Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 7, Episode 4 - Post Mortem - full transcript

Wait!
I'm here! I'm here!

This is me! I'll move it!

- I already started the ticket.
- Please? I'm so broke.

I worked till 2 a.m.
There was nowhere to park.

- Yeah, I don't make the rules, so...
- Come on, don't be a jerk.

The hell is this?

8 a.m. street cleaning.
You didn't make it.

Great. Thanks for nothing.

- I hope you have a horrible day.
- Oh, my God. Call 9-1-1!

- Why? Am I under arrest?
- Somebody help!

You know what?
Screw y...



Good morning.

Good morning.

Okay, so which musketeer are you?

Excuse me?

I'm sorry.
Um, I'm looking for Maura Isles.

This is the épée section.
Dr. Isles is in the sabre section.

It's a whole different sword.

Thank you.

- Good job.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Hi.
What do you think of the club?

Well, I didn't know that rich
people had their own Stormtroopers.

It is popular across all classes.

You know, fencing is defined as the
art of using the sword scientifically.



It's been around
since the 12th century.

Mm. The only fencing I ever
heard about when I was little

involved stereos, two guys
named Luigi, and a getaway car.

Well, this kind
won't get me arrested,

but it will help my brain build
new neural pathways.

Is that what this is about?

You gonna fence your way
out of your brain condition?

I'm just trying a variety of activities.

Learning new skills helps
the brain create new connections

that can compensate for damaged ones.

- So do you really think that this could help you?
- Well, it could.

If it doesn't, then at least
it's gonna give me good abs.

Mm-hmm.

- Wanna give it a try?
- Oh, no.

I'm more of an épée girl.

It's a whole different sword.

- Oh, do you mind?
- Yeah, yeah.

Sir Maura Isles' phone.

Yeah, it's Rizzoli.

Okay. Uh, we'll be there
in about 10 minutes.

Okay. W...

- Do you have something to change into?
- Well, what's wrong with this?

I've worn sporty outfits
to the crime scene before.

It's a full-body thong.

Modern day chastity belt?
Where you gonna put that?

I don't wanna know!

7x04 - "Post Mortem"

Tae kwon do, archery, watercolor,

and next week, I start the piccolo.

Sounds like the worst
summer camp ever.

Well, do you have other suggestions?

Ice hockey. Yeah, because
we're short a player

against Boston Fire next week.

Oh, hockey would be beneficial
to my balance and coordination.

But isn't that the sport
where people lose teeth?

- Not if you're good at it.
- Well, you know what?

You get me the right
mouth guard, and I'm in.

- I'll try anything once.
- Really? I'm gonna hold you to that.

I mean, I don't know if you're
gonna have fun, but I know I am.

Jack McCarty. 43.

- Mailman, apparently.
- 9-millimeter in the front seat.

Yeah. Looks like he shot himself
in the mouth.

Well, the bullet lodged itself
in the posterior skull

at an angle consistent with
a self-inflicted gunshot.

When did it happen?

I'd say lividity puts time
of death at six to eight hours.

Shot Spotter register
anything about that time?

No. Closed doors would've
muffled the sound.

He leave a note?

Only lives a couple blocks from
here, according to his license.

Maybe he left one there,
drove over here.

For what? The view?

Well, the victim has a chip
in his second bicuspid.

I'll need to check
the dental records

- to see if it was preexisting or not.
- Damn.

Yeah. Guess we're rootin' for
this one not to be a suicide.

Wishing for murder.
That's a first.

Uh-huh.

Thanks, Nina.

10 months ago,
Jack's wife filed for divorce.

She and the kids moved up to Andover.

So the wife doesn't live here?
Who left the door open?

- Freeze!
- Boston Police! Put it down!

Federal agent.
Drop your weapon.

- What agency?
- I'm a U.S. Postal Inspector.

- Let me see some ID.
- Well, I got a badge.

My ID's in the purse in the other room.

Don't you judge me.

So you did all of this,
not an intruder?

I was looking for evidence.
What are you guys doing here?

Why don't you just stick to
answering our questions for now?

I'm investigating an illegal operation
in one of my postal facilities.

Jack was supposed to meet me
last night with proof,

- but he never showed.
- What kind of illegal operation?

Oh, it's big.
Mm-hmm, there's a lot to it.

- You might wanna sit down.
- I'm good.

I meant the Silver Fox.

There's a chair over there
if you get tired.

- I'm good.
- Okay.

