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I get home last night,
and I am starving,

so I called Sabatinos
and ordered some spaghetti.

- Oh, they deliver?
- I went by to pick it up.

You were at
Sabatinos last night?

Around 8:30.

They make a mean marinara,
don't they?

If I saw you there,
somebody else might have.

- Gee lives in that neighborhood.
- I know.

Besides, I thought you and
Ballard had called it quits.

Well, we did.
For about 24 hours.

You're not gonna blow
the whistle on us, are you?

Terri. Terri!

- Hey, Falsone.
- Hey. What?

How come every time a pretty
woman strolls in the squadron,

she strolls in looking for you?

This is Josephine Pitt.
She'd like a word with you.

- Hi. Paul Falsone.
- Hi.

- Can I help you with something?
- Uh, I saw you on the news,

uh, maybe eight months ago now.

You solved that old murder.

That little girl
that was shot in the 30s.

Oh, Clara Sloan. Yeah.

What, you know
something about the Sloan case?

No. I, uh.

I have a case of my own.
It's a little more recent.

- It's from '72.
- '72 is still
plenty stale.

- I know.
- What's your victim's name?

Jeffrey Pitt.
My younger brother.

'72. So he's
a child when he dies.

18 months.

- You know who killed him?
- I did.

Homicide.

- Sergeant Roger Fisk,
- Detective Tim Bayliss.

- Detective Laura Ballard.
- So what do we got?

Got a white male,
early thirties.

Looks like he's
been dead a few days.

Some kids
were back here playing,

found a body,
called it in.

- Addict?
- Enough tracks on his arms

to lay down a new spur line
for the B and O.

Uh, what makes you think it's
a homicide, not an overdose?

Check his left ear.

Well, that looks like
an entrance wound there.

Check the back of the head.

That looks like an exit wound.

It's just my opinion.

- ...
- Dead hype, shooting gallery.

Aren't you the primary on this?

You answered the phone,
my brother.

What was I thinking, huh?

I'm only three years old.
I don't remember that much.

Well, tell us what'd you do.

Uh, it's '72.
What time of year?

August.
It's hot.

Uh, we don't have
air conditioning, and my

father's giving
us a bath to cool down.

It's me and
Jeffrey in the same tub.

Jeffrey is screaming.

He's got shampoo in his eyes.

My father's
trying to calm him down.

My mother comes in,
and she yells at my father.

They're yelling.
He's shrieking.
The phone's ringing.

One of them goes to answer it.

It's crazy and hectic.

And then it gets quiet.
Just like that.

It's me.
And it's Jeffrey.

It's me in the bathtub
and him on the tile.

And I look down, and there's
blood coming out of his mouth.

What happened next?

Um, that's it.
That's all I remember.

Nothing after that point?

I know they leave me in
the tub a long time.

I know my parents
tell the detectives that they
saw me drop the baby.

They say that I don't mean to,
that I'm just a kid.

The detectives leave,
and it's over.

For the next 15 years, Jeffrey's
name is hardly mentioned.

I get to be 17 or 18.
I start having bad dreams,

asking a lot
of questions to my parents.

They sent me to a shrink.

The shrink
said that I didn't hurt

Jeffrey on purpose and
I should just let it go.

But I can't.
I don't think I did it.

I just don't
think I dropped him.

I don't think I did it.

So after 26 years,
what changes your mind

about what you've been told?

- This does.
- You're pregnant?

I-- I had my first
sonogram yesterday,

and I'm lying on the table,

and I see this
image up on the screen.

The little arms. The little
head. Little heart beating.

The nurse asked if
I wanted to know the sex.

She said it was a boy
and all these images came
rushing back to me.

Jeffrey on the floor,
the water, the blood.

Is there any
way that you can help me?

I solved one crusty
murder, all of a sudden,
I'm Cold Case Falsone.

Ah, you whined and
complained when you caught

the Sloan case,
and look how that turned out.

You get a clearance
and a commendation.

Yeah, well,
that's because I started out

with actual, real,
honest to goodness evidence.

This lady gave us
nothing to go on.

I've got to waste
my time because she's got
a guilty conscience?

- All yours detectives.
- Thank you.

I guess we should start
by contacting

the detective who caught
the case.

I can't wait.

Last thing I want to do is

deal with another
cantankerous retired old timer.

