Model Citizen Cagney and Lacey

Nice work.

Bring it up.

-Easy, easy.

-Yeah, I see it.

OK, bring it down. Stand clear!

Easy! Easy!

OK, open it up.

She reported her husband missing two days ago.

A man in his 60s. The car matches her description.

All I'm saying is Lieutenant's going to want a positive ID.

So? We'll take Mrs Sikorski to the morgue.

I'm not the one you have to convince, Christine.

Small calibre bullet, back of the head.

It's a dead giveaway, if you'll pardon the pun.

-It's not your average homicide.

-What is?

You look it up.

Los Angeles has more beautiful woman per square inch

than any other city in America.

-I didn't know your niece was coming for a visit.

-Neither did I!

You know ever since Duke Wayne died,

I've had this connection to the west.

Sometimes he even goes to Central Park just to smell the horses.

-Aunt Chris!

-Hi!

-Hi.

-How are you, Mrs Lacey?

-I'm fine, how are you?

-What are you doing here?

-I'd say she's dressing up the place.

Well, it's about time somebody did.

Somehow I feel that the two of you have not solved

all the crime in New York.

I think that's a gentle hint from our Sergeant to get back to work.

It was a real pleasure.

Let's talk horses sometime, OK?

-It must be fun working with those guys.

-Fun, yeah.

Three-letter word doesn't describe it. What are you doing here?

When you came to LA you told me I should travel more, remember?

This it?

I'm staying with a friend.

Why didn't Brian tell me you were coming?

I could've got tickets to a show and stuff.

Listen, I've got to meet my friend in about 20 minutes

but we wanted to know if you would have dinner with us tonight.

-Let me take you two out to dinner.

-Nope, it's all settled.

-Dinner with us at 7.30.

-OK.

Great. OK, the address is 617 Barrow Street.

All right.

-That is in the village.

-Right.

-Number five.

-OK.

-So, I'll see you tonight.

-Yeah.

-Oh, good.

-Oh, it's good to see you.

Be careful out there.

Oh, Aunt Chris, erm, you know how my dad is

and I didn't want him to worry so I told him I'm staying with you.

-Bridgit.

-Christine, we have a message here.

Mrs Sikorski.

She wants to know if we've found out anything about her husband.

Mrs Sikorski, is this your husband?

Is this Matthew Thomas Sikorski?

Yeah, it's, erm...

My father.

Mom.

Mom.

Very sorry, ma'am.

Sikorski had to be into something, Mary Beth.

Mobsters only kill each other.

He was murdered. Doesn't automatically make him dirty.

And when we find he was?

Just because he was in a union?

Matt Sikorski led his, locally he had a lot of power.

And a clean reputation.

I'm telling you, we can link Sikorski to organised crime.

First we've got to find what they had on him.

-Can we start first thing in the morning?

-Fine.

Fine? You're not going to hock me to work late.

I'll even finish the DD5 on Sikorski.

Why?

Because tonight, I think you should be home on time.

Why?

Because there's a surprise waiting.

You know how I feel about surprises, like surprise baby showers.

Mary Beth, you've been talking about your mother-in-law being sick

and how you and Harvey have been running yourself ragged

-between the baby and the work.

-Yeah.

Well, I missed your birthday last year and you won't let me

buy the baby many presents and well, after all, she is my namesake.

What exactly are you trying to tell me here, Christine?

I am trying to tell you that you, Mary Beth Lacey,

are the lucky recipient for the next week...

of a genuine English nanny.

My treat.

A nanny?

Audrey Lancaster, N-B-N-A.

Excuse me?

N-B-N-A. National British Nannies Association.

Oh. Mary Beth Lacey. N-Y-P-D.

Oh, yes, your husband told me you were a police officer.

What an exciting occupation.

Yeah.

Er, well.

Mrs Lancaster came over right after you left this morning,

I thought it must've been some mistake.

She's a present from Christine.

Yeah, I called the agency and found out. How about that, huh?

What is that you're feeding her?

It's my own special recipe.

Whole-wheat cereal, pureed prunes

and a touch of arrowroot for the digestion.

Oh, she's never had arrowroot before

and prunes are not her favourite.