A month ago, a janitor in my
Roxbury post office came to see me.

He said he saw Jack stealing packages.

So he confronts Jack,
Jack threatens his life,

the janitor gets scared, leaves town.

- Two days later, he turned up dead.
- You think Jack killed the janitor?

At first, but Jack has an alibi.

I just think the janitor stuck
his nose where it didn't belong,

and whatever's in those packages
is worth killing over.

- Which is what?
- Which is what what?

Which... What...

- What's in the packages?
- I don't know.

Illegal contraband.
Jewels or drugs.

We had a case last year
that involved rare pheasants.

I didn't know pheasants could be rare.

Oh, they can be very rare.
You'd be surprised how rare...

Okay, can we focus, please?
If Jack was into something illegal,

- then why did he wanna meet with you?
- Because when Jack heard that...

that the janitor was murdered,
he got scared.

So I offered to protect him
in exchange for the proof.

You know, I didn't check this...

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
You can't go in there.

And there it is.
The condescending detective tone.

You think I'm a lesser species, right?
Just a lowly mail cop

that gets to play in America's
awesome stamp collection?

Huh? You think you're the only one

that gets to play with
the twin dragons?

We need to secure the area.

I am a federal agent
of the United States of America,

Detective Rizzoli.

And I... respect that,
Agent Prescott.

This is a potential crime scene.

- Jack is dead.
- Oh, no.

- I'm sorry.
- Well, I was just hoping he got scared off.

- We found his body this morning.
- H-How'd he die?

Well, it's still under investigation.

There's one thing I know for sure...
Jack McCarty was murdered.

- Hey, Kiki! What a nice surprise.
- Aw!

Would you mind giving these to Vince?
It's our tax documents.

- You know, because we file jointly now.
- Oh. Being in love...

it's the only
time taxes could seem romantic.

Oh, yes, please.
To go, if you don't mind.

I have an appointment
with my hairdresser,

and the last time I was late,
she punished me with bangs.

Mm-hmm.

- I remember being a newlywed.
- Yeah?

- All the sweet kisses for nothing.
- Mm-hmm.

All the silly jokes only
the both of you can understand.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, that was a long time ago.

I don't know why
every employee thinks

they need to dump their stuff back here.
I mean... what is this now?

A blender? I already have
a blender back here.

Um... I think that might be
my birthday gift from Vince.

What?

Yeah. he was probably
hiding it back there.

Oh. You wanted a blender?

Well, I mean, we could use one,
which I may have mentioned.

Oh. Well... you know.

That's a good symbol.

I mean, you're blending
your lives together.

You can make soul smoothies.

That's good.
That's good.

- Yeah, it'll be... it'll be useful.
- Yeah. Sure.

- Yeah. Right.
- Sure.

Well, anyway, I gotta go.
Thanks for the coffee.

Okay. Watch the bangs.

I... I mean, he is the most
unromantic jerk I ever met.

Vince Korsak... a blender.

I had no idea postal inspectors
carried guns.

Yeah. They have
the same training we do.

But their cases are about mail.

Well, Dad was a plumber.
His cases were about toilets.

- Yeah, but he wasn't armed.
- True.

- Do people really mail birds?
- Pheasants, apparently.

Everything about this guy's life
points to suicide.

Credit cards and bank statements.

Yeah, he was in serious debt.

- His car was about to be repo'ed.
- Well, so what?

So he gets involved
in a mail-stealing scheme

to solve his money problems?

All right, thank you.

- That was CJ's boss.
- Her murdered janitor?

Died in a slip and fall while
visiting his sister in New York.

It was an accident?

According to
the New York M.E., it was.

Wasn't even an open case.
CJ was told to leave it alone weeks ago.

Boss said she's a loose cannon.
He sent her to anger management.

Wait. Didn't she almost
take a swing at Jane?

Well, yeah, but that's because she
didn't wanna hit the Silver Fox.

Yeah.

Okay, so both she and her theory
are wacked...

which points us back to suicide.

♪ Now good looks ♪

- # I've learned to do without #
- # I've learned to live without #

- # 'Cause now I know #
- # 'Cause love, I know is #

- # It's love that really counts #
- # That really counts #

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- Here's Jack McCarty's dental records.
- Thank you.

♪ Beauty's only skin deep ♪

- # Oh, yeah #
- Look at you.

Shaking the babaloo, are we?

