All language subtitles for 306 Money Maker

Welcome. I'm a rhodium.

I'm just iridium.

That's fine. I'm not a snob.

Sit down.

- You know what to do?
- I've been instructed, yes.

I'm very used to this.

Don't be afraid.

I'm not.

Oh, my God. Are you okay?

The joy of controlling
how the hot water rises...

...before a torrent of pressure
penetrates the tamped beans.

Okay, I'm done watching coffee porn.

How did instant get in my cupboard?
You are so impatient.

Maura, I just want a cup of coffee.
Not a Roman orgy.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Did--? Where are you going?
A garden party?

- I'm going to work.
- Like that?

I think she looks beautiful.
And I love your shoes.

I haven't worn high heels in a while.

Thirty years is more than a while.

- There is a trick to wearing high heels.
- Yeah. Don't wear them.

Slip these into your shoes.

I can wear heels all day long
with them.

Yeah, she runs in hers.

Nice.

- Hmm.
- The other one. See? It's easy.

How's that?

- Nice.
- Heh.

And gushy. Ha, ha, ha. Thanks.

- Bye, Ma.
- Bye.

- I think my mom has a gentleman caller.
- Oh, your mother is a beautiful woman.

My mother flosses in bed.

- Oh, it's Hope.
- Answer it.

- What do I say?
- "Hello, biological mom, Hope.

- My name is Maura. I didn't die at birth."
- Shut up.

No, you shouldn't say shut up.

Dr. Isles.

Oh, hello, Dr. Martin. What a surprise.

Um....

Oh, oh, yes, I would love
to have dinner with you. That--

Tonight would be great.

Uh, would you like to come over
to my house?

Sure, you can bring your daughter.

Okay, I will text you my address.
I look forward to it.

Okay, bye-bye.

Oh, my gosh. Why did I invite them
here? This place is a wreck.

Oh, I'd be so embarrassed
to invite anyone but me here.

And what will I serve?

I mean, she probably
has a more refined palate than me.

Oh, saved by murder. Come on.

No, no. I can't go.
I have way too much to do.

Okay, I think I can do an autopsy
by now.

Well, I have to take a shower.

Maura.
Hot water gets shut off in three minutes.

Bathroom's that way.

Running.

Wow, three million bucks? Wow.

I didn't even ask if she's a vegan.
What if she's allergic to shellfish?

- You just said she's a vegan.
- No, I did not.

You know, I can't pull together
a formal dinner in--What? Ten hours.

Considering it takes you four hours
to make coffee.

No, no, no.
Not with the heavy breathing.

No, stop and I'll help you.

- I'm trying.
- Okay.

You call my mother. You flatter her.

Tell her what a great cook she is.
She eats that up. She'll cook.

- It's such an imposition.
- Not if you invite her to dinner.

Somebody's Mercedes
got a parking ticket. You run the plates?

- What do we got?
- A couple called police.

- Real estate agent is a handful.
- Yay.

This your listing? Beautiful property.

Georgette Wilkins.
I have other properties.

All the exclusive neighborhoods.
Give me a call.

What makes you think
I can't afford a 3 million dollar home?

Well, cops' salaries.

Never mind.

This house went into foreclosure
a year ago while it was being renovated.

I almost had a sale.

- Is all this really necessary?
- Pretty necessary when there's a murder.

- It wasn't a murder. It's--
- I'd say it's at least a piece of a murder.

Detectives didn't know
what to make of it.

It's the entire right fossa triangularis
and the scapha.

Hear that, Korsak? It's a whole
fossil triangle and a scaffold.

It's the right ear.

- Why is it three feet off the ground?
- It's listening through the keyhole?

Well, the minimum blood suggests
that this ear was detached post-mortem.

Got a drop of blood out here.

It's not much,
but I got another drop here.

- Hey, Jane.
- Yeah?

Mercedes
is registered to Neal Murray.

Well, what's his car doing here
if he lives in Beacon Hill?

Do you know this man, Neal Murray?

No. Never seen him before.

