All language subtitles for 310 Melt my heart to Stone

My class, no running.
Let's form one straight line.

I wish....

Okay, kids,
everyone in line on the count of three.

One, two, three.

Michael B.

I'm surprised I have to tell you twice.

Let's go.

But, Mrs. Johnson,
the statue's bleeding.

My class. Everyone here. Now.

Well, I think it would be cleaner
if you just--

I think it would be cleaner
if you don't make me hurt you.

Now, go back to your autopsy cave.

Can't wait to see his face
when he sees his new desk.

Are you certain
Frankie has this in the sack?

In the bag, Maura.

Cavanaugh said it was between him
and someone from another unit.

So it's gotta be Frankie.

Are you giving him
the Chogokin doll?

Action figure.

Yeah. Make him feel good
on his first day.

He needs a proper welcome.

We superglued your drawers
your first day.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. They still stick.

Oh, there's Lieutenant Cavanaugh.

Frankie's in a suit.

Somebody's getting promoted.

Please let it be good news.

Morning.

It's a big deal when we promote
someone to the Homicide Squad.

Today, that honor goes to somebody
who's been out there...

...putting their life on the line
for a number of years.

Please say hello
to Detective Riley Cooper.

Congratulations.

Sergeant Detective Vince Korsak.

- Welcome.
- Thank you.

I'm sorry we met
under such weird circumstances.

Yeah, me too.

Welcome aboard.

Thank you.

Homicide's been a dream of mine
for a long time.

Really? Was part of that dream
playing us both for fools?

Hey, I'm sorry.

Frost, you never worked undercover.
It's not easy.

So that makes it okay that you used us,
so you could get the promotion?

- Frankie, I'm so sorry.
- No, c'est la vie.

Oh, you're smart.

Yeah, I'll give you that.

Not the best way
to introduce yourself to us.

Yeah, I know.

So you knew who I was
when you moved across the hall.

I was living in a U.C. pad.

Stuff went down.

I feel safer living near another cop.

Excuse me.

- Rizzoli.
- Detective Cooper.

- Yeah.
- Get familiar with these open cases.

Okay.

Welcome to Homicide.

We got a possible body dump
near Grant Museum of Fine Arts.

- Jane. Give Riley your open cases.
- Yeah.

I spent a year
setting up that final bust.

I couldn't afford to let anyone know.

I understand.

The part I'm having trouble with...

...is the part where you led on
my partner and my brother.

I actually like them. Both of them.

Good. Then you'll figure out a way
to make it right.

Frankie has a right to be upset.

She did earn it.

I mean, she's been a detective
in the Drug Unit for five years.

Disappointment is a dangerous emotion
if it isn't processed.

I'd just hate to see him set himself up
for a life of misery.

That's ridiculous.

Read the research. And I'm worried
about your mother too. She's knitting.

- Yes. That is worrisome.
- I think it's a baby blanket.

The yarn is a fifty-fifty
cotton-acrylic blend.

Okay, yes, now we do have a problem.

All units, be on the lookout...

...for a woman
so desperate to be a grandmother...

...she is knitting
for the baby of Lydia...

...the slut who slept with her ex-husband
and her youngest son.

She's worried about what kind of future
that baby is gonna have.

And I'm not?

Lydia could barely tie her own shoes.

- Easy there. Let's turn her.
- Oh.

What? Did you pull something?

- I smell something: decomposition.
- Let's tilt her sideways first.

I cannot believe you can smell decomp
in bronze.

Well, it's a heavy particulate odor
detectable by some animals for miles.

Looks like the Venus de Milo.

I've been to the Louvre, Dr. Snob.

No!

It's not bronze, it's plaster.

She's very cool.

A dead woman
masquerading as a statue is cool?

No, the body. It's cold and it's exhibiting
signs of delayed decomposition.

- So she was frozen?
- No. Likely kept in cold storage.

So refrigerated, not frozen, got that?

