Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 4, Episode 1 - We Are Family - full transcript

[WOMAN PANTING]

Come on, Maura.
You can do it.

No, I can't.
I feel like crap.

Okay, come on.

I told Ma that we'd meet her
at the bunker hill parade, okay?

She has T.J.

It's historically incorrect.

The battle of Bunker Hill
was fought on Breed's Hill.

Okay. We will tell them
that when we get there, okay?

Come on. The doctor cleared
you to work out weeks ago.

No, Maura.



Maura, Maura, Maura.

Come on, come on, come on,
come on. Come on.

Ow, ow, ow!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm... I'm sorry.

All right.
We'll take it slow.

Okay.
I still think it's amazing.

They can suck out an organ
through a straw.

It's called a laparoscope,

and they do not use it
to "suck out" your kidney.

"Minimally invasive," my ass.

You're gonna feel much better

when you get back
in shape, okay?

Come on.

Are you saying that I'm fat
and out of shape?



No.

I am saying that you have
got to stop hoping

that they're gonna
send you some

"thank you for your kidney"
fruit basket.

Giving the gift of life

is the only reward
that I need, okay?

I'm very happy with my decision.

Then why are you still
such a whiny pain in the ass?

Did you just call me
a whiny pain in the ass?

No.

Maura.

Ever since you gave
that ungrateful

half-sister
of yours your kidney,

you just... you just
haven't been yourself.

Okay?

And I'm not
the only one that sees it.

- Just...
- You've been talking about me?

My best friend gossiping
after what I've been through?

Ooh, it's cold!
I'm gonna run.

Wait. Did Sergeant Korsak
say something?

Or was it Angela?
Is she complaining?

You know, after I bought
her Da Hong Pao tea.

[CROWD APPLAUDING]

[BAGPIPES PLAYING]

Hey, T.J., you like the parade?
You like the music?

Hey.

What the heck is that?

Nice, right?
I just bought it.

Want to go for a ride?

No.
Motorcycles are dangerous.

Only if I drop it on my foot.
I can't get it started.

Good.

- Hey, Ma.
- Hi.

Frankie, did you get it?
Did you get it?!

It's not official.

Angela, if you have
an issue with my mood...

Your mood?

Well, Jane said that you
were complaining about me.

I did not say that, Ma.

Look, sweetheart,
we're worried about you.

Wouldn't you be happier

if you just talked
to your mom and sister?

Dr. Phil, can this wait,
all right?

Frankie has an announcement.

I'm getting
promoted to Detective.

Yes!

In the drug unit.
That's why I bought this.

It's my cover.

Congratulations, sweetheart.

That's great.

Great job.

Well, at least you get to
go undercover as a biker

instead of a prostitute.

It wasn't my idea.

Did it cut out suddenly?

Yeah. How'd you know?

Electrical.

Unless... what kind
of a sound did it make?

Was it a cough or a wheeze?

Like a...
[COUGHING]

But did it also sputter?

Like a
ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka?

No, it was more like
kuh-kuh-kuh-kuh-kuh-kuh.

[BOTH CONTINUE SOUNDS]

Hi! Hello!

Can you two please get a room...
preferably a soundproof one?

- Carburetor.
- Oh.

If you get it over to my house,
I'll help you fix it.

That'd be great. Thanks.

Well, unless you have
a problem with my mood, too.

Maura, let it go.

Oh, look, there's
Senator Malcolm Humphrey.

Well, ex-Senator.
I worked on his campaign.

Oh, look, and right behind

is his beautiful daughter,
Erica.

Such a great story.
She won his seat.

It must be nice to follow
in your father's footsteps.

What? No.

I'd be a plumber,
and you'd be a mob boss.

Well, okay,
all I'm trying to say is,

it would be lovely to have

a father/daughter
relationship that works.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

It's not your fault
pop's ajerk.

Gun!
[CROWD SCREAMING]

Ma, get T.J. Out of here.

WOMAN: Oh, my god! Senator!

Get E.M.S. Here!

Get all these people
out of here now!

Frankie! This way.

- Give me the gun.
- No. Move.

Clear. Clear.

[SIREN BLARING]

A decent deer hunter
could have made that shot.

