Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 2, Episode 1 - We Don't Need Another Hero - full transcript

WOMAN It's the
Annual Boston Police Department...

...Salute To Heroes tonight.

Boston homicide detective
Jane Rizzoli...

...who was badly injured in a siege
at headquarters three months ago...

...will be honored along with Army
Private Abby Sherman, just 22 years old.

Her story made headlines when her
platoon was ambushed in Afghanistan.

She was shot, but crawled to a machine
gun to save three members of her squad.

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

His lung is filling up with blood.

Detective Jane Rizzoli
was the youngest officer...

...to be promoted
to the rank of detective.



Go.

Shoot him! Just shoot him!

- You look terrible.
- Thank you.

You're making everyone late.

Even you would look bad
if a bullet had gone through you.

Hmm. Laceration to your peritoneum
and small bowel...

...could explain your jaundiced color.

Okay, you may not casually
discuss my privates.

Three months, you could have
read all of Shakespeare.

You know, learned Finnish.

Instead you've become a platinum
member of the shopping channel. Oh.

I swear to God if you start cleaning
I will kick you out.

- Is that why you banned your mother?
- Is that what she said?

Did she mention that all her OCD
banging and clanking isn't restful?



Wait, Finnish? Like Finland Finnish?

You know the stress hormone,
cortisol...

...suppresses your immune cells' ability
to activate telomerase.

So you say. Mine are fine.

Quite simply, keeping your brain
busy aids recovery.

- Mind-body.
- Mind business.

You are my business. Come on,
we can make it happen. Here we go.

Ow. Stop. No, Maura, I'm not going.

Wait, you still have pain?

No. I just like saying "ow. "

Could be from an intermittent
obstruction due to adhesions.

When was your last
bowel movement?

You just can't help yourself, can you?

I think you're avoiding.

What is that?

It's a get well present
from Korsak and Frost.

That's restful?

Where's your uniform?

Oh! It is disgusting in here.

Put this on.

It makes me look like a man.

We can do this the easy way
or the hard way.

I am not a hero, Maura.
Shooting yourself is not heroic.

- The people of Boston think it is.
- Eight people died.

- I don't want a medal for that.
- Five of them were bad guys, Jane.

Whatever.

This ceremony isn't for you.

This is- This is for your fellow officers...

...and your parents,
and your community.

You're a symbol.

You are a heroic flesh-and-blood
reminder of the thin blue line.

That's good.

- You almost had me.
- Okay.

Ow.

The hard way.

Boston P.D. and the U.S. Military
honoring their own tonight.

Private First Class
Abby Sherman's support squad...

...was headed to a rendezvous with
my platoon to re-arm and re-supply us...

...when her truck was hit by an RPG.

She was shot,
she crawled to a SAW...

...firing round after round
at Taliban militia.

Because of her courage,
these three men are alive today.

Congratulations.
Thank you.

- See? That's a hero.
- Shh.

Detective Jane Rizzoli
was the first female officer...

...to work in the Drug Control Unit.

She was also the youngest officer ever
to be promoted to the rank of detective.

...died on the job.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Detective Jane Rizzoli.

Jane. Jane.

Say something uplifting.

- Can you just hand it to me?
- Stand still or I'll pin it to your forehead.

Say a few words.

God, I, uh, didn't really prepare anything...

...um...

...just because I, uh, don't really
think of myself as a hero. Um...

Uh...

Most of you know my little brother,
Frankie.

Frankie, just stand up,
help me out.

Um, Frankie is alive
because of Dr. Maura Isles.

She normally works on dead people.

He is alive because of her,
not because of me.

I, uh...

I was just doing my job.

You know, um, I... We...

We all do this job because it's, uh...

It's what we've been trained to do.
You know, we've been trained...

...not to think of ourselves.

But to act because, you know...

...life is unfair.

And bad things happen, and...

You know, I think that we're here...
We're all here...

...to remind everybody that, uh...

...sometimes the good guys still win.
Thank you very much.

- Nice.
- Thanks.

Where's my dad?

