Who Said It's Fair? Part 1 Cagney and Lacey

Harvey?

Harvey? What you doing up?

Go back to sleep, babe. I'm just getting a little bicarb.

Chris?

I didn't wake you, did I?

It's Harvey, Harvey Lacey.

I'm really sorry to bother you at this time of night.

You don't have a date or anything, do you?

I need to talk to you, Chris.

No, no. Not now. Can I meet you tomorrow for lunch?

Well, how about after work? It's very important.

Yeah.

OK.

Yeah, I'll find it. ..Thanks a lot, Chris.

Look... I don't want Mary Beth to know about this, OK?

Please, Chris, this is just between the two of us. OK?

Thanks.

I'll see you tomorrow, then.

Six hours in court!

The man should be removed from the bench! ..No probable cause?!

I've been a cop 14 years! I know probable cause, believe me!

-Yeah.

-Mary Beth, are you all right?

-I'm fine, why?

-You've been weird lately.

Weird? What does that mean?

Quiet.

You're supposed to be quiet in court.

Thank you. You don't speculate, you don't accumulate. ..10? Nice action. Thank you very much.

-We're down to the home stretch.

-You changed the odds again.

-You have Petrie at evens to pass the sergeant's exam and me at 5-1!

-I call 'em the way I see 'em.

If I'm not the favourite, I don't know who is!

Only with yourself. If people don't bet for you, the odds'll get longer.

-Thanks. What can I do for you?

-Five on Lacey, five on Rabinowitz.

You got it. And...20 on Isbecki. That oughta hold the line for now.

Section 12-783 of the patrol guide strictly prohibits gambling on department property, Coleman.

-Yes, sir!

-I'll have for ten on Cagney and five on Blomquist.

-Yes, sir.

-Ladies.

-Sir.

-Lieutenant.

-Ladies, care to make a bet? The window is now open for the sergeant stakes.

-No. I don't feel lucky today.

-What are the odds?

Ridiculous! He's got me at 5-1!

Oh... When it gets to 10-1, let me know.

Excuse me.

-It's after five o'clock. I thought you left 20 minutes ago!

-I've things I want to finish.

-Oh, leave it till morning. That's what I'm doing.

-It won't take long.

-I thought

-I

-was the workaholic.

-I don't wanna get caught up.

-TELEPHONE RINGS

-Lacey, 14?

Yes, I remember, ma'am.

Please, tell me your name and address.

And your son's name?

How old is Kevin, Mrs Taggart? ..And he was due home when?

Did you check with the neighbours? What about his friends, ma'am?

All right. All right, we're gonna need to come over there.

Er... Half hour tops. All right, ma'am.

-Half hour?

-Eight-year-old. Never came home from school.

-Mother's upset. She kept our card from some community action meeting.

-Let the other shift take it.

-Those guys will put her off until tomorrow.

-They're probably right.

-I'll go. You don't have to.

-No. I gotta stay uptown anyway.

< Do you think I like worrying about you every time I go to work?

Do you feel like a man, scaring me?! I've a good mind to wear you out! SMACK! BOY CRIES

-Sounds like we wasted a trip.

-SHE BANGS ON THE DOOR

-I hope so.

-Who is it?

Detective Lacey, Mrs Taggart.

LOCK RATTLES

-This is Detective Cagney.

-I should have called you back, I'm sorry. He came back about ten minutes ago.

-Hi.

-I'm really sorry you took up your time coming over here.

-Kevin knows better than to act like that.

-I'm sure he does, ma'am.

I've told him till I'm out of breath to come home right after school.

You apologise to these ladies for making them come out of their way! ..Did you hear me?

-Yes, ma'am. ..I'm sorry.

-Hey, don't mention it.

I guessed I shouldn't have panicked,

-but when I got home and no-one had seen him for hours, I didn't know what else to do.

-You work?

-I'm a typist for a company.

-Work late a lot?

-I take overtime whenever I can.

-So you leave your son alone?

-He went to a daycare centre, then they cut the funds and closed it down.

-What about his father?

You find him and ask him about that.

-If you can't get a baby-sitter, maybe a neighbour.

-Look! They have their own problems!

Kevin is old enough to stay here by himself.

Mrs Taggart, I'm glad everything worked out.

Kevin, don't you go scaring your mother any more. You hear me?

