All language subtitles for Rizzoli & Isles - 04x15 - Food for Thought

Okay, so we got two
with the quinoa base,

basil, cheddar, topped
with a poached egg

and slathered with secret sauce, right?

- Yes.
- Okay. Coming right up.

People love your food, Holden.

Can't keep your secret
sauce in stock, man.

It's your secret sauce. I'm happy
to put your photo on the label.

Ah, it wouldn't sell without
your pretty face, dude.

Hey, one thing you should think
about, though, is another truck.

I'd rather stay small.
Keep it 100% clean, organic food.

You know my motto ...
"hell no to GMO."

We should head back to
the restaurant, chef.

Can you swing by later so we
can balance the truck's account?

Yeah, you got it.

You okay?

Yeah, um, I don't feel
that well this morning.

Oh, your stomach still jumping?

- Uh, it's feeling worse, actually.
- Oh, well, let me take you home.

Chef, are you all right?

Holden, what is it?

- Reed, call 911!
- Stay back! Holden?

- Starting the day off tired?
- No.

You're yawning 'cause
you skipped breakfast.

You didn't eat breakfast?

No, I'm yawning because you're boring.

You know, studies show that
yawning actually increases boredom.

Hey! I got the best news!
I passed!

You passed the plumbers'
apprenticeship exam.

I didn't know you're studying to
be a plumber. Tommy, that's great.

Well, I only passed by one point.

Yeah, but Massachusetts
has very rigorous standards.

That's a difficult exam.

- I'm so proud of you.
- Yeah, good job, bro.

All I got to do now is 550
hours of plumbing theory,

1,700 hours of work credits,

take the exam to be
a journeyman plumber.

52 weeks after that,
I'll be a master plumber.

You can't legally fix my
toilet for three years?

- Yeah, technically.
- Hey, Frankie, you want to bring back

Rizzoli and sons plumbing with me?

Uh... thanks, bro, but
I like the detective work.

All right, go ahead.
Tell them your other good news.

And, you, I'm gonna fix some eggs.

I'm gonna ask Lydia to marry me.

Oh, Tommy! That's great!

Oh, that's gonna be so nice for T.J.

- Yeah.
- Right, Frankie?

Uh-huh.
Ow!

- So nice for T.J.
- Yeah. Who's that?

Excuse me.

So tell us how you're gonna propose.

Excuse me.

- Hey, Charlie.
- Hey, Frankie.

- Gosh, I haven't seen you in forever.
- Yeah.

Uh, this is my brother, Tommy.

Tommy, officer Charlie Hanson.

- Hi. Charlie. Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

I think Tommy has inherited
my father's wandering eye.

That doesn't bode well for marriage.

It'd be nice if Frankie found someone.

Although doesn't she
seem a little young?

Maybe the Rizzolis aren't
cut out for marriage.

I mean, my engagement ring is still
sitting in a safety-deposit box.

Well, you shouldn't wait too long
to make a decision about Casey.

it's not healthy, Jane.

I would love to sit here and process,
but duty calls.

I remember when Copley Square
was just a couple of hotels.

Now it's food truck central.

Oh, my goodness!
Is that Chef Holden?!

Who's Chef Holden?

He's last season's
"America's Best Chef" winner.

- The reality show?
- He made the most inventive

deconstructed pheasant Normandy
from hearts of palm.

- What happened to him?
- It's not clear.

Those two were with him
when he suddenly collapsed.

Is that Reed Bennet and Dalia Reilly?

Yeah. How'd you know that?

- Well, I saw every episode.
- Me, too.

What did you think of Chef Holden's
sous-vide duck?

Oh, that technique was controversial.

You know, I-I've made
the grilled watermelon

with the charred beef and fennel.

You're making me hungry.

Can you two foodies
stop salivating, please?

What did the paramedics say?

He was in full cardiac
arrest when they got here.

Couldn't resuscitate him.

What a shame.

You know, his name, Holden,
actually means "kind."

He donated to every food-activist group.

He put his money where his palate was.
He only served organic food.

He was perspiring heavily.

Posterior nose bleed.

Maura, are you smelling him?

Get everyone back!

