Case: The
lead singer of a boy band is killed; He was also a childhood friend of the
Rizzoli family
RizzIsles: Since
Angela is trying to throw Lydia a Baby Shower, Jane and Maura have to decide if
they are going to tell her who Lydia really is; Angela is hurt, angry and upset
when she learns the truth and that everyone around her knew.
Jane: (walking into Maura’s house) I cannot
believe I let you talk me into wearing heels. And buying a purse.
Maura: Convertible
satchel.
Jane: (turning into living room, sees all baby
stuff) Maura? Is there something you
wanna tell me?
Maura: Angela.
Jane: My
mother’s too old to have a baby.
Angela: (popping up) I’m a very young
grandmother though.
Jane: (questioningly) You don’t have a
grandchild.
Angela: I’m
throwing a little Baby Shower for Lydia.
Jane and Maura: Lydia?!
Angela: I hope
it’s okay.
Jane: No,
that’s not okay.
Angela: I’m
not asking you.
Maura: Um,
sure, yea.
Jane: (in disbelief) What?
Jane: Ma,
Lydia is a stranger! She ran into your
car. All you know about her is that
she’s a bad driver.
Jane: Why are
you lowering your voice?! Is she in the
guest house?
Maura: (ignoring Jane, to Angela) Where is she registered?
Jane: (REALLY?!) Where is she registered?! Moochers R Us!
Maura: Is your
gestational diabetes under control?
Lydia: Well I
guess. Except when my sugars are high or
low… I mean when they’re out of whack I get moody and stuff and sweaty and
dizzy.
Lydia: That is
so sad that people have to get murdered.
Jane: Yes it
is. Well, off to work.
Lydia: (proudly)
I’m an assistant to a cashier in training.
Jane: (condescendingly) Wow, like, that is big. Congrats.
Jane: Oh yea,
let’s tell my mother that the bun in Lydia’s oven was either put there by my
father or my brother, Tommy.
Jane: (visibly upset) I gotta go break it to his brothers
before they read about it on Twitter.
Tell Ma… God, I love that kid!
Maura: (performing Shane’s autopsy, playing music
video of Channel Street Boys, dancing)
Music: “The most
beautiful girl, in the world / She’s right here from Southie / She’s pure
Boston beauty / A little bit tough, hip and mouthy / She struts…”
Jane: (sadly) Yea, he was even prettier in
life. He was so sweet and soulful.
Maura: There
are fibers embedded in the shrapnel wounds.
Jane: The one
from the hoodie?
Maura: I’d
have (in unison with Jane) to run
some tests…
Angela: (upset and cleaning) Why isn’t Frankie
back yet?
Jane: He’s
still at the crime scene looking for the gun.
Angela: At
least he has something to do… Why honey?
Why would someone kill Shane?
Jane: I don’t
know Ma.
Angela: Ya
know, his brothers told me you were the girl in their song, “Pure Boston
Beauty”.
Jane: (flattered) What? Me?
Angela: He had
the biggest crush on you. You told him
he can sing once.
Frost: (inspecting Shane’s car) I’m not seeing
any blood.
Jane: (aside to Maura) We will if we don’t
talk to Lydia.
Maura: How are
we going to get her alone?
Jane: We’re
meeting her at the Dirty Robber in two hours.
Maura: What do
you mean WE?
Jane: I sent
her a text from Ma’s phone. She thinks
Ma is going to be there.
Maura: (shrieking) YOU DID WHAT?! I can’t be a part of this. (Frost
glancing over)
Jane: Oh you
are SO a part of this! (mocking tone) Where is she registered?
Maura: I was
trying to be polite.
Jane: Well you
can be polite cop and I’ll be
I’ll-beat-your-face-in-if-you-tell-my-mother-you-slept-with-her-husband-and-her-son
cop.
(Frost stops
inspecting, stands up and turns to look, clears throat)
Korsak: Hey
look, here comes Inspector Gadget!
Maura: Would
you like some quinoa, kale and yams?
Jane: Sure,
when I’m a contestant on Survivor. (Frankie walks in sweaty with a brown paper
bag) Oh look, Frankie brought us some Mad Dog 20/20 to go with our yams.
Jane: You
know, you’re sweating all over Maura’s stuff.
(Maura starts moving things away)
Jane: Oh
crap! C’mon! (pulls
Maura out of her chair) We gotta go
face the Lydia music.
Maura: (being dragged) Oh, c’mon. I don’t like confrontations!
Jane: That’s
why you’re the good cop.
Maura: Right
and you’re the (mocking tone) beat-your-face-in
cop.
Jane: Well
Lydia can’t afford to lose anymore brain cells.
Ya know what the scariest part is about Lydia and my father?
Maura: (very amused, smirking/laughing face) Imaging
them having sex?! (“HM” face)
Jane: (disgusted) NO! Trying to figure out what he saw in her.
Maura: Studies
show many men prefer to date less intelligent women.
Jane: (with contempt) But why?!
Maura: Well
you and I have our own lives, big jobs.
We don’t make men our priority but women like Lydia do.
Maura: Drink
some water. Dehydration isn’t good for
pregnant women.
