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believe me this isn't a kidnap then why don't you cut the godfather routine okay

you see conspiracy behind every other headline and and now these things happen

to us and you're going to tell me it's a coincidence mary but it doesn't make any

sense money sometimes oils the wheels of justice we don't contract out

our work so what are you going to do lean on the city of new york he's evil i

just thought the word evil sounded sort of sunday school

Thank you.

So what do you think? The results of the sergeant's exam?

Sergeant's exam results.

Yeah, that's my guess. My mother had a dream about the sergeant's exam.

Hey, listen, the first time this sort of thing happened, she dreamt she saw my

father in a dark blue suit.

Why don't they just get it over with? My father never wore a dark blue suit in

his life. Two weeks later, like that, he keels over.

The Pulaski post to the VFW, they donated a dark blue suit for him to be

buried in.

Okay, Victor, what did your mother dream about the sergeant's exam?

She called me this morning.

The first one in the squad to crack a homicide to come as a sergeant.

Hey, that's what she said.

Well, I think she called a little late, Victor. The results are in. First of

all, for those of you on the edge of your seats, due to computer error, the

results of the sergeant's exam... Listen up, kiddies, you're gonna love this one.

Sorry, sir.

will be delayed at least one day, maybe even a week.

Sorry.

Sergeant Thumb is a heady plateau detainer.

Many are called, but few are chosen.

All right.

I got two cases. Who's catching?

Cagney, you're up. Then us.

Left hand or right hand?

Left.

That's the one I wanted. It's a homicide. I can feel it. Poor box

robbery at San Didio the Martyr.

It's all yours, Cagney. Petrie, you got a missing person. All right, let's get

on it. A poor box robbery?

They get a lousy poor box robbery?

Sir, if that's a petty loss, why aren't the uniforms taking care of that? The

archdiocese requests a detective.

Great. We get to call her some kid with 76 cents in his pocket.

Hey, you guys want to trade?

Missing person isn't a whole lot better. Yeah, but if we're lucky, maybe he's

dead.

It seems like a great fuss over a very small matter.

I don't even know how much money was in the box.

The archdiocese insisted I report it. Well, apparently there have been a

string of these, Father. It's the first one in our precinct, however.

I'll tell you, we can check for fingerprints, but I don't think we can

get much.

If you'll excuse my saying so, Father, I won't use that little teeny lock.

It's not going to keep anybody from breaking in again. Well, maybe not.

But if they need the money that badly, they're probably the ones it was meant

for in the first place.

Good morning.

Thank you, Father.

This is Terry.

Or box robbery.

She's got a daughter.

Huh? One like Kim.

Oh.

Do you think that works?

I don't know.

My mother said it would.

Thank you.

The medical examiner's team thinks at this time that Sister Mary Michelle died

from a blunt instrument to the head.

A wrench.

A crowbar.

She probably surprised the killer at the poor box.

Sorry, Mother.

So senseless.

So terribly senseless.

Excuse me, Mother. You're wearing a ring.

It's symbolic.

Our marriage to Christ.

And the cross.

All the sisters in your order wear both the ring and the cross? Yes.

Why?

Because Sister Mary Michelle didn't have either one.

We think it's a junkie. It's probably all out of pawn shop by now.

There's been half a dozen of these poor box robbers at the 22nd Precinct, sir.

And St. Didius is just over the border to the 14th. Sounds like a safe guy

trying to make his morning fix.

Well, the only lead we have from the 22nd is a bus driver said he saw a man

limping away from a church around dawn about three weeks ago.

So he put through every junkie and every petty thief that's got a limp to the

computer. After now, they say he'll get back to us tomorrow. Tomorrow? No, look,

I'm going to tell you two that tabloids are going to blow this thing up like

nobody's business. Crazed nun killer, that kind of a thing. And Nelman's going

to want to turn it over to major cases.

So if we want to keep this one in our precinct, I'm going to have to see some

progress fast.

You got it? Yes, sir. Well, we're going to put the word out to every pawn shop

and jewelry store.

As soon as a crucifix and a ring come... Yeah, what? Excuse me, Lieutenant.

Deputy Inspector Nelman for you on two.

Yes. Yes, Deputy Inspector. What can I do for you?

Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, Lord, what a day.

You know, I'm not looking forward to this subway. It's sardines until you get

to Queens Plaza.

