Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 3, Episode 5 - Throwing Down the Gauntlet - full transcript

Oh, my God. You scared me.

I've almost got it.

We have to protect our future
by protecting our children.

Get garbage food
out of the lunchroom now.

You tell them, Tom.

- Sorry. Was that too loud?
- I like your enthusiasm.

I really like Tom MacGregor Jr.

Good Scottish lad
from an old Boston family.

Politics in his blood.

Holy crap, Ma.
I can't even see the table.

Wh--? Glitter, Ma?



It's festive.

It's hard to clean up.

What's going on here?

"Maximum depth 180 feet."
What are you, James Cameron?

Maura, at least he's certified.

I haven't had time to take the course.

So you'll do that before or after
your outback lady walk?

Ooh. Are you also in the remake
of Out of Africa?

Okay, give me that.

Special delivery.

- Oh, yeah, just walk right in.
- Okay, thanks.

You look hot. Nice hat.

You look hot too, Jane. You two ever
decided to bat for the other team....

Not on your team. What is that? Is that
a surfboard? What is he doing here?



- He's helping me.
- Helping you what? Your car's outside.

- Sweet, huh?
- "You want this dud."

It's "dude," Jane. D-U-D.

Yo, Mrs. Rizz, you look hot.

- Stop, Giovanni, or I'll tell your mother.
- No, don't tell my mom.

That's what's this is about. You buying
all this stuff. It's about Hope, isn't it?

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Yes, you do.

Whenever you get in a crisis, you get on
a first-name basis with the UPS man.

It's time to find her.

No, only 65 percent of adopted children
seek out their biological parents.

I'm in the other 35 percent.

The 35 percent
having an identity crisis.

Rizzoli.

Yeah.

Okay, we'll be right there.

Come on. We got a case.

Hey, you can take your vest
because the murder's near Franklin Park.

A murder in the Franklin Park Zoo?

- Why, you got family there?
- Jane.

You're so funny.

She's so funny.

And hot.

What's to talk about? My birth mother
was an unwed college student...

...sneaking around
with a Southie gangster.

So? That's at least interesting.

My birth mother married
the neighborhood plumber.

Only sneaking around she did
was in Filene's Basement.

- Paddy Doyle, my father.
- In sperm only.

Yeah, who was waiting to be tried
for 15 murders...

...told Hope that I died at birth.

Help me understand how that could
make for a successful reunion?

- Don't you wanna know about her?
- No.

You.

You found her, didn't you?

You did.

You're gonna get the worst case of hives
in your life if you lie.

I had her first name, her age,
where she went to college...

...my birth date. I couldn't help it.

Well, okay. So now what?

I don't know what, okay?

Good morning. What do we have?

White woman. Beaten.

Looks like somebody took a blowtorch
to her hands.

Trying to conceal her ID?

Don't think so.
Found her driver's license in her pocket.

I think Dr. Isles is going in.

Yeah, she loves dumpster diving.

"Celia Jaffe, 27."

- Early-bird dumpster diver found her.
- So glad I brought my Tyvek suit.

Oh, shoot. I forgot mine.

Darn, me too.

Lividity indicates she died
sometime after midnight...

...and dumped here shortly thereafter.

Good thing we got an ID.
We're not getting prints off these.

I'll find out if she has a husband
or boyfriend.

Let's get her photographed
and get her out of here.

- What are you doing?
- Checking the weather.

Pfft.

- What? I said, checking the weather.
- Okay, okay. Sheesh.

Why aren't you examining the body?

I knew it.

The weather? Really?

It's a daily weather forecast.

On her Wikipedia page.

Whose page?

Oh, my God.
Maura, she looks just like you.

You mean I look like her.

Her name is Hope. Dr. Hope Martin.

Wow, she's kind of famous.

"Dr. Martin founded an international
relief agency. M.E.N.D."

Medical Emergency Network
for Doctors.

Their mission is to treat women
and children who are suffering.

