Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 1, Episode 10 - When the Gun Goes Bang, Bang, Bang - full transcript

- What are you doing?
- Caught me.

I was eating into the profits.

I told you to leave the load,
pick it up in two hours.

- Sorry. I'm on my way.
- Wait.

- Boss wants to meet you first.
- Sure.

Come on.

Get on your knees.

Don't. Please.

- I can forget about it.
- Put your hands up.

Boss wants to see if you can catch.

Somebody's here.



Maura,
you're staring at Chuck's biceps.

I am. Females are wired to be attracted
to the strongest, most dominant males.

It's natural selection at work.

You're making me uncomfortable.
Stop.

What? I'm just appreciating
his sternocleidomastoid.

Excuse me.

You have beautifully developed
musculature.

- What, am I embarrassing you?
- Oh, no, not at all.

Why don't you tell him
he's got a nice ass too?

And a wonderfully proportioned
gluteus maximus.

I am never working out
with you again.

Where are you going?
That was only 20 minutes.

Oh. Bass is ill. He won't even eat
any organic spinach.

I've gotta check on him.



- You brought your turtle to work?
- Tortoise.

I couldn't get his usual caregiver.

- Rizzoli.
- Hey, it's Murray.

Hey, Murray. What's up?

I can't find your parents
about the head count.

I figure they must be at church.

- Head count for what?
- Surprise party.

- Surprise party? For who?
- Whom.

Shh.

- What are you talking about?
- Oh, I thought you knew.

Sorry, didn't mean to bother you.

Too late, I'm bothered.

- Frankie?
- What?

Hey.

You know anything about Ma and Pop
throwing a surprise party today?

- Oh, no.
- "Oh, no" is right.

- What is this?
- Cups. You wanted cups.

Why can't you ever do what I ask?

They were 70 percent off, Ang.

I wanted the toile ones
with the blue-and-green pattern.

It's a cup. It's a cup. You put something
in it. What is it? It's nothing.

- I think they wanted to surprise you.
- Yeah.

Surprise.

- I couldn't reach you.
- What are you doing?

We're gonna have a get-together...

...and I was gonna call you
the minute we were set up.

Really? Pop, you wanna, uh, spit it out?

Uh, ask your mother.

- He's coming home?
- He's getting out today.

Bus gets in at 2:00.

- He's getting out early?
- For good behavior.

Oh. Too bad he can't behave
unless he's behind bars.

Don't say that about your brother.

He made a mistake.
He served his time.

- Everybody makes mistakes.
- Running a priest down in a crosswalk...

...on your third DUI conviction
is not a mistake.

Father Crowley has forgiven him.
Why can't you?

You're throwing him a party in a bar,
Mom. Are you crazy?

Technically, we're a bar and grill.

And we're only serving soda pop.

- I thought that was just till the cake.
- Murray.

What makes you think
he's gonna make it out here?

- Easy. Take it easy.
- She's right. You have to have a plan.

He comes back, he works for me.

Oh. And he sleeps in his bunk bed,
and plays with his toy soldiers.

That ought to straighten him right out.

That's my son and it's your brother.

Look, if you and Frankie
don't wanna come, don't.

- Fine. Not coming.
- Me either.

- You're gonna turn your back on family?
- Come on.

Ma, Ma, we're both cops.
You can't expect us to do this.

Rizzoli.

What?

- What?
- No. Okay.

- What happened?
- We got a cop shot.

Danny Clark. Drug Control Unit.

He was in my class at the academy.

- Wife, two kids.
- Knew his father.

Knew Danny since he was this tall.
It's a damn shame.

One shot to the head.

- Looks like a large-caliber firearm.
- It's a.45 caliber.

Abrasions on his sternum.

There's some hairs missing.

There's a piece of tape. Hey, Joe,
uh, photograph this, mark it and bag it.

- He was wearing a wire.
- He was working for us.

- Homicide?
- Yeah.

- Since when?
- I sent him under to get information...

...about the two dead truckers
you were working.

- My case? Without telling me?
- My decision.

Everyone fall in over here.

Let's go.

I want every cop and detective
down here working the streets on this.

Get everyone from headquarters.
The only cop I want there...

...is manning the front desk
until further notice.

You! You! If you kept us together
on this, Danny wouldn't be dead.

- Bob, come on. Easy. Get off. Easy.
- Wouldn't be dead.

