Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 5, Episode 15 - Gumshoe - full transcript

♪ Feel like the world
don't love you ♪

♪ They only wanna push you away ♪

♪ Some days people don't see you ♪

♪ You feel like you're in the way ♪

♪ Today you feel
as if everyone hates ♪

♪ Pointing their fingers,
looking at your mistakes ♪

♪ You do good,
they want great ♪

♪ No matter what you give,
they still wanna take ♪

♪ Give your love,
and they throw it back ♪

♪ You give your heart... ♪

Hey! What the hell?!



No! What are you ...
Leave me alone!

Whoa.

Looks like uncle Silvio's
third wedding in here.

You're just in time.
Dinner is due any second.

Guess where from.

I'm guessing it's not the pizza
and beer I was hoping for.

Le petit maison.

They have
the best escargot in Boston.

Snails?
Escar-gross.

Think of it as a garlic
and butter delivery system.

Since when did you start liking
fancy French food?

I don't know
if I like it or not.

I just, uh, wanted to thank
Maura for all her generosity

over these last couple of years.



So this is your fault.

If you mean introducing
a refined cuisine

to a curious palate, then yes,
I'm guilty as charged.

I think it's wonderful that
Angela's expanding her horizons.

Yeah. I'm free, I'm single,
I got a new job,

and it's time I started
to live it up a little.

Don't worry, Jane.

I'm making more money now
than I ever did.

And I got three new credit cards
this week.

Yes, but, Mom, you do realize
that you have to

pay those off with real money, right?

Here you go.

Hmm. What is it?
It's... Blackberry,

with a hint of...
coffee bean.

That was not the backup
I was looking for.

I have a weakness
for a good Bordeaux.

- Rizzoli.
- Dr. Isles.

- Aw, come on!
- We'll be right there.

We ... I-I'm sorry.
Ma, we can take it to go.

No, no, no, no, no.

Escargot does not travel,
but it does reheat.

Thank you, Angela.

Thanks, Ma.

Angela, party for one,
your table is ready.

5x15 - "Gumshoe"

Ma's been spending like crazy,
ever since she got that job.

If she doesn't knock it off,
she's gonna end up bankrupt

or living on the street.

Or even worse, with me.

All Angela needs
is a good financial system

- to manage her new income.
- Well, can you talk to her about that?

The only financial system I use
is to carry cash...

and a gun.

I can give her some pointers
if you think it will help.

Yes, please.
Hey, what do we got?

Uh, the victim is Dylan Blyer.

He and his wife own
Mamaki Clothing.

They design and sell
socially conscious clothes,

- whatever that means.
- It's an emphasis on global responsibility.

You know, paying a living wage
to workers

and utilizing
sustainable materials.

Could be that they are
importing their cotton

from villages in Africa,
which helps the locals

support themselves,
stopping the cycle of poverty.

Well, his employees couldn't say
enough good things about him.

Got along with everyone,
no conflicts, no personal issues.

Plus, he was
a real visionary.

Committed to the business
and to helping people.

Well, how did such a nice guy
end up like this?

Well, the sales guy said that
he heard an argument upstairs,

and then
Dylan fell off the ledge.

There's blood-stained foam
from the nose and the lips.

The skin has a bluish-gray tint.

That wasn't caused by the fall.

Looks like somebody
searched through the desk.

Well, the store was locked

and there was no sign
of forced entry.

But a neighbor did notice
a panel van speeding away

around the time of death.

- They get a plate?
- Only a partial.

I put out a B.O.L.O.

Have C.S.R.U. check
the computer,

see if any files
were downloaded.

All right, so what do we think
we're looking at here?

The ... the owner comes back
unexpectedly,

finds somebody
searching his office?

Burglary gone bad?

Yeah, but the burglar wasn't
looking for cash.

He took some files,
possibly searched the computer.

Corporate espionage.

Let's find out everything we can
about the company ...

who works here,
how much money they make.

See if anybody has
any secrets worth stealing.

