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Jane Doe.
No leads at all, no ID?

We're trying to reconstruct
what it is she said.

Coleman thinks he heard
"dirty fix sheet."

I heard "dirty sex."

A dead woman was found
down the street this morning.

A possible homicide,
no identification. Apparently
destitute, homeless.

- Got any money in the bank?
- Not much.

Couldn't happen to you, right?

For God's sake, they're gonna
dispose of the body,

and nobody will
ever know who she was.

Her name was not
Jane Doe number 37.

The woman had a name,
and I'm going to
find out what it is.

There are more opportunities
for women in police work
today than ever before.

And I'm not only talking
about career advancement.

Police work also offers
personal fulfillment,

which I can vouch for,
and a chance
to serve humankind.

Detective Cagney.

Anybody have any questions?

Anybody?

Come on, girls.

What is happening
in high schools today?

Can you believe the girls
they sent us to talk to?

I mean, like, "Well, do we
get to meet really neat guys

"and ride around
in a really super car?"

And like, "Are the uniforms
really baggy
or are they, like, sexy?"

"Oh, wow." What is that?

Isn't it you and me always
complaining there aren't
enough women on the force?

So if they don't send us
to recruit, who are they
going to send, Isbecki?

Perfect. Those bimbos
would love him.

Does this mean something,
Mary Beth?

I'm complaining
about the younger generation.

It means you're
thinking about it,

which means you are thinking
about your birthday.

- No, I'm...
- Which means you
are thinking about...

Is your father still
taking you to Montauk?

No. He's, uh,
going on a junket with his
cronies to Atlantic City.

- Oh, Chris, that's a drag.
- I--I don't care.

Well, come and have dinner
with me and the family.

No, but thanks anyway.

How about Stewart?
Can't he spring
for birthday dinner?

Mary Beth,
I just want to forget
my birthday this year, okay?

Okay. Sure. Of course,
there was this delicious
cashmere sweater

I saw at Bloomingdale's.
I thought it would look so...

- What color?
- You'll never know.

Wait a minute.

You want the Knicks
in how many points?

- Just seven.
- Just seven?

Petrie, you know
what a ganef is?

Is that one of those
subculture words, Lieutenant?

You go on down
to Delancey Street,
and they'll tell you.

In the meantime,
get the hell out of here,
will you?

- All right.
- I want to finish my lunch.

Cagney, Lacey, in here.

Oh, you don't wanna eat that,
sir. Remember your stomach.

Well, it's my stomach.
What are you, my mother?

No, sir.

A case. For us?

Does this mean we're
off the, uh,
recruiting detail?

No, you're
still on recruiting,
and you got this case.

Thank you, sir.

Jane Doe. What,
no ID, no leads at all?

Well, they found her body
over by the river
this morning.

A little old bag lady
with a rhinestone tiara.

See if you can establish
an ID so we can let
the next of kin know

and arrange
for disposal of the body.

Any indication of rape
or robbery?

Like I said,
she's a little old bag lady.

Probably one of her
fellow vagrants eighty-sixed
her for a pint of muscatel.

- She must have had a name.
- Probably a dozen names.

Look, go on over there,
ask some questions,
write it up.

I don't want you
taking too much time
away from recruiting.

Wait a minute.
Lieutenant, about this
recruiting business, I...

Christine.

This is top department
priority right now,
direct from Gracie Mansion.

Look, you wanna see the memos?

No, sir. Thank you, sir.
We'll look into the Jane Doe.

Come on, Chris. Come on.

What is the plan
on this Jane Doe?

So they walk by here a lot,
and we just sit and wait,
talk to some.

Oh, look at that.
I just saw her sister.
Look at this.

Look at the baby carriage.
Let's go.

Excuse me, ma'am,
can we have a word with you?

I know how to defend myself.

Don't mess with me!

We're police officers.

I ain't broken no laws.

I'm moving on.

- You wanna go after her?
- No. No, not a whole lot.

What can she tell us anyway?
Poor thing.

It's a shame, though,
isn't it, the way they live?

There,
but for the grace of God,
go you or I.

Not me, kid.

Anyway, you wanna start
with the corner bar?

