All language subtitles for Cagney and Lacey s07e10 Old Flames

This isn't a case, Mary Beth, it's a
joke. These people are old, okay?

not criminals.

You're still the best thing we've got
for this murder. That is a filthy,

lie. When I start drooling into my
flippers, shoot me. You don't get it.

has got to do with guns and blood. Don't
you ever say that again!

Ever! That's the end of murder?

And now we just switch over to petty
theft? You win, detective.

He is stupid. So you had a fight and you
pushed him out the window. Isn't that

what happened? You shut your mouth. I'd
like to help you if you'll let me. I

don't understand what your problem is
here, Sergeant. Today, my problem is

We are?

What are you doing up so early?

Mom, I'm always the first one up. Shut
that door.

Mom, there's no corn cheeters in here.

I'll have some shredded wheat instead.

That's Harvey, Mom. He always eats that
jungle -ness. Yeah,

but he grew up to be 18 pretty nice,
huh?

What do you think, Michael?

Does that look like your regular
everyday chocolate cake?

Yeah, Mom, I always eat corn cheeters.
And there's no corn cheeters in there.

I'm sorry, I forgot.

Now, Michael, don't you dare tell your
brother about the very special cherry

filling inside this beauty, okay? Don't
even mention the cake. Yeah, don't

worry. I'm hiding it in the vegetable
drawer, all right? Secret.

Mom, I don't care. I'm starving today.

How about some toast?

Mom, I want what I want, but I'm not
Harvey, so I don't get anything.

Oh, sweetheart.

It is your brother's 18th birthday. It's
kind of a milestone.

You know, we're making a fuss over him
because he's going to be going away to

college very soon and we'll miss him
very much. And that does not mean that I

love you any less or that you are any
less important to me.

Once upon a time, there had been
thousands of wooden shoes clomped along

same streets.

Did you know the early Dutch settlers
invented Santa Claus? They brought over

Saint Nicholas.

Probably burned him at the stake.

Ho, ho, ho to you too, Buster.

You know, Chris, I keep having this
dream where you say to me one day, gee,

Beth, what I wouldn't give for a nice,
quiet case.

This isn't a case, Mary Beth. It's a
joke.

Old people.

Dinosaurs. Two fossils wander out of a
retirement home. They're probably

Parcheesi in East Teaneck.

48 hours is a long time to play
Parcheesi.

You're right, Mary Beth. They're
probably skydiving over the Atlantic

don't know, dropping millions in a
casino.

Oh, look at this. Look at this.

Look at that little church there.

Hawk Jr. always wanted a train set.

I think he's a little old for that.

Maybe a year rail pass.

18.

Turns 18 today.

Today?

Really?

Well, we're not doing a big deal like we
did with Alice. It's just family.

I mean, Muriel is not even going to be
there.

I would have invited you, Christine, but
the way he's been acting lately is you

have more fun feeding your oven.

You hated Alice's party.

You hate going to Queens.

You hate me now, right?

I don't understand what happened. They
just disappeared.

Kaput. I mean, I can't figure it out.

Ask anybody around.

We will, sir. What about the family?
Well, there was a niece around, but I

couldn't reach her.

That's terrific follow -up. You have
people disappearing at will here. Wait a

minute, wait a minute. These people are
old, okay? They're not criminals.

I mean, they're not incontinent.

They don't drool on themselves.

Once in a while they forget to sign out,
so their memories aren't perfect.

How's yours lately?

You're telling us that Mr. and Mrs. Hoff
had not one single complaint.

Life was just a bowl of cherries. They
were in the pink of health.

Not exactly.

Well, what exactly?

The usual pet peeves, okay? The
Democrats on Capitol Hill. Myrtle's

pressure. salty pickles, missing
jewelry.

You get old, you get a little paranoid.

You're entitled.

Everybody has a theory.

Late midlife crisis.

Very late.

Amnesia, kidnapping, suicide, murder.

They've been reading too many detective
novels.

You want to hear the gem I picked up?
Sure.

You can make a deadly poison from
geranium leaves.

Mm -hmm.

Where are we going? The dungeon?

No, the housekeeper.

Jerry Wicks. According to a Mrs. Neff,
he has, quote, a terribly nice set of

buns, unquote.

If I were you, I'd just hang loose.

I mean, they're probably on some
tropical beach engaged in a long, hot

Mr. Wicks.

Jerry.