I haven't been able
to contact Zoe Blyer.

The victim's wife?

Yeah. I left messages on her
cell numbers and home numbers.

Had uniforms stop by
their apartment. Nothing.

So one owner of
the company is dead,

and the other owner is missing.

I'll have Frankie go to the office,

ask around, see if anybody knows
where we might find her.

I'm not supposed to say anything, but...

I heard he failed his
firearms qualifications test.

My Frankie?
That's impossible.

Evidently not.

No, he's ... he's a great shot.
I taught him myself.

Maybe he needs a refresher.

He's only got two more chances
to pass or he'll get suspended.

Additional subendocardial
hemorrhages in the left ventricle.

I thought you'd want to know
right away.

- The fall didn't kill Dylan Blyer.
- Okay.

Actual cause of death
was poisoning.

No needle marks,
so it's likely he ingested it.

Any idea what it was?

It's from
the phenethylamine family.

But I've never seen
this exact combination.

- We'll know soon, though.
- Yes, we will!

Is the phen-ethel merman fairy
gonna tell you?

I'm afraid not,
but it is the perfect test run

for our Bio-orbitron MS-8000
mass spectrometer.

It's being delivered today.

It is the most advanced
chemical analyzer in the world.

Ultrahigh resolution.

- Recombinant glycoprotein characterizations.
- Oh, my gosh.

Remember when you girls got
that new D.N.A. splicer

and you talked
about it for weeks?

This is even more boring than that!

Hey, Jane. We just got a hit off
the B.O.L.O. for that van.

Okay.

Have fun with your new toy.

Looks like the right van.
But a plumbing company?

I don't know about that.

- You smell that?
- Yeah.

Yeah, it's coming from inside.

Zoe Blyer's still missing.

Hey!
Get the hell outta there!

Put your hands in the air.
Boston P.D.

Don't shoot.

- What's in the bags?
- Garbage.

You can't arrest me
for picking up garbage.

If it's outside, I can take it.
It's totally legal.

Yeah, I'm sure there's something
in those bags

we can arrest you for.

This van was seen fleeing
a crime scene last night.

- Yeah.
- I.D.?

Yeah, I'm going for my I.D.
Don't shoot.

What were you doing there?

Making our lives harder.

Oh, good. He's a P.I.

We found the contents of
Dylan Blyer's desk in your van.

Right.
It's part of my investigation.

Well, ours, too,

since it seems like
you were there when he died.

Fine. I was there, but I had
nothing to do with it.

He came in acting all crazy,

like he was tripping on something.
Then he started screaming at me.

He stumbled backwards,
went over the rail.

And ... and I tried to grab him,
but he just went over.

Mm-hmm. No, no, that's ...
that's a nice story.

What about this?

Blyer surprised you in his office.

He threatened to call the cops,

and you pushed him over rail
to shut him up.

I like my story better
'cause it's what happened.

Look, I swear.
I didn't touch the guy.

You've been following him
for the past two weeks.

Who hired you?

I don't give up my clients.
Confidentiality issues.

You know that privilege
doesn't extend to P.I.s,

so if you'd like to add
obstruction to your ...

- Blyer's wife.
- Why'd she hire you?

She thought he
was having an affair.

- Was he?
- It seemed like it.

I mean, he was acting
all kinds of shady ...

sneaking around, lying about
where he was going.

Did you ever see him
with another woman?

I wish.

Do you know the bonus I get
for a money shot like that?

Divorce attorneys love me.

And the more naked,
the better.

No.

I didn't. That's why I was
in his office.

I was having
no luck trailing him.

I mean, he eats at the same
vegan restaurant for lunch,

and he goes to the same
yoga place every afternoon.

And I had to find something.

You know, e-mail, a love letter.

Which is why I visited his office.

Which is why you
broke into his office.

Well, the client
gave me the key, so...

technically, it's a gray area.

When's the last time
you spoke to Zoe?

Last night.

I called her to tell her
Dylan was dead.

She seem surprised?

