I get home last night and I am starving.
I called Sabatino's and ordered spaghetti.
- Oh, they deliver? - I went by to pick it up...
- You were at Sabatino's last night? - Around 8:30.
They make a mean marinara, don't they?
If I saw you there, somebody else might. Gee lives in that area!
I know.
- I thought you'd called it quits? - Well, we did. For about 24 hours.
You're not gonna blow the whistle on us, are you? Terri? Terri!
- Hey, Falsone? - Hey, what?
How come every pretty woman that strolls in is looking for you?
This is Josephine Pitt. She'd like a word with you.
Hi. Paul Falsone. Can I help you with something?
I saw you on the news, maybe eight months ago,
you'd solved that old murder of that little girl shot in the 30's.
Clara Slone, yeah. You know something about the Slone case?
No, I have a case of my own. It's a little more recent, from '72.
- '72, that's still plenty stale. - I know.
- What's your victim's name? - Jeffrey Pitt. My younger brother.
- '72, so he's a child when he dies? - 18 months.
- You know who killed him? - I did.
- Sergeant Roger Fisk. - Detective Tim Bayliss.
Detective Laura Ballard.
- So what have we got? - White male, early thirties.
Looks like he's been dead a few days. Some kids found the body, called it in.
Addict?
Enough tracks on his arms to lay down a new rail line.
What makes you think it's a homicide and not an overdose?
Check his left ear.
That looks like an entrance wound there.
Check the back of the head.
Well, looks like an exit wound.
It's just my opinion. See what the experts say.
Dead hype, shooting gallery...
Aren't you the primary on this?
- You answered the phone, my brother. - What was I thinking, huh?
I'm only three years old, I don't remember that much.
Tell us what you do.
- It's '72, what time of year? - August.
It's hot... er... we don't have air-conditioning,
and my father's giving us a bath to cool down.
It's me and Jeffrey in the same tub.
Jeffrey is screaming. He's got shampoo in his eyes.
'My father's trying to calm him down.
'My mother comes in and she yells at my father.
'They're yelling, he's shrieking.
'The phone's ringing, one of them goes to answer it.
'It's crazy and hectic and...
'Then it gets quiet. Just like that.'
It's me and it's Jeffrey.
It's me in the bath tub, and him on the tile.
And I look down and there's blood coming out of his mouth.
- What happened next? - Um... That's it.
- That's all I remember. - Nothing after that point?
I know they leave me in the tub a long time.
I know my parents tell the detectives they saw me drop the baby.
They say that I don't mean to, that I'm just a kid.
The detectives leave and it's over.
For the next 15 years, Jeffrey's name is hardly mentioned.
I get to be 17 or 18, I start having bad dreams,
asking a lot of questions to my parents.
They sent me to a shrink.
The shrink said that I didn't hurt Jeffrey on purpose and I should let it go.
But I can't. I don't think I did it. I just don't think I dropped him.
I don't think I did it.
So after 26 years, what changes your mind about what you've been told?
- This does. - You're pregnant?
I had my first hologram yesterday, and I'm lying on the table,
and I see this image up on the screen.
The little arms.
The little head, the little heart beating.
The nurse asked if I wanted to know the sex.
She said it was a boy, and all these images came rushing back to me.
Jeffrey on the floor, the water, the blood...
Is there any way that you can help me?
I solve one crusty murder, all of sudden I'm "Coldcase" Falsone.
You complained when you got the Slone case. Look how it turned out.
You get a clearance and a commendation.
That's because I started out with honest-to-goodness evidence.
This lady gave us nothing to go on.
I waste my time cos she's got a guilty conscience?
- All yours, Detectives. - Thank you.
We should start by contacting the detective who caught the case.
Can't wait. Last thing I wanna do is deal with another cantankerous old-timer.
This detective is not retired, but he is cantankerous.
- You recognise the name? - Oh, yeah, buddy.
I'm afraid you will, too.
Detective Al Giardello.
- Jeffrey Pitt? - Doesn't ring any bells?
I'm a grandfather, Falsone.
My bells are a bit rusty.
Jeffrey Pitt was an 18-month-old boy who fell out of the bath tub.
One of my first cases.
He was dropped by his sister. She was a mere toddler herself.
So you do remember?
Everyone remembers their first murdered child.
Jeffrey Pitt was my first murdered child as a homicide detective.
The little girl was wrapped in a bath towel.
