Out of Control Cagney and Lacey

"She was on my mind and Tom was on my mind.

"I went down the rod by night."

-What is that word?

-"Road."

-Road.

"I saw her standing there by her candle in the window,

"her eyes toward the road and tears in them.

"I wished I could do something, but I couldn't.

"I wouldn't grieve her any more."

Michael, you'll get a belly ache.

You always say hot cookies give me belly ache. How?

Because... that's what MY mother said.

She hides it, but I can always find it.

We've got a dollar on this, right?

Kiss it goodbye, Rivera.

Look at that book. Last year, you couldn't read a book like that.

You worked hard. Are you proud?

-I'm proud of you too. Gimme a bite.

-No.

-Why not?

-They're hot - you'll get a belly ache.

-Very smart! Read me more.

I KNOW it's here somewhere.

Hey, Rob - help me out here.

"It was Tom Sawyer on a mattress and that old doctor and Jim, in her cal..."

Let me see.

"..and Jim, in her calico dress."

-Calico.

-What does calico mean?

-Go get the dictionary.

-It's on Harvey's bookshelf. I can't reach it.

-Baloney!

-You just want time with these cookies.

-Why'd you bake them?

-For after dinner.

I'll get it. ONE more, you hear me, Mister?

Freeze!

Wow! Can I hold it?

-One more step and you've had it!

-Come on. Let me see the gun.

-Still think my mother's a meter maid?

-Come on, Lacey...

-Say it.

Harvey...! Put that gun down.

I'm not fooling around here. Put it on the bed.

Don't...!

Robert, I think you should go home.

-We were just fooling around.

-Please go home!

You were told never to touch this gun.

-I just wanted to show Robert.

-NEVER point a gun.

-It was unloaded...

-NEVER POINT A GUN!

-What might have happened if there'd been an accident?

-OK, OK!

Don't you smart-mouth me!

I trusted you to stay away from that gun. You're 14 years old. You KNOW better! You disobeyed me.

You wanna look like a big deal! You could have blown your friend's head off! Are you hearing me?

Yes, I hear you.

Go to your room.

-Hey...

-Yo?

-Looking for a guy named Uels.

-Uels?

-Uels, right.

-Uels...

-Sam Uels.

-Sam... Like Lieutenant Samuels?

-Right.

Right, follow me.

If I have to stake out one more bathroom...

-I've been in every men's room on Wall Street.

-We'll get him.

-How?

We've been lurking in bathrooms. I feel like a pervert.

Dory... I would like to meet your children.

What do you mean "make plans"? You're always talking about being spontaneous.

I am NOT complaining. I...

I have to get back to work too. Good luck on the Sierra collar.

-Boy - 10, girl - 14.

-That's nice.

Uh-huh.

So, you're finally meeting Dory's kids at last?

-Uh-huh.

-That's nice!

-Mary Beth, that's NOT Dory's fault.

-I didn't say anything!

-You did.

-He has an ex-wife, and he doesn't get to see...

-I didn't...

-Who's catching?

-We are, sir!

-A shooting at 2209 Lexington Avenue.

-Got it!

-Yes, sir.

-2209 Lex!

-Got it!

See that? A shooting.

-Probably a homicide.

-Homicide, yeah.

I need your attention, cos we gotta move fast.

Team A - door-to-door. Team B - plates. Team C - you lucky guys(!)

-Aw!

-Receptacles? If he ditched it, we wanna find it before a citizen.

-Men of the 22nd, thanks for helping!

-They owed us!

-Play nice!

If you do recall hearing anything at all, could you please call us?

Thank you.

Nothing. No tenant reported gunshots.

The walls in this building must be six feet thick! They don't make 'em like this any more!

-Oh, come on!

-Let's walk it.

-From bathrooms to trash cans!

-You're taking this personally, Victor.

I can't help it.

Did you notice anyone in the 22nd in Team C?

We could've drawn vehicles, we could've drawn door-to-door...

Instead, we draw...garbage.

It takes a trained detective to sift through garbage for evidence.

