All language subtitles for Isles-S02e05

That's if you Pilgrim fans
even went to sleep.

I'm still celebrating
Manny "Mega" Vega's moon shot

over the left-field fence.

As the Pilgrims continue
to fight for a playoff spot

in a tough division.

Rizzoli & Isles - S02E05
Don't Hate the Player

Original air date
August 8, 2011

What a game last night.

The Pilgrims are on a streak
with "Mega" Vega.

Chimpanzees do that.
Do what?

Grab their crotches.
It's a sign of aggression.

Welcome back
to "Baseball Live."

How exciting is this?

Two Boston teams
competing for playoff berths.

But what the Red Sox don't have
is Manny "Mega" Vega.

Man, that Mega Vega
sure can hit.

"Mega" stands for "molecular
evolutionary genetics analysis."

Oh, he is
quite the male specimen.

Mega focus. Mega power.

Drink my Mega-Ade
to win every time.

I'd love to Mega him.

Oh, hey. Language.
My mother's here.

You should hear us when
you're not around policing us.

He's a hunk.

"Hunk"?

Mmm.
Okay.

Officially
throwing up in my mouth.

No -- Jo Friday,
stop licking.

Oh, don't yell at her.

That's not yelling.

Stop licking!

That's yelling.

Speaking of a kiss goodbye.

Co-owners no more.

Phil Young announced today
that he controls the Pilgrims.

Must be pretty upsetting
for the ex-wife, Geena.

That's too bad.

Well, at least

they're fighting
over a baseball team.

My parents are fighting
over the snow shovel.

I doubt it will.

Oh, my God. Tommy.

I forgot to tell you
he was coming home.

You forgot to tell me?

Did you forget, too?

Janey.

Hi.
Ooh.

Thanks for your letters.
They really kept me going.

I was looking for you
three months ago.

Yeah. I got in a little fight
in the yard.

They threw me back in, so...

Yeah, well, let's not screw up
your early release, okay?

Fresh start, yeah?
Yeah.

Dr. Isles, I tightened up the
flush valve in the guest house.

Thank you.
Please let me pay you.

No, not a chance.

I mean, it's the least
I can do, you know?

- "All" you're doing for him?
- He's just visiting your mother.

"Visiting" means
dropping by and then leaving.

When's he leaving?

Jane, he's gonna be
in violation of his probation

without a permanent address.

So the visit is permanent.

Temporarily.

The only thing that Tommy does
"temporarily"

is stay out of trouble.

Jane, I know you.

You're conflicted,
you want to help him,

but you're afraid
that anything you do

will be interpreted
as a sign of approval.

My little brother
is a screw-up, Maura,

a completely lovable
screw-up felon.

The recidivism rate
for non-violent offenders

is higher than for violent.

It's 46% to 39%.

So I'm thinking
this isn't a good idea.

I'm doing this for your mother.

You know,
he's made some bad choices,

but that doesn't make him
a bad person.

Oh, yeah, right.
He did fix your flush valve.

She's licking her paws.

- Yeah, they're real red.
- I know. I know.

This is Dr. Isles.

Okay, if the division
detectives have signed off,

I will authorize
removal of the body.

Thank you.

Fatal slip and fall
at the Pilgrims' locker room.

That's weird
they're not reporting it.

Mm.
Let's go.

I've never been
to the Pilgrims' stadium,

and their locker room
is closer than your couch.

Come on.

Well, I've always wanted to see
them without their uniforms.

Maura!

This is Dr. Isles again.

Uh, hold the body at the scene.

I'm coming in.
Thank you.

Um, you know, if you want,
I can take your dog to the vet.

No, your only job is -- is just
stay out of trouble, okay?

Bye, ma.

Bye, baby.

Body's in the shower,
Dr. Isles.

It's nice to see you,
Detective Merck.

Actually, it's Chief Merck now.

- Of course. Congratulations.
- Thank you.

What brings you out, Rizzoli?

Just tagging along.
Look at you.

