Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 6, Episode 3 - Deadly Harvest - full transcript

My mom around?

I'm not sure.
I haven't seen her this morning.

- I feel like I haven't seen her in ages.
- I know.

She picked up some extra
hours at the Dirty Robber.

I can't believe I'm actually
going to say this,

- but I miss her.
- Me too.

I know. Let's make a plan to
do something together tonight.

Yeah, you know what, the Bruins

- are in town all week.
- So?

Well, so, I could get tickets
for a hockey game.

I have a better idea.



How about jell-o shots
and arm wrestling?

Y... You're being sarcastic.

Come on.
Let's have a girls' night.

She can go to a hockey game
with Frankie.

Well, what do you want to do?
Wine tasting and... waxing?

No. No, why don't
we just make dinner here,

- then watch a movie together?
- Oh. Okay, yeah. I like that.

But only as long
as you're doing the cooking.

Great.

- As long as you're doing the dishes.
- Deal.

Ooh!
We should watch "Iron Man 3."

- I don't think Ma's seen that one.
- No.

No "Iron Man"
whatever the number is.

Why don't we just see
something
with a little more



- emotional resonance?
- Okay.

As long as there are no subtitles,

I don't care how much resonance it has.

Mm...
"Terms of endearment."

Isn't that the one
where the daughter dies

- and the mother cries?
- Yes.

- No.
- Okay. Uh...

- "Steel magnolias."
- This is another dead daughter.

Is there something that
you're trying to tell me?

- "Mommie dearest."
- Hell, no!

- Hi.
- Why don't we let her decide?

Decide what?

Well, we wanted to do something
tonight, the three of us.

Yeah, we were thinking
of having dinner,

watching a movie together.

What kind of film
would you like to see?

- I can't tonight.
- Oh. Are you working late again?

- No.
- Then what's the problem?

I'm taking a class at night, a...
cooking class.

- Oh, what kind of cooking?
- French.

My favorite ... pot-au-feu,
choucroute, steak frite.

- I know. I love it.
- Mm-hmm.

You love it?

- You love French food?
- Mm-hmm.

What other kind of French food
do you love?

Well, I-I like it all.
French onion soup and...

French fries, French toast...

- Rizzoli.
- Isles.

Hey, hi!

Okay.

6x03 - Deadly Harvest

I mean, when has my mother

- ever said no to anything with us?
- That would be never.

Exactly.
Something is off.

At least she's being more independent.
Isn't that what you wanted?

Not when it interferes
with my plans.

I love the body farm.
Isn't this amazing?

Yeah, in a "Walking dead" sort of way.

Who thinks of something like this?

Well, BCU just wanted a
natural setting in order

to study the decomposition
of the dead bodies.

I just wish it was here
when I was in school.

Why is she so chipper this morning?

What, are you kidding?
This is like Disneyland for her.

Yeah. Plenty of
dead bodies to play with,

- and none of the long lines.
- BCU in the middle of a garbage strike?

No. Two of the research
bodies were buried under trash.

A student was moving the debris
aside with a little backhoe

and accidentally dug up a third body,
which doesn't seem to belong here.

What do you got?

The cyclone fence around the
property is in good shape,

and there's a working
padlock on the front gate.

It's not Fort Knox,
but the place is secure.

- What about security cameras?
- There are only three cameras,

and they're all focused
on aboveground corpses

to capture time-lapse
images of decomposition.

Don't tell Maura. She'll
want to watch every minute.

All right, I'll need you to
watch the tape from the cameras,

see if they picked up
anything that can help us out.

Corpse cam.
Can do.

Okay. Level of decomposition

indicates she's been in the
ground for at least a month.

- Any idea what killed her?
- No obvious signs of trauma,

So I can't determine a cause of death
until I complete a full autopsy.

Somebody knew this was the
perfect place to dump a body.

I went over all this with the first cop.

- Well, we'd like to hear it again.
- Besides myself, students, other faculty,

groundskeepers, delivery people.

Well, what about at night?
Is there security after hours?

No, but the grounds are
locked up at 9:00 P.M.

by a grad student.
He's very reliable.

We'll need his name
and a list of all the other people

- that have access to the property.
- Of course.

So, there's no chance that this
is one of your research corpses?

- No, no, it's definitely not mine.
- How can you be so sure?

