Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 6, Episode 16 - East Meets West - full transcript
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Maura.
- That's your second cup of coffee.
- Third.
- I was up late last night.
- Working or dating?
Working ... on a poem
for my writing class.
- Mm. That sounds like fun.
- Well, it isn't.
I'm really struggling
with this assignment.
Well, just keep it simple ...
you know, "there once was
a man from nantucket."
Why are you taking
a poetry class?
Just trying to get my mind
off the kidnapping and
focus on something positive.
And it's making you sick.
But don't worry.
I have the perfect home remedy!
Oh, no, Ma, come on.
Not the orange garlic nonsense.
It's not nonsense if it works.
The last time she did this
to Frankie,
his face blew up
like the elephant man.
Okay, that's true, but that's
because I didn't know
you were supposed to remove
the garlic from the orange peel.
Yes, who would've thought
sticking garlic in your ear
would cause a stinky,
nasty reaction?
All right, put this in your ear,
and I promise you your sinuses
will be clear by lunchtime.
Yeah, and I promise your
hearing's gonna suck all morning.
Ooh. God bless you.
Ugh. Thank you.
Well, as long as it makes me
feel better.
- Rizzoli.
- Dr. Isles. Hello?
- Hello?
- Maura.
Your ear.
6x16 - "East Meets West"
You don't have to use my mother's
crazy home remedies just to be nice.
- What is a lazy-bone melody?
- Never mind.
Who's been eating
an Italian fruit smoothie?
It's my mother's orange-garlic
"sinus remedy."
She has a cure for everything.
Mm-hmm.
What do we have?
Gunfight.
One dead.
- Witnesses?
- Sure. Nobody's talking.
You know the drill.
It's an ethnic neighborhood.
Nobody trusts the cops.
What is it, a drive-by?
More like gunfight
at the O.K. Corral.
We got 5 .45 casings.
They match the weapon found
in the victim's hand.
Yeah, a .22 here, so, okay,
we got one on the sidewalk,
one on the street.
This one wasn't much luckier.
Oh, so our killer was hit, too.
I put out a BOLO to all
the hospital emergency rooms
to report anybody coming in
with a gunshot wound.
Okay.
Looks like he went this way.
You're right.
Uh, the cashier at the corner
store didn't see anything,
but I checked
the security camera,
and it captures
a young white guy
with a gun
running over that way.
- And the time matches.
- We'll get that video to Nina.
Maybe she can pull a clear shot
of the guy's face.
Yeah.
Let's get a photo of the victim
over to the gang unit,
see if he's got any connections
to organized crime.
Yep.
- That's a big boy.
- What's that?
What can you tell us?
Oh, our victim seems to have
been brought down
by a small-caliber bullet.
Had to be a perfect shot
to drop such a big guy.
"The bigger they are,
the harder they fall."
Do you have an
official cause of death?!
- Why are you yelling?!
- Because you put fruit in your ears!
The orange peel is gone,
and my sinuses are cleared.
Congratulation...
Really? Seriously?
That craziness worked.
- Like a wonder drug.
- All right.
So, our victim was killed
by a single .22-caliber
gunshot wound to the heart.
Shotspotter said that his .45
fired the first 2 shots.
So the victim was the aggressor.
It appears that the other guy
was reacting in self-defense,
but, you know, who knows
what happened before they
started shooting at each other
in the middle of the street?
Are you any closer to I.D.'ing him?
No. We ran his prints through
AFIS and didn't get a hit.
And what about the victim's gun?
Stolen from a gun store
in Southie six months ago.
Did you find anything that could
tell us where he came from?
Well, I've gone through
his clothes,
but there is nothing distinctive
or unusual.
What about his boots?
His boots ... we found dirt, oil,
gum,
bird droppings,
and tomato sauce with sugar ...
possibly pizza ...
- on the soles.
- Well, that's fantastic.
He could be from any
neighborhood in Boston.
I did remove
a small piece of metal
with a plastic coating
from the boot.
We'll run some tests and see
if we can determine its origin.
All right. Well, anything
you can find will help
'cause, so far, all we have
are two John Does
shooting at each other.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Nina pulled a good image
- of the shooter's face
from the security video. - Yeah?
- Yeah. - Uniforms showing it
to the neighborhood?
And they just found someone
who thinks the shooter
lives in a nearby building
with his mother.
- With his mother?
- I know, right?
Just the thought
gives you the willies.
What?!
We're from BPD. We'd like
to ask you a few questions.
I'm working here.
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Listen, we're not interested
in your business.
Yeah, 'cause my business
is my business ...
none of your business.
Okay, uh, do you recognize him?
No.
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Yeah, we don't know him.
Um, look, I'm doing massage here.
He needs to relax so I can make
money, you understand?
Uh, people say that he's your son.
I don't have son, okay?
I've answered your questions.
Unless you want to pay
for his massage,
no more questions.
Maybe we should discuss this
down at the station,
where there are fewer distractions.
And maybe you should talk
to my ass!
I don't like having a door
slammed in my face.
She is hiding something.
- She was working.
- On a naked man.
I tell you, if we could get a warrant,
- I'd be back there right now.
- I don't know.
Under different circumstances,
I might like her.
Maybe we should look
at your judgment.
Maybe you should talk to my ass.
Okay, what do we got
on our masseuse?
Her full name is Katrin Ulmanis.
She's 46 years old.
She came to the U.S. from Latvia
when she was 21,
got her citizenship,
and then hit a rough patch.
What's her family background?
There's no record
of her ever being married
or having any children.
So the shooter is not her son.
No, she wasn't lying about that.
Uh, but she had several arrests
for prostitution and petty theft,
and in the late '90s,
she did a short prison stint.
She been in any trouble lately?
Nope. Her record's been clean
for the last 15 years.
Did Vice ever investigate
her massage business?
She's a licensed massage therapist
with a five-star rating on Yelp.
"Katrin has just what you want ...
firm hands and soft towels."
Well, what more can you ask for?
Okay, what about our victim's photo?
Did the gang unit respond to it?
Uh, they've never seen the guy.
I just sent over the
image of our shooter.
Maura's got something.
I noticed an unusual node
on the victim's thyroid.
We tested it and found high levels
of radioactive iodine present.
- Okay.
- An analysis revealed radioisotope I-29,
which is a by-product
of nuclear fission
and has no medical purpose
like I-123,
- I-124, I-131 ...
- Maura.
Okay.
It is a kind of radioisotope
that was common after Chernobyl.
I just checked with Eurodep,
which has nothing to do
with Johnny Depp.
European Radiological
Data Exchange Platform.
They monitor nuclear accidents.
There was a radiation spike
in Baldone, Latvia, in 2014.
Now, although nothing
was officially reported,
scientists do believe that it
was a nuclear-reactor accident.
So it's possible that he was
from Baldone, Latvia?
- Yes.
- Yes.
Great! Okay.
I will get his fingerprints
to Korsak,
who will send them to Interpol,
and then we will check...
- You okay?
- Mm. Yes, I'm just a... a little tired.
- Yeah, you do look exhausted.
- Oh.
