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Rizzoli and Isles 2x09
Gone Daddy Gone

Sync by Gatto, corrected by ilse
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[ Knock on door ]

No. No.

No, no, no.

- Did you forget?
- Oh, shoot.

Maura, this crack-of-dawn
run was your idea.

Damn it, I could have
slept in. I am so sorry.

Tommy: Hey, babe,
once you touch it,

you got to do something
with it.

"Babe"?

What is Tommy doing
here so early?

It's not early so much as late.

He spent the night.

Playing chess.
He's quite good.

Sorry.

Knight to b3.

Mm. Declining the gambit.
Risky move.

Morning, sis.

I didn't realize you two
were so chummy.

Oh, this isn't chummy.

I've all but destroyed
his king's pawn defense.

- Whatever.
- Mm. Good for you.

Mom goes to Atlantic city
for a few days,

and now you're sleeping over?

Like she said, Jane,
we're just playing chess.

Best opponent I ever faced.

Stop.

[ Cellphone rings ]

[ Beep ]

Rizzoli.

Yeah, okay,
I'll be right there.

Come on, we got
a possible homicide.

- We got to go.
- I'm about to castle.

And I...I haven't been
called in yet.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Ah.

Dr. Isles.

No moves without me.

No moves at all.

Show yourself out.

Do not sleep with my brother.

What?!

Jane, it hadn't even
occurred to me.

Although he does have
exquisite long bones.

"Long bones"? Eww!

Femur, tibia.

Look, it's his mind that I find
myself most attracted to.

[ Laughs ] He barely graduated
high school.

Well, Bobby Fischer
was a high-school dropout,

and he's a world
chess champion.

Well, okay,
so when Tommy becomes

a world-class chess champion,
you can sleep with him.

Really?

No.

[ Siren wails ]

Neighborhood thieves stripped
this baby clean last night.

Didn't get around to calling us
about all the blood in it

till an hour ago.

What, they steal
the victim, too?

All we know is that
there was one.

Well, it's a good place
to dump a car

if you're gonna kill
somebody in it.

Two distinct patterns
of arterial spray.

Both the victim's carotids
were severed.

Whoever sat here
is most certainly dead.

Without a body, we're gonna need
as much evidence as we can get.

Uh, hey, officer,
spread the word that BPD

will pay triple what any
pawn shop or fence will pay

for anything stripped off
this car -- no questions asked.

Okay.

And, uh, anything
that gets turned in,

homicide gets it first.

It's Duncan, by the way.

What?

My name --
officer Ronald Duncan.

Did I say something wrong?

People just like
to be acknowledged, Jane.

Which reminds me --

- No.
- Jane?

Sensitivity training
is mandatory

for the entire department,

and it's incumbent on me
to make sure that you attend.

Look,
I don't want to pull rank.

I'm in the middle of
a homicide investigation.

I don't have time to go sit
with some emo-Nazi

and have her tell me what I can
or cannot say

to all the lowlifes
and scumbags

and gangbangers
that I got to deal with.

Nice.

Uh, car belongs to a
Melissa Joy Black from Michigan.

22 years old.

Called Ann Arbor P.D.
No stolen-car report.

They checked her phone there --
disconnected.

Yeah, well, it's 'cause
she lives in Boston now.

That's a current parking pass
at the local terminal.

My guess is...

Melissa Joy works at the docks.

Secretary in one
of the offices, maybe?

Well, now,
that's a very sexist remark

coming from a guy who's
pitching sensitivity training.

She's 5'2" working
at the docks.

How's that sexist?

Because a mesomorphic
woman of that height

could easily lift two
times her body weight,

detective Korsak.

Frost, e-mail this to me?

Hey, you want to process
the crime scene?

I'm gonna go to the docks.

See ya.

You, of course,
are coming with me.

Well, you know,
I'm beginning to think

that you are deliberately
trying to take me

away from my chess game.

Yes, Maura, I am sabotaging
your knight-to-queen castle

thingy move.

I drove you here.

[ Foghorn blows ]

Hey, babe.
Nice tits.

