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But I got them dead to rights this time.

Eddie Stutz's feet will never touch a New York sidewalk again. Never.

Not in our lifetimes. Hopefully not in children's lifetimes.

Nobody ever mess with me before.

Mess with you? How do they mess with you?

How do you think?

What are you going to do?

Throw me in jail? Yeah, it's hard to know what to do with a man like me,

isn't it? The public thinks that we're in the rehabilitation business.

Actually, we're in the zoo business.

Never would have happened if you people had done your job right.

One thing bothers me, Edna, the mortuary.

I could be courting bad luck. Not to worry. The place went broke during the

Ike administration.

If it was still in business, then it would be bad luck. Okay, I'll buy it.

You already did.

Besides, anything you buy from me is good luck, guaranteed.

All right.

New bowling jacket, Marcus?

Edna, will you get this garbage off my desk?

Clear the way for law and order, right?

A thing of beauty this time.

No, Edna. This tie is silk. This tie is hand-painted. This tie is you.

Three bucks.

She's right, Victor. That tie is you. Let me explain a personal rule of thumb.

Does that pass the Barry Manilow test?

The what test?

The Barry Manilow test.

Do you know who Barry Manilow is?

What? You think I don't keep up?

Sure, I know. He's the singer from Brooklyn that loves Beagles, right?

If Barry Manilow would wear it...

than Victor as Becky would wear. And Barry Manilow would never wear that tie.

Hiya, Edna. How you doing? Better, Midland. Hey, I got some bargains today.

What you got? Some previously owned pantyhose, maybe.

Oh, no thanks.

Edna Kiss, you're an amazing woman.

This is an amazing woman.

Do I know that? Who else would turn in a stolen money clip containing $500?

I have to admit, it's unheard of human behavior.

Unheard of, especially here.

Edna Kiss, the last honest person in New York City.

I believe the lieutenant wants to see us.

Yes, sir.

We've got a missing person here, Duane Patterson, a 16-year-old boy. With due

respect, sir, we're very backed up here.

Congratulations. Now you're backed up some more.

He disappeared Friday night. This is only Monday. We don't usually move this

fast on a missing.

He hasn't even got a missing person's number yet. Is there something special

about this guy, sir?

Yeah, what's special is the parents. They've been here all weekend.

Night and day, they just don't want to go away.

So that's their job?

Make them go away?

Let's see what you can do for them, huh?

They're nice people, the both of them. They're teachers in the New York school

system, and they've been shuffled around here and ignored, and, well, they're

scared sick.

Yes, sir.

No, he hasn't been upset or despondent. No, he hasn't been in trouble with the

police. No, he hasn't been in any trouble with the school.

Dwayne Straight A's, he's captain of the football team.

No, he doesn't take drugs. No, he hasn't talked about suicide. Please, Mr.

Patterson, we're doing our best here. It's just that we have answered the same

questions over and over again all weekend.

I'll tell you something else I've repeated over a hundred times.

Dwayne is not a runaway.

How can you be so certain, Mr. Patterson?

When he left home, he was wearing a tux and carrying a corsage.

Does that sound like a runaway to you?

No, sir, not to me.

He was taking his girl to the...

school prom.

But he never arrived at our house. He just disappeared.

Did he take the family car?

No, he took a cab.

Do you know what kind of cab?

Like we said before, it was blue with yellow letters.

Suicide cab company? Yes, that's what the other detective said.

I don't know.

Maybe this sounds corny.

Maybe you hear this all the time, but...

Dwayne's the kind of a son that a father thanks God for every single day of his

life. No, sir, it doesn't sound corny.

And we don't hear it all the time.

In fact, we don't hear it nearly enough.

Please find our son?

Please?

Coleman bets the Chicago Cubs to win the National League East, right?

So I give him ridiculous odds.

And what happens? The Cubs win for the first time since 1945.

I take Miami against San Francisco, all right?

I get three points.

