All language subtitles for Rizzoli.and.Isles.S02E15.HDTV.XviD-ASAP

We need more water!

- Hill, Flynn, Grant!
- Yes, sir?

We got to get this under control.

We got old, combustible
buildings in a tight space.

Grant, you're with Hill.

Where do you want us, chief?

I need you guys to spread out inside.

Knock it down as much
as you can, okay? Now, go!

All right, listen,
I'll take the rear.

- I got the roof.
- I'll take the front.

Let's all go home.

Let's go! Let's go!

Come on, Jo. Pee.

Hey, potty.

You know what? Fine.

Stay out here by yourself.
Fine.

Oh, I'd hate to report you
for doggie abandonment.

Hi.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I was, um...
In the neighborhood?

Thank you.

It's good to see you.

More than good to see you.

Mm.

No, don't be nice to her.
Don't --

Jo, you're not getting out of this.

- What are you doing here? You on leave?
- No.

I, uh... I asked
to be reassigned -- D.C.

Ah, so no more foreign wars.

For now.

Is that... Bad?

No. It's just --
it's just unexpected.

Well, you probably
have to get to work.

- So...
- What, you're going?

Yeah. But I'm hoping to see you soon.

What's the card say?

Read it.

Call me.

Hello.

Uh, Rizzoli.

Rizzoli & Isles - S02E15
Burning Down the House

Original air date
December 26, 2011

Good morning.

Damn it.

That's an awful lot of trouble
for a cup of coffee.

Well, my mother is
an espresso enthusiast.

Yeah, it's the burden of being
a super taster.

My mother is also a super smeller.

I used patchouli oil once in college,

and you said you could smell it on me

- when I came home for Christmas.
- Oh, dreadful stuff.

How did you sleep?

Surprisingly well.

Her father snores.

Ohh. I don't miss that part
of marriage.

Excuse me.
Thank you.

Dr. Isles.

All right. Okay.

I'm sorry.
I have to go to work.

A factory caught on fire
early this morning.

Oh.

We'll be fine.

I make a mean eggs Benedict.

Dean asked me to dinner.

So go!

What about Casey?

I wonder if they know each other.

Well, they were both in Afghanistan.

Yeah, Maura,

all 30,000 of them know each other.

Well, Dean only went to Afghanistan

because you said you wouldn't
read the Sunday paper

in bed with him.

I was not ready for that big
of a commitment.

You're not even ready
for the commitment

of calling him by his first name.

It's Gabriel.

"Gabriel." It's just --
it's so weird.

It's so... Biblical.

Firemen's formation.

I hate it when they lose
one of their own.

Sad.

Order! Arms!

- I'll check out the body.
- Okay.

Arson squad's working it,

but they're saying
it looked accidental.

Faulty space heater started a fire.

Hmm.
What do they make in here?

Denim jeans.

"Denim" jeans?

As opposed to...
Green polyester jeans?

See that guy?

Old guy in the skinny jeans
and the shades?

He's not that old.

I busted him at least
three times in the '80s.

Hmm.
Felony fashion crime?

Would you two like a moment alone

so you can fight?

He borrows my unmarked,
and he brings it back empty!

Hey, it had gas!

Busted Whistler for cocaine.
Now he owns a jeans factory.

Does he have any reason
to burn it down?

Maybe.
Check it out, Frost.

Sure. When you fill my tank back up.

With super.

His face shield is pitted.

He wouldn't have needed
to take more than a few breaths

before the smoke inhalation
killed him.

It's a damn shame.

I'm so sorry, chief.

I sent him in there
without any backup.

It's not your fault, Joe.

We've been fighting these blazes
without enough people.

That's what budget cuts will get you.

This city's killing good men.

Forced layoffs, station closing.

Well, we can't do anything
about budget cuts,

but let's make sure there was
nothing else at work here.

I never understood guys
who wanted to run

into burning buildings.

You chase murderers.

Not if they're on fire.

Do you know why firefighters

call their outfits "bunker gear"?

Their "outfits"?