Oh, yeah, we've been waiting
for you all our lives.

What's he think we're gonna do?

Just run over there
and tear off his clothes?

He's not thinking
consciously at all.

- It's a natural chemical response
to our pheromones. - Really?

"Nice tits" is a natural
chemical response?

[ Laughs ] Perceived fertility
is Paramount.

Males seek mates capable
of nursing offspring.

Abundant breasts
do suggest --

Yeah, you know what
his abundant belly suggests?

Snowball's chance in hell.

[ Chuckles ]

Here -- The office is over here.

[ Machinery beeping ]

Oh, hey, excuse me.

Can you tell me
who's in charge here?

Uh...He's busy.

So am I.

Boston Homicide.

Hey, what can I do
for you lovely ladies?

That's a doctor.
I'm a detective.

And you are...?

Ray Murphy. I'm the
Union rep around here.

Is there a problem?

Are you familiar
with this employee?

Melissa Joy Black?

Well, I can tell you

she's not one of the
office girls. [ Chuckles ]

It appears every female here
is over the age of 18.

[ Clears throat ]

Could she be a longshoreman?

I guess she could be
one of the casual workers,

but we don't have
many gi-- girls.

Um, let me have you talk
to one of the Union bosses.

Axl!

This detective
needs to talk to you.

You're a cop.
That's a turnoff.

Bummer. Do you recognize her?

M.J. Yeah.

She walked off the job halfway
through her shift yesterday.

Affirmative-action hires
are bullshit.

No muscle, no use.

Actually, male and female
muscle tissue is identical.

What varies is the size
of the male skeletal frame.

Men generally have
less body fat.

But not always.

Man:
What's going on?

Call 911!

Need some help!
Call 911!

[ Alarm blaring ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Tide started going out

when one of the guys
noticed her.

It's Melissa Joy Black.

Is that --

It's an ice pick, Jane.

Doesn't mean he's back.

Yes, it does.

Korsak:
Paddy Doyle's signature --

Ice pick through the heart
with a message attached.

I guess he didn't
like e-mail.

What kind of message
is he sending, though,

with the murder of a 22-year-old
female dockworker?

Whatever it is,
I won't be the one

forensically interpreting it.

I'm calling in Dr. Pike
from the Western Mass office.

Oh, no, anybody but him.

Don't know what's worse --

his pompous attitude
or his O.C.D.

That's very insensitive
language, sergeant Korsak.

I'm sure language like that

would really hurt
Dr. Pike's feelings.

Come on, Maura.

You don't have to do this.
All right?

The only people who know
about your connection to Doyle

are us and frost.

We may finally be

able to prosecute
Paddy Doyle for murder.

I don't want to risk
a defense attorney finding out

that he's my biological father

and using it against us
in court.

What are you gonna tell Pike?

We don't have to tell him
anything. I'm his boss.

Oh, my God.

Bill Sutton, Mass Shore
Chief Executive Officer.

Is there some way...

Her body can be covered?

It's, uh --
it's pretty upsetting.

You say you're with Mass Shore?

Yes, our company
runs the docks.

Some people say
the mob still does.

Well, uh, I know there's a long
history of that down here.

Ever since we took
over last fall,

we've taken steps
to change that.

Don't think Paddy Doyle's
taken too kindly to that.

You don't think he had anything
to do with this, do you?

A dockworker is tied
to the piling

with an ice pick
sticking out of her chest

for everybody here to see?

Yeah, we think
there may be a connection.

Mr. Sutton, have you
or anybody at your company

received any graft demands
or extortion threats

- since you took over?
- No.

Our corporation doesn't have
any ties to the mob.

They do.

And by "they"
you mean the dockworkers.

Look, like every company,

we've had our troubles
with the Union.

You're probably not gonna get
a lot of help out of those guys,

but we'll do everything we can.

Sooner we can rid the docks
of this element, the better.

All right, well,
you can start by getting us

all your surveillance
video footage --

Anyplace you got a camera.

You got it.

He's right, you know.
Longshoremen won't talk.

It goes against their code.

Remember that line
from "on the waterfront"?

