07x10 - For Richer or Poorer

[bunniefuu]

[Panting]

[Grunts]

♪ ♪

Hi, Mom.

Hi, baby.

Mwah!

Mm, mm!

I brought you a whole bunch of photos.

Oh!

Aww, thank you!

Yeah, anything to make this place look a little more homey.

How you doing?

Me? I'm okay.

Why?

Oh, just 'cause, you know, I mean, we had that conversation about my work, and, you know, we never...

You never really brought it up again, so...

Neither did you.

Well, that's because you acted like everything was fine, and, you know, I didn't want to...

Well, that's what this mother does.

She acts like everything's okay... even if it's not.

I know that it bothers you, Mom.

Look...

I wish I didn't say all of those things I said the other day.

I-I wish I had said them differently.

But, honestly, it's... it's complicated.

I mean, I respect what you do.

But it's hard for me sometimes.

I get that, Ma.

I do.

Good morning.

Hi.

Hi. How are you?

I was up late last night.

Wait, don't tell me.

You attended a lecture on the life-span of parasites in open wounds.

No.

No, I was volunteering at Hope's clinic again, and I want to thank you for encouraging me.

Yeah, No problem. Any time.

Did you get Korsak's call about the sh**ting?

I did, and I told him that I would wait for you, so...

Well, we're off to the park.

Hm.

[Sighs]

It's nothing dangerous.

Hm.

Hey.

I love you.

I love you, too.

♪ ♪

It's so satisfying to really connect with the patients that I'm helping.

You know, and Hope was so lovely.

You know, sharing her passion for her work really brought us closer together.

You know, last night, she was telling me this story about...

I got a job offer.

What kind of job offer?

Uh...

A teaching offer.

Um, a... an instructor... at the FBI Academy in Quantico.

What do you think?

Wow. I...

I-I don't know. What do <i>you</i> think?

I mean, it's a good job.

It's... good money, excellent benefits.

You know, but I'd have to leave my family...

BPD, Boston.

I think it's extraordinary.

Just, I don't know if teaching is just the thing for me.

Okay, so let's do the pros and cons.

Okay.

No more calls in the middle of the night.

Yeah, but there's not that much excitement in a regular 9:00 to 5:00.

All right, but you don't have to chase vicious criminals into dangerous situations.

Okay, well, that's just good exercise.

I'm sure they have a gym.

Okay, how about this?

Uh, no one will be sh**ting at you.

And that's a good thing?

It is for your mother.

All right, well, just keep this between us until I figure out what I'm gonna do.

Of course. Thanks.

Beautiful morning in the park, Sergeant.

Not for this guy.

Jogger found him, called it in earlier.

Jane: Any witnesses?

No, it was too early. Nobody around.

That is some shotgun wound.

Yeah, I've got uniforms searching the area for a m*rder w*apon.

Nothing yet.

Well-dressed guy alone in the park.

Maybe it was a robbery.

Still had his wallet and a Rolex watch.

Name is Michael Steele, 1818 Deckard.

I sent Frankie to the house.

I'm gonna get Nina to do a full background check.

Maura, what do you got?

Well, the fatal shotgun round appears to be a double-aught buckshot.

Spread pattern indicates that the sh*ts were fired from approximately 15 to 20 feet.

Looks like there might have been someone in the bushes.

Branches are all broken, and the ground's matted.

You think they were lying in wait?

That doesn't make any sense.

It's not a professional hit.

A pro wouldn't use a shotgun.

It's not a robbery. Nothing's taken.

Could be random.

I hate random.

♪ ♪

Oh. I hope you're having better luck than I did.

The victim had a very nice apartment near Fenway, but it was clean.

Everything was in its place.

However, I did... find this cellphone bill, which is weird, because there was no phone in the apartment or with the body at the crime scene.

Can you run this through the tracking system?

Mm-hmm.

[Keys clacking]

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Well, what did you learn about the victim?

Uh, he's a 42-year-old CPA with his own small firm.

