Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 2, Episode 6 - Rebel Without a Pause - full transcript
Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles find themselves investigating a death that occurred during the re-enactment of of a Revolutionary War battle organized by a university professor, Dwayne Cravitz. They soon determine that far from being an accident, the shooting was from a sniper who was actually out to kill Cravitz. A DNA sample leads them to believe that the shooter is someone from his past. Maura meanwhile is thrown for a loop when her mother, the rich and beautiful Constance Isles, drops in for an unexpected visit. They have a strained relationship however with Mrs. Isles not quite sure how to be a mother to her daughter and Maura feeling intimidated and reduced to babbling in her presence.
Forward, march!
Halt! Make ready!
Aim! Fire!
Fire!
Halt! Make ready!
Aim! Fire!
Forward! March!
Halt! Aim! Fire!
Making croissants seems daunting...
...but really it's as easy
as making coq au vin.
- To think it takes two days.
- Mm-hm.
Julia Childs, I could buy
a tube of those croissant things...
...and serve them in 20 minutes.
No, throw it to sec- Come on!
Why are you yelling?
You can't change the outcome.
Really? Gee, I thought I could.
That would require crossing
the space-time continuum.
Go get the hand vacuum
and clean up your couch crumbs.
Ma, I'm trying to relax.
Okay, and we are trying to get ready
for a guest.
Help out.
Come on, Maura,
you'll give yourself an ulcer.
It's not royalty. It's your mom.
Ulcers are caused by H. Pylori,
a bacteria.
- Or critical mothers.
- I'm not critical.
- Am I?
- She's never been to my house before.
Never?
Well, what do you do
when she visits Boston?
We just usually go
to one of my parents' homes in Europe.
Those tulips are wilting already.
Yes, I could see why you're
so ashamed of this hideous place...
...and forcing her to stay
in that disgusting guesthouse.
What are you talking about?
It's lovely.
If your mom is in the guesthouse...
- ... where are you staying?
- With you, of course.
Fine, but just know I don't serve
coq au vin. I serve...
...Cocoa Puffs.
I know.
- Rizzoli.
- Isles.
- Okay. I'll be right there.
- I'm on my way.
I haven't even had a chance
to pre-order the organic pig's trotters.
Are those fee-? I'm not eating feet.
- Gonna leave you the butcher's number.
- Sure.
- Come on.
- You should change.
- All right. I'll change in the car.
- Then I'm driving.
Come on. I hate it when you drive.
Well, I hate it more
when you undress and drive.
Bye, ma.
It's sort of a screwy hobby...
...but I used to love this
Rev War reenactment stuff.
It bugged me that they wouldn't let
women be minutemen.
Thousands of women served
as laundresses, nurses, seamstresses.
Gee, how fun is that?
All right, what do we got?
Probably a stupid accident. Before
everyone realized he wasn't faking...
...the whole thing was over.
It just takes one gun nut
smuggling in live ammo.
Found his I.D. in his powder horn.
"City I.D. Gabe Buckner, 27."
He was a garbage man.
Maybe it wasn't an accident.
- Maybe somebody wanted him dead.
- Perhaps someone who didn't recycle.
- Was that a joke?
- Only if it's funny.
That's an odd-looking entry wound.
What is that? Is that a musket?
It's no exit wound.
- It's an unusually ragged edge.
- So stabbed from a bayonet?
Colonial militia didn't use
bayonets till 1778.
Maura, shot or stabbed?
- Or did somebody chew on his hip?
- Oh, I don't think that's from a bite.
- Cavanaugh's here.
- Oh. This is a paid tourist attraction.
City's full of them,
celebrating Liberty Days.
Fascinating. He was a smithy.
Blacksmith.
Maura, it's pretend.
Perimeter's secured. What next?
- I'll have a coffee, two sugars, black.
- Oh. Make that two.
Cappuccino, please.
Only if there's one percent milk.
- Good thing you're not picky.
- Hey, I'm trying to make detective...
...not become a barista.
Know how many coffee runs
I had to make...
- ... working my way up?
- Nothing for me.
- Hustle, I'll let you help with statements.
- Deal.
Hey, I'll handle the media.
We don't wanna panic the tourists.
- For now, it's an accident. Got it?
- Yes, sir.
Put your backs into it, men.
What the hell is this meathead doing?
- Rizzoli, get him out of here?
- Yeah.
- Move it forward.
- Hey, whoa, whoa!
- Crime scene. You can't be here.
- I was attempting...
...to move this artillery piece
out of your way.
Commanding Officer General
Ezekiel Parker of the 16th Brigade.
I'm Martha Washington.
- Let me see your driver's license.
- Sure. Of course.
Dwayne Cravitz?
No wonder you went with Parker.
It is such a pleasure to meet you.
Dr. Maura Isles.
Professor Cravitz is a leading
authority on colonialism.
- I'm a huge fan.
- You're a huge fan of colonialism?
No, of course not. He's also
the chair of American History...
- ... at Boston Cambridge University.
- Good doctor, your words flatter me.
I like your pretend accent.
It's quite authentic. Colonial Americans
spoke rhotic English in a variety...
...of regional dialects. Scots-Irish,
west country.
- Where is the coffee?
- I got something better.
Detective Rizzoli,
this is Maggie McGee.
That's her boyfriend
over on the ground.
I know this is difficult,
but we need to ask you questions.
Are you kidding?
I want those war freaks...
...to pay for what they've done.
Was your boyfriend having any
problems with the other reenactors?
- I'll say.
- Uh, was there anyone specific...
- ... who might have wanted Gabe dead?
- Oh, yeah.
All of them. They called him a "farb. "
"Far be it from authentic. "
Just because his uniform
was a poly-cotton blend.
Even his buttons weren't
historically accurate. You believe that?
Buttons? Just when you thought
you'd heard every motive.
Penetrating injury to the articular
surface of the femoral head.
- He bled out.
Huh.
Say, doc, I was, uh, ahem...
Uh, I was wondering if, uh...
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
Buddy of mine's
been having some chest pain.
Didn't you just have a physical?
How'd you know it was me?
Doctor says I'm fine.
So why am I short of breath?
Eating better, getting exercise.
- I feel worse.
- Experiencing dizziness...
- ... light-headedness?
- Maybe a little.
I want you to see a cardiac specialist.
Hey. Ballistics unit
checked the reenactors' weapons.
They're all replicas.
There's no sign anyone used live ammo,
at least not in the muskets.
Hmm.
Some kind of a projectile
perforated the iliac artery.
Copper-jacketed. Not from 1776.
Sheared off.
Looks like a. 22 caliber to me.
There appears to be a dark
granular substance on the exterior.
Transfer. That bullet ricocheted.
So our shooter wasn't aiming
at old Gabe here.
Well, if Gabe was collateral damage...
...then who was our gunman
trying to kill?
So we could be looking for a sniper.
Wonder why he just shot once.
Why shoot once
if Gabe wasn't his target?
There are 48 reenactors, 24 patriots...
...24 redcoats. All of them
were at the mock battle.
All clean.
No one has a criminal record.
Any other bullets at the crime scene?
Just the one Dr. Isles dug out
of the dead guy.
Again, if our shooter missed,
why didn't he take another shot?
Not like he couldn't. Loud mock battle?
Easily cover the sound of gunfire.
- What the hell are you eating?
- Bean chili and a side of zucchini.
Don't ride with him. Phew.
- Since when did you become a vegan?
- A who?
"What. " It's the practice of eliminating
animal products from your diet.
Give up burgers? That's like
asking me to give up my boat.
How can you be
this big animal lover...
- ... and eat their flesh?
- I'm a complicated man.
- What do you got?
- Identified the substance...
...on the bullet. It's ferrous oxide.
Iron. Look at the ping mark.
Well, I can't confirm
without more tests.
We got confirmation.
The bullet that killed Gabe...