Well, this detective is not
retired, but he is cantankerous.

- You recognize the name?
- Oh, yeah, buddy.

I'm afraid you will, too.

Detective Al Giardello.

- Jeffrey Pitt.
- Does he ring any bells?

I'm a grandfather, Falsone.

My bells are a bit rusty.

Jeffrey Pitt was an 18 month old
boy who fell out of the bathtub.

It was one of my first cases.

He was dropped by his sister.
She was a mad toddler herself.

So you do remember.

Everyone remembers
their first murdered child.

Jeffrey Pitt was my
first murdered child as a
homicide detective.

Little girl's wrapped in a...

bath towel,
frightened out of her mind.

Well, that scared little girl
is all grown up. Josephine Pitt.

Now she thinks she didn't do it.

She wants to reopen the case.

If we reopen every cold case
someone called in to question,

we wouldn't have
time for the new murders.

- That mean we ought to leave it?
- Give it a day.

If nothing turns up, it goes
back into the deep freeze.

The cold weather plays
havoc with my estimates,

but I would say he was
dead approximately 48 to

96 hours before he was found.

- And cause of death?
- Heroin overdose.

The back of
his skull was missing.

He was shot
in the head at close range
with a large caliber weapon.

He was dead already.

The gunshot wound
was inflicted postmortem.

- Postmortem?
- Would you like my guess?

- Yeah.
- Some kids wandered by.

They happened to
see him lying there.

They took
the opportunity to test

fire their latest
illegal handgun purchase.

Death by misadventure.

Okay, thank you.

Josephine sent you, didn't she?

As a matter of fact, she did.

She came by
here last night wanting

to talk about Jeffrey's death.

And what did you tell her?

There wasn't
anything new to tell her.

So you've talked
about this with her before?

Oh, Josie first
came to her father and me,

what, about ten years ago?

Howard and I thought
she was old enough.

We told her the story.

Then we asked her to move on.

We'd always forgiven her, but...

we wanted
her to forgive herself.

But she wasn't able to?

Once or twice a year,
she would come back to me

or Howard and just insist

that we tell
her the story again.

And then finally,
after Howard died,

I just decided enough was
enough.

I thought maybe if I just
refused to talk to her about it,

then Josie would be forced
to put the past behind her.

- And did it work?
- For a while.

We started spending
more time together.

We'd taken
a trip on her 30th birthday.

I mean,
everything was okay.

Until yesterday.

Yesterday
she was crazier than ever.

No matter
how many times I said no,

she just kept insisting.

I know it's hard, Mrs. Pitt,
but I'm gonna have to ask

you to talk about Jeffrey.

You really think
that's gonna help my daughter?

- Yes, we do.
- Can we just go over

what happened that night?

One last time.

Everything okay, Lieutenant?

Salzone and
Stivers are not back yet?

Haven't seen them for hours.

You remember when
your sister Charisse

collapsed at the circus?

Yeah. They put
her in the hospital.

- She was what, seven?
- Six.

Do you remember what
time of year that was?

I couldn't really say...
fall, maybe?

- Not August?
- I think we were in
school already.

Why do you ask?

No reason, really.

You see Falsone or Stivers,
let me know.

Jeffrey had shampoo in
his eyes, and Howard was

trying to rinse it out.

I told my husband,
just get out of the way.

Let me see to the baby.

He said, oh,
he could handle it

and he had
everything under control.

And I said, well, sure
didn't look like that to me.

I mean, we were
snapping at each other.

The phone rang and
Howard went to get it.

- Who was calling?
- My mother.

I-- I go to the bedroom to
get the phone in there, and...

Howard runs to the linen closet
just to grab a few clean towels.

- You left the kids alone?
- Just for a minute.

I'm talking to my
mother when it happens.

The baby stops crying
and I know something's wrong.

I run back to that bathroom.

Josie was holding the baby
out over the edge of the tub,

and just as I get there,
she lets go of him.

Did your husband
see the same thing?

Jeffrey's head
hit that floor so hard.

I ran to pick him up,
and we-- we...

we breathed
into his mouth and we tried

to shake him awake, but...

It was already too late.
He just went limp in our arms.

When you were first
asked about the incident,

both you and your husband
claimed that Jeffrey

climbed out
of the tub on his own.

