All language subtitles for Rosewood S01E18

Mijita, you're up! That's me.

Asleep at night, awake during the day.

You should try it sometime.

You've been here a week,
and you still can't remember?

It's not working!

Here's a clue... It's my birthday.

Oh. Okay.

And I knew that, mijita,
okay, of course.

Saw you did the laundry.

Yes, mijita, of course.

I want to be a good roommate.

Don't mention it.

I'm so sorry.

Mira, this is temporary, okay?

As soon as I get back on my feet,

I am going to be out of your hair.

I have applied to more accounting
firms than I can count.

Shouldn't you be able to count
pretty high as an accountant?

I wanted to show you something that...
oh.

Oh, my God. Wait. Okay.

Wait a minute.

Great.

Now I have that image burned
into my memory forever.

Hey, Cap.

Yeah. I'm on my way.

- Huh.
- Yep.

No I.D. on the suited gentleman,

and Johnny No Pants here seems
to have lost his bottom threads.

Tell me you did not call Rosie.

Neil is sick.

Anita's in Vegas with her ex,
maybe-soon-to-be ex-ex-husband.

How's the family?

And since cutting bodies
open isn't really my thing...

I really wish you didn't do that.

Morning, everybody.

- Rosie, listen.
- Let's see what we got here.

Oh, we got some mild bloating.

Slight discoloration in the abdomen.

Pruning of the hands and the feet.

I'd say these guys were in the water

probably about 13, 12...

Found it!

We got a Cap Toe Oxford.

Italian-made. Size 12.

Calf leather.
Double top stitch on the vamp.

Boy, it's a shame to see them like this.

You know, I used to have a
pair just like this myself.

Well.

It looks like the fishies had a snack,
huh?

These guys'
ears and lips have been nibbled away.

And this guy has "Cecilia"
tattooed on his shoulder.

You know, I-I dated a Cecilia
in college, all four years.

Boy, I wish I had paid more attention

to the lyrics of that song.

Cap, who is this guy?

Hey.

You're the guy from the billboard,
right?

This is Mitchie Mendelson.
He's a private pathologist, too.

He just moved here from Jacksonville.

Yeah, opened up a lab in Bay Point.

But I didn't think I'd meet the...
the billboard guy

on my first case in Miami.

- I mean...
- Your case?

Yeah, I got the mobile lab ready to go.

Check it out. It's pretty sweet, huh?

Yeah, I have a portable DNA sequencer,

NMR spectrometer,

and not to mention I got heated seats

and surround sound in there,

'cause when I do my thing,

I like to kick it old-school, you know?

Grandmaster Flash,
Run-D.M.C., Sir Mix-A-Lot.

The greats.

And... And I don't like to brag,

but I was the number-one rated

mobile medical unit in
Pensacola on Yelp, so...

And you got to check me out on Instagram

'cause I already got like 699 followers.

Am I looking at number 700?

No, I'm not.

Cap, this some kind of joke?

No. It's nothing personal,
but we're using Mitchie on this one.

Oh, come on, Cap.
We had a good thing going.

We closed cases. Have a laugh.

Share the occasional
irreverent group text.

Look, if it were up to me,
we'd use you, okay?

The chief's on my ass about budget cuts.

There's two bodies.

Mitchie costs half of what you do.

Now, I'm sorry, Rosie,
but my hands are tied.

I'm worth every penny.
You just watch this.

See, got linear contusions
on the wrists and the ankles.

Evidence of blunt-force trauma,

and judging by the arrested evolution,
I'd say...

Inflicted contemp with T.O.D.

Asymmetry of the calves on this one
suggests he was suffering from...

Thrombosis in the legs,
which is often caused

by hours of immobility
like driving or flying,

which means...
We have an out-of-towner.

All right, for the love of God, shut up.

Okay?

Everybody gets a body.

But I want results in half
the time and no extra charge.

- Absolutely.
- Let's do this.

We need to crush this fool ASAP.

Relax, Pip.

There's enough bodies
in Miami for everyone.

What kind of name is Mitchie Mendelson?

Sounds German.

Or no, it's actually not.
It's not German, actually.

- I don't know...
- Baby, are you okay?

It's like you're sweating,
more pale than usual?

No, yeah, I'm...
I'm just my usual shade of pale, babe.

Where are we with the lung
sections for The Gentleman?

