Case: A
soldier who was just recognized as being a hero is killed right after the
ceremony; Other soldiers from her platoon start getting killed too;
RizzIsles: Three
months after the siege at headquarters, Jane is recovering from shooting
herself and isn’t officially back on the job yet; Maura tries to help Jane see
that the pain she’s still having is in her head; Maura has apparently been
dating Jane’s trauma surgeon.
Maura: (knocks on Jane’s door, Jane answers) You
look terrible.
Jane: Thank
you.
Maura: You’re
making everyone late.
Jane: Even you
would look bad if a bullet had gone through you.
Maura: Laceration
to your peritoneum could explain your jaundice color.
Jane: (mouthful of cereal) You may not
casually discuss my privates.
Maura: Three
months. You could have read all of
Shakespeare. Learned Finnish. Instead you’ve become a platinum member of
the shopping channel.
Jane: I swear
to God if you start cleaning I WILL kick you out.
Maura: Is that
why you banned your mother?
Jane: Is that
what she said? Did she mention that all
of her OCD banging and clanking around isn’t restful? What Finnish?
Like Finland, Finnish?!
Maura: The
stress hormone cortisol suppresses your immune cell’s ability to activate telomerase.
Jane: So you
say. Mine are fine.
Maura: Quite
simply keeping your brain busy aids recovery.
Mind. Body.
Jane: Mind.
Business.
Maura: You are
my business.
Maura: Wait,
what? (concerned) You still have
pain?
Jane: No I
just like saying ow.
Maura: (dragging Jane to get ready) Could be from intermittent obstruction
due to adhesions. When was your last
bowel movement?
Jane: (stopping to stare) You just can’t help yourself, can you?
Maura: I think
you’re avoiding.
Maura: (stopping in her tracks, pointing) What is THAT?!
Jane: (smirking at self-defense dummy) It’s a get well present from Korsak and
Frost. (goes back to couch)
Maura: That is
restful?! Where is your uniform?! (storms
back to Jane’s bedroom) OH! (outraged) It is DISGUSTING in here!
(Jane smiles on
couch)
(Maura returns to
living room with Jane’s uniform)
Maura: Put
this on.
Jane: Makes me
look like a man.
Maura: We can
do this the easy way or the hard way.
Jane: I’m not
a hero, Maura. Shooting yourself is not
heroic.
Maura: The
people of Boston think it is.
Jane: Eight
people died. I don’t want a medal for
that.
Maura: Five of
them were bad guys, Jane. This ceremony
isn’t for you. This is, this is for,
your fellow officers, and your parents and your community. You’re a symbol. You are a heroic, flesh and blood reminder of
the thin blue line.
Jane: (smiling warmly) That’s good. You almost had me.
Maura: K. The hard way.
(Jane gets called
up to accept her medal)
Maura: (whispering as Jane stands up) Say something uplifting.
(Accepting her
medal)
Jane: (shaky) I didn’t prepare anything, just
cause, I don’t think of myself as a hero.
(Maura motions “uplifting” from
her seat) Uh, most of you, you know
my, my little brother Frankie. Frankie,
stand up, help me out. (Frankie stands, applause) Um, Frankie is alive because of Dr. Maura
Isles. She normally works on dead people
(crowd laughs). He’s alive because of her, not because of
me. I, uh, I was just doing my job. I, we, we all do this job because it’s, uh,
it’s what we’ve been trained to do. Ya know,
we’ve been trained not to think of ourselves, but to act. Because, ya know, (getting choked up) life is unfair and bad things happen, and ya
know, I think that we’re here, we’re all here, to remind everybody that, uh, sometimes
the good guys still win. Thank you very
much.
Guy: Jane.
Jane: (stops walking, turns around) Casey! Hi. How
are you? What are you doing here?
Casey: You
don’t come to the high school Reunions. I
wanted to see how you turned out.
Jane: You came
from Afghanistan to see how I turned out?
Casey: Everyone
on leave got an invite. Thought it’d be
fun to see you. You look great.
Jane: Lieutenant. Delta Force.
Impressive. I want to talk to
you, just give me a sec, okay?
Angela: Oh
Jane, I’m so proud of you.
