All language subtitles for 307 Crazy for You

Rod!

Eve? No!

Jane, stop playing
with the donuts and help.

I'm not playing. This is playing.

I don't get why you
agreed to host this thing.

Or why they don't bring
their own clothes.

Well, the Convention Center
doubled their rate after last year's issue.

- What issue?
- Heh.

She left a severed head
in the hotel fridge.

- Dominick. Delivering the bread again.
- I can't find a new delivery guy.

I don't mind.
Nice to get out from behind the counter.

Jane, you remember Dominick.

- Yes. How are you?
- Good. It's nice to see you, Jane.

- Good to see you.
- You used to love fresh ciabatta rolls.

Oh, yeah. Yeah! Bianchi's Bakery!

Oh. I haven't been there in years.
You gotta try one of these.

White flour only uses the endosperm.

It's awful to eat with you, you know?

Dominick, whenever you get
backed up, I'm willing...

...to swing by
and pick up my order.

- In my new car.
- What? Since when?

Since I became Can'O Espress'O's
salesperson of the month.

- A crappy canned coffee gave you a car?
- A Camry.

She's beautiful. Wait till you see her.

Is he with the band?

- Hello, Dr. Pike. It's nice to see you.
- Detective Rizzoli. You look stunning.

- Hmm. Stunning? Thank you.
- Oh. Hello, Dr. Isles.

Hello, Dr. Pike.
You brought quite a few things.

Well, when you're
a cutting-edge forensic scientist...

...you're obligated to share that knowledge
with your less-skilled colleagues.

The colleagues that can't tell the difference
between a.38 and a.45 caliber bullet?

Oh, look. More cutting-edge
forensic scientists.

Hello. I am delighted to
welcome you all...

...to the annual
Bullet and Blast Injuries Symposium.

This is real nice, Dr. Isles.
Dr. Billy Ray Higgins.

Nice to see you again.

I look forward
to your presentation...

...on the Pathophysiology of Blast Injuries.

- Hey, girl. Uh....
- Me?

He called me a "girl"?
Can I help you?

Take this. Goes in the freezer.
When I need, you bring.

Uh....

- Not again.
- What?

I don't know. I guess my phone number
is close to some guy's wife's number.

I'm getting these weird texts like
"Hon, pick up my dry cleaning."

"Hon, we're out of milk."

Dr. Isles, I specifically requested
a special meal...

...steel-cut oats with dried fruit topping.

- This better be a murder.
- Mm. It is. Come on.

- Excuse me.
- Have a donut. No endosperm.

- Hey.
- Double homicide.

Looks like a.38.
Who are the victims?

Husband and wife shrinks.
No sign of forced entry.

No surveillance cameras inside
or outside.

That's bad.
Think we're looking for a patient?

Maybe.
Frost is talking to the office manager.

Dr. Eve Parker? What? The Dr. Eve?
Media's gonna have a field day with this.

- Why? Who is she?
- Someone who hated children.

- Jane, that's not true.
- Really? She wrote, No Womb for Children.

She advocates childless marriages.

Ma used to listen to her radio program
when she was mad at us.

I am only familiar with the work
of her husband, Dr. Rod Parker.

- Yeah? Did he hate kids, too?
- Ha-ha.

He was an expert
in delusional disorders.

Soot on the clothing,
stippling on the skin.

A close contact,
through-and-through.

Hers was from maybe
three feet away.

Look at the way
the bodies are positioned.

She's on her way out to the bathroom...

...which suggests
our shooter was lying in wait.

Maybe the husband was talking to him
and she surprises them?

Maybe. Or she comes out first,
he hears the gun go off, runs out.

What we need to know is,
were they both targets?

Or just one of them?

Office manager found the bodies
when she came in.

- Did you get a patient list from her?
- No.

She gave me yesterday's patient
sign-in sheet.

Okay, so Dr. Eve's last patient
was at 5:00, Dr. Rod's at 6.

Patients sign in with initials?

- It's a privacy issue.
- Thank you, doctor.

I had no idea grandly deluded
people wanted privacy.

