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You call these plain clothes?

Sit down over there.

Let's go.

-I hate autopsies.

Come on, Isbecki. We're the arresting officers.

Do me a favor. La Guardia. Cover me. I'll owe you one.

I'm gonna cash in on that. Meet me later at the coroner's office.

Lacey! You and Cagney got lucky. They want you over

at the Police Academy to give an indoctrination talk to women cadets.

-There it is.

Oh. Did you find my earring?

Where? That's a logical place. Yeah, I had a good time. I did.

Hey, don't talk like that. I know I did, but it wasn't over a precinct telephone.

Look. I got to go now. Oh, the earring. Ah, keep it as a souvenir.

-Boy, am I beat today. -I wonder why.

I'm not complaining.

Okay, go ahead. Who was it? I'm not squeamish.

Six foot four, 240 pounds, ex-pro football player.

A jock. So what does he do for a living now? Endorse shave cream?

No, as a matter of fact, he owns his own sports franchise firm.

I think that they said last year he made over half a million dollars.

Oh. That's nice for a change. Are you gonna see him again?

No, mom. He travels a lot. Doesn't live in this town.

Figures. Chris, did you ever consider a permanent affair

like say longer than two weeks?

Yeah. Once.

No kidding

John Travolta. He was everything that I ever wanted in "Saturday Night Fever".

It's just that the age difference was a problem. Much too old for me.

Ha, ha, ha.

Someday you're gonna want a regular, responsible guy like my Harvey,

but it'll be too late.

I smell a pitch for Dave Travers coming on.

So, I happen to think he's a terrific guy. He happened to be over for

dinner last night, and, uh, call me crazy but I think you'd like each other.

You're crazy and you're relentless. Help, help! Somebody help me!

It's just I see the dark circles under your eyes and the little crows feet.

I know you're not happy.

With a guy like Dave, you'd never look like that.

Exactly. Which is why I keep saying, watch my mouth: no.

If you want to be a marriage counselor, go back to Queens.

You want to be my partner, can it!

Well, somebody else'll get him. Mark my words.

Kind of a creepy neighborhood, isn't it?

Check that over there on the right.

The Gladiators are out in force this morning. Don't look at me, buddy.

It's my night to cook dinner. Whatever you do, don't stop.

Nice jackets. Gonna get me one of those.

DISPATCHER: 14 DBU, car 3-12. Any unit to cover.

Shots fired vicinty of 17th and 2nd Avenue. Cover unit, identify.

3-12, copy last. Enroute.

Car 3-12, taking the cover for 3-16. Further information to follow as received.

-Somebody got hit bad.

Hey, Polaski. He's the one who shot him. He's a murderer!

-Murderer! -Cold blooded murderer!

-He'll die!

Hey, Polaski! Six-C. He killed him!

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Open up! Police.

You know anything about him?

He's an old man.

Hey, hey. Hey, Mr. Polaski. Mr. Polaski, can you hear me?

If we have to break down your door, Mr. Polaski, how're you lock it after we're gone?

We're detectives, Mr. Polaski. We'd like to talk to you.

Hey man! What is this for?

Get in there. Let's go. Come on. Get in there. Get in there.

This is all the autopsy report turned up?

She never delivered any babies. Though she definitely had relations with men.

She would have been a natural mother. What a pelvis.

Post-mortems give me gas.

You ate at breakfast this morning?

What's this? You're asking us questions now, Polaski?

I got no rights?

-A small piece of chocolate cake.

I was hungry.

You eat and you breathe because these are basic functions for life.

Survival. To be certain of your survival, you must be ready.

I was ready. It was not my choice. It is God's.

Mr. Polaski, I'd really feel a lot better if you sat down. Please.

I've got to make you feel good? There is no time police start to make me

feel good. How many times I have to call you?

Are you saying you've been getting no response?

On the way over in the car, you said something about knives.

Did they have knives, Mr. Polaski?

-They had knives.

Mr. Polaski, if you expect us...

I saw the knives. In their hands and in their eyes.

Four hundred dollars for what? Ballet lessons!

Thelma, I don't think a cop's son should be taking ballet lessons.

Yeah, I know about the President's son.

Behind my back you've been giving him money for ballet...

Tell me about the gun.

Is gun. Gun is gun. -Most guns are registered.