[ As Marlon Brando ]
"I don't know nothin'.

I ain't seen nothin'.
I ain't sayin' nothin'."

Here's the deal.

I'll do sensitivity training,
you don't do Brando.

Could he be more anal?

Actually, yes.

Although he exhibits many of
the classic Freudian traits --

rigidity, fixation on rules
and orderliness --

his autopsy work
is less than meticulous.

When will you be starting?

Pike: Momentarily.

Seems not much stock is put

in the proper placement
of instruments here.

You gonna let him
talk to you like that?

This is ridiculous.

You're his boss.

Is there something particular
you require, doctor?

Yes. Organization.

Now, we have a well-developed
female Caucasian,

22 years old,

with an incised gaping wound
across the neck.

Later that same day...

I do miss this.

Not many near decapitations

in the hinterlands
of Western Massachusetts.

The ice pick is a nice touch,

though unnecessary --
she bled out in under a minute.

That Doyle really is a butcher,
isn't he?

Will you excuse me?

Don't let that idiot get to you.

Well, I can't fault him
for telling the truth.

Paddy Doyle is a butcher.

Paddy Doyle has nothing to do
with you.

He fathered me.

He...Simply provided
the sperm.

All right?

And judging by the amazing
person that you turned out to be,

his DNA didn't win.

[ Computer beeps ]

I don't understand the strategy
behind this attack.

Well, that's simple.

I mean, Doyle is just
trying to scare the hell

out of anybody that won't do
his bidding at the docks.

No. I-I meant Tommy's decision
to move his rook to b5.

Wait a minute.
My little brother

is im'ing you at the office and
sending you little smiley faces,

and there's nothing going on
between you two?

Well, you and I keep in
touch throughout the day.

It must be my amazing
long bones.

[ Elevator bell dings ] Oh!

Mm. Mnh-mnh.

[ Grunting ]

What --

Shh!

[ Knock on door ]

I hope you can forgive me for my
invasion of your personal space.

Allow me to introduce myself
so we can dialogue.

My name is Carol Madigan.

Sensitivity training liaison.

Dr. Maura Isles.
[ Chuckles nervously ]

How may I help you?

I'm looking for
detective Rizzoli,

who I'm told is here,
although she's scheduled

to be in my "connect, protect,
and respect" class.

You seen her?

I believe she is
in the building.

Um, but...I don't see her
right now.

Tell her I'm looking for her.

Where's Jane?

You sicced that
sensitivity freak on me?

"Freak"? Maybe you do need
sensitivity training.

[ Sighs ] Got the victim,
Melissa's, address.

You gonna hide,
or you want to come with me?

How'd you get it?

Melissa had to file
a dockworker's card

with homeland security --
They had a local address.

Great work,
sergeant detective Korsak.

I think that
we should investigate,

but what do you think?

Jane: We're very sorry
for your loss.

It's the first time
I've ever been glad

my father's not aware
of anything.

I wouldn't know how to
tell him about my sister.

And can we ask what
he's suffering from?

A head injury.

Doctors say he probably
won't come back from it.

He was hurt six months ago.
He's a longshoreman.

Um...

Can you think of anyone

who might have
wanted to harm your sister?

You ever heard of Paddy Doyle?

Everybody in Southie has.
Why?

Any issues between your father
and Doyle?

Your dad ever mention him
coming around the docks

or the Union hall?

Never.

Did she ever mention Doyle's
name in the last few months?

No. Melissa's
a college student.

Actually, she went by her
initials, M.J., at the docks.

What? Nobody called her that.

Why was she at the docks?

She was working
as a casual there.

Last place she was seen alive.

[ Sighs ] I can't believe
she did this.

Did what, Shannon?

The Union said our dad's
accident was his fault

because he'd been drinking
on the job.

Melissa wouldn't believe it.

She...Was gonna find out
the truth for herself.

[ Computer beeps ]

- Dr. Isles?
- Yes.

I discovered in the victim's
stomach contents

a micro SD card.

- It's from a camera.
- Video, my guess.

Must have swallowed it
just before she was killed,

and I'll bet
Paddy Doyle wanted it.