You retire, land the plum job,

chief of security
for the Pilgrims.

Yeah, it's a long way

from working those late nights
in homicide.

Hey, listen, while you're here,
we treat Boston's finest

to a couple of tickets
on the first-base line.

I've only sat in the nosebleeds

on police-appreciation
day -- thanks.

What's this look like to you?

Uh, it's pretty sad. It's a
poor fella on our coaching staff.

Slipped and fell
in the shower this morning.

Team's pretty shook up
about it.

- Oh, the coaching staff? That's awful.
- Yeah. Hey, listen.

Why don't you go out
and enjoy the game?

I'll walk her through this,
and I'll have her out

by the bottom of the first.

Well, if it's okay with you,

I'm gonna, uh, wait here
for Dr. Isles, all right?

Uh, yeah, all right.
Sure.

Let me, uh -- let me
go check on her, all right?

Three, four, five,
six, seven...

You got to be kidding.

Oh, wow.
Manny "Mega" Vega in the flesh.

Two, three, four, five,
six, seven...

I guess we must look
pretty strange.

Well, does he always puke
before a game?

Yeah, yeah. Baseball players
are really superstitious.

Part of his ritual.

I'm Jesse Wade.

Detective Jane Rizzoli.

And I know who you are.

Uh, rookie of the year
when you came into the bigs,

two-time all-star.

Impressive.

Most women only know
the superstar, Mr. Mega Vega.

Well, confession --
I'm a big Red Sox fan,

- but, you know, maybe you guys can convert me.
- Yeah. Maybe.

Man, you better move
and get out of my way.

Man, you shouldn't even have a locker, the
way you're hitting. All right.

Is that
part of his ritual, too?

No.

The...Dead guy in the shower's
got everybody spooked.

Oh.

Call me.

Wouldn't mind
being interrogated by you.

Heard that line,
like, four million times.

You call me, and, uh,
I'll think of a new one.

All right.

- Feel good?
- Yeah.

What's a coach doing
in the players' showers?

Coaches, players, managers

all have access to the gym
and the showers.

What time did he come in?

The records show
6:00 A.M.

- What is it?
- I'm not sure.

It's a slip and fall.
Can we just get him out of here?

His body's already
in advanced rigor.

That's very simple --
the hot water was running

when the cleaning lady
found him.

Hot water does accelerate it.

It's this...

Radiating
circular skull fracture

consistent with a hard impact,

and this -- a second compression
fracture to the occiput.

Two skull fractures?
How? He fell once.

Well, he slipped, cracked
his head on the shower handle,

hit the floor.

That's not what you're
thinking, is it?

The gash is wider
than the shower handle.

Something else
struck his skull.

A weapon? Wh-- you got to use
your best guess.

If there's any chance
this was a murder --

murder?! Rizzoli, what the hell?
There's no murder here.

Is it a suspicious death?
What does your gut say?

- I don't listen to my intestines.
- Maura.

I'm declaring the manner
of this death suspicious

pending further
investigation --

by the homicide unit.

Take your V.I.P. Seats. Boston
homicide sits in the nosebleeds.

What's going on?
I'm missing the game.

- Yeah, so is he.
- Oh, boy.

That guy got hit
by more than a pitch.

- What's Dr. Isles say?
- Suspicious death.

And their
million-dollar lawyers

won't let us touch anything
until the warrant gets here.

Victim's a member
of the coaching staff.

Ron McKenna.

I knew them all,
right down to the bat boys.

Never heard of this guy.

- Hey.
- Hey, you get it all?

Judge polk
gave you the locker room,

but he won't give you
the stadium.

I'm not surprised.
He probably called the governor.

He's not gonna cancel
this game.

What about the, uh, dumpsters?

- Judge said no.
- Fine.

I'll type up another warrant

and a find a judge who doesn't
have Pilgrims box seats.

- Okay.
- Your retirement.

Merck the jerk.

All he ever talked about
was the Sox.

When that job went to Celluci,
he sold his soul to get this one.

