All language subtitles for Rizzoli & Isles - 02x07 - Bloodlines

[ Bird caws ]

Woman: [ Distorted voice ]
Kill her.

Man: [ Distorted voice ]
Kill her.

[ Indistinct whispering ]

[ Muffled screaming ]

Kill her.
She's done.

[ Match strikes ]

You're wicked.

[ Muffled screaming ]

Burn her.
Burn her.

[ Screaming ]

Okay.

Egg whites for you, doc,
and house special for you, hon.

Thanks... Hon.

At...

Okay.
You know what?

At work, make normal pancakes.

I'd love bunny pancakes.

Do not encourage her.

So we're clear,
No zoo-animal shapes at work.

Rabbits are not zoo animals.

Well, except for
the Washington pygmy,

which is being bred
in captivity.

Talk about breeding...

I could make bunny pancakes
for grandchildren.

Mom.

[ Utensil clatters ]
Uh-oh.

You know what that means.

Drop a fork,
expect a female visitor.

Are you still menstruating,
Mrs. Rizzoli?

Wha- Maura!
God. No.

Other kind of visitor-
The person kind.

She's very superstitious,
my mother.

She believes in all that stuff
about cats and umbrellas

and ladders.

Had me convinced
I was gonna paralyze her

if I stepped on a crack.
[ Chuckles ]

Step on a crack,
break your mother's back.

[ Laughs ]
You believed that?

I was 5.

Don't you have other customers?

Oh, my God.
What is she doing here?

Who's that?

Frankie's ex.

Oh. Looks like
your mother likes her.

Uh, no.

That would be
her "I can't stand you" hug.

But she way too polite

to call her the word
that rhymes with "witch."

- "Bitch"? Shh!
Angela: - Jane?

Look who I found!

Theresa, how, uh,
how you doing?

Jane.

- Wow!
- Yeah.

Long time.

What are you doing here at...

- Boston police headquarters?
- Just moved back to town.

And you just thought you'd
pop by the police department?

Job application.

Ah.
You're being fingerprinted?

It's mandatory
for everyone applying.

Sure. Sure.

Especially for people who have
other people co-sign a car loan

and then default on that loan.

Good seeing you, too, Jane.

See you around.

Maura: Wow.

You just gave her
your "I can't stand you" hug.

Sheesh.
Uncomfortable.

You want uncomfortable?

Try paying off
Theresa's car loan

while she skips town
and leaves you holding the bag.

Well, perhaps you should've
had her fingerprinted first.

No. Not me.

Frankie.
It's the love of his life.

She's very symmetrical.

Excuse me?

Well, studies have shown

that women who have
symmetrical facial features

are the most attractive to men.

You're not helping.
[ Cellphone rings ]

Rizzoli.

Okay.
I'll be right there.

Yummy.

Theresa's back to get her
manipulative claws in Frankie.

Maybe she came by to pay back
the car loan.

People change.

Oh, yeah.
That's it.

Maybe she added seven years
of interest.

[ Chuckles ]
What have we got?

Fire investigators think it was
set in the middle of the night.

- Did you find an I.D.?
Frost: - No.

He can't even...
[ Clears throat ]

He can't even tell
if it's male or female.

- Why don't you get a closer look there?
- Mnh-mnh.

- Huh? [ Laughs ]
- Mnh-mnh!

Hmm.

It's interesting.

Might have to do a full autopsy
before I can tell the gender.

I don't know.
This is definitely male.

Oh, no.

The less-pronounced supraorbital
ridges indicate female.

Yes! Okay.

So our victim's
definitely female.

[ Exhales sharply ]
That is not fair.

So an accelerant was used.

Not gasoline.
Lighter fluid, maybe?

Variation on pugilistic pose

indicates that her wrists
and her ankles were bound.

I think she died right here.
There's no sign of drag marks.

Think she was alive
when she was set on fire?

I know, I know.
You need time and endless tests.

One thing's for sure...

We're not gonna get
any fingerprints.

Hmm.

[ Bird cawing ]

Pine scent.

It's right where a jacket pocket
would be.

Think she was wearing
air freshener?

No.
I think it might be Amber.

What's the shiny thing?

Hmm.

Fixed-bearing prosthesis.

It's a titanium joint.

It's a knee replacement.

We don't need fingerprints.
We got a serial number.

