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Aah!

I love a good nor'easter.
Ugh.

I would love to meet the person
who installed this roof.

What are you doing here
so early?

Traffic's terrible.

Maura, headquarters is, like,
less than a mile away.

Well, I was reviewing protocols
for Hope's clinics,

and I was hoping to drop them
off before work.

And... voilà.

For you for tomorrow night.

Tomorrow night?
What's tomorrow night?

Oh, no. You are not
getting out of it.

Getting out of what?

The Minuteman Mystery Writers
Conference.

You promised.

Yes! That's tomorrow night.
Fantastic.

It'll be fun.

You know, there's a panel
discussion on dramatic theory.

And I really believe
that the insight

of professional writers
will improve my understanding

of internal structure better.

I haven't decided yet whether or
not Aristotle's "Poetics" or...

What if it gets rained out?

It's inside.

Oh, great! Rizzoli.

Isles.

Jennie Tate, 32.

What is a patient doing in here?

And frankly,
where the hell is here?

Here is a new cancer wing.

Whole building's been closed
for four months for renovation.

Jennie was an overnight
chemotherapy patient

in the adjoining building.

A nurse came in and changed
her IV at 3:45 this morning.

When she looked in on her again
at 6:45, Jennie was gone.

Right around the time
the workers found her.

She may have been exercising.

You know, a recent article

in the "Journal of Oncology"
suggests that moderate exercise

can improve the effects
of chemotherapy.

Any reports of her
going for a walk?

No.
Any cameras?

No cameras, and no one
saw her leave the ward.

We have lights coming.

The impalement appears to be
the only injury.

You know, she may have fallen,
but I can't be sure until I...

All: Until you perform
the autopsy.

Very funny, but true.

What's with the white rose?
Was she carrying that?

No one I interviewed
mentioned it.

Find out if there were roses
in Jennie's room.

If there were,
find out who sent 'em.

Jane.
Hey.

Frankie said Jennie
didn't have flowers in her room.

What about the other patients?

No flowers. So where'd
this white rose come from?

Push the button.

Push the button.
Push the button.

Why?
'Cause he's right behind me.

Who? Who? Him!

Oh! Hey. Wait.

Hey.

Hey!
Ah...

Uh, sorry.

You're running from him because
he invited you to a concert?

Yes. I went to his house for
what he called "the big game."

Do you know he does taxidermy?

Taxidermy?

Oh, yeah. Little mice.

He even has a favorite...
St. Kilda.

All right, well,
I mean, you know, that's...

odd, but harmless.

He dresses them up
in seasonal costumes.

Skiing, surfing, leaf raking.

Back to the game. Sox?

The National Shinty
Championships.

Kent was wearing a jersey
and a kilt.

Well, special occasional,
championship and all.

Yeah. That's... that's normal.

He had one for me.

A jersey?

I wish.
Unh-unh.

At least he didn't
have one for his mouse.

Wrong again, friend.

Oh, yeah.

Come on.

Detective Rizzoli, there's
a woman here with information

about the homicide
at the hospital.

Okay. Um, where is she?
The interview room?

Interrogation room.
Interview room's flooded.

All right, thanks.

Samantha Caspary?

Um...

Hi. I'm Detective Rizzoli.
This is Sergeant...

What can you
tell me about the murder

at the Mallon Hospital?

Detective Korsak.

Was she a patient?

Where was the body found?
Was she thrown from the roof?

Are you a relative or a friend?

What? No. No, no.

So, what is your interest
in this case?

So sorry.
I tend to get carried away.

I'm in town for
the Mystery Writers Conference.

So you're a writer.

Yes, which is why when I heard
about your case,

I just had to come in.

Okay. Um...

we don't do interviews.

So I'll, uh, get an officer
and he'll escort you...

But I can help you...
to the front.

If you just tell me
about the case.

Uh, I think
you're a little bit confused.

We ask the questions.

How is it exactly you think
you can help us?

I know who did it.

You do.

The victim was impaled, right?

And the killer
left flowers behind.

Just cut to the chase,
Ms. Caspary.

You are looking for a ghost.

As the story goes, Hannah Rose
was a patient at the hospital.

Angered by her untimely death,

she came back as a ghost
and killed several people.

How many is several?

I don't know.

I heard the story secondhand.

Actually,
it might've been third-hand

on a visit to the U.S.
long time ago.

