[MONITOR BEEPING]
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[GASPING]
[MONITOR BEEPING RAPIDLY]
Maura, what time is Jane's doctor's appointment tomorrow?
I forgot to write it down.
I forgot to tell you. You don't need to cover it. I can take her after all.
I thought tomorrow was the first day of your seminar at BCU.
It was, um, but I realized that, as a doctor...
...I am best poised to ensure the quality of your care.
ANGELA: You could go to your class. We'll be fine. I've given birth to three kids.
And I've got enough poise for one OB appointment.
Okay.
- Shall we? - Not so fast, professor.
Why are you trying to get out of teaching?
I told you, because of my love and devotion for you above all else.
Nope, didn't sell it. What's up?
[SIGHS]
I... The department head.
He told me that he is so excited about my syllabus...
...that he wants it to be a course for credit.
Okay, how is that bad news?
I'll have to give grades. I don't want that burden on my shoulders.
I'm still scarred over the A-minus biochemistry incident in 1996.
I can't imagine just crushing the spirit of young budding minds like that.
Your budding mind was hardly crushed, and it's med school.
The budding minds of today will have patients tomorrow.
So grade hard, save lives.
[PHONE RINGING]
Hello?
Yes, governor, hello.
How can I help you?
Of course I understand.
Thank you, governor. Okay.
If he wants his nephew to get an A say no, at least until the second offer.
He wants me to facilitate a death certificate.
Chelsea Rothsburgher passed away. Cancer. I guess they were close.
Would you like to come with me or should I take my car?
Well, how long does facilitating take?
If I'm just signing, 15 minutes.
- Yeah, all right, I'll take you. - That would be great. Thanks.
Uh, you do understand that this is a favor to the governor?
Yes, I was right here when he asked you.
That means no Downton Abbey jokes.
- Okay. No problem. - You promise?
- I promise. - Okay.
Milady.
That's a little unnecessary.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
- Oh, shoot. - What's wrong?
I left my monocle in the car.
- You didn't last 30 seconds. - What am I supposed to do if I get surprised?
Normally I would gasp and the monocle would pop out of my eye socket.
Very funny, but your snarky remarks are rife with errors.
It's your eye orbit, not socket.
And while monocles were very common in the 1880s...
...by 1912, when Downton Abbey takes place...
...men wore glasses due to advances in optometry...
...allowing for measurement of refraction. Joke is on you.
- Really? - And the reason you don't know that...
...is because you've never stayed awake to see one episode.
It's called meditating. It's how I focus. You've never respected that.
The puddle of drool makes it hard.
She was diagnosed with ovarian cancer two years ago.
If you have questions, I know every aspect of her medical history and care.
Thank you.
And, as I said, I prepared her death certificate, so you just need to sign it.
I'm almost done.
The president used it to sign the No Child Goes Hungry Bill.
She was a very impressive woman.
I worked for her for 20 years.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Jane.
Excuse me.
[WHISPERING] I can't sign the death certificate.
Well, there's a very fancy pen over there if yours isn't working.
Her bed clothes are soaked with sweat.
And there are bite marks inside her mouth, indicating violent seizures.
I don't know how she died, but I know it wasn't the cancer that killed her.
- Well, you need to do an autopsy. - Well, in a perfect world...
...but there are certain sensitive hierarchical issues.
Because Dr. Elbow Patches over there...
...is the chief medical examiner of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts?
No, wait, you are. Problem solved.
- Dr. Isles, are you quite finished? MAURA: Yes, thank you.
I am afraid this a suspicious death and I'm ordering an autopsy.
You can't do that.
I'm the chief medical examiner, so I respectfully disagree.
Hi. I'm Detective Jane Rizzoli, Boston Homicide.
Um, if you're finished, we'll take it from here.
- I'm calling the governor. - Great, do it outside.
This is now a crime scene.
See, if he was wearing a monocle, we would know if he was shocked or horrified.
Now we can only suspect.
JANE: How many times has he called? - By my count, a lot.
Twenty seven, to be exact.
Well, if he hasn't already sent a governor's aide over here to shut you down, he will do so.
Very soon. So you almost done?
Uh, yes, I am moving as fast as I can while still following protocol.
I've ruled out seizures due to heart attack, epilepsy, stroke...
