Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 5, Episode 10 - Phoenix Rising - full transcript

That's not gonna make her
get here any faster.

[sighs]

Maybe not,
but it'll prove my point.

Which is...?

Which is if she'd taken
Boylston Street like I said,

she would have been here
10 minutes ago.

She may not have the letter.
[sighs]

I went to see the department
doctor a week ago.

I was fine then.
I'm finer now.

It's just taking them too long
to clear me for duty.

Okay, look, I know how badly you really



want to get back to
work, but I must admit

that it's been really nice
having you here,

and I'm sad
that you're leaving.

Me too.

So sad.

You know, you couldn't be
happier if I told you that I had

magically turned all the
lettuce in the world into beer.

Make it happen.
We'll find out.

[keys jingling]

[grunts]

You should consider
buying some luggage.

Everybody thought
I was homeless.

Bags don't show dirt.
I'll take that.

[exhales deeply]



It's not in ...
Ma, is this everything?

Yeah. Look, I understand
you're disappointed,

but the doctor must think that
you need some more time to heal.

No, I need to go back
to my own apartment

and my job so I can feel
like a grown woman.

A grown woman who uses
garbage bags for luggage.

But I see your point.
[chuckles]

Lie down.
I'll get you some snacks.

What am I supposed to do
all day ...

lay here and dream
about a world with no salad?

Oh, you could read magazines,
and you could ...

you could just let your mom
take care of you.

Okay, but as my best friend
and a doctor,

- will you do me one favor?
- Anything.

Put me in a medically
induced coma. [chuckles]

- I'm going to the market.
- Just one little coma.

Is it really too much to ask?

You'd have better luck asking me
to give you oxycontin.

[sighs]

Well, can I have some of those, then?

[sighs]

[scoffs]

5x10 - Phoenix Rising

Hell of a way to get my attention, Rick.

- Well, thanks for coming, Vince.
- As if I had a choice.

I've barely seen you since high
school, you tell me you're dying,

and I'm the only one you can
trust with your final request.

Well, what can I say? You won
the last-request competition.

- [chuckles] Who came in second?
- Guy in cellblock "D."

[chuckles]

So, listen, Vince, um...

I got six months left... tops.

I don't want to die with
my son still thinking that

I set the fire that killed
his mother and his sister.

- Hey, I'm a cop, not a hypnotist.
- I did not set that fire.

Even if that's true, Rick, you
have exhausted all your appeals.

I don't care about the courts.
Listen to me.

My son only knows me as this
selfish, lying, fall-down drunk.

- That's not who I am anymore.
- I'll call him.

See if he'd be willing
to come by and say goodbye.

He won't. He doesn't want
to hear from me.

After I got locked up,
I wrote him a letter a week ...

sometimes two.
He never responded.

About three years ago,

the letters started coming back
with no forwarding address.

Listen to me, Vince.
The only way my son will see me

is if he knows I did not set
that fire, which I did not.

I swear it.

Well, you seem like you've
gotten your act together in here.

Sometimes, prison does that for people.
Write another letter.

I'll find Jason.
I'll take it to him myself.

[sighs]

You were the smartest guy
in the neighborhood,

and you've been a smart cop
for a long time.

Vince, all I'm asking is that you
just ... take a look at my case.

Give it two or three hours,

and if you're not convinced,
then just walk away.

Don't give it another thought.

I'll take a look.
[sighs]

But no promise
about what happens after that.

[sighs] Thank you.

[door buzzes]

[sighs]

- She wanted to massage my feet.
- Well, that's very nice.

Yes, when I was 3.
Now it's just a little weird.

You almost died.
She's your mother.

She's just having some kind
of a post-traumatic response.

[knock on door]

Uh, come in.

Sorry to bother you
on a Saturday night.

What a surprise.
Thank you.

Barolo 2009.
What's the occasion?

Well, I've been looking
over a case from awhile back,

and I was hoping you'd
be willing to look

at yesterday's science
through today's lens.

- How old is old?
- Wow. 15 years.

