Yes, believe your eyes. Those are the northern lights...
on view above the city for the first time in nearly 80 years.
It's 5:00 a.m. Hello, New York. The big story this morning...
is the Amazins taking the field today in Baltimore...
for their final practice before tomorrow's opener...
of the 1969 World S...
Sanitation workers discovered the dead body of another nurse in Queens.
This is the third nurse killed in what New York papers are now calling...
the "Nightingale Murders."
All three victims have been nurses, each found strangled...
with their hands gruesomely bound behind their backs with tape.
The lights, also known as the aurora borealis...
Look out!
Move it!
Manhattan calling Eye of the Storm.
Engine Company 12, Ladder Company 93...
respond to Manhattan box 132 off-ramp of the George Washington Bridge.
On our way.
Confirm overturned tanker. Workers trapped in underground substation.
Frank! We're second in.
- We got the rescue. - Okay.
Commander, what do you need done?
That dike's about to go, and we're one spark away from losing the block.
- Is there another way in? - That manhole leads to the vault.
Forget it, Sullivan.
Vault door's rusted shut, and they can't kill the juice.
Isn't enough time to make it!
What? Miss the World Series? Not a chance. Gimme my tools.
Sullivan! This is Commander O'Connell. Can you hear me?
- I hear you, Commander. - The gasoline is risin' in the vault.
Those downed cables hit that gas, it's gonna blow.
- Way to go, Gib. - I shoulda been a goddamn mailman.
Clear this channel. Explosion's imminent.
Hey, guys! Can you hear me?
- Yeah, we're in here. - We're comin' in.
Get us outta here!
He's got a broken leg! Get us out!
It's gonna flash. Get outta there. Dike isn't holdin'.
- Get us out! - Frank, do you hear me?
Yeah, I hear you, Butch.
- Grab that ax. - Here.
Gimme a whack. No sparks. Again.
One more.
Okay, stand back.
Oh, thank God.
Oh. Yeah, my leg's all busted up.
- Please hurry. - We're in, Butch.
Get 'em and get the hell out.
Hey, fellas, time to go home.
Watch it, watch it!
- It's gone! It's gonna break! - Back, back! Let's go!
That's an order. Everybody goes.
All right, let's move before the gas lights up.
Watch that wire.
Get out, for Christ's sake.
I gotcha.
Butch, Butch, we're comin' out right now.
- Go! - You all right? Watch your head.
Get up that ladder. Go ahead.
Get up, get up!
Go on up!
Go! Right behind you.
Keep going. Pull him out.
Come on! Come on, come on. I gotcha. I gotcha.
Welcome to the company, Gib.
Hey, fellas.
- Hey, Dad. - Hey. Hey, Gordo.
- Hey, Mr. Sullivan. - How you doin'?
- How's my Little Chief, huh? - Good.
- Where's your mother? - Inside the house.
ñ "October 10th 1969"
Hey, Jules.
- Hey, bud. - Hey, bud.
That was "Heat Wave." Martha and the Vandellas on WOR New York radio.
Hey, how about a little bit of the King, huh?
Yeah, why not a little of the King?
- Damn! - You all right?
Yeah! I think I ruined the sauce. Again.
What's the matter, bud?
You havin' trouble working an eight-hour shift at the hospital...
watchin' the kid, whippin' up a little Bolognese?
- You didn't marry Donna Reed. - Hey!
I'd go for you and Chinese takeout over her any day.
Because I love you too much
Baby
Why can't you see
- What you're doin' to me - How was your tour?
The usual. You know.
- Butch called. - Did he?
He did.
It was under control, bud.
Butchy, he's gettin' a little tight in his old age.
Nothing wrong with old age, Frank. Long as you get there.
All right, Chief, when I let go, I want you to keep peddling.
Daddy, put the wheels back on. I'm gonna fall.
Don't worry about falling. You're ready to do this.
Come on. Spirit and guts, okay?
All right. Keep pedalin'. I'm gonna let go.
