Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 4, Episode 8 - Cold as Ice - full transcript
Jane and Maura investigate the murder of a woman killed in an arena parking garage. The dead woman had an altercation in the arena with a crazed hockey mom, Mary Bigsby, who punched her in the nose. However, she was attacked a second time in the parking garage and her throat was was slit. People remember her handing out helmet sweat pads to some of the players but the police have little else to go on. The police can't identify her or find her car in the garage. When they finally do identify her, it turns out she's a medical doctor and was seeking DNA samples from teenagers in an obvious attempt to find someone. It all has to do with the death of her sister many years ago. Meanwhile, Caitlin comes to stay with Maura for three weeks while their mother Hope has gone to Europe. Maura's not quite sure how to deal with her.
[CROWD CHEERING]
Let's go, son!
Let's go, buddy!
Hey! That was a cross-check, ref!
- Are you blind?!
- Excuse me.
I'm watching a game here.
Oh, my god! Use the whistle!
That's what it's for!
Hey. Can I just squeeze by?
That is bullshit!
He checked my kid!
You can't give him the penalty!
Please, excuse me.
Ow!
That was my foot, lady.
Sorry. I was just trying to get by.
Please don't push me.
[WHISTLE BLOWS]
[BUZZER RINGS]
Now you made me miss the play.
Hey. I'm talking to you.
[GRUNTS]
Next time, don't push, bitch.
Hey! That's offsides!
[CAR ALARM CHIRPS]
[SCREAMING]
[SLASHING]
Oh. Not those.
What "not those"?
You have six other identical pair.
They're not identical.
That's black patent,
black suede, kitten heel.
Wish I had just one matching pair.
Clear the clutter, cleanse the soul.
I might need those.
Okay, so, you are not the
person who hired my mother
to help you clean out your closet?
- No.
- Great. Let's go do something else.
No, l-I mean... Yes.
Okay. Maybe the shoes are
a little too overwhelming for you.
When was the last time
you wore this dress?
- I haven't had a chance.
- I was with you when you bought it.
Three years ago.
[SCOFFS]
Donation pile.
No, no! I paid to have it tailored.
Why? So we could lord it over
all the other frumpy frocks?
[DOORBELL RINGS]
So help me, if that is Amazon
delivering more shoes...
[GROANING]
If you're doing this to help mom
make extra money, please stop.
[DOOR KNOCK]
Okay. You're not
responsible for her finances.
Yes, but we both
know something's wrong.
- Then why won't she just tell me?
- I don't know.
Cailin, hi. Come on in.
- Is everything okay?
- My mom went to Europe.
You didn't go with her?
- Well, here. Let me help.
- No, it's fine. I got it.
What happened to your foot?
I sprained my ankle.
- Oh. Sorry.
- I'm sorry you're not in Europe.
I have finals.
Listen. I know this is a lot to ask.
Can I stay with you?
With me?
Uh, yes, sure. Sure.
You don't want to be home alone?
I wasn't alone.
My mother hired Mrs. Craberton
to babysit me.
- You're 19.
- I know. Right?
I knew you guys would understand.
- So, how long is Hope gone?
- Three weeks. Thank you.
[SIGHS]
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
Oh. Hey, dude.
Yeah, I did the homework.
Cailin. Where are you going?
Oh, is it okay if I just
stay in your spare bedroom?
Yes, yes.
I'Il-I'll show you where it is.
That's okay. I can find it.
No, I'm listening.
Oh, my god. He so did not.
Oh, my god. He so did, too.
Three weeks?!
Well, you'll get to know each other
better. She's your half-sister.
[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]
Okay, we got a possible
homicide in the parking lot
of the hockey rink
out by Suffolk Downs.
[# LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYING #]
That is like 100 decibels!
You know, I just read a report
about hearing loss in adolescents.
It's up 30%. I'll meet you there.
[###]
[POLICE SIREN]
Hey. Thanks for bringing
me in on this.
I figured you should help
out since we're hockey guys.
- Jane's not working it?
- She and Dr. Isles are almost here.
Well, before she elbows
me out of the way...
...can I get a minute of training?
- You bet. Tell us what you see.
Well, the human body
holds six quarts of blood.
There's about five
of it on the ground.
Good. What else?
I don't see
too many crime-scene markers.
- Did you find a purse or a wallet?
- No. Nothing on the body or nearby.
She's not wearing much jewelry
except a cheap charm bracelet.
Maybe robbery was the motive.
Could be, but it's a pretty
vicious way to kill somebody...
...if all you want
is their purse and jewelry.
Hey. It's a youth hockey game.
You played, too, Frost.
I once saw two parents
go at each other...
...with their kids' hockey
sticks at a pee-wee game.
Sergeant Korsak,
we've got ten officers inside...
...on all the doors and exits.
- Good. Nobody leaves.
Everybody in that rink is a suspect.
- Hey, Wendy.
- Hello, Detective Rizzoli.
- This is Detective Frost.
- Sir.
- You want to take a look at this?
- Really?
It's my dream
to join homicide one day.
Is it okay if I take a look, sir?
Be our guest.
Okay. It's madness, right?
That's one end of her carotid artery.
I've only seen pictures of this stuff.
- Wow. Incredible.
- [GROANS]
Frankie, write down all the tags.
I want a record of every vehicle down here.
- You got it.
I'm heading inside. Officer Rogers...
...I want another officer
on that exit over there.
Yes, sir.
Thanks a lot, Detectives, sir.
Let me know if you need
anything, coffee, anything.
Thanks.
Man!
I got to get over this.
Pretend it's that bag of giblets
you pull out of a turkey
- before you cook it.
- Inside your turkey? Every turkey?
Come on, dude. You can do this.
Okay. Now, just a little bit
at a time, okay?
Huh? You good?
I wouldn't say "good,"
but keep going.
[SIGHS]
Wow.
It works. I'm not gagging.
Whoa.
What did he use,
a dull can opener?
Is that her tongue hanging out?
- Oh, god.
- Ooh.
Damn.
That did it. Dinner's still inside.
Ah.
All right.
[CROWD CHEERING]
I'm not brave enough to stop
a tied youth hockey game.
Looks like we don't have
a choice. Hey, ref!
Boston police! Stop the game!
Oh, ref!
Blow the whistle! Stop the game!
- Back away, Mom!
- What?
Hey! I'm a cop! Stop the game!
I don't care if you're the
Queen of England! Move, Mom!
Oh, you know what? Oh!
You call me "Mom" one more time...
...you watch where
I put that whistle.
It's a police emergency.
Stop the game. Now.
All right, all right, look.
We're very sorry to interrupt your game.
Okay, we are here
to investigate a crime.
What kind of crime?
- Sir, step back, please.
- No, we had this in the bag.
I want to know how long
it's gonna take.
Longer if you don't step back.
This is crap. If my son's not
playing, we're out of here.
Nobody is leaving the arena!
Unless it's in the back
of a squad car.
Can we have all parents standing
with their children, please?
Pair up.
Pair up.
Everybody get with your parents.
There's no parent with that boy.
- Hey, Drew. Where's your mom?
- L-I don't know.
Anybody know where his mom is?
Sometimes she goes outside to smoke
when the kid's line is off the ice.
- Son, what's your name?
- Drew. Drew Bigsby.
Okay, Drew.
We're gonna step outside.
We're gonna look for your mom, okay?
- And what's her name?
- Mary Bigsby.
- Could you stay with him?
- Sure. No problem.
- What's going on?
- Everything's okay.
If we could
all just stay inside, please?
Okay? Keep him inside, please.
Thank you.
Nobody leave the arena.
I'm seeing blood droplets far apart.
She was in a hurry.
So she was bleeding
when she left the rink...
...which doesn't make sense.
- Why not?
Come on. Take a look at the body.
Tell me what you think.
Hey, Frost. Can you run
a DMV search on Mary Bigsby?
- Is that Mary?
- Think so.
FROST: Okay. Here we go.
Mary Bigsby drives a blue minivan.
I got the tags right here.
We'll find it.
Your mother is staying with Cailin.
- Do you think that's okay?
- Do I think it's okay...
...that my mother
is babysitting a grown adult?
- No, I do not.
- Hope was so insistent.
Hope should back off.
Just talk to me about the body.
She has a broken nose and
ajagged injury to her throat.
- See what doesn't make any sense?
- What doesn't make sense?
Two injuries...
broken nose and a slashed throat.
- They're separate.
- Well, how do you know that?
Well, the blood spatter says
that she was ambushed from behind...
...but the droplets
from her busted nose...
...says that she was punched
over there.
You think we're looking
for two attackers?
Maybe.