Double homicide, arson.

Rick Sullivan. Mm.
Killed his wife and child.

Did you get your
medical-release letter yet?

No.

- Sorry.
- Oh, Vince, come on.

The department rules
are clear ...

no department business until you've

got a doctor's okay to return to duty.

It's a file that
I'm reading at hom...

No, someone else's home.

Technically, it's department business.

You were in the drug unit
15 years ago.

This isn't even your case.

No. And I'm annoyed at myself
for saying yes I would do it.

But it's hard to tell
a dying man to buzz off,

especially if you've known him
for 50 years.

You're a very good man, Vince.

Yes.
And a bit of a hard-ass

when it comes to some
of your closest friends.

It's a day or two.
You'll be fine.

[sighs]

I went through the files.

The D.A. had a pretty
strong case against him.

Rick was a broke alcoholic, and his wife

had an insurance policy
worth 750,000 bucks.

The clincher...
is the arson report.

Maura: They found acetone on his pants.

It's the same accelerant that
was used to start the fire.

Korsak: When we were kids, Rick
would give you the shirt off his back.

He took a lot of hits protecting
his sisters from his dad.

If the science says
he did it, he did it.

All I promised him
was a fair look.

Well, I guess
we should get started.

And when I say "we," of course,
I mean the two of you

because I'm not cleared
for duty, so...

Good luck.
Good night.

- Sleep well.
- I did not see that coming.

- Thanks for coming in on Sunday.
- No problem.

I just figure while Maura's
looking at the forensics,

it wouldn't hurt to take
another look at the shoe leather.

I was just sitting here for a minute.

Like we talked about ... better
than leaving it empty all the time.

Well, the table was
pretty packed anyway.

Yeah, where'd that come from?

I brought up the archives
in case we needed them.

- Did you know them well?
- I never even met the wife.

Saw Rick and his daughter
in a park a couple times.

- A cute kid.
- Yeah.

So I've been through
the interviews with Rick.

Over five days, he never once
changed his story.

He said he got drunk and
blacked out like most nights,

came to coughing up smoke
in the yard.

The son, Jason, was lucky
that tree was right outside

- his bedroom window.
- I doubt it felt lucky at the time.

Yeah. Were you able
to track him down?

He's married with a baby.
They live in Dedham.

- You gonna talk to him?
- Not unless we find something.

The kid's been through enough.
If we don't get traction,

we're gonna do this
for one day. That's it.

We're not looking to overturn
a conviction here ...

just looking for doubt.

[cellphone vibrates]

- Maura wants to talk to me.
- Well, I'm all set here.

I'll let you know if I find anything.

[sighs]

All right, I was thinking
about going over to Rudy's

and picking up your favorite
pastrami sandwich.

- Uh-huh.
- Hello?

I mean, I usually mention Rudy's,

and you're at the front door
with car keys in your teeth.

What are you doing, Ma?

Just wondering what's
grabbed your attention.

Uh... I was just reading
this fascinating article ...

"10 ways to please my man

and make him happy as
a clam... with a candle."

- Well, that's a new one.
- It's fascinating stuff.

Huh.
The candle or the clam?

I'm sorry. What ... you
were saying something before?

Yeah, um...
[clears throat]

I was gonna go to Rudy's
and pick us up some sandwiches.

Oh, really? Yeah.

I ... that sounds great.
I'd love that.

All right.
I'll be back in a bit.

[door opens, closes]

- Thanks.
- Least I could do. So?

So, I looked over everything.

The burn pattern and depth of
charring indicate a fire that burned

unusually hot, so I took another
look at the victims' autopsies.

M.E. said they died
of smoke inhalation.

Well, in 1999,
that was the catchall term

used to describe
inhalation-type death,

but five years ago, a study out
of Johns Hopkins demonstrated that

some S.I. cases are actually deaths
from breathing superheated air.

- How hot is superheated?
- It instantly sears your airways,

causing death long
before smoke and flame.

What does this mean for Rick?