That's it! Keep pedalin'.
Keep pedalin', keep pedalin'. Yeah!
- Ow! - You all right? You all right?
- No, Dad. - Johnny!
You okay? You hurt? You okay?
- I wanna go to my room. - Okay. Go on, honey. It's okay.
Hey, come on, Chief. Don't quit on me now.
Don't be so tough on him, Frank. He's just a kid.
He just needs to know you're behind him.
Okay. You're right. All right.
CQ-22, this is W-2-QYV, by for call.
Because of the solar activity.
Yeah, it's beautiful. We got the sky over my house lit up like a bonfire.
Word is the sunspots are shooting off flares...
that stretch out half a million kilometers.
Tell me about it. I'm pickin' up signals from places I could never reach before.
Francis, is that you? How are you doing?
Hey, I'm doing just great. How you doing?
Fantastic. My wife, Sophia, she's gonna give me another baby.
Wow!
ñ "October 10th 1999"
So, that's it, Samantha? You're just walkin' out?
I've been walkin' out for six months, John.
You just didn't notice or care.
You were right. We shoulda quit a long time ago.
I'm sorry. I know it's my fault.
I can't change, Sam. I wish I could, but I can't.
John, it's that you won't change.
And that's what hurts so much.
Good-bye, Chief.
Next up, Johnny Sullivan.
It's a hit up the middle.
Johnny's gonna hold at first.
And now batting for Johnny’s father, Coach Newman.
Checks the runner and fires.
Lined hard to right.
- No problem. One on, one out. - Hi, Uncle John.
- I'm not your uncle, kid. - Hey, Sully, is that you?
- Gordo, why are you guys in my house? - My TV's out again.
- Hey, uh, you want a brewski? - Yeah.
- Deep fly ball into center field. - Do you believe Linda...
still won't let me cook in the house?
- I melt one lousy frying pan. - John, guess what.
- Dad's takin' me fishin'. Wanna come? - I wish I could, Gordy.
But you bring me back a big one, okay?
- Is it okay if Gordy uses your old gear? - Yeah, I think it's in the hall closet.
- If you can find it. - Gordy, have a look, huh?
So Yahoo went up another five points today.
- Man, did I miss the boat on that one. - Shoulda, woulda, coulda, pal.
So Sam called Linda.
Dad, John, come here.
What are you doin' back there?
- Dad, check it out. - Wow!
Fire department. Can I open it up?
Sure.
- Whoa! - Eh, eh, eh, gimme that gun.
All right?
- Hey, what's this, Dad? - Oh, my God.
John, it's your dad's old ham radio.
Remember how we used to beg him to let us talk on this thing?
- This is not a toy. - Is not a toy.
- Can we try it, Dad? - Ask Uncle John.
- Can we try it? - What the hell.
All right. Let's grab this baby out.
This is what we used when I was your age.
Let's go over to the den, huh? Plug it in, just like old times.
We want CW or LSB.
Standby function. Operator, come on.
I don't know what's goin' on. Let's take a look under the hood, huh?
See what we got here.
Check this baby out. There she is.
So this is what people used before the Net, huh?
Well, not exactly. I'll tell ya. Hams were...
Ah, bingo. These babies were different.
Not everybody had one of these...
and you needed a special license just to be able to talk on 'em.
Damn. I just... I just...
- I don't think it's gonna work here. - It's junk, kid.
Nobody uses those things anymore.
Gordo! Do you know what time it is? Hey, John.
- Hi, Linda. - Come on, Gordy, let's go.
I'll catch you later, all right? If I'm lucky.
So feed him.
Put it down there for him.
I'm not gonna speak if you continue to say that word.
Hi, this is Julia Sullivan. Please leave a message after the tone.
Hey, Ma, it's me.
Just checkin' in. You're probably at work.
Anyways, um, I'll see you tomorrow night.
- My grandmother was senile. - Love you.
She had such fun on her birthdays. She'd open her presents...
and drift off, then look down, see her present and get happy again.
