All language subtitles for Rizzoli & Isles - 04x01 - We Are Family

Come on, Maura. You can do it.

- No, I can't. I feel like crap.
- Okay, come on.

I told Ma that we'd meet her
at the bunker hill parade, okay?

- She has T.J.
- It's historically incorrect.

The battle of Bunker Hill
was fought on Breed's Hill.

Okay. We will tell them
that when we get there, okay?

Come on. The doctor cleared
you to work out weeks ago.

No, Maura.

Maura, Maura, Maura.

Come on, come on, come
on, come on. Come on.

Ow, ow, ow!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm ... I'm sorry.

All right. We'll take it slow.
Okay. I still think it's amazing

They can suck out an
organ through a straw.

It's called a laparoscope,

and they do not use it
to "suck out" your kidney.

"Minimally invasive," my ass.

You're gonna feel much better
when you get back in shape, okay?

Come on.

Are you saying that I'm
fat and out of shape?

No. I am saying that you have
got to stop hoping that they're

gonna send you some "thank you
for your kidney" fruit basket.

Giving the gift of life is the
only reward that I need, okay?

I'm very happy with my decision.

Then why are you still such
a whiny pain in the ass?

Did you just call me
a whiny pain in the ass?

No.

Maura.
Ever since you gave

that ungrateful half-sister
of yours your kidney,

you just ... you just
haven't been yourself.

Okay?
And I'm not the only one that sees it.

- Just ...
- You've been talking about me?

My best friend gossiping
after what I've been through?

Ooh, it's cold!
I'm gonna run.

Wait. Did Sergeant Korsak say something?

Or was it Angela?
Is she complaining?

You know, after I bought
her Da Hong Pao tea.

Hey, T.J., you like the parade?
You like the music?

- Hey.
- What the heck is that?

Nice, right? I just bought it.
Want to go for a ride?

No. Motorcycles are dangerous.

Only if I drop it on my foot.
I can't get it started.

Good.

- Hey, Ma.
- Hi.

Frankie, did you get it?

- Did you get it?!
- It's not official.

Angela, if you have
an issue with my mood ...

Your mood?

Well, Jane said that you
were complaining about me.

I did not say that, Ma.

Look, sweetheart,
we're worried about you.

Wouldn't you be happier if you
just talked to your mom and sister?

Dr. Phil, can this wait, all right?
Frankie has an announcement.

- I'm getting promoted to Detective.
- Yes!

In the drug unit.
That's why I bought this.

- It's my cover.
- Congratulations, sweetheart.

- That's great.
- Great job.

Well, at least you get to
go undercover as a biker

- instead of a prostitute.
- It wasn't my idea.

Did it cut out suddenly?

- Yeah. How'd you know?
- Electrical.

Unless ... what kind
of a sound did it make?

- Was it a cough or a wheeze?
- Like a...

But did it also sputter?

Like a
ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka?

No, it was more like
kuh-kuh-kuh-kuh-kuh-kuh.

Hi! Hello!

Can you two please get a room...
preferably a soundproof one?

- Carburetor.
- Oh.

If you get it over to my
house, I'll help you fix it.

That'd be great. Thanks.

Well, unless you have
a problem with my mood, too.

Maura, let it go.

Oh, look, there's
Senator Malcolm Humphrey.

Well, ex-Senator. I
worked on his campaign.

Oh, look, and right behind
is his beautiful daughter, Erica.

Such a great story.
She won his seat.

It must be nice
to follow in your father's footsteps.

What? No.

I'd be a plumber, and
you'd be a mob boss.

Well, okay, all I'm trying to say is,
it would be lovely to have

a father/daughter
relationship that works.

- I'm sorry, sweetheart.
- It's not your fault pop's a jerk.

Gun!

Ma, get T.J. out of here.

Oh, my god! Senator!

Get E.M.S. here! Get all
these people out of here now!

Frankie! This way.

- Give me the gun.
- No. Move.

Clear. Clear.

A decent deer hunter
could have made that shot.

