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- Isbecki!
- Gotta go, gotta go!

Forget it,
the roster's filled.
We've got all our men.

And how many women?

You wanna arm-wrestle for it?

Don't tempt me.

So? Forget it.

They're jerks.

Get any closer
and I'll blow her brains out!

What you got up there, Petrie?

Nothing up here.
How about you?

Negative.

Stay in touch.

If anyone's tiptoeing
through the tulips,
I'll let you know.

All right.

You think these clowns
are ever gonna
make their move?

Hey, they got a duty
to their public.

What about all those
high school kids

who can't make it
through the day
without their help?

I made it through high school
without dope.

Or sex, believe it or not.

You had God.

I had nuns.

Suspect sighted,
second floor.

White male
in black leather jacket.

Shorter white male,
brown jacket.

On our way.

Police officer.

- Hold it!
Don't do anything stupid!
- Hold it right there!

14th Precinct.
Detective La Guardia.

Sure, hold it. Manelli!

Hello?
Hey, where are you guys?
I'm starved.

Sorry, Joe. We got a break
at the flower market
so we're hung up here.

What kind of collar
was it?

I don't know yet.
It's either dope
or smuggling roses.

Anyway, we still wanna
follow up on that
counterfeit ticket lead.

You got it. How about
after we have lunch?

No, we won't make it
for lunch, kid.

How about in front of
the garden at 2:00?

Okay, but I'm telling you,
Mary Beth, this restaurant is
a Manelli four-star find.

We'll take a rain check.

All right.

Uh-oh.

Pay dirt.

Hey, you wanna get a bite?
I was thinking Japanese.

Real men don't eat noodles,
Manelli.

Hey Joe, the softball line-up
looks terrific.

Cool it, here comes
the secretary.

Lieutenant wants to see
all your 61s from last week.

Yes, we know, Shelley.

So if you know,
where are they?

Okay, everybody on the team
has gotta sign this.

Put your name
right next to third base.

Okay. All right,
where's Chris Cagney playing?

On the sidelines.

Oh, she doesn't know
about this,
and she doesn't have to.

Don't you think
she'll catch on

when you guys disappear
at 3:00 in the afternoon

wearing spiked shoes
and carrying baseball bats?

She'll think that
we're on patrol in the Bronx.

Look, you think girls
take this game serious?

You think they wanna practice
in March? Play pepper
when it's freezing?

Take infield
when the wind's
blowing dirt in your face

and you can't even feel
your feet?

You think I do?

So, when do we
sign up for softball?

I haven't heard anything.
Are you filing
the DD-5 or am I?

I am. I type faster.

Oh, I was hoping
you'd say that.

Sure, they're gonna
have a Precinct team.

God, I can't wait, Mary Beth.
I love softball.

Are you gonna play?

You're kidding?

- Why?
- With Harv going on,
and the renovation work,

now, where am I
supposed to find the time?

Come on, Mary Beth.
Work with us on this one.

Christine, I can't.
I'm supposed to take
Michael to the dentist later.

I'll tell you, that was
one good thing about Harv
being super in the building.

What? You had
a built-in babysitter?

Yeah, and a cook.

And on a good day,
he might even clean the oven.

I'm happy for him,
you know.

He's wanted to
go into business for himself
for a long time.

So we'll work it out,
we'll juggle our schedules.
We'll adjust.

Well, you'll adjust, kid.

No, no.

Harv will have to make
an adjustment, too.

Sure.

He'll have to adjust to me
being a wreck.

You got it.

10-13,
44 and 8, 44 and 8.

Police officer
needs assistance.
All units respond.

- Car 11 responding.
- Go for it.

Out of the way, man!

All right,
gangway here.

Officers coming through here.
Thank you, thank you!

- Here we go, it's us.
-Coming through.

All right.

Out of the way, please.

Who is it?

Joe Manelli.

Can't be.

Oh, my God.

Why? What happened?

A guy walked in and shot him.

Close range.

See what you can
get out of them.

Well, you want me
to ask somebody else?

I'm doing it.

Let's go. Move it, come on.

Dear God.

Plates went flying,
people were running all over,

it was like somebody set off
an explosion in here.

How you doing?

A cop... A cop gets killed
right in front of me.

You think you're safe.
You're not safe anywhere.

We know this is
a traumatic experience,
Mr. Caswell.

Would you like to sit down?
Look, I could
get you something.

