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Thought it was gonna be a good day

Mr. Gregory had this way
of making everyone feel good,

even when we were
painting over graffiti.

Should be good to go.
Give it a good stir first, okay? - Okay.

Dante.

Closest thing I ever had to a father.

Bring that ladder over here.

Okay, Mr. Gregory.
Want me to set it up? - Yeah.

But Little T...

He didn't like
what Mr. Gregory stood for.

Just like that...

No!

Mr. Gregory was gone.

Is Terrance Jones,
the man you know as Little T,

who you saw shoot Elmore Gregory?

Yeah, that's him.

Can you describe the gun
used in the shooting?

It was a Mac-10, all black-like,
with a big barrel.

Bad-ass gun.

Isn't it true that you were
focused on the weapon,

focused on saving yourself?

Yeah, but -- so focused,
you couldn't possibly see the shooter

because you were only
looking at the gun.

Isn't that true, Mr. Moore?

Trust me. The defense attorney
will be worse.

Answer the question, Dante,
just like we practiced.

I saw Terrance Jones
kill Elmore Gregory.

It was Little T.

Good job. That's all
you have to do tomorrow.

I think we're ready for trial.

Good, 'cause I'm starving.

Meet you outside.

Come on. Let's get you
to the hotel and get you fed.

Just be yourself on the stand
tomorrow, okay, Dante?

That's all you got to do.

You'll be there with me?

The whole time.

Come on.

I want to thank you
for being the only guy

with the guts
to stand up to Little T.

I'm standing up for Mr. Gregory.

It will be very intimidating

when you see Terrance Jones
in the courtroom.

I'm buggin' a little.
Little T's homies are looking for me.

Oh, don't worry about it, all right?

They're not gonna find you.

Um, this is officer Jermaine Walker,

and he will be outside
your hotel room all night.

How you doing?
I'll make sure nothing happens.

You have my word.
All right.

See you tomorrow. Order a steak.
No, no, no, no. Don't.

I'm concerned about
promise, reward, and inducement.

The defense attorney
could come after us

if we give him anything --
you know that.

You can't lock him in a room

and not give him food.

Just keep it modest.

Order a steak, all right,
but a cheap one.

And watch a movie.

For real?
Yeah.

Keep it clean, right?

See you in the morning.

Yeah. Okay.

"Reward and inducement"?

Like Dante's gonna risk his life
to testify for a free steak?

Valerie Delgado
is a great prosecutor.

I know, I know. The best there is.
She's never lost a murder trial.

But? - Just wish she'd
lighten up a little bit.

Valerie Delgado says
your witness is prepped.

Yeah, I think he's good to go, sir.

Keep up the good work.
We all want this guy.

I've been waiting for this day
for a long time.

Little T is responsible
for at least 15 murders.

Remember when we almost got him
with the drive-by

of the grandmother
and the 8-year-old kid?

That witness "disappeared"
when Terrance Jones was charged.

Since then, no one has come
forward until Dante stepped up.

So, how does a white female cop

get the confidence
of a black kid from the hood?

I have mad skills.
No.

Korsak's the one that got us
his fingerprints on the weapon.

- No big deal.
- Yes, it is!

You're the one who found the C.I.

Who told us that the gun
was still in Little T's car.

Yeah, we caught a few breaks
on this one.

I want to look professional
on the stand. Which one?

Hmm. What's that music I'm hearing?

What music?

Oh, it's your ties,
singing disco songs.

All right, Armani.
What would you wear?

Let's see.

- Uh, where's the other one?
- The other one?

This is two-for-one from the
gentleman's warehouse, right?

Jane: God, you know what?

Go away, please.

He's right.
I got no sense of style.

Oh, come on.
He's just messing with you.

Here. Wear this one.
Goes nice with your eyes.

Thank you.

You are taking forever. Come on.

You haven't touched
your mulberry leaves

or the wheatgrass.

Bass, you love
your Opuntia Cactus pads!

Aah!

Aah!
Oh! Oh, my God.

You scared me.

I'm so sorry.