Hey. You better have a good reason
for sending him in alone.

- Good reason.
- Bobby.

- Look, I need you, Rizzoli.
- Yes, sir.

I want you to interview Bobby.
He may not even know what he knows.

You're the best at this.
Take him to headquarters.

I can interview him here.

- No, no. Get him out of here.
- Yes, sir.

I know. I know.

- Jane.
- Yeah.

That's the only thing
I found in his pockets.

I'll bag it and get it to Evidence.

AII, right, you wanna? Hey, man.
Come on. Come on. Let's go.

Okay?

- What a Sunday.
- What? No, no, no. Twenty's overkill.

You're only a jerk
if you don't leave anything. Here.

God, when was that made?
November?

Marino wants a cup of coffee.
There's none upstairs.

- Guy's a wreck.
- I tried everything.

British strawberries, fennel, bok choy.

Are we in the same conversation?

Sorry. I was talking about Bass.

- You're obsessing over your turtle again?
- Tortoise.

He likes salt in his coffee?

Oh. Damn it.

You know, when people lock their keys
in their car or sprain an ankle...

...it indicates that something significant
is bothering them.

Yeah, a cop was murdered.

Yeah, but that's not why
you're salting your coffee.

It's my brother Tommy.

- I've always wondered about him.
- Well, Frankie and I became cops...

...and Tommy went to prison
for hitting a priest in a crosswalk.

Oh.

It's his third strike
when driving under the influence.

- Your poor parents.
- And they keep saying...

...if the priest that he hit
has forgiven him, then why can't we?

This isn't about forgiveness.
You know, Tommy is really troubled.

And the more they deny it,
the more he screws up.

- You really care about him.
- I just think that we need to face reality.

Tommy needs help. This isn't like
he broke his leg and it'll heal.

- I'm really sorry.
- Thank you.

Don't worry about it. We got too much
to do today to worry about Tommy.

- Wish you were out there?
- Yeah.

We'll get the shooter.

I'll call you
as soon as I get the results.

All right.

Oh. I gotta log this into evidence.

I gotta take this to Marino.

- See you later.
- Jane.

Yeah?

If you wanna talk about your brother
or just avoid the subject, I'm here.

I know.

According to Danny's notes,
you guys were making inroads...

...into the trucker homicides.

Why did you stop working the case?

Uh, Cavanaugh pulled me off the murders.

I went back to working drugs
in Charlestown.

Well, then there's nothing.

Do you know what Danny
was doing for Cavanaugh?

Beats me.

Got real secretive all of sudden.

You guys were partners.
Why would he shut you out?

We were partners for nine years.

- Danny was the best.
- I know.

But...

You worked drugs.
You know what it's like.

All that money, just...

Well, I knew Danny too, Bobby.
What are you trying to say?

Hey. Help me out here.

I think Danny was dirty.

- Jane.
- Yeah?

Officers brought in a woman arrested
outside the warehouse last night.

- What? Where Danny was shot?
- Yep. They grabbed her for crack.

She says that she can
give up the shooter.

- If we broom her case?
- Yeah.

She's waiting in the interview room.

Okay.

- Mind if I go talk to her?
- Yeah. Yeah.

I'll be right back. Thanks.

Did you see his face?

I'm not saying anything
until I know that I'm not doing time.

Withhold information
about the murder of a Boston cop...

...and you're going back,
no trial, no nothing.

You'll be eating dinner in jail.

He was a cop?
I didn't know that he was a cop.

This is bad. This is really bad.
This is so bad.

Sit down. You're not going anywhere.

- Did you see his face?
- Yeah.

I did. Both of them.
They're really bad guys.

They're bad guys.
They're gonna come here and kill me.

- Can you pick them out?
- Yeah.

But I don't know what to do.
What am I supposed to do?

- What am I supposed to do?
- Okay. Listen to me.

If they were willing to shoot a cop,
they won't think twice about killing you.

Okay, thanks. I'll let him know.

- What can I do for you?
- My vehicle got towed.

- How do I get it back?
- You have to go over to division.

Get his weapon.

Set up the cell-phone jammer.
Kill the power.

Go to the roof.
Take out the antenna and junction box.

Keep eyes on the streets.
Cover the back exit by the morgue.

You come with me.
We don't have much time.

- Oh, my... They're here.
- What? No.

