Case: An
older man is killed after him and his son are mugged leaving a restaurant
RizzIsles: A
mysterious man from Maura’s past randomly shows up; Jane is hurt that Maura is
being very secretive about him; Jane has a foot injury and keeps limping
around,
Maura: (knock on her front door, looks through window)
Ian?! Oh my god!
(opens the door)
Ian: Hello
there. (slowly enters, throws bag down)
Maura: (gazing lustfully, jumps to straddle him,
kissing) What if I had someone here?
Ian: Do you?
Maura: No.
Ian: We’re in
luck then. (kissing, keeping Maura close against him, walks to couch and lays her
down under him)
Maura: Where
have you been?
Ian: I’m here
now. (resume making out on the couch)
(At a crime scene,
Jane is sitting on hood of squad car examining her foot; She quickly puts her
boot on and limps toward Korsak when he calls)
Korsak: (explains scene they’re entering) Are
you limping?
Jane: What? No. (tries
to walk normal)
Jane: (talking about case, interrupts herself) Where is Maura?!
Korsak: Can’t
do this without your b-f-f?
Jane: Not when
she’s the Chief Medical Examiner. No.
(Jane pulls out her
cell to make a call)
Korsak: Dispatch
has already called Dr. Isles.
Jane: Nah, I
know. I’m gonna call the CI. He knows this neighborhood real well. (Cell
phone rings in the crowd playing music: “You are the one I waited for…”)
Rondo: (answering phone) Hello Vanilla. (waves
from the crowd)
Korsak: (muttering and walking away) This freaking guy.
Jane: (to officer guarding police line) It’s
okay, he’s with us. C’mon Rondo. Step this way. (guiding
him to the side by his elbow)
Rondo: I will
step anywhere you tell me to step, Vanilla.
You are looking today, I tell you what girl. I like it when you hold me tight.
Jane: C’mon,
stop it. This isn’t a date. Okay, I need some information.
Rondo: I have
lots of information. (looking Jane up and down) And I know
how to treat a lady right.
Jane: (through gritted teeth, rolling her eyes) Shut.
Up.
(Maura struts on to
crime scene flustered)
Maura: Hi.
Jane: Where ya
been?
Maura: Uh,
bed.
Jane: You okay?
Maura: (beaming, breathless) Yea. Why?
Jane: Cause
you’re wearing two different shoes! (giggling) You are so not feeling okay.
Maura: (quickly) I got dressed in the
dark. What about you? You’re limping.
Jane: Oh no
I’m not.
Maura: Yes you
are. You know why?? Because you buy your boots a half size too
small.
Jane: No I
don’t!
Maura: You
stomp.
Jane: I do not
stomp.
Maura: (head tilt, smile)
(Next morning, in
Maura’s kitchen; Ian is making tea)
Maura: (hugging Ian, looking up at him expectantly,
speaking breathlessly) Why don’t you
ever tell me when you’re coming?
Ian: Because I
never know if I am…
(Key sound in the
door, Maura pulls back)
Maura: Oh,
that’s Jane’s mother.
Ian: Should I
hide?
Maura: Uh,
no. Just say that we’re colleagues. (smirking) I don’t want to have to explain you.
Ian: I’m hard
to explain.
Angela: (reading) If you’re a busy, unorganized
professional.
Ian: Oh you
mean like Dr. Isles here? (Maura shoots him a look, smiles at Angela)
Angela: (reading) Are you ready to conquer the
clutter?! (pan around incredibly clean, organized house) Yea, well, um, I’m just gonna check yes.
(Ian and Maura
exchange a quick warm glance)
(New crime scene;
Uniform is patting down Rondo)
Rondo: I’m
tellin ya. I’m the one that called it in.
Uniform: He
says he’s with a Detective Vanilla.
Korsak: I
can’t imagine why you didn’t believe him.
Jane: It’s
alright. He’s with me sir.
Rondo: (regarding Korsak) He gotta be here?
(Jane smirks)
Korsak: He
does.
Jane: Talk.
Jane: (limping into Morgue) Hm, we’re feeling
better… your shoes match. (smiling)
Maura: (smiling) I was just tired last
night. You’re still limping. (Jane
groans, Maura grabs her phone to reply to a message, smiling)
Jane: (smiling) Who’s that?