...ricocheted off this cannon.
If we figure out who was around-
We can figure out who the shooter
was aiming at.
Laser will help us determine
where the shot came from.
Let's go.
- Online shoe sale about to close?
- I'm plugging in empirical data...
...to back-extrapolate
the pre-impact orientation of the bullet.
Okay. See that laser?
It does the same thing.
- I'm very good at trigonometry.
- What a relief.
So once I input the type of bullet...
...approximate the density
of the cannon...
...it appears the shooter was
243.84 centimeters off the ground.
What, you mean up there?
There we go.
Okay, can you give me a boost?
- Okay.
- Maura, no. Frost.
I can get the crime-scene techs here,
all right?
Oh, no, I was best tree climber
year six at my boarding school.
Frost, can you hand me my kit?
Yeah. Here you go.
- You look ridiculous.
- I'm collecting forensic evidence.
Give me ridiculousness
or give me death.
Jokes are supposed to be funny.
Remember Thomas Paine?
- Patrick Henry.
Hey, found something.
Frankie, give me your hat.
- Don't you want an evidence bag?
- No. Give me your hat.
Come on.
Hey. Hello, Starsky.
Starsky? We're looking for a sniper
who's shooting people in parks.
Wanna hurry, Sergeant Dolittle?
Oh, come on, Jane.
Starsky deserves a chance.
- I found something.
- What is it, Hutch, the injured squirrel?
Torn skin embedded in the bark.
There's something else in there.
Hold on.
Thick, dark-brown, oily substance.
Cosmoline. Gun oil. Used for storing
and preserving firearms.
That's a good position
for shooting someone.
- But why'd he fire only once?
- He didn't.
Found a second shell casing.
Stove-piped. That's why he stopped.
His gun jammed.
Okay, who was standing
around that cannon?
I need to know who was positioned...
...in the immediate vicinity
of the cannon.
Ah. Our regiment engages in improvised
tactical demonstrations.
So spectators feel
a certain authenticity.
- Which means you don't know.
- War is hell, detective Rizzoli.
- Pure unadulterated chaos.
- Good tip.
Uh, were there any problems
between your members?
My men are after freedom,
not each other.
Enoch Byrd is a farmer.
Josiah Hall is a cobbler.
And Archibald Chestnut's
a blacksmith.
Archibald was a garbage man
named Gabe Buckner...
...and he's dead,
which is why we're here.
Nicole, you may, uh,
put the tray on the desk.
Sugar was a true luxury item in 1774.
Imagine what they would have
charged for Splenda.
- None for me, thank you.
- Please. It's part of Nicole's education...
...as a PhD candidate.
I'm professor Cravitz's
teaching assistant.
Please, allow me to serve you.
Women were domestic slaves
during colonial times. Thank you.
Laundry lady, nurse, seamstress,
or domestic slave.
So many choices
and they all sound like so much fun.
I teach my students that the way
to understand the culture fully...
...is to experience it firsthand.
I'll have some. Thank you.
I'm pretty sure
there are laws against slavery.
Shh.
Thank you. That'll be all.
Parents know
they're spending 50,000...
...for their daughter
to learn how to serve tea?
- Fifty-seven thousand, six hundred dollars.
- Ugh.
It's an honor, Jane. You know,
only top students are offered...
...teaching-assistant positions.
Well, it's a massive waste
of their money and her IQ points.
Hello?
What?
No.
Yes. Um, okay.
Okay, thanks. Bye.
- UPS lose your shoes?
- No, it's my mother.
She's a day early.
She caught a ride on a friend's jet.
- Those pesky jets.
- Oh, my God. What am I gonna do?
Well, first of all, stop doing that.
Pig's trotters take two days
to marinate.
And we're in the middle of a case.
What do I do?
- Vasoconstriction. Hypercapnia.
- Okay. Please, get a hold of yourself.
Go on. You're all right.
Can you find a nice place in the kitchen,
play soft music?
Of course, sergeant. Starsky?
Yeah, he's in good hands with me.
- Hi.
- Getting some coffee.
- Caffeine increases blood pressure.
- Oh.
Stanley around?
- No. He took a personal day.
- Good.
- Can you cook a three-course dinner?
- Eleven.
- Eleven?
- Hors d'oeuvres, potage, poisson, entree.
Sandwiches, peanut butter and fluff,
or takeout.
What about relev?, sorbet, uh,
roti, legume?
Oh, sure, Maura.
We'll just call Stanley in.
Okay. Chef Renault.
Chef Renault from Maison De La Mer.
He will help.
You just tell him that it's for me.
- Sure.
- Goodbye.
Oh, hey, Frankie. Got your hat.
Thanks.
Just got off the phone
with a reporter about to go live...
- ... with the sniper story.
- Oh, come on.
Every nut job with a dialing finger
is gonna be calling in with a tip.
Yeah. It's gonna be a long night.
I better let the boys upstairs
know about this.
Crap, I'm supposed to be at Maura's.
Want some more practice
at detective work?
- Do you want pizza or a sub?
- I want you to answer my phone for me.
- Sure. No worries. I got it.
- Yeah?
Thanks a lot. I owe you one.
- Night, guys.
Good night.
Boston homicide. Korsak speaking.
My mother is famous
for her dinner parties.
The apple didn't fall far from the tree.
Oh, no. I couldn't possibly
live up to her.
- She'll spot takeout in a second.
- Stop worrying.
You're the perfect daughter.
- And you're late.
- Oh, I'm not perfect. Darn.
- Cannolis.
- Ah! What are you doing?
We already have dessert.
Besides, cannolis aren't sophisticated.
Well, neither are we.
I got them for you.
- Oh. You got them for me?
- Yeah.
You're the perfect daughter.
- Okay. Okay.
- Okay. Let's go.
- Okay.
- Okay. Don't worry.
You look beautiful. Go on.
- Hello, mother.
- Hello, darling.
- You look well.
- Thank you.
Mm-mm. Country mice, meet city mice.
Oh, my God. She's gorgeous.
Stand up straight, Jane.
Oh, crap. I got cannoli oil
on my shirt.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Next month, I'm going to be lecturing
in, uh, Stockholm, Sweden...
...on the objectification
of the female form...
- ... in post-war modernism.
- I find that fascinating.
What do you know
about post-war modernism?
I know a lot about the objectification
of the female form.
- Good point.
- Elbows off the table.
I thought I was perfect.
Did I tell you your father
is going to join me in Zagreb...
...for the German
Expressionist Festival?
That's great that you found time
in your busy schedule...
...to come to Boston
and visit your daughter.
Oh, well, I'm actually here
for an installation opening.
Oh. What are you installing?
- Sorry?
- Remember when I told you...
...about my mother's
modern art installation?
Let's have dessert. I made
poire belle H?l?ne. Your favorite.
Try the cannoli.
They're my ma's favorite.
- She says she's sorry.
- She's tired. Yes, I know.
- I didn't know you spoke French.
- I read body language.
- It was lovely to meet you both.
- You too.
Um, I thought you were staying.
I prepared the guesthouse.
Didn't I mention
the gallery organized...
...for me to stay at the Ritz?
And I already checked in.
- Of course.
- But I will see you tomorrow evening...
...for the welcoming dinner
and you'll be my date.
- Sounds lovely.
- Please come to the opening.
Just call the gallery
and have them put you on the list.
The list. Yeah, sure.
Ma.
Wow. She is...
...so, uh, put together.
Yeah, she's hard to get to know.
Oh, I think I got a pretty good idea.
Ma, really, with the pots and the pans,
Cincinnati can hear you.
See, you could have that
for a mother. Nosy and loud.
- And warm, involved.
- Grass is always greener.
Yeah.
You know, I used to dream
that I was adopted.
- Really?
- Yeah.
And my pretend mom was chic
and glamorous and educated.
I always wondered what it would be like
to have a mother...
