Choices Cagney and Lacey

Dammit!

-Who invented these stupid things anyway?!

-Not me.

-21 minutes to - we're gonna be late.

-Why am I out of hose?!

I don't know. What's up? You've been crazy all week.

Every time I put one of these things on, I put my foot right through it!

-Ow! Dammit!

-What?

-Ow!

Let me see it! Have you got a Band-Aid? I'll get a Band-Aid.

-Where is it?

-In the medicine cabinet!

Get ready! Judge Burns will hold us in contempt.

I'll tell him about my morning - plead insanity.

-The hot water went out in the middle of my shower, conditioner on my hair, then...

-You lose a nail.

Ow! Then I broke my coffee cup, all over my brand-new Italian suit!

This new miracle cleaning fluid left a ring, probably permanent,

and I don't even own a pair of stockings a hooker would wear.

Right here, take these. Let's go.

-No, those are wet...

-19 minutes, Christine!

-All right.

All right. Wait. Wait a minute.

Oh, wait.

Wait. OK.

-These things are still soaking wet.

-You wanna rehearse with me? You know how rattled I get in court.

-Yeah, OK.

-You're the Assistant DA.

-Mr Wonderful himself!

Detective Lacey, drawing your attention to the day in question,

under what circumstances did you first see Mr George Poulianakis?

-I first saw Mr Poulian...Pouli... What is it?

-Poulianakis.

-Poulianakis, Poulianakis. Let me start again, OK?

-OK.

-I first saw the victim...

-No, objection.

I'm the defence attorney too. He's the alleged victim. Have you ever put on wet pantyhose in a car?

-Sorry.

-I first saw the alleged victim when we were called to his house

some 18 months, 22 days ago on East 20th St. There were prior incidents with Nolan -

harassment of his tenants to get them to move so that he could turn the place into a co-op.

-No, objection. That is hearsay, motion to strike.

-Oh, hearsay.

Please just answer the question. What did you see when you first went in the apartment building?

Mr Poulianakis's... His door was locked.

-And what did you do?

-My partner and I...

-Well, actually, it was more my partner than me...

-Will you just get on with the answer?

-Yes, sir.

We broke his door down. ..Turning here. Hey!

Please tell the court why you broke down Mr Poulianakis's door.

OK, we can hear moaning inside, and also there was this woman in there,

Mrs Rose Skimmons, who had informed us... Isn't that hearsay?

-Just answer the questions, Detective.

-Mrs Rose Skimmons... How come this isn't hearsay too?!

-Not introduced where truth of the matter is certain.

-How do you know all this?

-I'm asking the questions.

Yes, sir. What was the question?

Give me the keys. I left my briefcase. Why did you break down Mr Poulianakis's door?

Because Mrs Skimmons said that she thought he was injured inside.

-And what did you see when you got in there?

-That was very sad...

-Objection.

-What?

-Prejudicial to my client.

Mr Poulianakis was laying on his bed and he was half-frozen with the cold and he was badly beaten up.

He couldn't even get up out his bed and go for help, because after Mr...

Wait. OK.

After...?

After Mr Nolan beat him up, then he stole Mr Poulianakis's walker...

-Objection.

-What?

-Objection! I move for a mistrial.

-Wait, Christine! I told you I get rattled in court.

Mary Beth, everybody does. It's like walking through a minefield.

-YOU don't.

-It doesn't matter. We'll get up there, and the defence attorney'll ask for a continuation.

-The judge told him last time this is the last one.

-Terrific. Come on.

If people say to you, "Your cheque's in the mail," you probably believe that. ..Excuse me.

She's a novelty dancer. She does this French chocolate number. ..Come on, Mick.

French chocolate, huh? Sounds like a real prize, Victor(!)

She says to me last night, "Victor, where is this relationship going?"

-It's a reasonable question.

-Don't be a wimp. You know what I said?

"Let's just see where it goes. No strings, no attachments."

And you know what she says?

What does Bon-Bon say, Victor?