And I was told that the doctor
who was treating the patients

was found impaled
on an iron post.

Multiple murders,
a ghost killer...

Sounds like something
I would've heard about,

but I haven't.
Nobody has,

which is why it's too much
of a coincidence

to be... coincidence.

Okay, I'll have someone
look into the story.

Great.

I can't find anything
in writing,

and the Mallon Hospital

won't let me anywhere
near their archives.

So you thought you'd come to us

and we'd look
in the archives for you?

Well, I must confess,
I was rather hoping

that my information
would help you,

and you would return the favor.

Mm.

Hey. Anything helpful
from the Caspary woman?

Oh, yeah, if we're looking for
the Headless Horseman

or if we're gonna take a ride
in the Mystery Machine?

No.

Okay, what have we got so far?

Well, Jennie Tate was
a data entry clerk

with an insurance company.

Now because of her illness,

she was on extended sick leave
for the last six months.

Husband?

Charles. He's an actuary
with the same company.

Co-worker said they were good,
hard-working people.

What about the hospital?

No threats or any other
violent incidents.

Nina's still running background
on the employees.

Will you have Nina check
the other patients

in Jennie's chemotherapy group?

Yeah.
All right.

Those archives could hold
the key to a fascinating story.

That might be true, but this is
a homicide investigation...

Hi. You looking for me?
No.

You've got Samantha Caspary.

Mm-hmm.

Samantha Caspary,
potential crazy person.

Oh, no, no, no. She is an author
with a PhD from Oxford.

Wrote a captivating best-selling
biography on Dr. Joseph Bell.

The Scottish lecturer

who was the inspiration
for Sherlock Holmes.

If I say, "Wow, I'd really
love to read that,"

can we talk about the case?

Jennie Tate was
in partial remission.

Her cancer was responding to a
rather new combination of drugs.

Did the drugs cause her death?

The drug levels in her blood

were well below
fatal toxicity levels.

Also, there was no evidence
of sexual assault.

And the degree
of blunt force trauma

is consistent with a fall.

What about that giant piece
of iron bar

sticking out of her chest?

Did that have anything to do
with her death?

Well, technically, that was
the instrumentality,

but the cause of death
was drowning.

The bar pierced her
pulmonary artery,

her lungs filled with blood,
and she drowned.

Could this have been
an accident?

Well, those drugs do produce
a mild state of disorientation.

So it seemed possible,
until I noticed this.

These small lacerations
couldn't be seen earlier

because they didn't bleed.

These are from the rose.
Yes.

So our killer watched Jennie die

and then pressed her hand
around the rose.

It's not an accident or a ghost.

Excuse me. Dr. Isles?

Yes.
I'm Samantha Caspary.

I know who you are.
It is a pleasure to meet you.

I've always wanted to meet you.

I do hope I'm not being
too forward,

but do you have time
for a coffee?

I really don't.

Of course.
You must be so busy.

It's just that I have read
so many of your forensic papers.

Really?
Oh, yes.

Your paper on the effect of
immersion on the rate of decay

could've been a short story.

Do you do any other kind
of writing?

Well, I have written
a few short stories

for my creative writing class.

Aha. Well, I'm here for
the writers conference.

Maybe we could meet for dinner
or drinks?

I could pick your brain, and you
can show me your short stories.

I'd love that.

Woman over PA:
Ultrasound to Radiology...

Our killer used this building's
history to cover a murder.

I cannot understand
how people believe in ghosts.

They're just trying to deal
with the finality of death.

Probably understand it
a lot more

if they saw
what we saw every day.

Oh, that might be
too much understanding.

But I don't think it's crazy

to believe in
a certain life force

that doesn't die
with a physical body.

Oh, I didn't know you and Kiki
joined a cult.

That's pretty strong words
for someone who followed

the departed Barry Frost
all over town.

I just saw him
'cause I wanted to see him.

Or maybe it's that energy
I'm talking about.

We've all felt it
one time or another,

whether we want to
admit it or not.

I miss him.

Me, too.

Jennie Tate was part of
a cancer drug program

that Mallon Hospital recently
agreed to underwrite.

We understand that
she was in remission.

She was one of our first
success stories.

And we all feel terrible
about the incident.

It wasn't an incident,
Ms. Najafi. It was a homicide.

A homicide?

Yes. What did you think
happened?

I don't know,
a-a terrible accident.

