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♪ I've got sunshine ♪

♪ On a cloudy day ♪

- You ready? Yeah.
- Yes.

Here it comes!
Here it comes!

Run, Vivian, run!

I'm gonna get you.

I'm gonna get you.

Whoa, here she comes.

'Go higher! Go higher!'

Whee!

Coming in for a landing!

It's a perfect day.

Now, we should think
about heading back.

No, I don't wanna go home.

It's getting late, Vivian.

Why can't we
just stay here forever?

Okay, close your eyes.

Come on.
Please?

Okay, listen
really, really hard.

Do you hear the ocean?

Mm-hmm.

Now, look,
but don't open your eyes.

Can you see it?

It'll always be here for you.

No one can ever take it away.

Because it'll always be
right in here.

Forever.

Our perfect day.

Forever?

And ever.

'Some bum out fishing
this morning got a bite.'

'Floater in the water?'

'No, a hand
from the river bottom.'

That's the way to
jump-start the AM.

That was a kid.

Female, probably white,
three to five years old.

Been under for maybe, decades.

Cause of death?

Too early to tell, but
she's got crushed vertebrae

in the neck area, shattered
skull...and check this out.

Two breaks
on the radius and ulna.

- Forearm bones.
- Overkill?

These are old wounds.
Healed over.

Someone abusing her.

Takes some kinda rage, breaking
a kid's arm in two places.

Some kinda monster.

I'd like to meet whoever's
responsible, face to face.

Hearing you
loud and clear, boss.

Doer better still be out there.

Kinda job you hate
the most to catch

but worth the most to close.

- Miller.
- Oh, crap.

Huh.
I'm tryin' to quit.

Yeah? How's that
goin' for ya?

Do it 20 times a day.
I figure one time's gotta stick.

Want you to know, I appreciate

your contribution
on the last job.

Glad to be of service.

Good group of folks
you got over there.

You ever consider joining?

Homicide?

You making me an offer?

You got reservations?

Because of fishtown?

You heard about that, huh?

Well, a cop gets shot,
word gets out.

Well, anyway, uh, I made
my peace with that.

It's just, uh..

...some schedule stuff,
I gotta look at.

Anything I need to know about?

Nothing I can't handle.

You'll get back to me?

Definitely.

Thanks, lieutenant.

According to the lab,
Baby Jane Doe's been

at the bottom of this river
for 40-some years.

Puttin' her murder
sometime in the '60s.

But from '60 to '69, we got
no missing persons report

of a three to five-year-old
white female.

And what kind of family doesn't
report their kid missing?

The kinda family
that kills their kid?

Maybe, we check
DHS' Child Abuse Unit records.

Kid's doctor might have
reported that broken arm.

There was no Child Abuse Unit
back then.

Docs weren't trained
to recognize abuse, no one was.

A kid like this would've fallen
through the cracks easy.

And we got another boy
in the box.

No one ever came forward
to claim him.

'Back then, they didn't have'

facial reconstruction
technology...we do.

So we create a picture
of what the victim

could've looked like,
off the skull.

Put this picture in circulation.

Maybe, an old neighbor,
family member

'recognizes our Baby Jane Doe.'

Needle in a haystack,
but I might've tracked

your victim's fractures.

Two breaks on the forearm,
real unique injury, right?

'Same kind of breaks
were treated'

at St. Boniface's emergency
room, circa 1965.

Does it say who the victim was?

Er, "Vivian Smith.
Age four. White female."

Doc who treated her,
is still alive and kicking.

Yes, that's my signature.

I was in my first year
of residency in '65.

Do you remember
that patient, Dr. Greggs?

Vivian Smith. Four years old,
White female.

Multiple fractures
to the radius, ulna.

Yes, I remember her.

First time I realized

how little I could do
for children like that.

What do you mean?

I'd patch them up, send them
home up until the next time.

We think she was killed
shortly after you treated her.

Any idea, who might've
been responsible?

Mom.

She brought her in.

A local waitress,
from what I can remember.

There a father in the picture?

Not according to this.

Mom kept insisting
she "dropped" her kid.

'It just happened so fast.'

I was holding her and then, next
thing you know, I dropped her.

Dropped her, huh?

How'd that happen,
you dropping her?

Well, silly me.

