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4x12 - Partners in Crime

Back off, Merton. Back off.

♪ Baby, hold on ♪

Shh! Quiet!

Do you want the neighbors
to complain again?

♪ Run to me when you feel scared ♪

It doesn't get any better
than this, does it, Merton?

Yes! Done!

Every follow-up report.
What's my prize?

Two days off to hang
with your boyfriend.

Mm!
First days I've taken in a year.

- BPD owes me 116.
- That's nothing. They owe me 243.

Why are you two competing over
who takes the fewest vacation days?

- Because we're studs.
- Ahh!

So what do you and Casey have planned?

Well, he's only on leave
for 72 hours, so nothing.

Jane.

He sent seven letters
in the last five days.

He's bored. He'll get a new
prison pen pal eventually.

I'm curious.
For all I know,

Paddy could be confessing
to another crime.

Oh, I'm sure that's it.

- They're releasing him.
- They're what?

They can't. He's awaiting trial

for the murder of
Cavanaugh's wife and baby son.

No, I-I don't mean Paddy.
His father ... Patrick Sr.

- Paddy's father's still alive?
- Yeah, he's the first Boston

mob boss to ever to go down for R.I.C.O.

He's been locked up for ...
what? ... 30 years.

- 31.
- What? Let me see this.

"Of all the people guilt-tripping ..."
He wants you to take in his father.

Didn't Patrick Sr. threaten to kill Hope

when he found out
Paddy got her pregnant?

Yes. He did.
And who was Hope pregnant with?

Hmm...

I can't really remem...
Oh, yeah! You, Maura!

The parole is conditional.
They'll revoke it

if he doesn't have a
place to live by tomorrow.

Paddy says he won't last
much longer in prison.

Well, is it bad form to say, "yay"?

He's on a waiting list
for public housing.

It might just be a few days.

- I could at least put him up in a hotel.
- No, you can't.

He has to have a permanent address.

Dr. Isles.

- Rizzoli.
- Yes.

- Okay.
- All right.

All right, we got it.

We got a floater in a hot tub.

First responders aren't sure
if it was an accidental drowning.

Please, please don't let this mess
up my plans with Casey, please!

You want me and Korsak to take it?

What the hell is that, Frost?

I put "shot alert" on my computer
to track city shootings myself.

Okay, here we go.
Moss Hill gym and Racquet Club.

Dispatch.

Looks like we got a victim
there. You take that.

- Jane and I will take the floater.
- Then who's helping me?

- Martinez got you on anything?
- No. What do you need.

There's your help.

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4x12 - Partners in Crime

Well, at least she
was having a good time.

Wine, weed, and cheese doodles.

Oh, there was a boom box
in there with her.

She was electrocuted.

I can't be certain of cause of
death until I dissect her lungs.

She seems to have a significant
amount of adipose tissue.

And this sheen appears to be glycerol.

Body fat and lotion.
That would slow down conductivity.

Yeah, boom box was
pushed into the hot tub.

- We got ourselves a murder.
- Pink froth around her lips and nose.

You have a tell when your
head's not in the game.

I don't know what you mean.

"Pink froth"?

Not "cytoplastics hematoma
liquidity at a cellular level"?

No.

You still ruminating over
your messed-up family?

Paddy Doyle isn't my family.

But he is part of my genetic makeup,

as is my grandfather,
and I want to meet him.

Oh, so now you're Heidi,

and you're gonna climb the Alps
with gramps and feed the goats?

Pink froth is a result of hemolysis
due to rupture of red blood cells

and the release of cytoplasm
into surrounding fluid.

So she inhaled water.

You see anything that
suggests she was held under?

I see some bruising
on her shoulders, yes.

- Hey.
- Hi.

That's the friend who found the body.

The victim is Rhonda Clark.

She's a Professor in the
sociology department at B.C.U.

The ladies had a weekly
date in the hot tub.

Yeah, with Mr. Chardonnay
and Mrs. Cannabis.

Yeah, I sent officers to
B.C.U. to get the husband.

- He's a sociology Professor, too.
- Okay.

- Hey, Merton! Here, boy!
- Robert Merton was a famous sociologist.

He developed the concept
of unintended consequences.

- Can you make him stop?
- Watch this. Hey.

Here, Merton. Here, boy.

Good dog!

Quiet!

