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[police radio chatter]

Well, look at this.

Looks like
somebody's doing you a favor.

So, what have we got?

11-year-old girl,
multiple stab wounds.

Name's Adena Watson.

Adena Watson?

Well, this is your chance
to do it right.

- Don't screw it up.
- Yeah.

Thanks for the vote
of confidence, Frank.

Wait a minute.

Are you sure
that this is Adena Watson?

[officer] Hey, Detective?

The guy probably
cut her with this.

What, are you nuts?
Where did you get that?

- On the table.
- [Bayliss] Well, put it back.

Put the knife back
and get out of here.

I want everyone
out of this room.

Come on. Out of the room.
Watch where you're stepping.

Hey. Come on.

Jeez. [sighs]

[dramatic music playing]

[Bayliss scoffs]

Where are the shoeprints?

Where are the bloody footprints?
They were just right here.

This is your crime scene.

[door shuts closed]

What's going on, Frank?
Don't look at me like that.

Tell me what's happening here.

The case is lost.

No, no, no, not this time.

- Not this time.
- [Pembleton] Why not?

It's a dream, Frank.

- You think so?
- [Bayliss] Yeah.

You can't even keep control
of your own crime scene.

What makes you
so sure of anything?

[police radio chatter]

[sighs]

[camera shutter clicking]

[chuckles]

It's a dream.

How do you know?

Because I've had it before.

[both laughing]

[pop music playing]

[theme music playing]

[music fades]

[indistinct chatter]

Excuse me, can I help you?

Are you a detective?

Yeah, yeah, I sure am. See?

- I need to talk.
- Uh-huh.

Well, do you need
the Homicide Unit?

Yes.

All right.
Why don't you come this way?

I'm Detective Bayliss.
What's your name?

William Devlin.

Okay, Mr. Devlin.
What can I do for you?

It won't help anybody now.

I know that.

It's too late for my father.

It's too late for Clara Slone
and her people.

But I need to say these things.

All right, why don't you just
say them right over here.

So is this information
regarding a murder?

My father

killed Clara Slone.

- Your father?
- Yes.

When did this occur?

February,

1932.

Hmm.

So your father
killed somebody in 1932.

Clara Slone.

I could have said
something earlier,

but I was...

too ashamed.

No, no.

You did the right thing
coming in.

We really appreciate
the information.

You need me
to show you the way out, sir?

- Is that all?
- That's it.

John?

Up you go.

- Thank you.
- [Bayliss] Okay.

- [knocking on door]
- [Giardello] Come in.

Hey, Gee,
can I ask you a question?

- Hypothetical?
- What's up?

Say somebody comes forward
with information

on a very old case, decades old,

and it leads to
the identification of a killer,

even though
the killer's now dead.

That would still be a clearance,
would it not?

Sure, if there's evidence
to back it up.

State's Attorney's Office
will say we solved the murder.

Why do you ask?

Well, this fella came in,
this elderly guy.

And he said
that his father had murdered

this woman back in the '30s,

and I just got to thinking,
you know, what if?

A fella come in and said what?
What?

Well, he unburdened himself
of the fact

that his father
had murdered a woman

by the name of Clara Slone.

Clara Slone?

Yeah. What, you know the name?

The Slone case is legend
in this Department.

It's the oldest unsolved slaying
still officially on the books.

Is somebody talking
about the Slone case now?

Yeah. Yeah.
I gave the guy the bum's rush.

Now I think
that I should check it out, huh?

I think ECS still has
the original evidence.

- Even the bullet.
- Okay.

Well, I'm gonna go look into it.

Hey, why was it
such a major case?

I don't remember
all the details.

This Clara Slone was, uh...

Was what?

She was a young girl,

nine, ten years old.

She was sexually molested.

- Shot in the head.
- Oh.

The body dumped in the woods.

Sounds a lot like Adena Watson.

Maybe you shouldn't even think
about going there again.

I understand, no.

It took me a long time
to get over that case.