Mr. Wicks.

How do you know? You believe this?

Swing and Sammy Kaiser died.

The world's worst singer.

No wonder he's dead.

Did you get a postcard with palm trees
on it?

No, not yet.

But Mr.

Hoff, he's always down to the track.
He's quite the man about town.

The jury's still not in on those plaid
pants, though. Hey, you start doing

medleys, you know your career's in
trouble.

How long have they been married, Mr.
Wick? I don't know. They've both been

married before.

I tell you, they keep the joint jumping.

Myrtle, she's always running around,
playing canasta, schmoozing with the

friends.

The older generation.

I mean, you really know where it's at.

Thank you.

What'd you get?

That was Denise.

According to her, Mrs. Hopp canceled
dinner plans the same night she

disappeared. She never gave a reason. It
was a period of sudden amnesia.

Now we're left with suicide, kidnapping,
and political assassination.

Do I know?

The out -of -state relatives haven't
heard a thing. The uniforms are still

soaking late in pictures.

Have you seen any evidence of foul play?

Two empty beds, big deal.

Christine, every case is a big deal
until we, as professional detectives,

out it's complete nonsense.

Fine. I just don't want to hear any
lectures on the dignity of old age. When

start drooling into my slippers, shoot
me. Me?

I'm going to stay young forever.

Well, thank you, Peter Pan.

Personally, I'm looking forward to
maturity.

Yes. I'm going to be one of the hippest
old dudes in town, cruising around in my

space mobile, hitting on all those
Martian chicks.

Well, if you ask me, youth is overrated.
All those sweaty palms and pimples.

My mama, she's hot. She can dance me off
the floor. I can't wait. She's coming

for Christmas. Oh, that's great. I'd
like to meet your mother, Jordan. You

Christmas ain't Christmas without
family. You got that right.

Tell Junior I said happy birthday.

Chris, when did you... How did you...
Last week.

I'm just starting to get this aunt
business down.

Charlie said that nobody would ever love
me like he did.

It's a father's curse.

My sponsor said I'm supposed to turn all
this stuff over.

I let gods do about Charlie.

And I'm trying.

Because I want to remember the good
part.

I do, when we were pals, you know.

How he used to make me feel safe.

And how when I was a kid, we'd go riding
in the car, and I'd look at his hands

on the steering wheel. It sounds dumb,
but...

They were big and they're full of
freckles.

And whenever I'd look at them, you know,
I just knew that nothing bad would ever

happen to me.

We'd go uptown and watch them light the
big tree.

Every year we'd go.

A little stupid ceremony, you know,
but... I always

made Charlie cry.

I don't know.

It's just sort of Christmas all around
everywhere.

I hate every jingle and every beard and

every red suit on every corner.

I want my dad.

It's just not Christmas without him.

Yes. Happy birthday, Harvey.

Happy birthday, sweetie.

Boy, are you bossy. Come on, blow out
the candles.

My kid's stuffed.

Feel my... Yeah!

Are you going to get the cake, Dad? Okay
by you?

All right.

Christine even sent a present. She
wanted to be here. But this year, and

a couple things from us, and your
grandmother will give you hers when you

her. Be careful, Dad. There's cherries
inside. Michael.

This is from Michael.

And this is from Alice.

Go ahead.

Open your baby's fist.

Do you like it?

It's for all those late -night cram
sessions at the dormitory. Did it fit

hand? Yeah.

Thanks, Alice.

Yeah, this is for your brother.

Go ahead. Open the next one.

Open Christine's. Go ahead.

Come on, you used to go through wrapping
paper when you were a kid like it

wasn't there.

What is it?

Open, open, open, open, open. Okay,
okay, okay.

Oh, look at this. Huh?

Oh. Hey.

Harvey, look at what Christine got for
Harv Jr.

It's a little big, isn't it?

It's supposed to be.

Oh. It's pretty okay.

Okay. Uh, listen, uh, Michael, why don't
you put your, uh, sitter in the

playpen, huh?

Mama will take you upstairs in a minute,
sweetheart.

Thank you.

It's kind of a little kid's birthday
party, huh?

I mean, you're 18 years old. You're a
man, really.

But all I ever had was little kids to
give birthday parties for.

I mean, except your father, you know. We
go dancing or something.

We couldn't really do that.

Anyhow, next birthday, when you come
back from college, Christmas break,

you can have any kind of party you want.

You're my first baby to grow up.

