Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 2, Episode 2 - Living Proof - full transcript
Jane and Maura's mud bath at the spa is interrupted when a man brings in a pregnant woman who has been stabbed. She dies but Maura manages to save baby. The woman's husband, a commercial fisherman, was on his boat when she was killed but says he wasn't aware that his wife was pregnant. The case gets more that just a bit complicated when it turns out she was a surrogate, carrying a child for a couple who were unable to have a child on their own. It leads them to a fertility clinic run by a Dr. Hanson who is less than cooperative. Jane's mother meanwhile is driving her crazy trying to redecorate Jane's apartment and then holding a yard sale there. Maura has an idea.
No.
No! No!
- No, please, no.
- Hey! What the hell are you doing?
Help!
Can't believe I let you talk me into this.
It's good for you.
Taking a dirt bath seems sort of,
I don't know, unhealthy.
It's clay, not dirt.
Seventy five percent
American colloid HPM-20...
...and 25 percent Western bentonite
from Utah.
Oh, it's from Utah.
Well, why didn't you say so?
Spending 80 bucks to be submerged
in Utah dirt is still a waste of money.
Clay.
The first recorded use of a medicinal
clay bath was in Mesopotamia.
It's my gift to you.
Next time, just give me the cash.
It's a wonderful way
to eliminate toxic substances.
How? I'm up to my neck
in toxic substances.
Well, hydrate with the lemon water.
It's very important.
I'm hungry.
Mm-mm. No, no.
Heavy burden on the metabolism.
Gee, I'm having so much fun.
I can't remember the last time
I had so much fun marinating in mud.
Shh.
You did not just shush me.
An inability to relax could result in...
- ... a dangerous buildup of cortisol.
- I want you to understand something.
I don't like being shushed.
My mother shushes.
Okay, can you please stop talking?
Same as shushing.
Okay, that's good. Let's go do something
else. Come on. How do I get out?
- Jane.
- Maura.
Help!
Somebody help me!
She needs a doctor!
Uh, oh.
- Somebody stabbed her.
- Call 911.
Did you get a look at the person
who stabbed her?
- No, he was too far away.
- She's not breathing. No pulse.
- Was she conscious when you found her?
She was moaning, yeah.
- When did she stop making sounds?
Uh, a few minutes ago.
My God, she's gone. She bled out.
She's pregnant.
- Start CPR.
- On her? She's dead, Maura.
- What about the baby?
- It's the only way to keep the baby alive.
- I need a knife.
- Yeah, I got it. I got a Swiss Army knife.
Keep doing that.
- Is this helping?
You're pumping what's left of her
oxygenated blood to the baby.
- Where's Boston EMS?
- They said three minutes.
- How much time do we have?
- Baby's stopped moving. Seconds.
I need your hands. Take over CPR.
- What?
- Do it. Right here, right here.
- Okay, tell me what to do.
- Once I fully incise the abdomen...
...I need you to hold it open
so I can get to the uterus.
Okay.
Keep going.
Okay, I need towels. Warm towels.
Wide as you can.
- I've only done one C-section.
- That's one more than me.
Okay, once I cut the fundus there's
gonna be a gush of amniotic fluid.
- Just keep the abdomen retracted.
- Okay.
- Put them right there.
Okay.
I've got its head. Be ready.
Come on, baby. Come on.
- Get them in here. Go on.
Okay.
Okay. It's a boy.
He's approximately 34 weeks.
Why isn't he crying?
Why are his lips so blue?
He's cyanotic.
Okay.
Pull off your headband.
Use it to tie up the umbilical cord.
Okay.
- Tighter.
Mm-hm.
Good. We gotta stop the blood loss.
In here.
What do we got?
Premature infant,
approximately 34 weeks.
Apgar was four at birth, six now.
I started infant CPR
and got him breathing.
Okay, we'll take it from here, doc.
He's tiny. Let's get him out of here.
Okay.
Think he's gonna make it?
She had decent blood serum.
That'll help.
Oh, what a tragedy.
Got a motel card key.
Why was she in her pajamas?
- Maybe she had a craving.
- Oh, yeah, she's out trolling for pickles.
Forty percent of pregnant women
crave something sweet, actually.
Poor baby.
His mother's dead.
Yeah, but he has a life, okay?
And we're gonna find him a family.
All right?
Search of the attack site was a bust.
Heavy brush and dry ground didn't leave
us any chance of finding footprints.
What about missing persons?
Any luck on the card key?
Demagnetized. I'm on with their office.
No missing persons
match our Jane Doe.
We got fingerprints,
AFIS turned up nothing.
They're trying to tell us
which of their locations issued it.
I thought you were at the, uh, arboretum,
at that spa place. How was it?
It wasn't very relaxing.
What are you doing here?
I was just passing through.
You're passing through BRIC?
- What's with the signals, fellas?
- What signals?
You're both terrible liars.
Have you talked to Ma?
Is she driving you crazy too?
- Yeah, I got one just like it.
- That's so nice.
She keeps coming over.
My place is so clean.
She's scrubbing the grout
with a toothbrush.
You should cut your mother some slack.
She's going through a divorce.
- Why don't you stay out of it, Dad?
- Heh, I'm not old enough to be your dad.
Are you gonna eat that?
It's bologna on white. Cut up carrots
and celery for your arteries.
I want the chips. Did we get photographs
out to the area hospitals and ob-gyns?
- Yeah, went out to social services too.
- If she was at a motel...
- ... she could've been homeless.
- We gotta find that baby's family.
Jane? Is that you?
- Yeah, it's me, Ma.
- Surprise.
I'm so glad you're home.
Now you can help me decide.
I was, um, cleaning out the basement,
and I found these cans of paint.
And you know your father,
he never throws anything out.
- Ma, this is my home.
- I know. Look.
Marmalade, uh, wild orchid or begonia.
What, you don't like any of these?
That's okay. We'll get a different color,
make it feel more like you.
This reminds me of the time
that I asked for a bunk bed...
...and you surprised me
with a pink canopy.
I thought you loved that bed.
I asked for a bunk bed
because I wanted to build a fort, Ma.
And I didn't wanna hurt your feelings.
I wish you knew I hate pink.
- It's begonia.
- Then I hate begonia too.
Ma, all right.
Ma.
Unh, come on, Ma.
I want you to know, missy,
I got stretch marks for you.
Marmalade is the new black.
If you say anything like that
to my mother when you see her...
- Like what?
- Like encouraging or supportive, I will-
You will...?
Hmm, well, Korsak will arrest you
if you kill me...
...so you will paint my house
wild orchid?
- Exactly.
- She was just trying to help.
No, she's trying to find something
to do with her life.
- What is that?
- Broccoli particulates, salmon.
I can't tell if it's farmed
or wild-caught.
Oh, what a drag.
We would have solved the case like that.
No, the blue thing.
Is that a pill? What is that?
It's more teal than blue.
You know, a stomach's contents are like
someone's grocery bag. It's so revealing.
It's my favorite part. Heh.
Gosh, mine too.
Except the intestines. I do not know
how you can enjoy doing an autopsy.
Well, I'm distracting myself
to do this one, Jane.
I'm thinking about that baby too.
Yeah. I called the hospital.
He's still critical.
I may go see him tonight.