I just wanted to watch something
on your plasma.

Oh. You're a Bill O'Reilly fan?

He has the most beautiful
Irish blue eyes.

I- I hope you don't mind,

but the TV in the guest house
just doesn't do them justice.

Well, they look like contacts. No!

Yeah, Paris Hilton wears them, too.

I didn't think you read tabloids.

Oh, no. I read that in
Ophthalmological Month journal.

Yeah. Of course.

So, why is the sound off?

Oh. Mr. O'Reilly's very bright
but a little opinionated.

And he gets on my nerves
when I listen to him.

Well, neurological studies show

that listening to someone
you disagree with

helps stimulate the brain.

Oh, I'm stimulated watching him.

Oh, turn it up!

This is why I'm watching.

Elmore Gregory
was one of the good guys --

a young father of two

who stood up to drug dealers
and paid with his life.

Here he is on "The Factor"
two years ago.

I say put your Xbox down,

get your paint rollers
and your courage,

and stand up to these drug dealers...

- That's Jane's case.
- I know.

Bill O'Reilly's in town to cover it.

- Isn't it exciting?
- Elmore Gregory's alleged murderer,

this man, Terrance "Little T" Jones,

goes on trial tomorrow.

Boston homicide detectives
apparently have an eyewitness

who is prepared to identify Jones

as the killer of a good man,
a patriot...

Why is your door unlocked?

Hey, ma -- okay,
I couldn't find any sour patch,

so you got to settle
with gummi bears.

It's good.

No. No, no, no, no, no.
Turn that crap off, ma.

Uh, Jane, O'Reilly is doing --

Off, all right?

We all know you're in love with B.O.

Don't call him that.

Off!

Too bad, since he's doing
the whole show on your case.

What?

But since you're not interested --

wait. No. Turn it back on.
Ma, turn it back on!

- Look, it's you!
- O'Reilly: Now tomorrow, the trial of Terrance Jones begins,

and we will be there.
Shh!

Boston police say he's a suspect

in at least 15 other murders.

Now homicide detectives
finally have Jones

right where they want him --
facing a jury

for killing a man
who stood up to him.

Let's hope
there will finally be justice

for this father of two

who wasn't afraid
to speak up for what's right.

Wow.
Wouldn't that be something?

Yes, it would.

Hey, ma, can you make me some eggs?

- Sure!
- Thank you.

I can't believe she has the hots
for Bill O'Reilly.

"His Irish blue eyes"?

Vomit.

Well, studies show that men
with great earning potential

are still the most desirable mate.

She's too old to mate.

Rizzoli!

At least that stops her
from falling for Stanley.

How many times I got to tell you?

The jelly doughnuts don't go here.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Stanley.

Look at this mess.

You got strawberry jelly
on the sprinkles.

Oh, that's a problem.

Stanley has
obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The two doughnuts making contact
is very upsetting for him.

Good.

Rizzoli.

All right, we'll be right there.

Gang-related shooting.
Let's go.

Jane: What do we got?

Victim's male,
African-American, early 20s.

Gang affiliation?

No one's talking.

Some things never change.

Oh, God. No.

Jane, who is it?

Oh, God.

It's Dante, my witness.

There was a guard
right outside his hotel door.

Frost is checking it out.

Little T ordered this hit from jail.

How'd they find him?
I talked him into this, Korsak.

- You're not responsible for this.
- Yeah, I am.

Rigor indicates he's been dead
about eight hours.

So he was killed last night.

One gunshot wound
to the back of the head.

It's a close contact,
execution style.

Hey. I'm glad you're here.
You believe this?

What I can't believe
is how you let this happen.

Oh! Nobody let this happen.

Lividity suggests he's been
lying here six to eight hours.

Yeah, and yet nobody
thought to call it in.

I don't see
any blood or brain matter.

He wasn't killed here.

I want an internal affairs
investigation

into that officer you put
on the hotel room.

Really? You think that's the
most important thing right now?

- Dante's dead, Valerie.
- You vouched for that officer, Jane.

