06x17 - b*mb Voyage

[bunniefuu]

[birds chirping]

[music]

[expl*si*n]

Morning!

Hi.

[door closes]

Perfect timing. I'm done packing.

Professor Sullivan just e-mailed me that the keys are under the mat, and the place is all yours.

Well, thank you for setting this up.

Of course.

Is this all you're taking?

Yeah. No! Wait! And this.

He's coming, too.

Do you really need it?

Um, it just seems a little dead.

He's not dead.

Dead-ish.

Don't say that. He can hear you.

Don't listen to her.

We could always get you a new cactus or a nice fern.

I don't want a new cactus. I like this one.

He's a survivor.

Ah. It came out of the fire.

Yeah.

He might be a little charred, but, you know, he's still got some sharp-ass thorns.

Spines I think they're called.

I... like the metaphor.

Well, we'll put it on the best ledge in the house.

Thank you.

All right! Okay ... oh!

Can you just wait until I'm gone?

I've been waiting.

Are you even sad that I'm moving out?

Nope. I'm a grown man.

If I'm gonna have a second toothbrush by my bathroom sink, I don't want it to be my sister's. So, bye-bye.

Okay, don't blame your lack of a love life on me, okay?

I don't make you wear those baseball pajamas.

Ma got me those.

Good luck explaining that to toothbrush number two.

[door opens]

Hmm.

Thanks for taking me in.

I love you.

[title music]

6x17 - "b*mb Voyage"

She's our hacker's cousin?

Nina: Yes. Married name's Hearn, not Keating, which is why we didn't trip to her earlier.

She did three years at Framingham for check kiting, was released six months ago. That's how I found her.

Our hacker was in a tagged photo at Rhonda's welcome-home party.

Are we sure she's linked to Joe Harris?

No, but she's in jail with our arsonist and Maura's kidnapper.

That's a lot of coincidental string to hold them together.

Well, let's bring her in.

I thought you might say that.

But her parole officer seems to have... misplaced her.

Since when?

No contact for three months.

Well, let's find her fast.

Will do. [cellphone beeps]

[keyboard keys clacking]

This spoils my experience of nature.

You hate nature.

Well, I would like it a lot more if there were fewer dead people in it.

Where's the victim?

Well, this case involves a hike.

[groans]

Do I need my boots?

Yep.

911 got a call about an expl*si*n this morning.

By the time the unit got here, jogger had found a finger.

Where?

It fell out of a tree right in front of him.

This is not an evidence bag.

No. Sandwich bag.

Jogger didn't want a critter to carry off with a partial digit.

Very considerate. Though my evidence now has granola on it.

Kid tested, mother approved.

Was our victim prone to playing with expl*sives in the woods?

I haven't been up to the scene yet, so I'm a little short of details.

[sighs]

Which way?

What? What else?

Your hacker had a relative that did time at MCI Framingham.

Rhonda Hearn?

No, doesn't ring any bells.

Still, maybe we're closer to figuring out who's behind all this.

Your lips to god's ears.

[music]

Okay, so, powdered sand and ivory dream are the exact same color, right?

Different texture.

[chuckles]

We're talking about table linens.

Can it really be that complicated?

[chuckles] Wait till you get to the centerpiece.

You have to be a horticulturist to figure that all out. [groans]

[sighs]

All right, what's wrong with you?

Oh, no, I'm just thinking.

You know, I mean, this isn't Vince's first wedding.

It's not even his second.

Yeah? So?

So, maybe I'm getting a little carried away.

It's your wedding day.

You're supposed to get carried away.

Really?

You're the bride. Embrace it ... all of it.

Yeah, the linens, the flowers.

The dress! [cellphone ringing]

I'm sorry.

No, no. [cellphone beeps]

Hi, Ron.

What?

Yeah, well, I don't know what to say.

Can I call you right back?

Yeah. Yep. Right back. Bye.

[cellphone beeps]

Is everything okay?