Now that you mention it,
not so much.

C.S.R.U. finished processing
the van.

They brought everything
that P.I. gathered

into the conference room.

Well, not the garbage, just
everything that was relevant.

All right, well, Jerry
Jankowski's client was Zoe Blyer.

She thought Dylan was
having an affair.

Well, he might not have been
as squeaky-lean

- as his employees thought.
- Yeah, neither was she.

She had two drug convictions
when she was younger.

Well, maybe it's not about
the business after all.

Jealousy's a powerful motive.

And she hasn't been seen
or heard from since he died.

Nothing on her A.T.M.
or credit cards?

No, and she hasn't used
her cell phone.

All right,
I'll put out an A.P.B.,

and I'll have Frankie go through
the P.I.'s stuff

to see if we can place
Zoe and Dylan together

- on the day of the murder.
- Yeah, I'll do it.

Frankie's down at
the firing range practicing,

and from what I hear, he needs it.

- Did Jane put you up to this?
- She only wants to help.

I can handle my own money...
Just fine.

Of course. Of course. But with
income from the new job,

it might help to just establish
some rules for yourself.

- Rules?
- Like... practicing restraint.

Not splurging on expensive items.

And I have a few strategies
of my own I can share with you.

Do any of these "strategies"

Have to do with what's in
your "study closet"?

Study closet?
I'm not sure I understand.

Oh, you understand
perfectly well.

Maybe there's a chapter in here
that deals with splurging.

Or not splurging,
as the case may be.

I know talking about
money is difficult,

but it is also important.

- I have customers.
- So do I. Well, bodies.

I'll see you at home.

And we can
talk about this then.

Or not.
We can see how we feel.

Hey, that was better.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

How's my grip?

Look, try to just use
the two middle fingers.

Okay? Like that.

All right, now slowly...

squeeze.

Good.

Keep practicing.
Will do!

You failed your
shooting test on purpose?!

What? No way.

Well, either that
or you're going blind,

which, from the way
you were staring at her ass,

I can see is not the case!

It's no big deal. Okay?

I just needed a reason
to have a couple of lessons

with the new firearms instructor.
Alexandra.

I mean, did you see her?

This is sad on so many levels!

What?

I'm gonna ace the next test.
Don't worry.

Hey, I am just saying
you're new to Boston,

and I could show you places

that you will not find
in the guidebook.

- Stop talking.
- Oh, have you ever had razor clams?

You charge people
for this nonsense?

"10:00 P.M. ...
Dirty abused hobbits"?

It's a code.

"Dirty Abused Hobbits."
D.A.H.

- "Dylan Arrives Home."
- You messing with me?

No. See, that way, they can't
force me to testify.

- Pretty smart, right?
- You told detective Rizzoli

you called Zoe Blyer
right after the murder.

I checked her cell records.
No call from you.

I don't call my
clients' cell phones.

I give 'em burner cells
because they can't be traced.

- Of course they can.
- They can?

- What's the number?
- Um, okay.

Uh, first time I met her,
golden Szechuan Palace.

I got it.

You and me,
our minds are like one.

Not even a little bit.

I'll run the number,
let you know when we find her.

Wow.

Am I right?

Wow.

Wow.

I'm at the address now.

The cell pinged
from that location

less than a half-hour ago.
Backup's on the way now.

Tell them she's on the move.

Zoe Blyer?

Hey. Boston police!
I just wanna talk to you!

No!

No! Stay ...

- Stay away!
- Drop your weapon!

Hold on! Hold your fire!

Zoe, now we just wanna
talk to you about Dylan.

- He's dead.
- I know.

Put the gun down.
We don't wanna hurt you.

No, no, they killed him.

Zoe, I wanna help you,

but you have to drop the gun.

Please.

Help me...

or they're gonna kill me, too.

All right.

Okay.

Easy.

Easy. Easy.

Who are you running from?

I don't know. Dylan warned me
we were in danger.

- From who?
- He wouldn't say.

