Hello, Ma?
Noah's Deli.
Oh, no. Sorry.
This is Noah's Deli.
Sam, I gotta talk to you.
Excuse me?
I'm sorry, but I gotta talk to you.
How do you know my name?
Who are you?
Who am I?
Look. I don't know you.
You don't know me?
What do you mean, you don't know me?
Wait. I do know you.
You're Linda and Gordo's friend.
The neighbour. The cop. What are you doing here?
I shouldn't have come here.
I didn't mean to upset you.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, I'll take care of it.
What?
Another rough night?
Is that it?
Yeah, that's it.
Do not disrespect me, John.
Disrespect yourself all you want to...
but not me or anybody else here.
You got that?
We got the preliminary forensics back on the skeleton.
You want to take a look at this.
Bad memories.
You imagine the odds of us digging up a Nightingale murder?
She makes ten.
Ten?
No, I rememberthis case.
Itwas three. He killed three women.
What are you talkin'?
You know betterthan anybody, John.
You looked at these files a thousand times.
Dad? You there?
Can you hear me?
Dad, I need you to be there.
Yeah! Yeah, Chief. I'm comin', I'm comin'.
Listen. There's something I need to t...
Right here, Chief.
Something happened. Something pretty bad.
What's the matter, Johnny? What is it?
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 nextweek.
You got to tell me how.
She was murdered.
Murdered? What are you talking about?
There was this case, a serial.
They never caught him, but he murdered three women...
all nurses, between 68th and 69th.
They call him the Nightingale.
The Nightingale?
We've been watching that on the news. I was worried...
Dad, we did something.
Something to make itworse.
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...
Everything you did is different than whatwould have happened...
if you would have never gotten out of thatwarehouse.
Now what'd you do last night, Dad?
I talked to you.
I put you on the bike.
I tucked you in over at Gordo's...
and I went to see your mother over at the hospital.
Oh, shit. That's it.
She wasn't supposed to be there. Butch went and got her.
Thatwas the night of the fire when he brought her home.
You're saying something happened at that hospital?
That's just the beginning.
It could have been anywhere, place, time...
that she wouldn't have been if you woulda died.
I'll take her away from here, Johnny.
I have to take her away.
He cannot hurt her if I take her away.
What about the others, Dad?
I'll warn them.
That'll neverwork. They'll just think you're crazy.
But I gotta do something. L...
You don't even know what this guy looks like.
Nobody got any... Hold on. Wait a minute.
Dad, I may not know who he is...
but I know where he's gonna be...
and what he's gonna do before he gets there.
What do I do? Do I call the police?
They're not gonna believe me.
They will if they catch him in the act.
You can make that happen, Dad.
No, Johnny. I don't know.
I'm afire-fighter.
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 you get Mom the hell out.
But, Dad, those otherwomen were not supposed to die.
If we don't do something and try to stop this guy...
we'll have to live with that forthe rest of our lives.
OK, tell me what to do.
All right.
The next victim is Carrie Reynolds.
It happens tomorrow.
Case file said she left the 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.
I want you to follow her...
see if anybody's watching her or hitting on her.
'Cause I'm betting when she walks out of that place...
somebody's gonna come out of there with her.
When they do, you call the cops.
Hi, Carrie.
Hiya, Glen. How you doin'?
Real good.
From the girls, pal.
Thanks.
I was...
Sit down.
- Fireman, huh? - Yeah. I'm not really...
Ah, a marriedfireman.
What the hell. What do they call you?
7-4 Homicide.
Yeah, it's me.
You're kidding.
Hold on. Spell thatfor me.
OK. Thanks, Mario.
Our lucky break. Mario ID'd the dental.
Her name is 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 just kept talking to her.
I was afraid to let her out of my sight.
Whoever itwas, he must've backed off.
That's OK. We're gonna get him. This is gonna work.
I hope so. So, what else you got?
We caught a break. Found his first victim.
Her name is Mary Finelli.
- Thanks, Mrs Sullivan. - Hang on a sec, John.
Hey, Jules, there's somebody I want you to talk to. OK?
Remember I told you about this guy, John?
I want you to say hello to him.
Say hello to my wife, Julia.
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 just bought him a badge and a whistle for his birthday.
Yeah, I remember. I used to play cops and robbers all the time...
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.
I 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 got to go.
Itwas good talking to you, John.
Yeah, you, too.
I want to talk on Daddy's radio.
OK, go ahead.
