Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 2, Episode 7 - Bloodlines - full transcript

Kill her.
Kill her.

Die.

She must die.
Kill her.

No!

Kill her.
She must die.

You're wicked.

Burn her.
Burn her.

Burn everything.

Die.

Okay. Egg whites for you, doc,
and house special for you, hon.

Thanks, hon.



Uh...

Okay, you know what?

At work, make normal pancakes.

I'd love bunny pancakes.

Do not encourage her.

So we're clear,
no zoo-animal shapes at work.

Rabbits are not zoo animals.

Well, except for the Washington pygmy,
which is being bred in captivity.

Talk about breeding, I could make
bunny pancakes for grandchildren.

- Mom.
Uh-oh.

You know what that means.

Drop a fork, expect a female visitor.

- Are you still menstruating, Mrs. Rizzoli?
- What-? Maura? God, no.

Other kind of visitor. The person kind.



She's very superstitious, my mother.

She believes in all that stuff
about cats and umbrellas and ladders.

Had me convinced I was gonna
paralyze her if I stepped on a crack.

"Step on a crack,
break your mother's back. "

- You believed that?
- I was 5.

Don't you have other customers?

Oh, my God, what is she doing here?

- Who's that?
- Frankie's ex.

Looks like your mother likes her.

No, that would be
her "I can't stand you" hug.

She's too polite to call her the word
that rhymes with "witch. "

- Bitch?
- Shh!

Jane, look who I found.

- Teresa, how you doing?
- Jane.

Wow.

Yeah.
- Long time.

What are you doing here
at Boston Police Headquarters?

Just moved back to town.

And you just thought
you'd pop by the police department?

Job application.

Ah, you're being fingerprinted?

It's mandatory for everyone applying.

Sure, sure. Especially for people
who have other people...

...co-sign a car loan,
and then default on that loan.

Good seeing you too, Jane.

See you around.

Wow. You just gave her
your "I can't stand you" hug.

Sheesh, uncomfortable.

Want uncomfortable?
Try paying off Teresa's car loan.

She skips town
and leaves you holding the bag.

You should've
had her fingerprinted first.

No, not me. Frankie.
That's the love of his life.

- She's very symmetrical.
- Excuse me?

Studies have shown that women
who have symmetrical features...

- ... are the most attractive to men.
- You're not helping.

Rizzoli.

Okay, I'll be right there.

Yummy.

Teresa's back to get
her manipulative claws in Frankie.

Maybe she came by
to pay back the car loan. People change.

Yeah, that's it. Maybe she
added seven years of interest.

- What do we got?
- It was set in the middle of the night.

Did you find an ID?
No.

We can't even, hmm, tell
if it's male or female.

- Why don't you get a closer look there?
- Mm-mm.

- Huh? Ha-ha-ha.
- Mm-mm.

Hmm, that's interesting.

We might have to do a full autopsy
before I can tell the gender.

No. That's definitely male.

Oh, no. The less pronounced
supraorbital ridges indicate female.

Yes. Okay,
so our victim was definitely female.

That is not fair.

So an accelerant was used.

Not gasoline. Lighter fluid, maybe?

Variation on pugilistic pose indicates
her wrists and ankles were bound.

I think she died right here.
No sign of drag marks.

You think she was alive
when she was set on fire?

I know, I know.
You need time and endless tests.

One thing's for sure,
we're not gonna get any fingerprints.

Hmm.

Pine scent. It's right where
a jacket pocket would be.

Think she was wearing air freshener?

No. I think it might be amber.

What's the shiny thing?

Hmm.

Fixed-bearing prosthesis.
It's a titanium joint.

It's a knee replacement.

We don't need fingerprints.
We got a serial number.

Thanks.

Manufacturer shipped the knee joint
to a Boston orthopedic.

They're checking patient records.
Should have a name any second.

Hey.
- Hey.

We're ID'ing our victim
by her knee replacement.

Cool.

- So how's everything?
- Good.

Anything new today?

Nope. Not a thing.

She here to see you?

- Who?
- You know who.

You guys want some privacy?

Because my sister's butting into
my business?

You were meeting with Teresa.

- If you guys are gonna fight-
- She was here getting fingerprinted.

It's none of your business.

- Did she pay you back for that Camry?
- Also not your business.

- You bought a car for a chick?
Mm-hm.

- Dumb, bro.
- Excuse me, bro?

