Rizzoli & Isles

Oh, my god. You scared me.

I almost got it.

We have to protect our future by protecting our children.

Get garbage food out of the lunchroom now.

You tell them, Tom!

- I'm sorry. Was that too loud? - I like your enthusiasm.

I really like Tom MacGregor Jr....

good scottish lad from an old Boston family, politics in his blood.

Holy crap, Ma. I can't even see the table.

- Glitter, Ma? - It's festive.

It's hard to clean up.

What's going on here?

"Maximum depth... 180 feet"? What are you, James Cameron?

Maura. At least he's certified.

I haven't had time to take the course.

So you'll do that before or after your "outback lady walk"?

Ooh.

Are you also in the remake of "Out of Africa"?

Give me that.

Special delivery.

Oh, yeah, just walk right in.

Okay, thanks. Wow, you look hot.

Nice hat. You look hot, too, Jane.

You two ever decide to bat for the other team...

Not on your team.

What is that? Is that a surfboard? What is he doing here?

He's helping me.

Helping you what? Your car's outside.

Sweet, huh?

"You want this dud. "

"This dude," Jane. D- u-d.

Yo, Mrs. Rizz, you look hot.

Stop it, Giovanni, or I'll tell your mother.

No, don't tell my mom.

That's what all this is about,

you buying all this stuff... it's about Hope, isn't it?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, yes, you do. Whenever you get in a crisis,

you get on a first-name basis with the U.P.S. man.

- Maura, it's time to find her. - No.

Only 65% of adopted children seek out their biological parents.

I'm in the other 35%.

35% having an identity crisis.

Rizzoli. Yeah.

Okay. We'll be right there.

Come on. We got a case.

Hey, you can take your vest, 'cause the murder is near Franklin park.

You got a murder in the Franklin park zoo?

Why? You got family there?

- Jane! - You're so funny.

She's so funny. And hot.

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3x05- Throwing Down the Gauntlet

What's there to talk about?

My birth mother was an unwed college student

who was sneaking around with a southie gangster.

So? That's at least interesting.

My birth mother married the neighborhood plumber.

The only sneaking around she did was in filene's basement.

- Paddy Doyle, my father... - In sperm only.

Yeah, who is waiting to be tried for 15 murders,

told Hope that I died at birth.

Help me understand how that could make for a successful reunion.

Don't you want to know anything about her?

- No! - You...

You found her, didn't you?

You did.

You're gonna get the worst case of hives in your life if you lie.

I had her first name, her age,

where she went to college, my birth date...

I couldn't help it.

- Okay, so now what? - I don't know what, okay?

Good morning. What do we have?

White woman, beaten.

Looks like somebody took a blow torch to her hands.

- What, trying to conceal her I.D.? - Don't think so.

Found her driver's license in her back pocket.

- I think Dr. Isles is going in. - She loves dumpster diving.

Celia Jaffe, 27.

Early-bird dumpster diver found her.

So glad I brought my Tyvek suit.

- Oh, shoot. I forgot mine. - Darn. Me too.

Lividity indicates she died sometime after midnight

and was dumped here shortly thereafter.

It's a good thing we got an I.D.

We're not getting any prints off of these.

I'll find out if she has a husband or a boyfriend.

Let's get her photographed, get her out of here.

- What are you doing? - Checking the weather.

What? I said, "checking the weather. "

Okay, okay. Sheesh.

Why aren't you examining the body?

I knew it. The weather? Really?

It's a daily weather forecast...

on her wikipedia page.

Whose page? Oh, my g...

Maura, she looks just like you!

You mean I look like her.

Her name is Hope... Dr. Hope Martin.

Wow. She's kind of famous.

"Dr. Martin founded an international relief agency: M.E.N.D."

Medical emergency network for doctors.

Their mission is to treat women and children who are suffering.

Keep scrolling.

See the forensic pathology residency she did in Sarajevo?

- Yeah. - She's done everything.

So she identifies victims of genocide

and saves women and children around the world... big deal.