I'm on it.
Pippy works good under pressure.

Pop quiz...

What causes sweating, drowsiness,

trouble concentrating,
noise intolerance?

Veisalgia, okay?

AKA "hangover."

Please stop talking so loudly.

I went out with Cassie
and Pippy last night,

and those girls,
they party like they're still 15,

drinking under a pier.

And now I feel like I slept under one,
so...

And why do I feel like that's not the
only thing that's giving you a headache?

Cassie and I have literally
nothing in common.

We go together like tequila and Jaeger.

Which I can tell you,
from recent personal experience,

is not at all.

And you're more like a Chardonnay girl.

Exactly. Thus the double headache.

You were right.

Lungs tested positive for Cocci.

Okay, great. So the guy's got a fungus.

What does that mean?

That means I know exactly
where our gentleman came from.

Oh, hey. Just who I'm looking for.

Ah, so, how does

the Beethoven of private pathologists

like sharing the spotlight?

It's not about the spotlight, Villa.

But it kind of is about the spotlight.

Why does everyone think this
is some kind of competition?

All right?

We can hand out the MVP award

once the killer's been caught.

Awfully gracious

for a man who just lost a body

to a guy in boat shoes who
never learned to comb his hair.

- Or button his shirt.
- Not that you noticed.

No, not that I noticed.

Does it bug you at all?

He doesn't seem a little much to you?

Hey. That's my fellow pathologist
you're talking about.

So when he gets here with his results,
go easy on him.

He's already here.

He got in about 20 minutes ago.

Wow. That kid's got some hustle.

Good for him.

And he picked up chocolate eclairs

for the whole department.

This one has bacon in it.

You know what,
someone's gonna have to warn the kid

that it's gonna take more
than a few little pastries

to get in with the Captain.

You know how long it took
him to warm up to me?

Some of us are still warming up.

Oh, you're wrong.

But am I?

What can I say?

I'm just drawn to the feisty ones.

Ah, still looking for the
right woman myself, so...

Don't worry, with a mug like that,

you'll be paying alimony in no time.

You keep bringing me these,
and I will marry you.

Cap, what happened to the regimen?

Well, lately, I feel our regimen
is a little too regimented.

Actually, preliminary studies show

that chocolate can lower blood pressure,

reduce stress levels.

I mean, life is short, in my opinion.

You got to grab life by the cojones.

And the chocolate.

Which is Spanish for
"balls" and "chocolate."

I like this kid.

You know, speaking of shortened lives,

we could talk about the case.

Well, Mitchie was just filling
me in on Johnny No Pants.

Yeah, No Pants was alive
when he entered the water.

Shallow cuts and bruises
over most of his body,

bunch of contusions,
including a puncture to the throat,

and it's shaped like the letter "D."

Oh. This murder brought
to you by the letter "D."

Okay, Bert. Now let's hear from Ernie.

Well, The Gentleman was
choked before he drowned.

I found signs of blows to the
abdomen and the inferior thorax,

causing a minor splenic laceration.

Uh, he got the wind knocked out of him.

So, your guys were beat up,
thrown in the water to die?

- Correct.
- Yep.

You guys have any idea
who these men are?

Well, I also found Cocci.

It's a soil fungus found in
California's central valley

that infects the lungs.

Now, my guess is The
Gentleman was from Stockton.

Hmm. Okay.

Swap results, work with Villa,

and get me some answers in Ingles.

Hey. Hey, Cap.

Can I talk to you for a second?

I already broke in one
annoying pathologist.

Now you want me to do it again?

Mitchie comes highly recommended.

By who? The Groupon for pathologists?

No, by Chief Everett up in Jacksonville,

whose opinion I trust.

Rosie and I... We have a thing we do.

Not that kind of a thing.
Just a thing. Okay?

Look, Mitchie closed some big cases,
okay,

and we're getting him for a song.

Okay, I'm sorry, Villa,
but this is not my call.

It's coming straight from the chief.

Call me Rosie.

- Welcome to Miami.
- Thanks, man.

May the best pathologist win.

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Come on, Villa,
they're not gonna bench

the Beethoven of private pathologists.

If Mitchie can deliver, they will.

That's why I need you to take
the gloves off for this one.

Well, if the man is gracious
and courteous to strangers,

it shows he's a citizen of the world.

