Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 6, Episode 1 - The Platform - full transcript

Jane and Frankie chase a suspect where Frankie is involved in a shooting, of a possibly unarmed man.

[Music]
[Horn honks]

[Tires screech]

[Horn honks]

Man over P.A.: Attention, passengers.

The 6:45 train is now departing.

- Take the far end of the platform.
- Yeah.

Attention, passengers.
The 6:45 train is now departing.

[Horn honks]

[Gunshot]
[Woman screams]

_

I'm just saying that "Kent Drake"
is not the name of a real person.



I've seen his file and his picture.
We had a videoconference interview.

Tall, dark, handsome,
suit slightly too large for his body?

Because his superhero
suit is on underneath it.

He is not a superhero.
He is a military-school graduate.

- Superhero.
- Glasgow Medical School.

- Just finished a tour in Afghanistan.
- Marvel superhero.

Well, is that a good
thing or a bad thing?

If you have to ask...

Anyway, he wants to
move from trauma medicine

to forensic pathology,
and Kent is the strongest

applicant I've had for an
assistant medical examiner

- since I came to Boston, so...
- Six-month rotation?

You'll spend the entire
time trying to figure out

what his superhero power is...
or isn't. [door opens]



- Wow!
- Uncle Enzo was getting rid of it.

I can understand why.
That is horrible!

Oh, I have seen worse, and,
even if it is, it was free.

Well, the true value of something

isn't always determined
by its price, Angela.

Which is a super polite way of say
"that is horrible!"

Well, you two don't have to look at it.
I got it for Frankie.

[Cellphones ring] Well, he doesn't
have any taste. He'll probably love it.

- Rizzoli.
- Isles.

Hey, I need some help getting
this to Frankie's place.

It'll have to wait till later. Sorry.

I bet it's super uncomfortable too.

[door opens]
[Door closes]

It's still free!

[title music]

6x01 - "The Platform"

[Siren wails]

Right now, she's a Jane Doe.

Homeless guy found her this morning.

- Didn't s her get dumped.
- You want to keep her wrapped up, right?

Yes, I don't want to lose anything

that might be trapped
in the rug with her.

- Hey, good luck, Frankie.
- Thanks, Garcia.

How does everybody know I'm trying
to get the Bric Commander job?

Because you've had lunch
with every boss at BPD.

Well, not every boss.

Yeah, only because nobody
wants to watch McCorskey eat.

[Laughs, snorting]

Well, I would say he has
a temporomandibular disorder.

- Makes chewing difficult.
- Oh.

Well, he doesn't know you said it.

If you feel so bad, why don't
you take him out to lunch?

I don't feel that bad.
[Laughter]

The dumpster was emptied two days ago,

so the body could only
have been there since then.

Are there any offices or apartments
that are near this alley?

No, it's all warehouses
and manufacturing.

Well, that probably means she
came from somewhere else, then.

And judging by the size of this rug,

might have taken two
people to get her here.

Two people who didn't think
anybody would notice them

dumping a body in downtown Boston.

So we can eliminate folks who stand out.

- Clowns.
- Siamese twins?

McCorskey.
[Camera shutter clicks]

I'll make sure the uniforms are asking

about two people looking suspicious.

- Centaurs.
- Pirates.

Organ-grinders.

Well, everyone would notice the monkeys.

[Camera shutter clicks]

Maura: Excuse me.

- Excuse me!
- Oh.

Dr. Isles.

- Yes.
- No.

- Hi. I'm Kent Drake.
- Nice to meet you.

And you must be Detective Rizzoli.

- Yes. Hi.
- Ah.

Senior criminalist Chang, she, uh ...

well, um, she holds
you in very high regard.

Anyway, Susie told me to
go ahead and get started.

Now, I was concerned about
losing any trace evidence,

so I ... I've wrapped the body
so I could vacuum around here.

Watch the rug, please.

Um, now, given the fact
that she's a Jane Doe,

I removed her effects and laid them out.

Hopefully, we can help
with identification.

- In plastic wrapping, per jaybee.
- Yeah, well, I didn't know

your policies and procedures around
here, so I just went, well, textbook.

- You've been very busy.
- Yeah, well, in a conflict zone,

you get used to moving at a fast pace.

I'm sorry.
Do you like my shoes?

- Hmm?
- They're very comfortable.

You should try them sometime.

