Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 7, Episode 10 - For Richer or Poorer - full transcript
When a forensic accountant is gunned down in a park, Jane and Maura are drawn into a sophisticated Ponzi scheme. But the biggest surprise in the case is Jane's discovery that her prime suspect is someone from Maura's past. Jane also makes a life-changing career decision.
- Hi, Mom.
- Hi, baby.
- Mwah!
- Mm, mm!
I brought you a whole bunch of photos.
Oh!
Aww, thank you!
Yeah, anything to make this place
look a little more homey.
How you doing?
Me? I'm okay.
- Why?
- Oh, just 'cause, you know,
I mean, we had that conversation
about my work,
and, you know, we never...
You never really
brought it up again, so...
Neither did you.
Well, that's because you acted
like everything was fine,
and, you know, I didn't want to...
Well, that's what this mother does.
She acts like everything's okay...
even if it's not.
I know that it bothers you, Mom.
Look...
I wish I didn't say all of those things
I said the other day.
I-I wish I had said them differently.
But, honestly, it's... it's complicated.
I mean, I respect what you do.
But it's hard for me sometimes.
I get that, Ma.
I do.
Good morning.
Hi.
Hi. How are you?
I was up late last night.
Wait, don't tell me.
You attended a lecture on the life-span
of parasites in open wounds.
No.
No, I was volunteering
at Hope's clinic again,
and I want to thank you
for encouraging me.
Yeah, No problem. Any time.
Did you get Korsak's call
about the shooting?
I did, and I told him that
I would wait for you, so...
Well, we're off to the park.
Hm.
It's nothing dangerous.
Hm.
Hey.
I love you.
I love you, too.
It's so satisfying to really connect
with the patients that I'm helping.
You know, and Hope was so lovely.
You know, sharing
her passion for her work
really brought us closer together.
You know, last night, she
was telling me this story about...
I got a job offer.
What kind of job offer?
Uh...
A teaching offer.
Um, a... an instructor...
at the FBI Academy in Quantico.
What do you think?
Wow. I...
I-I don't know. What do you think?
I mean, it's a good job.
It's... good money, excellent benefits.
You know, but I'd have
to leave my family...
BPD, Boston.
I think it's extraordinary.
Just, I don't know if teaching
is just the thing for me.
Okay, so let's do the pros and cons.
Okay.
No more calls in
the middle of the night.
Yeah, but there's
not that much excitement
in a regular 9:00 to 5:00.
All right, but you don't have
to chase vicious criminals
into dangerous situations.
Okay, well, that's just good exercise.
I'm sure they have a gym.
Okay, how about this?
Uh, no one will be shooting at you.
And that's a good thing?
It is for your mother.
All right, well, just keep this
between us until I
figure out what I'm gonna do.
Of course. Thanks.
Beautiful morning in the park, Sergeant.
Not for this guy.
Jogger found him, called it in earlier.
Any witnesses?
No, it was too early. Nobody around.
That is some shotgun wound.
Yeah, I've got uniforms
searching the area for a murder weapon.
- Nothing yet.
- Well-dressed guy alone in the park.
Maybe it was a robbery.
Still had his wallet and a Rolex watch.
Name is Michael Steele, 1818 Deckard.
I sent Frankie to the house.
I'm gonna get Nina to do
a full background check.
Maura, what do you got?
Well, the fatal shotgun round
appears to be a double-aught buckshot.
Spread pattern indicates that the shots
were fired from
approximately 15 to 20 feet.
Looks like there might have
been someone in the bushes.
Branches are all broken,
and the ground's matted.
You think they were lying in wait?
That doesn't make any sense.
It's not a professional hit.
A pro wouldn't use a shotgun.
It's not a robbery. Nothing's taken.
Could be random.
I hate random.
Oh. I hope you're having
better luck than I did.
The victim had a very nice
apartment near Fenway,
but it was clean.
Everything was in its place.
However, I did...
find this cellphone
bill, which is weird,
because there was no
phone in the apartment
or with the body at the crime scene.
- Can you run this through
the tracking system? - Mm-hmm.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Well, what did you learn
about the victim?
Uh, he's a 42-year-old CPA
- with his own small firm.
- Mm-hmm.
Specializes in forensic accounting.
He freelances with a variety
of financial companies.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
No money problems, no criminal record,
no pending litigation.
Well, someone didn't like him.
Mm-hmm.
Okay, Nina...
what's wrong?
Did I do something or...
No.
It's got nothing to do
with you. Not really.
"Not really" means it has
everything to do with me.
My mother is in town.
Oh, I thought you and
your mother were close.
Yeah, but I don't like the way
she treats my boyfriends.
Okay.
It'll be fine.
You don't know how she is. How is she?
We got a location on the cellphone.
Nina says the victim's cellphone
is pinging off the tower
due east of here.
Call the number.
How the hell did his phone
get so far away from his body?
I don't know. Maybe
the murderer took it.
Killed him for his cellphone?
What's the world coming to?
Maybe he had something on the
phone that the murderer wanted.
Over here! We got another body!
Hey, call an ambulance!
This one's alive!
Vince Korsak. We need
an ambulance at the park.
Yeah.
We found another guy.
I'll check on him.
No, no, no. He's... He's still alive.
The ambulance is on its way.
He had the phone, and he had this.
Edward's the other guy?
Who's Edward?
My ex-husband.
What can I tell you about Edward Dunn?
I could think of a few
things I'd like to know.
All right.
- He came from a wealthy family.
- Mm-hmm.
His father, Phillip,
runs a large investment firm...
Dunn Global Holdings.
And Edward's a civic leader,
a philanthropist.
How long were the two of you married?
Well, we came to our senses,
and we had the marriage
annulled the next morning.
About the time the booze wore off.
We were young and foolish, not drunk.
This is a police station.
This is not "The Jerry Springer Show."
Maura's marriage has nothing
to do with our investigation,
so let's focus on the facts, shall we?
Yeah.
So, what can you tell us about
Edward pertaining to our case,
and not the marriage
that we know nothing about?
Well, I haven't seen him in years.
You know, I read recently in the paper
that he took over the company
because his father
died of a heart attack.
But that's about it.
Okay. Thank you, Maura.
So...
you'll let me know if
his condition improves?
Of course.
Okay.
What? I'm just curious.
Can you work up a
background of Edward Dunn, please?
Yeah.
So, what do you think Mr. Isles
was doing in the woods
with a dead man's cellphone?
I'd certainly like to ask him.
- What did the hospital say?
- He's stable.
Still in a coma, unable to speak.
Joann?
- Hi. How are you?
- Hi.
Good.
Been busy. You know...
Girl Scouts, Little League.
How's Ron?
Dad's okay.
Good. I'm glad to hear that.
Take care.
You too.
Wait. Angela.
I was sorry about what happened
between you and my dad.
- I never meant...
- You don't have to apologize.
We do what we have
to do for our children.
I just never thought that what
I said would break you guys up.
Well, your dad's a wonderful man
with a family that he loves,
and I just didn't want my stuff
to, uh, come between you two.
I saw a picture of
your little guy on Facebook...
- With the Legos.
- Yeah.
Yeah, so cute.
Thank you.
Mm.
Take care.
You too.
Hey.
I take it there were no surprises
- regarding cause of death.
- No.
He died of massive hemorrhaging
from a shotgun wound.
There was no other drugs
or alcohol in his system.
All of the
physiology was very unremarkable
and what we'd expect to find
in a healthy 42-year-old man.
What about the clothes for Edward Dunn?
There was some blood on his jacket
that matched the victim's.
Oh, and we found some gunshot
residue on Edward's coat.
