Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 7, Episode 3 - Cops vs. Zombies - full transcript

[Wind chimes tinkling]

[Music]

[Wind whistling]

[Objects clatter loudly]

[Switch clicks]

[Rattling in distance]

[Men grunting]

[Objects continue
clattering in distance]

[Grunting]

[Grunting continues]

[Whispers] Zombies.
[Grunting continues]



[Clatter, thud]

[Screams, panting]
Why aren't you in bed?

There's a zombie fight
on the sidewalk out there.

Jared, you are too old
to be making up stories.

I don't make up stories!

The spider bite that rendered
you unable to do homework?

I could've gone blind.

[Sighs]

[Dog barking in distance]

They were out there!
I saw them!

This is why we don't do
comic books before bed. Go.

Night.

[Door opens,
dog barking in distance]

- Morning.
- Hey.



- What's that?
- Research.

"Diagnostic and Statistical
Manual of... Mental Disorders."

- Latest edition.
- You don't have a mental disorder.

I have a condition that can
affect the way I think.

Or overthink.

Well, it doesn't hurt to educate
myself on current treatments.

On mental disorders
that you don't ha... Okay.

You told me that you were
feeling better,

that you had no more symptoms.

Yeah, but that can change
at any moment.

And there's nothing I can do about it.

And I don't excel at doing nothing.

- This is true.
- So... mm.

- [Door opens] Hi, Ma.
- Hi, girls.

- [Door closes] What's that?
- Nothing.

- What's that?
- A backpack?

- What's it for?
- Books.

Are you taking a course?
[Doorbell rings]

- You could say that.
- How nice! So what are you studying?

Uh, bunch of subjects.

You know, you could say it's
like a survey course. [Door opens]

- Hey, Ang.
- Hi, Max.

- Who's that?
- My study buddy.

That's right. [Chuckles]

- We're gonna nail the GED. Right, Ang?
- The GED?

The high school equivalency test?
[Exhales deeply]

Max, would you mind waiting in the
courtyard for me, just for a minute?

I'll be right out.

- Sure.
- Thanks.

[Sighs]

- You never graduated high school?
- Nope.

Your father thought it was
a waste of my time.

Mom, I'm sorry.
I-I never knew that.

Well, I don't go around advertising it.

It's kind of bothered me
since I never finished, so...

[Inhales sharply]
Here I am. [Chuckles]

This is great!
Ma! I'm so proud of you!

- Thanks.
- Me, too.

- Oh, thank you, Maura.
- When ... When's the exam?

Uh, next month.
It's a 7 1/2 hour test,

and Max and I have been
cramming for it.

- Yeah, what's his story?
- He's very bright.

He, uh, dropped out to pursue
his passion for farming.

In Boston? What's he farm?

Hydroponic marijuana, mostly.
Gotta go!

[Door opens]

I got the top down
on my convertible.

- You okay with that?
- Yeah, sure. Let's get to it. Here.

- Cool pack.
- Have fun, Ma.

Remember, keep one foot
on the floor at all times!

[Title music]

7x03 - "Cops vs. Zombies"

[Siren wails]

Yet another brilliant idea
from my father.

How dare he talk her
out of getting a diploma?

- Thanks.
- Well, I admire her courage.

It can't be easy to dive back
into that coursework.

And she has Max.

Well, at least he wants
to better himself.

I smell pot on her, she's grounded.

- It is legal here.
- For medical use.

My mother does not need
medical marijuana.

She hallucinates when she takes
too many decongestants.

- Wow!
- Oh.

- Zombie.
- Please tell me that's not real!

Hmm.

Seems like some kind of
a synthetic polymer.

Silicone, maybe.

- What about all the blood?
- Well, that's real.

As is this tear
in the posterior skull tissue.

Likely a result of blunt impact.

He may have fractured
his occipital bone.

Looks like they struggled
across the street

and made their way over here,
where the victim went down.

We know who he is?

We're running prints
and facial recognition now.

- So no ID?
- None that belonged to him,

but he had four wallets on him.

He's wearing booster pants with
all the hidden compartments.

- Oh, he's a pickpocket.
- Maybe somebody he robbed

was on to him,
went after him for revenge.

