All language subtitles for Cagney and Lacey s07e05 Youve come a long way baby

You took an alibi from a person's
cousin, and you brought it like it was a

leader in a discount fruit market. The
case was a dead banger. You want to walk

away from this like nothing ever
happened? I expect you to at least

be the detective. They tell me E .L. is
an aphrodisiac.

I think I got a picture of what the two
of you were doing last night, and I

don't like it. I bet you confessed to
giving a phony alibi.

And what were you people doing at the
time? Taking loans?

Ex -lovers give love the absolution.

Can I help it? You don't do all your
homework?

Do the right thing.

And you find out it was the wrong thing.

What the hell are you looking at?

Oh, this is a pretty sight.

It's a living.

I'm going to kill Nelman.

Hey, Cagney, Lacey, got one for the two
of you.

Somebody's been mugging middle -aged
hookers.

I believe he used the word mature.

It's even more offensive.

Hey, our dude can claw our way to the
top, and we still end up here out on the

street taking our booty.

Such as it is.

Second wind.

Are you looking for action or waiting
for a bite?

What are you kidding? You're old enough
to be my mother.

I'm sure it wasn't personal, Christine.

Bet you the man who invented these was
into cruel and unusual punishment.

I hate to ruin your fun, but he was a
she.

And Catherine de' Medici.

And she didn't have to work or walk.

Cop feet were not meant to wear hooker
shoes.

I used to pray for shoes like yours.

Ain't Brendan showing your toes was a
venial sin.

Well, well, well.

Get a load of the competition.

Yeah, well, we were thinking of taking
it mud wrestling, but the tips weren't

good. Sometimes I would feel threatened.

Not tonight.

I thought you were getting out of the
game.

It may be late in the fourth quarter,
but my back feels still in motion.

It might be safer if you hung up your
cleats, considering what's happening to

the independents. Just let that creep
try to get my cash.

I don't got a pimp, but I got spiked
heels and I know where to aim.

Don't do our job, we won't do yours,
okay?

Anyway, like Chuckie always said, you
can't sell it.

Sit on it.

Sure.

Good old Chucky.

Quite a guy.

Totally offbeat guy.

Did Speckle look turn you on, too?

He used to get the growth of skin rashes
around. Yes, he did stand out in the

crowd. He wore three -inch lips.

He was quite a guy, Chucky.

So what happened? Did you give him the
gator vice versa?

Nah.

He kicked a bucket.

Geez, I'm sorry, Marcy. I didn't know.

Can you believe it?

Cancer. After all the bullets he dodged
a month ago at Bellevue.

Boy, did dying ever change Chucky?

Yeah, it has a way of doing that.

You should have heard him.

Confessing to me like I was some nun.
And all those years I never let him meet

Ma because I thought he was Jewish.

Well, it's been real swell talking to
you, Marcy, and...

I'm awful sorry about Chucky.

You remember that liquor heist where you
guys first met him?

The one where the owner got wasted?

He looked real good for it. Yeah, until
he found a better candidate and cut him

loose. Yeah? That's the funny part.

You never should have.

Very good. You can't believe the word of
a hood like Chucky's from the

Contragate School of Truth.

He can pass on his deathbed.

We nailed the perp, remember?

Yeah. One of our first big callers.

Brought us a lot of attention.

Right.

Remind me to burn these when we're
through.

We nailed them dead to rights.
Washington Square, wasn't it?

Thompson Square, seven years ago.

Right. Around Fourth of July.

Memorial Day weekend.

Yes. I remember it well.

Friday before it started.

I know it was hot.

Yeah, real scorcher.

Harvey and I were taking the kids up to
the Catskill for the weekend.

perpetrated late in the afternoon. By
the time I got home, Harvey Jr. was sick

as a dog. Poor kid. He ate a whole pound
of grapes, pits included.

Threw up all the way to Monticello.

Yeah?

May 80.

Poe.

Lenny Poe. He got 15 years of life.

A light sentence, if you ask me.

He had priors.

Yeah.

No alibi.

Chuckie did.

Uh -huh.

Charlie, there's an open and shut case
right from the start. End of story.

Uh -huh.

All right, then.

Third is right for not boycotting
grapes.

Hey, what are you doing up?

I can't sleep.

Well, go on back to bed. Everything's
under control.

Why don't you pour a little cereal in
there with your sugar, Michael?