Jane: (hugging)
Thank you. Where’s
Daddy? (Angela starts crying) What
happened, Ma? (Frankie helps Jane get Angela to a chair) Ma?
(Angela motions for a pen; Jane,
to Maura) Uh, I need a pen!
Maura: What’s
wrong?
Jane: I need a
pen! She gets very emotional, then she
can’t talk so we have her write it down.
(Angela writes) Okay, okay, here, Ma. (Standing
by Angela’s chair, hugging her to her)
Maura: (reading napkin Angela wrote on) Divorced.
(Camera crew comes
over)
News Guy: Detective
Rizzoli, can you give us a quick interview.
How does it feel to be a hero?
Jane: Fantastic. Can you give me a sec? She gets very emotional when she’s proud. (kneeling
in front of Angela) Ma, it’s
okay. It’s going to be okay. Here, let Frankie take you home. (grabs
note from Maura) WHAT?! (reading) We are getting divorced.
Maura: That’s
terrible. (grabbing Jane’s tie) This
should come out. (licks her finger, tries to clean tie)
Casey: Let me get you guys a drink.
Other Hero: Nothing
for me thanks.
Jane: Doctor says
water or prune juice.
Casey: Sexy. (walks
away)
Jane: (to Abby) We dated in high school.
Jane: (sees Maura walking with some guy) UGH. Sluckie.
Can this night get any worse?!
Casey: Thanks.
Jane: Except
for you. This is my Trauma Surgeon. Luckily I was under when we hung out
together. Watch this, everything is the
royal “we”. Watch.
Surgeon: So
how are we feeling Jane?
Jane: We are
feeling fine, but WE can’t speak for everyone.
(drags Maura away) All the single guys in Boston, you gotta
date Yukie Sluckie.
Maura: Don’t
refer to Byron that way.
Jane: It’s
unethical Maura.
Maura: Why? He was your doctor not mine. (points
at Casey) He is very sexy. He has an odd accent though.
Jane: Yea he
moved here from England when he was a kid.
I nearly lost my virginity to him.
Maura: Byron
is much better when he’s not talking, Jane.
I think you would really like him.
Jane: Oh I
like him… WHEN I’M ANESTHETIZED. Your
turtle has a better bedside manner.
Maura: (offended, sweetly) Tortoise. And I don’t disagree with you. Which is why it was a wonderful surprise to
find out that he was very tender when he wasn’t by the bed, but (sultry glance) IN the bed.
Jane: EW! It’s like thinking about my parents having
sex. (pause)
My parents are getting a divorce.
Maura: I
know. I’m so sorry.
Jane: This is
just too much crap. I need to learn how
to compartmentalize. How do men do it?
Maura: Simply
separate everything into isolated compartments.
Jane: (dryly)
Thank you. That’s very
helpful. Please, go have tender sex with
Byron and I’m going home.
Maura: Ya
know, you do need to boost your immune system and sex is very good for
that.
Jane: Thank
you doctor. (looks around in disbelief)
Maura: (exhales, distracted) Mm.
Casey: So how
come we never finished what we started?
Jane: Because
you didn’t give me the time of day until Senior Week.
Casey: (laughs) I was a jerk.
Jane: No you
were just too cool for me. And, smart.
Casey: Truth?
You were too scary for me.
Jane: Gee
thanks.
Casey: I
looked cool, but I was like 12 in boy years.
You were a force even then.
Smart, beautiful, didn’t care what anyone thought of you.
Jane: Inside I
was a geek.
(Car with Private
Abby Sherman blows up; Casey drags Jane across the street, away)
Maura: (running through chaos) Jane! Jane, are you okay?! (to
Casey) I got this. (takes
Jane’s arm, leads her to sidewalk)
Cavanaugh: Rizzoli,
I need you out of here. You’re not
cleared for duty. Dr. Isles we’re gonna
need you. Frankie! Get her home!
We don’t need any more casualties.
Jane: I wanna
help! (Frankie takes her from Maura’s arms and walks her off-site)
Frankie: Just
promise me you’ll stay put. (Jane nods)
It’s gonna be okay.