I have to go to bathroom.

You went to the bathroom before you left your apartment, Mr. Polaski.

When you are my age you don't count how many times you go.

You just make small blessing because you are able to go.

Someone's gonna have to take you.

You are not going to take me!

La Guardia. Would you please escort Mr. Polaski to the men's room?

Okay. This way, Mr. Polaski.

What's Mrs. Polaski gonna do while he's being held? She can hardly walk by herself.

We've already arranged for her to have a vocational nurse.

What do you want to do, adopt her?

-He sure as hell is not being cooperative.

Based on what we've got, he's guilty.

If you're so convinced,

how come I was the one who had to put the handcuffs on him?

Mary Beth, you're a cop. It does not stand to reason that everyone over

the age of seventy and under age of fifteen is innocent.

Right. The next time we arrest an eight-year-old for grand larceny, you

put the cuffs on him.

Did Mrs. Polaski remember any better because you

brought her a jar of Harvey's chicken soup Are you a cop or a caterer?

She remembered everything she could.

What did she remember? She remembered yelling. She remembered hearing two shots.

That stuff about her husband's lousy temper is not good testimony in his favor.

But she didn't hide that. She could have hid that.

Bottom line is M.L. she didn't see the knives like Polaski claimed.

-Was there anything she said that you believed?

It's the judge that's the one that's got to be convinced. Not me.

A hundred people living in this building and not one witness comes forward.

-Police.

I'll have to see some identification.

You could have bought those in some novelty shop.

A kid could walk into such a place and come out a G man.

-Lady!

Like, like, like what, ma'am?

Maybe, an American Express card, like Karl Maiden's got.

According to the Desk Sargeant, Polaski was

always complaining about being harrassed by the Toros.

-At least once a day.

So what else is new in the precinct?

Ah, we talked to some of the merchants in the neighborhood.

A Mr. Bertrand who runs the fruit and vegetable stand

told us that he once saw Polaski running out of the building half naked

and threatening to kill some kids who were parked below his window.

He was trying to take a nap and the music from the car radio was driving him crazy.

A Mrs. Lupino who lives in the same building used to see Polaski lying in wait

for some kid he was convinced was trying to steal his social security checks.

Oh, that never happened. He was too smart for them.

You think he's paranoid about the knives too?

I don't think he's paranoid, Lieutenant.

He probably isn't. He's just your sane neighborhood nut-case.

So what's your next move?

Talk to the Rivera family.

Yeah, okay. But don't waste too much time with this. You made your arrest.

Now it's up to the D.A. Yeah. Samuels.

Yeah, well, try a little harder. Yeah, bye, bye.

Yeah, this new chick I've been dating, Amy.

She says she can't make it to Petrie's party.

Is this a bring-your-own-booze or what?

What party?

Uh, nothing, nothing. Still on the board.

Hey, I hear you two finally made the big time.

Isbecki, don't double talk me. What's this about a party?

La Guardia, give it to me straight, huh?

What're you doing here, Chris?

Well, there's a party going on and we're not being invited.

It's no big deal. It's, uh, just a shower for Petrie's wife.

Only you're going and we're not.

It was a mistake, right, Petrie?

Our invitation to the shower?

No. It wasn't a mistake.

Ah, I don't know how to tell you this, I...

You don't have to explain anything, Petrie.

Look. Ever since you and Cagney came on as detectives here,

it's been kind of tough on the wives.

You know, uh, wondering what you look like.

Uh, what happens when one of us is put on the same case with one of you.

The inevitable. We check into a hotel and exchange clues.

Stop it, Chris. We understand, Petrie.

Happy to oblige. Call us when your marriage is shaky.

You didn't have to say that.

He had it coming to him. When're they gonna grow up

up and stop with this sexist crud? What do they think we are?

A couple of Bo Dereks?

I don't know. I think of myself as more the Carol Lombard type.

Can we see him now.

Except for his family, I can't allow any visitors.

Why don't you come back in 24 hours.

-He's serious but stable. Excuse me.

-Miss Rivera.

We're detectives. I'm Cagney. This is my partner, Lacey.

No le hables, no le digas nada.

Why don't you two just leave us alone, huh?

My brother is sick. In Intensive Care. He can speak to no one.

Miss Rivera, we know your brother is too sick to talk.

