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Thanks, Bill. Now let's take a look at traffic around the Boston area today.

It's a light day because of the holiday.

And even if you're heading to Logan Airport, the traffic is flowing even

through the Williams Tunnel. If you're lucky enough to have a day off, it is

one gorgeous day in Boston.

It's complicated.

Crush it.

Easy out here.

Okay, homicide.

Wait for yours. Wait for the one you like. Come on, Jane!

Ready, Janie?

Call me Janie. Okay, Jane.

He can call you whatever he wants.

You're a traitor.

And you're a choker.

I'm handling your cheap cologne, all right? Come on, Grant.

You've been working drugs too long.

Oh, good cut, good cut. My grandma could have hit that ball.

Your grandma has balls.

Stroke up!

How long you been playing?

Me? Yeah.

Never played. Love the uniform.

Water resistant.

One layer skin made with dynamite. It's light and comfortable, actually, due to

intrinsic cooling properties.

It fits nice, too.

Get a hit.

I'll buy you dinner.

You're on.

Laura, let me know.

Laura.

Screw it.

I'll give you a fast one.

Right down the middle.

No ID.

She dead before she was tossed?

You'd be guessing.

I won't tell.

Ballpark? Two hours?

Ballpark? I guess I do owe you dinner.

I love modern Provencal. Oh my God, you're flirting over a dead body.

When else am I going to do it? Cafe Couture is here.

Seven o'clock?

I'll call it in.

Okay. Your drugs, we're homicide, we got it.

Okay. It's a day off. I was just trying to help.

Thank you.

See ya.

Perfect enamel layer. No deterioration of abutting gingiva.

English.

She's a flosser.

No witnesses.

Not that many cars use this overpass. But Frankie found this.

1960s Chrysler 300F.

Wedge engine.

It's distinctive and pleasing.

Yeah, it's from the suspect's car.

You're never going to make homicide. You keep jumping to conclusions like that,

all right? You don't know where this came from.

Get me everything you can, all right?

He looks up to you.

You're an only child. Get yourself a brother and we'll talk.

Hey, come by your radio.

Thanks a lot.

I mean, yes, all right. I would like to help him make homicide detective. He's

just... He's not ready. You were deceptively complex. I do not understand

you.

Well, you would if I was a dead body.

Do you think so?

Victor 825.

I got a full notification. I got one Ocean Franks down here at Revere Park.

You think it was deliberate?

Well, somebody knew we were here.

I say they want to play ball.

I was like, you okay?

Hey, it's your sergeant's exam. It's great.

Save it.

Pass me over again.

It's juice.

I don't got juice.

No, it's political, all right? How do you think I feel? They didn't even let

women in this unit till 1988.

More people to get promoted ahead of me. Great.

Drug unit has more space.

Lieutenant's office is through there.

Empty since Ray was promoted.

You lost, Joey?

Can I talk to you for a second, Detective Rizzoli?

Yeah, why not?

What do you want?

Okay, look, I know you got a problem with me. The habitual difficulty in

prayer is A, distraction, B, lack of grace, C, selfishness, or D, dryness.

Dryness? No, you still don't know.

You cheated off my catechism test.

We were eight years old, and no, I didn't. Yes, you did.

And I know it was you who put a mallard duck in my locker in seventh grade.

You don't like old duck?

It crept all over my mouth, Homer. No, not so much.

You and I are going to have to figure out some way to get along.

Why? Because I'm your new lieutenant.

Commissioner gave me homicide command.

Right. Because you got Jews.

I might have kissed a little brass on the way up.

But I also made hundreds of cases.

Corsac's made thousands. He didn't get promoted.

Corsac is sitting at that desk for a reason.

Same reason you'll be sitting there in 20 years.

You don't know how to get along.

Me, I'll barely have time for a cup of coffee before I'm out of that office and

moving on.

Good.

You know, you're exactly the same.

And I'm going to need everything you got on that strangling victim.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant, sir.

