Homicide: Life on the Street (1993–1999): Season 6, Episode 21 - Finnegan's Wake - full transcript

Well, look at this.

Looks like somebody's
doing you a favour.

- 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?

Hey, Detective?
The guy probably cut her with this.

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

- On the table.
- Put it back!



Put the knife back and get out of here!

I want everyone out of this room!

Watch where you're stepping!
Hey! Come on! Jeez.

Where are the shoeprints?

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

This is your crime scene.

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.
- Why not?

- It's a dream, Frank!
- You think so?

Yeah!

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

What makes you so sure of anything?

It's a dream.



- How do you know?
- Because I've had it before.

♪ Hello, stranger

♪ It seems so good
to see you back again... ♪

Excuse me, can I... can I help you?

- Are you a detective?
- Yes, I sure am. See?

- I need to talk.
- Do you need the homicide unit?

Yes.

Why don't you come this way?

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

William Devlin.

OK, Mister 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.
- OK.

- Come in.
- Can I ask you a question?

- Hypothetical?
- What's up?

Say someone comes in with information
on a very old case, decades old,

and it leads to the identification
of a killer, although the killer's now dead.

That would still be a clearance,
would it not?

If there's evidence, State's Attorney's
Office will say we solved the murder.

- Why do you ask?
- This fella came in, this elderly guy.

He said his father had murdered
this woman back in the '30s,

and I just got to thinking, what if?

A fella come in and said what? What?

He unburdened himself
of the fact that his father had...

murdered a woman called 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. I gave the guy the bum's rush.
I should check it out?

I think ECS still has the original
evidence, even the bullet.

OK. 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...

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.

You shouldn't even think
about going there again.

I... I understand, no.

It took me a long time to get over
that case. That's all I'm saying.

Well, enough said. OK.

Falsone, something just came
over the wall. I want you to handle it.

- What's that?
- A cold case.

- How cold is it?
- 1932.

Huh? You kidding?

Detective, I'm giving you an opportunity
for a career moment here.

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

We shouldn't shake
this kid's tree until we got...

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

What if this kid gets a lawyer?

He won't 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.

You wanna get him now?
Let's get him now.

Frank, hold on a minute there.
Y'all know about this Clara Slone?

- Yeah, the little girl from the 1920s?
- Right, so you know about it?

Yeah, an old Homicide legend.
Bolander talked about it.

Clara Slone was shot to the head, right?

- How do you know about the case?
- Er... older detectives, you know.

How come I've never heard
anything about it?

- Hey, Bayliss?
- What?

- You got William Devlin's address?
- No.

Wait a minute.
You got a lead in the Clara Slone case?

Well, if you want to call it that.

Could you look for Devlin in the phone
book? I'm going to Central Records.

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

When I first came on Homicide,
the older detectives talked about it,

so I went to check it out for myself,
the file's been missing for years.

Terrific.

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

If this case is such a legend, how come
I don't know anything about it?

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

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

When you caught Adena Watson
your first week on Homicide

and that case didn't go down,
nobody had the heart to tell you about it.

Here you go. 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's T Finnegan?

♪ Tell my ma when I go home,
the boys won't leave the girls alone

♪ They pull my hair, they stole my comb
but that's all right till I get home ♪

- You now that song?
- No, Daddy.

You never ever sang that one before.

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

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.

♪ Pulled my hair, they stole my comb,
but that's all right... ♪

- It's for you!
- ♪ She is handsome, she is pretty ♪

- A Homicide Detective.
- Really?

- Yeah?
- Thomas Finnegan?

What do you need?

Do you have the case file and evidence
related to the Clara Slone case?

- They've reopened the investigation?
- Sort of. I need those materials.

I knew it. I knew this day would come!

- I said it a thousand times, didn't I?
- You sure did, Dad.

Clara Slone. Hmm, 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.

Why do you have evidence from
an investigation in your basement?

Because I'm the last detective that gave
a damn about Clara Slone, that's why.

Come on!

The basement's upstairs?

No, no, no, no, no. Clara Slone
is about more than a case file.

It's Baltimore history. That little girl
has waited all this time to be avenged.

- Avenged?
- Yeah.

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?

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

The one about I'm with you and we're
back at the Adena Watson crime scene?

Frank!

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,
the crime scene, the interrogation.

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?

You wish you had stayed
with the Slone case?

Yeah.

Maybe it's good that you passed on it.

If you had started in with another
dead little girl, nightmares...

That wound has healed, Frank.

Why pull off the scab?

I hear ya.

- If I could just get the case file...
- Where's my sports coat?

- Your what?
- The navy blue one!

- 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 for this
since 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 you'll be telling me
you don't remember six-shooters.

They'd already gone to 9mm
when I came on.

- Yeah, when was that?
- '91.

Look at him, Gloria.

What's left of Baltimore is being policed
by the likes of children.

- Were you on the desk this morning?
- Since 7:00, yeah.

