Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 3, Episode 8 - Cuts Like a Knife - full transcript

Anja!

Maura, please help.

I'm in my brunch clothes.

Can't we just do this
after we go to Newbury Street?

Look, we have to put
my bed together

before you drag me
to boutiques.

Come on.

Okay.

"Slide tab 'A' into hole 'B'

at the appropriate size
for mattre--"

Why do they got to make
directions so complicated?



Okay.
They're not complicated.

"Extend arm 'C' to align
with bed frame at point 'D.'"

- I see what you mean.
- Mm.

And where are Fost and Frankie
with my mattress?

Frankie,
honey, watch your fingers!

Is your mother here?
Yes.

She's afraid Frankie will get
hurt before his big interview.

Well, the rate
of musculoskeletal disorders

is highest among movers.

The rate for uniforms
getting a slot in homicide

is lowest among mama's boys.

Okay.

What? Okay, th-- that's not
a mattress.

Oh, hey, Jane.
Hi.



Don't distract them!

I think they're
plenty distracted already.

Hey there.

Are you guys sure you're okay?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.

Thank you so much for letting me
mooch off your manpower.

Yeah. Mooch away.

I'll just sleep on the floor.

Jane, you want to come
meet your new neighbor?

She's a tattoo artist.

I'm Riley Cooper.

I'm Jane Rizzoli.

Hi. Maura Isles.

Oh, a female koi fish.
Beautiful!

They symbolize
independence and freedom.

Right.

How cool that you know that.

Yeah.
You're so cool, Maura.

Anything else
you need us to move?

Oh, let me think.
Yes. My mattress.

Hey, Jane.

I'm going to loan Riley
those non-stick pans I gave you.

You can't do that.
You don't use them.

Well, why don't you give her
the Bundt pan, too, ma?

Good idea.

If you won't let me pay you,

at least let me get you some cold beer?

Sounds good to me.

That'd be great. Yeah.

While my mother
raids my apartment

and gives everything I have
to my new neighbor,

now I got to work
on a Saturday.

Damn. Aw, shoot. You
got to go, too?

You make homicide, you can kiss
your Saturdays goodbye, too.

Hey!

Frankie, the mattress?

Mm.

"So in love wedding chapel."

What a weird place
to get married.

Well, not everybody can afford
a big church wedding.

So go to
the justice of the peace.

I mean, at least they don't
have plastic flowers.

Her right carotid was severed
by something very sharp.

You know,
thank goodness you're here.

How would we have known
it was something sharp?

Don't be mean 'cause your mattress
is still on top of your car.

You can't get bedbugs
from the street, can you?

No, no, that's dumb, right?

Well, new mattresses
can have bedbugs

if they've been transported
with old ones.

See if you have any, you know,

brown or red stains
or any pearly white casings.

Oh, my --
Please stop talking.

Bride was Anja Babic, 20,

foreign exchange student
from Dubrovnik.

Groom met her in a coffee house
he was managing.

Doo-bu-nik-your-upper-lip
to you.

I said Dubrovnik
is a beautiful city.

You speak Croatian?

Serbian.

It's an easy language.

No, yeah,
I-I think I'm picking it up --

Super-duper-vodka-dooby-do.

Groom's alibi is airtight --
he was waiting at the altar.

Well, it seems pretty personal.

I'll say -- slashing her throat
on her wedding day.

He gave me his phone.

Says his ex-fiancée
has been stalking him.

She left 14 messages last night.

You really think
I'm gonna stand by

and let you marry
that euro-slut?!

She's displaying signs of
intermittent explosive disorder.

It was supposed to be
our perfect day!

That bitch has no right!

Doesn't sound too
"intermittent" to me.

Ex-fiancée's name
was Vicky Collins.

I'll put a BOLO out on her.

Okay.

I'm calling Frankie.

We could sure use his help.

Are you calling him just to keep
him away from Riley?

Uh...no.

