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There is nothing significant
about a skinny, young girl

taking her clothes off
in front of
a lot of strangers.

You think this is garbage?

Wait till you see what
a defense attorney would
do to you.

You heard any good
rape jokes lately?

Was it
something that I'd done?

Had I led him on?

I'm not wasting time
feeling guilty, Mary Beth.

- I'm gonna nail him.
- So how come when
Rhett Butler throws
Scarlett down on the bed,

that's romance,

but when some poor slob
does it, that's rape?

If you don't
know the difference
between rape and romance,

then you've got
a serious problem.

Mercy!

...birthday.

Hey, guys.

Mercy!

Why don't you ask
her out on a date,
you old dog, you?

I think she can teach you
a few new tricks, La Guardia.

Hey, at your age,
you probably forgot
what to do, right?

Listen, I may be--
I may be a year older,

but I'm not dead yet.

Hey, listen, if you
ever need a refresher
course, come talk to me.

They don't call me
the professor of love
for nothing.

Oh, yeah,
like they say,
"Those who can, do."

"Those who can't, teach."

You left early,
you missed the best part.

Well,
it makes me uncomfortable.

Really, why?

Oh, come on, Mary Beth,
it's all in fun.

She wasn't upset by it.
Why should you be?

Besides,
I think you're missing
something very significant.

I'm sorry, Christine,

but there is
nothing significant
about a skinny, young girl

taking her clothes off
in front of
a lot of strangers.

That's sad and degrading

and not something
I want to be a part of.

She didn't find it
degrading, Mary Beth.

Don't you see? A year
ago they wouldn't have
invited us to anything,

much less a striptease.
Today they did.

I don't even
think they realize it,
but they're finally
accepting us as one of them.

Never one of my major goals,
Christine.

Got a request
for a lady cop.
You two know any?

Two.

Yeah, well,
the victim's in
the interview room.

Carole Mitchell,
age 32, a little bit hostile,

insists on speaking
only to a female cop.

There you go.

Sit down.

Please.

Well,
you two seem
human enough.

I beg your pardon?

I'm begging your pardon.

I don't want to start
off on the wrong foot,
but, you know,

this is hard
for me to talk about.

We understand,
believe me.

Why don't you sit down,

take a deep breath and just
start at the beginning?

All right.

I was raped.

I'm sorry.

Can you tell us
where it happened?

In my apartment.

He broke in?

No, I was...

I was...

You let him in?

I was on a date with him.

Oh.

How did I know that
you would say, "Oh"?

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean
anything by it.

It's okay.
You know, it gets worse.

I met him
at a singles bar,
had a drink with him.

In fact,
I even ordered
the second round.

Then we went
back to my apartment,
we had another drink.

I even let
the guy kiss me.

What do you two ladies
think about that?

We don't think anything.

Can you tell us
what happened then?

He wanted to go to bed.

Only, I don't know...

There was just
something weird about...

You know,
the guy was creepy.

And I mean,
I told him no.

I said, you know...
I asked him to leave
and he just got crazy.

How do you mean crazy?

He started
shouting and screaming.

He comes up with
this old story, you know,

"You can't say no to me
after you got me
all worked up like this."

And then he just beat...

Just beat me up very badly.

Then he raped me.

He beat you?

My face, my arms, my neck.

It's all faded now.

How long ago
did this happen?

Two weeks.

Why did you wait
so long to report it?

Why?

Because I heard
how insensitive cops are.

That's why. This is not
my favorite thing to do,
you know?

We understand that,
Miss Mitchell.

I mean, I tried.

At first,
I told myself
the best thing to do

is just try and
forget about it.

And now?

The guy called me
again yesterday.

Asked me out again
like nothing had happened,

and when I told him
to leave me alone,

he starts screaming
like before.

I mean, this--this man is
a lunatic, and I'm scared.

He's gonna hurt me again,
I know it.

Can you stop him?
Can you arrest him?

Yes, ma'am.
If you will sign a complaint.

His name is Ed Ravenswood.

He told me he sings at
the New World City Opera.

He said he's a baritone.
He told me that.

Hey,
what did she want?

