05x02 - …Goodbye

[bunniefuu]

[door opens]

Maura.

Sweetheart.

Good morning, Angela.

Hi.

How you doing?

Oh, I don't know.

[sighs] I don't know.

Go ahead, Maura. Let it out.

I'll get us some coffee.

A tragic accident like that... you never really see it coming.

[inhales deeply]

I am worried about Jane.

Her and Barry were so close, and... well, with the pregnancy and all those hormones ...

Shh! Shh.

Jane doesn't know that you know and she hasn't told anyone else, so you need to just ...

I know. Keep my trap shut. I will.

Doesn't mean that a mother can't worry.

She's always been so good about sympathizing with others.

But when it comes to her own feelings, she bottles everything up.

She needs to let it out. So do you.

You need a good cry, a big cry.

We will. In time.

Dabda.

Gesundheit?

The stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance.

It's from Elisabeth Kubler-Ross' seminal work in the mid-20th century.

Though current research shows that yearning is actually a more accurate expression of the final ...

Okay. That all sounds great. When's the crying start?

Hey. Morning, Ma.

Hi, honey.

Thanks for letting me stay over last night.

No problem. I didn't want to be alone, either.

Where you going?

To the station.

Don't you think it would be better to stay home and feel your feelings?

Ma, he loved his work.

He wouldn't want me to just curl up and stop doing mine.

I don't think that's what your mom's suggesting.

Maybe ... maybe you can sit down, have a cup of coffee?

Real coffee.

I can make us all some breakfast.

I'll take the coffee.

Oh, uh...

Thanks. See you later.

Wasn't that your vase?

[door opens] Yep.

Denial. [door closes]

Check.

[sighs]

5x02 - ... Goodbye

[sighs]

Good morning.

What are you doing here?

I have dealt with hundreds of homicides and the grieving relatives that go with them.

I can deal with this.

Really?

Because you had coffee in your pencil holder.

It's not a pencil holder. Maura was messing with me.

Go home.

[sighs] No.

Maybe I wasn't clear. I'm ordering you to go home.

You're ordering me?

Yes.

We don't have a case we're working on.

I'm the sergeant detective of this squad.

I have the authority to send you home.

Oh, if you think I'm gonna If I think you're not ... let you pull rank on me, it's not ...

Jane?

Mrs. Frost.

[sniffles] I'm sorry to interrupt.

[voice breaking] I...

I just didn't know where else to go.

[sniffling] Uh... okay...

[crying]

I'm so sorry.

And then the funeral director started asking me all these questions like did I want a viewing, should Barry wear his uniform, what kind of music should they play.

And I realized... I don't know.

How could you?

A couple of years ago, Barry sat me down and had me tell him what I wanted at my service.

It never dawned on me to ask about his.

[voice breaking] He was just so young.

Would you like us to take care of the service for you?

[sighs]

I couldn't ask you to do that.

You didn't ask. I volunteered.

Even his father can't get here. H-he's on a ship doing a support mission in the middle of the Pacific.

So... it would mean so much if you could help.

We'd be honored.

And of course we'll, uh, keep you in the loop on all the preparations.

Well... nobody knew my son better than you all did, so whatever you decide, I know it will be perfect.

Just what Barry would have wanted.

Well, now you got a reason to go home.

Vince, come on.

Please don't pull rank on me now, okay?

I know your heart is in the right...

g*n!

[g*ns cock]

Put your w*apon down.

Put it down.

Help me.

We'll help you as soon as you give us that g*n.

What's your name?

I-I don't know.

Okay. What kind of help do you need?

[voice breaking] I k*lled someone.

Who?

I don't know that, either.

[handcuffs click]

Well, I guess we got a case now.

How did you get here?

I, um... I walked by the deli, dry cleaner, and then I saw a policeman walk in here, so I-I followed him.

How about before that?

I-I don't know.

What city are we in?

Boston.

What's your favorite baseball team?

Red Sox.

You said you k*lled someone.

Did that happen in the day or the night?

I-I don't ... I don't know.

[elevator bell dings]

We just need it high enough so I can remove her clothes in private.

That was very considerate.

I'd hate to have to testify on why we undressed her in front of the entire Boston police force.

Amanda: Doctor?

Uh, after we've collected the clothing, take the tarp to evidence and make sure we process everything that fell off.

Mm-hmm.

Amanda's gonna remove your clothes and your shoes.

And we have scrubs and shoes for you to put on.

