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Ever read what's in here?

Sulphoric acid, benzoid of soda, monosodium phosphates

and polyethylene glycol.

All that and only one calorie.

You keep on drinking this stuff they can just skip the physical

and give you an environmental impact study.

Listen to the human chimney.

It keeps me thin.

Well, I tell you what we do. We do a diet book.

The, uh, Policepersons Diet. Every one of those books sells a million.

Who wants to eat what cops do?

-Mmm. That's the idea. -Mmm-hmm.

RADIO DISPATCHER: 149 23rd street. All cars in the vicinity proceed immediately.

Car 312, repeat last. Please repeat last.

RADIO DISPATCHER: Girl on ledge. 14th floor, 23rd and Lexington.

North East corner. All cars in vicinity proceed immediately.

Car 312 responding to last. We're en route.

POLICEMAN: All right. Stand back. Stand back. Keep the street clear.

Hey, Larry. Keep the street clear. Okay?

LARRY: Stand back. Stand back, please.

How'd she get out there?

Kids wander.

When Michael was three we found him heading down to 72nd street subway station.

Officer, what happened?

I tried to talk her down. But I don't know if she doesn't understand English or what!

But we're gonna have to make a grab for her.

Give me a minute. Keep her looking at you.

You got a handkerchief or a scarf? Anything like that?

Good, good. Fold it in fours.

Perfect, perfect. Give me your lipstick.

Put, uh, two eyes and a mouth.

Put a smile on her.

Good, good.

Hang on.

Hey.

Hey, look over here.

I got somebody here says she knows you.

Take a good look at her. You ever see her before?

What's the matter? You mad at me?

Huh, are you mad at me?

You ever seen her before?

She was wanting to come up here and...

You'd give her a hug. Isn't she a friend of yours?

-Yeah.

You okay?

Sure. She's all right. But you scared me. What's your name, baby?

Want to take a ride with us?

-Yeah. Come on. -Let's go.

Atta girl.

LACEY: You call these plain clothes?

Plenty of roughage. No, no. Get me the stuff without the raisins.

You can always tell a sandwich made for profit. They skimp.

Unlike the sandwich made for love which is plentiful in prime ingredients.

-Petrie.

You got any spare treats?

-Homemade oatmeal cookies. -Perfect.

-Hey, Petrie.

-Look who's here. -I see him.

Hello, I'm Arthur Barret. I'm representing Curtis Murdock whom you're holding here.

I'm Detective Cagney and this is Detective Lacey, Detective Petrie.

You must be the arresting officer in the Murdock case.

That's right.

And this?

So far she's exercised her right to remain silent.

Smart girl. Looks like she's been roughed up a little.

Could be police brutality. Someone else may need a lawyer.

It'll never make the Supreme Court, counsellor.

We have some things we could talk about.

Well, what're we finding out here?

The kid likes cookies.

Hey, cookie? What's your name, huh?

Why won't you tell us your name? I know you got a name. Everybody's got a name.

Move. Kids respond to me.

Make it easy on yourself. Where's your mommy and daddy?

Must be your natural charm, Lieutenant.

I'll get social services up here. They'll take her.

Ah, Lieutenant, give us, give us a little while. Huh?

All right. Okay, okay. But just in case you fail to extract any information,

I'll get a photographer up here and we'll get a picture in the papers.

I'll bet your name is...

Angela.

Angela.

-I want you to lay off my client. -You don't...

Hey, Petrie, take it easy.

Easy? Did Murdock take it easy on those people he mugged?

Let's talk about that.

Hey, don't let him get to you. You got to learn to forget that.

I know that.

Make another friend?

I always seek to widen my circle of acquaintances.

Me too.

You ever stop being a cop long enough to accept an invitation to dinner

Cops eat.

-Tonight. -Eight.

Great.

PETRIE: We caught him red-handed, Lieutenant. He broke the old lady's jaw.

Can't wait.

Hello. Oh, hi Chris. What's up?

Yeah, yeah. You don't have to pick me up. I'll see you there.

Chris, how'd it go last night?

Okay. All right. Tell me about it later.

Chris got another new one, huh?

Oh yeah. He flashed on her so fast. Even I was impressed.

-Harvey.

You ever wish you were single again?

Uh-uh.

