06x10 - Sister Sister

[bunniefuu]

♪ Treasure ♪

Run. Run.

♪ My treasure ♪

Run.

♪ When you smile ♪

Walk.

♪ I'm in heaven ♪

Slow.

And, Duke, and sit.

[whines]

You're such a good boy.

Yes.

I know you want to practice more, but... I need a rest.

[barks]

I promise we'll practice more later.

[sighs] Boy. I don't know how you keep your cool.

It's so hot out here, and you're in that fur coat.

I've got your favorite ... brown rice, salmon, and kale.

[growls]

Come on, it's delicious.

[barking]

[screams]

[splash]

Looks like it came out of your grandmother's closet.

You said stylish and demure.

I have never used the word "demure."

Okay. Then this will be... perfect.

I'm interviewing with a condo board, not auditioning for "the Bachelor."

I think a bright color would look striking on you.

Frankie: Listen to Maura.

She always looks good.

Mind your own business.

Thank you very much.

He's been in there for 20 minutes.

The art of shaving requires a hot towel to loosen the pores, oil to soften the skin, and a rich cream to ease the friction.

Yo, you want an ease of friction, quit hogging the bathroom.

You definitely need your own place.

This is stunning.

It's couture.

It's gonna make me look like big bird.

A recent psychological study found that wearing warm colors makes people feel that you are friendly and approachable, so something yellow might be more inviting.

Do you really want this place?

Yes, I do.

It is three blocks from Fenway, four blocks from work, miles from Ma... and 10% under market value.

Well, great.

Then you have to woo the board.

You know, the real-estate market is highly competitive right now.

Did you prepare for your interview?

Puh-lease.

I got five years of tax returns, I got a recommendation from the chief, one from my priest, one from my former landlord.

You are all over this.

Right?

[gasps]

That dress is perfect.

Sophisticated with just a dash of va-voom.

I think it has a little too much va-voom.

Trust me, in that dress, the condo's already yours.

[cellphone vibrates]

Okay.

Rizzoli.

[cellphone vibrates]

Isles.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, we'll be right there.

It's all yours.

Thank you for hurrying.

[title music]

6x10 - "Sister Sister"

[dog growling]

Damn.

[barking]

What did Cujo do?

Protecting the body.

He wouldn't let anybody near her.

Meter reader found her.

Hey, sophisticated with just a touch of va-voom.

She texted you.

Hey. We're just trying to be supportive.

Well, let's just try to be detectives.

Victim is Mona Evans, lived alone.

Neighbor across the street said she kept to herself.

Spent most of her time with the dog.

She's got three shelves of dog show trophies in there and a bunch of pictures of man's best friend.

Mm, not those pictures where the dogs are dressed up in costumes.

What is he, a dentist?

Plumber? Superman?

FBI.

Well, they just wear suits.

How do you know he's not an accountant?

Had an I.D.

Ah! People are nuts.

Yeah. When's your interview with the condo board?

Oh, as soon as I'm done here.

As soon as Maura rules this as an accident. She drown?

I can't say definitely.

What about time of death?

Water makes that assessment difficult.

The one thing I can tell you is that she appears to have been att*cked by her dog.

Ugh. Thought her and Cujo were tight.

Dog's name is Duke.

A trained and well-loved dog attacking its owner is very unusual.

I'm gonna need a blood sample to rule out rabies.

Got it.

Question.

Hmm?

Where do you keep your g*n?

Oh, don't ask.

We're gonna need a blood sample from the dog.

I'll have it drawn up at the pound and sent over to you.

Thanks.

[Duke whines]

Get down. Down.

Good boy.

Boy, he is well trained.

Not when it comes to getting in the cage.

You can understand why he was agitated.

He's what we call dangerously aggressive.

That's all I need to understand.

What's gonna happen to him?

He att*cked someone.

He'll be quarantined for 24 hours and then put down.

We haven't determined that he actually att*cked anyone.

You a dog lover?

Yeah, I am.

Figures.

What does that mean?

Means we have a different perspective.

When I see bite marks on victims, I consider it an att*ck.

And that's what's going in my report.

Well, don't do anything till BPD files a report.

I don't make the rules, Sergeant... Korsak.

You want something special, you talk to my boss.

[whining]

Okay, so these are exactly the same Sloppy Joes that she made me and Jane when we were little.