Mm-hmm.

Specializes in forensic accounting.

He freelances with a variety of financial companies.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

No money problems, no criminal record, no pending litigation.

Well, someone didn't like him.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, Nina... what's wrong?

Did I do something or...

No.

It's got nothing to do with you. Not really.

"Not really" means it has everything to do with me.

[Sighs] My mother is in town.

Oh, I thought you and your mother were close.

Yeah, but I don't like the way she treats my boyfriends.

Okay.

It'll be fine.

[Scoffs]

You don't know how she is. How is she?

[Computer beeps]

We got a location on the cellphone.

[Beeping]

♪ ♪

Nina says the victim's cellphone is pinging off the tower due east of here.

Call the number.

[Cellphone beeps]

How the hell did his phone get so far away from his body?

I don't know. Maybe the m*rder*r took it.

k*lled him for his cellphone?

What's the world coming to?

Maybe he had something on the phone that the m*rder*r wanted.

[Cellphone rings]

Over here! We got another body!

Hey, call an ambulance! This one's alive!

[Dialing]

Vince Korsak. We need an ambulance at the park.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

We found another guy.

I'll check on him.

No, no, no. He's... He's still alive.

The ambulance is on its way.

He had the phone, and he had this.

Edward's the other guy?

Who's Edward?

My ex-husband.

What can I tell you about Edward Dunn?

I could think of a few things I'd like to know.

All right.

He came from a wealthy family.

Mm-hmm.

His father, Phillip, runs a large investment firm...

Dunn Global Holdings.

And Edward's a civic leader, a philanthropist.

How long were the two of you married?

Well, we came to our senses, and we had the marriage annulled the next morning.

About the time the booze wore off.

We were young and foolish, not drunk.

Jane: This is a police station.

This is not "The Jerry Springer Show."

Maura's marriage has nothing to do with our investigation, so let's focus on the facts, shall we?

Yeah.

So, what can you tell us about Edward pertaining to our case, and not the marriage that we know nothing about?

Well, I haven't seen him in years.

You know, I read recently in the paper that he took over the company because his father d*ed of a heart att*ck.

But that's about it.

Okay. Thank you, Maura.

So... you'll let me know if his condition improves?

Of course.

Okay.

What? I'm just curious.

Can you work up a background of Edward Dunn, please?

Yeah.

So, what do you think Mr. Isles was doing in the woods with a dead man's cellphone?

I'd certainly like to ask him.

What did the hospital say?

He's stable.

Still in a coma, unable to speak.

♪ ♪

Joann?

Hi. How are you?

Hi.

Good.

Been busy. You know... Girl Scouts, Little League.

How's Ron?

Dad's okay.

Good. I'm glad to hear that.

Take care.

You too.

Wait. Angela.

I was sorry about what happened between you and my dad.

I never meant...

You don't have to apologize.

We do what we have to do for our children.

I just never thought that what I said would break you guys up.

Well, your dad's a wonderful man with a family that he loves, and I just didn't want my stuff to, uh, come between you two.

I saw a picture of your little guy on Facebook...

With the Legos.

Yeah.

[Chuckles] Yeah, so cute.

Thank you.

Mm.

Take care.

You too.

♪ ♪

Hey.

I take it there were no surprises regarding cause of death.

No.

He d*ed of massive hemorrhaging from a shotgun wound.

There was no other dr*gs or alcohol in his system.

All of the physiology was very unremarkable and what we'd expect to find in a healthy 42-year-old man.

What about the clothes for Edward Dunn?

There was some blood on his jacket that matched the victim's.

Oh, and we found some g*nsh*t residue on Edward's coat.

Enough to make him the sh**t?

Mm, it's hard to say.

But it doesn't rule him out as a sh**t?

No, it does not.

[Sighs] All right, well... we will broaden our search for the w*apon.

Maybe he tossed it when he was running from the scene.

He could have.

How's she doing?