Strike one, Rizzoli.

Yeah, two left.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am a new lieutenant.

I just want to say I'm very excited to be working with all of you.

I keep an open-door policy. Let's make this a tight-knit team. Oh, and there'll

be no more parking in front of the building. Come on. It's a security

issue.

Four-inch curvilinear contusion.

See the patterned abrasions? Mm-hmm, from the cherry cloth.

He didn't use his hand, so she was clutching at the ligature and fighting

for her life. It takes 20 to 30 seconds to render someone unconscious.

One, post-mortem trauma.

Two, post-mortem trauma. I got it. Strangling sucks.

Depends who you're choking.

Can you believe that?

I get kicked to the curb, Grant gets a brass ring.

He's a legend in the drug unit. Perhaps he's a little nicer off the mound?

Oh, yeah, he's fantastic.

I want to kill myself.

What's the best way?

Uh, Atlanta occipital disarticulation is very fast.

No idea what that is. What else you got?

I miss anything?

We're just about to start the Y incision.

Oh, goody.

Goin' never bothered me.

My first autopsy was a burn victim. Them hands curled up like this.

Guys thought I'd turn into a little girl.

Grabbed the fingers, lookin' for some skin to rehydrate and get a print.

Snapped off, like pretzels.

Knock it off, Corsair. Come on.

Sink.

You hungry, Frost?

Huh? You gonna grab a tomato soup?

Do you want to know what I'm thinking?

It's so weird, I do.

I'm thinking I know why you're making such a big deal out of the fact that

Grant's your new boss.

I don't want to know what you're thinking. You two like each other. No.

Do you know what that ass used to call me?

Frog face.

It's not funny, Mara. No.

It's not funny.

I'm not a frog face.

No.

You know, I have an hour to finish this before dinner with my hot new guy. Oh,

my God. It's New Yorkie night. Listen, um, I'll call you later, okay?

Ah!

I can't.

Hey. Hey.

Who invited you?

Nice to see you, too.

Hi, Daddy. Hi.

Hello,

Joe Friday. I know.

Come on, swing.

Don't let that dog lick you. It's unsanitary.

So here you got a picture to toss into your game.

Yeah, Frankie told you about the struggling victim. Okay, that's nothing

to talk.

We're not eating, Ma.

By the way, you're the one who wanted to learn how to make Grandma's gnocchi.

Okay, okay, I'm coming.

Oh, come on, Ma, you didn't put the potato peels in the garbage disposal.

Come on.

Well, if you were home a little more, I would have known not to do it. Oh, come

on, tag him. Come on, Dad, can we get a little help, please?

Yeah, what's the problem? You're always working. That's the problem.

Come on, leave her alone.

Jamie, where are the tools?

In the hall closet.

Frankie, give me a hand over here, all right? Okay. Daddy

needs help.

Dad, what do you need?

What'd you say?

Nothing. Everything's okay.

He needs Frankie Jr. to take over the business.

I mean...

Frankie belongs at Rizzoli and Sons, not out on the streets.

He's not a homeless person. He's a cop, Ma.

Just point out to him all the things you've missed, okay?

He listens to you.

The things I... What have I missed? A clog sink?

No. Like children who love you, a husband who adores you. Debbie!

Why'd you do this?

Okay, did I know that you couldn't put the potatoes in the sink? Just fix it.

You know how to do that.

Well, next time, think.

Okay, I'll do that. I'll think.

Frankie needs a wife. Why? He has you.

No! No, you're not!

Rizzoli.

Yeah.

All right, I'll be right there.

Did you catch another homicide?

None of your business.

Fix my sink.

Okay, princess.

You tucked her in.

When's the last time we had two stranglings in one day?

We'll cheer up. Maybe tomorrow will be stabbing day.

I don't like this. It's the same M.O. as a softball girl.

Sophie Clark, 22.

What are you doing here?

I'm working. It's my sector.

Since when?

Since I asked for a new sector.