We just thought that maybe you'd like to talk.

Violence against gang members usually goes unnoticed. Why the sudden interest?

Miss Rivera, do you know something about what happened?

She knows nothing. She was at school.

I'm a political science major at NYU.

-Yeah. Don't be surprised. Some of us qualify.

Esteban. You were there. You saw what went down. Will you tell us about it?

I already told the police everything I know. I don't owe you nothing.

Mr. Polaski says there were knives. Were there knives, Esteban?

My brother was shot down in cold blood, lady!

In cold blood!

A year ago, my brother, Lorenzo, was killed in a gang fight

between the Toros and the Gladiators.

Now, we found out because they dropped his body on the steps outside.

Today my brother, Mario, was gunned down. He may die.

Mario is a good boy! He is innocent. Esteban is good!

Now if you have come here looking for a witness for Polaski's defense,

you're wasting your time.

We're looking for the facts, Anna. The truth. Now you can understand that.

Why

I know my brother is innocent. That Mr. Polaski is guilty.

But the system will free him so what are you worried for?

I don't understand that.

Facts! The facts are my brother is Puerto Rican and he is guilty

until proven innocent. And Polaski is Anglo! The system will free him!

Make no mistake about it!

Hey, what's the matter, babe?

I got a problem.

What a relief? For a minute there I thought I did.

I'm serious, Harve.

Hey. Honey, I'm sorry. What?

What?

I arrested a man today.

I'm prejudiced.

What did he do?

He shot an unarmed Puerto Rican gang member.

The kid's in Intensive Care.

Yeah?

And I... I think the man's innocent.

Why?

'Cause he's 80 and he's white and he doesn't throw rocks at my car.

He doesn't call me a pig and he doesn't, uh, hate me 'cause I'm cop.

So what're you trying to tell me

It's a possibility, isn't it?

-No.

Because I know you.

Everybody we talked to confirms the fact that Polaski shot the kid

'cause, uh, he couldn't stand, uh, the noisy imposition on his life.

And I end up buying the old man's story.

Honey, that doesn't make you prejudiced.

Are you listening to what I'm telling you here?

Chris doesn't think he's innocent.

Chris Cagney doesn't have your clear and objective mind.

Do you think I have a clear and objective mind?

Ah, now why is that so hard to believe, huh?

Because it's coming from me? Well, what'll it take to convince you

I love it. I love it. When you talk so tough.

-Harvey!

Harvey. You been taking extra vitamin pills?

Can we have Egg McMuffins?

-You're having scrambled eggs. -Don't break mine.

-Too late. Call your father. -Dad!

Yeah.

I've lived in this house all my life and nobody knows I hare scrambled eggs.

Nobody cares.

What's this? Chris is half an hour early? Here. Take, take, take it over.

-Hi.

Yes, do you mind? Thank you.

-Hi. -Hi.

-Locked myself out. -Not again!

-Be right with you. -Thank you.

-She always does that.

Uh, Lynnie She's, uh, always lived here.

She's, uh, usually at home when you're at work.

See you tonight, ah? Bye guys.

-Bye, dad. Bye, bye. -Bye, dad, Bye, dad.

How do you plan to let her in?

Oh, as a the super of this building, I got a master key.

As opposed to a mistress key.

That's cute.

Vitamins, huh?

Come on, Mary Beth. Don't be ridiculous. Harvey cheating?

You sound like that couldn't happen to him.

Are you saying he's incapable of fooling around?

No, I'm not insulting his manhood. It's just that, uh, you're very touchy today.

I'm sorry.

You would have to be blind not to see that you are the only woman in his life.

-Uh-huh.

So how come this fly-with-me has perfect plumbing

and our sink is stopped up?

-Well. -Ah. You should see her legs.

-They go all the way up to her dimples. -Man on the floor!

-Door's open.

-The arraignment was pushed up.

-To nine this morning.

We missed it! Oh!

So what's the formal charge?

Assault with a deadly weapon. Her face!

-Well, where're you guys headed?

-Falafel. -At nine-thirty in the morning?

Okay, tell them to throw an egg on it.

You going to see Polaski?

Yeah, at ten and then, uh, Legal Aid.

Nice old guy, that Polaski. I always liked him.

How come everybody knows him?

I used to answer his calls when I was walking a beat as they say.

Chronic complainer.