That's Francis Bacon,
if you're wondering.

I wasn't.

Oh, let me translate.

These babies are staying gloved.

You guys finished checking
each other's homework?

Yeah, nice work, Rosie.

- You too, Mitchie.
- Thanks.

So, Villa,
where is the best place in Miami

for me to shake my thing?

From what I've seen of you so far,

I don't think your
thing should be shaking.

Oh, come on.

I can bolero with the best of them.

Havana Nights" twice.

Ooh, that's my favorite movie.

We should watch it together sometime.

Really? No.

So, what do you think?

Well,
based on similar bruising patterns,

I'd say both victims
were killed by one guy.

A man, medium build, similar size.

Right, okay.

But I found triphenyl phosphate

in cuts in Johnny No Pants's shoulder.

It's a main ingredient in nail polishes.

And in beds and in paints and
in a thousand other things.

Look, being a pathologist is
about trusting your instinct,

and you guys, my gut is screaming

that our killer is a lady.

Great, so we've narrowed it
down to the entire human race.

Woman just filed a
missing-persons report.

Matches one of your John Does.

- Which one?
- Which one?

I just don't understand.
We only flew in yesterday.

We've never been to Miami before.

We don't know anybody here.

David suggested we get away.

He knows I love the beach.

How long were you married?

Going on eight years.

But we were together for 12.

David's the love of my life.

12 years. You must have known
everything about each other.

Whenever we got into an argument,

David would go for a walk.

There's this coffee shop by our house,

and he would go and
sit in the back booth,

sipping on Earl Grey, thinking.

And then when he would come back,

everything was fine.

It's just... He was the kind of man

who just needed to collect his thoughts,
you know?

So when he ran off last night,
I wasn't even worried.

So you got in a fight last night?

Yes.

At the hotel.

We were getting ready for a nice dinner.

And then he just ran off.

What did you argue about?

We've been having money problems.

Mrs. Gaines,
have you seen this man before?

No.

I'm sorry.

Where did you say you were from?

Michigan, but David and I grew up

in Stockton, California.

Why?

No. No reason, Mrs. Gaines.

We're just so sorry for your loss.

All right. Thank you.

Wife's alibi checked out.

Front desk confirms she
never left the hotel.

What do you got for me?

All right, Mitchell Thomas Mendelson.

Princeton in '03. Med school at Cornell.

And I stalked his Instagram.

He's weirdly obsessed
with glass-blowing, okay?

Has a pet owl he cannot stop posting...

Pipp, I was talking about the case.

Wait, he has an owl?

Mm-hmm, and from the videos I saw,

the man knows how to shake it.

Told you. He's harmless. He has an owl.

Ran the diatoms you asked for, too.

Narrowed it down to
this stretch of water,

which has four marinas.

- What's a diatom?
- It's a unicellular organism

with thousands of visually
distinguishable types

that can be mapped out
to certain locations.

I used some in the victim's lungs...

To identify where the
victims entered the water.

- Exactly.
- Let's go.

Don't you want to bring Mitchie?

Pippy can show him the door.

I thought you'd never ask.

This microscope...
Is this a high-res SEM 4?

Uh, yeah.

Is the res as good as they say?

Oh, yeah.

And once you go 3D-close-up
of tissue samples,

you never go back.

Yeah, I was thinking about
getting a Lodox scanner myself.

It'd just be sweet to
get full-body images...

Without stitching, no retakes,

- in 13 seconds.
- 13 seconds.

Yeah.

- Yeah. She's beautiful.
- Thank you.

Can I... Can I turn her on?

No touching.

Hey, where'd they go?

I don't know.

Sounds to me you just don't
like people up in your space.

Not Mitchie, not your mother...

Do you feel like taking in a
sassy Cuban woman in her "40s"

who's probably dating a guy in his 20s?

Uh, hard pass on that, but thanks.

Do me a favor and let me
know when we change subjects.

Look, I'm just saying,
maybe you should give him the chance.

He beat us here?

Well, we did check three
other marinas before this one.

Hey, guys. What are you doing here?

Pippy told me you went out for lunch.

How'd you find this place?

Oh, algae. You?

- Diatoms.
- Nice.

So, I already showed a
pic of Johnny No Pants

around the yacht club.

Turns out his name is Johnny Heinz.

Wait,
you're saying Johnny No Pants' name

- was actually Johnny?
- Yeah.