Ma'am.

So you think she really belted him?

I hit Harv Jnr when he broke the rules.

Parents smack kids. It happens.

-Would you leave an eight-year-old alone here?

-What else can she do?!

Hey... Harv has got some kind of a business dinner with a contractor,

and the boys are with Brenda. You wanna go eat?

-You and me?

-Yeah! I could maybe spring for a bottle of wine.

I'd love to... but I've got this date.

-Oh... Somebody new?

-No, it's... Well, it's not a date date.

-It's a blind date.

-I thought you hate them!

-I do!

Remember Mr Segal, my plumber? Well, it's his nephew.

He's been trying to fix us up for about six months. He's a corporate lawyer.

-As a recall, you also swore off lawyers.

-I did.

But, er... A good plumber's hard to find.

Yeah, you got that right.

-Hi!

-Hi.

-Sorry I'm late!

-That's OK. I'm glad you made the time to come.

-Mary Beth wanted to have dinner!

-You don't say you were meeting me?!

Oh, no! I made up a great story. Well, it was an OK one, but I think she bought it.

-Looks like it'll be a while before they seat us.

-Yes.

-Want a drink?

-I'd love one! Six hours in court!

-Sit.

-Oh, thank you. ..Scotch on the rocks, please.

-Make that two.

-Take it easy! I thought you told me at New Year you had a two-beer limit?

-Yeah.

-The best memories of the worst blind date I've ever had are those of Howie Newtonburger.

-Really?

-Yes, I was in college. "You'll like him!" my roommate says. He's athletic.

-He played football?

Howie? Don't be ridiculous! He was captain of the golf team! 6'6", 120lbs, soaking wet,

which he was a lot, since he'd sweat so much.

Anyway, he said four words to me.

"Hello." "Two, please." "Goodnight."

And then, when he kissed me, he split my lip with his braces and I needed three stitches.

-Poor guy. Whatever happened to him?

-Howie? ..Poor Howie?

Poor Howie became an oral surgeon, lives in a mansion in Beverly Hills. He married Miss Nebraska.

-Wow!

-I doubt they kiss much.

Anyway, Harvey. Enough about me. Let's talk about you.

You call me up at night, you want to have a secret meeting, tell me not to tell Mary Beth.

then I bore you for half an hour with stories of Howie Newtonburger.

You know, I proposed to Mary Beth in a restaurant. Not like this, though.

-Second time before she said yes. She ever tell you that?

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

When she said she'd marry me, I must've jumped five feet!

Knocked over a waiter, spilled a plate of ravioli down his suit.

I love her so much, Chris, I can't even think about losing her.

Harvey, what are you talking about?

You and Mary Beth have the best marriage in America. I know that!

-Whatever it is will blow over. The best marriage in America is not finished.

-It's not us - it's her!

Mary Beth hasn't been herself lately.

I thought she was worried about the sergeant's exam or some case you two were on.

Then when were in bed ten days ago, and I found a lump on her breast.

I asked her, she said it was nothing and didn't need to see a doctor.

It was cysts, normal for that time of month.

-Maybe it is.

-So how come I never noticed it before?

How come she got out of bed, locked herself in the bathroom?! She won't talk to me!

Chris, I am scared it is something serious and Mary Beth won't admit it.

I came to you, because I don't know what to do.

We're a day-and-a-half behind because of yesterday!

-It's not warm and you drag me here to have lunch. What's going on?!

-I had a craving for fresh air!

-Don't you ever feel that way? This is nice.

-Not when I'm busy. I got no time for picnics.

Hey, Mary Beth, I'm buying, OK?! Who put the gift horse in the mouth?

-You wanted turkey on rye, but they were out, so I got pumpernickel.

-Fine. ..Why am I eating it here?!

Because the park was the most private place I could think of.

I went by the women's centre today on my way in,

and I got you these.

-Breast cancer?

-Yeah.

Harvey didn't have a business dinner last night. He had dinner with me.

And he told me about the lump he found on your breast.

He's been... He told you about that, huh?

-He had no right to do that.

-Don't be angry with him!

-That man is worried sick!

-I told him I'd go see a doctor.

-Oh, you did?

-Yeah!

-What did he say?

-Who?

-The doctor!

-You know how hard it is to get a doctor to see you these days, plus they charge a fortune.