Rizzoli & Isles - s02e07
Bloodlines

Original Air Date:
August 22, 2011

sync by gatto, corrections by dcdah
for www.addic7ed.com

Thanks.

Manufacturer shipped
the knee joint

to a Boston orthopedic group.

They're checking
patient records.

Should have a name any second.

- Hey.
- Hey.

We're I.D.'ing our victim
by her knee replacement.

Cool.

Huh.

So, how's everything?

Good.

Anything... new today?

Nope.
Not a thing.

Was she here to see you?

- Who?
- You know who.

You guys want some privacy?
I can...

What, you mean because my sister
is butting into my business?

I knew it.
You were meeting with Theresa

if you guys are gonna fight
right now...

She was here getting
fingerprinted for a job.

And it's none of your business.

Did she pay you back
for that Camry?

Also not your business.

You bought a car for a chick?

- Mm-hmm.
- Dumb, bro.

Excuse me, bro.

We had to scrape him
off the ceiling

every time hurricane Theresa
blew into his life.

Oh, you want to go there.
Fine.

Let's talk about Steve Sanner.

- Who's Steve Sanner?
- No one.

[ Laughing ]
Oh, she was nuts about him.

She started wearing dresses.

You should've heard her
on the phone.

"Hi. Steve?

I'm, like, good.
You?"

[ Giggles ]

[ Laughs ]
[ Computer beeps ]

Oop. Hello.

Implant belonged
to Helen Downey, 43.

She's got a license but no car.

She lived in Hyde Park.

That's close
to where we found her.

Let's go check it out.

"Bro."

Car?

[ Groans ]

You need to put your shoulder
into it.

Please.
Show me.

That's a new guy's job.

I've been the new guy
for two years.

I will tell you when you're not
the new guy anymore.

There's no sign of struggle,
so Helen wasn't taken by force.

What is that smell?

Kitty litter box.
Needs changing.

[ High-pitched voice ]
Kitty!

Kitty! Kitty! Kitty!
Kitty! Kitty!

Kitty!

[ Cat meowing ]
Ooh.

Pretty little kitty-kitty.

[ Chuckles ]

Oh, no.
I don't like black cats.

It's not a black thing.

It's just...
It's your cat baby talk.

Hello... Worthington.

You're a good boy.

[ Normal voice ]
Poor guy.

She painted his nails pink?

Oh, they're nail caps.

Keep you from tearing
the furniture.

Hmm. That, to me, says that
Worthington was an inside cat.

"Epicurean cat."
Pampered, too.

Korsak:
Oh, yeah.

Oh, this cat's hungry.

He's been alone
for at least 24 hours.

It's walking distance to
the clearing where we found her.

So maybe Helen knew her killer
and met him there.

Not much of a social butterfly,
that Helen.

Didn't do much entertaining.

Box of historical records.
This goes back to...

Man.
Look at this.

1690.
Looks original.

She kept everything.
Piles of mail, too.

I'll get Crime Scene Response
to box it up and bring it in.

Where does this go?
It's locked.

Hey, new guy.

If I end up on disability,
it's on you.

[ Grunts, groans ]

Jane: Korsak,
that looks like disability.

[ Switch clicking ]

Oh, this reminds me
of "The Devil's Rejects."

- You ever see that one?
Korsak: - I hate horror films.

Haven't you got enough
on your mind?

Hm.
You're missing out.

Ever see, uh,
"Zombies Invade Boston"?

How is it
you can't look at a dead body

but you can watch zombies
chew their own arms off?

Jane:
[ Laughs ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

Hi, Maura.

Crime lab identified
the substance

in Helen's pocket.

Fossilized tree resin...
Amber.

Okay. That's great.
But I'm a little busy right now.

Oh, you got to see this.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Can you see
what we're looking at?

That table looks like an altar.

That looks like a human skull.

I have Helen's cause
of death. What was it?

- Did she die by curse?
- No.

I found soot lining her airway,
edema in her lung tissue.

Maura, is it possible

that Helen Downey was burned
at the stake?

Why?

Because I think Helen Downey
was a witch.

Jane: It's blood, right?

Maura: I don't know yet.

Well, why did you rush
all the way over here

if you're gonna take
as long as you take in your lab?

Can you hover somewhere else?

Somebody did get a visitor
today.

Korsak:
Look at all these weird things.

I had these crazy
wiccan neighbors.

Aggressive bunch.

They took
all the parking spaces.