Now, Marino has thrown 48 touchdown passes this year, so I figure I'm in fat

city. What happens?

Marino gets sacked four times and throws two interceptions.

It was beautiful.

Coleman is one lucky dude.

Lucky or shrewd.

I spend the whole day studying this one particular fly, watching its comings and

goings, right?

It takes off and it lands, never staying in one place more than 15 seconds.

So I say, Coleman, see that fly?

I bet you 20 bucks the next place it lands, it doesn't stay past 15 seconds.

Uh-huh. He says, you're on.

He takes out a sugar donut.

He puts it on my desk.

The fly takes off, lands on the sugar donut, and spends the whole afternoon

there.

Like I said, shrewd.

Now there's this money clip that ended the kiss, man.

In 30 days, if nobody claims it, Edna gets to keep it. That's the law.

What do you think the odds are of somebody not claiming a money clip with

$500 in it?

Long. You'd think so, wouldn't you?

This is the 26th day.

Four more days, you just watch Edna be $500 richer and I'll be $100 poorer.

Try not to let it make you a bitter man, Victor.

Yeah.

Westside Cab Company said to pick up the Patterson kid at 7.30.

Dropped him off at 987 East 14th, 10 minutes later.

Hand me the reverse director, will you?

987? Yeah.

East 14th is a funny place for a school dance.

It's a rough neighborhood.

Cab dropped him off at a liquor store.

987 East 14th is Gotti's Liquor.

Shall we?

Yeah, he disappeared right into a police car.

Uh, you want to back up a minute, start at the top?

Sure. The kid walks in, wants to buy some booze. I show him the sign.

Underage kids all the time want to buy booze. He had this fake ID on him. He

cracks it open, I tell him to take a hike.

How do you know it was phony?

Come on, lady.

It's a lousy Ford shop. You can see it a mile away. Anyway, he goes over to the

magazine rack and he pretends that he's browsing around. I see him in a security

mirror. Sure enough, he grabs a bottle of bourbon, heads for the door, I grab

him, I call the cops.

They definitely arrested him. Is that correct, sir?

Yeah, the cops asked me if I wanted to press charges. What the heck did I call

you for?

I want people to know if they steal from Vincent Gotti, they got trouble from

Vincent Gotti.

Um, the name on the fake ID, do you remember it?

Sure. Wilbur Smith.

Wilbur Smith.

I'm curious, sir, how you happen to remember a name like that.

Lady, I personally turned down about a dozen Wilbur Smiths last week.

See, the kids make a batch of these fake IDs with the same name on it in a high

school print shop.

Well, thank you for your help, Mr. Gotti. Hey, stick around.

Another Wilbur Smith could walk through the door any minute.

You know what I'm thinking? Yeah.

You're thinking Dwayne Patterson was booked as Wilbur Smith.

That's right.

If they booked him as an adult, you know what that means.

Rikers.

It's hard to believe, huh?

Kid's on his way to a high school dance and boom, he ends up here.

Oh, you're forgetting a big step, Christine.

Before he boom ends up at Rikers, he boom decides to steal a bottle of

liquor. I did not forget that, but it's no big deal.

I used to score a little blues when I was a kid.

Wouldn't end up in Rikers.

I'm Detective Cagney.

This is Detective Lacey.

I'm Dwayne Patterson.

You want to sit down?

Your parents have been worried sick about you for three days.

What happened to you?

Go ahead, sit.

What happened to you?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Looks to me more like something.

No big thing.

Just a hassle.

A hassle with the other prisoners?

A hassle with the guards? What?

All right. You don't want to talk about it. That's okay. We'll talk about

something else.

Did you tell the arresting officers that your real name was not Wilbur Smith?

I thought I'd lucked out.

They never would have even known.

Who, your parents?

They were going to find out sooner or later, unless you plan on spending the

rest of your life in jail.

Larry.

I thought Larry would get me out.

I called.

