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Thank you, Sergeant.

It's Harvey's Contractor Convention in Florida.

Previously on Cagney and Lacey.

This is the week, Christine.

While you're winking at the towel, boys, I'll have the ladies who made it. I

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

He went.

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

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?

Jeez, Louise.

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

their country?

In suitcases?

A hundred million dollars, Christine.

How would you ever hope to get away with it?

How would you hide it?

Depends. If you melt the Marcos, you turn it into shoes.

Bingo, it is a mafia bet. I do not enjoy laying out a double sawbuck only to be

told by the federal suit to get out of his face and out of his case.

I've convinced these gentlemen this assignment should be yours.

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

He telephoned us.

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

You get him down here.

Seems simple enough.

If Wright tells us what he knows, lights will go on in government buildings all

over the world.

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.

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

No pesos.

Enter the U .S. today.

I've seen Harvey in Miami. He'd love this.

She was supposed to be back hours ago in the desk, Sergeant. He hasn't heard

from her.

I'll check these out for you anyway, okay?

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

authorities to ensure his safe delivery into custody.

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

You want to pat me down again?

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.

I'm not going in there.

Yeah, you are.

It's safer if you move closer.

I'm FBI.

Agent Duggan.

Put it down.

Real close.

I'm doing it.

No problem.

Stay cool. Shut up!

I'm Agent Thomas Duggan, FBI.

He's dead!

There's ID in my bag.

There better be.

All right, you know the drill. Fingers laced on your head.

Move it inside.

And where's the real Mr. Wright?

I have my gun back now. My call is that guy out there wasn't working alone.

I'll get the car.

Keep your eyes open, Chris.

I'm sorry, I couldn't let you know.

Sure. Let's move it.

So far, so good.

The real Robert Wright.

Who slipped out of the lodge after he left.

He's probably somewhere safe by now.

Because we are here taking the heat?

Marquette.

That son of a bitch!

you mean he's not at home don't give me that bull sergeant where is he at 3 a .m

huh he's out in jersey at some hotel with his secretary wait you get

and you tell him i want to talk to him

What in the hell have we gotten into here?

I would trade my Irish heritage for a telephone that worked.

Or a road that actually went somewhere, or a bridge that wasn't washed out.

All this time, we have not covered one quarter of an inch on this map.

We're the equal to any man in the world.

Except when it comes to peeing in the wood.

So how come it took him long?

The coast is clear.

Then again, I thought that sheriff was just a local gendarme. Is there anything

you do know for sure? Look, the reasoning was that if he, too, got hold

game plan, we had to have a trick play up our sleeves.

Meaning us?

Us.

What the hell is a P2?

It's that Italian right -wing group I told you about.

So all that stuff you told us last night about the Falklands and Argentina and

Contragate was... Is as true as the fact that this car should be in gear and out

of here.

Hey.

All right?

Damage is heavy with telephone service and electricity out in more than two

-thirds of the county.

Turning now to sports.

Low on gas.

There's got to be a station up ahead somewhere.

Any idea how we got picked for this crap detail?

You must have enemies of your own.

Me?

I made a heavy bust.

Big mistake.

So who's big toes did you step on?

The guy I was tracking turned out to be a major drug dealer, protected by the

CIA. Is there a short version to this story?

Do I hear this or not?

It's a long ride back to Manhattan, isn't it?

Of course, bright boy that I am, I refuse to look the other way.

I tried buffeting.

The roof fell in on me.

They tried to cover it by making me look dirty.

Leap my name to the press.

Are we about to leave the country again?

One day one of my kids comes home from school and asks me if I'm a crook.

That's a tough one.

I didn't have a way with understatement.

We've been relocated four times in three years.

I've been passed over for promotion.

and generally been given to believe that the Bureau of Directorship is not my

future.

Sergeant, you don't think we've got a sign to this here? Don't get freaky. I'm

having enough trouble with Mr. Conspiracy here.

Plutonium, a crooked judge, Salvadorian destiny. Unless Marquette likes us even

less than he already does.

I would say that the late Sheriff Craddock is a pretty good indication

decoy mission is working.

So despite the paranoia in the air, I don't think she'll make anything more of

it than it is.

How about you, Agent 7?

You think this here is working, or are we all on somebody's hit list?

