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You got a confession. The DA's office is happy. What motive? What? Yes, sir, we

got a confession. What we didn't get was a motive. We have a motive.

Okay.

Why aren't I happy? So you're blaming us?

Who else?

Two confessions.

Back where we started. Only now we got two motives to go with the two

confessions. Everybody's leaning us around by the nose. The mother, the

daughter, a priest.

No matter how long I do this, you know, how many horrors I see, sometimes, every

once in a while, I get one, and I think...

When am I going to get tough?

Want to hear my idea?

What?

We don't have to move from this exact spot.

Whatever do you mean?

We have absolutely no romance.

Well, I thought that's what I was talking about.

You know, I keep reading all these columns about, you know, how women

expect more out of love than just a quick roll in the hay, you know, like

flowers. Heaven's sake.

You brought me flowers last night. Well, candy.

Watch your teeth.

Breakfast in bed.

Are you going to cook?

I'm going to have it delivered. I'm a modern man.

Of course you are. I am.

Oh, come on. Croissants, coffee, quiche, and juice served

by a butler in bed in a tuxedo who is about to arrive in about ten minutes.

Are you kidding me? I am not kidding.

And I think we should at least be presentable before he comes, don't you?

Come on, you lie.

I am not. He's going to be here in ten minutes.

Ten minutes?

Ten minutes.

Maybe he'll be late.

The lady's still in the shower.

Do you think it could be changed and set up before... It's too late.

Look, I really want this to be something special, okay?

Put these on the tray.

Chris, breakfast is ready.

Is that something we should do, or should we just get back in bed?

All done.

Ta-ta.

my father oh certainly christine he knows that you that you're sexually

active well thank you for the discreet phrase and how can you make it sound

like radiation poisoning i am not making a judgment christine i just i mean you

told him about dory right marybeth it is one thing for a father to my father to

know that i know men there's a whole other country for him to walk in like

that i don't know what to do well you want advice or are you offended no i do

not

I know. Either way, it doesn't matter to me. I'm trying to make appropriate

responses here. I just want to look at a corpse, okay? You really are a joy this

morning. Well, I hate suicide.

There's nothing that interests me more than suicide. Supposed to a nice, jolly

murder? Yeah. At least I can understand what it feels like to want to kill

somebody. Yeah?

Anybody I know. Yeah.

My partner, Mr. Army, an understanding on a Monday morning.

We surprised everybody in the building.

Detectives Lacey and Cagney, 14th. Upstairs, 17B.

It's such a shame.

A real shame.

They're very nice people, the Tantans, you know.

They tip very well.

Thank you.

Sure.

I love New York.

Oh, Lord, that's... What's his name?

Sinclair, the medical examiner.

The terrible puns. If I'm excusing your expression.

Father?

Ah, the lady detectives Casey and Lacey.

Cagney and Detective Lacey. So what do we have?

I assure you, you don't want to look. A handgun to the temple is very messy.

Have any idea on motive?

You might say he lost his head.

Oh, come on, Sinclair. Will you give us a break just this once?

You can't expect me to just pass those things up, can you?

There's a note in the typewriter.

Has anyone touched it?

Deceased and widow.

She found him.

She's in her bedroom.

Separate bedroom.

Look, if I get the body downtown now, I can have her preliminary for you by this

afternoon.

Are you through with your photographs?

Sure you want to do that?

boys take him away i'm going to try to read what's left of his mind

i

got home about 10 o'clock last night

and peter had told me that he was going to be working and he doesn't like me to

disturb him when he's working so

I went right to bed.

I woke up about, I guess it was four o'clock, and I went in to get a drink of

water, and I saw that he wasn't in his room, but I didn't worry because he

often falls asleep in the study. And then it was, uh,

six.

We appreciate how hard this is on you, but we have to do it.

Have any idea why your husband would want to kill himself?

There was a note.

Yes, Mrs. Tanton.

But it was pretty vague.

He said there was no purpose anymore.

