Case: Individuals
are being targeted during the Boston Marathon
RizzIsles: Jane
and Maura are prevented from finishing their Marathon as they try to keep the
shootings quiet to prevent mass-hysteria;
Jane: You seen
Maura?
Frankie: Janey
there’s 400,000 people here.
Rondo: (to Jane) I got something in my pocket
for you!
Frankie: Oh
yea?
(Pulls out MD
20/20)
(Maura walks over
with her “sneakers” squeaking and P.U.K.E. on her tank top)
Maura: Oh
hi! Sorry I’m late. I’m still getting used to these.
Jane: (looking at Maura’s sneakers) You didn’t tell me we were running as
mallard ducks.
Maura: Well, I
haven’t built up my foot muscles to the point where I can run barefoot.
Jane: We’ll
chip in and buy you some shoes.
Maura: Well
early humans ran very comfortably without shoes. Research has proven that the barefoot strike
pattern is much less stressful.
Jane: You. Talking Google. Stressful.
Maura: (noticing Jane’s attire, hurt little
voice) Where’s your matching
outfit? (Jane lifts tshirt to reveal matching PUKE shirt) No no.
We’re running for a charity.
Professionals for Underprivileged Kids of Excellence. (excited) We’re a team!
Jane: Team
PUKE?
Maura: Yes,
that is an unfortunate acronym.
Frankie: At least you’re not a hot dog. Or a mustard.
Jane: Stay out
of this. Look I said that I would do
this because we said that we would do something together, but I am not running
like Lady PUKE Gaga. No.
Maura: (getting a little emotional, upset, looking down) Oh.
I’m sorry. I should’ve
realized. Sorry. (turns
away)
Jane: (walking around to see her) Holy crap! If you’re gonna cry on me-
Maura: No, I’m
trying not to. It’s just that my
amygdala and my lagbone gland have a connection that I can’t really control.
Jane: Honey,
there is no way in hell that I’m taking this off. I’m already running 26 miles with cameltoe.
Frankie: WHOA!
(turning away)
Maura: Could
you at least just take off that baggy T?
(stern look from Jane) Oh C’mon.
I’ll let you walk up Heartbreak Hill.
Jane: Oh, I’m
walking Heartbreak. You’re gonna have to
do better than that.
Maura: Okay. Fine.
Name it.
Jane: Next
reddish brown stain. You call
blood. Before the labs come in.
Maura: (disbelief)
You want me to lie??
Jane: No I want
you to state the obvious.
Maura: (sighing and uncomfortable) Hypothetically, based on the crime scene,
I will determine whether it is possible to hypothesize that a stain is blood.
Jane: I’ll
take that as a yes. (Pulls off tshirt)
Frankie: 20 bucks says you cramp out by mile 10.
Jane: You’re
on! (pulling shorts off to reveal running
spandex) Double or nothing says I
run it like this.
Maura: I have
some running skins for you too.
Jane: Don’t
push it.
Maura: Ya
know, my feet are hurting. So I think I’m
gonna take mine off anyway.
Maura: You
excited?
Jane: (sarcastically) Ecstatic.
Maura: You
will be. Runners high kicks in around
mile 12. Endorphins are comparable to
orgasm.
Jane: People
are already sweating on me.
Maura: Strike. Forefoot.
Toes. Strike. Forefoot.
Toes.
Jane: That’s
enough Jog Whisperer. (runs ahead)
Maura: (enthusiastically) That’s it! Great stride!
(RizzIsles
encounter runner down; Maura starts CPR – blood fills his mouth and goes
running down his face)
Kid working race: Blood!
Maura: Yup,
blood. Definitely not a reddish brown
stain.
Jane: Maura,
this doesn’t count.
(Kid working race
tries talking into walkie about runner being shot)
Kid: It’s my
responsibility to alert the authorities.
Jane: (pulling badge out of tank) I am the authorities.
Kid: Not
mine. I’m responsible for mile 3-5.
Maura: You
want me to pretend he’s alive? No. I will not be an accessory to lying.
Jane: What
happens when there’s 200,000 people in the city and they find out that this guy
has been run down and there’s a shooter on the loose?!
Maura: Mass
panic. 346 pilgrims were trampled to
death during a ritual at Ramial Jamrian because somebody panicked.
Jane: Exactly. So you gonna, “Ramialla jimjam” right
here. Do you want that?
(Jane on the phone
with Korsak explaining the situation and trying to figure out what’s going on)
Maura: (annoyed) You’re guessing.
