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

- What time is it?
- # It's the nature of the beast #

- A little after 5:00.
- # gotta earn your keep #

I forget how long the waiting takes.

- Here, have some more coffee.
- Thanks, Mom.

- What was that?
- My watch must have stopped.

Run! Run!

Keep moving!

When you get to the door,
remember,

they moved everything last week.
Head right!

Mom! Mom!

Mom!



Mom!

Great news.

You're gonna get a dishwasher
with only one button. Yay!

No.
Okay. Um...

top and bottom rack,
regular soil, air...

Don't air.

O... but it has the little
energy saver symbol next to it.

I know, but it takes
like nine hours to finish,

and the sound of the fan
drives me crazy.

Energy waster on.

It would take less time
to wash them by hand.

Okay, what?
What is your great news?

Uh, your mother's Cousin Carlo called.
He's in town.

- How did he get your number?
- I don't know.



He said he was
in the neighborhood,

and he's gonna stop by tonight.

- Here?!
- Yes.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Okay, uh...

call him back and tell him
that there's been another flood

at the Dirty Robber
and Ma has to fix it.

No, because then he'll go there,
and it'll be on Korsak.

- What?
- Uh, call him back

and tell him that Ma has pancreatitis.

Okay, why do you want me to lie
to Cousin Carlo?

Because he got $50,000

from falling at a Rudy Tudy's
when he was 23 years old,

and he's been chasing
the dream ever since.

He slips, he falls, he sues.

And nobody is safe...
restaurants, families, museums.

Okay, well, I can't call
him back because he said that

his phone broke and he was
calling from a pay phone.

Of course he was.

Okay, we're gonna have
to tape down all the rugs.

Hi.

Ma, did you give Cousin Carlo
Maura's number?

- I would never.
- Well, he's coming here... tonight.

I have to say, he's upped
his game a little bit.

Okay, uh,
I'm gonna get rubber mats

- for all these slippery hardwood floors.
- Okay, wait a minute.

Have either one of you
ever actually seen him fall?

- This is heavy.
- Uh, no.

But his taste in Italian suits

is way too nice for a guy
who doesn't have a job.

He doesn't have a job,
and he has two Lexuses.

- Or two "Lexi."
- Okay. But it's highly unlikely

that he would do this
in front of his family.

There are like a million
other people he could scam.

You don't know Carlo.

- Rizzoli.
- Isles.

- Okay.
- Ma, you got this?

- Yes.
- Okay. Knives.

Noted.

6x06 - Face Value

In order to sue,
there must be negligence.

And I am many things, but
negligent is not one of them.

Bigger purses than yours
have thought the same.

All right, well,
have you ever seen broken feet

on the chairs in my great room?

Or glass all over the floor

or a chandelier hanging
from a thread?

- No, because that's not who I am.
- I agree.

Your house does not look like

some weird horror movie,
but he will adapt.

And precautions need to be taken.

Okay, we'll I'll keep my eye
on things,

even though your mother

is preparing my home
for a Rizzoli apocalypse.

Victim's Helen Barnes, 53.

500 people at this big sale.
Nobody saw anything.

Our victim's daughter
said her mother

would go big-sale hunting
all the time.

Ooh. Wouldn't be the
first experienced shopper

- to be taken out by a crowd.
- No, but that's not how she died.

There's a wound on her lumbar region.

- She was stabbed.
- Stabbed?

For a five-second advantage
to get in the store?

What, someone just had to get their
hands on the last blender?

Well, they don't let you
bring blenders into jail,

so that hardly seems worth it.
Maybe she was targeted.

All right, we're gonna need
the store's security footage.

I'm on it.

Ugh. Makes me want to
give up going to malls.

- You don't go to malls.
- Mission accomplished.

Good lord.

It's worse than Kenmore Square
when the Sox won the series.

I can barely make anyone out.

- There.
- I didn't see anyone stab her.

Must have happened right before
she entered this camera angle.

Let me back it up a little bit.

Hey, can you play it half speed?

Freeze it. Look at him.

That guy. See how he
looks over his shoulder?

He's not too interested
in the store, is he?

I'll isolate him and
run facial recognition.

Yeah.

- I'm very sorry for your loss.
- Thank you.