We scraped him off the ceiling every time
Hurricane Teresa blew into his life.

Oh, you wanna go there? Fine.
Let's talk about Steve Sanner.

- Who was Steve Sanner?
- No one.

Oh.

She was nuts about him.

She started wearing dresses.

You should've heard her on the phone.

"Hi, Steve.

- I'm, like, good. You? Ha-ha-ha. "
- Ha-ha-ha.

Oh, hello.

Implant belonged to Helen Downey, 43.

So she's got a license but no car.

She lived in Hyde Park. Close to where
we found her. Let's go check it out.

Bro.

Car?

You need to put your shoulder into it.

Please, show me.

That's the new guy's job.

I've been the new guy for two years.

I will tell you
when you're not the new guy anymore.

No sign of struggle.
Helen wasn't taken by force.

What is that smell?

Kitty litter box. Needs changing.

Kitty. Kitty, kitty, kitty.

Pretty little kitty, kitty. Ha.

Oh, no. No, I don't like black cats.

It's not a black thing.
It's just- It's your cat baby talk.

Hello, Worthington.
You're a good boy. Poor guy.

- She painted his nails pink?
- No, they're nail caps.

- Keep you from tearing the furniture.
- Hmm.

That to me says
that Worthington was an inside cat.

Epicurean cat. Pampered too.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, this cat's hungry.
He's been alone for at least 24 hours.

It's walking distance to the clearing.

So Helen knew her killer
and met him there.

Not much of a social butterfly,
that Helen. Didn't do much entertaining.

Boxes of historical records.

This goes back to-

Man, look at this, 1690.
Looks original.

She kept everything. Piles of mail too.

I'll get Crime Scene Response
to bring it in.

- Hey. Where does this go? It's locked.
- Hey, new guy.

If I end up on disability, it's on you.

Of course,
like that looks like disability.

Oh, this reminds me
of The Devil's Rejects.

- Ever see that one?
I hate horror films.

- Haven't you got enough on your mind?
Hmm. You're missing out.

- Ever see zombies invade Boston?
- You can't look at a dead body...

...but you can watch zombies
chew their own arms off?

- Hey, Maura.
Crime lab identified the substance...

...in Helen's pocket.

Fossilized tree resin. Amber.

Okay, that's great,
but I'm a little busy right now.

Oh, you gotta see this.

Can you see what we're looking at?

That table looks like an altar.

That looks like a human skull.

Mm-hm.

- I have Helen's cause of death.
- What was it? Did she die by curse?

No. I found soot lining her airway,
edema in her lung tissue.

Maura, is it possible that Helen Downey
was burned at the stake?

Why?

Because I think
Helen Downey was a witch.

It's blood, right?
I don't know yet.

Why rush all the way over here if you're
gonna take as long as in your lab?

- Can you hover somewhere else?
- Somebody did get a visitor today.

Look at all these weird things.
I had crazy Wiccan neighbors.

Aggressive bunch.
Took all the parking spaces.

Do you think Helen
was a Wiccan witch?

Ha-ha.
Wicca is a neo-pagan religion.

Its practitioners use white magic
to bring about good.

Altar doesn't look like
it's up to anything good.

I agree. It suggests a darker,
more traditional form of witchcraft.

I don't even wanna know
how you know that.

Phenolphthalein test
indicates it is blood.

- Human?
- This is an altar, not a crime lab.

These bones have holes in them.
- Perforations.

This is from an articulated skeleton.

Connected,
like, for a science classroom?

Yes. It's perfectly legal.
You can buy it on eBay.

You can't buy bowls of blood
on eBay.

Those who practice dark arts give blood
to use in spells.

Again, never tell me
how you know this.

Black is used to cast an evil spell.

Is that hair and fingernails?

Hmm.

- A love spell.
- Ugh.

- Helen never heard of online dating?
- Ha-ha-ha.

What's this for?

Amber. It's used to ward off disease.

The same stuff that we found on Helen.
Okay, what is she doing to this guy?

Angelica root. It's used for protection.

So we've got evil, healing, love
and protection.

Adds up to one weird victim.

You had to take a witch's cat?

I'm fostering Baretta
until he can find a home.

- Baretta?
- He didn't wanna go through life...

...as Worthington.

Hmm, he tell you that?
What else he tell you?

He eats saut?ed chicken livers?
Likes down pillows?

Leave him alone.
He's the sweetest cat in the world.

Helen collected genealogies.

Look at these family trees.

