Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 7, Episode 13 - Ocean Frank - full transcript

- Morning.
- Floater.

Manhole.

What are you doing?

Well, I've been thinking about

how you're leaving
for the FBI Academy,

and I'm going to Paris.
Teeth.

Statues.

This is your idea of
a trip down memory lane?

I realize that most of
our shared experiences

- aren't documented.
- You mean other than

with extensive
departmental paperwork



and court transcripts?

Which are cold and impersonal,

so I have decided to make
a virtual memory book.

- With crime scene photos?
- Yes.

I mean, how many fascinating
crime scenes have we shared?

- Community theater.
- Sex party.

Revolutionary War reenactment.

High school reunion.

- Refrigerator.
- Body farm.

Church.
Fishing tournament.

I'm going to miss you.

- Well, I'm not gone yet.
- No, but almost.

How many more of these
experiences are we gonna have?

Well, unless this is my mother



demanding more cheese curls
for Korsak's retirement party,

I'd say at least one more.

- Rizzoli.
- Isles.

Remember that guy?

7x13 - "Ocean Frank"

Wow.

Doesn't seem so sexy when
it ends up like that?

Robert Riley, 35 years old.
Apparently married.

- Is she here?
- No.

And it looks like a suitcase
is missing from the closet.

Her underwear drawer is empty.

If I'm running for my life,
I'm not sure I'd take the time.

But if I'm packing to leave
after I kill my husband...

Well, clean underwear would be

at the top of my on-the-lam list.

Life on the lam
would be a little rough

- at the Four Seasons, Ma Barker.
- Cute.

But you'd never find me.
I'd be at the Ritz.

Anyway, it appears as though
our victim has been decapitated.

No disrespect, Doc,
but that head is still on that neck.

An orthopedic decapitation,
an Atlanto-Occipital dislocation.

Well, what do you know?

Can that happen
in some weird sex game?

Can't say.

Maura, just one little guess.
A small surmise.

It appears as though he
received a high-energy strike

from a very large, blunt object...

something flexible
and without rough edges.

- Did you find any balloon animals?
- Not even a balloon.

All right, I will check with Frankie,
have him search

the neighborhood, see if anybody
saw a rogue blimp on the loose.

I shouldn't have said anything.

And miss all this fun?
Aw, gee, Maura.

It had to be Panda.

Nothing like this
ever happens around here.

If it did, I would know.

- Did Robert and his wife ever...
- Elaine... that's her name.

And did Robert and Elaine ever fight?

I wouldn't know
what goes on behind closed doors.

- Did you ever hear them arguing?
- No. No, not at all.

I do know that Robert would,
leave every morning at 8:00,

I assume to work.

He came back at about noon,
stayed for an hour,

and then, left again until 5:00.

I'm sorry, Detective.
My mom means to be helpful.

- She is. And your name is...?
- Steve. Steve Browning.

- Did you know the Rileys?
- Not really.

- Is this connected to the break-ins?
- Break-ins?

Mom, didn't you say
something about a black truck?

That's right.

I saw it several times,
driving back and forth.

Very suspicious. Very.

- Hey, Ma.
- Hey, Janey.

Okay, I better not be here
because I can reach high places.

No, no, no.
I have something for you.

I mean, I didn't mean for you
to rush on over.

- Well, your text said it was important.
- It's important.

It's just not urgent.

It reminded me of you.

Yeah...

yeah, no, that's...
that's totally me.

Yeah, well,
I figured where you're going,

you would need an extra suitcase.

Ma, I'm going to the FBI.
I'm not going on safari.

Yeah, but you could have
school supplies and books

- and manuals and stuff.
- Who carries manuals in a suitcase?

I just want you to think
about me when you're gone.

Ok-Okay, okay, okay.
Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.

And, you know, come on.

You know, of course
I would think about you.

But not because of this.
This is hideous.

I'm going back to work.

Hi.

I started the search of
marriage records in Boston.

According to this,

Robert Riley and Elaine Chan
were married six months ago.

- What?
- Nothing.

Nope.

What?

- You can't kiss me at the office.
- I know that.

You know, we do have to tell
everyone that we're engaged.

Hey!
What are you doing?

