Title: The Unspoken past.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Rizzoli & Isles.
Summary: As Rizzoli and Isles are working on a case, Maura's husband is back from her past. And he's going to change their relationship.
Warning: Please, be kind, English is not my first language. Spelling and grammar revisions are welcome.
The Unspoken past.
A bright new day has just started. Rizzoli joins Isles at the morgue for a quick good morning coffee.
RIZZOLI: Hi… The sun has been outside for a while now.
ISLES yawning: Really?
RIZZOLI: Night of fun, uh?
ISLES: Mmh.
RIZZOLI: Oh. A new one?
ISLES: An old one.
RIZZOLI: That's not good. Move forward. Always. The unexpected is out there.
The mobile rings.
RIZZOLI: Rizzoli. Ok. Coming.
RIZZOLI to Isles: I like you better when you're awake. See you there.
Rizzoli leaves the room.
ISLES: See you where?
Murder scene. A blonde female on the floor of her house.
KORSAK: She's French, Amélie Lubet, 32. No signs of violation in the apartment. No blood around. Where is doctor Isle?
RIZZOLI: On the way I guess. Was she a model?
KORSAK: Still to check her job. Not every French is a model.
RIZZOLI: She's beautiful. She must have been a model. Look at her pictures on the wall.
KORSAK: You're right. They're all autographed by "Rich". I'll ask Frost to find out more.
Doctor Isles makes her appearance as they are going out the opposite way.
RIZZOLI with a glance: Hey. Missed you.
ISLES: Sorry.
RIZZOLI: There's the body to speak with. I think you both need a long talk this time.
ISLES: Is that bad?
RIZZOLI from the corridor: You tell me!
ISLES: Why you're always in a hurry?
Doctor Isles is working on her computer. The young woman's corpse is on the table behind her. Rizzoli arrives as usual.
RIZZOLI: Hey, sleepy. What is my model saying?
ISLES: "Your" model is telling me she had cancer. A bad fibrous histiocytoma of bones. Secondary stadium. But she wasn't in treatment: no chemotherapy, no radiation, not even vaccine. I can't tell if she was aware of that, she's not registered in the NHS.
RIZZOLI: Did she die for cancer?
ISLES: No. Heart attack.
RIZZOLI: How is that possible?
ISLES: It is definitely not common. We have a 0,8% possibilities to have an heart attack on a young woman on her fertile age, even in her condition. The fact leads us to think that something caused her the cardiac arrest.
RIZZOLI: Poison?
ISLES: I still need time for testing that.
RIZZOLI: Ok, it might be poison.
ISLES: Don't assume it too easily.
RIZZOLI: So…can I assume how your night was instead?
ISLES: Either.
RIZZOLI: Well, it is quite unusual for you to be late on a crime scene…so, I can assume his blood pressure was good, his oxygen measurement were fine…
ISLES: You can't really measure oxygen on a date, but your medical approach is interesting though.
RIZZOLI: C'mon Maura, who is he?
PAUSE
ISLES: My husband.
PAUSE
RIZZOLI: You're kidding me.
FADE TO BLACK
RIZZOLI: You have a husband! You. Husband! When were you supposed to tell me? At your first grandson's graduation?
ISLES: Jane…
RIZZOLI: I care about you, we've been spending most of the time together. My mum leaves with you, which is actually a sign of sharing for my standard, and you didn't find one minute of your classy busy life to tell me you - are - married.
ISLES: I'm sorry…
RIZZOLI: You're not sorry. You're going to be sorry as soon as I'm passing that door, because nothing's gonna be the same.
ISLES: Jane, let me explain…
RIZZOLI: What? Wasn't I enough close to you? What am I? I kind of puppy you have around as a fluffy distraction? Is Bass coming first?
ISLES: C'mon, Jane…
PAUSE
RIZZOLI: I thought we had something.
PAUSE. Rizzoli and Isles look at each other. Rizzoli leaves the morgue.
Morning after in the Boston Police main entrance.
ISLES: Frankie? Did you see Jane? She's not answering the phone.
FRANKIE: Hi Maura. I think she's coming now, we have a meeting in few minutes.
ISLES: Please, tell her we need to talk.
FRANKIE: I will.
KORSAK: Boy, "we" have a meeting. I got a better job for you.
FRANKIE: See you, Maura.
As Maura stands at the main entrance, Jane passes her by.
ISLES: Hey, Jane…
RIZZOLI: Doctor Isles…
ISLES: Jane, we need to talk.
RIZZOLI still walking: See you around. I got a meeting on the model's case.
FADE TO BLACK
Jane's office. Jane, Korsak and Frost are updating details about the case.
FROST: Amélie Lubet wasn't a professional model but she posed several times for a famous photographer, Rich Moses. Most of her portraits have numbered copies and have been published on his personal site. He's having an exhibition opening in few days.
RIZZOLI: I think we should go to his studio and speak to him first.
KORSAK: And talk to doctor Isles about the poison that stopped her heart, second.
RIZZOLI: Ok… Let's go.
Rich Moses's studio. The photographer is discussing with a young guy about some pictures on a table. Rizzoli and Forbes walk towards them.
RIZZOLI: Boston Homicide. We are looking for mister Rich Moses.
