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Hey, Enzo's here.

- Dan. - Ha, ha, ha.

- What up, bro? - Doing good. You?

- Can't complain. Business is good. - You bring me cupcakes?

- Hey, I got them all working at the bakery. - Ah.

How's Marcus?

Not good. Has to have surgery.

Same as what happened to you.

Damn.

Where's he at?

- I'm gonna clean my ride, then let's talk. - Okay.

- Oh, my God, Enzo. - Call 911!

Somebody get us a towel!

- Come on. - Keep pressure on it.

Come on, Enzo. Come on, buddy.

No, seriously. I don't mind working on Sundays.

Murderers tend to take a break on the Lord's Day.

- What about that Mattapan triple homicide? - Except for that.

- Frost, your mom's here. - Hey, Mom. How'd you get here so fast?

Got off to an early start. No traffic on the 95.

- Hey. Heh, heh. - Hey, Robin. What are you doing here?

Oh, Cameron's on vacation, he was bored, so never been to Boston.

- Hey, Cam. - Hey. We're gonna ride the duck boat.

- Cool, man. - Hi, Camille.

- Jane. How are you? - I'm good, thank you. It's been a long time.

This is Robin and her son Cameron.

- So nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you. I'm Jane.

- Hi. This is my brother, Frankie. - Hi.

Hey, how you doing?

How come you don't have a police uniform?

Detectives don't wear uniforms, but I'm just on call today.

- We're gonna go play some softball. - Wait for us.

- Are you going bowling? - No.

We wanna play for Boston Police Department's Softball League. Heads up!

Yeah.

Good job breaking it in.

Take off the tag.

Goodbye play-offs.

Uh--Shoot. The season's almost over. So, you know, maybe next year.

- Bummer. - Hold on.

Let me make sure I understand. Your science colleagues...

...who for all you know, could be world-class softball stars...

...aren't welcome at your softball practice?

- No. - Uh....

Well....

Rizzoli.

Dr. Isles. Okay. I'll be right there.

We're not done here.

Okay.

Victim is Enzo Womack.

The running back from BCU?

The dessertier from End Zone Cakes?

- Did you just say "dessertier"? - Enzo Womack is a well-known cake maker.

He just opened his first DIY on Charles Street.

- DIY? - Decorate it yourself.

It's on my bucket list.

- What happened? - Stabbed twice in the neck.

He was probably here to support the BCU fund-raiser.

- Any witnesses? - Happened in the car wash.

- Nobody saw anything. - We got people. It's a huge intersection.

- We don't have one witness? - It's just you, your vehicle...

...equipment for six minutes.

Maybe someone was in the van.

- We know where he was coming from? - His bakery, End Zone Cakes.

His nickname was End Zone because he made touchdowns.

- Who removed his body? - Dan MacKenzie, trainer.

He and the coach tried to revive him. MacKenzie and Enzo were friends.

- They played together. - MacKenzie was a kicker.

- Played together for four seasons. - Team's a mess.

Pssh. So is the crime scene.

Found his cell phone.

I got a bad feeling this isn't gonna be help.

All right, let's get the van back to the evidence garage.

So much for a slow Sunday.

What if I practiced my swing in that cagey thing?

- It's called a batting cage, Maura. - I'm looking for Sergeant Detective Korsak.

What is he doing here?

Boston P.D.

Casey?

- Jane. - Hi.

I didn't know you'd be here today.

I work here.

- Hello, Maura. - Casey. How are you?

I'm okay.

Boston P.D.

Uh, I'll just meet you downstairs.

- Okay. - Okay.

I'm sorry. That wasn't much of a greeting.

- Let me start again. - Okay.

- Hello, Jane. - Hello. It's good to see you.

I said I'd be in touch when I was ready.

So I'm guessing you're not ready.

- It's complicated. I'm getting closer though. - Okay.

So why are you here?

I need to talk to Sergeant Korsak.

- Elsie! Hey! Hello, girl! Hi, Casey. - Hey, Vince.