Come on, I've got
a bet with Isbecki.

I say it was rape.
He says non-support
or battered wife.

Can I see that?

Well, what kind
of case is it?

She was raped.

I'm gonna run
his name through BCI.

She knows his name?

Well, she was
on a date with him.

Picked him up at a bar
and took him home.

You know what this
smells like to me?

A one-night stand
that never called back.

Sure, chick gets upset,
turns him in to
the cops to get revenge.

Classic "woman scorned"
and all that.

Paul,
the woman was raped.

Read your penal code.

Sexual intercourse
without consent.

Hey,
don't be so literal.

What do you
think us guys are,
mind readers or something?

What do you mean?

Women always say no,
sometimes they mean yes.

Usually they mean maybe.
Am I wrong?

I think you're
over-generalizing.

I think the man knows
what he's talking about,
all right?

You know who Thelma's
favorite hero of all time is?

Rhett Butler.
"So romantic," she said.

So how come when
Rhett Butler throws
Scarlett down on the bed,

that's romance,

but when some poor slob
does it, that's rape?

With respect, sir,

if you don't
know the difference
between rape and romance,

then you've got
a serious problem.

It's that time of
the month or what?

Two camels, one elephant

and sufficiency
of the usual chazerei.

Perfecto.

Well, on the 30th then.

And all that jazz.

We're doing Aida.
Mucho boring.

The hoi polloi eat it up.

Anyway, sorry to keep
you hanging, Officer.

Detective Lacey.

I'm investigating
a rape charge.

Ah, our favorite diva
is molesting the tenors again?

Or knowing her tastes,
perhaps,
something a bit more outre?

Mr. Richards, I'm sorry
if you find this funny.

I do not.

A young woman was raped
by one of your performers.

The man's name
is Ed Ravenswood.

Ed Ravenswood?

My dear,
Ed Ravenswood
does not work here,

has never worked here.

But I, uh, do know
where you can find him.

How do you like
the cologne?

On someone else.

Sorry, Victor,
you set me up. Wait.

What about
basses and tenors?

Okay,
thanks for your help.

He's not a member of any
of the performers' unions.

Skip it, forget it.

What, they never heard
of him at the City Opera?

No, they've heard of him, uh,
full name Edgar Ravenswood.

So he sings there?

No, they sing him there.

He's the hero
of some opera.

It's Lucia di Lammermoor.

He's a married guy,
he has to be.

All married men on
the make use an alias.

Isn't that right,
Petrie?

What...

Don't look at me.
I wouldn't know.

Just being
hypothetical.

Well,
it's not at all unreasonable

in light of the new
Canfield report on
male sexuality.

This is
a flakey case.

You still think you have
a crime here, Christine?

I don't know.
I haven't heard him sing yet.

Would you knock it off?

Okay?

I'm going home.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Excuse me.

Mary Beth.

A woman has been
hurt out there,

or maybe you're so
busy yukking it up

with the guys that
you forgot about that.

No, I remember.

Well, I was
beginning to wonder.

Is it possible
you could lighten up a little?

Yeah, sure.

You heard any good
rape jokes lately?

Mary Beth, please.

I know people
get hurt every day.

Some of the stuff we see,

if we took it in without
some kind of a filter,

I think it would just
make us a little crazy.

So, sometimes I laugh.
That's what I do.

Well,
there's things
I don't laugh.

And that's fine.

That's my way,
that's what I do.

Okay?

I don't know.
I'll think it over.

Have you got
any hand lotion?

Yeah.

Ladies,
La Guardia's
niece is here.

You are not gonna
wanna miss this.

La Guardia's niece?

Oh, yeah.

- That's the stuff
that works, right?
- Yeah.

- Never fails?
- No, never fails.
Not at all.

- You serious?
- Yeah.

What do you think,
ladies, huh?

Is this man
irresistible to
the female gender?

What?
You got a date?

Yeah, La Guardia
traded me three night shifts

if I'd show
his niece around town.

Really looks good.

You know, Ronni
is gonna love you.

You do, Isbecki,
you look good.

Well,
I hate blind dates.

Now, tell me again.

She's a very
distant relative?