-You didn't make an appointment?

-There's nothing wrong, Chris! OK?

I was going over the Valdez case last night - we should reopen it.

-I can recommend a doctor my aunt saw when she had a similar problem.

-Thank you. Valdez is lying.

I'm telling you, we should talk to that brother.

-Yes! You beat that, kid! Beat it!

-Let me play!

-Watch the next game!

-Let me play!

-In a minute.

-Soon as you beat me!

I'll beat you. LOCK RATTLES >

-BANGING ON DOOR > Here, play now. Play now.

-Yeah.

Hiya, babe.

-Here.

-But you...

-My turn! CRASH! >

-Let me play.

-DISHES CRASH >

Harv, can't you do a few things when you know I'm gonna be late?!

Dinner'll be an hour at least! Got that? ..Playing video games.

-What are you so mad about?

-You have to ask?

How could you do that?! How could you go to Christine with something like that?!

-I didn't know what else to do...

-I told you, don't worry.

-Mary Beth...

-No, it's my private business! You had no right!

-Michael wants to know if you're gonna finish the game.

-Later.

Go into your room and finish your homework.

-I already did mine...

-Go check it! Close the door.

Babe...

Please, let's sit down and talk about this.

No. I said this to Christine, I'm going to say it to you.

There's nothing to talk about, cos nothing's wrong.

So you and her can run someone else's life and leave mine alone.

Excuse me.

LID CLATTERS

Well?

-What?

-Did you see the doctor?

-I didn't have time. Michael's ear infection's...

-Mary Beth, but you said...

-TELEPHONE BUZZES!

-If this ain't about work, I don't wanna hear about it. ..Lacey?

We'll be right there.

Eleanor Taggart is here to see us.

-Kevin didn't come home.

-Last night?

-I didn't wanna call because of the last time.

I was so sure he'd show up, but I didn't know what else to do.

-We'll do what we can to find him.

-He's never done nothing like this! He's only eight years old!

I just keep getting this picture of someone picking him up off the street! You see that on TV!

I understand. I got kids myself. Calm down, cos we need your help.

-We need some information, answers to questions.

-Where was he last seen and when?

Yesterday afternoon, after school.

SCHOOL BELL RINGS, CHILDREN CHATTER

That third grade class hasn't had a regular teacher in months,

because Lara moved and we've had difficulty keeping a regular teacher.

What about Kevin's classmates? Any kids he hangs out with?

Detective... this is a very overcrowded school.

Now, I'm not sure I could pick out Kevin Taggart from a crowd, much less tell you who his friends are.

-You got a headache?

-No, sinus.

-My husband gets that sometimes. That can be very painful.

Mr Berwin, we'd like to check Kevin's locker. Maybe something there'll tell us where he is.

-I'd have to open it for you, and I can't without a search warrant.

-It'd take us a day to get one!

The school system just went through a lawsuit about this!

I can call and ask for an exception, but it won't do you any good. That's what happened the last time.

Right. So, we get a search warrant.

Sir... Try sleeping with a vaporiser. My husband swears by that.

We'll have a warrant by tomorrow, we'll have flyers made up for uniformed officers to hand out,

and we put his name and description in the national computer file.

I walked all over the neighbourhood yesterday. I walked for blocks.

-I know. It's a hopeless feeling...

-Why would he do this to me?!

I missed two days of work already and my supervisor said I might not have a job to come back to.

-Mrs Taggart...

-Did you buy this for your son?

-That don't belong to Kevin.

-I found it under his bed. Where did he get the money for it?

Are you saying he stole it?! My son doesn't steal!

Who says he did, ma'am? ..Will you excuse us?

We have to apply for that warrant, and the clerk's office closes at 5.

Come on, Christine. ..We'll be in touch.

-You heard her. She's more worried about her job!

-She's not thinking! Her kids been missing 23 hours!

-Maybe he wouldn't be if she'd taken better care of him.

-Easy to say.

Mary Beth, we know she hit him at least once.

-She leaves him alone for hours. If he didn't boost that radio, I'll eat it!

-You think he ran away?

How come he didn't take his radio?

I was a latch-key kid before they called it that! When my father took off, my mother had to work.

I was alone after school from eight, and I didn't turn into a thief and I didn't run away from home.

-This is completely different!

-Why? Because I'm white?

