Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 7, Episode 2 - Dangerous Curve Ahead - full transcript

[Tires screech]
[Music]

[Sobbing]

[Engine revs]

[Sobbing continues]

Oh, God.

[Engine revs]

[Horn honking]
[Screams]

[Tires screech]
[Screams]

[Metal clangs, glass shatters]

- Are you enjoying your new place?
- Jane: You know.

The Professor's taste is
a little dark and masculine,



- but it kind of suits you.
- Thank you.

Oh.

This looks more like
a squad room than a home.

- Yeah.
- Jane, you need a break.

I mean, a home is a refuge...
a place where you're supposed

- to get away from your problems.
- Till some psycho burns it down.

- I brought breakfast.
- Okay.

A delicious quinoa, zucchini,
and chia-seed quiche.

- I'd rather eat the bag.
- [Chuckles] The quiche is for me.

And I got you a glazed twist.

- You... really?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, well, you keep
bringing doughnuts,

you can pop by anytime.
[Chuckles]

- Hey, did you go to the doctor?
- I did. No change.



- Well, that's good, right?
- It is.

No further cognitive loss.

I'm experiencing
a little dizziness, but, um...

- Whose house is this?
- R-Really?

Oh...

I pranked you.
[Chuckles]

You believed me.
I pranked you and you believed me!

I did.

[Laughs]

I really did.

I can't believe you kept
that up for an hour.

I know.
[Cellphone vibrates]

Wait, have...
I've been here for an hour?

[Cellphone beeps]
It's O'Connell.

[Vibrating continues]

- Okay, I'll be right there.
- [Cellphone beeps] Dr. Isles.

Wait, did Detective O'Connell
find something?

I don't know.

They're tailing somebody that
they think is Alice's money man.

- Okay, I'll lock up.
- Okay, thanks.

[Door opens]
I am on my way right now.

[Cellphone beeps]

Mmm.

[Title music]

7x02 - "Dangerous Curve Ahead"

[Bird cawing]

- Dr. Isles.
- Maura: Detective.

- Are you leading the investigation?
- This is my first as primary

for the Fatal Accident
Investigation Team.

Well, good for you.
You deserve it.

[Camera shutter clicking]
Watch your step.

Thank you.

The victim is Layla Jalbani,
freshman at Pemberton College.

I'm not sure
what she was doing up here.

There's no alcohol
or drugs in the vehicle.

- And I didn't notice any skid marks.
- There weren't any.

It's like she
didn't even try to brake.

Well, maybe the brakes
weren't working.

She had to have been going pretty
fast to smash through the guardrail.

It's an older car, so no airbag
or structural support.

[Police radio chatter]

She didn't stand a chance.

Maura: Her head hit the steering wheel
at a high velocity.

Cause of death appears to be
traumatic brain injury.

So... an accident?

I don't see anything else
to make me think otherwise.

We'll just do
a full work-up of the vehicle

and check the driver
for drugs and alcohol.

But first,
we need to contact the family.

- Should I do the notification?
- I'll do it.

It's part of the job, right?

[Music]

Hey.
[Door closes]

This is the guy
we've been watching.

His name is Marvin Holtz.

He's a high-end CPA
that we've connected

to some of Sands' shell corps.

We suspect Holtz
is the financial brains

- behind her operation.
- How long's he been here?

About a half hour.
There's no reason a guy like that

should be visiting a dump like this.

All right, well,
if Alice Sands is up there,

she's not gonna come quietly.

- We've got guys at every exit.
- She's not going anywhere.

Maybe you should let us handle this.

You don't want
to go in there angry.

I'm not angry.
[Chuckles] I'm way past angry.

[Music]

[Bag unzips]

[Gun cocks]
Gun!

[Gunshot]

[Gun cocks]

- You okay?
- Yeah, thanks.

- Man: Clear!
- Korsak: Clear!

[Door creaks]

The place is empty.
She's not here.

Then what the hell
was he doing here?

Making a withdrawal.

[Door creaks]

We didn't get Alice,
but we got her money. Hm.

[Footsteps approach]

- Layla's parents?
- They just drove in from Springfield.