The difference between 32
and 33 degrees is enormous, Jane.

Museum was updating
their electrical system.

- No power to the cameras.
- No security footage.

- The maintenance crew?
- Last guy here...

...says he fished trash out of the water
before he left at 7. She wasn't there yet.

Whoever killed her went to an awful lot
of trouble and took a huge risk.

Okay, I think it sucks.

Ma, you're like a truck driver
since you started working here.

- Hey.
- Yeah, whatever.

I'm sorry, Frankie.

However, I think it's an excellent opportunity
to start practicing...

- ...recovering from disappointment.
- Not now, Maura.

No. It's fine. I don't care.

- I care. What a deceptive little bitch.
- Ma.

- Okay. Riley was already a detective.
- You mean a professional liar.

Went out with me and Frost
to get information on Homicide.

I think you should protest.

What'll he do?
Walk around with a sign?

That could actually increase feelings
of disappointment.

Look, all right,
you gotta strap them on.

Take this like a cop, okay?

- Frankie, come on. You'll get your turn.
- No, I won't.

I'm gonna be taking 911 calls
for the rest of my life.

- Oh.
- Aw, Frankie, come on.

Oh, my God. What is he doing here?

Good question.

Oh, isn't he the really handsome guy
you used to go out with?

The one that never called again?

Maura, just who I was looking--
Oh, sorry.

That guy seems a little down.
I should give him a copy of my book.

"Release Your Inner Winner
and Win."

- Yeah.
- That's a nice photo.

Oh, thank you.
It's on the best sellers list.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Detective, we should get started
on the autopsy.

- Yes.
- Uh, oh, can, uh--

Can I just talk to you for a second?

I've been traveling, promoting my book.
I should've called or sent an e-mail.

- Yeah, you should've.
- Ma.

I'm having a book signing.
Down the street.

It'd mean so much to me
if you could come.

I can't. And excuse me.
We do need to get back to work.

Oh, it is going to be a long day.

- I'm fine.
- No, you're not.

You like that idiot.

- Oh, shh. I do not.
- Oh, please. You so do too.

Ugh.

He disappears for three months
and now I'm supposed...

...to just drop everything
to be a groupie at his book signing?

I think you'd make a good groupie.

"Oh, Dennis.
Will you release my inner winner?"

That's good. You should go.

How about I release my inner bitch?

Any guy who spends
that much time grooming...

...is not someone you want
to share a bathroom with.

Did you notice
the Cruella de Vil streak in her hair?

Hypopigmentation.

She's got track marks on her neck.

It's a long-term junkie
if she's using the jugular vein.

How long was she kept
in cold storage?

I could narrow it
to between two to six months.

Oh, yes. Gee, that is narrow.

Can't you find some freezer fuzz
to help out?

You could store a body right above
freezing temperatures indefinitely.

It took Dennis three months
to take me out of cold storage.

Maura, let that jerk go.

Ugh. I am trying.

She appears to be in her 50s.

Cause of death was asphyxiation.

No dental care for decades.

So we can't identify her
with dental records.

And without hands....

Uh, yes. Thank you, Maura.

Yes, no fingers, no fingerprints. Yes.

I, uh, checked ViCAP.

I found four unsolved murders
of prostitutes in Minneapolis...

...St. Paul, Jacksonville and St. Louis.

All strangled.

Were any put in cold storage
before they were dumped?

No, but look at this.

All of them had their arms cut off
and all were encased in plaster.

Did any of them have deep cuts
in their face like this?

No.

So this one was more personal.
We're looking for a serial killer.

Forensic psychiatry research
indicates most serial killers are men...

...with overwhelming hostility and rage
toward women, often their mothers.

And displaying his work
means he has a massive ego.

He wants recognition. Frost, where
were the other four women found?

Two playgrounds, a T-ball field,
and in front of a daycare center.

All locations used by kids.

And the four other women
were prostitutes.