That's what my father does with his breakfast cereal.
The aurora borealis, to anyone who's seen it...
is one of the stunning events of your lifetime.
They're brighter these days. Is something going on there?
Do they tie in with your field? Where do they come from?
It's a stunning sight. It's beautiful to look at.
I don't think we've seen one quite this bright for maybe 30 years.
But, from the point of view of physics and string theory...
there's nothing really that we gain...
from studying the aurora borealis.
Now history does teach us every time we thought we had it figured out...
there was some major discovery right around the bend...
that required a dramatic change in our understanding of the laws of physics.
This is a phrase people have begun to hear... string theory.
Yes. Yes, that's right.
String theory dramatically changes...
our understanding of space and time.
For example, string theory requires our universe to have ten...
or possibly even eleven dimensions.
And the strange thing is some physicists are even pursuing the idea...
that there might be more than one time dimension.
So, in addition to time as we know it, psychological time...
- which seems to organize events... - CQ-15, W-2-QYV, by for call.
CQ-15, CQ-15, come in, 15.
Uh, hello?
Hey, W-2-QYVhere. Who have I got?
Name's John.
License to broadcast, buddy?
Look, I really don't remember how this thing works.
Listen, you can't broadcast without a license.
Unless this is an emergency, you're gonna have to get off the band.
Hey, pal, my whole life's an emergency.
Where you transmittin' from?
Queens, New York.
Well, what do you know? Bayside, born and raised.
No kidding? I thought these things were for talking around the world.
Yeah, well, the 15 band closes down at night...
but during the day you can chew the band with China if you want.
I can't believe people are still using these things.
- You must be a real old-timer, huh? - Days like this...
I feel like I'm gettin' there, you know?
So, Queens, you psyched for the Series, huh?
You know, I really don't follow baseball anymore.
What?
- I got fed up with all the bullshit. - What are you talkin' about?
Let me tell you, a thousand years from now...
when school kids study about America...
they're gonna learn about three things:
the Constitution, rock and roll...
and baseball.
How can you live in Queens and not love the Amazins?
The Amazin' Mets? What, the '69 Series?
Man, I'll love Ron Swoboda till the day I die.
Well, now I'm with ya. He's got the heart of a lion.
Mets can't win game one without him.
- Can you hear me? - Game one? What are you talkin' about?
It was all over after Buford nailed Seaver's second pitch outta the park.
Hey, no way, buddy. Ain't gonna happen. Hey, CQ-15. CQ-15.
Are you there?
Who the hell was that?
Queens? Are you there, Queens? Did I lose ya?
Hey, Frank, give the radio a rest. Your son wants to say good night.
All right, I'll be right there.
Elvis, you all right? Oh, sorry.
- You okay, Frank? - We're fine. You all right?
You okay, buddy?
The sunspots are going to have a serious impact...
on radio communication for the next six or seven days.
In fact, quantum theory tells us the rigid notions...
of past, present and future, although useful in day-to-day life...
may dissolve and be replaced by a complex formulation...
in which time is far more fluid than anybody would have imagined.
Take me out to the ball game
Take me out with the crowd
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack
I don't care if I never get back
'Cause it's root, root, root
For the home team
If we don't win
Two, three strikes you're out
At the old ball game
You got it. That's perfect.
Hey, Butch, you gotta turn the whole set.
Can't wait till the game.
It's not the tuner, it's the antenna.
- Proby. - What?
Point the antenna out from under the house a little bit.
There it is. Hey!
- I'm gonna get a beer. Want one? - Yeah, yeah.
Hey, hey, hey, hey! Proby, walk away.
- Walkin' away. - If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
- Here we go, Butch. Here we go. - Hey, Satch. Grab a seat. Come on.
Sully, I think I need to get a new set of cleats. I lost my footing there.
Yeah! Yeah!
- Right. - Dr. DeLeon, you decided to join us.
You don't wanna know.
Thirty-six hours, I was bouncing off the walls.
