Rizzoli & Isles

John: Well, this is it.

If Grandma were here, she'd be proud we were doing this.

If she were here, she'd tell me I look fat in this dress.

And that my beard is a health hazard.

She smelled like compost.

I liked her. She had candies.

All right. Let's get it over with.

We bury her with her rock collection?

I-I'm gonna drop her, guys.

Some help here!

I swear this wasn't me.

Do you know what this announcement is all about?

It's Jane's news.

Just tell me. I'll act all surprised.

Did I mention that I'm doing rounds at the clinic now?

I'm gonna see three patients today.

Okay. Good for you.

What's the news?

I don't want to spoil it.

Spoil what?

Your announcement.

You didn't tell her, did you?

I would never!

All right, what's going on?

I need to know.

Um...

I'm gonna be an instructor at the FBI.

The FBI!

The FBI?

Yeah.

In Washington, D.C.?

Yes.

I'm leaving the force.

I thought that you would be thrilled.

I mean, I just never considered that you being safe

would...mean moving 500 miles away.

343...nautical miles.

It's 7 hours and 7 minutes via route 15.

Well, that's still really far for a cup of coffee.

When is this happening?

There's still a lot of details to work out --

my -- my background check, things like that.

I haven't told BPD.

I just, you know, wanted you to know.

My daughter, the FBI agent.

I-Instructor.

I'm proud of you, Janie.

Yeah? Yes.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I've never been to Washington, D.C.

It's just like any other big city.

Where you can sit in on a session of Congress.

Or see the world's largest collection of the Bard's works.

What's Bard?

Who cares? Okay, don't say "the Bard."

No-- Nobody says "the Bard." All right.

Well, the Smithsonian has an exhibit

on modern medicine in the Great War.

Pass.

Oh, come on. It'll be fun.

Angela, tell her.

Yeah, well, it wouldn't kill you to have some culture, Janie.

But Janie don't like buildings where she can't touch the walls.

Honey, you're the FBI.

You can touch anything you want.

Okay.

Come on!

Phyllis Henderson, 88 -- natural causes.

Today is her fu--

was her funeral.

Party crasher.

Who is he? We're running prints.

He obviously didn't have his wallet on him.

Yeah, can you get a tarp and cover them up?

The family's right there.

The family's okay with it.

I asked the oldest grandson if he recognized our victim.

He said, "Maybe Grandma used him for food."

And in this scenario, was Granny a cannibal or a vampire?

Either way, they're good.

You know, the ancient Egyptians believed

that burying them together would ensure

that they're together in the afterlife.

Well, maybe Granny will knit him a cozy.

Yeah, a loincloth for the afterlife.

It looks like he's been dead for about 12 hours.

This is a very odd wound.

It appears that he got run through

with some sort of cylindrical object.

And he's very clean.

Yes, but a wound like this would have bled profusely.

The family said that the funeral was

at Mason Funeral Home in Mission Hill.

They had the casket until the hearse picked it up

and brought it here this morning.

I hate funeral homes.

Sorry, Mrs. Henderson.

I'm sure someday,

all of you will look back on this and laugh.

Some sooner than others.

Hi, Grandma!

T.J.!

Oh, what a wonderful surprise!

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

Where's your daddy?

Hey, Ma. I was feeding the meter.

Hey, don't "Hey, Ma" me.

Why didn't you call?

I had no idea you were coming.

We wanted to surprise you.

T.J.'s been asking about you.

And I needed to see some Rizzoli faces

besides the one in the mirror.

Oh, are you a bad liar.

How do you know?

You got spies in Chicago? Oh...

Hey, Teri. This is T.J.

And you know, Teri's got some ice cream in the back.

Want some?

Yes. Yes.

Go ahead.

So...

Lydia met somebody else.

Oh.

Yeah, I just... felt like it would be best

to make a clean break.

I'm sorry.

I'm sure this is a difficult time for you.

Yeah, it has been, but we'll get through it.

Just need to figure out what we're doing next.

All right. I'll tell you what you're gonna do.

T.J.'s having some ice cream.

I'm gonna make you a sandwich.

And then we'll go to Jane's townhouse.

She's got an extra room.

Are you sure?

I mean, it's two of us now.

Tommy, if I told you once, I've told you a hundred times --

There can't be too many Rizzolis!

I missed you.

Missed you, too, Ma.

Okay.

For the record, when it's my time, not this.

Anything but this.

I've always wanted to see a Viking funeral.

What, like burial at sea?

Yeah, but they light you on fire first.

I'm in.

Yeah.

May I help you?

Yes, uh, we need to speak to someone

regarding Phyllis Henderson's funeral, please.

That service was this morning.

Mr. Mason, our owner, handled those arrangements.

Do you know where we could find him?

I haven't seen him.

Korsak.

Excuse me.

Is this Mr. Mason?

Yes.

Is everything all right?

Is there a family member we could talk to?

Uh, yeah. His sister's in the prep room.

Thank you very much.

Something tells me this case is gonna be a weird one.

Mm-hmm.

Ugh. It's freezing in here.

He probably doesn't mind.

Hello?

Woman: I'll be right there.

Korsak.

Is that blood?

Could be castoff.

Oh.

Oh, that would make a nice murder weapon.

Could we be standing in our crime scene?

Hello?

Kate Mason?

Yes.

Can I help you?

My brother's body was in Mrs. Henderson's casket?

Yes.

I'm gonna need to ask you a couple questions.

When was the last time you saw your brother?

Last night, around 8:00.

He was finishing with Mrs. Henderson when I left.

Why are they taking my trocar?

Your what?

Trocar -- it's used to suction fluids out of organs

in the abdominal cavity.

Well, it's possible that your brother

was stabbed with a similar object.

CSRU found this in the incinerator.

That's Sam's apron.

They burned his clothes? Why would someone do that?

Probably so he couldn't be traced

back to your funeral home.

Who else has access to the prep room, besides yourself?

Sam and I are usually the only ones who go in there.