Pretty conspicuous look for a thief.

Maybe he was working
a costume party.

- Still...
- Maybe he's really a zombie.

Well, then we would have no case
because you can't kill a zombie.

- They're already dead. [Chuckles]
- He's very talented.

I mean, this laceration
on his cheek is a work of art.

He even discolored
the subcutaneous tissue

to account for maggot infestation.

- Yay?
- Well, we have to admire how real it looks.

- I mean, this takes dedication.
- There's a world record

for the number of snails
on a person's face.

That takes dedication, too, but it
doesn't mean I have to admire it.

- How many snails was it?
- That's not the point, Maura.

- 43.
- I told her there was zombies out there.

Zombies? So more than one?

Two. Fighting each other.
It was awesome. [Chuckles]

- Until she had to interrupt.
- Can you describe the second zombie?

Uh, he was classic.
They both were.

- Meaning what?
- Meaning... they locomote on two legs.

- As opposed to...
- Stalkers, who move on all fours.

Or crawlers.
They have no legs at all.

Then you've got your bonies,
who generally don't move

on account of their, uh...
advanced decomposition.

- You know your zombies.
- Reanimation is my passion.

Uh, was the other zombie
male or female?

I don't know.

Was there anything unique
about the second zombie?

- Did he have tattoos, glasses?
- No. Nothing like that.

Okay, well, if he thinks of
anything else, give us a call.

Okay. Thank you, Detective.
Come on.

Look, I don't know if it was
a guy or a girl,

but I'd recognize that zombie
if I saw it again.

- All right.
- Come on.

Found this in the victim's pocket.

Admission pass to
the Boston Convention Center.

- Does it say what the event was?
- Yep.

I have a feeling he blended right in.

[Music]

[Cackling]

[Growling sound]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Camera shutter clicks]
Aah!

[Growling continues]

Boston ZombieCon

Whoa! Man.

Mnh-mnh.

Mnh-mnh.
Severed limb workshop.

Leashes and collars for undead pets.

You... dropped your finger.

This is awesome.

[Shouting indistinctly]

Come on. Zombie children?
That's not cool.

Hey, did you see the zombie Santa Claus?

- Santa's not a zombie.
- Well, he never seems to age.

That's because he's filled with
the magic of Christmas, Korsak.

Detectives.
Hank Mills, convention security.

Jane Rizzoli.
How long does this go on?

For the whole week.
We sell out every year.

Have you noticed any, uh,
fights, arguments,

- anything that would get your attention?
- Nothing violent.

But I checked
the theft report like you asked,

and there have been some
wallets reported stolen.

Seven, altogether.
[Growling in distance]

Uh... you recognize him?
[Beep]

- Who's he?
- Kendall Judd.

We found him
a couple miles from here.

Looked like he came
right from the convention.

Well, it doesn't ring a bell,

but I wouldn't recognize him
looking like that.

- What do you mean?
- Well, the guy could be my next door neighbor.

I wouldn't recognize him
unless he's in a costume.

And he's probably using
a zombie name.

Like, for example, my name is Hank,
but everybody calls me "Beaver."

- For the cleaver?
- Right.

- That's clever.
- Clever. Cleaver.

- Beaver.
- Please stop.

Uh... we need the names of anyone

- who reported their wallet stolen.
- Sure thing.

Yeah, everyone in costume.
Can't see who anybody really is?

Mm, it's a good cover for a thief.

[Mendelssohn's "Wedding March" playing]
Are they getting married?

Great cover.

Zombie makeup's as good as
a ski mask for anonymity.

- I'll take the ski mask.
- What do you have against zombies?

I'm a homicide detective.

I do not understand the appeal
of pretending to be dead.

- Oh, ho. Maybe Frankie can explain.
- [Sighs] Are you shopping?

What? There was a sale
on blood capsules.

Can we get out of here now, please?

- Why? Are you scared?
- No.

This is "Night of the
Living Dead" all over again.

[Creepy voice] They're
coming for you, Jane.

- No.
- Yes. Jane, they're coming for you.

- No.
- Jane.

- Stop.
- Jane. [Chuckles]

[Bar music]
Oh, thanks, Ma.