I'd like to forget the whole week.

Oh, Chris.

It's rough, huh? Waiting for the sergeant's exam results.

I haven't seen you this early since you thought you were pregnant.

Thank you, Mary Beth.

Chris, I'm... I'm going to cut my tongue out. I'm sorry.

The detectives, Lacey and Tagney, is that correct?

Yeah. Who wants to know?

My name is Philip Corrigan. I work for Luis Guineones.

Congratulations.

Mr. Quinones would like to talk to you about Sister Mary Michelle.

Well, you go tell your boss, Mr. Corrigan, that my partner and I are at

the 14th Precinct, 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. weekdays. I hate to resist.

Excuse me, Mr. Corrigan, but we're both tired. We've had a bad day.

And you and I both know you're not going to kidnap two cops in the middle of the

street in downtown Manhattan.

Believe me, this isn't a kidnap.

Then why don't you cut the godfather routine, okay?

If you're the best muscle that Quinones can get.

Mr. Quinones is loyal.

Must be a full-time occupation.

Mr. Quinones has never been convicted of any felony.

Which may be taken as an indication of Mr.

Corrigan's legal skill.

Or my innocence.

Ladies, can I offer you a ride?

No, thanks.

I've seen this movie.

Maybe I can offer you dinner.

I truly believe it will be to your benefit to hear what I have to say.

Mr. Quinones, if you have anything to say, why don't you just come out and say

it? A whoop would be blessed.

Do you mind if I join you?

I know it would have been easier for me to meet you as you suggested.

However, I'm sure...

That you both understand a certain apprehension that

I have entering a police station.

Mr. Quinones, I'm tired and I'd like to go home.

So if you want to talk, why don't you just talk? I am very angry about the

death of Sister Mary Michelle.

Yeah, so are we. So next time use the phone book. Come on, Christine.

I want the killer caught and punished. Yeah, good.

So do we. So, Phil, use a phone book. I want to help you find them.

How are you going to do that?

I have certain resources at my disposal.

Why should the death of a nun interest you, Mr. Quinones?

She was my godchild.

The daughter of my wife's oldest friend.

She was only 25.

My wife and she are inconsolable.

Well, we're sorry for their loss.

Please assure them that it's been him.

Thank you for your concern.

And I hope you don't take this the wrong way.

But what I had in mind involved the sharing of knowledge.

I'm under the impression that such arrangements have been affected before.

No, thank you. Wait a second. Now, I don't like you, Mr. Crononis. I don't

like the way you do business.

So you and the horse you rode in on, take a hike.

You, Miss Cagney, seem to have better manners than your partner.

And do not have such antipathy, because...

a concerned citizen.

Thank you.

Oh, jeez.

OCCB says they've got a file as big as a phone book on him.

Drugs, hookers, porno movies. On the other hand, he's destroyed over the

death of a nun.

You said it was his goddaughter.

So he claimed.

I don't see holding hands with a criminal, sir.

Won't be the first time.

Plenty of times we formed what my old Irish rabbi used to call unholy

alliances.

We solved some pretty big cases that way.

What are you saying, sir? You're saying we made a mistake?

You're saying we should have taken him up on the offer?

No, no, no. All I'm saying is, it's a judgment call.

From case to case. You know what I mean?

You were there, you assessed the situation, and you made a decision.

Okay. Good.

I'll back my officers.

As long as you bring in results.

Yes, sir.

Now go file a DD-5 with intelligence about the meeting you had with this guy,

and then go find me a non-killer.

Soon.

And Nellie, this does not do me a lot of good.

You asked for drug uses.

This is all drug arrests for two years.

Yes, for felons with physical deformities.

This includes things from birthmarks to boils. I'm just looking for a limp.

I'm sorry, there's no subcategorization for limps.

Okay, these two are known felons residing in the 14th. And these two are

from the 22nd. Just like you asked.

Except they're about six months out of date.

I mean, this stuff changes from day to day.

You gotta realize your average criminal population is not what you call stable

home bodies. Yeah, okay.

I will manage. Where's the cross-reference?

You didn't ask for a cross-reference.

What do you mean we didn't ask for a cross-reference? What do you think we

want this for, a nighttime reading?

And get your hands off my sushi.

Well, how should I know? You asked for it, you got it.

You needed it fast. I brought it over on my lunch hour.

I mean, some people got no gratitude.

