DWI Cagney and Lacey

Michael.

I'm not accusing anybody here, but we got missing cheese.

Embezzled mozzarella -

purchased Saturday at Battaglia's Deli,

suddenly vanished under mysterious circumstances.

You have any idea who the perpetrator might be?

No.

Michael.

How do you think we ought to proceed on a case like this?

-Well, I can go get some more.

-That's a good idea.

Come on.

OK. It's 4:29 precisely.

You go straight there, come straight back.

Here is five dollars. I want the change.

And you've got exactly seven minutes from go.

Ready? Five...

..four, three, two, one...

Go! Michael!

SHE LAUGHS

BRAKES SCREECH

CAR DOOR OPENS

SHE GASPS

Michael...

Hey, stop!

Where are you going?

There's a child here!

How could he do a th...?

-I don't know, the guy just...

-The guy pulled away.

Let me through, please. Let me through, I'm a police officer!

Let me in here please! Let me see.

-What colour was the car?

-Mom!

-I saw the guy, he looked like...

No, don't move that boy!

Michael!

Michael, get over here.

Listen, I want you to get upstairs as fast as you can, call

911 for the ambulance and speak slowly.

When you give the address, make sure they get it right.

OK, go, go!

Anton, all right. Everything is going to be all right.

-My boy!

-Does everybody want to step back about ten steps?

Mrs Dashevski, a lot of times these things look worse than they are,

all right? So just talk to him,

make sure he doesn't move, all right? Make sure he doesn't move.

Ambulance is coming. OK.

Listen up, everybody.

Listen, I'm going to need to take your statements,

anybody who witnessed it, all right?

Let's just back up here, shall we?

You're going to be OK. You're going to be OK.

-Right, what's your name?

-Dorothy.

Mary Beth, what were you doing questioning witnesses?

The doctor said you'd deliver early.

You're supposed to stay in your apartment with your feet up.

Harvey must have had a fit.

Harvey and the doctor did not see what I saw, Christine.

-So how's the kid?

-I don't know yet.

Harvey took Mrs Dashevski to the hospital,

they said they'd call when they know something.

Then we probably shouldn't tie up the phone, it'd be wrong.

Listen, I'm so glad you were home.

-It was good to talk to somebody.

-Yeah, well, take it easy, OK?

Yeah. And good luck with taking over night shift, Sergeant.

Hey, piece of cake, Mary Beth.

Running graveyard for two weeks will be like a vacation.

-KNOCK ON THE DOOR

-I've got to go, there's somebody

-knocking at my door.

-Uh-huh, mine, too.

You are so rude.

That was very rude.

I was trying to talk on the phone.

It's a little hard to ascertain the degree of inebriation

from a sixth-floor window, now wouldn't you agree, Mrs Lacey?

Detective Lacey, 14th squad.

I'm on leave, but I have an ID.

And no, I could not testify in a court of law that the

perpetrator was drunk, but he certainly appeared to be.

He is a male Caucasian, reddish hair, 45 to 50-years-old,

between five ten and six feet tall, approximately 160, 175 pounds.

He has got a beige three-quarter trench coat over a grey suit.

You got that? The vehicle said Toddson Properties on the side.

I have statements from several witnesses.

With a little hard work, we could get this guy behind bars

-in a couple of hours, am I right?

-We already have him, Detective.

The driver dropped the dime on himself,

he called us from a pay phone.

-Mary Beth?

-Excuse me.

-Mrs Dashevski, how is Anton?

-The doctors, they could not tell me.

They say my Anton is still with...

In a coma, they don't know when he will come out of it.

He'll be OK, Mrs Dashevski.

Mrs Dashevski is going to get a couple of things.

Then I'm going to take you back to Queens General.

-Yeah, OK.

-Excuse me.

There is a hearing at ten in the morning, Mrs Dashevski,

-you should be there if you can.

-They got the man who hit your son.

The hearing is for him.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

What is a hearing?

Don't worry, I'll go with you. I'll explain everything.

All I'm trying to say is that a guy who has had one too many is

not a criminal in the same sense as, say, an armed robber or a rapist.

Hey, if you haul me off in a body bag, it doesn't matter

if the weapon is a 38 Smith & Wesson or an '86 sedan, it is still murder.

-From the police viewpoint.

-From anybody's viewpoint.

That guy was probably too bombed to know what he was doing.

He left a boy in the road to die!

The point is,

he did not intentionally set out to hurt anyone.

