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No free refills, got it?

- Give me another breakfast special.
- Everything okay?

- Oh, you haven't touched your bacon.
- That's bacon? Heh. Who knew?

Well, it's turkey bacon.
It's got a lot less fat in it.

- Try it, it's good.
- You got any ketchup?

Hey. Did you see the sign?
No outside drinks.

- Easy, Stanley.
- Sorry.

He made me throw mine away too.

Cappuccino on the house?

No, thanks. I had enough coffee.

Rizzoli.

- Where's the big tub of cream cheese?
- It had mold on it.

So scrape it off.
You think I'm made of money?

Sir, are you all right?
Mr. Stanley, call for help!

All you had to do was open the café.

- What did you do to him?
- Nothing. Call 911.

Sergeant, get in here and help!

- What's going on?
- He fell over.

- Get the CPR mask.
- Okay.

Need an ambulance at 3 Schroeder Plaza.

- Oh, you come faster if it's a cop?
- Keep people out of the café.

- No, it's a fat guy.
- Oh, gosh.

He's dead.

- Drink.
- Thank you.

Instant? You served me instant?

I'm so tired,
you're lucky I didn't serve you Drano.

- Oh, God. Where's the baby?
- Tommy took the last shift.

Why would people have more
than one of these?

- How'd you get him to stop crying?
- I did this for two hours.

My arms are wrecked.

- He'd be better if he was breast-fed.
- Don't look at me.

Newborns need a lot of human contact
to properly attach.

- Take him out of the car seat.
- He almost fell asleep.

Okay. Come here. Goodness, goodness.

- His name's Mario.
- No, you can't name him Mario.

- Why not? It's Latin. It means "manly."
- Yeah. So there.

- Maura, you ready to swab me?
- What, you two want some privacy?

I'm gonna find out if he's my kid today.

Let's do this. Wait, is this gonna hurt?

Oh, my God, Tommy,
it's a giant cotton swab.

Open up.

Okay.

Okay, now it's Mario's turn.

You're not a Mario.

He looks just like you, Tommy.
We should name him T.J. for Tommy Jr.

It's weird that she's so good with babies.

Yeah. It is a little surprising.

Wasn't it wonderful the way
we tag-teamed the feedings all night?

Baby elephants are raised
by the female relatives in the herd...

...the aunts, the sisters, grandmothers.

Don't repeat this, because I'll deny it...

...but I wish we were elephants
so we could keep him.

Maybe me and Lydia could share him.

What? No, Lydia abandoned him.

Well, technically she didn't abandon him.
She left him with family.

- Which is why I can't arrest her.
- Maybe she was just scared.

- Wow. One hand. Can I try?
- No.

That doesn't make sense.

Suspicious death at the Division 1 Café.
I hope Mom's all right.

It's voicemail. Come on, let's go.

I'm in my robe
and you're in your mother's pajamas.

Yeah, so we'll change in the car. Come on.

- Wait, what do I do with him?
- Use two hands.

What? I--Alone?

- Jane.
- Shh.

- Wait. I can't. Jane.
- Two hands.

Jane!

You sure you're okay?

He's enjoying his breakfast special and, boom,
he just drops dead.

- How's the baby?
- He's fine.

You sure you've never seen this person?

No. Never.

You don't think it's something
he ate here that got him sick, do you?

Botulinum causes death in two to 10 hours.

Hey, you heard her.
We never saw him before.

He brought what killed him with him.

- How'd he die?
- I'm not sure.

The hemoptysis suggests
all kinds of causes.

- We don't even serve hemoptysis.
- Hemoptysis means he coughed up blood.

There's credit cards, cash,
a photo of this boy.

Hey, Korsak, look at this.

What the hell? Victim had my name
and phone number in his wallet.

- Do you recognize him?
- No.

Phil Taylor, 45.

Worked at Jericho Pharmaceutical Supplies.

- I'd like to test the food he was eating.
- Okay.

Hey, Ma, where's his plate?

I, uh.... I don't know.

Stanley, where's the dead guy's last meal?

Why you asking me?
Do I look like a busboy?

Jane, he ordered the breakfast special,
and he didn't eat the turkey bacon.

Oh, but wait. He asked for ketchup.