You lived with the man for 25 years, and... There are things about him we

don't know.

He was a stranger.

I don't like it. It doesn't feel right.

I agree. I don't like the idea of a tight suicide note.

Yeah, with no signature. Plus, listen to this here.

I apologize to my daughter Jane and my wife Julie for all the pain I have

caused. I have been neither a good father nor a good husband, for which I

ask forgiveness from you both.

Now, what kind of a man is going to worry about a dangling honeycomb when

he's about to kill himself? A careful man.

Who then splashes himself all over the room?

I don't buy it.

Cab, ladies.

No, thanks. We got our own.

He finds out what kind of wife wakes up at 4 a.m. and then waits two hours to

check on her husband.

Mary Beth, not everybody's as happily married as you and Harvey. What are you

fighting with me for? You're the one that wanted the homicide.

Which we aren't even going to get anyway because the lieutenant wants the

Likovsky report today.

Well, we will work on the Likovsky report until the autopsy's done. Then

we'll get on it. What's the problem?

A load of optimism.

Jagni, have you got the report on the Likovsky case yet? I'm working on it

right now, sir. Okay, I want to see it this afternoon, huh? On your desk.

Did you talk to the medical examiner?

Yeah, he said give him half an hour.

He said... Oh, never mind.

What'd he say?

He said he had a good head start on it.

He's a very sick man.

We're sorry to have to intrude again, Mrs. Tanton, but in light of the medical

examiner's report, we need to ask you a few more questions, okay?

Do you know anybody who would want to harm your husband?

No.

He was a very popular man.

No known enemies, none at all?

No.

Business. Did he ever discuss any problems regarding business with you?

No.

And there was no sign of a forced entry, and nothing was missing.

Not that I'm aware of.

It would appear that whoever shot your husband was someone that he probably

knew.

Did he mention anyone coming to visit him here last night?

No.

Well, Mrs. Tan, we're going to have to talk to a few other people. The business

associates, friends, your daughter Jane. Jane? Why would you...

Bring her into this.

Her father may have said something to her. No.

They rarely spoke to each other.

Yes, ma'am. We'd still like to talk to her.

No. Beg your pardon?

I'm afraid I can't allow that. She's a very emotional girl.

I'm sorry, but it's necessary.

It would help us if you could give us the names and addresses of other... Mrs.

Tennant.

It's no use.

Ma'am?

You don't need to talk to anyone else.

Case closed. Time to move on.

Yes, sir, only I'm... Well, we are not entirely satisfied, sir.

Why? You got a confession. The DA's office is happy. What more do you want?

Yes, sir, we got a confession. What we didn't get was a motive.

She told us she killed him. She told us where the gun was. She typed the note

and she waited till more. Two hours.

But she refuses to say why she killed him.

They've been married for, what, 24, 25 years? Tell her, Lacey. It happens in a

marriage sometimes.

True, sir, but all we're trying to say is we asked her why. She said it wasn't

important. that nothing mattered but that she'd done it. That's not

acceptable.

So with your permission, we'd like to stay on it.

Yeah, but you still got the warehouse break-ins, right?

Yes, sir. And the Social Security muggings?

And I have yet to see the Lentkowski report on my desk, right?

Yes, sir.

So you still got time to mess around with the case? It's all wrapped up, huh?

With all due respect, sir, we would really like... Wait, Lacey. You want to

have some more work? Okay, wait.

I got some more work for you. Okay.

Sir, no, really, that's fine. Thank you, sir.

Annual performance evaluation.

Mary Beth Lacey, Christine Cagney.

Look them over, initial them, return them.

I don't think you're going to be too unhappy.

Thank you, sir.

What do we do now, partner?

The Likovsky report first.

What's that?

Would you look at this?

There's 11 categories in this evaluation. You've got highest ratings

in 10 of them and the second highest rating in the other one. Communication

skills. He says that I'm sometimes... Let's just sit.

Brusk! I've never been brusk in my life.

