Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 3, Episode 1 - What Doesn't Kill You - full transcript

And we are live with a big story...

just breaking up not long ago,
with an undercover operation

turned into a bloodbath
when Boston homicide detectives

opened fire in
the warehouse behind me.

Now, details are still emerging,
but we can confirm now...

one dead, two wounded in the shooting.

- I shot my best friend's father.
- You had no choice.

Yeah, tell that to Maura.

Jane, you shot a man who is
head of the Irish mob,

20 years on the run,
suspected of 15 murders.

Well, he was nice to her, though.



Biology doesn't make him her father
or mean you stop doing your job.

My god, I didn't think this was
the way we'd take down Paddy Doyle.

You shouldn't have
come here by yourself.

Why not?

Kevin, don't! Don't!

No!

Maura!

- Maura.
- Don't touch him!

- Maura...
- No, I mean it!

Don't you dare touch him.

Oh, god.
She hates me.

She's just in shock, Jane.

- Take your jacket!
- Maura, come on.

I had to. Paddy showed up,
and he shot our suspect.



No, he shot the guy
who tried to run me over

with his car yesterday...
put my mother in the hospital.

Look, we had a handle on it
until Paddy crashed our operation.

Oh, you mean your boyfriend
had a handle on it?

Thanks for letting me know that
agent Dean was planning to join us.

I didn't know he was gonna
follow us in there!

What'd you expect him to do?

He's a federal agent!
Paddy shot him!

In the leg! If Paddy wanted
Dean dead, he'd be dead!

What are you saying?

You don't think your father
was there to take us all out?

- Shoot me, too?
- He was only there to protect me.

If that's what you think,
you are naive...

or ignorant...
or I don't know what.

Well, at least I don't play
judge and jury and kill people.

You guys will make up.

Yeah. Yeah, that's what
they said about the Beatles.

We should have never
let her do this.

Never.

This is my first
undercover assignment.

Wait.

I'm doin' a U.C.

I feel like Donnie Brasco.

Well, you don't look like him.
Can you keep it down, please?

All right, we're gonna tuck
this wire right here.

The microphone doesn't make me

look like I have three breasts, does it?

Well, some guys are into that.

Is this what you'd wear
to an undercover operation?

- I feel a little dressy.
- I'd wear a flak jacket.

Oh, you know,
I know this sounds vain,

- ... but I couldn't be a cop.
- You, vain?

Well, even you look a little
chunky in a flak jacket.

Wow, really? Okay.

Well, thank you very much,
and you know what?

I think your little
medical examiner get-ups

make you look like a trash collector.

You do? So do I!

I always feel a little dumpy.

- Put your jacket on.
- Okay.

You want to know
what's truly odd about you?

Ah, I'm not sure.

You are the dumbest genius I know.

"I'm not sure" means "pause. "

It means do not blurt
your subconscious thoughts.

Oh, right. Sorry.

Is this displaced aggression
because I get to go undercover,

and you have to be my backup?

Yes.

- We should get in there.
- Okay. Let's go.

Listen to me. All right?
This is serious.

Somebody is trying to kill you to
stop you from investigating a murder.

You don't have to tell me that.

I was there when he nearly
drove over my mother.

You know we're only
letting you do this

because we're hoping
that whoever this guy is,

he is desperate enough to follow you

into that warehouse
and try again, all right?

But we're gonna be there this time.

I'm ready. Wait... what do
you guys say to each other

right before you pull the string?

- It's called a sting, Maura.
- Sting.

We say, "don't get made. "

I like that.
"Don't get made. "

Don't look so worried.
What could go wrong?

- Rizzoli.
- Yeah?

I need to know what the
hell just happened.

I got a dead suspect and an FBI
agent with a bullet in his leg.

Agent Dean's gonna be fine.
It was a through and through.

And I got one of the FBI's
most wanted fugitives

dropping into the middle of my
peoples' undercover operation?

- Is Paddy gonna die?
- It doesn't look good.

You should have told me you knew
Paddy Doyle was in town.

- Yeah, I know. I know.
- Give me your gun.

- What?
- It's evidence now.

Now get your ass
back to headquarters.

Captain Connors is gonna
need to interview you.