It's no more than 70 yards.

Should we try to find him?

We don't know
who we're looking for.

But I don't think we're
looking for a professional.

What makes you say that?

He puked after he shot her.

I wonder
what that blue stuff is.

Get CSRU in here
and have them collect it.

Get DNAfrom vomit?

Not usually.

Process it anyway.

[SOBBING]

Erica.

WOMAN: Dad!

Let me through!
Let me through!

- Jennifer!
- That's my sister!

Let her through!

Oh, Dad!
I heard screaming!

Oh, my god!

Do you want someone
to take your baby?

It's Erica's baby.

It's okay, Liam.
It's okay, baby.

Man: Jennifer, she's gone.

Erica's gone.

[SIREN SOUNDS]

[###]

Get the bullet out yet?

What are you doing?

Biting on a pencil.

Yes, I can see that.
But why?

It activates the muscles
used for smiling.

Well, those muscles
are a little out of shape.

I'm going to ignore you and
attempt to improve my mood.

Okay.

So... biting pencils works?

Well, holding your
teeth in this position

engages the zygomaticus
major and the risorius muscle.

I can't understand you.

Some studies show that
you can trick your brain

into thinking you're happy
by moving certain muscles.

Oh.

It's petty.
Small-minded.

Should be enough to know
that I saved someone's life.

Maura, if mother Teresa
gave her kidney

to a half-sister
she barely knew,

even she would expect
a call from her mother saying,

I don't know,
"thanks for the organ."

I told hope
not to contact me,

and I never want Cailin
to know I'm her donor.

Great way to spend a Sunday.

All right,
I'll talk to you later.

News crews outside?

It's a gang bang out there.

Sawing-type wound
with jagged edges.

Two punctures.

It was approximately
2.9 centimeters.

Maura, I'm pretty confident
she didn't die from tetanus.

No, she did not,

and you know how I know that?

Because you were there
when she was shot?

'Cause this wound looks
about five days old.

You think that's
from barbed wire?

Looks like that to me.

Okay, Maura, um...
I don't want to rush you

or tell you
how to do yourjob, but

maybe you could
dig out the bullet first

so we could get
started on ballistics?

I think there might be
something trapped in the wound.

Well, there's definitely
a bullet trapped in the skull.

It'd be good to look
at that bullet.

It sure would.

Excuse me a minute.

Oh, boy.

You think the old Maura's
ever coming back?

Man, I hope so.

Husband wasn't at the parade.
What do we know about him?

He's a former environmental
lawyer, like Erica was.

They were married for ten years.
Two kids.

A six-year-old and the toddler

we saw with the sister
at the parade.

The sister
was her chief of staff.

Maybe a radical
political organization,

an opponent, a whack job.

It seems to me
there's a lot easier ways

to kill a state Senator.

No, I was thinking
the same thing.

Small staff, no bodyguards.

What did she make,
like 60k a year?

61,132 dollars and 99 cents.

Okay, I came upstairs
to tell you

that the bullet fragmented
when it hit the skull.

KORSAK: How big are the pieces?

Basically shavings.

Damn.

We'll have a hell
of a time tracing that.

Susie's running the body
through x-ray

to make sure
I didn't miss any pieces.

That's not cool.
[BABY CRYING]

MAURA: Okay, that's mean.

Society is slow to change,
even though 53 percent of women

are the main breadwinners
in their households.

How come I don't have one
of those chicks in my household?

Jane, um...
can I talk to you?

Yeah, sure.
I'll call you later.

Or... uh... Maura, have you
seen the new break room?

It's the old break room.

They just took
all the old stuff...

Thanks for taking
the bullet out.

You have your
own refrigerator.

Impressive.

Okay, what did you want
to talk to me about?

Could you ever be
married to a caretaker?

And this is a pressing
question because...

Oh, I was just thinking
about you and Casey.

Well, stop.

I haven't heard
from that guy in three months.

Plus, I don't really think
he's the househusband type.

Hm, probably just fell in love with
his nurse or physical therapist.

Very common.

I know what you're doing.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Misery loves company.

Maura.

I hate seeing you so sad,

and whatever you're feeling,
it's okay to feel it, all right?

