Post-Partum Cagney and Lacey

Mr Brennan, when you were arrested, were you on a weekend pass?

What were you doing in that hotel room?

Where'd you get the cocaine?

Were you going to use it?

Were you going to sell it?

You trying to protect someone?

Why won't you answer my questions?

No offence, ma'am,

but I don't think I want to talk to you any more.

Yes, you're starting to repeat yourself.

Maybe it looks like he's guilty but I know he's not.

The kid was caught in a hotel room with three grams of cocaine.

To top it all off, he won't talk to his lawyer,

his family or anybody else.

I was hoping, as a cop, you'd succeed where we failed.

-Hey, I tried, all right?

-I think he's scared.

Well, I think he has every reason to be.

I just don't believe that Andy Brennan could be doing coke!

Is it that belief that's making an ACLU lawyer take a drug case?

His grandfather and my father were army buddies.

-So you're doing it as a favour?

-No!

I'm doing this because I believe he's innocent.

-Well, you're the only one who does, David. Plead him out.

-Chris!

He won't make a guilty plea. He's a couple of months before graduation.

They'd kick him out of school.

There's not much you can do with a hard head like that, is there?

Unless you know another hard head who might get through to him.

Are you trying to charm me?

Will you just talk to his grandfather with me tomorrow,

after Andy's arraignment?

I need somebody who is more objective,

who's done investigative work.

I'm flattered. I also have cases of my own.

I can make it worth your while.

-It's not even in my precinct!

-I could be later.

We could go to a movie, have some dinner.

Tonight I am going to Queens

and I am taking pictures of my partner's family.

-What are you doing afterwards?

-I don't know!

What am I doing afterwards?

-Don't touch me.

-HE CHUCKLES

Harvey Jr, I've seen you look a lot sexier than that.

It's a family portrait, Christine!

Why don't you get in with the rest of them? Come on, Mrs Lacey.

-Muriel, please.

-Come be in the picture.

Maybe next time.

Mary Beth, can you get Alice to smile, huh?

In a month or two she'll smile. In a minute or two she'll cry.

Snap the picture.

OK?

Good, one more.

There, perfect!

- Can we go now? - Go, go, get out of here!

Whose idea was it to have kids, yours or mine?

Oh, Chris, what are you doing?

When I'm lonely, this will remind me what family life is like.

Let me take her, dear.

It'll give you a moment alone with your friend. Come on.

Come to Grandma, come to Grandma, my little angel! Oh, my little angel!

-Come to Grandma!

-Got you, Muriel.

-Want some coffee?

-Yeah.

Listen, Mary Beth, that West Point cadet I was talking about?

David wants me to help to investigate the case.

She gained five ounces since you saw her last.

-I beg your pardon?

-12 whole pounds she weighs. Can you believe it?

Well, she carries it very well.

-Mary Beth, are you listening to me?

-She's going to be hungry soon.

-I think the kid's guilty as hell.

-I'll warm her formula.

Thank you, sweetheart.

She's 24 inches long, Christine. That's in the upper 85th percentile.

-Well, maybe she'll be a basketball player.

-I wouldn't mind.

Harv Jr and Michael would love it.

"Al", they call her.

You give her a nice name like Alice Christine, they call her Al.

Listen, Mary Beth, are you really going to come back on Monday?

Yes, I still have to get my doctor's OK

and we have to re-qualify for firearms.

We do that Thursday, right?

Yeah, I've got it in my calendar.

Good. You want to go look at her?

BABY GURGLES

I just saw her.

She's beautiful.

With the possible exception of myself,

she's probably the prettiest baby I've ever seen.

You really should see her when she's eating.

I have.

Not recently.

She's very active now when she eats. You want to go see?

Well, uh, maybe some other time.

Tonight I've got to write some letters

and return some phone calls and pay some bills, you know how it is.

-Well, if you have to go, you have to go.

-Yeah.

Thanks for coming and doing the pictures.

Oh, I was glad to help out. I'll talk to you later.

-Goodbye, Harv!

-Bye, Chris!

-See you.

-Bye.

-Look at that face!

-She does have a perfect, beautiful face, huh?

Your mother'd be happy the baby has her name.