I wasn't spying.

- It looks like you were spying.
- Yes, I know.

It's just
no one will agree to do

these testimonials
for the party, and I've...

I've resorted to
sneaking up on people.

- You need to erase that.
- Yeah. I will.

I do not want to be
the spiller of beans.

I'll record mine.
Come back in one hour.

Thank you, Nina.

And let me just be the first to say...

- Thank you?
- That's beautiful. What's it mean?

It means, "May you not see a pig

on the way to your wedding."

You guys rock.

- One hour.
- Yeah. One hour.

- Hey, Jane!
- No.

All right.
I'll catch you later then.

Unless that's Bass,
you got a suitcase from Ma.

She told me it was meant to
complement my personality.

Mine is covered in leopard spots.

The leopard is incredibly
intelligent and astoundingly strong.

They are elusive, secretive,
and beautiful.

- I'm sorry you're a turtle.
- Tortoise.

They're known for their
serenity and steadfastness,

and they've become
a symbol of wisdom.

Wow! I underestimated Ma.
I just thought they were ugly.

What do we got here?

Well, not only is there an
Atlanto-Occipital dislocation,

but there's significant damage
to C-3 and C-4.

Which would take
a tremendous force.

And an object at least 10 inches wide.

So it seems unlikely that this happened

while he was handcuffed
to the bed.

So someone placed him on the bed

to make it look like
a sex game gone wrong.

- What's he weigh? About 250?
- Close. 117,196 kilograms.

- 258 pounds, 6 ounces.
- Thank you.

There's something else.

Subcutaneous hemorrhaging
to the right thenar muscle.

So he hit something or someone.

All right. Thanks.

Hey.

Think you ever would've run out of
crazy medical terms to say to me?

Would you let the door hit
you in the face as you entered?

Of course not.

Okay, let's do this.

Okay.

Cue, Nina.

I came here from Chicago
and didn't know anyone.

I didn't really want to know anyone.

But you were kind,
patient, funny.

I was so worried about
being the newcomer,

and from the first moment,

you all treated me
like you've known me forever.

And I hope we'll be a part of
each other's lives forever.

Because that's a lot better
than saying goodbye.

That's beautiful.

All right. Thanks.

Yep. Okay.

You gotta do that today?
You got like a month left.

I've got 15 unused sick
days and two weeks vacation.

- Really?
- Yeah. You probably have much more.

- Have you checked?
- No.

What? You assume you're
gonna die with it all unused?

Yes, sitting right here
at this desk,

surrounded by
42 empty cups of coffee.

Pretty picture.

- So you're done today?!
- Today.

- This what you had in mind?
- Perfect. Thanks.

- I hate this!
- And something for you.

Robert Riley was a plumber.

Had his own small,
one-man operation.

And no criminal record,
no restraining order, no lawsuits.

- Money problems?
- His credit report is clean,

- and his business is solvent.
- Any trace of the wife?

Got no hit on the BOLO,
checked the airlines

and ran the name Elaine Chan
through ICE... nothing.

She has no credit cards,
bank accounts,

- and no driver's license.
- It's like she didn't exist,

except for being married to Robert.

Well, we know she exists.
The neighbors saw her.

- Well, I'll keep digging.
- Okay, thanks.

I'm gonna take a load of
this stuff down to my car.

I'll give you a hand.

Hi, babe.

What are you doing here?

Well, I knew you were doing
all this yourself,

- so I, took the day off to help.
- Best boyfriend ever!

So, Jane and Maura still don't know

- this party's for them, too?
- Nope!

They're completely in the dark.

You know, you never really,

told me how you feel
about everyone leaving.

- I don't know.
- Sometimes it helps to talk about things.

Did I ever tell you
that I used to force Jane

to come to Sunday dinner?

I insisted,
no matter how busy she was.

But after a while,

she and Frankie
used to come every Sunday,

hungry for lasagna.

And then Maura joined,

and sometimes Korsak and Kiki,

and now Nina.

It's my gang.
It's my normal.

I...
I just don't know

if my lasagna will taste the same

without everybody at the table.

What are you doing?

- What?!
- Kent told me that

- you weren't cooperating with the video.
- I was totally cooperating!