OK, sweetheart. Say good night to John.
Good night, John.
Good night, there, Chief.
OK, guys. Bedtime.
No. I wanna talk on the radio, too.
All right, Gordo. Come here.
OK, Gordo, two minutes, then bedtime.
Sit right there.
Just one more cookie, Mom.
- No more cookies. - Just one more.
This is the space cowboy.
I'm an intergalactic traveller...
from the Federation planet Earth.
How do you know my name, mister?
Listen, Gordo, my name is Santa Claus.
I'm going to give you...
the biggest Christmas present that you ever had.
I better give you my address, then.
No, don'tworry about it, kid. This is important.
Something you got to remember for a long time: Yahoo.
What's that?
It's a magic word. It's like...
like abracadabra, but even better.
Try it out, kid. Yahoo.
Yahoo.
You got it, Space Cowboy.
OK, Gordo. Yourtwo minutes are up.
Go upstairs and write it down.
OK, mister. I mean, Santa.
Come on. Let's go.
Stay there, John. I'll be right back.
Come on. Upstairs.
Jules, we got a live one down here. Comin' yourway.
Yeah, Chief.
You still there?
Yeah. What do we do now?
Sissy Clark.
423 Greenwich Street...
Hang on. Go ahead.
Sissy Clark.
423 Greenwich Street, Apartment 2E. Tomorrow.
OK. 2E.
Nurse. Moonlights as a cocktail waitress...
at the Kaleidoscope on West 63rd.
Leftwork at 2.00 a.m.
Was killed in her apartment between 2.15 and 5.00.
OK, I got it.
I don't know how long this thing is gonna keep working.
Hope we'll be able to talk again.
Just be careful, all right?
I'm happy youfound her, Detective.
It makes it easier now to know for sure.
You know.
Can I keep these for a while, Mrs Finelli?
OK, 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's Daryl Simpson.
So I ran him though B.C.I. Got a hit.
Bustedfor sexual assault...
eight days after the last Nightingale murder.
March 22, 1970.
You think 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 afeelin' 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 youfigured nobody knows about.
What I know is what I told you.
Let me tell you what I know.
You went to St. Ambrose with Mary.
You livedfive blocks from her...
and you liked her, but she ain't interested.
- That must've hurt, huh? - So what?
- So what'd you do about it? - Nothing!
Can I have a smoke?
Here. I'm trying to quit.
Oh, my God. What is this?
Ah, Jesus! Get that away from me!
Sandra Moore. Patti Ryan. Mary Finelli.
These names mean anything to you, pal?
Julia Sullivan. Does she mean anything?
Well, she means something to me!
See you, fireman. Don't talk so much next time.
Gus, will you run my tips while I go change?
- Sure, Sissy. - Thanks.
You know, Daryl...
sometimes, despite all the training...
thatwe cops go through...
despite all thatwe are taught about right and wrong...
despite all thatwe would like to honour in ourselves...
we can come to a place...
where we don't give a damn.
Know what I mean?
You're going to tell me everything I need to know.
John. You got a minute?
Yeah. Sure.
He ain't the guy, John.
Just 'cause he didn'twant to look at the photos...
doesn't mean he isn't the one.
Not everyone fits the profile.
If he was gonna give up something...
he would've done it already.
Youfollowin' me? Huh? Youfollowin' me?
I asked you a question, asshole.
Mary Finelli.
Dude, what happened to him?
Ltwas a bad trip, man.
A little time kissing the porcelain, he'll be fine.
Yeah, I understand that.
All right. Come on, pal.
Open up. Miss Clark! Open the door!
It's the police! Open the door!
It's OK, 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.
Dad, it's not yourfault.
Yes, it is.
We changed everything, Johnny.
It's like we cheated.
Dad? We can't go back...
'cause you didn't die in thatfire.
No matterwhat you do, nothing is gonna change it.
All we can do is deal with this and try to make it right.
I'm not a cop. I'm notfooling anybody.
I know, butwe can.
We can do it together. Remember spirit and guts?
John, he's got my driver's licence.
What?
He took my driver's licence. He knows where we live.
He took your dr... He took yourwallet?
Well, he tossed the wallet, but he kept the licence.
He touched yourwallet? Where's yourwallet?
It's in my pocket.
We got him, Dad. You got him.
His prints. You got his prints.
You got to get me thatwallet.
How the hell am I supposed to do that?
As carefully as possible.
Take yourwallet out, but just touch the corners.