Frost! Come on.
Let's follow the blood trail.

Hmm.

Gives new meaning
to "bride wars."

There should be one more layer.

The top tier of the cake
is missing.

So the killer took the cake?

Do you see a knife?

No.

Um...but I'm seeing a hell
of a lot of blood, though.

Look at the arterial spray --
it hit the ceiling.

Yeah.

There's no void in the pattern.

Maybe our killer cut her

and then got out of here
before getting blood on himself.

Herself.

Mm.

Only a bridesmaid
would wear shoes that color.

You talk to any bridesmaids?

Weren't any.

Groom said Anja didn't have
any close friends.

Huh.

There are two sets of clothes
in here.

Jeans are different sizes.

Got the victim's purse.

And look at this.

Well,
she had at least one friend.

Why did you lie to me, Seth?

There was another woman
in that dressing room with Anja.

Who is this?

That's Lea.
Uh, it's Anja's younger sister.

How come
you never mentioned her before?

I didn't want you
to send Lea back to Croatia.

So you were marrying Anja
to get her a green card?

No!

And Lea ran after Anja
was murdered? No!

Maybe Lea ran
because she killed Anja.

No!
That's not possible.

They were inseparable.

I know that Lea ran

because she was afraid
of being deported.

Croatia is a dangerous place

for pretty girls
from poor families.

Looks like Boston
was pretty dangerous, too.

Two beautiful sisters
chasing the American dream.

Used to be enough
to get you a reality show.

Any sign of Lea?

No, but here's how
they got into the country --

they were sponsored
by a non-profit.

"Samaritan girl"?

That's an odd name
for a relief agency.

A Samaritan helps someone
in distress.

If the girl's getting the help,
why is she the Samaritan?

Shouldn't you
be doing an autopsy

instead of giving
a grammar lesson?

Oh.

Yeah, well, the coroner's van
is stuck in traffic.

Which reminds me
of Boris Kerner's work

on empirical spatiotemporal
features of traffic congestion.

It's --
Gosh, that's interesting,

but we're trying to figure out
who killed the bride.

Sorry.

I wonder what Anja and Lea
were running from in Croatia.

"Samaritan girl
helps young women

get an education
and a new life."

Anja got a new life.

It just wasn't the one
she was looking for.

Would you take a look at these
and tell us if you know them?

Sure, yeah.

Yeah, actually,
I recognize both these girls.

We brought them in.

Dead and missing?
This is terrible.

Has Lea contacted you today?

No, actually, I-I haven't met
either one of these girls.

You just said
you recognized them.

Well, yes, of course.

I recognize them
from their photos.

You see, detectives, we arranged
for them to get their visas,

and then we enroll them
in an exchange program.

Now, three months ago, these
girls flew here from Dubrovnik.

We sent a van over to Logan
to pick them up.

We couldn't find them.

You're sure they made the flight?
Yeah.

I mean, the airlines confirmed
they changed planes in London

and arrived here in Boston.

What do you think happened?

We bring over a lot of young
women here, detective,

to make sure they have a chance
at the American dream.

Unfortunately,
some do use Samaritan girl

as a way to skirt immigration.

Frankie's responding to a 911
call at Seth's coffee house.

We should get over there.
Thank you for your time.

No problem.

Oh, come on.
You know you want some cake.

It's delicious.

Mmm.

Lemon curd
with buttercream frosting.

You two, distract her.

Why don't you distract her?

It's kind of a big knife.

Uh-oh.
It's the cops.

Did Seth send you?

Does his little Croat slut
want her cake back?

Too bad.
We're enjoying it.

Vicky, drop the knife.

Or what?
You gonna shoot me?

Bam-bam, bam-bam-bam, bam!

How about you?

You gonna shoot me, too,
officer?

Put down the knife, and let's
talk about what's upsetting you.

What's upsetting me?

Keep her talking.

Me?

Uh, yeah.

What's upsetting you?