If we're getting technical,

his safety wher responsibility.

Let's not play the blame game.

I just want to find out who did this.

His wallet's still here.
Did you see his phone? - No.

I'll get a subpoena going
for his phone records. Right.

I want to take a look at that hotel
room myself and talk to Walker.

- Go. I'll handle this.
- Can you handher?

The guy with three ex-wives? Psh!

That's what I thought.

Okay.

I looked at the surveillance tape.

- He's telling the truth.
- How is that possible?

Walker never left his post.
Dante never left the room.

Front desk says
no calls on the room phone,

no card-key activity
on the door, just room service.

- Did we check the room-service guy?
- Clean.

What time was it
when you last saw Dante?

Look, he was fine. I saw him
when they brought his dinner.

What time was it?

It was 8:53 P.M.

Look, I come from the same project.

I know what it took

for him to stand up
to someone like Little T.

Jermaine, it's okay.
Nobody's blaming you for this.

He barely touched his burger.

He was starving.
He hadn't eaten all day.

Something big
must have interrupted him.

Or someone called him
on his cellphone.

He was a foster kid.
He bounced from home to home.

No family. So who?

Maybe a friend he trusted.

Who lured him to his death.

No signs of a struggle.

Jermaine, did you open the window?

It was hot when we came into
the room. Dante opened it.

Excuse me.
Can you dust the sill for me?

Look at the way
the prints are facing.

Looks like the prints
are facing outward,

like he was hanging from the window.

Hmm.
You think he climbed out?

I don't know, Jane.
It's two stories.

It's a long drop.

Do you see any other way
for him to get out of here?

What the hell made him bolt?

What does the loss
of your witness do to your case?

It's not good, but we've still got

the gun with Terrance Jones' prints,

and I've never lost a murder trial.

Wow, that's impressive.

Oh, crap.
I've got a flat.

Wouldn't be surprised
if a gangbanger slashed my tire.

Damn.

Oh, no.
It wasn't slashed.

Looks like
you ran over a roofing nail.

The last time I called
peppy road service,

it took them like four peppy hours.

I'll be here all day.

I'll change it for you.

No. What? You don't have to
do that. It's fine.

No, no. It's okay.

Just need to get
the right footwear for the job.

You sure you don't want my help?

No, thank you, sergeant.

I like to keep my skill set fresh.

I feel bad, watching you do it
all by yourself.

Don't.
She's faster than peppy.

It's a dicey neighborhood. You
want me to wait around with you?

She can take care of herself.

No, it's fine.

I'll see you back at headquarters.

He really thinks we're incompetent.

No, he doesn't.

He's just, uh, protective.

Why is it men always think
that women,

we don't know
what the hell we're doing?

Actually, there are exciting advances

in brain mapping and genetic research

that prove some stereotypes are true.

Really? What, like
men are better drivers?

Yes. Actually,
probably due to testosterone.

Seems they have an advantage
in spatial ability.

Okay, don't tell
my colleagues that, please.

All right. There you go.

You can drive on the spare,
but you should get a new tire.

Let me ask you --
what's science have to say

about the chances of a woman
who can't change her own tire

becoming the next D.A.?

Excellent.

Hi.

The prints from the window sill
belong to Dante.

You started the autopsy?

Just about to.

Oh, yuck.

It's Delgado, asking me again,
for the 400th time,

if I've filed a 1920.

I thought I'd memorized
all your cop talk.

You know, "code 10." That's lunch.

And "I'm off for a personal."

That's when you have to do
number two.

Stop.

1920 is the internal-affairs
complaint form...

... Which I'm not filing,

because Walker
had nothing to do with this.

You know, she's very nice if you
approach her in the right way.

Yeah, I thought so, too,
but now I think grizzly bears are nicer.

Ursus Horribilis.

Grizzly bear. It's a remarkably
bad-tempered creature.

It's Ursus Delgado.

Again.

More like Ursula Americanus.
Black bears.

But they rarely attack unless
they've had a bad Berry year.

But when they do, watch out.

So Delgado had a bad Berry year?

