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I want the feds notified. This is not the first time this kind of glitch has

happened. I heard it never steal anything small, but this is outrageous.

Women are moving up in the world. Ten years ago, this could only have been

by a man. Us bankers, thick skins.

We're talking impossible mafia bank here. A major coup over the feds and the

organized crime strike force. This woman stole a hundred million dollars.

She's stonewalling us, Lieutenant. This is no longer your business, ladies.

Put it down.

Step back. Now, Miss Dunn, now. Put it down.

The standard colors are blue wool and white ceiling. It's departmental rules.

Let me understand something here.

You want to go by the book?

Why don't we just have building maintenance do the painting?

Oh, sure.

They'll say sure and schedule us for August 2001.

Fine. But I don't care how much paint you and Harvey have left over. I'm not

wasting a week in turning this place peachy pink.

Carmen. Yeah? You have a gentleman caller.

He says it's personal.

Excuse me.

Oh, Sarge, I gotta talk to you. Give a person a break, huh?

Well, Mr. Plotnick, what a pleasant surprise.

Mr. Plotnick, this is my partner, Detective Lacey.

Hello.

Mary Beth, this is Mr. Plotnick from the West End National Bank.

My favorite teller.

Mr. Plotnick watches a lot of TV, Lieutenant, and he used a pencil to pick

in case of fingerprints.

All this belongs to your supervisor, Ms. Dowling?

Right. But you never called the bank examiners, is that correct?

I didn't what? Call the bank examiners.

How's that?

No. He said no.

But isn't that normal procedure?

Mr. Plotnick.

Yes.

It's just that...

Well, well, Miss Cagney and I have been friends a long time.

She visits me every Friday at the back, always waits for my window.

And I just thought that... Just to be straight on the rules of evidence,

Lieutenant, Mr. Plotnick mistook this anti -shake case for his own and opened

before he realized his mistake.

Miss Dowling's death is the first one on the right. Yes, ma 'am.

We have several ways to... Thank you.

Hi.

I'll talk to you by week then.

Okay. Bye -bye.

Sterling, this is Sergeant Cagney.

Detective Lacey.

What can I do for you, officer?

We have what you might call a lost and found situation here, ma 'am.

Lost and found.

I believe our Miss Joyce took care of that.

Well, we understand that this is yours.

If you can describe what's inside, then you can claim it.

I'm afraid I haven't the faintest idea.

Perhaps we should talk then with the bank president.

Oh, Mr. Wright's on vacation.

Then where's the vice president?

You're looking at her.

Miss Dowling, have you noticed any discrepancies in the bank's books

Funny you should mention that.

Last month's federal bank examination came up $26 .45 short.

Have you found it?

She's stonewalling us, Lieutenant.

But her story on the federal bank examination checks out with her. Doesn't

she couldn't have done it five minutes after they left.

What about Tottenham? Is he a suspect?

Well, if Dowling is all you got, where is she? Under surveillance, sir. We

like permission to go around the clock.

By tomorrow, we should have print verification on the attache case and the

,000 inside it, so we can move on it. I want the feds notified on this. Done,

Lieutenant. It should be in the bank before it closes tomorrow.

Warrants? Applied for, sir.

Well, okay, you know what you're doing. Get the hell out of here. Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Lieutenant?

Not a bad day, partner?

Oh, Sergeant, you're so easy. A six -figure felony with a quickie wrap -up.

You're in heaven.

Harvey called, said don't forget to bring the number 15 sunblock. Thank you,

Sergeant. It's Harvey's contractor's convention in Florida.

This is the week, Christine.

Hence the personal days.

Am I a detective or am I a detective?

Swaying palm trees.

Tropical breezes.

Walking hand in hand on a deserted beach.

You and me.

Laying out on a double float in the pool. Oh, baby.

Sipping on killer rum drinks with little umbrellas.

Oh, baby.

And all because you're married to the newest member of the Flushing

Association. Oh, Harvey, no more emptying parties or unmade beds. It's

service now, Mr. Lacey.