Ron was invited to a medical conference in Paris this weekend.

He asked if my passport was in order.

So he wants to take you to Paris.

That's impossible, right?

[chuckling] Okay, okay.

I'm gonna give your advice back to you.

Go for it. Call him back. Say yes.

Say "oui."

No.

[music]

It appears the cause of death was traumatic limb loss.

No!

We're gonna need more evidence bags.

Not a huge charge. Smaller than a grenade.

Yeah. Like a homemade pipe b*mb, you think?

Did the uniforms find any other bombs or b*mb-making materials?

No, just a bag of carrots.

Okay, well, I'll reach out to the b*mb squad.

They're gonna want to find the other pieces of the device, make sure it's fully detonated.

The shrapnel density and gunpowder residue suggests it might have ...

Stop!

How could you disagree with me, sergeant?

I haven't ev...

Just stop.

There's half a possum and another crater over there.

We're standing in a minefield. Just don't move.

[music]

[over PA] Hello, detectives. Dr. Isles.

Okay, Bryce, you going for, like, a pep-rally thing?

'Cause not peppy. Not peppy.

I can shout if that'd be easier for you, but it is important that you hear me.

Okay, listen up, first off, obviously, you're all gonna stay where you are.

Please turn off your cellphones.

It is unlikely that a b*mb of this type was detonated remotely, but we do not know what else was planted here.

Our plan is to use the metal detectors and the dogs to clear safe pathways to walk you out, but it will take a while.

We can only clear three inches at a time.

You know what? Go back to the bullhorn.

'Cause what you're saying is excruciating.

Hey, you know, I'm in a nice, shady spot, so get everybody else out first, huh?

Wha... I'm kidding. I'm kidding.

No, no, no. He's right.

You're all clustered together.

He's separate. It's more efficient.

Is everybody clear?

Got it.

Yeah.

Why is it when you can't use the ladies room, all you want to do is use the ladies room?

We're good. We're all good.

[music]

Hey.

You never called back about Paris.

I'm sorry. Yeah.

I, uh... I know you need to book the tickets.

I'm still thinking.

[sighs] I'm moving too fast.

I-I got swept up, and I-I pushed for something that you're not ready for.

No, no, that's not it.

I would love to go away with you.

You would?

Yeah. But, um... dropping everything and jetting off to Europe...

I don't know why, but... it's hard for me imagining myself getting carried away like that.

I know why.

You do?

How can you get carried away when you're always so busy carrying everyone else?

Yeah. Maybe.

I don't want to pressure you, but... I think you'd love Paris.

I'll see you when I get back.

Okay.

[beeping]

Is it possible whoever planted these things had no particular target in mind?

Well, it's a really remote location.

Right? [music]

Like, maybe he was practicing.

You know, maybe he was gonna plant them elsewhere.

Well, that would fit the distribution of the expl*sive residue.

Primarily on the front of his torso, But there's more on the upper torso, perhaps indicating that he was looking down at the time of detonation.

Hey.

Yeah.

Well, we should check with homeland security and FBI and see if they've got any home-grown t*rrorists on their radar in the area, you know?

You're clear, Dr. Isles. Remain inside the flags as you exit.

Okay. I will need a CSRU tech to help me with the body.

I'm sorry. First priority's for the living.

The body will be retrieved when we clear the field.

But he's in the sun.

There will be a cascade of chemical reactions that will affect my analysis.

And I don't have any photos or samples.

And what if something blows up?

I'll be unable to help ...

We'll get this done as quickly as we can.

I wish somebody had mentioned the living/dead priority thing earlier.

Hold this, please. You're not squeamish, are you?

Oh, for Chr... he's standing in front of half a man!

If he was squeamish, we would know about it.

I'm very sorry.

Well, this is no way to run an investigation.

I'll try harder next time.

[music]

Hey, are you okay?

I'm fine.

I'm warm, annoyed, but I'm ... I'm fine.

