Well thank you for dinner dad.
Take this, I'm the only one|at home.
No, no. Ema won't eat it.|She's on this gluten free thing.
<font color="#3399FF">Rizzoli and Isles; Season 2, Episode 08</font>|<font color="#ffff00">My Own Worst Enemy</font>|August 29, 2011
sync by gatto, corrections by <font color=#00ff00>dcdah</font>|for www.addic7ed.com
Ian? Oh, my God.
What if I had someone here?
Then we're in luck.
Oh, where've you been?
I'm here now.
What do we got?
Father and son. Son's|on the way to the hospital.
That's the dad.|Looks like a mugging gone wrong.
- You limping?|- What? No.
Waiter I.D.'d them.
Dead guy is Evan Dunbar,|son is Chris.
They had dinner,|left the restaurant together.
Huh. Did you talk|to the son?
No. He was unconscious|when they rolled him out.
Mugger pistol-whipped|and kicked him.
Manager says the father's|a regular, always carries cash.
He had a wad when he paid.
That'd make him a target.
This street is junkie central|after dark. Where is Maura?
Can't do this without your BFF?
Well, not when she's|the Chief Medical Examiner, no.
Head shot's|did you get the bullet?
CSRU recovered it.|It's on its way to ballistics.
Looked like a .38.
Dispatcher's already called|Dr. Isles.
I don't know.|I'm gonna call the C.I.
He knows this neighborhood|real well.
♪ <i>You're the one</i>|<i>I've waited for</i> ♪
This friggin' guy.
Hey, hey, hey.|That's far enough.
Sam, it's all right.|He's with us.
Come on, Rondo.
Watch your head, chief.
You just step this way.
I will step anywhere|you tell me to step, Vanilla.
- You are lookin' fine, today.|- Come on. Just...
I like it when|you hold me tight.
Stop it. This ain't a date,|all right?
I need some information.
I got lots of information,
and I know how to treat|a lady right.
Shut up, okay?
I need you to be my eyes|and ears on the street, okay?
I need you to be|looking for a junkie
that is newly flush with cash|or bragging about a murder.
I can't hear much with $20.
I think I'm hearing more.
You know what, Rondo? There.|Now, go. Get me something.
Okay. Hey, you get lonely,|you know...
Just go! Just...
- Hey. Where you been?|- Uh, bed.
What? You okay?|Yeah. Why?
'Cause you're wearing|two different shoes.
You're so not feeling okay.
I got dressed in the dark.
What about you?|You're limping.
- No, no. I'm not.|- Yes, you are. Know why?
Because you buy your boots|a half size too small.
- No, I don't.|- And you stomp.
I do not stomp.
The son regained consciousness|at the hospital.
Oh, great.|Let's go.
The guy came out of nowhere.
He slammed his gun|into my face, and...
I blacked out.
It took 22 stitches|to close the gash in his head.
He has a concussion.
He broke his ribs|and his fingers.
Do you remember anything|about your attacker?
Race? Height? Regional accent,|a tattoo, anything?
No. It happened so fast.|I--
I didn't even see him.
By the time I came to,|my dad was dead.
The paramedics|were talking to me.
We're very sorry|for your loss.
If you remember anything else,|please give us a call, okay?
Are you going to get the guy|who killed my grandpa?
We're gonna do|everything we can.
No. No.|I'm not ready yet.
I bought it for you at|a street market in the Sahel.
- You did not.|- Yes, I did.
Why don't you ever|tell me when you're coming?
Because I never know if I am.
Oh. That's|Jane's mother.
- Should I hide?|- Uh, no.
Uh, just say|that we're colleagues.
I don't want to|have to explain you.
I'm hard to explain.
Oh. I'm so sorry.|I didn't know that...
Uh, no, no, no.|It's-- it's okay.
Um, Dr. Faulkner, uh,|was just--
um, he came by for some tea.
Please call me Ian.
Oh. We're just making|some black tea.