Maybe you should go home and rest.
I've got too much to do.
Kent. Didn't we talk
about personal space
and professional behavior?
Yes, and I'm just
taking your temperature.
And you have a fever.
Ibuprofen?
Allergic. I really don't
have time to be sick, anyway.
You know,
I have so much work to do
and a writing assignment on top of it.
Yeah, you do have a fever,
but it doesn't have to hold you
back for very long.
- You know what the Bedouins say.
- It's a dry heat?
N-No.
"Have a fever, light a fire."
- What does that mean?
- Ah.
Now, how would you like
to try something
that you've never tried before?
Now, it's strictly professional...
but very hot.
So, how are things
with the gang unit?
I think we got something
you're gonna like.
Oh, did you recognize our shooter?
Yeah, kid was hanging around
with the Quint Street Boys.
Can you I.D. him?
Well, right now we just have
a nickname for him here.
He goes by "Little Nicky"
on the street.
- Yeah.
- Looks like he got involved
with the gang earlier in the year.
Then, a couple of months ago,
he had a falling-out with them,
and he disappeared.
We figured he either fled
or he was dead.
Well, what was
the falling-out about?
I don't know.
Could've made a grab for power,
insulted somebody's girlfriend,
or took the last stick of gum.
Yeah, usual crap.
All right, I'm gonna need photos
and background files
on all the gang leaders.
- Yeah, no problem.
- Great.
Agris Vilks, boss of
the Quint Street Boys.
- Nice scar.
- Oh, they're ruthless.
Into the usual things ...
drugs, prostitution, gambling.
But they've done a good job
laundering their money
through legit businesses
like junkyards,
- construction, auto-repair shops.
- Anything blue-collar.
Yeah. They like to fit in
and fly under the radar.
Interpol got a hit on the
victim's fingerprints in Latvia.
His name is Egon Kronis.
They believe he's a hit man
for the Latvian mob.
So Nicky has a fallout
with the gang,
and they bring in a pro
from Latvia to take him out?
- They wanted the kid dead real bad.
- And they wanted it done right.
When Frankie told me about Nicky,
I dug a little deeper into
Katrin's background in Latvia.
She had a sister there who
passed away about a year ago,
and she had a son named
Nicholas Bartulis.
- That's little Nicky.
- Yep, and he entered the country
on a tourist visa about a year ago.
So Katrin didn't have her son
living with her.
It was her nephew.
And if Nicky's hurt and all of
his friends are after him,
there's only one place
that he would turn for help.
Good old Aunt Katrin.
No, we have uniforms all over
that neighborhood.
No one's seen Nicky.
- Okay, pull 'em off.
- Why?
Because we want Nicky to think
it's finally safe to go back
to Katrin's place.
Yeah, and I want to be there
for that happy reunion.
I'm gonna take a little walk,
make sure none of
our Quint Street pals
are waiting around for Nicky.
Last thing we need is another
shootout in the streets.
Okay.
Hey.
Is anyone letting you use their
apartment to watch the alley?
I've had three nos,
two doors slammed in my face,
and a place with so many cats
it looked like an animal shelter
on steroids.
Well, at least there's no spiders.
Really?
You had to mention spiders?
I'm not done yet.
Uh, uh, Detective Rizzoli,
Boston P.D.
- I didn't do anything wrong.
- I didn't say you did.
In fact, I bet you never do
anything wrong.
Real smooth. That work
for you with other women?
No...
I don't know why I said that.
- I'm not that guy.
- So who are you?
Just a cop that really needs
some help?
Hmm.
Streets are clear. Only one
sitting on this building is us.
Well, did you search all of Boston?
You've been gone for an hour.
I had to find a restroom.
Stakeouts are hard on old guys.
- Ohh, here we go.
- No, I'm not retiring.
No, but you're thinking about it.
- Well, you got to plan for the future.
- I plan!
My plan is to stop your
plan of retiring.
So, Frankie, what's going on?
What are you looking for?
Well, all I can really tell you
is that I have to watch
that alleyway.
Oh.
Listen, if there's anything
you need to do,
just... pretend
like I'm not here.
Why would I want to do that?
Well, I just don't want
to get in your way.
You're not.
So, you can't talk about your case.
Can you talk about yourself?
- Okay, weirdest traffic stop ever.
- Oh. That's easy.
I was patrolling
the university district
- right after the bars closed.
- Mm.
Me and my partner see this car.
It's driving real slow
and weaving in and out of its lane and...
I need a plate check ...
13 November Fred 68.
Thanks. Okay. Carful of
drunk fraternity kids ...
that doesn't sound that bad.
Yeah, well,
that's what I thought.
So we pull the car over,
and sure enough,
it's filled with hammered
frat boys.
But it's not a drunk-driving stop,
because the driver
isn't drunk ... he's blind.
Well, what did you do?!
Well, I yanked
the one frat boy out
who could still put together
a sentence, and he said, "well,
we knew we were too drunk
to drive, officer,
but we didn't really know
how we were gonna get back
to the animal house."
Then they spot this old
blind guy at a bus stop.
They pay him to drive them back
while they direct him
which way to go.
- No.
- They thought, "well, you know,
we'll get back safe, and we'll
have a great story to tell."
What they didn't count on was that
story would end in a jail cell.
How have I not heard this one?
Oh, I've still got a few gems
in the old trunk.
I'm gonna miss this when it's over.
Me too, kid. Me too.
Hi. How you doing?
In a word ... feverish.
Is this another one of
my mother's crazy cures?
- No, it's Kent's Bedouin remedy.
- Oh, even better.
We've identified the scrap
of metal that I found in
the victim's boot, and it's
definitely from a car part.
- Uh, we're working to I.D. a model.
- Okay, good.
If we can find Nicky
and get him to help us,
then we're gonna need
the physical evidence
to tie the hit man
to the mob boss.
All right.
We'll stay on it.
Okay, thanks.
And... good luck with the Bedouins.
Ugh. Okay.
So, where are we
with the piece of metal
that I pulled from
the victim's boot?
It's in the gas-chromatography
machine.
We should have the results back
in about half an hour.
- Can you please get my notebook for me?
- Uh-huh.
And what kind of creative
writing are we doing?
Ohh, this week's assignment
is writing a poem
- titled "The opposite of me."
- Sounds interesting.
It might be if I understood
what the professor wanted.
But he's being purposefully vague.
Well, maybe he's being vague
'cause he wants you to think
about the title creatively.
You see, that's the beautiful
thing about poetry ...
it's not contained by any
traditional form or structure.
But I love structure.
Yeah, then this is the perfect
assignment for you.
It's gonna make you think
outside the box.
Maybe it would be easier
if I felt better.
Well, don't you worry. I'll take
care of everything in the lab.
All you have to do
is lie back under the covers,
open your pores, relax your mind,
- and let your imagination flow.
- Mm.
- Enjoy.
- Okay.
- All right, what are you doing there?
- Just sketching you.
- Really? Can I see it?
- No.
- It's not done yet.
- Ah.
Anyone ever tell you that you
look like montgomery Clift?
