Jane Doe No.37 Cagney and Lacey

There's more than career opportunities for women in police work today.

Police work also offers personal fulfilment, which I can vouch for, and a chance to serve humankind.

Detective Cagney.

Anybody have any questions?

Anybody?

Come on.

What is happening in schools today? Can you believe those girls?

Like wow! Do we get to meet guys and ride around in a super car?

And are the uniforms really baggy or are they sexy? Wow! What is that?

We complain there aren't enough women on the force.

Who else would they send? Isbecki? Perfect!

Those bimbos would love him.

What does this mean, complaining about young people?

That you're thinking about your birthday. No...

Is your father still taking you to Montauk?

No, he's, er, going on a junket with his cronies to Atlantic City.

That's a drag. I don't care. Have dinner with us.

No, thanks. Can't Stewart spring for birthday dinner?

I want to forget it this year, OK? OK, sure.

There was this delicious cashmere sweater in Bloomingdales... Colour?

You'll never know. Wait a minute.

How many points? Just seven. Seven?

Know what a gonnev is? Is that one of those subcultural words?

Go down Delancey Street, they'll tell you. Out! I want to finish my lunch.

Cagney, Lacey. In here.

Remember your stomach, sir. It's my stomach. What are you? My mother? No, sir.

A case? For us? Does this mean we're off the recruiting detail?

No, you're recruiting AND you've got this. Thank you, sir. Jane Doe.

No ID? No leads at all?

At the river. Bag lady with a rhinestone tiara. Establish an ID so we can get someone to dispose of her.

Rape? Robbery? She was a bag lady. Probably a fellow vagrant eighty-sixed her for a drink!

She must've had a name. Probably a dozen. Go, ask some questions, write it up.

Not too much time off recruiting.

Wait a minute. Lieutenant, about this recruiting business...

This is top department priority right now.

Wanna see the memos? No. We'll check the Jane Doe. Chris.

Come on.

What is the plan on this Jane Doe?

They walk by here a lot. We wait and talk to some.

Oh, look! I just saw her sister with the baby carriage. Let's go.

Could we have a word with you? I can defend myself!

Don't mess with me! We're police officers.

I ain't broken no laws!

I'm moving on.

You wanna go after her? No, no, not a whole lot. What could she tell us anyway, poor thing?

It's a shame. There but for the grace of God go you or I.

Not me, kid.

Anyway. You want to start with the corner bar? Sure.

Take bad cop, will you? I haven't got the energy. Got it.

Hiya. Lacey, 14th Squad. Cagney. Mind if we ask a few questions?

What? A woman was found today. Possible homicide, no ID. Seemingly homeless, destitute. Know anything?

I let them in. I don't get involved.

She wore like a...er... a rhinestone tiara. Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Mary, Queen of Scots.

Would you rather talk about this at the station? Give us a break here.

She said she was a descendent of Mary, Queen of Scots. Not the battiest. She live anywhere?

A mission? Resident hotel? Maybe with a friend?

Mostly the subway. Check the ladies on the Conquest level at the Port Authority. It's popular. Thank you.

Appreciate your help. Don't mention it.

I said, button up and move on, But she didn't and went and got herself dead. Serves her right!

You spoke to her last night? Hey, look at me!

Did you talk to her last night?

I passed her on the platform at Penn station.

Said she was going to the police, she saw something...

What did she say? Which precinct? I said, "Don't go to the police."

Said she was going, so I got the local to Brooklyn and she got herself dead!

Serves her right!

Did you say Penn Station? Yeah! 33rd and 7th. That's us.

Here you are.

Enrique Hernandez, William Norris, Theo Dimitri, Ivor Milnik. That's it. There are no women.

When d'you get in? 7.00am. Coleman's on nights.

Call him and get him. He'll be sleeping. Just give him a call, will you.

Isbecki, when did you finish last night? 5.30.

Anyone stay late? Ask La Guardia, he booked two hookers at changeover.

Paul? Ladies. Isbecki said you got stuck here late last night. Unfortunately.

Two lovelies were holding up traffic on 8th Avenue.

Did a woman come in...? A bag lady?

They come here all the time. It's warm.

