Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 7, Episode 6 - There Be Ghosts - full transcript

Jane and Maura must unravel an old ghost story in order to solve a double murder at a hospital. Angela convinces Frankie to stop avoiding Kent and accept his invitation to a concert.

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[Wheels squeaking]

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[Wind howling]
[Gasps]

[Electricity crackles]

[Exhales deeply]

Aah!

[Woman screams]

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[Gasps]

- [Exhales] I love a good nor'easter.
- Ugh.

I would love to meet the person
who installed this roof.

[Water dripping, thunder rumbles]

- W-What are you doing here so early?
- Traffic's terrible.

Maura, headquarters is, like,
less than a mile away.

Well, I was reviewing protocols
for Hope's clinics,

and I was hoping to drop them
off before work.

And... voil?.
For you for tomorrow night.

Tomorrow night?
What's tomorrow night?

Oh, no.
You are not getting out of it.

Getting out of what?

The Minuteman Mystery Writers
Conference. You promised.

[Thunderclap] Yes!
That's tomorrow night.



- Fantastic.
- It'll be fun.

You know, there's a panel
discussion on dramatic theory.

And I really believe that the
insight of professional writers

will improve my understanding
of internal structure better.

I haven't decided yet whether or
not Aristotle's "Poetics" or...

- What if it gets rained out?
- It's inside. [Cellphone vibrates]

- Oh, great! Rizzoli.
- [Cellphone beeps] Isles.

[title music]

7x06 - "There Be Ghosts"

[Thunder rumbles, rain falling]

[Thunderclap]

[Camera shutter clicking, radio chatter]

Jennie Tate, 32.

What is a patient doing in here?

- And frankly, where the hell is here?
- Here is a new cancer wing.

Whole building's been closed
for four months for renovation.

Jennie was an overnight chemotherapy
patient in the adjoining building.

A nurse came in and changed her IV
at 3:45 this morning.

When she looked in on her again
at 6:45, Jennie was gone.

Right around the time
the workers found her.

She may have been exercising.

You know, a recent article in
the "Journal of Oncology" suggests

that moderate exercise can improve
the effects of chemotherapy.

Any reports of her going for a walk?

- No.
- Any cameras?

No cameras, and no one
saw her leave the ward.

[Electricity crackling]
We have lights coming.

The impalement appears to be
the only injury.

You know, she may have fallen,
but I can't be sure until I...

All: Until you perform the autopsy.

Very funny, but true.

What's with the white rose?
Was she carrying that?

No one I interviewed mentioned it.

Find out if there were roses
in Jennie's room.

If there were, find out who sent 'em.
[Police radio chatter]

[Thunderclap, phone beeps]

- Jane.
- Hey.

Frankie said Jennie
didn't have flowers in her room.

What about the other patients?

- No flowers.
- So where'd this white rose come from?

Push the button.
[Beep]

Push the button.
Push the button.

- Why?
- 'Cause he's right behind me.

- Who?
- Him!

[Thunderclap]

Oh! Hey. Wait.

- Hey. Hey! [Button clicking]
- Ah...

[Button clicking]
Uh, sorry.

[Sighs and scoffs]

[Beep]

[Inhales deeply]

[Elevator bell dings]

You're running from him because
he invited you to a concert?

Yes. I went to his house for
what he called "the big game."

- Do you know he does taxidermy?
- Taxidermy?

Oh, yeah. Little mice.
He even has a favorite... St. Kilda.

All right, well, I mean, you
know, that's... odd, but harmless.

He dresses them up
in seasonal costumes.

Skiing, surfing, leaf raking.

- Back to the game. Sox?
- The National Shinty Championships.

Kent was wearing a jersey and a kilt.

Well, special occasional,
championship and all.

Yeah. That's... That's normal.

- He had one for me.
- A jersey?

- I wish.
- Unh-unh.

At least he didn't have one
for his mouse. [chuckles]

Wrong again, friend.

- Oh, yeah.
- Come on.

Detective Rizzoli, there's
a woman here with information

about the homicide at the hospital.

Okay. Um, where is she?
The interview room?

Interrogation room.
Interview room's flooded.

All right, thanks.

Samantha Caspary?

[Telephone ringing in distance]
[Thunderclap]

Um...

Hi. I'm Detective Rizzoli.
This is Sergeant...

