No.
Dad? You there?
Can you hear me?
Dad, I need you to be there.
Yeah, Chief, I'm comin'.
Listen, there's something I need to t...
Right here.
Chief?
Something happened. Something pretty bad.
What's the matter, Johnny?
- Mom. Something happened to her. - Your mom. What?
She's not here.
What do you mean, she's not there?
She died. But it's like it just happened though.
She died? Your mom just died?
No, Dad. It happened a long time ago. A long time ago for me.
When?
October 22, 1969.
That's now, Johnny. That's next week.
How? You gotta tell me how.
- She was murdered. - What are you talking about?
Listen to me. There was this case.
A serial. They never caught him, but he murdered three women.
All nurses between '68 and '69. They call him the Nightingale.
The Nightingale? We've been watching it on the news. I was worried about it.
Dad, we did something. Something to make it worse.
I don't understand.
He didn't just kill three women anymore. He's killed ten.
Something we did changed the past.
- But how come your mother... - Just think about it!
Everything you did is different than if you hadn't gotten out of that warehouse.
Now, what'd you do last night, Dad?
I talked to you. I put you on the bike.
I tucked you in at Gordo's. I went to see your mother at the hospital.
Oh, shit! That's it. She wasn't supposed to be there.
Butch went and got her because that was the night of the fire.
Something happened at that hospital?
It could have been anywhere or time that she wouldn't have been if you'd died.
I have to take her away from here.
- He cannot hurt her if I take her. - What about the others?
- I'll warn them.
They'll just think you're crazy.
I gotta do something. You don't even know what this guy looks like.
- No, because... No, but... - You don't know who he is!
Wait a minute.
Dad, I may not know who he is...
but I know where he's gonna to be and what he's gonna do before he gets there.
Do I call the police? They won't believe me.
They will if they catch him in the act. And you can make that happen.
No, I don't know about... I'm a firefighter.
I'm a cop! This is what I do! This is something we have to do!
What if the ham stops working? What if I can't reach you?
Then get Mom out.
But, Dad, those other women were not supposed to die.
If we don't try and stop this guy...
we'll have to live with that for the rest of our lives.
- Okay. Tell me what to do. - All right.
The next victim is Carrie Reynolds.
It happens tomorrow. Case file says she left Roosevelt Hospital at 6:00.
Showed up at Cozy's Bar around 6:30.
She walked out of that bar around 7:30.
And they found her dead in an alley behind the bar at 8:00.
Follow her. See if anybody's watching her or hitting on her.
I'm betting when she walks out of that place, somebody'll go out with her.
When they do, you call the cops.
- Hi, Carrie. - Hiya, Glen. How you doin'?
Real good.
From the girls, pal. All of them.
Thanks.
- Sit down. - A fireman, huh?
- Yeah, I'm not really... - Ah, a married fireman.
- Yeah. - What the hell! What do they call you?
Frank.
7-4. Homicide.
Yeah, it's me.
You're kiddin'.
Hold on. Spell that for me.
Okay. Thanks, Mario.
Our lucky break. Mario ID'd the dental.
Her name's Mary Finelli. Reported missing April 16, 1968.
April 16? That means she was the first.
Which means he probably knew her.
This case just got hot.
She's gone. Carrie Reynolds isn't in here.
Who?
He did it.
Carrie Reynolds is alive and well, Dad.
- I'll be damned. - Did you see him?
- Figure who he is? - No, I messed up.
I kept talking to her. I was afraid to let her out of my sight.
Whoever it was, he must've backed off.
That's okay. We're gonna get him. This is gonna work.
I hope so.
- What else you got? - We caught a break.
Found his first victim.
Her name is Mary Finelli.
Hang on a sec, John.
Jules, there's somebody I want you to talk to, okay?
Remember I told you about this guy John?
I want you to say hello to him.
John, say hello to my wife, Julia.
Hi, John.
Frank tells me you're a cop.
Yeah, that's right.
My six-year-old keeps telling us he wants to be a policeman...
right after he retires from the majors.
We bought him a badge and whistle for his birthday.
I remember. I used to play cops and robbers...
but you... my mom wouldn't let me have a toy gun.
Sounds like your mom and I would get along.
Yeah, she's pretty special. I'm real proud of her.
Bet she's proud of you, too, being a cop and all.
I hope so. I hope she knows how much I love her.
Oh, she knows. Moms always know how much their kids love them.
Even if they don't tell them all the time like they should.
Well, I gotta go. It was good talking to you, John.
Yeah, you too.
- I wanna talk on Daddy's radio. - Okay, Chief, go ahead.
- Sweetheart, say good night to John. - Good night, John.
Good night there, Chief.
Okay, guys. Bedtime.
No, I wanna talk on the radio, too.