I want to learn from the best.

So where is Corsair?

It's funny.

That's great. You like that? Yeah.

Oh, you're welcome.

Rizzoli.

Okay, thanks.

We got an ID on the first victim.

Mary Sullivan, Sophie Clark.

That's weird.

Uh, run it again. Check the cold case database.

Why? Just do it.

Oh, well, Sophie Clark.

Was a victim of the Boston Strangler in 1962.

He got Mary Sullivan in 64.

Yeah, we got him in 67.

Albert DeSalvo. He confessed to all 13 of the murders. He died in prison in...

73. Stabbed by an inmate.

Rizzoli, think.

We got two new Stranglins.

Same names.

It's a bizarre coincidence.

Are we gonna copycat?

No. Some veteran cops never believed DeSalvo was the Boston Strangler. Yeah,

lots of cops do.

So why is it a cold case?

An open homicide investigation, Jane.

Never solved.

Come on, what are you telling me? That the Boston Strangler is back?

That was 10 when it started.

City went bonkers. Panic like you've never seen.

Yeah, probably because women were being strangled in their own apartments from

62 to 64, and the Boston cops couldn't catch them. People don't like that.

My mom still talks about it.

People were furious with the cops.

Bosses would have done anything to get the public off their backs. It was like

Jack the Ripper found Boston.

You're forgetting one thing. DeSalvo confessed.

Because he loved the attention.

Told you, banana head.

All right, then how do you know the details?

You know the apartment layouts, the way the bodies were strangled? Read his

interviews. He was a serial rapist, in and out of the clink.

Shared a cell with the real Stranglers, what's something?

Of course, I guess it's been 40 years. Even if the real Strangler has been

behind bars and he just got paroled, he'd be in his 60s.

Hey, Mick Jagger's in his 60s. Oh, well, that's our first South Park.

I was a little disappointed when I moved to Boston and found out that Paul Revere

didn't actually do the midnight ride. Oh, yeah, yeah. I know what you mean.

I mean, I understand Longfellow couldn't write Listen, My Children, and You Shall

Hear the Midnight Ride of William Dawes.

Still.

Is there anything that you don't know?

Of course.

I read an article about the initial plasma state that followed the Big Bang,

and the universe was at its highest level of entropy, which was fascinating,

and you don't really get it.

I like science.

No apologies.

I like you.

Oh, your skin is a little rough.

Oh, I'm sorry. I shaved.

Wow.

Abnormal joint flexibility. I would be happy to show you that later.

Do you have flat feet?

That's really second-date material, but... Yeah.

Oh.

Shoot.

Nearsighted?

Yeah.

Why?

Marfan syndrome.

Yeah. Explains the dolicustinomelia.

Excuse me, the doli-what?

Dolicustinomelia. Sorry, elongated limbs.

You're suffering from a genetic disorder of a connected tissue. It's called

Marfan syndrome.

If this is your idea of foreplay, it's not working. No, the heart damage is the

biggest issue, but life expectancy has increased considerably.

Nate, wait.

Nate, where are you going?

Call my doctor.

Good night.

I didn't believe it either, but then I went through the evidence, all right?

The strangler had a signature way of tying the ligatures into a bow.

I know, but that's all public record.

No, no, no. Not this detail. That was never released.

So what are you telling me?

You're telling me that more than 40 years after the Boston Strangler stopped

killing, the guy's back?

Maybe, yeah.

How is that possible, detective?

He's dead. No, no.

DeSalvo, the guy who confessed, is dead. What if this whole time the real Boston

Strangler has been behind bars and now he's out?

Track the timeline. Look, okay. The killing stopped after DeSalvo was locked

up, right?

They start up again two days ago.

No.

It's a different guy.

It's the same M.O. He goes after women who live alone.

There's no sign of forced entry, so he either knows them or he talks his way

in. I mean, come on. He's picking victims with the same names as the

Boston Strangler?

I mean, this guy's practically yelling, I'm back. We've got to find these women.