- It's no more than 70 yards.
- Should we try to find him?

We don't know who we're looking for.

But I don't think we're
looking for a professional.

What makes you say that?

He puked after he shot her.

I wonder what that blue stuff is.

Get CSRU in here and
have them collect it.

- Get DNA from vomit?
- Not usually.

Process it anyway.

Erica.

Dad!
Let me through! Let me through!

- Jennifer!
- That's my sister!

Let her through!

Oh, dad!
I heard screaming!

- Oh, my god!
- Do you want someone to take your baby?

It's Erica's baby.

It's okay, Liam. It's okay, baby.

Jennifer, she's gone.
Erica's gone.

Oh, my god!

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4x01 - We Are Family

Get the bullet out yet?

- What are you doing?
- Biting on a pencil.

Yes, I can see that.
But why?

It activates the
muscles used for smiling.

Well, those muscles are
a little out of shape.

I'm going to ignore you and
attempt to improve my mood.

Okay.

So... biting pencils works?

Well, holding your
teeth in this position

engages the zygomaticus
major and the risorius muscle.

I can't understand you.

Some studies show that
you can trick your brain

into thinking you're happy
by moving certain muscles.

- Oh.
- It's petty. Small-minded.

Should be enough to know
that I saved someone's life.

Maura, if mother Teresa gave her kidney

to a half-sister she barely knew,

even she would expect
a call from her mother

saying, I don't know,
"thanks for the organ."

I told hope not to contact me,

and I never want Cailin
to know I'm her donor.

Great way to spend a Sunday.

All right, I'll talk to you later.

- News crews outside?
- It's a gang bang out there.

Sawing-type wound with
jagged edges. Two punctures.

It was approximately 2.9 centimeters.

Maura, I'm pretty confident
she didn't die from tetanus.

No, she did not, and
you know how I know that?

Because you were there
when she was shot?

'Cause this wound looks
about five days old.

You think that's from barbed wire?

Looks like that to me.

Okay, Maura, um... I
don't want to rush you

or tell you how to do your job,

but maybe you could
dig out the bullet first

so we could get started on ballistics?

I think there might be
something trapped in the wound.

Well, there's definitely a
bullet trapped in the skull.

- It'd be good to look at that bullet.
- It sure would.

Excuse me a minute.

Oh, boy.

You think the old
Maura's ever coming back?

Man, I hope so.

Husband wasn't at the parade.
What do we know about him?

He's a former environmental
lawyer, like Erica was.

They were married for 10 years.
Two kids.

A six-year-old and the toddler we
saw with the sister at the parade.

The sister was her chief of staff.

Maybe a radical political organization,
an opponent, a whack job.

It seems to me there's a lot
easier ways to kill a state Senator.

No, I was thinking the same thing.

Small staff, no bodyguards.
What did she make, like 60k a year?

$61,132.99.
Okay, I came upstairs to tell you

that the bullet fragmented
when it hit the skull.

- How big are the pieces?
- Basically shavings.

Damn. We'll have a hell
of a time tracing that.

Susie's running the body through x-ray

- to make sure I didn't miss any pieces.
- That's not cool.

Okay, that's mean.

Society is slow to change,
even though 53% of women

are the main breadwinners
in their households.

How come I don't have one of
those chicks in my household?

Jane, um...
can I talk to you?

Yeah, sure. I'll call you later.

Or... uh... Maura, have
you seen the new break room?

It's the old break room.
They just took all the old stuff ...

Thanks for taking the bullet out.

You have your own
refrigerator. Impressive.

Okay, what did you want
to talk to me about?

Could you ever be
married to a caretaker?

And this is a pressing
question because...

Oh, I was just thinking
about you and Casey.

Well, stop. I haven't heard
from that guy in three months.

Plus, I don't really think
he's the househusband type.

Probably just fell in love with
his nurse or physical therapist.

Very common.

I know what you're doing.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Misery loves company.

Maura.
I hate seeing you so sad,

and whatever you're feeling,
it's okay to feel it, all right?