Oh, you bet, babe.

Hey.

The FCA and the convention are only two of the perks.

There's all kinds of activities for the wise.

Spouses, honey.

That's what I said.

Sweetheart, all contractors are not necessarily men.

Oh. Yeah. Oh. Yeah. I got it.

Look,

darling. We know you sold your condo. We know you applied for a visa to Nepal.

We have your fingerprints on the attache case and on the money inside.

Give, Miss Dowling, because in a few minutes the feds are going to have a lot

questions. And believe me, it's easier dealing with us.

How long have you been doing this?

Who else is involved?

Excuse me. What? Which one of you is Sergeant Cagney?

Yo.

Agent Morton, FBI, chief bank examiner.

And my superiors are on their way. There's a substantial sum of money

here, and I must ask you to cease and desist in your interrogation.

At ease, Morton.

This is our perpetrator. We have her, and we have the money with the prints on

it. You've got the hundred million?

The what?

Gee, Louise.

Miss Downing is ours, and we're taking her in. I think you'll find you're on

federal territory here. My colleagues from the Bureau are on their way.

just waiting for a warrant.

You mean you have one of these here?

You can tell your pals that Miss Dowling has a new address, and it's the 14th

Precinct. Detective?

Was it some man, Miss Dowling?

Did you steal the money for a man?

Because we know how it is when someone you love has a drug problem.

Isn't this better left until my attorney arrives?

There is no man, detective.

I took Mom's advice.

Get a good education and don't depend on some man to support you. What do you

say we talk about the money, Miss Darling? All the heterosexual men my age

either married or sleeping under bridges.

Miss Darling, can it.

Where's the rest of the money? On my back or hanging in my closet.

You don't expect us to believe that you spent $100 million on clothing.

Get real.

I stole what you've got in that release, plus maybe another $12 ,000.

Well, that accounts for about one -tenth of one percent of what is missing.

Right now, you're all we've got.

So unless you want to find out about a lot of other stuff your mother forgot to

tell you, you better let us in on what's going on.

You think it's tough to find an eligible male in Manhattan?

Willie addresses the Federal Penitentiary for Women.

Excuse me, detective.

Detectives, I'm Kate Ferber, Miss Allen's attorney.

Okay. The assistant district attorney will be here any minute.

Look, I'm not stupid.

I know what you've got on me and what you don't.

I stole a fine amount of money, for which I'm willing to make amends.

As for the rest of it, I've got some ideas.

But I want to see some networking here.

I want to know we can strike some kind of accommodation.

Woman to woman.

I love it. An equal opportunity felon.

Ready for Dan? What have you wrought?

Women are moving up in the world. Ten years ago, this could only have been

by a man.

It's not what I call progress, Mr. Filber.

You run this by family, or I'll get on the horn of my boss.

Dad's going to hate this.

I know. I'm sure it's a good deal, Thelma. I know. And I want David to have

but $5 ,000 is all I can afford to give him.

Oh, come on, Thelma. I am not negotiating with my own son.

No, that's not true. That's it. That's all I got. I can't give him any more.

Thelma, I'm into several servants. What do you want from me, Thelma?

You know, you should thank God, Lacey, that your kid is in the Marine Corps.

I'll tell you that, because, you know, he'll at least have the G .I. Bill going

for him when he wants to buy a co -op. Oh, sad to say, sir, the benefits are

as advertised. Lieutenant! Oh, come on, I told you, Cagney. Blue and white,

those are the official colors, and there are no exceptions.

It's about the bank case, Lieutenant, not the bathroom.

What bank case? What are you talking about? The West End National.

The $100 million stolen.

You know, this darling, she probably stole the money because she needs it to

help her kid buy a co -op. She's small potatoes, Lieutenant.

Now, she's willing to give us the whole scam, but in order to get it, we have to

make a deal.

What kind of a deal?

Immunity from prosecution.

