Ordinary Hero Cagney and Lacey

-Hiya.

-Hiya.

That nicer than the alarm?

Huh?

-What are you doing?

-Listening for the baby.

-There's nothing to hear for months.

-My kid's smart, a fast learner.

There, there. Did you hear that? Huh?

-Yeah.

-Ah!

-It's my stomach growling. I'm starving.

I tell you what, you stay right there, I'll make breakfast for us.

Blueberry waffles, Canadian bacon, strawberries and cream. Hm?

-You know what I would really like?

-What?

A four-minute egg and a piece of rye toast.

Four-minute egg?

Four-minute egg.

Four-minute egg, I don't know.

Mary Beth, I would appreciate it

if you got some strange cravings like other women.

-OK, honey.

-Ah!

-Harv?

-What?

-Can you whip up some moo goo gai pan for me?

SHE CHUCKLES

This is a pretty interesting menu, Marcus.

Except it doesn't have the usual English translation.

-You seen Cagney yet?

-Aren't you expecting somebody, sir?

No.

This is a nice place. I just might take someone here for dinner myself.

Marcus, what the hell is, er...calamari aglio olio?

Calamari, Victor. That's squid with garlic.

What about lumache di mare?

Lumache di mare. Snails from the sea.

Here she comes.

Here they are, boys and girls, your basic counterfeit jeans.

Give me a couple of minutes to make my buy before you move in.

Remember, the magic words are hand-stitched pockets.

Come on, let's go!

Stay ready, Marcus. These guys are bruisers.

Excuse me?

I can't believe it. Looks just like the real thing.

Nice. Real nice.

-Give me that!

-No! No!

-Give it to me!

-No! No! No!

Hey, you!

You got any with hand-stitched pockets?

Lady, can you hear me? I'm a cop!

Nobody's going to hurt you! I'm a cop, I've got her.

All right, now listen, listen. She's all right, I've got her.

I just really love the hand-stitched pockets.

Take this here and put pressure. Keep putting pressure on there.

You, come here. Put that under her head.

Keep her talking, keep her awake.

You hang on, lady, we're going to get you out of here.

Car 21 to Central, request an ambulance at 8th and Mercer.

Repeat, 8th and Mercer.

Do you have any others with hand-stitched pockets?

Look, lady, how many times have I got to tell you?

What you see is what you get.

Oh, I sure love the hand-stitched pockets.

10-4.

Stop! Police!

Victor! Enough!

SIRENS WAIL

Mouth open, mouth open.

How many pairs are you going to buy? How many?

100 pair

of Cavalli jeans?!

And no collar. What do you suggest I tell Samuels?

Tell him your troops deserted you.

I'm still stuck with 100 pairs of jeans.

The lady that was stabbed, she died.

-Oh, man, that stinks.

-Yeah, it stinks.

Why did she put up such a fight for her purse, anyway?

-She should've let it go.

-She just cashed her Social Security cheque.

Well, at least we got the guy who did it, thanks to that busboy.

Yeah. Eduardo Carrena. He was great, wasn't he?

That perp was twice his size, beating the hell out of him.

-And that little guy held on.

-And he didn't hesitate, not for a second.

He saw a stabbing, took off after the guy.

-Not many people would've done that.

-Doesn't sound like a New Yorker.

SHE LAUGHS

No, I'm serious here, Christine.

I think Eduardo Carrena deserves some recognition for what he did.

He helped us catch a murderer and he risked his own life doing it.

What do you want to do, give him a medal?

Yeah. That's exactly what I want to do.

APPLAUSE

On behalf of the Community Watch programme, Austin Grande!

For outstanding heroism in assisting police officers

in the city of New York, Eddie Carrena.

-APPLAUSE

-Eddie!

-OK, Eddie, baby!

-Isn't this terrific?

-Very nice.

-It makes you kind of proud, like it's your kid.

-I know what you mean.

SHE SPEAKS SPANISH

Gracias, senora.

For service to the city of New York, Christopher Elcrook.

APPLAUSE

-You must be very proud, Eduardo.

-Please, call me Eddie.

You're Americanising yourself. Good for you.

Now, where are you from originally?

Well, um...we lived in Detroit for a while and then we came to New York.

Eddie, you risked your life in order to apprehend a killer.

Can you tell us why?

Well, wherever I live, I'm going to try to make it a better place.

This is Joyce Farren, together with Eddie Carrena, Honours Day 1985.

