Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 2, Episode 10 - Remember Me - full transcript

Here you go.

- You got everything out of your cell?
Yeah.

- Hey, you finally made bail, huh, kid?
Yeah.

Thought I'd never get out
of this hell hole.

Fill out and sign
your inventory receipt.

Change your clothes
in the bathroom.

Hey, don't let me see you
in here again.

- You won't.
- All right.

"Your own personal sleep coach. "

Why does Jane need a sleep coach,
and what's a ZQ?

Oh, this machine measures R.E.M.
Rapid Eye Movement.



See, you just wear this while you sleep,
and it calculates your sleep cycles.

- She'll never get married. Send it back.
- Oh.

Okay.

Then what am I gonna get her?

- Oprah says you should give to charity.
- That's a good idea.

Yeah, but it's not much of a gift
unless you give Jane the tax deduction.

So I'm, uh, going to the party store.

Uh, we're gonna have a surprise party.

And I'm gonna celebrate
even if Jane doesn't like to.

Good luck with that.
She hates surprises.

Hi. Come in. Come in.

Um, I'm sorry.
Uh, what are you doing down here?

Oh, I'm assisting Frankie
with his anxiety.

Oh. Sweetheart, why are you anxious?
Is it because you've put on a little weight?



What? No, Ma.

I didn't- I didn't put on any weight.
It's muscle, so...

If you say so.

Can you go?
I'm having my detective's exam today...

...and Dr. Isles
is giving me some relaxation tips.

Oh. Good luck, honey.

- I'm gonna fail.
- No, you're not.

I have been reading
the clinic research...

...on treating anxiety
through hypnosis.

Sit down.

Okay. Now close your eyes.

- You should at least close the blinds.
- That's a very good idea.

- It's not what you think.
I know. I bumped into Ma.

- You better kill on that exam.
- There's nothing like more pressure.

Come on.
There's been a stabbing at the jail.

Victim probably
won't survive his wounds. Let's go.

It's okay,
I didn't wanna be a detective anyway.

Then why is he taking the exam?

That's sarcasm.

Using irony to convey contempt?

- Are you trying to drive me crazy?
- No.

What did I say?

Whoa, whoa.

Boston Homicide. We've been called.

Yeah, I know. Warden Price'll be here.

Take off your shoes and your jacket.
Give me your bags.

Warden, you have visitors.

We need to get into the infirmary
to talk.

You need to go through full security,
detective.

This is bullshit.

They're very thorough here.
Reminds me of when I flew to Tel Aviv.

Price used
to be a big-time defense attorney...

...before he used his juice
to get this job.

Korsak and I went up against him
in a few trials. We beat him every time.

- He hates us.
- Oh.

- She needs a pat down.
- Come on.

She's the Chief Medical Examiner.

Turn around. Spread your legs.

Well, I couldn't possibly hide anything
up there.

- Surrender your weapon.
- I know the drill.

- You making this personal wastes time.
- This isn't personal, detective.

Warden Price.

Okay.

- Stabbing victim was just pronounced.
- Great.

Thanks for hurrying
so we could talk to him before he died.

You knew him?

Yeah. His name's Graham Randall.
He was only 22.

Just processed him.
He made bail this morning.

Poor kid.

- How long was he here?
Three weeks.

- On what charge?
-94C-34.

That's possession of cocaine.
That's a misdemeanor.

He was being held here
until he made the $5,000 bail.

Looks like it cost him his life.

This is about three liters of blood.

- Well, he made it to the infirmary.
- Because he was young and healthy.

- All right, so no camera in here?
- We don't have them in the release areas.

Might wanna rethink that.
I'll need Graham's records.

Once I see the subpoena.

You're really
gonna make it harder for us?

Because whether you like it or not,
you're on our side now, counselor.

- You seem a little hysterical.
- Did you really just say-?

- Did he really just say that?
- Why don't we go look at the body?

It's a good thing my gun
is locked up. God.

When'd you start
patting down police officers, Price?

It's standard
for mid-level security jails.

- Yeah, in Kabul.
Ha, ha.

Korsak, come with me
to view the body.

Frost, can you start working
on subpoenas?

- Price being a dick?
- Yes.

He called me hysterical.

I'm surprised his balls
aren't in his throat.

- No kidding.
Ha, ha.

He bled out.

Two stab wounds
to each of his kidneys.

Ouch.

- It's excruciating.
- Yeah, but quick. All you need's a shiv.

- They practically teach it in here.
- Any idea what the shiv was made of?