Right. "A dirty job, Victor, but somebody's got to do it."

-How many more after this?

-Two.

-Oh, Lord.

How many yellow sheets have you seen on cat burglars with weapons?

They don't wanna get arrested with weapons on them.

-On 34th Street, they had a sale on support hose. Slow down.

-Listen,

-a cat burglar climbs in and out of windows. Why gun down a 65-year-old man?

-I had them in my hand.

-What?

-Support hose.

I was the next in line at the counter and I couldn't do it.

-'Cagney? Lacey?'

-Yeah, we're here, Petrie.

We got something.

Good police work, huh?

Bread and butter.

-Nitty-gritty work. That's what it's all about, isn't it?

-Yes, Victor.

-Did you and your husband keep a gun in the apartment?

-No.

Was it unusual for him to be here during the day?

SHE GASPS AND SNIFFS

I lost him!

SHE WEEPS

You can hide it in 50 different places. He'll still find it.

I unload the thing every night, Harve. I put it different places...

-A gun's like a magnet to a kid. Doesn't matter where you hide it.

-I'm required to have a gun.

I know. Stupid kid.

We'll think of something. We've got a problem here.

Boys don't really know about guns. They see guns on TV. Boom! The hero gets wounded. Next day he's OK.

-They see their own mother carry a gun.

-Harve, that's our kids.

I told them... From before they could walk, I told them it's not a toy.

I don't know what else I can do.

There are no external injuries noted, period.

The temporal muscles reveal no haemorrhage, period.

Sorry, girls - didn't mean to keep you waiting. It's been hectic.

-It's OK. We called about the Baron case - Harry Baron.

-Baron...

Baron... Baron... Yes.

Harry Baron.

45 calibre bullet entered the right side, rupturing the spleen

and passing through the liver.

After...a page and a half of catastrophic internal damage,

finally lodged against the lumbar spine.

Routine gunshot trauma if it weren't for two things.

Wanna let us in on it?

Sorry. It's not often I get to see anticipation.

There seems to be an incongruity about the powder traces on his hand.

The preliminary report says he was shot at close range by an assailant,

but the powder indicates that he was HOLDING the gun.

You said there were two things.

-The carpet revealed two types of blood.

-The shooter was hit?

-Or he got a nasty cut shaving(!)

-Lieutenant?

-Is that new, sir?

-No more cold pastrami sandwiches.

-Harve and I got a bunch of brochures we always read.

-You know how to turn it on?

-It's electronic.

It's beautiful! You programme it by touching a panel right there.

I got the report from Motor Vehicles. It didn't turn up any stolen cars.

-How about emergency rooms?

-No leads, but someone must have seen him, because he lost a lot of blood...

-You can't do that!

-What?

-Foil sparks up.

-Take off that wrapper. It says so in all the brochures.

-Anyway,

-we got a match on the .45 Isbecki got in the trash.

-Yes?

-It takes a minute.

-What...?

-Uh... Hello...?

-Put it in here...

-Yeah.

-You got a match?

-75 guns were stolen from the National Guard... One minute?

-Yes.

-YES?

-The serial number of the gun that was used in the homicide,

-identifies itself as one of the stolen guns from the 75.

-Wait.

-You're not gonna turn this over to the Major Case Squad?

-It may have to go back to the 16th.

They've been following the gun heist for about eleven months.

-What I don't understand is, if the tin foil...

-Lieutenant?

-Plastic wrap.

-Plastic?

-ENOUGH ABOUT THE OVEN!

Excuse me, but this has happened before with the 16th.

-The Zemansky case? We did all the work. They got the collar.

-One day they'll do all the work

-and you'll get the glory.

-Sure, the first jaywalking felony ever(!)

-That homicide collar really is ours, sir.

-I don't see ANY collars!

You've got to get all your facts together, get an arrest warrant,

-and THEN we'll talk about whose collar it is. Right?

-Right, sir.

-That should ding pretty soon.

-In one minute, huh?

-DING!

-Did it work?

-Oh!

-It's a hot pastrami!

