The Man Who Shot Trotsky Cagney and Lacey

THEME MUSIC PLAYS

-Nice leather.

-Not a bad day's work, Arnie.

I wish to report...a homicide.

We'll see if we can't grant you that wish, sir.

You can't do this to me! People come and watch me dance.

They spend their money. I bring the city revenue.

Arnie, they can't spend it if they don't have their wallets.

If you put me in jail, people will stay home.

-You'll regret it.

-Keeping the streets safe?

You want to finish booking him.

You don't patronise the arts, or what?

Hey, Arnie, looking sharp.

Today, the precinct, tomorrow, the White House.

Two weeks of liquor store break-ins, petty larceny, car thefts...

Oh, I can see what's coming a mile away.

-..purse snatchings, Mary Beth.

-How many more of these can you take?

I know what's on your mind, Christine,

-so do you want to get to the point?

-Sure.

I want to go after Mansfield. Is that fast enough?

-Leave it go, Chris.

-No. We have the time now

and we certainly could use the excitement.

Every time things get dull around here,

you drag that one out and we get nowhere. He went underground.

-Leave it to Narcotics.

-It is dead at Narcotics.

Dead at Narcotics because we blew the collar.

No, it is dead at Narcotics because I blew the collar.

I'm because the one who entrapped him.

We both got grief from the man, now what do you want to go get more for?

I say we go out on the streets and just churn up some accounts and see what comes up.

-I mean, he can't stay underground forever.

-Yeah, and who does this?

Can I have your attention here?

This gentleman wants to report a homicide.

Someone just shot Leon Trotsky in Union Square Park.

Homicide requires a detective on the scene.

Lieutenant wants to know who's catching.

Cagney and Lacey are.

Oh, afraid not, Victor, no, no.

We've just got a very hot tip on a breaking drug case,

didn't we, Mary Beth?

Right, uh...

He's all yours, fellas.

Oh, we can't. We have Arnie.

Well, Newman and Corassa, it looks like your lucky day.

Coleman, he's a nutcase, call Bellevue.

A homicide gets reported, it gets checked out.

Leon Trotsky was a Russian revolutionary.

- So? - He's been dead over 45 years.

It could be a helluva collar.

Thank you very much.

You know my feelings about using informants, Christine.

Using them is our only chance. We've already tried it Narcotics' way.

Mansfield is too smart to sting.

If he's so smart, what would he be doing in Brooklyn?

The 65th collared a major supplier last month.

The streets are just ripe enough for him to move in.

I know it.

I don't want to hear about last time.

OK. Who are we talking to?

Hector Estevez.

Is that that kid who stole your car?!

Yeah.

I've asked him to keep his ears open for me.

And you trust this kid?

Hector? Sure, he helped me find my car, didn't he?

As I recall, you threatened him with grand larceny auto,

then he helped you find your car.

So, he needed a little persuading.

Fasten your seat belt, Chris.

Put your seat belt on, or I'm not moving.

Thank you.

Cagney! You're looking good!

Thank you, Hector.

I'd like you to meet my partner. This is Detective Lacey.

How do you do, Mr Estevez?

Today, much better than expected.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

Oh...you're not telling me she lost her car again?

Not since you left the business.

You hurt my feelings!

And to think, I've been saving one of these specially for you.

I like him.

You know, Cagney, I was just about to call you.

Did you hear something?

-No, I just wanted to chat.

-Hector, you said that you would get in touch

if you heard anything at all.

You know the first principle of business, Cagney...

is motivation.

You asked me to do a dangerous job.

But I don't got no motivation. How can I do this for you?

OK, Hector...

-..what do you want?

-Well, it's my brother, Ernesto.

See, he's a spiritual advisor,

who must travel from place to place and cannot always watch the meter.

So, how many parking tickets does he have?

Just a few.

Look, you find out if it's Mansfield.

If it is, then we'll talk business.

Oh, I like talking business with you.

See you at the diner, Hector.

8 o'clock...

tonight.

Cagney, again, you do me dishonour.