Yes. We decided to
lie to protect Josephine.

Your detective knew better.

He said
that Jeffrey was too small

to climb
over the edge by himself.

So we had to tell the truth,

that our daughter dropped our
son by accident.

You're sure that's
what happened? I mean,

you know, that's what you saw.

Detective,
as much as I wished that I'd

seen something else,
that's what I saw.

Hey.

Ah... How you doing?

Let me get a...

cranberry and soda.

Thanks.

- At crime scene today...
- Mm-hmm.

I thought you might be...

Interested?

Yeah, I thought
you might be interested, too.

You were right.

So what-- was it, my handshake?
Was it the handshake?

Because I can
work on that handshake.

I got gaydar.
I can tell.

Oh, I'm not gay.
No, I mean, I enjoy women, too.

Right. I see.

- So you're skeptical.
- No. No, not necessarily.

It's just... bisexuality,
it's like the existence of God.

Easy to assert, hard to prove.

Now I'm starting to feel like
our friend Josephine is crazy.

You think Madeleine
is telling the truth?

Right now, we have no
reason to suspect otherwise.

Nothing she said
contradicts Gee's report.

Josephine seemed so convinced.

More like obsessed.

And anyone would be, right?

Growing up knowing that you
killed your own brother?

You-- You'd zero in
on his death.

You'd want to
think that you didn't do it.

She'd have been better off
if her parents never told her.

Well, what were they gonna do?
Try to keep it a secret?

- Sure.
- Hmm.

Hey, speaking of secrets.
We're cool, right?

You and Laura and
your lasagna liaison?

Um.

- I haven't decided.
- You haven't decided?

You know how many
bodies I dissected in my career?

- Doctor Harlow--
- 4,689.

And you expect me to
remember one lousy name?

Jeffrey Pitt was an
18 month old.

Does that help you out any?

Let me look at the file.

Your report lists cause of death
as massive head trauma.

Sustained when his sister
dropped him to the floor.

It's right there.

- What could be clearer?
- Hold on to that, Doctor Harlow.

Did you notice
the distance Jeffrey Pitt fell?

23 inches.

You thought that was enough
to cause this fatal injury?

The right spot in his head
at just the right angle?

Sure, the bloat
could have killed him.

Did you take any X-rays,
look for additional injuries?

I don't see why I would have.

The parents said
the girl dropped the baby.

I believed
the girl dropped the baby.

The skull fracture was enough.

Which means you didn't question
the parents explanation.

Look, in those days,

we took people
like the Pitts at their word.

You never considered that one
of them might have hurt him?

It wasn't the first
thing we jumped to back then.

Accidents happened.
Tragedies happened.

Parents didn't kill
their children.

In those days.

Exactly.

- Detective Bayliss?
- He's right over there.

Yeah. Tha-- Thanks
a lot for your time.

- Okay. Hey, how you doing?
- All right.

- All right, good.
- Detective.

- Sergeant.
- Got an ID?

Nothing yet.

We're waiting on
the fingerprint lab.

So if John Doe has got a record,
maybe we'll get a pop.

And this came from the coroner.

A couple of touts down there
told me this guy was a regular

at the shooting gallery
on Fayette street.

- But they don't have a name.
- Just a street name.

- Gringo boy.
- Gringo boy...

Well, we'll find out if anyone
in narcotics knows of him.

Maybe someone ran
into him at one point.

Bayliss.

- Yeah?
- A word.

Okay, I will run
this name down right now.

Want to get some dinner tonight?
Can you get away?

- Sure. I'd like that.
- All right, see you.

- Miranda's, Fells Point, 08:00.
- Looking forward--

- Okay, good. Thanks.
- Bye.

Yeah, Gee?

- I had a visit from Gaffney.
- Gaffney, huh?

- And Mrs. Gaffney.
- Mrs. Gaffney?

You can imagine.
- Yeah.

Well, they're very upset.

Apparently their twelve year
old son was surfing the Internet

and Mrs. Gaffney
caught him reading a website.

Some musings
about law enforcement,

religion and
alternative sexuality.

Ah. Wow.

So were they upset by the sexual

stuff or by
the spirituality stuff?

Well,
a member of this unit

discussing his private
life on a public forum.

Yeah, but it's not public.
It's anonymous.