Yeah, she'd be happy knowing I have a daughter.

Oh, I always wanted a daughter.

My mother always used to say,

"I hope some day you know how hard it is raising a girl."

And now some day I will.

So I'll be coming each day at 7:15 if that seems right to you.

You better get used to it, my Alice. You got a working mother.

If I got used to it, so will she.

OK.

-You look tired, dear.

-I am tired.

Yeah, and I'm about to get tireder.

Why don't you let me give her her bath?

Oh, no, we're doing fine. Thank you, Muriel.

-Can I get her bottle?

-Her daddy's doing that for her.

Yeah.

You know something, Alice?

Any time my mother cried, I cried too.

I don't know what it was. Yeah.

Nobody else did that to me. Not your daddy, not your brothers.

And I love you guys as much as I did her, probably more, yeah.

But seeing my mother cry always broke me up.

I guess Grandma had other things to do.

Yes, some day you'll have other things to do too.

SHE CHUCKLES

Retired after 35 years. Good years in service.

And all that time, I never had one black officer.

The army's integrated now, but it really meant something

that my grandson was going to go to West Point and become an officer.

Andy used to take his weekend passes with you?

Ever since his parents died.

For the last four months, he's been staying in the city.

Do you know why?

There's a whole lot to explore in New York.

Do you know where he goes, what he does, who his friends are?

All I know is Andrew is innocent.

If I wasn't sure of that, I would never have posted his bail.

Did he tell you anything about this?

He told me it was all a terrible mistake.

With all due respect, Bob, would Andy lie to you?

To reassure you because he loved you?

A cadet is bound by the honour code.

He doesn't lie, cheat or steal.

Sergeant Major Brennan, if your grandson is involved in drugs,

maybe the honour code doesn't mean anything to him any more.

You don't become a Sergeant Major in the United States Army

without being a good judge of character.

I'm telling you,

that my grandson, Andrew,

does not use drugs.

-Forget it, Isbecki.

-Come on, Coleman, it's not exactly a state secret.

All we want to know is who won the Lacey baby quinella.

A bookmaker is like a priest. My lips are sealed.

Coleman, in magazine sweepstakes, you just send in a self-addressed,

stamped envelope and they send you back the winners.

You can send as many envelopes in as you want.

I am not telling you who won the dough.

If the winner wants to tell you, that's his prerogative.

"His." He said "His", and that eliminates Cagney.

What eliminates Cagney?

We're trying to find out who won the Lacey baby quinella.

Is crime at a standstill, gentlemen?

Come on, Cagney, it's not like it's the only thing we're doing.

I am also trying to find a date for tomorrow night.

-Tell me if you find out who won the bet.

-You'll be the first to know.

If Isbecki gets a date, I don't want to know.

-Cagney, Lieutenant's looking for you.

-Thanks, Petrie.

Cagney.

I need your help.

There's a man in my office.

I told him he should talk to you, that you may know more about this,

or at least you would know how to handle it.

The bottom line is I don't want to deal with it,

so I'm going to tell him that I'm turning it over to you.

Lieutenant! Would you like to brief me first?

This may seem silly, but I tend to be a little less apt

to screw things up if I have a vague idea of what's going on.

That man in my office is looking for his daughter.

A missing persons?

They're so depressing. Give it to Newman!

No, maybe this one will be different.

You see, he says he hasn't seen his daughter in 30 years.

Then maybe it's best if we turn it over to missing persons.

Normally I would, but this is a special situation.

They all say that, Lieutenant.

His daughter is Mary Beth Lacey.

He really went back to the old neighbourhood, huh?

Apparently.

All they knew was that she was a cop now

and married to a man named Lacey.

Hey, you didn't give him our phone number or address, did you?

No, I gave him nothing.

Martin Zzbiske.

When I ask about him, she always clams up.

She told me he left when she was eight years old.

I don't know much more, Chris.

You know, Harvey,

-he seemed like a nice man.

-Oh, yeah?

Well, Hitler had a hell of a smile too.

He came back, Harvey.

-After all these years...

-I wonder what the guy wants.

He said he wanted to see his daughter.

