All language subtitles for 309 Home town Glory

Oh, God! Oh, no!

Oh, God, please.

You have to do it.

No. No.

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

- ...and buying a purse.
- A convertible satchel.

Maura, is there something
you wanna 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?
- I hope it's okay.

- No, that's not okay.
- I'm not asking you.

Uh....

- Sure. Yeah. Heh.
- 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 is 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?

- Is she in the guesthouse?
- Where is she registered?

Where is she registered?

Moochers 'R' Us.

- Angela?
- Oh, no.

She can't come in here now. Hello, Lydia.

- Hey, I was wondering--
- Wondering what?

- Oh. Sorry. I was just leaving.
- Mm.

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

Oh. Right.

I remember you two. Heh. Hi.

Is your gestational diabetes under control?

I guess. Except when
my sugars are high or low.

When they're out of whack, I get, like,
moody and stuff, and sweaty and dizzy--

Love to hear more. Heh. Work.

- Rizzoli.
- Dr. Isles.

- I'm on my way.
- I'll be there 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, that is big. Congrats.

Come on.

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

Well, 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, you heard?

No, what?

- What's wrong with Frankie?
- Victim was a friend of his.

What? Who?

- Who is it?
- It's Shane.

Shane Finnegan?

- Shane--
- Okay.

He's the leader of a pretty famous boy band,
Channel Street Boys.

Frankie grew up with him.

Oh, no.

- How many times was he shot?
- Shooter fired five times. Hit him four.

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 from the bullet casing.
What the hell was he doing here?

- Might have been to score drugs.
- No way.

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.
- Wouldn't be the first to fall out of rehab.

All right, look,
you should not be working this case.

- I have to.
- Then go search the perimeter.

Go look for the gun. Go on.

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

- Poor Frankie.
- He's never lost anybody close to him.

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?

It's registered to Shane. Maybe he drove
a crappy car 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...

...I gotta 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'd do it all the same

I'm just your kid brother's boy

You hardly know I exist

But when I close my eyes

It's your lips that I kiss

Shane, uh--Shane was the star.

Channel Street Boys
are never gonna ride like that again.

I'm so sorry.

Thanks, Jane.

Where were you after the concert?

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. Then we had to start.

- It's time-stamped. This was right after?
- Yeah.

Any idea why your brother
never showed up?

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

The band stops mattering.
We stop mattering.

And then we find him
and peel him off some crackhead's floor.

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?

- Heh. Yeah, it's been a while.
- Their father, Ryan Finnegan...

...was their manager.

Nice way of saying that abusive bastard
made us sing for our supper.

Stole our money until we were old enough
to get him in jail.

That...

...is the last time we saw Dad.

Think he had something to do with this?

- I don't know. Maybe.
- Okay.

I'm sorry, guys.

Come here.

I'm glad it's you doing this.

- Get whoever did this, okay, Jane?
- I will.

Yeah

The most beautiful girl in the world
Yeah, yeah

She's right here from Southie
Yeah, yeah

She's pure Boston beauty
Ooh

- I love that song.
- Sorry.

I'd never heard
of Channel Street Boys before.

How's your mother?

- Bawling.
- I'm so sorry.

Yeah, me too.

What'd you find?

He has a very pretty face.

Teen idols often have these symmetrical
features and a distinguished brow.

Yeah, he was even prettier in life.

He was so sweet and soulful.

There are fibers embedded
in the shrapnel wounds.

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 just like that.

- Did Frankie and Shane stay friends?
- No.

I mean, Frankie would see him
whenever the band played in Boston...

...but I don't think Frankie knew
Shane was into drugs.

Mm. 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 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 for at least six months.

Well, that doesn't make any sense.

What was he doing down there?

Oh, Ma.

Aw. Why isn't Frankie back yet?

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

- Oh. 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.

- Well, Shane had the biggest crush on you.
- He was like my little brother.

You told him once he could sing.
Remember?

- Yeah. Frankie and him wanted to start a band.
- Ha, ha.

- Good thing Frankie kept his day job.
- Oh.

- Anything?
- I gotta go. They just brought Shane's car in.

- Hey. Will you come to Lydia's shower?
- 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.

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.

- She thinks Ma is 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.
- You be Polite Cop and I'll be...

..."I'll Beat Your Face if You Tell My Mother...

...That You Slept With Her Husband
and Son" Cop.

- Okay?
- Ahem.

- Found something.
- Shane's backstage pass.

