Rules of the Game Cagney and Lacey

-You gotta be kidding! Two ashtrays? You're not being reasonable. ..Is that your ashtray?

-Yes, it is.

-Who said life was reasonable? The serial number doesn't match the one assigned.

-I switched with Isbecki.

-20 years' hard labour!

-What you disorganised slobs fail to realise is this -

NYPD regulation number 5C301

requires a quarterly inventory to confirm all department-issued goods are present, as assigned.

-That means no trading!

-Yellow is Isbecki's new favourite colour.

-I want those ashtrays accounted for, Cagney!

-I don't even smoke, Coleman!

It's only two plastic ashtrays...

Well, here's one.

It's the wrong serial number.

Look, you gotta figure it out.

All issue not in use is to return to the property clerk's department.

If you can't come up with the goods, you have to reimburse the department. It's that simple.

Looks like you're gonna have to ice Bloomingdale's account this month!

What a shame, Victor. I had a nice birthday present picked out for you.

-Really?

-Underwear... with days of the week on it.

-Studded in rhinestones.

-Tell you what, Cagney, I'm going to save Mondays and Fridays just for you!

Oh, no, I wouldn't want to deprive Bon-bon(!)

-Lieutenant wants to see us.

-Coleman's hyperventilating over pencil stubs!

-He's doing his job.

-Are you two ready to handle a very hot potato? The reward is you get to keep your jobs.

-A good incentive!

An offer we can't refuse.

-Right. You know about the murder of the Hungarian diplomat?

-I read the papers, sir.

-Mm-hm.

What the papers didn't tell you is the political pressure we're getting to solve this one fast.

The FBI's got their nose in on it and Captain Jack Hennessey is heading a special task force. You got lucky.

How so, sir?

Well, Hennessey is the rising star of the department. The guy made captain at the age of 35.

-He's bucking for deputy inspector.

-That's great. Why us?

-I don't know.

-Ask him when you meet him. 11am this morning.

-Thank you, sir.

-Thanks.

I hate this dress. Why did I wear it?

Mr and Mrs Laszlo Tabori exited the Blue Danube restaurant

at 9.30 on the evening of April 3.

They were accosted by a gunman, who, without provocation or warning,

shot Mr Tabori straight through the heart,

stole his wallet and ran.

The one thing we've got going for us is there were six witnesses -

Mrs Tabori, two other couples and an off-duty waiter.

What we have here appears to be a random, cold-blooded...

I did say "appears", Frank.

Gentlemen, let me intro...

And ladies. Excuse me.

Detectives.

I stand corrected and duly chastised.

Mr Frank Oppenheimer, our liaison officer from the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

-Frank, do you want to add anything?

-We mustn't lose sight of the potential of political motivation.

It's a little early to focus in on any one angle, wouldn't you say?

We know this man was a freedom fighter in 1956 and turned on his compatriots. A lot of enemies.

As I say, we have quite a list of possibilities. Detectives, your assignments read as follows.

Feinstein and Hubble, you're head of the decoy teams.

Cagney, you'll partner with me in field investigations.

Lacey, you'll be the liaison officer here at headquarters.

Cabot and Molares, you...

Yes?

Pardon me, sir, but I was wondering if you could get a uniformed officer to handle the office,

-and then I would be available for the fieldwork.

-Well, Detective Lacey, I appreciate the suggestion,

but I put you where I want you.

I need a trained detective

to evaluate the witness statements and field reports.

Cabot and Molares, you'll be checking out the gang activity in the area.

Dolan, Moore...

Look, why don't you keep the book for a few days, just to be sure?

I already told you, it happened too fast.

But you are sure he was Caucasian?

-I think so. Maybe a Puerto Rican...

-Did he speak with an accent?

Nothing. He said nothing.

-You said he was about 30.

-Yes. Young.

-Average weight and height?

Yes. I didn't get a very good look at him.

Now, if you'll excuse me, please, I have much packing to do.

Mrs Tabori, we would appreciate it if you wouldn't leave town until we get all this wrapped up.

You must realise this has been very unpleasant for me.

There isn't much I can do here.

Please understand.

Thank you very much.

So, what do you think? Traumatised, aloof and reclusive? Or she just doesn't like Americans?

Right now, I'd say all the above.

What do you say we compare notes over a couple of beers?

Find a place there's peanuts on the side, you're on. The kind that are roasted in the shell.

