Rizzoli & Isles

What are you doing back? We can't go over this again.

Go home. Get some sleep.

It is so weird watching your mother try to rebound.

Well, taking care of her appearance is a good sign, actually.

She's flirting with everything that moves.

Did she tell you why Cavanaugh broke it off?

- No. - I wish she'd talk about it.

Do you know the average woman ingests

7 pounds of lipstick over a lifetime?

Why do you insist on telling me your disgusting fun facts over food?

It's coffee.

- Hiya, doll! - Hi!

Hallo Detective.

Of all the knuckleheads she's gonna flirt with ...

she has to flirt with Lightning McQueen?

I thought his name was Detective Gibson.

I believe he's part of the auto-theft task force.

That explains why he's so arrogant.

Watch this. Watch.

If you were a car, you'd be a '68 Dodge Charger ...

sleek styling, great street performance.

Hey, Detective. I was, uh, I was just telling your mother

about this, uh, '68 Dodge Charger we recovered.

Really?

I thought you were about to compliment her on her trunk space.

Jane!

Good morning, Lieutenant.

What's good about it?

So... Rich, I guess you'll have your usual.

Angela, how can you know me so well?

Now she's trying to make Cavanaugh jealous?

Jealousy can sometimes be a sign of love or commitment.

It can also be a sign that Lightning McQueen

is about to get his ass kicked.

- So, I'll be seeing you, beautiful. - Okay. Bye, Rich.

- I will call you. - Okay.

Hey, Mrs. Rizzoli, if you're not too busy,

can I get some coffee over here?

Right away, Lieutenant.

- I can't watch any more. - We have to do something.

What? Hide all the plastic knives?

Vanilla.

Just who I was looking for.

- I thought you wanted some coffee. - Uh, never mind.

Hello, Mr. Rondo. Who do we have here?

Reuben, Dania, Trevor.

It's Dawg.

Oh. How do you do, Dawg?

Rondo, aren't we a little old for playdates?

These are all my homies from "off the street."

- Oh. The home for teenagers? - I volunteer there.

- We're "Rondo's rejects." - Mm-hmm.

Um...

Perhaps you'd consider a less pejorative name.

Juveniles often identify with the labels society gives them.

Oh, society didn't name them. They named their own selves.

Hmm.

Um, a reject is a person or thing dismissed as failing to meet standards ...

Maura.

"Pejorative" is a word that expresses contempt or disapproval.

Brought 'em by to meet my heroes... a little impromptu "career day."

Wow. So you guys want to be cops?

No. No way.

They just need a little mentoring.

Maybe you could... take 'em around a little?

I-I could be a mentor, too. Does anybody like cooking?

Cooking!

- Or science? - Science!

Okay, Ma, why don't you give them a doughnut,

and we'll let you be on your way?

Fine by me.

Right? I ain't being mentored by no chick, anyway.

You know, now that I think about it, we love to mentor here.

And we can find a boy Detective, if that's what you'd prefer.

Detective Frost could be your mentor.

And Sergeant Korsak could be your mentor.

If I have to have a mentor,

I'd rather it be someone with an advanced degree.

- I have an M.D. - Okay, I guess.

You got anything to eat?

Okay, Ma, we got to go. We got a case.

All right, come on. I'll make you all breakfast.

Frankie! Come here!

- I need you to do something. - You got a big case?

You see those teenagers over there?

Run their names ... make sure they haven't killed anybody.

You mean the ones standing 6 inches from Ma?

You probably shouldn't let them out of your sight, either.

3x13 - Virtual Love

Where would Luke Skywalker be without Yoda?

Or the Karate Kid without Mr. Miyagi?

Okay, I said I would do it. I'll be a mentor.

Agnodice was the first female gynecologist in ancient Athens.

She was one of mentors.

You mean when you time-traveled back to the 1st century?

3rd century B.C. Marie Curie was also a big influencer of mine.

- Who were your mentors? - Uh, police woman, Kojak...