I think there may be
a speed-burn mark under the blood.
You're right.
- No bloody tire tracks, though.
- So what does that mean?
Somebody was going
in reverse, braked hard here...
...and then sped off
before she bled out.
You think the killer took the
victim's car? We find her keys?
Negative. You think
we're looking at a carjacking?
You got a choice of cars,
you steal a minivan?
Frankie's got eyes
on Mary Bigsby's minivan.
- Someone inside.
- All right, you take the right.
Boston police.
Put your hands on the wheel now.
Do not move your hands.
Keep them on that wheel.
When I tell you, you clasp your hands
behind your head. Do it now.
All right. Now slowly get out of the
car. Keep your hands where they are.
- We've got blood.
- MARY: Oh, come on.
See if she has any I.D.
All this over
a hockey-mom shoving match?
- You are Mary Bigsby?
- That's right.
- Take her in for questioning.
- Let's go. Come on.
If that's Mary Bigsby...
who's that?
Hey, fellas.
Need you to take a look at the victim.
You recognize her?
[GROANS]
It's horrible. Yeah.
She looks like that lady who showed
up during practice, doesn't she?
- Yeah, I think so.
- You know her name?
No. She was very nice.
- She was a sales lady.
- Sales lady?
Yeah, she gave one
of these to all the players.
No-drip helmet pads.
The kids wore them
while they warmed up.
The kids were really excited
because she said
the pads could tell if they were dehydrated.
- How do they do that?
- No idea.
She gave the kids baggies,
had them write their names on them...
...and she collected them
before the game.
She took back used helmet pads?
Yeah, she's gonna analyze them and
bring the results to the next game.
Did you see what kind
of car she drove?
- No.
- No, sorry.
Thank you both.
I'm gonna look up that company.
Are we really thinking someone
in here did this?
Wouldn't they be covered in blood?
Not necessarily. Arterial blood
spray projected forward.
No such thing as no-drip helmet pads.
How can that be?
Our dead Jane Doe worked
for a company that doesn't exist?
JANE: Okay, thanks.
Crime lab has the results
on the blood on Mary's shirt.
It matches our victim's.
Who wants to face off
against a killer hockey mom?
Been there, done that.
I had to live through
my mother's hockey-mom years.
Your mother is too nice
to be one of those mothers.
Oh, yeah? Ask her about the time
that she stormed out onto the ice
in the middle of Frankie's game
and hit the ref with her purse.
- What did Frankie do?
- Tried to change his last name.
We'll take this one, then.
Okay. Good.
I'm going down to autopsy.
Puncture wound is 0.5
centimeters at the apex.
12.7 centimeters ofjagged tear.
[GROANS]
It's like someone pulled
her throat open with claws.
What kind of murder
weapon does that?
It snagged the carotid.
Notice I said "snagged."
I noticed.
Notice how much I would love
to know what the murder weapon is.
Carotid artery was pulled
until it tore.
I notice you said "pulled."
I did.
By a weapon with a curved end.
Okay. We'll put out an all-points
bulletin for Captain Hook.
There's a beige, gummy
substance in the wound.
The lost boys' gummy bears?
[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]
Oh. It's Hope. Again.
All right.
Hello?
Yes. You know, I am just
in the middle of an autopsy.
No. I do not know if
Cailin did her homework...
...but she's a sophomore in college.
Okay, I will.
I will make sure she goes to bed.
- Okay, bye-bye.
- Wow.
No wonder Cailin is frustrated.
I am so glad that Constance
taught me to be independent.
[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]
What do I do?
That's what they invented
voicemail for, Maura.
- I can't. Hello?
- Uh-uh-uh.
Yes. Yes.
No, I did say
that I would monitor her
and make sure she takes
her immunosuppression drugs.
No, no, no,
you have every right to worry.
Okay. I'm sorry.
All right, bye-bye.
Okay, you just
encouraged her to worry.
I just keep forgetting that
Cailin had a kidney transplant.
How do you forget?
It's your kidney.
[BEEPING]
No hits.
Who are you?
KORSAK: You get in a lot scrapes,
Mary, disturbing the peace,
assault and battery,
assault with a deadly weapon?
Deadly weapon?
It was a hockey stick.
Which you used
to break a referee's arm.
He made bad calls, so I said
something, and he got personal.
Is that what sets you off?
When someone gets personal?
He called me a pig with lipstick.
- Man's lucky I don't have a temper.
- What did she call you?
- Is she dead? What happened to her?
- You tell us.
We found her blood
on your clothes.
I punched her in the nose.
That's it. I didn't kill her.
Did you get into it with her
at the game over your kids?
- She didn't even have a kid.
- How do you know?
- It's a small league.
- I know all the parents.
- Never seen her before.
- You just like punching strangers?
I was trying to watch the game,
and that lady kept pushing me...
...and then she rolls
her case over my foot.
- What case?
- I don't know. Some sales case.
It hurt, so I pushed her back.
Must have pushed her pretty hard.
I am telling you, I didn't kill her.
Just one punch, and I watched
her walk away. Look at my file.
Just fat lips,
bloody noses and a ref's arm.
Add a slashed throat.
Oh, god.
I think I'm gonna be sick.
[VOMITING]
We're holding hockey mom,
but I don't think she's our killer.
That lady's as squeamish as Frost.
Lady? She puked on the table.
- Did she I.D. The victim, at least?
- No.
Damn. Well, Maura's checking her
dental records. What else can we do?
Every car in that parking lot
is accounted for.
(SIGHS)
Okay.
There is no bus service in that area.
There is no record of a taxi
dropping anyone off...
...and there is no way that
she walked more than half a block...
...in those heels,
which means she had a car.
And we showed all the parents,
employees and coaches her photo.
Kids remembered her handing out
helmet pads. No one knew her name.
Killer took everything
that could identify her.
Except her body.
Maybe because he was interrupted.
He pulls the car back,
he stops here.
Maybe he was about
to dump her body in the trunk.
- That's when Mary came out to smoke.
- That makes sense.
But if we can't I.D. Her,
we're screwed...
...unless she had a car
and we can find it.
Jane, I'm sorry to interrupt.
- What's the matter?
- Cailin's missing.
Angela, is Cailin here?
- No, honey.
- She's not here, Jane.
No, I'm not asking you
to leave work. Okay.
I can't find Cailin.
Um, well, when's the last
time you talked to her?
Four hours ago.
Yes. Yes,
I checked all the hospitals.
And you checked back
with the state troopers, right?
Maura, it's only 11:30.
She is a teenager.
I think we should file
a missing person's.
Yes, please, Jane.
Okay. Thank you.
Are you really gonna put out
a missing person's bulletin?
She could be at school.
Well, I told her she had
to stay in touch with me.
Did you give her a curfew?
No. I didn't know I needed to.
- Where the hell have you been?
- At the library.
- Well, you cannot do that.
- I can't go to the library?
No, you cannot not return my texts.
Oh. Sorry.
L-I turned my phone off.
I was studying.
We-we filed a missing
person's report on you.
Oh, my god.
Why would you do that?
Because I didn't know
where you were!
I thought...
I thought you were different.
You thought if you
stayed with me...
...that you could just
do whatever you wanted.
- Maura doesn't have kids.
- I'm not a kid.
No, you're not,
but she is responsible for you.
Well, I don't see
how sending the police
on a wild goose chase is responsible.
I have to call Jane and tell her
not to put a bolo out for you.
Yeah, she might have better
things to do, like solve a murder.
Well, I know I have
better things to do
than take care of an
irresponsible, selfish teenager.
Maura.
Look, she was just worried.
That's all.
Come on. Have a brownie.
- Only if they have weed in them.
- You brought marijuana here?
Yeah, 'cause that's what an irresponsible,
selfish teenager would do.
It's ajoke!
Listen, I'm sure you're stressed-out
studying for your finals.
Why don't you go take a bath?
- I'll bring you a cup of tea.
- Okay.
I never get that angry.
That's what a fight
with a sibling feels like.
It'll be okay, Maura.
[SIGHS]
[GIGGLES]
Oh, my god. Shut up.
Why would you let him do that?
- Good morning.
- Oh, hey.
- You're up early.
- Yeah, we never went to bed.
Right. Why go to bed?
You don't need any sleep
for rigorous pre-med coursework.
[LAUGHING]
I'm sure you didn't need it, either...
...because you're a genius
like Cailin.
She aces everything
with or without sleep.
- Does she?
- You can take a shower, if you want.
Oh. Am I embarrassing you?
- I think you look great.
- Yeah, me too.
It's so cool when women your age
look good even without makeup.
- My age?
- It's a compliment, Maura.