So you're the guy who always showed up two hours after the fact.

Holds a grudge too.

You call that trial? They don't give me chance to talk.

Now it was just a preliminary hearing, Mr. Polaski.

Just to determine the facts.

Facts. You think they are going to ruin their case with facts?

Did you hear boy

Who, Mr. Polaski?

Esteban! He was supposed to be my friend!

Mario's brother was your friend?

Yes. He say to me many times he want to get out from gang.

He say he feel better always around pigeons.

My pigeons. Oh, he, he very good with pigeons.

He used to come up my coup on roof to talk to them.

I remember...

But he was not my friend! He was scum, like others! Scum!

Your life is, your life is in danger, man.

They won't, they won't trust you,

because they'll remember when you wanted out of the gang when Lorenzo died.

The Toros are afraid, man. Afraid you'll turn on them.

You got, you got to prove yourself. I can't do it for you.

My brother is very tired.

We're running out of time, Miss Rivera. If we could ask just a few questions.

Mario.

I will tell you nothing.

If we can't help you, maybe we can help Esteban.

Stay away from my brother.

Did he have a knife? Did you have a knife? Did you have any weapon?

You listen to them, Mario.

Maybe they're right. Maybe they can get Esteban out of the gang

before he dies like Lorenzo.

As long as I live, Esteban will survive.

And if you don't?

If Esteban winds up a slab it will be your fault.

It will be you who killed him. If the Toros believe that,

that he can be influenced by the lies of a woman,

then his blood will be on your hands.

Influenced to do what?

Type and cross-match him for four units of blood.

Then put him in Trandelenberg.

Is he gonna make it?

I don't know. Right now, his chances look pretty dim.

Hey, we want to talk to you.

-You're in my way, lady. -You're in our way, punk.

Esteban. You're a Toro, right?

As a Toro, you live by some code of honor I don't understand.

But I can't believe in a code that can let an innocent man die in prison.

You call a murderer an innocent man?

Can't you see we're wasting our breath? He wants to be buried in a Toro jacket.

He wants to die like this. It's the Rivera family tradition, right, man?

First Lorenzo, then Mario. How much time do you think you've got

before you check out for your own funeral?

When'd you lose your interest in pigeons, Estaban?

Listen, if you're still counting on all that bunk about the system

guaranteeing a free ride for Polaski, forget it.

Listen to me. Use your brains. You want to be part of a gang?

You've been part of a human gang since the day you were born. Act like a member!

We know Polaski isn't lying.

We know there were knives.

And I'm telling you there were no knives.

-We can help you! -I don't need your help!

Who else have you got? Your brother Toros?

Look, why don't you, uh, leave us alone, huh? Mario, my sister and me. Okay?

Oh! How do you, how do you reach a kid like that?

Reach him?

He has been weaned on mother's milk and a thousand-year-old tradition of macho garbage.

Save your heart, M.L.

Oh, I got to call Harvey. Something about, uh, meatloaf or something.

Something to go with the meatloaf.

Parsley.

This is Lacey, 360. Could you get me my home number, please. 555-1519.

-I can't remember what it was.

No, it's not it.

-Busy. -Uh-huh.

He's probably giving the stewardess his meatloaf recipe.

Esteban. I don't think you like our jacket.

I'm a Toro, bro. And I'll die a Toro too.

Yeah, that's not the way you talked a year ago. You wanted out then.

Now you're different?

Yeah, man. I tell you. I swear it's different Guillermo, all right? It's different, man.

Look at that. Look at that. Hey, I want to ride with you.

-Hey! -Hey!

Ah-ha! You got my message.

Yeah. "Got held up, sorry. Be home A.S.A.P. Hope you like anchovy."

-Yuch! -No. There's no anchovy. It's okay. Mom's kidding.

I tried to call you but, uh, somebody was on the phone for an hour and a half.

It was off the hook. Hey, I was impressed with your ingenuity.

You could have had some guy in a blue and white knocking on the door, huh?

No, too easy.

Why was the phone off the hook?

Dad got tired of all the drips in the building.

Hey, okay, cool it, huh? Hey, I was getting all these complaints from the tenants.

-Lynnie gave them to me. Neat, huh?

You get yours yet Harvey?

-Hello. -Hi.

Hi, Chris!