All right, I don't wanna get between you and Korsak, so--

I just stopped by to ask if he would watch Elsie for me.

Oh.

God, it's good to see you.

You can see me any time you want.

I'll be in touch.

I promise, I will.

You know where I am.

I am the kid that opened the boxes that said "Do not open until Christmas."

- Mm-hm. - No, I mean in November.

Ma caught me crawling under her bed, looking for my birthday presents.

- Are you getting how major this is? - Mm-hm.

You're not even listening.

You have been talking about Casey for 31 minutes.

I'm having an epiphany here. A watershed moment.

- I am having a life-altering experience. - Can you hand me the metal probe?

Yes.

Casey gave me the perfect opportunity to be my impatient self.

You know, to pressure him and demand answers and I didn't.

Me. I was patient.

Isn't that amazing?

Yes. Can you hand me the forceps?

Okay, you cannot still be upset about this softball thing.

"This softball thing"?

I put my pride on the line and begged...

...to be included in an extracurricular activity in front of my employees.

Why is it so important to you?

Why is it so important to build interdepartmental bridges?

You've clearly never played in a softball league.

You don't want us to play because you're competitive and don't think we're good.

I'm right, aren't I?

Yes.

At least you're honest.

He still has remarkable musculature.

- He must not eat his cakes. - Yeah.

Enzo was the first BCU player in years who could've gone pro.

I'm guessing that wasn't an option once he tore his anterior cruciate ligament.

Scar tissue looks to be about five years old.

MANBCU going for the money with a hand-off to End Zone. Wow.

- Man, he was fast. - Breaks to the strong side and, oh, no!

Womack is tackled hard. He's not getting up. Folks, this does not look good.

It's amazing how fast your life can change.

All it took for Casey was an IED and some shrapnel.

And a war.

My guess is Casey dropped by to see you.

Stop guessing. You're bad at it. He came by to see Korsak.

Okay. Stop timing me. I'll stop talking about Casey.

- There are hilt marks there and there. - Those are probably from the knife.

A small buck knife maybe?

Well, many knives have hilts.

Survival knives, hunting knives, skinning knives, commando knives, tanto knives.

Can you please stop?

Hm.

Some kind of particulate matter adhered to the wound.

- Well, that must've come off the knife. - And white fibers there.

I'll have the crime lab analyze all this.

Okay. The victim's van is in the evidence garage. I'll be back.

Will you think about the softball thing?

- Yes. - Thank you.

Sorry, the answer's still no.

We got a bunch of cake decorating stuff.

It's all covered with arterial blood spray and car wash suds.

Killer was smart. He ruined any chance we had of making a case with forensics.

Doesn't it seem a little spur of the moment, stabbing someone in a car wash.

Yeah. I'll get it all photographed and tested.

- Where's Frost? - The warrant came through.

He's working on Enzo's laptop and still trying to dry out his cell phone.

Okay, I'll have the crime lab comparison-test...

...all the tools and the knives in here.

Maura thinks that the murder weapon had a hilt. This has a hilt.

I didn't know he was coming.

Yeah, I figured.

He asked a lot of questions about you.

Really?

Why did he leave Elsie?

I'm taking care of her. Knew if he brought her, I couldn't refuse.

What? You're taking care of her? For how long?

- Maybe a few months. - Why? Where's he going?

- He didn't go into details. - You're a detective. You ask?

- I didn't wanna pry. - Ugh, so male.

You think this is frosting?

Maybe. Crime lab can test it.

We got at least several years' worth of frosting and cake crumbs and--

What the hell is fondant?

Fondant.

It's sticky, sweet, inedible crap that they put on cakes.

- Don't put it on my retirement cake. - Duly noted.

- You're a good girl, Elsie. - Oh, she's the best.

And you're a service dog.

Casey needs you. So, what are you doing here?

Hey, Ma. This is detective Frost's mother, Camille.

- Oh. Nice to meet you. I'm Angela. - Hi. Pleasure.

- You okay waiting here? - Yes. Yes.

- Thank you so much for taking us around. - Sure.