What? Oh, excuse me. Oh, it's not
champagne, but the cork at the ceiling.

This way, Michael can have some, too.
Michael!

Alice is playing with her giraffe, Mom.
Open Michael's present now.

If you don't like them, I can use them
for my art class.

All right, everybody.

A toast to the new man in the Lacey
family.

We all love you, Harvey.

Okay.

Okay. Time to open the last present.
Last present.

Sure. I really like the cake, Mom. I
like the cherries. Open it. Very good.

Yeah, it's real nice.

Like that? Yeah, thank you. What is
that? What? In the pocket there.

Oh, Mary Beth, I think somebody snuck
something in there when we weren't

looking. I wonder what it is. You guys
sure are corny. Drink your cider.

It's a gift certificate for a computer.

This way you can pick out a couple of
the particulars yourself.

Amber screen or green?

Different keyboard.

Everything is covered. The man in the
store said it was compatible to ones in

major colleges.

So what do you think?

Does it play video games?

Shut up.

Thanks, Mom. Thanks, Dad.

The thing is, I'm not going to college.

Of course you are.

It's not what I want to do.

I always told you I was never that hot
on it.

Yeah, sure, Harv. That was last year. We
figured, you know, you matured a little

bit, maybe started thinking about your
future.

Harvey, this is Harv Jr.'s birthday
party. We could discuss this decision

No, we can't.

I've been thinking a lot about my
future.

And today...

I made a decision as an adult.

Yeah? So?

I've enlisted in the Marine Corps.

I can't believe it.

I mean, you don't want a kid.

A stroke, a heart attack, you expect
that from this.

How exactly did you discover the body,
Mr. Wicks?

Are you kidding me?

I mean, take a whiff.

You know, I'm used to the smell of the
garbage, but this is like... I mean, how

long has he been down there?

A couple of days.

Where is Mr. Nunzio?

They called, but he's away at some
conference.

What do you think happened?

Have you or anyone else heard from the
victim's wife?

Victim?

You don't think it was a suicide?

The wife's close friend that you
mentioned, Mrs.

Minton? Where can we talk to her?

She's in 11F, but she spends the morning
sunning up on the roof.

And Conrad, her husband, take a guess
where he is. He's probably out jogging.

If you hear from Mrs. Hoff, would you
call us first, please?

You think she did it?

Do you?

Of course not. It was probably an
accident, wasn't it?

Thank you, Mr. Wicks.

Have you found her?

I've called and called. Did Mr. Hoff
have reason to commit suicide?

What?

Was he despondent?

Did he express such feelings to you or
your husband? Brendan loved life.

And Mrs. Hoff, did she mention any
problems in their marriage?

Myrtle, I don't know.

They seemed fine.

You've described her as your best
friend, is that correct?

She is.

So Mrs. Hoff confided in you?

Yes.

Yet she left with no warning, without so
much as a word.

I'm sorry, I... I don't understand.

What about the jewelry thefts? What
about my wife's cameo brooch? You don't

how they got along or even if they got
along.

Do you have any idea where Mrs. Hoff
might be?

Here. Feel that.

Go ahead, feel.

It's definitely an arm.

One word, honey.

Isometrics.

Yes.

You should have seen Mr. Universe.

Say, it's a sad day when your biggest
thrill is having all your own teeth.

So what's the wife like?

Very emotional. Her two dearest friends
are dead or missing, you know, that type

of thing.

Oh, I do have a laugh for you.

A Mrs. Prance title touched me to tell
me that Mr. Hoff is very, or was, very

active. In her own words, she said,
quote, so many women, so little time,

unquote.

Old people get horny, too.

As old and as ridiculous.

Harvey's mother bought this gigantic
bottle of my sin before she went off on

that cruise.

Yeah? Maybe Mrs. Hoff found out her
husband was fooling around on a 70 -year

-old crime of passion.

Stranger things happen.

Mary Beth's relaxed.

Harv Jr. can't even lift until he
graduates.

Yeah, that's what we thought, too.

On top of everything else, he snuck
around behind our back. He took a high

school equivalency test. He's got his
diploma.

Signed his papers.

Leave his side of it.

Are we talking about the same Harv Jr.?
One of your bloody murderers ahead of a

flu shot?

Oh, he'll be lucky if he lasts the bus
ride to boot camp.

I didn't listen to him. I didn't respect
his opinions.