Oh, I see, you have a couple of shooters before you hit the road

and to hell with individual responsibility.

I mean, if anything happens,

it's just the other guy's tough luck, huh?

Excuse me, please.

I beg your pardon!

Drinking and driving is irresponsible,

stupid and dangerous, and I bet about 90% of the social drinkers

in this country have done it, including you.

When I drive, I always stop at two.

Maybe three. But when I get behind the wheel,

I make certain that I drive with extreme caution.

-You do, huh?

-Yes, I do.

-That's what they all say.

-Detective Monk Jack.

-I told you, they call me the Monk.

The Monk, that's right. And Detective Wazowski.

The Mongoose.

The Monk and the Mongoose, of course.

-How are we tonight?

-Okey.

-Dokey.

Yes, I was going to tell you, your cheques are right here.

Actually, I'm glad you gentlemen came in because I wanted to say, I

know how difficult it is when there is somebody new, well, in charge.

Difficult for you already, Sergeant?

No, I meant, well, for you, Monk.

You've been in charge of this shift for what, a year now?

-18 months.

-Right!

Well, being second whip, I will be doing the graveyard

shift for two weeks, familiarising myself with the routine.

And Detectives Isbecki and Petrie, also from days,

will be doing their rotation.

And I see no reason why we can't, well, all coexist in peace

-and harmony.

-None that I can think of.

Excellent.

Have a nut.

Well, thank you.

THEY LAUGH

Oh, golly, golly. I love practical jokes. Uh-huh.

So let's try and make this experience as pleasant

as possible, shall we?

You continue with your routine

and I will certainly do nothing to interfere.

We have no routine to interfere with.

Well.

Whatever it is you do do, just continue to do it.

Okey-dokey?

-Okey...

-Dokey!

THEY LAUGH

Eight million stories in the naked city and there go two of them.

I feel like I have already earned my next week's paycheck.

Patience, gentlemen, it is something we could all use more of.

Marcus, you shaved your moustache!

Yeah, I got tired of what it looked like.

-I hope that never happens to me.

-I like it.

Looks good.

I never figured you for this kind of hobby, Cagney.

It's not a hobby, it's a present for my father.

He made one for me on my tenth birthday,

worked on it for months, every spare minute he had.

And he named her The Christine.

-So what happened to her?

-I lost her when we moved.

I started this one in the hospital when I got shot.

Cagney, my paycheck is missing.

It's there, it's there, Isbecki, keep looking.

No, it's not, it's gone.

It can't be.

LAUGHTER

I am in charge, Mary Beth.

I am responsible for three paychecks and an arrest report,

-all of which are now missing.

-Would you relax? They will turn up.

Why don't you go home and get some sleep.

Cos I'm wired, I had too much coffee.

Is that why I have the pleasure of your company?

No, I thought that a drive to Queens might relax me.

It may put you to sleep?

I think it is a lousy idea that you're going to this hearing,

-Mary Beth.

-Don't start with me, Christine.

Sonja Dashevski needs me, and I am going to go.

-What about your baby?

-I am not endangering this baby.

Excuse me.

Yeah. Hi. Mrs Dashevski, this is my partner, Christine Cagney.

-I'm almost ready to go.

-How do you do?

-Mrs Lacey, I don't know what to do.

-Why, what's wrong? Is it Anton?

No, still no changes since I left the hospital.

But the office of the District Attorney,

they say to me that this hearing, it has been cancelled.

They say the man who hurt my boy has made a...bargain?

Plea-bargain.

Yeah, a plea-bargain.

It's when the criminal makes a deal to be punished

for a lesser crime than he actually committed.

To bargain for justice?

Well, sometimes it's the only way that you can be sure

that someone is punished.

Yeah, only this time it is wrong.

-I'm going to do something about it.

-You can stop it?

-Well, I can do the best I can.

-Excuse me, Mrs Dashevski.

Would you excuse me just one moment?

I'd like to speak with Mary Beth.

-What do you think you're doing?

-What is it look like I'm doing?

-I'm going down to Queens DA to give somebody help.

-Remember the doctor?

Remember Harvey?

-Why don't you just turn it over to the 116?

-Cos the 116

-already rolled it over.

-You're getting upset.

I'm not upset, you're upset.

And Harvey's upset, the doctor's upset, but I am not upset.

The DA has no right knocking down the charges against some crud

-like this.

-You are not supposed to be going out.