- I told you. I told you they were coming.
- It's a power failure.

Everybody meet at the loading docks
in 10 minutes. Go.

Jimmy, the power's out.

Get his weapon.

Let's go.

Shoot.

Bass.

Just the power's out, okay?

Okay, buddy?
But I still need you to eat something.

All right, sweetie? Here we go.
Come on, sweetie.

There. Quick. Quick.

Might be in the evidence locker.

Hit it.

Where is it? I don't see it.

Damn it! It's gotta be here.

It's not here. Let's go.

- They know I'm here. I gotta get out of here.
- Shh.

I gotta get out of here.
I gotta get out of here right now.

My gun.

Go. Go to that door. Go. Go.

- I gotta get out of here. Come on.
- Shh!

I gotta get out of here.

Shh. Go up. Go up.
Up, up, up. Keep going.

- Right there. Go in the corner. Yeah. Shh.
- I saw them.

- Don't leave me. Don't leave me.
- Okay.

Okay.

I gotta go back down there
and help them, okay? I will be right back.

You're safer here.

Don't leave me.

Don't leave me.

No! No!

- Are you okay? You all right?
- Yeah.

She's dead.

- Got here a second too late.
- Not for me. Thank you.

- Can you walk?
- Yeah.

But we can't get out of here.
They're watching all the exits.

- Who are they?
- I don't know.

I told her I could protect her.

If they were here to kill a witness,
why aren't they gone?

What did she say?

Yeah.
She said she saw Danny's shooter.

Said she could ID him.

- You get a name?
- No, nothing.

They ripped apart
all the desks in the squad room.

- What are they looking for?
- I don't know.

- Hey, uh, that walkie, is it working?
- Only Channel 12.

All of Homicide is out of range.

What do you think?

- I gotta find Maura, get her out of here.
- Jane.

Uh...

Jane.

Frankie?

Almost there. Maura.

- Maura.
- It's Jane. It's Jane.

Jane. I was hiding.

There are men...
There are men shooting in here.

- Yeah. Both of them have been shot.
- I'm fine. Take care of him.

- What happened?
- He's been hit twice.

- My vest stopped them.
- Get him up here.

The table? Already? Really?
The dead-person table?

- Oh, God. Oh!
- Be careful. Careful, careful-.

Keep this, okay? And watch the doors.
I'm gonna stay with Frankie.

- Take his shirt off. His shirt.
- Okay.

What is going on? Phones don't work.
There are men shooting here.

I know, I know.

I think we're trapped in here.

- What about that?
- That's only for homicide cops...

...and no one's in range.
- They're at the warehouse.

- Okay. Lift his shirt up.
- Okay. Okay.

I think I got the wind
knocked out of me. That's all.

You sure did.

Hand us that binder.
The binder on the desk.

- We need to keep his head up.
- Good.

- Jane, give me your jacket.
- Okay.

Careful, okay?
We're gonna put you down.

- It's okay. It's okay.
- Got it? Okay.

ABCs.
Airway, breathing, circulation.

I should've taken
an emergency medicine rotation.

All right. Take a deep breath.

I can't.

What are you hearing?

- Okay.
- Jane. Janie.

Yeah. Hey. It's all...
It's fine. It's fine.

It's bad, isn't it?

Massive blunt force trauma.
Caused internal bleeding.

It's worse than bad.

I want nobody near this cab
but you.

This is you.
I wanna go over it.

Jennifer, any fingerprints come up,
I wanna see them.

- Yes, sir.
- Any results, I wanna hear.

Any prints come up, let me know.

Peruvian Flake
always looks like mother of pearl.

Why'd they leave the drugs?

Killed a cop.
Something must've spooked them.

Was there a drug aspect
to your two murders?

No. The investigation showed
random shootings.

Two truckers hauling
freight from New York.

- so I don't want anybody in here
who doesn't belong.

I want you to go over this truck
from top to bottom.

Obviously,
there's a lot more to this case.

wheels checked, everything.

Why wouldn't he tell you
Danny was undercover?

I don't know.

But what do you wanna bet
my two dead truckers were muling coke?

What do you think Cavanaugh
had to do with it?

Nothing, I hope.

Let's find out.

Pull up Danny's files on the truckers.

Why does everybody always use
their birth date? Here it is.

Got their application
for commercial driver's licenses.

When did they join
the Interstate Truckers Union?

