Grey Lady Page #2

Uncle.

Lola's husband.

So, it was a mob hit.

Come on, man.

You're coming with me.

Where are we going?

It's Friday.

We're gonna hear some music

and have a drink.

Or three.

You play guitar?

No. That's why you'll need

the drink.

- Jimmy.

- Mikki.

- What now, Jimmy?

- One more question.

Let's say the mob didn't do it.

Any chance Lola was so pissed

at my father,

she's sending people to hurt me?

You're more wounded

than I thought you were.

Keep your eyes open.

Say your prayers.

- You okay?

- -No.

I could really use some help.

Of course, yeah.

Excellent, thank you.

- The chicken?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Didn't make enough chicken?

- I don't know, I hope I did.

A lot of people here.

I, uh...

Thank you, lords and ladies.

I just got this.

Your aunt Lola was here

about a year ago.

We have DUI fingerprints

that match a marriage license

she got here in 1982.

But, uh, there's no record

of her living here now.

Any other Doyles?

No.

We sent the picture off

to my people on the cape.

They're gonna digitally age her.

Man:
What do you think

you're doing?

Get your hands off my wife!

- Ex-wife, pal.

- And you!

- What are you...

You're an embarrassment.

Nice to see you again.

Is the Grey lady

treating you well?

- Not bad.

You look, my son, dismayed.

These our actors

are all but spirits

and are melting into air,

to leave not a rack behind.

Be cheerful, sir.

We are such stuff

as dreams are made of.

And our little lives

are rounded with a sleep.

Good night, duchess.

Not a duchess for long,

I'm afraid, darling.

What did that mean?

Her husband...

2x4 in the suit over there...

Is divorcing her.

I'm gonna jump in on this tune.

You hungry?

Ribs are great.

I got to make a phone call.

Marty, don't be a prick.

I need you to check on

those two names for me...

Lola and Elizabeth Doyle.

Call me back.

I need your help.

Hello.

Want to play?

No. Thank you.

Okay.

We rode over on the boat

together.

Oh, yeah, right.

You were talking to that woman,

the art lady.

You were drinking a bottle of...

Prosecco.

You dropped it.

It didn't break.

Your friend has fast feet.

God, I love it here.

So beautiful everywhere

you look.

Oh, my phone.

Go play, honey.

Go.

Now my impatient brother's

wondering where I am.

They're all yours, Anita!

Oh, thanks a lot.

See ya.

- All right.

- Diedre.

- Down!

- Doyle!

Doyle, we got a 911.

We got to go.

Come on, saddle up!

That's the car from the party.

The duchess' car.

Yeah.

This is her road.

She have a pulse?

No.

I'm gonna back this car up.

This is Johnson.

We have an unattended death

at creek road.

EMT has already arrived,

but stand by for possible

full team response.

Over.

- Copy that.

No, please, no.

No.

A rose...

And crown.

The rose...

And crown.

Doyle.

Something

crossed your face just then.

What is it?

We need to talk.

I don't think it was

an accident.

That wound, similar to the cuts

on the two Boston victims.

I never read about any cuts.

We didn't release

that information.

My Boston guy's here.

My partner's back,

my sister's back.

Ladies and gentlemen

the duchess' back.

- Hey, what's up?

- How's everybody doing?

Hey, good to see you.

Good to see you.

What's going on?

Johnson:
Doyle, listen.

We've only had three murders

in 25 years here.

Chief has just declared

this one an accident.

He's not gonna want to tell

the people of this island

there's a murderer on the loose,

especially when maybe

there's not.

Johnson,

these wounds are linked.

I need to find my aunt.

I'll help you.

Here.

It's a list of all the people

that were invited

to the barn party.

Cops arrest people,

people get angry.

There must be 1,000 people out

there who want to kill you.

What's your question?

Why don't they?

Why would they kill someone

you barely knew,

like the duchess?

Let's find out.

Doyle:
Detective Johnson said

you'd be good to talk to.

I'm trying to find a woman

named Lola Doyle.

I'm not finding anybody

by that name in our records.

I'm sorry.

The rose & crown.

Where does that name come from?

I don't know.

It's some old English thing.

It's...

Excuse me.

This wouldn't have happened

if you called me earlier.

Is it true our guy

followed you over there?

You find anything out

about my aunt?

Listen to me,

you persistent prick,

we never had this conversation.

She left Boston in the mid-'80s,

never remarried,

ran a truck stop motel

in Trappe, Pennsylvania.

We lose her trail two years ago.

What about my cousin Beth?

Well, we got her in foster homes

in the '80s.

Psychological counseling,

JUVIE court docs.

Nothing on her after age 14

when she was committed

to the Massachusetts psychiatric

treatment center.

Hold on.

Excuse me.

- Yeah.

- Do you know this man?

Yeah. Tony Ramos.

He used to cook for us.

You know where he lives?

Over on Alan's way.

Thank you.

Got to go.

Whoa, Doyle, wait.

Doyle, what aren't you

telling me here?

Can I help you?

Is Tony here?

I'm Tony.

I'm looking for a woman

I thought you might know

from the rose & crown.

Her name's Lola.

I saw you with Johnson.

You a cop?

Yeah.

Let's check inside.

Well, look at it!

- Put it in, baby.

- Hey, hey, listen up.

Listen up.

This gentleman's a cop.

He's looking for someone

named, uh, Lola.

Doyle.

Lola Doyle.

Somebody named Lola.

Going once, going twice...

- No.

Three times.

This lady I don't know.

That's me in the middle.

Yeah, I knew Lola.

She's dead.

You sure?

I'm sure as sh*t.

I went to her funeral.

- When?

I don't know, last Christmas.

She hated Christmas.

It's kind of ironic 'cause

she loved the north pole.

I'll say.

She was my aunt.

She had a daughter.

Her daughter ever show up here?

Not that I know of.

She leave anything behind,

any belongings,

anything I can take a look at?

I didn't know her that well.

Hey, deal me out!

I gotta pee!

Your lady friend there.

What's her name?

Angela.

Tell Angela I'd like to visit

my aunt's grave.

Ask her to call me and let me

know where it is.

Okay.

Deal me in.

- Johnson.

- Hey, man.

Do me a favor and check the town

death records for a Lola Doyle.

And anything you got on...

Angela Franco.

I'm sorry!

Lola, look at me.

Look at me, Lola.

All right, now get inside.

Billy Macleod.

It's a boarding house.

- Come on.

- Stop!

Stop it. No.

Nobody will see them.

Yeah, I've heard that before.

Not from me.

Mm-hmm.

Excuse me.

I'd like to buy that painting.

Okay, good.

Excuse me.

Uh, would you like

to meet the artist?

Yeah, is he here?

Melissa?

This is the artist.

Melissa Reynolds.

This gentleman just bought

"the lady in the bath."

Oh. That's great.

Thank you.

It's one of my favorites.

I'm sorry.

I thought this was an opening

for Billy Macleod.

It is. That's me.

I'm Billy.

I'm a sculptor.

You saw my work coming in.

But it's also a group show.

Anyway, I like your painting.

Hey, listen, we're gonna go

celebrate after this.

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