Do you think Helen
was a wiccan witch?

Wicca is a Neo-pagan religion.

Its practitioners use white
magic to bring about good.

This altar doesn't look like
it's up to anything good.

I agree.

It suggests a darker, more
traditional form of witchcraft.

I don't even want to know
how you know that.

Phenolphthalein test indicates it is blood.

Human? This is an altar, not a crime lab.

Korsak:
These bones have holes in them.

Perforations.

This is from
an articulated skeleton.

Connected...
like for a science classroom.

Yes. It's perfectly legal.
You can buy it on eBay.

Yeah, but you can't buy bowls
of blood on eBay.

Well, those who practice
the dark arts

give blood to use in spells.

Again, never tell me
how you know this.

Black is used
to cast an evil spell.

Is that hair and fingernails?

Mm.
A love spell.

Helen never heard of
online dating?

[ Chuckles ]
What's this for?

Amber.
It's used to ward off disease.

That's the same stuff
that we found on Helen.

Okay.
What is she doing to this guy?

Angelica root.

It's used for protection.

So we've got evil, healing,
love, and protection.

Adds up to one weird victim.

Frost:
You had to take a witch's cat.

I'm fostering Baretta
till he can find a loving home.

Baretta.

Didn't want to go through life
as Worthington.

Mm.
He tell you that?

What else he tell you?

He eats sautéed chicken livers,
likes down pillows?

Leave him alone. He's
the sweetest cat in the world.

Helen collected genealogies.

Look at these family trees.

John Proctor.
William Hobbs.

This is incredible.
Look at the date... 1692.

That's when
the Salem witch trials began.

Maybe Helen was descended
from witches.

Take any history
at Southie High?

Puritans persecuted anybody
who was different.

Yeah. Witchcraft was a felony
punishable by death.

Oh, okay. This is cool,
too. [ Computer beeps ]

It's a deed of trust

from the land
where we found Helen's body.

It's been modified,
but the original date is 1680.

The land where Helen was killed

belonged to her family
for centuries.

Three acres in Hyde park.
What's that worth?

Korsak: A lot.

She could've used the money,
too.

Letters from her landlord.
She was behind in her rent.

Helen was a descendant
of William and Mary Warrick.

Wow.
Early settlers of Salem.

Land was passed to her
through all these generations.

Slaves came with it
back in the day.

Good times in colonial Boston.

Hey, women were considered
property.

What are you looking at me for?

I don't even have
a cleaning lady.

What's with the registered
letters? All from the same guy.

Real estate agent.
Robert Cranston.

Cranston.

Hi. I'm Robert Cranston.
And if you...

Hey, that's the guy
that's getting the evil curse

in Helen's basement.

He's also
a real estate developer

who's been buying up all the
land around Helen's property.

- What for?
- He's building a monster mall there.

He offered Helen
$3 million for her land.

So he owns all the parcels
except Helen's

Lone holdout.

Looks like Helen kept him
from building his mall.

That cost him.

Do you have her will yet?

- No.
- Okay.

She's not married.
No will.

Maybe Cranston can't get
her land unless he kills her

and buys it from the estate.

Well, that would be an offer
she couldn't refuse.

Korsak:
We appreciate you coming in.

I don't have a lot of time.

We're going to need to know
where you were Saturday...

day and nighttime.

I was in Worcester,
at the grand-opening celebration

of my newest gated community.

And then I was asleep
at my hotel.

Check.
You'll see.

Could you turn that off,
please?

It's business.

I do a lot of it.

Did you ever meet
with Helen Downey?

Once. That was enough.
She's nuts.

'Cause she wouldn't sell
her property to you?

I offered her $3 million
for that weed patch...

Double what it was worth.

She said it was sacred.

Why did she think
it was sacred?

Something to do with
her ancestors, witches.

Who knows?
Whack job.

We're investigating
Helen Downey's murder.

Am I under arrest?

No.

Then I know both my rights
and my way out.

Too bad we can't hold him
for being a sleazebag.

Guy that rich wouldn't dirty
his own hands.

Yeah. Probably not.
He'd hire somebody.

I'll check out his alibi,

run background checks
on his employees.

[ Bell chimes ]

The blood in the bowl
didn't belong to Helen.

- Any chance we'll get a DNA hit?
- Possibly.

I'm still waiting
on the results

from the fingernails
and hair from the altar.

