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Well thank you for dinner dad.

You're welcome.

Take this, I'm the only one
at home.

No, no. Emma won't eat it.
She's on this gluten free thing.

2x08 -My Own Worst Enemy

p0w4 sync by Gatto, corrections by dcdah
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Ian? Oh, my God.

Hello, there.

What if I had someone here?

Do you?

No.

Then we're in luck.

Oh, where've you been?

I'm here now.

Jane.

Ooh!

Hey.

What do we got?

Father and son. Son's
on the way to the hospital.

That's the dad.
Looks like a mugging gone wrong.

- You limping?
- What? No.

Waiter I.D.'d them.

Dead guy is Evan Dunbar,
son is Chris.

They had dinner,
left the restaurant together.

Huh. Did you talk
to the son?

No. He was unconscious
when they rolled him out.

Mugger pistol-whipped
and kicked him.

Manager says the father's
a regular, always carries cash.

He had a wad when he paid.

That'd make him a target.

This street is junkie central
after dark. Where is Maura?

Can't do this without your BFF?

Well, not when she's
the Chief Medical Examiner, no.

Head shot's
did you get the bullet?

CSRU recovered it.
It's on its way to ballistics.

Looked like a .38.

Dispatcher's already called
Dr. Isles.

I don't know.
I'm gonna call the C.I.

He knows this neighborhood
real well.

♪ You're the one
I've waited for ♪

Hel-l-lo, Vanilla.

Hey, hey, hey.
That's far enough.

Sam, it's all right.
He's with us.

Come on, Rondo.

Watch your head, chief.

You just step this way.

I will step anywhere
you tell me to step, Vanilla.

- You are lookin' fine, today.
- Come on. Just...

I like it when
you hold me tight.

Stop it. This ain't a date,
all right?

I need some information.

I got lots of information,

and I know how to treat
a lady right.

Shut up, okay?

Just, look.

I need you to be my eyes
and ears on the street, okay?

I need you to be
looking for a junkie

that is newly flush with cash
or bragging about a murder.

I can't hear much with $20.

There.

I think I'm hearing more.

You know what, Rondo? There.
Now, go. Get me something.

Okay. Hey, you get lonely,
you know...

Just go! Just...

- Hey. Where you been?
- Uh, bed.

What? You okay?
Yeah. Why?

'Cause you're wearing
two different shoes.

You're so not feeling okay.

I got dressed in the dark.

What about you?
You're limping.

- No, no. I'm not.
- Yes, you are. Know why?

Because you buy your boots
a half size too small.

- No, I don't.
- And you stomp.

I do not stomp.

The son regained consciousness
at the hospital.

Oh, great.
Let's go.

The guy came out of nowhere.

He slammed his gun
into my face, and...

I blacked out.

It took 22 stitches
to close the gash in his head.

He has a concussion.

He broke his ribs
and his fingers.

My father-in-law...

Do you remember anything
about your attacker?

Race? Height? Regional accent,
a tattoo, anything?

No. It happened so fast.
I--

I didn't even see him.

By the time I came to,
my dad was dead.

The paramedics
were talking to me.

We're very sorry
for your loss.

If you remember anything else,
please give us a call, okay?

Thank you.

Are you going to get the guy
who killed my grandpa?

We're gonna do
everything we can.

No. No.
I'm not ready yet.

It's beautiful.

I bought it for you at
a street market in the Sahel.

- You did not.
- Yes, I did.

Why don't you ever
tell me when you're coming?

Because I never know if I am.

Oh.

Oh, ooh.

Oh. That's
Jane's mother.

- Should I hide?
- Uh, no.

Uh, just say
that we're colleagues.

I don't want to
have to explain you.

I'm hard to explain.

Good morning.

Oh. I'm so sorry.
I didn't know that...

Uh, no, no, no.
It's-- it's okay.

Um, Dr. Faulkner, uh,
was just--

um, he came by for some tea.

Please call me Ian.

Oh. We're just making
some black tea.

- Would you like some?
- Uh, thank you.

You're working early,
Dr. Isles.

We were just, um,
conferring on a case.

Oh, really?
What case is that?