Enough to make him the shooter?
Mm, it's hard to say.
But it doesn't rule
him out as a shooter?
No, it does not.
All right, well...
we will broaden our search
for the weapon.
Maybe he tossed it when he
was running from the scene.
He could have.
How's she doing?
Oh. I don't know. She's been very quiet.
All right.
Our victim and Edward
have nothing in common.
But starting about a week ago,
there's a series of calls between them
from their business phones.
Why would a big investment fund
go to a small accounting
firm with one accountant?
They might not have.
Our victim, Michael Steele,
was a forensic accountant...
a whistle-blower.
Nina uncovered a string of complaints
that he made to the SEC
about several investment firms.
I bet that made him popular
in financial circles.
Did he file a
complaint against Edward's firm?
- No.
- Maybe he was about to.
Dunn took over his
father's firm six months ago.
What if he's
suddenly got a whistle-blower
breathing down his neck
about financial improprieties?
Well, if Edward killed the
accountant, where's the shotgun?
Maybe Edward took some muscle
with him to pull the trigger,
and that person got away with the gun.
What do we know about
Edward's father's death six months ago?
Heart attack.
He was rushed to Bayview Hospital
and then pronounced dead in the ER.
Autopsy?
No. And the body was cremated.
A lot of people dying
around Maura's ex-husband.
I just discovered
something else about Edward.
- He's married.
- Yeah?
Okay. We'll need to talk to the wife.
I know where to find her.
Hey.
Uh, I got some information about Edward.
Okay. Um...
He's still married...
...to you.
Yes, I understand
that the annulment papers
were never filed.
What I don't understand is why.
Uh...
Okay, great. Thanks.
For nothing.
Sounds like that went well.
An old associate of my
Vegas divorce lawyer
looked into the situation,
and it seems the lawyer
had a massive stroke
before filing the annulment papers.
Well, then it's
official... You are married
to the prime suspect in
our murder investigation.
No, Ed... Edward had
nothing to do with this.
Well, now, that's just got
to be the wine talking,
because you don't make
definitive statements
about cases without proof.
Well, since my husband is a suspect
in an ongoing murder investigation,
then I must recuse myself...
which means that I am free
to guess, presume, and surmise,
hypothesize, theorize, even speculate.
Knock yourself out, girlie.
God!
Edward...
Edward isn't capable of murder.
He is a good, honest man.
And I would expect nothing
less of your husband, Maura,
but we need more than a
character recommendation.
We need real proof.
Well, I believe that
the blood on Edward's jacket
was transfer, not spatter.
Okay, what about the gunshot residue?
It's minimal.
I think it came from
touching the victim, not firing a gun.
Why would he take
the victim's cellphone?
- To call 911.
- He didn't make the call.
Because someone was shooting at him.
We don't have proof.
No.
No, but I found a small
hole with a rounded edge
on the sleeve of Edward's jacket,
and it could easily be a piece
of buckshot that nicked him.
You're guessing, Maura.
I'm just following my gut, like you do.
Well, if you're right, there
would be buckshot in the trees
in the same direction
that Edward was running.
Well, that would be the proof
that we both are looking for.
I'll send CRSU back out
there first thing tomorrow morning.
So, is there a reason that you
didn't tell us about Edward?
It's just so far in the past.
And that makes it not important?
No. No, it just...
It makes it a really long story.
Well, good thing we got
two bottles of wine.
We met in college.
He was cute and fun, and, you know,
we had a passionate
relationship for a few months.
And then his mother didn't think
I was good enough for him,
and she wanted him to marry a debutante.
So Elvis and Priscilla ran off to Vegas.
Yeah, that was us being rebellious.
We had a wild weekend, got married,
and woke up the next day
and realized that we
had made a very big mistake.
Why was it a mistake?
Because I wanted to go
to med school and Tilly...
- Wait, wait, wait. Who's Tilly?
- His mom.
She wasn't gonna allow Edward
to leave Boston to go with me.
So it ended as fast as it started.
Are you sure about that?
'Cause he's still carrying
a picture of you
- around in his wallet.
- Yeah, I can't explain that.
But ending it was the right
thing to do for me.
It's hard to make
those life choices, but...
it was the right thing to do.
Are you talking about
me and the FBI now?
No.
Good.
You know what I was thinking?
I bet you're gonna get
a 10% employee discount
at the FBI gift shop.
Okay, now, thatisa reason
to move to Virginia.
I wonder what Tilly's gonna say
when she finds out you're
still married to her son.
Oh. She's not gonna be happy.
That witch controls
everything in that family.
- Witch?!
- Mm.
Wow. Now you sound like
the angry daughter-in-law.
Must be the wine talking.
Mm-hmm.
Education?
Uh, just high school
and the police academy.
No. When my mom grills you,
you need to sell yourself more.
What am I... A used car?
For the minute, yeah.
Well, after graduating with honors
from Saint Dominic's High School, I...
felt the calling for public service,
- and I enrolled in the police academy.
- Okay.
Graduated second in my class.
Can you tell me a little bit
about your work history?
For the last three years,
I've been a homicide detective
with the Boston Police Department.
My conviction rate is over 90%,
and someday I hope to
be the chief of police.
You do?
No.
I'm just trying to sell myself.
What about your finances?
Well, I contribute regularly to my IRA.
At 55, I'm gonna be eligible
for my full pension
at 80% of my salary.
- Health?
- Excellent.
Any mental illness in your family?
Have you met my mother?
No, no, no jokes, Frankie.
Especially about mothers.
All right, no mother jokes.
Maybe we should just forget it,
act like we're not dating.
You're joking, right?
Uh, was your son
under any amount of stress?
Not that I was aware of.
Well, I know he works for the company.
How is the firm doing? Very well.
Profits are up, and our customer
base is expanding.
The company's on solid financial
footing with Edward now.
Do you work for the company?
No.
Dunn Global Holdings
has many of their clients
invested in my hedge fund...
which happens to be
at an all-time high.
Uh, was there any bad blood
between your husband and your son?
I don't understand why you're
asking all these questions
about my family and our business.
Just routine background information.
Did you know Michael Steele?
I saw on television
that he was shot in the park.
Do you know why your son
would be associating
with an accountant
and a whistle-blower?
Is my son a suspect?
He's a person of interest.
In a homicide?
I can't believe it.
Well, I shouldn't be surprised.
I saw that Maura Isles is
involved in this investigation.
So this is a way for her
to get back at our family
after all these years.
Hello?
Oh, thank you, thank you.
Yes, we will be right in.
Edward's awake. The
doctor is in there with him.
- The worst is over now.
- Oh, I doubt that.
I would like to speak to him.
My son just came out of a coma.
I am not about to let you
accuse him of murder.
Hey.
CRSU found buckshot in the trees.
Fired in the same direction
Edward was running?
Well, someone was trying to shoot him.
Probably with the same gun.
So Michael and Edward were both targets.
Well, Edward was just a little
luckier than Michael.
Well, get the buckshot
down to the crime lab.
Maybe we can get fingerprints
or DNA off it
- if it was handloaded.
- I already sent it to Kent.
And call Jane and let
her know she was right.
Looks like Edward's no longer a suspect.
No, Ma.
What do you think you're doing here?
If you've come to accuse him of murder,
I am calling our lawyer.
I'm here to tell you that
Edward is no longer a suspect.
We've found evidence
that he was actually
the target of the shooting.
What evidence?
There was buckshot fired in the
direction that he was running.
I don't give a damn what you found.
I want you to leave my son alone.
Your son is now a witness in a homicide.
I don't need your permission
to talk to him.