It's like having a home-cooked meal in a restaurant.

Right?

So, how's it going with you and Jane living under the same roof?

Not bad.

Oh.

Yeah, you know, we're actually getting along pretty good.

It's nice having her around.

Is that right?

Uh... yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

All right.

[sighs]

You told me you guys are driving each other crazy.

Why didn't you tell her the truth?

Because then she'd go to Jane and start nosing around, and then Jane will want to know why I was complaining to Ma, and the whole thing is like a vicious circle.

So, what's the real problem with you and Jane?

One bathroom, two adults.

Why not tell your mom that?

The minute I tell her, it becomes a big deal.

Besides, Jane has a meeting with a condo board today.

If that goes well, then she'll be out of my place real soon, and I've avoided a family crisis.

Win-win.

You sure you don't want to tell me anything?

[chuckling] Me? No.

Why?

I got nothing.

Hmm?

All right.

She knows we're lying.

She always knows.

I thought you had your interview with the condo board.

It's already done.

Well, that was fast. How did it go?

I was so ready for this with all my financials and my recommendations.

They didn't care about any of it.

What did they care about?

They wanted to know if I had a boyfriend.

Well, that's an easy one.

They wanted to know if I belonged to an online dating service.

If I had a lot of friends, what I like to drink.

What, are they planning your wedding?

[chuckling] I know, right? No!

They only wanted to know if I was gonna be loud and have parties and keep them from curling up with their books at 7:00 P.M.

How do you think you did?

Well, I got a little annoyed.

There's other condos.

[groans] Not like this one.

How'd the interview go?

Fantastic!

Great. When you moving out?

So soon.

What do you got there?

Autopsy results.

Oh. Did she drown or did the dog k*ll her?

Neither.

So, she was dead when she went into the pool?

Or almost dead.

What k*lled her?

Acute strychnine toxicity.

She was poisoned.

Kent!

Kent.

Hey.

Hey, did you call the Harris family?

Who?

The family of the girl who d*ed in the car accident.

Uh, yeah, I-I believe I did.

Okay, then why did they call again this morning and leave a message asking about the cause of death?

Uh... oh, yeah.

That's right.

I, um, I didn't do it because I was, uh, I was ... I was busy.

I was doing this report, and, um ...

I've asked you twice to call them.

Right. Well, uh, I figured since it wasn't ruled as a homicide...

They've been through so much.

They deserve to hear from us.

Of course.

It's our job.

Right.

And you'll call.

[elevator dings]

Jane: Found any rat poison at the house?

No rat poison and no signs of infestation.

Well, su1c1de seemed like a long sh*t.

She had no apparent health issues or financial problems.

She wasn't seeing a therapist, and there were no calls to a su1c1de hotline.

And she made plans to attend several upcoming dog shows.

Anybody benefit from her death?

Her husband passed away several years ago.

She lived alone on a small pension after working 25 years at the downtown library.

Only had $2,317 in her savings.

She owned her home, but she was upside down on her mortgage.

Nina: From what we can see, she spent most of her money on her dog.

She had two daughters.

[sighs]

One had a long history of drug-related arrests, and the other was a model citizen.

I know the one I want to talk to.

The other one's on her way in.

Okay, thanks.

But you have no evidence that dog is dangerous.

I understand that your facility is overcrowded.

As one law-enforcement officer to another, could you give us a little more time?

I appreciate your cooperation.

Takes a big man not to go to another man's office and punch him in the face.

It had to be done.

I don't think that dog would hurt a fly.

How much time did you get?

Another 24 hours.

Well, that's like seven days in dog years.

[laughs]

I hope it's enough.

[cellphone vibrates]

Mona's daughter's here.

We're very sorry for your loss.

When's the last time you saw your mother?

I don't know.

A couple of weeks ago.

We weren't close.

Why is that?

Duke.

Do you think he was dangerous?

Hardly.

So, why didn't you see more of your mom?

My mother grew up with alcoholic parents.

They were too drunk to get her up for school and make her dinner.

She raised herself and then married a man just like them.

I think dogs were easier than people, even her own children.

After a while, I realized there was no point in fighting for her attention.

That's very understanding.

I've had a lot of therapy.

[chuckles]

Any idea why someone would want to k*ll her?

No.

What about your sister?

She's screwed up, but Sarah couldn't do something like that.