[British accent] What can you
tell me about the murder

- at the Mallon Hospital?
- ...Detective Korsak.

Was she a patient?
Where was the body found?

Was she thrown from the roof?

- Are you a relative or a friend?
- What? No. No, no.

So, what is your interest in this case?

[Chuckles] So sorry.
I tend to get carried away.

I'm in town for
the Mystery Writers Conference.

So you're a writer?

Yes, which is why when I heard
about your case,

- I just had to come in.
- Okay. Um...

we don't do interviews.

So I'll, uh, get an officer
and he'll escort you...

- But I can help you...
- ...to the front.

...if you just tell me about the case.

Uh, I think you're a little bit
confused. We ask the questions.

How is it exactly you think
you can help us?

- I know who did it.
- You do.

The victim was impaled, right?
[Thunderclap]

And the killer left flowers behind.

Just cut to the chase, Ms. Caspary.

You are looking for a ghost.

[Thunder rumbles]
[Music]

[Heavy rain falling]

As the story goes, Hannah Rose
was a patient at the hospital.

Angered by her untimely death,

she came back as a ghost
and killed several people.

- How many is several?
- I don't know.

I heard the story secondhand.

Actually, it might've been third-hand

on a visit to the U.S. long time ago.

And I was told that the doctor
who was treating the patients

was found impaled on an iron post.

Multiple murders, a ghost killer...

sounds like something
I would've heard about,

- but I haven't.
- Nobody has,

which is why it's too much
of a coincidence

to be... coincidence.

Okay, I'll have someone
look into the story.

Great.

I can't find anything in writing,
and the Mallon Hospital

won't let me anywhere
near their archives.

So you thought you'd come to us

and we'd look in the archives for you?

Well, I must confess,
I was rather hoping

that my information would help you,

- and you would return the favor.
- Mm.

[Music]

Hey. Anything helpful
from the Caspary woman?

Oh, yeah, if we're looking for
the Headless Horseman

or if we're gonna take a ride
in the Mystery Machine? No.

[Sighs]
Okay, what have we got so far?

Well, Jennie Tate was a data entry
clerk with an insurance company.

Now because of her illness,

she was on extended sick leave
for the last six months.

- Husband?
- Charles.

He's an actuary
with the same company.

Co-worker said they were good,
hard-working people.

What about the hospital?

No threats or any other
violent incidents.

Nina's still running background
on the employees.

Will you have Nina check
the other patients

in Jennie's chemotherapy group?

- Yeah.
- All right.

Those archives could hold
the key to a fascinating story.

Korsak: That might be true, but this is
a homicide investigation...

- Hi. You looking for me?
- No.

- [Door closes] You've got Samantha Caspary.
- Mm-hmm.

Samantha Caspary,
potential crazy person.

[Switch clicks] Oh, no, no, no.

She is an author with a PhD from Oxford.

Wrote a captivating best-selling
biography on Dr. Joseph Bell.

The Scottish lecturer who was the
inspiration for Sherlock Holmes.

If I say, "Wow, I'd really
love to read that,"

- can we talk about the case?
- Jennie Tate was in partial remission.

Her cancer was responding to
a rather new combination of drugs.

Did the drugs cause her death?

The drug levels in her blood
were well below fatal toxicity levels.

Also, there was no evidence
of sexual assault.

And the degree of blunt force
trauma is consistent with a fall.

What about that giant piece
of iron bar

sticking out of her chest?

Did that have anything to do
with her death?

Well, technically, that was
the instrumentality,

but the cause of death was drowning.

The bar pierced her pulmonary artery,

her lungs filled with blood,
and she drowned.

Could this have been an accident?

Well, those drugs do produce
a mild state of disorientation.

So it seemed possible...
until I noticed this.

These small lacerations
couldn't be seen earlier

because they didn't bleed.

- These are from the rose.
- Yes.

So our killer watched Jennie die

and then pressed her hand
around the rose.

It's not an accident or a ghost.
[Thunderclap]

[Heavy rain falling]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Thunderclap]

Excuse me. Dr. Isles?

- Yes.
- I'm Samantha Caspary.

I know who you are.
It is a pleasure to meet you.

I've always wanted to meet you.

I do hope I'm not being too forward,

but do you have time for a coffee?