No! And you know I didn't mean that!

Look, why don't we drop it? I'm gonna...

I want to give you something.

-It's the name and telephone number of a doctor.

-Oh...

He's a cancer specialist, and you should see him now!

Listen, I know you're frightened! I'll go with you if you want me to! Mary Beth, will you talk to me?

-Talk?!

-Yes!

-You wanna talk about how WE'D feel in case maybe I have breast cancer?! OK...

In case maybe I have breast cancer. You go first!

Thanks for the chat, Christine.

It's faster if only one of us applies for the warrant,

so I will go downtown and you find out if the flyers are ready.

It doesn't matter how I feel about it! I matters how YOU feel!

Well, thanks anyway, Benny. I just thought I'd check.

When the flyers hit the streets, you could put one on your newsstand.

Huh?! ..Oh, yeah. Next to the girlie magazines is good, Benny.

You're right. Everybody'll notice it there.

I've gotta go. Bye.

You know, I knew a guy who flunked the exam four times.

-Did he ever make sergeant?

-Yeah, on the fifth try.

Listen to this, the department notified him of this a year later.

Two days after he'd died. Can you beat that?

I bet you Petrie heard that. Look at him.

The exam isn't till the 22nd. He's been cramming like this for months.

That's why the smart money's on Petrie.

-But he's gonna burnt out! You know what he said today?!

-No.

What is the number of uniformed officers usually assigned to the Presidential motorcade?

-They could ask that.

-They could ask anything! It's 100 questions. But it can't be that hard.

The second part - the video taping - will separate the men from the girls.

-Right, Cagney?

-Yeah, right.

Good morning.

The rest of these went out with the morning shift.

-They'll distribute them, then canvass a ten-block radius around the school.

-Thanks.

-They also hooked you up a hotline.

-Good.

If the warrant is ready, then we can get into Kevin's locker by 11.

-Good morning, Mary Beth!

-Morning.

Det Lacey, 14th squad. ..I'm checking on a search warrant I applied for yesterday.

Case number 182551.

Yeah, I'll hold.

Believe me, Mr Berwin, I appreciate your problem,

-but we're all working for the city.

-My prime concern is these children.

We're concerned, too, about this one kid.

-Did you try that vaporiser?

-No, I didn't have the chance to.

-I told you my husband swears by it, right?

-Yes.

-You're aware you have to sign for whatever contents you remove.

-Yes.

There's two types of vaporisers - the wet steam and dry steam, for different times of the year.

Wet steam is better in the winter. ..He's neat for an eight-year-old.

He's rich, too.

There's over 200 here.

Mr Berwin, you know where kids hang out after school?

-Listen, can...?

-Hey! Things been going pretty bad?! You gotta come to this joint to get a date?!

Hey, you're coming with me, and I'll show you a real good time. I bet you could use it.

You're probably right.

So... Do you know this kid? His name's Kevin Taggart.

What's it to you, baby?

You shut your face, you. There's a kid who could be hurt.

-He could be dead! So what?!

-Listen, whoever you are, I'm not patient, all right?!

-And you're not a lot of help.

-Well, you never help me!

Hey, you know this kid? Maybe you could tell me who he hangs with.

-You run this place?

-Yeah. You wanna put me out of business?

-I don't need cops coming here!

-I don't think we caught your name.

-Corelli.

-This kid is missing.

-Don't know him.

-You sure?

-I only work here, lady! I'm no social worker!

-Yeah!

You're a nice, honest guy, who takes money from kids below the poverty line for a living.

-It's called free enterprise, cos it's a free country.

-It has laws and city ordinances,

and you better be on the right side of every one from now, or you're in deep trouble.

Our name and number's on this. Why don't you stick it somewhere?

Then people can see it.

So that's it? That's all you're gonna do to try to find him?

If we could be doing anything else, we'd be doing it!

But it's been almost three days.

I guess you don't send cops to look for a low-income child.

Even if we had the personnel, we don't know where else to look. He could be anywhere.

If he was rich and white, you'd move heaven and earth to find him!

I'm getting tired of your attitude! We're doing everything we can!

-Nobody knows where he goes or what he does after school!

-Chris!

-So you think I neglect him?!

-I just don't understand how...

-You're damn right you don't!

You make a nice salary! You can afford a baby-sitter or daycare!