Since when does the head of
internal affairs do interviews?

Since now.

- Hey, Ralph.
- Hey, officer Wisniewski.

Feeling lucky today.

A 20-year search for mobster
Paddy Doyle ended today.

One for the good guys, huh?

Yeah, but someone worse
could take over.

At least Paddy Doyle was from
southie, played by some rules.

...is in fact the father
of Dr. Maura Isles.

Can you believe that's his daughter?

You think that's good? Get this.

Cop who shot him and the M.E.
are best friends.

You can't make this stuff up.

How long have you known

that your friend is
Paddy Doyle's daughter?

Well, what does that have
to do with the shootings?

- Answer the question.
- Two years.

Were you aware that Paddy Doyle
would be there?

No.

- Why was agent Dean there?
- I don't know.

What's your relationship
with agent Dean?

We're colleagues.

Do you... have sexual relations
with all your colleagues?

Excuse me?

Crap.
Did you know this, Vince?

...has nothing to do with the
fact that Doyle shot agent Dean

and then he pointed his gun at me.

No. But it does tell us a lot
about your judgment, detective.

We're in trouble.

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3x01- What Doesn't Kill You

Dr. Isles, two of the city's
best spine surgeons are

evacuating the hematoma.
We should know more after that.

So no movement in his legs?

Does he have anyone...
any family?

We'll need to know
whether to resuscitate.

Me.

I recently learned that
he's my biological father.

This is sergeant detective Cummings.
He'll be working with me on this.

Detective, did you put
a bolo out for Paddy Doyle?

No, sir. I did not.

You doing favors for Doyle because
Dr. Isles is your best friend?

- What? No.
- But you knew Doyle sometimes

slipped into town to see his daughter?

Well, apparently, so did you.

Oh, my god.
A cop's been shot.

All right, let's go.

Gentlemen, we got to take a break.

- We got a homicide.
- Jane, let's go.

- Hey, she's not going anywhere.
- It's a cop.

That's a hell of a way
to get out of an interview.

Did you hear who it was?

No. How you holding up?

You saw...
we're not looking good.

- We'll get through it.
- No. No, we won't.

Especially when he goes to interview
the woman who cannot tell a lie.

You got to call Dr. Isles,
tell her how to play this.

I need you to back off, John.

I need them focused on this cop
killing. My people are clean.

Yeah? You want to bet
your career on that, Sean?

She's not picking up.
She knows it's me.

You don't know that.

Look at you, agent Dean.
Already up and around.

- You betrayed me.
- All right, Jane, listen to me.

Why would you tell internal affairs

that we had an intimate
sexual relationship?

How do you describe relationships

with men who spend
the night in your bed?

Uh, I-I'll pull the car around.

What were you doing there?
Were you following me?

- I was following Maura.
- Thinking it would lead to Doyle.

That's why you came back, isn't it?

You figure you show up with
some greeting-card clich?s,

then you follow
my best friend around.

Nobody's gonna ask any questions.

- No, Jane, it was not like that.
- Yeah. It was like that.

You thought you'd be the hero.

- You don't look too heroic, agent Dean.
- Don't just walk away.

You know, we just lost a cop.
I got a case to work.

Why didn't you tell me
you'd found your biological father?

Would you have taken me if you...

you'd known I was
Paddy Doyle's daughter?

Maura, darling, you're my daughter.

Your father and I raised you.

You're ours, not his.

- Can I come in?
- Oh, Angela.

- How sweet of you to come.
- Thank you.

Double homicide.
Ralph Ruffy and officer Walter Wis...

Wally Wisniewski?

He transferred to evidence
management to get off the street.

What the hell happened?

Looks like a robbery.
Well, what'd they get?

The register's not even open.
Frost, you check the security video?

Just about to.

The body is that of a well-nourished
white male, approximately late 50s.

What is Pike doing here?

You mean other than annoying
the crap out of people?

We're stuck with him
till Dr. Isles gets back.

Dr. Pike, how nice to have
your expertise on this.

Double homicide.
Almost certainly a.38-caliber.

Pretty big hole.

- Uh, maybe I'll just take a look.
- Cause of death is quite clear.

Perhaps Dr. Isles needed
your "expert" medical opinion

because she doubted her own.
I do not.