If you're cold, I can give you a reflective blanket.

O-okay.

I'm not going home.

Planning a funeral takes a lot of time.

She might have committed a m*rder or not.

He would have wanted me to stay on the job and figure out what happened.

Have you noticed that you won't say his name?

Barry Frost.

There. You happy, Dr. Freud?

Well, freud actually believed that everything was related to some repressed sexual desire.

I do not think that is the reason that you will not say Detective Frost's name.

I have to figure out who she is. I will talk to you later.

Probably shouldn't have said that.

[sighs]

All his years on the force, he's entitled to the pomp and circumstance, even if he didn't die in the line of duty.

Hey. I heard about Frost. It's a real shame.

He was a good man.

Yeah, he was. Thanks.

Look, I know everybody means well, but that's gonna be real tough to do 200 times today.

[sighs] And, yes, of course he deserves it.

Frost deserves a cop's funeral.

But if we go full pageant, then it becomes a photo op.

If it becomes a photo op, then everyone shows up ... the Cardinal, the Mayor.

Frost hated the Mayor.

He wrote in Bill "spaceman" Lee instead of voting for him.

Exactly.

Let's keep what Frost liked and ditch what he hated.

So no to the Mayor and... yes to bagpipes.

How did he feel about "Danny boy"?

Yes to bagpipes, no to "Danny boy." You be in charge of the music.

I don't know anything about music.

You want to do the eulogy?

You're good with music?

Hey, I volunteered for pictures.

Oh, I'm no good at pictures either.

Well, why don't you just let me know when you decide what you're least bad at?

Hey Jane. Your woman's fingerprints are a bust.

She wasn't in the database. But her g*n was recently fired.

Any dead bodies lying in the street that are in need of a suspect to go with them?

Wouldn't that be convenient?

Well, missing-persons' reports matching her description?

No.

Uninvestigated g*nshots anywhere in the greater Boston area?

Oh, come on.

We all know she's faking amnesia to set up a mental-incapacitation defense for a m*rder trial.

Probably. But she was covered in blood and had no visible injuries.

I mean, based on volume alone, someone is dead or going to be soon if we don't find them.

[beep] No sh*ts. At least not that sh*t alert picked up.

Okay. Let's get her picture to all roll calls, see if we can track her in the homeland security cameras.

You all know Roger Wise, the department grief counselor.

Roger: I was very sorry to hear about Detective Frost.

I'm here to help any way I can.

So, I can't force any of you to talk to Roger about this tragic auto accident. But I can force you to sit with him for 30 minutes, talk about anything you like.

So, who's first?

I-I got to distribute the photo.

I got to check out the cameras.

I'll, uh...

Thanks for volunteering, detective.

Takes a strong man to open up about his feelings.

Dr. Maura Isles initiating the examination of...

I-I don't want to call you "Jane Doe" because that's what I call the other women who end up on this table who are... less alive than you.

So, based on the flounce hem of your skirt and the elasticity of your skin, I'd say you're in your mid-20s.

The most popular baby name 25 years ago was Jessica.

Okay. [beep]

Maura Isles initiating the examination of Jessica Doe, female caucasian. Approximate age is 25.

I'm sorry to be talking as if you weren't here.

It's okay. You're trying to help me, right?

Uh, well, I'm ...

I'm trying to find out what happened to you.

I'm going to take scrapings to see if there's any tissues underneath your fingernails.

So, you like the Red Sox?

Yeah.

Do you have a favorite player?

Dustin Pedroia.

Most defensive runs saved at his position over the last three years.

He's got a nice smile.

Yes, he does.

When I was at BCU, my roommate took me to a game, and it was the best hot dog I ever had.

It's the mustard.

I didn't know that.

Been to a game recently?

[voice breaking] I don't know.

It's okay. I am going to floss your teeth.

If you could just open your mouth for me, please.

I wonder what's in that mustard.

Camera tracks her down Tremont to Columbus.

Then she heads onto the bike path, Southwest corridor, and that's it 'cause the cameras stop.

Okay. Well, I got a hit on the g*n registration.

The owner reported it stolen three years ago and doesn't know our woman.

I finished my live autopsy.

Well, technically it can't be an autopsy because that is, by definition, an examination of a body after death.

Although I could be using the word in the spirit of autopsia, from the Greek, meaning "to see with one's own eyes..."

Anyway. Jessica ...

Who's Jessica?

The woman from the lobby.