I'll tell you
what's upsetting me --

that Croat euro-whore
stole my boyfriend!

Oh, man, that sucks.

Drop the knife, Vicky.

I hate lemon curd!

I was voted "most likely
to succeed" in high school.

You're young.
There's still time.

No, I'm not!
My life is over!

You can stop talking
to her now.

So, there are three sets
of prints on this cake knife.

One belongs
to the crazy ex-fiancée, Vicky,

and the other to Anja,
the dead bride.

You said three.

Yeah. The third set
are partials.

Korsak's working on 'em now.

Maybe Vicky had an accomplice.

Odd.

There's some kind of substance
in the wound.

It's blue.

Well, that can't be
the frosting.

That was buttercream.

What kind of cake
would you have?

For what?

Your wedding.

Who am I marrying?

I'm going to have
a hazelnut almond,

chocolate ganache,
and maybe mocha buttercream.

Maura, you don't even
have a boyfriend.

Oh, I'm not getting married.

I just think it's fun to play
fantasy wedding, don't you?

If you're 5.

Okay.

The edges of the wound
are clean.

So, it's not from this cake knife?
No.

I've rarely seen a blade sharp
enough to make a cut like this.

Hmm.

What a shame to get married
in a polyester blend.

What does your dress look like?

I don't wear dresses.

Oh, come on.

You must have fantasized
about your wedding dress

as a little girl.

Yes, once.
I had a very high fever.

My gown would be silk charmeuse

with an empire waist
and a 20-foot train.

And the ceremony would be
in the cliffs of Santorini,

right above a volcano.

What if the volcano erupts?

Oh, I'd check
for seismic activity.

Of course.

And I wanted to marry
Antonio Benivieni

when I was 12.

Not Antonio!

I hate it
when we like the same guy!

He died in the 16th century.

Pioneered the autopsy.

I'd be
Maura Dorthea Isles Benivieni.

Wow. Dorthea?
And you laughed at Clementine?

Dorthea?!

I didn't laugh. I smiled.
I liked it.

And I --
and I like this name, too,

'cause, you know, it's the name
of a famous artist.

Oh, my God.
You are so weird.

Okay. You know what?
Fine.

If it'll
move things along, yes.

I was once in love
with bill Buckner.

And then the ball went through
his legs in the world series.

No longer.

Can we finish?

Yes.

Thank you.
Okay.

What is that?

Hmm.

Looks like a copper rivet.

I'll send it to the crime lab
to run some tests.

Okay.

Oh, it's Korsak.

Ooh, our suspect, Vicky,
is upstairs.

And she will only speak
to unmarried women.

Well, where do you think
you're going?

I'm unmarried.

And Vicky sounds
a little unhinged.

You might need
my professional opinion

to help break the suspect.

Since when?

Reassure her.
Compliment her wedding album.

Um, that's a --
that's a nice wedding album.

It's...not...
a...wedding...album!

I'm by myself!

Do you see what that slut
did to my life?

Do you?

That was a good idea.

Ask her if she has
auditory hallucinations.

Um...you ever
hear voices?

You bet I do!

That bitch and her sister

were always talking about me
behind my back.

Could be
brief reactive psychosis.

It'd help to know the event
that precipitated it.

You mean the wedding?
That event?

Are you hearing voices, too?

W-- uh...yes.

I have a know-it-all
in my ear.

You know that Anja bitch
was a liar, too?

Wh-what do you mean?

Well, she said she was
a student, but she wasn't.

She said she was a virgin,
but she was a raging slut.

Turn the page.
You'll see.

Slut, right?

Agree with her
so you don't inflame her.

Yeah,
she's so...slutty.

She deserved what I did to her.

She feels no empathy
for her victim.

I got this part.

Um, you think Anja deserved
to have her throat cut?

She's dead?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, my God!
That's fantastic!

She suffers
from psychotic delusions.

Now Seth and I can get married!

