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And we are live
with a big story just breaking,

not long ago, with
an undercover operation.

Turned into a bloodbath
when Boston homicide detectives

opened fire in
the warehouse behind me.

Now, details are still emerging,
but we can confirm now...

one dead, two wounded
in the shooting.

I shot my best friend's father.

You had no choice.

Yeah, tell that to Maura.

Jane, you shot a man who is
head of the Irish mob,

20 years on the run,
suspected of 15 murders.

Well, he was nice
to her, though.

Biology doesn't make him
her father

or mean you stop
doing your job.

My God, I didn't think
this was the way

we'd take down Paddy Doyle.

You shouldn't have
come here by yourself.

Why not?

Kevin, don't! Don't!

No!

Maura!

Maura.
Don't touch him!

Maura...
no, I mean it!

Don't you dare touch him.

Oh, God.
She hates me.

She's just in shock, Jane.

Take your jacket!
Maura, come on.

Had to.

Paddy showed up,
and he shot our suspect.

No, he shot the guy
who tried to run me over

with his car yesterday...
put my mother in the hospital.

Look, we had a handle on it

until Paddy crashed
our operation.

Oh, you mean your boyfriend
had a handle on it?

Thanks for letting me know

that agent Dean
was planning to join us.

I didn't know he was gonna
follow us in there!

What'd you expect him to do?

He's a federal agent!
Paddy shot him!

In the leg!

If Paddy wanted Dean dead,
he'd be dead!

Shoot me, too?

He was only there
to protect me.

If that's what you think,
you are naive...

Or ignorant...
Or I don't know what.

Well, at least
I don't play judge and jury

and kill people.

You guys will make up.

Yeah. Yeah, that's what
they said about the Beatles.

We should have never
let her do this.

Never.

This is my first
undercover assignment.

Wait.

I'm doin' a u.C.

I feel like Donnie Brasco.

Well, you don't look like him.

Can you keep it down, please?

All right, we're gonna tuck
this wire right here.

The microphone doesn't make me

look like I have
three breasts, does it?

Well, some guys are into that.

Is this what you'd wear
to an undercover operation?

I feel a little dressy.

I'd wear a flak jacket.

Oh, you know,
I know this sounds vain,

but I couldn't be a cop.
You, vain?

Well, even you look a little
chunky in a flak jacket.

Wow, really? Okay.

Well, thank you very much,

and you know what?

I think your little
medical examiner get-ups

make you look like
a trash collector.

You do? So do I!

I always feel a little dumpy.

Put your jacket on.

Okay.

You want to know
what's truly odd about you?

Ah, I'm not sure.

You are the dumbest genius
I know.

"I'm not sure"
means "pause."

It means do not blurt
your subconscious thoughts.

Oh, right. Sorry.

Is this displaced aggression
because I get to go undercover,

and you have to be my backup?

Yes.

We should get in there.

Okay. Let's go.

Listen to me. All right?
This is serious. Yep.

Somebody is trying to kill you

to stop you
from investigating a murder.

You don't have to tell me that.

I was there when he nearly
drove over my mother.

You know we're only
letting you do this

because we're hoping
that whoever this guy is,

he is desperate enough
to follow you

into that warehouse
and try again, all right?

But we're gonna be there
this time.

I'm ready.

Wait... what do you guys
say to each other

right before you
pull the string?

It's called a sting, Maura.

Sting.

We say,
"don't get made."

I like that.
"Don't get made."

Don't look so worried.
What could go wrong?

Rizzoli.

Yeah?

I need to know
what the just happened.

I got a dead suspect and an FBI
agent with a bullet in his leg.

Agent Dean's gonna be fine.
It was a through and through.

And I got one of the FBI's
most wanted fugitives

dropping into the middle of my
peoples' undercover operation?

Is Paddy gonna die?

It doesn't look good.

You should have told me you knew
Paddy Doyle was in town.

Yeah, I know. I know.
Give me your gun.

What?
It's evidence now.

Now get your back
to headquarters.

Captain Connors is gonna
need to interview you.

Since when does the head of
internal affairs do interviews?

Since now.

Hey, Ralph.

Hey, officer Wisniewski.

