All language subtitles for 312 Love the way you Lie

Controversial author
of the bestselling memoir, Suicide Boy.

I hear rumors that you're writing...

...an explosive follow-up
to Suicide Boy.

Maybe.

Come on, Ethan, open up. It's me, Juliet.

Unlock the door.

I'm dying to know
why Cavanaugh brought us all in early.

Me too. Can't be good news, right?

Maybe Angelina Jolie
is playing a homicide cop...

- ...and wants to do a ride-along.
- Heh. Yeah, that must be it.

Man, no coffee? What the hell?

- What?
- Try some green tea.

Only 15 milligrams of caffeine.

- Anybody want fresh mint for their tea?
- How nice. Thank you.

- No. We want caffeine.
- I'm not allowed to serve coffee today.

- Said who?
- Morning.

- Him.
- I'm sure you're all wondering...

...why I asked you in early today.

Actually, we were wondering
where the coffee is, sir.

I'm glad you asked. Because
the Homicide Squad is taking part...

...in Week of Health.

- Are you raising your hand?
- Dr. Isles?

I'm happy to do whatever I can
to support this program.

- Swell.
- Why?

Is it because 70 percent of all
medical costs are related to smoking...

...physical inactivity,
poor food choices and stress?

Well, yes. Which leads to higher
than average mortality rates for cancer...

...suicide and heart disease.

Maybe because somebody took
their coffee away.

On average, police officers only live
two to five years after retiring.

- What?
- What?

She's right. And I'm not standing by
letting my people drop dead.

So, what do we do?

Well, Mrs. Rizzoli and Detective Rizzoli,
I'd like to ask you to join Dr. Isles...

- ...as our "wellness captains."
- What?

How about a nice big round of applause
for our new "wellness captains."

All right.

Mrs. Rizzoli will provide meals,
Dr. Isles will guide us in meditation...

...and Detective Rizzoli will lead us
in physical activity breaks.

Why didn't you give me a heads-up?
I could've stopped at Boston Joe's!

Oh, this aggressive behavior
proves you're a caffeine addict.

Let's take a moment and celebrate
that Cavanaugh wants us to be captains.

- Yes.
- He wants us to be hall monitors, Maura.

We gotta go.
Got a high-profile suicide.

Great. Come on, Frost.
We can stop and get some coffee.

- Detective Frost?
- Yes?

I'm Eric Palmer,
and this is my son, Bradley.

You arrested Quentin Morris.
He, uh, killed my girlfriend, Katrina.

Right. The prep-school murder
out in Amherst. I'm very sorry.

Don't be. Quentin Morris lost
his last bid for a new trial.

- His final appeal was denied yesterday.
- Really? Uh....

It wasn't my case.
I hadn't been following it.

At least Quentin Morris will pay
for what he did to her.

I'm sorry, um,
we're late for a crime scene.

Of course. But please, take this.

I can't accept anything.

It's made out to the Police Athletic
League in your honor.

It's a small token of our gratitude.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Twenty-five grand? That's some token.
- Yeah.

- What's the matter?
- I don't know.

I guess I was hoping Quentin Morris
would get one more shot at it.

Why? You think he's innocent?

There was a lot of evidence that
connected him to the rape and murder.

Oh, I remember.

He was a gifted black kid on scholarship
out at Sudbury Academy.

- A ritzy prep school.
- He hid out in Roxbury.

State Police asked us to arrest him.

So, what's bugging you?

I don't know.
Maybe I just need some coffee.

- Victim was a famous author.
- Is his name Jules Verne?

Nice literary reference.
Do you see hints of Dickens too?

- Victim was a steampunker.
- A who?

Steampunkers revere
Victorian-era fashion and technology...

- ...but add a punk spin.
- Uh-huh.

Damn.

It's Ethan Slater.

"Suicide Boy is a harrowing memoir
of Slater's drug use...

...depression and his attempted suicide."
Sounds good.

Well, look at you, going all Gen Y.

It was a best-seller.
Made Slater rich and famous.

- You find a suicide note?
- Yeah.

His editor found his body.
Note was in the typewriter.