He was in homicide 15 years.
You think he did clean-up?

Let's find out.

Here.
You know the drill.

Uh, this is our house now.

You can read that
on the way out.

Okay, I want
all the dumpsters frozen.

I want a man in front
of every one of them.

Oh, come on --
I got to dumpster dive

through 40,000 hot dogs
and blue shaved ice?

Go before they empty it.

If there's any evidence in
there, we don't want to lose it.

Hey, hey. Did you get my text
about the Tommy surprise?

- Yeah, why didn't ma tell us?
- Wh--

At least she's not
trying to throw him

another "welcome home" party.

Yeah, because
he doesn't have one.

Let's keep an eye on him,
all right?

Well, as the team owner,
you and your lawyers

must know
why we want to talk to you.

Well, my head of security,
chief Merck,

informs me that we've had
a tragic accident, officer.

Detective.

Tragic, yes.
Accident, we don't think so.

So we will be conducting
a full investigation.

That's very thorough of you to
dot your I's and cross your t's.

See?

I knew they weren't gonna
try to use our tragedy

to make names for themselves.

Ron McKenna's badge identifies
him as one of your coaches,

but I didn't see his name
on your roster.

Well, Mr. McKenna was a recent
addition to our coaching staff.

Oh? What kind?

Hitting coach?
Pitching? Base coach?

- Special-assignment coach.
- What was his special assignment?

I'm sorry, detective,

but your warrant doesn't cover
this part of the house,

nor does it give you the right

to interrogate anyone
in this organization.

I'm sorry.
I'd like to help.

I represent
the entire organization.

You will not speak with anyone
other than me.

What is she doing here?

Y-you better get down there
and tell Geena

she's about to be in violation
of her restraining order.

Well, since
you don't represent Geena,

I guess there is someone
to talk to, huh, Walt?

Sports guys are saying

Phil took Geena's share
of the team, locked her out.

Well, he looks like
someone who'd put up a fight.

I wonder how he managed it.

I have every right to be
in that stadium. That is my team.

Get all these guys
out of here, all right?

Mrs. young, Boston homicide.
Can we talk to you, please?

Homicide?

So It's true about Ron.

That bastard won't let me in.

You knew Ron McKenna?

Of course.
I insisted we hire him.

Let me guess --
Phil is stonewalling.

Well, he said
that you hired McKenna

as a special-assignment
coach.

Oh, he had a special
assignment, all right.

He was Manny Vega's
sober coach.

You had a sober coach
for your star player?

It's no secret
Manny has had issues.

It was under control,
and then about three weeks ago,

he started having
violent outbursts again.

Didn't take a genius to
recognize that he needed help,

so I brought in Ron --

right before my asshole
ex-husband locked me out.

But how is Vega passing
his alcohol-and-drug tests?

Ask Phil.

And while you're at it,

tell him he won't have
my team for long.

I'd lock her out, too.

Stepping up to bat, D.J. Nixon!

Rumor is, Phil's trying to sell
the team to Salt Lake City.

The Utah Pilgrims?

How long am I standing here?

Until we have a warrant.

Vega was a wicked drinker
in his New York days --

locker-room brawls,
allegations of juicing.

Well, maybe he snapped

when his sober coach
tried to take away his tequila.

Garbage?
Thank you.

Hey! Y-you think I'm standing
here to throw away your mess?

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

These have never been worn.
This is brand-new.

Backs of his shoes are wet.

He was dragged into the shower
with his clothes on.

He didn't die in the showers.

This whole thing was staged.

Oh, wait. Oh.
Up there. You see that?

Directional bloodspatter.

Somebody swung away in here.

Mm-hmm.

Smells like bleach.

The count is two and two.

Lindbeck winds up,
delivers his knuckle ball.

Vega swings.

It's hit deep.

Deep over
salgado's head, and...

Gone!

Somebody cleaned up a murder.

The murder weapon is a
cylindrical, heavy, hard object.

Gee, what could it be?

Think it's a pipe?

