Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 7, Episode 7 - Dead Weight - full transcript

- [Tires screech] Man: Hey!
- Whoo!

Woman: Jerk!
[Horn honks]

[Woman yelps, horn blares]

Yeah!

- Yeah!
- Those begonias are annuals, you jerk!

Yeah! Whoo!

[Music]

- There's a boy in the lane.
- Yes, Mom, he'll move.

[Laughs]

- It don't look like he's moving.
- Thank you, Mother.

[Horn honks]



[Horn blares]
Whoo!

[Explosion, splat]
[Screams]

Thank you for signing for this.

I got caught up at
the clinic last night.

Yeah, sure.

How are you liking working
with the living, by the way?

You know, it's incredible.
I assisted with a caesarean.

Just couldn't resist
cutting something open, huh?

It was the obstetrician's call.

You brought life into the world.
I signed for a package.

My God!
Is there anything we can't do?

[Chuckles]
What is that, anyway?

Well, you know how you
can never recognize me

at my fencing tournaments?



Yeah, 'cause you all look like
giant tampons in face masks?

I ordered a custom sabre guard

so that you could pick
me out of the crowd.

Oh.

Oh! [Gasps]

[Haughty voice] Oh. Yes.

I'm quite sure the ladies at the club
will not appreciate this.

Well, when they are distracted,
the advantage is mine.

- Mm.
- En garde.

- Is that how you did your caesarean?
- [Chuckles] Just like that.

[Laughs]

- No!
- Your chariot to Logan awaits.

[Sighs] Is it that time al...
Fine, I'll get my stuff.

Okay, she's acting like
I'm taking her to jail.

You have no idea how hard
it was to convince her

to accept the FBI's invitation
to lecture at Quantico.

First class trip to D.C.?
Teaching a class of FBI trainees?

[Loudly] What's not to be excited about?!

It's economy and a middle seat.

And that's probably going to be
the highlight of the entire trip.

You get to share your vast experience
with a class of FBI trainees.

Yes, and in my vast experience,

the words "FBI" and "sharing"
don't really go together.

All right, well, this
isn't a case you're working.

Approach it in the spirit of...
education and cooperation.

And reciprocation,

because the FBI's gonna
owe me huge after this.

[Cellphones ring, vibrate, beep]

- Rizzoli.
- Isles.

That just doesn't sound right.

[Door opens]

That's messed up.

[title music]

7x07 - "Dead Weight"

[Police radio chatter]

- Fatal collision?
- Bike was playing chicken with an SUV.

- Mhm.
- Driver managed to stop in time,

but all of a sudden,
the bicyclist exploded.

- Excuse me?
- That's what they're telling us.

Well, the shock of having
caused a traffic fatality

could prompt the mind to invent
a less culpable narrative.

This narrative was given
by two additional witnesses.

They're gonna work with a sketch artist

- down at the station.
- Ah, they got a look at the suspect?

Nobody saw a suspect. They're
giving a description of the victim.

Why would we need a sketch of the the...

Oh. Got it.

The degree of these burns could
make fingerprinting impossible.

Yeah, there was no ID
in the backpack either.

Frankie: That's in better
shape than our victim.

I'm guessing the bomb isn't in there?

We're not sure there was a bomb.

My team has yet to find
a detonator or a casing

consistent with any sort
of conventional explosive.

- Bag's clean. CSRU can have it.
- Thank you.

[Police radio chatter]

Could this guy have
been struck by lightning?

The burns all appear thermal in nature,

so you can rule out
electricity as the source.

No suspect, no bomb, no act of God.

We could have a case of
spontaneous human combustion.

I'm pretty sure the human body
doesn't just blow up for no reason.

- Maura.
- Sorry, Frankie.

Every investigated incident
of spontaneous human combustion

involved an overlooked
external ignition source.

We need to figure out
what the source was here.

[Radio chatter continues]

Jane: Spontaneous combustion,
and I'm missing it?

Maura says it's technically
not a real thing,

but this could be the one
time she's wrong, right?

It's the first time Maura's
wrong, and I'm missing it?!

I gotta go.
[Cellphone beeps]

- Detective Rizzoli.
- Hi.

Pleasure to finally meet you in person.

Hi, Agent Davies.
Thank you for having me.

Oh, no. Thanks for coming.

Agent Dean bet me I'd
never get you out of Boston.