She wants to be the D.A.,
so she has to be tough.

Oh, and I was gonna vote for her,

but if she doesn't quit
calling me, she can forget it.

Hi, honey!
Did you hear the great news?

North Korea has a new leader?

No. Bill O'Reilly's
having a book signing tonight.

Wow. Can't wait.

But Mr. Stanley won't let me leave.

Jane, maybe you could, um,
take me later

and badge me
to the front of the line?

Have Frankie take you.

- Take you where?
- Yeah.

It could be payback for
all the Metallica concerts

he made you take him to.

You're right.
I nearly forgot.

I couldn't hear for three days
after that last one.

Noise-induced hearing loss.

Exposure to noise levels over
85 decibels can cause damage.

I missed the beginning
of this conversation.

What the hell are we talking about?

Bill O'Reilly
is having a book signing,

and ma wants you to take her

so you can badge her
to the front of the line.

Oh. No. Have fun.

So...

How much clout
does the M.E. have in this town?

Oh, look at the time!
We have so much work to do.

- I'll take you.
- You will?!

No, Maura.
Mnh-mnh-mnh-mnh.

- Oh.
- Bring your badge.

I look forward to it.

Yes!

The last book signing I went to

was "Organ Pathology Essentials."

And you didn't invite me?

Diameter of the entry wound
is 9.1 millimeters.

Puts the bullet
in the.38-caliber family.

Cheap gun one
of Little T's underlings

wouldn't mind tossing.

Can you help me with his shirt?
Yeah, sure.

He just wanted to be
like Elmore Gregory, you know?

Stand up to the bad guy,
make the world a better place.

"Destiny."

A predetermined course of events.

Which led him here.

God, what a waste.

This could be peat moss
on the bottom of his shoe.

I'll have the crime lab analyze it.

You're not gonna find any of that

in the projects or at the hotel.

That could tell us where
he was killed. - Yeah.

Oh, hello.
And how are you?

Maura, you're talking to a shoe.

Crushed husk of arthropod larvae

embedded in his tread.

And an exoskeleton.

So? You found a cockroach.
I'll alert the media.

They're all over the place
at the Franklin street projects.

Don't assume it's a cockroach.

There are thousands
of different arthropods.

I'll consult a forensic entomologist.

He should be able to I.D.
the species.

Oh, crap.
I got to get to court.

Without my witness.

At least you still have
the murder weapon.

Yeah.
We'll get him, Maura.

Wooster: At this time, your honor,

the defense requests
a motion to dismiss.

What? He can't do that.
On what grounds, your honor?

The prosecution can't prove its case.

They can no longer
produce their witness.

Yeah, because your client killed him!

- Hey, I didn't kill no one.
- Shh, shh. Shh, shh.

They're trying to frame me
is what they're trying to do.

Mr. Wooster, if you don't
silence your client,

I will have him removed.

Defense has a good point,
counselor. Your witness is dead.

Delgado: We plan to present
the murder weapon

with the defendant's prints
on it, your honor.

Fruit of the poisonous tree,
your honor. Motion to suppress.

No, he can't do that.
That's so ridiculous.

That weapon was lawfully seized

by virtue of a search warrant,
your honor.

The defense can show
that warrant was issued

based upon a false statement
by sergeant detective Korsak.

What?!

That's enough, detective.

Please explain, Ms. Delgado.

Sergeant Korsak stated
he got the information

from a person known
to the commonwealth.

He will be able to produce

his confidential informant
to the court.

Sergeant Korsak?

Are you prepared
to produce your informant?

No, your honor.

You have two days
to think this over, sergeant.

Produce your informant,
or this case is dismissed.

Court is adjourned.

Can't pin no murder on me.

You better produce your C.I.,

or that smug asshole is gonna walk.

I can't, Jane.

I can't.

I have no idea where he is.

I haven't talked to him since we
investigated Gregory's murder.

- You'll find him.
- He lived off the grid.

I don't even think
I had a phone number for him.

I'm gonna hit the street.

It's the only chance I have
of finding him.

