Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 2, Episode 8 - My Own Worst Enemy - full transcript

Well, thank you for dinner, Dad.

You're welcome.

Take this, I'm the only one at home.

Emma won't eat it.
She's on this gluten-free thing.

Ian? Oh, my God.

Hello there.

What if I had someone here?

- Do you?
- No.

Then we're in luck.

- Oh, where've you been?
- I'm here now.

Jane?
- Ooh.



Hey.

- What do we got?
- Father and son.

Son's on the way to the hospital.
That's the dad.

Looks like a mugging gone wrong.
You limping?

What? No.

Waiter ID'd them.
Dead guy is Evan Dunbar, son is Chris.

- They had dinner, left together.
Huh. Did you talk to the son?

He was unconscious
when they rolled him out.

Mugger pistol-whipped him.

Manager says father's a regular,
carries cash.

He had a wad when he paid.

That'll make him a target.

This street is junkie central after dark.
Where is Maura?

Can't do this without your BFF?



Well, not when she's
the chief medical examiner, no.

Shot's through-and-through.
Get the bullet?

CSRU recovered it. It's on its way
to Ballistics. Looked like a. 38.

- Dispatcher's already called Dr. Isles.
- No, I'm gonna call a C.I.

He knows this neighborhood real well.

You're the one I've waited for

Hello, vanilla. Hey! Here!

This frigging guy.

That's far enough.
- No, Sam. It's all right. He's with us.

- Come on, Rondo.
- Watch your head.

Just step this way.

I will step anywhere
you tell me to step. You are looking fine.

Come on.
I like it when you hold me tight.

Stop it. This isn't a date.
I need some information.

I got lots of information,
and I know how to treat a lady right.

Shut up. Okay?

Just- Look, I need you to be my eyes
and ears on the street, okay?

I need you to be looking for a junkie
newly flush with cash...

...or bragging about a murder.

I can't hear much with $20.

There.

I think I'm hearing more.

You know what, Rondo?

There. Now go get me something.

You get lonely, you know where to-

Just go. Ugh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey. Where you been?
- Uh, bed.

What, are you okay?
Yeah, why?

Because you're wearing
two different shoes. Ha, ha.

So not feeling okay.

Got dressed in the dark.
What about you? You're limping.

- No, I'm not.
Yes, you are. Know why?

You buy your boots a half size too small.

- No, I don't.
- And you stomp.

I do not stomp.

The son regained consciousness
at the hospital.

Oh, great. Let's go.

The guy came out of nowhere...

...slammed his gun into my face...

...and I blacked out.

It took 22 stitches
to close the gash on his head.

He has a concussion,
they broke his ribs and his fingers.

My father-in-law-

You remember anything
about your attacker?

Race? Height? Regional accent?
A tattoo? Anything?

No, it happened so fast
I didn't even see him.

By the time I came to, my dad was dead...

...the paramedics were talking to me.

We're very sorry for your loss.

If you remember anything else,
please give us a call. Okay?

Thank you.

Are you going to get the guy
who killed my grandpa?

We're gonna do everything we can.

- No, no, I'm not ready yet.
- Ha, ha.

- Aah.
- It's beautiful.

I bought it for you
at a street market in the Sahel.

- Oh. You did not.
- Yes, I did.

Why don't you ever tell me
when you're coming?

Because I never know if I am.

Oh.

Oh. That's Jane's mother.

Should I hide?

Uh, just say that we're colleagues.
I don't wanna have to explain you.

- I'm hard to explain.
Good morning.

Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't know that-

Oh. No, it's okay.
Uh, Dr. Faulkner was just, um-

He came by for some tea.

- Please call me Ian.
- Oh.

We're just making some black tea.
Would you like some?

Uh, thank you.
You're working early, Dr. Isles.

We were just, um, conferring on a case.

Oh, really? What case is that?

Uh, you know,
Angela is in the middle of, um...

