Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 2, Episode 15 - Burning Down the House - full transcript

Jane and Maura investigate a warehouse fire in which a fireman, Craig Hill, was killed. Maura finds that the fire likely started from a heater that had been tampered with. The building was a denim factory and the owner, Arnold Whistler, had a number of sexual harassment lawsuits filed against him. Meanwhile, Maura' and her mother Constance are the victims of a hit and run driver. Maura escapes with a few scrapes and bruises but Constance is seriously injured. When she finds her biological father, mobster Paddy Doyle, visiting her Jane begins to wonder if there's a connection. When they locate the car however, they find direct evidence to the warehouse fire leading the police to think that someone killed the fireman and then set out to eliminate Maura who must have come across some critical information.

Get the halogen from the 55.
Spread the line out.

Get twice as busy. Hurry up.

Hang on.
Main objective is be safe.

We need more water!

Go ahead.
Hill, Flynn!

Yes, sir.
- We gotta get this under control.

We got old combustible buildings
in a tight space.

- Grant, you're with Hill.
- Where you want us?

I need you guys to spread out inside.

Knock it down as much as you can,
okay? Now, go.

Get me on the other saddle.
- I'll take the rear.



- I got the roof.
- I'll take the front.

- Let's all go home.
Let's start a secondary search.

Hey, take those over to the front.

Let's go! Let's go!

Come on, Jo. Pee.

Hey. Potty.

You know what? Fine.
Stay out here by yourself. Fine.

I'd hate to report you
for doggie abandonment.

- Hi.
- Hey.

What are you doing here?

I was, um, in the neighborhood?

Thank you.

- It's good to see you.
- More than good to see you.

- Here, buddy.
- No, don't be nice to her. Don't-



Jo, you're not getting out of this.

What are you doing here?
You on leave?

No. I, um...

I asked to be reassigned. D.C.

Oh, so no more foreign wars.

For now.

Is that bad?

No, it's just unexpected.

- You probably have to get to work, so...
- What, you're going?

Yeah, but I'm hoping to see you soon.

What's the card say?

Read it.

Call me.

Hello? Uh, Rizzoli.

Good morning.

Damn it.

That's an awful lot of trouble
for a cup of coffee.

Well, my mother
is an espresso enthusiast.

It's the burden of being a super taster.

My mother is also a super smeller.
I used patchouli oil once in college.

You could smell it on me
when I came home for Christmas.

- Dreadful stuff.
- How did you sleep?

Surprisingly well.

Her father snores.

Ugh. I don't miss that part of marriage.

Excuse me. Thank you.

Dr. Isles.

All right. Okay.

I'm sorry, I have to go to work.

Uh, a factory caught on fire
early this morning.

- Oh.
- We'll be fine.

I make a mean eggs Benedict.

Dean asked me to dinner.
- So go.

What about Casey?

I wonder if they know each other.

Well, they were both in Afghanistan.

Yeah, Maura,
all 30,000 of them know each other.

Dean went to Afghanistan because you
wouldn't read the paper in bed with him.

I was not ready
for that big of a commitment.

Ha, ha. Well, you're not even ready
for the commitment...

...of calling him by his first name.
It's Gabriel.

Gabriel. It's just it's so weird.
It's so biblical.

Present. Hut!

Firemen's formation. I hate it
when they lose one of their own.

Sad.

Order. Hut!

- I'll check out the body.
- Okay.

Arson Squad's working it.
They're saying it looked accidental.

Faulty space heater started a fire.

- What are they making here?
- Denim jeans.

Denim jeans?
As opposed to green polyester jeans?

See that guy?

Old guy in skinny jeans and shades?

He's not that old. I busted him
at least three times in the '80s.

Hmm. Felony fashion crime?

Would you two like a moment alone
so you can fight?

He borrows my unmarked
and brings it back empty.

It had gas.

Busted Whistler for cocaine.
Now owns a jeans factory.

- Does he have reason to burn it down?
- Maybe. Check it out.

Sure, when you fill my tank back up.
With super.