Both got their ITU cards 18 months ago,
on the same day.

Check the union-card prints.
See if either one has a criminal record.

- Didn't you check their autopsy prints?
- I did. They came up clean.

Just run the union-card prints,
would you?

- They're clean too.
- Okay.

Compare the prints from his union card
with the prints we took at the autopsy.

Can't fake your prints
when you're dead.

Look at those whorl patterns.

There is no way
those are from the same guy.

Did Danny keep their files
in his personal records?

- Right here.
- Okay, open those.

Look at this.

Our trucker has multiple arrests
for possession of Class B cocaine.

He used someone else's prints
to get his license.

Somebody pulled their records
off the system.

Somehow, Danny got a hold of them.

Call Jane. I wanna talk to Bobby.

Getting voicemail.
She's probably still interviewing him.

Let's see what Danny has
on our second dead trucker.

I need an MRI or CT scan,
an x-ray machine...

...something to check
his internal injuries.

- I was afraid of that.
- What?

Tension pneumothorax.

He's having trouble breathing.
Do something.

I'm a pathologist, I'm not a surgeon,
Jane. I could make it worse.

What is it again? Say it again.

Tension pneumothorax.
What are you doing?

Tension pneumothorax results in death
if not treated immediately.

- God.
- Jane, I'm just guessing, okay?

- I would need to confirm it.
- You don't have time to confirm it!

- Your guess is better than most doctors.
- I could be wrong.

Aggressively manage
with needle decompression to chest.

- I've never done it.
- Maura, jeez. Get a needle. Do it.

- Do it now!
- All right.

Get alcohol and a cotton ball and tape.

Okay. I got it. I got it.

Hold on, okay? Okay.

Okay.

Give me the tape.

- Okay, hold this.
- Hey, buddy. You okay?

- It's...
- Shh, shh, shh.

Yeah, you're all right.
You're all right.

The integrity of his chest wall's
been breached by a broken rib.

We gotta get him to a hospital.

There're at least three men
inside the building, maybe more outside.

- What are they carrying?
- I saw two MP5s.

No, no. No, he looks better.
He looks better.

Not for long. I think he has
a partial tear in one of his lungs.

Maybe other internal organs.

- Which means what?
- It means that he needs surgery.

- How soon?
- Now.

Hey, Ang, remember when we took
the kids to Lake Winnipesaukee?

When we took them all fishing?

Yes, and we had
the rowboat that leaked.

- Ha-ha-ha!
- Oh, yeah.

And Janie caught that largemouth bass,
you know?

She was holding it up,
she was so proud.

Oh, God,
and Tommy had to throw it back in...

...because he didn't want
that fish to die.

- Ha, ha.
- I still believe that person is inside of him.

Yeah. Me too, honey.

- Is that me?
- Yeah.

Hello? Tommy.

Oh, baby.
It's so good to hear your voice.

What? Of course you are.
We're all here waiting for you.

What's he saying, Ang?
Give me the phone.

Tommy, please. Tommy.

We are all so happy
that you're coming home.

- Give me the phone.
- Tommy.

Tommy, listen to me.

- Tommy, you come home.
- Give me that phone.

Tommy? What? Tommy, no.

No. Listen, don't do this
to your mother.

Tommy, please.

Danny and Bobby
both worked Charlestown for nine years.

Yeah. And both our dead truckers
lived in Charlestown.

- Any connection to Danny or Bobby?
- Nothing I could find.

Cavanaugh worked Charlestown.

I wanna talk to Bobby.
Try Jane again.

- Voicemail.
- Try the front desk.

Getting a recording.

I don't like it.
Come on, let's go back to headquarters.

It's okay, buddy.
We're gonna get you out of here, okay?

There's blood clotting it.

- Oh. Turn him on his side.
- What's happening?

- It's at least two floors away.
- Oh, my God.

His lung's filling up with blood.

- Well, how do we stop it?
- We can't.

We need a trauma center.
I don't have equipment.

You helped him before.

The problem is in his heart right now.

There's too much pressure
from the bleeding, his heart can't pump.

Please don't let him die, Maura.
Please.

We can't get him out of here. What can
you do right now that will help him?

I don't know. I don't know
what more I can do with what I have.

He's going to die right here on this table,
if you don't do something. Think.

- Okay. Okay.
- I'm counting on you.

