Rizzoli & Isles (2010–2016): Season 4, Episode 14 - Just Push Play - full transcript

[POP MUSIC PLAYS]

Hey baby,
let me buy you a drink.

- No, thank you.
- Oh, come on.

- Give it to me.
- That's mine now.

Ow!

No. No one takes anything else
from me tonight.

Take it then, you little bitch!

[CHEERING]

[DOOR CREAKS]

Unh.

Unh.



[GROANS]

- Now?
- FRANKIE: No.

I'm so tired.
My taste buds are asleep.

What are we eating?

A gluten-free almond cookie.

Ah, so it's supposed
to taste like cardboard.

[CHUCKLES]

Oh.

Come on, Frankie!

Maura and I put in
an 18-hour day.

I wanna go home.

- FRANKIE: Hold on.
- Let him impress you.

Okay, she's ready.

- Ta-da!
- Whoa!



- Huh?
- What!

Right?

That looks amazing!

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Pop.

[###]

FRANKIE: Why are you here?

I need a reason
to see my family?

We haven't heard from you
in over a year.

I'm sorry.

We're gonna need more than that.

Come on guys give him a break.
He just wants to see the baby.

Really? Well, I don't see the baby.
Do you, Frankie?

I know I should have called.
But uh...

I wanted to surprise you kids.

Great!
We love your surprises.

Surprise!
I'm leaving your mother.

Surprise!
I slept with Tommy's girlfriend.

Surprise! I left all you guys
holding the bag

when I stiffed the IRS to
the tune of the 27,000 bucks.

All right, could we not do this
in front of people, please.

What peo... That's Maura.

I'll go make some tea.
Excuse me

I'm here
to speak to your mother.

About what?

I'll talk to you
when you're not with him.

Then you won't be talking.

How're you doing, Frank?

How am I doing?

Better before I saw you.

And what are you doing
with my wife?

Ex-wife, Frank.

And unless you're here
to explain

why you left me holding
the bag with the IRS,

I want you to leave.

All right, Pop, why...
why don't you just leave, okay?

Where are you staying at?

I'm staying at the,
uh, Lighthouse Motel.

JANE: Okay, so...

We... we'll talk tomorrow.

We? Speak for yourself.

Good night, Frank.

Kids, come inside
for a cup of tea.

TOMMY: I'll see you later, Pop.

Yeah.

[PHONE VIBRATES]

L... I gotta go to work, okay?

You... You work too hard, Jane.

Can you just go to the motel,
please?

He has yet to apologize
for taking off to Florida

and hooking up
with a bunch of bimbos.

Apologizing is a major threat
to identity and self esteem

for someone who struggles
to manage strong emotions.

Body's in the bathroom.
Could be robbery gone bad.

No sign of a wallet
or cell phone.

- No ID?
- No.

- Who found her?
- Manager.

People had been complaining
for while

that the john was out of order.

So whoever killed her
had time to get out of here.

Did you find the weapon?

No, but we got people looking
for it.

- Is this the victim's guitar?
- I think so.

We're gonna dust the guitar
and the case for prints.

Hey, Frost, give me a bag,
would you?

Look at this.

Looks like a piece of that stuff
they put in gift baskets.

Definitely a guitar player.

She has calluses on her left
finger tips.

Look at the velour.

It's indented like something
hard was hidden in the case.

She brought her guitar.
She was planning on playing.

- Did you see the line up?
- FROST: Yeah.

It's campfire night
at the Argot.

Bunch of female
singer/songwriters.

But she doesn't look like
anyone on it.

They have an open mic
from 10:00 to 10:30.

Penetration wound
to the posterior

between the fifth
intercostal rib

and scapula and anterior between
fourth and fifth ribs

in the cardiac notch.

Can you tell the murder weapon
we're looking for?

Uh, not until autopsy.

That'll be after
I get some sleep.

Let's get her to the morgue.

Sleep depravation is as much of
an impairment as inebriation.

I do not like to make mistakes.

- Can you give me a hint?
- Oh, do I have to?