OK, boys, let's get the other recipients.

-Thank you, Mr Carrena. Good luck to you.

-Thank you very much.

Hey!

Mr Carrena, on behalf of the 14th Precinct,

I'd like to thank you for what you did.

Thank you very much. Everybody is so nice.

But I don't think I'm so special.

Oh, yes, sir, you are. You're a real hero.

Well...maybe I think I'm just an ordinary hero, yes?

Good luck, huh? Take care of each other.

40 a pair for a label on a tuchas.

I agree, Lieutenant. I don't care what's sewn onto the pants,

it's what's poured into the pants that interests me.

Well, the city of New York spent a small fortune on counterfeit

designer jeans and not one damn pair is going to fit me.

It would be nice if you could make a few collars, just to balance things out a little bit.

You know, Lieutenant, this guy saw cops just crawling

out of the woodwork the first time. Personally, I think he's suspicious.

Maybe we ought to turn this over to the OCCB.

Oh, nice try, Cagney, nice try.

Sure, yeah, pass up a tough one

just so you don't spoil your conviction percentage, huh?

-Would I do that, Lieutenant?

-Come on, Cagney.

You have already spent too much of this precinct's money to cut and run.

I want you to set up another drop with this fence and this time, nail him!

Yes, Lieutenant.

You know how risky this is for me?

There are millions at stake in the counterfeit designer clothes racket.

They find an informant, they cut him up.

-We understand.

-Too thin to fry!

-We understand, Mr Fong.

You messed up.

You're right, Mr Fong, I was wrong. All right?

It was just some bad luck. It won't happen again.

-You hesitated...Sergeant Cagney?

-Sergeant, that's right.

Sergeant, huh?

He who hesitates meditates from a horizontal position.

Do you want to help us out here or not?

These creeps cost me 1,000 a week in sales! Huh?

You know, I used to sew fake designer clothes

for 2 a day at a Taiwan sweatshop. So what?

Now some chump going to put me out of business here in America? Huh!

-Maybe God is punishing me.

-We will fix it, Mr Fong.

Do you want to help me out, or shall I just get somebody else?

Why don't you just level with me?

All right, but you better not screw up again, or we're all history.

We'll find him, Mr Fong.

A fake business card won't be enough to fool him any more.

This time he'll want to meet you at your own boutique.

-How am I supposed to get a boutique?

-Well, that's your problem!

Hey, you call me when you find a shop.

I'll contact him then, but only then!

-Otherwise, it's a royal waste of time.

-Thank you, Mr Fong.

We could ask Samuels to rent us a space.

Oh, come on, he's not going to give us another nickel for this sting.

And where are we going to get the merchandise?

We could clean out your closet.

You've got enough stuff to fill a boutique.

-Major exaggeration.

-Statement of fact.

Are we dead in the water here, or do you have a better suggestion?

Yes. Let's figure it out over a glass of milk.

-OK. I'll treat.

-Oh, no, Christine, that's not necessary.

Just because you've got a closet like Marie Antoinette doesn't mean you have to treat.

-It's a glass of milk.

-Want to try that place Eddie Carrena works?

That's almost 25 blocks from here for a glass of milk?

Christine, the man is our only witness.

We should see if he received his subpoena yet.

-Two for lunch?

-Could you sit us near Eddie Carrena's station, please?

-I'm sorry, but that's impossible.

-I beg your pardon?

Some immigration agent saw Eddie on TV.

They came in here yesterday and took him away.

HE SIGHS

Mary Beth, it is 2:00am.

-Harv, what do you think of that sofa?

-Well, it's...

I'm figuring out what we'll do when the baby comes.

I think we're going to need a sofa bed.

We come in here, we get rid of that coffee table.

End table goes here, this one goes there.

TV goes over there and the bookshelf...

What do you think we ought to do with that bookshelf, Harv?

Mary Beth, the baby will sleep in our room for a while.

-After that, we will just get a bigger place.

-Right.

-Right.

Now, would you just please stop playing interior decorator?

-I'm not done, Harv.

-Would you stop lifting this stuff?!

This stuff is heavy. Would you please come to bed?

Harvey, I'm trying to work something out.

Let me tell you what you're trying to work out.

What happened to Eddie is not your fault!

What about his wife and kids?

Think how afraid they must be tonight being separated like that.

Mary Beth, you cannot make it all better tonight.

Where do you think he is, Harv?

I tried every damn detention centre.

They've never of Eddie Carrena.