You were in a minefield.

And Jane and Korsak are still there.

And right now we can help most by solving this and ensuring that whoever did it can't hurt anybody else.

This is from our victim. Run a tox screen.

If he built the b*mb himself, he may have traces of 2, 4, 6-trinitrotoluene in his bloodstream from inhalation or physical contact.

Maura!

Oh.

I'm so glad you're okay.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Thank you for your concern.

Thank you both for your concern. But I'm fine.

All right.

All right, so, based on the photos I took of the fingerprints, our victim is John Franklin.

He is a co-founder of an NGO that specializes in de-mining former w*r zones and making them safe for civilians.

Well, that would explain how he might get a land mine.

Yeah, but it doesn't explain why he would blow himself up in a park in Boston.

[beeping]

You're clear.

Just stay on the path on the way out, okay?

Okay, uh, when can he go?

Oh, don't worry about me, Jane.

Kiki will be glad I missed a meal.

[rapid beeping]

I've got something!

Hang on a second.

[device beeps]

Contact.

[device beeps]

We've got another device.

Don't move until he's flagged it.

We don't want any motion in the area while he's working.

Mr. Park, how long have you and John been doing this work?

10 years. We joined the peace corps after college.

Saw the damage the mines can do.

Decided to do something about it.

The way John was k*lled seems very specific to your work.

Does your NGO have any enemies?

Plenty.

Governments of countries who don't want us there, people who think we could be doing more.

John took most of the heat for it.

He was the face of our organization.

Fundraising, government relations, that kind of thing?

Yeah. Yeah, he was great at it.

[cellphone vibrates]

[sighs]

Our b*mb squad just found another mine.

What? Where?

In the same place.

Whoever did this was determined to take him out.

Can I help? I'm an expert in de-mining.

I-I appreciate the offer, but what would really help is to figure out who k*lled him.

Can you put together a list of the places you've worked, uh, copies of his e-mails, employee records?

Of course.

Anyone with a grudge against you is a potential suspect now, all right?

[beeping]

Bryce: Okay, Jane, mine's flagged. You can go now.

Um, okay. I'm ... I'm ...

I'm just gonna wait for you over here, okay?

Oh, don't be silly. It's a million degrees.

Get in the shade. Get some water.

I-It's fine. I don't mind waiting.

Would you get me a pizza ... sausage and onion?

Really?

Okay. I'll get it in one of those sleeves, keep it extra hot.

Don't get any closer.

I'm not sure it's safe. I...

I stepped on one.

I'm standing on a land mine.

[tense music]

Normally, you step on a mine, it explodes within seconds, but we think that Korsak stepped on the edge of it and it rocked up and that's how he saw it.

Well, if it didn't explode, can you just step off of it?

We can't risk it rocking back into place and activating the pressure plate.

Well, how are you gonna get him off of it?

[sighs]

We're not sure yet.

Okay.

Where are you going?

To go sit with him!

No, Jane, you got to stay outside the potential blast zone.

Let me explain something to you.

That is one of the finest detectives I have ever known, and he is standing out there alone, waiting to see if he's gonna blow up.

I'm going.

[sighs]

Kent, I need you to go up to the bombing site.

Sure.

How many technicians do you want me to take?

None. Just your medical bag.

Sergeant Korsak is standing on a land mine.

I think your experiences in Afghanistan have made you uniquely qualified to help if things...

Go sideways. Yeah.

I have one thing I have to do, but I will be there as soon as I can.

Okay.

[bullhorn crackles]

Close enough, Jane. Jane, I mean it. Stop.

Apparently, this is close enough.

You look ridiculous.

Shouldn't you be out catching a m*rder*r?

You want me to go back to work?

You walk over here and make me. [laughs]

[bullhorn crackles]

[bullhorn crackles]

Apparently, our victim came up here a lot.

So someone planted enough mines he'd step on one eventually.

Yeah.

If you're patient, it's not a stupid way to m*rder someone.

