Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 5, Episode 5 - The Best Laid Plans - full transcript

Maura, what time is Jane's
doctor's appointment tomorrow?

I forgot to write it down.

I forgot to tell you
you don't need to cover it.

I can take her after all.

I thought tomorrow was the
first day of your seminar at BCU.

It was, um, but I realized that
as a doctor, I am best poised

to ensure the quality
of your medical care.

You could go to your class.
We'll be fine.

I've given birth to three kids, and...

I've got enough poise
for one O.B. appointment.

Okay.



- Shall we?
- Not so fast, professor.

Why are you trying to
get out of teaching this class?

I told you...

because of my love and devotion
for you above all else.

Nope, didn't sell it.
What's up?

I...
the department head...

he told me that he is so excited
about my syllabus

that he wants it to be
a course for credit.

- Okay, how is that bad news?
- I'll have to give grades.

Yeah, I don't want that burden
on my shoulders.

I'm still scarred over the A-minus
biochemistry incident in 1996.

I can't even imagine
just crushing the spirit

- of young, budding minds like that.
- Your budding mind

was hardly crushed, and it's med school.



The budding minds of today
will have patients tomorrow.

So... grade hard,
save lives.

Mm.

Hello?

Yes, governor. Hello.

H-h-how can I help you?

Of course I understand.

Thank you, governor.
Okay.

If he wants his nephew
to get an "A" in your course,

say no... at least until
the second offer.

He wants me to facilitate
a death certificate.

Chelsea Rothsburgher passed
away last night. Cancer.

I guess they were close.

Would you like to come with me,
or should I take my own car?

Well, how long
does facilitating take?

If I'm just signing, 15 minutes.

Yeah, all right. I'll take you.

That would be great.
Thanks.

Uh, you do understand that
this is a favor to the governor.

Yes, I was right here
when he asked you a minute ago.

That means
no "Downton Abbey" jokes.

- Okay, no problem.
- You promise?

I promise...
milady.

Mm.

That's a little unnecessary.

- Oh, shoot!
- What's wrong?

I left my monocle in the car.

You didn't last 30 seconds.

Well, what am I supposed
to do if I get surprised?

Normally, I would gasp,
and the monocle would

- pop out of my eye socket.
- Very funny.

But your snarky remarks
are rife with errors.

It's your eye orbit, not socket.

And while monocles were
very common in the 1880s,

by 1912, when "Downton
Abbey" takes place,

upper-class men wore glasses
due to advances in optometry,

allowing for better
measurement of refractions.

- So the joke is on you.
- Really?

Oh, and the reason you don't
know that is because you've

never stayed awake long
enough to see one full episode.

It's called meditating.
It's how I focus.

You've never respected that.

The puddle of drool makes it hard.

She was diagnosed with
ovarian cancer two years ago.

If you have questions,
I know every aspect

of her medical history and care.

Thank you.

And, as I said, I have
prepared her death certificate,

so you just need to sign it.

I'm almost done.

The president used it...
to sign the "No child goes hungry" bill.

She was a very impressive woman.

I worked for her for 20 years.

I'm... I'm so sorry for your loss.

Jane.

Excuse me.

- I can't sign the death certificate.
- Well, there's a very fancy pen

over there if yours isn't working.

Her bedclothes are soaked with sweat,

and there are fresh bite
marks inside her mouth,

indicating violent seizures.
I don't know how she died,

But I know it wasn't the
cancer that killed her.

Well, then, you need to do an autopsy.

Well, in a perfect world,

but there are certain
sensitive hierarchical issues.

Because Dr. Elbow patches
over there is the chief

medical examiner of the
Commonwealth of Massachusetts?

No, wait!

- You are. Problem solved.
- Dr. Isles, are you quite finished?

Yes. Thank you.

I am afraid this is a suspicious death,
and I'm ordering an autopsy.

You can't do that.

I am the chief medical examiner,
so I respectfully disagree.

Hi.