Jane?

Casey?

Hi.

Hi. How are you?
What are you doing here?

You don't come to the reunions.
Wanted to see how you turned out.

You came from Afghanistan
to see?

Everyone on leave got an invite.
Thought it'd be fun to see you.

- You look great.
- Lieutenant colonel, delta force.

That's impressive.

Um, you know what, I want to talk to you.

- Can you give me a second?
- Sure.

It's good to see you.

That was a good speech.

- I didn't see Dad. Where is he?
- I don't know.

Oh, Jane. I'm so proud of you.

Thanks, Ma.

Thank you. Where's Daddy?

Ma. What is the matter? Ma, okay.

Sit down.
There you go. Okay.

Are you... Ma?

- Uh, I need a pen.
- What's wrong?

I need a pen.

She gets very emotional
and then she can't talk.

- So we have her write it down.
- Okay, hang on.

Here, here. Here, here. Write it down.

- Okay. Okay, here. Ma?
- "Divorce. "

Detective, congratulations.

Can you do a quick interview with us?
How it feels to be a hero?

- Fantastic.
- Great.

Could you give me a second? Please.

- Sure.
- Thank you.

You know, she gets very emotional
when she's proud.

Ma, let- It's gonna be okay,
it's gonna be okay.

Let Frankie take you home, okay?

Come on.
- What?

- "We are getting divorced. "
- That's terrible.

This should come out.

Oh, God.

- You were in Mogadishu, sir?
- Mm-hm.

Haiti in '94, Yugoslavia in '99.

- You're back.
- Yes.

I loved your speech.

I loved your heroism.
It puts me to shame.

Nice talking to you, sir.

- No, let me get you guys a drink.
- Nothing for me, thanks.

Uh, doctor says water or prune juice.

Sexy.

We dated in high school.

See Gary? We enlisted together.

- Oh, wow. You came back together.
- War isn't good for a relationship.

- I'm sorry.
- We're still friends.

Do they resent you?
I mean, the other detectives.

It's that bad, huh?

Got a lot worse after all this hero BS.

- They hurt, don't they?
- Mm-hm.

I can still feel the bullet.
The doctors left it there.

- I wish scars looked good on girls.
- Well, there's something good...

...about ugly scars.
You can't pretend it didn't happen.

Are you gonna go back?

I've been asking myself that
a lot lately.

I'm done, heh. I did my last tour.

I'm a civilian after tonight.

Oh.

- You take care, okay?
- You too.

Fresh out of prune juice.

Ugh, Sluckey.
Can the night get any worse?

- Thanks.
- Except for you.

This is my trauma surgeon.

Luckily, I was under
when we hung out together.

Watch this. Everything
is the royal we. Serious. Watch.

Hey. Hi. So, how are we feeling, Jane?

We are feeling fine...

...but we can't speak for everyone.

All the single guys in Boston
and you got to date ucky Sluckey?

Don't refer to Byron that way.
- It's unethical, Maura.

Why? He's your doctor, not mine. Mm.

I mean, he's very sexy.

He has an odd accent, though.

Yeah, he moved here from England
when he was a kid.

- Mm.
- I nearly lost my virginity to him.

Byron is much better
when he's not talking, Jane.

- I think you would really like him.
- I like Byron, when I'm anesthetized.

- Your turtle has a better bedside manner.
- Tortoise.

And I don't disagree with you.

Which is why it was
a wonderful surprise...

...to find out that he was very tender
when he wasn't by the bed...

- ... but in the bed.
- Ew.

That's like thinking about
my parents having sex.

My parents are getting a divorce.

- I know. I'm so sorry.
- This...

Ugh. This is just too much crap.

I need to learn how to compartmentalize.
You know, how do men do it?

Well, they simply separate everything
into isolated compartments.

Thank you. That's very helpful.

Please, go have tender sex with Byron,
and I'm going home.

You know, you do need to boost
your immune system...

...and sex is very good for that.

Thank you, doctor.

Mm.

I was married for a while.
She was a West Pointer too.

It didn't work out.