- Just say it.
- Okay.

- I did want a fruit basket.
- Yes.

I did, and it should
have had d'Anjou pears

and ... and ... and a nice prosecco

and gourmet chocolates and spa stuff.

- So pick up the phone and tell her.
- I can't.

Maura, okay, look.

It is okay for you to want
a relationship with your mom.

You'd be even weirder than you are

if you didn't want to know
your biological mother.

Okay, so, now I am a whiny,
weird pain in the ass.

- I'm trying to be patient.
- That must be very hard for you.

- It is!
- Well, I'd at least like to know

if Cailin is taking care of my kidney.

Well, so, what? You want
to spy on your kidney?

There you are.
This is nice.

What is it, Susie?

I thought you'd like to
know that I was analyzing

the stomach contents from the victim,
and I noticed blueberries in it.

Blueberries? I found blue
chunks in vomit at the scene.

Yeah, I know that.
I was analyzing that, too.

Did you compare both the samples?

Yes.

So, Erica and her killer

both had the same batch
of blueberry waffles

- two hours before Erica was shot.
- Wow, that is a huge break

if we can figure out who
she ate breakfast with.

I say it's the husband.
He's got motive.

- Which is?
- He's fed up with being a househusband.

He was a big lawyer when they met.
She worked for him.

Well, we could rule out her staffers,
and her opponent's right there.

Thank you so much.

I love Massachusetts, and
I love your big hearts.

And we're live as slain Senator Erica
Humphrey-Miller's husband, Jeff Miller,

enters the state house just
hours after the shooting.

First thing he does is
go to his wife's office?

He killed her to take her seat?

- Let's go talk to him.
- Take Frost.

I want to go look at
the bullet fragments.

Governor just called.

And you know how much I hate
it when the Governor calls.

Not only was our victim a state Senator,

her father has friends in high places,

so let's get this
shooter as fast as we can.

Yes, sir.

- I'll meet you downstairs.
- Okay.

I heard your mother was
at the parade with T.J.

- How's she doing?
- Why don't you call her?

I mean, I'm sure she'd
love to hear from you.

Well, I don't want to bother her.

She just watched a
woman get gunned down.

She's already pretty bothered.

Well, tell her ...
give her my best.

No matter what, my
wife's work will continue.

She was committed to all of you

and to the people of Massachusetts.

Yeah, sounds like he's
running for office.

- You were there.
- Yes.

I'm Detective Jane Rizzoli.
This is Detective Barry Frost.

- We're very sorry for your loss.
- Thank you.

I'll do whatever I can to find
the people who murdered my wife.

Did she have any enemies?
Anyone she was afraid of?

Erica was pushing to pass
new environmental legislation.

- The bad guys didn't like that.
- You think that got her killed?

Yes.
I think it was a fringe group.

She'd always gotten nasty letters,
but... This felt organized.

- Did you call the police?
- She didn't want to.

Did she have a breakfast meeting
scheduled for this morning?

No.

You sure?
She left the house at 7:00.

Well, she didn't get to
the parade until 8:30.

Where was she for 90 minutes?

- No idea.
- I handled her schedule.

All she had today was the parade.

What does "THT" stand for?
It's right here on Tuesday, June 11th.

- I don't know.
- Her calendar was packed last week.

It's wide open this coming week.

"Deliver GBS tomorrow."
what does that mean?

I don't know.
Erica put it in the calendar.

Why weren't you at the parade?

One of us had to take our
six-year-old to his soccer game.

Our children were very important to us.

We didn't want them to have
the childhood Erica had.

We were campaign kids.
We spent every spare minute with my dad.

We got to do sports, though.

She was a great skier.

Um... I'm sorry. We're gonna
need to collect her computer.

It's in her office.

Uh, excuse me, Mr. Miller.
Uh, where was your son's soccer game?

- Breed's park.
- That's not far from the parade.

What's that supposed to mean?
I didn't shoot my wife.

We found some evidence at the scene.

Well, check with the other parents.
They'll confirm my alibi.