Maybe that's where we start
with our victim.

Hi. You ever work Bay Village?

Yeah. What do you need?

Take that,
see if anybody recognizes her.

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

Make her work the open cases. I'll go.

Good idea, Frost.
Detective Frost is gonna go with you.

What?

Riley's a Homicide detective now.
You make it work.

Fine. I'm a professional.

Good. Take Frankie with you.
Remind him he's a professional too.

- You got any pants?
- In my car. Why?

That skirt won't help you in Homicide.

- How's it going?
- Fantastic. She's fitting right in.

The head of the Drug Unit
showed me her record. Impressive.

She got long-term undercover, and she
got big scores because of her work.

Yeah. She deserves the spot.
I don't have a problem with her.

Glad to hear that, Rizzoli.

You know, she has almost
as much potential as you did.

But I'm never gonna see
another Jane Rizzoli.

Thank you, sir.

You think Cavanaugh was saying that
Frankie isn't gonna get his gold badge?

Maura?

- Maura?
- Ow.

- What was that for?
- I hate to be ignored.

Dennis ignored me for three months.

Oh, my God. Like, he didn't even text?
Really? You want to know busy?

Like, I'm supposed to be
solving a serial murder.

I have never once
had an inner monologue like that.

Okay, heh.

Trace report is back.

The plaster is a common type
used in construction.

I also found these burns
on the soles of our victim's feet.

Ugh.

So the killer put out his cigarettes.

Likely inflicted perimortem.

So he tortured her
while he was killing her. What else?

Delivered one child via cesarean section,
then had a tubal-ligation procedure.

Healed scar tissue
indicates 30 to 40 years ago.

So I'm guessing she didn't want
a house full of kids.

Okay, let's go. It starts in 15 minutes.

- What starts?
- The book signing.

The one you're not going to?

- I changed my mind.
- I didn't.

The lab results take about 30 minutes.

I haven't had a lunch break
in three years.

I'm not spending a lunch hour
that I never take...

...listening to Dennis
"I love myself" Rockmond.

Sounds like a character from The Flintstones.

"Hi, I'm Dennis Rockmond."

Maura.

Maura!

What?

Hey, man, did you...?

Did I what, sleep with her?
Why? Did you?

Nothing here.

So, detective, what's your next move?
I'm just a lowly uniform.

And I've never been undercover.
What should we do, detective?

You could start by growing up.

This from a woman who practically
showed us her nipples at "hello."

Detective Frost,
how old is the victim?

- Fifties, maybe.
- Could be why no one recognizes her.

Oh, I can't keep up
with all this complicated detective talk.

Hmm. Hmm.

Excuse me.

Do you recognize her?

Oh, sure. That's Cruella.

- Cruella?
- Yeah. Evil-ass Cruella.

I know because she had
that little skunk streak.

Looking up "Cruella" in the alias file.

Rose, when did you last see Cruella?

Oh, beats me. That was one evil heifer.
Be yelling at me from across the street.

"Hey, ho. I got your tricks.
What you gonna do about it?"

Did, uh, Cruella have any regulars?

Child, she was lucky to make enough
to feed that fix of hers.

Got a name.
Rachel Dugan, 54 years old.

Can't remember
the last time you saw her?

Oh, yeah.
I saw her about three months ago.

I remember because I had
just bought this wig here.

Ooh. It's kind of shedding.

But, uh, how you like it?

So here I am...

...perfect childhood, loving parents,
failing out of college....

- He's a very dynamic speaker.
- I don't like him.

When the person that I needed
to look at was myself....

- Well, how can you say that?
- He didn't even bother to e-mail you.

- But he had speaking engagements.
- I took responsibility for my life....

- But why don't you like him?
- I don't like his hair.

- Or his teeth.
- Shh.

So I wanna thank you all
for your own commitment...

...to releasing your inner winner.
Thank you guys for coming.

Thank you.

Don't forget your inner bitch.

