Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 1, Episode 8 - I'm Your Boogie Man - full transcript

Hey, Jane.

Oh, it's okay, baby.

Wake up, baby.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Body temp is low.

- He's been sitting here for a while.
- That's today's paper.

What was he reading, the stock pages?
He slit his own throat?

There's something very odd
about the edges of the wound.

The whole thing's odd.
There's no blood.



There's no sign of struggle.

What? Death by a sharp nap?

Darkening of the nasojugal fold indicates
fatigue and vitamin deficiencies.

- Really?
- Hey, you.

You have dark circles under your eyes.

- Are you not sleeping again?
- Thank you, you look nice too.

- Morning, partner.
- Hey.

What do you got? James Stern.

James Stern?
Why do I know that name?

- James Stern?
- You know, I do too.

I think he was a missing person?

- I'll run him.
- Okay.

Having nightmares again?

Yeah, I dreamed I showed up
to work in my underwear.



- Anxiety.
- You think?

Yes, I have this reoccurring dream
that I have this biochemistry final...

...and I haven't studied.

Really? Stop.

It's terrifying. I can't take any more.

You're right. James Stern and his wife,
Emily, vanished two years ago.

There was history
of domestic violence.

He was the suspect
in her disappearance.

Theory was he murdered her,
hid her body, and fled.

That's right. It looks like karma
finally caught up to him.

Sanskrit word.

You know,
a cycle of cause and effect.

I think it originated
in the Shramana tradition.

- Do you have to do that?
- Do what?

That. That word thing you do.

- Etymology?
- You can't stop, can you?

- Not really.
- Hey, Jane?

- Yeah?
- Busy later?

What, you mean after my relaxing day
in the park? No. What do you got?

I need to talk to you
about Mom and Dad.

- Sure, Frankie.
- All right?

I'll see you later.
Maura, see you at the autopsy.

I think Mom is saving up to leave Dad.

Because she's selling
anti-aging lychee potion?

- Come on.
- She's got a job.

Have you ever seen her work?

Frankie, she works all the time.

Out of the home?

Janie, she got her hair highlighted.
This is serious.

Heh. She's a person.
She's allowed to have her life.

- Without Dad?
- God, I hope not, but that's up to her.

Why don't you focus
on your own life?

- Maybe it's time you learn to cook.
- I can cook.

Toast and boiled water doesn't count.

- I do more than toast and boiled water.
- Anything else?

Oh, so many things. Ha, ha.

I would love a long vacation,
for starters.

Ha, ha. How about you?

- New car, maybe?
- How did you guess?

American Mustang would be good.

I love that.

I grew up in Detroit,
and my dad worked an assembly line.

Really? Our dad's a plumber.

Go figure.

Um, I'm Frankie. This is my sister, Jane.

I'm Lola.

Nice to meet you, Lola. Hi.

- Yes, I would love some more coffee.
- Oh.

Thank you.

Hmm.

What?

Oh!

Hey, doc.

Guy's not exactly husband
of the year.

Beat the crap out of her.

Put her in the hospital a couple times.

- Cold heart.
- No kidding.

No, his actual heart.

It's frozen.

So is his right lung.

- What does that mean?
- He wasn't killed recently.

He was in cold storage.

So he's been in a freezer.

Or possibly a meat locker.

I've stored bodies for months.

Unidentified bodies in 10 degrees
without a sign of decomposition.

However, you still get freezer burn
and discoloration, like his toes.

How long has he been dead?

- Well, how long has he been missing?
- Two years.

It's possible.

Ah. Oh, God.

Doc, what's this?

Adhesive residue.

- From what?
- Duct tape.

His wrists were taped together.

Blanched indentations,
his mouth was also taped.

Did the killer use a scalpel?

I have to find Jane.

The body was frozen
within hours of the murder.

Left undisturbed for two years.
Then thawed enough...

...to be able to move his limbs
to redress him in a suit...

...and pose him on that park bench.

It's Hoyt.

He's doing this from behind bars.