Feeling lucky today.

A 20-year search for mobster
Paddy Doyle ended today.

One for the good guys, huh?

Yeah, but someone worse
could take over.

At least Paddy Doyle
was from Southie,

played by some rules.

Is in fact the father
of Dr. Maura isles.

Can you believe
that's his daughter?

You think that's good?
Get this.

Cop who shot him and the m.E.
Are best friends.

You can't make this stuff up.

How long have you known

that your friend is
Paddy Doyle's daughter?

Well, what does that have to do
with the shootings?

Answer the question.

Two years.

Were you aware that Paddy Doyle
would be there?

No.

Why was agent Dean there?

I don't know.

What's your relationship
with agent Dean?

We're colleagues.

Do you have sexual relations
with all your colleagues?

Excuse me?

Crap.
Did you know this, Vince?

Has nothing to do with the
fact that Doyle shot agent Dean

and then he pointed
his gun at me.

No. But it does tell us a lot
about your judgment, detective.

We're in trouble.

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Dr. isles,
two of the city's

best spine surgeons are
evacuating the hematoma.

We should know more after that.

So no movement in his legs?

Does he have anyone...
Any family?

We'll need to know
whether to resuscitate.

Me.

I recently learned that
he's my biological father.

This is sergeant
detective cummings.

He'll be working with me
on this.

Detective, did you put a bolo
out for Paddy Doyle?

No, sir. I did not.

You doing favors for Doyle

because Dr. isles
is your best friend?

What? No. But you
knew Doyle sometimes

slipped into town to see his daughter?

Well, apparently, so did you.

Oh, my God.
A cop's been shot.

All right, let's go.

Gentlemen,
we got to take a break.

We got a homicide.
Jane, let's go.

Hey, she's not going anywhere.
It's a cop.

That's a hell of a way
to get out of an interview.

Did you hear who it was?

No.
How you holding up?

You saw...
we're not looking good.

We'll get through it.

No. No, we won't.

Especially when he goes
to interview the woman

who cannot tell a lie.

You got to call Dr. isles,
tell her how to play this.

I need you to back off, John.

I need them focused
on this cop killing.

My people are clean.

Yeah? You want to bet
your career on that, Sean?

She's not picking up.
She knows it's me.

You don't know that.

Look at you, agent Dean.
Already up and around.

You betrayed me.

All right, Jane, listen to me.

Why would you tell
internal affairs

that we had an intimate
sexual relationship?

How do you describe
relationships

with men who spend the night
in your bed?

Uh, I-I'll pull
the car around.

What were you doing there?
Were you following me?

I was following Maura.

Thinking it would lead
to Doyle.

That's why you came back,
isn't it?

You figure you show up with
some greeting-card clichés,

then you follow
my best friend around.

Nobody's gonna ask
any questions.

No, Jane, it was not like that.
Yeah. It was like that.

You thought you'd be the hero.

You don't look too heroic,
agent Dean.

Don't just walk away.

You know, we just lost a cop.
I got a case to work.

Why didn't you tell me you'd
found your biological father?

Would you have
taken me if you...

You'd known I was
Paddy Doyle's daughter?

Maura, darling,
you're my daughter.

Your father and I raised you.

You're ours, not his.

Can I come in?

Oh, Angela.

How sweet of you to come.

Thank you.

Double homicide.

Ralph Ruffy
and officer Walter wis...

Wally Wisniewski?

He transferred
to evidence management

to get off the street.

What the happened?

Looks like a robbery.
Well, what'd they get?

The register's not even open.

Frost, you check
the security video?

Just about to.

The body is that of
a well-nourished white male,

approximately late 50s.

What is pike doing here?

You mean other than annoying
the crap out of people?

We're stuck with him
till Dr. isles gets back.

Dr. pike, how nice to have
your expertise on this.

Double homicide.
Almost certainly a .38-caliber.

Pretty big hole.

Uh, maybe I'll just
take a look.

Cause of death is quite clear.

Perhaps Dr. isles needed
your "expert" medical opinion

because she doubted her own.

I do not.

Yes...

We were all frustrated
with her wishy-washy approach.

I love a man
who knows what he thinks.

May I?