Hey, how's the study group
going, Angela?

- I'm quitting.
- Why?

We've been putting off
the math portion,

and I realized why ...
life is too short.

Yeah, well, you can't just quit.

Well, I don't get it
no matter how many times I try.

Anyway, when am I going to need
to do polynomial equations?

I distinctly remember saying
the same thing to you

when I was in the 10th grade.
And if memory serves,

you did not support my wish to quit.

- That's different.
- How so?

- I'm your mother. [Chuckles]
- Ma. Come on!

If you wanna pass the test,
you gotta do the math.

It's impossible. Nobody can
figure out these equations.

I bet the Chief Medical Examiner
of the Commonwealth could.

Okay, Maura does not want
to tutor me.

Sure, she would!

She probably does polynomials
in her bath to unwind. [Laughs]

[Paper rustles]

[Tool clinks]

It's hard to tell the real blood
from the makeup, isn't it?

I know. These scars ...
they're elaborate and creative.

This one on the forehead is made
of corn syrup and gelatin.

- Delicious.
- Mmm.

Anyway, actual cause of death
is subarachnoid hemorrhage.

So from impact from
the sidewalk, as I suspected.

- You find the other nonedible wounds?
- Oh, yeah.

X-ray showed that the fourth
metacarpal is fractured.

So he landed a blow
before he went down?

- Mm.
- This makeup might've

transferred to his hand
after he struck his assailant.

- Right.
- Swab the hand for skin cells.

Maybe we could recover some DNA

that would identify
who he was fighting.

I'll let Jane know where we're at.

- Uh, Maura?
- Yes.

I've actually been doing some
research on your symptoms.

I think it's possible that you
may have a Chiari Malformation.

That's a genetic condition, isn't it?

Congenital structural defect
of the cerebellum, yeah.

It could've been lying
dormant until it was unmasked

by your head trauma.

I hadn't considered that.
[Tool clatters]

Hey, come on.

My research shows
there's room for optimism.

I'm sure there is.
I'm sorry, it's just, um...

daunting to objectively diagnose

something that affects me
so deeply.

Yeah, well, it's not your job
to be objective.

That's why I'm here.

And I've left the reading on your desk.

I'll take a look at it.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

[Sighs]

[Mouse clicking]

Hey.

- So these are the stolen wallet victims?
- Yep.

Security said that seven people
filed a report.

Right. These are the four whose
wallets you found on the body.

[Click, beep]
These are the other three victims.

Their wallets are in the wind.

- We talk to everybody?
- Yeah. There's no likely suspects.

They were all at ZombieCon
at the time of the murder.

So seven people with motive,
seven people with alibis.

What about credit cards?

The suspect might still
have some from the wallets

- we didn't recover.
- Uh, if he doesn't know that we're on to him.

Mm-hmm.
He might try and use 'em.

Can you flag all the missing
credit cards for me?

[Typing] Anybody so much
as buys as tank of gas,

I wanna know about it.
[Mouse clicks]

- This is my mug.
- What?

This is my mug!
I left it at your house.

It is. You did.

- Problem?
- [Sips] No. It just has my drink in it,

so I'm gonna wash it out,
and I'll get it back to you.

- Okay.
- All right.

I think Jane knows that you spent
the night at my place last night.

- Because of a mug?
- Or maybe because you're glowing?

- [Whispers] Stop.
- Hmm.

Are you avoiding telling her
about us for any particular reason?

- I'm not avoiding.
- You hate chai.

Okay, maybe I was avoiding
just a little bit.

[Lowered voice] But only
because I don't want

my family butting
into our relationship.

- It's bad enough that my mom knows.
- Yeah, I understand.

There are a few gems
in my family

that I prefer to keep
in the dark for now, too.

Okay, then.

I don't need everyone to know,

- as long as I know you're sure about us.
- Oh, I'm sure,

even if it means I have to drink
all the chai in chai land.

[Both chuckle]
[Computer beeping]

- This is interesting.
- What is it?

I'm monitoring message boards
and social media around ZombieCon.

[Beep] This video just
popped up with the title,

"Pickpocket gets schooled."