I'm... Detective Jane Rizzoli,
Boston Homicide.

Um, if you're quite finished,
we'll take it from here.

- I'm calling the governor!
- Great!

Do it outside. This
is now a crime scene.

See, if he was wearing a monocle,

we would know if he was
shocked or horrified.

Now we can only suspect.

- How many times has he called?
- By my count, a lot.

- 27, to be exact.
- All right, well, if he hasn't already

sent a governor's aide
over here to shut you down,

he will do so very soon.
So you almost done?

Uh, yes. I'm moving as fast as I can

while still following protocol.

I've ruled out seizures due to
heart attack, epilepsy, stroke,

meningitis, encephalitis,
and toxoplasmosis.

There's one other possibility.

And instead of testing for that,
you're gonna buy a goldfish?

No, I'm setting up a variation
of the pyrogallol test.

Okay, how much time do you need
before the fish tank is up and running?

I need a few minutes.

Okay. You got it.

- What are you going to do?
- You don't want to know.

- Jane.
- Yeah?

- Thank you.
- For what?

The... plausible deniability,
the support, the friendship.

You're welcome.

Hello?
Yes, can you connect me

to the medical
examiner's office, please?

Excuse me?
No, I'm trying to place a call.

Who are you?

Really, you expect me to
believe that the governor

answers phones at the
medical examiner's office?

Chelsea Rothsburgher's net worth
is in the hundreds of millions.

Her husband, Larry Sr.,
was a financial genius.

He started his company with
$1,000 and a copy machine.

He died in '05.
Used to be king of the tabloids.

So, who had easy access to the house?

Household staff and her two sons.

We've got uniforms setting
up interviews right now.

Are we pushing hard or hardly pushing?

Until we get a cause of
death, somewhere in between.

Okay.

Just pranked the governor
for... whatever this is.

I'm gonna put Chelsea's
heart in the water,

and then I'm gonna remove the
clamp from the pulmonary artery.

And if my suspicions are correct,
we'll know right away.

- You ready?
- For what?

To bask... in the wonder

that is scientific
experimentation together.

Or individually.
Here we go.

Ohh.
Wow!

Wow!
That is... Wow!

- You see what I mean?
- I'm still basking.

- Di... what do the bubbles mean?
- Uh, well, first off,

in a kinetic and
spectroelectrochemistry study...

- Nope.
- Uh, the mechanism of red oxidation...

- Nope squared.
- The release of gas bubbles indicate

that there was air in Chelsea's heart.

All right, that's my girl.

Hell, no.
So, what caused the embolism?

Uh, well, Chelsea wasn't
much of a deep-sea diver,

so somebody must have injected
her with an empty syringe.

To make it look like she
died of natural causes.

Precisely.

Why would someone murder a woman...

that was already on her death bed?

Chelsea's lawyer
sent over a copy of her will.

He said she contacted
him three weeks ago

to set up an appointment
to make an addendum,

and then she called a few
days later and canceled.

- What kind of addendum?
- She didn't tell him.

He wasn't sure if she
wanted to add a bequest

or cut someone out of the will entirely.

I just talked to the maid, Polly,
and she said that a...

Uh...

Excuse me.
Can I help you?

We're doing a software upgrade.

They told me to just sit anywhere.
Am I in your way?

You're kind of in someone else's chair.

Oh, sorry. I didn't realize.

So, anyway, Polly said Chelsea
met individually with her sons

and everyone on the staff right
after she started hospice care.

She said her goodbyes and told them
that she'd take care

- of them after she died.
- According to the will,

every person on the staff
is getting a lump sum.

Holy zeros! That's more than
the pension we'll get for our 20.

- For all of us combined.
- What do the sons get?

A lot.
After some charitable bequests,

the remainder of the estate
is divided between them.

Are you thinking someone was
upset by their share of the pie?

No, I think someone was so
desperate for that money,

they couldn't wait to
get their hands on it.

- Let me get that.
- Oh.

- Here.
- Thank you.

My pleasure.

