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We had a couple of different sets of ideas.

You'll need love.

When I swabbed his mouth, I saw this.

Need a closer look.

Blue.

That's right.

Blue hairs.

I'll go see where they are.

Relax. No, I'll go check.

Peter's in a deposition. He wants to know if you need him.

Why? We're just signing papers.

Tell Peter all we need are the papers, okay?

I've got the papers.

I apologize. It's nuts today.

Do you need a pen?

We'll read first.

Will Jim be here today?

Jim? The other party in the divorce?

You want him here? We'll get him here.

Mr. Burton's already signed.

But I can check. Oh, no.

No. It's all right.

He's already signed.

I would like it, though, if someone would tell him that I think this

is fair.

I hope he does, too.

And that I wish him the best.

I'll tell him.

So?

Sign.

Thank you for all your help.

Sure thing.

Mrs. Croft?

Tell Peter we'll talk.

Want to share a cap? Sure.

Actually, Mr. Broadbent was hoping to meet you.

Daniel Dawes Broadbent?

Yeah.

Jerry, thanks for all your help.

No, no, let's go see Broadbent.

Really, no, you go on.

I promise you I won't sign anything.

Okay, sweetheart.

You take care.

I will.

Can you get these fellows together for me about 2 o 'clock set?

Oh, good.

Come in.

Christine Cagney. Dan Broadbent. Hello.

Let's be comfortable.

Thank you.

You have to get back to the DA's office right away. I have time.

My biggest failure, 1956.

We got wind that Horace Stoneham was making a deal to take the Giants to San

Francisco.

Well, a bunch of us decided to build Stoneham a new stadium to replace the

grounds.

We even made him an offer on the club.

It still kills me.

I mean, you hear endlessly about Brooklyn and the Dodgers.

We lost Willie Mays.

Mr. Broadbent?

Dan. Dan, you're breaking my heart.

No, that old story doesn't work quite as well as it used to.

Well, I say screw nostalgia.

It's just eyes straight ahead, Dan.

It's the only way.

What in the world are you doing assigned to our little pig -eyed district

attorney?

Well, I know that you're the mayor's best friend, but the DA's a very good

He's a pill.

He can't possibly think he can be elected mayor.

How do you know that's what he's thinking?

You're going to support him?

Right, like I have to really worry about which way to throw my influence.

Don't underestimate your influence or your friends.

You know you're up for a nomination to the Law Enforcement Oversight Board?

To Leo?

I've heard it's a pretty long list.

If it was such a long list, I wouldn't have asked to get a look at you.

Do you want the appointment?

Yes, very much.

Then don't be coy about it.

No problem.

Who's my competition?

Not for me to say.

The best advice I can offer you is don't be faint -hearted when it comes to

acting in your own self -interest.

The Leo board makes policy.

That's not a bad way to introduce yourself to public life.

Nice to see you.

See him here.

Thank you.

Was I too in his face? I mean, he sort of asked for it, but... You were great.

Oh, I'm never going to get a cab at this hour.

We've got a car for you.

We'll have to do this again sometime.

I'd like that.

It was nice meeting you.

Bye. Bye.

How was it?

Done.

Did you get to talk with Jim?

He wasn't there.

Oh, it's all right.

I would have preferred more of a closure, you know, face to face, but he

So?

So.

He got all dressed up for a room full of lawyers.

Yeah.

Well, yeah.

Mary Beth?

I'm up for the Leo board.

I mean, I'm way high up on the list.

When did you hear that?

I met with Daniel Broadbent.

I know that name.

Of course you know that name.

He's the one... That's Douglas Train.

He's been asking about you all afternoon. I promised I'd buzz as soon

back.

Lacey.

Yes.

Yes, well, I know she's on her way, so I... Oh, oh, here she comes right now.

Right away.

Right.

At the end of the day, what does he want?

Come on.

I've got to get coffee.

Hey, look at that good guy.

Come in, Mrs. Lacey.

We're here.

Lieutenant Cagney's right behind me. I want to be clear on something.

You're an investigator for the district attorney.

You serve at his pleasure.

Your loyalties, wherever your emotions may take you, belong right here, right?

I understand, sir. You're not a cop. No bleeding blue on this assignment.

I understand, sir.

What's up?

I'm supposed to be loyal to the district attorney.

She knows that.

Why would you think she wouldn't know that? I don't want anybody to

misunderstand anything.

Anyhow, the police and the DA are on the same side.

Aren't they?

Two nights ago, a volunteer from the Christ the Savior Soup Kitchen

the body of a young male in the dumpster between the church and a building at

2141 South Vandermeer in the 27th Precinct.

The victim was carrying two different sets of identification.

He could be a resident alien, a naturalized citizen, or an illegal with

docks. He is ethnic Chinese.

Died of a single gunshot wound at point -blank range.

Now, the coroner found this stuff caught in his front teeth. I want you to take

a look at that.

Little hairs, like fuzz.

And blue.

Exactly.

The lab thinks these are fibers from fake fur found on the collar of a

patrolman's jacket. So what are you saying?

If the victim was struggling with a police officer, he might have used his

teeth? And some of the hair stuck there?

That is the theory.

What's the caliber of the slug?

Nine millimeter.

Any officer -involved shootings reported that night?

None reported.

Now listen, homicide is cooperating with internal affairs and the district

attorney is going to be involved in this investigation.

It could be one bad cop.