That sounds very much
like an assumption.

You think there's
a drug deal on it?

A murder.

I don't... know.

Nor is it within our
purview to guess.

Please take this up to
detective frost in homicide.

Arguably the most important find
against a notorious mobster,

and I'll be credited with it,

all because you needed help.

Funny, huh?

[ Sighs ]

Funny, good night, Doctor.

Please don't sit in my chair.

I'm very intrigued by
the assertiveness of your play.

Just giving what I'm getting.

And what does that tell you?

What the hell?!

Wait -- Tommy, don't!

He needs a doctor -- now!

My God, that's Paddy Doyle.

I know who he is.

[ Screaming ]

The bullet seems to have
fractured your clavicle.

You're lucky.
[ Sighs ]

Thought your idea of luck

would have been if
had pierced my heart.

[ Groans ]

The bone prevented the bullet
from hitting a major artery.

Been through this before.
Just need stitching up.

It's not that simple.

You have tissue damage,
vasculature concerns,

- bone fragments.
- Conroy: Do it...

- Or he dies.
- I'll need his help.

Please ask the guy with the gun
to stop pointing it at him.

Tommy, find me some towels,

bowls, um, hot water.

I'll need to irrigate the wound
before I can suture.

That your boyfriend?

You're holding me hostage.

You think you have any right
to ask me personal questions?

[ Exhales sharply ]

The exit wound is quite large.

It's gonna be difficult
to close.

I don't have anesthetic.

Don't need any.

What happened?
How did you get shot?

Business.

Was the woman murdered
at the docks "business," too?

Not mine.

I didn't kill her.

How the hell do you
know this guy anyway?

I'm her father.

Hey.

Sutton sent over all the
dock surveillance footage.

Found Melissa leaving.

So she did leave
in the middle of her shift.

I wonder why.

No idea. But no one follows her.

Well, it's not like
Doyle's the type

to show up
on surveillance footage.

Anything on the SD card?

Still trying.

Stomach acid did a number on it.

I don't have any audio,
but look at this.

I only got a few frames.

Someone's chasing her.

Yeah, Paddy Doyle.

Oh, we just need one frame
of that bastard's face.

Oh, yay.
Officer helpful's back.

Hey, uh, yeah.
Thanks for bringing that up.

Um, a battery probably
isn't going to help

with the investigation,

so you can just take that down
to evidence.

It's not in the job description

to bust my balls for homicide.

Why doesn't he have to take
sensitivity training?

- He already did.
- Works wonders.

Did some checking
on Richie Black.

Before he wound up
on a ventilator,

he was pretty much
a dockworking stiff.

No criminal record,
not a single tie to Doyle.

No, he works the docks,
Paddy owns the docks --

there's your connection.

I also got a copy
of his OSHA accident report.

Lab from the E.R.
said his blood alcohol was .10.

Guess he was drinking
on the job.

Yeah, but Melissa didn't believe
he did it.

She went undercover
to prove it.

Maybe she stumbled
across something

she wasn't supposed to.

That alone's enough to get
her killed. Weapons, drugs,

human trafficking --
It all goes through the docks.

We got to get one of those
dockworkers to talk.

I just wish we didn't
have to wait till tomorrow.

We don't. High tide's at 2:01.
They'll all be there.

How do you know so
much about it?

I had an uncle
who was a stevedore.

I flirted with it
in my younger days.

Decided it wasn't a good fit.

I like my fingers and toes.

So you could have been
a longshoreman.

More than that. [As Marlon
Brando] I coulda been a contender.

Stop.

Instead of a bum,
which is what I am!

You all right?

Fine.

So, what are you,
adopted or something?

Yes.

How long did you know
you were related to him?

Not long.

Bishop to d7 captures the rook.

Check.

It's okay.

We don't need to talk about it.

[ Wheezing ]

Help him.

Help him!

Like this?

You want him to die, dude?

- Shut up!
- Stop!

Now fix him!

[ Wheezing ]

[ Groans softly ]

He really should be
on an I.V.

