All language subtitles for Rizzoli & Isles - 04x07 - All For One

Hey.
Where'd you go?

That did not come out the way I
intended it to.

All right,
please just come talk to me.

We... we can work this out.

Um, I've got a proposal

that's gonna work
for both of us.

Hey. Wait. What are you doing?

Ow, ow.
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

Okay, why won't you
just let me call for help?

Because
you will call 911,

and they will send a fire engine
and a surgical team

for a sprained ankle.

- Just... just help me up.
- Okay. Come on.

Okay. Okay.

Thank you.

Okay, that's better.

Give me your keys

and let me drive you
to the hospital.

No. Maura, I'm fine.

"Fine" is an adverb. It means
"pleasing or very well."

So, you're very well?

Yes. Ow!

Stop it.

I just
want to examine it.

Do not touch my ankle.

You let me look at it
or I speed-dial 911.

I hate you.

No, you don't hate me. You just
hate feeling vulnerable.

- Okay. Does this hurt?
- Yes! Ow.

Okay. What about this?

Please stop touching it!

I suspect
you have a partial tear

in your anterior
talofibular ligament.

Otherwise known
as a sprained ankle.

You have to go see
a doctor.

I just did.
Bill my insurance.

Okay.

Get up, get up, get up,
get up, get up, get up, get up.

Don't say anything.

Rafael's even sexier
half-naked.

Morning.

Hey.

Hey, detective.
Doctor.

Morning.

- You just do the loop?
- Yeah.

You tired or something?

No,
just a little dehydrated.

Nice car.

It's a standard-issue
BPD sedan.

How many miles on it?

I don't know.
Like, 60,000. Why?

Just curious.
Okay, see you.

Meet you inside.

See you.

- Oh, what did you do?
- I sprained my ankle.

You know the only way
to get her to a hospital

- is to knock her out, right?
- Yeah, don't tempt me.

Just... can you please
just help me inside?

- All right.
- No, don't you dare.

Until you agree
to let me X-ray it.

It's not broken.

Knock her out.

- Hey!
- Wait! No! Okay, okay.

Okay.

- Come on. Let's go, okay?
- Got it?

- I don't got it.
- Hopping, hopping.

- Hopping! Hopping! Hopping!
- There it is.

Rizzoli & Isles 04x07
All For One

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No break
in the fibula or tibia.

So, I'm fine.

Oh, look!

Senior Criminalist Chang

went to the store
and bought you a new shoe.

Size 9, right?

No. No way.

Yes. Yes way.

Susie, can you please
hold down Detective Rizzoli

so we can put
the protective boot on her?

O-okay.

Give me that.
I'll do it myself.

No, it hurts. It hurts.
It hurts.

All right.
Distract yourself.

Okay. Um...

Do you think
that the army reads

all the e-mails
that I send Casey?

Well, of course.

The defense advanced research
projects agency

has algorithms
that analyze everything.

Well,
that's just wrong.

Why? What kind of e-mails
are you writing?

Mushy stuff.

Well,
I think the government

is looking for traitors
and terrorists,

not to make fun of you

and your mushy e-mails
to your boyfriend.

He's not my boyfriend.

He's my...

Long-distance lover.

Oh. 6,500 miles.

That's...
That's a lot of distance.

Yes, Maura, and?

Well,
I just find it interesting

that your relationship
with Casey

heated up the second he got
on a plane to Afghanistan.

W-well?

Okay.

Yes. Fine.
I mean, I-I miss him.

Now.

Well, he just...
he got all domestic,

and... and it just
made me claustrophobic.

Don't you wish
you could press a button

and have men appear
when you wanted them?

Yes.

Well, maybe you can
amuse yourself with Rafael.

If you don't,
maybe I will.

- Martinez?
- No.

And he wasn't looking
at either one of us.

He was...
looking at my car.

Do you think he's gonna take
my car for the drug unit?

Well, he can't
just take your car, Jane.

He can.
He's a lieutenant.

And I heard the drug unit
was short on cars.

Well, hold on.

Don't react to something
that hasn't happened.

You're right. Okay.
All right.