I was brought here to implement systems

that ensure this
facility runs flawlessly,

and that's exactly what I've done.

Trust me, I-I know how
many bodies are here

and precisely where they're all placed.

And yet, we've found an extra body.

Which would lead some to believe
the operation isn't "flawless."

So, why don't you walk
us through the process

of what happens when you
receive a body? Please.

Our corpses all come from people

who have donated their body
for scientific research.

When they arrive here, they're washed,

fingerprinted, photographed, and tagged,

and then each body is
placed in or above the ground

and then carefully notated on this map.

I would suggest you
do an inventory to make sure

there are no un-notated
bodies laying around.

We will.

So, uh, if there's nothing else,

- I need to get back to my students.
- One more thing.

Do you know when the trash was placed
on the two research bodies?

34 days ago.
How long are you gonna be here?

I'm afraid that your presence
is interrupting my teaching schedule.

Well, I suggest you get used
to working around our presence

because we're gonna be here for a while.

From an academic
perspective, Dr. Carlson

is a highly respected
forensic anthropologist.

Well, from a people's
perspective, he's a dick.

Did he give you anything?

No, just that the research bodies

were buried and covered
with trash 34 days ago.

Okay, and our victim was in the ground
for at least a month.

Mm, gives us approximately
four days window

for... our body to be
dumped in the ground.

Oh!
I spoke to Frankie.

He doesn't know anything
about a cooking class for Ma.

Why is that significant?

Well, she can't keep
anything to herself,

yet she doesn't tell any of us
that she's taking a cooking class?

She's up to something.

Okay.
You're starting to sound

more like her mother than her daughter.

I'm telling you... just watch.

- Okay.
- Ew. What do we know about her?

Well, she's still a Jane Doe.
I wasn't able to recover prints

due to the decomposition of
the epidermis on her fingers.

So I sent out a tissue
sample for DNA analysis,

but there's no way of knowing
if she's even in the system.

Is a tox screen even possible?

Only through hair. The
lab already has a sample.

I believe she's in her
mid 30s, based on the lack

of osteoporosis and the
widening of the pelvis base.

Also, she was wearing an old housecoat

and house slippers when she was buried.

That's an odd choice
for someone in her 30s.

Okay, uh, what about cause of death?

Well, there were abrasions
in the tissue around the neck

and hemp fibers in the
wound consistent with a rope.

But there were no fractures
in the C1 or C2 vertebrae,

which would be consistent
with a violent hanging.

So you think she was
strangled with a rope?

If that were the case,
we'd expect to find

the hyoid bone fractured,
which it wasn't.

Okay, well, what is the
wound consistent with?

- Suicide by hanging.
- Really?

So she hung herself

and then drove her body
over to the body farm

and then tucked herself
in under some garbage.

I don't think that happened.

Yeah, but why make this
look like a suicide?

Maybe it was some sort of
weird ritualistic killing.

I'll check VICAP,

see if there have been
other staged suicides.

And we got to find another
way to i.d. this body.

I'm looking at all the reports

for women who have been
missing for at least a month.

What about the list

of everyone that had
access to the body farm?

Professor Carlson
hasn't sent it over yet.

You know what, you go sit in his chair
and tell him you're not leaving

- until he gives you the list.
- You got it.

I'll go wait in my chair
for the list to show up.

I will wait here in my chair
for the list to show up.

This is my chair, and I
defend it to the death.

- So, how was it?
- Mmm. It is still the best in town.

Ma, you know what, I've been thinking,
and I think it's great

that you're taking
a French cooking class.

Yeah, it ... it ...
I've been really enjoying it.

Yeah? Well, what have
you made in class so far?

Uh, what have I made in class so far?

Well, let's see.
I made a-a really nice French dip.

Yeah?
How do you make a French dip?

How do you make a Fre...
Well, you, um...

- You take the roast beef...
- Mm-hmm.

You know, you have to put
it in the oven, three...

Do you remember when
Frankie broke your lamp?

Yeah, my favorite green lamp?

Mm-hmm.
And he kept denying it.

Yeah, but I was
onto him from the get-go.

How? How did you know
he was lying about it?

Because every time I asked
him what happened to that lamp,

he would repeat the question
to buy himself some time

to make up some kind
of lame, phony excuse.