If I were a man, he wouldn't call me brusk. He'd say that I was aggressive.

Mary Beth, let me ask you. You tell me the truth.

Do you find me brusk?

Well, Christine, I understand how you feel. But sometimes you are a little...

less than tactful. But never brusk!

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

Oh, Keggy, yeah, come on in.

Yes. Listen, I've been thinking about it, and maybe I was a little hasty. I've

been looking over the tent and file again, and I don't like it either.

Take a day. Talk to a few people, and then we'll reevaluate.

Brass.

Hey, Gary.

Hello, Mr. Cagney. Hi, how are you?

Say, uh, you got a minute for a drink?

Sure. Come on, place around the corner. Come on.

Chris, come in.

Something wrong?

You're damn straight something's wrong.

What do you think you were doing tonight?

You want some coffee? I can either heat some up or make you some fresh.

Answer me something.

Is it your plan to cross-examine every one of my boyfriends?

Oh, will you slow down? All I did was buy the guy a cup of coffee. What you

were doing was trying to find out if poor Dory's intentions were honorable or

something. Oh, come on, Christine.

Which is none of your business.

Now, just you wait one minute, young lady.

It sure as hell is my business.

It's a father's business to know who his daughter's associating with. Sleeping

with. That's what you wanted to say.

I am an adult. And I'm a father. Your father.

I raised you, Christina, and I love you.

And what you do... To some extent, always reflects back on you.

Affects me.

I am hardly what you would call promiscuous.

I am 38 years old, Daddy.

And anybody I choose to spend my time with. Who you choose to sleep with.

It's nobody's business but my own.

Charlie.

You're the one that told me that a parent's job was to become obsolete.

You said that it had to end.

Yes, you did. At 18 or 21 or somewhere.

It's got to end.

Not if you care.

If you care, it never ends. Just the job description changes a little.

If I'd wanted you to meet Dory, I would have introduced you.

I just wasn't ready.

Oh, now, that's terrific. That is really terrific.

He's good enough to sleep with, but he's not good enough to meet me, huh? I tell

you, Chris, there's something wrong with a guy who comes crying to you because I

buy him a cup of coffee. You know why he told me?

Because he thought it was nice.

I don't.

You leave him alone, Charlie.

Oh, yeah?

Well, then answer me this.

How the hell can you get serious about anybody who roots for the lousy Boston

Celtics?

Miss Tann, you... Do you know what you've done?

Do you have any idea what you have done? This is a false arrest.

You have the wrong person in custody.

Now, I was a law student.

I'll run a writ of habeas corpus and then a civil suit for every penny you

have got. Wait a minute, lady.

Your mother confessed to shooting your father.

Well, she didn't.

She couldn't have. He killed himself.

He couldn't live with himself any longer, so he did the world a favor.

Miss Penn, we have a medical examiner's report inside.

I'm sorry.

It could not have been suicide.

Well, that doesn't mean my mother did it.

She couldn't have. I mean, if you knew what kind of a person, the kindest,

gentlest soul... We appreciate how hard this is on you, Miss Tanton. Did she

tell you she has a heart condition?

That this kind of a thing could kill her?

We will call Rikers. We'll have a doctor examine her. You don't understand! My

mother would never hurt anybody!

Never!

He made it hell for her, and she never once confronted him.

She never even complained.

I used to beg her to leave him, and she said she couldn't, that we had to love

him no matter what, because that's the way he was. Now, can you understand

that? Miss Tanton, we're trying to understand, but why would she tell us

that she killed him? He was a hateful, evil man, a liar. I'm asking about your

mother, Miss Tanton.

What is it that he did? Did he beat her? He deserved to die. The man was pure as

evil. He deserved worse than a bullet. Nobody deserves to die. There must be a

reason why she killed him. She didn't kill him! She confessed to it!

Miss Tanton, you think maybe you'd better go home now? No.

No, I won't. Jane. No! Are you deaf?

No. Don't you listen to me? Yes.

