All language subtitles for Rosewood.S01E09.HDTV.x264-KILLERS

♪ The drinks go down
and smoke goes up ♪

♪ I feel myself got to let go ♪

♪ My cares get lost
up in that crowd ♪

♪ That go up, up and away, yo ♪

♪ We live till we die ♪

♪ Live till we die ♪

♪ Live till we die ♪

♪ Slow down the lights ♪

♪ Eyes open wide ♪

♪ We live till we die ♪

♪ Live till we die ♪

♪ Live till we die ♪

♪ Live till we die ♪

♪ Live till we die ♪

♪ Live till we die ♪

♪♪

The limo was a little much.

Wow, one, you look amazing.

Two, GTO, top down, not great
for perfectly styled hair.

That does not apply to me.

Three, the Rosewoods
send limos for ladies.

Gentlemen's code,
especially on a date.

This isn't a date.

Technically, it's a date.

Technically, I don't do dates.

This is a favor for a friend.

If you look like that in Miami,
you do dates.

And by the way, I like that.

Like what?

Well, the way word "friend"

just rolls so easily
off your tongue these days.

No, really, because first
you recognize our friendship,

then you reconcile
with your mother.

Mm, "reconcile"
is a strong word.

Either way,
you are making progress.

(dance music playing)

Hey, ladies, good to see you.

Hey, we'll catch up later.

Neuropathy.

It's a tingling in your hands.

Annoying as hell.

What, me or the neuropathy?
Don't answer that.

It's probably a pinched nerve.

Need to relax
and savor this experience.

I'm savoring, trust me.

I mean, look, I've got the hair
and the shoes rocking.
You do.

Looks great.
I even got my nails done,
okay?

Yeah.
That's some serious savoring
I've got going on.

I should actually make sure

that security guard
does not need my help.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Villa,
he's got it covered, okay?

All of this...
Take a look, see all of this?

It's a work-free zone
tonight.

Seriously, Rosie,
why not choose a real date?

Someone who could truly
appreciate all of this with you?

All right, you want to be
like that, then fine, okay.

I got a mysterious invitation
from one of the designers.

Now, it's a woman who I'm sure
is lovely, but I never met.

And given my recent situation
with women from my past,

I figured...
You're not sure who's gonna walk
into your life.

See how we finish each other's
sentences like that?

That's special.
It really makes me feel good.

See, this friendship thing
is getting...

So I'm not here for pleasure.
I'm here for protection.

WOMAN: Champagne?

Why can't it be both?

♪♪

PIPPY: Cheers.
Cheers.

You ordered a bottle of Dom?

(laughing)
We cannot afford that.

Oh, yes, we can.

Now that you've accepted
an offer on your condo,

we're not paying
two mortgages anymore.

Right, you know what...

And I got you something.

♪♪

You got me something.
(chuckles)

♪♪

Oh.

What's wrong?

Oh, no, you thought
that was jewelry.

(laughs) Just... Just forget it.
Just forget the stupid key.

I love the key.
No, it's not the gift.

Um, I just...
I kind of...

had second thoughts
on selling my place.

I'm sorry. Uh...

champagne is already
making me hear things

that I really wish
I didn't just hear.

What did you say?

I-I get
that you're mad.

Mad?

Tara, why would I be mad, hmm?

We've been engaged
an entire year,

and someone is clearly
sending me the message

that their feet
are getting cold.

That is not it.

Can you just please hear me out?

No, I cannot.

I can only imagine
what you're gonna say next,

but I cannot imagine
sitting here one more second.

You...
You can't just...

So you enjoy your night
and your amazing condo.

Pippy!

♪♪

(Ellie Goulding's
"On My Mind" plays)

♪ Now I always hear,
always hear them talking ♪

♪ Talking about a girl,
about a girl with my name ♪

♪ Saying that I hurt you,
but I still don't get it ♪

♪ You didn't love me,
no, not really ♪

♪ Wait,
I could have really liked you ♪

♪ I'll bet, I'll bet that's why
I keep thinking 'bout you ♪

♪ It's a shame ♪

♪ You said I was good,
so I poured it down ♪

♪ So I poured it down ♪

♪ Now I don't understand it ♪

♪ You don't mess with love,
you mess with the truth ♪

♪ And my heart
don't understand it ♪

♪♪

(applause,
camera shutters clicking)

(cheers and applause)

Dr. Rosewood.
Please,
call me Rosie.

Hi, I'm Angela York,

one of Tressamo's
founding designers.

Congratulations. I have to say,
this is pretty impressive stuff.

Thank you.

All the credit goes to
our lead designer, Gigi Gaston,

who's requested your presence.

♪ So I poured it down ♪

Well, I'd love to be present.

Let's do it.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Uh, the invitation actually
only extends to Dr. Rosewood.

Uh, Angela, I'm sorry.

A gentleman never
leaves his date behind.

I'm sure I'll survive on my own,
and it's not a date.

I'm sure you're gonna be
leaving immediately.

No, no, me?
I'll be fine.