I saw him this morning.
Really?
Are we getting...?
What, cravings for pickles? No.
Okay.
- One stab wound?
- Yep. Lacerated right pulmonary artery.
Cause of death, exsanguination.
- How long did it take her to bleed out?
- Three or four minutes.
So she was with us four minutes
after she was attacked.
It might not have been the first time
that she was attacked.
I found evidence of healed fractures
to the mandible.
Someone broke her jaw?
Hey, found the motel that issued this.
Great, let's go. I'll see you later, okay?
Police. Open up.
Clear.
Lousy maid service. Good for us.
- Looks like she was here alone, yeah?
- Yeah, looks like it.
What do you got?
Suitcase.
I got a purse.
- Wallet.
- Huh.
Think she's Canadian?
No, she's a local. Tracy Kelly.
Tracy? She checked in as Mary Smith.
Well, then Tracy Kelly
is hiding from someone.
Abusive boyfriend?
Or a husband.
I'm female.
Yes. Yes, you are.
What's the fastest way
to push this guy's buttons?
Let's mix it up.
You be good cop, I'll be black cop.
- Bold choice.
- Heh.
Sit down.
Thank you for driving all the way in
from New Brunswick.
That's, what, six hours away?
- What do you do there?
- Commercial fisherman.
You know who killed my wife?
Where were you yesterday?
Where the hell you think I was?
On a boat off of Canada.
Any idea why your wife was living
in a motel under the name Mary Smith?
- What you talking about?
- She hiding from you, Hank?
- What's that supposed to mean, huh?
- Hey, hey, sit down. Sit down.
We know you're upset, Mr. Kelly.
We're sorry for your loss.
Oh, yeah,
you look like you're real sorry.
You can take some consolation
in the fact that your son survived.
- I don't have a son.
- Your wife was eight months pregnant.
She was carrying a baby boy.
We were able to save him.
- You didn't know she was pregnant.
- No.
I spend most of the year at sea, so, uh...
I'm sorry to have to ask you this.
When's the last time
you had sex with your wife?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Answer the question.
Ten months.
Why don't you talk to the guy
who knocked up my wife?
Maybe he did it.
Let's get a blood sample.
Hey, can you look at our suspect's
blood-test results?
He says he's not the baby's father.
He's not.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Tell that to your face.
It looks pretty bothered.
Every person has their ABO blood type
determined by each parent.
- Tracy Kelly's blood type is A.
- Okay.
And baby John Doe's blood type
is O-positive.
- Sum it up for me, Maura.
- His mother couldn't be type A.
Tracy's not the baby's mother.
Tracy Kelly seems to have been
a gestational surrogate.
Is that the only possibility?
Yeah, maybe Tracy can't get pregnant
with Hank.
And decides to do in vitro
with donor eggs and sperm.
No, she had quite robust
reproductive organs.
Do you find that sexy in a woman?
"Robust reproductive organs"?
First thing I look for.
Wait a minute. This is fantastic.
Tracy was carrying
somebody else's baby.
Which means
that baby John Doe has parents.
Well, biological parents,
not social parents.
It's not the same thing, but...
I was adopted.
My real parents were the ones
that raised me.
You know, nature-nurture,
biological-social.
Either one is fine with me...
...as long as we find a loving
mommy and daddy for that baby.
Okay, look at Tracy's bank account.
Two thousand in cash deposits
once a month.
Eight months. Sixteen thousand dollars
just does not seem...
...like enough compensation
for stretch marks.
And why does my mom blame me?
She had three kids.
Looks like it was a lot of money
for Tracy Kelly.
- Did you find her medical records?
Nothing so far.
Her mandibular fracture
was surgically treated...
...by a closed reduction, so there should
be records of that surgery.
Yeah, in Delaware.
Tracy's name popped up
in a state police report.
- She was treated in an emergency room.
- For a domestic?
No. Motor-vehicle accident.
T- boned by a truck.
- So Hank didn't break her jaw.
- I got more.
Vessel records confirm Hank was
offshore when his wife was killed.
Well, someone
with some kind of training...
...implanted the fertilized egg in Tracy.
It's not exactly a do-it-yourself.
The undigested teal capsule
in her stomach...
...had 1000 micrograms of folate in it.
That's a prescription prenatal vitamin.
We find the supplier,
we find the doctor they were supplied to.
Mm-hm.
- Hey, uh, how you doing?
- Hey.
- You two dating?
- Look, your brother asked to shadow me.
Gear up for the detectives' test.
Why didn't you ask me?
Because he's a sergeant now?
I got promoted,
but nothing has changed.
- Yeah, plus we got boundary issues.
- Yeah, boundary issues.
- What boundary issues?
- Come on.
Hey, speaking of that,
have you seen this?
Ma's having a yard sale tomorrow.
What?
- Oh, read the fine print.
At my house? Come on.
Oh, hey. BPD know
you blocked off half my street?
What was I supposed to do? Dad's having
a competing yard sale at the house.
- What a jerk.
- Try to be nice?
I'm always nice.
What a fabulous idea it is
to have a yard sale at my house.
Why don't you just bring down
all the horrible gifts I've ever given you?
And you can just sell them.
Come on, Ma.
I'm sorry. How can I help?
Start pricing.
Ladies, ladies,
I specifically said, no early birds.
How much for these?
Uh, two dollars.
- How about 50 cents?
- That thing is nicer than my car.
It probably converts into a tractor trailer.
Two bucks.
What?
What'd I say?
- You're not very good at sales.
- That stroller cost 300 bucks, easy.
Uh, one thousand forty-nine ninety-nine.
Oh, and how do we know that?
Maura?
- Have you been shopping for baby stuff?
- No.
No, I was online, buying a necklace,
and the baby store was just a click away...
...so I was looking.
Well, stop. You don't have a baby.
Ugh, yet.
Trust me, I did a lot of babysitting.
Babies aren't accessories.
I do not think they're accessories.
- Do you like that?
- Well, it's...
- I mean, I'm surprised that it's-
- Surprised it's still here, right?
That somebody hasn't snatched it up.
Beautiful, huh?
Yes. It's unusual. It's, um...
- Who's the artist?
- Me.
Wow.
It's a landscape. It's our backyard,
and those are the two swings.
I was gonna ask for 5.
Hundred?
It's priceless. Yes. Let me.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Lot of stuff.
I know.
Thanks. Thanks, Maura.
What can I do?
Um, you can take this to the toy table
over there.
No. No. Heh.
Guardian Chogokin. Oh, my God.
- I'll give you 100 bucks for it.
- Sold. Really, I'm not good at sales?
- One twenty.
- It's not ITB.
"In the box. "
More valuable, the less it's played with.
You know, he is a steal at 120,
Detective Frost.
Hmm. Heh.
Show-off.
Thank you.
Oh, no, no, no.
Chogokin goes in the "keep" pile.
Frankie, that doll has been
in the basement for 20 years.
It's not a doll. It's an action figure.
Give me it, Frost.
Whoa, whoa.
- I just bought this.
- Frankie, stop it. Frost, take the doll.
- Action figure.
- Whatever. All right?
We're here to help Ma, not take a trip
down toy lane with you two.
- Dr. Isles.
- Yeah, Frankie, help your family.
No, no, let me see that. Come here.