My mother's trying to...

What, so you're blaming us?

Who else?

Two confessions.

Let's say one of our confessed murderers... No, worse, worse, worse.

Make it both of our ladies.

Changes her mind.

Then what?

Who do I file against?

What, hit one? Anyone?

And then what?

I'll tell you what.

Smart defense lawyer takes it to a bleeding heart jury.

How can we ever really know what happened on that fateful night? Is it

not better that a hundred guilty women be set free than one poor, unfortunate,

unfairly convicted?

Excuse me, but how exactly is it our fault?

I will reiterate.

I am not going to trial like this, okay?

So you either tie them in together or you blow the air out of one of their

stories and we will all pray to get out of this without looking like a bunch of

jerks. Capisce?

I appreciate it, ladies.

Goodbye.

And good luck.

How exactly is this our fault?

Yes, Miss Manchester.

All right, thank you.

Bingo, it is confirmed.

We have a motive.

Okay.

Why aren't I happy?

Mary Beth, come on.

You never believed Jane's confession.

I never believed Jane's confession. So we were right.

You think the mother's confession is for real?

I don't know.

She sure had a damn good reason for murdering her husband.

So, we go confront Jane, and we get her to retract.

Oh, I really hate this.

Hey, it's not my favorite thing either.

You want to be bad cop or good cop?

I don't know. It's up to you.

Take your pick.

I am telling you, I did it.

Now, what more do you bloodsuckers want?

You have to let my mother go.

No, Miss Tan, we don't have to do anything of the kind. Especially since I

don't believe you.

I did it.

It's my fault.

Good. Fine, Jane.

Uh, you familiar with the name of Denise Manchester?

27 years old, part-time model.

I love it.

She's living in the village in an apartment rented under your father's

name. I know who she is. I'll bet you do.

Well, Miss Manchester was under the impression your father was going to

leave your mother and marry her.

My mother told me. Did she? Finally got lucky, I'd say.

You think that's how your mother felt?

After 25 years of marriage? What are you, a mind reader?

Are you confessed?

You're close to your mother, you know, you sympathize with her, and it's

natural that you would want to help her.

But you were a law student, is that correct?

And you know what two confessions will do to our case.

Miss Penn, are you okay?

Okay?

Oh, I'm fine.

It's you who's not okay.

I mean, you think you know everything, and you're so stupid.

Oh, cut it. Oh, shut up and listen to me.

You don't know... My father wasn't leaving my mother for another woman.

He was leaving her for two little girls.

I beg your pardon?

Denise Manchester has two little girls.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Miss Tanton, did your father... I'm trying to say,

did your father... He molested me.

He was a horrible, disgusting man.

I hated him.

Every night I prayed to God he wouldn't do it anymore.

I wanted him to die.

Oh, Lord, I'm sorry.

Sorry.

My father forced me to have sex with him from the age of ten until I

could get out of the house.

Only it wasn't over then.

All the hate and the mess and

the guilt.

My life is a disaster.

Two years of law school, that's all.

I never finish anything.

My marriage.

Men.

That horrible filth that I want to die.

More than that, I want him dead.

He is dead.

Jane, did you kill him?

When I heard about Denise Manchester and her two daughters and two

little innocent girls, I couldn't let him do that again.

I went there to tell him that I was going to expose him if he went ahead

with the wedding.

And do you know what he did?

He laughed at me.

You want to know why I killed him?

My life is a sewer.

And it's his fault.

You okay?

First time I worked on an incest case was a kid not yet nine years old.

She'd be about the age that Jane Tanton is now, and I was wondering if she still

hurts today the way that woman does.

Oh, I don't know.

No matter how long I do this, no matter how many horrors I see, sometimes, every

once in a while, I get one, and I think, when am I going to get tough?

I mean, why do I keep subjecting myself?

Families. Family stuff is the worst.

Husbands and wives and... children and parents is the stuff that's supposed to

make life... good, right?

And instead it just gets all twisted up into something ugly.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'll be okay.