Oh, you know, Angela,
uh, is in the middle

of, um, getting certified to
become a professional organizer.

- Isn't that great?
- That's very impressive.

Well, there's no advancement
in my field

without continuing education.

Uh-huh, what's your field?

I run the police café.

It's disorganized?

Yes. It's, um,
the pantry is a disaster.

- Well, we can't have that.
- No.

Um, I'm gonna be
certified soon,

so if "you're a disorganized,
busy professional..."

You mean, um,
like Dr. Isles, here?

- Yes!
- Shall we start?

"Are you ready to conquer
the clutter?"

Yeah, well, um,
I'm just gonna check "yes."

- Look... stop.
- I don't care what you have to say.

Nah! Nah! I told them.
I'm the one that called it in!

Tell her.
I called it in.

He said he was with
a "Detective Vanilla."

Can't imagine why you didn't
just take his word for it.

It's all right.
He's with us.

He got to be here?

He does.

Talk.

Well, I've been keeping my ear
to the street,

like you told me to,

and I hear about a junkie named
Viper with a bunch of cash.

- That must be Viper.
- That was Viper.

- What do you know about him?
- Dope fiend.

Okay, wait right here.

Hmm. .38 special.

Same caliber as the shooting.

Blood on the barrel.

Probably from pistol-whipping
Chris Dunbar.

I'll take that bet.

He mugs father and son,
uses the cash to buy dope,

and then O.D.'s
at a public picnic table.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking that's odd,
aren't you?

Yeah.

Junkies don't shoot dope
out in the open.

They're like cockroaches.
They hide.

Something's off.

Ah, we're feeling better.

Your shoes match.

I was just tired last night.

You're still limping.

Who's that?

It's not important.

Oh!

Uh, okay.

Well, can we go out on a limb

and say
that this junkie O.D.'d?

- Yes.
- Really?

Mm-hmm.
He overdosed on heroin.

This is from his syringe.
It tested at almost 80% purity.

80%? That's the good stuff.
Pure, non-cut...

How does a street junkie
get his hands on that?

- I got the print report here.
- Oh, can I see that?

Crime lab says junkie's syringe
had no fingerprints on it.

Died before he had a chance
to wipe them off.

Yeah, so someone
wiped them off for him.

- Well, you didn't even read it that time.
- It's nothing.

You're in a weird mood.

No. I'm not.

Okay.

Oh.

All right.
I got to go talk to my C.I.

You want to grab
a coffee afterwards?

No. I already had tea.

Oh.

Did you meet
Dr. Isles' new hunk?

- What?
- Ian.

They think I was born yesterday.
He spent the night.

Okay, ma, that's really
none of your bus...

Ian spent the night?

Mm-hmm.
Didn't she tell you?

Yeah.

Yes.

Okay, thanks.

Don't they have cappuccinos?

No.

Now tell me about Viper.

Where'd he get pure dope?

Mm. Tastes better
with foamed milk.

Crap.
Buy yourself some foam.

Now... pure dope.

Oh, word is it hit the street
six months ago.

Real good sh-- stuff.

And where's it coming from?

Nobody knows.

All right, um...

You call me if you hear anything,
all right?

I got you on speed dial,
Vanilla.

Okay.

Ballistics confirmed the gun
we found on the dead junkie

was the murder weapon
used to kill Evan Dunbar

and beat up his son, Chris.

Well, what about
gunshot residue?

Did it confirm
that the junkie was the shooter?

No. The opposite. Very little
GSR on the dead junkie.

- So the gun was planted.
- Seems like it.

Well, maybe we're not
looking at a random mugging.

Maybe we're looking at a hit.

What do we know
about the victim's business?

Bostonia Shipping Logistics.
Our victim handled

freight and customs brokering
for small businesses.

- His son, Chris, worked for him.
- Is the company clean?

Very. Checked I.C.E., D.E.A.,
drug control unit.

Nothing.
Not a whiff of anything sketchy.

You said the son, Chris,
worked for the dad?

You think he had someone
beat his face to a pulp?

I don't know. I mean,
father owns the business.

If he dies,
the son inherits it.

So, a few blows to the face.