She was a wonderful woman.

Passionate about deals...

- finding them, getting them.
- If she was so good at finding deals,

do you think any of her
fellow shoppers might have

- held a grudge against her?
- No, it wasn't like that.

We'd see the same faces over and over.

Getting a doorbuster
item was like a game.

There's no animosity in the community.

Have you ever seen this man?

No.

- Is that who killed my Mom?
- I don't know.

Why would he do that?

Why would he kill my mother?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Korsak's still in with
the victim's daughter.

Well, we just I.D.'d
the guy from the Best Lots.

His name's Elliot Dutton.

Uniforms went to his
house, but he wasn't there.

- Anything from the background check?
- No, nothing helpful.

He's a bookkeeper... clean.

You know, maybe we're reading
too much into this video.

We see a killer looking
around for witnesses,

but maybe this is just a guy going
back to his car for his wallet.

Elliot Dutton just used his credit card

to buy a ticket on a bus
leaving from Boston West.

Or not.

Thanks.

All passengers, please have
your tickets readily available

to show the driver.
Thank you.

Elliot Dutton?

Hey! Hey!

- Stop! Police!
- Wait, wait! Hey, hey!

Thank god you're here.
Oh, my god.

He's chasing me, please.
Y-Y-You have help me.

Okay, okay, calm down.
Who is chasing you?

My boss. He wants to kill me.

He just yelled my name.
Didn't you hear him?

That was me, Mr. Dutton.

- You?
- I just yelled your name.

You come at...
suit and tie, hair...

you called my name, right.

- You called my name.
- All right.

Uh, he called your name, yeah.

Why don't you just, uh,
come with us? Come on.

Why did you take my clothes?
I didn't do anything?

Then why did you run?

Like I said, I thought
my boss was chasing me.

This woman was stabbed
outside of the Best Lots today.

We have video of you
running from her body.

What? I didn't kill anyone.

I-I-I-I wa... my boss, he
attacked me at our office,

and I was running away
to avoid being killed.

So, you knew that large
crowd was gonna be there.

Yeah, Best Lots is near where I work.

I arrive early on sale
days to avoid traffic.

I wouldn't hurt anyone.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to figure out if I know her.

I have, uh, trouble
recognizing people's faces.

It's called facial
recognition blindness.

- Really?
- Yeah. If you were to walk away,

I wouldn't recognize
you when you came back.

Must make it hard to
differentiate between

- good people and bad people.
- It does.

- Does that make you nervous?
- All the time.

You know, if I was in your
situation, I might carry a knife, too.

I don't carry a knife.

- I didn't stab anyone.
- I'll be right back.

Where's she going?

It's a real thing... prosopagnosia.

I'm sorry, it's not a real thing.

Fear of spiders... that's a real thing.

Hot dogs... those are real things.

- Hot dogs are barely a real thing.
- Maura...

So, what happens is
the part of the brain

that distinguishes facial
features doesn't work.

People like you and me, we take
a mental picture of someone,

and we store it in our minds.

Prosopagnosics, they take a picture,
and then they throw it away.

They don't even recognize their parents.

It feels like a silver lining there.

But his mother probably
is nothing like my mother.

In order to cope, people
with this condition

find other ways to tell people apart.

Their build, hair, their voice.

2% of the population actually
has it in some capacity.

Okay, fine, it's a real thing.
But he's probably lying about having it.

Did you find any blood
evidence on his clothes?

Uh, no, they are still being processed.

Oh, you know, there are
prosopagnosia research centers

at Dartmouth, Harvard,
and University College London.

Gosh, I would love to
escort him to London

to have him checked out,

but I feel that might
stall our investigation.

Give me your lab coat.

No.

Why are you looking... at my lab coat?

- That's you, correct?
- That's the jacket I was wearing.

Do you understand why
we're concerned since you're

standing right next to a
woman who was just stabbed.

- Yes.
- And if any of her blood

is on your clothes, it might
be enough to put you away.

Now are you sure you don't
want to tell me something else?

I didn't kill her.
I-I was running for my life.

From the boss who was

- attacking you for no reason.
- Yes.

Excuse me.

Oh, this is Dr. Kepley.

- She'll be consulting on this case.
- Hi.

