Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 3, Episode 9 - Home Town Glory - full transcript

[ Brakes squeal ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Vial cracks ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Groans ]

[ Gunshot ]
[ Grunting ]

Oh. Oh, God.
Oh, oh, no!

Oh, God. Please.

[ Gunshot ]
[ Screams ]

Man:
You have to do it.

[ Gunshot ]



No, no!

I cannot believe I let you
talk me into wearing heels...

And buying a purse.

A convertible satchel.

[ Mumbles ]

Maura, is there something
you want to tell me?

Angela.

My mother's too old
to have a baby.

I'm a very young grandmother,
though.

You don't have
a grandchild.

I'm throwing
a little baby shower for Lydia.

Lydia?
Lydia?

I hope it's okay.

No,
that's not okay.



I'm not asking you.

Uh...

Sure, yeah.
[ Chuckles ]

What?

Jane, come help me
put this swing together.

And, you know,

all your girlfriends
who have children

gave me all
their used baby stuff.

Ma, Lydia's a stranger,
okay?

She ran into your car.

The only thing
you know about her

is that
she's a bad driver.

She needs help.
She's a sweet girl.

Her mother
should be doing this.

She was raised by a single
mother, and she's just...

Not reliable.

Why are you lowering
your voice?

What,
is she in the guest house?

Where
is she registered?

"Where is she registered?"
Moochers "r" us.

Lydia: Angela?

Oh, no.
She can't come in here now.

Hello, Lydia!

Hi. I... I was wondering
if you could do...

wondering what?

Oh. Sorry.
I was just leaving.

Hmm. Jane Rizzoli.

Met you when you were
passed out on Maura's couch.

Oh. Right.

I remember you two.

[ Chuckles ]
Hi.

Is your gestational diabetes
under control?

I guess... I mean, except
when my sugars are high or low.

I mean, when they're
out of whack, I get, like,

moody and stuff, sweat and dizzy.
[ Cellphones rings ]

Love to hear more.
[ Chuckles ] Work.

Rizzoli.
Dr. Isles.

All right, I'm on my way. Yes,
I'll be there as soon as I can.

That is so sad that people
have to get murdered.

Yes, it is.

Well, off to work.

I'm going to work, too.

Yeah,
Lydia got a big job

at the penny saver
discount bazaar.

Yeah, I'm, like,
an assistant to, like,

this
cashier-in-training.

Wow, like, this big.
Congrats.

[ Chuckles ]

Come on.

you know, this business
with Lydia has got to stop.

Then let's tell
your mother.

Oh, yeah, let's tell my mother
that the bun in Lydia's oven

was either put there by my
father or my brother, Tommy.

Jane, have you heard?

No, what?
What's wrong with Frankie?

The victim
was a friend of his.

What?
Who? Who is it?

It's Shane.

Shane Finnegan?

[ Voice breaking ]
It's Shane.

He's a leader
of a pretty famous boy band...

the channel street boys.

Frankie grew up with him.

Oh, no.

[ Police radio chatter ]

How many times
was he shot?

Shooter fired five times,
hit him four times.

Entry wounds in each thigh...
right shoulder and forehead.

Fifth bullet was fired
into the ground.

Copper shrapnel embedded
in the zygomatic arch

and orbital margin.

Copper shards
are from the bullets' casing.

What the hell was he doing down
here in the combat zone?

Might have been down here
to score drugs.

No way.

[ Sighs ]

Maura,
the sores on his lips...

could those be
from a crack pipe?

I'll have to take
tissue samples.

Come on, Frankie,
he was using again.

He was clean.
He went through rehab.

He wouldn't be the first
to fall out of rehab.

Okay, all right.

Look, you should not
be working this case.

Oh, I have to.

Then... Go search the perimeter,
all right?

Go look for the gun.
Go on.

Come on, bud.
Come on, I'll go with you.

Poor Frankie.

He's never lost
anybody close to him before.

I think this could be cocaine
hydrochloride in a freebase form.

Somebody shot him four times
over crack?

First two shots
came from there.

Two shots to the legs...
shooter didn't want him running.

Who does that belong to?

Registered to Shane.

Maybe he drove a crappy car down
here so he wasn't recognized?