Thank you.
The crime lab just isolated the dyes
used in Tracy's prenatal vitamins.
They were custom-designed
for a fertility clinic on Beacon Hill.
Pretty busy for a Saturday.
Looks like there's a lot of money
in making babies.
- Hi. Can I help you?
- Uh, yes, we're-
As one of the fertility specialists here,
I just have to tell you...
...that biracial couples
make the most beautiful babies.
No, no, no. We're-
Uh, we're Boston Homicide
and we are investigating a murder.
We need to speak
to your clinic's director.
Oh, uh, Dr. Hanson. He's with a patient.
We really need to speak to him.
Okay. Follow me.
Alrighty.
- You want kids, Frost?
- Yeah, but I'm in no rush. Ha, ha.
Tony Randall had one at 77, right?
Yeah, but Tony didn't do all that much.
I think it was more the 27-year-old wife.
Yeah. Go, Tony.
Heh. Ugh.
- What's with the footwear?
Hmm.
Thank you.
I'm Dr. Hanson, how can I help you?
We need to know
if Tracy Kelly was a patient here.
- May I ask what this is regarding?
- We're investigating her murder.
We have reason to believe
that she was treated at your clinic.
Hmm.
I'm sorry, I don't recognize her.
Randi, my nurse, has most of the
contact with our prospective parents.
If you'll excuse me,
I have a client waiting.
"Clients"? Really?
Do you recognize her?
Uh, hmm.
We have so many.
She doesn't seem familiar.
Her name was Tracy Kelly.
She was 34 weeks pregnant.
She was taking prenatal vitamins
provided by this clinic.
Ah, I wonder why she doesn't seem
familiar. Maybe someone gave them to her?
A lot of our moms give away
unused stuff once they deliver.
- I'd like a list of your clients.
- Well, I'm sure you understand...
...our confidentiality policy
means I can't just give it to you.
- We can get a court order.
- That would be best.
And I am serious,
biracial couples, mm, such cute babies.
Thanks. We're good.
It must be hard
when your children grow up.
Well, they were the only thing
I was ever good at.
Oh, heh, that's not true.
What?
Jane said I wasn't a good mother?
No. No, no, no,
that's not what I meant.
I just meant that
you're great at lots of things...
...like cooking and cleaning.
You should see me with a baby.
- Hey, Korsak, wanna be a godfather?
- Would you knock it off?
- It quit being funny an hour ago.
- I've been working at home.
I got good news for you.
A match for the baby's DNA.
Went through two color cartridges
trying to print this.
- Put it through as an informant fee.
- Yeah, and get fired?
This guy, Mitch Tolliver,
doing time for a felony.
How is that good news,
that baby John Doe's daddy is a con?
Mitch is the evil twin.
This is his identical twin brother,
the good one. Jim.
Jim's a teacher. He and his wife
have been trying to have a kid.
I was never able to carry to term.
My eggs were fine and Jim is healthy,
but I just kept having miscarriages.
I'm sorry.
We had nearly given up hope.
On two teachers' salaries we didn't think
we could afford fertility treatments.
How did you afford Dr. Hanson?
He arranged for us to get
a second mortgage on our house.
Um, did Dr. Hanson introduce you
to the surrogate?
Yes. Uh, Tracy was a really nice girl.
She called all the time, made sure
that we had ultrasound photos.
That's our baby.
That's James Jr.
We, um- We were beside ourselves
when the clinic called...
...and told us
that Tracy had miscarried.
Mr. and Mrs. Tolliver,
your baby is still alive.
What?
Is your mother...?
Breast-feeding.
Your mother is the most wonderful
kangaroo volunteer.
I don't think I should be here.
My mother is a kangaroo?
Well, studies have shown
that neonates thrive...
...when there's skin-to-skin contact...
...so I arranged for your mom
to be a volunteer kangaroo.
And thanks to her,
baby John Doe's vitals have stabilized.
- She looks so happy.
- Yeah.
I bet she looked that happy
holding you.
That's your son.
That's him? That's our baby?
You can go in
as soon as the court awards custody.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
- Thank you. Heh.
- Congratulations.
I can't believe he's still alive.
We have a son.
They named him James Jr.
Hi.
Hey, Korsak.
Jane, we got a problem.
Detective Rizzoli,
these are the Paysons.
- Hi.
- Hi. Nice to meet you.
- Hi.
- They came looking for baby John Doe.
We're his parents.
I'm sorry, but we're going to need
to do some DNA testing.
- Why?
- Because there is another family...
...claiming that this is their baby,
as well.
You know, I can clear that right up.
He's not our biological child,
but he's ours.
We arranged a legal adoption
through Dream Babies.
What were you told about
the birth parents?
That the mother was young
and single...
...and didn't have the means
to care for a child.
But, um, we do.
We want to be parents.
And then when we found Russell, uh,
our prayers were answered. Heh.
- And how did you find this Russell?
Online.
In fact, most of the arrangements
were made that way.
We just met with him once
to sign the paperwork.
- You paid $75,000?
- Half of the private adoption fee.
We paid the attorney's fees
and the mother's expenses. It's all legal.
And you started the adoption process
two weeks ago?
Well, we'd been disappointed
so many times.
I just, uh- I just couldn't stand
waiting anymore.
Ugh, when Russell showed us
Tracy's picture, I-
We were happy to pay.
Then Russell stopped
returning our phone calls...
...and we saw Tracy's photo
in the newspaper.
It's so awful.
Uh...
Is the baby all right?
I mean, is he, um...? Is he with someone?
Is someone holding him?
Where is he?
Where's our baby?
Call me with the results.
Just doesn't seem fair.
All a blood test tells us is who
baby John Doe's biological parents are.
How else you gonna do it,
King Solomon? You can't cut him in half.
Well, you could find out
who would make the better parents.
You got a test for that?
- Ugh, this is a mess.
- Who killed her?
I can tell you who the father is.
Jim Tolliver.
- Oh, good. He had kind eyes. Okay.
- But the mother is not Linda Tolliver.
- So who is it?
I don't know.
- And we're back to a mess.
- We know Tracy needs money.
She has no skills.
So she offers herself as a surrogate
to Dr. Hanson.
- He implants an egg.
- Fertilized by Mr. Tolliver.
And then Russell "the lawyer"
brings Hanson the Paysons...
...with their bigger checkbook.
Hanson resells the baby-
Heh, check this out.
Here's our Dr. Hanson.
And here is private-adoption attorney
Russell Dempsey.
Same guy.
Huh.
Doctor-slash-attorney-slash-con man.
Good scam.
I hear someone in distress.
You hear that?
That is so old-school.
Don't you have any other tricks?
- Anybody smell gas?
- That's better, sergeant?
- Would you rather wait for a warrant?
- Why don't we just go in?
Police. Anybody here?
I'll go check the back offices.
Looks like they all got out of dodge.
Not all of them.
Dr. Hanson.
He's dead.
Looks like he's been stabbed.
He's not the only thing dead in here.
Watch yourself.
What are we stepping in?
- Somebody's dreams.
A lot of people's dream babies.
- Same knife?
- Wounds are consistent...
...with the knife that killed Tracy.
I can't be sure until I have the knife.
Oh, yeah. I knew I forgot something.
