Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 6, Episode 14 - Murderjuana - full transcript

Boy, it must be rough
having too much money.

Wait, hold on.
Don't lock it yet.

Yeah, there we go.

- Mmm.
- That makes four.

- Mm-hmm.
- You're eating all the profits.

How'd you ever even get a license?

'Cause I look good in a suit.

How long has the parking
lot camera been down?

I have no idea.
Isn't that your job?

Finish locking up, would ya?

I'm gonna go check out the camera.



I will not be going home tonight
if that thing's busted.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa!

Mm.

- Jane!
- What is it? What's wrong?

What ... What's wrong?
What are you doing here?

Um...
I-I was just stopping by.

- You were watching us.
- No.

How long have you been
sneaking in?

It's not sneaking.
I have a key.

I understand the nervousness,
but this is not a solution.

It's just until we catch him, Maura.

You need to talk to someone.

Melanie has been really helpful.

She's given me a lot of tools



to help me cope
with having been abducted.

Every time I feel anxious or scared,
I just write it in my journal.

It's a way of avoiding
the onset of P.T.S.D.

So what are you doing up
in the middle of the night?

It's a process.

All right, well, we'll see
how your therapy goes,

and maybe I'll consider
talking to somebody.

6x14 - "Murderjuana"

Your jacket is so wrinkled.

- Quit it!
- You could have ironed it.

You have bags under your eyes.

I don't have bags
under my eyes. Do ... do I?

- Gotcha.
- Anyone hungry?

You know, I bet those aren't
like the kind my mom makes.

Come on.

Body's back there.

- What? Robbery gone bad?
- First unit on the scene

talked to the security
guard, Jeff Collins.

He said he and the owner,
Otis Reynolds,

were closing up for the night.

- Should she be back so soon?
- W...

Yeah. It's good for her to get
into her regular routine.

Keeps her mind focused.

What's with the security cameras?

Collins noticed that the parking
lot camera was malfunctioning.

When he went to check
it out, two masked guys

with guns were at the
door, forced their way in.

Do we know how they
disabled the cameras?

Wiring appears intact. We're
taking it back to the crime lab.

Collins said Reynolds was
trying to lock the safe,

and the bad guys came in
and that one started shooting.

Mm, to keep Otis
from locking everything up.

- Otis took a round to the head.
- Is he alive?

Surgeon said it's a miracle
he's still alive, but he is.

Our victim has a single
close contact gunshot wound

- to the chest, no exit wound.
- What about the guard?

Took one to the chest and still
managed to shoot our dead guy.

The vest saved his life,
but he is hurtin'.

He passed out, called 9-1-1
when he came to.

He didn't say anything
about the second guy?

No, just that it happened
in the blink of an eye.

Well...

if the accomplice is trying
to get to the money,

I mean, he ... he would've left
a bloody footprint.

Well, maybe the gunplay
scared him off.

Yeah.

Hey, can you bag that up
and get it to the crime lab?

Maybe our accomplice needed
something to calm his nerves.

And that's a lot of dough.

Mm-hmm. And until the state
and federal drug laws

catch up to each other,
little places like this

are always gonna have
a lot of cash lying around.

- It's a gold rush.
- It's a green rush.

And with that much green,

there's always gonna be someone
who wants to steal it.

- You're tracking airline flights?
- No.

This is about not being able
to find a link

between Maura's kidnapper,
Joe Harris, and Jane.

Since Harris leads us nowhere,
I circled back to the hacker

who broke into
your sister's bank accounts.

Hoping that he can lead us
to whoever's behind all this.

Exactly.
This is wingate bouncing.

Hacker's hiding his I.P. address

by bouncing the signal
to hundreds of servers.

The only thing I've learned so far

is how badly this guy
does not want to be found.

Speaking of found, you got
anything on our dead robber?

- Theodore "Teddy" White.
- Oh.

35 years old from Charlestown.

Two-bit thief, marijuana dealer.
Did time for both.

He's been caught for almost
everything he's ever done.

Someone should've told him
to pick another line of work.

Any luck with the other videos
we pulled?

No. The Pot Palace parking
lot camera was down.