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

So how come we never finished
what we started?

Because you didn't give me
the time of day until senior week.

Ha, ha, I was a jerk.

Well, you were just too cool for me.
And smart.

Truth?

- You were too scary for me.
- Gee, thanks.

I looked cool,
but I was like 12 in boy years.

You were a force even then.
Smart, beautiful.

Didn't care
what anybody thought of you.

Bye.

Inside, I was a geek.

Come on.

Abby.

- There might be a second bomb.
- We need to help.

She's gone. Come on.

Get the bomb squad out here!

- Frankie, get on the radio!
Move back.

- Secure the building.
- I'll get the soldiers.

- Perimeter.
- Keep everyone back!

I want a perimeter now!
Back it up!

- I got this.
- Got her?

Private first class Sherman
was in that car.

- Was she by herself?
- Yes.

Need you out of here.
You're not cleared for duty.

Dr. Isles, we're gonna need you.
Frankie, get her home.

- Don't need no more casualties.
- I want to help. I want to help.

Get out of here.

Vince, be careful.
I can't get in it.

I can't believe it.
Abby died right in front of me.

I can stay.
- I'm okay.

All right.

And they're gonna want
all hands on deck.

I'm gonna make sure you're okay
before I go.

- You gonna watch me brush my teeth?
- Yep.

He left a message.

"Hey, honey, sorry I can't be there,
Dad. "

That's not like him.

Or did I also suffer brain damage
and forget what terrible kids we were?

- What?
- Janie, he moved out today.

- What? How do you know?
- She told me.

Did you see this coming?

I guess
it's been coming for a long time.

Hmm.

They were fighting a lot
at the hospital.

We both almost died.

Yeah, and even that
didn't bring them together.

But to move out? Why so fast?

- They're losing the house.
- What?

Yeah, Ma said that they've been living
off a second mortgage.

- House is for sale.
- Ugh.

Man, I have been out of it.

- Go. You want be a detective.
- Ugh.

They're gonna want everybody
looking for bomb parts.

- All right.
- Okay, I'm gonna go to sleep. I just...

- All right.
- I just want to forget about today.

Just promise me you'll stay put?

Hey. Come on.

There. It's gonna be okay.

All right.

Wow, Detective Rizzoli.

- You're new.
- Yeah, I'm, uh...

- Officer Reynolds.
- Yeah.

It's a pleasure to meet you, really.
I can't let you in without a badge. Sorry.

Oh, come on, there's my badge.

- We got a tough case to solve.
- No, uh, I can't.

Uh, security's been really tight since...

- Since me.
- What are you doing here?

Trying to figure out
who killed Abby Sherman.

We haven't cleared you yet.

- Are you sure you're ready for this?
- I'm sure that I'm done sitting on my ass.

Here.

Clear me for active duty.

Call Darlene in my office,
make an appointment.

See you later.

Yeah, he's so tender.
I don't know how I never noticed.

- Get me in there.
- Jane, go home. Get better.

Maura, you heard me.
This is who I am.

This I what I do. Now, get me in there.

Ugh, okay, fine. But I'm only doing this...

...because I'm afraid that you're gonna
hurt yourself or this nice officer.

It's okay, Sam.
Detective Rizzoli is with me.

Yes, ma'am.

Really?

Downstairs only.
I will poke you in your scar tissue...

...If you even touch the up arrow.

That's a sign of sexual frustration.

Or tangled hair.

I can't stop seeing Abby's face.
It looks different in here.

That is correct, Rip Van Winkle.

Wait till you see my office.
The decorator just finished.

Oh, my God, I'm so excited,
I might need a paper bag.

You know, it's possible it's taking you
longer to heal because of your attitude.

A.40-caliber bullet went through me.
My attitude isn't faking that.

You're not faking anything.
You had a life-threatening injury.

But you're strong, healthy.

Something's gotten in the way
of your healing.

Ow! Will you please stop doing that?

I just wish I knew
what was causing that pain.

Again, I'm going
with a. 40-caliber bullet, but...