Well,
if he had a boat docked at this marina,

I'm guessing it's that one.

'Cause of the tattoo. Nice.

After you. Thanks, Rose-man.

- It's Rosie.
- Yeah, I know.

I just thought it'd be fun
to give each other nicknames.

Rosie is the nickname.

EMPD. Anyone home?

The Heat play the Bulls tonight.

Mitchie, I need you to focus.

This scene lines up
with our vic's injuries.

Our guys were here.

Yeah, but they weren't alone.

The gash in Johnny's throat...
It was a heel.

The letter "D."

Um, I'm pretty sure

neither of our vics
wore a woman's size 8,

so looks like our killer was...
was a lady.

Like I said.

- Good work, Mosie.
- Thanks, boss.

I'm sorry, what's a Mosie?

It's our team name.
Feldheim came up with it.

I don't know about that one.

Hey, Mosie.

What? I think it's catchy.

You don't like it?
Do something about it.

Oh.

What's in the file?

We got a DNA hit on the heel.

It matches Jackie Sloane,
35, high-end dominatrix.

Looks like she's got quite a rap sheet,
too.

So maybe Johnny No Pants
invited The Gentleman

back to the yacht for a threesome?

Why are we still using these names?

Well, both vics had recent bruising,

but Johnny also had marks
consistent with past injuries

from whips and chains, which means...

You know way too much
about dominatrixes.

I think it's dominatrices.

Actually, both are acceptable.

Look at that. Mosie in action.

Have a seat.

I prefer to stand. You sit.

That's not how this works.
I'm the one interrogating you.

We'll see about that.

Sit down.

Captain, I think I like you.

Look, I get it.

A fella forgets his safe word...
Next thing you know,

he's purple.

Accidents happen in your line of work,
don't they?

Maybe we should have a safe
word for this conversation.

Cut it out.
This is a murder investigation.

My line of work

isn't so different from yours, Captain.

We both put cuffs on people
and enforce the rules.

Is that what happened last night?

Someone break one of your rules?

What do you think?

I think you're trying to
play me like those two boys.

A little "sink the 8 ball, minus the 5"?

What?

Come on. Don't play dumb.

I'm saying you and those boys

had two bluebirds and a peacock.

A threesome.

Is it just me, or are things
getting awkward in there fast?

You know, I had a threesome once.

I'm gonna stop you right there.

I only do one-on-ones.

Well, we found one of your Jimmy shoes.

Something tells me you're an 8.

I never understood a threesome.

I mean,
when you have the right two people,

a third just gets in the way.

No, I think a third person can
offer a missing perspective.

Well, if there's nothing missing,

then a third person can be redundant.

Okay, now this is getting awkward.

Let's just watch in silence.

I'm telling you I didn't kill anyone.

Look, we know Johnny withdrew

$200k from his bank account,

and only a few thousand
washed up on shore.

Where's the rest of it?

I told you, I never saw two guys,

and I never saw that much cash.

Someone knocked me out.

Why would I steal when
I'm so good at my job?

And what job is that?

If you've got 20 minutes

and a lock on your office door,

I'll show you for free.

Lady, I got four ex-wives.

Nothing you could show
me that I haven't seen.

Everyone knows three is better than two.

Until someone gets their
feelings hurt in the end.

- My feelings aren't hurt.
- All right, that's enough.

There you are.

Hi. I went to the
station looking for you.

They said you were here.

What are you doing here, Ma?

I want to take you for lunch, mamita.

Let's go to Enrique's and
have some tres leches, huh?

I'm working a case.

You're working here?

We have a suspect, but Rosie
doesn't believe she's our killer.

He says a bruise on the back
of her head confirms her story,

and it's my job to
figure out our next move.

Okay.

Mira. Look at this place, huh?

Same bar, same lights.

Hasn't changed much since your father

was running games up in
back at those tables, huh?

Some things never do.

Look, mija,

I know you're upset about this morning.

I'm just not a very good roommate.

Forgive me. I tried.

You know,
it's not living with you I mind.

It's you never being around.

I see you less now than when
we didn't live together.

And it's always like this when
you have a man in your life.

Mija, that's not fair, okay?

You're not around because of
the man in your life.

Wha...

- Chocolate caliente.
- Ma, stop calling Rosie that.

It's weird. Ay.