That's why you're the doctor and I'm the nurse.
- Hey, baby. Can I get you something? - No, it's all right.
- I am starving. - I'm ready.
Sit down.
- How you boys doin'? - Good, Satch.
- Okay, I got something for you. - I can't believe it!
- And I got something for you. - Whoa!
- Dad, look! - What? You gotta be...
Hey, Satch, you Santa Claus?
Game three tickets. Did you say thank you or what?
- Thank you, Uncle Satch. - You're welcome.
Thank you. Thank you, Satch.
Hey, hey, all right, wait! Wait, wait, wait!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Everybody.
- Everybody say, "Amazin' Mets." - Amazing Mets!
Don't choke on your pride, Sull.
You ain't never gonna find another one like Sam.
She made up her mind, Satch. Nothin' I do is gonna change it.
- Nothin' you're willing to do. - What's the story?
Construction crew found a body, actually, a skeleton.
Okay. Well, be real careful when you pull it out.
- Make sure you get the dirt around it. - Yes, sir.
- So, what's this construction? - I think I'll visit the neighbors.
Yeah, okay.
- What did they tear down here? - Greek diner.
Used to get breakfast there all the time.
Them Greeks were good people.
- Careful. It's hot. - Thank you, Mrs. Shepard.
Once that McDonald's opened up on Dyckman, they lost all their business.
- I see your son's on the job. - Was.
Jack died a while back.
It's hard, I know.
It just seems like yesterday.
My son lived and bled blue.
- I wanna get outta here. - Okay, Detective.
- Give my regards to Steph. - Sure will.
This isn't gonna be anything but a history lesson.
Let's go back to the house.
- Hey, Barney. How you doin'? - Good.
- There you go. Have a good night. - Bye.
- I thought it'd be nicer to eat here. - Hey, sounds good.
I'm sorry Samantha couldn't make it.
Yeah, those grad school applications are drivin' her crazy.
- How's it comin'? - I got the VCR hooked up.
It's just this friggin' clock.
Doesn't matter.
- Goddamn it. I'm sorry, Mom. - Hey, you know, it's all right.
- I'm sure everything'll work out. - What's that?
- With Sam. - Oh, yeah, you know...
just a tough time right now, you know.
- So how are things at the hospital? - Fine.
- Hey, Dr. Schwartz retired last month. - No kidding.
- He must've been pushing 90. - Close, yeah.
So, how'd you like The Lion King?
Oh, I loved it, you sweet kid. I wish you'd gone.
Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. It's just work.
Yeah, well, you work too hard.
Look who's talkin'.
- It's tomorrow. - Thirty years.
I wish I could remember him better.
He was just a big kid. He wanted to play baseball forever.
And fighting fires, he loved that.
And you... he loved you.
- Okay, guys, bedtime. - Okay, Mom.
Looking good. We'll do it again tomorrow, Chief.
Good night, Dad.
CQ-15, CQ-15.
W- 2-QYV...
calling unidentified station, Queens.
CQ-15, W-2-QYV...
calling unidentified station, Queens.
- CQ-15. Come in, Queens. - Hello.
Hey, hey, is that you? I've been tryin' to Q you all night. Where you been?
Hey, I... How the hell did you do it?
- Do what? - Do what? The Series.
You called Buford's homer. How the hell did you do it?
It wasn't too tough, buddy, the game happened 30 years ago.
Yeah, right, right, yeah. Thirty years ago. Yeah, sure.
So I suppose you could tell me what happened in game two, huh?
Yeah, sure. Top of the ninth. Al Weis, game-winning RBI single.
Brooks Robinson grounds out to end the game.
Daddy, come up and sing the baseball song.
Hey, Little Chief. You all right?
Well, you just go on up. I'll be there in a minute, all right?
All right.
- Sorry about that. That was my kid. - What'd you just say?
I said, sorry about that. My kid just came in.
- You call your son "Little Chief"? - Yeah.
What'd you say your name was?
