Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 1, Episode 1 - See One, Do One, Teach One - full transcript

- Ah!
- Oh! Finally.

- You're still down by 10.
- I will beat you someday.

- Check.
- You beat me in everything.

Let me be better at something.

- You ready? Sure?
- Come on, come on, come on.

All right, all right. Here it is.

Game point. Rizzoli, Rizzoli.

Take a shot!

Oh!

- You all right?
- Yeah.

- No, no, come on. Let's see it. Oh!
- No, I'm good.



- What?
- No. That's bad. Come on.

- It's bad?
- Yeah, let's get you some ice.

Hold your head up.
Come on. Come on. Come on.

- All right.
- Just don't touch.

- Yeah, that's broken.
- It's broken?

- Let me see. Hey. Okay.
- Ow! God!

- Why you gotta do that?
- Get ice on it.

- Come on.
- Well, hurry up.

- Come on. Keep it up. Keep it up.
- It's up.

- Just get something before Mom comes.
- All right. Here, here.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

- On the good towel.
- All right.

- What?
- Uh, excuse me.

Aah! What happened? God!



How do you always manage
to turn Sunday dinner...

...into a circus every week?

- Me?
- Yeah, you.

- I did it.
- It's his fault.

Oh, I know you didn't mean to do it.

So this is my fault?

Look, I tell you all the time.

- Don't roughhouse with him.
- Don't roughhouse with him.

Oh, someone... Uh, Bird.

Bird keeps calling you.

- Detective Crowe?
- Mm.

You answered my phone?
Why didn't you just tell me?

Because you were having so much fun...

...having your...
- Rizzoli.

- Frost. Bad things in West Roxbury.
- I'll be right there.

Dad and Tommy are gonna be here
any minute.

I told you I was on call.

Here. It won't be attractive
if your nose swells up.

You never know
who you might run into.

- Ma!
- What?

Because I meet so many great guys
at work. Too bad they're all dead. Ha.

- Ow. Later, jerk.
- I'm sorry.

- No, you're not.
- Okay.

- Have fun.
- Yeah, thanks.

News of a brutal murder.

A doctor in an upscale Bellevue Hill
neighborhood in West Roxbury.

Shocked and terrified, this victim...

It's the coroner. Go, go.

Dr. Isles, tell us about the murder.

I'll have a statement for you
later tonight, Kitty.

- Detective.
- What's up, doc?

- Evening, Dr. Isles.
- Hello, Casey.

Dr. Maura Isles,
chief medical examiner.

Come on, it's your lucky day.

Can't say this on camera, but we
call Dr. Isles "queen of the dead."

What's that, Crowe?

Jeez, take a Midol.

Commander cleared you?

- What's it to you?
- My case.

Since when? I'm up.
I got clearance. Move.

Spoke to the commander.
It's my case. Where's Frost?

Losing his lunch. Where else?

- Ugh!
- God.

He should've stayed in Robbery.
Hangnails make him gag.

- Guy gives us a bad name.
- Come on. Leave him alone.

- You okay, buddy?
- Something I ate.

- Where's the crime scene?
- Follow your nose.

Might bring back memories.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- You'll see.

Have fun, Rizzoli.

- Hands hurt?
- Yeah. It's gonna rain.

Rizzoli. Homicide Victor 825.

Going back for more, Frost?

Ah.

Not in South Boston anymore,
Dorothy.

- Korsak? I thought you were on vacation.
- Cut it short.

That bad?

Worse.

Oh, man.

Ten centimeters.

Jane, if you got this, I can start
processing the rest of the house.

Yeah, go ahead.

Carotid artery and jugular
have been transected.

What's odd is how precise it is.

Hairline fracture of the nasal bone
above the lateral nasal cartilage.

It's not disfiguring.

Looks pretty disfiguring to me.

Can you pop this out for me?

Can't you do something safe
like yoga?

- Might hurt a little.
- Okay.

Mm. Okay.

- Ow! A little?
- Put some ice on it...

...for the next 24 hours
so you don't look like Mike Tyson.

Unh! Ow! Mm.