MOSES: Hello mad'm, I'm Rich.
Rizzoli slightly grumbles at him.
FROST showing him Amélie's picture: Mr Moses, we know you took this pictures of Amélie Lubet.
MOSES: Yes. Is that a crime?
FROST: We found her dead in her apartment.
RIZZOLI: Did you know she suffers from cancer?
MOSES: Yes. She told me some weeks ago. She was devastated and scared and we talked a lot. We were good friends, after all.
RIZZOLI: After…
MOSES: She was my wife. Ex-wife. We got divorced in France four years ago.
Rizzoli and Frost walk out of the studio.
RIZZOLI: What's the point of all these people getting married? It doesn't work, so please stop marring yourself!
FROST: Are you upset?
RIZZOLI: I'm fine.
FROST: Got it. You're finally looking for a good husband, but you can't see yourself in white.
RIZZOLI: You better stop or you'll see yourself in purple.
At the morgue. Maura is watching the analysis' results, as Jane come in. Maura can feel Jane's movements behind her shoulders.
ISLES: Guess what… Amélie had a natural poison in her veins.
RIZZOLI: Maura…
ISLES: It can be extracted from the Datura Candida, which is a beautiful plant, but – turning and facing Jane – can't grow in Boston.
RIZZOLI: I'm sorry.
ISLES: You better.
RIZZOLI: I was mad.
ISLES: Yes.
RIZZOLI: I was…rude.
ISLES: Evaluating it from a scientific point of view, you overreacted.
RIZZOLI: I did not overreact!
ISLES: Yes you did.
RIZZOLI: I didn't!
ISLES: I can feel you are overreacting now.
RIZZOLI: C'mon!
ISLES: And I love it.
PAUSE
ISLES: I love the way you care about me.
PAUSE
ISLES: Ron and I have been married for few months, more than 8 years ago. One night he came home altered beyond any recognition. He almost scared me. I asked him to leave because I didn't want a man I could not look at. He started shouting and all of a sudden he accidentally hit me on the head.
RIZZOLI: I'm gonna kill this guy with my own hands.
ISLES: You see? I saved you from jail.
RIZZOLI: So why did you spend the whole night together?
ISLES: Since we're still legally married we need to get a proper divorce. He came to let me sign the papers because I haven't seen him from that night.
PAUSE
RIZZOLI: Maura…
ISLES: You were right. I should have told you a long time ago.
RIZZOLI: You are not supposed to tell me everything, y'know...
ISLES: I'm not, but I want to. I realized how much you care when you got furious.
RIZZOLI: I wasn't furious, I was…
ISLES getting closer: Beautiful.
RIZZOLI: Really?
ISLES: Passionate.
Getting even closer to Jane.
ISLES: And jealous.
RIZZOLI: I… I'm …
ISLES: I love that.
PAUSE.
ISLES: I can tell your blood pressure is getting higher.
RIZZOLI: What? (whispering) Are you gonna testing me right now?
ISLES: I wish you let me.
Rizzoli's phone rings. She answers the call without moving her eyes from Maura's.
RIZZOLI: Rizzoli. (Her voice goes deeper) Ah-a. Ok.
Jane moves slowly her hand on Maura's arm, up to the shoulder.
RIZZOLI: Not now. Coming later.
FADE TO BLACK
FROST: Is she ill or something?
KORSAK: She might be busy.
FROST: She's never busy when we have such information on a case. Shall we go without her?
KORSAK: I know we're gonna regret it.
Frost and Korsak are about to leave when they bump into Jane at the elevators.
RIZZOLI smiling: Hey. So sweet you both waited for me. Where we're up to?
KORSAK: Logan International Airport.
Jane's apartment. She's putting a nice ultramarine blue shirt on and quickly looks at herself on the mirror as she hears the door knocking. She hides some clothes to the other room with a kind of baseball pitching then she opens the door. Maura's smile and astonishing outfit reveal behind it. She's carrying a bottle of red wine.
RIZZOLI: Hey…
ISLES: Hi.
RIZZOLI: You're in advance.
ISLES: I couldn't wait to know how you solved the case.
RIZZOLI: Well, apparently Amélie carried the plant herself from Paris. We had a report from the custom agents at the airport. She committed suicide as she didn't want to be cured. Her doctor confirmed that she signed a non treatment statement last week.
ISLES: I supposed that. There was no way she could assume the poison but eating it herself.
RIZZOLI: Do you want to sit? I'll open the wine.
ISLES: Thank you.
RIZZOLI brings the bottle and almost drops it: Shit….
RIZZOLI: Y'know….you impressed me yesterday. I mean, you're always impressive and…
ISLES: Are you saying that I was appalling?
RIZZOLI: No! Of course not!
RIZZOLI putting down the bottle and getting close to Maura: I'm saying that you touched all my vibes at once.
ISLES: And …was it good?
RIZZOLI: It was wonderful.
PAUSE.
RIZZOLI : And revealing.
ISLES: And would you forgive me?
RIZZOLI: Yes.
ISLES: And would you stop being nervous tonight?
RIZZOLI laughing: Yes.
ISLES: And would we stop talking? Because I want your touch on my shoulder again, before drinking the wine.
FADE TO BLACK.