- Would you like some?|- Uh, thank you.
You're working early,|Dr. Isles.
We were just, um,|conferring on a case.
Oh, really?|What case is that?
Oh, you know, Angela,|uh, is in the middle
of, um, getting certified to|become a professional organizer.
- Isn't that great?|- That's very impressive.
Well, there's no advancement|in my field
without continuing education.
Uh-huh, what's your field?
I run the police café.
Yes. It's, um,|the pantry is a disaster.
- Well, we can't have that.|- No.
Um, I'm gonna be|certified soon,
so if "you're a disorganized,|busy professional..."
You mean, um,|like Dr. Isles, here?
- Yes!|- Shall we start?
"Are you ready to conquer|the clutter?"
Yeah, well, um,|I'm just gonna check "yes."
- Look... stop.|- I don't care what you have to say.
Nah! Nah! I told them.|I'm the one that called it in!
Tell her.|I called it in.
He said he was with|a "Detective Vanilla."
Can't imagine why you didn't|just take his word for it.
It's all right.|He's with us.
He got to be here?
Well, I've been keeping my ear|to the street,
like you told me to,
and I hear about a junkie named|Viper with a bunch of cash.
- That must be Viper.|- That <i>was</i> Viper.
- What do you know about him?|- Dope fiend.
Okay, wait right here.
Hmm. .38 special.
Same caliber as the shooting.
Blood on the barrel.
Probably from pistol-whipping|Chris Dunbar.
I'll take that bet.
He mugs father and son,|uses the cash to buy dope,
and then O.D.'s|at a public picnic table.
What are you thinking?
I'm thinking that's odd,|aren't you?
Junkies don't shoot dope|out in the open.
They're like cockroaches.|They hide.
Ah, we're feeling better.
Your shoes match.
I was just tired last night.
You're still limping.
It's not important.
Well, can we go out on a limb
and say|that this junkie O.D.'d?
- Yes.|- Really?
Mm-hmm.|He overdosed on heroin.
This is from his syringe.|It tested at almost 80% purity.
80%? That's the good stuff.|Pure, non-cut...
How does a street junkie|get his hands on that?
- I got the print report here.|- Oh, can I see that?
Crime lab says junkie's syringe|had no fingerprints on it.
Died before he had a chance|to wipe them off.
Yeah, so someone|wiped them off for him.
- Well, you didn't even read it that time.|- It's nothing.
You're in a weird mood.
No. I'm not.
All right.|I got to go talk to my C.I.
You want to grab|a coffee afterwards?
No. I already had tea.
Did you meet|Dr. Isles' new hunk?
- What?|- Ian.
They think I was born yesterday.|He spent the night.
Okay, ma, that's really|none of your bus...
Ian spent the night?
Mm-hmm.|Didn't she tell you?
Don't they have cappuccinos?
Now tell me about Viper.
Where'd he get pure dope?
Mm. Tastes better|with foamed milk.
Crap.|Buy yourself some foam.
Now... pure dope.
Oh, word is it hit the street|six months ago.
Real good sh-- stuff.
And where's it coming from?
All right, um...
You call me if you hear anything,|all right?
I got you on speed dial,|Vanilla.
Ballistics confirmed the gun|we found on the dead junkie
was the murder weapon|used to kill Evan Dunbar
and beat up his son, Chris.
Well, what about|gunshot residue?
Did it confirm|that the junkie was the shooter?
No. The opposite. Very little|GSR on the dead junkie.
- So the gun was planted.|- Seems like it.
Well, maybe we're not|looking at a random mugging.
Maybe we're looking at a hit.
What do we know|about the victim's business?
Bostonia Shipping Logistics.|Our victim handled
freight and customs brokering|for small businesses.
- His son, Chris, worked for him.|- Is the company clean?
Very. Checked I.C.E., D.E.A.,|drug control unit.
Nothing.|Not a whiff of anything sketchy.
You said the son, Chris,|worked for the dad?
You think he had someone|beat his face to a pulp?