I'm not going to let it happen, Christine.

-Thanks, Sergeant.

-Not at all, Mrs Carver.

My daughter played a mean trick on this guy,

dug him out of the California desert where he was happy,

and send him to me in Queens where he is miserable.

She is going to USC Law School.

Wants to be a defence attorney.

I don't know, you try to raise them right

and somehow it turns out all wrong.

Uh-huh.

Look, Mrs Carver, Carl Toddson has had seven priors over ten years.

Eyewitnesses saw him drunk at the scene.

And now you want to knock a Driving While Intoxicated

down to a misdemeanour, why?

The case is wobbly. Your witnesses lack credibility.

In the first place, they were too far away.

Secondly, they are not experts.

His lawyer would slice them and dice them.

One of my eyewitnesses - an off-duty cop who happens to be

my partner - saw him leave the scene.

-His attorney said he went to search for a police car.

-Oh, bull!

Wait, it gets better.

"In shock, he was unable to find the elusive police car,

"so he stopped at a pay phone and promptly called the Queen's PD."

Exactly, three miles from the accident, in a bar.

He failed the breathalyzer cold.

"According to his attorney, Toddson knocked back several martinis

"after calling the police - to steady his nerves.

"He claims he failed the breathalyzer

"for alcohol consumed after the accident."

Mrs Carver, if he can't sell this story to you and me,

-how is he going to sell it to a jury?

-Ha!

There isn't a one of them who hasn't left a Christmas party

on rubbery legs.

Look, in six months, I retire.

Before that, over 1,000 DWIs will roll through this office.

I like to prosecute as many winners as I can,

the rest are a waste of time and energy.

That's my story, Sergeant. Now what is yours?

Why are you so interested in this case?

So, then what happened?

So then I brought up an Independent Reckless Act.

Perfect. Smart, Christine, you were really on your toes.

Yeah, I thought so.

Anyway, she went for it.

You find the witness who can testify that Toddson was too drunk to drive

before the accident, Carver will slam-dunk him.

She also will delay disposition of the case for three days.

-Three days?

-Mm.

So the 116 better get on the stick.

That's not a lot of time to find that witness. Good night, Mary Beth.

-Hey.

-Hi, honey. I left you a note.

There are leftover cannellonis warming up in the oven.

Harvey Jr is on the telephone

and Michael has got his nose in a comic book.

Remind them they said they'd do the dishes.

-Slow down, Mary Beth, what is going on?

-I'm going to go see a bartender.

No, Mary Beth, you are not!

Harvey, Christine got us three days from the DA's office.

Now, it's not a lot of time to build the case, but the 116

said that the drunken driver called from a Callahan's bar.

-Somebody else can build the case, you are building a baby.

-Yeah.

Oh, yeah, we're so lucky, honey, we've got

the baby and we've got the boys, we've got each other.

Mrs Dashevski has only got her son.

And she doesn't know tonight whether her son is going to live or die.

And the 116 says they are too shorthanded to get somebody else, so...

Call this bartender, Mary Beth, ask him these questions over the phone.

That's not the same thing, Harvey, I've got to look in their faces.

You want to have this baby early? The doctor said it could happen.

Well, what do you want me to do, sit home?

Look, Mary Beth, it is my baby, too,

and you are going to wear yourself out.

Do you want to know what wears me out?

The thought of some man staggering back to his car with a boy

laying in the street.

It could have been Michael.

Yeah, I know.

There's a whole lot of things that could happen to

a kid in this city, Harvey, most of which I can't do anything about.

But I can get a drunken driver off the street. At least I could try.

It's hard, isn't it, being home all day?

Oh, honey, it's your slow season.

Your slow season is going to be over in a couple of weeks,

I bet you'll have about a million jobs.

-I mean, I can feel it getting warmer everyday.

-Liar.

Look, I got an address here for a Callahan's bar.

Do you want to help me find it?

I got a better idea.

Yeah, my old man, used to take me to the fights all the time.

Saw you against Giardello, old Hammering Hank.

Let me ask you a question, who was the toughest guy you ever fought?

Giardello was tough. Hey, they're all tough.

You know, I am loving this little stroll down memory lane,

but you didn't come here to talk boxing, now did you?

-Officer.

-No, you got me all wrong.

Harvey Lacey, that's me. See?

I'm a contractor, I'm not a cop.

But you are half right, I didn't come here to talk boxing.