- Hi. Jack.
- Hello.

I'm Dr. Maura Isles.

I'm teaching a seminar
in forensic science.

First time?

I wasn't sure if there was any,
um, audiovisual, uh, system,

so I just brought everything.

All you need is a password
for the wireless system.

- Oh.
- Do you have a laptop?

Uh, yes. I do.

Here we go. Thank you.

All right.

- There we go.
- Oh. I'm very impressed.

I'm just gonna run a
quick test to make sure the

electrical system has
recovered from this morning.

Oh, w-why?
What happened?

Some idiot teacher got fed up
with the texting and twittering

and went overboard with the visuals

- to try to get the students' attention.
- And did it work?

Yep! You bet... for two whole minutes.
Then, um...

in retrospect, a laser
show and 3-D holograms

was one gigawatt too many.

I just started my lecture
on mechanical engineering,

and the whole building blacked out.

Oh, you're... you're a teacher here.

Yeah.
You thought I was the A.V. guy?

What? No. No, I didn't.

Yes, I totally did. I am so sorry.

Don't be. Don't be.

It means I'm not annoying
and pretentious... yet.

Um, thank you so much for your help.

Anytime.
It was fun.

Hello.

Break a leg.

Chelsea paid her people well.

The chef, the butler,
and Polly all own property

and have solid credit.

The chauffeur's the only one
who can't live within his means.

What've we got?

Uh, we got a chauffeur
with a cash-flow problem.

Brad Oskoff.

He has expensive tastes and 15 grand
in credit-card debt to show for it.

He only pays the minimum every month,

so eventually he'll drown
in compounded interest.

"Eventually" is not worth killing over.
What about the kids?

Larry Jr... successful businessman.

Built his company from the ground up

without taking a cent
of his family's money.

Like father, like son.

On the other hand, the younger son,
Kalter, is 28, still lives at home,

and recently just got back
from his 11th stint in rehab.

Well, I doubt he abstains
from the family fortune.

Chelsea kept him heavily supervised.
No access to cash

without the approval of
his sobriety counselor.

What's his drug of choice?

- Heroin.
- Well, if he's using again,

he needs money, and I mean right now.

The Rothsburgher mansion
must be full of stuff

that a pawn-shop owner
would salivate over.

Let's get a list of Chelsea's valuables

from the insurance company,
see if anything's missing.

- Hey.
- Hi, guys.

Hey, Ma.

Ah, Ma! I... I forgot!

I forgot about the doctor's
appointment. I'm sorry.

- I got to reschedule.
- Jane, it'll only take an hour.

Come on. Let's go. It's important.

Okay, well, then maybe I'll... I'll...

I'll try for a Saturday appointment.

- I wrote the number down.
- All right, I'll reschedule it for you.

That would be fantastic.

Why are you doing this?

A "thank you" would suffice.

You're right. Thank you.

No, Ma!

Not in front of people!

You're very welcome.

Thank you all so much.

Thank you. Nice to meet you.

Thanks. Thank you.

Thank you.

You were great.

You think so?

I... I thought I completely
botched the section

on the importance of
statistics and DNA matching.

That has nothing to do with teaching.

People just don't understand statistics.

Well, I-I must say
that being in front of a class...

it's, um, invigorating.

It's like being a rock star...
without the screaming fans or the money.

But I'm... I'm dreading
the grading part.

Mm, it's the worst.
When I was a T.A.,

I used to throw up before and
after I turned my grades in.

Oh, what did you do to change that?

It just got easier over time.
I still dread it,

but I don't throw up my guts anymore,
so that's progress.

I guess I was hoping
there was a way I could fix that.

Probably not.
I don't think feelings can be fixed.

Well, if you need any more
unhelpful advice, I'll be around.

Thanks. I'm always looking
for the least-helpful advice.

- Well, let me help you with this.
- Thank you.

Would you...
want to get a coffee with me?

- I'd love to.
- Great.

Someone swipes my mom's necklace,
of course you think it's me.