Are you sure you want to be here?
She was very badly burned.

Mm-hm.

Are those her dog tags?

She survives two tours in Afghanistan
and gets blown up at home.

Thank you.

I can't. I can't, I can't.

What the hell is wrong with me?
I've been through worse than this.

- And Abby deserves better.
- Jane, take a deep breath.

No, I can't. It hurts.

What if I'm never who I was.

That's the human condition.

Thanks. That's really upbeat.

This hurts too?
How uncomfortable is this?

How can you say that?
That's a Karim Rashid label.

Oh, well, in that case, it's like
the warm caress of a mother's hand.

Your parasympathetic nerve
is in overdrive.

It's a protective mechanism.

What, because I don't like your office?
Did taxpayers pay for this?

Of course not.

You might still be in physical pain...

...because of a posttraumatic
psychopathological reaction...

- ... to what's happened to you.
- Well, make it stop.

What do you do
when fear is killing you?

It's very hard to die from fear unless
you have a congenital heart condition.

- What can I do?
- Get me upstairs.

Rizzoli, what the hell?
I gave you an order.

Yeah, I know, I know. I'm sorry.
Please reinstate me.

- Okay, just for this case.
- You know the routine.

You get your doctor to sign off,
then I sign off.

You're still paying me, lieutenant.
All right? Just...

I want to help. I want to do this for Abby.
Please.

You can stick around off the books
until I get a signed release.

- No gun, no badge.
- Understood. Thank you.

Hey. Great to have you back.

Say hello to your new sergeant.

You're a threesome now.

You okay over here?
You see, we moved.

- You do this?
- I- I- I did, I did.

- Welcome back, Jane.
- Thank you.

How you doing
with him being sergeant?

- I got a choice?
- Let's get to it. Bring me up to speed.

Bomb squad and FBl are there.
We helped them do a line search.

Found the explosives casing.

Homeland Security's sending a team.

- I talked to the governor.
- Terrorists?

Well, that's the speculation.

Anything to suggest
it was home grown?

Looks like common components.
Bomb techs found large-diameter pipe.

It was a pipe bomb.

- She got family here?
- Only child of a single mom.

Been in the Army four years.
We're digging.

She was discharged two weeks ago.
Staying with her mom.

Oh, God. Was her mother there?

- Uh, yeah.
- Ugh.

Uh, what about personal? Abby said
the men in her platoon resented her.

- No way.
Korsak.

There weren't women
when you were a marine.

I ever treat you any different
from Frost, Rizzoli?

Well, yeah.
You never brought me flowers.

Detective Frost,
turn up the volume, please.

And our top story, a car explosion...

...has taken the life
of a young female U.S. soldier.

The question now,
is this a terrorist attack?

Let's investigate her military history.

Find out who she was stationed with.

See if she got any disciplinary reports
from MPs.

You met Lieutenant Colonel Jones.

He's, uh, Army special ops.
He's got a stake in this.

Okay, well, get him in here.

Why hasn't some group
claimed responsibility?

Terrorists phone, get the credit.

She's been in Afghanistan
the last four years.

What about her unit? Somebody
she was with want her dead?

- There's no way it's a fragging.
- I'm not saying it is...

...but we have to at least consider the
possibility it could be a fellow soldier.

If it's a soldier, the Army wants to know.
I want to know.

That looks like part of a switch.

Yeah. It's a mercury switch.

You have the chemical
components In the explosives yet?

Yeah, right here.

Traces of powdered aluminum,
magnesium, potassium chlorate...

- ... and sulfur.
- No trace of octol...

...which is only used by us.

It's not a soldier.

Okay, I don't want it to be a soldier
either, but we can't rule that out.

So how many from her squad were
in Boston when she was killed?

Only the three guys that survived,
plus, uh, her platoon leader...

- ... Lieutenant Forman.
- Well, let's go talk to them.

Uh, give me a second, okay?

Scar tissue. Formed around
a foreign object in Abby's shoulder.

That must be the bullet.
Abby said they left it in.

