All language subtitles for Rizzoli & Isles - 04x08 - Cold As Ice

Go, son!

Let's go, buddy!

Hey!
That was a cross-check, ref!

- Are you blind?!
- Excuse me.

I'm watching a game here.

Oh, my god! Use the whistle!
That's what it's for!

Hey. Can I just squeeze by?

That is bullshit!

He checked my kid! You
can't give him the penalty!

Please, excuse me.

Oh ... ow!
That was my foot, lady.

Sorry. I was just trying to get by.

Please don't push me.

Now you made me miss the play.

Hey. I'm talking to you.

Next time, don't push, bitch.

Hey! That's offsides!

Oh. Not those.

What "not those"? You have
six other identical pair.

They're not identical.

That's black patent,
black suede, kitten heel.

Wish I had just one matching pair.

Clear the clutter, cleanse the soul.

I might need those.

Okay, so, you are not the
person who hired my mother

- to help you clean out your closet?
- No.

- Great. Let's go do something else.
- No, I-I mean... Yes.

Okay. Maybe the shoes are a
little too overwhelming for you.

When was the last time
you wore this dress?

- I haven't had a chance.
- I was with you when you bought it.

Three years ago.

- Donation pile.
- No, no! I paid to have it tailored.

Why? So we could lord it over
all the other frumpy frocks?

So help me, if that is Amazon
delivering more shoes...

Okay.

If you're doing this to help mom
make extra money, please stop.

Okay. You're not
responsible for her finances.

Yes, but we both know something's wrong.

- Then why won't she just tell me?
- I don't know.

Cailin, hi.
Uh, come on in.

- Is everything okay?
- My mom went to Europe.

You didn't go with her?

- Well, here. Let me help.
- No, it's ... it's fine. I got it.

- What happened to your foot?
- Well, I sprained my ankle.

- Oh. Sorry.
- I'm sorry you're not in Europe.

I have finals.

Listen. I know this is a lot to ask.
Can I stay with you?

With me?
Uh, yes, sure.

Sure.
You don't want to be home alone?

I wasn't alone.

My mother hired Mrs. Craberton
to babysit me.

- You're 19.
- I know. Right?

I knew you guys would understand.

- Uh, so, how long is Hope gone?
- Three weeks. Thank you.

Ohh.

Oh. Hey, dude.
Yeah, I did the homework.

Um, Cailin.
W-where are you going?

Oh, is it okay if I just
stay in your spare bedroom?

Yes, yes. I'll ...
I'll show you where it is.

That's okay. I can find it.

No, I'm listening. Oh,
my god. He so did not.

Oh, my god.
He so did, too.

Three weeks?!

Well, you'll get to
know each other better.

She's your half-sister.

Okay, we got a possible
homicide in the parking lot

of the hockey rink out by Suffolk Downs.

That is like 100 decibels!

You know, I just read a report
about hearing loss in adolescents.

It's up 30%. I'll meet you there.

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4x08 - Cold as Ice

Hey.
Thanks for bringing me in on this.

I figured you should help
out since we're hockey guys.

- Jane's not working it?
- She and Dr. Isles are almost here.

Well, before she elbows
me out of the way,

- can I get a minute of training?
- You bet. Tell us what you see.

Well, the human body
holds 6 quarts of blood.

There's about 5 of it on the ground.

- Good. What else?
- I don't see too many crime-scene markers.

- Did you find a purse or a wallet?
- No. Nothing on the body or nearby.

She's not wearing much jewelry
except a cheap charm bracelet.

Maybe robbery was the motive.

Could be, but it's a pretty
vicious way to kill somebody

if all you want is
their purse and jewelry.

Hey. It's a youth hockey game.
You played, too, Frost.

I once saw two parents go at each other

with their kids' hockey
sticks at a pee-wee game.

Sergeant Korsak, we've
got 10 officers inside

- on all the doors and exits.
- Good. Nobody leaves.

Everybody in that rink is a suspect.

- Hey, Wendy.
- Hello, Detective Rizzoli.

- This is Detective Frost.
- Sir.

- You want to take a look at this?
- Really?

It's my dream to join homicide one day.

Is it okay if I take a look, sir?

Be our guest.

Okay. It's madness, right?

That's one end of her carotid artery.

