Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 2, Episode 13 - Seventeen Ain't So Sweet - full transcript

E voil?.

What? Don't make a face.
It's cute.

Yeah, if you're playing mahjong.

- So, why'd you buy it?
- 'Cause it was half off.

Donations pile.

No, I want to look sexy but not
like I'm trying too hard.

You know, fun but not slutty.

You want Casey guessing what
kind of lacy balconette bra

- you have on.
- Mm-hmm.

Donations?
No! No, no, no!

Maura, no, I was gonna wear that.



Oh. Okay. Well, let's hope
he likes the athletic look.

- Did you shave your legs?
- Yes. Pits too.

I just ... I hate that I have to go

to my high-school reunion
to get Casey back here.

You know, there are three reasons that
people avoid their high-school reunions.

Yeah, one ... they hated high school.

Two ... they hated everybody
in high school.

What's the third one?

Embarrassment over getting fat.

Then there's fear
of running into your ex

or you're an abject failure.

- Why are you avoiding?
- Abject failure.

I have no husband, no kids,
no south end brownstone.

That was,



- you know, the thing when I was in high school.
- Mm

I can see your point.

Okay, if I wanted support like that,
I would have called my mother.

Sorry.

What time's Casey's plane landing?

- Should be getting in now.
- Ooh.

Aren't you a little worried
he's gonna be too jet-lagged?

Well, unless he arrives dead,

I think he'll be up for some sex, no?

Oh, oh!
Oh! This is him. This is him.

Uh-oh.
What?

He's telling me
to open up a chat room.

You know what? He better not
be standing me up.

Jane...

You don't look like you're at Logan.

I'm not.
My squad was sent on a mission.

I've just got back to base.

Obviously, uh,
I'm not gonna make the reunion.

That's okay.
It's ... it's no big deal.

Yes, it is.
Tell him you miss him.

- Shh!
- Who's that?

Uh, that was just Maura.

She said, you know, it's a shame
you're gonna miss it.

Jane, I-I really wanted to see you.

I, uh ... they wouldn't
even let us contact anyone.

I'm so sorry.

Don't apologize.

Making the world safe for democracy.

Thanks for understanding.

I, uh ... I got to go.
Okay? I'll call you soon.

Okay. Bye.

Bye.

Crap.

I'm sorry.

You know what?
Come on.

I am going to be
your designated driver

so you can go drink with
your high-school nemeses.

It's "-sis." Isn't it "Nemesis"?

"-Ses" when it's plural. I'm sure
you have several formidable enemies.

Oh, and how are you so "sure"?

Okay, yes, fine.

There was one group of mean girls ...

Debbie and Emily and Kate.

Great! So, let's go show
Debbie, Emily, and Kate

how fabulous you turned out to be.

I knew it. You just want to
tag along so you can go

all Jane Goodall on me
at my high-school reunion

because you got imprisoned
in an all-girls'

I was hardly "imprisoned."
But, yes, I will admit

that the co-ed experience
interests me.

No. No.
It's not gonna happen.

I'm not going. And if I'm
not going, you're not going.

Okay, see?
Co-ed high school.

You happy now?
Let's go.

Jane!

Oh, another reason
I didn't want you to come.

Hello.

2x13 - Seventeen Ain't So Sweet

You two are still, uh...

Together? Yes.
Yes, we are still together.

Get off me. Sh...
um, shouldn't you run along?

Isn't there some "barf
of the week club" member

- you should be talking to?
- "Barf of the week"?

Won it five times. It's nice
you two are still together.

The longest relationship
I ever had was 34 days ...

well, 35 if you count break-up sex.

We'll count that.

Hi, "G."

Whoa. Hot, right?

Hi. You know, you look
just like Maria Korkman.

But kind of like a hot,
skinny version.

- Uh, Giovanni... - oh, you remember her.
Man, she was fat, all right?

Hey, Maria. Hey, Jane.

I've been working out.

No way. You know,
you look so smokin' hot,

- we're gonna need a garden
hose to cool you down. - Oh.

God...

Oh...

Reason number four that people
hate high-school reunions ...

mean girl Debbie Nichols.

Mm. Relational aggression
typical of adolescent females.