So, how do you make a French dip?

Ma, you always told me that
you don't have to take time

to come up with an answer
if you're telling the truth,

and that is a tip that I still
use with my suspects today.

So, I don't believe

that you're taking a
French cooking class.

I just can't figure out why
you'd lie to me about it.

Okay, you're right.
I'm not taking a French cooking class.

- I'm taking ice-skating lessons.
- What?!

Well, that's why
I didn't want to tell you.

Because, Ma, you're the
world's worst athlete!

- I am not!
- What about when you took up golf?

You sprained your wrist
getting the bag out of the cart.

- Okay, that could have happened to anybody.
- Oh, yeah?

You remember what happened

- when you took up tennis?
- Psst!

And what about when you
took up swimming at the "Y"?

You almost drowned.

Well, that's because I got
stuck on that safety line.

- That line is there for your safety!
- Why can't you be supportive?

Why can't you take up Bingo?

I'm going to do what I want to do.

You shouldn't be skating, Mom.

- Ohh.
- You should not be skating! Rizzoli.

What?
How is that even po...

Fine. Yes. Fine.
I'm on my way. Okay.

Did you know that female
athletes are twice as

likely to sustain concussions
than male athletes?

That means, given your athletic
prowess, you're like

a zillion times more likely to end up
with a traumatic brain injury.

When did you start reading
Maura's medical journals?

It's not in some medical journal.

That's from a much higher source ...
"ESPN Sportscenter."

- Oh, boy!
- You know what, Ma, just ...

Please, no more ice skating.
Okay?

- Fine.
- Thank you.

I cannot believe this.
How did this happen?

That's what we're here to find out,

but we're gonna need
your help, professor.

Well, I'll assist you in any way I can.

You're gonna love this.

So, my mother is not
taking cooking classes.

- She's taking ice-skating lessons.
- Why?

I don't know.
She wouldn't say.

And then when I asked her

about it, she got all weir...
What is this?

A male victim in a deeper grave.

- How long has he been here?
- At least a year.

It appears that he has a bullet
hole in the back of the head,

and since I can't see an
exit wound, it seems likely

that we'll recover a slug in
the decomposed brain matter.

Male victim, gunshot wound
to the back of the head ...

- execution?
- Hit man?

Could be for him.
Less likely for her.

Any connection between the victims?

No way to know based
on existing forensics.

You got to wonder if a serial
killer or the mob figured

out this was the perfect
place to dump a body in Boston.

Hey. You have an
official cause of death?

Gunshot wound to the head.

Our victim was killed
by a .22 caliber bullet.

I sent it to IBIS for analysis.

- Anything to identify this guy?
- Not so far.

How about physical?
Anything set him apart?

His left tibia and fibula were
fractured below the knee years ago,

but it's a common injury
that alone won't help us.

How about his clothes?

He wore a t-shirt and
jeans from American Wear.

I researched the brand,
and they've only been

in business since 2007 and
they don't make housecoats.

So we still have nothing
to connect our victims.

I didn't say that.

We found a long blond
hair on his t-shirt.

- We think it came from our woman victim?
- We don't have to speculate.

DNA testing confirms a match.

So, we know our woman
had contact with our man

- shortly before he was buried.
- Absolutely.

Well, we know one thing for sure.

He didn't kill her.

Maybe the woman was
involved in the man's murder.

Or maybe she was just a witness
and didn't think she was next.

Did we get anything from
the missing person report?

There's none from the woman
who's been missing for a month,

but I had Frankie and
Nina refine the search.

They're now looking for couples
who went missing

- from the area at least a year ago.
- Nice.

Oh, hey,
you're gonna want to see this.

We found a married
couple reported missing

just over 12 months ago.

- Are they consistent with our victims?
- Height and hair color.

And they disappeared
right around the same time

we think our male victim was murdered.

If this is our couple,
then what has the wife

been doing for the past 11 months?

And who's she been doing it with?

- Who filed the missing persons report?
- The wife's sister.

- What's up with Susie?
- Ah, she said she needed to see us.

- Hey.
- Hey. That was fast.

It sounded important.
What do you got?

Well, I ran the bullet
we recovered from the victim's

skull through IBIS and didn't get a hit.

You had us rush all the
way down here for that?

Oh, no. That's not
why I called you guys.