They said maybe he was still in process,

whatever the hell that means.

You think they shipped him back already?

Honey, you could not help what happened.

If I hadn't have decided that he needed some stupid medal then the INS

would never know that he existed.

-I have to find him.

-Not tonight.

OK? Not tonight.

Come to bed.

OK?

He's our only eyewitness.

Looks like you folks got here just in the nick of time.

It would have been bad news if I had blown your case for you.

We were just about to put him on the bus to the airport

-and send him home.

-Home?

-Chile.

-You guys work pretty fast.

-The whole process takes three days.

Oh, by the way he'll still have to spend his nights here even

when he's testifying for the grand jury.

-No bail?

-No chance. Besides, we're doing you a favour.

You can't deny him bail.

Look, Eddie knows we're shipping him

back to Chile as soon as he testifies.

If we let him go on his own recognisance you'll never

see him again.

And your killer'll be walking the streets.

You got ten minutes.

Mr Carrena, sit down.

Please.

Hello, Eddie.

Is there something that we can get for you, or anything you need?

-Did you tell them?

-Tell them what?

-About my wife and children.

-We wouldn't do that to you.

-You are the police.

That isn't part of our job.

-I'm sorry.

-It's OK.

It's just that I'm afraid.

-We understand.

-Do you?

If I go back to Chile they will kill me.

-What?

-I was a member of one sindicato de trabajadores.

Labour Union.

All we wanted to do was make things better for us.

There was a lot of trouble.

We had to leave the country.

We can never go back there.

When we come to this country I said to Adelita...

..here, we are going to be free.

Free.

But I guess freedom is like gold.

There's just not enough for everybody.

That's not true, Mr Carrena.

But sometimes we have to fight for it.

Now, a murder trial takes months. Months.

And we have plenty of time to find you a great attorney.

Christine has a lawyer friend.

I'm sure he know some experts in the immigration field.

I don't have money to pay.

Well, a lot of these men work pro bono.

Pro bono means for good. It means they work for nothing.

And if we can't get them to do that we'll figure out a way to pay for it.

Mr Carrena, you have friends here.

There is hope.

Isn't that so, Sergeant Cagney?

Yeah.

Thank you, my friends.

Yeah.

That's right. Normal bail procedures don't hold for illegals.

They're not citizens so they don't possess our civil rights.

What if the trial goes six, seven months? A year?

That's what we call tough luck.

If the immigration judge wants to Eddie will spend every one of those nights in cells.

-Locked up.

-He has a family.

-They can visit him.

They can't visit him in an INS detention centre.

-They're illegals also.

-Things are tough all over. What can I say?

-Hey, the trial will buy the kid some time, right?

-Time?

Labour certification takes two to three years.

Of course, that's a useless strategy as you have to be able to

prove there are not enough qualified Americans to fill Eddie's job.

That may work with aerospace engineers but waiters, no.

He can't go back to Chile. He might get shot.

Look, what about political refugee status?

Only works with people running away from our enemies, not our friends.

Let me understand this.

Getting shot by our enemies is not OK.

-Getting shot by our friends is OK?

-Look, I'm just a lawyer and

I'm telling you they're never going to grant them refugee status.

I don't have time to pursue a strategy that can't work.

Hey, I've got a full desk too. So you tell us what WILL work.

Are you on a first-name basis with any senators or Congress people?

-No.

-You?

Not any more.

My suggestion, get to know the legislator of your choice

and pronto.

The way I see it, the only way you'll be able to save Eddie is to

get a private bill.

One that applies only to his special set of circumstances passed

through the Senate or the House of Representatives.

Maybe Eddie's act of heroism will get the attention of one

of these politicos and we get the ball rolling.

I'll do the best I can from this end of it.

-What are the chances of a bill like this passing?

-Oh, slim and none.

TRAIN THUNDERS

Look, I know how you feel. And we did what we could. Right?

We're not social workers.

What are you saying? Don't get too concerned?

We're the reason he's in there.

The hell we are. We didn't bring Eddie to America.

He came here of his own free will, illegally.

You want to turn this into one of your guilt trips - fine, Mary Beth,

but do not lay it on me.

I feel for the guy.

It's no reason for us to go on some mission of mercy.

We've got our own job we have to do.

It's not a question of mercy, Christine.

It's a question of justice.

Mary Beth, I feel sorry for all of the broken-hearted

people of the world too and would love to see them

come to America, but the sad truth is they can't.