We'd like you to take
a look at some pictures.

We're hoping that you recognize

one of these men from the crime scene.

- I don't... I...
- Take your time.

I don't recognize any of them.

- Are you sure.
- I'm sorry.

Seriously?
It's pictures of the same two guys.

One of them is sitting
right in front of you.

- Detective Rizzoli?
- Mm.

There was no blood on
Elliot's clothes or hands,

which there should have
been given his proximity.

So he didn't stab Helen.

Facial recognition blindness...
now I've heard everything.

Happy to learn about it,
glad I don't have it.

Admit it... you'd miss my face.

If we believe him,
Elliot was the target.

Helen was just collateral damage,

- which makes him a material witness.
- Worst witness ever.

I guess it's like dealing
with a masked attacker.

What do we know about this
boss who was chasing him?

Franklin Simms.
Owns a chain of dry cleaners...

17 locations throughout the city,

no history of violence,
no criminal record.

Nina couldn't find him in any
of the footage of the stampede.

- But it's a stampede.
- Helen was stabbed

in her lower back near the L1 vertebra.

That's an unusual place to be stabbed.

Unless you're chasing
someone through a crowd,

trying desperately to kill
them before they get away.

Don't you hate it when that happens?

- Guess we ought to go find him.
- Okay.

You know, even if I had prosopagnosia,

I'd still be able to recognize you.

Nobody in the department
has a mane like that.

- Oh, thank you.
- No... that person I do not know.

Don't tell anybody I
did that, all right?

I don't even want to remember it.

Korsak.

Found him.

Five wounds, all
concentrated to his torso.

Is it the same knife that killed Helen?

Well, it appears that the apex
of the incised wounds

is indeed rough and uneven,

which would be consistent
with what Helen suffered.

- "Indeed" is close to "yes," right?
- Yes, adjacent.

Okay, so, from this point of view,
you can't see the body.

So, Elliot comes in,

he sees a guy in a suit
and thinks that it's Simms?

Well, if the killer had
brown hair and wore a suit,

in the frenzy of an attack,
it would be an easy mistake

for somebody with prosopagnosia to make.

Elliot came in early
because of the sale.

- Killer didn't expect him.
- So Simms was the killer's target.

And Elliot was his hapless,
not really an eye-witness.

That bric setup is impressive.

Yeah, we've made a lot of
improvements this year.

- Oh.
- I haven't seen you around.

- Detective...?
- Fordham.

I just transferred here.
I'm on the second floor.

Uh, welcome.

I'm happy to answer any
questions you might have.

Thanks.
I'll try and carve out some time.

Yeah, any time.
You can always find me right over...

Uh... excuse me.
I got to get this.

- Hi, Ma.
- Hey, Frankie?

Hey, I really need your help.

Cousin Carlo is coming over to Maura's.

What? Why?

Yeah, I know. It's terrible.
He said he wants to see me.

- Did you try to cancel?
- Yes, but he's incommunicado.

All right, are you
getting the house ready?

Of course.
But I needed more floor mats,

and there's an accident on 90.

Listen, Frankie, I need you
to get to the house in case I'm late.

We can't leave Maura
there alone with him.

No, I'm really busy today, Mom.
I can't leave.

Oh, come on. That's
what Janie said, damn it.

I need a Rizzoli there
at all times in that house.

Whoa! Wh...

- What just happened?
- Maura's new car just saved my life.

Well, not my life, but still...
Listen, Frankie!

Damn it, I need somebody
to be at the house!

Ma, Ma, I got to go, okay?
Good luck. I love you.

I'm sorry about that.

Don't I kind of stand out
among all these old people?

BPD has an apartment at
Lavintman's for years.

- We've never had a problem.
- The guy who's looking for you

is gonna look in a
lot of different places

before he looks in an
assisted-living facility.

We have department approval
to keep you here for 48 hours.

You'll be guarded by
a rotation of officers.

- This is... uh, sir?
- Sorry. Officer Mekler.

Officer Mekler will be here to 8:00 P.M.

- He'll be replaced by someone new.
- Um, officer, could you keep your hat on?

That'll help Mr. Dutton recognize you.

- No problem.
- Thank you.