Nice try, dog whisperer.

Can you put him back in the house?

Wait, Korsak, did we get
any complaints tonight

from the neighbors about a dog barking?

- I can ask. Why?
- Well, he's a barker.

If he's not barking his head off
when his master's getting murdered

- then that means he knows the killer.
- Good thinking.

Hey, Frost, what do you got?

Sweet ride.

You never see this color.
It's called "beluga black."

I meant the victim.

Oh, uh, sorry. Sorry.
Mark Cabot, 37.

He was the very wealthy head
of Annisquam Investments.

The Cabots are an old family ...
Boston brahmins.

He's a member of this club.

Parks his expensive car by itself
in the "platinum circle."

- Witnesses?
- None, and the security cameras

were in the process of being upgraded.

That's convenient. Robbery?

As his wallet and very
nice watch are still here,

so I don't think so. We'll process
the scene and wait for dr. Isles.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Okay, Frankie, you got to do
the notifications.

- Me?
- He's married.

His wife and his sister worked with him.

I called the company.
They're still at work.

It's an awful part of the job, but
you got to get used to it, okay?

- You can do it.
- Okay.

Uh...

Merton is quite the barker.

We got a long list of complaints,
but none tonight.

And the dog wasn't
barking on the 911 call.

- That's interesting.
- Nothing seems disturbed upstairs.

Shh!

This must be the husband.

I wonder where he was tonight.

I told her so many times to
be careful in the hot tub.

This is tragic.

Just as she was about to
get everything she wanted.

- What was that?
- Tenure.

We were that ... that
lucky academic couple.

What do you mean, because you
worked at the same university?

That never happens, especially not with

a liberal-arts subject like sociology.
It's so competitive.

Did you have tenure?

- Why?
- It must have been difficult

being married to someone who was
about to have tenure before you.

She deserved it.

- Can you tell us where you
were this evening? - Why?

- My wife drowned, didn't she?
- She was murdered.

- Where were you?
- Just what the hell are you asking me?

Okay, I loved my wife, all right?

We ... we were partners.
We did everything together.

- Where were you?
- With my students.

Okay, my office hours
are from 5:00 to 9:00 PM.

You can ask them.

You know what? Better yet,
why don't you ask big brother?

NSA isn't the only
agency that's watching us.

I got a parking fob,
I got a building pass.

This is my ATM card.

You check my digital footprint
if you don't believe me.

That's a good idea.
I think I'll do that now.

The older one's the sister.

That's the wife.
God, how do I do this?

You just got to do it.

Maybe I'll stay in drug unit.

If I can look at dead
bodies, you can do this.

Can I help you?

I'm Detective Frank
Rizzoli, Boston homicide.

I'm sorry to have to
tell you this, but ...

- Boston homicide?
- God, it's not ...

- Please, no.
- Jenny, it isn't ... it isn't Mark.

- I'm afraid it is.
- What?

- We found his body.
- What?

- I'm so very, very sorry.
- Oh, my god.

Got it, Jane. Thanks.
That was my partner.

Big brother just gave
you the thumbs-up.

She'll meet you downstairs
with your card and keys.

- I told you.
- Apologies for the tough questions.

Look, all that matters
now is that you find out

who did this to Rhonda.

We think your dog might
have known the killer.

How well would Merton
have to know someone

- before he'd stop barking?
- Really well.

- How many people did he know that well?
- A lot of people.

Rhonda had office hours at home,

so there were students there
all the time, and faculty,

and she had a lot of friends.

- I'll call you if we have anything.
- Thank you.

- Excuse me.
- Excuse me.

Hey, uh, the victim's
wife and sister asked me

if they could have a
Sergeant with them in the

- interview room.
- Did Frankie screw up the notification?

- No, but they sensed how green he is.
- We sure they're not suspects?

Positive.
I checked their parking cards.

- They never left the building's garage.
- In their cars, anyway.

I checked the office's
online server, too.

They were both logged in
when he was gunned down.

Okay.
Come on. Let's talk to them.

We need to ask both of you
if Mark had any enemies.

You'll find this out soon enough.

My brother was an acquired taste.

He was a really wonderful
human being... if he liked you.

But... he wouldn't
win any popularity contests.

He headed up a leading
arbitrage company.

You don't make friends buying
companies to tear them apart.

Competitors called him "darth raider."