Frankie: That's our pickpocket.

Look at that.
She catches him red-handed.

This must be cellphone footage.
[Keyboard keys tap, beep]

- Who's the girl?
- Doesn't look like any of the women

- who had filed reports.
- Mm.

Though, why would she file one
if she was planning to go kill him?

Our guy stole
the wrong zombie's wallet.

- McKenzie, right?
- Yeah, so I'm told.

Nina reached out
to the zombie community

to see if anyone could ID
the girl in the video.

That's what she came up with.
[Elevator bell dings]

"The zombie community"?
[Sighs]

- Christine McKenzie.
- AKA "Dead Ringer"?

Yeah, that's me.

Uh, we'd like to speak to you
about your stolen wallet.

What stolen wallet?

Your wallet that was stolen
last night from ZombieCon?

I have my wallet.
Is there a problem?

[Beep]

Can you explain this?

[Video plays without audio]

- Is that you?
- Yeah, that's me, but I...

I thought that guy was just
trying to grab my ass.

I didn't know he stole
my wallet. What a jerk.

Could you tell us how you
happen to have your wallet

in your possession
in light of this photo?

[Sighs] I-I found it on my
welcome mat this morning.

I-I figured I just dropped it
coming home.

Do you have a roommate?
Anyone that can verify

- when you got home?
- No.

How about where you
were between the time

your wallet was stolen
and the time you got home?

- I was at the convention.
- You have anyone to verify that?

No. Why are you guys so
interested in where I was?

Because the person who stole
your wallet is dead.

- He is?
- Mm-hmm.

You guys don't think that I
had anything to do with this?

I think that until you can
verify your whereabouts,

you should probably come with us.
Let's go.

[Music]

[Telephone ringing,
indistinct conversations]

Who doesn't know
their wallet was stolen?

And then has it
miraculously returned?

The zombie girl's story sucks.

It does, but we can't disprove
it till we put her at the scene.

- I ran a background on her.
- Anything interesting?

A restraining order filed
against her boyfriend a year ago.

Then there was also a police report.

- I guess he was violent.
- That's too bad.

Maybe she was traumatized
by the abusive ex-boyfriend.

And then the run-in with
the victim made her snap.

I like it in theory, but she
didn't seem like the type to snap.

What about the ex-boyfriend?

Maybe he sees her with the
victim and then goes after him?

Let's find him, see what
he was up to all night.

All right.

[Elevator bell dings, doors open]

- Knock, knock. Busy?
- Not for you. Come in.

- I hate to bother you with this...
- Jane already told me.

Polynomial factoring?

- Yeah, it's cruel and useless.
- I have to disagree.

They are essential for work
with coding and cryptography.

Mm-hmm.

And they help build abstract
problem solving skills.

- Mm-hmm. Still not selling it.
- Okay. [Chuckles]

I know it can seem tedious.
[Sighs]

But math can be tremendously
elegant at times.

For example...
[Blinds whir]

Wow. What is that?
"A Beautiful Mind"?

It's an "Ulam Spiral."

It shows that you can position any
set of numbers in a square grid,

the prime numbers will always
line up in perfect diagonals.

[Pen squeaks]

- Oh.
- See?

Every time, no matter
what number you start from.

And polynomial factoring
is a useful tool

in understanding this phenomenon.

Now tell me that this doesn't
capture your imagination.

For the moment, the only thing
capturing my imagination

- is that dead body over there.
- Oh. I'm sorry about that.

Oh, can we try this again later?

Yeah, sure.
I'm just gonna let it all sink in.

Okay.

[Groans]

Hey.

Still processing the samples
from the skin and clothes.

Should have a detailed
analysis very soon.

- Uh, what about the wallets?
- The four wallets from the scene

all had the victim's blood on them.

Also, Christine's wallet had
the victim's blood on it.

So Christine's wallet was on him
when he fell and bled?

Very likely.

Well, then she pulled it out
of his pocket and then took off.

- Well, I can't testify to that.
- Why?

A bloody wallet only means
that it was on the victim

at the time he was bleeding.

It doesn't place
Christine herself at the scene.

Well, it's a good thing I have
a witness who can.