- See you, Ma. - Bye, baby.

What a nice man. He drove me, and my roommate...

...and her son all over Boston while we were waiting for Barry.

Yeah, he's a good kid.

And your son and my daughter Jane are like this.

Aw.

I wish I lived closer. I feel like I never see him.

You live in Virginia, right?

Norfolk. I teach at one of the military universities there.

- Nice. What do you teach? - Civil engineering.

Wow. Well, now we know where Detective Frost gets his brains.

His father was actually pretty smart too.

- We divorced 20 years ago. - I just got divorced.

- Oh, I'm so sorry. - I'm not.

Well, anymore.

- Can I get you a cup of coffee? - No, thank you.

I think I already had enough on the way here.

I'm actually trying to work up the nerve to tell Barry that I'm getting remarried.

Oh. Congratulations.

Why is that making you nervous?

The divorce was hard on him and I never dated.

Oh, don't get me wrong, Barry is very respectful...

...but knowing him, you know, he has strong opinions.

Well, we did bring them up to have their own minds.

- Yes, we did. - Heh.

It's crazy how the tables turn, isn't it?

I was seeing this guy for a while and my kids went nuts.

- What did you do? - Felt guilty.

But then I decided I was allowed to be a person too.

Yes. You are.

Excuse me.

I think you need to complain about your lunch order. There's a phone in it.

Rice is an effective desiccant.

Are you using three syllable words because your mother's in town?

Oh, man. I might be.

- Heh. Can you make it work? - Not sure. Circuits are wet.

But I've been having fun on Enzo's laptop.

- He liked three things. - Let me guess.

- Women, cakes and BCU football. - What a life. Football, women and cake.

Heh, heh. Enzo was a season ticket holder.

And he also had every BCU game from the last 10 years on his hard drive.

- That's a serious fan. - Dude was hard-core.

- He watched every game and replays. - Pretty sure viewing football didn't kill him.

I remember him to be quite the ladies' man. What about the women in his life?

Heh, heh, heh. Nice assortment of desserts.

- I meant the cupcakes. - Yeah, sure you did.

- Most of them are his old girlfriends. - He hired his old flames?

Which flavor would you choose, Korsak?

- Chocolate, vanilla--? - So many cupcakes, so little time.

I'm about to file a harassment claim.

- It has to be hostile and offensive. - Keep talking.

Enzo updated his schedule on this internal calendar.

Oh, he posted he was going to the car wash fund-raiser.

- Who had access to that? - Just his employees.

- You mean, just his ex-girlfriends? - Huh.

Check this out.

Hm. "What I'd like to do to my ex-boyfriend."

- Where'd you find that? - She posted it on CandidGram.

- She posts selfies all day long. - Okay, who's Laura Stevens?

She looks like an employee. I'll check.

She's 24. She's a cake decorator at End Zone Cakes.

All right, well, come on. Maura's mad at me.

So let's give her a cheap thrill. She can comparison-test the cake knives. Uh....

Meet me at the elevator.

- What's up? - You know how I drove Frost's mom...

- ...and her roommate around? - Yeah.

- Well, I think they're, you know.... - No, I don't know.

- I think they're a couple. - What?

Does Frost know?

Never mind. It's none of our business.

No way he knows. She was married, to his father.

- What makes you think they're a couple? - Jane, they're a couple.

Well, it's none of our business.

What's not your business?

- We were just talking about Ma. - You were talking about her love life.

No. Menopause.

- We were talking about menopause. - Yeah, yeah. You're right.

It's none of our business if Ma's in menopause.

See you.

- Ugh. You ready? - Yes. We should grab Maura and go.

- Boston Homicide. - What you doing about Enzo?

- What's your name? - Valentina Smith.

How could you let this happen? Car washes are supposed to be safe.

- What was your relationship to him? - We went to college together.

I'm his office manager.

- Were you two involved? - In college.

We haven't slept together in years.

- And where were you this morning? - Delivering a wedding cake.

We'll need to verify that.

Whatever.

- I'm not about to kill my boss. - We'd like to talk to Laura Stevens.