His body is working to replace
fluids and white cells.

[ Weakly ] You look
a lot like your mother.

Who was my mother?

You would like her.

She would like you.

Did she love you?

She did.

But you would still like her.

Korsak: We can't possibly talk
to all these jimokes.

Pick a target.

Oh-ho, look who's back.

Baby, I guess
you want some of this.

Oh, get your hands
off your junk!

This detective's a lady.

What?

Thank you, kind sir,
for defending my honor.

No, I merely defended
an individual

who happens to be female
from an inappropriate harasser

who happens to be male.

Mm-hmm.

Speaking of which,

why don't you try
to get through to the gorillas

and I'll talk to her.

Hey. Boston Homicide.

Can I ask you a couple questions
about M.J. Black?

I don't know anything.

Even if I did,

Union rep told us not to talk.

[ Hand slaps ]

Whose hand is this?

Because I found it on my ass.

Got one more
where that came from.

- Do you?
- Yes.

- Here's what I got.
- Aah.

[ Murmuring ]

- Hey, let go!
- Freakin' lezzie.

- What the hell happened?!
- What? He grabbed my ass.

- This scumbag had the nerve to put
his filthy hands on you? - Just one.

That's all I need to take you
in, you dumb son of a bitch.

[ Cellphone rings ] Come on.

Rizzoli.

Yeah, okay.
[ Beep ]

We got another dead body.

It's Paddy Doyle's
right-hand man.

Kevin Brennan.

He and Paddy got kicked out
of grammar school together.

They've been partners in crime
ever since.

Multiple GSWs.

Maybe they had a falling out.

I don't see an ice pick.

How many shell casings
are there?

They're still counting them.

Why?

This just -- It feels like an
ambush more than an execution.

You know?

This guy spends 50 years
attached to Paddy's hip,

and then winds up dead?

I don't think
Brennan was the target.

And, either his blood
got on Paddy's shoes,

or Paddy took a bullet himself.

I'll have CSRU
check the blood trail.

See if there's more
than one type.

So we talking mob war?

Yeah, maybe,
for control of the docks.

Ohh, what the hell
is pike doing here?

Detectives.

Where's Dr. Isles?

I have no idea,

nor do I understand
your question's relevance

given our nearly
identical credentials.

Just tell us what
you're doing here.

Dr. Isles was unreachable.

- Frost.
- Yeah, I got it. Go.

It's discrimination,
pure and simple.

The Governor felt he needed
to appoint a "woman."

Once again, I'm penalized
for being a white male.

Don't even.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

That's probably Jane.

Let it go.

[ Ringing continues ]

Why did you even come here?

You could have paid off any
number of doctors for treatment.

But they wouldn't
have been you.

That's supposed
to warm my heart?

Because it doesn't.

I've seen what
you're capable of.

I saw what you did
to that young woman!

I didn't do anything to her.

I don't kill women or children

or anyone who doesn't
deserve it.

Oh, so even you have standards?

Regardless of what you think
of me, Maura,

in my world,
I'm a man of honor...

And of my word.

I'm being framed.

I don't believe you.

You're the chief
medical examiner.

Use your science.

It'll tell you if I'm
guilty or not.

[ Door opens ]
Where are you going?

To finish what
someone else started.

[ Sighs ]

- Jane.
- Where is he? Where's Doyle?

Gone. 15 minutes ago.

Paddy was shot, right?

A bullet fractured
his clavicle.

He lost a lot of blood,

but the injuries
weren't life-threatening.

How'd you know?

Well, because I just came
from a crime scene

where his top lieutenant
wasn't so lucky.

Do you know what happened?

No, but for Paddy Doyle
to take a bullet,

somebody he trusted
must have given him up.

God, it looks like an E.R.
in here.

Maura had to fix him
at gunpoint!

He told me that the shooting
was over business.

So, what?

So Melissa's murder was under
the category of pleasure?

No, he. He said somebody
was trying to frame him.

That he doesn't kill women
or children or innocents.

Of course he told
you that, Maura.

He's not gonna confess
to the one person in the world

that he gives a damn about.