Did you see an old guy, lost-looking,
wander out of here at any point?

Looked like he was gonna
keel over at any time?

- That's him. What happened to him?
- He keeled over.

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

- Eventually, we got him a ride.
- A ride?

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

- Did you move this box?
- 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?

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.

You could still match that up
if you recovered a weapon.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Clara was wearing this at the time.
Bullet hole.

Perfectly preserved.

I know cases where ten years
after the fact, clothes are rotted through.

Oh, jeez.

- This hers?
- Yeah. She was a real beauty.

Golden locks like that one.

- Ah, a flush of rose in her cheeks.
- So you saw her?

No, photographs, I came on
twelve years after the killing.

- So you weren't the lead investigator.
- No, it was O'Malley. Poor bastard.

- O'Malley, huh?
- 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 St Agnes and...

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

I didn't want to argue
cos he looked so god-awful,

but I'm thinking to myself, why me?

Why not one of the veterans
who was there when it happened?

He said, "Why you?"Because
I knew you when you came on

"and your father when he was a police,
and you're both stubborn mules."

- He must have thought a lot of you.
- 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.

We always figured that the case
would finally be solved this way.

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... Understand me?

...not a day went by that
I didn't think of Clara Slone.

- How old are you?
- If you want, you can talk to my boss.

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

I got underwear older than you!

- Let's talk to Giardello.
- Giardello?

- Who's that, your Shift Commander?
- Yup.

Yeah.
Guess the Italians really did take over.

- You OK 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.

- Say what?
- 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 for Patrick Kelly?

- No.
- Yeah, me, neither.

In this world, dead is dead.

It's this way.

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

- It sounds like flying saucers.
- That's the phones.

OK, 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, I wouldn't be like
an old fossil who keeps coming back,

to tell the new generation
the lies 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,

but whatever Protestant was working
Ellis Island that day couldn't spell.

I'm glad to see there's still room
for the Irish.

- The Irish make their own room.
- Now you're talking sense.

- When did 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.

There was more charm in that
than this government-issue stuff.

Mr Finnegan, this is my partner,
Laura Ballard.

Ah, another one.

Are you running a Homicide squad
or a chorus line?

- Excuse me?
- 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.
- Yeah, that it does.

I also recall that ladies wore hats.
Don't you wear hats any more?

Is this better?

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

- He give it up?
- Excuse me?

You're coming from
a Box session, right?

- That ugly mope? He won't go?
- Suspect demanded to see an attorney.

Oh, he does?
You give him a taste of the phone book?

We haven't hit anybody with a phone
book around here since 1996.

The Lieutenant's nowhere around.
Sit down 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 any more.

Your first order of business:
Is this witness credible?

Over the years, 200 hundred people
have been accused of killing Clara,

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 it,

the 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, I was
detailed to this case as a rookie.

- He wants to work it with us.
- I'm sure your expertise will be useful.

We'll call it an extended ride-along.
That all right with you?

Thanks, Lieutenant.

- Glad to have you here.
- Thank you.

- You enjoy that, son?
- Enjoy what?

Trying to make a fool out of me,

not telling me that
Giardello was a coloured guy.

I'm gonna check out the crime scene.

- That's a waste of time.
- Is it OK 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.

Finnegan, you want to drive?

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.

'Poor O'Malley.
He was screwed from the start.

'Curiosity seekers trampled
over the woods,

'leaving 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 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.

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.

I paid for sneakin' out.
My feet swoll up, like balloons.

Hi, I'm Detective Falsone.
We have a few questions.

Let me get that.

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.

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... 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.

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... out in Essex.

He, he... 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 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.

I'll save her the guilt
of making 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.

Mr Finnegan is a collector of antique
firearms, he's interested in a handgun

your brother told him about,
that your father gave to you.

That cheap little.32? 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?
Why would he remember that?

- Tell us where the gun is.
- I got rid of it.

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

- Got rid of it, how?
- He seems angry.

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?
- It must be 20 years ago.

Tell us the real reason
you threw it in the water?

Shut up, please? Just shut up.

- It was not a valuable gun.
- Would you show us the spot?

- Are you joking?
- We're dead serious, pal.

- That gun was used to kill the little girl.
- Damn it, Finnegan!

What? What?

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

- I don't know, to be honest.
- William Devlin's story is credible.

But the only way to know for sure, Gee,
is to find that weapon.

- I'll get you a diving team.
- Great.

We still have to drag along Finnegan?
He's in the way.

- Finnegan's earned the right.
- You think he thinks highly of you?

Look, I know what kind of cop he is.
He's a product of his time.

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.

- 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 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.

The Slones 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.

You're a piece of work.

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

the name of John Devlin ever came up.

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

The original detectives looked 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.
- Late is what I am.

- We've got something.
- Is it a gun?

- Hey, hey, that looks like a revolver.
- Sure does.