Yes... we were all frustrated
with her wishy-washy approach.

I love a man who knows what he thinks.

- May I?
- You may, detective.

A faint mustache and beard are evident.
The lips are without injury.

He was shot in the back.
That's not a classic robbery.

Might want to have a look at this.

So, he panics before he gets the cash.

Frankie, any other robberies
reported in the area?

Nope.

Like you said, doesn't feel
like a classic robbery.

You think the gunman
knew Wally was a cop?

The way I reacted,
I've just bitching head off.

Adrenaline impairs cognitive
sequencing, but still...

- You were afraid for your life.
- No, Paddy wouldn't have shot me.

We can't help who we love.

I don't love Paddy Doyle.
He's done terrible things.

It's just when Jane
pulled that trigger, you know,

I never really see how
they end up on my autopsy table.

And he kept trying
to tell me something.

"Hope"...
he kept saying "hope. "

I wonder if that was her name.

You mean your
biological mother's name?

Dr. Isles, I'm sorry to have to ask you
this, but you didn't fill out the DNR.

"Do not resuscitate. "

I have no idea what he would
have wanted. I don't...

Well, just think about it for a minute.

Oh, Maura.
Maura...

Please don't.

My mother's very reserved.
I'm not very good at it, either.

Jane always used
to squirm off of my lap.

- You two have that in common.
- You should go home. I'll be fine.

- No, I-I'm gonna stay here.
- No, I'm used to being alone.

Please. I'll be okay.

Cavanaugh says Connors
just left headquarters.

- Get to the hospital before he does.
- We have a double homicide to solve.

If we don't get out in front of this,

we're not gonna be
investigating any homicides.

- You said it was a good shooting.
- And now it's a witch hunt.

- I.A.D. thinks we're dirty cops.
- But we're not.

We bent a few rules, Jane.

To outsiders, we look dirty.
Go. Now.

Maura!

Don't say anything.
Just listen.

- Jane, I'm sorry, too.
- We don't have much time.

The head of internal
affairs is on his way up here

to get a statement from
you about the shootings.

That's it?

That's it?
That's all you have to say?

Not "I'm sorry
that your father is dying"?

Oh, he's your father now?

What, am I sorry that a man
who's wanted for 15 murders

didn't shoot me or Frost?
No. I'm not.

- Then why are you here?
- To warn you.

Maura, if our friendship
ever meant anything to you,

will you please think
before you answer the questions

- ... you're about to be...
- Detective Rizzoli!

...asked.

They're doing an investigation.

They're building a case.
They think we're dirty.

Your contempt for the
rules borders on criminal.

- You are talking to a witness!
- She was just asking about my father.

You were ordered not to talk to each
other until our investigation is concluded.

I know this isn't a good time,
but I do have some questions.

And you immediately
informed detective Rizzoli

that Paddy Doyle had resurfaced.

Yes, but...

Did detective Rizzoli
act on this information?

- She...
- Excuse me.

He's coming out of sedation.
You can see him now.

Thank you.

Look, I know this is uncomfortable
for you, and I'm sorry for that.

But this man is an
organized-crime figure.

Well, he's not going anywhere right now.

- Do you want to help your friend?
- What do you mean?

We know that Paddy kept a book.
Did he ever mention it?

A book? No.

You understand this book is critical.

I saw "the Godfather. "

I'm guessing it's got names of everyone

who's ever paid off Paddy or been paid.

We suspect it has the
names of dirty cops.

Jane isn't dirty!

The only way we're gonna clear the
good cops is to find the dirty ones.

Book.
Book will keep you safe.

Is Jane's friendship with me hurting her?

- Because if it is, blame me, not her.
- Hey, hey, hey.

- Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Don't you touch her!

- It's okay, buddy. It's okay.
- Don't. Your sutures.

- Please, lie back down. It's okay, buddy.
- Calm down. Calm down.

Lie back down. I am fine, okay?

I want I.A.D. people on the door 24/7

until he's in lock-up,
and I want that book.

Maura.

Psst!
Is Maura here?

No.
Why are we whispering?

Do you remember when you
thought you and Becky Zisti

were never gonna be friends again?

I didn't shoot Becky ZistI's father, Ma.