He killed James Stern and Emily.

If they've been missing two years,
he killed them, what?

What? Six months before he came
after me the second time?

And then somebody stored the body
for him and then just, you know...

...dumped it right in front of my face.

I haven't had time to confirm
this is Hoyt's work.

It's him. It's him, Maura.

Um...

...I wasn't gonna say anything...

...because, personally, I thought
somebody was screwing with me.

This was left in front
of my building last night.

A flare? Oh, Jane.

I'm gonna call Frost.

We're gonna get patrol officers here
and you are gonna get some sleep.

Yeah, well,
not until the cavalry gets here, okay?

I'll stay.

What are you gonna do? Hit him
over his head with your Birkin bag?

Come on.

- Give me that.
- No, it's loaded.

- I'll stay up.
- It's loaded, no.

Magazine capacity, 15.

Trigger pull, 2.5 kilograms.

Line of sight, 153 millimeters.

Have you ever shot one?

Um...

- No, no.
- No. Ha, ha.

But I'm a fast learner.

Okay.

Um...

It's empty.

Okay, point it.

Um, wrap your left hand like this:
Okay, now, push and pull.

Loosen up, there you go.
Push and pull.

The same amount of force.

- Okay?
- Okay.

- Good enough?
- Yeah.

You look good. Ha, ha.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Okay.
- You're laughing at me.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- It's loaded.
- Okay.

I'm only doing this because I'm tired.

Okay, point it that way. Good.

All right, now, don't shoot my neighbors
because I'd hate to have to lock you up.

- Jane?
- Yeah?

Do I look bad-ass?

- Yeah, you look like a bad-ass.
- Okay.

The Sterns disappeared
from their apartment in Charlestown.

You checked every Jane Doe
in the last two years?

Maybe we found Emily Stern
and we didn't know it.

No. No, there's nothing.

Her body is still out there.

If we could just find it,
there could be some kind of a clue.

It's me, put your gun down, Frost.

Shh! Jane's finally sleeping.

Are you having
a private little strategy meeting here?

Think I wouldn't find out about Hoyt?

Don't come in yelling at me.
I was gonna call you.

- Like hell.
- Lower your voices.

- Jane was my partner.
- She was your partner.

- Who do you think you are? Oh, yeah?
- Her partner.

Shut up!

Her life is in danger again...

...from a serial-killer sociopath
who's calling shots from prison...

...and you're comparing
the size of your penises?

- Hey, hey.
- Doc, hey.

Okay. Shake on it.

What? You heard me.

Shake.

That's better.

Now we can all go back to work.

Are you okay?

It's very distracting
to work in a wrinkled dress.

- So go home and change.
- No, no, I'm not leaving you.

But I have bad news.

Oh. And the day started off so promising.

The crime lab didn't find anything
on the flare. No DNA, no prints.

Ah. I'm not surprised. I mean,
why would Hoyt make it easy on us?

So much more fun
to terrify the snot out of me.

Jane?

- Hi.
- Hi.

- What are you doing here?
- Looking for you.

You're back because Hoyt's back.

I'm back to make sure you're okay.

Can I, uh...

...buy you a cup of coffee?

Uh...

Uh, yeah. Yeah.

- So how you doing? You okay?
- No.

But you know,
that's what Hoyt wants.

We have the entire Boston bureau
working this case.

I appreciate the FBI's help.

You know, he's got someone working
with him again on the outside.

Well, he is in solitary.

All it takes is an hour
on the prison yard...

...to pass something
or get something.

Been listening to his calls, tracking
communication, but so far, nothing.

You're not gonna find anything.
He's smart enough to get rid of it.

You can go the entire way.

I'm sorry,
I should ask how you've been.

Good.

Busy.

- Two missions in Afghanistan.
- Wow.

It's good to see you.

Wish it wasn't because of Hoyt.

Well, it sucks that all we have
in common is a serial killer. Ha, ha.

So far.

You have really lousy timing.

Thanks.

You look...