Not every day.

I get to see my beautiful family off.

Oh, did Daddy make my angel all gorgeous
for daycare?

Trust me, baby, you're not missing
anything.

Except the cranky kid mouthing off at
his father. Here, let me do this for

I said I'm sorry. You want it in
writing?

See what I mean?

Joy in the morning.

What kind of way is that to talk to your
father? He's all yours.

You have a problem, young man?

No. Something wrong at school?

No.

What? What?

Did you get my jacket from the cleaners?
I'll pick it up this afternoon before

my shift. Then how am I supposed to wear
it tonight?

Gee, I don't know.

Maybe you could wear your blue sweater
instead.

Oh, blue, great.

So I can go to the concert looking like
a geek.

You look very handsome in your blue
sweater. Come on, Mom.

Why can't you just pick it up this
morning? Your mother worked all night,

mister. Well, she's the one who took it
to the cleaners in the first place.

You want me to run into Manhattan, pick
up your jacket, come back home, go back

to Manhattan again so that you will not
be forced to wear your blue sweater?

You don't want me to go?

Why don't you just say so?

Act three, Harvey! Right, it's always my
fault.

Sweetheart, honey, something is wrong
here. Now, you can tell me. What is it?

Girl problems.

Girl problems?

Thanks, you little creep.

I can't hear you. Keep out of this,
Michael.

Barbara, please, I'm not the enemy here.
I'm your mother. If something is

bothering you, I'd like to help.

Okay, you win. I won't go.

You happy?

There he is.

Enjoy your morning.

Thanks, Manny.

You don't have to move. You can sit with
Victor. Get out of town. It's my

pleasure. You get a chance to sit next
to your new partner.

I get a chance to get some leg room.

Heard you weren't missing Christmas for
a while, Bernadette.

Do I get it?

Kind of satisfying when you close one
out.

Boring. Why don't you like sitting in a
tote hat?

It was my first job out of uniform.

I could have been less than objective.

I guess all those years chauffeuring a
commissioner around must have wound up

hating his guts, huh?

Well, he was always decent to me.

Considerate, respectful.

Moronic.

Of course, we all have our off days.

Some of us more often than others.

I need a picture.

Red River's a grand thing. Oh, I love
that Mary Haggard.

John, please.

Isn't he dead?

I got to find Sam.

Things going well with this Becky? I'm a
lucky lady, Sergeant.

You have my sympathies today, Jordan.

Hey, Sarge, you want in on the pool or
what? What pool? How long before

Bernadette says adios to the 14th?

Where is she? Coleman's got a fin that
says two weeks, all right?

Me, personally, I say two to one. She's
history by Friday. Esposito, have you

seen my partner or not?

All you got to do is ask.

She's down below.

Always dirtier than I remember down
here.

I got in early.

So I figured I might as well do a little
research.

On what she asked, as if she didn't
know.

You just can't let it go, huh?

I almost wish I had.

Okay, Mary Beth, let me have it. Both
barrels.

Okay. It is like we remembered, except
for one small detail. Never mind.

I'm going to go get dressed.

We called Chuckie two blocks from the
liquor store. Next thing, we picked up

Poe. Both had robbery priors. Both fit
the description the owner gave before he

died. And Chuckie had an alibi. Yes, and
Lenny Poe's didn't wash at all. The

case was a dead banger, except for one
little detail.

The rabbit's foot that Marcy told us
about.

Oh, come on. Christine, that's it?

The paw of a bunny?

Chucky told Marcy that he saw a rabbit's
foot in the cash register, and we have

a rabbit's foot listing on the five,
sir.

Right there.

And this was never even mentioned during
the Poe trial?

No, sir.

There's only one way that Chucky could
have known it even existed.

Well, how strong was your case against
Poe? Solid enough for a conviction,

Lieutenant. Love can be deceiving, sir.

He's been inside seven years. That's a
long time.

I'm well versed in the new math, Lacey.

You haven't got diddly here to take to
the DA.

Word of a dead felon by way of a
prostitute.

Exactly what I said, Lieutenant. We
won't go unless we were ready, sir. And

you're right on this, there's going to
be repercussions.

Unpleasant repercussions. You know what
I'm talking about?

He's talking about backing the uniforms,
Mary Beth.

And don't forget lawsuits against the
department and maybe even yourselves.

Understood, sir.

Lenny Poe's in prison, and he may be
innocent.