-In the shell?

-Yeah. Salted...

-Salted in the shell?

-Yeah.

-I'm serious, Mary Beth. Time is passing by, and we're not getting any younger.

-You're depressing me!

We've got to face up to the fact that we are not going to be here for ever.

You know when you started getting morbid? When Fast Eddie died.

Exactly! One of us could be next.

If you don't leave a will, the State could take everything! OUR money!

-They'll build a lousy sewer or something.

-The kind of money we have, they'll be lucky to get a drainpipe.

-It's our money, and I don't want the lousy government sticking its nose in who gets it.

-We're not Rockefellers!

What have we got that anybody would be interested in?

What about the golden candlestick?

What are you going to do with it?

I don't know. Leave it to Eileen in Chicago.

-Eileen?! She's your third cousin.

-My second cousin once removed!

-You've never even met her!

-My mother left her the other one!

-It is solid gold.

What is Harve Junior and Michael going to do with one candlestick?

They go to the antiques store and sell it, the same thing Eileen would do if she got her hands on it!

And what about my bowling trophies?

I thought that we'd bequeath those to the Museum of Natural History(!)

Come on, guys!

Jeez!

-So far, what we have resembles that mugger who's been scoring on the East Side.

-Could be.

-It's a good decision I made to bring you in on this task force.

-I'm happy to be here.

Hmm. I had my eye on you for a long time, Cagney.

-That Don Juan killer - a good, clean collar.

-Well, thank you.

No question in my mind.

I like to work with the winners, Cagney. People on the move.

You're moving pretty fast, Captain. I heard about your promotion.

Correction. Recommendation, then promotion.

-Final word on that won't be down for a few weeks.

-According to the grapevine, there's no contest.

You can't believe everything you get on the grapevine.

For instance, the word came down that you can be a pretty hard-headed prima donna to work with. ..Uh-huh!

But I figured that any ambitious female is going to be fair game for that kind of dirt,

especially a very attractive one. It doesn't bother me. I can handle the temperament with the talent.

Besides, I used to get the same kind of shots when I was an up-and-coming.

I'd say, here's to a perfect partnership!

-To Jack Hennessey, Deputy Inspector!

-Hmm...

Wait a minute! What about equal opportunity? Here's to Chris Cagney!

Um...

What?

OK.

To Christine Cagney... first woman Chief of Detectives.

This case could make the difference.

-Thanks for the peanuts.

-Hey, I'm salt of the earth!

-Taxi!

-SHE WHISTLES

-I'll give you a lift.

-No, you don't want to buck the traffic at this hour. ..Taxi!

-OK, next time, then.

-I'll have the ballistics report by Friday.

-Monday morning's fine.

-There's one thing you can do before Friday.

-What's that?

-Pick the place for me to take you to dinner.

Thanks, but I've got plans.

-I warned you, I won't take no for an answer! Good night.

-Good night.

Soho, please.

Albanian.

Romanian.

-I'm a little rusty on my Romanian, Frank. Can you give us some shorthand here?

-But of course.

The communist press is having a field day. According to them, and I quote,

"No-one is safe in the crime-infested capitalist slums."

-They're manipulating this for their own political advantage.

-But also,

-there's still no evidence to indicate that this is anything other than a street mugging.

-Um...

-..Lacey?

With respect, sir, I think we're overlooking the possibility that something else could be behind this.

-Maybe some personal motivation that we haven't considered.

-Like what?

-If I knew that, sir, the case would be solved right now!

-What is this, woman's intuition?!

-No, sir.

I was presenting another possibility.

-Well, until there's evidence, this captain's intuition says you're barking up the wrong tree.

-Yes, sir.

That's it. Let's get on with it.

Detective Cagney, I want to see you in my office.

First...

I thought of sushi and sake.

But who wants to eat at a bar!

Then I decided on sauerkraut and beer, but that's not classy enough.

I finally came up with pasta.

-It's romantic. A little candlelight to bounce off those blue eyes of yours.

-Captain Hennessey...

-Come on!

-It's Jack, remember? We gotta get serious about this. Friday night is getting closer.

-Jack...

I already told you that I have plans.

If those plans are with a guy, I'll keep you working late,

and you'll have to stand him up and settle for me.

-That isn't it.

-If the lieutenant's bugging you about reports, I'll get you out of it. What are bosses for?

The truth is, Jack, I don't believe in mixing business with pleasure any more.