Ohh. I've only seen
pictures of this stuff.

Wow. Incredible.

Frankie, write down all the tags.
I want a record of every

- vehicle down here.
- You got it.

I'm heading inside.
Officer Rogers, I want

another officer on that exit over there.

Yes, sir. Thanks a lot,
uh, Detectives, sir.

Let me know if you need
anything ... coffee, anything.

Thanks.

Man!
I got to get over this.

Pretend it's that bag of
giblets you pull out of a turkey

before you cook it.

Inside your turkey?
Every turkey?

Come on, dude.
You can do this.

Okay. Now...
just a little bit at a time, okay?

Huh?
You good?

I wouldn't say "good," but keep going.

Wow.

It works. I'm not gagging.

Whoa.

What did he use ... a dull can opener?

Is that her tongue hanging out?

Oh, god. Ohh.

Damn.

That did it. Dinner's still inside.

All right.

I'm not brave enough to stop
a tied youth hockey game.

Looks like we don't have a choice.
Hey, ref!

Boston police! Stop the game!
Oh! Ref!

Blow the whistle! Stop the game!

- Back away, mom!
- What?

Hey! I'm a cop!
Stop the game!

I don't care if you're the
queen of England! Move, mom!

Oh, you know what?
Oh!

You call me "mom" one more time
and you watch where I put that whistle.

It's a police emergency.
Stop the game. Now.

All right, all right, look.
We're very sorry to interrupt your game.

Okay, we are here to
investigate a crime.

What kind of crime?

- Sir, step back, please.
- No, we had this in the bag.

I want to know how long it's gonna take.

Longer if you don't step back.

This is crap. If my son's not
playing, we're out of here.

Nobody is leaving the arena!

Unless it's in the back of a squad car.

Can we have all parents standing
with their children, please?

Pair up.

Pair up. Everybody
get with your parents.

Hmm.
There's no parent with that boy.

- Hey, Drew. Where's your mom?
- I-I don't know.

Anybody know where his mom is?

Uh, sometimes she goes outside to smoke
when the kid's line is off the ice.

- Son, what's your name?
- Drew ... Drew Bigsby.

Okay, Drew. We're gonna step outside.
We're gonna look for your mom, okay?

- And what's her name?
- Mary Bigsby.

Could ... could you stay
with him for a few minutes?

Yeah, sure. No problem.
Wh-what's going on?

Everything's okay. If we could
all just stay inside, please?

Okay? Keep him inside,
please. Thank you.

Nobody leave the arena.

I'm seeing blood droplets far apart.
She was in a hurry.

So she was bleeding
when she left the rink,

- which doesn't make sense.
- Why not?

Come on. Take a look at the body.
Tell me what you think.

Hey, Frost. Can you run
a DMV search on Mary Bigsby?

Is that Mary?

- Think so.
- Okay. Here we go.

Mary Bigsby drives a blue minivan.

I got the tags right
here. We'll find it.

Your mother is staying with Cailin.

- Do you think that's okay?
- Do I think it's okay

that my mother is
babysitting a grown adult?

- No, I do not.
- Hope was so insistent.

Hope should back off.
Just talk to me about the body.

She has a broken nose and a
jagged injury to her throat.

- See what doesn't make any sense?
- What doesn't make sense?

Two injuries ... broken
nose and a slashed throat.

- They're separate.
- Well, how do you know that?

Well, the blood spatter says
that she was ambushed from behind,

but the droplets from her busted nose
says that she was punched over there.

You think we're looking
for two attackers?

Maybe.

I think there may be a
speed-burn mark under the blood.

You're right.
No bloody tire tracks, though.

So what does that mean?

Somebody was going in
reverse, braked hard here,

and then sped off before she bled out.

You think the killer took the
victim's car? We find her keys?

Negative. You think we're
looking at a carjacking?

You got a choice of cars,
you steal a minivan?

Frankie's got eyes on
Mary Bigsby's minivan.

- Someone inside.
- All right, you take the right.

Boston police. Put your
hands on the wheel now.

Do not move your hands.
Keep them on that wheel.

All right, when I tell you, you clasp
your hands behind your head.

Do it now.

All right. Now slowly
get out of the car.

Keep your hands where they are.

- We've got blood.
- Oh, come on.

