Homicide: Life on the Street s06e21 Episode Script

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