- That's all I'm saying.
- Well, enough said.

Okay.

Falsone, something
just came over the wall.

I want you to handle it.

- What's that?
- A cold case.

- How cold is it?
- 1932.

[chuckles] You kidding?

Hey, Detective,
I'm giving you an opportunity

for a career moment here.

- 1932? Get real.
- Step into my office.

[sighs]

I don't think
we should shake this kid's tree
until we got more--

- Until we got what, Munch?
- [Munch] The whole megillah.

Well, what if this kid
smarten's up and gets a lawyer?

He won't do that until
I take one more run at him.

We need more than we got.

John, you're wrong. I'm right.

Please, trust me
on this, please.

Okay, you wanna
get him now, Frank?

- Let's get him now.
- Frank, hold on a minute there.

Y'all know
about this Clara Slone?

Yeah, the little girl
from, what, the 1920s?

Right, so you know about it?

Yeah, an old Homicide legend.
Bolander used to talk about it.

Right, Clara Slone
was shot to the head, right?

Well, how do you know
about the case?

Um, older detectives,
you know [indistinct].

Uh-huh, how come I've never
heard anything about it?

- [Falsone] Hey, Bayliss?
- [Bayliss] What?

You didn't get
this William Devlin's address?

No.

Wait a minute. Wait.

You got a lead
in the Clara Slone case?

Well, if you want
to call it that.

Listen, could you do this much?

Look for Devlin
in the phone book?

I'm going down
to Central Records.

- That case file's missing.
- How do you know?

Well when I first
came on Homicide,

the older detectives
were talking about it,

so I went down
to check it out for myself,

and the case file's
been missing for years.

Terrific.

Got a chance to put down
a 70-year-old case,
he's grumbling about it.

You know,
if this case is such a legend,

how come I don't know
anything about it?

I mean,

I've been with this unit
for six years now,

and I've never heard anyone
say anything about Clara Slone.

Look, when you caught
Adena Watson

in your first week in Homicide

and that case didn't go down,

nobody had the heart
to tell you about it, okay?

[tense music playing]

[Bayliss laughs]

[Pembleton exhales]

Here you go, Detective.

All the evidence
was signed out in 1974

and never brought back.

Just like the damn case file.

Signed out by who?

A police detective, T. Finnegan.

Who the hell is T. Finnegan?

[Finnegan singing folk song]

- You now that song?
- No, Daddy.

You never ever
sang that one before.

[doorbell dinging]

- I've got them on the run.
- [Gloria] Oh, good.

[Falsone] Hi.

I'm Detective Falsone,
Baltimore Homicide.

I need to speak
to Thomas Finnegan.

- Is everything all right?
- Everything's fine, ma'am.

- Is he in?
- Yeah, I'll get him.

Come on in.

[singing continues]

It's for you.

- A Homicide Detective.
- Really?

- Yeah?
- Thomas Finnegan?

Now, what do you need, son?

I need the case file
and all evidence

related to the Clara Slone case.

Do you have those things?

They've reopened
the investigation?

Well, sort of.
I'm gonna need those materials.

I knew it.

I knew this day would come.

If I said it, I said it
1,000 times, didn't I?

[chuckles] You sure did, Dad.

Clara Slone.

Uh, what broke it?
What's the new information?

Do you still have the case file?

Yeah, and the evidence.

I got everything we need
down in my basement.

Can I ask you why
you have evidence and documents

from a Baltimore City Police
investigation in your basement?

Because I'm the last detective
that gave a damn

about Clara Slone, that's why.

Come on.

[tense music playing]

The basement's upstairs?

[Pembleton] No, no, no, no, no.

Clara Slone is about more
than a case file.

It's Baltimore history.

That little girl,
she's been waiting
all this time to be avenged.

- [Bayliss] Avenged?
- [Pembleton] Yeah.

I mean,
even if you close the file,

it's only a paper clearance.

The killer's dead
and gone by now.

Ah, but murder, it will out.