Frightened out of her mind.
Well, that scared little girl's all grown up. Josephine Pitt.
- Now she thinks she didn't do it. - She wants to reopen the case.
If we reopened every cold case we wouldn't have time for the new murders.
Does that mean we ought to leave it?
Give it a day. If nothing turns up, it goes back into the deep freeze.
The cold weather plays havoc with my estimates,
but I'd say he was dead 48 to 96 hours before he was found.
- And cause of death? - Heroin overdose.
The back of his skull was missing!
He was shot in the head at close range with a large calibre weapon.
He was dead already.
The gunshot wound was inflicted post-mortem.
- Post-mortem? - Would you like my guess?
Some kids wandered by, saw him lying there,
they took the opportunity to test-fire their latest illegal handgun purchase.
Death by misadventure.
OK. Thank you.
Josephine sent you, didn't she?
As a matter of fact, she did.
She came by last night, wanting to talk about Jeffrey's death.
- And what did you tell her? - There was nothing new to tell her.
So you've talked about this with her before?
Josie first came to her father and me about... 10 years ago.
Howard and I thought she was old enough to hear the story.
Then we asked her to move on.
We've always forgiven her, but we wanted her to forgive herself.
But she wasn't able to?
Once or twice a year, she'd come back to me or Howard
and just insist that we tell her the story again.
And then finally, after Howard died, I just decided enough was enough.
I thought maybe if I refused to talk to her about it,
then Josie would be forced to put the past behind her.
- And did it work? - For a while.
We started spending time together. We're taking a trip on her 30th birthday.
Everything was OK.
- Until yesterday. - Yesterday she was crazier than ever.
No matter how many times I said no, she just kept insisting.
I know it's hard, Mrs Pitt, but we have ask you to talk about Jeffrey.
You think that's gonna help my daughter?
- Yes, we do. - Can we go over what happened?
One last time.
- Everything OK, Lieutenant? - Falsone and Stivers not back yet?
Haven't seen them for hours.
Remember when your sister Charisse collapsed at the circus?
Yeah, they put her in the hospital. She was, what, seven?
Six.
Remember what time of year that was?
I couldn't really say. Fall, maybe?
- Not August? - I think we were in school already.
Why do you ask?
No reason really.
You see Falsone and Stivers, let me know.
Jeffrey had shampoo in his eyes, and Howard was trying to rinse it out.
I told my husband to just get out of the way, let me see to the baby.
He said, oh, he could handle it, he had everything under control.
I said, it sure didn't look like that to me. We were snapping at each other...
The phone rang and Howard went to get it.
- Who was calling? - My mother.
I go to the bedroom to get the phone in there and...
Howard runs to the linen closet just to grab a few clean towels.
- You left the kids alone? - Just for a minute!
I'm talking to my mother when it happens.
The baby stops crying, and I know something's wrong.
I run back to that bathroom.
Josie was holding the baby out over the edge of the tub,
and just as I get there, she lets go of him.
Did your husband see the same thing?
Jeffrey's head hit that floor so hard.
I ran to pick him up, and we...
We breathed into his mouth and we tried to shake him awake, but he was...
It was already too late, he just went limp in our arms.
When you were first asked about the incident,
you and your husband claimed Jeffrey climbed out of the tub on his own.
Yes, we decided to lie to protect Josephine,
but... your detective knew better,
he said Jeffrey was too small to climb over the edge by himself,
so we had to tell the truth that our daughter dropped our son by accident.
You're sure that's what happened? You know that's what you saw?
Detective...
As much as I wish that I'd seen something else,
that's what I saw.
Hi.
How are you doing? Let me get a cranberry and soda.
Thanks.
At the crime scene today, I thought you might be...
- Interested? - Yeah.
Yeah. I thought you might be interested, too.
You were right.
So was it my handshake? Cos I can work on that handshake.
I got gaydar. I can tell.
Huh? I'm not gay.
No, I mean I enjoy women, too.
Right. I see.
- So you're sceptical? - No, no, not necessarily.
It's just... Bisexuality, it's like the existence of God.
Easy to assert, hard to prove.
Now I feel that our friend Josephine is crazy.
You think Madeleine is telling the truth?
Right now, we have no reason to suspect otherwise.
Nothing she said contradicts Gee's report.
Josephine seems so convinced.
More like obsessed.
Anyone would be, right? Growing up knowing you killed your brother?