We're gonna need Jennie's
medical records,

the hospital security log,
list of all employees.

I need to call
our legal department.

While you're at it, could you
tell them we also need

their records
of any lawsuits pending,

any threats against
the hospital or staff?

Anything that would make the
hospital a target for revenge.

Wait. You think this could
have something to do

with the hospital?
We do.

Are you familiar with
the Hateful Hannah story?

One of our senior board members
told me that ridiculous tale.

Can we speak to him, please?
He's no longer with us.

Do you know where we can
find him?

I'm sorry. I mean, he died.

Uh, like I said, he was
a senior board member.

Does anybody else know
the story?

I hope not. It could ruin
our hospital.

Really? A ghost story?
Please stop saying "ghost."

In 1905, that story nearly
caused the financial ruin

of this hospital.

That was a long time ago,
Ms. Najafi.

People will come back
to a hospital

if they get an infection,
Sergeant.

In fact, it's expected.

But no one will come to
a haunted hospital.

We'll be discreet, but we have
to check out every lead,

even if it involves a story
none of us believes.

Yes?

A nurse heard screams coming
from the renovation site.

Our security guard
won't go near it.

To the right?

Shit!

Jane.

Russell Morgan, the oncologist
in Jennie Tate's treatment.

If someone wanted Dr. Morgan
and Jennie Tate dead,

there are easier ways.

Why the elaborate scheme?

To throw suspicion
off themselves,

like blaming cousin Larry.
Except ghosts don't exists.

True, which probably means
someone's trying to get back

at the hospital for some reason
we haven't discovered yet.

Hey, the construction
on the new wing

is three months behind schedule.

Well, the contract might've had
a penalty for late completion.

Which would be invalid
if the hospital contributed

to the delays because of,
oh, I don't know,

a murder investigation?

I'll look into it
first thing in the morning.

Hey, Frankie,
why don't you and I stay

on Jennie Tate
and Dr. Morgan?

Can you ask Nina to check for
any malpractice lawsuits?

Maybe somebody was unhappy with
the care they received.

Why don't you just tell Kent
you don't want to go?

It's not that easy.

Kent has this way
of making me feel bad.

Then go.
It's just a couple hours.

Will you go with me?
No.

You see how easy that was?

Okay. Maura is done
with Dr. Morgan's autopsy.

Hey, what do you think about
this Samantha Caspary?

Our nosy writer?
Mm-hmm.

A few ghost murders would be
good for future book sales.

Yeah, but why walk in here
and tell us about

the ghost stories if she's
the one behind it all?

Maybe the creepy
he from the deep

told her to do it,

or maybe she's just dumber
than we think she is.

She gave us an alibi.

She said she was on the train
from New York arriving at 7:30.

We're still confirming it.

But telling a lie that specific
would be really dumb.

Were you in the room with her...
Okay, I'm gonna see Maura.

Hi.
Oh, good.

I wanted to give you
the autopsy results

before I left.

Okay.

Overdose.

Well, there was a needle mark
on the back of his neck,

which was the injection site
for the same cancer drugs

that he was using
on his patients.

His heart stopped within seconds
of being injected.

Who would have access
to those drugs?

I requested an inventory
from the hospital,

but in the meantime, I'm running
tests on another theory.

You're not gonna tell me
the theory, are you?

No, not until the tests
are complete.

Oh, Maura!

Oh. I've got to go. I'm having
drinks with Samantha.

Samantha? The woman that thinks
that ghosts murder people?

Well, she doesn't really
think that.

I mean, she's just tracking
an interesting story.

Okay, 'cause she doesn't
seem very...

What?

Sane.

Well, if she's not crazy,
she's up to something.

All right,
well, I'll be careful.

I love it.

I sense a "but" coming.

No "but."

I have read published authors

whose first drafts
aren't this polished.

Really?
Yes, really.

Have you ever thought about
trying something longer?

A novel, perhaps?

I have.

I would love to put you
in touch with my editors.

Oh!

Dessert for my favorite
medical examiner

and her friend.

Double chocolate lava cake.
And is that vintage port?

Well, if vintage means, um,

sitting on the shelf
for a really long time?

This is Angela,
Detective Rizzoli's mother.

Samantha's in town for
the writer's conference.

How do you do?
Pleasure to meet you.

I can see where the detective
gets her beauty.

Oh, I like her.