Frank. Frank Sullivan.
Is this some kind of joke? Gordo, is that you? Are you messing with me?
No, I ain't messin' with you. Look, I'm just tryin' to figure out...
You're tellin' me your name is Frank Sullivan, you live in Queens...
and you wanna know how I called the first game of the 1969 World Series?
Yeah, that's exactly what I wanna know.
Gordo, if this is you, so help me. What'd you say your...
What'd you say your call station... or your call letters were?
W- 2-QYV.
Now you listen to me. My name is John Francis Sullivan.
I live at 34342nd Avenue, where I lived my whole life...
and I saw the first game of the 1969 World Series right here...
- in this house 30 years ago. - Bullshit.
My father's name is Francis Patrick Sullivan.
He was a firefighter and a die-hard Mets fan...
and every night when I went to bed, he sang, "Take Me Out to the Ball Game."
Hey, who the hell are you?
Son of a bitch.
- What's goin' on? - Nothin's goin' on.
Oh, my God.
You burnt the desk. I can see it.
Are you still there?
I said, you burnt the desk. I can see it. Hello?
Hello? Are you still there? Come back. Talk to me.
Hello?
Hey, hey, listen to me. You listen to me right now.
I don't know who you are. I don't know why you're doing this.
But let me tell you something, asshole.
You stay away from me and my family.
No, no, no, you gotta believe me.
I don't know how this is happening, but it's me, Little Chief.
Hey, hey, hey, look, look, I am warning you!
If you touch my kid, I will hunt you down till the day I die. You got that?
But you already died.
What are you talkin' about?
The Buxton fire.
Oh, yeah?
And when did that happen? Thirty years ago?
October 12, 1969.
Tomorrow. You're tellin' me I'm gonna d...
Look, I ain't dyin' in no fire tomorrow or any other day, you got that?
Listen, tomorrow hasn't happened.
That's right, it hasn't happened. It ain't gonna happen.
You gotta listen to me. It was an abandoned warehouse.
Butch always told Ma it wasn't your fault. You went with your instincts.
- I'm warning you. - Listen to me!
If you'd gone the other way, you would've made it.
Hello?
Hello? Shit.
- Sully, what are you doing, man? - I talked to him. I talked to my dad.
Sull, go in the house, all right? I'm gonna come over, we'll hang out.
No, no, no, I gotta get him back so he doesn't go in.
Go in? What are you... Go in where?
The warehouse in Buxton. It's tomorrow.
Yeah, right, right, yeah. Thirty years ago? Yeah, sure.
So I suppose you can tell me what happened in game two, huh?
Yeah, sure. Top of the ninth, Al Weis, game-winnin' RBI single.
- Come on, hit it out. - Come on, Al.
- One run. - Look at the stats. Look at them.
Let's go, Weis.
We have a three and two response, Ladder 93.
You're first due. It's reported to be an abandoned warehouse...
at the foot of Water Street and Third.
Now, you got some construction limiting access.
Al Weis is having a great Series.
Yeah, they won!
You all right?
We know it's vacant.
Nobody goes in. Surround and drown.
Call for a tower.
- Help! - Shit. We got squatters inside.
Help!
- Help me! My sister's... - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- She's up there. She passed out. - Where is your sister?
- I tried to help her. - Tell me! What floor?
She's up there on the top floor. I tried, I tried.
- Please, help her! Please! - Butch, take her.
Come on, follow me. Anybody else up there?
Ryan, get her medical treatment.
- Gimme my gear. - You have fire in the top floor.
Yeah, these are good. Hey, Sull.
- Hey, here he is. How you feelin'? - What can I tell you?
- Here you go. - Thanks. Better.
No visible fire first or second floor.
Watch your step, Proby. This floor's rotten.
Fire on the third floor. We need a line. We're goin' up.
We got two lines comin'.
- Back out, kid. Wait for the line. - To hell with the line.
- I'll find another way up. - No, you can't help me here.