- What are you talking about? - Just do it.
OK, all right. All right.
- Right. - OK. All right. I got it.
All right. Now. Listen.
I want you to wrap it up.
Put it in one of them plastic bags...
you keep extra transistors in.
Yeah. I see where you're going.
Beautiful. OK. Now hide it somewhere.
Somewhere where nobody's gonna find itforthe next30 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! OK, I'm after it.
We're in business!
Now just sit tight and don'tworry!
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 just came by to wrap things up overthere.
Thought I'd say hello.
Glad you did. Come on in.
Thank you.
- Buy you a cup of coffee? - Sure.
Black? Sugar? Milk?
You know. It's all good.
You'll get black.
Fresh pot.
You know Jack?
No. Not really. He still on the job?
He does a little P.I. Work now and then...
but he's mostly retired.
Livin' off his pension, huh?
Jack got caught up in them Knapp hearings.
Set up by some dirty cops who needed afall guy.
Hurt him bad. Would have broke his mother's heart.
Is she around?
- Who? - Yourwife.
No. She passed on. Long time ago.
I'm sorry.
That's OK.
Can I ask how she died?
Well, she...
she was murdered, Detective.
An ugly one, to tell you the truth.
Mother of a cop...
and they neverfound 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.
A hotshot.
No, just... working the job.
Yeah, I hearthat, 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.
They found her bones lastweek...
buried behind some diner out by Dyckman Street.
Mary Finelli.
Yeah, talk about dumb luck.
The odds of anybody findin' that girl thirty years later...
and the chances of hittin' a dental...
Forget about it.
The best part is, she's the first victim.
And she knew the killer. So...
I'm bettin' those old bones are gonna do a lot of talkin'.
Notfor nothin'. The past is afunny thing.
We all have skeletons in the closet.
You never know when they'll pop up and bite you in the ass.
Huh, Jack?
You changed your m.o.
'Cause if they knew your mother was a Nightingale...
they would've looked at the family.
They would've looked at you.
What are you looking at?
Stealing your life away.
You went down thirty years ago, pal.
You just don't know it yet.
A cop? He's a cop?
What am I supposed to do with that?
Call the F.B.I. Use a pay phone.
Don't give 'em your name, Dad.
Tell them Shepard killed Finelli and Clark and the others...
that he's the Nightingale.
Then, tell 'em where Finelli's buried.
They'll be able to connect him to her.
They search his place, they'llfind some souvenirs.
He always took a piece of jewellery from his victims.
What are you doing here? Are you off today?
We need to have a conversation.
- Dad? - Hang on a sec, John.
I'm kind of in the middle of something important here.
- Mind if we do this... - I'm sorry, Frank.
We need to step outside right now.
Dad, what's going on?
John, Satch is here, and he's with his partner.
What the hell's goin' on?
Hang on a sec.
What's your partner doin' here?
What happened to your eye?
I banged it up.
Let's go outside and talk. We need to do that.
Aboutwhat?
Let's go, do us both afavour, huh?
All right.
Stay there, John. I'll be right back.
Be right back. All right?
Where were you last night, Frank?
Where do you think I was, Satch?
Same place lfound this.
Underthe body of a dead woman.
No. This isn't what you think, OK?
This isn'twhat you think.
I want to be wrong here.
Let's take a ride to the precinct and talk.
I want to talk to you, too. I need to talk to you.
Come on. We'll take a ride.
Let me just go inside, tell my family where I'm going.
All right? Be right back.
Everything's all right. Don'tworry.
Chief, you there?
They found Sissy Clark. They think I did it.
Just give me a second. You've got to talk to Satch!
What's going on?
Uncle Satch, stop.
What's going on?
- He's a cop. - A cop?
Jack Shepard.
He's a detective at the 15th Precinct.
I swear, Satch.
And you got all of this from the guy on the radio.
From your son in the future.
Yeah. As nuts as that sounds, yeah.
You gotta listen to me, Satch. You gotta open up your mind...
You gotta understand what I'm saying.
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 put you outside the dead girl's apartment.
Your prints are all overthe place...
not to mention the goddamn driver's licence.
Chuck is getting a search warrantfor your house.
- What's he gonnafind there? - Nothin'.
You gotta give me somethin', somethin' I can believe.
What if I can prove it to you?
How's that?
World Series. Where are they right now?
What, fourth, fifth inning?
What if I was to tell you...
that in the bottom of the sixth inning...
the Mets are gonna be down three-zip?