- Hey, Maura. Can I use your tweezers?
- Mm-hm.

Look. It's a piece of latex
from the shooter's glove.

Latex has many uses.
Balloons, pencil erasers, spandex.

Okay, I'm going to guess that the shooter
wasn't wearing spandex...

...or carrying balloons.

Hope it's enough
to recover a partial print.

A single bullet
penetrated the left ventricle.

That size hole says
it's in the.38 caliber family.

Oh, bullets have families in Texas,
do they?

It's obviously a.45.
The female victim also died from a.45.

I think we got
a different horse galloping here.

- Really? A Morab? A Mustang?
- You're saying the bullet...

...that made that hole's a draft horse.
I say it's more like a Shetland Pony.

This is waste of time.

I'm sorry?

It's classic murder-suicide.

But both victims died instantly
and the gun wasn't recovered.

It's so obvious,
kindergartner would know.

Husband shoots wife
then shoots his chest.

Just has enough time
to toss the gun out of the window.

It's like chicken with head cut off.

Dr. Popov, human beings don't move
once the cerebral cortex has been se--

You're wasting your breath. This guy don't
know his butt from a hole in the ground.

I'd like to take this opportunity to unveil...

...the most significant new development
in the forensic world.

- The Particle-Vac.
- Please turn that thing off.

Capable of fully adjustable suction
up to 50 kilopascals.

- Step aside, please.
- Please turn that off.

We are here to advance each other's
knowledge of gunshot wounds.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Ow!

Now look what you've done.
I'm gonna have to bill you for that.

Hey. Lab is working on that piece of latex.
Maybe we'll get lucky, get a partial print.

Dr. Eve had a huge web presence.
She just released her newest book.

Ugh. No Need to Breed.

Here she is promoting the book.

You can choose not to be a mother.
You do not have to breed.

Judge Allen denied our request
for patient files.

He won't even get us a list of names.

- Now what are we gonna do?
- Go see Allen in his chambers.

Dr. Eve had a book signing at
The Literate Mind Bookstore a few hours...

...before she was murdered.

- That's interesting.
- So's this, Dr. Eve had a lot of haters.

Here's a blogger with a big following:
Valerie Miller.

W.A.A.K.
Wives Are About Kids.

Looks like she's aiming
a rifle at our victim.

"This fiend hates your child."
From a mother of nine?

She's in a lot social media for
someone who home-schools those kids.

- Check out her Timeline.
- Translation, please.

She leads such a fascinating life, she wants
everyone to know what she's doing...

- ...at all times.
- Where was she yesterday?

The Literate Mind Bookstore
where Dr. Eve had the book signing.

- Last night?
- Don't know. She stopped checking in.

Well, I don't think Mrs. WAAK was getting
a signed copy of No Need to Breed.

Don't you feel funny driving this?

Why would I feel funny?
It's the nicest car I ever had.

Come on, let's get
these groceries inside...

- ...and I'll take you for a spin.
- Oh, I can't right now.

- Oh.
- They just gave it to you?

I have to do a little promotion.

It's voice activated.

Can'O Espress'O added the loudspeaker.

- Can you hear me?
- Uh--Yeah, Ma.

Come see.

It has voice-activated
Bing search capabilities.

Cool.

Frankie, you look so handsome
in your uniform.

- My God, Ma, stop.
- What? Am I embarrassing you? Ah!

Oh, my God! Somebody hit my car!

My brand new car! What the....

I didn't hit it very hard, did I?
Oh, yeah, look. It's just a little dent.

- A little dent? It's brand new!
- Ma, take the headset off.

- I.... Shoot. I'm sorry. I'll get it fixed.
- Oh, you bet you will!

- Don't you look where you're driving?
- Can I just give you cash?

I mean, is 30 dollars enough?

Are you kidding me?
Frankie, tell me she's kidding me.

- Uh-- Hey, let me help you.
- Oh.

- Ma.
- What?

- Come on.
- Oh.

- How pregnant are you?
- Seven months.