I agree with the sergeant here. I think our acts are smashed.

So we just keep playing it up, making as direct a line as we can for the Big

Apple, and keeping judicious eye.

Understatement.

I'm peeling my eyes away. Alex, now how come we got on this here without backup

or a proper briefing?

Face it, Mary Beth, we are personas, not sagradas.

Maybe it's that peachy pink you wanted to paint the bathroom.

It's almost funny, Christine.

Ice front.

Ice front.

It's a gas station up ahead.

Let's go for it.

Pups don't work.

The electric's out on account of the storm last night. Telephone?

It's out, too.

Be glad to check your oil.

Bye. Got a drinking fountain?

Over there.

Got any food?

A candy machine, but it's empty.

Right.

first he was a banker and a thief then he's a banker who's not a thief then he

was the FBI now he's a target for the CIA I'd sure like to know what the

going on Chris what on the wheel well

It's a transmitter.

Left by the sheriff when he helped me change this lovely tire.

Why? He knew where we were going. He gave us directions for Lortz.

Oil's okay.

Thank you.

Left under the rear bumper where we had the flat.

The sheriff was good.

This accounts for why we haven't seen anyone following us. Not necessary. They

can just hang back.

Any ideas?

Get out of here fast.

How much gas we got left?

Two or three gallons.

Okay, okay. We get the transmitter at this fork in the road up here. Get

whoever's behind us something to think about. Got my vote. Let's move.

Well, that transmitter means Sheriff Craddock definitely had backup.

At least somebody does.

Doesn't this thing go any faster?

Hey, macho man, you volunteering? Do you want to come up here?

Well, if they're going to put us in a James Bond movie, the least they could

is give us an Aston Martin.

How about one of those personal helicopters?

You know, with the built -in submachine guns from, what do you call that?

Thunderbolt. And then one of us could hover over the bad guys and the other

could... Sky write him secret code back to headquarters.

She leads a rich fantasy life.

That's what got me into the FBI.

I joined up because it would pay better than the typing pool.

That's the difference between the sexes.

I've always said men were the true romantics.

How about you, Sarge?

Huh? Was law enforcement a choice?

Take a look.

Someone in a hurry right behind us, and they're gaining.

Flora, Crick, what the hell do you think I'm doing?

We're no match for this. We look for a chance for evasive action.

I love it when they talk technical.

We must be running out of fuel.

We're at the local feed trap here.

I don't want to give for a ticket right now.

All right, Captain, come here. Evasive action. Hold on!

You are a driver, Sergeant.

Looks like they've bought it, Christine.

All right, I'm gonna need some help here. I wanna get this thing out of

See if anybody's home.

Hello?

Is anybody here?

Hello? NYPD.

Hello? Is anyone here?

Hello?

Nobody. I'll look around and see if anybody's here. Hey, kid.

This is our way out.

Take his truck. Try to find the state troopers in Roseburg.

What are you going to do? I'll be right behind you. Who's giving the orders

here? We don't have a chance. We don't even know how many there are. You're

wasting time.

Well, it was a good idea. Damn.

They'll spread out, and then we can split them up. I'll pick the house.

All right, we'll cover from the bottom. I have the only decent weapon, so don't

draw that fire unless you absolutely have to.

I'm a shabby.

Love, Tom.

Okay.

Both of you.

Let me see that.

Sergeant!

Is that all there is?

More's coming up. The power's just being restored upstate now.

Coleman, you got that number for Harvey Lacey in Florida?

It's on your desk, Lieutenant.

He's not there.

He's flying back. First flight this morning.

Hey, pal, we're not going anywhere.

Is there another way out of here?

Hey, are you listening to me?

Does the expression bullfuck you mean anything to you, Inspector?

I was trying to get you all last night.

What's with the disappearing act, Inspector?

I want some answers, and I want them now.

These guys aren't coordinating wedding.

If I'm killed in the line of duty, Harvey gets 80 % of second -grade money

life.

I want a full -dress funeral.

21 -gun salute.

It works.

You think Nelman will show up?

Just to make sure we're dead.

What the hell, Clark?

I'm gonna draw him off. Do it. I got this, ma 'am.

Don't throw nothing.

No, please.

No, please, no.

Please, no.

What?

No, say again.

Say again. I didn't hear what.

Tommy,

hold on.