Sure.

Take backup, will you?
I haven't got the energy.

Got it.

Hiya. Detective Lacey,
14th Squad.
This is Detective Cagney.

You mind if we ask you
a few questions?

What about?

A dead woman was found
down the street this morning.

A possible homicide,
no identification. Apparently
destitute, homeless.

You know anything about it?

Look, I let them come in here
and sleep now and then,

but I don't get involved
in their problems.

She wore, like,
a, um, uh, rhinestone tiara.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Mary Queen of Scots.

Would you be more comfortable
talking about this
at the stationhouse?

- 'Cause it doesn't
matter to me.
- Now, come on, come on.

- He's wising off.
- Give us a break here, fella.

Look, she told everybody
she was a descendant of
Mary Queen of Scots,

so that's what
they called her.

She was a little batty,
but no worse
than most of them.

She live anywhere?
A mission, resident hotel,
maybe with a friend.

Mostly the subway.

Check out the ladies' room
on the, uh, concourse level
of the Port Authority.

A lot of the ladies
use that facility.

Thank you.

- Appreciate your help.
- Don't mention it.

I told her,
you listen to Elsie
and button up and move on.

But she didn't listen
and went and got herself dead.
Serves her right.

You talked to her last night?

Hey, lady, look at me
when I'm talking to you.

Did you talk to her
last night?

I passed her
on the BMT platform
at Penn Station.

She says she was
going upstairs
to tell the police.

- She said she saw something
bad happen.
- What did she say she saw?

Went to the police?
Which precinct?

I told her, "Mary, don't you
be going to no police!"

She said she was going,
so I went downstairs to catch
the local to Brooklyn,

and old Mary
went and got herself dead.
Served her right!

- Did you say Penn Station,
the BMT line?
- Yeah.

33rd and 7th, that's us.

Here you are.

Enrique Hernandez,
William Norris,

Theo Dimitri, Ira Melnick,
Cleatus Jefferson.

That's it, there are no women.
What time did you get in
this morning, Lubin?

7:00 a.m.
You wanna talk to Coleman?
He's on nights this week.

Could you call him
and ask him to get in here
as fast as he can?

He's probably sleeping now.
He's not gonna appreciate it.

Just give him a call,
will you, Sergeant?

Hey, Isbecki, what time
did you get off last night?

The usual, 5:30.

Anybody from
the day shift stay late?

Yeah, why don't you check
with La Guardia?

He booked two hookers
just before shift change.

Thank you.

- Hey, Paul.
- Ladies.

La Guardia, Isbecki said
you got stuck
late here last night.

Unfortunately, two lovelies
were holding up traffic
on 8th Avenue.

Well, did a woman
come in here,
a derelict type?

Bag lady.

They come in here
all the time at night.
It's warm.

Wait a minute.

There was a real fruitcake
in here last night,
talked to Coleman.

Well, what did she say?

Nothing memorable
or even comprehensible
for that matter.

She'd had a bellyful,
was looking to get locked up.

- She give a name?
- Name.

Coleman said she was
Mary the Queen of Scots.

Fallen on hard times,
no doubt.

Harder than you think.

You don't remember
anything she said?

She was plastered.

Oh, come on, Coleman,
you must remember something.
Think.

I'm not very alert
in the morning.

It's 3:00 in the afternoon,
Coleman.

Yeah, where were
you at 4:00 a.m.?

Helping my son,
Michael, throw up.

The lady was mumbling
about something,

something about
dirty something.

Dirty? Dirty sex,
wasn't that it?

No, it was dirty...

Fix. Dirty fix sheet.

Maybe she ran numbers.

Anything else?

Red man. That's right,
red man off of somewhere.

Red man?

Pier. Off a pier.
Maybe an Indian on a pier.

I still think it was
dirty sex.

Come on, La Guardia,
you're booking
too many hookers.

Would somebody like to tell me
what the hell's going
on out here?

It's our Jane Doe, sir.

Before she DOA'd,
she showed up here.

She talked to La Guardia
and Coleman.

We're trying to reconstruct
what it is she said.

- Well, what'd she say?
- She was drunk, Lieutenant.