Writer?
Yes. Yes.

Maura's a writer.

Ah.
I write. There's a difference.

Hounds are calling.

Are you always this modest?

No.

But let's talk about you.

You know, I am amazed
at the attention to detail

in your stories.

How do you get your inspiration?

Research, research, research.

When I wrote "The Detective
Doctor of Edinburgh,"

I moved to Edinburgh

so that I could be completely
immersed in his world.

I wanted to write about
Joseph Bell,

so I learned everything
I possibly could

about his father, et cetera.

The story behind the story.

Like Hateful Hannah.

That ghost story isn't real.

Something happened, and people
attached a ghost to it.

I might never know why,
but, oh, well.

We can't always have the answers
to our questions, can we?

I look forward to reading
your first novel.

Thank you.
Oh, keep the change.

This storm doesn't let up soon,
I'm buying a bigger boat.

Oh, thank you.

Any luck running down
the fired employees?

Uh, yeah. They all alibied up.
Uh, what about the contractor?

Oh, he's not our killer.

Guy pays a 15% penalty for every
day over the finish date,

regardless of the reason.

Pretty steep.
Mm.

And three accidents
and two murders

won't help him keep his crew
together either.

What about Samantha Caspary?

Conductor saw her on the train

the time
of Jennie Tate's murder.

All right, I'll tell Maura.

Oh, no bother. I told her.
She asked me to do

a more in-depth background
check on her.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, she said she wanted
to address your concerns.

You can relax. Caspary's legit.

Okay.
Frankie's got something.

Come on, Paddington.
Let's go find him.

You looking for me?

Yeah. Take a look at this.

We searched through all
the legal actions filed against

the Mallon Hospital
in the last five years.

You find anything? Oh, the
usual patient complaints...

Insurance coverages, food,
rude nurses.

No one with an ax to grind.
No credible threats.

So what am I supposed
to be looking at?

This.

So I couldn't find anyone
with a good reason

to hurt Jennie Tate
or Dr. Morgan.

But we did find a lot of calls
between the two of them

over the last couple of months.

Nothing unusual there.
He was her doctor.

That's what we thought, too.

Then we noticed that
her husband, Charles,

never called Dr. Morgan...

until...

the night of his wife's murder.

Could be he was concerned
about his wife.

Or maybe he just found out
about this.

The State Road Motel?

This is the guest log
from three months ago.

Dr. Morgan and Jennie Tate...

stayed at the same hotel
on the same night.

What are the odds of that?

Pretty damn good if
they were having an affair.

Just a few things
we need to clear up.

Okay.

When did you find out your wife
was having an affair?

What? An... an affair?

I don't hear you denying it.

What the hell are you
talking about?

She... she had cancer,
for God's sake.

That's not the point.
That's enough.

Where were you the night
your wife died?

At home
until the detectives came

to tell me Jennie was dead.

Was there anyone there?
Someone who can verify that?

No.

Did you go back to
the hospital at any point?

No.

Why'd you call Dr. Morgan
that night?

To check on Jennie.

Are you sure it wasn't
to confront him

about screwing your wife?

You think my wife was having
an affair with Dr. Morgan?

They spent the weekend together
in New Hampshire.

It happens. The doctor/patient
relationship...

It's a strong bond.

I knew about this.
It's not what you think.

Tell me what I should think,
Charles.

Local hospitals wouldn't approve
the use of a new drug cocktail.

Too much liability, they said.

So Dr. Morgan treated Jennie
at a private clinic

in New Hampshire.

Until...
Until Mallon Hospital agreed

to let him give the drugs
to his patients.

You were right about
one thing, detectives.

My wife
did love Dr. Morgan.

So did I.
He was saving her.

I have no idea
why they were killed,

and it seems like
you don't either, so...

unless I'm under arrest...

We worked Charles Tate
pretty hard,

a guy who just lost his wife.

I really hate that part
of the job.

So his story checked out?

Yep. Back to square one.

All right, well,

the contractor had no motive.

None of the hospital employees
held any grudges.

Charles Tate didn't do it.

Yeah, so it's... it's gotta be
about the hospital.

Who would want to shut down
a hospital?

Well, whoever it is may have
enough of the cancer drugs

to kill at least
three more people.

The drugs that killed Dr. Morgan
were from Jennie's IV bag?

Yes, and by my calculations,

there's still 150ccs missing
from the bag.

