Organised Crime Cagney and Lacey

-The results of the Sergeant's Exam.

-The results?

My mother had a dream about it.

She once dreamt that my father wore a dark blue suit.

-Why don't they get it over?

-He NEVER wore a dark blue suit!

Two weeks later, he keels over.

The Pulaski Post donated a dark blue suit for him to be buried in.

-And her dream about the Sergeant's Exam?

-She called me this morning.

The first one to crack a homicide becomes a sergeant.

Hey, that's what she said!

She's a little late. The results are in.

Due to computer error,

the results will not... You're gonna LOVE this one! Sorry.

Will be delayed for up to a week.

COLEMAN: Many are called but few are chosen.

Right. I got two cases.

Cagney and Lacey, then us. Left or right?

-Left.

-Ah! It's a homicide, I can feel it!

Poor box robbery at a church... It's all yours!

A poor box robbery? A lousy poor box robbery?!

The uniforms should do that!

The Archdiocese wanted detectives.

-Great(!) You guys wanna trade?

-A missing person isn't a whole lot better.

If we're lucky, maybe he's dead.

This seems a great fuss over a small matter, but the Archdiocese insisted I report it.

Apparently there have been a string of these, Father. We'll check for fingerprints,

-but I don't think we'll get much.

-Excuse me, Father,

but that little lock isn't much use.

But if they need the money,

they're the ones it was meant for in the first place. Good morning.

-Thank you, Father.

-Sister.

A poor box robbery...?

-You got a dollar?

-Huh?

-I wanna light a candle.

Oh. You think that works?

I don't know. My mother said it did. Thank you.

(Mary Beth.)

Mother, the Medical Examiner thinks that Sister Mary Michelle died

from a blunt instrument to the head.

A wrench...or a crowbar.

She probably...surprised the killer at the poor box.

I'm sorry, Mother.

So senseless... so terribly senseless.

Excuse me, Mother. You're wearing a ring(?)

Oh...symbolic. Our marriage to Christ.

-And the cross. All the sisters wear both a ring and a cross?

-Yes. Why?

Because, er...Sister Mary Michelle didn't have either.

-It may be a junkie.

-There've been several robberies in the area, sir. And St Didier's is nearby.

Sounds like a guy trying to make his morning fix.

A man was seen limping away from a church.

So we've put every junkie with a limp through the computer.

Look, the tabloids'll blow this up: "Crazed Nun Killer", and so on.

Then it'll go to Major Cases. So I want to see some progress fast!

-We'll contact every pawn shop...

-KNOCK ON DOOR What?

Excuse me, Lieutenant. Deputy Inspector Knelman for you.

Yes, Deputy Inspector, what can I do for you...? Uh-huh.

Oh, Lord! What a day!

-It's sardines on the subway until you get to Queens Plaza.

-May as well forget the whole week.

Oh. Waiting for the Sergeant's Exam results is the hardest thing since you thought you were pregnant.

-Thank you, Mary Beth.

-Sorry! I could cut my tongue out! We're always talking about...

-Excuse me. Lacey and Cagney?

-Yeah.

-I'm Phillip Corrigan. I work for Luis Quinones.

-Great(!)

He wants to talk to you. About Sister Mary Michelle.

You tell your boss that we are at the 14th precinct

-8am to 5pm weekdays!

-I hate to insist...

Excuse me, but we're both tired, we've had a bad day.

-And you and I know you're not going to kidnap two cops here in Manhattan.

-Believe me,

-this isn't a kidnap.

-Then cut the Godfather routine, OK?

-I'm Mr Quinones' lawyer.

-Must be a full-time occupation.

He has never been convicted of any felony.

Which may be due to Mr Corrigan's legal skill...or my innocence.

Ladies, can I offer you a ride?

-No, thanks. I've seen this movie.

-Maybe I can offer you dinner. >

-I have something to say to you.

-Why don't you come out and say it?

A walk would be pleasant.