No stupider than any other way.

Yeah.

You know, I've developed a new appreciation to what you've been going through.

What do you mean?

Not to go too deep with the metaphor, but the thought of your life being blown up by unseen forces.

Yeah, no, that ... that's too deep. [chuckles]

Are you sure you're dealing with it all okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

[voice breaking] 'Cause I'm a little shaky.

Thinking how... life with Kiki's so great.

It can all be gone in an instant.

And I've only been out here a couple hours.

Nothi...

Nothing is gonna happen to you, okay?

I'm not gonna let it.

And I ... and I got pizza standing by.

[chuckles] Okay?

How's the ... how's the wedding planning?

Since you brought it up, I've been meaning to ask you something.

You want to be my best man... so to speak?

Well, do I have to... throw you a-a bachelor party?

'Cause I'm in for poker.

You know, not so much on the strippers.

What's going on?

Um...

They're gonna ... they're gonna remove that b*mb.

So...

I'm too old for a bachelor party.

No, you're not.

Yeah, I am.

I'd be honored to be your best man.

[sighs]

Who gets angry at people for removing mines?

Well, there's millions of mines all around the world.

And a lot of governments don't want Americans coming in and digging them up.

So if someone flew here to send that message...

Or they were here already, in an embassy, maybe.

Maybe.

Keep sorting through the e-mails. See if anyone sounds like they're gonna take things a step further.

Hey. How's Jane's case coming?

Any luck finding the hacker's cousin?

She was living in a residential hotel until last month.

No forwarding address, but I got an A.D.A. to sign off on a warrant for her cellphone.

Mm-hmm.

Hopefully, that leads somewhere.

I think you're working about five times harder than the rest of us.

[door opens]

How's it going?

They're about to remove land mine number two.

Well, I guess number three 'cause one already exploded, right?

Anyway, they're removing a mine, and it's not the one that Korsak's standing on.

How are we going with our tests?

Well, the only expl*sive chemicals in our victim's blood or on that fingertip were already combusted.

So he didn't build or hold the mines?

It doesn't appear so.

Someone just blew him up.

Yeah.

Is this the sample?

Yes.

Great. Thank you. That's gonna help a lot.

What is it?

A lifetime's worth of favors.

What are you gonna do with the b*mb?

Protocol is to blow it up on scene, which we'll do once the sergeant's safe.

Well, is there any way to disarm it, you know, so we can keep it for evidence?

Highly irregular.

Come on, Bryce. Help us out.

I'm letting you be a hero today.

Tell you what, let's talk about this over a nice glass of water when everybody's finished for the day, okay?

Is that a deal?

This is goethite. It's a mineral found in limpet teeth.

Limpet? Like the snail?

It's the strongest material found in nature.

It's stronger than kevlar.

Yeah, Maura got it for us.

It's from the Advanced Material Research Center.

Huh. Learning all sorts of things today, like how long it takes your ass to go numb from not moving.

Yeah. And that snails have teeth.

Uh-oh. Rubber's about to hit the road.

Yeah.

Uh, now that the field is clear, um...

They'll use the limpet teeth to protect you in case the b*mb goes off ... when they yank you off of it.

Yank? Doesn't sound very technical.

Time to head back to the command center.

Okay, go ahead.

No. You.

No!

This is Bryce's operation, detective.

And I'm not going anywhere, sergeant.

Please, Jane.

Vince... [sighs]

It's gonna be all right.

Got limpet's teeth.

[birds chirping]

[music]

[radio chatter]

[music]

[exhales deeply]

[expl*si*n]

Whew!

[elevator bell dings]

Look, I'm sorry I didn't call you sooner.

We were dealing with a b*mb.

Had to call in the b*mb squad.

Yeah, everything's all right.

Am I fine? Of course.

But I'll ... I'll call you later.

Yeah, love you, too.

[cellphone beeps]

It's a story best told in person.