- You want a cola?
- Oh, yeah,
thank you, thank you.

I'm sorry,
I'm very sorry.

Excuse me, miss.
Do you know
what we're supposed to do?

- The man said to wait.
- But we have to get to
our music lessons.

It's important
that you stay, please.
I'll get your statement.

Anybody speak English?

Okay, Spanish?

All right.

From the back, terrific.

What the hell is that?

Lieutenant Samuels?

Some suit
from the mayor's office.

Terrific. Just in time
for the evening news.

- Is that right?
-...anyone else?
Just the one policeman?

So, we got
a cop-killer on the loose
out there, right?

Butcher.

All right, we'll try it again.
The man...

Big guy, comes in the back.
All right.

He obviously
didn't expect it, right?

Probably didn't even
see the guy, am I right?

That's the picture.

- Cagney?
- Hmm?

You were working on a case
with Manelli, right?

Yeah. Counterfeit tickets
for the fight.

- Yeah, well, see if it relates.
- Okay.

Did you get out
to see Evelyn?

Jeez, yes.

I went out there
with the chief.

And I want all of you
to go out there
and pay your respects

before tomorrow night.

- Sure.
- Don't put it off.

- Okay.
- Okay.

La Guardia.

...it's important.
If it wasn't,
I wouldn't ask it.

I don't know, 45 minutes,
an hour at the most.

Harv, I know this is
absolutely the wrong time.

Michael has got to
go to the dentist,
and I can't get away.

Everybody is staying
on their own time...

I know how you feel.

It's like when Dave Bellamy
slipped off a girder when
we worked on the 19th floor.

No, Harvey, it's not like that
because that was an accident.

This was not.

What, did you know this guy?

We were working together.

Look, are Michael's teeth
gonna fall out or something
if he doesn't go today?

Honey, it takes a month
to get an appointment
with this dentist.

I just got Mikey
psyched up to go.

Look, have Mrs. Harris
take him, huh?

Harvey, you know
she can hardly walk.

She can only stay with him
until I get home.

Call somebody
down the hall. How about
Cynthia or Mrs. Barberi?

You want me to call?

No, I'll call.
Thanks, Harv. Bye.

Come on.

Hello, Michael.
Let me speak to Mrs. Harris.

She's sleeping. Okay.

Good news,
we don't have to go
to the dentist today.

Yeah.
Yeah, you can keep the $2.

Michael, I need you
to cancel the appointment.

Find my address book.

You know where it is.

The big kitchen drawer.

Dr. Ingram.

You make the call, Michael.
I have to go.

You can do it.

Michael, bye.

Bye.

Sir.

You all know
Deputy Chief Inspector Brent.

Sure, whenever
there's a spotlight.

The Commissioner is incensed
about the tragic shooting
of Officer Manelli.

He's making this investigation
his number one priority.

This Precinct is going
to be temporary headquarters,

and Lieutenant Samuels
is gonna report
directly to me.

Sir, you can
tell the Commissioner

that everyone here
is working off-duty hours
on his or her own time.

- We want this bad.
- Very well.

And I wanna remind you,

the murder of a police officer
brings the death penalty
in this state.

So no one
has to be trigger-happy.

Besides, the press will be
breathing down our necks

looking to protect
this guy's rights.

So when you apprehend him,
call the D.A.'s office
immediately,

strip him, take his picture
to prove
he ain't been brutalized.

And he better not be.

Everybody got that?

And another thing,
we're setting up a hotline
here for information.

You'll all be
fielding questions.

How much can we say?

Don't give them too much.

Don't tell them the name
of the weapon
or nothing like that.

Our big fear is imitators.

There's mucho head cases
out there and they all want
their name in the papers.

So let's not help them out.

Understood, sir.

In case any of you think
this is
political horse manure,

let me put it straight.

We want this guy
as bad as you do.

An assault on one of us
is an assault on all.

- Harvey?
-Yeah.

- Got any cash?
- What for?

They're taking up a collection
for Evelyn Manelli.

Yes, sure.

I'm going out there
tonight.

- Whoa, whoa.
- The new babysitter said...

She said she could stay
until I get back

and then if it's late,
she'll give the kids
their supper.

- Sounds good.
- No, it doesn't.

Her name's Bertha.
Sounds like she weighs
600 pounds or something.

She's a very nice girl.
She's got brothers
of her own.

Well, she probably
sits on them to shut them up.