Well, you made a great sales pitch.

Promised him I wouldn't
let you turn into a pumpkin.

Okay, well, have me
home before midnight.

[Chuckles]
Yes, ma'am.

[Bar music]

- Hey.
- Hey.

What's going on over there?

Don't know. She's
been at it all morning.

Hey.
You looking for a new job?

Oh, no, just going over current events.

With a highlighter?
What, is there a quiz later?

Fine. I'm looking for an apartment.

- For who?
- Me.

Okay, did something happen with Maura?

No, everything is as
great as it's always been.

Well, since I got my GED,
I've got a new perspective on life.

I'm an adult.
I don't wanna be crashing

at somebody else's place.

It's not like you're
sleeping on her couch.

- Maura won't care.
- I care.

And please, don't say
anything until I find a place.

- I don't want her talking me out of it.
- Fine. You're the adult.

Oh, the best places are online.

None of the neighbors
recognize our victim

from the eyewitness sketch.

And there was nothing at the scene
to help identify him, either.

Everything was too
damaged from the fire.

Dental records?

No match in NCIC's database
for missing persons.

The only thing I could determine
is that it's a white male,

20 to 25 years old,
and the cause of death

being severe blast injury.

I just got the DNA results
back from the victim's body.

- Are we any closer to identifying him?
- It's hard to tell, really.

It says here that the sample came

from the interior thoracic
cage just behind the sternum.

- Because that's where I took it from.
- Yeah.

That is the interior thoracic
cage behind the sternum.

And you used an ultra-flocked swab?

Like I've done a thousand times before.

Kent, are you trying to say
that the test was inconclusive?

Mm.

- Maybe a little bit too conclusive.
- What does that even mean?

Well, it means that
our test didn't return

- one DNA profile from our victim's body.
- It returned five.

[Music]

I ran a sketch of our victim
through facial recognition,

but it returned 10,000 possible matches.

- Any one could be our guy.
- Or our guys.

Well, the victim's body had, like,
five different DNA profiles, right?

Maybe he just had a blood
transfusion... or four.

Or maybe our bicyclist

was really five Little Rascals
under a trench coat.

[Laughs] Then let's hope
Alfalfa's a violent felon.

- Hmm.
- I submitted all five profiles to CODIS.

Maybe there'll be
a match to our victim or killer.

Well, don't be so quick to
assume there is a killer.

Again with the spontaneous
human combustion?

- I'm just saying it's possible.
- Well, hopefully, you'll stop saying it.

According to Wikipedia,
the jury's still out.

There is not enough time in the day
to keep that site honest.

Further analysis of the victim's wounds

indicate that the explosive
came from below the body.

Wait a minute.

This is the same model bike
that our victim was riding.

[Beep]
And look what's below the seat.

- Frankie: A water bottle mount.
- If an explosive was in the bottle,

someone could've planted
it long before our victim

even got on his bike.

So... not spontaneous human combustion?

More like murder.

I'll have Kent test the water bottle
pieces for any explosive residue.

And facial recognition
gave you all those results?

The sketch may look like
our victim to the human eye,

but if it's off by
even a few millimeters,

the software can think
it's a different person.

The sketch is just too imprecise.

I may be able to help with that.

- How's it look?
- Yeah.

Give me one more pass
on the left-hand side.

[Beep] Nice job getting
your hands on this, Kent.

Mm. My pleasure.

Although, my mate at the
V.A. was rather curious

as to why the coroner's office required
a medical grade 3D scanner.

I just told him that we were fitting
a corpse for a pair of prosthetic legs.

[Chuckles]

Well, then I hope you told
him what we're really doing.

What? And dispel my carefully
crafted air of mystique and whimsy?

Dr. Isles, I thought you
knew me better than that.

Okay, how does it look now?

Looks like my Granny's wig stand.

All right. Let's map the
eyewitness sketch on it.

Okay.

[Beeping]

Move the eyes on the socket.

Mouth up.

- There?
- Mm-hmm.

Just add some skin tone.
[Beeping]

Some hair color.

[Beep]
[Singsongy] And here's Johnny!

- ...Doe.
- Okay, send that to Nina. Nice work.

[Skype alert chiming]

Well, if it isn't the FBI's
most wanted instructor.

How's Quantico?

It's fine.
Show me the handlebars.

