All language subtitles for Homicide life on the street S07E16 - Truth Will Out

I get home last night
and I am starving.

I called Sabatino's
and ordered spaghetti.

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

- You were at Sabatino's last night?
- Around 8:30.

They make a mean marinara,
don't they?

If I saw you there, somebody else might.
Gee lives in that area!

I know.

- I thought you'd 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 pretty woman
that strolls in is looking for you?

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

Hi. Paul Falsone.
Can I help you with something?

I saw you on the news,
maybe eight months ago,

you'd solved that old murder
of that little girl shot in the 30's.

Clara Slone, yeah. You know something
about the Slone case?

No, I have a case of my own.
It's a little more recent, from '72.

- '72, that's 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.

- Sergeant Roger Fisk.
- Detective Tim Bayliss.

Detective Laura Ballard.

- So what have we got?
- White male, early thirties.

Looks like he's been dead a few days.
Some kids found the body, called it in.

Addict?

Enough tracks on his arms
to lay down a new rail line.

What makes you think it's a homicide
and not an overdose?

Check his left ear.

That looks like
an entrance wound there.

Check the back of the head.

Well, looks like an exit wound.

It's just my opinion.
See what the experts say.

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.

Tell us what you do.

- It's '72, what time of year?
- August.

It's hot... er...
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 bath tub,
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
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 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 had my first hologram yesterday,
and I'm lying on the table,

and I see this image up on the screen.

The little arms.

The little head, the 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 solve one crusty murder,
all of sudden I'm "Coldcase" Falsone.

You complained when you got the Slone
case. Look how it turned out.

You get a clearance
and a commendation.

That's because I started out
with honest-to-goodness evidence.

This lady gave us nothing to go on.

I waste my time
cos she's got a guilty conscience?

- All yours, Detectives.
- Thank you.

We should start by contacting
the detective who caught the case.

Can't wait. Last thing I wanna do is deal
with another cantankerous old-timer.

This detective is not retired,
but he is cantankerous.

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

I'm afraid you will, too.

Detective Al Giardello.

- Jeffrey Pitt?
- Doesn't 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 bath tub.

One of my first cases.

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

So you do remember?

Everyone remembers
their first murdered child.

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

The little girl was wrapped
in a bath towel.

Frightened out of her mind.

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

- Now she thinks she didn't do it.
- She wants to reopen the case.

If we reopened every cold case we
wouldn't have time for the new murders.

Does 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'd say he was dead 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 calibre weapon.

He was dead already.

The gunshot wound was inflicted
post-mortem.

- Post-mortem?
- Would you like my guess?

Some kids wandered by,
saw him lying there,

they took the opportunity to test-fire
their latest illegal handgun purchase.

Death by misadventure.

OK. Thank you.

Josephine sent you, didn't she?

As a matter of fact, she did.

She came by last night,
wanting to talk about Jeffrey's death.

- And what did you tell her?
- There was nothing new to tell her.

So you've talked about this
with her before?

Josie first came to her father and me
about... 10 years ago.

Howard and I thought she
was old enough to hear the story.

Then we asked her to move on.

We've always forgiven her,
but we wanted her to forgive herself.

But she wasn't able to?

Once or twice a year,
she'd 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 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 time together.
We're taking a trip on her 30th birthday.

Everything was OK.

- 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 we have
ask you to talk about Jeffrey.

You think that's gonna help
my daughter?

- Yes, we do.
- Can we go over what happened?

One last time.

- Everything OK, Lieutenant?
- Falsone and Stivers not back yet?

Haven't seen them for hours.

Remember when your sister
Charisse collapsed at the circus?

Yeah, they put her in the hospital.
She was, what, seven?

Six.

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 and Stivers,
let me know.

Jeffrey had shampoo in his eyes,
and Howard was trying to rinse it out.

I told my husband to just get
out of the way, let me see to the baby.

He said, oh, he could handle it,
he had everything under control.

I said, it sure didn't look like that to
me. We were snapping at each other...

The phone rang
and Howard went to get it.

- Who was calling?
- My mother.

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 breathed into his mouth and we tried
to shake him awake, but he was...