Squashes them like a bug.

- Hello?
-Come on,
cut it out, guys. Huh?

Yeah.

- Shelley, I'm on my way
there right now.
- Hey, cut it out.

Knock it off.

I'll stay as late
as they need me tonight.

-Squashes them
like a bug.
- Okay.

What did you say?

What is the problem here?

We don't want a babysitter.

Well then, instead of
throwing food around,
just say so.

Okay.

We don't want
a babysitter.

All right, all right.
Come on, you guys.
You gotta help us out here.

Your mother and I
each have jobs of our own now

as well as taking care of you.

As much as we want to,
we can't be home when you
get out of school anymore.

It still doesn't mean
we need a babysitter.
We're old enough now.

Yeah, well, you gotta prove it
to us by behaving yourself
when she shows up. Hmm?

Okay?

I guess.

Even if we did need one,
we wouldn't want
some dumb Bertha.

Oh, yeah?
Who would you rather have?

You.

Morning.

What, Claudia have you
going out last night
for pickles and ice cream?

You see the papers?

You mean the Knicks
winning in overtime?

You know, sometimes,
you have the mind
of a running shoe.

I mean Joe Manelli.

Every politician's jumping
on the bandwagon.

Yeah, I saw the chief
on the tube last night.

He was calling out for
more money to hire more cops
and bulletproof vests...

Yeah, yeah,
same old story.

Yeah.

So, what have you heard
about the first game?

It's been postponed.

They had to move practice
back about a week.

What game?

What game, Isbecki?

I'll see you outside.

Isbecki.

- Isbecki!
- Gotta go, gotta go!

- What game?
- Softball game.

But forget it,
the roster's filled.
We've got all our men.

And how many women?

Hey, you're too late,
the team's full already.

No, no.
How many women, Isbecki?

Hey, let's be honest.
A co-ed game just isn't
the same as a regular game.

How do you know?

Well, I've never seen a woman
play as well as a man,
that's all.

You wanna bet?

Sure.

You wanna arm-wrestle for it?

Don't tempt me.

Investigation hotline,
Detective La Guardia.

You say Myron killed
the officer? He's been
planning it for weeks?

How do you know this Myron?

He's your landlord.

I'm an accountant.

And what were you doing
at the Japanese restaurant,
Mr. Caswell?

My office is
right across the street.

You go there a lot?

Not anymore.

How close were you
to the suspect?

Two tables away.

No, at least six.

You were sitting
at the same table?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Did you see
what he was wearing?

A plaid jacket.

No, it was camel hair.

You said
he had a shoulder bag?

A purse, a man's purse.

Well, I wouldn't call it
a purse. More like a satchel.

Uh-huh.

- Excuse me, ladies.
- Go right ahead.

Have you two been over
to see Evelyn Manelli yet?

Uh, well, no, not yet,
we've been kind of tied up...

All right, fine, fine, fine.

When you go,
I want you to check on
his family, the apartment.

Would you look
for conspicuous consumption?

I wanna know if Manelli's
been spending money recently.

In case he was
on anybody else's payroll.

And see what you can get
from the widow.

Hey, Lieutenant,
the D.A. wants to talk to you.

- Sir?
- Yeah, okay.

- Sir?
- Yeah?

This is supposed to be
a condolence call.

Yeah, so be discreet.

Ladies.

Such a shame.
He loved the...

Hey, Brooks.

Hi, Brooks.

I'm all right.
Thank you.

- I don't wanna do this.
- Thanks very much.

- I mean, what do you say?
- Say the obvious.

"How much did the sofa cost?

"Did you buy it
before or after your husband
started taking bribes?"

Please.

- Mary Beth. Chris.
- Yeah.

Thanks for coming.

- I can't tell you
how awful I feel.
- Please,

I just can't stand to
hear it again.

Okay, okay.

But I appreciate
the sentiment.

You shouldn't try
and do anything
for a while, Evelyn.

- You know, don't put pressure
on yourself.
- Do anything?

I'll tell you what I do.
I wake up in the morning
and cry.

I make the kids lunch and cry.

I answer the phone, cry.

I'm really terrific at it,
I gotta tell you.

You're terrific, period.

So, where's the brilliant
police work? And why haven't
you caught the bastard?

We're looking into
every possibility.

- Just seems to go so slow.
- I know.

Did Joe ever get
involved with a perp,

I mean, anyone that
held a grudge against him?
Do you know?