Why wouldn't Army doctors
take it out?

Could have been too close
to the brachial plexus, maybe.

- I'll process it.
- Let me know?

Mm-hm.

Abby said
you were high school sweethearts.

Yeah.

Stayed best friends.

- And you were with her...
- The whole way.

Abby was driving the deuce and a half.
I was riding shotgun.

Orders were to meet up,
re-supply ammo and parts.

Heard the sound of an RPG
as it was being launched.

Then boom.

Flips that 21/2 ton truck
like it's a kid's toy.

Killed Smith and Lewis instantly.

Insurgents are firing at us.

I'm pinned in the truck.
I can't get to the SAW.

We're all dead men.

Private Sherman is hit.
But she makes it to the SAW...

...lays down covering fire.

She saved all of them.
She was support.

Wasn't supposed to be anywhere
near combat.

Guys teased her
because she was kind of girly.

I knew she was tough.

Did you do any more
than just re-supply runs with her?

No.

No, that day when it counted.

She lived up to my highest ideal.
She was a soldier. That's what she was.

She was... a damn fine soldier.

I'm sorry about the mess.

I don't mind, been living in a tent. You
supposed to be drinking prune juice?

Not after this.

I keep thinking about what Abby said
about her squad resented her.

- Did you pick that up from any of them?
- No.

Those were soldiers
mourning one of their own.

It's got to be terrorism.

That's why I'm over there.
To keep it from happening over here.

We have the best bomb guys
in the country working on it.

- We'll get them.
- Yeah.

- Want to know something crazy?
- Yeah, lay it on me.

I was thinking, except for the girly part,
heh, Abby was like you.

Well, I'm honored.

Except for the girly part.
I can be girly.

No. I always liked your toughness.

You're a soft-shelled crab, Rizzoli.

A not-girly-crab. Wow.

You really need to work
on your pickup lines.

Hard on the outside,
soft on the inside.

- No. No.
- No. No.

That's why
you're such an incredible cop...

...because you care so damn much.

Maybe too much.

You can't care too much.

Thirty years, I've been picking up
that man's socks...

...cooking without spices
because it gave him indigestion.

Hey, Mrs. Rizzoli.

Hello, Charles.

Come on, Ma.

Just for once in my life,
could you please knock?

Hey, so too sick to wash the dishes
but not too sick to have intercourse?

Intercourse, Ma? Come on.

We didn't sleep together.
Okay, yes, we slept.

Why am I having this conversation?
I gave you a key for emergencies only.

Yeah, it was an emergency.

The health department was gonna come
and condemn the place.

I made you breakfast.

Thank you.

- I heard you were selling the house.
- Yeah, thanks to your father.

Ma, I'm so sorry. What happened?

He left me.

He left me with nothing.
I gave him my best years.

Okay, come on. You have plenty
of good years left.

All right?

And you got me, you got Frankie,
you got Tommy.

- Tommy who's in prison?
- He's getting out soon, Ma.

He's been writing me letters.
He's doing really good.

Why didn't Daddy
come to the ceremony?

Asked him not to, didn't want
you to have to arrest me if he did.

Why? What did he do?

Jane, he wants a change.

I want a change too.

But you don't see me
walking out on him.

You can stay here
as long as you like.

- You can have my bedroom.
- Not gonna impose. I can't.

You wouldn't be imposing.

That's very nice of you.

Thank you.

But, uh, Dr. Isles offered me
her guest house.

- What?
- I'm a good guest.

Are you a masochist?

You bought this house
for your mother, not mine.

Increased blood flow.
Rush of endorphins.

You feel less pain today, don't you?

- What are you talking about?
- You had sex.

We did not have- We almost had-
It's none of your business.

Feel free to chat about it with my mother
at your slumber party.

I never really got much sleep
at slumber parties.

Ugh, why? Why are you doing this?

- Because she's your family.
- I feel guilty.

Catholic guilt. Did you know
that a University of Parma study...

...found that devout Catholics are more
likely to show signs of OCD?

Yeah, Martin Luther's strict definition
of the sacraments...