What? No, not total immunity, sir. She will make full restitution to the bank

and be on probation while undergoing therapy.

Therapy? This woman stole $100 million.

She only admits to $112 ,000, sir.

Oh.

Yeah, come on in.

She's a small -time amateur, Lieutenant, but she can help us.

We're talking a possible mafia bank here.

A major coup over the feds and organized crime strike force. Not to mention a

major feather in your cap, huh, Cagney?

You believe this, Steve? Well, if her story doesn't pan out, the deal is off.

Besides, if we don't move on this right now, the feds will snatch her away.

Therapy, huh?

All right, but I want this completely and correctly written up in the fives,

okay?

Right, Lieutenant.

Say thank you for the career maker, Feldberg.

When I'm mayor, I'll send you roses. Sergeant, for you.

Thanks, Bessel.

Anytime, Sarge.

Have fun.

What is it, Sergeant?

Listen to this.

The vacationing Mr. Wright, president of West End National, is the son -in -law

of mafia biggie Louis de Toyo, who just prior to being deported set his son -in

-law up in the currency trade.

Bingo, it is a mafia.

Then you're always telling me he's not so great.

This is not the first time this kind of glitch has happened. Glitch. One hundred

million dollars.

In the business, we call it flight capital.

Or laundered money.

Flight capital.

A function of multinational banking.

It means electronic flight from one account at one bank to another account

another bank.

Blip, blip.

That's it.

Blip, blip.

Nobody moves cash anymore.

How do you think Marcos or Trujillo or the Shah of Iran got billions out of

their country?

In suitcases?

That's how you were taking it.

Only because I dream small.

Every time one of those electronic glitches hit... Wait, back up a minute.

What is a glitch?

It's like an electronic open cash drawer.

A window.

Big sums of money would miraculously disappear from the computer.

An hour later, they'd come back.

Now, before that happened, I'd tack on an extra hundred or so, and that would

come back, too.

A little bit here, a little bit there. Before you know it, the pin money adds

to $112 ,000.

Careful, Josie, cancer.

The money never came back, and neither did the bank president.

So we'll talk to the department and find out where he's vacationing.

Chris? What?

A million dollars theft, I understand.

Five million?

Ten million, even.

A hundred million dollars, Christine.

How would you ever hope to get away with it?

How would you hide it?

Depends. If you're Mel DeMarcos, you turn it into shoes.

Chris.

A hundred million dollars.

I know I shouldn't be doing this, you not having to warn at all. But my cousin

Ernie was on the force for 20 years. And he used to tell me the hassles you all

have to go through.

So I'm sympathetic.

If you get my drift.

Well, we can't tell you how much we appreciate this.

Well, there we are, the domicile of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Wright.

I really shouldn't be doing this. You know, I...

Well, I don't

know. I mean, Ernie would tell me about the hassles, but a search warrant is one

of our constitutional guarantees.

Well, here's another picture of Alexander Hamilton for your collection.

Now, no one can question your patriotism.

You shopping for an apartment?

This is no longer your business, ladies.

Besides, we both missed it.

I do not enjoy laying out a double sawbuck only to be told by some federal

to get out of his face and out of his case.

His case.

Can you believe it?

Christine, it's over.

We cannot hope to compete with the federal government over who beats who in

race to find Mr. Right.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Face it. That 20 bucks wipes out our slush fund for a month. Plus, I am

my way to pina coladas and steamy nights in the parrot jungle.

How's your feet?

Happy with a therapist?

Well, sir, it's a lot like a stolen credit card scam, sir. The trick is to

charge like crazy before the card register is stolen using a computer

glitch. On a much larger scale, of course, sir, and the whole thing has to

with multinational corporations and international currencies. Okay, okay,

okay. All right? Just write it up when it's complete.

Yes, sir.

In the meantime, Inspector Marquette would like to see you both ears on a

double. Fine, we'll head downtown right away.

No, no, no.