You'd zero in on his death, thinking you didn't do it.
She'd have been better off if her parents never told her.
- What would they do, keep it a secret? - Sure.
- Speaking of secrets, we're cool, right? - You, Laura and your lasagne liaison?
Um... I haven't decided.
You haven't decided?
You know how many bodies I dissected?
- Dr Harlow... - 4,689.
And you expect me to remember one lousy name?
Jeffrey Pitt was an 18-month-old. Does that help you out any?
Let me look at the file.
Your report lists cause of death as massive head trauma.
Sustained when his sister dropped him to the floor.
- It's right there. What could be clearer? - Hold onto that.
Did you notice the distance Jeffrey Pitt fell?
23 inches.
You thought that was enough to cause his fatal injury?
The right spot on his head, at just the right angle?
Sure, the blow could've killed him.
Did you take X-rays, look for additional injuries?
I don't see why I would have.
The parents said the girl dropped the baby.
I believed the girl dropped the baby. The skull fracture was enough.
Which means you didn't question the parents' explanation?
In those days, we took people like the Pitts at their word.
You never considered that one of them might've hurt him?
It wasn't the first thing we jumped to back then.
Accidents happen, tragedies happen. Parents didn't kill their children.
- In those days. - Exactly.
Hi. Detective Bayliss?
- He's right over there. - Thank you.
Yeah... Thanks a lot for your time. OK.
Hey, how you doing? All right, good.
- Detective... - Sergeant.
- Got an ID? - Nothing yet. Waiting on fingerprints.
So if John Doe has got a record, maybe we'll get a pop.
A couple of touts told me this guy was a regular
at a shooting gallery on Fayette Street.
- But they don't have a name? - A street name, Gringo Boy.
Gringo Boy? We'll find out if anyone in Narcotics knows of him.
- Bayliss. - Yep?
A word.
OK, I will run this name down right now.
Wanna get some dinner tonight? Can you get away?
- Sure. I'd like that. - All right. See you at Miranda's, 8:00.
OK, good. Thanks.
Yeah, Gee?
- I had a visit from Gaffney. - Gaffney, huh?
And Mrs Gaffney.
Mrs Gaffney?
- You can't imagine. - Yeah.
Well, they're very upset.
Apparently their 12-year-old son was surfing the internet
and Mrs Gaffney caught him reading a website.
Some musings about law enforcement, religion and alternative sexuality.
Ah. Wow.
So were they upset by the sexual stuff or the spirituality?
Well, they object to a member of this unit
discussing his private life in a public forum.
But it's not public, it's anonymous. That's the point of the web.
Well, it's not anonymous anymore.
Since the Slattery case, everyone knows it's your website.
They assume.
- Gaffney wants the site closed down. - He what?
He says the contents reflect badly on the department.
But, Gee, that's outrageous. That's an abridgement of free speech.
- I won't do it. - You admit it's yours?
They can't force you to close down the site.
No, they can't.
There's nothing wrong with your religious belief or sexual orientation.
No, there's not.
The department's policy strictly forbids discrimination in these areas.
Yeah, yeah, as it damn well should.
I gotta warn you, man. Keep a low profile with this stuff.
Otherwise you're committing career suicide.
Now what?
I don't know.
Do we tell Josephine, "You definitely did it," based on this guy's opinion?
- He's a crank, he's not incompetent. - No...
Besides, what are our options? No one else to talk to, no steps to take.
- Short of digging up the body. - Only if we're sure we'd find something.
Let Gee decide. After all, it is his case.
The original ME? Who was that, Scheiner?
- Glen Harlow. - Glen Harlow?
He's retired and living in Pikesville. Not the most competent fellow.
He's a lush. At least he was.
He used to cut up bodies while stinking of gin.
He had the look of a guy who likes Tanqueray and tonics.
I know of three or four rulings of his that were overturned.
He only kept his job because his brother-in-law was a state senator.
Finally the Commission of Post-mortem Examiners fired him around '79, '80.
A lab tech opened a freezer and found booze cooling next to the kidneys.
Get over to the cemetery, I'll call the ground crew.
- You know you don't have to be here? - Yes, I do.
God, look how tiny he is.
Here you go, the remains of young Mr Pitt.
Starting at the top, here's your head fracture.
Here, I have to agree with Harlow.
What we see here could be the result of a fall from tub height.