She's got two convictions of burglary.

She has a drug problem.

Addicts need money.

Sarah had hit my Mom up for money all the time.

And when she wouldn't give her any, Sarah would get angry at Mom for loving the dog more than us.

But she wouldn't hurt anyone.

We'll still need to speak to her.

She lives on the streets.

You might want to check the shelters around the South End.

I'll put out a B.O.L.O.

[pen clicks]

[indistinct conversations]

[elevator dings]

Hey.

Hey! Is everything alright?

Kent kissed me.

What?! On the lips?

Yeah. We were just talking, and suddenly, he just kissed me.

Oh, it's like a bad romance novel.

Yeah, we work together.

I know.

He's my subordinate.

I know.

Therefore, any romantic involvement is strictly out of the question.

I know!

Are you sure?

I almost forgot.

How was your interview?

[gasps]

You're changing the subject.

Yes, I am.

[elevator dings]

It's gonna be fine.

So, it didn't go well.

Well, three bankruptcies, two D.U.I.s, and one arrest for indecent exposure by the board members has me convinced... it's gonna be fine.

You really think that threatening them with exposure is the right way to go?

Yeah.

I mean, I'll keep it quiet.

You know, like a good neighbor would.

Do you have anything case related to share?

Yes. To figure out how the poison was ingested, I had the victim's stomach contents analyzed.

I found coffee, salmon, kale, brown rice.

All were contaminated with strychnine.

That's a breakfast I'd skip.

But the small amount of food was not consistent with the large amount of poison in her system.

So, I sent a tech over to the house, and he found salmon, kale, and brown rice in a container in the refrigerator labeled "dog food."

All tested positive for strychnine.

Well, if the poison was in the dog food, why didn't it k*ll the dog?

Well, a dog's sense of smell is 20 times more sensitive than a human's, so it's possible that he smelled the poison and refused to eat it.

And Mona didn't smell it.

And if she didn't want to waste it...

She ate it.

So, someone was trying to k*ll the dog and Mona just got in the way.

[music]

Korsak: Dr. Isles.

Yes!

I didn't mean to scare you.

Oh, no. Not ... not at all.

What can I do for you, sergeant?

Jane was filling me in on your theory about Duke smelling the poison.

Mm-hmm.

And I was thinking, since this dog has no history of being aggressive, maybe the bite marks on her arm are from Duke trying to pull her out of the pool trying to save her.

Well, that would be consistent with the puncture marks I saw.

Did you test for strychnine in his system?

I'm afraid not. We only used the blood sample to test for rabies.

But if he was the intended victim...

Then I should do a more detailed examination of the dog.

So, I will e-mail the director of animal control and ask him to release Duke in our custody.

Thanks, Maura.

[chuckles]

Frankie, did we ever get a hit on the B.O.L.O. for Mona's daughter?

Nothing. It's like she disappeared.

I started looking into who else would want Duke dead.

A woman named Delores Klobb filed 22 complaints with animal control about Duke's excessive barking.

That would make me want to k*ll the dog.

Yeah, especially since she lives right next door.

Did we talk to her?

Well, the uniforms knocked on her door during the canvassing, but she didn't answer.

Well, maybe we should knock a little louder.

Yeah.

[dog barking in distance]

[door closes]

Going somewhere?

I'm moving to Florida.

You come by to help me pack?

Two policemen came by to interview you this morning.

Only I wasn't home.

I was getting my hair done.

You can ask at the salon.

Which salon?

Cuts Galore.

You want to talk about Mona?

Is there something you want to tell us?

I didn't like her damn dog.

Because he barked.

Constantly.

And Mona wouldn't do anything except rub him on the head and say he was a good dog.

Nobody else around here complained.

Well, maybe it didn't bother them.

They didn't live right next door like I do.

Maybe they were deaf.

You know, I watch cop shows.

I know what's going on here.

You think I k*lled Mona because of Duke.

Did you?

I have been complaining about Duke for years.

If I was gonna k*ll Mona, it would've been a long time ago, not now that I'm moving.

And you know, I am not the only one that didn't like him.

I don't know how many times I had to listen to that drug-addict daughter argue with Mona about that dog.

When was the last time the daughter was here?

Four days ago.

Oh, and there was that woman yesterday morning.

What woman?

Mona called her Brenda.