Please.

And it's not what you think.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, maybe he can help
people the same way I can.

And if I crush him out the gate,
then what chance does he have?

And to what?
Just to prove that I'm the best?

Of course you're the best.

But you don't always
have to be The Gentleman.

There are people in this world

who need to be squished
like a little bug,

and Mitchie Mendelson is one of them.

Yeah, no one's getting squished.

Well, you always act like this
when you get all competitive.

I am not getting competitive.

Well, maybe you should be, okay?

Put some gas in those shoes, bro,

because that Mitchie guy,
he's nipping at your heels.

He is nowhere near my heels.

Oh, bro. Your heels are nipped.

Okay.

Maybe he's a little bit
better than I thought.

Okay.

Listen. Don't worry.

I will always love you,

even if you are Miami's
second-best pathologist.

I will.

But is Mitchie hiring,

'cause I only work for number one, so...

That's not funny.

What is...
What is that noise?

Oh, I know what that is.

That's the sound of Mitchie Mendelson

leaving your gentleman ass in the dust.

Yeah, you know, I'm still not laughing,
so that's enough.

Oh! Oh! Did he just go past again?

He's, like,
really fast. You need to catch up.

Pipp, okay. That's enough.

- Dust.
- Enough.

Villa, see these?

What am I looking at?

The gloves are off.

- The gloves are off.
- The gloves are off.

Yep. Yep.

I want to look at Johnny No Pants.

But you had The Gentleman.

Their names are Johnny and Dave,
you guys.

Well, Mitchie just gave his full report.

Why the second look?

I think we missed something.

Well, that's not very Mosie-like.

You think I missed something?

Fine.
I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

If he gets to look at Johnny,
I want a peek at The Gentleman.

Seems fair to me, Cap.

Okay.

So the bodies are prepped and ready.

Um, it is very, very intense down there.

Rosie has his game face on.
It's scaring me.

Mitchie hasn't arrived yet.
It's not funny.

Rosewoods are very, very competitive.

I'm way better at hearing than
you girls are at whispering.

See what I mean?

Yeah.

Uh-oh.

- Hey, girl! Look at you!
- Hey.

You look great.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Just got off of work.
Had to change in the car.

Gave this guy next to
me at the stoplight

- quite the eyeful.
- Oh, my God.

Do you remember when we
used to flash hot girls

over the I-95?

Oh, my God. That is hilarious.

Did people honk?
I bet people honked.

In those days, we only could afford

- one mascara between us.
- Afford?

I believe we got the five-finger
discount on that one.

I mean, what were we supposed to do?

People never tipped us much for singing.

Yeah.

Oh, we should all sing sometime.

- Oh, my God, we were so good.
- Right?

♪ I try to say goodbye and I choke ♪

♪ I try to walk away
and I stumble ♪

Yes, it is.

♪ Though I try to hide it,
it's clear ♪

♪ My world crumbles
when you're not here ♪

♪ Goodbye and I choke And we stopped.

Okay, cool. Good stuff.

Oh, goodness.

I'll catch you guys on the next
round when you do it again.

So, I'm headed to this new girl bar.

You guys are still coming, right?

Oh, you two just go.

No, 'cause I need to stay and help.

Babe, you heard Rosie.

It won't be much of a
fight with us on the flank.

Come on,
he needs to beat Mitchie mano a mano.

All right.

It's settled then.

It's settled.

So I just want to make sure

you boys are keeping
things in perspective.

Don't forget... Two men were murdered.

If our dominatrix didn't do it,
we need to find out who did.

- Absolutely.
- Agreed.

Now crush this fool.

Consider it done.

Mitchie's work checks out.

Well,
while you were autopsying their bodies,

I was autopsying their
financial records.

You'll never guess where
the money came from.

Online betting.

Yeah. Online betting.

Both victims were into
high-stakes gambling,

and it looks like they were going in

with a third man or woman, I'm not sure.

But the third went by
DunkCitySal online.

We find Sal, we find the killer.

Anyone want to bet he's got the money?

How could you possibly know

that the victims were online gamblers?

Oh, um, it was pretty simple
when you trace the steps.

You know,
carpal tunnel in the dominant hand,

degenerative spinal disease

typical of people who
sit for long periods.

Old sports injuries.

You know, yada, yada, yada.

Once I got a look at both bodies,

the evidence was all there.