Do you mind if I join you?

I know it would have been easier to meet you as you suggested.

However... I'm sure that you both understand...

a certain apprehension that I have entering a police station.

Mr Quinones, I'm tired and I'd like to go home. So if you wanna talk, just go ahead.

I am very angry about the death of Sister Mary Michelle.

-So are we. Next time use the phone book!

-I want the killer punished.

-So do we. So still use the phone book!

-I want to help you find him.

How are you gonna do that?

I have certain resources at my disposal.

Why should the death of a nun interest you?

She was my godchild.

The daughter of my wife's friend.

She was only 25. My wife and she are inconsolable.

We're sorry for their loss. Assure them it's being handled.

Thank you for your concern and don't take this the wrong way. But...

what I had in mind involved the sharing of knowledge.

Such arrangements have been effective before.

No! Thank you.

-Wait a second...

-I don't like you.

So you and the horse you rode in on...take a hike!

You, Miss Cagney, seem to have better manners than your partner,

and do not harbour such antipathy towards a concerned citizen.

Think it over.

Oh, geez!

O.C.C.B. have a big file on him.

Drugs, porno movies. And he's destroyed over a nun's death.

He said it was his god-daughter.

-I don't like holding hands with a criminal, sir.

-Won't be the first time.

We've solved big cases that way.

So we should have taken him up on the offer?

No, no, no. It's a judgment call,

from case to case, you know? You were there.

You assessed the situation and you made a decision.

I'll back my officers. As long as you get results.

-Yes, sir.

-Put in a file and then find me a nun killer!

Soon!

This is no good!

This is all the drug arrests for two years. You asked for felons with physical deformities.

This includes everything. I just want a limp!

There's no sub-group for limps.

-These two are felons in the 14th.

-And these are in the 22nd.

But they're six months out of date. This stuff changes daily.

A criminal is not a stable homebody.

Where's the cross reference?

You didn't ask for a cross-reference.

What do you think we want this for? Night-time reading?!

Well, how should I know? You needed it fast.

I brought it in my lunch hour. Some people got no gratitude!

I'm just gonna ask one question: WHEN do we get the cross-reference?

If you get all the paper-work to me by tonight,

-I could probably get it to you, the day after tomorrow.

-We need it by TONIGHT!

I don't mean glue-sniffers with bad skin,

but small-time burglars with a habit and a bad leg.

OK? Maybe.

OK, take it. You're eating half of it, anyway.

To go, Mr Antonelli.

To go.

-Lieutenant?

-Huh?

-I wanted to catch you before I left.

-Yeah?

I was wondering, er...if you think the Sergeant's Exam results will come in tomorrow.

-We're at the mercy of the computers.

-Right... I'll see you tomorrow.

Petrie. You know, it's just a test. The odds are very long.

-You ought to try and put it out of your mind.

-I can't.

You're a damned good detective, Marcus. And getting those stripes won't make you any better.

I know... But the money would be nice.

Good night, Lieutenant. Good night.

Listen, Mary Beth. All I know is, Popadreus said the job is mine!

-Oh, honey...that's wonderful!

-Thank you.

-It is. It's terrific!

-So shall we celebrate?

Hero sandwiches and cold beer?

I got this feeling, babe. This is gonna be THE job. Yes, sir.

This is gonna be my show piece, Mary Beth.

The liverwurst is all gone. Will you get some tomorrow?

I'll soon be bringing home more than liverwurst.

I've been thinking, maybe we ought to take a drive this weekend, huh?

-Yeah?

-Maybe look at some open houses.

OK. But not just look.

OK.

I want to buy you a house.

I told you I'd make it up to you.

This co-op deal works out... and we can think about it again. Huh?

Don't sound so excited.

OK, Mary Beth. What is it?

Luis Quinones. He got the job for you.

The mob guy? I don't even KNOW him!

-Well, I do!

-Since when?

-Yesterday!

