Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 3, Episode 12 - Love the Way You Lie - full transcript

...controversial author

of the best-selling
memoir "Suicide Boy."

You know, I hear rumors
that you're writing

- an explosive follow-up
to Suicide Boy. - Maybe.

Come on, Ethan! Open up!

It's me ... Juliet!
Unlock the door.

[ gasps ]

[ screams ]

Okay, I'm dying to know why
Cavanaugh brought us all in early.

Me too.
Can't be good news, right?

Maybe Angelina Jolie is
playing a homicide cop



and wants to do a ride-along.

[ chuckles ]
Yeah, that must be it.

No coffee? What the hell?

- What?
- Try some green tea.

- Only 15 milligrams of caffeine.
- Anybody want fresh mint for their tea?

- How nice. Thank you.
- No. We want caffeine.

I'm not allowed to serve coffee today.

- Said who?
- Morning.

Him.

Cavanaugh: I'm sure you're all
wondering why I asked you in early today.

Actually, we were wondering
where the coffee is, sir.

I'm glad you asked ...
'cause the homicide squad

is taking part in "week of health."

- Are you raising your hand?
- Dr. Isles?



I'm happy to do whatever I
can to support this program.

- Swell.
- And why is that?

Is it because 70% of all medical
costs are related to smoking,

physical inactivity, poor
food choices, and stress?

Well, yes, which leads
to higher-than-average

mortality rates for cancer,
suicide, and heart disease.

Maybe because somebody
took their coffee away.

[ laughter ]

On average, police officers only live
two to five years after retiring.

- All: What?
- Cavanaugh: She's right.

And I'm not standing by
and letting my people drop dead.

Well, what do we do?

Well, Mrs. Rizzoli and
detective Rizzoli, I'd like

to ask you to join Dr. Isles
as our "wellness Captains".

- What?
- How about a nice, big round

of applause for our new
wellness Captains? [ applause ]

Mrs. Rizzoli will provide meals,
Dr. Isles will guide us in meditation,

and detective Rizzoli will lead us
in physical-activity breaks.

Why didn't you give me a heads-up?
I could have stopped at Boston Joe's!

Oh, this aggressive behavior
proves you're a caffeine addict.

Well, let's just take
a moment and celebrate the fact

Lieutenant Cavanaugh
wants us to be Captains.

He wants us to be hall monitors, Maura.

Oh.
[ cellphones vibrate, chime ]

We got to go.
We got a high-profile suicide.

Great! Come on, Frost.
We can stop and get some coffee.

Palmer: Detective Frost?

- Yes?
- I'm Eric Palmer.

- This is my son Bradley.
- You arrested Quentin Morris.

He killed my girlfriend, Katrina.

Right. The prep-school
murder out in amherst.

- I'm very sorry.
- Don't be.

Quentin Morris lost his
last bid for a new trial.

His final appeal was denied yesterday.

Really? It wasn't my case.
I hadn't been following it.

At least Quentin Morris will
pay for what he did to her.

I'm sorry.
We're late for a crime scene.

- Of course. But, please, take this.
- I can't accept anything.

It's made out to the police
athletic league in your honor.

It's a small token of our gratitude.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

25 grand? Some token.

- Yeah.
- What's the matter?

I don't know. I guess ...
I guess I was hoping

Quentin Morris would
get one more shot at it.

- Why? You think he was innocent?
- Well, there was a lot of evidence

that connected him
to the rape and murder

- of Katrina Livingston.
- Well, I remember.

Gifted black kid on scholarship
out at Sudbury academy.

That's a ritzy prep school.

He hid out in Roxbury.
State police asked us to arrest him.

So what's bugging you?

I don't know.
Maybe I just need some coffee.

[ indistinct conversations ]

- Victim was a famous author.
- Is his name Jules Verne?

Nice literary reference.
Do you see hints of Dickens, too?

- Victim was a steampunker.
- A who?

Steampunkers revere Victorian-era fashion
and technology but add a punk spin.

- Uh-huh.
- Damn.

It's Ethan Slater.
[ siren chirps ]

Korsak: "'Suicide Boy' is a
harrowing memoir of Slater's

drug use, depression, and
his attempts at suicide."

- Sounds good.
- Look at you, going all gen "y."

It was a best-seller.
Made Slater rich and famous.

- You find a suicide note?
- Yeah.

His editor found his body.
The note was in the typewriter.