Mr. Antonelli, I'm not going to get angry here.

I'm going to ask one question, and I would appreciate the answer. When can we

get the cross-reference?

Assuming you get all the paperwork through to me by closing time tonight, I

could probably get it to you day after tomorrow.

Well, that's not going to wash, Antonelli, because we need it by

tonight.

And I am not talking about pickpockets with bad skin and a penchant for

sniffing glue. I am talking about small-time burglars with a habit and a

bad leg. Okay?

Maybe. Maybe what?

Oh, you take it.

You're eating half of it anyway.

To go, Mr. Rantanelli.

To go.

Lieutenant? I just wanted to catch you before you left.

Yeah?

I was wondering if you think the sergeant's exam results will come in

tomorrow?

We're at the mercy of the computers.

Right.

I'll see you tomorrow, Lieutenant Petrie.

It's just a test, and the odds are very long. You ought to try and put it out of

your mind. It's much easier that way.

I can't.

You're a damn good detective, Marcus.

And getting these stripes isn't going to make you any better.

I know.

I know.

But the money would be nice.

Good night, Luton. Good night.

Listen, Mary Beth, I am not asking any questions. All I know is Papa Andrea

said the job is mine. Oh, honey, that's...

That's wonderful.

Thank you.

It is. It's terrific.

Thanks. Terrific.

Well, what do you say we celebrate? A couple of hero sandwiches, everything on

them, and a couple of bottles of cold beer?

Yeah?

I got this feeling, babe, that this is going to be the job where we turn a

corner. Yes, sir.

This is going to be my showpiece, Mary Beth.

My ticket to the next big one.

The liverwurst is all gone.

You want to pick some up tomorrow, or should I?

As soon as this job starts, I'll be bringing home more than littlest.

I've been thinking, uh... Maybe we ought to take a drive this weekend, huh?

Yeah. Maybe look at some open houses?

Okay.

But not just look.

Okay.

I want to buy your house, Mary Beth.

I thought I'd make it up to you.

This co-op deal works out, and we can at least think about it again, huh?

Huh?

Don't sound so excited.

Okay, Mary Beth, what is it?

Louis Quinones.

He got the job for you.

Louis Quinones? The mob guy?

What are you talking about? I don't even know Louis Quinones. Yeah, well, I do.

Since when?

Yesterday.

He showed up in a great big black limousine, like something out of a

gangster movie. And he offered us dinner, and he offered to help us in

finding the nun killer. What's the connection, Mary Beth?

Quinones doesn't have anything to do with construction.

Harve, Louis Quinones has his hand in everything in this city. You don't think

this could possibly be a coincidence?

Harvey, you read the morning paper.

And you see conspiracy behind every other headline.

And now these things happen to us, two things back to back to our benefit, and

you're going to tell me it's a coincidence? Motive, Mary Beth. What is

Quinones' motive? It doesn't make any sense.

You didn't meet him, Harv.

He's trying to rope you in.

Or he's trying to make me look bad.

Maybe he wants some favor later on. I don't know. But I'm telling you, this

here is not a coincidence.

Okay. Okay. Even if it isn't, so what?

So what?

You would take a job off him?

I didn't do anything wrong.

I mean, I deserve the job. I made the lowest bid.

You don't care that he's strong-armed for you?

Well, if I don't give him anything in return, tell me, what is the problem?

Hey, Mary Beth, this is my big break here. I am not giving it up, no matter

what. Harvey. End of discussion.

The floater in the Barrazzano Narrows is not Harold Green.

Too bad.

I was thinking about this way that day.

In seven years, if he's still missing, he could be declared legally dead. Then

you got yourself a homicide to work on.

I am going crazy. What is taking so long?

Victor, there are a number of us here who are just as anxious as you are to

find out if we passed the sergeant's exam.

Yeah, but if Howard were dead, I wouldn't have to worry about it.

Yeah, but has anybody given any thought to what happens if more than one of you

gets promoted?

They're probably not going to keep more than one detective sergeant in the same

squad. Somebody is going to have to get transferred out.

I thought you were on my side.

Listen, Aunt Nellie, I want those cross-references on my desk when I get

back from lunch today.

Oh, really?

Oh, Gus.

That's great. Yeah.

What sushi?

Oh, you liked it?

Uh-huh.

Oh, a little restaurant over on 51st and 7th?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Oh, thank you.