But she's long past that.

Oh, my God.
Jane Rizzoli.

Oh, it's probably not "Rizzoli" now.

It's Mrs...

Mrs...
Detective Jane Rizzoli.

There's no "Mrs." You?

I'm Mrs. Eddie Tibbet.

- You married Eddie Tibbet?
- Yeah.

- Hey, Jane.
- Hey, Eddie.

Look at you ... in a suit! Wow.

Can you believe it?
Me and Eddie?

- Oh, you mean because you were part
of the "mean girls" clique? - Maura.

Hmm? Eddie, and, now,
what clique were you a part of?

The computer-geek clique.

Oh, me too.
I'm a science geek.

I'm a geek now, too.

Home and garden columnist
for the Boston dispatch

and a plant activist.

Guess someone has to give
a voice to plants.

She dumpster-dives behind nurseries.

Okay, well, you know, we...

We should probably get moving.

Don't want to keep
the name-tag line held up.

- Nice to meet you. Okay. Bye.
- Bye.

Oh!
I've always wanted to go

to a high-school reunion
with a punch bowl.

There's a jello mold over here.
Try not to hyperventilate.

Come on.
Come on. Let's go.

Come on, come on.
I'm getting punch.

Okay, look.

Purple dress.
Big boobs.

Is that your bete noir?

If that means former BFF, yes.
That would be Emily.

What? Is that the one that
dumped you in the 8th grade?

Well, who would need me
when you could get

any guy on the planet
with those things?

Mm, even Steve Sanner.

He was so nice.
That's too bad.

- A boyfriend?
- Mm, I wish.

Uh, no ... one date
to see "dumb & dumber"

doesn't constitute as a boyfriend.

Come one. Come on.
Let's go.

Jane!

Hey, Steve and Emily.

It's been too long.

I hear it's detective Rizzoli
these days.

Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, it is.

This is my friend, Dr. Maura Isles.

I know, right?
Real waste, bro.

Keep walking, Giovanni.

We're just friends.

Not friends-friends.
Just close friends.

Well, not ... not that close.

Dr. Isles tagged along
because she missed out

on the whole co-ed
high-school experience, so...

Well, we have to go man
the hospitality table,

but it's really good to see you.

- You too.
- Okay.

- I'll be there in a sec.
- Okay.

I was, uh...

Excuse me.

I was hoping I'd run into you.

Uh, I need to talk to you
about something.

- Is it okay if I call you?
- Uh...

Yeah. Is ... is everything okay?

Well, look who Stevie found ...
Roly-poly Rizzoli.

I almost didn't recognize you.

- I hear you're a security guard or something.
- She's a detective.

Mnh-mnh. Don't bother. This ...
this is Rory Graham.

And now my night is complete.

If I had a nickel for every time
a girl said that to me.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Ha ha!

I'm gonna go help Emily.

Stevie works for me.

I'm sure you've read about how
I transformed Graham Biomedical

- into an industry leader.
- No, I only read the big stories.

- Big print, I think you mean.
- Wait ... you manufacture the Melee Heart Valve.

That valve has transformed
the lives of children with heart defects

and people
with cardiovascular disease.

The advanced bileaflet
mechanical design

we came up with is pretty brilliant.

Jane Rizzoli? Wow.

- You came to one of our reunions.
I heard you might. - Kate.

This isn't stoli.
Where's the lime, babe?

Was she a mean girl, too?

Queen of mean.

Look at that body.

You definitely didn't have
any kids, did you?

Well, I... rescued a dog once.
Does that count?

Rory and I have three, actually.
Two boys and a little girl.

Yeah, Kate was a high-priced
corporate lawyer.

But I was doing so well,
I said, "babe...

I need a wife not a lawyer."

Needs more lime, babe.

Uh,
do you miss your work?

You know, every now and then
I do, but I ...

babe ... babe, I see
some of the guys from the team.

Hey! Football.
Rory led them to a state championship.

Twice.
Later, Rizzoli. Doc.

Bye.

Rory Graham just dissed me.
Again.

- I'm done. Let's go.
- Okay.

- Bring my punch. I just want to bring my punch.
- Go. All right, just move. Go.