...getting certified to become
a professional organizer.

- Isn't that great?
- That's very impressive.

Well, there's no advancement in my field
without continuing education.

Oh, what's your field?

I run the police caf?.

- It's disorganized?
- Yes, it's, um... The pantry is a disaster.

We can't have that.

No.

Um, I'm gonna be certified soon,
so if you're a disorganized...

- ... busy professional-
- You mean, like Dr. Isles, here?

Yes. Shall we start?

Are you ready to conquer the clutter?

Yeah, well, I'm just gonna check yes.

Look, no, no, I told,
I'm the one that called it in.

- Tell him. I called it in.
- He said he was with a Detective Vanilla.

Can't imagine why you didn't
take his word.

It's all right. He's with us.

- He gotta be here?
- He does.

Talk.

I've been keeping my ear
to the street, like you told me to...

...and I hear about a junkie
named Viper with a bunch of cash.

That must be Viper.
- That was Viper.

- What do you know about him?
- Dope fiend.

Okay, wait right here.

Hmm.
.38 Special.

Same caliber as the shooting.

Blood on the barrel. Probably from
pistol-whipping Chris Dunbar.

I'll take that bet.

He mugs father and son,
uses the cash to buy dope...

...and then ODs at a public picnic table.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking it's odd, you?

Yeah. Junkies don't shoot dope
out in the open.

They're like cockroaches, they hide.
Something's off.

Ah, we're feeling better.
Your shoes match.

I was just tired last night.
You're still limping.

Who's that?

It's not important.

Oh. Uh-

Well, can we go out on a limb
and say that this junkie OD'd?

- Yes.
- Really?

Mm-hm.

He overdosed on heroin.
This is from his syringe.

It tested at almost 80 percent purity.

Eighty percent?

Oh, that's the good stuff,
pure and uncut.

How does a street junkie
get his hands on that?

- Got the print report here.
- Oh. Can I see that?

Crime lab says junkie's syringe
had no fingerprints on it.

Died before he had a chance
to wipe them off.

Yeah, or someone wiped them off
for him.

- Well, you didn't even read it that time.
- It's nothing.

You're in a weird mood.

No, I'm not.

Okay.

Oh, all right. I gotta go talk to my C.I.

You wanna go grab coffee afterwards?

No. I already had tea.

Huh.

Did you meet Dr. Isles' new hunk?

- What?
- Ian.

They think I was born yesterday.
He spent the night.

Ma, that's really none of your business.
Ian spent the night?

Mm-hm. Didn't she tell you?

Yeah, yes. Okay, thanks.

- Don't they have cappuccinos?
- No.

Now, tell me about Viper.
Where'd he get pure dope?

Mm. Tastes better with foamed milk.

Buy yourself some foam.
Now, pure dope?

Oh. Word is it hit the street
six months ago. Real good stuff.

- And where's it coming from?
- Nobody knows.

All right. Um...

- You call me if you hear anything.
- I got you on speed-dial, Vanilla.

Okay.

Ballistics confirmed the gun we found...

...was the murder weapon
used to kill Evan.

- And beat up his son.
- What about gunshot residue?

Did it confirm the junkie
was the shooter?

No. The opposite.
Very little GSR on the dead junkie.

- So the gun was planted.
Seems like it.

We're not looking at a random mugging.

Maybe we're looking at a hit.

What do we know
about the victim's business?

Bostonia Shipping Logistics.

Victim handled freight and customs
brokering for small businesses.

- Chris worked for him.
- His company clean?

Very. Checked ICE, DEA,
Drug Control Unit.

Nothing. Not a whiff of anything sketchy.

- Chris worked for the dad?
- Think he had someone beat his face?

I don't know,
Father owns the business.

If he dies, the son inherits it.

So a few blows to the face.
Dad's a widower, Chris is an only child.

There's another relative.
Victim had a brother, Arthur.

That's a prison mug shot. What's he in for?