(Jane is dressed
and walking into BPD Headquarters)
Officer at
Security Gate: Wow. Detective
Rizzoli!
Jane: You’re
new. (shakes
his hand)
Officer: Yea,
I’m um--
Jane: (reading badge) Officer Reynolds.
Officer: Yea. Pleasure to meet you, really. Jane
smiles and starts to walk forward) Uh,
I can’t let you in without a badge.
Sorry.
Jane: (lifting shirt to show bullet wound) Okay, look there’s my badge. We got a tough case.
Officer: Uh,
no, I can’t. Uh, security’s been really
tight since--
Jane: Since
me.
Maura: (walking into headquarters with Trauma
Surgeon) What are you doing here?
Jane: I’m
trying to figure out who killed Abby Sherman.
Surgeon: We
haven’t cleared you yet.
Maura: Are you
sure you’re ready for this, Jane?
Jane: I’m sure
that I’m done sitting on my ASS. (grabs a pen and paper) Here.
Clear me for active duty.
Surgeon: Call Darlene
in my office. Make an appointment. (kisses
Maura’s cheek) See ya later.
Jane: Oh yea,
real tender. I don’t know how I never
noticed. Get me in there!
Maura: Jane. Go home.
Get better.
Jane: Maura. You heard me.
This is who I am. This is what I
do. Now get me in there.
Maura: Ughh…
okay, fine. But I’m only doing this
because I’m afraid that you’re gonna hurt yourself. (to
officer) It’s okay Sam. Detective Rizzoli is with me.
Jane: (gets handed a visitor sitcker) Really?!
Maura: Downstairs
only! I will poke you in your scar
tissue if you even touch the up arrow.
(Steps onto
elevator, Jane rips off visitor sticker and holds it out for Maura; Maura rolls
her eyes and shakes her head)
(Jane twirling her
hair)
Maura: (teasing tone) That’s a sign of sexual
frustration.
Jane: Or
tangled hair.
Jane: It looks
different in here.
Maura: That is
correct Rip van Winkle. Wait til you see
my office. The decorator just finished.
Jane: (dramatic teenage girl voice) Oh, my
God, I’m so excited! I might need a
paper bag!
Maura: Ya
know, it’s possible it’s taking you longer to heal because of your attitude.
Jane: A .40
caliber bullet went thru me, Maura. My
attitude isn’t faking that.
Maura: You’re
not faking anything. (walks toward Jane) You had a life threatening injury. But you’re strong, healthy. Something’s gotten in the way of your healing. (examines
Jane’s injury)
Jane: OW! Will you please stop doing that!
Maura: Just
wish I knew what was causing that pain.
Jane: Again,
I’m going with a .40 caliber bullet.
Maura: Are you
sure you want to be here? She was very
badly burned.
Jane: Yea. She survives two tours in Afghanistan and
gets blown up at home. (twirls hair, notices what she’s doing,
stops) (Maura gets prepped to open body
bag, keeps looking over to check on Jane)
No, I can’t. I can’t, I
can’t. (walks out)
Jane: (hunched over by desk in Maura’s office,
holding her injury) What the hell is
wrong with me?! I’ve been through worse
than this. Abby deserves better---
Maura: (walks in behind her, rubs her back, speaks
softly) Jane take a deep breath.
Jane: No I
can’t, it hurts. (starts to stand upright and walk to a chair) What if I’m never who I was?
Maura: That’s
the human condition.
Jane: Thanks. That’s really upbeat. (sits
down in strange orange chair) Ow! This hurts too! How uncomfortable is THIS?!
Maura: How can
you say that! That’s a Kareem Rasheed
label.
Jane: Oh, well
in that case (awkwardly sits back) it’s
like the warm caress of a mother’s hand.
Maura: Your
parasympathetic nerve is in overdrive.
It’s a protective mechanism.
Jane: What
because I don’t like your office? Did
taxpayers pay for this?! (knocking on the plastic of the orange
chair)
Maura: Of
course not. (Jane keeps switching positions trying to figure out how to sit in the
chair) Ya know, you might still be
in physical pain because of a post-traumatic psycho-pathological reaction to
what’s happened to you.
Jane: Make it
stop. (lays head back onto chair) What
do you do when fear is killing you?