No, we don't.

Okay? It's not going to happen.

Two words that I do not want to hear together again.

Boston and Strangler.

That case nearly buried this city.

So, ignore the...

obvious links. I am telling you that these new murders have nothing to do

with the Boston Strangler.

You want to work here?

Solve them.

You know, I remember you when you cared more about the people than the politics.

What'd you bring me down here for? We're going to crack this case. In the

basement?

You know what's up there?

Yes, that is where I take my naps.

All the old files of the Boston Strangler case.

I thought those were locked away in a vault somewhere.

Even better.

They misfiled the evidence on purpose.

Hey, hold the light. I'll get a ladder. We'll get them down.

Hey, listen to this.

DeSalvo wrote a poem.

People everywhere are still in doubt.

Is the Strangler in prison or roaming about?

O'Malley.

Worked with him.

Died of a heart attack at 40.

Fitzgerald. Great cop.

Shot his wife, then himself.

This case killed a lot of good men. Good careers.

Gee, I can't wait to dive in.

Lady, I forgot about him.

I know where to find him. Come on, he's a great guy.

Wait, I want more to look at some of this.

Well, you're going to have to smuggle it out then. You don't need this. Give me

this.

Kenny? Vince Corsack.

Corsack.

You haven't aged very good. Oh, you look the same.

Mind if we join you? This is Detective Rizzoli.

Hello. Detective!

I heard they was putting girls on a job.

Yeah, they even let us drive our own cars. Oh!

I'm familiar with the great work you did on the Strangler case.

I'm Orson Strangler.

They just ruined my life.

Lost me my wife and kid.

They threw me out of homicide.

Detective, what if you were right?

What if Albert DeSalvo really wasn't the Boston Strangler like you were trying to

tell everybody?

It doesn't make much difference what I thought. But you thought they had the

wrong guy.

They did.

And if he's alive, he's still out there.

Detective, wait.

Look. You were once a good cop. I'm a good cop, even though I'm a girl. If you

think of anything, please give us a call.

Good to see you, man.

Find anything?

Oh.

Very sophisticated killer.

No forensic evidence so far on either victim.

Uh-oh. Uh-oh. Sink.

Sink, sink, sink.

Corsac's calling me BBK.

Barf bag kid.

Crows leaving plastic puke everywhere.

You're not the first detective to be sickened by death.

You just have to find your morgue legs.

I read a study that said people can conquer this kind of thing with repeated

exposure.

Like... When you're afraid of dogs or flying.

Oh, immersion therapy.

Very effective.

It worked for me.

What were you afraid of?

People.

Live ones.

She'll never judge me, tease me.

And I can help her.

I can speak for the dead.

Come here.

Now we're just going to open her up.

We're going to take a little look inside.

Okay, now breathe deep.

Actually, don't inhale.

Whoa, look at you.

Hey, Jane.

Thank you.

I'll be upstairs.

No, no, no. I don't want to interrupt.

No, it's okay. I don't want to get in your guys' way.

What?

You'd want to know if you had Marfan syndrome, wouldn't you?

You did it again?

Wow.

Ooh.

Cobalta blue slingback.

All right.

Come here.

Take a few cuts off of this. It'll make you feel better.

Okay.

All right? Yes. Okay. Let's see it. All right.

This is an optimum batting stance.

Really? Who says? Pee Wee Herman? It's classic rigid body collision theory, not

Pee Wee Herman. No, fine, fine, fine.

What? You're ruining a national pastime. Don't take my bat. Let go. Look what I

brought you presents from the evidence warehouse.

Light presents.

What do we have here?

What? Oh, darn it.

What?

I thought it was an original Mary Quant.

I thought you found something useful.

Well, miniskirts freed women.

They were practical and liberating. Can you get DNA off of it?

No. No. It's been handled by hundreds of people and it wasn't stored properly.

Well, we better come up with something or there are going to be a lot more

women with bows tied around their necks.