Yesterday, a drunk driver hit my neighbour's kid.

He is still in a coma.

He is my son's age.

The driver called the cops from here, do you remember the guy?

I remember him. He came in to put in a call to his lawyer.

Was he drunk when he arrived? It's real important.

Maybe drunk,

maybe in shock.

Couldn't get enough coffee down him.

Then his lawyer calls him back

and the guy starts socking away vodka martinis.

And then he called the cops.

He even had a few more waiting for the cops.

I should have served the guy a bottle and a straw.

He drank like he had something to prove.

This one is going to widen the inspector's part.

Oops! Sorry.

-I got a message for you, Cagney.

-I don't want to hear it.

I want slumber, I just want to go home.

Do you want this message or what?

-My brain and I are off duty.

-Lacey called!

Said she needs you, sounded like an emergency.

What do you mean sounded like?

-Was it or wasn't it?

-Sounded important, I didn't rate it.

Oh, dammit. Keep trying Lacey and tell her I'm on my way?

-Cagney, what the hell is this?

-It is an arrow, Lieutenant.

-Is it time?

-What?

Coleman said it was an emergency, I thought it was the baby.

I didn't say emergency.

I said very important.

Oh. I thought it was the baby.

All right, I'm here, so what is so important?

Well, Mrs Dashevski called this morning

and she said Anton came out of the coma.

Oh, that's terrific, huh?

Yeah, but they think he might have brain damage

and he has got to have special bone surgery on his left leg.

The doctor said it will cost a hell of a lot of money.

Well, at least there is

no-fault insurance in case Toddson tries to weasel out of it.

No, Christine, she doesn't have no-fault insurance.

No-fault insurance only goes up to 50,000.

Now, with the operations that Anton has got to have and therapy,

they said it could cost up to 100,000.

So? She can sue for pain and suffering, God knows she has a case.

Well, it's not foolproof, Christine, not until we get Toddson.

If he's in jail, they can make him pay still in a civil suit,

I checked.

What is this?

Huh?

You invited me over here just so I could do something for you.

It's not a lot, Chris.

I would do it myself, but Harv said it might snow and he made me

swear to stay in.

-It's one little thing.

-I'm tired, I haven't had any sleep at all.

We only have two days left, Chris.

We? It isn't even our case. Forget it!

This will take you all of 45 minutes, no more.

Listen, Toddson said in his statement that he had

lunch at a place called The Marquee.

Go to The Marquee, talk to the bartender,

see if he remembers Toddson.

Oh, is that all?

Are you sure you don't want me to interview

all the regular clients?

Gee, that'd be great.

-You're obsessed, Mary Beth.

-I am not obsessed.

I'm not the one that gets obsessed, you're the one that gets obsessed.

Hey, if it's an imposition, forget I asked.

Don't do that! Huh!

-If I don't go to the Marquee, you'll go, right?

-I didn't say that.

Of course not, that would be way too obvious.

I just visited the Marquee.

Your boss had lunch there with

a Mr Provasoli prior to the accident.

He's from Boston.

He's interested in some income property.

I made the reservations.

Look, Mr Toddson did not intentionally hurt that boy.

He is not a criminal.

He's sick.

This is his seventh drunk driving charge in ten years, I think

your boss has a drinking problem and needs some help.

Maybe this is hard for you to understand,

but he happens to be a wonderful man.

After Mr Provasoli left, Mr Toddson went into the bar

and he had a drink with an attractive redhead. Mm.

I can't make out my own handwriting. What's her name?

I wouldn't know.

Listen, I have a lot of work to do

and I don't want to answer any more questions.

Well, they left in his car around 1:30, the accident

occurred around 4:30. Where do you think he was for three hours?

I have no idea. I want you to leave now!

Look, I understand your being afraid of losing your job,

but you don't ever have to tell your boss that you talked to me.

I am not going to help you put Carl Toddson in jail.

Even if that is where he belongs?

Carl is my husband.

We have three kids.

Is this Chris Cagney I am talking to?

Chris Cagney who pushed me into worse long shots who knows how many

-times when it was something she wanted.

-Well, thank you, Mary Beth.

You know, it is so nice to do somebody a favour

and then have them take pot-shots at your character.

-You're right, I'm sorry.

-No, you're not, you're mad.

Because I think it's hopeless.

I'm mad because you want to give up and forget about it,

like everybody else.

Nobody can make the problem go away, so nobody should try.

-That is not what I said.