Okay.

Hey.

How did that improve
the quality of my life?

I wonder what happened
to Clarissa Wyndham.

There she is.

She married the Duke of Shernandorne.

What is it with the English
and their ridiculous hats?

The Anglican church
made women cover their heads.

W-with a pink migrating goose?

That's awful.

Rizzoli.

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

You don't have to do this.

Oh, my God.

It really is Steve Sanner.

Jane!

- Somebody shot him. Somebody shot Steve.
- I know. I know. I know.

- I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
- Can you take her?

- Yeah, of course.
She's like family. - Okay.

Come on. Let's go get the kids
and bring them back to our house, okay?

This is not the place for you, okay?

And I will be by the house
as soon as I can.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Go. Go on.

Sorry.
I... I knew him.

I just spoke to him a few hours ago.

Damn. I'm sorry.

Jane, we got this.

How'd he die?

Gunshot wound to the chest.

Appears to be
a medium-caliber entry wound.

Wallet's still here.
So we're thinking it wasn't a robbery.

Yeah, shooting someone at their high-school
reunion doesn't seem real random.

Cellphone's here.
I'll check the records.

Lack of soot deposit and tattooing
around the entrance wound.

- So it doesn't look like a close range?
- I'm not sure.

He has a large amount of
metallic fiber on his clothing.

Yeah.
Looks like steel wool.

Hey.
Can you take that?

- Frost, can I have
an evidence bag. - Yeah.

Found a piece of plastic.
Look around. You see any more?

- Yeah. Yeah, yeah ... right here.
- Could have been a water bottle

with some steel wool shoved into it.

- You thinking homemade silencer?
- Yeah.

This is deliberate.
Took some planning.

There's some orange dirt here.

Some over there.
Could be clay.

The track is artificial turf.

Baseball diamond is that way.

Maybe the killer walked across it.

I'll have CSRU check
for footwear impressions

- and get some clay sample
for a comparison. - Okay.

He said he wanted to talk to me.

Maybe this is why.

And Steve wasn't having
any issues with anyone at work?

Disagreements with co-workers?
People he managed?

No. Nothing.
Business was smooth.

Steve was Mr. Nice guy,
just like in high school.

Uh, we do need to talk to Emily.

She's upstairs with the children.

They're asleep.

I'll tell you
anything you need to know.

Do you want me to stay?

It'd be better if we spoke to Emily alone.

All right, well...

We'll be in the kitchen
if you need us, okay?

I'm so, so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Was Steve having problems
with anyone?

Anyone that he might have
run into at the reunion?

No.

He was so excited about the reunion.

Steve loved high school.
We all did, right?

Right.

What about at work?

You won't understand,
but... Jane knows.

Everybody loved Steve.

Everybody.

How was your marriage?

Were you and Steve
having any problems?

We were happy.

We were the couple
that everyone wanted to be.

I mean...

It was a perfect life.

Oh, Jane...

How am I gonna go on without him?

- Hey, there.
- Oh, my ...

What are you doing
in my apartment?

You left the web chat on.

Thought I'd say hello,

find out how the reunion was.

Oh, Casey.
It ... it was awful.

Steve Sanner
was murdered last night.

- What the hell?
- I left early, and ... and he was shot

- on the football field a few hours later.
- That's crazy.

Wasn't he married
to that cheerleader?

Um, Emily someone ...
the one with the, um...

The one with the, um...
High A.P. Scores?

- No. No. Hmm, that's not it. Let's see.
- Okay.

The one with the soccer scholarship?

No, that's not it, either.
Hmm...

Okay, you know what I was gonna say.
Wasn't she a friend of yours?

Yeah, she was until she became
"the one with the big boobs."

Was Rory Graham there?

He and Steve had a business together.

Yes, Rory was there.

He and his head
barely fit in the gym.

Well, maybe they had a falling-out.

I don't think so, but, you know,
we're looking into it.

Which, speaking of,
I have to go to work.

- Like that?
- No, I was gonna take both towels off.

It's "naked day" at BDP.

I've been thinking
about you... a lot.

Yeah? When you think about me,
am I wearing a towel on my head?

Mnh-mnh.

Hanging up now.