None of the city traffic cameras
caught anything,

and I came up empty on private
security cameras in the area.

All right, yeah, e-mail Maura
and Jane this stuff on White.

I'm gonna start the paperwork
on a search warrant.

Maybe we'll have better luck
at his apartment.

There once was a man from Kent,

- whose name, in fact, was Kent.
- Mm, ceiling is eating Kent. Good.

Be happy I'm not wearing
the kilt today.

- He's fixing the exhaust fan.
- What about a call to maintenance?

Oh, that would take a month.
Besides, this satisfies

the basic male need to fix things.

For your information,

I once made an air conditioner of
a laptop fan and some ice cubes.

- So I've got this, okay?
- We'll see.

Look what I found
in Teddy White's pocket.

A laser pointer.

Mm-hmm. And if directed
at the camera lens,

the concentrated beam
literally blinds the camera

by destroying the C.C.D./C.M.O.S. sensor.

So the camera can't "C-anymore."
Get it?

Ow!

I'm okay!

Ballistics confirmed that
Collins' gun killed Teddy White.

Okay. And all the other
bullets came from White's gun.

And there are no prints
on the gun either. Great.

What about the bloody brownie?

Uh, still being processed for D.N.A.,
but more than likely, it's Otis'.

The hospital tox screen showed
high levels of T.H.C. in his blood.

Shocking.

Well, all this talk of brownies

makes me realize
I haven't eaten. Lunch?

I can't.
I gotta interview a witness.

But I'll catch you later.

Gotta stop meeting like this.

Dr. Kaplan, you say the sweetest things.

No, really. Someday,
we have to meet in my office.

People do it all the time.

They call, they make an appointment,

they come in and lie on my couch.

- Come and see for yourself.
- I-I like this spot.

It affords you a 360-degree
view of your surroundings,

and it's not patrolled by Boston cops.

Well, you're a... doctor.

You should know that sunshine
is good for you.

And, you know, it's...

not like I see you
every Tuesday at 10:00, so...

12 meetings in 5 years

is enough to constitute
a professional relationship.

Next time in my office.

Fine, but I'm not bringing you coffee.

I, uh, read about Dr. Isles' abduction.

I'm guessing that's why you're here.

You find it difficult to see
someone you care about in danger?

Well, yeah.
It's ... it's...

hard to see a-a strong woman
like Maura, you know, just...

crippled by fear and anxiety.
It's...

She's starting to lose her confidence.

She's second-guessing herself.

Dr. Isles is not my client.
You are.

- I'm asking about you.
- No, I'm fine.

- I-I-I am fine.
- Then why'd you want to see me?

You know, I remember
when you first called me

to come meet you here.
Those scars were very new.

Yeah, it was, uh...
right after I caught Hoyt.

Some wounds heal with stitches
and a band-aid.

Others require more time.

All of them require a helping hand.

I'm not wounded.

Professor Gray. I read your
smackdown of the hackers

who broke into the S.S.A. computers.

Pissed and fighting
for the good guys.

I figured the guy who wrote
that article would help me

stop someone from hurting
a cop's family and friends.

What? Oh.

Yes, that was absolutely...
horrible.

What is it you wanted me
to do again?

I know how this hacker hides.
I just don't know how to find him.

The trick is to find
that piece of himself

that every hacker leaves
in their work. A signature.

Where do I find that?

If the hacker's good,
you never find it.

And this guy's good.

Professor Gray?
There must be something I can do.

Yes. Yes, there is.
Leave this stuff with me.

I thought you said
we'd never find his signature.

No, I said you would never find it.

I did not say I couldn't.

It's three broken ribs...

bruised spleen, and some...

major blunt force trauma.

You feel up to looking at a photo?

- I'll do whatever I can to help.
- You seen him before?

Customer, maybe?
Hanging around the parking lot?

No.

I can't believe I just opened the door.

I just let him walk right in and ...

Don't blame yourself.

I just came by here to thank you.

The surgeon said getting
Otis to the hospital

when they did saved his life.
You saved his life, Jeff.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

I'm Christine Reynolds,
Otis's wife.

Sergeant Vince Korsak,
Boston Homicide.

