bubble float away.

Huh? How old is she?

Five grand.

I'll check it out.

I promise.

Hi.

Want to talk for a minute?

Come on, Delphi.

Come on.

First, I want to apologize for this whole mess.

It's really all a misunderstanding.

I'm not sure I agree with you.

Honestly, I slipped and fell.

The shelf to the cabinet broke. You saw the mess.

And Josh, he, um, he just panicked. I saw your face, Rhonda. You were beaten.

It still shows.

You don't have to live your life this way.

Look, as soon as Arthur calms down, I'm sure he will withdraw the complaint.

If you would just drop the charges. Call whoever it is you have to call, please.

Then it will be like nothing happened at all.

I'm afraid that's not possible. I wouldn't do it even if I was.

You're the victim of a crime. You need help, so does your husband.

I can give you a hotline number for battered women.

I don't want anything from you. Haven't you done enough already?

Detective Lacey?

Mr. Benson?

I was just explaining to Mrs. Lacey that... Josh thought you might be here,

Rhonda.

What's going on?

I'm trying to reason with her.

Come on, sir. What are you doing at this house, mister?

I came to take my wife home, where you are to keep yours. You're leaving, Mark.

Let her go.

Get out of here.

I'm glad to.

But from now on, you keep the neighborhood busybody at home. Listen,

don't keep this woman anywhere. She goes as she pleases.

Like playing cop in my house!

She doesn't play, Benson. She is a cop, and you're a criminal, and you should be

locked up.

Aubrey.

Know this, lady.

In a couple of days, your badge isn't going to be worth spit.

Is everything okay, Dad?

What's going on?

Everything is fine, honey. Don't worry.

I was asking Dad, Mom.

Dad?

Like your mother said, Michael, everything's fine.

Go tell your brother dinner's ready.

What is it, Harv, about men and their antlers?

meeting go well tonight you know what i like about this place huh they don't

know if i'm lean they're good with the draw me fat at the point they don't want

to talk about it you got a little something right there david it was an a

meeting all right we had a few laughs somebody cried i feel better hopefully

good uh -huh david would you like enough put out me a sense of humor

I feel like you're keeping me at arm's distance, Chris.

Crack me nose to nose right now.

I'm serious.

Obviously.

How much? $18 even.

Here you go.

Aren't you eating?

Yeah.

Chris, I'm your friend.

I stuck by you when the going was damn rough, and now you're treating me like

acquaintance.

You want to let me in?

I did know your friendship had a price, David.

It doesn't.

Look, I can't work on anybody's timetable right now, all right?

I'm just doing the best that I can from day to day.

I miss you.

So, how's work?

Not so great.

CCRB's after my best gal.

What happened?

What do you think?

Some sleazeball criminal is about to haul a great cop in front of a bogus...

Wait a minute, wait a minute!

The Civilian Complaint Review Board came about because some cops do go

overboard.

You are so full of it, David.

Mrs. Mary Beth we're talking about. And I'm just making a point about the

system.

Fine.

Would you like some chocolate cake?

No. Good, more for me.

Why don't you give me your opinion, and then I'll tell you the fact.

See?

Just like old times.

You know, Mrs. Lacey, I was thinking on the way to work this morning.

For the last seven months, I have not hated my job.

Something is missing, I see.

Something is lost, a major irritant.

And I couldn't think of what it was.

And then, you came in.

Tell me, how long has it been since we've seen each other? About seven

Son of a gun.

Detective Dubnik, I know that things have not always gone smooth between us,

I would...

I'd like to set off past disagreements.

Disagreements?

That's putting it mildly, don't you think?

I suppose.

As a fellow police officer, I would appreciate any help that you can give

Detective Lacey, I don't know what it is about you, but when you ask, I can't

say no.

Forget it? Maybe. Get lost? Comes to mind.

Listen, if you can't do it, just say so.

There must be an intelligent police officer around here somewhere. Detective

Lacey, Detective Lacey.

I am pulling your leg.

Look, I know what you're going through.