Ohh-ohh, ow!

Okay, how are
you gonna get upstairs?

Well, does Senior Criminalist
Chang have crutches?

I'm telling you,
it's probably torn.

Can you please
just give me some crutches?!

Oh, ohh, God.

No, I'm gonna wait here.
I was...

Ohh! Mommy, mommy,
mommy, mommy, mommy!

You broke more bones
than your brothers combined.

How do you do this
to yourself?

It's not broken.

Bunny pancakes? Thanks, Angela.

Uh-oh.
What did you do?

What?
I thought it looked cool.

Maura said
a big boot is the new black.

- Well, I think she tore a ligament.
- Stop saying that.

How did you do it?

Wrestling bulls.

No, I was chasing
a bad guy.

I tripped while jogging.

I'll tell anybody who asks
you were sword fighting.

Hey, Vinnie.

Hola, Guapo.
Buenos días, Preciosa.

Buenos días, lieutenant.

I'll have my usual.

Why is he so nice
to my mother?

Because he's not interested
in sleeping with her.

What? Maura.

No, that's it.

That is why he ignores you...

Because he's attracted to you.

What? No.

Mm. Yes.

- No, no, no, no.
- Mm-hmm.

No. Shh, shh, shh.

What did you do?
Kick somebody.

Yeah.

Is it serious?

- No.
- Yes.

Yes, it could be
a torn ligament,

which is more serious
than a broken bone.

Oh, then I hate
to do this to you today,

but I need your keys.

My keys?
Because you're taking my car?

Why would you take
her car?

Look at her.
She needs it.

Come on, Rafe.

You got to share, Vinnie.

Chief of Detectives assigned
some of your cars to me.

I'm sorry.

Hey, honey. Here.
Take mine.

Thanks, ma,
but detectives aren't allowed

to use personal cars
for work.

We
have a fatal hit-and-run.

My least favorite call.

It's usually some jackass
running a light.

Come on, Jane. Me and Dr. Isles
can do a fireman's carry.

We can even stop
by Boston Joe's.

- Will that make you feel better?
- Yes.

I'll need a quadruple latte
with an ibuprofen foam

to make this day
go better.

Oh, yeah, Maura. He to my car
because he likes me.

He really,
really likes me.

Hey.
You should get going.

That hit-and-run
might be a homicide.

Hold on. He'll still be dead
when we get there.

Wet cap for Barry.

- That's me.
- Careful.

It's hot.

Got it. Thanks.

Speaking of hot.
Hmm. Too hot.

I think
that's the little barista

that called your partner
a bitch.

Well, she is the one,
all right.

Oh, where is Jane?

She's waiting in the car.
I'm worried about her ankle.

I'm also worried
about Detective Frost

flirting with the barista
that was rude to his partner.

I'm just looking.

Large house for Vince.
Oh, I got it.

Extra-hot flat latte, no foam,
for... Maura.

Free coffee on me.

I'd love
to see you in here again.

See you at the scene.

Bye.

Oh, boy,
are you in trouble now.

Thank you.

Where's Jane?

I took her back to headquarters.
She couldn't walk.

Maybe she should
go to a hospital.

Wait.
How did she get upstairs?

Frankie and two uniforms
carried her.

I thought they'd have
to handcuff her.

Jane's calling me from her
desk phone. What should we do?

Answer it before
she tries to come down here.

Hey, Jane.

Okay, put me on the tablet
so I can see the crime scene.

Yeah, tell her
only if her foot is elevated.

You hear that?

Yeah, it's up. It's up.
Show me.

Who's that?
David Sutton. 35.

He taught science and driver's
ed at the high school.

That's a cruel irony.

Driver's ed teacher
dies in a hit-and-run.

Groundskeeper found him
in the bushes

just as school
was starting.

What do you think?
Accident or homicide?

Not sure.
Frost, follow me.

I think the point of impact
was right about here.

Take a photo.

Okay, this is interesting.
What? What is it?

It's a headlight-bulb
fragment.

Filament's still there.

So, the driver's headlights
were off.

How can you tell?