She was about 5'3", 120 pounds.

Oh, they got into it, screaming about b*tches and studs.

What's with the notebook?

Oh, I've been writing down license-plate numbers ever since we had a string of break-ins back in the '90s.

I write down the number of anyone who doesn't belong.

You wrote down my license plate.

I don't know you.

I just talked to the woman who got into it with Mona yesterday morning.

Her name is Brenda Grady.

She and Mona had a heated debate because Mona backed out of an agreement to breed Duke.

Apparently Duke is is like the Lebron James of dog shows.

I don't know how Lebron would feel about that comparison. [chuckles]

And she got angry because there's this big show coming up.

It was the perfect place to... sell his services.

Well, angry enough to k*ll Duke?

Not angry, but with an alibi.

She's been in Europe over the last month scouting show dogs, so she couldn't have poisoned the dog food in the time frame that we're looking at. [sighs]

Okay, so we're back to Mona's daughter.

Maybe not.

Brenda told me there's plenty of dog-show enthusiasts who would be thrilled to have Duke out of the competition.

Thrilled enough to poison him?

Yeah.

Duke's three biggest rivals are a Great Dane, a Malamute, and a standard Schnauzer.

All three of them have been runners-up at every show that Duke won over the last year.

Well, it is hard to b*at Lebron in the clutch.

[elevator dings]

Easy, easy.

[Duke whines] Oh.

How did you pull that off?!

He's in protective custody.

Aww.

Who would want to k*ll you?

Right?

Look at that face.

Aww. [panting]

Hey, you know what?

I wonder if whoever tried to k*ll him knows that he's still alive.

When is his competition that he's supposed to be in?

Every day this weekend at the Convention Center.

And all three of Duke's rivals are gonna be there.

We slip backstage using Duke and catch them off guard in their own turf?

Mm-hmm.

Hey. Want to go undercover?

[barks]

Yes, he does. He does.

Korsak: [laughs]

All right, leash high.

Your free hand palm up.

Mm-hmm.

It's important that you lead the dog with authority and grace.

You're not just showing him off.

You're presenting him to be appreciated.

You know so much about it, why don't you do it?

Because he's always been led by a woman.

[sighs]

Is this really necessary?

The best way to get a reaction from Duke's rivals is to b*at them.

Korsak: And you could do it.

With your height and feminine form, it accentuates Duke's masculine line and strength.

Well, you just don't want to do this 'cause you think it looks stupid.

I don't want to do it, but I do think you look terrific.

Oh, I see a blue ribbon in your future. [sighs]

All right, bring him to a stop.

Okay.

Hold him here in a sit position.

Good boy.

Mm.

Are you appreciating him?

Absolutely.

Are you appreciating me?

More! [chuckles]

Come.

Up. Good boy.

Now, presentation is everything.

This is what they call hand stacking.

That is what I'd call dating.

[laughs]

Jane, if you're gonna take Duke to the dog show, you have to know how to handle him. Come on.

No, you're right. Okay.

I'll just ... I'll try the trotting thing again.

Okay. Come on, bud, we can do this.

Okay.

[Duke barking]

See you at the dog show!

[laughing]

Hey, Jane...

Frankie: Wait!

Duke!

Oh! [laughs]

Hi, Angela.

Hi. I, uh, I brought you a treat.

Sloppy Joe sliders.

Homemade this morning.

They look so good.

So, let's sit.

Okay.

Go ahead. Enjoy.

Mmm. Perfection.

So, how are you doing?

I think you know.

[silent gulp]

You mean Frankie and Jane?

Bingo.

So, what do you think is going on with them?

I'm not sure it's my place.

Nina.

Announcer: May we have the hound group in the ring, please?

Afghan hound...

[grunting]

Wait.

[whining]

No, I can't do ...

Oh, no, no, no.

Frankie: You got this.

You got this.

[clears throat]

Okay, come on.

[whines]

Zsa Zsa. Behave.

[whines]

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

Great Dane, 3:00.

Korsak: That is one big dog.

Could put a saddle on him and ride him into the show.

Well, let's see how she feels about competing against Duke today.

Easy.

[Duke panting]

Yes.

Thank you.

[whines]

What are you doing with Duke?

Huh? Uh...

I'm ... I'm standing in for Mona.

You can't take her place.

Well, she is unable to be here.

I don't give a damn what Mona is unable to do.