This is Helen Blake.

Okay. All right.

And then after that... You said I wouldn't make a good detective.

That's not what I said.

All right, look, we've got 294 women with the same last names as the other 11

victims. And we've got to find a way to let them know.

Open it up.

I took a bunch of photos at the softball field, and it's your second fixed

apartment. And you're always saying that the killer might try to sightsee in a

crowd of ghouls, so... Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Nice. All right. Thanks.

Aren't you going to look at them?

Can't right now.

There's a strangler on the loose.

Rizzoli.

Hey, Frankie.

Hey, Luke.

Hey, come find me later. I need to talk.

Sure.

Thanks. Really nice first day. I got the mayor, the commissioner, every news

agency. Hell, I even got my own mother crawling up my ass. I'm not your leak.

Can't take the heat. Go back to the drug unit.

Strike two, Rizzoli.

I am working the case.

Really? Let's see.

Oh, I get it. You're going to call every Mary Sullivan in the state of

Massachusetts and tell her the Boston Strangler's looking for us? Uh-uh. I am

setting up a task force. From now on, everything in this case runs through me.

And I want updates from you every ten minutes.

Hey, they're towing your car, Rizzoli.

What?

Told you not to park out front.

Did you tell my dog?

Only reason I didn't was because of this guy.

Thanks, Big Mo. I owe you one. Hey, it's good seeing you again. Long time, right?

Yeah. Next time, I'm taking that Rizzoli.

I'm doing it.

Thank you.

Best detectives gotta stick together, because the bosses are all idiots,

right?

Yes, they are.

What are you doing here?

I, uh, I asked around.

I've already read about the Stranglings, and, uh, well...

The word is that you're a good cop.

I thought maybe you could use this.

This is your personal file.

Yeah, can you believe I kept it all these years?

It's always eaten of me, too.

You know, we all have that one case, you know, you never really close.

Well, this one is mine.

Well, thank you for trusting me with it.

Sure. Look, it ain't easy for an old fart like me to see a woman doing this

job.

You are a good cop.

How'd you know?

I spent 30 years working with a lot of bad ones.

Albie, uh, you married?

No.

That's too bad.

Uh, no. It's my choice.

Why is that?

Because any man I could love wouldn't want me doing this job.

And I love this job.

This job can break your heart, too.

Good luck, detective.

Detective suspended.

Mugshot. Who's this?

See a name?

Yeah, Redmond Jones.

Armed robbery, rape, man two, guy's a dirtbag.

He's been locked up since 1967.

Stabbed a guard, got 40 more years. And he was paroled last week.

Two days before our first victim was strangled.

I'm gonna tell Leahy.

Redmond Jones.

Career criminal.

Aggravated assault, rape, arson, you name it.

Born bad.

It's Boston Police, ma'am.

They always come home to their mother.

You worthless, fat-ass piece of crap cop.

I remember you.

It's Redmond's mommy.

Where's your son, ma'am?

Would a skinny, greaseball, dyke detective be looking for my son?

Ma'am. Holy mother and all the saints. They're sending us one of those

affirmative action cops.

What island are you from, honey? Does he speak English?

Hey, you guys are doing great. I think I'll check around back before I strangle

the old bitch.

You go.

That's right.

Where was Reverend yesterday?

At home, having tea and conversating with his mother.

Okay,

okay, calm down. Are you okay, buddy?

Hey, come on, man.

Hey, come on.

The old pig started it 45 years ago. I'll finish it to you.

You looking to get arrested? Arrest him. He's the Boston Strangler.

If they'd have done it when I told them to, all us girls would still be alive.

Maybe it's you doing all the killing, you whiskey-faced mick. I'm the Boston

friggin' Strangler.

I strangled old girls while I was hooked up to a dialysis machine. I hope you die

nice and slow, you fat fatty leprechaun.

Hit me again, I could use a million bucks. Go to the car.

Go to the car.

Hey, you can't go in there without a warrant.