- I really don't.
- Of course. You must be so busy.

It's just that I have read
so many of your forensic papers.

- Really?
- Oh, yes.

Your paper on the effect of
immersion on the rate of decay

could've been a short story.

Do you do any other kind of writing?

Well, I have written a few short
stories for my creative writing class.

Aha. Well, I'm here for
the writers conference.

Maybe we could meet for dinner
or drinks?

I could pick your brain, and you
can show me your short stories.

I'd love that.

Woman over PA:
Ultrasound to Radiology...

Our killer used this building's
history to cover a murder.

I cannot understand
how people believe in ghosts.

They're just trying to deal
with the finality of death.

Probably understand it a lot more

if they saw what we saw every day.

[Chuckles] Oh, that might be
too much understanding.

But I don't think it's
crazy to believe in a certain

life force that doesn't
die with a physical body.

[Button clicks] Oh, I didn't
know you and Kiki joined a cult.

That's pretty strong words
for someone who followed

the departed Barry Frost
all over town. [Button clicks]

[Elevator bell dings]

I just saw him
'cause I wanted to see him.

Or maybe it's that energy
I'm talking about.

We've all felt it
one time or another,

whether we want to
admit it or not.

- I miss him.
- Me, too.

Jennie Tate was part of
a cancer drug program

that Mallon Hospital recently
agreed to underwrite.

We understand that
she was in remission.

She was one of our first
success stories.

And we all feel terrible
about the incident.

It wasn't an incident, Ms. Najafi.
It was a homicide.

- A homicide?
- Yes. What did you think happened?

I don't know, a-a terrible accident.

We're gonna need Jennie's
medical records,

the hospital security log,
list of all employees.

I need to call our legal department.

While you're at it, could you
tell them we also need

their records of any lawsuits pending,

any threats against
the hospital or staff?

Anything that would make the
hospital a target for revenge.

Wait. You think this could
have something to do

- with the hospital?
- We do.

Are you familiar with
the Hateful Hannah story? [Scoffs]

One of our senior board members
told me that ridiculous tale.

- Can we speak to him, please?
- He's no longer with us.

- Do you know where we can find him?
- I'm sorry. I mean, he died.

Uh, like I said, he was
a senior board member.

Does anybody else know the story?

I hope not.
It could ruin our hospital.

- Really? A ghost story?
- Please stop saying "ghost."

In 1905, that story nearly
caused the financial ruin

- of this hospital.
- That was a long time ago, Ms. Najafi.

People will come back to a hospital

if they get an infection, Sergeant.
In fact, it's expected.

But no one will come to
a haunted hospital.

We'll be discreet, but we have
to check out every lead,

even if it involves a story
none of us believes.

[Telephone rings]

Yes?

A nurse heard screams coming
from the renovation site.

- Our security guard won't go near it.
- To the right?

[Music]

[Thunderclap]

[Music]

[Door creaks]

[Thunderclap]

[Thunderclap]
[Whispers] Shit!

Jane.

[Music]

[Thunderclap]

[Telephone ringing in distance]

Russell Morgan, the oncologist
in Jennie Tate's treatment.

If someone wanted Dr. Morgan
and Jennie Tate dead,

there are easier ways.
Why the elaborate scheme?

To throw suspicion off themselves,

- like blaming cousin Larry.
- Except ghosts don't exists.

True, which probably means
someone's trying to get back

at the hospital for some reason
we haven't discovered yet.

Hey, the construction on the new wing
is three months behind schedule.

Well, the contract might've had
a penalty for late completion.

Which would be invalid
if the hospital contributed

to the delays because of, oh,
I don't know, a murder investigation?

I'll look into it
first thing in the morning.

Hey, Frankie, why don't you and I
stay on Jennie Tate and Dr. Morgan?

Can you ask Nina to check for
any malpractice lawsuits?

Maybe somebody was unhappy with the
care they received. [Cellphone vibrates]

Why don't you just tell Kent
you don't want to go?

It's not that easy. Kent has
this way of making me feel bad.

Then go.
It's just a couple hours.

- Will you go with me?
- No!

You see how easy that was?

[Cellphone vibrates]
[Chuckles]

Okay. Maura is done
with Dr. Morgan's autopsy.

Hey, what do you think about
this Samantha Caspary?

- Our nosy writer?
- Mm-hmm.