There aren't enough jobs.

There's not enough of this good life to go around.

Hell, we've got tens of thousands of immigrants illegally

pouring into this country every day.

Willing to work for close to zip and taking jobs from our citizens.

Now, I know people like poor old Eddie deserve a break

but somewhere it's got to stop.

100 years ago they were saying that about people named Cagney.

Whatever happened to "Give me your poor

"and huddled masses yearning to be free"?

They're standing in unemployment lines.

Can you drop me at the subway, please?

Oh, come on...

I want to deliver Mr Carrena's message to his wife

and I wouldn't want to force you to go on another mission of mercy.

-Over here.

-What's the address?

PEOPLE SHOUT IN SPANISH

MUSIC PLAYS

Adelita? Adelita?

Que tal?

-Where are they?

-Flew the coop.

We've been waiting around here for them to return.

They left most of their stuff but no luck.

-I don't think they're coming back here.

-Come on, Mary Beth.

Let's get out of here.

You must get a real kick out of your work, huh?

-Hunting down innocent women and children.

-Mary Beth.

Look, I do my job just like you do yours.

Besides, we didn't want to see a family split up.

A real humanitarian, aren't you?

Detective Lacey.

-Hey, Lacey. You going to have amniocentesis?

-Huh?

The amniocentesis test for your baby, are you going to have it?

What's it to you?

Never mind, Sergeant. I get it.

-Mary Beth, where have you been?

-I tried everywhere I could think of.

Social services, legal aid, welfare, Latino organisations.

Mrs Carrena and her children have disappeared through a crack somehow.

Can you let it go for now?

We have to meet Astrid at a coffee shop in eight minutes. Let's go.

Yeah, right.

Lacey, wait a second.

-Here.

-What's that for?

-Give it to Eddie's wife or his lawyer.

-Thanks.

Don't tell anybody, OK?

-Thank you, Victor.

-Mary Beth, let's move it.

We only need your shop for a couple of hours.

Business can go on as usual.

Mary Beth gets to play the sales girl and she's thrilled.

Right, Mary Beth?

-Oh, yeah. Thrilled.

-You're trying to tell me there's no danger here?

No, the guy just wants to check us out to make sure we're legit.

There's not going to be a drop so there won't be any bust.

Nothing's going to happen.

Listen,

if it weren't for you I might still be walking the streets somewhere.

You guys gave me a break.

But setting some guy up for a fall, that's...

That's just not my style.

OK, you win. What can I say, my place is your place.

Oh, now, this would be good on me, huh?

Uh-huh. In about a year.

Thank you very much, Christine.

Nope. Not even with 50% off. That's two weeks' groceries.

-Good morning.

-Good morning.

-Nice place you got here.

-Yes, thank you.

-Is there someplace private we could talk?

-Certainly.

-How about right in the back there?

-All right.

Oh, Miss Mary Beth, watch the floor, would you?

-Yes, ma'am.

-Mary Beth, would you like to help this gentleman?

I'll be right back.

-May I help you, sir?

-Yes, do you have this in a size 16?

I think we do.

Yes.

Yes, here it is. This is a very pretty dress. Very feminine.

-Yes.

-She'll love this.

-What would you recommend to complement this ensemble?

-Um...

Well, maybe a belt would offset...

-Or maybe a scarf?

-What about pantyhose?

This colour is so unique I don't think we'd want

any of the traditional shades, do you?

Oh, no. Certainly not. Perhaps something in a purple?

Purple?

You think we'd look good in that?

Yes, I think a purple would go great with our eyes.

I'd have melted into the wall-to-wall carpet.

Reminds me of this story of this guy I went out with once.

-You've not going to believe this one.

-Was this the senator?

I don't want to hear it. PHONE RINGS

Detective Lacey, 14th.

Yes. I've got it.

No, of course not, Father. Right away. Thank you.

-Christine, let's go.

-What's up?

-That was Father Tate.

Remember the priest that helped us find that Salvadoran woman last year?

He's got Eddie's wife and kids in a safe house. They're illegals.

Come on.

Mary Beth, I have to stay here and wait for a call from Astrid.

Garth's supposed to be calling the boutique at any time to

let us where he's going to be making the drop.

This is police work, Mary Beth.

Whereas what I'm doing is social work, right?

Mary Beth!

Good luck.

Nice to see you again, Detective Lacey.

-Nice to see you, Father.

-George.

No-one stays here for very long. It's...just a way station.

