Cagney & Lacey (1981–1988): Season 1, Episode 4 - Street Scene - full transcript
Cagney and Lacey are accused of racial prejudice when they investigate a gangland beating
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.
(SIREN BLARING)
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?
-Okay?
-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?
(OPENING THEME PLAYING)
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.
-Huh?
You got any spare treats?
-Homemade oatmeal cookies.
-Perfect.
-Hey, Petrie.
-Huh?
-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, counselor.
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? Huh?
Cops eat.
-Tonight.
-Eight.
Great.
PETRIE: We caught him
red-handed, Lieutenant. He
broke the old lady's jaw.
Can't wait.
(PHONE RINGING)
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.
-Huh?
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?
-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... (WHISTLES)
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?
-Any luck on that stake out?
-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.
(KNOCKING)
Yeah?
Angela!
Angela, where've you been?
Huh?
-Are you George Dawes?
-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? Huh?
Where're these relatives now?
Well, they're just visiting.
They're traveling 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.
-You?
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.
-And you know what he does?
-What?
-Nothing.
-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?
-No. What was it?
-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?
-Did you make it?
-Yes.
Then I don't want it.
Some more wine?
Chris. What's wrong
with you tonight?
Nothing.
-Problem at work?
-No.
-Trouble with your partner?
-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?
(DOORBELL BUZZING)
-Mary Beth!
-Yeah?
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.
-Um?
Did you find out about the
wife before or after?
None of your business.
-What is it?
-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.
(PHONE RINGING)
What? Homicide?
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.
-Where?
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-feed her, Mrs. Dawes?
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.
-Yeah?
You're under arrest.
What for?
For the murder of your
daughter, Lynne.
Oh!
-You all right?
-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.
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.
(SIREN BLARING)
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?
-Okay?
-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?
(OPENING THEME PLAYING)
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.
-Huh?
You got any spare treats?
-Homemade oatmeal cookies.
-Perfect.
-Hey, Petrie.
-Huh?
-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, counselor.
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? Huh?
Cops eat.
-Tonight.
-Eight.
Great.
PETRIE: We caught him
red-handed, Lieutenant. He
broke the old lady's jaw.
Can't wait.
(PHONE RINGING)
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.
-Huh?
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?
-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... (WHISTLES)
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?
-Any luck on that stake out?
-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.
(KNOCKING)
Yeah?
Angela!
Angela, where've you been?
Huh?
-Are you George Dawes?
-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? Huh?
Where're these relatives now?
Well, they're just visiting.
They're traveling 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.
-You?
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.
-And you know what he does?
-What?
-Nothing.
-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?
-No. What was it?
-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?
-Did you make it?
-Yes.
Then I don't want it.
Some more wine?
Chris. What's wrong
with you tonight?
Nothing.
-Problem at work?
-No.
-Trouble with your partner?
-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?
(DOORBELL BUZZING)
-Mary Beth!
-Yeah?
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.
-Um?
Did you find out about the
wife before or after?
None of your business.
-What is it?
-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.
(PHONE RINGING)
What? Homicide?
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.
-Where?
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-feed her, Mrs. Dawes?
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.
-Yeah?
You're under arrest.
What for?
For the murder of your
daughter, Lynne.
Oh!
-You all right?
-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.