Could be no bad cop.

Could be a civilian in a police jacket.

Yeah, or it could be something worse.

Last time there was a PD scandal, we weren't ready.

And the former district attorney got creamed.

Now whatever kind of bombshell this is, that will not happen this time. Our

district attorney has a very bright future of service to the city of New

ahead of him.

And it's my job to see to it that it stays that way.

So?

So nothing.

So?

What don't you like?

Our Mr. Train has already decided what this is.

So he hasn't.

I take it back.

Don't start with me, Mary Beth.

Been a long day.

I know.

Hi, it's Tom Cornell.

You want to meet me and a couple of friends for dinner?

How's that for forward?

Well, I just thought, what the hell, right?

You can always ignore the call.

What was that?

A lawyer. I just met him.

Today?

Divorce day? I was not flirting. I swear to God.

He sounds young.

Well... We're meeting at Mucho Gusto's at 8.

55th and 3rd.

Hope to see you there.

Bye -bye.

Mucho Gusto's. He is young.

What do you think?

Go. If it can't be good, be careful.

Night. Listen, one way or the other, you better call me. I'll just worry.

Oh, Alice says there's a weird message on the phone at home. You should

check it out. Bye.

Yeah, I'm calling Meg Beth Lacey on behalf of her father, Martin.

If you get this message, meet me at Winnie's this evening in Yonkers.

I'm sorry, but I don't have a phone and I must talk to you this night.

It's about your father.

I hope to be making your acquaintance.

Thank you.

Made bad?

Close enough.

Just about giving you up.

What is this about?

Sit down a minute, sweetheart.

You want something to warm you up? No, thanks.

Oh.

Can I buy you a drink?

Thank you, darling.

I'll have one more, please.

It's cold.

Well.

Your father and I, we've been living together for some time now.

I hope that doesn't shock you.

No. Not if you're both happy.

Well, you're the dear, dear man.

You know this.

Hmm.

Never better roses.

I know you two have had your problems.

I've had trouble with my loved ones, too, but I'm happy to say we've lived by

cons to be by cons. And my sister has very kindly offered me an extension.

She's extended me the offer of her apartment in Arizona.

Could be interesting if it takes five years off your life.

Last winter nearly did me in.

My sister doesn't want to have any part of Martin, which is understandable, so I

thought you're being his daughter. Where is Martin?

I'll get them back off as they have.

Martin?

He doesn't recognize me.

Ma 'am?

Wait!

Um, got some soda for the ladies?

Um, no, mine's the club soda.

Well, I thought you had to ask him about the car.

Do I say commissioner?

How can you justify taking a limo to get to work?

He starts flapping his arms and he's screaming.

It's a sedan.

It's not a perk. It's security.

Who wants to kill him?

Nobody. Well, that's what I say to him. I say nobody wants to kill you,

Commissioner. It's not important enough to kill him.

Actually, I hear he's got a restraining order on his wife. Come after him. Ex

-wife. Wife?

She's on Pac -Man, but she won't quit drinking. But he'll listen in.

You're kidding.

And he's scared to death of her, but all the money's from her side, so... So

that's why none of this stuff gets into the paper.

You know, I am so sick of the fear of having to apologize for working for a

tablet.

And number one, we never get to print... Any of the good stuff. The really good

stuff. Right, and the people I talk to, this is what they want to hear.

Don't worry, the mayor's right. We'll hit up. You both have plenty to print.

Man, dull and duller.

So which way do you think your paper's going to jump, Pam? Are they going to

endorse my guy, pick a winner for a change? I hear they like the DA.

Well, not that you'd notice.

I did a little press release on stuff last year, and your Metro editor cut us

slack. Well, don't take it personally.

I don't take it personally.

Do you take it personally?

You just think the mayor's dull because he's got the city running so smoothly.

Tom, the man's a cypher.

Well, you're all too young, but I remember the last mayor who had real

What?

John Lindsay.

Why? I couldn't think of anyone but LaGuardia.

LaGuardia? I know.

LaGuardia was during the Depression.

God, Tom, just because I remember him does not mean I voted for Fiorello

LaGuardia. My father worked for Lindsay.

Oh, well, thank you, Paul.

In high school.

Isn't that swell?

Well, I'm sure you all remember my favorite governor, Peter Stuyvesant.

Morning. What's wrong?

Can you get Alice to school?

I think he's sick.

Mary Beth, he's just old.

It's a shock to you. I want to take him into emergency.

His breathing's not right.

Okay.

Doctor, I hope I was right to bring Mr. Swisky in.

You're Mr.

Swisky's... Daughter, yeah. What can you tell me?

I have a few questions.

What medications is he taking?

I don't know.

Is he allergic to any medications?

Uh, he didn't have anything on him.

Well, I'm going to need a word with his physician.

Who does he see?

I don't know.

Does he have a physician?

I can't tell you that.

Mr.

Zavisky's residence is here in Queens.

No, that's my address. He spent the night. Is he all right?

He has pneumonia and a rather severe infection in his left ear.

He's suffering from dementia.

Dementia?

He's disoriented.

He didn't know me or my husband, but if he's got a high fever, couldn't that

account for it?

I'll have to see.

What do you know about the bruises?

Bruises? On his arms and torso.

I don't know anything about bruises.

Look, Doctor, um, we're estranged for years and years.

I only saw him again last night.

I understand.

I see. It must have been a shock, I can imagine.