- You've been talking to Frankie.
- Are the arms really still attached?

You know, I find your interest
in this a bit grotesque.

Show me!

Oh, so gross.

I can't believe I'm missing it!

And I can't believe...
you packed khakis and a polo?

Oh.

No, no, I didn't. It...

Agent Davies thought
it would be good for me

to dress like the trainees, so it...

You're considering it?
Is he cute?

Tell me about this Agent Davies.

No, it... he's...

huge, huge blue eyes, and I...

No, he's FBI. Whatever. Ou...

And honestly, I would wear a clown suit
if I thought it would help.

Please listen to these people
that I'm supposed to teach.

Okay, ready?

Valedictorian.
Doctor of Psychology.

Rhodes Scholar.
Really?

But you chase killers on a daily basis.

I don't think a few straight-"A"
students could possibly scare you.

No, I'm not scared.
But I just... [Sighs]

How am I gonna connect to a bunch
of overachieving millennials?

Well, don't forget, you're
an overachiever, too.

You've got it in you.
No clown costume required.

Thank you.

I'm gonna go write my talk
or speech, whatever it is.

And I think Kent needs you.

Oh. I, uh, didn't wanna interrupt.

- That'd be rude, right?
- Okay. Bye!

Bye, Jane!

- Well?
- Oh! Yeah. Nina...

[Chuckles]
She already identified our bicyclist

from the image that we sent over.

[Sighs]
[Beep]

Hmm. See?
Pixar's got nothing on us.

Booyah.
Don't leave me hangin'.

Awkward.

And the classroom's
hooked up with a projector

for any audio/video needs.

- Should I have audio/video needs?
- Totally optional.

J. Edgar Hoover didn't
have audio/video needs.

Yes, but I heard he had
a fabulous dress collection.

- We don't make those jokes here.
- I'm sorry.

His high heel collection
was really the thing to see.

[Cellphone rings]
Oh, sorry, Detective. One moment.

- Yeah.
- Davies.

[Elevator bell dings]

Man: Have you seen her cases?
She's like a super cop.

Yeah, in Boston.
They couldn't have found

one guy on the Federal level
to teach this stuff?

Sorry, again.

- Shall we?
- Yeah.

[Music]

[Switch clicks]
Wow.

I can see why someone would
want to kill Robert Hall

for his sweet bachelor pad.

What does this guy do for a living?

- Nina didn't find a current employer.
- Huh.

Oh!

He had a Razer VR headset.

His parents mentioned
bankrolling him when you spoke?

The opposite.

When he dropped out of
high school and got arrested

for drug possession, they
tried to get him clean.

But when he ran away from
rehab the second time,

they cut him off completely.

Well, maybe he's trying
to turn his life around.

No arrests in the last
year, so it's possible.

Even so, how does a kid with no job

who's been cut off from
his family afford all this?

[Door creaks]

He was an entrepreneur.

- Why do you say that?
- Meth lab gave it away.

[Music]

All in all, we seized
nearly $20,000 in cash

and 4 pounds of crystal meth
at Robert Hall's apartment.

If someone killed him
over drugs or money,

why not take the drugs or money?

I paid a visit to Detective O'Connell.

The drug unit's seen an influx of
high purity meth the last 12 months.

They think this kitchen
turned meth lab's the source.

It's sophisticated enough.
Just one problem.

Hall's equipment has barely been used.

How does a high school
dropout know how to build

a sophisticated meth lab?

I already checked Hall's
old chemistry teacher.

He's clean.
But maybe he had help from

one of the other Little
Rascals in the trench coat.

[Chuckles]
[Beeps]

CODIS got a match for one
of the five DNA profiles

found on the body.
David Yao, AKA Big Yao.

[Beep] Leader of a
small-time street gang.

Aggravated assault, armed robbery,
drug trafficking.

Maybe Hall learned to cook meth
from a more experienced partner.

A partner wouldn't be too
happy to discover that he was

- setting up his own shop at home.
- I'll talk to drug unit,

have them set up a talk with Big Yao.

Uh, Obviously, um, if
you can find a web site

that tells you a guy who
blinks too much is lying,

well, then, your suspect can as well.

[Sighs]

But you're all very smart individuals.

You probably already know that.

[Sighs]
Okay, um...

the reason that I didn't go
to a 4-year college was that...

