Cold Case

[Pet Shop Boys singing "Always On My Mind" ]

Congratulations, Jimmy.

Hey, Mr. Wyatt, thanks.

Even though you tanked my final, you held onto your "B."

Well, I've had a lot of stuff on my mind.

Math kind of took a backseat.

Jimmy! You haven't signed my yearbook yet.

- I'll do it later. - I'm saving page 26 for you.

There's a candid of us in chemistry lab.

We have our goggles on, but you can definitely tell it's us.

Yeah? Cool.

Hey, Jimmy! What do you say, huh?

Coach. You look weird in a suit.

Hey, tell me about it. I feel likeI'm at a funeral.

And I am, in a way, losing my star runner.

My loss, Villanova's gain, right?

Excuse me, Coach.

- Quinn. - It's time.

Hi.

Hi. You got a lighter?

Can't smoke in here.

- Morning. - Hey, Lil.

You know Lindsey Dunlay, Child Services?

Since tenth grade.

Is she one of yours?

Yeah. Claire Tate, 17.

Knows everything, hates everyone. Great kid.

Her dad was killed in 1988.

Grad night. Adams High.

- Was he a teacher? - A student.

His girlfriend was pregnant. Had the baby that night.

Which, in the wisdom of teenagers

they left in a trash can.

Claire was that baby?

'Jimmy was hit by a car that same night.'

- They never found the driver. - We got a new direction?

Claire was approached by a man yesterday

talking about his murder.

Can I smoke on that balcony?

Answer a few questions first.

Can you describe the guy you met, Claire?

He was old. He drove a white van.

Old like 30 or old like 60?

In between.

- And this was at your school? - Yeah.

He pulls up, wants to talk to me.

Says, "I know who killed Jimmy."

Meaning your dad.

But when I said that, he says

"Jimmy wasn't your dad. I was."

Did you get a name, Claire? A license plate?

One of the teachers came out and chased him away.

He was probably lying.

We'll find out.

- Can I go smoke now? - You shouldn't.

Who you going to tell? My parents?

- Got an edge, huh? - Yeah.

Seventeen years in foster care will do that.

We'll have uniforms in the area watch out for a white van.

There was one more thing.

What's that?

Before he drove off

he said he'd be coming back for me.

Read about George's burial?

No one there but the grave diggers.

Ask me, Potter's Field is too good for his bones.

So did you guys hear about the parachuter?

No.

Sutton.

You going to elaborate?

A girl, coming to Homicide.

Parachuting in from Northeast Detectives.

- What's her inside drag? - Dad was Tommy Sutton.

- Died on the job. - Eighty one.

- Shot in a traffic stop. - Yeah.

So who's going to say no to a fallen hero's daughter

wanting to come to Homicide?

Gil Sherman worked Northeast. Maybe he knows her.

I already asked. Said she's a looker.

Can't hold that against her.

You can if she throws it around.

Who says she does that?

Word I hear, some type of scandal

involving her sergeant.

Sexual nature.

That's ill-advised.

I got a sixth sense on this.

This girl's going to be trouble.

Jimmy Tate, 18.

Graduated June 11, 1988.

Killed outside the school that night.

'Hit and run.'

Theory was some drunk kid did it.

Never came forward.

Jimmy's girlfriend

Quinn Ellis, gave birth at the party that night

then left the baby in a trash bin.

'Did two years for reckless endangerment.'

Lost custody, never bounced back.

She's been in and out of trouble ever since.

Lives in a halfway house in Fairmont.

- Was she a suspect? - No license, no car.

She was picked up a few hours later

walking along the parkway in a daze.

A partial tire impression at the scene

was ID'd as a Firestone, new tread.

A fairly common brand, but it's something.

So who's this guy coming around now telling Claire he's her dad?

Maybe just a crank. Someone wants to mess with her mind.

As if being thrown away by her parents didn't do that.

I do needlepoint 'cause I don't know how to knit.

Me neither.

I'm not too good with skills.

So, Quinn, we're looking back into Jimmy's hit-and-run.

That night just about sunk me.

Losing Jimmy?

And the baby.

Yeah, but losing her was voluntary.

It was a bad decision.

Tell us about it.

Well, I had her in a stall

in the girl's bathroom.

Tough place to give birth?

You know what though? It wasn't too bad.

It wasn't easy or anything, but I handled it.

So why ditch her in the trash?

I was 18... and dumb.

Just couldn't think of anything else right then.

And Jimmy was..?

Gone. Right after she was born.

Quinn, Claire was approached yesterday by a guy that claimed

he'sher dad.

That's crazy.

That's mean and crazy.

Anyone you can think of would say that?

No. Jimmy was my one and only.

To this day, he was the best thing that ever happened to me.

So how did it go wrong?

Getting pregnant messed us up.

[The Church singing "Under the Milky Way"]

Sine, opposite over hypotenuse.

Cosine, adjacent over hypotenuse.

Can you meet me tonight?

No. My parents.

'Jimmy!'

Quinn!

My way or the hallway.

Dork, huh?

Hey, what's wrong?

Nothing.

Don't tell me nothing. You're crying.

I'm scared you'll hate me.

Quinn.

You know how I haven't been feeling that good?

Well, it turns out I'm pregnant.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Did you take one of those..?

Home tests? Yeah.

It was blue.

It was just that one weekend.

We need to fix it.

Yeah.

We'll take care of it.

But we didn't really take care of it.

Time got away from us

and we had her.

Well, how about leaving her at a hospital? A church?

That would have been better.

Yeah, I found that baby.

It was a head trip.

So, how did you happen to be looking

in the trash that night?

I was drunk, weaving down the hall

and there was this cry from the closet.

I thought I was hearing things.

But, no, it was a real live baby.

'See anyone around?'

I ran back to the party, told everyone.

Got around real quick it was Jimmy and Quinn's.

Did people know Quinn was pregnant?

No. Well, most people, anyway.

'But you did?'

Well, I happened to be in the nurse's office one day

when Jimmy came in.

Jimmy.

That ankle acting up?

Uh, no. It's better.

So, what can I do for you?

Well, um..