Thank you, Ma. That's very helpful.

Mr. Stanley, are you okay?

- Check on him. Make sure he isn't faking.
- I'll call the paramedics back.

Are you feeling discomfort
or tightness in your chest?

Maybe some.

Okay, Ma, this is serious.
It's a suspicious death.

The food that you gave the dead guy
is evidence.

You think Stanley got rid of it?

Oh, he wouldn't do that, Jane.

I hope not.
Because if he did, he's going to jail.

Oh. Oh, thank God, bro. Thanks for coming.

I gotta get back to work.

- Is the baby okay?
- Yeah. I think so.

You think so?

I fell asleep on the couch.
He was sleeping on my chest...

- ...and, Frankie, he rolled off.
- Oh, my God.

- Did he hit his head?
- He landed on a pillow.

- Oh, Tommy.
- I know.

What if he can never ride a bike?

- God, I can't be a dad!
- What?

And now he hates me.

Oh, crap.

What if the neighbors called social services?

Calm down, would you?

- Lydia.
- Hey, Tommy.

Oh. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Oh, Tommy Jr.

Oh, I love you so much.

- Tommy Jr.?
- I wanted to call him Mario.

Can you forgive me?

- Can you forgive Mommy?
- Looks like he does.

- You think?
- Lydia...

...you abandoned that baby.

According to my probation officer,
all she did was leave him with his father.

- You the father?
- No.

- How about you?
- I might be.

Okay. Now we're getting somewhere.

Can't leave a baby on a doorstep
and waltz back in when you feel like.

- Did he get frostbite?
- What? No, but he--

Paper boy hit him with a paper?
Raccoons chew his arms off?

- No.
- Okay, there you go. He wasn't abused.

- Let's go, Lydia.
- Wait a minute.

Frankie, do something. Will you arrest her?

- Not Lydia, though.
- I can't.

There's no legal grounds.

We can't prove abuse.
Technically, all she did...

- ...was leave him with family.
- So move.

Unless you're gonna shoot us.

I'm sorry.

Thought he might be better off
with the Rizzolis, but I can't.

- I can't. He's my baby.
- Well, he might be my baby too.

You know, I was up all night with him,
taking care of him.

She's been up bawling all night.

Now, come on, Lydia.

And don't think you're getting
out of child support.

I'm sorry for all the trouble.

We're just gonna go.

Cuckoo birds are brood parasites.

You desperately need some sleep.

I'm thinking
of creative child-rearing solutions.

Okay, what do cuckoo birds do?

They lay their eggs in a host bird's nest...

...and then they let that bird raise the babies.

However, they first destroy
the host bird's eggs.

So all we'll need to do is sneak
into some nice family's home, drop off T.J...

...and get rid of the other kids.

Maybe elephants are a better example.

Oh, very nice.
Barely digested stomach contents.

Mm-hm. What is that? Eggs?

Good for you. Yes.

- Can you tell what that is?
- Only if there's a prize.

- Pancake.
- Ah! Excellent.

- Now, I wonder what this is. Smell it.
- I'm good.

It's a mint leaf.

And this is chocolate,
and this could be whipped cream.

From a milk shake?

No, it was a coffee drink. Likely frozen.

But Ma doesn't serve
frozen chocolate minty cappuccinos.

Frappuccino is a portmanteau
of frappé and cappuccino.

Ever worry that you'll sound pretentious?

- No. What about Tank?
- God, it's gonna be a long day.

Another portmanteau.
Tommy plus Frank equals Tank.

Hang on, we're being interrupted
by something relevant.

Hello, Susie.

Uh, hello, detective. The victim's tox screen.

This is strange.

Phil Taylor had extremely high levels
of warfarin in his blood.

- What's warfarin?
- An anticoagulant.

Which Taylor's medical records
indicate he wasn't taking.

Warfarin is also used in rat poison.

When's the last time we had someone
commit suicide by rat poison?

- Never.
- I think we have ourselves a homicide.

Start in the kitchen first.

- Okay.
- Whoa. Where do you think you're going?

- So you weren't having a heart attack?
- It was gas pains.

- Sorry to disappoint you.
- Okay, this is now a crime scene...

...so I need both of you out of the café
so we can collect evidence, please.