She says she doesn't wanna wind up in three months

sitting outside the 14th Precinct in a car having the same conversation.

-Thanks for sharing.

-How do we know what'll happen in three months? I could be dead. We ALL could be dead.

-They scheduled the sergeants' examination.

-Yeah?

Lieutenant, did you see this? They scheduled a sergeants' examination in three months.

-Yeah. It's great.

-About time.

-They only give them every four years.

-What's the odds?

-It's a long shot, Isbecki, but it's worth it.

You get your 5Gs right off the bat.

5,000 would certainly help Lauren's college education.

College?! Lauren's not even two.

-19 months, 6 days. Have you seen the new picture?

-Yeah, you showed that to me already.

-I did?

-How about you?

-Yeah, you showed it to me yesterday.

-What am I gonna do about Bon-Bon?

-Forget Bon-Bon, Victor!

Bye-bye, Bon-Bon.

You didn't even object! You just rolled over and played dead!

-Watch it.

-She's right, Mr Burke.

-Leonard Nolan has been out on bail all this time, laughing at us!

Are you two through ventilating?

-I'm not any happier about this than you are.

-How come you just sat there?

Nolan's lawyers are giving jury instructions in Federal Court.

-That means that we trail till Monday, like it or not. Comprende?

-No, I think it stinks! Comprende?

Nolan's got billion-dollar-a-year lawyers and we get YOU. How in hell do we have a chance with you?!

Thank you so much(!)

-She didn't mean anything.

-She did.

-Don't argue with him.

But it doesn't bother me. I will beat the posterior off of Nolan's lawyers.

Because I'm incredibly skilful,

-and George Poulianakis is one of the greatest witness to grace a courtroom.

-If he ever gets a chance!

A face like your favourite grandfather, but a mind like a steel trap.

They'll look like Attila the Hun if they go after him and I love it.

-I'm so glad you're happy.

-Well, I'm glad that you're glad, but I have one problem.

-What is that, sir?

-Mr Poulianakis did not show up today.

-The man is probably sick from all the delays.

He's a 76-year-old semi-invalid! He's been here 20, 30 times. ..How many? ..20, 30 times!

-She's getting boring. Please get her home.

-Yes, sir.

-Get Poulianakis in court on Monday.

-Yes, sir.

He's on our side and he's all we've got!

-We shouldn't go out of our way to antagonise him!

-Did you see this?

-I didn't go out of my way! He got in it!

-Interesting distinction.

We don't have to kiss up to him and he doesn't have to like us.

The press will cover that trial and Mr Wonderful won't do anything to blow his big opportunity.

-I'm calling Mr Poulianakis to find out why he wasn't there.

-Don't take his head off. A little respect.

Thank you, Emily Post(!)

-Is Cagney acting like a nutcase or what?

-She seems all right to me.

Yeah, Mr Poulianakis, please.

What?

When?

Uh...I'm sorry.

Hey!

Christine?

-Hey, wait up!

-Oh, yeah, she's fine. She looks fine to me too(!)

-What?

-Christine?

-Yeah?

-CHRISTINE SNIFFS

Hey, Chris? What is it?

-Mr Poulianakis...

-What?

-..went into a coma three days ago and he died last night.

-Oh, Lord!

Oh, Jeez!

Hey. Hey, Chris. This is very sad about Mr Poulianak...

I never saw you like this before.

What, it's something else, huh? ..Oh, getting to you all at once?

-No...

-I know what that's like. Look, I know that you don't like to talk about your problems,

-and I don't like to push, so cry if you want.

-No...

-It's good for you.

-It's OK, I feel stupid.

-Don't be silly. A good cry's sometimes the best thing.

Know those tearjerker movies? I could cry for hours. One time,

when I was pregnant with Michael, I couldn't stop. I cried for a week.

Poor Harv thought I was miserable, but it was just hormones.

What?

Oh, Chris, come on. You gotta give me a clue here so I can help you.

-You got a clue.