Look, I have another listing.
You have my card.

- Run her.
- Mm-hm.

You think there's a body
in the trunk of that car?

Georgette's clean.

Wait, stop!

Stop, boss, stop! Stop, stop, stop.

- Put it down.
- Okay. Have to hurry, though.

He appears to be wearing a cloak
and a mask.

Think we found the body
that goes to that ear.

I'm not prepared to say
until I've tested tissue samples.

Maura, he's got one ear.

It looks like Neal Murray.

Something bad went down
in that house.

Turns out our victim
co-owns an investment company.

What's a millionaire hedge fund manager
doing in a garbage can...

...in a mask and a cloak?

- Hiding?
- Thank you, Sherlock Holmes.

What's this on his cloak?
It looks like jelly.

I'll have the crime lab test it.

Treasure trove here.
Where'd you find the blond hair?

It was caught in this pin.

Which is stamped "Rhodium."

Rhodium is a rare metal.
The most valuable.

The plot thickens.

My preliminary examination indicates
that he experienced a cardiac event.

It was quite an event.

Yeah, well,
you haven't heard the best part.

- Let's talk about his penis.
- If we must.

- I'm not seeing much to talk about.
- You see the needle marks?

No, I didn't look that close.

Treatment for erectile dysfunction.

- Too bad he didn't hear about Viagra.
- His heart condition prohibited it.

Eighteen million American men
suffer from erectile dysfunction.

Injection therapy is very popular.

Oh, sure, yeah. Who doesn't wanna
shoot up their privates?

The victim was left-handed.

I found seven injection sites
high on the left side of the shaft.

But the last injection site
was low on the right side.

So a right-handed person
injected him.

Needle gauge was much bigger too.

Find out what was in that syringe.
Until we know, we can't call this murder.

Okay, I'm gonna go interview
his business partner.

Call me if you find something new.

Excuse me.

Hi, I'm Detective Jane Rizzoli.
This is Detective Frost.

We'd like to talk about Neal Murray.

- What happened?
- Don't know. We're investigating.

I'm Dale Bowman.
This is Doug and Lori Gatz.

Doug and I went to high school
with Neal.

- Neal was supposed to be here?
- Yes.

He was giving us a check for
an athletic complex and field.

Hey, Doug, you'll get that check.

I can't believe he's gone.

- Could you give us a minute?
- Sure.

- Where were you last night?
- Home. Why?

Any idea why your partner dressed
in a cloak and mask?

- No. What are you talking about?
- Were you having problems?

I loved the guy. I don't know
if our company will survive without him.

- Why not?
- He was a real people person.

- He brought in all our big investors.
- We'd like a client list.

Oh, I'm happy to cooperate.
We have very high-end clients...

...all the way down to Doug and Lori.

He's a coach, she's the school nurse.

They have pensions, thanks to us.

Maybe there's a disgruntled investor.
Someone who lost money.

- We don't lose money.
- Somebody wasn't too happy with Neal.

It wasn't one of our investors.
That I know.

- I'll get that list for you.
- Thank you.

We'll be in touch.

Take the gnocchi out of the hot water
or it'll get sticky.

Jane, stir the wild boar ragout.

- Can you open the Montepulciano?
- Stirring boar.

Opening montipoopanano.

Oh, my God, they're a minute early.

Oh, my God. What if she saw this?

Just a minute.
Hide it in the bathroom.

Okay, okay, okay.

Maura.

Hi. Come in, please.

Dr. Isles. This is my daughter, Cailin.

- Hi, Cailin.
- Hey.

And I think that we really are settling
into a new city.

Right, Cailin?

Yeah. We are.

- How do you like Boston?
- I miss London.

- Honey, would you stop texting?
- Sorry. I'm just saying goodbye.

Are you in school?

- I was.
- Cailin was at Oxford.

And you're not anymore?

- Well--
- We had to move here.

Well, she needs to take a semester off.

Excuse me.
May I use your bathroom?

Of course, it's right over there.

It's a complicated relationship,
mothers and daughters.