His mom said he was at the dance.

They won't let me make another phone call.

Dwayne, are you going to tell us what happened to you?

Out in a fight.

With whom?

Huh?

Takes two to make a fight, am I right?

What's my father gonna think?

I think he's gonna think he's relieved and grateful to have you home again,

Duane. He's gonna think I could have done something.

I should have done something.

Something about what?

There were too many.

All right, you got in a fight.

With how many?

A couple of guys.

The others just watched like it was some kind of show.

You didn't get in a fight at all, did you, Duane?

Nobody ever messed with me before.

Mess with you?

How do they mess with you?

You were raped, weren't you?

Were you raped?

Mr. and Mrs. Patterson kissed their son goodbye.

Sent him off to the school dance.

The next time they see him, he's been raped in the city jail.

Now, what am I supposed to say?

Sorry your son got lost in the system?

Brutalizing a 16-year-old boy.

Sick.

Rape, Harvey. It's called rape. Man or woman.

No difference.

When's dinner?

28 minutes.

But I'm starting.

Have a mushroom.

Here.

Oh, wow. All for me? You're going to have to split it with Michael.

Out. Go.

16 years old?

Yeah. I mean, how could they put a shoplifter in with rapists and killers?

What kind of sense does that make? They don't have good cells and bad cells,

Har. That's the way it works.

I mean, somebody's got to be responsible for what happened to that kid, Marybeth.

Yeah. Come here. Come catch me.

You know, you do it sometimes.

Do what?

Deal with that kind of garbage.

Then come home, make pasta.

Pasta's real.

You and the boys are real. The rest of it's just work.

And when it's over, I come home and make pasta.

You want to grate up some fresh ramona?

Yeah.

What are you working on, Cagney?

Rape.

See? More stereotyping.

I used to get all the rape cases.

I was sensitive to the victim, conscientious, helpful.

But who noticed?

Who cared?

Now only women officers get all the sex cases.

Well, this wasn't a woman, Victor. It was a 16-year-old boy.

16-year-old boy?

Yeah.

Through a mistake, this kid ends up at Riper's.

He accepts a package of cigarettes from one of the prisoners.

Of course, he doesn't know that that's his purchase price, and before he knows

it, he's being raped by four men.

Well, you know what he went wrong.

He didn't read the warning on the package.

Cigarette smoking is hazardous to your health.

You know, Victor, way deep down in your heart, I just know

that even you... Don't think that's funny.

Boy was raped repeatedly over a period of four hours in his cell. You were in

that cell. And you tell me you didn't hear... Look at me when I'm talking to

you.

You didn't hear anything. You didn't see anything.

I find that hard to believe, Mr. Boyard.

I could give a damn.

What are you going to do?

Throw me in jail.

You see him in here all the time.

Yeah, I'm a food hustler.

When he come here to get treated rough, I mean, this is the place to come for

being treated rough.

He asked for it. Is that what you're telling us? Hey, the kid knew he was

letting himself in for when he accepted that package of cigarettes.

Come on, Kobe, give me a break, huh?

Who gave him the cigarettes?

I don't know.

See, I'm in all the time. Now I'm fruit hustlers.

Look, the kid got exactly what he was looking for, all right?

I mean, he got his money's worth.

All right.

You have no memory whatsoever of Friday night last?

I'll take the Fifth Amendment.

You don't remember a young boy getting raped over and over again, the same cell

you were?

The Fifth Amendment.

Didn't the screams keep you awake?

The fifth.

Did you see the boy was hurt?

Did you call for a guard?

Thank you for your cooperation.

I can tell you everything I saw in two words.

No thing.

See, I'm like one of those beggar dudes that accosts nice people on the street,

hands them a business card that says... I can't see, I can't hear, and I can't

talk.

Eddie, how can you be in the same cell with that going on and not know that

that's going on?

Yeah.

But I can't see, I can't hear, and I can't talk.