He came in a big black limousine,

and offered to find the nun killer.

What's the connection, Mary Beth?

He has his hand in EVERYTHING!

This could be a coincidence!

What?! When these two things happen back-to-back to OUR benefit?!

What is Quinones' motive? It doesn't make any sense!

You didn't meet him, Harve. He's trying to rope you in.

Or he's trying to make me look bad.

Maybe he wants some favour later. But this here is NOT a coincidence!

-OK. So what?

-You would take a job off him?!

-I deserve the job, I made the lowest bid!

-But he strong-armed for you!

-What IS the problem? This is my big break here and I'm NOT giving it up!

-Harvey...

-End of discussion!

-The floater in Verrazano Narrows is NOT Harold Green.

-Too bad.

In seven years, if he's still missing, he'd be legally dead and you've got a homicide to work on!

I'm going crazy. Why is it so long?

-We're just as anxious as you are.

-If Harold were dead, I wouldn't have to worry about it.

But what if more than one of you gets promoted?

They won't keep more than one sergeant in the same squad. Someone has to be transferred out!

Yes. I thought you were on my side.

Antonelli, I want those cross- references TODAY! Oh...really?

Oh, Gus. That's great, yeah... What sushi?

Oh, he liked it... Uh-huh... A little restaurant over on 51st and 7th.

No...oh, thank YOU.

OK. Bye-bye. Antonelli's gonna have the cross-references here today.

-Uh-huh.

-How did it go with Samuels?

-He wants me to amend the DD5 file.

-That's it?

-Yes. It may look compromising,

but there's nothing illegal, as long as I report it.

-Great! So Harvey got the job, and you're on the up-and-up.

-Yeah.

There's nothing wrong with Harvey taking this job.

-You did not ask for it.

-Right.

I thought we were going out. Coming?

Five bucks? You guys are cheap.

-You know that?

-You're only going to pour it down your throat.

-You're still cheap.

-Well, I'm sorry for offending you like that(!)

-Cagney.

-Yeah?

The word on the streets is ten grand to the dude who fingers the junkie that offed the sister.

What are YOU offering?

-Two bottles of jimmy-jammy?

-Who's offering you 10,000?

They're gonna make you an offer you can't refuse.

What an unexpected pleasure to see you again.

-Have you changed your mind?

-We heard about your 10,000 reward.

Beautiful, isn't he, Miss Cagney?

A Hyacinth Macaw. Almost the colour of your eyes.

-We didn't come to discuss birds.

-He's not only beautiful, he's smart.

He's friendly. A great conversationalist.

Please, I would like to give him to you. No, thanks. It would give me a lot of pleasure.

You should stop offering things to people.

That is not a very gracious attitude, Miss Lacey.

Detective Lacey!

-Why did you put a price on this man's head?

-Because in this land,

money sometimes oils the wheels of justice.

-What kind of justice did you mean?

-We don't contract out our work.

Why not? Seems very sensible.

Co-operation for our mutual benefit. But you stubbornly refuse my offer.

You think you can manipulate anybody. Me, Cagney, my husband...

I've heard he's found a good job.

Yeah? What's it to you? Stay out of this case! That's all we came for.

-I must say, Mrs Lacey...

-DETECTIVE Lacey!

I don't usually tolerate such disrespectful attitude from anyone!

Particularly not from a woman.

But, I understand that you've been under some personal strain.

An illness.

I beg your pardon?

And so you could not take this examination for sergeant.

A quick arrest here could help your promotion to Detective Second Grade!

And you, Miss Cagney...you have so much riding on this Exam.

What will you do? Lean on New York?

I wouldn't presume to say I could influence something like that.

But I could make a telephone call,

and obtain a preview of the results for you.

No, thanks. I'll wait.

I'm merely saying it's worth considering.

-You and I are getting nowhere!

-I will not go into debt to HIM!

You won't be in debt to him unless you want to be.

Perfect. Harvey thinks the same thing.