Edward, we're all very sorry
about what you've been through.
Can you remember anything
about the person
that was shooting at you?
I don't have anything to say to you.
You understand that you're
no longer a suspect
and we could really use your help?
I just told you... I
don't have anything to say to you.
Can you leave my room?
I just don't get it.
Why wouldn't he tell me
who's trying to kill him?
Well, maybe he doesn't know.
Well, why wouldn't he just say that?
I mean, clearly,
he's covering for someone.
Well, it sounds like Tilly pulled ranks
to protect the family and the firm.
Okay, well, that doesn't
make sense, either.
If somebody's trying to kill her son,
why wouldn't she talk to me?
I don't know.
Well, can you talk to him?
I'm willing to try.
All right, and you need to convince him
that finding a killer is more important
than saving the family's reputation.
Well, that's gonna be
hard to do with Tilly there.
Yeah, I know. I got an idea.
Oh. Aah!
Aah! Still too hot.
The precise cooking time of
this oven seems to elude me.
You start eating ramen in college?
No.
This is not very popular
with the old Weegie.
- It's not fried.
- Hm.
No, I discovered this delicious
delicacy in the army.
Food of the gods.
You need to get out more.
Oh, you don't know what
you're missing, Sergeant.
Well, while I'm missing it,
could you bring me up to speed
- on the buckshot?
- Ah, yes.
We couldn't retrieve any DNA
or even a partial print
as it's a commonly used
machine-packed ammo.
I was afraid of that.
But I did discover trace amounts of rust
on many of the pellets.
- Lead doesn't rust.
- No.
I believe the pellets
picked up the particles
from a rusty shotgun barrel.
So this got me thinking, "In turn,
what could the pellets have
picked up from said barrel?"
A curious mind is a wondrous thing.
Well, I decided to indulge my curiosity
with further metallurgy tests.
I discovered that the pellets
picked up trace particles
of a hardened steel laminate
with a carbon point of .06.
- We need to check with the FBI
firearms database. - I did.
This specific steel
laminate was used by one gunmaker...
Bercotti, between 1911 and 1912.
There are fewer than 40
of these rare shotguns
still in existence.
Did you also find out
who in Boston might own one?
Ah. That's where I pass the baton.
That'syourjob, Sergeant.
Oh!
Oh!
I'm happy to share if you like.
Another time, maybe.
I have no intention
of answering any more
of your questions, Detective Rizzoli,
so if you have more questions,
contact my lawyer.
I'm so sorry for the disruption.
How are you feeling, honey?
I'm feeling better.
Although I am dying
for a cup of chicken soup.
Well, then I will walk
across the street to the deli
and get you some.
I was hoping you would say that.
Thank you, Mother.
Long time no see.
I think that was your doing.
I recall it being a mutual decision.
Hi.
Hi.
You look good.
So do you.
Uh, you come all the way
down here just to lie to me?
Absolutely not.
Okay, so then let's just agree
that I look okay
under the circumstances.
Speaking of which,
what's going on, Edward?
Nothing, really.
Wrong place, wrong time.
You were carrying around
our 20-year-old wedding photo.
I found it in a box the other day.
Reminded me of a carefree time.
Now who's lying?
I think you were carrying it around
because you're in some kind of trouble
and you thought I was the one
person in law enforcement
who you can trust.
You still know how I think.
You still think you can trust me?
Absolutely.
Okay, then let me help you.
Tell me what's going on.
My... My mother's gonna be back soon.
You want to get out of here?
After I took over the company,
I found something in my father's
private accounting ledgers
that I can't explain.
What did you find?
My father was making payments
to several clients
through an old company of his,
but he was using funds
from our family's holdings.
Well, that's unethical
and maybe illegal.
Right, and not anything like my father.
Is that why you hired Michael Steele?
I thought that I needed
a forensic accountant
to get to the bottom of it.
A couple of days ago, he calls me,
and he says that he'd found
out what my father had done.
And so we agreed to
get together to discuss it.
Why meet at the park?
I wanted to keep my meeting a secret
until I knew what was going on.
But when I got to the location...
Michael had been shot.
I checked his pulse,
and I grabbed his cellphone to call 911.
Then somebody shot at me.
I took off running.
Did you get a look at the shooter?
No. He was shooting from the bushes.
Falling down that hill...
That's the last thing I
remember before waking up here.
What about the accounting ledger
that you were supposed to go over?
There was nothing around
Michael when I found him.
So whoever killed him
might have taken the documents
and was waiting to shoot you.
Who else knows about these documents?
I found them on my father's computer,
and then I destroyed the hard drive.
But he hid a second copy
of the documents at his house.
Well, we need to see those documents,
figure out who's trying to kill him.
I'm on my way there now.
Well, we don't have a warrant,
and, personally, I don't think
we have enough evidence to get one.
Well, any reason that his wife
couldn't go over to the house
and get the documents and
turn them over to the police?
Well, did you tell him
you're still married?
Of course.
And he knows you're going to his house?
He gave me a key. He
wants me to have the copies.
Ooh, I think we're starting
to see that wild and crazy
Maura Isles again.
See you back at BPD.
Ma.
Nina's mom is here right now.
They're outside parking, and they're
gonna be in here in a minute.
Oh. Mother's first meeting.
Yeah. We're pretending we're not dating.
Why are you doing that?
Long story.
Bottom line,
Nina's not ready to introduce
her mom to her boyfriend.
So why are you two bringing her here?
She surprised us at work.
And Nina introduced me as a coworker,
and then her mom invited me
to join them for lunch, so...
Do not lie to her mother.
I'm not lying to her, I'm just
going along with Nina's plan.
Yeah, well, moms are smart.
Don't think you're gonna fool her.
We will if you play along.
- No.
- Hi, Angela.
- Hi, Nina!
- Hey!
I want you to meet my mom... Catherine.
Hello, Catherine. Pleasure to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
Nina was just telling me about you
and how you looked out for her here.
Thank you.
Well, you have a terrific daughter.
Yes, I do. I'm very proud of her.
We've been through a lot together and...
we can tell each other anything.
You know, the thing I admire
most about her is her honesty.
I'm sure you feel the same
way about your son.
Okay, that's enough. I
know what you're doing.
She knows we're dating.
I figured it out the
moment I saw you two.
I told you. You know,
these kids think we're stupid.
We ain't stupid.
Mnh-mnh!
But you know what?
I'm glad we got this little
game out of the way.
That way, we can get to
know each other better.
Yeah.
You don't mind if I grab Frankie
for a little chat, do you?
Oh, no. Please. Take him.
Oh.
Excuse us, dear. This
is gonna take a while.
Let's go.
Oh, please.
Yeah.
I've been researching
1912 Bercotti shotguns.
They're a real rare prize
for gun collectors,
'cause they only made about 500.
Well, there can't be
a lot of those around.
No. Only 18 in the United States.
One was auctioned off
in Boston seven months ago.
Guess who bought it.
I don't believe those belong to you.
I'll take them right now.
How did you know I was here?
My son can't keep anything from me.
Well, then you know that he asked me
to hold on to these documents.
And I have decided that
it's best if I have them.
Why do you want them?
Let's just say they're
important to my family.
Well, they're also important to
whoever tried to kill your son.
And that person will not
stop until they have them.
I just don't believe that these papers
are more important to you
than your son's life.
I am trying to protect him.
So am I.
And I don't know what is going on here,
but I don't think that Edward
had anything to do with it.
And I don't believe
that you are a killer.
I can help you, but you're
going to have to trust me.
That's Detective Rizzoli.
If I don't answer, she's gonna
know that something is wrong.