Maura: Well
it’s hard to die from fear unless you have a congenital heart condition. (“Really?!”
look from Jane) What can I do?
Jane: Get me
upstairs.
Jane: Sorry
about the mess.
Casey: I don’t
mind. I’ve been living in a tent. Aren’t you supposed to be drinking prune
juice?
Jane: Not
after this. (clinks beers)
Casey: Wanna
know something crazy?
Jane: (flirty) Yea lay it on me!
Casey: I was
thinking except for the girly part, Abby was like you.
Jane: I’m
honored. …except for the girly
part. I can be girl. (Casey
raises an eyebrow)
Casey: No. I always liked your toughness. You’re a softshell crab, Rizzoli.
Jane: A not
girly, crab. Wow. You (giggling)
really need to work on your pickup lines.
Casey: Hard on
the outside, soft on the inside.
No?
Jane: (shaking her head) No.
Casey: That’s
why you’re such an incredible cop. (getting softer) Cause you care so damn much.
Jane: Maybe
too much.
Casey: You
can’t care too much. (moves in for the kiss)
Angela: (storming into Jane’s bedroom, picking up
laundry, ranting to herself) Thirty
years I’ve been picking up that man’s socks!
Cooking without spices because it gave him indigestion! (Stops
in her tracks; Casey is getting out of Jane’s bed to leave)
Casey: Hey
Mrs. Rizzoli.
Angela: Hello
Charles.
(Casey gets up,
walks out, turns to give Jane a surprised look, leaves)
Jane: C’MON
MA!!! For just once in my life can you
please KNOCK?!
(Angela throws
armful of laundry at Jane)
(Angela in kitchen,
Jane comes out)
Angela: Too
sick to wash the dishes but not too sick to have intercourse?
Jane: Intercourse,
Ma?! C’mon. We didn’t sleep together. Okay, yes, we slept—why am I having this
conversation?! I gave you a key for
emergencies only.
Angela: Yea it
was an emergency. The health department
was gonna come condemn the place! I made
you breakfast.
Jane: Thank
you.
Jane: You can
stay here. As long as you’d like. You can have my bedroom.
Angela: I’m
not gonna impose.
Jane: You
wouldn’t be imposing.
Angela: That’s
very nice of you. Thank you. But, uh, Dr. Isles offered me her Guest
House.
Jane: What?
Angela: (offended)
I’m a good guest!
(Jane at Maura’s
house)
Jane: Are you
a masochist?! You bought this house for
your mother to visit, not mine!
Maura: Increased
blood flow. Rush of endorphins. You feel less pain today, don’t you?
Jane: What are
you talking about?
Maura: (teasing tone) You had sex.
Jane: We did
not have sex. We almost, had— It’s
really none of your business. But feel
free to chat about it with my mother at your slumber parties.
Maura: I never
really got much sleep at slumber parties.
Jane: (whining)
Why?! Why are you doing this?
Maura: Because
she’s your family.
Jane: I feel
guilty.
Maura: Catholic
guilt. Did you know that the University
of Parma study found that devout Catholics are more likely to show signs of
OCD? Martin Luther’s strict definitions
of the sacraments is too constraining.
Jane: I hated
Confession.
Maura: Did you
have a lot to confess to?
Jane: I made
stuff up because if you confess to sins you’re not sorry for, that’s a sin.
Maura: Isn’t
making up sins a sin?
(Trauma Surgeon
walks into the kitchen)
Surgeon: How
are we this morning?
Jane: (annoyed) I called Darlene in your
office. She said you were “too busy” to
squeeze me in.
Surgeon: Yea
well we are rather busy.
Jane: (irritated, to Maura) And so are you. I’ll be waiting outside. I’d like to discuss your pathology findings.
Maura: (to Surgeon)
I’m worried about her. She
still has pain. Shouldn’t she be healed?
Surgeon: Patients
heal at different rates.
Maura: But you
don’t know her. (laughs) She had a
dislocated shoulder and she still tackled a 200 pound suspect, to the
ground. (smiles proudly)
Surgeon: Are
we questioning my opinion?