I'll just... Ooh, I'll flirt
with the greasehead at 3:00.

I love a guy that wears a blazer
with no shirt.

Villa, I'm gonna need you
to put your sarcasm on ice,

and don't arrest anyone.

Go backstage, make a Rosie
connection with Gigi.

I'll be waiting right here
or at home.

Go.

Sarcasm. Ice.

Backstage, go.

(camera shutter clicks)

♪♪

(dance music playing)

(chatter)

You did a great job.
I really loved you.

♪♪

Rosie.

Oh, please, come in.

(chuckles)

Oh. Mm. Wow.

It is so good to see you.

I'm sorry,
but have... have we met?

I'm sure
I would have remembered, but...

Well, it has been a while.

The last time we saw each other,

I had a mouth full of braces
and a very bad case of acne.

(chuckles)
Wait a minute,
no.

Little Georgeanne?

You had the braces
and the overbite and
the... and the pony...

Oh! (laughs)
Yeah.

But the braces have gone
the way of Georgeanne.

Okay, all right.

Just call me Gigi now.

Gigi Gaston, wow.
You know what?

Your new clothing line, amazing.

And I hear your company's
about to blow up.

Well, it's not too shabby

for a girl from the mean streets
of Overtown, right?

Well, the mean streets
of Overtown

obviously couldn't keep a woman
with your talents down.

Overbite Gaston.

(laughing) Stop.
(laughs)

No, I'm telling you, no.

I always knew
that you'd be something special.

You're amazing...

and still
so generous with your words.

Thank you.

You know, Rosie,
I asked you here for a reason.

Uhh...

You know, I'm flattered
and all that, but...

♪♪

Rosie, I need your help.

I think someone
is trying to kill me.

♪♪

The blisters are caused
by a bacterium.

We won't know how serious it is
until we run some tests.

When did you first notice them?

A few days ago.

Any other symptoms?

My sinuses have been acting up,
but that's not unusual.

Went to the doctor,

he sent me off with some
antibiotics and cortisone cream.

You said something about someone
trying to kill you?

Normally,
I wouldn't be concerned.

Then these arrived.

♪♪

Okay, we got to get you
to a hospital

and bring the police in
to investigate these letters.

Rosie, I came to you
because you're a doctor,

but also because you're someone
I remember as being trustworthy.

I was hoping that
as a pathologist,

you have police relationships

that can help me
keep this under the radar.

I'm a big fan of privacy,
but this...

My partners and I
have leveraged everything

to make Tressamo a success.

And after all
the in-fighting and drama,

we are finally
about to break through.

You know Skyline Boutiques,
right?

Oh, yeah, they make the best
silk ties and pocket squares.

Exactly.

We're about to sign
a major deal with them.

I'm still
not hearing a good reason

not to go with the police
with these letters and get
you to a hospital.

We had to convince Skyline that
we're a serious fashion house,

ready to take the next step.

If we do anything
to bring bad press our way,

the deal is dead.

I can keep this
on the D.L.,

but you're gonna have to do
exactly what I say.

♪♪

Ooh, this worries me.

A lot of effort
went into these letters.

And a lot went
into your look tonight.

That dress is fantastic.

Hey, I'm sorry
I ruined your date.
Villa doesn't date.

Oh, if you look like that
in Miami, you date.

That's what I said.
See?

How do you two know each other?

From school.

Rosie's not one to brag,

but he protected me
from this clique of bullies.

Nah.

Do you have any idea
who sent you these letters?

In this business,

I feel like I make an enemy
before my first cup of coffee.

Designers who are jealous
of my success,

suppliers who want
bigger percentages,

a few disgruntled
former employees.

You have partners, right?

Yes, Chuy and Angela.

But we're like family.

Dysfunctional, sure,
but still family.

Now, Chuy's got some bad habits,

but he's extremely savvy
when it comes to business.

What kind of bad habits?

All kinds, but he does his job.

It was his idea
to start our perfume line.

(buzzer)

Are you expecting someone?

Only the sharpest
medical mind I know.

(door opens)

Besides me, of course.

(chuckles)

Rosie rose, you call,
I come running.

Mike, whoa, look at
the tux. That's normally
not your style, is it?

Yeah, this is yours.

I mean, literally,
this is... this is yours.

Yeah,
th-that is my tux.

Yes, I had it tailored to fit.
How do I look?

You had my tux
tailored to fit you.

(laughs)
You know the deal, man.

You leave it at my house,
it's fair game.

Well, I tell you.

I just came
from this fundraising thing

at the hospital, so...

A tux and flip-flops.
Gonna be
a slight pinch.

That's a look that
can catch on in Miami. Ow.

Yeah, those wing tips
were killing me.

I like your fashion sense.

Well, good,
'cause I'm a fashion designer.

Gigi Gaston.

Oh, okay,
I'm Dr. Mike Boyce.

And that's Detective Villa.

Mike is a gifted
infectious-disease doctor.

He's also an overachiever who
spent three months in Liberia

during the Ebola crisis
saving lives.

And then he made a few quick
stops in Syria and Lebanon?