She registered the dog, and if she's not here, he's disqualified.

Well, I spoke to the judges, and they say differently.

[chuckles]

I know what she's trying to pull.

She found an Amazon to lead Duke so he seems correctly proportional.

I beg your pardon?

According to American purebred standards, he is 10% too big.

You need to back up.

[Duke growls]

[Barks] Ah!

Control that beast!

I ...

Duke!

[Duke barking]

Duke!

Come on! Get off!

Duke!

No, Duke!

No! No! No! No!

Duke, Duke, Duke, Duke.

Duke, get off.

Good boy.

Sarah Evans?

Yeah, that's right.

Guess we can cancel that B.O.L.O.

Come on.

Who are you people?

We're the police.

We've been looking for you.

Let's go.

What were you doing at the dog show this morning?

I went to see my Mom.

What's it to you?

Is that why you ran?

I didn't run till that damn dog started chasing me.

You're gonna have to do better than that.

[sighs] I went to my mother's house this morning.

She wasn't there.

I figured she had to be at the dog show, so I went looking for her.

You didn't find her.

No.

I saw you there with Duke, so... looked around to find out what the hell was going on.

Sarah, do you know why your mother wasn't at the dog show today?

I wouldn't be sitting here if I did.

Your mother was m*rder*d, Sarah.

[chuckles]

W-What?

[stammers] H-How...

What happened?

Someone put poison in Duke's food.

He didn't eat it, she did.

No.

She couldn't have.

She did.

How is that possible?

I think you know, Sarah.

Who put the poison in Duke's food?

It was...

It was me.

[sobbing]

Oh, my god, I k*lled my Mom.

You're wrong.

My sister may be a junkie, but she's not a m*rder*r.

She has admitted to putting the poison in Duke's food, and it looks like we found rat poison in her pockets.

What?

And we believe that she went to the dog show this morning to finish the job.

I could've stopped this.

How do you mean?

My... My sister told me she wanted to k*ll Duke.

We had a big fight about it in my Mom's backyard about two weeks ago.

Okay, why didn't you tell me this before?

Because my sister was always high, always talking crazy.

I just never thought she'd really do it.

What's gonna happen to her?

Sweetie, that's up to the judge.

Wasn't sure if you wanted him or not.

If you don't, I can try and find him a home.

No. I'll take him.

It's what my Mom would've wanted.

Well, he's a good guy.

[sighs]

[whines]

[elevator dings]

[indistinct conversations]

Why did you tell Mom we weren't getting along?

I didn't.

I just left the Dirty Robber!

She's all over me about how I treat you.

Jane, I'm telling you I didn't say a word to her about it.

Then why does she think I'm a bathroom hog?

I ...

Because I told her. [sighs]

What?

Frankie: Why'd you tell her?

I told you she was gonna make a big deal out of it.

And I told you she knew you were lying.

I'm really sorry, but she cornered me... with her cooking.

Did she make the fresh cannolis?

Sloppy Joe sliders.

Wow.

Yeah, she was playing for keeps.

Right. Don't worry about it.

She's broken the best of us.

She sat me down with those sliders, and before I knew it, I was telling her everything.

Okay, listen.

Just in the future, when it comes to our mother, say nothing.

Mm-hmm.

Or lie.

Or run.

Running's good. [sighs]

[sighs]

Now we're gonna have to deal with it.

Jane.

What?

I'm sorry for being such a bathroom hog.

It's okay.

And look, I appreciate you letting me stay with you.

I know it's a pain, but hey, I'll be out soon.

No, I've liked having you around, but we both need our privacy, right?

Hey. How did it go with the condo?

Was it good?

Not yet.

But I think it's gonna be.

I can't believe it.

Both: What?

Your mom said that if I told her what was going on with you guys, she'd know how to get you talking.

[cellphone vibrates]

And that's what you're doing.

She's amazing.

[sighs] She's amazing.

Okay, Maura's got something.

I, um ... I tested for residue in Sarah's coat pocket.

Rat poison?

Yeah, yeah. Just like she said.

Kent, I'm gonna need to see you in my office when I'm done here.

Oh... Okay.

Um...[clears throat]

When?

Uh, give me 20 minutes?

All right.

Hi.

Oh...

Hi.

Bye.

[chuckles] You do any more canoodling in the workplace?