I don't think so.

I mean,
Joe wouldn't play a tune
on anybody's head.

He just did his job.

If it was a clean bust,
it was a clean bust.
He didn't hassle anybody.

He seemed like
a very gentle person.

Yeah.

He'd collar a vagrant
and he'd wind up

giving him a dollar
for a pack of cigarettes.

- It's true.
- Oh, I believe it.

I love your sofa, Evelyn.
Where'd you get that?

Oh...

Discount place on the Island.

I'll take you there sometime.

Super, love to.

And I got a backache
you wouldn't believe.
So let's not waste time.

La Guardia,
tell me about Joe Manelli.

He and his wife had accounts
in two banks.
Nothing over $8,000.

What'd you find at his house?

A cop making $25,000 a year.
Just trying to get along
like the rest of us.

What about
the ticket counterfeiting?

Turned out to be punks
from Jersey.

Scalping tickets at the door.
Not a big deal.

Petrie, what do you got?

I ran down
all the collars he made
in the last six months.

If they weren't
in the slammer,
they had alibis.

Isbecki, you trace his beat?

- Find anybody holding a grudge?
- Clean.

Joe had a good relationship
with everybody on his beat.

No problems.

Sir? Did anybody bother trying
to ID the killer?

Forensics found the gun
in some trash
behind the restaurant.

Did we get a print?

The murder weapon was
a six-shot
...38 caliber revolver.

Print-resistant tape
had been fixed around
the grip and the trigger.

-So the guy was a pro?
- That's a hit man's trick.

Yeah, but we got lucky.
This came up
just a few minutes ago.

They were able to find a print
off the barrel.

Arnold Cream.

The guy was sloppy.

Well, he's a smalltime
wiseguy, he pulled
some jobs in Florida.

Records are sending over
his rap sheet right now.

Doesn't make sense.

Lacey's right,
it doesn't make sense.

On one hand, we got a picture
of Joe, a beautiful guy
that everybody loved.

On the other hand,
we got a professional killer,
Arnold Cream.

Now, assuming that Joe Manelli
is as clean as all of you say,

why was a mob hit man
gunning for him?

Uh-huh.

Martian invaders.

Uh-huh.

Yeah. Sir?

Sir...

Sir, this hotline number
is for information

regarding the shooting
at the Ichiban Restaurant
only.

Sir, call Bellevue.

They'll know what to do.

I don't know the number, sir.
I'm sure it's in the book.

Thank you.

Isbecki,
I got something for you.

I'm helping Petrie
get through his 402s
on Manelli.

La Guardia,
do me a favor, will you?

The Assistant D.A. was just
busting my chops
over some cases

he needs wrapped up right now.

- What have you got, Lieutenant?
- Mostly witnesses

who ducked out
on a grand jury.

- See if you can
track them down.
- What about Joe?

This has gotta be done now.
Do it!

Investigation hotline,
Detective Lacey.

Got a last known address
on Arnold Cream.

Dino Lampella,
that's Cream's uncle. Read it.

On my way.

What about me?

- Was I talking to you?
- Well, no, sir...

So, get busy.

Investigation hotline,
Detective Lacey.

- I just wanna say...
- Talk to my lawyer.

Not exactly undeserved,
my friend.

And the league kick-backed
our application.

Don't kid about that.

The league turned us down?
Why?

League rule.

Each team shall have members
of both sexes.

No women, no softball.

Who said Arnie lives here?

No one, Mr. Lampella.

But your apartment's on record
as having been
his last known address.

Well, he ain't here,
so go bust the Welfare thieves
on the corner.

Hey, look.
I'm just trying to be fair.

A man's home is his castle.

Okay, so I'll get a warrant.

How about I run wants
and warrants on your car, too?

Maybe the IRS would like to
take a look at your tax
returns, what do you think?

Just remember, huh,
a man's home is his castle.

- Hi.
- How're you doing?

Look, I wanna ask you
a few questions
about your nephew, Arnold.

He's in some
pretty serious trouble.

Arnie? Not Arnie.

Believe it or not, Arnie.

Now
you just can't tell
if Powell was ready for this.

Maybe just waiting
for Diprio to...

Now, have either of you
heard from him recently?

Please understand.
Arnold, your nephew, Arnie,

has been implicated
in the murder
of a police officer.

Is he dead?

I said murder,
yeah, that's dead.