Yes, it is.

- It's a phase.
- I hope so.

Cailin just misses her friends.

She doesn't know anyone
here in Boston.

Tell me, did your mother
teach you how to cook?

- Actually, Angela made dinner.
- Well, it is delicious.

- Thank you.
- My mother, um...

...she didn't spend much time
in the kitchen.

Uh, Maura's mother is an artist
and an art history professor...

...so she traveled a lot.

I traveled a lot
when Cailin was young too.

Her father is my ex-husband, he--

He had financial issues.
So I always had to work.

- That's hard.
- Look, Cailin's back.

- I think I'll use your ladies' room too.
- Good idea.

Cailin hates me.

She's 18.

She hates everybody
over 18 and under 18.

She's my sister, Jane.

Well, even when they're related to you,
families are still complicated.

Hey. This is pretty good.

Oh, no, thank you.

Really, not even one bite?

- What are you listening to?
- Uh....

Music.

What kind of bands do you like?

It was nice of you
to bring the cake over.

But it's okay.
You don't have to try to engage with me.

Are we that awful?

Will you tell my mom
that I decided to walk home?

Wait, what?

It's not personal.
I just would like to be alone.

- Was that Cailin?
- She said she wanted to be alone.

Did Cailin leave? Are you leaving?

She's very fragile right now.
Thank you for dinner. I'm so sorry.

What the hell just happened?

I don't think Cailin should've been
forced to have dinner with us.

Why weren't you this evolved
when I was 18?

It smells so good.

I'm so sorry about last night.

Why? It wasn't your fault.

- What is that?
- A chilled lavender towel.

- Put it on your neck.
- No.

It's very soothing, it's used for treating
amenorrhea, athlete's foot, vaginitis.

I'm eating.
And I don't need to be soothed.

Our victim's tox report came back.

No sign
of his erectile dysfunction medication.

Still eating. He was injected
with something. What was it?

I'm still testing.
I dissected his heart tissue.

And whatever drug was injected
did cause a heart attack.

There you are.

Hello, Dr. Martin. Hi.
What you doing with that?

Have a fabulous day. Call me later.

Hi.

I feel the need to apologize for Cailin.

No, please don't.

You know, I was 18 once
and her life has been disrupted.

It's all right. I just feel bad for you.

Cailin is actually very ill.

Which is why
I've brought her back to Boston.

Do you wanna sit?

With what? Can you say?

She contracted a bacterial infection
while I was doing relief work in Africa.

You can't blame yourself.

She's in desperate need
of a kidney transplant.

And, of course, I would give her one
of my own in a heartbeat, but...

...we're not a match.

And neither is her father.

It is so ironic. I have helped so many
patients and I cannot help my own child.

There must be something
that I can do.

No, there isn't.
But I so appreciate the thought.

Got something.

Our victim was treated for chest pains
last week at the ER in Dedham.

Neal's next of kin is Heavy Drizzle?

- Who's that?
- Whoever took him to the hospital.

Heavy Drizzle? The Drizz?
The famous crunk rapper?

Okay, check the list of investors
from Murray & Bowman.

See if "The Drizz" is on it.

I think his real name is Lamar Jones.

Once renegotiated
a recording contract...

...by hanging an executive
from his ankles off a balcony.

The Drizz. "Crunk in the Trunk".
I love that song.

Got that crunk in the trunk

Got that crunk in the trunk

Got that trunk in the trunk

Shake my crunk in the trunk
Shake your tail, it don't fail

See my hand, no weddin' band
Feel it nice

- Okay, stop. Stop.
- What?

- Okay, Frankie, stop, stop. Just--
- What?

- That's not how it goes, man.
- Nah.

- Let me show you how it's done.
- All right.

All right. It's like this.
It's side to side. It starts side to side.

- Like this?
- Yeah. Then you just start to walk.

- I'm walking.
- Okay, and then get ready.

Get ready. And then--

- Yes!
- Yeah, there you go.

Now you start smacking. Smack it.