-Hmm? What?

All I said was hormones. When you're pregnant...

Pregnant?

Uh-huh.

Pregnant?!

It happens.

This is... This is unexpected.

Tell me about it!

Who...who...who is the father?

-Mary Beth, let's not even talk about it, OK...?

-Do you know who it is?

Yes, I know who it is!

-Maybe...maybe I'm not. I'm only a few days late.

-How many days?

-Two weeks.

-Two weeks?!

-Don't you yell at me!

-Have you spoken to the father?

-..No, he's out of town on business.

-There's telephones, Christine.

-You said you didn't wanna push!

I am concerned here. Now, who is it?

It's Neil.

Neil Riley? The one with the wife who does not understand him?

-He's divorced.

-Since when?

He was separated when I met him, Mary Beth! I told you and you never listened.

And what, he got divorced for you, huh?

No. He just got divorced.

-You always really liked Neil.

-Uh-huh.

So this is good.

-Yeah, it's great(!)

-No, I mean it. Maybe it's time that you settled down

and this...getting pregnant is a sign or something. Oh, it's wonderful!

Mary Beth, those corny movies you watch, they have warped your mind.

What would be so bad? You're crazy for Neil and good with children...

-I'm probably not even pregnant.

-There you go again with that head in the sand. This won't go away.

You know, Mary Beth, I will probably get my period today if we just stop talking about it.

We've got a case going down the tubes. We've gotta go see the D...

I gotta fix my face.

-Uh, shoes.

-..Oh, shoes.

Come on, Mary Beth. We have to go to work.

-Where is he, anyways?

-Obviously still in court. They haven't broken for recess yet.

Not the DA!

Neil Riley.

Hong Kong. Can we drop this?

-I'll see you in judges' chambers this afternoon.

-Mr Burke.

-What are you doing here?

-George Poulianakis died last night.

No.

Why now?

Why does everything happen to me?!

-To YOU? Mr Poulianakis died.

-Well, we can kiss that case goodbye.

That was the defence strategy -

keep continuing the case until the eyewitness went senile or died.

-Nice profession(!)

-But we still have Mr Poulianakis's transcript, right? From the Grand Jury.

-We can introduce that at trial, can't we?

-Sure. Then the defence lawyers can eat me for breakfast.

-Hm!

-No opportunity to cross-examine or observe his demeanour in court.

He could have been mistaken in his identity - 76 years old, after all, memory problems as we grow older.

Reasonable doubt - not guilty. Kiss it off, Detective.

"Kiss it off"?

What do you mean, "Kiss it off"?

-The minute defence council hears about Poulianakis, they'll ask for dismissal.

-And?

-I'm not gonna oppose it.

-How did I guess(?)

-I'm not gonna oppose it to avoid double jeopardy attaching.

-I don't understand. What are you saying?

If we call the trial and lose, that's it. But if I dismiss before the trial starts

and you police can build me a winnable case, we can re-file the charges against Nolan at that time.

-And start that continuance business again?

-You're worried about losing a big case with the press watching.

-It's much easier to blame the police.

-Our business is concluded.

-Our case is trailing till Monday? If we come up with something then, would you go ahead?

-Of course!

But I need direct evidence, preferably eyewitness testimony by a reliable witness of good character.

-Maybe there was a group of nuns in the room!

-Get her out of here.

-Yes, sir...

-No problem with me!

-We'll do what we can, sir.

Chris?

Christine Cagney, slow down!

KNOCK AT DOOR

-Mrs Skimmons? Uh, we're Detectives Cagney and Lacey. We want to talk to you about Mr Poulianakis.

-Oh.

-Mind if we come in, ma'am?

-No.

-Hello.

-We were very sorry to hear about your friend, Mrs Skimmons.

-We know that you and Mr Poulianakis were very close.

-Yes. He was a wonderful man.

So full of life, right up to the end.

Would you sit down? BOTH: Thank you.

Just before they took him to the hospital, he brought me a catalogue from the art museum.