I've been through three CCRVs myself.

Only three?

Funny.

Two is a uniform, one is a detective.

An easygoing guy like myself.

Hard to figure.

Hey, public servant equals public target. Uh -huh. You think we could get

to work here and find something on the Benson? Yeah, well, uh...

I was figuring you'd be coming in, so I did some checking with our death

sergeants.

And the Bensons have no history of trouble in this precinct.

Come on, nothing?

No nooses called, no disturbing the peace?

Their kid don't throw rocks, their dog don't bark, and their cat stays inside.

The man banks his wife around like a racquetball. There is no record of that

our precinct.

However...

I did find some pot busts on the computer, but they're 20 years old.

know about them.

Not much help there.

Mr. Glacey, if I was you, I'd get myself a fancy lawyer.

Because these people couldn't be any cleaner if they were wrapped in plastic.

What about the DEA lawyers?

You're kidding.

The way the board's been crucifying cops lately, a DEA guy just cuts you a deal.

Oh.

Not great for your record.

And if memory serves, making deals is something that you are not particularly

good at.

Yeah?

Lieutenant.

I've been thinking about the sergeant's post in Canarsie.

They're still on pizza squad.

Right.

I was thinking there might be a way for me to stay here at the 14th.

Well, you got a proposal?

Sure.

Well, I understand your night sergeant is a little unempathetic about that.

Oh, Keith?

Yeah.

Yeah, he's been wanting another squad for years.

Hard to understand.

Good sergeants can shine around here.

Oh, yeah.

I mean, look at Cagney.

Sure. Six months, I figured.

A year at the most and she's got her own squad.

And you'll be left without a second whip.

I'd like to promote someone on a night shift.

If I was home during the day, I could spend more time with Laura.

Claudia wouldn't mind having you around a little more.

So what if O 'Keefe moves to Canarsie?

And you take over as sergeant on a midnight shift.

I felt out, O 'Keefe.

I've already run it by an ailment.

Yes, it's partly because I know she means so much to you, but I don't expect

anything from you in return.

You understand?

Barely. Morning.

Sorry I'm late.

Morning. Hi, David. Good morning.

You're just in time for some strange but good news.

Well, I could use some of the good variety.

I'd like to represent you at the CTRB.

Free of charge.

That's... That's strange.

But good.

You'll need a strong lawyer in these things. I should note, I've represented

few civilian complainants myself.

Well, I... Well, he's good.

Oh, thank you. Not at all.

Well...

I accept.

Good. Thank you. Thank you very much.

You wouldn't believe the morning I had. I'm dealing with this so -called

detective. Excuse us, Sergeant.

Sure. Two things.

One, where is a DD -5 cross -reference file you promised? The truth?

Of course.

I forgot.

Well, stop smiling.

On my desk, tomorrow by noon, you hear? No excuses. No excuses.

Two, what is happening with this Cosmo?

Well, I think he stepped into a sewer and floated away under the street.

The only possible we have is his boyfriend.

I think he may be hiding. You got enough for a search warrant?

No, but we could take out his apartment. No way. I can't take three teams off

the schedule.

Well, I know he's in contact, see? Excuse me, Lieutenant.

No, wait a second.

Three seconds ago, you said you had a feeling.

All right?

You put pressure on a boyfriend to cooperate, or you and Lacey watch him as

as you can yourself.

It's Inspector Nelman about that report. All right.

Lacey's got her CCRB tomorrow.

I couldn't ask her to do night watch.

Either Eric's asleep or he's doing push -ups in the dark.

Well, let's hope he's waiting on Cosmo.

Thanks for doing that.

That's okay. I need a quiet place to go over this stuff anyway.

Everybody at home is biting each other's heads off.

You know, the more I look at this Benson stuff, the more it looks like they're

word against line.

I couldn't think of anything with Charlie's old buddies and queens.

Oh, thanks for trying. There's nothing there.

Droopnick already checked.

Yeah, but the man has the mind of a gnat.

He probably didn't spell Benson right.