It was a real shock.

Your husband as well?

We both were. Sure.

I'll try to find out his medical history, Doctor. Thank you.

I'd like to get back to last night.

Did you and your husband have words about your father?

A fight? No.

I'm just trying to explain the bruises, ma 'am.

Well, he's pretty unsteady. Maybe he fell down. Do you consider your father

intrusion on your life? I didn't hit my father, doctor. Neither did my husband.

Tell me what's on call. I'm sorry, but I don't know how he's been living. Maybe

the woman he was with knocked him around.

You know your question?

Hey, I'm a retired police officer. I know the questions that get asked when

there's suspected domestic abuse. I don't hit.

Never, ever.

The last 12 hours is the first time I've seen him in seven years. That's three

times since I'm eight years old. Is everything all right, doctor?

I'm not going to do anything. I'm sorry for the way things look.

I'm sorry I raised my voice.

Mrs.

Lacey.

Mrs. Lacey has agreed to keep her cool.

I think we'll be all right.

Morning, Sergeant.

I'm supposed to be Captain Card.

I'm Captain Card.

How do you do?

Mary Beth Lacey, district attorney's office.

Yes. Why are you here?

Oh, well, uh, this is part of an attempt by the DA's office to increase

communication. Why did the DA's office pick us?

Well, uh... I'd like to know what we've done to merit any kind of attention from

the DA so we can be sure of doing it again.

Have there been problems?

Are you an attorney, Miss Lacey?

Me? No.

I'm a retired police officer.

but in quite a few years is the one for.

Oh, so you know Burt Samuels.

He's a good man.

Yeah. You see him?

No, he's in Florida.

Oh.

Well, let me give you the picture here.

Over 60 % of our population is resident alien.

We have problems with language, with witnesses who are afraid of deportation,

problems that come with thousands of men separated from their families, living

too close to each other, and raised not to call on the police when they get into

trouble. I see.

So when someone comes here from the D .A.'s office, my expectations are low.

But they got off on the right foot with you.

You'll let me know if you need anything.

Thank you, Captain.

Tell me, this is a big... What?

What?

I don't like spying on police officers.

You're not... This is undercover work. You're not going undercover.

Well, I like putting on the wigs and making up stories, but this is going

a... Going into a precinct at me and lying about why I'm there.

Like it?

What do I need an office for?

For me.

Well, you know how you're always saying that the sky should be the limit for me

in police work?

True. In terms of talent, I never met anyone better. And I have done

to run away from that potential. Have I not?

I mean, I'm always acting like I have all the time in the world for

Well, I don't.

So I am putting the message out that I am serious.

Politics and all.

And every stick of furniture and every new phone line is a vote of confidence.

Okay. Good.

I prepped a sheet here of the officers that I want you to get in contact with.

I'll be getting the personnel files later, but you can start on that.

Are you all right?

I caught it back in my life.

Oh, Mary Beth, that's great.

How is that great?

Are you speaking to him?

Yeah, we're speaking.

This is good.

Obviously, you have mixed emotions about it, but I think it's good.

I'd give anything to spend another day with my mom.

That's two different things, Christine, completely.

It's not. He's your father.

It's good you're seeing him.

How is he?

He's good.

I'm not his keeper, Angela.

I don't know why your boyfriend hasn't called.

The watch commander says Jock is sick.

I want to know how he's feeling is all. Forget it, all right?

I'll be happy to.

Hey, if Jock wants to call you, he'll call you.

This is a restricted area.

Oh, yeah. I got the CO's permission.

Officer Lum.

That's right.

Mary Beth Lacey, district attorney's office.

Nice to meet you.

I'm offering a workshop this week.

on VAPD relations, and I was wondering if you would be my co -conspirator.

I don't know a soul here. And I got your name off of this report that was filed

a couple days ago.

Uh, the 7th.

And it is a very good example of a well -written report.

I was wondering if I could use it in my workshop.

What report is that?

The young Chinese homicide victim. You found him in the what?

The lot?

Dumpster.

Pretty routine report.

No witnesses.

Mainly we just secured the area for homicide.

You recognize the victim?

No.

Oh, he was dressed like a fob.

Fresh off the boat.

But I think he'd been here a while.

And he was making money.

Why? Well, if a guy's entering this country, there are thousands of dollars

debt for the passage.

You know, they spend a dime on stuff like haircuts. They cut each other's

But see, this guy's hair was styled.

And you can see that here, one of those kind of eyebrows that kind of go right

across. But it was plucked right here.

And why didn't any of that make the report?

Because it's speculating. I thought we were supposed to keep the reports by the

book.

Right you are.

I knew I was right to look you up.

So, want to introduce me around?

Sure thing. Come on.

That's Lum. L -U -M?

Yeah.

Angela. She was at the scene.

Yeah. Pulled her jacket.

I'll come in in the morning, go over the files with you.

We'll be here another hour. Why don't you come in? We'll do it now.

I can't. Sorry.

Who are you looking for?

I wanted to know how Mr. Zbyshek is.

522, that way. Just stick your head in.

I don't want to disturb him. I just want to know how he is.

Beverly's the RN. She's with him now. Just go ahead in.

I'll wait.

It's really okay.

I'll wait.

11

and

a half minutes. Okay, hold on.

Watch out, baby. Here I come.

Oh, my God. It's enough there for an army, huh?

How's that for timing, huh?