Exactly. Why is it all right for Harvey to trade

harmless favours from Quinones, but not for us?

It's NOT OK for Harvey.

You don't understand, do you? First he dangles the little stuff which seems quite harmless.

And then it gets bigger and bigger, until he says, jump. You say, how high? No, Christine. He's evil.

-Evil?!

-You never heard of evil? Or was it the smooth manners that fooled you?

I'm not fooled by anything. I just thought 'evil' sounded sort of Sunday school.

That junkie that killed the nun,

he's pathetic. But he's not as evil as Quinones!

Where does he think that the junkie's GETTING the dope?

And it's prettied up with a lot of money on top.

People make movies and books about it and the whole thing is dedicated to greed!

And violence. And human degradation. It's evil.

"Arrested for possession of drugs.

"Convicted for robbery. Left leg shorter than the other."

Does he live near the church?

-Last known address: Attica State Prison.

-Terrific.

Lacey, phone for you on 3.

Lacey, 14th.

What...? Harve...

Enough! I...

Because I forgot, that's why! I'm working, what do you think?

When I get there, that's when. Harvey...don't start. Goodbye!

OK, I got one.

Got a habit. No limp. Dabruvnick, Milos.

Dabruvnick, M-m-m-m...

Last known address is West 14th Street.

-Oh, forget it.

-Why?

O.C.C.B. turned him. He's a registered informant. Damn!

I'm going to the morgue. There's a guy there and he's dead.

-Great detective work, Isbecki.

-Hey!

-Great.

It's Harold Green, I can feel it.

Tell you what, Cagney, when the time comes, don't stand on ceremony. You can call me Sarge.

Petrie! When we pass the Sergeant's Exam,

and one of us has to go, could you take Isbecki with you?

Chris, it's Sid from Flannery's.

Yeah, Sid. What do you need?

What?

Is he OK?

Yeah. No, I understand.

-OK, I'll be there.

-What?

Charlie's tied one on, but he won't get into the cab.

You gotta go and get him?

Yeah.

-Let's leave this till the morning?

-Thanks.

-Take it easy.

-I'm all right.

-Lean over...the other way!

-Hold it, hold it... Hey!

-Oh, there it is!

Okay...nice and easy... Watch your HEAD!!

Ohh... Come on.

-Oh, Chrissy, Chrissy, CHRISSY!

-OK, Pop.

Hey! My sergeant officer daughter! That's what I tell them.

I tell them you're a better cop than any of them.

You also said I could out-wrestle any of them too.

You could with these wimps. Not like when I was in the Force.

-You know what the doctor said about your drinking.

-We had no rules and restrictions!

-The only computer we needed was in your head!

-I know.

The cop on the beat could tell you anything.

What are you doing? I need another drink.

-You said you'd watch your drinking.

-The whole bar watched my drinking!

-Help me. There.

-What are you doing?

Legs up...UP!

Hey...

I'm so proud of you, you know that?

Now you'll be a sergeant!

Not yet, Charlie.

Your mother would be proud of you too.

-Not like me. I never made sergeant. You know why?

-Because you liked the streets, Charlie.

I was scared.

I failed the test the first time. The second time, I fortified myself

with a little Irish courage.

Oh...it's OK. That's why your mother left me. I was a failure.

Charlie, come on.

Maybe. I never took the test again. Didn't mean anything.

That's what I said... That's what I said.

It's OK, Charlie.

You did good...you did real good.

Hey, Chrissy...? Chrissy?

I'm proud... I'm so...so PROUD of you.

Good night, Pop.

He sounded like hell this morning.

-You'll HAVE to talk to Charlie about his drinking.

-I have!

-And?

-You know when I do my routine, there's nothing to talk about?

-Yes.

-There is something to heredity.

-I got you.

-You and Harvey talk?

-There's nothing to talk about.

..so I gave you a call, right?

-Write that fact right down, right?