He said we'd go once he got better.

Of course, he...he never left the hospital. And I...

I very seldom leave my room any more.

So much crime these days. Especially against old people.

Walking victims, that's what they say, don't they?

Oh, could I get you some tea?

No, thank you. ..Chris, do you need anything?

-No, thank you.

-Mrs Skimmons, it's been a long time,

but we'd like you to try and recall anything you may have seen or heard when Mr Poulianakis was assaulted.

I didn't see or hear ANYTHING. I thought I explained that before.

We have had a very frustrating day.

The Assistant DA has told us that unless another witness comes forth,

he'll throw this out. Mr Nolan, who beat up your friend, won't be brought to justice for that crime.

I can't think it's that serious. You can bear witness

to what Mr Poulianakis said and the identification he made at your HQ.

It's just not that simple, Mrs Skimmons.

-Nice and warm in here.

-Yes.

-Mr Nolan has not been fooling with the boilers?

No, everything's very well tended. He even painted the halls a few months ago.

-Nice guy.

-I guess I'm lucky to have this apartment.

A woman I know, when they changed her place into a co-op, she had nowhere to go.

I have a roof over my head. I should count my blessings, shouldn't I?

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, that poor woman. She's scared to death of everything.

Yeah, well, she better get ready. Nolan won't harass his tenants with this court case pending,

-but as soon as it's settled, he's gonna throw them all out of here.

-So where are we?

-Nowhere.

-Hey. It's late. You want to pick up on this tomorrow?

-Yeah.

-You OK?

-Mmm.

-Do me a favour, will you? See a doctor or something.

OK.

There's laws against shoplifting. I suggest now you've opened that...

No, please, I'd like to take this.

-It's for a friend.

-Hm.

Maybe gift-wrapped.

Here's looking at you, kid.

"Wait at least three days after a missed period."

Well, I did that.

"Add contents of vial to test tube which contains test chemical."

"First take morning urine...

"Fir... Take first morning urine.

"Drop one drop into test tube. Shake vigorously.

"Place test tube in holder

"and leave undisturbed for two hours before reading the results."

Hi.

DOOR OPENS

-Why aren't you with the doctor?

-Mary Beth, it's...

Ignoring this will not make it go away. You have to be responsible.

This is a human life - a precious little person - not some boyfriend you can dump when you feel like it!

-Mary Beth!

-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to lecture you, but I'm frustrated!

-I took the test! I guess I'm not.

-What do you mean "guess"?

-All right, I'm not.

-Oh.

Not pregnant?

-Well, that's good. Congratulations.

-Thanks.

-What? What, you're not happy?

-No, I am. I'm...relieved.

What would I do with a baby, especially under these conditions?

Not...ideal...

It's just that, um...

-What?

-I don't know.

I'm 38 years old, Mary Beth.

The biological clock is ticking away here, and I can't stop it.

If I'm going to have a baby, I have to have one soon or not at all.

And I think I'd like to have one.

In the last couple of days, I... I was talking to it.

Why is everything so complicated?!

What is complicated? Get married. Marry Neil and have a baby.

-I don't want a baby!

-What do you want?!

-I don't know what I want!

I don't want somebody saying, "I can't have"! It's not fair!

Men choose - 60, 70, 80 years old, they can decide to have families!

Why do I have to decide now?!

Because that's the way it is.

Come on, we're going to Rikers Island this morning.

Yeah, Anthony Nunzio - that punk that was working for Nolan -

-he went up for stolen goods.

-We are in the middle of something here!

Talk on the way. I'll be a captive audience, just how you love it.

-I'm trying to be a friend here, is all. If you're not interested, forget it.

-Be a friend later, OK?

This case'll be dismissed by Monday if we don't get off our behinds.

My personal dramas can wait. Honest. This case will not.

Come on.

See, now they're both acting like fruitcakes.

That's why women live longer than us - they don't keep everything in.

Actuarially speaking, you could live eight years longer if you let your emotions out, like women do.