John Proctor, William Hobbs.

This is incredible. Look at the date,
1692.

- When the Salem witch trials began.
- Maybe Helen descended from witches.

Take history at Southie High? Puritans
persecuted anybody who was different.

Yeah, witchcraft was a felony,
punishable by death.

This is cool too. It's a deed of trust from
the land where we found Helen's body.

It's been modified,
but the original date is 1680.

The land where Helen was killed
belonged to her family.

Three acres in Hyde Park?
What's that worth?

A lot.
She could've used the money too.

She was behind in her rent.

Helen was a descendent
of William and Mary Warrick.

Early settlers of Salem.

Land was passed
through all these generations.

Slaves came with it back in the day.

Good times in colonial Boston.

Hey,
women were considered property.

What are you looking at me for?
I don't even have a cleaning lady.

What's with the letters?

All from the same guy.
A real-estate agent. Robert Cranston.

Cranston?

Hi, I'm Robert Cranston
and if you have real estate...

The guy that's getting the evil curse.

He's a real-estate developer...

...who's been buying up all the land
around Helen's property.

- What for?
- He's building a monster mall there.

He offered Helen $3 million
for her land.

So he owns all the parcels,
except Helen's.

Lone holdout. Looks like Helen kept him
from building his mall.

That cost him. You have a will yet?

- Nope.
Okay.

She's not married, no will.

Maybe Cranston can't get her land
unless he kills her.

Well, that would be an offer
she couldn't refuse.

Appreciate you coming in.

I don't have a lot of time.

Going to need to know where you
were Saturday. Day and night.

In Worcester. Grand opening celebration
of my newest gated community.

And then I was asleep at my hotel.
Check. You'll see.

- Could you turn that off, please?
- It's business. I do a lot of it.

- Did you ever meet with Helen Downey?
- Once. That was enough. She's nuts.

Because she wouldn't sell to you?

I offered her 3 million
for that weed patch.

Double what it was worth.
She said it was sacred.

Why did she think it was sacred?

Something to do with her ancestors.

Witches. Who knows? Whack job.

We're investigating
Helen Downey's murder.

- Am I under arrest?
- No.

Then I know both my rights
and my way out.

Too bad we can't hold him
for being a sleaze bag.

A guy that rich
wouldn't dirty his hands.

Yeah, probably not.
He'd hire somebody.

I'll check out his alibi, run background
checks on his employees.

The blood didn't belong to Helen.

Any chance we'll get a DNA hit?

Possibly. I'm still waiting on the results
from the fingernails and hair.

Did you find anything to confirm
that Helen was crazy?

Korsak said that the real estate
developer claims she was a nut bar.

But, you know, the genetics of mental
illnesses are far more complex...

...than the genetics of many
of the rare, single-gene diseases.

Yes or no. Perfectly good answers.

No.

I'm going as fast as I can.

- Three sandwiches? That's a big lunch.
- Yeah, I'm meeting some people.

Is that why
you're wearing all that cologne?

It's quite lovely. Hints of orange,
blended with notes of cedar...

...and verbena.

Yeah. Thanks.

- Ma, I gotta run.
Okay.

See you. Bye. Enjoy.

Where's he off to?

A picnic at the public gardens.

- Is it with Teresa?
- Oh, I hope not.

I mean, how could he not remember
how much pain she put me through?

You?
Ma, he was depressed for months...

...when she found a new guy
and dumped him on his ass. Again.

- I remember.
- That can be quite serious.

Broken heart syndrome,
also known as stress cardiomyopathy.

It can cause rapid and severe
heart muscle weakness.

Oh, my God.
You've gotta do something.

- You see him?
- No.

- It's hot, and I smell like a french fry.
- That's because we're in direct sunlight.

I know that, 007. That's why I'm hot.

You feel that? Ventilation fan.

- Hmm, magic.
- No.

Solar panels on the roof of my car.

They automatically generate
enough electricity to cool us off.

- How green.
- Isn't it?

Does it get rid of french-fry smell?

How is it you can't lie...

...but can talk me into spying
on my brother?

We're not spying. We're not.

We are gathering data
to test a hypothesis.

The first step of scientific inquiry.

Nice try.
We, you and I, are snooping, meddling.

We are sticking our noses
where they do not belong.

Oh, my God.

I've just turned into my mother.

Hypothesis confirmed.

I would recognize that cheap dye job
anywhere.

It's Korsak.

