Rizzoli & Isles

YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME.

HEY.

THAT'S MY SPOT.

I DON'T SEE YOUR NAME ON IT.

YOU CUT ME OFF.

YOU GOT A PROBLEM?

YOUR CAR IN MY SPOT.

WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?

COME ON. DON'T BE AN ASSHOLE.

WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?

YOU HEARD ME.

Woman: WHAT'S WRONG? Woman: WHAT HAPPENED?

Susie and Angela: HELLO?

All: SURPRISE!

PRESENTING...

THE PRESIDENT OF THE NEW ENGLAND MEDICAL OFFICERS --

DR. MAURA ISLES.

WELL, TECHNICALLY, I'M THE PRESIDENT-ELECT.

CONGRATULATIONS, PRESIDENT-ELECT.

WAIT! NO, MA! IT'S GONNA GO EVERYWHERE.

PLEASE. THIS IS NOT MY FIRST RODEO.

I JUST GOT ELECTED. HOW DO YOU ALL KNOW ABOUT THIS?

OH, THEY CALLED TO ASK HOW TO ENGRAVE THE PLAQUE,

AND I HAD TO TELL SOMEONE.

SO SHE TOLD ME, AND I TOLD...

EVERYONE.

Angela: OF COURSE HE DID.

AFTER ALL, SHE'S THE NEW ENGLAND...

WHAT IS IT? Susie: UH, IT'S AN ETHICS COMMITTEE.

THEY REVIEW AND THEY PUBLISH CASES OF INTEREST

TO THE MEDICAL COMMUNITY AT LARGE.

AND DR. ISLES IS THE FIRST PRESIDENT-ELECT

IN THE FIELD OF FORENSIC PATHOLOGY.

YES, AND THE FIRST WHOSE PATIENTS ARE ALL DEAD.

WELL, WE USED TO BE THE OUTCASTS OF THE MEDICAL COMMUNITY.

NOT LONG AGO, A MEDICAL DEGREE WASN'T EVEN REQUIRED

TO BE CERTIFIED, SO... THIS IS A REALLY BIG DEAL.

AND N.E.M.O. IS VERY LUCKY TO HAVE YOU.

WAIT.

NEMO?

OH, NO RELATION TO THE VENGEFUL SUBMARINE CAPTAIN

WITH A BITTER HATRED FOR BRITISH IMPERIALISM.

WHY IS EVERYONE LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT?

OH, NEMO'S THE LITTLE STRIPED CLOWN FISH.

WITH THE TINY, TINY FIN.

JACK, TELL ME I'M NOT ALONE.

I MIGHT'VE READ IT IN HIGH SCHOOL?

OH, COME ON. WHO CARES?

THIS IS A PARTY, NOT A BOOK REPORT.

TO YOU, MAURA!

CHEERS. CHEERS.

MMM! CAKE!

Maura: AW!

YOU OKAY?

YEAH, I'M FINE. WHY?

YOU JUST DOWNED THAT LIKE SOMEBODY WAS CHASING YOU.

OH. UM... IT'S DELICIOUS.

Susie: OH, WE NEED A CAKE KNIFE.

SCALPELS ARE CLEAN. OH.

Jane: OH, WAIT. WHOA. WHOA.

I AM ALL UP FOR DEAD PEOPLE GETTING PROPS,

BUT I DRAW THE LINE AT AUTOPSY TOOLS.

MA, BACK ME UP ON THIS.

WHOA! WHAT I COULD DO TO A PORK CHOP WITH THESE THINGS.

[ CELL PHONE VIBRATES AND BEEPS ]

RIZZOLI.

MNH.

OKAY, I'LL JUST, UH, TAKE THIS TO THE FRIDGE.

NOT THE MORGUE FRIDGE.

THAT GOES ANYWHERE NEAR A PERSON WITH A TOE TAG, I'LL KNOW IT.

I UNDERSTAND.

I'M WATCHING YOU, CHANG.

THE MORGUE FRIDGE IS

THE ONLY PLACE BIG ENOUGH TO FIT THIS CAKE.

DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES.

OH!

SO CAN I CALL YOU CAPTAIN NEMO OR NOT?

NOT.

WELL, I HAVE TO CALL YOU SOMETHING.

I GOT IT. CAPTAIN MORGAN.

I'M NOT SURE A PIRATE THEME

IS IN LINE WITH THE COMMITTEE'S MISSION.

NO, I'M VERY SURE THEY'RE ANTI-SCURVY.

WHEN KIND OF GRADES DO YOU THINK A PIRATE WOULD MAKE

IN MEDICAL SCHOOL? PLEASE DON'T.

HIGH SEAS.

WHY DIDN'T THE PIRATE GO TO THE MOVIE?

'CAUSE IT WAS RATED ARRRR!

HOW DO I MAKE IT STOP?

YOU CAN'T! I HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN TO THE BOOTY JOKES YET.

SOMEHOW, I'M GONNA MAKE JACK PAY FOR THIS.

YOU GUYS ALL RIGHT?

HE DIDN'T LOOK LIKE A VERY JOLLY ROGER BACK THERE.

I DIDN'T NOTICE. BUT THEN I WAS DISTRACTED.

BY YOUR REFLECTION IN THE SHINY, SHINY PLAQUE? NO, I GET IT.

THANK YOU, BY THE WAY.

I COULDN'T DO THIS WORK WITHOUT YOU.

MY PLEAS-ARRRR.

THAT WAS A STRETCH. WALK THE PLANK.

HEY, WHAT DO WE GOT?

NED DRAKE. 32. MARRIED.

OWNS A CARPET CLEANING BUSINESS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN.

WITNESSES SAW HIM ARGUING WITH ANOTHER DRIVER

RIGHT BEFORE HE DROPPED DEAD.

ROAD RAGE?

EXCEPT NO ONE SAW THE OTHER DRIVER RAISE A GUN.

SIGNIFICANT TISSUE LOSS AROUND THE ENTRANCE WOUND.

WENT CLEAN THROUGH HIM.

WE RECOVER THE BULLET? Frankie: NOT YET.

THE OTHER DRIVER IS JAY CLARK.

HE ADMITS TO STEALING NED'S SPOT, EXCHANGING WORDS,

BUT THAT'S IT.

CLAIMS HE DOESN'T OWN A GUN, SAYS HE'S A PACIFIST.

WE'RE LOOKING FOR PLACES WHERE HE COULD'VE DITCHED THE GUN.

TRASH CANS, STORM DRAINS.

BUT NO ONE HEARD A SHOT EITHER.

SO WITNESSES SAW THE ARGUMENT, THEY SAW HIM DROP DEAD,

BUT NOBODY SAW A GUN OR HEARD A SHOT?

THAT'S WHAT WE HAVE.

WELL, HE IS SHOT, RIGHT, MAURA?

HE WASN'T RUN THROUGH WITH A SPEAR OR SOMETHING?

WELL, I'LL NEED TO AUTOPSY TO CONFIRM THE CAUSE OF DEATH,

BUT THESE WOUNDS ARE CONSISTENT WITH A GUNSHOT, YES.

DRIVE-BY MAYBE? STRAY BULLET? IT'S POSSIBLE.

MAYBE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME?

THEN AGAIN, PEOPLE WILL DO ANYTHING

FOR A GOOD PARKING SPOT.

HEY.

SO WE TRIED TO CALL NED'S WIFE TO NOTIFY HER OF HIS DEATH,

BUT HER CELL PHONE WAS IN HIS CAR.

OH? YEAH.

TURNS OUT SHE FORGOT IT ON HER WAY TO WORK THIS MORNING.

HE WAS BRINGING IT TO HER.

WELL, THAT'S NICE OF HIM.

OH, BUT IF SHE HADN'T FORGOTTEN IT, THEN...

HE WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN THERE.

DID YOU FIND ANYTHING?

WELL, C.S.R.U. HASN'T RECOVERED A BULLET.