Well, she seems quite pleased with it, Mrs Lacey.

-Hi, Mom.

-Hi, sweetheart.

You were right, Mrs Lancaster. It was the square of the hypotenuse.

Well, of course it was, Harvey. Geometry is simply a matter of logic.

Well, I guess I'd better start dinner.

-Well, I'm not hungry, Mom.

-Me neither. Mrs Lancaster made us tea.

A cup of tea wrecked your appetite?

Yeah, it's what you call English high tea, Mary Beth.

Tonnes of stuff to eat.

Like the army, a family marches on its stomach

and a good nanny makes sure everyone is well fed.

How come you never make scones, Mom?

Because I'm not exactly sure what scones are, Michael.

RULE BRITANNIA PLAYS

My dad called you? He called you at the police station?

I would've called him if he hadn't.

What did he say?

-He was not thrilled.

-He said I could go to New York.

-This summer with your mother.

-With my mother.

When you were my age, you were in Paris by yourself.

Yeah, well, I made the mistake of bringing that up too.

It's not costing him anything, I'm spending my own money.

Bridgit, your father is upset

-because you left without talking to him.

-I left him a note.

-He didn't want to listen to anything I had to say.

-So I gathered.

Well, I told him to use the time you're here to cool off

and then when you go back, you two can straighten everything out.

I'm not going back.

I'm not going back to LA.

Well, Bridgit, you can't stay with your friend forever.

Pete and I live together.

-Your friend's a boy?

-He's a man.

-Well, you're 11 years old, for God's sake!

-Aunt Chris, come on.

Besides, you're the one that got us together.

You got me the wetsuit, I went surfing down at Balboa

and Pete's band was playing a gig down there.

Sort of zoned in on each other.

If a visit freaks my dad out,

can you imagine what he'd say if I lived here?

How long did you plan on keeping this from him?

Well, I know he's going to find out eventually

but when he sees how happy we are,

he's going to have to change his mind.

I don't think this is the best way to guarantee it.

I appreciate your advice, Aunt Chris, I really do,

it's just, I think it's time I start making my own decisions.

Hi.

Hi.

-What's going on?

-Good session? Yeah.

-It was OK.

We still need a drummer who can stay in a groove.

This is my Aunt Chris I was telling you about.

This is Pete.

Hi, Pete.

Yeah, hi, Chris.

We invited her to dinner, remember?

Look, I had pizza at the studio.

-Eddie and Steve are coming over to rehearse.

-Oh, no problem.

We don't take up much space, do we?

Bridgit, we've really got to get this song written.

I mean, we've got to do some serious jamming.

-Listen, if this is a bad time for me to be here...

-Oh, no. No, no.

It's no problem, honest.

No! No, erm...

Can we talk a minute?

-Don't be unreasonable, come on.

-Unreasonable?

-It's my place.

-You said you wanted me here.

-I do.

Until you get a job and get a place of your own.

I thought we were going to talk about that.

Erm, Aunt Chris.

Yeah?

-Look, I'm sorry but...

-It's all right.

Maybe tonight isn't a good time for dinner. Could we do it another time?

Sure, yeah.

-I'll call you later, OK?

-All right.

I thought we were going to talk about this.

I was real upfront with you, Bridgit.

It's not like we're living together.

Mrs Sikorski, did your husband like gambling?

No.

Did he have any big debts?

-Was he an alcoholic?

-No!

-Or used drugs?

Why are you asking these questions?

We understand that this is difficult, ma'am,

but we're interested in anybody that might have been

-pressuring your husband.

-Blackmailing him.

Let me tell you something,

my Matt was a decent man.

He wasn't a saint

but he never did any of those things you're talking about.

Well, he may not have wanted to tell you.

My husband was murdered.

Somehow to you that makes him guilty!

Sergeant, please, my mother's been through enough.

We're doing our job, Mrs Sikorski.

I'd like to lie down.

Come on.

Just take it easy.

I'm afraid you'll have to talk to her when she's feeling better.

The son is very protective of the mother.

Looks like a close knit family.

-Congratulations!

-After lunch I want to check Sikorski's finances.

OK, where do you want to eat? Deli or the falafel stand?

Oh, I've got to meet you back at the station.