He could very well have died from this injury alone.
'Except? '
Except the rest of the fractures did not come from that fall.
One on the right wrist and the left femur.
They were healed at the time of death.
They were broken months before the fall.
Charisse, this is Dad.
Give me a call when you get this. There's a question I wanna ask you.
I also found significant trauma to the cerebral cortex.
The kind that we see when a baby is shaken.
The mother said they shook Jeffrey trying to revive him.
Whatever happened in the bathroom, he wasn't just dropped by his sister.
He was battered by a grown-up.
Are you sure that Stivers saw us?
She comes to pick up her dinner. There we are, cosy in the corner.
Serves us right. We knew Sabatino's was risky.
OK, so we won't eat downtown anymore.
We've wanted to go to Loco Hombre. Why don't we eat there tonight?
Munch eats there at least twice a week.
OK, how about Cafferty's? That's out of the way.
Nah, it's not out of the way enough.
I think our best bet is just staying home.
It's either that or drive out to the county, your choice.
Whichever. Whatever.
I gotta say, I am less and less into this whole on-the-sly business.
- What are you saying, you're bored? - I'm saying I'm gonna be.
So are you. Paul, you know... We're stuck in here.
We'll get really sick of each other, start going stir crazy.
Well, we'll deal with that then.
But... But... But for now,
I'll settle for just plain crazy.
You know Ravage from Robbery? Know what he asked me?
He asked how things were going in "Homo-cide". Believe that?
That idiot Anderson from Auto sprang the same witticism on me.
If Bayliss don't quit messing around, he'll give the whole unit a dubious reputation.
It's too late. Half the department's logged onto his website.
There's no name on that website. How does everybody know it's Bayliss?
It's male intuition, Sheppard. We know, OK?
I don't see what everybody's so worked up over.
If you were more secure in your sexuality,
you wouldn't give a damn what Ravage in Robbery says
or even think twice about Bayliss' love life.
Gringo Boy cops all the time down Belmont and Park, haunts the corners.
- What did he do, kill somebody? - Is this him?
Ouch!
Hard to say... Yeah, I think so.
So Gringo Boy got taken off, huh?
Er... yeah. You know his real name?
- Kenneth. Kenneth Rooney. - Is that his record?
Possession, burglary, nothing too fancy.
Thank you.
So er... do you know an address, family, next of kin?
A wife Loretta. Used to shoot up together.
She hasn't been around for a while.
She checked into Sinai's Methodone Clinic. They may have her address.
All right. Well, let's take a ride.
Thank you.
I don't know what his problem was. He wouldn't even look at you.
Yeah. Seems like I'm getting the big shun from everybody today.
- Maybe I need a new deodorant. - Or everyone needs a new attitude.
We're not allowed to have a personal life around here.
Course not, we're homicide cops. We aren't supposed to have sex.
Any hint of romance is strictly off-limits.
One wayward glance, critics holler.
One innocent affair, no one takes you seriously.
It's enough to make you wanna give it up altogether.
- Maybe that's the answer, then. - What?
- Maybe we just stay celibate. - Yeah?
- Nah. - Nah!
Is Josephine here? I wanna talk to my daughter.
You've had plenty time to talk to her.
I told you, the other night she was acting crazy,
and now she's just gone over the edge.
Why don't you let us decide that? Care to step right in?
Stivers?
That's Madeleine Pitt, the mother. Just went in with Falsone.
- I recognise her. - Right, I guess you would.
You wouldn't wanna take over, would you? If you do...
Oh, no, Detective, I trust you. Just find out what happened.
Right.
- Excuse me, do you work here? - I do.
I'm looking for Detectives Falsone or Stivers.
- They're busy conducting an interview. - Oh... I see.
- Is that a problem? - I'm Josephine Pitt.
That's my mother in there.
Hey, Roger.
- What the hell are you doing here? - You... er... got a second?
- I got nothin' to say to you. - You stood me up.
I couldn't make it.
- Are you... telling people things? - I don't know what you're talking about.
All of a sudden I'm getting the cold shoulder from people.
I don't need to tell anybody anything.
Everyone's seen your website. It's all over the department.
- You're the butt of everybody's jokes. - It's... er...
It's just... ignorance.
You already made detective, I'm still in uniform.
You wanna be some kind of crusader, that's on you.
Crusader? I don't know what you're worried about, Roger.