Any more?

That sounds like I'm paying for some other cop's mistakes. I don't think that's fair, do you?

-You're not the only one disappointed with the timing.

-Well, then...

Maybe when the case is over, OK?

I should get to those witness calls.

Excuse me.

There's a big one-inch paperclip and there's a small one-inch paperclip.

-Look who's here! One of the special task force!

-Passing through, guys.

-Lacey, I...

-I have to go, Sergeant.

-You don't have time for the old gang!

-Knock it off, Victor, OK?

She never used to talk that way!

-Hold up a minute!

-No, I'm looking for my claim cheque.

-Your trash can's missing.

-I share with Cagney.

-She says that one's hers, so yours is missing.

-24 pads, present and accounted for, sir!

-I've got you down for four.

-I used a couple!

-It must be in my locker.

Your trash can?!

I don't know where my trash can is, Sergeant!

Maybe I never had a trash can!

Maybe my trash can was stolen!

Maybe I threw it away.

I hope I threw it away.

Here is an interesting question. How do you throw away a trash can?

Very existential, Victor. Very existential.

-I think our man's allergic to decoys.

-It's only a matter of time. Patience, kid, patience.

-It's not my strong suit.

-Investigation is just like any game.

You buy just enough time to find just the right opening. Full strategy.

-How do you think I moved up so fast in the department?

-Roller skates!

I mean playing it smart. If you're serious about becoming Chief,

-you should learn the rules of the game.

-You're doing OK.

-Oh, yeah? And you're not frustrated

cos you haven't made the jump to the major cases squad yet?

Let me tell you the big jump on the force for me. A few years back, I was under this lieutenant,

wouldn't give me the time of day.

I found out he was a racquetball freak. I boned up on my serve, just enough so he still had the edge,

then I joined his club. He got to know me and I got to know him. See what I mean?

-Sure. Strategy.

-No, it's more than that. It's relationships.

Sometimes it pays to mix business with pleasure.

Where are we supposed to meet Alvarez?

Bayside.

The witness says it's on his way home from work.

One of the couples, the Fairmonts, contradicted each other. He says the gunman had his coat buttoned.

Oh, come on, Chris. Give it a rest.

What time is our witness due?

He must have got tied up.

Waiter!

-A bourbon for me, and for the lady, um...Scotch?

-No, nothing, thank you.

As of now, consider yourself officially off-duty. ..Scotch.

Do you like calamari? They serve it here fra diablo. It's nice and spicy.

-You know this restaurant very well.

-It's one of my favourite spots.

Our witness isn't coming at all, is he?

OK, I confess. You caught me in the act.

-You went to all this trouble just to take me out to dinner?

-I warned you, I don't take no for an answer.

It's very flattering, Jack, but when I say no, I mean no.

But sometimes you're open for a little friendly persuasion?

-I'm not playing games.

-Come on! You don't have to act the tough cop with me. You can wear the pants in public.

In private, with me, you can let 'em down.

-You're way out of line, Captain!

-I'm a man used to getting my own way...Detective.

-Not with me.

-I'm still your superior officer.

And this wasn't part of the job description. Excuse me.

-I'm not getting in bed with that book, Harve.

-It can't hurt you to read about it, Mary Beth.

Do you have any idea what type of mailing list we're on now?

Look! A kindly invitation from Oaknowle Meadows to invest

in our very own "inflation-fighter family estate and memorial crypt". Ugh!

Hey, wait a minute. Look at this.

"Free colour family portrait IF we order within the next ten days."

Not funny, Harve.

-I've got to study.

-Study?

-I gotta read the New York State Penal Code.

-I'm not going to stay in bed with that book.

-Tough! You read your stuff, I'll read my stuff.

-This is important.

-And this is 5,000 more a year if I make sergeant.

Which will go directly to the State of New York if we die without a will.

That's exactly what they want to see.

If you croak without a will...

they soak you with taxes.

-They do, Mary Beth.

-Honey...

-They do!

-New York State is not staying up, trying to figure out how to get our money!

-How do you know?

-Is this another of your conspiracy theories?

-No.

-Then what is it?

-Nothing.

-Kisses?

DOORBELL RINGS

-What is that?

-That's the Rizuttos complaining about the kids' stereo.

Hang on!

Ask who it is.

Hold your horses, it's Chris.

Hiya.

-Hi, Chris.

-Hi, guys.