I'm taking Bridgit to lunch.

-Oh, is everything all right?

-Yeah, it's fine.

Mary Beth, what do you do

when one of your kids springs a big surprise on you?

How big?

Major.

My kids aren't old enough for that yet, thank God.

I tell you, you're in for something.

Taxi!

I kind of had The Plaza in mind. It would've been my treat.

This is better. I can't see New York from a restaurant.

I like being in the middle of things.

-Well, you came to the right place.

-Pete comes here a lot with the band.

Says it puts them in touch.

OK...

So, er, are we going to talk?

Absolutely.

I need your advice.

Sure, go ahead.

I can't decide if I should go to the Whitney first,

the Museum of Modern Art

and Pete says the view from the World Trade Centre's really awesome.

-Speaking of Pete.

-I know what you're going to say.

You didn't exactly get a great first impression of him last night

but Pete's going to be a big star,

he's just got a lot of heavy stuff going down now.

-Bridgit, I couldn't help overhearing what you two were saying...

-OK.

So, a relationship scares him a little? Guys are like that.

-Has he ever said about how he feels about you?

-Look.

Pete loves me.

He wants us to live together, he just...hasn't realised it yet.

But what if it doesn't dawn on him in the near future?

Oh, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

I use to say that a lot, too.

-But you know it isn't quite that easy.

-I'm doing OK so far.

-I think I take after you.

-Me? Come on.

-Yeah.

I mean, you went to Paris for school

but you stayed because you were in love, didn't you?

-Well, that was part of...

-And you handled it fine, all by yourself.

-It was no big deal.

-I don't know "fine" is the right word.

There were other circumstances, Bridgit,

and it was a different time.

DRUMS BANG

THEY PLAY HEAVY ROCK

Come on, this is going to be rad.

Sikorski. S-I-K-O-R-S-K-I. We need it as soon as possible.

-You got it, Captain.

-Thank you.

-How was lunch?

-Loud.

Ah!

-Damn it, Newman, don't you ever stop acting like a hot dog?

-Never.

Want to get together and talk about buns?

Don't press, all right, Newman? I'm not in the mood.

Alas, neither am I but I have something hot for you, Cagney,

-besides my body.

-Excuse me.

-Certainly not your mind.

I just broke the Manheim case. Please, no applause.

My informant also has something very interesting about a man named...

Sikorski.

Well, well. Things are looking up.

You only think so, Smiley. Tell them what you told me.

Hey, we made a deal about Manheim, nothing else.

Think of it as raising your line of credit.

You're overdrawn, Smiley.

Three days ago I overheard a couple of dudes talking.

They were talking about how they got paid to off this guy.

Some hard case named, er...

Si-kor-ski.

Exactly where did you hear this conversation?

Well...

The shooting gallery.

-On Avenue B.

-These people you overheard, they were junkies?

Well, what do you think, lady?

I think junkies are not your most reliable source.

Hey, look, lady. All I know is what I heard, OK?

These big time operators paid these dudes major bucks to make the hit.

And they had supplied a gun.

These dudes, did they say what it was?

45?

No.

Erm...

I lost my luck. No, they were...they talked about a 22.

Good evening, Mrs Lacey. I hope you've had a pleasant day.

Fine, thanks.

Can I come in?

Where is everybody?

Well, the boys were perfect angels and went to the market for me.

And Mr Lacey and Alice Christine are having a nap in the other room.

Oh.

Gee, what's cooking?

Well, Mr Lacey seemed so tired

that I'd said I'd prepare supper for him before I left.

It's a Lancashire hotpot, bubble and squeak and Bakewell tart.

Beg your pardon?

Lamb stew, cabbage and potatoes and pudding for dessert.

Oh!

-Sounds delicious.

-Well, I better be on my way.

-Oh, no, don't rush off.

We could have a chat.

-Sit down. I'll make you some tea.

-Thank you.

Low tea.

-So, you're from England?

-That's right.

I always wanted to see Westminster Abbey.

-And the Tower of London.

-Well, they are really rather damp actually.

Which part are you from?

I beg your pardon?

-Which part of England did you grow up in?

-Oh!

My family came from Suffolk but, of course,

I've lived on many estates as nanny to noble families.