Was it?

Are you crazy?

I don't know people
who could move a piece like that.

So that's your defense...
you wouldn't know how to unload it?

- No. My defense is I didn't do it.
- How many times have you said,

"it wasn't me," or, "I'm not using"?

What do you think, a thousand?

I'm sober 74 days.
I don't care if you believe that.

You don't know anything about me.

Well, you have a disease
that's hard to deal with.

Most people don't think it's a disease.

What about your mother?

Was she like most people?

No, she wasn't like
anybody else in the world,

even after... everything,
she still believed in me.

I don't know why.

Was she worried about you having
access to your inheritance?

She said to put it in a trust.
I can't access it till I'm sober a year.

- That's not in the will.
- You think I killed my mother

'cause I couldn't wait six
months to get her money?

The last thing I want in the world
is my inheritance.

- And you expect us to believe that?
- I'm an addict.

That money will kill me,
and not one person will be surprised...

least of all me.

Thank you for checking.

Insurance company confirms that
the diamonds in the necklace

were individually
marked with an I.D. code.

So no breaking
it down to sell the stones.

And it looks like Kalter was right.

- Nobody tried to pawn it.
- Well, not worth the hassle.

The insurance company would
spend hundreds of man hours

tracking it down.
The pawn-shop owner would end up

on the wrong side of a
stolen-property charge.

Hmm.

Detective Korsak.

I bet you were shocked
and appalled, indeed.

Well, thank you very much.

One of the auction houses.
They took the necklace at consignment.

They're faxing over a still
from the security video

- of the guy that brought it in.
- Shocked and appalled?

Yeah, claimed they had no idea
that stolen property was there

- at such a prestigious establishment.
- You buy that?

Not for a second, but I am
trying to be less cynical.

Mm.

That's Larry Rothsburgher.

Now, that is the kind of stuff

that makes it hard for
me not to be cynical.

My mother asked me to sell
the necklace months ago.

I just forgot. But...

I'm glad you guys called me in
so I could help sort it out.

Well, we're glad you're glad,
'cause there's just a few other things

- we need your help with.
- Yeah, anything.

We were wondering why a guy

who built his business
with his own money...

Yeah, never took a dime
of the family's money.

Self-made man, just like my dad.

Right, yeah, you...
you've said that a lot.

Actually, I've checked...
you've... you've said that

in every interview you've ever done.

And we looked into
your company's finances,

and selling that necklace
would buy you a few weeks, at best.

Well, if you have something to say...

- say it.
- Your company's crashing.

Your reputation as a businessman
is going down with it.

Getting that inheritance
would stop that.

Is that clear enough for you?

I didn't kill my mother.
I would never hurt her.

Where were you the night she died?

I was... at home.
My wife was out of town, so...

I was by myself.

- Doing what?
- Reading.

- Reading what?
- Proust.

I didn't think anyone still read Proust.

Which one of Proust's many
books were you reading?

- Look, I'm telling you the truth.
- You have motive, access,

and your alibi is not only flimsy,
it's kind of pretentious.

And the only way we can help you
is if you're honest with us.

I want to talk to my lawyer.

- Hey, Ma.
- Hey, there you are.

Listen, you have to take
folic acid as soon as possible.

Good to know.

Uh, were you able to reschedule
my doctor's appointment?

Well, I tried,

but if you don't cancel at
least 24 hours ahead of time,

they charge you,
so I just went to the appointment.

You...
went to my doctor's appointment?

For my pregnancy?

Yeah, I told them I'm your mother.

I mean, I didn't pretend to be you.
I'm not some kind of crazy person.

What did you talk about
at my doctor's appointment?

Well, I asked them if
I could be your midwife.

Ma!
You're not going to deliver my baby!

It's not gonna be a home birth.
We could go to the hospital.

There's no "we"!
This is not a "we"! The... wha...

You know what?

I can get my own vitamins.
And I can talk to my own doctor.

And I can go to my own appointment.