A mob boss like Paddy Doyle
couldn't rule the streets

this long just on fear.

He lives by a code.
That's why he has respect.

Are you finished?

He has a heart, Jane.

I'm serious! You didn't see
the way he looked at her.

He may be a bad guy,
but he loves his daughter.

Korsak: All of his victims
were gangsters --

No women, no children.

Jane:
That we know of.

No forensic evidence links Paddy
to any of these killings.

None of his DNA was recovered
from Melissa, either.

He's good.

Yeah, that's part
of his legend.

He may go down for racketeering
or tax evasion like Capone,

but murder? No way.

He isn't usually this messy.

You think he's slipping?

He told Maura
he was being framed.

Nobody's stupid enough
or suicidal enough

to frame him for murder.

Yeah, but it would be brilliant

if somebody could pull it off.

You know, murder Melissa,

make it look like Doyle did
the deed -- case closed.

Hey, Frost, you get any audio
of that SD card yet?

No.

Oh, whiz kid's
finally met his match --

a half-digested SD card.

- Hey, if you want to try...
- Oh, God.

Can somebody please sign
for this?

And torture the poor guy?
He's here for you, Jane.

- No, he's not.
- Oh, yes, he is.

This guy hates me.
I'll show you.

On your desk, Rizzoli?

Uh, no. I-I'll take it,
but thank you...

Very much...

Officer Duncan. Thanks.

Actually, this is kind of heavy.

I could take it down
to evidence for you if you want.

- That's okay.
- No, it --

- No, it's okay. I got it.
- It's okay.

[ Both stammering ]

I got it!
Thank you.

Thank you.

[ Thud ]

See?

Love.

- Stop.
- Love.

Shut up.

All right, what do
we have in here?

We got a stereo, a CD player,

some wires.

An amplifier.

Oh, yeah, that looks modified.
Check it out, Frost.

Axl's time in lockup
is almost up.

Hopefully it's put him
in a mood to talk.

Dr. Pike.

I've...Looked through
your report

on Melissa Joy Black.

I didn't see a reference

to an examination of
the victim's teeth or gums.

Cause of death was quite clear,
as is my report.

I didn't feel the need
to floss her molars.

Specifically, I am concerned
about the post-mortem bruising

around the victim's mouth,
here and here.

Hmm.
Which I noted on page 27.

But, uh, it suggests

that the perpetrator applied
force against the victim's mouth

during the attack.

And what's your point?

Detective Rizzoli's
investigation indicated

that this was
a very brave young woman

going undercover on her own.

I don't make my rulings

based on a victim's
personality traits.

Well, neither --
neither do I. [ Chuckles ]

But I would consider
that such a woman

may have bitten her killer.

Mm.

I want to see the body.

Already released
to the funeral home

per her family's request.

Without my approval?

I'm a medical examiner, too.

No, you are an assistant
medical examiner.

You work for me,
Dr. Pike.

[ Chuckles ]

It figures that someone like you
would try and pull rank.

I went to Harvard,
you know that?

Shut it!

Or I will assign you to a town

that will make Western Mass
feel like Paris.

You have one hour

to get that body back,
understand?

Yes, doctor.

Was there any talk
about M.J.,

anybody following her around?

I ain't saying nothin'.

Especially to no dumb bitch.

Hey! Show some respect,
piece of crap!

[ Clatter ]

Nice moobs.
Moobs?

Yeah, man boobs.

[ Chuckles ]

Your little grab ass
at the docks--?

That's indecent assault
and battery on a police officer.

You're looking at seven
and a half years.

You got 30 seconds

before we officially
press charges.

Remember Melissa Black.

She was murdered,
and we think you know why.

[ Scoffs ] No, man.
I barely knew the broad.

You sure as hell
knew her father,

Richie Black, didn't you?

You serious?

She was his kid?

10 seconds.

5 seconds.

Richie was
a stand-up guy.

He wasn't afraid to roll up
his sleeves like the rest of us.

He had my vote.

- He was running to be your Union rep?
- Yeah.

Safety on the docks
been going to hell,

and Richie was the only one
taking it on.