No. Looks more like puncture wounds.
The edges are surprisingly clean.

- Something very sharp.
Like Jane.

What the hell?

Do your hands hurt, Jane?

No. It's like it never happened.

Well, as long as you're here,
come closer.

I have so much to tell you, Jane.

And so little time.

- What is he doing in the jail infirmary?
- He killed nine people, Price.

He's supposed to be
in a maximum security unit.

He's receiving treatment for cancer
at Boston General's oncology unit.

- You're moving him back and forth?
- Prisoners are entitled to medical care.

You know he escaped before
by faking appendicitis.

You think I'm faking cancer?

Do you wanna see what I'm reading?

- I love murder mysteries. Don't you?
- Oh, shut up.

I wanna see his medical records.
Jane is right. He went to medical school.

- He could be faking.
- Not without his permission.

You're gonna sign a form
that lets us look at your medical records.

Now, Jane, you know that's too private,
even between us.

Come closer.

Ugh. Son of a bitch.

Don't you wanna hear
something very interesting?

Something very, very bad that I did?

You wouldn't want me to die before
I told you, now, would you, Jane?

- Don't get sucked in, Jane.
- Nobody knows, Jane.

Nobody knows but I'll tell you.

And the good doctor can hear too.

But the fat cop.

Get him out of here.

Korsak.

Wait for me outside.

Please.

Tape this.

Talk.
You got my attention and 30 seconds.

Do you remember where you were
in the fall of '05?

- No.
- Oh.

Leaves were beautiful.

Even the weeping willows
turned yellow that year.

You said you did something very bad.

Did you murder someone
in the fall of '05?

I love the feel of velvet.

Virgin white velvet.

A young eagle lost its family of four.

Did you know
that eagles don't drink water?

I'll bet you did, Dr. Isles.

Did you come through the West Gate?

It is possible that the cancer
has metastasized into his brain.

You don't think he knows
what he's talking about?

- I don't know, Maura.
- I'm just saying it's possible.

I'm glad you're dying.

It's something very bad
that I did, Jane.

So do one good thing,
and if you're gonna confess...

...do it straight up
so I can bring a family some peace.

I'm not looking for peace.

And I'm bored talking with you.

You okay?

Why, because I saw
my own personal boogeyman today? No.

God, I'm gonna have nightmares
for months.

Really? Think you might need
your own personal sleep coach?

What?

It's a good thing they didn't search us
on the way out.

Maura, what are you doing?

- You stole a vial of Hoyt's blood?
- Well, technically, sort of.

Gosh, I guess it is stealing.

- I'll be your character witness.
- I don't wanna get arrested.

You're not gonna get arrested.
Take it to the lab.

I only need enough to do a staining
to see if cancer cells are present.

Great. Scientific inquiry, not stealing.
Let's go.

- You're sure?
- Yes, positive.

And e-mail me the video you took,
okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Jane.
- Yeah.

Got Graham's Bureau of Probation
records.

All of his personal belongings too.
Price can't say no to a subpoena.

And we recovered three shivs
from separate cells.

Nice. Let's take them to Maura.
See if one of them is the murder weapon.

Okay, why is there a torts law book
in his things?

He was in for three weeks.
How'd he plan to be a jail house lawyer?

Well, he worked in the library.
Maybe he read everything else.

Did you find anything in his file?

College graduate. No priors.

Ran a red light, got caught
with a couple grams of cocaine.

So who'd he piss off in jail?

Maura, did you find a shiv
to match his wounds?

Well, this is a sharpened
prison toothbrush.

Notice the knitted handle.

That's a new take on an old favorite.
Is that the murder weapon?

No.

This one appears to have been made
with straightened chain-link fence.

- Hmm. Was that it?
- No.

This is a ballpoint pen embedded
with a disposable razor.

- Was that the murder weapon?
- Definitely not.

- Okay, what's with the show and tell?
- I think it's so interesting, don't you?

It's a little like Project Runway.

They move into the jail,
they get the same items...

...but they all fashion different,
homemade shivs.

Really?

Well, I think it's interesting.

You weren't even gonna tell me?

- About what?
- About Hoyt.

Shh!

I don't want Ma to hear, she'll flip out.

Hi there, you two.

- Hey, Ma.
- Hey, Ma.

Someone's gonna tell her.
It's all over headquarters.

Give her something to think about
so she doesn't have time.

Like what?

Like I know she's throwing me
a surprise party.

No, she's not.

