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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?