Ugh. I just... I just dreaded
the thought of having to listen

to a teacher drone on and on.

I-I wanted to get out there.

I wanted to do it for myself.
Um...

So let's do that. Um...

instead of talking
about an interrogation,

why don't we just... just do one?

- Uh, you.
- Kyle Price!

I didn't even have to ask a question.
[Laughter]

Come on over here, Kyle.
Have a seat.

Don't worry. I won't hurt you.

All right.

So, Kyle, tell me about your hobbies.

Um... I like watching movies.

Okay, like, uh,
like tough guy movies?

- Yeah.
- All right. Uh, and be honest,

when was the last time
that you took your fake gun

and "Taxi Driver" ed
in the bathroom mirror?

[Laughter]

Never. [Chuckles]

- Are you embarrassed by it?
- No.

- So you're not embarrassed?
- Well, no, that's not what I meant.

Agent Davies, uh,

could you fire up that
projector for me, please?

What are you doing?

Well, this place is
crawling with cameras.

You didn't...
[Whirring]

You didn't think that they
missed the bathroom, too, did you?

I don't believe you.

More importantly, Kyle,
I don't believe you.

So what are we gonna find on that video?

All right, all right, stop.
All right, don't do it.

I didn't "Taxi Driver."

I "Dirty Harry" ed.
[Laughter]

When you establish a
connection with your suspect,

it opens the door for
a tactic like deception.

Really? Cameras in the bathroom?
[Laughter]

All right, we're just getting started.

You know, the best thing about a uniform

is that you can wear
them a few days in a row

without anybody noticing.
Am I right?

I always wash my clothes, Detective.

Let's talk about what you're afraid of.

- Nothing.
- There is no way

that anyone sticks to the
arbitrary curfew rules.

The rules are here for a reason.

My brother's a grown-ass man,
and he is afraid of spiders.

No, no, like, you don't have
to be embarrassed about it.

Like, we all slept in our
clothes once in a while.

This is not a lie...
I actually shot myself,

and I am not ashamed to say,

- I don't ever want that to happen again.
- Not afraid of bullets.

I guess I've gone a couple days before.

[Silently] Really?
Without changing your underwear?

- Don't... [Laughs]
- That's minimization.

When you convince someone
that it's not a crime,

watch how quickly they'll admit to it.

So was that just after zero hundred

- or not until the next morning?
- Just after.

So you were out past curfew?
[Sighs]

[Laughter]

That's the alternative question.

Either alternative is
still an admission of guilt.

You ever leave the light on at night?

Sure. I've left it on a few times.

Sounds like a night-light to me.
[Laughter]

But who isn't afraid of the dark
every once in a while, right?

Very nice. Thank you.

- Thanks a lot.
- Thank you.

- Thanks. Bye.
- Thank you.

Thanks.
I've had the same bra for 10 years.

- I always wear clean underwear.
- I believe you. [Laughs]

Hey, thanks for letting
me put you on the spot.

It's no problem, Detective.

- I didn't mean to upset you.
- You didn't.

Your presentation was really... cute.
[click, clatter]

Woman: I've got it.

[Music]

[Elevator bell dings]
So the water bottle that blew up

had traces of glycerin
and potassium perma...

- Permanganate.
- I'm just gonna type that one in.

It's an oxidizing agent
used in water treatment.

The glycerin is sugar alcohol

with uses from food
sweetener to antifreeze.

Innocent enough apart, but
together, highly combustive.

Hopefully there's
someone in Big Yao's gang

with a connection to
those compounds, because I

haven't had any luck
connecting them with our victim.

So Robert Hall wasn't in any
of the surveillance photos

- from the gang unit?
- Nope.

So unless Big Yao just volunteers

how his DNA ended up at the
scene, Frankie and Korsak

have nothing to sweat him
with when he's brought in.

Wait. That's Big Yao?

Selling weed at Boylston
and Tremont three months ago.

- So when was this picture taken?
- Last Friday. I know.

If nothing else, the guys can at
least get his diet secrets. [Beeps]

There is no amount of diet or exercise
that will yield results that quickly.

When Big Yao gets
here, have them find out

when and where he did his liposuction.

Liposuction?

[Frankie laughs]

- How'd it go in interrogation?
- Well, it wasn't easy,

but eventually, we
got a full confession.

- About the murder?
- About the lipo.

Big Yao is a patient
of Dr. Verusca Vela.