Yes, I like to go
where I'm needed.

I mean,
Rosie would do the same thing,

except they won't let him drive

that pineapple-colored car
that you're driving.

(laughter)
Oh.

This is coming from a man

who pushes himself around Miami
in a dime-a-dozen tank.

Okay, I'll have you know that
that D-110 tank

is a military-grade ride
that you, my brother,

will be wishing you had
when the next hurricane hits.

2.5 diesel,
Santana gear box,

110 Defender,
not a dime-a-dozen. I'm a fan.

♪♪

As am I.

I'm Mike.

Annalise.

Annalise.

All right,
it's good to meet you.

Mike, Mike, focus, focus.
That's not why I called you.
MIKE: Yes.

(sighs)

Okay, why did you call me?

Attempted murder.

Attempted mur...
Wow, okay.

Well, whose life is in danger?

That would be me.
Well,
how can I help?

Gigi, where are
your partners right now?

Uh, Angela's in the house
we all share,

and Chuy's on a flight to Milan
to open our flagship boutique.

Okay.

Rosie, keep me updated on
what you guys find.

And, uh, thanks for jumping in
to help us on this one.

Right.
My pleasure.

♪♪

My pleasure.

♪♪

♪ Let the music take your mind,
ooh ♪

♪ Just release,
and you will find ♪

♪ You're gonna fly away ♪

♪ Glad you're going my way ♪

♪ I love it
when we're cruising together ♪

Oh, yes, I know it's changing.

I know.
I... Uh...

Please tell me
my eyes aren't seeing this.

♪ Music was made for love ♪

Did I not teach you
how to knock?

♪ I love it
when we're cruisin' together ♪

It's late,
and I should be going.

Sam, you really...
You don't have to leave.

Yes, he does.

I'll text you.

♪♪

Dad has only been gone
two seconds,

and already Stella's
getting her groove back?

Young lady, you and I
need to have a serious talk

about boundaries and respect.

Now, please have a seat
because this is...

(sobs)

♪♪

Baby, what's wrong?

(crying)

♪♪

Right there, see?

That inflammation
in the back of your throat,

that's what concerns me.

It's not looking like
it's sinus-related.

Yeah.
Rosie's right.

There's a bacteria
in your system,

and it was most likely
administered orally.

So, I'm gonna need you
to sit tight.

It'll only take a minute
for this biopsy.

Aah.

See, each blister displays
a different level of agitation.

Which suggests she was exposed
repeatedly over a span of time.

You know, I have to say,

it seemed like you
and Detective Villa

had a moment there.

Well, actually,
we... we get that a lot.

Oh, I was talking
to Dr. Mike.

Oh, for real?

Y-Y-You felt that,
too?
Oh, yeah.

Oh, yes.

I know moments, and it didn't
really look like a moment to me.

Oh, then, you don't know what
you were looking at, brother.

Yeah, well, we need
to be looking at this
over here, anyway.

I see gram positive cocci
in chains.

Hey, Mike,
come take a look at this.

What is it?

♪♪

Is it bad?

Uh, it seems
you've been infected

by a rare flesh-eating bacterium
called Streptococcus Pyogenes.

The antibiotics that you
were taking for your sinuses

slowed the bacteria down,
but it didn't kill it.

So left untreated...

It can be lethal,
so I'm sorry, Gigi.

But you're gonna have to go
to a hospital,

and you're gonna have to go
right now.

Chuy Mendez, multiple arrests
for drug possession.

The other partner,
Angela York, is clean.

If something happens to
Gigi, all of her ownership
shares fall to them,

and with their new
Skyline deal...

Oh, the fancy place
with the fun threads.

The fun threads?

Yeah, you know, lingerie,
good-time nighties.

What?

There's a reason I been married
four times, Villa.

Look, the Skyline deal is gonna
make them multi-millionaires.

Hey, guys.
Hey,
where's Gigi?

At the hospital
with Mike.
Who's Mike?

A gifted
infectious-disease doctor.

♪♪

What?

He is.

Gigi's been systematically
infected over the last two weeks

by someone who's had
repeated access to her.

All right,
so suss out the partners.

Chuy's out of town,
so start with Angela.

I'll expedite a search warrant.

No, no need for the warrant.
Gigi and I go way back.

She already gave me a key

and the okay to go into
the house they work out of.

Keep me posted, then.

Gifted doc...

Okay, so what,
you... you want to stop by

a-and pick up Mike
on the way?

No, we can roll by the hospital,

maybe can, you know,
ride shotgun in his tank?

What do you think?

♪♪

We need to tag and bag
every cinching needle we find

and test them.

Maybe we can have Mike
fast-track test on them.

Mike?
What we need Mike for?

Pippy does
all my microbiology testing.

It's just
a-a thought.

You're the one
who brought him in on the case.

Well, I brought him in
to treat Gigi.

You been thinking a lot
about him.

You got a thing for my boy?

Nobody has a thing for anybody,
except for maybe Gigi.

I mean, she's had a crush on you
since high school.