Oh, no, Korsak. Maura's named her.

Now we'll never be able to give her back.

Maura: The blood on her clothes was from a single subject, likely male, type A-negative.

Okay. Probably caucasian.

Uh, in Boston, yes.

And in Honolulu?

Well, over a 60% chance that the subject would be Polynesian.

Do you make this stuff up 'cause you know we can't check it?

Yes.

No. I'm not that fanciful.

Uh, Jessica also had traces of methylenedioxy on her skirt.

Perfect, that narrows our search down to 2,000 ecstasy dealers and about a bajillion ecstasy users.

Oh, I also have a possible explanation for her amnesia.

She might be in a dissociative fugue state.

Is that Greek for "faking it?" 'Cause that's what we think right now.

A fugue state is a very rare condition that occurs when someone experiences a trauma so severe that they block parts of their consciousness related to it.

A bad thing happens and they forget anything that might remind them of the bad thing.

Yes.

Jessica doesn't remember who she is because it's directly connected to the traumatic event.

But she remembers that she likes the Red Sox because it's not. Oh. There's my vase.

Okay, assuming we thought this was real ... which we do not ... how do we get her to snap out of it?

I would suggest taking her to familiar places and seeing if anything triggers any memories.

Great plan, but because of her probably fake amnesia, we don't know anything about her.

Uh, well, she did have a firstpark ticket in her pocket and candy-coated fennel seed in her teeth.

Those are digestives often found in Indian restaurants.

So firstpark garages near Indian restaurants.

Does the phrase "wild goose chase" mean anything to you?

Yes, but... at least we get to try delicious digestives all over the city.

Bye, Maura.

Bye, Jane.

All right. How about that? It's called Taste of Tandoor.

No.

How many stops do we have left?

Two. The next restaurant is on Emerson.

Firstpark garage is around the corner.

Oh. What do we do when those turn up nothing?

Call dispatch, have them put her picture up on the website.

Nothing? None of this looks familiar to you?

No. I'm sorry.

Y-you had to have been to at least one of these places.

I mean, what about Abe & Louie's?

Everybody in Boston's eaten there.

No. Over there. Across the street.

Wait. Korsak, stop.

Stop! Stop the car!

[tires screech]

[horn honks]

[tires screech]

Woman: Oh, my gosh! Look out for that car!

[horn honks]

[tires screech]

Man: What?! Are you crazy?!

[horn honks]

Thanks.

I feel so stupid.

No need.

It just seemed so real.

I mean, I could have sworn he was standing right there.

At the beginning of my career, I was first on the scene at an auto accident.

Older guy ran into a telephone pole.

The M.E. at the time thought he might have had a heart att*ck and d*ed at the wheel.

And the man had a smile on his face like he d*ed without a care in the world.

For months after that, I saw the guy all over Boston ... sitting on a park bench, once at Fenway Park.

Did that really happen or are you just telling me that to make me feel better?

I swear to god. The mind does funny things.

Do you think Frost made us stop?

Uh, I don't believe in that stuff. Do you?

No, but I think if I were dead and you were here with Frost, he might have believed it.

I mean, if she's running a con, does she actually think she's gonna get away with it?

I've said it before.

Criminals are generally very, very stupid.

[horn honks]

Okay, listen.

I want to believe that what you're saying is real ... that you don't remember who you are, all right?

And most days, I wouldn't be able to do that.

But today I'm gonna try, okay?

# Go 'round and 'round #

But if you don't remember something...

# 'round and 'round #

...I can't help you.

# 'round and 'round #

♪ the wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round ♪
♪ 'round and 'round ♪
♪ 'round and 'round ♪
♪ the wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round ♪
♪ all through the town ♪

Whoa. Whoa, whoa. What? D-do you have children?

I-I don't think so.

Okay. Uh, does it have something to do with kids?

Are you a teacher?

Yes! [chuckles]

Okay. Okay.

Maybe he's helping us solve this after all.

Any luck?

It would help if teachers in Massachusetts had fingerprints on file.

I'll hop in my time machine and go back and let the Union know your preference.

W-without a name, I'm having to call up individual schools.

And I'm making a list of absent teachers.

And I'm pulling up footage from schools nearby to see if she wandered out of one of them.

[groans]

It's gonna take a while to finish it all.

I get it. Fingerprints on file would be a lot easier.

Where's Jane?

It was a long day. I sent her home.

And she listened?