See if she has any I.D.

All this over a
hockey-mom shoving match?

- You are Mary Bigsby?
- That's right.

- Take her in for questioning.
- Let's go. Come on.

- If that's Mary Bigsby...
- Who's that?

Hey, fellas. Need you to
take a look at the victim.

You recognize her?

Ew. It's horrible.
Yeah.

She looks like that lady who showed
up during practice, doesn't she?

- Yeah, I think so.
- You know her name?

No. She was very nice.

- She was a saleslady.
- Saleslady.

Yeah, she gave one of
these to all the players.

- No-drip helmet pads.
- The kids wore them while they warmed up.

The kids were really excited

because she said the pads could
tell if they were dehydrated.

- How do they do that?
- No idea.

She gave the kids baggies,
had them write their names on them,

and she collected them before the game.

She took back used helmet pads?

Yeah, she's gonna analyze them
and bring the results to the next game.

Did you see what kind of car she drove?

- No. No, sorry.
- Thank you both.

I'm gonna look up that company.

Are we really thinking
someone in here did this?

I mean, wouldn't they
be covered in blood?

Not necessarily.
Arterial blood spray projected forward.

No such thing as no-drip helmet pads.

How can that be?

Our dead Jane Doe worked for
a company that doesn't exist?

Okay, thanks.

Crime lab has the results
on the blood on Mary's shirt.

It matches our victim's.

Who wants to face off
against a killer hockey mom?

Been there, done that.

I had to live through my
mother's hockey-mom years.

Your mother is too nice
to be one of those mothers.

Oh, yeah? Ask her about the time
that she stormed out onto the ice

in the middle of Frankie's game
and hit the ref with her purse.

- What did Frankie do?
- Tried to change his last name.

We'll take this one, then.

Okay. Good.
I'm going down to autopsy.

Puncture wound is 0.5
centimeters at the apex.

12.7 centimeters of jagged tear.

Ugh. It's like someone pulled
her throat open with claws.

What kind of murder weapon does that?

It snagged the carotid.
Notice I said "snagged."

I noticed.

Notice how much I would love to
know what the murder weapon is.

- Carotid artery was pulled until it tore.
- I notice you said "pulled."

I did. By a weapon
with a curved end.

Okay. We'll put out an all-points
bulletin for Captain Hook.

There's a beige, gummy
substance in the wound.

The lost boys' gummy bears?

Oh.
It's Hope. Again.

All right.

Hello?

Yes. You know, I am just
in the middle of an autopsy.

No. I do not know if
Cailin did her homework,

but she's a sophomore in college.

Okay, I will. I will
make sure she goes to bed.

- Okay, bye-bye.
- Wow.

No wonder Cailin is frustrated.

I am so glad that Constance
taught me to be independent.

What do I do?

That's what they invented
voicemail for, Maura.

- I can't.
- Mnh-mnh, mnh-mnh.

Hello?

Yes. Yes.

No, I did say that I would monitor her

and make sure she takes
her immunosuppression drugs.

No, no, no. You have
every right to worry.

Okay. I'm sorry.
All right, bye-bye.

Okay, you just
encouraged her to worry.

I just keep forgetting that
Cailin had a kidney transplant.

How do you forget?
It's your kidney.

No hits.

Who are you?

You get in a lot scrapes, Mary,
disturbing the peace,

assault and battery, assault
with a deadly weapon?

Deadly weapon?
It was a hockey stick.

Which you used to break a referee's arm.

He made bad calls, so I said
something, and he got personal.

Is that what sets you off?
When someone gets personal?

He called me a pig with lipstick.

Man's lucky I don't have a temper.

What did she call you?

Is she dead?
What happened to her?

You tell us. We found
her blood on your clothes.

I punched her in the nose.
That's it. I didn't kill her.

Did you get into it with her
at the game over your kids?

She didn't even have a kid.

- How do you know?
- It's a small league.

I know all the parents.
Never seen her before.

You just like punching strangers?

I was trying to watch the game,
and that lady kept pushing me,

and then she rolls
her case over my foot.

- What case?
- I don't know. Some sales case.

It hurt, so I pushed her back.

Must have pushed her pretty hard.

I am telling you, I didn't kill her.