That was a long time ago.

If you ask me,
she's still carrying a torch.

No, she needs me.
There's no torch.

She wants you.

Hot, burning torch.

The wine is still cold.

Someone was just here.

♪♪

Villa!

(sighs)

(coughing)

Police, hands in the air, now!

Stay right there, Chuy!

♪♪

♪♪

You know her?
Angela York.

She's an old friend's
business partner and housemate.

You note the froth?
Classic sign
of drowning.

I'm gonna call Hornstock,
see if I can get the okay
to have her sent to my lab.

A friend of yours
is a friend of mine, Rosie.

I'll personally deliver her
to your lab.

Thanks, Neil.
I appreciate it.

Yeah, you know, I-I'll talk to
you when you're sober.

Go, take him.
(sighs)

Chuy's bombed,
too drunk to interrogate.

Claims he was partying
the last two days,

that's why he missed his plane
to Milan.

Yeah, well, his partner's dead.

Yeah, and the other one's
in the hospital.

It's looking pretty bad for him.

We'll hit him harder at the
station after he's dried out.

Who you calling?

Mike... giving him a
heads up we're coming
to give Gigi the bad news.

So, you guys exchanged numbers?

With the doctor
working on the case, yes.

The last time I checked, I was
the doctor working on the case.

♪♪

Is that...
Th-that's funny?

I went to med school, too.

You know, me?

(tea kettle whistling)

Who sent you flowers?
Oh, my God.

They're from old boy
from last night.

(scoffs)
He was just here 10 hours ago.

Maybe you should tell him that
being thirsty is unattractive.

They're not from Sam,
and there's nothing wrong

with a man showing
his appreciation for a woman

by sending her flowers.

No, Doug is just
a new friend, so...

Wait, Doug?

Who is Doug?
Mom!

Exactly how many new friends
do you have?

And don't let Rosie
see those flowers.

Best not show those lilies.

You've got the wrong person.

Evidence says otherwise.

Easy, Gigi.
Your vitals just spiked.
I don't care!

(voice breaking) Rosie,
this is not why I came to you!

Can you guys
give us a minute, please?

Listen, I know this is a lot
to digest.

Whoa, wait. No, no, what are
you doing? What are you doing?

I need to get out of here.

Chuy needs an attorney,

and funeral arrangements
need to be made.

Gigi, we need you to stay here

until we know the new treatment
is working.

Just be patient.

♪♪

(sighs)

MIKE: The tingling's
in your right arm?

VILLA:
Yes, it drives me crazy.

Yeah, I can relate.

Years of mountain climbing,
parasailing, extreme sports.

MIKE:
Kind of my thing.

(inhales sharply)
Aah.
Yeah, see, that pinched nerve,
it's not in...

Her neck, no, it's not.
It's likely from the...

Median nerve,
which runs through your arm.

Probably caused by...
Firing a weapon or fending off
potential suitors.

(laughs)

Remember, I mentioned it to you
back at the fashion show?

I-It doesn't
ring a bell.

No?
How's Gigi?

She's just adjusting
to the news.

ROSEWOOD:
Got to keep an eye on her.

She's trying to get out of here,
go help a friend, you know.

Mike?
Yeah?

Gigi.
Got to keep an eye on Gigi.

Yes, Gigi, of course.

I am on it,

and I will let you know
if her condition changes.

You, young lady,
need to keep that arm elevated

and try to find a pro
to massage those nerve endings.

Me.

(giggles)

What?

You're smiling.

I always smile.
No,
you don't always smile.

You smiling
is like a solar eclipse.

Yeah, it's rare and noteworthy.

Oh, well, maybe that's only
when you're around.

Your business partners
aren't faring too well, Chuy.

Them out of the way,
you stand to be a very rich man.

How long are we gonna go over
the same thing?

You ever see Godfather 1 and 2
back to back?

A long freakin' time.

So, talk to me, fashion king.

Wait, do you need to change
into your confession clothes

or something?

Hey.

Don't worry about
what I'm wearing, okay?

This is nice, okay?

(chuckles)

Here's something that'll wipe
that grin off your hipster face.

The needles
we found at the house

tested positive
for the same bacteria

that put Gigi in the hospital.

She had a habit of putting them
in her mouth,

so you contaminated them.

You don't know
what you're talking about, mano.

Well, enlighten me, mano.

Is this your stationery
and handwriting?

Didn't know you can go
to jail for writing a
thank-you note too late.

You the etiquette police?

No, you're going to jail

because this note was written
on 40-pound, uncoated,

linen-grade Strathmore,
the same stationery used

to write these little beauties.

Hear that?

You ready to put pen
to fancy paper

and write out your confession?

There's no scratches
on Chuy's body.

You drag a woman into a pool
and drown her,

there's usually some sign
of struggle on the perp.

Well, unless you try...

Unless she was already
unconscious when she went in.

(groans)

You know, Mike's only a phone
call away if you want a massage.

Would you stop it?
No, I'm just saying.
What?

No, you're being weird
because I'm curious

about the guy you brought in
to help with the case.