Come on, Zoe.
We know that you hired a P.I.

because you thought
that Dylan was having an affair.

Must've made you angry.

Sometimes we do crazy things
when we're angry.

- I was hurt, not angry.
- Were you using again?

What? No.

I've been clean for seven years,
thanks to Dylan.

I wouldn't have made it without him.

You think I killed him?

- You tell us.
- I would never hurt Dylan.

I was just confused.

He always talked to me
about everything.

Then one day, he started
shutting me out.

When was the last time
you spoke with him?

The day he died.

He told me he was
out of town on business.

The investigator e-mailed me
pictures of him

at some cheap motel
here in Boston.

I called him and I accused him
of horrible things.

Who did you think he was
having an affair with?

Our account Renee.

He'd been meeting with her a lot.

And he denied it?
He swore he wasn't cheating.

He told me he got mixed up
with some dangerous people,

and the less I knew, the better.

But he had
some kind of evidence

that would make everything right again.

- Did he say what that was?
- No.

Jerry called and told me
Dylan was dead.

And I realized...

He'd been telling me the truth,
and we really were in danger.

So you went into hiding.

I should've trusted him.

I should've believed in him
like he always believed in me.

You look like someone just
drowned your puppy.

I just...
I failed my shooting test.

- Again.
- You know what?

You keep screwing around,
you're gonna regret it.

That's the thing.
I really tried this time.

It's Alexandra.

She was standing so close to me,
I couldn't focus.

All I could think about was
coming up with the perfect line

- to ask her out.
- How about,

"the only thing I love more
than a woman in uniform"

"is a woman out of uniform"?
That's always a winner.

I'm serious. Tomorrow could be
my last chance.

You have to come and ...
and keep her away from me.

- What?! No!
- Yes.

Fine.

This is what you get
for thinking with your... gun.

I understand you were
the only account for Mamaki

since it started?

That's right. I handle most of
their financial affairs.

Dylan and Zoe are more
visionaries than business people.

Were there any issues?

Cash flow problems?
Anything like that?

Not for a long time.

The first couple years
were difficult,

but it's been going well for a while.

- What turned things around?
- Dylan's passion.

He believed in
his company's mission,

and he made his investors
believe in it, too.

Dylan visited your office
several times last week.

How did you know that?

We have a source.
About all I can say now.

A source.
I see.

Well, I came down here
because I wanted to help,

but now I'm wondering if I
should have an attorney present.

Our source is
a private investigator.

Zoe Blyer hired him
to follow Dylan

because she thought he might
be having an affair.

With you, actually.

No. No.

Dylan would never
cheat on Zoe.

He loved her.

And he's the most honest person I know.

If there weren't any problems,
why so many visits?

He was considering
an expansion into New York,

and I thought he might
be moving too fast.

I still can't believe he's gone.

Well, we are doing
everything we can

to figure out what happened.

If you could provide
the company's books,

that might be helpful.

Of course.

Dylan was amazing.

He didn't deserve this.

Hello,
tall, shiny, and handsome.

And he doesn't leave
the toilet seat up.

Jane Rizzoli, I would like you
to meet Bio-Orbitron MS-8000.

This things costs more than
I make in a year, doesn't it?

It costs more than
everyone makes in a year.

Speaking of, how'd the
conversation go with my mom?

Not as well as I'd hoped.

Angela's by resistant
to advice on financial matters.

She's resistant to everything.
I'll talk to her.

No.

I mean, um, you know,
who knows what she'll say?

She hasn't said anything to you,
has she?

About what?

Well, about...I don't know.
Um, investments or...

- Closets.
- Closets?

- Never mind.
- Okay.

So I did a comprehensive
analysis on the poison.

The reason wasn't able
to identify it

is because it's from an entirely
new synthetic hallucinogenic.

A drug? What, like L.S.D.?

It's more like similar
to the newer designer drugs,

like M.D.M.A. and 2C-I,
that are on the rave scene now.