A few ghost murders would be
good for future book sales.

Yeah, but why walk in here
and tell us about

the ghost stories if she's
the one behind it all?

Maybe the creepy he from
the deep told her to do it,

or maybe she's just dumber
than we think she is.

Well, she gave us an alibi.

She said she was on the train
from New York arriving at 7:30.

We're still confirming it.

But telling a lie that specific
would be really dumb.

Were you in the room with her...
Okay, I'm gonna see Maura.

[Thunderclap]

- Hi.
- Oh, good.

I wanted to give you the
autopsy results before I left.

Okay.

Overdose.

Well, there was a needle mark
on the back of his neck,

which was the injection site
for the same cancer drugs

that he was using on his patients.

His heart stopped within seconds
of being injected.

Who would have access to those drugs?

I requested an inventory
from the hospital,

but in the meantime, I'm running
tests on another theory.

You're not gonna tell me
the theory, are you?

- No, not until the tests are complete.
- Oh, Maura! [Cellphone chimes]

Oh. I've got to go.
I'm having drinks with Samantha.

Samantha? The woman that thinks
that ghosts murder people?

Well, she doesn't really think that.

I mean, she's just tracking
an interesting story.

Okay, 'cause she doesn't seem very...

- What?
- Sane.

Well, if she's not crazy,
she's up to something.

All right, well, I'll be careful.

[Both laugh]

- I love it.
- I sense a "but" coming.

No "but."
I have read published authors

whose first drafts
aren't this polished.

- Really?
- Yes, really.

Have you ever thought about
trying something longer?

- A novel, perhaps?
- I have.

I would love to put you
in touch with my editors.

Oh! [Chuckles]

Dessert for my favorite
medical examiner and her friend.

Double chocolate lava cake.
And is that vintage port?

Well, if vintage means, um,

sitting on the shelf
for a really long time?

[Laughter]

This is Angela,
Detective Rizzoli's mother.

Samantha's in town for
the writer's conference.

- How do you do?
- Pleasure to meet you.

I can see where the detective
gets her beauty.

Oh, I like her.
[Chuckles]

- Writer?
- Yes. Yes.

Maura's a writer.

- Ah.
- I write. There's a difference.

[Glass shatters]
[Gasps]

Hounds are calling.

- Are you always this modest?
- No. [Laughs]

But let's talk about you.

You know, I am amazed
at the attention to detail

in your stories.
How do you get your inspiration?

Research, research, research.

When I wrote "The Detective
Doctor of Edinburgh,"

I moved to Edinburgh

so that I could be completely
immersed in his world.

I wanted to write about
Joseph Bell, so I learned

everything I possibly could
about his father, et cetera.

- The story behind the story.
- Like Hateful Hannah.

That ghost story isn't real.

Something happened, and people
attached a ghost to it.

I might never know why,
but, oh, well.

We can't always have the answers
to our questions, can we?

I look forward to reading
your first novel.

[Glasses clink]

[Thunderclap]
[Music]

Thank you.
Oh, keep the change.

This storm doesn't let up soon,
I'm buying a bigger boat.

Oh, thank you.

Any luck running down
the fired employees?

Uh, yeah. They all alibied up.
Uh, what about the contractor?

Oh, he's not our killer.

Guy pays a 15% penalty for every
day over the finish date,

regardless of the reason.

- Pretty steep.
- Mm.

And three accidents
and two murders

won't help him keep his crew
together either.

- What about Samantha Caspary?
- Conductor saw her on the train

the time of Jennie Tate's murder.

All right, I'll tell Maura.

Oh, no bother. I told her.
She asked me to do

a more in-depth background
check on her.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, she said she wanted
to address your concerns.

You can relax. Caspary's legit.
[cellphone vibrates]

- Okay.
- Frankie's got something.

Come on, Paddington.
Let's go find him.

[Music]

- You looking for me?
- Yeah. Take a look at this.

We searched through all
the legal actions filed against

the Mallon Hospital
in the last five years.

- You find anything?
- Oh, the usual patient complaints...

insurance coverages, food, rude nurses.

No one with an ax to grind.
No credible threats.

So what am I supposed
to be looking at?

This.
[Monitor beeps]

So I couldn't find anyone
with a good reason

to hurt Jennie Tate or Dr. Morgan.