Okay. Bye-bye.

Aunt Nellie's gonna have to cross references here first thing this

afternoon. Uh-huh.

How'd it go with Samuels?

He wants me to send in an amended DD-5 to intelligence.

That's it?

Yes. The lieutenant agrees with Harvey.

It may look compromising, but, uh, there's nothing illegal, as long as I

report it. Well, that's great.

Huh? Harvey gets the job, and you're on the up-and-up?

Yeah.

All right, Beth, there's nothing wrong with Harvey taking this job. He did not

ask for it. You did not ask for it.

Right.

I thought we were going to hit the streets this morning. You want to get to

him?

Five bucks?

You guys are cheap. You know that?

Don't hand me cheap, Randolph. All you're going to do is pour it down your

throat anyways.

It may as well be the cheap stuff. I still say you're cheap. You're right,

Randolph. And I want to apologize to you for having offended you like that.

Cagney. Yeah.

The word on the street is 10 G's, 10 big ones to the dude who fingers the

junkie that off the sister.

What are you offering?

A couple of bottles of Jimmy Jammy?

Who's offering the $10,000?

They are going to make you an offer you can't refuse.

What an unexpected pleasure to see you again.

Have you changed your mind?

We heard about your $10,000 reward.

Beautiful, isn't he, Miss Gagney?

Hyacinth McCall.

Almost the color of your eyes.

We didn't come to discuss birds, Mr. Quinones.

He's not only beautiful, he's smart.

He's friendly. A great conversationalist.

Please, I would like to give it to you.

No, thanks. It would give me a great deal of pleasure.

It's about time you stopped offering things to people that they don't want.

That is not a very gracious attitude, Mrs. Lacey.

Detective Lacey.

We want to know why you put a price on this man's head.

Because in this great land of ours...

Money sometimes oils the wheels of justice.

What kind of justice did you have in mind?

This is police business.

We don't contract out our work. Why not?

Seems very sensible.

Cooperation for our mutual benefit.

Except that you stubbornly refuse my offer.

You like running things, don't you, Mr. Quinones?

Think you can manipulate anybody? Me?

My partner? My husband? Oh, yes.

I've heard he's had a fortunate turn of business.

Yeah? What's it to you?

Stay out of this case.

That's all we came for.

I have to tell you this, Mrs. Lacey. Detective Lacey!

I don't usually tolerate such disrespectful attitude from anyone.

Particularly not from a woman.

But... I understand that you have been under some personal strain.

An illness.

I beg your pardon?

I also understand that as a result, you could not take the examination for

sergeant. A quick arrest here could help your promotion to detective second

grade.

And you, Miss Cagney.

You have so much writing on the sergeant's exam.

So what are you going to do?

Lean on the city of New York?

I wouldn't presume to say I could influence something like that.

But I could make a telephone call.

And perhaps I could obtain a preview of the results for you.

No, thanks.

I'll wait.

not changed my mind about him. I'm merely saying it's worth considering.

We have a lot of pressure on us to find this guy, and you and I are getting

nothing. I will not go into debt to that scum.

What's he getting out of it?

And you won't be in debt to him unless you want to be.

Perfect. You and Harvey should get together. He thinks the same thing.

Exactly.

In fact, let me ask you, straight out, why is it right for Harvey to trade

harmless favors with King Jonas, and it is not for us?

Straight out?

It's not okay for Harvey.

You don't get how it works, do you?

First he dangles the little stuff, and you think, I could walk away from this

any time.

And then it gets bigger and bigger, and pretty soon one day he says, jump. You

say, how high?

No, Christine.

He's evil.

Evil?

What's the matter? You never heard of evil before?

Or was it the fancy clothes and the smooth manners that fooled you?

Mary Beth, I'm not fooled by anything. I just thought the word evil sounded...

Sort of Sunday school.

Well, let me tell you something. That junkie that killed a nun, he's pathetic.

But he's not as evil as that man in that mansion.

I mean, where the hell does Pannonas think that the junkie's getting the dope

to begin with?

That's why he's evil.

And it's perfumed, and it's prettied up, and it's got a lot of money on top of

it. So people make movies and books about it. And they kid each other what

it might be like to have a little protection.

And the whole thing is dedicated to greed.

And violence.

And human degradation.

And it's evil.