Victor, I promise you,

Ronni doesn't look
anything like me.

Oh, no.
Trust me, I have seen her.

Uncle Paul?

Ronni.

You look lovely.

Thank you.

Mary Beth Lacey.

Hello.

-
Chris Cagney.
- Hi, Ronni.

Mark Petrie.

The Lieutenant, you know.

And this
is Victor Isbecki.

How do you do, Victor?

Uncle Paul has told me
so much about you.

It's, uh, it's really good
meeting you, Ronni.

But he never mentioned
how good-looking you were.

You're pretty
attractive yourself.

I can tell
this is going to be
an evening to remember.

Me, too.
Why not get out of here?

I thought maybe
we'd start with some drinks.

It's nice to
have met you,
Ronni.

I hope you like French food.

French is my favorite.

Enjoy yourselves.

What?

What?

Did you see
the look on his face?

The man is in love.

Either that
or he's in lust.

Well, she seemed like
a very nice girl to me.

You should see his
Raquel Welch impersonation.

What?

Ronni is Ronald.
He's a female impersonator.

Yeah. I'll hold.

So, Victor,
how was your date?

I'm gonna get you
for this, La Guardia.

I promise.

Hey,
don't be mad at me.

It was
the Lieutenant's idea.

Samuels, huh?

Well, I guess
I owe him one.

So, uh, when did
you find out, Isbecki?

I don't want
to talk about it.

Come on, tell us.
When'd you find out?

After dinner,
he invited me home
to meet his wife and kids.

Yes, uh, do you show
a listing of--of AGMA
members by physical type?

Yeah, height and weight,
age range, coloring, all that.

Yes.

A directory, yes.
Yes, thank you.

Good morning.

- Good morning.
-Good morning.

I just wanted to say, Isbecki,
that I think

you and Ronni make
a perfectly beautiful couple.

Thanks, Cagney.

Actually, she reminded me
a lot of you,

but I do think
you make the better man.

Good one, Isbecki.

Aw, thank you, Victor.

But really,
you give me way
too much credit.

Around here
I don't have that
much competition.

Oh, come on, Victor.

You're not really mad,
are you?

- We were just kidding.
- Me? Why would I be mad?

Oops.

- Good morning, Mary Beth.
- Morning.

Can I talk to you?

In the john.

I'm waiting on
a phone call here.

Okay.

I went by Carole Mitchell's
bar last night.

And?

And the bartender
doesn't remember
our Mr. Ravenswood.

Isbecki, you wanna
get out of here?

Yeah, I'm just
getting some coffee.

How long
could it take?

Anyway,
he doesn't remember...

What?
You want to hear this?

Well, come on.
How about all of you?

The bartender
doesn't remember our guy,

but he does remember
Carole Mitchell.

He said she goes
into the bar a lot.

In fact,
sometimes she even
takes a guy home with her.

What a surprise.

And here I was thinking
she was a vestal virgin.

We called them round heels
when I was in high school.

Every school had one.

We had one
with big legs
and a moustache.

So what? All cats
are gray in the dark.

Thank you, gentlemen,

for the view
from the gutter.

Excuse me.

See?

That's why I wanted to
talk to you in the bathroom.

Sensitive of you,
Christine.

That's perfect, right there.

You got it.
You got it.

Tell the truth,
Harv.

You think
I'm making a big deal?

No, I understand
why you're upset.

I mean, the guys,
they all sound like
a bunch of jerks.

Yeah.
And Christine?

Um...

You do. You think
I'm making a big deal.

Come on, huh?
I mean, a little humor, huh?

Maybe it's not
in the best of taste,
but it cuts the tension.

How does it
hurt anybody?

I don't know.

It's like it
makes us all less...

Less to each other.

Maybe you have to
be sometimes, huh?

It's a tough job
you got.

Now see, you're saying
exactly the same thing

that Christine
said to me.

So, maybe
she's got a point.

Why don't you just
call it a difference of
opinion and live with it?

I don't know, Harv,
because I can't...

- I have to say
what I believe in, don't I?
- Sure.

I can't just bite my tongue
if--if something bothers me.