Do you want this conversation
to end and go to bed?

Well, you are looking for
something with a sharp tip.

Although the wound
is not incised laterally.

So a knife with a pointy tip
and dull sides.

- I didn't say a knife.
- We're looking for an SPT.

Sharp Pointy Thing.

I'm comfortable with that, yes.

Everybody in here has
a smart phone.

I'll call Frankie,

get him to look at what's been
posted on Instagram,

Vine, Twitter, Snapchat...

Stop.
You're making me feel old.

You are old.

Okay.
I guess we're done here.

[LIQUID SWISHES]

- What are you doing here?
- I needed to speak to you.

- You started drinking again?
- Yeah.

I needed my old friend.

What is it?
The back taxes thing, what?

I got cancer.

JANE: When did you find out?

Afew weeks ago.
It's prostate.

- How bad?
- They don't know yet.

They sent me here for a
second opinion at Mass. General.

- I'm sorry, Pop.
- Yeah.

- Jane, l... I just want to...
- Do you have any idea

what you did to us?
What you did to Ma?

L... I...

Look, it's hard for me
to open up.

Well, try.

You put your family
through hell.

And I for one would like
to know why.

You were a good dad.

We were a good family.
We had good times, right?

- Yes, we did.
- So, why...

Why would you sleep with Lydia?

Why would you do that to Ma,
then just take off like that?

Look, I loved your mother
for a long time.

And when you kids were home
and the business was good,

we were happy.

But then you guys grew up
and left.

Business went bad,
and it was just me and her.

I was just so unhappy, Jane.

So you're only back
because you need us.

I was hoping
that you need me, too.

Look, Jane, would you tell
your mother about the cancer?

I need her, too.

And I know if it comes from you,
she won't turn me down.

Pop, I can't.

I'll be here for you, okay?
But...

...you gotta ask her
for forgiveness

before you can ask her for help.

Oh, Jane, come on in.

- Can I get you some tea?
- Uh, no thanks.

Why did he tell me?

Why do I always have to be
the oldest?

Prostate cancer is one of
the most survivable cancers

if it doesn't spread.

Do you know what stage it's in?

No, he didn't know.
I had to stop him

when he started worrying
about his manhood.

Oh, the good news is that
40 to 60 percent of men

who are able to have erections
before surgery

are able to after.

Please!
Spare me that good news.

Are there any visible symptoms
for prostate cancer?

You know like prostate limp
or something?

No, Jane.
Why?

I just... I'm not really sure
I believe he has cancer.

Why would he lie?

I don't know.
To get sympathy maybe?

[DOOR CLOSES]

That's why he came back?

He's sick, isn't he?

And he wanted you to tell me,
didn't he?

[SCOFFS]

Ma, he...

He told me because
he is afraid to tell you.

He should be.

What does he have?

He has cancer, Ma.

Prostate cancer.

I see.

Okay.

I'll deal with him.

And I'll tell your brothers.

You go home.
You get some sleep, okay?

I'm sorry to dump this
on you, Ma.

You didn't, baby. You didn't.
He did.

Thanks, Ma.

JANE: Where are we on the case?

FROST: We ID'd the victim
with her prints.

She was 21,

a student at the Massachusetts
Music Conservatory.

Natasha Osmansky.

Why were her prints on our file?

She was booked on a DUI charge
six weeks ago.

It's still pending.

- Did you notify her parents?
- Told them early this morning.

- It was rough.
- They're coming in later.

Dad's apparently famous.

Apparently?
It's Alexi Osmansky.

I know him.
He was left wing for the Bruins.

Ha.

Actually, he's a very famous
composer and conductor.

All right,
what about her stolen wallet?

Has anybody used
her credit cards?

Not yet.
Flagged them all.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Did anybody post any photos
online of our victim?

Tons of postings. But I haven't
seen any photos of her yet.

- I'll keep checking.
- Yeah.

[PHONE VIBRATES]

She doesn't have
a Facebook page.

- Even I have a Facebook page.
- With three friends.

[PHONE CHIRPS]

- I'll be your friend.
- You already are.