- Rizzoli.
- And Isles.

We found Helen Downey's will.

She left her land to three people.
They all live in Old Salem.

Sending you the photos now.

See the goofball with all the piercings?

Yeah.

Grayson Bennett, 33.

Who's the beautiful one
with the lip stud?

Sage Molette, 29.
And the young one is Sabrina Scott.

Sabrina is a very old Welsh name.

It's also a name of the teenage witch.

All three of them work
at The Spellbox.

Uh, that's an occult store.

What? You shop there?

I've bought gifts.

Who-?

Gotta go.

- Hi. What are you doing here?
- You followed me.

We did.
But we're just testing a hypothesis.

- We are not snooping.
- Oh, really? What's your hypothesis?

If I meet Teresa for lunch,
it's your business?

No, determine
whether you're getting back together.

Please stop talking.

Hypotheses require rigorous testing.
It's-

- You wanna know what I'm doing?
- No.

Fine.

This is my daughter.

Lily, say hi to your Aunt Jane.

- Hi.
- Hello.

You want a french fry?

No.
My mom says they make you look fat.

Lily is adorable. She looks like Frankie.

Yeah, she's really cute...

...and innocent, unlike her mother.

My gut says Teresa's broke and she's
using her kid to get Frankie back.

Paternity is very easy to check.

Oh, sure, Maura.
I'll just ask Lily for a little saliva.

We got a lot of work to do.
Let's get to Salem.

- They call it "City of Peace" now.
- That's very nice of them...

...since they put 19 innocent people
to death in the witch trials.

Salem was my favorite field trip.
I've been there six times.

I can't believe she's gone.

What was your relationship
to Helen Downey?

We were members of the same coven.

Make sure to get the names
of the other nine.

- What?
- Coven.

The Middle English word for "convent. "
It's an assembly of 13 witches.

Are there 13 members of your coven?

Only four, but Helen was working
on building our membership.

We're hereditary witches.

- That means-
- Six field trips. I got this.

That means you inherited your practices
and rituals and magic from ancestors.

That explains all the genealogy stuff
we found at Helen's.

Mm-hm.

Would it surprise you to know that Helen
named three of you in her will?

No. We were her family.

There's only a photo of you
on her altar.

It seems she was attempting
a love spell.

Were you ever involved with Helen?

Yes. But I realized
for our coven to function...

...each of our lives
had to be equally intertwined.

Did you all intertwine
in Helen's basement?

We performed rituals. Yes.

Okay, we're gonna need
to collect DNA samples from you.

I'm gonna need to swab the inside
of your mouths, if that's all right.

Also, do any of you
recognize this man?

It's the Reverend William Scott.

Scott.

That's your last name, isn't it?

- Is he your father?
- Yes.

Were you aware that Helen
had cast a protective spell against him?

My father wasn't happy
that I'd joined.

Did your father ever make any threats
against Helen?

He would never hurt anyone.
He's a man of God.

Man of God.

Same men who've persecuted us
for hundreds of years.

Know anyone
that would want Helen dead?

You know what?
Why don't we just ask Helen?

Because Helen's dead.

I think he means a s?ance.

We'll have one tonight at her home.

You're welcome to attend.

S?ance. Whatever happened
to a good old-fashioned interrogation?

Oh, come on, it'll be fun.
Like traveling to Borneo.

Investigative work
is not supposed to be fun.

That's why they call it "work. "
Borneo? Really?

My work is fun.

- Think Frankie told your mom?
- No way.

Did you hear the good news?
I'm a grandmother.

- Isn't it wonderful?
- Okay, Ma, slow down, all right?

Isn't she adorable?

She uses a napkin,
and she chews with her mouth closed.

Unlike her mother.

Listen, Lily can't help it
if her mother is a bit-

Uh, a bit flaky.

Look, let's let bygones be bygones.

It's healthy
to move past old grievances.

No one asked you,
and I'm not ready...

...to withdraw my grievances
against Teresa.

Dr. Isles, could I possibly trouble you
to host a little family get-together?

- No.
- Of course.

Thank you.

- What was that?
- Hospitality.

No, Miss Butt-insky.
That was butting in.

- Oh, hey.
- Hey.

- Got Helen's phone records.
- Oh.

The reverend called her
hundreds of times the last six months.

So he was harassing Helen.

Helen convinced my daughter
she had inherited mystical powers.

How'd she do that?

Helen found Sabrina,
showed her our family ancestry.