Just one punch, and I watched
her walk away. Look at my file ...

Just fat lips, bloody
noses, and a ref's arm.

Add a slashed throat.

Oh, god.
I think I'm gonna be sick.

We're holding hockey mom, but
I don't think she's our killer.

- That lady's as squeamish as Frost.
- Lady? She puked on the table.

- Did she I.D. the victim, at least?
- No.

Damn. Well, Maura's
checking her dental records.

What else can we do?

Every car in that parking
lot is accounted for.

Okay.

There is no bus service in that area,

there is no record of a
taxi dropping anyone off,

and there is no way that
she walked more than half

a block in those heels,
which means she had a car.

And we showed all the parents,
employees, and coaches her photo.

Kids remembered her
handing out helmet pads.

No one knew her name.

Killer took everything
that could identify her.

Except her body.

Maybe because he was interrupted.

He pulls the car back, he stops here.

Maybe he was about to
dump her body in the trunk

and that's when
Mary came out to smoke.

- That makes sense.
- But if we can't I.D. her, we're screwed,

unless she had a car and we can find it.

Jane, I'm sorry to interrupt.

- What's the matter?
- Cailin's missing.

Angela, is Cailin here?

- No, honey.
- She's not here, Jane.

No, I'm not asking you
to leave work. Okay.

I can't find Cailin.

Um, well, when's the last
time you talked to her?

Four hours ago.

Yes. Yes,
I checked all the hospitals.

And you checked back with
the state troopers, right?

Maura, it's only 11:30.
She is a teenager.

I think we should file
a missing person's.

Yes, please, Jane.
Okay. Thank you.

Are you really gonna put out
a missing person's bulletin?

She could be at school.

Well, I told her she had
to stay in touch with me.

Did you give her a curfew?

No. I didn't know I needed to.

- Where the hell have you been?
- At the library.

- Well, you cannot do that.
- I can't go to the library?

No, you ... you cannot
not return my texts.

Oh. Sorry. I-I turned my phone off.
I was studying.

We ... we filed a missing
person's report on you.

Oh, my god.
Why would you do that?

Because I didn't know where you were!

I thought...

- I thought you were different.
- You thought if you stayed with me

that you could just
do whatever you wanted.

- Maura doesn't have kids.
- I'm not a kid.

No, you're not, but she
is responsible for you.

Well, I don't see how sending the police

- on a wild goose chase is responsible.
- You know, I have to call Jane

and tell her not to
put a bolo out for you.

Yeah, she might have better
things to do, like solve a murder.

Well, I know I have better things to do

than take care of an
irresponsible, selfish teenager.

Maura.

Look, she was just worried.
That's all.

Come on. Have a brownie.

- Only if they have weed in them.
- You brought marijuana here?

Yeah, 'cause that's what an
irresponsible, selfish teenager would do.

It's a joke!

Listen, I'm sure you're stressed-out
studying for your finals.

Why don't you go take a bath?

- I'll bring you a cup of tea.
- Okay.

I never get that angry.

That's what a fight with
a sibling feels like.

It'll be okay, Maura.

Oh, my god.

Shut up.
Why would you let him do that?

- Good morning.
- Oh, hey.

- You're up early.
- Yeah, we ... we never went to bed.

Right. Why go to bed?

You don't need any sleep for
rigorous premed coursework.

I'm sure you
didn't need it, either,

because you're a genius like Cailin.

She aces everything
with or without sleep.

- Does she?
- You can take a shower, if you want.

Oh. Am I embarrassing you?

- I think you look great.
- Yeah, me too.

It's so cool when women your age
look good even without makeup.

- My age?
- It's a compliment, Maura.

- Really?
- I almost tripped over this young man.

I thought the homeless
moved in to Beacon Hill.

Dylan's from Santa Cruz.
He misses sleeping outside.

Yeah, I-I love sleeping
under the stars.

Your brick walkway's not
very comfortable, though.

- Cailin, can I speak to you upstairs?
- Man, that looks good.

- Cool. Good thing it's for you, then.
- Oh.

You are quite the hostess.

You made breakfast for...
Dylan, is it?

- Yeah, hey. How's it going?
- Cailin, that looks delicious.

Yours is in the oven, Mrs. Rizzoli.