I intend to, and I'm sorry to ask,
but I'd like to do a cheek swab.

I'm also an attorney, Detective.

You need to show some probable cause,
and since you don't have any,

I'm going home to my
motherless children.

I really hope he didn't kill her.

What'd you find?

I got her computer.
Uh, what do you make of this?

I found four of these
under the Senator's desk.

Dirty water?

Her sister doesn't know
why she was keeping them.

I don't know. We'll take it to
the lab and have them analyzed.

It's Maura, and she's out front.
I have no idea why.

I got this. I'll meet
you back at the ranch.

Okay, thanks.

Do you see her?

No.

- Her facebook page said she'd be here.
- Wait. Is that her?

Is that a triple shot with
three pumps of caramel?

Well, it's better than
three shots of tequila.

That is not a very respectful way
to treat someone else's kidney.

Oh, god! Get down!

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Slouch!

Oh, did she see us?
Did she see us?

I don't know, Maura.
The window's over there.

- What are you doing?
- I'm reading an e-mail from Susie.

- Really?
- Wait. I can listen to it.

Her facebook paige says Cailin
has checked in at the college caf�.

- Well, thanks for the tip.
- This is awkward.

Well, you are spying on her.

I am spying on my kidney.
That is very different.

Okay.
Go talk to her.

- No.
- Go! And please hurry.

- We have a lot of work to do.
- I feel very silly.

You're gonna feel even sillier
when I push you out with my feet.

Cailin?
Cailin, wait. Let me ...

let me explain.

No. You don't have to.

I've owed you an
apology for a long time.

I'm really sorry about
everything that I said

and all the crap that I pulled.

I really appreciate you saying that.

- I can't ever really thank you enough.
- For what?

Come on, Maura.
I'm premed.

I knew it was your kidney,

but you confirmed it when
you got out of the car.

Does it still hurt?

- Not too bad.
- Thank you for checking up on me.

That is what you were doing, right?

Uh...

I was gonna send this.
Um...

- It belongs to you.
- To me?

You'll understand once you open it.
I wrote you a letter, too.

I should probably get to class,
but would it be all right

if I maybe...
were to text you sometime?

Text me. Um...

Yes.
Yes, I'd like that.

Okay. Cool.

All right. Um... bye.

Bye.

- So...
- She gave me this.

Wow. Scrimshaw.
It's really pretty.

- I think that's real whalebone.
- It's a family heirloom.

Hope gave it to Cailin
on her 18th birthday.

Well, that was sweet of
her to give it to you.

Or not.

It was a gift to hope
on her 18th birthday.

Who gave it to her?

A man who's about to go
on trial for 15 murders.

My father, Paddy Doyle.

Okay, so, this website,
"stop bad people,"

looks like the same organization
that sent this to Erica's office.

Yeah, I'm trying to get a
physical address tied to their

I.P. address, but whoever
built this website is good.

I checked Erica's credit cards.
She didn't use them today.

The only calls she made were
to her husband and her sister.

- What about the bullet fragments?
- No, it's a dead end.

No way we'll get enough
ballistics to even run it.

- But based on weight, it's a .22.
- Well, that's something.

Yeah!

I am the man.

"Stop bad people" has a Boston address.

- 437 Claremont Street.
- Check this out.

They're anti-women,
anti-environment, anti-aaa?

- Who's anti-aaa?
- Oh, well, look at this.

Whoever administers that hate site
is a registered gun owner.

Hey, king of the world,
if you're not too busy.

- Any DNA yet?
- No. I'm sorry, Detective.

Damn. Have you seen Dr.Isles?

A gravity inverter.
And we're inverting because...

- I'd rather not say.
- Okay.

But if you think it's
because of that necklace ...

What, this?

Why would a necklace
that your mob-boss father

gave your pregnant teenage
mom upset you so much

that you're hanging
upside down like a bat?

Well, inverting equalizes cerebral fluid
and eases the strain on the vertebrae.

You're worried about
Paddy's trial, aren't you?