Oh. I don't know. She's been very quiet.

All right.

♪ ♪

Our victim and Edward have nothing in common.

But starting about a week ago, there's a series of calls between them from their business phones.

Why would a big investment fund go to a small accounting firm with one accountant?

They might not have.

Our victim, Michael Steele, was a forensic accountant... a whistle-blower.

Nina uncovered a string of complaints that he made to the SEC about several investment firms.

I bet that made him popular in financial circles.

Did he file a complaint against Edward's firm?

No.

Maybe he was about to.

Dunn took over his father's firm six months ago.

What if he's suddenly got a whistle-blower breathing down his neck about financial improprieties?

Well, if Edward k*lled the accountant, where's the shotgun?

Maybe Edward took some muscle with him to pull the trigger, and that person got away with the g*n.

What do we know about Edward's father's death six months ago?

Heart att*ck.

He was rushed to Bayview Hospital and then pronounced dead in the ER.

Autopsy?

No. And the body was cremated.

A lot of people dying around Maura's ex-husband.

I just discovered something else about Edward.

He's married.

Yeah?

Okay. We'll need to talk to the wife.

I know where to find her.

Hey.

Uh, I got some information about Edward.

Okay. Um...

He's still married...

...to you.

Yes, I understand that the annulment papers were never filed.

What I don't understand is why.

Uh...

Okay, great. Thanks.

[Cellphone beeps]

For nothing.

Sounds like that went well.

An old associate of my Vegas divorce lawyer looked into the situation, and it seems the lawyer had a massive stroke before filing the annulment papers.

Well, then it's official... You are married to the prime suspect in our m*rder investigation.

No, Ed... Edward had nothing to do with this.

Well, now, that's just got to be the wine talking, because you don't make definitive statements about cases without proof.

Well, since my husband is a suspect in an ongoing m*rder investigation, then I must recuse myself... which means that I am free to guess, presume, and surmise, hypothesize, theorize, even speculate.

Knock yourself out, girlie.

[Sighs] God!

Edward...

Edward isn't capable of m*rder.

He is a good, honest man.

And I would expect nothing less of your husband, Maura, but we need more than a character recommendation.

We need real proof.

Well, I believe that the blood on Edward's jacket was transfer, not spatter.

Okay, what about the g*nsh*t residue?

It's minimal.

I think it came from touching the victim, not f*ring a g*n.

Why would he take the victim's cellphone?

To call 911.

He didn't make the call.

Because someone was sh**ting at him.

We don't have proof.

No.

No, but I found a small hole with a rounded edge on the sleeve of Edward's jacket, and it could easily be a piece of buckshot that nicked him.

You're guessing, Maura.

I'm just following my gut, like you do.

Well, if you're right, there would be buckshot in the trees in the same direction that Edward was running.

Well, that would be the proof that we both are looking for.

I'll send CRSU back out there first thing tomorrow morning.

So, is there a reason that you didn't tell us about Edward?

It's just so far in the past.

And that makes it not important?

No. No, it just...

It makes it a really long story.

Well, good thing we got two bottles of wine.

[Chuckles]

We met in college.

He was cute and fun, and, you know, we had a passionate relationship for a few months.

And then his mother didn't think I was good enough for him, and she wanted him to marry a debutante.

So Elvis and Priscilla ran off to Vegas.

Yeah, that was us being rebellious.

We had a wild weekend, got married, and woke up the next day and realized that we had made a very big mistake.

Why was it a mistake?

Because I wanted to go to med school and Tilly...

Wait, wait, wait. Who's Tilly?

His mom.

She wasn't gonna allow Edward to leave Boston to go with me.

So it ended as fast as it started.

Are you sure about that?

'Cause he's still carrying a picture of you around in his wallet.

Yeah, I can't explain that.

But ending it was the right thing to do for me.

It's hard to make those life choices, but... it was the right thing to do.

Are you talking about me and the FBI now?

No.

Good.

You know what I was thinking?