He's at some task force headquarters, apparently very hush -hush. Here's where

it is.

Don't keep him waiting.

No, sir.

All right, you can go.

Ah, detective.

Come on in.

You know Agent Morton.

And this is Assistant U .S. Attorney Whistler.

We are conducting a joint NYPD federal task force.

You familiar with West End National?

Absolutely, sir. It's our case.

This happens to be a cooperative operation.

We're going to want depositions from you two, but you should know the key to

this case is the bank's president, Robert Wright.

A very wrong guy.

Humor in the workplace.

How unique.

We've been looking for him everywhere.

This morning, he telephoned us.

Said he was willing to testify before a federal grand jury.

But... He won't come in without an escort.

You get him down here.

Thank you, Inspector.

Where is he?

Upstate. Town call Renfrew. His wife is already in protective custody.

I don't know if I like this idea.

I do.

Well, it's supposed to be a joint task force, and it is our case.

Morton, don't try and squeeze out the NYPD.

Robert Wright's wife is Carla DeCoya.

The daughter of the old gangster, sir? Correct.

He's been in the family bank for more than 20 years.

It has interesting relationships with foreign banks. If Wright tells us what

knows,

lights will go on in government buildings all over the world.

We want to keep this guy co -op.

So, treat him with kid gloves?

When you get to the George Washington Bridge, give me a call.

You'll be told where to deliver right.

Fine.

Any questions?

Bring him in.

Seems simple enough.

And don't worry about Sam.

I'll clear everything for you.

Oh, my Lord, Chris, what am I going to do about Florida?

What's the big deal?

We'll drop off our package. You catch the first flight out tomorrow morning.

You mean fly down alone?

I'll tell you what, while you're winking at the towel, boys, I'll have the

ladies come paint it, okay?

Y 'all gonna paint it?

I didn't say that.

We haven't even agreed on a color, Christine.

How about high -tech white?

Oh, white shows all the dirt.

What do you want it to look like, a subway station?

Soft colors are more relaxing. Everybody knows that.

Nah.

Pastels are so Miami.

Oh, Harvey's gonna kill me.

Can't you call your inspector and tell him to take a rain check?

Sweetheart, there'll be parties all weekend.

Tonight's the welcoming luau.

Honey, listen, I want you to go on ahead to Florida without me, and I'll, um...

Sweetheart, I'll call you tonight in Miami, and we could, uh...

We could talk about it on the phone.

I don't think I should go without you, Mary, but we plan this trip together.

He went.

I cannot believe it. Just like that, Miami bound.

You told him he should go without you.

You always say it's all right for them to go, Christine.

They're not supposed to go.

We could have saved an hour if they'd let us use the thruway.

Too many spy novels, Mary Beth.

I tell you, the feds are up to their eyebrows in cloak and dagger.

Uh -huh. This is a simple fetch and deliver detail.

Mary Beth, would you stop mooning over Miami?

Not funny, Christine.

Hey, I'm just trying to keep it light here, okay?

Sure.

That's cool.

A map.

Hmm? How long do I stay on the yellow brick road?

Oh, we're good for almost 30, 40 minutes before we have to turn.

Hmm.

Nice looking guy.

Huh?

Chris, if you see one of those fans on the road, stop, all right?

You know, I want to get some fresh apples and maybe some maple syrup.

That's Vermont, Mary Beth.

Upstate New York happens to be a major producer of maple syrup.

Thank you, Miss New York State.

Muriel is babysitting the kids. The kids like maple syrup on their pancakes on

Sunday morning, and I'm not going to be there because I'm going to be in Miami

with Harvey.

Is that all right with you?

Hey, I'm easy.

Grandparents used to live out in this, pardon the expression, neck of the

No kidding.

Anything look familiar?

Yeah, you.

Can't see a damn thing out there.

I hate being lost, Chris.

You hate it? I'm the control freak.

Oh, jeez. What is this now?

Do yourself a favor, lady, and turn around. It gets worse up ahead.