I was so wrapped up in
recovering from surgery

that i didn't have time
to think about him, too.

It's very overwhelming.
What do I do?

I think you know what you
should do. Reach out to hope.

I'm sure she's dying to talk to you.

No.
I'm fine.

Not with this in your mouth.
Come on. Come on.

We have a murder to solve.
And I need your help.

Take him on down to the
interrogation room, Tony.

W... is that the "stop bad people" guy?

Come on.
You'll get a kick out of this guy.

- You're a Detective?
- Yeah.

Wow.

Hey, Ismail, stop drooling
over Detective Rizzoli

and talk to me about this gun.
You pulled the guts out.

Yeah, the ... the plastic ones
that come with the game suck.

He used this for video games?

Uh-huh. Yeah.
A-are you a fan?

Do you ... do you like ...
do you play video games?

Oh, yeah.

How about if you tell us a little bit
about your operation?

Um, I-I don't know what you're ...

what ... what you're...talk...
talk... talking about.

Cyber bullying is a federal
crime, Ismail. A federal crime.

Okay, the service I
provide isn't bullying.

- It's legal harassment.
- Okay.

You want to tell us why
you were legally harassing

- Senator Erica Humphrey-Miller?
- What?

Oh, that ... that ... you don't ...

I didn't have any personal
animosity towards her

or any of the people my
customers hire me to harass.

So that's your business?

You build hate websites
and send hate mail?

Well, I ... I wouldn't
describe it quite like that.

Who hired you to harass the Senator?

I don't know.
I swear. I don't.

It's part of my business model.
I use a pay service

that assures anonymity
for all my clients.

We've seized all his computers.

Okay. Let's go see if
you are telling the truth.

Why ... why would I lie?
I'm a businessman, not an assassin.

It was ... it was ... it was
really nice to meet you, Detective.

We should do something sometime or ...

Hey, should I ...
should I wait here?

Yes, why don't you?

Sss!

He's telling the
truth about the pay service.

It's a pretty complex money transaction.

I'm not sure I can track
where the funds come from.

I'll tell them to let him go.

- Hey, release that kid, Ismail. Thanks.
- So, all we know

is someone orchestrated a nasty
campaign against the victim.

I'm telling you, the husband had time.

Soccer parents only remember seeing him

at the beginning and
the end of the game.

That's not enough to arrest him.

We need something that shows
they had breakfast together.

Yeah, the blueberry
waffles are the key here.

If she really left her house at 7:00,

she had 90 minutes before she
was first seen at the parade.

So, where'd she go?

Well, she couldn't have driven
more than, say, 20 miles each way.

So...
we look...

- 20 miles in every direction.
- That's a lot of area to cover.

1,256.6 square miles.
Area...

- Equals pi "r" squared.
- Equals pi "r" squared.

Get Frankie in here.
Have him check every fast-food place

and restaurant that serves breakfast.

- I thought he got promoted.
- Not yet.

- Glad you're not my sister.
- Do you want to do it?

No.

- DNA?
- No. Results on the water

from the bottles you found
under the victim's desk.

It's well water mixed with soil.

- That's it? There's no contaminates?
- Nope.

Erica's hard drive had
the results of groundwater and

soil studies she'd had commissioned
over the last six months.

- Why in Readville?
- I don't know. But everything was normal.

Didn't seem worth mentioning.

Is there any way to see if
the water in those bottles

- came from Readville, too?
- I'll have the crime lab look into it.

- What'll that tell us?
- I don't know. Just following a hunch.

- What? You're not tired?
- I'm fine. I'm just sick of you yawning.

I've got to call it a night.
My dog walker called in sick.

And what's your excuse?

Slave driver didn't show
up to race the dog team?

Cats having a fashion show?
Hamsters made you dinner?

Yeah. All of the above.
Good night.

Hey, Jane, let's run.
It's not too far to your apartment.

- Now you want to run?
- Come on. I finally feel like it.

The things I do for you.

- Who is that?
- I don't know.

What are you doing?