Jane: I’m
making a conclusion based on years of experience and training. (Back
to Korsak) Looks like a close
contact wound.
Maura: I’ll
verify that when I do my autopsy.
Jane: Ssh.
(More strategy talk
with Korsak)
Korsak: You’re gonna have to work it from
there. Can you get Dr. Isles on board?
Jane: Yea
she’s not going anywhere.
Maura: (to Race Official) I’ll need a Coroner’s Van. I need to get this body to a morgue
immediately.
Jane: Maura. You’re gonna have to do this here in the
field.
Maura: (laughing)
You’re kidding, right? (still laughing, Jane stone serious) This body’s evidence. I--
Jane: Maura,
we just sat in the ambulance and didn’t move.
So you’re gonna spend the next 6 hours crawling back to the lab while
our killer slips away?!
Maura: I
come--. Jane--. Sure, Jane.
(jokingly) Just give me a leatherman’s and some duct
tape and I’m ready to go.
Race Guy: I
got those both right here.
Jane: K,
good. Here autopsy table. Look, scrubs.
What else do you need?
(Communicating with
Frost and Korsak about shot sounds)
Jane: Could it
have been a random stray bullet?
Maura: That’s
happened before. Dennis Rainey, um, got
hit by a stray in 1978. He ran the last
16 miles of the Grand Valley Marathon with a bullet lodged in his head.
Jane: Of
course you would know that.
Maura: (adjusting a box cutter, sarcastically) Wow.
These are very sophisticated tools.
I don’t miss my lab at all.
Jane: Is that
sarcasm?
Maura: I think
so.
Jane: Yes,
technically you’re free to go. But I
don’t know why you would. You have a
hell of a Cop Eye.
Kid: Really?
Jane: Better
than any Nature Scout I’ve ever seen.
Maura: Because
she doesn’t know any.
Jane: Let’s
not get crazy with the Ma’am, ok?! I’m
not exactly wearing mom-jeans here.
(Race kid sitting
in chair terrified and silent)
Frost: Uniform brought in this kid. He’s got an evidence bag with a bullet in it
but can’t get him to say anything. (to kid, slowly) Is
that the bullet from the first victim?
Kid: How many
are there?! Please don’t tell Detective
Rizzoli I talked.
Korsak: Give me the bullet kid. You can talk to me.
Kid: She said
that if I talked to anyone bad things would happen.
Korsak: It’s okay kid, you can talk to me.
Cavanagh: (sternly) Sit down until I say you can go.
Kid: (obligingly)
Okay.
Cavanagh: The only one you talk to is him (pointing to Korsak) or me. Got it?
Race Guy: Okay. If this thing blows up, bomb’s in your hands.
Jane: (holds up hands to show scars) Wouldn’t be the first time.
Maura: Wow. Picking a fight. With the Governor. You’re fearless.
Jane: No I’m
not.
Maura: C’mon
Jane. Maybe we just stop the race.
Jane: Maura we
stop this race we send the message to thousands of people that we give in to
fear. We don’t give in to fear.
Maura: (softer)
Okay, I understand. If we do
then we just end up dying a little bit every day. Which, metabolically speaking, we do anyway--
Jane: Maura! Ugh.
Really?!
Jane: (to Rondo)
So you saw a hot girl running in shorts? You’re a hero.
Korsak: Open it.
Frost: Good idea Korsak. (holds
up badge, waves it in front of screen) Abracadabra. Hm.
Your way didn’t work.
Jane: Part of
me wants to let the killer finish.
Jane: 25 POINT
5?
Maura: Well
based on my calculations--
Jane: (grabbing her arm) Please tell me later.
Korsak: You need backup.
Jane: No, it
will take too long. (looking at Maura) I got an
idea for backup.
Cavanagh: You
could’ve told me Rizzoli can run her ass off.
Korsak: I don’t know, I was kinda looking forward
to counting pencils with you. This is
stressful.
(running their own
personal marathon at night)
Maura: How’s
the heel?
Jane: It’s
good. I think that runners high is
kicking in. (pause)
Maybe you should run with Garvey next year.
Maura: HA! Are you kidding? I’m not the one he wants to chase. (noticing
Jane’s stride) You wanna race, huh?
Jane: Now I
wanna race. I was born to run!
(RizzIsles sprint
through tape being held up by Mama and Pop Rizzoli; laughing and hugs all
around)
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