[crickets chirping]
[breathing heavily]
[coughs]
[rustling]
[sighs]
[screaming]
[wings flapping]
[clang in distance]
[breathing heavily]
[water trickling]
[breathing heavily]
[toy squeaks]
[gasping]
[soft music plays]
[birds chirping]
[baby cooing]
[alarm blaring]
[gasps] [blaring continues]
[gasping]
[blaring stops]
That is a very vivid dream.
Yeah. What do you think it means?
Probably nothing.
Though the physical changes that your body is going through
can enhance any underlying emotional instability.
So, you're saying that I'm nervous about having the baby?
I would be. Look, you're pregnant.
You know, your body is producing a cocktail of hormones.
Right now, human chorionic gonadotropin
is facilitating the production of estrogen and progesterone.
Estrogen causes breast enlargement. It's also responsible
for a lack of interest in sex during pregnancy.
So bigger boobs and no sex?
That's a guy's worst nightmare.
- Oh. - Mnh-mnh-mnh.
- I will kill you. - Caffeine bad.
Death worse.
- Maura! - Let go. [sighs]
[sighs]
- When are you gonna tell Casey? - Not today.
I don't even know how I feel about it yet.
Well, take your time. It's a very big discussion.
Mmm! This is good.
- Did you use the sulawesi? - I hate you.
- Good morning! - Maura: Good morning, Angela.
- Hey. - Hey, Ma.
What are you so worried about?
You know, what kind of mother you'll be? How it will affect your work?
No, I'm afraid I'm gonna turn into my mother.
Oh, well, that's just free-floating anxiety.
That's not based in any reality. Don't give in to it.
You look different, Jane.
- Bad sleep. - New eyeliner.
What's going on? [chuckling]
- Nothing. - Coffee's good.
Coffee's great.
- You want a cup? - No, I'm ... I'm good.
Maura: Tell her.
What, right now? What are you, nuts? No.
- Why not? - Because...
Because!
Because of the wonderful things she does?
[chuckles]
What are you two whispering about?
- Sore throat. - We're not whispering.
[cellphones vibrate]
[sighs] Thank god.
[cellphones beep]
- Rizzoli. - Isles.
- All right. - Ma, we gotta go.
[cellphones beep]
Um, you know, you should just...
Ah! That's nice!
I've been trying to get her to wear her hair back.
- You should try it. - Would you get ...
What do you call a nightmare
that happens to you when you're awake?
That couldn't happen.
- Just did. Bye, Ma. - Angela: Bye, girls.
5x01 - A New Day
Would that be so bad ... becoming a little like your mother?
[scoffs] I mean, nuclear war is worse, but it's close.
It's terrifying, Maura! [chuckles]
Fear is an essential part of our survival. It keeps us alert.
Oh, great. So, no caffeine in the morning.
Just a big old cup of fear. [chuckles]
I happen to think that your mom was a very great mother.
Well, that's because you weren't around
- when she was doing the mom-ing. - Yeah, but I see the result.
And I think that you're gonna take
all the best of what she did and do it even better.
- I'll try. - Morning. The victim's ...
- Hey, you look different. - You look good.
- Thanks, I think. - You're wearing a suit.
- Detectives are observant. - Who's the woman?
How did you know the victim was a woman?
I'm talking about you and the woman you're dressing up for.
Can't a man upgrade his look without a woman being involved?
I don't think so, no.
Well, usually, the male ornaments himself to attract a female.
Well, take, for instance, the sage-grouse or the quetzal.
The victim's Susan Murphy, 38, multiple stab wounds.
She was out jogging. Robbery's not a motive.
She had a $20 in her pocket, credit card, along with I.D.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Good morning. - Yes, to you... too.
[clears throat]
You are aware that you've met before?
You look sharp. New woman?
Maura: He says he's upgrading his look.
- I don't believe it. - What do you think?
[camera shutter clicks]
She bled out internally.
- It's a vicious attack. - Maybe a predator?
- Hmm. - What?
There's a slight crease, almost a burn, from friction.
Someone holding her wrist?
Well, looks more like something was ripped off her.
- A bracelet? - Could be.
- Maura. - So, it's not about a woman?
Of course it's about a woman.
You don't think I dressed up for you, do you?
Could that be what left the mark on the victim's wrist?
It's possible. What's it from?
[sighs]
No, no. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Over here!
- She was jogging with her baby. - The baby's missing.