So, do you want to talk now
or eat before your food gets cold?

I wanted to scream
when I saw my kitchen.

Yeah, well, children push buttons
you didn't even know you had.

Well, she's not my child.
She's an adult... child.

You know, I read somewhere

the brain isn't fully developed
until 26, which explains a lot.

Well, maybe Hope is right
in treating her like a kid.

All she did was have a couple
of friends over and make a mess.

- Which we cleaned up.
- But she wasn't trying to get under your skin.

She needs to learn. Set some boundaries.

You know, I barely know her.
I don't want her to hate me.

Look, teenagers are like big Toddlers.

You would see the cute Toddler
in her if she was yours.

Maura, she's a good kid.

- And she worships you.
- No, she doesn't.

Yes, she does. Set some
boundaries, then stick to them.

Oh, crap. I am so late.

Bye. Have a good day.

Um, Cailin?

I would appreciate it if you
cleaned up after yourself.

Sure. Yeah.
I'll do it later. Bye.

Bye.

How was that?

Good.

I just don't understand
how could she be so oblivious.

Come on.
I was a slob when I was 19.

And I bet you didn't start
color-coordinating your hangers

- until you were in your 20s.
- I was always neat.

Okay. Cailin is a good person.
She's a good student.

Does she have to be a good cleaner, too?

No.
Yes.

- Morning. Anything?
- No. Still a Jane Doe.

Frost and I went through
all the tow records

and parking tickets
near the hockey rink.

Nothing stands out.

We're still no closer to
finding that phantom car.

Results on the gummy substance
in the wound came back.

The weapon had traces of
paraffin, polyester fibers,

- and clotrimazole on it.
- What's clotrimazole?

Anti-fungal cream.

So our killer has jock
itch or athlete's foot.

Wait. Paraffin? Wax.

Killer was a hockey player.

A skater's shoelaces
are made of polyester

and then rubbed down with
wax so that they don't fray.

Uh, the weapon is not a shoelace.

No, but...

...could be something
used to tighten the laces.

- Like what?
- Skate hook.

Maura, you said it had a hooked end.

Could a skate hook be the murder weapon?

Well, the puncture wound
was 0.05 centimeters.

That is consistent with it.
It does have a blunt edge.

I'd have to test one and compare it
to the wound track of the victim.

I'm gonna get a coffee.
Anybody want anything?

Yeah. I'd like a big jelly doughnut.
I get really hungry

when we talk about ripping
apart someone's throat.

Attaboy, Frost.

- Hey, there.
- Hello, Vince.

What are you doing taking out the trash?

- You want me to knock Stanley around?
- No, I'm ... I'm just recycling.

- Everything all right?
- Yeah.

You're not recycling.
What are you doing, Angela?

Sit down.

I should have signed those
divorce papers. I will now.

- For all the good it'll do me.
- Oh, boy. What happened?

I don't want my kids to
know any more bad stuff

- about their father.
- I'm a vault.

He didn't pay our taxes.

Uh-oh.
How much do you owe?

- $27,000.
- That's a lot of cans.

Yeah, but I have several jobs I'm
doing, and ... and I'll find a way.

- I-I always do.
- You work hard enough.

Let me loan it to you, interest-free.
It's not a problem.

I can't take your money, Vince.

But thank you.

I've tested every
manufacturer's skate hook.

- This is the last one.
- What do you think?

Well, it's consistent
with the victim's wound

in both depth and edge pattern.

So, our victim and our murder
weapon came out of that hockey rink.

Maybe our killer did, too.

So, how many people were at the rink

when the first responders showed up?

58 parents, 30 kids, 2 coaches,
and 5 rink employees.

We ran them all. Only crazy
hockey mom Mary had a record.

And who here thinks she's the killer?

A skate hook is a weapon of opportunity.
If you're killing somebody with that,

in a public place,
you're not planning this.

Yeah, and why was our victim

pretending to be a
helmet-pad saleswoman?

And what's with all the sweat analyzing?

She's looking for something.
Or maybe someone.

Yeah, you can get DNA from sweat.

Only kids were wearing them, so
maybe she was looking for a kid.

Maybe. Okay, let's go back
to my missing-car theory.

He killer didn't want the
victim to be identified,

- so if she had a car, he got rid of it.
- Harbor is right near the rink.