Yeah.

All right, let's get it
back to headquarters,

get it processed.

Thanks.

God, what a shame.
God.

I'm so sorry, Jane.

All right, uh...
[ Sighs ]

I got to go break it
to his brothers

before they read about it
on Twitter, tell mom.

God... she loved that kid.

♪ Under the 4th street bridge♪

♪ I hear myself sing your name ♪

♪ you will never know this ♪

♪ still, I do it all the same ♪

♪ I'm just
your kid brother's boy ♪

♪ oh ♪
♪ you hardly know I exist ♪

♪ when I close my eyes,
it's your lips that I kiss ♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

Shane, uh...
Shane was a star.

Channel street boys are never
gonna ride like that again.

I'm so sorry.

Thanks, Jane.

Where were you
after the concert?

Uh, doing a live Webcast
for the fans.

It was our last show
before the world tour.

Maybe you could show us.

Yo! Yo, yo! What up, southies!

So, Shane... he never showed up
to this live Webcast?

No.

We waited for him,
but then we had to start.

It's time-stamped... this was
right after the concert?

Yeah.

Any idea why your brother
never showed up?

When he's using,
that's all he can think about.

The band stops mattering.
We... we stop mattering.

And then we find him

and peel him off
some crackhead's floor.

You think somebody
killed him over drugs?

We'll know more when we get
the tox screen back.

When was the last time
you saw your father?

[ Chuckles ]

You know,
it's been a while.

Their father, Ryan Finnegan,
was their manager.

Yeah,
that is a nice way of saying

that that abusive bastard
made us sing for our supper.

Liam:
Stole all our money

until we were old enough
to get him thrown in jail.

That... Was the last time
we saw dad.

You think he had
something to do with this?

Maybe.

Okay.
I'm sorry, guys.

Come here.

I'm glad it's you
doing this.

Get whoever did this,
okay, Jane?

I will.

[ Door opens, closes ]

♪ Ye♪h

♪ the most beautiful girl
in the world♪d

♪ ye♪h

♪ she's right here
from south♪e

yeah, yeah ♪

♪ she's pure Boston beauty ♪

♪ ooh-ooh ♪

♪ a little bit tough ♪
I love that song.

Sorry.

♪ Ooh, ooh, o♪h

I'd never heard
of channel street boys before.

[ Music stops ]

How's your mother?

Bawling.

[ Sighs ]
I'm so sorry.

Yeah. Me too.

Well,
what'd you find?

Well,
he has a very pretty face.

Teen idols often have
these symmetrical features

and, um,
distinguished brow.

Yeah, he was even prettier
in life.

He was
so sweet and soulful.

There are fibers
embedded in the shrapnel wounds.

Maybe from the hoodie?

I have to run some tests. Run
some tests, right. Okay.

His father made him
the meal ticket of the family.

They went from a cold-water flat
to stardom

[snaps] Just like that.

Did Frankie and Shane
stay friends?

No.

I mean,
Frankie would, you know,

see him whenever the band
played in Boston,

but I think Frankie
knew Shane was into drugs, so...

Hmm, probably
a dopamine dysfunction.

It's associated with
substance-related disorders,

particularly with people
who become celebrities

as children or teenagers.

I thought fame
was the drug.

Tox screen results
are back.

Thanks.

Hmm.
What's the "hmm" for?

Shane didn't have any drugs
in his system.

Well, that's probably why he was
down there buying more crack.

No, I had susie
take hair samples.

He hasn't had drugs in his
system for at least six months.

Well, that doesn't
make any sense.

Then what was he doing
down there?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Jane: Oh, ma.

[ Sniffles, sighs ]

Why isn't Frankie back yet?

He's still at the crime scene
looking for the gun.

Well, at least he has
something to do.

Yeah.

Why, honey?

Why would someone
kill Shane?

We don't know, ma.

You know, his brothers told me
that you were the girl

in their song,
"pure Boston beauty."

What? Me?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, Shane had
the biggest crush on you.

He was like my little brother.
[ Chuckles ]

You told him once
he could sing, remember?

[ Chuckling ] Yeah.

Frankie and him
wanted to start a band.

[ Chuckles ] Good thing
Frankie kept his day job.