Just say it.

Okay.

- I did want a fruit basket.
- Yes.

I did, and it should
have had d'Anjou pears

and... and...
and a nice prosecco

and gourmet chocolates
and spa stuff.

So pick up the phone
and tell her.

I can't.

Maura, okay, look.

It is okay for you to want
a relationship with your mom.

You'd be even weirder
than you are

if you didn't want to know
your biological mother.

Okay, so, now I am a whiny,
weird pain in the ass.

I'm trying to be patient.

That must be
very hard for you.

It is!

Well, I'd at least
like to know

if Cailin is taking care
of my kidney.

Well, so, what?

You want to spy
on your kidney?

There you are.
This is nice.

What is it, Susie?

I thought you'd like to know
that I was analyzing

the stomach contents
from the victim,

and I noticed blueberries in it.

Blueberries?

I found blue chunks
in vomit at the scene.

Yeah, I know that.
I was analyzing that, too.

Did you compare
both the samples?

Yes.

So, Erica and her killer

both had the same batch
of blueberry waffles

two hours before Erica was shot.

Wow, that is a huge break

if we can figure out
who she ate breakfast with.

I say it's the husband.
He's got motive.

Which is?

He's fed up with
being a househusband.

He was a big lawyer
when they met.

She worked for him.

Well, we could rule out
her staffers,

and her opponent's right there.

[WOMAN, ON TV] Thank you so much.

I love Massachusetts,
and I love your big hearts.

FEMALE REPORTER: And we're live
as slain Senator

Erica Humphrey-Miller's
husband, Jeff Miller,

enters the state house just
hours after the shooting.

First thing he does
is go to his wife's office?

He killed her
to take her seat?

- Let's go talk to him.
- Take Frost.

I want to go look
at the bullet fragments.

Governorjust called.

And you know how much I hate it
when the Governor calls.

Not only was our victim
a state Senator,

her father has friends
in high places,

so let's get this shooter
as fast as we can.

Yes, sir.

I'll meet you downstairs.

Okay.

I heard your mother
was at the parade with T.J.

How's she doing?

Why don't you call her?

I mean, I'm sure
she'd love to hear from you.

Well, I don't want
to bother her.

She just watched a woman
get gunned down.

She's already pretty bothered.

Well, tell her...
give her my best.

Jeff: No matter what,
my wife's work will continue.

She was committed
to all of you

and to the people
of Massachusetts.

Yeah, sounds like
he's running for office.

- You were there.
- Yes.

I'm Detective Jane Rizzoli.
This is Detective Barry Frost.

- We're very sorry for your loss.
- Thank you.

I'll do whatever I can to find
the people who murdered my wife.

Did she have any enemies?
Anyone she was afraid of?

Erica was pushing to pass
new environmental legislation.

The bad guys didn't like that.

You think that got her killed?

Yes.

I think it was a fringe group.

She'd always
gotten nasty letters,

but... This felt organized.

Did you call the police?

She didn't want to.

Did she have a breakfast meeting
scheduled for this morning?

No.

You sure?
She left the house at 7:00.

Well, she didn't get
to the parade until 8:30.

Where was she for 90 minutes?

No idea.

I handled her schedule.

All she had today
was the parade.

What does "THT" stand for?

It's right here on Tuesday,
June 11th.

I don't know.

Her calendar
was packed last week.

It's wide open
this coming week.

"Deliver GBS tomorrow."
What does that mean?

I don't know.
Erica put it in the calendar.

Why weren't you at the parade?

One of us had to take our
six-year-old to his soccer game.

Our children were
very important to us.

We didn't want them to have
the childhood Erica had.

We were campaign kids.

We spent every spare
minute with my dad.

We got to do sports, though.

She was a great skier.

Um... I'm sorry.

We're gonna need
to collect her computer.

It's in her office.

Uh, excuse me, Mr. Miller.

Uh, where was your
son's soccer game?

Breed's park.

That's not far from the parade.

What's that supposed to mean?

I didn't shoot my wife.

We found some evidence
at the scene.

Well, check with
the other parents.

They'll confirm my alibi.