Well, the association
between work and Mozart

is a well-worn neural pathway
in my brain,

and I am forcing a new
electrochemical pattern to fire.

Interesting.
There's been a lot of excellent results

in neural retraining in stroke victims.

Oh, yes, and all kinds
of limbic impairment.

And is there much research

using this technique
for Chiari Malformations?

Just me, as far as I know.

And are you considering
any other treatment options?

Well, if my symptoms worsen,
I will think about surgery.

Okay.
So in the meantime, Motown.

- Are you doubting my methods?
- No, on the contrary.

Stevie Wonder practically
got me through university.

For me, it was always Aretha.

Yeah, we sing together
in the shower every morning.

Which song?

Only the best one...
"Natural Woman."

Hey.

You know, I always wondered,

what exactly is a...
a "natural woman"?

Mm. You just gotta feel it, Kent.

Right here.

- Would you mind filing these?
- Sure.

I shall file them
like the natural man that I am.

Are you neural retraining
or Kent retraining?

Both.

- So Jack McCarty's medical chart.
- Mm-hmm?

Moderately high cholesterol,
allergies to sulfa, walnuts,

and peanuts, but otherwise,
a healthy 46-year-old male.

I got his dental records,

and his last exam two
months ago shows no chip.

- Interesting, but not conclusive.
- That's what I said until I found...

a hematoma on the roof of his mouth.

Now that would take
a lot of force to cause.

Same amount of force
it would cause the chip?

Here's the bullet.

Rub markings, like it
came out of a silencer.

And there's one more thing.

These markings suggest
that he may have been restrained.

- From what? Like a seat belt?
- Well, that would be consistent

with the width of the contusions.

So he was immobilized from behind,

and the gun was shoved in his mouth.

He was murdered.
CJ was right.

See how long they last without me.
Anger issues, my ass!

Loose cannon?!
Oh, I got your loose cannon!

All my life I done had to fight
for every doggone thing I get...

- Your mother's calling me.
- All my doggone life!

Well, don't answer it.
Call her back later.

We're about to have our hands full.

I...
Oh, hell, no.

Can... Can we just talk?

Just fair warning, I'm really
in a mood to punch somebody.

That little call to
my boss ratting me out

- got me suspended!
- Not my intention.

Oh! Should I put that on
my unemployment application?

- Might be a good idea.
- Excuse me?!

Don't think I'm afraid to punch
a fellow hottie.

All right, I just meant that
now you have the time

- to work the case with us.
- You believe me?

We do.

- So what do you say we work together?
- Okay.

There was nothing unusual
in Jack's car?

- Or his house.
- Is there anyplace else we can look,

anyplace that he would've hidden

whatever proof he was bringing you?

Did you check with his ex-wife?

Yes.
She hasn't seen him in over a week.

Someone went to a lot of trouble to
make Jack's death look like a suicide.

They could've done
the same thing with the janitor,

made it look like an accident.

Ah, then why go through all
the trouble of the cover-ups?

'Cause whatever's in those
packages is valuable enough

they don't wanna leave a trail behind.

The post office does seize
over $30 million

in drugs and jewels every year.

- Ah, don't forget the pheasants.
- Mnh.

Do you have a problem with pheasants?

No. I... like all birds.

I think...
look, what Frankie meant to ask is,

why would these criminals risk
such value in the mail?

In theory, they could get lost
along the way.

Because they don't get lost.

"Neither snow nor rain nor
heat nor gloom of night stays

these couriers from the swift
completion of their appointed rounds."

That's the...
the Post Office creed, right?

Stop trying to kiss my ass.

D... Okay, uh, what about
the post office itself?

- Do the employees have changing rooms?
- Or their own mailboxes?

Well, I did go to Jack's branch
during my initial investigation.

They have lockers,
but I couldn't check 'em

'cause I couldn't get a warrant.

- Well, warrants-are-us.
- Hmm.

CSRU finished the car.

We found the missing piece
of tooth and a hair,

so let's fast-track the DNA.

Do you wanna continue with the
neural retraining as we work?

I was thinking about
a little bit of Gladys Knight.

Oh, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You okay?

Oh, gosh.
I'm sorry.

I think I just... I didn't drink
enough water today.

Thank you.

I don't think hydration
is the problem here, Maura.

I had a look over the reports
that you asked me to file.

- There was an error in the Fisk autopsy.
- What kind of error?

You spelled...

You spelled
"myelomeningocele" wrong.

Really?
Myelomeningocele?