God, you look great.

Gee, thanks.

My beauty regimen is quite simple.
I just stay up all night...

...and keep Hoyt
from slitting my throat.

- It's working for you.
- Ha, ha.

Nice. It's Maura.

You wanna come to the autopsy?

That sounds lovely.

- Can that be our first date?
- Ha, ha.

That's an offer I've never had before.

Well, we never did have dinner.

I don't usually eat at autopsies,
so maybe after.

- Gonna hold you to that.
- Come on, this will be romantic.

Hoyt didn't know his victims.

But there's something very personal
about the way he chooses to kill.

Transecting a carotid artery
means that a healthy male like this...

...could take up to six minutes
to bleed out.

In front of his wife, Emily.

It's the ultimate way to control.

Kill somebody you love in front of you.

And he always went after couples,
until me.

You were probably his biggest challenge.
That's why he deviated.

He wants to create
the most extreme level of fear...

...that a human being can feel.

Yeah, and he's darn good
at doing it too, isn't he?

I hate that son of a bitch.

I really wish you would've killed him.

Wish I had.

Hoyt thinks he's in control.

- Uh, isn't he?
- No.

We show him that we're in control...

...we take what little control
he thinks he has away.

I'm gonna talk to that bastard.

- No.
- What "no"?

You're gonna tell me
how to run my cases?

I am.

In my office, detective.

I know Charles Hoyt
better than anybody.

I know his psyche, I know his M.O.

You are not the lead investigator.
You sit on your hands, you hear me?

I caught him, okay?

Twice. I caught him.

That's the problem. We're going to trial
for four cases of first-degree murder.

That son of a bitch killed nine people
that we know of.

He stabbed your old partner,
and he tried to kill you twice.

Exactly why I'm staying on the case.

Don't interrupt me.

That's why you're not.

Hoyt made you a victim.

You're not a cop right now,
and you better face that.

Here we are again, Jane.

Hoyt, get down on the bed now.

Going on a little field trip, Hoyt.

I smell lavender and fear.

Hello, Mr. Hoyt.

Dr. Isles.

You must be very proud of yourself.

That's a play I didn't see.

Yeah, that was the idea.

And Agent Dean.

What brings you here?

The same thing that brings me?

Jane.

Mr. Hoyt.

I usually ask people
to address me as "doctor."

- I nearly completed medical school.
- That's why you're so precise...

...when you sever the carotid arteries
of your victims.

Well, I've always been quite deft
with a scalpel.

Where is Emily Stern's body?

Hold him down in that chair.

You gonna show me your technique?

Fifty-fifty cotton-polyester-blend
fabric...

...shows every wrinkle
after a lot of use.

- Ah.
- I thought I saw something.

I can't.

Cavanaugh ordered to keep you out.

Come on, this is torture
not being able to help, Vince.

I won't do anything, I promise, okay?
Please.

It was my fault.
I should've been there.

You didn't know,
and I shouldn't have gone alone.

You went alone because
I made it hard to ask, it's on me.

Don't you dare say that, all right?
You saved my life.

So why aren't we partners anymore?

Because you saw me like that.

So what? It didn't change anything.

Yes, it does.

How could you possibly think
that I have your back?

How could you go into a situation...

...with me as your partner
after seeing me like this? This broken?

It's...

Now, you...

You listen to me.

He didn't break you.

No one can break Jane Rizzoli
unless you let them.

It's a choice.

I'm assuming it's for your research.

You assume correctly.

Facial action coding system.

Do you think you're gonna dissect
my facial expressions?

Ah, yes.

Where is Emily Stern?

Oh, not far. Not far.

Yeah, she cried
when I slit her husband's throat.

But why now?

Why have whomever
is working for you...

...pull James Stern's body
out of cold storage now?

What's this?

Anger.

And this?

Empathy.

Something you don't feel.

I can mimic any emotion, doctor.

Pretty good, huh?

Will you tell me
where Emily Stern's body is?

No.

But it's not far.