- All right, Gordo, come here. - Gordo, two minutes, then bedtime.
Sit right there. Press there.
This is the space cowboy.
I'm an intergalactic traveler from the federation planet Earth.
- Gordo? - How do you know my name, mister?
Listen, Gordo...
my name is Santa Claus.
And I'm going to give you the biggest Christmas present you ever had.
I better give you my address then.
No, don't worry about it. Now, this is important.
Something you got to remember for a long time. Yahoo.
What's that?
It's a magic word. It's like...
It's like abracadabra, but even better. Try it out, kid. Yahoo.
- Yahoo. - You got it, space cowboy.
Gordo, your two minutes are up.
- Now go upstairs and write it down. - Okay, mister.
- I mean, Santa. - Come on.
Let's go. Stay there, John. I'll be right back. Upstairs.
Jules, got a live one down here coming your way.
Yeah, Chief?
You still there?
- What do we do now? - Okay, Sissy Clark.
- 423 Greenwich Street. - Hang on, hang on. Go ahead.
Sissy Clark, 423 Greenwich Street, apartment 2E, tomorrow.
- Okay, 2E. - Nurse.
Moonlights as a cocktail waitress at the Kaleidoscope on West 63rd.
Left work at 2 a. m...
was killed in her apartment between 2:15 and 5:00.
Okay, I got it.
Dad, I don't know how long this thing is gonna keep workin'.
Or if we'll be able to talk again. Just be careful.
I'm happy you found her, Detective.
It makes it easier now, to know for sure.
You know.
Can I keep these for a while?
Okay, just let me walk you through it.
I'm all ears.
Three guys show up in both the yearbook and diary.
First guy passed away ten years ago.
Second guy died in Vietnam.
And the third one is Daryl Simpson.
So I ran him through BCI. Got a hit.
Busted for sexual assault eight days after the last Nightingale murder.
March 22, 1970.
So the murders stopped because he was off the street...
and by the time he got paroled he had smartened up enough to control himself?
That's not the first time that's been true.
I got a feeling about this guy. This is him, Satch.
- Can I get you another one? - No thanks, I'm good.
Anything else?
Sexual assault, Daryl. Five years.
But you got lucky, right? You got away with something else.
Something you figured nobody knows about.
What I know is what I told you.
Let me tell you what I know. You went to Saint Ambrose with Mary.
You lived five blocks from her. You liked her, but she ain't interested.
- That must've hurt, huh? - So what?
- So, what'd you do about it? - Nothing!
Spare a smoke?
Yeah.
Here, I'm trying to quit.
Oh, my God!
What is this?
Jesus! Jesus!
- Get that away from me! - Sandra Moore. Patty Ryan.
Mary Finelli. These names mean anything to you?
Julia Sullivan. Does she mean anything?
Well, she means something to me!
See ya, fireman. Don't talk so much next time.
Will you run my tips while I go change?
Thanks.
You know, Daryl...
sometimes, despite all the training we cops go through...
despite all that we are taught about right and wrong...
despite all that we would like to honor in ourselves...
we can come to a place...
where we don't give a damn.
Know what I mean?
You'll tell me everything I need to know now.
You got a minute?
Yeah, sure.
He ain't the guy, John.
Because he didn't want to look at the photos? Not everyone fits the profile.
If he was gonna give up something, he would've done it already.
You following me?
I asked you a question, asshole.
Mary Finelli.
Whoa, dude! What happened to him?
It was a bad trip, man. A little time kissing the porcelain, he'll be fine.
- I understand that. - All right, come on, pal.
Open up! Miss Clark! Open the door!
It's the police! Open the door!
It's okay, ma'am. Go back inside. It's the police.
Are you in there? Open up! I know you're in there!
Sissy Clark! Open the door! Open the door!
He killed her.
I couldn't do a damn thing to stop it.
- It's not your fault. - Yes, it is.
We changed everything, Johnny.
- It's like we cheated. - Dad, we can't go back.
'Cause you didn't die in that fire.
No matter what you do, nothing is going to change it.
So all we can do is deal with this and try to make it right.
- I'm not a cop. I'm not fooling anyone. - I know, but we can.
We can do it together. Remember spirit and guts?
He's got my driver's license.
What?
He took my driver's license. He knows where we live.
He took your... He took your wallet?
Well, he tossed the wallet, but he kept the license.
- He touched your wallet? Where is it? - In my pocket.
- We got him, Dad. You got him. - What?
You got his prints. Listen, you gotta get me that wallet.
- How the hell am I supposed to do that? - As carefully as possible.
- Take your wallet out by the corners. - What are you talking about?
- Dad, just do it. - All right.
All right. Right. Okay. I got it.
All right, listen.
I want you to wrap it up.
Put it in one of them plastic bags you keep the extra transistors in.