That's okay,
but just don't make
everybody else the bad guy

because they
don't see everything
exactly the way you do.

Harv, how come
every time I ask you

to tell the truth,
you tell the truth?

You never
take my side.

Okay, okay.
From now on I'm just
gonna take your side.

- Fine.
- All right.

I'll take this side,
right here.

Cut it out, Harv.

And then I'm
gonna take this side.

I told you
a thousand times,

don't tickle me
if you don't mean it.

Oh, I mean it.
I mean it.

Croissants.

Oh, from Michel's.

I'm sorry
if I've been a pain.

It's no big deal.
You want some of these?

No, I got donuts
from Mel's.

Well, today is the day.
It's all set up.

What?

I completely forgot.

I've got
appointments
all afternoon.

You find a way.
We're all counting on you.

- Excuse me, sir.
- Mmm-hmm?

Lieutenant Berwick's
office called.

They want to
meet with you.

He suggested lunch
at Luigi's, 12:30.

Internal Affairs.

What did I do
to deserve this?

What do you got there,
Cagney?

Croissants.

Jelly donut?

Yeah,
give me one of those.

Thanks. Jeez.

They're sticky.

Why don't you
get some fresh ones?

Okay, 12:45.
Do not forget.

What is going on?

May I see you in
the conference room?

Isbecki's getting back
at Samuels for the Ronni joke.

How's that?

The Berwick thing,
it's all a setup.

I'm supposed to
call the restaurant,

leave a message
that the meeting
has been canceled.

That's kind
of a dumb joke.

Yeah, except that
Isbecki has a lady
who's gonna put some moves

on the Lieutenant
while he's waiting.

A lady,
you mean an actress?

You mean a hooker.

She doesn't
look like a hooker.

I mean, this is
a great morale builder

for the Lieutenant.

He'll really think
he's hot stuff.

You're upset again.

It's a practical joke
to pay him back.

I get the picture.

I mean,
nothing's gonna happen.

The Lieutenant can
spot a hooker a mile away.

He'll get a kick out of it.

- Sure.
-
Lacey. Telephone.

Yeah.

Okay, we're on our way.

The 53rd has got
a guy in custody

confessing to
a whole string of rapes.

- Come on.
- Do you think...

Do you think
he's involved
with Carole Mitchell?

Do I know?
Let's go find out.

Is something the matter?

Uh, no.

No, it's okay.
Let's go check it out.

I'll let you have
Parker's mug shots
to show your victim,

but I don't
think he's your boy.

The physical description
sounded pretty close.

Yeah,
but not the M.O.

Parker likes to do it
in alleys, you know.

He likes to
humiliate his victims.

Oh, I see.

As opposed
to raping them
in their own homes,

which is not humiliating.

Well, excuse me.
I thought you were a cop,

not some Gloria Steinem.

Hey,
can I use your phone?

Yeah, go ahead.

Yeah. Hi. Would you page
Lieutenant Samuels for me, please?

No,
I just wanna
leave a message.

Yeah, would you tell him
the meeting has been canceled?

No reschedule,
the matter has
been resolved.

Yeah, that's it.
Okay, thank you.

Uh, thank you.

We're gonna be
seeing the victim
late this afternoon,

so we'll see what
she makes of it.

- Thank you.
- Regards to the wife.

Why?

I want to ask
the Lieutenant
his opinion.

No, what you want
is for him to tell us
to get off this case.

What is with you?

I want to run
it by him, okay?

Look,
if you're going in there,

find out what you can, okay?

What are you
talking about?

Look, he just came back
from the restaurant
whistling.

All right, fine.

The theme
from Gone with the Wind.

Good.

So, Mary Beth, you want
to listen to this or not?

All right,
as long as you don't go
in there and poison the well.

Excuse me,
Lieutenant.

Could we talk to
you for a minute?

We need
your opinion
about a case.

Hey,
I must be living right.

Sir?

Well, first of all
I meet this very charming
young lady in a restaurant,

then I dodge
a bullet from IAD,

and finally my two
favorite detectives
are asking for my opinion.

Go ahead,
sit down, sit down.

Thank you.

It's about
Carole Mitchell.

Oh, yeah,
the date rape.