...who cut the crusts
off my sandwiches.
Annoying.
Rizzoli.
Where? I'll be right there.
Come on.
We got another sniper shooting.
Oh, God.
Same casing as our Rev War shooting,
.22 caliber.
Same shooter, what's he doing here?
I don't know,
but we got another dead man.
He wasn't shot.
He died of cardiac arrest.
That's still murder.
I'll do what I can to play it down.
How are we gonna play down
a sniper on the loose?
- I don't know.
Are you okay?
Yeah. Heartburn.
As you can imagine,
Liberty Days are really taking a beating...
...because of all of this,
and officials say...
...it's fear over the Boston Sniper
keeping people in their homes.
The big question now is
where is this guy gonna strike next?
Boston sniper. Come on.
I think they should call him "The sniper
who couldn't shoot straight. "
Get it? Because he keeps missing?
Yeah. That was- I-
That's a good joke, Maura.
Really?
Oh.
Well, there's no indication
of cardiac disease.
The stress from the gunshots
triggered a heart attack.
Great, so we can charge
our sniper with two homicides...
...one by ricochet, one by fear.
Who is this guy?
You know, snipers shoot to kill.
Guy has missed people both times.
Is he trying to send a message?
Message is perfectly clear.
I need target practice.
Okay. You do your job
so I can do mine.
Yes. Of course, detective.
Maura, I'm sorry.
- It's not you.
- Is it your mother?
It's just, it's hard to have her here
and not see her.
When I was little,
I wanted to be with her all the time.
I wanted to be on Mars, alone.
"Jane, did you do your
homework? Jane, did you clean your room?
Jane, Jane- "
She lives to hover.
Woman was a helicopter mother...
...before they even invented the term.
Come on. Let's get you ready
for your artsy-fartsy dinner...
- ... with your globe-trotting mother.
Got the ballistics back.
Definitely the same ammunition
in both shootings. Get this.
- The bullets are at least 30 years old.
- That'd explain why the gun jammed.
Ammo's too old to trace
where it was purchased...
...but look at the ballistics
fingerprinting.
AR-7 Armalite rifle. It's old too.
Yeah, Air Force issued them
to pilots between '59 and '73.
It's compact, three-piece.
Easy to smuggle into a Rev War
reenactment without anybody noticing.
Long shot,
but check the military records.
- On it.
- All right.
- My mother.
- My ma too.
- Hello? Oh.
- Hey, ma.
- What's up?
- Sure.
- All right. Calm down.
- Of course.
- I'll be right there.
- Bye.
My mother's having
a bird emergency.
Mine's changing dinner plans.
Come on. Let's go help.
Oh, I went to go check up
on Starsky after the lunch rush.
You took care of a sick parakeet
around food?
Of course not. I put him
by a sack of yams in the pantry.
You've gotta help him.
Sergeant Korsak will never forgive me
if something happens to him.
Can you get me a bowl
of hot water and some towels?
Okay. Okay.
- Can you really save him?
- No.
I just didn't want your mother
to see him die.
- Looks like avian flu.
- Avian flu? What the hell?
You can only contract it
if you ingest his feces...
- ... or give him mouth-to-mouth.
- Stop.
Korsak's here.
- Hey. Any break in the case?
Maybe.
Reenactors are gonna
give the garbage man...
- ... an 18th-century wake.
- Good. We should go.
Uh, yeah. I'll catch up with you.
I need to check something.
In the kitchen?
Oh, all right. It's Starsky.
It's cold up there and Frost
doesn't like him. He can feel it.
Well, it's a bad time.
- Uh, Ma is giving him a bird bath.
Oh.
But the wake, we should go.
We gotta wear period costumes
or they won't let us in.
I have wonderful contacts
at the historical society.
No, you can't go.
You have dinner with your mom.
Oh, no, you don't.
She called to cancel, didn't she?
It's not her fault, it...
The dinner was a private affair.
No guests.
You're not a guest.
You're her daughter.
You should come with us.
Okay? It'd be great to have
your historical society contacts.
Yeah. Yeah. See you.
Where's Starsky?
He's dead? And you put him in- Ugh.
- Where's ma?
- Told her I'd take care of him.
- You lied.
- No.
No, I just didn't say that...
...I was taking care
of his funeral arrangements.
I can't believe I let you talk me
into wearing this.
I don't think this thing's
been washed since 1776.
You're not used to
the Linsey-Woolsey fabric.
- Told you to wear the silk polonaise.
- Whale bones digging into my boobs...
- ... would have been more comfortable.
- The wig's scratchy, but we blend in.
Yeah. Totally.
You're just in time.
We're about to begin the eulogies.
The victim's girlfriend is here.
Let us raise our tankards high.
- In memory of a great and noble-
- Garbage man.
spirit.
- It's like we've stepped back in time.
Here, here.
- Maura.
-18th-century beer sucks.
You made a joke.
The crimson fountain has opened.
Let every man gird himself for battle,
but be not afraid...
...for God is on our side.
Gun!
Go, go, go.
- Nothing. You?
- No.
- Who was he after?
- I think we got a witness.
- You saw something?
- Oh, yeah. The whole thing.
I go out for a smoke and all of a sudden,
there's all these bangs.
Bang, you know?
- Gunshots.
- Yeah, that's it.
So I look up
and there's this car speeding off.
- Okay. So you saw the car.
- Oh, yeah. I got a good look at it.
- It was white.
- The most popular car color, great.
I'll pull the surveillance,
compare it to the other crime scenes.
Get everybody in BRIC to help.
Look for every white car...
...near the shootings. Thank you.
He starts by shooting at a group
of reenactors at Olmsted Park.
He goes after shoppers
on Newbury Street, seems random.
Then he tries to hit the reenactors
again at the wake. Not random.
- The three shootings don't make sense.
- What if the Newbury Street shooting...
...was staged...
...to keep us off the reenactors?
So he could come finish the job
at the Irish bar?
Yeah, that's what I'm thinking.
I'm also thinking we should find this guy
before he strikes again.
I think we just got lucky.
Got a white Chevy that was in the vicinity
of Olmsted Park during the reenactment.
- Same car was also near the Irish bar.
Nice work.
Car is registered
to Kathleen Dunn of Dorchester.
She's got a record. Food-stamp fraud.
Doesn't sound like a killer.
Let's go talk to her.
- We're looking for Kathleen Dunn.
- She's inside.
Who are you?
- Boston homicide, ma'am.
Benjamin. Get in the house. Now.
Kathleen. Get your butt out here.
Homicide? The virgin mother
and all the saints.
- What the hell she do this time?
- Just wanna talk to her.
Is that your car?
Why?
- Routine follow-up. That's all.
- Don't know. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't.
Such a smart mouth.
- Answer the damn question.
- Mind your own business.
Why don't you lose the mouth?
Take her off my hands.
- I thought my mom was tough.
- Save it.
You're not making a connection.
I'm not spilling my guts.
- You people are fishing.
We're being polite, Ms. Dunn.
- We know that car is registered to you.
- We can and will get a search warrant.
If you had enough to get
a search warrant...
...you'd be handing it to me.
Gee, you think she knows the system?
Kathleen is smart. She knows
if we don't find probable cause...
...we're not getting near her.
She goes after the same group twice,
then stages a random shooting.
She's either after somebody
in the group-
Or she's a whack job
who enjoys watching us run around.
Your mother's a regular
Florence Nightingale.
It's a miracle.
Starsky's never looked better.
- Starsky's better?
- You look surprised.
Me? No.
Yeah, she does have a healer's touch.
Yum. What are we eating now?
What is that, dirt-covered Styrofoam?
Low-carb, gluten-free, high-fiber.
Ew. No, thank you.
Ooh. Why are we so fancy?
I am going to my mother's
gallery opening.
- She gonna put you on the list?
- We can get in.
Who's we?
- How long you been eating these?