[camera shutter clicks]
Man: We're fine. Don't worry about it.
Okay, Maura, thanks. Let me know what you find.
[cellphone beeps]
The divers have gone through the lake.
Lots of tires and mattresses, a bowling ball, no baby.
Okay.
They finished the line search of the woods.
No evidence, no body, nothing.
[police radio chatter]
If you were gonna kill a mother and her baby,
you'd do it here ... you'd leave the bodies here.
T-taking the bodies away would just create problems.
You got potential witnesses who see you
carrying the bodies away, blood trails.
- So, if there's no body... - Maybe we're looking for a live kid.
- Jane: Hi. - Frankie: Hey.
Brian Murphy. 10 days shy of his first birthday.
[sighs]
Okay, let's check all the hospitals and fire stations,
any safe haven where someone might have turned in a baby.
We did. No babies last night.
Okay, let's get an amber alert out.
Already done, and we've got uniforms with Brian's picture
out to all the bus stations and airports.
Make sure they canvass the area around the park, all right,
as well as his own neighborhood. Somebody saw something.
We're talking to everyone, Jane.
Good, 'cause he can't talk to anybody.
[sighs]
What do we have?
Susan Murphy, daughter of William and Patricia,
local girl born at Brigham and women's hospital,
grew up right by Fenway Park. Got a full scholarship to B.C.U.,
where she was a star cross-country runner
and captain of the track team.
She wrote code for a software company.
Susan worked from home so she could take care of her son.
Neighbors say Brian was colicky,
but she ran every night to help him get to sleep.
- She sounds like a good mom. - Yeah. She was.
No police record.
Solid citizen.
Well-liked.
- Husband, boyfriend? - Don't know yet.
Money problems? Relatives?
Yeah, I-I'm working this thing as fast as I can.
- Which is not fast. - Garcia: Is Detective Frost in?
- No, he's on vacation. - Oh. When's he coming back?
Uh, he's driving back today. He'll be in tomorrow.
Can I help you with something?
- I doubt it. - Well, try me.
Well, the detective's been helping me
organize all my observations and notes
from patrol into a database which I can cross-reference
with other officers and update from my phone.
His whole system's so complicated, I'm afraid to touch it myself.
Any chance you can input these for me?
Uh... it might be better if Detective Frost handled that himself.
We'll let the detective know you're looking for him.
- Great. Great. Thanks. - Sure.
Susan Murphy has a sister in Maine. She's on her way in.
Susan also has an ex-husband,
and it looks like the breakup wasn't pretty.
Multiple filings in the case of Susan Murphy vs. Raymond Murphy.
I guess we need to pay him a visit.
- [gasps] Hi. - Hey. What are you giving me?
- Broiled fish with kale. - For breakfast?
It's very healthy. I thought you might be hungry.
- Sounds delicious. - You don't eat anything
- unless it's covered in sugar or grease. - I've changed my diet.
- Is he seeing a new girl? - He's upgrading his look.
Oh, he's got a new girl. [elevator bell dings]
- Thanks for the fish. - Yeah, sure.
- Thanks, Ma. - Hmm.
[knocking on door]
Raymond Murphy? This is Boston police.
Come on, Mr. Murphy, open up.
- We're gonna need a warrant. - We need to get in there.
Yeah. I'll call Judge o'Connell. He's fast.
And he liked the Scotch I sent him for his birthday.
I'll pour him a glass myself
if he can get us a warrant before noon.
[sighs]
- You know, that doesn't help. - It makes me feel better.
[sighs] [elevator bell dings]
Raymond: Oh, come on. You never get that.
[both laugh]
Excuse me.
Raymond Murphy. Boston police.
Uh... okay, is my truck too close to hydrant? I thought it was just clear.
No, it's got nothing to do with your truck.
- Can we talk inside, please? - What's going on?
- Korsak: Who are you? - Caitlin, Ray's girlfriend.
Is something wrong?
- Susan's dead? - Oh, my god.
It doesn't make any sense.
W-why? Who would want to hurt Susan?
Mr. Murphy, I have to ask. We saw all the filings of your divorce.
- It seemed pretty... - Contentious.
It was a divorce.
And, yes, it was bad. Aren't they all?
Wait. You think I killed Susan because we got divorced?
That doesn't make any sense.
I moved on with Caitlin.
Wait a minute. Where's Brian?
