Rizzoli & Isles

Then the doctors told us

that neither of us was a match for our little boy,

that he would die without a bone-marrow transplant,

- we were in despair. - But the best day of our lives

was when an anonymous donor stepped up and saved our son...

- Don't tell me that was you. - Funny.

We knew we had to be the ones to start M.I.L.E.,

a bone-marrow database that matches strangers through DNA.

But we could only do it with the help from all of you, so thank you.

- All right, let's go. - Man: Excuse me, waiter.

Sorry. I don't work here.

I told you to wear a dress.

I only came because you said the food was gonna be good.

Man #2: Care for some?

Oh, look. More peanuts. No.

Why did you tell me that Wolfgang Puck was catering?

Well, he was supposed to. It was a last-minute decision

to put the money into the charity.

It wouldn't hurt you to be charitable.

I spent eight bucks on the beer. Does that count?

Can we please get something that isn't served in coach?

Okay, I'm on the board of directors. I can't just leave.

- Can I? - Yeah. Who's gonna know?

- Live dangerously. Come on. - Tucker: Dr. Isles.

Thank you for all you've done for M.I.L.E.

Of course. It's an important cause.

This is my colleague, Detective Jane Rizzoli.

- Thanks for attending our event. - Yeah, I should thank you

for sinking that putt on the 18th in the open.

- I won the office pool. - Golf fan, huh? Do you play?

Well, that's not really a fair question

coming from a pro who regularly shoots a 61.

Oh, honey, I think it's time for you

to go work your magic with the platinum table.

Dr. Isles, could I snag you?

Those are all grumpy doctors.

I have a bad feeling they only came for the food.

- Who would do that? - I bet they'd open their wallets

if I introduced them to the chief medical examiner.

I'd be happy to help. Excuse me.

Dr. Isles made such a generous donation to M.I.L.E. this year.

Yeah. Well, that Maura...

she's a giver.

Mm. How about you, Jane? Are you a giver?

What?

Would you excuse us? Can I borrow you for a second, please?

Excuse me.

- What is the matter? - What's the matter?

If we don't get out of here, Taylor Franklin is

gonna help herself to what's left of my bank account.

Well, how much money did you give her?

A thousand bucks. And she wants more.

- Just say no. - I don't want to appear cheap.

Oh, no. Here she comes. Please, can we go?

Oh, no. Come on. I'm having such a nice time.

- Can't you just, like, mingle? - When have you ever seen me mingle?

- Can I get some more peanuts? - We ran out.

Well, let me at least introduce you.

Brad is a charming conversationalist, a post-modern art aficionado,

and a prominent colorectal surgeon.

Wow, I never thought I'd hear the words "charming" and "rectal"

- used in the same sentence. - Oh, stop. Come on. Just join us.

No, and listen to a butt doctor talk about art on an empty stomach?

- No. It's okay. I'm leaving. - Okay. Here. Just take my car.

- You sure? - Yes. I'll catch a cab.

No, I think you'll get a ride home.

4x04 - Killer in High Heels

I can't believe you've seen Hung Liu's work.

Of course. The ... the way she addresses

issues of identity, marginality, sexism, and racism

is ... is awe-inspiring.

It is so refreshing to hear a man talk like this.

You know, female artists are so marginalized.

God, I-I could talk to you all night.

I could talk to you, too.

Oh, it's late. Uh, I should go. I-it's a school night.

Uh, you sure?

Oh. A Chateau de la Valence.

That's ... that's one of my favorites. I'm gonna regret this tomorrow.

- What's tomorrow? - Whatever the coroner's van drags in,

blood work to be reviewed, two trials to prep for.

Thank you.

I'm also hoping to start the identification process

on some human remains we discovered at a construction site.

Oh, I did a rotation in forensic anthropology. I found it fascinating.

Yeah, we've been waiting for all the bones to come in

to make sure we're only dealing with one victim.

- So, it's a homicide? - Open case.

- I really can't talk about it. - I'm sorry.

Tell me about your work.

No, e-even I don't want to talk about my work.

Yours is a lot more interesting.

- Well, cheers to that. - Cheers.

- Salud. - Man: Taxi!

I still think you're wrong about Cindy Sherman.

Okay, okay, I'll give you cindy if you give me Sandy Skoglund.

Deal.