- Licensed cosmetic surgeon.
- Other than proving that

Big Yao is the most
vain gangster in Boston,

what does this have
to do with our murder?

I'm working on a hypothesis
about the murder weapon.

Glycerin, one of the compounds
found in the water bottle,

is normally purchased commercially.

But if someone didn't want
it traced back to them,

they could make it on
their own by... melting fat,

like that removed by liposuction.

Down to tallow, mixing it
with a little lye and salt,

and voil?,
you've got homemade glycerin.

- Is that... from a person?
- Cow.

Oh. Good.
It smells delicious.

Well, if you have access,
liposuction byproduct

is the easiest way to get enough
fat without anybody noticing.

I mean, you wouldn't
believe the looks I got

just for ordering 10
pounds of bovine leaf fat

- from the butcher.
- Oh, I believe it.

Well, our killer would've
needed a lot more than I did,

because my demonstration
is just 1/10th the size.

- Demonstration?
- I do need to test my hypothesis. Kent.

Ah, yes.
Now, pay attention.

On the bottom, we
have homemade glycerin.

On the top, we have
potassium permanganate.

Now, you mix these two puppies
together and bang! [clap]

[Exhales]
Any questions?

In the middle, this layer
of fat is strong enough

to keep them from combining,

but weak enough to
spread apart when shaken.

Like during a bike ride.

So you think that
someone made the explosive

that killed Robert
Hall with... lipo fat?

Well, if the experiment proves tenable,

then it would explain the other DNA

and why we didn't find any
trigger mechanism at the scene.

It's no wonder Jane comes
down here all the time.

You guys have all the fun.
[Chuckles]

She's gonna hate that she
missed out on the fat bomb.

[Chuckles]
Well, it's actually

a lipid-accelerating
exothermic combustive device.

No, that's not as sexy as fat bomb.

Well, the office of the
Chief Medical Examiner

is not gonna write "fat bomb"
as a cause of death.

It's made of fat.
It is a bomb.

- What? You, too?
- If the fat bomb fits...

People, please. Can we just let
the science speak for itself?

Now, I want you to look into this box,

look into your hearts...

and tell me...

What would you call this?
[Sighs]

[Click, whirring]

[Explosion, object thuds]

[Laughs]

Sorry, Maura.
I'm with fat bomb.

[Music]

[Music]

Finally.

I have two procedures
scheduled this afternoon

and I would very much prefer
not to miss either one of them.

Nobody needs Botox that bad.

I don't add poison to the body.
I free it of excess.

And get pretty creative
with it, too, apparently.

Can't even imagine what
you're implying, Officer.

It's Sergeant.
And I'm not implying anything, Dr. Vela.

I already know what you
did with David Yao's fat

- after the liposuction.
- Sorry, I don't know who that is.

Maybe you know him as Big Yao,

or not-so-Big Yao, thanks to you.
You need to stop lying.

Doctor/patient confidentiality.

- My apologies.
- Mm-hmm.

How about you explain
how fat from Big Yao

and three more of your patients
got synthesized into the bomb

that killed a young man?

I have before and after pictures,

since that's something
you're more familiar with.

A bomb?
I wouldn't even know where to start.

Then you won't mind if
we check your records,

see if you purchased
any controlled substances

with your medical credentials?

Yeah. I mean, that...
that's... that's not a problem.

The fat goes into decanting cannisters,
and... and then I never see it again.

It's Sunland Medical Waste that
removes it from the premises.

But they are supposed to
incinerate it right away.

I'll take that information as well.
[Pen clicks]

Fine.

[Bar music]

- Hi.
- Hey.

Last place no good?

Oh, I'm pretty sure half the units
there are rented out by the hour.

[Chuckles]

You know, there's an easier option.

- Yeah, I know. The Internet.
- No. Maura's.

Ma, you've got a great thing
going here. Why change that?

Do you remember when you were 15

and you asked me to
stop cutting your hair?

- Kind of.
- Kind of? It was a huge decision for you.

You sat me down like...
like you were gonna move out.

Well, we hated giving you adjustments.

You remember the time when I asked you

to stop putting oregano on my pasta?

- Hey, I don't wanna talk about that!
- See?

You wanted to go to the barber

like all the boys in the neighborhood.

You even paid for it yourself.
It made you feel like a man.