Yay!

It is my professional opinion

that she be put
under psychiatric observation.

Good idea.

Jane!

I'm gonna make you eat
something green tonight.

Okay, I'll get extra pickles
on my burger.

It's Korsak.

Mm. Still no sign of Lea.

Wonder if Vicky
scared her out of town.

Hmm.

You showed up
to the guy's house?

Is that your neighbor, Riley,
sitting with Frankie?

...a sex doll, right?
Oh, my God.

Hey.

Hey.

What's with the suit?

Your interview with Cavanaugh
isn't until Monday.

I thought I'd break it in.

Well, I told him to wear it.
Men in suits turn me on.

It's so cool that you're about
to become a homicide detective.

Well...

It's not a done deal.

Hey, thanks again
for the Bundt pan.

Oh, Jane, she made
the best chocolate cake.

I'll bring you some.

That's nice of you.

Okay, well,
nice bumping into you.

Yeah, you, too.

You know, actually,
I got to call it a night.

Aw.

Aw, that must be
so disappointing for you, Riley.

Sorry my brother
is so crushingly boring.

I think he's great.

I'll see you soon, Frankie.
Yeah.

Yeah.

I'll see ya.
Okay.

I'll see ya.
See ya.

Bye.

Don't interfere.
I'm not.

Yeah, you are.
I really like her.

She feels sneaky to me.
I think she's hiding something.

So don't go out with her.

Good night, Maura.

He leaves. She stays.

Well, doesn't that seem
kind of...

Kind of...?

You're judging her because she's
sitting by herself in a bar?

No.

Yes.

Hey.

Hey.

I got some more info
on Anja and Lea.

Vicky was right -- neither
of them was going to college.

All right.

Hey, uh, you want to sit
and have a beer with us?

Uh, no. Thanks, though.
Uh, I'm meeting someone.

See you tomorrow.

Yeah. See ya.

She's hugging him, Maura.

Look at that!

She's kissing him!

Yeah, I can see that.

Okay, she's not sitting
by herself

or keeping her hands
to herself.

Is it okay to judge now?

If she was a man,
would you judge?

Hell, yes.

I need to tell Frankie.

Stay out of it.

And I need to tell Fost.

Stay out of it.

Stay out of what?

Jane's new neighbor is doing
Darwinian sex selection.

What?

She seemed like
such a nice girl,

even though she has
those hideous tattoos.

Ma, do you even know
what she just said?

Yes, I do.

Riley is picking a mate
from a big selection.

It's something you should try.

Oh! A small selection --
Frankie or Fost.

What a slut!

Ma!

Excuse me.

Morning, lieutenant.

Good morning.

Mnh, mnh, mnh.
I think my mom likes my boss.

I did see them
having sex in the lobby.

What?

That was a joke.

Special Irish breakfast for you --

it's steel-cut oatmeal
with fresh peaches.

Thanks, miss Rizzoli.
Looks delicious.

Hey, ma.

Frankie!

You look so professional
in a suit.

He's a really hard worker,
lieutenant.

Ma.

And he studied really hard
for the detective test. Ma.

There she goes.

Well, there's only
one opening in homicide,

and she's trying to help.

Yeah, well, she keeps putting peach
flowers on the boss's oatmeal,

it's gonna send him
over the top.

Frankie, if you're half as good
as your mother's cooking,

you got a good shot, kid.

Do you hear that?
I got a shot.

Yeah, as long as your mom
keeps feeding Cavanaugh.

Oh, is that suit
from the Korsak collection?

Riley liked it.

She said it gave me
a young Al Pacino vibe.

Okay.
You two are idiots.

She's playing you both.

Yeah, we know.
It's all good.

It's "all good"

if my new neighbor
sleeps with both of you?

Well, many cultures
exchange partners

to indulge
in forbidden pleasures.

Aw, geez. God.

Neither one of us
has hooked up with Riley yet.