I bet you're gonna get a 10% employee discount at the FBI gift shop.

Okay, now, thatisa reason to move to Virginia.

[Chuckles]

I wonder what Tilly's gonna say when she finds out you're still married to her son.

Oh. She's not gonna be happy.

That witch controls everything in that family.

Witch?!

Mm.

Wow. Now you sound like the angry daughter-in-law.

Must be the wine talking.

Mm-hmm.

♪ ♪

Education?

Uh, just high school and the police academy.

No. When my mom grills you, you need to sell yourself more.

What am I... A used car?

For the minute, yeah.

Well, after graduating with honors from Saint Dominic's High School, I... felt the calling for public service, and I enrolled in the police academy.

Okay.

Graduated second in my class.

Can you tell me a little bit about your work history?

For the last three years, I've been a homicide detective with the Boston Police Department.

My conviction rate is over 90%, and someday I hope to be the chief of police.

You do?

No.

I'm just trying to sell myself.

What about your finances?

Well, I contribute regularly to my IRA.

At 55, I'm gonna be eligible for my full pension at 80% of my salary.

Health?

Excellent.

Any mental illness in your family?

Have you met my mother?

No, no, no jokes, Frankie.

Especially about mothers.

All right, no mother jokes.

Maybe we should just forget it, act like we're not dating.

You're joking, right?

♪ Love, love ♪
♪ The game of love ♪

Uh, was your son under any amount of stress?

[Sighs] Not that I was aware of.

Well, I know he works for the company.

How is the firm doing? Very well.

Profits are up, and our customer base is expanding.

The company's on solid financial footing with Edward now.

Do you work for the company?

No.

Dunn Global Holdings has many of their clients invested in my hedge fund... which happens to be at an all-time high.

Uh, was there any bad blood between your husband and your son?

I don't understand why you're asking all these questions about my family and our business.

Just routine background information.

Did you know Michael Steele?

I saw on television that he was sh*t in the park.

Do you know why your son would be associating with an accountant and a whistle-blower?

Is my son a suspect?

He's a person of interest.

In a homicide?

[Scoffs] I can't believe it.

Well, I shouldn't be surprised.

I saw that Maura Isles is involved in this investigation.

So this is a way for her to get back at our family after all these years.

[Cellphone rings]

Hello?

Oh, thank you, thank you.

Yes, we will be right in.

Edward's awake. The doctor is in there with him.

The worst is over now.

Oh, I doubt that.

I would like to speak to him.

My son just came out of a coma.

I am not about to let you accuse him of m*rder.

♪ ♪

Hey.

CRSU found buckshot in the trees.

Fired in the same direction Edward was running?

Well, someone was trying to sh**t him.

Probably with the same g*n.

So Michael and Edward were both targets.

Well, Edward was just a little luckier than Michael.

Well, get the buckshot down to the crime lab.

Maybe we can get fingerprints or DNA off it if it was handloaded.

I already sent it to Kent.

And call Jane and let her know she was right.

Looks like Edward's no longer a suspect.

♪ ♪

[Monitor beeping]

No, Ma.

What do you think you're doing here?

If you've come to accuse him of m*rder, I am calling our lawyer.

I'm here to tell you that Edward is no longer a suspect.

We've found evidence that he was actually the target of the sh**ting.

What evidence?

There was buckshot fired in the direction that he was running.

I don't give a damn what you found.

I want you to leave my son alone.

Your son is now a witness in a homicide.

I don't need your permission to talk to him.

Edward, we're all very sorry about what you've been through.

[Sighs]

Can you remember anything about the person that was sh**ting at you?

I don't have anything to say to you.

You understand that you're no longer a suspect and we could really use your help?

I just told you... I don't have anything to say to you.

Can you leave my room?

I just don't get it.

Why wouldn't he tell me who's trying to k*ll him?

Maura: Well, maybe he doesn't know.

Well, why wouldn't he just say that?

I mean, clearly, he's covering for someone.