I intend to,
and I'm sorry to ask,

but I'd like to do
a cheek swab.

I'm also an attorney, Detective.

You need to show
some probable cause,

and since you don't have any,

I'm going home
to my motherless children.

I really hope
he didn't kill her.

What'd you find?

I got her computer.
Uh, what do you make of this?

I found four of these
under the Senator's desk.

Dirty water?

Her sister doesn't know
why she was keeping them.

I don't know.

We'll take it to the lab
and have them analyzed.

[PHONE VIBRATING]

It's Maura, and she's out front.
I have no idea why.

I got this.

- I'll meet you back at the ranch.
- Okay, thanks.

MAURA: Do you see her?

No.

Her facebook page
said she'd be here.

Wait. Is that her?

MAURA: Is that a triple shot
with three pumps of caramel?

Well, it's better than
three shots of tequila.

That is not
a very respectful way

to treat someone else's kidney.

Oh, god! Get down!
Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Slouch!

Oh, did she see us?
Did she see us?

I don't know, Maura.
The window's over there.

[PHONE RINGING]

What are you doing?

I'm reading
an e-mail from Susie.

Really?

Wait. I can listen to it.

FEMALE COMPUTERIZED VOICE:
Her facebook paige says Cailin

has checked in
at the college caf?.

Well, thanks for the tip.

This is awkward.

Well, you are spying on her.

I am spying on my kidney.
That is very different.

Okay.
Go talk to her.

No.

Go! And please hurry.

We have a lot of work to do.

I feel very silly.

You're gonna feel even sillier

when I push you out
with my feet.

Cailin?
Cailin, wait. Let me...

let me explain.

No. You don't have to.

I've owed you an apology
for a long time.

I'm really sorry about
everything that I said

and all the crap that I pulled.

I really appreciate
you saying that.

I can't ever really
thank you enough.

For what?

Come on, Maura.
I'm premed.

I knew it was your kidney,

but you confirmed it
when you got out of the car.

Does it still hurt?

Not too bad.

Thank you for checking up on me.

That is what you were
doing, right?

Uh...
[BOTH CHUCKLING]

I was gonna send this.
Um...

It belongs to you.

To me?

You'll understand
once you open it.

I wrote you a letter, too.

I should probably get to class,

but would it be all right
if I maybe...

were to text you sometime?

Text me. Um...

Yes.
Yes, I'd like that.

Okay. Cool.

All right. Um... bye.

Bye.

- So...
- She gave me this.

Wow. Scrimshaw.
It's really pretty.

I think that's real whalebone.

It's a family heirloom.

Hope gave it to Cailin
on her 18th birthday.

Well, that was sweet of her
to give it to you.

Or not.

It was a gift to Hope
on her 18th birthday.

Who gave it to her?

A man who's about to go
on trial for 15 murders.

My father, Paddy Doyle.

Okay, so, this website,
Stop Bad People,

looks like the same organization

that sent this
to Erica's office.

Yeah, I'm trying to get
a physical address tied to their

I.P. Address, but whoever
built this website is good.

I checked Erica's credit cards.
She didn't use them today.

The only calls she made were
to her husband and her sister.

What about the bullet fragments?

No, it's a dead end.

No way we'll get enough
ballistics to even run it.

But based on weight,
it's a.22.

Well, that's something.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]
Yeah!

I am the man.

Stop Bad People
has a Boston address.

437 Claremont Street.

Check this out.

They're anti-women,
anti-environment, anti-aaa?

Who's anti-aaa?

KORSAK: Oh, well, look at this.

Whoever administers
that hate site

is a registered gun owner.

Hey, king of the world,
if you're not too busy.

Any DNAyet?

No. I'm sorry, Detective.

Damn.

Have you seen Dr. Isles?

A gravity inverter.

And we're inverting because...

I'd rather not say.

Okay.

But if you think it's
because of that necklace...

What, this?

Why would a necklace
that your mob-boss father

gave your pregnant teenage
mom upset you so much

that you're hanging
upside down like a bat?

Well, inverting equalizes
cerebral fluid

and eases the strain
on the vertebrae.

You're worried about
Paddy's trial, aren't you?

I was so wrapped up
in recovering from surgery

that I didn't have time
to think about him, too.