His face shield is pitted.
He wouldn't have needed to take...

...more than a few breaths
before the smoke inhalation killed him.

It's a damn shame.

I'm so sorry, chief.

- I sent him in there without any backup.
- It's not your fault, Joe.

We're fighting these blazes
without enough people.

That's what budget cuts will get you.

This city's killing good men.
Forced layoffs, station closing.

We can't do anything
about budget cuts.

Let's make sure there was nothing else
at work here.

I never understood guys
willing to run into burning buildings.

- You chase murderers.
- Not if they're on fire.

You know why firefighters
call their outfits bunker gear?

Their outfits?

Yes. Because they keep their outfits
next to their bunks.

Darn. Hey, did you know
the first helmet was developed...

...by luggage maker Henry Gratacap?

- Does your brain ever get tired?
- No, why?

With just-
With all the useless information, it-?

No?

How hot does a fire have to be
to melt the face shield?

This can withstand heat
up to 500 degrees Fahrenheit.

He's got scorched gloves.

If his gloves are scorched
and his face shield is melted...

...shouldn't the rest of his body
be burned as well?

Not necessarily. The fire suit
can withstand heat up to 1300 degrees.

Ah.

Pulmonary parenchymal damage...

...consistent with inhaling air
above 265 degrees.

Odd.

What odd?

He takes a breath or two and, boom,
he's dead by smoke inhalation.

The soot buildup on the walls
and windows...

...that's evidence of a low-oxygen fire.

But his face shield and lungs
say it's a high-oxygen fire.

I wrote about this
in The Journal of Combustible Science.

Yes, it was a fabulous article.
I loved the photos.

- I'll print it up for you.
- Maura, look, why waste paper?

I'll read it online.

- You're not gonna read it.
- No, probably not.

But you are going to dinner
with Gabriel.

- How'd you know I was going to?
- You brushed your teeth.

I- I always brush my teeth...

- ... at work sometimes.
- I have a reservation at the Ivory Table.

I could make it for four.
We could double-date.

- Really? Why, who's your date?
- My mother.

Oh, so you, me, Gabriel,
and your mother.

How can I say no?

- You're being sarcastic, aren't you?
- Very.

If it was anyone but you,
I'd say that's the creepiest idea ever.

The Arson Squad
released the space heater to my team.

Hmm. Did you just say the A word?

No. Yes.

- So you think it was arson?
- No. Yes.

No. Anything?

I think it's this heater
that was recalled in 1997...

...but it's covered in debris,
so I'm not sure.

- Fire can be a very clever opponent.
- Heh. Yeah.

Take it apart. Look for any anomalies.

I've requested all Boston Fire Department
records for the last year.

That's like 4000 fires.

Four thousand eighty-two
building and structural fires.

If you're looking at the incident reports
for a pattern...

...then you are thinking the A word
and I need to let the Arson Squad know.

I think Gabriel is a really good match
for you.

Nobody asked you, yenta.

Whistler, our old guy in the skinny jeans,
is a pervert.

Okay, what would you like me to do
with this information?

Check this out. Five different lawsuits.
Women suing him for sexual harassment.

Two seamstresses, an accountant,
a model and-

Really? A cleaning woman.

Strong libido. Apparently it doesn't
take him much to get interested.

- Apparently.
- Expensive to fend off five lawsuits.

Yes, it is. Maybe Arnold burnt down
his only asset...

...to collect the insurance money.
Let's go talk to him.

- Do you have an eye condition?
- Excuse me?

The sunglasses. It's safe to remove
them. Our lights are harmless.

I've advised Mr. Whistler
that this interview...

...is 100 percent voluntary.
He's not required-

It's all right, hon. I've got nothing
to hide from these people.

- Did you just call your lawyer "hon"?
- Christie is my daughter.

She's Harvard Law, right, hon?

I handle all matters pertaining
to Arnold Whistler Denim.

You're handling the sexual-harassment
claims against your father?

Nuisance lawsuits.
It's a bunch of angry single women.

Those are a lot of angry hons,
Mr. Whistler.