No.

Nope!

[Clears throat]

The internet village.

I'm just gonna go there.

[Chuckle]

- Nice to meet you.
- Mm.

- Is she always like that?
- Yes.

In the very best way possible.
Well, let's get started.

We only have six months
to complete your training.

Woman: That's Mona.

[Voice breaking] Mona Carson.

When was the last time you saw her?

When she gave her
notice three weeks ago.

She was so nice.
I just can't believe that she ...

She said why she was
giving you her notice?

No. She'd been pulling away
from all of us for a while.

- You must have some idea.
- Spike.

- Is that her boyfriend?
- Yeah.

When they started to
get serious, she changed,

got... nervous, withdrawn.

Spike is probably not the name
his parents gave him.

That's the only thing
she ever called him.

But I have a picture.
[Cellphone chimes]

He was on Mona's birthday party.

- He still look like that?
- Last time I saw him.

I never liked him,
but with your friends,

it's hard to say something, you know?

Mm-hmm.

[Keys jingle, door opens]

Jane: Watch your fingers.

Watch your fingers. Okay.

- That way.
- All right.

[Sighing] Oh, god.

[Door closes]

I don't remember Frankie's
apartment being this nice.

Yeah, it's a different
apartment. He moved.

- What?
- Yeah, this one is two floors higher.

I guess I didn't notice
what button you pushed in elevator.

I was so worried about
trying to avoid a hernia

- of the entire body.
- That's not what a hernia is. [Chuckles]

Yes, I know that.
How come I didn't know

that Frankie was getting a new place?

- Uh... he was keeping it a secret?
- Until when?

- [Door opens] I...
- Oh! What the hell?!

- Until now, I'm guessing.
- I've seen your chest.

Yeah, but that was always near a pool.

[Laughs]
Ma, what are you doing here?

What are you doing, not telling
me that you got a new place?

I was gonna tell you, sis,
as soon it's all fixed up.

- There ... it's all fixed up.
- I don't want that.

- It's a nice chair.
- It's awful,

- and I'm trying to go a different way.
- Yeah, the secret way.

Come on, Janie.
Like you don't have any secrets.

Yes, I have secrets.
I'm allowed to have secrets.

You are not allowed.

I just wanted it to be
totally nice when you saw it.

So you'd know I'm not
your door-and-cinder-block,

desk-using younger brother anymore.

All right that's sweet.

- What about the chair?
- Totally cramping my style.

Will you take it downstairs?
I'm getting ready for a date.

[Snapping fingers]

Sure.

Oh. [Laughs]
Fine, fine.

- I'll do it.
- I think you look great.

- Oh.
- You should wear pants.

Have fun tonight.

[Door opens]

- Ma, this chair is ...
- Free! [Door closes]

Free covers a lot of ugly.

[Horns honking]

So, it turns out our vic
not only quit her job,

she closeder social-media accounts,

cancelled her cellphone,
stopped using her credit cards.

To top it all off, when
they searched her apartment,

they found a packed suitcase.

- She was about to go on the run.
- Or went to a convent.

Both good options for a
woman with a bad boyfriend.

Well, I think there are a few other
things she might have considered.

I didn't find any calls to shelters
or restraining orders filed with police.

Is there any evidence that
Spike was actually abusive?

One neighbor said she
never heard em fighting,

but a couple of weeks ago,
she complimented Spike on his hair ...

he almost ripped her head off.

- So he's wild and a little tight.
- Clearly.

Tight enough to snap if he thought
Mona was gonna leave him?

Only way to know for
sure is to find him.

Is her apartment missing a rug?

Hardwood floor is no way to know.
[Sighs]

If it was easy, anybody could do it.

[Telephone rings]

- Holiday.
- Rizzoli.

Sounds like something your
mom would serve for dinner.

"Kids, come to the table.
The holiday Rizzoli is ready."

- You don't know many Italians, do you?
- Just you guys.

Because my ma woul said
that about 80 decibels louder

and the phrases
"before I" and "don't make me"

are conspicuously missing.
[Chuckles]

I went thugh
Mona's cellphone records.

Before she stopped using it,
there were a lot of calls to

- a Cecil Wilson.
- Is that the boyfriend, "Spike?"

If my name were Cecil, almost
anything would be preferable.

- We have an address?
- Yep. I'll text it to you.