No kidding! Which ones?

Well, a complete resume is available at the employment agency

but I'm proud to say that my last post was with

the Countess of Hargreaves

and before that I raised the children of the Earl of Nottingham.

Oh, where do they live?

-In Nottingham.

-Of course.

-Nottingham.

-Hum.

-Hum.

Could you please tell me,

I mean, what is it that bothers you about her?

I don't know.

I mean, she's very nice and lord knows she's terrific with the kids.

Yeah, so?

-Something is not right.

-Could you give me a hint?

OK.

The way she does things for you and me.

She sometimes straightens up even when the kids didn't make the mess.

-She cooks.

-That's bad?

In England, a nanny takes care of children.

She's not a cook and she's not a maid.

I saw it on Masterpiece television.

That's it?

That's why you think Mrs Lancaster isn't kosher?

It's a feeling, Harvey.

I mean, I'd worry about anyone that was looking after our baby.

You know what I think, Mary Beth, I think you've been a cop too long.

I think you are suspicious of everybody.

Yesterday you come home and you tell me Matt Sikorski was dirty.

A man I never heard a bad word about in 15 years.

I said maybe.

And then you come up with the idea that this nanny is Dillinger.

I didn't say the nanny was Dillinger.

I said something about her bothers me.

Good night, Mary Beth.

Yeah.

-How did it end with Bridgit?

-Damned if I know.

All she wanted to do is talk about museums.

Interesting.

What did you do?

What could I do?

I recommended the Rembrandts sketches at the Met.

Cagney, I love two things about you.

Your grace under pressure and your water pressure.

Very funny coming from a man who's all wet with no clothes on.

If you had any class, you'd get in here with me.

Cagney.

You are one classy broad.

New York's finest.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Sorry to bother you so late.

I need a place to crash.

-Morning.

-Hi.

-How are you?

-Terrific. The Platters, they're really a trip.

Oh, I made some herbal tea if you want some.

I don't have any herbal tea.

Well, you do now. I had some with me.

-Want to talk about it?

-I'm fine.

But I am sorry I messed up your date.

Oh, David and I will survive.

I wasn't too sure about you last night.

Well, you win some, you lose some.

Pete kind of got rained out.

So, the want ads are definitely the best cure.

Want ads?

Well, I'm not qualified for much besides waitressing

but if I make enough good tips I could put some away each week

towards my own apartment.

-Here in New York?

-Well, I probably can't afford Manhattan

but one of the guys in Pete's band told me that Brooklyn

and New Jersey are cheaper

so I wouldn't have to stay with you for more than a couple months.

Couple of...

I don't think you've thought this thing out.

I know it's an inconvenience but I'd be happy to help

with the cooking and with...I'd be happy to pay rent.

No, it's not matter of the inconvenience, honest.

What about your parents? You haven't called them.

Well, they'll have to get used to the idea.

New York is where I should be right now.

What, you're giving up Stanford altogether?

I know I'm doing the right thing. Getting out on my own.

It's the same thing you did, Aunt Chris.

Oh, gosh.

-Do you want to use the bathroom first?

-No. No, go ahead.

-Thanks.

I want to look good for the job market.

Don't ask.

This is the D and B on the Sikorski case,

you want to sink your teeth into this?

No major creditors.

He and Mrs Sikorski owned their own apartment,

they had savings in cash and bonds and his pension from the union.

So, comfortable but not rich.

Looks like a dead end, Chris, Sikorski wasn't selling dope.

Two junkies were paid to hit him, execution style.

It's a warning to other dealers.

Sikorski probably did business in cash.

Makes it harder, that's all.

How's it going with the nanny?

Erm...fine, Christine.

Very generous present. Thank you.

I loved Mrs Twolmby. That was my nanny.

Alice seems to like Mrs Lancaster too.

Things are so uncomplicated at that age.

How's your niece enjoying New York?

A little different than palm trees and freeways, right?

-You mean my new roommate?

-Bridgit is staying with you now?

Isn't that wonderful? The family's getting closer all the time.

Tell me.

Believe me,

there wasn't a guy in the union that didn't look up to Matt Sikorski.

I'm telling you, you're wasting your time looking for dirt on this guy.

