All language subtitles for Rosewood S02E05 WEBRip FOX NOW {Spirochete and Santeria}

Thank God Mom can swim,
'cause she's clearly

gone off the deep end.

I mean, bro,
this Gerald guy,

he's as guilty
as your head is bald.

Which is why now
is the time to sit her down

and extract her
from this situation.

Donna Rosewood, our mother,
the reason we're on this planet,

has never been extracted
from anything.

Until now.
I don't get it.

She's not crazy, okay?

So obviously this guy --

he's telling her
something that makes sense.

Well, he's charming,
he's smart, he's persuasive.

He's a sociopath that's
preying upon a vulnerable woman.

No, we are
missing something.

Okay, then go.

Dig through everything
and figure out what that is.

All right, well,
you dig with me.

I've already tried.

She's not listening to me,
so maybe she'll listen to you.

You're
the deciding vote, Pipp.

All right,
well, no pressure. Great.

You should
probably pay that.

-See you later.
-Great.

Excuse me.

I think you forgot to charge me
for the cherry limeade.

Want to tell my manager?

Dandelions.

Uh, Crimson Clover!

Are we randomly yelling out
wildflower names or...?

Well, the swelling on your
palms, tops of your hands.

Dandelion greens, they reduce
the edema in your soft tissue.

Let me guess, you play...

Volleyball.
...volleyball.

Oh, so is that
your move?

You just go around
reading people's bodies?

Cute bar trick.

Mine is, uh, making men
feel uncomfortable.

How am I doing?

I'm just messing with you.

Your face, though.
I'm sorry.

I'm actually --
I'm actually very impressed.

No, no, I'm impressed. I'm
impressed 'cause you're good.

You're very good.
You had me going.

So what do you say?

Lummus Park Beach,
me, you, the sun, snacks.

We volley, we set,
we spike, I win.

Oh, you play?

'Cause it looks like you, uh,
moisturize your hands

with brown sugar and honey.

That's exactly what I do.

Well, you know, I got to
protect the tools.

You seen that scene
in "Top Gun?"

On the beach, you know,
Maverick, Goose, Slider --

all those guys
playing volleyball?

-Mm-hmm.
-I put those dudes to shame!

-Really?
-No. No, I don't.

But I'm a fast learner,
and maybe you can teach me.

Maybe...

some other time.

-Yeah, yeah.

That was also the Halloween
where I learned

it was illegal to impersonate
an officer.

Mitchie, you're wild.

Thank you.

Hey, Rosie.

Maybe you could help me.

Uh, you might not
be the right person

to answer
this question, but...

Oh, no, he is.
Take it from me.

It's sort of
a relationship thing.

Oh, you know I'm the person
to talk to about that stuff.

Uh, Rosie,
I'll see you upstairs.

Christa,
it was a fun talk.

Yeah, it was.
Talk to me.

Well, I met this guy online,
and he wants me to be a Sub --

You know I'm not the one
to talk to about this stuff.

Dr. Rosewood.
A moment of your time?

Christa, get our friend
some water.

How can I help you?

I need you to do
an autopsy for me.

Obviously this is
for someone very special.

Your wife?

A child?

It's for me.

In 24 hours,
I-I'm gonna be dead.

What's your name?

Doug.

Doug Russell.

Is someone
threatening you, Doug?

-Someone followed you here?
-No. Yes.

I mean...
it's everywhere.

Always.

The people.
The fire.

-The fire?
-Yes, they're following me.

Maybe we should bring someone
in to help, like the police.

No! No.

No police,
do you hear me?

Listen, if you want my help,
you're gonna need to talk to me.

Please just take the money

and solve my murder.

-That's big.

Yeah.

Hey, Rosie,
uh, this is --

Dr. Adrian Webb.
The new M.E.

I got to say,
you're a lot better dressed

than the other
detectives here.
I'm not a detective.

Um, Villa, can
I borrow you for a second?

It's about a case.

Wait, I'm sorry,
now I'm confused.

-Dr. Beaumont Rosewood, Jr.
-He's a private pathologist.

Yeah, I'm sure you've seen the
billboards all over the place.

Look, um, Villa, it's kind of
urgent. So can I have a sidebar?

Let me think.
No, I haven't. Sorry.

Oh, I get it.
New in town, right?

No worries. Villa?
PowWow.com. ASAP.

Born and raised,
actually.

Rosie probably has a picture on
his phone he can show you.