She was coming by to collect
the manuscript for his new book.

"I can no longer live with the lies."
So, what's in the new manuscript?

Wasn't here. Slater wrote his
books on this manual typewriter.

You mean there was only one copy?

- [ whistles ] This is dope.
- What? What is it?

Looks like a laptop in a steampunk case.

Phew. I'm glad he wasn't too
retro-cool to own a computer.

This is an unusual knot.

It's an alpine butterfly bend.
I use it on my boat.

It's not an easy knot to tie.

The ligature marks on his neck
are inconsistent with a suicide.

Are they consistent with a homicide?

Hmm.

Okay, I'll make it easy for you.
Door number 1 ... suicide.

- Door number 2 ... homicide.
- Door number 3 ... suspicious death.

Thank you for playing the "annoy
the un-caffeinated detectives" game.

- I thought you stopped for coffee.
- Line was too long.

Looks like Ethan only used
his computer for e-mail.

So where's the manuscript?

3x12 - Love The Way You Lie

So, there are the 10 tips to de-stress.

- Here, take that.
- What are you doing, Ma?

Oh, ladies, please empty your
pockets of any unhealthy snacks.

Ooh.
[ gasps ]

- Maura, here is your mid-morning snack.
- A quinoa wrap? Barf.

Oh, look.
A smiley-face sticker.

Why do I have a sad sticker?

Because a bad attitude
is bad for your body.

Well give me the bad-ass
sticker, then.

Frost had a doughnut this morning.
What's gonna happen to him?

Excuse me. Detective Frost?

I'm Vonda Morris,
Quentin Morris' mother.

I heard his appeal
was denied. I'm sorry.

My boy didn't kill that girl.

I can't imagine how difficult
this must be for you.

You're a good man.

And that's why I'm here.
I need your help.

Please.
You have to look at the case again.

Mrs. Morris, the crime occurred
outside our jurisdiction.

It was a state police investigation.

You met Quentin.
You talked with him.

Yes, I did. He had
so much going for him.

I'm really sorry.

I know he didn't kill that girl.

[ voice breaking ]
Somewhere inside, you know it, too.

The evidence against
him was overwhelming.

There's really nothing I can do.
I'm sorry.

You can't change the evidence, Frost.

There's a sticky substance
alongside the ligature

marks on his neck.
I'll have trace run tests.

That old prep-school case is
really eating away at Frost.

Tell him to take probiotics.
It's good for anxiety.

[ cellphone chimes ]

Maura: It's time for your
five-minute meditation.

- Turn that off.
- Please. Meditating lowers stress.

It improves focus.
I don't want to have to report you.

Report me?
You're gonna report me?

Well, I have to ...
lieutenant Cavanaugh insisted.

Okay. 50 push-ups.

Now. I don't want to
be forced to report you.

- Is this a bad time?
- Not at all.

The victim's blood-alcohol
results are back.

He was pretty intoxicated ... 0,18.

Poor guy was out of it
when he killed himself.

[ beeping ]

The pedicles of both
C-2 vertebra were intact.

It wasn't a hangman's fracture.

What does that mean?
It's not a hanging death?

Well, I'd expect to see an injury

from a sudden,
forceful hyperextension.

- This is an asphyxiation.
- Okay, I haven't had any coffee,

so can we stick to
"strangled" or "hung"?

Try again.

- Strangled.
- Good.

- Then hung.
- Why me?

Maura.

[ beeping ]
The splinters on the beam

should be pointing in
the opposite direction.

If he was hung.

If he was first strangled,
then hoisted up in the air...

The splinters would look like this.

"Suicide Boy" was murdered.

[ machine beeps ]

- What's yours say?
- Shh.

- Mine's 140 over 90.
- Huh. That's the same as mine.

- Frost, that's not good.
- Oh, but it's fine for me?

He's uptight about the
Quentin Morris case.

Oh, I heard the kid
lost his final appeal.

That what's got your blood pressure up?

His mother was here
putting pressure on him.

- Thinks her son's innocent.
- Oh. That's tough.

Maybe I should have done more.

- Like what?
- I don't know.

Frost, take an hour
to go through the case.

It'll make you feel better.
As your wellness Captain, I insist.

Nah.

Now that we know it's a homicide,
the Slater case takes precedence.

I got to give it to this kid.
He sure could write.

We need that manuscript
he was working on.