He's responding to the antibiotics.

They're still giving him oxygen.

To a puppet's nose?

I guess.

And they drained the ear.

Ew!

Don't ew. You used to get ear infections all the time.

Take that aside.

Is he out of it?

Uh, I didn't ask.

What did you feel?

Wasn't a good time.

Where's the skirt I have for you?

Daddy said I should wear pants if I'm going to play kickball.

Daddy's right. I forgot.

Mom? What?

How many grandpuppies do I have?

One.

Where'd you hear that word?

I told Brittany that Martin was at our house. And she said she had three

grandpuppies. It's from our two daddies.

You have one.

Martin loved me.

He never had the pleasure of knowing you.

Don't you think knowing a person has something to do with loving them?

I love him.

Why?

Because.

See?

That's for Martin.

Very nice.

Love, love, love.

You know what love is, Alice?

Love is your daddy remembering that you have kickball today. You have to wear

pants.

But you don't think about that, do you? Because your daddy is always there.

Where's the cards and stickers for daddy?

When's the last time you made one for him?

Saturday.

Harvey, why didn't you show me this?

Very nice.

Thanks a lot.

Come on in.

So, I gave him my tie. Can you imagine wearing a black tie on the day you're

going to announce for mayor?

I'm sorry to interrupt. No, no. Come on in. No, I'm going.

What's up?

I was coming in to look at the personnel files on the 27.

I got them right here. I'll leave these back before once. Okay.

A black tie.

Very big.

These are pure gold.

Sit down.

Gigi Cardenas is a lesbian.

Her girlfriend runs a travel agency, and she got into big trouble because

someone accused her of sending police business her way.

I mean, she was cleared, but... You think that's any of our concern?

Of course not.

That's why it's so much fun to know.

This is everybody's nightmare. You know that, don't you?

I'm sure she's a very worthwhile person.

People snooping around in confidential files like they're a Jackie Collins

novel.

Gushing and giggling over private secret stuff.

IRS secretaries, FBI clerks, people in doctor's offices. How would you like

people snickering over your medical history?

Would you like... It's just dishing.

I went over the names you gave me.

I pulled the people with the worst records.

Got a 15 -year veteran who's been suspended twice. He likes to use his

An officer who just transferred to the 27th who does moonlighting in a topless

bar on the island.

So? Well, the bar is owned by a Chinese landlord who's done time for pandering.

Oh.

They have a fair amount of drugs and alcohol rehabs, including Angela Lum, by

the way.

Does that make the 27th any different than any other precinct? Until we get a

lead elsewhere that matches up with somebody else's personal history.

Agni.

Oh, hi.

Actually,

it isn't a good time, though.

Yeah, let me call you back.

Five minutes.

Okay, bye.

Did you run across somebody named Jack?

Jack? No, like in French.

J -A -C -Q -U -E -S.

No, I would remember Jacques.

Why? I heard the name yesterday. It's stuck in my brain.

I'll try and get the full name. Great, thank you.

Oh, hey.

What's the news tonight? Our guy's announcing.

Zero. Zero.

Zero tolerance for punks.

Zero tolerance for corruption.

Zero tolerance for business ads.

Thank you.

Thank you very much. Thank you. That's a good color on you, Chris.

Oh, thank you. That's what I thought.

Zero tolerance for charisma.

He is a good man, Tom.

Well, he's got the Elmer Fudd vote. I've got to hand it to him. What do you

think of the zero tolerance thing?

He paid big bucks for it.

Listen, it worked in a bunch of other ways. Zero tolerance? The exact word?

Mm -hmm.

God, with all the money they pay for a consultant, you'd think he'd come up

something a little more unique.

These guys don't want anything.

They love the fact that it plays in Peoria.

Anybody ever hear of a DA who had to keep reminding people he was tough?

This guy's doomed.

You wish.

He's running a classic female campaign.

I beg your pardon?

It's classic. It's Christine Whitman's campaign.

He should only do so well.

He should only look so tough.

I've learned the trick to getting Pam to spill the real good dirt.

You've got to catch her between drinks two and three.

You don't drink, huh?

Not today.

Not the last time either.

Right. All I do is take you to these Margarita palaces.

Oh, that's all right. I've been on the wagon for seven years.

I...

Fell off a bit this summer.

Hey, I had a good time, but apparently nobody else did.

This

is

fun.

I had a great time.

Oh, God.

I had a great time.

I'm sorry, I'm out of practice.

I had a great time, too.

Are we finished talking?

Not nearly.

Would you like to continue this at my place?

I can't.

Good night.

Good night.

Zbyszki, right?

Right. He's gone.

Someone was supposed to call you.

They put him on the other side when he stabilized.

What?

He's stable, so they put him in a different room.

He's all right.

Yeah, he's doing good.

Yeah, where's Mr. Zbyszki at?

I'll get you the number.

Mm -hmm.

503. Thanks.

503.

That way.

Pardon me.

Mrs. Bishke in Bible 3?

He could use a shave.

Well, I'll make a note for the morning.

Thank you very much.

Night.

You have a good one.

It would have been a whole lot easier if Angela had said the man's name was

Jock. Instead of Jock.

And a T to Jock -a -mole.

Jock, right?

Oh, wow, isn't that too seven, huh? It would have been nicer if she had

enunciated more clearly and said Jock. No, that was my fault.

You're suspicious of her, huh?

I don't like that she called in sick today.