Nobody canoodles anymore.

And we have much more pressing issues.

I don't think that Sarah k*lled her mother.

Well, we have a confession.

Yes, she said that she put rat poison in Duke's food.

Yes.

Which contains strychnine.

And it also contained a dye that would have turned Mona's urine bright green if she'd eaten much of it.

However, her urine sample from the autopsy came out clear.

Okay, well, what about the tox screen with all the strychnine in it?

Well, I did a much more comprehensive analysis of the strychnine, and the test revealed that Mona had two types of strychnine in her system, each with a slightly different molecular structure.

Two different kinds of the same poison?

Yes. One was a more common version found in most rat poisons, and the other is a pure version that we use in medicine.

Mona had a massive amount of the pure version and a trace amount of the common version.

So, you're saying that even though Mona had the poison that was in the dog food, that's not what k*lled her.

It is likely that the lethal strychnine was in her coffee.

Which would've passed through her system more quickly.

Seems like a big coincidence that two people tried to poison the same woman at the same time with two different kinds of strychnine.

Well, maybe it wasn't a coincidence.

I mean, Trisha knew that Sarah was gonna poison the dog.

Maybe she just didn't think she was gonna do it right.

Well, why would she k*ll her mom?

Hey, did you find anything?

You were right. Trisha had motive.

Mona's house had a tax appraisal of $367,000.

We decided to confirm the property value with the realtor and discovered that five houses near Mona are in escrow.

And every one of them sold over fair market value at nearly $1 million each.

Turns out Harbor Hospital has quietly been buying up all the houses on Mona's block in order to expand.

But all the sales are contingent on closing the deals on all six properties.

Mona was the only holdout.

She didn't want to move Duke away from his home and training facility.

Million dollars is a lot of motive.

The only problem with that is I found her will in the house.

The daughters don't stand to inherit the estate.

The dog does.

So, whoever has the dog has the dough.

You wanted to see me?

Yes, I did. Come in.

[locks door]

So, you started something in the hallway that I intend to finish.

Yeah, Maura, um...

[clears throat]

There's nobody around to interrupt us this time.

No. Um...

Yes, I, uh, I-I kissed you...

Yes, you did.

It's not what you think.

Well, what I think... is that you did it to distract me.

[sighs]

You're a very perceptive woman.

Not perceptive enough to understand why you needed to distract me.

All I did was ask you to call that family and tell them how their daughter d*ed. [sighs]

Maura, it's really... it's a really long story.

I'll make time.

[sighs]

You know that in Afghanistan I was a... an army doctor.

I've been over your service record, yes. [sighs]

Yeah, well, the ... the hospital was ... it was right next to this small village.

There was this 18-year-old Afghani kid.

He had to support his entire family.

[chuckles]

Everybody liked him.

He was a great kid, you know? So... I hired him.

I got him to run errands, things like that.

And then one day on his way to work, he was, uh... he was hit by a truck.

They brought him in with massive internal injuries.

When his parents came to the hospital... and I had to tell them he was ... that he was dead.

I'm sorry.

[sighs]

I can still hear that mother crying.

[sniffles]

After that, it all just ... it just became too much, and I...

I decided I didn't want to be a doctor anymore.

But you must've lost soldiers in the field.

Yeah, but I didn't have to deal with their families.

I didn't have to feel their pain.

Simple.

The C.O. communicated with them.

So, when you left the service, you decided to be a medical examiner.

[chuckles] Yeah.

I figured dealing with dead bodies would be easier.

Until I asked you to call the girl's parents and give them an official cause of death.

It's part of our job.

I know. I know.

And you still haven't done it.

And now you're gonna fire me.

No.

I'm gonna help you.

We believe that your sister poisoned your mother.

No. I told you I put the rat poison in Duke's food.

That's not what k*lled her.

She d*ed from a large dose of a more pure kind of strychnine.

How is that possible?

Well, she knew that you wanted to try to k*ll Duke with rat poison.

You two argued about it in the backyard.

So what?

The perfect way to cover her tracks.

She figured we'd blame you for the m*rder.

Why would she k*ll my Mom?

Money.

My Mom didn't have any.

No, but the house is worth $1 million.

No. We don't get any of that.

Both my sister and I knew that she was leaving everything to Duke.

And with your mother dead and you in jail, who do you think becomes legal guardian of Duke?