Frost, is there anything
in his phone records?

He was the only person in
Boston without a cellphone,

but at least he sent a lot of e-mail.

Lots of correspondence with
his editor, Juliet Randall.

- What do we know about her?
- She's based in New York.

Says she came to town yesterday
to pick up the manuscript.

Did you confirm when she arrived?

No. Thinking maybe she drove.
She wasn't on any flights.

I think maybe she and
Slater were lovers.

The e-mails between
them are pretty cozy.

Check out this photo she sent him.

- Mm.
- All right, this is interesting ...

Slater dedicated his book to "an editor
I would sail with on any sea."

Juliet Randall is a
member of a sailing club.

Bet she could tie an
alpine butterfly bend knot.

Slater sent Juliet an
e-mail three months ago

- saying the manuscript was finished.
- So why is she just coming in now?

Okay, we need to talk to her.

I sent Frankie to her
hotel to bring her in.

Nice!
[ cellphone chimes ]

Maura's voice: It's physical activity time!

No, it is not.
I'm going to kill her.

That should fulfill the
physical activity time for today.

Glad to hear you're leading
everyone, Captain Rizzoli.

Yes. Yes, sir.

Yes. Everybody up!

Stand up. On ...
on your feet!

Because... we are...
jogging!

We are jogging in place.
Doesn't that feel good?

Detective Rizzoli?

We are jogging.
Yes. Isn't ...

- Janie!
- What? God.

Brought in your suspect.

When you've finished
with your calisthenics,

maybe you want to talk to her.

Thank you.
Oh, stop!

I'm telling you, I don't
know where the manuscript is.

You came to Boston to
get it, though, right?

Ethan called me two days ago.

Said that if I didn't
show up, he would burn it.

Sounds like he was angry with you.

It was mutual.
He was three months past his deadline.

Were you romantically
involved with Ethan Slater?

Not really.

- "Not really"?
- Look, it was never... anything.

We think you came to Boston

to make sure that Ethan
didn't burn that manuscript.

And then when he
wouldn't give it to you,

you staged his murder
to look like a suicide.

Suicide Boy finally does it.
Bet that would be good for sales.

You're wrong.
I flew up early this morning,

and I went straight to his apartment.

He was dead when I got there.

That's funny ... your name
isn't on any flight manifest.

I flew up on a private jet.

- We'll need that tail number.
- Of course.

Ethan was a brilliant writer.

I really hope that his
manuscript wasn't lost.

The tail number, Ms. Randall.

[ knock on door ]

- Detective Frost. Come in.
- Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.

Would you like to join
me in a meditation?

Actually, I was wondering
if you could take a look

- at an old autopsy report.
- The prep-school murder.

Jane mentioned that you
were concerned about it.

Quentin Morris' DNA was found on the
murder victim, Katrina Livingston.

An eyewitness testified
that he left her dorm room

around the time she
was raped and murdered.

You'd like me to review the autopsy?

Yeah.

I don't know why I'm
worrying about this now.

Do you identify with Quentin?

I was one of three black kids
at an elite, all-white prep school.

I just keep thinking
that with so much evidence

against one kid who didn't belong,

maybe they didn't look any further.

I'll look through this.

Would you look at my
interrogation of Quentin, too?

- What am I looking for?
- Something I'm not seeing.

I haven't thought of
this case in two years.

- Why am I sweating it now?
- It doesn't matter why, Frost.

If there's something to find,
you and Maura need to find it.

Could be nothing, but...
my gut's been jumping all day.

Yeah. Mine, too.

Maybe it's because of these
dried beefs. [ chuckles ]

Yuck. Ugh.
Have you tried this stuff?

- It tastes like sweat and rotten celery.
- Stop drinking it.

[ snickers ] And stop
drinking your own sweat, too.

Jane?

- Something's going on with Ma.
- Maybe she ate too many chia seeds.

- Jane, she's growing herbs.
- Uh-oh.

Did you spot cannabis between
the Basil and the Rosemary?

She hasn't gardened since pop left.

Oh, no. I hope she's not
enjoying her life again.

Okay, she's suddenly
interested in lip balm,

and she asked me if the pants
she was wearing made her look fat.

That is bad.
No, that's a bad sign.

I told you.

You can stop pretending
like you're working, Korsak.

- You're screwing around with the book.
- Oh, yeah? Listen to this.