- So our victim O.D.ed?
- Technically, yes.

He had a massive amount
in his system ...

six times the normal dosage level.

Well, that can't be accidental.

Well, how hard is it for
somebody to give him that much?

Well, it's odorless, tasteless,
undetectable in food and drink.

I will be able to pinpoint
the time he ingested it shortly.

I also remembered something.

There was a similar death
in amherst a few months ago.

A student O.D.ed on an
unidentified hallucinogenic drug.

So I ran the chemical analysis
through the database

and found three other cases ...

one in Providence
and two in Georgetown.

Wait a second. Can you pull up
those crime scene photos?

Of course.

There. That one.

Zoom in on that.

Amherst, Providence,
and Georgetown.

Mamaki sells their clothes

in every city
where you found that drug.

You think the company
is being used as a cover

for a distribution ring?

If it is, then the people
Dylan was involved with

are drug dealers,
and whatever evidence

he collected
may be what got him killed.

I talked to narcotics.

There's a new designer
drug called viper

that's hit the college scene.

That may be the same drug
that killed Dylan Blyer.

- Have any idea who's behind it?
- No, but landry's gonna

check with his C.I.S
and see what they know.

What'd you find at the motel?

Blyer requested the same room
every time he stayed here.

- Was he meeting drug connections there?
- Manager said that

he stayed alone
and never had any visitors.

You know what?
It ... it doesn't feel right,

Him dealing in drugs.
He hated drugs.

He kept his wife clean
for years.

Look at this.

This is the worst room in the place,

but it's got the best view of that.

- Hey, Jane, are you with Nina?
- Uh, yeah. Hang on a second.

Go ahead.

Hey, do you have any information
On a Mamaki distribution warehouse?

We have a name ...
Ward Logistics.

No address, though.
Just a P.O. Box.

Why? Did you find something?

I don't know.
Let me get back to you.

Ugh. If I had to look at
that many numbers every day,

I would just lay down and cry.

Do you see anything interesting?

Their accountant was right.

Mamaki had
some committed investors.

Several substantial
cash contributions

over the last few years,
which is strange.

Strange is good.

Strange is our friend
in a murder investigation.

The company wasn't
profitable yet,

but they kept expanding
anyway.

Which made me wonder
if maybe those investors

were interested
in something else, like drugs.

So I pulled the filing papers

on the investors, and found out
they all lead back

to one anonymous shell corp.

"Anonymous" is not our friend.
We need a name.

On it.

Can I help you?

Boston P.D. We need to speak
to the owner.

I'm Stanton Ward.
Can I help you, detectives?

Stanton Ward of Ward Logistics?

- Yes.
- Did you work with Dylan Blyer?

Oh, that's right. You must be
looking into Dylan's death.

It's very upsetting.
Not just personally.

I mean, he was
an exceptional young man,

but professionally, too.
Mamaki is my biggest client.

What did you do
for them exactly?

We're basically a clearinghouse
for everything that comes into

or goes out of Mamaki.

They import their cotton
from Africa.

When it arrives here, we deliver
it to the manufacturer

who make the clothes.

The finished items come back
here to be sorted and packaged,

and then distributed
down to the stores.

Mr. Ward, when's the last time
you saw Dylan?

A week or so ago.

He usually stops by
a couple times a month.

So he wasn't in any time
over the last few days?

Uh, it's been at least a week.

Did he seem concerned about anything?

Why? You got some reason
to think that he wasn't happy?

- Do you?
- No.

Mind if we take a look around?

I run a top-notch operation.

We've passed every government
inspection with flying colors,

and we've never been cited
with a violation.

You can look anywhere you like,
detectives.

- We got nothing to hide.
- Thank you.

You think Blyer was spying on
his own distributor?

If he's as honest
as everybody says he was,

it's possible he didn't know
about the drugs.

Then somehow he finds out
or he gets suspicious...

- So he starts his own investigation...
- Which leads him here.

He told Zoe he had evidence
that would make everything right.

We need to find what he found.