- How is your husband doing?
- Still in a coma.

Did you work at the Pot Palace, too?

Yes, I work there.
Mostly bookkeeping at home,

but I work behind the counter
two or three days a week.

Have you seen anything strange
around the store this week?

Someone hanging around outside?

No.

Were there any problems
with employees?

No, we have four... part-timers

and... my husband and me, sergeant.

And Otis wanted it that way ...

a small, owner-operated
corner store.

Did Otis owe anyone money?

Anyone that might have robbed
the store to get it back?

- Oh, God, no.
- Do you recognize him?

I've never seen him before.

Otis is the most wonderful,
peaceful man.

No one would want to hurt him.

Oh! Jane, I was just trying to find you.

- What's up?
- Uh...

- No, d...
- Stay.

Now before you get to your desk,

- I just want you to know that, uh...
- Martinez.

- Martinez is here.
- Hi!

So, to what do I owe the pleasure?

I mean ... I mean, not...
my pleasure.

I-I mean, everyone's pleased,
I'm sure.

He's not. Um... but...

Hola.

Hi.
Mm-kay.

As you all know, I've been on
loan to the D.E.A. task force.

We've been working
a series of robberies

along the Massachusetts border.
Small crew hitting

small town, mom-and-pop
medical marijuana operations.

Makes sense. Small towns,
small police departments.

They don't have the personnel
to handle that kind of operation.

You think your crew hit the Pot Palace?

Possibly. Two masked man enter
near closing time

when there were no customers,

grabbing the cash
and the marijuana on display.

Our guys were in and out in 35 seconds.

- Can we tie Teddy White to these crimes?
- Not yet.

This is where we thought they
would hit next. Nina?

A small dispensary in Wellesley,
right off Route 9.

D.E.A.'s already set up on the place.

You guys want in?

Dude, what if I smoke this
all up and I don't like it?

Is there, like, some kind
of refund policy?

Sure is, dude.
Just return the smoke in this jar,

and we'll totally give you a refund.

That's really cool, dude.

- Far out, right?
- Yeah!

- Yeah, right on, man.
- Whoo!

Note to self ... I hate retail.

You look tired.

Well, sitting in a car
watching nothing is boring.

You know, I heard about
what happened.

- How you doing?
- I'm all right. I'm just tired.

I've been sleeping
on Maura's couch,

trying to keep an eye on things.

Wouldn't surveillance cameras be easier?

Yes, but there's a hacker involved,

and I'm worried about him
stealing the signal, so...

You talking to anyone?

- You can't be serious.
- Hey, why not?

After that incident in Dorchester,
I saw a therapist for a few months.

I was having pretty bad dreams.

- I know. I remember.
- So?

All right.

In my dream, I chase a killer
into a-a crowd of people.

But I can't see any faces.

I-I can't see who's good
or who's bad,

and I just keep spinning.

And I just keep circling, and...

and then, I-I don't see
the knife until it's too late.

- And then I wake up.
- What do you think it means?

In the dream, if...
I just had a little more time...

You know? Like, I-I could see
his face. I could catch him.

But he's always just out of reach.

- It's...
- Maybe you need to let someone

else carry the ball for a while.

My family is in danger.

You know this guy isn't gonna stop.

Then I guess you're gonna
have to find him.

Get ready. They're here.

Boston police.
Drop it or die.

Your partner's dead.

What the hell?
When did that happen?

The night you hit the Pot Palace.

Wanna explain
the gun in your waistband?

I found that. I didn't want
some kid to pick it up.

You're a nice guy, helping out
the community like that.

That's why I gave my friend
a ride to the store.

Do you know just being a lookout
is felony murder?

- Do you know that?
- Life in prison, no parole.

Look... I don't know what
happened, okay, in that store,

but I-I-I-I didn't hurt anybody.

I'm a thief. A thief.
Not a killer, all right?

You tell us what happened
inside of Pot Palace.

We talk to the D.A., maybe
they knock it down to accessory.

I wasn't in the Pot Palace.
I've never been there.

Where were you last night
around midnight?

In Brockton, at the Motel 24 with Todd.