Mandatory ten years for dealing cocaine.

Wait, look at this.

Company's clean, but the victim wasn't.
He was indicted with his brother.

Yeah, but look. Evan didn't do time.

The DA gave him immunity
for testifying against his brother, Arthur.

Damn. Our victim
put his own brother away.

When does Arthur get out?

Six weeks ago.

Probably pretty pissed
after 10 years in the slammer.

That's a good motive for murder.
Let's bring him in.

Won't be easy. Guy's off the grid.

No driver's license, no bank accounts,
not seeing anything.

Well, get creative. We gotta find him.

It's Maura.
She's got something on the vic.

Evan Dunbar had an odd residue...

...on his shoe bottoms and pant cuffs.

Cyanoacrylate powder.
Used almost exclusively in nail salons.

Our victim visited a salon
before he was killed?

His nails didn't look like they'd
ever been touched by an emery board.

Is that Ian?

Uh, let's go and take a look
at the victim's nails.

Oh, let's.

Yes, it was Ian. Just an old friend.

Hmm.

His cuticles have never been cut.
I'd say he's never had a manicure.

You don't have to tell me about Ian.
It's none of my business.

I'm not not telling you about him.
He just stopped by this morning.

I heard he stopped by last night.

He lives in Africa. It's, um-
It's complicated.

Okay.

Uh, let me know if you find anything else
in the case...

...that's not complicated.

Who am I to help you
with your complicated love life?

Jane.

Goodbye. Have a fabulous time
reading your love texts in private.

No, Jane. Jane, wait. Wait.
It's nothing. It's nothing. Look.

He just said, "Guess what we'd be doing
if we were in Ethiopia right now. "

That doesn't sound complicated.

- I killed Korsak with your scalpel.
- Ha, ha.

I contaminated all your DNA samples.

I snuck into your closet
and put your shoes in different boxes.

- What?
- Never mind.

No, Jane. Jane. Wait. I'm sorry.
Let me at least take a look at your foot.

Oh, no. I don't think we're close enough
for that anymore.

Please? I'm sorry. Okay? Look.

You'll be really sorry
when my toe kills me.

Okay.

Don't touch it. Ow! Maura.

Okay.
You have acute onychocryptosis.

Do I need to update my will?

Ingrown toenail.
You need a minor procedure.

- Okay, you do it.
- Me? I don't do surgery.

It's not a kidney transplant, Maura.
Just do it.

Not gonna ask.

- What is it?
- Dunbar is checking out of the hospital.

How? He was in critical condition
yesterday.

Ow!

Can you believe the insurance company
is kicking him out?

They said if I can get myself
to the bathroom...

...then I don't need a hospital.

- Any news on the case?
- We're working some leads.

Your father ever go to a nail salon?

My father? No. No.
He wasn't that kind of guy. Why?

Um, come on, Aidan, let's go outside.
We'll meet Daddy out front.

Did your father and you ever have
any personal difficulties?

No.

- No. We always got along.
- What about business disagreements?

Why would you be asking me this?
We were mugged.

It's possible it wasn't random.

Can you think of anyone that might
have wanted to hurt your father?

No, no one.

How about your uncle?
Seen him recently?

No, I haven't-

I haven't seen my uncle
since he went to prison.

Did he ever threaten your father?

I mean, they had their issues, but no.

I mean, I don't believe Arthur
would kill his brother or hurt me.

There's just no way.

- Thank you.
- Take care of yourself.

- We'll be in touch.
Thanks.

Crummy insurance,
just throwing him out in that condition.

He has minimal coverage,
but he's covered till tomorrow.

- Why'd his doctors release him?
- They didn't. He's leaving AMA.

Against Medical Advice.

- So why'd he lie?
- Yeah.

And why is he in such a hurry
to get out? Thank you.

I had a mani-pedi once.

- So you're that kind of guy.
- Heh.