Those fat bitches are suing me
for being nice?

I'm gonna sue them
for leaving their space heaters on.

I'm the victim. My business is destroyed.
What about me?

What about the firefighter who died
trying to save your factory?

Those are the breaks. It's his job-

- Hey, Dad-
- Hon, don't interrupt me.

Listen to me.
We are going to dig into your life.

If we find you had anything to do
with setting that fire...

...you're gonna wish you were on the
inside sewing jeans when it went up.

I don't appreciate your tone, detective.

Me neither. Come on, hon.

Your father never lets me eat garlic.
Never.

- So glad you liked it.
- It's delightful just being able to see you.

- I wish we'd done this more.
- Come to see me? Me too.

No, it's- I wish...

- You wish what?
- I wish that I had stopped being busy...

...and just enjoyed you.

- Stop, Mom. It's okay.
- No.

It's not.

It's really true that your life gets lived
while you are doing other things.

Come on. Come on, let's go home.
Let's have some tea.

You know me, tea's not gonna do it.

Mom!

Somebody call an ambulance!

Hurry!

Do something.

Get help.

Call 911.

You look amazing.

You look like you're about to eat here.

Hope that's okay. No?

No, it's okay. I just-

I feel silly.
I'm a little overdressed for takeout.

Don't. I wanna look at you.

And I want you all to myself.

You know what? You can take me out.
I'm not gonna run away with the busboy.

- That smells good. What'd you bring?
- Hey.

Let's do this right.
You have some plates?

Gosh, I usually just throw the food
on the counter.

Okay, just one sec.

Hey, Maura, what's up?

I'm so sorry. Are you okay?

Contusions and scrapes. I'm fine.

- Where's your mom?
- She's still in surgery.

It's bad, Jane.

They wouldn't let me
in the ambulance with her.

He just drove into her and then he left her.

Oh, God.

Um, uh, what can I do?

Turn the clock back.

Did you see the car?

No, it all happened so fast. I-

God, I sound like all those people
that we see every day, don't I?

It's okay.

She pushed me out of the way, Jane.

My mother saved my life.

Oh. How is she?

It was a severe open book
pelvic fracture, like you thought.

- Okay. Uh, and how's the bleeding?
- We performed an anterior pelvic...

...open reduction and internal fixation.

And the head? The cervical CTs?

There's some cranial bleeding.

But we're doing all that we can,
Dr. Isles.

I know you are.

- Thank you, doctor.
- You're welcome. Just hold on.

Oh, my God. What if she dies?

- Oh, my God.
- Shh.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

My father's in Tanzania.

Even if I could reach him,
it'd take him two days to get here.

Maura, she's not gonna die. She's not.

This is Frost. He's already working
on the hit-and-run reenactment.

- Go.
- No, no, no.

Yes. Yes.

Please go and do what you do better
than anyone I know.

Find the bastard who did this.

Please.

Go.

- Who are you dressed as?
- A person. Shut up.

- Nice to see you too.
- I think you look great.

Thank you.

Show me what you're gonna show me
or I'm getting out.

Driver came from that direction.

Minimum speed the vehicle was traveling
at time of impact: 40 miles per hour.

You're doing this to show off your car.
I could've read that in the report.

Can you talk to Detective Rizzoli?
Because I can't.

I asked Frankie to do a work-up
for the Fatal Accident team...

...to help him get into Homicide faster.

Wanna see what I found out
or you wanna pick your toes?

I'm not picking my toes. My feet hurt.

- So don't wear dumb shoes.
- Show me.

All right, yeah. So there were no
skid marks prior to point of impact.

So that means
the driver never applied the brakes.

Well, maybe he didn't see them.

- Frankie's got a different theory.
- See those?

Locked-wheel skid marks.

Well, those say that the driver stopped
after he hit Constance.

- So he didn't just take off.
- But not because he had a conscience.

Take a look at the backup cam.

He hit reverse.

That's where Maura fell.
Right between those parked cars.

Spin burn marks.

This wasn't an accident.
He was trying to hit her.

