so, that's it, sam? you're just walking out?
fine, go ahead and save the whole world, sam. you don't gotta worry about me.
you're right. we should've quit a long time ago.
it's not your fault. it's mine. i can't change. wish i could, sam. but i can't.
what? it don't matter, lady. why?.  cause i don't got no friends or family.
i'm not your uncle, kid. gordo, what are you doing here?
what the hell is that smell?
wish i could, gordy. but you bring me back a big one.
i think it's somewhere in the closet.  if you can find it.
coulda, woulda, shoulda, pal.
what the hell.
it's junk, kid. nobody uses those things anymore.
ellen.
oh, yeah.
hey, ma, it's me. checking in. probably at work. anyways, i'll see you tomorrow night. love you.
uh, hello?
name's john.
look, i don't really remember how this thing works.
pal, my whole life's an emergency.
queens, new york.
i thought these things were for talkin' around the world.
i can't believe people are still using these things.
i don't really follow baseball anymore.
i got fed up with all the bullshit.
if you're talking the amazin' mets, well, that's different. you know people talk about seaver, but i'll love ron swoboda til the day i die.
yeah. it was all over after buford nailed seaver's first pitch outta the park.
who the hell was that?
i don't care if i never get back.
she made up her mind. nothin' i do is gonna change it.
what's the story?
i think i'll visit the neighbor.
thanks.
your son on the job?
i'm sorry.
sounds good.
yeah, those grad school applications are driving her crazy.
so how are things at the hospital?
no kidd'n, he musta been pushing 90!
so how'd you like lion king?
i know. i'm sorry. work.
look who's talking.
i wish i could remember him better. truth is, most of the stuff i know is from the stories you used to tell. but they're not mine. they're not my memories. they're yours.
hello?
huh?
wasn't too tough, buddy. game happened almost thirty years ago.
this afternoon?
what'd you just say?
you call your son little chief?
what'd you say your name was?
is this some kind of joke? gordo is that you? are you fucking with me?
you're telling me your name is frank sullivan, you live in queens and you just saw the first game of the '69 series. live?
gordo, if this is you, so help me.
what'd you say your station. uh, your call letters were?
now you listen to me. my name is john francis sullivan, i live at 1060 41st, where i've lived my whole life. and i saw the first game of the '69 series at my uncle butch's house with my father.
29-years ago.
my dad's name was frank patrick sullivan, he was a fire fighter and a die-hard mets fan. and every night when i went to bed he sang to me.  take me out to the ball game, take me out with the crowd.
i'm dreaming this. shit, this is a dream.
so you're frank sullivan, huh? it's 1969 and you're sitting at your desk in the study, just chewin' the rag?
what's going on?
oh my god.
you just burned the desk.
you burnt the desk. i can see it.
what if it's not.
dad?
i don't know.
sun spot?
wait a sec. there was something on the news. something about this space anomaly. i think they said it was connected to some storm in '69.
i'm thirty-five years old.
i'm not doing anything. look, i don't know what's going on. but i swear on my life, i"m here at your old desk, on your ham, in our house, right now. in 1998.
yeah. i think so.
no, not yet.
nah, i gave it up.
i'm trying to be, dad. i'm tyrin'. it's good to hear your voice. i missed you. so much.
what's that?
no wait, don't go!
but you're not. you're not still here.
i lost you.
i never knew you, dad.
fire.
it was an abandoned warehouse - hit by lightening. butch told ma it was just one wrong turn. said it wasn't your fault. you went with the training, with your instincts. if you'd just gone left instead of right, you would've made it.
it did, pop. it did.
october 12, 1969.
tomorrow. jesus. it hasn't happened. it doesn't have to happen.
don't go. don't go in that warehouse.
i talked to him gordo. i talked to my dad.
no. i gotta tell him the address, so he doesn't go in.
the warehouse. buxton seeds. it's tomorrow.
better.
tough day, you know.
to my dad.
one wrong turn.  if you'd just gone left.
longbranch?
whoa, i just. i just.
my father didn't die in a fire?
my father didn't die in a fire?
cancer. it was the cigarettes. right? the cigarettes?