The fire in the Sullivan home was
too hot to be caused by acetone alone.

The arson unit determined that
acetone was the only fire accelerant,

and the D.A.'s case
hinged on that point.

They were wrong.

[sighs]

- I thought you'd be more pleased.
- Oh, I'm...

I guess I was pretty sure
I'd be walking away from this.

Well, my findings do not absolutely
exclude Rick as a suspect.

No, but it's enough
to make me glad

I didn't tell him
I wouldn't help him.

Thanks. I'm sure Rick would
say thank you if he could.

Well, I'm glad,
but I'm doing this for you.

I have confirmed these are
the most up-to-date lists on

flash points and flame temperatures
for flammable chemicals.

Great.
I'm ready to get started.

Well, thank you for doing this
on the weekend.

I really do need your expertise to
run this fire-simulation program.

No problem. I'd much
rather be here than at home

being mad at myself for
not going sightseeing.

[chuckles]

Using the crime-scene
photos, I created a digital

replica of the Sullivan
house, focusing on the hallway.

This is the simulation
for 100% acetone.

Exactly as I expected.
The flame temperature

doesn't rise above 390 degrees,
and that's just not hot enough

to generate superheated smoke.

- Any thoughts on what it could be?
- Mhm. Let's try ether.

Its flame temperature is high ...
about 3,500 degrees.

[computer beeps]

That's too hot. That would
result in more charring

than what we saw in
the crime-scene photos.

There are no hardwood floors
in their house.

It's all carpet and linoleum.
Wait a minute.

It's not that the chemist
didn't find the other accelerant.

It's that he misunderstood
what it was.

- I'm sorry...?
- The answer that we need ...

it was in this report all along.

[cellphone rings]

- Hey.
- About Korsak's case...

How about "hello.
How are you?"

Hello.
And about Korsak's case...

What do you know about it?

Frankie, there's no time
for that. Listen.

Rick was a suspect because he had
two motives to kill his wife ...

One, she was having an affair.

- Two, she had a life-insurance policy.
- Okay.

Well, motive was moved to the
back burner when they found

acetone on his pants, which
means that no one confirmed

who Tanya's boyfriend was.

So he couldn't be eliminated
as a suspect.

Wait. How do you know
any of this?

[vehicle approaches]
You haven't been cleared ...

Just find the boyfriend.

[humming]

[keys jingle]

Hey. Hot pastrami.

Oh, I could think
of nothing else.

The original chemist tested 38
materials inside the Sullivan home...

drywall, door sills,
fabric, foam, plastic ...

Are you gonna list
all the materials he tested?

Yes.

This is usually when Jane says,
"get to the point"

before she's overcome
with an urge to strangle me

- with her bare hands.
- I miss her.

The chemist found, uh, substantial
amounts of acetone, as well

as traces of other chemicals
that he discounted as burn-off.

Meaning the stuff left behind
from everything

- that melted in the fire?
- Yes. And one of those

discounted chemicals
was toluene, a solvent.

But it would only have been
present as a burn-off

if the Sullivans
had hardwood floors.

- Which they didn't.
- Exactly.

So, the D.A. was wrong about there being

only one fire accelerant,
which is why we need

to retest Rick's clothes
for the presence of toluene.

If you don't find any, how does
that prove Rick didn't set the fire?

The acetone and toluene

had to have been poured
from a single container.

Otherwise, we would be seeing
two burn patterns, not one.

So it would be impossible
for Rick to get splattered

with one chemical
and not the other?

And when we test his jeans,
if there's no toluene...

We have forensic proof
that Rick is innocent.

- Wow.
- On a scale of 1 to 10,

how happy are you
you didn't tell him to buzz off?

Homicide cases ...

- Tanya Sullivan and Becky Sullivan?
- Right.

These aren't your cases, Vince.

- They're not even open.
- I know.

- Just grab the files for me, will you?
- Sure, just as soon as

I get the okay from the
lead detective and the D.A.