Let's get a warrant, bring
some drug dogs down here.

I love dogs.

Rizzoli.

Jane, I finished
testing the drug.

Based on the dosage
and the victim's B.M.I.,

I'd estimate
the time of poisoning

to be about two hours
prior to the time of death.

Of course, that's an approximation.

It's impossible to be exact

with a substance
we know so little about.

Well, that's good enough.
Thanks, Maura.

- Detective Rizzoli!
- You don't realize

I am a vital part
of an ongoing investigation!

What is going on here?
Why aren't you in your room?

- That's what I told him.
- I was looking for you.

Go to your room.

- What am I, 6?
- Go to your room this instant!

Well, I created a time line,
if anybody cares.

It's fine. It's fine.
I've got it.

You did this?

Why so shocked?
I am a professional just like you.

Please. You and I have
nothing in common.

What is your problem with me?

- I'm obviously really good at my job.
- I'm sure you are.

It's the way you go about it
I have a problem with.

I do what needs to be done.
Don't you do the same thing?

Because you seem pretty driven to me.

Yeah, but I don't make up
the rules as I go along.

Okay? I believe in ...

in right and wrong,
in black and white,

not this gray area
that you're so found of, no.

I get that. You deal in murder.
Good guys and bad guys.

I deal in broken marriages
and cheapskate insurance companies.

Everybody thinks
they are the good guy.

It's all one big gray area.

And sometimes,
I really don't like it myself.

You know, I was gonna be a cop
when I was younger,

but sadly, that didn't work out.

Am I gonna regret asking why?

Well, I was obviously
too good for them.

Look at that. You created
an alibi for yourself.

Yeah.
What? I did?

This time-stamped receipt
with your signature on it.

We know now
that Dylan was poisoned

two hours before he died.
Your time line indicates

that he was at
his regular yoga class.

This receipt states that
you were clear across town.

So...

- you're free to go.
- Oh.

Yeah. Good.
Right.

Uh... but if you need me to stay
here, I can help you with this.

I think we can take it from here.

- Well, can I get my stuff back?
- No...

That's cool.
That works for me.

Wait a second.

These pictures that you took
of Dylan at the motel ...

are you sure they're
in the right order?

Definitely.
I checked them twice.

This picture of him leaving the
motel at night ...

- where'd he go?
- I think he went for a walk.

I didn't leave the motel
because I was hoping

the mystery lady
was gonna show up,

and I did not wanna miss
the money shot.

Well...

Here he leaves the motel
with a travel mug.

but here, when he comes back
45 minutes later,

- he doesn't have it.
- Maybe he lost it?

No, no, no.
I don't think so. Look...

5:15 the next morning, he leaves
the motel empty-handed.

When he comes back,
he's got the travel mug again.

So maybe he found it.

He didn't find it.
He retrieved it.

The mug's a video camera.
He was filming something.

Oh, we need to look at that
right now.

I need to look at it right now.
You need to go home.

Jerry.
Nice job.

So you think Dylan Blyer
snuck in at night

- and placed a camera?
- Mm-hmm.

And then picked it up
the next morning

so he could see
what Ward had been up to.

- Here we go.
- Okay, fast-forward.

Can you zoom in?

There.

Looks like they're importing
more than just cotton

- from Africa.
- That's Ward.

I'll give him this ...
he's a good liar.

Well, you can't really make out
what's in the packages.

No way to prove it's drugs.

We still got a
unit sitting on him?

- Yep.
- Good.

I wanna make sure
we can find him

when the dogs are finished
with the warehouse.

We should just
talk to my mom together.

You know, like a...
financial intervention.

Look, why don't I just
handle it? Because you and

your mother just argue
when you talk about money.

My mom and I argue
when we talk about the weather.

You wanted to
talk about spending?

Let's talk.

Well, there's nothing really
to discuss.

Really?

And, uh...

when exactly were you planning
on wearing this?

I don't know.
Eventually.

Jackie o never goes out of style.