A pipe is too thin.

What about a majorette's baton?

I'm glad that you find
my scientific approach amusing.

I think it's a bat, Maura.

Found blood.

I think it's Manny Vega's bat.

Let's compare it to the injury.

The width of the barrel aligns
with the width of the fracture.

So Vega's our best bet.

Now, how do we prove
he swung the fatal blow?

The way you always do --
do that gumshoe thing.

"That gumshoe thing"?

No, um, this time,

we're actually up against
every baseball fan,

from judges to the governor.

So it makes it
a little difficult

to do my gumshoe thing.

Society's very reluctant
to hold celebrities accountable.

Remember Fatty Arbuckle?

Fatty Arbuckle?

No.

- The silent-film star who was tried --
- Stop.

Hey, Jane, our victim
had multiple drug arrests.

So, this is who they hire
to be the "sober coach"?

Heard you got the warrant
for the dumpsters.

Yeah. I got blood, too --
on Vega's bat.

It's Korsak.

He's interviewing
the victim's son.

Can you figure out
what's going on

with the searches
through the dumpsters?

Yeah, yeah.
I'll check with Frankie.

I'm off -- to do my...
Gumshoe thing.

I shouldn't have used
that term.

No, you shouldn't have.

Because it actually
refers to galoshes,

which you aren't wearing.

What? I...
What did I say?

We're very sorry for your loss.

You're the only ones.

The news, the radio --

they're calling my dad
a scum bag.

We will do everything we can
to find his killer.

I hate to ask, but...

Do you know anyone that might
have wanted to hurt your father?

He's been clean
since my mom died.

Pulled it together for me.

How long had he been clean?

Five years.

He, uh, started an outreach
center to help people.

Why don't they report that?

Did your father
ever tell you anything

about his work with Manny Vega?

Just that he was
trying to help him.

He helped a lot of those guys.

You mean other ballplayers?

Yeah.

He blew his own shot
at the pros with drugs.

That's
why he wasn't star-struck.

He used to be one of them,
s-so he -- he could connect.

You should come by
sometime with your kids.

- Yeah.
- Good to see you.

- Always a pleasure.
- All right.

We just got shut down.

Search warrant on Vega's
house and car was denied.

No grand jury on Vega, either.

What?

How can Merck shut down
a grand-jury investigation?

By delaying it till
after the playoffs.

And all the heavies
are telling us to back off.

Yeah, tell that
to Ron McKenna's son.

I didn't tell you to stop,
Rizzoli.

Now find a way to get to Vega.

Nice.

Cavanaugh just
took the gloves off. Come on.

Hey, Mega.
Can I get an autograph?

Give me the ball.
Let's go.

Hey!

Wow.

Did you miss
your lucky bat today?

We had to borrow it.

You're a cop.

Listen, get the hell away
from me and move your car.

Oh, sorry.
Is that blocking you?

Ron McKenna's blood is all over
your bat, Vega. How'd it get there?

I'm not talking to you guys.

I'm calling my lawyers.

Ron bust you for drinking?
Maybe that's why you killed him.

I didn't kill nobody.

Now move your damn car.

Phil, Merck,
your lawyers --

they can't protect you forever.

Get out of my face.

At least I got his autograph.

Did Merck's timeline check out?

Yep.

Victim goes in at 6:01 A.M.
never comes out.

Cleaning lady goes in
at 9:30, out at 9:33.

After she found the body.

Players don't use key cards

'cause they come through
the players gate.

So, we're never gonna find
a record

of Vega entering or exiting.

Hey, turn it up.

Look, it's gross incompetence
by Boston police.

This was an accident.
Ron McKenna slipped and fell.

What do we have
on this cream puff? Phil?

Nothing, other than
he's an asshole.

Oh, look at all those
drug convictions.

You guys were great
to give him a second chance.

It's unfortunate he couldn't
cure his own addiction.

- You just -- you...
- What about Vega's drug tests?

Every time he takes a leak,
someone's there with a cup.