Tell her I want
a "My Pretty Pony" party.

"My Pretty Pony"?
So you're turning 9 again?

They've been discontinued. She'll drive
all over town looking for supplies.

Okay.

Oh, wait, wait, wait. I forgot.

I'm sorry.
How'd you do on the exam?

Terrible. I bombed.

No. Everybody thinks they bombed.
I thought I bombed.

Yeah, well, I did.

I'm gonna be on patrol
for the rest of my life.

- You're not.
- What's the matter with you?

You look like you lost
your favorite pair of mittens.

Mittens? Really? Ma.

How about a cream cheese and jelly
sandwich. That'll make you feel better.

No.

- No, thanks, Ma.
- Come on, hey.

- Don't have to take it out on her.
- She told me I looked fat.

I said you put on muscle weight.

- Ha, ha. No, she didn't.
- You do look kind of chunky.

Shut up.

Ow. Nice muscles.

So fat.

Do you remember where you were
in the fall of '05?

He says something about eagles,
like, right here.

A young eagle lost its family of four.

Did you know that eagles
don't drink water?

- Why eagles?
- Why are you doing that now?

Good question. I just
got off the phone with Warden Price.

You know he's posturing
because he's gonna run.

Yeah, yeah, he's an asshole.
But he had a good point.

You're supposed
to be solving an inmate's murder...

...not listening
to some crackpot serial killer.

- With all due respect.
- I'm sorry.

- I have been working the case.
- Yeah? Which case?

Graham Randall's mother's here.

How about you tell me
who killed that kid, Rizzoli? Hmm?

Korsak, can you take this with Frost?
Maura just found something in the body.

Sure.

I couldn't get the bail money.

You know, $5,000 was just too much
for me to raise...

...but Graham said he was okay.

- When did you last talk to him?
- He called me yesterday.

Graham said an angel
would be coming by with his bail.

- An angel paid your son's bail? Who?
- He said he was a lawyer.

He showed up at my door
about an hour after Graham called...

...with an envelope full of money.

That strike you as odd? A stranger just
showing up, giving you that much cash?

I didn't care where it came from.
I knew my prayers had been answered.

I could get my son out of jail.

Do you know why Graham
had a law book with him?

He was going back to Boston College.

He had been accepted
to the law school.

I thought everything
was finally gonna be okay.

Hey.

Hey.

I may have found a bowel obstruction.

Hold your breath, this will smell.

Come on, Maura,
I don't need to see or smell this.

Oh, my God.

What?

- He swallowed something.
- What is it? Dope?

Let's see.

No.

Teeth.

What the hell?

From different people.

How many different people?
Four different people.

Uh, these two are both number 8s,
adult incisors.

And the other two are number 29s,
pre-molar bicuspids.

- They're primary teeth.
- You mean, from children?

Yeah.

They were all removed perimortem.

Before they died...

...Graham Randall was a mule smuggling
out a balloon full of human teeth?

- This doesn't make any sense.
- I've never seen anything like this.

I'll do DNA testing on each one.

They could hear that
on the fourth floor.

I turned up the audio so that I could hear
Hoyt's blood results when they came in.

- Uh, oops.
- A hot-air-balloon ride?

Well,
it's a rather unfortunate coincidence...

...that I just found a balloon full of teeth
today, but this is completely different.

I had zero interest in a balloon ride
before the teeth.

Then what am I gonna get you
for your birthday?

What is that? The duck-boat ride?

No, that's Hoyt's blood results.

He has cancer. Pancreatic.
Stage four.

He's definitely dying.

Okay. Well, that's the only
birthday present I need.

Teeth?
Yeah.

Four of them.

Maura found them
in Graham's intestines.

He swallowed them. Question is, why?

- You can get anything in prisons.
- Who smuggles out teeth?

Yeah, this is a weird one. Okay.

Stranger bails out our victim a few hours
before he's stabbed to death.

Mother said he had a law book because
he was going to law school.

Korsak, B.C.'s mascot is an eagle.

- So?
- So that's the connection to Hoyt.

He was just playing me.
"Where were you in the fall of '05"?

- That's where we should be looking.
- At cold cases?

You heard Cavanaugh:
solve this murder.

Hoyt's involved.

Did you find anything
that put Graham near Hoyt?

Maybe his library runs,
but the prison doesn't keep any records.

Jane, Hoyt is dying of cancer.
He didn't stab Graham Randall.

Maybe he had somebody else to do it.

He's already had two apprentices,
made them kill.