Is she going to disappear?

I don't like coincidences, that's all.

Yes.

Angela, hey, it's Mary Beth Lacey. Can I come up?

Angela?

Good decision, Angela.

Hiya. Hi.

Come on.

This is Lieutenant Chris Cagney.

Officer Lum?

Amanda.

Oh, this is nice.

Yeah, kitchen's huge.

Benjamin gets a lot of life.

What do you pay, if you don't mind my asking?

Uh, $8 .75.

In this location, that is nice.

So am I going to lose it?

What?

My Manhattan fantasy place was the best apartment I've ever had.

What makes you think you're going to lose him?

She's from Internal Affairs, isn't she?

No. No, we're both with the DA. But you're looking into that homicide case,

aren't you?

I knew it.

I don't have anything to say.

Chris, could you read this for me?

We work together so long, she reads my writing better than I do.

Could I have a glass of water, please?

Sure.

Is that a G or a 6?

It's a 6.

Thank you.

Thanks.

You want to take a minute and think this over?

It's a pretty big deal, not cooperating.

This is up there.

What is that?

Key tag.

Virginia is for lovers.

It was on the ground near the dumpster.

Why would you steal evidence?

I wouldn't. Never.

These are mine.

It's the same tag.

I just assumed that it was mine.

I tucked it into my blouse pocket, kept working.

I didn't even register what I was doing.

But when I got home and used my keys, I thought I hadn't lost my tag.

So you turned it in.

Angela, what's the problem?

I thought I knew who it was.

I really must have made a million of these, but I wanted to check.

Leonard DiGiacomo.

Is it his?

I think so.

I can't get Jack to call me.

Mr. DiGiacomo!

Christine Cagney?

Hi. Do I know you?

No, ma 'am. I'm looking for one of your neighbors. Have you seen Jock lately?

Across the street?

Yes, ma 'am.

This is ridiculous.

Come inside.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

None of us have seen Jock for almost a week.

Does he always leave his porch light on?

Nobody on this side of the street has seen him in days, and it's impossible to

see in the house.

Let me tell you the story of that job, and you tell me if it matters.

He barely squeaks through the academy.

His career is marginal. He has problems with every sergeant that he works with,

but he takes the detective exam, and he scores through the roof.

Now, they throw out the results, but they let him take the test again, and he

decides not to take it.

You think he sounds like a cheat.

Yeah. So do I.

Okay. One of us... God!

What?

The boat is gone. I thought I'd tell you.

What boat?

Your friend.

Kept a big ugly boat all winter in the drive.

Thank you.

Really?

The heck was that?

After you.

Don't worry about it, Mary Beth. It's practically a test, John.

Practically is the operative word.

Oh, gee.

Careful.

Oh, they got beds down there?

Below.

They call it glow.

John!

Easy.

Well, I guess.

I'd say it's a party boat.

You hear that?

Yes, the boat knocking on the pier.

Not on the pier side.

Well, it's probably, you know, a lobster potter.

What do you call it?

Crab trap.

Thank you, Captain Nemo.

Good morning, Chris.

Did you see DiGiacomo's hands?

What? He was wrapped in a tarp.

Somebody cut off his hands.

They cut off his hands?

Yeah.

I gotta go.

There's the CO.

That's Captain Cod.

Let's go.

No, she's maybe...

Busted by Captain Cardenas.

She looks like the type that would hold a grudge.

Not funny, Christine.

You cut off hands, but someone's stealing from you, right?

Right. So what was Jock stealing?

Chris, I don't like not seeing your face when we talk.

And do we have to have separate offices?

I feel ridiculous in that room.

You feel ridiculous because you were spying on your own and you got caught.

Am I right?

Possibly.

What's wrong?

I'm sorry. I thought you were asleep.

Oh, is that wrong?

No, no.

How are you feeling?

I feel good. How are you feeling?

Beat. Oh.

You look good.

Thanks.

Can I ask you something?

Sure. What kind of place is this?

It's a hospital.

A sip?

You got one or two things?

Don't you feel sick?

No, I feel good.

Okay.

I just don't like knowing where the hell I am.

You?

The happy wanderer?

Me?

You can't stand the old familiar places.

That's the other guy.

Oh, what other guy?

The guy with the hat.

How you doing, Martin?

I'm good.

Oh, you've got your daughter here.

Maybe your daughter will help you finish your dinner. Does that sound like a

plan?

Sure.

Well,

let's see what you got here.

What?

What's so funny?

She thinks you're my daughter.

She's a riot.

Yes, she is.

Cream corn, rice, and your guess is as good as mine. What do you want?

I'd rather guess than know.

The last thing to go is the charm.

You should have seen him. Now, listen, if you didn't know who you were, you'd

rely on the basics, too.

Be nice, talk nice, don't argue, and all the strangers won't hurt you.

So?

What are you going to do when he's better?

Wait, slow down.

Well, you've got to think about it. I mean, when the hospital decides he's

he's going to be out on the sidewalk like that.

Nobody's putting him on the street.

No, they'll put him in the first convalescent home with an open bed.

Then fine.

That'll be fine.

Thanks. Just give me the five.

Hi.

Hi.

Pam and Paul bailed.

Pam's got to work late.

Yeah, I talked to her this afternoon. She said she had a deadline she had to

meet. So why don't we take a break from the same old, same old. Is this place

okay?

Actually, I don't need a lot of things.