-No kidding.

-Think - eight more years with Bon-Bon.

-Bon-Bon's history.

-So was Blanche(!)

-Who's Blanche?

-Meter maid, 6th Avenue.

Hey, she was going to night school, taking up pharmacy.

All right, let's do some business.

So...

..your group calls itself The Vermin and you say that on Sunday somebody stole your mother's van?

Why should I talk to you? I know my rights.

You should talk to us cos you were stupid enough to get collared again

which makes you...sort of an idiot

and a prime candidate for the Persistent Felons Programme.

-So you think this is news to me?

-No. That was just the bad news.

The good news is you'll be eligible for Medicare when you get out.

Mr Nunzio, you testified that you were not present

-on the day of Mr Poulianakis' assault.

-Yeah.

You said, quote, "Nolan handled it. He said he was better with people.

"So Mickey and I just did some jobs for him -

"busting up the boiler, tearing down some mailboxes..." unquote.

Uh...

If I change my mind, are you saying you'd help me out on a slim brief?

-No, what we are saying...

-It's possible...

..depending on what you do for us.

So, like, what do you need?

Uh...

Actually, that's wrong. I WAS there when Nolan beat up the old guy.

See, I didn't know he was going to do it,

and then after he started, I asked him to stop.

Nolan... is not a guy you want to mess with.

So I was afraid... to say all this...

before...

That's good.

Would you be willing to testify to that in court?

Sure. When?

-We'll talk.

-OK.

Yeah? Now we're perjuring evidence!

-What are you doing?!

-What are YOU doing?!

-I want to know what you are doing.

-I am making a phone call, a personal phone call.

I told you I would not call the DA until we discussed it tomorrow.

OK. Sorry.

Uh, yeah, Neil Reilly, please.

Christine Cagney calling.

Oh, um, I thought he was due back today.

I see. That's all right. No, no message.

It's this damn case, Mary Beth. I just hate it.

Remember when we first collared Nolan?

Dory McKenna...

I really loved that man. I did,

but he was more interested in white powder than in me, and now...

-Neil Reilly?

-His secretary says he's out of town.

-And he's not?

I don't know. He probably is.

-Well, what's the problem?

-Because I thought she was lying.

Oh.

It made me... I got so embarrassed.

Possessive...

-Well, it happens.

-But I hate being embarrassed! I just hate it.

Don't tell me - Christine Cagney has experienced a human emotion(!)

Quick, pick up the rug and sweep it under again.

I gotta go.

-You want to have dinner with me?

-I'm having dinner with Charlie.

-Oh, nice!

-I'll see you tomorrow.

-Say hi to your dad for me.

-I will.

No, honest, Dad, it's OK.

I do... No, I do understand.

It wasn't even a big deal, honest. I just wanted to talk to you,

look at your face...

Yeah, OK. No, next week's good.

And put a buck in the slot machine for me, OK?

All right. Bye, Charlie.

"Section 26501 of the Penal Law - possession of a kung-fu star

"is criminal possession of a weapon, a Class-A misdemeanour."

-Now, did you know that, Marcus?

-Yes.

-What about a 170.02?

-Divestiture of jurisdiction by indictment.

-What about the old 180.45?

-Sports bribes, receiving.

-Felony or misdemeanour?

-Felony, Class E.

You know your problem, Marcus? You study too much.

You're going to turn into one of those hunched old people with bad eyes, no social life...

no girls...no more kids... no more horse-back riding...

Yes...

and with sergeant stripes!

-All right. Thank you very much.

-Morning, Christine.

-How was your

-dad? Thank you.

He went to Atlantic City...

-but Neil called me.

-Oh, was that him on the phone just now?

-No.

That was our Assistant DA. I was talking to him about Nunzio.

You were what? YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU...

It doesn't matter! Burke was not interested.

-Oh. Why not?

-Because Nunzio's a junkie with a record

-and his testimony would never hold up in court.

-What a surprise(!)