It's a protrusion
or growth on the spine.

I remember learning the term.

First year medical school,
"Gray's Anatomy."

M-Y-L-I...

M...
M-Y...

No, it's an... E.

It's M-Y...

Maura...

I just have to say

the surgical options have
shown some great results.

Hey, Maura, you're friendly with
the chief M.E. of New York City, right?

Yes, I am.
Uh, Dr. Lutz.

We need an autopsy report

went through his office
about a month ago.

- The name?
- Bob Rasmussen.

Janitor.
We have reason to believe

that someone staged his murder
to look like an accident.

Well, I can't imagine Dr. Lutz
making a mistake,

but if he did, I am sure that
he would want to know about it

and do absolutely everything
he can to correct it.

Thanks. Hey.

Yeah, yeah, everyone thinks
of us as "snail mail,"

but we sort 30,000 pieces
of mail a an hour

and deliver
209 million pieces of mail

to 150 million
different addresses a year.

Mm. You guys know any snails
that can do that?

- Can't say I do.
- Um, where on the floor did Jack work?

He separated the mail
into the bins you see here.

Each bin represents the route
of a different carrier.

What were his relationships like here?

Anyone he didn't get along with?

- Not really. He was a great guy.
- Mm-hmm.

- Ah. Tough time after the divorce.
- Mm.

I wish we would've done more
to help him.

Here we are. Locker 125.

Standard stuff.

Clothes...
water bottle, granola bar.

Okay. We'll take it to the lab
and have it swept.

- Thank you very much for your help.
- Of course.

Hey, c-can I ask, uh, why you're
looking through Jack's stuff?

I... thought he committed suicide.

No, BPD investigates all suicides.
Just part of the job.

- Thanks.
- Sure.

I wonder why Benjamin Franklin
agreed to be

- the first Postmaster General.
- Are you kidding?

He got to "frank" all his
letters, for one thing.

- "Frank"?
- Send them for free. No stamps needed.

Although technically, stamps
didn't exist back then, so...

Well, prior to 1847, dates,
rates, and a letter's origin

- were all handwritten.
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I'm a bit of a philatelist
myself.

A philatelist?

- Sounds dirty.
- It means I collect stamps.

No. No way to make that dirty.

You know, I'm a member of the APS.

The American Philatelist Society?

Mm-hmm. You should come
to the convention next summer.

Oh, no, I-I mean, I couldn't.
I'm... I'm only amateur.

Maura, come on now.
Don't be bashful.

You said that you wanted
to try new things.

June. Poughkeepsie.
It'll be wild.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay.
Okay! How fun!

Well, let's talk more convention
after I use the ladies' room.

- All right.
- Ooh!

- Hi! Have a seat.
- Hi. Oh. CJ.

- Hi.
- Hi. Uh, you know,

I think we're just gonna grab
a seat at the bar.

It's my, uh, my RBF, right?

My Resting Bitch Face
that scares people away?

No. I assure you, they're used
to mine. It...

Maybe you just... just wanna try
a little less intensity.

I'm not intense!
I have passion.

And passion is what got you
into anger management?

Well, sometimes passion
makes you wanna punch people.

Mm. God, don't I know it.

No!
Maybe it's about learning...

how to work with people.

You know, as opposed
to wanting to punch them.

Mmm. I know somebody
I'd like to work with.

Hot bunz at 3 o'clock.
Mm-hmm.

- Really?
- Yeah. I have a type.

- It's the khakis.
- In the khakis? Really?

Khakis, yes.
Are you judging me?

- No, I...
- Okay.

I would never...
You know what I mean?

The x-rays from
the janitor's autopsy report.

See here? The tiny bone
fragment in the cervical canal?

It chipped off of C2 up here
in the cervical spine.

The only way that could occur
is from a rotational break.

Dr. Lutz was mortified
that he missed it.

So he didn't die
from falling down the stairs?

No. His neck was snapped,
likely from behind.

- Same M.O. as our victim.
- Somebody followed him

to New York to kill him.
They really didn't want any loose ends.

What the hell
were these guys into?

Is this the stuff from the gym bag?

Uh, yes.
I haven't processed it all yet.

But Kent didn't find any prints
other than the victim's.

Didn't his medical records say
that he had a peanut allergy?

Yes, it did.

Well, then why has he got
a peanut butter granola bar?

I mean... that can't
be good for him, right?

It's a postal barcode.