- Maura, your nose is bleeding.
- No, Jane, get back!

Call the hazmat team now!

Folks, move back!

I need hazmat and
critical-incident-response team

at Copley plaza now.

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4x15 - "Food for Thought"

My EKG is normal.
I'm fine. Thank you.

Maura, I really think you
should go to the hospital.

It's not necessary.

Really, everybody that ate in
the food truck didn't get sick.

Even the paramedics that
were treating him are fine.

You touched him with gloves.
Why did your nose bleed?

You know, I likely became symptomatic

because I inhaled the
toxin that was on his skin.

- Do you know what it is?
- No.

No. Mnh-mnh.
I am not stripping down

and getting sprayed with the fire hose.

We brought a shower.

Oh, so we can strip and shower there?

We'll put up a screen.

Take off your clothes and shoes now.

Put them in these biohazard bags.

- Oh, man. This is a new suit.
- These are my favorite shoes.

Do you know what killed him?

No, we haven't identified the toxin yet.

- I'll do the autopsy.
- No, Maura, you can't.

I'll wear a full hazmat suit.

As soon as the body is sealed and
safe to be moved, we'll transport it.

Please transport the food and
the equipment from the truck, too.

I'll let my staff know to
prepare for a biohazard.

Are Jane and Maura okay?

- Yeah, they're fine.
- Whew!

- Do you want some coffee?
- Please.

The girls are changing in the car.

They didn't want to get caught
dead in a paper jumpsuit.

- I kind of like it. It's comfortable.
- Oh, no, no.

We're gonna drink this coffee
and then go change in the gym.

Maybe botulism killed Chef Holden.

I don't think so. Dr. Isles said
it had a distinct chemical smell,

like maybe a cleaning product.

So maybe it wasn't a murder.

We have to investigate
all suspicious deaths,

and I'm betting dollars to doughnuts
it'll turn out to be a homicide.

I watched all his episodes.

Why would anybody want to
murder that really cute TV chef?

Wow. Congrats.

Third kid. I can't even imagine.

You ought to try it, detective.
Babies are the best.

- Mm. Hey, Maura.
- Hey, Frankie.

Dr. Isles, these were
just delivered for you.

For me? Oh.
I wonder what it is.

The return address is
a P.O. Box in Cyprus.

Did you order something
from Cyprus?

No. Well, the customs
tag says "collectibles."

I'm not a collector, unless shoes count.

That didn't sound good.

Uh, Frankie, does a suspicious
mail alert say anything about

excessive postage or having a
return address as a P.O. Box?

Yeah, it says don't handle
and activate your emergency plan.

It doesn't say anything about a
clicking noise if you pick it up.

I think it's a pressure switch.

- Oh, god.
- Okay, you should get out of the building.

You, too, officer Jenkins.
Send the bomb squad in.

- No.
- Initiate the evacuation procedure.

- I'm gonna put my hands over yours, okay?
- Notify the bomb squad.

- I'm gonna help you maintain pressure.
- There's suspicious packages at the front desk.

Thank you, Frankie.

- What's going on?
- You need to clear the building.

It's possible the package we're
holding is an explosive device.

Go outside and block
the entrance, Frost.

Wait, if there was a bomb,
wouldn't it have gone off

- when it was handled by the post office?
- No, not necessarily.

If the sender knows that
it's reached its destination,

it could be remotely activated.

Did anyone call about these packages?

Yeah, a few minutes ago to check
to make sure they made it here.

I think I might have
engaged the pressure switch.

So, what happens if you let go?

It's like a land mine.
You step on it ...

when you lift your foot, it goes off.

- Will you go, Frost?!
- You should go too, sergeant.

I'm waiting for the bomb squad.
Jenkins, you have a new baby. Get.

- Korsak ...
- Would you get out?!

- That's an order! Go!
- Frost, get my Mom out, too, will you?

It's gonna be okay.

Bomb tech is in position.
All entrances are sealed off.

I can't believe there's
only one bomb tech in there.

- I just can't stand here.
- Come on, Jane.

I-I will tackle you to the
ground if you take another step.

It's not a simple disposal, Jane.
They can't use a robot, either.