Two signatures, easy-peasy.
That's BPD-2410 and 2413.

- What?
- I need the files now.

Oh, no.
Everything is time-stamped.

- Once I get the forms...
- You will.

- ...And then you'll get the files.
- A guy is dying in prison.

We're all dying, Vince.
Oh, come on, Smitts.

- Do the right thing here.
- I am. I'm following the rules.

So forms and procedures
and time stamps ...

they're more important
than justice?

- Didn't say that.
- Yes, you did.

- Don't forget to wash it first.
- But it says "prewashed."

Really?

[telephone rings]

Hello?

Vince: Evidence lockup won't
play ball and give us the jeans.

We need the evidence
to get the D.A.'s permission,

but we need the D.A.'s
permission to get the evidence.

- Well, talk about a Catch-22.
- Smitts won't budge at all?

Oh, he doesn't know
the meaning of the word.

Like he ate a rule book, and
it got stuck in his colon.

That's not
how digestion works.

I know, but you asked me
to be more delicate when I say,

"that guy's got a rule book
stuck up his..."

- I got nothing.
- Well, there's got to be someone

who can go
over this guy's head.

Oh. Nobody's gonna put their ass
on the line for a guy like Rick.

So, after all this,

it just comes down
to a heartless bureaucracy?

Yeah, I-I guess.
I guess it does.

Tanya Sullivan had a boyfriend?

Uh, I mean, uh, if ...
if she had a boyfriend,

then that would be
a new lead. Am I right?

"If Rick not guilty ..."

That should say "isn't guilty."

uh, "the real arsonist
had a motive."

The real arsonist had a motive.

You know what?
Those are my good cloth napkins.

Can't you just write on a piece
of paper like a normal person?

You took files out of the box,
didn't you?

What do you mean?
What does he mean?

Not many.

I should be mad that
you ignored department policy,

but sometimes your blatant
disregard for the rules

works to my advantage.
Tell me what you got.

Apology accepted.

[chuckles]

Jane was right.

Tanya Sullivan got arrested
a few weeks before the fire.

She was in an altercation in a
bar, but the charges were dropped.

I tracked down every witness
in the report.

- Anybody got a good memory?
- Uh, one person remembered

Tanya was with a guy
who went by "Sal."

- Short for...?
- Salvador Briglio.

He's 15 years older now,

but the description the
witness gave still matches.

How'd you get him?

Uh, I just cross-referenced
variations of the name "Sal" with

parking tickets issued near the
bar where Tanya got arrested.

- So he's a regular?
- Five to six nights a week.

And he ran his mouth off
a lot, too.

One person overheard Sal
warning Tanya

to sleep with one eye open.

He said he was gonna kill her
and her loser husband.

- How long before the fire was that?
- Uh, a few weeks.

It was probably a breakup fight.
Tanya told him to get lost.

I'll bet he hated losing Tanya
to a drunk like Rick.

Well, the year of the fire,

Sal worked at a full-service
marina in Falmouth.

Guess which chemicals are used
in deck paint and boat maintenance.

- Acetone and toluene.
- Yep.

I think this could be our guy.

I was very impressed
with your work yesterday.

Oh, I just hit
some computer keys.

You did the hard part.

I'm sure thankful I don't wear
that getup anymore.

Polyester chafes like
you wouldn't believe.

Is it pure polyester?
Not even a blend?

- Pure.
- Ooh.

Detective Rizzoli. Great
to have you back at work.

Oh, no, no, no.
I'm not back at work.

Oh. Well, you look
fantastic anyway.

Thank you, Nina.

You look ... not like you at all.

Yeah. What's the vibe
you're getting?

Like... stuffy,
uptight, professional?

Wait a minute.
That's ... that's my suit.

And what do you mean, "stuffy"?
And that's my blouse.

Well, I didn't think you would mind.

I've never seen you wear this outfit.

Well, because it isn't an outfit.

That blouse is eveningwear,
and the suit is for work,

which is why the skirt
is knee-length.

Or, at least,
it's supposed to be.