Tungsten filament
is brittle when it's cold,

but it'll stretch

if the headlights are on
at the time of the collision.

If they're off, it'll break.
That one's busted.

Come on.

Intermittent skid marks.

I'm seeing
acceleration marks, too.

I never did
accident reconstruction.

So, someone
slammed on the brakes.

- You mean, before they hit him?
- Yeah.

Then,
with their headlights off,

they gunned it
and ran into the victim.

So, does that mean...

Yeah. Means this probably
wasn't an accident.

- You got it?
- Yeah.

How long has he been dead?

The body is just
in the first stage of rigor.

8 to 10 hours.

So, this happened
last night?

Uh-huh.
He was carrying a key.

Take it to the crime lab.

That's a strange key.

Looks like a modern version
of a skeleton key.

Maybe it's to his office.

Frost, let's go interview
the principal.

- We can bag him now.
- Yeah. Okay.

I'm a reporter with WZJT.

Care to comment about
your dead teacher, Mr. Sutton?

Excuse me.

The reporter's
just doing his job,

but I told him
to leave you alone.

Thank you.

Did you know Mr. Sutton?

We all had him
for driver's ed.

I also
had him for A.P. Chem.

I had him for A.P. Bio.

And I was the idiot
that had him for both.

He was so fun.

We would always
try cool experiments.

Do you have any advice?

Any advice?

On how we deal
with this?

I think your grief counselors
can help with that,

and lean on each other.

Okay. Thank you.

You know
what this key is for?

- We found it in his pocket.
- No. Never seen it before.

All the keys here look like this.
Were there any students

who might have had
a problem with Mr. Sutton?

What, you th... you think
this wasn't an accident?

Any kid with a grudge?
Somebody he might have flunked?

Well, sure. Kids and parents complain
all the time about all my teachers.

Mr. Sutton was strict.
His curriculum was hard.

You'll find a number
of complaints in his files.

We'll need that,

his classroom files,
and his computer.

Probably at his house.

I just spoke with his wife,
poor thing.

They just had
their third baby.

We'll head over and talk to her.
Thank you.

We are very sorry
for your loss.

I told him
not to jog at night.

Why didn't he listen?

How often
did he go running?

A lot.

Mrs. Sutton,
where were you last night?

Asleep. Why?

Why didn't you call
the police

when your husband failed
to come back from his jog?

The baby keeps him up.
He sleeps in the den.

Do you think
this was deliberate?

Is that why
you're asking me that?

I have three kids
under the age of 4.

I'm not gonna kill
their father.

Did he have trouble

with any of his students
or their parents?

No.
He was very dedicated.

He was teacher of the year
more than once.

He even taught
driver's ed for free

because the school district
didn't have the funding.

Is this key to your house?

No. I don't know
what that's for.

Is that
your husband's computer?

Yes.

Mommy's coming.

My kids are crying.

We'll need to take
his computer.

All right.
Take whatever you need.

It doesn't look like
he did much jogging.

Well, he didn't.

His gluteal aponeurosis
and maximus

have very poor definition.

Oh, let's not
talk about his butt.

There's a gash
in his sartorius.

You mean his thigh?

No,
I mean his sartorius.

It's a muscle
in the thigh.

Can you see all this bruising
and this gash?

It's probably from the front
of the grille that hit him.

Maura, we got to find
this hit-and-run car.

Is there anything
in the wound?

Hmm. Let me take a look.

Hmm. I see particulates.
Blue and gray.

I'll get them analyzed.

I don't know
what I'm gonna miss more...

walking or driving my own car.

Well, you shouldn't
be doing either.

You should be home,
icing your foot.

I just never realized

how important
my car was to me, you know?

I hope
this isn't personal.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Well, I-it could be a form
of grown-up teasing.

You know,
Rafael likes you,

but he's frustrated
because you're not interested.

What?!
Don't be ridiculous.

Well,
he took Frost's car, too.

I don't think
he's attracted to him.

I know detectives who have quit
when they took their cars.

And... and... and I get it,
you know?

We spend our entire lives
with dead people

and that's how
they thank us?

No disrespect.

He says, "None taken."

What? What's that?

