All language subtitles for Rizzoli & Isles S03E07 Crazy for You

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Rod!
Ugh!

Eve?
No!

Ugh!

Jane, stop playing with
the doughnuts and help.

I'm not playing.
This is playing.

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

and why they don't
bring their own clothes.

Well, the convention
center doubled their rate

after last year's... issue.

What issue?

She left
a severed head in the hotel fridge.

Dominick, delivering the bread again.

Ugh, I can't find a new delivery guy.
Oh. I don't mind.

It's 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, um, you used to
love fresh ciabatta rolls.

Oh, yeah! Yeah!
Bianchi's bakery!

Oh, I haven't been there in years.
Maura, you got to try one of these.

White flour only uses the endosperm.

It's awful to eat with you.

Dominick,
whenever you get backed up,

I'm more than willing to swing by

and pick up my order...
in my new car.

What? Since when?

Since I became "can'o espress'o's
sales person 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 have an obligation
to share that knowledge

with your less-skilled colleagues.

Oh. The colleagues that
can't tell the difference

between a .38- and
a .45-caliber bullet?

Oh, look! More cutting-edge
forensic scientists.

Well, this
is real nice of you, Dr. Isles.

- Dr. Billy Ray Higgins.
- Of course. Nice to see you again.

I look forward to your
powerpoint presentation

on the pathophysiology
of blast injuries.

Hey, girl! Um...

Me?
He called me a girl?

- Can I help you?
- Yeah, take this. Goes in the freezer.

When I need, you bring.

Mm.

- Oh, not again!
- What?

I-I don't know.

I guess my phone number is close
to some guy's wife's number.

I keep getting all these weird texts,
like, "hon, pick up my dry cleaning.

"Hon, I think 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 doughnut. No endosperm.

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3x07 - Crazy for You

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 the building.

That's bad. What, you think
we're looking for a patient?

Maybe. Frost is talking
to the office manager.

W...
Dr. Eve Parker?

What, the Dr. Eve?

Media's gonna have a
field day with this.

Why? Who's 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.

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

Yeah, did he hate kids, too?

He was an expert in
delusional disorders.

Mm. Soot on the clothing.
Stippling on the skin.

Yeah, his was 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
the shooter, and she surprises them?

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

What what we need to know is,

were they both targets
or just one of them?

Office manager found the bodies
when she came in at 7:00 a.m.

- Did you get a patient list from her?
- No. I got a search warrant going.

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

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

What, patients only sign
in with their initials?

- It's a privacy issue.
- Well, thank you, doctor.

I had no idea grandly
deluded people wanted privacy.

Hey, Maura, you got your tweezers?

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.

I 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 was obviously a .45.
Female victim also died from a .45.

I'm thinking
we got a different horse galloping here.

Oh, really?
A morab? A mustang?

Well, you're saying the bullet that
made that hole is a draft horse,

and I'm saying 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 in the window.

It's like chicken whose head cut off.

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

I think
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!

Dr. Pike, 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,
whoa, whoa, whoa! Ow!

Whoa!
Now look what you've done!

I'm gonna have to bill you for that.

Hey. Crime 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.

"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 and phone records.

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

- Now what are we gonna do?
- We'll go see Allen in his chambers.

Mm. Okay.

But Dr. Eve had a book signing
at the literate mind bookstore

a few hours before she was murdered.

- That's interesting.
- So is this.

Dr. Eve had a lot of haters. Here's
a blogger with a big following...

Valerie Miller. "Waak"...
"wives are about kids."

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

"This fiend hates your child"?
This from a mother of nine?

She's sure plugged in to social media

for someone who
homeschools all those kids.

- Check out her timeline.
- Translation, please?

Oh, she leads such a fascinating life,

she wants everyone to know
what she's doing at all times.

Where was "Mrs. Waak" yesterday?

The "Literate mind" bookstore,
where Dr. Eve had the book signing.

Where was she 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 a little
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-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.

Oh, my god. Ma, stop!

Why?
Am I embarrassing you...

Aaah!

Oh, my god!
Somebody hit my car!

My brand-new car!
What the...

Well, I didn't hit it very hard, did I?

Oh, yeah, good.
It's just a little dent.

A little dent?
It's a brand-new car!

Ma, take the headset off.

Uh, I-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, um, $30 enough?