Will you tell me
if you plan to hurt Jane?

Oh, I do.

I plan to kill her.

Psychically kill her.

And keep her alive...

...until I get out of here
and finish her with my hands.

I want to feel her blood
covering my hands.

I do.

You'll never get out of here.

Oh, yes, I will.

Don't worry, doctor.
I'm not gonna kill you.

No.

Rape you, maybe.

But kill you? No.

You're clearly trying to frighten me.

I am.

I'm not afraid of you.

I know.

Because you're like me.

Hey.

Why Cavanaugh agree
to let us move Hoyt here?

Convinced him it was safer
if we moved Hoyt to our lockdown.

Federal prison's too porous.
Can't keep out dope and weapons.

Hell, Hoyt was able to get
a picture of Jane.

- Jane's gonna want to talk to Hoyt.
- I can't stop her.

And neither can you.

Don't you even think
about talking to Cavanaugh.

Why did she request a new one?

You mean why are you her partner now
and not me?

Ha. I wish I knew.

What happened down there?

I'm not gonna move you.
You're all right.

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

I'm sorry, man.

I had no idea.

I try not to think about it.

Oh, yes, I will.

Yeah.

But don't worry, doctor.

I won't kill you.

Rape you, maybe.

This is the face of violence, anger.

Who knew?

What's interesting
is his primitive brain telegraphs...

...the appropriate emotions
through his facial muscles...

...which is why this threw me.

Will you tell me
if you plan to hurt Jane?

Oh, I do.

I plan to kill her.

Psychically kill her.

And keep her alive until I get out of here
and I can finish her with my hands.

See, if he was fabricating this,
I'd expect to see asymmetry in his face.

Which means what?

He's telling the truth.

He's not planning
to harm you right now.

Oh, no, well, why would I think that?

With the stalker photos and the dead guy
pulled out of the freezer after two years?

We know this because
his facial expression isn't crooked?

Jane.

She's trying to help.

I'm sorry. I'm being a jerk.

I'm not afraid of you.

Because you're like me.

Hey, um, can you go ask Frost and Korsak
if they've got anything yet?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

You okay?

Come on, Maura, talk to me.

He's a freak. Okay?
He gets to everybody.

I did a...

I did a lot of research
into his background, his childhood.

Maybe he's not wrong.

What are you talking about?

Maybe I am a little bit like him.

You are nothing like him.

I don't... I don't know, Jane.

I was a weird kid.

Were you killing small animals?

- No, but I dissected a lot of frogs.
- No, that's different.

I just started to think about...

...things that I never really thought
about before.

Here it comes.

There are bodies buried
in your basement.

I spent a lot of time alone.

You know, I was adopted,
and my father was a professor...

...and my mother,
she came from a wealthy family.

I was an only child.

I realized something
when I was reading about Hoyt that...

It just never occurred to me before.

There was a lot of benign neglect.

It's not that they didn't love me.

It's just that I didn't ask for much.

I don't think I really knew how.

And the less that I would ask for,
the less time that they had for me.

They were just very involved
in their own lives...

...and into each other and...

They sent me to boarding school
when I was 10.

I actually think that I sent away
for the brochure myself.

Which they were delighted.

Oh, I just...

I was really lost.

Come here.

No matter what happened to you,
you are nothing like that monster.

Okay?

Yeah, you're a little antisocial maybe,
a little goofy.

But that's not the same thing.

Okay?

Man, we're a pair.

Thank you.

Hey, Jane? We got two units assigned
to your apartment at all times.

- Friends of mine volunteered.
- Tell them I said thanks.

Sure.

Maura, what is Frankie's face doing?

Movement of the outer orbicularis
oculi pars lateralis.

- He's happy.
- Ha, ha. What?

I'm being hunted by a serial killer...

...and my little brother's
occipital spatula is orbiting.

- I'm sorry, Jane.
- Oh, don't be sorry.

- Frankie's got a girlfriend.
- We just met, come on.

Oh! Look, there it is. His occipital spatula...