I make 80 cents above minimum wage! I take home less than 130 a week!

And I got a choice, right?! I can pay for daycare or pay my rent!

-There's city agencies that...

-Uh-huh. Charity, welfare.

The ADC in food stamps is the same as I make for 40 hours!

I didn't want Kevin to grow up on hand-outs,

so I went and got myself trained and got a job, so he could see somebody stand on their own two feet!

And what did it get me?! People saying I'm a bad mother, cos I don't wanna stay home on welfare!

Well, you ask yourself, lady, what would you do if you were me?!

-A perfect end to a perfect day(!)

-What did you expect? It's hard for her trying to do it by herself.

-Everyone's got problems! It's the kid that matters!

-Agh!

-..Look out!

-Hey! You leave her alone!

-Mary Beth!

-I didn't know how to fill out some of the questions.

-That's OK.

-Have a seat. Doctor'll be with you shortly.

-Thank you.

Mrs Lacey?

-This is my business!

-It isn't! What is so hard, Mary Beth?!

-Talk to the doctor and get it over with!

-You didn't have to go there!

You didn't have to sit there and look at your future in brochures,

with their special holder, about cancer and dying!

-Even if it is cancer, no-one said you'll die!

-Maybe I'll get lucky(!)

Maybe they'll cut me up and pump me full of chemicals!

-You'll live and get better! That is all that's important!

-I don't want it, Harv.

I don't want tubes and machines.

I don't want the boys remembering me sick like that.

Harv...

-You fall apart when I get the flu. How the hell will you deal with cancer?!

-I'll deal with it!

-I'm calling the doctor and getting you there first thing.

-Harvey...

-No discussion! This isn't just you! We are in this together!

-Harvey...

I'm scared of dying. I...

Would you hold onto me for a minute and then make the phone call?

SHE SOBS

TELEPHONE RINGS

Isbecki, 14? ..No, Mrs Denning, we haven't heard from your husband.

Petrie, 14th precinct? ..Hang on. I can get that information for you.

Cagney, 14th?

-Mr Corelli?

-I've been thinking. Trouble with the cops is something I don't need in my business.

-I take it your memory got better.

-Yeah, right. Look, er...

This guy comes in when the kids are here after school, but he's no kid.

He's maybe 17 or 18. I thought it was funny, him hanging around with them.

-Was Kevin Taggart with him?

-Yeah. But this guy's Willie Smoke.

-Do me a favour. Don't hassle him on the premises.

-Give me a description.

DANCE MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO

INAUDIBLE SPEECH

-Hey! You wanna get down? Hey, hey!

-I wanna talk to you.

-Sure, baby!

-She's a cop, Willie.

-We got nothing to talk about.

We do, Willie - Kevin Taggart - missing kid, eight years old.

-You were seen with him.

-I never heard of him.

-I'm not finished with you.

-Well, I'm finished with you.

-What the hell is this?

-Tell me about Kevin, whether you want to or not!

-I don't know no Kevin...

-Don't jive me, Willie!

You pay him to run dope. That's what happened, isn't it?

He's your mule, and you sent him out on delivery and he never came back.

-You got nothing on me! Check me!

-I'll do more than that!

-Tell me or I'll make you the poorest pusher in New York.

-I don't know what you're talking about!

CAR HORN BLARES

HE PANTS

Tell me, Willie! Where did you send Kevin?!

TELL ME!

All of you, spread out. Move as quickly and as fast as possible.

You've all seen pictures. You know what he was wearing, so look for anything.

OK, you four, go around front. Room to room, door to door.

You two, go around the back, in case they flush somebody out.

-What've we got?

-He was sent here. It might be a shooting gallery.

-Three days? Think he's still there?

-It's the last place he was seen! Got a better idea?!

-I'll go there.

-There's another door behind that crane, Isbecki.

-OK.

-I'll go here.

-..Wait! Come here. How are you?

-What did Berringer say?

-They took some fluid out of the lump, and they'll know something tonight.

-Are you OK?!

-Yeah, sore a little. It's no big deal. I did it, OK?!

Hey! I got something you should see!

I got thinking. What happens if the kid comes along here?

-Taking a shortcut?

-It's dark, and he slips.

Let's take a look.

Hey, fellas?! You wanna...?

You wanna cut...? Cut it off for a minute!