What are we doing here?

No problem.

Tender's never a problem with me.

You like people who just get it out, huh?

Don't you?

Absolutely.

So, Tom, what's going on here?

What?

Well, we seem to get along in every department, but one. Is the sun also

Well, tell me about the war, Tom.

You know, there's a Jamaican jerk place, between first and second. You like

jerk? I like jerk very much.

Big jerk who wiggles off subjects.

What's going on?

We can't speak together, Chris.

Good. Starting from there.

But knowing that, I just decided it would be counterproductive to do the

ancillary sex things.

I just thought it'd be easier to stop if we never got started. Don't you think?

Why can't we sleep together?

It's too embarrassing.

Are you gay?

You think that's embarrassing?

Not at all, are you?

No. I didn't think so.

Listen, I'm sure I'm not the only person in the world who's made mistakes in the

area of sex.

You're not the only person in the couple who's made those mistakes.

You want to swap embarrassing stories?

Maybe if you weren't looking at me.

Okay.

So, stuff I could tell you.

The coyote mornings, where you'd rather chew off your arm than wake the person

next to you.

The recurring search for where you left your car the night before.

Okay.

I went down to St. Bart's last month, and I came back with this

thing.

A treatable thing?

Oh, completely.

And I'm in the midst of treatment.

I'll be as good as new.

We better have some good tales, lady.

Let it begin.

It's all right, Mary Beth.

What is that supposed to mean?

What's your feeling about Martin?

Thank you. Go to bed.

Come in yourself. Let me hold you.

Barb, if I wanted to be held, I wouldn't be ironing a good tablecloth.

Mary Beth, he's not going to be your father for you ever.

The kids never had him as a grandfather. They never will.

Your head knows that.

You told me to make up with him.

Over the years, then you were probably right, Harvey.

Forget about it, baby. No, Harvey, let me alone.

Good morning.

The alarm didn't go off. She's going to be late for school.

I took her. I let her sleep in.

I appreciate it.

Body, you found me the paper.

Yeah? Yeah. Look at this.

To protect and sever.

I don't think it's funny.

I mean, no matter how rotten an egg the guy was, he was the cop.

They got no business with this headline.

Now, listen to this.

In a city already bleeding from a reputation for corruption, the brutal

of Officer Leonard DiGiac... DiGiacomo.

DiGiacomo, discovered handless and frozen yesterday, may be the unkindest

all. An investigation by the Globe reveals that DiGiacomo may be linked to

death of an unidentified man early this week.

DiGiacomo was assigned to the notorious 27th Precinct. Notorious? Which,

according to records obtained exclusively by the Globe, appears to be

department's dumping grounds for misfits of every stripe.

What?

Run by a homosexual commanding officer who herself has faced accusations of

misconduct. Wait a second. Go back, Harvey. Did that say according to

which according to records obtained exclusively by the Globe... Douglas

Oh, he's quoted in the story.

No, no, he's not. Listen, an assistant district attorney who asked to remain

unidentified.

Yeah.

They ran everything.

The unproven allegations, the times in rehab, everything all lumped together,

everything sounded connected, and it's got nothing to do with these murders,

nothing. When has the press ever gotten it straight?

They decide what the story is, then they morph the facts to fit it.

To us, it's two unsolved murders. To them, it's the rotten precinct story.

Just be glad that it's not another one of those what's not working in the city

or where was the DA story.

I know who leaked... Who leaked those files.

You do not.

I do, Chris.

He's the ADA who's quoted in the story.

He's campaigning for his boss.

And he had access to the files.

Douglas Trink.

Douglas Trink.

I hate it that we let him see them.

He's a lawyer, for God's sake.

Those are confidential records.

And I am going to tell him what I think of it.

Conference, Mary Beth.

Don't do it.

He's going to deny it, and he's going to resent you for accusing him.

Too bad.

Douglas Crane won't be my best friend. I could live with his resentment. Then

think about me. You're going to go blast him. I'm the one who's going to take

the heat.

Look, we serve at his pleasure.

Okay, for you, you know Harvey's back in a good job.

You can kick this off.

I'm serious about seeing how far I can go.

I threw Dixon around with my career, and politics is part of what I do now.

Yes.

And as politics goes, this isn't that big a deal.

Your political friends are responsible for blood -brushing an entire precinct

full of police officers.

It is the very biggest sort of a deal. I didn't cut off the guy's hand.

Look, the best thing we can do now is find out why DiGiacomo was killed. You

want to work?

Of course I want to work.

Fine. I'll be going back over the evidence report from Jack's house.

They found a bank book and a jersey driver's license for a Robert Dory.

I don't get it.

Well, the first victim was found with two different sets of ID on him, a green

card and a jersey driver's license.

Didn't you say that the 27th was full of immigrants?

Forged documents.

Yeah.

I'm going to run it by bunco. I may even call INS. Are you willing to go back to

the precinct? I better be.

Hey, your father's in the hospital?

Yeah.

I called your apartment. Harvey told me.

Yeah.

Well, you didn't mention it. Is he going to be okay?

He'll be fine.

I have a message for the district attorney.

Two can play at this game.

Yes, Captain.

I don't know that the district attorney is responsible for that article. I don't

care what you know.

This precinct is off -limits to you.

Now, my officers have been instructed to cooperate with homicide and with

internal affairs. Until I am satisfied that the DA is going to stop playing

politics with the lives of my people, his representatives here are not welcome

in this precinct.