Okay, Jane, what's really
going on here?

What do you mean?

Why are you dressed
like a flight attendant?

First of all, I'm dressed
like a librarian.

I'm wearing glasses on a chain,
for god's sake.

Have you ever checked out a book?

Well, have you ever been
on a plane?

Because that scarf
you're wearing screams,

"in the event of a water landing,

your seat cushion can also be
used as a floatation device."

- That better?
- Much.

Good. I got to be 100% librarian
if I'm gonna pull this off.

Pull what off?
What just happened?

Wow. I haven't heard the
name Tanya Sullivan in years.

Were you romantically
involved with her?

Sure. I was involved with
a lot of women back then.

Tanya was arrested at a bar
a few weeks before she died.

- You know why?
- Long time ago.

15 years.
But a lot of people

still remember your fight
with Tanya that night.

What was it he said, again?

"I'll kill you. I'll kill you
both ... you and that loser."

And my personal favorite, "sleep
with one eye open, you bitch."

- That's pretty vivid stuff, Sal.
- I was a hothead.

I said a lot of stupid stuff.
I didn't mean it.

- Sounded pretty mad.
- I treated Tanya like a queen.

Her husband treated her
like garbage,

but she cuts me loose
so she can work on her marriage.

Look where that got her.

Yeah, let's look
at where that got her.

She burned to death
in the middle of the night

with her 7-year-old daughter.

Did you know her kids were
in the house? Did you care?

I didn't know
because I didn't do this.

- I wasn't even there.
- Yeah, where were you?

On a fishing boat with four
other guys, 24/7 for a week.

Names and numbers.

[sighs]

You know, I don't even know

why you're bothering
with this, man.

- Excuse me?
- Rick Sullivan set that fire,

and nobody who knew him
has any doubt about that.

[sighs]

Sit tight, Sal.
[door opens]

Uh, thanks.
His alibi's airtight.

He was 40 miles offshore ...
the Susan Marie.

- [sighs] I'm sorry. You okay?
- We got a guy sitting in jail

for a crime we don't think
he committed.

Pretty far from okay.

Thanks.
D.A.'s at a fundraiser in Cambridge.

Why don't I talk to him,
and you try and wrangle the

other signature we need
to get the jeans released?

Why don't you just test them now?

Oh, I know.
Get it all out ...

- rules, policy, blah, blah, blah.
- No, no, no, no, no.

Right now, I'm just
so grateful that you're

so stubborn you don't
care about getting fired.

- I could get fired?
- Department rule 110, section 27 ...

"officers on medical leave."
[chuckles]

You're learning a lot
studying for that test.

This is ... this is just
between us, right?

How did you get Smitts
to give you the jeans?

What ... you didn't see
the wall calendar

with all the sexy women
chewing on their glasses?

Last month was the librarian.

No?
And you call yourselves "detectives."

There is acetone on Rick's jeans.

We knew that
from the original test.

However, there are
no other chemical signatures

that can connect him to the
fire ... specifically, toluene.

Well, if the acetone
didn't get on Rick

from starting the fire,
where did it come from?

I pulled up his medical records,
and the night of the fire,

Rick was taken
to the emergency room

and treated for nausea
and stomach pains.

From smoke inhalation.

I thought so, too, until
I read the lab results.

Rick has a condition called
alcoholic ketoacidosis.

- Can you take maalox for that?
- [chuckles] Not quite.

Heavy drinking caused his body
to produce an excess of acetone.

The only way for the body
to rid itself of the acetone

is through urination.
Paragraph two.

"The test sample contained
a strong concentration

of acetone, uric acid,
and ammonia."

- Urine?
- Correct.

So the acetone on his pants
isn't from starting a fire.

I can't wait to see the look on the
D.A.'s face when I show him this ...

that our proof that Rick
Sullivan didn't kill his family

is that he pissed his pants.

Jason Sullivan?

Sergeant Detective Korsak,
Boston homicide.

Oh, my god.

Did something happen
to my wife? My son?