And Jane.
Tell her I'll meet them there.

[Cellphone beeps]
And while our satellite offices

don't have the lab
equipment that we do,

we will process, on a priority basis,

any evidence you deem necessary.

- How long have you actually worked here?
- About five years.

And did you ever practice
any other type of medicine

- before you became an M.E.?
- Only in my residency.

So, our refrigerated
storage is down the hall.

Would you like to see it?

Do you actually enjoy this
managerial side of your job?

- You ask a lot of questions.
- I'm sorry. I'm just curious.

I am not prying maliciously.

Please, feel free to
ask me anything you like.

Well, I have worn those
shoes, working out,

but I've never really thought
of them as business attire.

Right, well, technically,
that's not a question, is it?

- No, I just don't find them suitable.
- Unlike your 4-inch heels?

Three, and I often
have business meetings.

You don't have to
justify your choice to me.

I have no judgment.

- Hey.
- Hey.

If he's in there, he hasn't come out.

If he's not there, he hasn't come home.

All right. We're gonna go
check out the apartment.

You sit tight.
Call us if you see him.

[Knock on door]

BPD. We'd like to talk to you.

[Clatter]

Frankie, he's on the run,
Probably going down the fire escape.

Head down to the lobby in case he
goes thugh a window on another floor.

Frankie, he's headed
North down the back alley.

[Horn honks]

[Tires screech]

[Horn honks]

[Man speaks indistinctly over P.A.]

- Take the far end of the platform.
- Yeah.

[Horn honks]

[Brakes hiss]

Boston police!
Drop your weapon!

[Gunshot]

[Crowd shouting]

[Cellphone beeps]

Back up. I need everyone
to take a step back.

I need an ambulance

at the Essex Street subway
platform for a gunshot victim.

This is an officer-involved shooting.
[Cellphone beeps]

- Did he have a gun?
- Yeah.

- Did you pick it up?
- No. Where is it?

- I don't know. We'll find it.
- Where is it, Korsak?!

Jane, he ... he ... he had a gun.

- I-I-I swear he had a gun.
- Okay. We'll find it.

[Siren chirping]
He had a gun, Jane.

Okay. We just need
to know what happened

- so we can figure out where it went.
- I was chasing that Spike guy.

He ran through a group of people,
and then, all of a sudden, I...

that... other guy was
pointing a gun at me.

- You said he ran near Spike?
- Yeah, yeah, he definitely did.

Is it possible the
gun was in Spike's hand

- and you just thought that it was ...
- The guy I shot had a gun!

Al-All right, Frankie.
He's got to ask, okay?

Okay. All right.
[Siren wailing]

Oh, my god.

[Scoffs]

- If we can't find that gun, I'm screwed.
- Listen to me, okay?

Korsak and I are going
to talk to the witnesses.

All right? We'll look
at the security video.

How long before IAD gets here,
huh, 10 minutes?

- They're not gonna let you do anything.
- Frankie.

- Do you remember Benny Johnson?
- He was a dirty cop.

This is a totally different thing.

We will find the gun, okay?
I promise.

Maura: Jane.

[Siren chirps]

- How is he?
- Not much bleeding externally,

so it's possible that he's
hemorrhaging internally.

The trauma unit is
waiting for him at General.

Okay. What is that?

Frankie seems anxious,
which is understandable.

This was a very traumatic event.

So the EMTs gave me a mild
sedative to administer to him.

And he can't talk to IAD
until it wears off.

I'm just treating the symptoms.

We're gonna send you
to the hospital, okay?

- I'm fine.
- No, you're gonna go to the hospital,

and Maura has a sedative
to help you calm down.

Oh.

Don't talk to anybody
until you can think clearly.

- Okay.
- Okay.

I heard back from the union.

They're sending a
lawyer to the hospital.

Okay, thanks.
[Siren wailing]

Woman over P.A.: Social
services to pediatrics.

The victim's name is Sean Hughes.

23 years old, lives in South Boston.

What are the odds that Spike
and Sean don't know each other?

- Seems unlikely.
- So, if Mona and that carpet

were put in a dumpster by two people ...

maybe Sean's one of them,
maybe Spike's the other ...

- and they were meetin at the platform.
- Sean pulls a gun

'cause he doesn't want to
get caught for Mona's murder.

It makes sense.

Still doesn't explain
what happened to the gun.