Trisha.

And she'd control the assets.

She'd get everything.

So, what would you like to do about that?

[sighs]

Why did they let you out of jail?

Because I didn't k*ll Mom.

You admitted to putting the rat poison in Duke's food, and she ate it.

That's not what k*lled her.

She d*ed from a more lethal kind of strychnine.

How?

Police say someone put it in her coffee.

[barks]

Quiet, boy.

[Duke barking]

Ah, sounds like Duke is missing Mona.

Sounds like you're missing Duke.

I really liked that big guy.

Well, maybe it's time to get one like him.

Oh, Kiki got ruled by a Rottweiler when she was a little kid.

She doesn't like big dogs.

Yeah, but you do.

I do.

But... I like her more.

Sarah, that doesn't make any sense.

Who would poison Mom's coffee?

Cops don't know.

I think I have a pretty good idea.

You knew I was going to poison Duke, so you figured the perfect cover would be to put poison in Mom's coffee and then point the cops towards me.

But they didn't even find a coffee cup at the scene.

Because you removed it.

Sarah, why would I k*ll Mom?

For the money from the house.

It's not worth anything, Sarah.

You knew that the hospital was gonna give her $1 million for it.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

I don't care.

Sounds like she's telling the truth.

I'll keep my mouth shut.

I'll even cover for the cops with you, but I want half of that money.

I'm calling the police.

I want this all out in the open.

I didn't poison Mom, but I want to know who did.

Duke. [whistles]

[Duke barks]

If she k*lled her mother, she wouldn't be bringing the police into it.

So, we're back to square one.

[sighs] Well, whoever k*lled Mona had to know two things ... one, that the hospital wanted the property.

And two, that Sarah was planning to k*ll Duke with rat poison.

Who had access to both those pieces of information?

Well, Delores stood to gain a lot with the real-estate deal, and she told us she could hear everything that went on in that house.

And a million bucks will fund a pretty nice retirement in Florida.

Yes, it would.

[knock on door]

I wouldn't worry about packing very much, Delores.

You're under arrest for the m*rder of Mona Evans.

You don't have anything on me.

I'll sue you for false arrest.

We have a coffee cup that tested positive for strychnine with your fingerprints on it.

The next time you want to throw a m*rder w*apon away, you should probably pick a dumpster that isn't as close as a block from your house.

Put that down, please.

[handcuffs click]

[Duke whines]

Jane: [chuckles]

Korsak: He's a good guy.

See you later, handsome.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Take care of this guy, huh? [whines]

[door opens]

Again, I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Thank you.

How'd it go?

[door closes]

Yeah.

I feel better now.

Look, thanks for helping me through all this.

It's all part of my job.

And, uh...

I'd also like to, um... apologize for kissing you.

Apology accepted.

But just so we're clear, I'm your boss, and the department has very strict rules about dating subordinates.

Understood.

I also want to say that you're a very good kisser.

Kent...

I mean, technically, of course.

Well, thank you. I think.

There is one thing I'd like to ask you, as my boss.

Mm-hmm.

Is there any rules against someone from the M.E.'s office dating someone from, you know, say the police department?

There are no rules against going out with police officers.

Why do you ask?

Oh, just ... just curious. [clears throat]

Are we talking about a... a certain detective in the police department?

Are you messing with me again?

[scoffs]

Hey, what are you doing here?

Hey.

I wanted to celebrate a very exciting turn of events!

Oh. Did Kent call you?

No. The condo board approved my application.

Really?

Yes!

Oh!

It seems that being able to dish the dirt on their personal lives did the trick, so I have a new apartment!

Oh! That's fantastic!

I know! I can't ...

Why would Kent be calling me?

Oh, I-I think he's interested in you.

Yesterday, he was kissing you.

That was just him being weird.

Oh, I think this is you being weird.

No, no. I've done the math.

He interacts with you more than any other woman in the department.

So?

So, could you be interested in him?

I've never really thought about it.

But you're thinking about it now.

Not really, no.

He's handsome, he's funny, he has a great job.

He has all of his teeth.

He hasn't committed a major crime.

That we know of.

Which just meets your standards.

Well, that's why it's important to keep the bar low.

But I have a new apartment!

[squeals]

Well, I can't wait to decorate.

You're not touching it.

What? But what about the couch?

I b*rned it.