I don't know what I did
with my pepper spray.

I knew I should have brought my gun.

Oh, my god. It's Casey.

He look really good.

I hope all of his parts
he lare working.Good.

Oh, Maura.

- Hey, there.
- Hi.

I called the station.

They, uh, they said you
were on your way home.

What are you doing here?
You look great.

Well, I feel pretty good.

Wow, I mean, you've recovered
most of your mobility.

Are you wearing thermoplastic braces?

You've got good eyes.

- Yeah.
- Oh... I mean, how is that possible?

You had cauda equina.
It isn't treatable.

Well, I'm still trying to
believe it myself. I got lucky.

I was, uh, I was misdiagnosed
thanks to a bad MRI.

But you still had neurosurgery.

Oh, yeah.
They opened me up,

and they found shrapnel
pressing against my spinal cord.

- Took it out.
- That's incredible.

It really is.
And what about sexual function?

Dr.Isles, this is actually
not one of your patients.

Sorry.
Sorry.

I'm gonna go finish my
run. I'll see you tomorrow.

No, Maura, come on.
I'll take you home. It's...

So happy this isn't awkward.

- I have to walk Jo Friday.
- Uh-huh.

- I mean, do you want to ...
- Yeah. I'd really like that.

Okay.

I never know how long
you're supposed to let a dog sniff.

You're not. She's marking territory.

Look sharp!

Cesar, the dog whisperer.
He uses that expression.

It's from the North of England.
It means be quick and do your business.

She only did that
because you're a soldier

and you have a hint of an accent.

- I don't have an accent.
- Yes, you do.

It was worse when we were in
high school, but I can still hear

the North of England in you.

That's something I love about you ...
that you've known me for so long.

My massive crush began
on you when I was 15.

I wrote about 100 e-mails
to you in the hospital,

- more when I was recovering.
- I never got them.

I didn't send any of them.

It wasn't just the physical
injuries that stopped me.

It was, uh...
it was PTSD.

I know a little about
post-traumatic stress disorder.

Someday, if ... if you want to hear
it, I'll tell you what happened.

Right now, I'm just so happy to see you.

I see the neurosurgeon fixed that, too.

He did.
God, you're beautiful.

- You're beautiful.
- I'm thinking something, Jane.

What? No, no, no. No
thinking. No thinking.

Yeah.
I'm thinking that...

I want us to be in
love before we do this.

- I can't just show up ...
- Ugh. God, you're good.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, you just said the best line
to get a woman to take her clothes off.

- I did?
- Yes.

You know you did.

Casey?

You don't leave a chef
an awful lot to work with.

Jar of pickles and marmite
that expired five years ago.

Put that back.
Maura gave that to me.

I might use it to kill her someday.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Somebody needs to take care of you.

I should have told you this last night.

No, if this is about your
STDS or your ex-wives or ...

just please save it for after breakfast.

I'm going back to Afghanistan.

- Wow.
- Just for a few months.

I've been asked to go with
a team of psychologists.

I'm getting training in virtual
therapy for combat soldiers.

Is that what helped you?
Virtual therapy?

- Then I understand.
- I knew you would.

When I get back, I think it's
time you and I give it a shot.

- Me too.
- Go all domestic together.

Yes, but there has to be rules
before you throw out my marmite.

I'll get you another jar,

and I'll also teach you to
get Jo Friday to look sharp.

Maybe.

Only if you keep the accent.

- I... don't have an accent.
- Yes, you do.

You do have an accent.

- Hello?
- Help.

You're supposed to
set it for your height.

I was thinking about the case.

I think you were
thinking about the Case-y.

Well, I came to see you,

but someone was taking their
sweet time in coming to work.

Well, that's 'cause you
wouldn't stop talking

when I was trying to get dressed.

You called me.

He'll be back, Jane.

You said he'd be at the Bagram air base.

Yeah, but he still
has to go to Kandahar.

By plane.
He said no road travel.

You know, when he told me,
I was so sad and terrified.

But I was also...