I also got a text from Nina. She found the hacker's cousin.

Yeah. About an hour ago. She's in interrogation.

This woman could lead us to the person who's been after you.

Why didn't you come here and talk to her?

'Cause I was waiting for you.

[sighs]

I stayed out of trouble since my release.

I got nothing to say to you guys.

You haven't spoken to your parole officer in three months.

That's bullshit. Tell him to empty his voice mailbox.

I do what I'm supposed to do.

You know her?

Don't remember.

Her name's Lianne Sampson.

You were in Framingham together.

Yeah, and so were like 2,000 other people.

You want to show me their pictures, too?

How about Dr. Joe Harris?

Who's that?

Prison psychiatrist.

Don't need a shrink. Never have.

Did you ever talk to anyone in Framingham about your cousin Riley ... the one who's good with computers?

No.

And why the hell would I tell you if I had?

Look, Rhonda, you don't seem like the type of person that would make a plan to take out a cop and her family, so why don't you just drop the attitude ...

I'm done.

You sit down!

Sit down!

That's enough, Jane.

Now!

I'm gonna sue your ass!

You're gonna sue me?

I'll give you a reason to sue me!

All right, all right, all right, damn it.

Shut up. Sit down! Come here!

I'll give you a reason to sue me!

Get outside.

You sit with me for an hour while I'm standing on a b*mb, but you can't deal with a shithead parolee for 10 minutes?

Oh, I'm so sorry!

Oh, you will be sorry, I bet!

She b*rned my house down!

No, she did not!

But at least we know we're on the right track.

The only definitive answer we got in there was that she didn't talk about the hacker in prison.

Which means she talked about the hacker in prison.

Yes! We were looking at thousands of inmates, employees, vendors. Now we can narrow it down to the folks that actually intersected with Joe Harris, Lianne Sampson, and Rhonda.

You're right... You're right.

After all that time in the sun, I'm surprised you had the energy to go after her like that.

[chuckles]

[crying] She was really annoying.

Oh, yes, she was.

You look flush.

I... might have just lost it on a suspect.

It's just been one of those days.

[sighs]

What's this?

This is a disemboweled land mine made of salvaged parts from junkyards and old machinery.

It roughly follows some plans that I found on the internet.

Can we trace it?

No fingerprints or DNA that I've been able to find.

No serial numbers on the parts.

The only thing that might be able to help you is that the gunpowder that was used as the expl*sive element has boron in it.

And what would that do?

Make it explode in a green color.

It's often used in fireworks and m*llitary flares.

It's something. Okay.

Oh, hey.

Thank you.

For what?

For the teeth thingy.

My pleasure.

[door opens]

Our victim had enemies.

Narrowing down the hate mails, are we?

I ran it through a search engine that responds to certain trigger words.

Anything threatening or violent in nature.

The e-mails with the highest number of trigger words all came from the same person ... Jenny Evans.

Looks like she was on the ground in the Cambodian village that the NGO recently evacuated.

She worked for Franklin?

Yeah.

Until she quit.

She seems pissed.

Well, she's passionate. That's for sure.

Let's bring her in and see what she's been doing since she got back from Southeast Asia.

Sure.

[sighs]

There's something that you're hiding about this b*mb situation.

Kiki...

I could hear it in your voice, and I can see it in your face.

[sighs]

The b*mb was actually a land mine.

I stepped on it. I had to be extracted.

It was a precision operation. Our b*mb techs are the best.

Here I am without a scratch.

Oh, my god.

But you could have been ...

That's the job.

I know.

[sniffles] I know that.

I fully intended to tell you, but I'm so in it trying to find the sicko that put that mine in the ground. I'm okay.

Are you?

I don't ... I, uh...

[voice breaking] I think I need time.

Okay. Whatever you need.

But I'm glad you're safe.

Me too.

[music]

[sighs]

[door closes]

I can't believe this is how I'm finding out that John's dead.

Walter should have at least called me.