I don't know. I mean,|father owns the business.
If he dies,|the son inherits it.
So, a few blows to the face.
Dad's a widower,|Chris is an only child.
There's another relative.|Victim had a brother, Arthur.
Well, that's a prison mug shot.|What's he in for?
Mandatory 10 years|for dealing cocaine.
Oh, wait. Look at this.
Company's clean,|but the victim wasn't.
He was indicted|with his brother.
Yeah, but look.|Evan didn't do time.
Because the D.A.|gave him immunity
for testifying|against his brother, Arthur.
Damn. Our victim|put his own brother away.
When does Arthur get out?
Six weeks ago.
Probably pretty pissed off|after 10 years in the slammer.
That's a good motive for murder.|Let's bring him in.
Won't be easy.|Guy's off the grid.
No driver's license, no bank accounts.|Not seeing anything.
Get creative.|We got to find him.
It's Maura.|She got something on the Vic.
Evan Dunbar had an odd residue
on his shoe bottoms and pant|cuffs... cyanoacrylate powder,
used almost exclusively|in nail salons.
So our shooting victim visited a|nail salon before he was killed.
It appears so, although|his nails didn't look like
they've ever been touched|by an emery board.
Is that Ian?
Uh, let's go and take a look|at the victim's nails.
Yes, it was Ian.|He's just an old friend.
Hm. His cuticles|have never been cut.
I'd say he's never had|a manicure.
You don't have to tell me|about Ian.
It's none of my business.
I'm not <i>not</i> telling you|about him.
He just stopped by|this morning.
I heard he stopped by|last night.
Uh [Sighs] He lives in Africa.
Uh, let me know|if you find anything else
in the case, you know,|that's not <i>complicated.</i>
I mean, who am I to help you|with your <i>complicated</i> love life?
Have a fabulous time reading|your love texts in private.
No, Jane. Jane, wait. Wait.|It's nothing.
It's nothing. Look.
"Ahune eetepeeah|wesete aberene"
he just said,|"guess what we'd be doing
if we were|in Ethiopia right now."
That doesn't sound complicated.
I killed Korsak with your scalpel.
I contaminated|all your DNA samples.
I snuck into your closet,
and I put all your shoes|in different boxes.
- What?!|- Never mind.
What? No. Jane.|Jane, wait.
Wait, wait. I'm sorry.
Let me at least|take a look at your foot.
Oh, no. I don't think we're|close enough for that anymore.
Please?|I'm... I'm sorry. Okay?
You'll <i>really</i> sorry|when my toe kills me.
Don't touch it.
Okay, you have|acute onychocryptosis.
Do I need to update my will?
Ingrown toenail.|You need a minor procedure.
Okay, you do it.
Me? I don't do surgery.
It's not a kidney transplant,|Maura. Just do it!
Not gonna ask.
What... is it?
Chris Dunbar|is checking out of the hospital.
How? He was in|critical condition yesterday.
Can you believe the insurance|company is kicking him out?
Yeah. They said if I can|get myself to the bathroom,
then I don't need a hospital.
Any news on the case?
We're working some leads.
Your father|ever go to a nail salon?
My father? No. No, he wasn't|that kind of guy. Why?
Come on, Aidan.
Let's go outside.|We'll meet daddy out front.
Did your father and you ever|have any personal difficulties?
No. No,|we always got along.
What about business|disagreements?
Why would you be asking me this?|We were mugged.
It's possible it wasn't random.
Can you think of anyone that might|have wanted to hurt your father?
No. No one.
How about your Uncle Arthur?|Have you seen him recently?
No. I haven't...
I haven't seen my Uncle|since he went to prison.
And did he ever threaten|your father?
I mean, they had|their issues, but no.
I mean, I--|I don't believe
Arthur would kill|his brother or hurt me.
There's... just no way.
Take good care of yourself.
- We'll be in touch.|- Thanks.
Pretty crummy insurance, just|throwing him out in that condition.