Jane: (mumbling) Neither is being a slut. (Maura
kicks her under the table) Ow!
Lydia: (grabbing ice out of her glass with her
hands, putting it on table) Oh I don’t like ice. Too cold.
Jane: Yes, ice
is cold. (Maura hands Lydia a spoon)
Lydia: I don’t
know.
Maura: But we
haven’t told you yet.
Lydia: I don’t
know who the father is. Is that why you
wanted to talk to me? (casually)
But it’s either your father’s baby or Tommy’s.
Jane: Oh my
God.
Lydia: I
thought you knew.
Jane: You
thought I knew?!
Maura: Well
Jane you did know.
Jane: Okay,
can you just get to the part where you know which one did that.
Maura: You
meant to rear end her?!
Lydia: No that
part was an accident.
Lydia: Well I
should go. I have to get to Lamaze.
Maura: Wait,
you can’t go to birthing classes by yourself.
I’m gonna drive you.
Jane: Okay,
well. Have fun. Breathe deep.
In and out. Alright.
Maura: (urgent whispering) Jane!
Jane: Oh
no. I am NOT going!
(SERIOUS RizzIsles
stare down… next scene: Jane, arms crossed, glaring at Maura with Lydia between
them on the floor at Lamaze. Maura won)
Lydia: I’m at
the mall… I’m at Hot Dog Haven. I love
their outfits.
Maura: Yes! The bright colorful ones with the hats! (AWESOME
gesturing)
(Lamaze instructor
directs coach to sit behind their partner and massage their back… intense
staredown… Maura moves behind Lydia.
Jane won)
Jane: You
know, um, after the baby is born, you can have a paternity test.
Lydia: No. …I want to do a water birth. (Maura
visually reacts)
Jane: (exasperated sigh, speaks sternly) Okay
listen to me. I don’t want you tellin my
mother what you did! It could really
hurt her, alright?
Lydia: (to Maura) Can you massage me just a
little lower? (Jane tenses) I don’t think
it’s right not to tell her.
Jane: (loudly) What, now you got a conscience
after you slept with half my family?! (people turn to stare)
Maura: (softly) Lydia, think.
Jane: (loudly) No, Lydia, don’t strain
yourself. I don’t want my mother to know
about this, alright?!
Lydia: Alright.
Jane: Wow, so
it’s amateur hour.
Maura: Meaning?
Jane: It’s a
classic newbie injury. I saw it a couple
of times at the Academy. If you use an
improper grip, the slide will slice that flap of skin right between your thumb
and trigger finger.
Maura: The
inter-digital webbing.
Jane: We use
to call it a Wenus.
Maura: I like
that. Wenus. Hard to forget because it rhymes with pe--
Jane: Maura.
Maura: Oh,
thank you Senior Criminalist Chang.
We’ll take it from here.
Jane: So can
you run DNA panels on the WENUS blood?
Perhaps it’s possible, Doctor? (RizzIsles
smirking)
Jane: (into phone)
Frost.
Frost: Do you
know if Shane knew anyone named Jamie Rellis?
Jane: Jamie
Rellis? Yea, that’s a character from
“Friends with Benefits”.
Maura: Why are
you talking about Romanic Comedies with Detective Frost?
Frost: It’s
Gia Lamar.
Jane: The
famous pop singer?!
Maura: (innocently) She can’t be that
famous. I’ve never heard of her.
(Homicide Team
exchanges amused glances)
Maura: Well let’s
not leap to conclusions Sergeant.
Jane: Yes,
Sergeant. Please. Stop the leaping.
Jane: I think
I know why Gia offed herself with a crack pipe.
Maura: (standing, getting agitated) Again, we
don’t know if this is an overdose or a suicide.
(Jane shows Maura media picture of
two victims walking together) Gia
and Shane were lovers?!
Jane: (sarcastically) Dr Isles, you just leapt
to a conclusion!
Maura: I did
not! “Gia and Shane were lovers?” –
question mark.
Frost: I’ll go
round up the Security footage from outside the motel.
Korsak: You
probably need some help.
Jane: Oh,
c’mon. You guys aren’t afraid of a
little female towel snapping, are you?
Korsak: Oh yes
we are.
(RizzIsles
laughing)
Jane: I gotta
stop a snitch from squealing.
Angela: I hope
Jane comes. That’s her favorite food.
Maura: (opening the lid, disgusted) She likes
bacon chocolate?
Angela: (resigned) Yea. (excited)
I hope we get to play some Baby Shower games!
Maura: How
many people are coming?
Angela: You,
me, Lydia, and Jane, I hope.
Maura: So 4,
total?
Angela: You
have no idea how much I needed to welcome this baby into the world right
now! (Noticing
Lydia’s face) Honey, what’s the
matter?
Lydia: He
dumped me when I told him the baby might be Tommy’s.
Angela: What? Tommy, Tommy who?!
Lydia: (Jane giving the “NO!” gesture) Uh,
Tommy Rizzoli?
Angela: (shocked) You’re carrying Tommy’s baby?!
Lydia: Frank,
dumped me.