My daughter didn't know
that we are related to Sara Good.

The Sara Good?

Who was put to death for witchcraft
in 1692?

You don't believe your ancestor
was a witch, do you?

I know that Sara Good
was a devil worshipper.

That's what Helen was too.

She made my daughter
reject her faith and her family.

- Well, that must've made you angry.
- Yes.

And it also broke my heart.

In her restraining order, Sabrina said
you tried to abduct her.

I hired a de-programmer.

I was trying to get her away
from those that were leading her astray.

- Can you blame me?
- Only if you killed Helen Downey.

As God as my witness, I did not.

Don't go anywhere.
We may need to speak to you again.

Okay. Let's put someone on him 24/7.

He gives me the creeps too.

Ugh. What is she doing?

A feeding ritual.

In the Hua society of New Guinea,
feeding and sexual intercourse...

...are believed
to transfer the vital essence, Nu.

I'm leaving
if sexual intercourse is next.

- I'm not.
- Me, either.

We call upon the powers that be...

...to open a doorway
to the other side...

...and allow us to conjure, stir
and summon the spirit of Helen Downey.

I don't like this.

It's okay.
If you get scared, you can hold my hand.

Helen, are you with us?

"Fig. "

Ooh. Spooky.

I just had one in your honor, Helen.

She loved figs.

No kidding?

No, Maura, no kidding.

Helen, do you know who killed you?

Yes.

How reliable is that thing?

I am your vessel.
Tell me, who killed you, Helen?

My killer is near.

Uh-oh.

- Helen said her killer was near.
- Really? "Helen said"?

- You're right. That sounded a little silly.
- A little?

I don't suppose you've heard
of the ideomotor effect?

Sure. That's when idiots pretend
to talk to the dead.

Unconscious muscular actions
in response to a thought or idea.

It could be why the board moved.

Fake. Phony. Like Teresa.

Who I now get to watch chew
with her mouth open, thanks to you.

Okay, it's heavy.

Okay, Frankie,
you get to do the honors.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Wow, Ma's never let anybody
but Pa cut the meat before.

Well, now that Frankie's a father.

We don't know that, Maura.

So how'd the job interview go?

Good. They said they'll let me know
by end of the week.

So are you looking
into the food-service industries?

Heh. I haven't worked
in a fast-food restaurant in years.

- I'm in medicine now.
- Medicine? Really?

I'm a nurse. Oh, nurses' aide.

Wow, that's great.

So, you, like, change sheets
and empty bedpans? That sort of stuff?

- I'm getting certified.
That's wonderful.

I'm sure
you're a very nurturing person.

Yeah, that's what we've always said
about her. Isn't that right, Ma?

Hmm? We sure did.

Would you like a potato?

So, uh, what brings you back to Boston?

I wanted my daughter
to have some stability.

Be around family, you know?

- Of course. Family is the-
How are your parents?

Jane.

Thank you.

Wow, Lily. My goodness.
You are so grown-up.

- How old are you?
- Seven.

Seven? Wow, you are almost as old
as your mommy's Camry.

- Jane, come help me in the kitchen.
- I'm not finished.

- This will just take a second.
- Hey, Frankie, get me some more wine.

- Lily, would you like some more milk?
- Yes, please.

I'll get it for you, baby.

She is so well-mannered.

Uh-huh.

- That's the mother of my child.
- You sure?

She's always taken advantage of you,
lied to you, cheated on you.

- Can you stop?
- No.

I can't stand to see this happen.
Not to you. And not to that little girl.

Lily is not some car you can buy
with Teresa.

She deserves to know the truth
and so do you.

You are really lucky
there's company around.

Frankie, come on. Come here.

Yeah, Frost. What's up?

What? When?

All right, we'll be right there.

What's the matter?

We gotta go.
Another witch got attacked.

- Get your purse.
- What?

Get your purse.

Oh, my God, I'm going straight to hell.
I'm stealing a sippy cup.

Go to the car. Go.

Hi. Do we know what happened?

Sabrina was alone, closing out
the register, when she was attacked.

- Robbery?
- Don't think so. Money's still there.

She was lucky. If not for that sculpture,
she would've been crushed.

I wanna talk to her.
- She's pretty shook up.

Hi, Sabrina. You remember me?
I'm Detective Rizzoli.

I'm a doctor. I can check her out.

Hi, Sabrina.

Can you follow my light
with your eyes?