Best place to deep-six a
car is the bottom of the sea.

And we can't call the dive team
and have them search the entire harbor.

No, but we could ask them
to search the end of pier 21.

Somebody's in a guessing mood today.

It's more than a guess.
Road construction has all

the streets in that area shut
down except the one to pier 21.

And that area is abandoned, too.

Nobody would see you
push a car off a pier.

And while we're bothering the dive team,
we might as well bring everybody in

who had access to a skate hook,

including parents and
ice-rink employees.

And we can rule out kids and coaches
'cause they were on or near the ice.

That's still 65 people.
Who's gonna do all those interviews?

- Hey, Frankie.
- Hey.

What are you doing today?

How would you feel
about doing some interviews

- for the hockey-rink homicide
we're working? - Love to.

Yeah, I need divers in the water
off pier 21. Looking for a car.

- Yeah.
- You want a description?

How about you let me know
if you find more than one?

Thank you.

Frankie, make 65 copies of that.

- Okay. Why?
- Yeah, why?

'Cause we haven't had
a break in this case,

and it's time we got creative.

Take a look at this photo, would you?

- Do you recognize her?
- I don't. Sorry.

Take another look.

I just said I've never seen her.
You don't listen.

Can I go?

Korsak.
Where?

- I'm on the way.
- Jane felt sorry for Frankie.

She's helping him finish the interviews.

Divers found a late-model
Ford Focus off pier 21.

They're pulling it out of the drink now.

- Should I tell Jane?
- Only if you want to switch places with her.

I'd rather watch the big crane
pull the car out of the ocean.

Is that so wrong?

No. Come on.

- This is so cool.
- Wouldn't it be great

if there were a couple
of lobsters in there?

Cannot believe I told
Frankie I would help him.

I don't ever want to talk
to another hockey parent

as long as I live.

Oh!
Angela's pick-me-ups.

Well, ma, I do hope you're not
selling speed to the secretarial pool.

- No, you know, it's that 3:00 slump.
- And Stanley doesn't mind?

I'm filling a need. I'm
not taking his business.

Okay, ma, enough.
What's going on?

It isn't anything I want to talk about.

You'd tell me if you
were in trouble, right?

Yeah. Jane,
I just enjoy baking, okay?

Okay.

Maybe she just doesn't
want to burden you.

There are certain things my
mother will not talk about.

Money problems is at
the top of that list.

Speaking of problems,

have you talked to Cailin
in the last five seconds?

Well, I told her she
has to check in with me

- every 30 minutes.
- Okay. No.

You're the one with the problem.

Me? Well, I'm just trying
to create boundaries.

Give her what she wants...
a relationship.

Okay, she came to you as a big
sister, not as another mother.

- Hey, Frost. What's up?
- Jane, I think we found the victim's car.

That's great.

There's a purse...
and a wallet and a cellphone.

Yeah, it's the victim's.

Found her no-drip
helmet-pad sales case.

- Okay. What's her name?
- Carla Dalton, 42 years old.

She has a Rhode Island driver's license.

And a Cohasset address.
Hey. We have a parking permit.

Looks like she worked at Easton Labs.

Easton Labs? Maybe
they make helmet pads.

Mm. No, no. Easton Labs is
a pharmaceutical company.

They make drugs for
neurological diseases.

Carla Dalton was an M.D.

She was Easton Labs'
director of clinical research.

Tell Frankie to go with
Korsak to her residence.

- You meet me at Easton Labs.
- Will do.

Our victim has a name ...
Dr. Carla Dalton.

Oh, god.

Yes, that's Dr. Dalton.
She was a wonderful woman.

Was she based here in Boston?

No. Um, she was only in
this office for a few months.

Our headquarters are in New York.

But I supervised her research,
so we talked frequently.

Do you know if she was married?

No, she wasn't.
No children, either,

which is probably why she was
such a dedicated researcher.

What kind of research was she doing?

Her passion was Huntington's disease.

Huntington's is an incurable
hereditary brain disorder

that damages nerve cells
and incapacitates you.

- It's fatal.
- Did Dr. Dalton have Huntington's?

I never asked. She once told
me that her sister had it.

We should have Maura do
a blood test, find out.

