Rizzoli & Isles

Oh. Oh, God. Oh, 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 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.

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.

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.

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.

Love to hear more. 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.

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?

It's Shane.

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

the channel street boys.

Frankie grew up with him.

Oh, no.

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.

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...

I got to go break it to his brothers

before they read about it on Twitter, tell mom.

God... she loved that kid.

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?

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.

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.

Sorry.

I'd never heard of channel street boys before.

How's your mother?

Bawling.

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.

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?

Oh, ma.

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.