- I would not have outed you. - Damn right. You won't out me.
Know what I told people? You made a pass at me, I turned you down.
That's... That's not... That's not necessary.
I'm telling you, leave me alone or I'll kick your faggot ass!
'He fell out of his highchair? '
He fell out of his highchair. He broke his leg and his wrist.
I can show you the hospital records.
Let me ask you this. Did you and your husband ever punish your kids?
Sure. Course, when they misbehaved.
Only, back then, we didn't call it punishment, we called it discipline.
And how would you do that? How would you discipline your children?
I don't know. The usual way.
You... er... withhold their allowance, you limit their TV.
Did you ever discipline your children physically?
If they were very, very bad, they might've gotten a spanking.
Which meant what exactly?
What do you think a spanking means? A little swat on the bottom.
Wait, wait, wait. Now, you listen to me.
Except for a very rare spanking, Howard and I never raised a hand to them.
What has Josie told you?
That night, when Jeffrey wouldn't stop crying, did he get a spanking then?
- No! - He died, you never got over it.
What else happened?
We don't think you told us everything, Madeleine.
We think you left something out.
God, you sound just like my daughter.
"Oh, tell me everything, Mama, what happened? How high was the...
"Tell it, Mama. How much did he weigh?"
Just over and over and over again, the same question.
- I don't know what else to say. - How about the truth?
I told you the truth.
What do you people really want?
You want me to say that I saw something that I didn't see. Uh-huh.
You want me to lie.
Excuse us.
- We're getting nowhere, Gee. - I can see that.
She's hiding something.
Jeffrey didn't break bones falling out of a highchair.
Leave her a while.
That night's been simmering in her head for a long time.
It'll boil over eventually.
Josie, let's just go home now. We can talk there instead.
- I don't wanna go home. - Well, I do.
- It's been half an hour, Gee. What? - I'll get 'em out of there.
- No. - No?
Let them have a minute alone together.
- Tell me what really happened. - Honey, I already have!
Not the story you've told me before, the truth.
Just start at the beginning. You're downstairs in the kitchen...
Ah! I talked to the travel agent yesterday.
Guess what? She can get us a better rate for our cruise.
$875 for an upper-deck suite.
For $100 more we get our own veranda.
I'm not going on any cruise with you, Mama.
Oh, honey, of course you are. It's your 30th birthday present.
My birthday? Do you know where I spend my birthday every year?
I go to the cemetery, to Jeffrey's grave.
For the past ten years, I go and I stand in front of his grave and I think,
"I'm sorry, Jeffrey.
"Sorry I get to be a year older and you never get to grow up because of me."
- Honey, don't say that. - Why not? It's true, isn't it?
I watch them pulling his coffin out and wonder what's left inside.
Could there be anything left after all this time or is he dried-out bones?
You should never, never have let them disturb your brother.
I tried to picture Jeffrey when he was alive,
when he was living and breathing and whole.
And I realised I have no real idea of what he looked like.
I just have this one blurry photo.
Now where did you get that?
We looked alike, didn't we, Mama?
We had the same mouth.
Where are the rest of the pictures? Why did you get rid of them?
- We were trying to protect you. - To protect me?
You got rid of the pictures because you couldn't take looking at them.
You don't wanna talk or remember because you know what happened.
You don't want me to tell you what happened. You will regret it...
- No, I won't. ...because you're right.
You don't know the whole story. Your father and I lied for a reason.
What's worse than what I already know?
- The truth. - It wasn't an accident.
- No. - I didn't drop him.
Oh, you dropped him, all right.
- You did it on purpose. - What?
All children are jealous of their younger siblings,
but just not nearly as vicious as you were with Jeffrey.
You wanted that child out of our lives.
Your father and I never imagined you'd take it so far.
And I didn't.
Then you tell me, how do you think he broke those two bones?
Oh, what, I did that too?
You lifted the lid of the highchair, you pushed him out.
I'm three years old, I wouldn't hurt him on purpose.
Honey, your father and I always forgave you.
You're making it up, Mama. I don't believe you.
- Neither do I. - Detective Giardello.
- Lieutenant Giardello. - Lieutenant.
- You've been listening. - I have.
- Then you understand why we lied. - I understand perfectly now, yes.
Wasn't it better for everyone if we let her think she dropped him by accident?
But she didn't drop him by accident. She didn't drop him on purpose either!
Yes, she did. That's the part we left out.