-When did he bring the stuff in?

Yesterday, just before I closed. He asked me for a C note!

For this stuff!

Oh, oh, listen, no offence intended.

Anyway, I offered the guy 15 bucks for both pieces.

He took it.

-Do you have the claim check?

-Er, yes...

-What did he look like?

-Not much.

-Could you be more specific. OK.

Medium size, build, hair, eyes. OK?

-Did he have a limp?

-A limp, er... No, no. A habit maybe.

-Like a nun?

No, sweetheart. The eyes, you know. There was nobody home.

A limp...

-Let's see...where is that? Oh, here it is.

-OK? Thank you.

John Brown?! 3400, Lexington Ave...

Lexington does not go up that far.

Look, I don't need this aggravation.

Should I ask for references every time I make a 15 transaction?!

If that's what it takes to avoid fraud - yes.

You cops are all alike!

-Thank you.

-Officer Dolan...

He's on this beat here, and he's on my back. Such accusations!

Fencing. Receiving. I mean, the whole schmere.

But I STILL believe in law enforcement!

The MINUTE I read about you wanting nun jewellery, I called you.

Am I right?

Right?

Right.

So I'm an HONEST businessman. The kind of which you need more of.

So would you tell Officer Dolan that he should allow me to exercise

my constitutional right of breathing?

-Right?

-Right.

-You want to try that description again?

Right.

Mr Lacey? Yeah?

I hear you want Horace Edwards on the Columbus Avenue project.

I'm looking out for your best interest.

I'm afraid Horace Edwards is a trouble-maker.

I've known him for ten years. He's a good man.

I have it on very good authority that if you hire Mr Edwards, there's going to be trouble.

Big trouble... Perhaps you'd like to step into the car for a moment.

We can talk this over, huh? OK.

Harve? Michael says you didn't eat dinner. Shall I warm something up?

No.

-What's the matter?

-Nothing's the matter.

You didn't eat, you're standing on the roof in the rain.

If you don't want to talk about it - fine.

But don't tell me nothing's the matter... Come here.

They came to see me today at the 3rd Avenue site. I was rounding up a crew.

-Who came to see you?

-Quinones and his flunky. They asked me not to hire Horace Edwards.

Horace is the best brickmason I know. When I work, he works.

So...I don't get the job. That's it.

Oh, geez.

You know what scared me, Mary Beth? I was tempted, I really was.

I wanted that job so badly, I'd think I can do without Horace. I don't owe him anything.

Look... anybody would be tempted, Harve.

Yeah...? You should have seen it.

There am I in the back of a limo and this guy's talking to me like I'm in his family.

He's telling me not to be so proud and to think of you and the boys.

He made me feel like, er... I don't know...

-Saying I wasn't a good husband or provider, you know?

-Oh, geez.

Why couldn't I tell him off? Huh?

At least I'd have had some satisfaction...some good feeling.

Oh, no. All I could think of was here was this guy...

and he was coming along like a god or a wizard with a magic wand and he was gonna make it all OK.

-You know what I mean?

-What?

-The house, Mary Beth.

Oh, forget the damn house!

-You sure?

-Yes, I'm sure!

I want a house, Harve, but I don't want to be a member of this man's family to get one.

Huh...! Huh!

To heck with the house.

We'd miss the view of Queens Boulevard, right?

Sound of the planes, sound of the EL.

Cop cars in the... middle of the night.

-Who can live in all that quiet?

-No good Chinese restaurants nearby.

-I think you're pushing it here.

-You think so?

-They found him there.

-Memphis?

-Yeah.

-Can't be Memphis, he's dead.

He ran off with his secretary.

He isn't even a missing person, he's just another cheating husband!

You're on Community Relations now. You have to talk at these schools.

Now I'll never find a homicide! Maybe you'll BORE someone to death.

I ran off this composite from the pawnbroker. Will you distribute it?

-If there's anything I can do to help with your case...