Maura, I'm so glad you came.

- Detective.
- Oh, no. Not a hugger, remember?

That's right.
Uh, listen, will you have coffee with me?

I'll just sign a few books,
and then we'll be out of here. Please?

Oh, gosh, Maura. I'm just desperate
to get back to our case. Aren't you?

Um, yes. Thank you. I can't.

Okay.

Good luck with the book sales.
Maura, come on.

- It was good to see you.
- You too.

- What is it?
- We've got another body dump.

Ride's closed for repairs. 911 caller
saw the thing spinning and called it in.

Can somebody turn off
this merry-go-round?

Carousel.
1926 Spillman Eng/Looff original.

Extremely fine, hand-carved horses.

Yeah, with an extremely un-fine,
hand-carved corpse riding it.

Listen, I got uniforms holding them back,
but the media are going nuts.

Can you blame them?
Dead women inside statues...

...is a lot sexier
than a city council meeting.

- We gotta manage this.
- We're working it as hard as we can, sir.

A killer who takes this kind of risk
is gonna be hard to stop.

Jane, you've gotta see this.

What, another power outage
with the security cameras?

No. This guy is smart.

The IQ of most serial killers
falls between 105 and 120 points.

This guy is Ted Bundy.
Look what he did with the cameras.

Took them out with a laser pointer.

Crap. There goes my fishing trip.

Six dismembered bodies...

...all dumped in places
that cater to children.

This is ego, Jane.
He wants us to know these statues.

These dead women are his creations.

What is it? What's wrong?

Nothing. It just reminds me of Hoyt.

Jane, he's dead.

He trained two apprentices.
Could be another one.

My head went there too, Jane.

Frost, see if there were
any persons of interest...

...on those other cases
with a tie to Hoyt?

On it.

Same cause of death, asphyxiation.

Was this one refrigerated?

Nope. Death occurred
in the last 24 hours.

Cigarette burns.

Yes. I've noted them.

She recently stopped lactating.

She just had a baby?

Second victim's tox screen
came back.

- This one's positive for heroin too.
- Thanks.

I found evidence of scar tissue
indicating excessive sexual activity.

So another junkie prostitute?

Maybe we're looking for a trucker.

Could the body been kept
in a refrigerated truck?

It's possible. I find it interesting
that the majority of serial killers...

...aren't reclusive social misfits
or monsters.

I find it terrifying. I think the guy that
shovels your driveway is a serial killer.

- You do?
- No...

...but I don't know
if even I could tell that he was.

Okay. I'm gonna go show this around.

What, now? It's 9:00 at night.

Yeah, well, I can't go home
knowing this animal is out there.

- Jane.
- Yeah?

Did you notice
that I didn't mention Dennis?

Yes, you did.

Thank you.

We're striking out in Bay Village.

I texted Rondo.
He's in the combat zone.

Maybe he can help us.

How's it going with Riley?

Oh, me and Frankie
are holding steady with the grudge.

- That's productive.
- Yeah.

Vanilla!

You see that?
You ring, I come running.

Oh, you working with the brother?

- Yes, she is. Hey, Rondo.
- Hey.

She works combat zone.
Ever seen her?

Oh, yeah, sure. That's Chrissy.

Can you give us anything more?
A nickname, maybe?

Uh, I think....

I think she goes by....

Uh, I think she goes by Rainbow.

She services the, uh, hard-core johns.

You know the names of her johns?

No, no. They ain't too friendly.

Jane, I think I got her.
Christine Sullivan.

Wait, wait, wait. That's my homey.

She'll be able to tell us. Kitty!

Come on.

Hey, Kitty, hey. These are my friends.

Somebody killed one of the girls
in the zone.

Oh, no. Poor Rainbow.

- Did she have regulars?
- Sure. Lots of them.

Did somebody choke her?

- How did you know that?
- It was Bear. Had to be.

- Who's Bear?
- He pays extra if you let him choke you.