Don't scream, Maura.

Okay?

- What the hell are you doing here?
- I came as soon as I heard.

- You came for what?
- For her. She's a good woman.

What do you know about my mother?

I'd like you to leave.

Not until I know she's okay,
and you're okay.

You're here to knock heads?
Think that's gonna help?

You'll see one day
when you have a child.

Ugh. Give it up. You're a murderer.

I'd rather not be reminded
that you fathered me. Go.

- Maura-
- I'm gonna scream on the count of three.

- One-
- Look.

I'll tell you who your mother is.

That's my mother.

You once asked me.

I don't like to be toyed with. Two...

I will tell you one day...

...when you're calm.

Get out.

Did he say why he came?

Not really.

- But he seemed like he knew her.
- He knew Constance?

He said he'd tell me
who my biological mother is.

Do you wanna know that?

Well, he can't just keep popping in and
out of your life like this, okay, Maura?

We'll get him.

I don't know if I want you to.

Well, that's not up to me.

You got a more serious problem
right now, okay?

- Somebody tried to kill you.
- Skid marks can mean a lot of things.

Someone tried to run you over,
all right?

We gotta figure out who that is
before they try it again.

Jane, I have testified
in hundreds of murder trials.

Any one of those men or women
convicted could want me dead.

I'm putting a uniform outside.
Want me to stay?

No. No, just keep digging.

I'll be okay.

You know, I'll never tell you that it'll
be okay when I don't know that it will.

But I am here for you, okay?

So nice of you to bring these for Jane,
and I always wanted to try these.

You'd look great in those.
Dark-wash skinnies, our top seller.

What size are you? Four?

I haven't been a size four since I-

Since never.
Step away from the jeans, Ma.

I was too a size four.
How would you know?

- What's the matter?
- The person you're flirting with...

...happens to be a suspect
in a murder.

You think bribing my mother's
gonna clear your name?

Listen, hon, you're tying up my money
with that insurance company.

You bet I am. Take your jeans and go.

Really?

Crime Lab found microscopic traces
of black isocyanate paint...

...embedded in
the broken watch crystal.

That's automotive paint.

What makes you think that,
because she was hit by a car?

How do I get you to talk to me
like you talk to Frost?

Don't state the obvious,
first of all, all right?

You run it through the paint database?

Yeah, went back 30 years.
Didn't find a match.

So we're thinking custom paint job,
maybe.

Okay, see? That's better. I mean,
it's still kind of obvious, but it's better.

Could be an older car.

- What's the next step?
- He's about to impress you.

We sent it
to the Toronto Forensic Lab.

Okay, I'm impressed.

It's the largest automotive
paint database.

Back to obvious. Unimpressed.

- Dr. Isles' mom gonna make it?
- I hope so.

A tech came by
to bring you some photos.

She's supposed to take apart
the heater.

They found all the components
but the thermal cutoff.

- Think somebody tampered with it?
- Can't say till they have Dr. Isles look.

- You think we're looking at an arson?
- Maybe.

I don't think Whistler stopped
harassing women long enough...

...to take a space heater apart.

We should check those fire records,
see if there's a pattern.

Check with Arson,
see what's taking so long.

- Yeah, sure.
- Thanks.

Okay, what I'm about to say
doesn't leave this room.

- Paddy Doyle's back in town.
- Oh, man.

For payback. His daughter was a target
in a hit-and-run.

And I didn't put a BOLO out on him.

Makes sense. Let him watch her back
until we find out who's after her.

She's the one person he'll keep safe.

For all we know,
this could be connected to Doyle.

A rival trying to draw him out.

I'll reach out to a Southie Cl,
see what he knows.

Okay. I mean, we gotta put Doyle away
at some point.

How's Maura gonna be with that?

Well, after all this, I hope relieved.

Hi.

Hi.

Did you have a nice day?

Yeah, it was great. You?

Is Maura okay?

No.

You okay?

Sort of.

- I came back for one reason.
- You need someone...

- ... to drink a six-pack with you.
- Yeah. You.