So you doin' okay, John?
You know, tough day, you know?
Hey, here's to your dad, huh?
Thirty years today.
To your dad.
To my dad.
We're pullin' everyone outta the building.
Get that ladder on the top floor. It's cooking up here.
So after that Halloween thing with the fire truck... You remember?
Yeah, I remember riding with Butch and your dad...
and the whole neighborhood was watching.
I remember. I wanted to go as a cop.
Yeah, so Jules makes your dad buy you that...
- that cop kit for your birthday. - Oh, I remember that.
I was always the robber. I was always being handcuffed.
That's right. I taught you to do that.
10-45, I found the girl.
- She's breathin'. - We're gettin' 'em out.
Hang on! What the hell is goin' on?
- Gino, what's the matter? - The gear box, it's cracked.
Frank, the ladder's jammed. You gotta find another way out.
Frank, can you hear me?
It worked out okay, though. You're a better cop than a fireman.
- No doubt about it. - Worked out good for me too.
I'm glad I didn't have to spend ten years as his hose man.
Yeah, I bet you are.
The Buxton fire. If you'd just gone the other way.
Frank, we're losin' the building.
I know.
Hey, hey, this is not a toy.
- Wave to your ma. - Look at us.
You're gonna be some ball player.
- Whoa! John, are you all right? - John, John.
- I'm sorry. - What is it?
- Is everything okay? - Yeah, can you bring a towel?
Satch, my father didn't die in a fire, right?
Gordo, my father didn't die in a fire.
No. What are you talking about? He had cancer.
Cancer because of his cigarettes, right? The cigarettes?
Yeah. Lung cancer. Ten years ago.
Little Chief.
Gordo, I ain't dreamin' here. I talked to him. It was real.
Little Chief!
- John, what are you talkin’ about? - It was the ham radio.
That's how come he didn't die.
Little Chief!
That's how come he didn't die.
John. John Sullivan, are you there?
Come on, answer me.
Chief. Chief, are you there?
I'm right here, Daddy.
Come here.
Come on.
- Where's Elvis? - Sleepin'.
- Sleepin'. Why aren't you sleepin'? - You woke me up.
I did?
- Hey, I got an idea. - What's that?
All right, Chief.
What do you say we tame this bronco, huh?
- I'm scared. - I know.
And you know what?
I'm gonna be right here with you. Always.
Daddy, I can't.
Well, we can. We can do it together.
You and me, spirit and guts. What do you say?
- Okay. - All right, come on.
Now you just take your time. I'm not gonna let go until you say it's okay.
- Okay. - All right? Start pedaling.
That's it. Get your balance.
- Ready? Okay, I'm still here. - Wait.
- Okay! - All right.
- It's all you. - Look at me.
It's all you. It's all you, Chief.
- Look at me, Dad. - Hey, look at you. You're doin' it.
- I'm doin' it. - You're doin' it.
I'm doin' it.
- How's it feel? - Good.
- This is great. - Look at your balance.
- Like I'm on a flying trapeze. - You're like a circus act.
- This feels great. - You're goin' around the world.
- It's like flying. - Wait till your mother sees this, huh?
- Look at me. - Let's wake up the world, huh?
Oh, my God.
Hello?
- Hello? - John? John Sullivan?
It's me.
You're the voice of an angel.
Reached right outta heaven and you pulled my butt outta the fire.
Tell me I'm not dreamin' here. Tell me it's really you.
It's me, John. This ain't no dream.
- But how could it be? - I don't know. I don't know...
but we gotta be talkin' off the mother sunspot of all time.
Yeah, I'd say so.
You okay, Chief?
Yeah, I'm fine.
You sure?
It's tough to explain.
I mean, I got all these new memories, but I don't know what to believe.
What do you mean?
'Cause I still remember what it was like when you died in the fire.
But I'm the only one.
I don't understand what you're talkin' about.
I remember both at the same time.
It... It's like wakin' up from a dream, and you're not sure what's real.
