Rizzoli & Isles

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...

Woman: 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.

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.

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.

Korsak: 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. 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.