Thank you, sir. Well, do it on your own
time. Yes, sir. Which means days,

because your nights are otherwise
occupied until you bring this mugger in.

sir.

Okay, first thing tomorrow, we talk to
Paul.

Nothing like the noise and stench of
maximum security.

Maybe we can arrange to stay for lunch.

We had a fair green evening.

Basil's checking right now.

Maybe we should call Mrs.

Paul. Let her know what's going on. One
good deed at a time, Mary Beth.

I don't even know if the man's innocent.

Say, Cagney, what are you charging these
days?

Trust me, Victor, you can't afford it.
Oh, it's a bargain at any price, Sarge.

Say, Mary Beth, have you worn that home
yet?

Every night last week, Lenny.

That Harvey Lacey's a very lucky man.

The information on Poe came in. Yeah?

He was at Attica.

Was? He died in a knife fight last
April.

Leaziest guy I ever saw.

Worse than the one last night with no
taste? No, listen.

No matter what I did to turn this guy
off, he just stood there ogling me like

was some $10 cut of meat. You would have
thought that I had...

Prime cut. Sam brought him a chest.

Normally they put that stamp a little
lower, Chris.

So I've decided, hey, I've had enough.

So I say to him, all right, we'll go
around the corner.

So as soon as I get out of the light, I
turn around and we're badging each

other.

It's plain clothes from Midtown Vice.

My only chance on the Poe case is
shooting a hole in Chucky's olive. Mary

he's dead.

They're both dead.

Will you open the door?

Got something better to do at six
minutes after two in the morning?

Sleep would be nice.

Give me the key.

I assume you have a plan?

You're kidding me, that's it?

Except for a Swiss bank account.

Don't you have a phone book, something
with names in it? You want the yellow

pages?

Chuckie wasn't on anyone's A -list.

My 2 a .m. is late.

He will be here any minute.

Keep your shirt on, Marcy. You'll be
taking it off soon enough.

No, this one stands in the closet and he
hums.

Is that a reduced rate?

That's enough, okay, Mary Beth?

If I did not put on high heels and push
a bra to go on a fishing expedition.

Chucky felt like confessing to Marcy.

Maybe she's not the only one.

Thought you had a plan.

Well, well, well.

What have we here?

What is it?

The morning's guest book from Chucky's
funeral.

Yes, sir.

Morning. Am I?

Marcy Bruckman.

Chucky's undertaker, Chucky's parole
officer.

There's a couple other names here.

Anything ring a bell?

I was his girl, not his social director.

You've got to take a hike. I've got to
get the closet ready.

Well, word is she's a clock watcher,
makes heavy numbers on the range, and

draws till inside straight.

But is she sensitive and compassionate
to the needs of her fellow workers?

Forget it. The sergeant from the missing
person says she never loans money.

Well, in eight years of driving a deputy
commissioner around, she never spoke

for a yellow.

I drive.

I always drive.

What's the skinny on the
extracurricular? Well, she sang a blues

PBA fundraiser.

Rumor is Nelman tapped his foot.

Oh, good. She's singing the car.

What am I going to do?

Oh, cheer up, Victor. Look, once I had a
partner who was allergic to deodorant.

And in the summer, man...

Oh, man.

You still have them.

Right.

Should we talk a minute?

Hey, Joe.

According to your statement, Mr.

Turtletop, at the exact time of the
robbery, you were driving Chuckie

to a restaurant in the Bronx. Is that
correct?

So...

Now watch those potholes, buddy. Them
axles, they don't grow on trees.

Also, you were present at Chucky's
funeral.

Call me sentimental.

I enjoy a good cry.

Hey, sneaker bread.

Enough with the socializing.

Honey, I don't see you mooning like that
over one lost customer.

Especially after seven years. That must
have been a hell of a tip.

Hey, family is family.

Are you telling me you're related?

It was my cousin.

help, but you don't do all of your
homework.

A little creep.

You're practically infested with your
bony alibi.

That's your limitations, Christine.

We can't touch him and he knows it.

His cousin?

I can't believe the DA didn't pick up on
that.

Hey, she wasn't the only one.

So, you're saying that I screwed up the
case.

That somewhere in the dark ages, in the
last outtake of another life, I went out

and convicted the wrong guy?

No, we're not blaming you personally,
Ms. Dering. Well, hey, look.

Anyone can make a mistake.