- ... is too constraining.
- I hated confession.

- Did you have a lot to confess to?
- I made stuff up.

If you confess to sins
you're not sorry for then that's a sin.

Isn't making up sins a sin?

How are we this morning?

I called Darlene in your office.

She said you were too busy
to squeeze me in.

Yeah, we are rather busy.

And so are you.
I'll be waiting outside.

I'd like to discuss
your pathology findings.

Morning.
- Vomit.

I'm worried about her.

She still has pain.
Shouldn't she be healed?

- Mm, patients heal at different rates.
- But you don't know her. Heh.

She had a dislocated shoulder...

...and she still tackled
a 200-pound suspect to the ground.

Are we questioning my opinion?

Well, there could be
another component.

- The mind is powerful. She had a trauma.
- Um...

You're merely a pathologist...

...and she had expert care
from a renowned trauma surgeon.

Are you talking about yourself
in the third person?

- Are we angry?
- We are.

- But-
- Thank you for reminding me...

- ... why I don't date surgeons.
- Ow!

That's what was inside the scar tissue
in Abby's shoulder.

.38-caliber bullet
from an American revolver.

- No. Friendly fire.
Don't you think it has to be?

Can you get inside of her
medical records?

What can you tell us
about her wound?

That would just be my opinion.

Pretend I'm a priest
and I can't tell anyone.

I'm not Catholic.

It is my opinion
that she was facing her shooter...

...when she was shot
from no more than 6 feet away.

It's based on the scarring
around the entrance wound.

So she would have seen her shooter.

Can't be. Can't. Why would she lie?
She says right here:

"I was shot by a Taliban insurgent. "
Nothing's been redacted.

I'm not saying there's some big cover-up
by the department of evil.

All right? I'm a cop.
I'm practically a soldier myself.

Look at this. It says that Abby
refused to let them remove the bullet.

Because she didn't want them
finding an American soldier's bullet.

- Look, this is all speculation.
- Casey, she lied. Why?

- Jane, maybe she was afraid.
- Of what?

Soldiers know,
hell, everybody knows, it's war.

Friendly fire happens. It's tragic.
But when it does, we admit it.

Tell that to Pat Tillman's family.

I said I'd help you, and I will.

Not like this.

Casey, ugh.

- That was awkward.
- You think?

- What-? What are you doing?
- I want to talk to Gary.

The private that was with her
when she was shot.

They were high-school sweethearts.

Hi, Private Campbell?

Yes, hi, this is Detective Rizzoli.

Um, I have a few more questions for you.
I was just wondering-

Today would be fantastic.

Perfect. Right now.

All right, thanks.

You're not cleared for active duty.
I'm going with you.

You're not a detective.

Oh, well, technically, neither are you.

I'd like that folder back.

Private Campbell?

Maura, you okay?

I don't think this is just about Abby.

You were damn lucky. Glad you're okay.

Every soldier who knows the truth about
what happened to Abby is in danger.

What do you mean?

Abby was shot by a friendly
in Afghanistan.

You knew?

Are you part of a cover-up, private?

- I was following orders.
- Whose orders?

Lieutenant Forman's.

Forman was special operations group.

- He can carry anything he wants.
- Including a. 38 revolver.

- I'm next, aren't I?
- Not if we can help it.

Look at his record. It's outstanding.

There's no way it's him.

Abby was outstanding,
except she was enlisted, not an officer.

Guys, sorry. Uh, I tracked powdered
sulfur from the bombings...

...back to a chemical supply store.

Look who signed the receipt.

Forman's due back at Fort Bragg
in North Carolina in five days.

Yeah, he rented a house in Boston
two weeks ago. Got a signed lease.

Right when Abby was discharged.
Forman was in combat for the first time?

He panics, shoots Abby.

She turns out to be a hero. He's her
commander, he can keep her quiet.

She applies for a discharge.
Maybe he follows her here.

Afraid she'll talk
or maybe one of her squad will.

He started killing soldiers
he led into battle to save his career?