Really?
I almost tripped over this young man.
I thought the homeless
moved in to Beacon Hill.
Dylan's from Santa Cruz.
He misses sleeping outside.
Yeah, I love sleeping
under the stars.
Your brick walkway's not
very comfortable, though.
- Hmm.
- [GIGGLES]
Cailin, can I speak to you upstairs?
Man, that looks good.
Cool.
Good thing it's for you, then.
You are quite the hostess.
You made breakfast for...
Dylan, is it?
- Yeah, hey. How's it going?
- Cailin, that looks delicious.
Yours is in the oven, Mrs. Rizzoli.
So, do you want to talk now
or eat before your food gets cold?
I wanted to scream
when I saw my kitchen.
Yeah, well, children push buttons
you didn't even know you had.
Well, she's not my child.
She's an adult... child.
You know, I read somewhere
the brain isn't fully developed until 26...
...which explains a lot.
Well, maybe Hope is right
in treating her like a kid.
All she did was have a couple
of friends over and make a mess.
Which we cleaned up.
But she wasn't trying
to get under your skin.
She needs to learn.
Set some boundaries.
You know, I barely know her.
I don't want her to hate me.
Look, teenagers
are like big toddlers.
You would see the cute toddler
in her if she was yours.
Maura, she's a good kid.
- And she worships you.
- No, she doesn't.
Yes, she does. Set some boundaries,
then stick to them.
[DOOR SHUTS]
Oh, crap. I am so late.
Bye. Have a good day.
Um, Cailin?
I would appreciate it if you
cleaned up after yourself.
Sure. Yeah. I'll do it later. Bye.
Bye.
How was that?
Good.
I just don't understand
how she could be so oblivious.
Come on. I was a slob when I was 19.
And I bet you didn't start
color-coordinating your hangers
- until you were in your 20s.
- I was always neat.
Okay. Cailin is a good person.
She's a good student.
Does she have
to be a good cleaner, too?
No. Yes.
- Morning. Anything?
- No. Still a Jane Doe.
Frost and I went through
all the tow records
and parking tickets
near the hockey rink.
Nothing stands out. We're still no
closer to finding that phantom car.
Results on the gummy substance
in the wound came back.
The weapon had traces
of paraffin, polyester fibers
- and clotrimazole on it.
- What's clotrimazole?
Anti-fungal cream.
So our killer has jock
itch or athlete's foot.
Wait. Paraffin? Wax.
Killer was a hockey player.
A skater's shoelaces
are made of polyester
and then rubbed down
with wax so that they don't fray.
- The weapon is not a shoelace.
- No, but...
...could be something
used to tighten the laces.
- Like what?
- Skate hook.
You said it had a hooked end. Could
a skate hook be the murder weapon?
Well, the puncture wound
was 0.05 centimeters.
That is consistent with it.
It does have a blunt edge.
I'd have to test one and compare it
to the wound track of the victim.
I'm gonna get a coffee.
Anybody want anything?
Yeah. I'd like a big jelly doughnut.
I get really hungry when we talk
about ripping apart someone's throat.
That a boy, Frost.
Hey, there.
Hello, Vince.
What are you doing
taking out the trash?
- Want me to knock Stanley around?
- No, I'm... I'm just recycling.
- Everything all right?
- Yeah.
You're not recycling.
What are you doing, Angela?
Sit down.
I should have signed those
divorce papers. I will now.
- For all the good it'll do me.
- Oh, boy. What happened?
I don't want my kids to know any more
bad stuff about their father.
I'm a vault.
He didn't pay our taxes.
Uh-oh. How much do you owe?
- $27,000.
- That's a lot of cans.
Yeah, but I have several jobs
I'm doing, and I'll find a way.
- I always do.
- You work hard enough.
Let me loan it to you, interest-free.
It's not a problem.
I can't take your money, Vince.
But thank you.
I've tested every
manufacturer's skate hook.
- This is the last one.
- What do you think?
Well, it's consistent
with the victim's wound...
...in both depth and edge pattern.
So, our victim and our murder
weapon came out of that hockey rink.
Maybe our killer did, too.
So, how many people were at the rink
when the first responders showed up?
58 parents, 30 kids, two coaches,
and five rink employees.
We ran them all. Only crazy
hockey mom Mary had a record.
And who here thinks she's the killer?
A skate hook is a weapon
of opportunity.
If you're killing somebody
with that...
...in a public place,
you're not planning this.
Yeah, and why was our victim
pretending to be
a helmet-pad saleswoman?
And what's with all
the sweat analyzing?
She's looking for something.
Or maybe someone.
Yeah, you can get DNAfrom sweat.
Only kids were wearing them,
so maybe she was looking for a kid.
Maybe. Okay, let's go back
to my missing-car theory.
The killer didn't want
the victim to be identified...
...so if she had a car,
he got rid of it.
Harbor is right near the rink.
Best place to deep-six
a car is the bottom of the sea.
And we can't call the dive team and
have them search the entire harbor.
No, but we could ask them
to search the end of pier 21.
Somebody's in a guessing mood today.
It's more than a guess.
Road construction has all the streets
in that area shut down
except the one to pier 21.
And that area is abandoned, too.
Nobody would see you
push a car off a pier.
And while we're bothering
the dive team,
we might as well bring everybody
in who had access to a skate hook...
...including parents
and ice-rink employees.
And we can rule out
kids and coaches...
...because they were on
or near the ice.
That's still 65 people.
Who's gonna do all those interviews?
- Hey, Frankie.
- Hey.
JANE: What are you doing today?
How'd you feel about doing interviews
for the hockey-rink homicide?
Love to.
Yeah, I need divers in the water
off pier 21. Looking for a car.
- Yeah.
- You want a description?
How about you let me know
if you find more than one?
- Thank you.
- JANE: Frankie.
Make 65 copies of that.
- Okay. Why?
- Yeah, why?
Because we haven't had a break in
this case, It's time we got creative.
Take a look at this photo,
would you?
- Do you recognize her?
- I don't. Sorry.
Take another look.
I just said I've never seen her.
You don't listen.
Can I go?
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
Korsak. Where?
I'm on the way.
Jane felt sorry for Frankie.
She's helping him finish the interviews.
Divers found a late-model Ford Focus
off pier 21, pulling it out now.
- Should I tell Jane?
- Only if you want to switch places.
I'd rather watch the crane pull the
car out of the ocean. Is that wrong?
[CHUCKLING]
No. Come on.
This is so cool.
Wouldn't it be great if there were
a couple of lobsters in there?
Cannot believe I told
Frankie I would help him.
I don't ever want to talk
to another hockey parent
- as long as I live.
- [LAUGHING]
MAURA: Oh! Angela's Pick
Me Ups.
Ma, I do hope you're not selling
speed to the secretarial pool.
- No, you know, it's that 3:00 slump.
- And Stanley doesn't mind?
I'm filling a need.
I'm not taking his business.
Okay, ma, enough.
What's going on?
It isn't anything
I want to talk about.
You'd tell me if you
were in trouble, right?
Yeah. Jane,
I just enjoy baking, okay?
Okay.
Maybe she just doesn't
want to burden you.
There are certain things
my mother will not talk about.
Money problems
is at the top of that list.
Speaking of problems, have you talked
to Cailin in the last five seconds?
Well, I told her she has to check
in with me every 30 minutes.
Okay. No.
You're the one with the problem.
Me? Well, I'm just trying
to create boundaries.
Give her what she wants:
A relationship.
Okay, she came to you as a big
sister, not as another mother.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING]
Hey, Frost. What's up?
Jane, I think we found
the victim's car.
That's great.
There's a purse...
and a wallet and a cellphone.
KORSAK: Yeah, it's the victim's.
Found her no-drip
helmet-pad sales case.
- Okay. What's her name?
- Carla Dalton, 42 years old.
She has a Rhode Island
driver's license.
KORSAK: And a Cohasset address.
Hey. We have a parking permit.
Looks like she worked
at Easton Labs.
Easton Labs?
Maybe they make helmet pads.
No, no. Easton Labs is
a pharmaceutical company.
They make drugs
for neurological diseases.
Carla Dalton was an M.D.
She was Easton Labs'
Director of Clinical Research.
Tell Frankie to go
with Korsak to her residence.
- You meet me at Easton Labs.
- Will do.
Our victim has a name:
Dr. Carla Dalton.
Oh, god.
Yes, that's Dr. Dalton.
She was a wonderful woman.
Was she based here in Boston?
No. She was only in this office
for a few months.
Our headquarters
are in New York.
But I supervised her research,
so we talked frequently.
- Do you know if she was married?