Coleman thinks
he heard "dirty fix sheet."

I heard "dirty sex."

- We both heard "red man."
- Yeah, off a pier.

Oh, wait a minute,
there was something else.

Hocus-pocus.
Do you remember that,
La Guardia?

That's right. Hocus-pocus.

What, have you people
been drinking or something?

No, Lieutenant, she was.
The bag lady.

Well, that's terrific.

In the meantime,
I would like to suggest
that we all get back to work.

Cagney and Lacey,
check with the Medical
Examiner's office,

see if they put
anything together.

La Guardia,
you're due in court
on that arraignment.

And Coleman, you...

You go back to bed.

Yes, sir.

Ladies, don't forget.

You're expected at City
College, 5:00 p.m., Room 317,

graduate employment seminar.

One week.

I'm giving him one week
and then he can go get
professional recruiters.

- You want me to skip the Latin?
- Yeah.

We just need time of death,
probable cause,

identifications of M.O.,
identity of the victim.

Oh, let's see.

She bought it
between 10:00 p.m.
and midnight last night.

"Cause of death,
massive cerebral hemorrhage

"brought on by blunt
instrument trauma,"
blah-blah-blah-blah-blah.

She got hit on the head?

Very hard. Judging from
the cranial fractures,

it was a lead pipe,
a tire iron
or maybe a gun butt.

- We didn't pick up
any fragments.
- Was she drunk?

Blood alcohol level.
Here we go, 0.10%.
Technically, yes.

She'd cop a DWI
if she was stopped
driving a car,

but she wasn't blind drunk.
Maybe a half bottle of wine.

How about a
physical description?

"Five feet,
four and a half inches,
97 pounds."

- That's all she weighed?
- What?

Well, there was all sorts
of evidence of malnutrition.

She was missing
some of her teeth.

-How old?
- Now, that's weird.

When I first laid her out,
I had her around 50,
maybe older.

But her organs and skin tone
showed she was much younger.

I'd make her around 35.

Thirty-five?

You age fast
when you live in the subways.

All right, can you help us
out at all on the ID?

Well, we took photos
and prints,

but if she doesn't
have a record, it's not
gonna go anywhere.

Clothing labels, possessions.

The clothes were all old,
without labels, indistinguishable.

"Personal property:
two subway tokens, 31 cents,

"a corkscrew,
a half-eaten candy bar,
an empty lipstick tube,

"a St. Anthony's medal
and a rhinestone tiara."

Okay, thanks. Send us the copy
of that report, could you,
Keppler?

You got it.

So, what happens to her,
the usual?

Yeah, if no one claims her
in 15 days,

we dump her in a city plot
and throw some dirt over her.

- Without a name?
- But she's got a name.

"Jane Doe number 37."

Thank you.

What?

Oh, I just
remembered something.

Can you do that City College
thing without me?

Oh, you're kidding me.

No, I'm sorry, I forgot
I had a dental appointment
that I made.

I forgot all about it.
I barely have time for a cab.

Right.

- So, will you cover for me?
- Right.

- I owe you one.
- Right.

Hey, keys.

Oh, right.

Excuse me.

The, uh, coffee's in the urn
and dinner's served at 6:00.

No, I need some information,
if you could help me.

As soon as I
finish setting up.

I'm a police officer,
14th Squad.

Is this gonna take long?

A woman was killed
around here late last...

Come here. Come with me.
Come with me.

I don't want any of them
to hear about it.

If they find out
one of them's been killed,
they'd get hysterical.

And I've got hundreds of women
just begging to sleep
on my floor.

Tell me something.

Why is it you people
only show up
after one of them gets killed?

We do what we can.

Don't we all?

The dead woman's name...

Well, she called herself
Mary Queen of Scot.

Did--Did you know her?

I'm sorry.
Can you tell me
anything about her?

Here, make yourself useful.

Get that pot of potatoes
and cut them
into small pieces.

Well, she used to come in here
now and then.

More then than now.

She said to me that she didn't
like to get handouts.

So I did what I could
for her, but...

You do this every day?

Yeah. Two meals a day
when I've got something
to feed them.