Okay, here we go. Two arrests, possession of a controlled substance,

convictions, burglary, robbery, burglary. Physical deformity. The left

leg is two inches shorter than the right leg.

Is he living in the church?

Last known address?

Atticus State Prison.

Derek. Lacey, phone for you on three.

Thank you.

Lacey, 14.

What?

Harv, enough.

Because I forgot, that's why.

I'm working. What do you think I'm doing?

I don't know, Harv. When I get there, that's when.

Harvey, Harvey, don't start.

Goodbye.

Okay, I got one.

Got a habit and a limb.

Dubrovnik Milos.

Dubrovnik M... Last known address is

West 14th Street. That's close enough to be possible.

Oh, forget it. What?

OCCB turned him. He's a registered confidential informer.

Damn it!

I'm on my way to the morgue.

There's a guy there and he's dead.

Great detective work as Becky. Hey, it's Harold Green. I can feel it.

Tell you what, Cagney, when the time comes, don't stand on ceremony.

You can call me Sarge.

Petrie, when you and I pass the sergeant's exam and one of us has to be

transferred, would you mind taking as Becky with you, too?

Uh, just a second. Chris, it's Sid from Flannery's on 1.

Yeah, Sid, what do you need?

What?

Is he okay?

Yeah, no, I understand.

Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can. Thank you.

What?

Charlie's tied one on. They're trying to get him into a cab. He won't go.

You gonna go get him?

Yeah, we're not getting any worse here.

You want to start fresh in the morning?

Thanks.

Just take it easy.

I'm all right, I'm all right. All right, lean on me. Wait, Charlie, wait a

minute. Wait, hold on. Hold on.

There it is.

Okay, nice and easy.

Watch your head!

Oh, Chrissy, Chrissy, Chrissy!

Okay, Pop.

Hey, there she is, my officer daughter.

Here I am. My sergeant officer daughter. That's what I told him, you know, my

daughter's gonna be a sergeant.

Told him you was a better cop than any man in that bar.

I know you did, Pop.

You also said I could out-arm wrestle any of them, too. Yeah, you could, too,

with the wimps they got these days.

Not like when I was on the force. We was real cops.

Charlie, remember what the doctor said about your drinking, huh?

We didn't have no rules in this.

Help me. Come on. The only computer we ever needed was right here in your head.

Yeah, I know. You know, a cop on a beat could tell you who was a jerks and who

was a stand-up guy. What are you doing to me? Help me take your jacket off.

I need another drink.

You promised me you'd watch your drinking. Hey, everybody in the bar

watched my drinking.

Help me.

There. What are you doing?

You're a better cop than I ever was.

Now you're going to be a sergeant.

Not yet, Charlie.

Hey, you know, your mother would be proud of you, too.

Not like me.

I never made sergeant. You know why?

You didn't want to be sergeant, Charlie. You liked the streets.

Mm-hmm.

No scare.

First time I took the test, I didn't pass it.

The second time, I had to formify myself with a little Irish courage.

That's why your mother left me, you know, because I was a failure.

Charlie, come on.

Maybe, I don't know.

I never took the test again.

Didn't mean anything.

That's what I said.

That's what I said.

It's okay, Charlie.

Mm-hmm.

You did good. Mm-hmm.

You did real good.

Hey, Chrissy?

Chrissy?

I'm proud.

I'm so, so proud of you.

I called him this morning. It sounded like hell.

Christine, you know I hate to butt in, but you have to talk to Charlie about

his drinking. I already did.

Months ago.

And?

You know when I do my routine about... There's nothing to talk about?

Yeah.

There is something to heredity.

I got you.

You and Harvey talk?

There's nothing to talk about.

So as soon as I read about it in the papers, I gave you guys a call, right?

Right.

I think you should write that fact right down.

Right?

When did the guy bring the stuff in?

Yesterday, just before I was closing.

He asked me for a C-note.

For this stuff?

Oh, listen, no offense intended.

Just in case you happen to be of that persuasion.

Anyway, I offered the guy 15 bucks for both pieces. Take it or leave it.

He took it.

And you do have the claim check, Mr. Morris?

Yeah, yeah, I have it. It was just here a minute ago.

What'd the man look like?

Uh, not like much.

Could you be more specific?

Uh, specific?

Uh, okay, okay.

Uh, medium size, medium build, medium hair, medium eyes. Nothing to write home

about, okay?