All right,
Maura's doing the autopsy.

Uh, call me
when the parents get here, okay?

[DOOR CLOSES]

- Hey.
- MAURA: Hey.

- Stomach contents. Smell them.
- Aw! Repulsing.

Unless that vile stew can help me
track her movements

before she was stabbed,
I do not sniff.

I just thought you would
recognize vanilla.

What? She had a drink
with vanilla in it?

I don't know if it was a drink,

but her blood alcohol level
was.06.

That's one or two drinks
for a girl her size.

- What about her tox screen?
- Clean for common prescription

and street drugs.

Okay. Talk to me about
the murder weapon.

Still unclear, but I did check
the uh, tool mark database.

There are hundreds
of possibilities.

Knives, daggers, letter openers,
nail clippers

and bayonets, stilettos.

- Stiletto shoes?
- Yes and stiletto blades.

Maura, you were supposed to
narrow it down and not tell me

we're still looking for
a Sharp Pointy Thing.

What's with the black stuff
on the swab?

Oh, I found it when I swabbed
the posterior entry wound.

Just about to give it
to the crime lab.

You didn't sleep, did you?

No, not much.
Cavanaugh knows.

Well, of course he does.
He and your mother are a couple.

I mean, it's not like I want
my parents to get back together,

but, uh-uh,
you don't think it's icky

that my boss is
sleeping with my mother?

No. But, l...
I can see why you do.

[PHONE VIBRATES]

You're never old enough
to hear details

of your mother's sex life.

[CHOKES, PHONE CHIRPS]

Majust told Tommy and Frank.
She needs moral support.

Got a hit on the victim's
credit card.

The guy was using it right
down the street at a 7-Eleven.

They've taken him into
interrogation.

- Great, let's go talk to him.
- MAURA: Uh, Jane,

what about your mother?

I have an interrogation to do.

- No.
- No?

You can't, Jane.
Go take care of your mother.

But he's a suspect, Vince.

And Frost and I can handle him.

- Where did you get that shiner?
- What shiner?

I'm guessing it happened
when you took

Natasha Osmansky's wallet.

- Who?
- More like what.

Dumb move to leave it in
your glove compartment, Wayne.

No idea how it got there.

This isn't a picture
of you using her credit card?

Sure looks like you.

Hey, man, she gave me that card.

Oh, now she gave it to you?

Was that right before
you murdered her?

You two be tripping.

We are talking.
She was into me.

She gave me that card
to buy us some drinks.

When I came back, she was gone.

We checked.
Her card was not used at that bar.

So, are you ready to stop
wasting our time here?

Okay, I took it.
All right?

But that bitch was crazy.

Before or after you stabbed her?

I didn't stab her.
I was just playing around.

But she started freaking out.

"No one else is taking anything
from me tonight."

Maybe because
you took her wallet.

No, that was after
she hauled off

and hit me with her
guitar case, dude.

So you followed her
to the ladies room,

and you stabbed her.

No. The wallet was on the floor,
so yeah, I kept it.

A little payback for smashing
my face.

I'm the victim here.

Heh.
[DOOR OPENS]

Take off your clothes, Wayne.

Whoa, I don't swing that way,
boys.

[CHUCKLES]

Now, you be tripping, dude.

We're looking for Natasha's
blood on your clothes. Strip.

I don't need to watch this,
I've seen it before.

Hey! You can't do this.

Oh, hey, sorry,
forgot to mention.

You're under arrest
for larceny and forgery.

Now take off your clothes.

Hey.

Hi.

It's gonna be okay, right, Jane?

I don't know, Tommy.

Let's get all the information
first, okay?

Yeah.
We can't control the cancer.

So let's just help Ma.

If she wants to be there
for him,

whether he deserves it or not,
then we be there for Ma.

- What are you doing here?
- I'm taking your father

to his oncology appointment.

Your mother's been a godsend.

Oh, it's too bad you just
figured that out.

You're wrecking it,
will you stop?

Would you stop, Tommy?

Listen, I know I don't deserve
your forgiveness.