You're only gonna
protect me for 48 hours?

Well, two days is a long
time in an investigation.

I don't why Mr. Simms attacked me.

But if you can't find him, what's
to keep him from trying again?

Mr. Simms didn't attack you.

- What?
- Elliot, Mr. Simms is dead.

He was killed this morning
before you went into the office.

- H-He didn't try to kill me?
- No.

Of course.
Why would he try to kill me?

I can't believe
I thought he was chasing me.

Why don't you tell us everything

you can remember about this morning?

- I just... can I have a minute?
- Yeah, sure.

I've always loved jazz, you know?

I live down the street
from Chick Corea in Chelsea.

He played my 16th birthday party.

Really? Oh, that must
have been very special.

- There you go, Maura.
- Thank you, Carlo.

So, Angela is stuck in traffic.
She should be here any moment.

All those mats in the kitchen...
you must do a lot of cooking.

Uh, well, uh, even for wood floors,

French oak is so unforgiving.

So, what do you do for a living?

- Music.
- Oh, you play?

Trumpet, but I mostly teach.

I love the trumpet.
Such a heraldic instrument.

Yeah, I'd like to play more,

but had to give up the
dream in order to survive.

Oh, god, I'm so sorry I'm late.

Angela, sweetheart!

You look fantastic.

- Come here. Come here.
- Aw.

Nice to see you, Carlo.

Yeah, yeah, you too, honey.

- Hey.
- I will leave the two of you to catch up.

Before we sit down,
I need to use the restroom.

- It's broken.
- The downstairs? Oh.

Well, there's another
one just up the stairs.

Not the stairs.

- Angela.
- Maura.

You're right, you're right.

Um, Frankie did fix
the bathroom downstairs.

- It's right through there.
- Thank you.

Socks.
You let him wear socks?!

Do you want to be homeless?

Hey, Angela?
We are having a lovely time.

He has no reason to have an accident.
He does work, you know.

The trumpet?
Yeah, he blows a lot of hot air.

- No, he teaches now.
- Yeah, I don't know about that.

Angela, when is the last
time you saw Cousin Carlo?

- A couple of Christmases ago.
- Exactly.

So, maybe he's outgrown his problem.

The tile work in here is lovely.

Oh, the night is young.

Hey, Jane.

How did you know it was me?

- One leg is longer than the other.
- Longer...

One heel hits harder... thump, thump.

Okay.
We need to talk about the case.

You want me to help you
find a man I can't recognize

who's trying to kill me
for a reason I don't know.

Elliot, you have to remember something

and you never know what could help.

But when I'm stressed out,

the techniques I use
to get through the day,

they don't work very well.

You mean like remembering
hair or jewelry

- or weird leg length?
- Right.

My mother... she, uh, wore
the same kind of clothes.

She never changed her hair.

But still, sometimes when I
saw her out in the neighborhood,

I wouldn't even know who she was.

Is this condition the reason

that you've lived in the
same place for 15 years?

Uh, I change as little as I can...

same apartment, same
route to work, same stores.

- So people know you.
- Right.

At least the people that
think I'm stupid or rude...

it's the same group of people.

I, um...

I dream of going to other places.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Where do you dream of going?
- Don't laugh.

- I will not.
- Norway.

- Really?
- I want to see fjords.

What's gonna happen
when my 48 hours are up?

Well, why don't we address
that when we get to it?

That woman is dead because I
couldn't tell the difference

between a killer and a man
I'd worked with for six years.

Elliot, you have a medical condition.
You couldn't help it.

I just don't want
anyone else to get hurt.

Okay, well, let's agree
on nobody else gets hurt.

- That includes you.
- That is nice of you to say.

But the truth is,
if anything happened to me,

no one would even notice.

What do you got?

Elliot may have facial
recognition problems,

but he also may have
bullshit recognition problems.

There's a piece missing
from his books. Look.

25% of the company's annual
income is paid to "dividends."

This year, that amounted
to $750,000.

Whew.
Pretty nice little payout.

- What's the problem?
- It's all paid in cash,

and there are no corresponding
accounts indicating where it's going.

- Nothing?
- Just says "dividends."

We didn't find any tax
records in his office, did we?