I mean, that would be
a total violation of the code.

Mm.

The man code?
I've heard of this.

I-it's an unspoken set of rules
that men live by.

Thank you, Jane Goodall.

So, what,
one of these "man code" rules

is until Riley does one of you,
you both go out with her?

Yeah.

Oh, that seems reasonable.
What's another one?

Well,
you can't share an umbrella.

And then if, uh, you've known
a guy for more than 24 hours,

his sister is off-limits.

So, Jane and detective Fost
can't hook up?

Maura!

Well, there's the grenade rule.

That's a big one.
Yeah.

I don't understand.

A "grenade"
is a hot girl's...ugly friend.

You got to jump
on that grenade, hmm?

If it helps your buddy.
Mm.

Helps him how?

Oh, sleep with the hot chick,
Maura.

Oh!

Oh, fun's over, kids.

Korsak's got a hit
on the third set

of partial prints
on the cake knife.

Hey.
We got a suspect?

Yeah.

Convicted sex offender
delivered the cake.

"Manny 'chatterbox' Cruz."

The bakery know
they were hiring a felon?

Yeah.
He works for everyman cakes.

It's a parolee work program.

Huh.

So, maybe he tried
to assault her,

she fought him,
and he slit her throat.

Damn, mami.

If I had known
homicide cops look like you,

I'd get arrested more often, eh?

Knock it off!

I kept him cuffed.

He's known for whipping out
his Johnson in mixed company.

Ah!

Did you whip it out in front
of the bride, chatterbox?

And she wasn't impressed, so you
whipped out your knife instead?

Look...
Yeah, I delivered the cake.

I saw the bride
and that bridesmaid girl, too.

But when I left,
they were fine.

I think we just put you
at the murder scene.

All right, I confess.

You confess? To murder?

Hell, no.
To sparking up a blunt.

So, you're getting baked
while you're on parole?

Right outside the chapel.

But when I lit up,
I heard screaming.

Who was screaming?

The chicks --
in some crazy-ass language, too.

Oh, and I heard some dude, too.

You know, for a minute,
I thought my blunt was laced.

Did you see anything?

You gonna help me with
my parole violation if I did?

Maybe.

All right.

I saw some dude dragging
that bridesmaid girl to a car.

And you just kept smoking?

I thought she was his old lady

and he was taking her
all caveman-style.

Oh, you know what I mean?

What did he look like?

I don't know.
Uh, like a dude.

White, black, Asian?

Uh...

What about the car?

It was a car, man.
Uh, like a sedan.

No, no, no.
Maybe an S.U.V.

No.
I don't know.

By that time -- pshew --
I was wasted.

Jane, I don't think
Lea's on the run.

I think
our killer abducted her.

Yeah.
We got to find her.

We put out
a statewide bulletin.

There's not a single sighting
of Lea.

Who the hell took her?

Okay.

Can we just do
one thing at a time?

Either talk about the case
or move this mattress.

I hate my brother!

Oh, well, the good news is

I don't see
any cimex lectularius larvae.

Ugh, Maura!
You and the bedbugs.

Please stop!
W--

Yeah.

That's Riley.

I'm gonna go ask her to help

because it's her fault
that we're moving this mattress.

Yeah, man, I got the cash.

I can do 5k of liquid units.

Yeah. 3:00's cool.
Same place.

She just bought
5,000 liquid units.

Well, that seems like
an awful lot of tattoo ink.

It's liquid ecstasy.

Oh, my God.

A-arrest her.

I can't arrest her
for making a phone call.

Maura, my little brother
and my partner

are falling for a drug dealer.

I knew it!

You're in early.

Is that someone involved
with the missing girl?

No, this is my new
next-door neighbor.

Uh-oh.

I once had a neighbor
who cooked meth in his mud room.

You think she's cute?

Wow!

I mean, if you like
that sort of thing. I --

Well, Frankie and Fost
are all over her.