- Thunk, thunk, thunk.
- I'll show you thunk.

How's that?
Would you like some more thunk?

Keep doing that with your behinds.

I expect this behavior from you,
Francesco.

But not from you, Barold.

- Why does she expect it from me?
- Well, she likes Barold. No idea why.

Well, let's get Mr. Drizzle in here
for questioning.

- Where you going, Jane?
- I gotta go check on Maura.

Is that last night's dessert,
and am I about to get sick?

- I think we're a match.
- You're not really my type.

Me and Cailin.

We're having different conversations.

Cailin needs a kidney.

So you're going to make it
out of that cake?

Of course not.
I needed a sample of her DNA.

You can't give her a kidney.

My kidney.
I can give it to whomever I please.

Oh, so you told Hope?

I'm going to donate anonymously.

Need help getting it out?
Or you gonna do that by yourself too?

- No, Maura. What are you thinking? No.
- Cailin's dying.

And Hope is overwhelmed.

The last thing she needs is to relive
the worst event of her life, my birth...

...and death.

Yeah, well, I guess I just don't get it.

If I--

If I tell her who I am...

...I'll be a reminder of her tragic past.

I'll never be anything else to her.

What?
I mean, you only need one kidney.

You're incredible.

You'd do the same
for one of your brothers.

Maybe.
They'd have to be really, really nice.

I'd definitely do it for you, though.

Your wretched lyrics
with tails shaking and behind flapping...

...violent metaphors and images.

And you know something, mister?
Children are dying because of you.

- Shaking booty never killed nobody.
- Anybody.

- Who the hell is that?
- That's a family assistance counselor.

What kind of assistance
that sister offering?

Come on, Drizz.

Uh, posse waits downstairs.

- Frost.
- Hold on.

Can I come? Please?

All right. Stand there
and don't open your mouth.

Nah. I ain't never met that dude.

That dude is your investment advisor,
Neal Murray.

- I got a lot of advisors.
- Who advises you in murder?

- Damn. Who did the man like that?
- Maybe you.

- Did he lose your money?
- Not a gangster anymore.

You're a businessman
with a multimillion-dollar empire.

This kind of publicity wouldn't be good
for your brand.

Okay.

Neal was my money man.
He brought me into his firm.

A portfolio provides a buffer against
the vicissitudes of the music industry.

So we--

What?
A homeboy can't know finance?

Let's talk about your visit
with Neal to the ER, yo.

Look, Neal was a good dude.
He knew how to have crazy-ass fun.

But I needed my liquid capital back.

Neal said Dale wouldn't let me have
my own damn money back.

I'm still not hearing about the ER.

All right. I took Neal for a spin
on I-90 in my donk, yo.

Actually, it's my screensaver.

Nice, 28-inch chrome rims.

Officer, this is an interview.

How fast were you going
in your donk?

Oh, 55.

All right, all right.

Maybe a buck 55.
Neal said it was giving him chest pains.

That's what you're hoping for?

Told him you'd take him to the hospital
if he'd give you your money back?

Something like that.

Neal told me not to tell Dale.

Neal gave me the money
out of his own pocket.

I feel like talking to old Dale again.

Um, I'm sorry about playing that rap.

I've taught children for 55 years.

Some of the poorest neighborhoods.

- That must have been challenging.
- It was that.

But it was also rewarding.

It was my life's work.

That's Dontrell.

He was in the last class I taught.

He was the loveliest,
sweetest little boy.

- Was?
- He died in a drive-by shooting.

Excuse me. I'm fighting a cold.

- I understand.
- Oh, yeah?

You understand a virus that's baffled
scientists for hundreds of years?

- We're both trying to save the world.
- Well, I couldn't save Dontrell.

- Stand back.
- What?

Take care of yourself, Sister.

We'd like to talk to you
about Lamar Jones.

- Who?
- You know him as Heavy Drizzle.

- He's one of your investors.
- Oh, yeah. Drizz. Sure, I know him.

Why'd you make it hard
to get his money out?

I run a hedge fund, detectives.