...meningitis, encephalitis and toxoplasmosis. There's one other possibility.
And instead of testing, you're gonna buy a goldfish.
No, I'm setting up a variation of the Pyrogallol test.
[PHONE BUZZING]
- How much time before the tank's running? - A few minutes.
Okay. You got it.
- What are you going to do? - You don't want to know.
- Jane. - Yeah.
- Thank you. - For what?
The plausible deniability. The support. The friendship.
You're welcome.
Hello. Yes, can you connect me to the medical examiner's office, please?
Excuse me? No, I'm trying to place a call. Who are you? Really?
You expect me to believe the governor answers phones at the medical examiner's office?
Chelsea Rothsburgher's worth is in the hundreds of millions.
Her husband, Larry Sr., was a financial genius.
Started his company with a thousand dollars and a copy machine.
He died in '05. Used to be king of the tabloids.
So who had easy access to the house?
Household staff and her two sons.
We've got uniforms setting up interviews now.
Are we pushing hard or hardly pushing?
Until we get a cause of death, somewhere in-between.
Okay. I just pranked the governor for whatever this is.
I'm gonna put Chelsea's heart in the water.
And then remove the clamp from the pulmonary artery.
If my suspicions are correct, we'll know right away.
- You ready? - For what?
To bask in the wonder that is scientific experimentation together.
Or individually. Here we go.
Oh.
Wow.
Wow, ha, ha! That is...
Wow.
- You see what I mean? - I'm still basking.
What do the bubbles mean?
Uh, well, first off, in a kinetic...
...and spectroelectrochemistry study... - Nope.
- Uh, the mechanism of red oxidation... - Nope squared.
The release of gas bubbles indicate that there was air in Chelsea's heart.
All right. That's my girl. Hell no.
So, what caused the embolism?
Uh, well, Chelsea wasn't much of a deep sea diver.
Somebody must have injected her with an empty syringe.
- To make it look like she died of natural causes. - Precisely.
Why would someone murder a woman that was already on her death bed?
FRANKIE: Chelsea's lawyer sent over a copy of her will.
Said she contacted him three weeks ago to set an appointment...
...to make an addendum. And then she called a few days later and canceled.
- What kind of addendum? - She didn't tell him.
He wasn't sure if she wanted to add a bequest or cut someone out of the will entirely.
I just talked to the maid, Polly, and she said that...
JANE: Uh...
Excuse me. Can I help you?
We're doing a software upgrade. They told me to just sit anywhere.
- Am I in your way? - You're kind of in someone else's chair.
Oh, sorry, didn't realize.
Anyway, Polly said Chelsea met individually with her sons and everyone on the staff...
...after she started hospice care.
Said her goodbyes and told them that she'd take care of them.
According to the will, every person on staff is getting a lump sum.
That's more than the pension we'll get for our 20.
- For all of us combined. - What do the sons get?
A lot. After some charitable bequests, the remainder of the estate...
...is divided between them.
Thinking someone was upset by their share?
No. Someone was so desperate for that money, they couldn't wait to get their hands on it.
- Let me get that. - Oh.
- Thank you. - My pleasure. Hi, Jack.
Hello, I'm Dr. Maura Isles. I'm teaching a seminar on forensic science.
First time?
I wasn't sure if there was any, um, audio-visual system...
...so I just brought everything.
[MAURA CHUCKLES]
All you need is a password for the wireless system.
Do you have a laptop?
Uh, yes, I do.
- Here we go. - Thank you.
- Here we go. - Oh.
I'm very impressed.
I'm just gonna run a quick test to make sure the electrical system has recovered.
Oh. Why? What happened?
Some idiot teacher got fed up with the texting and twittering...
...and went overboard with the visuals to try to get the students' attention.
And did it work?
Yep, you bet. For two whole minutes. Then, um...
In retrospect, a laser show and 3D holograms was one gigawatt too many.
I just started my lecture on mechanical engineering and the building blacked out.
- Oh, you're a teacher here? - Yeah.
You thought I was the AV guy.
What? No. No, I didn't.
Yes, I totally did. I am so sorry.
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
Don't be. Don't be. It means I'm not annoying and pretentious. Yet.
Um, thank you so much for your help.
Anytime. It was fun.
Hello.