Too late.
It's already gone.

You are the worst
boyfriend ever.

- No, I'm not.
- Yes, you are.

And that was lovely.

And I really did come to help,
so tell me what I can do.

I do have one thing you
can help me with. This way.

- You rang?
- Yes.

- Did you find Elaine Chan?
- Not yet,

but I did locate Robert's mother
in Florida.

- She only met Elaine on Skype.
- Okay.

Is this on?

- God!
- Hi, Angela.

Hi. I did it!

- Yay.
- We're teaching her how to Skype.

Who's "we"?

Hi, Jane.

Hey, Ron.
Look. You two look so cute.

Your idea?

What happened?
I can't see her anymore.

- I'm here.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

This is fun!

I mean, I'm gonna be able
to talk to you every day,

and see you every day!

And you know what?
I could watch you teach.

Yeah, that is great.
I'm sure the recruits will love that.

You know what?
Hey, let's, um...

let's practice something else.

You see the...
the top row of keys there?

- Yeah.
- Okay, find F-10.

Honey, they all say F-something.

Okay. I found it.

Okay.
Go ahead and press that.

- We will talk about this later.
- Sorry.

So good.

Hey. What's up?

You working for
a moving company now?

Got a contact in the mailroom.

Yeah? Did she teach you
how to Skype yet?

Your mother's gonna show me.

- Look what we found.
- Elaine Chan looks to be married

to at least two other men
in Massachusetts.

- Elaine's a bigamist?
- Or Elaine Chan's a phony name.

Also, about a month
before they were married,

Robert paid $5,000 to
Second Pleasure Enterprises.

They're not a registered corporation
with the Secretary of State's Office,

but they do have
a small web presence.

So, Robert dies handcuffed to
his bed in his red satin boxers,

and now we find out
he gave 5 grand to this place?

Second Pleasure could be
a cover for sex-trafficking.

I'm gonna look into
these other marriages.

And I'll call you
once I find an address

- for Second Pleasure.
- Okay.

And I will give you $1,000
if you will stop packing.

I am lying, but it's worth it
to see you in the chair again.

Why can't I find
the cotton swabs

and the sterile water?

Well, that's not where they go.

Yeah, sorry,
I made a few changes.

- Well, why would you make any changes?
- For my own ease?

But rearranging things
before you went on vacation

was insensitive.
I'm sorry, Maura.

N-No. No, I'm the one that
should be sorry. I'm just...

I just can't get used to the idea
that I'm taking a leave of absence,

- even for a little while.
- Well, do you know what?

I look forward to reading the book
that you'll write in this brief respite.

- Ready to do your video now?
- No.

You're very grumpy.

- Did you know that?
- Still, no.

- You got anything for me?
- Maybe.

We found linseed oil and beeswax
on the victim's neck.

Also, I'm doing additional tests

to determine the origins
of both substances.

We found two DNA profiles
inside the house...

one from our victim,
the other from a female.

Did you get a match in CODIS?

No, but when you find the wife,

we'll be able to tell if she
put the cuffs on her husband.

- Great.
- What is it?

Our only lead is
a strip club in Chinatown.

- Nobody talks in strip clubs.
- So that means you're gonna have

to go undercover as a... stripper?

We've done worse.

I'll get my tassels.

Hey.
Sorry to keep you waiting.

I didn't actually think
you'd show up,

so I didn't leave the BPD until you
texted that you were actually here.

Do you get punched a lot?

Not as much as you'd think.

Okay.

I'm ready when you are.

I hate endings.

The truth is I hate beginnings, too.

I like middles,
the steady sameness,

comfortable forever.

But I guess I've been
doing this long enough

to know you don't always get to
pick when life changes.

So... I know I have no choice
but to embrace this,

and I'm gonna make it

the best version of a next step
that I can.

I'm gonna miss you.
All of you.

The bar is always open.

Korsak.

Hard candy shell,
soft nougat center.

For God's sake!

It's not your
grandfather's strip club,

- but it's still creepy.
- That it is.

Good afternoon, sir.
My name is Josh Walker.

I am the proprietor.

Regretfully, you cannot have
your own lady friend in the club.