The campesino comes to see me in the church,

thinking I can offer him sanctuary.

What he doesn't know is sanctuary hasn't been honoured

since the 14th century.

So I have to bring him to places like this.

Where do they go after they leave here?

Well, we try to set them up in someplace decent, somewhere.

Find them a job,

work through the legal system, if we can.

There's hope for a better life for many of them.

I guess what we do best is buy them some time.

But a few of them, the most endangered ones,

have to stay on the Underground Railway for a while.

What? You mean like slaves in the Civil War?

Same idea.

It's kind of an interfaith network of safe houses.

But don't let anyone hear you say that you heard that from me.

The US Attorney's office is coming down pretty hard on us right now.

HE LAUGHS

What did you expect, Detective? The Ritz?

I can't exactly take up a collection at Mass

to fumigate an illegal safe house,

so we have to learn to live with our furry brethren.

Adelita?

Padre Tate y Senora Lacey.

Adelita, Senora Lacey trae un mensaje de parte de su esposo.

I'll leave you now.

Um...I don't speak too much Spanish, Father.

Well, she doesn't speak too much English, either.

-So you'll do fine.

-Stick around, huh?

No, I'm on duty tonight, so I have to keep an eye out.

Go on. You'll be fine.

Senora, I want you to know,

su esposo esta bien.

Oh! Mi esposo...

Cuando saldra?

Cuando lo puedo ver?

Oh. Um, no comprendo.

Um...slower.

-Hablar mas lento, OK?

-OK.

When...I...see...mi esposo?

When? Um...

Well...I don't know when.

But Eddie wanted me to tell you that you're in his dreams

and you're in his heart.

Lord...here we go. Um...

Esta en sus suenos y en su corazon.

And, um...

He longs to hold you.

Uh...hold you, Adelita, eh...

En su brazos?

-LAUGHING:

-Eduardo...

Y que mas?

Um, well, he says that he loves you all very much.

In Spanish, that would be...

Love.

Si.

Uh...todos mucho.

And, um...

He said you'll all be together again soon

in a happier place.

En espanol, por favor.

Oh, si. Um...uh...

Pronto...

estaran juntos en un lindo lugar...

-Your Spanish is very good.

-Yeah?

Gracias. Muchas gracias.

Um...this...this is for the children, OK?

Es usted muy generosa.

And I want you to know everything's going to work out.

We'll find a way. We'll find a way.

-OK.

-OK.

OK.

Mr Dalton?

Mr Dalton, I want to apologise for my bad manners.

It's OK. I get it all the time from the bleeding hearts.

-I was wondering if you could do us a favour, sir.

-What's that?

When Eddie finishes testifying, can we take him to lunch?

What, you got a thing for this guy?

No. Eddie's got a "thing" with his immigration lawyer.

OK. But if he flies the coop, it's on you.

Yes, sir. Thank you.

What we've got here, people,

-is the world's greatest living witness.

-Yeah?

That classy Latin manner, those deep, honest eyes -

ladies and gentlemen, I give you Steady Eddie Carrena,

the answer to an overworked DA's prayer.

I just did what any normal citizen would do in this country, yes?

Honey, you blew 'em away in there!

That legal aid lawyer still doesn't know what hit him.

The man is fantastic.

Does he leap tall buildings in a single bound?

Super-Witness! You got it.

I owe you one, ladies.

Legal aid's defending a major sleaze-bucket

and I got somebody my momma would take to church.

You have a good lunch, you hear?

And put it on the DA's tab. You guys earned it.

I think she likes you.

Let's go.

Thanks.

OK - the trial is for real.

It won't actually begin for about six months,

so we've bought our precious time.

So then I stay in jail for another six months?

Look, it's better than being shipped back to Chile, right?

Yeah. Now, we've finally made a little progress.

We've got some local representatives interested in your case

and I think we may have one of our honourable senators lined up.

-No kidding!

-Looks like that.

I'm trying to play it from the angle

that Eddie's performing a major public service living here,

not to mention the fact he's a decorated hero

and politicians, they just love that stuff -

you know, election time, minority vote,

sharing the limelight, all that good stuff.

I've arranged for a reporter we know to come and talk to you.

She wants to do a human interest story on you.

There's nothing like a little publicity

to grease up the old wheels of justice.

You just hang on for a little while longer.

I think we may be able to nail down the senator,

the trial ought to give us plenty of time.

Eddie! Eddie!

What's wrong with her?