So we've heard. We'd like to look anyway.

Well, be my guest but I'm telling you, you won't find anything.

Not a thing.

Most of these are thank you letters for favours he did people.

I bet the Godfather gets a lot of those too.

Nobody seems to have held a grudge against him, Christine.

Maybe they didn't put it in writing, Mary Beth.

There wasn't anything in the checking account either.

No large amounts of cash, no nothing.

Sikorski could have had other accounts.

All I'm saying is maybe we're barking up the wrong tree here.

Newman's source knew the name of the target plus the type of gun

that was used in the hit which was not in the papers.

Newman's source could have still been mistaken.

-This could mean he wasn't.

-What?

Application for a loan from the union pension fund

dated two weeks before Sikorski died.

OK?

OK.

20,000.

Matt Sikorski needed cash probably to pay off his drug suppliers.

He had a bad habit, it was expensive...

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

The man was over 60 years of age, I don't buy a coke habit.

OK, maybe he got ripped off. Maybe he was dealing, got burned.

Sikorski get his loan?

It came through the day before he turned up missing, sir.

The wife knows nothing about it

and it's not in any of their bank accounts.

No, no. You're going to have to come up with more than that, Cagney.

Well, we have another idea, Lieutenant.

It's a long shot but we want to go to the hall of records

and check to see if Sikorski had mortgaged any property and if so,

who holds the liens.

And the computers don't always come up with that information.

Dealers have set up dummy corporations before, sir,

real estates a lot safer than cash.

Yeah, you're right. Yeah, it's a long shot, Cagney, but...

Cagney!

Er...would you excuse me for just one minute, Lieutenant?

We were thinking, sir, if it's all right with you...

I haven't got all day!

-Roommates are no problem.

-What's happening?

Nothing, we were just discussing apartments.

I may have a lead for Bridgit through a friend of mine.

Unless cockroaches are your favourite pets,

I would suggest you pass.

Cagney, it is a dynamite place. Low cost, high ceilings,

-there's a fire place...

-If you're so up on real estate, Newman,

maybe you don't have enough to do.

Here's looking at you, kid.

-Nice sweater.

-Oh, I'm sorry.

I know I should have asked before I borrowed it,

I wanted to look good for Pete.

I thought you and Pete had broken up?

We might be seeing each other again.

You look very happy about it (!)

My dad called. We had a big fight.

All he can do is yell at me.

Sit down.

Bridgit...

-He's worried about you.

-He acts like I'm two years old. I hate it.

I hate it.

I'm never going to talk to him again.

Cagney, I don't have all day, I've got a meeting with Knelman.

I'll be right there, Lieutenant!

Why don't I show you where the ladies room is?

No, I'll be OK.

I didn't know you were so busy.

Bridgit, look, I'll talk to you later, all right?

Chris, you've got to call my dad.

He said he was going to come to New York and get me.

You've got to talk him out of it.

Cagney!

Thank you, Aunt Chris.

I'll see you tonight.

The lien holder should be listed under the buyer on the deed.

We file chronologically, not alphabetically.

Great. Just great.

Don't blame me, sweetheart, I only work here.

Are you saying that we have to go through the records year by year

and then do the same with every other county we want to check?

You've got it but not today. It's 4.30.

What?

You saying we have to come back here tomorrow?

Ain't life a bear?

Good night!

-Hi.

-Hi.

-I know it's a disaster area, I really spread out when I cook.

But I'm great at cleaning up.

It's a thank you dinner because you have been so great!

-No, I haven't.

-Oh, guess what? I talked to Grandad.

-Oh, Charlie?

-You were right, he's fantastic.

He wants to show me all around New York and he said

I could crash on his sofa whenever I got on your nerves.

Thank you.

So, what did my dad have to say?

I didn't call him.

Oh, right.

Well, the rates are cheaper now, you can still reach him at his office.

I'm not going to call him, Bridgit.

Well, why not?

I'm not going to run interference for you.

I thought you were on my side?

Bridgit...

You came to New York with this kind of romantic idea that you

wanted to do what I did.

And it's not...it's not...

You didn't want anyone telling you what to do.

But you're running away.

And you're mad at your father and you're...