gordo, i wasn't dreaming. i talked to him, it was real.
the ham radio. that's how come he didn't die in the fire.
oh my god.
dad?
yeah, it's me.
dad, you there? you okay?
we're doing all right, dad. we're doing good.
it's hard to explain. something happened today. it was like a dream. and when i woke up i had all these new memories. good times. times we never had before.
dad, i gotta tell you this. cause you should know. cause i still remember.
what it was like when you died in the fire.
well, you think about it. and you remember, cause i don't wanna lose you again. i don't ever want mom.
ma, it's me. call me. we gotta talk.
i'm looking for julia sullivan.
but this is her place. 910 riverside. apartment 3c.
what?
yeah. that's it.
i'm sorry. i just. you know. i.
ten? no. i remember this case. three. he killed three women.
no.
what are you doing here?
dad, you there? can you here me? dad? i need you to be there.
dad. dad.  there's.  i need to.
something happened, something.
it's mom.
she's not here.
she. she died. it's like it just happened.
no dad, it happened a long time ago, a long time ago for me.
october 22, 1969.
she was murdered.
there was this case. a serial. he murdered three women, all nurses, between '68 and '69. the papers called them the nightingale murders. they never caught him. but the killings just stopped.
dad, we did something. something to make it worse.
he didn't just kill three women anymore. he killed ten.
something we did changed the case. changed history. mom wasn't dead. but then after you didn't die in the fire something must have happened. and this guy, this nightingale guy, he kept on killing. it was like a spree. seven more women.
i don't know.  what about the other women?
that'll never work. they'll just think you're crazy.
no. nobody got.  wait a minute. i might not know who he is, but i know where he's gonna be. i got the case file. we know what he's gonna do before he does it.
they will if they catch him in the act. you can make that happen, dad. you can tail the victim and call it in at just the right moment.
i do know. i'm a cop. this is what i do.
you ever talk to a victim's family? the one's left behind? they don't act like what you'd think. there's panic and fear. but mostly, it's like there's this logic problem. and if they could only solve it, everything would be okay. but if you look real close - look at their eyes - you can see it. just a glimmer. but somewhere they know. they know their world is never gonna be the same.
then you get mom the hell out. but dad, those other women weren't supposed to die. we don't try to stop this guy, we're gonna live with that for the rest of our lives.
the next victim was karen reynolds. it happens tomorrow. case file says she left st. vincents at six. show'd up at cozy's bar around six thirty. she walked outta that bar around seven-thirty. they found her dead in an empty lot behind the place at eight o'clock.
they'll question her. whatever they tell her could change what happens. no, i want you to follow her. see if anybody's watching her, hittin' on her. i'm betting somebody's gonna walk outta that bar with her. when they do, you call the cops.
tell 'em there's a homicide in progress.  cause by the time they show up there will be.
that's what we need here, satch. a lucky break.
sullivan. you're kiddin'.
mario, you are the best. right, right, right. spell it out for me.
our lucky break. mario id'd the dental. mary finelli. reported missing april 16,
which means he probably knew her.
dad.
did you see him? do you know who he is?
it's okay. this is working. this is gonna work.
sissy clark, 190 riverside dr., apartment 3c. tomorrow. she's a nursing student. paying her way as a cocktail waitress at the peppermint lounge, on west 63rd. left work at two a m. killed in her apartment, between two thirty and five.
dad, i think i may be able to get you enough information to make sure the da can nail this bastard.
coupla days ago they dug up a body in washington heights - mary finelli. girl disappeared in '68. turns out she was his first kill. which means he probably knew her. most serials know their first victim. i'm gonna do some checking - see if i can put any of this together.
well they found out cigarettes give you lung cancer.
didn't happen, we got enough problems down here.
we're okay. we're good, dad.
you really wanna know?
well, game five was the big one. it turned in the bottom of the 6th. we were down 3-0. cleon jones gets hit on the foot - left a scuff mark on the ball. clendenon comes up. the count goes to 2 2. high fastball. he nailed it. weis slammed a solo shot in the 7th to tie. jones and swoboda scored in the 8th. we won, pop.