-You should close that door.

-Enjoy it!

-Oh, they put pickles in here...! Hot pickles!

-You dropped a sock.

-Thanks.

You seen my running shoes?

Under the bed.

Don't forget your dental floss.

And your baby oil.

Dory, this is really ridiculous.

-It's easier this way.

-How do you plan to introduce me?

Christine Cagney, my friend.

We ARE friends.

-Aren't we?

-They won't DIE if they find out we're living together.

-I DON'T live here.

-You've been here every night for two months.

-I'm not causing my kids any confusion.

-You've been divorced five years!

-It's not that simple.

Your role in my life should be explained slowly...and in phases.

-I feel like I'm being introduced to your parents. Dory, we're not kids.

-But my kids are.

-It's YOUR problem, not your kids'.

-Chris...

Just let me handle this, OK? Let me handle this my way.

Forgot your robe.

People think you don't know what's going on the back of your cab.

-I can see everything.

-Could you tell how badly he was hurt?

-His arm was hurt. He used the other arm to shut the door.

-Which arm?

Let's see... It was his left arm. He was sweating, breathing heavy. I says, "Buddy, you OK?"

He says - "I got knifed in a bar. You should've seen the other guy." That's baloney, right?

We don't know. We'll find out.

I knew it then. He was lying. You get a sixth sense after a while.

-I can tell you if a guy in the back of my cab cheats on his wife.

-You're kidding.

-No.

You dropped him at Lexington Hospital, 4.38pm?

Yeah, I offered to walk him in, get him a wheelchair. He got annoyed. PHONE RINGS

-You have a description?

-Excuse me.

Yeah, he was about 5'10" - 6 ft...

Detective Lacey... Hi, honey. I'm in the middle of something right now...

Did you manage to talk to him?

Not Bobby De Niro, but like that.

-De Niro?

-Yeah, like...

-Lean?

-Like his essence.

-If you saw him far away, you'd be...

-Way far off?

-When you saw him close, you know...

We agreed, Harvey. Let his coach stew. He comes home from school, does his homework, no TV - nothing.

-A professional burglar knows not to check into an ER with a gunshot wound.

-Where did he go?

-He could have got another cab, but no other cabby came forward.

-You think he walked?

-It's cold and he's wounded.

-No. There's some transient hotels near here.

Say our guy has a record and was paroled into this area.

-So, we check it out.

-My feet are killing me.

-You should've bought those support hose.

-You're a laugh a minute(!)

-That's why they pay me big bucks!

032... Well, it looks like a 1.

If you don't reach me, it's a 7.

No, Jerry - I said 7th and West 11th. All cat burglars on parole in this area. I'll wait.

-Thanks, bye.

-Is the computer down again?

-Ten minutes - modern science. You didn't get sodas?

-I only got two hands.

-Let's get some.

-Do you think veal marsala's pushing it?

-The boy's 10?

-Hamburgers, French fries - he won't taste anything - it's like a steam shovel. And the girl?

-14.

Probably on a diet - wants one shrimp and a piece of lettuce.

-Isn't anorexia "in"?

-Where I'm from,

-anorexia was if you were less than 10 pounds overweight.

-Two colas.

If Dory pretends he can't find his way to the bathroom, my eyes are gonna cross. He's so nervous.

-And you're not?

-Do I look nervous?

-Just because I'm the new woman in their father's life?

-Thanks.

-If they don't like me, HE won't either!

-It's only dinner.

-You'll get to know each other. I'm sure it'll be very nice.

-Yeah.

I want it to go well, Mary Beth. I want them to like me.

-Kids like me, don't they?

-Yeah.

-Michael?

-Sure.

-Harvey Jnr?

-He has a major crush on you. You're up there with that mermaid girl... Darryl...?

-Gee, I'm worried about him.

-I've never dated anyone younger than 30!

-I know.

-25 tops!

-I'm talking about the gun!

-Excuse me, I'm waiting for a call.

-Tough. I'm MAKING a call.

-It's official police business.

-Yeah, and I'm J Edgar Hoover!