Victim is Dr. Martin Yeager, 34.
Wife, Gail, is missing.

Diamond was too small,
so she whacked him and walked out.

Ha, ha. No.
We found signs of forced entry.

Well-to-do couple.

Man is bound and posed.
Woman is missing.

And a teacup.

Melissa.

Is he out?

Is the Surgeon out?

Oh, my God. Korsak?

He's not out.
It's his M.O. That's all.

Why didn't you warn us? Warn Jane.

I wanted your unbiased assessment.
Looks like Hoyt, right?

We put that son of a bitch behind bars.
Tell me how this is possible.

It's not. I spoke with prison authorities.
He's in lockdown.

Look. Stun gun marks. Right there.
Just like Hoyt's victims.

Any sick perp could have done this
if he watched TV news and read a paper.

Except we didn't release this detail.

Hoyt's trained an apprentice.

Hey, uh, can I get a scanner from you?

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

He's coming out of rigor.

- You want us to crack him?
- No. Put him on his side.

Hoyt's the reason
you don't wanna be partners?

You know why.

I'm allergic...

...to those sad and furry little creatures
you keep rescuing, Detective Dolittle.

- You never sneezed.
- Hello.

Special Agent Gabriel Dean.

You must be Detective Rizzoli,
and you must be Dr. Maura Isles.

What's the FBI doing here?

Saw the homicide advisory.
And possible kidnapping.

- We have an APB out on Gail Yeager.
- Yeah, so do we.

You get a lot of routine advisories.
What's special about this one?

Hey, you know
we're on the same side, right?

Are we? Oh, because, you know...

...you fed boys, you like to show up,
take the bat and the ball.

Just here to observe.

Right.

Jane, I'll be doing the autopsy
in the morning.

- Okay.
- Come if you like.

Hey, Rizzoli.
- Yeah?

Semen.

So he raped the wife
and made the husband watch.

Just like Hoyt.

Look at me! Look at me!

Jane.

How lovely to see you.

Haven't seen you since the trial.

Get his ass in the chair.

Ah. I like that scent.

The smell of lavender and fear.

See one. Do one. Teach one.

That's what they taught you
in medical school.

- Who did you teach, Hoyt?
I dropped out, Jane.

- I mean, you know that.
- You were kicked out.

For fondling a corpse.

That's very good, Jane.
You've learned how to irritate me.

I wanna see them.

Hands are so useful.

Dexterous.

And yours played the piano.

Do they still work?

Good as new.

So your turn.
You trained somebody, didn't you?

I love your neck.

It's so beautiful.

And your breasts.

Very firm.

Answer the question.

Tell me, Jane,
what would you like to do to me?

- I'd like to get my gun...
- Hmm.

...and put it in your mouth
and pull the trigger.

Oh, no, no, no.

It is so much better slowly,
to take your time.

You know,
all my life I've been meticulous...

...about finishing what I start.

And that bothers me.

Because I haven't finished
what I started with you.

And you won't, you sick scumbag.

Do you dream about me, Jane?
Because I dream about you.

I don't even think about you.

But I tell you what, I'll visit you every day
if you tell me who your friend is.

Who killed Dr. Yeager,
and where's his wife?

I see that our time's up.

I do dream about you.

Am I ever your lover?

That's enough, you son of a bitch!
That's enough!

All right, all right, all right.

But you're right, Jane. I should play fair.

My friend is out there.

Enjoy him.

Because he'll enjoy you.

Rizzoli.

Yeah, okay. We'll be right there.

They found Gail Yeager.

Hey, uh, I'll catch up.

- Are you wearing lipstick, Rizzoli?
- Shut up.

- Dog find her?
- Yeah. Lucky he got loose.

We wouldn't have found her till summer.
Who's a good boy?

How did you get here so fast?

I was in the area.

Ooh. Everybody's so lucky today.

Vitreous potassium.

Helps us determine postmortem interval.
Nice and clear.

About 36 hours.

Look at the body,
the way it's laid out.

Like she's taking a nap
or reading a novel.

It's odd, isn't it?

Yeah, why didn't he bury her?

Didn't have time.

It means something.