"I met Sadie in a suicide chat room."

What the hell is wrong
with kids these days?

I'm waiting to hear the "working" part.

"Sadie was into steampunk
and suicide, too.

"We made a pact to end our lives.

We said goodbye in the chat
room that brought us together."

Slater tried to kill himself
as part of a suicide pact?

Yeah. And according to his
book, Sadie was successful.

Well, maybe somebody close to Sadie
blames "Suicide Boy" for her death.

No record of any "Sadie"
committing suicide in Boston

in the last two years.

Maybe Slater made her
up for dramatic effect.

Yeah, like that guy on "Oprah"
that wrote that fake memoir.

- "Oprah"?
- What, I can't have a sensitive side?

Maybe Slater changed Sadie's
name so he wouldn't get sued.

Oh, he did.

"Names have been changed to
protect the not-so-innocent."

Frost, look up Slater's 911 call for
his attempted suicide two years ago.

See if it's still in the system.

[ beeping ]
Found it. February 12, 2010.

Dispatcher: 911. What's your emergency?

Slater: I need an ambulance.
I slit my wrists. I'm bleeding!

Any other suicide calls that day?

Well, someone reported a
suicide ... Kevin Baker.

911. What's your emergency?

Kevin: I'm at 5392 Stone Avenue.
Oh, my god!

My sister ... she ...
she slit her wrists.

Tamara!
Oh, my god.

Korsak: Here's the police report.

Tamara Baker, 19.
Her brother found her body.

She was a steampunker.
Maybe Tamara Baker was Sadie.

Running Kevin Baker's name.

Whoa.
Check out her brother's website.

Jane: I'm thinking maybe her
brother Kevin blamed Ethan Slater.

- Looks like Kevin holds a grudge.
- Frost, click on that video link.

Suicide is not something you ...

you write about and make money off of.

This sick, punk coward
took my sister from me.

Here's what I think about
him and this piece of trash.

I hope he burns just like it.

Only 40 views.

Kevin didn't find much
of a sympathetic audience.

[ cellphone vibrates ]
Jane: Must have pissed him off even more

when "Suicide Boy" sold five
million copies. Let's bring him in.

What? Maura's got something?

- It can wait.
- Frost, go. We got this.

Frost: State police are
on their way, Quentin.

You're looking at murder.

Quentin: Murder?
Look, this is crazy, okay?

I did not murder Katrina.

Now, I don't know what
they're saying they found,

and I get why Sudbury
academy thinks it's me,

But I didn't do this!

Both of Quentin's upper
eyelids droop slightly,

his eyes lose focus,
the corners of his lips pull down.

Okay, so, what does that mean?

Quentin's micro-expressions
indicate that he was under great duress.

He was about to be
charged with murder.

It's not fear projected on his face.
That's anguish. Grief.

There's something you're
not telling me, Quentin.

You got to believe me, detective,
okay? I didn't do this.

Then give me something
I can work with, Quentin.

Me and Katrina were together.

Okay, nobody knew but her homegirl Ann.

All right, just ask Ann. Please.

Who is Ann?

Katrina Livingston's best friend.
She lived across the hall.

She was the Commonwealth's
star witness.

Is the person you saw
exiting the victim's room

in the courtroom?

[ voice breaking ]
Yes. That's him.

Let the record show

that the witness has
identified the defendant.

Did Katrina ever tell you
that she had

an intimate relationship
with the defendant?

She was going out with Bradley.

And Quentin took her from Bradley,
from all of us.

She doesn't answer her question.

You're right ... she dodges it.

Her face also exhibits hot spots.

She's attempting to
convey anger and disgust,

but her raised,
drawn-together eyebrows indicate

that she's masking deep fear.

Quentin begged me to talk to Ann.

She was probably terrified
by the time the state police got to her.

Well, it wasn't your case, Frost.
It still isn't.

What do I do, Dr. Isles?

Pursue the truth.
Ann has more to say.

I'm sorry about your sister's suicide.

It wasn't a suicide.
Tamara was murdered.

Korsak: The police report
says she slit her wrists.

Are you saying she didn't do that?

I'm saying Ethan Slater got in her head
and talked her into killing herself.

She's bleeding out, he's
calling for help. That's murder.

She dies. He lives and makes
a fortune writing about her.

Jane: So you took justice
into your own hands.

Your sister killed herself,
you killed Ethan Slater.

No, I wish.