It's very overwhelming.
What do I do?

I think you know
what you should do.

Reach out to hope.

I'm sure she's dying
to talk to you.

No.
I'm fine.

Not with this in your mouth.
Come on. Come on.

We have a murder to solve.
And I need your help.

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

Take him on down to the
interrogation room, Tony.

W... is that the
Stop Bad People guy?

Come on.

You'll get a kick
out of this guy.

You're a Detective?

Yeah.

Wow.

Hey, Ismail, stop drooling
over Detective Rizzoli

and talk to me
about this gun.

You pulled the guts out.

Yeah, the... the plastic ones
that come with the game suck.

He used this for video games?

Uh-huh. Yeah.
A-are you a fan?

Do you... do you like...
do you play video games?

Oh, yeah.

How about if you tell us

a little bit about
your operation?

Um, l-I don't know
what you're...

what... what you're... talk...
talk... talking about.

Cyber bullying is a federal
crime, Ismail.

Afederal crime.

Okay, the service
I provide isn't bullying.

It's legal harassment.

Okay.

You want to tell us why
you were legally harassing

Senator Erica Humphrey-Miller?

What?

Oh, that... that...
you don't...

I didn't have any personal
animosity towards her

or any of the people my
customers hire me to harass.

So that's your business?

You build hate websites
and send hate mail?

Well, I... I wouldn't
describe it quite like that.

Who hired you
to harass the Senator?

I don't know.
I swear. I don't.

It's part of my business model.

I use a pay service that assures
anonymity for all my clients.

We've seized all his computers.

Okay. Let's go see if
you are telling the truth.

Why... why would I lie?

I'm a businessman,
not an assassin.

It was... it was...

it was really nice
to meet you, Detective.

We should do something
sometime or...

Hey, should I...
should I wait here?

Yes, why don't you?

[MAKES SIZZLING NOISE]

BARRY: He's telling the truth
about the pay service.

It's a pretty complex
money transaction.

I'm not sure I can track
where the funds come from.

I'll tell them to let him go.

Hey, release that kid, Ismail.

Thanks.

So, all we know

is someone orchestrated a nasty
campaign against the victim.

I'm telling you,
the husband had time.

Soccer parents
only remember seeing him

at the beginning
and the end of the game.

KORSAK: That's not enough
to arrest him.

We need something that shows
they had breakfast together.

JANE: Yeah, the blueberry
waffles are the key here.

If she really
left her house at 7:00,

she had 90 minutes

before she was first
seen at the parade.

So, where'd she go?

Well, she couldn't have
driven more than,

say, 20 miles each way.

So...
we look...

20 miles in every direction.

That's a lot of area to cover.

1,256.6 square miles.
Area...

- Equals pi "r" squared.
- Equals pi "r" squared.

Get Frankie in here.

Have him check
every fast-food place

and restaurant
that serves breakfast.

I thought he got promoted.

Not yet.

Glad you're not my sister.

Do you want to do it?

No.

DNA?

No, results on the water

from the bottles you found
under the victim's desk.

It's well water
mixed with soil.

That's it?
There's no contaminates?

Nope.

Erica's hard drive had
the results of groundwater

and soil studies
she'd had commissioned

over the last six months.

Why in Readville?

I don't know.
But everything was normal.

Didn't seem worth mentioning.

Is there any way to see
if the water in those bottles

came from Readville, too?

I'll have the crime lab
look into it.

What'll that tell us?

I don't know.
Just following a hunch.

[YAWNING]

What? You're not tired?

I'm fine.
I'm just sick of you yawning.

I've got to call it a night.

My dog walker called in sick.

And what's your excuse?

Slave driver didn't show
up to race the dog team?

Cats having a fashion show?

Hamsters made you dinner?

Yeah. All of the above.
Good night.

MAURA: Hey, Jane, let's run.

It's not too far
to your apartment.

Now you want to run?

Come on.
I finally feel like it.

[GROANS]
The things I do for you.

[BUZZING]

Who is that?

I don't know.

What are you doing?

I don't know what I did
with my pepper spray.

I knew I should have
brought my gun.

Oh, my god. It's Casey.