He says,
"You're a great detective.

Find out
who did this to me."

Yeah, Don Corleone
has nothing on you.

Just when
I thought I was out,

you pull me back in!

Hi! Mm.
I got it. I got it.

If it were me,
I'd come down with the blue flu

till I got my car back.

No, you wouldn't.

Especially
if you were looking for someone

who mowed down a teacher.

I mean,
it's almost like killing a cop.

So, all you've got

is part of a light bulb
and skid marks.

Yeah.

You're gonna need
Encyclopedia Brown for this one.

That's funny!

Is it really awful there?

Yeah. It's dusty and hot,
but I'm okay.

They call Bagram Airfield
"Camp Cupcake" for a reason.

Good desserts?

Job's okay. Look at this.
My own man can.

Oh, a man can.

Yeah. Gosh.
It's positively palatial.

Okay, so, come on.
What... what can I send you?

Cookies?
You want movies, TV show?

How about you just send me you?

Well, I don't like
long plane rides, so...

Maybe we can meet
in the middle.

What's in between
Boston and Afghanistan?

The Atlantic ocean.

Yeah, that.

Oh, I wish I could touch you.

Um, speaking of privacy,
um, I'm in the break room,

and someone just came in
to get some coffee, so...

Frost or Korsak?

It's Martinez.

I'm gonna say goodbye.

- Talk to you soon, baby.
- Okay.

So, that's
the famous Casey, huh?

Yeah.

I hear
he's in Afghanistan.

Yeah, he's, uh, working with
soldiers who have PTSD.

You miss him?

Yeah. I do.

Look, I'm sorry
about taking your car.

You know it isn't personal,
right?

Okay.

Put it back.

Oh, my God.
It's like having four mothers.

Hey.

Ow.

Okay.
Here's something.

Been going through
all of Mr. Sutton's e-mail.

Look at this.

Who's that?

One of his A.P. Chem students.
Samantha Cole.

"Give me an 'A' -
and I'll give you some of this"?

What?
How old is she?

Just turned sweet 16.

Well, it looks like sweet,
little Samantha Cole

wanted to get
her grade changed.

She's offering a trade.

You think he said no,
so she ran him over?

Maybe.
Let's find her and ask.

I'll call
the attendance office.

And we need to know
every car

that Samantha Cole
had access to.

Speaking of cars,
I'll probably need one

if I'm gonna talk to her.

Hello, this is Detective Frost,
Boston Police.

I need to know
the whereabouts of a student...

Samantha Cole.

Okay.

Thank you.

What is it?

I just found Samantha.

Maybe Maura
should drive you there.

Why Maura?

Because
of where you're going.

She's been in a coma
for 10 days.

Well, at least we know
she didn't run over Mr. Sutton.

What happened

she overdosed.

On what?

Her mother's
codeine prescription.

How bad is it?

Bad.

This may be the way
she spends the rest of her life.

You know, if I thought

my kid did this to herself
because of some teacher,

I might run him over.

By the time
I got home from work,

she had already been
in cardiac arrest

for about 15 minutes.

Do you know
why she attempted suicide?

We put
too much pressure on her.

This was our fault.

Suicide in teenagers is...
it's much more complicated.

No. He's right.
We did.

I couldn't stop
riding her.

One "D," and Harvard was,
"Off the table, Sam."

And why?
Why did I do that?

What did she tell you
about Mr. Sutton?

She loved that teacher.

She took every
science class he taught.

You've seen it?

Yeah.
We found it on her phone.

We were looking
through her things.

Just trying to understand
why she did this.

We heard about
his death this morning.

I'm just so glad that we made
ourselves apologize to that man.

You apologized?

For Sam.

I just...

I just wish
that we could tell her

that it doesn't matter.

Okay, thank you.

Okay, the charge nurse
on Samantha's floor said

that her parents
were with her all night.

And the headlight debris
we found

is molded,
polycarbonate plastic.

Like every other
late-model headlight.

That's not gonna help us
find the car. What else?

Mm, the blue particulates
in the victim's leg

are cheap
automotive paint,

and there was also
Navy-blue paint

used exclusively
on Chevy Impalas.