It's... Maura, if I had the knife,
I wouldn't be asking.
This was a more frenzied attack.
Nine stab wounds
around the chest area.
So the person who did this
was pretty pissed off.
Ugh, can you imagine all these desperate
people who wanna be parents...
...put their faith in this phony doctor?
Crime techs have logged thousands
of couples' sperm, eggs, and embryos.
Okay, I gotta go to the BRIC.
- I'll call you later.
- Yeah.
Your brother's really good at this.
I had him go over
the surveillance from the clinic.
- I went through 2000 hours of footage.
- Living the dream, Frankie.
Yeah, well, I found the victim,
Tracy, and the guy.
- You know who that is?
- Hanson.
- Whatever he's saying is upsetting her.
- Yeah, he's real good at this.
You mean because she's crying?
- See why I didn't wanna learn from you?
- Will you kids knock it off? Look at this.
Hanson and our victim
look like lovers.
Maybe they were.
Maybe that's why they're both dead.
So Hank was jealous.
That's a strong motive.
But you wouldn't know it
from his e-mails to Tracy. Listen.
"You're my heart. I miss you.
I hate this job. I hate leaving you. "
What's Tracy gonna say? "Dear Hank,
I got a job as a walking womb"?
Heh, stop, come on.
Oh, hey. Oh, look at this.
This was e-mailed to Hank
the night Tracy was murdered.
Sent anonymously.
You got any more for me to do?
Yeah. Cell phone provider sent us...
...Dr. Hanson's deleted
voicemail messages. Start listening.
I know Guardian Chogokin
is in your drawer.
He's going for $500 on eBay.
You ripped off my mother.
He doesn't even have the sword, man.
Okay, okay, you know what?
If it gets you to shut it,
I'll give your mom the 380.
- He wasn't for sale.
- Can you fight over the doll...
...after we've solved this murder?
Action figure.
Hank's got a good alibi. His boat was
out to sea the day Tracy was murdered.
Vessel logs put it a mile off the coast
of New Brunswick. Says Hank was on it.
- They give a list of the equipment?
- Why?
Commercial fishing boats
have to carry survival craft.
There. Sixteen-foot RIB
with a 25-horse egg-beater.
Well, thank you, Popeye,
but what does that mean?
It's a rigid inflatable boat.
A very fast motorized dinghy.
He could've gotten to shore in half
an hour. It's a six hour drive to Boston.
Just enough time to kill his wife
and then get back to his boat.
You lied.
You knew your wife was pregnant.
You wanna tell us
what else you lied about?
Look, I didn't say anything
because I knew it would look bad.
Yeah, it looks bad.
I waited for her at our house.
She never came home.
So I drove back to New Brunswick.
You took a dinghy a mile through
choppy water, drove 400 miles...
...and then just turned around when
you couldn't find your unfaithful wife?
Yeah, jury's not gonna like that alibi.
Look, I know it sounds crazy...
...but I love Tracy.
I would have forgiven her.
- Hey, can I see you for a sec?
- Yeah, sure.
I must have listened
to 300 phone messages.
You hear me complaining?
TRACY
Hi, it's Tracy Kelly.
I told you, I only did this
so my husband could quit his job.
He's the Tollivers' baby.
Please, can you all stop calling me?
She was trying to reunite with Hank.
She became a surrogate
to bring him back home.
Why didn't she tell him?
She might still be alive.
Play that last part again.
Please, can you all stop calling me?
Who else was calling her? And why?
I wanna look through
the clinic's medical records.
Damn, there's a lot of women
who want kids.
Hmm. Men too, Korsak. You know what
bugs me about this whole thing?
You know what it takes
to get these eggs?
This a trick question?
Months of painful shots
and surgical extractions.
- Well, the fathers go through stuff too.
- What, two minutes with a magazine?
There's nothing fun about doing it
with a magazine.
Well, depends on the magazine,
right? Ha, ha.
Really? Really?
Hey, Frost, you remember
that nurse we met, Randi Gordon?
The one who said
we'd make beautiful babies together?
She helped herself
to Jim Tolliver's sperm.
- Is that legal?
No.
It's an employee five-finger discount.
Whoa. Records show three IVF procedures
for Randi at the clinic.
None of them took.
Clear.
Well, she was definitely getting ready
for the surrogacy stork.
Uh, Jane?
- Yeah?
I think I found...
Wow.
She thought of everything.
She faked nine months of pregnancy
so nobody would bat an eye...
...when she showed up with a baby.
Okay, uh, let's issue a BOLO
on Randi Gordon.
I want somebody watching that baby.
Hey, where are you?
- Uh, why do you ask?
- Thank God you're terrible at lying.
- You're playing mommy kangaroo.
- How did you know?
Do not let that baby out of your sight.
I'm on my way, okay?
No phones in the NICU.
- Oh, um, Jane, I have to go.
Um, I'm so sorry.
I'm a kangaroo care volunteer.
Hi.
Shh.
Okay.
I should feel a surge of prolactin.
I think that's it.
No, that's oxytocin.
I'll take the baby.
It's time for his feeding.
Can I feed him?
Here we go.
We're gonna say hi to Jane.
Okay.
- Hi.
Hey.
You wanna feed him?
- What's wrong?
- I'm just glad he's okay.
Uh, excuse me, can you call your head of
security, please? I need to speak to him.
Here. You go ahead and hold him
while you tell me what's going on.
- Maura.
- Come on, here you go.
It'll help calm you down.
- No. Oh, no.
Hold on.
- There you go.
- He's so...
- ... less blue.
- Heh.
- Can you feel it?
- Feel what?
A surge of oxytocin,
the mothering hormone.
Primates also secrete it
during sexual intercourse.
Maura.
Take the baby.
Give him to me. Give him to me.
- No, please don't hurt this baby.
- Maura, don't.
His parents wanted him so badly.
They're not his parents.
I am his mother.
You used your egg
and Jim Tolliver's sperm...
...and you watched that baby grow
in Tracy Kelly's womb.
- I would have paid her.
- Tracy didn't want your money.
She wanted the Tollivers
to have this baby.
That's when you decided to kill her
and frame her husband.
He's my baby. Give him to me.
You planned on killing Tracy,
didn't you?
You're a nurse. You knew you had
three minutes to get that baby out.
- My baby! I'm his mother!
- Maura!
Drop it. Drop that scalpel now!
I will shoot you, I swear. Drop it.
Do it now!
Get security up to NICU. Now!
Why do women fake pregnancies?
All sorts of reasons.
Pain over infertility, denial,
attention-seeking.
Couldn't believe it
when you put yourself between...
...nurse whack-job Randi and the baby.
It was...
Well, you protected him too.
Well, I mean, I just never really saw you
as the maternal type, you know.
- You didn't?
- No.
I've always seen you
as the maternal type.
Are you lying?
Yes.
I hope you get hives.
Oh, the clay will prevent
a histamine reaction. Ha, ha.
Wasn't it wonderful to see
Mrs. Tolliver holding the baby?
She didn't care whose egg or sperm
was responsible.
Yes, it was wonderful.
Now, please be quiet.
- I'm trying to enjoy my dirt bath.
- Clay.
Shh. Shh. Shh.
- I'm sorry, did you just shush me?