-It's OK. I'm onto something else anyway.

-Do I want to hear this?

Uh-huh. Mrs Skimmons.

Don't tell me - we'll get Mrs Skimmons to perjure herself too.

We'll get Mrs Skimmons to tell the truth.

Sit down. Look at this.

In her statement, she said she went down to get Mr Poulianakis for their weekly trip to the library.

-There was no answer. She became frightened so she called us.

-Yeah.

That call was logged in here at 9.48am on a Tuesday.

I called the library. On Tuesdays, they do not open until noon.

Maybe she went to get him early.

Maybe, but I don't think so. I think something scared her.

I think she saw Leonard Nolan let himself in to that apartment, shut the door and then she called us.

Good. You are good.

Mm-hm.

-Croissants in the car?

-Mm-hm.

SYNTHESIZER MUSIC

Those boys there...

Don't worry. Christine will give her bad-cop stare. ..Show them.

-Hey, how's it going?

-ALL: He-e-ey!

He-e-ey!

The air feels so good. It's nice to be out of the house.

-You said that you stay in a lot, because you're frightened.

-Yes, I see and hear such dreadful things.

That makes me sad and angry. ..A nice woman like her, so frightened she's a prisoner in her own home.

This is what keeps me going in my job, trying to make things better.

Although sometimes that seems impossible.

I appreciate what you're doing. I'm glad someone's trying at least.

That's my point, I guess. Trying is better than doing nothing at all.

We can't do this by ourselves. Our legal system is so frustrating -

a bad man like Leonard Nolan, he can take it, bend it, make the rest of us feel like monkeys.

Mr Poulianakis got so frustrated going to court time after time!

I know! ..Do we know?!

But I regret it cos the system was eventually going to work, because Mr Poulianakis was doing his part,

but when we have nobody to help us...we don't stand a chance.

We know you're frightened, but we need your testimony in court.

Ma'am, one thing I know for sure is that Leonard Nolan brutally assaulted Mr Poulianakis.

Had he not done so, maybe Mr Poulianakis would still be alive.

Leonard Nolan deserves to be punished for that despicable act,

but the way things stand, we're waiting for God to do it...unless you come forward, Mrs Skimmons,

and give us the help that we need.

I saw Mr Nolan come in, so I hurried back into my apartment.

I looked through my peephole and saw him going into Mr Poulianakis's.

-How did he get in?

-He used his passkey.

-And then what happened?

Even through the door, I could hear Mr Poulianakis crying out for help.

-That's when I called you. I should have done more, but I didn't know what to do.

-You did fine, ma'am.

Did you see Mr Nolan again that day?

Yes, I watched him leave the apartment. He was carrying Mr Poulianakis' walker.

When he'd gone, I tried the door, but Mr Nolan must have had locked it.

I called out to Mr Poulianakis

and said, "Hold on. There's help coming."

Then I went back to my apartment

and waited for the police to arrive.

Thank you, Mrs Skimmons. We know that that was hard for you.

-Do we have a case?

-Just one last question.

You never came forward before with this information.

In court, the defence lawyer would ask why.

I'm not a brave woman, Mr Burke.

For the last ten years, I haven't asked much of life - just not to be hurt.

I was afraid Mr Nolan would... retaliate against me.

That's all I could think of.

I feel very sorry

and ashamed.

That's not a way to live, is it?

Well, you're doing the right thing now. Huh?

Huh?

We've got a case,

but if you don't mind,

I'll need a few hours of your time to have your statement transcribed.

Don't worry, ma'am. We'll come and pick you up and take you home, OK?

That's very kind, but it's an easy bus ride.

-I was thinking I might stop at the museum on the way.

-Good for you!

-That's wonderful.

And YOU were wonderful. We'll pick you up for court on Monday.

-8 o'clock?

-7.15. We'll take you to breakfast.

-That's a nice idea! Have you been to Stan's? Fabulous.

-Chez Maurice, espresso and crepes. You like Belgian waffles?