No. And it'll take the I.R.S.
a year to comply with a subpoena.

Well, let's get Jane to ask
Elliot what he knows about it.

- Hey, Jane.
- I was trying to walk really evenly.

- Even without the walk, there's the hair.
- Nothing gets past you, huh?

- How was your night?
- Old people snore.

- Hm.
- Yeah.

Elliot, we need to talk
about Villa's finances.

- Uh, oh, is there a problem?
- The dividend payout...

three quarters of
a million dollars last year.

- You have any idea where
that was going? - No.

Elliot, I can't help you if
you don't tell me the truth.

I was just the bookkeeper.
I didn't do corporate filings or taxes.

But that doesn't mean you didn't
know something was going on.

The Cleaners had a really high
number of cash transactions.

I thought there should
have been more credit cards.

- Did you ever say anything about it?
- It's hard to keep

your job when you
can't recognize your bosses.

I decided I would not ask any questions

so Simms would look the
other way on my thing.

Did you ever notice anything out
of the ordinary in any of the shops?

No, but I've only been
to the one near my house.

They never asked you to pick
up any receipts or deposits

- at any of the other locations?
- Simms did that himself.

I always thought he was
just being nice because

he knew I was uncomfortable
being out in the world.

- That wasn't it, was it?
- I don't know yet.

I'll come check on you later, okay?

- Okay.
- All right, hang in there.

Jane's right... there's
more to Mr. Simms' reluctance

to let Elliot see the
Cleaners than just kindness.

Four years ago, Villa Cleaners
began expanding

and acquired these six properties.

They added four locations
a year after that.

I pulled these pictures from
an online mapping program.

Are you sure the addresses are right?

I drove by that one
myself just to make sure.

There's no way they were pulling in

that much revenue from just
six legitimate locations.

They must be laundering money.

That's why most of the
transactions are in cash.

This location had a fire yesterday...

just a few hours after
Helen was murdered.

- Well, that's a little coincidental.
- Killer's a step ahead of us.

- Detective Kain?
- Yeah.

Vince Korsak.
We spoke on the phone.

- This is Detective Rizzoli.
- Nice to meet you both.

You said this property was linked
to a homicide investigation?

- Yeah, you mind if we take a look?
- No, come on in.

We already finished our investigation.
It was definitely arson.

Dog sniffed accelerant right away.

Seems like some kind of
makeshift office here.

Receipts in the garbage indicate
they've been here a few months at least.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

- Hard drive's been drilled... useless.
- They're hiding something.

Amateurs.

- What do you got?
- They didn't stir the embers.

We may still be able to figure
out what they were up to.

- What are you doing?
- How did you know it was me?

- You were clomping.
- You recognized my clomping?

No, I heard clomping, I looked up,

and I saw my best friend
being weird.

Did you know that I have one
leg that's longer than the other?

- Really?
- That's what Elliot

the propis-fuh-fuh told
me after hearing me walk.

Hm.
He has a very strong ear.

It is common with that condition.
You should get that looked at.

I don't want to get it looked at.

Well, it could cause damage
to you back over time.

Simple enough to lengthen the other leg.

I don't need to be taller, Maura.

Men are already afraid
of me enough as it is.

And you think it's because you're tall?

That was a good one.

I heard it went well
with Cousin Carlo last night.

- It did.
- Good, I'm glad.

- Although, I didn't expect anything less.
- All right.

- Well, I'll see you later.
- Mm-hmm.

You didn't have to give me gelato.

Well, after what I did to your house,
I felt you deserved it.

Well, I'm not gonna say no to pistachio.

Who's that?

Did you order in?

- No.
- Hmm.

Janie, thanks for running over.

But I think Maura was right.
He's changed.

You don't think this
is some kind of play?

No.

- Janie! Hey.
- Hey, Carlo.

Janie, it's so good to see you.
I'm so glad you stopped by.

- Yeah...
- How have you been?

- B... Busy.
- Oh, well, busy looks good on you.

Yeah, thank you.

Ah, zeppole's ready.

Wh... you made zeppoles?

I didn't know if I was gonna see you,

so I wanted to make
something that could travel.

- And I know you love my zeppole.
- Can I have 10?

Coming right up.

- He must be medicated.
- Shh!