I used to have
beds in here, too,
until the city cut me down.

They said I wasn't up to code.

They'd rather see those ladies
sleeping in subways.

Apparently it's healthier.

Did she have any friends,
do you know?

No. These women
don't form friendships.

One tends to get
a little paranoid

when everything you own
goes into a couple
of shopping bags.

- No, honey,
make those slices smaller.
- Sorry.

- They gotta last
a couple of days.
- Okay.

Oh, would you get me
those carrots over there, please?

Yeah. There must
have been someone
that she would talk to.

A friend of some kind, huh?

Yeah, there was a man
she used to hang
around with...

- Here?
- Right there. That's good.

- ...called Maurice.
- Maurice?

Fiftyish. Short little
man with a stubble.

Hit the sauce a lot.

Well, where can I find him?

Oh, I don't know.
I haven't seen him in weeks.

Can't you tell me
anything about her?

I mean, the woman had
a real name. She must have
come from somewhere.

- What, is that funny?
- Oh, no, it's just...

Probably East Podunk.

I mean, a typical woman

comes to New York
looking for work
or excitement or whatever.

She gets a job,
she loses a job.

She falls a couple of months
behind in rent,

so they throw her
out of her apartment.

And she puts all of her things
in a subway locker.

And she sleeps on the train
one night,

two nights,
maybe three nights.

Before she knows it,
it's a way of life.

You'd be amazed
how many of them
there are out there.

A lot of them started out
just like you, pretty,
middle-class ladies.

You married, honey?

- Got any money in the bank?
- Not much.

Couldn't happen to you, right?

Of course not.
It always happens
to somebody else.

It's funny.

You start off being
queen of the senior prom,

and you wind up
being queen of the BMT.

You take it out of the oven
when the top is light brown.

Light brown means light brown,
Harv, as opposed
to dark brown.

Honey, if you overcook
my lasagna,
you're gonna wear it.

All right, I gotta go.
I'll talk to you in a while.

How's the tooth?

Much better. Thank you.

How was City College?

Oh, you would have loved it.

They wanted to know all about
early retirement
and pension benefits.

One girl asked me,
did she have to pay

her parking tickets
if she joins the force?

Listen, do you
want to come home
and eat lasagna with us?

It ought to be pretty good
if Harvey doesn't
worry it to death.

Oh, no, thanks.
I'm gonna just do
some work tonight.

Do you need me to stay?

No, I want you to go home.
You sound awful.

Go to bed,
you take the pasta with you.

And if there's any left,
you bring me some tomorrow.

All right. Are you sure?

Yes, it's much better
the second day, much.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay. Love to Harvey
and the kids.

Nippy out there this morning,
isn't it?

Yeah.

I hate to send my boys down
in weather like this.

You want some of this?

- No, thanks.
- You sure?

No, it's okay.

Regulations permit a sip
of medicinal brandy
when you're diving.

If they don't find something
pretty soon, I'm gonna
bring them up.

Maybe the body drifted,
you know.

How long have you been
diving for stiffs, Detective?

Yes, Captain. Yeah,
we'll make sure they get
all the paperwork. Right.

Benny Bartelli,
smalltime mob boss
from Brooklyn.

He was handcuffed
with two slugs in his head.

Positive ID?

Oh, yeah. Organized Crime
Control Bureau's got
a whole book on this guy.

- So, can we get right on it?
- Nope.

Well, what do you mean, sir?
It was Chris who
turned up the body.

Come on, Lieutenant,
it's our case.

It was your case, not anymore.
You can go back
to recruiting now.

Organized Crime's
got jurisdiction over
all gang-related cases.

What about Jane Doe?
She's not involved
with the mob.

Yeah, well, they're
operating on a theory that
the two cases are connected.

You see, she witnessed
a dumping, right?

So, presumably, the same guy
who killed Bartelli

came back to get her
to keep her from talking.

- Sound plausible?
- Yes, sir.

Okay, Cagney,
you've gotta get up
to OCCB sometime today

and, uh,
turn over your case file.

The investigating officer's
name is Travis,
Gilbert Travis.

It isn't fair, sir.