I meant Arnie!

Arnie's the alleged killer.

His parole history shows
he's been living on and off
here for the last few years.

We ain't seen or heard
from Arnie in a long time.

Must be years.

I know he lived here
11 months ago.

That's years.

Oh, come on.

The kid exaggerated a little,
and right away
you think he's a liar.

A man was killed.

He had a wife
and he had children.

And now he's dead.

Honey,

I got problems
you wouldn't believe.

Oh.

Here's my card, in case.

- Hi, babe.
- I'm not in the mood, okay?

Hey, come on, Chris,
I got a peace offering.

Hey, hey.

I was wrong.
So I apologize.

What's the come-on, Isbecki?

Well, look,
I can admit when I'm wrong.

Some of the guys
were talking to me.
They said I wasn't fair.

Hey, look, I'm sorry
if I hurt your feelings.

If you wanna play ball,
you're more than welcome.

What do you say?

You in?

A Baby Ruth?

There's hope for you guys,
Isbecki.

Real hope.

Hiya, teammate.

You mean
you're gonna play?

Sure. I'm gonna play.

Chris, you saved us. Thanks.

What's to save? Come on.

Okay, guys, what's going on?

Well, there's a sex rule.

Each team has to have
both men and women
to be in the league.

Yeah.

Today wasn't a very good day
for it, Isbecki.

Hey, Chris.

Hey, Chris. Hey, Chris!

What happened was that...

I got it.

Christine!

Chris?

What?
You suddenly get sensitive
or something?

I tell you, it was such
a lousy, just a crummy thing
to happen, Mary Beth.

Hey, Isbecki isn't worth it,
all right?

I don't give a damn
about Isbecki or his softball.

I know.
Petrie told me what happened.

No.
See, I'm talking about Joe.

What?

I was talking
to some people today,
you know, about Arnie Cream.

Then I told them Joe's dead.

And they didn't care.

You know,
they didn't even care.

So? Forget it.

They're jerks.

What if we'd gone with him
like we'd planned?

We didn't.

Hell, he was
just unlucky that's all.

Right.

- Forget it.
- Right.

-Cagney?
- Yes?

Call coming in,
you wanna take it?

Yeah, I'll be right there.

It's late, and I'm hungry.
You wanna split a pizza
with me?

No, I...
Least I can do is go home
on my dinner breaks.

My kids are liable to forget
what I look like.

All right.

-Cagney.
- Yes?

Are you taking this call?

Yes, I am, thank you.
I'll be right there.

What do you say, fellows?

Your favorite lady is home.

In here.

So?

Some kind of greeting, huh?

I come home from work today,
kids are alone eating dinner.

This is dinner.

"Where's the babysitter?"
I say. Mikey tells me
she never showed up.

I'll call her.

This ain't gonna work, babe.

So I won't call her.
We'll get someone else.

Right. So we can find the kids
eating cookies for dinner
again? What is that?

- What are you mad at me for?
- I'm not mad at you.

We're just gonna have to
find a way to work this out,
that's all.

We get
a responsible babysitter.
They do exist.

I think what we need
is for one of us to be here.

You mean one of me.

Well, you know,
we cut back on the overtime
a little.

I'm not even getting paid
any overtime for this, Harv.

Nobody is.

- We're doing it
because it was Joe.
- Yeah, I know, but...

You're your own boss now,
why don't you cut back?

Do you see people
banging on the door
to hire me?

There is not a lot of work
out there!

This is a real showpiece job.
I can't pull back now, either.

Well, then, we got a problem.

- Good morning, Mary Beth.
- Says who?

You look like hell.

Split me in half,
my life would be perfect.

So? Your life is
half perfect.

Which half, Chris?

Hell. I'm just trying
to get along here.

You guys got time to help me
run down a few loose ends
for the D.A.'s office?

I don't know.

It won't take long.

- What do you need?
- Just a few phone calls.

I've got eight names here,
we'll split them.

Pick one.
They're both alike.

Thank you.

Let's see how many hours
this takes.

Tony Robinson,
Peter J. Caswell,
Barbara Abrams

and Patricia Marie Brown.

Wait, wait, wait. Back up.

Who was that? Peter who?

Caswell, Peter. J.

He witnessed Joe's murder.
I talked to him.

You sure it's the same
Peter Caswell?

You read the file.
Why was Caswell subpoenaed
before the grand jury?

He was an accountant
for a couple of
shipping firms.