She was coming for the manuscript
for his new book.

"I can no longer live with the lies."

- So, what's in the new manuscript?
- Wasn't here.

Slater wrote his books
on this manual typewriter.

You mean there was only one copy?

- This is dope.
- What? What is it?

Looks like a laptop
in a steampunk case.

Phew. I'm glad he wasn't too retro-cool
to own a computer.

This is an unusual knot.

It's an Alpine Butterfly Bend.
I use it on my boat.

It's not an easy knot to tie.

The ligature marks on his neck
are inconsistent with a suicide.

- Are they consistent with a homicide?
- Hmm.

Okay, I'll make it easy for you.
Door Number 1: Suicide.

Door Number 2: Homicide.

Door Number 3: Suspicious death.

Thank you for playing the Annoy
The-Uncaffeinated-Detectives game.

- I thought you stopped for coffee.
- Ugh. Line was too long.

Looks like Ethan only used
his computer for e-mail.

So where's the manuscript?

So these are the 10 tips to de-stress.

- Here, take that.
- What are you doing, Ma?

Oh, ladies.

Please empty your pockets
of any unhealthy snacks.

- Oh.
- Ah!

Maura, here is your mid-morning snack.

- A quinoa wrap? Barf.
- Oh, look. A smiley-face sticker.

Why do I have a sad sticker?

Because a bad attitude
is bad for your body.

Well, give me the bad-ass sticker then.

Frost had a doughnut this morning.
What's gonna happen to him?

Excuse me, Detective Frost?

I'm Vonda Morris,
Quentin Morris' mother.

I heard his appeal was denied.
I'm sorry.

My boy didn't kill that girl.

I can't imagine
how difficult this must be for you.

You're a good man.
That's why I'm here. I need your help.

Please.
You have to look at the case again.

Mrs. Morris, the crime occurred
outside our jurisdiction.

It was a State Police investigation.

You met Quentin.

- You talked with him.
- Yes, I did.

He had so much going for him.

- I'm really sorry.
- I know he didn't kill that girl.

Somewhere inside, you know it too.

The evidence against him
was overwhelming.

There's really nothing I can do.

I'm sorry.

You can't change the evidence, Frost.

There's a sticky substance...

...alongside the ligature marks
on his neck. I'll have Trace run tests.

That old prep-school case
is really eating away at Frost.

Tell him to take probiotics.
It's good for anxiety.

It's time for your five-minute meditation.

Turn that off, please.

Meditating lowers stress,
it improves focus.

- I don't wanna have to report you.
- Report me?

- You're gonna report me?
- Well, I have to.

- Lieutenant Cavanaugh insisted.
- Okay, 50 push-ups.

Now. I don't wanna be forced
to report you.

- Is this a bad time?
- Not at all.

The victim's blood-alcohol results
are back. He was intoxicated, 0.18.

Poor guy was out of it
when he killed himself.

The pedicles of both C-2 vertebra
were intact.

It wasn't a hangman's fracture.

What, does that mean
it's not a hanging death?

Well, I'd expect to see an injury from
a sudden, forceful hyperextension.

This is an asphyxiation.

Okay, I haven't had any coffee, so can
we stick to "strangled" or "hung"?

- Try again.
- Strangled.

- Good.
- Then hung.

Why me?

Maura, the splinters on the beam should
be pointing in the opposite direction.

If he was hung. If he was strangled,
then hoisted up in the air--

The splinters would look like this.

Suicide Boy was murdered.

- What's yours say?
- Shh.

Mine's 140 over 90.

- Huh. The same as mine.
- Frost, that's not good.

Oh, but it's fine for me?

He's uptight about the Morris case.

I heard the kid lost his final appeal.
That what got your blood pressure up?

His mother was here
putting pressure on him.

Thinks her son's innocent.

- Oh, that's tough.
- Maybe I should've done more.

- Like what?
- Don't know.

Well, Frost, take an hour
to go through the case.

It'll make you feel better.
As your wellness captain, I insist.

Heh. No. Uh, now that we know it's a homicide,
the Slater case takes precedence.