Keep scrolling.

See the forensic pathology residency
she did in Sarajevo?

- Yeah.
- She's done everything.

So she identifies victims
of genocide...

...and saves women and children
around the world. Big deal.

You are just as accomplished, Maura.

No, I'm not.

Paddy said she was brilliant.

And recently divorced.

She has a daughter. Cailin, 18.

She's been living abroad
for the past 20 years.

Okay, Celia Jaffe needs an autopsy
and I need a cause of death, Maura.

Hope even developed a technique
to identify the victims of genocide...

...we're still using today.

It's too bad she's not local.
We could use her right about now.

She's probably very curious
about you too.

Why would she be curious?

She doesn't even know I exist.

Or maybe she does. How can she not?
She hasn't made any effort to contact me.

Well-- Okay, Maura,
maybe she saw that...

...and thinks Paddy was cheating on her
and had a kid named Maura.

Or maybe she only reads
fancy French newspapers.

Or maybe she hasn't thought
of Paddy Doyle in the past 36 years.

Or me.

- Wait a minute.
- No, don't.

Oh, my God.
She's moved back to Boston?

Come on. Maura, I don't believe
in coincidences. This is meant to be.

I'd be turning her world upside down,
for what?

So she can have you in her life.

Okay?

Late is a million times better
than never.

Not if it causes her pain.

What--? Look at the pain you're in.

I got a suspect upstairs.
Come on. Do the autopsy, okay?

It'll make you feel better.
Come on. Come on. Come on. March.

He won't come upstairs.
Says we can talk to him here.

- All right, let me try.
- He's all yours.

Mr. Jaffe. Thank you for coming.

If this is about that ticket,
what a waste of my tax dollars.

- It's about your wife.
- What about Celia?

We believe she was murdered.

Where were you last night?

Where the hell do you think I was?
Celia, get over here.

- Faster.
- Shut up, you're gonna wake the baby.

Oh, now you decide to sleep.

You see that? That's my wife.

A woman was using your ID
and we found her body.

Oh, my God.

Aah! Oh, my wallet was stolen last week.

Your wallet was stolen?

Shh. You will wake the baby.

- Any idea where?
- No, I don't know.

Could've been at the mall.
Or when I was going to get coffee.

Getting lattes while I'm busting my ass
to support you?

- Shh. You'll wake the baby.
- You didn't report it?

You're driving with no license,
with our insurance rates?

Shut up,
or I will arrest you for baby wake-age.

- I haven't had time to go get a new one.
- I don't know.

Besides, whoever stole it,
they sent it back to me in the mail. See?

And everything was in it...

...except for the driver's license.

That's a good move, Celia.

Yeah? Nice work, Rick.

- Come here. It's okay. It's okay.
- Oh, my God.

I am never having kids.

So sounds like our victim
was pretending to be somebody else.

Hmm. And hiding from someone
who apparently found her.

So our victim steals a wallet,
returns everything but the ID...

...assumes a new name,
and ends up dead in a dumpster.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

- What's the matter?
- That's Sister Winifred Callahan.

On there.

The meanest person I've ever met
in my entire life.

I see you hiding out there,
Jane Clementine Rizzoli.

Your middle name is Clementine?

Hello, Sister Winifred.

I never would have thought the girl who
broke a cafeteria window with her foot...

- ...would be on this side of the law.
- I was 7. I was trying to kill a fly.

- Remind me what I gave you for comportment?
- Um....

- C-minus.
- What's "comportment"?

- Behavior.
- So, um, what brings you here?

Um? I have counted two "ums"
in 10 seconds, Miss Rizzoli.

It's Detective Rizzoli.

I guess you don't read the newsletter.

Big surprise.

I am here to do the Lord's work.

Wow. Awarded a federal grant
to counsel families of homicide victims.

No kidding? Here?

I really would've preferred Cambridge,
but Sister Helen-Marie got that grant.

Well, I can't wait to catch up,
but I have to go to the morgue.