Yes, because they keep their
outfits next to their bunks.

Darn!

Hey, did you know the first helmet

was developed by luggage maker
Henry Gratacap?

Does your brain ever get tired?

No. Why?

Well, just with all
the useless information --

no?

God, how hot does a fire have to be

to melt the face shield?

This can withstand heat
up to 500 degrees Fahrenheit.

And he's got scorched gloves.

If his gloves are scorched

and his face shield is melted,

shouldn't the rest of his body
be badly burned, as well?

Not necessarily.

The fire suit can withstand heat
up to 1,300 degrees.

Huh.

Pulmonary parenchymal damage

consistent with inhaling air
above 265 degrees.

Odd.

What... Odd?

He takes a breath or two, and boom --

he's dead by smoke inhalation.

The soot build-up
on the walls and windows --

that's evidence of a low-oxygen fire.

But his face shield and lungs
say it's a high-oxygen fire.

I wrote about this once

in the journal
of combustible science.

Yes. It was a fabulous article.
I loved the photos.

I'll print it up for you.

Maura...
Why waste paper?

I'll --I'll read it online.

You're not gonna read it.

No, probably not.

But you are going to dinner
with Gabriel.

How'd you know I was going to dinner?

You brushed your teeth.

I-I always...

Brush my teeth...

At work... Sometimes.

I have a reservation
at the ivory table.

I could call and make it r four.

We could double-date.

Really? Why?
Who's your date?

My mother.

Oh, so, you, me, Gabriel,
and your mother.

Mm-hmm.
How can I say "no"?

You're being sarcastic, aren't you?

Very.

If it was anyone but you,

I'd say that's
the creepiest idea ever.

The arson squad released
the space heater to my team.

Hmm, did you just say the "a" word?

- No. Yes.
- So you think it was arson?

No. Yes.

No. Anything?

I think it's this heater
that was recalled in 1997,

but it's covered in debris,
so I'm not sure.

Fire can be a very clever opponent.

Yeah.

Take it apart.
Look for any anomalies.

I've requested all
Boston fire department records

for the last year.

That's like 4,000 fires.

4,082 building and structural fires.

Well, if you're looking
at the incident reports

for a possible pattern, then
you are thinking the "a" word

and I need to let
the arson squad know.

I think Gabriel
is a really good match for you.

Nobody ask you, Yenta.

Whistler,

our old guy in the skinny jeans,
is a pervert.

Okay, what would you like me
to do with this information?

Check this out --
five different lawsuits.

Women suing him right and left
for sexual harassment.

Two seamstresses,
an accountant, a model, and...

Really?
A cleaning woman.

Strong libido. Apparently
it doesn't take him much

to get interested.

Apparently.

Pretty expensive to fend off
five lawsuits.

Yes, it is.

Maybe Arnold burnt down
his only asset

to collect the insurance money.
Let's go talk to him.

Do you have an eye condition?

- Excuse me?
- The sunglasses.

It's safe to remove them.
Our lights are harmless.

I've advised Mr. Whistler

that this interview
is 100% voluntary.

He's not required --
it's all right, hon.

I've got nothing to hide
from these people.

Did you just call your lawyer "hon"?

Christie is my daughter.

She's Harvard law, right, hon?

I handle all matters pertaining
to Arnold Whistler denim.

Then you're handling all the sexual
harassment claims against your father?

Nuisance lawsuits.

It's a bunch of angry single women.

Those are a lot of angry "hons,"
Mr. Whistler.

Those fat bitches
are suing me for being nice?

Tell them I'm gonna sue them

for leaving their space heaters on.

I'm the victim.

My business is destroyed.
What about me?

What about the firefighter who died

trying to save your factory?

Well, those are the breaks.
It's his job --

- hey, dad --
- hon, don't interrupt me.

Listen to me, Mr. Whistler.

We're going to dig into
your life, and if we find out

that you had anything to do
with setting that fire,

you're gonna wish you
were on the inside sewing jeans

when it went up.

I don't appreciate your tone,
detective.

Me, neither.

Come on, hon.

