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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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