I'll be holding my breath
for your return.

Okay.

Had to bring in Sister Bitcher.

The Lord's work. That's what she said
when she hit me with a ruler...

...because I misspelled "flamboyant."

Why was "flamboyant" on a second-grade
spelling test at a Catholic school?

I don't know.

And no one's reported her missing,
why not?

Well, she has
a depressed skull fracture.

- Must've been a hefty weapon.
- Not a weapon.

So she woke up this morning...

...and after she brushed her teeth
she thought, "Gee, my head hurts."

No. She has a contrecoup contusion
from a massive fall.

- "Contrecoup" means--
- Yeah, it's not my first rodeo.

It means her head bounced around
inside her skull.

- After striking a hard object.
- So not a pillow?

It takes longer when you make jokes.

I would poke my eyes out with a scalpel
if I didn't make jokes.

Sister Winnie is scary.

Oh, don't call her Winnie.
I got two weeks in detention for that.

It could also be because I was singing
"Winnie the Poop."

Oh. Oh, I might have something.

Her fourth digit isn't as badly burned
as the others.

I might be able to try
a rehydration technique.

You can get a print off of that? Urgh.

It looks like a charred Tootsie Roll.

I've never done it.
I've only read about it...

...in an article published
by a Dr. Hope Martin.

- Perhaps we should call Dr. Hope Martin.
- No.

I--I'll just try myself.

Well, doc, you're not gonna--

You are.

You have to detach the finger
in order to rehydrate the tissue.

Frost?

Just tying my shoe.

Your shoes don't have laces.

Aah! Oh, my gosh. Detective Frost?

I think he passed out.

A student gave me this.

I think nuns are awesome.

It's words like "awesome"
that have ruined a glorious language.

- Your coffee is bitter.
- I'm sorry, shall I make a fresh pot?

Don't bother.
It would probably be bitter too.

Would you like cream and sugar?

No. Hate to get used to anything
in case there's a shortage.

What am I gonna do with my files?
I need a great big cabinet.

These police files? Families of victims
you'll be counseling?

This are my internal files
for the hellraisers.

Jane was a hellraiser?

Jane Rizzoli didn't like to be told
what to do.

That's still true.

You think that's funny.

- That's all we know so far?
- It's early in the morning--

Hello, Francesco.

Uh-- Hi, Sister.

- Wait, your real name is Francesco?
- Yeah, you got a problem with that?

I prefer to call people
by their given names.

Their parents went to a lot of trouble.

What is your full name, young man?

Barold. Ahem.

Speak up.

It's Barold.

Barold? Ow.

Barold means spear.

It's a very substantial name.

Wear it proudly, Barold.

Sister, we've got a young woman,
a Jane Doe, in the morgue.

- We really have to get back to work.
- Am I keeping you?

Okay.

Shouldn't a Crime Lab tech
be doing this?

No. Stop criticizing.

I tried potassium chloride...

...but it was too destructive
to the friction ridge skin.

- You only got one finger.
- What is that supposed to mean?

It means you can't screw it up.
So maybe you call Hope to do this.

I also have only one biological mother
and I'd rather not screw that up.

Damn. The Ruffer rehydration method
modified by Walker isn't working.

- You don't know how to do it.
- Yes, I do.

No, you don't.
You said you wanted to know her.

Okay? Meet her on a level playing field.
Meet her as a colleague.

Maura, I gotta find out
who this woman is.

- Who are you calling?
- Dr. Pike. He'll help.

Don't you dare call that knucklehead.

Maura, just face whatever it is
that's terrifying you.

Face her.

Okay, wa-- This is the easiest way.

- Okay.
- Okay?

Okay. Okay. I'm going to do it.

I am going to call her now.

Like "now" now?

Yes. Before I lose my nerve.

- Okay, don't you wanna--?
- No, no. I am perfectly calm.

I'm Dr. Maura Isles, the chief
medical examiner of the Commonwe--

Dr. Martin.