I'd like to tell you ladies that sexual assaults are an infrequent thing here,

but I can't do that. They happen all the time, every day.

So what do you do about it? What can you do about it? You put men in overcrowded

conditions like this, they become animals.

You know, pressures start to build and something's got to give.

Pull this area here, the ugly farm.

As you can see, they don't get to see very many women down here. Hey, mama!

I had a really dirty dream last night, and you were in it, baby.

Can it, DeSalvo.

I hope this isn't upsetting you ladies.

You know, the public thinks that we're in the rehabilitation business.

Actually, we're in the zoo business.

I need a bath.

Think the warden got a bang out of it?

He's right, you know, they are in the zoo business.

People should live in zoos.

Mary Beth, there are not a lot of misunderstood souls there.

They are murderers, they are rapists.

That's where they belong.

Nobody belongs in there, Christine.

Yeah, you got a better place for it? No, but nobody belongs in there.

Great. When you figure out what we should do with him, you let me know.

Mr. Arthur Stacy.

I'm Detective Lacey. This is Detective Cagney.

You were charged with soliciting a prostitute and spent Friday last at

Rikers. Is that correct?

Can you keep your voice down, please?

This was a misdemeanor.

I paid my fine. So what do you want with me?

Friday night, an incident occurred in your cell, sir.

Well, I wouldn't know about that.

Know about what?

I wouldn't know about anything. And would you please keep your voice down?

A 16-year-old boy was raped, Mr. Stacey?

I was asleep.

I would think it would be very difficult to sleep, Mr. Stacey. I mean, a

professional man like yourself suddenly in jail, and of course there was that

young boy screaming, yelling for help.

We think it would help identify the responsible parties. Take a look.

Like I said, I was asleep.

Well, I'm disappointed in you, Mr. Stacey. We've had zero cooperation.

All of the prisoners are afraid to talk, and we thought... Maybe we could count

on your help.

You don't have to be afraid. You're not in jail at the moment.

I would help if I could, but I can't because I didn't see anything.

Okay?

Now, if you'll pardon me, I've got work to do.

Give me the city desk.

Yeah.

Hey, it's Becky.

Day 27. We got three days to go. I'm done.

Hey, print this guy for me, will you? I'll be right back.

Okay.

How's my favorite scribe?

How are you doing, Victor?

In the mood to share insights and information.

No thanks, Victor.

I've heard enough of your self-serving sagas.

Thrilling though they may be.

Hey, this one doesn't even involve me.

Every now and then, something happens that reconfirms my faith in my fellow

man.

Really. This is a story that I call the last honest person in New York City.

You better get your book out for this.

We're talking heavy human interest here.

Describe it.

Describe it? I figure that's the least we could do, don't you?

It's a thing to keep your money in.

Oh, very good. How about the color?

It's black.

Brown. Goodbye.

It's brown, but it looks black. It's pretty old. Right. Next.

Yeah, I've come to claim my money clip, and it's definitely not brown.

I don't understand this.

It's the 28th day, and all of a sudden people are crawling out of the woodwork

to claim that money clip?

Power of the press.

The last honest person in New York City stepped into the 14th precinct and

turned in a lost money clip containing $500.

It's sad, Marcus.

Read where it says what you'll do with the money.

I'd buy that metal detector that I see in the front window of the survivalist

supply store.

Then I'd go live with my sister Ethel in Pompano Beach. Every day we'll sift

through the sand searching for people's little lost treasures.

The worst thing she could have done was talk to a reporter.

I don't think Edna talked to anyone.

Excuse me, Marty.

Lynn?

Yeah? Lynn, have you got another house? Sure.

You want to see us, Lieutenant? Yeah, come on in.

No, no, no, don't shit.

You won't be here long enough.

Two things.

One, Mr. and Mrs. Patterson are suing the city of New York for $7 million.

And two, Deputy Inspector Nelman has requested the pleasure of your company

in his office, ASAP.