Can you tell us what happened?

I don't know.

Do you remember
how the bookcase fell over?

Someone pushed it onto me.

Did you see who that was?

No, I heard a voice.

Was it a male or a female voice?

What did the voice say?

"Thou shalt not suffer a witch
to live. "

She needs a CAT scan.

Bookcase weighs hundreds of pounds.
Somebody strong must've pushed it.

How'd they get in?

Door was locked.
Police officers had to break in.

Helen the witch is burned alive.

Sabrina almost gets crushed to death.

Maybe this is a witch hunt.

Real-estate hunt.
Look what I found by the cash register.

Well, well, well. Our sleaze bag
real-estate agent stopped by.

You said Helen's will divided her land
between the three coven members.

Cranston was trying
to get all three to sell?

If he was, my money's on Grayson.

Sabrina and Sage don't pee
without his permission.

He had the motive, muscle and keys
to this place.

Let's go find him.

Hey, new guy.

Boston Police!

Korsak.

You're the only other one with a key.

- Where did you go after the s?ance?
- No.

No, it's not me. I didn't do this.

I was in Needham
teaching a candle-making class.

Sabrina's dead, isn't she?

No, she's in the hospital.

They're trying to kill us.

It's as it was before,
burning, pressing, drowning.

- All means of execution for witches.
- There aren't any witches.

I'm scared.

I'm so scared.

Real-estate developer's
got a solid alibi.

- What about the reverend?
- Police says he never left his house.

We don't have enough to hold her.

You're free to go.
- No, no. Please.

Can I please stay here?

That's a first.

A suspect
who wants to spend the night.

I'm so afraid. Please.

Maybe we put her up in a hotel
until all this is over.

What about my cats?

Heh. Can't leave your cats.

You live in Salem, right?

We'll escort you, notify Salem police
to increase patrol in your neighborhood.

Thank you.

What makes people put all those holes
in their heads and in their-? Ugh.

Tongue and both nipples.

It's nothing new, though.

Roman centurions used to attach
their capes to nipple piercings.

Okay, that's good.

Perimortem bruising around his face,
his neck and his chest.

He was forcibly drowned?
Yes.

Skin and blood under fingernails.

To loosen his attacker's grip.
Might have killer's DNA.

I'll process it.

You happen to have a solvent...

...that'll dissolve the glue
on Baretta's plastic claws, huh?

Well, they're designed
to fall off eventually...

...but I can try slicing the caps off
with my scalpel.

- No.
- Well, I won't hurt him.

Okay. I don't suppose anybody's
gonna adopt him with pink claws.

Where is it, Maura?
Where's the princess cup?

- I should go.
- Let me cut the caps off.

Never mind. Pink's nice.

I know Jane took Lily's cup.
Where is it?

Don't be mad at Jane.
She just loves you.

What's your excuse?

Well, I have a bigger purse
and access to superior paternity testing.

Oh, yeah? Well, guess what?
I'm getting my own paternity test.

If Lily turns out to be mine, I-
I'm gonna be the dad she deserves.

- Jane is just gonna have to accept it.
- That's very admirable, Frankie.

Clearly, Teresa needs a good guy like you
in her life.

Well, I'm never getting back with Teresa.
It's about Lily now.

- Ma?
- Whoops.

Oh, I must've gotten lost.

Uh, what's that behind your back?

Nothing. Oh, Dr. Isles is working.
I better come back.

Oh, it's okay, I can still talk
while I analyze stomach contents.

What's this in the bag?

You gotta be kidding me.

I'm sorry, Frankie.
I have to know for your sake.

I have to talk to Jane.

Just got a breakthrough in this case.

You're welcome to stay here
and finish this argument.

Gee, thanks.

Jane, remember the figs
that Sage fed Grayson at the s?ance?

Yeah. It's put me off Fig Newtons
for life.

They're still in his stomach.

Signs of mastication,
but very little enzymatic or acid activity.

So he was dead
before they had time to digest?

The s?ance was at 6.

The figs were in his stomach
for no longer than an hour.

You're saying Grayson was killed
before Sabrina was attacked?

- Yes.
- And you found skin and blood...

- ... under his fingernails. DNA back?
- Not yet.

- Our killer will have defensive wounds.
- It wasn't Sage.

She didn't have a mark on her.

Frost, can you pull up a picture
of Sabrina?

Sabrina had abrasions on her face.

But I didn't see her arms.
She was wearing long sleeves.