Now he's making his own papers.

Don't you think you're being a little
hard on yourself?

His whole life, Tiffany.

He's thrown his whole life away.

Hmm.

There.

Now it looks like a slum with tinsel.

Damn that Tiffany Rinaldi.

It was her dumping him. That's why he's
doing it.

I thought you were supposed to run away
to the Foreign Legion when he had a

broken heart.

Just kidding.

Why the military? Why couldn't he sign
up for the Peace Corps, take a trip

around the world?

Runs in the family, I guess.

You know, police, ranks, uniforms,
procedures.

Oh, that's nice. Go ahead. Blame it on
me.

I'm just trying to bring a little
perspective here. Save it for your

Christine. What's the problem? They're
good for him.

Yeah, to make him a real man.

Real man, Jade.

I did not raise my son to march around
like a moron.

Huh. It's okay for somebody else's son.

Someone who isn't going to college.

Maybe someone poor should march instead.

I meant anybody's kid. I've got a son in
the Air Force, and I think that's fine.

I bet that you'd rather go home early.
So what is your pick on Mr. Hoff?

Murder or suicide?

Maybe he just fell.

And maybe he had help.

His wife takes off the night he dies?
What's that, coincidence?

Well, what about the jewelry thefts?
Let's just pull the old case file.

You like Mr. Hoff as the thief?

Maybe someone caught him then. Or maybe
he caught the thief at it.

You want to run this past the
lieutenant?

What, pull him out of his hush -hush
meeting downtown? Are you crazy?

All right.

Then we're on the missing jewelry
descriptions around the local pawn shops

tomorrow.

I can hardly wait.

I'm an adult.

I signed a contract.

Yeah.

Well, there are things that can be done
about that, Harvey.

What do you say?

We could contact a lawyer.

We could explain to the Marines that
although your intentions were good...

acted hastily. You hire a lawyer to
weasel me out of a promise made on my

to my country. Get off it, Harvey.

You get off of it. I'm saying what I
believe. You don't know what you

Oh, I get it, because I don't think like
you. I'm stupid, right? It's got

nothing to do with thinking. This has
got to do with guns and blood. Harvey,

please. What do you know?

What do I know?

I was in the army, remember?

You never left the states. So you will,
I, and get blown up in some barracks to

prove your point? Stop it. Stop it.

saying is that there are still options
here and that we are willing to help

I made a pledge on my honor and I'm not
going to squirm out of it.

I don't want to.

I want to be a Marine.

And if you two hate me for that, then
too bad.

Honey, does this have anything to do
with Tiffany and things not working out

way that you had hoped?

Breaking up with Tiffany has nothing to
do with serving my country.

It's that man, isn't it?

Your old pen pal?

Filling you with a lot of nonsense,
making up a lot of stories about the

Grandpa doesn't think I should go
either.

Then why are you going to throw four
years of your life away? For what?

You don't get it.

Either one of you.

Honey, if you don't want to go to
college right away, that's okay.

Just take some time off.

Think.

Travel around the country a little bit.

We'd be happy to help.

Harvey, come back here. We're not
finished talking.

Harvey!

Mrs.

Hoff, we've been looking for you for
four days. Why didn't you go to your

niece's?

Brendan liked to bet the ponies.

My niece didn't approve.

Lindsay said he should be more frugal.

She and I fought sometimes.

So you went to a friend's house instead
of her? I didn't want to fight.

You remembered to cancel dinner with
your niece, but you forgot to sign out

the home.

Well, that wasn't necessary.

Maybe you were in a hurry.

Brendan knew where I was. If anybody
knew... Brendan was dead.

What do you know about it? Who murdered
your husband, Mrs. Hopp?

Murder?

Oh, dear God.

Oh.

Oh.

I'm sorry, but nobody told me.

Why are you asking me all these
questions?

My Brendan is dead, and there's nothing
left.

We know this must be difficult, Miss.
Did you kill your husband?

What? Well, let's quit kidding each
other, Mrs. Hoff. It was no secret about

your husband.

Detective Lacey. What are you talking
about? We know about your husband's

women.

What other women? I don't understand.

You knew that he was having affairs.

That's a lie.

You make her stop. You knew and you
didn't like it. A man sleeps around and

makes his wife mad.

You shut your mouth. So you had a fight
and you pushed him out the window. Isn't

that what happened, Mrs. Hoff? No.

No, I will not stand for this.