- Think Graham was Hoyt's apprentice?
- I don't know.

Frost, stay here. Just call me
if Cavanaugh comes looking for us.

Who's us?

- You and me.
- Where are we going?

To the basement to look at cold cases.

You're going?

- You know how persuasive she can be.
Korsak.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- You think this is a wild goose chase?
- Hey, I'm here, okay?

If there's something to find, we'll find it.

Thanks, Korsak.

Hey.

I know what you went through.

What we went through.

Ugh. Nothing.

We've been through every
unsolved murder from 2004 to 2006.

Let's call it a night, Jane.

- Uh, you go. I'm gonna stay.
- Jane.

There's something here.

No. There isn't.

Go home. Get some sleep.

We'll tackle Graham's murder
in the morning.

Good night.

- You think she's still downstairs?
- I'll go check.

I found it.

I found it.

Okay, Hoyt said, "A young eagle
had lost its family. " Lost.

That's why we couldn't find anything.

So I finally went to Missing Persons.

Found a missing family of four
from the fall of '05. Oh, my God.

Wilson family: father, mother,
two daughters.

Mm-hm. And a son.

Family dropped him off.
They were never heard from again.

This is frigging tragic.

Son was the only suspect.

About to start his first semester
at Boston College.

The same college where our victim
was headed to this fall.

- I wanna go talk to Hoyt.
- Cavanaugh gave us orders.

Work on Graham,
stay away from Hoyt.

We need more.

Okay. Dr. Wilson was a professor
at the Emory School of Medicine...

...same school that Hoyt went to.

- That's another connection to Hoyt.
- Do we know that Hoyt was in Boston?

Check with the B.C. campus police.

See if Hoyt had any connection
to that college in 2005.

Thing is, it's all speculation unless we
can link those teeth to the Wilsons' DNA.

Well, we find the son.
We compare his DNA.

Can you find a license
for Jacob Wilson?

Yeah.

That was easy.

Still lives in Boston.

Swab will tell whether the teeth Graham
smuggled out belong to the Wilsons.

Yeah. And if they do, then both these
cases got "Hoyt" written all over them.

I'm sorry. Thank you.

It's okay, used to being interrogated
by the police.

First time you wanted my DNA though.
Why now?

We, uh, have found some new evidence
that could help us solve this case.

What evidence?
- We can't say.

- This is your family?
- Yeah. This is the last time I saw them.

My new roommate took that picture.

Youngest girl
is in a white velvet headband.

Hoyt said that he loved the feel
of white velvet.

- How fast can you check the DNA?
- I'll push it right through.

I've thought about lying, saying I had
something to do with the disappearance.

Just to get you guys to look for them.

We know you didn't have anything
to do with this.

You do?

We need you to tell us
about the last day you saw your family.

Um...

I, uh, was about to start college.

Talk us through that day,
everything you can remember.

We went to the family pancake breakfast,
then a campus blood drive.

My dad was big on donating blood.

Then they took me back
to my dorm room...

...and said goodbye.

Do the Westgate Woods near
B.C. campus mean anything to you?

Yeah, uh, my mom and dad met there.
They both went to B.C.

Got something.

Excuse me.

Hoyt was in Boston in '05. B.C. police
went through their security log.

Hoyt was working as a phlebotomist
for a mobile blood drive.

Nice work, Frost.

Jacob.

Does this man look familiar to you?

Maybe. I don't know.

Dig into your memory. Anything unusual
happen at that blood drive?

The thing that seemed weird was my dad
talked to the guy who drew his blood.

- Did he say what they talked about?
- The guy was one of his students.

Could this be the man that your father
recognized as a student...

...that he taught in medical school?

Maybe, yeah. My dad was surprised
the guy ended up in a dead-end job.

Okay. Thank you, Jacob.

Please, I know they're dead.

Did he do it?
I just can't take not knowing anymore.

I won't stop looking for them
until we find them, okay?

Okay.

Hoyt is behind the murder of Graham
and the disappearance of the family.

- I need to talk to him.
- You can forget that, Rizzoli.

There ain't a chance Price is
gonna let you go at Hoyt.

And I wouldn't either.
You're too close to this.

Hoyt's given us clues we can't ignore.

You haven't given me anything that
proves he had anything to do with this.

He could just be yanking your chain.

Think he was yanking Graham's
when he gave him teeth to swallow?

Trophies from victims
that somebody smuggled into jail?

You don't know
who those teeth belong to.

Yet. Okay, fine.