That's enough to kill
three people?

Well, in a measured amount
such as an IV drip,

it's completely safe, but in
a concentrated dose,

it could result
in immediate death.

I'll call the hospital
and have them keep an eye

on Dr. Morgan's
other patients.

So the rose, the impalement...

Somebody has to know
the details of this ghost story.

Didn't Samantha Caspary
mention something

about hospital archives?

I could send a C.S.R.U. team
down there.

Okay.

If somebody did go through
the files from the early 1900s,

there may be trace evidence.

You know, I might ask
Samantha Caspary to join me.

Why? Well, if there's
no trace evidence,

it still might make sense
to go through the documents.

And her PhD was in
the evolution of baptism

in the English medieval church.

Uh-huh.

Which means that she's gone
through thousands

of ancient records to build
and test her theory.

Oh. So you're saying that
she has good research skills

and she's not allergic to dust.

Exactly. And it wouldn't be
the first time I've enlisted

an expert's opinion.

You okay with this?

Sure, as long as she signs
a nondisclosure agreement.

Even if they find something,
she won't be able to use it.

All right.
Done.

This part of the archive

contain medical records
from before 1920.

If someone's been in here
recently,

my team will know about it.

Thank you so much
for including me.

We're finished in here.
No fresh latents.

I doubt anyone's been near
those shelves in 20 years.

Thank you. I'll see you
back at the lab.

So... I suppose that's it.

Well, I've been thinking
about what you said.

The story behind the story?
Exactly.

Maybe there is something
to the Hannah Rose case

that relates
to the present-day murders.

But there's no way
to really know

unless we go through
these files.

Are you serious?

I brought gloves.

Frankie?

What's going on?

I'm trying to avoid Kent.

Well, if you keep dripping
on my bar,

you can avoid him outside.

Oh.

Why are you avoiding him?

He wants me to go
to a concert with him.

Nice. What concert?

That's just it.
I don't know.

I don't want to spend
an entire night

listening to bagpipes and harps.

Guy's weird.

Oh, come on.
We're all a little weird.

Well, you don't know
the half of it.

Well, I know
he's the new kid in town.

He got here a year ago.

And probably doesn't have
a lot of friends, Frankie.

That's on him.

You could be nice to him.

Yeah.
That's what Nina said.

Good advice.
You should listen to her.

You remember how I became
den mother for the Cub Scouts?

Yeah. You loved it.

No, I did not love it.

I did that so that at least
once a week

you would have some friends.

Get out. No way.

Frankie, you were
a very shy boy.

You had a hard time
making friends.

You needed a little help.

How is that helping?

All these years, I thought those
guys were really my friends.

They became your friends
once they got to know you.

You just needed a chance.

So you think I should tell
Kent to join the Cub Scouts?

Kent gave you a generous offer.

Go. Enjoy it.

You wouldn't be saying that
if you had to go.

I would, too.

Now you came here to eat
or complain?

Tuna melt?

Yeah.

Fascinating.

When I was researching
Dr. Bell,

I read a great deal about
autopsies from this period.

But to actually hold
an autopsy book...

You'd be surprised how little
protocols have changed.

You know, I haven't found
anything pertaining

to this murder/suicide case.
Have you?

Imagine if the people
who wrote these reports

knew that we'd be studying them
over a hundred years later.

What would they make

of all the advances in medicine
and treatments?

That's where the imagination
of the novelist

can help fill in the gaps.

Do you ever think about how
people of the future

will look at the work you do?

Samantha, what are you doing?

You were right to be
suspicious about Samantha.

She said all those nice things
about my writing

just so I'd trust her.

Oh, come on.
That can't be true.

Oh. It's so obvious.

I caught her trying
to remove files.

She just used me to get access
to the archives.

What'd she try to take?

A list of the patients
that died in 1905.

She wanted to research
the families

and see if they knew anything
about Hateful Hannah.

I'll have Nina run
the names on the list,

but that list is
over a hundred years old.

I doubt it has anything
to do with our case.

I just feel so foolish.

I... allowed the flattery
to cloud my reason.

So you're
human like the rest of us?

Well, the archives were
illuminating, though.

Yeah?
According to the records,

Hannah Rose
died of typhoid fever.

Her doctor was looking
for a cure,

trying various treatments
on several patients,

but none were successful
and all the patients died.

What happened to the doctor?