- Mr. Murphy ... - Is he at the station?
- W-wha... who's taking care of him? - Take a seat.
Please, just tell me where my son is!
- We don't know. - Please sit down.
We have every available officer out looking for him.
[gasps]
Why don't you tell us where you were last night?
- Me? Why? - They need an alibi.
For me?! I-I told you that I don't ...
T-they're just doing their job.
We, um ... we took the mass pike out to Chicopee
- to visit Ray's mom. - Korsak: The toll road.
- You have an e-zpass? - Yeah. My mom has dementia.
She's in a memory-care facility ... Evergreen.
- So they'll have a record of your visit? - No. [sighs]
A truck overturned down near Springfield.
We sat in traffic forever.
By the time we got to Chicopee, visiting hours were over.
Can you think of anyone who would want to harm Susan?
Susan? No. No.
And how would you describe your relationship with her?
[sighs]
We got past all the lawyers and figuring out the alimony.
W-we were fine.
She was a great mom.
Okay, then.
Uh, there are some techs that are on their way over.
They'll be here to monitor the phones in case someone calls for ransom.
Ransom? Y-you think someone might ...
We're exploring all options.
Wait a minute. I want to help find Brian.
I-I can help search for him or make phone calls or fliers or ...
We're looking everywhere, okay?
If you'd like to come down to the station to wait for news,
if that makes you feel better, that's fine.
Yeah, let's go. Come on. Let's go.
[door opens]
- Lungs sustained repeated punctures. - How's it going?
- Slow. - I can't do slow.
Well, I'm not asking you to.
- That's cute. - Maura, come on.
This is really important that I ... it's really ...
- Jane, are you all right? - Are you using some...
new, powerful, super-smelly chemicals in here?
Uh, no. Same as usual.
[gags]
Sink! Sink!
[coughs]
Oh, god. I'm turning into frost.
You know, your heightened level of estrogen
produces an increased sensitivity to strong odors.
It's an evolutionary adaptation to ensure
the mother doesn't ingest toxins that could harm the baby.
[groans]
- Okay, what have you found out? - Let's step outside.
No, no, no, I'm ... I'm fine. I'm fine.
No, you won't be if I have to wet-mop my floor.
- [groans] Want some water? - Um... no, no.
Um, just tell me about the autopsy.
Well, it was a rageful attack ... 17 stab wounds.
Hmm. Uh, any physical evidence to link us to the attacker?
Nothing yet, though there is a possible sexual element
to the stab penetrations.
Sometimes they indicate an attacker who's impotent
or otherwise incapable of having intercourse.
Hmm. I mean, I was thinking
that someone killed Susan to steal her baby,
but maybe the murder was only about Susan.
Well, someone could have taken the baby after she was dead.
[sighs]
This is hard for you, isn't it, just looking for a missing baby?
- Mm, of course it is. - No, I-I mean harder because...
Yes, Maura. And I need to find Brian.
And I can't find Brian until I find the killer.
And I can't find the killer...
- Until I finish the autopsy. - Right.
Well, I would love to, but I keep getting interrupted.
Jane. Uh, there's something you need to see
on the sex-offender registry.
[clears throat] Okay, I'll be right up.
- Yeah. Hey. - Hey.
[clears throat]
- Hey. - Hey.
[footsteps depart]
Four "hey"s? What the hell was that?
I smell something, Maura.
And it has nothing to do with hormones!
[indistinct conversations]
What do you got?
This is a map of the neighborhood around Baxter Park.
- Mm-hmm. - Show her. [computer beeps]
And these are all the pedophiles around it.
- You got to be kidding. - I wish.
[sighs] All right.
- Talk to them ... talk to all of them. - Well, that's a lot of people.
I can narrow it down. The playground Susan
took Brian to every day is in Baxter Park.
It's also where she handed Brian over to Ray on visitation days.
I checked for suspicious activity around the playground.
A nervous mom reported a man
taking pictures of children in the park four times.
Well, you can't be in that playground without a child.
Especially not this guy. [computer beeps]
Who happens to live across the street from Baxter Park.
[horn honks]
- Okay, 5A. Yeah. - That's it.
[baby crying]
- Boston police! - Freeze!
[crying continues]
Why are you doing this?
You're a pedophile living near a playground.
I was convicted of an offense or two many years ago,
but I served my time.
One of the conditions of your probation is that you not
live within 500 yards of a gathering place for children.