You still get a chance
to make the truth known.

Frankie, can we go now, please?

Yeah.

I had that dream again.

- Yeah?
- [Bayliss] Yeah.

It's been months,
or maybe even a year.

You know,
the one about I'm with you

and we're back
at the Adena Watson crime scene?

Frank.

[Bayliss] But the funny thing
about this one

is that I knew it was a dream,

and I told myself that
and I woke up from it.

You see, so at some level,

I'm all right
with what happened now.

I can dream about Adena Watson

and see
the crime scene disappear

and I can see the joke in it.

We all have the dream,
the case we care about.

The crime scene,
the interrogation, maybe.

But no matter how hard we try,
it blows up in our face.

Everybody gets that.

Well, I guess
I'm not as screwed up

as I thought
I was, huh? [chuckles]

You wish you had stayed
with the Slone case?

Yeah.

[chuckles]

Maybe it's good
that you passed on it.

You know, if you had started in

with another dead little girl,
nightmares--

That wound has healed, Frank.

Why pull off the scab?

I hear you.

If I could just get
the case file--

Where's my sports coat?

[Gloria] Your what?

The navy blue one.

[Gloria]
I thought we gave that away.

Gave it away?
Why would we give it away?

The navy blue is my good one.

Oh, well.
The hell with it, then.

I've only been waiting
on this moment

since the day
they handed me a call box key.

What's a call box key?

Did I not hear you mention

that you were
a Baltimore police?

You heard right.

I suppose the next thing
you'll be telling me is

that you don't remember
six-shooters.

Well, they had already gone to
nine millimeters when I came on.

- Yeah, when was that?
- '91.

[Finnegan] Look at him, Gloria.

What's left of Baltimore
is being policed

by the likes of children.

[indistinct], listen, were you
on the desk this morning?

- Since seven, yeah.
- [Bayliss] Uh-huh.

Did you see an old guy,
kinda lost-looking,

wander out of Homicide
at any point?

Looked like he was gonna
keel over at any time?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's him.
What happened to him?

- He keeled over.
- Oh.

I had to pick him up and put him
on that bench for a while.

Eventually, we got him a ride.

You got him a ride? Okay.

Listen, I want you to get
the name of the officer,
the one who drove him home.

[Finnegan sighs]

Did you move this box?

[Gloria] I haven't touched
any of your things.

This wasn't where I left it.

Honey, we're gonna be discussing
a police matter, hmm?

Yeah, well,
I can read the case file.

There's no need for me
to take up more of your time.

Your name is what, Calzone?

- Falsone.
- Falsone.

When I was working the street,

there was no need
for Italians in the Department.

Let me show you this.

The bullet they took out of her.

...32 rimfire. Pristine condition.

Now, you could
still match that up

if you recovered a weapon.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Clara was wearing this
at the time.

Bullet hole.

Perfectly preserved.

And I know cases
where ten years after the fact,

clothes are rotted through.

Oh, jeez.

- This hers?
- [Finnegan] Yeah.

[indistinct] a real beauty.

Golden locks like that one.

[sighs]

A flush of rose in her cheeks.

So you saw her?

No, photographs.

I came on 12 years
after the killing.

So you weren't
the lead investigator.

No, it was O'Malley's case.

- Poor bastard.
- O'Malley, huh?

Yeah.
Pete O'Malley, long time dead.

So you got the file after him?

Now, that old Irish donkey
was dying of cancer in '53.

He called me
into his room at Saint Agnes

and "Tommy," he says,
"you got the Slone girl."

Now, I didn't want
to argue with him

because he looked so god-awful,

but I'm thinking to myself,

"Why me?
Why not one of the veterans?

One of the guys who was there
when the killing happened?"

He said, "Why you?

Because I knew you
when you came on

and I knew your father
when he was a police,

and you're both
damn stubborn mules."

[Falsone chuckles]

He must have
thought a lot of you.

[Finnegan] And me him.

Anyhow,
what's your new information?

