Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 5, Episode 3 - Too Good to Be True - full transcript

- Chicken pox?
- No.

Chlamydia?

- Really?
- I'll take that as a "no."

- Deep vein thrombosis?
- No.

How about depression?

Only since you started
asking me all these questions.

Let me remind you that if
you'd gone to your regular O.B.,

We wouldn't have to fill
out new-patient forms.

Well, let me remind you my regular O.B.

is two blocks from
the house I grew up in.

The staff knows people in my
neighborhood, and people talk.



I don't want Casey's mom
finding out about this pregnancy

before I have a chance to tell him.

Are you having second thoughts
about not marrying Casey?

No.

I mean, I love Casey, and
I know that he loves me.

But we decided that marriage
isn't right for us now.

Are you worried he won't understand?

Yeah.

I don't want to hurt him.

You just need to talk to
him and speak from the heart.

Yeah.

Well, until I get it figured out,

The only person that I trust
knowing about this pregnancy is you.

You and this complete stranger
who will now be my O.B.-gyn.



Uh, I...

Otherwise, I just... I just
want to keep it a secret.

Um...

Your mom knows you're pregnant.
I'll wait in the car.

5x03 - "Too Good to Be True"

I didn't actually tell your mother.

She somehow knew, and
then I confirmed it.

I don't really even
know how it happened.

- I am so sorry.
- She use the Latin thing on you?

Et non dico mendacium quaestiones?

Yeah, that's it.

And then did she tell you
about her psychic grandmother

and take your hand and say
that she could tell if you

were lying just by running
her fingers across your palm?

But it felt so real and honest.

Her grandmother died when she was 5.

- I'm such an idiot!
- No, no.

You just fell for her
well-oiled routine.

I mean, Frankie couldn't get
away with anything as a kid

because she was always weaseling
a confession out of him.

Sounds like a cop I know.

Maybe the apple doesn't
fall too far from the tree.

Was that a veiled reference to
my potential parenting style?

I wouldn't call it "veiled."

All right, well, let me handle this.

I don't want her to make it about you.

Don't let her use the Latin on you.

What?

Is there something you
want to ask me about?

Why? No, no.
Is there something you want to tell me?

What is it you think I know?

- You tell me.
- I don't know.

Ma, I know you know.
I spoke to Maura.

Ohhh!

Thank you for finally telling me!

I'm so happy for you, Jane.
I am so proud of you!

- Thank you.
- So, what about you and Casey?

We've already made a decision
about our relationship, okay?

Jane, you have to have...

Ma, this baby is my
responsibility, okay?

Don't push the Casey thing.

Okay, fine.

- And don't tell anybody.
- Me?

I'm serious, Ma, okay?

If the department finds
out that I'm pregnant,

I could be reassigned to desk duty.

Okay, what's so bad about a desk job?

- I like being a cop.
- You're about to be a mother, too.

Today, I'm still just a cop.

You know, that's not
exactly all-terrain footwear.

Maybe we should have
sacrificed fashion for comfort.

I'm getting my field boots resoled.
I'm fine.

Yeah, "fine" and wincing
don't exactly go together.

Well, my feet only hurt

because I'm taking a new
yoga class to strengthen them.

But I'm in a transition period,

and soon, I'll be able to
wear any size heel anywhere.

Lady Gaga will be so proud of you.

What do we got?

Park worker found him
this morning around 8:00.

- Witnesses?
- No.

There are two wounds...

one to the ear with
significant tissue loss

and an entrance wound to the chest.

- So through and through?
- Maura: No.

I feel it is likely a projectile
in the subcutaneous tissue.

Shot alert picked up two shots...

10:58, 10:59 last night.

Well, given the stage of rigor mortis,

that fits the window
for the time of death.

I got Frankie setting up a line search.

- Anything else?
- I've got footprints heading up the hill.

- Yeah, two sets.
- And we have blood drops.

Okay, so... he was shot

and then took off running
with someone chasing him.

- .30-30.
- And where's the other shell casing?

Mm.

Korsak.

Who leaves a murder weapon
where we can find it?

Somebody who thinks it doesn't matter.
I'll get CSRU to process it.

What the hell was going
on up here last night?

Well, the victim didn't have a wallet.

It's a lot of work to steal a wallet.