I gotta give it to this kid.
He sure could write.

We need that manuscript.
Is there anything in his phone records?

He was the only person
in Boston without a cell phone.

He sent a lot of e-mail.

Correspondence with his editor,
Juliet Randall.

- What do we know about her?
- She's based in New York.

She came to pick up the manuscript.

- Did you confirm when she arrived?
- No. Maybe she drove.

She wasn't on any flights.
I think she and Slater were lovers.

The e-mails between them
are pretty cozy.

Check out this photo she sent him.

- Hmm.
- All right, this is interesting.

Slater dedicated his book to
"An editor I would sail with on any sea."

Juliet is a member of a sailing club.

Bet she could tie
an Alpine Butterfly Bend knot.

Slater sent Juliet
an e-mail three months ago...

- ...saying the manuscript was finished.
- So why was she just coming in now?

We need to talk to her.

I sent Frankie to bring her in.

Nice.

It's physical activity time.

No, it is not. I'm going to kill her.

That should fulfill
the physical activity time for today.

Glad to hear you're leading everyone,
Captain Rizzoli.

Yes. Yes, sir. Uh, yes.
Everybody up. Stand up.

On your feet.
Because we are jogging.

We are jogging in place.
Doesn't that feel good?

Detective Rizzoli?

- Yes. Isn't--?
- Janie!

- What? God.
- Brought in your suspect.

When you're finished
with your calisthenics...

- ...maybe you wanna talk to her.
- Thank you.

Oh, stop.

I'm telling you, I don't know
where the manuscript is.

You came to Boston
to get it though, right?

Ethan called me two days ago.

Said that if I didn't show up,
he would burn it.

- Sounds like he was angry with you.
- It was mutual.

He was three months
past his deadline.

Were you romantically
involved with Ethan Slater?

Not really.

- Not really?
- Look, it was never anything.

We think you came to make sure
Ethan didn't burn that manuscript.

When he wouldn't give it to you,
you staged his murder to look like suicide.

Suicide Boy finally does it.
Bet that'd be good for sales.

You're wrong.

I flew up early this morning
and I went straight to his apartment.

He was dead when I got there.

That's funny, your name
isn't on any flight manifest.

- I flew up on a private jet.
- We'll need that tail number.

Of course.

Ethan was a brilliant writer.

I really hope
that his manuscript wasn't lost.

The tail number.

- Detective Frost. Come in.
- I'm sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt.

Would you like to join me
in a meditation?

Actually, I was wondering if you could
take a look at an old autopsy report.

The prep-school murder.

Jane mentioned
that you were concerned about it.

Quentin Morris' DNA was found on
the victim, Katrina Livingston.

An eyewitness testified
he left her dorm around the time...

...she was raped and murdered.

- You'd like me to review the autopsy?
- Yeah.

I don't know
why I'm worrying about this now.

Do you identify with Quentin?

I was one of three black kids at an elite,
all-white prep school.

I just keep thinking
with so much evidence...

...against one kid who didn't belong,
maybe they didn't look any further.

I'll look through this.

Would you look
at my interrogation of Quentin too?

- What am I looking for?
- Something I'm not seeing.

I haven't thought of this case
in two years.

Why am I sweating it now?

It doesn't matter why, Frost.

If there's something to find,
you and Maura need to find it.

Could be nothing,
but my gut's been jumping all day.

Yeah, mine too.

Maybe it's because
of these dried beets.

Ugh. Try this stuff?
Tastes like sweat and rotten celery.

Stop drinking it,
and stop drinking your own sweat too.

Jane, something's going on with Ma.

Maybe she ate too many chia seeds.

Jane, she's growing herbs.

Uh-oh.

Did you spot cannabis
between the basil and the rosemary?

- She hasn't gardened since Pop left.
- Oh, no.

I hope she's not enjoying
her life again.

She's suddenly interested
in lip balm...

...and asked me if the pants
she was wearing made her look fat.

That is bad.
Oh, that's a bad sign.

I told you.

You can stop pretending
like you're working, Korsak.