- Couple weeks.
Part of my whole new health regime.
It's not a heart attack, sergeant.
What?
It's gas.
Given the fiber content,
I imagine quite a lot.
He's been making enough
to float the Hindenburg.
Hydrogen gas was unfairly blamed
for that.
Yet human gas is actually a mixture.
Hydrogen, carbon dioxide, methane.
Most people produce about
a half a liter a day.
Well, exactly how much
fart gas is Korsak making?
Probably twice that amount. Heh.
Would you rather I had a heart attack?
Just stay away from those crackers
and beans and you'll be fine.
I was hoping you would go
to the installation with me.
Oh, God, Maura. I wish I could, but...
- ... no.
- She loves modern art.
You know what, Jane? We got this.
- You go.
Yeah, go.
We know how much
you like fresh ideas...
...and crazy colors
and cubes and things.
I'm so glad you've opened
your mind to it.
- Yeah.
- You two have fun, now.
Thanks, guys. Bye.
How did Starsky
make such a miraculous recovery?
Luckily, the pet store
carries parakeets.
I'm sorry. This is a private gathering.
Oh, this is Dr. Maura Isles.
She's the artist's daughter.
Ah.
Really? She couldn't even be
bothered to put you on the list?
She was busy.
She said she'd try.
- Yeah. I don't see you.
- You see me now?
- Detective Jane Rizzoli.
- Uh, yeah. Go ahead.
Hanging water bottles is art?
It's, uh, an iconic representation...
...of the deconstruction
of our food chain...
- ... as a symbol of neo-urbanity.
- I could do that.
Yes, but then it wouldn't be art.
Hello, darling. You made it.
Sorry we had to crash.
Your daughter wasn't on the list.
Oh, sorry. Sorry.
Mother, it's exquisite.
It's both witty and full of pathos.
- It is, isn't it?
- Oh, it is.
So nice to see you again, Jane.
You too.
Maura, would you mind getting us
something to drink?
I'd love to get to know
your mother better.
Um, sure. Excuse me.
- Nice of you to come.
- Thank you.
I love your
hanging water bottles.
They make me feel very guilty,
and I'll never buy water again.
I can see why Maura likes you.
You're direct.
It's kind of refreshing.
I'm protective.
Maura's my best friend.
I sense that, um, there's something
you'd like to say to me.
Yeah. There is. I don't like seeing
my best friend hurt.
You think I hurt her?
Not staying with her,
canceling dinner...
...forgetting to put her on the list
of your installation?
Yeah, I think that hurts her.
She's the chief medical examiner.
She has her own life.
You're both out there
working an important case.
It's all over the news.
I didn't want to be in her way.
She must know
how proud I am of her.
How much I love her.
Not really the signals you're sending.
You were too busy
while she was growing up...
...and now you're blaming her
for being too busy?
I was...
I was never any good at it.
- At what?
- Being a mother.
I feel like I just...
- I missed so much.
- Why don't you just tell her that?
So sorry to interrupt, but our patrons
are waiting for your speech.
Uh, would you excuse me?
Korsak. What do you got?
A connection between
the Rev War group and Kathleen.
She was Cravitz's T.A. at BCU.
- Kathleen Dunn went to BCU?
- Yeah. On a full ride.
Dropped out as a freshman
a month after she filed a rape charge.
Anything to it?
Seems like it. Police did a rape kit
but it was never processed.
- Did she name her rapist?
- Yeah. Cravitz.
All right. Thanks. I'll be right there.
Jane, what is it?
Well, it seems like 18 years ago...
...our suspect claims
that she was raped...
...by one of the Rev War reenactors.
- Which one?
- Professor Cravitz.
This is bullshit. You better
not have torn apart my house.
Nobody tore apart
your house, Kathleen.
- We did find these, though.
Valedictorian.
Full scholarship.
Everything going for you.
- Until you became Cravitz's intern.
- I didn't do anything.
You filed a rape charge against
your professor but you didn't pursue it.
That was a long time ago.
We have your stepfather's
military records from 1967.
He was issued an AR-7 Armalite rifle.
Fires. 22-caliber bullets,
same as our shootings.
Why, Kathleen?
Why go after Cravitz 18 years later?
I'm not saying he didn't deserve it.
Why try to kill your rapist now?
You worried about your house?
I guarantee we will turn your life inside-
I wanted to change history.
But you can't.
That man ruined my life.
Jane. I got the DNA results back
from the skin that we found on the tree.
We got a full confession
from Kathleen Dunn.
But the DNA was male.
- You sure?
Yes.
My gut said that was too easy.
Nobody rolls over that quickly
unless they're covering for someone.
This is not your brother, Kathleen.
- Yes, it is.
Ben is your son.
Born nine months after you reported
being raped by your professor.
Ben doesn't know the truth.
He will never know.
He knows, Kathleen. He knows you're
his mother and Cravitz is his father.
That's why he tried to kill him
at the reenactment.
He's smart. Tried to throw us off the trail
at Newbury Street.
Until he could try again.
That's when he fired
at Cravitz outside the bar.
No. No. Ben has an alibi.
Friends were throwing him a party.
- I can prove it.
- You figured out what Ben was up to.
You made sure he had an alibi.
Because you knew he wouldn't stop
until he killed his father.
And that's why
you were gonna do it for him.
That was you outside the Irish bar,
wasn't it?
Yes. Yes, it was me. It was all me.
- Where is he? Where's Ben?
- This is all my fault.
I should never have told him.
But he kept asking me questions
about his father...
...and I thought he was old enough
to know the truth.
How do you tell a child
his father is a rapist?
Please.
Please.
It wasn't him. He didn't do it.
I did. Just...
He's on his way to a better life.
- He's going to college.
- Where is he, Kathleen?
He's gone.
I took him to the airport
this morning.
What do you want to bet
Ben didn't get on that plane? Hmm?
Greetings, fair citizens.
And welcome to our monthly
town hall meeting.
As you know, the colonists were angry
about the writs of assistance...
...which they argued
violated natural rights...
...described by John Locke
during the enlightenment.
- Do you have a question, young lad?
- Yes.
What about my mother's rights?
She was your student.
- And you raped her!
Hey, Ben?
Hey. Put it down, all right?
Come on. Don't do this.
Your mother.
Hasn't she suffered enough?
- Get away from me.
- Wait a minute.
Listen to me, okay? I can help you.
I can talk to the D.A.
It was an accident.
You didn't mean to hurt those people.
- It won't make a difference.
It will. It will, Ben. Okay?
The truth will come out.
Let this man live with what he did
for the rest of his life.
No! No, please!
Please let me shoot him.
You don't understand
what he did to my mother.
All right, Ben.
- No. No.
You cannot believe
how healthy Starsky is.
Didn't you find he had more
turquoise feathers after he recovered?
Ow. Ahem.
- What's the matter?
- Gas pains.
Really?
My mother's here.
I thought she was in Paris.
She forgot to say goodbye.
May I join you?
Mother.
- What a lovely surprise.
- Hello, darling.
I couldn't go without seeing you
one more time.
- Sit.
- Um, here.
Oh, don't worry. I'm not that fussy.
- Here.
- Oh. Thank you.
Strange. Wonder where Maura gets it.
Ahem. You like greasy hamburgers?
Actually, I'd love a hamburger.
It's been years.
Oh, good, because this place
has some really good ones.
- After the health department shut it down.
- Health department?
- Mm-hm.
- Mom, it's a joke. She likes to kid.
Oh, great.
- Milkshake. I haven't had one for ages.
Oh, God, I love them.
- Really? I didn't know that.
- No?
I would like one. Strawberry.
- Since when do you like milkshakes?
- Since now.
- All right. I'm having a beer.
- A beer milkshake?
Yes. Uh, yes.
Beer milkshake. What all the mooks
here in Boston drink.
Okay. She's kidding.