Oh, excellent. Okay,
so Frost can start a DMV search.

Yeah,
and tell him he's looking

for a car that's been
in an accident.

Wait,
you mean another accident?

Yeah, the blue particulates
are paint,

so the gray stuff
will be bondo.

It is. You're good.

Tell my Chief
of Detectives that,

and maybe
he'll give me my car back.

I think those guys
are rating the girls in here.

Here. Come on.
Let's give them a cheap thrill.

Can I borrow your pen?

- Be nice.
- All right.

- Ready?
- Mm-hmm.

Psst!

They like it.

They do. Look at them.

What would you give me?

Hey, Martinez.

Oh, I would give you
an 8.75.

Come on. Give him a 10.
It's late.

I came by to tell you

you can use this car
for police business.

Why do you have
my mother's keys.

And, no, I can't, because
regulations won't allow it.

Section 14
of the Massachusetts State Law

allows the use
of an impounded car, so, yes.

You impounded
my mother's car?

She told me to.

Besides,
we're both worried about you.

Oh. Well, thank you.

Sure.

I'd like to
buy you a drink,

but I think
you should take your ankle home

and get some rest.

Uh,
I was just leaving.

Rain check okay?

Okay.

Doctor.

That, my friend,
is chemistry.

That can never happen again.

Where's Jane?

You think she got smart
and decided to stay in bed?

Are you kidding me?

If I know Hopalong,
she'll be taking the stairs.

Oh.

Yep, that's her.

She's picking up her mother,
then she'll be here.

How's the search
for the hit-and-run car coming?

Not good.
There are a lot of blue Impalas.

I was about to go through
the rest of these.

I found a lot of parents

who complained
about Mr. Sutton.

Here's a sample.

"He ignores male students
and caters to the girls,

even though the boys
are better at science."

Tell that to the two
smartest scientists I know...

My mom and Dr. Isles.

Yeah. I'll pull up
all of Sutton's class rosters,

cross-reference those
with blue Impalas.

Good idea.

Wait.
This might be something.

What is it?

Two years ago,
he had to expel

one of his best students

'cause he found weed
in her lab cubby.

Got a name?

Karine Alberts.

She was on target
to be class valedictorian.

She's still local.

Maybe she blames Sutton.

Hey, mind if I take a meeting
downstairs?

A meeting?

I'll make it quick.

Yeah, yeah. Go on.

I'll let Jane know
we're gonna grab

our failed valedictorian
and bring her in.

So cool of you
to meet me at work.

So cool
that you're a cop.

I'm actually
a detective in homicide.

Wow. Even cooler.

Is it okay to ask
what you're working on?

A high-school teacher
that died in a hit-and-run.

Oh, yeah.
I heard about that.

I probably shouldn't say
too much more.

I understand.

So, how long you been
at Boston Joe's?

Two years.

Not as impressive as you,
but I'm the manager.

I'm putting myself
through school.

Wow. Good for you.
What are you studying?

Actually I'm... would you like
me to, uh, heat your coffee?

No, thanks.

Yeah, I would. Thanks.

I couldn't help but overhear
you're a student.

Yeah, I am.
Graduate student, actually.

Wow. Wonderful.

Mrs. Rizzoli,
this is Neda.

Hi.
Lovely to meet you.

Thanks for the refill.

What are you studying?

- Business administration.
- Nice.

What kind of business
are you interested in?

Well, actually... uh,

Mrs. Rizzoli, you know what?
I changed my mind.

I think I've had enough
caffeine, so...

Hey, Frost.
Your quick meeting almost over?

Yeah.

Good,
'cause Jane is upstairs

doing your DMV search,

and we've got
a suspect to interrogate.

Probably should
get back to work.

Let me walk you out.

You didn't like Mr. Sutton
very much, did you, Karine?

He's the reason I wanted to be
a Marine Biologist.

And what soured you
on him?

Was it when he found
your weed?

My weed? No.

It was when
he went from being a mentor

to a lascivious creep.

"Lascivious."
Good word.

Thanks.
Learned it at my J.C.