Got another explanation for purchasing
this stuff to make bombs?

We got to get to that house.

I'll get on the hook,
get SWAT to meet us.

I'll drag the entry team out of bed.
You're welcome to come.

Stay here, Jane. Stay safe.
We'll have a live feed.

SWAT 1
Tango leader. Squad One in position.

Tango leader to Squad Two,
confirm position.

I'm like a boxer with a glass jaw.

I mean, have you ever seen me
not able to step up?

The most powerful force of nature
is not a nuclear weapon.

When I talk, do you hear, "Blah, blah,
blah, Maura, blah, blah, blah?"

It's thoughts. That's the most
powerful force, your thoughts.

Job used to take my mind
off of everything.

It's like I'm not who I am anymore.

Okay, just do me a favor, all right?

Close your eyes.

Close them. Take a deep breath.

Ugh. I can't.

SWAT 1
Tango One, on my command.

Trip wire! Everybody out!

Fall back, fall back! Move, move!

Fricking tragedy all around.

Blew himself up
before we could get there.

At least he didn't take
anybody else with him.

I'm gonna tell private Campbell myself.
He should know this is over.

Okay, I'll tag along for moral support.

Compression fracture.

Why was he wearing Abby's dog tags?

Forman, Sherman.

She was wearing his.

Wow.

So Lieutenant Forman killed Abby.

That's just hard to believe.

Um, excuse me.

- Yeah?
Jane...

...Forman was killed by a blow to the
back of the head before the explosion.

- You sure?
- Yes, yes.

- He was dead before the blast.
- So he was framed by the killer.

Lieutenant Forman
and Abby Sherman were lovers.

- Oh, crap.
- Jane, what is it?

- Thank you, Gary.
- It's Gary.

I'm calling for backup.

Thanks.

It's too bad you know your guns,
detective.

Bit of a gun enthusiast, huh, Gar?

- You shot Abby.
- Yeah, it was an accident.

I didn't know it was her.

- I heard movement.
- And you pulled the trigger, private.

- She covered it up to protect you.
- I loved her.

What did you blow her up for?

- She wasn't gonna expose you.
- Because.

Because war isn't good
for relationships.

This was never about the war.
This was about Lieutenant Forman.

That's why he's dead too.

Yeah, they thought I didn't know?
They were fraternizing.

Yeah, that's right.
He was her superior officer.

That's a court-martial offense.

It wasn't an accident in Afghanistan.

You tried to kill Abby.

They thought they were gonna get out of
the Army and live happily ever after?

- No.
- No, wait.

Wait. Just wait a minute, all right?

And- And that's why he leased
a house here, to be closer to her.

I get it. I get that.

- You don't have to do this.
- I got no choice.

No, no, you have a choice.
Just face what you've done.

Okay.
Give it to me.

That's all right.

That's okay.

- "You're my hero. "
Mine too.

I know why we never got together.

You still scare me
as much as this thing.

- I scare you?
- Mm-hm.

I gotta say goodbye.

- Why? Where you going?
- My leave's up.

I've loved seeing you.

I loved seeing you.

Show up at the next reunion.
We'll finish what we started.

- Doctor.
- Hey.

Hmm.

You know,
heroes are actually social deviants.

Famous Zimbardo experiment
at Yale proved that.

- He's going back to Afghanistan.
- Oh.

I'm sorry.

No, it's good.

I was so scared, Maura,
and I did it anyway.

That's the definition of a hero.

Who's a social deviant.

Hmm, it's not a bad thing.

Right, so, I'm a not-girly,
crabby social deviant.

That's great.

Um, can I just...?

Take a deep breath.

Any pain?

No.

- I'm back. I'm back.
- You're back.

I was pretty sure
that it was psychosomatic.

- It was so not psychosomatic.
- No, I think it was.

You think? So you were guessing?

No, no, I can think.
I can consider, I can conclude.

- Yeah, no, that's guessing. You guessed.
- No, I did not.

- Dr. Isles guessed, Dr. Isles guessed.
- I did not.

- I did not.
- Did too.