Brockton. This little place
called, uh, uh, 24 Motel.

Uh, Wally and I,
we were there all night.

We ordered some pizza, had
a little party with some girls.

- What are their names?
- Jasmine and, um...

Ah. Cinnamon.

Yeah, Cinnamon.
Cinnamon.

- Hey.
- Mm-hmm?

- You okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I just need to get some sleep.

For, like, a week or two.

You should let me
take Ma home tonight.

All right, spill the beans.
What's going on?

She's been taking
our mother home every night

- after her shift.
- Well, no wonder you're so tired.

You can't burn your candle
at both ends like that.

- That's what I told her.
- Do you have any useful information,

or are you just trolling
the halls, causing problems?

Wally Johnson and Todd Davis'
phone records.

They were in the area of all
of the out-of-state robberies.

- But not the Pot Palace?
- I went to Brockton this morning.

Wally and Todd checked
into the Motel 24

the night of the robbery,
left the next morning.

Pizza delivery guy I.D.'d
'em from their photos.

So the Pot Palace wasn't them.

Lieutenant Martinez left
this for you at the front desk.

Thank you.

- Hey, baby.
- Hi, Ma.

What's that?

Wireless cameras.
Paid for by the D.E.A.

Don't touch.

N.S.A. crypto technology
prevents anyone

from intercepting the signal.

Oh. Does that mean you're
gonna start sleeping?

Or are you going to watch
cameras all night long?

When I'm not watching,
someone else will.

- Who?
- What?

Jane, this has got to stop.

You are not responsible
for me or Maura.

Okay, this is about someone
who is trying to hurt,

potentially kill,
the people that I love.

Someone that I'm in charge
of finding. Okay?

But for all we know,
whoever was behind this

could've been scared off
when Joe Harris died.

What if he wasn't?

As requested, a random sampling
of product from the Pot Palace.

- For investigatory purposes only.
- I never doubted it.

You say this has to do
with some inconsistency?

Well, the government-sanctioned
suppliers are required by law

to maintain a specific level
of T.H.C. in all their products.

Yet, the bloody brownie
I was testing for D.N.A.

had a significantly higher level
of T.H.C. than allowed.

Meaning what?

Otis was selling non-sanctioned
products in his store?

Well, the discrepancy could be
an aberration

in the manufacturing process.
I'll know for sure

once I test the T.H.C. levels
in these samples.

When you say "test,"
uh, exactly how do you do that?

Well, we do burn it
in a controlled environment

with proper ventilation.
It's all very scientific, I promise.

Anything new on Wally and Todd?

Well, no,
we have found no connection

between Wally and Todd
and Teddy White.

- Maybe it's a copycat.
- Yeah.

But how does a two-bit loser

who can barely plan
a subway ride know how

to disable a security camera
with a laser pointer?

Did we find any connection
between Teddy White

and the employees at the store?

Not yet, but Nina's still working on it.

We gotta find an accomplice.

Hey, Maura, what's up?

No, I do not have
Prince Albert in a can.

Yes, my refrigerator is running.

Where are you?
Are you in the lab?

Y-You know, if you could just
stop with the laughing, I...

Why can you not trust atoms?

Because they make up everything.

You've got the fan
pushing the smoke in.

- You wired the fan wrong.
- You wired the fan bong!

You know, just interesting fact ...

that might be the
biggest bong in history.

Okay. Let's go.

Get up!
Get up, get up.

Get up! Get up!

Get out! Get out!

- Oh!
- I'm over here.

Oh?

The tests that I've been
running on the edibles...

- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, I'm so hungry!

Oh, yeah.

- What are you doing?
- Looking for corn curls.

- In my hair?
- Yeah.

Corn curls in your curls!

Maura... focus.

- Okay?
- Okay.

- Tell me about...
- Hmm.

the tests on the edibles.

- On the edibles.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, yeah!

Some of Otis' brownies

did not come from
his government supplier.

Shh.

He was gettin' some
M.J. from the street.

- Word.
- I can't. Just...

Oh, you know, I have never
told you this before...

- Oh, God.
- But I love glazed doughnuts.