Took me years.

Did us a good day's work today.

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

- So that lead paid off.
- Lab's still got the gun.

- They gotta remove the rust.
- They'll 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 drinkin'?
I've got you covered all night.

That's very nice of you, bitch.
Jameson's, straight up.

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?
- Jack who?

Jack who?
Jack Connelly, who do you think?

- Am I supposed to know who that is?
- Jack owns this joint.

Pour him another Jameson's,
he'll be happy.

Hey, take it easy with that.
I don't want you stroking out on me.

Just keep talking crap, Falsone.
Hey? Call that an honest pour?

Finish the job here.

Give me another, too.
I want to make a toast.

You're gonna feel pretty stupid
if that gun and bullet don't match up.

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...
- Let's hear what you got.

OK.

♪ If you want my body and you think
I'm sexy, come on, sugar, let me know

♪ If you really need me,
just reach out and touch me

♪ Come on, baby, tell me so ♪

You tryin' to make a fool out of me?

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

- Sure it is.
- That's not a song. This is a song...

♪ Oh, the Easter snow

♪ It is melted away

♪ It was so rare and so beautiful

♪ But it's melted back into the clay

♪ Those days will be remembered
beyond out in the Naul

♪ Listening to the master's notes

♪ As gently they do fall

♪ Oh, the music,
when Seamus he did play

♪ But the thaw has melted
the mantle white

♪ And turned it back into the clay

♪ Oh, the Easter snow,
it is melted away

♪ It was so rare and so beautiful

♪ But it's melted back into the clay ♪

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 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?
- She did you right, Tommy.

Don't bust chops your whole life.

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.

- 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!

Had trouble with that dope dealer
and his kind, huh?

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

In my time, we kept 'em down.

You know, one time,
we went to arrest this dope dealer...

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

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 just like the other three cops,

I drop a switchblade by the guy's body
to cover Billy's ass.

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

Wait! Wait! The guy's not dead!

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."

Five different knives
laying around this dumb spook...

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

Spook?

Hey, come on, buddy.
I didn't mean anything about you.

I was talking about
this piece of garbage.

Lewis, come on. Don't go. He's a man
of his times. He didn't mean it.

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.

- You see that?
- He's just tryin' to duck out on his tab.

Now, what do you call that?

It's just all those ladies you got
in your Squad Room.

- Girlie, do me another one over here.
- Know what, Tommy? It's time to go.

- Says who?
- I say. Let's go.

- Need a hand?
- Nah, I got him.

♪ Oh, the Easter snow... ♪

Hey... Tommy?

Hey, you're not dead, are you?

Hey, Tommy? Wake up.

Kiss my ass, Falsone.

I'll walk you inside.

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 go to hell!

Have a nice life, Finnegan.

- Bayliss, any word from the lab yet?
- No.

- What's that, the Adena Watson file?
- What?

No. No, it's Clara Slone.

I'm seeing if they had
John Devlin as a suspect.

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

Clara Slone had a little sister,
who Finnegan interviewed in '74

to see if she was ever approached
about the case.

- Covering his bases before he retired.
- Yeah.

- Think she's still alive?
- 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?

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?

- Falsone. Good work on that case.
- Thanks.

Coming from you, that means a lot.

- So are you gonna call Finnegan?
- Might as well wait a while.

The way he was drinking,
he's probably not conscious.

It's up to you if you 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.

If Finnegan's gonna be there,
you ought to be there.

No. I'm gonna go see
if I can locate Margaret Putnam.

- Who?
- Clara Slone's little sister.

Oh.

Yeah. Finnegan had a Howard County
address on her.

♪ So I'll spend my days
in endless...

How you doing?

- Bayliss?
- Yeah.

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

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

It's not worth bragging that it took
this Department 66 years to solve.

No. I came to ask you
about Margaret Putnam.

Oh, yeah, yeah.
She was born after Clara was killed.

She was like the replacement child.

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

I thought maybe you'd like
to give her the news?

Oh, she'll hear it on TV.

Tommy, 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.

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, 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.

- Be good for us.
- All right, all right. Let me get my coat.

- I'll wait here.
- No, come in.

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

♪ Shoo-bop, shoo-bop,
my baby

♪ Shoo-bop, shoo-bop

♪ Hello, stranger

♪ It seems so good
to see you back again

- ♪ How long has it been?
- ♪ Ooh, seems like a mighty long time

♪ Shoo-bop, shoo-bop,
my baby, ooh

♪ It seems like a mighty long time

♪ Shoo-bop, shoo-bop, my baby

♪ Shoo-bop, shoo-bop,
my baby

♪ Shoo-bop, shoo-bop, my baby

♪ Yes, I'm so glad
you're here again

♪ Oh, whoa, whoa!

♪ If you're not gonna stay

♪ Please don't tease me
like you did before

♪ Because I still love you so

♪ Although, it seems
like a mighty long time... ♪