- Yes. Shh. Where is my lemon water?
- Why do you get to keep on talking?
- Lemon water, please.
Maura, stop.
- Ha-ha-ha.
- I'm not kidding. Stop it.
- You stop it.
- You stop- Oh.
Stop it, or they're gonna charge us
for the robes again.
- Maura.
Ha-ha-ha.
No! No!
- No, please, no.
- Hey! What the hell are you doing?
Help!
Can't believe I let you talk me into this.
It's good for you.
Taking a dirt bath seems sort of,
I don't know, unhealthy.
It's clay, not dirt.
Seventy five percent
American colloid HPM-20...
...and 25 percent Western bentonite
from Utah.
Oh, it's from Utah.
Well, why didn't you say so?
Spending 80 bucks to be submerged
in Utah dirt is still a waste of money.
Clay.
The first recorded use of a medicinal
clay bath was in Mesopotamia.
It's my gift to you.
Next time, just give me the cash.
It's a wonderful way
to eliminate toxic substances.
How? I'm up to my neck
in toxic substances.
Well, hydrate with the lemon water.
It's very important.
I'm hungry.
Mm-mm. No, no.
Heavy burden on the metabolism.
Gee, I'm having so much fun.
I can't remember the last time
I had so much fun marinating in mud.
Shh.
You did not just shush me.
An inability to relax could result in...
- ... a dangerous buildup of cortisol.
- I want you to understand something.
I don't like being shushed.
My mother shushes.
Okay, can you please stop talking?
Same as shushing.
Okay, that's good. Let's go do something
else. Come on. How do I get out?
- Jane.
- Maura.
Help!
Somebody help me!
She needs a doctor!
Uh, oh.
- Somebody stabbed her.
- Call 911.
Did you get a look at the person
who stabbed her?
- No, he was too far away.
- She's not breathing. No pulse.
- Was she conscious when you found her?
She was moaning, yeah.
- When did she stop making sounds?
Uh, a few minutes ago.
My God, she's gone. She bled out.
She's pregnant.
- Start CPR.
- On her? She's dead, Maura.
- What about the baby?
- It's the only way to keep the baby alive.
- I need a knife.
- Yeah, I got it. I got a Swiss Army knife.
Keep doing that.
- Is this helping?
You're pumping what's left of her
oxygenated blood to the baby.
- Where's Boston EMS?
- They said three minutes.
- How much time do we have?
- Baby's stopped moving. Seconds.
I need your hands. Take over CPR.
- What?
- Do it. Right here, right here.
- Okay, tell me what to do.
- Once I fully incise the abdomen...
...I need you to hold it open
so I can get to the uterus.
Okay.
Keep going.
Okay, I need towels. Warm towels.
Wide as you can.
- I've only done one C-section.
- That's one more than me.
Okay, once I cut the fundus there's
gonna be a gush of amniotic fluid.
- Just keep the abdomen retracted.
- Okay.
- Put them right there.
Okay.
I've got its head. Be ready.
Come on, baby. Come on.
- Get them in here. Go on.
Okay.
Okay. It's a boy.
He's approximately 34 weeks.
Why isn't he crying?
Why are his lips so blue?
He's cyanotic.
Okay.
Pull off your headband.
Use it to tie up the umbilical cord.
Okay.
- Tighter.
Mm-hm.
Good. We gotta stop the blood loss.
In here.
What do we got?
Premature infant,
approximately 34 weeks.
Apgar was four at birth, six now.
I started infant CPR
and got him breathing.
Okay, we'll take it from here, doc.
He's tiny. Let's get him out of here.
Okay.
Think he's gonna make it?
She had decent blood serum.
That'll help.
Oh, what a tragedy.
Got a motel card key.
Why was she in her pajamas?
- Maybe she had a craving.
- Oh, yeah, she's out trolling for pickles.
Forty percent of pregnant women
crave something sweet, actually.
Poor baby.
His mother's dead.
Yeah, but he has a life, okay?
And we're gonna find him a family.
All right?
Search of the attack site was a bust.
Heavy brush and dry ground didn't leave
us any chance of finding footprints.
What about missing persons?
Any luck on the card key?
Demagnetized. I'm on with their office.
No missing persons
match our Jane Doe.
We got fingerprints,
AFIS turned up nothing.
They're trying to tell us
which of their locations issued it.
I thought you were at the, uh, arboretum,
at that spa place. How was it?
It wasn't very relaxing.
What are you doing here?
I was just passing through.
You're passing through BRIC?
- What's with the signals, fellas?
- What signals?
You're both terrible liars.
Have you talked to Ma?
Is she driving you crazy too?
- Yeah, I got one just like it.
- That's so nice.
She keeps coming over.
My place is so clean.
She's scrubbing the grout
with a toothbrush.
You should cut your mother some slack.
She's going through a divorce.
- Why don't you stay out of it, Dad?
- Heh, I'm not old enough to be your dad.
Are you gonna eat that?
It's bologna on white. Cut up carrots
and celery for your arteries.
I want the chips. Did we get photographs
out to the area hospitals and ob-gyns?
- Yeah, went out to social services too.
- If she was at a motel...
- ... she could've been homeless.
- We gotta find that baby's family.
Jane? Is that you?
- Yeah, it's me, Ma.
- Surprise.
I'm so glad you're home.
Now you can help me decide.
I was, um, cleaning out the basement,
and I found these cans of paint.
And you know your father,
he never throws anything out.
- Ma, this is my home.
- I know. Look.
Marmalade, uh, wild orchid or begonia.
What, you don't like any of these?
That's okay. We'll get a different color,
make it feel more like you.
This reminds me of the time
that I asked for a bunk bed...
...and you surprised me
with a pink canopy.
I thought you loved that bed.
I asked for a bunk bed
because I wanted to build a fort, Ma.
And I didn't wanna hurt your feelings.
I wish you knew I hate pink.
- It's begonia.
- Then I hate begonia too.
Ma, all right.
Ma.
Unh, come on, Ma.
I want you to know, missy,
I got stretch marks for you.
Marmalade is the new black.
If you say anything like that
to my mother when you see her...
- Like what?
- Like encouraging or supportive, I will-
You will...?
Hmm, well, Korsak will arrest you
if you kill me...
...so you will paint my house
wild orchid?
- Exactly.
- She was just trying to help.
No, she's trying to find something
to do with her life.
- What is that?
- Broccoli particulates, salmon.
I can't tell if it's farmed
or wild-caught.
Oh, what a drag.
We would have solved the case like that.
No, the blue thing.
Is that a pill? What is that?
It's more teal than blue.
You know, a stomach's contents are like
someone's grocery bag. It's so revealing.
It's my favorite part. Heh.
Gosh, mine too.
Except the intestines. I do not know
how you can enjoy doing an autopsy.
Well, I'm distracting myself
to do this one, Jane.
I'm thinking about that baby too.
Yeah. I called the hospital.
He's still critical.
I may go see him tonight.
I saw him this morning.
Really?
Are we getting...?
What, cravings for pickles? No.
Okay.
- One stab wound?
- Yep. Lacerated right pulmonary artery.
Cause of death, exsanguination.
- How long did it take her to bleed out?
- Three or four minutes.
So she was with us four minutes
after she was attacked.