Do yourself a favor and get out of my way.

I

don't

want to say anything, Christine, but the animals are lining up two by two.

Maple syrup in my ass.

It kills my drink.

The question is, my partner, who would you kill?

Do me a favor. Will you marry Beto or check the address here?

Uh...

Ladies lost?

Well, just a little bit, I guess, Sheriff.

Credit. Credit.

So, up next, who's in?

Things get boring in the city?

Actually, we just came up with some maple syrup.

You're in the wrong part of the state.

Well, we were misinformed.

What we do want, sir, is...

7 -4 -3 -2 -7, Pinewood Lane, Sheriff.

It is a small world, isn't it?

Thank you, Sheriff.

Actually, we're kind of late, and I'm afraid my uncle would be very worried.

Hello?

But you drive carefully.

We don't have any gridlock up here in Renfro.

We really don't want any.

Thank you, Sheriff.

And good night.

Do you think it's odd that a sheriff is hanging around outside the very house

we're looking for?

Small -town America, my goodness, with this little crime in communities like

this.

Do you think it's Inspector Martha or the feds peeping over our shoulders?

Hey, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, okay?

Okay.

All I know is where I come from, there's never a cop around when you need one.

Is that it?

And they told me crime doesn't take.

You know what?

What?

It was almost a year ago.

My kitchen.

You called me a drunk.

What the hell do you eat?

I feel pretty good.

Thanks.

Enjoy your dinner, ladies.

It was great.

Oh, yes, thank you very much.

Rubs comfortable?

Yes, thank you.

How about you, Detective Lacey?

Everything wonderful.

Why don't you get your bags, and we'll change our clothes and get out of here.

Everything. Wonderful.

You have a problem, Christine?

I have not seen this much drooling since Alice's first birthday party.

Whatever are you talking about?

Come on, Mary Beth, you have to admit that it's attractive.

I'm trying to phone again. Of course.

Billy Mays.

Mary Beth Lacey, who has never looked at another man since her husband, Harvey,

proposed to her when she was 14.

I was almost 21.

So you're interested in Mr. Wright as strictly professional?

Absolutely.

I'll believe you, but thousands wouldn't. Just because he's beautiful

polished and plays a mean piano.

It's been hitting on you ever since we got here.

All that I am doing, Christine, is escorting a suspected felon to the

authorities to ensure his safe delivery into custody.

Whatever you say, Mrs. Lacey.

Wanna... Wanna pat me down again?

Once was enough, sir.

Not if you do it right.

Okay, so let's get this show on the road.

Rubenstein was unique.

He had a love affair with a piano.

Honest to God romantic.

I'm a Horowitz fan myself.

Did you see his Leningrad performance on the Charles Kuralt show?

I'm so glad he's giving concerts again.

I was lucky enough to see Rubenstein at Carnegie Hall.

Ah, I love that place.

The lights, the audience, it's great.

It's too bad what the renovation did to the acoustics.

What do you think, Detective Lacey?

I think it's peculiar that a man said she herself turns out to be nothing but

common thief.

Is he following us?

I don't think so.

He's been with us for about a half a mile or so.

We had another one for about a mile and a half before he turned off.

Want to slow up, Sasha, see what he does?

I don't know.

Just lie down in your seat, Mr. Wright.

I'm going to pass.

So how'd you expect to get away with it?

I mean, you're not highly Celestia. Well, I'm Barone. Where'd you think you

going to hide it?

Detective, now you're being silly.

Why is that silly?

I mean, I hardly ever steal anything small, but this is outrageous.

Entire regimes are at stake.

The American way of life.

Does this story have a little girl and a rabbit in it?

How about a war over the Falklands?

What, your bank invested heavily in South American real estate?

The government of Argentina needed something to shore up its popularity.

Get people to rally around the flag.

They knew England would have to defend the Falklands by sea.

And that the French had a missile that could be an equalizer.

You an arms dealer?

No, I'm a banker.