Maybe it was a sex crime,
drug deal gone wrong,

random shooting.

So, outside of an attack by aliens,
you're not willing to rule anything out?

I won't even rule out the little
green men. They're a slippery bunch.

You're gonna want to see what we found.

You okay?

Since when do I need help
walking through the woods?

Can't a brother just
give his sister a hand?

Yeah, if he wants to lose it.

Does that look like
a fresh grave to you?

Yep.

Well, I guess we can scratch
one thing off your list.

This wasn't random.

Got a hit on the victim's fingerprints.

He was in the army
reserve back in the '90s.

Carl Ulrich, 37.

Our victim was a steelworker,
but he lost his job six years ago.

No vehicle registration, no
credit cards, no phone listing.

His last known address
is five years old.

Criminal record?

This guy didn't even
have a parking ticket.

Well, he only died yesterday,

so he's been somewhere, doing something.

Let's figure out what that was.

All right.

Someone didn't want you
finding this serial number.

You changed the oil.

I was working on an art project,

and that's all I could
find at the hardware store.

It actually mixes better
with the metal particles

than what we were using before.

Art project?

I etched the bust and skyline
on a salvaged piece of flatiron.

Then I filed it off.

We're ready.
You can attach the magnets.

Everyone thought I was trying to
make some statement on disposability,

but when the tiny metal particles

started to fill in the
imperceptible grooves...

Voil?.
Cityscape.

- Which was a statement on...?
- I just thought it was cool.

I didn't know you were an artist.

Before medical school, I
studied art in Paris for a year.

So, tell me something
that'll surprise me

about Sergeant Detective Vince Korsak.

I cut an album before I was a cop.

Look at that.

A riddle wrapped inside of an enigma.

Y...
You're standing on balls.

They're massaging my feet.

I have a simpler fix...
stop wearing high heels.

Like I said, it's not from the heels.

This is part of my new
strengthening regime.

I e-mailed my yoga teacher
about my metatarsal discomfort,

and she suggested knobby balls.

Not even gonna go there.

It's a spin on the
ancient Chinese practice

- of walking on cobblestones.
- Mm-hmm.

The balls... they connect with
the pressure points on my feet,

which correspond to major organs.

You should think about some
elements of Chinese medicine

now that you're... pregnant.

Thought about it. No.

Well, at least you're
keeping an open mind.

What do we know about ballistics?

The bullet that I
removed from our victim

was a .22 caliber.

We found a .30-30 rifle
at the crime scene.

Yeah, and our victim
nearly got his ear shot off

by a large-caliber bullet consistent
with the rifle you recovered,

but the fatal shot came from a .22.

It entered his chest at
the second intercostal

and nicked his subclavian artery.

How long would it have
taken him to bleed out?

The elevated heart rate from
adrenaline and physical exertion

resulted in massive internal bleeding.
It happened very quickly.

So... He ran himself to death?

In a manner of speaking, yes.

Also, while his jeans and
shirt were worn and frayed,

they were also clean and ironed.

And the even growth of his
hair indicates a recent haircut,

and the work boots he
was wearing were new.

So wherever he was going,
he dressed himself up a bit.

What's that about?

My life coach
always stresses the importance

- of dressing for success.
- Usually, that's good advice.

Susie raised the serial
number on the rifle.

We also realized it was jammed,

which is probably why
the killer dropped it.

And the chase is why the
victim wasn't buried as planned.

Let's run the serial
number through NCIC.

- Did he say "life coach"?
- Don't ask.

I found someone who worked
with Ulrich six years ago.

He said he was a good
guy but kept to himself.

Did he know what he'd been
doing since he lost his job?

Someone on the plant floor
said that they saw him

go into a soup kitchen near
the steelyard awhile back.

Word was he lost his house

and was living out of a storage unit.

- Did you check it out?
- The unit was empty.

Manager said he'd cleaned
it out two days ago.

I also went to the soup kitchen.

Minister told me that he'd
been in there last week.

He was upbeat because
he just landed a new job.

- Where?
- Minister didn't know.

- Can I get you a cup of coffee?
- Yeah, sure.

Have a seat.

- Thanks.
- Uh, decaf, right?

- Frankie.
- Yeah?

Is there something
you'd like to tell me?

Yes.
It's been killing me.

Congratulations.