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

When you were first asked
about the incident,

you and your husband claimed Jeffrey
climbed out of the tub on his own.

Yes, we decided to lie
to protect Josephine,

but... your detective knew better,

he said 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?
You know that's what you saw?

Detective...

As much as I wish that
I'd seen something else,

that's what I saw.

Hi.

How are you doing?
Let me get a cranberry and soda.

Thanks.

At the crime scene today,
I thought you might be...

- Interested?
- Yeah.

Yeah. I thought
you might be interested, too.

You were right.

So was it my handshake?
Cos I can work on that handshake.

I got gaydar. I can tell.

Huh? I'm not gay.

No, I mean I enjoy women, too.

Right. I see.

- So you're sceptical?
- No, no, not necessarily.

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

Easy to assert, hard to prove.

Now I feel that
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 seems so convinced.

More like obsessed.

Anyone would be, right? Growing up
knowing you killed your brother?

You'd zero in on his death,
thinking you didn't do it.

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

- What would they do, keep it a secret?
- Sure.

- Speaking of secrets, we're cool, right?
- You, Laura and your lasagne liaison?

Um... I haven't decided.

You haven't decided?

You know how many bodies
I dissected?

- Dr 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 onto that.

Did you notice the distance
Jeffrey Pitt fell?

23 inches.

You thought that was enough
to cause his fatal injury?

The right spot on his head,
at just the right angle?

Sure, the blow could've killed him.

Did you take 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?

In those days, we took people
like the Pitts at their word.

You never considered that
one of them might've hurt him?

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

Accidents happen, tragedies happen.
Parents didn't kill their children.

- In those days.
- Exactly.

Hi. Detective Bayliss?

- He's right over there.
- Thank you.

Yeah... Thanks a lot for your time. OK.

Hey, how you doing? All right, good.

- Detective...
- Sergeant.

- Got an ID?
- Nothing yet. Waiting on fingerprints.

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

A couple of touts told me
this guy was a regular

at a shooting gallery on Fayette Street.

- But they don't have a name?
- A street name, Gringo Boy.

Gringo Boy? We'll find out
if anyone in Narcotics knows of him.

- Bayliss.
- Yep?

A word.

OK, I will run this name down right now.

Wanna get some dinner tonight?
Can you get away?

- Sure. I'd like that.
- All right. See you at Miranda's, 8:00.

OK, good. Thanks.

Yeah, Gee?

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

And Mrs Gaffney.

Mrs Gaffney?

- You can't imagine.
- Yeah.

Well, they're very upset.

Apparently their 12-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 the spirituality?

Well, they object
to a member of this unit

discussing his private life
in a public forum.

But it's not public, it's anonymous.
That's the point of the web.

Well, it's not anonymous anymore.

Since the Slattery case,
everyone knows it's your website.

They assume.

- Gaffney wants the site closed down.
- He what?

He says the contents reflect badly
on the department.

But, Gee, that's outrageous.
That's an abridgement of free speech.

- I won't do it.
- You admit it's yours?

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

No, they can't.

There's nothing wrong with your religious
belief or sexual orientation.

No, there's not.

The department's policy strictly forbids
discrimination in these areas.

Yeah, yeah, as it damn well should.

I gotta warn you, man.
Keep a low profile with this stuff.

Otherwise you're committing
career suicide.

Now what?

I don't know.

Do we tell Josephine, "You definitely
did it," based on this guy's opinion?

- He's a crank, he's not incompetent.
- No...

Besides, what are our options?
No one else to talk to, no steps to take.

- Short of digging up the body.
- Only if we're sure we'd find something.

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

The original ME?
Who was that, Scheiner?

- Glen Harlow.
- Glen Harlow?

He's retired and living in Pikesville.
Not the most competent fellow.

He's a lush. At least he was.

He used to cut up bodies
while stinking of gin.

He had the look of a guy
who likes Tanqueray and tonics.

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

He 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 a freezer and found
booze cooling next to the kidneys.

Get over to the cemetery,
I'll call 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 Mr Pitt.

Starting at the top,
here's your head fracture.

Here, I have to agree with Harlow.

What we see here could be the result
of a fall from tub height.

He could very well have died
from this injury alone.