Question. Uh-huh? Are one and two related?

Answer, yes.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Mm-hmm.

often this happens to me. I have my good days. I also have my not-so-good days.

But every time Nelman wants to see me, it happens to be one of my not-so-good

days. What are you talking about? My hair.

Monday looked good.

Today, not so good.

Mary Beth, I have a gut feeling Nelman is not interested in our appearances.

My hairdresser, Jeffrey, charges $35.

This woman in my building, Shirley Frizzle, she'll do it for $8. But when

you get something for $8, you can't get too pushy about maintenance, you know

what I mean?

You're right.

Is that can of hairspray still in the glove compartment?

Yeah, it's empty.

You got a hat?

No, I do not have a hat. You got a head scarf?

Where did you find it?

What good are you?

Tell me something.

Don't you find it ironic that the city of New York is paying you to accumulate

evidence so that it can be sued?

Ironic? Yes, sir. Also tragic.

What happened to that boy should never have been allowed to happen, sir. Ah.

the very crux of the Patterson's press conference today.

Their lawyer says you can't put a price tag on tragedy, and in the very next

breath, he mentions $7 million.

So far, we've come up empty.

Eyewitnesses? Oh, plenty of eyewitnesses, sir, but nobody's talking.

Well, then, let's move on to other cases.

Other cases, sir.

You saying you want us to back off of this?

Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but you haven't established a case to back off

from.

Temporarily dead-ended on it, but... Wrap it up by the end of the week, and

then let's move on to more important things.

Sir, I think this is important.

Don't you, sir?

An old man gets mugged on the street.

He's not looking for trouble.

A lady with five kids is shot to death for her paycheck.

She's not looking for trouble.

But this Dwayne Patterson...

He left home with the intention of purchasing alcohol.

Then he showed false ID.

Then he shoplifted. Then he offered illegal identification again when he was

arrested and booked.

In other words, Dwayne Patterson looked for trouble, and he found it.

And the taxpayers should pay him to the tune of $7 million?

I find that rather grotesque.

Wrap it up.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Inspector.

And license.

Yes, sir.

You got a run in your left stocking. Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir. I'm sorry, sir. No need to apologize.

Let me ask you, Mary Beth.

When you heard that the city of New York was being sued for $7 million, does it

make your tear ducts overflow?

No.

Me neither.

Dwayne is unavailable.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Mr. Patterson, please.

We'd like to see the men who hurt your son punished as much as you would.

I doubt that, detective.

We won't take very long, sir.

We know that Dwayne is unable to identify his assailants, but we're

hoping that he could show us the man that gave him the pack of cigarettes.

I'm afraid you don't understand.

Dwayne isn't speaking to anyone right now, not just you.

He won't talk to me or to his mother.

He won't see his girlfriend.

He just sits in his room with the shades drawn.

Even the doctors can't get through to him.

Mr. Patterson, we need help.

I know you're upset.

Upset? My son's been scarred for life. Can't you understand that?

Don't you have children of your own?

If it had happened to your kid, how much money would it take to compensate your

family? It would be very hard to measure that in money, sir. Maybe so, but

somebody's got to pay for this.

Never would have happened if you people had done your job right.

Instead, you took a young, innocent kid... and you put him in a cell with a

bunch of animals.

Mr. Patterson, nobody is denying that the department made a stupid, tragic

mistake. Mary Beth, I think you should go.

Thank you.

You won't get away with it either.

I'm going to sue the hell out of the city of New York! You turn my son into a

faggot! You'll pay for it. I swear, you'll pay.

You wanted to talk to us about something, Mr. Stutz?

Yeah, yeah, well...

See, I wanted to correct the bad first impression that you might have had.

Uh-huh.

So talk.

Yeah, I mean, I can tell you the three guys that attacked that kid.

There were three of them?

Right, right. Three soul brothers, so they choose to call themselves.

Oh, jeez, what they did to that poor boy was terrible.