- Oh, my god. It can't be.
- What? Tell me.

I was relieved.

Oh.
Is that all?

What do you mean, is that all?

You've been pining over
this man for a year now.

It's simply fear talking.

You're afraid that if you
allow yourself to get involved,

you'll get hurt, so you're
looking for reasons to withdraw.

I am not.
He moved the cereal boxes.

And he threw out my shredded wheat.

You've had that box for five years.

I just opened it.
I mean, what if this is the gateway

to mom jeans and baby slime

and ... and arguments
over the remote control

and clipping coupons
and buying in bulk?

Okay, go back to
telling me about the part

when he had you pinned
against the building.

Oh, yeah.

Some of the results are in

on the particulate
found in Erica's scratch.

- Disturbed soil.
- Disturbed soil?

That just means it's from
an old industrial area.

- Looks like Readville.
- Readville. Again.

And again.

The second round of water results
are back, too, and the water

in the bottles from Erica's
office was also from Readville.

- Hey. What do you got?
- I cannot wait until 5:00 on Friday,

when my promotion becomes official

and I don't have to be your
personal patrol-officer slave.

Just tell me if you found a diner

that serves blueberry
waffles in Readville, please.

Why didn't you tell
me it was in Readville?

Do you know how many
places I called? 394, Jane.

I didn't know we were
looking in Readville, Frankie.

That's what you do when
you're a Detective. You detect!

- All right.
- Thank you.

- Hey, Maura.
- Morning, Frankie.

Jane, the yellow pollen in her
scratch is from the lonicera hirsuta,

also called the hairy
honeysuckle flower.

Does the horny honeysuckle
grow in Readville?

Hairy.
No. It only grows in the Berkshires.

Then you can tell me about
the hairy horny flower later.

- Let's go get blueberry waffles.
- Oh, I already ate.

No ... I did, too, but
you're coming with me.

- No, I'm not.
- Yes, you are.

I might need you to take
some water samples, okay?

Come on.
The key to this is Readville.

Good morning.

Hi. Do you have blueberry waffles?

Oh, we just ran out.

But the corned beef hash is really good.

Maura.
That's our victim.

What are we gonna do now?

Senator Erica was the
only one who'd listen.

See that little boy?

He's so sick now he can
barely hold up his head.

Cancer.

And that little girl and that one, too.

Something is poisoning us all here.

I'm sorry.
Let me get you two a table.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, that's why Erica was

doing soil and water testing
here in Readville.

Nonspecific symptoms and unrelated
illnesses don't necessarily mean

that environmental toxins are
getting in the water supply.

You know, don't ever eat
in hospital cafeterias.

- Oh, and avoid anybody in scrubs.
- Anything else?

- Why do you have to be like that?
- Like what?

Like every time you
have a random thought,

I got to get into your
random-thought caravan.

Well, hospital uniforms
are teeming with bacteria.

I'm giving you a tip to be healthy.

- Maura, that's it.
- What's it?

Oh, now I'm supposed to
get in your caravan.

They're factory workers.

Look at the logos ...
that horny flower.

Hairy. What makes it
distinctive is the fuzzy leaves.

Wait. Let me see your tablet.

Hairy Honeysuckle Battery company.

You said this only
grows in the berkshires.

It does. It's endangered.
Looks like they transplanted it.

The vines are growing
on the barbed wire.

You found that same pollen
in soil in Erica's scratch.

She must have snuck in the factory.
What was she looking for?

Well, they recycle
lead-acid, nickel cadmium,

nickel metal hydride batteries.

- How toxic is all that?
- Newer batteries are reasonably clean,

but older batteries, they
release lead and cadmium.

Could the workers carry
that out on their uniforms?

Yes, it's known as take-home toxins.

THTS ... take-home toxins.

Erica had written that
down in her calendar.

These men are probably
covered in toxins.

And Erica figured that
out, and whoever killed her

didn't want her making that public.

Bill Davenport owns the factory.

Problem is, he was in
San Francisco yesterday.