I make a lot of money
for my clients if...

...and only if I lock in their money
for a set period.

Did you know Neal gave Drizz
his money back?

I think it's time to tell you
to talk to my lawyer.

Have a nice day.

- You see his key chain?
- Just like the one we found on Neal.

Murray and Bowman's
financial statements are bogus.

No way they get these returns.
Looks like a Ponzi scheme.

Explains why Dale didn't want investors
like Drizz pulling their money out.

I know why Dale and our victim
carry the same key fob.

It's a flash drive.

- Huh. It's taking me to a website.
- 10preciousmetals.com.

I'm in.

Neal was running
an underground sex club.

Drizz said old Neal knew
how to have crazy-ass fun.

To upgrade your investment,
contact your investment advisor.

Ten different levels of call girls.

For 10 levels of investors.
More you invest, the hotter the girl.

Frost,
click the "Calendar" link.

It's got party dates
and street addresses.

There was a secret sex party at the
mansion where we found Neal's ear.

- A secret sex party?
- What would you call it?

- Entertainment.
- Heh.

Check some of the other parties.
See if they're at vacant homes.

They were. Good call, Jane.

Listing agent was Georgette Wilkins.

- I thought you ran her name.
- Nothing came up.

Maybe her name isn't Georgette.
Let's run her prints.

- We don't have her prints.
- Yes, we do.

Georgette gave me her business card.

Old-school's always wanted to try
new-school's laser print scanner.

"Candy Smith."

Oh, Georgette is a prostitute.

In fairness, she's a former prostitute.

Georgette sold Neal his house.

Neal and Dale
were desperate for investors.

So Georgette supplies the girls
and the houses she couldn't sell.

Neal throws the parties,
the rich whales swim in.

- Everybody's happy.
- So why is Neal dead?

- Thank you.
- Dr. Martin, please come in.

I'm sorry to barge in yet again.

There really was no one else
that I could talk to.

Well, you can talk to me.

Please.

Why is it easier to tell a stranger
the most intimate details of your life?

Because a stranger doesn't judge.

My daughter.

I feel like I barely know her.

She's just so angry.

And she has the right.

I took her to a place that made her sick
and I've made her live my life--

I don't have children,
but I think I understand.

Well, no one makes you know
you've failed the way your child does.

I think all daughters feel that way
about their mothers.

We fear that we won't measure up.

It's a mother's job to protect her child.

I've failed twice.

You said that you--

That your first baby died.
I mean, how--?

How can that be your fault?

And Cailin, she's a teenager.

You know,
it's her job to push you away.

It says that she's strong,
because of you.

Maybe. Heh.

Mass General called today.

They found a kidney donor for her.

It's an anonymous donor.

A complete stranger.

Maura, I'm afraid
I've already lost my daughter.

Not to this illness, but....

You haven't.

I know you haven't.

You have been so very kind.

The kindest of strangers.

We know you lied about Neal Murray.

I'm so sorry, officer.
I have no idea what you're talking about.

- I'm late for a lunch appointment.
- Drop the act, Candy.

Yeah, I knew Neal. That isn't a crime.

Obstruction
of a murder investigation is.

I don't know how he died
or what he was doing in that house.

Maybe he was at a party
for investor whales.

Maybe you supplied
the high-class call girls.

- Maybe you were even there.
- Or maybe you don't have jack.

Excuse me.
I have a lunch appointment.

- How does he know we're not members?
- Yeah.

Who you calling?

The only member I know.

Where is she?
She couldn't have eaten that fast.

Neal's latest tox panel came back
positive for potassium chloride.

- Well, is that what stopped his heart?
- That's what was injected into his penis.

Maura. You're gonna get us kicked out
of this place.

Why?
Because I said potassium chloride?

- What are you having for lunch?
- What are baby jewels and gems?

Lettuce.

You don't call those solid vertical
room separators.

- You mean the walls?
- Exactly.

Lettuce. Pretentious.

- She's going to the bathroom.
- I'm coming.