See, in my neighbourhood, the hombre asks the lady out.

And I thought chivalry died.

See you tonight, Hector.

Chris, I can't go with you tonight.

Muriel's taking the boys to movies and Harvey and I have

two whole hours together.

It's a very big deal, Christine.

-We're hoping that Alice sleeps half the time.

-So, what do you think?

I think it'd be nice if she slept the whole time.

I mean about Hector.

Oh, it's a long shot, Christine.

If there is a new supply, it could be anybody.

It could also be Mansfield.

-I say we dig around, see what we come up with.

-OK.

-Let's stop by the 6-5 Station...

-Oh, Mary Beth, come on.

We owe them, Christine.

I'm not going to waste my time making courtesy calls. He's ours.

If he comes out here, we're going to be the ones to nail him.

All right, then we will track down Detective Bisconti

and at least let somebody know we're around.

-Oh!

-It's protocol, Christine.

Forget it.

Bisconti, wait a second. Huh? We'll even let you have the assist.

No, what you mean is you'll let me

back you up in case you get in trouble.

Well...that's a terrible attitude.

Well, what are you working on?

Nothing, just penny-ante stuff. It's nothing you'd be interested in.

See you later, Sarge.

-Make sure you get pictures of everything.

-Hey!

-Be nice, Christine.

Bisconti!

Give us a break here, huh.

-Call it a favour.

-You owe me already.

I paid you back!

I handed you that Stranski collar on a silver platter.

Oh, yeah? And what about the Spencer case?

Do you want something on the Spencer case?

Look, Cagney, I'd love to help you out, but the 65th is my precinct.

-You're going to learn to cooperate.

-Bisconti, over here, please.

So much for protocol.

Sometimes I think Christine forgets we're all in the same department.

I'm so sorry to be late, sweetheart, but first we had to go to Brooklyn

and then, at the last minute, we got called downtown.

-It's OK, babe, forget it.

-Oh, that's nice.

-You're not upset?

-No.

That's nice.

How's our little girl?

-Sleeping like a baby.

-Uh-huh.

-You want to go look at her?

-In a while.

Mmm, Harv...

Harvey...

the boys are going to be back any minute.

You're wrong, Mary Beth.

-The movie got out 6:30, Harv.

-Mom took them for ice cream.

-Doubles, I hope.

-Sundaes.

-Mmm.

-The works.

There's a man after my own heart.

BABY CRIES

28 tickets?!

You got to learn to relax, Cagney!

I don't think this cop business is so good for you.

28 is hardly what I'd call a few.

-You owe me, Hector.

-How was I to know?

OK, tonight, I buy you dinner.

I don't think I have much of an appetite.

You will because I'm going to make you one happy muchacha.

Is it Mansfield?

Are you sure?

On the grave of my mother.

I got his name from two different dudes.

So, Cagney, I get the tickets fixed or what?

Yeah, thanks.

Ah-yah!

-That's good work, Hector.

-Good?!

I think great!

And tonight I bring you a special bonus.

Free of charge...

Word on the street is...

..it would not be healthy for your man to stay in town.

He's making one big drop, then...adios.

-He's leaving? When's the deal?

-End of the week.

-Can you find out who his buyer is?

-HE INHALES SHARPLY

Maybe.

-But how can I do this job if I ain't got no motivation.

-Motivation.

OK, Hector, I'll have you registered as a confidential informant.

I do you these favours...

and you want me to play your pigeon for chickenfeed?

Now, I think maybe there is special dinero for special hombres like me?

-Say...500?

-500?!

-(Are you crazy?!)

-I don't think so, but,

maybe you don't really want this dude.

Sit down, Hector.

I'll see if I can get you 200.

Listen, Cagney...

I like you.

And I want you to respect me.

Now, would you respect me if I did what you asked for 200?

I'll try for three.

But I want you to find out who's making the buy for Mansfield

and be here tomorrow 2 o'clock.

You got that?

You drive a hard bargain.

If I ever need a business partner, I might look you up.