The D.A. found out
they were mob controlled.

He figures they're using it
to shelter dirty money.

So he wanted to hear
what Caswell had to say.

Maybe somebody out there
wanted to keep him
from saying it.

Maybe so.
Think this through.

Joe's in the restaurant,

Caswell's in the restaurant.

Arnie Cream walks in,
pulls the trigger.

And the wrong man dies.

Mrs. Caswell, we could
really use your help here.

I told you before,
Peter didn't know anything
about the subpoena.

He was at work,
and it just came.

What about the
threatening phone calls?

Peter said they started
the very afternoon
the subpoena was delivered.

Where is your husband now,
Mrs. Caswell?

He's hiding.

Why did the District Attorney
subpoena Peter?

He didn't know
mobsters owned the company,
he just handled the books.

Well, Peter's in danger.

He really should turn himself
over to us as soon as
possible, Mrs. Caswell.

Peter is so frightened,
he won't even tell me
where he is.

Mrs. Caswell,
if someone out there...
Heaven forbid,

but if someone out there
is looking for your husband,

you could be in danger
yourself, especially
being home here alone.

That's just what I needed
to hear.

- We could put an officer
in your house.
- No.

- Or parked outside in a car.
- Absolutely not.

Let us protect you,
Mrs. Caswell.

I don't need protection,
Peter does.

And I won't have the police
around to frighten him away

if he decides to come home.

All right.
Do us a favor.

If he calls,
will you try to persuade him
to turn himself in?

For his own good.

Yeah. Okay.

Thank you.

She shouldn't be alone.

We'll get protection
out there by 6:00 tonight,
that's the best we can do.

Yeah.

- Mary Beth.
- Victor.

Chris.

Look, if you're waiting
for me to apologize...

Nobody's waiting for anything,

except maybe for you
to stop wasting the air.

Look, I may be a jerk,
but there's a lot of guys
there.

I mean, if you don't play,
they can't play.

We're supposed to be
on the same team, right?

Yes. Yes.

Yeah. Okay. Hang on.

- Cagney.
- What?

Got your boyfriend again.
Line two.

Which one?

Romeo.

Says he's got
just what you need.

Detective Cagney.

Brought help this time?

Excuse me.

Come on, kid.
You really think
that's gonna stop me?

Oh, I'm falling in love.

- Look...
- What're you doing?

- Hey, hey! Not so rough, huh?
- Cut it out!

Tell it to me. You got the 40,
tell it to me. Huh?

Hey, look, man,
I ain't nobody's punching bag.

Look, you got something
to say, kid, you just say it.

Give everybody a break, huh?

All right, all right.

My old man got
good and sauced last night

and he let out that Arnie's
living in a place above
Premium Cleaners on 45th.

That's your 40.

I run a clean place.

I don't go with
any sordid carrying-ons.

We understand that,
Mr. Mankowitz.

Guy looks good to me,
I let him have a room.

Guy's in a beef with the cops,
I want him out of here.

- You're sure he's not here?
- Sure I'm sure.

He left maybe three hours ago
and he ain't been back.

I'm downstairs all the time.
Nobody gets past me.

Would you just stay
right there, Mr. Mankowitz?

Arnie! Termite control.

I'm telling you,
he ain't there.

Police!

You see?

Thank you.

- Looks like you were right,
Mr. Mankowitz.
- Sure.

- Got something here.
- Porno?

Hotel receipts, gas receipts.

Name on the credit card,
Liam O'Bannon.

Probably stolen.

I told you.
Nothing gets past me.

Here we go.
Car rental.

Lacey here.

I want an APB on a vehicle
wanted in connection with
the shooting of an officer.

Brown four-door sedan,
license 845 N-O-B.

Right away. Thank you.

- Mary Beth, look at this.
- Hmm?

It's Caswell.

Cream's marked
all the incoming streets
to his neighborhood.

He's drawn
the shortest distance
to the turnpike.

And he's on his way
to Caswell's house.

Yeah.

Hey, what do you think
about me getting
my name in the papers?

Live in hope.

She went to the market, right?

She needed a couple of things
and she ran out for a minute.

Hey, Mary Beth, look.

Excuse me, ma'am. Over here.

I'm Detective Lacey,
this is Detective Cagney.

- We're from the police.
- Hello.

You know
where Mrs. Caswell is?

She left a few minutes ago.

Did she say
where she was going?