Tell him to hurry up, will you?

-GET OFF THE PHONE!

-Why don't you...?

-Watch the mouth, kid - your hair will turn brown!

Kids...they like me.

PHONE RINGS

Cagney.

Mister? Wanna get lost?

Dean Gorvey?

-Are you in there?

-Oh!

-Open up, it's the police.

-Freeze!

-Oh!

-Hold it right there! Come here!

-Ow! Aaagh!

-HE GROANS

-I'll get an ambulance.

-It's OK, Mr Gorvey.

-Ah!

-It's OK, we'll get you help.

Why should I lie, huh?

Somebody dies during a felony - doesn't matter whose gun it is - it's murder.

But it wasn't MINE! Look... I've been picked up lots of times.

I've never done heavy time. I'm gonna have one good arm and they'll send me to Attica!

-Why would I carry a gun?

-So, whose was it?

A judge will look at all the facts, including your co-operation.

-Where'd the gun come from?

-There were only two of us in the apartment. You figure it out!

KNOCK ON DOOR

-We're here to see Mrs Baron.

-She's unavailable.

-We called a half hour ago. She's expecting us.

-That's why I'm here.

-I'm Mrs Baron's attorney - Stuart Harrigan.

-Like in that song, right?

-We, um... We have reason to believe that Mr Baron was shot with an illegal handgun.

-And?

-If the Barons owned the gun, we want to know where it came from.

-Do you have a warrant?

-Why?

-I advised her not to speak with you.

-You'd rather we took her downtown?

Then you can explain to your lieutenant

why all that effort was expended just to hear the Fifth Amendment.

What do you want, Mr Harrigan?

Immunity from prosecution and from all charges stemming from possession of the weapon.

Good day.

The woman loses a husband, she's got a lawyer there advising her about immunity papers!

Oh, God... Samuels is gonna be thrilled. He HATES immunity papers.

Yeah...

What's the matter?

-Nothing.

-Mary Beth...?

-I don't know how to get him to take this gun thing seriously!

-Take him out on a range and teach him correctly.

-No.

You're a police officer. You've gotta keep a gun.

-I want him to understand about guns and never go near one again.

-There's nothing wrong with guns,

-if you respect them and use them properly.

-They kill people.

-Yes!

-If you take guns away from decent people...

-Only the perps will have guns. I'm not buying it.

-New York has the toughest gun laws in the country.

-I'm talking about my kid!

He's so angry at me, Chris. He doesn't understand why I'm making a big thing.

I have to get through to him. He has to know it's not the movies.

When you're dead, you're dead. You never get up again.

OK, I talk, you listen. Your mother thinks she can't talk to you.

She's very angry and hurt. You did a very stupid thing.

-I was just messing around.

-Harvey, Harvey...

You mess around with booze, cigarettes, we talk about it. You mess around with guns, we can't.

-Why is she making such a big deal?

-She's a cop!

She knows more about guns than we ever will.

She comes home sometimes sick to her stomach because she saw some kid with his guts on the pavement.

Then she sees her own kid pointing a gun at someone. What do you expect her to do?

Harvey, you're not a kid any more. You're 14 years old.

In a couple of years, you'll be a man. A gun doesn't make you a man.

Being honourable makes you a man.

What you did wasn't honourable.

You understand what I'm saying?

Sure.

Look at me.

You understand me?

Dad, I got some homework to do.

-THEY GIGGLE

-What's so funny?

-It's their mother's sister. We always went there on holidays...

-You kinda had to be there.

Hmm.

I have sort of a weird family too. I have an Uncle Willy...

who, every time he has too many beers, he thinks that his wife is from outer space!

-I guess you have to know my aunt...

-I don't see any salt on the table.

-I'll get it.

-Thanks.

-Where do you keep it, Chris?

-With the pepper.

In the cupboard...over the stove.

-Ah!

-So, Sheri...

-Are you in the 9th grade?

-10th.

-Do you know where you want to go to college?

-Somewhere in the city.

Sheri doesn't want to leave her boyfriend.