Maura: Not
important.
Jane: Hm. Oh,
okay. Well can we go out on a limb and
say this junkie OD’d?
Maura: (brightly) Yes!
Jane: Really?!
(talking about the
case, Maura’s phone vibrates again, she puts it in her pocket without looking)
Jane: Well you
didn’t even read it that time.
Maura: It’s
nothing. (goes back to case file)
Jane: (smiling) You’re in a weird mood.
Maura: No. I’m not.
(back to reading file)
Jane: Okay. (phone
vibrates, checks message) Oh. I gotta go talk to my CI. Wanna grab a coffee afterwards?
Maura: (smiling to herself) No, I already had
tea.
Jane: Oh. (hesitates,
confused, leaves)
Angela: Did
you meet Dr. Isles’ new hunk?
Jane: (conspiratorially) What?!
Angela: Ian? They think I was born yesterday. He spent the night.
Jane: Ma,
that’s really none of your busin-- Ian spent the night?!
Angela: Mmhm. Didn’t she tell you??
Jane: (slight hesitation) Um yea. Yes.
Okay thanks. (leaves counter with coffee)
Rondo: I got
you on speed dial, Vanilla.
(Talking about case
in the lab; Maura’s phone vibrates, she looks quickly then puts it back down)
Jane: (teasing tone) Is that Ian?
Maura: (quickly glances to others around, gathers
materials to move to morgue) Uh, let’s go and take a look at the victim’s
nails.
Jane: (rolling her eyes) Oh, lets.
Maura: (walking passed Jane holding morgue door,
speaks dryly) Yes it was Ian. Just
an old friend. (examines victim’s fingers) His
cuticles have never been cut. I’d say
he’s never had a manicure.
Jane: You
don’t have to tell me about Ian. (Maura looks up at Jane) It’s none of my business.
Maura: I’m not
not telling you about him. (shrugs)
He just stopped by this morning.
(looks down)
Jane: (looking to the side, not directly at
Maura) I heard he stopped by last
night. (quick glance at Maura)
Maura: (stuttering, uncomfortable) Uh, um, he
lives in Africa. It’s um. It’s complicated.
Jane: (short) Okay. (shrugs,
starts to walk away slowly) Uh, let
me know if you find anything else (exaggerated)
in the case as long as it’s not complicated.
I mean, who am I to help you with your complicated love life?!
Maura: Jane. (grabs
phone, walks to Jane)
Jane: (stops walking, waits; Maura stops to smile
at her phone as she reads/replies to messages; Jane rolls her eyes and starts
to walk away again) Good bye. Have a fabulous time reading your, love texts
in private.
Maura: (glancing up quickly) No, Jane.
Jane wait. Wait. It’s nothing.
(Jane stops) It’s nothing. Look. (hands Jane her cell)
Jane: (reading slowly) Ahunay ee tee pia. Wessette ab bur-- (annoyed, hands phone back to Maura)
Maura: (school girl smile) He just said, um, guess what we’d be
doing if we were in Ethiopia right now.
Jane: That
doesn’t sound complicated. (Maura continues smiling, reading and
replying; Jane gets annoyed) I killed Korsak with your scalpel. (Maura
laughs at her phone) I contaminated
all your DNA samples. (Maura continues smiling at phone) I snuck into your closet and put all your
shoes in different boxes.
Maura: (head snapping up) What?!
Jane: Never
mind. (walks away)
Maura: No, Jane! Wait.
Wa-wait, I’m sorry. Let me at
least take a look at your foot.
Jane: Oh
no! I don’t think we’re close enough for
that anymore.
Maura: Please?? I’m, I’m sorry. Okay?
Look. (makes show of putting phone off to the side, gestures for Jane to sit
in seat)
Jane: (sitting)
You’ll be really sorry when my toe kills me. (removes
boot and sock; takes deep breath, puts foot up to Maura.) Okay.
Don’t touch it. (Maura touches it) Ow!! (through
gritted teeth) Maura.
Maura: (carefully)
Okay. You have acute
anickocryptosis.
Jane: Do I
need to update my will?