But we did find a lot of calls
between the two of them

over the last couple of months.

Nothing unusual there.
He was her doctor.

That's what we thought, too.

Then we noticed that
her husband, Charles,

never called Dr. Morgan...
[Beeps]

until...
the night of his wife's murder.

Could be he was concerned
about his wife.

Or maybe he just found out
about this.

[Beep]
The State Road Motel?

This is the guest log
from three months ago.

Dr. Morgan and Jennie Tate...
[Beeps]

...stayed at the same hotel
on the same night.

What are the odds of that?

Pretty damn good if
they were having an affair.

[Music]

Just a few things
we need to clear up.

[Pen clicks]
Okay.

When did you find out your wife
was having an affair?

- What? An... An affair?
- I don't hear you denying it.

What the hell are you
talking about?

She... She had cancer,
for God's sake.

- That's not the point.
- That's enough.

Where were you the night
your wife died?

At home until the detectives came

to tell me Jennie was dead.

Was there anyone there?

- Someone who can verify that?
- No.

Did you go back to
the hospital at any point?

No.

- Why'd you call Dr. Morgan that night?
- To check on Jennie.

Are you sure it wasn't
to confront him

about screwing your wife?

You think my wife was having
an affair with Dr. Morgan?

They spent the weekend together
in New Hampshire.

It happens. The doctor/patient
relationship...

it's a strong bond.

I knew about this.
It's not what you think.

Tell me what I should think, Charles.

[Sighs]

Local hospitals wouldn't approve
the use of a new drug cocktail.

Too much liability, they said.

So Dr. Morgan treated Jennie
at a private clinic

- in New Hampshire. Until...
- Until Mallon Hospital agreed

to let him give the drugs
to his patients.

You were right about
one thing, detectives.

My wife did love Dr. Morgan.

So did I.
He was saving her.

I have no idea
why they were killed,

and it seems like
you don't either, so...

unless I'm under arrest...

[Sighs heavily]

[Telephone ringing in distance]

We worked Charles Tate pretty hard,

a guy who just lost his wife.

I really hate that part of the job.

- So his story checked out?
- Yep. Back to square one.

[Sighs] All right, well,
the contractor had no motive.

None of the hospital employees
held any grudges.

Charles Tate didn't do it.

Yeah, so it's... it's gotta be
about the hospital.

Who would want to shut down
a hospital?

Well, whoever it is may have
enough of the cancer drugs

to kill at least three more people.

The drugs that killed Dr. Morgan
were from Jennie's IV bag?

Yes, and by my calculations,

there's still 150ccs missing
from the bag.

That's enough to kill three people?

Well, in a measured amount
such as an IV drip,

it's completely safe, but in
a concentrated dose,

it could result in immediate death.

I'll call the hospital
and have them keep an eye

on Dr. Morgan's other patients.

[Music]

So the rose, the impalement...

Somebody has to know
the details of this ghost story.

Didn't Samantha Caspary mention
something about hospital archives?

- I could send a C.S.R.U. team down there.
- Okay.

If somebody did go through
the files from the early 1900s,

there may be trace evidence.

You know, I might ask
Samantha Caspary to join me.

- Why?
- Well, if there's no trace evidence,

it still might make sense
to go through the documents.

And her PhD was in
the evolution of baptism

- in the English medieval church.
- Uh-huh?

Which means that she's gone
through thousands

of ancient records to build
and test her theory.

Oh. So you're saying that
she has good research skills

- and she's not allergic to dust.
- Exactly.

And it wouldn't be
the first time I've enlisted

- an expert's opinion.
- You okay with this?

Sure, as long as she signs
a nondisclosure agreement.

Even if they find something,
she won't be able to use it.

- All right.
- Done.

[Humming]

[Siren wailing in distance,
horn blaring]

This part of the archive contain
medical records from before 1920.

If someone's been in here recently,
my team will know about it.

[Exhales] Thank you so much
for including me.

We're finished in here.
No fresh latents.

I doubt anyone's been near
those shelves in 20 years.

Thank you. I'll see you back at the lab.
[Door creaks open]

So... I suppose that's it.

Well, I've been thinking
about what you said.

- The story behind the story?
- Exactly.

Maybe there is something
to the Hannah Rose case

that relates
to the present-day murders.