Wait! There was a real fruitcake in last night, talked to Coleman.

What did she say? Nothing memorable or even comprehensible. She wanted locked up.

A name? Name?

Coleman said she was Mary, Queen of Scots. Fallen on hard times, no doubt.

Harder than you think.

You don't remember anything she said? She was plastered. Come on, think!

I'm not a morning person. It's three in the afternoon!

Where were you at 4.00am? Helping my son Michael throw up.

She was mumbling about dirty something...

Dirty...dirty sex, wasn't that it?

No, it was dirty...fix! Dirty fix sheet.

Maybe she ran numbers. Anything else?

Red man. That's right... red man off of something.

Red man? Pier. Off a pier. Maybe an Indian on a pier.

- I still think it was dirty sex. - Too many hookers!

Would somebody tell me what's going on? Our Jane Doe, sir.

She came here last night. We're reconstructing what she said.

What'd she say? She was drunk.

Coleman thinks he heard "dirty fix sheet". I heard "dirty sex". We both heard "red man".

Wait. Hocus-pocus! Remember that, La Guardia?

Hocus-pocus!

You people drunk? No, she was. The bag lady. Oh, that's terrific.

In the meantime, could we all get back to work?

Cagney and Lacey, the medical examiner's.

La Guardia, you're in court. Coleman...

..you go back to bed. Yes, sir.

Ladies, don't forget you're expected at City College, 5.00pm. Room 317, graduate employment seminar.

One week! I'm giving him one week, then he can get professional recruiters.

Want me to skip the Latin? Yeah.

We need time of death, probable cause, identifications of IMO.

Let's see. She died between 10pm and midnight last night.

Cause of death, cerebral haemorrhage brought on by blunt instrument... Hit on the head?

Very hard. From the fractures it was a lead pipe, a tyre iron, or a gun.

No fragments. Was she drunk?

Blood alcohol level. Here we go. 0.10%. Technically, yes.

Driving, she'd be DWI but not blind drunk. Maybe a half bottle of wine.

Description? 5ft, 4? inches. 97lbs. That all? What?

Evidence of malnutrition. Missing some teeth. How old?

That's weird. At first I had her around 50, or older.

But organs and skin tone showed she was much younger. I'd make her around 35. 35?

You age fast in the subways. All right. Can you help us with the ID?

We took photos and prints but she maybe hasn't a record. Possessions?

Clothes are all old. No labels.

Personal property. Two subway tokens, 31 cents,

a corkscrew, half-eaten candy bar, empty lipstick tube, a St Anthony's medal. And a rhinestone tiara.

OK. Send us a copy of that, could you, Keppler? You got it.

So what happens to her? The usual?

Yeah. After 15 days we dump her in a plot and throw some dirt over her.

Without a name? She's got a name.

Jane Doe, number 37.

Thank you.

What? I just remembered something. Can you do the City College thing without me?

You're kidding me! No, I forgot I've a dental appointment. I barely have time for a cab. Right.

So will you cover for me? Right.

I owe you one. Right.

Hey! Keys. Oh! Right.

Excuse me. Coffee's in the urn and dinner's at six.

I need some information... When I've finished.

I'm a police officer. 14th squad.

This gonna take long?

A woman was killed last night... Sssh!

Come with me.

Don't want them to hear. They find out, they get hysterical.

And I got hundreds just begging to sleep on my floor.

Tell me, why is it you only show up AFTER one of them gets killed?

We do what we can. Don't we all?

The dead woman's name...well, she called herself Mary, Queen of Scots.

Did you know her?

Sorry.

Can you tell me anything about her?

Here. Make yourself useful. Take that pot of potatoes and cut them into small pieces.

Well, she used to come in here now and then.

More then than now.

Used to say to me she didn't like hand-outs. So I did what I could for her but...

You do this every day? Two meals a day when I got stuff to feed them.

Used to have beds till the city cut me down.

Said I was not the code. They'd rather they slept in subways.

Apparently, it's healthier. Did she have any friends?

No. These women don't form friendships.

You get paranoid when all you own fits in a couple of shopping bags.

Make those slices smaller. Sorry. Got to last. OK.