Now I can stop being
nice to you for no reason.

Oh, yeah. I wouldn't want
you to develop any bad habits.

- How'd you find out?
- Ma.

- Hello.
- Ma!

You promised me that you
wouldn't say anything to anybody.

Jane, Frankie isn't anybody.
He's your brother.

Telling anybody would
be like blabbing it

to a perfect stranger.

Hey, you, did you hear me say anything

about my daughter being pregnant?

Ni zai shuo sh?nme?!

Mnh.

- See?
- You have no idea what he just said.

No, but did you hear him
say anything about... a baby?

How do you argue with that?

I'm warning you... one
word gets out about this,

and I'm gonna name the
baby after Constantina.

You are never to speak her name.

Who's Constantina?

- Her cousin.
- El diablo!

- Why, you. You wouldn't dare.
- Boy or girl...

Constantina Rizzoli.

And now... I go to lunch.

Have Ma fill you in
on old cousin Consty.

- Hey.
- We got a hit on the rifle.

It belongs to John Brooks,

a 39-year-old white
male with a record

of drunk and disorderly
conduct and assault.

- We have a current address?
- Yeah, D street in Southie.

I guess lunch will have to wait.

Guess again.

- That's the best reuben I've ever had.
- Also is with the meat.

O'Malley's cures their own corned beef.

Why do they call it corned beef?

I mean, what's corn got to do with it?

- That's John Brooks' car.
- And that looks like our guy.

I got him.

- Boston police.
- What the hell's going on?!

- Are you John Brooks?
- No. I'm Ralph Comstock.

That's what his license says.

Why are you driving Brooks' car?

We were roommates.
I bought it from him.

I just, uh, haven't gotten
around to re-registering it.

- Where is he?
- John? I don't have any idea.

That's why I called you guys a year ago.
That's when he went missing.

I'm telling you, John's no killer.

Then how did his rifle
end up at a murder scene?

I don't know. But I know John.

We... we've been best
friends since we were kids.

We grew up in Southie, played
Mighty Mites baseball together.

Well, then, you know
about his criminal record.

He's not exactly an altar boy.

Sure, but that was
because of his drinking.

He cleaned up his act way
before he went missing.

So, what happened a year ago?

John got a new job.
He was gonna be a caretaker on a farm.

- Who was he working for?
- I don't know.

- Where was the farm?
- I'm not sure.

Ah, come on. You got
to do better than that.

I wish I could.

All I know is he answered
an ad on the internet.

He interviewed, got the job,

packed up all of his stuff...
his clothes, his tools.

- His rifle?
- Everything.

He even took our Mighty
Mites baseball trophy.

Said it would remind
him of the good times.

If he applied for a job online,
whose computer did he use?

We shared an old laptop.

Did he take it with him,
or do you still have it?

I have it.

I spilled coffee on the keys.
It fritzed up.

We're gonna need to see that.

Sure. It's in the
closet of my apartment.

What else can you tell us about John?

He loves dogs, pizza...

hmm...
he's diabetic.

Look, I know he made some bad choices,

but I'm telling you, John
Brooks was a good guy.

Whatever you think he did, you're wrong.

Korsak: Both these guys are similar.

Both grew up in Southie,
both out of work.

Both down on their luck
when they find a new job.

And then, one's dead and
the other goes missing.

When did Ralph say that
Brooks went missing?

March 23rd, last year.

Shot alert recorded a single
gunshot near Blackstone Park.

Unit responded but didn't find anything.

It's a big park.

I'll organize a team
to search it tomorrow.

Alright. I guess that means
we're done for the day.

Well, there is...

one other thing we have to talk about.

What's this?

It's a file with the names
and the service records

of potential replacements for Frost.

- What?
- Brass gave it to me this morning.

It's... it's too soon
to talk about this.

Nobody's saying we have to
bring someone in right away.

We can't replace him, Vince.
He's irreplaceable.

I know. I know. I know.

But... I've got orders
to begin the process, and...

I wanted you to have some say in it.

I'll go organize the
search for tomorrow.

I can't believe that they
want to replace him already.

I just think they don't want your job

to be any harder than it already is.

Yeah, but replacing Frost
isn't gonna help that.

No, but a bureaucracy can't know that.

- I just miss him so much.
- I know.

You know, I'm sorry.
I don't mean to dump this on you.