Actually, I have
a picture on my phone

of a guy who just
came to see me.

He had a suitcase
full of money

talking about how
someone wants to kill him.

Ooh, bizarre!

Yes, very.
Where is he now?

He just ran out.

That's why I need you
to help me find him

to make sure there's no truth
to what he's saying.

Okay.
Wait, he's not dead?

No. No, he's --
he's not dead.

And you're a pathologist.

Let me break this down
for you, Adrian.

Um, I'm not just
a private pathologist.

I'm Villa's
de facto partner.

So we solve cases, put away
the bad guy, that sort of thing.

So don't be surprised
if there's not a lot

of Villa's cases
coming your way.

Okay, thank you, goodbye.
Villa?

Yep. Nah, that's cool, man.
Look, I'm new here.

Don't want to
step on any toes.

Villa, you know
where to find me.

Yeah, and you know,
where to find -- I'm up --

Bullpen. Yeah.

Yes.
No, I got it.

So, that was
interesting downstairs.

You and Adrian.

What?

I was just -- I was just
introducing myself.

Oh, okay, okay.
Since when do you just

introduce yourself
to people?

Yeah, yeah.
That's what I'm talking about.

Okay.

Doug Russell.

35, organ donor, divorced.

Oh, this is interesting.

Guy's been lodging two,
sometimes three complaints

a week for
the last nine months

against everyone
and anyone in his life.

They're weird, too.

Say anything about
a fire or being burned?

Yes.
Lots of fire talk.

And here's one about
the sun not setting anymore.

Rosie, the guy's a paranoid
conspiracy theorist.

But who just hands over
100 grand on a hunch?

A paranoid
conspiracy theorist.

Okay, look, I get it,
but I am telling you,

I looked into his eyes.

He truly believes
he's in danger.

And I got to say
my gut is telling me

that I think
he may be right.

Sounds like
this guy needs a doctor

that works on the living.

Agreed, but Rosie
has a strong feeling --

Hey! Ira!
Get in here!

-All hands on deck!
-What do you got?

Uh, Rosie, gut feeling.

Weird guy isn't dead,
but might be soon.

And when Rosie has
a -- a feeling,

he's usually right.

Can I record what you just
said for posterity?

So, so hilarious.

Ira, what do you think?

Oh, I get it.
I tell you what I think,

you tell me
it's a terrible idea,

and how I should
move my stuff

back down to the basement,
right?

Well, actually, I just figured
that you were the Captain

for years, which means
you have your finger

on the pulse of their instincts
better than I do.

So, I value your opinion
in this particular scenario.

Okay. Yeah.
I agree with them.

I mean, sure this guy seems
a few pills short

of a full prescription, but...

Look, the last thing you need
your first month on the job

is an avoidable death.

So, if it were me,
I'd send them out.

Have Villa put eyes on him
and see what she thinks.

You must have been
a great Captain, Ira.

You always have
your people's backs.

Hey.

I respect
the hell out of that.

Yeah.
Go to work, guys.

Okay.

Something stinks
of a setup.

I mean, since when does
Slade do a shake and lock?

Well, maybe he's
turned a corner.

Yeah, shake and lock
was kind of weird.

Yeah, well, whatever it is, we
need to use it to our advantage.

This Doug guy makes
muffins over on 14th.

I think I need to ask him
a few questions.

Doug Russell?

Must be somewhere
in the back.

You know, I don't
understand red velvet.

It doesn't
taste like anything.

You eat with
your eyes, Villa.

The rich ruby red entices
certain parts of the brain.

So in essence,
it's not really about taste.

And honestly, the more
I think about it,

he's a really nice guy.

What? Who? Slade?

-Adrian.
-Oh, again with him?

Look, I'm just glad

there's another respectable
person at the EMPD.

An M.E. who seems to really have
a good head on his shoulders.

Oh, not that you're being
even the least bit sincere.

Stop it!
He really does.

Big step up
from what we had.

And that's
exactly my point.

I'm just saying,
genetically speaking,

you two are
a very nice match.

EMPD!

You know, you're just upset
that he's not a member

of your fan club, like the rest
of the crew down there.

Please, he'd kill to be
a member of my fan club

because our monthly mailers
are legit.

Yeah.

He's dead.

You don't seem surprised.

My brother didn't
believe in banks.

So he paid for
everything in cash.

Probably had this buried on
his property, for a rainy day.

I'm sorry, but this is an awful
lot of money for a baker.