Oh. [ Chuckles ]
[ Cellphone vibrates ]

Anything?
I got to go.

They just brought
Shane's car in.

Hey, will you come
to Lydia's shower?

Oh, come on, ma.
That's so not fair.

Life is short. Please.

She needs the influence
of strong women.

I don't know...

It would make me so happy
if you came.

You know, I'm gonna text her
and tell her that you're coming.

What? No, ma! Excuse me.
Can we get some help?

One sec.

Could you just finish
this text to Lydia?

I'm not seeing
any blood.

We will
if we don't talk to Lydia.

Well, how are we going to
get her alone?

We're meeting her at
the dirty robber in two hours.

What do you mean "we"?

I sent her a text
from ma's phone,

and she thinks
ma's gonna be there.

You did what?!
Shh!

I can't
be a part of this.

Oh, you are so a part of this.
Where is she registered?

I was trying to be polite.

Okay, well, you be "polite" cop,
and I'll be.

"I'll beat your face in
if you tell my mother

"you slept with her husband
and her son" cop.

Okay?
[ Clears throat ]

Found something.

That's
Shane's backstage pass.

Found his car keys, too.
That's weird.

Well... Frost,
pop the trunk.

Ooh,
nice piece of luggage.

Now, why would he leave
his cellphone?

More on the death of Shane Finnegan,

whose body was found in an area
known for drug transactions.

Sources say
the troubled singer,

who shot to stardom
with his brothers,

struggled with addiction
to crack cocaine...

Poor Shane.
He can't even die in peace.

All five shell casings
came from the same weapon.

[ Sighs ] Would be nice
to find that gun.

Any luck tracking down their father?
Nope.

Ryan Finnegan did his time,
did his probation.

Last address
was a halfway house...

no credit cards,
no driver's license, nothing.

Oh, hey, look.
Here comes inspector gadget.

Ha ha.

What are you doing? He's
opening a Radioshack.

I'm working
on Shane's cellphone.

You found
Shane's last text message.

Yeah, but it was to

an unregistered
pay-as-you-go phone.

So, what does it say?
I don't know yet.

This phone's
really sophisticated.

It's a 3-d block array
with non-pattern rotation.

Why does a boy-band star
need military-spec security?

Wow. I'm impressed.

I read...

Tom Clancy novels.
[ Chuckles ]

Tom does his research.

Well, with the tabloids hacking
into celebrity cellphones

these days, it makes sense.

So, push your decrypter button,
inspector.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Cracks knuckles ]
Here goes...

[ Beeping ]

Yes.

[ Beeping ]

That doesn't look good.
That did not just happen.

Maybe if I back-fish
the instruction set.

Maybe you should have backed it up
before you started playing with it.

[ Beeping ]
[ Clears throat ]

Shane embedded
a self-destruct worm

in the phone's base code.

That doesn't sound good.

The phone's programmed
to wipe out its memory

if anyone attempts
to access it.

But you can retrieve
Shane's last text, right?

No.

No,
it's gone... Forever.

Come on, Maura, think.

There's got to be a way
to get those texts back.

I told you...
there isn't.

Would you like some quinoa,
kale, and yam?

Sure, when I'm a contestant
on "survivor."

Oh, thank goodness.

Look, Frankie brought us
some mad dog 20/20

to go with our yams.

[ Breathless ]
I found it.

You found the gun!
Yeah.

It was in a storm drain
a block and a half north.

It's only like a mile and a
half, so I thought I'd just run.

Frankie, this is huge.
[ Straining ] Yeah.

Oh, you know, you're... you're
sweating all over Maura's stuff.

Oh, sorry. All right, take that
straight to the crime lab,

okay, and fill out the paperwork.
Okay.

Nice job.

Yeah.

That's great.

Oh, my... oh, crap.
Come on.

"Come on" where?

We... we got to go
face the Lydia music.

Oh, come on... you know,
I don't like confrontations.

That's why
you're the good cop.

Oh, right, and you're
the "beat your face in" cop.

Correct.

[ Fingers tapping ]

Look at that...
punctual, too.

Pregnancy brain...
a woman's brain-cell volume

decreases
in the third trimester.

Well, Lydia can't really afford
to lose any more brain cells.