Get it?

Yes.

The release of those documents is an outrage.

I've asked for an investigation. I don't need your outrage.

Yes, ma 'am.

Angela.

I'm so sorry.

Don't be sorry for me.

I was an idiot about Jock.

I ruined my life over the guy.

Him and his scams.

Can I sit down?

Yeah.

Scams, you say?

Look at Angela.

Did Jock ever offer to get you a fake ID?

How'd you know about that?

He did.

A driver's license.

He knew how petrified I was about the test. Everybody here knows.

Last time I had to take it three times before I passed.

He just said, forget about it. He'd get me one.

From Jersey?

Yeah.

Listen, can I tell you about something that's always stuck in my brain?

Sure.

We rode together only once, one night.

And I remember this guy coming up to him in the car, sort of trotting up, we

were out of light.

And Jock reached up to turn on the, what do you call it, the dome light on.

And then he just switched it right off.

That guy just spun around and ran off.

It's so strange, I remember.

I don't get it.

See, he came up like a friend.

But with the light on, you could see that Jock wasn't alone in the car.

Jock must have wanted to warn him off, if that's what I think.

Did you recognize this guy?

No, it was the first time I ever saw him.

But when they brought him in a couple of months later, I recognized him.

Felix J. Marcola. He's doing a nickel in Port Snow.

For what?

Armed robbery.

Hijacked a truck delivering office equipment.

Took $20 ,000 worth of four -color toner cartridges.

What's that?

The toner for copy machines.

Big laser copiers.

The cartridges were for machines that were so new they'd barely gone on the

market. Marcola leaves a truck full of computers, only takes the cartridges.

You're right about there being forges. I know you are.

You going out tonight?

No. I didn't hear from him today.

Oh. It's all right. I just didn't hear.

He's a busy guy. I'm a busy girl.

Are you one of the even keel?

What's that supposed to mean?

About Tom?

About Tom? About Jim?

I'm okay.

I did some drinking this summer.

I know.

What do you mean you know? How could you know? I only drank at night.

I knew when you were drinking, and now I know you're not.

You knew?

Agni.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, we've got some information. Could you hold on just one moment,

Okay, very good. Now, we broke this case, your little brain and mine.

Now, we'll send this stuff up the channel.

ADA train, meet Bob Cortez, Associate Director. That's the Managing Director.

Ah, congratulations.

Managing Director, Atlantic States Metro North Division.

So, what's the matter, Ben? You didn't think we had enough agencies working

this? Our old friend Terry Lucchesi from INF.

Sure, we've spoken.

Special Agent Randall Mark, New York State Task Force on Organized Crime.

Randall. And you know Detective Shue. I get it right?

Uh, who?

NYPD Homicide.

and Captain Gigi Cardenas of the 27th.

And that's everyone. If we take our seats, we can begin the briefing.

Now, I've asked these locals to join us because their investigations have

impacted on our project, codenamed Bogus.

You locals came in time for all the fun.

Bogus is the single largest source of counterfeit documentation operating in

country. They prey on immigrant populations who are in the country

and they have proven themselves to be ruthless in their response to less

organized mom -and -pop forgers.

The death and dismemberment of Leonard DiGiacomo is further proof of their

viciousness.

It was due to the work of a unit in the DA's office that the connection with

Bogus was made.

Pardon me, sir.

Yeah?

Mary Beth Lacey with the district attorney.

I just want to clear up the record. The connection was made due to a great lead

provided by a patrol officer in the 27th Precinct of the New York Police

Department.

That's for the record.

All right.

Let's go over the plans for tomorrow's action.

At 0800 hours tomorrow, Eastern Time, agents will gather in seven locations.

What, you don't want one? Sure, coffee with.

Thanks.

Lacey. Yes, ma 'am.

Captain Cardenas, this is Lieutenant Christine Cagney. Captain. Lieutenant.

Well, good luck today.

Excuse me.

Make some setup, huh?

Look, um, this isn't exactly an apology.

No, Captain.

You don't have anything to apologize for. No. You should know.

Right before we had words, I heard that I'd fallen out of contention for an

appointment I had high hopes for.

Ah. Oh.

Well, the Law Enforcement Oversight Board isn't exactly the Supreme Court,

guess I took it pretty hard, so... I guess it is an apology.

Sorry.

No. The Leo board, that's what you're talking about.

Right.

Oh, don't worry, Lacey.

It's only a career.

Keep it careful out there.

Yes, ma 'am.

Whatever. We'll talk about it later.

You got that right.

Wait.

Show me your hands.

Your hands.

I need to see your hands. Both of them.

Get them up.

Both of them up!

Don't you breathe.

Leave it go.

Mother of a piece of... Here's your cut.

Well... Well... Talk to me, Chris.

I'm okay!

They give you something for paying?

Yeah. Would you talk to me?

No, it'll keep.

No, now!

You leak those files, you see?

Don't tell me. There's going to be an investigation, and I won't lie for you,

don't tell me.

First of all, there isn't going to be any investigation.

You did it.

You let me think it was Doug Crane.

You shipped me off to Siberia. That was part of it, too.

You let a whole precinct full of police officers get their reputations torched,

and you humiliated one of the only handful of women in this city to work

up to captain. I did not make up her file.

She sleeps with girls. Look, her private life is so humiliating. She's not

ashamed, and you know it. She's realistic.