[Sighs] Well, maybe it
got kicked into the tracks

and a train pushed it down the tunnel.

Maybe somebody picked it up.

- Ugh! Hitchcock from IAD.
- Oh, that's a short straw.

[Sighs]

We need the security
video from that platform.

IAD's gonna piss all over us

- if we start investigating this shooting.
- Well, then we better

do as much as we can
before they find out.

Nina: Sean Hughes is a student at SBCC.

Takes a lot of poli-sci classes.

I found some donations to
left-leaning politicians

and pictures of him at demonstrations,

but everything's of the
chant-in-unison sort.

Nothing indicates he's violent.

- He ever been in our system?
- No, he's clean.

- Except that, if Sean Had a gun ...
- He had a gun.

...then Sean didn't have a license for it.

It's possible he registered
under another name.

I'll keep digging.

Who's processing the warrant
for his credit-card records?

No one. I don't want IAD
knowing that we're looking

at him and shutting us down
before we even get started.

Um, what about the security
video at the subway platform?

Techs are at the subway working on it.

Should be in our building any minute.

Can you sweet-talk a copy for us?

[Cellphone rings] It's the fastest
way we're gonna clear Frankie.

[Cellphonbeeps]
Rizzoli.

Yeah, um...

I'm grabbing a sandwich.
Uh, how's a half-hour?

Great. Thanks.
[Cellphone beeps]

- IAD?
- Clock's ticking.

The victim's stomach contents.

Maltodextrin, oat powder,
whey isolate.

- Protein shake.
- The ingredients are consistent

with a commercial
product called Parallax.

Computer geeks drink it so they
don't have to leave their chairs.

Well, she had excellent muscle tone,
so she definitely left her chair.

- Is there something else we can do?
- Mona died before the shooting

so I'm not sure what
else she has to tell us.

[Hitchcock sighs]

It's a simple question, detective.

- How did Frankie seem this morning?
- Jane: Fine.

He was the same asshole

that I've been dealt with
for the past 35 years.

Simmons: Look, we get it.
You're chasing a potential killer.

It's a crowded subway platform.

Frankie gets worried a
bystander may get hurt,

- so he fires off a warning shot.
- Is that what Frankie said?

We're just trying to figure
out how an unarmed civilian

- gets shot by a BPD detective.
- You don't have to figure it out.

All you have to do is ...
is watch the security video.

The facts should speak for themselves.

- Wha... have you seen it?
- We're not at liberty to say.

Did you see the gun, Jane?

No.

Simmons, come on, all right?
You're a good guy. Just ...

- Just keep an open mind, okay?
- Of course.

Seems like you need to keep an
open mind yourself, detective.

[Door opens]

- Vince.
- Hey, Sam.

- It's been a long time.
- You were at the bar last night.

You know, you should come
back to the bowling league.

You're right. I should.

Send me an e-mail and let
me know the next night.

Yeah, will do.

[Telephone rings in distance]
[Music]

[Indistinct conversations]

- IAD knows something.
- Yep.

The video system at the
subway malfunctioned.

It won't clear Frankie
because it's blank.

- How do you know that?
- Sam Lewis slipped me this downstairs.

He knew they wouldn't tell us.

There'll be a lot of ass-covering.
We didn't see anything.

We haven't found a
witness who saw anything.

- Without that video...
- It's just Frankie's word

there was a gun.
There's no proof.

They're gonna hang him out to dry.

Reporter: Here's the lates
on the police shooting

at the Essex Street subway station.

The spokesperson for
Boston General confirmed

- Here, baby.
- that the victim is in surgery and, at this point,...

- Okay, that's enough of this.
- ...had no comment on his condition.

They're saying the D.A. is gonna
take the shooting to a grand jury,

if the facts continue to support it.
Maybe even tomorrow.

- The facts won't support it.
- Ma...

- I could go to jail.
- Nope.

- We didn't find a gun.
- Which doesn't mean there wasn't one.

Then where did it go?

I don't know.
But I know you and I know Jane

and you don't just shoot
people for no reason.

And Jane won't stop until she
gets to the bottom of things.

[Chuckles]

Right?

[Frankie sighs]
Frankie, everything is gonna be okay.

I know it.

[Telephone rings in distance]

Have you made any progress yet?

What if he did it, Maura?

I mean what if he shot an unarmed man?