Well, this old man came in

and he said his father did it.

His father's now dead.

But the story is credible?

We don't know that yet.

You know, we always figured that
that would be the way

that case would
finally be solved, you know?

Someone who lived
his whole life with the secret.

Well, thanks for your time.

Hey, I want to see
this thing through.

- Let me work it with you.
- Excuse me? You can't do that.

From my first week in Homicide

to the day I retired,
you understand me?

Weren't a day went by

that I didn't think
of Clara Slone.

How old are you?

Look, if you want,
you can talk to my boss.

- I asked you how old you are.
- 29.

I got underwear older than you.

[chuckles]
Let's talk to Giardello.

Giardello?

Who's that,
your Shift Commander?

- [Falsone] Yup.
- Yeah.

Guess the Italians
really did take over.

[panting]

- You okay there?
- Fine.

I can carry that for you.

Yeah,
and I'll teach you to shave.

It'll make us even.

Lord,

here's a name
to bite me in the ass.

[Falsone] Say what?

Uh, Patrick Kelly.

He was working robbery in '67,

took two in the chest
on Pennsylvania Avenue,

when a stakeout went bad.

I knew the family.

I was a pallbearer
at that funeral.

I got the scumbag
who did it, too.

Tell me something.

You ever have cause to think

on the ultimate sacrifice
of Detective Patrick Kelly?

No.

Yeah, me neither.

In this world, dead is dead.

[Finnegan breathing heavily]

It's this way.

[phone ringing]

- What the hell's that noise?
- What noise?

It sounds like flying saucers.

That's the phones.

Okay, we got a line
on William Devlin.

He's in a county nursing home.

Thomas Finnegan,
Detective Tim Bayliss.

- How you doing?
- How you doing?

He spent half his career
working the Clara Slone case.

Boy, more than 20 years
since I set foot in here.

I told myself, after
I got my pension

that I wouldn't be
like one of those old fossils

who keeps coming back, you know.

To tell the new generation
the lines and stories.

- You worked murders?
- Yeah.

- Tommy Finnegan.
- Hey, Stu Gharty.

Gharty? How do you spell that?

Well, it should be Geharty,
with an E,

save for the fact
that whatever Protestant

they had working Ellis Island
that day couldn't spell.

[chuckling]
Well, I'm glad to see

that there's still room
for the Irish.

Hey, the Irish
make their own room.

Hey, now you're talking sense.

- When'd you leave here?
- '74.

My desk used to be right there.

Big old wooden desk.

With burn marks on it from
old cigars all over the top.

[Terri]
There was more charm in that

than this
government-issue stuff.

Mr. Finnegan, this is
my partner, Laura Ballard.

[Finnegan] Ah, another one.

You know, are you running
at a Homicide squad

or a chorus line?

- Excuse me?
- [Finnegan]
Now, no offence, Missy.

But in my day, the only woman
allowed on this floor

was the cleaning lady.

Well, I guess
time just marches on.

[Finnegan] Yeah, that it does.

I also recall
that ladies wore hats.

- Don't you wear hats anymore?
- Is this better?

- Don't say a single word, Munch.
- What's there to say?

- The guy give it up?
- Excuse me?

You're coming
from a Box session, right?

[Pembleton laughs]

That ugly mope?

He won't go?

Suspect demanded
to see an attorney.

Oh, he does, does he?

You give him
a taste of the phone book?

We haven't hit anybody
with a phone book around here

since 1996.

[Falsone]
The Lieutenant's nowhere around.

Might as well take
a load off your feet
while I read the case file.

Come on, let's go look
for this old man Devlin.

I work the case, I do it right.

You want to do the case right,

you got to check out
the crime scene.

What's a 66-year-old crime scene
gonna tell me?

Hell, Duncan's Woods
doesn't even exist anymore.

Your first order of business,
is this witness credible?

Because over the years,
over 200 people

have been accused
of killing Clara Slone.

Letters pouring in,

a few crackpots
even confessed to it.

