Angie Tribeca

Alhambra!

We are Boypocalypse Wow!

We are back!

And better than ever!

And here's the one that started it all.

"Young, Fast, and Firm."

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Where's Tribeca?

She had to take a personal day.

We get personal days?

I came in when I had meningitis.

Damn. Boypocalypse Wow.

I always looked up to Denarius.

I figured if a black kid from the suburbs

can be pressured by a creepy manager into joining a boy band,

so can I.

Uh, listen, don't leave me alone with Scholls.

She's still a little bitter about the breakup

and the whole lying about the baby

we were raising together thing.

I'm sorry, what?

Never mind.

Scholls, what we looking at?

P.T. Cruiser, Boypocalypse Wow's bad boy.

His t-shirt cannon malfunctioned,

leaving a fatal amount of space between his head and his body.

So, where's the head?

On eBay. There was no "Buy It Now" option,

so we're bidding on it. Fingers crossed.

Was this an accident?

Man: Absolutely not.

Hi. Jack Pfoopa.

Manager of Boypocalypse Wow, Boysters on the Half-Shell,

and Sir Ian McKellen.

So, you're saying you don't think this was an accident?

We've done this routine 800 times.

The boys do their moves, the girls scream bloody murder,

I get my 80%, I go home to my parrots.

No, if something went wrong,

- somebody wanted this to go wrong. - He's right.

The firing mechanism on the t-shirt cannon

was tampered with,

so even if P.T. didn't look straight down the barrel,

his tips were frosted the moment he stepped onstage.

All right, I'll talk to the band.

Tanner, canvass the audience and production crew,

and Scholls, return my copy of "Total Recall"

and stop texting me after midnight.

Let me get this straight. So you're Skylar, the pretty one;

Chad, the fat one...

Funny. Funny one.

Funny one.

Denarius, the ethnic one.

Man... life's so precious.

You think you're gonna have your head on your body

your entire life, and then... snap!...

everything changes.

How are things internally within the band? Any friction?

Oh, we get along great.

I mean, we've been together so long, we finish each other's...

Did P.T. have any personal problems?

He was the bad boy. Bad boys have problems.

That's why he wrote the song "Bad Boys Have..."

After him and Lori Loughlin broke up,

he made a few bad Beanie Baby investments

and then hit hard times.

I hear that.

I got a garage full of pogs I can't unload.

But all we can do is keep going.

I mean, what we gonna do? Have a funeral?

- Mind if I look at this stuff? - Knock yourself out.

Wow.

Are all these from your fans?

Boypocalypse Wow has the best fans in the world.

- Who's Fran Tabuto? - She's our number-one fan.

She's been to every concert, all the mall openings,

a few dentist appointments, one shower.

She's harmless.

Seems like P.T. was her favorite.

"If I can't have you, no one will.

Marry me or die. XO, Fran."

Do you guys mind if I have this?

- Sure. - Thanks.

Name, prisoner's name. Reason for visit.

Detective Tribeca, Diane Duran.

"Seeking answers about the location of a former boyfriend

I believed to be dead but is actually alive

and part of an elaborate conspiracy

of which I've only scratched the scarface."

Surface.

Stall 4.

You dirty rat. I want my money.

You're gonna give it to me. It's my money.

No, no. I'm a detective with the LAPD.

Man: I'll take a look at it.

Tribeca.

I never thought I'd see you again.

Would you care for a glass of pinot?

It's from the vineyard in my toilet.

Sergeant Pepper.

I know he's still alive.

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

Yes, you do.

Tell me where to find him.

You don't find him. He finds you.

Damn it, Duran! You give me his exact loc...

Hold on a second. I'm getting another call.

Hello? Okay.

All right, give me a minute.

I have to take this,

but if you're serious about finding Pepper,

he'll meet you here.

But only go if you're serious

about knowing what the world really is.

Thank you for holding.

Okay, I'm taking off my top,

and then I'm gonna go to the grocery store

and I'm gonna buy some Kombucha.

["Young, Fast, and Firm" playing on stereo]

Someone's home.

Ms. Tabuto?

LAPD! Open up!

Let's rock and roll.

1, 2, 3.

Hello?

Really?

I step out one time in eight hours.

Eddie.

I can't believe it.

Angie... we have a lot to talk about.

But could you just go outside again

so I could be in the chair?

You're under arrest for probably murdering P.T. Cruiser.

I didn't kill him. I love him. Why would I kill him?

Hey, we'll ask the questions around here.

Why would you kill him?

- I didn't. - You think we got the right person?

This place looks pretty normal.

Mind if we take a look around?

Sure. As long as you don't go into that room.

I think that's where we'll start.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you

in the court of law.

This offer cannot be combined with any other rights.

Void where prohibited by law.

Some assembly required.

Driver does not carry cash.

I have so many questions.

I thought you were dead.

How could you do that to me?

Does that answer your question?

Yes... but then what about the phone calls?

If you were alive, why not just...

Oh. That makes sense.

But then how did you...

I guess that covers it.

No more questions.

You remember how to do this, right?

I think I can figure it out.

Mm. Mm...

Uh...

No. No.

All right, maybe I-I need a refresher.

You wanted to see me?

I have no desire to see you, but it's my job to report to you

what I find about your cases.

There's no way Fran Tabuto murdered P.T. Cruiser.

We were in the apartment. That woman's guilty of something.

Nothing we found in that apartment incriminates her in this murder.