Well, I went to Barnard. It's a good school.

-What boyfriend?

-He's just a friend. He goes to Hunter.

-Your mother's letting you date?

-Sometimes.

-How long have you been dating?

-Since summer.

-How long have you been seeing Dad?

-Well, essentially, a few months.

-Do you love him?

-I care for him very much.

-What does THAT mean? Are you going to get married?

-Hey, your questions are getting kinda personal.

She asked ME personal questions!

Dory, why don't YOU take the first crack at this?

Christine and I are good friends.

Is that another way to say you're living together?

Oh, come on! Your cologne is in the medicine cabinet!

Huh!

-What were you doing in the medicine cabinet?

-Looking for an aspirin.

-Why don't you ask?

-Why don't she answer my questions?

-This is not the time or the place.

-What happens to us if you marry?

-Yeah.

-Now, listen - both of you.

You're the two most important people in my life, and don't forget it.

Ever. OK?

I'll get the hamburgers!

-So?

-The hamburgers were a big hit.

-Yeah?

-She raised them as vegetarians.

-How was I supposed to know?

I had an easier time on the witness stand on the Delupo trial.

Those kids grilled me. She's using them to hold onto Dory.

-She wants him back and I know it.

-How do you know?

-She's a VERY demanding woman.

-Yeah, she wanted him off cocaine and back in the house with her kids.

She doesn't understand him. She never DID understand him.

-It takes a cop to know another cop.

-Remind me to tell that to Harve.

-Harvey's different.

-The kids are basically OK kids, right?

-Yeah...

-So, you have to give her some credit.

-If the kids aren't screwed up, she can't be all bad. It's not easy being a mother.

-Yes.

-How IS Harvey Jnr?

-Oh, Jeez!

-Mary Beth, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.

-It's OK.

I just don't like being one-upped in an area where I'm...one-upped.

Forget it, huh?

It's all right.

We believe you owned a gun that was used in a robbery.

There had been burglaries all over the neighbourhood.

My neighbour was robbed twice in a month.

I couldn't sleep. I'd hear noises and I'd jump.

I thought...if we owned a gun, we could protect ourselves.

It was my fault.

I urged my husband to get a gun.

-Who sold you the gun?

-We tried to get one legally.

My husband applied for a permit, but he was denied.

They told us we didn't have a good enough reason to own a gun.

Mrs Baron, we need to know where you got that gun.

- You have immunity. Don't worry. - Won't I get the person in trouble?

The person that sold you that gun, did not do you a service. If he has more guns, we want to stop him.

I was terribly upset the last time they turned us down from the Pistol Bureau.

I had opened the mail while the postman sorted through his mail.

He saw how upset I was.

H-He said he could help me.

A few days later, he sold me a gun.

-I

-bought that gun!

I wish to God I had never SEEN that gun!

It may not be fair, but the case originated in the 16th!

Where were they when WE put this thing together?

-We put the postman in the same guard unit as the stolen guns.

-He was there when guns were stolen.

-We deserve the collar.

-Maybe so, but the collar is going to the 16th!

-But I put in a phone call, and Locurto and Gomez have allowed you two to assist.

-Great(!)

You wanna see this thing through or not? Make a decision right now, cos they're rolling now!

Yes, sir - right away.

Assist! Let them assist this!

Adrenaline. I remember that. PHONE RINGS

Petrie, 14th. Cagney!

-Not now.

-She's says it's an emergency. It's a Mrs McKenna.

Line 2.

Thank you, Petrie.

This is Christine Cagney.

This is Christine Cagney.

Uh-huh. I'm in kind of a rush now. What can I do for you?

What's wrong?

Is she gonna be all right?

Did you call the precinct?

Um... Let me see if I can track him down for you.

What hospital are you at?

All right. You're very welcome.

-(What?)

-Dory's kid's in hospital with acute appendicitis and they can't find him.

-Oh, Lord! Do you know where he is?

-No, but I can track him down. I know some of his...street people.

-Go and get the lieutenant to clear it!