I went on a little road trip to Maine,

and I brought back... traveling gifts.

- That's for you.
- Thanks.

Nice. Oh, that is so you.

And this little fella is for you.

- Oh.
- I was in this cute little lobster shack

on the wharf in Kennebunkport,

and I ordered the special,
and the waiter pointed to the tank

and told me I had to pick my lobster.

And I just took one look at
this guy, and look at him.

He looks just like you.

What are you talking about?
It's a lobster.

- That could be your twin.
- You are crazy.

Look at his eyebrows.
They look just like yours.

Lobsters don't have eyebrows.

Oh, my god!
It does look like you!

Oh, give me a break.

And after I saw that
face, I couldn't just

leave him there to
be eaten by strangers.

- Then you keep him.
- I can't.

- Guess what I named him.
- What?

- Trey.
- Frankie Jr. Jr. Jr.

- Yes.
- No.

- Yes!
- You have to take him home.

He looks just like you,
and he has your name.

Bye.

I just couldn't believe
that she would leave

without saying goodbye,

but the police told
me they checked it out

and said my sister
gave her notice at work.

They gave me her resignation letter.
I brought it.

Thank you.

I guess she quit her job and
they moved out of their apartment.

Police told me there
was no sign of foul play.

Bet the police also told you that
going missing was not a crime.

- Yeah.
- What else can you tell us about them?

Oh, I-I brought pictures.
I thought you might like to see them.

They were free spirits.

My sister always talked
about moving away,

living off the grid.

I hope they just took off
to follow their dreams.

What did her husband do for work?

He was a handyman.
He could work anywhere.

Was there anything physically
distinctive about them?

Scars, missing teeth, broken bones?

No, not that I know of.

Wait.
My brother-in-law broke his

left leg just below the knee
in a bike accident a few years ago.

Do you know what happened to them?

I'm sorry to tell you this,
but we have discovered two bodies

that could possibly be your
sister and your brother-in-law.

We could use your help,
if you're up to it.

Would you know their dentist?

Dental records would
help us identify them.

We had the same dentist.

Dental records match for
James and Bonnie Leonard.

What is that?

Why is there a lobster in Jane's desk?

- I'm playing a little joke on her.
- You're poking a beehive.

Trust me.
This is gonna be funny.

- Trust me. You're gonna get stung.
- Not this time.

Why would this time be any different?

Uh, they definitely
look like free spirits.

Just like her sister said.

Nina just finished a complete
background investigation on them.

- Anything interesting?
- Nothing out of the ordinary.

No debt, no arrests,
no criminal records.

What do the neighbors say about them?

That they were a nice, ordinary
couple who kept to themselves.

Of course they were.
What about a love affair gone wrong?

- Nothing we've found is pointing to that.
- In every picture,

Bonnie looks like the
hippie her sister described,

and yet we find her buried in
an old housecoat and slippers

- that no woman her age would wear.
- Doesn't make any sense.

Well, let's think about what we know
that does make sense.

Someone had access to the body farm.
They buried our couple there

because they thought it was
someplace nobody would look.

- And they were almost right.
- Where are we with the list

of people that had access to the place?

The professor finally
sent it over an hour ago.

Nina's been running criminal records

on everyone who's been
in and out of there.

Good, because right now,
that feels like our only lead.

Oh, hey. You're home.
I got pizza from Mario's.

- I'm not hungry.
- Well, it's... sausage and onion.

- Your favorite.
- Yeah. Maybe later.

Are you okay?

- I hurt my ankle.
- Oh. How? What did you do?

Oh, I'm sure Jane told
you about my skating.

I don't know why she made
such a big deal about it.

Well, I think she was just...
worried about you.

What?
That I would hurt myself?

- Can I take a look at your ankle?
- If you have to.

Hmm.

Okay, hold on. I'm just
gonna move it a little.

- Does that hurt?
- Mm.

- Well, it ... it looks like a sprain.
- Mm.

Yeah, I'll be all right.

No, you need to stay off
your feet as much as possible.

Honey, do me a favor.
Don't tell Jane.

I don't need her barking at me again.

You don't think she's gonna
notice you limping around?

Fine. Tell her.

See, I was right.
I knew she'd get hurt.

I don't think the issue is really
who's right and who's wrong.

I agree. The issue is skating.