- I know you're sad, too.
- It's okay.

- Hey.
- Hey. Hi.

- What's going on?
- Well, uh, we were gonna go to dinner

and wanted to know if
you wanted to join us.

Ma told you I was back in A.A.?

Yeah.
I'm really proud of you.

That the only reason you came by?

And I figured
she told you I was pregnant.

- My big sister's gonna have a baby!
- It's so exciting.

- Yeah. "Exciting."
- Oh, the first thing we got to get you

is the tough love carrier.
It's waterproof, which is key,

'cause little ones are
pooping and peeing machines.

Mm-hmm.

No, what I need is... is
for you to keep this quiet.

Yeah, absolutely.
No problem. Totally get it.

Thank you.

Hey, everyone, this is Jane.

Oh!
Congratulations on the baby.

- Thanks.
- Bye, Judy.

Is there anyone in
Boston you haven't told?

Don't worry.
Everything in A.A. is confidential.

Let's get something to eat.

- Yes. Let's.
- Yes.

So, did you have any trouble

with the collapsible triggers
on the jogging stroller?

Oh, instructions on all
baby gear is impossible.

You just got to take your time

and have a good Swedish
dictionary handy.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

- I don't know any Swedish.
- Me neither.

- What's the word?
- Corrupted.

The hard drive is fried.

All we've been able to
retrieve is a photo of a farm

that we think was connected
to an ad for the job.

Trouble is, we don't know
if Brooks created the ad.

He could have just been answering it.

All right, well, let's analyze the
photo, see if we can locate the farm.

Maybe that'll help us I.D. the killer.

Maura: Oh, my god!

Is that what you call a breakfast?

- No... not without coffee.
- May I please see the package?

- Do you know what's in here?
- Yummy goodness?

Calcium carbonate.
Does that sound yummy?

It comes from rocks.
Oh!

Sodium stearate... that's used in soap.

And do you know where you
can find titanium dioxide?

Right there.

Latex paint.

Do industrial chemicals
sound like a good thing

- to be putting in your body?
- Not anymore.

Hey, Korsak.
Buzzkill.

Well, she's right here.
Okay, we'll be right there.

I am not a buzzkill.

Nutrition's more
important now than ever.

The first trimester is the most critical

in terms of the
development of the organs,

the nervous system, the
arms, the fingers, legs, toes.

I was just eating a cupcake.
I didn't mean it as a hostile act.

Euggggh.

Korsak: Can you tell how
long he's been in the ground?

I can't be certain until
I examine the remains.

Maura, "approximately"
isn't gonna hurt you.

Science is not a guessing game.

You want me to get another cupcake?

- A year or more is likely.
- What's that by his wrist?

Diabetes bracelet.

Well, now we know John
Brooks didn't go missing.

All this poor guy wanted was a job.

This is what he got instead.

Hey. Anything new?

No. We searched the hell
out of the internet.

We found an ad with the same
farm photo on two other websites.

Did you I.D. who placed the ad?

Guy used a fake name and paid
for his bill with bitcoins.

What about I.P. addresses?

Back to internet caf?s.

- Looks like the ad's a dead end.
- Well, the photo isn't.

Susie identified those
as fraxinus quadrangus.

- English?
- The trees... blue ash.

They're found almost
exclusively in Western Ohio.

Did you get an address?

No.

But we found a highway
number... Route 422.

- Runs East/West.
- I'm guessing through Western Ohio.

Yeah.

This landmass matches
something called Campbell Hill.

Which I bet is also in Western Ohio.

Mm-hmm.

This storage facility has
been there for 15 years.

Well, if the farm no longer
exists, the ad is a fake.

Just a way to lure out men looking
for work in order to kill them.

We found that ad in multiple places,

which could mean the killer has
attempted this several times.

I'll run the profile through
NCIC for similar crimes.

I'll dig into the farm.
Maybe our killer is connected to it.

Let's hope so. Might be the
only way we have to find him.

Dental records confirmed...
this is John Brooks.

Single gunshot wound
through the occipital region

with a large-caliber bullet.

Like one from the gun we
found at the first crime scene?

Certainly possible.

I don't know if "irony"
is the right word

for getting killed with your own gun.

What can I do for you, sergeant?