You may, detective.

A faint mustache and beard
are evident.

The lips are without injury.

He was shot in the back.
That's not a classic robbery.

Might want to have a look
at this.

So, he panics
before he gets the cash.

Frankie, any other robberies
reported in the area?

Nope.

Like you said, doesn't feel
like a classic robbery.

You think the gunman
knew Wally was a cop?

The way I reacted,
I just bit Jane's head off.

Adrenaline impairs cognitive
sequencing, but still... F.

You were afraid for your life.

No, Paddy wouldn't have
shot me.

We can't help who we love.

I don't love Paddy Doyle.

He's done terrible things.

It's just when Jane
pulled that trigger,

you know, I never really see
how they end up

on my autopsy table.

And he kept trying
to tell me something.

"Hope"...
he kept saying "hope."

I wonder if that was her name.

You mean your
biological mother's name?

Dr. isles, I'm sorry
to have to ask you this,

but you didn't
fill out the DNR.

"Do not resuscitate."

I have no idea
what he would have wanted.

I don't...

well, just think about it
for a minute.

Oh, Maura.
Maura...

Please don't.

My mother's very reserved.
I'm not very good at it, either.

Jane always used
to squirm off of my lap.

You two have that in common.

You should go home.
I'll be fine.

No,
I-I'm gonna stay here.

No, I'm used to being alone.

Please.
I'll be okay.

Cavanaugh says Connors
just left headquarters.

Get to the hospital
before he does.

We have a double homicide
to solve.

If we don't get out
in front of this,

we're not gonna be
investigating any homicides.

You said
it was a good shooting.

And now it's a witch hunt.

I.A.D. Thinks
we're dirty cops.

But we're not.

We bent a few rules, Jane.

To outsiders, we look dirty.
Go. Now.

Maura!

Don't say anything.
Just listen.

Jane, I'm sorry, too.

We don't have much time.

The head of internal affairs
is on his way up here

to get a statement from you
about the shootings.

That's it?

That's it?
That's all you have to say?

Not "I'm sorry
that your father is dying"?

Oh, he's your father now?

What, am I sorry that a man
who's wanted for 15 murders

didn't shoot me or frost?
No. I'm not.

Then why are you here?
To warn you.

Maura, if our friendship
ever meant anything to you,

will you please think
before you answer the questions

- you're about to be...
- Detective rizzoli!

Asked.

They're doing an investigation.

They're building a case.
They think we're dirty.

Your contempt for the rules
borders on criminal.

You are talking to a witness!

She was just asking
about my father.

You were ordered not to talk
to each other

until our investigation
is concluded.

I know this isn't a good time,

but I do have some questions.

And you immediately informed
detective rizzoli

that Paddy Doyle
had resurfaced.

Yes, but...

did detective rizzoli act
on this information?

- She...
- Excuse me.

He's coming out of sedation.
You can see him now.

Thank you.

Look, I know this is
uncomfortable for you,

and I'm sorry for that.

But this man is
an organized-crime figure.

Well, he's not going anywhere
right now.

Do you want to
help your friend?

What do you mean?

We know that Paddy kept a book.
Did he ever mention it?

A book? No.

You understand
this book is critical.

I saw "the godfather."

I'm guessing it's got names
of everyone

who's ever paid off Paddy
or been paid.

We suspect it has the names
of dirty cops.

Jane isn't dirty!

The only way we're gonna
clear the good cops

is to find the dirty ones.

Book.

Book will keep you safe.

Is Jane's friendship with me
hurting her?

Because if it is,
blame me, not her.

- Hey, hey. Whoa. Whoa, whoa.
- Don't you touch her!

It's okay, buddy. It's okay.
Don't. Your sutures.

- Please, lie back down.
- Calm down. Calm down.

Lie back down.
I am fine, okay?

I want I.A.D. People
on the door 24/7

until he's in lock-up,
and I want that book.

Maura.

Psst!

Is Maura here?

No.
Why are we whispering?

Do you remember when you thought
you and Becky Zisti

were never gonna be
friends again?

I didn't shoot
Becky Zisti's father, ma.

You want some tea?
It's from the Sichuan province.

It gets its flavor from pandas.