You're okay.

Don't worry about the rest of us.

Good afternoon.

Mr. Montgomery?

Yes. Detective Cagney. How do you do, Detective?

Detective Lacey.

Detective? Hello.

Hello,

Julia. Go stand.

Sit down.

I don't want to go on record again that my client is talking to you over my

objections. Got it, Mr. Montgomery.

All right.

Mrs. Tanton, you've read your daughter's statement?

Yes. I didn't want... I'm so sorry.

Janie had to tell this to strangers.

You knew about it all the time, didn't you? No.

Never. I didn't know anything until then.

Until that night.

I came home early, and they were shouting so loud, they didn't even hear

me come in.

At first I was frightened. I didn't even recognize their voices, so I listened.

And I... I couldn't believe what Janie was accusing him of.

It was... too horrible.

And then she was gone. We didn't even see each other.

And I went into the study.

And there was someone there that I'd never seen before in my

life.

Never.

In 25 years.

That's when I knew it was true.

Peter just looked at me.

He didn't even seem surprised to see me.

And he said, Julia, this is all your fault.

The whole thing.

You didn't satisfy me.

You were always too sick.

I was too sick.

And I remembered all the times that Janie had asked me to take her with me.

Asked me not to leave her alone.

With him.

She begged me to send her to boarding school, to send her to camp, anywhere.

And it never occurred to me.

I got Peter's gun from his bedroom, and I came back into the study, and he was

sitting there at his desk.

Working.

And I came up behind him. Uh, Julia, I don't mean... No, Stanley, the only

thing that matters now is that they believe me.

You must believe me. I shot him. I shot him!

You didn't say why.

I wanted to protect her.

Her reputation.

That's all I can do for her now, you see.

But you see, now she has confessed.

But she's lying.

My daughter is lying to save me.

Can you imagine?

To save me.

Okay, so where were we?

Well, sir, um... We're back where we started. Only now we got two motives to

go with the two confessions.

We gotta go for independent corroboration, a third party.

Otherwise, all we got here is a mess.

We talked to the girlfriend.

Her two daughters are in the custody of her ex-husband, and she swears neither

child was ever left alone with Tanton. She is, of course, shocked, angry about

the accusation. She says impossible.

The man wasn't like that. She thinks the mother and daughter are making it all

up, trying to get off.

So, I see two avenues of exploration.

The doorman at Tanton's co-op. Yes.

And also the live-in maid.

Yeah, Isabella.

Isabella Aragon.

And the only other address we have on her didn't pan out. They never heard of

her.

Sounds like an illegal alien situation, which means she doesn't want to be

found. Plus, we don't know for sure she was even there that night. No chance she

did it.

I don't think so.

According to Mrs. Tanton, she speaks no English.

Remember the type note? It was perfect English.

All the way down to the non-dangling participle.

I thought this one was going to be a grounder.

Okay.

Get on it. Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Where do you want to start?

Check the co-op again.

Here we are, lady.

You sure about the maid?

Oh, I'd never miss a looker like that.

I've got ESP, you know what I mean?

No.

Extrasensual prescription.

Ah. Now, that young beauty was nipping out the back way carrying a paper bag

full of clothes.

Would have been very hard to miss a baby doll like that.

Well, thank you, Mr. McDonald.

Where is Isabella's room?

Just back that way. Thank you.

I always like to help the boys in blue, as it were.

I have an uncle in the force. Thank you, Mr. McDonald.

Oh, all right. Yes, right.

So she was here that night.

So she'll know.

Maybe she'll know.

If we can find her.

Even if we do, I doubt she's going to testify.

Right now, I'd settle for talking with her.

In that bed?

Yeah. What I found.

Padre George Tate.

What's that say?

Sociedad Salvadorian Aid Society.

Salvadorian, see? So let's call him. Yeah.

Excuse me, Father Tate?

Yes, can I help you? Yes, I'm Detective Cagney. This is Detective Lacey.