Eddie Carrena, I want to shake your hand.

-You are one fantastic witness.

-Yes?

Damn right! We kicked their butt so bad,

legal aid is ready to accept anything I offer.

And my boss thinks I'm such a hot number,

he's moving me up to the Sandrelli case.

- My career is made! - Wait a minute.

What are you saying, here?

This murder's never going to trial. We made a deal.

We'll wrap it up this afternoon. Congratulations!

We, uh...just heard the news.

Look, it isn't easy for us, either.

I'm sorry, Eddie.

We'll file for an extension, Mr Carrena,

just like Mr Phelps said, OK?

Thank you very much for everything you've done.

Oh, Eddie, I'm so sorry.

-Good to see you, Eddie.

-Muchas gracias.

Let's go, Eddie.

-Agh!

-Oh!

WOMAN SCREAMS

Eddie!

-No!

-Don't shoot!

He's not a criminal!

He's got guts, I'll give him that.

Lacey!

Thank you.

Oh...you did this. I oughta punch you out.

Watch who you're talking to. Sergeant Cagney, NYPD.

-What the hell's going on?

-Booking somebody. What's it look like?

OK, what is this?

-That hooker called.

-Gave us the location of the drop.

-You weren't around, so...

-Somebody had to make the collar.

I couldn't find you.

I bet you looked real hard, didn't you, Isbecki?

Christine? Father Tate called.

Eddie's wife and kids have disappeared from the safe house.

Nice work, guys. Real nice.

-You think she's mad?

-Mm-hm.

-This is my third pitcher.

-Am I impressed?

You're going to float out of here, Victor.

Yeah. Just like my collar.

Right place at the right time.

That's the essence of police work, Sergeant.

They used to call that "lucky."

Hey, Lieutenant?

What do you say we innovate a new departmental procedure?

What do you say we show one arrest on my jacket and one...?

Sorry, Cagney.

I mean, what kind of a life are they going to have?

It's not enough he's an illegal alien.

Now he's a fugitive from justice, too.

-Assaulting an INS agent.

-Two INS agents.

That's a federal wrap. FBI will be on his tail.

Well, where do you go? Where do you hide?

How's he going to find his family?

Why couldn't we have just left the guy alone?

It's a mess, all right.

I'll find him. I swear I will.

His wife and his kids, too.

They can hide in my apartment. Smuggle them to Canada.

I'll finance their case all the way to the Supreme Court, if I have to.

God, I'm depressed.

INS just called.

They got hold of some FBI files on a Father George Tate.

You know him, right?

-Yes.

-They think maybe he's hiding Eddie Carrena.

Found a couple of addresses to check out

and one of them is in our precinct.

INS wants a police liaison, so I figured he's your guy.

You want to be there, right?

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Oh, Lacey, do me a favour, will you?

-Make sure they treat Eddie right.

-Yes, sir.

What do you think you're doing, Isbecki?

-I'm going with them.

-Why? Haven't got work of your own?

-Want me to give you more?

-Lieutenant, it's important to me.

It's important to me, too. It's being handled.

You got your own work to do.

Hey! I've completed all the DD files for today,

returned all the necessary...

SIREN BLARES

Hey! Detective Mary Beth Lacey, 14th squad.

This is Sergeant Cagney.

-Agent Ollicker, FBI.

-Agent Ollicker, those shotguns will not be necessary.

This suspect is known to us,

he was decorated for heroism by the City of New York.

Detective, it doesn't matter if he was decorated by Ronald Reagan.

He assaulted two immigration agents.

In our considered judgment, he's dangerous.

Now, shall we get on with this? Let's go, boys...

Would you hang on a second? I have instructions from my Lieutenant.

Agent Ollicker, we are officials of the City Of New York

and you can't just roar in here...

You going to listen to her?

Agent Dalton!

Dark up here! Give me some flashlights!

Agent Dalton, can you get through to that man?

-He's in charge.

-Well, what are we supposed to do?

Let's get it over with, huh?

OK, kick it in.

This place looks deserted.

If we missed him here, he's long gone.

Come on.

FLOORBOARDS CREAK

CAT MEOWS

Almost gave me a heart attack.

Well, must have been the cat we heard. Come on.

Chris, there's nobody up here. Let's go, huh?

Yeah, I guess you're right.

SOMETHING CREAKS

Let's go, please.

You have anything up there?

We're clearing out. You got anything, Cagney?

Cagney?

(Nothing...)

Nothing!