- No, she wasn't.
No children, either,
which is probably why
she was such
a dedicated researcher.
What kind of research
was she doing?
Her passion
was Huntington's disease.
Huntington's is an incurable
hereditary brain disorder...
...that damages nerve cells
and incapacitates you.
- It's fatal.
- Did Dr. Dalton have Huntington's?
I never asked. She once told
me that her sister had it.
We should have Maura
do a blood test, find out.
Do you know what Dr. Dalton was
working on at the time of her death?
She was conducting
drug trials.
She was determined
to find a cure for Huntington's.
Do you have any idea
why Dr. Dalton would be
attending boys' hockey games
and distributing these?
I have no idea.
These don't have anything
to do with her research.
Is there any reason that she
would be collecting samples...
...of perspiration
from adolescent boys?
Well, that's the group
that she was focused on
but the only way to detect
Huntington's is with a blood test.
So all of her subjects were
adolescent boys ages 12 to 14?
Yes. She said she wanted
to study juveniles.
Seems like a pretty
specific sample group.
Yes, it is,
but Dr. Dalton insisted.
[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]
Excuse me. It's Korsak.
Please, feel free
to use our conference room.
Thank you for your time.
We're very sorry for your loss.
JANE: Hey, Korsak.
You at her apartment?
Yeah, but somebody
got here first.
They left her research
notebooks...
...but the computer's gone.
- Whoever tossed her apartment
probably had something to do
with the murder.
We'll pack everything up.
The killer might have missed something.
- Okay, that's a lot of helmet pads.
- JANE: What?
Used no-drip helmet pads,
hundreds of them.
JANE: So, Carla did drug trials
in Miami, Annapolis, Houston,
Corpus Christi, Portland,
Seattle, and Boston...
...which is the same places
that she collected
the sweaty helmet pads from.
And every city she picked
was near an ocean.
Yeah.
She was focused
on three things...
...12 to 14-year-old
male hockey players...
...Huntington's disease,
and coastal cities.
She was looking for somebody...
...someone connected
to these three things.
So, Dr. Carla Dalton
did not have
the genetic marker for Huntington's.
What do you make of her
data from her drug trials?
Well, let's see.
The research subjects
are all anonymous.
They all have a number
and identifying information, like this.
The subject is a
13-year-old boy from Boston...
...who likes skateboarding
and science fiction.
Okay. Why is this boy circled?
14-year-old from Boston.
Enjoys hockey and sailing.
Where are the helmet pads
from Boston?
Not much use.
They were in the trunk of her car.
How odd.
She was running DNA she extracted
from sweat in the helmet pads...
...against DNAfrom her
Huntington's test subjects.
- And this is even odder.
- What?
MAURA: She's comparing
the results to her own DNA.
I got more info on Carla Dalton.
She was originally
from Newport, Rhode Island.
CSRU is pulling prints
from the submerged car
to compare to the 65 people
you and Frankie interviewed.
Well, how did you get the prints from
and the parents
and the rink employees?
Jane had them all handle
a photo of the victim.
Hmm. Genius.
There's a date engraved
on this sailboat charm.
July 17, 2001.
July 17th. Hang on.
I just saw that.
Frost, bring up Carla's
phone records for July 17th.
Did she call anyone?
Afew Boston numbers
and a call to Rhode Island.
Go back a year.
She called the same
Rhode Island number.
Go back another year.
- There it is again.
- Run it.
It's registered
to a Jonathan McKnight.
[DIALING]
Yes, hello. This is Detective
Jane Rizzoli from Boston homicide.
Oh, you are?
Well, we're investigating
the murder of Dr. Carla Dalton.
Well, I'm very sorry
to hear that.
Uh... Yes, yeah, tomorrow
morning would be fine.
Okay, thank you very much, Sergeant.
Sergeant?
Jonathan McKnight is
a retired homicide detective.
He knew Carla, and he wants
to talk to us tomorrow.
I always worried
that Carla was right...
...this is how it would end.
How what would end?
I met Carla 12 years ago.
This is Carla
with her sister, Bridget.
Bridget, her husband, Michael,
and their two-year-old son, Todd.
All died in a boating
accident, July 17, 2001.
Well, wait.
You're a retired homicide detective.
Why would you be investigating
a boating accident?
Carla was convinced
it wasn't an accident.
- Did you find the bodies?
- Only Bridget's body washed up.
- What was the cause of death?
- Drowning.
And what did Carla think happened
to her brother-in-law and her nephew?
She was convinced that
Michael killed his wife...
...faked his own death
so he could take their son.
What did you think?
That she didn't have any proof.
Did Carla know if Michael
ever threatened her sister?
She said there was
tension in the marriage...
...that Bridget
had some terrible illness.
- Huntington's disease.
- Yes, that's it.
It's passed down
from the mother.
Bridget's son has a 50/50
chance of inheriting it.
The intersecting circles.
14-year-old boy who played
hockey and lived near the ocean.
Carla was looking
for her nephew.
Oh, yeah. She was obsessed
with finding Todd...
...and bringing Michael to justice.
I wanted to help her. I...
There was nothing to go on.
Why would Michael stage
a boating accident?
I mean, there are easier ways
to leave your spouse and get custody.
Well, after Michael's
presumed drowning...
...the investment firm he worked for
said he was under investigation
for embezzling millions.
So get rid of your wife,
take your son and the money...
...and no one will look
for you if you're dead.
Did Michael have
any connection to hockey?
He played semi-pro.
He was a real fanatic.
He'd dress that boy in hockey shirts
and had him on skates
as soon as he could walk.
You never change your hobbies...
...and Michael had two of them:
Sailing and hockey.
Do you have Michael's
prints on file?
Michael Leahy. Right here.
FRANKIE: This is everyone
we interviewed.
That one.
Load that one up, Frankie.
Those are Michael
Leahy's prints, all right.
Pull up the DMV photo
on the ones that match.
Doug Pierce.
You recognize him?
Hmm. Maybe.
He's had surgery.
His eyes are similar
and so are his ears.
This is the same man.
So Doug Pierce is
Michael Leahy.
We got him.
Doug Pierce remarried.
I bet wife number two has no idea
he murdered wife number one.
He keeps a low profile.
Works as an investment adviser
from his home.
I sent uniforms,
but he won't be there.
- Guy's on the run.
- Okay. All right, thanks.
His son, who has perfect attendance,
didn't go to school today.
Why would he voluntarily come
in and do an interview with me?
I remember Doug Pierce.
He was calm.
Well, he was buying time.
If he didn't show up,
we'd know it was him.
This way, he keeps us investigating,
and he gets a head start.
He knows we've got him on
a watch list at the airport.
Do a search. See if Doug Pierce
is a registered boat owner.
[TYPING]
What do you know?
- You're not going with us.
- Yes, I am.
What are you gonna do
if he starts to run?
Hobble.
Thank you.
- This is gonna be awesome.
- Yeah. Not much wind.
- No sign of Michael.
- The hatch is open. He's down below.
Frankie, get the kid and the
wife off, fast as you can. Ready?
Boston police!
Get off the boat!
- Why?
- Step off the boat, Mrs. Pierce.
- Wait. What's going on?
- LUKE: Mom...
- Luke, come on.
- You, too. Come on.
Mrs. Pierce:
Okay. Go, go, go. Let's go.
- Don't move.
- It's over, Michael.
Michael? What?
You have the wrong man.
Carla see you at the ice rink?
Or did you go after her
after you saw her?
You saw her.
Why couldn't she
just let me be?
JANE: She was watching the game,
wasn't she?
Hoping one of those boys
was her nephew.
MICHAEL: Like a freaking bloodhound.
12 years later, she tracks me down.
Shows up like a ghost
at my son's game, wrecking my life.
Just like her damn sister.
JANE: You know how
she found you?
You signed your son
up for her drug trial.
Five years she spent comparing her DNA
to hundreds of boys
trying to find her sister's son.
While also trying to find a cure
for Huntington's.
Now that's a good person.
Dad, why are they talking
about Huntington's?
- How do they know?
- Sheila, get Luke out of here.
No, dad, what's happening?
Who's Carla?
What did you tell him when
he cried out for his mother?
His mother?
She abandoned him.
I am his mother.
Sheila, shut up!
- And get him the hell out of here!
- No, Dad!
Michael Leahy,
you are under arrest...
...for the murders of Carla Dalton
and Bridget Dalton Leahy.
I can still hear that
poor kid yelling, "Dad!"
Carla was so close.
So tragic.
But it's beautiful, too,
how much she loved her sister.
[DOOR OPENS]
Hey.
I'm guessing you're not gonna
offer me a glass of wine.