I know, but it's Frankie
and Maura in there.

That's a reassuring sound.

- It means no radiation so far.
- Okay. I like that.

My arms are sore!

Distract me.

Uh... tell me about your case.

That reality-chef-show
guy really got poisoned?

We don't yet have a cause of death.

Wh-what happens if you guess?

Well, I guess it's a little
like if you were to wear a dress.

Okay, I get it.

But there is something
that's bothering me.

- You mean other than this?
- Why didn't the chef,

who has a refined palate
and superior olfactory skills,

smell the toxin that
was covering his skin?

- Maybe he had a cold.
- I don't think so.

What's wrong?

Come on, Jane.
Stop watching that.

- I-I-I can't.
- Jane, give it to me.

What the hell?
What are they doing?

Are they saying goodbye?

So itchy.

- Yeah? You got it?
- Mm-hmm.

So if I go like this, you got it?
That's good?

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

Finally. Thank you, Frankie.

It's a good thing my
beard grows in fast.

Mm-hmm.

- I didn't... scratch your skin, did I?
- No. I'm fine.

The level of radiation we're being
exposed to isn't a health risk.

The level of radiation from an X-ray is
the last thing I'm worried about right now.

I really loved working on
the caf� racer with you.

Me, too.
Me, too. I really ...

I really enjoyed repairing
the throttle valve.

Okay.

- I'm gonna look, okay?
- Yeah.

What is it?

Cylinders,
stacks of metal containers,

a circuit board. What ...
there's some wiring.

"Kappa Alpha."

- Oh, no.
- What? What is it?

If the Greek letters under these
stamps say "Phi Iota Sigma,"

- I think I know what's in the package.
- You do?

Kaphis.

Coffee. I ordered it.

- You ordered it from Cyprus?
- No. Amazon.

They sent me an e-mail
months ago from Missouri.

They said they were on back order
looking for a new supplier. I forgot.

Maybe ... maybe they fulfilled my order
with a ... company in Cyprus.

But that looks like a circuit
board, and that's a wire.

I ordered a coffee maker, too.
It's probably the click that we heard.

The on-off switch.

This is not an explosive device.

- How much coffee did you buy?
- Oh, my god.

A lot.

You guys can let go now.

- Oh.
- Okay.

Oh, my gosh, I can't move my hands.

- Okay.
- Ohh.

Okay. There. Okay.

- I'm so sorry for the trouble.
- Hey. It's okay.

This is gonna be
something I never forget.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Okay.

- Oh, my god.
- Ohh.

Come here.
Come here. All right.

Holden Hathaway is a
well-nourished 32-year-old male.

His blood work showed he was suffering

from hypoxemia with hypercapnia.

And that confirms what I'm seeing
in his otherwise healthy heart.

Yes, I noticed something strange
about his otherwise healthy heart, too.

Cause of death ... cardiac arrest
brought on by respiratory failure.

Did he know he was nose-to-nose
with such a dangerous toxin,

and it might have a disastrous
outcome to all who knew him?

He was helping me with an
uncomfortable sensation.

- We're on speaker, Maura.
- It's all right.

If you're talking about coffee-pot gate
and your brother playing twister

with the medical examiner,
everybody knows.

I had pruritus.

Yes, that's ... that's Dr. Isles' way

- of saying she had an itch.
- Mm.

Yes, pruritus, given the
situation that I was in,

could only be relieved with scratching.

Toxins, Dr. Isles.
Let's ... let's talk toxins.

Well, based on the
patterning of acute urticaria,

cyanosis, cardiac arrest,
and the odor that I detected,

I had Susie run tests for
organophosphates on his skin.

I think I have it.
It's dichlorovos.

- What's dichlorovos?
- Uh, it's a common organophosphate.

It's used in insecticides.
It's a neurotoxin.

- Like bug spray?
- Well, I can't confirm it was a spray.

But I can confirm that
that's what killed him.

Uh, do you have the results
from the GSMs on his clothing?

Uh, yes, he's got traces on
his pants and his shoes.

But the chef's coat he had
on was just saturated with it.

The hazmat team is still
processing the truck.