Maybe I might even let you model my dresses.

-Morning.

-Morning!

-How'd your night go?

-It didn't. Tonight we try going out.

What do you...?

It's nice.

Well, at least my night paid off.

Hector showed and said that the supplier was Mansfield.

What a surprise.

I got something here, Mary Beth.

What you have is the word of a kid who was saying exactly what

-he knows you want to hear.

-Now I have this.

Bisconti ID'd the body in the 65th yesterday.

Tentative identification, Donald Tracer.

He was Mansfield's muscle.

I think Mansfield put a call in on the old suppliers

so he could take over the territory,

then somebody killed Mansfield's bodyguard to scare him off.

-Maybe.

-Maybe?! It all fits!

According to Hector, Mansfield is coming in,

making one big deal and then leaving.

We can do this, Mary Beth.

It's Mansfield.

You two haven't forgotten already what happened the last time?

No, sir, we have not.

Well, crazy as it seems, the DA's office does not like it

when our detectives entrap their collars.

This time we can nail him making the real drop.

-He can't force entrapment.

-You know that should probably go back to Narcotics.

Narcotics has never done anything with it, Lieutenant. Besides,

Lacey and I were jerked around by this creep. We deserve another shot.

We'd like another shot, Lieutenant.

With due respect, sir, the 6-5 did find his bodyguard

in a trash bin yesterday. It can't mean nothing, sir.

You're treading dangerous water here.

You blow this one, the DA's going to want your hide, the both of yous.

But, if we pull it off, Lieutenant,

then the whole squad's going to look good.

Not to mention what it's doing to do for you, huh?

Cagney, 300...that's pretty steep.

This informant of yours...

better be reliable.

-Thank you, Lieutenant.

-Sir.

I would like to know why something like this can go down in my

precinct and I got to read about it in the daily activity report!

"Trotsky, comma, Leon A."

Oh, that! That was this wino, a real fruitcake yesterday.

He reported a homicide.

Newman and Corassa checked it out and there wasn't a corpse!

Then would you like to explain to me why a stiff named Trotsky

is scheduled for an autopsy, huh? Where's Newman and Corassa?

They're in court.

Well, then, you two go down to the morgue.

I want to find out what the hell is going on around here.

The foot tag says "Trotsky, Leon A."

"Male Caucasian, DOA, Lexington Hospital."

Who ordered the autopsy?

Detective Bronshtein from the 14th.

There is no Bronshtein at the 14th.

Are you calling me a liar?

No, no, no. We're calling this a possible hoax.

You see, Leon Trotsky died in 1940,

so we don't think that the homicide victim could be Trotsky.

The toe tag said Trotsky, Leon, A.

Now, I've been in this business for more than 23 years and I don't

believe everything I read, except when it comes to toe tags.

Was there anything in his personal effects

that could substantiate his identity?

Just your common everyday pocket items...

Communist Manifesto,

bottle of Russian vodka

and a half-eaten blueberry blintz.

Oh, too bad! He died before he finished his blintz!

-May we see the body.

-Don't tell me...

you want to see if he looks like a man who read Tolstoy?

No, we want to see if there is indeed a body.

HE SIGHS

-"Trotsky, Leon A."

-As reported, and to me, he looks very...

Russian and very dead.

And very well-preserved for someone who died 40 years ago.

Wait a minute.

"Henderson, William P."

What do you make of this?

Possibly a split personality.

3:34, Christine.

I know what time it is.

Face it. Hector's not showing up.

Let's give him a few more minutes.

-Oh, I hate this.

-He said the buy was going down this week.

He also said he would meet us two hours ago!

So, punctuality is not one of his strong points.

I hate using this kid, Christine.

Hector says he lives with his brother. Maybe he knows where he is.

BABY CRIES BEHIND DOOR

MAN SHOUTS IN SPANISH

-What do you want?

-I'd like to speak to Hector Estevez, please.

Hector ain't here.

I'm Sergeant Cagney. This is my partner, Detective Lacey.