- I get it. [Sighs]
- Ah.

- No, I'm gonna make your life easier.
- Who are you calling?

No one. We are gonna
find you an apartment.

- There. See?
- Oh. Could you make it bigger?

- What? The apartment?
- No, the... the screen.

[Music]

[Knocks on door]
Sergeant. Come in.

Hey. I'm stuck waiting on a subpoena

for Sunland Medical's personnel records.

Were you able to find
anything in Dr. Vela's file

that ties her to Robert
Hall's meth business?

Well, there was no pseudoephedrine

or any other suspicious
chemicals in her purchase order.

- But?
- But I did notice something else.

So according to her records,
Dr. Vela has performed

enough liposuction surgeries
to remove approximately

1,000 pounds of aspirated fat per month.

So that would mean... [Beep]
around 300 of these cannisters.

Sunland was only billing her
to remove 100 of them per month.

She's fat skimming.

These are strict laws on the
disposal of medical waste.

So paying Sunland at least something

- would make her appear compliant.
- And she could get rid of the rest

- with someone less expensive.
- Skirting around numerous EPA regulations.

So she's not gonna admit
where that fat's ending up...

but she might show us.

Thanks, Doc.

[Music]

Korsak: Of course it's
the last car on the lot.

Dr. Vela better not keep
us out here all night.

[Inhales deeply, exhales slowly]

It's a nice night, though.
I mean, look at that Moon.

I've never seen you be so
happy to be on a stakeout.

I just spent the last three hours
using the Internet with my mother.

[Chuckles]
Got it. Well, welcome back.

Korsak.
Okay, that's just gross.

She's transporting the fat in her trunk?

Well, I wouldn't want that in
my leather seats. [Chuckles]

Hold on.

Maybe she's not
transporting it anywhere.

Dumping it's just as illegal.

Korsak: Boston Police.

Disposing of medical waste
in a civilian dumpster

- in the middle of the night?
- On the day we talked to you?

Boy, dumb criminals
make this job so easy.

If there's nothing else, Officers...

- Hold it.
- Ah.

She's retrieving it.
Knew we'd figure it out.

How long have you been
throwing away fat like this?

[Sighs]
Maybe a year.

Business is really tough.

People are working
out and eating healthy.

Oh, don't blame it on kale.

You've been cutting corners
to save your bottom line.

At least I wasn't making a bomb.

It's still illegal. Your
employees know about this?

You think I'd be toting fat
down here by myself in the dark

if I was okay letting someone else know?

- Well, somebody knows.
- Korsak.

[Music]

[Skype alert chiming]

[Beeps]

If you're calling to see the fat bomb,
first, that's not the name.

Second, we've made a lot of progress...

- Why do you have case face?
- Case face?

What, have you gotten yourself into?

One of the trainees...

I embarrassed him, and I
think I touched a nerve.

When class was over, he pulled the,

"Hey, I dropped my pen. Can you
bend over and pick it up?" gag.

Are you sure it wasn't an accident?

Yeah, I'm sure.

All right, well, in a
class of overachievers,

it's not surprising to find
at least one power complex.

Yeah, and add a genius
complex and throw in some

gender issues. I mean, I've
certainly dealt with worse,

- but none of them carry badges.
- I hear you,

but dropping a pen is hardly grounds
for expulsion from the FBI Academy.

Plus, the Bureau thoroughly
vets their recruits.

I mean, what are the
chances that this trainee

could slip past them even if
he does have some pathology?

Or what if he just never got caught?
So I did some digging.

Check your e-mail.

[Beep] Okay, three years ago,
this guy was editor-in-chief

at his school newspaper.

There was a freshman on his
staff named Penny Williams.

She committed suicide.

She won a Pacemaker Award.

That's like a Nobel
Prize for journalism.

Yeah, becoming
a journalist was her dream,

and I think he ruined it for her.

You don't think he murdered her?

No, but I think he played
a part in her unraveling

because he was threatened.

There were other freshman there that had

10 to 15 articles published.
Penny only had two.

- For a nationally recognized talent?
- Yeah. Something's off.

Well, have you mentioned
this girl's suicide

- to Special Agent Davies?
- He knew about it.

The FBI did not feel that
it was connected to Shaun.

But if I'm right about this,
I-I can't just do nothing.

That's why you have case face.