Well, it sounds like Tilly pulled ranks to protect the family and the firm.

Okay, well, that doesn't make sense, either.

If somebody's trying to k*ll her son, why wouldn't she talk to me?

I don't know.

Well, can you talk to him?

I'm willing to try.

All right, and you need to convince him that finding a k*ller is more important than saving the family's reputation.

Well, that's gonna be hard to do with Tilly there.

Yeah, I know. I got an idea.

[Microwave dings]

Oh. Aah! [Breathes sharply]

Aah! Still too hot.

[Sighs]

The precise cooking time of this oven seems to elude me.

You start eating ramen in college?

[Chuckles] No.

This is not very popular with the old Weegie.

It's not fried.

Hm.

No, I discovered this delicious delicacy in the army.

[Blows] Food of the gods.

You need to get out more.

Oh, you don't know what you're missing, Sergeant.

Well, while I'm missing it, could you bring me up to speed on the buckshot?

Ah, yes.

We couldn't retrieve any DNA or even a partial print as it's a commonly used machine-packed a*mo.

I was afraid of that.

But I did discover trace amounts of rust on many of the pellets.

Lead doesn't rust.

No.

I believe the pellets picked up the particles from a rusty shotgun barrel.

So this got me thinking, "In turn, what could the pellets have picked up from said barrel?"

A curious mind is a wondrous thing.

Well, I decided to indulge my curiosity with further metallurgy tests.

I discovered that the pellets picked up trace particles of a hardened steel laminate with a carbon point of .06.

We need to check with the FBI firearms database.

I did.

This specific steel laminate was used by one gunmaker...

Bercotti, between 1911 and 1912.

There are fewer than 40 of these rare shotguns still in existence.

Did you also find out who in Boston might own one?

Ah. That's where I pass the baton.

That'syourjob, Sergeant. [Chuckles]

[Slurps] Oh!

Oh! [Breathes sharply]

I'm happy to share if you like.

Another time, maybe.

[Blowing]

I have no intention of answering any more of your questions, Detective Rizzoli, so if you have more questions, contact my lawyer.

[Cellphone beeps]

[Sighs]

I'm so sorry for the disruption.

How are you feeling, honey?

I'm feeling better.

Although I am dying for a cup of chicken soup.

Well, then I will walk across the street to the deli and get you some.

I was hoping you would say that.

Thank you, Mother.

[Footsteps approaching]

Long time no see.

I think that was your doing.

I recall it being a mutual decision.

Hi.

Hi.

You look good.

So do you.

Uh, you come all the way down here just to lie to me?

[Chuckles] Absolutely not.

Okay, so then let's just agree that I look okay under the circumstances.

Speaking of which, what's going on, Edward?

Nothing, really.

Wrong place, wrong time.

You were carrying around our 20-year-old wedding photo.

I found it in a box the other day.

Reminded me of a carefree time.

Now who's lying?

[Chuckles]

I think you were carrying it around because you're in some kind of trouble and you thought I was the one person in law enforcement who you can trust.

You still know how I think.

You still think you can trust me?

Absolutely.

Okay, then let me help you.

Tell me what's going on.

[Sighs]

My... My mother's gonna be back soon.

You want to get out of here?

[Chuckles]

After I took over the company, I found something in my father's private accounting ledgers that I can't explain.

What did you find?

My father was making payments to several clients through an old company of his, but he was using funds from our family's holdings.

Well, that's unethical and maybe illegal.

Right, and not anything like my father.

Is that why you hired Michael Steele?

I thought that I needed a forensic accountant to get to the bottom of it.

A couple of days ago, he calls me, and he says that he'd found out what my father had done.

And so we agreed to get together to discuss it.

Why meet at the park?

I wanted to keep my meeting a secret until I knew what was going on.

But when I got to the location...

Michael had been sh*t.

I checked his pulse, and I grabbed his cellphone to call 911.

Then somebody sh*t at me.

I took off running.