France was willing to sell Exocet missiles, but only for dollars.

No pesos.

Not even Lira from a right -wing Italian group willing to put the bill.

Enter the U .S. of A.

Pardon me, but we supported England.

We didn't want Argentina to be humiliated.

So, Paul, it cost us a few hundred lives, why not?

They were threatening to do business with the Russians if we didn't

So you loaned Argentina the money? At the request of our government.

And then the little girl followed the rabbit down the hall.

What a funny kind of cynic.

Then Argentina lost the war and reneged on the loan, leaving your bank holding

the bag?

I'm impressed, detective.

The Falkland thing was a long time ago.

It took so long for it to show up.

The technical movement of money stalled the inevitable.

The Iran -Contra thing was the final nail in the coffin.

Don't tell me.

Oh, if I see him, Harvey's in Miami. He'd love this.

Yeah? Yeah, hello. I'm sorry if I woke you, Lieutenant, but I've been watching

the news on the TV down here, and there's all this stuff about a big storm

upstate. Who's this?

I'm sorry, Harvey Lacey.

Yeah, my ma is with the kids, and Mary Betsy hasn't called.

Lacey, what time is it now?

Yeah, I know. She's on this assignment upstate, but she was supposed to be back

hours ago in the desk charge, and he hasn't heard from her.

And, well,

you know, I'm just kind of worried.

Get down, Mr. Bright.

And no matter what happens, stay there.

Yes, sir.

Well, good night for a plant.

Is that the truth?

Well, locals have sense enough to stay inside on a night like this.

Yeah, well, get ahead of us.

What with the weather, you might have tried to bury the hatchet.

We heard on the radio that it might clear up.

Why, will you?

I'd find some place and sit this one out.

The road's washed out up ahead there, but there's a motor in before that.

It ain't very clean, but it's overpriced.

Well, thanks very much for your help.

Happy to oblige.

Take it easy. Yeah.

Good night.

He's got a point, Christine. I'm not going to make my flight to Miami this

morning.

Great. We can sit up all night singing Don't Cry For Me, Argentina.

Okay, we're joining rooms in their west wing.

Those are blown out inside, too.

Norman Bates doesn't run the joint, but he'd like it. I'm going to move the car.

Ah!

We'll be safer if the car resides.

If that story you told us is true, there's probably certain people that

want you to testify.

What an interesting time.

Thanks. I'm sorry if I insulted you before.

No.

Us bankers?

Thick skin.

Actually, it caught on very fast.

Quite knowledgeable.

International banking can be... be complicated.

You mean our flight capital?

Well, uh...

Out

of sight, out of mind?

Mary Beth, don't you think we should give Mr. Wright a few minutes to get

comfortable?

Holler when you're decent.

I'm not sure.

I just thought I'd check.

Do you believe that story he told us about Argentina and all that?

Well, if he made it up, he's got a hell of an imagination.

I'll tell you one thing.

Awfully cute to look at.

He seems to be a... Intelligent.

Oh, come on, partner.

Don't kid her, kid her.

Pheromones, Mary Beth.

Huh?

Sexual chemistry.

Oh. It's how the boy aunts tell who the girl aunts are.

Occasionally it happens to people.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

And behaving like a teenager.

It's all right. I mean, there are millions of people in the world every

a while. Two of them connect. It's not a felon. Yeah, but he's a felon. I'm

getting all silly over a major felon.

I think it's nice.

You have to stay.

How's it going in there, Mr. Wright?

Well, it's not the Ritz.

Well, Detective Lacey will be taking the first watch.

I'm not going in there.

Yeah, you are.

Why does a modern woman choose a career in law enforcement?

I saw an ad on the subway.

How long have you been married?

19 years and 3 months.

14 for me.

It happened one night.

What, the... No, no, no, the movie.

Oh, sure.

Claudette Colbert and Clark Gable. Sure, I love that movie.

Oh.

You mean, uh... Two people, one room.

a lot safer and moved closer.