- I'll have everything field-tested.
- Okay, and I'll have CSRU check for it

in Chef Holden's
restaurant, car, and home.

What are you doing down here?

I didn't realize you'd been
promoted... to my lieutenant.

You can't go in there.

What? It's hazmat protocol.

I, uh... need you to track down
Chef Holden's chef coats.

- Sure.
- It was really brave of you

to stay with Maura
and hold that package.

- It was coffee pods.
- Yeah, but you didn't know that.

Frankie, is it possible that
a high-stress situation has...

- intensified a... crush?
- No.

You might as well know.
I've liked her for a long time.

You know she's practically family.

- And you work together.
- So?

So you shouldn't mess around
with people you work with.

It's pretty ironic that somebody
dosed Chef Holden with insecticide.

How ironic?

Well, he was all about
organic foods, you know?

No insecticides, no GMOs
in anything he served.

What's a GMO?

Wh-what you're about
to put in your mouth ...

genetically modified organisms.

Hey, do you think a cookie made
with this GMO stuff is safe to eat?

Mm, it's unclear.
The European union banned GMOs,

and there haven't been any
long-term safety studies.

Maura, can you trace the insecticide
on his chef's coat by brand?

No, dichlorovos has the same chemical
structure in every insecticide.

I've been digging into
Chef Holden's life.

Did you locate any family members?

Yeah, his parents live in Hong Kong.
No girlfriend or wife.

What about these two chefs
that were with him when he died?

They met on "America's Best Chef."
I've been watching clips.

Yeah, it was an extraordinary season,
particularly the finale.

Dalia, tell us about your finale dish.

I made a seared sweet bay scallop
with a horseradish beurre blanc.

- Way to ruin perfectly good seafood.
- Grilled kale and fig...

Reed, what about your dish?

Well, I love comfort
food, so here's my twist.

Fricassee of sweetbreads
and oyster mushrooms

with mashed sunchokes.

Nothing comforting about
fricasseed sweetbreads

- and sunchokes, if you ask me.
- Mh-hm.

I've made a deconstructed
pheasant normandy

with onions, apples,
peppercorn, apple brandy...

What an astounding imagination.

This was a tough one for us.

Not for me. I'd send them all home
and order a pizza.

Dalia, you are
America's third-best chef.

We all love your witty saporific take
on French nouvelle cuisine.

- No wonder you like this show.
- Congratulations.

- No one says "awesome."
- Reed, you are America's second-best chef.

That means that you, Chef Holden,
are America's Best Chef.

So, they lose to Holden, but
they end up working for him?

Uh, Chef Holden won $150,000
to start his restaurant.

- He brought Dalia to help.
- Chef Holden's farm to table.

It's impossible to
even get a reservation.

"The organic french farm-style
menu is rife with amusing,

inventive dishes like a playful
take on a mint and coconut soup."

- Maura.
- Oh, I would love to eat there.

All right, what about reed?
What's his story?

The runner-up, Reed, didn't get famous.

He went back to his old job at a hotel.
Holden hired him to run a food truck.

Any indication Dalia or Reed
weren't getting along with Holden?

Oh, yeah.
Dalia and Holden were a couple.

Chefs are the new renaissance men.

They broke up when he got famous.
Dalia posted this.

"End-of-romance rage makes me want
to put a cockroach in his food."

Maybe she decided
Holden was the cockroach.

And it was time to exterminate him.

Yeah, we broke up,
but we stayed friends.

We had a business to run.

We're gonna need to take his computer.

It's got all the records for
the restaurant and the truck.

We'll get it back to you.
Did you have any employees

who might have had an
issue with their boss?

No way.
You couldn't not like the guy.

I lost to him, but he
still became my best friend.

He was super-cool
and super-generous.

He had a moral compass
like I've never seen.

We all wanted to be like him.

Even when he was offered
millions for his company,

he wouldn't sell out ...
I mean, who does that?

Were there any companies
that didn't like

hearing the word "no" for an answer?

Only one I can think of
is Copley Square Foods.

They kept trying to
schedule a meeting with him.

Copley Square Foods. They're ...

they're the biggest contributor
to the anti-GMO labeling lobby.

Chef Holden was an anti-GMO activist.