All I'm asking for
is one last family dinner

before it's too late.

- Please.
- Okay, fine.

We'll do it at Maura's tonight,
okay?

Ma, you can't ask Maura
to do that.

Let's do it at Mario's.
You know, just us family.

Heh. Family?
Maura is family.

She took me in when I had no
place to live after you left me.

And you want our support?

Well, it has to be done my way,
with my family.

Okay.

All right,
let's go to the doctor.

[PHONE VIBRATES]

Call me when you're done, okay?

- Yeah, listen, I was won...
- Can you just...

Damn it!

What's the matter?

We can't tie the guy who took
our victim's credit cards

to her murder, so we can only
charge him with larceny.

I was wondering if you kids want
come to the doctor with me?

Yeah, Pop. Yeah.

Frankie and I gotta get back
to work, Pop. Sorry.

Back to work.

Okay. Sure.

Come on.

We should go with them.

Yeah, we should.

- I have results.
- Dr. Isles, you seen Jane?

Uh, she just texted me.
She's looking for Angela.

- What happened with Frank?
- I don't know.

She said to get started
without her.

The black gritty substance
I found in the wound

was transferred from the weapon.

It's carotene hydroxylase,
acetate nitrocellulose,

and zinc sulfide.

KORSAK:
I hear fingernail's in there.

- Is the rest of it nail polish?
- Black nail polish, very good.

So, the killer was a women.

You might want to update the era
you are living in.

- Guys wear nail polish now.
- Some guys.

So what's the weapon?
A nail file?

Possibly.
A steel eight-inch nail file

is consistent
with the wound tracks.

Sounds like a crime
of opportunity.

Girl in a bar goes
to the ladies' room.

She's attacked
and stabbed to death

with what could have been
a nail file.

The only real motive we have

is she had something in
a guitar case the killer wanted.

I wish I could tell you
what made that indentation.

All I know for sure is that
it was a hard cylinder

roughly ten inches tall
with a five-inch circumference.

Could be a lot of things.

- What about stomach contents?
- Mostly bile.

But we were able to identify
Althaea officinalis.

It's marshmallow root.

That bar served
marshmallow root?

Uh...

They don't serve much.

No, I'm not seeing anything
with marshmallows in it.

So, she was somewhere else
before the bar.

You know, Althaea officinalis
is also an herbal remedy

for gastro-intestinal distress,
colitis,

and urinary tract infections.

Did she have any of those...
issues?

I have ordered
her medical records.

And they are on their way.

[SIGHS]

Want to talk?

Is it bad, Ma?

It looks bad, honey.

KORSAK:
Victim's parents are here.

[DOOR CLOSES]

KORSAK: Your daughter
was adopted then?

WOMAN: Yes.

There were so many unwanted
babies in Russia.

We fell in love with her.

We didn't know it would be
so hard for her.

For us.

Like many orphans, Natasha had
an attachment disorder.

By the time she was three,

Alexi realized she was
a music prodigy.

One time she was on my lap
and I missed a chord.

And she says,
"You missed one, Papa."

And she plays E major for me...

...perfectly.

And she continued to play piano?

Ah, yes, yes. She was awarded
a full scholarship.

At the Massachusetts
Conservatory of Music.

That's very prestigious.

When did she add guitar?

Guitar?

She didn't play guitar.

Did you know your daughter
had been arrested

for driving under the influence?

Yes.

It was my fault she drank.

- I pushed her.
- No. We... we both did.

She was so shy, l...

I think she drank because
she was terrified to perform.

Her, uh, doctor suggested

she enter an addiction treatment
program.

That's where she's been
for the past month.

Stanza Rehab Center,
she was there yesterday.

That's what we thought.

But apparently they were
allowing her to leave.

Did she have a cell phone
or a computer in rehab?

We kept her phone.
Stanza didn't allow it.

She wasn't allowed use
of the internet either.

- But she had a computer?
- For school work, yes.

Did Natasha have a boyfriend?

No.

How about friends?

She was never good
at making friends.