You're gonna try and prove a pattern

- of misogynistic behavior.
- Well, If I don't,

they're gonna give this guy
federal authority in 12 weeks.

Well, you better get started.

You're only gonna be
there for 12 more hours.

Yeah.
[Music]

- Here's Dr. Vela.
- Frankie: This was last week?

- The night after Big Yao's latest surgery.
- Mm.

[Beep]

After she leaves, look who shows up.

- Hello, fat bandit.
- Can't see his car or his face.

Do you have another angle on this lot?

It's the only one on the premises.

But the Boston Joe's across
the street gave me this.

[Beep]
Dr. Vela left the building at 11:14.

Four minutes later...

[Beep]
Blue Subaru Outback.

- The resolution's too low to get a plate.
- It's a start.

If that car belongs
to Hall's drug partner,

he's probably been to his place before.

- Maybe a neighbor saw it.
- I'll get my keys.

Good idea getting the
coffee shop footage, Holiday.

I remembered Frankie brought
a Boston Joe's cup home last night.

- Figured it was worth a shot.
- Hmm. You guys have a nickname yet?

- Goodbye, Vince.
- Ninkie?

[Chuckles]
Frina?

- Holizzoli?
- Hmm.

Rizziday.

- Ah...
- Ah! There it is.

- Rizziday.
- Mm-hmm.

Have a nice Rizziday.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

[Music]

Thanks for your time.

Nothing. You guys?

There's one person who saw the car

in front of Hall's apartment
but never saw a driver.

[Sighs] I can see if anyone
has a front door camera.

It's worth a shot.

- Or we could talk to the D.O.T.
- Worth a shot.

Hi. Am I interrupting?

Angela. Not at all.
Come on in.

I, uh, I brought lunch.

I made lunch.
A-A big lunch. [Chuckles]

Lovely. Should we take it to my office?

- Sure.
- Are we celebrating some big news?

The apartment hunt?

Frankie. I can't believe
he blabbed about it.

It wasn't Frankie.
The classified section of my newspaper

has been disappearing for the last week.

Well, maybe I'm buying a boat.

[Laughs]
I was looking at apartments.

But not because you have
been anything but delightful

- to live with.
- I feel the same way about you.

[Chuckles]
Sit down.

Ah, you know, Maura,

part of my growth as an
independent woman this year

has been... well, learning...

learning about taking
care of myself by myself.

I completely understand.

But, you know, having a
roommate hasn't made me

- any less of an independent woman.
- Yeah, well, you are you.

All right, well, if you're moving out,
[Sighs]

I suppose I'll just get another tenant.

- Do you know anyone looking for a place?
- All right, I know what you're doing.

Okay. Can't you just
live in the carriage house

and start paying me rent?

Like any other independent,
mature adult tenant would.

And just pretend I'm someone else.

All right.
All right, that makes sense.

Oh, good! [Laughs]

Last time I moved, I almost
misplaced Frankie's baby teeth.

[Chuckles] Okay.
Well, thank you.

Um, and I will expect a check for
$900 on the first of the month.

- $900? Maura, it's a studio.
- It's Beacon Hill.

Then I get kitchen
privileges in the main house.

Fine, but I'll have to
run a full credit check.

- You wouldn't.
- And I'll need three references.

What?! Three references?

I have three references for you...

burrata,
risotto,

and cannoli.

- Bam! There's my three references.
- Application accepted.

[Laughs]

Never thought I'd say this,
but thank God for street sweeping.

Department of Transportation
ticketed a blue Outback

on the victim's street last month.

Owner's name is Leah Moore.
And get this... she's a chemist.

- So she'd know how to cook meth.
- And make bombs.

She worked at a lab testing company

in the same building as Dr. Vela.

So she could've known
about the illegal fat dump.

Why didn't she show up
in the personnel records?

Because Leah Moore was fired
a year ago after failing a drug test.

Soon after, she was
arrested for possession

and ordered to attend
Narcotics Anonymous at the same

time Robert Hall's parents
told us he was in rehab.

So maybe they decided to turn that
drug habit into a drug business.

Until Hall decided he didn't
need her expertise anymore.

- And Leah decided she didn't need him.
- Boom. Fat bomb.

Better get a team together
and get out there.

[Music]

Hey there.

I'm gonna give you a chance
to apologize for yesterday.

- The pen dropping thing.
- It's called gravity.