'Except? '

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

One on the right wrist
and the left femur.

They were healed at the time of death.

They were broken
months before the fall.

Charisse, this is Dad.

Give me a call when you get this.
There's a question I wanna 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,
he wasn't just dropped by his sister.

He was battered
by a grown-up.

Are you sure
that Stivers saw us?

She comes to pick up her dinner.
There we are, cosy in the corner.

Serves us right.
We knew Sabatino's was risky.

OK, so we won't eat
downtown anymore.

We've wanted to go to Loco Hombre.
Why don't we eat there tonight?

Munch eats there at least twice a week.

OK, how about Cafferty's?
That's out of the way.

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

I think our best bet is just staying home.

It's either that
or drive out to the county, your choice.

Whichever. Whatever.

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

- 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.

We'll get really sick of each other,
start going stir crazy.

Well, we'll deal with that then.

But... But... But for now,

I'll settle for just plain crazy.

You know Ravage from Robbery?
Know what he asked me?

He asked how things were going
in "Homo-cide". Believe that?

That idiot Anderson from Auto
sprang the same witticism on me.

If Bayliss don't quit messing around, he'll
give the whole unit a dubious reputation.

It's too late. Half the department's
logged onto his website.

There's no name on that website.
How does everybody know it's Bayliss?

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

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

If you were more secure
in your sexuality,

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

or even think twice
about Bayliss' love life.

Gringo Boy cops all the time down
Belmont and Park, haunts the corners.

- What did he do, kill somebody?
- Is this him?

Ouch!

Hard to say... Yeah, I think so.

So Gringo Boy got taken off, huh?

Er... yeah. You know his real name?

- Kenneth. Kenneth Rooney.
- Is that his record?

Possession, burglary,
nothing too fancy.

Thank you.

So er... do you know an address,
family, next of kin?

A wife Loretta.
Used to shoot up together.

She hasn't been around for a while.

She checked into Sinai's Methodone
Clinic. They may have her address.

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
the big shun from everybody today.

- Maybe I need a new deodorant.
- Or everyone needs a new attitude.

We're not allowed to have
a personal life around here.

Course not, we're homicide cops.
We aren't supposed to have sex.

Any hint of romance is strictly off-limits.

One wayward glance, critics holler.

One innocent affair,
no one takes you seriously.

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

- Maybe that's the answer, then.
- What?

- Maybe we just stay celibate.
- Yeah?

- Nah.
- Nah!

Is Josephine here?
I wanna talk to my daughter.

You've had plenty time to talk to her.

I told you, the other night
she was acting crazy,

and now she's just gone over the edge.

Why don't you let us decide that?
Care to step right in?

Stivers?

That's Madeleine Pitt, the mother.
Just went in with Falsone.

- I recognise her.
- Right, I guess you would.

You wouldn't wanna take over,
would you? 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 that a problem?
- I'm Josephine Pitt.

That's my mother in there.

Hey, Roger.

- What the hell are you doing here?
- You... er... got a second?

- I got nothin' 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
the cold shoulder from people.

I don't need to tell anybody anything.

Everyone's seen your website.
It's all over the department.

- You're the butt of everybody's jokes.
- It's... er...

It's just... ignorance.

You already made detective,
I'm still in uniform.

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

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

- I would not have outed you.
- Damn right. You won't out me.

Know what I told people? You made
a pass at me, I turned you down.

That's... That's not...
That's not necessary.

I'm telling you, leave me alone
or I'll kick your faggot ass!

'He fell out of his highchair? '

He fell out of his highchair.
He broke his leg and his wrist.

I can show you the hospital records.

Let me ask you this. Did you and
your husband ever punish your kids?

Sure. 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. The usual way.

You... er... withhold their allowance,
you limit their TV.

Did you ever discipline your children
physically?

If they were very, very bad,
they might've gotten a spanking.

Which meant what exactly?

What do you think a spanking means?
A little swat on the bottom.

Wait, wait, wait.
Now, you listen to me.

Except for a very rare spanking, Howard
and I never raised a hand to them.

What has Josie told you?

That night, when Jeffrey wouldn't
stop crying, did he get a spanking then?

- No!
- He died, you never got over it.