They know she's a drug dealer?

No, but they will
when I tell them.

Hey, Frankie.

Come here.
We need to talk.

Uh, not now.

Cavanaugh called me in
for my interview.

Any advice?

Yeah. Don't choke.

You'll do great.

You will. Come on.

It's your job to lose, okay?

Mm.

You look good.

Hey, Rizzoli. Yeah?

Not you.
The original Rizzoli.

In my office, now.

I just got word from
the commander of the drug unit

that you ran
one of their targets.

One of their targets? Wh--
She's my next-door neighbor.

Oh, y-you're ordered
not to talk to her,

not to go anywhere near her,
in person, or on the Internet.

Okay.

Um...

She's, um...dating...
some cops.

Cops? Plural?

Yes, sir.

Okay,
this shouldn't be too hard.

She's your neighbor.

So the two guys I can think of
is Fost and Frankie, hmm?

Yes, sir.

I mean,
we -- we should warn them.

I mean, maybe she's
trying to get close to them

to get information.

Look, I don't even know what
the drug unit's got goin' on.

All's I know is that
the commander went ape-shit

when you ran that name.

Sir, that's my brother
and my partner.

Enough!

You are ordered
to keep your mouth shut

until they make their move.

We clear?

Yes, sir.
Good.

Now get back to work.

We got a dead bride
and a missing sister.

Yes, sir.

Of course my partner
and my little brother

have to fall
for the big drug dealer.

Couldn't fall
for the little drug dealer.

Wh--
Stop worrying.

The man code will prevent them
from both hooking up with Riley.

That's so soothing,
Maura. Thank you.

I got to tell them!
What if something happens?

Oh, something will happen if you
don't keep your mouth shut --

You'll be
brought up on charges,

and Frankie's gonna
lose his shot at homicide,

and Fost will get transferred.

Okay, well, other than that,
what could happen?

You see this copper rivet that
we found on Anja's wedding gown?

Yeah. So?

So it has traces of a wheat
containing the sr6 gene.

Oh, the sr6 gene.
Bummer.

Do you ever read

the journal of agriculture
and food chemistry?

Mm. Every issue.

I especially loved the
"caption the cartoon" contest.

There's a caption contest?

Ha ha ha!

So, the sr6 was a gene
cultivated in the 1940s.

If you're trying to bore me
to death, it's working.

It became en vogue
for farmers to use copper tools

after a European ecologist
promoted the idea

that iron defertilized soil.

Wh-- so, you're saying

that Anja was killed
by some old farm tool?

Possibly.

This is a Srbosjek knife.

It was used for farming
in eastern Europe.

So, you're thinking
that the sr6 residue stuff

was on the shop-sheik knife
and that's what killed Anja?

The Croatian Nazis
called it "cutthroat"

because it made it easy
to slit the throat of a victim.

What?
Where are you going?

To look at her scalp.

If it's here, it'd be right...

If what's here?

This.

It's a Cyrillic letter.

They branded her.
That's a "K."

Well, what's that?

It means "cutthroat."

You think that "K"
stands for "cutthroat?"

Maybe.

Well, Anja's fiancé
said that she and her sister

were terrified
of being sent back to Croatia.

Well, this tissue is in
its last stages of healing.

This is recent.

You mean somebody did that
to her here, in the U.S.?

Excuse me.
Yeah.

I need a speculum.

If she's been branded, she's
almost certainly been raped.

I found substantial scarring
on Anja's cervix,

indicative of recent
and repeated rape.

Unfortunately,
we see this all the time --

young immigrant women, they get
targeted by human traffickers.

You're looking at 500,000,
just in this country.

What do you make of that?

Oh, God.

I haven't seen a mark like that
in 10 years.

This looks like
"cutthroat."

Well, that's the Serbian
nickname for this knife.

It's possible that a knife
like this is the murder weapon.

And "cutthroat" was also a man.

He was a human trafficker

whose specialty was women
from Serbia and Croatia.