you there?
h-hi.
yeah, that's right.
yeah. i remember. i used to play cops and robbers but y-- . my mom wouldn't let me have a toy gun.
she's pretty special.
i try to be.
yeah. i just wish i'd told her how proud i was of her.
gordo?
hey, gordo. my name is santa clause. and i'm gonna give you the biggest christmas present you ever had.
oh don't worry kid, i know where you live. now i want you to go upstairs and write this down, buy yahoo. you got that space cowboy. y-a-h-o-o. it's a magic word and i never want you to forget it.
i'm right here, dad.
yeah, i think so.
promise.
do you know this?
okay, lemme walk you through it.
three guys show up in both the yearbook and diary.
the third one is daryl adams.
i ran him through bci. got a hit. busted for sexual assault: march 22, 1970. eight days after the last nightingale murder.
not the first time that's been true. i'm telling you, i got a feeling about this guy. this is the guy, satch.
what?
you go to xavier high school, daryl?
you remember mary finelli?
you know what i'm saying.
well, i think you do.
sexual assault, daryl. five years. but you got lucky, right? you got away with something else. something you figured nobody knows about.
let me tell you what i know, daryl. you went to saint xavier with mary. you lived five blocks from her. you liked her. but she ain't interested. that must've hurt, huh?
so, what'd you do about it, daryl?
nicky moore. patty ryan. mary finelli. these names mean anything to you, asshole? julia sullivan! she mean anything? she means something to me!
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 fuck. know what i mean?
you are going to tell me what i need to know, daryl.
yeah. sure.
just cause he didn't want to look at the photos doesn't mean he isn't the doer. not everyone fits the profile.
it's not your fault, dad.
no.
i know.  but dad, you can't go back. you didn't die in that fire. and no matter what you do, nothing is gonna change that. so all we can do is deal with this. and try to make it right.
but we can, we can do it together. spirit and guts, remember?
i need you to believe in me. to believe that we can do this.
what?
he took your wallet?
he touched your wallet! where's your wallet?
we got him! dad you got him!
his prints. you've got his prints. i'll run them through criminal index. you gotta get me that wallet.
listen to me, very carefully, take your wallet out, just touch it on the corners.
please, dad, just do it.
right, now i need you to tape it up on the outside, where he touched it, so the prints keep.
it's gonna work, dad. we're gonna stop him.
we're in business. just sit tight. and don't worry.
what the hell?
the old neighbor's son. the cop. but he's dead.
he never died.
just came by to wrap up over there. thought i'd say "hello."
wife around?
oh. sorry. how so?
happens that way sometimes. son still on the job?
you used to be on the job?
i look familiar?
the 2-3. homicide.
nah, just working the job.
as a matter of fact, i caught a case that goes back to your day. one of the nightingale murders.
no. missing teenager. disappeared thirty years ago. found her bones last week. buried behind some old diner, up by dyckman street. mary finelli.
talk about dumb luck. odds of anybody finding that girl, thirty years later. and then the chances of hitting a dental. forget about it. bets part is she's the first victim. she knew the doer. i'm betting those bones are gonna do a lot of talking.
the past is a funny thing. we've all got skeletons in the closet. you just never know when they're gonna pop up and bite you in the ass, carl.
i'm the train wreck you didn't see coming. and i'm gonna steal your life away. you went down 30 years ago. you just don't know it yet.
call the fbi. use a pay phone. don't give 'em your name, dad. just tell 'em that it was shepard who killed finelli and clark and the others. that he's the nightingale.
tell them where finelli's body is buried. they'll be able to connect him to her. same high school. same class. i'm betting they search his place they find some souvenirs.
dad, you there?
dad, what the hell is going on?
yeah, dad. what the hell is going on?
dad! dad! what's going on? satch?!
you have the right to remain silent. if you give up that right.
anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
you have the right to speak to an att --
it's a small world, carl. and i'm gonna find you. real soon.
i'm here, dad. i'm here.
wait. something's wrong. i don't.
i don't remember. why don't i remember?
dad? dad? what's.
hey there, chief.