Found his car keys too.

That's weird. Frost, pop the trunk.

Oh, nice piece of luggage.

Now, why would he leave his cell phone?

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.

- Would be nice to find that gun.
- Pfft.

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.

- Hey, look, here comes Inspector Gadget.
- Ha, ha.

- What are you doing?
- He's opening a RadioShack.

I'm working on Shane's cell phone.

You found Shane's last text message.

Yeah. But it was to an unregistered
pay-as-you-go phone.

- What did it say?
- Don't know yet.

His phone's really sophisticated. A 3D
block array with nonpatterned rotation.

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

- Wow, I'm impressed.
- I read.

Tom Clancy novels.

- Heh.
- Tom does his research.

With tabloids hacking into
celebrity cell phones, it makes sense.

- So push your decrypter button, inspector.
- Heh.

Here goes.

Yes.

- Doesn't look good.
- That did not just happen.

Maybe if I back-fish the instruction set--

Maybe you should've backed it up
before you starting playing with it.

Shane embedded a self-destruct worm
in the phone's code.

Doesn't sound good.

The phone's programmed to wipe its memory
if anyone attempts to access it.

- You can retrieve Shane's last text, right?
- No.

No, it's gone. Forever.

Come on, Maura, think.

- There's gotta be a way to get those texts.
- 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, Frankie brought us
some Mad Dog 20/20 to go with our yams.

- I found it.
- You found the gun!

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

- It's only a mile and a half. I thought I'd run.
- Frankie, this is huge.

- Oh. You're sweating all over Maura's stuff.
- Oh, sorry.

Take that to the crime lab
and fill out the paperwork.

- Okay.
- Nice job.

- That's great.
- Oh, my--Aw, crap. Come on.

- Come on where?
- We gotta go face the Lydia music.

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

- That's why you're Good Cop.
- Oh, right.

- And you're the "Beat Your Face In" Cop.
- Correct.

Look at that, punctual too.

Pregnancy brain. A woman's brain-cell volume
decreases in the third trimester.

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

Know the scariest part
about Lydia and my father?

Imagining them having sex?

No! Trying to figure out
what it is he saw in her.

Studies show many men prefer to date
less intelligent women.

But why?

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

We don't make men our priority,
but women like Lydia do.

I ran out of gas on Sudbury Street. Heh.

- You walked?
- Uh-huh.

Can I sit down? My feet are killing me.

- Right here.
- Okay.

So where's your mom?

Drink some water.
Dehydration isn't good for pregnant women.

Neither is being a slut.

Ow.

- Ahem.
- Oh. I don't like ice. Too cold.

Yes, ice is cold.

Uh, Lydia, listen, the reason...

- ...we wanted to talk--
- I don't know.

- We haven't told you yet.
- I don't know who the father is.

Is that why you wanted to talk to me? Heh.

It's either your father's baby or Tommy's.

- Oh, my God.
- I thought you knew.

- You thought I knew?
- 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.

Then he introduced me to Frank...

- ...and Frank was so nice--
- Could you just get to the part...

...where you know which one did that?

- That's just it. I don't know.
- Of course you don't.

- I have to come clean with Angela.
- No!

But she's the nicest, best mother ever.

That's why I wanted to bump into her.

You meant to rear-end her car?

Oh, no. That part was an accident.

- Frank said--
- Please stop calling him Frank.

- Your dad said--
- Go back to Frank.

Well, he said that Angela was the best mom.

I wanna learn from her.

Learn what? Frank left her.

He left me too,
when I told him I was pregnant.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Well, I should go.

I have to get to Lamaze. Ha, ha.

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

- I'm gonna drive you.
- Okay, well, have fun.

Breathe deep, in and out, all right. Bye-bye.

- Jane.
- What?

Oh, no, Maura, I am not going.

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-hm.

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. Heh.

What am I doing?

Lydia, uh, have you thought
about getting some tests done...

- ...to figure out who the father is?
- No. It's not important.

- Uh, I think it's good to know.
- I don't.

Visualize that happy place.

Cool. I'm at the mall. I'm in Hotdog Haven.

I love their outfits.

Yes! The bright, colorful ones with the hats
like Cat in the Hat.

- Maura.
- And now a contraction begins.

Sit behind your partner
and massage her back.

You know, um, after the baby is born,
you could have a paternity test.

No.

I wanna do a water birth.

Okay, listen to me. I don't want you
telling my mother what you did.