- Hello? Is someone there? Hello?
- Maura?

What--? You-- No, you have to do it.

- No, no, no.
- Is someone there?

- Hello?
- Hi, I'm calling from the office...

...of Dr. Maura Isles, the chief
medical examiner of Massachusetts.

Could you hold for her, please?

I can't. I can't.

- Please.
- I'm so sorry.

I hate cell phones, don't you?

So we're working on
a very difficult homicide together.

We're trying to identify a Jane Doe.
Would you be willing to do a consult?

Half an hour would be fine.
Thank you so very much.

A half an hour?
Are you out of your mind?

- You can do it. Yes, you can.
- No.

- You can do this.
- Oh.

Is it too late to call in sick?
I don't think I can do this.

No, you got-- Oh, my Go--
Ma, Cavanaugh is gonna kill you.

B.P.D. hates Tom MacGregor.
He's soft on crime.

He's hard on school-lunch reform.

Put some pepper, pepper, pepper
On your poli, poli, politics

- Never do that again.
- You're funny and hot.

- Hey, you ever decide, you wanna--
- You're first on the list.

Honey, don't you want
to at least meet her?

Well, obviously, I'm curious,
but I don't need a mother.

I have a mother.

What can I get you?

Have a coffee.

Do you have those
green-label organic beans?

- Of course.
- Make it extra hot.

And 1 percent milk, not 2 percent.
And flat, with just a hint of foam.

- And a spoon, please.
- No coffee stirrer.

There's an aftertaste.

Most coffee stir sticks are made
from 100 percent birch wood.

There's no chemicals,
or toxins, or glazes...

...but the birch plant
is known to be bitter.

Thus, the slightly unpleasant
aftertaste.

You must be Dr. Martin.

Hi, I'm Detective Jane Rizzoli.

And I'm Angela, I'm Jane's mom.

And this is Dr. Maura Isles.

What a pleasure. I am flattered
that you would want a consult.

I've tried so many formulas:
tetrodotoxin, glucose, methylene--

Dr. Isles, you all right?

Why, because I'm talking too much,
too fast, and not making any sense?

You're showing signs of urticaria.

Oh, you have hives.

- Oh, no. Oh, my gosh. No--
- Maura.

It must be because you ate
the Brazil nuts.

Yes. Dr. Isles.

How many times do we have to tell you
to avoid Brazil nuts?

Could I get you a latte made out
of the green-label beans?

No, thank you. I would very much like
to see your victim.

And I have a lot of work to do upstairs.
So I'm gonna go.

Ma.

Do you have your EpiPen?

And I came up
with this rehydration technique...

...because we were so desperate
to identify the bodies.

- After the genocide in Sarajevo?
- Yes.

And then we had to use it again
to identify entire Kurdish families...

...slaughtered by Saddam Hussein.

So, what made you go from your
medical internship to Sarajevo?

Maybe I was punishing myself.

Maybe I didn't believe
that I could save people...

...but I knew that I could speak
for the dead.

Well...

...I wish I could speak for her.

She's someone's daughter.

That's what drives me.

Everyone is someone's child.

You said you were punishing yourself,
for what?

Something stupid that I did
when I was 18.

I hope my daughter
has better judgment than I did then.

What did you do?

I got pregnant
and the baby died at birth.

It was terrible and traumatic...

...but maybe there was a reason
that she didn't survive.

See, her father was...

...evil.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry.

I never talk about this.

I spent so many years trying to forget.

Maybe it's because you're a doctor.

I feel a strange kinship with you.

Me too.

For you.
For helping me change the future.

Giovanni, you shouldn't have.

What were you thinking?

That you're hot. And May-December
romances are all the rage, Mrs. Rizz.

I mean, you are such a cougar. Meow.

You come one step closer...

...and I'll be bringing your mother
your body parts in a pie tin.

I--I'm sorry, Mrs. Rizz.