Well, it's probably
better for all of us.

Um... are we okay
that he's working with boiling oil?

Come on, he's fine.
And if he was what you say he was,

then he certainly doesn't
fit that description anymore.

And I did take some precautions.

Godere questo bellisimo
desserto de zeppole.

- Ooh.
- Ooh, they look great.

- Thank you, Carlo.
- Of course.

- Thank you.
- You know what?

I think we could use a
little more powdered sugar.

- I told you so.
- Don't you "I told you so" me!

Oh, I will "I told you so" you
as long as I'm right.

What?!
That doesn't even make sense!

Okay, what are you, 12?

Hm, looks like we spilled a little...
Whoa!

...oil.

Uh-oh.

- Has he called yet?
- Nope.

- He'll call.
- We will deal with it if he does.

Mm-hmm.
What do we got here?

Using this ultraviolet,
infrared DSLR camera,

we take pictures of the burnt paper.

The computer analyzes the
image, and we can, up to 70%

of the time, bring up whatever
is underneath the burn.

- Some fancy camera.
- Mm-hmm.

- Anything interesting yet?
- Primarily receipts and pay stubs.

I'm not sure what this fire
was supposed to be covering up.

Well, we think they
were laundering money.

Creating receipts helps
the income look legitimate.

Maura, this says "I.R.S."

Right here, Maura, can you
process this one right now?

Sure.

"Audit requires all
records for Villa Cleaners

and its shareholders,
including Koko Inc."

That's some magic camera you got there.

Thanks, Maura.

- So?
- Koko Inc. is a shell corporation

- that is wholly owned by Mary Ann Wilkhousen.
- She's a lawyer.

Everything about her and her
corporation is legitimate.

Mary Ann Wilkhousen?
When I was in the organized crime unit,

she worked as an attorney
for Spencer Romero.

I think they had more than
just a working relationship.

Wait, Spencer Romero?

- The Spencer Romero?
- Who's that?

Oh, he's a thuggish drug
dealer from the East Side.

BPD suspects him in at least 10 murders,
but he does the jobs himself.

There's never anyone
to flip to convict him.

I'll bet he's the source of the
cash Villa's been laundering.

Simms must have panicked when
he got the notice from the I.R.S.

- He told Romero...
- And Romero killed him

- to get rid of loose ends.
- Okay, but how do we pin on him

with our witness who isn't
really a witness? Hmm?

We think that this man is
associate with Mr. Simms.

- Does he look familiar... any way?
- Not really.

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

Uh, let's... let's just watch this.

So, we're just looking to take
a few kilos off your hands.

- For how much?
- We're good with the usual rate.

Get out of here.
You think I'm an idiot?

- Anything about his mannerisms?
- Nothing.

I don't recognize him.
I want to help.

Okay, Elliot.

Just... you do this every day, okay?

You recognize people by characteristics
that other people don't see.

You lived your whole
life this way, so just...

Okay? Calm down.

I've got all day.

- Okay, uh, play it again.
- Okay.

So, we're just looking to take
a few kilos off your hands.

For how much?

We're good with the usual rate.

- That last bit... play it again.
- Okay.

We're good with the usual rate.

That clicking.

That's Mr. Wilkhousen.

- Wilkhousen.
- Yeah, he came around a bit.

He always smelled like he came
straight from a Hookah Bar.

Okay.

Okay, Elliot, that's great.
That's all I needed.

Is Mr. Wilkhousen selling drugs?

Because I never saw anything
like that at the office.

I'm sorry, Elliot,
I-I-I can't
really say

- anything about the case.
- Who is he?

I have a right to know
what I'm dealing with here.

Okay.
His real name is Spencer Romero.

But Elliot, that's... that's really all
that I can tell you, okay?

And... and I just... I don't want
you to worry about anything,

all right?
You're very safe here.

I thought I have to
leave after 48 hours.

I'm working on that, too.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Thank you. Thank you.

Romero was in their offices.
Elliot I.D.'ed him.

Visiting the office isn't a crime.

But as a witness for Simms'
murder, defense attorney

would have field day
with his facial blindness.

What if we got Romero on tax evasion
and money laundering?

I mean, we've got the burnt receipts,

- we've got Elliot's books.
- That might work.