You know what the scariest part
is about Lydia and my father?

Imagining them having sex?
No!

[ Chuckles ]

Trying to figure out
what it is he saw in her.

Well, studies show
that many men

prefer to date
less intelligent women.

But why?

Well, you and I
have our own lives, big jobs.

You know, we don't make men
our priority,

but women like Lydia do.

[ Humming ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

I ran out of gas
on Sudbury street.

[ Chuckles ]
What, you walked?

Uh-huh. Can I sit down?
Oh, my feet are killing me.

Right here.

Okay.
[ Groans ]

So,
where's your mom?

Drink some water.

Dehydration isn't good for
pregnant women. Okay.

[ Chuckles ]
Neither is being a slut.

[ Thud ]
Ow.

[ Clears throat ]

Oh, I don't like ice...
too cold.

Yes... Ice is cold.

Uh, Lydia, listen...

okay, the reason that
we wanted to talk to you...

I don't know.

We haven't told you
yet.

I don't know
who the father is.

I mean, is that
why you wanted to talk to me?

[ Chuckles ]

But it's either your father's
baby or Tommy's, so...

Oh, my God.

I...Thought you knew.

You thought I knew?
Well, Jane, you did know.

I did not know. I do not know...
how do you not know?

Well, me and Tommy were
just having fun, hanging out

and then he introduced me
to Frank

and, I mean,
Frank was so nice...

okay, can you
just please get to the part

where you know which one...
Did that.

Well,
that's just it...

[ Voice breaking ]
I... I don't know.

Of course you don't.

I have to come clean
with Angela.

No!
No!

She's the nicest,
best mother ever.

That's why
I wanted to bump into her.

What, you meant
to rear-end her car?

Oh, no, that part
was just an accident.

But Frank said...

please
stop calling him "Frank."

Well, your dad said...
go back to "Frank."

Um, well, he said
that Angela was the best mom.

I want to learn from her.

Learn what?
Frank left her.

He left me, too...

[ Voice breaking ] ...When
I told him I was pregnant.

[ Sniffling ]

Here you go.
Here you go.

Thank you.
[ Blows nose ]

Well, I should go.

I have to get lamaze.
[ Chuckles ]

Wait, you can't go
to birthing classes by yourself.

I'm gonna drive you.
[ Chuckles ]

Okay, well, have fun. Breath deep,
in and out, all right. Okay.

Bye-bye.

Jane.
What?!

Oh, no, Maura.
I am not going.

Woman: To distract your partner
from pain,

talk about one of the best
moments of your lives together.

So, Lydia,
what do you like to do?

Oh, you mean,
like, hobbies?

Mm-hmm.

Well,
I don't really have any.

Take your mind to a beautiful
and peaceful place.

Well,
where do you like to go?

The beach?
The mountains?

The mall!

I like the one in Wrentham...
no sales tax.

Fine. Um, let's pretend
you're in Wrentham.

[ Chuckles ]

What am I doing?

[ Clears throat ]

Lydia, um, have you thought
about, you know, getting...

getting some tests done
to figure out who the father is?

No,
it's not important.

Uh, I mean,
I think it's good to know.

I don't. Woman: Visualize
that happy place.

[ Breathes deeply ]

Cool. I'm at the mall.
I'm in hotdog haven.

[ Laughing ]
I love their outfits.

[ Chuckling ] Yes.

Yes, the bright colorful ones
with the hats,

like "cat in the hat."
Mm-hmm.

That's cute.
Maura.

Woman:
And now a contraction begins.

Sit behind your partner
and massage her back.

[ Chuckles ]

You know, um,
after the baby is born,

you could... you could have
a paternity test.

No.

I want to do
a water birth.

[ Breathes sharply ]

Okay, listen to me.

I don't want you
telling my mother what you did.

It could really hurt her,
all right?

Um, can you massage me
just a little bit lower?

But [Sighs] I don't feel
it's right not to tell her.

What,
now you got a conscience

after you slept
with half my family?

Lydia.
Hmm?

Think.

No, Lydia,
don't strain yourself.

I don't want my mother to know
about this, all right?

Okay.

Okay,
I won't tell her.

Did you sleep here?