You want some tea?
It's from the Sichuan province.

It gets its flavor from pandas.

How does it get its flavor
from pandas?

Maura says that the pandas
fertilize the tea plants.

That means they
grow it in panda poop, ma.

Oh. Y-you want me
to fix you something?

- What do you feel like eating?
- People.

Come on. It's okay.

No, no.
I don't want a hug.

Well, at least
you're not Wally... poor fella.

He should have just had
my lasagna at the caf?.

So much safer.

Did you really just say,
"at least you're not Wally"?

Oprah says if you think
of three good things

that happened to you during
the day, you'll perk right up.

Well, I'm not Wally,
you stopped hugging me,

and I don't wear a size 11 shoe.
Gee, I feel so perky!

People can't help the
size of their feet.

- This is cheery.
- Isn't it atmospheric?

Okay, you've been living here
way too long.

I like it! One of
constance's students drew it.

It's awful.
Like my life!

Is it okay if I just pat your knee?

Knock yourself out.

You know, your father and I

went to go see a
marriage counselor once.

- You did?
- Mm.

Wow.
That was money well spent.

There was one thing
Dr. Becker made us do...

...that worked for a little bit.

Is that when you had Tommy?

For heaven's sakes, Jane.
We already had Tommy.

Dr. Becker made us
tell him our story...

about how we met.

Maura and I aren't a couple, Ma.

Ohh!

I'll stop hugging
if you tell me the story!

Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Get off, get off.

I was in the drug unit.

I was so frightened when
you were doing that work.

If you interrupt or hug, I'm done.

So, when you're a girl doing
buy-busts, you got to be a hooker.

Mother of mercy,
you didn't have to do it.

Mom, no! Come on!

- It was my cover. I told you.
- Okay.

All right, so...

I don't have any I.D.
I don't have any money.

I'm starving.

Come on, Stanley.
You know I'm good for it.

I don't know anything
about you... Tiffany.

Really? $2 for a day-old
donut and bad coffee?

Please. Come on,
I'll get you after my shift.

You think you'll make that much?

You know what?

I hope Big Mo tows your
chevy, I hope your crap

coffee gives you an ulcer,
and you die of psoriasis.

Do you mind?

You can get your non-fat
latte in a minute, all right?

No, it's for you. And given
the vitamin D deficiency...

likely from your, uh...
from your night work...

you're better off with some plain
yogurt and some leafy greens.

I have my lice under control, thank you.
But Stanley here has psoriasis.

Psoriasis is not contagious.
It's a genetic disease.

What about rudeness?
Is that genetic, too?

I was simply trying to be nice.

Well, not every hooker has a
heart of gold. All right, sister?

Apparently not, sister.

You shouldn't be here.

Not while they're investigating.

Why?
What did you say to Connors?

I... Well, you know
I can't say anything.

- Ma, get your stuff.
- Jane Clementine Rizzoli!

What? Your middle name
is Clementine?

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

- I thought it was pretty.
- You're not staying here anymore.

What... this isn't necessary.

What, because your family is so
screwed up, now you need mine?

What? You're the one who always says
that blood is thicker than water.

So, choose.

Hello? That's water.
I'm blood.

Okay, you know what?
Suit yourself.

Sit here together and
drink your excrement tea.

Jane!

Wait.

I'm... I'm just gonna
grab a couple things.

Angela, wait.

Take it.
I've always hated it.

I'll be in the car.

You're like my daughter, too.

Ma, what are you doing in my bed?

That couch feels like
a sack of marbles.

Get out!

You made me leave
my luxuriana mattress

for this kind of treatment?

I'm sorry, Ma.
I'm sorry. Ma.

Ma. Ma?!

I'm not talking to you.

I am not talking to you until
you say three nice things.

How are you not talking to me
if you're talking to me?

I... found all the lids to
my tupperware, and I-I...

don't have leprosy, and...

and my really,
really sweet mother

left the comforts of her free
beacon hill guesthouse

to come stay with me
in my crappy little apartment

because she loves me.

Yes, I do.

- No, no hugging. No hugging.
- Come on.

And this is where you tell me

that it's not
a crappy little apartment.

- Mnh-mnh.
- Ma.