Nina: I had to do that...

identify Marcus after he died.

- That must have been awful.
- Yeah.

You keep telling yourself
it can't be real.

Sometimes I forget
that you went through that.

Well, I'm doing better
at putting it behind me.

Hey.
I think you're doing great.

Man: You must arrest him.
He must pay.

Look, look.
Look what he's done to our girl.

Amir, Amir.

- He must pay.
- Amir, please!

- Hey, hey, hey.
- He won't get away with this!

- What's going on, here?
- He killed her. He killed my Layla.

Apparently Layla's life
was threatened recently.

The Jalbanis don't believe that
the car wreck was an accident.

They believe
their daughter was murdered.

Layla was to be the first

in our family
to graduate from university.

You must have been proud.

- She worked so hard.
- Too hard, maybe.

[Sighs]
I mean, she was sheltered.

I mean, that's why she took up
with that snake.

He took advantage.

Layla was smart,
but she was also very naive.

This ex-boyfriend of hers,
what was his name?

Brian McDonald.

He was older than her,
and he had been in jail.

Woman: They met a few months ago.

Right away, we could see
the changes in her.

We begged Layla to stop seeing him.

She had such a bright future
in front of her.

She was going to do great things.

So, Layla ended the relationship
with Brian?

She came to see us right after.
Uh, she was so upset.

- Uh...
- He threatened her.

- He said he would kill her.
- Mr. Jalbani,

from what we know,
Layla died in a car accident.

Listen.
Brian McDonald is a mechanic,

and he worked on Layla's car

all the time
when they were together.

He could have done something
to the engine or cut the brakes.

If Layla's car was tampered
with, we'll figure it out.

You have my word.

[Music]

The bullet passed between
the clavicle and first rib.

It struck and perforated
the right peronial vein

and the right thoracic artery.

[Clears throat]

The bullet then went through the
apex of the upper lobe of the lung.

[Clear throat louder]

[Beep]

- Is there a problem?
- It's just that you said the,

uh, peronial vein, which is...

In the leg... I know where
the peronial vein is.

Brachiocephalic...
the brachiocephalic vein.

I must be tired.

[Door opens]
Hey, did you get anything on the CPA?

Uh, yes.
Cause of death...

his gunshot wounds
to the stomach and the chest.

Yes, I know.
I was there for that part.

Is there anything that I can use?

Okay, do you always stare
at her like that?

'Cause that's just creepy.

I could stare at you instead,
if you like.

I did find one thing unusual.

The victim was shot from the front,
but I noticed red droplets

on the back of both his neck
and his shirt.

Well, how'd the blood
get back there?

Not blood...
bovine myoglobin.

It comes from beef that's
already been drained of blood.

I analyzed those droplets,
and the size and shape indicate

that they could have come
from a... a cutting saw.

So Holtz could have been
in a butcher shop

or a slaughterhouse...
something like that?

Possibly.

- Okay. Thanks.
- Uh, Jane, wait.

When's the last time
you had a meal?

[Scoffs]

Jane, if you want
to catch Alice Sands,

you have to be at your best,
which means taking care of your body

and finding ways
to relieve the stress.

Okay, I'll eat something later.

Right now, I need to find
a connection

between a CPA and dead cows.
[Door closes]

[Music]

Layla's ex works
at an auto-repair shop

- over on Bellflower.
- Any priors?

Oh, a couple of drunk and
disorderlies... nothing serious.

Any indication he messed
with her car?

Uh, Maura says it was so damaged
that there's no way to be sure.

I talked to her roommate
at the college.

She said Layla seemed
stressed out lately,

but they weren't close. Layla
wasn't even around that much.

Well, I'll talk to the ex tomorrow.

Here you go.
Sorry for the wait.

- Oh.
- Thanks.

Can I get you guys anything else?

Both: Thousand Island.

Jinx.
[Both laugh]

Hey, Nina, how's your shoulder healing?

Still hurts, but it's not
slowing me down.

What about you?
I heard about Ron.

- I'm sorry.
- Oh, thank you.

The Rizzolis aren't doing so hot

in relationships this week, are we?

Well, we've done better, Ma.