I mean, that's
the point of the web.

Well, it's
not anonymous anymore.

Ever since
the Siegel Slasher case,

everybody
knows it's your website.

- They assume.
- Gaffney wanted the site
closed down.

He what?

He says the contents reflect
badly on the department.

But, Gee, that's outrageous.

That's an abridgment
of free speech, of basic rights.

- I won't do it.
- Then you admit it's yours.

They can't force
you to close down the site.

No, they can't.

And there's nothing wrong,
per se,

with your religious belief or

- your sexual orientation.
- No, there's not.

The department's policy
strictly forbids

discrimination in these areas.

Yeah. Yeah.
As it damn well should.

Look, I've got to warn you, man.

You've got to keep a low
profile with this stuff.

Otherwise you're
committing career suicide.

Now what?

I don't know.
We tell Josephine, yes,

you definitely did it,
based on this guy's opinion?

Well, just because he's a crank
doesn't mean he's incompetent.

No.

Besides,
what are our other options?

We have no one else to talk to
and no other steps to take.

- Short of digging up the body.
- I'd hate to do that.

Unless we're pretty sure
we're gonna find something.

Let Gee decide.
After all, it is his case.

The original ME.
Who's that... Scheiner?

- Glenn Harlow.
- Glenn Harlow?

He's retired
and living in Pikesville.

He's not the most competent
fellow you'd ever hoped to meet.

He's a lush.
At least he was.

Used to cut up
bodies while stinking of gin.

Well, he did have the look

of a guy
who likes his Tanqueray tonics.

I know three or four rulings
of his that were overturned.

The man only kept his
job because his brother-in-law
was a state senator.

Finally,
the commission of post mortem

examiners
fired him around '79, '80.

A lab tech
opened the freezer and

found a bottle of booze
cooling next to the kidneys.

You two get
over to the cemetery.

I'll call off the ground crew.

You know,
you don't have to be here.

Yes, I do.

God, look how tiny he is.

Here you go, the
remains of young Mister Pitt.

Okay, starting at the top,
here's your head fracture, here.

I-- I have to agree with Harlow.

What we see
here could be the result

of a fall from,
um, from tub height.

This kid, he could-- he could
very well have died

from this injury alone.

Except?

Except the rest of the fractures
did not come from that fall.

The one at the right wrist,
the one at the left femur.

They were already healed
at the time of death.

Which means they were
broken months before the fall.

Charisse, this is dad.

Give me a call when
you get this message.

There's a question
I want to ask you.

I also found significant
trauma to the cerebral cortex.

The kind that we see
when a baby is shaken.

The mother said they shook
Jeffrey trying to revive him.

Whatever happened in
the bathroom, this kid...

wasn't just dropped
by his three year old sister.

He was battered
by a grown up.

So are you sure
that Stivers saw us?

She comes in to pick
up her dinner, there we are.

Cozied in the corner.

Serves us right, too.

We knew Sabatino's was risky.

Okay, so we won't
eat downtown anymore.

We've always
wanted to go to Loco Hombre.

Anyway, so why
don't we eat there tonight?

Munch eats that Loco Hombre
at least twice a week.

Okay.
How about Cafferty's?

That's out of the way.

Ah, it's not
out of the way enough.

I think our best bet
is just staying home.

Well, hey, it's either
that or drive out to the county.
Your choice.

Oh.

Whichever. Whatever.

I gotta say,
I am less and less into
this whole on the sly business.

So, what are you saying?
You're bored?

I'm saying I'm gonna be.

So are you. Paul,
you know, we're stuck in here.

Sooner or later,
we're gonna get really sick
of each other,

start going stir crazy.

Well, then we'll
deal with that then.

But...

But...

But for now,

I'll settle
for just plain crazy.

- Hey, y'all know
Ravich from Robbery?
- Yes.

I'm coming up in the elevator.
You know what he asked me?

He asked me how things
are going up in "homo-cide."

- You believe that?
- That idiot Anderson

from Auto sprang
the same witticism on me.

You know, Bayliss
better watch his P's and Q's.

He don't quit
messing around like this,

he's gonna give the whole unit
a dubious reputation.

Well, it's too late.
Half the department's
logged onto his website.

The other half wants to.

Last I checked, there
was no name on that website.