So, you admit
that you're interested?

Um, curious, not interested.

Well,
"interested" means "curious."
Not in my book.

Well, my book is a
thesaurus, which means
I'm right and you're...

Curious.

(door opens)

I need both of you to be
brutally honest with me.

Is there something wrong
with what I'm wearing?

GIGI:
Who's in charge?
What the hell?

I want to talk
to whoever's in charge.
What the hell's
going on?!

Where's Detective Villa?

Why is she out of the hospital?

Easy, easy, she's stable,

and I actually brought her here
so I can monitor her.

I can't keep her anywhere
against her will.

You need to release Chuy now.

We were about to buy Angela out
of the company and let her go.

He has no motive to kill her.

Hate to be the bearer
of bad news, lady, but
he wanted you both dead.

Well, I want to talk to him.
Where is he?

Well, he's on his way to a jail
cell, being booked for murder.

(gasps)

Gigi?

♪♪

(grunts)

MAN:
We got a runner!

(indistinct shouting)

♪♪

(groans)

♪♪

(laughs)

Chuy, I have to ask
because it happens to me a lot.

What goes through
an idiot's mind

just before he runs away
from a cop

inside a precinct
full of other cops?

I'm not an idiot, okay?

I know how things look.

I just needed to get out of here
and figure things out.

So, let's figure things out,
okay?

We pulled a fingerprint
off one of the wine glasses

that belongs to you,

but the print we pulled off
the second glass is a mystery.

Who else was at the house
with you?

See that look on Chuy's face?

This is where Villa breaks him.

She's gifted in this department.

She's gifted
in a lot of departments.

Whew.

♪♪

He's developing a thing
for Villa.

Mikey, you're consulting
on a case here.

Behave accordingly.

Yeah, yeah, of course.
Of course.

Real quick,
hypothetically speaking.

All right, let's say me
and Villa, we go camping.

Is she the rough it out type
like me,

or is she like the glamping
type, like old boy over here?

So, you got jokes?
That's what this is?

You got jokes?
I'm just saying.

You know, you should be happy
I showed up to that campsite

with more
than a Swiss Army knife.

You would have stayed
wet and hungry.

I had a friend over,
all right, a guy.

Gigi doesn't know
about us.
Why would Gigi care
who you date?

Normally, she wouldn't,
but I was with Ian.

Who's Ian?

Ian Hunter...
Rival designer.

Gigi hates him,

even had him kicked out
of the fashion show yesterday.

Why the bad blood?

There was this huge bake-off,
right,

with Gigi's designs
going up against Ian's.

Big department-store deal.

Gigi won.

Ever since then, the vibe
between them has been nasty.

So, you take Gigi and Angela out

and clear the way
for you and Ian

to be the fashion kings
of Miami.

No,
it's not like that.
So,
what is it like?

Look...

I'm a good designer,
but Gigi is transcendent.

Without her, I'm just another
scrub in the fashion district,

squeaking out a living.

♪♪

Ian's got to be setting me up.

Look, it's the only thing
that makes sense.

He must have stolen
my stationery and sent
those death threats.

So, where is Ian now?

I don't know.
I-I passed out.

When I woke up, he was gone,

and you and that gorgeous guy
were in my backyard.

♪♪

An APB on Ian Hunter,
ASAP, please.

Yeah.

♪♪

Oh. Hey.

I used to be just like you
10 years ago.

A few pounds lighter,
between wife number one and two.

I used to have a way
with the ladies.

Yeah?
I mean, yeah.

There was this one summer,

I was dating
so many different women,

I'd pen their name on my wrist

just so I knew which dame
I was on a date with.

(laughs)

Guys like you and me

have no business
dating a woman like Villa.

Sliding her into your rotation
isn't gonna fly.

You hear me?

Cap, Cap.
Hey, Rosie.

Mike's not like that.

Yeah,
I'm not like that.
Yeah,
what's he like?

Well, you know, he loves women,
but he's not a dog.

Love women, not a dog.
And he's a rare breed
of doctor.

I mean, if a call comes in
right now and they need

an extra set of hands for some
overflow refugees in Europe...

I would be on the first plane
to Turkey.

You vouch for him?

He's all right.

No, do you vouch for this guy?

You vouch for me?

Do you vouch for me?

Yeah, every day of the week,
twice on Sundays.

See?
Twice on Sundays.

(chuckles)

♪♪

Lucky me.
Yeah,
why don't you take that?

I got that for you,
high in protein.

(clears throat)

Wow, that's a lot of heat

for a guy that hasn't even
asked a girl out yet.

Well, you know, he's just a
little overprotective of Villa.

You think?

So, uh (clears throat)
what about you?

What?
No, I mean, come on.

You know, it's none
of my business, you know?

(chuckles)

She's a grown woman, capable
of making her own decisions.

Okay, here we go.

Here we go?

Look, hey,
let me tell you something.

(chuckles) You go ahead
and do your thing, okay?

That's it, do your thing.

Okay.
I'm good.

All right.
I'ma do my thing.