Did you get a look at the sh**t?

No. He was sh**ting from the bushes.

Falling down that hill...

That's the last thing I remember before waking up here.

What about the accounting ledger that you were supposed to go over?

There was nothing around Michael when I found him.

So whoever k*lled him might have taken the documents and was waiting to sh**t you.

Who else knows about these documents?

I found them on my father's computer, and then I destroyed the hard drive.

But he hid a second copy of the documents at his house.

Well, we need to see those documents, figure out who's trying to k*ll him.

I'm on my way there now.

Well, we don't have a warrant, and, personally, I don't think we have enough evidence to get one.

Well, any reason that his wife couldn't go over to the house and get the documents and turn them over to the police?

Well, did you tell him you're still married?

Of course.

And he knows you're going to his house?

He gave me a key. He wants me to have the copies.

Ooh, I think we're starting to see that wild and crazy Maura Isles again.

See you back at BPD.

♪ ♪

Ma.

Nina's mom is here right now.

They're outside parking, and they're gonna be in here in a minute.

Oh. Mother's first meeting.

Yeah. We're pretending we're not dating.

Why are you doing that?

Long story.

Bottom line, Nina's not ready to introduce her mom to her boyfriend.

So why are you two bringing her here?

She surprised us at work.

And Nina introduced me as a coworker, and then her mom invited me to join them for lunch, so...

Do not lie to her mother.

I'm not lying to her, I'm just going along with Nina's plan.

Yeah, well, moms are smart.

Don't think you're gonna fool her.

We will if you play along.

No.

Hi, Angela.

Hi, Nina!

Hey!

I want you to meet my mom... Catherine.

Hello, Catherine. Pleasure to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Nina was just telling me about you and how you looked out for her here.

Thank you.

Well, you have a terrific daughter.

Yes, I do. I'm very proud of her.

We've been through a lot together and... we can tell each other anything.

You know, the thing I admire most about her is her honesty.

I'm sure you feel the same way about your son.

Okay, that's enough. I know what you're doing.

She knows we're dating.

I figured it out the moment I saw you two.

I told you. You know, these kids think we're stupid.

We ain't stupid.

Mnh-mnh!

[Chuckles]

But you know what?

I'm glad we got this little game out of the way.

That way, we can get to know each other better.

Yeah.

You don't mind if I grab Frankie for a little chat, do you?

Oh, no. Please. Take him.

Oh.

Excuse us, dear. This is gonna take a while.

Let's go.

Oh, please.

Yeah.

I've been researching 1912 Bercotti shotguns.

They're a real rare prize for g*n collectors, 'cause they only made about 500.

Well, there can't be a lot of those around.

No. Only 18 in the United States.

One was auctioned off in Boston seven months ago.

Guess who bought it.

[Telephone ringing]

[Breathing shakily]

I don't believe those belong to you.

I'll take them right now.

How did you know I was here?

My son can't keep anything from me.

Well, then you know that he asked me to hold on to these documents.

And I have decided that it's best if I have them.

Why do you want them?

Let's just say they're important to my family.

Well, they're also important to whoever tried to k*ll your son.

And that person will not stop until they have them.

I just don't believe that these papers are more important to you than your son's life.

I am trying to protect him.

So am I.

And I don't know what is going on here, but I don't think that Edward had anything to do with it.

And I don't believe that you are a k*ller.

I can help you, but you're going to have to trust me.

[Cellphone buzzes]

That's Detective Rizzoli.

If I don't answer, she's gonna know that something is wrong.

I'll put it on speaker.

[Buzzing continues]

Okay.

Okay.

[Beeps]

Jane, what's up?

We traced the shotgun to Noah Brenner.

It looks like he's our sh**t.

Do you know why?

No, not yet.

But the answer has to be in those papers, so we need them for motive.

I will bring them back to BPD.

Oh, we're gonna go pick up Brenner, so we'll meet you back here.

Okay.

[Beeps]

Now it all makes sense.