All negative. No steroids,
narcotics, or alcohol.

That's according
to the team doctors.

They got our backs
against the wall.

Find somebody who will talk.

Jesse Wade gave me his phone number.

Maybe it's time to make a call.

Yeah.

A booty call.

Really?

Hey.

What is "Le Beau Truc"?

Five-star
French restaurant.

Brilliant nouveau take
on escargot.

Is this okay?

Are you out of your mind?

What?
I'm meeting Jesse Wade.

He wants to do
the interview there.

At Le Beau Truc?
Yeah.

Le booty call.

What did you just say?

I know.

Unzip me.

Wh-- why?

Because you can't go like that.

We'll trade clothes.
Come on.

Are you crazy?

That dress wouldn't...
Cover my...Booty.

It smells like a deco.

Oh, men are not attracted
to the smell of death.

Really?

Okay, that's enough.

Oh.

Those boots
are fashion homicide.

No. No!
Those shoes are foot homicide.

Put them on.
They're too small.

Give them back.

You just said put them on!

Patience.

What are you do--

Maura!

Voilà. Peep toes.

Thank you.

Oh.

You look sexy.

You look...

Like you're wearing my clothes.

Hi, ma.

Like you're wearing
okay. Calm down.

All ri--
where are you?

Okay.
I'll be right --

I got 45 minutes.

Come with me.
I'm gonna need backup.

What?
Jane, what did Tommy do?

Jane!
You have all the shoes!

You think you can do that
to people, huh?

Take advantage of them when they're
just trying to take care of their pets?

You know what?
I'm gonna neuter you, punk!

Hey. Tommy, stop.
Stop.

I called the police.

I am the police.

Vice?

Homicide.

I'm not there yet,
but give me a minute.

All right.
Relax.

Just...What happened?

Jo Friday was licking
her freaking paws off!

Shhh!
I'm not talking to you.

What happened?

I was treating this patient,
uh, Jo Friday Rizzoli,

and this man
is refusing to pay the bill.

All right.
Well, that's fine.

I got it. I will pay it.
How much is it?

$300. What? What did you
do, bling her paws out?

Exactly. And then he calls her
a freaking head case!

No, no, no, no, no.
I did not use that terminology.

I said, "she is suffering
from depression."

She has been withdrawn,
restless,

reluctant to go outside
and urinate.

Whose side are you on?

She sleeps, eats, poops.

What's there
to be depressed about?

N-- off, Jo Friday!

It is an OCD reflex.

It is triggered
by her emotional state.

She needs prozac.

Here we go.

OCD, ADHD, alcoholic --

same stuff they were
throwing at me in the joint!

I'm not surprised
you were confined to a cage.

Hey, hey, hey!

Knock it off!

Knock it off, all right?

Take Jo Friday, go home!
Take her for a walk.

You're already gonna blow
your curfew as it is. Come on.

I'm so sorry.

They really are
very nice people.

- You look phenomenal.
- Thank you.

I thought we ought to stay
kind of private.

I'm not really supposed to be
talking to you.

Well, I'm not
supposed to be drinking.

I'm on the job, so...

Um, tell me about Vega.

You guys have been teammates
for, what, two seasons?

Man, you get right into it.

Yep.

I don't know. Uh...

Feels like he's losing it.

What do you mean?

Just acting crazy,
except when he takes the bat.

Well, do you think
he killed Ron McKenna?

You're the homicide detective.
What do you think?

Well, it doesn't matter
what I think.

- It matters what I can prove.
- Can you prove it?

What was Ron McKenna doing
in the locker room at 6:00 A.M.?

- I don't know.
- Yes, you do.

Was he trying to prove that Vega
was drinking and drugging? What?

Yeah. He was hell-bent
on it, so...Maybe, yeah.

Well, you and Manny
are friends.

Did you ever talk to Ron
about it, try to help?

Ron came to me
the day before he died.

Wanted my help staging
an intervention for Manny.

I was up for it.

But Vega's drug tests
came back clean.