Your father never lets me
eat garlic -- never!

I'm so glad you liked it.

It's delightful just
being able to see you.

I wish we'd done this more.

- Come to see me?
- Me too.

No. It's... I-I wish...

You wish what?

I wish that I had stopped being busy

and...
Just enjoyed you.

Stop, mom, it's okay.

No. It's not.

It's really true
that your life gets lived

while you are doing other things.

Come on.
Come on, let's go home.

Let's have some tea.

You know me.
Tea's not gonna do it.

Mom!

Somebody, call an ambulance!

Do something!

Call 911!

You look amazing.

You look like you're
about to eat here.

Hope that's okay.
No?

No, it's okay. I just...

I feel silly.

I'm a little overdressed
for take-out.

Don't.
I want to look at you.

And I want you all to myself.

You know what?
You can take me out.

I'm not gonna run away
with the busboy.

- What smells good? What'd you bring?
- Hey.

Let's do this right.
Do you have some plates?

Gosh, I usually just throw
the food on the counter.

Okay, just... One sec.

Hey, Maura. What's up?

I'm so sorry.

Are you okay?

Contusions and scrapes.
I'm fine.

Where's your mom?

She's still in surgery.

It's bad, Jane.

They wouldn't let me
in the ambulance with her.

He just drove into her,

and then he left her.

Oh, God.

Um, uh, what can I do?

Turn the clock back.

Did you see the car?

No.
It all happened so fast.

I sound like all those people
that we see every day, don't I?

It's okay.

She pushed me out of the way, Jane.

My mother saved my life.

Oh. How is she?

It was a severe
open book pelvic fracture,

just like you thought.

Okay. Uh, and how's the bleeding?

We performed an anterior
pelvic open reduction

and internal fixation.

And the head and the cervical CTS?

There's some cranial bleeding,

but we're doing all
that we can, Dr. Isles.

I know you are.
Thank you, doctor.

You're welcome.
Just hold on.

Oh, my God.
What if she dies?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

My father's in Tanzania.

Even if I could reach him,

it would take him two days
to get here.

Maura, she's not gonna die.

She's not.

This is Frost.

He's already working on
the hit-and-run re-enactment.

- Go.
- No, no, no.

Yes. Yes. Please.

Go and do what you do
better than anyone I know.

Find the bastard who did this.

Please.

Go.

Who ayou dressed as?

A person. Shut up.

Well, nice to see you, too.

I think you look great.

Thank you.

Now, show me what you're gonna
show me, or I'm getting out.

The hit-and-run driver came
from that direction.

Minimum speed the vehicle was
traveling at the time of impact,

40 miles per hour.

Okay, you're just doing this
to show off your car.

I could have read that in the report.

Can you talk to detective Rizzoli?

Because I can't.

I asked Frankie to do
a hit-and-run work-up

for the fatal-accident team

to help him get into homicide faster.

So you want to see what I found out,

or you want to pick your toes?

I'm not picking my toes.
My feet hurt.

So don't wear dumb shoes.

Show me!

All right, yeah, so,
there are no skid marks

prior to point of impact.

So that means the driver
never applied the brakes.

Well, maybe he didn't see them.

Frankie's got a different theory.

See those?

Locked wheel skid marks.

Those say that the driver stopped

after he hit Constance.

So he didn't just take off.

But not because he had a conscience.

Take a look at the back-up cam.

He hit reverse.

That's where Maura fell.
Right between those parked cars.

Spin burn marks.

This wasn't an accident.
He was trying to hit her.

Don't scream, Maura.
Okay?

What the hell are you doing here?

I came as soon as I heard.

- You came for what?
- For her.

She's a good woman.

What do you know about my mother?

I'd like you to leave.

Not until I know she's okay --

and you're okay.

You're here to knock heads?
You think that's gonna help?

You'll see one day
when you have a child --

Give it up.
You're a murderer.

I'd rather not be reminded
that you fathered me. Go!

Maura --

I'm gonna scream
on the count of three.

- One --
- look --

I'll tell you who your mother is.