Sure I can. It's in plain view. Now back off.

That's awesome.

Isn't that the hubcap, the freak you found?

Hey, nice car. Where is it?

Stolen. The day I got out.

You report it?

Oh, yeah, sure I did. Hello, pig. Maybe you didn't report it because you stole

it yourself.

That's right.

Kept it perfect for 40 years. Dumped it in the marina to see if it could swim.

I'll put an APB out on the car. Yeah, you do that. You find it. I want it

back, you whop pig. Nice family.

Check Kenny's alibi.

He's on Kenny dialysis four days a week. Confirmed he was there during his

stranglance. All right. What are you looking at Kenny for? You an internal

affairs rat or something? Oh!

Hey, easy. Why would you make sure a cop has an alibi?

Come on, Vince. We're just tying up some loose ends, all right? Gotta make sure

some jackass named Lieutenant Grant doesn't accuse me of doing shoddy police

work. Who is this, and why is he at all of our crime scenes?

I'll run his face through facial recognition.

Close. Yeah.

Ah, we have a winner, folks.

Let's check on the web for this guy. Well, that's the first problem. His mom

named him Sandy.

Put this on the wall.

Nice website.

Really?

You can't bowl or collect ships in a bottle? You gotta do this for a hobby?

Every detail of the new strangling victims is on this guy's blog.

Boston Police, open up!

Oh, we got a live one.

I'm curious as to why you were at our crime scenes.

You like strangling, Sandy.

My name's Dr.

K, yo.

Me and Dr. Kevorkian are death enthusiasts.

Ain't nothing illegal about that.

Interference with a police officer during performance of duty is.

Hey, if I confess, can I look at the bodies you got in the morgue?

Rizzoli. We got a third victim.

Liver temp indicates she died within the last hour.

So it's not our death enthusiast. Well, at least he's not blogging. Thanks for

pointing out the bright side.

Researchers at the University of Pittsburgh have proven that optimistic

people live longer.

So she was a pessimist?

Joanne Graff, 29.

A Joanne Graf was strangled in 1962 by the Boston Strangler.

Laura?

What do you see?

A reddish-brown stain.

In other words, blood?

No, a reddish-brown stain. The crime lab will determine what it is.

No signs of lacerations or abrasions in the victim. So it's not hers.

Which means we might have gotten lucky and the killer was bleeding.

Or smearing reddish brown stuff.

Real lucky.

Red's car's been located.

Going into evidence now.

See? You just gotta remain optimistic.

You can't park there, Rizzoli. Move that to an evidence bank. I can't. They're

all full.

Oh, really?

You're just going to keep your car parked right there, huh? Yeah, me and

the Batmobile. We're going to stay right here.

Not now, Maura. I'm in a bad mood.

What?

Maura, what's up?

Great news. We got a hit on the blood you found.

Who does it belong to?

Redmond Jones.

Guys, I think we just found the Boston Strangler.

We should let Lieutenant Grant know.

Let's bring this sucker home.

Rizzoli! Hey, task force will take it from here.

You can't do that. That's my case.

I want to be a part of the task force.

Come along if you like.

Yeah, come along.

It'll be fun.

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh. He asked me, Janie. You spewing orange, huh, Frankie?

You get some juice?

It's the best way to make a detective.

Grant put me on a task force. What do you want me to do?

Say no?

Yeah, Frankie.

Mom?

Dad?

Hi, Daddy.

Jane, are you okay?

Yeah. You sure? Yeah, yeah, hi.

What are you doing here? What do you mean, what am I doing here? Frankie said

they towed your car away and you needed a lift.

Hey, he's gonna make his first big arrest, you know. Yeah, no, that's

great. I know.

Listen, Daddy, how come you never asked me to be a part of Resilience Us?

Well, now you want to be a plumber. No, no, I just, I don't understand why all

of a sudden you want Frankie to take over the family business.

Frankie Jr.? You two kids were never interested in the business.

You all right? Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.