I was just trying to help you.

Well, you're not being helpful.

You're being invasive,
and I need you to stop.

Geez. Ma.

Five sigma's fun, but
forensics solves crimes.

Ah, okay.

Five-sigma's fun, but
forensics solves crimes.

Chin up.
Five sigma's...

You would not believe what my moth...
What are you doing?

89, 90, 91.
I'm just, um...

I'm doing my usual 100 brushes a day.

What does it look like I'm doing?

It looks like you were
singing into your hairbrush

and practicing for your
summer-camp talent show.

That's absurd.

The camps I went to
never had talent shows.

What's that?

"Thrombotic thrombocytopenic"...
these are the worst lyrics ever.

I'm practicing for my next lecture.

- Yeah, how did it go today?
- It went well...

Too well.

- What happened?
- Nothing. Um...

It's just that now there are
expectations that I'm gifted as a teacher,

and I don't exactly know
what I did for anyone to think that.

So if someone, or anyone,
comes to my next lecture

and they're disappointed,
maybe they won't like me.

- And maybe I don't want them to anyway.
- Okay. Um...

Someone paid you a compliment

that you're not really
handling well beca...

- You met a guy!
- Ohh.

And you like him!

- Who is he?!
- His name is Jack Armstrong.

Jack Armstrong.

- He's a professor.
- A professor.

He knows how to use tools.

He's smart, he's funny,
and he may actually be a grown-up.

Seriously?

And when I look at him,
I picture us having sex,

- if you get my drift.
- It'd be impossible not to.

Wh... but, okay, so what?
Why are you so upset?

Because...

because I know that it
just won't work between us.

- There's just no way.
- He's married?

Nope. Divorced, six years.
Has a daughter.

- He's about to be deported?
- Born and raised in Michigan.

Department rivalry, like a
jets/sharks kind of thing? it's...

Jane, it's not gonna work
because it... it just can't.

Because every time I feel this
way about someone, it ends badly.

Okay, well, hang on a second.
I mean, uh...

I've never seen you like this.
You're... you're swooning.

- To swoon is to faint from emotion.
- I know! But I don't have a word

for singing in a sexy
voice into your hairbrush.

I mean, come on.
Give the guy a chance, okay?

It's Frankie. I gotta go.

Here.
Okay, and we're sexy...

- sexy, sexy...
- Go away.

... sexy.

Hi, Polly. What can we do for you?

I heard Mr. Larry's being held here...

that you suspect him
in his mother's murder?

Uh...
Well, I'm... I'm sorry,

but we can't comment on
an ongoing investigation.

But you're making a mistake!
He couldn't have hurt his mother.

When he found out she died,

he was a wreck...
completely heartbroken.

I've known him most of his life.
He's a good man.

Well, sometimes good
people do bad things, Polly.

I'm... I'm very sorry.

His lawyers will let
you know how to help.

Usually, during the trial
phase, friends and family...

No, you're not listening!
I can prove that he's innocent.

- You can?
- Larry did not murder his mother.

I did!

I understand that Polly's confession
was emotionally charged,

but her claim that she
helped Chelsea commit suicide

by giving her a fatal dose of
morphine is... patently false.

Chelsea Rothsburgher did not
die of an overdose of morphine.

Well, she gave us a
pretty detailed confession.

I mean, she told us how
they came up with the plan,

how they hoarded
morphine, picked the day.

Why would she admit
it if it wasn't true?

Well, she could be protecting Larry.

She could be a pathological liar
with narcissistic tendencies.

She could be having a psychotic break.

Or she could be telling the truth.

- Yep. She's telling the truth.
- What just happened?

Because a second ago, she
was a pathological liar.

Well, I-I tested Chelsea's saline bag,

and the contents are a mixture
of saline and liquid morphine.

So Polly did kill Chelsea,
just like she said.

Her story is true, but
she didn't murder Chelsea.

By the time that Polly injected
the morphine in the saline bag,

- Chelsea was already dead.
- Come again?