Too sweet?

Does it have white sugar?

Oh?
Would you prefer brown?

Well, I only do stevia.
It's an herb. All-natural.

Oh. I'll get you a fresh glass.

They actually had a jello mold.

- Have you ever seen that?
- Uh-oh. Incoming.

Wish me luck.

Melody?

- I'm back. Surprise!
- Surprise.

You're h... wow.
You're...

You're here.

I'm here.

- Uh, Melody is my ex-wife.
- Yeah, we ... we've met.

Dr. Maura Isles.
Nice to meet you.

Likewise.
I'm not just any old ex.

I'm the last and the best.

The other two were
just warm-ups, right Vince?

Uh, yeah.
Well, then, it's very nice to meet you.

Uh, uh, can I talk to you?

I would love that.

- Hey. Melody.
- Hi!

- Hey.
- How are you?

- You look wonderful.
- Uh, so do you.

We can talk over here.

Okay. Uh, later.
Right.

What are you doing here?

Psst.

What do you suppose is going on?

Well, I don't know, ma.
Why don't you go follow them?

- Why do you have to be so snippy?
- Why do you have to be so snoopy?

I have not seen that woman
in five years.

- Why is she back?
- No idea.

You know, Korsak raised her son
for almost 10 years.

- Oh, my God. He never mentions him.
- Broke his heart when they divorced.

She moved away
and took the son with her.

All right. Um, okay.

- Did you start the autopsy on
Steve Sanner? - Just about to.

- Okay. Well, call me if you get anything.
- Of course.

Checked criminal records

for everyone
who attended your reunion.

Everybody's pretty clean.

- How many of them have alibis?
- About half.

So we have 75 suspects.
Swell.

Hey.

How's Melody?
I was surprised to see her.

Oh, me too.
Don't ask. I won't tell.

- Who's Melody?
- The ex-wife who got away.

Okay. Got something.

Ohh, God.

Nice eyebrows.

Don't you mean "eyebrow"?

Oh, a senior quote.
That's sweet.

No, don't read.
Don't. It's dumb.

"Be who you are and say what you feel

"because those who mind don't matter

and those who matter don't mind."

What?
I like Dr. Seuss.

Look what I found.
Korsak the thespian.

What, were you the referee
for the "Sonny & Cher" show?

That play was cutting-edge for
its time. It got great reviews!

Okay. E-excuse me. Steve Sanner
was a friend of mine.

- Can we get back on track here, please?
- Sorry.

Thank you.

Steve Sanner and Rory Graham
the day Graham Biomedical

announced production
of the Melee Valve.

- Nothing I could find on either.
- Steve and Rory were like brothers.

In fact, Steve was the only
person Rory was ever nice to.

One time, Steve threw a football
through a stained-glass window.

And Rory took the blame for it
just so Steve could go on a date.

- Must have been quite a girl.
- I don't know about that.

It was me.

Like I said...

What do you think these numbers mean?

- They're in the "notes" section of Steve's phone.
- Bank accounts maybe?

Maybe. They're too long
to be I.P. Addresses.

- Russian phone-sex lines?
- Oh, yeah, that was my first thought.

- Insight from a case I worked.
- "The case of the lonely detective."

Oh, ha ha ha ha.

Steve made a few calls
to a local preschool.

His kids are 10 and 12.
Why would he be calling a preschool?

And six calls to a Debbie Tibbet.

Yeah, I saw them talking
at the reunion.

Damn. She's married to Edward Tibbet.

Guy owns a company
that designs software.

He's worth about $50 million.

Dann. I knew I should have
been nicer to him.

Just kidding.
Good for him.

He was always a sweetheart.
Yay. Great.

Just found a few more calls
between Debbie and Steve.

Any chance they might have
been having an affair?

I don't know.
Let's go ask Debbie.

Hello?

Hey.
What are you doing here?

We just wanted to ask you
some questions.

Okay. Would you mind holding
these Alba roses?

- So awful about Steve Sanner.
- Yeah.

Could you, uh, tell us about your
relationship with him?

What do you mean?

Come on, Debbie. You know what I mean.
We have his phone records.

We... ran into each other.

We had coffee, a few conversations.