Baltimore had never seen
anything like this.

Little girl.

Molested and murdered
on her way to school.

In 1932, it tore this town up.

The sad part of it was,

all the manpower
they put on that...

investigation was a circus.

I'm Lieutenant Giardello.

You're Giardello?

You seem to be quite familiar
with the Slone case.

Yeah, Tommy Finnegan.

How are you, Lieutenant?

I was just telling
this young man,

that I was detailed
to the Slone case as a rookie.

He wants
to work it with us, Gee.

[Giardello] I'm sure
your expertise will be useful.

We'll call it
an extended ride-along.

- Is that all right with you?
- [Finnegan] Thanks, Lieutenant.

- Glad to have you here.
- [Finnegan] Thank you.

You enjoy that, son?

Enjoy what?

Trying to make a fool out of me,

not telling me that
Giardello was a colored guy.

I'm gonna check out
the crime scene.

Yeah, that's a waste of time.

Is it okay if I ride along?

I thought
you didn't want this one.

It's why Gee gave it to me.

- I changed my mind.
- Suit yourself.

Hey, Finnegan,
you want to drive?

[Finnegan chuckling] Yeah.

Probably know
the way better than you.

Hey, you still here, Mac?

This used to be Duncan's Woods?

You're right.

This place
won't tell us anything.

It was a Tuesday,

the day
before Washington's Birthday.

She usually rode the streetcar

when she was late for school.

But that day,
for some unknown reason,

she didn't do that.

They found her body
here the next day

in a glade of trees...

in what was then
the eastern edge of the city.

[Finnegan sighing heavily]

Poor O'Malley.

He was screwed from the start.

Curiosity seekers
trampled all over the woods,

leaving their own foot
and bicycle tracks,

destroying whatever trace
of the suspect

might've been found.

And the body went
to the morgue too quickly,

before anyone was able to get
still photographs of the scene.

Before long, the Department
brass began to panic,

and O'Malley had everyone
looking over his shoulder,

offering him advice.

The only bit of evidence
worth a damn

was the. 32 rimfire bullet
they took out of her.

Poor O'Malley.
From day one, he lost control.

He was never the same
all the years after.

[loud honking]

Let's talk
to this old man Devlin.

Make sure
you ask him about a gun.

I'll do that.

Get something
you can match that bullet to.

Only way you can clear
the case, Bayliss.

Do you remember me, Mr. Devlin?

We spoke this morning.

Uh, I paid for sneaking out.

My feet, they swoll up,
like balloons.

Hi, I'm Detective Falsone.

We have a few questions.

[Bayliss] Let me get that.

[Mr. Devlin coughs]

You said
your father killed Clara Slone?

Yes, I'm convinced of it.

Did your father
tell you he did it?

No, not straight out.

So why do you think he did?

My father was a heavy drinker.

There was a bootlegger
he used to go to,

at the edge of Duncan's Woods.

One night, he came home.

Smacked me a couple times.

[Mr. Devlin coughs]

And he said,

"I'll go to the chair
if they find out what I done."

The next day,
they found the girl's body.

Did your father ever say
anything more about the murder?

Not even on his death bed.

But I remember,

weeks after the murder,

he bought every newspaper

and read every word
about the case.

And, of course,
he drank a great deal

and he cried
to himself at night.

- What was your father's name?
- John Devlin.

Did anyone else in your family
suspect as you did?

No, I don't believe so.

Did your father have a gun?

As bad as he treated us,

I still couldn't abide
the thought of him

going to the electric chair.

I never told
another living soul.

Did he own a gun, Mr. Devlin?

Yeah. He kept one for years.

Uh, I can't say what make.

I don't know
anything about guns.

What happened to it?

Right before he died,
that was in '59,

he gave it to Charles.

My brother Charles.

Is Charles still around?

He lives out in Essex.

He doesn't know
about the murder.

He shouldn't have
to live with any of this.

I have a. 38
I keep in good working order.