Did he have a limp?

A limp? Uh, no, no. A habit, maybe.

Like a nun?

No, sweetheart.

The eyes, you know, is like nobody home.

A limp?

Uh, let's see. Where is that? Oh, here. Here it is.

Okay. Thank you.

John Brown.

Right.

3,400 Lexington Avenue.

Mr. Morris, Lexington does not go up that far.

Look, I don't need this aggravation.

Now, what do you want I should do, huh?

I should ask for personal references every time I make a $15 transaction?

That's what it takes to make sure it isn't hot.

Yes.

You cops, you're all alike, you know?

Thank you.

Officer Dolan, you know?

He's a flatfoot on his beat here. He comes in here all the time, and he's on

my back.

Such accusations.

Fencing.

Receiving. I mean, the whole schmear.

But do I let that dampen my enthusiasm for law enforcement? No way. The minute,

I repeat, the minute I read about you guys wanting the nun jewelry, I did my

public service number.

And I called you guys.

Am I right?

Right?

Right. Ah, right.

So I'm an honest businessman.

The kind of which a police should be happy to have more of. So would you do

me a favor and tell Officer Dolan that he should give me a little room to

exercise my constitutional right of breathing.

Right? Right.

You want to try that description again, Mr. Morris?

you're thinking of using Horace Edwards on the Columbus Avenue project.

Who are you? A friend of a friend.

Just looking out for your best interests.

Suppose you don't realize that Horace Edwards is a troublemaker.

I've known Horace Edwards for ten years.

He's not a troublemaker. He's a good man.

Well, I have it on very good authority that if you hire Mr.

Edwards, there's going to be trouble.

Big trouble.

Perhaps you'd like to step into the car for a moment.

I can talk this over in detail, huh?

Okay. Okay.

Nothing's the matter.

Harv, you didn't eat.

You're standing on the roof in the middle of the rain.

Now, if you don't want to talk about it, just say so.

But don't tell me nothing's the matter.

Come here.

They came to see me today at the Third Avenue site.

I was rounding up a crew.

Who came to see you?

Quinn Onison is flunky. They asked me not to hire Horace Edwards on a Columbus

Avenue job.

I told them Horace Edwards was the best brick mason I know. When I work, Horace

Edwards works.

So... I don't get the job.

That's it.

Oh, gee.

You know what scared me, Mary Beth?

I was tempted. I really was.

I wanted that job so badly.

I think, okay, I can't use Horace. Horace is a good guy, but I don't owe

him anything.

Well, anybody would be tempted, Horace.

Yeah?

You should have seen it, Mary Beth.

There I am in the backseat of the limo, and this guy's talking to me like I'm in

his family.

He's telling me I shouldn't be so proud. He's telling me I got to think of you

and the boys.

He made me feel like, I don't know, saying I wasn't a good husband or

provider. You know what I mean?

Oh, gee.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Why couldn't I tell him more?

Huh?

I mean, at least that I had some satisfaction, some good feeling about

it.

I don't know.

All I could think of was, here was this guy.

And he was coming along like a god or a wizard with a magic wand, and he was

going to make it all all right.

You know what I mean?

What? The house, Mary Beth.

Oh, forget that damn house.

You sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

I want a household, but I don't want to be...

A member of this man's family to get one.

The heck with the house.

You missed the view of Queens Boulevard, right?

Sound of the planes, sound of the yell.

Cop cars in the middle of the night.

Who can live in all that quiet, huh?

No good Chinese restaurants in the neighborhood.

Bob, I think you're pushing it here.

You think so?

They found the man.

Memphis? Memphis.

He can't be in Memphis.

He's dead.

Victor, he ran off with his secretary. He is not a homicide.

He isn't even a missing person anymore. He's just another cheating husband.

Excuse me.

Lieutenant wants you guys on community relations the rest of this week. Here's

a list of the schools he wants you to talk at.

How can I find a homicide when I'm doing community relations?

Cheer up, Victor. Maybe you'll bore someone to death.

Excuse me, Sergeant. I ran off this composite from the pawnbroker.

Distribute it for me, will you? No problem.

Cagney, I know this has been a tough case, and I want you to know we're all

behind you, and if there's anything I can do to help... Back off, it's Becky.

It's our case.

How about a little piece of it, huh?

Hell, you... I'll even do the paperwork.