But there's no way to really know

unless we go through these files.

- Are you serious?
- I brought gloves.

[Rain falling]

[Music]

Frankie?
[Door closes]

- What's going on?
- I'm trying to avoid Kent.

Well, if you keep dripping
on my bar,

you can avoid him outside.

Oh. [Sighs]

Why are you avoiding him?

He wants me to go
to a concert with him.

- Nice. What concert?
- That's just it. I don't know.

I don't want to spend
an entire night

listening to bagpipes and harps.

Guy's weird.

Oh, come on.
We're all a little weird.

Well, you don't know the half of it.

Well, I know
he's the new kid in town.

He got here a year ago.

And probably doesn't have
a lot of friends, Frankie.

- That's on him.
- You could be nice to him.

Yeah. That's what Nina said.

Good advice.
You should listen to her.

You remember how I became
den mother for the Cub Scouts?

- Yeah. You loved it.
- No, I did not love it.

I did that so that at least
once a week

- you would have some friends.
- Get out. No way.

Frankie, you were a very shy boy.

You had a hard time making friends.

- [Sighs] You needed a little help.
- How is that helping?

All these years, I thought those
guys were really my friends.

They became your friends
once they got to know you.

You just needed a chance.

So you think I should tell
Kent to join the Cub Scouts?

[Chuckles]

Kent gave you a generous offer.

Go. Enjoy it.

You wouldn't be saying that
if you had to go.

I would, too.

Now you came here to eat
or complain?

Tuna melt?
Yeah.

[Groans]

Fascinating.

When I was researching Dr. Bell,

I read a great deal about
autopsies from this period.

But to actually hold
an autopsy book...

You'd be surprised how little
protocols have changed.

You know, I haven't found
anything pertaining

to this murder/suicide case.
Have you?

Imagine if the people
who wrote these reports

knew that we'd be studying them
over a hundred years later.

What would they make of all the
advances in medicine and treatments?

That's where the imagination
of the novelist

can help fill in the gaps.

Do you ever think about how
people of the future

will look at the work you do?

Samantha, what are you doing?!
[clatter]

[Thunderclap]
[Music]

You were right to be
suspicious about Samantha.

She said all those nice things
about my writing

just so I'd trust her.

Oh, come on.
That can't be true.

Oh. It's so obvious.
I caught her trying to remove files.

She just used me to get access
to the archives.

What'd she try to take?

A list of the patients
that died in 1905.

She wanted to research the families

and see if they knew anything
about Hateful Hannah.

I'll have Nina run
the names on the list,

but that list is
over a hundred years old.

I doubt it has anything
to do with our case.

I just feel so foolish. I...

allowed the flattery
to cloud my reason.

[Sighs heavily] So you're
human like the rest of us?

Well, the archives were
illuminating, though.

- Yeah?
- According to the records,

Hannah Rose died of typhoid fever.

Her doctor was looking for a cure,

trying various treatments
on several patients,

but none were successful
and all the patients died.

What happened to the doctor?

Well, after his patients died,
he committed suicide.

Mm.

But there is no mention
of a ghost or roses

anywhere in the archives.

Well, the administrator
knew all about it.

I mean, she told us about
a ghost story

- that nearly destroyed the hospital.
- Well, it was 1905.

People more readily
accepted the supernatural.

And all those deaths
all at once and a suicide,

it would be fertile ground
for a ghost story.

I would think that a murderous
ghost haunting a hospital

- would be somewhat newsworthy.
- I agree.

But Samantha said she couldn't
find any accounts of the story.

And are we going to believe her
on that one?

Well, if she had found something,
she wouldn't have come to us.

Well, somehow,
the killer knows all about it

because they had to throw in the
rose to connect it to Hannah Rose.

Where would they find her name?

Not from the hospital archives.

Those records had been
undisturbed for many years.

Well, with that many deaths
and a suicide,

somebody had to have reported on it.

[Thunderclap]
If we can't find the article,

then that means somebody stole it.

[Rain falling]

No, that's two Z's.
R-i-z-z-o-l-i.

I'm Frankie Rizzoli Junior.

My father is
Frank Rizzoli Senior.

You know, this is, like, the
third time this has happened.

Can't you make a note
on the file or something?

No, no, no, yeah. Whatever.
I understand.

Thank you for your help.