Break a leg.
Chelsea paid her people well.
The chef, the butler, and Polly all own property and have solid credit.
Chauffeur's the one who can't live within his means
What do we got?
Uh, we got a chauffeur with a cash flow problem.
Brad Oskoff.
He has expensive tastes and 15 grand in credit card debt to show for it.
He only pays the minimum every month so eventually he'll drown in interest.
Not worth killing over. What about the kids?
Larry Jr., a successful businessman, built his company from the ground up...
...without taking a cent of his family's money.
Like father, like son.
On the other hand, the younger son, Kalter, is 28, still lives at home.
Got back from his eleventh stint in rehab.
- I doubt he abstains from the family fortune. - Chelsea kept him heavily supervised.
No access to cash without the approval of his sobriety counselor.
- What's his drug of choice? - Heroin.
Well, if he's using again, he needs money, and I mean right now.
The Rothsburgher mansion must be full of stuff that a pawn shop owner would salivate over.
Let's get a list of Chelsea's valuables from the insurance company. See if anything's missing.
KORSAK: Hey. ANGELA: Hi, guys.
FRANKIE: Hey, Ma. - Ah, Ma, I forgot.
I forgot about the doctor's appointment.
- Sorry, I gotta reschedule. - Jane, it'll only take an hour.
Come on, let's go. It's important.
Okay, well then maybe I'll try for a Saturday appointment.
- I wrote the number down... - All right. I'll reschedule it for you.
That would be fantastic. Why are you doing this?
A thank you would suffice.
You're right. Thank you.
- No, not in front of people. - You're very welcome.
Thank you all so much. Thank you. Nice to meet you
Thank you.
[CHATTERING]
You were great.
You think so? L...
I thought I completely botched the section on the importance of statistics in DNA matching.
That has nothing to do with teaching. People just don't understand statistics.
Well, I must say that being in front of a class, it's, um, invigorating.
It's like being a rock star without the screaming fans or the money.
[CHUCKLES]
But I'm dreading the grading part.
Mm. It's the worst.
When I was a T.A., I used to throw up before and after I turned my grades in.
What did you do to change that?
It's got easier over time. I still dread it, but I don't throw up my guts up anymore.
So that's progress.
[CHUCKLES]
Guess I was hoping there was a way I could fix that.
Probably not. I don't think feelings can be fixed.
Well, if you need any more unhelpful advice, I'm your man.
Thanks. I'm always looking for the least helpful advice.
- Here, let me help you with this. - Thank you.
Would you want to get a coffee with me?
- I'd love to. - Great.
Okay.
Someone swipes my mom's necklace, you think it's me.
KORSAK: Was it? BRAD: Are you crazy?
- I don't know people who could move that. - That's your defense?
- You wouldn't know how to unload it? - No, my defense is I didn't do it.
How many times have you said, "It wasn't me" or "I'm not using"?
- What do you think, a thousand? - I'm sober 74 days.
I don't care if you believe that.
You don't know anything about me.
I know you have a disease that's hard to deal with.
Most people don't think it's a disease.
What about your mother? Was she like most people?
No, she wasn't like anybody else in the world.
Even after everything, she still believed in me.
I don't know why.
Was she worried about you having access to your inheritance?
She said to put it in a trust. I can't access it till I'm sober a year.
That's not in the will.
You think I killed my mother because I couldn't wait six months to get her money?
The last thing I want in the world is my inheritance.
- You expect us to believe that? - I'm an addict.
That money will kill me and not one person will be surprised.
Least of all me.
KORSAK: Thank you for checking.
Insurance confirmed the diamonds in the necklace were marked with an ID code.
So no breaking it down to sell the stones. And it looks like Kalter was right.
- Nobody tried to pawn it. - No, not worth the hassle.
Insurance company would spend hundreds of hours tracking it down.
The pawn shop owner would end up on the wrong side of a stolen property charge.
[PHONE RINGS]
Detective Korsak.
I bet you were. Shocked and appalled, indeed.
Well, thank you very much.
One of the auction houses. Took the necklace in consignment.
They're faxing a still from the security video.
- Shocked and appalled? - Yeah. Claimed they had no idea...
...that stolen property was there at such a prestigious establishment.
- You buy that? - Not for second.