How does it get its flavor
from pandas?

Maura says that the pandas
fertilize the tea plants.

That means they grow it
in panda poop, ma.

Oh.

Y-you want me
to fix you something?

What do you feel like eating?

People.

Come on. It's okay.

No, no.
I don't want a hug.

Well,
at least you're not Wally...

poor fella.

He should have just had
my lasagna at the café.

So much safer.

Did you really just say,
"at least you're not Wally"?

Oprah says if you think
of three good things

that happened to you
during the day,

you'll perk right up.

Well, I'm not Wally,
you stopped hugging me,

and I don't wear
a size 11 shoe.

Gee, I feel so perky!

People can't help the size
of their feet.

This is cheery.

Isn't it atmospheric?

Okay, you've been living here
way too long.

I like it!

One of constance's students
drew it.

It's awful.

Like my life!

Is it okay
if I just pat your knee?

Knock yourself out.

You know, your father and I

went to go see
a marriage counselor once.

You did?
Mm.

Wow. That was money
well spent.

There was one thing
Dr. Becker made us do...

that worked for a little bit.

Is that when you had Tommy?

For heaven's sakes, Jane.
We already had Tommy.

Dr. Becker made us
tell him our story...

about how we met.

Maura and I
aren't a couple, ma.

Ohh!

I'll stop hugging
if you tell me the story!

Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Get off, get off.

I was in the drug unit.

I was so frightened when you
were doing that work.

If you interrupt or hug,

I'm done.

So, when you're a girl
doing buy-busts,

you got to be a hooker.

Mother of mercy,
you didn't have to do it.

Mom, no! Come on!

It was my cover. I told you.
Okay.

All right, so...

I don't have any I.D.
I don't have any money.

I'm starving.

Come on, Stanley.
You know I'm good for it.

I don't know anything
about you... Tiffany.

Really?

$2 for a day-old donut
and bad coffee?

Please. Come on,
I'll get you after my shift.

You think
you'll make that much?

You know what?

I hope big mo tows your Chevy,

I hope your crap coffee
gives you an ulcer,

and you die of psoriasis.

Do you mind?

You can get your non-fat latte
in a minute, all right?

No, it's for you.

And given
the vitamin d deficiency...

likely from your, uh...
from your night work...

you're better off
with some plain yogurt

and some leafy Greens.

I have my lice under control,
thank you.

But Stanley here has psoriasis.

Psoriasis is not contagious.
It's a genetic disease.

What about rudeness?
Is that genetic, too?

I was simply trying to be nice.

Well, not every hooker
has a heart of gold.

All right, sister?

Apparently not, sister.

You shouldn't be here.

Not while
they're investigating.

Why? What did you say
to Connors?

I...

Well, you know
I can't say anything.

Ma, get your stuff.

Jane Clementine rizzoli!

What? Your middle name
is Clementine?

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

I thought it was pretty. You're
not staying here anymore.

What...
this isn't necessary.

What, because your family
is so screwed up,

now you need mine?

What? You're the one
who always says

that blood is thicker
than water.

So, choose.

Hello?

That's water.
I'm blood.

Okay, you know what?
Suit yourself.

Sit here together
and drink your excrement tea.

Jane!

Wait.

I'm... I'm just gonna grab
a couple things.

Angela, wait.

Take it.

I've always hated it.

I'll be in the car.

You're like my daughter, too.

Ma, what are you doing
in my bed?

That couch feels like
a sack of marbles.

Get out!

You made me leave
my luxuriana mattress

for this kind of treatment?

I'm sorry, ma.
I'm sorry. Ma.

Ma. Ma?!

I'm not talking to you.

I am not talking to you until
you say three nice things.

How are you not talking to me
if you're talking to me?

I...Found all the lids
to my tupperware,

and I-I...

Don't have leprosy,

and...

And my really,
really sweet mother

left the comforts of her free
beacon hill guesthouse

to come stay with me
in my crappy little apartment

because she loves me.

Yes, I do.

No, no hugging. No hugging.
No, no hugging. Come on.

And this is where you tell me

that it's not
a crappy little apartment.

Mnh-mnh.

Ma.

Mnh-mnh.