Oh, is that right, huh? Where has he been for the last 30 years?

I mean, a man walks out on his family.

What kind of a man is that?

Look, Harvey, he said he wanted Mary Beth to have this.

He'll be at the Beaumont till check-out time, Friday.

I'll tell her her father's trying to see her.

I think she already knows it, Harvey.

What?

He said he'd wrote her three letters,

sent them to the precinct.

She never told me.

She sent them back unopened.

"Moved, no forwarding address."

He had no right to go to you, that bastard.

He went to the precinct.

He gave this to Chris to give to you.

He's staying there till check-out time, Friday.

Mary Beth, are you going to ignore this like you did those letters?

I'm going to check the baby and go to bed.

Just tell me why you didn't tell me that he was writing you.

It didn't interest me.

And I didn't think that it would interest you.

Oh, come on, baby - you're telling me you were not even curious?

When I was a little kid, I was curious.

I was curious why he left us.

I used to think about it a lot.

And then I stopped and I am not going to start again now.

Mary Beth, I hate him for hurting you,

-but there is more to consider here.

-Not for me.

-Mary Beth...

-the man is your father.

-On a piece of paper at some city hall, maybe.

Nowhere else.

HE SIGHS

Saturday is a low occupancy night,

so the hotel encourages West Pointers to say here

-by offering special rates.

-What you get?

Well, Andrew Brennan registered alone, made no phone calls,

charged nothing to his room and had no visitors.

-I thought you said a single room was 55 a night.

-A weekend special.

Seemed you overcharged Mr Brennan for his room.

Hey, it happens. What do you want us to do about it?

Have a refund waiting for him at Rikers Island?

Let's see the room.

The music was on very loud. We called up, nothing.

Knocked on the door, still no answer, so I used my pass key.

The police report said the place was in shambles.

The guy was coked to the gills.

Look what he did to this mirror, huh?

When I come in, he's down on his knees,

trying to gather up all this white powder off the rug.

Well, the blood test showed no sign of drugs.

Is there a chance that there was someone else in this room with him?

Like I said, he registered alone, that's the only door,

so where would anybody else go?

Out the windows!

Uh-uh, hermetically sealed.

Could the cocaine have been in here before the cadet checked in?

Oh, sure. Some dude,

he left 500 worth of cocaine lying around the room!

Come on, honey, how long you been a cop?!

The kid is guilty as sin!

Don't call me honey.

Thank you.

That honour code says that a cadet cannot lie, cheat or steal.

-It says nothing about snorting.

-I need basil, where's your basil?

-David, you're not listening to me.

-I don't have to.

Everything you're saying you've been saying.

-So where do you keep the basil?

-I would try the spice rack.

Why don't you face the facts and plead him out?

Chris, most of the time I end up defending people who are guilty.

I know it, the cops know it, the judge knows it.

It's my job to protect their rights.

Only this time, this once, I have a client who I know is innocent

and I want to prove it.

I'd like to help you prove it.

But the fact is you have a client who was caught red-handed.

He won't even defend himself, for God's sake.

Oh, Chris.

Well, you've got nothing going for you but family loyalty

and some pig-headed conviction the kid's clean.

So you think I should give up the case?

I think maybe you should just get away for a bit.

Maybe you're right.

How about tomorrow we both take the day off?

-You and me?

-Yeah.

Well...

they owe me a few days.

I'll take you to this beautiful place I know upstate.

I understand why Mr Keeler is here to see Cadet Brennan.

I'm not quite so sure why Sergeant Cagney

is here to see his roommate.

-Why else would I go to the country?

-Excuse me?

It's a background investigation, Major.

I have to tell you, I couldn't be more surprised by the accusation.

Mr Brennan happens to be one of the finest cadets

we have at the academy.

DOOR OPENS

-Mr Brennan reports as ordered, sir.

-Mr Redding reports as ordered, sir.

There's no way that my roommate used drugs at the academy.

Everything is unlocked and open for inspection at all times.

There is no way he could hide it.

And I don't think Andy used drugs in the city either.

He's just not that kind of guy.

-Fine.

-Please. Thank you, ma'am.

How does your roommate spend his weekends?