[chuckles]

I suppose it's possible she's sitting downstairs in the lobby.

How's it coming with the music for the funeral?

Oh, I've eliminated many, many choices.

So nowhere.

[chuckling] Basically.

Hmm.

[chuckles]

Lunch sucked today.

What did you do?

[sighs] I sat at my desk and... wondered where Frost would have wanted to go.

What did you decide?

[voice breaking]

I ... I wasn't hungry.

Hmm.

Oh, hell.

[knock on door] I'm headed home.

Well, you're welcome to spend the night again if you'd like.

No, thanks. I'd rather be alone.

No offense.

None taken. How are you holding up?

[sighs]

I'm tired.

Well, the development of the placenta is one of the most energetically intense parts of the first trimester ... that could be the reason.

Or it could be that one of my best friends just d*ed.

Yes. That could be it, too.

I saw him on the street today.

I'm sorry?

I mean, I didn't. [stammers]

I thought I saw him on the street today.

That's called an anomalous experience.

It's ... it's perfectly normal. As is crying.

How do you know I haven't cried yet?

Because you would have said, "I had a good cry and it didn't help," or something like that.

How are you doing?

I think I've moved through denial and anger.

I'm ready to move into bargaining and I'll have a good cry when I get to depression.

Can't plan a cry, Maura.

I'm not planning it.

I'm just narrowing down the window of its arrival.

And it occurred to me today that ... that we need to talk about our last wishes.

No, we don't.

I want to be buried at sea.

No. I hate boats.

And I'd have to go to city hall and get all kinds of permits and... no, just pick something more landlocked.

Jane, I want to return to the primordial soup that spawned us all.

But nothing fancy ... a small group of friends and family, a cello.

We're on a boat, Maura. And a cello is officially fancy.

Well, there would only be one.

And it should play Bach's suite in "G" major.

And then everyone can toast me with a nice bottle of champagne before you throw me overboard.

So, what do you want?

I want to die one day before you so I don't have to go out on a boat.

[elevator bell dings]

I'll see you tomorrow.

[chuckles]

Hey, Ma. What are you doing here?

Making dinner.

I really appreciate it, but, uh, I'm not that hungry.

Then you'll eat just a little bit.

I just want to go to bed, Ma.

You got to eat, Jane. Even if you're sad.

Come on.

[sighs]

Why are you still here?

For Jane.

Yeah, I figured the more progress we make, the less she'll have to worry about the case.

What about you?

Same thing.

Come on! Please?

Okay, well, t-the next time you ask me for a favor...

I'll... probably help you out because I'm a decent guy.

But I will not be nice about it!

What's going on?

Well, we didn't get anywhere with the local teachers' unions.

And then it dawns on me.

Maybe our woman doesn't work in the public school.

So I called a bunch of private schools near Indian restaurants.

You know who she is?

Lily Greene.

Uh, she teaches at Red Tree preschool.

Only I can't find a judge to sign a search warrant.

I walked in at the right moment. That just happens to be my specialty.

Good night.

Have a good shift, Todd.

Oh, you have a nice evening, too. Uh, Dr. Isles?

I-I heard about Detective Frost.

I'm sorry. I know the two of you were close.

Thank you, Todd.

He was a nice guy ... a-a really nice guy.

Yes. He was.

[sniffles]

[sobbing]

[knocking]

Good morning.

Shh!

What?

Oh. What is she doing here?

Watching me.

Before we go to the station, can we stop and get some breakfast?

We're not going to the station. We're going to Lily Greene's apartment.

Oh. I'm so hungry. Who's Lily Greene?

You know, miss "I have blood all over me and I don't know who I am."

So you found out who she is. That's great.

What did she say when you told her?

Well, we haven't told her yet.

I mean, we've got one sh*t at a confession.

So if we open the door to her apartment and there's a dead body in there, it kind of makes it a little difficult for her to keep faking amnesia ... if that's what she's doing.

Okay, so crime scene, then breakfast.

Why didn't you eat a muffin before you left the house?

There's no nutrition in a muffin.

There's no nutrition in gum.

Well, I like juicy fruit.

Clear.

Clear.

Can I come in now?

Yeah.

Just seems that we're one body short of an actual crime scene.

Well, there's been a crime.

Just not one requiring an autopsy.

It's a very thorough search.

Yeah, which begs the question, what were they looking for?

Found some money wrappers. About $2,000 worth.

I can fast-track them for drug residue.

Looks like there's a Mr. Lily Greene.

