Back at BPD
Korsak: Any luck?
Maura: It would help if teachers in Massachusetts had fingerprints on file.
Korsak: I'll hop in my time machine and go back and let the Union know your preference.
Maura: W-without a name, I'm having to call up individual schools. And I'm making a list of absent teachers. And I'm pulling up footage from schools nearby to see if she wandered out of one of them. (groans) It's gonna take a while to finish it all.
Korsak: I get it. Fingerprints on file would be a lot easier. How's it coming with the music for the funeral?
Maura: Oh, I've eliminated many, many choices.
Korsak: So nowhere.
Maura: (chuckling) Basically.
Korsak: Hmm.
[chuckles]
Jane walks in.
Jane: I'm headed home.
Maura: How are you holding up?
Jane: (sighs) I'm tired.
Maura: Well, the development of the placenta is one of the most energetically intense parts of the first trimester that could be the reason.
Jane: Or it could be that one of my best friends just died.
Maura: Yes. That could be it, too. I saw him on the street today.
Jane: I'm sorry?
Maura: I mean, I didn't. (stammers) I thought I saw him on the street today.
Jane: That's called an anomalous experience. It's-it's perfectly normal.
As is crying.
Maura: How do you know I haven't cried yet?
Jane: Because you would have said, "I had a good cry and it didn't help," or something like that.
Maura: How are you doing?
Jane: I think I've moved through denial and anger. I'm ready to move into bargaining and I'll have a good cry when I get to depression.
Maura: Can't plan a cry, Jane.
Jane: I'm not planning it. I'm just narrowing down the window of its arrival. And it occurred to me today that that we need to talk about our last wishes.
Maura: No, we don't.
Jane: I want to be buried at sea.
Maura: No. I hate boats. And I'd have to go to city hall and get all kinds of permits and no, just pick something more landlocked.
Jane: Maura, I want to return to the primordial soup that spawned us all.
But nothing fancy a small group of friends and family, a cello.
Maura: We're on a boat, Jane. And a cello is officially fancy.
Jane: Well, there would only be one.
And it should play Bach's suite in "G" major. And then everyone can toast me with a nice bottle of champagne before you throw me overboard. So, what do you want?
Maura: I want to die one day before you so I don't have to go out on a boat.
(elevator bell dings)
Jane: I'll see you tomorrow.
They chuckle. Jane goes home.
At Home
Jane: Hey, Ma. What are you doing here?
Angela: Making dinner.
Jane: I really appreciate it, but, uh, I'm not that hungry.
Angela: Then you'll eat just a little bit.
Jane: I just want to go to bed, Ma.
Angela: You got to eat, Jane. Even if you're sad. Come on.
At BPD
Korsak walks into the bullpen.
Korsak: Why are you still here?
Maura: For Jane. Yeah, I figured the more progress we make, the less she'll have to worry about the case. What about you?
Korsak: Same thing.
Maura: Come on! Please?
Korsak: Okay, well, t-the next time you ask me for a favor I'll probably help you out because I'm a decent guy. But I will not be nice about it!
Maura: What's going on? Well, we didn't get anywhere with the local teachers' unions. And then it dawns on me. Maybe our woman doesn't work in the public school. So I called a bunch of private schools near Indian restaurants.
Maura: You know who she is?
Korsak: Lily Greene. Uh, she teaches at Red Tree preschool. I just have to find a judge to sign a search warrant. Maura, go home. I've got this. Go home to Jane.
Maura: Thanks, Korsak.
She goes down to the morgue to get a few things for Jane.
Leaving the Morgue
Todd: Good night, Detective Isles.
Maura: Have a good shift, Todd.
Todd: Oh, you have a nice evening, too.
Uh, Detective Isles? I-I heard about your friend. I'm sorry. I know the two of you were close.
Maura: Thank you, Todd.