He doesn't talk about himself that much

but I figured he took a hotel room

instead of going to his grandfather's, like he used to,

because he had a girl.

I always assumed you cadets were pure of heart and all that.

No, ma'am, you've got us confused with the Boy Scouts.

See, there's not much we can't do

just as long as we don't lie about it.

I see.

Well, your roommate had a single room.

There goes my girlfriend theory.

Think he might have smuggled her in?

No, ma'am, that would be a violation of the honour code.

It would be stealing.

Would you mind explaining this honour code to me?

I thought we'd do some skiing while we're up there.

-I still don't understand why we had to come back right away.

-I've got a hunch.

I checked with the weekend clerk.

The cadet in question did request a double room.

But there was a mix-up in reservations,

we only had a single available.

Cadet Brennan accepted the single

but insisted upon paying for a double room.

Why would he do that?

Excuse us just one moment, thank you.

Remember in college, you'd pay for one room

-and 14 kids would pile in and sleep on the floor?

-Yeah, sure.

Well, cadets can't do that. Their honour code won't allow it.

If you pay for a room for one, only one person can sleep in it.

If a second person sleeps in it without paying, that is stealing.

Andrew Brennan paid extra for the room

because someone was going to spend the night with him!

So now you think he's innocent.

I think there's a chance.

I don't play my records half as loud as she cries.

I will be the judge of what is too loud in this house.

Both of you screaming is too loud!

-HARVEY: Hey, open up, it's me.

-Go answer the door for your father.

Hello!

Hello!

Ah, this is not the way

the hunters were met by the gatherers, I'll tell you that.

-The who?

-Hunters and gatherers, haven't you ever heard of them?

They're a rock group from the '50s, am I right?

PHONE RINGS Excuse me, I'll get it.

-Hello?

-Hiya, Harv.

-Hi, Chris, how you doing?

-MARY BETH MOUTHS

-Is she in?

I'm sorry, Chris, she's not at home.

Mm-hm. She's making a salad

and you're about to sit down to dinner, right?

Hey, you're good. You're very good, Chris.

I'm trying to find out if we're still going

to the firing range on Thursday.

Thursday?

Yes.

Can I trust her with a gun?

Well, if not, it's been nice knowing you, Chris.

It's had its moments.

Goodbye, Harv.

I don't like doing that.

Why does Muriel buy croutons?

-Nobody here eats croutons.

-So tell her.

I'll tell her.

What kept you tonight?

Oh, just thought I'd stop off

and buy some...champagne.

-What's the occasion?

-Sit down, babe.

You remember the bit I did for Garibaldi?

-Yes.

-Yes?

Saratoga Springs, here I come!

-That's fantastic!

-I got it!

-Oh!

-I got it, honey.

-Oh, Harvey, that...

-We got it!

-I'm so proud of you.

We got it.

-That's a barn transformed into a mall!

-Yeah.

-Move over, Frank Lloyd whats-his-name!

-Right!

Yeah, I've got to leave tomorrow.

I've got to get a subcontractor, a crew...

-Tomorrow?

-Yeah.

I'll only be gone for a couple of days.

-Tomorrow.

-Yeah.

Mary Beth, it was you

-who wanted me to go after this job in the first place.

-Yeah, so?

So it means more money towards a down payment on a house.

It also means that you'll be away from home a lot.

Yeah, and my mother will be here.

I'm not talking about your mother, Harvey, I'm talking about you.

Well, I'll be gone two, three days a week

for three months, maybe four.

Why don't you just move there, save yourself the travel fare!

-Oh, Mary Beth...

-I wouldn't want your having a wife and family

-interfering with your plans.

-My plans?

Do you want to eat before you go or do you have to run?

Since when is it my plans?

Look, I don't have to go till tomorrow morning.

Oh, you have time for both dinner and breakfast?

Aren't we lucky(!)

-Are you mad, Mary Beth?

-You want French dressing or Italian?

-You're not mad at me.

-How about French?

You're angry at your father and I am not going to take the rap!

Who asked you to?!

-You want to call the boys for dinner?

-Yeah,

you know, it might be nice for them to have something they never had -

-a grandfather, I mean.

-Don't you dare tell them about him.