I'm sorry I can't be there for you, Mom.

That's all right.

You've got a fancy lawyer.

I'm not sure I understand why.

That's a very straight line.

He wants to do this for you because he cares about me, and therefore he cares

about anything that I care about. He knows that I care about you.

Straight line.

Yeah.

Straight line.

Eric just turned on his kitchen light and moved to the bathroom.

Well, either he's getting a drink of water or he's getting rid of one.

And the light went out.

Hey, police work is exciting.

I could have made a deal.

I didn't have to fight this here.

Yeah, but you're a lousy doormat.

But hey, maybe you could work on it. You know, lie down in front of some buses

or something.

Sue me, I got a charge out of being responsible.

Lord help me, I want to do right. I want to save the day.

Wear a white hat.

Round up a bad guy.

You're all right.

Rhonda Benz is damn lucky to have you looking out for her.

Look, maybe she'll get out and she'll help herself. Maybe she won't.

But you, you'll be fine.

Thanks, partner. It's okay.

Of course, there was that one sergeant out in Staten Island who got busted back

to parking me just for one complaint.

Everything's a crapshoot.

What is this, the only place we talk?

I needed privacy.

Nelman tells me that you're cooking up some way of staying on at the 14th.

That's correct, sir.

Do you think that's smart?

I wouldn't be doing it otherwise.

Well, take a look at it from where I'm standing.

A high -profile black detective gets a promotion and then bends himself out of

shape getting on to the janitor's ship.

That doesn't sound very smart, now does it?

With all due respect, Inspector, I know what I'm doing.

Well, I don't think you do.

Like it or not, I can be of help to you.

I'm sure you can, sir.

I'd like to get back to work.

Go ahead.

But you might just want to hear about the Class A position that opened up this

morning.

a deep breath, detective.

You're going to do just great in there. It's easy for you to say. You're not the

one they're going to make look like an ogre. I said they're going to try to

it look like that.

Mary Beth, this is a game of perceptions.

So you want to come off a little less like a cop and more... More like a

from Queens. Yes.

I should have worn something else, huh?

I never should have got the perm.

You look terrific, Mary Beth.

The way you present your story is going to count a lot. But more importantly...

The Bentons have to look like liars. But they won't. They're going to look like

Ozzie and Harriet.

Just stay calm.

And let's do our best in there, okay?

Detective Lacey, we're ready to begin.

I've seen people

lie before, Christine.

On the street, you think you've seen the best. But this Ronda Benton, it was

amazing.

The floor must have been wet, she said. I slipped.

The sack of plates I was holding fell on my face as I hit the floor.

Plates, Christine.

And it was convincing.

Little tears in her eyes.

That husband of hers has us so scared. He was crossing her heart, Christine.

then she broke down and sobbed, which made it worse.

Couldn't he call a reset? Then the creature from the deep crawls up there.

loving, psychopathic husband spills an even wilder story. And he looks so

reasonable. Detective Leslie attacked me, he says. I couldn't defend myself. I

don't hit women.

And the board is buying it. All of it.

When who comes in, I'm the white horse.

Who?

Detective Harry Dubnik.

From the 119? The same. Marion beat cop memo books from the Benson's old

neighborhood in Brooklyn. No, no, I swear. And David is very cool.

keeping his cards close to his chest.

Mr. Benson, he says, turning slowly on his heels.

You say you don't hit women.

That's right, says Benson. But Benson, see, keeps looking at the papers that

David got from Dupnick. He's nervous.

And David smiles.

Oh, Christine, he looks so handsome.

Better looking than Harry Hamlin, even, because you ever notice on that show how

Harry Hamlin never smiles in court? Mary Beth, we cut to the chase.

Never once raised your hand in anger toward your wife?

No. Suspense.

Not one time, just to keep her in line?

No, suspense it again.

Then David looked him square in the eye, and Christine, he didn't look cool

anymore. He looked mad as hell. But his voice, clear as a child.