Rainbow needed to feed that habit.
She'd do anything.

Can you give us a description?

- White? Black?
- A white guy.

- Did you see his vehicle?
- He drives a blue pickup.

- See anything in the back of the truck?
- Tools and things. He does construction.

Construction. Plaster, Frost.

Okay. Thanks, Rondo.
Thank you, Kitty.

So let's put a BOLO out.

We'll check construction sites
tomorrow.

I haven't been training this bonsai.
It's getting too big.

Oh, you should try knitting.
It's very soothing.

Unless you're knitting it
for a baby that could be...

...your husband's love child
or your first grandchild.

Angela, I'm so sorry.

I wish I could just walk away.

But that baby didn't have anything
to do with how he or she got made.

- Are you expecting someone?
- It might be Amazon.

I ordered some more of this soft yarn.
They deliver late.

- Dennis.
- Hi.

I know it's late. I couldn't sleep.

- I need to tell you something.
- Okay. Come in.

- Oh, hello.
- Hey. Good night.

- It's for you.
- Thank you.

Well, you know,
the, uh, day you saved me...

...literally brought me back to life
on that autopsy table...

...all I planned to do was thank you.

You did thank me.

And I'm a doctor, Dennis,
so you don't owe me anything.

I know. It's not that. It's....

Look, it's my parents,
they have the perfect marriage.

Thirty years and they're still in love.
They're soul mates.

Why are you telling me this?

I was so knocked over by you
that I got afraid.

And I jumped on a plane.
I buried myself in work.

I tried everything
not to think about you.

- You did?
- Yeah. I did.

I want what my parents have,
and I never thought that I'd find it...

...but...

...with you...

...it feels possible.

Uh-oh. Well, you either got a lot of sleep...

...or you did some sleeping
that didn't involve sleeping.

- Dennis stopped by.
- Mm-hm.

But I didn't sleep with him.
I haven't slept with him.

The last time, it was because,
well, I hadn't made my bed.

What stopped you this time,
visible dust bunnies?

Good. Keep playing hard-to-get.

Okay, they picked up our suspect
and his vehicle.

Todd Brown, nicknamed Bear.

Oh, I always wanted a good nickname.

- What's wrong with Poindexter?
- The same thing with Roly-Poly Rizzoli.

Maura.

All right, well, come on.
I need you to observe Mr. Bear.

What? I have work to do downstairs.

Please? You're the one
with the degree in forensic psychiatry.

I did one clinical rotation
in behavioral neuroscience.

That's one more than me. We need to
determine if this guy is our serial killer.

I should examine him
in a medical setting.

- Get in.
- Ow.

You can't do this,
arrest me and seize my truck.

I think we just did. Sit down.
Make yourself comfortable.

We've got time
while our team tears your truck apart.

I gotta tell you, Mr. Brown,
we really admire your work.

- Don't show me dead hookers.
- I didn't say they were hookers.

We have a witness who's seen you
with this hooker, Christine Sullivan.

I've been with a lot of hookers
and I'm not looking at their faces.

Besides, I got back problems.

I can't even lift my toolbox right now.
I'm not out there cutting up hookers.

Excuse me
while I consult with my colleague.

What do you think?

He seems to be rationalizing
maladaptive behavior.

What's that mean?

Psychopaths have
a sparse emotional life.

He doesn't appear to be a psychopath.
His emotions feel genuine.

He threw tools
at the officers who arrested him.

That says he's easily provoked
and violent.

- Ask him about his nickname.
- Okay.

Where did you get
the nickname "Bear"?

When I was a kid,
I looked really cuddly and chubby.

And when some kid called me "bear,"
I beat the living crap out of him.

Name stuck.

Okay, Bear. We're charging you
with assault with a deadly weapon.

What?

The trowel that you threw
at the two officers?

That's against the law.

- Ugh.
- We found plaster of paris in his truck.