Everybody here was his friend. We're working on a cake for his memorial service.

They're making the Boston Cambridge University football stadium.

Oh, look, it's a little Enzo and this is a representation of heaven.

And I think that that golden ladder is so he can ascend.

Dr. Isles.

- The comparison tests? - Oh, yes, of course.

Damn. Enzo likes them in all shapes, sizes and colors.

- Is that harassment? - Possibly. Yes.

You'll interfere with my process if you come any closer.

We'd like to talk to you about Enzo.

Can you just wait a sec? Crap, you made me bump the chin strap.

- Are these your knives? - Don't touch them.

I'll need a clay impression for a comparison-test.

I didn't kill him, all right? A woman definitely killed that bastard though.

- How do you know? - You think you can sleep with a girl...

...buy her brunch, whisper sweet bullshit in her ear...

...and then say, "Let's be friends, okay?" You think you can do that over and over?

- We found this photo you posted, Laura. - It was a joke.

- Doesn't seem that funny to me. - Me neither.

That looks pretty sharp.

It's a flower pin.

You should talk to everybody. Enzo strung us all along.

- "Let's be friends, okay?" No. Not okay. - So why'd you work for him?

You know how hard it is to find a job in this economy?

I have a major in Gender Studies.

Oh. Yeah. I know what you mean.

Well, it seems to me that Enzo gave you a reason to kill him.

He did. But I didn't. I was at the gym. You can check.

They take a picture when they swipe it. I want it back.

I have to work out later today.

It's a shame that Laura has a solid alibi.

Still, I think Enzo was playing a dangerous game.

Too many notches on the bedpost got him killed?

Maybe.

Okay, Maura's finished testing all the knives.

Our murder weapon is not at that bakery.

So it's nice that Robin came with your mom...

- ...so she can have some company. - My mom's really independent.

- But yeah, I guess. - How do they know each other?

- They're both professors in Norfolk. - I didn't know your mom was a professor.

My mom was in one of the first classes at the Naval Academy that allowed women.

- Are you kidding me? - She's amazing.

She and my dad were midshipmen. That's how they met.

- He had the career she should've. - Huh.

And they're roommates? Your mom and Robin?

After Robin's divorce, they decided to share expenses.

- Professors don't make that much. - It's good they have each other.

- I mean, to share expenses. - No kidding.

Come on, let's call it a day. We got two games left in the season.

If we don't get in a practice today, the Drug Unit's gonna kick our ass.

- Uh-uh. Since you put it that way. - You think it's okay if I bring my mom?

Oh, and Robin and Cameron too?

Sure.

Yeah.

You know what? There's just no reason for that. Frankie, come on.

- Maura. - Jane.

Can't believe you weren't gonna tell us about practice.

Okay. Look, there are only two more games left in the season.

And we'll be disqualified. You're not part of Homicide.

Oh, so Frost's mom is part of Homicide?

We could buck up sides and have a scrimmage.

- Buck up? Who are you, Opie? - Who's Opie?

- Shh. Honey. - You don't have enough players for a team.

Oh. We'd be happy to play for Maura's team.

Yeah, why not?

We're just a couple of ladies looking for exercise.

- All right. - Yeah.

All right. So you're gonna have to buck up, Jane.

I'd love to.

It's only fair that the winners buy the losers drinks.

Korsak got to take Cameron to ice cream. We gotta endure this?

- Lab results, Dr. Isles. - Thank you.

All the identifiable organic substances in the van...

...were glucose-based confectioner's compounds.

- Swell. - And blood.

- And glycerin from the soap. - Double swell.

There was one exception.

The blue substance that you found on the rear floor mat is bulk field paint.

Field paint?

BCU's colors are blue and....

Susie, can you check if that field paint is from BCU?

- Yeah, sure. - Thank you.

Oh, just two old ladies in need of some exercise. Hm.

I think somebody lied.

- It wasn't a lie. We are old ladies. - And we needed exercise.

Such an exciting game. Six-to-one. We trounced you.