That's my mother.

You once asked me...

Don't like to be toyed with. Two.

I will tell you one day.

When you're calm.

Get out.

Did he say why he came?

Not really.

But he seemed like he knew her.

He knew Constance?

He said he'd tell me
who my biological mother is.

Do you want to know that?

Well, he can't just keep

popping in and out of your life
like this, okay, Maura?

We'll get him.

I don't know if I want you to.

Well, it's not up to me.

But you've got a more serious
problem right now, okay?

Somebody tried to kill you.

Skid marks can mean a lot of things.

Someone tried to run you over.
All right?

We've got to figure out who that is

before they try it again.

Jane, I have testified
in hundreds of murder trials.

Any one of those men
and women convicted

could want me dead.

I put a uniform outside.
Do you want me to stay?

No. No, just keep digging.

I'll be okay.

You know, I'll never tell you
that it'll be okay

when I don't know that it will.

But I am here for you.
Okay?

So nice of you
to bring these for Jane.

And I always wanted to try these.

You'd look great in those --
dark-wash skinnies,

our top seller.

What size are you?
A four?

I haven't been a size four since --

since never.
Step away from the jeans, ma.

I was too a size four.
How would you know?

What's the matter with you?

The person that you're flirting
with happens to be

a suspect in a possible arson murder.

What do you think -- that bribing my
mother is gonna clear your name?

Listen, hon, you're tying up my money

with that insurance company.

You bet I am.
Take your jeans and go.

Really?

Crime lab found
microscopic traces

of black isocyanate paint

embedded in the broken watch crystal.

It's automotive paint, Jane.

Oh, really?
What makes you think that?

Because she was hit by a car?

Okay, how do I get you to talk to me

like you talk to Frost?

Well, don't state the obvious,
first of all, all right?

Did you run it through
the automotive paint database?

Yeah. Went back 30 years.
Didn't find a match.

So we're thinking
custom paint job, maybe.

Okay, see?
That's... Better.

I mean, it's still kind
of obvious, but it's better.

Could be an older car.
What's the next step, Frost?

He's about to impress you.

We sent it to
the Toronto forensic lab.

Okay.
I'm impressed.

Oh, it's the largest automotive
paint database in the world.

Back to obvious.
Unimpressed.

Dr. Isles' mom gonna make it?

I hope so.

Crime lab tech came by
to bring you some photos.

Yeah, she was supposed to
take apart the space heater.

They found all the components
but the thermal cut-off switch.

What, you think
somebody tampered with it?

Crime lab can't say till they
have Dr. Isles look at it.

You really think we're looking
at an arson?

Maybe.

But I don't think
that Arnold Whistler

stopped harassing women long enough

to take a space heater apart.

Maybe we should check out
those fire records

that Maura was asking for,
see if there's a pattern.

Will you check with arson and
see what is taking them so long?

- Yeah, sure.
- Thanks.

Okay, what I'm about to say
doesn't leave this room.

Paddy Doyle's back in town.

Oh, man.

For payback.

His daughter was a target
in a hit-and-run.

And... I didn't put a BOLO out on him.

Makes sense --

let him watch her back until
we find out who's after her.

She's the one person
we know he'll keep safe.

Hell, Jane, for all we know,

this all could be connected to Doyle.

A rival trying to draw him out.

I'll reach out to a southie
C.I., see what he knows.

Okay.

I mean, we got to put Doyle away
at some point.

How's Maura gonna be with that?

After all this, I hope relieved.

Hi.

Hi.

Did you have a nice day?

Oh, yeah.
It was great. You?

Is Maura okay?

No.

Are you okay?

Sort of.

I came back for one reason.

Why, you need someone to drink
a six-pack with you?

Yeah. You.

Um...

Things might have gotten a little...

Complicated.

There may be someone else.

I don't care.

I'll take my chances.

I came back for you.

There was something on my cheek.

Was it your hand?

You got to lay off the boxing, lady.

It's all right.
I should have asked.

You don't have to ask.

Mm. Oh, crap.