- Mnh-mnh.
- Ma!

Hi.
What are you doing here?

I always have breakfast at
Ma's house when I do midnights.

This isn't Ma's house.

No, thanks to you, she's crashing

on a piece of plywood you call a couch.

Oh, thanks to me?
Well, I didn't see you step up

and help her out when Dad left.

Okay, could you two fight
after we've had breakfast?

Hey! Nice manners.
Your mother would be so proud.

No, she wouldn't!

Hey. Thought flowers were
better than a greeting card.

Well, that makes
everything so much better.

- Jane Clemen...
- Don't you... say it!

I'm late for work.

If you're on a stakeout
to nail that dirty cop,

Jane Rizzoli, I see you.

You have to listen to me.

No, I don't.
You're trespassing.

We have Paddy Doyle on a wiretap.
Just before he got shot.

You shouldn't be telling me this.
You could lose your job.

We know he's got people
on the inside.

Inside the police department?

Whoever he was working with...
or maybe for...

Paddy is moving in to take over.

Well, what does this have to do
with I.A.D. crawling up my ass

or do you think
I'm working for Paddy, too?

I think you're being set up
so it looks that way.

Well, thank you for telling me.

Jane, um...
I was ordered back to Washington.

- I wish...
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I wish, too.

Bye.

I thought you stopped
with the jelly donuts.

Don't bust my balls.

You keep eating crap like that,

you won't be
able to see your balls.

- I don't need to see my balls.
- 20 grams of fat, dude.

What are you, a girl?

Guy gets a transfer
to get off the street

and dies getting a sandwich.
Anything?

Photo of the gunman is out there.

Bad enough to lose
one of our own

to some strung-out
needle freak

who can't figure out how to use
a frigging cash register.

- This I.A.D. business...
- We'll come out clean.

All you need is the accusation.
That stink is hard to wash off.

I'm worried about losing five
years of good convictions.

What d...
what does he mean?

He means scum bags like Little "T"

could use this as grounds for an appeal.

That is bullshit.

Yeah, it is.
But it's happened before.

Patrick Sr. would be
rolling over in his grave

knowing that Paddy showed
up to protect his own kid.

What are you talking about?

Well, the story in southie is that
Paddy fell in love with a Harvard girl.

Patrick Sr. threatened to kill
them both if he didn't give her up.

- You think it was Maura's mother?
- Might have been.

Detective Rizzoli is in autopsy.

Better get down there quick
before she kills Pike.

She'll have to get in line.

Pretty sure his dental work
didn't kill him.

If we could just...
just get that bullet.

You cannot rush these things.

Thought you said cause of death
was quite clear.

I guess you're used to the antiquated
and sloppy methods of my predecessor.

Could be. Yes.
You know, I've never said it before,

but I'm a very big fan
of your work, Dr. Pike.

- You are?
- You are?

I- I am. Yes.

And it would help us enormously
in this very important case

if you could remove the bullet
so we could run it through ballistics.

Of course I can do that for you,
detective Rizzoli.

What a mess this place is.

Um, aren't...
aren't you...

aren't you gonna use your fingers?

Forceps can leave tool impressions.
Kind of messes with ballistics.

Of course I wasn't
gonna use the forceps.

Think anybody would notice

if there was suddenly
another corpse down here?

Excellent work,
if I do say so myself.

Thank you.

- Pretty big bullet.
- For a.38.

- Obviously a.45.
- Obviously.

Would you, uh, run that to
ballistics for me, please?

You're back.

Did you ever return my book,

"soothing paint choices for the home"?

Yeah, a long time ago.
So, you're back.

That's odd, 'cause I
can't seem to find it.

Did you ever return my
"guns of the world digest"?

- I always return things I borrow.
- Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.
Maybe you lost it.

You do lose things.

Has Dr. Pike been sitting in my chair?

Could be.
Why? Is it broken?

You want me to find out if he's
been sleeping in your bed, too?

- Were you looking for me?
- What about your food?

Dr. Pike, have you been
eating Maura's porridge?

Of course not.

I'm glad that you think
you're so funny.

It's better to be funny than
poindexter the know-it-all.

Well, I'd rather be
poindexter the know-it-all

than the hoi polloi.