We could pretend it's France.
It's okay. I got a guy
that can buy me a six-pack.
I'm kidding.
- I hear you're a good cook.
- Yeah.
You want me to make
you something?
Are you planning
to clean up after yourself?
Is that part of the deal?
No.
We could order takeout.
You could help me
throw out the boxes.
- Deal.
- Yeah.
Deal.
Ripped By mstoll
Let's go, son!
Let's go, buddy!
Hey! That was a cross-check, ref!
- Are you blind?!
- Excuse me.
I'm watching a game here.
Oh, my god! Use the whistle!
That's what it's for!
Hey. Can I just squeeze by?
That is bullshit!
He checked my kid!
You can't give him the penalty!
Please, excuse me.
Ow!
That was my foot, lady.
Sorry. I was just trying to get by.
Please don't push me.
[WHISTLE BLOWS]
[BUZZER RINGS]
Now you made me miss the play.
Hey. I'm talking to you.
[GRUNTS]
Next time, don't push, bitch.
Hey! That's offsides!
[CAR ALARM CHIRPS]
[SCREAMING]
[SLASHING]
Oh. Not those.
What "not those"?
You have six other identical pair.
They're not identical.
That's black patent,
black suede, kitten heel.
Wish I had just one matching pair.
Clear the clutter, cleanse the soul.
I might need those.
Okay, so, you are not the
person who hired my mother
to help you clean out your closet?
- No.
- Great. Let's go do something else.
No, l-I mean... Yes.
Okay. Maybe the shoes are
a little too overwhelming for you.
When was the last time
you wore this dress?
- I haven't had a chance.
- I was with you when you bought it.
Three years ago.
[SCOFFS]
Donation pile.
No, no! I paid to have it tailored.
Why? So we could lord it over
all the other frumpy frocks?
[DOORBELL RINGS]
So help me, if that is Amazon
delivering more shoes...
[GROANING]
If you're doing this to help mom
make extra money, please stop.
[DOOR KNOCK]
Okay. You're not
responsible for her finances.
Yes, but we both
know something's wrong.
- Then why won't she just tell me?
- I don't know.
Cailin, hi. Come on in.
- Is everything okay?
- My mom went to Europe.
You didn't go with her?
- Well, here. Let me help.
- No, it's fine. I got it.
What happened to your foot?
I sprained my ankle.
- Oh. Sorry.
- I'm sorry you're not in Europe.
I have finals.
Listen. I know this is a lot to ask.
Can I stay with you?
With me?
Uh, yes, sure. Sure.
You don't want to be home alone?
I wasn't alone.
My mother hired Mrs. Craberton
to babysit me.
- You're 19.
- I know. Right?
I knew you guys would understand.
- So, how long is Hope gone?
- Three weeks. Thank you.
[SIGHS]
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
Oh. Hey, dude.
Yeah, I did the homework.
Cailin. Where are you going?
Oh, is it okay if I just
stay in your spare bedroom?
Yes, yes.
I'Il-I'll show you where it is.
That's okay. I can find it.
No, I'm listening.
Oh, my god. He so did not.
Oh, my god. He so did, too.
Three weeks?!
Well, you'll get to know each other
better. She's your half-sister.
[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]
Okay, we got a possible
homicide in the parking lot
of the hockey rink
out by Suffolk Downs.
[# LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYING #]
That is like 100 decibels!
You know, I just read a report
about hearing loss in adolescents.
It's up 30%. I'll meet you there.
[###]
[POLICE SIREN]
Hey. Thanks for bringing
me in on this.
I figured you should help
out since we're hockey guys.
- Jane's not working it?
- She and Dr. Isles are almost here.
Well, before she elbows
me out of the way...
...can I get a minute of training?
- You bet. Tell us what you see.
Well, the human body
holds six quarts of blood.
There's about five
of it on the ground.
Good. What else?
I don't see
too many crime-scene markers.
- Did you find a purse or a wallet?
- No. Nothing on the body or nearby.
She's not wearing much jewelry
except a cheap charm bracelet.
Maybe robbery was the motive.
Could be, but it's a pretty
vicious way to kill somebody...
...if all you want
is their purse and jewelry.
Hey. It's a youth hockey game.
You played, too, Frost.
I once saw two parents
go at each other...
...with their kids' hockey
sticks at a pee-wee game.
Sergeant Korsak,
we've got ten officers inside...
...on all the doors and exits.
- Good. Nobody leaves.
Everybody in that rink is a suspect.
- Hey, Wendy.
- Hello, Detective Rizzoli.
- This is Detective Frost.
- Sir.
- You want to take a look at this?
- Really?
It's my dream
to join homicide one day.
Is it okay if I take a look, sir?
Be our guest.
Okay. It's madness, right?
That's one end of her carotid artery.
I've only seen pictures of this stuff.
- Wow. Incredible.
- [GROANS]
Frankie, write down all the tags.
I want a record of every vehicle down here.
- You got it.
I'm heading inside. Officer Rogers...
...I want another officer
on that exit over there.
Yes, sir.
Thanks a lot, Detectives, sir.
Let me know if you need
anything, coffee, anything.
Thanks.
Man!
I got to get over this.
Pretend it's that bag of giblets
you pull out of a turkey
- before you cook it.
- Inside your turkey? Every turkey?
Come on, dude. You can do this.
Okay. Now, just a little bit
at a time, okay?
Huh? You good?
I wouldn't say "good,"
but keep going.
[SIGHS]
Wow.
It works. I'm not gagging.
Whoa.
What did he use,
a dull can opener?
Is that her tongue hanging out?
- Oh, god.
- Ooh.
Damn.
That did it. Dinner's still inside.
Ah.
All right.
[CROWD CHEERING]
I'm not brave enough to stop
a tied youth hockey game.
Looks like we don't have
a choice. Hey, ref!
Boston police! Stop the game!
Oh, ref!
Blow the whistle! Stop the game!
- Back away, Mom!
- What?
Hey! I'm a cop! Stop the game!
I don't care if you're the
Queen of England! Move, Mom!
Oh, you know what? Oh!
You call me "Mom" one more time...
...you watch where
I put that whistle.
It's a police emergency.
Stop the game. Now.
All right, all right, look.
We're very sorry to interrupt your game.
Okay, we are here
to investigate a crime.
What kind of crime?
- Sir, step back, please.
- No, we had this in the bag.
I want to know how long
it's gonna take.
Longer if you don't step back.
This is crap. If my son's not
playing, we're out of here.
Nobody is leaving the arena!
Unless it's in the back
of a squad car.
Can we have all parents standing
with their children, please?
Pair up.
Pair up.
Everybody get with your parents.
There's no parent with that boy.
- Hey, Drew. Where's your mom?
- L-I don't know.
Anybody know where his mom is?
Sometimes she goes outside to smoke
when the kid's line is off the ice.
- Son, what's your name?
- Drew. Drew Bigsby.
Okay, Drew.
We're gonna step outside.
We're gonna look for your mom, okay?
- And what's her name?
- Mary Bigsby.
- Could you stay with him?
- Sure. No problem.
- What's going on?
- Everything's okay.
If we could
all just stay inside, please?
Okay? Keep him inside, please.
Thank you.
Nobody leave the arena.
I'm seeing blood droplets far apart.
She was in a hurry.
So she was bleeding
when she left the rink...
...which doesn't make sense.
- Why not?
Come on. Take a look at the body.
Tell me what you think.
Hey, Frost. Can you run
a DMV search on Mary Bigsby?
- Is that Mary?
- Think so.
FROST: Okay. Here we go.
Mary Bigsby drives a blue minivan.
I got the tags right here.
We'll find it.
Your mother is staying with Cailin.
- Do you think that's okay?
- Do I think it's okay...
...that my mother
is babysitting a grown adult?
- No, I do not.
- Hope was so insistent.
Hope should back off.
Just talk to me about the body.
She has a broken nose and
ajagged injury to her throat.
- See what doesn't make any sense?
- What doesn't make sense?
Two injuries...
broken nose and a slashed throat.
- They're separate.
- Well, how do you know that?
Well, the blood spatter says
that she was ambushed from behind...
...but the droplets
from her busted nose...
...says that she was punched
over there.
You think we're looking
for two attackers?
Maybe.
I think there may be
a speed-burn mark under the blood.
You're right.
- No bloody tire tracks, though.
- So what does that mean?
Somebody was going
in reverse, braked hard here...
...and then sped off
before she bled out.
You think the killer took the
victim's car? We find her keys?
Negative. You think
we're looking at a carjacking?
You got a choice of cars,
you steal a minivan?