-CRASH!

-Thank you!

-FAINT CRY:

-Help!

Listen.

-Help!

-He's here. He's here!

-He must've fallen through these!

-He's here!

-I'll call for emergency services!

Kevin!

Answer me if you can!

Kevin?!

He's been down there three days and three nights!

-He probably has hypothermia.

-Yeah, what about this incinerator shaft?!

-If we can hear him, he must be close.

-I can't see the bottom, but it doesn't look blocked! It might work.

I might work.

Victor, what are you doing?! You can't fit! Give me that!

That chute could give way, with you inside.

Yeah, bye.

CREAKING

ROCKS FALL

-You have the address. We're gonna need paramedics, emergency services division, it's a juvenile.

-'10-4.'

-Have you found him?

-Yeah, there's a big hole over there. Christine's going down after him.

-Go ahead. I'll wait here for emergency services.

-Thanks.

How is it down there? RUMBLING

You don't wanna know.

-How's it going?

-I don't know.

Not terrific.

-You must be cold.

-Not as cold as that kid down there.

BUZZ OF CONVERSATION, SIRENS BLARE

This is the mother of little Kevin Taggart.

Mrs Taggart, could you give us a statement?

-How do you feel, knowing your son is trapped?!

-Just leave me alone!

-You heard her! Leave her alone!

-The viewers of Channel 3 would like to know how you feel!

-I'm afraid you can't go up there. It's not safe.

-Is he all right?

-He's alive, and we'll get him out.

Christine, can you see him?!

Not yet.

Have you got the sound on? ..OK, come over here. We'll do the piece of recording.

We're still waiting to see what the condition of the boy is.

He's been missing for approximately three days, and reports say he's trapped...

ROCKS FALL IN THE DISTANCE

I see him!

Kevin!

Kevin?!

Kevin, over here! ..Over here, Kevin!

Follow my voice. ..There, hi. Hiya, Kevin!

How are you doing, Kevin?

I'm cold.

I know.

Listen, Kevin, I'm gonna need your help to get you out of here.

OK?

Can you help me?

Huh?

Kevin...

CREAKING

..very slowly start moving towards me.

SHE COUGHS >

Don't take your eyes off of me.

Just start very slowly over here in my direction.

-CREAKING

-All right? Very slow... Stop!

All right... Start again.

Slow.

Kevin, give me your hand. Nice and easy.

Very slowly.

Put your hand out!

Stretch as far as you can. Just try.

That's it. Try a little harder.

Stretch it out. Try! ..Try, Kevin!

You can do it! Come on!

Try harder!

-To the 14!

-ALL: To the 14!

Isbecki, what is this?! Sparkling paint thinner?!

-That's generous.

-Don't knock it! It's 4.95 a bottle!

-You overpaid. TELEPHONE RINGS

-I didn't know they made champagne in New Jersey.

-My cousin Eddie does.

-PETRIE: Lacey, it's for you.

-'Topping our local news...'

-Lacey?

-Here it is!

-Excuse me, Lieutenant.

-'Kevin Taggart had been trapped for three days in the air shaft.

-'Today, risking his own life, Det Chris Cagney...'

-His life?!

'..crawled into the collapsed basement, saving Kevin, who suffered only minor injuries.'

-'According to a police spokesman...'

-Great(!)

-Now everyone thinks I'm Isbecki.

-No, worse. They think I'm you.

I understand, doctor, thank you.

Thank you, doctor.

EVERYONE CHATTERS

FOOTSTEPS >

Mary Beth?

I see the surgeon Monday.

Dr Berringer's office made the appointment for me. I got his name somewhere.

Dr Berringer said the surgeon will tell me what treatments are indicated.

He talked like that the whole time.

This guy's a surgeon? Does that mean you have to be operated on?

Have the breast removed? Yeah, he said it could mean that.

If you touch me, I'll break apart!

-I don't know what else to do?

-Don't do anything!

-I'll...

-Harv...

THEY SHOUT OVER EACH OTHER

-I'll figure it out! Stop!

-HE SOBS

I'll figure it out! I'll figure it out! I'll...

SHE SOBS

I love you. I wanna be there for you.

Harvey...

I don't want to depend on you for everything.

-I-I don't want to mess up your life.

-Mess up my life?!

Mary Beth, you ARE my life.