[Footsteps depart]

[Indistinct conversations,
telephone ringing in distance]

No one at the convention
volunteered for the lineup?

Not one. Said they were paranoid
about picked out by mistake.

Zombie profiling.
It's a real thing.

- You look disgusting.
- Thank you.

You just had to get in on this, huh?

Well, we needed the volunteers,
and I've got a really good stagger.

[Growling]

Even if Jared ID's Christine,

this is not gonna hold up...
in court.

Probably not,
but it'll justify holding her.

And looks like we have
our zombie lineup.

- Take your time.
- Hmm.

Can you make them groan?

[Button clicks]
Can I get a groan

from each of the zombies,
left to right, please?

[All groaning]

Hmm.

Can you make them say,
"Brains..."?

You didn't tell us
the suspect said, "Brains."

They didn't.
I just thought it'd be cool.

You should know
I'm inclined to detain you.

- That would be unlawful.
- I'll come up with something.

Yeah, it's none of these people.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

And also...
that guy? Really?

What about him?

That's the cop that
interviewed me at my house.

Your killer's not here.
Sorry.

[Door closes]
[Sighs]

Turned out to be a more reliable
witness than I expected.

Mm, yeah.
And we just lost our best suspect.

[Music]

So if we take Christine at her word,

her wallet was taken off
of the dead body,

and returned to her
the night of the murder.

Without her knowledge.

- Yeah, who does that?
- Good Samaritan?

Okay, well, then why didn't
he return all the wallets?

Good point.
And how did this mystery man

get into Christine's building anyway?

He lives there.
He has access.

Followed her home
without her knowing.

Or she knew and she's covering
for someone.

What happened to the other
three wallets

- that weren't at the crime scene?
- We talked to all the owners.

None of them got
their wallets returned.

Okay, so this is about Christine.
Maybe he knows her.

Well, the boyfriend's a dead end.
He lives in Missouri now.

She claims she doesn't know
anybody else

who might've done
something like this.

- Yeah, I wish I could believe her.
- Paul Grossman.

He reported one of the wallets
stolen that we didn't recover.

- Did he get it back?
- No, which is interesting

because he just bought
a vacuum cleaner in Dorchester,

according to his credit card company.

Please tell me there's
security footage.

Yeah. Nina already ran the image
through facial recognition.

The guy's name is Terrence Griffins.
Has a history of petty theft.

And a fondness
for zombie conferences, I bet.

Uniforms are already
on their way to pick him up.

No DNA matches from
the blood samples on the victim?

Nope. Nothing.

Okay, then we'll have to wait
for a tox report.

- You mean trace chemical analysis?
- What did I say?

[Exhales]

- Another slip.
- No, no, you just ... you... you misspoke.

- Or I'm losing it.
- Or you're so scared of having a slip

that you're giving yourself a complex.

That's a very unscientific
justification. [Sighs]

Look, Maura, if the military
has taught me one thing,

it's you make assessments
based on facts on the ground.

Now you've not had a lapse in ages.

And we now have a potential diagnosis,
which means treatment options.

- It is not the time to panic.
- I appreciate your optimism,

but I feel that I owe it
to the people I serve

to be the sharpest mind in the room.

- Yeah, and you are that mind.
- I'm not so sure.

And I can't tell you how
frightening it is to have to admit.

I'll, uh...
I'll continue with my analysis.

[Music]
[Sighs]

[Horn honks]

[Indistinct conversations]

- Hey, Vince.
- Hey.

Could you do me a favor?

Could you bring this to Maura
when you go back to the station?

Sure. What's the occasion?

I just want to thank her
for helping me with that exam.

- She was able to help you?
- She did the best she could.

But I'm a lose cause, and...

Well, I...
I dropped out of my group.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

[Grunts]
You don't seem relieved.

- Well, I'm not. I feel terrible.
- Why is that?

Because after I dropped out,
Max texted me

- and told me he's giving up, too.
- Oh, that's too bad.

Oh, he's a bright kid.

And this could be a chance
for him to ...

to totally turn his life around.

Maybe he just needs
some encouragement.

He probably looks up to you.

Well, I can't tell him not to quit.
I'd be a hypocrite.