I'll put it on speaker.
Okay.
Okay.
Jane, what's up?
We traced the shotgun to Noah Brenner.
It looks like he's our shooter.
- Do you know why?
- No, not yet.
But the answer has to
be in those papers,
so we need them for motive.
I will bring them back to BPD.
Oh, we're gonna go pick up Brenner,
so we'll meet you back here.
Okay.
Now it all makes sense.
It was Noah who told Edward and me
not to talk to the police.
He was sure there was
something in the documents
that would tarnish
my husband's reputation
and destroy our business.
So he asked you to get the documents.
He said he would
help me protect the firm.
It's obvious the only thing
he was interested in protecting
was his own ass.
Well, whatever's in these papers,
he was willing to kill
in order to keep secret.
Will you help me figure
out what that is?
I'll try.
What's going on, Angela?
Um, I'm spying on Frankie.
I mean with you and me.
Uh, I... I don't know what you mean.
Joann said she ran into you in the park.
Yeah, it was really nice to see her.
And she finally told me
about the conversation
that you two had
right after the shooting.
Okay.
And you broke up with me
because of what she said.
Well, listen, Joann was just
doing what she thought was best.
I don't give a damn what Joann thought.
Well, don't be mad at her.
I'm not. I'm mad at you.
Look, Joann has a right
to feel any way she wants,
they're her feelings, not mine.
Okay. And if my being with you
meant that I was at slightly more risk
of getting shot at, then so be it.
It's a risk I'm willing to take.
I didn't know that.
So you broke up with me
under false pretenses.
So I reject your breakup.
You do?
Yeah.
Unless you can stand there
and honestly tell me
that you don't love me
the way I love you.
You love me?
Yes.
I do.
Stop.
Any luck?
Tilly and I figured out
what was going on.
How did you get Cruella de Vil to help?
I convinced her that we're
on the same side.
What did you find out?
Well, after his father's death,
Edward couldn't figure out
why his dad had written
large checks out of
the family's account.
Tilly recognized that all the checks
went to clients that Phillip had
put into Noah's hedge fund.
Why would he do that?
Tilly thinks there could
be only one reason,
that Noah was running a Ponzi scheme.
So Phillip must have
figured out what was going on.
And he was trying to pay back
his clients with his own money.
But then Noah found out
that Edward was looking into it,
and he had to stop him.
And Noah couldn't let people
know what Edward's dad
was doing and shine
too much light on his fund.
The only way to keep
the Ponzi scheme going
was keep those documents secret.
Yeah, he killed a man to do it.
Are you bringing Noah in?
We went to his office, he wasn't there.
We're gonna try his estate,
and see if we can find him.
Don't, he's right here.
Maura? Maura?!
Are you all right?
I'm all right.
I'm all right.
The documents are
all... all over the floor.
- Where are you?
- Winchester Road,
just a couple of miles south
of Edward's estate.
We're close.
All right, sit tight.
We'll be right there.
He's got a gun.
He's got a gun!
Maura! Hang on!
Stop right there!
I want those documents!
You shoot...
You shoot me, and they go
right over the edge with me.
You'll never have time to retrieve them
before the police get here.
You're right. We can make a deal.
A deal?
Yeah, a mutually beneficial arrangement
between two reasonable people.
What do you have in mind?
You give me the documents,
and I let you walk.
In order for an agreement
like that to work,
there has to be trust between
the parties involved.
What do you need me to do?
Make me understand how a smart man
gets involved in a Ponzi scheme.
What difference does it make?
It will help me judge
just how desperate you are.
Why do you care?
Desperate people can't be trusted.
And we agreed that we need
to trust each other.
People with my kind of money
are never desperate.
We can buy our way out of anything.
Until you meet someone as rich as you.
Trust me, you're not as rich as me.
I was talking about Edward
and his father.
You couldn't buy them.
And now I don't have to.
You have the last set of documents.
So my plan is simple...
I either buy you or I kill you.
There's no other way out for you.
Or for you.
And there's no way I would ever
make that kind of a deal.
It's over, Noah.
You've forced my hand.
At least I'll be able to run.
Put the gun down. Very slowly.
I don't want to shoot you, but I will.
Oh, we wouldn't want to
scratch this beauty.
Where did you come from?
Well, those shotguns have hair triggers.
We parked around the corner,
figured the element of
surprise was important.
Surprise.
You all right?
I am now.
Where's my mom?
Oh, she's downstairs,
grabbing a cup of coffee.
She'll be right up.
Why are you smiling?
Because we really hit it off.
How is that possible?
- Hey.
- Hey.
Oh, so did you go with the dark roast?
Mm-hmm. It's great with
the hazelnut cream.
I really love that.
- It is, yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah, right?
Okay, what's going on here?
I don't know what you're
talking about, dear.
You're both standing here
like it was fun and games.
Because we had a great time.
There is no way he could have
stood up to your interrogation
and come out with that
smile on his face.
I didn't interrogate him.
We just had a lovely chat.
Yeah, she's right. It was nice, yeah.
Why didn't you ask him all
the crazy-ass questions
you asked all of my other boyfriends?
Simple. I liked this
one right off the bat.
Now, I wasn't crazy about
the relationship deception
you two pulled, but...
I figured it was all your idea.
Mm-hmm.
Hey, how about we all
go out to dinner, huh?
That sounds good. Nina?
Yeah, I'd like that.
Frankie, would you get my coat?
- It's on my chair.
- Sure.
You know I love you, right?
Mm-hmm.
But if you screw up this relationship,
I will come down on you like
a pack of hungry wolves.
I was about to say the same
thing to you, sweetheart.
We good?
We're great.
Great.
Okay, so I'm thinking Vitello's.
I think that bump on your head
has altered your thinking.
Uh, no, I'm serious. I think
my mother actually likes you.
Tolerates is a more
accurate description.
All right. Who would have thought
that we would end up here
after all these years?
Life is unpredictable.
Yeah. I'll say.
So are you ready to come inside?
Are we really gonna do this, Maura?
It's been a long time. I don't
think we have a choice.
All right.
- Hi.
- Hi!
- Hey!
- The happy couple!
Oh, gosh! Look at this cake!
I know. Ma went all out.
Thank you.
Oh, sure.
So what do we do now?
Well, we can't have cake
until you sign the divorce
papers, and... and I want cake.
- Yeah.
- Cake.
Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake!
Sign 'em, Maura. Ladies first.
Okay.
All right.
And by the powers not vested in me,
I pronounce you happily divorced.
Who knew a divorce party
could be so much fun?
Let's never have one, okay?
Okay.
Mmm. Ooh.
All right, you have to tell us
all about Maura's wild years.
- Come on.
- Ooh.
Did she ever tell you
about the time she tried out
to be a professional female wrestler?
You're kidding me.
WWF was in town.
It was her opportunity
to protest gender inequality
in popular culture.
I have to take notes.
No, seriously. She came up with a name.
Oh?
Maura the Mauler. She had a costume.
What?!
You're so right.
This is the best way
to celebrate a divorce.
Well, you know, I figure
a divorce should be
as much fun as the wedding.
Thank you for throwing the party.
Yeah, sure.
It's not every day that
your best friend gets divorced.
Um...
You've decided to take
the job, haven't you?
Yes, I have.
I think it's the right thing to do.
I'm proud of you.
Really?
Yeah, I know change is hard.
And it's scary to face the unknown,
but we have more to do in our lives.
Yeah.
Thanks for supporting me.
That's what best friends do.
Here's to change.
To change.
And maybe collared shirts.
No! No, God, no!
That is never gonna
happen ...not even at the Bureau.