-The DA wants to sweep it under the carpet,

the 116 is only looking for a quick conviction.

So what if Carl Toddson sometimes has a few too many

and then gets in his car?

-We've all been there ourselves, so what?

-Wait a minute.

We've all seen cops go out

and get smashed right after they've arrested a drunk driver.

We all know cops and lawyers and judges who drive drunk, so big deal.

Too bad about that kid being in the hospital, though, right?

Mary Beth, you're not being very rational about this,

so I'm going to go home, OK?

Sure, you don't want to look at it either.

Three drinks, Christine, that's nothing for you,

but that's all it takes to be legally drunk.

What is that supposed to mean?

I got kids. I got a different point of view on drinking.

Oh, I see.

You don't drink and I do.

So that makes me one of those cops you were talking about?

-I didn't mean you personally.

-The hell you didn't.

-You're overreacting.

-And you talk before you think.

Let me tell you something.

Drinking does not a drunkard make.

I am very much aware of what I drink and how much I drink.

I am not irresponsible, I do not drive drunk

and I do not think that drunk drivers should get off lightly.

So the problem with my drinking is yours, Mary Beth.

Not mine.

Damn.

Nothing for me, thanks. Chris?

Sure, I'll have another Bloody Mary, please.

First time I ever saw you drink anything but scotch.

With the hours I'm keeping, this is breakfast.

Here's to the ladies who can hold their booze, whatever it is.

He's not Liberace, but at least he's having a great time.

Well, hey, if you can't have a good time, what's the point?

-These hours are catching up with you.

-Hell no!

I love burning the candle at both ends,

working for my partner all day long and the city of New York all night.

It makes me feel needed, you know?

Relax. Just let it go for a while.

Must be my lucky day -

women who can hold their liquor are still in demand.

That was a compliment, Chris.

Are you trying to pick a fight?

I guess so.

-Sorry.

-Hey, if it helps, I'll go a few rounds.

-Do you think I have a problem with booze?

-No.

-You like to drink, so do I.

-Yeah, I do. So do a lot of people.

Charlie really used to have a good time.

I remember when I was a little girl, I used to sit on his lap

and have some of his beer.

"Chrissy," he'd say,

"if you can't hold your liquor, you're not old enough to drink."

Which is sort of a funny thing to say to a kid.

I'm sure Charlie would tie one on every once in a while, but I...

I never really thought about it at the time.

I never noticed the progression.

And then one night, a few months after he retired, I get this call

from Flannery's and they tell me to come down and get him.

That was the first time I had to put Charlie to bed.

First of many.

I know the doctor is right, Charlie knows it too, he's an alcoholic.

It's a disease, you know?

The doctor said if he didn't lay off the booze,

one of two things could happen - you either go insane or you die.

They say it can run in the family.

Where did all of this come from?

I don't know.

You think a candelabra would help?

You know, you don't have to do this, honey.

It is not a major drug bust,

Mary Beth, I'm just going to find out the redhead's name.

-Harvey, I'm pushing too hard.

-Huh?

Maybe I am pushing both you and Chris too hard.

-Not me, babe, I want to do it.

-She was so mad, Harvey.

Chris'll get over it.

I mean, I didn't mean to upset her.

But I don't want to give up on this while there is still a chance.

I'm with you 100%. How do I look?

Is that that shirt your cousin Stanley gave you that you

promised you'd never wear?

It's perfect for The Marquee.

I hear it's a hot pick-up joint.

You need some gold chains, Harv.

Love that silk. Live alone?

-I'm just waiting for someone.

-Aren't we all.

-You want to talk to me?

-Oh, no.

Miss, look, I don't mean to be rude, but the only reason I'm here is

-because of my wife.

-Yeah? That's kinky.

-No, it's not,

I just want to talk to the day bartender. They told me to wait here.

OK, you're looking at the day bartender.

-What can I do for you?

-You?

Tomorrow we get a name, the bartender promised.

She only knows this redhead by sight, right?

Yeah, but she's going to wait until she comes in and find out her name.

-Simple, huh?

-Yeah, if the bartender is playing straight with you.

-Gave her 20 bucks to make sure.

-20...?

Oh, I don't know if that was such a hot idea, Harv.

I thought cops do it all the time.

Only in the movies.

I mean, I could see five dollars maybe.

After she came through with the name.

Yeah, well, it's worth 20 bucks if we get that witness.

-Sleep tight, babe.