Did you find anything to confirm
that Helen was crazy?

Korsak said that the real estate
developer claims

she was a nut bar.

You know, the genetics
of mental illnesses

are much more complex
than the genetics

of many of the rare,
single-gene diseases.

"Yes" or "no"...
Perfectly good answers.

No.

I'm going as fast as I can.

Three sandwiches.
Big lunch.

Yeah.
I'm meeting some people.

Is that why you're wearing
all that cologne?

[ Sighs ] It's quite lovely.

Hints of orange blended
with notes of cedar and...

Verbena.

Yeah. Thanks.

Ma, I got to run.

Okay.

See ya. Bye.

Enjoy!
Where's he off to?

A picnic at the
public gardens.

- Is it with Theresa?
- Oh, I hope not.

I mean,
how could he not remember

how much pain
she put me through?

You?

Ma, he was depressed for months
when she found a new guy

and dumped him on his ass...
again.

- I remember.
- That can be quite serious.

Broken heart syndrome,

also known as
stress cardiomyopathy.

It can cause rapid and severe
heart-muscle weakness.

Oh, my God.

You got to do something.

[ Birds chirping ]

You see him?

No.

It's hot,
and I smell like a French fry.

That's because we're in
direct sunlight.

I know that, 007.
That's why I'm hot.

[ Click, whirring ]

You feel that?
Ventilation fan.

Hm.

Magic.

No.

Solar panels
on the roof of my car.

They automatically generate
enough electricity

to cool us off.

How green.

Isn't it?

Does it get rid
of French-fry smell?

How is it that you can't lie

but you can talk me into spying
on my brother?

- We're not spying.
- We're not.

We are gathering data
to test a hypothesis,

which is the first step
of scientific inquiry.

Nice try.

We... you and I...
are snooping, meddling.

We are sticking our noses
where they do not belong.

Oh, my God.

I just turned into my mother.

Hypothesis confirmed...

I would recognize
that cheap dye job anywhere.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

It's Korsak.

Rizzoli.

And Isles.

Frost:
We found Helen Downey's will.

She left her land
to three people.

They all live in old Salem.

Sending you the photos now.

Korsak: See the goofball
with all the piercings?

Jane: Yeah.

Grayson Bennett, 33.

Who's the beautiful one
with the lip stud?

Sage Molette, 29.

And the young one
is Sabrina Scott.

Sabrina is a very old
Welsh name.

It's also a name
of the teenage witch.

All three of them work

at the Spellbox.

Oh, that's an occult store.

What, you shop there?

I've bought gifts.

[ Knock on door ]

Got to go.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Hi.
What are you doing here?

You followed me.

We did.

But we're just testing
a hypothesis.

We are not snooping.

Oh, really?
What's your hypothesis?

If I meet Theresa for lunch,
it's your business?

No, we were trying
to determine

whether you're
getting back together.

Please stop talking.

Hypotheses require
rigorous testing. It's...

- You want to know what I'm doing here?
- No.

Fine.

This is my daughter.

Lily, say hi to your
Aunt Jane.

Hi.

Hello.

[ Paper rustling ]

You want a French fry?

No. My mom says
they make you look fat.

[ Chuckles ]

Maura: Lily is adorable.

She looks like Frankie.

Yeah, she's really cute.

And innocent,
unlike her mother.

My gut says Theresa's broke

and she's using her kid
to get Frankie back.

Paternity is very easy
to check.

Oh, sure, Maura.

I'll just ask Lily
for a little saliva.

We got a lot of work to do.
Let's get to Salem.

They call it "city of peace"
now.

That's very nice of them,

since they put
19 innocent people to death

in the witch trials.

What? Salem was
my favorite field trip.

I've been there six times.

I can't believe she's gone.

What was your relationship
to Helen Downey?

We were members
of the same coven.

Make sure to get the names
of the other nine.

- What?
- "Coven."

It's the middle English word
for "convent."

It's an assembly of 13 witches.

Are there 13 members
of your coven?

Grayson:
Only four.

But Helen was working
on building our membership.

We're hereditary witches.

- That means...
- Six field trips.

I got this.

Okay.

That means you inherited
your practices

and rituals and magic
from ancestors.

That explains all the genealogy
stuff we found at Helen's.

Mm-hmm.

Would it surprise you to know

that Helen named
the three of you in her will?

No.
We were her family.

And yet there's only a photo
of you on her altar.