I'm sorry. I'm just kind of lonely.

I mean--

I mean, I think I'm a catch.

Why can't I find a girl
who understands all I got to offer?

Do you come on this strong
to other girls?

Well, stronger, usually.

I mean, I was going easy on you
because you're, you know, old.

Can I just get a mom hug?

Come on. Just one mom hug.

Come on, Mrs. Rizz.

I frigging love you, Mrs. Rizz.

Okay. Yeah.

Tell me you're seeing whorls
and ridges.

We are,
and there is excellent ridge detail.

Okay, let me see if it scans.

That's a good print.

Well, done, doctors.

Oh, my.

She gets very emotional
when we break a case wide open.

Yes, I do.

How lovely.

Thank you.

Well, I'm sorry,
but I have to go pick up my daughter.

- Thank you so much, Dr. Martin.
- You are very welcome.

Dr. Isles, I would very much like
to have lunch some time.

Of course.

You have my information.

Let's make this sooner rather than later.
I really, really enjoyed it.

Maura.

That was so beautiful.

When are you gonna tell her?

Never.

Never ever, never ever, never ever.

All right, gentlemen, turn left.

Last desk on the right.

Come on, Francesco, move it along.

Ow!

- What the hell is she doing?
- Making herself at home here in hell.

Got it. Emma Spencer, 27.

Holy crap, she's a legal intern.
She works at the district attorney's office.

Her prints are there because
she registered to take this year's bar.

Got her DMV photo.

She looks just like Celia Jaffe.

What is she doing
stealing a new mother's wallet?

How does somebody like that
end up in a dumpster?

Maybe one of the creeps
the DA office prosecuted?

She's only been there three months.

I'm quitting. I can't take it.

I almost ran away in second grade
when I got stuck with that--

Sweet, kind, loving nun.

I am so out of here.

Aw. You gonna grab your Thomas the Train
backpack and run away, Francesco?

- Can I take him?
- Take me where, Barold?

DA's office. Talk to our victim's boss.

Anything to stop moving her furniture.

Hey, Frankie,
remember Frost is the detective.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Barold?

Emma's goal was to be assigned
to the sexual-assault team.

Damn, this is just plain tragic.

Sexual assault. That's a tough job.

Yeah, but she was cut out for it.
She was very smart and tough.

- When was the last time you saw her?
- Last week. She asked for a week off.

To study for the bar?

No, she said she had a family emergency.

- This her boyfriend?
- Her brother.

I just assumed
that something happened to him.

They're very close.
They shared an apartment.

She didn't have any other family
or a boyfriend, as far as I know.

Was she being stalked?
Somebody threatening her?

No. I can't imagine that.
She would've told me.

She was always professional, upbeat...

...until the day that she asked
for time off.

She seemed so down.

I just wish I knew why.

Oh, excuse me.
I'm gonna have to take this.

I have a trial going on.

Devere.

So you wanna go hang
with Sister Winifred...

...and say the rosary, Francesco? Or
come with me and interview the brother?

You ever ask your ma
why she named you Barold, Barold?

Heh-heh. Okay, let's just stop.

"Okay, let's just stop."

She said she was studying for the bar.

She took off last week.

Do you know where she went?

No. She just said she needed
to hunker down and study.

She took her computer and one bag.

We'd like to look
through your apartment.

Yeah, you can look through anything.

When's the last time
you heard from your sister?

Every day.

She--Ahem. She sent me an e-mail.

Said she was tired, but good.

You can look through my account too.

She was my only family.

I'm really sorry for your loss.

Sit up straight.

Didn't find Emma's computer
or anything else in her apartment.

That's too bad.

I'm gonna go through the server
at the DA's office...

- ...and track Emma's correspondence.
- Ahem.

Would you like a cough drop? Sounds
like you have phlegm in your throat.

You might wanna thank the Lord
for that sandwich.

Thank you for my peanut butter
and Fluff sandwich.

Although I wish it had
more peanut butter and less Fluff.