Would you get me those carrots? Yeah.

There must've been someone, a friend of some kind?

There was a man used to hang about... right there, that's good...Maurice.

Maurice? Mm-hm.

50-ish. Short. With stubble. Hit the sauce a lot. Where can I find him? Haven't seen him in weeks.

Can't you tell me anything? She had a name. She came from somewhere!

Was that funny? Oh no, it's just... Probably East Podunk.

A typical woman comes to New York, for work, excitement, whatever.

Gets a job, loses it, falls behind with her rent so they throw her out.

She puts her things in a locker and sleeps on the train one night.

Two nights. Maybe three. Before she knows it, it's a way of life.

You'd be amazed how many there are out there.

A lot of them started out just like you. Pretty, middle class ladies.

You married, honey? Uh-uh.

Any money in the bank? Not much.

Couldn't happen to you, right?

Of course not!

It always happens to somebody else.

It's funny. You start off being queen of the senior prom and you wind up being queen of the BMT.

Take it out the oven when the top is light brown.

Light brown means light brown as opposed to dark brown.

If you overcook my lasagne, you're going to wear it!

I'll talk to you in a while.

How's the tooth? Much better.

Thank you. How was City College?

You'd have loved it. They wanted to know about retirement and pensions.

One asked if she'd to pay parking tickets.

You want lasagne? It should be good if Harvey doesn't worry it to death.

No thanks. I'm going to work tonight. Need me?

No. You sound awful. Go to bed. Take the pasta with you.

If there's any left, bring it tomorrow.

Are you sure? Yes. It's much better the second day. See you tomorrow. OK.

Love to Harvey and the kids. Uh-huh.

THUNDER

Nippy out there this morning, isn't it? Yeah.

I hate to send my boys down in weather like this.

You want some of this? No. Thanks.

You sure?

No, it's OK. Regulations permit a sip of medicinal brandy when diving.

If they don't find something soon, I'm bringing them up.

Maybe the body drifted, you know?

How long you been diving for stiffs, detective?

'Lieutenant, we got something.'

Yes. We'll make sure they get the paperwork.

Benny Bartelli, boss from Brooklyn. Handcuffed, two slugs in his head.

Positive ID? Yeah. Organised Crime Control Bureau's got a book on him.

So can we get on it? No. What? Chris turned up the body.

Come on, lieutenant. It's our case.

WAS your case. Not now.

Organised Crime deals with gang-related cases.

What about Jane Doe? They think the two cases are connected.

She witnessed the dumping. So, presumably the same guy who killed Bartelli came back to shut her up.

Sound plausible? Yes, sir.

OK.

Cagney, you better get up to OCCB some time today,

and turn over your case file. The officer's name is Gilbert Travis.

It isn't fair.

Since when is life fair? Huh, Lacey?

But I got terrific news for you.

I got a call from Community Affairs. They love your recruiting job.

Glad somebody's getting a bang out of it. They've been trying to fund a TV commercial.

A "Join the Force, see the world" kind of thing.

Today, authorisation came through, and guess who they chose to star in it?

The both of you. Us?

No.

What you got?

Perfect, absolutely perfect. Something to drink?

White wine? Mineral water? No, thank you.

Terrific look. Just terrific.

We've never done this before. Nothing to worry about. Act natural.

We're not actors. We're police. That's what I want. Real people.

I want to give this spot the feel of the streets.

We know streets. We could give that. Precisely. From your gut.

Huh? Motivation. Dimension. The patina of realism over the glitz.

Look, could we just do whatever it is you do? I'm kind of pressed for time.

Sure, sure.

You know, I was afraid they were going to send me a couple of beach bunnies, straight from Malibu.

But you two have got... a girl on the subway look.

Real, down to earth, not overly good-looking. You mean it? It's us.

Did Chris come in?

Isn't that Loretta Lacey, the star?

She looks great. Have you seen "Gentlemen Prefer Cops"?

I'm going to get her autograph.

Miss, sign my rap sheet! Knock it off!

Temperamental! I should say so!

# Hooray for Hollywood! Da-da-da... Hollywood! #

Jealous. Jealous.