I didn't sleep.

What are you hiding?

You can see
when Jane gets here.

Look what I found
in my closet.

Shane even signed it.

Guess what I found.

Shane's last text.

You found it 'cause you lost it.
Shut up.

I thought the phone's memory
was destroyed.

It was, but they had cameras
shooting the entire concert.

I went through
all the footage.

Shane's last text...

Frost, you're a genius.

A genius wouldn't have killed
the phone in the first place.

Are you ever gonna
let me live this down?

Hell, no.

Okay.

If I enhance the image...

"I'm free. Let's do it."

It sounds
like a booty call.

Texting for booty?
Technology is killing romance.

Well, if you learned
how to text,

you might have a little more
luck with your booty calls.

I can show you how.

All Shane would have found
in the combat zone

is prostitutes.

I guess it's possible...

Unless he didn't want to
be recognized.

Maybe he was meeting someone in
one of those motels down there.

They're pretty sleazy.
[ Cellphone vibrates ]

Half-day rates for druggies
and working girls.

[ Scoffs ]

Maura's got something.

Come on, frost.
Jane may be onto something.

Let's go shake down
some motel managers...

see what falls out.

There are no prints
on the weapon,

but there was a minute
concentration of dried blood

on the upper-back area
of the grip.

Wow.

Okay,
so it's amateur hour.

Meaning? Uh, it's a
classic newbie injury.

I saw it a couple times
at the academy.

If you use an improper grip,

the slide will slice
that flap of skin

right between your thumb
and your trigger finger.

The interdigital webbing.

We used to call it
a "wenis."

I like that... wenis.

Hard to forget
since it rhymes with pe...

Maura.

Oh, thank you,
senior criminalist Chang.

We'll take it from here.

So, can you run the DNA panels
on the "wenis blood"

as fast as possible,
doctor?

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Frost.

Jane, do you know if Shane knew
anyone named Jamie Rellis?

Jamie Rellis?

Yeah, that's a character
in "friends with benefits."

Why are you talking
about romantic comedies

with detective frost?
Must be a pseudonym.

Shh! Someone checked herself
into the hancock street motel

right before Shane's concert,

hasn't been out of the room
since.

We're about to go in.

How long
has that sign been up?

Man:
I don't know.

Open the door.

I shouldn't be doing this,
you...

now.

[ Sighs ]

[ Beep ]

There's someone
on the bed.

Miss?

Clear.

Better get Dr. Isles
down here.

This one's not coming back.

Frost:
It's Gia Lemond.

What,
the famous pop singer?

She can't be that famous.
I've never heard of her.

Her upper and lower lip
have second-degree burns.

From a crack pipe...
looks like an overdose.

Well, let's not leap
to conclusions, sergeant.

Yes, sergeant,
please, stop the leaping.

I'm looking at
some online gossip sites.

Gia and Shane knew each other...
same rehab program.

I think I know why Gia
offed herself with a crack pipe.

Again, we don't know if this is
an overdose or a suicide.

What? Gia and Shane
were lovers?

Dr. Isles,
you just leapt to a conclusion.

I did not.

"Gia and Shane were lovers?"...
Question mark.

I'll go round up the security
footage from outside the motel.

You probably need some help.
Jane: Oh, come on.

You guys aren't afraid

of a little female
towel-snapping, are you?

Oh, yes, we are.

[ Chuckles ]

Maybe Gia and Shane
were crack buddies, you know?

That would explain what Shane
was doing in the combat zone.

Hey, got something...

that's T.K. "The killer" Womack
and his posse.

Right outside the motel
where we found Gia.

Down the street
from where Shane was murdered.

T.K. Is a music manager.

He managed
both Gia and Shane's band.

What if Gia and Shane
were meeting at the motel

to smoke crack?

T.K. Follows them...
after all,

he can't make any money
if his stars are crackheads.

Yeah.
Look at this...

t.K. Goes in the motel
at 12:15,

and he comes
out at 12:30.

Let's bring him in,

check his DNA against the blood
on the gun slide.

[ Groans ]

Let me know when you got him.
Where you going?

I got to stop a snitch
from squealing.

[ Grunting ]

I hope Jane comes.

That's her favorite food.