Oh, but here's some good news.
Uh, the employee discount
at the FBI in the gift shop...
25% off.
You know I can't resist a sale.
Mm-hmm.
- Hi, baby.
- Mwah!
- Mm, mm!
I brought you a whole bunch of photos.
Oh!
Aww, thank you!
Yeah, anything to make this place
look a little more homey.
How you doing?
Me? I'm okay.
- Why?
- Oh, just 'cause, you know,
I mean, we had that conversation
about my work,
and, you know, we never...
You never really
brought it up again, so...
Neither did you.
Well, that's because you acted
like everything was fine,
and, you know, I didn't want to...
Well, that's what this mother does.
She acts like everything's okay...
even if it's not.
I know that it bothers you, Mom.
Look...
I wish I didn't say all of those things
I said the other day.
I-I wish I had said them differently.
But, honestly, it's... it's complicated.
I mean, I respect what you do.
But it's hard for me sometimes.
I get that, Ma.
I do.
Good morning.
Hi.
Hi. How are you?
I was up late last night.
Wait, don't tell me.
You attended a lecture on the life-span
of parasites in open wounds.
No.
No, I was volunteering
at Hope's clinic again,
and I want to thank you
for encouraging me.
Yeah, No problem. Any time.
Did you get Korsak's call
about the shooting?
I did, and I told him that
I would wait for you, so...
Well, we're off to the park.
Hm.
It's nothing dangerous.
Hm.
Hey.
I love you.
I love you, too.
It's so satisfying to really connect
with the patients that I'm helping.
You know, and Hope was so lovely.
You know, sharing
her passion for her work
really brought us closer together.
You know, last night, she
was telling me this story about...
I got a job offer.
What kind of job offer?
Uh...
A teaching offer.
Um, a... an instructor...
at the FBI Academy in Quantico.
What do you think?
Wow. I...
I-I don't know. What do you think?
I mean, it's a good job.
It's... good money, excellent benefits.
You know, but I'd have
to leave my family...
BPD, Boston.
I think it's extraordinary.
Just, I don't know if teaching
is just the thing for me.
Okay, so let's do the pros and cons.
Okay.
No more calls in
the middle of the night.
Yeah, but there's
not that much excitement
in a regular 9:00 to 5:00.
All right, but you don't have
to chase vicious criminals
into dangerous situations.
Okay, well, that's just good exercise.
I'm sure they have a gym.
Okay, how about this?
Uh, no one will be shooting at you.
And that's a good thing?
It is for your mother.
All right, well, just keep this
between us until I
figure out what I'm gonna do.
Of course. Thanks.
Beautiful morning in the park, Sergeant.
Not for this guy.
Jogger found him, called it in earlier.
Any witnesses?
No, it was too early. Nobody around.
That is some shotgun wound.
Yeah, I've got uniforms
searching the area for a murder weapon.
- Nothing yet.
- Well-dressed guy alone in the park.
Maybe it was a robbery.
Still had his wallet and a Rolex watch.
Name is Michael Steele, 1818 Deckard.
I sent Frankie to the house.
I'm gonna get Nina to do
a full background check.
Maura, what do you got?
Well, the fatal shotgun round
appears to be a double-aught buckshot.
Spread pattern indicates that the shots
were fired from
approximately 15 to 20 feet.
Looks like there might have
been someone in the bushes.
Branches are all broken,
and the ground's matted.
You think they were lying in wait?
That doesn't make any sense.
It's not a professional hit.
A pro wouldn't use a shotgun.
It's not a robbery. Nothing's taken.
Could be random.
I hate random.
Oh. I hope you're having
better luck than I did.
The victim had a very nice
apartment near Fenway,
but it was clean.
Everything was in its place.
However, I did...
find this cellphone
bill, which is weird,
because there was no
phone in the apartment
or with the body at the crime scene.
- Can you run this through
the tracking system? - Mm-hmm.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Well, what did you learn
about the victim?
Uh, he's a 42-year-old CPA
- with his own small firm.
- Mm-hmm.
Specializes in forensic accounting.
He freelances with a variety
of financial companies.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
No money problems, no criminal record,
no pending litigation.
Well, someone didn't like him.
Mm-hmm.
Okay, Nina...
what's wrong?
Did I do something or...
No.
It's got nothing to do
with you. Not really.
"Not really" means it has
everything to do with me.
My mother is in town.
Oh, I thought you and
your mother were close.
Yeah, but I don't like the way
she treats my boyfriends.
Okay.
It'll be fine.
You don't know how she is. How is she?
We got a location on the cellphone.
Nina says the victim's cellphone
is pinging off the tower
due east of here.
Call the number.
How the hell did his phone
get so far away from his body?
I don't know. Maybe
the murderer took it.
Killed him for his cellphone?
What's the world coming to?
Maybe he had something on the
phone that the murderer wanted.
Over here! We got another body!
Hey, call an ambulance!
This one's alive!
Vince Korsak. We need
an ambulance at the park.
Yeah.
We found another guy.
I'll check on him.
No, no, no. He's... He's still alive.
The ambulance is on its way.
He had the phone, and he had this.
Edward's the other guy?
Who's Edward?
My ex-husband.
What can I tell you about Edward Dunn?
I could think of a few
things I'd like to know.
All right.
- He came from a wealthy family.
- Mm-hmm.
His father, Phillip,
runs a large investment firm...
Dunn Global Holdings.
And Edward's a civic leader,
a philanthropist.
How long were the two of you married?
Well, we came to our senses,
and we had the marriage
annulled the next morning.
About the time the booze wore off.
We were young and foolish, not drunk.
This is a police station.
This is not "The Jerry Springer Show."
Maura's marriage has nothing
to do with our investigation,
so let's focus on the facts, shall we?
Yeah.
So, what can you tell us about
Edward pertaining to our case,
and not the marriage
that we know nothing about?
Well, I haven't seen him in years.
You know, I read recently in the paper
that he took over the company
because his father
died of a heart attack.
But that's about it.
Okay. Thank you, Maura.
So...
you'll let me know if
his condition improves?
Of course.
Okay.
What? I'm just curious.
Can you work up a
background of Edward Dunn, please?
Yeah.
So, what do you think Mr. Isles
was doing in the woods
with a dead man's cellphone?
I'd certainly like to ask him.
- What did the hospital say?
- He's stable.
Still in a coma, unable to speak.
Joann?
- Hi. How are you?
- Hi.
Good.
Been busy. You know...
Girl Scouts, Little League.
How's Ron?
Dad's okay.
Good. I'm glad to hear that.
Take care.
You too.
Wait. Angela.
I was sorry about what happened
between you and my dad.
- I never meant...
- You don't have to apologize.
We do what we have
to do for our children.
I just never thought that what
I said would break you guys up.
Well, your dad's a wonderful man
with a family that he loves,
and I just didn't want my stuff
to, uh, come between you two.
I saw a picture of
your little guy on Facebook...
- With the Legos.
- Yeah.
Yeah, so cute.
Thank you.
Mm.
Take care.
You too.
Hey.
I take it there were no surprises
- regarding cause of death.
- No.
He died of massive hemorrhaging
from a shotgun wound.
There was no other drugs
or alcohol in his system.
All of the
physiology was very unremarkable
and what we'd expect to find
in a healthy 42-year-old man.
What about the clothes for Edward Dunn?
There was some blood on his jacket
that matched the victim's.
Oh, and we found some gunshot
residue on Edward's coat.
Enough to make him the shooter?
Mm, it's hard to say.
But it doesn't rule
him out as a shooter?
No, it does not.