Where did all
of this come from?

The study closet.

Must be some closet.

Yeah, the real question is,
why is it stuffed in there?

- Sometimes...I shop.
- This isn't shopping, Maura.

This is building inventory
for your own store.

Or Zoo.

Wally was more of a companion
before Angela moved in.

- Okay, you're dodging the question.
- And scaring us.

When I'm stressed out,
I like to shop.

It makes me feel better.

I like that everything is new, not dead.

But why are you hiding it?

Because I know I don't need
a pillbox hat

or a giant giraffe.
I just... need some self-control.

It's okay to do something
extravagant once in a while.

Ma, you know, maybe it's okay
for Maura. She's loaded.

You, on the other hand,
you gotta be careful.

Why do you have
such little faith in me?

Ma, I just worry, that's all.

You think I'm too dumb
to manage my money?

Come on. No.

I...
All right, fine.

When I first joined the force, I...

I went a little crazy and I
racked up thousands of dollars

in credit card bills, and it
took me years to pay them off.

Well, why didn't you tell me?
I would've helped you.

Oh, yeah, sure,

and let you know how badly
I screwed? Not a chance.

There's no place to sit down.

I guess we all have
a few financial skeletons

- in our closets.
- I'll admit.

I did find this one a bit surprising.

Maura, it's a weapon. It doesn't
have to match your purse.

Jane, accessories always
have to match.

Let me see it.

- Nope.
- Okay.

You find anything
on Stanton Ward?

Not much.
On paper, he's clean.

Owns several businesses, all legit.

No arrest record,

no connections to any known
criminal organizations.

Search of his warehouse with
drug dogs came up empty, too.

I did find one thing.

I was running comparisons
on Ward's holdings

and the shell corp that invested
in Mamaki.

- Did you get a name?
- Not for who's behind the shell corp,

but a tax return for
one of Ward's companies

was filed by his C.P.A. ...
Renee Levinson.

Did she tell you she worked
for both Dylan Blyer

- and Stanton Ward?
- She most certainly did not.

There.

See? Look at you go
with your girly gun.

Elegant, stylish,
and extremely effective.

You're right. This does help
to relieve stress.

Right? So much better
than shopping, huh?

It's... louder.

You know if you ever get
stressed out about something,

you can just come talk to me.

I know. I...
uh, sometimes I forget that

I don't have to solve
all of my problems on my own.

Well, what's the fun of
having friends if you can't

bitch and complain to them
whenever you want to?

Oh, I thought the point was
that we were supposed to

support each other through
positive reinforcement.

Y-yeah, that. But the bitching
and complaining is so much fun.

Okay, we gotta go save Frankie
from his hormones.

- What?
- That's why we're here.

I have to run interference.

Frankie's got the hots for
the new firearms instructor.

He wants to ask her out.

- Really? Alexandra?
- Mm-hmm.

Hey.

- Hey!
- Hi!

- So nice to see you again, Alexandra.
- You, too.

How are the wife and kids?

Oh, we're great, thanks.
Julie's loving the new house.

Lots more room for the boys to play.

- Oh. Well...
- Seriously?

That was excellent.
I knew you could do it.

Good job, bud!

Hmm. Oh, I-I'm sure
I mentioned it.

- You didn't.
- Well, yes...

I've occasionally done a little
work for Mr. Ward over the years.

What else didn't
you tell us about?

I mean, what about
these investors?

You had to know
those were bogus.

All that cash being invested
into Mamaki.

Stanton Ward was behind that,
wasn't he?

I really wish that I could help,
but I'm just an accountant.

I do the books and ...
and I offer advice occasionally,

but that's all.

You told me you handled most of
Mamaki's business affairs.

Which is it, Renee?

I may have overstated
my involvement before.

No, I don't think so.
I think you were involved

up to your eyeballs
and now you're scared.

Yeah?

I think you need to take this.

Rizzoli.

Did you forget
how to answer your phone?

- Jerry?
- Look, I'm being followed.