- Where's Frost?
- Uh, paperwork.

Oh. Wiping his face with it
after he puked?

Did you do a wet prep yet?

I hadn't planned to, but I can.

Those little guys really are swimmers.

- Quite fresh. Deposited postmortem.
- Ugh.

- How did you know?
- I didn't.

Yes, you did.

It's not standard procedure
to check for evidence of necrophilia.

You wanna tell us
why you're really here?

I'd like a copy of your report.

As a courtesy.

Let's go, Hoyt.

You got your one hour on the yard.

He's faking. Be careful.

I found carpet fiber
on Gail Yeager's body.

Lab is processing it.

Thanks.

Hoyt didn't meet his apprentice
in prison.

Or medical school.
All 80 classmates are clean.

- You guys eating cat food?
Yeah, you want some?

No.

Guess it's a chick thing.

What's up?

- You may wanna sit down.
- No. Tell me.

A few hours ago, uh,
Charles Hoyt escaped custody.

Oh, my God.

Why wasn't he cuffed?

Two doctors assured me
he was suffering from appendicitis.

Two hundred milligrams of Decadron
give him an abnormal white cell count.

- It mimics all the symptoms.
- Doesn't explain how he got out of here.

What's he doing?

It's a message for me.

Go stay with Mom and Dad.

No. I am staying in my own home.

He's not gonna do this to me again.

- Frost, go get some sleep.
- I'm fine.

If I was a guy,
you wouldn't be worried.

- You're not a guy.
- No, I am a homicide detective.

- And he is not gonna kill me.
- Really?

He almost did.
I mean, look at your hand!

- Hey, Frankie, come on.
- Please take him.

We'll be outside. Come on.

All right.
All right, that's the way you want it.

Fine. But if you have a boyfriend over,
we'll know. How's that?

- Hi, Marisa.
- Hey.

- Did the vacuum cleaner wake you?
- No, no, I was up studying.

Come in, come in, come in.

- How's law school?
- Awful.

Remind me again
why I wanted to be a lawyer.

I know, right?
Where the hell was I on Career Day?

Just making sure you're okay.

Um...

Yeah, why would you ask?

You always vacuum
when you have a really tough case.

No!

Mom.

That lipstick doesn't flatter you.
It's too pink, babe.

- Bye.
- Bye.

I hope Frankie Jr.'s okay down there.

Hoyt's not after Frankie, Mom.

Your father's out there also.

My God, did you bring the dog too?

Why would I bring the dog?

What, Ma?

Aw, come on, it's the middle of the night.

Who could sleep?
Ever since you had this crazy idea...

...to become a police officer,
I haven't stopped worrying.

I never know if you're coming home.

And your brother, Frankie,
wants to do exactly what you do.

Everything you do, he follows it.

I'm leaving.
- You're leaving? Where are you going?

Someplace where you're not.

Jane.

Jane, come on. Be reasonable.

They don't pay you enough money,
I mean...

They don't pay me at all.

Why do you always look
like you're about to do a photo shoot?

Thank you.

God! What is that?

- Shh. You'll scare him.
- He's alive?

His name is Bass. Geochelone sulcata.
African Spurred Tortoise.

I've had him
since he was like this big.

Partial to British strawberries.

Bass? What, after an old boyfriend?

William M. Bass, forensic anthropologist
who founded the famous body farm.

Right, yeah. That Bass.

Here you go. It's okay.

Yeah, he's a great pet.

- Really interactive, I'll bet.
- Mm-hm.

So how long can a person go
without sleeping?

Hallucinations begin by day four...

...followed by slurred speech,
short attention span and death.

You're better than Wikipedia.

Wikipedia is frequently incorrect.

Very little is rigorously peer-reviewed.

Somebody's just dropping
something off.

Hey.

Go away. I'm asleep.

Are we having a sleepover...

...or is this your way of telling me
you're attracted to me?

So it was Dean you were expecting.

He wanted my opinion
on another case.

- What case?
- I can't say.

- Fine. Go sleep in your own room.
- Oh, Jane.

You ever like the same guy
as your best friend?

No.

- Did you ever have a best friend?
- No.