If Chelsea's heart had been pumping,

the morphine would have been drawn
into the blood flow and killed her.

- Except that someone got to her first.
- Indeed.

Well, she's guilty of
attempted murder, at least.

Mnh-mnh. The law is very clear.

The attempted murder
of a dead body is not a crime.

So, we're saying that
two separate people

both just happened to try
to murder the same person

- on the same night?
- What you think?

No such thing as a coincidence.

Maybe Polly knew what Larry
Jr. did and thought she could

protect him by injecting the
morphine and taking the fall.

That would be a good theory,

but I just met with
Larry Jr. and his lawyer,

and I might have implied
that our case is airtight

and that Larry Jr. is two
steps away from death row.

Massachusetts doesn't
have the death penalty.

My point was made.

Larry admitted he lied about his
alibi to protect his marriage.

Oh, he was with another woman.

He was being intimate
with two other women...

and one man... at the same time.

And unfortunately, there's video...
for our eyes only.

Did I say "ours"?
I meant yours.

Oh, come on, guys. Don't do this to me.

It's a chain-of-command
thing, bud.

I'm sorry. Our hands are tied.

Hey, um...

you remember the guy
that sat there yesterday?

- Yeah.
- Well, the desk, the chair...

it's just kind of become a thing.

You know, we need to do
something to de-thingify it.

You know what I mean?

Maybe if one of us, you
know, sat there sometimes,

- it wouldn't seem so empty.
- It's a great idea.

We should definitely do that.

I mean, uh, Maura needs me now, so...

Yeah, I got to... be somewhere.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Are you looking for something?

No, I'm... I'm hiding
from an empty chair.

Literally or philosophically?

Both, I think. What are you doing?

The final test results
came back on the saline bag.

There was enough morphine
in there to end her life

peacefully and painlessly.

Is there any chance
that the air embolism

could have killed Chelsea
when she was sleeping?

No, she would have been wide awake
and felt every excruciating moment.

It's just tragic... the
brutal irony of her death.

- How do you mean?
- Well, she planned on dying one way,

and then what happened was the
exact opposite of what she wanted.

Yeah.

Dr. Isles?

- Yes.
- Hi.

- Could you sign here, please?
- Yes.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

He wrote the card in Latin.
Barf.

What kind of flowers are these?

It's actually a tree.
And over the next two weeks

the roots are gonna get so
strong that they're gonna break

the ceramic pot onless I re-plant
it with enough room to grow.

A latin card and a metaphor plant?
He could be your soul mate.

- Or your clone.
- The truth is, I have been doing

a field study on dating
for over 10 years,

and I can no longer ignore the results.

There is no Mr. Right
out there for me.

Maura. Come on.

All right, you can't
look at relationships

like they're scientific experiments.

The guy who I had
the most amazing sexual chemistry with?

- A face licker.
- Yeah.

And the next guy who I had feelings for
ended up dead,

- and I was framed for his murder.
- To be fair...

getting murdered was not his fault.

For all we know, he... he could
have been a wonderful boyfriend.

And then the guy who said that
he really wanted my body...

He meant it literally,
because he was a serial killer

who made sculptures out
of dead women's bodies.

Yes, that was unfortunate.

But... would a serial killer
send you a romantic metaphor plant?

I'm not sure.
The nerium oleander has two meanings.

It's rare and beautiful and also deadly.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

God, you'd think a guy
would brush up on his botany

before sending you a
tree with mixed messages.

- Okay.
- Where are you going?

Honey.
I'm sorry.

I know you're iffy about trusting
your gut when it comes to men,

but your professional
instincts are spot on,

and I think what you said about
the irony about Chelsea's death,

that could actually be
the key to this case.

- That bad?
- I've seen things I can't unsee.

- You okay?
- Larry's not our guy, and...

let's not talk about it ever again.

It's probably for the best.

So Maura told me that an
air embolism is excruciating

and that Chelsea probably woke up

and actually felt her heart
exploding in her chest.