I mean, to his face.

He was really funny about it.

He'd just... smile.

I think I'm hearing you say
he had a long list of enemies.

It shouldn't matter what
people thought of Mark.

Business acumen and arrogance
shouldn't get you killed!

It shouldn't, but it might have.

We need a list of anyone you
think might be responsible.

Okay. We can do that.

We'll also need all
former and current clients ...

anyone that Mark did business with.

Yeah, Leslie handles all that.

Yeah, it's a family-owned company.
I'll give you everything.

Initial tox screen confirmed she had
a 0,01 blood alcohol level,

and a high level of
cannabis in her system.

Oh, well, add electricity to that,

and she wouldn't be
hard to hold underwater.

- Oh, put him over here on the table.
- Is that the shooting victim?

Yes.
He was shot at close range.

The bullet's still lodged in the skull.

How did Frankie do at the scene?

Good. Very composed.
But he had a good teacher.

Oh, I need Frost's magic fingers.

Wait. Okay, here we go.

Rhonda and Rick Clark
were both experts in

- anomie, whatever that is.
- The study of social instability ...

environment has a significant
effect on genetic expression.

One more reason to be thankful
that Paddy Doyle didn't raise you.

So, she was about to get
tenure, and he wasn't.

Well, that will put a strain
on a marriage of academics.

Sayre's law ... the politics
of a university are so intense

because the stakes are so low.

Seems so surprising that even
smart people can't get it together.

- Why is that surprising?
- I just can't understand

why you would even lift
a finger to help him.

Well, I... I could say it's the
compassionate physician in me.

But the truth is, I'll never
not be Paddy Doyle's daughter.

I just want to know where he came from.

- Why?
- Why does anybody trace their heritage?

- You didn't get the bullet out yet?
- Yeah, Maura. Come on.

The body's been here
at least 30 seconds.

Oh. Sorry.

So what should I do while
I wait for ballistics?

Korsak said the wife and sister
gave you a list of enemies.

And a long one.

The gym managers high-fived when
we told them who the victim was.

Sounds like the whole
place wanted this guy dead.

Get this ... when he
lost a squash match,

he peed in his opponent's locker.

- Wait. He urinated in it?
- That is what "peed" means, yes.

His tires were slashed multiple times.
Car was keyed.

- Any idea who did it?
- No idea.

That's why they were setting
up the new security cameras.

- Mark Cabot demanded it.
- Okay, so start with the gym members.

Find out who's a registered gun owner.

- Great. Thanks, Jane.
- Yep.

Are you looking through
my personal files?

Well, if you don't want anyone
looking, don't label them "personal."

"Personal" ... related to
a person's private affairs.

You got Patrick Sr.'s medical records?

"Congestive heart failure,
arthritis, emphysema..."

This man needs assisted living.
Maura, you can't take this on.

It's temporary, Jane.

I think you're nuts.

Rizzoli.

I got a delivery now?

You got a delivery?

What are you doing here?

You're a day early.

- Okay. I can come back.
- No! Get over here.

Oh! Hi.

- Mm. No, I'm ... I'm at work.
- I don't care.

There you are.

- Why didn't you wake me?
- I didn't want you in my way.

Wow. You cook, too?

Where did you get the eggs
and all the vegetables?

- Farmers' market.
- Really?

- You're like a 17th-century wife.
- Is that good or bad?

Well, it's fantastic.
I've always wanted a wife.

What do you want to do today?

Watch me churn butter or help
me beat the dust from the rugs?

- Oh, Casey, I have to go to work.
- Oh, my bad. I showed up early.

Well, I know. I just ... I ...
what happened in my fridge?

It met a bucket of
soapy water and a sponge.

Did ... did you throw
the orange juice out?

It was empty. I tossed it.

What d... no!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You can't throw the ketchup out.

Jane, you make enough money to eat
food that didn't expire in 2007.

- You were growing things in there.
- And you did the laundry.

Never put off till tomorrow
what you can do today.

Well, I just ... I feel guilty.

Well, I was hoping you'd feel loved.

- Yeah.
- Hmm.

I do feel loved?

- You do?
- Mm-hmm.

- Do you?
- Yes, I really feel loved.

- Mm.
- Morning!

Good morning, Ma!

Okay, well, don't let me interrupt...
Charles.