Ma!

Hi.
What are you doing here?

I always have breakfast at ma's
house when I do midnights.

This isn't ma's house.

No, thanks to you,
she's crashing

on a piece of plywood
you call a couch.

Oh, thanks to me?
Well, I didn't see you step up

and help her out when dad left.

Okay, could you two fight
after we've had breakfast?

Hey!
Nice manners.

Your mother would be so proud.

No, she wouldn't!

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm.

Hey.

Thought flowers were better
than a greeting card.

Well, that makes everything
so much better.

Jane Clemen...

don't you say it!

I'm late for work.

If you're on a stakeout
to nail that dirty cop,

Jane rizzoli, I see you.

You have to listen to me.

No, I don't.
You're trespassing.

We have Paddy Doyle
on a wiretap.

Just before he got shot.

You shouldn't be
telling me this.

You could lose your job.

We know he's got people
on the inside.

Inside the police department?

Whoever he was working with...
or maybe for...

Paddy is moving in
to take over.

Well, what does this have to do

- with I.A.D.
- Crawling up my.

Or do you think
I'm working for Paddy, too?

I think you're being set up
so it looks that way.

Well, thank you for telling me.

Jane, um... I was ordered back
to Washington.

I wish...
mm-hmm.

Yeah, I wish, too.

Bye.

I thought you stopped
with the jelly donuts.

Don't bust my balls.

You keep eating crap like that,

you won't be
able to see your balls.

I don't need to see my balls.

20 grams of fat, dude.

What are you, a girl?

Guy gets a transfer
to get off the street

and dies getting a sandwich.

Anything?

Photo of the gunman
is out there.

Bad enough to lose
one of our own

to some strung-out
needle freak

who can't figure out how to use
a frigging cash register.

This I.A.D. Business...

We'll come out clean.

All you need is the accusation.

That stink is hard to wash off.

I'm worried about losing five
years of good convictions.

What d...
what does he mean?

He means scum bags
like little "t"

could use this as grounds
for an appeal.

That is.

Yeah, it is.
But it's happened before.

Patrick sr. Would be
rolling over in his grave

knowing that Paddy showed up
to protect his own kid.

What are you talking about?

Well, the story
in Southie is that.

Paddy fell in love
with a Harvard girl.

Patrick sr. Threatened
to kill them both

if he didn't give her up.

You think it was Maura's mother?
Might have been.

Detective rizzoli
is in autopsy.

Better get down there quick
before she kills pike.

She'll have to get in line.

Pretty sure his dental work
didn't kill him.

If we could just...
just get that bullet.

You cannot rush these things.

Thought you said cause of death
was quite clear.

I guess you're used to the
antiquated and sloppy methods

of my predecessor.

Could be. Yes.

You know,
I've never said it before,

but I'm a very big fan
of your work, Dr. pike.

You are?
You are?

I-I am. Yes.

And it would help us enormously
in this very important case

if you could remove the bullet

so we could run it
through ballistics.

Of course I can do that for you,
detective rizzoli.

What a mess this place is.

Um, aren't...
aren't you...

aren't you gonna use
your fingers?

Forceps can leave
tool impressions.

Kind of messes with ballistics.

Of course I wasn't
gonna use the forceps.

Think anybody would notice

if there was suddenly
another corpse down here?

Ahh!

Excellent work,
if I do say so myself.

Thank you.

Pretty big bullet.

For a .38.

Obviously a .45.
Obviously.

Would you, uh, run that to
ballistics for me, please?

You're back.

Did you ever return my book,

"soothing paint choices
for the home"?

Yeah, a long time ago.

So, you're back.

That's odd, 'cause I can't
seem to find it.

Did you ever return
my "guns of the world digest"?

I always return
things I borrow.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.
Maybe you lost it.

You do lo things.

Has Dr. pike
been sitting in my chair?

Could be.
Why? Is it broken?

You want me to find out

if he's been sleeping
in your bed, too?

Were you looking for me?

What about your food?

Dr. pike, have you been eating
Maura's porridge?

Of course not.

I'm glad that you think
you're so funny.

It's better to be funny than
poindexter the know-it-all.