You must be Hector's brother.

Ernesto, right?

We apologise for interrupting your family's meal, Mr Estevez.

Like I said, Hector's not here.

Oh.

Well, when do you expect him back? I'd like to leave a message for him.

He might come in tonight, he might not. With Hector, you never know.

He didn't happen to mention the little favour

I had done for you, did he?

Hector should not have asked you to fix those tickets.

-I can take care of things myself.

-I'm sure you can.

There's some telephone numbers here and a time and a place

I'd like Hector to meet me tonight. Please tell him it's important.

-I've got to get ready for work. My food's getting cold.

-Right.

Thank you, Mr Estevez.

I felt more warmth from my freezer.

What did you expect?

A simple thank you for the tickets would have been nice.

You didn't do that for him and he knows it.

The man is not stupid, Christine. His brother is your informant.

You think Hector's the only one involved here?

It affects his family too. They have to live in this neighbourhood.

I'm not going to apologise for doing my job, Mary Beth.

You think he cares if we bust some dope dealer?

His brother's working for the cops now, that's all this means to him.

How can a stiff wind up with more than one toe tag?

-Hey. Give me two minutes, OK, sweetheart?

-Sure.

-Well, who filed the autopsy report?

-Hey, Harvey.

It was a phoney, someone named Lev Bronshtein.

Lev Davidovich Bronshtein?

Leon Trotsky's real name.

- Yeah? I wonder why he changed it? - I wonder why Victor Isbecki didn't.

Yeah, well, maybe he knew some day he was going to be assassinated.

Yeah, Mrs J, what's going on?

Oh, no...

You know, he was killed in Mexico City,

the same place Lee Harvey Oswald went the year he shot Kennedy.

You're not saying there was a connection?

Sure, see the man who killed Trotsky was a Stalinist agent named

Ramon Mercader. He was released from prison in 1960.

He could have gotten in touch with Oswald

and set up the whole Kennedy assassination.

Harvey, excuse me, that was the babysitter calling.

She thinks she's coming down with something. We should go home.

You know, Oswald did go to Russia.

He just may have been recruited by Ramon Mercader.

-You believe one assassin trained the other?

-Wait, there's more...

Honey, um, we should go home, sweetheart.

Good night, everybody.

HE TUTS

HE MUMBLES

(Come on!)

Some poor schlub with too much Muscatel in his belly,

claims that Leon Trotsky got shot in Union Square Park and you're telling

-me that it's connected to the death of John Fitzgerald Kennedy?!

-Yeah?

You probably think that Jack Ruby just happened to

-be in that tunnel when they brought Oswald out?

-Oh!

Mary Beth, the whole Warren Commission was a whitewash!

Harvey, I thought that you and I agreed that you were going to

talk about this one day a year and one day only.

November 22nd only.

Yeah, but didn't we miss a year?

No.

HOBOS CHATTER

You should not come to the park alone!

Nobody told you it could be dangerous?

Where were you today?

I was busy doing your job.

Did you find out who the buyer is?

Right down to business. Estevez reporting for duty, sir!

-You're stoned.

-Smart Officer Cagney!

-You going to arrest me?

-Oh, cut it out, will you, Hector?

Come on, talk to me.

Your man Mansfield, he's selling to a dealer, Raphael Martinez.

How do you know?

A little fox took a shine to me. She's a runner for Martinez.

I had some coke. Excellent stuff.

She said there'd be more, Friday night.

Got the dinero?

The money's in the works.

Listen...I want you to get back to her and find out when it is.

-Uh-uh.

-I'll get you more money.

You got some attitude, Cagney.

Next, you're going to have me doing your reports.

Look, I will take over as soon as I know where the deal is.

-Well, maybe I should go ask Martinez himself.

-You stay away from Martinez.

And you stay away from my family.

You had no business going to my place.

Well, then, you show up when you're supposed to!

I got you what you wanted.

We're not through yet, Hector.

Is that what this is all about, huh? Are you backing out on me?

Maybe you just don't know when to quit!