Seems she was attempting
a love spell.

Were you ever involved
with Helen?

Yes.

But I realized
for our coven to function...

Each of our lives had to be
equally intertwined.

Did you all intertwine
in Helen's basement?

We performed rituals.
Yes.

Okay.

We're gonna need to collect
DNA samples from you.

I'm gonna need to swab the
inside of your mouths,

if that's all right.

Also, do any of you recognize
this man?

It's the Reverend
William Scott.

Jane: Scott?

That's your last name,
isn't it?

Is he your father?

Yes.
Were you aware

that Helen had cast
a protective spell against him?

My father wasn't happy
that I had joined.

Did your father ever make
any threats against Helen?

He would never hurt anyone.
He's a man of God.

Man of God.

Same men who've persecuted us
for hundreds of years.

Do you know of anyone
that would want Helen dead?

You know what?
Why don't we ask Helen?

Because Helen's dead.

I think he means a séance.

We'll have one tonight...

at her home.

You're welcome to attend.

Séance?

What ever happened to the good
old-fashioned interrogation?

Come on.
It'll be fun.

Like traveling to Borneo.

Investigative work
is not supposed to be fun.

That's why they call it "work."
Borneo? Really?

Well, my work is fun.

- You think Frankie told your mom?
- No way.

Did you hear the good news?
I'm a grandmother.

- Isn't it wonderful?
- Okay.

Ma, slow down, all right?

Isn't she adorable?

She uses a napkin and she chews
with her mouth closed.

Unlike her mother.

Listen, Lily can't help it
her mother is a bit...

a-a bit flaky.

Look, let's let bygones
be bygones.

It's very healthy to move past
old grievances.

No one asked you.

And I'm not ready to withdraw
my grievances against Theresa.

[ Sighs ]

Dr. Isles...

Could I possibly trouble you

to host a little family
get-together?

- No.
- Of course.

Thank you.

What was that?

Hospitality?

No, Ms. Buttinsky.
It was butting in.

- Oh, hey.
- Hey.

- Got Helen's phone records.
- Oh.

Sabrina's father, the reverend,

called her hundreds of times
in the last six months.

So he was harassing Helen.

Helen convinced my daughter she
had inherited mystical powers.

How'd she do that?

Helen found Sabrina,
showed her our family ancestry.

My daughter didn't know
we are related to Sarah Good.

The Sarah Good...

Who was put to death
for witchcraft in 1692?

You don't believe your ancestor
was a witch, do you?

I know that Sarah Good
was a devil worshiper.

That's what Helen was, too.

She made my daughter reject
her faith and her family.

That must've made you angry.

Yes.

And it also broke my heart.

In her restraining order,

Sabrina said you tried to
abduct her.

I hired a deprogrammer.

[ Bird cawing ]

I was trying to get her away

from those that were
leading her astray.

Can you blame me?

Only if you killed
Helen Downey.

As God as my witness,
I did not.

Well, don't go anywhere.

We may need to speak to you
again.

[ Birds chirping ]

Okay.
Let's put someone on him 24/7.

Guy gives me the creeps, too.

Ugh.
What is she doing?

Maura:
A feeding ritual.

In the Hua society
of New Guinea,

feeding and sexual intercourse

are believed to transfer
the vital essence, nu.

[ Grayson breathing deeply ]

I'm leaving
if sexual intercourse is next.

I'm not.
Me either.

We call upon the powers that be

to open a doorway
to the other side

and allow us to conjure, stir,

and summon the spirit
of Helen Downey.

I don't like this.

It's okay.

If you get scared,
you can hold my hand.

Helen...Are you with us?

[ Exhales deeply ]

"Fig."

Ooh. Spooky.

I just had one
in your honor, Helen.

She loved figs.

No kidding.

No, Maura.
No kidding.

Helen, do you know
who killed you?

Yes.

How reliable is that thing?

[ Voice breaking ]
I am your vessel.

Tell me...
Who killed you, Helen?

[ Grunts ]

[ Groans ]

[ Deep voice ]
My killer... is near!

[ Gasps ]

[ Wind whistling ]

Uh-oh.

Helen said her killer was near.

Really?
"Helen said"?

Well, you're right.

- That sounded a little silly.
- A little.

I don't suppose you've heard of
the ideomotor effect.

Sure. That's when idiots pretend
to talk to the dead.