All right, don't cry.
We'll call your husband.

Fiancé. Ex.

- Oh.
- He dumped me.

I'm sorry to hear that.

There.
It's a lot of unpaid parking tickets.

Thank you. Well, that's why I'm here.

You're gonna boot my car
if I don't sign up for a payment plan.

- There isn't really a payment plan.
- Then what am I gonna do?

I lost my job.
My roommate kicked me out.

I live in my car.

- Lydia.
- Yeah?

Oh, my God. You're sure?

- Lydia Lydia, Dad's fiancée, Lydia?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I saw her name
on the parking notices: Lydia Sparks.

- And you're sure she's pregnant?
- She's out to here.

- What do we do?
- How the hell should I know?

- Well, should we call Pop?
- No. She says he dumped her.

Do we just not know him?

Or is he having some deranged,
late mid-life crisis?

Janie, she's living out of her car.
What if that's our--?

Our brother or sister?

Oh, my God.

Isn't there someone the children
can stay with while we talk?

- Maybe an older sibling?
- My children are very well-behaved.

Take a look at that.

- You didn't like Dr. Eve, did you?
- Not even a bit.

It's a pretty violent image.

It made my point
in a very visceral way.

So did shooting her.
That made your point, too.

She's a despicable person.

I don't even wanna share gender
by calling her a woman.

But I wouldn't stoop to killing her.

Hey! Finger out of your nose.

- Do you have children, Detective?
- I do not.

- It figures.
- How does it figure?

Your waist.

Even you would have trouble finding
a flattering bathing suit after nine children.

- Luckily, that's the only downside.
- Is that why you shot Dr. Eve?

- She didn't have stretch marks?
- I'm very proud of my womb.

Don't show me
your womb, Mrs. Miller.

- Okay, where were you last night?
- With my children.

And 20 other mothers
and their children...

...at my Wives Are About Kids meeting.

It's already on YouTube.
Would you like to see?

What made you think coming here
in person will change my mind, detectives?

We need that patient list, Your Honor.

There is nothing in your affidavit
to support your assumption...

...that evidence
will be discovered...

...if I allow you to trample
the rights of these patients.

Your Honor,
both doctors were killed in their offices...

- ...where they see their patients.
- I'm not convinced.

Absent a stronger link
between the crime and the patients...

...this is merely a fishing expedition.
Have a good day.

- Judge Allen, this is important.
- So is the law.

But without those names--

If you ever want me to sign
another warrant for you again...

...I suggest you leave my chambers.

Hey. Where are all your
little doctor death friends?

Enjoying a lecture on using silicon scalps
for terminal ballistics testing.

- Mm. And you're missing it?
- I know.

Because I needed to get away
from Dr. Pike.

- I think Pike is on the take.
- What?

He is using his position to privateer.

He's attacking foreign ships
during wartime?

I think he is taking kickbacks
to hawk a forensic vacuum.

Maura, this is very serious.

- It is?
- No. You haven't started the autopsy yet?

Pike is handing out hats
and pens and travel mugs.

- That is swag, detective.
- I'll get our Swag Unit on it.

I need to know how to entrap him.

Okay, take it easy, Serpico.

Can we please solve
our double homicide first?

Okay. Help me undress her.

Can you be childless
and have a good marriage?

No. With or without children,
marriage is miserable.

No. Not so. Studies show that
parents' happiness has held steady...

...since 1972 while non-parents'
happiness has dropped.

Did I tell you I'm starting
a new organization called, S.A.W.?

That's a hostile acronym.

It stands for Stuck At Work.

And I'm gonna be stuck here longer...

- ...if you don't get on it.
- Okay.

It's a shell casing.

Where's the bullet
that went through Dr. Rod?

Which means she was shot first.
Then he was shot...

...and the casing flew off into her sleeve.

Damn. No prints. Wait.

- Take this.
- Thanks. Here.

Oh, come on. Not again.
With this weird husband guy.

Look. "Hon, don't forget your
Brazilian wax appointment."

What--? How many times
do I gotta tell this guy?