- No. Who's Montgomery Clift?
- A movie star from the '50s.
- I don't really watch old movies.
- I love old movies.
And I love Montgomery Clift.
He was so handsome.
- What do you like to do for fun?
- I love the Red Sox.
I don't know much
about baseball.
You can't live in this town
and not love The Sox.
So tell me about them.
- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
Okay, the story begins
december 26, 1919.
That's when the Red Sox
traded Babe Ruth to the Yankees.
Maura said that
she would move to Maine
- and write mystery novels.
- You are avoiding the question.
- I'm asking where you see yourself.
- I don't know.
Probably right here
doing the same thing,
just with a different partner.
- What about a family?
- I couldn't give up being a cop,
and I never figured out
how to have both, so...
- Job takes a toll.
- But I wouldn't change a thing.
I love being a cop.
Find a job you love, you
never work a day in your life.
- And they pay us!
- Can you believe it?
What'd you get
on that piece of metal?
I think it's a scrap from
the interior of an automobile.
The plastic is consistent with a
wide variety of domestic vehicles.
- Well, that's not enough.
- There was also a speck of road tar.
There had to have been more
trace evidence.
Well, why are you pushing me?
Because you want me to.
Look, I-I-I ran it under
an electron microscope.
I-I bathed it in acid
and rinsed it in saline.
- What about the mass spectrometer?
- Nothing!
It's a jagged piece of metal
that was violently ripped
from a vehicle.
So, according to Newton's
third law of motion,
there had to be something
transferred to the scrap
- that will reveal where it came from.
- You sound like me.
I am you.
Think, Maura.
With that kind of impact,
How can there be nothing
left behind
on our little piece of metal?
It was stuck to the bottom
of a boot
and dragged all over the city.
Whatever material was there
was rubbed clean
simply by walking on it.
You know what I admire most about you?
You never give up.
- Oh, my gosh. What are those?
- My boots.
Do we need to follow up with...
Why are you staring at me
like that?
Your boots.
You're one to talk.
Nooo!
The boots.
Hey.
How you feeling this morning?
Except for a crazy dream last night,
I am back to my old self.
Well, that's good news.
- So, how you holding up out there?
- Uh, okay, I guess.
I don't know.
Vince and I were talking
about him retiring one day,
and it just got me thinking.
I don't know.
You think your life's
never gonna change,
and then one day it just does.
- Well, it's the nature of things.
- Yeah.
And then I realized that,
one day,
you're gonna tell me
that you're gonna move
to some podunk town in Maine
and write novels.
Well, I hope I get to tell you
that one day.
- Well, I'll miss you.
- No, you won't.
You won't have a chance
because I'm either taking
you with me or you're
going to visit all the time.
Okay, but can you make sure
you get a place with a basketball court?
Jane.
I got to go, Maura.
Hey. Psst! Wake up.
Look at this.
- Where's she going so early?
- Well, hopefully,
if we're lucky,
she's gonna lead us to Nicky.
Okay.
I want to keep eyes on her.
Korsak.
She's not in here.
Shit!
- Ah. You look chipper.
- Yes!
I had a wild dream last night
that was so vivid,
but I woke up feeling refreshed.
Ah, fever dreams and hallucinations
are common side effects.
Well, this side effect
may have helped the case.
I do hope that you're not
still hallucinating,
as you seem to be performing
an autopsy on... well... a boot.
- Can you hand me a swab?
- I already swabbed the sole,
but didn't find anything unusual.
- Yes, but did you look inside the sole?
- No.
I'm looking for
trace particle transfer
from the piece of metal
to the sole,
something that was left behind
in the plastic.
Yeah.
A brown oily substance.
That's why you're the boss.
- Can you run an analysis?
- Absolutely.
Thank you.
I hope your fever dream
was inspiration
for your writing as much
as it was for your work.
Well, let's just say
that I've turned
to the classics for inspiration.
Ah. The classics.
Can't go wrong with the classics.
We've got several patrol cars
in the area. Nobody's seen her.
The shop owner said
that she walked in
and asked where
the bathroom was.
Korsak.
You got an address?
Nice work.
Nina flagged Katrin's accounts.
She just used an ATM card
at a bank three blocks away.
I'll check the ATM.
Yeah, I got the other side.
How can we have missed her?
She was just here.
Yeah.
What? When?
All right, just ...
just sit tight.
It was Frankie.
He said he just saw Katrin
go into her apartment.
How'd she get home so fast?
She must have dumped
the cash card
- to Nicky when we lost her.
- But why here?
There's a bank a block
from her apartment.
Maybe he couldn't get
treatment without any cash.
You think he'd take a hostage?
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You're in a tough spot, Nicky.
We can prove that you shot
and killed Egon Kronis.
No, but you don't understand.
We understand
that you're involved
with the Quint Street Boys.
We have your blood at
the scene, and we have
security video of you
running away with a gun.
That's enough to put you away for life.
Unless... you'd like to talk
about the gang.
We know they wanted you dead.
We know they sent a hit man to do it.
- What we don't know is why.
- Well, how can I trust you?
How can you not?
If you give us real info
on the gang's criminal activity,
we can see to it that you only
do six months
for unlawful possession of a gun.
And we can put you into witness
protection when you get out.
- What about my aunt?
- Her too.
I-I know who orders the murders.
And I know how they get rid
of the bodies.
If you're willing to testify,
we can make a deal.
- I'm Nicky's lawyer.
- I don't have one.
You do now.
I was hired by your Aunt Katrin.
I've got nothing else to say to you.
Testimony like his can take
down the Quint Street Boys.
How do we get him to trust us
once he's lawyered up?
Go to the one person he trusts.
I just got
the preliminary results back
from the particles lifted
from the sole of the boot.
Anything interesting?
Well, there's
a petroleum-based substance ...
possibly hydraulic or brake fluid.
Hmm.
Well, I need to know specifically
what kind of lubricant it is
and where it's used.
I've already started running
another analysis.
"The opposite of me
as far as I can tell
does stir the mind to search
one's world
with passion and strength
from the heart's purest well."
So?
What do you think?
- Well, mathematically, it's perfect.
- I know!
A sonnet, three quatrains,
alternating rhyme,
- and a couplet in iambic pentameter.
- Yes. Yes, exactly!
- And it's dreadful.
- I know.
You're overthinking
the whole thing, Maura.
"This little song,
how can it be
that it can mean so much to me?
What is it then revealing?
It holds a breath of melody,
a touch of gentle harmony,
and the soul of tender feeling."
That's lovely.
- And it's so simple.
- Exactly.
You see, great poets, they write
simply and from the heart.
So you must take your view
in the world
and let your heart write it, Maura.
Hey, Vince.
Can I ask you something... personal?
I guess so.
- You and Kiki seem very different.
- We are.
Did you ever have second thoughts
about her because of that?
- Not once.
- Well, I just met a girl,
and she's very different from me.
- Different how?
- She's an artist...
and a grad student.
Loves old movies.
And she doesn't know anything
about The Sox.
Anybody can learn about baseball.
Do you like her?
- Yeah, I do.