He got us all on board
with environmental issues.

He even spent his own money
to lease us all green cars.

Even got me to use environmentally
friendly wax on my car.

- Where did he keep his chef's coat?
- Which one?

- How many does he have?
- Dozens.

Changed three or four times a night.

Couldn't cook unless he had on a
clean coat. It was his lucky charm.

He had them everywhere...
home, car, truck, here.

Okay, could you show us
the ones you have here?

Excuse me.

Hey, Maura.

Jane, I found something odd.

I couldn't understand why Chef Holden

couldn't detect the
odor of the dichlorovos,

but I'm looking at medical records
from an E.R. visit six months ago.

His olfactory nerve was
severed in a car accident.

Isn't that connected to
his ability to taste?

Yes. So how could he
get a five-star review

after he lost his ability to taste?

I don't think he did.
I think someone tasted for him.

Detective Rizzoli,
can I talk to you for a minute?

- Hey, Hope, what are you doing here?
- It's about Maura.

What, do you need another body part?

She returned a gift.

It's... my necklace, and
it was meant for her.

You didn't give that to her.
Your real daughter, Cailin, did.

That's not fair.

You're the last person
to talk to me about fair.

Hope, you only show up when you
want something, so spit it out.

- What do you want this time?
- Her forgiveness.

You just don't get it, do you?

You made it very clear that
it was pretty inconvenient

for you to find out that
Maura was still alive.

- That's not true.
- It's not?

You told her she wasn't yours
and then accused her of scamming you.

Well, I was ...
It was shocking.

So was showing up again
and asking her for a kidney.

Be happy she has the decency
to talk to you at all.

So many things I know I've done wrong.

Yes. Like standing by your
man and treating his wounds

after he murdered Lieutenant
Cavanaugh's wife and baby.

I told the grand jury everything.

I will be a key witness in
the trial, and I will be the

reason that Paddy is put to
death if he's found guilty.

Hope, for all we know, you made a deal.

I did not make a deal.

Then why hasn't the I.R.S.
closed down your M.E.N.D.

clinics and frozen all your assets?

I turned over all the books.
The I.R.S. knows where to find me.

Yeah, well, so does Maura.

- I need her forgiveness.
- Here's the pain you can't undo.

Paddy is a gangster, and you're a liar.

It's not really the happy
ending she was hoping for.

Excuse me. I have a
suspect to interview.

No one could know
that he wasn't the chef

behind the restaurant,
behind Chef Holden foods.

He was the name.
Holden was the brand.

And you, a classically trained chef,
had to become his tasting beard.

I guess, if you want to put it that way.

- Well, it had to have been tough.
- It wasn't ideal.

You were driving the car

that injured his olfactory
nerve, weren't you?

And you stayed and you cooked and
you helped build his restaurant

because you felt
responsible for his injury.

I was responsible.

Was the crash deliberate?

You called it an
"end-of-romance rage."

You sent that out right
before the crash, didn't you?

Look, I was angry.

He broke up with me and then
asked me for a ride home.

He said it wasn't
working out as a couple

because of the restaurant.

When he didn't die in the car
crash, did you try to poison him?

No.

That's not what happened.
Poison?

I loved him.

I chose to stay behind
and help him with the restaurant.

After he dumped you.

I had to make peace just being near him.

It had to be enough.

We got to let Dalia go.

We don't have anything to tie her
to the poison that killed Holden.

I got 10 coats from the dry cleaners.

"Naturally Clean & Bright."

Just because they say they're
eco-friendly doesn't mean they are.

- Any trace of insecticides?
- No.

Did you check the cleaners?

CSRU went through the whole place.

They use natural insecticides ...
onions, garlic, and cloves.

How many other chef's
coats did you recover?

10 clean, 7 dirty ones in his house,

3 clean in his car, 4 in the truck.

And 5 from the restaurant. The crime
lab's still processing them all.

So far, nothing in his
restaurant, home, or car

showed any trace of dichlorovos.

Hazmat incident commander
didn't find any sign of

insecticides in the food truck,
so they released that, too.

So the only thing
contaminated was a chef's coat

that only Holden would wear.