Frankie's got eyes
on Mary Bigsby's minivan.
- Someone inside.
- All right, you take the right.
Boston police.
Put your hands on the wheel now.
Do not move your hands.
Keep them on that wheel.
When I tell you, you clasp your hands
behind your head. Do it now.
All right. Now slowly get out of the
car. Keep your hands where they are.
- We've got blood.
- MARY: Oh, come on.
See if she has any I.D.
All this over
a hockey-mom shoving match?
- You are Mary Bigsby?
- That's right.
- Take her in for questioning.
- Let's go. Come on.
If that's Mary Bigsby...
who's that?
Hey, fellas.
Need you to take a look at the victim.
You recognize her?
[GROANS]
It's horrible. Yeah.
She looks like that lady who showed
up during practice, doesn't she?
- Yeah, I think so.
- You know her name?
No. She was very nice.
- She was a sales lady.
- Sales lady?
Yeah, she gave one
of these to all the players.
No-drip helmet pads.
The kids wore them
while they warmed up.
The kids were really excited
because she said
the pads could tell if they were dehydrated.
- How do they do that?
- No idea.
She gave the kids baggies,
had them write their names on them...
...and she collected them
before the game.
She took back used helmet pads?
Yeah, she's gonna analyze them and
bring the results to the next game.
Did you see what kind
of car she drove?
- No.
- No, sorry.
Thank you both.
I'm gonna look up that company.
Are we really thinking someone
in here did this?
Wouldn't they be covered in blood?
Not necessarily. Arterial blood
spray projected forward.
No such thing as no-drip helmet pads.
How can that be?
Our dead Jane Doe worked
for a company that doesn't exist?
JANE: Okay, thanks.
Crime lab has the results
on the blood on Mary's shirt.
It matches our victim's.
Who wants to face off
against a killer hockey mom?
Been there, done that.
I had to live through
my mother's hockey-mom years.
Your mother is too nice
to be one of those mothers.
Oh, yeah? Ask her about the time
that she stormed out onto the ice
in the middle of Frankie's game
and hit the ref with her purse.
- What did Frankie do?
- Tried to change his last name.
We'll take this one, then.
Okay. Good.
I'm going down to autopsy.
Puncture wound is 0.5
centimeters at the apex.
12.7 centimeters ofjagged tear.
[GROANS]
It's like someone pulled
her throat open with claws.
What kind of murder
weapon does that?
It snagged the carotid.
Notice I said "snagged."
I noticed.
Notice how much I would love
to know what the murder weapon is.
Carotid artery was pulled
until it tore.
I notice you said "pulled."
I did.
By a weapon with a curved end.
Okay. We'll put out an all-points
bulletin for Captain Hook.
There's a beige, gummy
substance in the wound.
The lost boys' gummy bears?
[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]
Oh. It's Hope. Again.
All right.
Hello?
Yes. You know, I am just
in the middle of an autopsy.
No. I do not know if
Cailin did her homework...
...but she's a sophomore in college.
Okay, I will.
I will make sure she goes to bed.
- Okay, bye-bye.
- Wow.
No wonder Cailin is frustrated.
I am so glad that Constance
taught me to be independent.
[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]
What do I do?
That's what they invented
voicemail for, Maura.
- I can't. Hello?
- Uh-uh-uh.
Yes. Yes.
No, I did say
that I would monitor her
and make sure she takes
her immunosuppression drugs.
No, no, no,
you have every right to worry.
Okay. I'm sorry.
All right, bye-bye.
Okay, you just
encouraged her to worry.
I just keep forgetting that
Cailin had a kidney transplant.
How do you forget?
It's your kidney.
[BEEPING]
No hits.
Who are you?
KORSAK: You get in a lot scrapes,
Mary, disturbing the peace,
assault and battery,
assault with a deadly weapon?
Deadly weapon?
It was a hockey stick.
Which you used
to break a referee's arm.
He made bad calls, so I said
something, and he got personal.
Is that what sets you off?
When someone gets personal?
He called me a pig with lipstick.
- Man's lucky I don't have a temper.
- What did she call you?
- Is she dead? What happened to her?
- You tell us.
We found her blood
on your clothes.
I punched her in the nose.
That's it. I didn't kill her.
Did you get into it with her
at the game over your kids?
- She didn't even have a kid.
- How do you know?
- It's a small league.
- I know all the parents.
- Never seen her before.
- You just like punching strangers?
I was trying to watch the game,
and that lady kept pushing me...
...and then she rolls
her case over my foot.
- What case?
- I don't know. Some sales case.
It hurt, so I pushed her back.
Must have pushed her pretty hard.
I am telling you, I didn't kill her.
Just one punch, and I watched
her walk away. Look at my file.
Just fat lips,
bloody noses and a ref's arm.
Add a slashed throat.
Oh, god.
I think I'm gonna be sick.
[VOMITING]
We're holding hockey mom,
but I don't think she's our killer.
That lady's as squeamish as Frost.
Lady? She puked on the table.
- Did she I.D. The victim, at least?
- No.
Damn. Well, Maura's checking her
dental records. What else can we do?
Every car in that parking lot
is accounted for.
(SIGHS)
Okay.
There is no bus service in that area.
There is no record of a taxi
dropping anyone off...
...and there is no way that
she walked more than half a block...
...in those heels,
which means she had a car.
And we showed all the parents,
employees and coaches her photo.
Kids remembered her handing out
helmet pads. No one knew her name.
Killer took everything
that could identify her.
Except her body.
Maybe because he was interrupted.
He pulls the car back,
he stops here.
Maybe he was about
to dump her body in the trunk.
- That's when Mary came out to smoke.
- That makes sense.
But if we can't I.D. Her,
we're screwed...
...unless she had a car
and we can find it.
Jane, I'm sorry to interrupt.
- What's the matter?
- Cailin's missing.
Angela, is Cailin here?
- No, honey.
- She's not here, Jane.
No, I'm not asking you
to leave work. Okay.
I can't find Cailin.
Um, well, when's the last
time you talked to her?
Four hours ago.
Yes. Yes,
I checked all the hospitals.
And you checked back
with the state troopers, right?
Maura, it's only 11:30.
She is a teenager.
I think we should file
a missing person's.
Yes, please, Jane.
Okay. Thank you.
Are you really gonna put out
a missing person's bulletin?
She could be at school.
Well, I told her she had
to stay in touch with me.
Did you give her a curfew?
No. I didn't know I needed to.
- Where the hell have you been?
- At the library.
- Well, you cannot do that.
- I can't go to the library?
No, you cannot not return my texts.
Oh. Sorry.
L-I turned my phone off.
I was studying.
We-we filed a missing
person's report on you.
Oh, my god.
Why would you do that?
Because I didn't know
where you were!
I thought...
I thought you were different.
You thought if you
stayed with me...
...that you could just
do whatever you wanted.
- Maura doesn't have kids.
- I'm not a kid.
No, you're not,
but she is responsible for you.
Well, I don't see
how sending the police
on a wild goose chase is responsible.
I have to call Jane and tell her
not to put a bolo out for you.
Yeah, she might have better
things to do, like solve a murder.
Well, I know I have
better things to do
than take care of an
irresponsible, selfish teenager.
Maura.
Look, she was just worried.
That's all.
Come on. Have a brownie.
- Only if they have weed in them.
- You brought marijuana here?
Yeah, 'cause that's what an irresponsible,
selfish teenager would do.
It's ajoke!
Listen, I'm sure you're stressed-out
studying for your finals.
Why don't you go take a bath?
- I'll bring you a cup of tea.
- Okay.
I never get that angry.
That's what a fight
with a sibling feels like.
It'll be okay, Maura.
[SIGHS]
[GIGGLES]
Oh, my god. Shut up.
Why would you let him do that?
- Good morning.
- Oh, hey.
- You're up early.
- Yeah, we never went to bed.
Right. Why go to bed?
You don't need any sleep
for rigorous pre-med coursework.
[LAUGHING]
I'm sure you didn't need it, either...
...because you're a genius
like Cailin.
She aces everything
with or without sleep.
- Does she?
- You can take a shower, if you want.
Oh. Am I embarrassing you?
- I think you look great.
- Yeah, me too.
It's so cool when women your age
look good even without makeup.
- My age?
- It's a compliment, Maura.
Really?
I almost tripped over this young man.
I thought the homeless
moved in to Beacon Hill.
Dylan's from Santa Cruz.
He misses sleeping outside.
Yeah, I love sleeping
under the stars.
Your brick walkway's not
very comfortable, though.
- Hmm.
- [GIGGLES]
Cailin, can I speak to you upstairs?
Man, that looks good.