You want company?

No. Stay here
and work Dante's murder.

What?

Unh-unh. Korsak did not
make up his informant.

Didn't say that.
You didn't have to.

Your raised eyebrow said it for you.

Don't tell me
it hasn't crossed your mind.

Korsak was my partner for years.

There is no way
he would break the rules.

Even for a dirtbag like Little T?

Korsak's been after him
since he came up to homicide.

He finally gets a chance
to put him away.

Would you blame him
for breaking the rules?

No. And neither would you,
but the justice system would.

I'm gonna go see
if Maura has anything.

How's it going?

I'm teaching Frankie
about the post-mortem interval

based on...
Stomach contents.

- Everybody's talking about it.
- His stomach contents?

I'd do it, too -- fabricate
a C.I. to take down Little T.

Oh, hey. Korsak did not
make up an informant,

and if you want to work in homicide,

you don't ever let anybody hear
you talking like that, all right?

Okay. Okay. Sorry.

Bad news.
Undigested iceberg lettuce.

Oh, gosh. I have to sit down.
That terrible news.

- It is?
- No.

That's just Maura news.

Maura: Good news --
undigested ground beef.

I can't tell what grade it is.

Yippee. Can you tell
what market it came from?

I'm ignoring you.

Sesame seeds, white bread...

All undigested.

Wait. Dante's food was undige--
that is interesting news.

Why? - Hamburger typically
takes two hours to digest.

Means he died less than
two hours after he ate?

Very good.

Thin, white coating on his tongue.

It could be oral thrush.

Fabulous find.
No, thank you.

Hmm.

It's minty.

- Since when is oral thrush minty?
- It isn't.

I suspect this may turn out to
be residue from a breath mint.

But we didn't find any
breath mints in Dante's things.

Which means what, Frankie?

He had bad breath?

Think.

All right?

Dante hadn't eaten all day,

he didn't finish his burger,

so why does he pop a breath mint

right before he's killed?

So, the question is,
who gave it to him?

Yes, and where was he that he felt

comfortable enough to suck on a mint?

Maybe Dante was meeting a chick.

A chick?

Frost: He might be right.

I mean, what else or who else
could have lured him

out of the safety of that hotel room?

Well, he had no family,
no girlfriend,

nobody in his life
for Little T to intimidate.

Little T's crew used a girl.

That is genius, Frankie. How
do we solve murders without you?

Are you this rude
to all your colleagues?

Korsak, any luck?
I'm working on it.

Oh. Got Dante's cellphone records.

Last incoming call -- 8:55.

Two minutes after room service
dropped his burger off.

It's from a burn phone.

Can't you trace it?

No. It's all the rage
with the gangbangers.

All right.
Well, any other calls?

What's this one at 8:30?

Oh!
And there it is again.

There it is again.
He called it a lot.

Hmm.

It comes back to Relita Washington.

Address is in
the Franklin street projects.

Gee, that sure looks like a chick.

I'm waiting for an apology.

Have a seat.
You'll be waiting a long time.

Again with the rude remarks.

That's someone
I'd pop a breath mint for.

Jane: Relita.

Yes?

I'm detective Rizzoli.
This is detective Frost.

Can we come in?

Do you know a Dante Moore?

Who?

I don't know
who you're talking about.

Well, maybe Destiny does.

We need to talk.

We kept it a secret.
We had to.

Dante was too afraid
Little T would find out.

He was a good guy, Dante.

He loved our baby so much.

You know,
that's why he was testifying.

He said he didn't want
our daughter growing up

in a world ruled by fear, you know?

When was the last time
you spoke to Dante?

Yesterday after he got to the hotel.

He said he was scared

but there was a cop who was
on the door watching him.

Were you supposed to meet him
last night?

No. No way.

No, he wasn't
leaving that hotel room.

He was too afraid Little T's
boys would be looking for him.

He wasn't going nowhere,
especially near the projects.

Do you know of anyone
he might have talked to,

anyone who could have
convinced him to leave?

The only one
he really trusted was you.