Where were you
Monday night?

Working the graveyard shift
at a 7-Eleven.

You seem
a little bitter.

He wrecked my life
because I wouldn't... perform.

Perform?

He wanted me to give him
oral sex.

Did he rape you,
Karine?

No, but he said if I didn't
perform, he'd give me a "C,"

and he wouldn't write

a letter of recommendation
to college.

And what did you do?

I told him I was gonna talk
to the principal,

so he planted weed
in my stuff,

and then found it before
I could talk to Mr. Appleton.

Did you ever tell anyone?

It was his word
against mine.

I was the druggie

and Mr. Sutton was the champion
of smart, nerdy girls.

I'm surprised
I didn't kill myself.

Aww.
What a nice little brother.

Shut up.

We get each other things
when we're sick or hurt.

Hey, I saw you outside
with a woman.

She's hot, man.

Is it serious?

Ah, I just met her.

So, how much time
do you need?

Oh, okay.
This looks promising.

What?

It's a good contender
for the hit-and-run.

A 2007 Navy blue Chevy Impala
registered to Edes High School.

Crap.

Mm?
I don't have a car.

Oh. I got
a cruiser I can borrow.

- Come on. I'll take you.
- All right. Thanks.

I'll be damned.
The driver's ed car.

Can you see anything?

The hood's dented.

But a lot of bad drivers

have had
a crack at this poor car.

Keys are in the ignition.

There's a blue thread
caught in the shifter.

Hmm. Bag it.

You think? Gee.

Good thing you're here.

Okay.

I'm gonna release
the emergency brake and roll it.

Ready?

Seeing anything?

Yeah. Bumper's dinged,
and I think this is blood.

So, maybe
we're looking for some kid

who was fooling around
in the driver's ed car.

And ran over
his teacher.

CSRU started processing
the car.

They've already counted
170 separate prints.

We'll never be able to
tie that car to one driver.

How many students
learned to drive in it?

A lot.
It's 6 years old.

Jane's ankle
is very swollen.

I made her lie down
in my office.

My sister, the slacker.

Don't tell her
I told you that.

Told us what?

The turquoise string that
you found in the shifter

is embroidery thread.

It's commonly used
to make friendship bracelets.

Friendship bracelets?

So, whoever was driving
was probably a teenager.

How do we track
that thread?

There's a range of theories

as to where
friendship bracelets originated.

I think the use of macrame
supports Arabia,

although
the tribal element suggests

Central and South America.

What else do you have for us,
Dr. Isles?

Oh. Right.

Something did come up
in the victim's tox screen...

Viagra. Who takes
Viagra before a jog?

And his wife just had
a C-section.

Can't imagine why he'd need a
greater blood flow to his penis.

I am sure you're right.
Didn't take it for the wife.

And the crime lab traced the key
that we found in his pocket.

It's from
a high-security padlock.

Our hero teacher suddenly feels
a lot less heroic.

So, he pops a Viagra,

tells his wife
he's going jogging,

and then heads to a high school
in the middle of the night?

I don't think
he was going there

to tutor
budding female science students.

What's
this padlock key to?

We got to tell Jane,

but she'll want to go
to the high school herself.

Well, maybe Dr. Isles
can go with her.

You're the only one she.

She doesn't listen to me.

Yeah, well,
if she passes out from the pain,

at least you'll know
exactly what to do.

I drive fast
because I have to walk slow.

Well, you shouldn't
be driving at all,

and you routinely drive

at least 12 miles
over the speed limit.

I'm doing three miles an hour,
Maura.

Well, I don't mean now.

I thought you liked driving
the Can'o Espress'o.

Well,
people do smile at us.

They get out of the way, too.

This thing is better than
a blue light and a siren.

Hey, look.

There's a high-security padlock
on that shed.

So... Mr. Sutton
had his own private space.

What did he use
his driver's ed shed for?

Well,
all of his class supplies.

Driver's ed manuals, DVDs,
handouts.

- Maura.
- What?

Turquoise embroidery thread.
Our driver was in here.

Did you
bring a black light?

There you go.

Thanks.