I find it so hard to believe

that you know so much about female artists.

The female that I'd ...

I'd really like to know more about is you.

Man: Taxi.

Oh, no, no. There's no way I'm letting you take a cab.

Come on. I'm just parked around the corner. Come on.

I don't trust valets.

- I don't. Come on. - Thank you.

Jane: Maura! Hey, Maura!

Where's Maura? We've got a homicide.

She's not answering her phone. I have her car.

- What's happening? - Oh, she got home late ... around 5:00 A.M.

Are you working on this case? So grisly.

They found bones at the new mall site.

Too bad. I wanted to shop there. Check this out.

What are you doing?

Maura and I have been watching self-defense videos.

Ooh, I feel so empowered!

I can see why. You're so good at it.

Maybe she went to get some coffee.

Maura.

- Hello? - Hey, Maura. Did I wake you?

Uh... well, let me see.

I'm talking to you on the phone.

Yeah. What happened last night?

I don't know.

I don't know, but my head is killing me.

That's it? What ... there's no scientific explanation

for the common hangover? No lobes? No craniums?

No dehydration? What, nothing?

Ma, can you get her a cup of coffee?

Are you okay?

Ugh. That is ugly.

Oh, come on. He's not even bleeding.

- I meant the car. - There are those that consider

the Chevrolet citation a classic.

Yeah, a classic mistake.

It's one of the 50 worst cars ever made.

- Which means you owned one. - Yeah. So?

That car required more maintenance than any of my wives.

Dr. Isles is wearing what she had on when she left last night.

You can wear the same thing if it's to the walk of shame.

Hey, watch yourself.

- All right, what have we got? - Adult male, mid to late 30s.

Meter maid found him around 7:00 A.M.

Keys are still in the ignition. No drag marks outside the vehicle.

Oh, so, he was killed inside the car.

It looks like he was punched in the throat.

- Maura, what do you think? - Uh, is it bright out here?

Uh, did you guys get an I.D.?

- Not yet. - No.

I ran the plates. Car's registered to a Dorothy MacAllister, deceased.

Her son sold the car for cash last week and didn't get a name.

Open bar at the charity event last night?

I have no idea.

Body's not in full rigor.

Time of death within the last eight hours.

- Maura, what is it? - There's a lot of bruising right there.

- Oh, is that the guy from last night? - Yeah.

When's the last time you saw him?

- Uh... - Jane...

Maura, what is your I.D. badge doing in the victim's car?

I don't know.

Jane: How do we keep this from becoming a media feeding frenzy?

Paddy Doyle's trial is next week.

If I didn't know Dr. Isles, I'd rush to judgment.

"Mob boss's daughter kills her date."

But we know Dr. Isles didn't do it, so maybe someone set her up.

It wouldn't be that hard to steal her I.D. card, put it in his car.

Okay, here's what I need to know. Does she have an alibi?

She can't account for her whereabouts from 1:00 to 5:00 A.M.

But what about witnesses? Did anyone see them together?

Yeah, I saw them together, and so did everybody at that benefit.

Korsak: We've held off talking to them.

- Why's that? - Because it's Dr. Isles, Sean.

- What's she say happened? - She can't remember anything.

Okay. This is as bad as it gets.

We've got to bring her in for questioning.

- What? - How can we investigate her?

We work with her.

Every cop in Massachusetts has worked with her at some point.

- Right now, it's our investigation. - But what about the autopsy?

Well, the Governor assigned that, uh... Dr. Vladimir Popov to the case.

Popov can't find his own ass unless you put his hand on it.

I know.

Well, get ready.

This is gonna be worse than you shooting Paddy Doyle.

Yeah, Governor. Yes, I can hear you, sir.

- I don't know what to do. - We've got to do our job, Jane.

Do we have to do this right now?

Look at her. Something's off.

No, she was out of it this morning, like someone else was in her body.

- Is she a drinker? - No. I mean, wine.

- Maybe somebody slipped a roofie. - Yeah.

Yeah. The victim was a doctor.

Take a tox screen after you interview her.

Why after? Why not do it now?

We have to treat her like anybody else.

I don't like this any better than you do.

We should probably should do a rape kit, too.

- Oh, my god. - Jane, you want me to do the interview?

- No. I'll do it. - Rizzoli, you can't go in there