-Back off, Isbecki. It's OUR case!

Just a little piece of it? I'll even do the paperwork.

You either passed or you failed - never mind what your mother dreamt.

-That's what I told my father. Two weeks later he was six feet under.

-Get anything?

Nothing. If the man had a limp the computer does not know him.

So we can either start from scratch or we could give it to Major Cases.

-There's a third possibility.

-NOT Quinones!

-No. My father said computers...

-There's nothing IN the computer!

-That patrolman on the 22nd?

-Dolan.

-Needle in a haystack, Christine.

-Let's give it a shot.

-Hey! You Dolan?

-What can I do for you?

-We're Detectives Cagney and Lacey. We're looking for a suspect.

-We've got a composite from Morris.

-I'll nail him one day.

-He may have a limp.

Looks like MacDonald, but he doesn't limp. Not now.

-Not now?

-3 weeks ago he had a limp.

He said he did it in basketball! A heavy doper can't play basketball.

-So this might not have shown up on the computer?

-A limp?

-Yeah.

He's walking fine now.

Do you know MacDonald's address?

KNOCKS ON DOOR

Mr MacDonald?

Open up! It's the police! We want to talk to you!

-(Fire escape.

-Kick it in.)

Hold it, young fella! Up against the wall!

Spread 'em!

OK, young fella, what's your name?

-This isn't MacDonald?

-No. What's your NAME?!

-I'm not telling you.

-Why were you in his flat?

What were you DOING there?

We were just waiting for him.

We...?

Lacey! Lacey!

-Get him?

-There are two! Have you got one?

-I'm on it!

There were two pistols in the cistern.

Both these goons are probably connected to Quinones.

-He may have put a contract on MacDonald.

-Which we can't prove, so we'll book 'em for a minor rap.

-So MacDonald is still out there.

-Seen the holding cell?

-Sir?

Is that him?

-That's MacDonald?!

-Isbecki was down at a school. The guy says to him "Are you a cop?"

He wants to turn himself in as the Mob is after him.

He's less afraid of the NYPD than the Mob!

You're kidding.

-You! You know what kind of a stink bomb you are, huh?

-Please...

You killed a HOLY woman! You got my HUSBAND miserable

all because you stick a needle in your STINKING arm!!

-I need some methadone, lady...

-Aw...you're breaking my heart... You're BREAKING my heart!!

Sergeant Isbecki. Kind of has a nice ring to it, huh?

THEY know you got it? No! They'd tear me apart!

Well...?

Kazak blew it. Pappas blew it.

Second time round, that's tough. Isbecki?

Not even close. He should've studied harder. Petrie made it. >

But he won't get it for two years.

That's too bad. He could have used the extra money before that. What about Cagney?

All this crud because of one sad little junkie. I'm sorry, Chris.

Why? He turned himself in.

-We couldn't have caught him even if we'd used Quinones.

-Yeah.

-Mary Beth, I'm not going to pass my Sergeant's.

-You're not serious?

Why? Because of Isbecki's mother's dream?

-No, Knelman. I pressed those harassment charges.

-He's one man.

-He's one Deputy Inspector.

He asked me not... Hell, he BEGGED me not to do it!

But I did it!

I'll tell you something I think is damn unfair. I've worked hard and I earned it and I DESERVE it!

I iced that exam!

-I bet you iced the tape too!

-Damn straight?!

-POLICE SIREN

-Hennessey.

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-What?!

-Cagney! You in there?

-What is it, Sergeant Coleman?

Lieutenant wants to see you now!

Christine, whatever happens, it's OK. I think you made it. I'm pretty sure you made it.

I hope to God you made it, because you were proving it for both of us.

If the answer's no, that's OK.

Next time we'll BOTH take the test. I remember taking a geometry test.

Everyone figured George Fishman, the brainbox, would get an 'A'. I got 92, he got 83.

I LOVED geometry...

APPLAUSE

ALL RIGHT!