- Were you having an affair?
- No.

Of course not.

Frost.

Boston police!

Now!

Boston P.D.
Get out of the car.

Damn it! Do you know
how much this is gonna cost?

Keep your hands
where we can see them.

Take it easy.
I'm a private investigator.

Then you know the drill.
Two fingers ... pull some I.D.

Slowly.

- I got every right to be here.
- You want to lose the attitude?

We're in the middle
of a homicide investigation.

You're interfering with
a potential witness.

I got nothing to do with a homicide.

Then why the paparazzi camera?

- It's okay. He's a... plant activist, as well.
- Okay. Great.

- Husband thought she might be banging someone.
- Hired me to sit on her.

- Did you find proof?
- Yeah. Two different guys.

Let me see it.

That's our victim.
Show me the second guy.

- Who is he?
- I don't know.

All right. We're gonna need
your memory card.

Yeah, yeah, or you'll charge me
with obstruction.

Thank you.

I have to go get these plants
watered and fertilized.

We have a few more questions, Debbie.

I don't know anything,
and I called our lawyer.

And he says
I don't have to talk to you.

I'm sorry, Jane.

The whole school knew about it
the day she lost her virginity.

- Hmm. That mean you think she's
hiding something? - Oh, yeah.

It all sounds good.

It's just...
A surprise, you know?

He moved away five years ago.

I know.

It's all different now.
I'm different.

I don't need much
to get it off the ground.

Research is all here
for you to look at.

How is he?

He's...
He's 16.

Hmm.

Tough age.

I'd like to see him.

I'll tell him that.

You and I divorced.
I did not divorce him.

It didn't work out the way
I'd hoped with his dad.

I'm here for him.
I have always been here for him.

Think about whether you
could ever be here for me again.

She's lovely.

Wants to open a yoga studio.
She wants me to invest.

I always wanted to learn yoga.

Did a class with her at lunch.
It's harder than it looks.

So you get a nice space
with good energy

and some tinkly music.

I'd go.

I could get a yoga body like Melody.

I can't believe
I'm actually saying this,

but I sort of feel sorry for Emily.

Adolescence is such a volatile time.

It probably wasn't easy
for her, either.

Oh, it was easy for her
thanks to those boobs you saw

that arrived special delivery
when she was 12.

Although large breasts can cause
back pain and severe sciatica.

Well, turns out they can't
protect you from the pain of life.

She said their marriage
was perfect. Not anymore.

Oh, I don't think
it's been perfect for a while.

Bruxism.
Hairline cracks indicating

excessive grinding due to stress.

Muehrcke lines on his fingernails ...

another stress indicator.

Something was causing him
enormous anxiety.

One of the most easygoing guys
I've ever met.

Casey called this morning.

Aww. He misses you.
How romantic.

Not so much. It's more like
Skype-us-interruptus.

Like coitus interruptus.
I get it.

- Should I knock?
- What have you got?

Debbie Tibbet was just found.

She's dead, Jane.

- It appears to be a suicide.
- What?

She put this noose around neck
and leaned forward.

I don't believe this.

We were just helping her rescue
rose bushes a few hours ago.

I'm so, so sorry.

I don't understand.

Did your wife seem troubled
about anything?

Yes.

The last few weeks were terrible.

She was like a different person.

We know about
the private investigator

you hired to follow her.

Debbie was suddenly so secretive.

Did you confront Steve
at the reunion?

No, of course not.
I didn't know what to do. I...

Just...

Didn't want to lose her.

You understand that we'll
have to dig into your life

to make sure that's true.

That's okay, Jane.
I understand.

Do you know who this is?

No.

Jane?

Do you think Debbie killed herself?

I knew her in high school, Eddie.

She didn't.

There's no way.

What do you think?
Did she kill herself?

The bruising and deep-tissue
injury around the ligature

exceeds the circumference
of the noose.

15 words where one would do ... "no."

Not a suicide.

She was strangled by the rope
and posed in the chair.

Looks like we'll be
bringing Eddie in after all.

We still don't have
enough on him. Ooh!

Lower back pain, sergeant?

Ah, too much of this
downward-doggy thing with Melody.

You know back pain is
the second most common

ailment in the united States?