I'm nobody's lady friend.
Boston Homicide.

Yes, Detective, please.
Please, come on in.

May I offer you something to drink,
or, a booth perhaps?

We don't want any drinks,
we don't want a booth.

We just want some answers.

What do you have
going on here, Josh?

This is a social club, a place
for middle-aged men, to meet women

without the stress
of traditional dating.

This is a legitimate business,
Detective.

I'm a very successful matchmaker.

Really?

'Cause to me,
it looks like you're a pimp.

I swear, officers, that...
that's all I do.

I...
I introduce decent men

to recently-arrived to this country,
but equally decent women.

5 grand for an introduction
seems a little steep.

- That... That's a membership fee.
- He a member?

Robert, yes, yes.
Just got married.

Very happy.

Well, he was until somebody
broke his neck and killed him.

My.
Who would do that?

- Maybe you.
- Me? N-No, no, no.

I haven't even talked to him
since this engagement.

Besides, that man could eat me
for breakfast.

Okay, let's say we buy that.
Elaine is missing.

Do you have any idea why
or where she might be?

You know, I always say,
"Love is so hard to facilitate."

Which means these women
don't have valid

- immigration status?
- N-N-No, they do.

Ev-Every woman here is fine.
They're fine.

We can take you downtown
and put a big sign on the door

that says, "Closed."

Her... Her real name
isn't Elaine. It's Wei.

I-I put Robert and Wei
in touch with the real Elaine.

- Wei have a last name?
- Wei Chan.

Well, maybe she has a file.
Maybe Elaine has a file.

- Maybe you get up and go get them.
- Okay.

You think Wei ran
because she killed Robert?

Even if somebody else killed him,
maybe she ran

'cause she didn't
want to get shipped home.

Love only goes so far.

- 39C, press this button...
- Kent.

Okay, I only have a few minutes.

All right.
Um, I'm just about ready.

Hey, did you get rid of
the stuff with me and Nina?

No, I... I haven't done it yet,
but I promise I will.

It's just, I've got some...
some great footage

- just before your, your big reveal.
- Yeah?

Well, I'm worried that
if I erase your stuff,

- I'm going to erase that, too.
- Okay.

Hey. Look, it's ready...
the camera.

All right.

Hey, let me just get
a little bit of focus here.

Okay...

I know this isn't goodbye.

I mean, we're family, all of us.

And sure, I'm gonna miss
seeing you guys every day,

but mainly...
I'm filled with a sense of gratitude.

You've helped me to be a better man
and a better cop.

I'm gonna hold down the fort here.

And I think...

No, I... I know
that I'm gonna make you proud.

Yes, she's my niece.

- You know where she is?
- She returned to China.

- Really? When?
- Last night.

- You know why?
- She would be sent home anyway.

- This seemed easier.
- Did she kill him?

Yes. But it was an accident.

We're gonna need
the whole story.

Robert was a good husband
at first.

But I think he began to believe

- that Wei was using him for paper.
- You can't get papers

if you get married
using someone else's name.

Yes, but Robert stopped
caring about the truth of this.

He just wanted to control her.

He wouldn't let her talk to anyone
or visit me anymore.

He locked her in the house.
He beat her.

- Do you have proof of that?
- She went to the hospital twice.

- She had to lie about why.
- How do you know she's gone?

I gave her the money
for an airplane ticket.

Do you know you could be arrested
for helping a killer evade justice?

She... She was just
defending herself.

We're gonna need you to stay put.

We're gonna put you
on a no-fly list

until we're done
with our investigation.

- She's lying.
- Yeah, but about which part?

The leaving?
The killing?

The leaving. Frankie!

Hey! Out of the way!

- Get out of the car!
- Show us your hands!

Out of the car.
Out of the car!

Face the glass.

The chasing...
not gonna miss so much.

Has Jane done her video yet?

No.

Well, maybe I'll wait for her

and just see what kind
of a tone she strikes.

I'm guessing aggressive
and sarcastic.

Probably not your style.

I just don't know what to say!

If it was me, I'd be like,
"Hey, Mom. I miss you.

Russell, good luck with the baby.
Scotland, the brave."

But that makes no sense
in this context.

But it's what's in my heart.