Unconscious muscular actions in
response to a thought or idea.

It could be
why the board moved.

Fake. Phony.

Like Theresa,

who I now get to watch chew
with her mouth open,

thanks to you.

Frankie: Ah.

Angela:
Okay. It's heavy.

[ Laughs ]

[ Chuckles ]

Okay!

Frankie, you get to do
the honors.

You sure?

Yeah.

Okay.

Wow.

Ma's never let anybody but pop
cut the meat before.

Well, now that Frankie's
a father.

We don't know that, Maura.

Angela: - So, how'd the job interview go?
Theresa: - Good.

They said they'd let me know
by the end of the week.

So, uh, you looking into
the food-service industries?

[ Laughs softly ]

I haven't worked in a fast-food
restaurant in years.

I'm in medicine now.

Medicine?
Really?

I'm a nurse.
Oh. Nurse's aide.

Oh, wow.
That's great.

So you, like, change sheets

and empty bedpans...
That sort of stuff?

I'm getting certified.

Maura:
That's wonderful.

I'm sure you're
a very nurturing person.

Yeah, that's... that's what
we've always said about her.

- Isn't that right, mom?
- Hmm?

We sure did.

Would you like a potato?

So, uh, what brings you back
to Boston?

I wanted my daughter
to have some stability.

Be around family, you know?

Of course.
Family is the...

How are your parents?

Jane?

Thank you.

Wow. Lily, my goodness.
You are so grown-up.

How old are you?

- Seven.
- Seven?

Wow.

You are almost as old
as your mommy's Camry.

Jane, come help me
in the kitchen.

I'm not finished.

This will just take a second.

Hey, Frankie,
get me some more wine.

Uh, Lily, would...
would you like some more milk?

Yes, please.

I'll get it for you, baby.

She is so well-mannered.

Mm-hmm.

That's the mother of my child.

You sure about that?

She's always taken advantage
of you, lied to you...

cheated on you.

- Will you stop?
- No!

I can't stand
to see this happen again...

Not to you
and not to that little girl.

Lily is not some car
you can buy with Theresa.

She deserves to know the truth,
Frankie, and so do you.

You are really lucky
there's company around.

Frankie.
Come... come here!

[ Cellphone rings ]

Yeah, Frost.
What's up?

What? When?

All right.
We'll be right there.

What's the matter?
[ Cellphone beeps ]

We got to go.
Another witch got attacked.

Get your purse.

What?

Get your purse.

Oh, my God.
I'm going straight to hell.

I'm stealing the sippy cup.

Go to the car.
Go.

Hi.

- We know what happened?
- Sabrina was alone,

closing out the register,
when she was attacked.

- Was it a robbery?
- Don't think so. The money's still there.

She was lucky.

Weren't for that sculpture,

she'd have been crushed
to death.

I want to talk to her.

- She's pretty shook up.
- Okay.

Hi, Sabrina.

You remember me?
I'm Detective Rizzoli.

I'm a doctor.
I can check her out.

Hi, Sabrina.

Can you follow my light
with your eyes?

Can you tell us what happened?

I...

I don't know.

Do you remember
how the bookcase fell over?

Someone pushed it onto me.

Did you see who that was?

No.

I heard a voice.

Was it a male
or a female voice?

What did the voice say?

"Thou shalt not suffer a witch
to live."

She needs a cat scan.

This bookcase weighs
hundreds of pounds.

Somebody strong
must have pushed it on her.

Korsak:
Question is, how'd they get in?

Door was locked.
Police officers had to break in.

Helen the witch
is burned alive.

Sabrina almost gets
crushed to death.

Maybe this is a witch-hunt.

I think it's a
real estate hunt.

Look what I found
by the cash register.

Well, well, well.

Our sleazebag real estate agent
stopped by.

Well, you said Helen's will
divided her land evenly

between the three
coven members.

You think Cranston was trying to
get all three to sell?

If he was,
my money's on Grayson.

Sabrina and Sage don't pee
without his permission.

He had the motive, the muscle,
and the keys to this place.

Let's go find him.

Frost:
Hey. New guy.

Korsak:
Boston police!

[ Wood clattering,
guns cocking ]

Frost: Korsak.

[ Hinges creak, door thuds ]

You're the only other one with
a key to the Spellbox.

Where did you go
after the séance?

[ Voice breaking ]
No... no, it's not me.

I didn't do this.