With Elliot's extensive
knowledge of Villa's accounting,

could be enough to bring Romero down.

I mean, the charges aren't sexy,
but they worked on Capone.

Would this be enough to get Elliot

more permanent protection
while we work on Romero?

I'll call upstairs. Half a witness
against Romero is better than none.

Right, I'll go tell him we might
be able to buy him some more time.

- He's in the can.
- Thanks for the report.

Ew, it really does smell
like old people in here.

Yeah, you get used to it.

- How long has he been in there?
- I don't know. A while.

Elliot?

Elliot, it's Jane.
You all right?

- Shit! He's gone.
- What?

What happened?

- Uh, nothing.
- No, not nothing... something!

Uh, used my phone to check
the score of the game.

- He said he had to use the bathroom.
- Give me your phone.

Shit!

He hasn't used his credit cards
or taken cash out of an ATM.

- Should have confiscated his wallet.
- Frankie said Elliot's

not at his house, but it looks
like he was there recently.

Well, he's spooked, so he'll try
and get as far away as he can.

If we can just find him, BPD is willing

to keep him in a safe
house until we nail Romero.

He probably knows we can keep
him from boarding a plane, right?

Yeah, and he doesn't own a car.
It leaves trains and buses.

He still has that unused bus ticket.

- I'll check out the buses.
- I'll check inside.

All Southbound passengers,

please proceed to line 2 at gate 1.

Elliot.

It's Jane.
We got to get you out of here.

No.
I've got to get out of Boston.

I can keep you safe.

He could be anywhere.

Listen to me, okay?
You're not alone.

The department can
put you some place safe

while we deal with Romero.
Okay, you don't have to run away.

- What if you can't deal with him?
- I can deal with him.

Hey, Korsak, I got Elliot with me.

Uh, we're outside.
Just meet us at the car, okay?

- That Hookah Bar smell.
- What? Here?

Spencer Romero!
Police!

You good?

- Ask Detective Dutton.
- Detective?

I didn't think screaming,
"hey, stop, I'm the guy who can't

really recognize you,"
would be much help.

♪ We are not afraid ♪

♪ of this hurricane ♪

♪ we will stand like giants ♪

Janie.
What are you doing here?

Well, Maura had said that you called,
so I came to say goodbye.

- Wonderful. May I?
- Please.

- Food good here?
- Oh, cut the crap, Carlo.

Look, you may have gotten away

with suing the funeral
parlor at Aunt Josie's funeral

and mysteriously cutting
your fingertip off

with a ladder at Kay's Hardware,
but you and I both

know your neck is fine.
All right?

Really?
With the cervical collar?

- Come on!
- Jane.

- We're family.
- Maura is family.

And when her father started
causing problems, I shot him.

I understand that you have doubts, Jane,
but my neck does hurt.

And Maura has insurance.
She'll be fine.

You're an embarrassment
to this family. You n...

Jane.
I didn't expect to see you.

Yeah, I was just having
a little chat with Carlo.

Okay, Carlo.

After you called,
I wanted to meet with you

and give you a chance
to do the right thing.

What can I say?
I hurt my neck.

Okay.

- See you at Christmas.
- Don't threaten me.

Ehh, nice job
with the hidden camera.

Well, I am trusting, but I'm not stupid.

Well, why didn't you
tell me you put one up?

Because I wanted to be right about him.

It's not easy to admit that I'm right.

- Sometimes.
- All the time.

Okay, a lot.

You know, slip-and-fall scam
artists typically work in teams.

- He was very talented.
- Ugh.

Can't even believe
you're giving him props.

I'm just saying artists
come in all forms.

Hmm.
Unh-unh.

Are you are eating purse zeppole?

- He does do one thing right.
- Give me one!

These are really just
Italian doughnut holes.

- How dare you?
- I'm not saying they're bad.

"Not bad?"

You don't deserve them.
Give them to me.

- No, no way. I saved them.
- Give them to me.

Why are you staring
at me like that again?

I dare you to blink.

Blink.

Blink.

If you squint really hard like this,
you don't blink.

Blink.
Oh, god!

- So easy.
- Don't eat all of them, please!

I'm going to eat all of them.