- Don't flatter yourself.
- Gravity caused you to wink at me?

[Sighs]

Do you think you're the first
man that tried to intimidate me?

Penny Williams, I am not.

- Who?
- You remember her.

She was the girl that drove you nuts
because she wrote circles around you.

- Penny Williams. Now I remember.
- Yeah.

- Suicide, right?
- Mm.

- [Clicks teeth] Tragic.
- Not for you, though, huh?

God, that must've sucked having
a girl be better than you!

Just easier to get rid of her, huh?

You think I murdered her? Wow.

Who do you think you are,

coming here and making
an accusation like that?

You seem awfully defensive.

That's because Penny
was a smug little brat

who would've gotten
more articles published

if she'd bent over and
picked up my pen on occasion.

- But I didn't kill her.
- I know.

- Did you get all that, Agent Davies?
- Yeah.

See, you accuse someone of
a crime they didn't commit,

they often confess to one they did.

- Should've paid more attention in class.
- I didn't break any laws.

No, being a misogynistic ass
is not illegal.

But it is against the
FBI's Code of Conduct.

You're through here, Mr. Graham.

- You stupid bitch!
- That's enough.

- Nice work, Rizzoli.
- Thank you.

- We make a good team.
- Team?

- Who gave you the microphone?
- What...

Okay, yeah. I needed the
audio/vis... whatever.

After all this, I feel
like I owe you a drink.

Oh, uh, uh, my flight
leaves in an hour, so...

So what if it left in two?

I am the FBI.

[Music]

The victim's meth lab was brand-new,

so there's a good chance
that this suspect's house

is another cook site.

I've asked Dr. Isles along to
help identify other dangers.

Meth chemicals themselves are
just as explosive as a bomb.

- She'll be another set of eyes inside.
- All right, let's move.

[Music]

Frankie: Korsak, she's here.

[Door creaks, thud]

[Door creaks]

Maura: Stop.

The cannister on the
right is red phosphorous.

One spark, and the whole room
will be filled with toxic gas.

[Lid closes]

Hey, Frankie. Bet some
of Big Yao's in there.

Huh?

[Breathing heavily]

Stop!

It's Leah Moore.

- Korsak: Where?
- Outside. She's running away.

[Whispers] Shit.

[Music]

[Tires screech, horn blares]

[Cans clatter]

She's running behind the houses.

[Fence rattles]

[Panting]
Stop!

[Panting]
Put it down, Leah.

Only 5% of pursuit suspects escape.

I'll take those odds. Back off!

[Grunts, panting]

[Clanking]

[Grunting]

[Panting]
Nice, Maura. Nice. I got it.

Touch?, Dr. Isles.
[Panting]

- You okay?
- Yeah.

[Handcuffs click]
[Exhales] Whew.

[Music]

- So you stabbed her?
- I didn't stab her.

Frankie said you stabbed her.

It was just a parry.
But it was highly effective.

Sometimes the best
offense is a good defense.

Can I open my present now?

And who am I to deny the
first person in 5,000 years

to use fencing in combat?

[Chuckles]
It hasn't nearly been that long.

You know, in the Revolutionary War,

sabres accounted for
1/3 of the battle...

- Oh, my God. Please open it.
- Okay.

[Gasps]

- You didn't have to.
- Thank you for making me go.

- You happy you went after all?
- I am. I really am.

I-I was really happy
to be in that classroom.

And I was just so proud
of the trainees, you know?

And they just really made
me hopeful for the future.

Oh, good.

You didn't get this
from Quantico, did you?

Yes, I did.

_

Oh, come on!
Really?!

I-I was in the airport,
and I was running late.

But clearly, I didn't look at it.

It's okay. It's the thought that counts.

I... No, you know what?

This is exactly the kind of
joke that that jerk trainee

would love... Give it to me.
I'm throwing it away.

No. No, no. No, I hate that.
I-I'll keep it. I'll just...

I'll wear it underneath
my fencing uniform.

- You can't wear that.
- Sure I can.

- I'll just change the lettering.
- To what?

Female...
Tube Inspector?

What is that? What's...
what's a female tube inspector?

You know, I don't... I don't wanna know.
Just... I'll throw it away.

Okay, you know what?
I think, actually, this color,

it looks a lot better on you,
so you can keep it.

I don't want it.
It has the word "boob" on it. [Laughs]