- Was he murdered?
- He was poisoned.

- Oh, how awful.
- I found this on a food-prep counter.

So? Where there's food, there's rats.

- It contains warfarin.
- Okay.

That's rat poison, Stanley.
And that's what killed your customer.

So if any of that ended up in his food...

...you'll be charged with negligent homicide.

No. I'm an innocent man, unjustly accused!

I need a statement. One from you too, Ma.

You're not under arrest,
so Korsak will take yours. Let's go.

I have the right to remain silent.
Anything I say can and will be used against me.

Keep talking, Stanley.
I'd love a reason to arrest you.

- You'll be hearing from my lawyer.
- Okay. Nice talking to you too.

Think this is the end
of this abusive use of power?

You got another thing coming, Rizzoli.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- I thought he was gonna start shouting "Attica!"
- Ha, ha.

Sure does a lot of protesting
for a guy who knows nothing...

- ...about a missing breakfast.
- Mm-hm.

Okay, so,
what do we know about our victim?

He was single, he lived alone.

- But he had a son?
- According to his family, that's not his kid.

They don't know who it is
or why his photo was in Phil's wallet.

Well, that's weird.

Victim was a pharmaceutical executive,
lost his job five years ago.

Was temping
for a pharmaceutical distributor.

And you have no idea
why he had your number?

Nope. Note paper was from St. Avitus.

They have an AA meeting almost every day.

- There was one at 6 a.m. this morning.
- Well, that's right nearby.

Maybe he came in early
and had breakfast while he waited for you.

- Jane, can I talk to you?
- Yeah.

Hey, Frost. Come on.
Let's go check out St. Avitus.

What's the matter?

Lydia took the baby.

Hi, my name's Larry. I'm an alcoholic.

- Hi, Larry.
- I spent so many nights...

...in the drunk tank,
I thought I'd save money...

...and get my law degree,
turn my life around.

Now I'm Larry the Cadillac Lawyer.

Got my office in the trunk of my car.

So if you slip and fall,
you can come and find me in my Caddie.

Thanks for letting me share.

- Five-minute coffee break. Okay?
- Recognize anyone?

She looks familiar, but I can't place her.

Vince.

- Great seeing you too.
- Oh, come on, Vinny.

You really don't recognize me?

- I know we know each other.
- We did.

- Oh, God. Oh.
- Ha, ha.

Oh.

Detective Frost, this is my first wife, Dana.

- How do you do?
- Oh, hi. Wow.

- Uh, how do you forget your wife?
- Oh, it's okay. It's been a while.

Forty years.

And we were only married for three weeks.

It was a year, actually.
I spent most of it in Vietnam.

- I still owe you an apology.
- Pfft.

No need. It was so long ago. Dana...

...we need your help.

- Phil. Is he in trouble?
- He's dead.

- How?
- We don't know yet.

He was just here this morning.
He comes here almost every day.

My name and number were in his wallet.
Did you give them to him?

Yes. I talk about you sometimes.

Let it go, Dana. I have.

- Why did you give him my number?
- He said he needed a cop he could trust.

- He didn't say why.
- Do you know who this is?

I have no idea. No.

- Was Phil close with anyone here?
- No, not really.

Oh, wait. Wait.

He had started hanging out with a woman.
I don't know her name.

- Can you give us a description?
- Mm, forties, blond. Tall, thin, unhappy.

That's really all I know.

Thanks.

- Good to see you.
- You too.

Oh, yeah, really good.
"Hey, what was your name again?"

No, I understand. Thanks for your help, Dan.

Okay, that was the A.D.A. It's what I thought.

As his mother, Lydia has a legal claim.
She holds all the cards.

- And Tommy?
- Didn't get the paternity test back yet.

A relative can file a motion
for temporary guardianship.

Okay.

But it's a three-month wait for a hearing.

Which means T.J. goes into foster care.

- We can't do that to him.
- Lydia does seem hapless, but not evil.

I mean, I don't like her...

...but T.J.'s definitely better off with her...

...than being bounced around in the system.
You don't think she'd hurt him, do you?

No. I wouldn't have let her take him
if I thought something would happen to him.

What about Lydia's mother?
Lydia said she doesn't like babies.

Maybe we should try to get him.