-I'm sorry to bother you.

-Come on in.

I've got this paranoid cabbie downstairs. He won't leave Queens without cash in advance. I need 25.

-I just cashed a cheque today.

-Thank you, Harvey.

Sit down.

I'm sorry, Mary Beth.

I noticed you and Captain Hennessey headed out together. What happened?

Nothing a cold shower wouldn't fix.

Oh...

Yup.

-He wouldn't even take you home?

-I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

I left him sitting there, nursing his bourbon and his bruised ego.

-The problem is, I didn't have enough money for the cab fare.

-I'm glad we were home.

He's so damned presumptuous.

-One minute, we're this great team. The next, he's coming on like a ton of bricks.

-Here you go, kiddo.

-Thanks, Harve. I really appreciate it. I'll give Mary Beth the money on Monday.

-No problem.

I got a book to read.

-I'd better go.

-Christine, I have to admit I'm not surprised.

-I beg your pardon?

-It's no secret you've been the apple of this man's eye since he brought us on the case.

-He liked my work. What was I supposed to do?

-Make sure he knew you weren't interested.

I never led this man on, Mary Beth.

As long as he's clear about that.

What do you think I'm doing on your doorstep?

Thank you for the money. Excuse me.

-See you.

-Goodnight.

-Let's make the decisions we need to. We put the will in a safe-deposit box and we forget about it.

-Harve...

Do we have to talk about this today?

-It's a gorgeous day. The boys are at your mother's. We're in the park.

-OK, we won't talk about it today.

We talk about it tomorrow, right?

Right.

-Harve, if I died, would you get married again?

-Mary Beth, I thought we weren't going to talk about this?

-I wish you would.

-You wish I would what?

-Get married again.

-Come on...

-I'm serious, Harve. I'd like to know that you were happy.

-You're a hard act to follow.

-And for the boys. The boys need a mother.

For the boys? For the boys?

OK, I'll remarry for the boys.

I wonder what type of woman you'd pick out. Probably blonde, huh?

Redheads. I like redheads.

Redheads are nice.

This is a ridiculous conversation.

Blue eyes, a little tiny waist.

No, no, I never went for blue eyes.

And young, too.

Older men marry younger women... all the time.

-Mary Beth, I am a mature man.

-So you may as well go for it, Harve!

OK, I'll marry a 23-year-old blonde with blue eyes and a very narrow waist. Are you happy?

-Harve?

-What?

-If I die and you marry a 23-year-old bimbo, I'll kill you.

THEY GIGGLE

Morning, sir.

It's for the other night.

-Thank you.

-Sure.

TELEPHONE BUZZES

Cagney.

Yes, Captain, I'll be right in.

You made a serious mistake, Cagney.

I don't think so, Captain.

I'm still your superior officer, a fact which seems to have slipped your mind. Now, sit down.

Where's the ballistics report?

I...

I put it on your desk on Friday.

-It's not here.

-I left it right on top.

-This kind of negligence is very unprofessional.

-I know what I did...

Sit down!

Is this because of Friday night?

Friday night never happened.

Now, I want that ballistics report on my desk by tonight,

or else there's going to be serious repercussions.

Go on.

You've been moving in a man's world for a long time now.

You should know how to handle a guy who's...

trying to work his way into the good graces of a good-looking woman.

-Look at Isbecki!

-Victor... Lieutenant, come on! Victor jokes.

-This man is serious.

-What's the difference? They've got the same thing on their mind.

There's a big difference!

When a man's coming on to a woman, he sends her wine, roses...

He doesn't start messing with her mind and her career! I tell you, it's not about sex with this guy.

-He's into power!

-A strong accusation.

-You're damn right it is. I'm not imagining it!

-I'm not saying that you are imagining it.

It's just that...

I can understand where a guy might... misread the situation.

Don't get me wrong. I'm saying you're leading the guy on.

But with men and women working together nowadays, sex coming out from behind closed doors...

things are different today.

-One minute a joke is sexy, the next minute it's sexist. Where do you draw the line?

-At blackmail!

Cos that's exactly what he's doing.

If I don't co-operate, all of a sudden my job gets tough.

That isn't harmless flirtation. That's sexual harassment.

-Do you think resigning from this task force is going to solve your problem?

-Don't you?

-No.

Let me lay it on the line for you, Cagney.