Do you know what Dr.
Dalton was working on

- at the time of her death?
- She was conducting drug trials.

She was determined to find
a cure for Huntington's.

Do you have any idea
why Dr. Dalton would be

attending boys' hockey games
and distributing these?

I have no idea.

These don't have anything
to do with her research.

Is there any reason that she
would be collecting samples

of perspiration from adolescent boys?

Well, that's the group
that she was focused on,

but the only way to detect
Huntington's is with a blood test.

So all of her subjects were
adolescent boys ages 12 to 14?

Yes. She said she wanted
to study juveniles.

Seems like a pretty
specific sample group.

Yes, it is, but Dr. Dalton insisted.

Excuse me. It's Korsak.

Please, feel free to
use our conference room.

Thank you for your time.
We're very sorry for your loss.

Hey, Korsak.
You at her apartment?

Yeah, but somebody got here first.

They left her research notebooks,

- but the computer's gone.
- Well, whoever tossed her apartment

probably had something
to do with the murder.

We'll pack everything up. The
killer might have missed something.

- Okay, that's a lot of helmet pads.
- What?

Used no-drip helmet pads
... hundreds of them.

So, Carla did drug trials
in Miami, Annapolis, Houston,

Corpus Christi, Portland,

Seattle, and Boston,
which is the same places

that she collected the
sweaty helmet pads for.

And every city she
picked was near an ocean.

Yeah.
She was focused on three things ...

12- to 14-year-old
male hockey players,

Huntington's disease,
and coastal cities.

She was looking for somebody ...

someone connected to these three things.

So, Dr. Carla Dalton did not have
the genetic marker for Huntington's.

What do you make of her
data from her drug trials?

Well, let's see.

The research subjects are all anonymous.

They all have a number and
identifying information, like this.

The subject is a
13-year-old boy from Boston

who likes skateboarding
and science fiction.

Okay. Why is this boy circled?
14-year-old from Boston.

Enjoys hockey and sailing.
Where are the helmet pads from Boston?

Not much use. They were
in the trunk of her car.

Hmm, how odd ... she was running DNA

she extracted from
sweat in the helmet pads

against DNA from her
Huntington's test subjects.

And this is even odder.

- What? - She's comparing the
results to her own DNA.

I got more info on Carla Dalton.

She was originally from
Newport, Rhode Island.

CSRU is pulling prints
from the submerged car

to compare to the 65 people
you and Frankie interviewed.

Well, how did you get the
prints from the parents

and the rink employees?

Jane had them all handle
a photo of the victim.

Hmm. Genius.

There's a date engraved
on this sailboat charm.

July 17, 2001.

July 17th.
Hang on. I just saw that.

Frost, bring up Carla's
phone records for July 17th.

Did she call anyone?

A few Boston numbers and
a call to Rhode Island.

Go back a year.

She called the same
Rhode Island number.

Go back another year.

- There it is again.
- Run it.

It's registered to a Jonathan McKnight.

Yes, hello.

This is Detective Jane
Rizzoli from Boston homicide.

Oh, you are?

Well, we're investigating the
murder of Dr. Carla Dalton.

Well, I'm very sorry to hear that.

Uh, yes. Yeah, tomorrow
morning would be fine.

Okay.
Thank you very much, Sergeant.

Sergeant?

Jonathan McKnight is a
retired homicide Detective.

He knew Carla, and he wants
to talk to us tomorrow.

I always worried that
Carla was right ...

this is how it would end.

- How... what would end?
- I met Carla 12 years ago.

This is Carla with her sister, Bridget.

Bridget, her husband, Michael,
and their 2-year-old son, Todd.

All died in a boating
accident, July 17, 2001.

Well, wait. You're a
retired homicide Detective.

Why would you be investigating
a boating accident?

Carla was convinced
it wasn't an accident.

- Did you find the bodies?
- Only Bridget's body washed up.

- What was the cause of death?
- Drowning.

And what did Carla think happened

to her brother-in-law
and her nephew?

She was convinced that
Michael killed his wife,

faked his own death so
he could take their son.

What did you think?

That she didn't have any proof.

Did Carla know if Michael
ever threatened her sister?

She said there was
tension in the marriage,

that ... that Bridget
had some terrible illness.

- Huntington's disease.
- Yes, that's it.