UH, BUT THE DIMENSIONS OF THE ENTRANCE AND EXIT WOUNDS

SUGGEST A HIGH VELOCITY, LARGE CALIBER BULLET.

WHAT, LIKE A RIFLE? I CAN'T SPECULATE WHAT IT WAS,

BUT I CAN ELIMINATE THE HANDGUN FAMILY.

WHAT ABOUT A SHOTGUN SLUG?

BULLETS IN A LARGE GAME HUNTING CALIBER

WOULD'VE CAUSED MORE EXTENSIVE DAMAGE.

I CAN'T IMAGINE OUR TRUCK DRIVER WHIPPING OUT A RIFLE

IN THE MIDDLE OF AN ARGUMENT.

AND BASED ON THE ANGLE OF THE WOUND TRACK,

I THINK THAT YOUR PACIFIST TRUCK DRIVER

WAS TELLING THE TRUTH. WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

THE BULLET ENTERED JUST ABOVE HIS HEART

AND EXITED BETWEEN ANTERIOR RIBS FIVE AND SIX.

WHICH MEANS THE BULLET TRAVELED DOWN

INSTEAD OF STRAIGHT THROUGH. WHICH MEANS IT WAS LIKELY FIRED

FROM A POSITION ABOVE STREET LEVEL.

HOW FAR ABOVE?

WELL, KNOWING THE DISTANCE THAT THE BULLET TRAVELED

WOULD ALLOW ME TO DETERMINE THE ANGLE BY DEGREE.

BUT WITHOUT IT, I CAN ONLY SAY

THAT THE SHOT WAS FIRED FROM ABOVE.

SO UNLESS MY TRUCK DRIVER WAS ON STILTS,

I'M OUT OF SUSPECTS.

HEY, THAT'S MINE. GET OUTTA HERE.

NO. IT IS MY SPOT.

OHH!

OKAY, WHEN DID OUR CRIME SCENE BECOME AN IMPROV CLASS?

IF I LOOK THROUGH NED'S EYES, I MAY SEE WHAT WE MISSED.

ALL RIGHT, WELL, TRY TO STAY ALIVE LONG ENOUGH

TO HELP ME TRACK THE SHOT.

LOTS OF WINDOWS.

WELL, THE UNIFORMS ARE GOING DOOR-TO-DOOR.

MAYBE SOMEBODY HAS A PROBLEM WITH NED WE DON'T KNOW ABOUT.

WINDOWS WOULD ALLOW FOR HEIGHT, BUT THEY'RE TOO CLOSE

BASED ON THE ANGLE OF THE WOUND TRACK.

YEAH. THE SHOT WAS FIRED FROM FARTHER AWAY.

CARE FOR A WALK IN THE PARK? OH, I'D LOVE TO.

WAIT.

STREAMERS.

WIND INDICATORS FOR LONG-RANGE HUNTING.

ANY ONE OF THESE TREES

HAS AN UNOBSTRUCTED VIEW OF THE STREET.

THAT'S THE ONE.

CAMOUFLAGE CLIMBING PEGS.

BRANCHES ARE PERFECT FOR A PERCH.

YEAH, AND THE DISTANCE FROM THE STREET

EXPLAINS WHY NO ONE HEARD A SHOT.

IT'S A SNIPER'S NEST.

NED'S DEATH WASN'T AN ACCIDENT. IT WAS A COLD-BLOODED EXECUTION.

ALL RIGHT, THANKS.

C.S.R.U. SAYS THE AREA'S SWEPT CLEAN.

THEY COULDN'T EVEN GET A BOOT PRINT.

PROFESSIONAL. COULD BE.

BUT WHO ORDERS A HIT ON NED?

WELL, JUST BECAUSE IT'S A PROFESSIONAL KILLER

DOESN'T MEAN IT'S A PROFESSIONAL HIT.

NED WASN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE HERE.

PROFESSIONAL KILLER, RANDOM TARGET?

DON'T SAY THE "R" WORD. IT'S BAD FOR MORALE.

UGH. SOMEBODY LIVES HERE.

OR USED TO. UGH.