We were hoping that you could help us find someone.

I see.

then I'm afraid I can't help you.

Excuse me, Father.

We're not with Immigration and Naturalization. We're working on a

homicide investigation.

But Mr. Tantman, he and his wife had a live-in maid named Isabel Aragon, and

she could be of help to his father.

We don't want to deport her. We want to talk to her. You realize that for most

of the people I deal with at the Salvadorian Aid Society, the distinction

between the INS and the NYPD is very blurred.

There's not a lot of trust there.

Do they trust you?

I don't know if I can trust you.

I don't know her.

But you could find her. Maybe.

But it would be on my terms.

Which are?

She's free to go after she's answered your questions. No detention.

That may not be our choice, sir. It will be, the way I set it up.

Excuse me, Father.

Sorry. Father?

I should tell you, I don't like being dictated to. Well, who does?

But you're the ones with the problem.

Listen to me.

I'm not stupid.

I know the advantage of having cops in my debt.

The Salvadoran Aid Society is my own crusade.

It isn't sanctioned by my church.

So I learned the hard way that if I don't take care of these people, and

myself, then nobody else will.

Now, if I find Isabella Aragon, I want guarantees, and the only guarantees I

trust are my own.

Now, if that isn't acceptable, then go in peace.

And may God be with you.

I'm getting a candy bar. You want a candy bar? Relax, Christine. The priest

said he'd call tonight.

He said maybe he'd call.

Definite maybe. Relax.

How can I relax?

Do you want a candy bar or not?

Huh? Everybody's leaning us around by the nose. The mother, the daughter, a

priest.

Everybody's running this case but us.

I don't think we ever have much control. Sometimes we just fool ourselves better.

What's that supposed to be, deep and philosophical?

No, it's something I was thinking about.

I remember when you asked me if I thought you were ever brusque.

Brusque.

I'm sorry. I'm working on it.

So tell me your theory.

If you believe, which I do, that orderliness is a matter of... Is this a

long story?

Nobody ever learned anything with their mouth open, Christine.

Oh, hi, Mary Beth. Oh, hiya, Charlie.

Officer's order.

Hi, Charlie.

Hey, uh, tell me I find you in here.

Yeah, we're working. We're waiting for a phone call.

I want a coffee. You want some? I'll get you a coffee, Charlie. Oh, no, no, no,

you don't have to leave. I got some tickets for the Knicks game Friday

night. I just wanted to see if Christine could possibly go.

Friday? Yeah.

Yeah, I can go.

Hey, yeah, good.

Terrific, terrific.

Listen, Chris, do me a favor. Will you hang on to the tickets for me just for

safekeeping? No, Charlie, you keep them. Come on, honey, please. You know how I

am. I'd feel a lot better if you'd hold them for me.

Okay.

Well, uh, I got a couple of guys waiting outside for me. I better beat it up.

I'll see you Friday.

Merry Christmas. See ya.

Bye, Charlie.

Nice. Peace offering.

Hey, there are three tickets.

Paul?

No kidding. Maybe he wants you to invite somebody. Oh, do you think?

Oh, Charlie. Guess who the Knicks are playing?

The Celtics. Who else?

Detective Lacey, 14th precinct.

How you doing, Father?

Good

evening,

Father. Good evening.

Father?

Isabella.

You

talk

to Isabella Aragon.

She says she was there.

She heard you arguing.

Then she heard you leave.

And then she heard a gunshot.

You're bluffing.

If you could really prove anything, you wouldn't have to talk to me.

You'd just release me.

Smart. Okay.

Your mother wants to plead guilty, and the DA's office won't make a deal unless

you withdraw your plea.

But I did it.

It's my fault.

No, honey, you may think it's your fault, but I know you didn't do it.

No, get her out of here. Jane, please. You can't question me without my lawyer.

We've already called him, Jane.

We're just going to sit here and wait with you.

I know my rights, and this is unconstitutional.

Not if we don't ask any questions.