You know what we need? We need a little excitement, like maybe take a vacation.

Oi. We can't afford one.

Oh, I don't mean now. I mean someday.

If we could, where would you go?

Heidelberg.

Heidelberg? Since when have you been hot to go Heidelberg?

Saw a poster of it once in a bar.

Just struck me as a place I'd like to see. It was real, you know

quaint.

How about you?

I don't know. I was willing to settle for you and me on the Jersey shore.

Hey.

My throat hurts worse. Can I get into bed with you?

Hey, yeah Mike.

Daddy'll take care of you 'cause I got to get up.

-Harvey. -Yeah.

What goes with a purse snatching stake out?

Shall I wear the tweed thing or my grey pants suit?

Wear you bikini.

The purse snatchers'll be so busy looking at you they'll forget what they came for.

Love is blind.

I hate these stakeouts.

I'd rather be on the move.

These are not my favorite thing either. This collar's driving me crazy.

Anyway back to Mr. Barret.

Mary Beth, he's terrific. Went to Amherst College.

-Yeah.

Would you look where that woman's putting her bag?

No wonder the precinct's swamped with purse snatchers.

These little old ladies are like sitting ducks.

Oh, and

his uncle was a Supreme Court Justice.

The men aren't geniuses either though, you know?

They put their wallet in their back pockets and some guy comes along with a razor.

One little... Goodbye.

He's a terrific conversationalist too.

He reads books just like most guys read the sports page.

And he didn't jump me.

Oh, a real gentleman, huh?

Yeah. But it's only temporary, I hope.

Well, did the prince of preppies ask you out again?

In advance. To a $200 a plate benefit for the American Civil Liberties Union.

Sounds formal. What do you think I should wear?

You're asking me what you should wear to a function like that?

I haven't been to anything fancy since Harvey's cousin got married.

They were both virgins. That's how long ago it was.

How is old Harve anyway?

Oh, he's all right.

Michael's sick though.

It'll run through the whole family. It works like that. I'll be back in a minute.

Okay.

Has he still got the fever?

All right. I can get all the stuff here at the hotel pharmacy.

Yeah. Give him a kiss for me. Oh, Harve. Give him a hug.

I don't want you to catch it too. Bye, bye.

There's another pair of prime targets.

We made the papers.

Anyone with information concerning this girl, blah, blah, blah, blah,

please contact Detective Cagney or Lacey.

There's the picture. Cute kid, huh?

Front page. I like that.

You ladies too busy to pick up your message?

-No.

You stay on it. The Commissioner's wife had her purse snatched yesterday.

She lost two hundred bucks cash.

Where'd she get that kind of money?

Anybody wants me, they're out of luck for two hours.

Hello. This is Detective Lacey returning your call.

About the girl in the papers? Great.

Your granddaughter? What's the address please?

504 East 11th. Apartment 42.

And, uh, is there a telephone number?

I see, uh, when was the phone disconnected?

Mrs. Collins, we'll let you know the minute we have Angela back with her parents, okay?

Thank you. Bye, bye.

Yeah?

Angela!

Angela, where've you been? Huh?

-Yes, ma'am.

We're Detectives Cagney and Lacey of the 14th Precinct. Can we come in, sir?

Uh, yes. Please. Come on in.

Well... What happened? Where, where'd you find her?

On a 14th story rooftop on Lexington Avenue.

You leave her with relatives for a couple days and the next thing you know, you...

People find her like this.

Honey, are you sure you're all right

Where're these relatives now?

Well, they're just visiting. They're travelling in a big camper.

Uh, they're my wife's, uh, people.

Oh, excuse me. Would you ladies like to sit down?

Thank you.

Do you have any idea, uh, what kind of camper? The license plate?

We'd like to find them. You'd like to find them?

I mean, how can, how can they let a kid out of their sight like that?

Excuse me.

The camper had Georgia plates on it.

Their name's Woods. They live in Atlanta.

They're retired and they, uh, travel around a lot.

Mrs. Dawes do you have any idea where your relatives are now?

No, but we're gonna find 'em.

How many kids've you got?

Uh, three. Uh, there's, uh, Angela and, uh, the two boys there.

Ha, a little bashful.

Mrs. Dawes, your mother tells me you had your phone disconnected?