- Mm.
- Hmm.

Emma was sending e-mail
from where she worked...

...but she wasn't sending it
from her office.

Where was she sending it from?

The IP address is from an office
in the courthouse basement.

Whoa.

What did we stumble on?

Looks like the lair of a serial killer.

Frost, Emma was investigating
a cold case.

Seventeen-year-old who disappeared
10 years ago.

Her remains were found last week.

"The body of Isabelle Dubois, 17,
was discovered...

...when a family was cleaning out
a vacant home."

Listen to this, from 10 years ago.

"Emma Spencer, also 17,
told police Isabelle, her best friend...

...failed to show up
for a planned sleepover."

Best friends. Emma and Isabelle.

They did everything together.

Emma must've used her new job
at the DA's office...

...to get this copy
of Isabelle's autopsy report.

She's even got the photos.

Yuck.

This is a note from Isabelle to Emma.
It's written the day she disappeared.

"He says he'll be my knight
in shining armor.

Gag me with a spoon.

But I'm going tonight. I'll be fine.
Love, Izzie."

- She wasn't fine.
- Oldest teenage-girl trick in the book.

Emma covers for Isabelle,
says they're having a sleepover.

It cost Isabelle her life.

I think this is a lair of guilt.

You know what? I'm gonna have Maura
look at Isabelle's remains.

That body's 10 years old.

Maybe Emma found something
the Worcester ME's office missed.

She was asphyxiated.
And has quite a bit of adipocere tissue.

I hate soap mummies.

Okay, it says here there's an abnormality
to Isabelle's left cheekbone.

It's an injury, not an abnormality.

That's why Pike is still in Worcester.

You see those tool marks
on her zygomatic bone?

What, on her cheekbone?

Yeah, there's three round indentations
with scalloped edges.

- What is that from?
- It's a very strange pattern.

Isabelle was struck with something
hard enough...

...to break the skin and pierce the bone.

Well, Korsak's looking at what's left
of Isabelle's clothing.

The body was found in an old lady's
basement. Did the old lady kill her?

- It's doubtful.
- Doubtful? So she might have?

- No.
- Then why did you say doubtful?

I just wanted you to know
what uncertainty felt like.

Oh, my Go-- Maura, I didn't mean it.

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

Everything makes me cry.

Adipocere tissue never makes me cry.

My mother said
it was better that I didn't live.

Okay, now you're being ridiculous.
She did not say that.

She said it was traumatic, right?

Which means that it makes her sad,
she doesn't wanna dwell on it.

I just don't ever want her to know
that I'm that evil child.

Here. Blow.

Everything okay?

Allergies. She ate Brazil nuts.

Oh.
We're doing good in there. Look at this.

Found this metal ring in her blouse.
And see this piece of her jeans?

- Yeah, you think that's semen?
- Tested positive. I'm running it now.

Oh, my God.

I was just picking up my residential
parking permit upstairs. I hope it's okay.

Yes. Yes. It's fine, yeah.

We were just breaking another case.

Terrific. I stopped in because I--

Well, I wanted to know
if you were able to identify her.

- We were.
- Soap mummy?

Looks to be about 10 years old.

Yes. You're amazing.

Got something big, Jane.

I tracked Emma's e-mail. She took a
leave of absence to get another job.

- What? Where?
- You're not gonna believe this.

She was applying
to the No Cares Au Pair Agency.

- To do what?
- To be a nanny.

You recognize this woman?

I know all my employees.
That's Celia Jaffe.

Actually, that's Emma Spencer.

Celia Jaffe was her alias.

That's not possible.

We always run a thorough, multi-step
background check on everyone.

You do a thorough, multi-step
background check on this employee?

- Well, we checked her driving record.
- So that's a no.

She came in to interview
in the middle of a crisis.

A very prominent client
had just fired their nanny...

...and needed an immediate replacement.

Emma was the perfect replacement?

She had very hard-to-find skills.