- You're screwing around with the book.
- Oh, yeah? Listen to this.

"I met Sadie in a suicide chat room."

What is wrong
with kids these days?

I'm waiting to hear the working part.

"Sadie was into steampunk
and suicide too.

We made a pact to end our lives.

We said goodbye in the chat room
that brought us together."

Slater tried to kill himself
as part of a suicide pact?

Yeah. According to his book,
Sadie was successful.

Well, maybe somebody close to Sadie
blames Suicide Boy for her death.

No record of any Sadie committing
suicide in Boston in the last two years.

Maybe Slater made her up
for dramatic effect.

Yeah, like that guy on Oprah
that wrote that fake memoir.

- Oprah?
- What, I can't have a sensitive side?

Maybe he changed her name
so he wouldn't get sued.

Oh, he did.

"Names have been changed
to protect the not-so-innocent."

Frost, look up Slater's 911 call
for his attempted suicide two years ago.

See if it's still in the system.

Found it. February 12, 2010.

911. What's your emergency?

I need an ambulance.
I slit my wrists. I'm bleeding.

Any other suicide calls that day?

Well, someone reported a suicide.
Kevin Baker.

911. What's your emergency?

I'm at 5392 Stone Avenue. Oh, my God.

My sister, she, uh.... She slit her wrists.
Tamara! My God.

Here's the police report.
Tamara Baker, 19.

- Her brother found her body.
- She was a steampunker.

Maybe Tamara Baker was Sadie.
Running Kevin Baker's name.

Whoa. Check out her brother's website.

I'm thinking
maybe her brother blamed Ethan Slater.

Looks like Kevin holds a grudge.

Frost, click on that video link.

Suicide is not something
you write about and make money off of.

This sick punk coward
took my sister from me.

Here's what I think about him
and this piece of trash.

I hope he burns just like it.

Only 40 views. Didn't find much
of a sympathetic audience.

It must have pissed him off more when
Suicide Boy sold five million copies.

Let's bring him in.

What? Maura's got something?

- It can wait.
- Frost, go. We got this.

State Police are on their way,
Quentin.

- You're looking at murder.
- Murder?

Dawg, this is crazy.
I did not murder Katrina.

I don't know
what they're saying...

...and I get why Sudbury Academy thinks
it's me, but I didn't do this!

Both of Quentin's upper eyelids
droop slightly...

...his eyes lose focus,
the corners of his lips pull down.

Okay. So, what does that mean?

Quentin's microexpressions indicate
that he was under great duress.

He was about to be charged
with murder.

It's not fear projected on his face.
It's anguish. Grief.

There's something you're not telling me.

You gotta believe me, detective.

Man, I didn't do this.

Then give me something I can work with,
Quentin.

Me and Katrina were together.

Okay, nobody knew
but her homegirl, Ann.

All right, just ask Ann. Please.

Who is Ann?

Katrina Livingston's best friend.
She lived across the hall.

She was the Commonwealth's
star witness.

Is the person you saw exiting
the victim's room in the courtroom?

Yes.

That's him.

Let the record show
that the witness has identified the defendant.

Did Katrina ever tell you...

...that she had an intimate relationship
with the defendant?

She was going out with Bradley.

And Quentin took her from Bradley.
From all of us.

She doesn't answer her question.

You're right. She dodges it.

Her face also exhibits hot spots.

She's attempting to convey anger
and disgust.

But her raised, drawn together eyebrows
indicate that she's masking deep fear.

Quentin begged me to talk to Ann.

She was probably terrified
by the time the State Police got to her.

Well, it wasn't your case, Frost.
It still isn't.

What do I do, Dr. Isles?

Pursue the truth.

Ann has more to say.

- I'm sorry about your sister's suicide.
- It wasn't a suicide.

Tamara was murdered.

The report says she slit her wrist.
Are you saying she didn't?

I'm saying Ethan Slater got in her head
and talked her into killing herself.

She's bleeding out, he's calling for help.
That's murder.

She dies. He lives
and makes a fortune writing about her?

So you took justice
into your own hands.

Your sister killed herself,
you killed Ethan Slater.