"We"? Well, Camille hit two home runs, and Robin hit a grand slam.

So two for you, four for you and zero for you.

Exactly. And is it a "we" when you got two ringers?

Oh, my God. You knew.

Well, I figured Robin's swing had lost some power.

- Frost! - And Mom, you haven't played in a while.

We thought we were rustier than we were.

We scored one run. One.

- I think you played really well. - The Drug Unit's gonna destroy us.

Well, not if you let us play.

And by "us" you mean Camille and Robin?

You're a very sore loser. I did make it to the first base.

- You don't say "the." - What?

You made it to first base because you were walked.

You know, walking's good.

- To the walk. - Yeah, to the walk.

- Walking. - Walking.

Ow!

Why are you kicking my leg?

I should hand it to Robin and Camille.

Did you hurt your neck? Are you having a muscle spasm?

- Ugh. Really? - I'd like to propose a toast.

That's great sportsmanship. See? Toasting the winning team.

To two wonderful people who have taught me the meaning...

...of love and commitment, my mom and her partner Robin.

- Barry, you knew? - Yeah, Mom. I knew.

I have been agonizing over this for years.

You never brought up. It wasn't my business.

Honey.

- Figured if you wanted to tell, you would. - I told you. Never given him enough credit.

I just wish I'd known.

How many times have I invited you to Massachusetts?

I kept hoping you'd make an honest woman out of her. I'm glad you finally have.

- Thank you. - Congratulations.

Yes, congratulations. When is the wedding day?

We actually haven't even set the date yet.

It was just time to tell you, Barry.

I couldn't get married without you. You'll be our best man?

You know I will.

Oh, and I have a great dress I haven't worn yet. Heh.

You haven't been invited.

Listen, when we have our wedding, you'll all be welcome.

- We'd love to have you. - Yep.

All right, well, this calls for champagne. Losing team is buying.

- Hear, hear. - As long as winning team stops mocking.

- Sorry, sorry. - Heh.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to apologize.

Oh, what did you do?

- Come inside. - I can't.

I'm so sorry. We can talk out here.

I don't mean I can't make it up your stairs. I mean I don't wanna go inside.

Where are you going?

Upstairs to hear your apology.

Might take me a while.

Good. I have to put my glove away.

No. Okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

Um--Coming.

Coming, coming.

Hey.

You okay?

- I'm fine. - Come in. Sit down.

- Can I get you a beer or--? - Maybe a water.

- A water. Okay. - Thanks.

Uh-huh.

I remember the last time I was here.

Right before your last tour in Afghanistan.

My final tour.

It's like the last run on a ski slope.

You know as you're falling you shouldn't have taken it.

Thank you for coming up, and I know you didn't want to.

I did. I just....

I didn't wanna be this close to you.

Casey.

Please.

Sorry.

I asked Sergeant Korsak to look after Elsie because I'm having surgery.

- Surgery? When? - Soon.

- The stem-cell trials? - No. I'm not a candidate.

I found a neurosurgeon, thinks he can remove the shrapnel and bone...

- ...from pressing against my spinal cord. - Casey, that's incredible.

Well, there are no guarantees and there'll be months of rehab...

...but it's the first crack of light I've seen in a dark tunnel.

Well, what...? Let me help you.

Okay? I wanna go through this with you.

- That's exactly why I didn't get in touch. - Casey, it doesn't matter. Okay?

- I care about you. - No.

This is no way to start a relationship.

- This is where we are, at the beginning. - Okay, well, let's get to the middle.

I wanna do this.

Taking care of an invalid is an ugly form of intimacy.

There's no romance in it, Jane.

This injury isn't you.

This is you.

I should've asked you not to go.

I should've asked you to wait.

Did you see someone else when I was gone?

Yes.

Did you care about him?

Yes.

Then you'll find someone again.

What? No.

Casey. Wait a minute. Wait.

It's over with him. It's been over.

Look, I realized it when I saw you again how much I want this to work.

- This won't work. - It will. Casey, please.

Just give me a chance. Please.