If ever I get to the point

where I think I need to be
put in a home like this,

I'm gonna call
an end to it myself.

What about your daughter?

I'm a burden to her as it is.

Losing my eyesight.
Various other things wrong.

At least I'll save her the guilt
of having to make that decision.

You'd honestly rather
that she woke up one day

to see you dead
with a. 38 in your hand?

Ah, Gloria is a practical girl.

She'll see the good sense of it.

[sighs]

Mr. Finnegan here is
a collector of antique firearms.

And he's interested in a handgun

that your brother
William told him about,

that your father gave to you.

- That cheap little. 32?
- Hmm.

What possible interest
could he have in that?

Where's the gun?

Billy told you I still have it?

Well, he wasn't sure. Do you?

No. He remembered that gun, huh?

[chuckles] Why would he
remember a thing like that?

You gonna tell us
where the gun is?

I got rid of it.

I had it around for a while,
but my wife wasn't comfortable.

- Got rid of it? How?
- He seems angry.

Well,
he's a very serious collector.

I tossed it in the water.
Out on the boat dock.

I just gave it a little toss.

About how long ago was that?

Well, it must be 20 years ago.

Why don't you tell us
the real reason
you threw it in the water?

Just shut up, please.
Just shut up.

It was not a valuable gun.

- Would you show us the spot?
- Are you joking?

[Finnegan]
We're dead serious, pal.

More than likely that gun
was used to kill a little girl.

Damn it, Finnegan.

[Finnegan] What? What?

You think it's worth
sending divers down for the gun?

I don't know, to be honest.

Well, William Devlin's story
is credible.

But the only way
to know for sure, Gee,

is to find that weapon.

I'm gonna get you a diving team.

[Bayliss] Great.

Hey, uh, we still have
to drag along Finnegan, Gee?

- He's in the way.
- Finnegan's earned the right.

Come on, you think
he thinks highly of you?

Look, I know
what kind of cop he is.

He's a product of his time.

Now, the bottom line is,

he was locking up killers
when you were nothing

but a nasty thought
in your father's mind.

I'm not finished.

He stays on the case.

[door slams shut]

I'm stopping this operation.

You've only been
searching an hour.

It's a junkyard down there.

Underwater cables,
pylons, brush.

It's not safe.

I'll get my Lieutenant
on the phone.

Get the King of Sweden
on the phone for all I care.

- Hey, hey, come on.
- Hey, Captain?

Give a thought
to the Slone family,

who've had to bear
for so long the pain

that comes from having
no reasons, no answer.

[indistinct]

are some of the most decent
and fine people I've ever known.

They deserve
to have their suffering end.

- I'll give it another half hour.
- I thank you, Captain.

You stay
in touch with the family?

No, I think they're all dead.

[laughs] You're a piece of work.

I've been wracking my brain,
and in all these years,

I don't think the name
of John Devlin ever came up.

Well, Devlin's a common name.
You might've forgotten.

[Finnegan] You know,
the original detectives,

they did look hard

at that bootlegger
in Duncan's Woods.

I always figured
he was somehow involved.

If not him,
then one of his customers.

- Looks like you were right.
- I'm late is what I am.

[captain] Detectives,
we've got something.

Is it a gun?

Hey, hey,
that looks like a revolver.

Sure does.

[laughing] Took me years.

Did us a good day's work today.

We might've put down
a 66-year-old murder.

Hey, so that lead paid off.

Well, lab's still got the gun.
They gotta remove a lot of rust.

Yeah, but they're gonna
match it up to that bullet.

We gotta wait and see.

He's so close
to this case finally being over,

he can't trust himself.

What are you drinking?
I've got you covered all night.

That's very nice of you, bitch.

- [all laughing]
- Jameson's, straight up.

You know,
when I was working murders,

I drank across the street.

The Waterfront?

In my day, we wouldn't be
caught dead in the Waterfront.

I'll take you to a place
where true police held court.

Ouch.

Hey, cutie. Here.