I'm afraid it's a little worse now.
Sean Hughes died.

His body is on its way here for an autopsy.

Well, you can't do an autopsy

- because you're Frankie's friend.
- Right.

And I can't watch the autopsy
because I'm Frankie's sister.

That is, in theory, true.

How long have these cameras
been in the autopsy room?

My predecessor thought he might get rich

if he made a series of
instructional videos.

Get out of the way!

Oh! Come on...
Did you see the stomach contents?

Uh ... no.
[Sighs]

- Okay, give ... give me your coffee.
- Wait, that ...

- Steve?
- Hmm?

I went to get a coffee
and they made it wrong,

so I have an extra cappuccino.

Thought you'd be tired
and you might want it.

- No, thanks.
- Okay. Well, I will just ...

I'll leave it right here
in case you change your mind.

Okay.

Come on. Get the coffee.
[Music]

Well, what are you gonna do

when he finds out it's used coffee?

Yes!
Yes! Okay.

- There you go.
- He had some weird food.

Mona had a protein drink in her stomach.

I mean, there's no way
for me to know if what's

in that basin is the same
as what she drank, but...

Well, two liquid lunches
do seem coincidental.

I'm not going to say that.

Yeah, but if they're drinking
the same kind of drink

and Sean Hughes and Mona Carson are
connected and he's murder-adjacent,

and I can keep looking into
his shooting as part of my case.

I will totally forgive
you for taking my coffee.

You're welcome.

Korsak, hey, what
judge owes you a favor?

I-I'm really sorry, detectives.
I'm not supposed to let anyone in.

Right, except for anyone involved
in the investigation.

- Uh...
- Good for you, standing your ground.

- I'm sure that Sergeant...
- Washington.

...Washington would
like to hear about this.

Not every newbie can do that.

- Aren't you impressed, Korsak?
- Bursting.

Thanks. Good job.

- Korsak: What the hell are those?
- I have no idea.

[Cellphone beeps]

[Camera shutter clicks]

[Telephone rings]

- Jane, I ...
- Hey, I just sent you a picture.

What are we looking at?
[Mouse clicks]

Look at the back or the bottom.
See if there are any labels.

Yeah, FCO, DME, SFX.

Those are routers.

The codes on the bottom
correspond to airport codes

of the cities they're routing through.

- Jane ...
- Routers?

And they had programmer
food in their stomachs.

These three knew each other.
They were up to something.

- Jane ...
- That's why Sean Had a gun.

- That's why Mona is dead.
- Korsak.

- Yes?
- Can you guys come back to BPD?

Yeah, we'll be right there.

[Keyboard keys clacking]

Hey. Let's see it.

I grabbed the footage
from social-media sites,

so it's jumpy and there
are missing moments,

but it's the best I can
do with what we've got.

- Stop. Back it up.
- What?

There.
[Computer beeps]

Play it forward, slowly.

- There was a gun.
- Somebody took it.

We know it wasn't Spike
because we saw him run off.

- Are you gonna tell IAD?
- No.

They won't let Frankie off the hook

unless we can deliver
them another suspect.

- So we should do that.
- Yes, we should.

- Mwah.
- That's Rizzoli-ese for "thank you."

- Hey, Korsak.
- Yeah.

Come here for a sec.
[Mouse clicks]

Watch this guy right here.

[Computer beeps]

He doesn't panic when
Frankie's gun goes off.

No, and then he just
calmly walks into the crowd.

Like he sees Sean's gun on the ground

- and heads over to pick it up?
- Yeah.

- Why?
- Maybe he needed a gun.

Or maybe he didn't want
Sean to be found with a gun.

Again, why?
[Sighs]

Well, we have Spike, who runs
right near a guy with a gun,

then we have this guy,
who is completely unfazed

- by the entire thing.
- Some sort of criminal conspiracy.

I'm okay with saying they
weren't planning a bake sale.

[Chuckles] Yeah.

The algorithms for facial recognition
fall into two categories ...

geometric, which focuses on features,
[Jane sighs]

and photometric.

So how long does this program
usually take to find a match?

A few minutes.
A few days.

Forever.

This is the Essex
Street subway platform.

And this is where Boston rapid transit

keeps the wireless routers
that control the signal lights

and the switches for the West Side.