I think you left out a lot more than that!
- You never saw Josephine lift Jeffrey. - Yes, I did.
You never saw her push him from the chair!
Please, you know the whole story now.
Either you or your husband broke Jeffrey's bones.
Josephine, please tell the lieutenant we're finished here?
- Which one of you was it? - I would never harm my own baby.
Was it Dad? There was a temper there. I saw him slap you once.
He never once raised a hand to me. You remember it wrong.
Or maybe you are! Maybe it all starts the same.
Howard has both kids in the tub, Jeffrey's crying.
He wants him to stop but nothing seems to help.
Then you come upstairs, fight with each other,
the baby gets louder and Dad loses control.
Maybe he lifts Jeffrey out, he won't stop crying,
so he gives him a shake.
As you stand and watch, he shakes him harder.
And harder and harder and harder and harder!
Now you listen to me.
My husband was a decent man.
He worked that same job every day for 36 years, day in and day out.
He wasn't perfect, but he was a good father and took care of us.
What would I have done without him? Tell me!
Come on, you tell me. Tell me.
Was that it? If Dad went to jail, you'd be left alone.
You never worked a day in your life, you were scared and so you lied?
Josephine, if that's what you need to think, you go ahead, think it!
But every decision I made, every sacrifice, was for you.
I'm going home.
I remember your husband.
He seemed to be a decent man.
He said to me he'd lost his only son.
Said to me he'd never have another.
When I asked him why...
...do you know what he answered?
He said, "My wife didn't want to have any more children."
That the boy was an accident.
I should've known right then what really happened.
Did your husband know it was you?
Or did you have him fooled too?
26 years of living the same lie. She almost pulled it off, too.
Yeah, almost. Now that's the key. You see it over and over again.
Conceal the truth, it always comes back to bite you.
That's what's gonna happen to me, huh?
Not that what you and Ballard have got going comes close to what Mrs Pitt hid.
But a secret is a secret just the same.
Point taken. Thanks for not telling Gee.
Well, I decided the man had enough on his mind.
But you two work it out, OK?
Cos if Gee comes to me and asks me, I'm not gonna lie to him.
Goodbye, Gringo Boy! Huh?
Let's go across the street and get something to drink.
Um... No, thanks.
Well, we can go someplace else if you want.
Last night, Paul and I went through the paper
and came up with a whole plethora of possible hideouts.
Well, I think that I'm just gonna go home.
Oh. Why, cos you're letting them get to you now?
Put it this way, remember we were joking earlier?
I think that celibacy option's starting to sound better and better.
- Come on! - No...
It's either that or quit being a cop.
Cos how do I believe what I believe and do what I do all at the same time?
Well, I think that you're managing pretty damn well.
So people are mean and immature, so what?
It's hard enough working through these things on my own.
I did not set out to be some sort of crusader.
Then don't be. Ignore them.
I wish it were that easy.
- Am I interrupting? - Oh, not at all.
Come on in.
- So? - So...
You were right.
I spoke to Charisse, and she got sick in October.
You never told me why you were asking.
Falsone and Stivers caught a cold case.
The Pitt case, right? I heard about that. The little girl killed her brother.
Yes, and as it turns out, she wasn't guilty.
The mother beat the boy and blamed the daughter.
The father believed the mother.
And the rookie detective,
he was too young and arrogant to see through her story.
That detective was you?
I knew Charisse had a scare around the same time.
I thought maybe there might be an overlap,
maybe my mistake might make sense.
Maybe I was too concerned with my own kid
to concentrate on the Pitt case.
Maybe...
But the timing was all wrong. Jeffrey died in August.
- Are you gonna charge the mother? - That's up to the attorney.
The daughter knows now. You gotta feel good about that.
Oh, I feel terrific.
Josephine grows up blaming herself when she did nothing wrong.
- She'll never speak to her mother again. - What about the dad?
He died last year.
He'll never see his grandson.
Did you ask Charisse about the baby?
Oh-oh, yeah.
Yeah, sure. Al's doing great.
You know, she told me he weighs 14lbs! That's unbelievable.
She sent me some photos. Put some in for you, too.
- She did? - I gotta say, he looks a lot like you.
- Oh, wow! - Look at those eyes.
Porcino fortunato, huh?
Lucky?
Yes, look at this kid, he's absolutely beautiful! Unbelievable!
Oh, God...