- What? No.
- I have to pee.

- You better be telling the truth.
- All mammals have to pee.

We got all day.

We know about the parties, the super
secret precious metal code for the girls.

I'm Homicide, Georgette, not Vice.

Unless you killed Neal,
all I wanna do is talk.

He was a nice guy.

Not much in the looks department,
but nice.

I didn't kill him.

Hi.

It's safe to talk in front of me.
I'm working the case too.

- Oh, are you?
- Yes, I am.

- I'm Dr. Maura--
- Save it. Who cares?

Get to the chase. What do you want?

- Who was with Neal the night he died?
- Don't know. It was busy.

You supply the girls.
So give me their names.

Uh, let's see. Caress, Delight, Peaches.

- Don't suppose you do background checks?
- No.

- At least check for venereal diseases.
- What are you, Health Department?

We use the same girls every time.
Clients sign a release.

Informed consent. That's wise.

You're gonna provide
these same girls...

...because one of them injected Neal
with potassium chloride and killed him.

And we're gonna find her.

And if I don't?

Then say bye-bye
to all your fancy clubs...

...and say hello
to Framingham State Prison.

Before we do anything,
may I have one of your hairs...

- ...with the root ball attached, please?
- What? Ew.

The hair we found on the victim
does not belong to Georgette.

Okay. So we go forward with plan A.

Another undercover operation,
Rizzoli?

Uh, collecting hair.
Frost and Korsak'll be there.

- I should be there too.
- No, that's okay.

Uh, with my comparison microscope.

- No, I don't think so.
- Dr. Isles is right.

She can look at all the samples,
log them in.

- Preserve chain of custody.
- Okay, sure.

- Yes!
- What is your problem?

What are we going to wear?

I have never been
a high-class hooker before.

What?

- I hate this outfit.
- Stop complaining about the outfit.

Why couldn't we dress up like call girls?
They look so cute.

- They have to take their outfits off, Maura.
- Oh.

Let's find a place
for your science kit.

Oh, check out the legs on that one.
That is the hottest part of a woman.

But I also like that little S-curve.

Along the hip.

You know, like when they lean back
like that and you just--

You guys know we can hear you,
right?

Oh. Oops.

Ow!

- Sorry. My bad.
- One down, 17 to go.

- That's the coach from Campbell High.
- What is he doing there?

- Hitting on Georgette, looks like.
- His wife Lori is gorgeous.

Bill Maher says,
"Show me a beautiful woman...

...I'll show you a husband
who's sick of sleeping with her."

How did he get the money
to hang out here?

Wow, how did you get in?

- What do you mean?
- You're, like, not even a indium.

An indium. And, no, I am not.

So, what are you like,
tin or something?

- We're like aluminum foil.
- Don't get upset about it. Not my fault.

Ow.

Everyone here is a perv.

This cuticle thickness is close.

But the pigment granules
don't match.

Okay. Last ones. I'm gonna go
track them down in the Leather Room.

Leather certainly bears further study.
It's a historical fetish.

Think about it. Corsets, dog collars.

Whips. Belts.

- Oh, my God!
- What? What? What happened?

- Call 911. Quick.
- Is that Georgette?

Particles of Type N mortar from the pool
coping are embedded in the wound.

She hit the side
and lost consciousness in the pool.

- So she was pushed in?
- Yes. I'm ruling it a homicide.

And take a look at this.

- Cubic zirconia?
- Hardly.

Four carats. Light yellow.

It looks like F-L-I-F.

Oh, no. That's a blemish.

- What hooker gets paid in carats?
- The girlfriend kind.

Oh.

So Georgette
must have hung up her mask.

Yeah. No match on the blond hairs
from any of our call girls. Thank you.

These are the results...

...on the jelly-like substance
on Neal's cloak.

It's calcium acetate.

- Otherwise known as?
- Canned butane gel.

Used in food service
to keep food warm.

The caterers. That's why
we couldn't match the hair to a call girl.

It's gotta be from a cater-waiter.

- There's a print here.
- Well, it could be the victim's.