- Why did he hide it there?
- Maybe it was the only way

he could get it out
without anyone noticing.

- Jack McCarty died for this?
- Well, I'm guessing that whatever

that barcode was attached to
was not a box of pheasants.

These 65 bars represent
USPS Intelligent Mail barcode.

Or what we in the biz call the 4CB.

It was introduced in 2013
to provide more information

- than its predecessor, POSTNET.
- You do your homework, girl!

What does it tell us about our package?

Well, these bars represent
the ZIP plus four.

And is that the closest that
we can get to a final destination?

Well, it can get you down to a
specific postal delivery route.

There are hundreds of packages
on each route.

- Too many to search.
- So if we can't get a destination,

can this barcode help us find
its origin?

Yes. The middle bars can tell us
the sender's Mailer ID.

This translates to Mailer ID 43135,
and that belongs to...

- South Paw Sporting Goods in Miami.
- A sporting goods store?

What are they mailing,
rare snakeskin baseball gloves?

That look funny to you?

Yeah, it looks under-inked.

- Forged?
- Yeah, it could be.

The Post Office uses
technologically advanced printers.

But it looks like this barcode
was printed on

an old-school dot matrix printer.

Have you ever considered
a job at the post office?

No.

Is there a way to tell where
the package is actually from?

Or more importantly,
where it was going?

Yeah, the post office has

this cool Mail Isolation
and Tracking Program.

It takes pictures of every piece
of mail at its origin point.

So if Miami has pictures
of the package

that's attached to this barcode,

we can see who was supposed
to receive it.

Yes.

How to get ahold of it, though?
Tough to get a warrant.

Well, I may be suspended,
but I still have friends.

Let me just make a call.

I just want the best for you, girl.

That's the only reason I said that.

♪ I was doing what I... ♪

Your gift stinks.

- That's why you've been calling me?
- Yes.

Look, the... the...
this blender is battery-powered.

You gave your first wife
sneakers for a wedding present.

She played basketball.

You gave a roof rake
to your second wife?

She stills uses it on my house.

Exactly. That's why none
of those marriages worked out.

Vince...

maybe it's time you leaned
towards your more romantic side.

And that's what makes it last.

Kiki mentioned when we were
at the mall last week

that we needed a blender.

I mentioned last week
that I needed a mammogram.

You wanna make an appointment
at the doctor for my birthday?

Vince.

Giving a gift is just another
chance to remind our loved ones

how we feel about them!

What's the damn blender
say to Kiki?!

How we doing?

Call worked. We're about to get
the photo of our package.

Really? You're not gonna give up
your chair for an elder?

What?

Oh!
Yeah. Yeah. Of course.

Okay, CJ, enough.
I'm not an elder.

- I'm not a Silver Fox. Got it?
- I'm sorry.

You just remind me of
a mentor I used to have.

Greatest thing in the world was
when he told me,

"You did good work."

- The nickname was out of respect.
- Oh.

Okay, well, then... thank you.

- There it is.
- 800 North Pope Street.

Yeah, but Pope Street only runs south.

The address is a fake,
or it's a mistake.

Nina, can you see
how many other packages

were sent to that address?

- Here we go.
- There must be a hundred or more.

So the address wasn't a mistake.

What happens to mail
that's undeliverable?

Well, it goes to a dead letter
bin in each post office,

then its usually shipped to the
dead letter office in Atlanta.

But I'm guessing these were intercepted
before they were rerouted to Atlanta.

- That was our victim's job.
- Well, it's a smart plan.

This way, you can't trace
the sender or receiver.

- They both have plausible deniability.
- Mm-hmm.

Nina, can you find when the next
package is supposed to arrive

at the Pope Street address?

- DNA reports on the hair.
- Oh. Thank you.

- This is a list of neurosurgeons.
- Yes.

Ones who specialize
in Chiari Malformations.

- I didn't ask you to do this.
- No.

And I knew you'd be upset if
I told you that I was doing it.

The top guy
for posterior fossa compressions

is Dr. Richards at Mass General.

And Dr. Lambeau
at Brigham and Women's

- specializes in spinal laminectomy...
- Kent, stop!

This isn't part of your job,

which I what I believe
you should be doing right now.

I didn't mean to upset you.

I was only trying to help.

I've processed all the data
on the 800 North Pope packages.

Looks like they always land
in the post office

- every Tuesday and Thursday.
- Today's Thursday.

I called Miami to confirm.
Another one's definitely coming.

