Writer’s Note: It’s impossible to write about the real and imagined crime-fighting shenanigans of a homicide detective and her medical examiner best friend this week without first acknowledging the real-world tragedy that has befallen their world. Most of you no doubt already heard about Lee Thompson Young’s passing on Monday from a self-inflicted gunshot wound. The 29-year-old actor has played Det. Barold “Barry” Frost for four seasons on the hit TNT show. The series and its stars had just been picked up for a fifth season.
I do not know what drove this young man to end his own life, but I do know that we are almost always too young to welcome death upon ourselves. My condolences to his family, his friends, his co-workers and all those who knew and loved him. Onscreen Lee made Frost a smart, compassionate, funny and dependable character who endeared himself to us even more by showing us both his geeky and squeamish sides. He was a talented man with a seemingly bright and limitless future ahead of him. No one truly knows the demons others carry in their hearts. But I hope, at least, he knew he was appreciated by fans like us around the world. I will miss him and his beautiful smile. May he rest in peace.
If you or someone you know is experiencing suicidal thoughts, please contact the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline.
Right, so this seems like a really terrible tea party. I mean, there are no proper biscuits. It’s taking forever to pour the tea, meaning the tea will no doubt be cold. And I find it’s never a good sign when one or both of your party guests are crying. But, maybe I just have strict hostess rules.
Back at the Isles Estates Jane and Maura are preparing a delicious quinoa salad dinner together because they’re so gay they prepare delicious quinoa salad dinners together. Jane complains about quinoa because it is a scourge of the Earth second only to the full-out mouth assault that is uncooked kale salad.
Maura corrects her saying quinoa isn’t a grain, it’s a chenopod. I have to agree, calling it a chiapet does not make it sound even tastier. Nor does mentioning its close biological relation to tumbleweed. No amount of bacon bits and blue cheese dressing would make that salad edible.
Maura asks Jane if she’s having second thoughts. About the salad? Definitely. But it was instead about doing a presentation about Hoyt (remember him, gravely voiced and faced serial killer who Jane killed to protect her Maura) for a Dr. Victoria Nolan. They’ll be discussing two of his murders in front of something called a “blood cottage” which seems like just the least homey place to vacation ever.
Jane agrees that a three-day serial killer symposium is a terrible romantic getaway. She wanted to head to Vermont to go fishing on Lake Champlain. But, noooo, they went with blood cottage instead with the bestselling author of Three Faces of Evil. You just know she won’t be up for making s’mores.
Dr. Nolan arrives and dammit if she isn’t American Vampire League spokeswoman Nan Flanagan. Right so now we have to contend with serial killers and bloodsucking vampires? This show, man.
Dr. Nolan hands Jane a bottle of wine upon entering. The hostess gift typically goes to the hostess, so I guess she knows what’s what with Maura and Jane’s relationship. She then introduces her obnoxious, texting publicist and quiet, polite research assistant. If you didn’t automatically put money down on the quiet, polite research assistant in the Guess The Killer Pool then you just don’t like winning money.
Dr. Nolan stays for dinner and everyone’s dutifully impressed with her tumbleweed deliciousness. Mama Rizzoli is of course also there too because your best friend’s mom always tags along to dinner parties with you too – right? She asks Dr. Nolan what forensic psychiatry is so we can get exposition about her job.
Jane gives her the “Ma, not now,” look. But she’s undeterred and keeps asking, Maura just smirks because mother-in-laws, you know? She wants to know why the creepy lady devoted her research to serial killers. And also how serial killers can appear normal in the first place. Dr. Nolan tells a heartwarming, totally dinner-table appropriate story about a little boy who killed his dog. And then goes on to say how serial killers can “hide in plain sight.” Well, now I’m putting a few dollars down on her as well. Subtle foreshadowing is not this show’s forte.
At the symposium, law enforcement officials have gathered to learn more about techniques for tracking serial killers. That’s all fine and good, but what they’re about to get is a lesson in eye sex. Because upon being introduced Det. Jane Rizzoli and Dr. Maura Isles give each other the ocular business like we’ve hardly seen all season. Dry spell over, folks. Guess the prospect of a blood cottage was super romantic after all.