You were mad at your mother, that's what my dad said.

That's why you left.

My loss.

You didn't get along with my dad either.

My loss.

But we're talking about you.

Now you say you want to be independent,

you don't have a job, you don't have any money,

you have a boyfriend who may or may not want to live with you.

And you want me to call your father and explain that?

I told you, he won't listen to me!

Do you listen to him?

He cares about you, Bridgit, he just doesn't want to see you hurt.

You sound just like him. Nothing I do is good enough.

I guess I'm just a screw up all the way around!

Not true, you're scared and I understand that.

You don't understand anything! You're just like my parents.

Do as I say, not as I do.

-I am trying to help you, damn it!

-I don't want your help.

-I don't need your help.

-What are you doing?

I'm going to stay with Charlie until I can get my own place!

-The hell you are.

-The hell I'm not.

You walk out that door, young lady...

NANNY HUMS LULLABY

Oh!

Mrs Lacey, I thought you had left already.

I've got a little extra time this morning,

I'm meeting my partner down town.

You know, you have been so good with Michael,

helping him with his reading and all.

He asked me to take him down the library last night

so he could get another one of those Rudyard Kipling books.

I was waiting for him to pick out the one he wanted

and I got a little curious.

So, I looked up the Earl of Nottingham.

I think his kids must have been a little old for you to take care of.

It's just the last Earl of Nottingham died in 1858.

There wasn't any Countess of Hargreaves either.

Oh, Mrs Lacey, I'm so ashamed.

I've never done anything like this in my life.

Oh, Lord. Er, here, erm, have a tissue.

Oh, thank you. A good nanny always has her own hanky.

You've been taking care of our daughter under false pretences,

Mrs Lancaster, and I would like to know exactly why.

I meant no harm, Mrs Lacey, really I didn't.

Oh, I can show you all the references you like, all perfectly genuine.

But...

But they're not from the peerage.

What is that? Some kind of nanny clearing house?

The peerage is the British nobility

and I'm afraid I've never worked for them.

I cared for the children of businessmen

and the professional classes.

So, why did you tell me you worked for an Earl?

Well, if you'll forgive me for saying so, Mrs Lacey,

most Americans are snobs.

And I was told they would never hire a woman of my age

unless she had been nanny to the nobility.

I apologise for any inconvenience I may have caused you

and...I fully understand that you'll want to give me the sack.

What sack?

Terminate my employment.

Oh! Well.

I don't think we have to go that far.

-You do have references?

-Oh, yes.

And...you've only got two days left anyway.

You're really very kind, Mrs Lacey.

Besides, Alice is getting quite attached to you and no wonder.

You're wonderful with her. I could maybe write a recommendation myself.

I mean, we're not exactly royalty here

but the New York City police department

should stand for something.

I don't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything, ma'am.

Ma'am is for the Queen, Mrs Lacey.

Why don't you just call me Audrey?

Only if you'll call me Mary Beth.

BABY CRIES

So, er...

be my guest!

-Audrey.

-With pleasure, Mary Beth.

So, I followed her to the elevator and gave her cab fare.

Told her she'd take the subway over my dead body.

It's not funny, Mary Beth. Bridgit is a very stubborn child.

A niece of yours? You're kidding.

Then she writes me a cheque for the cab fare,

plus, quote,

"anything else of mine she may have used inadvertently",

unquote.

Yeah. Harvey Junior once wrote up a paper saying

he was tired of doing his chores and we should hire a maid

and he would pay us back when he graduated college.

This is a little more serious than that.

Yeah, I know.

-Did she get to Charlie's OK?

-Oh, fine.

She's already got him eating out of her hand.

And then there's Brian, he may show up at any minute.

You going to call him?

I don't know what to do. Everything I think of seems wrong.

Welcome to parenthood.

Pay dirt, Mary Beth.

Over here, look.

Look.

March 1981, Sikorksi bought an office building

on the east side under the name Sikcorp.

He bought another one in July, downtown.

That's where he's hiding his drug profits. Has to be.

You must be mistaken.

You think I wouldn't know if my husband bought a building?

Your name was listed as an officer of Sikcorp. Your husband invested

hundreds of thousands of dollars into that name, didn't he?