Hmm, she likes
bacon chocolate?

Yeah. I hope we get to play
some baby-shower games.

[ Chuckles ]

Well, how many people
are coming?

You, uh, me, Lydia,
and Jane... I hope.

So, four total.
Mm-hmm.

[ Door opens ]
Jane.

Hello.

Look who I found.

[ Chuckles ] Ah,
you have no idea how much

I needed to welcome this baby
into the world right now.

Honey,
what's the matter?

[ Voice breaking ]
My baby won't have a daddy.

Oh, you're better off
without that creep.

He dumped you
because you're pregnant.

He dumped me when I told him
the baby might be Tommy's.

What?

Tommy? Tommy who?

Uh... Tommy Rizzoli.

[ Gasps ]

You're carrying
Tommy's baby?

Oh, no.

Uh, ma...

Frank dumped me.

Frank Rizzoli?
Frank Rizzoli, my husband?

Oh, God. Ma...

Did you know?
Just let me explain...

explain what?
That you lied to me?

We simply avoided referencing
a specific set of facts.

You knew, too?

That was my husband.

He was
the father of my children,

and you come into my house,
into my family,

and you ask me for my help
after all you've done?

I'm sorry.

Ma, listen.

Ma, please.
Ma, listen to me, okay?

Dad did a terrible thing,
okay?

I just... I didn't know
how to tell you.

I didn't know how to tell you.
I'm so sorry.

I was, uh, Mrs. Rizzoli
for 35 years.

I...I was Frank's wife,
and...

And now...
I'm not anybody anymore.

No, come on.
Don't touch me!

Ma, please.
Ma, please!

[ Door slams ]

Is this
where your mother lives?

Lydia: Yeah.

Great. Let's get your stuff
out of the car.

I'm sorry
if I caused any trouble.

If you caused
any trouble?

I had no idea how roomy this
cargo area is, did you, Jane?

Yeah, the backseat's
really comfortable, too.

Oh, good.

Yeah, fantastic. Where do you
want all these gifts?

Um...

Do you have the baby's room
set up?

[ Door opens ]

[ Sighs ]

I want to know
if there's indoor plumbing.

Is that you, Lydia?

Yeah. Hi, mom.

What are you doing here?
I rented out your room.

Can I have it back?

You're gonna have to share it
with jed.

Okay. Who's jed?

No wonder she preferred
my mother.

Oh, Jane.

Oh, what, Maura? What, huh?
What are you gonna do?

You're gonna go share your room
with Lydia and jed,

dump on my mother
some more?

No, Lydia's made her grown-up choices.
[ Cellphone vibrates ]

And I got to go. Frost and
Korsak are talking to a suspect.

Oh! Don't throw it!

Okay, I got it.
I got it, I got it.

Korsak:
Know anything about this?

I had business with Gia.

We talked, I left, and the bitch
must have killed herself.

Frost:
You were her manager.

And how'd you feel
about her smoking crack?

It was pretty stupid,
but it was her life.

Look at her.

Must have bugged you to see
Shane go in to smoke with Gia.

He'd been clean.
What'd you do?

Shoot him in the legs
so you could talk to him?

Blast one next to his head?

Make him plead
for his life?

No, man.
Shane was my boy.

He was worth a whole hell of a
lot more to me alive than dead.

Check it...
I want my lawyers now.

How many do you have?
A gang.

Hey, yo,
I ain't staying in here.

Just make yourself at home

until your gang of lawyers
gets here.

[ Chuckles ]

Shane was
one hell of a philanthropist.

He donated to a lot of
children's charities

and relief agencies.

Well, told you
he was a good guy.

Really good guy,

especially because
he didn't have much money.

What? No, no, no,
the band made millions.

They were broke.
I'm looking at their financials.

Thanks to good old dad.
And then t.K. Stepped in.

No wonder Shane
started smoking crack again.

T.K. Was just as bad
as their father.

Well, no.
No, they got lucky.

There was one little clause
in their new contract.

They kept
"merchandising rights,

online fan memberships,
and premium chats."

Hmm, that's where
all the money is now.

So, they were about
to get rich,

t.K. Was
about to be left behind.

Is this Mr. t.K. "The killer"
a Caucasian man?