I broke things off with Nicole, so...

- I thought you really liked her.
- Yeah, she's nice, you know?

- Yeah, it's just... it's just, you know, I realized...
- You know what?

I'll get that Thousand Island
dressing for you guys.

- Thanks, Ma.
- You're welcome.

[Clears throat]

[Music]

Man: [Echoing]
I'm really sorry, Detective.

- [Siren wails] It's a total loss.
- Jane!

[Gasping]

[Gunshot, screaming]

Hey.

Hey.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Yeah.
Maura just said that, uh...

that I should find some ways
to relieve stress, so...

- Yeah, we all should.
- Yeah.

[Panting]

Okay, well, I'm gonna...
I'm gonna get dressed.

- Jane.
- Yeah?

When we find Sands,
what are you gonna do?

Whatever's necessary.

[Music]

What's up?
You find something?

Nina: Not really.

I cross-referenced Marvin
Holtz's known associates.

No connection to a butcher shop
or anything like that.

Closest thing I found was
a deli on East Concord.

Holtz's brother-in-law owns it.

- East Concord?
- Korsak: That mean something to you?

Yeah.

Uh, when the drug-unit guys
were following Holtz,

he would stop every day for a bagel

at the same place on East Concord.
"Newsom's."

That's the brother-in-law's place,
but it's not a bagel shop.

It's a deli.

Call O'Connell.
Tell him to meet us there.

[Keys rattle]

What is this?

- You can't just come in here.
- Sir, I ask you to step aside.

Back's clear.

- Upstairs.
- Copy.

[Doorknob rattles]

Go for it.

Korsak: Alice Sands,
you're under arrest.

So it seems.

We've got her, Jane. It's over.

[Music]

[Music]

She's trying to get inside your head.

Alice is a master manipulator,
like Charles Manson or Jim Jones.

She has the instinct of finding
vulnerabilities and exploiting them.

Well, good luck with that.

I mean, we found her red-handed
with the rifle that shot Nina.

We don't know that yet.

Jane, can we talk?

Well, we read her her rights
and she's asked to talk.

- Wha... you heard her.
- Jane, don't.

You're giving her what she wants.

[Door opens]

[Sighs]

I remember you so well
from the police academy.

You loved being the best.

You loved making
everyone else look bad.

That all was in your head.

I think there's a lot
of crazy shit in your head.

I'm curious, though.
You had a successful drug network

that you kept
under the radar for years.

Why would you risk all of that
just to come after me?

The thing about prison is it gives you

time to think...
to examine your life.

I finally understood
that the path of my life

would have been completely
different if it weren't for you.

But... we barely knew each other.

You stole what
should have been mine.

I came from a family of cops.

Everyone should have looked up to me,

not some plumber's daughter.

- You know what I remember about you?
- Tell me.

Nothing.

The law... this whole notion
of right and wrong...

you've given your whole life
to it, haven't you?

- I have.
- What good has it done?

You're alone.
You've been through hell.

You've endangered
your family and friends.

All that sacrifice...

has anything really changed?

Have you actually
accomplished anything?

I'm putting you behind bars.
That feels pretty good.

How will that change anything?

These crimes that you're
accusing me of orchestrating...

they all started when I was in jail.

So, if I was involved...

why would prison stop me?
[Knock on door]

[Door opens]

Her attorney's here.

Hi. Phillip Dayton.

[Door closes]
Are the cuffs really necessary?

- They didn't match.
- The ballistics?

I ran the tests twice to be certain.

The rifle that Jane
found next to Alice Sands

is not the one that shot Nina.
[Handcuffs click]

So we still don't have a single piece

of physical evidence
to tie her to the shooting?

I'll make sure nothing that was
said in this room is admissible.

This conversation's over.

We were done anyway.

Goodbye, Jane.
I really enjoyed our chat.

[Door opens]
[Music]

[Drill whirring in distance]

- Brian McDonald?
- Yeah?

I'm Detective Frank Rizzoli.

I need to ask you a few questions.

[Grunts]

You dated a young woman
named Layla Jalbani, right?

If she said I did anything
to her, she's lying.

What makes you think
she'd say that?