But I am trying to be less cynical.
FRANKIE: Larry Rothsburgher.
Now, that is the kind of stuff that makes it hard for me not to be cynical.
My mother asked me to sell the necklace months ago, and I just forgot.
I'm glad you called me in so I could help sort it out.
We're glad you're glad, because there's a few things we need your help with.
- Anything. KORSAK: We were wondering why a guy...
...who built his business with his own... - Never took a dime of the family's money.
- Self-made man. Just like my dad. - Right, you've said that a lot.
Actually, you've said that in every interview you've done.
We looked into your company's finances...
...and selling that necklace would buy you a few weeks at best.
Well, if you have something to say, say it.
Your company's crashing. Your reputation as a businessman is going down with it.
Getting that inheritance would stop that. Is that clear enough for you?
I didn't kill my mother.
I would never hurt her.
Where were you the night she died?
I was at home. My wife was out of town. So I was by myself.
- Doing what? - Reading.
JANE: Reading what?
- Proust. - Didn't think anyone still read Proust.
Which one of Proust's many books were you reading?
Look, I'm telling you the truth.
You have motive, access, and your alibi is not only flimsy, it's kind of pretentious.
And the only way we can help you is if you are honest with us.
I want to talk to my lawyer.
Hey, Ma.
Hey, there you are. Listen, you have to take folic acid as soon as possible.
Good to know. Uh, were you able to reschedule my doctor's appointment?
Well, I tried, but if you don't cancel at least 24 hours ahead of time they charge you...
...so I just went to the appointment.
You went to my doctor's appointment? For my pregnancy?
I told them I'm your mother. I didn't pretend to be you.
I'm not some kind of crazy person.
What did you talk about at my doctor's appointment?
Well, I asked them if I could be your midwife.
- Ma, you're not going to deliver my baby. - It's not gonna be a home birth.
We could go to the hospital.
There's no "we." This is not a "we." You know what?
I can get my own vitamins. I can talk to my own doctor.
I can go to my own appointment.
I was just trying to help you.
You're not being helpful. You're being invasive. Stop.
[GASPS]
Aw, Jesus. Ma.
Five sigma's fun, but forensics solves crimes.
Ahem. Okay. Five sigma's fun, but forensics solves crimes. Chin up.
You will not believe what my mother... What are you doing?
Eighty-nine, 90, 91... I'm just, uh... I'm doing my usual 100 brushes a day.
- What does it look like I'm doing? - Looks like you were singing into your brush...
...and practicing for your summer camp talent show.
That's absurd. The camps I went to never had talent shows.
What's that?
Thrombotic thrombocytopenic, what? These are the worst lyrics ever.
I am practicing for my next lecture.
Yeah, how did it go today?
It went well. Too well.
- What happened? - Nothing. Um...
It's just that now there are expectations that I'm gifted as a teacher.
And I don't know what I did for anyone to think that, so...
If someone or anyone comes to my next lecture and they're disappointed...
...maybe they won't like me.
- And maybe I don't want them to anyway. - Okay.
Um...
Someone paid you a compliment that you're not really handling well because...
You met a guy.
- Oh, pfft. - Ah! And you like him. Who is he?
- His name is Jack Armstrong. - Jack Armstrong.
- He's a professor. - A professor.
He knows how to use tools.
He's smart and he's funny, and he may actually be a grown up.
Seriously?
And when I look at him, I picture us having sex. If you get my drift.
It'd be impossible not to. But, okay, so what? Why are you so upset?
Because...
Because I know that it just won't work between us.
There's just no way.
- He's married? - No. Divorced, six years. Has a daughter.
- He's about to be deported? - Born and raised in Michigan.
Department rivalry, like a Jets-Sharks kind of thing?
Jane, it's not gonna work because it just can't.
Because every time I feel this way about someone, it ends badly.
Okay. Well, hang on a second. I mean, I've never seen you like this. You're swooning.
Ugh. To swoon is to faint from emotion.
I know, but I don't have a word for singing in a sexy voice into your hairbrush.
[PHONE BUZZES]
Come on, give the guy a chance, okay?
It's Frankie. I gotta go. Here.
Okay. And we're sexy. We're sexy. Sexy.
- Go away. - Sexy.
Hi, Polly. What can we do for you?