No. Why?

Because these are
the DNA results,

and the blood on the gun slide
belongs to a white male.

So that means Ryan Finnegan
still looks good for this.

Motive could be revenge...
the boys put him behind bars.

Korsak: Then why not go after
all three of them?

Shane was that band.

Ryan put
all the pressure on him,

but how the hell
we gonna find him?

Oh, even if he was
on skid row somewhere,

he has to collect
social security.

I tried that.
He listed a p.O. Box.

Yeah, but there's
a cellphone number.

The billing address
is the same p.O. Box.

Well, maybe you can
call Mr. Finnegan

and ask him to come down
to the police station.

Jane:
Oh, good idea, Maura.

"Hello, Mr. Finnegan."

We think
you murdered your son.

"Can you just come on down here
and tell us how you did it?"

Does it make you feel better
to mock me?

Kind of.

Sorry.

I'm frustrated.
It's okay.

We could stake out
his p.O. Box.

What, for two weeks?

That's when he gets his next
social security check.

Wait a minute...
I got an idea.

[ Dialing ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Hello, Mr. Finnegan?

That was my idea.

Not this part.

Yes, I'm calling
from bric insurance.

Uh, we need to verify a receipt
of a large check we sent to you.

Your... your son, Shane,
named you as a beneficiary

on a large life-insurance policy
that we issued.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Ryan Finnegan?
Yes.

Hello, Mr. Finnegan.

Jane?

Jane Rizzoli?

What are you doing here?

Arresting you for murder.

I'm telling you,
I didn't kill my son.

I love my boys.

Jane: You love
the money they made.

And then,
one day, they grew up,

and, suddenly,
it was a fair fight.

And I'll bet
you didn't like that.

We're gonna do a cheek swab
so we can compare your DNA

to blood found
on the murder weapon.

Go ahead.

I didn't kill Shane.

I wouldn't kill my boy.

Well, then, let's hope it's
not your blood on that gun.

Jane, you know me.

Yeah, I sure do.

How's she doing?
Not good.

Take it before she comes back
from the bathroom.

Don't tell her
that you knew about Lydia.

You can't take all the heat.
Yes, I can.

Just take care of her,
all right?

Hey, you're
a really good person.

No, I'm not.
I lied to her, Frankie.

You were trying
to protect her.

You should have seen
her face.

[ Sighs ]
Janie...

Did Mr. Finnegan do it?

I don't know, bud.

Frankie,
where'd you go?

Oh.

Hey, ma.

Hi, Jane.

[ Sighs ]

Hey, Maura.
Hey, Frankie.

We suck, Maura.

I know.

Uh, listen, I know
what those lesions were

on Shane's lips and mouth.

Well, thank God
I'd already lost my appetite.

He was taking
proguanil and chloroquine.

They're
antimalarial medications.

What, he was headed
to a mosquito-infested area?

That doesn't make any sense.
They were off to Europe.

"I'm free."
Unless...

Gia.

Maura,
can you check to see

if Gia had the same
drugs in her system,

and then meet me upstairs? Yeah.

Shane and Gia were booked
on a flight to port-au-prince.

They were together.

Shane was texting Gia,
"I'm free. Let's do it."

He was quitting the band.
They were running away together.

Gia was taking the
anti-malarial medication, too.

'Cause they were going to Haiti
probably to do concerts

or raise money
for relief efforts.

Uh,
Gia's hair sample results...

she'd been drug free
for at least six months.

Well, they met in rehab.

She probably o.D.'D

when she heard that Shane
had been murdered.

The blood comparison tests
came back, too.

The blood in the gun slide
isn't Ryan Finnegan's.

But?

I found variable tandem repeats
in the DNA test.

The blood on the gun
is similar

but has a different
mitochondrial DNA.

So it's a familial match?

That means
it's one of his brothers.

But they were doing a live
Webcast when he was shot.

Well, the theoretical risk
of a coincidental match

is 1 in 100 billion.

There are seven billion people
on this planet.

Our shooter is
one of Shane's brothers.

Ronan and Liam were streaming
a live Webcast.

They couldn't have been
in two places at the same time.

Not unless
they're electrons,

as Max planck's
quantum theory proves.