We have hookers
who can testify he choked them.

We need to know
if he has any connection to Hoyt.

Hoyt liked to have other nut jobs
kill for him.

Plus, Brown was in the military.
I'm gonna run his records.

I'll check credit cards.

Maybe we can tie him
to cities where we had body dumps.

- Jane, what is it?
- Uh, looks like a letter from the killer.

"Dear boss, do you like my work?

Make sure you don't give
the wrong sculptor credit.

I'm about to sculpt
my finest piece of work."

- We got another body.
- What? Where?

The zoo.

Oh, I can see the headlines now.

"Medical Examiner Sniffs Out Clues."

Heavy particulate odor.

There is definitely a body inside.

That is why we're here.

You're not gonna believe this.
He took out the cameras again.

How the hell is he doing this
under our noses?

- What is it?
- An e-mail...

...from a St. Paul Homicide detective
working their prostitute case.

- And? Any connection to Hoyt?
- His name is Frederick Stone.

You're scaring me. Cut to the chase.

Frederick Stone once shared a cell
with Charles Hoyt.

I'm not seeing any bruising to indicate
that this victim fought back.

Same as the other two.

Probably because they were nodding out
on heroin. Maybe she was too.

Here's the tox screen on the third victim.

Thanks.

Not heroin. But she tested positive
for very high levels of cocaine.

That doesn't make sense.
Cocaine would make her agitated.

So why wouldn't she fight back?
Unless she was given a sedative.

Susie, run a wider panel.

Check for sedatives.

Latent checked. Trace checked.
DNA lab checked.

Nothing on the letter or the envelope.

Told you he was smart.

That's why we have seven bodies.

Maura, there has to be a way to figure out
how long Cruella was in cold storage.

Two to six months
is a pretty big window.

No traces of mold, which indicates...

...she was kept in a controlled
environment at exactly 33 degrees.

So the window could be much larger.

Several weeks to many months.

Did you make it larger
because I said I hated Dennis' hair?

No.

Possibly.

Hives.

Serves you right.

So maybe Frederick killed Cruella,
stuck her in a refrigerator...

- ...and then went on a killing spree.
- One per city till he got back to Boston?

Mm-hm. This does seem like home.

- What?
- What is it?

Can you guys keep this moving?
Something's up with my mother.

- Relax. Breathe.
- Oh, it hurts!

Jane! Help!
I think Lydia is going into labor.

Maternity ward's a great place
to have a baby.

- Want me to call your mom?
- No. She hates kids, especially babies.

And there is no way
I am going to a hospital. Aah!

She already sent away
a team of paramedics.

I left a message for Tommy
to get over here.

- It's his baby. He has to know.
- What if it's Dad's?

Oh, he tore up his parent card when
he slept with someone younger than us.

I want my baby
to be born with his family.

Okay, we need to get her to a hospital.

Oh, no. I am an adult. You cannot
make me go there if I don't want to.

This is not your family.
Why did you come here?

It's my baby's family,
and you're such good people.

My little baby
didn't do anything wrong.

Frankie, you pulled me
off a car-washing job.

What's the emergency?
You lose your handcuffs?

- Lydia?
- Tommy?

Uh, hey. Uh, good to see you.

Oh, my gosh. I just--

It was a false alarm.

Oh, Mrs. Rizzoli,
do you think you could forgive me?

- I'd love a hamburger.
- Oh, me too.

Okay. I'm a little conflicted here, okay?

You had intimate relationships...

...with both Tommy
and my creep of an ex-husband...

...and you never bothered to tell me
who you were when we met?

Oh, I can see why you don't want
to get her a burger, but what did I do?

- That!
- I didn't do that.

- Did I do that?
- Maybe.

I'm really sorry, Mrs. Rizzoli,
you know?

But now that I'm bringing
a new life into this world...

...I'm gonna turn over a new leaf.

And what about you, Thomas?

ell, I'm definitely wearing condoms
from now on.