Okay! I'll...

I will get you some.

- Oh, hey, hey, hey.
- Shh! Shh! Shh!

Nina, can you send
the phone records

from Otis and the Pot Palace
over to Martinez, please?

Thanks so much! Bye!

Do you know what a scientist
plants in his garden?

No.

A chemistree!

- So how's the 420 gang doing?
- Fine,

once I got 'em six bags
of chips and some fresh air.

Okay, so it's pretty obvious
from Maura's report

that Otis is supplementing
his brownie inventory.

It's a good plan. Sell your
own home-baked brownies,

cut the government out of it,
pocket a bunch of tax-free cash.

Yeah, all he'd need is
a street dealer.

And for someone who sells
legal marijuana for a living,

how hard could that be to find?

If Otis was stupid enough
to burn someone in a deal,

it wouldn't surprise me
if that robbery was staged.

Otis is killed, the dispute is resolved,

and it doesn't kick back on the dealer.

I sent the Pot Palace phone records

to Martinez and the D.E.A.
like you asked.

He cross-referenced them

against their database
of suspected dealers.

They got a hit.

I have never seen an operation
this big in Boston.

Say thanks to the modern marvel
of advanced hydroponics.

You're mixing up the Sativa
and the Indica with the hybrids.

- Who's in charge here?
- We are.

All right, well, you ...

can you tell me
what the hell is going on here?

Because you're taking, like,
all of my product.

Well, it's illegal to grow
and sell marijuana.

Not anymore. It's legal in
the State of Massachusetts.

If you have a grower's permit.

Do you have yours handy, Charlie?

No, I ... look, I got a friend.
He was gonna get it to me.

Okay, you know what? No one
cares about your weed, all right?

You can discuss that with the D.E.A.

- All I care about is murder.
- Murder?

Was the robbery at the Pot Palace
a setup to kill Otis Reynolds?

Wait, wait.
What are you talking about?

You killing Otis Reynolds
because he stiffed you on a deal.

God, no. If somebody
stiffed me, I just ...

- I-I wouldn't sell to them again.
- Well, that's big of you.

Hey, look around, I've got
plenty of product to cover a loss.

It's not like I'm gonna
kill somebody over it.

You sure of that?

Look at me, bro. I mean,
do I look like Pablo Escobar?

I mean...

anyway, it's not ...
not the way it was with Otis.

He was ...
he was a solid customer.

- When's the last time you saw him?
- 15 years ago?

Otis and I did
a little business together

when we were in college.

And then, you know, we drifted apart.

But he called me, like, five months ago.

- How did he get your number?
- This is the house I grew up in.

And so, like,
the number's not changed.

And Otis called 'cause

he wanted to do some business
together again.

But he didn't want to meet
face-to-face,

so he just left the money
at the drop-off,

and I dropped off, you know,
the package. Legally.

- I'm gonna look around.
- Yeah.

Can we trust you with this?

Considering my body weight

and the fact that I am not
a regular marijuana smoker,

I do believe that the effects

of the inhalation event have passed.

And given my lack of a genetic
predisposition to addiction,

I don't have any overwhelming desire

- to smoke marijuana again.
- Mmm.

But I'm not so sure about Kent.

He did seem to enjoy the effects.

Oh, yeah. No, you are
the picture of decorum.

Okay, can you test that, please,
and see if that's the same

marijuana that we found
in the illegal brownies?

Well, if I can extract plant D.N.A.

from the illegal brownies,
then I can compare the two.

If not, all I can test is
the same T.H.C. levels.

And that won't prove conclusively
that the samples are the same.

- Mm-hmm.
- Angela told me about the cameras.

Yeah?

I don't want them in my house.
I don't want to be watched.

Okay, Maura, the cameras aren't ...

Jane, stop worrying about us.
It's unhealthy.

Is it as unhealthy as... being kidnapped?

Or killed?

My therapist showed me something.
It might help you.

Oh, I can hardly wait.

The glass is life.

The rocks are the bad things
that happen.

It looks like there's no
room left in the glass, but...

the water
is the good things in life.

And you ... we... need to
focus on the good things.

What if somebody takes your glass?