Look, I know that you wanna
be a part of this, but ...

Just turn on facetime!
Hurry up!

See?
I told you I wasn't making it up!

Where are you?

Hey, hey, come on.
You want some of this?!

Try and get a location.
Right?

Uhh! Uhh! Hey, guys, come on.
Jane, help!

- Jerry!
- Help!

I really wish I could help.

Your buddy Ward just kidnapped
a private investigator

that Zoe Blyer hired.

- What?
- You told Ward about him, didn't you?

I... I promise you,

if anything happens to this guy,

and I find out that you didn't
tell us everything you know,

you will go down for this.

We still have uniform with him, right?

I already called.
He gave him the slip.

Where would Ward take him?

I don't know where he is.

Look, Renee, I don't think
you're a bad person,

but you're in a very bad situation
and you need to make it right.

I never knew about the drugs,
I swear.

And ... and I begged Dylan
not to confront Stanton.

Renee, think.
You know Ward's other businesses.

Is there anywhere else, anywhere
where Ward would take him?

He owns a body shop.
Um, the Fenway Collision Center.

It's not registered in his name.

I want those recordings.

Why do you think I have 'em?

Beause my guys looked everywhere else.

And I know you're the last one

to see that bleeding heart Blyer alive.

I give it to you, you'll just kill me.

I'll kill you if you don't.

I hid 'em.

And if something happens to me,
it goes right to the cops.

I don't think you're that smart.

Not a sound.

Last chance before I start
shooting holes in you.

Well, that seems a bit extreme.

Whatever happened to
breaking fingers?

Let ... let's go old school.

God, I'm tired of your mouth.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

You know what your first mistake was?

You should've got the recording
before you poisoned Blyer.

I mean, if I gotta
be honest with you,

it's really an amateur
move on your part.

I'm not an amateur.
We followed Blyer.

We knew he took that
same yoga class every day.

We put enough viper
in his water bottle to kill a horse.

And I would've had all night
to find those recordings

if you hadn't taken them.

Guess I really screwed things up
for you, huh?

Well, do I have to have him
sign the confession, too?

Boston homicide.
Put your hands in the air.

Both of you! Now!

Who's the smart one now?

You all right?

Uh, I am a little banged up,
but it's not the first time.

Thanks for getting him to confess.

Yeah.
I think we're a great team.

You know, Rizzoli & Jankowski.

No.

Hey.
Thank you for finding me.

Any time.

Stay out of trouble, okay?

Uh, hey. I don't suppose there's
a reward for this, right?

All right, forget about it.

Look, I'm just happy
helping Boston's finest.

I don't know about P.I.s.
Never feel like I can trust them.

I don't know.
It's kind of a gray area.

Okay, this is the "return" pile,

and that is the "donation" pile.

- Mm-hmm
- And this is an "Angela" pile.

Okay, I thought
we weren't gonna go crazy

with the foo-foo dinners anymore.

Yes, uh, but Angela had a point,
that every now and then,

we deserve to treat ourselves
to something fancy.

- You're taking her side now?
- Stop worrying.

I cut up two of the credit cards,

and the one I kept,
I'm gonna pay off every month.

You could stand a little crazy
once in a while yourself.

Between my job and my family,
I got enough crazy for anybody.

- Right, Wally?
- Oh, no, Jane, you're taking it too far.

Do not make him take sides.

Okay, but, ma, you gotta
promise that you won't ...

- Whoa! Is that risotto?
- From Turturro's.

But don't feel like you have to eat it.

I mean, if it's too expensive
for you...

Caprese! And...

- Pesto gnocchi!
- Yes.

Oh, I love pesto!
Well, it's ... it's like

I always say ... What's ...
What's the point in making money

if you're not gonna
treat yourself, right?

I think you would get in a program.

Oh, no, no. Don't ...
You can't eat it out of the plastic.

- Why not?
- Put it on a plate.

- Why? It's right here.
- Tell her. Stop her.

- No! I can't...
- I don't.