Hold on.

Mrs. Duggan?

I told you people to stay away from here. What do you want from us? Oh, ma

we are not... No!

You leave her alone!

You killed my dad!

He didn't do anything wrong!

We know that.

We were with your dad when he died.

I can't say to you how much...

I'm Detective Mary Beth Lacey, NYPD.

My partner, Sergeant Cagney.

Harvey Lacey, my husband.

And we are all of us deeply sorry.

I begged him to leave.

I pleaded.

They made him out to be this... I told him, the Bureau doesn't deserve you,

but he wouldn't have it.

And then they would move us again, and Tom would say...

The time, it'll be different.

He was a good, decent man.

How could they turn on one of their own? Do you know?

Can you tell me that?

No, Mrs. Duggan, we can't.

Your father was an extraordinary law officer and a very brave man.

We wouldn't be alive today without him.

You can be proud of him.

We always have been.

I appreciate your coming.

I'll get the car.

If he'd been a bum, Mary Beth, you wouldn't have cared about him.

Sergeant, this case is not over.

I hear that.

Those kids, they deserve to know what kind of man their father was.

And there's no room for discussion here, Chris, because the man saved our lives.

Who's arguing? The case is not over.

about the movie likes to anybody to appear with me, see? Because I've got a

cousin who works for a very high -powered agency in this town. As a

fact, I see this whole thing as a miniseries.

Back off.

Lynn Close for Cagney. And Sally Field for Lacey. No, no.

No, no, I see Sigourney Weaver as Mary Beth Lacey.

As Becky took to his bed when he heard he missed the greatest shootout since

OK Corral.

Shut up, Al.

Why don't you lighten up a little, Mary Beth?

No.

A good man was buried this morning.

And nobody from this crapola department or his own bureau was there.

So please do not come to me or my partner with your stupid, lousy, wild

fantasies.

Give us some space, okay?

Dagny? I see.

In my office.

You okay,

brother?

You bet.

They'll come around.

You two want to take some personal time?

We may consider that as an option, Lieutenant.

Meaning?

Meaning just that.

Come on, Sergeant. We've known each other a long time.

I usually can count on a straight answer from the both of you.

But, correct me if I'm wrong, has my suggestion for personal time ever been

accepted quietly by either one of you?

Come on, you two, cut the crap. What's doing here?

Detective Lacey and I have some unfinished business on the bank case,

Lieutenant. We want to finish it.

If you can't see your way clear to allowing it, we'll simply do it on

time.

Is that it?

We're making up our own assignments now, are we? Our lives are put in jeopardy

by this department, and we don't know why.

We are in agreement, Sergeant Cagney and I, that we need to find out about that

before we can go on working for this department.

Not quite as insubordinate as it sounds, Lieutenant.

It's not, huh?

Ivy will sign it.

I will do it on her own.

How much time to wrap this up?

As long as it takes.

You know, Lacey, how long have you been in my command now?

Nine years, isn't it?

Well, I think this is the first time that you've not referred to me as sir by

rank.

I'm not the bad guy here, detective.

Okay.

You're on this until you come to me or until I tell you different.

Tune over your duties as second whip to Karasa until this is over.

Everybody happy?

Yes. Thank you, Lieutenant.

I

didn't

want to bother you. We're in there, but this just came in.

What?

What's up, Sergeant?

The banker.

The guy from West End National, the one that stole the $100 million?

Yeah, you mean the real guy, not the decoy, right? Check.

What about him?

He just jumped out of the window of the John, the 10th floor of the criminal

courts building.

Splat! No.

Whoa. Wait a minute.

Why would a guy with all that kind of dough want to kill himself?

Surprise, huh?

Think if we dusted there'd be any print?

We weren't dreaming very bad.

The real Mr. Wright didn't jump out of any window.

Who are we trying to kid here, for God's sake?

You see anything in the papers about Tom Duggan's big international banking

story?

All that stuff about P2s and Falklands and the Contras or Iran?

Hawk is right.

They're all in on it.

Marquette. What?

We were expendable a very bit.

Maybe it's because we knew too much about the embezzlement, or maybe it's

because we got too close to what was really going on. Or maybe you were

Maybe it's because we stepped on somebody's toes somewhere.

Whatever.

But Marquette sent us out there without any backup.