What? You would like to raise T.J.?

Sort of, yeah.

I mean, not full time, just some of the time.

- Oh.
- I don't know. We should tell Ma.

Well, Tommy wants to tell her
once he gets the paternity-test results.

Stomach-contents results came back positive
for high levels of warfarin.

Which means that the portal of entry
is the food that he ate.

Okay, so we need to get that food.
Frankie, will you get the CSRU techs?

Go through the garbage.
Ma said the victim had a breakfast special.

Look for scrambled eggs and half-eaten
pancakes? Are you kidding me?

- It doesn't look like she is.
- Please.

The culprit could also be the coffee...

...although the café doesn't serve
chocolate-mint coffee.

Okay, so put a disposable coffee cup
on your treasure-hunt list.

Thank you.

Is that why you moved the bookshelf?
So you could see dead bodies coming in?

Yes. Isn't it convenient?

Oh, yes. I'm forgetting all my troubles.

I'm sorry, I don't recall your name.

Alex. Alex Simmons.
I haven't been doing many shifts lately.

Not since I started medical school.

- Wonderful. Congratulations.
- Thank you.

It's a lot of work,
but it's what I always wanted to do.

Hey, Dr. Isles,
is that a Casandra Strickenberg?

Uh, why, yes, it is. Heh. How did you know?

Her giveaway is the trapunto effect
in the appliqués.

Love the hand stitching.
Such gorgeous fabric.

With an eye like that, you should've
considered fashion design. Ha, ha.

Actually, I love to sew.
I'm lucky. Great fine-motor skills.

I also knit, crotchet and bead.

- Bead?
- Yeah.

Cool.

- So, Alex, tell us about the victim.
- Lucy Cox.

Thirty-two. Found dead in her apartment
in Dorchester. No signs of visible trauma.

Bloody mucus.
I have to do a gram stain for the sputum.

- Paramedics note how long she was ill?
- A week.

Neighbor said she was at home
from work with a bad cough.

Significant pleural effusion.

Splinter hemorrhages. Oh, no.

I'm gonna tell you both
something frightening.

- I don't want either of you to panic.
- Maura, what is it?

Hold your breath and move fast as you can
to the crime lab. Code red. Go now.

I'm asking you to list the possibilities.

- That's not guessing.
- Jane, try to stay calm.

I am calm.
It's my imagination that's hysterical.

Is it Ebola or leprosy
or Die-Before-Lunch Syndrome?

Ebola is a possibility.

So is SARS, anthrax, dengue fever...

...West Nile virus,
drug-resistant tuberculosis.

I'm Captain Green, incident commander.

- I need to know your level of exposure.
- Limited physical contact, possible aspiration.

Remove your clothing, place it in these bags.

Shower with the decontamination soap.

Change into the Tyvek suit.

Oh. I've only worn
this Casandra Strickenberg once.

- Oh, how awful.
- It's a real tragedy.

- You need to take a decontamination shower.
- What?

Where's the stall?

Well, now is no time to be modest, Jane.

The longer you delay, the more chance
you have of becoming infected.

Well, this is awkward.

Sorry. Medical school.
I'm exhausted. It's killing me.

But....

What?

- You want your Tyvek?
- I can't wait to wear it.

I'd also like about a hundred more
of these tiny towels.

Okay, I am officially offended.

- This is interesting.
- What--?

What? That Alex fell asleep
while I was naked?

- He's obviously not into women.
- Heh.

I'm talking to the CDC.

No reports of any hemorrhagic viruses
anywhere in Massachusetts.

That's great.

But there's an outbreak
of bacterial meningitis in Boston.

- Is that treatable?
- Yes.

There's a gram-stain test coming back.

- Alex, are you okay?
- I'm fine, babe.

Oh, he's not into women?

Hello? I'm the one that has to supervise him.

I did a striptease in front of my morgue tech.

Oh, no worries. He wasn't watching.

I didn't know you were together.

We've been keeping it a secret.

I hope that's okay.
There's no policy about dating coworkers.

Heh. Yeah, no.
You can shower in front of them. Heh.

You guys okay?

We're fine, thank you.

Yes, we're fine. Just peachy.
I love being Jane the bubble girl.

You didn't tell Ma about me
or the baby, right?