I mean, just terrible.

Now, who are these men?

Why don't we save that for a while?

You see, I mean, I want to be a stand-up type guy. I mean, you know, do the right

thing, but... I mean, I got a little bit of a problem here that needs to be

ironed out.

Your problem?

Is it two consecutive life sentences at Attica?

There were a lot of extenuating circumstances.

Look, I'm not trying to avoid any responsibility that I might have, you

know, concerning that matter, but I was thinking more compromise.

Compromise? Yeah, well, you know, more along the lines of a double manslaughter

conviction.

You be willing to testify in court?

Yeah, definitely.

I mean, Eddie Stutz is no stoolie, you understand, but Eddie Stutz don't owe no

soul brothers no favors.

Now, what do you mean by soul brothers?

Guys with deep suntans, if you follow my drift.

So why don't you just give us the names of the three men?

As soon as the deal's worked out with the DA's office, I'll sing like a

canary.

Are you out of your kugel?

Do I look like Monty Hall to you? Sir?

Do I look like the popular host of America's favorite game show, Let's Make

a Deal?

Or do I, in fact, look like Assistant District Attorney Felberg, a man with a

satisfied smile and blood dripping from my teeth? Why do you can't it, Felberg?

Help us out.

No, you can't it.

Eddie Stutz has walked three times, found not guilty once, and dismissed on

two nice ones.

But I got him dead to rights this time.

Eddie Stutz's feet will never touch a New York sidewalk again. Never.

Not in our lifetimes. Hopefully not in children's lifetimes.

He claims extenuating circumstances.

Oh, yes, yeah. Listen, listen, listen.

He was robbing an all-night pharmacy.

A customer walked in after him, so he shot him.

Then he killed the pharmacist.

Well, there shouldn't be any witnesses.

Those are Eddie Stutz's extenuating circumstances.

You see, I'm afraid that there are no prizes awaiting Mr. Stutz behind a

curtain. Just 12 ladies and gentlemen of the jury who will grow to loathe him as

much as I do.

No deal.

And girls, your time's up.

Hey!

Hey!

Come on, come on.

Get about it.

Let's get off the phone from Nelman.

He gave us till Friday, Lieutenant.

Well, you don't have to worry about the Duane Patterson case after tomorrow at

Cagney. The two of you are going to Bermuda.

Bermuda, sir? Bermuda.

They can't do that.

That's what I said. As much as I said it, he still said that you're going to

go to Bermuda.

I'm sorry.

But, you know, try and look at it this way. The weather over there is gorgeous,

and the weather report for here is sleek.

But why us, sir?

Well, Ellman says he needs two of New York's finest female officers to

extradite Billie Jean Hall.

And he personally handpicked the two of you for the job.

And when does all this happen, sir?

Leave and expenses are authorized for Friday morning.

And you do not pick up Miss Hall until Monday. So you got most of Friday, all

day Saturday and Sunday to do what you want with.

Courtesy of NYPD.

Think you can handle that?

Well, it's a tough job, Lieutenant, but somebody has to do it.

I'll tell you exactly what it sounds like. Sounds like a bribe. Here, forget

Dwayne Patterson, go to Bermuda.

I think that's the general idea, yeah.

Well, we could have been more blunt. We could have just said, nah.

An order's an order, Christine.

Whoa.

Look at that.

Huh?

What do you think?

Gee, you could tan about everything wearing that.

Yeah.

It's a bit much, isn't it?

No, actually, it's not much at all.

Yeah.

What the hell?

I'll risk it.

No obligation.

Here's what you call a real conversation piece.

Six dollars.

I wouldn't pay more than two dollars for that. Who asked you?

They're a little too small, but very classy. Thank you.

How about something in a herringbone sports coat?

I've come to claim the lost money clip. My name is Dr. Livingston.

As in Dr.

Livingston, I presume?

No.

As in the cosmetic surgeon.

Excuse me.