When you're the face
on the billboard,

the name on a sports drink...

Your pee has a tendency
to come back drug-free.

Okay.

You know, I didn't just...Come
here to talk about the case.

You're such a beautiful woman.

- I thought we'd have some wine.
- Thank you.

Um, but, like I said,
I'm on the job.

Okay.

These suck.

Ugh!

And your dress is about as
comfortable as a straitjacket.

Yeah, and your suit
is a real booty-call magnet.

I got hit on twice --
by women.

Really?

Oh, no.
My tv -- it's gone.

Somebody was in here.

Ma! Tommy! Ma!

Ma, come here!

Jane, what's wrong?

Oh, no.

Tommy?

Well, maybe it wasn't
Tommy. I...

I told the Palumbos Tommy would
never steal their stereo.

Tommy broke into some houses
when he was in high school.

Um...He never should have been
staying here, Maura.

I'm so sorry.
It's okay.

Oh, for the life of me!

I don't understand why
your brother does what he does!

All right, look.

I'll call Frankie, okay,

and then
we'll go look for Tommy.

If he's on the run, it should be
us that find him, okay?

Come here, ma.

It's all right.
Okay?

I'll find him.

Oh, don't move, babe.
The police got us surrounded.

You're so funny, Tommy.

Actually, babe, move.

So, uh, which one of youse
wants to...Take me in?

Where'd you get
the money to buy

the dinner and drinks
for the townie?

- Did you pawn Maura's stuff?
- Huh?

Maura's house was burglarized.

Her tv, her jewelry...

Her trust.

She trusted you.

- Oh, you think I did it?
- Did you?

Yeah, sure.

Recession's my fault,
mom and dad

are getting divorced
because of me.

War in the middle east --
that's me, too.

Is that what you think?

They're not getting a divorce
because of you, Tommy.

They fought all the time.

They fought over the freaking
leaves in the gutters, Tommy.

I am the freaking gutter.

It's detective Rizzoli,
officer Rizzoli,

and Tommy the screw-up.

That's what you've chosen.
That's not who you are.

We have a breaking story.
Manny "Mega" Vega...

Hey, could you
turn that up, please?

Has been killed
in an automobile accident.

Details at this time
are inconclusive,

but detectives are looking into the matter.
- Oh, geez.

Of course, we'll have much more
on this story as it develops.

Tommy,
you're on your own tonight.

No babysitters for you.

Once again, Manny "Mega" Vega,

Boston Pilgrims
baseball superstar,

has died tonight
in a fatal car accident.

Wonder if he'll go down as one
of the best hitters of all time

or the baseball star
who murdered his sober coach

and then died in a D.U.I.

Got the results from the
contents of the sports bottle.

Oh, from his car?
That was fast.

I processed it myself.

That guy was my hero.

I wanted to know
if he was loaded.

Was he?

Can you put it down here?

No.

Glucose water, "B" vitamins,
taurine, ginseng, caffeine.

No drugs, alcohol, or steroids?

No.

This is strange.

Cardiomyopathy.

He has an enlarged heart.

Congenital?

No. Recent damage.

Maura, you have that
"I have a case-solving hunch"

look on your face.

My face doesn't hunch.
It's minor pruritus.

Excuse me?

An itch.

Hmm.

His kidneys are damaged.

Look at that crystallization.

Yeah. From what?

I'd be guessing.

God, it's torture sometimes.

Have you seen this before?

Yes.

Okay. Good.

What did it turn out to be...

Before

ethylene glycol ingestion.

Antifreeze?

Someone was poisoning him.

Somebody was poisoning Vega
over a three-week period.

Was it Merck, Phil, Geena,
or one of his teammates?

Look, we've got nothing
without motive.

McKenna is collateral damage.

Now, somebody was after Vega.
Who and why?

Okay, it's got to be somebody
who could get into the locker room

through the players gate,

which says "teammate" to me.

Wait.

Frost, can you go on Youtube

and pull up that dugout fight
between Jacobs and Vega?