She's kidding. It's another joke.
Well, I can certainly see
the family resemblance.
Well, I can see
the family resemblance too.
- You do?
- Yes, the two of you are so much alike.
- What is it?
- What is it?
- Nothing.
- Nothing.
You want a peanut?
- Really good.
- Thank you.
Have someone come by
and shell them for you.
Halt! Make ready!
Aim! Fire!
Fire!
Halt! Make ready!
Aim! Fire!
Forward! March!
Halt! Aim! Fire!
Making croissants seems daunting...
...but really it's as easy
as making coq au vin.
- To think it takes two days.
- Mm-hm.
Julia Childs, I could buy
a tube of those croissant things...
...and serve them in 20 minutes.
No, throw it to sec- Come on!
Why are you yelling?
You can't change the outcome.
Really? Gee, I thought I could.
That would require crossing
the space-time continuum.
Go get the hand vacuum
and clean up your couch crumbs.
Ma, I'm trying to relax.
Okay, and we are trying to get ready
for a guest.
Help out.
Come on, Maura,
you'll give yourself an ulcer.
It's not royalty. It's your mom.
Ulcers are caused by H. Pylori,
a bacteria.
- Or critical mothers.
- I'm not critical.
- Am I?
- She's never been to my house before.
Never?
Well, what do you do
when she visits Boston?
We just usually go
to one of my parents' homes in Europe.
Those tulips are wilting already.
Yes, I could see why you're
so ashamed of this hideous place...
...and forcing her to stay
in that disgusting guesthouse.
What are you talking about?
It's lovely.
If your mom is in the guesthouse...
- ... where are you staying?
- With you, of course.
Fine, but just know I don't serve
coq au vin. I serve...
...Cocoa Puffs.
I know.
- Rizzoli.
- Isles.
- Okay. I'll be right there.
- I'm on my way.
I haven't even had a chance
to pre-order the organic pig's trotters.
Are those fee-? I'm not eating feet.
- Gonna leave you the butcher's number.
- Sure.
- Come on.
- You should change.
- All right. I'll change in the car.
- Then I'm driving.
Come on. I hate it when you drive.
Well, I hate it more
when you undress and drive.
Bye, ma.
It's sort of a screwy hobby...
...but I used to love this
Rev War reenactment stuff.
It bugged me that they wouldn't let
women be minutemen.
Thousands of women served
as laundresses, nurses, seamstresses.
Gee, how fun is that?
All right, what do we got?
Probably a stupid accident. Before
everyone realized he wasn't faking...
...the whole thing was over.
It just takes one gun nut
smuggling in live ammo.
Found his I.D. in his powder horn.
"City I.D. Gabe Buckner, 27."
He was a garbage man.
Maybe it wasn't an accident.
- Maybe somebody wanted him dead.
- Perhaps someone who didn't recycle.
- Was that a joke?
- Only if it's funny.
That's an odd-looking entry wound.
What is that? Is that a musket?
It's no exit wound.
- It's an unusually ragged edge.
- So stabbed from a bayonet?
Colonial militia didn't use
bayonets till 1778.
Maura, shot or stabbed?
- Or did somebody chew on his hip?
- Oh, I don't think that's from a bite.
- Cavanaugh's here.
- Oh. This is a paid tourist attraction.
City's full of them,
celebrating Liberty Days.
Fascinating. He was a smithy.
Blacksmith.
Maura, it's pretend.
Perimeter's secured. What next?
- I'll have a coffee, two sugars, black.
- Oh. Make that two.
Cappuccino, please.
Only if there's one percent milk.
- Good thing you're not picky.
- Hey, I'm trying to make detective...
...not become a barista.
Know how many coffee runs
I had to make...
- ... working my way up?
- Nothing for me.
- Hustle, I'll let you help with statements.
- Deal.
Hey, I'll handle the media.
We don't wanna panic the tourists.
- For now, it's an accident. Got it?
- Yes, sir.
Put your backs into it, men.
What the hell is this meathead doing?
- Rizzoli, get him out of here?
- Yeah.
- Move it forward.
- Hey, whoa, whoa!
- Crime scene. You can't be here.
- I was attempting...
...to move this artillery piece
out of your way.
Commanding Officer General
Ezekiel Parker of the 16th Brigade.
I'm Martha Washington.
- Let me see your driver's license.
- Sure. Of course.
Dwayne Cravitz?
No wonder you went with Parker.
It is such a pleasure to meet you.
Dr. Maura Isles.
Professor Cravitz is a leading
authority on colonialism.
- I'm a huge fan.
- You're a huge fan of colonialism?
No, of course not. He's also
the chair of American History...
- ... at Boston Cambridge University.
- Good doctor, your words flatter me.
I like your pretend accent.
It's quite authentic. Colonial Americans
spoke rhotic English in a variety...
...of regional dialects. Scots-Irish,
west country.
- Where is the coffee?
- I got something better.
Detective Rizzoli,
this is Maggie McGee.
That's her boyfriend
over on the ground.
I know this is difficult,
but we need to ask you questions.
Are you kidding?
I want those war freaks...
...to pay for what they've done.
Was your boyfriend having any
problems with the other reenactors?
- I'll say.
- Uh, was there anyone specific...
- ... who might have wanted Gabe dead?
- Oh, yeah.
All of them. They called him a "farb. "
"Far be it from authentic. "
Just because his uniform
was a poly-cotton blend.
Even his buttons weren't
historically accurate. You believe that?
Buttons? Just when you thought
you'd heard every motive.
Penetrating injury to the articular
surface of the femoral head.
- He bled out.
Huh.
Say, doc, I was, uh, ahem...
Uh, I was wondering if, uh...
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
Buddy of mine's
been having some chest pain.
Didn't you just have a physical?
How'd you know it was me?
Doctor says I'm fine.
So why am I short of breath?
Eating better, getting exercise.
- I feel worse.
- Experiencing dizziness...
- ... light-headedness?
- Maybe a little.
I want you to see a cardiac specialist.
Hey. Ballistics unit
checked the reenactors' weapons.
They're all replicas.
There's no sign anyone used live ammo,
at least not in the muskets.
Hmm.
Some kind of a projectile
perforated the iliac artery.
Copper-jacketed. Not from 1776.
Sheared off.
Looks like a. 22 caliber to me.
There appears to be a dark
granular substance on the exterior.
Transfer. That bullet ricocheted.
So our shooter wasn't aiming
at old Gabe here.
Well, if Gabe was collateral damage...
...then who was our gunman
trying to kill?
So we could be looking for a sniper.
Wonder why he just shot once.
Why shoot once
if Gabe wasn't his target?
There are 48 reenactors, 24 patriots...
...24 redcoats. All of them
were at the mock battle.
All clean.
No one has a criminal record.
Any other bullets at the crime scene?
Just the one Dr. Isles dug out
of the dead guy.
Again, if our shooter missed,
why didn't he take another shot?
Not like he couldn't. Loud mock battle?
Easily cover the sound of gunfire.
- What the hell are you eating?
- Bean chili and a side of zucchini.
Don't ride with him. Phew.
- Since when did you become a vegan?
- A who?
"What. " It's the practice of eliminating
animal products from your diet.
Give up burgers? That's like
asking me to give up my boat.
How can you be
this big animal lover...
- ... and eat their flesh?
- I'm a complicated man.
- What do you got?
- Identified the substance...
...on the bullet. It's ferrous oxide.
Iron. Look at the ping mark.
Well, I can't confirm
without more tests.
We got confirmation.
The bullet that killed Gabe...
...ricocheted off this cannon.
If we figure out who was around-
We can figure out who the shooter
was aiming at.
Laser will help us determine
where the shot came from.
Let's go.
- Online shoe sale about to close?
- I'm plugging in empirical data...
...to back-extrapolate
the pre-impact orientation of the bullet.
Okay. See that laser?