-Yeah, you too.

-Tomorrow is a big day.

-Uh-huh.

We get that witness and, pow, we nail Toddson.

Uh-huh.

-Boy, this police work, it's hard to turn off.

-It's hard, Harv, but do it.

WATER DRIPPING

WATER DRIPPING STOPS

WATER DRIPPING

PHONE RINGS

-Hello.

-Good morning. I wanted to catch you before you went to bed.

I hope you weren't asleep.

No, I wasn't, but that's sweet of you to ask.

Listen, Chris, about yesterday, I'm sorry

if you misunderstood what I said.

-What, that's supposed to be an apology?

-Christine...

Forget it, OK, Mary Beth? It's over.

-All right?

-If you say so.

I called to tell you that Harvey got a couple of leads.

Wonderful, congratulate him for me.

The first is the day bartender at The Marquee.

She may be able to identify the redhead.

But in case she doesn't pan out,

Harvey called one of his welders, Ramon.

Ramon tells Harvey that the reason The Marquee got to be such

a popular place is because the Adult Hideaway Motel

is right down the street.

-Very convenient for some people.

-Let me guess,

you want me to go check them out.

Well, Harvey wanted to, but he had to take Michael to the dentist.

You wouldn't have to go until you wake up.

I'll try, OK, Mary Beth?

But in order to wake up, I have to go to sleep first.

-Good night, Mary Beth.

-Thanks, Chris.

Good night.

The Adult Hideaway Motel.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Good morning. We are from the Jehovah's Witnesses...

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, you caught me at a bad time,

I am on my way to the Adult Hideaway Motel. Excuse me.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Mr Smith.

The last of the big tippers.

He sends me to the liquor store for a fifth,

tells me I could finish what he and the lady don't.

And what they don't finish could fit in a thimble.

-The lady, tell me about her.

-Ah, a redheaded stallion.

-A what?

I used to work burlesque. All the girls were classified in physique.

-Ah.

-The tall ones were stallions and the short ones were ponies.

She wasn't no pony.

Well, did he call the stallion by name?

She wore a necklace with gold letters -

R, I,

T, A.

Rita.

-Chris, hey!

-Harvey!

-How are you doing?

-I thought you were at the dentist.

-Great kid, Mikey, no cavities.

I wanted to get here as soon as I could,

the bartender promised me the name of Toddson's lady friend.

-But the bartender is a no-show.

-Oh.

What brings you here?

The bellboy at the Hideaway Motel said that the woman's name is Rita

and that he brought her and Toddson a fifth, which they polished off.

-Rita.

-Yeah.

-Did you want to talk to me?

-Yeah, hi.

I was here before.

I'm trying to find out about woman who was here on the 17th,

her name is Rita.

I'd like to look at your credit card receipts,

maybe I can find her last name. She may have picked up the tab.

I can't do that.

You were very helpful when I was in here the other day.

Yeah, well, I spoke to my lawyer,

and he reminded me about the General Obligation Law.

Customer drinks in here, goes out and hit somebody, I get sued?

No, this has nothing to do with the GOL.

I'm trying to find out how much he had to drink after he left here.

And I need your cooperation.

Get a subpoena, then you'll get my cooperation.

What if we get Beverage Control down here, to?

Have them take a long, hard look at your liquor licence.

Harvey, I'll handle this.

Don't threaten me, I run a clean business.

What does that mean, you wash your hands leaving bathroom?

-Harvey!

-Listen, don't come in here and tell me what to do.

You listen, pal, you see that Lolita down there at the end of the bar?

The one wobbling on her high heels, talking to Daddy Warbucks there?

How old do you figure she is, maybe 16? 15?

I'm very sorry, he sometimes gets carried away.

I'm sure there is no reason why we can't discuss this calmly.

I got it - good cop, bad cop routine. You don't have to lean on me.

I'll give you whatever you want.

Boy, no wonder why you and Mary Beth love this.

It makes you feel like a million bucks.

-Yeah, sometimes.

-So now we talk to Rita Quintero, huh?

Harvey, I really think maybe I should go alone.

I just think the woman will probably be very nervous.

-Yeah, and you don't want a rookie to blow it, right?

-No.

Well...

Yeah.

Hey, for a rookie, you were OK.

Yeah.

I didn't have anything to do with the accident.

-I got out of the car three blocks from the motel.

-Why?

Why do you think?

-He was smashed!

-So you were afraid to stay in the car.