Um...

Things might've gotten
a little complicated.

There may be someone else.

I don't care. I'll take my chances.

I came back for you.

There was something on my cheek.

Was it your hand?

You gotta lay off the boxing, lady.

It's all right. I should've asked.

You don't have to ask.

Mm. Oh, crap.

- What?
- I gotta go check on Maura.

- Anything I can do?
- Yeah.

Um, you can go away.
You're very distracting.

No, you know what? Um...

Actually...

Actually, there is something
you can do for me.

- I don't really wanna go away.
- No, come on. It's not that.

Can you just be Gabriel? Please?

Oh, my God. You just said my name.
That's so weird.

Come on, ha, ha.

Just not be Agent Dean.

Can you do that for me, please?

Yeah.

Paddy Doyle is back in town.

Patrick Doyle, the-? You think
the hit-and-run's connected to him?

Mm-hm.

If one of his enemies wanted to get back
at him, Maura's the perfect target.

Then things could get a little ugly.
That's why you're telling me.

Yeah. How do I protect her?

Paddy Doyle is one of the FBl's
most-wanted fugitives.

Oh, God. Okay, well, I guess
we'll always have South Boston.

So that's it?

I pursue an organized crime boss
and you and I are-?

I don't know. I don't know, Dean,
but this always happens.

Well, I gave you my word
I'd just be me.

I won't do anything
till you tell me I can.

I'm not leaving
until you finish those pancakes.

I added quinoa.
Dr. Oz says they're very good for you.

- Mm. Thank you.
- You're here.

Uh, her vitals stabilized.

She's, uh, still critical,
but she's a little better.

- I really had to get back to work.
- Good.

- Hey, Ma, can I have some pancakes?
- Yeah, I tried a new recipe.

- How are they?
- Gritty.

- Yuck.
Yuck?

- What do I do with yuck?
- Any macaroni and cheese?

For breakfast?
- Yeah.

Dr. Oz would not approve.

Mac and cheese
has a very high fat content.

- Empty calories due to white flour.
- Do you have to ruin everything?

Sorry. My mother would never
let me eat anything like that.

Well, you were deprived.

I used to think that kids who had
bologna on white bread were lucky.

Turns out I was the lucky one.

I used to think that kids
who had really big allowances...

...and never had to go to Church
were lucky.

Turns out they were.

That would probably be a lot better
with some grated Pecorino Romano.

Yeah. I got ketchup.

Thanks, Ma.

Hey, Jane. I got them.

Hey, Maura. You okay?

Yeah. Thank you.

The Toronto lab found something.

The transfer paint on your mom's watch
matched Black Diamond.

That's an old paint used
on '70s police cruisers.

That's encouraging. How many
40-year-old cars are still on the road?

Can you take these to Frost?

Tell him to put out a BOLO.
We're looking for a 1970s Chevy Impala.

- Copy that.
- Thanks.

Okay. So I have to tell you something.

I told Agent Dean
that Paddy is back in town.

Well, you have to do
what you have to do.

Okay, but he's not gonna do anything
until I tell him to...

...because I told Gabriel
instead of Agent Dean.

Thank you.

Arson Squad sent over
the fire-incident reports.

- This isn't even all of them, Jane.
- All right, we'll divide them up.

About 400 have already been
investigated by the Arson Squad.

- The rest were ruled accidental.
- Great. That only leaves us 3700.

- They found the car.
- How do you know?

- Same model, same paint.
- Excellent. Come on, let's go.

Kind of reminds me
of the Blues Brothers car.

- Who are the Blues Brothers?
- You did not just say that.

- No prints. It's wiped clean.
- You recognize it?

No. All I saw was the headlights
and the taillights.

All right, well, this is definitely hair.
And this is blood.

It's okay. We got this, all right?

I wanted to see it.
I know it's an inanimate object.

It's okay to be upset.

No, come on. I can't cry at work.
It's unprofessional.

- I'm gonna go to the hospital.
- I'm gonna have a uniform follow you.

- Jane?
- Yeah.