It does the same thing.
- I'm very good at trigonometry.
- What a relief.
So once I input the type of bullet...
...approximate the density
of the cannon...
...it appears the shooter was
243.84 centimeters off the ground.
What, you mean up there?
There we go.
Okay, can you give me a boost?
- Okay.
- Maura, no. Frost.
I can get the crime-scene techs here,
all right?
Oh, no, I was best tree climber
year six at my boarding school.
Frost, can you hand me my kit?
Yeah. Here you go.
- You look ridiculous.
- I'm collecting forensic evidence.
Give me ridiculousness
or give me death.
Jokes are supposed to be funny.
Remember Thomas Paine?
- Patrick Henry.
Hey, found something.
Frankie, give me your hat.
- Don't you want an evidence bag?
- No. Give me your hat.
Come on.
Hey. Hello, Starsky.
Starsky? We're looking for a sniper
who's shooting people in parks.
Wanna hurry, Sergeant Dolittle?
Oh, come on, Jane.
Starsky deserves a chance.
- I found something.
- What is it, Hutch, the injured squirrel?
Torn skin embedded in the bark.
There's something else in there.
Hold on.
Thick, dark-brown, oily substance.
Cosmoline. Gun oil. Used for storing
and preserving firearms.
That's a good position
for shooting someone.
- But why'd he fire only once?
- He didn't.
Found a second shell casing.
Stove-piped. That's why he stopped.
His gun jammed.
Okay, who was standing
around that cannon?
I need to know who was positioned...
...in the immediate vicinity
of the cannon.
Ah. Our regiment engages in improvised
tactical demonstrations.
So spectators feel
a certain authenticity.
- Which means you don't know.
- War is hell, detective Rizzoli.
- Pure unadulterated chaos.
- Good tip.
Uh, were there any problems
between your members?
My men are after freedom,
not each other.
Enoch Byrd is a farmer.
Josiah Hall is a cobbler.
And Archibald Chestnut's
a blacksmith.
Archibald was a garbage man
named Gabe Buckner...
...and he's dead,
which is why we're here.
Nicole, you may, uh,
put the tray on the desk.
Sugar was a true luxury item in 1774.
Imagine what they would have
charged for Splenda.
- None for me, thank you.
- Please. It's part of Nicole's education...
...as a PhD candidate.
I'm professor Cravitz's
teaching assistant.
Please, allow me to serve you.
Women were domestic slaves
during colonial times. Thank you.
Laundry lady, nurse, seamstress,
or domestic slave.
So many choices
and they all sound like so much fun.
I teach my students that the way
to understand the culture fully...
...is to experience it firsthand.
I'll have some. Thank you.
I'm pretty sure
there are laws against slavery.
Shh.
Thank you. That'll be all.
Parents know
they're spending 50,000...
...for their daughter
to learn how to serve tea?
- Fifty-seven thousand, six hundred dollars.
- Ugh.
It's an honor, Jane. You know,
only top students are offered...
...teaching-assistant positions.
Well, it's a massive waste
of their money and her IQ points.
Hello?
What?
No.
Yes. Um, okay.
Okay, thanks. Bye.
- UPS lose your shoes?
- No, it's my mother.
She's a day early.
She caught a ride on a friend's jet.
- Those pesky jets.
- Oh, my God. What am I gonna do?
Well, first of all, stop doing that.
Pig's trotters take two days
to marinate.
And we're in the middle of a case.
What do I do?
- Vasoconstriction. Hypercapnia.
- Okay. Please, get a hold of yourself.
Go on. You're all right.
Can you find a nice place in the kitchen,
play soft music?
Of course, sergeant. Starsky?
Yeah, he's in good hands with me.
- Hi.
- Getting some coffee.
- Caffeine increases blood pressure.
- Oh.
Stanley around?
- No. He took a personal day.
- Good.
- Can you cook a three-course dinner?
- Eleven.
- Eleven?
- Hors d'oeuvres, potage, poisson, entree.
Sandwiches, peanut butter and fluff,
or takeout.
What about relev?, sorbet, uh,
roti, legume?
Oh, sure, Maura.
We'll just call Stanley in.
Okay. Chef Renault.
Chef Renault from Maison De La Mer.
He will help.
You just tell him that it's for me.
- Sure.
- Goodbye.
Oh, hey, Frankie. Got your hat.
Thanks.
Just got off the phone
with a reporter about to go live...
- ... with the sniper story.
- Oh, come on.
Every nut job with a dialing finger
is gonna be calling in with a tip.
Yeah. It's gonna be a long night.
I better let the boys upstairs
know about this.
Crap, I'm supposed to be at Maura's.
Want some more practice
at detective work?
- Do you want pizza or a sub?
- I want you to answer my phone for me.
- Sure. No worries. I got it.
- Yeah?
Thanks a lot. I owe you one.
- Night, guys.
Good night.
Boston homicide. Korsak speaking.
My mother is famous
for her dinner parties.
The apple didn't fall far from the tree.
Oh, no. I couldn't possibly
live up to her.
- She'll spot takeout in a second.
- Stop worrying.
You're the perfect daughter.
- And you're late.
- Oh, I'm not perfect. Darn.
- Cannolis.
- Ah! What are you doing?
We already have dessert.
Besides, cannolis aren't sophisticated.
Well, neither are we.
I got them for you.
- Oh. You got them for me?
- Yeah.
You're the perfect daughter.
- Okay. Okay.
- Okay. Let's go.
- Okay.
- Okay. Don't worry.
You look beautiful. Go on.
- Hello, mother.
- Hello, darling.
- You look well.
- Thank you.
Mm-mm. Country mice, meet city mice.
Oh, my God. She's gorgeous.
Stand up straight, Jane.
Oh, crap. I got cannoli oil
on my shirt.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Next month, I'm going to be lecturing
in, uh, Stockholm, Sweden...
...on the objectification
of the female form...
- ... in post-war modernism.
- I find that fascinating.
What do you know
about post-war modernism?
I know a lot about the objectification
of the female form.
- Good point.
- Elbows off the table.
I thought I was perfect.
Did I tell you your father
is going to join me in Zagreb...
...for the German
Expressionist Festival?
That's great that you found time
in your busy schedule...
...to come to Boston
and visit your daughter.
Oh, well, I'm actually here
for an installation opening.
Oh. What are you installing?
- Sorry?
- Remember when I told you...
...about my mother's
modern art installation?
Let's have dessert. I made
poire belle H?l?ne. Your favorite.
Try the cannoli.
They're my ma's favorite.
- She says she's sorry.
- She's tired. Yes, I know.
- I didn't know you spoke French.
- I read body language.
- It was lovely to meet you both.
- You too.
Um, I thought you were staying.
I prepared the guesthouse.
Didn't I mention
the gallery organized...
...for me to stay at the Ritz?
And I already checked in.
- Of course.
- But I will see you tomorrow evening...
...for the welcoming dinner
and you'll be my date.
- Sounds lovely.
- Please come to the opening.
Just call the gallery
and have them put you on the list.
The list. Yeah, sure.
Ma.
Wow. She is...
...so, uh, put together.
Yeah, she's hard to get to know.
Oh, I think I got a pretty good idea.
Ma, really, with the pots and the pans,
Cincinnati can hear you.
See, you could have that
for a mother. Nosy and loud.
- And warm, involved.
- Grass is always greener.
Yeah.
You know, I used to dream
that I was adopted.
- Really?
- Yeah.
And my pretend mom was chic
and glamorous and educated.
I always wondered what it would be like
to have a mother...
...who cut the crusts
off my sandwiches.
Annoying.
Rizzoli.
Where? I'll be right there.
Come on.
We got another sniper shooting.
Oh, God.
Same casing as our Rev War shooting,
.22 caliber.
Same shooter, what's he doing here?
I don't know,
but we got another dead man.
He wasn't shot.