Maura: Well
there could be another component. The
mind is powerful. She had a trauma--
Surgeon: No. You’re merely a pathologist and she had
expert care from a renowned trauma surgeon.
Maura: Are you
talking about yourself in the 3rd person?
Surgeon: Are
we angry?
Maura: We
are! (grabs
OJ glass from his hands) Thank you
for reminding me why I don’t date surgeons.
(slams his briefcase into him)
Jane: Maura,
what can you tell us about her gunshot wound?
Maura: That
would just be my opinion. (uncomfortably shakes her head)
Jane: Pretend
I’m a Priest and I can’t tell anyone.
Maura: I’m not
Catholic. (Jane takes a deep breath) It
is my opinion that she was facing her shooter when she was shot. …from no more than 6 feet away, based on the
scaring around the entrance wound.
(Casey leaves Autopsy
Room angry)
Jane: Casey---
Maura: That
was awkward. (makes awkward face)
Jane: Ya
think?!
Maura: What
are you doing?
Jane: Calling
the Private that was with her when she was shot. They were high school sweethearts. (on
phone, Maura moves closer) Hi,
Private Campbell. Yes, hi, this is
Detective Rizzoli. (Maura is moves *right next to* Jane, Jane shoots her a look) Um, I have a few more questions for
you. I was wondering (Maura tilts her head next to the phone)
today would be fantastic. (Jane turns to move away) Perfect.
(Maura smiles gives thumbs
up) Right now. Alright, thanks.
Maura: You’re
not cleared for active duty. I’m going
with you.
Jane: You’re
not a detective.
Maura: Well
technically neither are you. (RizzIsles walk out of Autopsy Room; Jane
turns around, grabs case file from Maura)
I’d like that folder back.
Jane: I’m like
a boxer with a glass jaw. Have you ever
seen me not able to step up?!
Maura: (shakes her head) The most powerful force of nature is not
a nuclear weapon.
Jane: (stops pacing) When I talk do you hear
blah blah blah Maura blah blah blah blah?!
Maura: It’s
thoughts. That’s the most powerful
force. It’s thoughts.
Jane: Job used
to take my mind off everything. It’s,
I’m not who I am anymore.
Maura: K, do
me a favor. Close your eyes. Close ‘em.
(Jane closes eyes) Take a deep breath. (Jane
flinches in pain; live feed of mission interrupts)
Jane: (reading handmade card) You’re my hero.
Casey: (walking into Homicide Office) Mine
too. Now I know why we never got
together. You still scare me. As much as this thing. (holding
up grenade)
Jane: I scare
you?
Casey: Mm
hm. I gotta say goodbye.
Jane: Why? Where you going?
Casey: My
leave’s up. I loved seeing you. (leans in
and kisses her)
Jane: (whispering) I loved seeing you.
Casey: At the
next reunion, we’ll finish what we started.
(kisses her, gets up to leave)
(Jane sadly watches
him leave, Maura walks in)
Maura: (picks up card, reads it) Hm. Ya know heroes are actually social deviants. The famous Zymbardo experiment at Yale proved
that.
Jane: He’s
going back to Afghanistan.
Maura: Oh. I’m sorry.
Jane: (sighing) No, it’s good. I was so scared Maura and I did it anyway. (smiles)
Maura: (smiles) That’s the definition of a
hero.
Jane: Who is a
social deviant.
Maura: That’s
not a bad thing. (shrugs)
Jane: Right,
so I’m a not girly, crabby, social deviant.
That’s great.
Maura: Um, can
I just. Take a deep breath. (presses
Jane’s wound) Any pain? (Jane excitedly shakes her head) No! (excited)
Jane: I’m
back!
Maura: You’re
back! (high 10) Ya know, I was
pretty sure it was psychosomatic.
Jane: It was
so not psychosomatic.
Maura: No,
no. I think it was.
Jane: You
think? So you were guessing?
Maura: Um, no,
no. I can think. I can consider. I can conclude--
Jane: No, no,
that’s guessing. You guessed.
Maura: No, I
did not.
Jane: (teasing tone) Dr. Isles guessed. Dr. Isles guessed.
Maura: I did
not. I did not.
Jane: Did too.
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