I heard Mr. Larry is being held here, that you suspect him in his mother's murder?
Uh, well, I'm sorry, but we can't comment on an ongoing investigation.
But you're making a mistake. He couldn't have hurt his mother.
When he found out she died, he was a wreck.
Completely heartbroken.
I've known him most of his life. He's a good man.
Well, sometimes good people do bad things, Polly.
I'm very sorry.
His lawyers will let you know how to help. During the trial phase, friends and family...
No, you're not listening. I can prove that he's innocent.
You can?
Larry did not murder his mother. I did.
I understand that Polly's confession was emotionally charged.
But her claim that she helped Chelsea commit suicide by giving her morphine...
...is patently false.
Chelsea Rothsburgher did not die of an overdose.
She gave us a pretty detailed confession. She told us how they came up with the plan.
- How they hoarded morphine. Picked the day. - Why would she admit it?
Could be protecting Larry.
Could be a pathological liar with narcissistic tendencies.
She could be having a psychotic break.
Or she could be telling the truth.
- Yep, she's telling the truth. JANE: What just happened?
- A second ago, she was a pathological liar. - I tested Chelsea's saline bag.
The contents are a mixture of saline and liquid morphine.
So Polly did kill Chelsea, just like she said.
Her story is true, but she didn't murder Chelsea.
By the time Polly injected morphine in the saline bag, Chelsea was already dead.
- Come again? - If Chelsea's heart had been pumping...
...the morphine would've been drawn into the blood flow and killed her.
- Except that someone got to her first. - Indeed.
She's guilty of attempted murder, at least.
The law is very clear. The attempted murder of a dead body is not a crime.
[FRANKIE SIGHS]
So we're saying that two separate people...
...both just happened to try to murder the same person on the same night?
- What do you think? - No such thing as a coincidence.
Maybe Polly knew what Larry Jr. Did and thought she could protect him...
...by injecting the morphine and taking the fall.
That would be a good theory, but I met Larry Jr. And his lawyer.
I might have implied that our case is airtight and Larry Jr. Is two steps away from death row.
Massachusetts doesn't have the death penalty.
My point was made. Larry admitted he lied about his alibi to protect his marriage.
He was with another woman?
He was being intimate with two other women and one man. At the same time.
And unfortunately, there's video. For our eyes only.
Did I say ours? I meant yours.
Oh, come on guys, don't do this to me.
It's a chain of command thing. I'm sorry, our hands are tied.
[FRANKIE SIGHS]
Hey, um, you remember the guy that sat there yesterday?
Yeah.
Well, the desk, the chair, it's just kind of become a thing.
You know, we need to do something to de-thingify it. You know what I mean?
Maybe if one of us, you know, sat there sometimes, it wouldn't seem so empty.
That's a great idea. We should definitely do that.
I mean, Maura needs me, so...
- Yeah, I gotta be somewhere. - Yep, okay.
- Hi. - Hey.
- Are you looking for something? - No.
Um, I'm hiding from an empty chair.
Literally or philosophically?
Both, I think. What are you doing?
The final test results came back on the saline bag.
And there was enough morphine in there to end her life peacefully and painlessly.
Any chance the air embolism could have killed Chelsea while sleeping?
No, she would have been wide awake. Felt every excruciating moment.
It's just tragic, the brutal irony of her death.
- How do you mean? - Well, she planned on dying one way.
What happened was the opposite of what she wanted.
Yeah.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
- Dr. Isles? - Yes.
- Could you sign here, please? - Yes.
Thank you.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
He wrote the card in Latin. Barf.
- What kind of flowers are these? - It's actually a tree.
Over the next two weeks, the roots are gonna get so strong...
...that they're gonna break the pot unless I re-plant it with enough room to grow.
A Latin card and a metaphor plant? He could be your soul mate.
Or your clone.
The truth is, I have been doing a field study on dating for over ten years...
...and I can no longer ignore the results. There is no Mr. Right out there for me.
Maura, come on, all right? You can't look at relationships like they're scientific experiments.
The guy who I had the most amazing sexual chemistry with? A face licker.
Yeah.
And the next guy who I had feelings for ended up dead...
...and I was framed for his murder.
To be fair, getting murdered was not his fault.
For all we know, he could have been a wonderful boyfriend.