Someday, I'm gonna make
you call me "Casey."

Look, I know you two are grown-up,
but I still don't approve.

Oh, really?
This coming from the woman

who's canoodling with my boss.

Jane, for heaven's sake,
what's wrong with you?

What are you doing here?

Your brothers are slobs,
and I needed a place to stay.

Is that...

...sautéed zucchini?

Fresh garlic and sea
salt ... you want some?

- Yes.
- Wait. Do not encourage ...

- Wait.
- What?

Did Maura kick you out so she
could move in grandpa Patrick?

She said she needed the guest house
for somebody who couldn't climb stairs.

Who's Patrick?
It's good.

- Patrick Doyle, Sr.
- Paddy's father?

- Mm-hmm.
- She gave my guest house to a criminal?

It's not exactly "your" guest house, Ma.

Well, I certainly don't
want to stay with him,

nor do I want to stay
where I am not wanted.

Really? That's good news.

- Unless it's with family.
- Hmm.

- Excuse me.
- Are you sure, Ma?

Because, you know, me and my lover

are going to be doing lots of things
that you don't approve of.

- Go ahead.
- Wait. But, Ma, look.

You could get some tips
for you and Cavanaugh.

Oh, for crying out loud, Jane!
That's disgusting.

No, come on. I was kidding.

Where are you going?
Ma, come on.

I'm gonna go to Maura's spare bedroom.

- What about Patrick Doyle?
- Well, if he can stand it, so can I.

If you make her an honest woman,

I'll call you anything
you want, Charles.

- Goodbye, Jane.
- Bye, Ma.

Did you get Frankie's bullet out?

Yes. And your mother hates me.

No. She loves your guest house.
And you, too.

She hardly said one word to me.

Well, enjoy the silence for a while.

She'll be fine,
unless Patrick puts a hit out on her.

- Too soon?
- You have a tell, too.

And what is my tell?

Your jokes get a little edge
when something's bothering you.

- It's Casey?
- I can't take my day off to be with him

because I have yet
another homicide to solve.

- Oh.
- That is a lie.

I could have totally taken a
day off today, and I didn't.

- You want to know why?
- Yes, I do know why.

Because you love solving homicides.
You love your work.

Yeah, and... I can't
tell him that. I feel guilty.

Besides, the guy's been
in town 10 hours ...

he's already washed my underwear.

My thongs, Maura.

- That's awkward.
- Yeah, tell me about it.

- And he cleaned out my refrigerator.
- Now, that, I approve of.

There are alternaria spores

and maybe even rhizopus
on your pastrami.

Jane, this isn't about
Casey. It's about you.

Yeah, it is.

I can't be me and be his, too.

- So, tell him.
- How do people make this work?

I mean, I love him. I want him to stay.

- And I want him to go.
- Those are mutually exclusive desires.

Yes, this much I know, Maura.

Hmm, look what I'm seeing
in the mucosa of the primary bronchi.

Oh, thank god for mucosa.

- A hair.
- Uh-huh.

- It's a canis lupus hair.
- A dog. She had a dog.

Yeah, but it's not Merton's.
It's not from a labradoodle.

Maybe our killer had a dog, too.

Hi, how many students had office
hours with Rhonda at her home?

Just about to head over to B.C.U.

to get a list of everybody ...
we can ask.

Okay. We need to find out
how many of them own dogs.

Hey, I've been going through

all of Mark Cabot's
business dealings ...

customers, vendors, clients.
So far, no one stands out.

- What's the matter?
- Oh, I was hoping you had something.

No hits on the bullet Maura recovered
from Mark Cabot's body.

Well, don't get discouraged.

I've solved a lot of
cases without ballistics.

- What else you got?
- Nothing.

Except they don't make bigger
douche bags than Mark Cabot.

What about the other gym
members with the gun licenses?

- 49 gym members have guns.
- That's a hell of a lot of guns.

We should check 'em all.

The dean of the sociology department
has that list prepared.

- Let's go.
- Okay.

They're releasing him in two hours.
I can't face him alone.

I can go to B.C.U. alone.

Maura can't go to Souza-Baranowski
prison alone. Go, Jane.

Oh... the things I do for you.

- Sign there, there, and there.
- Thank you.

You have to sign for his wheelchair?

Well, it's government issued.
He'll have to give it back.