What are you doing?

I was thinking about
Chef Holden's inability

to smell the organophosphate
on his chef coat.

It's a subtle smell, but I can smell it.

You could smell a fart
in New Hampshire, Maura.

Look at these two bottles
of his secret sauce.

- That one's darker.
- Yes.

- Now... taste them.
- Taste them?

No, we're in the crime lab.
It's not very appetizing.

- Maur...
- Just just taste it.

- It's good.
- Mm-hmm.

Now try this one.

- Tastes the same.
- If you're not a super-taster, it does.

I think I've just been insulted.

Well, I did some DNA sequencing.

And do you know what
the secret ingredient is

- in Chef Holden's secret sauce?
- Ketchup.

Saffron.
This sauce is $49 a bottle.

- Wh... for hot sauce?!
- Well, it's $5,000 a pound for saffron.

Come ... that's not possible.

It takes up to 500 flowers
to make one gram of saffron,

which could explain ...

which could explain
why he started to use

genetically modified saffron,
which is only $10 a pound.

But he was against using GMOs.

Okay. Let's get something
to eat. I'm starving.

- What are you...?
- What? You're always telling me to eat

more greens. This will disguise the
taste of brussels sprouts. Come on.

I liked this place better
when they covered everything

- in salt and grease.
- I think I like Maura.

- You can't like Maura.
- Why not?

Because it's Maura, that's why.

- You did.
- Yeah, I mean...

she's hot and smart
and has got a great ass,

but, Frankie, she's like our sister.

She didn't feel like my sister
when I had my hands on her.

- Dude, just stop. You can't.
- Why not?

- Promise you won't hit me?
- Depends on what you say next.

You and Maura ... you don't match.

Hey, guys.

- Hey.
- Hey. I was just headed out.

- Hi.
- Hi.

What is the update
on the rest of Holden's chef coats?

Uh, the crime lab said they had no
trace of insecticides on any of them.

- Hey, Frankie.
- Hey, Charlie!

- I owe you a beer.
- You do? Okay.

- Cool. Come on.
- All right.

Good night.

- Frankie.
- Yeah?

- Thanks for holding my hands today.
- Anytime.

Two? Okay.

I'm sure glad I checked
out that cop's ass.

Excuse me?

It made me realize I want
to get married... to Lydia.

Oh, well, that's very sweet, Tommy.

You know what? Check it out.
I got her a ring!

Ooh! It's an amethyst!
That's a lovely color.

That's really pretty, Tommy.

Lydia likes purple.
I'm gonna go show Ma.

She'll be thrilled.

- See you.
- Bye.

What's wrong?

I don't like how I'm feeling.
It lacks integrity.

Okay, I'm lost.

Tommy's just so excited to go
share his news with your mom.

I just ... I feel a little jealous.

I always wanted that kind of
a relationship with my Mother.

Oh. I mean, Constance
isn't warm and fuzzy,

but she loves you, Maura.

I always knew I was adopted.
When I was young and I felt lonely,

I would tell myself, "someday
my real Mother will appear."

- Hope came to see me today.
- What?! Why didn't you tell me?

Okay. All right, why?
Why did she come and see you?

I think she wants to make amends.

Well, she doesn't need to.
I'm over it.

You're not over it,
and you shouldn't be.

Yes, I should.
And so should she.

Maura, Hope knows how I feel about her,

and she swallowed her pride
and she came to see me anyway.

So what more does she want?
I talk to her when she calls.

Yeah, you talk to her
the same way that you talk

to that neighbor that
over-waters your roses.

Which are on my property ...
and I was very polite to him

when I told him to fix his sprinklers.

All right, so, you know, why ...

why would you be Hope's advocate?

- I'm your advocate.
- Now I'm lost.

Well, admit it.
It bums you out, doesn't it?

Maura, nobody's gonna judge you
if you change your mind about her.

- Hey.
- Frankie.

Um, would you like to try the coffee?

Sure.

- I feel a little ridiculous.
- Why? You shouldn't.

Everything about that
box was suspicious.

- It could easily have been a bomb.
- Yeah. But it wasn't.

You know, sometimes we think
that something is more than it is.