Note to self... don't go that way.

I think we've been looking
at this case in the wrong way.

It's not about millions of dollars.

The motive is more personal than that.

- What do you mean?
- I think that someone found out

about Chelsea's plan for
assisted suicide, and they didn't

want her to die peacefully.
They wanted her to suffer.

- Somebody hated her.
- Yeah.

So all we have to do is figure out who.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Come on in.
- Thank you.

Please, have a seat.

- I think it's best to be up front.
- Damn.

I... haven't finished yet.

You were gonna say
you're not that into me.

- I'm sorry.
- I really thought we had chemistry.

It seemed like you thought so, too.

We do. I-I just think that's...
that's actually the problem.

You're going with
"it's not you. It's me"?

- Oh, no, it's you. Very much you.
- That's direct.

For some reason, the men
that I am attracted to

all have serious neurological
and biological disorders.

And since I'm wildly attracted
to you, I strongly suggest that

you get a full physical and
psychological checkup immediately.

And don't be afraid of a second opinion

because a misdiagnosis
would cost you valuable time.

- You're wildly attracted to me?
- I just told you that you

might be severely ill,
and that's all you heard?

Are you sure about this, Maura?

Do you really want
to live alone in fear,

instead of with somebody
who knows what it's like to be scared?

No.

Okay, then, so we're both terrified.

But the only thing that scares
me more than getting hurt is...

never falling in love again.

It only needs to work out once, right?

That's what my best
friend's mother always says.

- Your friend's mom is a very wise woman.
- Well, she also says

you have to kiss a lot of
frogs to find your prince.

Factually incorrect on many levels,
but I still like the sentiment.

- That's exactly what I said!
- So, what do you think?

I'm not an amphibian with
unlikely royal ancestry,

but are you willing to
take a chance on me anyway?

Did Polly have any idea

who else might have known
about her plan to kill Chelsea?

Well, she swears they
kept it absolutely secret.

But they talked about
the plan for three weeks.

Why so long?

Chelsea wanted every detail
to be perfect, from the

amount of morphine to the wine
she had with her last meal.

That's a lot of talk in
a house full of people.

And the only visitors
she had were her sons.

So her kids and the household
staff are the only people

who could have overheard
the suicide plan.

Yeah. I'll have Frankie
do a deep background check,

try and figure out who
wanted to see her suffer.

Ma, that's not what I ordered.

I mean, thank you.

And would you please
sit with me while I eat?

Okay.
I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings.

And we can talk about my pregnancy.

It's just... will you please just...
be respectful of my boundaries?

You think this is about
my boundary problems?

You don't have any boundaries, either.

You've got 10-foot walls made of steel.

And I know why you built them...

because you watched me make the
mistake of being completely dependent.

So to avoid the same fate,

you chose never to depend on anyone.

But now you have to decide

whether those 10-foot
walls are working for you.

Or are they just leftovers

from trying so hard not to be me?

I'm sorry I went to your
doctor's appointment.

I should have asked you first.

Who are you, and what have
you done with my mother?

Eat your chicken.

What'd you find?

You remember Brad Oskoff?

Yeah, the, uh, handyman chauffeur
with the expensive tastes?

His mother, Katrina Oskoff,

worked at the Rothsburgher
mansion from 1976 to 1979,

the year Brad was born.

After that, Katrina lived in a house
bought by the Rothsburgher corporation.

She died of liver disease
when Brad was 16 years old.

That's the year he started
working for the family.

What was that you said
about coincidences?

- No such thing.
- There's definitely a resemblance.

You know, if I was a
Rothsburgher by blood

but had to work as the help,
I'd be pretty pissed off, too.

Do you think Brad has been
stewing on it all this time?

- Jane.
- Hmm?

Yeah. I di...

You guys, what are we gonna
do about Frost's chair?

I think...

You were right before. We should use it.

- Then what?
- Only one way to find out.

I got to say...