- Look, again.
- Ha-ha-ha!

You'd be happy
if you found someone who could cook.

- She made me dinner last night.
- Oh.

Thirty-two percent of divorces are the
result of inequality in domestic chores.

Oh, Maura, come on. They just met.

What if I came over
and made you dinner tomorrow night?

Uh, no, thank you. You can't cook.

- What if I brought Lola?
- That's fast.

Come on. I think you should let him.

Yeah, let me.
Let me do something nice for you.

You're all hovering. Okay, I'm fine.

I'm fine. No.

Actually,
that's a common reaction to fear...

...as the rostral anterior
cingulate cortex activates.

A lot of people
find neurobiology fascinating.

Are they all neurobiologists?

Okay, fine.

Make grilled-cheese sandwiches
with your new girlfriend.

- She's not my girlfriend.
- Mm. Yet.

- All right.
- All right.

- Bye, I love you.
- I love you.

Look, Maura, his gluteus maximus,
it's beaming.

Oh, enough with that.

Ha, ha. What did you get?

- Aw! Look. She's cute.
- Mm-hm.

- My mother's gonna hate her.
- Ha, ha.

- It's definitely mold spores.
- All right, well, that's something.

All it tells me is that the photo paper
was stored in a moist, dark space.

- Like a basement.
- Uh-huh.

Can you isolate what kind
of mold it is, where it might be from?

Hmm. Looks like Stachybotrys chartarum.

It's a toxigenic mold.

Is it rare in Boston?

Well, it's not common.

Requires a moist environment,
maybe a flood-damaged building?

Flood damage? Can I use this?

Of course.

There was a class-action lawsuit
in Dorchester.

Five families in flood-damaged houses.

All sued the city when kids got sick
from that same mold you found.

See this neighborhood?

All five families lived right there.

You said five, but there are six
single-family buildings.

The sixth house is vacant.

Or occupied by the same person
who took Jane's picture...

...and disposed
of James Stern's body.

We wanna bet this is where
James Stern spent the last two years.

Must be a hell of a utility bill.

Gives a new meaning to "darkroom."

Hey, Korsak.

"To: Jane.

From: Charles Hoyt."

Please.

Please help me.

- I can't take any more.
- This is recent.

This is the same paper
that was on James Stern's lap.

Please.

Emily Stern is alive.

Where is she? Where's Emily?

Jane.

Not far.

You seem very frustrated.

You're not supposed to be here,
are you, on this case? Hmm?

Might jeopardize your ability
to convict me of all those murders.

Oh, you're gonna die in prison.
That's enough for me.

Oh.

Can I go back to my quaint,
little cell, then?

Yeah. As soon as we find your friend.

Until then,
we're gonna keep you here.

- So you two can't communicate.
- It's too late.

- Shut up.
- I'd show you my hands.

We match.

I should've killed you.

But you didn't.

Now, isn't that interesting?

Why didn't you, Jane? Why not?

It's not because you didn't wanna sink
to my level.

No. That's not it.

I've been wondering the same thing.
Why didn't I kill you?

I know why.

All those women
that you tortured and killed.

Why? What made you go after them?

Bad luck?

Was that with me too?

Huh? Was it my bad luck?
Is that why you came after me?

- Jane...
- No, I wanna know, I wanna know.

You get to a point where you're not
afraid. I'm not afraid of you anymore.

I wanna know.
Why did you come after me?

I love you when you're angry.

I'm gonna love you when you're dead.

Why you?

Every good boxer
fights a worthy opponent...

...or the win is meaningless.

And you, Jane...

...are the only worthy opponent
that I have ever had.

Get this animal back to his cage.

Please help me.

I remember this research
from Columbia University.

Using a series of algorithms,
you can do corneal imaging.

See, the cornea
is like a mirrored bowl.

The resolution isn't great.

Jane's right.
You are one impressive chick.

It's not much.

Yes, it is.
It's a basement in the Back Bay.