♪♪

Rosie, I'm waiting on the APB
for Ian to come through.

I just...

♪♪

Mike.
Hey.

How did you know I was here?

Well, a little bald birdie
told me

that this is where you hang out

when you're in
a holding pattern, so...

Hornstock?

A little bald, black birdie.

Mm.
(chuckles)

♪♪

(gasps)
Is this a souvenir
from your takedown?

I've had worse.

Word?

What, like a knife fight,
bullet wounds?

Is this really
what you want to talk about?

Bruises and scars?

Well, yeah. I mean,
every scar has a story.

Right, like this one right here,
whoa, this is a crazy story.

I mean, I'm actually lucky

that I'm sitting here
next to you today.

I think this is the moment where
you actually tell the story.

Well, actually,
the story's too long.

Plus,
it's best told over dinner.

Wow.

I mean,
I was thinking like a bonfire,

North Beach, cold beer,

I could snorkel out,
catch us some lobster.

Oh, so you're actually gonna
swim out and catch them, too?

Oh, yeah,
I-I can swim, girl.

Th-that's how
I get down.

(laughs)

Am I trying too hard
to impress you?

No, no, you think so?

(laughs) All right, guilty.
Guilty as charged.

I figure,
leave it all out in the field,

right, especially if I get
the answer that I want.

♪♪

I mean,
I get that it's probably weird,

given your relationship
with Rosie.

Hold on. Did you guys have
a conversation about me?

I mean, he's my boy.
He's my best friend.
(cellphone rings)

Excuse me.
Mm-hmm.

Detective Villa.

♪♪

Okay, I'm on my way.

I'm sorry, I got to...
I got to go.

Yeah, yeah. So, this whole
beach lobster thing,

is that a pass, or...

I didn't say that.

Oh, okay.

Okay.

DONNA: Hey!

Why didn't you tell me Mike was
in town helping with this case?

I love Mike.
I haven't
had a chance.

Yeah, well, where is he?
I'm overdue for my hug.

Don't know. If I had to guess,
he's with Villa.

Ooh,
do I detect a tone?
No, no, no,
there's no tone.

I heard a tone.
I invented the tone.

What,
are they not getting along?

Actually, quite the opposite.

Ooh, and how do you feel
about that?

(laughs)
How do I feel?

I feel fine, okay?
And there's no tone.

One more time,
how do you feel about that?

Okay, I'm an adult.

I need you to stay out
of my personal business,

just like I stay out
of your personal business.

You got personal business.

Me?

What is it?
What...

♪♪

Scans and X-rays,
please.

Yep.

Water in the lungs confirms
my preliminary conclusion

that she drowned.

This hemorrhaging in the brain,
TMI, did you get the...

Yep, right side of her head, a
contusion the size of an orange

and subdural hematoma
with a midline shift

and secondary herniation.

Tricky.

I also found an abrasion on
her right arm two inches long.

Pippy, where are we
with the toxicology?

Uh, results are coming shortly.

There's too much tension.

It's too quiet.
That worries me. What's up?

You always are complaining
that we talk too much,

and now that we are
all business, that's a problem?

Yes, there is a problem.
Let's air it out. I'll mediate.

Uh, no, thank you.
That's not necessary.

Just change the subject.

I walked in on our mom having an
evening with a man last night.

An evening?
See, I knew something was up.

Where'd this
run-in happen?

Oh, at the house.

At the house?
The one we grew up in,
yeah.

She went on a date with a guy,
brought him home,

and he was young, too!

He's not that young.
He just has a baby face.

How would you know that?
You weren't there.

Well, I may or may not
have helped your mom

set up her Tinder account.

You put mom on a hookup site?

Hold up, no, no, combining
the words "mom" and "hookup"

in the same sentence
needs to stop.

(computer beeping)
We're gonna deal
with this later.

Pippy,
what was Angela's body temp

when she was pulled
from the pool?

101.

Which is really high.
Was the pool heated?

Who heats a pool
to 100-plus degrees in Miami?

Nobody.
Run a throat culture, stat.

(cellphone beeps)

♪♪

She's right over there.
She's third.

(cellphone rings)

(cellphone beeps)
Make it fast,
Rosie.

Angela was sick
at the time of her death,

infected by
the same bacterium as Gigi.

We're checking now to see if
the same needles were the cause.

Okay, you ready?
I hear a crowd.
Where are you?

Backstage at a fashion event,
tracking down Ian Hunter.

So, you're at a fashion event
without me.

Okay, so, that's how it is?

I mean, I brought you
as a date to my event,

and I even sent a limo
for you.
It wasn't a date.

(chatter)

Oh, okay, yeah, whatever.
I'll be there in 20.

Minutes?
Save yourself the trouble.

This thing
is going down right now.

Thing, what thing?
I-I want in on that thing.

Ian Hunter?

♪♪

Hey, we just want
to talk to you.

He's got a gun!

(screaming)

Let me go,
and I won't hurt anyone!

I didn't kill anyone!
I got this.

No, I got this.
You got the last one.