You'd tell me if you were a cyborg,
right?

- No, I don't think I would.
- Ha-ha-ha.

- I'm not seeing him.
- Yet.

Well, somebody should,
don't you think?

Yup.

Should we draw straws?

Couldn't we just show him our tits
and let him decide?

No, it's okay. It's just Bass.

Really, it's okay.

I've never been so scared
in all my life.

You look like you slept
under an overpass.

How are you still single?

- You gotta stop this.
- Stop what?

This stuff with Frost.

Lab identified the carpet we found
on the victim. It's called Antron.

It's not Frost's fault
that he was partnered with me.

Navy blue carpet. From a car.

- You wanna hear what I got or not?
- Yeah. You want coffee?

Navy blue's a popular color.

Two million vehicles
with this type of carpet fiber.

- Swell.
- It's not my fault it's a popular color.

- I take three sugar.
- For Christ's sake, since when?

Since, I don't know. Since for a while.
You'd know if we were still partners.

- What about the semen we found?
- No hits.

- How is that possible?
- Easy. Our UNSUB's not in CODIS.

Ran the prints we had too. Nothing.

Our UNSUB's a ghost.

Pardon me,
yours and Frost's UNSUB's a ghost.

Thought you said you take three sugar.

- It's bad for me.
- Two sugars is bad. The creamer is bad.

- Like you care!
- That's it!

Hey, about the other day,
I should've given you a heads-up.

- It's okay.
- No. It's not.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too, Korsak.

Rizzoli.

Where?

Okay. Page Frost.

I gotta go. They found another victim.

His name's John Ghent.

His wife Karenna's missing.

No sign of a teacup.
You know what that means.

Yeah. He didn't need a warning device
because he had an accomplice.

Hoyt.

Jane.

You better come see this.

Hey, all I know is I got a delivery
for a Detective, uh, Rizzoli.

That's me.

Don't worry about that.
Now let me see some form of ID.

Hoyt.
Then who's Henry Deduboto?

Ted Bundy.

That's five letters too many
for that anagram.

How do you do that?
Fine, Theodore Bundy.

He was fascinated with necrophilia.
Just like the apprentice.

I bet that's why Gail Yeager's body
was laid out like his lover.

So he could visit.
Anytime he wanted.

But we found her.

So he had to kill again.
This time with Hoyt.

My guess is Karenna Ghent
is his new girlfriend.

Frost?

Where?

Keep it off the radio. Take his phone.

Hide your car. All right?
I'm on my way.

You are not gonna like
what we're about to do.

Only call he made was to 911.
Dispatch put it straight through to me.

Good.
What was he doing way out here?

Looking for Indian arrowheads.

Native American.

The Wampanoag Tribe was the last
to inhabit the area.

Also known as the Massachusett.

Get him to a uniform. Take him
downtown, hold him as long as you can.

Call Korsak. Get him out here.
Tell him the plan.

- I'm on it.
What plan?

We're gonna surveil this body.

- What, you...? You mean, leave her here?
- Yes.

- I said you wouldn't like it. Let's go.
- No. I'm calling my team.

Maura, they weren't expecting anyone to
find this body. Look where she's hidden.

Okay, hear me out.
We get the hell out of here.

We put both the park entrances
under surveillance.

What makes you think
Hoyt isn't watching you now?

He might be.
I am willing to take that gamble.

What, by leaving this body here
in hopes that they'll return? No.

No, every second she stays here,
more forensic evidence is lost.

Maura, please.

The faster we get out of here, the better
chance of not being discovered.

Okay? Because if we don't do this,
we got nothing.

If we take this body back now,
all we'll find out is:

"Yup, she's dead,"
and, "They killed her."

Please.

Do this for me.

- You still got the north entrance, Frost?
Affirmative.

- If you wanna sit in his car, go ahead.
- Shut up.

- Excuse me?
- Not you.

They're coming at night,
so keep your eyes peeled.

Roger that.

- What is the smell?
- What smell?

You know what smell.
There's an animal in here.

- Ah, something licked me. What is it?
- Oh, it's just Jo Friday.