I see where you're going!
Beautiful. Now, I want you to hide it somewhere.
Somewhere where nobody's gonna find it for the next 30 years.
- I think maybe... - Where?
The window seat in the dining room.
There's a loose board on the left, on the bottom.
Perfect! Beautiful!
It's in!
Great! Okay, I'm after it.
We're in business! Now just sit tight and don't worry.
And the winner is...
Oh, man. It's a cop.
What the hell?
Son of a bitch.
Hey, Mr. Shepard. How are you?
Who's that? Oh, hi, Detective.
I came by to wrap things up over there. Thought I'd say hello.
I'm glad you did. Come on in.
Thank you.
- Buy you a cup of coffee? - Sure.
- Black? Sugar? Milk? - Oh, you know. It's all good.
You'll get black.
Fresh pot.
- You know Jack? - Not really.
He's still on the job?
He does a little P.I., but he's mostly retired.
Living off his pension, huh?
Jack got caught up in them Knapp hearings.
Set up by some dirty cops who needed a fall guy.
Hurt him bad. Would've broke his mother's heart.
- Is she around? - Who?
- Your wife. - No. She passed on a long time ago.
Long time ago.
- I'm sorry. - Oh, that's okay.
Can I ask you how she died?
Well, she...
She was murdered.
An ugly one, to tell you the truth.
Mother of a cop, and they never found the bastard who did it.
You on the job?
A long time ago.
- Do I know you? - I look familiar?
- What house you work? - The 7-4. Homicide.
Mmm, a hotshot.
- No, just working the job. - Yeah, I hear that, pal.
As a matter of fact, I caught a case that goes back to your day.
One of the Nightingale murders.
- No kidding? - No. Missing teenager.
Disappeared back in '68. We found her bones last week...
buried behind some old diner out by Dyckman Street.
Mary Finelli. Talk about dumb luck!
The odds of finding that girl 30 years later and of hitting a dental...
Forget about it.
The best part is, she's the first victim.
And she knew the killer, so...
I'm betting those old bones are gonna do a lot of talking.
But not for nothing. The past is a funny thing.
We all have skeletons in the closet.
You never know when they're going to pop up and bite you in the ass.
Huh, Jack?
You changed your M.O.
If they knew your mom was a Nightingale, they would've looked at the family.
They would've looked at you.
And what are you lookin' at?
Stealin' your life away.
You went down 30 years ago, pal.
You just don't know it yet.
A cop? He's a cop? What the hell am I supposed to do with that?
Call the FBI. Use a pay phone.
Don't give him your name, Dad.
Say Shepard killed Finelli, Clark and the others. That he's the Nightingale.
Say where Finelli's body's buried. They'll connect him to her.
- Frank here? - They'll search his place.
They'll find some souvenirs. He always took a piece of his victims' jewelry.
- Satch. - Hey, Frank.
- What are you doing here? Are you off? - We need to talk.
- Dad? - Hang on a sec, John.
I'm in the middle of something important here. Mind if we do this...
I'm sorry, Frank, but we need to step outside right now.
What's happening?
John, Satch is here.
- He's with his partner. - What's going on?
Hang on a sec.
- What's your partner doing here? - What happened to your eye?
Banged it up.
Let's talk outside.
- We need to do that. - About what?
- Let's go. Do us both a favor. - All right.
Stay there. I'll be back.
Be right back, all right?
So where were you last night, Frank?
Where do you think I was, Satch?
Same place I found this.
Under the body of a dead woman.
No, this isn't what you think.
- This isn't what you think. - I want to be wrong.
So let's take a ride down to the precinct and talk about it.
- Yeah, I need to talk to you, too. - Come on, we'll take a ride.
All right. Let me tell my family where I'm going.
All right? Be right back.
It's all right. Don't worry.
- Chief, you there? - Yeah.
They found Sissy Clark. They think that I did it.
- Frank. - Give me a second.
Don't do this!
- What's going on? - Uncle Satch, don't!
What's going on?
He's a cop.
A cop.
Jack Shepard.
He's a detective in the 15th precinct.
I swear, Satch.
And you got all this from the guy on the radio, from your son in the future.
Yeah. As nuts as that sounds, yeah.
You've gotta listen to me, open up your mind and try to understand what I say.
You got something going on with this girl, that's one thing.
But you gotta tell me.
Are you listening to me? You're in a world of shit!
An eyewitness puts you outside the dead girl's apartment.
Your prints are all over the place, not to mention the license.
Chuck is getting a search warrant for your house.
- What's he going to find, huh? - Nothing.
Give me something, something I can believe.
It's number five for Dave McNally.
Two Mets are out in the fifth inning.
What if I can prove it to you?
How's that?
World Series. Where are they right now? What? Fifth inning?