I'm not your wife.
I forgot to tell you Frankie met Lydia today.

You're looking very, very guilty.
What are you not telling me?

I promised Tommy
that I wouldn't say.

Huh.

This looks very sharp.

Okay.

Okay. But don't get mad.

What? Tommy slept with Lydia?

I thought there wasn't
surveillance of the victims' offices.

There isn't. But I found a private
security camera aimed next door.

Thought I'd see if
maybe the killer walked by.

How would you know
if it was the killer?

Probably wouldn't, but I did find this.

Smart, Frost. That's a city car
collecting footage of Boston.

It drove by the Parkers' building
at 5:56 p.m. yesterday.

That's right before E.A.
had an appointment with Dr. Rod.

Check this out.

- She's headed right toward their building.
- Think we have enough landmarks...

...for facial recognition?

Won't know till we try.

Okay, she's pretty close.

Frost, a man is closer.

Oh, my God.

- E.A. is Eugene Allen.
- Judge Eugene Allen?

No wonder he wouldn't
sign the warrants.

Yeah, because he's a patient.
Well, maybe he's the killer, too.

- Want me to go with you?
- No, this one belongs to me and Korsak.

Go get him.

You can't go into his chambers.
You can't go in there.

How dare you enter my chambers.
Why wasn't that door locked?

- You're asking us?
- Stop staring and shut the damn door.

I believe I told you not to return
until you had a stronger link...

...between your crime
and Dr. Parker's patients.

That strong enough?

Did you kill him
because he knew your secret?

Dr. Parker helped me.

I'm finally enjoying my life, my work...

...because he encouraged me
to be myself.

Behind closed doors,
I am Eugenia Allen.

Okay, Eugenia.

Sign these warrants for Dr. Eve
and Dr. Rod's phone and patient records.

You think you can blackmail me?

You think you can block a homicide
investigation...

...to keep your personal life quiet?

Need a pen, uh, ma'am?

Thank you.

You have no idea how fun
Medical Examiners' parties can be.

Talk about the case. You'll fit right in.

So we got that patient list,
it's, like, over 200 people.

I'll look at the doctors' notes.

Maybe I can eliminate
the non-violent patients.

I mean, I think that Dr. Rod was the target.
I think Dr. Eve picked...

...the wrong time to go to the bathroom.
Oh.

For you, Detective Rizzoli.

And since you're so good
at stabbing people in the back--

I haven't reported you
to the B.B.V.B. Yet.

- Bullet and Blast Violation Board.
- Oh, my.

- Jane. Swag!
- Hmm.

Attention, Swag Units.

We have swag distribution in progress...

- ...at The Dirty Robber.
- This is very serious.

You could lose your Bullet
and Blast certification.

- Ugh. Not again.
- What? Another murder?

Another weird "Hon" message.

"Hon, waiting up for you."

Guess I should hurry home
since I've had my Brazilian.

- I think you should tell your mother.
- Where I wax is my business.

Lydia's baby might be her grandchild.

That baby might also be
her ex-husband's bimbo's kid.

Good thing Tommy's fishing in the Gulf.
I'm gonna kill him.

Maybe that's why your father
called off the engagement.

Because Lydia told him
that it might be Tommy's baby?

No, no. This can't be happening.

- Are you calling your father?
- No, I'm gonna call Frankie.

You can't tell him he might
be an uncle over the phone.

But....

Oh. It's so nice to let my hair down,
enjoy a few Long Island Iced Teas.

- How many have you had, Dr. Pike?
- Not more than four.

- Or is it five?
- Well, perhaps that's enough.

- You look stunning tonight, Dr. Isles.
- Excuse me?

You're like a wild cat, aren't you?

Lapping up that liquid...

- ...with your delicate pink tongue.
- Please stop.

I'm in love with you, okay? Since the
Outdoor Remains Recovery Course.

- What?
- But I've been desperately afraid.

I lost everything with my quest
to develop the perfect forensic vacuum.

I invested everything
in Particle-Vac, Maura. Everything.

Okay, stop. Stop.