You have no right.

You call yourself a bully?

What do you know about decency?

What do you know about respect? Nothing.

You... I'll tell you one thing, young
lady.

You don't know anything about love.

You tear people's lives apart.

was murdered.

Murdered.

He's not some piece of trash for you to
spit on.

She'll cut her loose now. She'll
disappear again.

We have nothing to hold her on. How
about motive?

Give me a break, Mary Beth. That woman's
as guilty of killing somebody as you

are. I did kill somebody.

And Brendan Hott betrayed his wife.

Then turn your bazookas on him.

That lady doesn't need your grief.

Duty calls, Lacey. The PAL needs
volunteers.

I don't understand what your problem is
here, Sergeant.

Today, my problem is you.

So why don't you take some personal
time, get some rest, and talk to Harvey

I was interrogating a murder suspect.

Fine, and I wish I'd got her alibi.

Unless, of course, you'd like to condemn
her right now. Excuse me, that means

report on Brandon Hoff.

You're welcome.

What time's Sam's due back? I don't
know, Detective. I'm not his secretary.

Well?

Fourth of death.

Seventh medical vertebrae resulting from
a fall of 40 feet. Multiple bruises on

both upper arms appear inconsistent with
fall. Looks like there was a struggle.

We'll get suicide and accident.

Any impressions, evidence?

Size of bruises indicates injuries
caused by large hands, probably male.

If somebody fought with Brendan, I
didn't hear it.

Is Myrtle okay?

Who do you think would have reason to
kill him, Mr. Wicks?

I don't know.

Well, take a guess.

Well, Brendan was a flashy old guy.
Maybe he rubbed somebody the wrong way.

But you got along with him, right?

Yeah, that's right.

Brendan never gave me any trouble.

Not like some other people, I know.

We understand that he may have been, how
should we say it, less than faithful.

Brendan?

No kidding.

Good for him.

Listen, ladies, I'd love to hang around,
but I got a lot of work.

All right, there's just one more
question, Mr. Wicks.

There have been numerous complaints
about stolen pieces of jewelry. Whoa,

wait a minute, wait a minute.

I mean, that's the end of murder?

And now we just switch over to petty
theft now? Is there anything to these

complaints, Mr. Wicks?

Look, these people, half the time they
find their stuff the next day in a sock

drawer. You're saying it doesn't happen?
I'm just saying.

Somebody bumped off old Brendan.

I'd be a little more concerned about
that.

Oh, you again?

Oh, Mr. Minton.

This is my partner, Detective Lacey.

Getting like old home week around here.
No pun intended.

Excuse us, Mr. Minton.

I thought you came back to see this.

What?

Pretty impressive, eh?

Friday, August 7th, 1942?

Uh -huh.

You really don't know?

Guadalcanal. Bayonets, bullets, and
bonsai.

We have to go, Mr. Minton. I took this
baby off a youngster.

Thought he could run it through old
Connie.

We showed Tojo what we were made of.

Sergeant Connie.

No time for an old soldier, eh?

Well, it's just that we have other
people that we need to talk to.

That's okay. My kids don't want to hear
my stories either.

Oh, Mr.

Minton. I bet you've never seen one of
these.

It's a purple heart.

I caught a piece of shrapnel right,
right, uh, right about here.

Mr. Minton, we have a death to
investigate.

Brandon? No backbone.

Probably killed himself.

We have reason to believe he was
murdered, sir.

Who'd waste the time?

Did you hear anything unusual the night
he disappeared?

Wasn't a real man anyway.

Not like my buddy Frank.

He took one right in the face for me.

Sergeant, we're wasting our time here.

All Brandon cared about was partying and
womanizing.

Womanizing? Open your ears, girlie. It's
fornicating.

So you say he had affairs?

Man had no honor.

Didn't serve his country.

Oh, they said I was too old even then.

And I rubbed out my share of kamikazes.

And now you own one of their TV sets.

I'll meet you in the car.

Would you excuse me, please, Mr. Mann?

I was running a check on all the
employees.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

Are you taking up residence in there?

Mary Beth? I'll be out in a minute.

Are you crying?

Mary Beth, I'm not going to leave.

All right.

Until you talk to me. I'm not crying.

All right.

I think we also ought to run a check on
Conrad Minton.

Very bad.

Did you hear the way he talked about Mr.
Hoff?

Yeah, I'm running him, too.