Since when is life fair,
huh, Lacey?

But I tell you,
I've got some
terrific news for you.

I got a phone call today
from Community Affairs,

and they love the job
you've been doing
in recruiting.

Well, I'm glad somebody's
getting a bang out of it.

Matter of fact,
they've been trying
to clear funds

for, uh, some kind of
a TV commercial.

You know, a "Join the force,
see the world,"
kind of a thing.

And today, finally,
authorization came through,

and guess who they have chosen
to star in it?

The both of youse.

Us?

No.

What'd you get?

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Something to drink?
White wine, mineral water?

No, thank you.

Terrific look, just terrific.

You understand
that we've never done
this type of thing before.

Nothing to worry about.
All you have to do
is act natural.

Well, we're not actors,
we're police officers.

That's just what I want,
real people.

I wanna give this spot
the feel of the streets.

Well, we know streets.
We can give you streets.

Precisely. You'll be
coming from your gut.

Motivation, dimension,
with a patina
of realism over the glitz.

Look, could we just do
whatever it is you do?

I'm kind of pressed for time.

Sure, sure. You know...

I was afraid they were gonna
send me a couple of blonde
beach bunnies,

straight from Malibu.

But you two, you've got
the "girl on the subway" look,

real, down-to-earth,
and not overly good-looking.

You mean it? It's us.

Did Chris come in?

Hey, isn't that Loretta Lacey,
the movie star?

She looks even better
in person than she does
on the screen.

Have you seen
her latest picture,
Gentlemen Prefer Cops?

Fabulous, fabulous.
I'm going to
get her autograph.

Miss Lacey, would you
sign my rap sheet?

Knock it off.

- Temperamental, isn't she?
- I should say so.

Hurray for Hollywood.

Hollywood.

Jealous. Jealous. Jealous.

- Detective Lacey, 14th Squad.
- Hi.

Hiya.

- What happened at OCCB?
- Nothing.

I turned over my case file
and they thanked me.

- Anything on our Jane Doe?
- Nope.

As soon as I told them

she probably had nothing to do
with Bartelli,

they just tuned out
on everything else
I had to say.

Well, that stinks.

I thought so.

Listen, will you tell Samuels
I went straight home
after OCCB?

Say I went away
for the weekend.

Is that what I'm saying
or is that what you're doing?

Well, you just have a nice one
with Harvey and the boys.

All right, Chris,
about your birthday...

Mary Beth,
you promised to stop it.

I broke down. I went to
Bloomingdale's anyway.

The sweater is
buttercup yellow
with covered buttons.

- Mary Beth...
- Happy birthday.

Thank you.

What did you do, Maurice?
Knock over a parking meter?

$0.90, $0.95, $1.10, $1.20...

One, two, three,
four and five.

Give me a shot
of your good Scotch.

- What'll it be?
- Beer.

You again. Look, I told you
everything I knew.

I'm looking for a guy
named Maurice.

Can you help me?

The hat?

Thank you.

Maurice?

Can't you let a man
have a drink in peace?

I heard you knew Mary.

I don't mind telling you,
I am fed up to here
with you people.

Got no social graces.

Come around here
like a locust
asking questions.

- No manners. I hate cops.
- I'm not a cop.

Glad to hear it.

They don't even
have the decency
to buy you a drink.

You're kidding.

That's awful.
Could we have a drink
over here, please?

And just keep the bottle.

Mary was my aunt and I'm
trying to find out
what happened to her.

From Springfield?

Yes, that's right.

Shame about Mary.

Should've kept her mouth shut.

- Here you go.
- I can tell.

You've been brought up right.

Thank you.

When was the last time
you saw Mary?

The night she got killed.

It was right after
she went to the cops.

They wouldn't listen
to her so she told me.

What'd she tell you?

I didn't tell the cops this

because they don't
have no manners.

- That's what I've heard.
- Yeah.

But, uh, she saw
what was written on the truck.

What do you mean?

Pandora Trucking Inc.

Ho-Ho-Kus, New Jersey.

I love that word, Ho-Ho-Kus.

Sounds like Pocahontas, yeah?

Yeah.

What else did she tell you?