Yes, sir.

I think we're up
against a dead end.

What we're
trying to figure out

is what we should do next, sir.

Well,
you want my advice?

Don't knock
yourselves out.

Sir?

Well, even assuming,
for argument's sake,

that you got a case here,

it's a waste of time
looking for the perp.

There is no
conviction percentage.

No jury is gonna buy
a woman going out on
a date with a guy

and then hollering, "Rape."

I think that some
juries might, sir.

What about
a jury of her peers?

You mean women?
Oh, be realistic,
will you, Lacey?

In my experience,
women are even
harder than men.

Anything else?

No, sir.

If you don't
get a lead on
this pretty quick,

I'm gonna want you to
put it on the backburner.

Because you got
other more pressing
things you could be pursuing.

You got it?

I did not
influence him.

No.

I just wanted to
check some things out.

To be honest with you,
I wanted to find out
how far off base I was.

Hey, Chris,
you don't believe her?

You don't think
that it was rape?

Hey!

Mary Beth, listen to me.

This is not something
that I could say
in front of the guys.

I go out a lot.
You know that.

I also say no a lot.

Oh, yeah?
Well, my goodness.

The point is,
when I say no,

they get that I mean no.

Chris,
I can't believe
that you said that.

What did I say?

What?
Since you've
never been raped,

that means that--that
Carole Mitchell

could not possibly
have been raped, either.

That isn't what I meant.
You know it.

Well, you've never
been murdered, okay.

So I can show you
several hundred
people every year

who are not so lucky.

Please.
Mary Beth, I'm not
gonna fight with you.

All right, we will
take these pictures
over to Carole Mitchell.

We will see what
she wants to do,

and then we will
take it from there.

No. No, it's not this guy.

- You sure?
- Yes, I'm sure.

And he's never
bothered you again?

Uh-huh.

Miss Mitchell,

these are resume photos
and publicity stills

from the New World
City Opera Company.

You wanna look
at them, please,

and call us as
soon as you can?

And what if
he isn't in here?

Well, then we'll,
uh, keep looking.

Where?

To tell you the truth,
the chances then

would be
pretty slim
that we'd find him.

It breaks your heart,
doesn't it?

Look, I'm not
gonna lie to you.

Even if we do find him,
we'll have a hell of
a time convicting him.

I'm really
looking forward
to talking to you.

Last night was great.
Let's do it again, soon.

Look at you two.

Standing there so
busy judging me, huh?

Because I pick up
guys in a bar?

No, ma'am.

Where else am I supposed
to meet someone?

You know, I work in
an office with three women.

What am I supposed to do?

Sit home
and wait for Prince Charming
to come knocking at my door?

I think that
you could be more careful.

No.

What you really think
is that I'm a tramp

and I don't have
the right to say no.

That's not true,
Miss Mitchell.

I thought women cops
would be different,

but, you know, they're not.

Just pigs in dresses.

You wait just one
damn minute here.

We're trying
to help you here.

Don't bother.
I don't need
this garbage.

Lady, you think
this is garbage?

Wait till you see what
a defense attorney would
do to you.

I'm not going to give
him the chance, see.
I don't care.

Let's just drop
the whole thing right here.

Let's just forget it.

Miss Mitchell,
we want to find
this man as much as you do.

No, you don't.

Get out.
Just leave me alone.

Go on. Get out.

Go on.

Ma'am.

That's one
tough cookie.

You're right.
She should be
more careful.

Do you think that
she was giving that guy
mixed signals before?

Whatever happened before
it seems to be over now.

She'll be okay.

Yeah.

So, we close it out.

Victim's unwilling
to press charges.

Yeah.

Wouldn't screw up our
conviction record, either.

Right.

Closing out
the date rape, huh?

Just like I said,
more date than rape, right?

No.

She's leaving town.

Traumatized.

Oh.

I get another
cheap laugh.

Right.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir,
no donuts this morning.

Oh, that's all right.
I'm on a diet.

Whatever you do,
I hope you're not going

for that
high-protein propaganda.

Lipid levels
and triglycerides,

it's the worst.

Unrefined carbohydrates
and vegetables,

that's the way to go.