Angela: Frank
Rizzoli? Frank Rizzoli, my husband?!
Jane: Oh God,
Ma.
Angela: (turning to Jane) Did you know?!
Jane: Let me
explain.
Angela: Explain
what? That you lied to me?
Maura: We
simply avoided referencing a specific set of facts.
Angela: (to Maura)
You knew too? (to Lydia, eerily calm) That was my husband. He was the father of my children. And you come into my HOUSE?! Into my FAMILY? And you ask me for my help? After what you’ve done?!
Lydia: (crying) I’m sorry.
Jane: (upset) Mom, please! (Angela
abruptly shaking Jane’s hand off her; Jane recoils) Mom listen to me, okay? Dad did a terrible thing. Okay?
I just, I didn’t know how to tell you.
I didn’t know how to tell you.
I’m so sorry.
Angela: I was
um, I was Mrs. Rizzoli for 35 years. I
was Frank’s wife… now I’m not anybody anymore.
(Angela leaves)
Jane: Mom
please!
(Maura driving,
Jane in passenger seat)
Jane: (to Lydia in back) Is this where your
mother lives?
Lydia: Yup.
Jane: Great,
let’s get your stuff out of the car.
(Unloading trunk)
Lydia: I’m
sorry if I caused any trouble.
Jane: IF, you
caused any trouble?!
Maura: (awkwardly) I had no idea how roomy this
cargo area was; (shoots Jane a look) did
you Jane??
Lydia: Yea the
backseat is really comfortable too!
Maura: Oh
good!
Jane: Yea,
fantastic, where do you want all these gifts?!
Maura: Do you
have the baby’s room set up?
Jane: I want
to know if there’s indoor plumbing.
(Lydia’s mom steps
out onto porch, tells Lydia her room has been rented out)
Jane: No
wonder she preferred my mother.
Maura: (sadly frustrated, whining) Oh Jane!
Jane: What?! What Maura?!
Are you going to go share your room with Lydia and Jed?! …dump on my mother some more?! No.
Lydia’s made her grown up choices!
(phone vibrates) And I gotta go, Frost and Korsak are talking
to a suspect.
Maura: (conflicted, stares at Lydia’s porch; Jane
starts throwing presents out of trunk) No! Don’t
throw it! I got it, I got it.
Maura: (trying to be helpful) Well maybe you can
call Mr. Finnegan and ask him to come down to the Police Station.
Jane: Oh good
idea, Maura. (sarcastic tone) “Hello Mr.
Finnegan. We think you murdered your
son. Can you just c’mon down here and
tell us how you did it?”.
Maura: Does it
make you feel better to mock me?
Jane: Kind
of. (Stern
look from Maura) Sorry. I’m frustrated.
Maura: (A-DORABLE Sash smile and head shake) It’s
okay.
Frost: We can
stake out his social security box.
Korsak: For
two weeks? That’s when he gets his next
check.
Jane: Wait a
minute, I got an idea. (dials phone number, into phone) Hello, Mr. Finnegan?
Maura: That was
my idea!
Jane: (whispering to Maura) Not this part!
Maura: (whispering to Korsak) My idea.
Maura: Listen,
I know what those lesions were on Shane’s lips and mouth.
Jane: Good
thing I already lost my appetite.
Jane: They
couldn’t have been in two places at the same time.
Maura: Not
unless they’re electrons, as Max Plane’s quantum theory proves. (Gets
look from Jane)
Jane: (closing Maura’s fridge, annoyed) Do you
have ANYTHING that has fat in it?!
Maura: I have
some yummy homemade smoked tempe bacon in there.
Jane: No. I want something that will clog my arteries.
(Frankie jogs in to
Maura’s house)
Jane: What are
you doing here?
Frankie: She
wants me to help her move, Jane.
Jane: What?!
Angela: (walking in) I’m gonna go, uh, move in with my cousin
Theresa.
Maura: (exchanges glance with Jane) Angela, please don’t.
Frankie: I
knew about Lydia too, Ma.
Angela: Yea, I
know. You and Jane always shared
everything. And I, I understand that you
were all trying to protect me, but--
Jane: Ma, I’m
so sorry.
Angela: But
can you understand that I can’t have my children think I’m pitiful.
Jane: Ma. Dad is the one who it pitiful. You didn’t do anything wrong. We did.
Dad did. Okay? We all admire you, don’t you understand that?
Angela: You
admire me? Ha. For what?
I lost my marriage, I lost my house.
I live in your best friend’s guest house. I work in a café--
Jane: (soft but stern) I admire you because
you picked yourself up when you could’ve laid on the floor. (Angela
crying) No, I admire you for the person you’ve always been. You’re optimistic, and warm and loving and
strong. Ma, you’re so strong. Look, you’re an example to all of us.
Frankie: Hey,
hey hey… she’s right.
Maura: (with tissues, full of emotion) I always
wanted a mother like you.
Angela: You’re
great kids, you know that?
Jane: Cause of
you Ma. Because of you.
Angela: I
never really like Theresa. She doesn’t
clean her bathrooms.
(Group hug)
Jane: Okay,
the group hug! I can’t do it! …is that my gun?
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