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

- Uh... Hey.
- Oh.

Let... let me help you with that.

- Ma!
- What?

- Come on.
- Oh.

- Um... how pregnant are you?
- Seven months.

All right, all right. Don't cry.
We... we'll call your husband.

- Fiancé... ex.
- Oh.

- He dumped me.
- I'm sorry to hear that.

Uh, here.
That's a lot of unpaid parking tickets.

Thank you.
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 fiancé, 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.

- Well, 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 midlife crisis?

Janie, she's living out of her car.

- What if that's our...?
- Our brother or sister? Oh, my god.

Uh, isn't there someone the
children can stay with while we talk?

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

Yeah.

Take a look at that.
You didn't like Dr. Eve much, did you?

- Not even a little bit.
- That's a pretty violent image.

I thought 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 want to 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?

Oh, I'm very proud of my womb.

Oh, please 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 makes you think
that coming here in person

will make me change my mind, Detectives?

We need that patient list, your honor.

There is nothing
in your affidavit to support

your assumption that evidence
of a crime will be discovered

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

All due respect, your honor...

both doctors were killed in their
offices, where they see their patients.

I'm not convinced.

Absent a stronger link
between your crime and these patients,

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

- Judge Allen, this is important.
- So's the law, Detective.

We understand, your honor,
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 "Dr. Death" friends?

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

Mm, and you're missing it?

I know! 'Cause 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.

Think you can be childless
and have a fulfilling marriage?

No. With or without children,
marriage is miserable.

Oh, not so. Studies show
that parents' happiness has

remained 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.

Ugh. Thanks.
Here.

Ugh, come on.
Not again with this weird husband guy.

Look. "hon, don't forget your
brazilian-wax appointment."

What... I mean,
how many times I got to tell this guy?

"I'm not your wife." Oh, 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-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 any surveillance
footage of the victims' offices?

There isn't, but I found
a private security camera

aimed at the building next to theirs.

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

And how would you know
if it was the killer?

Probably wouldn't.
But I did find this.

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

Yeah. And it drove by the Parkers'
building at 5:56 p.m. yesterday.

What?

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

Check this out.

She's headed right
toward their building.

You think we have enough landmarks
for facial recognition?

Won't know till we try.

Okay, she's pretty close.

Frost, the 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 a killer, too.

You want me to go with you?

No. 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?

Well, 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.

Oka...

Okay, so we got the patient lists.
It's like over 200 people.

Well, I'll take a look at
the doctors' sessions notes.

Maybe I can eliminate
the nonviolent patients.

Okay. I mean, I think that
Dr. Rod was the target.

I think Dr. Eve just 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 BBVB...

...yet.

- Bullet and blast violation board.
- Oh, my.

- Jane!
- Hmm?

Swag!

Attention, all 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.

It's a good thing Tommy's fishing
in the gulf. I want to 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, no, no.

No, no, no.
This can't be happening.

- No, no, no, no, no.
- Are you calling your father?

No, I'm gonna call Frankie.

Well, you can't tell him he
might be an uncle over the phone.

But...

Oh, it's so
nice to let my hair down

and 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 wildcat, aren't you?

Lapping up that liquid with
your delicate pink tongue.

- Please, stop.
- I've been 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.
- Okay!

Here, let me help you.

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

- Oh, yeah?
- Uh...

What the hell?!

You call me moron, huh?

- Pike declared his love for me.
- What?!

Hey! Hey! You two are
drunker than old cooter brown!

Hey! Hey!

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, uh, case going?

You know, we don't have
much forensic evidence.

I found a shell casing,
but there's no prints.

I've been working on this new
technique I studied over in England

where sweat can sometimes
corrode the brass casing.

What, so you think
you might be able to pull up a print?

I might. I can look
at it for you tomorrow.

Yeah. 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 want to tell me?

- Maura knows about Lydia.
- That's what you wanted to tell me?

No.
Uh, okay.

It's about Tommy.
And he, uh...

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

- He what?!
- Maura!

- Lydia?
- Lydia?

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

Ohh, I don't feel so good.

This is Lydia Sparks.
She ran into my new car.

- It's nice to meet you.
- Yeah.

Can you tell the doctor what's wrong?

Yeah, she's pregnant with your
first grandchild, and she's drunk.

- Oh, god.
- Come on.