Well, he has minimal coverage,|but he's covered till tomorrow.
Why'd his doctors|release him, then?
They didn't.|He's leaving A.M.A.
Against medical advice.
So why'd he lie?
Yeah, and why is he|in such a hurry to get out?
I had a mani-pedi once.
So <i>you're</i> <i>that kind of guy.</i>
Had to get close|to a drug dealer
who did business|over pedicures... got a fungus!
Did you at least|make the arrest?
He got four years.|I got yellow toes.
Here he comes.
What's he doing?
I don't know.
He's in a hurry|to go somewhere.
He's pulling a container|out of customs' holding.
Must be pretty important.
Look at the guy.|He's having trouble walking.
Yeah. Something smells.
We got to get a look|in that container.
I need you to get me|a search warrant.
What's going on?
We were gonna ask you|the same thing.
We need to take a look|inside the container.
I got the manifest...|Ugh!
Rats! There's|rats in there.
"Ooh, eek! A rat!|Help! Help! Help!"
What's the shipment?
Deliveries from China|for four different
You got a toy store,|jewelry store,
furniture store, and...
"Lee's Nail Spa."
Wow. That's something since our|victim was in a nail salon
before he was killed.
Stay away from nail salons.
Stop talking|about your nasty toes.
At least I'm not afraid|of rodents.
Nothing. No drugs.|Damn it.
We got to find time|to go through all the boxes.
I think the clock ran out.
We can't seize the container|without probable cause.
Then we got|to find something fast.
You said that your father|had never been in a nail salon.
Yeah, he hasn't.
All right,|well, one of your clients
owns a nail salon.
You're delivering a shipment|to "Lee's Nail Spa."
Yeah, I don't know|all of our clients.
All right, but I did|just speak to my attorney.
Now, unless you found any drugs,|which you won't,
you need to release|this container back to me.
Port agent says you've never|signed for a container before.
This one must be special.
This business feeds my family,
and now it's all I have left|of my father.
So, yeah, I'm gonna take care|of our clients.
I got a whole shipment|of these.
Good, 'cause he's hiding|something.
Nice save, Frost.
These studded bracelets|are illegal in Massachusetts.
So? They're for a shop|in new Hampshire.
Punk rock accessory|in new Hampshire,
dangerous weapon|in Massachusetts.
I'm so sorry. We're gonna have to|impound this entire container.
You gonna hear|from my attorney.
Call CSRU.|We take everything.
What are you doing here?
My toe.|It's killing me.
Unless it's given you|a staph infection,
it's hardly killing you.
I'm...So sorry|to barge in.
No, it's okay.
Hey, you must be Jane Rizzoli.
Let me get you a glass of wine.
Okay. Thank you.|Uh, you must be Ian.
Jane needs a phenolisation|procedure.
Ooh, then you're gonna want|a lot of wine.
I'd better open another bottle.
Did you come over here|to check up on me?
Oh, yeah, I rubbed bad germs
all over my ingrown toenail|so I could spy on you.
Um, Maura, I can't find|the corkscrew.
Your mother has been doing|some organizing for me.
Oh, God, can't she find|a slob to...
I'm so sorry.
She alphabetized everything.
So now corkscrew|is next to the chopsticks.
Hey, um, let me, uh, see|that foot while I open the wine.
What can I use|to do the procedure?
Huh? Oh, I-I-- I thought|Maura was gonna do it.
Uh, Ian is much more qualified.
I just got a new pair|of carbon steel pruning sheers.
But would that be under|"c" or "s"?
I guess that makes sense.|"P" for "pruning."
Cute. What, are you|gonna cut off my toe?
It's pretty much the same tool
the podiatrists use.
Okay, so I'm gonna need|some Betadine
and a topical anesthetic spray.
Well, you've got your own|traveling pharmacy over there.
Uh, Ian is taking|some supplies back to Africa.
This is gonna feel|a little bit cold.
Oh-kay.|No, that's fine.