How does everybody
know it belongs to Bayliss?

It's male intuition, Sheppard.
We know, okay?

I don't see what
everybody's so worked up over.

If you boys were a little more
secure in your own sexuality,

you wouldn't give a damn
what Ravich in Robbery says

or even think twice
about Bayliss love life.

Gringo boy,
cops all the time down
in Belmont and Park.

Haunts the corners.
What gringo boy do?
Kill somebody?

- Is this him?
- Ouch.

Hard to say.

Yeah, I think so.

So gringo boy
got taken off, huh?

Uh, yeah.
You know his real name?

Kenneth. Kenneth Rooney.

Is that his record?

Possession, burglary.
Nothing too fancy.

Thank you.

So do you know an address?

- Family next to kin?
- Had a wife named Loretta.

They used to shoot up together.

She hasn't been around
for a while, though.

I heard she checked herself
in Sinai's methadone clinic.

They may have
an address for her over there.

All right, well,
let's take a ride.

Thank you.

I don't know
what his problem was.

He wouldn't even look at you.

Yeah, seems
like I'm getting a big shun

from everybody today.

I think I need a new deodorant.

Yeah, or everyone else needs
a new attitude.

It's like we're not allowed
to have a personal life
around here.

Of course not.
We're homicide cops.

Homicide cops
aren't supposed to have sex.

Any hint of romance
is strictly off limits.

One wayward glance
could have started hollering.

One innocent affair,
no one takes you seriously.

It's enough to make you want
to give it up altogether.

Maybe that's the answer then.

what?

Maybe we just stay celibate.

Yeah?

Miss Josephine here?

I want to talk to my daughter.

You've had plenty
of time to talk to her.

I told you the other night
she was acting crazy.

And now, I mean,
she'd just gone over the edge.

Why don't
you let us decide that?

Care to step right in here.

Stivers.

That's Madeline Pitt,
the mother.

Just went in with Falzone.

I recognize her.

Right.
I guess you would.

You wouldn't want to take over,
would you?
I mean, if you do--

Oh, no, detective.
I trust you.

Just find out what happened.

Right.

Excuse me. Do you work here?

I do.

I'm looking for
Detectives Falsone or Stivers.

They're busy
conducting an interview.

Oh, I see.

Is there a problem?

I'm-- I'm Josephine Pitt.

That's my mother in there.

Hi, Roger.

What the hell
are you doing here?

You, uh, you got a second?

I got nothing to say to you.

You stood me up.

I couldn't make it.

Are you telling people things?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

All of a sudden,
I'm getting these queer looks.

I'm getting
a cold shoulder from people.

I don't need to tell anybody
anything about you, Bayliss.

Everyone's seen your website.

It's all over the department.

You're the butt
of everybody's jokes.

It's, uh, it's just...

Ignorance.

Look, you already made
detective.

I'm still in uniform.

You want to be some kind
of crusader, that's on you.

Crusader?

I don't know what
you're worried about, Roger.

I would not
have been outed you.

Damn right.

Damn right you won't out me.

You want to know
what I've been telling people?

You made a pass at me
and I turned you down.

That's--

That's not-- That wasn't--

That's not necessary.
Why would you?

Leave me alone or
I'll kick your faggot ass.

He fell out
of his high chair?

He fell out of his high chair.

He broke his leg and his wrist.

I mean, I can show
you the hospital records.

Let me ask you this.

Did you and your husband
ever punish your kids?

Sure.

Of course,
when they misbehaved.

Only back then,
we didn't call it punishment.

We called it discipline.

And how would you do that?

How would you
discipline your children?

I don't know what-- the--

The usual way, you, uh,

you withhold their allowance,
you limit their tv.

Did you ever discipline
your children physically.

If they were very, very bad,

what, they might
have gotten a spanking.

Which meant what exactly?

What do you think
a spanking means?

It's a little swat
on the bottom.

Wait, wait, wait.

And you listen to me.

Except for a very rare spanking,

Howard and I never raised
a hand to those children.

What has Josie told you?

That night in the bathroom
when Jeffrey wouldn't
stop crying,

- did he get a spanking then?
- No!

Your baby died that night.
You never got over it.

But what else happened?

We don't think you told us
everything, Madeline.

We think you left something out.

God, you sound
just like my daughter.