- Then what's wrong with different?
- Different is interesting, exciting.
Yeah?
Yeah.
- You can't walk into my place.
- I just did.
- I have rights.
- Call the cops.
- What do you want?
- Your help.
I'm pretty sure that Nicky acted
in self-defense.
But if he does not cooperate
with us, he's going to jail.
And if the gang wants him dead
on the street,
they will find someone who
will kill him in prison.
- This is all my fault.
- Why do you say that?
'Cause I brought him here
for better life.
Look what happened.
I should've known better.
You cannot make it here
without connections,
- without education.
- You did.
You made a life for yourself
playing by the rules.
I know all about you, Katrin.
I know about your past.
I know about your sister.
I know that you brought Nicky
here to help him,
and you can still do that.
You're just gonna have to trust us.
Tell me about Nicky and the gang.
He came here.
He couldn't find a job.
So he sees all these men
with cars, with money ...
you know ... in the gang,
and he want these things.
So he gets involved with people
who promise to get him money.
So, why do they want to kill him?
He does some stealing for the gang.
And he's good, you know?
He's loyal.
So they want him in the gang.
But he has to prove himself.
So they gave him a gun.
And they told him to kill a man
- and where to dump the body.
- And he couldn't do it.
He's not a killer.
He's not bad like that.
He's made a big mistake.
And there is only one way
out of this.
He has to cooperate with us.
- You gonna help him?
- Yes. I give you my word.
Okay.
I'm gonna talk to him.
Okay. And then the next thing
you got to do,
- you got to call off your lawyer.
- What lawyer?
When?
All right.
Lawyer convinced the
judge that since there were
no witnesses and we didn't
find a murder weapon,
Nicky may have just gotten
caught in the crossfire.
- Bail?
- 100 grand.
We got to get down there
before the gang does.
He's already made bail.
So they're gonna kill him.
Like you said.
No. No, no, no.
We're not gonna let
that happen, okay? Okay?
If Nicky's still alive,
it's only because the gang
wants to know what he told
us before his lawyer got here.
Only question is,
how long can he hold out?
And where they have him.
Please tell me
you've got something.
I came up with all the businesses
and known addresses of
the Latvian crime boss.
And we have
uniforms at all 13 locations...
...but no sign of Nicky.
Hey, Maura.
You're on speaker.
The oily substance
we found in the boot sole
is a type of high-viscosity
hydraulic fluid with
a phosphorous additive.
The additive is significant
because it's only used
as a lubricant in high-pressure
industrial machinery.
Like what?
Give me an example.
Wind turbines, stone cutters,
aircraft hydraulics.
Wait a second.
A scrap of metal from a car,
fluid from
a high-pressure hydraulic ...
what is that, a car crusher?
They're powered
by a hydraulic pump
and piston
under high pressure.
We found one wrecking yard
owned by the crime boss.
Uh, we checked.
There was no one there.
Okay. Thanks, guys.
Okay.
Pull up all the salvage yards
in the North end.
Let me see a list of the
Quint Street Boys gang members.
Look at the owner for
M&G Auto Salvage.
- Mauris Fogel.
- Yep.
Look at the third name
on the Quint Street Boys list.
- Guntis Fogel.
- We got an "M" and a "G."
And we have an address.
Hey! Hey!
Please, let me out!
Please!
I promise, you don't have to do this!
Please!
No! Don't!
Come on!
Hey!
Hey, help!
Hey, help! Please!
Help me!
Hey! Help!
Help me, please!
- Please!
- Okay, okay.
The controls are over there!
Hang on!
Help! No!
I'm stuck!
Hurry! Help!
Nicky! Nicky?
Are you okay?
Yeah, I think I'm okay.
Nicky!
Tough lady's got a soft side.
I know somebody just like her.
- Hi.
- Hey.
Uh, did you forget something?
Uh... yeah.
Yeah, I forgot to ask
if you want to go to
a baseball game with me.
Yes!
Great!
Well, the ... the Sox are
playing the Yankees tonight, so...
I know all about their rivalry...
Going back to the Babe,
the sultan of swing.
The king of swat...
- You were listening.
- To every word.
Oh! Wait.
I... I can't go tonight.
I promised a friend I'd be
at her art-gallery opening.
- All right.
- Uh, would you want to come with me?
Uh... sure.
Yeah, I'd like that.
That'd be different.
How do you feel about
abstract expressionism?
Well, my ...
my feelings are...
abstract and hard to express.
- Hello!
- Hello. What is that?
This is my very own spa water.
Cayenne, lemon, ginger,
mint, and chia seeds.
- Chia seeds as in chia pet?
- Yes, actually.
Wait, so if she drinks
that, is she gonna grow
one of those
huge super-green afros?
No, Jane. There'll be no
growing of green afros.
She'll be sufficiently hydrated
with vitamins,
and the chia seeds will provide
Omega-3 and 6,
- potassium, and antioxidants.
- Hmm.
Not even a little afro?
Oh, no. I hope you
didn't catch that from me.
Oh, it's just my sinuses and
a little scratchy sore throat.
Nope.
First signs of a cold,
I like a good oxtail soup.
I just use a little pepper oil
on my nostrils.
Yeah, well, that's all
very good for your sinuses,
but for a sore throat,
the best thing is actually
snail mucus.
No, seriously.
Snail goo is a most wonderful
natural expectorant.
Thank you very much,
but I'll just use
an onion-juice gargle.
Okay! I ... Really?!
I mean, with the snail goo
and the onion gargle?
Can we just order a pizza, please?
- Yes! A pizza sounds yummy.
- Ugh.
I thought you had a writing class.
Oh, I had to miss it.
I got hung up at work.
Or did you skip it 'cause
little miss head of the class
didn't finish her homework?
Hmm?
Well, you don't get to be
miss head of the class
without finishing all
of your assignments.
So you finally settled
on a theme, did you?
I interpreted "The opposite of me"
as qualities in others that I admire.
Mm. Sounds interesting.
I look forward
to reading it someday.
I've got it right here.
I'm proud of it, actually.
- Out loud, please?
- Oh, yeah?
Yeah. Uh, sure.
Um...
"She travels through the path
of life with purpose
as clear and pure as spring water.
He strength is my refuge
from every impending storm."
Mm-mm. {*trnscr}
- It's about Angela.
- Mmm...
What?!
It's so nice, Maura. Thank you.
- More please!
- Um, yeah...
"His cunning and instincts
are sharper than the fox.
His wisdom, kind and true."
- That's about me.
- Korsak.
Yeah. Of course.
Okay. Come on. Come on!
Find another friend.
Uh... ah.
"She's fierce and frost to defend me,
in my moment of trouble or need.
Her wit and love to sustain me,
and never coming my expense.
And when we part, there's no sadness.
Because our bond is always there
she's not just my friend,
she's a gift,
both precious and rare."
- Maura...
- Sorry, it's about Nina.
- Is not!
- I'm just kidding!
Always funny games till
someone ends up in tears.
Or looking like the older men. Bye.
- Or an apple!
- Oh, dear!
- Yeah! That's wit!
- Oh!