Had to get close to a drug dealer
who did business over pedicures.

Got a fungus.

- Did you at least make the arrest?
- He got four years. I got yellow toes.

Here he comes.

What's he doing?
- I don't know.

Bye, Dad.

He's in a hurry to go somewhere.

He's pulling a container
out of customs holding.

Must be important. Look at the guy.

- He's having trouble walking.
Something smells.

We gotta get a look in that container.

Hey, Frost, I need you to get me
a search warrant.

- What's going on?
- We were gonna ask you the same thing.

We need to take a look
inside the container.

Jane. Got the manifest.
Aah! Rats. There's rats in there.

- Ha, ha. "Eek! A rat! Help! Help! Help!"
Stop.

What's the shipment?

Deliveries from China
for four Boston customers.

Got a toy store, jewelry store,
furniture store and...

Lee's Nail Spa.

That's something, since our victim
was in a nail salon before he was killed.

- Stay away from nail salons.
- Stop talking about your toes.

At least I'm not afraid of rodents.

- Anything?
- Nothing. No drugs.

We gotta find time
to go through all these boxes.

We can't seize the container
without probable cause.

We gotta find something, fast. Ahem.

Ahem. You said that your father
had never been in a nail salon.

- He hasn't.
One of your clients...

...owns a nail salon.

You're delivering a shipment
to Lee's Nail Spa.

I don't know all our clients.
I did speak to my attorney.

Now, unless you've found any drugs,
which you won't...

...you need to release this container
to me.

You've never signed
for a container before.

This one must be special.

This business feeds my family,
and now it's all I have left of my father.

So, yeah, I'm gonna take care
of our clients.

Jane.

Yeah?

Got a whole shipment of these.

Good, because he's hiding something.
Nice save, Frost.

These studded bracelets are illegal
in Massachusetts.

They're for a shop in New Hampshire.

Punk rock accessory in New Hampshire,
weapon in Massachusetts.

I'm so sorry. We're gonna have to impound
this entire container.

You're gonna hear from my attorney.

Call CSRU and take everything.

- What are you doing here?
- My toe, it's killing me.

Unless it's given you a staph infection,
it's hardly killing you.

Oh, I'm so sorry to barge in.

- No, it's okay.
- Hey. You must be Jane Rizzoli.

- Let me get you a glass of wine.
- Okay. Thank you. You must be Ian.

Jane needs a phenolization procedure.

Oh, then you're gonna want a lot of wine.
I'd better open another bottle.

You come over here to check up on me?

I rubbed bad germs
all over my ingrown toenail...

...so I could spy on you.

Um, Maura, I can't find the corkscrew.

Your mother has been doing
some organizing for me.

Oh, God. Can't she find a slob to bother?

I'm so sorry.

It's okay. She alphabetized everything.

So now corkscrew
is next to the chopsticks.

Hey. Let me see that foot
while I open the wine.

Okay.

What can I use to do the procedure?

I thought Maura was gonna do it.

Ian is much more qualified.

I just got a new pair
of carbon-steel pruning shears.

But would that be under C or S?

Uh, P. I guess that makes sense.
P for pruning.

- Hmm. Thank you.
- Are you gonna cut off my toe?

It's pretty much the same tool
the podiatrists use.

So I'm gonna need some
Betadine and a topical anesthetic spray.

Wow. Got your own
traveling pharmacy over there.

Uh, Ian is taking some supplies
back to Africa.

- Oh.
- Hmm.

This is gonna feel a little bit cold.

Okay. No. That's fine.

Oh, I'll need a toothpick too.

What for?

Now, hold still,
because this might pinch a little bit.

Aah! Really got a grip on it,
don't you, doc?

When do I take the toothpick out?

A day. It's keeping the nail away from
the wound. It might smart a little.

No, what, really? Because you dug
into my toe with pruning shears?

The periungual's sensitive. Are you
sure you don't wanna stay for dinner?