I'm seeing
a lot of bodily fluids.

I think Karine was telling
the truth.

He was trading grades
for sex.

Looks like not
all of his students said no.

"Mr. Sutton's
driver's ed rules.

"All students
will leave their phone

in the basket during class."

Samantha Cole was also one
of his driver's ed students.

He took all their phones.

Yeah.

So, maybe when Samantha
wouldn't perform,

he gave her a "D."

And then
when she threatened

to go to the principal
like Karine,

he sent a photo
from her phone to his phone

with a suggestive e-mail.

Where's Jane?

In the café.

Told her not to move

until she iced her ankle
for 12 minutes.

See? I told you
she listens to you.

Detective Frost, do you have
Samantha Cole's lab binder?

Yeah. Right there.

But Samantha's in a coma
and her parents have an alibi.

Karine's alibi checked out,
too,

so she didn't run
over Mr. Sutton, either.

This is impressive
for a college student,

much less a high-school
student.

So why did Mr. Sutton
give her that "D"?

It fits with Jane's theory
he was demanding sex for grades.

So, he gave her a "D"
when she said no.

Maybe somebody
besides Samantha's parents

is angry enough
to go after Sutton.

Did she have a boyfriend?

Doesn't look like it.
I'm on her social network sites.

She was constantly posting

photos of her and her friends
on Candidgram.

Why would she post
this photo?

Look at the comments.

Holy crap. Poor kid.

Seems like
the entire student body

made a point of publicly
calling her a slut.

Man. Kids are mean.

Why would a brilliant kid
like Samantha

put a photo of herself in a bra
online?

She didn't.

Detective Frost,
did you happen to come across

Mr. Sutton's
lesson planner?

Yeah. Right there.
Second file box.

Okay,
here's his lesson plan

for Samantha's driver's ed class
11 days ago.

"3:00 to 4:30 P.M.,

"show students
'death on the highway, '

in room 12
and grade papers in shed."

Samantha was watching
a film?

And Mr. Sutton
had her phone.

He always collected
his students' phones

before class.

Jane was right...

Sutton knew she was about
to go to the principal

and complain.

He went through her phone,
looking for something

to discredit her
and found that photo.

And attached it
to a bogus e-mail,

sent it to his own phone,
then showed it to the principal.

Just to make sure
his bases were covered,

he also posted it
on Candidgram.

Girl's a slut.
Problem solved.

Yeah, look at the date and time
it was sent.

It was
just a couple of hours

before
Samantha attempted suicide.

Frost, hit that link...
the one that says "Sweet 16."

- Whoo!
- Whoo!

- Happy Birthday!
- Happy Birthday!

I met these girls
at the crime scene.

Show us your new bra.

No.
Yeah, come on!

You guys have to turn
your phones off, okay?

Remember, we promised
that we wouldn't post stuff

without each other's
permission, right?

Okay, okay! Samantha's
saying, "don't post this."

Now show us.

This is silly!

Come on! You've been waiting
a long time for your girls!

Because she's
with her friends.

That photo
wasn't for Mr. Sutton.

They look like women,
but they're just kids.

That photo couldn't have been
more innocent.

Open the one that says
"Fab Four."

You guys ready?

I have your back,
and you have mine.

I'm there. We're square.

Till the end, we're friends.

Fab Four!
I would die for you!

Look at their wrists.

Turquoise
embroidery thread.

Those are
friendship bracelets.

"I would die for you."

I wonder if that also means,
"I would kill for you."

D.A. wants us
in the squad room.

But there's no evidence

that puts one of these
three girls behind the wheel?

We found all three girls' prints
in the car.

Whose are
on the steering wheel?

Wheel was wiped clean.

What about evidence
on the victim's body?

No, nothing that connects him
to one of them.

- Alibis?
- Each girl has one.

Each of their parents
said they saw her

in bed the night
of the hit-and-run.

At least
they're all cooperating.

I mean, go figure.
I got a 16-year-old.

Can't even get her
to unload the dishwasher.

They all refused to have either
a lawyer or a parent present.

Not very smart.

That's 16 for you.