[Cellphone beeps]
Everything okay?

[Groans] My father's having
financial problems.

Somehow his creditors
keep getting my number.

- That's annoying.
- Yeah.

It's always something
with him, you know?

Maybe it's just a part
of being a Rizzoli.

If I have a son,

he's probably gonna have to
clean up my messes.

- Don't do that.
- What?

Don't put yourself down like that.

You're not like your father.
You know that, right?

Yeah, I was just joking.

But I'm not. I knew him.
And I know you.

And I know what you've
grown into the past few years.

You're a good man
and a fine detective.

- Thank you.
- So maybe it's time to just stop.

- Stop what?
- Stop being Frankie Junior.

You're not a kid anymore.

Well, I've always been
Frankie Junior.

Doesn't mean you always
have to be... Frank.

[Exhales]

[Music]
[Rain falling]

[Thunderclap,
telephone ringing in distance]

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Kent's looking for you again.
- Well, he's a hard guy to avoid.

Then maybe you shouldn't
avoid him.

- I'll call him. I promise.
- I bet you'll have a good time.

- Sure.
- And maybe after the concert,

you guys could sign up
for Cub Scouts.

I'm gonna disown my mother.

[Laughs] That won't stop her
from telling me

all the cute Frankie Junior stories.
Did you find anything

in the historical document room
at the library, Scout?

- Actually, I did.
- Oh.

Turns out a lot of pages
were cut out

of the original editions
of "The Dispatch" from 1905.

These are the names of people
who looked at newspapers

from the early 1900s
over the last two months.

Any, uh, security cameras
in that area of the library?

No. Apparently, they use
all their money

for white cotton gloves.
[Beeping]

- Hmm.
- This is interesting.

Joseph Mason.
Why is he so special?

[Beep]
He died two years ago,

but checked into the library
last month.

[Sighs]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Elevator bell dings]

There you are. I've been
looking for you everywhere.

Oh! Wow, yeah.

I've been, uh...
I was just about to call you.

I'd love to come.
I would love to come, yeah.

What is it? Is it bagpipes or...
or the Clear Shark?

Clear...

Oh, you mean...
you mean Clarsach? God, no.

You're not into harp music, are you?

No, no. I just thought that,
you know, you...

[Chuckles] Yes!
This is so cool.

[Elevator bell dings]
Um, hey, hey, I, uh,

I gotta go canvass a building
for witnesses.

You got time for a ride-along?

- Really?
- Yeah!

- You sure?
- Come on.

Oh, that'd be grand. I just need
to get my bag from downstairs.

All right.
[Exhales deeply]

I've got an extra ticket for tonight

if you know anyone else
who wants to come along.

Oh, I know just the person.
[Button clicks]

Any leads on who might be using
the Mason library card?

Frankie talked to an old-timer
who knew Mason.

Remembered him as being very frail,

but he had a caregiver who lived
next door... Margery Cannon.

Margery died six months ago of cancer,

and her husband died
20 years before that.

I'm getting really tired of all
our leads being dead people.

- All right.
- There were no Margery Cannon

admitted to the Mallon Hospital.

Maybe she was
at a different hospital.

[Beep]
She died at St. Mary's.

"Survived by her devoted
stepson, James Miller."

James Miller. James...

Can you pull the list of employees

at the Mallon Hospital, please?
[Typing]

[Beep]

Yeah. James Miller.
Maintenance department.

A maintenance guy could
move around the hospital

- and never raise an eyebrow.
- Yeah, let's go talk to him.

Also, uh, could you call
the hospital, please,

and see if Margery Cannon was
in Dr. Morgan's drug trials?

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

[Types]
Mm-hmm.

Ms. Najafi is unavailable,
but she left this for you.

Margery's application to
Dr. Morgan's program was denied.

Her form of cancer couldn't be
treated with his drugs.

So James Miller came to
work every day and watched

people in the program being
cured while his stepmom died.

So his revenge wasn't
just against the hospital,

- but also Dr. Morgan.
- And Jennie Tate was just collateral damage.

Um, could we see James Miller's
personnel file, please?

I'm sorry, Detective,
but Ms. Najafi is the only

person who has access to
those files. She's out.

- [Sighs] Out where?
- The construction foreman called,

said there was
some kind of problem.

There's nobody on the site at this hour.