Oh, yeah, 'cause you're really
tempted to steal a used wheelchair.

There are prisoners
here in their 90s, Jane.

Well, this guy's a spring chicken.

Shh!

That's my grandfather.

- Hello, Mr. Doyle. I'm ...
- I know who you are.

You look like that, uh...

that woman, that, uh... that Hope.

She's my biological mother.
I'm Dr. Maura Isles.

"Biological."
Put a lot of stock in that, do you?

Biology?

You gonna tell me that
you're, uh, Paddy's daughter

'cause my son knocked
up some college girl?

You should have never
seen the light of day.

Put him back, Maura.

Your girlfriend's right.
Listen, sweetheart.

Leave me here. I like it here.

I don't want anything to do with you.

Great. Sit here and rot.
Maura, let's go.

- Oh, no, you don't.
- Oh, yes, we do.

You signed the paperwork.

Patrick Doyle's not our
problem anymore. He's all yours.

I'm warning you.
Don't push me where I don't want to go.

- You don't got a choice.
- This is just temporary. As I told you,

you'll be in assisted living
in just a few days, Mr. Doyle.

And as I told you,
take me back to my cell,

and don't you call me "Mr. Doyle."

What should she call you?
Number 2492?

I said, take me back.

Hey, you heard the man!
You're our problem now!

Until I can give you back to the state.

I can see where Paddy got
all of his lovely traits.

Come on.
We got to get back to work.

Jane.

He is a hideous human being,
but I can't just leave him here alone.

Take me to Southie.

That's great idea. We could
dump him at 8th and "I."

I got plenty of friends in Southie.

Oh, yeah?
Like who, huh?

Mikey Kelly?
Big Murph? Huh?

Duba Shaughnessy?
They're all dead, Patrick!

Don't you call me Patrick, lady.

No! No!
Dammit!

I know. I know.
I'm coming back soon.

You said you'd be here an hour
ago. I've got all of Rhonda's files here.

Let's close this sucker
and get you off to canoodle.

Who's barking?

- Elsie.
- Hey, Sergeant.

- Uh, is ... is Casey there?
- Yeah. Jane.

Hey, babe. How come you're not at work?

It's a long story. Listen.

Um, Elsie was trained to assist
soldiers in wheelchairs, right?

- Yeah, why?
- I need a favor.

Okay, that's enough, now. Huh?

You're beginning to bug me a bit, huh?

- Good girl. Yeah, you're a big girl.
- Don't read anything into that.

Even psychopaths like dogs.

- I know.
- All right. Okay. All right. That's enough.

But thank you for bringing her.
At least he's stopped complaining.

I'll get her comfortable with him,
and then we'll try some stuff.

He's like the soldiers with disabilities

- I see all the time.
- Except he's a crook.

Might be hard for you to
believe, but he's scared.

- Of me, I Hope.
- Scared of change.

See it in the military ...
guys used to that life.

Some start to think they
can't live outside the system.

- Anyway, you two go back to work.
- What? No. You can't stay here.

I want you to go back to
work so you get home sooner.

- Go. I got it.
- Thank you.

Don't get too friendly.
He's not moving in with us.

"Us," huh?
I like the sound of that.

How do we get Patrick
out of Maura's house?

I know a guy in the housing authority.

- Really? You could pull a fix?
- Not a "fix." A favor.

Just get him off the wait
list and out of your hair.

Okay, yeah.
Don't tell Maura, but do it.

- What did you get at B.C.U.?
- I spoke to the dean.

Professor Rhonda Clark
had a stellar reputation.

I brought her files and her
personal belongings from her office.

- Wow! Is that Rhonda?
- Yeah. Hard to believe, huh?

What do we blame ... the
weed or the crunchy snacks?

- Any of her students stand out?
- Yeah, this one. Peter Kaufman.

He was actually Rick's student,
but it was up to Rhonda to decide

whether to let Peter
into their PHD program.

- And?
- And according to the dean,

Rhonda washed him out.
Peter didn't take it well.

She recorded his final
oral presentation.

- Ah.
- If this has anything to do with

gruel for Patrick
or where to hide the good silver,

- I'm trying to catch up.
- It's about dog hair.

- Oh! Did you find the breed?
- Yes. It's a German shepherd.

High levels of dander, which
explains the mucosal edema

- I found in the lung tissue samples.
- She was allergic? But she had a dog.