Frankie: I pulled up her cellphone records as soon as we got the warrant.

She made a lot of calls to a guy named Toby Warren.

Okay. Let's get a warrant out for him, too.

[grunts]

Thanks.

Barista gave me the usual. I didn't have the heart to give it back.

What are you doing?

Um... the part of the job that Frost would normally do and a lot slower than he would normally do it.

So far, Lily Greene seems like a stand-up citizen.

There's not even a parking ticket.

And all I got on Toby Warren is that he's been collecting unemployment for the past 18 months.

Maybe she got tired of supporting him. He trashed the apartment looking for extra money to soften his landing.

She tracked him down, ended the relationship.

I feel sorry for Kiki if this is how you think you should end a relationship.

I'm not dating Kiki. She's my life coach.

How about I take over... "that" and you go get some fresh air?

I can keep hitting the button.

That's probably a good idea.

My condolences.

Hi.

Hi.

How are you doing?

If I get up at the funeral and just say nothing, will you nod your head like I'm doing something deep and meaningful?

I absolutely will.

Did you find anything at Toby Warren's apartment?

Not Toby Warren, if that's what you mean.

You have a "but" to go along with that unhelpful information?

His cellphone's been pinging off the same tower for 24 hours.

I had his service provider turn on his GPS.

Is that your way of telling me to get off my ass?

[clears throat]

Come on.

[g*ns cock]

[camera shutter clicking]

We got one b*llet embedded in the wood here.

Hey, Frankie. Our g*n may have been discharged twice.

Let's see if we can find that other b*llet.

Will do.

Thanks.

Based on this wound and that b*llet, he was kneeling when he d*ed.

It's an execution.

So, the b*llet entered in his parietal bone right above the lambdoid suture and it exited through the right common carotid artery.

In order for her to be covered in arterial spray on that part of her clothes...

She'd had to have been kneeling right next to him when he was sh*t.

That's certainly something I'd want to forget.

But to create that angle and this entry wound, the b*llet fired at at least 15 degrees from perpendicular and at a distance of greater than 18 inches.

Mm-hmm, so that means she would have to sh**t across his body. That can't be done.

No. Not unless her arms are four feet long.

So, either she's Elastigirl or Lily Greene didn't k*ll Toby Warren.

Well, I'm gonna go out on a limb and eliminate your Elastigirl theory.

Hey, doc? I got a round blood drop on the floor here.

And no way that's splatter from Toby Warren, right?

That definitely didn't come from Toby's wounds.

I don't know where the second b*llet is, but it looks like it hit someone.

Well, what if the tissue that you found under Lily's fingernails were from her fighting the k*ller?

It could be that's how she ended up with the g*n.

Jane, this one's smeared. Looks like they stepped in it.

Judging from the stride, looks like they were running.

Okay. So... someone sh**t Toby.

Lily ends up with the g*n, sh**t that person, and he or she runs away.

Those are the facts as we currently know them.

Just because Lily didn't sh**t Toby doesn't mean she wasn't involved in whatever got him sh*t.

Is that your gut?

No.

No, my gut says that whoever ran away is our k*ller and that Lily Greene is a completely innocent schoolteacher who just had the worst night of her life.

Would you like a cup of coffee?

It won't taste very good, but it'll be warm.

No, thank you. Did you find out who I am?

We did. Your name is Lily Greene.

Um, you're a preschool teacher.

Does any of that sound familiar?

Not really.

Okay.

We think we have an idea of what happened to you.

You do?

Lily... do you recognize this man?

Toby: No, I s-swear I'll make this right.

If you just give me a chance. I promise.

I'll do anything. It won't happen again.

I didn't think ... I mean, I didn't know.

[g*nsh*t]

[screams]

No. No, no, no. No.

Okay. I-I know this is hard.

I don't want to talk anymore.

Lily... you're safe.

Whatever happened, you're safe now.

And pretending that it didn't happen ... it's not gonna change anything.

Toby: Please! Don't. I swear I'll fix this.

I can. If you just give me a chance, I promise.

Toby.

I'm so sorry, sweetie. He's dead.

[sobs]

Tell me what you remember.

[voice breaking]

No, he was a good man.

I think he just lost his way, you know?

I do. I do. What happened?

A couple nights ago, Toby told me that in college he used to sell dr*gs and that he started again when he lost his job.

He needed to pay his bills so he took some money.

And the man he was dealing for found out, said he had to give it back.