Huh. So maybe Mr. Laptop was
trying to break in to the router

to disrupt traffic, even crash a train.

- Hello.
- Oh, I'm sorry. Kent Drake.

Vince Korsak.

Kent is doing rotation
here before taking over

as the assistant medical
examiner in Springfield.

You two have a lot in common.
You're both ex-military.

- Oh. Vietnam?
- Spanish-American war.

That's funny.

- At least my shoes have laces.
- Jane: I hate him.

[Chuckles]

- Kent: So, are we narrowing the search?
- Yes, but the trick is

to not narrow it so much
that you exclude the subject.

[Computer beeps]

This one didn't.

Jane: John Stanton.
Six months ago, his house was seized,

eminent domain,

and he was arrested for trying
to set fire to a bulldozer.

Guy with a cause
collected a few cohorts.

- Who took his house?
- BRT.

His house was in the new path of
the Southern spur of the subway.

Detective Hitchcock told me that,

even if you had a warrant,
I shouldn't let you in.

- Hard seems sporting.
- Or legal.

I got to call in.

I've got a warrant, and I'm
not gonna let you stop me,

but you call internal affairs.
I don't want you getting in trouble.

- Good man.
- Well, I'm not trying to ...

- We got about 15 minutes.
- A router isn't gonna give us much ...

an IP dress, a log of who accessed it.

John Stanton has been completely
off the grid for two months.

- A PI address and a log is more than we had.
- IP address.

- What'd I say?
- PI address.

That'd come as no surprise to you that I

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

[Chuckles]

[Beeping]

- Weird.
- What?

Someone's pinging this location,
trying to get a response.

Can you tell where they are?

Shouldn't take more than 15 minutes.

- Y-You can't see who it is, though.
- No, but I have a name

and a pretty good idea
of what this is about,

so that's enough for me to catch him.

- Thanks, Jane!
- Okay.

- Okay! [Laughs]
- Lots of feelings.

- I get it, yeah okay.
- Oh, god! [Cellphone ringing, buzzing]

- Okay, yeah.
- Okay, wait for it. Oh.

Ugh.

It's Korsak.
He wants you to meet him.

- All right, the hug's over, Frankie.
- All right.

[Laughs]

Ah!

- You okay to get a ride back to precinct?
- Uh, no problem.

[Chuckles]

[Door opens]
[Laughs]

- Have you seen him?
- We don't know who's in there.

Nina just said someone
inside that restaurant

is pinging the router
at Sean Hughes' house.

You know IAD is gonna go
ballistic if we arrest someone.

This totally throws a monkey wrench
in their plan

- to pin this on Frankie.
- I know.

Well, I uld understand if
you wanted to stay here.

Up yours, Rizzoli.

[Music]

I'm ready.

Well, well, well.
Cecil.

Nice to finally meet you.

Spike: I didn't have
anything to do with that.

- Then who did?
- I don't know.

But you knew she was dead,
or you wouldn't have run from us.

Maybe I just don't like cops.

You know, we hear that a lot,
usually from guilty people.

- I didn't kill Mona.
- Did John Stanton?

Yeah, we know about him.
We know about his beef with the BRT.

Did you know that Sean died?

So that leaves you and John

as the only two people
that we get to put in jail

for whatever stupid thing
that you had planned,

but you're the only
one we got in custody.

- We didn't do anything.
- Not yet. Do you think

John Stanton's sitting around,
wondering how you're doing?

The minute that he puts
your plan into action

is the minute that
you're on the hook for it,

and her murder
and Sean's shooting.

Who doesn't like cops now?

- Is everything all right?
- Yes, yes.

Um, Susie told me to get her ready

so that she can be
released to her family.

Okay.

- Does it make you feel any better?
- What?

Does it make you feel any better
figuring out who committed the murder?

It's very satisfying
using science to solve a mystery.

I don't think that answers my question.

Some cases are...

so awful that I put them away.

I choose not to think about them

so they don't color
my view of the world.

But most of the time,
I believe that the truth

helps the people
who loved these victims.

I guess that makes me feel better.

[Chuckles]

Good answer.

Come on.
You can see a gun.

Frankie didn't shoot an unarmed man.

What you just showed me
doesn't prove anything.

Okay, okay, fine.
How about this?

[Computer beeps]
All right, Mona Carson.

This guy, John Stanton, killed her,

and we believe that Sean Hughes
helped dispose of her body.