No, we didn't disconnect it. I just told her that. We got a, uh, new unlisted number there.

Honey, I, I hate saying this, but I'm gonna have to.

Her mother's a real nice old lady, really. She, she is.

But, uh, she treats Ruth like a damn kid, you know?

Even after we got married, she was telling Ruth how to run the house and

how to bring up the kids. And I just got sick of it.

She was interfering with our marriage, you know?

Well, she's getting old.

I'm glad everything turned out for the best.

Yes, thank you very much. Really, I appreciate it.

Listen, I don't know how to, how to thank you, really.

Mr. Dawes, if you hear anything from those relatives, uh, give us a call.

Oh, you bet. Listen, thank you very much. Both of you.

A pleasure.

-Take care now. -Bye, bye.

Bye, bye.

Does anything bother you about that family?

Like what?

I don't know. It feels funny. Like the, the brothers don't greet their sister.

It seemed like Dawes wouldn't let his wife answer for herself.

He was being over-protective. You heard what he said about his mother-in-law.

Look. The kid's back safe.

-We did an okay job. -Maybe.

This guy kidnapped me.

She tried to skip out on a fare.

I just wanted to go up to my apartment.

You don't expect me to carry my pocketbook in this.

You shoulda had your money before you got in the cab.

They were gonna pay me cash for coming out of the cake. So I came out.

But they expected more than an appearance. So I split. I got principles.

Yeah and I got cake crumbs all over the back seat.

Okay.

You want to get paid for coming out of the cake, right?

Yeah.

Take her back to the hall. Go in with her. Make sure she gets her dough.

Take what she owes you. Then take the lady home.

Great. I like tall broads.

Her home.

Yes, ma'am. We saw the two boys. They look just fine.

Mrs. Collins are you sure you're not talking about some other child?

I believe you. Absolutely. I will, Mrs. Collins.

Bye, bye.

The grandmother says there were four kids in the Dawes family, not three.

There's another girl.

Good morning. Hey!

-Good morning. -Hi.

Find those relations of my wife's.

You didn't give us too much to go on.

Well, I told you all I know.

They are family. Until now, I figured them to be trustworthy.

We did want to ask just a few more questions, Mr. Dawes.

Sure. Go right on ahead.

How did Angela get those bruises on her arms?

You know, I don't know. Kid's fall.

Ruth can't keep an eye on them all the time.

Also, um, where was your older daughter yesterday?

Older daughter?

Uh, Angela's the only one.

We heard you had another child in your family.

Who told you that?

Your mother-in-law, Mrs. Collins.

She told that one again.

Well, I guess that's her way of getting back at us, 'cause,

uh, well I told her she had to move out.

You know, it was, uh, a rough decision, but, you know I had to.

She was driving my wife crazy.

She tell you about

how Ruth would take it out on one of the kids whenever she got uptight?

No.

Well, she'll get around to it. She's got a whole collection of them.

You just give her a chance.

Well, better get back to work.

Anything else I can do for you ladies?

Not right now.

Oh, listen, uh, I wanted to say.

You know a couple of days ago

if someone would have asked me about cops, I'd have curled their ear,

but, uh, you know you two gave me a whole new respect for them.

Thanks.

Oh, you bet. Take care now.

Maybe Dawes is telling the truth.

Maybe Grandma doesn't have both oars in the water.

You don't believe in that fourth kid, do you?

Aw, come on, Mary Beth.

We didn't become detectives to find a child that might not even exist.

We already saved Angela. Let's pull out now.

Hey!

She's looking happy again.

And on the ground again.

How're the boys?

Doing good in school.

Mrs. Dawes, where's Lynne?

What do you mean?

Well, we know there's another child in your family.

Mrs. Dawes why don't you tell us what really happened?

We gave her up for adoption... Couple of years ago.

We didn't have any money, no room where we was living.

They found a place where they could keep her.

Where?

It was through an agency.

They gave us money.

-What agency. -Don't remember the name.

Was it in this neighborhood?

Do you have the name written down?

Maybe.

Somewhere.

We'll be talking to you again, Mrs. Dawes.

Bye, Angie!

You don't forget the name of the agency you turned your kid over to.

Ladies, somebody left this for you.

Okay, okay, quit shoving.