"Oh, tell me
everything, Mama.

What happened then, Mama?
How high was the tub, Mama?

How much did he weigh? Mama?"

Just over and over
and over again,

the same question, and
I don't know what else to say.

How about the truth?

I told you the truth.

What do you people really want?

You want me to say that I saw
something that I didn't see?

Ah.

You want me to lie.

Excuse us.

We're getting nowhere, Gee.

I can see that.

She's hiding something.

Jeffrey didn't break
those bones falling out
of his high chair.

Leave her in there a while.

She had that night simmering
in her head for a long time.

It's gonna boil over eventually.

Josie.
Let's just go home now.

We can talk there instead.

I don't want
to go home, Mama.

Well, I do.

It's been half an hour, Gee.

Well, I'll get
them out of there.

- No.
- No?

Let them have
a minute alone together.

Tell me what really
happened that night, Mama.

Honey, I already have.

Not the story
you've told me before.
The truth.

Just start at the beginning.

You're downstairs
in the kitchen.

Ah. I talked
to the travel agent yesterday.

Guess what?
She thinks she can get
us a better rate for our cruise.

875 for an upper deck suite,

for $100 more,
we get our own veranda.

I'm not going
on any cruise with you, mama.

Oh, honey, of course you are.

It's your 30th birthday present.

My birthday?

Do you know where
I spend my birthday every year?

I go to the cemetery.

to Jeffrey's grave.

For the past ten years,
I go

and I stand in front
of his grave and I think,

"I'm sorry, Jeffrey.

I'm sorry that I get
to be a year older

and you never
get to grow up because of me."

Oh, honey, don't say that.

Why not?
It's true, isn't it?

I'm watching them
pull his coffin out of the dirt,

and I'm wondering
what's left inside.

I mean, could there be anything
left after all this time gone?

Or is he just dried out bones?

You should never, never have
let them disturb your brother.

I tried to picture
Jeffrey when he was alive,

when he was living
and breathing and whole.

And I realized I have no real
idea of what he looked like.

I just have
this one blurry photo.

And where did you get that?

We looked alike,
didn't we, Mama?

We had the same mouth.

Where are the rest
of the pictures, Mama?

Why did you get rid of them?

- We were trying to protect you.
- To protect me?

You got rid of the pictures
because you couldn't take
looking at them.

You don't want to talk because
you don't want to remember,

because you know
what really happened.

You don't want me
to tell you what happened.

- You will regret it.
- No, I won't.

Because you're right.

You don't know the whole story.

Your father
and I lied for a reason.

What could be worse
than what I already know?

- The truth.
- Then it wasn't an accident?

- No.
- I didn't drop him.

Oh, you dropped him, all right.

- You did it on purpose.
- What?

I mean,
all children are jealous
of their younger siblings,

but just not nearly as vicious
as you were with Jeffrey.

You wanted that child out
of our lives from the minute
he was born.

Your father
and I just never imagined
that you would take it so far.

And I didn't.

Then you tell me,
how do you think

you broke those two bones?

Oh, what?
I did that, too?

You lifted
the lid of the high chair.

You pushed him out.

I'm three years old, Mama.

I wouldn't hurt him on purpose.

Honey, your father
and I always forgave you.

You're making it up, mom.
I don't believe you.

Neither do I.

Detective Giardello.

Lieutenant Giardello.
- Lieutenant.

- You've been listening.
- I have.

Then you
understand why we lied.

Oh, I understand
perfectly now, yes.

I mean, wasn't it
better for everyone

if we just let her think

that she dropped him
by accident?

- But she didn't
drop him by accident.
- No.

And she didn't drop
him on purpose, either.

Yes, she did.
That's the part we left out.

I think you left out
a lot more than that.

You never saw Josephine lift

- Jeffrey from the tub.
- Yes, I did.

You never saw him
pushed from a high chair.

Oh, please.
You know the whole story now.

Either you or your husband
broke Jeffrey's bones.

Josephine, would you please
tell the lieutenant

that we're finished here?

Now, which one of you was it?

I would never harm my own baby.

Was it dad, Mama?
He let you push him around,

but there was a temper there.

- I saw him slap you once.
- Never.

He never once
raised a hand to me.

You are remembering it wrong.

Or maybe you are!

Maybe it all starts the same.