And you should say
what's in yours.

Okay.

When I started this job,

I thought it would be gratifying

to help victims of homicide
through my forensic work,

which it has been,

and also, so much more.

This adventure
has made me more alive.

And you have been
the big family I never had.

And you've brought so much
joy and laughter into my life.

And for this,
I will be forever grateful.

And maybe, just this once,
on the record,

I am willing to speculate this...

I'll love you,
and I'll never forget you.

How was that?

Good.

I'm really sad.

Mrs. Riley, let's go over this
one more time.

- Tell me what happened.
- I'm so sorry.

So sorry.

I understand.
I understand, but I just...

- What did the wife say?
- Same thing as her aunt.

So the handcuffs weren't for sex?

- He was holding her prisoner?
- Seems that way.

That's a very tidy desk, Sergeant.

- I hate it.
- But you're leaving, too.

Yeah, but look at my desk.

I'm so sick of goodbyes. Will you
please distract me with science?

The linseed oil and the beeswax
on the back of Robert's neck

are from car wax, the same kind
that was on Robert's car.

- Car bumpers are flexible.
- Newer ones are, yeah.

Could he have been hit by a car?

There were no abrasions or bruising
to indicate that a car hit him.

What if he hit the car?

You know, like,
if he was pushed and he fell,

would his own weight
decapitate him

- when his head hit the bumper?
- That is possible.

- How much does Wei Chan weigh?
- 110, soaking wet.

This guy weighs, what,
258 and 6 ounces.

Well, she's not strong
enough to kill him,

- much less move him.
- Then why say she did?

To protect somebody else.

- She's not changing her story.
- She will.

Now a good time?

Sure.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Congratulations, Frankie.

- Frank.
- Thank you, Maura.

Now what?

Well, now we try and figure out
who Wei is protecting.

Okay.
I'll get right on it.

Thank you.

Sweetheart?

Is it possible you checked
"Bachelorette Party" on the form

instead of "Bon-Voyage Party"?

What? What do you mean?

Shit!
I didn't order this.

- I didn't order that.
- No?

No, but I can fix it.

I just need some cream of tartar,

food coloring, and powdered sugar.

- Stat.
- Yep.

- In the kitchen.
- Okay.

Right here, please.

Dr. Drake, was Robert dead

before or after
he was moved to the bed?

Well, based on lividity, it was
clear he was moved afterwards.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, you're welcome.

You told Detective Rizzoli

that you were alone in the house
when you killed Robert.

- Yes.
- Go ahead and pick up that dummy

and move it, there.

We both know
you can't do that?

I know that Robert was beating you.

We went to some of
your local hospitals.

We found some nurses who
remembered you being brought in

with someone who looked
like... him.

Okay.

This is how this is gonna go.

We're gonna leave
and let you two talk.

You can stick to your stories

and know that we will
figure out what happened,

and then justice will take its course.

Or you can tell us the truth.
If Robert was beating you,

and you didn't
intentionally kill him,

the choice seems pretty clear.

Hi.

Think they'll confess?

- They will if they know
what's good for 'em. -.

You solved a murder on
your last day on the job.

Not bad.

How come I don't feel better
about it?

Hey, um...

This...

- This should stay here.
- Janey...

- Why don't you take him?
- No, no, no.

He...
He should stay here... with you.

You know, he'd probably be
your partner by now, so...

He should be...

He should be here to look after you.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Wei Chan admitted
that her husband had been

beating her for months.

Well, the reports and x-rays
you gave me from the hospitals

are consistent with abuse.

Um, Steve was the neighbor
across the street,

helped her start getting treatment,

they fell in love,
decided to run away together.

Robert came home early
and caught them packing the car.

When he went after Steve,

he slipped and hit his neck
on the bumper.

Well...
it's my last case.

Nobody goes to jail, two
people go to China, unless...

Please!
Please, please, please.

I would really love one more call
before my shift is over.

You don't want it to end?

No, I don't want to go to this
party Ma's throwing for us!

You know, she thought she did
such a good job hiding it.

She did. But I just
know her well enough to know

that she can't resist
giving us a big sendoff.

Well, that's it.

My shift is officially over.