She was willing to live-in,
spoke fluent French, well-educated.

- Who was the client?
- I can't divulge that.

Well, that's too bad.

Since it might be your last when word
gets out you don't vet your nannies.

It was Tom MacGregor and his wife.

Tom MacGregor Jr.,
the one running for Congress?

- You understand the need for discretion.
- Oh, we do.

Awfully coincidental
the MacGregors had to fire their nanny...

...the day Emma Spencer
came in for an interview.

The MacGregors received an anonymous
phone call saying that their nanny...

...who is 60 and someone I certainly
did vet, was selling crack cocaine.

Guess you never know.

Guess you never do.

Move that over.

That anonymous call reporting
Mary Poppins, the crack dealer...

- ...came from Emma.
- Of course.

How else was Emma gonna get
into the MacGregor fortress?

She was looking for something.

Something to connect MacGregor
to Isabelle's murder.

I'll do an interview with MacGregor
before he lawyers up.

See what he says when I show him
Isabelle and Emma's photos.

- I'll push the lab on the DNA processing.
- Thank you for keeping the streets safe.

Um, we have a cleaning staff, you know.

Apparently, you have forgotten
the "Tidy Desk, Tidy Minds" song.

Tidy 'round your desk and chair

Tidy, tidy everywhere

Tidy farts and wide-y butts
I can see your underwear

So she likes Montepulciano
Lebanese zucchini and science fiction.

She's a soap mummy.

No, Hope. My....

My new friend.

Oh, that's wonderful, Maura.

And she said she'd call me
when she's settled into her new home.

Ooh. I was hoping those are the DNA results.

Not yet. It's Isabelle's tox screen.

There were traces of Rohypnol
in her system.

Roofies.

The date-rape drug.

Maybe Isabelle was raped
and that's why she was murdered.

Would you ever wear a skirt, Frost?

- Where is this going?
- Well, gentlemen...

...great to have you here.
Is the Detectives' Union endorsing me?

Not exactly.

Do you know this woman?

Yeah, of course. That's Celia. We hired
her to take care of our 6-year-old.

She must not have liked it here
very much.

- She left after--Was it two days?
- Yes. Monday to Wednesday.

By Thursday morning, she'd packed up
and disappeared. What's this about?

Mr. MacGregor has a speaking
engagement in 30 minutes.

We're investigating her murder.

God.

If I may.

This is a terrible tragedy, but
Mr. MacGregor hardly knew Miss Jaffe.

I'm more concerned about my daughter.

Celia wasn't here very long
but Gracie really liked her.

Her name wasn't Celia.
It was Emma Spencer.

She was a recent law-school graduate
who was working in the DA's office.

What was she doing
working as our nanny?

- We don't know.
- Well, I think I do.

Another dirty campaign maneuver,
courtesy of your opponent.

Do you know this woman?

- No.
- Who is she?

This is from primitive steel.
It has a good deal of slag in it.

Remind me why I care about slag
and get to the hunch part.

Well, the last time this type of steel was
manufactured was in the 15th century.

That's a gauntlet from a post-medieval
Scottish knight's suit of armor.

Let me see this petri dish.

You think that this ring could be from
chain mail from a suit of armor?

- I think it might be from a gauntlet.
- Isabelle's cheek.

You're saying the murderer was wearing
the gauntlet when he hit her?

These are the DNA results.

Yeah. Hmm. Which Boston family would have
a Scottish post-medieval suit of armor...

...and need a nanny?
Wait. I'm putting my thinking cap on. Mm.

Does the DNA belong
to Tom MacGregor?

How did you know?

Because I'm amazing too.

- What's up, Jane?
- Hey, Korsak.

You see a suit of armor
anywhere in that house?

I do. At the top of the stairs.

All right, I'm getting you a warrant.
Bring it back.

All right.

- The last of the boxes from Emma's lair.
- I'll take these, you take those.

Maura, come on. Yes or no?

One-point-five centimeters.