I ran an NCIC search on unsolved
murders that match our victims...

urban areas, unemployed men
between the ages of 25 and 40.

Well, I suspect that
yielded a plethora of hits.

I'll be retired
before I get through them all.

I was hoping maybe you could
help me narrow my search.

We only have two data points.

Well, do the best you can.

The killer is taking the victims
away from where they live.

He's stealing their wallets, their
identities, and burying them...

not only, I suspect, to ensure
that he gets away with the crimes,

but also to make them anonymous.

Okay.

I'm not a psychiatrist,
so it wouldn't be ethical

for me to make a clinical diagnosis.

But hypothetically, I'd say...

he's a malignant narcissist...

unable to empathize,

only investing emotionally
in things he can control.

- Like our victims' destinies.
- Yes.

And to him, these victims are
worthless, as he himself feels.

- He strips them of everything.
- Even the dignity

for their loved ones to
know that they're dead.

I would do a search
and include John Does

whose bodies have never
been claimed by family.

Thanks, doc.

I knew there was a
reason I come down here.

Anytime, sergeant.

The only trace evidence
we found on Brooks' remains

is a single, long, gray hair.

Well, that obviously
didn't come from the victim.

No, but if it came from
the killer, that would

make him a middle-aged
male with long, gray hair.

Thanks for going out on a limb.

Well, a Llama seemed unlikely.

- Is everything okay?
- Yeah.

- No.
- Want to talk about it?

I just... I feel like

I finally got everything
settled with Casey...

you know, about our lives,
our... our marriage.

- You did.
- Right.

But now that I'm
pregnant with his child,

it just makes it so
much more complicated.

I know.

I mean, even the way I
tell him seems difficult.

Do I e-mail him or...
or call or Skype?

And how is he gonna
react when I tell him

that I intend on raising
this child without him?

Is he gonna be mad?
Is he gonna be hurt?

Is... is he gonna fight me?

- Is he gonna come running back?
- You know, it's overwhelming,

But, uh, you don't have to rush it.

You know, you can talk
to him when you're ready.

Yeah.
Except that he contacted me...

and he wants to talk... tonight.

Oh.

- Hey.
- I reran the NCIC search

and found several murders
that fit our profile.

They go from Columbus
to Pittsburgh to Boston.

There's a direct line from that
farm in Ohio to our backyard.

What's the most recent case?

Korsak: The unsolved murder of
a 31-year-old, unemployed man.

His body was found in the woods
near a rest stop 18 months ago.

Let me guess... shot
in the back of the head.

Yep. And get this.

He left a message for his landlord
the day before he disappeared

saying that he just landed
a great job at a farm.

What about his belongings?

All his stuff, including his 2004
green Ford pickup, still missing.

What if these crimes are just
old-fashioned robbery/homicides?

None of these guys are that well off.

But their stuff can be
easily liquidated...

I mean, tools, guns, trucks.

What's a 2004 Ford pickup
truck go for these days?

10, 11 grand.

Well, that's a lot more than
you get in a bank robbery.

And the killer is anonymous to everyone

except the person he's
pretending to hire.

Mm-hmm. And that person
has no connections.

You know what? Maybe it's
time we applied for a new job.

We should answer that internet ad.

Yes.
I will, uh, pick a job application.

Oh, I got it.
Why don't you call it a day?

- What are you talking about?
- I'll do the application.

I've got something
else to do here tonight.

I was gonna stay anyway.

Go. Get some rest.

Okay. Uh...

Okay.

I'll, uh... I'll see you tomorrow.

"I'm a 32-year-old, single,
former construction worker

looking for a new lease on life."

Blah, blah, blah.

"mechanically inclined...
Have my own tools."

That's good.
I would maybe just make the time spent

at your previous job shorter
so it seems like you bounced around.

Great.
I also thought I would add that

my father recently passed away
and I have no other relations.

I suspect that would be
very appealing to our killer.

- What? No heels?
- Cramps.

Long story.

But don't tell Jane.

- Is everything okay with her?
- Why?

Well, I mean, I know she's
taken Frost's death hard,

but it seems like there's
something else bothering her.

- You're a very nice man.
- Is there anything I can do?

I think you're doing it already.

Hey, Maura.

Yes, I-I took your advice,
and I wrote down notes

to direct the conversation
in a focused way.