Well, after his patients died,
he committed suicide.

Mm.

But there is no mention
of a ghost or roses

anywhere in the archives.

Well, the administrator
knew all about it.

I mean, she told us about
a ghost story

that nearly destroyed
the hospital.

Well, it was 1905.

People more readily
accepted the supernatural.

And all those deaths
all at once and a suicide,

it would be fertile ground
for a ghost story.

I would think that a murderous
ghost haunting a hospital

would be somewhat newsworthy.
I agree.

But Samantha said she couldn't
find any accounts of the story.

And are we going to believe her
on that one?

Well, if she had found
something,

she wouldn't have come to us.

Well, somehow,
the killer knows all about it

because they had to throw in
the rose

to connect it to Hannah Rose.

Where would they find her name?

Not from the hospital archives.

Those records had been
undisturbed for many years.

Well, with that many deaths
and a suicide,

somebody had to have
reported on it.

If we can't find the article,

then that means somebody
stole it.

No, that's two Z's.
R-i-z-z-o-l-i.

I'm Frankie Rizzoli Junior.

My father is
Frank Rizzoli Senior.

You know, this is, like,

the third time
this has happened.

Can't you make a note
on the file or something?

No, no, no, yeah. Whatever.
I understand.

Thank you for your help.

Everything okay?

My father's having
financial problems.

Somehow his creditors
keep getting my number.

That's annoying.
Yeah.

It's always something
with him, you know?

Maybe it's just a part
of being a Rizzoli.

If I have a son,

he's probably gonna have to
clean up my messes.

Don't do that.
What?

Don't put yourself down
like that.

You're not like your father.
You know that, right?

Yeah, I was just joking.

But I'm not. I knew him.
And I know you.

And I know what you've
grown into the past few years.

You're a good man
and a fine detective.

Thank you.

So maybe it's time to just stop.

Stop what?

Stop being Frankie Junior.
You're not a kid anymore.

Well, I've always been
Frankie Junior.

Doesn't mean you always
have to be... Frank.

Hey.
Hey.

Kent's looking for you again.

Well, he's a hard guy to avoid.

Then maybe you shouldn't
avoid him.

I'll call him. I promise.

I bet you'll have a good time.

Sure.
And maybe after the concert,

you guys could sign up
for Cub Scouts.

I'm gonna disown my mother.

That won't stop her
from telling me

all the cute
Frankie Junior stories.

Did you find anything

in the historical document room
at the library, Scout?

Actually, I did.
Oh.

Turns out a lot of pages
were cut out

of the original editions
of "The Dispatch" from 1905.

These are the names of people
who looked at newspapers

from the early 1900s
over the last two months.

Any, uh, security cameras
in that area of the library?

No. Apparently, they use
all their money

for white cotton gloves.

Hmm.

This is interesting.

Joseph Mason.
Why is he so special?

He died two years ago,

but checked into the library
last month.

There you are. I've been
looking for you everywhere.

Oh! Wow, yeah.

I've been, uh...
I was just about to call you.

I'd love to come.
I would love to come, yeah.

What is it? Is it bagpipes
or... or the Clear Shark?

Clear...

Oh, you mean...
You mean Clàrsach? God, no.

You're not into harp music,
are you?

No, no. I just thought that,
you know, you...

Yes!

This is so cool.

Um, hey, hey, I, uh,

I gotta go canvass a building
for witnesses.

You got time for a ride-along?

Really?
Yeah!

You sure?
Come on.

Oh, that'd be grand. I just need
to get my bag from downstairs.

All right.

I've got an extra ticket
for tonight

if you know anyone else
who wants to come along.

Oh, I know just the person.

Any leads on who might be using
the Mason library card?

Frankie talked to an old-timer
who knew Mason.

Remembered him as being
very frail,

but he had a caregiver who lived
next door... Margery Cannon.

Margery died six months ago
of cancer,

and her husband died
20 years before that.

I'm getting really tired of all
our leads being dead people.

All right.

There were no Margery Cannon
admitted to the Mallon Hospital.

Maybe she was
at a different hospital.

She died at St. Mary's.

"Survived by her devoted
stepson, James Miller."

James Miller. James...

Can you pull the list
of employees

at the Mallon Hospital, please?

Yeah. James Miller.
Maintenance department.

A maintenance guy could
move around the hospital

and never raise an eyebrow.
Yeah, let's go talk to him.