- Angela!
- Ma!
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Maura.
- That's your second cup of coffee.
- Third.
- I was up late last night.
- Working or dating?
Working ... on a poem
for my writing class.
- Mm. That sounds like fun.
- Well, it isn't.
I'm really struggling
with this assignment.
Well, just keep it simple ...
you know, "there once was
a man from nantucket."
Why are you taking
a poetry class?
Just trying to get my mind
off the kidnapping and
focus on something positive.
And it's making you sick.
But don't worry.
I have the perfect home remedy!
Oh, no, Ma, come on.
Not the orange garlic nonsense.
It's not nonsense if it works.
The last time she did this
to Frankie,
his face blew up
like the elephant man.
Okay, that's true, but that's
because I didn't know
you were supposed to remove
the garlic from the orange peel.
Yes, who would've thought
sticking garlic in your ear
would cause a stinky,
nasty reaction?
All right, put this in your ear,
and I promise you your sinuses
will be clear by lunchtime.
Yeah, and I promise your
hearing's gonna suck all morning.
Ooh. God bless you.
Ugh. Thank you.
Well, as long as it makes me
feel better.
- Rizzoli.
- Dr. Isles. Hello?
- Hello?
- Maura.
Your ear.
6x16 - "East Meets West"
You don't have to use my mother's
crazy home remedies just to be nice.
- What is a lazy-bone melody?
- Never mind.
Who's been eating
an Italian fruit smoothie?
It's my mother's orange-garlic
"sinus remedy."
She has a cure for everything.
Mm-hmm.
What do we have?
Gunfight.
One dead.
- Witnesses?
- Sure. Nobody's talking.
You know the drill.
It's an ethnic neighborhood.
Nobody trusts the cops.
What is it, a drive-by?
More like gunfight
at the O.K. Corral.
We got 5 .45 casings.
They match the weapon found
in the victim's hand.
Yeah, a .22 here, so, okay,
we got one on the sidewalk,
one on the street.
This one wasn't much luckier.
Oh, so our killer was hit, too.
I put out a BOLO to all
the hospital emergency rooms
to report anybody coming in
with a gunshot wound.
Okay.
Looks like he went this way.
You're right.
Uh, the cashier at the corner
store didn't see anything,
but I checked
the security camera,
and it captures
a young white guy
with a gun
running over that way.
- And the time matches.
- We'll get that video to Nina.
Maybe she can pull a clear shot
of the guy's face.
Yeah.
Let's get a photo of the victim
over to the gang unit,
see if he's got any connections
to organized crime.
Yep.
- That's a big boy.
- What's that?
What can you tell us?
Oh, our victim seems to have
been brought down
by a small-caliber bullet.
Had to be a perfect shot
to drop such a big guy.
"The bigger they are,
the harder they fall."
Do you have an
official cause of death?!
- Why are you yelling?!
- Because you put fruit in your ears!
The orange peel is gone,
and my sinuses are cleared.
Congratulation...
Really? Seriously?
That craziness worked.
- Like a wonder drug.
- All right.
So, our victim was killed
by a single .22-caliber
gunshot wound to the heart.
Shotspotter said that his .45
fired the first 2 shots.
So the victim was the aggressor.
It appears that the other guy
was reacting in self-defense,
but, you know, who knows
what happened before they
started shooting at each other
in the middle of the street?
Are you any closer to I.D.'ing him?
No. We ran his prints through
AFIS and didn't get a hit.
And what about the victim's gun?
Stolen from a gun store
in Southie six months ago.
Did you find anything that could
tell us where he came from?
Well, I've gone through
his clothes,
but there is nothing distinctive
or unusual.
What about his boots?
His boots ... we found dirt, oil,
gum,
bird droppings,
and tomato sauce with sugar ...
possibly pizza ...
- on the soles.
- Well, that's fantastic.
He could be from any
neighborhood in Boston.
I did remove
a small piece of metal
with a plastic coating
from the boot.
We'll run some tests and see
if we can determine its origin.
All right. Well, anything
you can find will help
'cause, so far, all we have
are two John Does
shooting at each other.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Nina pulled a good image
- of the shooter's face
from the security video. - Yeah?
- Yeah. - Uniforms showing it
to the neighborhood?
And they just found someone
who thinks the shooter
lives in a nearby building
with his mother.
- With his mother?
- I know, right?
Just the thought
gives you the willies.
What?!
We're from BPD. We'd like
to ask you a few questions.
I'm working here.
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Listen, we're not interested
in your business.
Yeah, 'cause my business
is my business ...
none of your business.
Okay, uh, do you recognize him?
No.
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Yeah, we don't know him.
Um, look, I'm doing massage here.
He needs to relax so I can make
money, you understand?
Uh, people say that he's your son.
I don't have son, okay?
I've answered your questions.
Unless you want to pay
for his massage,
no more questions.
Maybe we should discuss this
down at the station,
where there are fewer distractions.
And maybe you should talk
to my ass!
I don't like having a door
slammed in my face.
She is hiding something.
- She was working.
- On a naked man.
I tell you, if we could get a warrant,
- I'd be back there right now.
- I don't know.
Under different circumstances,
I might like her.
Maybe we should look
at your judgment.
Maybe you should talk to my ass.
Okay, what do we got
on our masseuse?
Her full name is Katrin Ulmanis.
She's 46 years old.
She came to the U.S. from Latvia
when she was 21,
got her citizenship,
and then hit a rough patch.
What's her family background?
There's no record
of her ever being married
or having any children.
So the shooter is not her son.
No, she wasn't lying about that.
Uh, but she had several arrests
for prostitution and petty theft,
and in the late '90s,
she did a short prison stint.
She been in any trouble lately?
Nope. Her record's been clean
for the last 15 years.
Did Vice ever investigate
her massage business?
She's a licensed massage therapist
with a five-star rating on Yelp.
"Katrin has just what you want ...
firm hands and soft towels."
Well, what more can you ask for?
Okay, what about our victim's photo?
Did the gang unit respond to it?
Uh, they've never seen the guy.
I just sent over the
image of our shooter.
Maura's got something.
I noticed an unusual node
on the victim's thyroid.
We tested it and found high levels
of radioactive iodine present.
- Okay.
- An analysis revealed radioisotope I-29,
which is a by-product
of nuclear fission
and has no medical purpose
like I-123,
- I-124, I-131 ...
- Maura.
Okay.
It is a kind of radioisotope
that was common after Chernobyl.
I just checked with Eurodep,
which has nothing to do
with Johnny Depp.
European Radiological
Data Exchange Platform.
They monitor nuclear accidents.
There was a radiation spike
in Baldone, Latvia, in 2014.
Now, although nothing
was officially reported,
scientists do believe that it
was a nuclear-reactor accident.
So it's possible that he was
from Baldone, Latvia?
- Yes.
- Yes.
Great! Okay.
I will get his fingerprints
to Korsak,
who will send them to Interpol,
and then we will check...
- You okay?
- Mm. Yes, I'm just a... a little tired.
- Yeah, you do look exhausted.
- Oh.
Maybe you should go home and rest.