You are just as accomplished, Maura.

No, I'm not. Paddy said she was brilliant.

And recently divorced.

She has a daughter... Cailin, 18.

She's been living abroad for the past 20 years.

Okay, Celia Jaffe needs an autopsy. And I need a cause of death, Maura.

Hope even developed a technique

to identify the victims of genocide we're still using today.

Well, it's too bad she's not local. We could use her right about now.

She's probably very curious about you, too.

Why would she be curious? She doesn't even know I exist.

Or maybe she does. How can she not?

She hasn't made any effort to contact me.

Okay, Maura, maybe she saw that

and thinks Paddy was cheating on her and had a kid named Maura.

Or maybe she only reads fancy french newspapers.

Or maybe she hasn't thought of Paddy Doyle in the past 36 years.

Or me.

- Wait a minute. - No, don't.

Oh my g... she's moved back to Boston?

Come on. Maura, I don't believe in coincidences.

This is meant to be.

I'd be turning her world upside down for what?

So she can have you in her life, okay?

Late is a million times better than never.

- Not if it causes her pain. - Look at the pain you're in.

I got a suspect upstairs.

Come on. Do the autopsy, okay? It'll make you feel better.

Come on. Come on. Come on. March.

He won't come upstairs. Says we can talk to him right here.

- All right, let me try. - He's all yours.

Mr. Jaffe, thank you for coming.

Look, if this is about that parking ticket,

what a waste of my tax dollars.

- It's about your wife. - What about Celia?

- We believe she was murdered. - Where were you last night?

Where the hell do you think I was?

Celia! Get over here! Faster!

Shut up. You're gonna wake up the baby.

Oh, now you decide to sleep.

You see that? That's my wife.

A woman was using your I.D., and we found her body.

Oh, my god. Oh, my wallet was stolen last week.

- Your wallet was stolen? - Shh! You will wake the baby.

- Any idea where? - No. I don't know.

It could've been at the mall or when I was going to get coffee.

Going to the mall and getting lattes

while I'm bustin' my ass to support you...

- Shh! You'll wake the baby. - But you didn't report it?

You're driving around with no license? With our insurance rates?

Shut up, or I will arrest you for baby wake-age.

I haven't had time to go get a new one.

Besides, whoever stole it... they sent it back to me in the mail.

See? And... and everything was in it,

- ... except for my driver's license. - That's a good move, Celia.

Yeah? Nice work, Rick.

Come here. It's okay. It's okay.

Oh, my god. I am never having kids.

So, uh, sounds like our victim was pretending to be somebody else.

Mm. And hiding from someone who apparently found her.

So, our victim steals a wallet, returns everything but the I.D.,

assumes a new name, and ends up dead in a dumpster.

Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

- What's the matter? - That's sister Winifred Callahan.

One there.

She's the meanest person I've ever met in my entire life.

I see you hiding out there, Jane Clementine Rizzoli.

Your middle name is Clementine?

- Hello, sister Winifred. - I never would've thought

the girl who broke a cafeteria window with her foot

would be on this side of the law.

I was 7. I was trying to kill a fly.

Remind me what I gave you for comportment?

Um... C- minus.

- What's comportment? - Behavior.

So, um... what brings you here?

"Um"? I have counted two ums in 10 seconds, miss Rizzoli.

It's... Detective Rizzoli.

I guess you don't read the newsletter. Big surprise.

I am here to do the Lord's work.

Wow. Awarded a federal grant

to counsel families of homicide victims.

No kidding. Here?

I really would've preferred Cambridge, but sister Helen-Marie got that grant.

Well, I can't wait to catch up, but I have to go to the morgue.

I'll be holding my breath for your return.

Okay.

They had to bring in "sister bitcher".

"The Lord's work. " Yeah, that's what she said

when she hit me with a ruler because I misspelled "flamboyant. "

Why was the word "flamboyant" on a second-grade spelling test

- ... at a catholic school? - I don't know.