I thought I could count on you.

I thought you were smart enough to handle yourself,

now, maybe I was wrong.

I shouldn't have asked a boy to do a man's job!

Maybe you don't have what it takes.

Not only does the press have the story,

but now the Mayor's Office is getting letters wanting to know why

this precinct is covering up the murder of a Russian!

-Lieutenant, this is some clown's idea of a joke.

-Oh, yeah?

It turned out to be that the body belonged to some forklifter...

Don't tell me...I don't care if it belonged to the Commissioner himself!

I want you to go down to Union Square Park,

find the wino that was in here, and get to the bottom of this today!

Nothing yet, Sergeant.

OK, keep trying.

Run through every spelling you can think of.

I'm not even chalked in yet, you're on the computer already?

-Hey.

-Morning.

-Yeah, I couldn't sleep.

I came in early to try and get a jump.

I found out the name of the buyer last night.

Raphael Martinez, only we don't have a yellow sheet on him.

So, Hector showed up, huh?

Yeah, stoned.

-Uh-huh.

-Mary Beth, will you stop worrying?

Hector's going to get us what we want. Trust me.

And you hit him up for more?

Conference, Christine.

Please.

He came through for us. We have a name now.

I don't know what in the hell it is you want, Mary Beth.

I want you to let him off the hook.

I don't have any hooks in him.

He showed up stoned, you're still using him anyway.

He is an informant, Mary Beth, he knows what the risks are.

Don't pretend to me that you don't have feelings for this kid.

A kid, Christine, what is he? 19? 20?

I've seen the way you work.

He's not going to be able to say no to you and you've got him

off after a major dope dealer.

He's given us the only leads we've got.

Well, what happens after this?

What happens to his family?

What happens to Hector?

Hector can take care of himself. Trust me on this one.

That's what you want to believe, Christine.

Mary Beth, I can't back off it now.

We'll lose Mansfield.

Then maybe we lose him. What else is new?

I can't believe you just said that.

All you can see is the thing that you want.

Mansfield's got you again.

He made you feel like a fool the last time and you can't let it rest.

-I don't have to take this anymore.

-He made us play by his rules

and it blew up in our face.

Admit it and make peace with it.

I am after this man because I hate what he does and I told you that.

He makes these deals, he doesn't give a damn how many lives he destroys!

I want him and I'm going to get him.

No matter what?

You got it.

SHE SLAMS THE DOOR

There, you see?

DROWNED OUT BY PRINTING PRESS

Uh, Mr Polonais, I presume?

Yeah, what can I do for you?

You're under arrest.

At last, you found me!

You have the right to remain silent. If you give up the right to...

Now, I don't need a PR man!

Actually, it was kind of inventive, sir.

See, he paid the derelict to come in here and then

he contacted the press and wrote those letters to the Mayor's office.

He printed the necessary forms himself and

-his friend who works at the morgue...

-Put on the toe tag.

Wait a minute. You trying to tell me this joker set this whole thing up as a publicity stunt?

All at the city's expense.

It's too bad his play's still closed.

LAUGHTER Come on, sir, you've got to admit,

-it's pretty funny.

-Yeah, sure.

Sure it's funny and I'll be sure to let the inspector know

that you found it amusing, Isbecki.

Maybe you had to be there.

What are you doing?

I'm going to go change.

Harvey Lacey and I have a date tonight which I'm not going to miss.

We've been at it all day, Sergeant, and getting nowhere, I might add,

so please don't start on me with those looks.

There's got to be something here on Martinez.

I agree, but staring at those records all night is not

going to make it appear.

Why don't you go home and get some rest?

I think I'll hang around a while.

A couple more things I'd like to check out. Besides, Hector may call.

Do what you like.

-I will.

-Good night.

Good night.

Do you really think you can get this guy?

-She does.

-What about you?

I would love some more champagne.

It's good to see you back at work, Mary Beth.

I know how much you missed it.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

You want to know what else I missed?

We got each other for the next three hours all to ourselves.