I think, I need glasses. See,
my eyes, they don't work so hot.

'And I just keep
dropping things.'

Your daughter has
spiral fractures.

It's caused when
you take a child's arm..

'...and snap it.'

- Take her away.
- Excuse me?

She's better off without me.

'What about your mother's?'

- Or a relative's?
- I don't have anyone.

Please, just take her away
before it's too late.

I can't just take your kid.

You wanna get those eyes
looked at.

'Sign for your daughter here.'

So mom was trying to save
the kid from herself.

'There was nothing I could do.'

Child abuse wasn't even
a concept in '65.

Anyway, mom gave us
a false name.

How did you know that?

Hospital bill came back
a week later.

No known recipient.
No known address.

You said she was a local girl?
A waitress?

- Carhop kinda uniform?
- That's what it looked like.

Only carhop in Philly is Milt's
Burger Joint, Thurman Street.

Best cheese fries in town.

Place was a carhop back in '65.

Hey, you worked here
as a waitress, Mattie?

Scrimped and saved
my tips for years

till I could call
this armpit my own.

You remember another waitress
that had a daughter

four years old?

Kid mighta had
acaston her arm.

Oh, sure.

Cindy...something.

'I don't recall her last name.'

Well, maybe, we have a talk
with the former owner.

Good luck.

Cheap pervert.

Took a nosedive into his
cheese fries ten years back.

What do you remember
about this Cindy?

Restless, skittish kinda gal.
Type who had it all.

Great husband,great kid.
Wanted nothing to do with them.

- She was married?
- Yes.

Met her husband once.
Heart o'gold type. But her..

...somethin' was rotten up
in the old spaghetti factory.

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Sugarpie honeybunch ♪

♪ You know that I love you ♪

♪ I can't help myself ♪

♪ I love you ♪

You'll get used to it, honey.

How much money does it
take to, uh...run away?

Run away? What would you
wanna run away for, honey?

Don't you have a family?

I'm a bad mother.

Oh, you don't mean that now.

Sometimes, I think my only way
out is when one of them dies.

♪ When you
snap your fingers ♪

Sweetheart?

♪ I come a-runnin' to you ♪

What are you
doing here, Roger?

Why aren't you at work?

I wanted to see my girls.

'Mommy! Mommy!'

Look what daddy got me!

Oh, Vivian,
she's beautiful.

I got a white paw
just like Snowflake!

♪ Can't help myself ♪

Stay in the car, sweetie.
Let mommy and daddy talk.

- She's gonna be okay, Cindy.
- How can you say that?

The most important thing
is that we work this out.

As a family.

- I can't.
- You're her mommy.

And nothing's
ever gonna change that.

She needs you.

I need you.

♪ Every time I see your face ♪

♪ I get all choked up inside ♪

Had that man wrapped
around her little finger.

Sounds like
she was about to bolt.

And he was desperate
to keep her. At any cost.

Lil, boss called.

Thanks for your time, Mattie.

They put those facial
reconstruction photos

of Baby Jane Doe out.

- That was fast.
- Got a hit.

Lady came in five minutes ago.
Says she knows our girl.

I was just leaving
the courthousewhen I saw this.

You work at the PD's office,
Ms. Stanton?

Court reporter.

'You saying you know this girl?'

No. I mean, yes.
I think I do.

- Can I ask a question?
- Sure.

Rumor has it, you found her
in the river.

Yes. We did.

How did she die?

We're not sure yet.

Anyway, cut to the chase.

- It's a pretty close match.
- Where'd you get this photo?

It's one of the few things
I have left from my childhood.

How do you mean?

That little girl
in the photo..

That girl is me.

I was adopted when I was four.

There's very little
I remember before then.

But I always felt
a part of me was missing.

Do you remember her at all?

I remember a girl, but I thought
she was my invisible friend.

Something a child makes up.

I never thought
she could be real.

Well, we'll need to take
a swab, test your DNA

against our Baby Jane Doe.

So the girl
you found in the river..

...she could have been
my sister.

It's possible.

What about your parents?

Do you remember them?

Last time I saw my mother..

...that's the only memory
I have.

Where's Vivian, mommy?

Listen to me, sweetheart.

Vivian...she's just someone
you made up in your mind.

Like an invisible friend.

Vivian's just make-believe?