Everything is gonna be
all right, honey.

(gunshot)

(screaming)

Make sure she's all right!

(sighs)
Shouldn't I still be
in the hospital?

Don't worry about that.

We know you sent
the threatening letters to Gigi.

Yeah, I sent the letters,
but I didn't kill anyone.

An innocent man doesn't pull
a gun and take a hostage!

Look, I knew you guys would try
and use the letters against me,

and I panicked, all right?

The only reason
I sent the letters

was because I wanted to rattle
Gigi and throw her off her game.

Rattle?

No, no, I think
you wanted to destroy her

for taking over that fancy
Skyline deal away from you.

I bet you sit up at night,

pissed that Tressamo's
about to roll in the cash

while you're stuck
peddling your merchandise

at the Opa Locka flea market.

The Opa what?

Opa Locka flea market.

I'm confused, are you saying
"Locka" or "locker"?

Locka, Locka, like lock you
up the rest of your days for
murder, you get it now?

And your weapon of choice,
Streptococcus Pyrogenics...

Where'd you get it?

What did you call it?

You really want
to do this again?

No,
i-it's Streptococcus Pyogenes.

We use that and E. coli
in the perfume-making process.

So, you admit
to working with the exact stuff

that infected Gigi.

I want a lawyer.

♪♪

Rosie,
I think we're gonna nail Ian.

He had access to the bacteria
that's used in...

Perfume,
yeah, I know.
Of course you do.

Yeah, here's the thing.

Pippy called,

said Angela's throat culture
came back negative.

Which means?
Which means
that Angela and Gigi

were not infected
in the same manner.

I'm flying back to the lab
to revisit the body,

see if I can figure out
how that bacteria got in there.

Hey, why don't you meet me?

No, I got to go do my own thing.

I got to look for a murder
weapon in a perfume lab.

Everything okay
with you and Mike?

Uh, yeah, why wouldn't it
be okay with Mike?

I don't know.
I thought it might be awkward.

He asked you out,
you shoot him down, you know.

I didn't shoot him down.

I-I'm sorry,
t-the top's down in the GTO.

I thought you said
you didn't shoot him down.

Yeah, I didn't.
I said maybe.

Maybe?
Wow, okay.

All right, well, that's another
step in the progress continuum.

But, you know, you're not really
a maybe kind of girl.

If you want to say yes, I mean,
just go ahead and say yes.

I... No,
I got to go.

♪♪

Why are you hiding out
in my office?

'Cause I don't want
to be down there

looking
at Little Miss Matchmaker.

I thought we were
on the same page, you know?

Moving forward.

TMI is holding back.

I mean,
whether it's selling her place,

setting a wedding date...

TMI is always holding back.

You've got to give that girl
some time, Pippy.

Time, mom?
Really, like, time?

It's been over two years.

Two years where she hasn't seen
or heard from her family.

What does that have to do
with anything?

Everything.

She chose to love you
and lost her family.

Mom, TMI insists that she's fine

with the way things are
with her family.
Really?

Would everything be all right
if you lost us?

(sighs)

Okay, so then,
why doesn't she just come

and talk to me
to tell me how she really feels?

Because she's trying
to protect you

from the fact that loving you
is causing her pain.

You've just got to give her
a little bit more time, baby,

to get on the same page as you.

She'll get there.

Pip,
I'm gonna need you to run...

It's okay, it's okay.
I can run the test.

Pippy's a hothead.

She's gonna calm down
once all of this is...

No, she has every right
to be mad at me.

Hell, I'm mad at me.

Ooh, Rosie,
there's a high concentration

of catalase negative
and gram-positive bacteria

in the sample.

I just got back
from the perfume lab.

Guess who was the only person
to visit the lab recently?

I don't need to guess.
I know who the killer is.

Shouldn't you guys be, like,

rushing out
to go arrest the killer?

The killer is here.

Angela's the killer?
VILLA:
Gigi and Chuy

were carrying Angela
as dead weight for years.

Just when they were about to
take things to another level...

They decided to buy Angela out
and cut her loose.

But Angela figured out they
were planning on ditching her,

so she tried
to get rid of them first.

By killing Gigi
and framing Chuy...

Angela knew of Gigi's habit of
sticking needles in her mouth.

So, she contaminated Gigi's
pin cushion with the bacteria

that she stole from the perfume.

And accidentally
infected herself

with the substance
through a scratch in her arm.

Angela probably
didn't even know she was sick

until it was too late
and the symptoms kicked in.

High fever, delirium,
loss of motor skills.

Did I miss something?
No,
I think you hit it all.

I also found
a large contusion on her head.

Which suggests Angela fell, hit
her head, landed in the pool.

Where she drowned
and met her eventual fate.

You two share the same brain
or something?

(cellphones vibrate)

It's Gigi.

She's back in the hospital.

Well, get out of here.

What happened?
Chuy found her
passed out at home.

Blood pressure's 70 systolic.

Open up the fluids.
10 mcgs per kg dopamine.

She's going into warm shock.