Even though you didn't work there anymore?

I was more than just an employee.

John and I were together for years until a couple of months ago.

You sent some pretty angry e-mails, threatening, even.

Yeah, well, they were supposed to be a wake-up call, which didn't work, obviously.

What do you mean, "wake-up calls"?

He was losing perspective, falling into the money trap.

There's plenty of profit to be made in the nonprofit world.

Trust me.

Is it so bad to make a little money while helping others?

Except they weren't helping others, not as much as they could.

They were going to parties, being full of themselves.

A couple of photo ops with a congressman does not make you Bono.

Did John ever write you back?

No.

Last I heard, he was shagging some hotel heiress he met at a Vanity Fair party.

I mean, I can't believe that's who he's become.

Katherine Bryant, 38. Her family controls a chain of budget motels across the country.

Company's valued around $1 billion.

Never heard of her.

Yeah, I think that's how she likes it.

She's a notoriously private person.

Her online presence has been totally scrubbed.

I was able to find one article that mentions her from Equatorial Guinea.

It's a piece about the de-mining efforts in that region.

And she just happens to be with our victim.

For 3 1/2 weeks.

Are we talking about the heiress?

Current theory ... scorned woman plants land mine.

You got anything better?

I do.

Jilted husband plants mine to send message to victim and cheating wife.

Husband?

I found no record of a husband.

She didn't change her name.

And on paper, they exist as very separate entities, but yes, she is married.

I bet the husband didn't like seeing her in the paper with another man halfway around the world.

All the politics aside, we might have a crime of passion on our hands.

Hey! You want to grab some dinner?

There's a pub in Charlestown I've been dying to try.

Oh...

I just made noodles.

Mm...

What's all this?

Every single person who was at Framingham during Rhonda's stay.

So, what are you looking for exactly?

I am trying to figure out which of them interacted with both Rhonda and Joe Harris while there.

[sighs]

What are you doing?

Helping you.

No, Maura. Come on. It's late.

You don't have to do this.

Look, you're not the only one that this is happening to, all right?

I want to find this name as badly as you do.

So, just think of me as one more cactus on your ledge.

Want some noodles?

Sure.

[blues guitar plays]

Good night.

What's this?

Oh, uh, swatches.

For your reception.

Ahh.

You know, this morning, I woke up, had coffee, promised Kiki I'd go cake-tasting with her on Saturday.

Then I went to work and... spent the day wondering whether it would be my last one on Earth.

Wow, hearing you say it is so scary.

And a good reminder.

What, of all the murderers out there?

No. That life is unpredictable and precious.

We should always live for the moment ... land mine or no land mine.

[blues music continue]

Hmm. You know what, Vince?

I think you have to get someone to cover my shift tomorrow night. Thanks.

Good night.

[door opens]

[sea gulls crying]

John: With your support, we can maximize resources and save countless lives.

My business plan is built on restraint and transparency.

Your dollars go to the communities we serve, not into the pockets of corporate bureaucrats...

He's very compelling.

And apparently not the cheating type.

Our heiress told us she was funding his mission.

She was in Africa to observe his operation.

We believe her?

Our financial people sent over the paperwork.

They were definitely making a deal.

Said he had an epiphany.

He wanted to get back to his roots, in terms of his original vision.

So it wasn't an affair.

Well, he was kind of cheating on his business partner.

Yeah, he told the heiress that his partner, Park, was more interested in executive perks than in the mission itself.

Our guy wanted to start over, downsize the administrative costs of the NGO.

Oh. So bye-bye parties and photo ops.

Guess what we just found at Walter Park's house.

Not Walter Park?

Nope.

And uniforms stopped by his office. He's not there, either.

But we did find John Franklin's investor video.

So he knew.

Yeah.

Which gives him a big, fat motive.

He knew he was about to lose his oversized salary.

Mm-hmm.

The prison list.

I've highlighted some names I think you'll want to look at.

Thank you.