Cool.
Good thing it's for you, then.
You are quite the hostess.
You made breakfast for...
Dylan, is it?
- Yeah, hey. How's it going?
- Cailin, that looks delicious.
Yours is in the oven, Mrs. Rizzoli.
So, do you want to talk now
or eat before your food gets cold?
I wanted to scream
when I saw my kitchen.
Yeah, well, children push buttons
you didn't even know you had.
Well, she's not my child.
She's an adult... child.
You know, I read somewhere
the brain isn't fully developed until 26...
...which explains a lot.
Well, maybe Hope is right
in treating her like a kid.
All she did was have a couple
of friends over and make a mess.
Which we cleaned up.
But she wasn't trying
to get under your skin.
She needs to learn.
Set some boundaries.
You know, I barely know her.
I don't want her to hate me.
Look, teenagers
are like big toddlers.
You would see the cute toddler
in her if she was yours.
Maura, she's a good kid.
- And she worships you.
- No, she doesn't.
Yes, she does. Set some boundaries,
then stick to them.
[DOOR SHUTS]
Oh, crap. I am so late.
Bye. Have a good day.
Um, Cailin?
I would appreciate it if you
cleaned up after yourself.
Sure. Yeah. I'll do it later. Bye.
Bye.
How was that?
Good.
I just don't understand
how she could be so oblivious.
Come on. I was a slob when I was 19.
And I bet you didn't start
color-coordinating your hangers
- until you were in your 20s.
- I was always neat.
Okay. Cailin is a good person.
She's a good student.
Does she have
to be a good cleaner, too?
No. Yes.
- Morning. Anything?
- No. Still a Jane Doe.
Frost and I went through
all the tow records
and parking tickets
near the hockey rink.
Nothing stands out. We're still no
closer to finding that phantom car.
Results on the gummy substance
in the wound came back.
The weapon had traces
of paraffin, polyester fibers
- and clotrimazole on it.
- What's clotrimazole?
Anti-fungal cream.
So our killer has jock
itch or athlete's foot.
Wait. Paraffin? Wax.
Killer was a hockey player.
A skater's shoelaces
are made of polyester
and then rubbed down
with wax so that they don't fray.
- The weapon is not a shoelace.
- No, but...
...could be something
used to tighten the laces.
- Like what?
- Skate hook.
You said it had a hooked end. Could
a skate hook be the murder weapon?
Well, the puncture wound
was 0.05 centimeters.
That is consistent with it.
It does have a blunt edge.
I'd have to test one and compare it
to the wound track of the victim.
I'm gonna get a coffee.
Anybody want anything?
Yeah. I'd like a big jelly doughnut.
I get really hungry when we talk
about ripping apart someone's throat.
That a boy, Frost.
Hey, there.
Hello, Vince.
What are you doing
taking out the trash?
- Want me to knock Stanley around?
- No, I'm... I'm just recycling.
- Everything all right?
- Yeah.
You're not recycling.
What are you doing, Angela?
Sit down.
I should have signed those
divorce papers. I will now.
- For all the good it'll do me.
- Oh, boy. What happened?
I don't want my kids to know any more
bad stuff about their father.
I'm a vault.
He didn't pay our taxes.
Uh-oh. How much do you owe?
- $27,000.
- That's a lot of cans.
Yeah, but I have several jobs
I'm doing, and I'll find a way.
- I always do.
- You work hard enough.
Let me loan it to you, interest-free.
It's not a problem.
I can't take your money, Vince.
But thank you.
I've tested every
manufacturer's skate hook.
- This is the last one.
- What do you think?
Well, it's consistent
with the victim's wound...
...in both depth and edge pattern.
So, our victim and our murder
weapon came out of that hockey rink.
Maybe our killer did, too.
So, how many people were at the rink
when the first responders showed up?
58 parents, 30 kids, two coaches,
and five rink employees.
We ran them all. Only crazy
hockey mom Mary had a record.
And who here thinks she's the killer?
A skate hook is a weapon
of opportunity.
If you're killing somebody
with that...
...in a public place,
you're not planning this.
Yeah, and why was our victim
pretending to be
a helmet-pad saleswoman?
And what's with all
the sweat analyzing?
She's looking for something.
Or maybe someone.
Yeah, you can get DNAfrom sweat.
Only kids were wearing them,
so maybe she was looking for a kid.
Maybe. Okay, let's go back
to my missing-car theory.
The killer didn't want
the victim to be identified...
...so if she had a car,
he got rid of it.
Harbor is right near the rink.
Best place to deep-six
a car is the bottom of the sea.
And we can't call the dive team and
have them search the entire harbor.
No, but we could ask them
to search the end of pier 21.
Somebody's in a guessing mood today.
It's more than a guess.
Road construction has all the streets
in that area shut down
except the one to pier 21.
And that area is abandoned, too.
Nobody would see you
push a car off a pier.
And while we're bothering
the dive team,
we might as well bring everybody
in who had access to a skate hook...
...including parents
and ice-rink employees.
And we can rule out
kids and coaches...
...because they were on
or near the ice.
That's still 65 people.
Who's gonna do all those interviews?
- Hey, Frankie.
- Hey.
JANE: What are you doing today?
How'd you feel about doing interviews
for the hockey-rink homicide?
Love to.
Yeah, I need divers in the water
off pier 21. Looking for a car.
- Yeah.
- You want a description?
How about you let me know
if you find more than one?
- Thank you.
- JANE: Frankie.
Make 65 copies of that.
- Okay. Why?
- Yeah, why?
Because we haven't had a break in
this case, It's time we got creative.
Take a look at this photo,
would you?
- Do you recognize her?
- I don't. Sorry.
Take another look.
I just said I've never seen her.
You don't listen.
Can I go?
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
Korsak. Where?
I'm on the way.
Jane felt sorry for Frankie.
She's helping him finish the interviews.
Divers found a late-model Ford Focus
off pier 21, pulling it out now.
- Should I tell Jane?
- Only if you want to switch places.
I'd rather watch the crane pull the
car out of the ocean. Is that wrong?
[CHUCKLING]
No. Come on.
This is so cool.
Wouldn't it be great if there were
a couple of lobsters in there?
Cannot believe I told
Frankie I would help him.
I don't ever want to talk
to another hockey parent
- as long as I live.
- [LAUGHING]
MAURA: Oh! Angela's Pick
Me Ups.
Ma, I do hope you're not selling
speed to the secretarial pool.
- No, you know, it's that 3:00 slump.
- And Stanley doesn't mind?
I'm filling a need.
I'm not taking his business.
Okay, ma, enough.
What's going on?
It isn't anything
I want to talk about.
You'd tell me if you
were in trouble, right?
Yeah. Jane,
I just enjoy baking, okay?
Okay.
Maybe she just doesn't
want to burden you.
There are certain things
my mother will not talk about.
Money problems
is at the top of that list.
Speaking of problems, have you talked
to Cailin in the last five seconds?
Well, I told her she has to check
in with me every 30 minutes.
Okay. No.
You're the one with the problem.
Me? Well, I'm just trying
to create boundaries.
Give her what she wants:
A relationship.
Okay, she came to you as a big
sister, not as another mother.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING]
Hey, Frost. What's up?
Jane, I think we found
the victim's car.
That's great.
There's a purse...
and a wallet and a cellphone.
KORSAK: Yeah, it's the victim's.
Found her no-drip
helmet-pad sales case.
- Okay. What's her name?
- Carla Dalton, 42 years old.
She has a Rhode Island
driver's license.
KORSAK: And a Cohasset address.
Hey. We have a parking permit.
Looks like she worked
at Easton Labs.
Easton Labs?
Maybe they make helmet pads.
No, no. Easton Labs is
a pharmaceutical company.
They make drugs
for neurological diseases.
Carla Dalton was an M.D.
She was Easton Labs'
Director of Clinical Research.
Tell Frankie to go
with Korsak to her residence.
- You meet me at Easton Labs.
- Will do.
Our victim has a name:
Dr. Carla Dalton.
Oh, god.
Yes, that's Dr. Dalton.
She was a wonderful woman.
Was she based here in Boston?
No. She was only in this office
for a few months.
Our headquarters
are in New York.
But I supervised her research,
so we talked frequently.
- Do you know if she was married?
- No, she wasn't.
No children, either,
which is probably why
she was such
a dedicated researcher.
What kind of research
was she doing?
Her passion
was Huntington's disease.
Huntington's is an incurable
hereditary brain disorder...
...that damages nerve cells
and incapacitates you.
- It's fatal.
- Did Dr. Dalton have Huntington's?
I never asked. She once told
me that her sister had it.