I was in Needham
teaching a candle-making class.

[ Sobs ]
Sabrina's dead, isn't she?

No.

She's in the hospital.

They're trying to kill us.

It's as it was before...
Burning, pressing... drowning.

All means of execution
for witches.

There aren't any witches.

I'm scared.
[ Cellphone vibrates ]

I'm so scared.

Real estate developer
has got a solid alibi.

What about the reverend?

Police officer says
he never left his house.

We don't have enough
to hold her.

Frost:
You're free to go.

No. No. Please.

Can I please stay here?

That's a first.

Suspect who wants to spend
the night.

I'm so afraid.
Please.

Maybe we put her up in a hotel
until all this is over.

What about my cats?

[ Chuckles softly ]
Can't leave your cats.

You live in Salem, right?

We'll escort you home.

We'll notify Salem police
to increase patrol presence

- in your neighborhood.
- Thank you.

What makes people put
all those holes in their heads

and in their...
Ugh!

Tongue and both nipples?

[ Chuckles ]
It's nothing new, though.

Roman Centurions
used to attach their capes

to their nipple piercings.

Okay.
That's good.

Perimortem bruising
around his face,

his neck, and his chest.

- He was forcibly drowned?
- Yes.

And there's skin and blood
under his fingernails.

He's trying to loosen
his attacker's grip.

We might have our killer's DNA.
I'll process it.

Hey, you wouldn't happen to
have a solvent [ Cat meows ]

that will dissolve the glue
on Baretta's plastic claws, huh?

Well, they're designed
to fall off eventually,

but I can try slicing
the caps off with my scalpel.

No!

Well, I won't hurt him.

Okay.

I don't suppose anybody is gonna
adopt him with pink claws.

Frankie:
Where is it, Maura?

Where's the princess cup?

I should go. W-well, let
me cut the caps off first.

Never mind.
Pink's nice.

I know Jane took Lily's cup.

- Where is it?
- Don't be mad at Jane.

She just did it
because she loves you.

What's your excuse?

Well, I have a bigger purse.

And access
to superior paternity testing.

Oh, yeah?
Well, guess what.

I'm getting
my own paternity test.

And if Lily turns out
to be mine,

I-I'm gonna be the dad
that she deserves.

And Janie's just gonna
have to accept it.

That's very admirable, Frankie.

Clearly, Theresa needs
a good guy like you in her life.

Well, I'm never getting back
with Theresa.

It's about Lily now.

- Ma?
- Whoops.

Oh, I must've gotten lost.

Uh, what's that
behind your back?

Nothing.

Oh, Dr. Isles is working.
I'd better come back.

Hey. Oop.
Maura: That's okay.

I can still talk while I analyze
stomach contents.

What's this in the bag?

You got to be kidding me.

I'm sorry, Frankie.
I have to know for your sake.

I have to talk to Jane.

Just got a breakthrough
in this case.

But you're welcome to stay here
and finish this argument.

Gee, thanks.

Maura: Jane.

Remember the figs that Sage
fed Grayson at the séance?

Yes. Put me off of Fig Newtons
for life.

They're still in his stomach.

Signs of mastication,

but very little enzymatic
or acid activity.

So... he was dead
before they had time to digest.

Well, the séance
was at 6:00.

The figs were in his stomach

for no longer than an hour
before he was killed.

You're saying Grayson was killed
before Sabrina was attacked.

Yes. And you found skin and
blood under his fingernails.

- DNA back?
- Not yet.

Our killer will have
defensive wounds.

Well, it wasn't Sage.
She didn't have a mark on her.

Frost, can you pull up a picture
of Sabrina?

Sabrina had abrasions
on her face.

Yeah, but I didn't see her arms.
She was wearing long sleeves.

I got crime-scene photos
from Salem P.D.

Look at Sabrina's hands.

Okay. Could those gouges be
from Grayson's fingernails?

It's possible.

So Sabrina...
could've killed Grayson

and then staged her own attack
at the Spellbox.

How?
Grayson was held underwater.

Yeah, and those bookshelves
weighed hundreds of pounds.

Crime-lab results are back

from the blood in the bowl
at the altar.

All right, Helen's attempt
at a healing spell...

who was she trying to heal?

Sabrina's blood
was in the bowl.

Anything in Sabrina's
tox screen?

I mean, drugs could explain
the superhuman strength.