"Thanks for getting Angie back to us, George and Ruth Dawes."

Child-beaters always send chocolate covered cherries.

Did you miss that one in detective school?

No, no, you're wrong about that. Child-beaters send flowers.

It's husbands and rapists who send candy.

Peanut brittle. Take it home to the boys before it disappears.

No chance.

Let's give it to Isbecki and watch his teeth rot.

What do you got on the missing Dawes kid?

Dawes and his wife tell different stories, but neither one of them

explained the missing daughter or the bruises on Angela's arms.

Are you still on that one?

Look, I've belted my kid once or twice when he stepped out of line.

Does that make me a creep?

A father's got an obligation to discipline his kids.

There's a difference between discipline and physical abuse, sir.

Look, the department's got a psychiatrist. Pay him an awful lot of money.

Does profiles, predicts behavior. He's good.

Won't ask you if you dream about telephone poles either.

I'll set up a meeting for you.

You know, uh, this could use some more peanuts.

So child abuse, as common as it is, can be hard to identify.

Detective Lacey, do you have any children?

Two. Two boys.

Do you ever discipline them physically?

Well, sometimes, sure. They get a little aggravating. I give them a swat.

What if by accident you happen to injure one of your boys?

I would never hurt any kid.

What does this have to do with the case were on?

I'm merely trying to show that the range of child abuse is vast.

Dr. Norell, we were just hoping...

A scenario. The missing girl was physically abused by her father.

Mother wanted to end the situation. The girl's put up for adoption.

The father understandably wants to deny the girl ever existed.

So if the girl was not adopted,

she could have been violently assaulted, perhaps fatally.

It happens every day of the week. Especially on Sundays.

Do most of those kids survive?

Most of them. Some become violent themselves.

-Some become psychiatrists.

This is not for effect. I was hit in the eye with a belt buckle at the age of ten.

Let me add,

consider that the father may be telling the truth.

Check the facts.

If there was, is a missing girl. Eliminate the worst possibility first.

You mean there's no such thing as a Lynne Dawes. The mother is lying.

I'm suggesting that your sensitivity as women, two women,

may be affecting your appraisal of the facts.

Sensitivity as women to women. Huh?

Experts can be a real pain you know?

Every trial we're involved in, they've got experts. We've got experts.

They're like hookers. You can buy one on every street corner.

How long do you think it'd take me to drive up there to see the grandmother?

Uh, it's all through way. An hour and a half if you start after rush hour.

If I put it here, the sun shines on it all afternoon.

May I come over and look?

Sure.

That's Lynne.

These are my kids. This is, uh, Harve Jr. And that's Michael.

Oh, they're gorgeous!

Mrs. Collins, those relatives that your daughter entrusted Angela to, who are they?

What relatives?

Their name is Woods. They're from Atlanta.

Oh, my nephew, Cork and some girl he roams around with.

They move around like gypsies in that camper of his.

Would you call him a responsible person?

No telling what Cork could do.

Mrs. Collins, if I told you it was very important,

would you mind if we borrowed that picture for a while?

The children are all right aren't they?

I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll leave you my kids for security. All right?

Thank you very much, Mrs. Collins. We'll be talking to you soon.

Give Lynne a kiss for me please. When you see her.

Yes, ma'am, I will.

So anyway, we get back to my place.

Yeah?

We're feeling kind of loose. 'Cause we had this really nice wine and champagne.

Yeah? Geez, I love champagne.

Well, there we are. Sitting on my couch.

He's in his tux. Me, I'm in this gown...

My clavicles are showing.

We look just like a, you know, couple right out of a perfume ad.

-Nothing.

Check me out. See any hickies? Any beard burn? Nothing.

-Maybe he's gay. -Not a chance.

-Maybe you're not his type. -I don't know.

We had this little argument about the criminal justice system.

I think I kind of ruffled his feathers.

So, how'd it end?

So I said to him, the trouble with you thoroughbreds is that you're too damned sensitive.

We're not gonna go to court on this.

You're gonna come over next week for dinner.

You're cooking him dinner?

You must really want him bad.

Eight thirty Tuesday. You got a pot you can lend me?

The coroner told me you were interested in seeing

the reconstructions of unidentified juveniles.