You have a very active
imagination, detective.

Mona Carson is dead
because she was involved

in a plan to crash a subway train
at Essex Street station.

Do you have proof of any of this?

Meet Cecil Wilson.

Was there a plan to
crash a subway train?

- It was mostly John. We were ...
- Was Sean supposed

- to bring a gun to the platform?
- Yes.

Now, we have solved this case for you,

and we'll let you take the credit
if you call the D.A.'s office right now

and tell them that
Frankie did nothing wrong.

- Where's Stanton?
- I'll tell you after you make the call.

Come on. You get to take
a picture with the mayor!

[Cellphone beeps]

This is Detective Hitchcock.
I need to speak to the D.A.

Okay, where's Stanton?
I have no idea.

I will tell you ...
he's too smart to go to Essex Street.

Now, there are three
other subway stations

with wireless routers.

What do you say we split up and find him

before he kills a bunch
of innocent people?

[Music]

- I don't see him.
- Me either.

I mean, now that we're down
here, do you think he would

actually risk getting caught
on one of these platforms?

- I wouldn't, not if I could avoid it.
- Neither would I.

[Dialing]

[Telephone rings]

Holiday.

Hey. Is there any way that Stanton

could turn off the signal
lights or switch the tracks

without ever coming
down to the platform?

Maybe. He'd need a booster
to amplify the wireless signal

so he could access it above ground.

- What does a booster look like?
- A plastic box.

Small.
He could tape it anywhere,

but he'd want line of
sight for a better signal.

- I'll look this way.
- Okay.

Korsak, I found it.

I unboosted him.

- There he is.
- Mm-hmm.

[Indistinct conversations]

Mnh-mnh.
Put the laptop down.

[Sighs]

You're gonna be losing
a lot more than that signal.

[Handcuffs click]

- Hey, we're heading out.
- Oh, great. Have a good ...

- Nice!
- He looks superhot, right?

I-Is that a bad thing to say?

It ... it's not actionable, is it?
I mean... he don't work for me.

Okay, well, then I will
meet you in the lobby.

Oh.

So, the toe shoes were uncomfortable?

No.

I just don't like people
making assumptions about me.

Ex-military guy puts on
a slightly nerdy affect

- to throw off his new colleagues.
- Yeah, something like that.

- Exactly like that.
- I wanted to see how you'd react,

- what you'd react to.
- Still, it's a bit like lying, isn't it?

Yeah.

But we all lie in our
own little way, don't we?

Have a nice evening.

Yeah, I thought he was
gonna cry when you called.

Who are you kidding?
He cried.

Yeah, he cried.
Don't tell him I told you!

- Here we are!
- Oh! What are these?

Hi!
These are called the last word.

Seemed an appropriate way
to celebrate our victory.

Yes.

- Oh, okay.
- Cent'anni.

- Cent'anni.
- Mmm.

[Coughs]

[Clears throat]

Well, that'll put hair on your chest.

Speaking of hairy
chests, where's Frankie?

He went to go pick
some stuff up, he said.

He should've stuck around to
keep an eye on his liquor cabinet.

I cleaned him out.
[Laughter]

This is a great apartment.

I just can't believe he kept it secret.

I can't believe how much I'm
starting to like this chair.

- Oh.
- Hey!

- Hey.
- Hello.

Ooh! Did you bring dinner?
I'm starving!

No.
I hope better.

I was, uh...
well, I guess I was scared,

and, uh, I wanted to show
you all how much I ...

- Thank you.
- I mean, uh, I really appreciate what ...

I know how hard you worked to ...

You got me a signed
Ted Williams baseball?

Whaaat?!
Frankie!

That is amazing. Thank you.

- That's what I was trying to say.
- We made you a drink.

It's right there
next to that beautiful

side-by-side
fridge
you didn't tell us about.

I was gonna tell you.

Are you doing okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

He, uh...
He died, Jane.

I know, I know.
It was a ... it was a good shoot.

But I-I didn't mean for anyone to die.

Well, that's how we tell the
good guys from the bad guys.

The good guys always feel it
when something bad happens.

Now when you're gonna tell
me about this barman?

[chuckling]
[mandoline plays]

[sighs]

[chuckling]
Whoo.

[chuckling]

- Ah. Very nice. [applause]
- [laughter] Bravo!