- You kidding me?
- Did you find the food?

No. I'm sorry.

- Bring me up to speed on the case.
- Jane, it can wait.

Susie, is that the gram-stain test?

It's bacterial meningitis, Dr. Isles.

- Oh, that's wonderful.
- Yay?

- You are free to go.
- Yes! Whoo!

Thank you. That's far enough.

Thank you.

Captain Green,
you didn't by any chance happen to keep...

...the Casandra Strickenberg, did you?

- My skirt.
- Ah. It was just about to be autoclaved.

- I stopped them.
- Oh, thank you.

- Good job.
- Yes, what a relief.

Welcome back.

You think it's weird for a guy
not to recognize his ex-wife?

- Not if he's had a head injury.
- That explains so many things.

Stop, would you? It's almost 40 years ago.

- She looked different.
- Oh. Okay, I get it now. She doubled in size.

- Where's Detective Cooper?
- Drug unit borrowed her back.

- For how long?
- Hmm. A while.

- Ryland must be bummed.
- Hmm.

Jane, I found it.

- You found what?
- Okay.

You know how Mr. Stanley has
a "no outside drinks" policy?

I have not memorized
the café's penal code, no.

Well, I remember the dead man told me...

...Mr. Stanley made him throw out his coffee.

And I found his mint-chocolate fro-cap
in the lobby garbage.

Ma, this is great.

Okay, Maura's got something.

What the heck?

It's Dana.
She wants to talk about Phil's murder.

I've been wrestling with myself.

AA works because everything
you say is safe.

- It can't be repeated.
- Dana, Phil Taylor was murdered.

It's possible the killer was someone
he met at one of those meetings.

Phil said he ruined a life.

- Whose life? Did he say?
- A little boy's.

When he shared last night,
he said he was finally ready for justice...

...to take its course.

Do you think maybe he was coming here
to turn himself in to me?

I don't know.

- He was scared.
- Dana, exactly what did he say?

He said he had blood on his hands,
that he made another terrible mistake.

Worse than the boy.

He said he couldn't live with himself
until he made it right.

That's all he said.

Any idea how long he'd been coming
to meetings?

- We just gave him his five-year chip.
- Thanks. That helps a lot.

Vince...

...I'm really sorry I didn't wait for you.
It's my biggest regret.

A lot of guys got Dear John letters.
It's okay, Dana.

I'm glad you got help,
straightened your life out.

It's safe.

It is so clean in here,
you can eat off the tables.

Let's not, Maura.

Bacterial meningitis doesn't survive
its host's death.

Results on the contents of the coffee cup.
Positive for high levels of warfarin.

Thank you.

- Alex is very nice.
- Yeah, he said the same about you.

Couldn't believe how comfortable
you were being naked around him.

Really? He noticed?

This might be too much information
for my boss...

- ...but we met at a nudist retreat.
- Oh.

- If you wanna join us sometime, that'd be....
- Oh.

Well, many illnesses can be improved
with nudity and some vitamin D.

Psoriasis, for instance.

- Is there hiking?
- Hiking?

Less likely to contract lyme disease
if you're not wearing any clothing.

Thank you. That sounds heavenly, Susie.
We'll let you know.

Really?

Aren't you the one worried
about stripping in front of your morgue tech?

- Now that I know he's a nudist....
- Results, please.

The cup tested positive for warfarin.

- That is how our victim was poisoned.
- Too bad.

- I was really hoping to arrest Stanley.
- Heh. Not today.

Okay, so Phil guzzles rat poison
in his fro-cap.

I'm guessing he didn't taste it
because of all the chocolate and mint.

Fifteen hundred calories in a mint fro-cap.

No wonder he has so much adipose tissue.

Fifty Boston Joes in the city.

Which one sold him his fro-cap?

Phil must have been talking about this boy.

Why else would he have this photo
in his wallet?

He started going to AA 5 years ago.

About the time he lost
that big pharmaceutical gig.

Maybe his company knew something.
Did you check Phil's driving record?

Yeah. It was clean.

Looks about 8 years old.

Maybe we try running hit-and-runs
over the last 5 years.

- Look for one that involves a young boy.
- Okay.

So, Vince, how'd it go with Dana?

What's that supposed to mean?