Well, I'd rather be
poindexter the know-it-all

than the hoi polloi.

Good one, Maura.

You don't even know
what it means.

It means "common."

Literal translation is,
"the great unwashed."

Classy.

Hide your insults in Latin.

It's Greek.

Oh, the geek that knows Greek.

Do you realize
how ridiculous you sound?

Have a rapidly escalating assault
and battery in the morgue.

You know, people laugh at you
behind your back. Really?

Well, they call you a
behind yours.

Yes, I'm keeping
a safe distance.

I'm gonna have to put you
on speaker.

Well, at least when my father
gets off,

he doesn't stab people
with an ice pick!

Well, at least my father
didn't move to Florida

to sleep with some floozie he
met at a pizza parlor! Maura.

Or was it a massage parlor?

Oh, look at you!

Going all
trailer-trash-snooki...

I watched that show once!

Give me that. Once! It was
for ethnographic research!

Break it up,
ladies. What's going on?

What the is happening
in your house, lieutenant?

I've got it under control.

I can see that...
a homicide detective

and a medical examiner
having a cat fight

that needs police intervention!

A cat fight?

Did you really just
call a disagreement

between female colleagues
a cat fight?

Actually, aggression
between two females is...

oh, for the love of Pete, stop!

I want detective rizzoli placed on leave.
I'll go one step better.

Rizzoli, I'm transferring you
out of homicide.

What?
What?

You got 30 seconds

to get your over
to evidence management.

Place me on leave!
Don't send me there!

Go now!

What about Dr. isles?

She was part of
the cat fight, too.

You're in charge now.
I am?

What's in that envelope?

My resignation.
Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

This isn't a burglary.

Somebody was looking
for something.

Did your father
ever mention a book?

No.

But captain Connors
is looking for it, too.

We have Paddy.

And if he lives, he can name
all the dirty cops himself.

Why do you need the book?

Because Paddy Doyle
will never testify.

That's why he's still alive.

But if you could get your hands
on that book,

you can run Boston.

How?

There's more than dirty cops
on Paddy's payroll...

city workers, politicians,
maybe even judges.

Frankie, call operations.

I want you to stay
with Dr. isles.

Jane didn't know
Dean would be there.

Is that why you resigned?

I'm the daughter of a mobster.

You're all under investigation
for trying to protect me.

If you're done with
the crossword puzzle, detective,

how about you break down
these seized guns?

Parts go in
the evidence barrel here.

That better be vodka
or strychnine.

Whoa.

You're melting down
a desert eagle?

What a waste.

Unless you want to sneak it out
in your pants.

There's no room.

Come on.
I feel like shooting stuff.

You sure?

I am an evidence clerk.

I need to test-fire
these weapons.

Now, let's live dangerously.
Take the whole box.

We're gonna...
you know, with these guns.

Just a little test fire.

Yeah!

I could do this all day.

Right.

Sleep with a federal agent.

Forget to put a bolo out
for Paddy Doyle.

Have a cat fight.

He didn't really say that.

Oh, yes, he did.

Well, you gals do tend
to do a lot of squealing

when you get upset.

Shut up.

Hey, frost.

Look at the lands and grooves
on this bullet.

This is the bullet from
the desert eagle in evidence.

And this is the one
from Wally's back.

No doubt about it...
these are from the same gun.

That means this is the gun
that killed Wally.

Which means the killer
is someone in BPD.

Come in.

Sir, there's something
you need to see.

I was starting to worry
about you, rizzoli.

What took you so long?

You put me there on purpose,
didn't you?

We suspected Paddy had someone
in evidence,

so, figured who best
to keep an eye on things

than -off
Jane rizzoli?

We get caught,

we're here to get
Wally's dress uniform

to bury him in, got that?
Got it.

How much overtime
was Wally doing?

Is that a pepperbox derringer?

Wally's bought himself
a dive shop.

That's Belize!

I always wanted to
go fishing there.

Except it's catch and release.

You don't even eat fish.

Be nice to mount a big tuna.

A big tuna?

Do you hear yourself?

Um... Why does Wally

have all this money to buy
a dive shop and mount a tuna?

Looks like he was playing
a different game.

You know who these two
altar boys are?