All right, I'll see you at home. Okay.

I heard. I'm sorry.

You should have seen it.

Grant has tasked for us.

Everybody's celebrating.

It's a joke.

We get one body dropped in our laps.

We have two stranglings in one day. We have no forensic evidence. And then,

bam, we find blood.

Laura says forensic evidence.

It doesn't waver. It doesn't lie. It doesn't change its mind.

Hey, Frost.

Did Redmond Jones have any blood work done recently? Any doctor visits?

No. None that I could find.

I'm going to check something.

He's sharing a cell, this guy Redmond Jones.

Well, Redmond Jones tells him the whole story, all these girls that he

strangled. DeSalvo's such a nutcake.

He begins telling people it's him, Boston Strangler.

Excuse me, Detective Leahy.

Oh, you're Dr. Riles. I am. It's nice to meet you. Do

you have a minute?

Why, what's up, Doc?

Go to the one on Boylston Street, across from the Common.

There's a dialysis center there.

Yesterday, 2 o'clock. I checked the clinic's records.

Showed Kenny's photo around.

The alibi's solid. I can't explain it. It's a gut thing.

Understood.

Freeze. Blow that up.

There he is, going in.

Shuttle forward.

Stop.

Blow that up.

Five minutes later.

How long does dialysis take?

Couple hours.

That was a good alibi.

How many dialysis appointments have you missed?

None. Every other day I'm in dialysis for hours.

I don't think that's possible.

You're exhibiting signs of renal failure.

I'm going to go call your doctor.

Hey, Doc.

What are you doing?

Can't stop talking, can you?

Do you know why you did it, Detective? Yeah, I was in a bad mood, okay?

You have an obsession disorder.

You identified with the aggressor, the Boston Strangler, and you became him.

Shut up. I can get help. Shut up!

The real killer is Redmond Jones. You understand me?

Redmond Jones is the Boston Strangler. He's getting what he should have gotten

40 years ago. I made sure of that. By murdering three more women and framing

him.

Tomorrow, check it out.

Can you run this blood?

Hey, you are a good cop.

For a girl.

All right, take the gun, put it down. Kick it over there. Don't do it, Jake.

Shut the hell up.

Put the gun down.

Put it down, slow.

All right, now kick it over there.

You planted Redmond Jones's blood, didn't you?

I still got some.

Home run.

It was just a base hit.

You okay?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, did you ever talk to Marfan Man?

Mm-hmm.

He called to thank me.

He found a specialist.

An international expert, actually.

Really? Are you going to see him again?

They don't date patients.

You don't want to go out with him because he's got some weird-ass disease.

His limbs are a little spidery, but that's not the only reason. Come on.

You've got to stop that. You've got to stop diagnosing people.

Can we just talk about your love life?

Okay.

I date two kinds.

The kind that hates that I'm a cop and the kind that wants me to use the

handcuffs.

Okay, watch this. Ready?

Three, two, one.

Shoo-boo!

See ya.

He's fast.

Hi. I like handcuffs. All right.

See ya.

So, who do you think the original Boston Strangler was? I don't think we'll ever

know.

Oh, yay.

Good job, Rizzoli.

Yeah, uh, while Kenny was trying to kill Dr. Riles over here, I was looking for

you, so you could have that arrest, too.

Yeah.

I owe you a massive apology.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, I can tell from the nasty face you're making.

Oh, that's not because of you, Jane. He has bolus lesions.

Have what?

Busters.

How did you know that?

You were limping.

Right. I was limping. Can I sit down?

No.

You have to wear these big boy shoes in the drug unit.

You're not going to take those off in here.

No, I'm not.

I can take a look at your bolus lesions if you're drunk. Laura, come on.

I'm just saying.

Thank you.

Anyway, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry we got off to such a bad start in

our first case.

And I wasn't cheating off you on our catechism test.

I saw you looking at it.

You saw me looking, but I wasn't looking at your paper.

See you soon.

Shut up.