I didn't talk to her.
I was doing the inside then.

I just saw her leave
with that man.

Do you remember by any chance
what he looked like?

Big, I think.
I mean, tall, dark.

Something wrong, isn't it?

- How about the car?
- Brown, I think.

Regular four-door sedan.

You know
which direction they went?

Towards the city.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

I got an APB update
on that brown four-door sedan.

License number, 845 N-O-B.

Do not apprehend.
Unmarked vehicles only.

This is
a possible hostage situation.

- Which is faster,
the tunnel or the bridge?
- Bridge.

Alert on license number
845 N-O-B.

Radio patrol vehicles, do not,
repeat, do not approach
or attempt to apprehend.

Situation requires
unmarked vehicles only.

10-30, any unit in the area
of 75 and 3rd, respond.

All other units maintain vigil
for suspect vehicle.

Unit eight.

Suspect has
just entered parking structure
on 95 and 1.

- Tricia.
- Not yet.

- You're hard to find, Peter.
- I got the money.

I've got $5,000 here.
I can get the other $20,000
right away.

I'm not interested
in your money, Peter.

What's wrong?

Twenty-five grand.
You know, that's 10 times
what they paid me to do you.

Life just ain't worth much, huh?

Arnold, we had a deal,
the money for me and my wife.

Here, here. You promised.

You're stupid, Peter.

I don't believe this.
I'm not in the mob.

I don't know who they are
or what they're doing,

and you're gonna shoot me,
for what?

- Freeze!
- No! No!

This is the police!

Around here! Go around!

Give it up!

Give it up, man, I've got you.
It's over. It's over!

It's over!

Don't hurt her, please.
Don't hurt her.

Get any closer
and I'll blow her brains out!

Hey! Arnie, hey.

What's the matter? You've been
watching too much TV or what?

Everybody here wants to
get home tonight, okay?

I just don't wanna get shot.
I just don't want to
get shot here!

Nobody wants to shoot you.

Take your chance in court,
Arnie.

Don't play it out here.

Kick it.

Ms. Caswell, will you
step over here, please?

Easy, easy. All right,
nobody rough him up.

Wait!
Everybody just stay cool.

Stay cool. We're gonna take
real good care of him.

We're gonna take
real good care of him.

We're gonna deliver him
to the D.A. as fresh
as the day he was born.

Take him away.

-Most important thing,
relax.
-See the ball.

- See the ball.
- You remember your stance?

- Relax and...
- Hey, Mike, come here.

- Okay. Okay.
Choke up, choke up.
- Yeah.

- None of this.
- Not down there.

- Choke up, see the ball, relax.
- See the ball...

- Don't take your eye off...
- Just don't
take the first pitch.

Always wait for one to come
sliding right through
the old strike zone.

Strike zone, wonderful.
Where is that?

- Right here.
- Hi, Harv.

Mary Beth, you think you could
give me a ride home
after practice on Monday?

Monday I won't be there.
It's my day with the kids.
I'm sorry.

Come on. I don't want to be
a hard nose about this.

We could swap days
if you want.

It's working out this way now,
let's just don't
rock the boat.

Okay, choke up, right?

- Hey, guys. Hey.
-Hey.

- All right. We'll see you,
Chris. Good luck.
- Give me this.

- Here you go.
I love you. Get a hit.
- All right.

- All right, you all set?
- Yeah.

Hank Aaron and me.

Come on. Don't be nervous.

I'm gonna be right over there
behind first base.

You do what I tell you,
you'll be fine.

Hey, first base coach, do you
remember what I told you
about two men on base?

Remember what I told you
about your batting stance?

I will. I ain't gonna argue
with good advice.

All right.
Coaches, take the field.

Okay. Good luck.
I'll be there.

You guys, on the bags.
Come on.

Wish I had a cigarette.

Come on, move it, move it.
You're leading off.

Now, get us a good start.

Remember, don't let them
sucker you
into it with a sinker.

Just don't embarrass us,
Mom!

Choke up, baby.

Let's go, Mary Beth.

Relax, choke up.

At the same time.

Let's go, Mary!

Today's game is being
dedicated to Officer Joe
Manelli, one of our own,

who was killed
in the line of duty.

Let's have
a moment of silence.

Play ball.

Wow!

What are you doing?
Don't stop.

- Keep going!
- Are you sure?

Would you do what I tell you?
Run!

Yes!