Merton was labradoodle. No dander.

But if she had a histamine reaction,

doesn't that mean that
she inhaled the hair?

- Yes.
- And since she was still breathing,

the hair wasn't in the water.

It means the hair could
have been on the killer.

Maybe the killer had a German shepherd.

The root ball's still intact.
I could test the dog hair.

Find out if the dog
was on any medication.

- That might help us identify it.
- I'll see what I can do.

Let's look at this student, Peter.

He had motive. Maybe he
had a German shepherd.

Peter's giving his oral presentation.

Guess it's like an audition
to get into the PHD program.

Sorry, Peter. I have to stop you.

I've listened to your presentation
with grave concerns.

- Where is this material from?
- That's Professor Rhonda.

My own research, Professor.

I have reason to suspect
this is plagiarized.

No, it isn't.

I suspect your logistic
regression analysis

is also based on
someone else's research.

Plagiarism is cause
for immediate expulsion.

You can't just sit there and accuse
me of plagiarism, you fat bitch.

Hey, Peter! That is enough!

- No. No!
- You will not be continuing in this program.

- You need to leave right!
- You can't do this to me!

- You understand?!
- Wow.

Hey, hey, hey! Back off, pal!

That is one angry graduate student.
Let's pick him up.

Smell that?

Weed.

Maybe Peter was Rhonda's dealer.

How much do you want?

All of it.

Killed her?
What are you talking about?

I feel bad that she's dead.

- She accused you of plagiarism.
- Okay, that pissed me off,

and, yeah, maybe I shouldn't
have smoked that blend

before I gave my presentation.

- It makes me kind of paranoid.
- Kind of?

Listen. She was good people.
Way smarter than her husband.

I always wished that she
was my adviser, not him.

- When we got stoned together ...
- You smoked with her?

In the hot tub and at the house.

We'd talk about the
mismatch of social mores

in capitalist culture, the
lack of legitimate aspiration,

- the breakdown in social bonds ...
- That's all very interesting, Peter.

Let's talk about why you
attacked your hot-tub buddy

when she kicked you out of the program.

You spend four years in college,
two years in graduate school,

and then, boom, someone
says the "p" word,

and ... you're out.

That was original work.
It's all on this drive.

Run it on one of the
plagiarism search engines.

- Where were you last night?
- In my apartment with friends.

- Getting high?
- What else do I have to do now?

We're gonna need a list
of names to confirm that.

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

Don't ever apologize for
being dedicated to your work.

So... did your grad
student have an alibi?

Oh, of course, so
that's another dead end.

What about the German shepherd?

There are 500 of those
dogs in Boston, so ...

Wait, no! Why are we
talking about my work? No.

Did grandpa Patrick make you want to

jump on a cargo plane
back to Afghanistan?

Don't hit me, but I, uh ...
I kind of enjoyed being with him.

Ow! I said don't hit me.

Well, Korsak found him
a spot in public housing,

so I can probably can get
him moved in a day or two.

He's spent almost half
his life in prison.

And you've spent almost half
your life in the service.

Yeah. You can get used to
anything, even come to depend on it.

Hey, you should congratulate me.

- I'm a Colonel.
- Oh, my god! Casey! That's ...

Congratulations! Oh, my ...
Oh, we need some champagne.

Could be I'll never ...

never do anything as well as I do that.

What are you saying?

I'm about to hit 20 years.
I have a decision to make, Jane.

- Well, what kind of decision?
- Stay or go.

I'm right where
I thought I wanted to be.

Where's that?

In line to become a General.

I feel like an anthropologist.

He's actually kind of fascinating.
He's very regimented.

He has to eat exactly at 7:00 A.M.

- Are you making powdered eggs?
- Yes. He likes them overcooked.

Do you cut the crusts
off his toast, too?

No. Just burn the edges
and cut them into squares.

- Oh, so no triangles?
- Your tell is showing. What's wrong?

Casey. Here I was thinking
that he wanted to settle down.

He told me that he had to
either accept or decline

his orders next month.

- What does that mean?
- I think it means

that he loves the army more than me.

Oh, Jane.

I don't want to talk about this,

or I'll never make it
through the day. Um...

When do we get
the results back on the root ball?

Oh, uh, Susie called this morning.