I've got too much to do.
Kent. Didn't we talk
about personal space
and professional behavior?
Yes, and I'm just
taking your temperature.
And you have a fever.
Ibuprofen?
Allergic. I really don't
have time to be sick, anyway.
You know,
I have so much work to do
and a writing assignment on top of it.
Yeah, you do have a fever,
but it doesn't have to hold you
back for very long.
- You know what the Bedouins say.
- It's a dry heat?
N-No.
"Have a fever, light a fire."
- What does that mean?
- Ah.
Now, how would you like
to try something
that you've never tried before?
Now, it's strictly professional...
but very hot.
So, how are things
with the gang unit?
I think we got something
you're gonna like.
Oh, did you recognize our shooter?
Yeah, kid was hanging around
with the Quint Street Boys.
Can you I.D. him?
Well, right now we just have
a nickname for him here.
He goes by "Little Nicky"
on the street.
- Yeah.
- Looks like he got involved
with the gang earlier in the year.
Then, a couple of months ago,
he had a falling-out with them,
and he disappeared.
We figured he either fled
or he was dead.
Well, what was
the falling-out about?
I don't know.
Could've made a grab for power,
insulted somebody's girlfriend,
or took the last stick of gum.
Yeah, usual crap.
All right, I'm gonna need photos
and background files
on all the gang leaders.
- Yeah, no problem.
- Great.
Agris Vilks, boss of
the Quint Street Boys.
- Nice scar.
- Oh, they're ruthless.
Into the usual things ...
drugs, prostitution, gambling.
But they've done a good job
laundering their money
through legit businesses
like junkyards,
- construction, auto-repair shops.
- Anything blue-collar.
Yeah. They like to fit in
and fly under the radar.
Interpol got a hit on the
victim's fingerprints in Latvia.
His name is Egon Kronis.
They believe he's a hit man
for the Latvian mob.
So Nicky has a fallout
with the gang,
and they bring in a pro
from Latvia to take him out?
- They wanted the kid dead real bad.
- And they wanted it done right.
When Frankie told me about Nicky,
I dug a little deeper into
Katrin's background in Latvia.
She had a sister there who
passed away about a year ago,
and she had a son named
Nicholas Bartulis.
- That's little Nicky.
- Yep, and he entered the country
on a tourist visa about a year ago.
So Katrin didn't have her son
living with her.
It was her nephew.
And if Nicky's hurt and all of
his friends are after him,
there's only one place
that he would turn for help.
Good old Aunt Katrin.
No, we have uniforms all over
that neighborhood.
No one's seen Nicky.
- Okay, pull 'em off.
- Why?
Because we want Nicky to think
it's finally safe to go back
to Katrin's place.
Yeah, and I want to be there
for that happy reunion.
I'm gonna take a little walk,
make sure none of
our Quint Street pals
are waiting around for Nicky.
Last thing we need is another
shootout in the streets.
Okay.
Hey.
Is anyone letting you use their
apartment to watch the alley?
I've had three nos,
two doors slammed in my face,
and a place with so many cats
it looked like an animal shelter
on steroids.
Well, at least there's no spiders.
Really?
You had to mention spiders?
I'm not done yet.
Uh, uh, Detective Rizzoli,
Boston P.D.
- I didn't do anything wrong.
- I didn't say you did.
In fact, I bet you never do
anything wrong.
Real smooth. That work
for you with other women?
No...
I don't know why I said that.
- I'm not that guy.
- So who are you?
Just a cop that really needs
some help?
Hmm.
Streets are clear. Only one
sitting on this building is us.
Well, did you search all of Boston?
You've been gone for an hour.
I had to find a restroom.
Stakeouts are hard on old guys.
- Ohh, here we go.
- No, I'm not retiring.
No, but you're thinking about it.
- Well, you got to plan for the future.
- I plan!
My plan is to stop your
plan of retiring.
So, Frankie, what's going on?
What are you looking for?
Well, all I can really tell you
is that I have to watch
that alleyway.
Oh.
Listen, if there's anything
you need to do,
just... pretend
like I'm not here.
Why would I want to do that?
Well, I just don't want
to get in your way.
You're not.
So, you can't talk about your case.
Can you talk about yourself?
- Okay, weirdest traffic stop ever.
- Oh. That's easy.
I was patrolling
the university district
- right after the bars closed.
- Mm.
Me and my partner see this car.
It's driving real slow
and weaving in and out of its lane and...
I need a plate check ...
13 November Fred 68.
Thanks. Okay. Carful of
drunk fraternity kids ...
that doesn't sound that bad.
Yeah, well,
that's what I thought.
So we pull the car over,
and sure enough,
it's filled with hammered
frat boys.
But it's not a drunk-driving stop,
because the driver
isn't drunk ... he's blind.
Well, what did you do?!
Well, I yanked
the one frat boy out
who could still put together
a sentence, and he said, "well,
we knew we were too drunk
to drive, officer,
but we didn't really know
how we were gonna get back
to the animal house."
Then they spot this old
blind guy at a bus stop.
They pay him to drive them back
while they direct him
which way to go.
- No.
- They thought, "well, you know,
we'll get back safe, and we'll
have a great story to tell."
What they didn't count on was that
story would end in a jail cell.
How have I not heard this one?
Oh, I've still got a few gems
in the old trunk.
I'm gonna miss this when it's over.
Me too, kid. Me too.
Hi. How you doing?
In a word ... feverish.
Is this another one of
my mother's crazy cures?
- No, it's Kent's Bedouin remedy.
- Oh, even better.
We've identified the scrap
of metal that I found in
the victim's boot, and it's
definitely from a car part.
- Uh, we're working to I.D. a model.
- Okay, good.
If we can find Nicky
and get him to help us,
then we're gonna need
the physical evidence
to tie the hit man
to the mob boss.
All right.
We'll stay on it.
Okay, thanks.
And... good luck with the Bedouins.
Ugh. Okay.
So, where are we
with the piece of metal
that I pulled from
the victim's boot?
It's in the gas-chromatography
machine.
We should have the results back
in about half an hour.
- Can you please get my notebook for me?
- Uh-huh.
And what kind of creative
writing are we doing?
Ohh, this week's assignment
is writing a poem
- titled "The opposite of me."
- Sounds interesting.
It might be if I understood
what the professor wanted.
But he's being purposefully vague.
Well, maybe he's being vague
'cause he wants you to think
about the title creatively.
You see, that's the beautiful
thing about poetry ...
it's not contained by any
traditional form or structure.
But I love structure.
Yeah, then this is the perfect
assignment for you.
It's gonna make you think
outside the box.
Maybe it would be easier
if I felt better.
Well, don't you worry. I'll take
care of everything in the lab.
All you have to do
is lie back under the covers,
open your pores, relax your mind,
- and let your imagination flow.
- Mm.
- Enjoy.
- Okay.
- All right, what are you doing there?
- Just sketching you.
- Really? Can I see it?
- No.
- It's not done yet.
- Ah.
Anyone ever tell you that you
look like montgomery Clift?
- No. Who's Montgomery Clift?