With Jack dead, somebody else must

be picking up those packages
from the dead letter bin.

We need to get eyes in that
post office and get that package.

Well, how do we do that without
alerting whoever's picking it up?

- Go undercover.
- Well, janitorial staff is contracted

outside of the post office.

That's really the only way
we can do it

without setting off alarm bells.

I've already been seen
in the post office.

- Me, too.
- Me, too.

You and me, Foxy.

- Yeah. "Foxy."
- Yeah.

All clear so far.

This is my turf.

I wish I could be in there,
you know, and take 'em out.

Okay, let's try to remember
our conversation

about working "with" people.

Korsak, incoming.

- Not our fish.
- Don't like the way you use your tone.

It's not what you say,
it's the way you say it.

- It's not about tone.
- It's your tone, your tone.

It's the raspiness,
and it's a lower register,

and it makes me feel
very uncomfortable.

I understand why you've been fired now.

Manager making his rounds.

Nope. He's our man.

Police. What do you have there?

- Shit.
- Not so fast.

Hi.

Hi, Kiki.

I thought I wasn't gonna
see you before your party.

Well, you know, I was just
picking up some tax stuff.

Um, Vince said he left it back here.

Okay. Kiki, the way I see it,
you have two choices.

Choice number one, you tell
Vince you don't want the blender.

Yeah, I know, but I just...
I don't wanna hurt his feelings.

Okay, so then go
to option two... "The Face."

- I've been doing it for 30 years.
- The what?

Observe.

Oh, Frank.

For our 20th anniversary,
after I bore you three children,

you gave me the same box of
caramels you've always given me.

Oh, honey, thank you so much.

Works like a charm.

Hmm, except you and Frank
are divorced.

Yes, because I stopped doing The Face.

He went looking for it elsewhere.

All right, come on.
You try it.

- Oh.
- Try it!

Okay.

Thank you! I love it!

- L-Less eyebrow.
- Thank you. I love it.

♪ We got something good ♪

- # Baby #
- Hi.

Did you get the DNA back
on that hair?

Because I think that we've got
our man upstairs.

Well, I'm not so sure
that you have your man,

because the DNA says that
your man is a woman.

What?
Is this the file?

- No, uh, that's not the right one.
- What is it?

It's a list of neurosurgeons that
specialize in...

surgical treatments
for Chiari Malformations.

I thought you were feeling better.

What about the whole...
neural highway thing?

In time, it can be effective.

The truth is, I think I've just
been using it to avoid the surgery.

It's okay to be scared, Maura.

It's not the surgery
that scares me. I just...

I guess I'm just afraid of what
will happen if it doesn't work.

You know, Jane,
I have always been...

- The smartest person in the room?
- I wasn't gonna say that.

- I said it.
- What if I'm not me anymore?

Okay.
Listen to me.

Okay, you are always
gonna be you. Okay?

Your intelligence
is not what defines you.

You are kind and generous
and loving,

and you are the best friend that
a person could ever ask for.

Okay, that woman is always
gonna be there,

whether the surgery works or not.

Thank you.

Your brain is not what
I love about you, Maura.

What I love about you is that you took

my mother in,
and now I don't have to.

I love that about you.

Deeply.

Actually, it's not very smart
that you did that.

Maybe it's... mm, advanced.

Okay, fine.
I will make the appointment.

Okay.
Just keep my mother!

I'm looking inside your soul.

500 tabs of oxy at 60 bucks
a pop. That's...

30 grand a package.

Derek, you know that mailing
drugs is a federal crime.

You're going away for a long time.

Or you can tell us
who you're working for.

I don't know what you mean.

You're looking at a minimum of 10 years.

Why would you cover
for these people?

'Cause it's better than
a bullet to the brain.

Please. You'll never make it
out of lockup.

When your business partners
find out that we have you here,

there's gonna be a shiv
with your name on it.

Okay.

Derek, you don't have as much
as a traffic ticket.

You took your sister and her
family in after she lost her job.

You coach T-ball on the weekends.

How did you get mixed up in this?

My guess is you got trapped.

I had a car accident about...

six years ago.
I messed up my back really bad.

I got addicted to oxy.

When my script ran out,
I found a dealer.

And about a year ago, the
dealer threatened to cut me off

unless I got the packages through.

How was Jack McCarty involved?

It was only supposed to be
a couple of times.

But the packages kept coming.

I needed help.

And you knew
that Jack needed the money.