Can you describe it?

Of course.

It's 14 karat gold, shaped in a dollar sign.

On the rear, in the lower portion of the clip, are etched these words.

Love, Mildred.

Mildred is my wife.

You're very lucky, Doctor.

Presumably.

I'll need some ID, and you have to sign this form here. Of course.

May I introduce you, doctor, to the woman who found your money clip. This is

Miss Ebnicus.

Oh, my pleasure.

Pleased to meet you.

So you're the last honest person in New York City.

That's just newspaper talk.

You've got to sell papers.

I'm not the last honest person in New York City.

I think most people are pretty decent.

She thinks most people are pretty decent, Victor.

Did you hear that?

Well, Edna, I certainly appreciate what you did, and I'd like you to have this.

Five dollars.

This jacket smells like it spent the night in Secaucus.

Well, I got something better for you, Victor. I really don't need anything

honest. If Barry Manilow could wear it, Victor as Becky could wear it, remember?

Barry Manilow wore this very shirt.

Barry Manilow wore this shirt? He wore this shirt opening for Jackie Schwartz

at Kramer's on Kiomisha Lake when he first started.

The wardrobe lady's a personal contact of mine. She's got sweat stains.

Barry... Not a low sweat stain. The boy works real hard on stage.

A shirt like that ought to be worth about $100.

Oh, no, I'd say about... $100 even, Victor.

That's what you just collected off Coleman.

What's that got to do with anything?

Power of the press, Victor.

Need I say more?

Wait a second. You don't think I planted that story?

Not even you could be as cynical and cold-hearted as that, could you, Victor?

Lynn Sutter said it was unnamed sources.

We could subpoena her, couldn't we, Sergeant?

I have a better idea, Victor. Why don't you buy one of Barry Manilow's shirts

for, say, $100?

Is that acceptable to you, Sergeant?

I could live with that.

That's extortion.

Never hold up in court, Victor.

No witnesses.

Edna, you sure Barry Manilow wore this shirt?

Cross my heart.

We got one day left to come up with something on the Patterson case.

Well, what do you suggest we do in one day? I don't know.

Double-check statements, check for a hole in somebody's story.

After that, I'm going to lie there and soak up the Bermuda Rays, and I'm not

going to feel guilty about anything.

I was wondering, while I'm lying there not feeling guilty, if I should be

wearing that little bikini I just tried on.

Tell me the truth, Mary Beth. What did you think, honestly?

Well, it was better than that one with the two shells.

Yeah.

What?

What do you think?

Oh, Josie, it's you.

What's going on?

It's been quite a day.

First, a doctor claimed the lost money clip, thanks to the power of the press.

But...

Dennis Becky showed a spontaneous gesture of humanitarianism.

He paid $100 for an authentic Barry Manilow shirt.

Victor? I bought this.

Nice.

How much for your tie?

Make a bet. What's it worth?

40 bucks?

What you got left?

This is the biggest day in my retail history.

Look at this.

Bowling shirt.

This is perfect for Harv, huh?

Fifty bucks, not a penny more. Sold.

You have to take my check.

Ah, what the hell. You've got an honest face.

Petrie? Petrie, you just gave me an idea.

Mary Baird?

I told you last time, I didn't see anything.

I don't know why you people insist on hounding me.

No, sir. It's not us who are hounds, Mr. Stacy.

It's the press who are hounds.

The press?

Yes, the power of the press is truly astounding, Mr. Stacey.

You see, sir, we have this journalist friend. She works the police base.

And she's researching a series of articles she's writing on prostitutes

and their customers.

You are a customer, aren't you, Mr. Stacey?

Can we go someplace a little more quiet?

Certainly. Sure.

Anyway, this hooker mentioned your name.

And this journalist friend of ours wanted to do an article on you. She

thought you would entitle it Profile of a Trick.

You're lying.

The girl I was arrested with didn't know my name.

She didn't know anything about me.