What's the most common ailment?

Your fun facts?

Headaches.

So, she's got you doing yoga?
This is getting serious.

I've never known her
to stick with anything.

Maybe she's changed.

By acknowledging her change,
you let go of past anger

and focus on the present.

Thank you, Deepak Maura.

Got something.
Jared McKay.

He's an investigative reporter
for the Boston dispatch.

Just got off the phone with him.

Was he having an affair with Debbie?

No. They went to journalism
school together.

Debbie said she had a friend ...

someone high up in a big company ...

who wanted to blow the whistle
on something.

McKay doesn't know what.

Debbie wouldn't give up the name.

Well, that has to be Steve Sanner.

He was gonna blow the whistle,
but on what?

And why wouldn't Debbie tell us they
were meeting?

Rizzoli.

Okay, calm down.
What ...

I'll be right there.

I got another dead classmate.

Oh. Here, drink this.

Oh, thanks.

It's warm milk
with a shot of whiskey.

- Come on, sit.
- Ma, you don't have a liquor license.

So arrest me.

I use it for when I make
my chicken pot pie.

- Thanks, Mrs. Rizzoli.
- Oh, great.

So, now that you're half in the bag,

can you tell me what happened?

Me and Maria went to Friendly's.

I order mac and cheese.

She gets a salad,
with dressing on the side,

'cause she's so fit, like.

Then all of a sudden, she says,

"oh, my God, my heart's racing."

So I-I think this chick's
really digging me, right?

Then she stops breathing.

Oh, God. How awful.

Yeah, you're telling me.

Waiter calls 911.
I start doing CPR.

- Oh, I wouldn't even know how.
- That's comforting, ma.

Well, me neither, except
I kind of learned the basics

at Tony Abruzzi's bachelor party

when this stripper starts ...

um, can you just take me
back to Maria, please?

All right, so everybody's
yelling. It's crazy.

Paramedics show up.

And she's dead ... right there
on Friendly's floor.

Did Maria ever make contact with
Debbie Tibbet from our class?

Doubt it. Debbie called her
"Porky Korkman."

I mean, Maria hated Debbie.

Boy, that's terrible.

What about Steve Sanner?
Did she mention talking to him?

He tried talking to her
at the reunion,

but what's he need her for, you know?

I mean, Emily's got those friggin' ...

hey, you could probably appreciate
her tits, now, too, right?

- What? Excuse me?
- Uh, um...

So Maria didn't get a chance to
talk to Steve at the reunion?

Nah. Nah, we left early.

To think I only got two days
with the love of my life.

Ohh. Giovanni.

Ohh.

Maria had a congenital
heart condition.

Cause of death ... heart attack.

Maria Korkman was
a preschool teacher.

The same preschool that
Steve Sanner was calling?

Yeah. Counted three calls
in the last week.

He wanted to talk to her.

Bad. I wonder why.

Badly.

I hate it when you correct me.

Well, I hate it when you forget
about Mr. Adverb.

It's a Melee Valve.

The one that Steve's company makes?

Yes.

There's a fracture

at the base of the outflow strut

and a number of hairline cracks.

You said Maria died of a heart attack

because she had
a congenital heart condition.

No, I did not. I said
she died of a heart attack.

But I didn't know why, and now I do.

She died because the valve failed.

The company is in the process
of being buy out by C&S Medical.

If they come to terms,

the partners stand
to make tens of millions.

Got the company's list
of Melee Valve recipients.

3,200 people received the Melee Valve

since Graham Medical

received FDA approval
to start production.

Look how many of them are kids.

Heart-valve repair is a
very common pediatric surgery.

Let's narrow the list.
How many recipients have died?

Still looking at over 700 names.

Can you isolate "heart attack"
as the cause of death?

Damn. 118 deaths across the country.

We can't assume that if
they died of heart attack

it's because they had
a defective valve.

I never assume.

Were any of them Boston residents?

Why, you gonna exhume a body?

Charles Gordon, 52,
and Rene Watkins, 11.

I'm gonna exhume two.

This is Charles Gordon's valve.

This is Rene Watkins' valve.

Both have similar fractures
along the outflow strut.