I even tried to talk them
into having a lawyer present.

And I'm on the other side.
We need to know who was driving.

Yeah,
they're best friends now,

but human nature says they'll
turn on each other pretty quick.

They always do.

I mean, David Sutton
is a predator,

but it does look like one
of these girls mowed him down.

Well, let's split up.
Each take a girl.

It's gonna be like
shooting fish in a bucket.

We have evidence that you were
in the shed with Mr. Sutton.

He was my hero.

He made me fall in love
with science.

He... he said that it was an art
and that we were the artists.

What were you doing
in that shed?

I had to record him.

Why?

Because he said that
he'd give you a better grade

if you had sex with him?

Yeah.

He said that...

he'd fail me unless
I gave him oral sex.

Can you talk me through
what happened?

He told me
meet him at 11:00.

I turned my cellphone on
to record him.

And I stuck it
in my shirt pocket.

And then what happened?

I turned
my cellphone on.

What did you do?

I put it in my shirt pocket
to record him.

He pulled
his sweatpants down.

His legs were so gross.

What did he say to you?

It's all you have to do.

You do that...

I'll change your grade
to an "A."

How simple is that?

I'd heard
he did it to smart girls,

that a few even did it

just so that he didn't wreck
their college applications.

He started with Samantha.

He gave her a "D."

But she still didn't do it,

so he made everyone think
that she was a big slut.

That's why
she tried to kill herself.

Why meet him alone?

I just wanted to make sure

that he never did it
to another girl.

No one will believe me
without proof.

So, what did he do?

He pulled down
his underwear.

And he tried to touch
my breast.

Shh. Shh, shh, shh.

And that's when
my phone fell out.

Are you taping this?

Where is that recording?

I erased it.

Why?

Because.

Because
of what happened next?

Yeah.

I ran out
into the parking lot.

He always left the keys
to the driver's ed car

in the ignition.

I just had to get away.
I was so scared.

Where did you go?
He was running after me.

I got to the car,

but I was so freaked out
that...

I forgot how to drive.

Wait. What are you doing?

He ran
in front of the car...

And I didn't see him.

And I hit him.

I hit him.
I hit him.

Megan confessed.

Emma confessed, too.

So did Chloe.

Oh, God.

All three confessed?

Identical stories.

They worked this out,
and there is no doubt in my mind

that all three

are willing to take the blame
and go to jail.

I've never seen
anything like it.

We even went back at them,
hard.

They're not
giving each other up.

So, then, they did it.
Or one of them did.

Do you think
it was deliberate?

No.

I think it was an accident,

and the skid marks
actually could mean two things.

Either the car
was lying in wait

or two scared teenagers skidded
to a stop to pick up a friend.

It explains
the acceleration marks.

Whoever was driving jumped on
the gas to get away from Sutton.

And the headlights
were off

because they were
inexperienced drivers.

Well,
if that's the case,

then they didn't see him,
and he didn't see them.

Without
corroborating evidence

or a confession
and two witnesses,

there is no case.

I need to know the truth.

Only one of you
was driving that car.

Who was it?

Me. I was driving.

If you weren't driving,
you're not responsible.

Tell me the truth.

It was me.
I was the one.

I was driving.

You understand
that you will go to prison.

And you will stay there...

For the next 15 years
of your life.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Can't you prosecute
all three?

According
to Massachusetts law,

we can only
go after the driver.

We need one.
We've got three.

So, what do we do?

- Send them home to do their homework.
- We can't do that.

He's right.
We have no choice.

We got to let them go.

Try again.

Come on, Sam.

Open your eyes, Sam.
Come on.

She's trying to open her eyes.

Samantha!
Honey, can you hear me?

Sam.

It's not really like
the movies, is it?

No.

Come on.

It'll be a long haul.

But she's responding,
so who knows?

She might come
all the way back.

I have your back,
and you've got mine.

It's beautiful, though.
I'm there.

What is?
We're square.

To the end...
That kind of friendship.

We're friends.

I would die for you.

I mean, I don't know
that I'd die for you,

but I'd...
I'd come damn close.

Me, too, Jane.

Me, too.

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