Why don't you at least find out why he left like he did?!

If I wanted to find out more about disappearing acts,

I could read about Houdini.

All right then, don't talk to him, stay angry the rest of your life.

But it's hurting you more than it's hurting him.

Harvey!

Michael!

Dinner.

I am not about to dismiss a dead-bang case

just because some jerk overpaid his hotel bill, come on.

Even if it means ruining a kid's life?

Cocaine ruined this kid's life.

Look, all I'm doing is my job, which is prosecuting drug offenders.

And getting a whole lot of publicity for it, too.

Some headlines - "Cocaine Cadet, Snowed In At West Point!"

My favourite was "The Tooter Saluter."

-Yeah, that was unfortunate.

-Yes, it was.

Not for somebody whose eye's on the borough council seat. Huh, Strickland?

I'm going to ignore that, give you one more chance at a plea bargain.

Cadet Brennan is protecting somebody.

Look, you two think he's innocent, I think he's guilty.

We'll see what the jury thinks.

Hey, wait a minute.

What?

If we get you proof positive that someone else owned the cocaine,

will you drop the charges?

I want proof positive and that someone else in tow.

Fine.

Is there any reason your grandson wouldn't want you

-to meet someone he's dating?

-No.

Could it be someone of whom he thinks you might disapprove?

Not Andrew.

Maybe he's embarrassed.

or he doesn't want to embarrass you.

You mean is he seeing a married lady?

Or is he a homosexual?

No, Andrew was brought up with the strictest sense

of what's acceptable, in my family anyway.

-Which leaves us...

-As confused as I am.

He never kept any secrets from me.

None that I've known of, anyway.

But maybe that's what secrets are all about.

If I can do any more for you, Bob...

Please call, if anything happens.

Sergeant Major.

Cadets don't have private phones

so if anyone needs to make a phone call,

they have to use a telephone credit card.

Yeah, so what's the point, Cagney?

Well, if Brennan's been seeing someone for four months,

you know he's called her.

So I thought if we subpoenaed the records

then by process of elimination, we could figure out who she is.

Let me see if I got this straight, all right?

This isn't even your case

and in your spare time, you're aiding the defence.

How do you explain that?

Well, macrame didn't interest me.

All right, OK, I'll give you a subpoena.

But you know, if you've got this much spare time on your hands, Cagney,

maybe I ought to partner you with McIvey

and put you on the Bonita case.

Lieutenant, no!

Unless, of course, Lacey's coming back.

-You look great.

-Thank you, Marcus.

Well, do things look pretty much the same around here?

Well, I was happy to see that quinella thing off the wall.

-You don't happen to know who won, do you?

-Victor.

Did you miss this place?

I did, actually.

Didn't I tell you how wonderful it was to have a daughter?

-Over and over again.

-And you were right every time!

I think it was Samuels.

He says he doesn't bet, maybe he did and he won.

It's got to be someone who's real cheap.

-Who hates to lend money?

-You do.

Maybe somebody ripped you guys off.

Welcome back.

Thank you.

Can I have my gun and my shield?

-Mary Beth...

-I believe they're locked in your desk drawer, Sergeant.

-If you would let me explain to you...

-Thank you for safeguarding my things.

-I should have come to you directly.

-You've got that right.

But I went to Harvey, Mary Beth,

because I didn't know what to say to you.

I knew what I would say to you

but I also knew what you would say back,

or what you wouldn't say.

You finished?

Cos I don't want to be late for the firing range.

I hate it when she acts like me.

-SHOUTING:

-You're not even curious?

-I can't hear you!

Don't you want to know what he looks like?

Want to know what he does for a living?

-What he asked about you?

-Not interested.

The hell you're not. You're dying to know.

I'm here to be qualified, not analysed, Christine.

Go ahead, block out the world.

Pretend you don't care, I know you do.

Who had more information on the baby quinella than anyone else?

Lacey's doctor.

INAUDIBLE

Coleman, that new watch of yours is a beauty.

You like it?

Waterproof, shockproof, costs a mere 435.

What did you do with the leftover 15 bucks?

I promise I won fair and square!

Only it didn't look good so what was I supposed to do?