Dad's a widower,
Chris is an only child.

There's another relative.
Victim had a brother, Arthur.

Well, that's a prison mug shot.
What's he in for?

Mandatory 10 years
for dealing cocaine.

Oh, wait. Look at this.

Company's clean,
but the victim wasn't.

He was indicted
with his brother.

Yeah, but look.
Evan didn't do time.

Because the D.A.
gave him immunity

for testifying
against his brother, Arthur.

Damn. Our victim
put his own brother away.

When does Arthur get out?

Six weeks ago.

Probably pretty pissed off
after 10 years in the slammer.

That's a good motive for murder.
Let's bring him in.

Won't be easy.
Guy's off the grid.

No driver's license, no bank accounts.
Not seeing anything.

Get creative.
We got to find him.

It's Maura.
She got something on the Vic.

Evan Dunbar had an odd residue

on his shoe bottoms and pant
cuffs... cyanoacrylate powder,

used almost exclusively
in nail salons.

So our shooting victim visited a
nail salon before he was killed.

It appears so, although
his nails didn't look like

they've ever been touched
by an emery board.

Is that Ian?

Uh, let's go and take a look
at the victim's nails.

Oh, let's.

Yes, it was Ian.
He's just an old friend.

Hm. His cuticles
have never been cut.

I'd say he's never had
a manicure.

You don't have to tell me
about Ian.

It's none of my business.

I'm not not telling you
about him.

He just stopped by
this morning.

I heard he stopped by
last night.

Uh [Sighs] He lives in Africa.

It's, um...

It's complicated.

Okay.

Uh, let me know
if you find anything else

in the case, you know,
that's not complicated.

I mean, who am I to help you
with your complicated love life?

Jane.

Goodbye.

Have a fabulous time reading
your love texts in private.

No, Jane. Jane, wait. Wait.
It's nothing.

It's nothing. Look.

"Ahune eetepeeah
wesete aberene"

he just said,
"guess what we'd be doing

if we were
in Ethiopia right now."

That doesn't sound complicated.

I killed Korsak with your scalpel.

I contaminated
all your DNA samples.

I snuck into your closet,

and I put all your shoes
in different boxes.

- What?!
- Never mind.

What? No. Jane.
Jane, wait.

Wait, wait. I'm sorry.

Let me at least
take a look at your foot.

Oh, no. I don't think we're
close enough for that anymore.

Please?
I'm... I'm sorry. Okay?

Look, I'm...

You'll really sorry
when my toe kills me.

Okay.

Don't touch it.

Ow! Maura.

Okay, you have
acute onychocryptosis.

Do I need to update my will?

Ingrown toenail.
You need a minor procedure.

Okay, you do it.

Me? I don't do surgery.

It's not a kidney transplant,
Maura. Just do it!

Not gonna ask.

What... is it?

Chris Dunbar
is checking out of the hospital.

How? He was in
critical condition yesterday.

Ow!

Can you believe the insurance
company is kicking him out?

Yeah. They said if I can
get myself to the bathroom,

then I don't need a hospital.

Any news on the case?

We're working some leads.

Your father
ever go to a nail salon?

My father? No. No, he wasn't
that kind of guy. Why?

Come on, Aidan.

Let's go outside.
We'll meet daddy out front.

Did your father and you ever
have any personal difficulties?

No. No,
we always got along.

What about business
disagreements?

Why would you be asking me this?
We were mugged.

It's possible it wasn't random.

Can you think of anyone that might
have wanted to hurt your father?

No. No one.

How about your Uncle Arthur?
Have you seen him recently?

No. I haven't...

I haven't seen my Uncle
since he went to prison.

And did he ever threaten
your father?

I mean, they had
their issues, but no.

I mean, I--
I don't believe

Arthur would kill
his brother or hurt me.

There's... just no way.

Thank you.

Take good care of yourself.

- We'll be in touch.
- Thanks.

Pretty crummy insurance, just
throwing him out in that condition.

Well, he has minimal coverage,
but he's covered till tomorrow.

Why'd his doctors
release him, then?

They didn't.
He's leaving A.M.A.

Against medical advice.

So why'd he lie?