I wish he'd trusted me enough to
tell me about you and Destiny.

Why? Maybe we'd be dead, then, too.

Nobody could protect him
from Little T.

We're gonna get him, okay?
We will.

Little T's gonna be free,
like he always is.

That's not true, all right?
We won't let that happen.

I won't let that happen.

104.

I mean, what if we don't get in?

Oh, we'll get in.

It's really a prestigious thing

to be the chief medical examiner

of the commonwealth of Massachusetts.

Thank you.

Can I see your badge?

Wow!

This would definitely mean
an autograph from Mr. O'Reilly.

You just have to...
Show... The guy...

Wait. No, no, no, no.
No, no, no.

I heard he's gonna stop signing soon.

What?

Oh, no!
Maura, come on.

Okay. Okay. Come on.

Man: Get in the back of the line.

Commonwealth business.

This is my, uh, coworker.

I can't believe it.
It's him!

Hey, you pinheads.
You can't cut.

We're patriots
on official business, mister.

Hi. What's your name?

Uh... Uh...

Her adrenal glands are
over-producing adrenaline.

It dilates the blood vessels
and makes it hard to talk.

Fascinating.
What's her name?

Uh...

Angela.
Angela Rizzoli.

Thank you, Madeline.

With two z's.

Is this beautiful young lady
your daughter?

Yes.
This is Madeline.

Oh, I have a daughter, too.
Her name is Jane.

Detective Jane Rizzoli?

Yes, of -- of course you know her.

You're covering her case.

I'd love to get her on "The Factor."

Oh, I'm sure she would love
to be your guest.

Excellent.
Let me give you her cellphone number.

Angela.
It's 617...

No.

555...

30...

Excuse me.

Here's what doesn't make sense --

Dante told Relita he's staying put.

Then he gets a call
from a burn phone,

and he jumps out a window.

Rizzoli.

Oh! Very funny.

Who's that?

Said it was Bill O'Reilly.

For the love of Pete.

You call me again, I'll arrest you
for harassing a police officer.

Korsak: I said forget it!

Delgado: I'd love to, sergeant,
but if I "forget it," a murderer walks.

How about you do
what you've been ordered to do?

That doesn't sound good.

Okay, read my lips --
I don't know where my C.I. is.

Is that clear enough for you?

Hey, show some respect, sergeant.

Ms. Delgado's
just trying to do her job,

which is more than I can say for you.

The judge has ordered you
to present the informant.

I want his name, and I want it now.

Jane: Vince, you got to
give her the name,

even if you don't know where he is.

No. All the judge said was
"bring him to court." I can't.

We call it a "confidential
informant" for a reason!

Where's your paperwork for this C.I.?

Oh, my God.

You did make him up, didn't you?

It's not the judge you have
to worry about now, sergeant.

It's me. I'll see
you go to prison for this.

Either give me a name
or give me your badge.

Boston homicide detectives
unlocked the jail door

and let a drug-dealing murderer
back out onto the street.

That's an outrage.

And it makes me wonder,
are they corrupt, too?

Oh, my God.

The cops get their
young witness, Dante Moore,

murdered while in their custody.

But that's not all.

Sources now tell me sergeant
detective Vince Korsak,

lead investigator on the case,

even fabricated
a confidential informant.

So it looks like
not only is their case gone...

Please turn it off.

But respect for the entire Boston --

I want to be alone.

Too bad.

I know how long
you've wanted Little T.

Vince, we all know that.

Everything O'Reilly said
about me is true.

It just...

Isn't the truth.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

I've known you a long time,
Vince Korsak.

And I know you're
holding something back.

You know where your C.I. is.
You've known the entire time.

You can't go down for this, Vince.

We've already lost one witness.
I can't guarantee his safety.

Think about the safety
of all the Dantes

and all the Elmore Gregorys
in the world.

15 murders Little T
is responsible for.

15.

Tell me the name of your C.I.

Please.

I can't.

I don't agree with you,
but I respect what you're doing.

Come on.
I'll take you home.

Leave me alone, Jane.