Thank you.
[Music]

Woman: Stop! Aah!

[Thunderclap]
No, please!

Aah!

No, please.
[Crying]

James, no! Don't!

- Don't do it.
- Please help me.

Stay back.

It is not her fault
that your stepmom is dead.

- Yes, it is.
- No, it's not. It's not anybody's fault.

They turned her away.
They could've helped her.

It's all their fault.

The treatment wouldn't
help her cancer.

- You don't know that.
- James, listen to me.

Margery would not have
wanted this.

She helped people.
She took care of people.

She would not want
somebody else to die.

[Presses plunger]

- No! No!
- Aah!

I got her! I got her! Go!

[Music]

[Electricity crackles]

[Thunderclap, electricity crackles]

[Gunshots]

[Thud]

[Thunderclap]

[Radio chatter]

- She all right?
- She's responding to the antitoxin.

Miller never had a chance
to give her the whole syringe.

It's not a ghost.
[Thunderclap]

Thanks.

[Sighs]

- Don't think about it.
- Yeah.

Let's go.

[Music]

[Classical music playing]

[Indistinct conversations]

- Maura?
- Hello.

I'm so glad you still came
to the conference.

What I did was...
unforgivable.

Well, I'm not going to lie.

For a person of your ability
to do such a thing,

it was surprising
and disappointing.

The blank page can make you
a little crazy sometimes.

But I should not have violated
your trust,

and for that, I am deeply ashamed.

Will you allow me
to make it up to you?

May I introduce you
to some people?

- That's not necessary.
- No, no. I-I want to.

I meant what I said.
You're a wonderful writer.

And these people might be able
to help you.

[Music]

Please?

- Okay.
- Where's Detective Rizzoli?

I thought she was coming here
with you tonight.

Yeah, she's just running
a few minutes late.

She had to shoot someone.

- Hi.
- [Gasps] Oh! [Chuckles]

I only shoot people in
the line of duty. Mostly.

- Um, we're fine.
- Mm-hmm.

Samantha, in fact, has kindly
offered to introduce us

to some of the wonderful
writers here.

- Wow. How kind.
- Jane.

- What?
- Point taken.

Tess! Tess.
Come and meet my friends.

- This is Tess.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- Jane Rizzoli.

- Ah. - She's a detective
with the Boston Police Department.

Oh. And is that dress
official police issue?

[Maura chuckles]
Uh, yes.

Actually, you should see when
my brother wears it.

It's even more fabulous.
[Laughter]

And this is Dr. Maura Isles.

She's the Chief Medical Examiner.

It is a pleasure to meet you.

Oh, you two are gonna be
the most popular people

in the room tonight.
You know,

no one loves hearing
about murder and mayhem

more than mystery writers.
[Laughter]

- Absolutely. Shall we? Yes?
- Yes.

- Such a pleasure to meet you.
- Well, I wanna...

Find me every seven minutes.

[Bar music]

Ooh. This looks promising.

It's a one-week writer's retreat
in the Adirondacks.

- And all vegan, no TV, no Internet.
- No, thank you?

- We should both do it.
- Do you really hate me that much?

You should write a book, too.

Maura, that might be
the worst idea you've ever had.

- Why? You have so many great stories.
- Great.

Then you tell them, and I'll
wait for the books on tape.

[Laughs] Well, thanks
for coming, anyway.

Yes, the refreshments...
were refreshing.

Frankie told me to meet him here
after the concert.

Oh. Uh, well, they are not...

- Frankie: Oh, my God.
- ...here.

[Laughs]
That was amazing!

I mean, the... the pyro and the...
the makeup, right?

Oh, my God. We had so much fun.
[Laughing]

Friends of yours?

Uh, yeah.
We made lots of friends.

Where's Kent?

Ah! We're gonna rock this
place all night! Whoo, yeah!

- Drinks are on me, guys!
- Woman: Whoo!

It's better than the kilt.
[Cheering]

Guys, what a gig!
We were there, right up the front.

He was looking at me. Aah!

And I was like, "Aah!"
[Angela laughs]

Right? Right, and then...
[Speaks indistinctly]

Ohh!
[Speaks indistinctly]

- It was so cool!
- Whiskeys all around, all around, everybody here.

- Whoo!
- Yes!

[Laughter, indistinct conversations]