No. Baking was his passion,
but he made his money in tech.

He sold a tracking app
to some Internet company

two years ago for millions.

Really?

Well, you should
take this with you.

Your brother asked me
to help him,

and I'm gonna
do that for free.

He was the world's
best brother.

This was
my college graduation.

He traveled 20 hours
straight from China.

Made it just in time.

When they announced my name,

he cheered like
I won the Super Bowl.

He was so proud of me.

I'm sorry.

I just don't understand
what happened.

It was like someone
flipped a switch

and my happy-go-lucky
brother

was replaced by some
neurotic, petrified soul.

Please, find out
who killed him.

He didn't deserve this.

I'll figure out
who did this to you.

Hey, um, this guy could've
landed on any table.

But he chose this one.

He knew that if anyone could
solve this thing, it'd be you.

All right, what
do you got for me?

Okay, this is Doug Russell,
uh, 35 years old,

no history of illness.

Starting at the head,
moving down to the feet.

Let's do it.

Wow. I never get
this lucky that fast.

Everything's coming up
Mendelson.

What do you think that is?

Looks like some type of
burnt substance, maybe ash?

The splatter pattern looks like
it might have been something

that was flung
in his direction.

Like, from a lit match,
maybe?

Some kink gone wrong?

Christa talks about these,
uh, these couples who --

I'm just gonna test it.

Adrian's back.
Okay to let him up?

Uh, yes, yes, Christa.
Thank you.

Hey, just a few more things
to sign.

Oh, okay. Well, you could have
e-mailed this over.

I like to get
the digits dirty.

Oh, you heard that Villa
was coming by, didn't you?

I did.

Adrian?

-Hi.
-Hi.

Oh, wow,
now we have a party.

Hey! Well, look, thank you
for the paperwork.

And, uh, thanks
for stopping by,

which I'm sure is a first
of many, many drop-ins.

Come by whenever you want.

Sweet.

Yeah, I mean, who wouldn't
want to hang out here?

Actually, you know what?

To be safe, maybe you should
exchange numbers with Villa.

I mean, that way,
if she's already coming by,

then you can...
-Rosie.

Oh, come on now, Villa, you know
I hate it when people

don't carpool if they can.

You know, actually, Adrian,
what are you rolling in?

Maybe you should drive.

As long as I can
pick the music, I'm cool.

Any Chick Corea fans?

I don't hate "Armando's Rhumba."
Well, neither do I.

And neither do I.
Looky there, looky there.

You know, when I was back
in my county M.E. days,

I was pushing
an Oldsmobile, Delta 88 diesel.

Yeah, thing smoked more
than an old man

playing dominoes in the park.

But we all have to start
somewhere, don't we?

-Yeah.
-I think mine's a 2005.

But honestly, I don't
really care about cars.

Just get me from "A" to "B,"
and I'm happy.

Right?

Damn. I, uh --
I have to get back.

Look forward to
our carpool, Annalise.

Me too.

What are you doing?

I'm bonding with Adrian.
You know, he's a cool cat.

I know, but i--
Oh, so you agree
that he's a cool cat?

Don't you have work to do?

-Aw, see you're deflecting.
-Ga-goo!

Hey, figured out
what that gunk was.

It's sage.

Sage?
Yeah.

Hmm, that's interesting.
Right?

Sorry to
interrupt again, Rosie.

Tawnya's here.

Tawnya?
Oh. Tawnya

Excuse me.

Tawnya the waitress?

Uh, where are you going?
It's a party, remember?

So what'd happen
if I didn't come back, huh?

You'd file a police report?

Luckily, we'll never need
to answer that question.

Oh, wow, you sound
awfully confident, Doctor.

Oh, I hope
I'm not interrupting.

No, no, no, no,
not at all.

Ah, Cobb salad,
no bacon, sub avocado.

Yes.
Impressive.

Yeah, it is.
Annalise.

And I'm Tawnya.

And I'm leaving. I just
wanted to return something.

Oh, and, um, Friday night.

You're driving.
Top down.

And no, I don't care if my hair
gets destroyed in the wind.

I love hearing that.

All right, bye, y'all.

-See you later.
-Bye.

Tawnya.

So, I guess I'm not the only one
with new friends stopping by.

How long have
you been hanging out

with the waitress
from our new spot?

Wow. Do you have a problem

with people
in the service industry?

You have a problem
remembering your own jacket?

You think I don't know what
a leave behind looks like?