Okay.

What are you doing?

He's not going down for this --
not on my watch.

Korsak's too careful.

Even if the C.I. does exist,

you said Cavanaugh couldn't find
a name in his file.

Well, here's what we know --
the informant is listed as

"a person known to the commonwealth."

That means the informant
is not a criminal.

So his C.I. didn't give up
the location of the gun

in exchange for a reduced sentence.

So that leaves money, payback, or...

A person doing a good deed.

Go up against Little T and tell
a cop where the murder weapon is?

That's a hell of a good deed.

He interviewed hundreds
of people. Yeah.

So... Exclude any name
with an address...

Or a follow-up interview.

Not following you.

Korsak's protecting this informant.

That means, the only thing
we're gonna find

is a name, all by itself --
that'll be the giveaway.

And that's the name of the informant.

You do have mad skills.

Frost, I got it.

I got a name.

You sure?

Damn, I think you're right.

Where you going?

To convince the C.I.
To do the right thing.

Not without backup.

Little T's already
back in charge here.

Jane: The elevators are out.

He's saying this is his turf.

Yo, sister Five-O.

What you comin' up here for?
To be my shortie?

Step away, punk-ass bitch!

"Bitch" was a nice touch.

Wasn't too much?
No, no, no. It was nice.

I liked it.
Okay.

Never tell Korsak this, but...

I always admired the guy.

Because he'd rather lose
everything that he's worked for

than take a chance that
somebody'd hurt his C.I.?

Yeah.

Jane: Hi, Relita.

Can we come in?

My head feels like
an anvil dropped on it.

This better be good.

It is.

What the hell?

Jane: Your confidential informant

doesn't really look like
a "he", Korsak.

Hi, sergeant.

You don't have to do this, Relita.

Relita understands
that Dante sacrificed his life

so his daughter
wouldn't have to grow up

around the same violence that he did.

Detective Rizzoli told me
what you were willing to do.

I have to do this.

For you, for Dante.

But mostly for Destiny.

Thank you.

Thank detective Rizzoli.

I wouldn't have come forward
without her.

I forgot some files
I need to pick up at work.

There are two uniforms
outside the apartment.

Don't take your eyes off her.

I'll see you at the hearing at 2:00?

Yeah.
Did you tell Delgado?

No.

I saved that for you.

Hello, Stanley.

Hello, Rizzoli.

That's nice.
Have you two become friends?

Mm-hmm. Watch this.

Stanley.

The ketchup top is making contact

with the napkin dispenser.

What are you doing?
Don't do that.

I'm sorry.

I'm not sorry.

- O'Reilly: Detective Rizzoli?
- Yeah?

- You hung up on me.
- I did?

- That was really you?
- Both times.

How did you get my number?

Uh-oh.

You need to come on "The Factor,"

talk about the story --
it's important.

I've got nothing to say to you.
You, either.

I respect police work more
than any other profession. - Oh, yeah.

I can tell by the hatchet job
you did on my partner.

If we made a mistake,

come on the program,
set the record straight.

I don't think you should, Jane.

You can be a very mean man.

You weren't very nice
to Barney Frank.

Although I did think it was rude
when he called you boorish.

Appreciate it.

Oh. I'm sorry. This is urgent.
It's about arthropods.

My grandfather, John O'Reilly --

member of the NYPD in the 1930s.

I still have his Billy club.

Well, keep it away
from your detractors.

- Jane.
- Yeah.

I got to show you
something important. - Okay.

If you'll excuse me,
I have murders to solve.

Detective, Elmore Gregory
was a great man.

No one wants to see Terrance
Jones get away with his murder.

Come on the program.

Maybe somebody will see it,
come forward with information.

It could help.

No, thanks.

I'm sorry I called you mean.

You're not nearly as awful in person.

Thank you.

I know a really nice
Italian restaurant

in the north end,
and I get off early today.

I cannot believe she just said that.

The foremost expert
in forensic entomology

identified the larva on Dante's shoe.

What am I looking at?

The Asian longhorn beetle.
It's an exotic pest.