- It could really hurt her.
- Can you massage me a little lower?

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

Now you've got a conscience?
After you slept with half my family?

- Lydia, think.
- No, Lydia, don't strain yourself.

- I don't want my mother to know.
- 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 because you lost it.
- Shut up.

- 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.

Genius wouldn't have killed the phone.

- Are you ever gonna let me live this down?
- Hell, no.

Okay.

If I enhance the image....

- "I'm free. Let's do it."
- Sounds like a booty call.

Texting for booty?
Technology is killing romance.

If you learn how to text, you might
have more luck with your booty calls.

I can show you how.

All Shane would've found
in the Combat Zone is prostitutes.

I guess it's possible.

Unless he didn't wanna be recognized.

Maybe he was meeting someone
in one of those motels.

They're sleazy.
Half-day rates for druggies and working girls.

Maura's got something.

Come on, Frost.
Jane may be onto something.

Let's go shake down some motel managers,
see what falls out.

No prints on the weapon.

But there was a minute concentration
of blood on the upper back of the grip.

Wow.

Okay, so it's amateur hour.

Meaning?

Uh, it's a classic newbie injury.

I saw it a couple of times at the academy.

If you use an improper grip...

...the slide will slice that flap of skin right
between your thumb and trigger finger.

The interdigital webbing.

- We used to call it a "wenis."
- I like that. "Wenis."

- Hard to forget since it rhymes with--
- Maura.

Oh, thank you Senior Criminalist Chang.
We'll take it from here.

So can you run the DNA panels
on the wenis blood fast as possible, doctor?

- Frost.
- Do you know...

...if Shane knew anyone named Jamie Rellis?

Jamie Rellis?

That's a character in Friends With Benefits.

Why are you talking
about romantic comedies...

- ...with Frost?
- 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?
- I don't know.

Open the door.

- I shouldn't be doing this--
- Now.

Someone on the bed.

Miss?

Clear.

Better get Dr. Isles here.
This one's not coming back.

It's Gia Lemond.

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 the crack pipe.
Looks like an overdose.

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.

- Gia and Shane were lovers?
- Dr. Isles...

...you leapt to a conclusion.

I did not. Gia and Shane were lovers?
Question mark.

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

- You probably need some help.
- Come on.

You aren't afraid of a little
female towel snapping, are you?

Oh, yes, we are.

Maybe Gia and Shane were crack buddies,
you know?

That'd explain what Shane
was doing in the Combat Zone.

Hey, got something.

That's T.K. "The Killer" Womack
and his posse.

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. He can't make money...

- ...if his stars are crackheads.
- Yeah.

Look at this. T.K. goes in the motel at 12:15.

- He comes out at 12:30.
- Bring him in.

Check his DNA
against the blood on the gun.

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

I gotta stop a snitch from squealing.

I hope Jane comes.

That's her favorite food.

- Mm. She likes bacon chocolate?
- Yeah.

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

- How many people are coming?
- You, uh...

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

- So four total.
- Mm-hm.

- Jane!
- Hello.

Look who I found.

Ah.

You have no idea...

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

Honey, what's the matter?

My baby won't have a daddy.

Aw, 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.

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, uh,
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 what 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 was Frank's wife.

And now...

...I'm not anybody anymore.

- Come on.
- Don't touch me!

Ma, please. Ma, please!

Is this where your mother lives?

- 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 back seat's really comfortable too.

- Oh, good.
- Yeah, fantastic.

- Where do you want these gifts?
- Um....

- Do you have the baby's room set up?
- Uh--

I wanna 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 gonna share your room
with Lydia and Jed?

Dump on my mother some more?

Lydia has made her grown-up choices.

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

No! Don't throw it.

I got it. I got it.

Know anything about this?

I had business with Gia.

We talked. I left.

- Then the bitch must have killed herself.
- You were her manager.

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
smoke with Gia.

He'd been clean.
What'd you do, shoot him in his 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 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.

Shane was one hell of a philanthropist.

He donated to a lot children's charities
and relief agencies.

Well, told you he was a good guy.

A really good guy.
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 again.
T.K. was as bad as their father.

No. No, they got lucky.

There was one little clause
in their new contract.

They kept merchandizing rights,
online fan memberships and premium chats.

Yeah. 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.

That means Ryan Finnegan
still looks good for this.

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

- Why not go after all three?
- Shane was that band.

Ryan put the pressure on him.
How we gonna find him?