It might not have been the first time
that she was attacked.
I found evidence of healed fractures
to the mandible.
Someone broke her jaw?
Hey, found the motel that issued this.
Great, let's go. I'll see you later, okay?
Police. Open up.
Clear.
Lousy maid service. Good for us.
- Looks like she was here alone, yeah?
- Yeah, looks like it.
What do you got?
Suitcase.
I got a purse.
- Wallet.
- Huh.
Think she's Canadian?
No, she's a local. Tracy Kelly.
Tracy? She checked in as Mary Smith.
Well, then Tracy Kelly
is hiding from someone.
Abusive boyfriend?
Or a husband.
I'm female.
Yes. Yes, you are.
What's the fastest way
to push this guy's buttons?
Let's mix it up.
You be good cop, I'll be black cop.
- Bold choice.
- Heh.
Sit down.
Thank you for driving all the way in
from New Brunswick.
That's, what, six hours away?
- What do you do there?
- Commercial fisherman.
You know who killed my wife?
Where were you yesterday?
Where the hell you think I was?
On a boat off of Canada.
Any idea why your wife was living
in a motel under the name Mary Smith?
- What you talking about?
- She hiding from you, Hank?
- What's that supposed to mean, huh?
- Hey, hey, sit down. Sit down.
We know you're upset, Mr. Kelly.
We're sorry for your loss.
Oh, yeah,
you look like you're real sorry.
You can take some consolation
in the fact that your son survived.
- I don't have a son.
- Your wife was eight months pregnant.
She was carrying a baby boy.
We were able to save him.
- You didn't know she was pregnant.
- No.
I spend most of the year at sea, so, uh...
I'm sorry to have to ask you this.
When's the last time
you had sex with your wife?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Answer the question.
Ten months.
Why don't you talk to the guy
who knocked up my wife?
Maybe he did it.
Let's get a blood sample.
Hey, can you look at our suspect's
blood-test results?
He says he's not the baby's father.
He's not.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Tell that to your face.
It looks pretty bothered.
Every person has their ABO blood type
determined by each parent.
- Tracy Kelly's blood type is A.
- Okay.
And baby John Doe's blood type
is O-positive.
- Sum it up for me, Maura.
- His mother couldn't be type A.
Tracy's not the baby's mother.
Tracy Kelly seems to have been
a gestational surrogate.
Is that the only possibility?
Yeah, maybe Tracy can't get pregnant
with Hank.
And decides to do in vitro
with donor eggs and sperm.
No, she had quite robust
reproductive organs.
Do you find that sexy in a woman?
"Robust reproductive organs"?
First thing I look for.
Wait a minute. This is fantastic.
Tracy was carrying
somebody else's baby.
Which means
that baby John Doe has parents.
Well, biological parents,
not social parents.
It's not the same thing, but...
I was adopted.
My real parents were the ones
that raised me.
You know, nature-nurture,
biological-social.
Either one is fine with me...
...as long as we find a loving
mommy and daddy for that baby.
Okay, look at Tracy's bank account.
Two thousand in cash deposits
once a month.
Eight months. Sixteen thousand dollars
just does not seem...
...like enough compensation
for stretch marks.
And why does my mom blame me?
She had three kids.
Looks like it was a lot of money
for Tracy Kelly.
- Did you find her medical records?
Nothing so far.
Her mandibular fracture
was surgically treated...
...by a closed reduction, so there should
be records of that surgery.
Yeah, in Delaware.
Tracy's name popped up
in a state police report.
- She was treated in an emergency room.
- For a domestic?
No. Motor-vehicle accident.
T- boned by a truck.
- So Hank didn't break her jaw.
- I got more.
Vessel records confirm Hank was
offshore when his wife was killed.
Well, someone
with some kind of training...
...implanted the fertilized egg in Tracy.
It's not exactly a do-it-yourself.
The undigested teal capsule
in her stomach...
...had 1000 micrograms of folate in it.
That's a prescription prenatal vitamin.
We find the supplier,
we find the doctor they were supplied to.
Mm-hm.
- Hey, uh, how you doing?
- Hey.
- You two dating?
- Look, your brother asked to shadow me.
Gear up for the detectives' test.
Why didn't you ask me?
Because he's a sergeant now?
I got promoted,
but nothing has changed.
- Yeah, plus we got boundary issues.
- Yeah, boundary issues.
- What boundary issues?
- Come on.
Hey, speaking of that,
have you seen this?
Ma's having a yard sale tomorrow.
What?
- Oh, read the fine print.
At my house? Come on.
Oh, hey. BPD know
you blocked off half my street?
What was I supposed to do? Dad's having
a competing yard sale at the house.
- What a jerk.
- Try to be nice?
I'm always nice.
What a fabulous idea it is
to have a yard sale at my house.
Why don't you just bring down
all the horrible gifts I've ever given you?
And you can just sell them.
Come on, Ma.
I'm sorry. How can I help?
Start pricing.
Ladies, ladies,
I specifically said, no early birds.
How much for these?
Uh, two dollars.
- How about 50 cents?
- That thing is nicer than my car.
It probably converts into a tractor trailer.
Two bucks.
What?
What'd I say?
- You're not very good at sales.
- That stroller cost 300 bucks, easy.
Uh, one thousand forty-nine ninety-nine.
Oh, and how do we know that?
Maura?
- Have you been shopping for baby stuff?
- No.
No, I was online, buying a necklace,
and the baby store was just a click away...
...so I was looking.
Well, stop. You don't have a baby.
Ugh, yet.
Trust me, I did a lot of babysitting.
Babies aren't accessories.
I do not think they're accessories.
- Do you like that?
- Well, it's...
- I mean, I'm surprised that it's-
- Surprised it's still here, right?
That somebody hasn't snatched it up.
Beautiful, huh?
Yes. It's unusual. It's, um...
- Who's the artist?
- Me.
Wow.
It's a landscape. It's our backyard,
and those are the two swings.
I was gonna ask for 5.
Hundred?
It's priceless. Yes. Let me.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Lot of stuff.
I know.
Thanks. Thanks, Maura.
What can I do?
Um, you can take this to the toy table
over there.
No. No. Heh.
Guardian Chogokin. Oh, my God.
- I'll give you 100 bucks for it.
- Sold. Really, I'm not good at sales?
- One twenty.
- It's not ITB.
"In the box. "
More valuable, the less it's played with.
You know, he is a steal at 120,
Detective Frost.
Hmm. Heh.
Show-off.
Thank you.
Oh, no, no, no.
Chogokin goes in the "keep" pile.
Frankie, that doll has been
in the basement for 20 years.
It's not a doll. It's an action figure.
Give me it, Frost.
Whoa, whoa.
- I just bought this.
- Frankie, stop it. Frost, take the doll.
- Action figure.
- Whatever. All right?
We're here to help Ma, not take a trip
down toy lane with you two.
- Dr. Isles.
- Yeah, Frankie, help your family.
No, no, let me see that. Come here.
Thank you.
The crime lab just isolated the dyes
used in Tracy's prenatal vitamins.
They were custom-designed
for a fertility clinic on Beacon Hill.
Pretty busy for a Saturday.
Looks like there's a lot of money
in making babies.
- Hi. Can I help you?