Nothing.

Just that she was scared

and was gonna head
for Port Authority where
there are people around.

Maurice, let me give you
my home phone number.

All right?

I want you to call me
if you remember anything
more about that night.

You call me day or night,
okay? I'm gonna
put it right up here.

There it is.

I'm glad Mary had a friend.

That bottle is nearly
half gone already, isn't it?

The trucking company
is in Ho-Ho-Kus.

Hocus-pocus,
Pocahontas, get it?

Forget it. Can you just run it
through your computer?

The operator
already went home.

In fact, you're lucky you
caught me here. I'm usually
long gone by this hour.

But they could be
watching the bar.
They could get Maurice.

The longer we wait on this,
the easier it's gonna be
for them to bury it.

I don't think you understand
how we operate this unit.

This isn't the SWAT team.
We like to move
carefully here.

You've already got
two murders here.

Do you know how many
mob murders there are
in the city every year?

Would you at least follow up
on the identification
of Jane Doe?

All right. How do you propose
I do that?

You call up the Springfield,
Pennsylvania Police Department

and find out if there's
a Missing Persons file on her.

Okay, we'll look into it.

- Springfield, you say?
- Yeah.

I better hurry. I'm gonna miss
that last express to Conark.

- When?
- 10:23.

No, I mean,
when are you gonna
check on Springfield?

It's gonna take some time.

For God's sake, they're gonna
dispose of the body,

and nobody will
ever know who she was.

There was no material evidence
on the body.

You aren't even gonna check
on the Springfield tip,
are you?

Sure we are, I'll let you know
if we come up with something.
Okay?

Don't bother.

What time is it?

12:12.

Who visits at this hour, huh?

It's probably 4B, drunk again.

Razudo, if that's who it is
I'm gonna kill him.

That's what I'm gonna do,
I'm gonna kill him.

All right. All right.

It's Chris.

Champagne.

Do you have any idea
what time it is?

I wanna drink champagne.

You'll notice that we're
drinking this fine
French champagne

out of tacky plastic
American cups.

Well, we got
good glasses here.

That is because
all of my crystal
has been smashed to pieces,

the Irish crystal
that my mother left me.

Chris, would you
please tell me
what's going on?

It's my birthday.

My father, uh, stood me up.
Stewart is off
God-knows-where.

You and I are stuck
on that lousy recruiting
assignment which I hate.

And my loft was just
completely trashed.

So, who says you can't
have it all? Cheers.

Oh, Chris, your loft?
The crystal in your loft?

How could they do that?
You're a cop for God's sake.
Don't they know you're a cop?

They took, um,
the pictures of my parents
when they were still together

and cut them all up.

They took knives
and slashed all of my couches.

They threw ketchup
all over everything,
my clothes, my...

The note said, "Back off!"

Do you love it?

I'm telling you, Mary Beth,
I'm gonna nail those bastards.

Sure, that's it, Chris.
You get angry...

Now, wait, don't talk
nonsense here.
You're scaring me now.

You let OCCB handle that,
that's what they get paid for.

OCCB, what, like they care!

What about Mary?
Do you think OCCB
cares about her?

Hell, no.

Harvey, uh, this woman died
weighing 97 pounds.

She was Mary Beth's
and my age.

Now, you tell me
how this happened.

She died. No family,
no friends,

and her entire life
ended up in a shopping bag.

Well, Chris, it happens.
It happens in life.

It could happen
to any one of us.

Not to me!

I don't know.
She just died so alone
and no one...

We all of us die alone,
Christine.

But we die with a name.

Her name was not
Jane Doe number 37.

The woman had a name,
and I'm going to
find out what it is.

Yeah.

Mary Queen of Scots.

As you can see,
police work is rewarding
and fulfilling.

- Uh, it affords a
professional opportunity...
- Cut!

That's not quite it, honey.

I don't want you to be
looking there when you're
saying your lines.

Where am I
supposed to be looking?

You're supposed to be looking
at the camera.

But you said the bad guys
were over there.

The bad guys are over there,
but I need you to look
at the camera.

Right.

Okay! Let's do it again.

We're doing it again.

Uh...