- Ha, ha. It's just--
- Okay, as a sign of goodwill...

...I'm gonna make you both burgers.

But...

...nobody
is gonna call me "grandma"...

...until I know who the father
of that baby is.

What?

So, what's the plan now, Dad?

I don't know.
Maybe I could get a job painting houses.

Oh, yeah. He's totally ready
to become a father.

- Wait. Where are you going?
- I'm sorry, Frankie.

I got three dead women, okay?
I'm going back to my case.

No. Jane. Jane!

Maura?

Oh, my God. Ah. You scared me.

I am so sorry. I....

It's probably not okay
that I came through the back, is it?

Uh....

Well, now that you have, why did you?

Okay. Well, it's my birthday.

- Happy birthday.
- And I needed to come here today.

I wanted to relive the highest
and the lowest parts of my year.

Wow.

This is, uh--
This is where they wheeled me in.

You'd been declared dead.

Yeah.

If it wasn't for you, I'd be in the ground.

Yeah, I know--
I'm sure you probably can't, but....

But what?

I would give anything
to celebrate my birthday with you.

Uh, well, I'm....

I'm actually waiting on some results. Um....

- Birthday dinner?
- Heh.

Well, yes. That--Wow.

That would be--
That would be incredible.

Got an ID on the third victim,
21-year-old Debbie Rowlings.

- Prostitute?
- Yeah.

Arrested for child endangerment.

Her newborn was taken from her
a few weeks ago.

Another new mother.

Frost, did the other four victims
all have children?

Yeah. Looks like it.

- So our killer deeply resents mothers.
- Drop locations are symbolic to him...

...and seem like a big "F you"
to mothers and children.

Why cut off their arms
and pose them like statues?

The Venus de Milo is Aphrodite,
the goddess of love and beauty.

Says here the draping's supposed
to make her more sensual and erotic.

So in our killer's mind,
she's some crazy mixed-up symbol...

...of love and eroticism.

- All right. Come on in.
- Thank you.

Oh, wow.

What a gorgeous space.

The one thing I hate about my job
is having to be gone from here.

You have a private elevator.

Sorry we had to take the stairs.
I have to get it repaired.

Oh, careful.

Wouldn't want you falling three stories.

- So how old are you today?
- Thirty-six.

Yeah, my mom called me
this morning to remind me.

She calls me first thing
and sings me "Happy Birthday."

- That's very sweet.
- Yeah. I couldn't ask for a better mother.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Thanks.

Jane, good news.

- Frederick Stone turned up.
- Where?

Arrested in Denver on a DUI.
Still there. Couldn't post bail.

- So he's not our killer.
- Nope.

And Todd Brown isn't our killer.

Okay. All of our victims
had really young children.

Except for Rachel Dugan a.k.a. Cruella
who's much older than everybody else.

- What do we know about her kid?
- Think it was a son.

Yeah, right here. Mark Dugan.
He'd be 36 now.

- What happened to him?
- Says he was taken away...

...after repeated episodes of abuse.

She ever burn him with cigarettes?

Yeah.

- On the soles of his feet.
- We need to find him.

- Made a ward of the state when he was 5.
- Keep digging, guys.

I'm sorry.
I gotta take care of something.

Don't you touch me!
Don't you frigging touch me!

I called Maura. Not answering.

- Oh, God.
- Oh, God! Get it out!

Okay, Lydia, Lydia, Lydia.

Let the paramedics
take you to the hospital.

- No!
- Jeez, this girl's got some pipes.

Okay, okay.
I think the baby is coming.

Listen. Lydia, push.

- No, Lydia, don't push.
- Aah! It's really stuck.

- Tommy, help!
- Okay, okay. Is that it?

Oh, jeez!

She wants someone with medical training.

- Where are you going?
- Away from that.

- Aw, come-- Find anything on Mark Dugan?
- Should we do something?