The German shepherd was on a
drug for arthritis ... carprofen.

- Oh, my god. It's 6:58.
- Oh, my god.

I told you ... if he
doesn't eat exactly at 7:00,

then he's not gonna eat at all.

There he is.
Will you give him his breakfast?

- What? Why me?
- I'm wearing my pyjamas, Jane.

I'm not hungry.

But it's powdered eggs and burnt
toast and freezer hash browns.

- You eat it, then.
- I don't like prison food.

I didn't either.
But I got used to it.

So eat your breakfast.

- No reason anymore.
- There was a reason in prison?

You think I'm some sort
of pathetic mobster.

But inside, I'm still
somebody in that prison.

Well, life has given you
another chance to be somebody

other than some forgotten mobster.

Now eat your damn breakfast
and thank Maura for her trouble!

Patrick Jr. was my only son.

I was all he needed...

Until that ... that woman,
that ... that Hope, came along

and ... and changed things,
turned him away from me.

Yeah, well, that isn't Maura's fault.

It's her fault I'm gonna die out here.

Paddy asked her... to take you!

He what? But...

Yeah. He's punishing me.

I wanted to stay where I was. I...

I-I told him, I...

He put me outside...

because...

he wants to see me die...

as a nobody.

Maybe he put you out
here so you could see

the one good thing he's done ...

Maura.

- Bruno. He looks nice.
- Mm, yes, he does.

Did you just make an online-dating
love connection?

Funny. I'm pulling up all the
registered German shepherds.

I always wanted one ... the
good ones are direct and honest,

- but not hostile, like you.
- Thank you.

I'm sorry I made a joke.
Is that my tell?

- Your what?
- What tell?

You have no idea what
I'm talking about, do you?

Is this a trick question?

I'm so thankful that some of
the people I work with are guys.

No! Let's talk dogs, Korsak.

For a guy running a
billion-dollar company,

this Mark Cabot sure had
a lot of time to go to the gym.

You still thinking he was
killed by another member?

Maybe. He was there every day
and on every tournament team.

I asked myself the same question,

so I looked through
the company's minutes.

Mark was never there.
Guy was a slacker.

Well, maybe somebody on
the board wanted him out.

His wife and sister
were on the board, right?

Yeah, but they both have solid alibis.

And Mark gave everyone motive.

He controlled everything,
made all the big decisions,

- took all the credit.
- I found six German shepherds

that live within 10
blocks of Rhonda's house.

Jane, there's a dog
park near Rhonda's house.

Dogs need special tags to use it.
I'm pulling up all the German shepherds.

Wait a minute. Your VET has
to sign off on the forms.

I bet we can find out
if any of those dogs

were on that drug that
we found in the dog hair.

- Look at that name ...
- "Jaco" the German shepherd.

Owner is Leslie Cabot.

What the hell?
Leslie Cabot is our victim's sister.

It's here in the dog's records.

Leslie Cabot's German
shepherd was on carprofen.

I don't get it. These two
victims were strangers.

So why is his sister's
dog's hair in her lungs?

The murders are connected.

- Ever see "Strangers on a train"?
- Hitchcock.

Two strangers each want someone dead.

- They agree to do it for each other.
- The perfect murders.

You can't set up a perfect
murder in today's world

without talking to each other.

We can connect them through
e-mails or texts or phone calls.

You can check, but I doubt
you can find anything.

Remember what Rick said to us...
"big brother's watching"?

He made sure that we
couldn't make a link

- between him and Leslie Cabot.
- How?

Frost, check to see if
Rick's dog is registered

- at Leslie's dog park.
- That's it, Jane.

Yeah. Both Merton and Jaco
have dog tags and used the park.

That's where they met. That's
where they planned the murders.

And they probably agreed
never to contact each other

unless it was at that dog park.

- Smart.
- Very.

All right, let's talk motive.

- Why would Leslie want her brother dead?
- She got fed up with doing all the work

- while he took the credit?
- Wait, wait. I found this in the minutes.

It was the one meeting Mark attended.

Last week, he had a secret
vote to remove a board member.

Who was the board member?
Who wasn't at that meeting?

Leslie Cabot.

You think Leslie figured out
that Mark was getting rid of her?

What about Rick Clark?

You think he wanted Rhonda
dead because she let herself go?

Frost, can you do a search?

