Case: An
undercover cop is killed; The investigation leads down a trail of figuring out
which cops are dirty and which aren’t
RizzIsles: Jane,
Maura and Frankie end up trapped in Headquarters trying to stay clear of the
gang that has the place locked down trying to find evidence to destroy; Frankie
fights for his life; Jane shoots herself in an effort to shoot the gunman using
her as a shield.
(RizzIsles on
elliptical machines at the gym, Maura is mercilessly staring at a guy working
out and smiling)
Jane: (through gritted teeth) Maura.
You’re staring at Chuck’s biceps.
Maura: I am.
Females are wired to be attracted to the strongest, most dominant
males. It’s natural selection at work.
Jane: You’re
making me uncomfortable. Stop.
Maura: What? I’m just appreciating his sternoclydo mastoid. (to
Chuck, sweetly and matter-of-factly) Excuse
me. You have beautifully developed
musculator. (Jane looks away) What am I embarrassing
you?
Jane: (sarcastically) Oh no.
Not at all. Why don’t you tell
him he’s got a nice ass too?
Maura: (to Chuck, across the room) …and a wonderfully proportionate gluteus
maximus. (flirty smiles)
Jane: I’m
never working out with you again.
Jane: You brought
your turtle to work?
Maura: Tortoise. I couldn’t get his usual caregiver.
(Jane laughs)
(On the phone)
Guy: Hey, it’s
Murray.
Jane: (hesitantly)
Heyyy, Murray.
Murray: I couldn’t get a hold of your parents for
a headcount.
Jane: What
headcount?
Murray: For the surprise party.
Jane: Surprise
party for who?
Maura: Whom. (smiling)
Jane: (to Maura)
Ssh! (into phone) What are you
talking about?
Murray: Oh!
I thought you knew. Sorry. Didn’t mean to bother you. (hangs
up)
Jane: (to herself) Too late.
I’m bothered. (walks over to Frankie) Frankie?
Frankie: What?
Jane: Do you
know anything about Ma and Pop throwin a surprise party today?
Frankie: Oh
no.
Jane: Oh no is
right.
Jane: It’s too
bad he can only behave when he’s behind bars.
Pop: Easy. He comes home he works for me.
Jane: ...and
sleeps in his bunk bed and plays with his toy solidiers. Yea that aughta straighten him right out.
Pop: Hey!
Easy. That’s my son and that’s
your brother.
(Maura putting cash
into the coffee fund jar)
Jane: No, no,
no. 20 is overkill. You’re only a jerk if you don’t leave
anything. Here. (puts a
few dollars in the can, sips the coffee)
God! When was that made,
November?!
Jane: Marino
wants a cup of coffee, there’s none upstairs.
Guy is a wreck.
Maura: I’ve
tried everything… british strawberries, fennel, bok choy.
Jane: (stopping)
Are we in the same conversation?
Maura: Sorry. I was talking about Bass.
Jane: Oh, you’re
obsessing over your turtle again.
Maura: (offended)
Tortoise. (Jane puts salt in coffee) He likes salt, in his coffee?
Jane: (confused, looks down) Damnit.
Maura: You know when, people lock their keys in their car, sprain their ankle, usually
indicates something significant is bothering them.
Jane: Cop was
murdered.
Maura: Yea,
but that’s not why you’re salting your coffee.
Jane: (hesitates, catches her breath) It’s my brother, Tommy.
Maura: (nodding)
I always wondered about him.
Jane: Well,
Frankie and I became cops, and Tommy went to prison for hitting a priest in a
crosswalk.
Maura: Oh.
Jane: It was
his 3rd strike for driving under the influence.
Maura: Your poor
parents.
Jane: (ranting) And you know they keep saying “if
the priest that he hit has forgiven him, why can’t we?”. This isn’t about forgiveness. You know, Tommy is, is, really troubled. And the more they deny it, the more he screws
up.
Maura: (softly)
You really care about him.
Jane: I just
think that we need to face reality.
Tommy needs help. This isn’t like
he broke his leg and it’ll heal.
Maura: (nodding)
I’m really sorry.
Jane: (calmer)
Thank you. Don’t worry about
it. We got too much to do today to worry
about Tommy. (walking away)
(RizzIsles on
opposite ends of Headquarters lobby to get appropriate elevators)
Maura: I’ll
call you as soon as I get the results.
Jane: Alright.
(RizzIsles step
onto respective elevators)
Jane: (to herself)
OH! I gotta log this into
evidence. I gotta take this to
Marino. (gets on elevator to go to Marino first) I’ll see ya later.
Maura: Jane!
Jane: Yea?
Maura: If you want
to talk about your brother, or just avoid the subject, I’m here.
Jane: I know.
(Sweet smiles J)
(Jane & Marino
helping Frankie into Morgue to find Maura and help him)
Jane: Maura. Maura.