We're just going to listen to anybody who wants to talk.

Jane, do this to me.

Jane, you look so pale. Are you all right? See, this isn't going to do any

good. I missed you.

I missed talking to you. Mother, please.

Let me do this.

It's my fault.

It was never your fault.

I tempted him, he said.

Especially because you were sick. You wouldn't, so I had to, he said.

I'm sorry, Mother. I'm sorry. I love you. How could I have done this to you?

To me?

You didn't do anything to me, Janie. It was him. It was all him.

I hate myself.

I disgust myself for doing it. How could I have done it? He made you do it. I

should have made him stop.

Janie, you were too little.

But I wish you had come to me, sweetheart. I would have made him stop.

I couldn't. I couldn't tell you you were too sick.

You didn't want to be my mother. You wanted to be my friend.

But that's what I thought you wanted, too.

We had such a good time together.

Didn't we have fun, Jane?

I still can't believe he was...

A child molester.

Say it.

I can't.

Did you know?

Oh.

Oh, no. You had to know.

I swear to you. How could you not know? I swear to you I didn't know. Don't tell

me you didn't know something.

No, you knew, you knew, and you just didn't do anything about it because all

you cared about was keeping your marriage together. All you cared about

was what other people think.

Janie, if I had suspected, baby,

I would have taken you away.

I would have taken you away with me.

You've got to believe me, Jane.

Please, please believe me, Jane. I didn't know until I

heard you that night.

And then I had to kill him. I killed

him.

I'm glad he's dead.

Don't be glad, Janie.

Miss Tanton, can I say something to her?

Jane, I think that your mother wants to accept responsibility for her guilt.

And I know that you have to accept responsibility for your innocence.

You didn't do anything. You didn't do anything. You're not guilty of anything.

Let me do this.

Please.

You have to go on with the rest of your life, sweetheart.

Please, if you could just find it in your heart to

forgive me.

Just try to forgive me. Oh, Mommy.

I love you, Jane.

I love you, Jane.

I love you, Mommy.

I love it.

You guys are fantastic.

I really mean it. Call me on me.

We finish up the paperwork and Jane Tanton walk.

The old lady cops to manslaughter and does like time.

Now, she deserves worse, but at least I don't have to take this in front of a

sympathetic jury, for which I am deeply grateful.

Guess you guys can figure I owe you one, huh?

Thanks. Cream, sugar?

No, thanks.

Best of all, I get off on my weekend on time, taking my lady for a romantic two

days out at Montauk.

Come on, cheer up!

You guys did good.

Yes, sir.

Listen, I got to get a move. I'm going to beat the traffic on the LIE. Listen,

you guys have a good weekend, too, right?

Congratulations. Talk to you later.

You're going to hang out for a weekend?

The ball game with my father.

Oh, Celtics. Celtics.

Ever you.

Got my steady date in Queens.

States. Oh, you had to be blind not to see it. Two wrecks and not one of them

blew the whistle.

Yeah, well, you two were the only two people in the garden that saw it. What

are you talking about? Bird gave him an elbow.

He misses that shot, we're in overtime.

Damn right.

Parrish had five fouls against him. What are you kidding? It wouldn't have meant

a thing. I'm telling you, we should have walked away with the game. Oh, it

wouldn't even have been close.

Right, Pop.

More coffee?

Yeah, I'll have some.

Uh, no, no, that's okay. I, uh, I told these guys I'd meet them in the morning,

go to Jersey, look at some land. I got to hit the rack early.

Oh, okay.

Yeah, well, I'll go with you.

We can share a cab together.

Oh, come.

Pop. Hold it. You stay out of this.

Now, you listen to me, pal.

It makes no difference to me when you leave this apartment.

You can leave in five minutes, you can leave in five hours. I don't care when

you leave.

But you are not going to leave the same time I do because I wouldn't believe

that for a minute.

So, officer's daughter, I'll see you in a couple of days.

And you, I am telling you, bird through an elbow.