And then the guy who said that he really wanted my body?
He meant it literally, because he was a serial killer...
...who made sculptures out of dead women's bodies.
- Yes, that was unfortunate. - Yeah.
But would a serial killer send you a romantic metaphor plant?
I'm not sure.
The Nerium oleander has two meanings.
- It's rare and beautiful, and also deadly. - Really?
Mm.
You'd think a guy would brush up on botany before sending a tree with mixed messages.
- Okay. - Where are you going?
Honey, I'm sorry. I know you're iffy about trusting your gut when it comes to men.
But your professional instincts are spot on...
...and what you said about the irony about Chelsea's death...
...that could be the key to this case.
[SIGHS]
That bad?
I've seen things I can't unsee.
You okay?
Larry's not our guy. And let's not talk about it ever again.
That's probably for the best.
So Maura told me that an air embolism is excruciating...
...and that Chelsea probably woke up and felt her heart exploding.
Note to self: Don't go that way.
We've been looking at this the wrong way. It's not about millions of dollars.
- The motive is personal. - What do you mean?
Someone found out about Chelsea's plan for suicide...
...and didn't want her to die peacefully. They wanted her to suffer.
- Somebody hated her. - Yeah.
So all we have to do is figure out who.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
- Hi. - Hi.
- Come on in. - Thank you.
Please, have a seat.
[CLEARS THROAT]
I think it's best to be up front.
Damn.
I haven't finished yet.
You were gonna say you're not that into me.
I'm sorry.
I really thought we had chemistry. It seemed like you thought so too.
We do. I just think that's actually the problem.
- You're going with "It's not you, it's me"? - Oh, no, it's you. Very much you.
That's direct.
For some reason, the men I'm attracted to...
...all have serious neurological and biological disorders.
And since I'm wildly attracted to you, I strongly suggest that you get a full physical...
...and psychological checkup immediately.
And don't be afraid of a second opinion.
Because a misdiagnosis would cost you valuable time.
You're wildly attracted to me?
I just told you that you might be severely ill, and that's all you heard?
Are you sure about this?
You really want to live alone in fear instead of with somebody who knows what it's like?
- No. - Okay, then. So we're both terrified.
But the only thing that scares me more than getting hurt is never falling in love again.
It only needs to work out once, right?
- That's what my best friend's mother says. - Your friend's mom is a very wise woman.
She also says you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince.
Actually incorrect on many levels, but I still like the sentiment.
That's exactly what I said.
So, what do you think?
I'm not an amphibian with unlikely royal ancestry...
...but you willing to take a chance on me anyway?
Did Polly know who else might've known about her plan to kill Chelsea?
She swears they kept it secret, but they talked about the plan for weeks.
- Why so long? - Chelsea wanted every detail to be perfect.
From the amount of morphine to the wine with her last meal.
- A lot of talk in a house full of people. - The only visitors were her sons.
So her kids and the household staff...
...are the only people who could've overheard the plan.
Yeah. I'll have Frankie do a background check, try and figure out who wanted to see her suffer.
Ma, that's not what I ordered.
I mean, thank you, and would you please sit with me while I eat?
Okay, I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings.
And we can talk about my pregnancy.
Just... Will you please just be respectful of my boundaries?
You think this is about my boundary problems?
You don't have any boundaries either.
You've got ten-foot walls made of steel.
And I know why you built them.
Because you watched me make the mistake of being completely dependent.
So to avoid the same fate, you chose never to depend on anyone.
But now you have to decide.
Whether those ten-foot walls are working for you.
Or are they just leftovers from trying so hard not to be me?
I'm sorry I went to your doctor's appointment.
I should have asked you first.
Who are you and what have you done with my mother?
Eat your chicken.
What did you find?
You remember Brad Oskoff?
Yeah, the, uh, handyman chauffeur with the expensive taste.
His mother, Katrina Oskoff, worked at the Rothsburgher mansion...
...from 1976 to 1979.
The year Brad was born.
After that, Katrina lived in a house bought by the Rothsburgher Corporation.
She died of liver disease when Brad was 16 years old.
The year he started working for the family.
- What was that about coincidences? - No such thing.
There's definitely a resemblance.
You know, if I was a Rothsburgher by blood but had to work as the help...