Oh, I'll need, uh,|a toothpick, too.
What... what...|What for?
Now hold still 'cause|this might pinch a little bit.
You really got a grip on it,|don't you, doc?
When do I take|the toothpick out?
It's keeping the nail|away from the wound.
It might smart a little.
No, what, really?
Because you dug into my toe|with pruning sheers?
The periungual's sensitive.
Are you sure you don't want|to stay for dinner?
Um, no, no,|I've lost my appetite.
You two kids have fun.
Oh, hey. You're looking|for Dr. Maura Isles.
Give it to me.|I'll take it to her.
What?|It's from Ian.
Wow. Two-buck Chuck|and three rolls of toilet paper.
She's more secretive about|this one, isn't she?
Hurts your feelings
that she's|not confiding in you.
I'm sorry, sweetheart.
I don't care.
You know, I... I don't need|to know <i>every</i>detail
of her personal life.
It's all right.|But she usually tells you.
He seems charming.
But, you know, those are the|ones you have to worry about.
I got a really weird vibe|from him.
He was unpacking boxes.
And then when he saw me,|he just closed 'em all up.
It was like...
That's your cop gut.|Maybe he's a criminal.
I don't know.
Well, he is Australian.
Uh, aren't they all|descended from crooks?
Ma, that was|like 200 years ago,
and I don't think|we can hold that against him.
You know, while I'm|in there organizing,
I could poke around.
Please don't do that.
I hear you loud and clear.|You need deniability.
That must be from Ian.
This Ian really knows|how to woo a girl.
When we did relief|work together in Ethiopia,
we'd talk about what we'd give
for some cheap wine|and toilet paper.
How come you never told me|about him?
I'm sure I have.|You must've forgotten.
Thanks for this.
Chris Dunbar's not happy|we impounded his shipment.
He's threatening legal action|if we don't release it.
Any luck|finding Uncle Arthur?
Nothing from Social Security.
No phone,|not any paying utilities.
Well, what about a...|A... a discount card,
a pharmacy,|a sweepstakes entry?
Everybody signs up|for something.
I'll keep digging.
So we're back|to that one lead... nails.
Well, we know our victim was in|a nail salon before he died.
And we know he shipped supplies|for Lee's Nail Spa.
Let's go talk to "Lee."
Yes, that's Mr. Dunbar.
We wondered what happened|to our supplies.
And you two|are business partners?
How long have you been using|his shipping service?
A few years.|Good prices, reliable.
He was a nice man.|Your supplies come from China?
Yes, uh, you'd be amazed|what the profit margin is
on hand oils and candles.
Excuse me.|Mani-pedi today?
Handy we both have|toe problems.
We're in a nail salon.
How about|a complimentary service?
No, sorry. We're not allowed|to accept gifts.
And plus my friend here|had a bad experience.
Ah, gives the industry|a bad name.
I've tried everything...
Mouthwash, vapor rub,|hemorrhoid cream.
- R-- hemorrhoid cream?|- I'd do anything to get rid of it.
So you can wear|your strappy sandals?
Use this, three times a day.
112 bucks?!|Small price to pay.
Never doubt the|power of greed.
- I never do. Did you find Uncle Arthur?|- You were right.
He filled out a Publisher's|Clearing House entry.
Gave them his work address.
Evan's dead?|What happened?
Where were you|two nights ago around 9:00 P.M.?
I was working here.|My shift ends at 11:00.
What happened to my brother?
We were hoping you|may have had a thought.
- No, we really haven't been in touch.|- Since he testified against you.
I don't harbor hard feelings.
But you didn't reach out to him|after 10 years in prison.
I was going to.
I just needed to get|my feet on the ground.
Evan was the responsible one.
He took over the business|when dad died.
He worked hard.
He found a way to make|a little profit.
But not a big enough profit.|Is that when the two of you
- started dealing coke?|- Evan had nothing to do with that.
But he|testified against you.
Seems like that might|have made you angry.