- It means, did you remember her?
- Oh, yeah.

We made love in the interview room.

Why would you put that image
inside my head?

Okay, here we go,
hit-and-run five years ago on Phil's block.

Victim was an 8-year-old boy, Jimmy Flores.

- Look at the newspaper photo.
- Mm-hm.

- What happened to Jimmy?
- He was paralyzed.

Was Phil a person of interest
in the hit-and-run?

Pulling up the police report.

Police interviewed Phil once.
Says his lawyer was with him.

Lawyer told police Phil's car was stolen.

Jane, uh...

...Tommy wants us to meet
at your apartment after work.

- We're in the middle of a homicide.
- Fine.

Don't blame me when you're investigating
Tommy's homicide tomorrow.

You probably should go.

Okay, I will be there.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

So Phil confesses
to having blood on his hands...

...and needing to make something right.

And the next day he's dead.
But what did he mean?

Let's start with his fro-cap.

There's a Boston Joe's
right next to St. Avitus.

Go. I'll keep digging. Take Korsak.

He needs a minty fro-cap after working up
a sweat with that wife he couldn't remember.

Dana dumped you
when you were in Vietnam?

She met somebody.

Okay, that's terrible.

- And I'm glad she doubled in size.
- Heh.

- Hi. Can I help you?
- Hi. Boston Homicide.

- Do you recognize this man?
- Oh, sure. That's Five-Pump Minty Extra.

- Five pumps with extra chocolate.
- Was he in here early this morning?

- He's early every day.
- You see Five-Pump with anyone?

Yeah, Double-Tall Nonfat No-Foam Latte.

What does Double-Tall Nonfat look like?

Tall, skinny blond, sourpuss.

Dana mentioned a woman...

...that Phil hung out with.
Blond, tall, thin, unhappy.

She's always complaining.
Says she can taste caramel in her latte.

She has me make it again
because she doesn't do sugar.

Explain why she was pouring sugar in today.

Did she take Five-Pump Minty's drink too?

I think so. Excuse me.

I have a triple-tall no-foam
extra-whip half-chocolate...

...half-caramel fro-cap at the bar.

I'm guessing that wasn't sugar...

...that Double-Tall was pouring
into Five-Pump Minty's fro-cap.

Ma, I'm so sorry.

I just don't understand.
We just can't walk away from that baby.

I talked to Lydia.

- Is she gonna share custody?
- No.

She says she can't forgive herself
for abandoning Mario.

- Mario? You named him Mario?
- Ma.

- Lydia named him Thomas Sparks Jr.
- T.J.

Paternity test came back.

And?

He's mine.

- Tommy's a baby daddy.
- I told you, what I did....

I can't be a father to him.
He almost got killed.

Oh, Tommy.

He rolled off your chest.
I dropped you once.

Oh, my God.

- Is that what happened to him?
- What's that supposed to mean?

I was rocking him and I fell asleep.
You were fine.

You bumped your lip. I cried, you cried.
And look, it's all okay, Tommy.

It's all right, okay? We'll all help you.

Yeah. Come on, Tommy. Man up.

Lydia's mom says they're coming
after you for child support.

I'm gonna pay child support.
I'm no deadbeat dad.

Okay, good.

I don't have a steady job
and Lydia and I aren't a couple.

Tommy, we want T.J. in our lives.

- So do I.
- All right.

So you fight for joint custody.

Tommy.

There's another way to do this.

She says she has a plan, she has a plan.

Yeah, but I think we all know
about my mother's planning.

That's where Tommy
got his "planning" abilities.

No, if it doesn't work out,
you can always use Defense Condition 1.

Um, it's much cooler if you say DEFCON 1.

- DEFCON 1.
- Much cooler.

- Morning, sweetheart.
- Morning, Ma.

Morning, Stanley.

Arrest me.

What's the charge?
Felony or misdemeanor asshole-ishness?

- Jane.
- Stay out of this, Rizzoli.

- Felony.
- I need to confess.

And I prefer to do it
in the proper surroundings.

Oh, I can't wait to hear
what you have to say.

Yeah. Let's go, upstairs.

That camera better be on,
because I don't want you twisting my words.

I'm old enough to remember Watergate.

Talk. We're in the middle
of a murder investigation.