- A movie star from the '50s.
- I don't really watch old movies.
- I love old movies.
And I love Montgomery Clift.
He was so handsome.
- What do you like to do for fun?
- I love the Red Sox.
I don't know much
about baseball.
You can't live in this town
and not love The Sox.
So tell me about them.
- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
Okay, the story begins
december 26, 1919.
That's when the Red Sox
traded Babe Ruth to the Yankees.
Maura said that
she would move to Maine
- and write mystery novels.
- You are avoiding the question.
- I'm asking where you see yourself.
- I don't know.
Probably right here
doing the same thing,
just with a different partner.
- What about a family?
- I couldn't give up being a cop,
and I never figured out
how to have both, so...
- Job takes a toll.
- But I wouldn't change a thing.
I love being a cop.
Find a job you love, you
never work a day in your life.
- And they pay us!
- Can you believe it?
What'd you get
on that piece of metal?
I think it's a scrap from
the interior of an automobile.
The plastic is consistent with a
wide variety of domestic vehicles.
- Well, that's not enough.
- There was also a speck of road tar.
There had to have been more
trace evidence.
Well, why are you pushing me?
Because you want me to.
Look, I-I-I ran it under
an electron microscope.
I-I bathed it in acid
and rinsed it in saline.
- What about the mass spectrometer?
- Nothing!
It's a jagged piece of metal
that was violently ripped
from a vehicle.
So, according to Newton's
third law of motion,
there had to be something
transferred to the scrap
- that will reveal where it came from.
- You sound like me.
I am you.
Think, Maura.
With that kind of impact,
How can there be nothing
left behind
on our little piece of metal?
It was stuck to the bottom
of a boot
and dragged all over the city.
Whatever material was there
was rubbed clean
simply by walking on it.
You know what I admire most about you?
You never give up.
- Oh, my gosh. What are those?
- My boots.
Do we need to follow up with...
Why are you staring at me
like that?
Your boots.
You're one to talk.
Nooo!
The boots.
Hey.
How you feeling this morning?
Except for a crazy dream last night,
I am back to my old self.
Well, that's good news.
- So, how you holding up out there?
- Uh, okay, I guess.
I don't know.
Vince and I were talking
about him retiring one day,
and it just got me thinking.
I don't know.
You think your life's
never gonna change,
and then one day it just does.
- Well, it's the nature of things.
- Yeah.
And then I realized that,
one day,
you're gonna tell me
that you're gonna move
to some podunk town in Maine
and write novels.
Well, I hope I get to tell you
that one day.
- Well, I'll miss you.
- No, you won't.
You won't have a chance
because I'm either taking
you with me or you're
going to visit all the time.
Okay, but can you make sure
you get a place with a basketball court?
Jane.
I got to go, Maura.
Hey. Psst! Wake up.
Look at this.
- Where's she going so early?
- Well, hopefully,
if we're lucky,
she's gonna lead us to Nicky.
Okay.
I want to keep eyes on her.
Korsak.
She's not in here.
Shit!
- Ah. You look chipper.
- Yes!
I had a wild dream last night
that was so vivid,
but I woke up feeling refreshed.
Ah, fever dreams and hallucinations
are common side effects.
Well, this side effect
may have helped the case.
I do hope that you're not
still hallucinating,
as you seem to be performing
an autopsy on... well... a boot.
- Can you hand me a swab?
- I already swabbed the sole,
but didn't find anything unusual.
- Yes, but did you look inside the sole?
- No.
I'm looking for
trace particle transfer
from the piece of metal
to the sole,
something that was left behind
in the plastic.
Yeah.
A brown oily substance.
That's why you're the boss.
- Can you run an analysis?
- Absolutely.
Thank you.
I hope your fever dream
was inspiration
for your writing as much
as it was for your work.
Well, let's just say
that I've turned
to the classics for inspiration.
Ah. The classics.
Can't go wrong with the classics.
We've got several patrol cars
in the area. Nobody's seen her.
The shop owner said
that she walked in
and asked where
the bathroom was.
Korsak.
You got an address?
Nice work.
Nina flagged Katrin's accounts.
She just used an ATM card
at a bank three blocks away.
I'll check the ATM.
Yeah, I got the other side.
How can we have missed her?
She was just here.
Yeah.
What? When?
All right, just ...
just sit tight.
It was Frankie.
He said he just saw Katrin
go into her apartment.
How'd she get home so fast?
She must have dumped
the cash card
- to Nicky when we lost her.
- But why here?
There's a bank a block
from her apartment.
Maybe he couldn't get
treatment without any cash.
You think he'd take a hostage?
_
You're in a tough spot, Nicky.
We can prove that you shot
and killed Egon Kronis.
No, but you don't understand.
We understand
that you're involved
with the Quint Street Boys.
We have your blood at
the scene, and we have
security video of you
running away with a gun.
That's enough to put you away for life.
Unless... you'd like to talk
about the gang.
We know they wanted you dead.
We know they sent a hit man to do it.
- What we don't know is why.
- Well, how can I trust you?
How can you not?
If you give us real info
on the gang's criminal activity,
we can see to it that you only
do six months
for unlawful possession of a gun.
And we can put you into witness
protection when you get out.
- What about my aunt?
- Her too.
I-I know who orders the murders.
And I know how they get rid
of the bodies.
If you're willing to testify,
we can make a deal.
- I'm Nicky's lawyer.
- I don't have one.
You do now.
I was hired by your Aunt Katrin.
I've got nothing else to say to you.
Testimony like his can take
down the Quint Street Boys.
How do we get him to trust us
once he's lawyered up?
Go to the one person he trusts.
I just got
the preliminary results back
from the particles lifted
from the sole of the boot.
Anything interesting?
Well, there's
a petroleum-based substance ...
possibly hydraulic or brake fluid.
Hmm.
Well, I need to know specifically
what kind of lubricant it is
and where it's used.
I've already started running
another analysis.
"The opposite of me
as far as I can tell
does stir the mind to search
one's world
with passion and strength
from the heart's purest well."
So?
What do you think?
- Well, mathematically, it's perfect.
- I know!
A sonnet, three quatrains,
alternating rhyme,
- and a couplet in iambic pentameter.
- Yes. Yes, exactly!
- And it's dreadful.
- I know.
You're overthinking
the whole thing, Maura.
"This little song,
how can it be
that it can mean so much to me?
What is it then revealing?
It holds a breath of melody,
a touch of gentle harmony,
and the soul of tender feeling."
That's lovely.
- And it's so simple.
- Exactly.
You see, great poets, they write
simply and from the heart.
So you must take your view
in the world
and let your heart write it, Maura.
Hey, Vince.
Can I ask you something... personal?
I guess so.
- You and Kiki seem very different.
- We are.
Did you ever have second thoughts
about her because of that?
- Not once.
- Well, I just met a girl,
and she's very different from me.
- Different how?
- She's an artist...
and a grad student.
Loves old movies.
And she doesn't know anything
about The Sox.
Anybody can learn about baseball.
Do you like her?
- Yeah, I do.
- Then what's wrong with different?