Maura: In
grown toenail. You need a minor
procedure.
Jane: Okay. You do it.
Maura: Me? I don’t do surgery.
Jane: It’s not
a kidney transplant, Maura. Just do it.
Korsak: (enters morgue, sees RizzIsles with Jane’s
foot in Maura’s hand, shakes his head) Not
gonna ask.
(Knocking on door)
Maura: (opens door, smirking, accusatory) What are you doing here?
Jane: (limping) My toe. It’s killing me.
Maura: Unless
it’s given you a staph infection, it’s hardly killing you.
Jane: (starts to protest, stops when she sees Ian
closing boxes on dining room table) Oh,
I’m so sorry to barge in. (smirking)
Maura: No,
that’s okay.
Ian: (walking over, hand extended) Hi.
You must be Jane Rizzoli. Let me get
you a glass of wine.
Jane: Okay. Thank you.
You must be Ian.
Maura: Jane
needs a phenylization procedure.
Ian: Oh! Then you’ll want a lot of wine. I better open another bottle. (walks
away)
Maura: (amused)
Did you come over here to check up on me?
Jane: Oh
yea. I rubbed bad germs all over my
ingrown toenail so I could spy on you.
Ian: Uh,
Maura. I can’t find the corkscrew.
Maura: (to Jane)
Your mother has been doing some organizing for me. (gestures
to cabinets)
Jane: Ugh. Can’t she find a slob-- (horrified, notices printed labels on all cabinets and drawers) to.
bother. I’m so sorry!
Maura: That’s
okay. (digging through drawers) She
alphabetized everything so now corkscrew is next to the chopsticks. (smile)
Ian: Let me
see that foot while I open the wine.
Jane: (hesitant, confused) Okay. (boosts herself onto island)
Ian: What can
I use to do the procedure?
Jane: (protesting)
I thought was gonna do it. (desperately glances at Maura)
Maura: Uh Ian
is much more qualified. (smiles, moves to find something) I just got a new pair of carbon steel
pruning sheers. (quick pan to Jane’s terrified smile) But would that be under C or F? Uh, P!
Guess that makes sense. P for
pruning. (reassuring smile, hands tool to
Ian)
Ian: Thank
you.
Jane: What are
you gonna cut off my toe?!
Ian: Pretty
much the same tool the podiatrists use. (sterilizing tool with lighter, Jane looks
on wide-eyed, chugs her wine)
Ian: Okay. This is going to feel a little bit cold. (sprays
topical anesthetic on Jane’s foot)
Jane: (jumps, pulls foot back, trying to speak
calmly) OOOOkay. That’s fine.
(Maura smirks)
Ian: Oh and
I’m gonna need a toothpick too.
Jane: What?! What for?!
(Maura smirks and walks away)
Jane: (sitting in café doing paperwork, spots
delivery boy with basket) Oh,
hey. You lookin for Dr. Maura
Isles? Give it to me. I’ll take it to her.
Angela: (grabs card from basket)
Jane: Maa!
Angela: What? It’s from Ian.
Jane: (looking at basket) Wow.
Two buck chuck and 3 rolls of toilet paper. Romance lives.
Angela: She’s
more secretive about this one, isn’t she?
Jane: (doing paperwork) No.
Yes.
Angela: Hurts
your feelings that she’s not confiding in you.
(Jane softly looks up at
Angela) I’m sorry sweetheart.
Jane: I don’t
care. Ya know. I don’t need to know every detail of her
personal life.
Angela: But
she usually tells you.
Jane: (shrugs)
Yea.
Angela: He
seems charming. But ya know, those are
the ones you have to worry about.
Jane: I got a
really weird vibe from him. He was
unpacking boxes and then when he saw me he just closed them all up.
Angela: That’s
your cop gut. Maybe he’s a criminal.
Jane: (rolls her eyes) I don’t know.
Angela: Well
he is Australian. Aren’t they all
descended from crooks?
Jane: (laughs) Ma, that was like 200 years ago and I don’t
think we can hold that against him.
Angela: Ya
know. While I’m in there organizing, I
can poke around.
Jane: Please
don’t do that.
Angela: I hear
you loud and clear. You need
deniability.