And worse, without letting us know what we were in for.

You deny it.

You think it stops there?

You throw the passports under the gun.

We're into some cover -up here, Christine. Makes Watergate look like a

fraternity prank.

What do we do?

Do I know?

Okay, we go to the Times. We tell Lynn Sutter.

She'll get them to publish it. Terrific. Maybe we'll get a bonus for resigning

in tandem.

Are we talking under the carpet here because I am not going to be part of

dirty business?

I'm not trying to sweep anything anywhere.

I'm just trying to figure out what we're going to do.

What if we confront him?

Confront Marquette?

I mean it.

Tell him what we know, let him know we're not going to go away, and maybe

resign or give it up or whatever.

Yes. Yes, I'm Sergeant Cagney.

Miss Holt, this is Detective Lacey from the 14th Precinct. We would like some of

Inspector Marquette's time.

Sergeant Cagney.

Detective Lacey, how very nice to meet you both, and congratulations.

I'm impressed.

You must tell me how you got here so fast from the 14th. I beg your pardon?

Well, we only sent over the transfer 30 minutes ago.

What transfer is that, Miss Holt?

Oh, I've spoiled the surprise, haven't I?

What surprise, Miss Holtz? No, no, I think I've said enough already.

Miss Holtz, how long have you worked for this department?

Fifteen years.

Well, then you know the detective of police in the city of New York is

to carry a sidearm on her person when on duty.

Yes. Well, Detective Lacey and I are on duty, therefore armed.

You can perceive that information any old way you like.

But if I were you, I would tell us what we want to know now.

What's the prize?

Inspector Marquette sent over word to your lieutenant that you and your

here were being transferred to Major Case Squad.

Thank you, Miss Holt.

We'll be back shortly.

Conference, Christine.

Maybe he figures it'll keep us shut up.

He's not right about that, is he, Chris?

Maybe he thinks it'll be easier to get us killed in the line of duty. I made

your case.

Too many maybes.

So what do we do?

Just say I got mine and walk away?

Well, now, let's be fair, Mary Beth.

What... Marquette did warn us.

Warned us, huh?

What'd he say? Drive carefully.

Keep undercover.

The implication being that there were bad guys out there.

And let's not forget that we were introduced to the feds.

I mean, we knew it wasn't a social we were going on.

Nobody said CIA, Christine.

Nobody said, hey, we're in a side trade. We'd run our way around the Congress,

the United States of America.

Nobody said what we're doing pays for bombs to kill innocent little children.

So you want to be Mother Teresa and I'll play St. Joan?

You mean it?

Well, what do I have to do? Get my own firewood?

Now, you two had better be careful with that kind of accusation.

Inspector Marquette, he jumped out of the criminal court's building from a

window on the 10th floor. Right now, they're picking him up with a blotter.

And within minutes, we are co -conspirators.

I transferred to a better assignment.

This is ridiculous. How long have you been campaigning for Major K's squad,

Sergeant?

Well, it's all rather tainted now, isn't it, Inspector? The one has nothing to

do with the other. You were following orders.

So was I.

We were all used.

By whom?

It isn't often that an Inspector of Police gets a request from Washington.

I didn't know the man was a decoy any more than you did.

That's all, ladies.

If you go any further with this, you better hope I lose my job.

What do you think, sir?

I like Marquette.

Anything on prejudice, Lacey?

No, sir.

Not any more than the rest of us.

He was a beat cop when I was a sergeant.

Apparently he's still playing politics.

What do we do, Lieutenant?

I think we owe it to Agent Duggan, sir.

To have this come out.

I think his family deserves that.

And you, Sergeant?

We're a team, Lieutenant.

I'm with Lacey Hunt.

Paint the women's room.

What was that, sir?

Paint the women's room.

Look, Lieutenant, if this is some Talmudic parable... You're asking for

I'm giving advice.

Now you listen to me, to both of us.

You paint the women's room to put yourself in a win -win position.

Win -win, sir?

Exactly.

How's that, Lieutenant?

You paint the women's room so that when the Times prints a story that you're

going to give to Lynn Sutter, either you're going to leave a legacy for

comes here after you move on to major case, or, in the very likely event that

Marquette pulls the promotion,

then you at least have a freshly painted toilet here at the 14th.

See what I mean? It's a win -win.