Also, uh, could you call
the hospital, please,

and see if Margery Cannon was
in Dr. Morgan's drug trials?

Yeah.
Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

Ms. Najafi is unavailable,
but she left this for you.

Margery's application to
Dr. Morgan's program was denied.

Her form of cancer couldn't be
treated with his drugs.

So James Miller
came to work every day

and watched people
in the program being cured

while his stepmom died.

So his revenge wasn't
just against the hospital,

but also Dr. Morgan.

And Jennie Tate was just
collateral damage.

Um, could we see James Miller's
personnel file, please?

I'm sorry, Detective,

but Ms. Najafi
is the only person

who has access to those files.
She's out.

Out where?

The construction foreman called,

said there was
some kind of problem.

There's nobody on the site
at this hour.

Thank you.

Woman: Stop! Aah!

No, please!

Aah!

No, please.

James, no! Don't!

Don't do it.

Please help me.

Stay back.

It is not her fault
that your stepmom is dead.

Yes, it is.

No, it's not.
It's not anybody's fault.

They turned her away.
They could've helped her.

It's all their fault.

The treatment wouldn't
help her cancer.

You don't know that.
James, listen to me.

Margery would not have
wanted this.

She helped people.
She took care of people.

She would not want
somebody else to die.

No! No!
Aah!

I got her! I got her! Go!

She all right?

She's responding to
the antitoxin.

Miller never had a chance
to give her the whole syringe.

It's not a ghost.

Thanks.

Don't think about it.

Yeah.

Let's go.

Maura?

Hello.

I'm so glad you still came
to the conference.

What I did was...
unforgivable.

Well, I'm not going to lie.

For a person of your ability
to do such a thing,

it was surprising
and disappointing.

The blank page can make you
a little crazy sometimes.

But I should not have violated
your trust,

and for that,
I am deeply ashamed.

Will you allow me
to make it up to you?

May I introduce you
to some people?

That's not necessary.

No, no. I-I want to.

I meant what I said.
You're a wonderful writer.

And these people might be able
to help you.

Please?

Okay.

Where's Detective Rizzoli?

I thought she was coming here
with you tonight.

Yeah, she's just running
a few minutes late.

She had to shoot someone.

- Hi.
- Oh!

I only shoot people
in the line of duty.

Mostly.

Um, we're fine.

Mm-hmm.

Samantha, in fact, has kindly
offered to introduce us

to some of the wonderful
writers here.

Wow. How kind.
Jane.

What?
Point taken.

Tess! Tess.
Come and meet my friends.

This is Tess.
Hi.

Hi.
Jane Rizzoli.

Ah. She's a detective with the
Boston Police Department.

Oh. And is that dress
official police issue?

Uh, yes.

Actually, you should see when
my brother wears it.

It's even more fabulous.

And this is Dr. Maura Isles.

She's
the Chief Medical Examiner.

It is a pleasure to meet you.

Oh, you two are gonna be
the most popular people

in the room tonight.

You know, no one loves hearing
about murder and mayhem

more than mystery writers.

Absolutely. Shall we? Yes?
Yes.

Such a pleasure to meet you.

Well, I wanna...

Find me every seven minutes.

Ooh. This looks promising.

It's a one-week writer's retreat
in the Adirondacks.

And all vegan, no TV,
no Internet.

No, thank you.

We should both do it.

Do you really hate me that much?

You should write a book, too.

Maura, that might be
the worst idea you've ever had.

Why? You have so many great stories.
Great.

Then you tell them, and I'll
wait for the books on tape.

Well, thanks for coming, anyway.

Yes, the refreshments
were refreshing.

Frankie told me to meet him here
after the concert.

Oh. Uh, well, they are not...

Frankie: Oh, my God.
Here.

That was amazing!

I mean, the... the pyro
and the... the makeup, right?

Oh, my God. We had so much fun.

Friends of yours?

Uh, yeah.
We made lots of friends.

Where's Kent?

Ah! We're gonna rock
this place all night!

Whoo, yeah!
Drinks are on me, guys!

Woman: Whoo!

It's better than the kilt.

Guys, what a gig!

We were there,
right up the front.

He was looking at me. Aah!

And I was like, "Aah!"

Right? Right, and then...

Ohh!

It was so cool! Whiskeys all around,
all around, everybody here.

Whoo!

Yes!