See if this graduate student plagiarized

- the material on this drive.
- Sure.

What do all university Professors want?

- Tenure.
- That's right.

- She got it. He didn't.
- You think that's the motive? Jealousy?

Okay, this is odd. There it is.

The material on this drive was
published in a sociology journal.

So, Peter's thesis was
published a week after

she kicked him out of the program?

Oh, look who claims he wrote it ...
Rick Clark.

That's why Rhonda thought
Peter plagiarized it ...

She probably read Rick's
article before it was published.

Well, tenure is all about publication.
So, Rick must have felt the pressure,

which means he was competing with
his wife for the same tenure slot.

I'll call the dean and find out.

Yeah, but we still don't
have enough to arrest them.

- Why not?
- We don't have any evidence

to connect them to the victims.

Yeah, were there other contenders
in line for that tenure slot?

Yes. Yes.
All right, thank you.

You were right ... Rick and
Rhonda Clark were in line

- for the same tenure spot.
- Now that she's dead, it's his, isn't it?

The dean's gonna announce it today.

That's motive ... that and the
fact that they "grew apart."

There has to be a way to get them, Jane.

Wait, there is.

Let's pit them against each other.

Mr. Clark? Yes, hello.
This is Detective Rizzoli.

Uh, we've found some security
footage from one of your neighbors.

Uh, we believe that it's your wife's
killer, but we can't identify her.

Would you be able to come down and look?

Yes, identify her.

Do you see Rick Clark or Leslie Cabot?

- Not yet.
- Thanks for doing this.

You know, you're not supposed to
use your personal car for work.

It's new, and I like it,

- and would you rather be sitting
in a police car? - No.

- Hey, Casey, you want to see a movie later?
- Sure.

- What are you doing?
- I'm looking up movie listings.

Here, boy. Here, boy.

- Hey, Merton.
- Hey, buddy.

Stay close, Casey. Company.

- Hey.
- That's not Leslie Cabot.

That's Jenny Cabot ... Mark's wife.

Well... Merton knows her.
He's not barking.

Look at that ... those dogs are friends.

So they met here.
Talked dogs, bad marriages.

- The police called me.
- What?

One of my neighbors got you
on their security camera.

What do you mean?
They have a recording of me?

They haven't identified you yet.

If I'm going down, you're
going down, too.

How could you not know
your neighbor had a camera

- Aimed at your damn house?
- Would you relax, okay? It'll be fine.

Yeah, fine for you, you'll be.
I made sure there were no cameras.

Hell, I even got you the gun.

Which is where?
Your house? Your car?

- Dumbass.
- In the ocean.

Oh. What about you, huh?
Did you tell your girlfriend

you weren't just taking
her dog for a walk, huh?

You think Leslie maybe ought to know
that you had her brother killed

- so that she could save her job.
- Don't you dare.

Looks like Jenny married
the wrong sibling.

Wonder if Mark knows his wife was
having an affair with his sister.

- Let's go.
- All right.

Unless, of course, you want me sending
an anonymous letter to your dean.

At least, I didn't have my wife
killed so I could take her job.

- I hated my wife.
- Yeah, well, I hated my husb...

Funnily enough, that remains
the number-one motive for murder.

We have some good
news and some bad news.

The good news is ...

we don't have you on security
cameras, Jenny. The bad news ...

you see that dog over
there with her collar?

That's a parabolic mike,

so we do have you both
admitting to murder.

Oh, my god.

You said you wanted to live in Southie.
It's a good facility.

Just ... just leave me.
I'm fine. Leave me.

- We'll visit you.
- Why?

Because it's the right thing to do.

Because you're a lonely,
angry, old gangster.

But you're also my grandfather,
and you don't have anybody else,

so take it before I change my mind.

You ... you look just
like Paddy right now.

Maybe there is something
to this biology thing.

So, blood is thicker than water.

The density of blood plasma
in circulating blood cells

is roughly twice the density of water.

Oh, my goodness! Patrick!

There, see? He's gonna be fine.

- Bunny?
- Yes!

Patrick Doyle.

- Look at you, James Dean.
- Well, we grew up on the same block.

Casey's going back to Afghanistan.

- For how long?
- I don't know.

He said he hadn't decided
whether to re-enlist.

- He will, unless...
- Unless, what?

Unless I marry him.

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