Here's to tonight...

the most beautiful woman in the world.

HARVEY SIGHS

I love this place.

Oh, Mary Beth, do you see these beautiful Tiffany lamps?

I mean, aren't they beautiful?

-Is that for me or do you want me to get the waiter?

-This?

Oh!

Oh, Harvey.

Um, it's a room key for here, but upstairs?

Ready and waiting in our name, babe.

-Honey...

-Oh, wait, Mary Beth, hold it. I know what you're going to say.

-"We can't afford it."

-I wasn't going to say that.

And I know we only got it for a couple of hours...

but, Mary Beth, I figure we deserve it.

We do, Harvey.

But, taking a room here...

-Harv, you shouldn't have...

-I know!

..because I did too.

SHE GIGGLES

Cagney, what are you doing here so late?

Don't tell me. I can guess.

The Mansfield case, huh?

I got the name of the buyer today.

Cagney, I understand how you feel about this one, but...

I can't keep it from Narcotics any longer.

Lieutenant, please, you can't take this away from us now.

I know that the hit on the bodyguard looks like something, but it's not.

It's not enough.

I mean, besides that, what have you got?

All you've got is the unreliable word of an informant.

Who will not deal with Narcotics.

You bring them in here, we're going to lose Hector, Lieutenant.

-Something's happening tomorrow and I know it.

-How do you know it?

Because Hector said the buy is going down this week

and that only leaves us tomorrow.

You know, if Hector leads us to Martinez,

then we could sit on him and he'll take us to the buy and to Mansfield.

-You're talking a very long shot here.

-I'm talking one more day.

Seeing as you're the sergeant...

you should probably know that occasionally, reports get

put in the wrong pouches.

And then it could take as much as 24 hours before the whole mess

-gets straightened out.

-Thank you, Lieutenant.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Who?

What have you got?

OK, I'll be right there.

Give me 30 minutes.

Oh!

DOOR BELL RINGS

The runner was going to meet Martinez...

so I followed her to a bar on Havemeyer Street.

Is this where the deal's coming down?

It's his hangout. Our business is now concluded.

Afraid not, Hector.

You were suppsed to find out where the deal is, not where the buyer hangs out.

Maybe you don't hear so good, so I'm going to tell you one more time.

I'm through, Cagney.

Go find yourself another pigeon.

Oh, I'd be happy to, Hector,

as soon as you finish your job.

What is this with you, lady?

-Don't you ever stop?

-No.

-Not till I get this man off the streets.

-Don't jibe me, Cagney.

-The streets are full of dealers.

-I want this one.

This Mansfield, he did something to you.

This is personal.

You and him...

..am I right?

I nailed him once.

I made a mistake though and he walked.

-I'm not going to let that happen again.

-Ah, yes.

So, this dude made you look bad in front of all your compadres.

I don't give a damn what it looked like.

-Then why don't you quit?

-Because I can't.

Not now. Too close.

I'm a cop, Hector.

That's who I am, and I worked like hell to get here and I'm damn good.

And when I watched that bastard walk and I couldn't touch him...

I don't like to lose.

And I have to believe that I can get him and I

don't think I can get him without your help.

I need your help, Hector.

You know, Cagney...

..you're not an easy lady to say no to.

I have to know where that deal is.

I'll never ask you for anything again.

You have my word.

You forgot your paper.

Good news, Mr Polonais.

You being released on your own recognizance, at least

-until the DA's office decides what to do about...

-Wait a second.

What happened to obstructing governmental administration?

-I mean, they can't do this to me...

-Do what?

-Release me.

-I demand to go to Rikers.

-You don't want to spend any time in jail, sir.

-Yes, I do.

-Why do you want to go to Rikers?

Research for my next play.

-So?

-I talked to Ernesto's wife.

She says Hector took off early this morning

and she hasn't seen him since.

All right.

Looks like this bar's our only lead.

I don't picture...

Mansfield doing business out of a place like that.

He's not going to get his hands dirty here.

He'll let Martinez come to him.