Yeah, and why is he
in such a hurry to get out?

Thank you.

I had a mani-pedi once.

So you're that kind of guy.

Had to get close
to a drug dealer

who did business
over pedicures... got a fungus!

Did you at least
make the arrest?

He got four years.
I got yellow toes.

Here he comes.

What's he doing?

I don't know.

Bye, dad!

He's in a hurry
to go somewhere.

He's pulling a container
out of customs' holding.

Must be pretty important.

Look at the guy.
He's having trouble walking.

Yeah. Something smells.

We got to get a look
in that container.

Hey, Frost.

I need you to get me
a search warrant.

What's going on?

We were gonna ask you
the same thing.

We need to take a look
inside the container.

Jane!

I got the manifest...
Ugh!

Rats! There's
rats in there.

"Ooh, eek! A rat!
Help! Help! Help!"

Stop.

What's the shipment?

Deliveries from China
for four different

Boston customers.

You got a toy store,
jewelry store,

furniture store, and...

"Lee's Nail Spa."

Wow. That's something since our
victim was in a nail salon

before he was killed.

Stay away from nail salons.

Stop talking
about your nasty toes.

At least I'm not afraid
of rodents.

Anything?

Nothing. No drugs.
Damn it.

We got to find time
to go through all the boxes.

I think the clock ran out.

We can't seize the container
without probable cause.

Then we got
to find something fast.

You said that your father
had never been in a nail salon.

Yeah, he hasn't.

All right,
well, one of your clients

owns a nail salon.

You're delivering a shipment
to "Lee's Nail Spa."

Yeah, I don't know
all of our clients.

All right, but I did
just speak to my attorney.

Now, unless you found any drugs,
which you won't,

you need to release
this container back to me.

Port agent says you've never
signed for a container before.

This one must be special.

This business feeds my family,

and now it's all I have left
of my father.

So, yeah, I'm gonna take care
of our clients.

Jane?

Yeah.

I got a whole shipment
of these.

Good, 'cause he's hiding
something.

Nice save, Frost.

These studded bracelets
are illegal in Massachusetts.

So? They're for a shop
in new Hampshire.

Punk rock accessory
in new Hampshire,

dangerous weapon
in Massachusetts.

I'm so sorry. We're gonna have to
impound this entire container.

You gonna hear
from my attorney.

Call CSRU.
We take everything.

What are you doing here?

My toe.
It's killing me.

Unless it's given you
a staph infection,

it's hardly killing you.

What? D...
Oh!

I'm...So sorry
to barge in.

No, it's okay.

Hey, you must be Jane Rizzoli.

Let me get you a glass of wine.

Okay. Thank you.
Uh, you must be Ian.

Jane needs a phenolisation
procedure.

Ooh, then you're gonna want
a lot of wine.

I'd better open another bottle.

Did you come over here
to check up on me?

Oh, yeah, I rubbed bad germs

all over my ingrown toenail
so I could spy on you.

Um, Maura, I can't find
the corkscrew.

Your mother has been doing
some organizing for me.

Oh, God, can't she find
a slob to...

Bother?

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

She alphabetized everything.

So now corkscrew
is next to the chopsticks.

Hey, um, let me, uh, see
that foot while I open the wine.

Okay.

What can I use
to do the procedure?

Huh? Oh, I-I-- I thought
Maura was gonna do it.

Uh, Ian is much more qualified.

I just got a new pair
of carbon steel pruning sheers.

But would that be under
"c" or "s"?

Uh, "p"?

I guess that makes sense.
"P" for "pruning."

Cute. What, are you
gonna cut off my toe?

It's pretty much the same tool

the podiatrists use.

Okay, so I'm gonna need
some Betadine

and a topical anesthetic spray.

Well, you've got your own
traveling pharmacy over there.

Uh, Ian is taking
some supplies back to Africa.

Oh.

This is gonna feel
a little bit cold.

Oh-kay.
No, that's fine.

Oh, I'll need, uh,
a toothpick, too.

What... what...
What for?

Now hold still 'cause
this might pinch a little bit.

Aaah!

You really got a grip on it,
don't you, doc?

When do I take
the toothpick out?

A day.