- What?
- I got to go check on Maura.

Anything I can do?

Yeah, um, you can go away.

You're very distracting.

No, you know what?

Um, actually...

Actually, there is something
you can do for me.

I don't really want to go away.

No, come on.
No, it's not that.

Can you just be Gabriel?

Please.

Oh, my God. You just said
my name. That's so weird.

Come on.

Just... Not be agent Dean.

Can you do that for me, please?

Yeah.

Paddy Doyle is back in town.

Patrick Doyle.

You think the hit-and-run
is connected to him?

Mm-hmm.

I mean, if one of his enemies
wanted to get back at him,

Maura's the perfect target.

And things could get
a little ugly, huh?

That's why you're telling me.

Yeah.
How will I protect her?

Paddy Doyle is one of the FBI's
most wanted fugitives.

Oh, God. Okay.

Well, I guess
we'll always have south Boston.

So that's it?

I... I pursue an organized crime boss,

and you and I are --

I don't know.
I don't know, Dean.

But this always happens.

Oh.

I gave you my word I'd just be me.

I won't do anything
until you tell me I can.

I'm not leaving until you finish
those pancakes. I added quinoa.

Dr. Oz says
they're very good for you.

Mmm.

Thank you.

You're here.

Her vitals stabilized.

She's still critical,
but she's a little better.

I really had to get back to work.

Good.

Hey, ma, can I have some pancakes?

Yeah.
I-I tried a new recipe.

How are they?

Gritty.

Yuck.

"Yuck"?
What do I do with "yuck"?

Do you have any macaroni and cheese?

- For breakfast?
- Yeah.

Dr. Oz would not approve.

Mac and cheese
has a very high fat content,

empty calories due to white flour.

Do you have to ruin everything?

Sorry.

My mother would never let me eat
anything like that.

Well, you were deprived.

I used to think that kids

who had bologna on white bread
were lucky.

Turns out I was the lucky one.

I used to think that kids
who had really big allowances

and never had to go to church
were lucky.

Turns out they were.

That would probably be a lot better

with some grated pecorino Romano.

Yeah.
I got ketchup.

Thanks, ma.

Hey, Jane.
I got 'em.

Hey. Maura.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

Toronto lab found something.

The transfer paint
on your mom's watch

matched "black diamond"?

That's an old paint used
on '70s police cruisers.

That's encouraging.

I mean, how many 40-year-old cars

are still on the road?

Can you take this upstairs to Frost?

Tell him to put out a BOLO.

We're looking for
a 1970s old Chevy impala.

Copy that.

Thanks.

Okay. So, I have to
tell you something.

I told agent Dean
that Paddy is back in town.

Well, you have to do
what you have to do.

Okay, but he's not gonna do
anything until I tell him to,

because... I told Gabriel
instead of agent Dean.

Thank you.

Arson squad sent over
the fire incident reports.

This isn't even
all of them, Jane.

All right.
We'll divide them up.

About 400 have already been
investigated by the arson squad.

The rest were ruled accidental.

Great.
That only leaves us 3,700.

- They found the car!
- How do you know?

Same model, same paint.

Excellent.
Come on, let's go.

Kind of reminds me
of the Blues Brothers car.

W-who are the Blues Brothers?

You did not just say that.

No prints.
It's wiped clean.

Do you recognize it?

No. All I saw was the headlights
and the tail lights.

All right.
Well, this is definitely hair.

And this is blood.

Maura, it's okay.
We got this. All right?

I wanted to see it,

I know it's just
an inanimate object. I just --

- it's okay to be upset.
- No, come on.

I can't cry at work.
It's unprofessional.

I'm just gonna go to the hospital.

I'm gonna have
a uniform follow you home.

- Jane?
- Yeah.

Transmission fluid.

Nobody's driven this for a while.

Yeah, there's a trail of it.

Car must have broke down.

That's why he left it here.

No plates or tags, no VIN number.

Vehicles made before 1981
just had an I.D. Tag.

How we gonna trace it?
We can't without the tag.

What is this?

It's like a decal
or an emblem was here.