- Do one thing for me. - Anything.

Let me kiss you.

And then let me go.

Please, Casey. Please, please.

Goodbye, Jane.

Where do socks go?

All you need is a half-inch gap for them to slip under the agitator paddle.

So not Sock Heaven.

Check your drawers.

Static electricity causes them to stick to other clothing.

I hope Enzo gets to go to Football Heaven.

Thank you for coming.

Don't throw them away.

They don't have partners. They're making me sad.

Okay. Tell me what he said.

He is having surgery to remove bone and shrapnel.

- What? What's with the weird look? - It's nothing.

Hives, Maura.

Even white lies make you itch.

Okay, Casey's condition is called Cauda Equina Syndrome.

From what I've observed in him, it probably involves T-11 and -12 and maybe L-1.

Same question. Why the weird look?

Surgery on a partially-impaired paraplegic is very risky.

Well, I mean, you're not a neurosurgeon.

You're right. I'm not.

So no guessing.

I just wanna pretend like it's all gonna be fine. Can you do that with me?

I can try.

Salute, Elsie!

Good girl! Good salute, Elsie.

- That wasn't a salute. - Yes, it was.

Looked like "shake" to me.

- Anybody want a bagel? - Yeah, thanks.

All right, so where are we?

- We're nowhere. - Better get somewhere...

...or Cavanaugh's gonna tear off some heads.

Maybe I can help. Thanks to the team-building softball game...

...the crime lab stayed up to get results to you.

Well, I thought they were helping us solve murders because it's their job?

The blue paint on the floor mat is consistent...

...with the paint used for the BCU field stencils.

And it's where the killer would've been.

Frost, you said that Enzo had tickets. Was he at Saturday's game?

His ticket wasn't used, so I followed up with his office manager.

- Enzo had to work on a cake. - It was the first game...

...which means Enzo didn't transfer that field paint inside his van.

Maybe our murderer did.

It didn't mean anything when I looked at it, but watch this.

Enzo was watching this clip from Saturday's game.

What the hell? What kind of call is that?

- Phillips. What do we know? - What would be the motive?

Enzo hadn't played for him for years.

Phillips was a contender for a Division I coaching gig.

Went away after BC lost that season five years ago.

Am I disappointed? Yeah. Yeah, I'm disappointed.

Coaching a Division I team is a dream of mine.

But BCU, we had a great run there.

Until Enzo hurt himself.

Sounds like Phillips blames Enzo.

Well, that blue paint only tells us that our killer was on that field.

- Frost, you get the phone working yet? - No.

Gotta put the battery back in.

I wanna see what else Enzo was watching the night before he was killed.

- His laptop is in BRIC. - Okay.

Sergeant Korsak, did Casey tell you why he needed you to take Elsie?

No. He just said she might need a home for a few months.

He mentioned something I didn't want Jane to hear.

- What was that? - He made me promise...

...I would take care of Elsie if anything happened to him.

- Hey, you guys coming? - Yep.

Okay. We got one shot at this.

If there's any moisture, the circuits will fry themselves.

Turn it on.

Do I have witnesses? Sergeant Detective Korsak is telling me to turn this phone on.

Turn the damn phone on, Frost.

I want it in writing that this one is not on me if this phone....

It's dead.

So much for your rice idea.

This is the whole list of video files Enzo was watching.

Can you play that one?

BCU going for the money with a hand-off to End Zone.

Wow, look at Womack as he breaks to the strong side and oh, no!

He's not getting up. Folks, this does not look good.

- Ugh. Why was Enzo watching that? - You see the right guard?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

I didn't. What are you talking about?

Let's see that again.

The normally sure-footed right guard looks like he slips on the turf.

There goes hard-charging Deron Martin flying in at full speed.

Enzo is down.

Frost, play that clip from Saturday's game.

Marcus to the right on a hand-off.

Oh, how did that happen?

Looks like BCU's right guard lost his footing...

...and left running back Jeff Marcus unprotected for that nasty hit. Ouch.