Look, if we have to move on this, be sure and drop far enough behind, OK?

I remember procedure. It hasn't been that long.

Sorry.

Ah, who knows...

if it gets some of the junk off the street, it's worth it.

It's only using informants is all I...

..I never will feel good about it.

I'm starving. You want something?

No.

-Mary Beth...

-FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Martinez?

I don't think so.

It could be a banker.

He could be bringing the money to Martinez.

Oh, get a load of this.

This is it, Chris.

Central, this is detective in car 24 in surveillance of

a black limousine, licence plate number 962, B as in boy,

L as in Larry, A as in Adam, New York, 3824 Havemeyer Street.

RADIO: 10-4, car 24.

Alert all units. Do not intercept. I repeat, do not intercept.

-We'll advise of location.

-10-4, car 24.

ENGINE STARTS

Go.

Subject auto leaving now. Proceeding north on Havemeyer. Will advise.

This is car 24 continuing surveillance of limousine now

travelling west on the Brooklyn Bridge. Will keep advised.

RADIO: Central to car 24, 10-4.

Detective car 24, surveillance complete.

Present location 300 block, Vernon.

-Requesting immediate backup. We're going in.

-10-4, car 24.

They're in there, Mary Beth.

Nice going, Hector.

SHE SIGHS

So, where in the hell is the backup?

-They should have been closer to us than this!

-They'll get here.

-Give them time.

-We don't have time.

They're weighing it, testing it, making the exchange.

In one minute, he's going to be gone.

If we go in there without backup, they'll scatter.

So we just go straight for Mansfield.

You got a better idea of weeding him out?

It's the only chance we've got.

Let's go.

Let's go!

ENGINE STARTS

TYRES SCREECH

Police! Drop the gun!

-Hold it right there!

-Put that down!

Hands up!

-We got him?

-Go!

Back off. Back off it!

Right, lay down on the floor.

On your face and put your hands behind your neck.

Get your hands behind your neck!

GUNSHOT

Police! Freeze!

Very slowly put your gun on the ground.

Don't try it, Mansfield.

Just put the gun down.

Sergeant Cagney!

How nice to see you.

I'm going to ask you one more time.

Put the gun down.

GUN CLATTERS ON GROUND

Kick it towards me.

HE KICKS THE GUN

We've got to stop meeting like this. Don't you agree?

Put your hands up.

Where would you like them?

On the boxes behind you. Turn around.

You're under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent...

Oh, by the book. I'm impressed! SIRENS APPROACH

If you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say can

and will be held against you in a court of law.

-Not bad for your second week back, Lacey!

-I've got Dennis

-looking for you.

-Not now, Coleman, I'm on a roll here.

-Easy.

Put your wallets away, boys! My partner and I are buying!

OK, OK, we'll let you buy.

Make 'em feel better.

Hey, guys!

Don't tell me you didn't hear about what came down?

Oh, we heard about it.

Nice collar.

-Thank you, Marcus.

-Nice?! Nice collar?!

Lacey, Cagney, I want the both of yous in my office.

-Is this about the Mansfield collar, sir?

-In my office, please.

Hey, Cagney! Hey, Cagney!

I want to talk to you! What did you do to my brother?!

My brother's dead! You killed him!

My brother's dead!

Wait! Wait!

ERNESTO SOBS

Let him go.

What do you get, Cagney?

Huh?

A promotion, maybe?

What about my brother?

What does Hector get?

A bullet in his head and your card stuffed in his mouth!

What is this?

Huh? You paying for the funeral in advance?

We don't want nothing from you.

Nothing.

'Detective Sergeant Christine Cagney, shield number 790,

'has courageously distinguished herself in the line of police duty,'

along with her partner, Detective 3rd Grade Mary Beth Lacey,

who has received a special commendation from this department.

The Police Department of the City of New York...

in keeping with its greatest traditions,

therefore awards to Detective Sergeant Cagney...

this Police Combat Cross.

Congratulations, Detective Sergeant.

APPLAUSE