It's keeping the nail
away from the wound.

It might smart a little.

No, what, really?

Because you dug into my toe
with pruning sheers?

The periungual's sensitive.

Are you sure you don't want
to stay for dinner?

Um, no, no,
I've lost my appetite.

You two kids have fun.

Thanks, ma.

Oh, hey. You're looking
for Dr. Maura Isles.

Give it to me.
I'll take it to her.

Ma!

What?
It's from Ian.

Wow. Two-buck Chuck
and three rolls of toilet paper.

Romance lives.

She's more secretive about
this one, isn't she?

No.

Yes.

Hurts your feelings

that she's
not confiding in you.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

I don't care.

You know, I... I don't need
to know everydetail

of her personal life.

It's all right.
But she usually tells you.

Yeah.

He seems charming.

But, you know, those are the
ones you have to worry about.

I got a really weird vibe
from him.

He was unpacking boxes.

And then when he saw me,
he just closed 'em all up.

It was like...

That's your cop gut.
Maybe he's a criminal.

I don't know.

Well, he is Australian.

Uh, aren't they all
descended from crooks?

Ma, that was
like 200 years ago,

and I don't think
we can hold that against him.

You know, while I'm
in there organizing,

I could poke around.

Please don't do that.

I hear you loud and clear.
You need deniability.

Ma, no.

No! Wh...

Ma... Maura!

- Maura!

That must be from Ian.

This Ian really knows
how to woo a girl.

When we did relief
work together in Ethiopia,

we'd talk about what we'd give

for some cheap wine
and toilet paper.

How come you never told me
about him?

I'm sure I have.
You must've forgotten.

Thanks for this.

What's up?

Chris Dunbar's not happy
we impounded his shipment.

He's threatening legal action
if we don't release it.

Any luck
finding Uncle Arthur?

Nothing from Social Security.

No phone,
not any paying utilities.

Well, what about a...
A... a discount card,

a pharmacy,
a sweepstakes entry?

Everybody signs up
for something.

I'll keep digging.

So we're back
to that one lead... nails.

Well, we know our victim was in
a nail salon before he died.

And we know he shipped supplies
for Lee's Nail Spa.

Let's go talk to "Lee."

Yes, that's Mr. Dunbar.

We wondered what happened
to our supplies.

And you two
are business partners?

How long have you been using
his shipping service?

A few years.
Good prices, reliable.

He was a nice man.
Your supplies come from China?

Yes, uh, you'd be amazed
what the profit margin is

on hand oils and candles.

I bet.

Excuse me.
Mani-pedi today?

Handy we both have
toe problems.

We're in a nail salon.

How about
a complimentary service?

No, sorry. We're not allowed
to accept gifts.

And plus my friend here
had a bad experience.

Fungus.

Ah, gives the industry
a bad name.

I've tried everything...

Mouthwash, vapor rub,
hemorrhoid cream.

- R-- hemorrhoid cream?
- I'd do anything to get rid of it.

So you can wear
your strappy sandals?

Use this, three times a day.

112 bucks?!
Small price to pay.

Rizzoli.

Never doubt the
power of greed.

- I never do. Did you find Uncle Arthur?
- You were right.

He filled out a Publisher's
Clearing House entry.

Gave them his work address.

Evan's dead?
What happened?

Where were you
two nights ago around 9:00 P.M.?

I was working here.
My shift ends at 11:00.

What happened to my brother?

We were hoping you
may have had a thought.

- No, we really haven't been in touch.
- Since he testified against you.

I don't harbor hard feelings.

But you didn't reach out to him
after 10 years in prison.

I was going to.

I just needed to get
my feet on the ground.

You know...

Evan was the responsible one.

He took over the business
when dad died.

He worked hard.

He found a way to make
a little profit.

But not a big enough profit.
Is that when the two of you

- started dealing coke?
- Evan had nothing to do with that.

But he
testified against you.

Seems like that might
have made you angry.

He had no choice, okay?
I told him to.

What about your nephew? When's
the last time you saw Chris?

I'm a convicted drug dealer.

I figured a little distance
was good for everybody.

Now it's too late.

This is the last
of the container.