But he was killed
two years ago.

So, what about the "K"
on her neck?

He used to carve it into
the necks of his sex slaves.

May I use your computer?

Y-yeah. Of course.

His real name
was Dragomir Lapov.

Now, Lapov used it on the girls
who tried to escape.

Slit their throats
as a warning to the others.

So, it looks like
we have a new cutthroat.

Get a new one every day.
It's frustrating as hell.

What will happen to Lea?

My guess?

She was taken
'cause she's a virgin.

If she's still alive,
she'll be auctioned off.

How do we find her?

They'll want her to go
to the highest bidder.

Means they'll have to
advertise.

How? The Internet?

The Internet, newspapers.

It's almost impossible
to find them

unless you know where to look.

I ran five different
web-bot programs.

Searched every inch of local,
statewide advertising.

Nothing.

Maybe they're taking a page
out of the terrorist handbook --

keeping it all low-tech.

I'll look
through the personals.

Sounds like
you speak from experience.

Don't you remember?
That's how met.

Either of you see Frankie
after his interview?

No.

Crap.

That means
it didn't go very well.

"Yugo best mechanics."

I had a Yugo.

What do you call a Yugo
with 1,000 miles?

An overachiever.

Okay, okay, it's a lousy car.

No-nobody
drives them anymore.

How do these mechanics
stay in business?

I think they're servicing
different foreign bodies.

That must be
how our killer found Anja.

He was looking for his ad

when he saw
her wedding announcement.

A Cyrillic "K" --
for "cutthroat."

Where'd you get
the stun gun?

I borrowed it.

Frost, you go first.
Why me?

You have the stun gun.

Now you've got the stun gun.

Gimme that! God.

Where's Lea?

She's not here.

Is your team winning?

Boston homicide.

You so much as blink and one
of us will blow your head off.

Go ahead. Shoot me.

You heard the man.
I did.

Aah! Aah!

And I thought eastern Europeans
were tough guys.

Move in now.

Police! Hands in the air!

Boston police department!

Don't move! Freeze!
You freeze! Right there!

Turn around.

Joanna, it's okay.
It's okay.

Shh. Shh. Shh.
Shh. Shh. Shh.

These are cutthroat's girls.

Shh.

Ask her
if she recognizes this knife.

She says this is
the same kind of knife

cutthroat used on her neck.

Does she know these two girls?

She says they escaped.

Okay.

Tell her that we're gonna
show her all the men.

We need to know
if one of them is cutthroat.

No.

So, where is he,
and what has he done with Lea?

It's all right. Come on.

You're gonna get fat.

Good.

Can I get you
some chocolate milk?

Yeah.

Riley hates fat guys,

especially ones
that drink chocolate milk.

Shut up.

I blew my interview, okay?

What did Cavanaugh say?

He said it's down to me
and one other candidate.

All right!
So, come on.

You're still in the hunt.
Frankie.

Hey, get your own.

Uh!

What? We're making sure
you don't get fat.

Wh-- ooh!
There's Cavanaugh.

Let's ask him.

If you do,
I will take this plate

and stuff it down your throat.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, boss!

Hey. The drug unit
made a big bust today.

5,000 units of ecstasy.

Wow. Nice haul.

Move 'em up to booking.

Oh, my God.

Now you know
why the drug unit commander

didn't want you
running his target, Rizzoli.

What the hell?

Riley is a drug dealer?

I don't believe it.
I want my pans back.

They're pans, ma.

So, you think you're ready

to be a homicide detective,
Frankie?

Maybe you oughta investigate
the girls you date first.

And you, too, Fost.

Now, you should know better.

You knew Riley was a target?

Frankie, I'm so sorry.

Hey, knock it off, Frankie.

We're the ones
who blew it, not Jane.

Frankie, come on.

Frost, I'm really sorry.

Frankie -- he's never
gonna talk to me again.