- So it's really coming to an end.
- Yeah.

We had some good times, though.

- Hey.
- Look at that!

No. Do you find it so hard
to imagine yourself living here.

- Hey.
- I'm sorry.

Lemon water, please.

Maura, stop it,

or they're going to charge us
for the robes again.

Do I look bad-ass?

- Yeah, you look like a bad-ass.
- Okay.

But I have a new apartment!

- It's a turbo.
- Yeah, it is.

No! No crying!
Come on.

- Our locations are changing. That's it.
- I know.

I'm gonna go get dressed
for this party.

I'll see you there, okay?

- Be right behind you.
- All right.

See you at the party.

You're not getting off that easily.

There's no need.

Yeah, you're totally right.

It's just a distinguished
32-year career.

By all means, let's let
it end with no comment.

You're gonna make me cry.

Welcome to the club.

Victor-nine-eight-one.
Ocean-Frank.

Thank you for
your service, Sergeant Korsak.

Job well done.

Yeah, I'll see you.

Good.
I have something to show you.

Hi. I'm Jane.

- What are you doing?
- On this iPad,

I have made a video
for tonight's party.

I've left 40 seconds for you.
If you do not wish to make a video,

then I'm going to fill those
40 seconds with "Sock Jane."

I'm so upset
about the changes in my life

- that instead of making a video...
- Fine, I'll do it.

I am not going to miss you.

I use anger to hide my emotions.
I love you, Kent.

Stop it. Stop it.

I've been with this group
for a short time,

and I am still struck by
how wonderful all of you are.

I'm just so glad that
I married into this family.

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

You know we do have to tell
everyone we're engaged.

Excuse me. Sorry. Aah!
Hey!

What?

What?!

Surprise.

Yay!

- Group hug.
- Yes.

- Group hug! Group hug!
- Yes!

I don't want to make a video.

Shh, shh, shh, everybody.
Be quiet. Come on. Be quiet.

I don't wanna talk about
how I'm gonna miss everyone.

I would like to pretend
that this long, beautiful dream

is gonna go on forever, but...
nothing goes on forever.

We've been through so much...

good things, horrible things.

I can't imagine
what life is gonna be like

tomorrow, next week,
next year.

Just say it.

What?

I'm gonna miss you...

really, really miss you.

Come on.

And I love you.

To have been here
with all of you...

I think I might be
the luckiest person in the whole world.

Now, can I have a beer
and some penis cake?

Power adapter, check.
American dollars, check.

- Euros, check.
- Maura, they have money... and ATMs.

- Well, what if there's a power outage?
- Well, then...

the power adapter
isn't gonna do you any good.

- I set two alarms for tomorrow morning.
- You don't need to.

My flight is at 8:00,
and I need to be at the airport.

I told you I was gonna pick you up.

No, we've talked about this.
It's... It's too emotional

for me to say goodbye to you
at the airport.

I know!

What's that?

You used your miles and
bought me a ticket to Paris.

Thank you!

- You're coming to Paris?
- Yes!

I checked with personnel.

I have eight weeks vacation,
four weeks sick time,

and BPD only buys out eight weeks, so...

- Well, what about the FBI?
- I called them,

and I asked if I could show up later,

- and they said "mais oui."
- You speak French?

I know how to say, "mais oui."

I can't believe it!

We are going to have
a full month in France together!

I know!

- We're gonna have so much fun!
- I know!

- You have to go home and pack.
- No, my leopard bag is ready.

- One bag?
- Well, yeah. What?

Jeans, sweatpants, T-shirts,
toothbrush.

Okay, you can't walk around
the "City of Lights"

in sweatpants and a T-shirt.

- Watch me.
- It's all right...

- I'll have to rework the itinerary.
- What? What?

We're gonna drink a bunch of wine,

eat some smelly cheese...

...I'll follow you around,
and we look at old French things.

- "Old French things?"
- And then drink more wine,

and the book'll write itself.
I'm not worried about it.

This is not how I pictured
the next chapter starting.

Well, maybe that's the beauty of it.

- Hey!
- I know!

You should just wear that
the whole time.

I can't breathe.

Do you have any sweatpants?

- You're going first-class?
- Nope. Don't you?