It's something she shouldn't
be doing at her age.

I think it's a little
more complex than that.

Complex how?

Well, the depth of your feelings

might indicate that there
is a hot-button issue here,

maybe just below the surface?

- Meaning...?
- Maybe nothing.

Never nothing with you.
What's up, Chang?

Hey. We got the tox screen
back for Bonnie Leonard.

- And I have a feeling she wasn't clean.
- Our victim had low levels

of the tranquilizer
ketamine in her system.

- Special K.
- This kind of low dose

would allow the victim to function,
but be easily controlled.

And would play into how she was killed.

It would also explain why the hanging

looked more like a suicide
than a violent murder at first.

What kind of animal would
do something like this?

- Oh, hey, Jane. We ...
- Get this.

Some sick bastard shot
the husband in the head,

- then abducted the wife ... What?
- Jane.

I think we might have
found your sick bastard.

We researched everyone.

Students, professors,
groundskeepers, vendors.

And we found a former grad student

who was responsible
for locking up at night.

About a year ago, he was at
the body farm late one night

doing some field research.

And then he runs into Professor Carlson,

who was all dirty and agitated, right?

Carlson yells at the guy, tells
him to get out, the place is closed.

Right around the time the
husband's body goes into the ground.

No wonder he didn't feel
like being cooperative.

Didn't want to go to jail.

- It smells in here.
- Yeah. There is something fishy.

All right, well, I'm not
going back to the dead zone.

Well, I'll have the
professor brought in.

Maybe he'll be more
cooperative on our turf.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, it really smells in here.

It really smells in here.

All right.
I'm gonna go get some coffee.

Does anybody want anything?

- No, thanks.
- I'm good. Nothing for me.

- No. No, I don't want any coffee.
- All right. I'll be back later.

I don't recall being there that night.

Maybe you want to think about
it a little more carefully.

We have a witness that
puts you at the body farm

one night right around the time
our first victim was buried there.

You can still help yourself if
you'll just tell us the truth.

Now, is there anything else

you would like to say to us
about that night?

- I was there.
- Ah. Doing what?

I'd been hired by the university
to take over the body farm,

clean up the operation,
and I was making my rounds.

And I discovered fresh
dirt and what looked like

a set of wheel marks leading
away from a burial site.

I thought someone had removed
one of the research corpses,

hauled the body off with the dolly.

I figured it was a... college prank

or, you know, maybe
some sort of fraternity hazing.

Our witness said you
were agitated and dirty.

Well, of course I was agitated.

I-I was brought here to make sure
things like this didn't happen.

That doesn't explain why
you were covered with dirt.

I was looking around to see where
the body had been taken from.

And you didn't explain any
of this to the university?

No. There's no reason to.

And I confirmed that all
the bodies were present

and accounted for,
and I decided

that what I'd seen...
didn't matter.

Okay.
So, what you're telling us

is that what actually
happened that night

is someone else buried a murder victim

next to one of your research corpses.

Yes.
It was buried so deep

we never found it...
until... you people showed up

with the ground-penetrating radar.

Where were you the first
four days of last month?

- I'm not sure. Why?
- It's important.

Uh, Atlanta at a conference.

- Is there anything else?
- Not for now. You can go.

Why did you ask him about the
first four days of last month?

Because Bonnie's body was buried

within four days of the
garbage being spread around.

- Well played.
- We need to check his alibi.

Everything okay?

She's the best detective
in the building, and yet she

couldn't figure out why her
desk smelled like Captain Ahab.

- So, what are you gonna do?
- I had to pull the plug on the prank.

If I'd left him there any
longer, he would have died.

- Trey gonna wind up in a lobster pot?
- Nope.

I brought him to my dentist's office.

He's got this big saltwater aquarium.
At least Susie will be happy.

I can't believe it didn't work.
It would have been a great prank.

- What?
- She knew the lobster was

in her desk the whole time.

- No way!
- Yeah.

Oh, she's good.

Maura, are you positive

about the length of
time Bonnie was buried?

Well, uh, given the
state of decomposition,

ground temperature, weather
conditions, I can say with

certainty that the body was in
the ground for over 30 days. Why?

'Cause it looks our best
suspect has an alibi.

I don't get it.

Why kill her after
holding her for 11 months?