I got you, didn't I?

It's my killer sense of humor.

Let me get this straight. Are you
willing to admit you were not Prosecutor

the Year? Oh, hey, I was a lousy DA.

I mean, that's why I quit.

a public service.

I saved a lot of people from jail by
devoting my life to the big screen.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

That is a ring.

So you saved a lot of people from jail
by devoting my life to the big screen.

You would agree to help us reopen the
case then?

Are you kidding?

And blow all this?

Sweetheart, I am...

Making a major six figures.

I'm going to fall on a knife for a
scumbag who's already dead.

You took an alibi from a person's cousin
and you bought it like it was a loss

later in a discount pro market. Oh, no,
no, no, no.

You bought it.

I merely presented it. Well, if there
was a connection, you sure as hell

have known it.

Oh, and what were you people doing at
the time? Taking money?

We did our bit. We filed a criminal
check and it came up empty. Oh, so

how you let yourself off the hook.

Hey. You did the best you could.

So did I.

Amazing. Total, with all her fingers.

Oh, Victor, you got it made in shape.

I didn't figure that out. Your amiga
Mia, the queen of Smith -Carrone, the

she types, she'll have your paperwork
done in half the time. I do not need a

Kelly girl. I need a partner. Someone to
hold back my tail. Someone who'll come

running when I call.

You don't want a partner.

What you want is a Doberman.

you must be an occupational hazard for
hookers.

Uh -huh.

Okay, Mary Beth.

Spit it out.

We screwed up.

Let me tell you something.

Charlie wouldn't have given us a second
thought.

The groundery said tinkers to Evers the
Chance. I was there.

Lenny Poe is a cockroach who should have
been squashed. Oh, I see. Somebody

should pin a medal on us for what we
did.

Yeah, basically.

Listen, Stearns may have seen too many
movies, but she did have a point.

Oh, yeah, some point.

End of obligation.

Lenny Poe is dead and buried.

R .I .P. and all the chest pounding in
the world isn't going to bring him back.

That's not the issue, Christine.

Nobody cares.

It's over.

Not quite.

Somebody still has to go explain all
this to his widow.

That's not a bra. It's a butterfly net.

The joint she works at is ten blocks
from here.

Fine. I'm sure our mugger's home in bed
by now anyway.

This way.

Almost to the exit. Go, go. We're
closing.

Oh, come on. Be his friend.

I'm so cold, I'm freezing my toenail
polish off.

Are you Louise Poe?

Who are you?

Mrs. Poe?

I'm Detective Lacey. This is Sergeant
Cagney.

Yeah, and I'm Lady Di.

Is there someplace we could talk for a
minute?

What for?

It's about your husband.

Mel?

Are you Mrs. Lenny Poe? I used to be.
What about him?

Ma 'am, we've uncovered some new
information regarding your husband's

case. What's the point? Haven't you
heard Lenny's dead?

Yes, we're aware of that.

Ma 'am, we have reason to believe that
he might have been innocent.

Not guilty, maybe.

Innocent? Never.

Look, your ex -husband testified at the
time of the robbery he was in a craft

gang. Yeah, he might have been there.

He might have been holding up a liquor
store.

Or even mugging old ladies in Central
Park. You see, Lenny, he had a lot of

activities.

Taking care of his family wasn't one of
them.

Do you remember anybody who might
corroborate his movements on that day?

I didn't care then, I don't care now.

Just leave me alone, will you?

Ma 'am, please understand, we're trying
to clear his name. His name?

Who gives a damn about his name?

I sure don't.

Eat rotten hell, all I care.

Ladies, good night.

Good night.

So you know better than anybody, huh?
Better than the D .A., better than... A

couple of hot dogs, notching up collards
right and left.

It's called showing results.

The guy was a loser, Mary Beth. Charlie
was right, the grounder.

Pinkers to Evers to Chance.

This is not a baseball game, and your
father's not the umpire.

You sat at his feet listening to his
stories.

Yeah, I knew the business.

You thought we were getting good advice.

I didn't see you dragging your feet.

You want to walk away from this like
nothing ever happened?

You want the lawsuit, Mary Beth? Oh,
come on. You heard the wife. She's not

going to press any charges.

When it comes to money, distant cousins
come crawling out of the woodwork.

Come on, we did the best any cop would
do.

So why don't we just put on our sweetest
smile and just scurry on home to our

peachy pink kitchen?

