Cagney and Lacey were to female detectives what Dr Findus is to Crispy Pancakes. A hard-nosed, big-haired two-piece with 'balls bigger than any man here', they policed the mean streets of New York with an unrivalled passion for running fast, staring at each other as if they both knew what the other was thinking and dressing as neon prostitutes. 
There's a 2-for-1 deal on tight perms at Valentino's on 7th Street, and he's using the wrong-sized curlers! 
Season 1's intro is a peach. It goes like this:
1) Walk briskly on sidewalk, Cagney's mad eyes being all mad and starey and making them look like they're up to somink they shouldn't be.
2) Cagney's on the payphone, she finds out there's a 2-for-1 deal on tight perms at Valentino's on 7th Street, and he's using the wrong-sized curlers!
3) Cue a citywide jay walk to find out if it's true and Cagney's mad Michael Johnson-esque upright running technique.
4) Scarper down naughty little back-alley (this is dangerous work y'know), into a shitty sidestreet. Kick down world's worst door with standard issue, slightly-heeled police boot, and cuff Valentino for crimes against bouffants.
5) Valentino down, our heroines are now issued with badges and the god-given NY female detective's right to dress up in mad coats and lycra tights and wander the streets of New York as faux brasses.
Ain't that the waaaa-aaaay...
(Big shout to Cagney-lite Brummie Michelle. Cheers for the heads-up on this one. Is a classic. And happy birthday!)


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