But I think you're wrong about him. Just
because he was a soldier doesn't make

him a murderer.

Harvey, do you think it's going to be
all right, you know?

He'll be coming home.

He won't be a boy anymore.

Well, he'll still be his mother.

I woke up this morning. First thing I
did, go rush over and look in the

And there was a person looking back at
me.

Oh, Chris.

She looked so old.

Mary Beth.

I mean, I turn around, and he's walking
out the door.

It's some young man I don't even know.

And I can't stop him.

Kids have to grow up.

Oh, it's crazy.

It's crazy.

My firstborn child is marching off to
war, maybe.

And all I could think about is that he's
not going to be there for Christmas

dinner.

I don't think it's crazy.

No?

He likes to help me make the stuffing.

He's probably going to be eating those
fake potatoes, you know?

The kind that they mix up out of those
lousy flakes.

He'll hate them.

The other day I was passing by Macy's
and

I looked in the window and they had
these gloves in there.

The deerskin ones, you know, with the
fur lining.

And I thought, those would be perfect
for Charlie.

And I was halfway through the door
before it hit me.

Hey, I bought them anyway.

There's a big empty hole that nobody
else will ever fill.

But I have to believe that it will get
easier.

We want you with us for Christmas, okay?

I didn't tell you that story if you'd
invite me over. I know that.

I was planning to invite you. We want
you over for Christmas, okay?

Thanks.

Probably have plans with David anyway,
huh?

Christmas Eve.

Oh, so... So I'll be there Christmas
Day.

Oh, great.

Oh, that's great.

We'll do it super special, Christine.
We'll open packages and sing songs, the

whole bit.

Sounds nice.

You blow out the candles this year. I'm
giving your name to the JDL. I promise.

Detective Lacey.

Go ahead, Jody. I wish it was a turkey
sandwich. What? I've got the background

info on the senior serenity name.

There's not much. Some DMV problems, a
few minor misdemeanors.

Mr. Wicks does not pay his parking
tickets.

Ah, Conrad Minton is the heavyweight
here. Fined for disorderly conduct,

Probably threw an egg at an anti -war
protester. Nothing on Nunzio?

Ah, near the bottom. Zilch.

I just put Nunzio through the Cagney on
three.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Thank you, by the way.

Did you talk to her niece?

All right, we'll be in touch, Mr.
Nunzio.

Listen, give me a call if she shows up
or if you hear anything.

Yeah, thanks.

Myrtle Hoff's gone.

She's packed up in that senior serenity
without a word to anybody.

Not the niece?

She told Nunzio that it was news to her.

Why would Myrtle leave now?

Here's the background checks.

Everybody's clean.

Not so hard to figure out why she'd go.

You forgetting the M .E.'s report, Mary
Beth? It was probably a man.

I'm not saying that.

Who'd want to go back to a canasta game
knowing her partners maybe slept with

her husband?

I did that woman a big favor, huh?

Talking out early, Chris.

Personal time.

May I help you?

Hello, Father.

Yes, I just wanted to light a candle.

It's for my dad.

He passed away this year.

And he always would come and light a
candle for his parents.

He came every Christmas.

So I'd like to do the same.

Sorry.

Where's Harvey Jr.? I have good news.

We were having a discussion when
suddenly he had to get away from all the

air.

Is he coming home for dinner?

Who knows? He's an adult.

Maybe he'll spend the night at the
roller rink.

Harvey, I did that last week.

Yeah, I know.

But I knocked over Colonel Ollie's soup
of polka when I was grabbing for a beer.

That stuff, it reeked, Mary Beth.

I went and talked to a Marine recruiter,
Harvey.

You joining up, too?

There could be a compromise here. This
man tells me that there's all kind of

options for today's soldier.

I mean, he doesn't have to be in combat.

He'll get his education and there's
computers, there's business skills and

engineering. You know, Mary Beth, I
can't believe that you bought this crap.

He could specify his training in his
contract.

Once you're in, Mary Beth, forget it.

Besides, our boy just told me he wants
to be a grunt.

A fighter crawling through the mud with
a knife between his teeth.

Harv, if we tell him that we're not
against this decision... Mary Beth,

it. It's smoke!

It's the military, Mary Beth. It's about
death. It's about men sending boys to

blow each other up. Oh, hey.

You know, I can't believe it.

Our son is waiting for another Grenada.
He's waiting to join in. He is waiting

to die for his country.