You know, there's a complex
psychological element

At play here.
The housecoat and slippers

feel like part of a fantasy,
probably related to domestic life.

I suspect that Bonnie broke the fantasy.

She does something that upsets him,
he snaps and hangs her.

It's clearly psychopathic behavior.

And since we can't find
any similar cases in VICAP,

it's possible that this
was his first attempt

to fulfill his twisted fantasy,
and it went wrong.

He killed this woman five weeks ago.

Which means that he
is probably out there

- looking for his next victim.
- Or he's already found her.

All right. Thank you.

Dr. Carlson was at the conference
the first four days of last month.

Two other professors were
with him the whole time.

- So he was telling the truth?
- Looks that way.

Hey. We found two women
who went missing last week

that match the physical
profile of our first victim.

A waitress.
An accountant.

We got to move.
You take the waitress.

I'll take the accountant.

Why did you report
Sarah Harrison missing?

I shouldn't have.
It was all a big mistake.

How's that?

Well, Sarah didn't show
up to work for two days,

and when I called to check on her,
her phone was disconnected.

- So, she came back to work?
- No, but a day later,

I got her letter of
resignation in the mail.

- Do you still have that letter on file?
- I-I'll have to check.

Yes, thank you.

I need you to pull Bonnie Leonard's

letter of resignation off
my desk and read it to me.

Yeah.

Uh...

"Dear Mr. Phillips,
I regret to inform you

that I am resigning from my
position as office assistant

for healthful foods distribution
effective immediately.

Thank you for the support

and the amazing opportunities
you've provided me ..."

"During my tenure.

I have enjoyed my time
with the company so much,

- but I've decided to leave Boston."
- Wait. How did you know that?

Because Bonnie and Sarah's letter
were both written by the same person.

Our killer. I'd bet good
money Sarah's his new captive.

He must have figured out

that it's a lot easier
to abduct a single woman

so you don't have to
kill the husband first.

Yeah.
All right. I want you to run

a full background
investigation on both women.

We need to know what they have in common

if we're gonna figure
out who abducted them.

- I'm on my way.
- You got it.

There's nothing that
connects these women

except for the fact that they
don't have criminal records.

Okay. We got to keep digging.

Well, they didn't live
in the same part of town,

don't work in the same industry,
don't go to the same church or gym.

They don't shop at
the same grocery store.

One's single, one's married.
One went to college, one didn't.

One owns her home, the other
one lives in an apartment.

- They couldn't be more different.
- Well, there's got to be something

- that these women have in common.
- Water.

The same guy delivered
Clear Spring bottled water

to the office building
and the body farm.

No, I checked Dr. Carlson's list.

It was a woman who delivered
water to the body farm.

It is now, but I looked
up her employment records,

and it turns out she's
only been working the route

for about 11 months, so I
checked with Clear Spring.

Before her, it was a man,
Jeffrey Tyler.

- He still with the company?
- No. He quit.

Dr. Carlson said he saw wheel
marks leading from the grave.

Just like the dollies they use
to deliver bottled water would make.

I bet he kept a key to the padlock.

- You got an address for this guy?
- 318 Carlyle Avenue.

Let's go.

- Clear.
- Clear.

Clear.

The tidy home is not what I expected
from a deranged psychopath.

Well, you can't judge
a book by its cover.

- Huh...
- What do you got?

Family photos.

Oh, now we know why the
victim wore a housecoat.

Yeah, it reminded him of dear old mom.

Looks like you were right.

This is a first draft

of Sarah Harrison's resignation
letter, typos and all.

- That means he's already got her.
- But where is he holding her?

Call Nina.
We need to know everything

that she can find on
Jeffrey Tyler and his family.

What do you say we
tear this place apart?

Thought you'd never ask.

All this crap and not one
clue as to where he's holed up.

- Find something?
- Beretta Bobcat, .22 caliber.

I found it stuffed in
a bag in the closet.

I'll bet it matches the bullet

that Maura took out
of the husband's head.

Speaking of...
it's Maura and Nina.

Hey.
We're knee-deep in nothing.

Have you found anything on this guy?

Well, Jeffrey Tyler has
a long history of mental illness.

Oh, who would have guessed that?

He was hospitalized several times
as a teenager for depression.

And his criminal
record lists two arrests

for assault and battery of two women.