Do you realize
what a big break this is?

No, but I didn't spend my life
playing with bug larva.

There has been a recent
infestation of the Asian longhorn.

Please don't tell me
that they're marching to my apartment.

They're only found in this
one area -- loyalist park.

Wait, are you saying that Dante

could have been killed in this park?

Oh, no -- I'm only able
to conclusively say

that Dante's shoes
were in loyalist park

the night he was murdered.

Okay, you know what?
You are officially ridiculous.

His shoes didn't go there
by themselves. Come on, Maura!

Even you have to admit
this looks like blood.

It is a reddish-brown substance
consistent with blood.

Big concession.
Thank you very much.

Okay. What about this?
This brain matter right here.

It appears to be human tissue.

I think we just found the spot
where Dante was killed.

- Frost: Jane.
- Yes?

Found some fresh tire tracks.

Okay. Can you make a cast
of the tire impressions?

Copy that.
I'll get CSRU on it.

Jane, it's a right rear tire.

- Can you tell me the manufacturer?
- Road ready.

Well, that's not gonna help.
It's too common.

This impression -- it's from a nail.

And it's from a roofing nail.

You have a funny look on your face.

I feel a little bit sick.

I recognize this tire tread.

Where's Ms. Washington?

I don't have much time to prep her.

She's changing her baby's diaper.

Well, tell her to leave the baby
and come with me.

You didn't change your spare tire.

I've been a little busy.

But that is your car,
isn't it, counselor?

What are they doing?
Why are they in my car?

Your flat tire.

We found the same tire tread

in the place
where Dante was murdered.

It's like finding a fingerprint.

Oh, hey. Korsak.

That's a.38 revolver, isn't it?

Yeah..38.

Stupid to leave it in your car.

You learn that from Little T?

Okay, I, um...

I will testify against Mr. Jones.

He's the one
who set this whole thing up.

That's who you want.

What did you say to Dante
on the burn phone

to get him to jump two stories?

I told him...

I told him, um,

the officer outside his door
was -- was dirty.

And I drove him to the woods.

And you shot him.

Please. Please. Please,
I will give you Little T.

You won't ever get him without me.

I went through your case files.
You've never lost a case.

Nobody's that good, counselor.

Unless they have Terrance Jones
in their pocket.

He gave you everything
you needed to win those cases --

witnesses, evidence,
anybody you needed to disappear.

And all you had to do was bag
any case against him.

Put your hands behind your back.

You are under arrest
for the murder of Dante Moore.

- We have a deal!
- There's not gonna be any deal.

You cannot bring him down
unless I testify!

We don't need you.
We've got my C.I.

I want a lawyer.

I hope you know someone
who's better at it than you are.

You sure you don't want
a little hair of the dog?

No, my head's still pounding.

O'Reilly: Valerie Delgado,
the assistant district attorney

who was arrested today
for the murder of Dante Moore,

will be arraigned tomorrow,

all thanks to the work
of two of Boston's finest,

detective Jane Rizzoli

and sergeant detective
Vincent Korsak.

He's really very nice.

You'll remember these two initially
arrested drug dealer Terrance Jones...

Look, everybody!
That's my daughter, Jane!

Who is accused of murdering
community activist Elmore Gregory.

A new prosecutor
has been assigned to the case.

In the meantime...
O'Reilly's really not that bad.

My mother, on the other hand...

Are you telling me you like him?

Wha-- I am so gonna tell your mother.

- Mnh-mnh.
- Tell me what?

That you need a new hangout.

Ohh!

- Did you get your badge back?
- Yeah.

Nice.

You know, uh,
Angela really likes badges.

She does?

Ow! - I do.

Don't you call them "badge bunnies"?

I guess that makes me one.

Oh, my God.
I cannot believe --

do you even know what that means?

Thank you, Maura.
Thank you very, very much.

What? What did I do?

You know, I think you just bruised

my extensor hallucis longus.

Good.

- I don't even know what that is.
- What?

- I'm gonna bruise your...
- Don't you do it.

Ow!