I had to keep the gloatings to myself, also the winnings.

That does it, Coleman,

that is the last time I ever enter one of your pools.

Want to bet?!

I'll take 20.

I picked these up at lunch today.

Thank you.

The picture of the three kids is great.

And the family portrait, I must say, excellent.

Well, what do I owe you?

Nothing.

It's a present.

I don't want a present.

Well, you can't always have what it is you want.

You developed the ones of her crying too, huh?

Look, I know that in time you're going to forgive me, Mary Beth.

What's it going to take for you to forgive him?

My mother used to forgive him

and every time she did,

he gave her something else to forgive him for.

When he ran out on her, he did us both a favour.

-I know talking to him would be...

-Good luck with your cadet, Christine.

Mary Beth, your father walks away, you may never hear from him again.

-That would be nice.

-Oh, you don't mean that.

Don't tell me what I mean!

After he left, my mother went to work

and she was gone when I got up.

She was getting home when I was going to bed. Weekends...

She was so tired, I would give her breakfast, I'd rub her back.

I used to read to her.

I wanted to make her life a little easier.

I couldn't make it better.

Is not seeing him going to make it better for her?

Or you?

Mary Beth, when we're kids, we make up our mind about people.

But sometimes, later on,

we realise that maybe we made up our minds too soon.

I mean, as kids, we thought we knew everything.

-But we didn't.

-Thank you...

for the pictures.

Look, you don't have to like him. You don't even have to forgive him.

Why not see him, talk to him?

Because he doesn't deserve it.

-DOOR SLAMS

-Sometimes you don't get a second chance!

Mom, Mom, I can't get this to look like this.

Oh, your father will be back tomorrow night.

-Can it wait till then?

-I guess so.

Mom, is Dad going to be away a lot?

A few days a week for a few months, that's all.

But what if we need a man around and he's not here?

What, you mean like if...

-..if we blow a fuse or something?

-Mm-hm.

Well, we could always call the super.

Or your father.

Come here, sit down.

You were listening when you shouldn't have been listening, huh?

Mm-hm.

Mom, is Dad coming back?

Of course.

Why would you think he wouldn't?

Your dad didn't.

Oh, Michael!

This is not the same thing at all.

You see, your father has gone to do a job

so that we can maybe someday have a house.

He's thinking about us.

My father went away and never came back...

..because he was the sort of person that thought only about himself.

Your father is not like that.

I bet you think it'd be maybe neat to have a grandfather, huh?

You deserve a better one than him.

You see, what my father did, walking out on us,

I feel that that...

..is unforgivable.

So you don't want to see him or speak to him again?

That's right.

I hope I never do anything that's unforgivable.

Oh, baby!

You could never do anything

that I wouldn't be able to forgive you for.

You're my son.

But he's your dad!

Well, I have the phone number.

She lives at the Clara Barton Residence For Women on 10th Street

and in the past three months, you have called there 35 times.

Now, if I have to, I can talk to every one of the 60 women who live there.

It can't be that hard to find out which one's been dating a cadet.

Look, Andy...

..I'm going to find the girl.

And I'm going to get you out of this mess,

whether you want it or not, so just give me the name, OK?

Damn it, will you listen to me?

I didn't get out of bed at 4:30 this morning and drive 50 miles

to talk to some stubborn kid who's staying silent

because of some outmoded sense of chivalry.

Is that what it is?

-Outmoded?

-You're damn right that's what it is.

Now, why are you protecting her?

That's what a man does for the woman he loves.

You're going to give up your entire career for some cokehead?

Haven't you ever had anyone

who loved you enough to give up everything for you?

You're living in another century.

Are you all that happy with this one?

I don't know what you're talking about.

The maid in the hotel described you. She loves the ballet,

-said she can tell a dancer by the way she walks.

-Please leave.

I think the two of you fought in the room

because you wouldn't give up the cocaine.

Nobody could hear it, the music was so loud.

-I've got a performance to prepare for.

-The coke spilled.

Maybe he knocked it out of your hand.

But you took off before the hotel security arrived. How am I doing?

I don't have to talk to you.

Well, Susan, I checked you out.

You've already got two priors.