No, no. I've lost my appetite.
You two kids have fun.

Thanks, Ma. Oh, hey.
You looking for Dr. Maura Isles?

Give it to me. I'll take it to her.

- Ma.
- What? It's from Ian.

Oh. Two-Buck Chuck and three rolls
of toilet paper. Romance lives.

- She's more secretive about this one.
- No.

Yes.

It hurts your feelings
that she's not confiding in you.

- I'm sorry, sweetheart.
- I don't care.

I don't need to know every
detail of her personal life, right?

But she usually tells you.

- Yeah.
- He seems charming.

But, you know, those are the ones
you have to worry about.

I got a really weird vibe from him.

He was unpacking boxes.

When he saw me,
he just closed them all up. It was like-

That's your cop gut.
Maybe he's a criminal.

- I don't know.
- Well, he is Australian.

Aren't they all descended from crooks?

Heh. Ma, that was like 200 years ago.
I don't think we can hold that against him.

You know, while I'm in there organizing,
I could poke around.

Please don't do that.

I hear you loud and clear.
You need deniability.

Ma, no.

No.

Maura. Maura.

Maura.

That must be from Ian. Ha, ha.

- Ian really knows how to woo a girl.
Ha, ha.

When we did relief work together
in Ethiopia...

...we'd talk about what we'd give
for some cheap wine and toilet paper.

- How come you never told me about him?
I'm sure I have.

You must've forgotten. Thanks for this.

What's up?
- Chris is not happy...

...we impounded his shipment.

He's threatening legal action
if we don't release it.

Any luck finding Uncle Arthur?

Nothing from Social Security.
No phone, not paying utilities.

Well, what about a discount card,
a pharmacy, a sweepstakes entry?

- Everybody signs up for something.
- I'll keep digging.

So we're back to that one lead: nails.

We know our victim
was in a nail salon before he died.

And we know he shipped supplies
for Lee's Nail Spa.

Let's go talk to Lee.

Yes, that's Mr. Dunbar.

We wondered what happened
to our supplies.

You two are business partners?
- How long had you been using his service?

A few years. Good prices, reliable.
He was a nice man.

Your supplies come from China?

Yes. You'd be amazed what the profit
margin is on hand-oils and candles.

- I bet.
- Excuse me. Mani-pedi today?

Handy we both have toe problems,
and we're in a nail salon.

How about a complimentary service?

No, sorry,
we're not allowed to accept gifts.

And plus my friend here
had a bad experience.

- Fungus.
- Ah. Gives the industry a bad name.

I've tried everything: mouthwash,
vapor rub, hemorrhoid cream.

- Hemorrhoid cream?
- I'd do anything to get rid of it.

So you can wear your strappy sandals?

Use this, three times a day.

- A hundred and 12 bucks?
- Small price to pay.

- Rizzoli.
- Never doubt the power of greed.

- I never do. Did you find Uncle Arthur?
- You were right.

He filled out a Publisher's Clearing
House entry. Gave his work address.

Evan's dead? What happened?

Where were you two nights ago
around 9 p. m.?

Working here. My shift ends at 11.
What happened to my brother?

We were hoping
you may have had a thought.

- We really haven't been in touch.
- Since he testified against you.

I don't harbor hard feelings.

You didn't reach out to him
after 10 years.

I was going to.

I just needed to get my feet
on the ground.

You know,
Evan was the responsible one.

He took over the business
when Dad died...

...he worked hard,
he found a way to make a little profit.

Not big enough.
That when you started dealing coke?

- Evan had nothing to do with that.
But he testified against you.

Seems like that might've made you angry.

He had no choice, okay? I told him to.

What about your nephew?
When's the last time you saw Chris?

I'm a convicted drug dealer.

I figure a little distance
was good for everybody.

Now it's too late.

This is the last of the container.
They've been through everything.

More rats.

So we have no evidence.

And our best suspect, Arthur...