I know he's in my
thoughts, he's in my heart,

and some people would
say he's in this room,

but Detective Barry Frost
isn't sitting here.

Yeah, it's just a chair.

A chair.

All right, thanks.

Maura says that the syringe
used to inject an air bubble into

Chelsea's vein would be completely
empty. There would be no residue.

Brad's too smart to throw the
murder weapon away at the house.

Where did he say he was
the night Chelsea died?

At the movies. A theater
attendant saw him before and after.

So that leaves 2 hours and 40 minutes.

All right, I'll check the
trash cans and dumpsters

on his route and at the movie theater.

He probably dropped the
syringe somewhere along the way.

Yeah.

The DNA on the cylinder is yours.

Probably got there when you
took the cap off with your teeth.

- People make that mistake a lot.
- Using a syringe is not a crime.

We also found some DNA at the
nose of it. It's a small sample.

We had to send it away for
a specialized test, but we're

confident it's gonna come back
testing positive for Chelsea's DNA.

Until then, you have the opportunity
to give us your side of the story,

make a better deal with the D.A.

Not feeling chatty?

All right, we'll go first.

Yeah, it took us a while
to see the resemblance.

Same jaw. Same eyes.

I don't know what you're talking about.

When Chelsea said she
would give you a lump sum

just like the rest of the
staff, was that the last straw?

I didn't care about that.

I think you should.
You're Larry Rothsburgher's son.

Shut up!

You didn't know, did you?

She wanted forgiveness.

She was sorry for not having
welcomed me into the family

like she should have.

She just couldn't get over
the fact that her husband

had an affair... with my mom.

So she tried to give you
money, make things right?

I didn't get a chance to know my dad

when he was alive because
it was too hard for her.

Then she tried to make it
right with a pile of money.

How did you know she
was gonna commit suicide?

Because I saw Polly hiding
bottles of liquid morphine.

And the idea of her just...

- just getting to go to sleep...
- Made you angry.

She decided my life was dirt.

Why should she get to
choose an easy death?

She kept trying to breathe.

It only took three or four minutes,
but it felt like a year.

Well, she suffered.
You got what you wanted.

Why doesn't that make you happy?

Every time I close my eyes...

I see her face staring at me.

And I...
and... and I...

I think she was trying to forgive me.

I just want to go back
to the day that she told me

the truth and say,
"it's okay. It's okay."

And just say, "I forgive you."

And it's completely normal
to be like a cat in heat

during your second trimester.

Really? I thought that was a myth.

Mm, it's not, so beware
of pregnancy goggles.

- You mean like beer goggles?
- Mm.

Worse.
Stick to these rules...

no fanny packs, no cellphone holsters,

and no sandals with black socks.

Well, that's just good
rules for life in general.

Mm.

You can't imagine how many
times I used to ask your father

to pull the car over
so we could get it on.

No, no!
No, no! You see?

That boundary... you just
blew right past it. It...

So it's okay to talk
about sex with strangers,

- but not your father and your boss?
- Write that down.

She took the Triumph on her date?

Yeah, apparently he's
a fan of the sidecar.

Hi.

- Hey.
- Hey.

That's it?

We're working on our boundaries.

Yes, apparently,

it's better if we let
you volunteer things.

Well, he didn't try to kill me.

- Mm!
- Yay!

That's a good sign.

What are you drinking?

- Grapefruit lucys.
- Grapefruit ricky.

It's a grapefruit ricky
but without the ricky.

It's just grapefruit.

May I have one, please?

But a real one, not the one
that we're making Jane drink.

Sure.

So, tell me, was the governor
upset with Jane's phone prank?

Well, according to the press conference,

he was very glad that he pushed
for further investigation.

- So apparently not.
- Ooh. So this is a cause for celebration.

Why, 'cause we solved the case
but we didn't get the credit?

No, because you didn't get fired

and Maura's pretty sure
she's not dating a serial killer.

- Whoo-hoo!
- Hooray!

- Hooray!
- Yippie!

- Give me one sip.
- No!