It was Noah who told Edward and me not to talk to the police.

He was sure there was something in the documents that would tarnish my husband's reputation and destroy our business.

So he asked you to get the documents.

He said he would help me protect the firm.

It's obvious the only thing he was interested in protecting was his own ass.

Well, whatever's in these papers, he was willing to k*ll in order to keep secret.

Will you help me figure out what that is?

I'll try.

♪ ♪

♪ I used to look through the mind like a soul ♪

What's going on, Angela?

♪ I'm a torch in this game ♪

Um, I'm spying on Frankie.

I mean with you and me.

Uh, I... I don't know what you mean.

Joann said she ran into you in the park.

Yeah, it was really nice to see her.

And she finally told me about the conversation that you two had right after the sh**ting.

Okay.

And you broke up with me because of what she said.

Well, listen, Joann was just doing what she thought was best.

I don't give a damn what Joann thought.

Well, don't be mad at her.

I'm not. I'm mad at you.

Look, Joann has a right to feel any way she wants, they're her feelings, not mine.

Okay. And if my being with you meant that I was at slightly more risk of getting sh*t at, then so be it.

It's a risk I'm willing to take.

I didn't know that.

So you broke up with me under false pretenses.

So I reject your breakup.

You do?

Yeah.

Unless you can stand there and honestly tell me that you don't love me the way I love you.

You love me?

Yes.

I do.

Stop.

♪ Lonely ♪

[Cellphone rings]

[Beeps]

Any luck?

Tilly and I figured out what was going on.

How did you get Cruella de Vil to help?

I convinced her that we're on the same side.

What did you find out?

Well, after his father's death, Edward couldn't figure out why his dad had written large checks out of the family's account.

Tilly recognized that all the checks went to clients that Phillip had put into Noah's hedge fund.

Why would he do that?

Tilly thinks there could be only one reason, that Noah was running a Ponzi scheme.

So Phillip must have figured out what was going on.

And he was trying to pay back his clients with his own money.

But then Noah found out that Edward was looking into it, and he had to stop him.

And Noah couldn't let people know what Edward's dad was doing and shine too much light on his fund.

The only way to keep the Ponzi scheme going was keep those documents secret.

Yeah, he k*lled a man to do it.

Are you bringing Noah in?

We went to his office, he wasn't there.

We're gonna try his estate, and see if we can find him.

Don't, he's right here.

♪ ♪

[Tires squeal]

Jane: Maura? Maura?!

Are you all right?

[Panting]

I'm all right.

I'm all right.

The documents are all... all over the floor.

Where are you?

Winchester Road, just a couple of miles south of Edward's estate.

We're close.

All right, sit tight. We'll be right there.

[Car door closes]

♪ ♪

He's got a g*n.

[Whispers] He's got a g*n!

Maura! Hang on!

[Tires squeal]

Stop right there!

I want those documents!

You sh**t...

You sh**t me, and they go right over the edge with me.

You'll never have time to retrieve them before the police get here.

You're right. We can make a deal.

A deal?

Yeah, a mutually beneficial arrangement between two reasonable people.

What do you have in mind?

You give me the documents, and I let you walk.

In order for an agreement like that to work, there has to be trust between the parties involved.

What do you need me to do?

Make me understand how a smart man gets involved in a Ponzi scheme.

What difference does it make?

It will help me judge just how desperate you are.

Why do you care?

Desperate people can't be trusted.

And we agreed that we need to trust each other.

People with my kind of money are never desperate.

We can buy our way out of anything.

Until you meet someone as rich as you.

Trust me, you're not as rich as me.

I was talking about Edward and his father.

You couldn't buy them.

And now I don't have to.

You have the last set of documents.

So my plan is simple...

I either buy you or I k*ll you.

There's no other way out for you.

Or for you.

And there's no way I would ever make that kind of a deal.

It's over, Noah.

[Sighs] You've forced my hand.

At least I'll be able to run.