What else happened?

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

We think you left something out.

God, you sound just like my daughter.

"Oh, tell me everything, Mama,
what happened? How high was the...

"Tell it, Mama.
How much did he weigh?"

Just over and over and over again,
the same question.

- 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. Uh-huh.

You want me to lie.

Excuse us.

- We're getting nowhere, Gee.
- I can see that.

She's hiding something.

Jeffrey didn't break bones
falling out of a highchair.

Leave her a while.

That night's been simmering in her head
for a long time.

It'll boil over eventually.

Josie, let's just go home now.
We can talk there instead.

- I don't wanna go home.
- Well, I do.

- It's been half an hour, Gee. What?
- I'll get 'em out of there.

- No.
- No?

Let them have a minute alone together.

- Tell me what really happened.
- 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 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.

"Sorry I get to be a year older and you
never get to grow up because of me."

- Honey, don't say that.
- Why not? It's true, isn't it?

I watch them pulling his coffin out
and wonder what's left inside.

Could there be anything left after all
this time or is he 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 realised I have no real idea
of what he looked like.

I just have this one blurry photo.

Now where did you get that?

We looked alike, didn't we, Mama?

We had the same mouth.

Where are the rest of the pictures?
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 wanna talk or remember
because you know what 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's worse than what I already know?

- The truth.
- It wasn't an accident.

- No.
- I didn't drop him.

Oh, you dropped him, all right.

- You did it on purpose.
- What?

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.

Your father and I never imagined
you'd take it so far.

And I didn't.

Then you tell me, how do you think
he broke those two bones?

Oh, what, I did that too?

You lifted the lid of the highchair,
you pushed him out.

I'm three years old,
I wouldn't hurt him on purpose.

Honey, your father and I
always forgave you.

You're making it up, Mama.
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.
- I understand perfectly now, yes.

Wasn't it better for everyone if we let
her think she dropped him by accident?

But she didn't drop him by accident.
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.
- Yes, I did.

You never saw her push him
from the chair!

Please, you know the whole story now.

Either you or your husband
broke Jeffrey's bones.

Josephine, please tell the lieutenant
we're finished here?

- Which one of you was it?
- I would never harm my own baby.

Was it Dad? There was a temper there.
I saw him slap you once.

He never once raised a hand to me.
You remember 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,
fight with each other,

the baby gets louder
and Dad loses control.

Maybe he lifts Jeffrey out,
he won't stop crying,

so he gives him a shake.

As you stand and watch,
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 wasn't perfect, but he
was a good father and 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!

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've 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. Now that's the key.
You see it over and over again.

Conceal the truth,
it always comes back to bite you.

That's what's gonna happen to me, huh?

Not that what you and Ballard have got
going comes close to what Mrs 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, OK?

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

Goodbye, Gringo Boy! Huh?

Let's go across the street
and get something to drink.

Um... No, thanks.

Well, we can go someplace else
if you want.

Last night, Paul and I
went through the paper

and came up with a whole plethora
of possible hideouts.

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

Oh. Why, cos you're letting them
get to you now?

Put it this way,
remember we were joking earlier?

I think that celibacy option's
starting to sound better and better.

- Come on!
- No...

It's either that or quit being a cop.

Cos how do I believe what I believe
and do what I do all at the same time?

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

So people are mean and 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 interrupting?
- Oh, not at all.

Come on in.

- So?
- So...

You were right.

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

You never told me why you were asking.

Falsone and Stivers caught a cold case.

The Pitt case, right? I heard about that.
The 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.

That detective was you?

I knew 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 gonna charge the mother?
- That's up to the attorney.

The daughter knows now.
You gotta feel good about that.

Oh, I feel terrific.

Josephine grows up blaming herself
when she did nothing wrong.

- She'll never speak to her mother again.
- What about the dad?

He died last year.

He'll never see his grandson.

Did you ask Charisse about the baby?

Oh-oh, yeah.

Yeah, sure. Al's doing great.

You know, she told me he weighs 14lbs!
That'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.

Porcino fortunato, huh?

Lucky?

Yes, look at this kid,
he's absolutely beautiful! Unbelievable!

Oh, God...