He had no choice, okay?|I told him to.
What about your nephew? When's|the last time you saw Chris?
I'm a convicted drug dealer.
I figured a little distance|was good for everybody.
Now it's too late.
This is the last|of the container.
They've been through|everything.
So we have no evidence,
and our best suspect,|Uncle Arthur,
has three witnesses
who put him|at his auto repair job
at the time of the murder.
Their coats are glossy.
They ate rat poison, Maura.
No, this isn't|from rodenticide.
Even fast-acting poison|takes a few days.
These rats died immediately|after ingesting something.
Something in the container.
Maybe you should do an autopsy.
Technically, it's a necroscopy.
Well, let's not tell|the taxpayers
what we're doing|with their tax dollars.
Got another delivery|for you, doc.
Uh, can you put it|in my office, please?
What is that?
Who fixed your toe.
How is your toe?
How is your conscience?
What are you doing?|Who <i>is</i> this guy?
Why are you being so weird?
Why are you turning|into a snoopy dog?
Do you mean Snoop Dogg|or Snoopy, the dog?
Either way, I'm insulted.
to find out|what killed your rats?
Okay, that is <i>so</i> not fair.
High levels of diacetylmorphine|in the rats' blood.
Heroin.|The rats O.D.'d.
I've heard of cases|where smugglers
soak clothes in liquid heroin.
Both rats|had grayish blue fibers
in their stomachs.
They ate the blankets|in the container.
How much do you want to bet
this thing|is soaked in liquid heroin?
Nothing.|I don't bet if I can't win.
But why didn't the drug dog|hit on the scent?
Because the scent of any animal|would throw the dogs off.
So fill the container|with rats.
I bet Chris Dunbar|thought he'd figured out
how to smuggle heroin|into the country.
- I want my lawyer.|- Better be a good one.
We just found $2 million|worth of heroin
in your container.
- You don't understand.|- So explain.
Start with your father's murder
and finish when you get to the|part about the dead junkie.
I get a phone call.
I want to talk to my lawyer.
Be my guest.
Ian is a spy.
What did you do, ma?
I found passports|from different countries
all with his photo|and all with different names.
You shouldn't|have done this, ma.
What is that smell?
It's my foot solution.
It's like a skunk made love|to a farting dog.
Hey, I'm fighting|a war down here.
What is the smell?
Combat under his desk.
Did you poke around|in Chris Dunbar's finances?
Just found a transaction he completed|this morning that makes no sense.
Looks like he took out a line|of credit on his business
- so he could withdraw 2 million bucks.|- Right before we arrested him?
- Yeah.|- Wait. It <i>does</i> make sense.
Heroin we impounded|is worth about $2 million.
Yeah. And if Chris doesn't|deliver the drugs,
he's got to deliver the cash.
Who's his lawyer?|He called him from downstairs.
I'll check the phone records.
Can you have your Interpol|contact run these names?
Ian Smith.|Ian Walters. Ian Franklin.
Mm. Same guy. I think|he's Australian national.
You think there's an|Australian connection here?
You're not gonna believe this.
Chris didn't call a lawyer.
Who'd he call?
He dialed his own cell.
Well, we better find|who has that phone.
Come on.|We'll take Maura's car.
What's wrong with yours?
It's a cop car.
Prius is a great|undercover vehicle.
Mm. So quiet I can hear your|toenails crying back there.
Well, don't take off|your shoes.
Okay, GPS tracking|shows the phone
is moving down that alley.
It's coming right at us.
My interpol contact|has something for you.
Your Australian is wanted|for questioning.
Hello, Uncle Arthur.
Looks like he's headed|right back to the nail salon.
Take the back.|We'll get the front.
Give me the money!
I don't like this.
Drop the gun!|Now!
Put it down!|Put it down!
Frost, get an ambulance.
Victor 810.|I need EMS down here.
It's all right.|It's all right.
Okay, okay. The paramedics|are on their way.
He has Emma and Aidan.