Where's Jack?

- [bartender] Jack who?
- Jack who?

Jack Connelly, who do you think?

Am I supposed to know
who that is?

Jack Connelly owns this joint.

Just pour him another Jameson's,
so he'll be happy.

Hey, take it easy with that.

I don't want you
stroking out on me.

Hey, just keep
talking crap, Falsone.

Hey, hey.
You call that an honest pour?

- [Falsone chuckles]
- Finish the job here.

Give me another, too.
I wanna make a toast.

You're gonna feel pretty stupid

if that gun and bullet
don't match up.

[Falsone] To Clara.

Why don't you sing us a song?

Sing us "Danny Boy."

I don't sing to entertain you.

I sing for my own piece of mind.

If you want to hear singing,
you sing.

I can carry a tune,
if I have to--

Well, then let's hear
what you got.

Okay. [clears throat]

[Falsone singing]

Hey, you trying
to make a fool out of me?

Bring me here to mock me?
That's no damn song.

- Sure it is.
- [Finnegan] That's not a song.

This is a song.

[Finnegan singing]

[rain pattering]

[crowd applauding]

You know, you people don't know

what being a police
is all about.

Why don't you
tell us there, Tommy?

I swear,

back in the '50s,

I knew the name
of every criminal

by his first name in Baltimore.

Every criminal
worth knowing, anyhow.

And if somebody
was looking for a guy named Mac,

I knew
if you meant Eastside Mac,

Westside Mac, Racetrack Mac,

and I could give you two or
three addresses on all of 'em.

What the hell is this?

Hey, she did you right, Tommy.

Come on, don't bust chops
your whole life.

You know, in those days,

the bad guys knew

where they could do their dirt
and where they couldn't,

and if somebody talked to you

out of the wrong side
of their mouth,

you'd beat on him.

Till they start thinking right.

[laughs]
I like your style, Tommy.

He's you in 50 years, Kellerman.

Don't even go there, pal.

Kellerman? Kellerman.

You're the guy
who's been in the newspapers.

Uh, had trouble

with that dope dealer
and his kind, huh?

God help us when a police has
to answer to people like that.

You know,
in my time, we kept 'em down.

[laughs]

You know, one time,

we went to arrest
this dope dealer--

This was back in the '70s,
early '70s.

And-- and all of a sudden,
somebody says,

"Look out behind you.
He's got a knife."

Well, Billy McNamara
whirls around

and puts six bullets
into this guy.

Now, I run up
to see what's happened,

and-- and just like
the other three cops,

I drop a switchblade
by the guy's body

just to cover Billy's ass, ey?

Then I'd bend down, pick it up
and say, "Here's the knife."

[all laughing]

Wait. Wait.

The guy's not dead.

[all laughing]

He's laying there,
six bullets in him,

looking up at me,
pissed off, right?

And he says,
"That ain't my knife.

That's my knife."

[all laughing]

Five different knives
laying around this dumb spook

and he actually points out
the knife that's his.

[all laughing]

- Spook?
- Hey, come on, buddy.

Hey, listen, I didn't mean
anything about you.

I was talking
about this piece of garbage.

[Falsone]
Lewis, come on. Don't go.

Hey, hey, hey.
He's a man of his times.

- He didn't mean it.
- Yeah, well, you know what?

I'm a man
of my times, too, right?

I'm gonna get out of here
before I say something stupid.

[Finnegan] Uh, hey, hey.

You see that? You see that?

He's just trying
to duck out on his tab.

Now, what do you call that?

It's just like all those ladies
you got in your squad room.

You know,
on your squad. [laughs]

Hey, girlie, hey, girlie, do me
another one over here, will you?

You know what, Tommy?
It's time to go.

- [Finnegan] Says who?
- I say.

- Let's go.
- Need a hand?

[Falsone] Nah, I got him.

[Finnegan singing]

[brakes squealing]

[Falsone grunts]

Hey, Tommy?

Hey, you're not dead, are you?