They used a cheap program called
Streamblast pro to do their Webcast.

Everything looks correct,

but look at the auto-update
in the default setting.

Yeah, it's an old version
of Streamblast pro.

That's not possible.

Streamblast pro
automatically updates,

and it updated the program
three days ago.

It possible

if this live Webcast
was shot two weeks ago.

Yeah, but why would one of
the brothers want to kill him?

Shane was quitting the band.

A week after MCA died,

the Beastie Boys' sales
went up 949%.

T.K. Said Shane was worth more
alive than dead,

but not to his brothers.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

The fiber in Shane's
shrapnel wounds is denim.

Frost, can you show me what
Ronan and Liam were wearing

in their final concert?

[ Beep ]

Frost:
Only Ronan's wearing jeans.

Took a good shot
to shoot Shane twice in the legs

from 20 feet away.

[ Keys clacking ]

Jane.

Yeah.

Ronan has
a hunting license.

Okay, so, if Ronan can shoot,
why the wenis?

That's right, because you said
only amateurs get a...

a wenis.

Yeah, I did.
I think I know what happened.

I got to take Frankie.
He needs to see this through.

♪ Maybe someday I'll tell you ♪

♪ when I'm a star
in the band, yeah ♪

♪ this song is about you ♪

♪ and you'll ♪...

man: Sorry, guys.
Ronan: Any news?

Let's take five.
Yeah, we got some news.

We're rehearsing to shoot
a tribute to Shane.

It'll mean so much
to the fans.

Oh, it'll mean a lot to you,
too.

Yeah.

Yeah, 25 bucks a pop
times a few millions fans.

It should more than make up
for the canceled tour.

You said you had news?

Yeah, you two made a pact
to kill Shane, didn't you?

What are you
talking about?

You shot him first,
Ronan.

[ Vial cracks ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Groaning ]

Take it!

What? No.

And you fired
into the ground

because you couldn't
bring yourself to shoot him.

Oh, God, please!

[ Screams ]

But you had Ronan there,
to encourage you.

Do it!

[ Groans ]

But you'd never
fired a gun before,

so the slide cut your hand.

Oh, God.

The shot that killed him
came from you.

That was pretty cold to shoot
your little brother in the head.

Those are your favorite jeans,
right?

I mean, they're tiny,
little holes...

you probably wouldn't notice.

What are you
talking about?

When Liam fired
into the ground,

shrapnel from the bullet went
through those jeans

and embedded the fibers
into Shane's face.

Now put your damn hands
behind your back!

Frankie:
You, too. Come on!

Come on.
Let's go.

[ Scoffs ]

Do you have anything
that has fat in it?

I have some yummy honey-smoked
tempeh bacon in there.

No, I want something
that'll clog my arteries.

What are you doing here?

She wants me
to help her move, Jane.

What?

I'm gonna go move in
with my cousin, Theresa.

Angela, please don't.

I knew about Lydia,
too, ma.

[ Scoffs ]
I know.

You and Jane always shared
everything, and I...

I understand that you were all
trying to protect me, but...

ma, I'm so sorry.

But can you understand

that I can't have my children
think I'm pitiful.

Ma, dad is the one
who's pitiful.

You didn't
do anything wrong.

We did. Dad did.
Okay?

We... we all admire you.
Don't you understand that?

Admire me?
[ Chuckles ]

For what? I... I lost
my marriage, I lost my house.

I live in your best friend's
guest house.

I-I work in a café.

I admire you
because you picked yourself up

when you could have
just laid on the floor.

[ Crying ]

No, I admire you for the person
that you've always been.

You're optimistic and warm
and loving and strong.

Ma, you're still strong.

Okay, you're an example
to all of us.

Hey. Hey, hey.
She's right.

Okay?

Hmm?

I always wanted
a mother like you.

Oh, Maura.

[ Sighs ]

You're great kids,
you know that?

Oh, ma.

Because of you, ma...
because of you.

I never really liked Theresa.
She doesn't clean her bathrooms.

[ Laughs ]

I love you so much.
All right.

[ Smooches ]
Okay.

Okay, the group hugging...
I can't do it.

[ Grunts ]

Oh, my God.
Is that my gun?