Babies are born every day.
We got a killer on the loose.

Turn around.
I don't need you passing out.

- What did you find on Dugan?
- You want to talk about that?

What? She's between contractions.
Talk fast.

He bounced around
from foster home to foster home.

He ran away at 8 and found
his working-girl, drug-addicted mother.

She abused him some more before she
dragged him to another foster home.

- All right.
- Everything okay?

- Yeah. Fine.
- Uh, okay.

One of the senior criminalists was looking for
you. Tox results are back on the third victim.

- Do you have them?
- Nobody knows me down there.

- I'll see you upstairs.
- Okay.

I'll introduce you to everybody.

Don't you wanna know if it's a boy or a girl?

Why don't you text me
when you find out who the father is?

- Come on, Pop. Let's go.
- Go where?

So I try to make sure that I can be here
whenever Dr. Isles does an autopsy.

Maura?

Hello, detective. I have results
on the additional tox screen.

Oh, great. Thanks.
Uh, this is Detective Cooper.

She just joined Homicide.
Where's Dr. Isles?

Oh, I think she stepped out
to have dinner with Mr. Rockmond.

Dennis? Hmm.

You found Inderal
in the third victim's system?

- Oh, no.
- What is it?

Inderal was used as a sedative
so the killer could kill our third victim.

Dennis Rockmond nearly died
of an Inderal overdose.

I still don't understand.

And...

...he sculpted this hand for Maura.

Riley, get all units
to Dennis Rockmond's address.

Frost, get Korsak.
Meet me outside. Now!

Classic art
idealized the human form...

...but artists often didn't understand
key aspects...

...like the layering
of intercostal muscles. You do.

I take tremendous pride
in everything I do.

That's probably why you're
such a wonderful public speaker.

Come here.
Let me show you my work.

Dugan, get your hands off of her!

- Maura, you okay?
- What are you doing?

Look behind you, Maura.

- See that pedestal?
- Don't shoot, he'll cut her throat.

See that?
That's where I do my real work.

You were gonna be my next creation.
I was gonna honor you.

Just like my mother, you gave me life.

You must think you're real smart.

No, no. We're just lucky.
You're much smarter than us.

You're damn right. Not even the genius
Dr. Isles could keep up with me.

Please, please.

Are you begging me, huh?
Keep begging.

- God, I like it when they beg.
- Oh, my God!

Wait, wait. Look, look, look.

We're all in your hands, okay?
We're all in your hands.

- You find my mother's hand?
- Yeah.

You understand why I had
to take both of them, right?

So she couldn't hurt you anymore.

I left my creations at all the places
that I wanted to go with my mommy.

Wait. No, no, no. Wait.

Why hurt Maura? Come on.

Because her healing hands brought me
back to this earth! That's why!

Oh, my God.

And now mothers maybe
will finally listen.

Treat your kids right. Because you
never know who they'll grow up to be.

Oh, my God! Aah!

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

How could I not know?

- How could I not know?
- Come on. Listen.

He evaded four different jurisdictions,
okay?

Including us. Okay?
You said it yourself.

They're not all reclusive monsters, okay?

You couldn't have known.
You couldn't have known.

Oh, God. I should've known.

You haven't said a word
in over an hour, Maura.

I'm just trying to process
the worst day of my life.

Come on.
Stop beating yourself up, Maura.

We all met him.
None of us spotted him.

You know, the best behavioral
psychiatrists in the world will tell you...

...that serial killers get away with it
because they appear so normal.

Ugh. Why couldn't you two do
something else for a living?

- I thought about being a ballerina.
- Yes, you did.

And you were so good at the fouettés.

And then I wanted to be a goalie
in the NHL.

Oh, that must be my yarn.

My God, woman.

How much yarn do you need
for a baby blanket?

And speaking of babies,
I guess I have to ask, girl or boy?

Is it the yarn?

It's Lydia's baby.

She left him on the doorstep.

Hi, baby.