They were going at it
in the locker room.

Okay.

Get out of my face!

Hate's a powerful motive.

Maura's got something
on our first vic -- sober coach.

You can't look
at a little vitreous fluid?

- Coming out of an eyeball?
- Come on.

You said you had something.

What are we doing
standing here?

Time of death
is always hard to pin down.

It's even harder in this case.

You could be
a little more patient.

Job was like a cranky toddler
compared to me.

You spoke to Frankie?

He's still going through
all 12 dumpsters

with every division detective
we could spring loose.

And why aren't you there?

Oh, I know.
"Ew! I hate eyeball fluid.

Ew, I'm afraid of garbage."

Why aren't you there?
I know.

Might mess up that nice
sport coat from 1989.

All right. Come on.

So, Geena hired McKenna

because she thought
Vega was drinking again.

Yeah. She said he'd been
having violent outbursts.

Ethylene-glycol poisoning
mimics inebriation.

But we didn't find any traces of
antifreeze in Vega's water bottle.

Yeah, at least
not the one in his car.

No, w-- that's it.
Wait a minute.

Uh, baseball players
are real superstitious, right?

Oh, Mark McGwire
wore the same cup

from his
high-school-playing days

until it was stolen from him
late in his career.

Clemens put tiger balm
on his bal--

- His balls?
- Yeah.

Don't they inspect those
before they're allowed to pitch?

Different...

Balls, Dr. Isles.

Oh.

Let's just say they --
they have some weird rituals.

Yeah, like drinking from the
same blinged-out game bottle.

Let's test
the one in his locker.

This is definitely the source
of the ethylene glycol.

So our killer was spiking
Vega's special game bottle.

Easy access --
just sitting in his locker.

Just had to wait until
the locker room was empty.

Poor Ron McKenna --
he suspects Vega's drinking,

decides to check his locker
after the game...

Catches the murderer
red-handed.

Killer grabs Vega's bat,
whacks McKenna in the head,

drags him to the showers.

Smashes his skull
against the tile,

stages a slip-and-fall
accident.

Clark Jacobs could be our guy.

He's got a locker
right next to Vega.

There it is -- results
for the hypoxanthine test.

The vitreous fluid
from the eye.

You did have a hunch.

No, I simply couldn't explain

his advanced stage
of rigor mortis.

And here's why --

'cause Ron McKenna
wasn't murdered at 6:00 A.M.

At midnight?

So why did Merck and his
key card say 6:00 A.M.?

I think our buddy Merck
is lying to us.

You're looking at
an accessory to murder.

Whoa.
I didn't kill anybody.

So why'd you alter
his key-card entry time?

I didn't.

Well, maybe he's a zombie.

That's why he took a shower
six hours after he died.

Maybe you got me
on obstruction...

But not murder.

Okay.

- Works for me.
- Hey.

Hey, hey.

We thought Manny did it.

- I was told to protect him.
- Who told you to do that?

You learn that trick in all
your years as a homicide cop?

Lawyering up
like the scum bag you are?

I say either Phil or Geena
told Merck to protect Vega.

Whoa. Crime-scene techs found
Vega's contract on his computer.

Whoa.
$15 million a year.

Plus, Phil and Geena
sweetened the deal.

They each gave him
a piece of the team.

1% each.

Yeah, nice chunk,
since that franchise

is worth
half a billion dollars.

Right.

Huh.
Read the fine print.

If Vega tests positive

for drugs or alcohol or dies,

both team owners
get their shares back.

Puts Phil and Geena
right back at square one

without their star.

What's the motive?

What's that addendum?

Okay, that's weird.

Three weeks ago,

Vega gave Phil his entire
2% share of the team.

Why?

Give Phil control?

That's how Phil
took the team from Geena.

- He must have had a side deal with Vega.
- He had to.

It's the only way Phil
could sell the team to Utah.

Yeah, and then Geena discovers
that she was betrayed by Vega.

That's motive. You know?

Maybe she -- she hired Merck
to do the dirty work.