Don't you see?

It's so much better this way.

Because, she'll
always be with you.

Watching over you,
no matter where you go.

Like an angel?

Yes, like an angel.

Go to sleep now,
sweetheart.

Close your eyes.

You'll be in good hands here.

You're better off without me.

He'll keep you safe.

And whenever it seems
mommy's far, far away..

...all you have to do is
close your eyes.

'And I'll be here with you.'

Forever?

And ever.

Bye-bye, baby.

I never saw her again.

DHS found me a home.

Good, loving people raised me.
I was lucky.

And that medallion your mother
gave you, do you still have it?

I do, yeah.

She mentioned a man
watching over you.

"He'll keep you safe," she said.

St. Michael.
Maybe that's what she meant.

'"BN 3546."'

Always wondered what that meant.

St. Michael's
the patron saint of cops.

"BN" could mean badge number.

I'll let you know if there's
something to it, Maura.

Thanks for your time.

I've had a good life.

But still..

...I'd like to know.

Why she left.

Art Balducci?

No need to shine
them badges.

Cheery mugs give you boys away.

Takes a cop to know a cop.

Badge number 3546.

Hung up the uniform
20 years ago.

Good riddance.

Ever run across this girl
on the job?

Looks familiar.
Who is she?

Kid who had this.

My St. Michael's.
Where'd you find it?

Same little girl,
all grown up now.

That a fact?

Yeah.
Now I remember her.

Her sister.
Twins.

You close with the family?

No. Met 'em once. That's it.

So why'd you give her
your medallion?

I was a rookie, see.
We got a call to this house.

Neighbors are complaining
'cause of the noise.

Police!

Open up!

Police. Open up.

Can I help you, officers?

We got a noise complaint.

'Everything okay here?'

'We're sitting down to a meal.'

Ain't that right, sweetheart?

It's Hawaiian casserole night.

It's mm-mm good, right, girls?

Don't want to disturb
your evening, eh, folks.

- Have a good night.
- Everything okay here, ma'am?

I'm just fine. Thank you.

- What'd you do to her?
- Shut up, kid. Let's go.

He beat her.
On her face.

No.
No, I just, I fell.

'It's...my eyes.
They don't work very well.'

I-I think I need glasses.

Let's take a walk
around the block.

Cool your engines.

Yeah, sure.

Get yourself cleaned up, lady.

Daddy's gonna come back
to make mommy cry again.

Do you know who this is?

It's St. Michael. He's the
patron saint of mommies.

He keeps an eye on 'em. And he
never lets them come to harm.

- Really?
- Sure.

Go on. Put it on your mommy.

What do you say, Maura?

Thank you.

It's time for your bath, girls.

I should give this back to you.

Oh, no, no, keep it.

Your girls will notice
if it's gone.

That's very kind of you.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

Oh, I'm Cindy Mulvaney.

Pleased to meet you.

I think you see
just fine, ma'am.

Pardon me?

Situations like this..

...they always end up bad.

You need to take
your girls and leave.

- Tonight.
- And go where?

My parents are dead.
I'm an only child.

And I haven't had
a friend in years.

So please, tell me
where should I go.

If you need a place to go..

...you call this number.

'So it was her husband
abusing the girls.'

Not her.

She was covering it up.

They always do.

So what was this number
you gave her?

Some kind of shelter?

No shelters back then.

Just a few good samaritans
who knew what it was like

being on the receiving end
of a fist.

So she call this number?

Got me.
Never heard from her again.

No way she would've turned to
the police for help after that.

Police.

Her husband was the police.

Roger Mulvaney was
a cop in my precinct.

Her husband was a cop
in the 14th district

and a bona fide hero.

Decorated twice for valor.

Killed in the line of duty,
1965.

They got his picture up
at Jones' Tavern.

Now, that's great.

Bad enough, cops in '65,
turned a blind eye on abusers.

If that abuser was a cop..

Guy had a free pass, 24/7, 365.

What do you got on mom?

Cynthia Mulvaney drops off
the face of the earth in '65.

A few months before
her husband's killed.

We tracked down
nine other Cynthia Mulvaneys

in the tri-state area.

We're following up

if she's still alive.

Meanwhile, I got a name
and number on the lady

who ran that makeshift
shelter in '65.