Is it a bad thing that
I'm being security-conscious

after everything that's happened?

Maura and your mother
aren't cops, Jane.

They don't think they way we do.
It's just the way it is.

- Oh, speaking of your mother...
- What?

Did she ask you to
say something to me? What?

No, no, no, not at all.

I was just gonna say
I'm at the robber most nights.

- I can give Angela a ride home.
- She didn't put you up to this?

On my dogs. It's just my way
of watching your back.

Thank you.
Listen, when you drop her off,

you just gonna take a look around ...

- I got your back.
- O-kay.

Got the list of everything
Charlie Douglas sold to Otis.

From what he bought,
Otis could've baked enough

pot brownies to net at
least $250,000 tax-free.

Did you find an extra 250 grand
in the Pot Palace safe?

Nope, all the money in the safe
balanced with the business receipts.

But the records do show
a drop in sales

- if they're legit brownies.
- Which is what we'd expect

if Otis was pushing his product
instead of the government's.

Well, Otis owned one of only
six dispensaries in Boston.

That's worth millions of dollars
even after he paid taxes.

Yeah, so why do something
that would cost you your license

- or end you up in jail?
- Is it possible that Otis

wasn't the one
goosing the inventory?

I mean, Charlie said that
he hadn't seen him in years.

And Otis wouldn't meet with him
face-to-face this time.

You thinking an employee
pretending to be Otis

picked up some brownies

and sold 'em at the Pot Palace
on his own?

Maybe Otis found out,
was gonna turn them in.

That's certainly motive
to want him dead.

- Anything yet?
- No, nothing we don't already know.

Otis did a great job
running background checks

on these people before he hired them.

Thank you.

It looks like all of
the employees are clean.

No new purchases,
no investment accounts.

Jane told us to run checks
on all the employees, right?

She did.

Well, the wife, Christine,
is also a part-time employee.

Christine Reynolds had one credit
card, but it's been paid off.

Account's been closed since
the Pot Palace opened.

Looks like they pay cash
for everything now.

What was Christine's maiden name?

- Johnson.
- Okay.

There it is, at the same bank.

A holiday account
for a Christine Johnson.

The account also comes with
a free safe deposit box.

$240,000.

Uniforms picked Christine up
at her house.

They're bringing her in.

So she was sneaking in
the illegal brownies

and selling 'em right under
her husband's nose.

It appears so.

Why would she steal
from her husband?

Maybe she was leaving him.

Even though his name was
the only one on the license,

wouldn't she still have a stake
in the profits

- if they got divorced?
- In an ongoing business,

her stake would be
less than half, if that.

Best she could hope for
is a decent alimony settlement.

But in an all-cash business,
Otis could play with the books,

cut her out of thousands of dollars.

She didn't come up with this
on her own.

Someone pretended to be Otis

when they were talking
to Charlie. And this..

this is her protection
against Otis being pissed

because she wasn't just
leaving him,

- she was having an affair.
- We didn't find a burner phone

when we searched her house
and her car.

No e-mails or love letters
on her computer.

Most of the calls from her cell phone

were to and from the Pot Palace.

And there's no connection
between Christine

and Teddy White or any of
his known associates.

We don't even know whether
it was a robbery

or an attempt to kill Otis.

Let's ask her.

Did Otis know
you were stealing from him?

Is that why you staged the robbery?

Or did he find out about
the affair you were having?

The two of you decided to kill Otis

so you could start a
new life, didn't you?

I would never hurt Otis.

I may not love him anymore,
but I would never hurt him!

Oh, sure you would,
especially if you found out

that he was trying to cut you out
of your share of the store.

The store was Otis's dream, not mine.
I don't want part of the store.

- You expect us to believe that?
- It's the truth!

Then why were you stealing from him?

The money...
was just to get away,

- start a new life.
- With who?

Yeah, and run the employee records
against the schedule, okay?

Thanks.

- What's up?
- Uh, so, just wanna let you know

that we've tied Johnson and Davis to
all the other dispensary robberies.

- But not the Pot Palace?
- No.

So you haven't helped me at all
with my murder investigation.