Yeah.

I-I don't really have time for coffee.
Thanks, though.

Just wanted to make sure you're okay.

I'll see you around.

Oh. Why would Holden
pay off a gang banger?

What do you mean?

Um, Shabazz Jones ...
I recognize his name.

He's with the Huntington Avenue raiders.

Look, you see that,
under "truck security"?

600 bucks a week's going to Shabazz.

He's on parole for assault and battery.

- Who'd he go after?
- A food-truck owner.

Shabazz was shaking
down Holden's food truck.

Maybe Holden got tired of paying.

How many times I got to tell
you this ain't your spot!

You can't park here!
Get the hell out of here.

Hey, Shabazz?
You can't touch people, man.

Hey, be cool, little mama.
I know every food truck around here.

I can get you free food for a lifetime.

That's all right.
I brought my money. Thank you.

That should cover for the food he stole.

- Give me that.
- That's my order.

No, you just ordered one assault

and battery and two robberies.
Let's go.

You were threatening
the owner of that truck.

You told him he couldn't park there

because he wouldn't
pay you ... that right?

- I don't like his pulled pork.
- I do. What about you, Frost?

- Delicious.
- Mmm.

Now, I see here...
you like to beat up food-truck owners.

Says you were arrested
for hitting the owner

of Chubby Chocolate Treats
with a tire iron.

Yeah, we got in a scuffle.
So what?

So you trade in your tire
iron for some bug spray?

Some what? What the hell
is she talking about, man?

Chef Holden. He got
tired of paying your rent?

- That was my only steady gig.
- Pretty dumb to kill him, then.

Why would I kill him?
I was on his payroll.

Yeah, we know that. What do
you think you're doing here?

Look, I wasn't shaking him down,
if that's what you're thinking.

I provided a service on the payroll.
You can talk to my man Reed.

Reed Bennet? The guy who
ran Chef Holden's truck?

That's the one.

- Now, why would he pay you?
- 'Cause they needed me.

I held that space for
that truck every day.

600 bucks to do that.

Yeah, that... and keep my homies

away from that truck
during prime business hours.

Suits don't like gangsters.

Wait, wait, wait, what ...
what prime business hours?

When the suits got hungry.

Reed said they was trying
to hook a whale or something.

- What does that mean?
- The hell if I know.

Book him for assault and battery.

Come on.
You don't want to do that.

- Yeah, I do.
- Wow. This is crazy.

Shabazz said that Reed paid him

to make sure the suits had
access to the food truck.

The ... the food suits, maybe?

Well, Reed parked it right in
front of Copley Square foods.

- That place is full of food suits.
- And Dalia said that they kept trying

to schedule a meeting with Holden.
Hey, what's up?

Oh, it can wait. I just ... I
just found this sauce in my bag.

Hey, research on olympic
medalists is curious.

Who would you guess is the least
happy ... gold, silver, or bronze?

Bronze. You finish third.

No, they're actually the
happiest because they medaled.

The least-satisfied are
those who finish second.

Korsak, can you play back the finale

- of "America's Best Chef"?
- Yeah.

Reed, you are
America's second-best chef.

But we all love your secret
sauce. Congratulations.

It's the secret sauce.
Chef Holden was opposed to GMOs.

There's no way that
he would have allowed

genetically modified saffron in it.

But his olfactory nerve was severed,

- so he couldn't taste the difference.
- Yeah.

Is Reed Bennet's employment
contract on Holden's computer?

I think Reed wanted to sell his
secret-sauce recipe to Copley foods,

but there's no way that
Holden would've agreed to that.

Because a mass manufacturer

would most certainly
use a cheap GMO saffron.

The only way Reed was gonna get rich
was to get rid of Chef Holden.

And Chef Holden inadvertently
gave him the keys. Listen to this.

"In the event of my death,
I leave the food truck and secret sauce

to Reed Bennet to
manage as he sees fit."

I'm not sure if this helps,

but Susie just found something
else on the chef's coat ...

- environmentally friendly car wax.
- Yeah, that helps.

- Hey, chef.
- Hello.

Do you have something
on Chef Holden's death?

Yeah!

We'll have a lot more once
we've looked at your car.