Cut!

As you can see,
police work is rewarding
and fulfilling.

The department offers
training programs
in criminology and...

- Community relations.
- Cut!

I know it.
Community relations.

Terrific!

As you can see,
police work is exciting
and fulfilling.

And...

Cut!

Community
relations. To top it off,
there's training programs...

- Cut!
- What?

Cut!

There's never been
a better time
for women to join the force.

You can continue

with your education
while serving

in the NPYD.

Cut.

NYPD.

Suppose we take a break, okay?

I'm sorry.

I never felt so stupid
in my entire life.

That's all right.
This is a very
stupid business.

I'd be worried about you
if you didn't.

He's terribly
disappointed with me.

Would you hold this
for me, please?

Do you care if he's
disappointed? Come on.

I...

Hey, Cagney.

New career?

Look, I'm kind of busy.

I just thought you'd
like to know that your
lead panned out.

It led us
to Pandora Trucking,

a front operated by
a wise guy from Queens.

We think we know
who the trigger man was.

- Terrific.
- Wait a minute.

I'm going out to make the
collar now. You want to come?

You don't need me.

I don't suppose we do,
but I thought you might
like to be in on it.

Sorry, Mary Beth.

- Christine!
- I owe you two.

What?

Where's she going?
She can't leave.

She just did, sir.

Bronson, Cagney.
Cagney, Bronson.

- Hi.
- Any movement in there?

- No, sir.
- Better send a man
around back.

Sweeney, around back.

All right, let's go.
Stay close to me.

- Open up! Police!
-Mummy.

- I hear someone.
- Mummy.

Kravick, we have
the house surrounded!

Open the door slowly

and come out with your hands
high in the air!

Do you hear me?

You want to bust it down?

He's not here.
I don't know where he is.

You'll have to open up, ma'am.

I'll get the teargas.

No, wait a minute! Come on,
there's a baby in there.

She's right. Bust it.

He's not here. I swear it.

Search it.

- Where is he?
- I don't know.

He went out last night,
he didn't come home.

- Did he take his car with him?
- Yes.

Is that it in the driveway?

Yes.

Oh, my God.

Victor. Oh, my God!
No, Victor!

Oh, no, no, no! Oh, no!

Lacey.

Please.

Sit down.

Go ahead. Sit down, please.

How's your cold?

Oh, it's nothing, sir.
It's probably just stardust.

I'm gonna give this
to you straight.

What?

Sometimes, uh, things
just don't work out.

You know what I mean?

Sir?

Sometimes things are
entirely outside
of our control.

Could we get
to the point, sir?

I just got a phone call
from Community Relations.

They're firing you and Cagney
off of the commercial.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

What, are you happy?

Well, sir, I...

I got no business
being an actress.

Well, matter of fact,
they're, uh, hiring
a couple of real ones.

So they--they probably
got some

blonde beach bunnies
off of Malibu, right?

Probably, yeah. Yeah.

Well, that's show business.

If you say so, sir.

- Take care of your cold,
Lacey.
- Yes, sir.

Hey, Officer Cagney,
guess what?

Chris, we got fired
off of that commercial.

Are you glad?

Oh, yeah, that's great.

So, did you go out there
on that collar with them?

- Yeah.
- And?

And I wish I hadn't.

Detective Lacey, 14th.

Yeah, hold on.

Chris, it's that records clerk
from Springfield. On three.

Detective Cagney.

Yes, that's right.

Okay.

All right,
thank you very much.

Yeah, I will
have that verified
and I'll get back to you.

What is that?

"Mary Dunston, age 34,
disappeared April 7, 1977."

- Is that her?
- Probably.

"Married and two children."

So, she had a husband,
she had a family.

Hey, are you crying?

No.

What're you...

Pull yourself together.
Come on. Take this.
What're you crying for?

Hell, nobody else is.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

I'm fine.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

Give me that, please.

Hello, Keppler?
Yeah, this is Cagney,
14th Squad.

Listen, I think
I have the name
for the Jane Doe number 37.

You got a pencil?

I'll hold.

Right.

Hey, guys, it's my birthday.

Who's gonna buy me a drink?