- Hey.
- What?

- Lady says go away, Pike.
- Buzz off, Popov.

You have as much chance
with woman as dead Dr. Parker.

- No, the corpse has better chance.
- Come on. You want a piece of me?

- Let's go. Here. Let me help you.
- Okay.

- Put up ducks.
- These are dukes, you moron.

- Ah!
- What the hell?

You call me moron.

- Pike declared his love for me.
- What?

Hey. Hey!
You're drunker than Old Cooter Brown.

If you don't quit I'm gonna whip
you both so hard...

...you won't be able to sit down
for a week.

- Thank you.
- Sorry about that.

- How's your case going?
- We don't have much forensic evidence.

- I found a shell casing, but no prints.
- I've been working on this technique...

...I studied, where sweat can
sometimes corrode the brass casing.

So you think you might be able
to pull up a print?

- I might. I can look at it for you tomorrow.
- Yeah, that'd be great.

Thank you very much.

All right. Party's over. Let's go.

- And you're telling Frankie.
- I'm telling Frankie what?

- What do you wanna tell me?
- Maura knows about Lydia.

- That's what you wanted to tell me?
- No, okay, it's about Tommy.

- He, uh--I can't believe I can't say this--
- He slept with Lydia.

- What?
- Maura.

- Lydia?
- Lydia?

Oh, my God. Maura, she needs your help.

- I don't feel so good.
- This is Lydia Sparks.

She ran into my new car.

- It's nice to meet you.
- Can you tell the doctor what's wrong?

She's pregnant with your
grandchild and she's drunk.

- Oh, God.
- Oh!

- Come on.
- Let's get her on the couch. I got it, Ma.

- I got it. Here we go. Okay, easy.
- Take it easy, Frankie.

- Okay.
- I like couches.

- Yeah, well....
- Oh. You're really cute.

Ma, why would you bring a drunk,
pregnant stranger into Maura's house?

She came to the café to apologize.
She felt bad.

- So you cheered her up with malt liquor?
- We had dinner pasta, salad, some water.

- I have to pee.
- Again?

She just went.

- Lydia, are you thirsty?
- Uh-huh. I'm really thirsty.

- Frankie, call an ambulance.
- I need E.M.S. at 58....

Get her some orange juice.

- Can't she just sleep it off?
- I think she has gestational diabetes.

- How bad is that?
- Bad.

She's slipping into a diabetic coma.

Would you hold my hand?
I'm really scared.

Okay. Um....

It's gonna be okay, all right?
We're gonna take care of you.

It's like my mother
has a homing device for trouble.

That's where Tommy gets it.

We're throwing Lydia back
when she gets out.

Okay. But we're telling
your mother who she is.

- I'm calling a family meeting.
- What? It's not your family.

Well, it's my guest house,
and I only have a one-guest policy.

Okay. Let's see if we can
solve these murders first.

What? Fine. I will get Frankie and Ma
to The Dirty Robber later today.

Good morning, Dr. Isles.

You don't look very well-rested.
Guess you don't know your limit.

You don't remember?

Did you do something inappropriate?

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to prepare my presentation...

...on entrance and exit wounds.

You look stunning, detective.

Got my fingerprint enhancement device.
You ready to try it?

- Yeah. Follow me, Dr. Rube Goldberg.
- I'm surprised you know who that is.

Maura, 25 percent of the
population uses the Internet.

Oh. Not fair.
Doesn't count if you have to use Google.

Can't get these in a forensic supply catalog.

- I put this together myself.
- I never would have guessed.

So the idea is the electrostatic charge
allows the fingerprint powder...

- ...to adhere to the brass casing?
- Yep.

Dr. John Bond at Leicester University
developed it.

Classic electrostatic physics.

Shoot. I'm only an expert
in common electrostatic physics.

That's unbelievable.
You got a partial print.

There isn't enough ridge detail.

All I need is enough to compare it
to a list of patients.

No tented arch on this one.

How many patients
did we get elimination prints from?

110 out of total of 203.

Still got detectives out there,
trying to get the rest of them.