- I did it.
- You killed Phil Taylor?

I hid key evidence
in a homicide investigation.

I should be punished.

You took the food? Where is it?

- Why did you take it?
- I panicked.

I didn't want the café to be blamed,
so I grabbed it.

- And then when it became a murder--
- This is very serious, Stanley.

I hope you have a very, very good legal team.

Division 1 Café was my life's work.
You people are....

You're family.

No kidding, family?

Just like in a real family,
you don't always like all your relatives.

I know what you mean. God, I wish
we could charge him with something.

What?

Ahh. You're free to go.

- I am?
- Yeah.

Yeah, on one condition.

Two conditions.
You give Mrs. Rizzoli a raise...

...and you stop calling her "Rizzoli!"

Hmm?

This is from the doorway into the Boston Joe's.

Okay, that's Phil.

- Yeah, and see the woman?
- Yeah. Who's she?

I'll see what I can do with facial recognition.

What are they arguing about?

No help there. No audio.

- Hey, Frankie.
- Yeah.

- Come in here. Frankie can read lips.
- Really?

Yeah. He spent a lot of time on the bench
in Little League, reading coaches' lips.

- I got really good at it.
- Got good at bench-warming too, huh?

- Tell him.
- No.

- What?
- Doesn't matter.

Yes, it does. He was an amazing ballplayer
and was on his way to the pros.

Wow.

- I'm sorry.
- Blew out my arm. Thrower's elbow.

- So, what do you need?
- Tell us what he's saying.

Uh, okay, he's saying,
"I didn't sign up for this."

- Didn't sign up for what?
- He's saying:

"I didn't know men in tights
would kill people."

Amazing.

- How does he do it?
- Wait, no.

"I didn't know
Mennonites would kill people."

- There's a Mennonite killer out there.
- Not helping, Frost.

- Oh. This is. Got a hit on facial recognition.
- "Alice Vanderbilt." Let's go pick her up.

- Alice has a nice house.
- It's in foreclosure.

Hey, guys.

That's car exhaust.

Engine's running.

I need an ambulance at 1429 Pinecrest Drive.

She's dead.

She's dead.

Cause of death
is carbon-monoxide poisoning.

Okay. Alice's fingerprints were
on the car keys, the hose, the doors.

- It's a suicide, isn't it?
- Yes.

Maybe we're looking at a murder-suicide.
Phil and Alice hook up at AA.

Phil dumps her, she kills him.

- Hello, Alex.
- Dr. Isles.

Susie said you might be joining us camping.

- Huh? No, I can't. My skin burns so easily.
- It does not.

- So, Alex, what do we have here?
- Victim Brian Radcliff, 31.

I think it might be another case
of bacterial meningitis.

Think you might be right.

CDC is reporting more cases
of meningitis in Boston.

Meningitis. Oh, my God.

Frankie wasn't saying
"men in tights" or "Mennonites."

Jane? Jane?

Right there. He's saying,
"I didn't know meningitis would kill people."

That's why he wanted to talk to me.

Still not getting how the Mennonites in tights
killed the people with meningitis.

Or what that has to do with you.

- Yeah, me either.
- You got me.

Let's go through it again. Phil Taylor
was a big pharmaceutical executive...

...gets fired, takes a crap job
distributing pharmaceuticals.

Alice Vanderbilt
was a quality-control lab tech...

...at Rampvex Pharmaceutical Industries.

Alice had an M.D.? Maybe that's how
she was able to afford that nice house.

That's in foreclosure.

Her bio says she was a successful
anesthesiologist before closing her practice.

Yeah, to become a lab tech?

What did Alice do?
Is her medical license still current?

No, she hasn't renewed it since 2009...

...but she keeps an open application on file.

Okay.

Did our two victims with meningitis
have any connection to each other?

Both were young professionals
who worked in the financial district.

I found a needle puncture wound
with a contusion on the right bicep...

- ...of the man who died of meningitis.
- He was injected?

- With what?
- A flu vaccine.

Okay. This is starting to make sense.

- Does Rampvex manufacture flu vaccines?
- Yeah.

Maybe Alice contaminated the flu vaccines.

And Phil distributed them.

Why infect people with bacterial meningitis?
It's treatable.