'Crit is 20.
MIKE:
2 units of pack cells.

NURSE:
Blood pressure's still dropping.

She's going into arrest.
You need to double the dopamine.

We got this,
Rosie.
(flatline)

V-fib!
All right,
go, go, go!

Come on.

Charging.

Clear!

No pulse.
Starting CPR.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One amp of epi.
No,
five amps of epi!

Five's gonna kill her.
We got this, Rosie.

Actually, no,
you don't got this.

One amp is not gonna be enough
to bring her back.

One, two, three.

All right, fine.
Five, five, do it.

Give her five, she'll code.

She's already coding,
give her five, I said!

Do it.

One, two, three.

♪♪

Hold compression.

(flatline)

I got a pulse.

(monitor beeping)

♪♪

Welcome back.

What happened?

Your body rejected
one of the antibiotics,

which caused you
to go into shock,

but you're good now.

Thank you.
I'd like
to take all the credit,

but Mike had
a little bit to do with it.
(laughs)

Not just for this, Rosie.

What are
you talking about?
Come on, you know.

For sticking up for me
back in the day,

when that kid
used to pick on me,

made fun of how big I was,
the braces.

Greg Finneran.

Mm.
(chuckles)

You beat him up pretty good.

Yeah, well, I tried to negotiate
with that fool,

but he wanted to use his fists,
so I used mine.

You know, I went looking for you
to thank you,

but you weren't at school.

I assumed you'd gotten suspended
for fighting,

but... that wasn't it,
was it?

No, I was in the hospital.

Had some heart complications.

But you came back stronger.

Yes, I did, and you will, too.

Yo, Rosie, hold up.

Look, I know things got
a little hectic in ICU, so...

Yeah, my bad.

I probably shouldn't have stuck
my nose in there like that.

No, no, no, no. Your instincts
are always spot-on,

and today, I mean, you helped
save Gigi's life, so...

Well, I may have pushed, but
ultimately, it was your call.

Well, I got to say,

being in the trenches
with you today took me back.

Took you back
to the old days, right?

(laughs)
Yes, man.
Med school.

Getting screamed on
by Dr. Frankenstein.

Oh, he made my first year
a living hell.

(laughs)
I know he did.

I hear the old man's
still terrorizing the interns

at John Hopkins.

Crazy,
he was tough.
He was terrible.

But we still
did our thing, right?

Time of my life.

All right, man.
All right, good job.

Yes, sir.
Later.

♪♪

(inhales deeply)

Do this, okay.

(ringing)

MAN: You've reached
the Izikoff residence.

Leave a message,
and we'll call you right back.

Mom, dad. It's me.

Tara. Obviously.

Um, I'm calling to let you know
that I'm selling my place

and I'm moving in with Pippy.

I'm getting married.

Pippy and I are getting married.

It's... been a while since
we've talked, over two years.

(voice breaking) I'd really love
to hear from you,

but I accept that
that probably won't ever happen.

I mean, I'm trying
to accept that, I just...

I just wish
it didn't have to be this way.

I miss you both.

Bye.

(cellphone beeps)

♪♪

(sighs)

Well, at least one of my
children remembers how to knock.

Well, stop craning your neck,
for goodness sake.

Come on in.
I'm alone.

Good.

These are for you.

Oh, proteas.

You remembered I love proteas.

Actually, it was Pippy
who remembered. (chuckles)

She actually picked them out.

Ah, I see.

Suppose she also told you that
I was on a date the other night.

Yeah, she might have
mentioned that.

She thinks
that I shouldn't be...

How did she
so elegantly put it?...

Be getting my groove on so soon

after things with your father.

Well, let me tell you something.

For the record,
that never happened.

Good.

Is it going to happen
until I'm ready for that.

No, no, I-I'm good.
(chuckles)

No more worries.

(chuckles)
I'm good.

This has got to be so weird
for the both of you,

and, baby, I'm so sorry.

Listen, you do not have to
explain yourself to us, okay?

Whatever makes you happy,
Pippy and I support you 100%.

No matter what.
Where is Pippy?

How come she's not here
to tell me this in person?

Oh, she and TMI are on a date.

Yeah, trying to make sure
they're both on the...

The same page.

Exactly, which is why
you're all mine tonight.

It's me and you.

I am taking you out,
anywhere you want to go.

You did not just say any...
Did you say anywhere?

Let me think about it.

Yeah, I said
anywhere you want to go.

Baby, baby, baby.

Brother, brother, brother.

Your mama is gonna spend
your money tonight.

That's what
I wanted to do.
Where we going?

I'm not dressed, though.

That's okay.
You want to go buy something?

I said anywhere.
Hey.

Where's my son?
Who kidnapped my boy and...

(laughs)
You know I love you.

And where did...
What did you do with him?

(laughs)

(Alice Russell's
"Twin Peaks" plays)

(sighs)

♪ Here am I sleepwalking
in the night ♪

♪ Take what's yours ♪

♪ Just leave me be ♪

Progress.

♪ You make me chase you ♪

♪ Yes, something is wrong ♪

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