Good one, Maura.

You don't even know
what it means.

It means "common. "

Literal translation is,
"the great unwashed. "

Classy.
Hide your insults in latin.

- It's greek.
- Oh, the geek that knows greek.

Do you realize
how ridiculous you sound?

Have a rapidly escalating
assault and battery in the morgue.

You know, people laugh at
you behind your back.

Really? Well, they call
you a bitch behind yours.

Yes, I'm keeping a safe distance.

I'm gonna have to put you
on speaker.

Well, at least when my father
gets pissed off,

he doesn't stab people with an ice pick!

Well, at least my father
didn't move to Florida

to sleep with some floozie he
met at a pizza parlor!

- Maura.
- Or was it a massage parlor?

Oh, look at you! Going
all trailer-trash-snooki...

I watched that show once!
Once!

- Give me that.
- It was for ethnographic research!

Break it up, ladies.
What's going on?

What the hell is happening
in your house, lieutenant?

I've got it under control.

I can see that... a homicide
detective and a medical

examiner having a cat fight
that needs police intervention!

A cat fight? Did you really
just call a disagreement

between female
colleagues a cat fight?

Actually, aggression
between two females is...

Oh, for the Love of Pete, stop!

- I want detective Rizzoli placed on leave.
- I'll go one step better.

Rizzoli, I'm transferring
you out of homicide.

- What?
- What?

You got 30 seconds to get your
ass over to evidence management.

Place me on leave!
Don't send me there!

Go now!

What about Dr. Isles?
She was part of the cat fight, too.

- You're in charge now.
- I am?

What's in that envelope?

- My resignation.
- Oh, no.

Oh, my god.

This isn't a burglary.

Somebody was looking for something.

Did your father ever mention a book?

No. But captain Connors
is looking for it, too.

We have Paddy. And if he lives, he
can name all the dirty cops himself.

Why do you need the book?

Because Paddy Doyle will never testify.
That's why he's still alive.

But if you could get your hands
on that book, you can run Boston.

How?

There's more than dirty cops
on Paddy's payroll...

city workers, politicians,
maybe even judges.

Frankie, call operations.

I want you to stay with Dr. Isles.

Jane didn't know Dean would be there.

- Is that why you resigned?
- I'm the daughter of a mobster.

You're all under investigation
for trying to protect me.

If you're done with
the crossword puzzle, detective,

how about you break down
these seized guns?

Parts go in the evidence barrel here.

That better be vodka or strychnine.

Whoa. You're melting down
a Desert Eagle?

What a waste.

Unless you want to sneak it out
in your pants.

There's no room.

Come on.
I feel like shooting stuff.

You sure?

I am an evidence clerk. I need
to test-fire these weapons.

Now, let's live dangerously.
Take the whole box.

We're gonna...
you know, with these guns.

Just a little test fire.

Yeah!

- I could do this all day.
- Right.

Sleep with a federal agent.

Forget to put a bolo out
for Paddy Doyle.

Have a cat fight.

- He didn't really say that.
- Oh, yes, he did.

Well, you gals do tend to do a lot
of squealing when you get upset.

Shut up.

Hey, Frost. Look at the lands
and grooves on this bullet.

Damn.

This is the bullet from
the Desert Eagle in evidence.

And this is the one from Wally's back.

No doubt about it...
these are from the same gun.

That means this is
the gun that killed Wally.

Which means
the killer is someone in BPD.

Come in.

Sir, there's something you need to see.

I was starting to worry
about you, Rizzoli.

What took you so long?

You put me there on purpose,
didn't you?

We suspected Paddy had someone
in evidence, so, figured who

best to keep an eye on things
than pissed-off Jane Rizzoli?

We get caught, we're here
to get Wally's dress uniform

- ... to bury him in, got that?
- Got it.

How much overtime was Wally doing?

Is that a pepperbox Derringer?

Wally's bought himself
a dive shop.

That's Belize!
I always wanted to go fishing there.

Except it's catch and release.

You don't even eat fish.

- Be nice to mount a big tuna.
- A big tuna?

Do you hear yourself?

Um...
Why does Wally have all this money

to buy a dive shop and mount a tuna?

Looks like he was playing
a different game.

You know who these two altar boys are?