Can you put some
fingerprint powder right there?

Good idea.

- Might stick to the adhesive there.
- Yeah.

What was here?

Uh, can you take
some pictures of this?

- A lot of 'em.
- Got something.

- What is that?
- A washer for something.

There's a stain on the floor mat
on this side.

Doesn't look like blood.

Hey, could you collect the floor mat

and swab it
before you take it to the lab?

I think our bad guy was in a hurry.

She's doing much better.

It was nice meeting you, Mr. Isles.

You told her you're my father?

I said I'm your uncle.

I wanted to keep an eye on your mom

while you checked out the perp's car.

How did you know that?

I don't miss anything
if it relates to you.

I never knew you were there.

I wanted to be the kind of man

who could be this little girl's dad.

So why weren't you?

I couldn't be anything
but what I was --

a low-class thug from south Boston.

My dad, my uncles,
hell, my grandfather --

all Irish mob.

And I grew up wanting to be
just like them.

Until I met your mom.

I mean your birth mom.

She was so different, so... Special.

I wanted to be good enough for her.

Why did she give me up?

She was only 18.

She was brilliant, like you.

What the hell did she see in you?

You know how many times
I've asked myself that?

Mom?

Mom?

Maura?

What's happened?

Mom, you've been in an accident.

Somebody was here...

Talking to me...

Telling me...

I must live for my daughter.

Was it Patrick?

Patrick?

Hey.
What are you doing here?

I'm distracting myself

because if I don't fill my brain
with "useless" information,

I start crying, okay?

Okay.

Uh, any idea what this is?

Where'd you find it?

I thought maybe one of
my techs misplaced it

when they took the heater apart.

How's that possible?
We just found it.

No, this is the thermal cutoff switch

from this space heater.

For this space heat?

Yes.
Where did you find it?

In the car that hit your mother.

What?

- A-are you sure?
- Yeah.

So whoever tried to kill you
in that car

started the fire.

- But why would I be a target?
- Think about the timeline, okay?

The arson squad says
it's an accident.

You ask to check the space heater.

And then, next thing you know,

a hit-and-run driver
is taking a shot at you.

I have results on the stain
in the suspect's car.

Thanks.

Dextromethorphan,
guaifenesin, glycerol.

Commonly referred to,

for those of us with a PhD
in organic chemistry, as...?

Cough syrup.

Great.

Low-oxygen fires don't burn
at a temperature

necessary to do this to his gloves.

I can't explain the damage
to his airway, either.

Sorry, Dr. Isles,
but you said you wanted

the gas chromatography results
when they were in.

Thank you.

This is the analysis
of the substances

I found on Craig Hill's face shield.

There's something here.

Gas chromatography is used

to separate and analyze compounds

that can be vaporized.

Could you say that in earthling?

There are trace levels
of potassium permanganate

on his face shield.

Even more earthling.

You see this?

Cough syrup.

We found traces of that in
the hit-and-run driver's car.

Glycerol is the chief ingredient
in cough syrup.

This is potassium permanganate.

Watch this.

Stand back.

When glycerol is used
as an accelerant,

potassium permanganate
becomes extremely combustible.

No kidding.

The outside edge
of Craig Hill's face shield

was coated in it.

And then glycerol was added.

The cough syrup.

So somebody must have thrown it
in his face.

That's why his face shield melted.

But what about his gloves?
Why'd they catch fire?

Well, it's possible
the gloves ignited

because they were coated, too.

So he never had a chance.
Somebody wanted him dead.

Somebody who was in the fire
with him.

Maybe it was personal.

Maybe.

Bunch of white guys sued the
Boston fire department in 2001.

Claimed that their
affirmative action hiring plan

was discriminatory.

Craig Hill was African American.

Not bad for the old white guy.

Now, that's harassment, Frost.

What, the "old" part
or the "white" part?

Find out if any of the firefighters

from engine company 15
were part of that lawsuit

before Korsak sues you, Frost.

Here's the original complaint.
Yeah, Jim Grant.

He was named.