It wasn't personal.

Come on, do I care who moves her lawn? Come on. You know me.

I don't know you.

No, what you don't know is what you've got to do to get in.

That's right.

I'm so small -time, I don't understand how doing something wrong can be right.

Go home, Mary Beth. I'm done. Just go home to Big Harvey and Little Alice and

forget how the real world goes.

I'm done with you.

I thought I'd owe you for Harvey's life forever.

I owe you nothing anymore.

Sorry about that.

I'm sorry.

Hey, I'm sorry!

What do you want from me?

Oh, God.

I feel crap.

Hi, Mom.

There you are.

I'm late, huh?

I was just telling the gang, where the hell's my favorite gal?

Hmm. Well, want a little dinner?

Huh?

Are you a dog?

I'm a dog.

Mmm.

Macaroni and cheese.

Hey, what's the matter?

Nothing.

Sit down.

Come on, sit down.

I just lost a friend.

My friend.

Your dad?

You think you know a person. I mean... We're different, but I...

At heart, I thought we knew who each other was.

And that's gone now.

Hey, now, don't worry.

You've got me.

What did you say?

You can always count on me.

That's right, Martin.

I can always count on you.

Mary Pat?

The bust was on the national news.

Yeah? Yeah. They showed it in Texas and Florida.

I taped it.

Dallas asleep?

Yeah.

But she wants you to read her history homework.

Okay.

Did you see Martin?

Mm -hmm.

And then I went to see Antonio Grasso's sister -in -law.

Who?

I'm Tonya Grasso from Bowling.

The sister -in -law is Filipino. She runs a group home for the elderly.

And I thought I would check it out for Martin.

It's clean as a whistle, but homey.

And it's right in the neighborhood.

And there's six residents, two of which are men, which is lucky because usually

it's all women. I didn't know he'd go nuts with all women.

What do you think?

It won't matter to him. You know that, right?

It'll matter to him.

And it matters to me.

There's something there, Hoff, between him and me.

And I think it's a gift straight from God.

Have you been waiting long?

No, I just got here.

Sorry. What's up?

They've decided on the appointment to the Leo board.

It's not you.

I hope leaking those files does your career some good.

Because you didn't do a damn thing for me.

Stella. I'm surprised they went with Gigi Carton. Oh, no, not after that

stuff. You know, it's really appalling how uptight everybody's gotten over

lifestyle. They're naming Audrey Poulton.

Who's Audrey Poulton?

Civil rights attorney, married with a couple kids.

From what I hear, you got shafted. It's a complete double standard. A guy with

your past, no problem.

My past?

What past?

The drinking?

Are they kidding?

Oh, come on. Chris, it's so disgusting.

It's not just the drinking. It is not just all the guys. They read it as an

instability. All the guys?

That's what I hear.

How would anybody know about any guys?

Guess you told someone.

May I help you? Yeah, I want to see Mr.

Broadbent.

Tell him I've got Willie Mays' jockstrap for sale. That ought to get him out

here.

Forget it.

Excuse me, but Mr. Broadbent is very busy.

Hey, if you wanted to know about my sex life, Dan, all you had to do was ask.

Excuse me, fellas.

I owe you an apology.

Oh, kiss my ass.

Kiss my Irish ass.

Sympathize completely.

The public is on a hair trigger these days.

So unwilling to forgive. So quick to judge.

If there's a safer candidate, that's the way we have to go.

Now, listen.

I wouldn't pass muster myself.

Don't think I'd ever sit in a judgment of you. You are slicker than black ice,

fella.

The public? What a load of crap. The public did not invade my privacy.

The only people who entered my life under false pretenses and screwed me

were Tom Cornell and yourself.

And to set me up on the day of my divorce.

You really are a schmuck.

Tom, hi.

Well, come on out. I'm not going to kill you.

I'm not going to carve your heart out and stick it in the window of a Mexican

restaurant. Hey, I'm not even going to go out and spread the word about your

dirty deeds.

After all, you have an entire career ahead of you.

Now, I'm going to wait until you've got a lot more to lose.

Tag me. We're getting a great response on this whole thing. Come on upstairs

with me. We're going to debrief the boss and get a little slice of the glory.

Okay. I'll get Mary Beth. I know. She took off a couple hours ago. I let her.

Oh.

Her father had a stroke or something. I didn't hear the details, but it sounded

pretty bad.

Haughton.

Morton?

Daddy?

whether or not they want

me to make a decision and i can't it's

massive stroke massive brain damage

when they when he went cold blue they broke some of his ribs getting his heart

restarted he can't breathe on his own he's in a coma

Kidneys are failing.

And I'm supposed to... I'm supposed to tell them what he would want.

I know what I'm supposed to do.

If it was Mother, I'd know.

But you have to really... You have to know someone for that.

Or Harvey.

How can I decide this for Martin?

It's too... I know

what they want.

They want me to let him go.

I just got him back.

1162. 1190.

Here.

1202. This is it.

What do you think?

That's an awful lot of money for a hole in the ground.

It's up to you.

I always figured that for a scatter -to -the -winds kind of guy.

I want him in Queens.

Good.

I never want to wonder where he is again.

This would be nice.

Very New York.

Is this okay?

Okay.

I put a call in to Captain Carden this morning. I figured you wouldn't want to

miss it.

You got that right.

Cagney?

Yes, Captain.

Yes, I did call you.