- A Nancy Walsh.
- Still in the life.

Heads up a battered women
shelter in Germantown.

So in '65, you set up
an underground railroad

for battered women?

It was hardly a railroad.

Just my living room
with a handful of cots.

I took in as many families
as I could.

Last stop on the line?

The only stop, dear.

Would you remember
a woman named Cindy Mulvaney?

Uh, twin girls?

This was one of 'em.

Oh, yeah.

Their mother wouldn't speak
one word to anybody

but her daughters, the first
two weeks she was here.

Why not?

Her husband swore he'd find her
if she ever left him.

Take everything she loved.

He meant he'd kill the girls
and make her watch.

What a prince.

So she blamed herself,
like we all do.

You just push
the button here, see?

Like we did at the beach.
You make a homemade movie.

♪ Tonight you're mine
completely ♪

Lot of laundry today, huh?

♪ You give your love
so sweetly ♪

Anyway, thanks for pitching in.

They're just a few months old.

The girls,
when he first hits you.

Who, Cindy, your husband?

And you tell yourself
it was just a shove, really.

'He didn't mean it.
He loves me.'

- So you stay.
- We all stayed.

Until one day, you realize
the door you could've walked out

a long time ago..

...is nailed shut forever.

You provided each and every nail
every time you stayed.

You had nowhere to go, no money.

But you left.

Remember that.

♪ Tonight with words unspoken ♪

I miss my wife.

'Cindy..'

Take the girls and go upstairs.

I don't know what came over me.

I swear, it will
not happen again.

You always say that.

Being all alone in that house
these last few weeks..

...it made me realize.

Without you, without my girls..

...I'm nothin'.

Let me go, Roger.

Please.

I can't.

Because you're my wife.

You're my happily ever after.

Come home to me.

'My shift ends at midnight.'

I'll see you then.

♪ So tell me now ♪

Let's pack up our things.

You don't have to go
back to that jerk.

You have another choice, Cindy.

Remember?

♪ Will you
still love me tomorrow ♪

"Choice."

What'd she mean by that?

I don't know.

Tiffany was her friend,
her confidante.

Maybe you could ask her.

Well, you know where
we can find this Tiffany?

She's one
of our most generous donors.

Volunteers here.

I can give
you her number.

Lucky woman,
getting out.

What about Cindy?

- She get lucky, too?
- No.

No, she packed her bags,
and went home that very night.

I tried
to convince her to stay

but she said
there was no use in running.

He'd track her down
to the ends of the earth.

Guy was a cop,
had the resources.

Yeah.

So you ever see Cindy again?

Usually don't, after a woman
goes back to her husband.

Unless I pay a visit
to the local cemetery.

'You were Cindy's
friend, Tiffany.'

You knew she
had other options.

When I said Cindy
had a choice

I meant the man who
was madly in love with her.

And I wasn't talking about
that pig of a husband.

Cindy was
having an affair?

Don't make it sound tawdry,
because it wasn't.

It was...sweet.

Who was this guy?

I don't remember his name..

...but he had eyes like yours.

Kind.

Sexy.

He was Cindy's way out.

I always told myself
she took it.

Firm shoulders.

He had those, too.

And how would
you know that?

He brought us
to the beach one day.

Just a few days after Cindy
first came to the shelter.

Had the affair had been
going on for awhile by then?

It was just beginning.

Cindy wouldn't talk
to a soul except the girls.

So which beach
did he bring you to?

The dreadful
Jersey Shore.

But, still..

...we were able to forget
where we'd came from.

That we were depending
on the kindness of strangers.

That must
have been nice, Tiffany.

It was magical.

If just for a day.

Shot a home movie of it.

You don't still have
this home movie, by any chance?

It's yours for a smile, big boy.

'DNA results came in positive.'

Vivian was your identical twin.

Your mother's name
was Cynthia Mulvaney.

'Your father was
a police officer.'

His name was Roger.

You found my parents?

'We're still
looking for your mom.'

Your dad was killed
on the job in 1965.

Oh.

Well, what was he like?

We think
he was abusive.

To your mother.

To you girls.

'Any memories
of that, Maura?'

Like I said, there's very little
I remember from my childhood.

No wonder.

We need your help identifying
this guy in this home movie.

Of what?