- Not if you take the test.
- But what if I fail?

Well, you definitely will
if you don't try.

[Music]

[Indistinct conversations]

You've got a lot
of a theft charges

for a guy barely out
of high school, Terrence.

What are you doing stealing wallets?

- What wallets?
- From ZombieCon.

How do you know
I was at ZombieCon?

Because I'm a better cop than
you are a thief. [File thuds]

- Tell me about Kendall Judd.
- Who?

I'm gonna say this once.

You and Kendall were both
lifting wallets

from that convention,
and now one of you is dead.

I need to understand your relationship

or best case,
I arrest you for obstruction.

Worst case, you become
my number one suspect.

[Sighs deeply]

I've been hitting ZombieCon for years.
It's my turf.

Kendall was threatening
my whole operation.

- How so?
- The thing with the girl that went viral?

That's bad for everyone's business.

- So you wanted him to back off?
- Yeah, but I didn't kill him.

- But I wasn't the only one he pissed off.
- What do you mean?

Some other guy followed Kendall outside.

Maybe one of his marks.
I don't know.

I figured he'd teach Kendall
a lesson for me, too.

- Can you describe this guy?
- About my age.

Skinny. Tattered clothes.

His makeup was super elaborate.

- Anything else?
- He had a limp.

Doesn't everyone have a limp
at ZombieCon?

Yeah, when you're in character,

not when you're ducking out
the back door

to kick the guy's ass
that just robbed ya.

- Hi.
- Hey.

I have the trace chemical
analysis from the victim's fist.

- Corn syrup.
- From the fake blood.

Mineral oil and titanium dioxide
from the stage makeup.

Also, there was a fair amount
of real blood

from two different blood types.

- The victim's and the suspect's?
- Most likely.

- Okay. Did you find any DNA?
- No, uh, matches,

but I did want to show you this.

Castor seed oil, fumed silica,
sucrose acetate ...

ingredients found
in something called Microskin.

- What's that?
- Lightweight, waterproof cosmetic

product with exceptional breathability,
ideally used for burn victims.

That was on our victim's hand?

Likely rubbed off during contact.

So this wasn't
normal zombie makeup?

No. Microskin is expensive.

Application is more involved
than regular makeup.

And you can only get it
through the manufacturer.

- He used it because he needed it.
- Right.

We're not looking for a zombie.

We're looking for a burn victim.

Thanks.
[Music]

- A burn victim?
- Mm-hmm.

Someone with a facial disfigurement

where he might need
to cover it up with makeup.

- I can't think of anyone.
- He might also have a pronounced limp.

What?
You know someone like that?

- It ... It can't be him...
- Who?

This guy who waters the plants
in my building ... he limps.

He's really shy.
I-I always felt so sorry for him.

How much did you talk to him?

I complimented him on his work
on our rooftop garden.

That's about it.

- What about ZombieCon?
- I don't think I mentioned it to him.

I mean, I-I guess he could've
seen me leave in my costume.

Oh, God. Do you think
that he followed me there?

Do you know his name?

Frankie: Zachary Bale.

He worked at a greenhouse that
services plants all over Boston,

including the building
Christine lives in.

[Beeps] This photo is
from his employee badge.

Korsak: There's the facial scarring.

Christine probably didn't
notice it through the makeup.

- The greenhouse owner confirm the limp?
- Yeah.

He also said he fired Zachary
recently for stealing plants.

Who steals plants?

Ah. The owner confronted him
about it, and then Zachary

became real agitated.
Owner said he seemed unstable.

Emotionally unstable
burn victim with a limp

- and a fixation on Christine.
- And access to her building.

- Did we pick him up?
- Here's the thing.

The owner paid in cash
and didn't ask many questions.

He never verified Zachary's ID.

- So the address he gave was a fake?
- Everything was a fake.

I can't find any background
on anyone by this name.

Emotionally unstable
burn victim using an alias.

I'm gonna warn Christine
to be looking out for this guy.

- Korsak: That burn makeup is the key.
- He'd have to use a real address

to have it delivered
somewhere he can pick it up.

Check with the manufacturer,
see where in the area they ship.