Howard has both kids in the tub.

Jeffrey's crying.

He wants him to stop,
but nothing seems to help.

Then you come upstairs,
you fight with each other.

The baby gets louder
and dad loses control.

Maybe he lifts
Jeffrey out of the water.

He won't stop crying,
so he gives him a shake.

And as you stand there
and watch him,

- he shakes him harder.
- And harder.

And harder
and harder and harder.

Now, you listen to me.

My husband was a decent man.

He worked that same job
every day for 36 years,

day in and day out.

He may not have been perfect,
but he was a good father.

And he took care of us.

What would I have
done without him? Tell me!

Come on, you tell me.
Tell me.

Was that it?

If dad went to jail,
you'd be left alone?

You never worked
a day in your life.

You were scared,
and so you lied.

Josephine, if that's what
you need to think, you go ahead.

- Think it.
- Right.

But every decision I made,

every sacrifice,
was for you.

I'm going home.

I remember your husband.

He seemed to be a decent man.

He said to me
he'd lost his only son.

Said to me
he'd never have another.

When I asked him why,

do you know what he answered?

He said, "My wife didn't want
to have any more children."

That the boy was an accident.

I should have known right then

what really happened.

Did your husband
know it was you?

Or did you have him fooled, too?

26 years of living the same lie.

- She almost pulled it off, too.
- Yeah, almost.

You know, that's the key.
You see it over and over again.

You conceal
the truth long enough,

and it always comes back
to bite you.

I guess that's what's
gonna happen to me, huh?

Not that what you
and ballad have got going

comes anywhere close
to what misses Pitt hid,

but a secret
is a secret just the same.

Point taken.
Thanks for not telling Gee.

Well, I decided the man
had enough on his mind.

But you two work it out, okay?

Cause if Gee comes to me
and asks me,
I'm not gonna lie to him.

Goodbye, gringo boy. Uh!

What do you say,
let's go across the street
and get something to drink?

Uh, no, thanks.

Oh, well, we can go
someplace else if you want.

You know, last night,
Paul and I went
through the city paper,

and we came up with a whole
plethora of possible hideouts.

Well, I think
that I'm just gonna go home.

Oh, why? Cause you're
letting them get to you now?

Put it this way,
and we were joking earlier,

you know, I think
that that celibacy option's

starting to sound
better and better.

- Come on.
- No.

It's either that
or it's quit being a cop.

Because I don't know
how to believe what I believe

and be who I am and do what I do
all at the same time.

Well, I think that you're
managing pretty damn well.

Tim, what,
so people have to be mean?

They have to be immature?
So what?

It's hard enough working
through these things on my own.

I did not set out
to be some sort of crusader.

Then don't be.

Ignore them.

I wish it were that easy.

Am I interrupted?

Oh, not at all.

Come on in.

- So?
- So.

You were right.

I spoke to Charisse,
and she got sick in October.

Well, you never told me
why you were asking.

Falzone and Stivers
caught a cold case.

The Pitt case, right?

I heard about that,
little girl killed her brother.

Yes. And as it turns out,
she wasn't guilty.

The mother beat the boy

and blamed the daughter.

The father believed the mother.

And the rookie detective,

he was too young and arrogant
to see through her story.

And that detective was you.

I knew
that Charisse had a scare
around the same time.

I thought maybe
there might be an overlap.

Maybe my mistake
might make sense.

Maybe I was too concerned
with my own kid

to concentrate on the Pitt case.

Maybe.

But the timing was all wrong.

Jeffrey died in August.

Are you going
to charge the mother?

That's up to
the state's attorney.

At least the daughter
knows what happened, right?

You got to feel good about that.

Oh, I feel terrific.

Josephine grows up
blaming herself

when she did nothing wrong.

She'll never speak
to the mother again.

And what about the dad?

He died last year.

He'll never see his grandson.

Did you ask
Charisse about the baby?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.
Al's doing great.

I mean, he, you know,
she told me he weighs 14 pounds.

It's unbelievable.

She sent me some photos.

- Put some in for you too.
- She did?

I gotta say,
he looks a lot like you.

- Oh, wow.
- Look at those eyes.

Ah, puchino fortunato.

Lucky?

Yes. Look at this kid.
He's absolutely beautiful.

Unbelievable.

Oh, God.