I wish.

I've fantasized about killing
that bastard a million times.

Slashing that punk
across his stupid face. I dream about it.

Sounds pretty real to me, Kevin.

I wish it had been me.
I wouldn't have let him go so easy.

- But I didn't do it. I got an alibi.
- Yeah, where were you last night?

Thirty stories in the air.

I'm a crane operator.
I work the graveyard shift.

You could check it out.

Close your eyes.

- How much longer?
- Ugh. You're insufferable.

"Are we there yet?"

Just quiet the chatter
in the monkey mind.

Inhale deeply through your nose.
Exhale.

- Did you hear that?
- Try not to attach to the ambient noise.

No, it sounded like it was coming
from the guest house.

Maura! Maura!

- Ma, what the hell's going on?
- He fell. Hurry, please.

- Uh, no.
- Ma!

Sean?

- Sean?
- Oh, my God. Is that Cavanaugh?

- Jane, call 911.
- No, no.

- No?
- I said, no.

- That's an order.
- Angela, get me a towel.

- Okay.
- And his pants too while you're at it.

What the hell happened to me?

It appears you experienced
a vasovagal episode.

- I went outside to get some air.
- You live in Dorchester.

- I got light-headed is all.
- Is that how your pants fell off?

- Jane, don't embarrass him.
- Him?

I've never been so embarrassed
in my life.

Dizziness could have been caused
by sexual arousal...

...and the rush of blood to your genitals.

- Oh, my God.
- Okay.

We weren't making love.
We were just making out.

I'm gonna have a vasovagal episode
if you don't stop. Please. I beg you.

- Okay, you should go to the hospital.
- No.

Maybe you could just stitch
his head up.

Well, we need to know
what caused this.

When was the last time you ate?

Well, he got his meals at the cafe,
same as you two.

Well, I might have skipped lunch and dinner.

You said my healthy food
was sensational and delicious.

He meant your healthy food
was silent and deadly.

Well, a butterfly bandage might close this up.

How long have you and my boss
been seeing each other?

We are not going there.

You are in a slip and my boss is on
my best friend's couch in his underwear.

What do you have to say
for yourself?

Well, I still think
you need to be seen in the ER.

No, look, no one else can know
about this incident.

I'm just gonna get in my car
and go home.

All right.
At least let me, uh, drive you home.

Please tell me I'm asleep
and that was a dream.

Okay, come on, guys.
Like 20 more seconds.

I've gained two pounds on this program.
Do you think I'm building muscle mass?

I'm sure it's not the doughnuts
in your drawer.

Oh, I saw you eat
a contraband doughnut this morning.

You wellness snitch.

- Nice jogging, Rizzoli.
- Thank you, sir.

- What happened to your head?
- Oh, I slipped and fell.

So where we at on the Slater case?

Uh, well, both the suspects have alibis.
So nowhere, really.

Slater used pseudonyms for the addicts...

...and chat-room suicide folks
he wrote about.

Okay, so, uh, run them down, people.

- What's going on with him?
- Too many whole grains?

I'm thinking that old dog
got some last night.

You guys gotta hear this.

I hear rumors that you're writing
an explosive follow-up to Suicide Boy.

Maybe.

We all have to stop hiding
and do the right thing.

That's all I can say right now.

Well, maybe there was something
in his second book.

Maybe he was gonna reveal something
that got him murdered.

"I looked down at the blood flowing
from my wrists like a river.

I let it pool in my lap.

It took nearly dying
to figure out I wanted to live."

Where did Slater go
after he was treated at Mass General?

Uh, after Slater was discharged...

...he did 90 days of rehab
at the Breyer Mental Health Center.

Maybe he met somebody there.

Who didn't want their
story in his book.

Who runs it?

- A Dr. George Breyer.
- I'll poke around.

Is it okay if I talk to Maura
about the prep-school murder?

Yeah. You don't have to ask us. Go.

Detective Frost, this is Ann Stephens.

Thank you for coming in
to talk to us about Katrina.

I'm not really sure why I'm here.

I already told the jury everything
I know.