The blue residue
I found in Anja's throat wound

is methyl isobutyl ketone.

Gee,
thank you for the sympathy.

I really appreciate it.

Well, he'll get over it.

Aren't you gonna say,
"what's the blue stuff?"

What's the blue stuff?

Dry-erase ink.

Wh-what's that doing
in Anja's throat wound?

Well, that's better.

Dry-erase markers
produce a fine particulate dust

similar to chalk.

So, what?
Are we looking for a teacher?

I mean,
who else uses those markers?

It's a great writing instrument

for temporary charts,
lists, calendars.

Lists and calendars...

Where're you going?

Uh, I need a photo.

What? Jane.

Ask her if this is cutthroat.

Okay. You're safe now.
He can't hurt you anymore.

It's okay.

Cutthroat is Chris Harris.

He got j-1 visas
for Anja and Lea.

They thought they were
coming here to be students.

He brings girls here
to sell 'em.

So, go get him!
Go find Lea.

If we move on him now
and Lea's not with him,

we may never find her.

The girls he brings into
the country have no next of kin.

It's classic predator behavior.

He selected vulnerable girls
that no one would miss.

Frost, click on
the "upcoming events" icon.

There's a fundraiser

at Samaritan girl headquarters
tonight.

"Black tie to benefit
the 'maidens' of the Balkans."

"Maiden" means
"young and unmarried."

It also means "virgin."

You see the fine print?

"Dinner to be followed
by an auction."

Can you magnify
the bottom of the page?

It's
a Cyrillic letter "K."

So, maybe Lea's still alive.

What's the password?

"Cutthroat."

Go ahead.

Every so often, it pays to be
a middle-aged white guy.

I am so driving
on the way back.

Evening, sir.
Auction is down the hallway.

Oh, man!

Nice right cross!

Yeah?
Nice right cross!

Thanks.

Gentlemen,
we open bids at $50,000.

Do I hear $50,000
for this unspoiled virgin?

$50,000.

$51,000!

- That's Lea.
- $52,000.

Ah.
Do I hear $53,000?

$53,000.

- Boston police! Nobody move!
- Nobody move!

Hands in the air!

Move in! Move in!

Harris, let her go. Come any
closer, I'm gonna cut this whore.

You mean the same way
you cut her sister, Anja?

Shut up!

Let me go!
Shut up!

Shut your mouth!

It's all right.
It's over.

It's okay. It's okay.

He killed my sister!

I know. Shh.
It's okay. It's okay.

Come on. Come on.
Let's get you out of here.

I got her. I got her.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

I don't get too many
happy endings on this job,

so thank you.

How many more are out there?

There's too many.

But take a look at those girls,
detective.

You just gave them all
their lives back.

Are you starting to like
Pinot noir more?

No.

Frost and Frankie
drank all the beer.

Hmm. Too bad.

Hey, maybe you'll get
a new neighbor

and Frankie and Fost
will help you move this mattress

to your bedroom.

That would be really nice

because the traffic
is really loud out here.

You did good work today.

Thanks.

At least Anja
didn't die in vain, you know?

Lea gets to stay here in Boston
and go to college.

I just think
it's so disgusting that

they put her in a wedding gown
to auction her off.

That's the part
that disgusts you?

No.
All of it disgusts me.

Ugh.

So, you must've had a wedding
fantasy when you were little.

Come on.
Every little girl has one.

Okay,
it wasn't really a fantasy.

It was -- I had this dumb idea
that I would say my vows

at Fenway over home plate
in a Red Sox Jersey.

It's not dumb.

It's not exactly elegant,
but at least it's colorful.

And we would have the reception
over the pitcher's mound,

and we would serve foot-long
hot dogs, and frozen lemonade.

And the guests would throw
peanuts at us instead of rice.

Can I come?

Maybe.

Okay.

A Red Sox jersey?

Okay, you're in fantasy.

You cannot tell me
what to wear.