I think a second person
tried this ring on. It's a different print.

So as financial chair, I wanna assure you
your investments are healthy.

I recommend we stay the course
with Murray & Bowman.

We recommend
you get a new financial chair.

- Excuse me?
- You're under arrest...

...for embezzling
your fellow teachers' pension money.

- What?
- What? What did you do, Doug?

Spent a bunch of money
on this diamond ring.

Mmm. Lucky you, Mrs. Gatz.

- Wait. That was for Georgette, wasn't it?
- I don't know what you're talking about.

We found your prints.
Found Georgette's too.

- Tried it on before you killed her.
- God.

We're thinking there was pillow talk.

You told Lori
about Neal's heart condition.

His trouble getting it up
without an injection.

Handy that you're a nurse, Lori.
Pretty too.

Snuck in, injected potassium chloride
into the man who ruined your life.

You know Doug was having an affair?
Or figure it out after you killed Neal?

This is insane.

Yeah, that's what we thought...

...when we saw you push Georgette
into the pool on this tape.

- This is your fault.
- We don't have a surveillance tape.

She doesn't know that.

You couldn't let go
of your high-school buddies.

We were happy.

You let Neal show you this life
you thought you were missing.

You fell in love with a whore.

- Let's go, Lori.
- Hands behind your back.

Cailin. Hi. Come in.

Do you know
what the name Cailin means?

No.

It means "uncertain."

That's the name
that my mother picked for me.

Maura means "great."

- Yes, I know.
- That's the name she picked for you.

Cailin, please let me explain.

Can you explain why you called
my mother out of the blue...

...with some bullshit story?

This is very complicated.

She's trying to bond with me now
since I'm dying.

You know, make up for all those years
she wasn't there.

You're not going to die.

"Don't do what I did, Cailin."

Right.

Like I'm gonna have time
to fall in love...

...get pregnant, have a baby...

...hold that baby once
before she dies?

You put it back up.

I went snooping.
I found it in the bathroom.

I mean, it is my mother, isn't it?

And that's your gravestone.

Which is weird
because you look okay to me.

Just let me explain.
I didn't mean for any of this--

Do you have any idea what it's like...

...to grow up in the shadow
of a dead baby?

I was never enough.

You were more than enough.
She loves you.

I know you think I should've told her,
I should've told the both of you, but I--

Yeah.

- I want to help you.
- I don't want your help.

And I don't want your kidney, either.

Yeah.

Yeah, I thought that was you.

You just--You don't get a match
like that from a stranger.

Cailin, please don't throw your life away
because of what you think of me.

I don't want any part of you
living in me.

Cailin.

What is going on?

- You followed me?
- Well, you took our car.

- So you called the police?
- Well....

Hope...

...there is something
I need to tell you.

I'm Paddy Doyle's daughter.

What?

I'm your daughter.

I know that must be strange to hear.

Don't say that.

This is my daughter.

Paddy told you that I died at birth.

I am not looking to be your daughter.

I have a mother and a father.

- I just wanted you to know--
- Just stop. I don't know who you are...

...or what you want, but I've had
about as much as I can bear.

Cailin. Honey.

Let's just go.

I don't know what to say.

Out of all the scenarios I thought of...

...that wasn't one of them.

Well...

...she's in denial. She's in shock.

Imagine, how would you react...

...if a grown woman walked up to you
and said:

"How you doing?
I'm your dead baby."

And what about Cailin?

If she doesn't let me help her,
she'll die.

Maura, you can't force your kidney
on her.

I wish I could.

I don't know.

I never, ever meant
to cause them any pain.

It's just so awful.

Well, I tried to warn you.

Family sucks.

Blow.

No.

No. I'm all cried out, okay?

I'm done.

I'm done
and actually, I'm a little insulted.

What did I do?

That girl rejected my kidney.

- The nerve.
- I know, right?

- It's a very nice kidney.
- I'm sure it is.

- You should keep it in your body.
- Ha-ha-ha.

I'm just saying.