L... I can't imagine her
going to a bar.

She brought a guitar to the bar.
Why would she do that?

It doesn't make sense.
She didn't play.

- She wouldn't go to a bar.
- But she was there, Alexi.

Oh God,
how did we get it so wrong?

We're both...

...so sorry for your loss.

- What the hell!
- "I cannot confirm or deny."

"I cannot confirm or deny."
Stanza Rehab won't even confirm

Natasha was a patient.

We're gonna need a warrant
to get her records.

I've been going through
her wallet.

She had a Boston City
All Transit Pass.

- Victim had a B-CAT pass?
- Everything okay?

No.
But thanks for asking.

Okay, uh,
did you trace the pass?

Yeah, it's just coming up.

Okay, this is weird.

She only took the Green Line.

And she only got on and off
at one station.

- Symphony.
- She rode around in circles?

Maybe she never left
the station.

Yeah. There're a lot of buskers
in that subway station.

- What the hell is a busker?
- It's a street performer.

I hear the good ones can make,
like, 700 bucks a day.

We are in the wrong line
of work.

Hey, you need to have a talent.

I've got talent.

One that people will pay to see.

B-CAT transit makes you
register with them

and issues of performer permit
and ID badge, don't they?

Yeah.

I'll check to see
if she had a permit.

Her mom said, she was terrified
of performing though.

Apparently that's what
began the drinking.

No, she wasn't registered.

Hey, maybe we need to check out
American Idol.

That's where kids go to get
discovered nowadays, right?

No, man. You blog and post
and try to get yourself

on one of the big music sites
like Pitchfork.

Pitchfork?
What kind of name is that?

The review on that blog is like

making the cover of
Rolling Stone in your day.

Her parents said
she didn't play guitar.

Those calluses on her fingers
say different.

Doesn't play guitar.
Doesn't drink.

And yet we find her dead in a
bar with alcohol in her system

- and with a guitar.
- Yeah, on a night

with a half-hour of open mic
for female singer/songwriters.

She was there to sing.

Odds are she was in Symphony
Station to sing, too.

Maybe our shy, friendless
classical musician

was leading a double life.

Frost, can do a search
to see if posted anything

with her singing.

[TYPING]

No, nothing using her name.

I'm gonna try "girl,
Symphony Station, guitar."

Yeah, here's something
somebody else posted.

Let's see what it is.

[SINGING POP SONG]

- Wow, what a voice.
- Yeah, she's the real deal.

[SINGING CONTINUES]

Nice lyrics.

- MAN: Hey this is my spot!
- WOMAN: Hey leave her alone.

Hey! Mind your own business!

And don't let me catch you here again.
This is my spot.

I'm so sorry.

We need to find that guy.

- Hey, Delroy, you got a minute?
- The name's Buster Bucket.

Put some money in it.
I might talk to you.

I thought your name was Delroy.

Yeah, Delroy King?

You did ten years at Walpole
for manslaughter?

You Five-O?

I'm cool.
I got my performer's license.

Which is for inside the subway
at your assigned spot.

Not out here on a public street.

How come you left
your spot down below?

Come on, man. This is hard work.
It's hot down there.

Where were you last night
from 9:00 to 10:00?

With my old lady.
Banging a different kind of drum.

Yeah.
You know this girl?

Nah.

Hey mind your own business!

Don't let me catch you here again.
This is my spot.

JANE: She came back, didn't she?

That's why you followed her
and stabbed her.

Hell, no, I didn't stab her.
I tried to scare her off,

but the girl could sing.

So, I let her work my spot,
and she gave me some of the money.

- Well she's dead now, Delroy.
- I didn't touch that girl.

All right, pack up your buckets.

What no...
I can't leave my station.

Yeah, you can.
You can come down to our station

so we check out your story.
Let's go!

- Hi
- Hey.

Oh, is it the crinkled paper
I found in her guitar case?

Yeah, you know the crime lab
found traces

of cacao bean extract on it.

- Chocolate?
- Yeah.

Where was she between rehab
and the bar?

What was she hiding
in the guitar case?