Think you can get off on probation again?

You can't prove anything.

A conviction will ruin his career.

Don't you care about Andy?

I love him!

He said he loved me

but not enough to take me home and meet his grandfather.

He was afraid of what he'd say.

He hurt you so you're hurting him.

All he'll get is a suspended sentence.

He will get expelled from West Point!

Do you know what that'll do to him?

He'll be ashamed of himself,

like he's ashamed of me.

You can't pin anything definite on the girlfriend, right?

I doubt it, nobody noticed her

and the cadet won't talk.

So that's it, huh?

I'm supposed to give up on a dead-bang win for a walk?

And the knowledge that you're doing the right thing

and not prosecuting an innocent man.

Where will that get me?

Oh, I get it!

You've already started holding your press interviews, haven't you?

Let me get your position.

Down with leniency on recreational drugs,

-no-one's above the law.

-Afraid you're going to look like a fool

if you let go of the case, Ryan?

-I'm not worried.

-Well, you should be.

You're going to look even more like a fool

if a detective sergeant from the NYPD gets on the stand

and starts testifying on behalf of the defence.

Where would your dead-bang case be then?

Or your political future?

Let me remind you, Detective Sergeant Cagney,

you have no official jurisdiction in this case.

It's outside the 14th Precinct.

And let me remind you, counsellor,

that any police officer may be subpoenaed by any attorney

for any case of which she has knowledge.

Don't you to have someone else to harass?

-BOTH:

-No!

All right, you win, I drop the damn case!

Was it as good for you as it was for me?!

I hope you enjoyed your visit, Mr Zabriskie.

Thanks, Eddie, I did. It's nice.

-It's Zzbiske.

-Zabiskie.

-Zzbiske.

-Zzbiske. Right, sir.

Your bill is all ready, sir, all you have to do is sign it.

Thanks, I appreciate it, Eddie. Maybe you'll remember next time.

Thank you, sir, I sure will.

My God!

Mary Beth.

Mary Beth!

No.

Mary Beth, please. Please!

You look so much like your mother, it startled me.

And I bet you didn't know who I was, huh?

Well, I'm...

a little older than you remember.

This is just so you can be sure, it's my business card.

You look...

a lot older.

And very beautiful.

You're the image of your mother.

Can... Would you like to go somewhere?

We could get some lunch.

I promise I won't ask you to eat your vegetables

or "green food," as you used to call it!

Or...

Would you like to take a walk?

You're leaving, I wouldn't want to hold you up.

No! Why do you think I came here?

-I have no idea.

-Mary Beth,

your mother and I...

..we were young.

I didn't know what I wanted. I kept...

..messing up.

I couldn't handle responsibility, couldn't accept it.

And a wife and a kid at 19?

I wasn't ready to be anybody's father.

Bad timing, huh?

And bad character.

But it's better now.

I want you to know that.

I have no intention of getting to know you.

-OK?

-Mary Beth, please, I'm your father, we're family.

No, we're related is all.

Family's not what you're born into,

family's what you make of it.

Family's what you didn't have time for.

-I do now.

-I don't.

Please!

(All right.)

Would you do one thing for me?

Would you just tell me about my grandchild?

Your lieutenant said you were on maternity leave.

My husband and I have three children,

-Harvey Jr, Michael and Alice.

-Alice!

That would have made her happy.

-How the hell do you know what would have made her happy?

-Mary Beth...

She told me that she knew she could never love anybody else.

She didn't even want to try.

That's a whole lot of woman wasted waiting for a memory to come back.

Not me.

I don't know you.

I can't remember loving you.

ALICE GURGLES

I loved him so much.

And I missed him so much.

I didn't know where he was.

And I would ask my mother and she didn't want to talk about it.

She never wanted to talk about him....

..because...it made her cry.

And we know what happened when she cried!

(Pictures.)

You see that?

FLOORBOARDS CREAK

You OK, babe?

Yes.

You saw him, didn't you?

-CRYING:

-Yes.

I'm not forgiving him, Harv.

-I'm not.

-I know, I know.

I'll never leave, Mary Beth.

I know.

Thank you, Harv.

(Thank you, Harv.)