We've been through every record and photo in this department

but none of the I.D.'s match up with the picture we have of Lynne Dawes.

Well maybe we can help you.

As he explained to you, one of our functions is to reconstruct features from

decomposed skulls for purposes of identification.

Now we've narrowed it down to four

in the time period and age range that you are investigating.

That's her.

That's Lynne Dawes.

There's some resemblance.

Some?

Is this enough evidence to proceed with our investigation, doctor?

Well, it provides another tool for identification.

It's, uh, very difficult to reconstruct a face from a decomposed skull,

but, uh, there are some rules that help you do the reconstruction.

A, a face is, uh, five eyes wide.

Outer corner of the eye is one eye width in from the side.

Now you stick these on the bone. The shorter ones up here on the forehead

and the longer ones here on the chin and that gives you skin depth.

See, then you cover with clay. Now once the clay is on,

then you have to work from memory.

Like here.

I noticed the nasal bone had been broken,

so after I put on the basic skin,

I added just that little touch of crookedness to the nose.

Can you tell what caused the break?

Well, there was evidence of violence all over the skeleton.

You know if you listen, those bones'll talk to you.

Do you do a lot of this? Working with kids?

Oh yeah, a couple a month. Yeah.

You got it down so exact.

Does it ever get to you?

The day it stops getting to me is the day I quit.

These are the dental X-rays.

They match the pathologist's model that looks like Lynne Dawes.

-That's good. Come on. -We got lucky.

The fourth dentist we talked to in the neighborhood gave us a positive I.D.

It is the Dawes girl.

Look at, just pull hard. Let me do it.

Hey, hey. Cowboy, it's my drawer.

So you're bringing in the parents now, right?

The mother claims the girl was adopted a couple of years ago.

How you gonna handle it?

Like smart cops. You push in, then you pull out.

Geritol. For tired blood.

What's going on, Lieutenant? You letting Thelma down?

Well, get going. Now be careful, will you?

I don't want to have any false arrest suits in here.

Yes, sir.

We have some bad news for you. And we are truly sorry.

The body of your daughter, Lynne was found seven months ago.

What daughter?

I, I told them about the adoption.

Sure. I mean, your own flesh and blood.

You're supposed to look after 'em.

You know, you try.

Then your plant shuts down.

So you start packing up in the car and, uh, moving out,

looking for work wherever you can find it.

Anything.

The docks, hospital orderly, pumping gas.

I mean, what, what're you supposed to do? Watch 'em starve?

You know, Ruth, she wanted to keep Lynne...

But you know, I, I just couldn't stand that hurt look

and I not being to able to give her what she needed.

Now you find them. You find whoever adopted Lynne and I want you to get 'em.

I want'em to burn! Do you hear? Get 'em!

We understand.

When was the adoption? What's the name of the agency? Help us here!

Tell us anything you can remember.

Please.

Not now.

I'd like to be alone with my wife.

Do you believe there was an adoption?

No. But how are we going to prove it?

Break one of them down.

It's not gonna be him.

If we leave that with you, can you make the model look exactly like the photograph?

Well, some things are kind of tough to do, like lips.

But, um, yeah, no problem.

Just give me a little time, huh?

-We really appreciate this. -Sure.

What was that I had over at your house last week? It was terrific.

I don't believe this!

You mean to tell me you haven't figured out what to feed Barret yet?

-Meatloaf.

Give me the recipe.

Aw, Chris. You can't give a guy like Arthur Barret meatloaf for dinner.

You got to give him something like, uh, steak tartare.

So, give me the recipe for steak tartare. I'll cook that.

Ah, you got any plain soda?

No, we'll meet right here in an hour.

Excuse me. What is this drink? It's beautiful.

-Oh, pina coloda. -Ah, I must get one.

Pay dirt. Cuff the blonde in blue. I'll get him.

Terrible, isn't it?

What is it?

Boeuf en Croute.

Oh, really? This is an incredible disguise.

Damn it, Barret. You sit there so cool and polite making wisecrack remarks.

Why don't you just come out and say it?

The food stinks! I'm a bust as a cook.

If that's what you want it's not me.

Do you want dessert?

-Yes.

Then I don't want it.

Some more wine?

Chris. What's wrong with you tonight?

Nothing.