- You sleeping any better?
- Mm, no.

But thanks for asking.
Oh. Hey.

Maura's allergic to surveillance.

My money's on you, Jane.

Call me if you're up
in the middle of the night.

Especially if you're
up in the middle of the night.

I'm not gonna do that.

I wish you would.

You're the best, kiddo.

Thanks.

- What'd you find?
- I ran the schedules

of the employees,
and you were right.

Christine didn't need
to call her boyfriend

'cause she saw him all the time.

Her schedule overlaps a lot
with Jeff Collins, the guard.

Most of their days off match.

And the number of calls
from the Pot Palace

to the Reynolds' home were higher

when Otis was working
than when he wasn't.

They also correspond to the days
that Collins was working.

How much you wanna bet
he was calling her

- right under Otis' nose?
- And...

- Yes? Something else?!
- Mm-hmm.

I couldn't find a connection
between Christine and

Teddy White, so I took
another look at Jeff Collins.

Right here.

They went to the same gym.

Where's Jane?

Uh, she's a little tied up,
asked me to get the results.

Oh.

Well, uh, there is a significant
quantity of gunshot residue

on the inside of the right
and left sleeves.

Is the gunpowder the same?

The G.S.R. on both sleeves
has the same chemical signature

as the gunpowder from
Teddy White's weapon.

Yeah, same as when I ran the first test.

If he held a gun like this,
shot himself, that would

explain how gunshot residue
got on both sleeves, right?

Yes, or he could've been
involved in a scuffle

with Teddy White,
like he said he was.

Jane thinks Jeff Collins shot himself.

Staged the whole thing
to look like a hero,

take the suspicion off himself.

Well, I know you don't want
to hear this,

but there is no science
to confirm that theory.

The only thing I want to
confirm right now is whether

or not Christine knew that
Collins was gonna shoot Otis.

Your boyfriend Jeff
shot and killed Teddy White,

- and he shot your husband in the head.
- I don't believe you.

You're just trying to
blame him for the robbery

because you can't solve it!

You were in the hospital room

when Jeff said he didn't know
Teddy White, remember?

- Jeff would never...
- Think about it.

He was obsessed
with how much money

Otis was making
at the dispensary, wasn't he?

And it was his idea
to sell the brownies, wasn't it?

And he's the one who called
Charlie Douglas

pretending to be Otis, wasn't he?

Did he tell you how screwed
you were gonna get?

Did he tell you how Otis would
end up with the entire store,

and you'd get stiffed on the alimony?

- Did he tell you any of that?
- No, no.

Jeff would never hurt Otis!

Okay.

She just can't accept
that Jeff set this all up.

- You think she was in on it?
- I think she loves Jeff,

but I don't think she'd be in
on a plan to kill Otis.

Okay, thanks.

Jeff Collins was released
from the hospital this morning.

I have a unit standing by Otis's room.

I checked.
Collins has three handguns

and two rifles registered to him.

Might not be the kind of guy
to take our suspicions lying down.

I know that you don't wanna believe

that your boyfriend
shot and killed your husband.

He wouldn't.

Okay, well, help me prove that.

Call Jeff and tell him that Otis
is gonna make a full recovery.

We moved him, Jeff,
put the rifle down.

Do it the easy way.
Put the gun down.

- I can't believe she set me up.
- Christine didn't set you up.

She just couldn't believe
you're a murderer.

Tell Christine I'm sorry.

I've never used one of these
things before. This is great!

- I mean, is he all right?
- Yeah, he's all right.

I swear, Jane, this is
the last time I'm gonna show up

unless you have something to say.

You said that last time.

I'm afraid.

Now we're gettin' somewhere.

I'm sorry I took your rocks.

They weren't really my rocks.

They belong to the Commonwealth
of Massachusetts.

Mmm. I gave them to
Korsak for his turtles.

- He is so busted.
- I still have the glass.

I shouldn't have played
amateur psychiatrist.

- It was wrong of me.
- It was fine.

I'm only watching you two

because I'm afraid that
I can't catch this guy.

I mean, he's been ahead of me
every step of the way.

What if I'm just not
good enough to catch him?

But what if you are?