He died of cardiac arrest.
That's still murder.
I'll do what I can to play it down.
How are we gonna play down
a sniper on the loose?
- I don't know.
Are you okay?
Yeah. Heartburn.
As you can imagine,
Liberty Days are really taking a beating...
...because of all of this,
and officials say...
...it's fear over the Boston Sniper
keeping people in their homes.
The big question now is
where is this guy gonna strike next?
Boston sniper. Come on.
I think they should call him "The sniper
who couldn't shoot straight. "
Get it? Because he keeps missing?
Yeah. That was- I-
That's a good joke, Maura.
Really?
Oh.
Well, there's no indication
of cardiac disease.
The stress from the gunshots
triggered a heart attack.
Great, so we can charge
our sniper with two homicides...
...one by ricochet, one by fear.
Who is this guy?
You know, snipers shoot to kill.
Guy has missed people both times.
Is he trying to send a message?
Message is perfectly clear.
I need target practice.
Okay. You do your job
so I can do mine.
Yes. Of course, detective.
Maura, I'm sorry.
- It's not you.
- Is it your mother?
It's just, it's hard to have her here
and not see her.
When I was little,
I wanted to be with her all the time.
I wanted to be on Mars, alone.
"Jane, did you do your
homework? Jane, did you clean your room?
Jane, Jane- "
She lives to hover.
Woman was a helicopter mother...
...before they even invented the term.
Come on. Let's get you ready
for your artsy-fartsy dinner...
- ... with your globe-trotting mother.
Got the ballistics back.
Definitely the same ammunition
in both shootings. Get this.
- The bullets are at least 30 years old.
- That'd explain why the gun jammed.
Ammo's too old to trace
where it was purchased...
...but look at the ballistics
fingerprinting.
AR-7 Armalite rifle. It's old too.
Yeah, Air Force issued them
to pilots between '59 and '73.
It's compact, three-piece.
Easy to smuggle into a Rev War
reenactment without anybody noticing.
Long shot,
but check the military records.
- On it.
- All right.
- My mother.
- My ma too.
- Hello? Oh.
- Hey, ma.
- What's up?
- Sure.
- All right. Calm down.
- Of course.
- I'll be right there.
- Bye.
My mother's having
a bird emergency.
Mine's changing dinner plans.
Come on. Let's go help.
Oh, I went to go check up
on Starsky after the lunch rush.
You took care of a sick parakeet
around food?
Of course not. I put him
by a sack of yams in the pantry.
You've gotta help him.
Sergeant Korsak will never forgive me
if something happens to him.
Can you get me a bowl
of hot water and some towels?
Okay. Okay.
- Can you really save him?
- No.
I just didn't want your mother
to see him die.
- Looks like avian flu.
- Avian flu? What the hell?
You can only contract it
if you ingest his feces...
- ... or give him mouth-to-mouth.
- Stop.
Korsak's here.
- Hey. Any break in the case?
Maybe.
Reenactors are gonna
give the garbage man...
- ... an 18th-century wake.
- Good. We should go.
Uh, yeah. I'll catch up with you.
I need to check something.
In the kitchen?
Oh, all right. It's Starsky.
It's cold up there and Frost
doesn't like him. He can feel it.
Well, it's a bad time.
- Uh, Ma is giving him a bird bath.
Oh.
But the wake, we should go.
We gotta wear period costumes
or they won't let us in.
I have wonderful contacts
at the historical society.
No, you can't go.
You have dinner with your mom.
Oh, no, you don't.
She called to cancel, didn't she?
It's not her fault, it...
The dinner was a private affair.
No guests.
You're not a guest.
You're her daughter.
You should come with us.
Okay? It'd be great to have
your historical society contacts.
Yeah. Yeah. See you.
Where's Starsky?
He's dead? And you put him in- Ugh.
- Where's ma?
- Told her I'd take care of him.
- You lied.
- No.
No, I just didn't say that...
...I was taking care
of his funeral arrangements.
I can't believe I let you talk me
into wearing this.
I don't think this thing's
been washed since 1776.
You're not used to
the Linsey-Woolsey fabric.
- Told you to wear the silk polonaise.
- Whale bones digging into my boobs...
- ... would have been more comfortable.
- The wig's scratchy, but we blend in.
Yeah. Totally.
You're just in time.
We're about to begin the eulogies.
The victim's girlfriend is here.
Let us raise our tankards high.
- In memory of a great and noble-
- Garbage man.
spirit.
- It's like we've stepped back in time.
Here, here.
- Maura.
-18th-century beer sucks.
You made a joke.
The crimson fountain has opened.
Let every man gird himself for battle,
but be not afraid...
...for God is on our side.
Gun!
Go, go, go.
- Nothing. You?
- No.
- Who was he after?
- I think we got a witness.
- You saw something?
- Oh, yeah. The whole thing.
I go out for a smoke and all of a sudden,
there's all these bangs.
Bang, you know?
- Gunshots.
- Yeah, that's it.
So I look up
and there's this car speeding off.
- Okay. So you saw the car.
- Oh, yeah. I got a good look at it.
- It was white.
- The most popular car color, great.
I'll pull the surveillance,
compare it to the other crime scenes.
Get everybody in BRIC to help.
Look for every white car...
...near the shootings. Thank you.
He starts by shooting at a group
of reenactors at Olmsted Park.
He goes after shoppers
on Newbury Street, seems random.
Then he tries to hit the reenactors
again at the wake. Not random.
- The three shootings don't make sense.
- What if the Newbury Street shooting...
...was staged...
...to keep us off the reenactors?
So he could come finish the job
at the Irish bar?
Yeah, that's what I'm thinking.
I'm also thinking we should find this guy
before he strikes again.
I think we just got lucky.
Got a white Chevy that was in the vicinity
of Olmsted Park during the reenactment.
- Same car was also near the Irish bar.
Nice work.
Car is registered
to Kathleen Dunn of Dorchester.
She's got a record. Food-stamp fraud.
Doesn't sound like a killer.
Let's go talk to her.
- We're looking for Kathleen Dunn.
- She's inside.
Who are you?
- Boston homicide, ma'am.
Benjamin. Get in the house. Now.
Kathleen. Get your butt out here.
Homicide? The virgin mother
and all the saints.
- What the hell she do this time?
- Just wanna talk to her.
Is that your car?
Why?
- Routine follow-up. That's all.
- Don't know. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't.
Such a smart mouth.
- Answer the damn question.
- Mind your own business.
Why don't you lose the mouth?
Take her off my hands.
- I thought my mom was tough.
- Save it.
You're not making a connection.
I'm not spilling my guts.
- You people are fishing.
We're being polite, Ms. Dunn.
- We know that car is registered to you.
- We can and will get a search warrant.
If you had enough to get
a search warrant...
...you'd be handing it to me.
Gee, you think she knows the system?
Kathleen is smart. She knows
if we don't find probable cause...
...we're not getting near her.
She goes after the same group twice,
then stages a random shooting.
She's either after somebody
in the group-
Or she's a whack job
who enjoys watching us run around.
Your mother's a regular
Florence Nightingale.
It's a miracle.
Starsky's never looked better.
- Starsky's better?
- You look surprised.
Me? No.
Yeah, she does have a healer's touch.
Yum. What are we eating now?
What is that, dirt-covered Styrofoam?
Low-carb, gluten-free, high-fiber.
Ew. No, thank you.
Ooh. Why are we so fancy?
I am going to my mother's
gallery opening.
- She gonna put you on the list?
- We can get in.
Who's we?
- How long you been eating these?
- Couple weeks.
Part of my whole new health regime.
It's not a heart attack, sergeant.
What?
It's gas.
Given the fiber content,
I imagine quite a lot.
He's been making enough
to float the Hindenburg.
Hydrogen gas was unfairly blamed
for that.
Yet human gas is actually a mixture.