We should have Maura
do a blood test, find out.
Do you know what Dr. Dalton was
working on at the time of her death?
She was conducting
drug trials.
She was determined
to find a cure for Huntington's.
Do you have any idea
why Dr. Dalton would be
attending boys' hockey games
and distributing these?
I have no idea.
These don't have anything
to do with her research.
Is there any reason that she
would be collecting samples...
...of perspiration
from adolescent boys?
Well, that's the group
that she was focused on
but the only way to detect
Huntington's is with a blood test.
So all of her subjects were
adolescent boys ages 12 to 14?
Yes. She said she wanted
to study juveniles.
Seems like a pretty
specific sample group.
Yes, it is,
but Dr. Dalton insisted.
[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]
Excuse me. It's Korsak.
Please, feel free
to use our conference room.
Thank you for your time.
We're very sorry for your loss.
JANE: Hey, Korsak.
You at her apartment?
Yeah, but somebody
got here first.
They left her research
notebooks...
...but the computer's gone.
- Whoever tossed her apartment
probably had something to do
with the murder.
We'll pack everything up.
The killer might have missed something.
- Okay, that's a lot of helmet pads.
- JANE: What?
Used no-drip helmet pads,
hundreds of them.
JANE: So, Carla did drug trials
in Miami, Annapolis, Houston,
Corpus Christi, Portland,
Seattle, and Boston...
...which is the same places
that she collected
the sweaty helmet pads from.
And every city she picked
was near an ocean.
Yeah.
She was focused
on three things...
...12 to 14-year-old
male hockey players...
...Huntington's disease,
and coastal cities.
She was looking for somebody...
...someone connected
to these three things.
So, Dr. Carla Dalton
did not have
the genetic marker for Huntington's.
What do you make of her
data from her drug trials?
Well, let's see.
The research subjects
are all anonymous.
They all have a number
and identifying information, like this.
The subject is a
13-year-old boy from Boston...
...who likes skateboarding
and science fiction.
Okay. Why is this boy circled?
14-year-old from Boston.
Enjoys hockey and sailing.
Where are the helmet pads
from Boston?
Not much use.
They were in the trunk of her car.
How odd.
She was running DNA she extracted
from sweat in the helmet pads...
...against DNAfrom her
Huntington's test subjects.
- And this is even odder.
- What?
MAURA: She's comparing
the results to her own DNA.
I got more info on Carla Dalton.
She was originally
from Newport, Rhode Island.
CSRU is pulling prints
from the submerged car
to compare to the 65 people
you and Frankie interviewed.
Well, how did you get the prints from
and the parents
and the rink employees?
Jane had them all handle
a photo of the victim.
Hmm. Genius.
There's a date engraved
on this sailboat charm.
July 17, 2001.
July 17th. Hang on.
I just saw that.
Frost, bring up Carla's
phone records for July 17th.
Did she call anyone?
Afew Boston numbers
and a call to Rhode Island.
Go back a year.
She called the same
Rhode Island number.
Go back another year.
- There it is again.
- Run it.
It's registered
to a Jonathan McKnight.
[DIALING]
Yes, hello. This is Detective
Jane Rizzoli from Boston homicide.
Oh, you are?
Well, we're investigating
the murder of Dr. Carla Dalton.
Well, I'm very sorry
to hear that.
Uh... Yes, yeah, tomorrow
morning would be fine.
Okay, thank you very much, Sergeant.
Sergeant?
Jonathan McKnight is
a retired homicide detective.
He knew Carla, and he wants
to talk to us tomorrow.
I always worried
that Carla was right...
...this is how it would end.
How what would end?
I met Carla 12 years ago.
This is Carla
with her sister, Bridget.
Bridget, her husband, Michael,
and their two-year-old son, Todd.
All died in a boating
accident, July 17, 2001.
Well, wait.
You're a retired homicide detective.
Why would you be investigating
a boating accident?
Carla was convinced
it wasn't an accident.
- Did you find the bodies?
- Only Bridget's body washed up.
- What was the cause of death?
- Drowning.
And what did Carla think happened
to her brother-in-law and her nephew?
She was convinced that
Michael killed his wife...
...faked his own death
so he could take their son.
What did you think?
That she didn't have any proof.
Did Carla know if Michael
ever threatened her sister?
She said there was
tension in the marriage...
...that Bridget
had some terrible illness.
- Huntington's disease.
- Yes, that's it.
It's passed down
from the mother.
Bridget's son has a 50/50
chance of inheriting it.
The intersecting circles.
14-year-old boy who played
hockey and lived near the ocean.
Carla was looking
for her nephew.
Oh, yeah. She was obsessed
with finding Todd...
...and bringing Michael to justice.
I wanted to help her. I...
There was nothing to go on.
Why would Michael stage
a boating accident?
I mean, there are easier ways
to leave your spouse and get custody.
Well, after Michael's
presumed drowning...
...the investment firm he worked for
said he was under investigation
for embezzling millions.
So get rid of your wife,
take your son and the money...
...and no one will look
for you if you're dead.
Did Michael have
any connection to hockey?
He played semi-pro.
He was a real fanatic.
He'd dress that boy in hockey shirts
and had him on skates
as soon as he could walk.
You never change your hobbies...
...and Michael had two of them:
Sailing and hockey.
Do you have Michael's
prints on file?
Michael Leahy. Right here.
FRANKIE: This is everyone
we interviewed.
That one.
Load that one up, Frankie.
Those are Michael
Leahy's prints, all right.
Pull up the DMV photo
on the ones that match.
Doug Pierce.
You recognize him?
Hmm. Maybe.
He's had surgery.
His eyes are similar
and so are his ears.
This is the same man.
So Doug Pierce is
Michael Leahy.
We got him.
Doug Pierce remarried.
I bet wife number two has no idea
he murdered wife number one.
He keeps a low profile.
Works as an investment adviser
from his home.
I sent uniforms,
but he won't be there.
- Guy's on the run.
- Okay. All right, thanks.
His son, who has perfect attendance,
didn't go to school today.
Why would he voluntarily come
in and do an interview with me?
I remember Doug Pierce.
He was calm.
Well, he was buying time.
If he didn't show up,
we'd know it was him.
This way, he keeps us investigating,
and he gets a head start.
He knows we've got him on
a watch list at the airport.
Do a search. See if Doug Pierce
is a registered boat owner.
[TYPING]
What do you know?
- You're not going with us.
- Yes, I am.
What are you gonna do
if he starts to run?
Hobble.
Thank you.
- This is gonna be awesome.
- Yeah. Not much wind.
- No sign of Michael.
- The hatch is open. He's down below.
Frankie, get the kid and the
wife off, fast as you can. Ready?
Boston police!
Get off the boat!
- Why?
- Step off the boat, Mrs. Pierce.
- Wait. What's going on?
- LUKE: Mom...
- Luke, come on.
- You, too. Come on.
Mrs. Pierce:
Okay. Go, go, go. Let's go.
- Don't move.
- It's over, Michael.
Michael? What?
You have the wrong man.
Carla see you at the ice rink?
Or did you go after her
after you saw her?
You saw her.
Why couldn't she
just let me be?
JANE: She was watching the game,
wasn't she?
Hoping one of those boys
was her nephew.
MICHAEL: Like a freaking bloodhound.
12 years later, she tracks me down.
Shows up like a ghost
at my son's game, wrecking my life.
Just like her damn sister.
JANE: You know how
she found you?
You signed your son
up for her drug trial.
Five years she spent comparing her DNA
to hundreds of boys
trying to find her sister's son.
While also trying to find a cure
for Huntington's.
Now that's a good person.
Dad, why are they talking
about Huntington's?
- How do they know?
- Sheila, get Luke out of here.
No, dad, what's happening?
Who's Carla?
What did you tell him when
he cried out for his mother?
His mother?
She abandoned him.
I am his mother.
Sheila, shut up!
- And get him the hell out of here!
- No, Dad!
Michael Leahy,
you are under arrest...
...for the murders of Carla Dalton
and Bridget Dalton Leahy.
I can still hear that
poor kid yelling, "Dad!"
Carla was so close.
So tragic.
But it's beautiful, too,
how much she loved her sister.
[DOOR OPENS]
Hey.
I'm guessing you're not gonna
offer me a glass of wine.
We could pretend it's France.
It's okay. I got a guy
that can buy me a six-pack.
I'm kidding.
- I hear you're a good cook.
- Yeah.
You want me to make
you something?
Are you planning
to clean up after yourself?
Is that part of the deal?
No.
We could order takeout.
You could help me
throw out the boxes.
- Deal.
- Yeah.
Deal.
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