Oh! Jim Rockford.

What was he cooking?

- Beer. - Beer?

He's a microbrewer. This is his test kitchen.

Victim is Greg Jensen, C.E.O. and brewmaster of Overlord Ale.

- Who found the body? - Jensen's assistant, ruby Burke.

- She found him this morning. - ...and then I came back, and...

She have an alibi?

Yeah, she was in Scandinavia for the last month.

She was selling her boss's Viking-themed beer.

She flew in from Reykjavik this morning.

When was he killed?

He's been dead at least eight hours.

- Sweet poster girl. - No kidding.

- Uh, gentlemen? - Huh?

Do we have any suspects?

Oh, victim's married. Wife's been notified.

Says she was home taking care of their two young kids.

- We're bringing her in. - 2.5-centimeter round hole.

Hmm. That's a very unusual entrance wound.

- What was he stabbed with? - Not a knife.

Are we playing "process of elimination" again?

Yes.

It's not a garbage disposal, cleaver, pitchfork, pinking shears...

Uh, ladies?

Right.

Ah. But this... appears to be a metal rivet.

Maybe it came off the murder weapon.

There's some blood droplets...

...leading into that mill.

I think we just found what's left of our murder weapon.

The trace confirmed that the blood on the stick belonged to Jensen.

You think a sharpened stick could do that kind of damage?

Yeah. Doesn't explain the metal rivet, though.

Hey. Jane.

Oh, my g... Frankie, I'm so sorry.

Oh, no problem.

I've been having a barrel of laughs with your mentees.

Who has mentees?

Um... you.

And you.

Apparently, Maura and Jane volunteered all of us ...

Toured booking, properties.

I was just about to show them how I write a traffic ticket.

This is snore-ville... population, you.

They're all yours.

- Hey. - Hello.

Hi! Please... don't play with that.

Why you got a doll, man?

I was wondering if I could go see the medical examiner,

maybe check out an autopsy?

- Uh... no. - Why not?

'Cause it's not on the itinerary.

- I'm taking A.P. Bio, so ... - Advanced-placement biology?

- Yeah. - What, you think a reject kid can't be smart?

At least reject kids don't play with dolls.

Wait. I bet you call him an action figure, right, bro?

Yes, and if you touch my "action figure" again, I will break your face.

If I could observe an autopsy, it'd count for extra credit.

Okay, fine.

But you need to have your parents sign this liability release waiver.

- No, Dania, your parents got to ... - It's legal. I'm emancipated.

My mom's dead, and my dad's in prison.

If you don't believe me, here are my documents.

Okay. Come on.

W-w-w-w-wait. We want to see dead bodies, too.

Yeah. Better than this bullshit.

Oh, shoot.

I bet you wish you picked the "chick" Detective now.

Sorry, fellas.

Cover him up.

Cover him up, Maura. Cover him up.

- Hi. - You're about to do the "y" incision?

Yes! And do you know why the "y," Dania?

To facilitate the removal of the breastplate.

- Go ahead. Do it. - Uh... no.

Our release form doesn't cover slicing and dicing.

You said I could check out an autopsy.

I didn't say which part.

Okay, so, the first thing that I do is examine the body.

Does your release form cover gloves?

Yes.

All right. Do you notice anything?

His leg's a little swollen, but I don't see an injury.

You're very observant.

You think it could be deep-vein thrombosis?

I read about this war correspondent

who died from sitting in one place for too long.

Better be careful, Maura. I think we found your replacement.

Can I see the wound?

- What kind of weapon did that? - I'm not sure.

But the ragged wound edges suggest some kind of a barbed blade.

Detective, can you help me turn him on his side?

Yeah, sure.

Okay.

There we go.

We'll take a closer look with the fluoroscope.

Huh.

There's something lodged near T-8.

Looks like some kind of spear tip.

It looks like an iron krokspjot.

Aha! Just as I suspected ... a crockpot.

Krokspjots like this were used during the Viking era.