Oh!

PHONE RINGING

Lacey.

Hi. Hi. What happened at OCCB? Nothing. I turned over my file and they thanked me.

Anything on Jane Doe? No, when I said she'd probably nothing to do with Bartelli, they tuned out.

That stinks. I thought so.

Tell Samuels I went straight home after OCCB, away for the weekend.

What I'm saying or you're doing? Have a nice one. Your birthday...

You promised! Stop! I broke down. The sweater is yellow with covered buttons.

Mary Beth... Happy birthday. Thank you.

Did you snuff over a parking meter, Maurice?

90, 95, $1.10, $1.20, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

Give me a shot of your good Scotch.

Yeah? Beer.

You again!

I told you all I know. I'm looking for Maurice. Can you help me?

(The hat?)

Thank you.

Maurice?

Can't you let me have a drink in peace? I heard you knew Mary.

I don't mind telling you, I am fed up with you people.

Got no social graces.

Come around here like a locust, asking questions.

No matter. I hate cops. I'm not a cop.

Glad to hear it.

They don't even have the decency to buy you a drink.

You're kidding! That's awful. Could we have a drink over here?

And just keep the bottle.

Mary was my aunt.

I'm trying to find out what happened to her.

From Springfield?

Yes, that's right. Shame about Mary.

Should've kept her mouth shut.

Here.

I can tell, you've been brought up right.

Thank you.

When was the last time you saw Mary? The night she got killed.

It was right after she went to the cops.

They wouldn't listen so she told me.

What'd she tell you?

I didn't tell the cops this

because they have no manners. That's what I've heard. Yeah. Mmm.

But, er, she saw what was written on the truck.

What d'you mean? Pandora Trucking Inc.

Hohocus, New Jersey.

I...I love that word.

Ho-ho-cus. Sounds like Pocahontas, yeah?

Yeah.

What else did she tell you?

Nothing.

Just that she was scared and was heading for Port Authority where there were people around.

Maurice, I'm going to give you my home phone number.

I want you to call me if you remember anything else. Call day or night, OK?

I'm going to put it right here. Here.

I'm glad Mary had a friend.

That bottle's nearly half-gone already, isn't it?

The trucking company is in Hohocus. Hocus-pocus. Pocahontas. Get it?

Can you run it through your computer?

The operator's gone home. Lucky you caught me at this hour.

They could get Maurice. The longer we wait, the easier they'll bury it.

I don't think you understand us. This isn't SWAT. We're careful.

You've already got two murders! Do you know how many mob murders there are in this city every year?

Would you at least follow up on the Jane Doe identification? All right.

How? Call the Springfield Police and see if there's a missing person's file.

OK, we'll look into it. Springfield? Yeah.

Better hurry or I'm going to miss the last express.

When? 10.23. When are you going to call Springfield? It'll take time.

They'll bury her not knowing who she was!

There was no material evidence on the body.

You aren't even going to check Springfield!

Sure we are. I'll tell you if we come up with something. OK?

Don't bother.

DOORBELL RINGING Uh?

What time is it? 12.12.

DOORBELL RINGING

Who visits at this hour?

It's probably 4b drunk again. Rizzuto, that's who it is. I'm gonna kill him. That's what I'm gonna do!

DOORBELL RINGING All right, all right!

It's Chris.

Champagne!

D'you have any idea what time it is? I want to drink champagne.

You'll notice we're drinking this French champagne out of American cups.

We've got glasses. Because all my crystal is smashed.

The Irish crystal that my mother left me.

What's going on?

It's my birthday. My father stood me up,

Stewart is God-knows-where, we're stuck on recruiting,

and my loft is trashed. Who says you can't have it all?

Cheers! Oh, Chris!

The crystal in your loft? For God's sake! Don't they know you're a cop?

They took pictures of my parents when they were still together and cut them.

They slashed my couches. They threw ketchup over everything. Sit down. My clothes. My...

The note said, "Back off".

Do you love it? I'm going to nail those bastards.

Get angry! Don't talk nonsense. You're scaring me.

OCCB are paid to handle that.

OCCB! What, like they care? What about Mary? Does OCCB care about her?