Look, I lost my temper, all right?
It was stupid.

But I called her. I told her
I was sorry for being a jerk.

She said she understood.

I'm investigating a car accident
that Layla was involved in.

- Is she okay?
- No.

I'm sorry.
She didn't make it.

[Exhales sharply]

Oh, man.
No.

I told her she shouldn't
be driving that car.

Yeah, I heard you worked on her car.

Wait, did her parents
say something?

Did they say I did
something to her car?

I'd never hurt Layla.
I loved her, and she loved me.

And her parents...
now, they were the problem.

What kind of problem?

Uh... uh, you know,
she was always trying to,

uh... to live up to this
image they had of her.

And then she... she started
having trouble in school.

I thought Layla was
an excellent student.

[Scoffs]

I just... I...
I know things were, uh...

they were getting tough for her lately.

[Clears throat]

You know, you might want to, uh...

you might want to talk
to her best friend, Carmen.

- She knew Layla better than anyone.
- All right.

- Well, thanks, Brian.
- Yeah.

We'll be in touch
if we need anything.

[Music]

[Elevator dings]

It's bullshit... an indictment
should be a slam-dunk.

I know, but Phillip Dayton
knows how to work the system.

He convinced the judge to hold
a probable cause hearing.

Well, we have enough
for probable cause, right?

I watched her hand that guy a gun
and tell him to shoot that kid.

And I'll have you testify to that.

I just wish we had
some physical evidence

that tied Sands to either
Dr. Isles' kidnapping

or the murder of that trooper in Maine.

But your testimony
will put Sands behind bars,

at least for a while.

I still can't believe Layla's gone.

- These were all her things?
- Yeah. She kept stuff at my dorm.

_
She studied there a lot.

Her roommate always
had people over.

Well, I spoke to her
ex-boyfriend, Brian.

- Hm.
- He said she was having a hard time.

She flunked a couple of tests,
which really upset her.

And, I mean, everything just
kind of snowballed.

You know,
she was failing three classes.

Any idea what the issue was?

I think it was
too much pressure for her.

She freaked out.

_

- Do you mind if I hold on to this?
- Keep it all.

Looking at it
just makes me really sad.

Dr. Isles, I just took a call
for you from Dr. Halperin.

- Yes, thank you.
- I know Dr. Halperin.

He specializes
in traumatic brain injury.

Uh, yes, that's correct.

I had some questions about
the Layla Jalbani case.

No, you didn't.

Maura, please.
Whatever this is, you can trust me.

I can help you.

The night of the shooting,
I suffered a subdural hematoma.

It's stable, but there has
been some slight cognitive loss.

Any further loss
of consciousness, nausea?

- Slurred speech, trouble walking?
- No.

Right.
Well, that's good, then.

- So, what can I do?
- No one can know... not yet.

Right now, I need the lab
focused on finding

the evidence to put
Alice Sands away forever.

Understood.

But just so we're clear,

my focus is also
gonna be on helping you.

Your Honor, we have ample
evidence against Alice Sands.

In particular, the sworn testimony

of veteran homicide detective
Jane Rizzoli.

Detective Rizzoli's testimony
can't be trusted, Your Honor.

She's hounded my client
with accusations,

but has yet to produce a single
shred of physical proof.

Alice Sands is a convicted criminal.

They initially charged my client

with the shooting
of a police officer last week.

Then they just
dropped those charges

because the ballistics
on the rifle didn't match.

We have witnesses inside the
tunnel who can confirm Sands ordered

- the shooting of one of her employees.
- What witnesses?

Your Honor, I have
in my hand signed affidavits

of every single person at that scene.

- This is not happening.
- It's not over yet.

They all say the same thing.

Ms. Sands never gave that
disturbed young man a gun,

and, in fact, begged him
not to pull the trigger.

Ms. Lynne, do you have
any evidence to present

other than
Detective Rizzoli's testimony?

No, Your Honor,
but Detective Rizzoli has...

Then I have no choice.

Now, you can refile
if you get something stronger.

But until then, I find there was
not probable cause for the arrest.

The defendant is free to go.
[Gavel bangs]

[Indistinct conversations]

Jane: You got to find
some way to hold her.