The minute that the brass sees that you're resigning from a plum assignment like this,

your professional reputation's going to take a nose dive. They'll question your commitment, devotion to duty

and your qualifications for advancement.

-So he still wins.

-Never mind him. You lose. That's the point.

Cagney, listen to me, and listen to me good.

I know you got ambitions, and I want you to get a chance to do something about them.

Well, thank you, Lieutenant.

I have to interview a witness now.

Cagney? What are you going to do?

I'll handle it.

Who have they got in there now?

Um, El Alvarez, the waiter from the restaurant.

Hennessey's wasting his time.

-We've run up against this kind of thing before. It's classic.

-Yes, sir.

-Classic!

-Yes, sir.

I've seen it a thousand times before.

Yes, sir.

What exactly is your projection on the case, sir?

Simple. The boy fell from grace with his bosses. The Party bigwigs decide to kill two birds with one stone -

assassinate him here and make it appear it was an American assailant and darken the image of the US.

-But the only person who can break this case will be on her way to Budapest.

-Mrs Tabori is in on this?

These governments have their methods. She wants to save her skin.

She's been warned not to co-operate. Look what she said in her statement.

-She didn't say much of anything in her statement.

-Exactly!

Wouldn't you, or any other woman, have a lot to get off your chest if you'd seen your husband terminated?

-Christine, Oppenheimer thinks...

-Lacey, check this ballistics report.

-Check for any inconsistencies with the witness statements.

-Yes, sir.

I found it. It was buried under some old DD5s.

Come on. We have to go over the East Side to check out the Di Cortines.

-I have to finish Alvarez's statement.

-Lacey can handle that. Come on, we've got work to do.

Excuse me, Captain. Christine, the gunman said what?

-I wrote it phonetically. Alvarez didn't understand the words. He just repeated the sounds.

-Check it out.

-Yes, sir.

-Come on.

DRAWER SLAMS

I think it's time we buried the hatchet. What do you say?

I mean it. I've had a lot on my mind lately.

I know I've come down on you a little hard a couple of times. Let's wipe the slate, have a couple of beers.

-Then what?

-We'll just take it as it comes.

-Just cut it out!

-Hey, let's stop playing games.

You were friendly when you thought I could grease some wheels for you.

-Now you're the hysterical virgin when it's time to pay the bill.

-What bill?

-I don't owe you anything!

-There was more than this case between us!

I don't sleep my way to promotion.

You sure go to a hell of a lot of trouble to advertise the merchandise for someone who's not interested!

-We both know what you want.

-I want what I said - strictly business, as long as we're working together.

What is it, Cagney? You like guys to beg for it? Is that what turns you on?

You'll never know, Hennessey. You blew it.

Don't mess with me, Cagney! Come back here. I'm still responsible for your evaluation on this job! Cagney!

Cagney!

I've had it with him!

Would you look at me!

-I got it.

-Damn it!

Sorry.

-Thanks.

-Any guy I know?

Yeah, we're working for him.

You know what ticks me off? I really thought I had this whole thing under control.

I did everything that those women's magazine articles tell you to do -

let him down gently,

made sure his precious male ego knew how flattered I was...

I was firm, I never faltered! Even in the beginning when I thought...

Oh, it doesn't matter, I...

-It doesn't make any difference, anyway.

-You don't need that stuff, anyways.

-Ignore him, Christine.

-I can't!

I can't ignore him, Mary Beth.

I've tried. He's, um...

He's making sure I don't.

What are you talking about?

I'm scared about my file.

He could write down anything he wanted there...

-and people will read it and think I'm a lousy cop.

-Wait.

-Lacey!

-You in there?

-Yes, I'm in here, Agent Oppenheimer!

Some professor from City College on the phone about some translation.

-Thank you. I'm coming. ..You gonna be all right?

-Yeah.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

Detective Lacey.

Yes.

Once again, please, sir.

Thank you very much, Professor Pavluv... Professor.

Christine, that was Professor Pav... Pavlavmony.

-He's the head of Slavic languages at City College.

-Who?

-It wasn't Russian.

-What wasn't Russian?

The thing that Alvarez overheard. It's Hungarian. It translates, "This is for you, my darling."

Then the gunman knew the Taboris?

Apparently.

You know the man who killed your husband, Mrs Tabori?

His name is Bela Belousov.

We were students together in Budapest.

Laszlo, Bela and I.

We fought for the Revolution.

We were young, idealistic...

We thought we could actually win.