What about Mr. Bucket?

Dead end.
Buster's alibi checks out.

He was with his old lady

and the neighbors saw him
come home.

What if this is some random
killing that we can't solve?

- Don't say that.
- Well...

I mean there are
a lot of homicide departments

that have piles of unsolved case
like this one.

Why are you talking like this?

My father's PSA numbers
came back.

They're through the roof.

It's not a very reliable test.

Numbers can rise with
a routine prostate examination

or even digital stimulation
during sexual experimentation.

Maura, stop.

Have they done
his ultrasound yet?

It's tomorrow.

You want to come over
for dinner?

Crap! I was gonna ask you
the same thing.

What does that mean?

I'm so sorry.

Tuna casserole.

Vienna sausage wrapped in bacon
with water chestnuts,

Jell-O mold, Boston cream pie.

And where are the vegetables?

Right here. Canned corn.

Frank's favorite.
We'll eat extra kale tomorrow.

How hard is it to remember
where the fork goes?

I'll show you
where the fork goes.

Boys!
Knock it off!

Our guests are gonna be here
any minute.

Wait, "guests," plural?

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

TOMMY: I'll get it.

- Hey, Pop.
- Hey.

- How are you doing?
- All right.

- How's my boy, all right?
- Good, thanks.

Hi, Frank.

- Nice flowers, right, Ma?
- Yeah, thanks.

Blue carnations.

They're actually white.

But dip 'em in blue dye,
with capillary action,

you get that.

ANGELA: Listen, I don't think
this is a good idea tonight.

Well, it's one bottle
for six people.

It's all right, come on.
It's okay.

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

Who's that?

I told you we're gonna do things
my way.

- Hey.
- Hi, honey.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Well, uh, we certainly have
an interesting case

that we're working on,
don't we, Jane?

Yeah, uh. Yeah, why don't you
tell them about it?

- Well, it's tragic, really.
- I'll say.

The case, l... I mean the victim.

She was a child prodigy.

I was a prodigy.

I could skate backwards
when I was three.

That was me skating backwards,
holding you up.

- Oh.
- You're no prodigy.

He was like an idiot savant.

But that was because of the way
he could play chess.

Useless at everything else.

Tommy did a lot of things well,
Pop.

Ah.
Frankie, here. See this kid.

This kid had
a million dollar arm.

I thought you'd be playing
for the Red Sox.

Yeah, me, too.

FRANK SR: He kept whining
about his sore elbow.

Wanna know why?
You know what Coach Tony said?

Tommy, don't waste your breath.

No, I'm gonna say it.

You made him throw
so many curveballs,

- he threw his arm out
- Nah! He was a quitter.

And you,
be honest, you babied him.

Frank, you know what alcohol
does to your tongue.

Don't embarrass me here.

It's okay. I'm sober.

I'm sober too, Frank.

JANE: It's okay, Pop.

We all know
what alcohol does to you.

Yeah, and for the record
Frankie is a great detective.

And Tommy is a great father.

You know, on that note,
I got to go see my kid.

Yeah, I'm gonna
get out of here, too.

Thanks for the dinner, Ma.

Hey, l...

Hey... I was just busting balls.
I'm just kidding.

[DOOR OPENS]

Where you going?
I'm busting balls.

[DOOR CLOSES]

- I think I should go, too.
- I'll walk you out.

Oh, let him go.
I want to talk to my wife.

She's not your wife no more,
Frank.

And you're gonna show some
respect starting now.

- Come on, you're gonna make me?
- Yes!

- No! No!
- Stop it!

- Come on!
- Pop, stop!

Let me take you to the motel.

Take a look at yourself, Frank.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.
Let's go to the motel.

Just like I thought.

- You're a coward.
- That's it, Frank.

- Oh no!
- Is that enough!

- Stop! Stop!
- Sean, Sean, please.

Hurt Angela again, it won't be
prostate that kills you, Frank.

- Sean! Sean!
- Please, Daddy. Please.

- Just get him out of here.
- Stop!

[DOOR CLOSES]

I'm sorry.