We talked to him.
He fought the Whistler fire with Craig Hill.

How many times I got to tell
you? Check my damn alibi.

We are.
And it's a good one, Jim.

Consoling dead firefighter's wife.

Ask her.

You didn't like the fact
that Craig Hill

had a lower test score,

but he was hired before you, did you?

No. Would you?

No.

Wasn't Craig's fault.

Department changed its policy.

My dad was a firefighter.
My granddad.

And they're telling me "no"
because of the color of my skin?

Alibi checks out.

Craig Hill's widow said he was there

at the time of the hit-and-run.

Hit-and-run?

I thought we were
talking about a fire.

You can go now.

Craig was a damn fine firefighter.

We all miss him.

We're sorry for your loss, man.

This is what was on the back
of the hit-and-run car.

One of these.

That's a St. Florian cross.

Boston firefighters union used
to hand these out in the '70s.

Well, none of them are old enough.

Maybe it was a legacy.

Yeah, Jim grant said his dad
and granddad

were Boston firefighters.

One of them could have
given him the cross.

No, grant's got an airtight alibi.

It's got to be someone
from engine company 15.

Well, we could interrogate all of them.

No, you can't. There's not gonna
be any more interrogations.

Grant complained to his union,

and every firefighter
in the city is lawyered up.

And they're pissed at us.

- Well, that's not good.
- No, it's not.

Oh, thanks.

This is the last of
the arson squad's fire reports

from last year.

They're all from engine company 15 --

where were they?

That's weird.
Craig Hill had them checked out.

Our victim?

Craig Hill is looking into every fire

that his company responded to
in the last year,

and then he ends up dead?

What the hell was he about to find?

Carbon build-up, electrical fire,

water heater explosion --

all of these
were ruled as accidental.

Happens all the time.

Nothing I'm looking at
looks suspicious, either.

Okay, but here's what's weird.

All of these fires
started at 6:00 A.M. ...

On a Tuesday in district 21.

Does anybody know what's special
about Tuesday in that district?

- Garbage day is all I can think of.
- Yeah.

And the fires all began
at commercial businesses

in the early morning
before garbage pick-up.

Yeah. And what's a great source
of fuel for a fire?

Garbage.

So Craig Hill must have figured out

that somebody was deliberately
setting fires in his district.

Somebody that was good enough
to make them look accidental.

So when I requested the files
to review them,

I became the next target.

So now what do we do?

Well, our suspect is probably
a firefighter.

We got to flush him out.

- How?
- I might have an idea.

Thank you.

I'm sorry for this,
but as the medical examiner,

I am entitled to collect
forensic evidence

from city property.

Anything else?
My men aren't too happy.

I can see that.
And I'm sorry.

There is something else.

I'd like the plans
for the Whistler factory.

More evidence collection?

Yes.

Look, I can't guarantee
the safety of that building.

It's quite all right.
I know what I'm doing.

Thank you.

You looking for where Craig died?

Yes.

It's Kevin Flynn.

We found him right about here.

And my grandfather died
fighting the '72 Vendome fire.

I'm sorry.

City kept cutting back
and cutting back.

How do you fight all these fires

without enough firefighters, huh?

You followed me?

You shouldn't have come here
by yourself.

- Why not?
- You know why not.

I had to make sure people understand

that they just can't keep
laying us off.

How did you do that, Kevin?

You know how.
I burned a few buildings.

And then Craig started
digging around.

Just like you.

You both should have just
left it alone.

Kevin, don't! Don't!

Drop your weapon, Doyle!

Gabriel, no!

No!

What the hell?

No!

♪ Let in the day after a dark night ♪

♪ if you're still here

♪ if you're still here

♪ let in the day

♪ if you're not done trying

Maura!

♪ If you're still here,
you're not done dying ♪

Hope...

Hope?
What do you hope?

Hope...
Maura!

"Hope"...
What do you hope?

Oh, God. Maura...

- Don't touch him!
- Maura --

no, I mean it!

Don't you dare touch him.

♪ You're not done dying

♪ you're not done dying