So, unless he hired someone,
he's not our shooter.

Look at this, Jane.

Erica Humphrey-Miller
wrote up a grant proposal.

To the department of energy?
Why?

It looks like the grant
money was supposed to fund

environmentally friendly practices.

Hairy Honeysuckle got 2 million bucks.

Why am I paying taxes?
So they can give them to Bill Davenport?

Does he look like he needs the money?

Well, it's used to pay for safeguards
like showers and air regulators,

- in addition to disposable uniforms.
- Which they weren't using.

What if they took the Government handout

and then paid off an inspector
to look the other way?

Osha doesn't monitor take-home
toxins with inspectors yet.

They rely on outside regulators.

Frost, scroll to the
end of that document.

Look who was in charge of compliance.

You said you didn't
know what THT meant.

- I don't.
- Then I'll decode that for you.

It means "take-home toxins."

Where are we going with this?

You said you had a
development in the case.

We do.

These are straps for a .22 caliber
rifle, aren't they, Jennifer?

Erica and Jennifer were both biathletes.

What does this have to do
with my daughter's murder?

Senator, you need to hear this.

Your r�sum� on the Senate website
says you went to law school.

Doesn't say you failed
the bar three times.

No husband, no children.

Erica threw you a bone
making you chief of staff.

Detective Frost, please
tell us what you found.

The person who paid "stop
bad people" to harass Erica

used a pay service that hides
their customers' identities

by sending the money
through a Boston bank,

a Nashville Bank, and,
finally, a bank in London.

Those documents there
trace a transaction

right back to your office computer.

- What?
- What the hell is going on here?

I think Jennifer knows.

That's pretty cold, Jennifer.

We found gun oil inside
the baby's backpack...

and what's left of a blueberry waffle.

Three months ago, Erica
started testing the water and

the soil in Readville because
the children were so sick,

But the water was
fine, the soil was fine,

so it didn't make any sense...
unless the toxins were coming

from the only new thing in town ...
the Honeysuckle Battery factory.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
That's not possible.

Erica got them a $2 million
grant to prevent that.

I bet it was hard for
Erica to believe that her

little sister would take a
bribe and let children die.

"Deliver GBS."

Tell your father, Jennifer.
What did that mean?

It meant...
deliver goodbye speech.

- Oh, my god.
- Erica was gonna resign and expose you,

and I'll bet she was even
gonna take the responsibility

and clean up the environmental
mess that you made.

- I want a lawyer.
- I bet you do.

I'm sorry, Senator.

At least her children won't be orphans.

Even more reason to
marry a househusband.

- I'm glad I don't have a sister.
- Well, Cailin's not gonna shoot me.

You know, that motorcycle would
make a beautiful caf� racer.

Come on. He's in the drug
unit, not the espresso unit.

The Harley look is pass�.
1960s british rockers are back.

Actually, caf� racer
could be a better cover

for busting dealers selling
in clubs and colleges.

I'm in.
Can you get it running?

Well, the intake vacuum
pressure pulls the fuel through

and mixes liquid with air

before it sucks it into
the combustion chamber.

Mm. Go on.

Violent explosion rams
the big piston down

with great force.

Long connecting rod forces

the crank pin into rotation,

which is what you want.

God, I would love to have my
crank pin rotated right about now.

- I knew you'd miss him.
- Mm.

Okay, you guys are making
me really uncomfortable.

Oh, stop it, you big lug.
You would not have done ...

Oh.
I didn't know you were here.

- Hello.
- Hi, Lieutenant.

We were just gonna
make dinner together.

I hope you two don't mind.

- No.
- No. How nice.

Night.

- "Night"?
- What the hell?

- Shh! They can hear you!
- I hope they can hear me!

They shouldn't be doing whatever
it is they're planning to do.

Frankie, go in there.

Me? I'm not going in there.

- You go in there!
- No.

Hope you don't mind,

I'm gonna toss your mother
around a bit, all right?

Yeah, you know what? I mind!
We are minding!

Toss? Them?
I can't. No.

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