...has three witnesses who put him
at his auto-repair job...

- ... at the time of the murder.
- Coats are glossy.

- Healthy gums.
- They ate rat poison, Maura.

No, this isn't from rodenticide.

Even fast-acting poison takes a few days.

These rats died immediately
after ingesting something.

Something in the container.

Maybe you should do an autopsy.

Technically, it's a necropsy.

Well, let's not tell the taxpayers
what we're doing with their tax dollars.

Got another delivery for you, doc.

- Can you put it in my office, please?
- Sure.

- What is that?
- Supplies.

For Ian?

Yes. For Ian. Who fixed your toe.
How is your toe?

How is your conscience?

Excuse me?

What are you doing? Who is this guy?
Why are you being so weird?

Why are you turning into a snoopy dog?

Do you mean Snoop Dogg?
Or Snoopy the dog?

Either way, I'm insulted.

Too insulted to find out
what killed your rats?

Okay, that is so not fair.

High levels of diacetylmorphine
in the rats' blood.

Heroin. The rats OD'd.

I've heard of cases where smugglers
soak clothes in heroin.

Both rats had grayish blue fibers
in their stomachs.

They ate the blankets in the container.

How much you wanna bet
this thing is soaked in liquid heroin?

Nothing. I don't bet if I can't win.

But why didn't the drug dog
hit on the scent?

The scent of any animal
will throw the dogs off.

So fill the container with rats. Smart.

I bet Chris Dunbar thought...

...he'd figured out how to smuggle
heroin into the country.

- I want my lawyer.
- Better be good.

We found $2 million worth
of heroin in your container.

You don't understand.

Explain. Start with your father's murder.

Finish when you get to the part
about the dead junkie.

I get a phone call.

- I wanna talk to my lawyer.
- Be my guest.

Jane.

Ian is a spy.

What did you do, Ma?

I found passports
from different countries.

All with his photo.
And, um, all with different names.

You shouldn't have done this, Ma.

What is that smell?

It's my foot solution.

It's like a skunk made love
to a farting dog.

Hey, I'm fighting a war down here.

What is the smell?

Combat under his desk.

Did you poke around
in Chris Dunbar's finances?

Just found a transaction he completed
this morning makes no sense.

Took out a line of credit on his business
so he could withdraw 2 million bucks.

- Right before we arrested him?
- Yeah.

Wait, it does make sense.

Heroin we impounded's
worth about 2 million.

If Chris doesn't deliver the drugs,
he's gotta deliver the cash.

Who's his lawyer?
He called him from downstairs.

I'll check the phone records.

Huh. Can you have your Interpol contact
run these?

Sure.

Ian Smith. Ian Walters. Ian Franklin.

Mm. Same guy.
I think he's an Australian national.

You think there's
an Australian connection?

You're not gonna believe this.
Chris didn't call a lawyer.

- Who'd he call?
- He dialed his own cell.

We better find who has that phone.
Come on. We'll take Maura's car.

- What's wrong with yours?
- It's a cop car.

You're right.
Prius is a great undercover vehicle.

- EV mode.
- Hmm.

So quiet I can hear your toenails
crying back there.

Roomy too.

Man, don't take off your shoes.

Okay, tracking shows the phone
is moving down that alley.

It's coming right at us.

My Interpol contact has something.

- Your Australian is wanted for questioning.
- What?

Hello, Uncle Arthur.

Looks like he's headed right back
to the nail salon.

Take the back, we'll get the front.

Give me the money.

Drop the gun.
Now.

Put it down. Put it down.

Clear.

Frost, get an ambulance.

Victor 810, I need EMS down here.

It's all right. Okay.
Paramedics are on their way.

He has Emma and Aidan.

- Chris' wife and son?
Yes.

- Who has them? Who?
- I don't know.

He killed my brother.

- He wants the money.
- Where are they? Where?

She's the only one that knew.

Lee had a business partner. Ted.