- Chris' wife and son?|- Yes.
- Who has them? Who?|- I don't know.
He killed my brother.
- He wants the money.|- Where are they? Where are they?
She's the only one that knew.
Lee had a business partner.|Ted.
I don't know who Ted is.
All right.|Please, you have to help me.
We cannot find|your wife and child
if you're just gonna sit here
and keep lying to us, Chris.
All right. Wait.
How long have|you and your father
been moving heroin|in those containers?
He had nothing to do with it.
All right, it was all me.
Right, and|it was just this one time.
And Lee was your connection?
My father introduced me|to all of his clients.
And Lee, she said|that she had a way
for me to make some easy money.
By smuggling dope.
- Yeah.|- Yeah, as you can see, a real easy way
to make a couple million bucks.
It would have worked, too,
except my father,|he was so precise.
He noticed on the manifest
that the container from China|was off by 50 pounds.
Because you put 50 pounds of|heroin-soaked blankets inside.
We found some residue|from the nail salon
on your father's clothing.
He went to see Lee
the day he was shot, didn't he?
Yeah.|I told him not to go.
But he said|that there was no way
that he was gonna accept|delivery of her container.
Well, got him killed.
Maybe you should have|talked to us.
Oh, come on.|I couldn't talk to you.
The guy who shot my dad,|he said I was next
if I didn't get him|the container.
And what did he look like?
I didn't see his face.
I'm telling you the truth!
Did you tell|your Uncle the truth, too?
You nearly got him killed.
He was just trying to help.
All right, I called him|when my family was taken.
All right, I didn't know|what else to do.
Arthur said|that he would do it.
All right, he said that|he would bring Lee the money.
And you let him.
Please, you have to find|my family, right?
They didn't do|anything wrong.
It's Maura.|She says she's got something.
Lee had a poultry mite|infestation on both arms.
Clearly it's a few months old.
How?|She worked in a nail salon.
What, she get it|from a customer?
No. She could only contract it|if she worked around poultry.
- Like a slaughterhouse or a packing plant?|- Maybe there's a slaughterhouse
or a packing plant|next to the nail salon.
Check it, Frost.
Well, she'd need a place|to process the heroin.
Yeah. She'd need|a chemical bath,
a heating source,|drying tables.
Only one slaughterhouse|in the Boston area.
Right near the nail salon.
Health department shut it down|six months ago.
Utilities are still on.
Good place|to dry out your heroin
and hide people.
Speaking of hiding,
Ian is wanted for questioning|by interpol for stealing drugs.
You've been investigating me?
Where are they?!
Go to hell.
Let's do it again.|Where are they?!
I'm gonna count to three.
You don't have the guts.
You don't know her at all.
In the freezer in the back!
You okay?|They're in the freezer.
Not enough of a profit margin
on hand oils and candles,|huh, Ted?
Hey. It's okay.|It's okay.
I harbored a fugitive.
So go ahead and arrest me.
Because you won't be able|to arrest him?
Man, you got it bad.
You know when people talk|about the loves of their lives?
You never, ever|mentioned him.
'Cause I try to forget him.
I'm sorry, Maura.
I shouldn't have done|what I did.
It's none of my business.
I just... I can't...
I can't talk about him.
I can't.|With anybody.
Because it makes me so sad.
I mean, how can you...|How can you love someone
and not be able to be|with them?
Well, why can't you|be with him?
Because he went back to Africa.
Well, you could go to Africa.
You know, his crime|is risking his life
to bring drugs|and basic supplies
to places that nobody|cares about.
And I helped him,|so go ahead and arrest me.
The first person|I'm gonna arrest is my mother.
What, really?|"High ball glasses"?
When is the last time|you had a high ball?
She rearranged my closet, too.
No.|Not the closet.
She threw away my shoe boxes.
Well, now, that a crime.
You want me to take you|to the airport?
You want me to sit with you|till you feel better?
But first can you arrest|your mother?
It will be okay.