If you won't let me talk to Hoyt,
then listen to our theory.

HOYT
Did you come through the West Gate?

- Westgate Park. Right near B.C.
- And?

And we think that Hoyt's ego got bruised
when he ran into his old professor.

He followed the family
and murdered them.

We think he dumped their bodies
in that park.

This park is four acres of land.

Even with cadaver dogs,
you've got to narrow the search.

- What about GPRS?
- Ground penetrating radar?

You're talking
about a $100,000 fishing expedition.

I don't get what one case
has to do with the other.

And we won't
unless we go look for those bodies.

Come in.

I've got the DNA results.
I know you've been waiting for them.

It's the Wilsons.
Can we go fishing now?

Come on.
Find something, damn it.

We've been out here eight hours, Rizzoli.
Nothing. No sign of any human remains.

Those bodies are out here.
We gotta keep looking.

We've combed all four acres.

Crap. Press.

- We're done here.
- Hey, Rizzoli.

What are you digging
in Westgate for?

- We're, uh, looking up a lead in a cold case.
- Oh, come on.

An official told us you're not out here
looking for Randall's killer.

I don't have a comment
on the Randall case.

Oh, so a prisoner who gets murdered in
jail, Rizzoli, that's not important to you?

Come on, come on, come on.

An official at the jail.
Gee, I wonder who that is.

Warden Price. I'd like
to hand him his nuts right about now.

Eagles, Westgate, leaves, white velvet.

Where are they?

If you over-secrete glucocorticoids,
you won't be able to think. Try to relax.

Oh, yeah. Sure. I know.

Why don't we take a midnight
hot-air-balloon ride?

I thought it would
be a unique experience, okay?

Okay? But that's fine. It's all right.

You know, just save me a lot of agony,
and tell me what you want.

A horse.

- Really?
- Yes.

A thoroughbred,
and I'll name him Walter.

And he can live here in the apartment
with me...

...and I'll ride him to work.

- A lot wouldn't put up with your abuse.
- Okay. Don't get me anything.

Pretend it's not my birthday.

I hate my birthday.

What is the big whoop? Why can't you
let people do something nice for you?

Did you just say,
"What's the big whoop"?

- What's wrong with that expression?
- Nothing. I love it.

I'm gonna say it now.
What's the big whoop?

- Okay. Well, what is it?
- All right, fine.

You wanna know
why I don't like my birthday?

Because it never turns out
the way I imagined it.

And you don't like to be disappointed.

Yeah.

Help me find the Wilsons.

Leaves were beautiful.

Even the weeping willows
turned yellow that year.

Maybe that's what we missed,
the weeping willows.

No, I didn't miss anything, and there are
no weeping willows in Westgate Park.

Well, many of them died
from crown gall.

- And I need to know this because?
- Well, weeping willows grow near water.

Lakes or ponds.

Hoyt said, "Eagles don't drink water. "

Well, they get most of their hydration
from their diet...

...but they do on occasion.

No. He said, "Did you go
through the West Gate?"

That's it.

Not in the park, leaving the park.

- Who are you calling?
- Korsak. I know where the Wilsons are.

1996 baby blue Mercury wagon.
It's the Wilsons' car.

- They were in this pond the whole time.
- Hoyt even put them in their seats.

Damn.

That's how they disappeared
off the face of the earth.

We still have to tie Hoyt
to Graham's murder.

What about the bail money?

Probably with the Bail Commissioner.
I'll go check.

Okay.

Why would Hoyt decide
to tell me now?

Bastard just wants credit for this
before he dies.

Yeah, maybe.

It's my opinion, based on the tool marks
I'm finding on all the C-3 vertebrae...

...that the victims suffered
a lateral incised wound...

...that would've encompassed both left
and right carotids and jugulars.

- So their throats were slit.
- Yes.

Probably just eating sandwiches...

...enjoying a beautiful fall day,
and Hoyt came across them.

My guess is he went after one
of the children first...

...used her to keep everybody else
in line.

Rizzoli. Okay.

And the Warden okay'd that?

Yeah, uh, I'll be right there.

Hoyt's dying, and he told the guard
he wants to see me.

Do you think that's a good idea?

He says he's prepared to give
names and burial sites...

- ... of every person he's murdered.
- I'm going with you.

- Why?
- Hoyt's on a massive dose of morphine.

I might be able to help you navigate
what's true...

...and what's drug-induced fantasy.

You're not gonna believe this.