Hey, Tommy. Wake up.

You can kiss my ass, Falsone.

I'll walk you inside.

[sighs]

[groaning]

Hey.

When I get the lab results
on the gun, I'll call.

But you know you can
put this one behind you.

Who you think you're talking to?

You don't know nothing.

When I was working the streets,

this was a city
you could live in.

Now the whole world's
gone crazy.

Women trying to be police.

Black bosses
trying to run the Department.

Life was better then
than it ever could be now.

And don't you ever
tell me to shut up,

you punk dago bastard.

- Go in the house.
- You can go to hell.

[Falsone]
Have a nice life, Finnegan.

[road din]

Hey, Bayliss,
any word from the lab yet?

No.

What's that,
the Adena Watson file?

What?

No. No, it's Clara Slone.

I'm looking to see if they ever
had John Devlin as a suspect.

- Did they?
- No, but you know something?

Clara Slone had a little sister.

Finnegan interviewed her in '74

just to see if she was ever
approached about the case.

Covering his bases
before he retired.

Yeah.

Think she's still alive?

Well, Finnegan said
the family's all dead.

- Is he sure?
- How would I know?

There's something else you have
to do on the Clara Slone case.

Oh, man, what?

[Giardello]
Put her name up on the Board.

A blue marker?

It's special.

Blue is for cases
from a prior year.

1932, can't get
more prior than that.

So it's official, huh?

- You got the gun.
- I knew it.

The bosses want to hold a press
conference this afternoon.

- Oh, yeah?
- How about that?

Hey, Falsone.
Good work on that case.

Thanks.

Coming from you,
that means a lot.

[Bayliss]
So are you gonna call Finnegan?

Might as well wait a while, man.

The way
he was drinking last night,

he's probably
not even conscious.

[Giardello] It's up to you
if you wanna invite Finnegan
to the press conference.

I won't force it.

You closed the case.

That's one bitter old man, Gee.

But it's his moment, too.

- I'll call.
- Great.

You know,
if Finnegan's gonna be there,
you really ought to be there.

No.

I'm gonna go see
if I can locate Margaret Putnam.

- Who?
- Clara Slone's little sister.

- [Falsone] Oh.
- Yeah.

Finnegan had
a Howard County address on her.

[Finnegan singing]

How you doing?

- Bayliss?
- Yeah.

I, uh, heard you kind of tied
one on last night, huh?

[both chuckling]

- You're not here to talk me into
being at that press conference?
- Well...

I don't think
that it's worth bragging about

that it took this Department
66 years to solve a murder.

No.

I came to ask you
about Margaret Putnam.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

She was born
after Clara was killed.

She was sort of like
the replacement child.

Well, she's still alive,
living out in Columbia.

I thought maybe...

you know,
you'd like to give her the news?

Oh, she'll hear it on TV.

Tommy, you know,
I dream of the day

when I can tell
Adena Watson's mother

that I know for certain
who killed her daughter.

You don't get it, Bayliss.
It's too late.

John Devlin
got away with murder.

Now, I don't care
if the bastard died

heartbroken and lonely.

And never had
a good night's sleep.

He didn't answer
to anyone for what he did.

He didn't answer to me.

Listen to me.

Now, I had a suspect
in the Adena Watson case.

Now, he's dead now, too.
And I had him in The Box.

My partner and me,
we had him in The Box.

We went hard at him
and we didn't get him.

We did not get him.

So, you see, Tommy,
now I'm left to wonder.

Did I come face-to-face
with absolute evil and fail?

Did I have him in my reach...

and let him go?

You know,
this ain't cheering me up.

- Come on.
- Nah, no. Uh-uh.

Come on, Tommy.

- You're a pain in the ass.
- Come on.

- [Finnegan sighs]
- Be good for us.

All right, all right.
Let me get my coat.

- [Bayliss] All right.
I'll wait right here.
- [Finnegan] No, no, come on in.

- You want me to come inside?
- Yeah, come on in.

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