What the hell?

- What is it?
- Nothing.

What?

That's my phone number.

Uh....

Oh, my God, you thought
I was one of Dr. Parker's patients?

Nothing to be ashamed of.

You've hidden your delusional
disorders rather well, detective.

He called you three times last week.

I wonder why.

What? No.

Hey, Dominick. Uh....

How long are you gonna be?
This is my car.

- Oh, I'm so sorry. Um....
- That's okay.

- Ahh.
- It's okay.

- Can you just put that back on the rack?
- Yes.

- I'll move the truck.
- Thank you.

Hey, you know what?

Why don't you grab some ciabatta?
It's still warm. On the last rack.

- Okay. Thank you.
- Sure.

This one?

- Yeah.
- Thank you so much.

I'll see you later. Thank you. Ow!

I thought this would help
in the family meeting.

- What is it?
- It's a talking stick.

They've been used for centuries
by Native Americans.

Hey. What's going on?
Where's Jane? She said...

...we were
having a family meeting.

She will be here any minute.

Sit down, Ma.
Take the talking stick.

I don't want the talking stick.
I wanna know what this is about.

Well, the talking stick
has been used by many cultures...

...to designate
who has the right to speak.

Which means the both of you
have something awful to tell me.

Is this about Tommy?

Give me that stick!

Because I have a feeling that I'm going
to have to use this stick...

...to knock some sense into your brother.

Her car is still here.

She's not answering her phone.

She left over an hour ago
to meet you.

She did? Oh, my God. Where is she?

Mom. Come on.
I'm gonna get you home.

I'm gonna try and track the GPS
on her phone, maybe get a location.

I'll be back. Find her, okay?

- No signal on her phone. Can't track it.
- Come on, think.

- We're in the middle of a homicide case.
- We don't know if it's related.

- We know Dr. Parker called Jane.
- The dead guy? Why?

Don't know.

Well, wait. He treated patients
with severe delusional disorders.

It'd be his ethical obligation to warn her
if he was treating someone...

- ...who was a danger to her.
- Put up the patient list.

She was getting strange text messages.

Someone on this list knows something.

This could take all night.
We can't sit here and go through lists!

What about the partial print on the casing?

What if we tried to put
the two partial prints together?

The one from the glove
and the shell casing? It's a long shot.

We need a few more points,
rotate it to the left just a bit.

That might work. Run it.

That's the man who delivers
bread to the café.

Dominick Bianchi, served eight years
for stalking and maiming?

- He was Parker's patient.
- You got an address?

- It's just the bakery.
- Oh, hell.

Dominick has erotomanic
delusional disorder.

- Doesn't sound good.
- It's a serious psychiatric disorder.

He believes a stranger, most likely someone
of a higher status, is in love with him.

So he thinks Jane's in love with him?

Shh.

Hello, honey.
You missed your Brazilian wax.

- You were the one who was texting me?
- Of course I did, honey.

You're my wife.

- You took off my clothes?
- Oh, yeah.

Do you like your new outfit?

- Yes. Mm-mm.
- Yeah?

I love pink. And ruffles.

And kitten heels.

Oh, good.

- You look so beautiful.
- Thank you.

Dominick, my wrists really hurt.

Is there any way that we could
loosen these up just a little bit?

Oh, God, you are sly. No.

I'm gonna go out
and get dinner for us. Okay?

- Give me something.
- Checking his financials.

Okay, wait. He bought a bunch of
computer equipment recently.

- Looks like he set up a webcam.
- Maybe I can run a port scan.

What? You think you can track
him through the bakery website?

Trying a Telnet port.

Yes. I'm in.

He's sending this feed to his bakery
so he can watch it 24/7.

Oh, God. Jane.

That's her apartment!

No. Stay here.

Sergeant Korsak,
I don't see Dominick.

Go.

Damn it! She's not here.

Uh.... I couldn't see everything
in your bedroom.

So I figured as long as I got it close.

- Are the sheets okay?
- Yeah, they're fine.

- I don't remember having you over.
- You know the building across the street?