No, no, no, no.
They're fine.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to frighten you.

- [sighs] Um, what's this about, then?
- Your father.

I hope you've come to tell me
that he's dead.

No.

There's new evidence
that could exonerate him.

Is this new evidence gonna bring
back my mother and my sister?

Look, Jason, I know
that's a terrible loss,

but it's not something
I believe your father did.

- Just leave me alone, sergeant.
- I know it's hard to take it in.

No, what's hard to take was
having a father who drank

away his paycheck and tried
to kill his entire family.

You want me to believe
he didn't do it?

You show me the guy who did.

Hey, Ma.

Hi. How come you're dressed
like a... flight attendant?

Librarian.

Playing dress-up ...
it's kind of strange,

but, you know, when you're bored
and have nothing else ...

I went to headquarters, Ma.
I had to help out Korsak.

You, uh ... you really love
your job, don't you?

When are you gonna get it?
I love what I do.

This came for you two days ago.

- Is that from the department doctor?
- Yeah. [sighs]

- You hid this from me?
- I wasn't ready for you to go back.

Well, that's not your decision, Ma.

I know, and I-I hate it.
I hate this whole thing.

I hate the fact that you have a job
where you can get hurt so easily.

I don't even know
if I'm cleared, so...

I steamed it open.

- No.
- You can go back in two days.

Yes! Aah!
Ma! Thank you.

- Ohh, thank you.
- Oh, yeah, "wonderful news."

- That's just wonderful.
- Oh, come on.

- I'm ready.
- Well, I'm not, Jane.

I fixed you up, and now
you're gonna go back out there,

and ... and I'm gonna
stay here and worry.

[sighs]

Not tonight.
Okay?

Come on.
Tonight, it's just ...

it's just you and me, all right?

And ... and we'll ...
we'll watch a movie,

and we'll sit here on the couch,

and you can massage my feet
if you want to,

even though I hope you don't.

Come on.
What do you want to watch?

[sighs]

I'm gonna go make
some grilled cheese.

[sighs]

- I love you, Ma.
- Well, you're only saying that

because you're getting your way.

[scoffs]

Do you understand what I just said?

I might be able to convince the D.A.
to overturn the conviction.

- Did you talk to Jason?
- Yes.

What'd he say?

[sighs]

All right.
Don't get me wrong, Vince.

I'd love to get out of here.

It's just that ... the only jury
I care about is my son.

If he still thinks I'm guilty,
then I'm guilty.

But I appreciate it.
Thank you.

You're a better man
than I remember.

[door buzzes]

- That was the D.A.
- He'll reopen the case?

If we come up with more
than 15-year-old jeans.

You come up with anything?

Uh, I talked to a lot of people
who didn't like Rick.

Bartenders, owner of the liquor store,
a bunch of people he owed money to.

Any of them look good for the arson?

No, they're all regular
people ... working stiffs.

None of them would have
set fire to his house.

Still, Jane's right.
Somebody had to

have a motive to kill
Rick and his family.

[sighs]

I'll recanvass, talk to the neighbors.

Ah, maybe time loosened up
a few tongues.

Woman: Sorry, detective.

We didn't buy the house
until after the fire.

Yeah, in fact, the fire
was a blessing of sorts.

You know a woman and her
daughter died in that fire?

[sighs] That's not
what my husband meant.

It's just that, well,
we drove by the day after,

- just to check it out.
- Yeah.

To see if there was
potential to rebuild

and maybe make a better offer
than the insurance company?

Yes, but when we got here,

we saw the sign in the window
of the house next door.

Yeah, no realtor ...
just a number.

In fact, the seller
didn't even negotiate.

Just accepted our first offer
over the phone.

The owner wanted
to make a quick sale?

Yeah, I guess. He never even
showed up to the closing.

Remember that? He just gave
our lawyer a power of attorney.

- Do you remember that guy's name?
- Melvin Tuttle.

Frankie: He's got a few felony
assault and battery charges,

but mostly drug stuff ...
for cooking and selling crystal meth.