Same reason somebody tainted Tylenol,
create fear?

No, I don't think so.

Maura, why would two healthy young
professionals die if it's treatable?

Because they had underlying problems.
Compromised immune systems.

Otherwise it would've just made them ill.

Pain and suffering, plus they can't work,
all because of a bad flu vaccine.

And Rampvex, the manufacturer,
has deep pockets.

But who's gonna sue?
Neither of our two dead victims were married.

You're worth a lot more ill or injured
than dead when you're single.

So Phil and Alice created
their own class-action lawsuit.

But they were the bad guys.
They couldn't file the lawsuit.

They could if they had one more partner.
A lawyer.

Frost, is Phil's lawyer's name
in the hit-and-run report?

No.

But Alice's medical-license application
lists her lawyer.

What do you know?

It's a lawyer we've met, Frost.

- Hi, my name's Larry.
- Hi, Larry.

And I'm an alcoholic.

Why don't you tell them the truth, Larry?
You came here to troll for clients.

- I'm in the middle of my share.
- What is going on?

Larry isn't actually an alcoholic.

He likes taking advantage of people
trying to make their lives better.

- What the hell?
- Met Phil and Alice here. Great scheme.

Hand over the keys to that Cadillac.
We need to have a look at your office.

Let me see a warrant.

Let me see the keys.

- It's like Christmas.
- Hey, those are private mementos.

"Did a bad flu vaccine give you meningitis?

Larry the Lawyer can help."

Yeah, helped two young innocent people
into an early grave.

Let's see what's in Phil's file.

Huh. Do you think that's from the night
he ran over Jimmy Flores?

Oh, you are sentimental. You kept
the license plate from Phil's stolen car.

What mementos did you save from Alice?

He handled Alice's malpractice suit
after her drinking killed a few of her patients.

I was trying to help my clients.
They were desperate.

To get their livelihoods back.

Too bad your scheme went haywire...

...when you and Alice realized
Phil had a conscience.

Yeah, Alice had one too.

She killed herself when people started
dying from your tainted vaccine.

This looks like the lot number
from the bad vaccine.

It's such a good thing
that you lawyers keep such tidy records.

I'll call Public Health,
make sure they seize them.

You're under arrest for murder...

...and conspiracy to commit murder,
Mr. Bukowski.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Nice to finally meet you in person.

I don't know how to apologize enough
for all that I've put you through.

- Heh. What about me?
- You too.

Okay. Let's start fresh.

We are so glad
that you could join us for dinner.

Yeah. What we having? Don't like spicy.

Think you're gonna like
being called Grandma?

By Tommy Jr.?
Yeah, I think I'm gonna like it.

I like getting another shot at this.
I didn't do so bad with Lydia, did I?

This baby provides us
an opportunity to, uh, start new.

- Yeah.
- Can we get you something to drink?

Water for me.

- Which one of you's the doctor?
- I am.

I need that stuff, uh,
makes you sick if you drink.

Antabuse. I can write you a prescription.

Can you believe it?
All because of this little guy.

If you get tired or you need
to go to the bathroom or anything...

- ...I'll be happy to hold Tommy Jr.
- Oh, T.J. Here.

He likes it when you mush him
against your breasts.

I bet he does. I still like that.

- Tommy.
- What?

What do you do for a living?

Uh....

- Lots of things.
- Yeah, that means you don't do nothing. Heh.

- Oh, well. Least your ma's nice.
- Tommy's a good guy.

- Yeah, he is.
- I just wanna say...

- ...I'm here for T.J.
- We all are.

Oh, my gosh.

You said you wanted the baby
to be around family.

For better or for worse, we're family.

- You're not getting out of child support.
- Mom.

- Shall we sit down and eat?
- I never turn down a free meal.

Ever been to opening day at Fenway?

- Every year.
- Yeah?

Think how much fun
we're gonna have at Thanksgiving...

...Christmas and New Year's.

- T.J.'s gonna be a Red Sox fan.
- I'd like to teach him how to fence.

If you do, I'll teach him
how to sew and knit and bead.

- Really? I wanna take classes with you.
- Stop.

- What? It'd be so fun.
- Can we just get through this meal?

- Who's hungry?
- I don't like spicy.