- Give me 48 hours at least.
- I'll do what I can,

but if it looks like harassment,
the judge will just throw it out.

I'm sorry.

[Music]

So, the whole break-up with Nicole,

- it was kind of sudden, wasn't it?
- Not really.

- We're just... different, that's all.
- Really?

Ma, Nicole was fun,
but, I don't know,

- we're just not right for each other.
- I just wonder if it's

because there's somebody else
you might like...

somebody who likes French fries

and Thousand Island dressing
as much as you do.

Nina?
No.

Maybe. But [Sighs]
nothing can come of it.

- Why not? She's great.
- Yeah, she's great,

but she's my friend
and we work together.

A million things could go wrong.

So you're not even gonna try?

Look, maybe it works,
maybe it doesn't.

But if you don't take a risk,

how the hell are you
ever gonna know?

Ma.

- What?
- Turn it up.

I don't know why Detective
Rizzoli continues to persecute me.

I'm just thankful that justice
was done here today.

I really hate that bitch.

This whole affair calls Jane
Rizzoli's record into question.

How many times has she
targeted innocent victims

with her wild accusations?

The Boston Police Department
needs to launch

a full-scale investigation
of Detective Rizzoli.

Nobody's gonna buy that garbage.

This woman has gone after
my home, my friends, my job.

And now she's going
after my reputation?

So what do you want to do?

Keep digging.

Okay, the only place that Alice
has made a real mistake is here.

Shooting of that state trooper
up in Maine?

Yeah, that's our best shot at
getting physical evidence against her.

Well, they've kept me updated.

So far, no murder weapon
has been recovered.

They're still looking for the
gold Plymouth the shooter was in.

And Alice's DNA could be in that
car, that would tie her to the murder.

Troopers have not made much progress.

Well, let's make it for them.

[Groans]

[Door opens]

- [Sniffs] Hey.
- Oh, hey.

- You look like you could use this.
- Oh.

- You here all night?
- Yes.

I have been just going over
every scrap of information we

have on Alice Sands just hoping
to find something I missed.

But, uh, I texted you because
of the accident investigation.

- Did you look at Layla's notebook?
- I did, and you were right.

The formulas that Layla calculated

correspond almost exactly
to the crash data.

So it wasn't an accident.

Well, I built a reconstruction
scenario using the formulas

- that you found in Layla's notebook.
- Mm-hmm.

Maura: The 54-mile-per-hour
speed she calculated combined

with the friction value of
the road and the impact angle

would create enough velocity
to break the guardrail.

There weren't skid marks
because she was accelerating.

Well, there's no way
to tell for certain.

Layla drove off that cliff and
made it look like an accident.

She killed herself.

That's one theory,
but none of this is conclusive.

And, Frankie, there's no way
to truly know

what was going on in Layla's mind.

[Music]

What if she never got to Route 16?

What if she took, like, this road here?

Well, the troopers searched

these woods and this little lake.
Nothing.

- Where does this one go?
- Looks like a dead end.

[Sighs]
Okay.

[Music]

Yeah, it's just a dirt road. It
just ends in these woods right here.

What is this?
This isn't on the map.

Is that like... a crater or something?

It's covered in vegetation.
It looks like an old quarry.

- Did the troopers check it out?
- It's not in the notes.

I'll get them to take a look.

- There you are. I texted you.
- I'm sorry.

I just needed
some time to figure this out.

You talk to Maura?

Yeah, it looks like Layla
crashed her car on purpose.

There's no definitive proof,
but it might be a suicide.

There is proof.
This is what I wanted to show you.

See the reflector there
on the guardrail?

Yeah.

There shouldn't be any red
reflectors along that stretch of road.

Department of Transit
only uses yellow reflectors.

Layla put them there so
she'd know exactly where to hit.

If the initial impact didn't kill her,

the boulder at the bottom
definitely would.

It's senseless.
S-she was just a kid.

Hard to imagine things are so terrible
this seems like the only way out.

Well, now I have to explain
all this to her parents.

You can't explain...
maybe no one can.

All you can do
is tell them the truth.

You'll be fine.