If she was on PCP,
that would explain it.

No.
There's no drugs in her system.

Well, something was wrong
with Sabrina.

Because Helen was trying
to heal her.

Yeah.

Jane, I think you're right.

Sabrina's DNA results show
that chromosome 8 and 13

are at 8p22-p21 and 13q.

Later that same day...

Many of those
accused of witchcraft

were suffering
from mental disorders.

No! You mean they weren't
really witches?

Sabrina Scott was descended
from Sarah Good.

Yes, who was one of the first
women put to death in Salem.

And Sarah Good was probably
suffering from schizophrenia.

Which can be inherited, right?

Yes. And it usually strikes
in early adulthood.

It's characterized
by hallucinations,

delusions, bizarre behavior.

Oh, God. Like...
like thinking you're a witch.

Sabrina does have the genetic
markers for the disease.

You know,
I've arrested schizophrenics

in the middle
of a psychotic break.

They are crazy strong and...
and out of control,

like being on PCP.

Hi. Yeah.
This is detective Jane Rizzoli.

I need to put a security detail
on Sabrina Scott, please.

W-when?

Okay.

Thank you.
[ Cellphone beeps ]

Sabrina checked out
of the hospital A.M.A.

Against medical advice?

We got to find Sabrina
before she gets to Sage.

All right, Korsak.
Thanks a lot.

Sabrina's not at her apartment,
she's not at the store,

- and she's not at her father's house.
- All right.

That was Salem police.
They can't find Sage either.

Well, Sabrina's taken out
two members of her coven.

She's not gonna stop
until she finds Sage.

Think, guys.
Where would she be?

Well, what probably caused
her schizophrenic break

is this conflict between
her adoption of witchcraft

and her religious upbringing.

Okay.
That's a "why," not a "where."

She heard scripture
during her attack at the store.

That's it.

The voices in her head
are telling her to go back

to her old faith.

[ Match strikes ]

[ Muffled scream ]

[ Sobs ]
[ Indistinct whispering ]

Thou shalt not suffer
a witch to live.

[ Sobbing ]

Woman: [ Distorted voice ] Kill
her. Evil shall be punished.

Do it!
Evil must be destroyed.

[ Muffled screaming ]

Jane:
Sabrina, stop!

Stop.
Put the gas can down, okay?

No!
Do not try to stop me.

We must die by fire.

Put the torch down, all right?
You don't have to do this.

All she perceives is a threat.

She's in the middle
of a psychotic break.

I'm not gonna let her
kill Sage.

Distract her.
Talk to her.

Sabrina?

Sabrina?

[ Echoing ] Death to witches.

Don't think that you need to
punish Sage

the way that you punished
Helen.

Helen was a devil worshiper!

Grayson worshiped Satan.

They were the dark ones...
Witches.

She must die.
Man: [ Distorted voice ] Die.

Sage is evil.

A devil worshiper!

- She must die.
- No. Sabrina...

- Yes! She is!
- No. You aren't evil.

Die.

Sabrina!

[ Grunts ]

[ Crying ] Please help me.

I have sinned!

It's okay.

[ Sobbing ]

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

Poor Sabrina.

They took her to Bridgewater.

At least doctors there
will keep her stabilized,

keep her from having
psychotic episodes.

It was sad.

Yeah.

Schizophrenia
is a terrible illness.

Better than being burned
at the stake

or drowned in your bathtub.

What the hell happened to you?

Nothing.

Those look like cat scratches.

Baretta got a little uptight
when I took the caps off.

Oh, the sweetest cat
in the world?

How many stitches,
Ace Ventura?

- Six.
- Ow.

Didn't hurt.

What you eating?
Humble pie?

I deserve that.

I'm sorry, okay?
I'm a jerk.

Yeah, you are.

Lily's a...
she's a nice girl.

And I'm gonna be a great aunt,
okay?

I promise.

Nope.
You won't be.

Got the paternity test back.

Lily's not my daughter.

I'm sorry, Frankie.

Yeah.
You know what?

So am I.

You'll make a really
good father someday.

[ Chuckles softly ]
Yeah. Someday.

That's too bad.

I was really looking forward
to holidays with Theresa.

[ Laughter ]

What are we gonna do about ma?

She like cats? Oh, don't
even think about it.

Baretta is very sweet.

Okay.
It's your house.

Come here.
Sit down.

Let me buy you a beer.

Love you.

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