They've been through
everything.

More rats.

So we have no evidence,

and our best suspect,
Uncle Arthur,

has three witnesses

who put him
at his auto repair job

at the time of the murder.

Their coats are glossy.

Healthy gums.

They ate rat poison, Maura.

No, this isn't
from rodenticide.

Even fast-acting poison
takes a few days.

These rats died immediately
after ingesting something.

Something in the container.

Maybe you should do an autopsy.

Technically, it's a necroscopy.

Well, let's not tell
the taxpayers

what we're doing
with their tax dollars.

Got another delivery
for you, doc.

Uh, can you put it
in my office, please?

Sure.

What is that?

Supplies.

For Ian?

Yes.

For Ian...

Who fixed your toe.

How is your toe?

How is your conscience?

Excuse me?

What are you doing?
Who is this guy?

Why are you being so weird?

Why are you turning
into a snoopy dog?

Do you mean Snoop Dogg
or Snoopy, the dog?

Either way, I'm insulted.

Too insulted

to find out
what killed your rats?

Okay, that is so not fair.

High levels of diacetylmorphine
in the rats' blood.

Heroin.
The rats O.D.'d.

I've heard of cases
where smugglers

soak clothes in liquid heroin.

Both rats
had grayish blue fibers

in their stomachs.

They ate the blankets
in the container.

How much do you want to bet

this thing
is soaked in liquid heroin?

Nothing.
I don't bet if I can't win.

But why didn't the drug dog
hit on the scent?

Because the scent of any animal
would throw the dogs off.

So fill the container
with rats.

Smart.

I bet Chris Dunbar
thought he'd figured out

how to smuggle heroin
into the country.

- I want my lawyer.
- Better be a good one.

We just found $2 million
worth of heroin in your container.

- You don't understand.
- So explain.

Start with your father's murder

and finish when you get to the
part about the dead junkie.

I get a phone call.

I want to talk to my lawyer.

Be my guest.

Jane!

Ian is a spy.

What did you do, ma?

I found passports
from different countries

all with his photo
and all with different names.

You shouldn't
have done this, ma.

What is that smell?

It's my foot solution.

Ugh!

It's like a skunk made love
to a farting dog.

Hey, I'm fighting
a war down here.

What is the smell?

Combat under his desk.

Did you poke around
in Chris Dunbar's finances?

Yeah.

Just found a transaction he completed
this morning that makes no sense.

Looks like he took out a line
of credit on his business

- so he could withdraw 2 million bucks.
- Right before we arrested him?

- Yeah.
- Wait. It does make sense.

Heroin we impounded
is worth about $2 million.

Yeah. And if Chris doesn't
deliver the drugs,

he's got to deliver the cash.

Who's his lawyer?
He called him from downstairs.

I'll check the phone records.

Hey.

Can you have your Interpol
contact run these names?

Sure.

Ian Smith.
Ian Walters. Ian Franklin.

Mm. Same guy. I think
he's Australian national.

You think there's an
Australian connection here?

You're not gonna believe this.

Chris didn't call a lawyer.

Who'd he call?

He dialed his own cell.

Well, we better find
who has that phone.

Come on.
We'll take Maura's car.

What's wrong with yours?

It's a cop car.

You're right.

Prius is a great
undercover vehicle.

E.V. mode.

Mm. So quiet I can hear your
toenails crying back there.

Roomy, too.

Well, don't take off
your shoes.

Okay, GPS tracking
shows the phone

is moving down that alley.

It's coming right at us.

My interpol contact
has something for you.

Your Australian is wanted
for questioning.

What?

Hello, Uncle Arthur.

Looks like he's headed
right back to the nail salon.

Take the back.
We'll get the front.

Give me the money!

I don't like this.

Drop the gun!
Now!

Put it down!
Put it down!

Clear!

Frost, get an ambulance.

Victor 810.
I need EMS down here.

It's all right.
It's all right.

Okay, okay. The paramedics
are on their way.

He has Emma and Aidan.

- Chris' wife and son?
- Yes.

- Who has them? Who?
- I don't know.

He killed my brother.

- He wants the money.
- Where are they? Where are they?