Nina: Here it is.

Park has a waterfront property in New Hampshire.

Oh, and look at that.

He throws an annual 4th of July celebration there with a dazzling display of fireworks.

And the fireworks would explain the boron in the gunpowder we found in the mine.

Mm-hmm. Who wants to go to New Hampshire?

Line up behind me.

[laughter]

[indistinct conversations]

[music]

It's over, Park!

No.

No, I'm getting on my boat, and I'm leaving.

And then what? You think your political friends will stick by you if you flee the scene?

Put it down.

Come on in. We'll talk about it.

Not another step.

Leave us alone.

Get out!

That's an order, detective.

b*mb squad will be here any minute, and I'm not leaving you alone again.

All right. Holster your w*apon.

What are you doing?

I've been thinking about expl*sives a lot lately... ever since I stepped on one.

And I'm asking myself, "what kind of person murders someone with a land mine?"

And you know what I came up with?

A coward.

Ohh!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing?

What are you doing?

It's a fake.

He was trying to pass a clothesline off as det cord.

Well, if you knew that, why did you tell me to leave?

'Cause I could have been wrong.

Troopers!

[music]

Wait, what? Korsak!

♪ Turn the lights on ♪
♪ oh oh oh ♪

The man who put my fiancé in danger is behind bars.

So that term still applies?

What, fiancé? Why wouldn't it?

Well, I've lost two wives to this job.

When you said you needed time, I ...

I meant I needed time.

Vince, I want to marry you...

as soon as possible, actually.

Smaller wedding, less planning.

Sounds perfect.

[chuckles] Good. Let's have some champagne.

Two champagnes. The good stuff.

[sighs]

Frankie: Thank you.

Wow, thank you.

Yes.

Ma, you are wearing a jaunty beret.

I came to say au revoir.

Ron is picking me up and taking me to Paris.

Paris, France?

How romantic. A Parisian getaway.

Good for you, Ma.

Yeah, well, I decided to seize the day.

And the hat.

[laughs] Am I pulling it off?

Trés chic. It's a great look for you.

You and Che Guevara.

[laughter]

I'll see you all soon.

[cellphone vibrates]

Have fun!

Oh, that's Nina. She's still at the office.

[cellphone beeps]

Hey, what's up?

No, I don't want to wait till tomorrow. I-I'll come in now.

Okay, I'll see you.

[cellphone beeps]

Uh, Nina's got something.

[elevator bell dings]

Been through civilians, staff, and inmates.

I think I found her.

Okay, let's see.

She was in Framingham with Rhonda Hearn.

They were housed in the same cellblock.

And while she wasn't a patient of Joe Harris, she has a work duty that puts her in the sector where his office is three times a week.

Do you know her?

Well, she looks familiar, but I-I don't know how.

Her name is Alice Sands.

Mnh-mnh. I don't recognize it.

What is she in for?

Possession with intent.

She's in the home stretch of a four-year sentence.

Her maiden name is McFadden. Does that help?

McFadden...

Yes! Yes, we were in the police academy together, but ... but she ... she left before we graduated.

Sergeant Detective Vince Korsak, Boston Police.

Need information on a current inmate.

Answering service.

Admins have all gone home for the night.

I don't even remember this woman.

Why would she come after you?

I honestly have no idea.

They're saying the earliest we can get it is tomorrow.

[scoffs]

I'm not waiting till tomorrow.

[music]

I'm sorry, detectives. I want to help you.

Then open the door.

I'm forbidden from doing that except for medical emergencies.

I want to see this woman, and I want to see her now.

Then you have to contact my superiors.

This inmate b*rned down my apartment.

She kidnapped the Chief Medical Examiner of the Commonwealth!

She is also an accessory to m*rder!

I want to help you, detective, but I don't want to lose my job!

[computer beeps]

Then you call the warden. You call the mayor if you have to! I don't care who you call! You just open that door!

Jane!

What?!

She was released three days ago.

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