Victor, you either pass the sergeant's exam or you didn't.

And anything your mother dreamt of makes no difference.

They told my father.

Two weeks later, he was in a blue suit six feet under.

Did you get anything?

Nothing. Big fat zero.

If the man had a limp, the computer does not know him. At least, not around here.

And that composite is possibly the most nondescript picture I've ever seen. So,

we could either start from scratch, or we could turn it over to major cases.

There's a third possibility.

Oh, forget it, Christine. I'm not going to Louis Pinone's. No, I'm thinking of

something my father said to me.

About computers.

I'm telling you, there's nothing in the computer. I double-checked it. There's

what I mean. What was the name of that patrolman from the 22nd that that

pawnbroker kept complaining about? Dolan.

I'm gonna nail

him one of these days.

Yeah, this one might have had a limp.

It's a little like Jimmy McDonald.

Donald don't have a limp. Not now, anyway.

What do you mean, not now?

Hey, remember three weeks ago he was gimping along? I asked him why. He said

he heard himself playing basketball.

A heavy doper like that doesn't play basketball.

But I had nothing to run him in on. So what, this might not have shown up on

the computer?

The limp? Yeah.

He's walking fine now. Or as fine as a junkie ever walks.

Officer Dolan, you wouldn't have to know Mr.

McDonald's address.

It's the police. We want to talk to you.

He's in there. Yep. Fire escape.

Kick it in.

Be my guest.

Hold it right there, young fella.

Now up against the wall there.

Spread them!

Okay, young fella, what's your name?

This is McDonald?

Not by a long shot.

I asked you, what's your name?

I don't have to tell you.

What were you doing in McDonald's place?

I'm talking to you, fella. What are you doing in McDonald's place?

We were just waiting for him.

What do you mean, we?

LACY! LACY!

There are two small caliber pistols hidden in the toilet tank.

Both these goons got OCCB tabs on their yellow shades. It ties to the mob

families in Brooklyn. So we figured they were sent by Quinones.

Yeah, his people probably got onto McDonald first, and they put out a

contract on him. Which we can't prove anyway.

We also can't trace the guns. So the best we can do is book them on a minor

burglary rep.

Meanwhile, Sir McDonald is still out there somewhere.

Did you happen to get a look at the holding cell when you came in?

Sir?

That's McDonald's?

Becky was making a speech in a high school.

Guy walks up to him and says, are you a cop?

Then he says the mob's got a price on his head he wants to turn himself in.

Apparently, the guy is less afraid of the NYPD than he is of the mob.

You're kidding.

methadone lady they told me that's gonna give me some methadone you're breaking

my heart you're breaking my heart

sergeant is becky kind of has

a nice ring to it doesn't it do they know you got it you're kidding they

would have torn me limb from limb well not so good kzak blew it

pappas blew it yeah second time around it tough what about his becky Not even

close. He should have studied harder.

At least Petrie made it. Good. With his ranking, it'll take him two years for a

slot to open up.

That's too bad.

I know that he could have used that extra money sooner than that.

What about Cagney?

All this crud because of one little sad junkie.

I'm sorry, Chris. Why? He turned himself in.

We couldn't have caught him even if we'd used Quinones.

Yeah.

Mary Beth, they're not going to pass me to Sergeant.

You're not serious.

Why? Because of his Becky's mother's dream?

No.

Because of Nelman.

Because I pressed those harassment charges.

He's one man, Christine.

Yeah, he's one deputy inspector, Mary Beth.

He asked me not... Hell, he begged me not to do it.

But I did it.

And I'll tell you something I think is damn unfair.

Because I've worked hard, and I earned it, and I deserve it.

And I iced that exam.

Yeah, I bet you were terrific on that tape, too.

Damn straight.

What? Candy, you in there?

What is it, Sergeant Coleman?

Lieutenant wants to see you right away.

Christine, whatever happens, it's okay.

I mean, I think you made it.

I'm pretty sure you made it.

And I hope to God you made it because you were in there.

Proving it for the both of us, huh?

Double duty.

And... But if the answer is no, that's okay, too, because the next time we'll

take the test together, right?

I mean, I remember in high school taking the test with my plain geometry.

They posted the results right in front of the principal's office. I said,

George Fishman, the brains of the class, everybody figured he'd get 100.

I got 92. He got 83.

I love plain geometry.

Friggin' not.