Transmission fluid.
Nobody's driven this for a while.

Yeah, there's a trail of it.

Car must've broke down.
That's why he left it.

No plates or tags, no VIN number.

Vehicles made before 1981
just had an ID tag.

- How are we gonna trace it?
- Can't without the tag.

What is this?
It's like a decal or an emblem was here.

Can you put some fingerprint powder
right there?

- Good idea. Might stick to the adhesive.
- Yeah.

What was here?

Uh, can you take some pictures of this?
A lot of them.

- Got something.
- What is that?

A washer for something?

There's a stain on the floor on this side.
Doesn't look like blood.

All right. Could you collect the floor mat
and swab it before you take to the lab?

I think our bad guy was in a hurry.

She's doing much better.

It was nice meeting you, Mr. Isles.

- You told her you're my father?
- I said I'm your uncle.

I wanted to keep an eye on your mom
while you checked out the perp's car.

How did you know that?

I don't miss anything
if it relates to you.

I never knew you were there.

I wanted to be the kind of man
who could be this little girl's dad.

So why weren't you?

I couldn't be anything but what I was,
a low-class thug from South Boston.

My dad, my uncles, hell, my grandfather,
all Irish mob.

And I grew up
wanting to be just like them.

Until I met your mom.

I mean, your birth mom.

She was so different, so special.

I wanted to be good enough for her.

Why did she give me up?

She was only 18.

She was brilliant, like you.

Then what the hell did she see in you?

You know how many times
I've asked myself that?

Mom?

Mom?

Maura?

- What's happened?
- Mom, you've been in an accident.

Somebody was here...

...talking to me...

...telling me
I must live for my daughter.

Was it Patrick?

Patrick?

- Hi. What are you doing here?
- I'm distracting myself.

Because if I don't fill my brain with
useless information, I start crying, okay?

Okay.

- Uh, any idea what this is?
- Where'd you find it?

I thought maybe my techs misplaced it
when they took the heater apart.

How's that possible? We just found it.

This is the thermal cutoff switch
from this space heater.

For this space heater?

Yes. Where did you find it?

- In the car that hit your mother.
- What?

Are you sure?

Yeah. So whoever tried to kill you
in that car started the fire.

- But why would I be a target?
- Think about the timeline, okay?

The Arson Squad says it's an accident,
you ask to check the space heater...

...next thing you know, a hit-and-run
driver's taking a shot at you.

I have results on the stain
in the suspect's car.

Thanks.

Dextromethorphan, guaifenesin,
glycerol.

Commonly referred to...

...for those of us without a PhD
in organic chemistry, as...?

Cough syrup.

Great.

Low-oxygen fires don't burn...

...at a temperature necessary
to do this to his gloves.

I can't explain the damage
to his airway either.

Sorry, Dr. Isles, you said you wanted
the gas chromatography results...

- ... when they were in.
- Thank you.

This is the analysis of the substances
I found on Craig Hill's face shield.

There's something here.

Gas chromatography is used...

...to separate and analyze compounds
that can be vaporized.

Can you say that in Earthling?

There are trace levels of potassium
permanganate on his face shield.

Even more Earthling.

You see this?

Cough syrup. We found traces of that
in the driver's car.

Glycerol is the chief ingredient
in cough syrup.

This is potassium permanganate.
Watch this.

Stand back.

When glycerol is used
as an accelerant...

...potassium permanganate
becomes extremely combustible.

No kidding.

The outside edge of Craig Hill's
face shield was coated in it.

- And then glycerol was added.
- The cough syrup.

Somebody must've thrown it in his face.
That's why his face shield melted.

What about his gloves?
Why'd they catch fire?

The gloves ignited
because they were coated too.

He never had a chance.
Somebody wanted him dead.

Somebody who was in the fire
with him.

- Maybe it was personal.
- Maybe.

A bunch of white guys sued
the Boston Fire Department in 2001.

Claimed that their affirmative action
hiring plan was discriminatory.

- Craig Hill was African-American.
- Not bad for the old white guy.