That playground was built two years ago.
I have lived in the same apartment for 16.
I'm grandfathered into the neighborhood.
We'll see how your probation officer feels about that.
He retired. His replacement never contacted me.
Explain this.
Well, it's not finished yet, so don't judge the quality.
It needs music and a trim where his mother is changing him.
Or a close-up.
- You know ... - Lose the attitude,
or lose your freedom, all right?
It's my job. People bring me a box of tapes.
I create a wonderful movie of their child's early years.
It's a very valuable service and a good living.
Who hired you to make the DVD of Brian?
His mother. I was to deliver it on his birthday.
- And where did you meet his mother? - In Baxter Park.
- I gave her my card. - Where were you last night?
A client asked for some last-minute changes
to a birthday video for his daughter.
I was with him in my apartment until 11:00.
We're gonna need the name of your client.
Rob Brown. He'll speak very highly of me.
He's a repeat client. I've... done all of his children.
Mnh-mnh, mnh-mnh, mnh-mnh.
[Korsak sighs]
- Mr. Murphy. - Yeah?
- Have you seen this man before? - No.
- Okay. - W-wait a minute. Is this the guy?
- Right now, he's just someone we're talking to. - Look, don't bullshit me!
- Is this the guy that took my son?! - Mr. Murphy. Mr. Murphy.
- Is this the guy?! - Mr. Murphy.
- Please, just tell me, is this the guy?! - Mr. Murphy!
I need to you to calm down.
My son is missing. You know what that's like?
No, I don't.
[sighs]
But I can imagine it's horrible.
Right now, we're doing everything we can to find Brian.
But if we have to take care of you, that takes us away from the search.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Sorry. - N-no, just give me a minute.
[breathes deeply]
Wait here. [indistinct conversations]
- Where's Jane? - Interrogation room
with a pedophile who lives near the park.
Okay, uh, can you tell her to come down to autopsy
- when she's done? - Absolutely.
- We need to talk about our kiss. - Yes, we do.
- It can never happen again. - [sighing] And it won't.
I'm sorry, but... you're like a sister to me. [sighs]
I am so happy that you feel that way.
Because you are like a brother to me...
- with really soft lips. - Well, not as soft as yours.
- I use a moisturizing lip balm. - Isn't that cheating?
- The point is ... - I know.
Me too.
I'll tell Jane you were looking for her.
- Yeah. Thanks. - All right.
[sighs]
Okay, this is ridiculous.
I have been nothing but patient and cooperative.
Mr. Robbins, we cannot let you go.
- Then I need to speak to an at... - Look. We broke your door down.
I'm gonna send someone over to fix it.
You shouldn't be inconvenienced.
Well, that ... that's, uh, very kind of you.
Can I get you a cup of coffee while we wait?
- Sure. - I'll be right back.
[sighs]
[door closes]
Thank god you're in here and not in there.
Just... did the autopsy smell follow you in here?
No, but your hormones did. Jane, you should ...
I don't have a freaking clue where Brian is.
Nobody's seen anything. There's no physical evidence
- to tell us anything about the murderer. - Jane ...
All I've got is this creep in interrogation,
- and I don't think he took Brian. - Okay, I think that you should ...
And if his alibi checks out, then I'm back to square one
- with every known pedophile in Boston. - [slams desk] Jane.
You're interrupting me a lot!
Okay, your turn.
Chasing pedophiles like the guy you have upstairs
- isn't going to help you. - Why not?
The killer was a woman.
How sure are you about this?
- On a scale of one to Alpha Centauri? - If you have to.
- About a block from Alpha Centauri. - That's very sure.
Look ... the wounds are too shallow to penetrate the rib cage.
The killer didn't have a lot of upper body strength.
- Or he just wasn't that strong. - When Susan turned,
the killer didn't stab her in the face or the breasts.
That what happens when the killer's a woman.
[sighs] Anything else?
This wasn't random.
- What? She knew the killer? - The attack feels personal.
You know, the two stab wounds in the back and the first
two in the front were delivered when she was alive.
There were no wound tracks for the rest.
She was stabbed 13 times after she was dead.
So whoever did this hated Susan.
[door closes]
- Robbins: Is my door fixed? - Jane: We're waiting on the locksmith.
Um, can you tell me about Susan Murphy?
[sighs] I met her in the park.
I gave her my card. She called, brought tapes.