- How did you know?
- Emily's looking at a hollow sidewalk.

I can't believe I know something you
don't. It's a vault ceiling. The bricks?

There's a sidewalk built on top of it.

When Boston used coal,
carts dumped it from the street...

...through openings in the sidewalk.

So Emily Stern is in a coal cellar.

Yeah, and the only ones left
are in the Back Bay.

Help.

Please. I'm down here.

Can you hear me? I'm here.

Help me, please.

Help me. Help.

- Please, I'm down here.
- That son of a bitch.

Can you hear me? I'm down here.

Okay. Lola.

- Oh.
- Frankie brought her up.

He said it was okay.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, no. That's fine.

Are you okay?
I was making you dinner, and...

I forgot, and it's...

It has been a long, bad day.

- Do you want me to go?
- No.

You know what?

I'm just gonna leave work at work.
You should go.

Okay, just patrol outside, all right?
Okay.

- Um, where's Frankie?
- He went to grab some beers.

Oh, fantastic.

- Uh, what are you making?
- I think it needs a little more salt.

Let me see.

Mm, mm.

Oh, that's delicious.

I really like to cook.

If it doesn't work out
with you and Frankie...

...you can still come here
and cook any time. Ha, ha.

- Gonna go change.
- Dinner will be ready soon.

Okay, thank you. Okay.

- Frankie.
- Sit down.

- Where's Jane?
- Went home.

- Frankie's girlfriend's cooking dinner.
- What's up?

I wanna show you this.

Okay, look at this.

Isn't this strange?

- Looks like cheek and chin work.
- Had her nose done.

Only thing you can't change
is the space between your eyes.

She had plastic surgery.

Put these on.

Do it.

He killed your husband,
didn't he, Emily?

It's not the kind of relationship
someone like you could understand.

- Aah!
- I want you two to be able to say goodbye.

Why would a kidnapped victim living
in a basement get her face worked on?

She didn't want to be recognized?

- Frost, can you scan this?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay.

Getting it. Okay, got it.

All right,
now let's compare these three.

It's the same woman.

Oh, my God. Jane.

- She thinks that she's in control.
- She is.

No, we have to make her believe
that she's not.

Shut up, both of you.

- He doesn't love you.
- He did.

- Enough to get him here.
- I mean Hoyt.

He loves me.

No, he doesn't.

He wants you dead.

That's not what he told you to do,
is it, Emily?

He told you not to kill me, didn't he?

Emily's dead.

And you will be too.

Hoyt wants me alive.

And he wants that
because he wants me all to himself.

Don't you get it?

Hoyt doesn't love you.

He used you to get to me.

- You're gonna watch your brother die.
- Emily, wait.

Frankie. Frankie, stop!

Shoot her!

Put it down.

Put it down. Put it down. Put it down.

Frankie, put it down.

Okay, okay, okay.

You okay? Huh?

You all right?

We'll take the rest to go. Thank you.

Thank you.

You want me to take you home?

That's... What...

I mean, it was full-on
Stockholm syndrome, wasn't it?

Look.

Emily Stern never stood a chance
against Hoyt.

She was an abused wife.

She watched Hoyt kill her husband
then slowly came apart.

He kept her in that basement
for six months.

Beat her, rewarded her,
beat her again.

Frankie, I mean,
I never meant to involve him.

You didn't. Hoyt did.

Can we not talk about Hoyt anymore?

Yeah.

I wish that I didn't
associate you with Hoyt.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Well, you know, that can change.

Yeah. Yeah, it could.

I mean, it probably would.

That sounds ominous.

Let's just say we did this, okay?

We went to the movies.

Read the Sunday paper together.

That all sounds great to me.

And then you would...

...ask me where I was going...

...and what case was I working on
and did I have backup and...

Yeah. I would.

And you would worry.

I'm not ready for that.

I'm not ready for someone like you.

Okay.

I'm gonna go.

Not as far as Afghanistan, but...

Okay.

All right.

I'll see you around.

Here we are again, Jane.