I've fantasized about killing
that bastard a million times.

Slashing that punk across his
stupid face ... I dream about it.

Sounds pretty real to me, Kevin.

I wish it had been me.
I wouldn't have let him go so easy.

But I didn't do it.
I got an alibi.

Yeah?
Where were you last night?

30 stories in the air.
I'm a crane operator.

I work the graveyard shift.
You can check it out.

- Close your eyes.
- How much longer?

[ sighs ]
You're insufferable.

[ mockingly ]
Are we there yet?

[ normal voice ] Just quiet
the chatter in the monkey mind.

Inhale deeply through your nose.

Exhale.
[ sighs ]

[ thud ]

- Did you hear that?
- Try not to attach to the ambient noise.

No, it sounded like it was coming
from right outside the guest house.

Angela: Maura! Maura!

- Ma, what the hell's going on?
- He fell. Hurry, please!

- Uh, no!
- Ma!

- Sean! Sean.
- Oh, my god. Is that Cavanaugh?

- Jane, call 911.
- Cavanaugh: No! No!

- No?
- I said no.

That's an order, Rizzoli.

- Angela, get me a towel.
- Okay.

And his pants, too,
while you're at it.

What the hell happened to me?

It appears you experienced
a vasovagal episode.

I went out to ...
I had to get some air.

- You live in Dorchester.
- I got light-headed is all.

- Is that how your pants fell off?
- Jane, don't embarrass him.

Him? I've never
been so embarrassed in my life!

Well, your dizziness could have
been caused by sexual arousal

and the sudden rush of
blood to your genitals.

Oh, my god.

Angela: Okay, we weren't making love.
We were just making out.

I'm gonna have a vasovagal
episode if you don't stop.

Please. I beg you.

- You should go to the hospital.
- No!

Maybe you could just
stitch his head up?

Well, we need to know
what caused this.

When was the last time
you ate, lieutenant?

Well, he got his meals at the caf?.
Same as you two.

I might have skipped lunch...
and dinner.

You said my healthy food was
sensational and delicious.

He meant your healthy
food was silent and deadly.

[ sighs ]

Well, a butterfly bandage
might close this up.

So how long have you
and my boss been seeing each other?

- We are not going there.
- You are in a slip, and my boss

is on my best
friend's couch in his underwear!

What do you have to say for yourself?

Well, I still think you
need to be seen in the E.R.

No. Look, no one else can
know about this incident.

You know what? I'm just gonna
get in my car and go home.

All right, at least
let me drive you home.

[ door closes ]

Please tell me I'm asleep
and that was a dream.

[ horn honking, siren wails ]

Okay. Come on, guys.
Like 20 more seconds.

I think I've gained two
pounds on this program.

Do you think I'm building
muscle mass?

Well, I'm sure it's not the
doughnuts I saw in your desk drawer.

Oh, I saw you eating a
contraband doughnut this morning.

You wellness snitch.

- Nice jogging, Rizzoli.
- Thank you, sir.

- What happened to your head?
- Oh, I slipped and fell.

So, where we at on the Slater case?

Uh, well, both the suspects
have alibis. So nowhere, really.

Slater used pseudonyms
for all the drug addicts

and chat-room suicide
folks he wrote about.

Okay, so run them down, people.

- What's going on with him?
- Too many whole grains?

I'm thinking that old
dog got some last night.

You guys got to hear this.

Host: You know, I hear
rumors that you're writing

an explosive follow-up
to "Suicide Boy."

Slater: Maybe.

We all have to stop hiding
and do the right thing.

That's all I can say right now.

Hmm. Maybe there was
something in his second book.

Maybe he was gonna reveal
something that got him murdered.

"I looked down at the
blood flowing from my wrists

like a river.
I let it pool in my lap.

It took nearly dying to
figure out I wanted to live."

Where did Slater go after he
was treated at mass general?

Frost: After Slater was discharged,

he did 90 days of rehab at the
Breyer mental health center.

Maybe he met somebody there ...

Somebody who didn't want
their story in his books.

- Who runs it?
- A Dr. George Breyer.

[ cellphone vibrates ]
I'll poke around.

Is it okay if I go talk to Maura
about the prep-school murder?

Yeah, Frost. You don't
have to ask us. Go.

Detective Frost, this is Ann Stephens.

Thank you so much for coming
in to talk to us about Katrina.