A gauntlet like this made the tool marks
on Isabelle Dubois' cheekbone.

"A gauntlet like this." How many 16th
century gauntlets are laying around?

- That's my job.
- You're taking too long.

I wanna know if there's blood.

That's blood.

Found something.

Isabelle and Emma knew Tom McGregor's
campaign manager, Dan Hargrove.

They were campers together
and Dan was their counselor.

Okay, here's a theory.

Dan introduces Isabelle to his friend,
Tom MacGregor.

Can I try?

What? You just did my test.

- It's guessing. You'll get hives.
- It's theorizing.

Tom MacGregor gives Isabelle Rohypnol
and he rapes her.

She feels the effects of the drug
and tries getting away.

I will raise your theory.

He backhands her with the gauntlet
so hard it splits her face open...

...then panics, strangles her and calls
Dan, the fixer, to get rid of the body.

I'll match and double.
Isabelle's body turns up.

Emma's got a problem because she lied
to police 10 years before. Zero credibility.

Has to find another way to get justice
for her friend.

Publicly humiliate Tom MacGregor.

Could Emma have figured out
from these photos...

...that Isabelle was struck
with that gauntlet?

If we're still playing theory, yes.

That's what she was doing in the house.
She was looking for the gauntlet.

- Dr. Isles, you see something?
- I do.

Arm hair. Caught in the chain mail.

Let's get it processed.

How about we start...

...by you telling me when my family's
suit of armor is gonna be returned?

Just so we're clear,
neither one of you know her?

Let me handle this, Tom. No.

And you'd never met her before
she came here to work as a nanny?

We've been through this. No.

That's weird.

Seems like you'd know the names
of your campers.

You spent three weeks with them.

What the hell?

Isabelle wrote this note
the night she disappeared.

"He says he'll be my knight
in shining armor.

Gag me with a spoon.
But I'm going tonight."

- She was coming here, wasn't she, Tom?
- Don't answer that.

- I'm calling your lawyer.
- Might wanna call yours too.

We thought you were the desperate guy
who wanted to be Isabelle's knight.

But it was you.

We found traces of Rohypnol
in Isabelle's remains.

You slipped her a roofie.

Then you strangled her
because she liked Tom more than you.

You probably roofied Tom too.

- Tom.
- That's why I woke up next to a dead girl.

Tom.

You let me think I did that.
You son of a--

- Hey. Relax.
- You can't prove any of this.

We can prove you knew both of them
and lied about it.

I'm sure we can prove you were wearing
that gauntlet when you struck Isabelle.

So was Emma trying to get the gauntlet
when you pushed her down the stairs?

I mean, she could trust you, right?
You were her old camp counselor.

- You'd help her get justice.
- Here, Jane.

That's blood.
And you're under arrest for the murder--

Where you going, huh?

You are under arrest for the murders
of Emma Spencer and Isabelle Dubois.

Put your hands behind your back.

- I'm innocent.
- You're an accessory after the fact.

You should've said something instead
of helping get rid of Isabelle's body.

Looks like the campaign's over, boys.

Come on, let's go.

Oh, should we join her?
She's sitting by herself.

There's a reason I'm by myself.
I prefer it.

Well, they say
the devil never drinks alone.

Jane.

- Can I buy you a beer, Sister?
- No, thank you, Miss Rizzoli.

The Sound and the Fury by Faulkner.

I'm enjoying it.

On the Angel's Wings of Desire?

Are nuns supposed to read that?

Uh-- Oh.

Hey.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

- You look hot.
- No, I don't.

Are you having a pity party, G?

Do you--? Do you want company
for your pity party?

Yeah, come on.

I'm sorry about your candidate.

Yeah, me too.

Guess I have to run myself
if I want any changes around here.

Oh, that's-- That's a good idea.

Yeah. Why stop at congressman?
Why not senator?

President?

Why not?

Think of all the interns.

- Skirts optional.
- I love you, guys.