- I gave her a DVD. - Did she ever mention
troubles with friends or any other women at the park?
Didn't seem to have any friends.
As far as I could tell, her whole life
was about her kid ... and the kid's father.
A lot of shots of the father in that video.
[breathes deeply]
Would you mind, um... pointing out Brian's mom for us?
- She's not here. - You're sure?
Yeah, she was younger than these women.
She had red hair. She was pretty.
- Is this her? - Yeah, that's her.
That's the woman who ordered the video.
That's Brian's mother.
- Can I go now? - No.
I have an alibi. You spoke to my alibi, right?
We sure did.
You're under arrest for violating parole ...
failure of a registered sex offender
to report to his probation officer.
Dave Robbins, you have the right to remain silent. [sighs]
You have the right to an attorney.
If you can't afford one, the court will appoint one for you.
Ray's e-zpass registers at each toll booth
- from South Boston to Chicopee. - [sighs] It's an 87-mile trip.
Well, we got pictures of the car at four different booths.
Each of their cellphones
pings at towers on the way to Mrs. Murphy's nursing home,
two within five minutes of Susan's time of death.
- It's a tight alibi. - Jane. You got to see this.
Okay. Uh... check it again.
Check everything ... check their bank accounts.
Look for any unusual transfers. Maybe they got somebody else involved.
[sighs]
[indistinct shouting]
What do you think? Lover's quarrel?
Yeah, about who's taking the fall.
They wanted Susan dead.
Maybe Ray was feeling squeezed by the alimony payments.
And what about Brian? You saw his apartment.
- It's a shrine to the kid. - With Susan out of the way,
Ray would keep Caitlin, his son, and the money all to himself.
- Okay, I buy it, but where's Brian? - I think they put him somewhere.
They had a plan ... kill Susan, keep the baby.
But something went wrong.
If they tell us where he is, they go to jail.
Jane, Susan's sister is here. She's downstairs.
I told her we'd call when you're ready for her.
I'm ready.
I'm sorry. I know this is difficult.
Just a few more questions.
How was Susan and Ray's relationship?
[shakily] Fine. I mean, the divorce was hard.
[sniffles] But they got everything worked out ...
until Caitlin came along. [sniffles]
And what happened then?
Well, first, Ray started missing alimony payments.
He promised he'd catch up,
but he just kept falling further behind.
- Peter: And the drop-offs. - Oh, right.
Caitlin was always late dropping Brian off.
And last week, she called last-minute,
said that Brian didn't want to go back to Susan... at all.
T-that's crazy. He's a baby.
- Right. - Susan was so upset,
she called her lawyer and said... she wanted full custody.
Did Ray and Caitlin know that Susan wanted full custody?
Ray knew.
Um, she'd just hung up with him when she called me.
Okay. Thank you. You've both been very helpful.
- Detective Rizzoli. - Yeah?
You'll call us when you find my nephew?
You'll be the first call we make, okay? Hang in there. [sniffles]
[sighs]
- What? - Smell my perfume.
- You like it? - Mm-hmm.
It's strong.
No, it's not.
[indistinct conversations]
Caitlin MacCarthy.
She had a record as a teen, but it's sealed.
Some drug problems later, worked as a stripper.
Hmm, it's the all-american girl.
Susan was right to want to keep her away from Brian.
A mother's instinct is a powerful thing.
- Yeah, but their alibi still holds. - You got to see this.
Ray said he and Caitlin got stuck in traffic for hours
because of an overturned big rig.
- He's lying. - No, it was a huge mess.
But Ray drives a big-ass pickup truck from the '90s.
Oh, I had one like that ...
fire it up, back it out of the driveway,
you're down half a tank.
- Exactly. What did you drive? - Oh, I had ...
Click and clack, is there a point?
Even if he started out with a completely full tank of gas,
with all that idling with a trip like that ...
87 miles out, 87 back ... he'd need gas.
So I checked the times of his e-zpass stops.
Now, there were two pings at Sturbridge.
- He got off the pike. - There's a Chevron at the Sturbridge exit.
We got the security tapes from last night. Show them. [computer beeps]
Okay, freeze that. [computer beeps]
- Ray's truck? - Where's Caitlin?
Fast-forward.
[computer beeps]
Freeze. [computer beeps]
I checked the time code on the gas-station security tapes
with Ray's cellphone records.
That phone he's talking on right there...