[Typing]

[Music]

[Horn honks in distance]

[Elevator bell dings, doors open]

[Elevator doors close]
Hi.

We're running down addresses
where Microskin ships.

Might be our best clue
to this guy's identity.

Well, I hope you get
the results quickly.

[Sighs] Yeah, you said you
needed to give me something?

Yes. Um...

Well, I have been reading the
research about Chiari Malformations.

- It may be the source of my condition.
- Okay. What's it say?

Well, there is a procedure
to alleviate the pressure

on the cerebellum, and it could
eliminate my symptoms entirely.

Well, this is great, right?

Well, there's also a chance
that it doesn't work

or my symptoms worsen, rendering
me unable to perform my duties.

- But that's not gonna happen.
- Maybe not.

But until I can be sure,

I can't let our cases
rest in the balance.

- What's this?
- My resignation.

- If the day comes ...
- Maura.

Come on. This is a little
premature, don't you ...

No, this is more than prema...
this is like the nuclear option.

I just wanna be prepared
for the worst-case scenario.

I don't want you to have
the burden of having

to make that call for me down the road.

Well, what about
the best-case scenario?

You know, the one where you get better?

[Sighs]

Look... Maura,
I know this is scary for you.

It's scary for me, too, okay?

And ... And I will hold on
to this if that's what you want.

But I know I'm not gonna need it.

- I just don't wanna let anyone down.
- You never have!

[Cellphone vibrates]
Okay?

[Sighs]
Nina's got something.

Look, we ... we're gonna talk
more about this later.

Okay? Everything's gonna be all right.

Dr. Maura Isles does not resign.

[Music]

- Hey.
- Hey.

So Nina got a list of local
addresses where Microskin ships.

I pulled DMV photos for all recipients

to compare them to
our suspect's work badge,

and I found a match.
[Beep]

- Nice.
- His real name is Jeremy Kendricks.

It looks like he was disfigured
in a childhood accident.

I can't imagine kids
on the playground were kind.

He's got a spotty work history,
moves around a lot.

Arrest record?

[Typing, computer beeps]
Yeah. Bar fights and vandalism.

He's angry.
Has been for a long time.

[Sighs]
Okay, did we talk to Christine?

Yep. I told her
the suspect's real name

and to stay put until we find him.

Where was she when you
spoke to her?

- She's on her way home.
- That may be a problem.

[Beeping]
Jeremy Kendrick's cellphone

is pinging off the same tower
as Christine's.

Korsak: He got fired. He lives
on the other side of town.

He has no business in that area.
He's going after her.

[Music]

[Door creaks]
[Siren wailing in distance]

[Exhales shakily]

I've been waiting for this moment.

[Gun cocks]

Uh...

- I thought you were someone else.
- Sorry to disappoint you.

She's not coming.

She got your note, and we
told her to stay put.

- And who are you?
- Jane Rizzoli, Boston Police.

- Christine called the police on me?
- No, she didn't do anything.

But you and I,
we need to talk about

- what happened with her wallet.
- Nothing happened.

All right?
That guy was bothering her.

- Yeah, we know that part.
- He shouldn't have touched her!

- So you went after him?
- No, I was trying to help.

Look, she's nice to me.
I just ... I just wanted to help.

[gasps] Hey, whoa, whoa!
Jeremy, Jeremy, hey.

Look at me.
Look at me, all right? Look.

Hey, look at me!

Let's talk about this, okay?

Yeah, come away
from the ledge, man.

- You don't know what it's like!
- Okay, so just explain it to us.

ZombieCon... was the first
place that I felt... normal.

People weren't staring at me, all right?

I was finally gonna...
[Sighs]

I was finally gonna talk to her.

- Why'd he have to spoil it?
- I don't know.

- I didn't mean to kill him.
- I believe that.

J-Jeremy, hey, I believe that.

- No, you don't.
- I do.

No, you don't.
You think I'm a monster, a freak!

Uh, hey, Jeremy! Hey.

Listen to me, okay?
I think that you have had

a very, very hard road, all right?

But you still wanted to do
something nice for Christine.

I-I admire that.
We all ... we admire that.

It doesn't have to be
the end of the road.