Hell, no!

Harvey, this woman died weighing 97lbs. She was Mary Beth's and my age.

Tell me how this happens.

She died, no family, no friends, her life in a shopping bag. It happens.

It could happen to any of us. Not to me!

I don't know. She just died so alone... We all of us die alone.

But we die with a name! Her name wasn't Jane Doe, number 37. She had a name and I'll find it.

Mmm.

Mary, Queen of Scots.

As you can see, police work is rewarding and fulfilling.

It affords... CUT!

Not quite. I don't want you looking there when you're saying your lines.

Where do I look? At the camera. You said the bad guys were over there.

They are but I need you to look at the camera. Mmm?

Right.

OK. Let's do it again.

Doing it again?

Oh! Er...

Cut!

Police work is rewarding and fulfilling.

It offers training in criminology and... (Community relations.)

CUT!

I know it. Community relations. Terrific!

Police work is exciting and fulfilling.

And...er...

Cut! Community relations...

Cut! What?

Cut! Cut! CUT!

There's never been a better time for women to join. You can continue

with your education while serving

in the NPYD. Cut! NYPD!

Suppose we take a break, OK? I'm sorry.

I never felt so stupid. That's all right. This is a stupid business.

I'd be worried about you if you didn't. He's disappointed. Do you care?

Hey, Cagney!

New career? Look, I'm kind of busy.

You should know your lead panned out.

It led us to Pandora Truck, a front operated from Queen's.

We think we know the trigger man. Terrific(!) Wait!

You want to come on the collar? You don't need me.

No, but I thought you might like to be in on it.

Sorry, Mary Beth. Christine! I owe you two!

Wha...?

Where's she going? She can't leave. She just did, sir.

Bronson, Cagney. Cagney, Bronson. Hi. Any movement?

No. Send someone round. Sweeney!

All right, let's go. Stay close.

Open up! Police.

I hear someone. CHILD CRYING

Krovak! We've the house surrounded.

Open the door slowly and come out with your hands high.

You hear me? You wanna bust it down?

I don't know where he is. You'll have to open up, ma'am.

I'll get the tear gas. Wait! There's a baby in there.

She's right. Bust it.

He's not here, I swear it!

Search it. Where is he? I don't know.

- He didn't come home. - Did he take his car?

Yes. Is that it in the driveway? Yes!

Victor! Oh, my God! No, no, no! Oh, no!

Lacey.

Please.

Sit down.

Go ahead, sit down. Please.

How's your cold? It's nothing, it's probably just stardust!

I'm going to give this to you straight. What?

Sometimes things just don't work out, know what I mean? Sir?

Things are entirely outside our control.

Could we get to the point? I just got a call from Community Relations. You're fired from the commercial.

Yes, sir, thank you, sir. You're happy?

Well, sir, I...

I got no business being an actress.

Matter of fact, they're hiring real ones.

Oh!

So they probably got some blonde beach bunnies off of Malibu, right?

Probably.

Well, that's er...

That's showbusiness.

If you say so, sir. Take care of your cold. Yes, sir.

Officer Cagney!

Guess what?

We got fired off of that commercial. Are you glad? Oh yeah, that's great.

So, did you go on that collar?

Yeah. And?

And I wish I hadn't.

PHONE RINGING

Detective Lacey, 14th.

Hold on.

Chris, it's that records clerk from Springfield. Mmm.

Detective Cagney.

Yes, that's right.

OK.

All right. Thank you. I'll have that verified and get back to you.

Now, what is that?

Mary Dunstan, aged 34, disappeared April 7, 1977. Is that her?

Probably.

Married and two children.

So she had a husband. She had... She had a family.

CRYING Hey!

Are you crying?

No.

Pull yourself together. Take this. What are you crying for?

Hell, nobody else is!

You OK? Yeah.

I'm fine.

Thank you. Sure.

Give me that. Please.

Keppler? This is Cagney, 14th squad.

Listen, I think I have the name for the Jane Doe, number 37.

You got a pencil?

I'll hold.

Right.

Hey guys! It's my birthday. Who's going to buy me a drink?

Subtitles by Martin Maguire BBC - 1994