Even if he was on skid row,
he has to collect social security.

- I tried that. He listed a P.O. Box.
- But there's a cell number.

- The billing address is the P.O. Box.
- Maybe you can call Finnegan...

- ...and ask him to come to the station.
- Good idea.

"Hello. We think you murdered your son.

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

Does it make you feel better to mock me?

Kind of.

- I'm sorry. I'm frustrated.
- It's okay.

- We could stake out his box.
- For two weeks?

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

I got an idea.

Hello, Mr. Finnegan?

That was my idea.

Not this part.

Yes. I'm calling from BRIC Insurance.

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

Your son Shane named you as a beneficiary
on a large life insurance policy we issued.

- 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.

You loved the money they made.

Then they grew up...

...and suddenly, it was a fair fight.
I bet you didn't like that.

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

- ...your DNA to blood on the 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.

- You can't take all the heat.
- Yes, I can. Just take care of her.

Hey. You're a really good person.

- No, I'm not. I lied to her, Frankie.
- You were trying to protect her.

You should've seen her face.

Janie, did Mr. Finnegan do it?

- I don't know, but--
- Frankie, where did you go?

Oh.

Hey, Ma.

Hi, Jane.

- Hey, Maura.
- Hey, Frankie.

We suck, Maura.

I know. Listen, I know what those lesions were
on Shane's lips and mouth.

Thank God I'd already lost my appetite.

He was taking Proguanil and Chloroquine,
antimalarial medications.

He was headed to a mosquito-infested area?

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

"I'm free."

Unless Gia--

Can you see if Gia had the same drugs
in her system, 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.

- Gia was taking the medication too.
- Because they were going to Haiti.

Probably to do concerts
to raise money for relief.

Gia's hair-sample results.
She'd been drug-free for six months.

They met in rehab. She probably OD'd
when she heard 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 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.

The theoretical risk of a coincidental match
is one in 100 billion.

There are 7 billion people on this planet.

Our shooter is one of Shane's brothers.

- Yo!
- Yo, yo, yo!

Ronan and Liam were streaming a live webcast.

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.

- 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's possible if this live webcast
was shot two weeks ago.

- Why would one of the brothers kill him?
- Shane was quitting the band.

A week after MCA died,
the Beastie Boys' sales went up 949 percent.

T.K. said Shane was worth more alive
than dead. But not to his brothers.

The fiber in Shane's shrapnel wounds
is denim.

Frost, can you show me what Ronan
and Liam were wearing in their final concert?

Only Ronan's wearing jeans.

Took a good shot to shoot Shane
twice in the legs from 20 feet away.

- Jane, Ronan has a hunting license.
- Yeah.

- If Ronan can shoot, why the wenis?
- That's right.

- You said only amateurs get a--
- A wenis.

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

I gotta 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

Sorry, guys.

- Any news?
- Let's take five.

Yeah, we got some news.

We're, uh, rehearsing a tribute to Shane.

It'd mean so much to the fans.

- It'll mean a lot to you too.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Twenty-five bucks a pop
times a few million fans.

That should make up for the canceled tour.

- You said you had news?
- Yeah. You two made a pact to kill Shane.

- What are you talking about?
- You shot him first.

Take it.

What? No.

You fired into the ground
because you couldn't bring yourself to shoot.

Oh, God. Please.

But you had Ronan to encourage you.

Do it.

But you'd never fired a gun before.

So the slide cut your hand.

Oh, God.

The shot that killed him came from you.

Pretty cold to shoot your little brother
in the head.

Your favorite jeans?
Tiny little holes. 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.

- Put your damn hands behind your back.
- You too. Come on.

Let's go.

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, uh,
move in with my cousin, Theresa.

Angela, please don't.

I knew about Lydia too, Ma.

I know.
You and Jane always shared everything.

And I understand
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?

I mean, we all admire you.
Don't you understand that?

You admire me? Heh. For what?

I lost my marriage. I lost my house.

I live in your best friend's guesthouse.

I work in a café.

I admire you
because you picked yourself up...

...when you could have just laid on the floor.

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

You're optimistic and warm
and loving and strong.

Ma, you're so strong.

Look at you. 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.

You're great kids. You know that?

Because of you, Ma.

Because of you.

I never really liked Theresa.

She doesn't clean her bathrooms.

- I love you so much.
- All right. Okay.

- Okay, the group hug. I can't do it.
- Unh.

Oh, my God. Is that my gun?