It looked like he was gonna win
when he had his accident.

Who was his competition?

It's the guy who won -- Ray.

Maybe Paddy had something to do
with Richie's "accident."

[ Pen clicks ]

Paddy and Ray
would be good pals.

Look at Ray's rap sheet.

Assault, fraud.

Put his 6-year-old
on the Union payroll.

Poor Richie. That's not
a guy to run against.

Melissa must have thought
that Paddy and Richie

had something to do
with her father's accident.

So she spies on Ray to prove it.

You have any footage of Ray
the day that Melissa left early?

Yeah. Here.

Looks like Ray left
mid-shift, too.

Just a few minutes
before Melissa did.

Go to the dock
parking-lot camera.

[ Keys clacking ]

Ray's got nice wheels.

No way can that guy afford an
AMG on a longshoreman's salary.

Pull up the footage
of when Melissa left.

[ Beep ]

There she is.

Frost: Yeah.

Leaving right behind him.

Korsak: So she wasn't
being followed.

No, she was following Ray.

Ray's wife she's at
the docks today.

Why? They don't work
when the tide's low.

You ever shake hands with the
guy? It's like a marshmallow.

Ray doesn't work much at all.

[ chuckles ]

Hey, there!

Miss Madigan.

Sensitivity trainer.
I was gonna call you.

And tell me that she failed
to complete her training...

Again?

You can just forget about
winning that extra "c" day,

sergeant detective Korsak.

That's why you've been
all over this?

So you can get
an extra day off?

I also happen to feel
very strongly

about the teaching
of tolerance.

Really? Because I just got out
of a half-hour meeting

with Mr. Dwyer, who's lodging
a formal complaint

about the abusive treatment
he received while in custody.

Did you tell Mr. Dwyer
he had moobs?

Yes. Yes, I did.

And I am completely ashamed
by the cruelty of my words.

It was inappropriate and unkind

and insensitive.

No charges will be
filed, Mr. Dwyer,

and I do hope that you can
accept my sincerest apologies.

I-I guess so.

I-I do have every intention

of finishing my sensitivity
training, asap.

Thank you, detective.

Uh, now, if you'll excuse us,

we are in pursuit of a suspect.

[ Elevator bell dings ]
Oh, of course.

Take care.

Quite a performance.

Incredibly sensitive,
don't you think?

Maura: You're lucky
they hadn't begun

the embalming process yet.

I don't know why you're not
doing this yourself.

Because it's your case,
Dr. Pike.

I'm not overriding it,
I'm... expanding upon it.

Isn't that a fine euphemism

for insulting
my professionalism.

This isn't personal,
Dr. Pike.

It certainly feels
that way to me.

I'd focus on the maxillary
central incisors,

as well as the canines.

I'm not seeing anything at all.

She has a bit of an underbite.

Check the mandibulars, as well.

I think I found a particle.

It appears to be skin.

After analysis,

add this as an addendum
to your original autopsy report.

I don't need your pity.
This was your find.

But your autopsy.
You take the credit.

I insist.

Thank you.

[ Woman whimpering ]

[ Whimpering continues ]

Boston police!
Open up!

He's not whimpering.

[ Groans ] Not anymore.

[ Whimpering continues ]

[ Whimpering continues ]

[ Cries, coughs ]

Jane: You okay?

No, it was horrible.

Oh, my God! Poor Ray!
Oh, my God!

[ Sobs ]

Do you remember anything?
Anything you saw or you heard?

I just heard screaming.
I just heard screaming.

Korsak: Looks like he was
tortured first.

Two of his fingers are broken.

Yeah, and eight of them aren't,
so he must have talked.

[ Sobs ]

The question is,
who'd he give up?

Or what?

[ Door opens,
footsteps approach ]

Jane: Hi.

Did you get the DNA results
back on the skin yet?

I'm sorry?

The DNA results.

On the skin particle that you
found on Melissa's teeth.

Do you have them?

It's too soon to tell.

But I'm fairly certain

that I know
who Melissa's killer is,

even without them.

Yeah, well, me too, but...