Started anything hot and heavy yet with Harvey?

Does knocking off a pizza together fit?

Married life. Listen, I want you to wipe the tomato paste off your

cheek and get yourself together 'cause we're gonna go to Petrie's wife's shower.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. He doesn't want us there, remember?

He will.

Tonight is the perfect night to settle this whole thing.

We're gonna show the wives that we're just a couple of hard-working cops

with no designs on their husbands. We can't avoid this thing forever.

Why not?

Mary Beth, don't you want to make those poor ladies feel better?

Don't you realize that until they get a look at us, their fantasies are gonna make

them miserable.

I just got home!

Look at, plain is the name of the game. I'm wearing my tweed jacket and my pearls and my

tan skirt. I think what you should wear is your blue suit and that yuck

green blouse. You look awful in that.

Thank you very much.

I already picked up the presents. So you don't have to worry about that.

I'm gonna be there in fifteen minutes. Okay?

Chris.

Honey!

What?

You want to go to rotten Claudia Petrie's shower?

Well, how come I'm suddenly invited?

You're not. Neither am I.

You can afford to be a feminist, honey, I told her.

Me, all I got going for me are big bazooms.

Ooh, it must be Lieutenant Samuels. He's the only one missing.

Uh. Come on. I'll get it, hon.

Okay.

Petrie, Petrie, Petrie. Hey, how're you doing?

Look, Petrie, if this is really below the belt, we could just disappear.

No, no, no, no, no. It's, it's okay. Come on in.

It was a dumb move not inviting you in the first place.

All right. You sure?

-Yeah, I'm sure. -In that case, you get to keep these.

What'd you do that for? -Spite.

-Come on in. -I wish Harvey was here.

Why?

I, I, it would just... It'd look better if there was guys with us.

You're right. I should have rented a fiance.

Honey, honey. These are the, uh... guys I was talking about.

This is, uh, Christine Cagney.

How do you do. It's very nice to meet you.

-And, uh, I'm sorry, Lacey. -Mary Beth.

- Mary Beth, Mary Beth. -This is Mary Beth Lacey.

-This is my wife, Claudia. Uh, Bonita Velasquez. -Hello.

-Uh... -Did I hear Christine and Mary Beth?

Yeah, we do have first names, Isbecki.

-Christine and Mary Beth! Let me get you a drink. -Good idea.

Excuse me. Miss Cagney. Or is it Mrs. Cagney?

No, I'm, I'm single, but looking.

Kind of improves your chances, huh, with, uh, so many men around?

Here, here's your drink. Here you go, Mary Beth.

-Oh! -Oh, Mary Beth, I'm sorry.

It's all right. I look lousy in it anyway.

Uh, there's the bathroom. It's up the stairs and down the hall on the left

next to the bedroom.

Do you work closely with Rod?

Rod Petrie's the best. Whenever I'm in over my head, I always ask him.

I can learn a lot from him.

Yeah, that's why we call him the professor at home. Isn't that right, professor?

Listen, I hear they're holding Polaski for assault.

Yeah, I think he's getting a bum rap.

Unless you got witness... Any luck?

But I think Esteban Rivera wants out of the Toros. What do you think his chances are?

Slim to none.

You used to be involved in all that. You got out.

His sister, Anna's going to college. She's all right, so what is with

this kid and his thousand-year-old revenge game

He's a punk kid who doesn't know who he is.

His manhood is going to be judged by the Toros.

Don't count on him to fink on his friends.

He's dead if he does. And they'll do it in style.

They'll take him out to Gladiator territory, make a ruckus,

and they'll let them do it for them.

Oh, Bon! Listen, get me another scotch on the rocks, will you, please.

You've had enough. We're going home.

Home? It's not even ten o'clock yet.

I'm nauseous and pregnant, remember?

Women!

Go dance with your wife.

Yeah.

Mary Beth! You should see Petrie's hot house. It's just unbelievable!

I'll take a raincheck, huh? Let's get out of here.

What, what? Do you have to go?

Yeah, sorry.

Thank you for having us, Mrs. Petrie. It was really a lovely shower. Honest.

Hi, chief, bye, chief.

Hey, what, what're you two doing here?

Us? We're the life of the party.

It wasn't my fault you left your coat at the party.

-I suppose it was mine. -We need a drink.

Don't you think you've had enough.