...I'd be pretty pissed off too.
You think Brad's been stewing on it all this time?
- Jane. - Hmm?
Yeah. L...
[SIGHS]
Guys, what are we gonna do about Frost's chair?
I think...
...you were right before. We should use it.
Then what?
Only one way to find out.
I gotta say...
...I know he's in my thoughts, he's in my heart...
...and some people would say he's in this room...
...but Detective Barry Frost isn't sitting here.
Yeah, it's just a chair.
Chair.
Thanks.
Maura says the syringe used to inject an air bubble into Chelsea's vein...
...would be empty. No residue. - Brad's too smart to throw the weapon away...
...at the house. - Where did he say he was?
At the movies. The theater attendant saw him before and after.
That leaves two hours and forty minutes.
Let's check the trash cans on his route and at the movie theater.
He probably dropped the syringe along the way.
Yeah.
The DNA on the cylinder was yours. Got there when you took the cap off...
...with your teeth. People make that mistake. - Using a syringe is not a crime.
We also found some DNA at the nose of it. It's a small sample.
We had to send it away for a specialized test.
We're confident it's gonna come back positive for Chelsea's DNA.
You have the opportunity to give us your side, make a better deal with the DA.
Not feeling chatty?
All right, we'll go first.
Yeah, it took us a while to see the resemblance. Same jaw, same eyes.
I don't know what you're talking about.
When Chelsea said she would give you a lump sum like the staff, was that the last straw?
I didn't care about that.
- You should. You're Larry Rothsburgher's son. - Shut up.
You didn't know, did you?
She wanted forgiveness.
She was sorry for not having welcomed me into the family like she should have.
She just couldn't get over the fact that her husband had an affair. With my mom.
So she tried to give you money. Make things right.
I didn't get a chance to know my dad when he was alive because it was too hard for her.
And she tried to make it right with a pile of money?
How did you know she was gonna commit suicide?
Because I saw Polly hiding bottles of liquid morphine.
And the idea of her just getting to go to sleep...
- It made you angry. - She decided my life was dirt.
Why should she get to choose an easy death?
[MONITOR BEEPING]
[MONITOR BEEPING RAPIDLY]
[GASPING]
She kept trying to breathe.
It only took three or four minutes, but it felt like a year.
[GASPING]
Well, she suffered. You got what you wanted.
Why doesn't that make you happy?
Every time I close my eyes...
...I see her face, staring at me.
And I...
I think she was trying to forgive me.
I just wanna go back to the day that she told me the truth and say:
"It's okay.
It's okay."
And just say, "I forgive you."
And it's completely normal to be like a cat in heat during your second trimester.
Really? I thought that was a myth.
Mm, it's not. So beware of pregnancy goggles.
- You mean like beer goggles? - Mm.
Worse. Stick to these rules:
No fanny packs, no cell phone holsters...
...and no sandals with black socks.
- That's just good rules for life in general. - Mm.
You can't imagine how many times I used to ask your father to pull over so we could get-
No, no, no. No. You see?
That boundary? You just blew right past it.
So it's okay to talk about sex with strangers but not your father and your boss?
Write that down.
[ENGINE GROWLING OUTSIDE]
- She took the Triumph on her date? - Yeah, apparently he's a fan of the sidecar.
[JANE CHUCKLES]
Hi.
- Hey. - Hey.
That's it?
We're working on our boundaries.
Yes, apparently it's better if we let you volunteer things.
Well, he didn't try to kill me.
ANGELA: Mm. Ha, ha. - Yay.
That's a good sign.
What are you drinking?
JANE: Grapefruit Lucies. - Grapefruit Rickey.
It's a Grapefruit Rickey, but without the Rickey it's grapefruit.
May I have one, please? But a real one, not the one that we're making Jane drink.
Sure.
So tell me, was the governor upset with Jane's phone prank?
Well, according to the press conference...
...he was very glad that he pushed for further investigation.
- So apparently not. ANGELA: Ooh.
So this is a cause for celebration.
Because we solved the case, but didn't get the credit?
No, because you didn't get fired, and Maura is pretty sure she's not dating a serial killer.
ANGELA: Whoo-hoo! JANE: Hooray!
Hooray.
[ALL LAUGHING]
Give me one sip.
No.
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