- That's harassment, Frost.
- The old part or the white part?

Find out if any of the firefighters
from Engine Company 15...

...were part of that lawsuit
before Korsak sues you, Frost.

Here's the original complaint.
Yeah, Jim Grant. He was named.

We talked to him. He fought
the Whistler fire with Craig Hill.

How many times I gotta tell you?
Check my damn alibi.

We are. And it's a good one, Jim.
Consoling a dead firefighter's wife.

Ask her.

You didn't like the fact
that Craig Hill had a lower test score...

...but he was hired before you,
did you?

- No. Would you?
- No.

It wasn't Craig's fault.
Department changed its policy.

My dad was a firefighter,
my granddad...

...and they're telling me no
because of the color of my skin?

Alibi checks out. Craig Hill's widow said
he was there at the time of hit-and-run.

Hit-and-run?

- I thought we were talking about a fire.
- You can go now.

Craig was a damn fine firefighter.

We all miss him.

We're sorry for your loss, man.

This is what was on the back
of the hit-and-run car. One of these.

It's a Saint Florian's cross.

Boston Firefighters Union
used to hand these out in the '70s.

Well, none of them are old enough.

- Maybe it was a legacy.
- Yeah.

Grant said his dad and granddad
were Boston firefighters.

- One could've given him the cross.
- Grant's got an alibi.

- It's gotta be someone from Company 15.
- We could interrogate all of them.

No. There's not gonna be
anymore interrogations.

Grant complained to his union and every
firefighter in the city's lawyered up.

- And they're pissed at us.
- That's not good.

No, it's not.

Oh, thanks.

Here's the last of the Arson Squad's
fire reports from last year.

They're all from Engine Company 15?
Where were they?

That's weird.
Craig Hill had them checked out.

Our victim?

Craig Hill is looking into every fire his
company responded to in the last year...

...and then he ends up dead?

What the hell was he about to find?

Carbon build-up, electrical fire,
water heater explosion.

- All were ruled as accidental.
- Happens all the time.

- Nothing looks suspicious.
- Here's what's weird...

...all of these fires started at 6 a. m.
on a Tuesday in District 21.

Does anybody know what's special
about Tuesday?

- Garbage day is all I can think of.
Yeah.

And the fires all began
at commercial businesses...

...in the early morning
before garbage pickup.

What's a great source of fuel
for a fire?

- Garbage.
- So Craig Hill must've figured out...

...that somebody was deliberately
setting fires in his district.

Someone good enough
to make them look accidental.

So when I requested the files
to review them...

...I became the next target.

So now what do we do?

Well, our suspect is probably
a firefighter. We gotta flush him out.

- How?
- I might have an idea.

Thank you. I'm sorry for this,
but as a medical examiner...

...I am entitled to collect forensic
evidence from city property.

Anything else?
My men aren't too happy.

I can see that. And I'm sorry.

There is something else.

I'd like the plans
for the Whistler Factory.

- More evidence collection?
- Yes.

Look, I can't guarantee
the safety of that building.

It's quite all right.
I know what I'm doing.

Thank you.

You looking for where Craig died?

Yes.

It's Kevin Flynn.

We found him right about here.

FLYNN My grandfather died
fighting the '72 Vendome Fire.

MAURA
I'm sorry.

City kept cutting back
and cutting back.

How do you fight all these fires
without enough firefighters, huh?

Did you follow me?

- You shouldn't have come by yourself.
- Why not?

You know why not.

I had to make sure people understand
that they can't keep laying us off.

- How did you do that, Kevin?
- You know how. I burned a few buildings.

And then Craig started digging around.
Just like you.

- You both should've just left it alone.
Kevin, don't! No!

- Drop your weapon, Doyle.
Gabriel, no!

No!

What the hell?

No!

Maura!

- Hope.
- Hope?

- What do you hope?
- Hope.

- Maura!
- Hope?

What do you hope?

- Hope.
Oh, God.

Maura.

- Don't touch him.
- Please.

No, I mean it!

Don't you dare touch him.