- Different is interesting, exciting.
Yeah?
Yeah.
- You can't walk into my place.
- I just did.
- I have rights.
- Call the cops.
- What do you want?
- Your help.
I'm pretty sure that Nicky acted
in self-defense.
But if he does not cooperate
with us, he's going to jail.
And if the gang wants him dead
on the street,
they will find someone who
will kill him in prison.
- This is all my fault.
- Why do you say that?
'Cause I brought him here
for better life.
Look what happened.
I should've known better.
You cannot make it here
without connections,
- without education.
- You did.
You made a life for yourself
playing by the rules.
I know all about you, Katrin.
I know about your past.
I know about your sister.
I know that you brought Nicky
here to help him,
and you can still do that.
You're just gonna have to trust us.
Tell me about Nicky and the gang.
He came here.
He couldn't find a job.
So he sees all these men
with cars, with money ...
you know ... in the gang,
and he want these things.
So he gets involved with people
who promise to get him money.
So, why do they want to kill him?
He does some stealing for the gang.
And he's good, you know?
He's loyal.
So they want him in the gang.
But he has to prove himself.
So they gave him a gun.
And they told him to kill a man
- and where to dump the body.
- And he couldn't do it.
He's not a killer.
He's not bad like that.
He's made a big mistake.
And there is only one way
out of this.
He has to cooperate with us.
- You gonna help him?
- Yes. I give you my word.
Okay.
I'm gonna talk to him.
Okay. And then the next thing
you got to do,
- you got to call off your lawyer.
- What lawyer?
When?
All right.
Lawyer convinced the
judge that since there were
no witnesses and we didn't
find a murder weapon,
Nicky may have just gotten
caught in the crossfire.
- Bail?
- 100 grand.
We got to get down there
before the gang does.
He's already made bail.
So they're gonna kill him.
Like you said.
No. No, no, no.
We're not gonna let
that happen, okay? Okay?
If Nicky's still alive,
it's only because the gang
wants to know what he told
us before his lawyer got here.
Only question is,
how long can he hold out?
And where they have him.
Please tell me
you've got something.
I came up with all the businesses
and known addresses of
the Latvian crime boss.
And we have
uniforms at all 13 locations...
...but no sign of Nicky.
Hey, Maura.
You're on speaker.
The oily substance
we found in the boot sole
is a type of high-viscosity
hydraulic fluid with
a phosphorous additive.
The additive is significant
because it's only used
as a lubricant in high-pressure
industrial machinery.
Like what?
Give me an example.
Wind turbines, stone cutters,
aircraft hydraulics.
Wait a second.
A scrap of metal from a car,
fluid from
a high-pressure hydraulic ...
what is that, a car crusher?
They're powered
by a hydraulic pump
and piston
under high pressure.
We found one wrecking yard
owned by the crime boss.
Uh, we checked.
There was no one there.
Okay. Thanks, guys.
Okay.
Pull up all the salvage yards
in the North end.
Let me see a list of the
Quint Street Boys gang members.
Look at the owner for
M&G Auto Salvage.
- Mauris Fogel.
- Yep.
Look at the third name
on the Quint Street Boys list.
- Guntis Fogel.
- We got an "M" and a "G."
And we have an address.
Hey! Hey!
Please, let me out!
Please!
I promise, you don't have to do this!
Please!
No! Don't!
Come on!
Hey!
Hey, help!
Hey, help! Please!
Help me!
Hey! Help!
Help me, please!
- Please!
- Okay, okay.
The controls are over there!
Hang on!
Help! No!
I'm stuck!
Hurry! Help!
Nicky! Nicky?
Are you okay?
Yeah, I think I'm okay.
Nicky!
Tough lady's got a soft side.
I know somebody just like her.
- Hi.
- Hey.
Uh, did you forget something?
Uh... yeah.
Yeah, I forgot to ask
if you want to go to
a baseball game with me.
Yes!
Great!
Well, the ... the Sox are
playing the Yankees tonight, so...
I know all about their rivalry...
Going back to the Babe,
the sultan of swing.
The king of swat...
- You were listening.
- To every word.
Oh! Wait.
I... I can't go tonight.
I promised a friend I'd be
at her art-gallery opening.
- All right.
- Uh, would you want to come with me?
Uh... sure.
Yeah, I'd like that.
That'd be different.
How do you feel about
abstract expressionism?
Well, my ...
my feelings are...
abstract and hard to express.
- Hello!
- Hello. What is that?
This is my very own spa water.
Cayenne, lemon, ginger,
mint, and chia seeds.
- Chia seeds as in chia pet?
- Yes, actually.
Wait, so if she drinks
that, is she gonna grow
one of those
huge super-green afros?
No, Jane. There'll be no
growing of green afros.
She'll be sufficiently hydrated
with vitamins,
and the chia seeds will provide
Omega-3 and 6,
- potassium, and antioxidants.
- Hmm.
Not even a little afro?
Oh, no. I hope you
didn't catch that from me.
Oh, it's just my sinuses and
a little scratchy sore throat.
Nope.
First signs of a cold,
I like a good oxtail soup.
I just use a little pepper oil
on my nostrils.
Yeah, well, that's all
very good for your sinuses,
but for a sore throat,
the best thing is actually
snail mucus.
No, seriously.
Snail goo is a most wonderful
natural expectorant.
Thank you very much,
but I'll just use
an onion-juice gargle.
Okay! I ... Really?!
I mean, with the snail goo
and the onion gargle?
Can we just order a pizza, please?
- Yes! A pizza sounds yummy.
- Ugh.
I thought you had a writing class.
Oh, I had to miss it.
I got hung up at work.
Or did you skip it 'cause
little miss head of the class
didn't finish her homework?
Hmm?
Well, you don't get to be
miss head of the class
without finishing all
of your assignments.
So you finally settled
on a theme, did you?
I interpreted "The opposite of me"
as qualities in others that I admire.
Mm. Sounds interesting.
I look forward
to reading it someday.
I've got it right here.
I'm proud of it, actually.
- Out loud, please?
- Oh, yeah?
Yeah. Uh, sure.
Um...
"She travels through the path
of life with purpose
as clear and pure as spring water.
He strength is my refuge
from every impending storm."
Mm-mm. {*trnscr}
- It's about Angela.
- Mmm...
What?!
It's so nice, Maura. Thank you.
- More please!
- Um, yeah...
"His cunning and instincts
are sharper than the fox.
His wisdom, kind and true."
- That's about me.
- Korsak.
Yeah. Of course.
Okay. Come on. Come on!
Find another friend.
Uh... ah.
"She's fierce and frost to defend me,
in my moment of trouble or need.
Her wit and love to sustain me,
and never coming my expense.
And when we part, there's no sadness.
Because our bond is always there
she's not just my friend,
she's a gift,
both precious and rare."
- Maura...
- Sorry, it's about Nina.
- Is not!
- I'm just kidding!
Always funny games till
someone ends up in tears.
Or looking like the older men. Bye.
- Or an apple!
- Oh, dear!
- Yeah! That's wit!
- Oh!
- Angela!
- Ma!