Put the g*n down. Very slowly.

I don't want to sh**t you, but I will.

Oh, we wouldn't want to scratch this beauty.

[Panting]

Where did you come from?

Well, those shotguns have hair triggers.

We parked around the corner, figured the element of surprise was important.

Surprise.

[Sighs]

You all right?

I am now.

[Sighs]

[Elevator bell dings]

Where's my mom?

Oh, she's downstairs, grabbing a cup of coffee.

She'll be right up.

Why are you smiling?

Because we really hit it off.

[Elevator bell dings]

How is that possible?

Hey.

Hey.

Oh, so did you go with the dark roast?

Mm-hmm. It's great with the hazelnut cream.

I really love that.

It is, yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, right?

Okay, what's going on here?

I don't know what you're talking about, dear.

You're both standing here like it was fun and games.

Because we had a great time.

There is no way he could have stood up to your interrogation and come out with that smile on his face.

I didn't interrogate him. We just had a lovely chat.

Yeah, she's right. It was nice, yeah.

Why didn't you ask him all the crazy-ass questions you asked all of my other boyfriends?

Simple. I liked this one right off the bat.

Now, I wasn't crazy about the relationship deception you two pulled, but...

I figured it was all your idea.

Mm-hmm.

[Laughs]

Hey, how about we all go out to dinner, huh?

That sounds good. Nina?

Yeah, I'd like that. Frankie, would you get my coat?

It's on my chair.

Sure.

[Laughs]

You know I love you, right?

Mm-hmm.

But if you screw up this relationship, I will come down on you like a pack of hungry wolves.

I was about to say the same thing to you, sweetheart.

We good?

We're great.

Great.

Okay, so I'm thinking Vitello's.

♪ ♪

I think that bump on your head has altered your thinking.

Uh, no, I'm serious. I think my mother actually likes you.

Tolerates is a more accurate description.

[Chuckles]

All right. Who would have thought that we would end up here after all these years?

Life is unpredictable.

Yeah. I'll say.

So are you ready to come inside?

Are we really gonna do this, Maura?

It's been a long time. I don't think we have a choice.

[Laughs]

All right.

Hi.

Hi!

Hey!

The happy couple!

[Laughter]

Oh, gosh! Look at this cake!

Jane: I know. Ma went all out.

Thank you.

Oh, sure.

So what do we do now?

Well, we can't have cake until you sign the divorce papers, and... and I want cake.

Yeah.

Cake.

All: Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake!

Sign 'em, Maura. Ladies first.

[Laughs] Okay.

Frankie: All right.

And by the powers not vested in me, I pronounce you happily divorced.

[All cheering]

Who knew a divorce party could be so much fun?

[Laughs]

Let's never have one, okay?

Okay.

Mmm. Ooh.

All right, you have to tell us all about Maura's wild years.

Come on.

Ooh.

Did she ever tell you about the time she tried out to be a professional female wrestler?

You're kidding me.

WWF was in town.

It was her opportunity to protest gender inequality in popular culture.

I have to take notes.

No, seriously. She came up with a name.

Oh?

Maura the Mauler. She had a costume.

What?!

You're so right.

This is the best way to celebrate a divorce.

Well, you know, I figure a divorce should be as much fun as the wedding.

Thank you for throwing the party.

Yeah, sure.

It's not every day that your best friend gets divorced.

[Sighs] Um...

You've decided to take the job, haven't you?

Yes, I have.

I think it's the right thing to do.

I'm proud of you.

Really?

Yeah, I know change is hard.

And it's scary to face the unknown, but we have more to do in our lives.

Yeah.

Thanks for supporting me.

That's what best friends do.

Here's to change.

To change.

And maybe collared shirts.

No! No, God, no!

That is never gonna happen... not even at the Bureau.

Oh, but here's some good news.

Uh, the employee discount at the FBI in the gift shop...

25% off.

[Gasps]

[Laughs]

You know I can't resist a sale.

Mm-hmm.