[Music]

- I can't.
- Oh, yeah, yeah...

I... I'm sorry.
Nina, don't...

Oh, God.

You got somebody watching the back?

Okay, let me know if she moves.

- You got Sands under surveillance?
- Mm-hmm.

She's not getting away this time.

Frankie, Mr. and Mrs. Jalbani are here.

- They're downstairs.
- Okay. Thanks.

Uh...

[Grunts]
What's going on between you two?

Nothing.

- It sure felt like something.
- I'm just preoccupied.

I'm trying to figure out how much
to tell Layla Jalbani's parents.

- Do you know what happened?
- Yeah.

The more I think about it,
the more pissed off I get.

This bright, young girl
killed herself instead

of admitting that she's
failing out of college.

Even worse... she makes it look
like an accident so...

her parents don't know that
they're the reason she did it.

Okay, hold on.
You can't just blame the parents.

Jane, they put a lot of pressure
on her to succeed.

Frankie, it's never that simple.
[Elevator dings, doors open]

All right. All right,
I appreciate it. Thank you.

Jane, they found it.

- Wha... The Plymouth?
- It was in the quarry.

- Maine troopers found it under some trees.
- We got to get it to Maura.

It's already handled.
It's on the way to her.

Mr. and Mrs. Jalbani.
We've completed the investigation.

And this mechanic...
have you arrested him?

No, we didn't find any evidence

that Layla's car
had been tampered with.

Then what happened?

W-Why was she even on
that terrible road?

Please.

The truth is Layla
was under a lot of stress.

Did you know that she was failing
three classes at Pemberton?

Failing?
Are you sure?

She never said anything.

Maybe she didn't want
to disappoint you.

We could never be
disappointed in Layla.

She was so much more than
we could have ever imagined.

But failing would have been
devastating for her.

I mean, she pushed herself so hard.

You said that Layla
was gonna be the first one

in your family to graduate college.

- Mm-hmm.
- That she had a bright future.

- Yes.
- That must have meant a lot to you?

Yes, but, I mean,
it meant everything to Layla.

We knew that she was worried.

You know, we said,
"You come home.

You go to the community college
for one year, two years."

But Layla, she wouldn't hear of it.

- She was determined to succeed.
- That sounds like...

Layla put a lot of pressure on herself.

Always.

I don't understand.

Did this have anything
to do with her crash?

Uh, not... not directly.

I guess it just might explain
why she was distracted that night.

Actually, our...
our investigation determined

that this... was nothing more
than a tragic accident.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

If there's anything else,
please don't hesitate to call.

- Maura: I found another one.
- Jane: What... print?

Partial.
Probably not enough for an I.D.,

but it is on top of
blood spatter from the trooper.

Well, so, that puts Alice in the vehicle
when the trooper was shot.

Well, only if we could positively
identify it as Alice's.

- Maura.
- Kent. Swab the seatbelt clasp

- and the glove-compartment handle for DNA.
- Got it.

There's also a possibility
on the trunk-release latch.

She torched the trunk.

Yeah, well, DNA is resistant
to high temperatures.

You know, Alice left
the police academy 20 years ago.

We've come a long way since then.

[Music]

All right, I'm gonna run these
samples through the sequencer.

- You're hovering.
- Oh.

Wait, there's something here.

[Camera shutter clicks,
computer beeps]

- It's smeared, but...
- Maura, we got to convince a judge, okay?

A partial ain't gonna cut it.

Well, not by themselves, maybe.

But if we can put them together...

- Like a puzzle.
- Exactly.

I just hope we have enough pieces.

[Computer beeps]

Was that a good beep
or a bad beep?

[Beeping continues]

It's a match...
to Alice Sands.

[Clacking, beeping continues]

- You're sure?
- We have a DNA match, too.

Alice Sands definitely
touched that seatbelt.

The evidence places her in the car.

That'll tie her
to the trooper's murder.

- That's enough for any court.
- We got her.

We finally got her.
[Music]

Man: You two, around back.

[Whirring]

She's not here.

Are you sure she didn't leave?

We were covering
the front and the back.

She didn't get past us.

No!