I remember you bein' here, but I also remember when you weren't.
Oh, I'm sorry, John.
- I'm sorry. I never thought that... - Well, you gotta think about that.
And you gotta be more careful, 'cause I can't lose you again.
Not like that.
You won't, John, you won't.
I swear to God, no matter what, not like that.
You got it? You hear me?
- You hear me, Chief? - I hear you.
So how old are you?
- I'm 36. - Thirty-six?
Well, you're all grown up.
You gotta be married and everything.
No, I'm not married.
Why? What are you, too busy playin' ball?
No, uh, it didn't work out. I gave it up.
What happened?
I just blew my arm out my senior year...
and didn't have a shot.
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Johnny. I know that had to hurt.
Yeah, thanks.
So, what'd you wind up doing? You join the department?
Actually, I went the other way. I'm a cop.
You're third-generation firefighter.
Come on, I thought you were gonna grow outta that cop phase.
Well, you got Satch to thank for that one.
You gotta be kiddin' me, huh? Satch?
Well, he always was crazy about you ever since you were born.
You're still my Little Chief. Right?
Yeah, I'm tryin' to be. I'm tryin'.
Well, tell me about yourself.
Tell me about your life.
I mean, where do I start, you know?
Mustang? I don't own a Mustang.
Well, you will. And you loved it.
- Fire-engine red. - Yeah?
- Four on the floor. - Seventy home runs?
That's a record that'll never be broken.
I wouldn't be too sure. The other guy hit 66.
Really? You mean, like those big field radios you use in the army?
No, much smaller. Works off a satellite or something.
You carry it around in your pocket.
Hey, what about Apollo? How'd it all work out?
It was a great Series, Pop. Amazing.
- So we win, right? - Hold your horses. I'm gettin' there.
Game three. Agee came through, homered off Palmer in the second.
I knew it! I knew Agee was gonna have a great Series.
Forget about Agee. Wait until you hear what happened to Cleon Jones.
- You sound like your mother. - Nah, I'm serious.
Oh, come on. Your grandfather... he smoked, what, two packs a day.
- He's still kickin'. - Not you.
It's gonna get the better of you.
Okay?
Well, I just knew. She melted my heart.
That was it. You got anybody?
Yeah, kinda.
There's somethin' I gotta work out, but...
she's worth it.
No, you, um, go ahead.
You, uh, get some rest. I'm... I'm tired too.
I almost don't wanna click off here like...
maybe we won't get this back.
- We will. - Okay.
I'll be here tomorrow.
I know.
I love you, son.
I...
I love you, too, Dad.
I've...
I've missed you so much.
Hi, this is Julia Sullivan. Please leave a message after the tone.
Hey, Ma, it's me.
Just call me. We gotta talk.
- Take over for me? - All right.
- Frank, what's going on? - Nothin'. Just wanted to see you.
Yeah?
I'm not goin' anywhere, Jules. Not for the rest of your life.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
I got a bad feeling today. I was worried.
- Hmm? Look at me. Not a scratch. - Where's Johnny?
He's at Gordo's. I tucked him in.
- You give him his drops? - One in each ear.
What would you do without me?
Probably marry some rich doctor. Never have to work.
Oh, my God. What is he doin'? Frank, I gotta...
Excuse me, Doctor. Is that benazepril?
I gave this patient 50 mils of Benadryl on admittance. Mix them, and he's dead.
- Why wasn't I made aware of this? - It's in his chart.
- Hello, Ma? - Noah's Deli.
I'm sorry.
This is Noah's Deli.
- Sam, I gotta talk to you. - Excuse me?
Look, 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 neighbor, the cop. What are you doin' 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.
Got that?
We got the preliminary forensics on the skeleton.
Take a look at this.
Bad memories.
Can you imagine the odds of digging up a Nightingale murder?
- She makes ten. - Ten?
No. I remember this case. It was three. He killed three women.
What are you talkin'? You know better than anybody, John.
You looked through these files a thousand times.