Your mother
and Vivian

someone else
we can't identify and you.

Maybe he knows
what happened to your sister.

Well, what're we waiting for?

Oh, my god.
Is that my mom?

Yeah, and Vivian.

That smell in the air,
the water.

It was the first time
I saw the ocean.

This help you
remember anything else?

'Yeah, that swimsuit
Vivian's wearing.'

We fought over it.

And she won.

'You remember that man, Maura?'

The one picking up Vivian?

'Maura?'

'She was so happy.'

And sad at the same time.

Your mom was?

That day on the beach,
she called it "our perfect day."

And if you closed your eyes...

'it would last forever.'

♪ I've got sunshine ♪

Vivian's it, mommy.

Play us a song, mommy.

- A song?
- On the piano.

'I didn't know
you played the piano.'

Mommy played
all the time before.

Even when she was a little girl.

She stopped 'cause of daddy.

'Oh.'

'Won't you play
a song for me?'

♪ My girl ♪

- Wow. It's beautiful.
- I didn't hear anything.

Well, you know
what we got here?

It's a "Top 40" hit.

Isn't that right, mom?

- Can you girls sing?
- No.

- Dance?
- No.

Fantastic. We're gonna
take this show on the road.

You and me...
and our dancing chimpanzees.

What do you say, Mom?

You run away with me?

Are you going to kiss mommy?

♪ My girl ♪

'That was Art.'

Art Balducci?

The cop who came
to your house that time?

Yes, that's him.

He was in love with your mother?

And she was in love with him.

Can't you see?

So why did you keep it
a secret, Art?

You and Cindy?

I got nothin'
to say to youse.

'Unless you knew
what happened to Vivian.'

How she was killed.

Or maybe you're
protecting Cindy.

No way she'd lay
a finger on her own kid.

- No way.
- Somebody did.

He didn't deserve her.

Or those girls.

You, on the other hand, were
willing to start a new life

with someone you'd known
for two weeks.

But how'd it begin?

You and Cindy?

I went to that shelter
to check in on her.

I thought
it'd be that one time.

But I found myself
going every day.

That's how.

And a few weeks later,
the hubby tracks her down

wants her back for good.

You couldn't let that happen.

I did my best to save her.

But my best wasn't enough.

He found us
at the shelter, Art.

We'll never get away
from him now, never.

He found you?

He'll be home in an hour
and he expects us to be there.

- Well, where is he now?
- On shift.

Well, what are
we gonna do?

Okay. We're gonna
run away. Alright?

'You, me, and the girls,
we'll go to the shore.'

He's never gonna
find us there.

You can't leave
your life here, Art, your job.

Why not?

You're young.
Your life has just started.

You can't just take
on someone else's...kids.

Their wife.

Then be my wife.

Marry me.

What?

I don't have much.

But what I have is yours,
and the girls'.

And I'll love you
and protect you

and never let harm
come your way.

Don't say those things
if you don't mean them.

I do.

♪ My toes too numb to step ♪

So?

♪ My boot heels
to be wanderin' ♪

Will you marry me?

Does this mean mommy's name
is Mrs. Balducci now?

♪ Onto my own parade ♪

♪ Cast your dancing spell ♪

Yes.

♪ I promise to go under it ♪

What about him?

What about Roger?

Right.

You stay here with the girls.

Where are
you going, Art?

I'm gonna make sure
he never bothers you again.

Keep an eye on mommy, girls.

'Okay.'

♪ Play a song for me ♪

♪ In the jingle jangle morning ♪

♪ I'll come following you ♪

Oh, heck, Balducci.
You gave me a fright.

What, the whole precinct
coming down to see me home?

You let her go.

You let her be.

You understand
my meaning?

Yeah.
Yeah.

You'll never hurt her again.

That's how we dealt
with abusers back then.

Off the books.

Okay.

So then you tried
to run off with Cindy?

I thought we
were free.

But I went back
to my place..

...and they were gone.

Cindy, the girls.

There was a note.

"We forgot Snowflake.
Be back soon."

They went back for the cat.

To the house.

I raced over, but
it was dark, empty.

I drove around for hours
that night lookin' for 'em.

Went down to the shore.

I walked that beach till dawn.

Never found 'em.

I kept hopin' she'd call.

But she never did.