What if I were to tell you...
that in the bottom of the sixth inning...
the Mets are gonna be down three-zip?
Cleon Jones is gonna come to bat.
He's going to get hit...
in the foot by a wild pitch.
It's gonna leave a shoe polish mark on the ball.
Hear me out! Hear me out, all right?
He goes to first. Clendenon comes up.
He's gonna hit a two-two pitch into the left field bleachers.
This is insane.
In the bottom of the seventh, Weis is gonna hit a solo home run...
and Jones and Swoboda are gonna score in the eighth.
The Mets are gonna win that game, five to three.
Go watch that game. If it don't happen, I'm a liar.
- Go watch the game? - Yeah, watch the game!
Frank, they're gonna make you for Sissy Clark's murder!
And they're gonna match that with the Nightingale murders.
Do you understand what that means?
His wife is here. She wants to talk to you.
Let's walk, Jules. Get a cup of coffee.
How you doin'?
You got a collar in here for the Nightingale murders?
Yeah.
Everything okay with you and Frank?
Yeah, we're good. He works hard. I work hard. We're good.
Who's Sissy Clark, Satch?
Do you know where Frank was last night?
Yeah, he was working. He had a tour.
Sit down.
Did you hear what I said?
So how'd you know?
- Hey, this guy tried... - How you doin'?
What's happening?
Shut up, asshole. Mind if we take this outside?
He's trying to kill me. Find Satch! He's trying to kill me.
What are you doing with my collar?
Listen, I'm sorry, pal. I didn't mean to step on your toes.
They sent me from downstairs. I thought you'd be with him.
What are you looking at him for?
He matches a description of an armed robbery suspect.
So tell me about the radio.
Who's he talking to on that thing?
John. He's a cop.
He talks to him all the time. I've talked to him, too.
- You talk to Johnny on the radio? - Yeah. John. What's going on?
You come and take Frank and now you're talking to me like a cop.
I'm talking to you as a friend.
'Cause as a cop I wouldn't be here at all.
Listen, Jules...
they're gonna take me off this case.
And then Frank is gonna tell them what he's been tellin' me.
And then nobody is gonna be able to help him. Okay?
Cleon Jones makes the catch.
Half the uniforms are at the game. It'll be a riot if they pull it off.
What is he telling you?
That he's talking to Johnny on the radio.
Yeah. John, the cop. I told you that.
No, he says that John...
is your son, Johnny, little Johnny...
on the radio in the future.
On the radio. You see?
No. You misunderstood him.
- Sissy Clark? - Yeah.
She's a nurse. And she was murdered yesterday.
And Frank is connected.
He is either a material witness or accomplice or the perpetrator.
McNally, who's been thoroughly in command.
Cleon starts down to first base, and DeMiro calls him back.
Satch, you know he didn't do this. Right?
Carrying the baseball, he's coming over now.
- Hodges showing the baseball to DeMiro. - Can I see him?
Hodges... We might have a shoe polish play here.
Remember the Nippy Jones shoe polish play in the 1957 World Series...
at Milwaukee?
Hodges showing it to DeMiro, who awards first base!
My God.
Satch, what's going on?
Mind if I go back at the fireboy? I wanna see what he's got.
Jesus.
It's out down here!
Hey, bud.
Go ahead.
See if aviation's got a helicopter...
for commencing an air search for body in water.
It was a season and World Series for the ages for the Mets and MVP Don Clendenon.
For the Mets faithful, the New York fans, wow!
Here's your coffee and cigarettes.
I'll be upstairs.
Incredible sun storm has created a remarkable aurora borealis.
A cold front, and the aurora is already dimming and will be over by morning.
John, are you there? John, I'm back.
- John, are you there? - I'm here, Dad.
- We did it, son. - What?
- We stopped him. - We did?
Yeah.
There's something... Something's wrong. I don't...
What's wrong?
If we stopped him, why isn't Mom here?
Why don't I remember her being okay?
But I killed him. He's dead.
My turn to steal...
your life away.
John? Johnny, you there?
Hey, bud.
Julia!
Mommy?
No!
Hey, Johnny.
It's okay, it's okay.
What are you gonna do, Frank? Put the gun down.
Let him go!
You put the gun down.
I'll snap his neck. Put the gun down now.
Time to die, Sullivan. Time to die.
Run, Johnny, run, run, run!
Run!
Come here. You all right?
You all right?
I'm still here, Chief.
'Round the horn, 'round the horn.
Come on, new batter, new batter, new batter!
Come on, Frank!
The Benz! Not the Benz!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Nice hittin', Frank.
Way to go.
Thank you very much.
Let's play some ball.
Come on. New batter, new batter, new batter.
Go get it! He's slow! He's old!
- Come on, Johnny. - Bring me home, Chief.
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