It was a rush to judgment, Jane,
but science is unbiased.

The impression
made by this bite

matches Melissa's
dental records.

So the DNA results are
a formality at this point.

- This man killed Melissa.
- Ray?

Paddy Doyle was telling
the truth.

Paddy Doyle runs those docks.

All right? Ray just could have
been following orders --

Your father's.

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

It's Frost. He says he
has something big

that we both need to see.

What did you find?

Melissa hid this
behind her CD player.

It's not an amplifier.
It's a wireless receiver.

So she was uploading
everything she recorded.

Backing it up wirelessly.

She was also recording onto
the SD card she swallowed.

Frost, tell me there's footage.

There is.

40 years the Fed's been trying
to get Paddy and his gang on tape.

Think a 22-year-old girl
got the job done?

[ Beep ]

Maura: She's following Ray.

The forensic evidence proves
that he killed her.

Yeah, but it doesn't prove
that Paddy wasn't behind it.

Ray's meeting somebody.

That's a clear shot of Ray.

Okay, now we just need one
of Paddy.

- Frost, can you blow him up?
- I can try.

Get it done.
You screw this up...

Can you do anything
to the audio?

[ Keys clacking ]

I'm not paying you
for nothing, okay?

You push them faster.

I don't give a damn
about safety regulations.

- All right
- That's not his voice.

Is that Sutton?

Yeah, looks like Ray ditched
the old mob for the new mob,

the Corporation.

But it's the same racket.

Faster the dockworkers unload,

the more ships they can get in,
the more money they make.

- Hey! What are you doing in here?!
- Get her!

It was Sutton.
Paddy was telling the truth.

He didn't order
Melissa's death.

I'm thinking Ray gave up
Sutton before he died.

Then you'd better find Sutton
before my father does.

Stand back.

Sutton's office
is on the sixth floor.

Elevator.

[ Elevator bell dings ]

[ Man groaning ]

Sutton: [ Voice breaking ]
Please help.

Jane: Where's Doyle?

I don't know!

Korsak:
Frost, the stairs!

I got it.

[ Groans, screams ]

Is there any other way
out of this place?

- He told me I was gonna die slow.
- He's right.

You will, in jail for the rest
of your miserable life.

It's a private elevator.
Damn it!

Damn, he's getting away again.
[ Tires screech ]

He's gone.

At least we got our bad guy.

Yeah, one of them.

I'll put out a BOLO.

[ Door opens ]

Hey, ma.
How was your trip?

Oh, I lost 85 bucks
on the nickel slots.

But look at all this
really great stuff I got.

Hey! Anybody need a robe?

Ma...Did you take this
from the little fridge?

They refill it, Jane.

This isn't free, ma. They're
gonna charge your credit card.

I paid $109 a night
for that room.

Really? I'm gonna send it back.

Four hours
of sensitivity training,

and I passed
with flying colors.

- Congratulations.
- Did you learn anything?

Yes. I am an equal-opportunity
offender.

Okay, are they gonna
charge me for this?

[ Telephone rings ]

[ Laughs ]

[ Beep ]

Hello?

Doyle:
Detective Rizzoli.

How did you get this number?

I'm one of the good guys
compared to this new way

of doing business.

I know you know that.

I'm not sure I do.
Where are you?

You know I'm not telling you.

Well, that's too bad.

Why don't you tell me
about Melissa Joy Black?

Back when I ran the docks,
we didn't kill women...

Or hurt hardworking people
like her father, Richie.

Well, that was ruled
an accident.

Yeah.

Check the DNA on
the blood alcohol test

they said was Richie's.

Take care of my daughter.

I can take care of myself.

Hang up.
[ Beep ]

I do think he loves you.

It doesn't mean
I have to love him back.

Oh! What happened
to the door?!

Tommy forgot his keys.

Tommy, you know
better than that.

Jane: [ Sighing ] Oh.

I make a suggestion?

Checkmate.

What -- you know
how to play chess?

Yeah, who do you
think taught him?

Tommy's not the only Rizzoli
with a beautiful mind.

[ Chuckles ]

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