You know all that crap that you
say to Tommy and Frankie,

you can't ever take that back,
Pop.

I'm sorry, Maura.

Psst.

- Coffee?
- Danish?

What's the occasion?

We just want you
to know we care.

Thank you.

My dad's an asshole, too.

Okay, well,
let's get back to work

so I don't spend the day
in the fetal position.

Frost...

...you said the creep that stole
Natasha's credit card said

she was upset about having
other things taken?

Yeah, he said she said
something about

"nobody else is taking anything
from me tonight."

Could she have meant something
other than her purse?

Now, we're talking.
We just got a warrant

to dig through Natasha's stay
at Stanza.

Let's take a ride to rehab.

I'm not happy to be presented
with a warrant

with such a broad scope.

It's one thing to invade
Natasha's privacy.

This is a homicide
investigation.

But Natasha wasn't killed here.
Check the visitor's log.

She signed out at 7:35 PM.

Thank you.
I think we will.

If you don't allow cell phones
or access to the internet here,

why would you allow
your patients

to come and go
at their own will?

We provide structure here,

but we also provide freedom.
It's not a prison.

Are Natasha's things
still in her room?

Yes.

[DOOR OPENS]

Oh, I got her computer.

This doesn't get played much.

That mean something?

I don't think
it's Natasha's guitar.

Her action was set up perfectly.

This one, the action is raw,
it's high, uneven.

Wow!

Holy crap! Where did you learn
to play like that?

I taught myself.

You can make real money
on the subway.

Then I wouldn't get to look at
you all day long.

Uh, did Natasha have a roommate?

Chelsea's in the music room.

She's leading Natasha's
memorial service.

[SINGING POP SONG]

The same song Natasha was
singing in the subway.

Natasha had a much
better voice though.

[CHATTER]

I'm having trouble
believing she's gone.

Was there anyone here
who had a problem with her?

- Anyone that she didn't like?
- God, no.

I can't imagine anyone
hurting her.

She was like a kitten
or a puppy.

- She barely talked.
- How was she doing in rehab?

Okay, I guess. She said she
liked music therapy as long as

she didn't have to play
in front of people.

- Play piano or guitar? Or both?
- Uh, she only played piano.

But she had a guitar.

Yeah, but I never heard her
play it.

So, you didn't know she was
performing in the subway?

In public? Natasha? No way.

That's why she wanted to leave
the conservatory.

I wonder how her parents
felt about that.

She said, they flipped.

The conservatory
is all about performance.

By senior year
that's all you do.

Natasha couldn't perform
unless she was loaded.

I'm guessing she was trying
to decide between

songwriting and performing.

According to
Stanza's visitors' log,

the only people who ever visited
her were her parents.

So I'm just wondering
who did this.

Did what?

Some of the files on Natasha's
hard drive have been wiped.

- Actually it's a lot of them.
- Can you get it back?

No, and it wasn't
password protected.

Anybody could have done it.
Can't tell when either.

I went through Natasha's medical
records at Stanza.

There's nothing to indicate

she was taking any kind of
marshmallow root supplement.

Then how did that
get in her stomach?

You know,
I'll check again to see

if there are any other uses
for Althaea officinalis.

Frost, you're sure the bar
didn't sell any food or drinks

that has marshmallow root in it?

Yeah. Maybe somebody gave her
a supplement?

Oh, that's interesting.

What? What did you find?

It's speculation. L...

It's homicide.
We speculate up here.

Well, that's the flower
for Althaea officinalis.

That's the marshmallow root
flower.

On the bottle of a mallow vodka.

Which means there's marshmallow
root in it.

It doesn't list the ingredients.

It doesn't have to.
Look at the shape

of the indentation.

That's what Natasha
had with her.

Liquid courage.
She was gonna sing that night.

Why would the killer
take the bottle?

I've been looking
at Natasha's homework.

She is supposed to be
composing classical symphonies.

She's writing
something else here.

[HUMMING]

That's the song that Natasha
was singing in the subway.

What, you think she composed it?