I'm not really sure why I'm here.

I already told the
jury everything I know.

We just wanted to ask
you a few questions

about Katrina and Quentin Morris.

He murdered her. I testified.

I have nothing else to say.

We think you're holding something back.

Whatever it is,
it's still bothering you.

- Now's the time.
- I'm not.

His attorney did this to me, too.

Your body is giving you away.
There's something you're holding back.

[ voice breaking ]
I warned her.

Katrina?
You warned Katrina?

But she wouldn't listen.
She'd already fallen for him.

He wasn't really one of us. I told
her not to let him in her room.

- You mean Quentin?
- Yes.

- So they were involved?
- Yes.

Why didn't you tell anyone that?

Because then I'd be helping
him get away with it.

- You mean Quentin?
- He beat my best friend to death.

- What if he didn't?
- I saw Quentin leave her room.

I went to the bathroom,
came back, and found her body.

He killed her. I mean,
who else could have, right?

[ indistinct conversations ]

- When are we getting coffee back?
- You'll thank me when you're old.

I'm not interested in getting old
if all I get to drink is green tea.

[ laughs ]

- Hello.
- Hi, Sean.

- Thanks, Mrs. Rizzoli.
- I, um...

I gave you potatoes instead of quinoa.

You said you've missed your potatoes.

- I don't deserve the special treatment.
- Yeah, you do.

Look, Angela,
you're a wonderful lady.

- But?
- But I got a job to do here.

And I should have never
started this. I'm sorry.

Oh.

Ma, please tell me that
you and Cavanaugh...

You're my mother!
What are you doing?!

Before I was your mother,
I was a person.

And what's so wrong with
wanting to be a person again?

Do you want me to punch
his lights out?

No!

Thanks.
Dr. Breyer is missing.

Ethan Slater's doctor?

He left yesterday for London
to speak at a conference.

Never got on the plane.

Frost, see if you can track down
Dr. Breyer via his phone's GPS.

On it.

His assistant, Chad, was
the last person to see him.

He thought Dr. Breyer
took the "t" to Logan.

I have Dr. Breyer's final
GPS coordinates on his phone.

- When were they transmitted?
- Yesterday afternoon.

Dr. Breyer never left Boston.

Signal's coming from a construction site

by a medical center ...
right here.

Looks like we're getting closer.

Somewhere around here.

Dr. Breyer was getting a brand-new
wing for his private rehab hospital.

I don't think Dr. Breyer
is gonna get to enjoy it, though.

Well, he either jumped or was pushed.

I think it's a piece of a document.

Looks like he might
have been holding it.

Well, if he jumped, what's he
doing holding a piece of paper?

Do you know which occupation
has the highest suicide rate?

Homicide detectives while
they wait for autopsy results?

No. Physicians.

Our suicide rate is nearly
double the national average.

It's even higher than dentists.

Maura, is this some
kind of cry for help?

Yes, if you meditate with me,

you will greatly improve
the quality of my life.

Were you one of those girls
that needed another girl

to go with them to the bathroom
when you were in 7th grade?

Of course not.

Well, then I'm sure that you
can quiet the monkey-mind chatter

all by yourself ... I know you can.

In every suicide that I have ever worked,
the jumper took his glasses off first.

- I think Dr. Breyer was pushed.
- Hmm.

I may have found some trace
evidence to support your theory.

Sharing is caring.

There's a sticky substance
on Dr. Breyer's right hand.

It could be the same
substance that you found

on Ethan Slater's neck.
Have you gotten those results back yet?

- Trace is still working on it.
- It must be from the killer's gloves.

Maybe Breyer shook
hands with the killer.

Call me when you find something, okay?

All right.

That little scrap of paper
we found near Breyer's hand

was from the corner of a personal check.

- Any idea what bank issued it?
- Not yet. Susie's working on it.

I'm gonna guess that
somebody lured Dr. Breyer

up to his new wing with
the promise of a big payoff.

Huh.

Well, Slater's murder was
staged to look like a suicide.

- Then the killer steals his manuscript.
- Then kills Dr. Breyer? Why?

Well, Breyer treated Slater in rehab.

Maybe Dr. Breyer knew what
Ethan Slater was writing about.

So the good doctor blackmails the killer
by offering to keep quiet for a price?

Oh, I sent Frankie to Breyer's
center to get the records.