-I got a job too!

-Assisting an arrest! This is family here!

Dory is family.

All right, so you eat a little crow. Will you go?

Yeah.

Petrie...?

Victor?

Thought you'd never ask!

'Dr Ballinger, pick up line 3. Dr Ballinger, pick up line 3.'

'Dr Carter, please report to Intensive Care. Dr Carter, please report to Intensive Care.'

-Mrs McKenna?

-Yes.

-I'm Chris Cagney.

-Hello.

-How's Sheri?

-She's in recovery. Everything went fine.

-I got a hold of Dory. He's on his way.

-Thank you very much.

I must have sounded like I was coming unglued on the phone.

I'm used to colds, fever, chickenpox. This threw me.

We've been up most of the night.

You have nice children.

They told me all about you making dinner for them. That was nice.

Yeah... I'm sorry I didn't know they don't eat meat.

That changes from moment to moment. It depends upon what their best friends are doing.

I hope Sheri wasn't too hard on you.

-No.

-You'll have to forgive them. The divorce has been hard on them.

It's hard for the kids to realise that it's the right thing.

It's real important to Dory that they know that he loves them.

Yeah, well... he's making time for them now.

Dory's come a long way.

You've been good for him.

I'd like to take the credit, but I think Dory worked very hard.

Well, take some of the credit, Chris.

Somehow you were there for him, and I appreciate it.

'Radiology, please call 356. Radiology, please call 356.'

She's all right.

-What happened?

-She woke up in the night with terrible pain. They diagnosed it as appendicitis.

-Are YOU all right?

-Yeah.

Chris, you didn't have to come.

Well...I wanted to make sure that she was all right.

-Mrs McKenna?

-Yes.

Sheri's been moved to a room. You can see her.

-Wake up, love.

-Chris...thank you.

Sure. Go see your daughter.

-Say hello.

-Hi.

Hi.

Come on.

-Gomez and Lucorto had the entire block cordoned off.

-Uh-huh.

-Snipers, shotguns, bulletproof vests.

-We're talking D-Day here.

-Right.

We're ready to rush, Locurto gets on the bullhorn, orders the guy out.

-The door opens a crack.

-Uh-huh.

-We all know this is it.

-Yeah.

-Five foot three, skinny and shaking. You won't believe the kicker.

-What?

-Some arms dealer! No guns in the house. He's worried his kids might get hold of them!

-That's great!

-You believe that?

-That's great.

Oh, Sheri's OK. They did an appendectomy on her.

Dory's wife - did you meet her?

Well, it's...

I don't want to talk about it.

Besides, it's time to go home.

-It's complicated.

-OK, that's it!

Conference time, come on.

Well, I guess there's no reason why we can't talk about it here.

-She's a very nice lady.

-Mrs McKenna?

-Very.

You can say one thing for Dory - he's got good taste in women.

-That's a family there, Mary Beth.

-Can't you be part of it?

I can't be a mother to those children. I SHOULDN'T be.

They have a mother.

A very good one...I think.

So, don't BE their mother. Be their friend.

Wanna go to Muldoon's? I'll buy.

-We could have a drink.

-Uh, I can't... I want to.

-Can we do it tomorrow? Cos I have...a date.

-You got a date?

Good-looking, huh? Punctual, too.

-Hiya, handsome!

-I don't get no kisses any more.

Thank you.

-So, where are you guys going?

-Um... Out.

I'll see you tomorrow, OK?

A 15-year-old black male approximately 60 inches in height and 113 pounds.

The bullet entered the left middle thorax between the 9th and 10th ribs,

with numerous fragments lodged in the surrounding muscle tissue.

The entrance wound is 2cm in its maximal.

The bullet travelled downward at a 45 degree angle,

rupturing the spleen and kidney,

tearing the abdominal aorta and bruising the colon and right kidney.

There is extensive haemorrhage within the thorax and abdominal cavity. There is no exit wound.

Muscular skeletal system - the bony framework is well-developed and well retained - no fractures,

the bullet is lodged in the right iliac crest...

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