Reminds me of that hit that ended Enzo Womack's career five years ago.

I think we just figured out what got Enzo killed.

Oh, that was a nasty hit.

What? What did you see? I'd like to know what got Enzo killed.

Both BCU right guards, who played five years apart...

...faked the same trip on the same play.

To make sure their running back got tackled and didn't score.

This is like the day I took that calculus exam.

I couldn't have solved that problem if my life depended on it--

Calm down. Calm down. Okay? For once, I get to explain something to you.

Frost, can you freeze both bad plays?

That right guard, and one other player...

...probably the quarterback, fixed that game in 2007.

Okay? And that right guard fixed the same play five years later.

Are you saying BCU players from two separate seasons threw games?

Altered games.

It's too easy to get caught if you throw them.

But if you just shave points.... Frost, can we see both quarterbacks?

There. Both quarterbacks made signals. That says "we're throwing the play."

Watch their eyes right before they tap their helmets.

Yeah, you're right.

We have a shot caller. Who are they looking at?

Frost, do you have any other angles?

Enzo realized the trip that ended his career wasn't accidental.

But why would the right guard fake? Enzo was his teammate.

The players weren't trying to hurt him.

- They were trying to keep him from scoring. - To change the over-under.

- That's what this is about. - Of course.

What? Over-under what?

Over-under is a type of bet.

Odds makers announce a number before a game.

It's their guess of what the score will be.

- And I can bet over or under that number? - Yes.

Okay. I understand.

If the teams' scores, when added together, are lower than predicted, I win.

Yes.

If you know there are dirty players fixing the game...

...to keep the score down, you bet on the under. You win big.

But why would a college player cheat?

Especially at a prestigious academic university?

BCU is a Division III football program. No money, no scholarships.

They're having a fund-raiser to buy equipment.

Got another angle. Sideline camera.

- Coach Phillips is the shot-caller. - I don't think so. Play it again.

Yeah. Okay. Play both the 2007 game and Saturday's game. Watch MacKenzie.

You see that? He dropped the towel both times.

The results are back on the substance in Enzo's wounds.

It's analgesic heat rub. And the fibers I found were from cotton sports tape.

Maura.

You said the murder weapon had a hilt?

Could it be a multi-purpose tool like this one?

Yes.

Is that Enzo's phone?

Okay, you don't get credit for fixing it. Give it to me.

No. I can look at cell phones too.

Give it to me and let me plug it in.

Thank you.

Here's his last text message, to Dan MacKenzie, 7:54 a.m.

- Before he went to the car wash. - "Need to talk. I hope I'm crazy.

I think coach has players shaving points."

- He thought his coach was dirty. - "I hope I'm crazy."

He didn't wanna accuse the program he loved unless he was sure.

So he went to the person he trusted the most.

His former teammate, Dan MacKenzie.

This shouldn't be so swollen.

How many times I gotta tell you to ice this sucker, huh?

- You can't be in here. No women allowed. - BCU just made an exception.

- What's this about? - We checked your stats.

- You were a good field-goal kicker. - Suddenly, you started missing.

Is that when it started?

- When what started? - You were missing kicks to shave points.

- Don't know what you are talking about. - We're talking about basic greed.

Living pretty large for a guy making 40,000 as a D-3 athletic trainer.

Uh....

- I want a lawyer. - You came up with this scheme in college.

But you knew Enzo wouldn't cheat because he was a good guy.

- He was going to the pros. You weren't. - He was accusing the team of cheating.

He was gonna give the BCU program a bad name.

Enzo sent you a text before you killed him.

He thought Coach Phillips was corrupting the players.

It never occurred to him it was his friend.

You're under arrest for the murder of Enzo Womack.

Hey. What are you doing here?

I know you wanted me to pretend that everything will be fine.

What's that?

Some research I did on decompressive lumbar spine surgery.

- I don't wanna know. - Jane, you need to know.

Why? I mean, he said goodbye, Maura, so....

Jane, if you care about him, you'll look.

How bad is it?

Bad.

What am I gonna do?

I wish I knew.