You're the only one
that can save him.

It's all right, bud. It's all right.

Rizzoli's car's still here.

Where's it coming from?

On the roof.
North and south corners.

- Get to the radio.
- Why me?

On me. I'm closer to retirement.
You ready?

Go!

We're taking fire! I got shooters
on the roof of headquarters.

Get me some help down here, now!

- This is a hospital procedure.
- Okay. Just do it.

I don't have anesthetic.

It's all right, Maura.
Just do the best you can. Okay?

Frankie. This is gonna hurt, okay?

I have to drain the blood from your lung
so you can breathe.

- Oh, Maura, hurry.
- I need you to hold him down.

Okay.

- It's okay, bud. It's all right.
- Okay.

I have to insert the tube
to drain the blood.

- We trust you.
- This is painful.

Okay, all right, listen to me.
Hey, look at me.

This is gonna hurt. Okay?

But I want you to squeeze my hand
as tight as you can.

- Do it. Go.
- Okay.

- Get down!
- Shooter on the roof!

- What have we got?
- A mess is what we got.

You tell me right now
what you had to do with this.

If you're part of it, I'll kill you myself.

Who the hell you think
you're talking to?

I sent Danny in there by himself.

His murder's on me.

Okay.

We gotta get people out.

We think Rizzoli and Marino
are in there.

Dr. Isles and Frankie
are probably there.

One shooter at the rear entry
to the morgue.

- Snipers are moving into position.
- How many inside?

- We've got a visual on one. In the lobby.
- Gotta figure out how to communicate.

We're gonna go old school,
use Channel 12. Frost, give me a walkie.

- Jane never carries hers.
- Maybe we'll get lucky.

Jane, you hear me?
Jane, can you hear me?

Do you copy?

- Korsak? Is that you?
- Jane. Where are you?

- We're in the autopsy room.
- Are you okay?

We got at least two dead,
two wounded.

Marino's got a gunshot wound to the
thigh. Frankie took two to the chest.

Can you hold them off, Jane?

Not for long.
They're looking for something.

Oh, wait. They were looking
for something in the evidence lockers.

- But they didn't find whatever it was.
- Wait, you tell me this now?

I'm sorry.
I kind of had my hands full.

Jane, did you log in any evidence
from the crime scene?

Uh, only the pack of cigarettes,
but I haven't logged them in yet.

Why? What would they want
with Danny's cigarettes?

Danny doesn't smoke.
His old man died of lung cancer.

- There's something in the cigarette pack.
- Yeah, like what? Where is it?

Uh, it's right here.

Drop it.

You, drop the radio.

Jane? Jane, what's happening?

Give me the cigarettes.

You got till I count to three
or this cop is dead.

- One. Two!
- All right! They're right there.

- Don't you screw with me.
- Just stop, all right?

They're in my jacket, under his head.

Get them.

- It's all right.
- Here.

Give them to Bobby.

Smile. You're on Danny's camera.

Danny didn't know
that you were running the drug ring.

He must've suspected something.
This is why he was wearing a wire...

...and carrying a hidden camera?

He just couldn't stop digging.
That was Danny.

I wasn't planning on killing him,
but he showed up at the warehouse.

He didn't leave me any choice.

You killed the other witness too,
didn't you?

What's one less crack whore, right?

You son of a bitch.

No. I'm not a son of a bitch. Heh.

I'm a freaking hero.

Now that I got what I need, I'm gonna
sit tight and wait to be rescued.

That is, after I shoot the three of you.

I wouldn't do that, Bobby.

Bobby. It's over.

Sniper 1, you've got
a green light on that shot.

Take it.

- Get your team into the morgue.
- Team 1, move, move.

Team 3, move, move!

- Come on.
- No, no...

- It's fine.
- Jane?

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

- Tell them to hold their fire.
- Hold your fire. Hold your fire.

We got a visual, one shooter,
one hostage.

Bobby, let her go. It's over.

Can you make the shot?

- He's got her too tight.
- Bobby, please. This is over. Please!

Drop the gun, Bobby. Don't make it
worse on yourself. Let her go.

- Take out your keys.
- Please. Frankie is...

- Take out your keys!
- Shoot him!

- Just shoot him!
- Put your guns down or she's dead!

No, don't! Frankie's bleeding!
There's no time!

- Your brother's probably dead.
- No!

Jane!