-No.

-Never.

Well, something is making you uncomfortable. And I don't know what it is.

We've been out three times together.

By now, we should be getting a little bit more familiar.

Here are your car keys.

Listen, Chris. I didn't mean to upset you.

I didn't plan for this evening to go this way either.

Your car is parked in the 6 a.m. towaway zone.

We don't want to wake up that early, do we?

-Mary Beth!

Can you get that please?

Chris, you're early.

Mr. Barret has a wife in Washington.

One of these "we don't live together but divorce is out of the question" relationships.

Please.

I spent 34.95 on a cookbook not to mention what that side of beef cost me.

-Oh, Chris, I'm so sorry. -His loss.

So what're you mad about?

I blew it, you know. I used to smell a guy like that a mile away.

My biorhythms must be off or something.

-Christine.

Did you find out about the wife before or after?

None of your business.

-It's the whip the Duke used in Red River.

The Duke used a whip?

Well, he had to.

Hey, you remember the scene where this guy was raiding the chuck wagon.

He was trying to steal some sugar and all of a sudden he dropped all these pots

and there was a big stampede?

Yeah, that was a great scene!

Oh yeah, well the Duke had to teach him a lesson, huh?

How do you know that that whip was, uh, the Duke's?

Well, the guy who sold it to me was an extra on the movie.

No kidding? Wow.

So how much did you pay for that?

Forty bucks. Hey, it took me six months to convince the guy to sell it.

Yeah. Wow.

You know that that's the oldest con in the world and you fell for it.

Hey, Lieutenant, guys in the John Wayne fan club don't lie.

What No, no, this is the OK Corral.

Hi, Petrie.

Petrie, you mad at me?

Look, I, I don't want to see you, or your boyfriend, Barret.

He's not my boyfriend.

Do you that tweed suit slumming Ivy League lawyer got done?

He appealed the hearing. And Murdock is out on bail! Damn!

The Bill of Rights says that no one shall be denied bail.

When Thomas Jefferson wrote the Bill of Rights,

he didn't figure on Curtis "Mug-'em'in-the Park" Murdock.

A little respect for people's rights might have stopped quite a few lynchings, Petrie.

What the hell are you doing in the men's toilet anyway?

There's only one toilet on this floor.

Right now it's the men's toilet.

-Let's go.

I just talked to Ruth Dawes. We're gonna pick her up.

Oh, I'm not looking forward to this.

You said it. He's not going be the one to crack.

How many months did you breast

Lynne!

A week didn't go by that George didn't hurt me.

One time he threw a carton of salt of the floor and made me lick it up.

I was so sick.

If he wasn't beating me, or one of the kids, he was yelling he was going to.

Why didn't you just go?

It wasn't always that way.

When we was going together, before we got married,

George was the sweetest man.

If I ran out of my favorite cologne, he'd get it for me.

He said he loved the way it smelled on me.

What happened to Lynne?

He didn't want her in the house.

Said she caused trouble.

One day he took her off and

came back without her. Said he's found her a nice home.

Sometimes, I thought the worst and then...

I'd see a picture of a pretty house and I'd think

maybe Lynne was there, with nice people.

Maybe a garden.

She loved flowers.

At least I saved Angela.

We saved Angela.

We took her off the roof of a 14th story building.

I don't know how she got there.

That day George came home and he made me dress Angela up.

He didn't want any girls in the house.

We drove around and around.

And when we stopped at a liquor store

I opened up the car door and I told Angela

that her daddy was real angry and he was gonna beat her like he done before.

I told her to run.

What else could I do?

You did good, Ruth. You did. You saved Angela.

Now you've got to help us.

Your husband is going to be charged with murder.

You're going to have to tell a lot of people what you just told us.

It's not right to speak against your man.

How can you say that? The man brutalized you and he murdered your kid!

We'll protect you, Ruth.

Cooperate with us.

George Dawes will never hurt you or your children again.

-Dawes.

You're under arrest.

What for?

For the murder of your daughter, Lynne.

Oh!

-I'm all right. Get him!

Go!

Hold it, Dawes!

You have the right to remain silent. If you give up this right,

anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

You're entitled to an attorney in every stage of the proceedings.

If you can't afford a lawyer, the court will appoint legal aid.