Oh, no, sir.

Not the one you were arrested with Friday, no, another one. She's about the

same size as my partner, and she dresses kind of funny.

You're a big man up and down Broadway, Mr. Stacy.

Am I right or am I wrong?

Your name keeps popping up again and again.

A violation of my privacy is what we're talking about here.

Well, that was exactly my point, sir. But my partner, she didn't agree with

me. That's right. I said, let's use him as an example.

I said, let's splash his name across the front page of the paper. But I said, no,

we owe Mr. Stacy better than that. I mean, we remember how embarrassed he was

when he thought that people would find out.

You know, we should help him protect his private privacy.

You want me to identify the man who raped that boy. Is that it?

Whatever you feel would be best.

You see, if you talk to us, sir, then we could talk to this reporter. And I'm

pretty sure I could guarantee we could steer her in another investigative

direction.

Wait a minute.

What about the publicity?

Oh, well, hey, the publicity, who knows?

Could turn out to be a blessing in disguise.

Could be even a TV movie of the week, sir.

We brought some pictures you might want to look at again.

So?

What did the DA's office have to say?

Well, they said, Eddie Stutz's feet will never touch a New York sidewalk again.

Yeah.

And that was before they knew that you were the one that instigated the rape of

Dwayne Patterson. What? We have eyewitnesses.

We have a signed statement.

No kidding.

No kidding.

Yeah, well.

Oh, next time you see Dwayne, ask him if he had a good time.

You're revolting, Eddie.

But you probably already know that.

Don't it make you want to beat on my mean old chest with your little fists?

Yeah, it's hard to know what to do with a man like me, isn't it?

I mean, here I am ready to face two consecutive life sentences.

So, why don't you just tack this one on?

Why don't you try to lay it off on the black prisoners?

I just don't like them.

I suggest that you broaden your views before you get to Attica.

It's no big thing.

Not as long as you keep sending me those nice young boys.

Of course, that wouldn't be my number one choice.

You got slippery floors in here.

You want to do something about that?

We're going to put the word out about how you tried to set up the blacks,

Eddie. You're going to be a big hit in Attica.

They're going to be calling you the queen of soul.

You watch your mouth, lady!

Bermuda, huh?

How'd you swing that? Can you believe it?

Some lousy extradition detail? It's lousy. I don't know, Victor. Maybe they

couldn't get anybody else to go.

I'm so depressed.

Boy, am I depressed.

If they didn't ask me, I would have gone.

Well, the city probably couldn't get along with that for three days, Victor.

Sit down, Cagney. I got some news for the both of you.

Ah, good news, Lieutenant?

Well, uh, Nelman just called while you had Rikers, and he thought that you two

would like to be the first to know.

No, what, sir? That the department was negotiating a reasonable settlement with

the Patterson family. Oh, that is good news, sir. It was good news.

The lawsuit was doubled.

$14 million?

As a result of your investigation.

The Patterson attorney talked to one Vincent Gotti.

Citing your report, Mr. Gotti is willing to testify that he could...

Spot that the kid's ID was fake, so how come the NYPD couldn't?

Also, the attorney wants to discuss a statement that you made to Mr.

Patterson. Statement, sir?

Yeah. Something about no amount of money could compensate for his tragedy.

And that the department acted stupidly.

So what does the Patterson lawyer want with us?

Well, he'll explain that to you in court tomorrow.

Tomorrow, sir, in court?

Mm-hmm, yep.

Uh, Lieutenant, we're gonna be in Bermuda tomorrow.

Nelman understands that you can't be in two places at once, so, uh, he will be

sending two other officers to Bermuda. Apparently there was no shortage of

volunteers.

I don't believe it. Believe it.

He wants the two of yous on the, uh, Midtown pickpocket case.

Straight duty, sir.

34th Street, 9 to 5.

But I bought a bikini. Bikini?

Trade it in for a parka.

Weather report still says sleet.