We wanted to ask you
a few questions about Katrina...

- ...and Quentin Morris.
- He murdered her.

I testified.
I have nothing else to say.

We think
you're holding something back.

Whatever it is, it's still bothering you.

Now's the time.

I'm not.

His attorney did this to me too.

Your body is giving you away.

There's something
you're holding back.

- I warned her.
- Katrina?

- You warned Katrina?
- She wouldn't listen.

She'd already fallen for him.

He wasn't really one of us.

I told her not to let him in her room.

- You mean Quentin?
- Yes.

- So they were involved?
- Yes.

Why didn't you tell anyone that?

Because then I'd be helping him
get away with it.

- You mean Quentin?
- He beat my best friend to death.

- What if he didn't?
- I saw Quentin leave her room.

I went to the bathroom, came back
and found her body.

He killed her.

I mean, who else could've, right?

When are we getting coffee back?

You'll thank me when you're old.

I'm not interested in getting old
if all I get to drink is green tea.

- Hello.
- Hi, Sean.

Hi.

Thanks, Mrs. Rizzoli.

I, um, gave you potatoes instead of quinoa.
You said you missed your potatoes.

- I don't deserve the special treatment.
- Yeah, you do.

Look, Angela, you're a wonderful lady.

- But?
- But I got a job to do here.

And I should've never started this.
I'm sorry.

Oh.

Ma, please tell me
that you and Cavanaugh....

You're my mother, what are you doing?

Before I was your mother,
I was a person.

What's so wrong
with wanting to be a person again?

Do you want me
to punch his lights out?

No!

Thanks. Dr. Breyer is missing.

Ethan Slater's doctor?

He left yesterday for London,
never got on the plane.

Frost, see if you can track Dr. Breyer
via his phone's GPS.

On it.

His assistant
was the last person to see him.

He thought Dr. Breyer
took the T to Logan.

I have Dr. Breyer's
final GPS coordinates on his phone.

- When were they transmitted?
- Yesterday afternoon.

Dr. Breyer never left Boston.

Signal's coming from a construction
site at the Breyer Medical Center. Right here.

It looks like we're getting closer.

Somewhere around here.

So Breyer was getting a brand-new wing
for his private rehab hospital.

I don't think Dr. Breyer
was gonna get to enjoy it, though.

Well, he either jumped or was pushed.

- I think it's a piece of a document.
- Looks like he might've been holding it.

If he jumped, what's he doing
holding a piece of paper?

You know which occupation
has the highest suicide rate?

Homicide detectives
while they wait for autopsy results?

No, physicians.

Our rate is nearly double
the national average.

It's even higher than dentists.

Maura, is this some cry for help?

Yes. If you meditate with me, you will
improve the quality of my life.

Were you that girl
that needed a girl to go with her...

- ...to the bathroom in 7th grade?
- Of course not.

Well, then I'm sure that you can quiet
the monkey mind chatter all by yourself.

I know you can.

In every suicide
I have ever worked...

...the jumper took his glasses off first.
I think Dr. Breyer was pushed.

Hmm.

May have found some trace evidence
to support your theory.

Sharing is caring.

There's a sticky substance
on Dr. Breyer's right hand.

Could be the same substance
you found on Slater.

- Gotten those results back?
- Trace is still working on it.

Must be from the killer's gloves.

Maybe Breyer shook hands
with the killer.

Call me when you find something.

All right.

That little scrap of paper
we found near Breyer...

...was from the corner
of a personal check.

- Any idea what bank issued it?
- Not yet. Susie's working on it.

I'm gonna guess somebody lured
Dr. Breyer up to his new wing...

...with the promise of a big payoff.

Huh.

Well, Slater's murder was staged
to look like a suicide.

- Then the killer steals his manuscript.
- And kills Dr. Breyer? Why?

Breyer treated Slater in rehab.

Maybe he knew what
Slater was writing about.

So the good doctor blackmails the killer
by offering to keep quiet for a price?

I sent Frankie to the center
to get records.

Seven patients were hospitalized
at the same time as Slater.

Nice, Frankie.
Okay, uh, rock-star drug addict.