Not even on April 8, 1972, or November 21, 1974, or perhaps... Christmas Day,

1978. Suddenly Benson is stuttering. What are you talking about? David bears

down. These are copies of officer's memo books, sir, detailing domestic violence

calls made to your previous address in Brooklyn.

From the reports.

One, Rhonda Benson, bruised and disheveled, refuses medical help. Two,

Benson threatens his wife with, quote, a chop in the face. Three, Rhonda Benson,

bloody nose, split lip, refuses medical help, refuses to press charges against

husband. And now...

David is right in Benson's face.

You do hit women, Mr. Benson.

You have no record as a wife beater simply because police at that time were

required to make an arrest.

But record or not, a wife beater is exactly what you are.

And that is why Detective Lacey was in your kitchen.

And that is why Detective Lacey put you under arrest.

All right!

He was so wonderful, Christine.

I guess the boy's all right.

Now it's time to turn up the heat on Arthur Benson.

When's he due in court?

Friday. Maybe Ronald will stand up to that creep. Hello.

Hello.

Cosmo wants me to meet him again.

Really?

No bigger than love.

Mr. Royal, long time no see.

Cosmos, stay loose.

Come on over here.

Don't make us chase you now.

You kind of give an idea?

Out of the way!

Out of the way!

Police! He's headed for the pool!

Feldberg, we got that piece of garbage you wanted.

Believe me, it wasn't easy.

What?

What?

You changed your mind?

You listen to me, you overrated lunatic.

No, I'm not going to cut him loose.

I don't care about your other leads.

I'm going to come down there and string you up by your clip -on tie.

What? Philbert?

Hello?

Damn it!

He said... I heard.

Foley told you.

And Sam.

Marquette made me an offer I can't refuse.

So you're really on a fast track, huh?

You'll probably never get back down here.

Besides, we'll catch dinner or something.

Yeah.

We never did that double date.

Right.

We'll do dinner and a movie. You got it, partner.

Look, I better pack up. Give me a hand cleaning my desk.

All right.

Yeah, the first thing we need is a box to fill this crap in. Teamwork.

everybody. For a while, it looked like Petrie's promotion wouldn't mean that

he'd have to leave us.

But when you're as good a cop as he is, the brass tends to have big plans for

you.

So beginning tonight, Sergeant Petrie is second in command at the Uptown Mobile

Narcotics Task Force.

We're going to miss you, Marcus.

I'm not sure it couldn't work out.

Me too, Lieutenant.

Good luck. Thank you. Hey, when's the party, Marcus? Next week. You got it.

You'll pick us up on your major cases, right? All right. I'll take it easy. You

bet.

Congratulations, Petrie. You'll be great.

We're very proud of you.

Harvey, I'd like two for you, Alicia. Congratulations.

Thanks. Call me next week. We'll get our families together for dinner. Okay.

Great. Great.

Just a minute.

Chris, there's always been a bit of friction between us.

I wouldn't say that, Petrie. I want to say this.

You're tough and you're fair.

And you're the best sergeant I've ever seen. And I hope I turn out as good as

you.

Thanks.

Hey, you might even be better now.

They're on my desk.

Good luck to you, Marcus.

I mean it.

Thanks, Chris.

I'll call you, Marcus.

Harvey, it was my fault.

I'm the one that labeled it chili.

I called them Italian enchiladas. What do I care?

Bob, I'm standing here in a huge puddle of my own making.

I borrowed these from the squad softball tournament.

Picnic and you bucked out of here.

You all packed up?

Yeah.

I better be going.

Nick, the line's free for you.

Nick.

Yeah, I'll take it.

I'll see you later.

Right.

Honey, don't yell at me. I'm standing here soaking wet.

You ever hear the expression, madder than a wet hen, Harvey?

I spelled it like it said.

I can't read it.

Yeah, sure.

I have to wait.

Wait.

I'm out of action, Esposito. I'm out of school. Suck it in the bottom left

drawer before we leave.

That's right. Found it, Lieutenant.

Now, Jackie.

That's right. Give me a minute. We need to keep running.