- it's Caitlin's. - Ray took Caitlin's phone with him.
He made calls on it to establish cellphone-tower pings as an alibi.
So, Caitlin doesn't have an alibi
because she stayed in Boston and killed Susan.
Nice work, runt.
- [sighs] There's nothing. - Nothing?
No forensics tie Caitlin to the crime scene.
[sighs] That is one smart stripper.
You know, a lot of women work as strippers
to get themselves through college?
Which isn't so strange given the cost of higher education.
- Maura. - Well, I'm not advocating for the lifestyle.
Although I do envy anyone who works at a place
- where five-inch heels are required. - Maura, focus.
Right. Yes. I'm here.
[breathes deeply] We have no forensics.
[sighs]
But Caitlin wouldn't hurt Brian, you know?
I mean, she introduced herself as his mother.
Maybe she left him with a friend.
No, there'd be too many questions after Susan's death.
Caitlin put him someplace where he'd be found.
- Ray and Caitlin thought he'd be safe. - But he's not.
[sighing] Maybe... I don't know.
He's a baby. Who's looking out for him?
You are.
[sighs]
What's going on? Have you found Brian?
No. Uh, but we have some new ideas.
I... [sighs] it is... really hot in here.
I'm sorry about that. Um... here.
- I'll get us some water, okay? - Yeah.
Just hang tight.
I thought you were gonna break him.
That's exactly what I'm doing.
Why am I here?
Because you killed Susan Murphy.
What?
I was on the mass pike on my way to Chicopee!
Your phone was on the mass pike.
- You were in Boston in Baxter Park. - I was sleeping in the backseat.
Or maybe you were in Boston in Baxter Park.
It's Brian that I'm thinking about. You left him somewhere,
thinking he'd be found or turned in or taken care of.
[slams table] But he hasn't been!
Where did you leave him, Caitlin?!
- Ask the person who killed Susan. - I am!
I want a lawyer.
[scoffs]
[knock on door]
Angela. What a lovely surprise.
- Hello. - No, no.
What? Is something ... something wrong?
Why are yo..
I-I must say, this is striking me as slightly odd.
Et non dico mendacium quaestiones.
That's latin.
"Ask me no questions. I'll tell you no lies." [chuckles]
I wasn't sure what that meant.
My grandmother, Maria Maddalena Mazzone,
used to say it before she read people's minds.
- Oh, she was a psychic? - No, she made dresses.
But she could tell if you were lying
by running her fingers across the palm lines.
The palmar flexion creases.
Yours are a little sweaty.
Okay, don't worry. I won't ask you any questions
so you don't have to tell me any lies.
I know how hard that is for you.
Jane has a secret.
Maura, she's glowing.
She's not drinking any coffee,
and we know that her blood is 63% caffeine.
[breathing deeply]
Your palmar flexion creases are talking to me.
Well, they can't actually be talking.
[laughs] I knew it! I knew it! Jane's pregnant!
Wait! I didn't even say anything! [squeals]
Yes, youid, loud and clear.
No, no, no. Ange... Angela, please. She will kill me.
You cannot tell Jane that you heard this from me.
You have to let her tell you herself.
Of course.
You will? Y-y-you will wait?
Yeah, sure, no problem. I can keep a secret.
[laughs] [smooches]
I knew it!
I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!
- Have you found Brian? - No.
[sighs]
And I'll tell you why.
[sighs]
Because Caitlin stabbed Susan and took Brian.
And she left him someplace safe where he'd be found quickly.
It was a good plan.
Only we figured it out, and now you're going to jail, Ray.
The only question is whether or not
Brian will be alive to visit you when he's grown up.
[breathing shakily]
It is 58 degrees in here. It's getting dark outside.
The temperature is dropping. It's supposed to hit 49.
That's cold.
And your son, Brian...
your baby...
is out there somewhere...
alone.
Tell me where Caitlin put Brian.
Ray, I know you don't want him to die.
Please tell me.
[voice breaking] Near St. Ann's.
He's supposed to be at St. Ann's.
[indistinct conversations]
No baby has been brought here for weeks.
It's a very serious event.
The child would become a ward of the state.
Did anything unusual happen last night or this morning?
Yes, there was a small theft of... milk, several quarts.
Do you have any idea who took it?
No... uh, everyone knows where it is. Uh, we don't lock the pantry.
Has this ever happened before?