He died last year of a drug overdose.

- Suicidal Brahman shipping heiress.
- Back in treatment.

The other five are living healthy lives
in other parts of the country.

You know, I bet if we find
Slater's manuscript, we'll find his killer.

Frost, what's wrong?

I went over the prep-school case files again.

Thought I might discover something
after questioning Ann.

No one but Quentin enters
or exits Katrina's dorm room.

Maybe Ann was right.
Maybe Quentin did kill her.

Why don't you take a couple hours,
Frost? Drive out to Amherst.

Yeah. Take a look at the crime scene.
See if State Police overlooked anything.

No, no. I'm done.
I've been too consumed by this.

You're no good to us
until you can focus.

Okay? Go.
Jog there if it makes you feel better.

- Who's texting you?
- A new CI I'm working with.

- I need some dating advice, Vince.
- Heh. Full disclosure. I've had three wives.

I'm not much help
in the dating department.

But you've known
Lieutenant Cavanaugh for a long time.

- Where's this headed?
- We've been seeing each other.

- Well, we were.
- Let me guess. He broke it off.

- How did you know?
- You said it. Known him a long time.

Tell me, Vince, otherwise I'll have you
eating this health crap forever.

Back when we were rookies,
Sean lost his wife and baby son in a fire.

Oh.

I don't think he's even had
a serious girlfriend since.

Well, that explains some things.

- Oh, I wish he had told me.
- I have never heard him talk about it.

Hi, uh, we're still working
on the piece of paper.

Latent Prints went over the typewriter.
Just the victim's prints.

Thanks, Susie.

- Wow, a typewriter, makes me feel old.
- No, don't feel old.

A young victim liked writing books
on one. It's an old Underwood.

I used to have one. I used to type up
plumbing invoices for Frank Sr.

Changing those typewriter ribbons, ugh,
was such a mess.

Typewriter ribbon.
Angela, you're a genius.

Mention that to your friend Sean.

Jane, meet me in the Crime Lab.

My new CI may have just offered up
a breakthrough in the case.

A 1930s Underwood Model 5.
Jack Kerouac used to use one just like it.

How in the world do you know that?

I saw his typewriter on display...

...at the Lowell National Historical
Park Museum.

We're in luck. Slater's typewriter uses
a single-pass carbon ribbon.

Oh, that's good news.

It's the most wonderful news
I've ever heard. Why do we care?

Some older typewriters
use fabric ribbon...

...and those don't retain
a retrievable, legible text.

With a carbon ribbon,
each keystroke makes a mark.

Write down the characters,
figure out where the breaks go.

It'll take a while.

Trace results on the sticky substance
from the victims is back.

Thanks, Susie.

- What is it?
- Balsam fir sap.

The same sap that was on Ethan Slater's
body and Dr. Breyer's body?

Don't look so surprised.
We're looking for one killer.

Yeah, but fragments
of Solidago macrophylla.

What? What is it?

These are the ME files
Frost asked me to look at.

- The prep-school murder?
- Yes.

And they have the same Balsam fir
and fragments of Solidago macrophylla.

Yeah, if was found in Katrina's closet.

It wasn't considered significant
because Katrina was a rock climber.

It still isn't, Balsam fir trees
are common all over the Northeast.

But Solidago macrophylla isn't.

It's unique to the summit of
Mount Greylock in the Berkshires.

So whoever killed Katrina,
Ethan Slater...

...and Dr. Breyer would have
to be a skilled climber...

...to get to the top of Mount Greylock.

I'm glad I took your advice
and drove out to Amherst.

Okay, if that grappling hook
is for the wellness program...

...you can count me out.
I am not a fan of heights.

Aw, I thought we'd take Korsak
and climb Everest.

- Okay, maybe Everest.
- Heh.

I wanna show you something I found
looking around Katrina's old dorm.

- Okay.
- This is the building's exterior.

- You see those marks?
- Yeah.

You think those are
from a grappling hook?

Yeah, I do.
I think that's why no one saw him...

...and why Quentin was the only one
on the hallway security tape.