I got crime scene photos
from Salem P.D.

Look at Sabrina's hands.

Okay, could those gouges be
from Grayson's fingernails?

It's possible.

So Sabrina
could have killed Grayson...

...and then staged her own attack
at The Spellbox.

How? Grayson was held under water.

Yeah. And those bookshelves
weigh hundreds of pounds.

Lab results are back
from the blood at the altar.

Helen's attempt at a healing spell.

- Who was she trying to heal?
- Sabrina's blood was in the bowl.

Anything in Sabrina's tox screen? Drugs
could explain this super-human strength.

If she was on PCP,
that would explain it.

No. There's no drugs in her system.

Well, something was wrong
with Sabrina.

Because Helen was trying to heal her.

Yeah.

Jane, I think you're right.

Sabrina's DNA results show...

...that chromosome 8 and 13
are at 8p22-p21 and 13q-

Later that same day...

Many of those accused of witchcraft
were suffering from mental disorders.

No.
You mean they weren't really witches?

Sabrina Scott was descended
from Sara Good.

Yes, one of the first women
put to death in Salem.

And Sara Good was probably suffering
from schizophrenia.

Which can be inherited?

Yes. And it usually strikes
in early adulthood.

It's characterized by hallucinations,
delusions, bizarre behavior.

Oh, God. Like thinking you're a witch.

Sabrina does have genetic markers
for the disease.

I've arrested schizophrenics
in the middle of a break.

They are crazy strong
and out of control, like being on PCP.

Hi. This is Detective Jane Rizzoli.

I need to put a security detail
on Sabrina Scott, please.

What? When?

Okay, thank you.

Sabrina checked out
of the hospital, AMA.

Against medical advice?

We gotta find Sabrina
before she gets to Sage.

All right, Korsak. Thanks a lot.

Sabrina's not at her apartment,
store, at her father's house.

All right. That was Salem Police.
They can't find Sage, either.

Sabrina's taken out two members
of her coven. She's not gonna stop.

Where would she be?

What caused her schizophrenic break
is this conflict...

...between her adoption of witchcraft
and her religious upbringing.

Okay, that's a "why," not a "where. "

She heard scripture during her attack
at the store.

That's it.

The voices in her head are telling her
to go back to her old faith.

Burn her.

- Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.
Burn her.

Suffer. Kill her, Sabrina.
Burn her.

Evil should be punished.
Evil must be destroyed.

Death to witches.

Sabrina, stop. Stop.

- Put the gas can down, okay?
- No! Do not try to stop me.

We must die by fire.

Put the torch down.
You don't have to do this.

She perceives a threat.
She's in the middle of a psychotic break.

I'm not gonna let her kill Sage.
Distract her. Talk to her.

Sabrina. Sabrina.

Death to witches.

Don't punish Sage
the way that you punished Helen.

Helen was a devil worshipper.

Grayson worshiped Satan.

They were the dark ones, witches.

She must die.
Die.

Sage is evil.

A devil worshipper!

- She must die.
- No, Sabrina.

- Yes, she is.
- No, you aren't evil.

Die.

Sabrina.

Please help me. I have sinned.

It's okay.

It's all right. It's all right. It's all right.

Poor Sabrina.

They took her to Bridgewater.

Doctors there will keep her stabilized,
keep her from having psychotic episodes.

- It's sad.
- Yeah. Schizophrenia is a terrible illness.

Better than being burned at the stake
or drowned in your bathtub.

- The hell happened to you?
- Nothing.

Those look like cat scratches.

Baretta got a little uptight
when I took the caps off.

Aw, the sweetest cat in the world?

- How many stitches, Ace Ventura?
- Six.

- Oh.
- Didn't hurt.

What you eating? Humble pie?

I deserve that.

I'm sorry, okay? I'm a jerk.

Yeah, you are.

Lily's a- She's a nice girl,
and I'm gonna be a great aunt.

- Okay? I promise.
- No, you won't be.

I got the paternity test back.
Lily's not my daughter.

I'm sorry, Frankie.

Yeah, you know what? So am I.

You'll make a really good father
someday.

Heh. Yeah, someday.

That's too bad.

I was really looking forward
to holidays with Teresa.

What are we gonna do about Ma?

- Does she like cats?
- Don't even think about it.

- Baretta is very sweet.
- Okay, it's your house.

Come here. Sit down.
Let me buy you a beer.

Love you.