Jane: (sternly)
Ma. No. (Angela
holds her hands up in surrender and walks away)
Nooo!! (seeing Maura walk into headquarters)
Maura! (grabs stuff and runs to her) Maura!
Maura: (smiling, laughing) That must be from Ian.
Jane: Ian
really knows how to woo a girl
Maura: When we
did relief work in Ethiopia we’d talk about what we’d give for some cheap wine
and toilet paper.
Jane: How come
you never told me about him?
Maura: I’m
sure I have. You must have
forgotten. Thanks for this. (gets
on elevator)
(In Morgue with
Maura about to autopsy a rat)
Jane: Maybe
you should do an autopsy.
Maura: Technically
it’s called a necropsy.
Jane: Well let’s
not tell the tax payers what we do with their tax dollars.
(Cart with a bunch
of boxes is rolled into morgue)
Jane: (boot off, rubbing her toe) What is that?!
Maura: Supplies.
Jane: For Ian?
Maura: Yes,
for Ian. Who fixed your toe. How is your toe?
Jane: How is
your conscience?
Maura: Excuse
me? (continues
working)
Jane: What are
you doing?! Who is this guy?! Why are you being so weird?
Maura: Why are
you turning into a snoopy dog?
Jane: Do you
mean Snoop Dogg or Snoopy THE Dog?
Either way I’m insulted.
Maura: Too
insulted to find out what killed your rats?
Jane: Okay that
is so not fair.
Angela: Jane! Ian is a spy.
Jane: What’d
you do, Ma?
Angela: I
found passports from different countries, all with his photo and um, (digging into top of her shirt, grabs piece
of paper) and all with different names.
(hands Jane paper)
Jane: You
shouldn’t have done this, Ma.
Jane: (quickly as heading out to pursue a suspect)
Speaking of hiding. Ian is wanted
for questioning by Interpol for smuggling drugs.
Maura: You’ve
been investigating me.
Korsak: (from down the hall) Jane!
Jane: I’m
coming! (runs out, Maura is clearly angry)
(knocking on door,
Maura answers)
Jane: Hi.
Maura: (softly, strained) Hi.
Jane: (concerned)
You okay? (Maura shakes her head, holding back tears,
walks toward dining room; Jane walks in behind her unsure and hesitant) Where’s Ian?
Maura: (heavy sigh, looks down, sits at
counter) He’s gone. I harbored a fugitive. So, go ahead and arrest me.
Jane: I’m
sorry.
Maura: Because
you won’t be able to arrest him?
Jane: (takes a second to take in Maura’s
appearance, hands her a tissue) Man,
you got it bad.
Maura: (crying)
You know when people talk about the loves of their lives? That’s Ian.
Jane: (softly) You never ever mentioned him.
Maura: Cause I
try to forget him.
Jane: I’m
sorry Maura. I shouldn’t have done what
I did. It’s none of my business.
Maura: (shifting in her seat) I just, I can’t… I can’t talk about
him. I can’t. With anybody… because it makes me so
sad. How can you-- How can you love
someone and not be able to be with them?
Jane: Why can’t
you be with him?
Maura: He went
back to Africa.
Jane: You can
go to Africa.
Maura: (shakes her head, sighs) His crime is risking his life to bring
drugs and basic supplies to places nobody cares about. And I helped him, so, go ahead and arrest me.
Jane: (smiles sweetly, looks around kitchen shocked
and appalled) The first person I’m gonna
arrest is my mother! What?! Really?!
High ball glasses?! (Maura smiling) When was the last time you had a high
ball?! C’mon.
Maura: (sipping from a shot glass) She rearranged my closet too.
Jane: No. Not the closet.
Maura: She threw
away my shoe boxes.
Jane: Oh
no. That is a crime. Sorry.
(hands Maura another tissue) Want me to take you to the airport?
Maura: (sighs, thinks) No…. no.
Jane: Want me
to sit with you til you feel better?
Maura: Yes. …but first can you arrest your mother?
Jane: (brightly) Okay! (RizzIsles
smile, Jane motions for Maura to stand up, hugs her close, Maura starts crying
again) It’s okay. It’ll be okay…
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