Maura: (sitting on floor, hand on Bass,
whispering) It’s Jane! (running
into Morgue) Jane! I was hiding!
There are men shooting in here!
Jane: I
know. Both of them have been shot.
Maura: Oh my,
God! What happened?!
Jane: (upset)
He’s been hit twice.
Frankie: I’m alright. My vest stopped it. (Getting
lead over to Maura’s table) The table?! Already?!
Really, the dead person table?!
Maura: (to herself)
ABCs. Airway, Breathing,
Circulation. I should have taken an
emergency medicine rotation. (to Frankie)
Take a deep breath.
Frankie: (scared) I, I can’t.
(Jane looks at
Maura, both of them terrified, Maura nods Jane off to the side)
Jane: It’s bad
isn’t it?
Maura: Massive
blunt force trauma caused internal bleeding.
It’s worse than bad.
(Frankie is
struggling to breathe)
Maura: I was
afraid of that.
Jane: What?
Maura: Tension
pneumothorax.
Jane: Maura,
he’s having trouble breathing. Do
something.
Maura: I’m a
pathologist. I am not a surgeon, Jane. I could make it worse.
Jane: (sprinting away to grab a book) What is it again?! Say it again.
Maura: Tension
pneumothorax. What are you doing?!
Jane: (reading)
Tension pneumothorax results in death if not--- if not treated
immediately. (terrified, looking up at Maura) GOD!
Maura: Jane, I’m
just guessing. Okay? I would need to confirm it.
Jane: (yelling)
You don’t have time to confirm it!
Your guess is better than most doctors.
Maura: I could
be wrong.
Jane: (reading)
…aggressively manage with needle decompression to chest.
Maura: (yelling, freaked out) I’ve never done it!
Jane: (running back over to Maura,
yelling/pleading) Maura! Please!
Get a needle. Do it! (both
looking down at Frankie struggling) Do
it now!
Maura: Alright. Get alcohol, and a cotton ball, and
tape. (Performs procedure) Give me
the tape. Hold this. (uses
tape to secure syringe) (Jane comforts
Frankie) The integrity of his chest
wall has been compromised by a broken rib.
We gotta get him to a hospital. (explains further injuries)
Jane: What
does that mean?
Maura: It
means he needs surgery.
Jane: How
soon?!
Maura: Now!
Maura: (removes syringe from his chest) There’s blood clotting it. (Frankie
coughs up blood) Turn him on his
side!
Jane: What’s
happening?! (gun shot sounds)
Marino: It’s okay. It’s at least two floors away.
Maura: His
lung is filling up with blood.
Jane: Well how
do we stop it?!
Maura: We can’t. We need a trauma center! I don’t have equipment for this.
Jane: But you
helped him before.
Maura: (panicking) No no, the problem isn’t his
heart right now, Jane. There’s too much
pressure from the bleeding. His heart
can’t pump.
Jane: (begging)
Please don’t let him die, Maura.
Please. (more distant gun shots) We
can’t get him out of here. Okay. What can you do, right now, that will help
him?
Maura: I don’t
know! I don’t know what more I can do
with what I have.
Jane: He’s
going to die. Right here on this table
if you don’t do something. Think!
Maura: Okay. Okay. (eyes closed trying to regain composure)
Jane: You’re
the only one that can save him.
(Maura walks away
implying she has an idea)
(Prepping Frankie
for a procedure)
Maura: This
isn’t a hospital. I don’t have an
anesthetic.
Jane: It’s
alright, Maura. Just do the best you
can, okay?
Maura: Frankie,
this is going to hurt, ok? I have to
drain the blood from your lungs so you can breathe.
Jane: (whispering)
Maura hurry.
Maura: Okay. I need you to hold him down for me.
Jane: Okay. (Frankie
yells out in pain) It’s okay,
buddy. It’s alright.
Maura: I have
to insert the tube to drain the blood.
Jane: We trust
you.
Maura: (whispering)
This is painful.
Jane: (to Frankie)
Hey, listen to me. Hey, hey,
look at me, alright? This is gonna hurt. (fighting
for composure) I want you to squeeze
my hand as hard as you can.
Frankie: (grunting) Okay.
Do it. GO.
Jane: (into walkie) They’re looking for something.
Maura: Oh! They were looking for something in the evidence
lockers.
Jane: You tell
me this now?!
Maura: (gesturing to Frankie) I’m sorry.
I’ve kinda had my hands full.
(Jane being dragged
out of headquarters with a gun to her head by Bobby, the dirty cop)
Jane: Just
shoot him!! Frankie is bleeding to
death! There’s no time!
Bobby: He’s probably already dead.
(SLOW MOTION)
Jane: NOOOOOO!!!!!
(grabs Bobby’s hand, puts gun against her
side, shoots him… by shooting through herself)
Maura: Jane!
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