I swear, I had... had nothing
to do with his death.

Do you need to be somewhere?

The drop's tonight, isn't it?

If I don't show, I'm a dead man.

Derek, we can protect you, but we
need to know who your dealer is.

What's her name?

Rachel Hanson.

What time are you supposed
to meet her?

Nine.

Okay.

Okay, our guy's in place.

Almost 9:00.
Any minute now.

Frankie, you all set?

Roger that.

Got a car pulling up.

It's a woman.
Description matches.

Bingo.

Once she passes the mailbox

across the street, leave the
duffel on the bench and walk away.

I'll make the drop.

Nobody move until she's got
possession of that bag.

She won't take the duffel
bag until the car's out of sight.

She's got it. I'm going in.

Police! Freeze!

Ooh.

Look at that.

You finally got to punch somebody.

Yeah. It hurts more
than you'd think.

- It does. Good job, CJ.
- Thank you.

Oh!
I may be getting old.

Right now
retirement sounds sweet.

When you leave, CJ may snatch you up.

Yes, sir, meet at the airport.

My boss found
an oxy smuggling ring in New York,

and he wants me on a plane
to help consult.

- You got reinstated. That's great!
- Yeah.

I just don't know how I get over
two men dying on my watch.

Mm, you don't.

But there's still a lot of
people out there we can help.

- You're all right, Rizzoli.
- You, too.

Bye, Foxy.

Ooh.

I'd like to say I'm sorry
to see her go, but...

You're tired.

I like her, but... whoa!
She's exhausting.

Don't you think?

Thanks for being here, everybody.

- Oh, we're just here for the cake.
- That's true.

W... Yeah, Ma, I want a... I want
a big one with a lot of icing.

Me, too.

- Oh, me, three. Here we go.
- Okay. Ah! Ah!

Ah! Ah! The birthday girl
gets the first piece.

All right.

The birthday girl also gets a present.

- Whoo!
- Oh!

Is there a face for this?

I don't know.

'Cause we make
beautiful music together.

Aw.

I love it.

- Give it a shake.
- Okay.

Ooh!

Oh!

What is this?

It's your birthstone
surrounded by my birthstone,

to remind you that I'll always
be there for you no matter what.

Vince, that's so romantic.
Thank you.

You didn't think I'd really get
you a tambourine, did you?

Yes.

Testing. Testing, 1, 2, 3.

- 1, 2, 3, testing.
- Oh. The new karaoke machine.

Anybody wanna give it a whirl?

Okay, everybody, I'd like to
give you all a little treat.

This is a Scottish classic called
"Donald, Where's Your Troosers?"

Somebody get up there, quick!

- No! No, don't do it!
- No!

- Really?
- Unh-unh!

- Why?
- Well, um, someone has been wanting...

...to try new things.

- Ah, no, Jane. I do not sing in public.
- Hmm.

Don't be shy now.

I hear you singing in the house
all the time, Maura.

Yeah. Come on, you said
you'd try anything once. Once.

- Come on!
- It's once!

- Oh...
- Come on!

Maura! Maura!
Maura! Maura!

Maura! Maura! Maura! Maura!

Really? Really, Jane?
Come on.

- Maura! Maura! Ah!
- Okay, okay, okay!

- Whoo!
- Maura!

Whoo-hoo!

- Go, girl!
- I guess I'll just have to save

mine for the finale then, eh?

- Ohh.
- Oh, I know just the song for you.

Yeah.

- I'm really not good at this.
- Here.

Oy.

♪ Looking out
in the morning rain ♪

- Um, can you help? Quickly. Faster.
- Okay.

- # I used to feel #
- Faster. Faster.

♪ So uninspired ♪

♪ And when I knew
I had to face another day ♪

Oh, thank goodness for Nina.

♪ Lord, it made me feel
so tired ♪

♪ Before the day I met you,
life was so... ♪

♪ Unkind ♪

♪ But you're the key
to my peace of mind ♪

♪ 'Cause you make me feel ♪

♪ You make me feel ♪

♪ You make me feel
like a natural woman ♪

♪ Oh, baby,
what you've done to me? ♪

♪ Done to me ♪

♪ You make me feel
so good inside ♪

♪ Good inside ♪

♪ And I just want to be ♪

♪ Want to be ♪

♪ Close to you ♪

♪ You make me feel so alive ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ You make me feel,
you make me feel ♪

♪ Like a natural woman ♪