The kid on the left is Wally.
The taller one is Paddy.

We heard some chatter on the wire

that Paddy was about to make
a big score before he got hit.

What, you thinking it was seized guns?

Yeah, I do.

BPD seizes close
to a thousand guns a year.

Good scam.

Cops seize the guns,
Paddy takes them from us.

A million bucks right there

if you can figure a way
to get it out of here.

How?

They're logged in, weighed,
and dropped into these barrels.

Armored car takes them away
to be melted down.

They don't even tell command
staff when they're moving them.

Maybe Paddy was intercepting the trucks.

Think we'd have heard about it.

You know, Dean told me something.

Okay. Don't tell us what you
were doing when he told you.

I want to hear
what they were doing.

The FBI thinks cops on Paddy's payroll
were about to make that move.

Now would be the time
with Paddy in the I.C.U.

First to go, Paddy's boy, Wally.

They can't do
anything without the guns.

Let's find them.

Wally swapped this one out
with scrap metal.

Oh, my god!

Hey!
What the hell is going on?

- I'm sorry, John.
- Me too.

Cliff was my partner.
I trusted him.

Looks like it could be a.44.

- This is a.44.
- The Desert Eagle.

Probably the same gun he used
to kill Wally.

Then somebody used it on him.

- What do we do now?
- Seal the drum.

Put it back where it was.

Rizzoli, put that gun back.

- What?
- Until we find out who's behind this.

If homicide starts
investigating Cliff's murder,

whoever ran this will go underground.

Well, wait a second.
If the barrels are full

of scrap metal and...
Cliff, where are the guns?

This place is the size of four
football fields. It'll take all night.

Korsak:
Where would Wally hide them?

Here... here it is.
Here it is.

Oh, Wally had a sense of humor.

They hid their stash in Paddy's boxes.

Everything stays put for now, got it?

Let's lock it up and get out of here.

Wait. Look at this.

These are surveillance photos
of Doyle from 1976.

Do you think
that's the Harvard babe?

- Ma, where is it?
- Where is what?

That really creepy drawing
that Maura gave you.

- Where is it? Get it.
- Why?

Just get it. I promise
I won't hurt it. Please.

Oh, my god!
Who she?

Maura.

Maura is fine, Patrick.

Maura.
Hope.

Who is this?

It's Maura's mother.

What's her name?

I don't know.
I never knew.

He drew this?

Yeah, he showed up
at my art class at Harvard.

I thought he was a student.

I tried to encourage him.

Then he just...
he disappeared.

And then, what, you found
yourself pregnant with Maura?

No.

Paddy showed up months later
with a newborn in his arms.

He said the baby's mother
had died during childbirth.

Why didn't his family take Maura?

His father
would have killed the baby.

He didn't trust anybody...
but me.

Why did he draw this?

They used to meet
at the Boston cemetery.

It's the only place
they were safe from his father.

Paddy told everyone that Maura
and her mother had died.

What if Maura's mother is still alive?

I think a parent would do
anything to keep his child safe.

Even lie to the woman he loved
and tell her her baby died?

Even that.

Jane.
Shh, Ma.

Good work, detective.
Where is it?

No.
No book.

Oh, I found something else.

It looks like you're the dirty cop.

And you killed your partners
Wally and Cliff.

I'll see you in hell,
you son of a bitch.

Looking forward to it, Paddy.

I could scream.

Go ahead.
My guys are on the door.

Smart. My fingerprints
are all over that thing.

Well, I'm lucky like that, detective.

- You got any last words?
- Yeah.

You feeling lucky right now?

No firing pin. I took
them out of all the guns.

That's not luck.
That's just covering my bases.

Get your hands on your head!

You heard him, get them up!

You're not gonna have
to wait for hell

to see your buddy, Paddy.

You okay?

- Yeah.
- Good work, Rizzoli.

Now get out of those khakis
and get back to homicide.

Thanks, boss.

And you get better
so we can move you to walpole.

I want to know something.
Would you have shot her?

Hell yeah.

You're a cop.

I got something
I need to show you.

I always wondered
why she never looked for me.

Is there anything I can do?

Please go.

Wait.

There is one thing.

Tell Pike I want my chair back.

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