- Ew, he's filthy.
- She.

- Jo?
- Jo, like Josephine.

Found her by the side of the road
this morning.

- Hey, you sneezed.
- I told you, I'm allergic.

Korsak, it's either him or me.

What...? Please don't.

- Hey, what about him?
- Her.

She stays. I gotta pee.

You gotta be kidding me.

Nice doggy.

My God, what have you been in?
You gotta go. You gotta go.

Oh. Ugh.

"Later that same day..." Come on.

Korsak?

Hey.

Korsak?

Korsak? Come on.

Stay down! Stay
and put your hands on your head now!

It's me.

What the hell are you doing here?

I was chasing Hoyt.

What do you mean, chasing Hoyt?
How'd you even know he was here?

Rizzoli.
- Korsak?

Hello. Little help over here.

Officer down.

- Officer down.
Korsak.

Officer...
- Hang on. Hey.

- Hey.
- What are you...?

- Officer down. Officer down.
Give me that.

What's your location?
On the other side of the creek.

- He snuck up on me.
- Okay. Okay.

- Are they coming?
- Yes, they're coming.

- Okay. Okay. It's gonna be fine.
I'm sorry.

Let's go.
Push the ambulance here. Quick.

Guess where I've been.

- How's Korsak?
- Fine.

No, he's not fi... He'll be fine.

- You told Dean where we were, didn't you?
- I did.

- Without telling me?
- I'm sorry.

Really? You're sorry? Because I
treated a senior federal agent like a perp.

- I tackled him, Maura. In a creek.
- Well, that's unfortunate.

But there's a fine line
between courage and stupidity.

Yeah, a fine, thin blue line.

Thank you. What? You have a turtle.

- Tortoise.
- Whatever.

Well, at least give her a bath.

Did you actually tackle him?
- Yes, like a linebacker.

- Very professional.
- That's... Wow.

You've very brave.

No. I'm simply tired of being afraid.

How did you get past Frost?

He didn't.

Thank you so much.

- If you're looking for an apology...
- I would know to look elsewhere.

Fine, okay, I'm sorry.

- Would you like coffee?
- Sure. That'd be great.

- Your place is really nice.
- You sound surprised.

What? Like I live in a sterile little hovel
with my dead plants and my TV dinners?

So...

...question...

...why did Hoyt come after you?

Hoyt's first victim was mine.

And in case you hadn't noticed...

...I seem to be Hoyt's favorite type:
female.

Oh, yeah, I noticed.

What happened to your hands?

Why are you so interested
in this case?

That's need-to-know.

Seriously?
You fed guys actually say that?

I bet you never even once considered
leaving the force, did you?

Sure, I did.

When Hoyt had me pinned to the floor
and a scalpel to my throat.

It's gonna be okay.

Hey!

And now there are two of them.

Hunting me down
like a pack of wolves.

- You want me to stay?
- Hmm?

No.

No.

I mean, I don't mean no, I mean, no.

- Like, no.
- Okay.

All right.

- Well, thank you for the coffee.
- Mm-hm.

All right.

Thank you.

Okay.

Good night.

"No"?

God, Ma, give it a rest.

- Oh. Have you been here all day?
- Yeah.

Oh, good.

More caffeine.

Uh, what's my ringtone?

- Nice and upbeat.
- Ha, ha.

- You should talk to your mom.
- She's mad at me.

I won't come home
and sleep in my pink canopy bed.

- Mm, I always wanted a pink canopy.
- I wanted a horse.

Please don't tell me that you
always wanted to dissect dead people.

Okay, I won't.

I have to go to the forensics lab
at Quantico tomorrow.

In the middle of this?

It's connected to this.

Right. Yeah. Here we go again.

Why are you part
of the need-to-know loop, and...?

He's trying to kill me.

Jane, this case is a lot bigger...

...and it's far more complicated
than we thought.

- I want to tell you.
- Great. Fill me in.

I've been ordered not to.
It involves national security.

Are you kidding me?

Jane. Jane.

Jane, where are you going?

I'm sorry.
Am I being a little too loud for you?

Do you ever relax?