Frankie: I found seven
patients who were hospitalized

- at the same time as Slater.
- Nice, Frankie.

- Okay, uh, rock-star drug addict.
- Died last year of a drug overdose.

- Suicidal brahmin shipping heiress.
- Back in treatment.

The other five are living healthy
lives in other parts of the country.

You know, I bet if we find Slater's
manuscript, we'll find his killer.

Frost, what's wrong?

I went over the prep-school
murder case files again.

Thought I might discover
something after questioning Ann.

No one but Quentin enters
or exits Katrina's dorm room.

Maybe Ann was right.
Maybe Quentin did kill her.

Why don't you take a
couple hours, Frost.

- Drive out to Amherst.
- Yeah. Take a look at the crime scene.

See if the state police
overlooked anything.

Nah.
Nah. I'm done.

I've been too consumed by this.

Frost, you're no good to us
until you can focus, okay? Go.

Jog there if it makes you feel better.
[ chuckles ]

[ cellphone vibrates ]

- Who's texting you?
- Oh, new C.I. I'm working with.

I need some dating advice, Vince.
[ chuckles ]

Full disclosure ...
I've had three wives.

I'm not much help in
the dating department.

But you've known lieutenant
Cavanaugh for a long time.

- Where's this headed?
- We've been seeing each other.

- Well, we were.
- Let me guess. He broke it off.

How'd you know?

You said it ...
I've known him a long time.

Tell me, Vince, otherwise I'll have
you eating this health crap forever.

Back when we were rookies,

Sean lost his wife
and baby son in a fire.

Oh.

I don't think he's even had
a serious girlfriend since.

Well, that explains some things. I...
Oh, I wish he had told me.

I have never heard him talk about it.

Susie: Hi. We're still
working on the piece of paper.

Latent prints went over the typewriter,

- but it's just the victim's prints.
- Thanks, Susie.

Wow. A typewriter.
Makes me feel old.

No, don't feel old. A very young
victim liked writing books on one.

- It's an old Underwood.
- I used to have one.

I used to type up plumbing
invoices for Frank Sr.

Changing those typewriter
ribbons was such a mess.

Typewriter ribbon.
Angela, you're a genius.

Mention that to your friend Sean.
[ dialing ]

Jane, meet me downstairs
in the crime lab.

My new C.I. may have just offered
up a breakthrough in the case.

A 1930s Underwood model 5.

Jack Kerouac used to
use one just like it.

How in the world do you know that?

Well, I saw his typewriter on display

at the Lowell national
historical park museum.

We're in luck.

Slater's typewriter uses
a single-pass carbon ribbon.

That's good news.

Yes, it's the most wonderful news
I've ever heard. Why do we care?

Well, some older typewriters
use fabric ribbon,

and those don't retain a
retrievable, legible text.

But with a carbon ribbon,
each keystroke makes a mark.

We write down the characters,

then figure out where the
breaks go between the words.

It'll take awhile.

Susie: The trace results
on the sticky substance

from both the victims
is back, Dr. Isles.

Thank you, Susie.

- What is it?
- Balsam fir sap.

The same sap that was on Ethan
Slater's body and Dr. Breyer's body?

All right, well, don't look so
surprised. We're looking for one killer.

Yeah, but fragments of
Solidago Macrophylla.

What? What is it?

[ beeping ]

These are the M.E. files that
Frost asked me to look at.

- The prep-school murder?
- Yes, and they have

the same balsam fir and
fragments of Solidago Macrophylla.

Yeah, it was found in Katrina's closet.

Yeah, but it wasn't considered significant
because Katrina was a rock climber.

It still isn't. Balsam fir trees
are common all over the northeast.

But Solidago Macrophylla isn't.

It's unique to the summit of
Mount Greylock in the Berkshires.

So whoever killed Katrina,
Ethan Slater, and Dr. Breyer

would have to be a skilled climber
to get to the top of Mount Greylock.

I'm glad I took your advice
and drove out to Amherst.

Okay, if that grappling hook
is for the wellness program,

you can count me out.
I am not a fan of heights.

Aww, I thought we'd take
Korsak and climb Everest.

Okay, maybe Everest.
[ chuckles ]

I want to show you something I found

when I was looking around
Katrina's old dorm room.

- Okay.
- This is the building's exterior.

You see those marks?

Yeah. You think those
are from a grappling hook?

Yeah, I do.
I think that's why no one saw him

and why Quentin was the only
one on the hallway security tape.