Maybe, but why hide it?

Maybe because her classical
musician father

didn't approve of indie rock?

Huh.

Natasha's roommate Chelsea got
a basket delivered at 7:00 PM.

Natasha signed for it.

VINCE:
That's how the vodka got in.

That rehab place doesn't check
deliveries.

Barbara said, Natasha left
the rehab facility at 7:35.

Right after that gift basket
was delivered.

The crinkle-cut paper had
chocolate on it.

Yeah and what would you put
in a gift basket

that you were giving
to someone who is performing

- on campfire night?
- The ingredients for s'mores.

Yeah, chocolates
and marshmallow vodka.

That's what Natasha had
in her guitar case,

and that's why the killer
took the bottle.

[SINGING POP SONG]

[NATASHA SINGING POP SONG]

Sounds better when Natasha
sings it, doesn't it?

I'm... I'm rehearsing.
I've got a show.

KORSAK:
Your shy roommate didn't know

how valuable her songs were.
But you did, didn't you?

Natasha told you, she was
gonna take that microphone

and sing her own song

in front of record company
that signed you.

Broad Sound Records wanted
to hear their new star.

Because it's my song. That's why
Broad Sound Records signed me.

- When did you write it?
- About a month ago.

FROST: How did you do that?

It was posted on YouTube
six months ago.

You don't even play that,
do you?

That's just a prop.

You're no singer/songwriter.

When you couldn't get
your music career going,

you started to drink.

Rehab turned out to be
just the break you needed.

KORSAK: Too bad about
that damn gift basket.

There it was on the card
for Natasha to read.

What did it say?

"Congrats on your new hit.
See you at the Argot"?

Natasha stole my gift basket
so she could get drunk.

She was already unstable.

She showed up here angry
and out of control.

She showed up to sing.

If Broad Sound heard her voice
and her story...

that you'd stolen her music
and her lyrics...

your new career was over.

Nice black nail polish.
A new coat?

We'll need a sample
to see if it matches the stuff

we found in Natasha's
stab wounds.

I didn't mean for any of this
to happen.

They all kept telling me,

no, they wanted
a singer/songwriter.

So I took some of her songs.

I recorded them,
and I put them up.

It went viral and then
it spun out of control.

You're under arrest
for the murder Natasha Osmansky.

[HANDCUFFS RATTLING]

[CHUCKLING]

[DOOR CLOSES]

What are you doing here?

He came here to tell you
something himself.

I came here to apologize to you,
Jane, and you, Maura.

I was a pig last night.

Don't blame it on the wine, Pop.

I said some terrible things.

I screwed up.
I'm sorry.

Thank you for apologizing.

That must be hard for you.

It is. It always has been.
But I got some good news.

I do have cancer,
but they said it was stage two.

It's very treatable.

I'm glad to hear that.

I want you to forgive me, Jane.
Please.

You're my number one daughter.

I'm your only daughter, Pop.

Okay, so, now what?

I'm thinking about moving back
to Boston.

You have a new life in Florida,
Frank.

I have a new life here.

- What're you saying, Ang?
- I'm saying...

...you're not my husband anymore.

You'll always be
our children's father.

And I'll be here if you need me.

But you should go back.

Jane?

Yeah, stay in touch, Pop.

It's a short flight.
Come back anytime.

Okay.

You take care of yourself,
Angela.

You too, Frank.

Goodbye my sweet, big girl.

- I love you, Daddy.
- I love you, too.

All right.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Okay.

So...

...now that we're all good and depressed,
what should we do?

I have some Jell-O from last night.
Nobody ate it.

That's a shock.

[CHUCKLES]

I have some cookies.

The ones that taste
like cardboard?

This night just gets
better and better.

Oh, good.
Well, I'm glad I saved a few.

Really proud of the way
you handled yourself, Ma.

I'm proud of you, Jane,
and your brothers.

That's who I'm proud of.

And thanks for putting up
with us nut balls, Maura.

[ANGELA LAUGHS]

What do you mean
putting up with you?

You're my nut balls.
You're my family.
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