I guess you just... missed it.

Hey, Villa.

What are you doing here, Mitchie?

I was just picking up
my first EMPD paycheck.

Hey, how long have you and
Rosie been working together?

Since I got back. Why?

No, it's just you guys have
a really good thing going on.

I can see that, you know?

Uh-huh.

But I think you and I could
tear this town up, too.

We still looking for DunkCitySal?

Yeah, I...

He was meeting up with Johnny.
I just don't know where.

And these message boards aren't helping.

This Sal guy seems like he can...

He would pick a fight
with just about anyone.

"Listen up, jerkface.

Your time on earth is over.
Do you hear me?

I will bury you, then I will
dig you up..."

"then I will bury you again."

Yikes. The last time I
heard talk like that,

I was slinging drinks at a
biker bar in Jacksonville

to save up for med school.

Tuesday night was ladies night.

Not gonna lie.
I did not do as well as I hoped.

The sports bar.

- No, it was a biker bar named Smoky's.
- Shut up, shut up.

Johnny went to the same sports bar

Thursday, Sunday,
and Monday during football season.

Tuesday, Friday, Saturday,
and Sunday during baseball.

Always a few hours before games.

I think he was meeting Sal there.

You're gonna follow me in
that big truck of yours

no matter what I say, aren't you?

I call her Blue Thunder.

Of course you do.

Turnover! A big turnover!

Don't pretend to look at the menu,
Mitchie.

We're not undercover.

I'm not pretending. I just can't decide

between the slow-roasted
lamb tacos with curly fries

or the double-stacked
hand-formed bacon burger.

I'll get both, for the table.
It's my treat.

Your attempt to win over the EMPD

with artery-clogging foods

is a bit obvious, don't you think?

Well, I...

Just wait here.

Hi.

So, what's Mitchie doing here?

Oh, he was at the precinct
when I caught a lead.

Wait. I didn't call you.

How'd you know we were here?

He posted a photo and tagged you in it.
See?

You follow him on Instagram?

No, I don't. Pippy does. Okay?

Look, he's a pathologist.

There's no reason for him
to be in the field with you

on an investigation like this.

Can I get that on tape
and play it back to you?

Like, every day?

Okay, tell me the truth.

You choosing to work
with this guy over me?

Rosie,
I am allowed to see other pathologists.

- But what about these?
- Okay, you know what? Put those away.

- It's not funny anymore.
- No, what about this?

- It's not trying to be funny.
- Hi.

Have you seen these guys in here?

You know, I've never seen this one,

but this one comes in all the time,
usually with his friend.

We'd like to talk to that friend.

Sal? Yeah, he's here now somewhere.

Middle-aged white guy,
maroon jersey, kind of chunky.

Sounds like our guy.

Hey, Rose-man! What are you doing here?

I thought you weren't into, uh,
threesomes.

What am I doing here?

You know, I-I thought about it,

and I totally get what you were saying

about that third person showing up.

It can be kind of annoying.

I'm kidding. So what's our next move?

Him.

Looks like a heart
attack waiting to happen.

I think he'll stroke out first.

You guys really can't turn it off,
can you?

Heart attack.

Go! Go!

- East Miami PD!
- Oh!

- Hey!
- Just...

Villa, look out!

Get out of the car!

Get out the car!
Get on the ground! Now!

Give it up for Blue Thunder.

Come on, don't leave me hanging.

Yes.

Go ahead. Help yourself.

The, uh, the peanut butter
rums are my personal pref.

This is just my way of saying thank you,
guys.

Thank you so much for welcoming
me into the EMPD family.

And it's true what you heard... Ooh!

Blue Thunder saved the day today,
so, yeah.

Yeah. Here we go.

Villa, I think we got the wrong guy.

Rosie,
Sal admits to betting with these guys

and stopping by the yacht
the night of the murder,

and he had the money.

I saw thenar atrophy on Sal's palm.

I don't think his hand was
strong enough to strangle Dave.

You don't think he was strong enough,

or you can prove he didn't do it?

I can't prove it yet,
but my gut is telling me...

If Sal didn't kill these guys, then who?

Be honest, is this...
Is this about the case,

or is this really about Mitchie?

Come on, Villa, I need you to trust me.

Look, I wanted you to be right.

I wanted you to win this thing.

But you got to face facts.