- Nobody wants that.
- [Whispers] Come on.

Nobody cares!

[Door opens]
Jeremy, stop!

[Gasping]

Please!
Please don't do this.

Come on.
Come on, Jeremy.

Come on.

[Handcuffs click]

- [Whispers] You okay?
- [Whispers] Yeah.

- All right, thanks.
- DA was still up?

Ugh. Based on the nature
of the wounds,

he'll consider
involuntary manslaughter,

conditional to Jeremy getting therapy.

- He could be out in a few years.
- Well, he's young.

If he gets the help he needs,
might be a shot for him.

Maybe.
[Indistinct conversations]

I hate that word. "Freak."

This kid could've had a
good life if people had just

been kind, you know?
Not treat him like a monster.

Same thing could be said
for zombies.

What?
[Sighs]

They didn't ask to be
the way they are.

Can they help it if they find
human brains delicious? No.

Poor schmucks can't do
a damn thing about it.

I feel you need a new hobby.

[Frankie and Korsak laugh]

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Jane!
- Huh. What?

One more thing.
I've been thinking.

There's something
I want you to know.

- What? What is it?
- Well, it's fairly new at this point.

- It's about me and ...
- There you are. [Chuckles]

Um, I'm sorry to interrupt.
[Elevator bell dings]

I ... Frankie, I really need
to talk to you, privately.

Ah.
Uh...

- [Button clicks] Rain check.
- Yeah, I'll get the next one.

I was telling her about us.

- I know.
- Then why'd you stop me?

Because the fact that
you were willing to do it

means more to me
than you actually doing it.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Plus, it's fun to have a secret,
don't you think?

I think that I really want
to kiss you right now.

[Elevator bell dings]

You're just gonna have to wait.

How is that fun?

[Music]

[Exhales deeply]

- Thanks.
- Hey.

- Hey, Max.
- You wanted me to come down?

Yeah, I wanted to talk
about our study group.

- What group? We quit.
- Have a seat.

[Music]

Max, you know,
before you were even born,

somebody told me
I didn't need that diploma.

And I was naive enough to listen.

I didn't know that eventually, I
would be divorced from that dope.

I didn't know I'd be
working at this bar.

I mean, I-I didn't know
a lot of things.

- Nobody knows the future.
- [Chuckles] Exactly.

It is, by definition, unknown.

- The future is "X."
- A variable. [Laughs]

So I don't know if we're ever
gonna have to use this math,

but I know that if we work
together, we could pass that exam.

Yeah, I understand.

I need your help. [Laughs]

- Can't do it alone.
- Yeah, I'm in.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Thank you.
- All right.

- You'll be back here tomorrow?
- I'll see you then.

Okay.

[Exhales deeply]

- Hi, Ma.
- Hey, honey.

- Oh... God! You too?!
- It's Ken's handywork.

Analyzing the victim's
makeup made him wonder

if he can improve on the formula
and it took a lot

of tries to achieve the crack
viscosity of rotten flesh.

There's a lot going on.
That's it, Maura.

[Chuckles]
Hey, Janie. What can I get you?

Uh... I'll have a beer.

And some "neo-sporin".
[Laughs]

Come on! Admit it.
This looks just like

advanced stage arthropod decay.

Wha... You want me to say that to you
like it's a compliment!

Wha... Why?
I'm just trying to be honest.

You look... very.... decayed?

- Happy?
- Yes!

Alright.
Ugh!

Well actually, compared to these guys
you kind of phoned it in, don't you think?

[Pretending groan]
Can I help you?

We heard it's first drink free
for everyone dressed as zombies.

- You did? From who?
- Me.

I had some business
cards in my pockets.

So I handed them out at the convention.

You know... build our client base.

- Can we get some shots?
- Ahh, here we go...

Yeah.
I hope "the Undead" are good tippers.

[Plays remix version of
Michael Jackson's "Thriller"]

Oh...
Oh, no.

Uh-uh!

Nope!
[Music stops]

All: Aww!

No!

No... You're not even
old enough to be in here.

Thank you, Ma.
appreciate it!

- No...
- No, yes!

No!
[Laughs]

[Whispers] Ohh, thank you.