- Uh, yes, we're-
As one of the fertility specialists here,
I just have to tell you...
...that biracial couples
make the most beautiful babies.
No, no, no. We're-
Uh, we're Boston Homicide
and we are investigating a murder.
We need to speak
to your clinic's director.
Oh, uh, Dr. Hanson. He's with a patient.
We really need to speak to him.
Okay. Follow me.
Alrighty.
- You want kids, Frost?
- Yeah, but I'm in no rush. Ha, ha.
Tony Randall had one at 77, right?
Yeah, but Tony didn't do all that much.
I think it was more the 27-year-old wife.
Yeah. Go, Tony.
Heh. Ugh.
- What's with the footwear?
Hmm.
Thank you.
I'm Dr. Hanson, how can I help you?
We need to know
if Tracy Kelly was a patient here.
- May I ask what this is regarding?
- We're investigating her murder.
We have reason to believe
that she was treated at your clinic.
Hmm.
I'm sorry, I don't recognize her.
Randi, my nurse, has most of the
contact with our prospective parents.
If you'll excuse me,
I have a client waiting.
"Clients"? Really?
Do you recognize her?
Uh, hmm.
We have so many.
She doesn't seem familiar.
Her name was Tracy Kelly.
She was 34 weeks pregnant.
She was taking prenatal vitamins
provided by this clinic.
Ah, I wonder why she doesn't seem
familiar. Maybe someone gave them to her?
A lot of our moms give away
unused stuff once they deliver.
- I'd like a list of your clients.
- Well, I'm sure you understand...
...our confidentiality policy
means I can't just give it to you.
- We can get a court order.
- That would be best.
And I am serious,
biracial couples, mm, such cute babies.
Thanks. We're good.
It must be hard
when your children grow up.
Well, they were the only thing
I was ever good at.
Oh, heh, that's not true.
What?
Jane said I wasn't a good mother?
No. No, no, no,
that's not what I meant.
I just meant that
you're great at lots of things...
...like cooking and cleaning.
You should see me with a baby.
- Hey, Korsak, wanna be a godfather?
- Would you knock it off?
- It quit being funny an hour ago.
- I've been working at home.
I got good news for you.
A match for the baby's DNA.
Went through two color cartridges
trying to print this.
- Put it through as an informant fee.
- Yeah, and get fired?
This guy, Mitch Tolliver,
doing time for a felony.
How is that good news,
that baby John Doe's daddy is a con?
Mitch is the evil twin.
This is his identical twin brother,
the good one. Jim.
Jim's a teacher. He and his wife
have been trying to have a kid.
I was never able to carry to term.
My eggs were fine and Jim is healthy,
but I just kept having miscarriages.
I'm sorry.
We had nearly given up hope.
On two teachers' salaries we didn't think
we could afford fertility treatments.
How did you afford Dr. Hanson?
He arranged for us to get
a second mortgage on our house.
Um, did Dr. Hanson introduce you
to the surrogate?
Yes. Uh, Tracy was a really nice girl.
She called all the time, made sure
that we had ultrasound photos.
That's our baby.
That's James Jr.
We, um- We were beside ourselves
when the clinic called...
...and told us
that Tracy had miscarried.
Mr. and Mrs. Tolliver,
your baby is still alive.
What?
Is your mother...?
Breast-feeding.
Your mother is the most wonderful
kangaroo volunteer.
I don't think I should be here.
My mother is a kangaroo?
Well, studies have shown
that neonates thrive...
...when there's skin-to-skin contact...
...so I arranged for your mom
to be a volunteer kangaroo.
And thanks to her,
baby John Doe's vitals have stabilized.
- She looks so happy.
- Yeah.
I bet she looked that happy
holding you.
That's your son.
That's him? That's our baby?
You can go in
as soon as the court awards custody.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
- Thank you. Heh.
- Congratulations.
I can't believe he's still alive.
We have a son.
They named him James Jr.
Hi.
Hey, Korsak.
Jane, we got a problem.
Detective Rizzoli,
these are the Paysons.
- Hi.
- Hi. Nice to meet you.
- Hi.
- They came looking for baby John Doe.
We're his parents.
I'm sorry, but we're going to need
to do some DNA testing.
- Why?
- Because there is another family...
...claiming that this is their baby,
as well.
You know, I can clear that right up.
He's not our biological child,
but he's ours.
We arranged a legal adoption
through Dream Babies.
What were you told about
the birth parents?
That the mother was young
and single...
...and didn't have the means
to care for a child.
But, um, we do.
We want to be parents.
And then when we found Russell, uh,
our prayers were answered. Heh.
- And how did you find this Russell?
Online.
In fact, most of the arrangements
were made that way.
We just met with him once
to sign the paperwork.
- You paid $75,000?
- Half of the private adoption fee.
We paid the attorney's fees
and the mother's expenses. It's all legal.
And you started the adoption process
two weeks ago?
Well, we'd been disappointed
so many times.
I just, uh- I just couldn't stand
waiting anymore.
Ugh, when Russell showed us
Tracy's picture, I-
We were happy to pay.
Then Russell stopped
returning our phone calls...
...and we saw Tracy's photo
in the newspaper.
It's so awful.
Uh...
Is the baby all right?
I mean, is he, um...? Is he with someone?
Is someone holding him?
Where is he?
Where's our baby?
Call me with the results.
Just doesn't seem fair.
All a blood test tells us is who
baby John Doe's biological parents are.
How else you gonna do it,
King Solomon? You can't cut him in half.
Well, you could find out
who would make the better parents.
You got a test for that?
- Ugh, this is a mess.
- Who killed her?
I can tell you who the father is.
Jim Tolliver.
- Oh, good. He had kind eyes. Okay.
- But the mother is not Linda Tolliver.
- So who is it?
I don't know.
- And we're back to a mess.
- We know Tracy needs money.
She has no skills.
So she offers herself as a surrogate
to Dr. Hanson.
- He implants an egg.
- Fertilized by Mr. Tolliver.
And then Russell "the lawyer"
brings Hanson the Paysons...
...with their bigger checkbook.
Hanson resells the baby-
Heh, check this out.
Here's our Dr. Hanson.
And here is private-adoption attorney
Russell Dempsey.
Same guy.
Huh.
Doctor-slash-attorney-slash-con man.
Good scam.
I hear someone in distress.
You hear that?
That is so old-school.
Don't you have any other tricks?
- Anybody smell gas?
- That's better, sergeant?
- Would you rather wait for a warrant?
- Why don't we just go in?
Police. Anybody here?
I'll go check the back offices.
Looks like they all got out of dodge.
Not all of them.
Dr. Hanson.
He's dead.
Looks like he's been stabbed.
He's not the only thing dead in here.
Watch yourself.
What are we stepping in?
- Somebody's dreams.
A lot of people's dream babies.
- Same knife?
- Wounds are consistent...
...with the knife that killed Tracy.
I can't be sure until I have the knife.
Oh, yeah. I knew I forgot something.
It's... Maura, if I had the knife,
I wouldn't be asking.
This was a more frenzied attack.
Nine stab wounds
around the chest area.
So the person who did this
was pretty pissed off.
Ugh, can you imagine all these desperate
people who wanna be parents...
...put their faith in this phony doctor?
Crime techs have logged thousands
of couples' sperm, eggs, and embryos.