It's over.

And I thought you had my back.

Having your back doesn't
mean agreeing with you.

Look, I have instincts, too,

and right now, they're telling me

you need to take a step back.

Hey, girl.

- Hey.
- Hey.

TMI, what are you doing here?

Well, um,
so Rosie's been really stressed out

with the whole Mitchie thing,

and he tried to give me some advice.

You know,
I'm not sure that I really understood.

But it was about threesomes.

And, you know, the point is,
you're in Pippy's life now,

and I just need to be Chardonnay.

Uh, are... Are you suggesting we...

A threesome? Oh, God, no.

No.

I'm still figuring out how two works.

Which I can't believe I just told you.

Look,
when you came back into Pippy's life,

I had really, really mixed feelings.

But without you,
Pippy may not have become

the woman that I've fallen in love with.

You're a part of her,

and I really want to
get to know you better,

and I want you to get to know me.

So...

Chardonnay.

And I also got us tickets

to a Destiny's Child tribute band.

I hear they do a really terrible
cover of "Bootylicious,"

but bad can be fun, right?

So do you want to go, like, just us?

And I can pick you up,
or you can drive separately.

But we don't have to work
out the details right now.

Wow.

Thank you.

It's a little early to be
hitting the bar scene, isn't it?

Glad to know you'll
still answer my texts.

- Look...
- No, no, no. Me first.

I know you feel like I
didn't have your back.

And I do think

the evidence against Sal
is pretty convincing,

but I trust your instincts.

Almost as much as I trust my own.

If you think we've got the wrong guy,

I'm not leaving until
we figure this out.

Besides...

I think we work better when
it's just the two of us.

Don't you?

So, no Mitchie.

No Mitchie.

Dug deep around The Gentleman.

It turns out his cell was pinging

off Miami towers five times this year.

So it was her first time in Miami,
but not his.

He lied to his wife. Why?

We knew they had money troubles.

And the trip was his idea.

And we also know that Johnny,
Sal, and Dave

were betting online together.

Sal and Johnny were high rollers.

They had money to burn.

My man Dave couldn't
play in that league.

One bad bet would have cost
Dave his entire savings.

So, while Johnny and Sal
kept on playing big...

Dave's marriage was falling apart.

Maybe he thought he
could just come to Miami

and get back his buy-in.

But of course,
they wouldn't give it to him.

Why would they?

So for the first time in his life,

Dave was desperate.

He came to Miami to get his life back

and ended up dead.

I think the answer's been in
front of us the whole time.

We're going back to the bodies, right?

We're going back to the bodies.

What have you got there?

The missing piece.

So how long's this gonna be?

Yeah, no wonder you needed

to go with a cheaper pathologist, right?

I mean, you keep investigating
after the case is closed.

Since these guys washed up on shore,

we spent all of our
time looking outwards.

Their lovers, their enemies, money.

But what we missed was on the inside.

But I took another look,

and now I know what really happened.

The night that he died,

Johnny No Pants was
celebrating his winnings

the best way he knew how.

The Gentleman arrived,

and he probably just wanted to talk.

Until he saw the money.

And that's when things got out of hand.

Johnny was already
beaten up pretty badly.

Johnny lost control.

Dave was looking for a weapon.

Any weapon.

Johnny was losing blood fast.

If he was gonna die,

he decided to take Dave with him.

And then the struggle really began.

Aah!

And the fight took them overboard.

Well, that's a...
That's a great story, Rosie.

I mean, it's a little elaborate,
but I liked it.

So, Johnny No Pants and The
Gentleman killed each other.

Any... Any proof you'd like to share?

Funny you should ask.

Rosie found this in Johnny's neck.

Mitchie identified it

as an undigested cannellini bean.

He was wrong.

I think I can identify a bean, you guys.

Well, it turns out the
fish weren't the only ones

taking a bite out of our victim.

It's the missing piece.

Aah!

He Mike Tysoned him.

Cannellini bean, huh?

And here's the kicker.

Both men were alive
when they hit the water.

If they would have worked together,

they might have survived,

but they wanted to win
so bad it killed them.

Welcome to Miami.

Look at the bright site.

You never have to see Mitchie again.

- Or his hair.
- Or his lab.

- Or his shoes.
- Or his face.

Hey, hey, that's my fellow pathologist

you're talking about there.

You know what I realized?