MAURA: He looks really good.

I hope all of his parts
are working.

Oh, Maura.

CASEY: Hey, there.

Hi.

I called the station.

They, uh, they said
you were on your way home.

What are you doing here?
You look great.

Well, I feel pretty good.

Wow, I mean, you've recovered
most of your mobility.

Are you wearing
thermoplastic braces?

You've got good eyes.

Yeah.

Oh... I mean,
how is that possible?

You had cauda equina.
It isn't treatable.

Well, I'm still trying to
believe it myself. I got lucky.

I was, uh, I was misdiagnosed
thanks to a bad MRI.

But you still had neurosurgery.

Oh, yeah.
They opened me up,

and they found shrapnel
pressing against my spinal cord.

Took it out.

That's incredible.

It really is.

And what about sexual function?

Dr. Isles, this is actually
not one of your patients.

Sorry. Sorry.

I'm gonna go finish my run.
I'll see you tomorrow.

No, Maura, come on.
I'll take you home. It's...

So happy this isn't awkward.
[CHUCKLING]

- I have to walk Jo Friday.
- Uh-huh.

I mean, do you want to...

Yeah. I'd really like that.

Okay.

[SNIFFING]
I never know how long

you're supposed
to let a dog sniff.

You're not.
She's marking territory.

Look sharp!

[URINATING]

Cesar, the dog whisperer.

He uses that expression.
It's from the North of England.

It means be quick
and do your business.

She only did that
because you're a soldier

and you have a hint
of an accent.

I don't have an accent.

Yes, you do.

It was worse
when we were in high school,

but I can still hear
the North of England in you.

That's something
I love about you...

that you've known me
for so long.

My massive crush began
on you when I was 15.

I wrote about 100 emails
to you in the hospital,

more when I was recovering.

I never got them.

I didn't send any of them.

It wasn't just the physical
injuries that stopped me.

It was, uh...
It was PTSD.

I know a little about
post-traumatic stress disorder.

Someday, if...
if you want to hear it,

I'll tell you what happened.

Right now,
I'm just so happy to see you.

[WHIMPERING]

I see the neurosurgeon
fixed that, too.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

He did.

God, you're beautiful.

You're beautiful.

I'm thinking something, Jane.

What? No, no, no. No
thinking. No thinking.

Yeah.
I'm thinking that...

I want us to be in love
before we do this.

I can't just show up...

Ugh. God, you're good.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, you just said
the best line

to get a woman
to take her clothes off.

- I did?
- [CHUCKLING] Yes.

You know you did.

Casey?

You don't leave a chef
an aawul lot to work with.

Jar of pickles and marmite
that expired five years ago.

Put that back.
Maura gave that to me.

I might use it
to kill her someday.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Somebody needs
to take care of you.

I should have
told you this last night.

No, if this is about your
STDs or your ex-wives or...

just please save it
for after breakfast.

I'm going back to Afghanistan.

- Wow.
- Just for a few months.

I've been asked to go
with a team of psychologists.

I'm getting training in virtual
therapy for combat soldiers.

Is that what helped you?
Virtual therapy?

Uh-huh.

[SIGHING]

Then I understand.

I knew you would.

When I get back, I think it's
time you and I give it a shot.

Me too.

Go all domestic together.

Yes, but there has to be rules
before you throw out my marmite.

I'll get you anotherjar,

and I'll also teach you
to get Jo Friday to look sharp.

Maybe.

Only if you keep the accent.

I... don't have an accent.

Yes, you do.

You do have an accent.
[LAUGHING]

[JANE GROANING]

Hello?

JANE: Help.

You're supposed
to set it for your height.

I was thinking about the case.

I think you were
thinking about the Case-y.

Well, I came to see you,

but someone was taking their
sweet time in coming to work.

Well, that's 'cause
you wouldn't stop talking

when I was trying
to get dressed.

You called me.

He'll be back, Jane.

You said he'd be
at the Bagram air base.

Yeah, but he still
has to go to Kandahar.

By plane.
He said no road travel.

You know, when he told me,
I was so sad and terrified.

But I was also...

Oh, my god. It can't be.

What? Tell me.

I was relieved.