You start a job, you see it through.

We owe ourselves that much, Sergeant.

Fine. Be my guest, all right?

Tomorrow morning, I'm sleeping in.

You look cheap, you feel cheap.

Send your message or what?

I read you loud and clear, Ben.

Especially tonight.

I bought this chair for you.

Yeah, and I love you for it.

But it's 3 a .m., and right now, you
need the magic little hands more than I

Relax.

You ought to be in bed.

Oh, Harvey.

Everything hurts.

We're not going to catch this man
marching up and down Lexington Avenue

no to wandering tourists.

The shift is over, honey. Just let it
go.

I feel like I'm marching in place,
Harvey.

Dead cases coming back to life.

You do the right thing, and you find out
it was the wrong thing.

You're home now, and there's bigger fish
to fry.

Like Alice and her carrot juice.

I close my eyes. I see Lenny Poe getting
stabbed to death in a prison fight

because I put him there. Oh, babe.

Christine said he probably would have
wound up there anyhow.

That's not the point.

No, I know.

He was a lowlife and a thief, but he
didn't do that shooting, Harvey. He was

innocent, and I feel guilty as hell.

That's not it either, Mary Beth. I was
there. You were a good cop.

I did stupid stuff.

Hey, hear me out. You think you just
popped out now, fully baked? You made a

mistake.

But that's all it was.

Let it be, baby.

What's the matter with Alice's carrot
juice?

What's the matter?

It runs through her like a freight
train, that's what.

It could be nerves.

We'll stop around it for now. When I go
back on Dave, we'll try around it again.

You know, there's a kid in Alice's
daycare. He's only a month older than

And he's potty trained already.

Oh, honey, she's not yet two.

Remember trying to bribe Hogg Jr. with
candy when he was 18 months old?

We were both working, and it helped my
mother.

What did we know about white sugar?

Hey, if some of Harvey's problems are
our fault, so be it.

We were so young.

Don't beat yourself up.

We thought he'd break if we dropped him.

With Alice, we know she'll bounce.

Oh.

Are you trying to tell me you dropped
Alice?

Huh? Uh -uh.

Uh -uh? Uh -uh. Uh -huh.

Cagney and Lacey will continue.

I'm not squinting.

These little beady eyes are from not
sleeping. I was up all night.

Okay, uh...

I

miss my father.

And there are still a lot of pictures
that I can't get out of my head.

But I am mad at him, too.

All my life, he kept telling me, you
know, the most important thing was to be

good, just to do a good job.

You know, no matter what it took.

And so I had to think, gee, I'm so lucky

to have a guy like that in my corner.

I mean, I wouldn't be what I am today,
you know, if it hadn't been for Charlie.

Oh.

No, you know what I mean.

You know what I mean.

But I keep blaming him.

And I don't like the way it feels.

That's all, I guess.

Poe had a rap sheet just on the Macy's
parade.

Assault, robberies, drug sales, and who
knows how many other things he never got

popped for. Uh -huh.

Did I tell you what his wife said?

Five times?

She said he could rot in hell for all
she did.

Six.

According to her, he was already guilty
and never made her life miserable. I'm

telling you, the man is not worth
shedding one lousy tear over. Then why

it? Who said I was?

Hey, not me.

Damn it, David.

I know you're trying to tell me to do
this thing. You could tell me I'm full

crap.

$12.

What can I say?

Ex -lovers give love the absolution.

Of course, that changes with renewed
passion.

Um, maybe that's a couple of hours.

I really miss Charlie.

Chris, I can't make this right for you.
I'll tell you how to play it.

When he used to work nights and it was
over, I'd go over to Charlie's and we'd

have a couple of pops, you know.

And he'd say to me, Chrissy, you're a
good cop.

You do a good job. There's no reason for
you to be losing any sleep.

But you are.

Lumpy mess.

I got a new one.

I want to help.

Try it.

David.

You're making this uncomfortable.

I miss being with you.

I can't give you what you need right
now.

You're bad for both of us.

Not you, you know.

I just can't be there for anybody right
now. Hell, I'm having a hard enough time

being here for myself.

Everything's different, David.

I just need some time to figure out who
I am, I think.

Whoever you are, I like you.

What? Remember Cole's crap game alibi?

Yeah.

He claimed he lost big and he had to
leave his marker. The game was in a

on D and it was run by a guy named
something with an H.