Did you find any address
other than this apartment?

- Just his parents' old address.
- But they haven't been there for years.

His mother was murdered in 1978.

Hanged by his father.

Apple doesn't fall far
from the freak tree.

His dad did 36 years in prison
and died there last year.

And that could have been
the triggering incident

for his abduction/murder spree.

I looked over the trial transcripts.

The father was consumed
with controlling the mother.

She disobeyed him, he killed her.

Alright.
What about friends,

relatives, any place that he
could be holding these women?

No living relatives.
The guy was a loner.

It seems he didn't
play nice with others.

There's got to be something!

Wait a minute.
What about the family home?

The deed says it's still owned by
Jeffery's mother and father.

We're gonna need that address.

- I warned you not to go near that door.
- I wasn't.

I go out for 10 minutes
to get us a nice bottle of wine,

and this is what you do?

I'm sorry.

Where's my dinner?

I'll get it.

When I say I want my
dinner on the table,

- it damn well better be there!
- No.

I'll teach you to obey me!

Police!
Put the knife down!

You drop it or I'll cut her!

Put it down! Put it down!

You won't be cutting anybody.

- God!
- Get your hands behind your back.

It's okay. It's all right.

- It's all your fault!
- Let's go.

It's okay. It's okay.

Shh. It's okay.

- Hey, Ma.
- Hey.

I, uh, just wanted to tell
you I got a movie for tonight.

I'm going out.

- I figured.
- To the ice rink.

Anything more you
want to say about that?

Just that...

I'm sorry for giving you
problems about skating.

It's not my place to tell
you what you should do.

- Thank you for saying that.
- You're welcome.

Well, and thank you for
caring about your mom.

'Cause you were right.

I shouldn't be skating at this age.

- Or at any age.
- Okay, watch it.

And, Ma, there are a lot of things

that are wonderful about you.
Athletics ... not one of them.

I don't even like being on the ice.

- Well, what are you doing it for?
- I met someone.

- Ma!
- And he really likes hockey and skating,

and I-I... I just wanted
to be a part of his world.

I never got to do any of
those things with your dad, and...

I want to do them now!

- Why didn't you just tell me this?
- I don't know.

Probably wouldn't have
made a difference anyway.

- Okay, what is that supposed to mean?
- We...

I don't know. I just...
I've been thinking,

and you know, I don't think
that I was upset with you

because you were skating.
I think I was upset

because you were skating
without me.

You want to go ice skating with me?

Yes!
I have since I was a little girl.

Yeah, but, uh...
there was never any time, was there?

- I'm sorry.
- It's okay, Ma. It's okay.

- Well...
- Yeah, you got to go.

I love you.

I want you to be happy, Jane.

I want you to be happy, too, Ma.

I know.

Don't stay out too late, young lady!

Don't wait up!

Hello!

- Hey. Where have you been?
- The Dirty Robber.

Ah. Have you been drinking?

No, I have been doing some
mother/daughter bonding.

Oh, I'm sorry I missed it.
I love bonding.

Well, I'm sure we will bond some more.

I did get us an action movie with
emotional resonance.

"Thelma & Louise!"

Oh.
But this isn't an action movie.

- It's a chick flick.
- Uh, agree to disagree.

"This film is a celebration

of two uniquely powerful
women fulfilling their destiny

and bound together for eternity."
I'd call that a chick flick.

What? Let me see that.

No. "This film is a celebration
of two bad-ass chicks

who drive their car over a cliff."
Action flick.

Fair enough.

But you know, we have
something in common

- with Thelma and Louise.
- Oh? How so?

Well, we're both unique individuals,

and yet we have found
a common connection.

Okay, yeah. I'll buy that.

Yeah.
Like yin and yang.

"Yin and yang?"
Which one am I?

Oh, well, you're yin, of course ...
shady and cool.

- No, I want to be yang.
- Nope. That's me.

Sunny and bright.

Well, how come you always
get to be the sunny one?

Because of attitude like that.

Well, I was gonna tell
you something about my mom

and taking your advice, but no.
Now I'm not going to because

my attitude is so dark
and shady and childish.

- Jane...
- No.

- Please.
- Mm-hmm.

- I didn't say childish.
- Your eyes did.

- Oh, come on!
- Mm, it's so good, too.

- Come on.
- Nope.