Hydrogen, carbon dioxide, methane.
Most people produce about
a half a liter a day.
Well, exactly how much
fart gas is Korsak making?
Probably twice that amount. Heh.
Would you rather I had a heart attack?
Just stay away from those crackers
and beans and you'll be fine.
I was hoping you would go
to the installation with me.
Oh, God, Maura. I wish I could, but...
- ... no.
- She loves modern art.
You know what, Jane? We got this.
- You go.
Yeah, go.
We know how much
you like fresh ideas...
...and crazy colors
and cubes and things.
I'm so glad you've opened
your mind to it.
- Yeah.
- You two have fun, now.
Thanks, guys. Bye.
How did Starsky
make such a miraculous recovery?
Luckily, the pet store
carries parakeets.
I'm sorry. This is a private gathering.
Oh, this is Dr. Maura Isles.
She's the artist's daughter.
Ah.
Really? She couldn't even be
bothered to put you on the list?
She was busy.
She said she'd try.
- Yeah. I don't see you.
- You see me now?
- Detective Jane Rizzoli.
- Uh, yeah. Go ahead.
Hanging water bottles is art?
It's, uh, an iconic representation...
...of the deconstruction
of our food chain...
- ... as a symbol of neo-urbanity.
- I could do that.
Yes, but then it wouldn't be art.
Hello, darling. You made it.
Sorry we had to crash.
Your daughter wasn't on the list.
Oh, sorry. Sorry.
Mother, it's exquisite.
It's both witty and full of pathos.
- It is, isn't it?
- Oh, it is.
So nice to see you again, Jane.
You too.
Maura, would you mind getting us
something to drink?
I'd love to get to know
your mother better.
Um, sure. Excuse me.
- Nice of you to come.
- Thank you.
I love your
hanging water bottles.
They make me feel very guilty,
and I'll never buy water again.
I can see why Maura likes you.
You're direct.
It's kind of refreshing.
I'm protective.
Maura's my best friend.
I sense that, um, there's something
you'd like to say to me.
Yeah. There is. I don't like seeing
my best friend hurt.
You think I hurt her?
Not staying with her,
canceling dinner...
...forgetting to put her on the list
of your installation?
Yeah, I think that hurts her.
She's the chief medical examiner.
She has her own life.
You're both out there
working an important case.
It's all over the news.
I didn't want to be in her way.
She must know
how proud I am of her.
How much I love her.
Not really the signals you're sending.
You were too busy
while she was growing up...
...and now you're blaming her
for being too busy?
I was...
I was never any good at it.
- At what?
- Being a mother.
I feel like I just...
- I missed so much.
- Why don't you just tell her that?
So sorry to interrupt, but our patrons
are waiting for your speech.
Uh, would you excuse me?
Korsak. What do you got?
A connection between
the Rev War group and Kathleen.
She was Cravitz's T.A. at BCU.
- Kathleen Dunn went to BCU?
- Yeah. On a full ride.
Dropped out as a freshman
a month after she filed a rape charge.
Anything to it?
Seems like it. Police did a rape kit
but it was never processed.
- Did she name her rapist?
- Yeah. Cravitz.
All right. Thanks. I'll be right there.
Jane, what is it?
Well, it seems like 18 years ago...
...our suspect claims
that she was raped...
...by one of the Rev War reenactors.
- Which one?
- Professor Cravitz.
This is bullshit. You better
not have torn apart my house.
Nobody tore apart
your house, Kathleen.
- We did find these, though.
Valedictorian.
Full scholarship.
Everything going for you.
- Until you became Cravitz's intern.
- I didn't do anything.
You filed a rape charge against
your professor but you didn't pursue it.
That was a long time ago.
We have your stepfather's
military records from 1967.
He was issued an AR-7 Armalite rifle.
Fires. 22-caliber bullets,
same as our shootings.
Why, Kathleen?
Why go after Cravitz 18 years later?
I'm not saying he didn't deserve it.
Why try to kill your rapist now?
You worried about your house?
I guarantee we will turn your life inside-
I wanted to change history.
But you can't.
That man ruined my life.
Jane. I got the DNA results back
from the skin that we found on the tree.
We got a full confession
from Kathleen Dunn.
But the DNA was male.
- You sure?
Yes.
My gut said that was too easy.
Nobody rolls over that quickly
unless they're covering for someone.
This is not your brother, Kathleen.
- Yes, it is.
Ben is your son.
Born nine months after you reported
being raped by your professor.
Ben doesn't know the truth.
He will never know.
He knows, Kathleen. He knows you're
his mother and Cravitz is his father.
That's why he tried to kill him
at the reenactment.
He's smart. Tried to throw us off the trail
at Newbury Street.
Until he could try again.
That's when he fired
at Cravitz outside the bar.
No. No. Ben has an alibi.
Friends were throwing him a party.
- I can prove it.
- You figured out what Ben was up to.
You made sure he had an alibi.
Because you knew he wouldn't stop
until he killed his father.
And that's why
you were gonna do it for him.
That was you outside the Irish bar,
wasn't it?
Yes. Yes, it was me. It was all me.
- Where is he? Where's Ben?
- This is all my fault.
I should never have told him.
But he kept asking me questions
about his father...
...and I thought he was old enough
to know the truth.
How do you tell a child
his father is a rapist?
Please.
Please.
It wasn't him. He didn't do it.
I did. Just...
He's on his way to a better life.
- He's going to college.
- Where is he, Kathleen?
He's gone.
I took him to the airport
this morning.
What do you want to bet
Ben didn't get on that plane? Hmm?
Greetings, fair citizens.
And welcome to our monthly
town hall meeting.
As you know, the colonists were angry
about the writs of assistance...
...which they argued
violated natural rights...
...described by John Locke
during the enlightenment.
- Do you have a question, young lad?
- Yes.
What about my mother's rights?
She was your student.
- And you raped her!
Hey, Ben?
Hey. Put it down, all right?
Come on. Don't do this.
Your mother.
Hasn't she suffered enough?
- Get away from me.
- Wait a minute.
Listen to me, okay? I can help you.
I can talk to the D.A.
It was an accident.
You didn't mean to hurt those people.
- It won't make a difference.
It will. It will, Ben. Okay?
The truth will come out.
Let this man live with what he did
for the rest of his life.
No! No, please!
Please let me shoot him.
You don't understand
what he did to my mother.
All right, Ben.
- No. No.
You cannot believe
how healthy Starsky is.
Didn't you find he had more
turquoise feathers after he recovered?
Ow. Ahem.
- What's the matter?
- Gas pains.
Really?
My mother's here.
I thought she was in Paris.
She forgot to say goodbye.
May I join you?
Mother.
- What a lovely surprise.
- Hello, darling.
I couldn't go without seeing you
one more time.
- Sit.
- Um, here.
Oh, don't worry. I'm not that fussy.
- Here.
- Oh. Thank you.
Strange. Wonder where Maura gets it.
Ahem. You like greasy hamburgers?
Actually, I'd love a hamburger.
It's been years.
Oh, good, because this place
has some really good ones.
- After the health department shut it down.
- Health department?
- Mm-hm.
- Mom, it's a joke. She likes to kid.
Oh, great.
- Milkshake. I haven't had one for ages.
Oh, God, I love them.
- Really? I didn't know that.
- No?
I would like one. Strawberry.
- Since when do you like milkshakes?
- Since now.
- All right. I'm having a beer.
- A beer milkshake?
Yes. Uh, yes.
Beer milkshake. What all the mooks
here in Boston drink.
Okay. She's kidding.
She's kidding. It's another joke.
Well, I can certainly see
the family resemblance.
Well, I can see
the family resemblance too.
- You do?
- Yes, the two of you are so much alike.
- What is it?
- What is it?
- Nothing.
- Nothing.
You want a peanut?
- Really good.
- Thank you.
Have someone come by
and shell them for you.