- So they're both defective?
- Yes.

You think the higher-ups
at the company

knew their valves were failing?

They've seen the same reports
we're looking at.

What are those numbers?

The serial numbers on the valve.

Maura, can you pull up
the serial number

on the Melee Valve
that you removed from Maria?

Of course.

Frost, can you pull up
the numbers on the list

that you found in Steve's phone?

It's the same number.

Steve knew they were making
defective valves,

and he knew one was in Maria.

That's why he was calling her.

To warn her.

So, Steve told Debbie

because she was
the only journalist he knew.

But Debbie, the guerrilla gardener,

wasn't exactly Mike Wallace,

so she reached out
to her friend Jared,

the investigative reporter.

But someone figured out

that Steve was about to
spill his guts.

And if word of
the defective valves got out,

no big corporate sale.

Mm-hmm, and bye-bye
to Rory Graham's millions.

Crime lab's analysis

of the granules found
at the crime scene

show it's crushed shale, brick,
and glass cullet.

It's used on red-clay tennis courts.

And here I thought clay courts
were made of clay.

And the crime lab matched the sample

to the clay courts at the
Maple Leaf Court Country Club.

Oh, where Rory and Kate Graham
are members.

Yeah, but it's not enough
to arrest him.

No, but it is enough to bring
him in just so I can say hi.

Sorry to take you
away from your game.

You didn't. It was a fast match.
I won all three sets.

I'm curious why, at the reunion,
you didn't mention the fact

that you're selling your company
to C&S Medical.

I don't comment on
business deals until they close.

Does C&S Medical know
they're spending

tens of millions of dollars
for a flawed valve design?

What are you talking about?

We have proof that your
Melee Valve is defective.

Steve knew that, and he's dead.

You're trying to bait me.

- I didn't kill my friend.
- Perfect timing.

Do you want to read your texts
on your own time, Rizzoli?

Hey.
It's detective Rizzoli.

Whatever.

Next time you want to chat,
call my legal team.

You might want to take a cab.

Just got my warrant to search
your office and your car.

Melody's got me
doing a cleanse.

Guys really will do anything
to get laid.

How is Josh?

I don't know.
Haven't seen him.

I'm sorry.

She's talking about moving back.

What if she's only back for money?

Do you care?

No, not if I get to see Josh.

Been through 10 of these computers

we confiscated
from Graham biomedical.

Nothing so far.

Hey, I got something.

* I'm friggedy Frost,
I'm just like ice *

* I'm always chillin',
I'm up on the Mike *

* you catchin' a cold
because I'm always illin' *

* I'm wiggedy wow with my styl,
I got crazy steez *

and mad flavor, you should
call me Mr. Tastee fre*z

ohh *

I could flow.

Mm.

Okay, okay.
Now we're talking.

Just found a deleted search

on how to make a homemade silencer.

- Was that on Rory's computer?
- No, this is Steve Sanner's.

Doubt our victim was looking up
ways to silently shoot himself.

People carry around their laptops.

His wife, Emily,
could have had access to it.

You think she killed him
to hang on to their fortune?

Wouldn't be the first time.

You know what this is,
don't you, Emily?

A water bottle?

Is that a filter?

It's a homemade silencer,

like the one used
to shoot your husband.

What?

We know Steve was about to go public

on his company's defective valve.

Would have sent C&S Medical
running for the hills.

No buyout.
No big bucks.

But with Steve dead,

his share of the company
reverts to you.

Is that what this is about?

He must have known
money never mattered to me.

Money matters to everyone.

He was so tortured.

I knew it had something
to do with his work.

And why didn't you
tell us that before?

I found this tucked into
the spokes of my son's bike.

Well, I think I know why Debbie
didn't come to us earlier.

Your boyfriend is on your desk.

Huh?

Hey.

Hey.

Wow. Twice in two days. A girl
could start to feel special.

You are special.

Shh! Come ... I'm at work, all right?

So, tell me how your case is going.

It's bad, Casey.

Debbie Tibbet was found dead.

Someone was threatening Emily Sanner.

We know it's about money,
but, you know,

whoever's doing this is just
a serious, cold-blooded killer.

I can't believe it's a classmate.