All right, well...
we will broaden our search
for the weapon.
Maybe he tossed it when he
was running from the scene.
He could have.
How's she doing?
Oh. I don't know. She's been very quiet.
All right.
Our victim and Edward
have nothing in common.
But starting about a week ago,
there's a series of calls between them
from their business phones.
Why would a big investment fund
go to a small accounting
firm with one accountant?
They might not have.
Our victim, Michael Steele,
was a forensic accountant...
a whistle-blower.
Nina uncovered a string of complaints
that he made to the SEC
about several investment firms.
I bet that made him popular
in financial circles.
Did he file a
complaint against Edward's firm?
- No.
- Maybe he was about to.
Dunn took over his
father's firm six months ago.
What if he's
suddenly got a whistle-blower
breathing down his neck
about financial improprieties?
Well, if Edward killed the
accountant, where's the shotgun?
Maybe Edward took some muscle
with him to pull the trigger,
and that person got away with the gun.
What do we know about
Edward's father's death six months ago?
Heart attack.
He was rushed to Bayview Hospital
and then pronounced dead in the ER.
Autopsy?
No. And the body was cremated.
A lot of people dying
around Maura's ex-husband.
I just discovered
something else about Edward.
- He's married.
- Yeah?
Okay. We'll need to talk to the wife.
I know where to find her.
Hey.
Uh, I got some information about Edward.
Okay. Um...
He's still married...
...to you.
Yes, I understand
that the annulment papers
were never filed.
What I don't understand is why.
Uh...
Okay, great. Thanks.
For nothing.
Sounds like that went well.
An old associate of my
Vegas divorce lawyer
looked into the situation,
and it seems the lawyer
had a massive stroke
before filing the annulment papers.
Well, then it's
official... You are married
to the prime suspect in
our murder investigation.
No, Ed... Edward had
nothing to do with this.
Well, now, that's just got
to be the wine talking,
because you don't make
definitive statements
about cases without proof.
Well, since my husband is a suspect
in an ongoing murder investigation,
then I must recuse myself...
which means that I am free
to guess, presume, and surmise,
hypothesize, theorize, even speculate.
Knock yourself out, girlie.
God!
Edward...
Edward isn't capable of murder.
He is a good, honest man.
And I would expect nothing
less of your husband, Maura,
but we need more than a
character recommendation.
We need real proof.
Well, I believe that
the blood on Edward's jacket
was transfer, not spatter.
Okay, what about the gunshot residue?
It's minimal.
I think it came from
touching the victim, not firing a gun.
Why would he take
the victim's cellphone?
- To call 911.
- He didn't make the call.
Because someone was shooting at him.
We don't have proof.
No.
No, but I found a small
hole with a rounded edge
on the sleeve of Edward's jacket,
and it could easily be a piece
of buckshot that nicked him.
You're guessing, Maura.
I'm just following my gut, like you do.
Well, if you're right, there
would be buckshot in the trees
in the same direction
that Edward was running.
Well, that would be the proof
that we both are looking for.
I'll send CRSU back out
there first thing tomorrow morning.
So, is there a reason that you
didn't tell us about Edward?
It's just so far in the past.
And that makes it not important?
No. No, it just...
It makes it a really long story.
Well, good thing we got
two bottles of wine.
We met in college.
He was cute and fun, and, you know,
we had a passionate
relationship for a few months.
And then his mother didn't think
I was good enough for him,
and she wanted him to marry a debutante.
So Elvis and Priscilla ran off to Vegas.
Yeah, that was us being rebellious.
We had a wild weekend, got married,
and woke up the next day
and realized that we
had made a very big mistake.
Why was it a mistake?
Because I wanted to go
to med school and Tilly...
- Wait, wait, wait. Who's Tilly?
- His mom.
She wasn't gonna allow Edward
to leave Boston to go with me.
So it ended as fast as it started.
Are you sure about that?
'Cause he's still carrying
a picture of you
- around in his wallet.
- Yeah, I can't explain that.
But ending it was the right
thing to do for me.
It's hard to make
those life choices, but...
it was the right thing to do.
Are you talking about
me and the FBI now?
No.
Good.
You know what I was thinking?
I bet you're gonna get
a 10% employee discount
at the FBI gift shop.
Okay, now, thatisa reason
to move to Virginia.
I wonder what Tilly's gonna say
when she finds out you're
still married to her son.
Oh. She's not gonna be happy.
That witch controls
everything in that family.
- Witch?!
- Mm.
Wow. Now you sound like
the angry daughter-in-law.
Must be the wine talking.
Mm-hmm.
Education?
Uh, just high school
and the police academy.
No. When my mom grills you,
you need to sell yourself more.
What am I... A used car?
For the minute, yeah.
Well, after graduating with honors
from Saint Dominic's High School, I...
felt the calling for public service,
- and I enrolled in the police academy.
- Okay.
Graduated second in my class.
Can you tell me a little bit
about your work history?
For the last three years,
I've been a homicide detective
with the Boston Police Department.
My conviction rate is over 90%,
and someday I hope to
be the chief of police.
You do?
No.
I'm just trying to sell myself.
What about your finances?
Well, I contribute regularly to my IRA.
At 55, I'm gonna be eligible
for my full pension
at 80% of my salary.
- Health?
- Excellent.
Any mental illness in your family?
Have you met my mother?
No, no, no jokes, Frankie.
Especially about mothers.
All right, no mother jokes.
Maybe we should just forget it,
act like we're not dating.
You're joking, right?
Uh, was your son
under any amount of stress?
Not that I was aware of.
Well, I know he works for the company.
How is the firm doing? Very well.
Profits are up, and our customer
base is expanding.
The company's on solid financial
footing with Edward now.
Do you work for the company?
No.
Dunn Global Holdings
has many of their clients
invested in my hedge fund...
which happens to be
at an all-time high.
Uh, was there any bad blood
between your husband and your son?
I don't understand why you're
asking all these questions
about my family and our business.
Just routine background information.
Did you know Michael Steele?
I saw on television
that he was shot in the park.
Do you know why your son
would be associating
with an accountant
and a whistle-blower?
Is my son a suspect?
He's a person of interest.
In a homicide?
I can't believe it.
Well, I shouldn't be surprised.
I saw that Maura Isles is
involved in this investigation.
So this is a way for her
to get back at our family
after all these years.
Hello?
Oh, thank you, thank you.
Yes, we will be right in.
Edward's awake. The
doctor is in there with him.
- The worst is over now.
- Oh, I doubt that.
I would like to speak to him.
My son just came out of a coma.
I am not about to let you
accuse him of murder.
Hey.
CRSU found buckshot in the trees.
Fired in the same direction
Edward was running?
Well, someone was trying to shoot him.
Probably with the same gun.
So Michael and Edward were both targets.
Well, Edward was just a little
luckier than Michael.
Well, get the buckshot
down to the crime lab.
Maybe we can get fingerprints
or DNA off it
- if it was handloaded.
- I already sent it to Kent.
And call Jane and let
her know she was right.
Looks like Edward's no longer a suspect.
No, Ma.
What do you think you're doing here?
If you've come to accuse him of murder,
I am calling our lawyer.
I'm here to tell you that
Edward is no longer a suspect.
We've found evidence
that he was actually
the target of the shooting.
What evidence?
There was buckshot fired in the
direction that he was running.
I don't give a damn what you found.
I want you to leave my son alone.
Your son is now a witness in a homicide.
I don't need your permission
to talk to him.
Edward, we're all very sorry
about what you've been through.
Can you remember anything
about the person
that was shooting at you?
I don't have anything to say to you.