You do look very nice
this morning, sir.

You're very dressed up.

Oh, yeah?

Lois,
that's the woman that I met

at the restaurant
the other day,

we're going out
together again tonight.

Oh.

Lacey, do you think
she'd like the opera?

The opera, sir?

Oh, I don't like the opera
much myself.

It's just that
I thought it would
make a good impression.

So, you think
you could call
the--the guy

you're talking to
over there at the opera

and get me
some good seats?

Well, sir,
I don't know that
that's a good idea, sir.

Oh, no, no.
I don't mean that I want

any freebies or
anything like that.

No, no.
I'll pay whatever it takes.

It's just
that I want to make
sure I get good seats.

I would appreciate it.

La Guardia, so, come on,
talk to me about the diet.

What do you think,
I should cut out toast?

No, toast is fine.
Cut out sugars and fats.

Sugar and fats.

Can you believe this?

He's taking a hooker
to the opera.

As long as she
doesn't charge
by the act.

Guys, I don't think
it's funny, all right.

I don't think
this is funny at all.

I think the joke
should be called off.

Sure, Mary Beth.

Do you wanna go in there
and tell the Lieutenant

that he's fallen
for a prostitute?

I think somebody should.

Not me.

Just a minute, please.

It's for you, Mary Beth.
On two.

Thank you.

Detective Lacey. One.

No.

Oh, my God.

Neighbor found her.
She's lucky she's alive.

What's the prognosis?

You mean, will she survive?

I don't know. I think so.

Will she come
out of the coma?

I don't know. I hope so.

When?
In her own good time.

Doctor Sullivan,
please call...

That's the best
you can do?

Ain't medical
science wonderful?

One last question,
Doctor.

Is there any sign
of sexual assault?

She was raped.
No doubt about it.

It was that same guy,
Christine.

I know
it was the same guy.

What is happening
to us here?

What do you mean?

The woman told us
she was scared of him
and we didn't listen.

All we listened to
was the guys' smutty jokes.

And all we cared about

was our lousy
conviction percentage.

You don't mean us.
You mean me.

No, I mean us.

I mean, I let that--
that nonsense get to me.

And it kept me
from doing my job.

I'm not wasting time
feeling guilty, Mary Beth.

I'm gonna find that bastard,
and I'm gonna nail him.

Do you want me to drive?

No, I'm-- I'm fine.

Cagney,
can I see you,
please, in here?

We're getting the file
up on Carole Mitchell,

and then
we're going over
to her apartment.

Oh, good, good.
I want you to find that scum.

Yes, sir.

Close the door.

This is more of
a personal kind of matter.

- Yes, sir.
- Go ahead. Sit down.

I--I didn't know how
to ask one of the guys.

And--And--And I guess
I thought that you would

know a lot about
this kind of stuff.

It's something that
Lacey said about romance.

The Rhett Butler
thing.

Oh, yes.

Yeah, well.
Thelma was right.

Yeah,
there should've
been more romance.

I always thought
there was,

but after a while,
you know, it's...

Anyways,
what I really want is
now for it to be better.

Do you know
what I mean?

Sure.

I don't know why,
but I feel like such a klutz.

You know, you see,
with Lois it's...

She's the first
since Thelma and I...

And dating...

Kids with pimples date.

It's awkward,
I know, dating.

There's so much has changed

since I was a kid
going around with girls.

I mean, what? Candy?

Flowers?

Cagney, do you like
that kind of stuff?

From the right guy.

When I was a kid,
in my time,

you were lucky
if you got a kiss
on a third date.

But last night...

Lois seemed interested
in me and I...

But I was afraid.
I didn't know.

You know,
I wasn't sure.

You know,
maybe it was too soon.

You know, I want it
to be right this time.

Does this make any
sense to you at all?

Sure.

Hey,
this is stupid, huh?

Who do I think you are,
a Dear Abby?

Well,
okay, okay,
then, thank you.

Thank you
for listening to this
over-the-hill 15-year-old.

Cagney.

Yes, sir.

Just forget everything
that I said, okay?

Yes, sir.

He really likes her.

Who?

The Lieutenant.