Bail Commissioner didn't know what
to do with the envelope of bail money.

So he locked it up.

Maybe we can lift prints.

- Is Hoyt lucid?
- Doctor said he won't last the night.

You got a half hour with him,
understand?

You don't tell me how long I can talk.

I'll talk to him till he's dead
if that means solving murders.

I hope that's not too hysterical for you.

Just the Bail Commissioner's prints.

Graham's angel was too smart
to leave prints.

Let's try the money.
We got 50 $100 bills here.

Let's do iodine fuming.

Why doesn't she ever talk to me
about it?

What did he do to you, Rizzoli?

Need a little help down here.

What Hoyt did to her, you can't
talk about. Just leave it alone, Frost.

You were with her when it happened.
She's my partner too, Korsak.

You see what it does to her.
I can't help her if she won't talk to me.

The only thing that's gonna help
is to shovel dirt on that bastard's grave.

Give me the bill on the bottom.

- Looks like the angel touched the money.
- Let's hope so.

Probably a thumbprint.
I'll get it entered into AFIS.

Hoyt.

He's been in and out of it.

It's not fair.
- Maybe he'll still be able to talk to you.

It's not fair because how can a person
who tortured so many people...

...get to go out so peacefully?

Jane.

Jane.

Jane, come closer.

I have more bad things to tell you.

I'm here.

Get him off me!

I think I'll watch.

Happy birthday, Jane.

- We got a hit.
- Who is it?

Candidate: Rod Mason,
Brimmer Street Jail. He's a guard.

That's not good, Frost.
He's Hoyt's guard.

Damn.
Rod Mason is Hoyt's apprentice.

I'm getting a recording at the jail.
They're in lockdown.

I was so hoping you were smart enough
to put together my clues.

Was it fun?

Like a murder treasure hunt?

I should've killed you
when I had the chance.

Yeah. You should've.

The Taser.

- I could turn it on if you like.
- No!

I always finish what I start.

He played you, Mason.

Just like he plays
all his little apprentices.

I'm not the one wearing zip ties,
detective.

What was in it for you?

It was fun.

Kid was all proud of himself, you know?
Going off to law school. Big deal.

Idiot was dropping off mystery books
for a killer.

I love mysteries.

- You were the one that set up his bail?
Yeah.

All he had to do for the 5K
was swallow a balloon.

It was too good to be true
when little Graham told me...

...he was off to Boston College
to be a double eagle.

I knew then that he would be the perfect
envelope for my letter to you.

It's time.

You killed him.

That's why the edges of the stab wounds
were so clean.

Well, that's very good, Dr. Isles.

Though Rod doesn't wield his scalpels
with the same finesse...

...he did get Graham here
so I could be here with you.

I'm dying, and I want company.

I think I'm gonna take you
and Dr. Isles with me.

- It's locked!
From the inside.

- Bypass it from the guard station.
- Get on that radio. Now!

Hold her down.

- No!
- I win, Jane.

Hoyt. Don't you touch her!

You're gonna feel a little pinch,
doctor.

- No! Stop it!
- Shut up!

I win.

And you're going to hell alone.

You okay, doc? You okay?

You're okay.

You're okay, you're okay.

Okay, yeah, yeah. "Surprise. "

Hello?

Surprise.

Surprise!
- God almighty, gee.

Wow.

I looked everywhere
for "My Pretty Pony. "

I hope this is okay.

- It's fantastic, Ma. Thank you.
- Happy birthday.

Thank you.

Wow. Dr. Finicky drinking beer
out of a can.

- A lot of it after today.
Yeah.

Although I can taste the aluminum.

Mm.

Well, I got my wish.

Hoyt's dead.

A gift to the world.
Happy birthday, Jane.

Come here.

Hey.

Happy birthday.

You got a 96 on your exam?
Oh, yeah, you really bombed it.

- He had a pretty good tutor.
- I taught him everything he knows. Huh?

All right.
- All right.

Oh, boy.

This looks a lot smaller
than Walter the thoroughbred.

I hope you like them.

- They're... driving shoes.
- Racing shoes.

Fully lined
with fire resistant DuPont NOMEX.

And I need these because...

Um...

Racing school?
You're sending me to racing school?

You know, Walter's highest speed
is 40 miles per hour...

...and the Lamborghini Murci?lago
LP640's highest speed is 211. Ha, ha.

- Do you like it?
- Yes, yes.

Thank you so much.
Oh, this is so much better than a horse.

Oh, my God.

Okay, pi?ata.