Toby told me he was in trouble. I lent him everything I had.

It wasn't all he owed, but we thought, you know, if we just showed good faith... but... it didn't matter.

We'll make him pay for this, Lily. Just help me find him.

His name is Kyle. That's all I know.

That's enough.

[crying]

We'll find him. I promise.

[elevator bell dings]

Hi. Did you pick out music for the funeral yet?

I got it narrowed down to about 20 choices.

Which is only slightly better than no choices.

Where are you with the pictures?

Done.

Did you know that he had a wall full of albums?

Guy loved music. Makes sense he'd have a lot of CDs.

Not CDs. Vinyl.

It was on the turntable. It's probably the thing he listened to before he left on vacation. Thought it might help you out.

Detective Frost had good taste.

[voice breaking] And just like that, I've narrowed my choices down to one.

Thanks, Frankie.

Frankie, you sure this is a solid lead?

Everybody going in and out of this place looks more moonshine than ecstasy.

The dr*gs guys don't know Kyle, but they've heard his name and they say this is where most of the ecstasy in Boston passes through.

Korsak: Why haven't they moved on it yet?

Oh, the usual reason.

Waiting for bigger fish to swim by.

[rustling] Are you searching through my car?

No.

Was he this annoying as a kid?

So much more so.

I can hear you!

[cellphone beeps]

Are you ready?

You mean the funeral?

[sighs]

My mom took the food because she said she knew what Frost would want.

Maura took the flowers 'cause she said none of us knew anything about flowers.

You say you're good with the music.

His mom got the minister. I ...

I got nothing.

Every time I think about the eulogy, I just... all I picture is Frost laughing at me. It ... it ... it really messes with my concentration, you know? It...

Maybe you just need to have a good cry, loosen yourself up.

I really wish that all of you ...

Is that him?

Yep.

Korsak: Frankie, that's our guy.

So we can't take him out until we're away from here.

Jane: Yeah, we know.

And you make sure you put Korsak's candy back in its hiding place.

I didn't find any candy.

I don't have candy.

[engine turns over]

[tires squeal]

[tires screech]

Let me see your hands!

[g*n cocks]

sh**t.

Here!

Stop!

[g*n cocks]

Freeze!

[laughs] Look at that.

I bet that matches the skin we found under Lily Greene's fingernails.

Congratulations, Kyle.

You're under arrest for the m*rder of Toby Warren.

[elevator bell dings]

The front desk said that your father was down here waiting for you.

Lily: Dad.

Wait. Detective Rizzoli.

[sighs]

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You know, if you hadn't worked so hard, I would have never remembered.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

I'm very sorry for yours.

[bagpipes play "Amazing grace"]

[sighs]

Um... we shouldn't be here today.

Barry Frost was too young and too good for us to be here today.

But yet, here we are.

I've been given the incredible honor of talking about how much we all loved Barry.

And I could say "a lot" and go sit down, but it wouldn't do him justice.

[door opens]

Barry was... [door closes] ...so many things to so many people.

Um... a son... [music] a cop... ...a friend.

I met Barry when he joined homicide.

And he was so nervous because parts of the job didn't really agree with him, but he didn't let that stand in his way.

He just wanted to be the best cop that he could be.

He wanted to work harder, be smarter, try new things, and push himself.

And I admired the passion that he brought to his work.

I will miss him as my partner.

And I will ... [voice breaking] and I will miss him as my friend.

But as I was preparing this eulogy, I realized that I didn't want to just think about what we've lost.

I wanted to find something that we could hold on to.

So I started thinking about Barry and ... and what I really loved about him.

And ... and one idea kept coming to mind.

I really loved how he made me laugh.

And I will miss that infectious smile and the joy that he brought to every day.

So, in this moment when it feels like there is none, here is the good news.

[inhales sharply]

[voice breaking]

Death may have taken Barry, but it can't take our memories of him.

Those wonderful and perfect and beautiful memories.

Those, thank god, are ours to keep.

[piano plays "What a wonderful world"]

Yeah, yeah.

[sighs] Maura, I'm gonna be okay.

Yes.

No, no. I'm ... really, I'm going right to bed.

I know that you would come over and stay with me, yes.

You know you're a good friend, right?

Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.

[cellphone beeps]

[music]

"Couldn't be better here, but I miss you anyway. Barry."

[sniffles]

[crying]

Dedicated to memory of Lee Thompson Young 1984 - 2013