I was terrified.

I hadn't realised how drunk he was.

Every time I think about what happened,

I just thank God I got out.

That's all I want you to tell the DA.

You don't understand.

That afternoon was a big mistake.

My husband doesn't know anything about it.

I intend to keep it that way.

We need you to get this man off the streets.

Come on, Katie, let's go home.

We can subpoena you, Mrs Quintero.

Do you want that?

If you do, I will deny everything.

I will say that I never saw Carl before in my life.

We have eye witnesses who saw you with him.

If you can get them to testify, I will say they are mistaken.

It will be their word against mine.

Please, Mrs Quintero, your testimony is crucial.

Without it, we don't have a case.

Then you have no case.

Come on.

I was on my way to work, thought I would stop by.

Uh-huh.

Do you always go from SoHo to the precinct by way of Queens?

OK. I had this sudden flash that maybe...

..you were out of chocolate chocolate chip.

-Oh, Lord, chocolate chocolate chip.

-Yeah.

-Thanks.

-You're welcome.

-Where are Harvey and the boys?

-They went out to bring me ice cream.

Can you believe it?

-Mary Beth, I tried with Rita Quintero.

-I know.

I'm sorry it didn't work out.

You did your best, I appreciate it.

-Chris, about yesterday, I hated...

-Maybe I overacted.

But sometimes, you know, you say things without really saying them.

Sometimes you hear things that aren't there.

Now, I don't want to fight about it, Chris.

You are a grown woman and how much you drink is none of my business.

-Dammit, see? There you go again.

-Can we have a truce now?

-No.

This is personal with me, and we will leave it at that.

-Maybe you didn't mean it, but you were out of line.

-I apologise.

I accept.

Now we have a truce.

I got them!

Come on, could you give me a hand here, please?

OK, ship.

Careful.

Easy, easy. Back, back.

Tweezers.

Easy. You are too cerebral, let me do it, I'm an animal.

It's highly technical work, guys.

Not bad, huh?

Don't fake it. Come on, really pull here, will you?

-Thank you.

-Ah, finally.

After two years before the mast, gentlemen, I give you The Charlie.

It's pretty, huh?

I had Lopez, the pawnbroker, engrave a brass plate.

Wait till you see it, it's great. It's great!

Yoo-hoo, Victor, Marcus,

you think you could come over here a moment, please?

Take a look behind the file cabinet.

-Our missing paychecks?

-A rat's nest.

CHRIS SCREAMS

What is it?

Over there. A giant rat!

-Where?

-At the door.

-Banzai!

-Don't shoot!

-Missed it. You missed it, it's over there.

-Get out of the way!

No, no!

No!

GLASS SHATTERS

-I think you just stunned him.

-Cuff him. Around the neck!

Two years.

All that work, all that time...

All that patience.

Don't take it so hard, Sergeant.

Come with me.

Come on.

You dirty rat!

I don't understand.

I used one of mine.

See, I've been on midnights five years now,

I can knock these suckers off with my eyes closed.

You wouldn't guess we'd have a lot in common.

If you didn't work nights, we could have lunch.

-Mrs Quintero?

-Yes.

I'm Detective Lacey, 14 Squad. My partner, Sergeant Cagney,

-talked to you yesterday.

-I already told her I can't help you.

I only need a few minutes of your time, is that asking too much?

We are talking about a child's life here.

Katie, honey, take this inside.

How often do I have to tell you, Detective? I can't help you.

I'm sorry.

Tell Anton Dashevski how sorry you are. He may have brain damage.

They don't know if he's ever going to walk right again.

Tell his mother how sorry you are. She's looking at her son

and looking at doctor bills the rest of her life.

Maybe next time that Carl Toddson gets in his car plastered

and maybe kills a kid, you could tell those parents how sorry

you are too, but don't apologise to me.

You make it sound like I'm guilty.

There are 10,000 children a year in this country

murdered by drunken drivers, you think it is not your problem?

It could have been my kid, it could have been yours!

What if it was? What if it was Katie?

How would you feel if you knew that somebody

could have kept her from getting hurt and did nothing?

Oh, lady, lady...

If I had another choice, I wouldn't do this to you.

But I don't know another way to make sure this man

doesn't hurt more children.

Now you can take a small risk and maybe do a lot of good.

Or else you can go ahead

and go inside your apartment, close the door

and let a criminal like Toddson keep getting away with it.

That's up to you.