-Ladies...

do you think we could discuss menus on Monday?

-Monday. See you then.

-And by the way...thanks.

-So we did good.

-Yeah, we did good.

-Mary Beth, you were wonderful with Mrs Skimmons. I really admire the way you handle witnesses.

-Yeah?

-YOU put it all together.

-We're a great team.

-This is true.

-Let's go out and celebrate how terrific we are.

-Now?

-Oh, you got Harvey and the kids.

-No, I was thinking I would study tonight for the sergeant's exam.

-You got six months!

-YOU'LL probably study the night before and pass!

-Probably!

-Yeah, well, I need six months, Christine!

-No...

five months and 29 days, huh?

Tonight, what do you say we get fried?

OK.

Can you believe that creep?! Weak script, mediocre concept...

-It matched the production value.

-Do they know what a producer does?!

Mannie, sweetheart! Walk and talk, Mannie. Walk and talk...

-Did you call Harvey again?

-Harvey will live.

Harvey's all right. He's OK.

OK?! Harvey's more than OK. Let's drink to Saint Harvey.

-The best man in America.

-He's not a saint.

-OK.

-He's my sweetheart.

-OK.

-OK, what about this Neil person?

-Nothing.

-Nothing? You told me you talked to him.

I talked to him this morning. He called to say how much he liked me.

-That's not nothing. It's something.

-Do you know why he likes me?

I'm so easy to be around.

I'm such an undemanding person

and I'm a cactus.

-I beg your pardon?

-I'm a cactus.

She's a fern.

-Who?

-His wife.

-Is a fern?!

-Yes!

She needs constant watering

and I don't need any attention at all. That's what he told me.

Nothing.

What a bastard! I hope you gave him a piece of your mind!

-It's not HIM. It's me.

-Not him?!

-It isn't!

That Neil is not deserving of you! I don't want you to think that all men are like that miserable Neil.

No, no, there's a good man out there for you. I know it.

Mary Beth, I wouldn't even know a good man if I ran over him.

Bad luck. You had bad luck.

It isn't bad luck! I picked them!

-Every one of them - there's the rub -

-I

-chose them. It was me.

-That doesn't make sense!

-It takes the responsibility off of me

to make a permanent commitment to any one of them.

OK, so...you're a person that wants to live alone.

That's OK! People do that!

But that isn't all I want. I don't want just that.

There's a part of me, a very big part of me, that would like to have a husband and a baby...like you

and a family. Somebody that I can connect with,

that's more than just me all by myself. I'd be a very good mother!

I know that. I know that!

You think I'd be a lousy mother.

I probably would and my kids would end up in therapy blaming me for everything.

And what about being the first female Police Commissioner?

-How do you handle it? I don't know how to do it.

-I don't know either.

-It's very hard.

-It's more than hard. It's impossible!

I thought I had it all figured out. I did. I liked everything that I was. I just loved it.

And then...

I didn't like anything I had and I wanted everything new and different...

..and I don't know what to do.

I don't know what I want and I'm very confused and I just hate it.

Well, I, for one, am very proud of you.

What?! I'm proud of you! Cos you didn't sweep it under the rug.

You let it out and let it hit the air.

You gave sound to the thoughts.

Sound...and air...and then you can start to deal with it!

-You think?

-Yeah! Certainly!

-Let's get another drink.

-OK.

Excuse me. Bartender...do that again!

-Excuse me.

-I gotta get something to eat or I'll be sick on the bar!

-Are you gonna be sick?

-No.

-No?

No, let's call Harvey and invite him to join us.

Your sweetheart, Harv.

-I love Harvey.

-Thank you.

-Yeah, thank you.

-So, so what are you going to do?

-What am I going to do about what?

I mean, what do you think?

-About what?

-Your life.

Oh.

Did you ever see... Gone With The Wind?

-Certainly.

-Remember Scarlett O'Hara?

-Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.

-That was Rhett Butler.

Scarlett and me... I'm going to think about it tomorrow.

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