Occasionally, we have a problem with some of the medicines.
But milk? No. That's... unusual.
Thank you, father. You've been very helpful.
Uh, detectives.
Uh, I don't want anyone to get in trouble for this.
I assume that whoever took the milk needed it,
which is why it's there.
We're not interested in the milk, father.
We just need to speak to whoever took it.
So, we're looking for someone
familiar with this church and this shelter.
And homeless.
[dog barking]
[coughing]
[bottle clinks]
[grunts]
[bottles clink]
- Korsak. - I see it.
Oh, Boston police.
No, you can keep the milk, all right?
Just tell us where you got it.
Teri. She's my friend.
Look, can you describe her for us?
She's wearing a red hat. She was a looker in her day.
- So she's older? - Yeah.
Where does Teri go when she's not at St. Ann's?
- She camps out in Baxter Park. - Okay, thanks.
[fussing] This is gonna be your home for tonight, little angel,
and then, tomorrow we'll take a bus to Vermont.
Yes, I have a friend there who has a nice, warm room.
Oh, that's a good boy. That's a good boy.
Okay, now. You're gonna need this.
I know. It's kind of cold. I'm gonna fix it up for you.
There you go. Yes. Here you go.
Come on, little angel.
Now, don't go anywhere. Don't go anywhere
'cause aunt Teri's gonna be right back, sweetie.
Oh. Just stay right here.
Stay right here.
[Brian fusses]
- Jane: Teri! - Korsak: Has anybody seen Teri?
Do you know a Teri?
- Someone named Teri? - Teri!
Teri, Boston police.
Teri, Boston police! Has anyone seen Teri?
- Red hat! [gasps] - Teri, you're not in trouble!
Don't run!
Teri, we're here to help. Teri, Teri.
No, please. Don't hurt the baby.
[sobs]
[Brian fussing] Hey! Hey, bud!
Come here. [gasps]
Hey. Come on. Come on.
Shh, shh, shh. Shh, shh, shh.
Hush, angel. Hey. Hey, baby.
Hi, baby.
I found him at the church. He was all alone.
He was gonna freeze if I left him.
You kept him save and warm. You did good. [chuckles]
Hey, sweet boy.
Hi, sweet boy. Oh, my goodness.
- Oh, my goodness. - He's an angel.
- Where are you taking my client? - Not far.
Caitlin MacCarthy, this is Officer Jenkins.
You're under arrest for the murder of Susan Murphy
and the kidnapping of Brian Murphy.
You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say
can and will be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to consult an attorney...
All done with Ray?
Yeah, he's in holding, waiting for his lawyer.
You know, you see Ray and Caitlin on the street ...
they look like good people.
They look like they'd be great parents.
You see Teri on the street ...
you wouldn't want her anywhere near your kid.
Both cases, you'd be wrong.
You never know who's gonna be a good parent
till it's time for them to do the job.
- Yeah. - Detective!
[Brian fusses]
We're on our way home.
Everything go okay with child protective services?
We have temporary guardianship, and the rest is in the works.
- Thank you so much for everything. - Sure. I'll see you at the trial.
Julia? [chuckles nervously]
Is it ... is it okay if I... say goodbye to Brian?
Oh, yeah, of course. Here.
Look at that.
Oh, my goodness. Look at you.
Oh, come here. Oh, precious.
This is the lady that saved you.
[Brian coos]
- She'll be a good mom someday. - Jane?
All that loving with your new girl has got your brain scrambled.
She's not a girl. She's a woman.
- Kiki is... my life coach. - Ki... Kiki?
- What kind of name is Kiki? - It's short for Catherine.
And why do you need a life coach? Don't you know how to live?
I'm in my third act.
I just want to be sure I've explored all my options.
[elevator bell dings] Right now, she's got me studying for lieutenant.
Now, why would you want to be a lieutenant?
Because I won't have to
answer stupid questions from detectives.
You guys got a problem?
- No, n-not me. - Nope. No.
- What?! - I just wanted to see you.
[chuckles]
[grunts, smooches]
[cellphone ringing]
- Looking good, Vince. - Thanks, Angela. [chuckles]
[cellphone beeps] Korsak.
- What about me? - You could dress better.
What?
It's Maura.
[shakily] Frost was driving back from his mother's.
And there's been an accident. [Angela gasps]
[siren wails] [police radio chatter]
There's nothing you can do.
He's gone.
[gasps]