We never had that kind of money. My God, you can see how we live.

Your husband mortgaged over half a million dollars

worth of the corporations property.

-Do you know why?

-I don't know about any corporation.

And you denied before that your husband had a drug habit.

-Are you sure that that was the truth, ma'am?

-Yes.

I lived with the man for 30 years. He loved me.

-He didn't lie to me.

-Then you must have known he was dealing drugs.

No. Matt would never touch that poison.

Sergeant. I don't like this.

Well, we either have to do it here or downtown, Mr Sikorksi.

Who was your husband working for?

He worked for his union, nobody else.

Mrs Sikorski, we need your help

to find your husband's associates, ma'am.

I don't know what you're talking about

and I have told you that already!

Mom, it's all right. Just, take it easy.

-Mr Sikorski, we don't like asking these questions...

-Then stop it!

Just stop it!

Who do you think you are? Who the hell do you think you are?

We're citizens, we pay taxes, we have rights in this country.

I mean because it's not some banana republic, is it?

You can't come in here and push my mother around like this.

I have friends, you know, high up.

Very high up and I can have your jobs so fast, lady,

your head's going to spin. You hear me? You think you know everything?

No. You don't know anything.

My father dealing drugs?

It's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.

Drugs? My father?

My father was the greatest guy in the world.

The greatest guy in the world.

So, What do you think? My father was someone who was keying snow?

We never considered you, Mr Sikorski.

You set up that phoney corporation, not your father.

All he did was borrow 20,000 to get you out of trouble.

You probably never even told him what it was for.

You must've been working for some big time dope dealers

for them to put out a contract on you.

They killed your father by mistake, didn't they? Right after

-he gave them the money to pay them back.

-That's crazy.

-Is it?

-Yes.

-No.

No.

It's the truth, isn't it?

Someone else pulled the trigger but you killed him.

His own son.

By mistake?

Yes, sir. His son was the one who was dealing dope

and Junior owed the bosses a lot of money.

And that's why he borrowed 20,000, huh?

To get his kid out of trouble?

Too late, though, the hit had already been set.

They just got the wrong Sikorski.

I want to read that report as soon as possible.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant.

You want to sign this?

Hmm?

Oh, yeah.

Here.

We got the names from Robert Sikorski.

We'll get those viruses that killed his father.

Keep seeing the look on the mother's face.

Yeah.

Think you know your kid and he turns out to be a stranger.

It's a nightmare parents have.

Er, there's not much paperwork left here.

I'm going to take off early, OK?

That's OK by me.

Oh. I thought Charlie forgot his key.

Thanks, I'd love to come in.

Charlie went to get some Chinese food.

He'll be back in a few minutes.

Look, I don't know whether or not you believe me but I care about you.

Now, I may not be very good at this but I think you owe me a shot.

You're right! We are exactly alike.

You're just as pigheaded as I was.

Bridgit.

I like my life and I like the choices that I've made

but you've got the wrong idea if you think that everything was perfect.

I made mistakes and they were big ones.

If you quote me on that, I'll say you lied.

I didn't think I could talk to my mother. So I went off to Paris.

And if I could go back and change that, Bridgit, I would.

Charlie was showing me pictures of her.

And you.

Why do you hate it that I want to be like you?

I don't. I like it.

But you can't live my life.

And you can't runaway from yours.

I hated Stanford.

-I'm not going back.

-Well, then make another choice.

Get a job, earn the money to travel.

But do it because you want something.

Not because you're running away.

I can just see trying to tell that to my father.

He expects too much.

I used to think my mother expected too much, too.

Christine, you are not living up to your potential.

-Sound familiar?

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

But I think she did that because she loved me.

Only I didn't realise it until after she died.

Your father is a very kind man when you get to know him.

And I think that you love him a lot.

I do...

love him.

It's just that...

I don't want to give in.

But it isn't giving in.

It's growing up.

I think.

I'm sorry I lost my temper.

It's OK. It's hereditary.

I'm going to miss you when I go back.

I'm going to miss you, too.

I've gotten kind of used to having you around.

I didn't drive you crazy?

I didn't say that!

But I'll miss you.

Don't worry, I'll be back.

OK.