She's the only one that knew.

Lee had a business partner.
Ted.

I don't know who Ted is.

All right.
Please, you have to help me.

We cannot find
your wife and child

if you're just gonna sit here

and keep lying to us, Chris.

All right. Wait.

Wait.

How long have
you and your father

been moving heroin
in those containers?

He had nothing to do with it.

All right, it was all me.

Right, and
it was just this one time.

And Lee was your connection?

Yeah.

My father introduced me
to all of his clients.

And Lee, she said
that she had a way

for me to make some easy money.

By smuggling dope.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, as you can see, a real easy way

to make a couple million bucks.

It would have worked, too,

except my father,
he was so precise.

He noticed on the manifest

that the container from China
was off by 50 pounds.

Because you put 50 pounds of
heroin-soaked blankets inside.

We found some residue
from the nail salon

on your father's clothing.

He went to see Lee

the day he was shot, didn't he?

Yeah.
I told him not to go.

But he said
that there was no way

that he was gonna accept
delivery of her container.

Well, got him killed.

Maybe you should have
talked to us.

Oh, come on.
I couldn't talk to you.

The guy who shot my dad,
he said I was next

if I didn't get him
the container.

And what did he look like?

I didn't see his face.

I'm telling you the truth!

Did you tell
your Uncle the truth, too?

You nearly got him killed.

He was just trying to help.

All right, I called him
when my family was taken.

All right, I didn't know
what else to do.

Arthur said
that he would do it.

All right, he said that
he would bring Lee the money.

And you let him.

Please, you have to find
my family, right?

They didn't do
anything wrong.

It's Maura.
She says she's got something.

Lee had a poultry mite
infestation on both arms.

Clearly it's a few months old.

How?
She worked in a nail salon.

What, she get it
from a customer?

No. She could only contract it
if she worked around poultry.

- Like a slaughterhouse or a packing plant?
- Maybe there's a slaughterhouse

or a packing plant
next to the nail salon.

Check it, Frost.

Well, she'd need a place
to process the heroin.

Yeah. She'd need
a chemical bath,

a heating source,
drying tables.

Got something.

Only one slaughterhouse
in the Boston area.

Right near the nail salon.

Health department shut it down
six months ago.

Utilities are still on.

Good place
to dry out your heroin

and hide people.

Speaking of hiding,

Ian is wanted for questioning
by interpol for stealing drugs.

You've been investigating me?

Jane.

I'm coming.

Where are they?!

Go to hell.

Let's do it again.
Where are they?!

I'm gonna count to three.

One.

Two.

You don't have the guts.

You don't know her at all.

Three!

In the freezer in the back!

You okay?
They're in the freezer.

Not enough of a profit margin

on hand oils and candles,
huh, Ted?

Emma...

Aidan.

Hey. It's okay.
It's okay.

It's over.

Mommy.
It's okay.

Where's dad?

Hi.
Hi.

You okay?

Where's Ian?

He's gone.

I harbored a fugitive.

So go ahead and arrest me.

I'm sorry.

Because you won't be able
to arrest him?

Man, you got it bad.

You know when people talk
about the loves of their lives?

That's Ian.

You never, ever
mentioned him.

'Cause I try to forget him.

I'm sorry, Maura.

I shouldn't have done
what I did.

It's none of my business.

I just... I can't...

I can't talk about him.

I can't.
With anybody.

Because it makes me so sad.

I mean, how can you...
How can you love someone

and not be able to be
with them?

Well, why can't you
be with him?

Because he went back to Africa.

Well, you could go to Africa.

You know, his crime
is risking his life

to bring drugs
and basic supplies

to places that nobody
cares about.

And I helped him,
so go ahead and arrest me.

The first person
I'm gonna arrest is my mother.

What, really?
"High ball glasses"?

When is the last time
you had a high ball?

Come on.

She rearranged my closet, too.

No.
Not the closet.

She threw away my shoe boxes.

Well, now, that a crime.

I'm sorry.

You want me to take you
to the airport?

No.

No.

You want me to sit with you
till you feel better?

Yeah.

But first can you arrest
your mother?

Okay.

Thank you.

It will be okay.

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