Oh.
Is that all?

What do you mean, is that all?

You've been pining over
this man for a year now.

It's simply fear talking.

You're afraid that if you
allow yourself to get involved,

you'll get hurt, so you're
looking for reasons to withdraw.

I am not.

He moved the cereal boxes.

And he threw out
my shredded wheat.

You've had that box
for five years.

I just opened it.

I mean,
what if this is the gateway

to mom jeans
and baby slime

and... and arguments
over the remote control

and clipping coupons
and buying in bulk?

Okay, go back to
telling me about the part

when he had you pinned
against the building.

Oh, yeah.

[COMPUTER CHIMING]
[TYPING]

Some of the results are in

on the particulate
found in Erica's scratch.

- Disturbed soil.
- Disturbed soil?

It just means that it's from
an old industrial area.

- Looks like Readville.
- Readville. Again.

[COMPUTER CHIMING]
[TYPING]

And again.

The second round
of water results

are back, too,
and the water in the bottles

from Erica's office
was also from Readville.

Hey. What do you got?

I cannot wait until
5:00 on Friday,

when my promotion
becomes official

and I don't have to be your
personal patrol-officer slave.

Just tell me
if you found a diner

that serves blueberry
waffles in Readville, please.

Why didn't you tell me
it was in Readville?

Do you know how many
places I called? 394, Jane.

I didn't know we were
looking in Readville, Frankie.

That's what you do
when you're a Detective.

You detect!

- All right.
- Thank you.

- Hey, Maura.
- Morning, Frankie.

Jane, the yellow pollen
in her scratch

is from the Ionicera hirsuta,

also called the hairy
honeysuckle flower.

Does the horny honeysuckle
grow in Readville?

Hairy. No.
It only grows in the Berkshires.

Then you can tell me about
the hairy horny flower later.

Let's go get
blueberry waffles.

Oh, I already ate.

No... I did, too,
but you're coming with me.

- No, I'm not.
- Yes, you are.

I might need you to take
some water samples, okay?

Come on.
The key to this is Readville.

Good morning.

Hi.

Do you have blueberry waffles?

Oh, we just ran out.

But the corned beef
hash is really good.

Maura.
That's our victim.

WOMAN:
What are we gonna do now?

Senator Erica was
the only one who'd listen.

See that little boy?

He's so sick now he can
barely hold up his head.

Cancer.

And that little girl
and that one, too.

Something is poisoning us
all here.

I'm sorry.

Let me get you two a table.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, that's why
Erica was doing

soil and water testing
here in Readville.

Nonspecific symptoms
and unrelated illnesses

don't necessarily mean
that environmental toxins

are getting
in the water supply.

You know, don't ever eat
in hospital cafeterias.

Oh, and avoid
anybody in scrubs.

Anything else?

Why do you have
to be like that?

Like what?

Like every time you
have a random thought,

I got to get into your
random-thought caravan.

Well, hospital uniforms
are teeming with bacteria.

I'm giving you
a tip to be healthy.

- Maura, that's it.
- What's it?

Oh, now I'm supposed
to get in your caravan.

They're factory workers.

Look at the logos...
that horny flower.

Hairy. What makes it
distinctive is the fuzzy leaves.

Wait.
Let me see your tablet.

Hairy Honeysuckle
Battery company.

You said this only grows
in the berkshires.

It does. It's endangered.

Looks like they transplanted it.

The vines are growing
on the barbed wire.

You found that same pollen
in soil in Erica's scratch.

She must have snuck
in the factory.

What was she looking for?

Well, they recycle
lead-acid, nickel cadmium,

nickel metal hydride batteries.

How toxic is all that?

Newer batteries
are reasonably clean,

but older batteries,
they release lead and cadmium.

Could the workers carry
that out on their uniforms?

Yes, it's known
as take-home toxins.

THTS... take-home toxins

Erica had written that
down in her calendar.

These men are probably
covered in toxins.

And Erica figured that out,
and whoever killed her

didn't want her
making that public.

Bill Davenport
owns the factory.

Problem is, he was
in San Francisco yesterday.

So, unless he hired someone,
he's not our shooter.

Look at this, Jane.