It's passed down from the mother.

Bridget's son has a 50/50
chance of inheriting it.

The intersecting circles.

14-year-old boy who played
hockey and lived near the ocean.

Carla was looking for her nephew.

Oh, yeah.
She was obsessed with finding Todd

and bringing Michael to justice.

I wanted to help her. I...

There was nothing to go on.

Why would Michael stage
a boating accident?

I mean, there are easier ways
to leave your spouse and get custody.

Well, after Michael's presumed drowning,
the investment firm he worked for

said he was under investigation
for embezzling millions.

So get rid of your wife,
take your son and the money,

and no one will look
for you if you're dead.

Did Michael have any
connection to hockey?

He played semi-pro.
He was a real fanatic.

He'd dress that boy in hockey shirts

and had him on skates
as soon as he could walk.

You never change your hobbies,

and Michael had two of
them ... sailing and hockey.

- Do you have Michael's prints on file?
- Michael Leahy. Right here.

This is everyone we interviewed.

That one.
Load that one up, Frankie.

Those are Michael
Leahy's prints, all right.

Pull up the DMV photo
on the ones that match.

Doug Pierce. You recognize him?

Hmm. Maybe.

He's had surgery.

His eyes are similar
and so are his ears.

This is the same man.

So Doug Pierce is Michael Leahy.

We got him.

Doug Pierce remarried,

I bet wife number two has no idea
he murdered wife number one.

He keeps a low profile.

Works as an investment
adviser from his home.

I sent uniforms, but he won't be there.

- Guy's on the run.
- Okay. All right, thanks.

His son, who has perfect attendance,
didn't go to school today.

Why would he voluntarily come
in and do an interview with me?

I remember Doug Pierce.
He was calm.

Well, he was buying time.

If he didn't show up,
we'd know it was him.

This way, he keeps us investigating,
and he gets a head start.

He knows we've got him on
a watch list at the airport.

Do a search. See if Doug Pierce
is a registered boat owner.

What do you know?

- You're not going with us.
- Yes, I am.

What are you gonna do
if he starts to run?

Hobble.

Thank you.

- This is gonna be awesome.
- Yeah. Not much wind.

- No sign of Michael.
- The hatch is open. He's down below.

Frankie, get the kid and the
wife off, fast as you can. Ready?

Boston police!
Get off the boat!

- Why?
- Step off the boat, Mrs. Pierce.

- Wait. What's going on?
- Mom ...

- Luke, come on.
- You, too. Come on.

Okay. Go, go, go.
Let's go. Come on.

- Don't move.
- It's over, Michael.

Michael? What?
You have the wrong man.

Carla saw you at the ice rink?

Or did you go after
her after you saw her?

- You saw her.
- Why couldn't she just let me be?

She was watching the game,
wasn't she?

Hoping one of those boys was her nephew.

Oh! Whoo!

Like a freaking bloodhound.

12 years later, she tracks me down,

shows up like a ghost at my
son's game, wrecking my life.

Just like her damn sister.

You know how she found you?

You signed your son
up for her drug trial.

Five years she spent comparing
her DNA to hundreds of boys

trying to find her sister's son.

While also trying to find
a cure for Huntington's.

Now, that's a good person.

Dad, why are they talking
about Huntington's?

- How do they know?
- Sheila, get Luke the hell out of here.

No, dad, what's happening?
Who's Carla?

What did you tell him when
he cried out for his mother?

His mother?
She abandoned him.

I am his mother.

Sheila, shut up
and get him the hell out of here!

Come on. No, dad ...

- Michael Leahy, you are under arrest
- Dad! Dad!

for the murders of Carla Dalton
and Bridget Dalton Leahy.

I can still hear that
poor kid yelling, "dad!"

Carla was so close.
So tragic.

But it's beautiful, too, how
much she loved her sister.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I'm guessing you're not gonna
offer me a glass of wine.

We could pretend it's France.

It's okay. I got a guy
that can buy me a six-pack.

- I'm kidding.
- I hear you're a good cook.

Yeah. You want me
to make you something?

Are you planning to
clean up after yourself?

Is that part of the deal?

- No.
- We could order takeout.

You could help me throw
out the boxes.

- Deal.
- Yeah.

Deal.

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