No, I don't ever relax.
And you know what else?

I've had it up to here
with your need-to-know bullshit.

- Oh.
- I've heard bullshit before.

Senator Sam Conway, chairman
of the Armed Services Committee.

Detective Rizzoli.

Sit down.

- Where is this?
- Kabul, Afghanistan.

It looks like Hoyt's work.

A war zone is a serial killer's paradise.

Our apprentice is a soldier?

When we started investigating these,
they looked like war crimes.

- So...
- So you withheld crucial information...

...so you could watch dumb cops
run in circles?

You can blame me for that.

It's a very sensitive investigation.

We believe
the apprentice finished his tours...

...came to Boston to find Hoyt.

- So they could kill together.
- That's what it looks like.

What...? Wait, no.

If our apprentice was a soldier,
we'd have gotten a hit...

...on his fingerprints or his DNA
in the military database.

We didn't get a hit.

- You ever heard of sheep dipping?
- No.

That's when the CIA borrows a soldier
for a black-ops mission.

Green Berets were sheep-dipped.
Their identities wiped from databases...

...so they wouldn't be recognized
as American military.

So you think our apprentice
was a Green Beret working for the CIA?

Yes.

We train our men to be killers,
and we're surprised when they are.

I hate that he's a soldier.

No, that's it.

- That's the connection.
- What?

It wasn't in the file.

Hoyt used an assumed name...

...to get into a combat medic
training program at Fort Stewart.

That has to be where they met, right?

Yeah, that's worth a shot.
Let's fly to Fort Stewart.

And cross-reference Hoyt's records.
We'll nail both these sons of bitches.

Uh, did you eat dinner?

I can't remember.

Well, are you hungry for food?

- Um...
- Agent Dean?

- Excuse me.
- Yeah.

- What is it, Maura?
Jane.

- I'm in your apartment.
- Why?

Jane, they've been in here.

I'll be right there.

- Yeah?
Jane, you were right.

Called in a favor,
got records from Fort Stewart.

Our apprentice
is Special Forces officer John Stark...

... 32. He did three tours...

...in Afghanistan
as part of a direct action force.

What unit was he assigned to?

Six-one-eight, medical care specialists.

Oh, my God, that's the same as Hoyt.

Stark lives at 400 Chestnut Hill Square.
I'm already sending units.

Okay, uh, I'll get there as soon as I can.

Detective Rizzoli.
- Yeah.

Dr. Isles asked if you'd ID the body.

- What body?
- Sorry, thought you knew.

Dr. Isles said it was your neighbor.
Young female, 20s.

Marisa?

Oh, God, no.

No, come on. No, no.

Hello, Jane.

So nice to see you.

You looking for this?

You know, your problem...

...is that your heart...

...rules your head.

Where's your little helper?

He's getting ready for our final game.

And I'm so happy
to finish what we started.

Take a look.

Oh, Jane.

You miss me?

What the?

Dr. Hoyt?

Come on. Charge, damn it.

Charge.

Dr. Hoyt.

Dr. Hoyt.

Dr. Hoyt?

We match.

Hey.

Heard you got second-degree burns.

- Yeah, flares are hot.
- Huh. Yeah.

Stark was a decorated soldier.
Makes me sick.

Hoyt kills three people...

...so Stark can waltz in
and hide him in a body bag.

Hmm.

You gotta be hungry now.

So?

I just wanna go home.

Yeah.

Okay.

- I'll see you.
- Yeah, see you.

Thank you, though.

Sure.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I wanted you to see for yourself
what extraordinary creatures these are.

Uh, thanks.

I thought you might need some help
cleaning up.

Yeah.

All right, um...

Let me get you some work clothes.

These are my work clothes.

- Ha, ha.
- What? You don't like?

- Oh. They're kind of cute when they're small.
- I told you.

So where do you want me to start?

Come on.

- What?
- Let's go get a bloody mary.

We always said that we need to do
something outside of a crime scene.

This is a crime scene.

Let's go.

Oh. Great. Heh.

Uh, but dressed like that?

- These are my going-out clothes.
- Oh.

Come on.

Keep going. Go on, go on.