So Katrina's killer climbed the wall
and went in through her window.

Now, check this out.

The guy who stopped you in the lobby.

- Bradley Palmer, right?
- Yeah.

He was Katrina's boyfriend.

They used to lead climbs together
in the White Mountain National Forest.

- You see that?
- The Alpine Butterfly Bend.

- It's the same knot used to hang Slater.
- I sent Frankie to Slater's building.

He took some photos
of the building's exterior.

Grappling marks.

He got into Slater's apartment
the same way.

Here's what doesn't make any sense.

What is his connection
to Slater and Slater's rehab doctor?

- Dr. Breyer?
- Mm-hm.

No idea.

It's Maura, she says we need
to get down to the Crime Lab.

What's up?

Slater was a terrible typist
with bad grammar.

Look at this.
He uses "who" instead of "whom"...

- ..."which" instead of "that."
- Well, no wonder somebody killed him.

Here's what's odd.

Slater started typing the last page
of his manuscript three months ago.

What was he typing
for the last three months?

All kinds of things,
letters, poems, essays.

But not one word of this manuscript
until right before he was killed.

- Do you have that last page?
- We do, thanks to Sergeant Korsak.

No, no, thanks to you.

I couldn't have done it
without your help.

Okay, we'll throw you both
a parade later. What does it say?

"He told me after a group session
while he ate a turkey sandwich...

...that he'd beaten Katrina to death
because she cheated on him."

Slater's talking about Bradley Palmer,
Katrina's boyfriend.

Yes, he was. And this was
the last sentence that he typed.

"Bradley Palmer showed
up the same day I did...

...at Breyer Mental Health Center.

But I'd take my suicide attempt
over what he did.

He killed his girlfriend." Damn.

And Slater and Dr. Breyer
to keep them quiet.

But why now?

Unless.... Frost, did Quentin have any
legal proceedings three months ago?

Yeah, his final appeal hearing.
But it was postponed.

Until yesterday. That's why now.

Slater must have hoped Quentin
would get a new trial.

And when he didn't, Slater made sure
that book was ready to go...

...if Bradley didn't come clean.

Eric Palmer gave me this check.

What do you think?

It appears to be
the same stock and design.

Nice.

Detective Frost. Oh, nice to see you.

Would, uh, you like to try our wall?

We had it set it up for our employees
to build team skills.

Ethan Slater told you
that if you didn't tell the truth...

...he would tell it for you
in his second book.

- What's this about?
- I think you know, Mr. Palmer.

That's why you hid your son at a fancy
rehab center after he killed his girlfriend.

- That's ridiculous.
- Is it?

Is it also ridiculous your son
climbed up the side...

...of his girlfriend's dorm,
hid in her closet...

...and beat her to death
after he caught her with Quentin?

- You can't prove anything.
- Bradley.

- Quentin Morris was convicted.
- I'm gonna call our lawyers.

Do you pay your lawyers
with a personal check?

You're under arrest for accessory
after the fact in the murder of Katrina.

Dad, you've gotta do something.

Bradley Palmer, you're under arrest
for the murders of Ethan Slater...

...Dr. George Breyer
and Katrina Livingston.

Will you look at that? Quentin Morris' mother.

It's amazing.

Her son was going to prison
for a murder he didn't commit...

- ...now he's coming home.
- How long until he gets released?

- He should be home by the end of the week.
- Mm.

Bet your blood pressure's
a lot lower now.

I always thought the greatest feeling
in the world was putting away bad guys.

- It's not?
- No.

The greatest feeling in the world
is freeing an innocent man.

Nicely done, Frost.

All in all, a fine day for the good guys.

Clearing three murders,
that's a whole lot of wellness, right?

Wonder what happened
to the manuscript.

I'm guessing it went through
a shredder at Palmer Industries.

Thank you. I don't think anybody
ordered a red wine.

- Ahem. Actually, I did.
- What?

Well, it's like Maura's always saying...

...the resveratrol in red wine
is excellent for cardiac health.

- You actually listen to me?
- Most of the time, yeah.

Well, this deserves a toast.

Salud.