Shut up, Harvey.

Shut up.

Don't you say our child is going to die.

How dare you say that. Don't you ever
say that again.

Ever.

Mary Beth, I am so sorry.

I'm just scared of him. That's all.

Harvey Sr. was a bullheaded boy himself.

Yeah, he still is.

So? Like father, like son?

What did you do when you and Harvey
joined the Army?

I put his picture on the mantle.

Oh, God, I was so proud of him.

Well, the world is changing, Miriam.

When the women stop being proud of stuff
like that, maybe the men stop going to

war.

You know, There are some things you and
I disagree about, Mary Beth.

So how did you live with the empty room?

Meryl, I hate what he's doing.

You're going to stop loving him, too?

Trust me, I'll be at the gate, so you
look for me here.

Hold on, Mama Sergeant.

Some jewelry turned up in a pawn shop.
Details on your desk.

Thanks. Is Samuel's in?

Coleman said he's downtown again.

Okay.

Mom, please don't bring your preserves.

I bought a special dress for New Year's
Eve, and I'm mean to fit into it.

Yeah. Yeah.

See you at the airport, Mom. A minute to
take?

I guess yesterday we kind of punched
each other's sun buttons.

No hard feelings?

No. I'm sorry, too. I started it.

Is your son coming home for the
holidays?

He's in Greenland.

Maybe in January, though.

Well, happy New Year.

Thanks.

Morning, Mary Beth.

Morning, Sergeant.

Can I get you anything?

Charles lived in my desk, remember?

Two of the stolen pieces of jewelry from
Senior Serenity turned up.

Does the description of the guy who
pawned them sound familiar to you?

Caucasian, 25 to 29, sandy hair, well
built.

You can't do better than drag work then,
huh?

Go ahead.

I can do my job.

Very bad.

I'd like to help you if you'll let me.

Can you make it all go away?

No. But I can get you coffee.

I told you.

I never killed anybody.

So the tooth fairy left these underneath
your pillow?

You're too stupid to play dumb with.

Maybe he's just slow.

Prove me right, Jerry, huh?

Where'd you get the jewelry?

I found them.

I swear.

Where?

I can't answer that.

Hey, I got a right.

You win, detective.

He is stupid.

Jerry, watch my lip.

Either you answer or you go in the
slammer for 40 years to life.

If you survive, you're going to learn a
thousand new ways to wear your hair.

Last chance.

Between the track...

And all his old lady friends.

I always thought that Brendan was a
thief.

So after I found his body, I searched

his room.

And I found the jewelry in the frame of
his bed.

Then I dialed 911.

Your IQ is improving, but you're still
the best thing we've got for this

The DA's a lot nastier than we are. Make
an educated guess.

It wasn't me.

Who had a reason to do it?

I don't know.

Get him out of here.

If you think I did it, you're both
crazy.

Right.

Somebody Brendan robbed me?

Well, they'd throw him out a window.

And he'll be strong enough to do it,
except for Wicks.

I better tell his husband.

That is a filthy, rotten lie.

No lie, Conrad. You knew that Brendan
was sleeping with Wilma. Don't you say

that. Conrad here got old.

He got tired and he just slowed down.

So his wife takes a lover?

Absolutely not.

Absolutely not.

Detectives.

Get out of here, Wilma.

What's wrong?

You want to tell us what happened? Mrs.
Minton, let's find someplace private.

Yes, we'd like to talk to you about Mr.
Holmes. No, you do not talk to her.

We're going to get the truth from
somebody, Conrad.

You did kill him, didn't you?

He was scum.

I'm so sorry.

He didn't touch you.

He never touched Wilma.

Do you want a tea, Chris?

No, thanks.

I don't really want it either.

I used to think life got simpler as you
got older.

Tell the Chris and put an old man in
jail.

It's the job, Chris.

I'm outta here.

See you tomorrow.

I bought some of your Super Boca.

It's kind of stupid, huh?

No, it's not. I can take it with me.

I'm sure they'll let me drink it.

After you mix up a quart, what are you
going to do with it?

They're not going to issue you a little
refrigerator or anything, you know.

I'll work something out.

Well, if I give you any problems, tell
them to call your mother.

I want my boy healthy.

Healthy and happy.

Sure.

I'll miss you, Mom.

I love you.

You couldn't have waited till after
Christmas.

I'm sorry.

You couldn't have waited till after
Christmas.