The hooker?
You mean, a lot?

He wants me
to tell him how to
get her to like him.

Oh, that poor man.
That lonely man.

He's gonna be so hurt.

He's gonna
be so humiliated
when he finds out.

Ladies,
I believe someone
ordered up a file.

We'll think of something.

Come on.
We gotta get to
Carole Mitchell's place.

Don't hold your
breath for prints.

Looks like he smudged
them off with a cloth.

Did you dust
this phone off?

Yeah,
I dusted it.

Okay,
I'm gonna call in.

Chris.

There.
By you. By you.

Is this, uh,
is this clean here?

Yeah, it's clean.

This is Evelyn.

Can you come in about
a half an hour early tomorrow?

Phone me if you get
in at a decent hour.

We're about finished here.
You got anything for us?

- What's the address?
- Quiet.

Is that north
or south of Bloom?

- I'll play it back.
- No, no.
Wait, wait. Hold it.

- Yeah. Yeah, we...
- Quiet!

I wanna see you.

Give me a call at 373...

Oh, damn. Uh, 373.

I got it.

-This is Carole.
-You're home.

I want you to
leave me alone.

No, I don't think so.

I know who you are.
I have a picture of you.

- Sure.
- From the opera.

If you don't leave me alone,
I'll go to the police.

Okay, Carole, you got it.

You guys, you seen
like a cardboard box,
about like that

with a bunch of 8x10
glossies in it, anywhere?

No, I didn't.

Chris, here we go.

Look at that.

I'm afraid I really
wouldn't know his name.
He's a super.

Go shave.

What, the janitor?

A supernumerary.

They appear
in crowd scenes
for $5 an hour.

I make it a rule
not to know the name

of anyone who works
for $5 an hour.

Well,
don't you keep
records or pictures?

Sure. They leave
glossies and resumes.

Hope springs eternal.

Why didn't you
give us those before?

My dear,
in opera, the rapist is
usually a principal singer.

If I had known
you were interested
in the ambiance...

Well, we are.
He means extras.

- There's hundreds of them.
- Fine.

You are more than
welcome to rummage

through the photos
if you like.

In fact, it should be
quite a little challenge
for you two, I would think.

Lead the way.

Chris?

No luck.

I can't believe
all these people
want to be opera singers.

Christine,
there's an elephant
out there, in the hallway.

Yeah, from Aida.

I slept through it
twice with Barney.

Mary Beth.

It's my turn, okay.
Where's the ladies room?

It's around the corner
past the camel.

Which stack here?

Go from here to there.

Christine. Chris!

Huh?

Look here.

Bingo.

We're looking for this man.

And your name
has been listed

on the back
of this photo
as his opera agent.

I haven't represented
Taylor Bowen

for three years now.

Still, perhaps
you can help us here.

You must have
a file on him.

Probably not.
I had a file in my old
offices two years ago.

- Great.
- Now, I have a
luncheon appointment.

So, if you'd...

I'm-- I'm-- I'm sorry,
but it's very important
that we find him.

We have reason to believe

that he raped and brutally
assaulted a woman.

Oh, my God.

I didn't mean to
upset you like this.

You're the only
lead that we have.

He attacked me, too.

Three years ago.

He was
a perfectly good singer,

but then,
there are many, many
perfectly good singers.

I just couldn't
get him work.

So in the end
I felt sorry for him.

So I asked him
out to dinner

to cheer him up a bit.

He called for me
at my apartment.

We had a drink.

And then
he made a pass at me.

And when I said no,

he went berserk.

He beat me up.

And raped me.

Did you report this?

Well,
I kept going over
and over it in my mind.

I mean, wondering,

was it something
that I'd done?

Had I led him on?

Well, finally,
it was just easier
to try and forget it

and pretend
it never happened.

I...

I dropped him as a client.

And I never saw him again.

Oh, but that other woman...

And it's all my fault.

It's a lot of
people's faults.

Yeah, Taylor Bowen's.

We will find him.

Yeah, thanks anyway.

Taylor Bowen.
The only address
they show for him

is his agent Renata Myers.

Great.
So where do
we go from here?