Okay, I gotta go to the BRIC.
- I'll call you later.
- Yeah.
Your brother's really good at this.
I had him go over
the surveillance from the clinic.
- I went through 2000 hours of footage.
- Living the dream, Frankie.
Yeah, well, I found the victim,
Tracy, and the guy.
- You know who that is?
- Hanson.
- Whatever he's saying is upsetting her.
- Yeah, he's real good at this.
You mean because she's crying?
- See why I didn't wanna learn from you?
- Will you kids knock it off? Look at this.
Hanson and our victim
look like lovers.
Maybe they were.
Maybe that's why they're both dead.
So Hank was jealous.
That's a strong motive.
But you wouldn't know it
from his e-mails to Tracy. Listen.
"You're my heart. I miss you.
I hate this job. I hate leaving you. "
What's Tracy gonna say? "Dear Hank,
I got a job as a walking womb"?
Heh, stop, come on.
Oh, hey. Oh, look at this.
This was e-mailed to Hank
the night Tracy was murdered.
Sent anonymously.
You got any more for me to do?
Yeah. Cell phone provider sent us...
...Dr. Hanson's deleted
voicemail messages. Start listening.
I know Guardian Chogokin
is in your drawer.
He's going for $500 on eBay.
You ripped off my mother.
He doesn't even have the sword, man.
Okay, okay, you know what?
If it gets you to shut it,
I'll give your mom the 380.
- He wasn't for sale.
- Can you fight over the doll...
...after we've solved this murder?
Action figure.
Hank's got a good alibi. His boat was
out to sea the day Tracy was murdered.
Vessel logs put it a mile off the coast
of New Brunswick. Says Hank was on it.
- They give a list of the equipment?
- Why?
Commercial fishing boats
have to carry survival craft.
There. Sixteen-foot RIB
with a 25-horse egg-beater.
Well, thank you, Popeye,
but what does that mean?
It's a rigid inflatable boat.
A very fast motorized dinghy.
He could've gotten to shore in half
an hour. It's a six hour drive to Boston.
Just enough time to kill his wife
and then get back to his boat.
You lied.
You knew your wife was pregnant.
You wanna tell us
what else you lied about?
Look, I didn't say anything
because I knew it would look bad.
Yeah, it looks bad.
I waited for her at our house.
She never came home.
So I drove back to New Brunswick.
You took a dinghy a mile through
choppy water, drove 400 miles...
...and then just turned around when
you couldn't find your unfaithful wife?
Yeah, jury's not gonna like that alibi.
Look, I know it sounds crazy...
...but I love Tracy.
I would have forgiven her.
- Hey, can I see you for a sec?
- Yeah, sure.
I must have listened
to 300 phone messages.
You hear me complaining?
TRACY
Hi, it's Tracy Kelly.
I told you, I only did this
so my husband could quit his job.
He's the Tollivers' baby.
Please, can you all stop calling me?
She was trying to reunite with Hank.
She became a surrogate
to bring him back home.
Why didn't she tell him?
She might still be alive.
Play that last part again.
Please, can you all stop calling me?
Who else was calling her? And why?
I wanna look through
the clinic's medical records.
Damn, there's a lot of women
who want kids.
Hmm. Men too, Korsak. You know what
bugs me about this whole thing?
You know what it takes
to get these eggs?
This a trick question?
Months of painful shots
and surgical extractions.
- Well, the fathers go through stuff too.
- What, two minutes with a magazine?
There's nothing fun about doing it
with a magazine.
Well, depends on the magazine,
right? Ha, ha.
Really? Really?
Hey, Frost, you remember
that nurse we met, Randi Gordon?
The one who said
we'd make beautiful babies together?
She helped herself
to Jim Tolliver's sperm.
- Is that legal?
No.
It's an employee five-finger discount.
Whoa. Records show three IVF procedures
for Randi at the clinic.
None of them took.
Clear.
Well, she was definitely getting ready
for the surrogacy stork.
Uh, Jane?
- Yeah?
I think I found...
Wow.
She thought of everything.
She faked nine months of pregnancy
so nobody would bat an eye...
...when she showed up with a baby.
Okay, uh, let's issue a BOLO
on Randi Gordon.
I want somebody watching that baby.
Hey, where are you?
- Uh, why do you ask?
- Thank God you're terrible at lying.
- You're playing mommy kangaroo.
- How did you know?
Do not let that baby out of your sight.
I'm on my way, okay?
No phones in the NICU.
- Oh, um, Jane, I have to go.
Um, I'm so sorry.
I'm a kangaroo care volunteer.
Hi.
Shh.
Okay.
I should feel a surge of prolactin.
I think that's it.
No, that's oxytocin.
I'll take the baby.
It's time for his feeding.
Can I feed him?
Here we go.
We're gonna say hi to Jane.
Okay.
- Hi.
Hey.
You wanna feed him?
- What's wrong?
- I'm just glad he's okay.
Uh, excuse me, can you call your head of
security, please? I need to speak to him.
Here. You go ahead and hold him
while you tell me what's going on.
- Maura.
- Come on, here you go.
It'll help calm you down.
- No. Oh, no.
Hold on.
- There you go.
- He's so...
- ... less blue.
- Heh.
- Can you feel it?
- Feel what?
A surge of oxytocin,
the mothering hormone.
Primates also secrete it
during sexual intercourse.
Maura.
Take the baby.
Give him to me. Give him to me.
- No, please don't hurt this baby.
- Maura, don't.
His parents wanted him so badly.
They're not his parents.
I am his mother.
You used your egg
and Jim Tolliver's sperm...
...and you watched that baby grow
in Tracy Kelly's womb.
- I would have paid her.
- Tracy didn't want your money.
She wanted the Tollivers
to have this baby.
That's when you decided to kill her
and frame her husband.
He's my baby. Give him to me.
You planned on killing Tracy,
didn't you?
You're a nurse. You knew you had
three minutes to get that baby out.
- My baby! I'm his mother!
- Maura!
Drop it. Drop that scalpel now!
I will shoot you, I swear. Drop it.
Do it now!
Get security up to NICU. Now!
Why do women fake pregnancies?
All sorts of reasons.
Pain over infertility, denial,
attention-seeking.
Couldn't believe it
when you put yourself between...
...nurse whack-job Randi and the baby.
It was...
Well, you protected him too.
Well, I mean, I just never really saw you
as the maternal type, you know.
- You didn't?
- No.
I've always seen you
as the maternal type.
Are you lying?
Yes.
I hope you get hives.
Oh, the clay will prevent
a histamine reaction. Ha, ha.
Wasn't it wonderful to see
Mrs. Tolliver holding the baby?
She didn't care whose egg or sperm
was responsible.
Yes, it was wonderful.
Now, please be quiet.
- I'm trying to enjoy my dirt bath.
- Clay.
Shh. Shh. Shh.
- I'm sorry, did you just shush me?
- Yes. Shh. Where is my lemon water?
- Why do you get to keep on talking?
- Lemon water, please.
Maura, stop.
- Ha-ha-ha.
- I'm not kidding. Stop it.
- You stop it.
- You stop- Oh.
Stop it, or they're gonna charge us
for the robes again.
- Maura.
Ha-ha-ha.