People do crazy things when
they're desperate, you know?

CSRU is processing Rory's car.

Okay.

I got to go tear apart
an insanely expensive ride.

Come to Afghanistan.
It's great.

120-degree heat.
You can eat dust all day.

You can wear a burka.

Oh, my God.
How totally fun.

Too bad ... murder calls.

I miss you.

I miss you, too.

I'm hearing everything you're saying.

Okay.

Bye, Jane.

Bye, Casey.

Traces of red clay on the gas
pedal and floor mats.

- No blood.
- Yeah, Rory was smart.

If he was the shooter,

he might have been wearing
something to cover his clothes.

Let's check the trunk.

Yeah.

Hey, can you shine
a U.V. Light in here?

Look.

That's steel wool, isn't it?

Used in the homemade silencer.

There. That's blood.

My office, my car,
now you're in my home, Rizzoli?

This is harassment.
I'm calling my lawyer.

Make sure you mention the blood
we found in your trunk.

Steve Sanner's blood.

Sir, ma'am, I'm gonna
ask these two officers

to escort you to your living room.

This is my house. I don't need
to go sit in my living room.

Honey, they have a warrant.

Babe ... I'd listen
to your lawyer wife.

Or we could arrest you

for interference
with a police officer.

This is bullshit.

I played a set once
at Stade Roland Garros ...

French open.

I'd love to hear about that...

When we're really old.

Can you check that for blood, please?

No sign of blood.

You know, Debbie's killer
made it look like

she hung herself in a chair.

Maybe that's because
she wasn't strong enough

to lift the body up.

"She"?

As in, Mrs. Graham?

Mm-hmm.

No, negative for blood.

But there are some rubber
pellets embedded in the heel.

Those are pieces of artificial turf.

Same stuff on the football field
where Steve Sanner was shot.

Where's Mrs. Graham?

I let her go to the bathroom.

Kate?

Kate, open the door.

- In a minute.
- No, now.

Since when am I not allowed

to go to the bathroom
in my own house?

Since you became a murder suspect.

I beg your pardon?

You're under arrest for
the murder of Steve Sanner

- and Debbie Tibbet.
- This is ridiculous.

I want my lawyer.

You threatened Debbie, didn't you?

Just like in high school,
and you scared her, too.

She didn't open her mouth
when Steve Sanner was murdered.

This is absurd.

I'm not even gonna dignify that
with a response.

Ow!
You're hurting me.

- Did you hear a flush?
- Nope.

Check the tank.

The drive's messed up,

but the ceramic disc inside
will be just fine.

Bet we'll find
all of Steve's files on it.

Isn't that fantastic, Kate?

Why'd you do it?

So you could live like this?
With Rory Graham?

I don't care how much money he has.

He's always gonna be a dickhead.

You don't have to tell me that.

"Get me a drink, babe.
Pick up my socks, babe.

You're putting on weight, babe."

- What the hell's going on here?
- Why don't you tell him, babe?

Your wife murdered your best friend

and Debbie Tibbet.

You what?

You weren't gonna take care of it.

You didn't even bother to look at

your stupid football bro's
laptop until I showed you.

Oh, boo-hoo.
We're making broken valves.

Why don't we all cry about it
like little girls

and take down the company?

He wasn't gonna talk!

Cuff him.

Wait, what?

You're under arrest for
the murder of Maria Korkman.

Maria Korkman?
The fat chick from high school?

No, the preschool teacher who
died from one of your valves,

the first of many of your victims,

which is second-degree
murder... babe.

Let's go.

When you invited me to play,

I thought you meant on actual courts.

This is how I used to play
when I was a kid.

We can go to my club.

They have fresh mint lemonade.

- Free refills?
- Yes!

No!

So, um, Casey called
this morning again.

Oh.

And I got those little
butterflies in my stomach

like I was 17 again.

Release of epinephrine.

Draws blood away from the stomach

and sends it to the muscles.

You are lovesick.

Wh...

The one who misses it gets it.

- Lovesick?
- Run.

It might balance high dopamine

and norepinephrine levels present

because of your inability
to consummate.

Stop. I'll ... I'll get the ball.

I'll race you for it.