You understand that you're
no longer a suspect
and we could really use your help?
I just told you... I
don't have anything to say to you.
Can you leave my room?
I just don't get it.
Why wouldn't he tell me
who's trying to kill him?
Well, maybe he doesn't know.
Well, why wouldn't he just say that?
I mean, clearly,
he's covering for someone.
Well, it sounds like Tilly pulled ranks
to protect the family and the firm.
Okay, well, that doesn't
make sense, either.
If somebody's trying to kill her son,
why wouldn't she talk to me?
I don't know.
Well, can you talk to him?
I'm willing to try.
All right, and you need to convince him
that finding a killer is more important
than saving the family's reputation.
Well, that's gonna be
hard to do with Tilly there.
Yeah, I know. I got an idea.
Oh. Aah!
Aah! Still too hot.
The precise cooking time of
this oven seems to elude me.
You start eating ramen in college?
No.
This is not very popular
with the old Weegie.
- It's not fried.
- Hm.
No, I discovered this delicious
delicacy in the army.
Food of the gods.
You need to get out more.
Oh, you don't know what
you're missing, Sergeant.
Well, while I'm missing it,
could you bring me up to speed
- on the buckshot?
- Ah, yes.
We couldn't retrieve any DNA
or even a partial print
as it's a commonly used
machine-packed ammo.
I was afraid of that.
But I did discover trace amounts of rust
on many of the pellets.
- Lead doesn't rust.
- No.
I believe the pellets
picked up the particles
from a rusty shotgun barrel.
So this got me thinking, "In turn,
what could the pellets have
picked up from said barrel?"
A curious mind is a wondrous thing.
Well, I decided to indulge my curiosity
with further metallurgy tests.
I discovered that the pellets
picked up trace particles
of a hardened steel laminate
with a carbon point of .06.
- We need to check with the FBI
firearms database. - I did.
This specific steel
laminate was used by one gunmaker...
Bercotti, between 1911 and 1912.
There are fewer than 40
of these rare shotguns
still in existence.
Did you also find out
who in Boston might own one?
Ah. That's where I pass the baton.
That'syourjob, Sergeant.
Oh!
Oh!
I'm happy to share if you like.
Another time, maybe.
I have no intention
of answering any more
of your questions, Detective Rizzoli,
so if you have more questions,
contact my lawyer.
I'm so sorry for the disruption.
How are you feeling, honey?
I'm feeling better.
Although I am dying
for a cup of chicken soup.
Well, then I will walk
across the street to the deli
and get you some.
I was hoping you would say that.
Thank you, Mother.
Long time no see.
I think that was your doing.
I recall it being a mutual decision.
Hi.
Hi.
You look good.
So do you.
Uh, you come all the way
down here just to lie to me?
Absolutely not.
Okay, so then let's just agree
that I look okay
under the circumstances.
Speaking of which,
what's going on, Edward?
Nothing, really.
Wrong place, wrong time.
You were carrying around
our 20-year-old wedding photo.
I found it in a box the other day.
Reminded me of a carefree time.
Now who's lying?
I think you were carrying it around
because you're in some kind of trouble
and you thought I was the one
person in law enforcement
who you can trust.
You still know how I think.
You still think you can trust me?
Absolutely.
Okay, then let me help you.
Tell me what's going on.
My... My mother's gonna be back soon.
You want to get out of here?
After I took over the company,
I found something in my father's
private accounting ledgers
that I can't explain.
What did you find?
My father was making payments
to several clients
through an old company of his,
but he was using funds
from our family's holdings.
Well, that's unethical
and maybe illegal.
Right, and not anything like my father.
Is that why you hired Michael Steele?
I thought that I needed
a forensic accountant
to get to the bottom of it.
A couple of days ago, he calls me,
and he says that he'd found
out what my father had done.
And so we agreed to
get together to discuss it.
Why meet at the park?
I wanted to keep my meeting a secret
until I knew what was going on.
But when I got to the location...
Michael had been shot.
I checked his pulse,
and I grabbed his cellphone to call 911.
Then somebody shot at me.
I took off running.
Did you get a look at the shooter?
No. He was shooting from the bushes.
Falling down that hill...
That's the last thing I
remember before waking up here.
What about the accounting ledger
that you were supposed to go over?
There was nothing around
Michael when I found him.
So whoever killed him
might have taken the documents
and was waiting to shoot you.
Who else knows about these documents?
I found them on my father's computer,
and then I destroyed the hard drive.
But he hid a second copy
of the documents at his house.
Well, we need to see those documents,
figure out who's trying to kill him.
I'm on my way there now.
Well, we don't have a warrant,
and, personally, I don't think
we have enough evidence to get one.
Well, any reason that his wife
couldn't go over to the house
and get the documents and
turn them over to the police?
Well, did you tell him
you're still married?
Of course.
And he knows you're going to his house?
He gave me a key. He
wants me to have the copies.
Ooh, I think we're starting
to see that wild and crazy
Maura Isles again.
See you back at BPD.
Ma.
Nina's mom is here right now.
They're outside parking, and they're
gonna be in here in a minute.
Oh. Mother's first meeting.
Yeah. We're pretending we're not dating.
Why are you doing that?
Long story.
Bottom line,
Nina's not ready to introduce
her mom to her boyfriend.
So why are you two bringing her here?
She surprised us at work.
And Nina introduced me as a coworker,
and then her mom invited me
to join them for lunch, so...
Do not lie to her mother.
I'm not lying to her, I'm just
going along with Nina's plan.
Yeah, well, moms are smart.
Don't think you're gonna fool her.
We will if you play along.
- No.
- Hi, Angela.
- Hi, Nina!
- Hey!
I want you to meet my mom... Catherine.
Hello, Catherine. Pleasure to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
Nina was just telling me about you
and how you looked out for her here.
Thank you.
Well, you have a terrific daughter.
Yes, I do. I'm very proud of her.
We've been through a lot together and...
we can tell each other anything.
You know, the thing I admire
most about her is her honesty.
I'm sure you feel the same
way about your son.
Okay, that's enough. I
know what you're doing.
She knows we're dating.
I figured it out the
moment I saw you two.
I told you. You know,
these kids think we're stupid.
We ain't stupid.
Mnh-mnh!
But you know what?
I'm glad we got this little
game out of the way.
That way, we can get to
know each other better.
Yeah.
You don't mind if I grab Frankie
for a little chat, do you?
Oh, no. Please. Take him.
Oh.
Excuse us, dear. This
is gonna take a while.
Let's go.
Oh, please.
Yeah.
I've been researching
1912 Bercotti shotguns.
They're a real rare prize
for gun collectors,
'cause they only made about 500.
Well, there can't be
a lot of those around.
No. Only 18 in the United States.
One was auctioned off
in Boston seven months ago.
Guess who bought it.
I don't believe those belong to you.
I'll take them right now.
How did you know I was here?
My son can't keep anything from me.
Well, then you know that he asked me
to hold on to these documents.
And I have decided that
it's best if I have them.
Why do you want them?
Let's just say they're
important to my family.
Well, they're also important to
whoever tried to kill your son.
And that person will not
stop until they have them.
I just don't believe that these papers
are more important to you
than your son's life.
I am trying to protect him.
So am I.
And I don't know what is going on here,
but I don't think that Edward
had anything to do with it.
And I don't believe
that you are a killer.
I can help you, but you're
going to have to trust me.
That's Detective Rizzoli.
If I don't answer, she's gonna
know that something is wrong.
I'll put it on speaker.
Okay.
Okay.
Jane, what's up?
We traced the shotgun to Noah Brenner.
It looks like he's our shooter.