Henry. Herman.

That's very good.

We went to the garage and we
investigated. We came up stiff.

Investigated.

Let me refresh my memory.

This is from our memo book.

We entered the garage, flashed our
badges and yelled, quote, anyone named

running a crap game here?

End quote.

Nobody volunteered, huh?

We couldn't have. We could and we did.

Good afternoon, detectives.

Inspector? I'm glad I caught you before
work. You do still work for the

department?

Something on your mind, Inspector?

Because that question occurred to me
when I received a phone call from A .D

Felberg regarding your interest in a
seven -year -old conviction.

Are we referring to the poll case here,
sir? Could we speak privately?

And deprive your fellow officers of the
benefit of learning from your mistake?

Need I remind you bleeding hearts that
the department does not relish the idea

of a major lawsuit?

You see, but we have some further
information. Not only am I fielding

calls from irate VAs, but now I learn
that you can't even handle a simple

stakeout. We have been patrolling the
target area, sir.

Oh? Well, then perhaps you can explain
why another one of your hookers ended up

in the hospital last night.

Here.

You can share that with your powder room
partner.

47th and Lexington.

1 .40 a .m. The victim you were supposed
to be protecting is now a patient at

Eastside General.

The doctors tell me she's well enough
for an interview this afternoon.

Be there.

We will, sir. In my book, a shift till 2
o 'clock means you're on patrol until 2

o 'clock.

Now, I don't care if you were powdering
your noses or fixing your girdles or

doing whatever it is you ladies have to
do.

I expect you to at least pretend to be
detectives.

What's going on here, Inspector?

Bert, reacquaint your detectives on
their priorities.

Well, I can assure you, sir, that
they're giving the case 100%. Hey,

because I'd hate like hell to have to
come down here again.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Hold it right there, will you?

I think I got a picture of what the two
of you were doing last night, and I

don't like it.

Sir, we did leave a few... If you want
to throw your careers into the dumper

over Lenny Poe, fine.

I'll make the arrangements.

Otherwise, I want you on the case full
time.

You hear? Or you're back working Times
Square $2 advice permanently.

Guess it's time to leave go on Lenny,
huh? Seems to be the majority opinion.

Anyhow, who wants to spend their time
down at Public Morrow's looking up an

crap game? Especially when they haven't
had any sleep the night before.

Right.

So you want to skip lunch or go over
there?

Right.

Chef there, he's got a way of steam
cooking.

You wouldn't think you were eating an
eel.

Sure you want to have a bite?

Strigo, if you can tear yourself away
from the creatures in the deep, what we

need is an arrest record. Come on, one
little bite.

What harm could it do?

I'm on an eel -free diet.

Normally.

But seeing as it's you recommending it,
Detective Strago...

Hmm?

They tell me eel is an aphrodisiac.

We're looking for any collar on a
floating crap game run by a guy named

Last name?

Ah, that we don't have.

All we know is that he was running the
games out of parking garages in Alphabet

City. How far back were you talking?

Well, it's not that you can't handle,
Lou.

Anything, uh... Anything between July
and September, 1980.

Eighty?

You've got to be pulling my chain,
right?

Not if I were wearing gloves, Draco.

Computer only goes back to 82.

You're asking me to dig through stacks
and stacks of musty old files.

At tea time yet?

But you would, uh... You would give us a
hand on this.

Wouldn't you?

What the heck? Help is what I'm here
for, day

or night.

Oh, that's comforting, Lou.

B -7. Anybody got B -7?

Yes, yes.

after your high rolling days, isn't it,
Herman?

At my age, this is the closest I can get
to keeping a hand in.

N -34.

N -34.

I tell you, if that priest would only
listen to me, I could turn over another

20%. No problem.

Got a face from the past for you, Mr.
Flax. You recognize this man?

I can't say I do, because I don't.

B -14.

B -14.

Name's Lenny Poe.

Says he played in one of your crap games
back in 80.

Lady, please.

I ran games three nights a week, 12
years straight.

Think hard, Harvey.

Avenue D Garage, Memorial Day weekend.

I -23.

Gorgeous that day. Dogs were sticking to
the sidewalks. E -23.

Maybe this will help your hindsight.

Only in one eye.

Come on, Herman. The flush fund's low.
That's all we got.

T -52.

Nope. Herman, does the priest here know
your background?