Field interrogation/observation
reports show Melvin was

associating with a local biker
gang ... the Devil's Scorpions.

Sounds like a typical
outlaw-biker drug operation.

- The scorpions supply the chemicals.
- And Melvin cooks the meth.

Still [sighs] it doesn't explain
why Melvin sells his house

and takes off right after the fire...

unless he was responsible
for it in some way.

[computer beeps]

[sighs] We'll never know.
Six weeks after the fire,

Melvin Tuttle was stabbed to
death in Jacksonville, Florida.

[sighs]

Korsak: Melvin Tuttle might
have burned the house down,

- but why would he?
- I don't think he did.

I mean, come on.
The guy takes off to Florida.

He's dead six weeks later?

I'm betting he ran because
somebody was after him.

How long until Melvin's
homicide file gets here?

Jacksonville's digging it
out of cold cases.

- Said they'd overnight it to us.
- All right.

Well, we can keep working
while we wait.

Is it possible they were
in business together?

I could recheck the forensics
and see if I can identify

any meth by-products
in the Sullivan house.

We need to nail down a connection
between Rick and Melvin Tuttle.

Yeah, and figure out
why someone wanted them both dead.

I'm gonna go back and work
with Frankie and Nina.

I will see you tomorrow
at BPD, detective.

See you tomorrow.

You got anything?

Uh, the drug unit has plenty
on Melvin Tuttle.

Nothing on Rick Sullivan.

What about phone records
and incident reports?

- We're still checking.
- There's nothing yet.

I didn't want to break
the rules and show up early.

What have you two been doing?

We're looking at old
drug-unit surveillance videos.

We've pulled the ones
where Melvin was tagged.

We're looking for any sign that
he and Rick knew each other.

- Any luck?
- Not so far.

Okay, let's ... let's look
at the next one.

This is three days before
the fire. [computer beeps]

That's the 1310 ...
headquarters for the Scorpions.

They are not too happy with Melvin.

Wait, wait.
Pause that.

Is that Rick's truck?

Nina, run a DMV check
on Rick Sullivan.

[computer beeps]

DMV doesn't keep records
that far back.

I'll check the department of revenue.

- What?
- Massachusetts charges a road tax

on all vehicles registered.
Enjoy that when you buy a car.

Well, Rick drove a red Chevy 1500.

Jane: Okay, that's a Ford.

Nina, pull up the exterior
crime-scene photo from the fire.

[computer beeps]

Hmm.

Rick's red pickup truck
in his driveway.

It's almost the same color as Melvin's.

They live right next door to each
other, and both own red pickup trucks.

So someone wanted
Melvin Tuttle dead.

When they went to kill him, they
burned down the wrong house.

Ma, today should be an easy day.

Yeah, you're just saying that
for my sake.

No, no, I'm not, really.

We're waiting on a
homicide file from Florida.

All I'm gonna do today is ...
is paperwork. That's it.

You ready, Ma?

I feel the same as I did
on your first day of school ...

sending you out into a world

where I can't be there
to take care of you.

And I was fine that day,
and I'll be fine today.

No, you came home
missing a front tooth,

- fighting with that Murphy boy.
- Well, he started it.

Besides, that tooth
was loose, anyway.

[sighs]

You could always take care
of yourself, Jane.

Go ahead.
Go and knock 'em dead. [chuckles]

I'm a homicide detective, Ma.
They're already dead.

Don't be a smartass!
[chuckles]

[both chuckle]

All right. That ... I can't
move my arms. Let me go.

- I know.
- Hey!

- Mwah!
- Ugh!

- I love you.
- [sighs] I love you, too.

I'll see you later.

[door closes]

Hey, Janie.

Good to have you
back... officially.

- Yeah, we missed you.
- I missed you guys.

[inhales deeply]

Oh, it's good to be back.
[sighs]

Okay, um, did that file
come in from Jacksonville?

Two motorcycles were seen leaving
the area of the Tuttle murder.