The kid on the left is Wally.
The taller one is Paddy.

We heard some chatter
on the wire

that Paddy was about to make
a big score before he got hit.

What, you thinking
it was seized guns?

Yeah, I do.

BPD seizes close
to a thousand guns a year.

Good scam.

Cops seize the guns,
Paddy takes them from us.

A million bucks right there

if you can figure a way
to get it out of here.

How?

They're logged in, weighed,

and dropped into these barrels.

Armored car takes them away
to be melted down.

They don't even tell command
staff when they're moving them.

Maybe Paddy was intercepting
the trucks.

Think we'd have heard about it.

You know,
Dean told me something.

Okay. Don't tell us what you
were doing when he told you.

I want to hear
what they were doing.

The FBI thinks cops
on Paddy's payroll

were about to make that move.

Now would be the time
with Paddy in the I.C.U.

First to go,
Paddy's boy, Wally.

They can't do
anything without the guns.

Let's find them.

Wally swapped this one out
with scrap metal.

Oh, my God!

Hey!

What the is going on?

I'm sorry, John.

Me too.

Cliff was my partner.
I trusted him.

Looks like
it could be a .44.

This is a .44.

The desert eagle.

Probably the same gun he used
to kill Wally.

Then somebody used it on him.

What do we do now?
Seal the drum.

Put it back where it was.

Rizzoli, put that gun back.

What? Until we find out
who's behind this.

If homicide starts investigating
cliff's murder,

whoever ran this
will go underground.

Well, wait a second.

If the barrels are full
of scrap metal and... Cliff,

where are the guns?

This place is the size
of four football fields.

It'll take all night.

Where would Wally hide them?

Here... here it is.
Here it is.

Oh, Wally had a sense of humor.

They hid their stash
in Paddy's boxes.

Everything stays put
for now, got it?

Let's lock it up
and get out of here.

Wait. Look at this.

These are surveillance photos
of Doyle from 1976.

Do you think
that's the Harvard babe?

Ma, where is it?

Where is what?

That really creepy drawing
that Maura gave you.

Where is it? Get it.

Why?

Just get it.
I promise I won't hurt it.

Please.

Oh, my God!
Who she?

Maura.

Maura is fine, Patrick.

Maura.

Hope.

Who is this?

It's Maura's mother.

What's her name?

I don't know.
I never knew.

He drew this?

Yeah, he showed up
at my art class at Harvard.

I thought he was a student.

I tried to encourage him.

Then he just...
he disappeared.

And then, what, you found
yourself pregnant with Maura?

No.

Paddy showed up months later
with a newborn in his arms.

He said the baby's mother
had died during childbirth.

Why didn't his family
take Maura?

His father
would have killed the baby.

He didn't trust anybody...
But me.

Why did he draw this?

They used to meet
at the Boston cemetery.

It's the only place
they were safe from his father.

Paddy told everyone

that Maura and her mother
had died.

What if Maura's mother
is still alive?

I think a parent would do
anything to keep his child safe.

Even lie to the woman he loved
and tell her her baby died?

Even that.

Jane.
Shh, ma.

Good work, detective.
Where is it?

No.

No book.

Oh, I found something else.

It looks like
you're the dirty cop.

And you killed your partners
Wally and Cliff.

I'll see you in hell,
you son of a.

Looking forward to it, Paddy.

I could scream.

Go ahead.
My guys are on the door.

Smart. My fingerprints
are all over that thing.

Well, I'm lucky like that,
detective.

You got any last words?

Yeah.

You feeling lucky right now?

No firing pin.

I took them out
of all the guns.

That's not luck.
That's just covering my bases.

Get your hands on your head!

You heard him, get them up!

You're not gonna have
to wait for hell

to see your buddy, Paddy.

You okay?

Yeah.
Good work, rizzoli.

Now get out of those khakis
and get back to homicide.

Thanks, boss.

And you get better
so we can move you to walpole.

I want to know something.
Would you have shot her?

Yeah.

You're a cop.

I got something
I need to show you.

I always wondered why
she never looked for me.

Is there anything I can do?

Please go.

Wait.

There is one thing.

Tell pike I want my chair back.

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