Um... 20 or nothing, Herman.

Uh... Sure, I remember the guy.

Burned me on a 300 -buck marker.

I never forget a deadbeat.

Uh, Gabe...

If we move it, we could catch Feldberg
before he leaves.

We have to change first. We have to
interview that victim from last night

we hit the street.

Right.

Do you think bingo was a word before it
was a game?

Or the other way around?

Too deep for me.

Mr. Feldberg, sir.

Well, what do we have here? A new
approach?

Oh, good.

Look, ladies, a little free advice.

Don't give up your day job.

Thank you, Henny Youngman.

Now that you've gotten that out of her
system, we have something that we'd like

to give you. Uh, given the public health
hazards, I think I'll pass.

Sir, we have new information regarding
the Lenny Poe case.

Look, the man is dead. Why won't the
case die? Because we have an eyewitness

swears that Lenny Poe was playing a crap
game.

We also have Marcy Bruckman's statement
that Chucky Morrison did the job. She

witnessed his dying confession.

Look, that is all fine and good, but
it's a little late, don't you think?

No, sir.

We don't.

Look, I understand.

You're trying to right a wrong.

But just remember, to err is human. To
forgive depends on how much post -family

you'll settle for.

A posthumous exoneration, Feldberg.

Look, lady... Of course, if you're too
busy to help, we could run this over to

the Times. Right.

You'll never make it in those heels.

Let me have the file.

I told you.

He grabbed my purse from behind, I
turned around, and all I saw was his

Yeah, but you did see him run uptown,
right? So you must have noticed

His height, his build, maybe.

On the ground.

The guy looked big.

I could go a little easy under the brow.
I mean, mauve isn't your color.

Maybe a little midnight blue.

Could we get on with the description,
Adele?

You cops are a real treat.

Where the hell were you last night when
I needed you? Believe me, Adele, I want

this scum. I'm sure you do.

Hope sends me a card every Easter.

Maybe I'll even pick up my tab here.

What?

I think I get workman's comp.

Sorry, girl. Got a date with an x -ray
machine.

Hi, guys.

Four different times, this sleazoid hits
between 1 and 115.

Now, this last time, all of a sudden, he
hits at 140.

What, he's sleeping?

Who cares? He's got her butt chewed out
anyway.

Yeah.

Did Inspector Norman really say girly?

It's been a long time since that man has
ever seen a woman take off her clothes.

There has to be a fix on this tree.

There's no description.

It's a man who happens to love violence
and run a lot. That's it.

He has to be young. Even in normal
shoes, I could hardly run for the

A lot of hookers on 3rd. I don't know
why he keeps hitting their legs.

What does Lexington Avenue have that 3rd
does not?

Main entrance to Bloomingdale.

Sergeant, the subway.

The only stop in that neighborhood.

So what? So mugging before last, he hit
on 53rd and ran downtown.

And last night after he hit a dell on
47th, he ran uptown.

Tinker's for Evers at Subway.

Victor,

you look tasty.

But I'm the one that's for sale here.

It's all water under the bridge.

Over the dam and out into the ocean.

Whatever.

I'm a totally different parent now.

A little wiser, maybe.

How about two kids' wives?

If I made mistakes with Harvey Jr., hey,
you live, you learn.

Look, even Irma Bombeck was a rookie,
you know.

Maybe I don't understand it, but I love
the kids, Christine.

I was the best parent I could be then.

We were the best cops we could be then.
Nothing that mattered to anybody else.

Yeah.

But I'll be better now.

Carol, this is the street. I know what
I'm doing. This is where I shine.

And it shows.

Think maybe you could tone it down a
little bit?

Police!

Going down. It's going down.

Take the high road.

Hold it!

Also requested ambulance civilian down.

Everybody stand!

Don't laugh at me, Becker. You try it in
these shoes.

We are better cops now, Mary Beth.

And smarter.

How contagious are you two?

That's right. We're going through a
redwood tree today.

Only those things don't, you don't. I
can't talk to you. It's like mom in the

ERA. Look at the old girl now working on
this.

You are born middle -aged, Chrissy.

Butchers look like men.

They wear aprons with blood on them.

What? That's crazy.

Did somebody drop you on your head when
you were a baby? You always loved him

more, Ma. You don't talk to your mother
that way. I'm a valley girl, Aunt Chris.

I'm empty.

Do I ask for this?