Witness saw a gold stripe
on the gas tank

and cowboy-style saddlebags on one.
No description of the other bike.

And I found this in the
organized crime unit files.

What are the chances that two
motorcycles look just like that?

It depends.

Are we going to the gold-stripe
and saddlebag store?

Henry "Blade" Vallenhurst.

Oh, he was president
of the Devil's Scorpions.

I doubt burning down
the wrong house

would stop him
from killing Melvin.

Jacksonville homicide said
there were two motorcycles.

- He had an accomplice.
- So, the question is,

who did he trust enough
to help him kill Melvin Tuttle?

[Jane sighs]

Florida is coming for you, Blade...

...for the murder of Melvin Tuttle.

You're talking out your ass.

Well, my "ass" found two
collect calls that you made

from a motel in Jacksonville

the same night
that Melvin was murdered.

We sent your photo
down to the locals.

One person identified you.

He even remembered
your scorpion tattoo.

[scoffs]

We know you didn't do it alone,

so further research turned over
another collect call,

uh, from the same room,
same date... from this guy.

Robert Kincade, fellow Scorpion.

He's doing 10 years in Walpole
on a drug beat

because he turned down an offer
to testify against you.

- And he won't say anything now.
- We thought the same thing.

However, we managed to
convince him what a solid case

Florida had against him, and
it seems like your pal Kincade

can't really stomach the idea
of 2,200 volts of electricity

popping his eyeballs out of his head.

So I made him an offer ...
his life for yours.

Now, here's the thing.

I don't really care
about Melvin or Kincade.

I care about the fire that
killed Tanya and Becky Sullivan.

So you own up to what you did.

You confess to setting
the Sullivan house on fire.

You're not following.
Okay...

and as much as I hate it ...

Florida can't execute you
if you're doing life here.

[chuckles]

That damn red truck.

What were the odds?

Yeah, "what were the odds?"

You just have to walk me
through what happened.

[voice breaking]
My father's innocent?

He's been telling the truth.

Thank you.

The D.A. filed a motion
to overturn the verdict.

What does that mean?

That means in two days,
your father will be a free man.

[sniffles]

[door buzzes]

Okay.

[glasses clink]
Cheers.

So, is my mother boycotting
my big send-off?

No, she actually went out dancing.
But she sends her love.

I'm sorry. Did you say
she went dancing?

- I did. She is.
- Hold on.

- Where? W-With who?
- She didn't say.

- You didn't ask?
- Well, Angela is a grown woman.

Yes, but she can't be out clubbing

in the middle of the night.
It's 9:30.

Oh, Maura, don't hassle me
with the details.

- My mother is missing.
- Okay.

I know that it's scary,

but Angela has to leave the nest
and spread her wings.

That's good advice...

if we were talking about
a cockatoo, which we are not.

My mother has dated two men
her entire life,

both of whom I knew very well.

She doesn't know what men
are like. What if she leaves

her drink unattended, and
somebody puts something in it?

I think we all know how that
turns out, don't we? [gasps]

I can't believe
you would bring that up.

I can't believe you're not
concerned about my mother.

Do I need to pull up
your booking photo?

I think we both know
that your mother is okay.

[sighs]

Yeah.

- So you're just gonna wait up for her?
- Well, I can't sleep now.

[sighs]

Well, I was going to give you
a goodbye present

when you left tonight,
but apparently...

Mm.

[gasps]

You got me luggage.

They're made with
three-ply durable plastic,

and they even have a
ziplock and handles.

- It's perfect.
- I was gonna get you a stick

with a bandana
on the end of it,

but then I thought
that was too hobo-chic.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

So, should we order a pizza?

We might be waiting up
for a while.

Well, you don't have to.
I'm sure you're exhausted.

No, I-I doubt
I could sleep either.

[sighs]

- What time is it now?
- 9:36.

What time do we start
calling hospitals?

Not until later ...
after 10:00.

10:05.

Raising my mother's
a lot harder than I thought.

[chuckles]