So Katrina's killer climbed the wall
and went in through her window.

Now, check this out.

Oh, that's the guy who stopped you
in the lobby with his father.

- Bradley Palmer, right?
- Yeah, he was Katrina's boyfriend.

They used to lead climbs together
in the White Mountain national forest.

- You see that?
- Alpine butterfly bend.

That's the same knot
used to hang Slater.

I sent Frankie to Slater's building.

He took some photos of
the building's exterior.

Grappling marks.

He got into Slater's
apartment the same way.

But here's what doesn't
make any sense ...

what is his connection
to Slater and Slater's rehab doctor?

Dr. Breyer? I have no idea.
[ cellphone vibrates ]

It's Maura. She says we need
to get down to the crime lab.

What's up?

Slater was a terrible
typist with bad grammar.

Look at this ... he uses
"who" instead of "whom,"

- "which" instead of "that."
- Well, no wonder somebody killed him.

[ laughs ]
Here's what's odd ...

Ethan Slater started typing
the last page of his manuscript

three months ago.

So what was he typing
for the last three months?

All kinds of things ...
letters, poems, essays.

But not one word of this manuscript
until right before he was killed.

Well, do you have that last page?

We certainly do, thanks
to Sergeant Korsak.

- No, no, thanks to you, Dr. Isles.
- Oh, please, Sergeant.

I couldn't have done
it without your help.

Okay, we'll throw you both
a parade later. What does it say?

"He told me after a group session
while he ate a turkey sandwich

that he'd beaten Katrina to death
because she cheated on him."

Slater's talking about Bradley Palmer,

- Katrina's boyfriend.
- Maura: Yes, he was.

And this was the last
sentence that he typed.

"Bradley Palmer showed
up the same day I did

at Breyer mental health center,

but I'd take my suicide
attempt over what he did.

He killed his girlfriend."

Damn. And Slater
and Dr. Breyer to keep them quiet.

But why now?
Unless...

Frost, did Quentin have any legal
proceedings three months ago?

Yeah. His final appeal
hearing, but it was postponed.

Till yesterday.
That's why now.

Slater must have hoped
Quentin would get a new trial.

And when he didn't, Slater made
sure that book was ready to go

if Bradley didn't come clean.

Eric Palmer gave me this check.

What do you think?

It appears to be the
same stock and design.

Nice.

Detective Frost, oh, nice to see you.

Bradley: Would you and your
friends like to try our wall?

We had it set up for our
employees to build team skills.

Ethan Slater told you that
if you didn't tell the truth,

he would tell it for
you in his second book.

- What's this about?
- Oh, I think you know, Mr. Palmer.

That's why you hid your
son at a fancy rehab center

- after he killed his girlfriend.
- That's ridiculous.

Is it?
Is it also ridiculous that your son

climbed up the
side of his girlfriend's dorm,

hid in her closet,
and beat her to death

after he caught her with Quentin?

- Y-you can't prove anything.
- Bradley!

- Quentin Morris was convicted.
- I think I'm just gonna call our lawyers.

Do you pay your lawyers
with a personal check?

Eric Palmer, you're under arrest
for accessory-after-the-fact

in the murder of Katrina.

Bradley: Dad, dad, you
got to do something.

Bradley Palmer, you're
under arrest for the murders

of Ethan Slater, Dr. George Breyer,
and Katrina Livingston.

Look at that.
Quentin Morris' mother.

It's amazing.

Her son was going to a prison
for a murder he didn't commit.

Now he's coming home.

How long until Quentin gets released?

He should be home by
the end of the week.

Bet your blood pressure's
a lot lower now, huh?

I always thought the
greatest feeling in the world

was putting away bad guys.

- It's not?
- No.

The greatest feeling in the world
is freeing an innocent man.

Nicely done, Frost.

All in all, a fine
day for the good guys.

Clearing three murders ...
that's a whole lot of wellness, right?

[ chuckles ]

I wonder what happened
to the manuscript.

I'm guessing it went to a shredder
at Palmer industries.

I don't think anybody
ordered a red wine.

[ clears throat ]
Actually, I did.

What?

Well, it's like Maura's
always saying ...

the resveratrol in red wine is
excellent for cardiac health.

- You actually listen to me?
- Most of the time, yeah.

Well, this deserves a toast.
Salud!

All: Salud!