Why would you look at my car? I ...

Chef Holden's face was everywhere,

and you were stuck slinging
quinoa on a food truck.

It was smart of you to
turn the suits at Copley

on to your secret sauce.
Were you going in to sign a contract?

What contract?
I'm here out of courtesy.

You heard Dalia say they
wanted to meet Chef Holden.

Yeah, you made a lot of courtesy visits.

Visitors parking log recorded you
six times this last six months.

- Is this the sauce with the GMO saffron?
- There's no GMO in our stuff.

That's not what Dr. Isles found.

The DNA profile was conclusive
with the bottle I tested.

It contained genetically
modified saffron.

You saved a pile of money, Reed,
paying $10 an ounce instead of $5,000.

You almost had a deal,
if you could just deliver Chef Holden.

That wasn't gonna happen.
He wouldn't sell out.

"Hell no to GMO."

- Ah.
- Oh, stand back.

I wouldn't want you to inhale bug spray.

It's positive for dichlorovos.
And it's quite a dark red,

which means it still has a
heavy presence of insecticides.

Did you lay it over the hood
and spray it right here, Reed?

He couldn't even taste anymore.

I let him sample the stuff
with the GMO saffron in it.

- He said it was great.
- Is that when you decided to kill him?

Hell of an opportunity.

Test your product,
get the suits on board,

then kill the man, keep the brand.

Dalia and I were the real chefs.
And he got all the credit.

He was the celebrity chef,
pretty face, and his noble cause.

I was the runner-up!
I should have won!

If I had, none of this
would have happened!

You think about that when you're
working at a prison kitchen.

What's remarkable about saffron

is everyone's palate
experiences it differently.

I wonder what's gonna happen
to Chef Holden's foods now.

- Dalia's just gonna keep it going, yeah?
- Well, that makes me feel better.

Mmm! Hi, girls!

- Hey, Ma.
- Try these cakes.

Wedding cakes?
Did Lydia say yes?

No, he didn't ask her yet.
I'm just getting a head start.

Mmm.
Tart with a crisp, acidic, adult finish.

Maura.

- Can you get that?
- Yeah. Sure.

- Oh, is that strawberry?
- Bubble gum. Tommy's favorite.

Oh.

May I come in?

Of course you can.

- Is everything all right?
- No, it isn't.

Hey, Ma, why don't we go pick out
the font for the invitations?

Well, I haven't picked
out the card stock yet.

Okay, we'll fluff pillows.
Come on.

Please don't go.

I made a decision today.

- I am closing my clinics.
- Why would you close M.E.N.D.?

Because I want you to
know how sorry I am.

- And I want to make restitution somehow.
- Wait, wait, closing clinics

that are saving desperate
mothers and ... and children?

I-I don't ... I don't want that.

That's not gonna make up for anything.

I need your forgiveness and for
you to accept me, flaws and all.

I can't.

Please.
You are my daughter.

- I'm not your daughter.
- Maura.

Whether you like it or not,
you're both related.

I've changed.

I wouldn't make the
same decisions today.

So please give me... a chance.

You know, you never
answered my question.

Does this bum you out?

- Yes.
- Okay.

I mean it, Maura.
No judgment.

Please, can we just start over?

People change.
Life changes us.

There is... research proving
the elasticity of the brain.

You want to start over?

Very much.

- Go outside.
- Outside your house?

Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, I like this plan.

- Okay, what's going on?
- Would you...

You can knock now.

Hello.
I'm Maura Isles.

I'm your... biological daughter.

Hello. I'm Hope Martin.

I'm your mother.

And I have always wanted to know you.

- Oh, this is so touching.
- Ma...

- Would you like some tea?
- Yes.

From the Ya'an, Sichuan province?

Yes!
No one I know likes that tea!

- 'Cause it's panda-poop tea.
- Yes. It is.

Okay, um, I'm gonna go
get some frozen yogurt.

What do you want?

Chocolate with a vanilla swirl.

Oh, uh, I'll have what Angela's having.

And I'll have the same.
But can they not swirl?

Mm-hmm.
Can they at least touch?

I guess.

That's real progress, Maura.

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