If you go up the fire escape,
you can see in your window.

- When you leave the shades open.
- Right.

You remember Hawaii?

Dominick, you know
we never went to Hawaii.

Yes, we did!

We had our honeymoon there.

We kayaked, you surfed for the first time,
we went to that all-you-could-eat luau...

...with the pig, remember?

Yes. Yeah, I remember now.

Liar.

Don't play me.

We didn't go to a luau.

Don't be like Dr. Parker.

- Did you tell Dr. Parker about me?
- Yeah.

I'm allowed to talk about my wife
with my therapist.

- Of course you are.
- Damn right!

Oh, baby, I'm sorry.

Oh, baby, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I deserved that. I'm sorry.

- Oh, God.
- What is she doing?

She has to make him stay
in the fantasy.

What if he comes out of it?

- We have to find her.
- He's live-streaming, but he's smart.

He's hiding the I.P. address. I can't find it.

Oh, my God.

- Jane.
- She sees it.

I love computers, Dominick.

- Just like you.
- I couldn't use one for a long time...

...but I read a lot about them
at Bridgewater State.

- Did you miss me?
- Yes, I did.

No, you didn't.
I wasn't there because of you.

I was there because of Emily.

- What happened to Emily?
- I will always love her.

- He threw acid in her face.
- Oh, my God.

I read about you in the paper.

I liked you when we were little and you
used to come into my parents' bakery.

You knew that you'd grow up
to marry me, didn't you?

Oh, yeah.

Wouldn't it be fun if we put ourselves
on TV as Mr. and Mrs. Bianchi?

That's only for me.
No one else can watch you.

Where do you watch me?

Are you ready for dinner?

Frost, if you're as good as I know you are,
you can see me right now.

Please tell me you can see me.

Frost, find me.

Please.

- I'm praying that somebody can hear me.
- Tell us where you are, Janie. Come on.

Tell us where you are.

Please let somebody hear me. Please.

Okay, I hear airplanes landing.

Must be close to the airport.
Less than half a mile.

And I hear a bell.

- The warning bell.
- The Chelsea Street Draw Bridge.

The Chelsea Street Draw Bridge.
And I smell fish.

- Processing plant.
- No, it's not enough.

There are hundreds of buildings
in that area.

Frost, zoom in on the radiator
and the window frame.

That's a cast iron radiator made in 1890,
and a window frame from the same era.

We're looking for a building
from the late 1800s.

By the plant? They're all torn down.

- Maybe we're not even close.
- Please, Frost, please. You gotta find me.

I got a building on Falcon Street.

- Built in 1891.
- That's it. Let's go!

Come on. Just eat.

No, thank you.
I would rather feed myself.

Fine. Starve then.

I heard you talking.
I know you were talking to someone.

- Dominick, I was talking to myself.
- Don't hurt her.

I'm gonna have to make sure
that you never look at anyone...

...or talk to anyone ever again!

- Boston police!
- Police!

Hands up, you son of a bitch!

- Jane, you okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.

- Frankie, get me out of here, please.
- I got you.

Okay. I'm okay.

Well, the worst part was the outfit.

Pink shoes. Vomit.

I think Dominick killed Dr. Parker
because he was trying to warn you.

Poor guy. And Dr. Eve got shot
just because she had to pee.

I mean, that's just wrong.

In Dominick's mind, Dr. Parker was
breaking up your marriage.

And what a marriage it would've been.
Did I show you my honeymoon pictures?

- Oh, you went on a honeymoon?
- My head did.

- Hmm.
- Apparently, we missed the luau.

I always wanted to go to a luau.

I'm thinking of freezing my eggs.

- Okay, how much wine have you had?
- Not much.

I don't think marriage is for me.
But I'd like to preserve my option...

- ...to have children.
- Okay.

I'll leave my eggs right where they are,
and we're gonna talk about something else.

- Like what?
- You and Dr. Pike.

- What a cute couple you'd make.
- Oh, very funny.

Very, very funny.

Bet he's a luau kind of guy.