Really?
Okay, fine. I'll read them to you.

Okay.
Baby... yes.

Us married...
still no.

Raising child...
just me.

His role... uh...
I don't know.

Something about understanding
and arm wrestling.

I'm kidding.

Yeah, no, no. It's...
it's gonna go great, don't you think?

Okay, um... Maura, I got to go.

This is him.

Okay.
I hope so, too. Thanks.

Hey, Casey.

- So? How'd it go with Casey?
- Fine.

Can you be a little bit
more specific than "fine"?

I mean, what can I tell you?

It... it... it went fine.

Okay. How did he react when
you told him you were pregnant?

He was surprised.
Um... but he understood

that that's not a reason
to get married, so...

And what about your plans
to raise a child on your own?

We're gonna figure out
his level of involvement

once he's had a chance to
digest all the information.

Well, that sounds like it
went better than "fine."

I don't know what
more you could ask for.

Yeah. No, you're right. You're right.

So, why aren't you more relieved?

Because when I was
finished dealing with Casey,

the thought of having a baby

just hit me like a freight train.

I'm... I'm scared, Maura.

Of course you're scared.
That's how you're supposed to feel.

There's the support I was looking for.

Okay, nothing about giving birth
or raising children is easy.

You and your brothers caused
me a whole bunch of trouble.

But I wouldn't trade it for a minute!

Because you've been my greatest joy!

And your child will do the same for you.

Fear is normal.
Keeps us on our toes.

Thanks, Ma.

What kind of problems could
I have possibly caused you?

Don't get me started.

Oh, please... start.

She threw a football through
Mr. Mac's front window.

- That was Tommy.
- You made him.

She didn't come home on prom night.

- Oh!
- Well, that was a misunderstanding.

- Okay.
- She duct-taped Frankie

- to a chair for laughs.
- That was funny.

That poor boy still jumps

every time he hears
that "chkkkk!" sound.

You were bad, Jane.
She was bad.

I've been waiting for you.

Did you get a reply
to my job application?

We got an automated response
that the job had been filled.

- Then why are you smiling?
- Because I started thinking...

if we got an automated response,

maybe the other guys who
applied got the same thing.

I like where this is going.

So I contacted the website
and got the e-mail addresses

of the other men who received
the same automated response.

You think one of them may have
interacted with the killer?

Mm-hmm.
One actually met for the job.

And he's waiting in the
interview room right now.

Early bird, meet worm.

I answered the ad and, uh, got
a reply from this guy... Greg.

- We met at a diner for the interview.
- Did you get his last name?

- No.
- What can you tell us about him?

Seemed like a good guy.

We both liked bikes...
bonded over Harleys.

- What kind of Harley you got?
- '77 Electra Glide.

1,200cc shovelhead. Nice ride.

- I bet Greg liked the bike.
- Oh, yeah. Yeah.

And he was impressed, too, you know,

that even through all the hard times,

I found a way to hang on to it.

Well, sounds like you
two really hit it off.

- We did.
- Well, why didn't you get the job?

He, uh, he got pissed when he
found out I had a girlfriend.

I hadn't mentioned
that on the application.

What did Greg look like?

White guy, mid-50s, big...
maybe 6'5",

long, gray hair pulled
back in a ponytail.

Where did you meet him?

Bayview diner in Southie.

- Frankie's looking for us.
- Okay.

Thank you very much, Steve.

So, what did this guy do?

Well, let's just say you're lucky
this is the one job you didn't get.

I sent the photo to the local sheriff
where the farm was located.

He remembers the family that
owned the place, the Danielsons.

According to bankruptcy records,

the dad, Harry, lost
it to the bank in 1984.

- You think Harry's our killer?
- No. He's deceased.

- But his son, Greg, might be.
- Korsak: Description matches.

And Greg seems to have dropped
off the radar in the late '90s.

That's about the time the murders began.

- Yeah.
- Jane, you thinking what I'm thinking?

Yeah.
It's never too early for lunch.

Yeah, I've seen him.
But he's older now.

His hair is gray.
It's in one of them damn ponytails.

Looks ridiculous on an old guy like him.

I know what you mean.

- You won't catch me growing mine out.
- Hm. Is he a regular?

No. He comes in from time to time.

- When's the last time you saw him?
- I don't know. Couple days ago.