[Lock engages, gun cocks]

- Drop the gun!
- Don't shoot!

- Alice, let him go.
- Do it!

- Let him go.
- Do it!

[Whimpering]
Alice, let him go.

Korsak: Jane.

[Banging on door, doorknob rattling]
Please.

Jane?
Knock it down.

[Banging on door] Tell them to stay out
or I'll kill the kid right now.

You don't want to do that.

You want to watch him
bleed out on the floor?

- No, please!
- Do it!

Korsak, back off!
She's got a hostage.

There.
Okay, see?

It's just you and me, all right?

It's just you and me, okay?

Look, l-let's just put
our guns down, okay?

Oh, yeah, you'd like that,
wouldn't you?

So you could put a bullet
through my head.

No. No, I wouldn't.
No, I don't want to do that.

Bullshit!
You are such a liar.

- You want me dead.
- Alice, I don't want that.

You're so smug.
You always were.

Listen to me, okay?

You let him go.

All right?
I will stay.

Okay, come on, he's got
nothing to do with this.

[Scoffs] Jane Rizzoli...
always trying to be the hero.

I'm just doing my job! That's
all I know how to do, okay?

[Siren wails]
[Whimpers]

Alice, please.

Okay, we can still
walk out of here.

It's over.

[Wailing continues]

Maybe, but I'll still win.

Because after you kill me, everyone
will think you're a dirty cop.

"Did Jane Rizzoli really kill
that poor woman in cold blood?"

You won't be so perfect then.

I'm not gonna shoot you.

I'm not gonna shoot you.

I'm not gonna give you the choice.

No!

[Gunshots]

[Thud]

Korsak: Jane?
[High-pitched ringing]

[Bang]

Come on, come on.
Come on.

Jane?

Jane, you okay?

- You're good.
- Yeah...

- It's okay. You okay?
- Yeah.

- You good?
- Yeah.

♪ I don't know what it is ♪

♪ Better hole up inside ♪

This stool taken?

- Why? You want to throw it at me?
- I want to apologize.

No, I'm the one
who should be apologizing.

I completely misread things,

- probably screwed up our friendship.
- Frankie, stop.

I freaked out a little.
That's all.

See, I hate that I put you
in that position.

Since Marcus died,
I've been on my own.

That was my first kiss.

I should have known that.
Aw, I'm such an idiot.

No, I'm sorry.

Don't worry.
It will never happen again.

I didn't say that.

[Music]

Wow.

[Both chuckle]

That happened.

[Clears throat]
Um...

Well, I... I think I should
buy you a drink.

- I think you better, after that.
- Yeah.

[Clears throat]

[Music]

Okay.

- That's all of it.
- Much better.

- Now it feels like a real home.
- Yeah.

Maybe we could move this
and give you some more room.

- What's in it?
- No idea.

- Ooh, interesting.
- What?

It's a torture device.

- You want me to show you how it works?
- No!

I want you to shut
that thing immediately.

What?
This is fascinating.

These are actual medieval
torture devices.

Well, now I understand why you
and the Professor were friends.

- What is that?!
- A tongue tearer.

Okay, well, that seems
completely necessary. [Chuckles]

[Grunts]

- Medieval birth control.
- Just don't go out,

and then you don't need birth control!

Or you can call Martinez.

No.

[Clang]

- You really think so?
- Definitely.

Okay, I'll call Martinez
if you ask Kent out.

- Wha... Kent?
- Yes, Kent!

Oh, come on.

It's so obvious there's totally
something going on.

- Maura!
- That's ridiculous.

- It is n...
- We work together.

Come on.
Bring the tongue tearer, though.

- You're gonna need that.
- Yeah, he does talk a lot.

[Music]

[Blows]

[Door opens]

Jane.
I saw the news.

- I'm glad you're okay.
- Thank you.

I have time, if you needed
the confessional.

Actually, I don't.

I mean, not...
not today, anyway. I just...

I just came by to pay my respects.

"But I say to you,
'Love your enemies

and pray for those
that persecute you.'"

Matthew?
[Chuckles]

I can't say it to that, but...

I'm okay with the way it turned out.

I hope He is, too.

[Music]