Erica Humphrey-Miller
wrote up a grant proposal.

To the department of energy?
Why?

It looks like the grant
money was supposed to fund

environmentally
friendly practices.

Hairy Honeysuckle
got two million bucks.

Why am I paying taxes?

So they can give them
to Bill Davenport?

Does he look like
he needs the money?

Well, it's used
to pay for safeguards

like showers
and air regulators,

in addition
to disposable uniforms.

Which they weren't using.

What if they took
the Government handout

and then paid off an inspector
to look the other way?

Osha doesn't monitor take-home
toxins with inspectors yet.

They rely on outside regulators.

Frost, scroll to the
end of that document.

Look who was in charge
of compliance.

You said you didn't
know what THT meant.

- I don't.
- Then I'll decode that for you.

It means "take-home toxins."

Man: Where are we
going with this?

You said you had a
development in the case.

We do.

These are straps
for a.22 caliber rifle,

aren't they, Jennifer?

Erica and Jennifer
were both biathletes.

What does this have to do
with my daughter's murder?

Senator,
you need to hear this.

Your r?sum? on the
Senate website says

you went to law school.

Doesn't say you failed
the bar three times.

No husband, no children.

Erica threw you a bone
making you chief of staff.

Detective Frost,
please tell us what you found.

The person who paid

Stop Bad People
to harass Erica

used a pay service that hides
their customers' identities

by sending the money
through a Boston bank,

a Nashville Bank, and, finally,
a bank in London.

Those documents there
trace a transaction

right back to your
office computer.

- What?
- What the hell is going on here?

I think Jennifer knows.

That's pretty cold, Jennifer.

We found gun oil inside
the baby's backpack...

and what's left
of a blueberry waffle.

Three months ago,
Erica started testing the water

and the soil in Readville

because the children
were so sick,

But the water was fine,
the soil was fine,

so it didn't make any sense...
unless the toxins were coming

from the only
new thing in town...

the Honeysuckle Battery factory.

MAN: Oh, no, no, no, no.
That's not possible.

Erica got them a two million dollar
grant to prevent that.

I bet it was hard for Erica
to believe that her

little sister would take a bribe
and let children die.

"Deliver GBS."

Tell your father, Jennifer.
What did that mean?

It meant...
deliver goodbye speech.

Oh, my god.

Erica was gonna resign
and expose you,

and I'll bet she was even
gonna take the responsibility

and clean up the environmental
mess that you made.

I want a lawyer.

I bet you do.

[SOBBING]

I'm sorry, Senator.

At least her children
won't be orphans.

Even more reason
to marry a househusband.

I'm glad I don't have a sister.

Well, Cailin's not gonna
shoot me.

You know, that motorcycle would
make a beautiful caf? racer.

Come on. He's in the drug unit,
not the espresso unit.

The Harley look is pass?.
1960s british rockers are back.

Actually, caf? racer
could be a better cover

for busting dealers selling
in clubs and colleges.

I'm in.
Can you get it running?

Well, the intake vacuum
pressure pulls the fuel through

and mixes liquid with air

before it sucks it into
the combustion chamber.

Mm. Go on.

Violent explosion rams
the big piston down

with great force.

Long connecting rod

forces the crank pin
into rotation,

which is what you want.

God, I would love to have my

crank pin rotated
right about now.

- I knew you'd miss him.
- Mm.

Okay, you guys are making
me really uncomfortable.

Oh, stop it, you big lug.
You would not have done...

I didn't know you were here.

- MAN: Hello.
- Hi, Lieutenant.

We were just gonna
make dinner together.

I hope you two don't mind.

- No.
- No. How nice.

Night.

- "Night"?
- What the hell?

Shh! They can hear you!

I hope they can hear me!

They shouldn't be doing whatever
it is they're planning to do.

[GROANING]
Frankie, go in there.

Me? I'm not going in there.
You go in there!

No.
[LAUGHING]

[DEEP, MANLY VOICE]
Hope you don't mind,

I'm gonna toss your mother
around a bit, all right?

- Shh!
- Yeah, you know what?

[LOUDLY] I mind!
We are minding!

FRANKIE: Toss? Them?
I can't.
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