Uh, uh, let's get her on the couch.

Okay, easy. I got it, Ma.
I got it. I got it.

- Here we go. Here we go. All right.
- Take it easy, Frankie.

Okay. Easy, easy, easy, easy.
Okay.

- I like couches.
- Yeah, well.

Oh, you're really cute.

Uh, 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.

Oh. I have to pee.

Again? Sh-she just went.

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

- Okay, Frankie, call an ambulance.
- What? I need E.M.S...

Get her some orange juice.

Can't she just sleep it off in her car?

- She has gestational diabetes.
- Well, how bad is that?

Bad. She's slipping
into a diabetic coma.

Ugh.

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

Okay. Um...

It's gonna be okay, all right?

W-we're gonna take care of you.

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

That's where Tommy gets it.

And we're throwing
Lydia back in the pond

as soon as she gets out of the hospital.

Okay, but we're telling
your mother who she is first.

- 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.

W-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.

W... I'm surprised
you know who that is.

Oh, Maura, 25% of the
population uses the internet.

Oh, not fair. It doesn't count
if you have to use google.

Can't get these in a
forensic-supply catalog.

- I put this together myself.
- 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.

But 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.
- This one, either.

How many patients did we
get elimination prints from?

110 out of a 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.

I...

Oh, my god!

You thought I was one
of Dr. Parker's patients?

Nothing to be ashamed of.

I think you've hidden your delusional
disorders rather well, Detective.

He called you three times last week.

I wonder why.

Wha... no.
Hey, Dominick.

Uh, do you know how
long you're gonna be?

- This is my car right here.
- Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry.

- That's okay.
- Um... ugh!

It's okay.

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

- I'll move the truck.
- Okay, thank you.

Hey, you know what?
Why don't you grab a bag of ciabatta?

It's still warm.
It's 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 ease
tensions in the family meeting.

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

They've been used for
centuries by native americans.

Hmm.

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 want to know what this is about.

Well, uh, 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 guys.

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

Ma, 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 this double-homicide case.

- We don't know if it's related.
- We know Dr. Parker called Jane.

The dead guy?
Why'd he call her?

Don't know.

Wait, wait. He...
he treated patients

with severe delusional disorders.

It'd be his ethical obligation
to call and to warn her

if he was treating someone
who was a danger to her.

Put up the patient list, Frost.

And she was getting
strange text messages.

Someone on this list knows something.

Oh, this could take all night.

We can't sit in here
and go through lists!

Okay, what about the partial print
from the casing?

Korsak, 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?

Hey, 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.
- Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

I love pink and
ruffles and kitten heels.

Oh, good.
Oh, you look so beautiful.

Thank you.
Dominick, um, my wrists really hurt.

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

Ooh.
Oh, 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 use an
inmap to 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 her 24/7.

Oh, god, Jane.

That's her apartment!

No, stay here.

Sergeant Korsak, I don't see Dominick.

Damn it! She's not here.

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-can-eat
Luau with the pig, remember?

Yeah. 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'm sorry.

I deserved that. I'm sorry.

- Oh, god.
- What's she doing?

She has to try 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-I love computers,
Dominick, just like you.

I couldn't
use one for a long time,

but I-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...
blinded her.

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. Unh.

I hear, um, airplanes landing.

Must be close to the airport.

Less than...
than half a mile.

And...
and I-I hear a bell.

- A warning bell.
- The Chelsea street drawbridge.

Chelsea street drawbridge.

And...
and I smell fish.

- The processing plant.
- No, that's not enough.

There are hundreds of
buildings in that area.

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

s

That's a cast-iron radiator,
manufactured in 1890,

and a wooden window
frame from the same era.

So, we're looking for something built
in the late 1800s that's still standing.

By the processing plant?
They've all been torn down.

Maybe we're not even close.

Please, Frost, please come 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 someon!

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!

Police! Police! Police!

Don't move! Hands up,
you son of a bitch!

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

Frankie, get me out of here, please.

I got you. It's okay.

I'm 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
'cause 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 have been.

Did I show you my honeymoon pictures?

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

Mm.

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 just don't think marriage is for me.

But I'd like to preserve
my option to have children.

Okay. I'm gonna 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.
- Mm, very funny.

Very, very funny.

Bet he's Luau kind of guy.

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