Back to
Carole Mitchell's bar.

- Lieutenant.
- Yeah.

You're going out
with Lois again?

Yes.
Yeah, yeah, I am.

You get any
touch of those yet?

You can
the wise guy stuff.

You're talking
about a lady.

- You got it?
- I got it.

She's charging us
full pop.

At the rate he's moving,

we ought to ask
for a refund.

I didn't bargain
for this.

It's costing a fortune.

I just want
to see his face
when he finds out.

You gotta
let him down easy.

Tell him
it's another guy.

A husband.

You were separated,
but you made up.

That's good.

In fact, you went back
for the sake of the kid.

Two kids. And you
are moving out of state.

- Jersey.
- Montana.

- Montana is good.
- Uh-huh.

You got that?

Husband, two kids, Montana.

Got it.

We gotta go.

Uh, ladies.

I may be cheap,
but I'm not free.

-Pardon?
- That'll be a $150,
s'il vous plait.

A lot of guys
through here.

I don't remember him
one way or the other.

Is there anyone
here who would?

Uh, maybe Benny.
He talks to a lot of people.

And tell him for me
if he plays My Way
one more time

he's a dead man.

Just kidding.

Sorry,
don't know the dude.

He's a singer,
opera singer.

Strictly easy listening.
You want opera?

Go down the street.

What do you mean?

Firenze.
Italian joint with waiters

who'll sing you
an aria with your Oreganato.

Makes sense,
the guy goes in that bar
one night after work,

he meets
Carole Mitchell.

Here. Here.

Detectives Cagney and Lacey.

We're looking
for a Taylor Bowen.

We understand
he works here.

Look at the jester.

There is no
Taylor Bowen here.
I am sorry.

You may know him
by another name.

I am telling you
that's the man.

Oh, yes.
Donald Greenblat.

That's him
with the wig.

- Let's go.
- Hey, hey, Chris.

Let them finish.

Bravo.

Bravo. See, I told you
it was him.

Excuse me.

Sure, ladies.
Did you enjoy
the performance?

- Oh, very much, thank you.
- I wonder

if I could trouble you
for--for an autograph?

I've been saving
this picture
the longest time.

Sure.
Do you have a pen?

I got a pen
right here in my purse.

Jeez, this is exciting.
You look so different
in your costume.

- What's your first name?
- Mary Beth.

Don't move.
Keep your hands
where they are.

You're under arrest.

You have
the right to...

You all right,
Chris?

Hell, I'm bleeding.

I told you
not to move.

- Get down!
- Hey!

I promise
I don't need
much of an excuse.

- Isbecki. Follow me.
- Yeah.

Follow you?
I'd follow you
anywhere, you know.

What's this,
some kind of a joke?

No joke.

- May I?
- Certainly.

Thank you.

Well, then, guys.
It's very simple.

The Lieutenant
and Lois are finished.

And he will
never, and I mean never,
find out that she was a pro.

What?

And since when did you
get to be such a goody
two-shoes, Cagney?

We've got big
bucks invested here.

This is a joke.
What good is a joke
without a punch line?

You want a punch line?
Try this.

All of you
gentlemen are guilty
of procuring a prostitute,

which, in case
you have forgotten,
is a crime.

You'd turn us in
to Internal Affairs?

In a minute.

In a second,
if he ever finds out
she was a professional.

Which, of course,
will never happen,
will it?

What are you
two so hot about?
It was just a joke.

I don't think
we have anything
more to discuss.

Meeting is adjourned.

So, what are youse,
a bunch of perverts

standing around
the woman's john?

We would appreciate
a little privacy here.

Gentlemen. Excuse me.

Women, jeez.

Even Claudia,

you get her
on a bad day,
I'm telling you...

Women
have no sense of humor.

Hormones.
It's all hormones.

Studies have shown
that mood swings

are directly related
to progesterone.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

Yeah?

We just got a call.

Carole Mitchell's
coming out of the coma.

They think
she's going
to be okay.

Isbecki wanted
to be the one to tell you,
but we thought we all should.

Oh, wow.

Thank you.

Come here. Come on.

Come on. Come here.

Yes, yes. Oh, wow.