Well, well, well.

Merck just got bailed out --
by Geena.

And Tommy didn't do it.

What?

Division-one detectives
matched fingerprints

from Dr. Isles' bedroom
to a burglary ring.

They've made arrests
and got all her stuff back.

That's fantastic!

Oh!

Hey, Frankie.

No, listen to this.

You what?

Hi.

I think we found
the needle in the haystack.

Unbelievable.
Let me see.

Gotcha.

I know we got nothing
on the outside,

but what about on the inside?

Can you get a print?

This is not "CSI: Boston,"
Jane, okay?

It's a very delicate process,
and it's not always successful.

Be great if it was
successful this time.

I can't concentrate.
Did you apologize to Tommy?

No, but I will.

- Let's just get the bad guys first, all right?
- All right.

Well, why don't you go
and apologize to him,

and I'll call you
if I get any latent prints.

"If"?

N-- the reason you have
these gloves to work with

is because I gumshoed.

The least you can do
is get me some prints.

What are you --
why are you stopping?

What are you doing?

Waiting for you to leave.

Wh--
you are ridiculous.

Fine. Bye.

Tommy?

Tommy?

What, you gonna
make me use the siren?

Knock it off.

You're scaring Lola and Finn.

We caught the burglars.
Maura got all her stuff back.

Well, that's too bad 'cause
I was really looking forward

to three square meals a day
and a clean jumpsuit.

Go home.

I don't have a home.

Yes, you do.

Maura said that you can stay
as long as you need to.

Ma wants you there.
Maura wants you there.

You know what's great
about dogs?

Tell me.

They're in the same mood
every day.

And they think I'm a good guy.

They're good
judges of character, Tommy.

Yeah.

They'd like a serial killer
if he had lamb lungs.

I'm sorry.

I'm really, really sorry.

It's okay.

I would have thought
I did it, too.

I got to walk them.

I'm on the job.

You're a dog walker?
That's great.

Oh, yeah.
Mom and dad will be so proud.

See you later.

Tell me you got a print.

Yeah!

- Way to go.
- Thank you.

- Way to go.
- Thank you.

Great game.
That was a great game.

Whoo! Thank you. It was close.
Congratulations.

Hey, you can't be in here!

Keep talking,
I'll have your bail revoked.

Phil...

You screwed Geena
out of her team.

And, Geena,

you would do almost anything

to get that team back,
wouldn't you?

And, Merck...

You just do what you're told.

And, Jesse...

Hey.

You wanted to be a superstar.

I got to admit, you got balls
taking a cop to dinner.

Did you think
you could charm me, too?

You wanted
what Vega had --

face on the billboard,
name on the sports drink.

What's this about, officer?

Detective.

I think Jesse knows what this
is about, don't you, Jesse?

I worked for this.

Everything was handed to him.

He drank and drugged,
and they just kept...

Giving him more.

My God. No.

You killed Manny?

Turn around, Jesse.

You're under arrest
for the murders

of Manny Vega and Ron McKenna.

A little to the left.

Center it a little.

Wait, don't --
don't drop it, Korsak.

This thing costs more
than you make in a month.

That's still more than you make
in six months.

Dinner time!

Hello, Jo Friday!

You want your dinner?
Yes.

You feed that dog chicken?

It's organic.

She licking her paws?
Yeah, nonstop.

What? It's not funny.

I paid 300 bucks.
She's still licking.

Because a lot of little dogs
like her

are allergic to poultry.

Oh.

"Well, she has been
withdrawn and restless,

reluctant to go outside
and urinate."

Well, excuse me.

I don't treat mixed breeds
or four-legged creatures

- or anything else --
- that's alive. Yeah, I forgot.

Okay, knock it off, you two.
Get the salad.

Would you like me
to reimburse you

for misdiagnosing your dog?

- Stop it.
- Yes.

Yes, I would, actually.
That'd be nice.

Would a check be okay, or
would you feel safer with cash?

Cash. Cash is good.