It's not just Mitchie
that threw off our mojo.

I haven't been around as much
since I started seeing Erica.

And it's not about me just going off

and doing the medicine thing

or you going off on your own
doing the detective thing.

We just can't let our lives
get in the way of our thing.

I mean,
'cause I am Dr. Beaumont Rosewood Jr.

But even the Beethoven
of private pathologists

could use a hand once in a while.

What did you say?

Can I record that and
play it back to you?

No, come on. I'm serious.

I am. Look, you and I...

We're better together.

It's like...

Please, don't... Don't say it.

No, it's like we're the
Beethovens of East Miami.

That doesn't even make sense.

Of course it makes sense.

You don't think it makes sense?

- No.
- It does.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Almost done.

Where's TMI?

Probably in bed watching "Cupcake Wars."

My baby needed a night off.

But, you know,
I am ready for a night on.

Hey!

You okay?

Look, Pipp.

The feelings I had for you
when we were together...

They never went away.

What?

The truth is,
I was trying to win you back.

It's probably my fault

TMI's been feeling like the third wheel.

But after I got a glimpse
of who she really is,

I realized...

You're with the right girl.

I know I am.

I can't stay here trying
to relive the past.

I've never lived anywhere
outside of Miami.

I think it's time.

Well, you don't have to leave.

Cassie, you're my oldest friend.

I'm sorry.

I need to start looking forward.

Well, just always, always know

that you have a friend in
Miami if you ever need one.

Yeah.

A couple of friends.

Ma?

Ma?

Hello?

Hmm. She's not here.

Hello?

Am I interrupting something?

No, no, no, no. Is everything okay?

Look, I know we're both
in a tough spot right now,

and if we keep trying to
get by on our own like this,

we both might drown.

I think we're better together.

Mami, I think we can be.

You, me, Enrique's, one hour.

Yes, okay, I'll see you there.

Adiós.

Ay. I have to go.

I have a date with my daughter.

You know, if Villa finds out about us...

I'm a dead man.

Yeah.

A bean.

Look, don't beat yourself up.

Go ahead, gloat.

No, hey, the important thing
is that we caught the killer.

You came out here to tell me that?

No, I need to know.

Pathologist to pathologist,

how'd you know the victims
were online gambling?

Ah.

I know you didn't get
it from the autopsy.

You remember the newspaper on the boat?

It was open to the sports page.

Mm-hmm.

It was the injury report.

Fans look at that on game day.

People betting look the day before.

Honestly, man, it was a Hail Mary.

I knew I was going up
against Miami's number-one,

- and I needed to win big, so...
- Well-played.

Yeah, well, not well enough

or I wouldn't be rolling
this thing out of town.

What about your lab back in Bay Point?

It doesn't exist.

Yeah, the only lab I got

is the one I'm sitting in right now.

It also doubles as my crash pad,
so that's...

That's pretty cool.

You know you're living the good life

when your house can
get a parking ticket.

I've got a lot of them.

I think if I get one more,
I'll get the boot.

So why pathology?

Why not work on the living?

You want to know the...

The first medical word I ever learned?

Myocardial infarction.

I was 12 years old,

and my parents were supposed
to pick me up from practice.

And a cop showed up instead.

He told me my dad had a
heart attack at the wheel

and swerved into oncoming traffic.

They didn't need me to I.D. the bodies,
but...

I wanted to.

- To know that it was real.
- Yeah.

When the police finally got tired

of me asking for the coroner's report,

they gave me a copy.

I read the thing front to back

and looked up every word
I didn't understand.

I still know the thing by heart.

Death has its own language, Rosie.

And I wanted to be able to speak it.

So, you think, uh...

You think Detective Villa

will cut me some slack
with these parking tickets?

Uh, nope, definitely not.

But I can do you one better.

You're very talented.

You need a real lab, like Magic City.

Come work for me.

Come on, man. I'll never be like you.

No, maybe not,

but you deserve to do
something that you love.

What do you say?

I say Mosie is back in business!

Don't ever use that word
again or you're fired.

Okay, all right, all right.
All right?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

- I-Is that...
- Yeah, that's him!

That's... You want to meet him?
His name's Charlie.

No, no, no. I'm good.

- You sure?
- Nope.

Hey, can I be on the billboard?

Absolutely not. No billboards.

It's Charlie.

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