We were throwing stones at Russian tanks.

They crushed us like an army of ants.

Bela and I were planning to escape.

We were lovers.

-You and Belousov?

-Yes.

Laszlo was jealous.

He informed against Bela to save his own skin.

As soon as I saw him outside that restaurant, I recognised him.

And I knew exactly what he was going to do.

And I don't blame him.

You don't blame the man who murdered your husband?

No.

It's always been a marriage of convenience.

Don't you see? I had no choice.

It's different for you here.

Your choices are easier.

Know something, Mary Beth?

You're one hell of a detective!

What is the big deal?

All I did was check out your report.

I'm glad one of us has her head on straight.

You know what I think?

Captain Hennessey is going to be very crabby that we broke this one.

-You beat him on his own turf.

-Not yet, I haven't. Not as long as he can hold my job over me.

-He can't do that!

-He's made it very clear that he can. And he will.

Either I come across or I get a negative rating on my evaluation.

He's not going to get away with this.

I got his number and I'm going to use it.

I'm going to set him up. I'll make him believe I'm going along with it, go to his apartment with a wire,

-and I'm going to get it on tape.

-That's illegal. That's entrapment.

-It couldn't happen to a nicer guy.

No, you have to go through channels. You have the law on your side.

You file charges against him for sexual harassment.

-You think I haven't already considered that?!

-Well, do it!

It's not that simple, Mary Beth. I'd be challenging my superior officer.

-It'd be my word against his.

-And the lieutenant's. You talked to him.

-Yeah.

-Yeah, and Harve and I can testify when you had to come back from Bayside in the cab.

Get a diary. Put dates and times that he came onto you.

You know what'll happen if I do that? I get a rep for being a hard case for busting one of my own.

Charlie always told me you never... The one thing you never do is...

-..is rat on another cop.

-You're not! You're protecting your career!

The hell I am!

I'm putting my career on the line!

I'm jeopardising my future, Mary Beth.

I don't know if I'm ready to do that.

Yours is not the only future at stake here, Christine.

10-1 you are not the first female officer that he came on to! So are you going to be the last one or not?

-The lieutenant wants to see you in the interview room.

-What about?

No idea. ..Just Cagney.

Ah, Detective Cagney.

I think you know Captain Hennessey.

I thought it would be a good idea if we could clear a little air here.

Let me be frank. I don't like the department's dirty laundry aired in public.

I don't think either of you is prepared for the gaffe if this goes to trial.

If you go with the charges you've filed, you bring your character into question as much as the captain's.

And, Captain, I'm sure you've realised that just the implication of any wrong-doing on your part

will jeopardise your impending promotion to deputy inspector.

As far as I can see, nobody wins.

Inspector...

I'm surprised that a personal misunderstanding could have been blown out of proportion like this.

Basically, the problem is...

different sensibilities at work here.

You know how the guys like to kid around,

and they kid around,

but the women take it so seriously,

and they get all worked up over nothing.

Detective Cagney deserves a top-notch evaluation for outstanding performance on the Tabori case.

I'm ready to back that up,

if she's just willing to... drop...her...complaint.

Seems fair to me.

I've already made it clear to Captain Hennessey, I don't trade favours. Or accept bribes.

-We're trying to work out a settlement. One that both parties can live with.

-I can't live with it.

Captain Hennessey threatened me professionally if I didn't sleep with him.

-I call that blackmail. I think you should answer that.

-I don't...

Sit down, Captain!

There are times when personal ego and reputation need to be reconsidered

for the benefit of the department.

I think this suit IS for the benefit of the department, Inspector.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have filed the charges.

-And that's your final word?

-Yes.

Then I think we should stop wasting our time and get back to work.

Hiya, baby.

Michael said you were up here.

Yeah. I've just been thinking.

Yeah, me too.

And I think you're right,

and we'll do the will.

That's good, Mary Beth.

We'll do it tonight.

Tomorrow night. Tonight, we dance...

Dance?

Tonight we dance, because I decided we're not going to die.

You know why?

Why?

Cos we love each other too much.

That's why.

Oh, Harve...

That's the most romantic thing that you ever said to me.

The second most romantic thing.

Yeah? What was the first one? Huh?

HE WHISPERS

SHE GIGGLES

Excuse me.

What?

What is this?

It's the boys' portable record player.

Aw...

May I have this dance?

ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYS

Oh, Harve...