- Do you know why?
- No, not yet.
But the answer has to
be in those papers,
so we need them for motive.
I will bring them back to BPD.
Oh, we're gonna go pick up Brenner,
so we'll meet you back here.
Okay.
Now it all makes sense.
It was Noah who told Edward and me
not to talk to the police.
He was sure there was
something in the documents
that would tarnish
my husband's reputation
and destroy our business.
So he asked you to get the documents.
He said he would
help me protect the firm.
It's obvious the only thing
he was interested in protecting
was his own ass.
Well, whatever's in these papers,
he was willing to kill
in order to keep secret.
Will you help me figure
out what that is?
I'll try.
What's going on, Angela?
Um, I'm spying on Frankie.
I mean with you and me.
Uh, I... I don't know what you mean.
Joann said she ran into you in the park.
Yeah, it was really nice to see her.
And she finally told me
about the conversation
that you two had
right after the shooting.
Okay.
And you broke up with me
because of what she said.
Well, listen, Joann was just
doing what she thought was best.
I don't give a damn what Joann thought.
Well, don't be mad at her.
I'm not. I'm mad at you.
Look, Joann has a right
to feel any way she wants,
they're her feelings, not mine.
Okay. And if my being with you
meant that I was at slightly more risk
of getting shot at, then so be it.
It's a risk I'm willing to take.
I didn't know that.
So you broke up with me
under false pretenses.
So I reject your breakup.
You do?
Yeah.
Unless you can stand there
and honestly tell me
that you don't love me
the way I love you.
You love me?
Yes.
I do.
Stop.
Any luck?
Tilly and I figured out
what was going on.
How did you get Cruella de Vil to help?
I convinced her that we're
on the same side.
What did you find out?
Well, after his father's death,
Edward couldn't figure out
why his dad had written
large checks out of
the family's account.
Tilly recognized that all the checks
went to clients that Phillip had
put into Noah's hedge fund.
Why would he do that?
Tilly thinks there could
be only one reason,
that Noah was running a Ponzi scheme.
So Phillip must have
figured out what was going on.
And he was trying to pay back
his clients with his own money.
But then Noah found out
that Edward was looking into it,
and he had to stop him.
And Noah couldn't let people
know what Edward's dad
was doing and shine
too much light on his fund.
The only way to keep
the Ponzi scheme going
was keep those documents secret.
Yeah, he killed a man to do it.
Are you bringing Noah in?
We went to his office, he wasn't there.
We're gonna try his estate,
and see if we can find him.
Don't, he's right here.
Maura? Maura?!
Are you all right?
I'm all right.
I'm all right.
The documents are
all... all over the floor.
- Where are you?
- Winchester Road,
just a couple of miles south
of Edward's estate.
We're close.
All right, sit tight.
We'll be right there.
He's got a gun.
He's got a gun!
Maura! Hang on!
Stop right there!
I want those documents!
You shoot...
You shoot me, and they go
right over the edge with me.
You'll never have time to retrieve them
before the police get here.
You're right. We can make a deal.
A deal?
Yeah, a mutually beneficial arrangement
between two reasonable people.
What do you have in mind?
You give me the documents,
and I let you walk.
In order for an agreement
like that to work,
there has to be trust between
the parties involved.
What do you need me to do?
Make me understand how a smart man
gets involved in a Ponzi scheme.
What difference does it make?
It will help me judge
just how desperate you are.
Why do you care?
Desperate people can't be trusted.
And we agreed that we need
to trust each other.
People with my kind of money
are never desperate.
We can buy our way out of anything.
Until you meet someone as rich as you.
Trust me, you're not as rich as me.
I was talking about Edward
and his father.
You couldn't buy them.
And now I don't have to.
You have the last set of documents.
So my plan is simple...
I either buy you or I kill you.
There's no other way out for you.
Or for you.
And there's no way I would ever
make that kind of a deal.
It's over, Noah.
You've forced my hand.
At least I'll be able to run.
Put the gun down. Very slowly.
I don't want to shoot you, but I will.
Oh, we wouldn't want to
scratch this beauty.
Where did you come from?
Well, those shotguns have hair triggers.
We parked around the corner,
figured the element of
surprise was important.
Surprise.
You all right?
I am now.
Where's my mom?
Oh, she's downstairs,
grabbing a cup of coffee.
She'll be right up.
Why are you smiling?
Because we really hit it off.
How is that possible?
- Hey.
- Hey.
Oh, so did you go with the dark roast?
Mm-hmm. It's great with
the hazelnut cream.
I really love that.
- It is, yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah, right?
Okay, what's going on here?
I don't know what you're
talking about, dear.
You're both standing here
like it was fun and games.
Because we had a great time.
There is no way he could have
stood up to your interrogation
and come out with that
smile on his face.
I didn't interrogate him.
We just had a lovely chat.
Yeah, she's right. It was nice, yeah.
Why didn't you ask him all
the crazy-ass questions
you asked all of my other boyfriends?
Simple. I liked this
one right off the bat.
Now, I wasn't crazy about
the relationship deception
you two pulled, but...
I figured it was all your idea.
Mm-hmm.
Hey, how about we all
go out to dinner, huh?
That sounds good. Nina?
Yeah, I'd like that.
Frankie, would you get my coat?
- It's on my chair.
- Sure.
You know I love you, right?
Mm-hmm.
But if you screw up this relationship,
I will come down on you like
a pack of hungry wolves.
I was about to say the same
thing to you, sweetheart.
We good?
We're great.
Great.
Okay, so I'm thinking Vitello's.
I think that bump on your head
has altered your thinking.
Uh, no, I'm serious. I think
my mother actually likes you.
Tolerates is a more
accurate description.
All right. Who would have thought
that we would end up here
after all these years?
Life is unpredictable.
Yeah. I'll say.
So are you ready to come inside?
Are we really gonna do this, Maura?
It's been a long time. I don't
think we have a choice.
All right.
- Hi.
- Hi!
- Hey!
- The happy couple!
Oh, gosh! Look at this cake!
I know. Ma went all out.
Thank you.
Oh, sure.
So what do we do now?
Well, we can't have cake
until you sign the divorce
papers, and... and I want cake.
- Yeah.
- Cake.
Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake!
Sign 'em, Maura. Ladies first.
Okay.
All right.
And by the powers not vested in me,
I pronounce you happily divorced.
Who knew a divorce party
could be so much fun?
Let's never have one, okay?
Okay.
Mmm. Ooh.
All right, you have to tell us
all about Maura's wild years.
- Come on.
- Ooh.
Did she ever tell you
about the time she tried out
to be a professional female wrestler?
You're kidding me.
WWF was in town.
It was her opportunity
to protest gender inequality
in popular culture.
I have to take notes.
No, seriously. She came up with a name.
Oh?
Maura the Mauler. She had a costume.
What?!
You're so right.
This is the best way
to celebrate a divorce.
Well, you know, I figure
a divorce should be
as much fun as the wedding.
Thank you for throwing the party.
Yeah, sure.
It's not every day that
your best friend gets divorced.
Um...
You've decided to take
the job, haven't you?
Yes, I have.
I think it's the right thing to do.
I'm proud of you.
Really?
Yeah, I know change is hard.
And it's scary to face the unknown,
but we have more to do in our lives.
Yeah.
Thanks for supporting me.
That's what best friends do.
Here's to change.
To change.
And maybe collared shirts.
No! No, God, no!
That is never gonna
happen ...not even at the Bureau.
Oh, but here's some good news.
Uh, the employee discount
at the FBI in the gift shop...
25% off.
You know I can't resist a sale.
Mm-hmm.