And Cleon Jones, he's going to come to bat.
He's gonna get hit in the foot by a wild pitch.
And it's gonna leave a shoe polish mark on the ball.
Hear me out, all right?
He goes to first. Clendendon comes up.
He's gonna hit a two-two pitch into the left-field bleachers.
This is insane, Frank.
In the bottom of the seventh, Weis hits a solo home run...
and then Jones and Swoboda score in the eighth.
The Mets, they're gonna win, five to three.
Go watch. If it don't happen, I'm a liar.
Watch the game?
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.
One-two pitch to Anderson. Fly ball to right.
Let's walk, Jules. Get a cup of coffee.
The guy went crazy. Know what I mean?
Started tearin' things apart.
Throwing things.
How you doin'?
You got a collar in here forthe Nightingale murders?
Everything OK 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 workin'. He had a tour.
Sit down.
Did you just hearwhat I said?
So how'd you know?
- How you doin'? - What's up in here?
Shut up, asshole!
He tried to kill me! Go find Satch!
Find Satch! He's trying to kill me!
What are you doin' with my collar?
Sorry, pal. I didn't mean to step on yourtoes.
They sent me up from downstairs.
I thought you'd be in there 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 talked to Johnny on the radio?
John. What's going on, Satch?
You come into my house, take Frank...
and now you're talking to me like a cop.
I'm talking to you as afriend.
'Cause as a cop, I wouldn't be here at all.
Listen, Jules, they're gonna take me off this case.
Then Frank is gonna tell them what he's been telling me.
And then nobody is gonna be able to help him. OK?
...leftfield, and Cleon Jones makes the catch.
Half the uniforms are either at the game or on the street.
It's gonna be a riot if they pull it off.
What is he telling us, Satch?
That he's talking to Johnny on the radio.
Yeah. John the cop. I told you that.
No. He says thatJohn is your son, Johnny.
Little Johnny on the radio in the future.
On the radio. You see?
No. You misunderstood him.
Jules? Sissy Clark?
She's a nurse, and she was murdered yesterday.
And Frank is connected.
He is either a material witness...
or an accomplice orthe perpetrator.
...McNally, who's been thoroughly in command.
Cleon starts down to first base, and DeMiro calls him back.
Satch, you know him. You know he didn't do this, right?
Hodges showing the baseball to DeMiro.
Can I see him?
Hodges... We might have a shoe polish play here.
Rememberthe Nippy Jones shoe polish play...
in the 1957 World Series at Milwaukee?
Hodges showing it to Lou DeMiro, who awards first base!
My God.
Satch, what's going on?
Mind if I go back at the fireboy for a while?
I justwant to see what he's got.
Jesus.
Way back in leftfield.
Hey, bud.
See if aviation's got a helicopter.
Respond to my location for commencing an air search...
for body in water, OK?
Ltwas a season and World Series forthe ages...
forthe Mets and Series M.V.P. First baseman Donn Clendendon.
Forthe Mets faithful, the New York fans... Wow.
With the streets of midtown and Times Square...
still packed with celebratingfans...
Here's your coffee and your cigarettes.
In the skies over New York...
another amazing event is coming to a close.
It's time to say goodbye to the northern lights...
I'll be upstairs.
...that have been lighting up the skies.
Astronomists say the incredible sun storms...
that have created the remarkable aurora borealis...
have begun to cool...
and the auroras, already dimming...
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?
Something's wrong. I don't re...
What? What's wrong?
If we stopped him, why isn't Mom here?
Why don't I remember her being OK?
But... I killed him. He's dead.
My turn to steal your life away.
John, are you there?
Hey, bud.
Julia?
Oh, Julia.
Mommy?
Hey. It's OK. It's OK, you little rascal.
What are you gonna do, Frank?
Put the gun down.
Let him go.
Well, put the gun down.
I'll snap his neck. Put the gun down now.
Time to die, Sullivan.
Run, Johnny! Run!
Come here! You all right?
I'm still here, Chief.
I got it! Mine.
Come on, Johnny!
Round the horn.
OK. Come on, Frank.
Come on! No batter, no batter, no batter!
Come on, Frank! Yes!
The Benz! Not the Benz!
No! God, not the Benz!
Oh, my God.
Nice hit, Frank.
Way to go.
Thank you very much.
- Let's play some ball. - You'll pay forthat!
Come on! No batter, no batter, no batter!
Go get it! He's slow, he's old.
Bring me home, Chief.