- Was he with this man?
- Yeah. They went out of here laughing.

Can you remember
anything else about him?

Like, does he ever talk
about where he lives?

- No.
- What about a car?

I saw him getting into an old,
green pickup across the street.

Now, unless you're
ordering the daily special,

I got to get back to
my paying customers.

The victim 18 months ago
owned a 2004 green Ford pickup

that's been missing since the murder.

Let's put a BOLO out on that

and let them know the
driver's armed and dangerous.

- Anything on the BOLO?
- Nothing.

All right, well, I set up
surveillance on the diner

and every large park in the city.

There's something
else I got to tell you.

Uh...
I'm, um...

I-I'm... I'm pregnant.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Only Maura and my family know, so...

- Well, thank you for including me.
- Well, you're family, Vince.

And... and I want to keep it a secret

until I... can't keep it a secret.

- I mean, Brass finds out, I'll be riding...
- We got a hit on our BOLO.

A patrol officer pulled over
a green 2004 Ford pickup.

We got our guy.

Over there.

Which way did he go?

Okay. Get him an ambulance.

- Spread out.
- What happened?

I hit the lights. The guy pulls
over, bolts from the truck.

I chased him before I
realized he had a gun.

You're gonna be okay.

I've got an officer down.
Send me an ambulance ASAP.

He's dead.

Jane?

Jane!
Jane! Jane!!

Hey! Hey, look at me.
You okay?

Okay. Come on.

All right. Okay, okay.

Get up.
Come on, come on.

Come on. Come on.

Get up. Come on. Get up.

All right, all right.

You're okay. Breathe.

Breathe for me.

That's it. Okay.

- You okay, you okay?
- Thank you.

Come here, come here.

All right.

I mean, none of this stuff
is worth killing over.

Losing the family farm
clearly screwed him up.

Maybe he felt he was owed
something because of it.

- Yeah, or he was just an asshole.
- Certainly more concise.

I figured something bad happened.
I just kept hoping that one day,

he'd walk through my door
and everything would be okay.

It was because of your friendship
we were able to find his murderer.

Danielson would have killed
again. You saved lives.

I just wish I could have saved Brooks.

I told him he didn't
have to take that job.

I don't know why he
wouldn't let me help him.

Everybody needs help sometimes.

How are you doing with the shooting?

I'm okay.
I mean, he made his decision.

I had no choice. I just reacted.

- That's a very healthy attitude.
- I'm all about the healthy choices.

So, is that why you
decided to join me tonight?

Well, you said it'd be good for me.

As simple as that?

All right, well, you are
going to love it here.

It's very peaceful, and
the staff is very friendly.

Remind me again why it's so good for me.

Well, as your pregnancy advances
and you gain more and more

weight, there's an increased
strain on your legs and your feet.

- Sounds lovely.
- You'll be fine.

This class is all about
building up the muscles

that you'll need to
handle your new body.

Mm.

Jane, those are someone else's shoes.

My feet are clean.

Ooh.
They do look fabulous on you.

Ohhh!

What?!

Mm...

Mm-mm.

Not bad for a pregnant lady, hmm?

Jane, why are you really here?

Because I realized I have to
let you help me with this baby.

Wow.
It's not easy for you to ask for help.

I can't do this alone, Maura.

Nobody can. It takes a village.

And your family and me... we
are happy to be your village.

- Are those yours?
- Uh... no.

Then what do you think you're doing?

Admiring them?

Yeah, this isn't a shoe store.
They don't belong to you.

- She was just...
- Trying on other people's shoes.

Who does that?

- I'll just take them off.
- Yes, you will.

And you'll wait right here while
I go speak to an instructor.

Oh, you're right.
The staff is "so friendly."

I am suddenly not feeling
like taking a class tonight.

Oh, good.

Well, why don't I take my
village out for a burger?

Oh. You know what?

This villager thinks
that's an excellent idea.

Just hurry.

You know, burgers can be a little fatty.

Okay, fine.
I'll have the turkey burger.

You know, a quinoa burger
actually isn't a bad choice.

Don't push it, Maura.

Maybe you should have a...
Toe burger with your new shoes.

I can't believe I did that.

W-why didn't you stand up
and stop me or something?

- She scared me.
- Okay, ready?

1, 2, 3. Kick!