What do you want? I'll surprise you.

Don't bother. I'll just wring this out in a glass.

Two vodkas on the rocks. Run a tab.

Oh, don't tell me this place is straight.

Thanks.

What was with Petrie's wife?

I, I haven't been so polite to anybody since the nuns and she burst into tears.

It has to do with being pregnant and seeing yourself as a zeppelin

instead of a hot number.

But it's so obvious he's crazy about her.

Yeah! But it doesn't take a lot of paranoia to imagine your husband's

looking around when you're starting to get a little tired

and your self image isn't that great.

And there's a face hanging around him that's prettier and newer than yours.

You're thinking about Harve, and coffee-tea-or-me.

I was not.

But I am now.

I'll see you tomorrow, Chris.

What're you doing to me?

How many times do you want me to repeat this?

She doesn't turn me on.

Then how come you're always in that apartment, fixing that dripping faucet.

-Because that's my job! -Even when the faucet stops dripping?

-Why don't you just admit it, Harvey.

Admit she turns you on. You're not dead, Harvey. You're only married.

Don't you think there's a few guys that give me a little rush?

Like who?

Tom Selleck.

Tom Selleck?

Don't worry. Harvey. He's in Hawaii.

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Well, if you're not up for work by now, you're gonna be late.

So we're gonna help you get started here with some hot, new music to get that blood

pumping through those veins. So wake up, Big Apple!

Sometimes that husband of mine is cuter than Kermit the Frog.

Please, don't make any sicker than I already am.

You hate when I'm happy, don't you?

Do you have to smoke?

You know, I don't want to sound like a broken record.

But you too could feel this good. Say the word and Harve will give Dave Travers

your number. And pretty soon, you'll have a smile on your face just like this.

No smile, no numbers, no fix Got it?

I got it. Oh, I talked to Claudia this morning.

Claudia?

Yeah, Mrs. Petrie. Remember her? Pregnant, your hostess from last night?

Oh yeah. The zeppelin.

You're such a prize in the morning. Anyway, she was real nice.

She admitted she was being very paranoid.

Petrie's never given her any reason to be jealous.

And she apologized for being such stupid last night.

And you want me to get married?

That's it okay.

What's on the program?

We're gonna knock on more closed doors. We're gonna try to find some poor

witness who's been spending sleepless nights over this whole thing.

I still think Esteban's our weak link. As a matter of fact, he's our only hope.

But how do you get him to break that code of theirs?

It's simple. You don't.

Morning.

That was some hell of a party you had last night. Made the top ten.

Right just below Isbecki's bris. Have a nice day.

Good morning, Christine. And how are we this morning?

The bicarb is by the water cooler.

-Both.

What do you think, La Guardia?

About what?

About last night.

Are we blackballed out of the old boys' club?

Will last night's episode leak into our professional lives?

She wants to know if we're ever gonna be invited to another party.

Actually, there've been several sociological studies on the merits of

separation as it applies to one's personal and professional life.

Mario Rivera just died. It's murder now.

It was in June he says.

Oh, no, no. No, it was in Spring. Because he remembers the

cherry blossom was blooming.

Hang on, hang on a minute. Hang on. I just want a description of the...

Will you tell him I just want a description of the man who broke into his store.

You have to let him tell it in his own way.

Sweetheart, by the time he's finished telling me, the thief will be in Canada.

Yes, I hear you.

We're on it right now. Look, you've got to get a hold of yourself.

-She's hysterical.

We're on our way. Anna. The Toros just broke into the house and dragged Esteban out.

It never ends. According to Velasquez, they'll take him to Gladiator territory.

That way it'll look like the Gladiators wiped him out.

That can't be too hard to find. The Gladiators only control a few square blocks.

Let's go.

Hey, Toro!

Hey, Toro!

Hey, Toro.

Hey, hey! Hold it right there. Don't get stupid now!

You! On the roof! Hold it! Let him go!

The next one's gonna go right through you!

I would have died a Toro, man! I would have never told about the knives,

never! But you turned me out. You tried to kill me, man!

Now I don't owe you nothing! You understand that, man? I don't owe you nothing!

Mrs. Polaski's gonna be a very happy woman.

Mary Beth. If you take her another gallon of Harvey's chicken soup,

I'll never, ever speak to you again. Ever!