I don't know who Ted is.

- You have to help me.
- We cannot find your wife and child...

- ... if you're gonna sit here lying to us.
All right. Wait.

Wait.

How long have you and your father been
moving heroin in those containers?

He had nothing to do with it.
All right? It was all me.

- It was just this one time.
- Lee was your connection?

Yeah.

My father introduced me
to all of his clients.

And Lee, she said that she had a way
for me to make some easy money.

- By smuggling dope.
- Yeah.

A real easy way
to make a couple million bucks.

It would've worked too,
except my father, he's so precise.

He noticed on the manifest
the container from China...

...was off by 50 pounds.

Because you put 50 pounds of
heroin-soaked blankets inside.

We found residue from the salon
on your father's clothing.

He went to see Lee the day he was shot,
didn't he?

Yeah. I told him not to go.
But he said that there was no way...

...that he was gonna accept delivery
of her container.

Well, got him killed.
Maybe you should've talked to us.

Come on, I couldn't talk to you.

The guy who shot my dad,
he said I was next...

- ... if I didn't get him the container.
- What did he look like?

I didn't see his face.
I'm telling you the truth.

Did you tell your uncle the truth too?
You nearly got him killed.

He was just trying to help.

I called him when my family was taken.
I didn't know what else to do.

Arthur said that he would do it.

All right? He said that he would bring
Lee the money.

And you let him.

Please...

...you have to find my family.
They didn't do anything wrong.

It's Maura. She says she's got something.

Lee had a poultry mite infestation
on both arms.

- Clearly it's a few months old.
- How? She worked in a nail salon.

- From a customer?
- She could only contract it...

- ... if she worked around poultry.
- Like a slaughterhouse?

Maybe there's a slaughterhouse
next to the nail salon.

Check it, Frost.

She'd need a place to process the heroin.

Yes, she'd need a chemical bath,
a heating source, drying tables.

Got something.

- One slaughterhouse in the Boston area.
Right near the nail salon.

Health Department shut it down
six months ago. Utilities are still on.

Good place to dry out your heroin
and hide people.

Speaking of hiding...

...Ian is wanted for questioning
by Interpol for stealing drugs.

You've been investigating me?

Jane.
- I'm coming.

- Where are they?
- Go to hell.

I'll ask you again. Where are they?

I'm gonna count to three.

- One.
- Two.

- You don't have the guts.
- Heh. You don't know her at all.

Three.

In the freezer in the back.

- You okay?
- They're in the freezer.

Not enough of a profit margin
on hand-oils and candles, huh, Ted?

Emma.

Aidan.

Hey. It's okay. It's okay. It's over.

Mommy. Where's Dad?
It's okay.

- Hi.
- Hi.

You okay?

Where's Ian?

He's gone.

I harbored a fugitive.
So go ahead and arrest me.

I'm sorry.

Because you won't be able
to arrest him?

Man, you got it bad.

You know when people talk about
the loves of their lives?

That's Ian.

You never, ever mentioned him.

Because I try to forget him.

I'm sorry, Maura.
I shouldn't have done what I did.

It's none of my business.

I just- I can't-

I can't talk about him.

I can't, with anybody,
because it makes me so sad.

I mean, how can you love someone
and not be able to be with them?

Why can't you be with him?

- Because he went back to Africa.
- You could go to Africa.

You know, his crime is risking his life...

...to bring drugs and basic supplies
to places that nobody cares about.

And I helped him.
So go ahead and arrest me.

The first person I'm gonna arrest
is my mother.

What? Really? Highball glasses?

When is the last time
you had a highball? Come on.

She rearranged my closet too.

No, not the closet.

She threw away my shoe boxes.

Oh, now, that is a crime. Sorry.

You want me to take you to the airport?

No, no.

You want me to sit with you
till you feel better?

Yeah.

- But first can you arrest your mother?
- Okay.

Thank you.

It'll be okay.