And that's when I knew.

Roger had found her, the girls.

He never
said a word..

..but I knew.

Roger was killed in the line
of duty a few months later.

You knew his beat.

She was Mrs. Cindy Balducci
for a day.

At least I had that.

Cindy Balducci.

No need to write any
of that last part down.

Don't remember
what the man said anyhow.

If you ever find Cindy
out there somewhere..

...would you tell her..

...she doesn't need
to be afraid of him anymore.

Art took care of it.

- Hmm?
- Cindy Balducci?

Yes. May I help you?

Philadelphia PD.

Or, uh, is
it Mulvaney?

That's all for today.

I'll see you next week.

Please go away.

Maura wants
to know why you left.

I don't know anyone
by that name.

I'm sorry.

She can't know.

- He'll find her.
- Your husband?

He's dead, Cindy.

He can't hurt Maura,
not anymore.

He swore he'd find me.

He'd find her.

He would take
everything I loved.

Like he took Vivian.

What did he do to Vivian?

Don't you see?

I still had Maura left.

I had to make sure
she would be safe from him.

That's why I left her
at the church.

And shewassafe.

But now Maura needs to know
why she ended up alone.

Tell her.

I had no choice.

I had to make sure
he'd never find you.

Even if that meant
giving you up forever.

Snowflake, where are you?

Shh.
Keep your voice down.

But daddy's still
at work, mommy.

I know, but we have
to be quiet, okay?

I'll get Snowflake, but you have
to promise to stay put, okay?

Okay.

Snowflake?

Snowflake. Snowflake.

Stupid cat. Come here.

Oh, thank God.

Let's get out of here.

You wanna drive,
or should I?

'Get in.'

We're a family.

We're gonna work this out.

Families always do.

Isn't that right, girls?

First, I gotta know something.

Where are you taking us?

Did you make it with him?

Roger, not in front
of the girls.

Did you make it with him?

No, I didn't.

'Good.'

That's good.

That means we can start again.

You and me.

Roger..

I'd kill myself if we couldn't.

You're the only thing
in my life that counts.

I'm nothing without my family.

I miss my wife.

I miss you, too.

'Do you miss daddy, girls?'

Yes, daddy.

Should we go home then?

What about Mrs. Balducci, mommy?

We don't need to talk about her.

Who's Mrs. Balducci?

Mommy is.

I'm sorry.

Me, too.

'What are you doing, Roger?'

'What are you doing'?

Roger?

What are you doing with them?

Roger?

Give them back to me.

I'll do
anything you want.

- Just give them back to me.
- Mommy.

Think you can just drive off
into the sunset?

Live happily ever after?

No. No, I don't.

No. No.

There is no happily ever after.

'No!'

Not for us, babe.

Not for you.

Not if I can help it.

Mommy, mommy!

No-o-o!

No. No.

No-o-o!

♪ In the chilly
hours and minutes ♪

♪ Of uncertainty
I want to be ♪

♪ In the warm hold
of your loving mind ♪

♪ To feel you all around me ♪

♪ And to take your hand
along the sand ♪

♪ Ah, but I may as well
try and catch the wind ♪

♪ When sundown pales the sky ♪

♪ I wanna hide awhile
behind your smile ♪

♪ And everywhere I'd look
your eyes I'd find ♪

♪ For me to love you now ♪

♪ Would be
the sweetest thing ♪

♪ 'Twould make me sing ♪

♪ Ah, but I may as well
try and catch the wind ♪

♪ Dee dee dee dee
dee dee dee ♪

♪ When rain has hung
the leaves with tears ♪

♪ I want you near
to kill my fears ♪

♪ To help me to leave
all my blues behind ♪

♪ Standin' in your heart ♪

♪ Is where I want to be
and I long to be ♪

♪ Ah, but I may as well
try and catch the wind ♪

♪ Dee dee dee dee
dee dee dee ♪

♪ When rain has hung
the leaves with tears ♪

♪ I want you near
to kill my fears ♪

♪ To help me to leave
all my blues behind ♪

♪ Standin' in your heart ♪

♪ Is where I want to be
and long to be ♪

♪ Ah, but I may as well try
and catch the wind ♪

♪ Ah, but I may as well try
and catch the wind ♪

Stay tuned for scenes
from our next episode.