I'll admit, I've left
an earring or two in my day,

but a jacket like this --
Wow, good move.

Good move.

I'm very happy for you
because, you know,

genetically speaking,
you're a very good match.

No, no, don't
flip my words on me.

Your words have been
flipped and applied.

Nothing we can do now.

I'm gonna go
question Doug's ex.

Well, let me go tell Mitchie
to collect some ocular fluid

and get a head start on
the Immunoassay screen

and I'll come with you.
Great. You can ride shotgun

while we talk about
your big date.

Really?
No.

We've been
divorced about a year.

And, sure, our separation
was not without its headaches.

With the help of prayer
and the mother

of all living things, Yemaya,
we were able to build lives

apart from each other.

Yemaya?
As in Orisha Yemaya?

Very good.

But I thought you knew
we both practiced Santeria.

Well, that explains the sage
that we found on Doug.

Lots of religions use that
to ward off evil spirits.

Yeah, Santeria,
like...black magic.

No. And in a world full
of people who don't know

what to believe,
I have faith

in the power of Oshún
to guide me,

to show me the light.

I'm sorry if I
offended you, Jillian.

We were just hoping you could
shed some light on something.

Yes, if you knew of anyone
who might have wanted

to harm your ex-husband?

I killed him.

Who -- Who killed him?

-Me.
-I-I'm sorry.

S-So you're saying that
you killed your ex-husband?

Yes, I did.

She thinks she
spelled him to death?

Well, not alone.

She claims she had a little help
from Saint Oshún.

She may be eccentric, but she
believes everything she says.

Okay.

Well, let me have
a crack at her.

You know
I love the weird ones.

No. No, no, no. You go in,
and it's gonna get --

It's gonna get what?

Let me have a go.
I'll get some answers.

Cap, are you trying
to get away from Slade

for five minutes?

This guy's all over me.

He's huddling over my desk,

he's asking
my opinion on everything.

He even had me
okay his lunch order.

Now, that's a fail.

He should definitely not be
coming to you for food advice.

Ever, like -- like ever.

Hurtful.

And when I told him he ordered
the best thing on the menu,

I think I saw a tear.

I mean, this guy
is crying over chow fun.

So that's it.
End of discussion.

I'm going in.

Doug lived his life
by the word of the Orishas.

He would understand that
sometimes you must

sacrifice yourself
for the good of others.

Okay.

Give it to me one more time.

What have we got here?
An Ira Hornstock interrogation?

Maybe I can learn
a thing or two.

You know, I feel like
we can always learn

from everyone we work with.

That every single person
has their own...

Special thing.
...special --

Rosie!
I knew you'd get it!

Hmm. You seem extra
engaged today.

What? You're saying I'm normally
aloof and disinterested?

I'm just kidding, Villa.

It's -- I just
can't sit still, that's it.

And you know what? This case
is getting very interesting.

Did you know that Doug left
all of his millions to Jillian?

Let's try this,
let's pretend that you're

this Blockbuster
membership card.

How long
have you had that?

I'll ask the questions.

And my Viva Loca frequent
buyer card is your dead ex.

Are you with me so far?

Uh-huh.
Good.

Now, you're telling me that
from all the way over here,

you lit his picture on fire,
put the bad mogambo on him,

and then, a few hours later --
a few hours later --

he drops dead
all the way over there?

Is that what
you're telling me?

Ira, you started
without me?

This guy, I mean, he is always
the first one out the gate.

Classic overachiever.

What am I always
telling you, Ira?

That I'm an overachiever.

Exactly, yeah.

Sorry about that.

I'm Captain Slade.

Let me guess,
you're the good cop.

No, no, no, sweetheart.

I'm not.

Um, well, I'm still
gonna tell you the same thing

that I just told him.

I called upon
the power of the Orishas,

and I killed my ex-husband.

Let's put these
cards away, yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Let's pretend for a second

that we don't believe that
that's how it happened.

Can you go with me
there, Ira?

Yeah, I think I can
do that, Captain.

Great. Instead,
we are gonna focus on

this giant list of people
that your husband

filed complaints against.

This thing's a mile long.

Okay.

You've got Mr. Navidi
the florist,

Joseph the printer,
Brad at the drug store.

Uh, a lot of talk
about a fire.

You know anything
about that?

Then we have
Nick the landlord.

I mean,
I see 10 complaints

in the last two months
alone on this guy.

Says here
they fought a lot.

With fists.

Like men.

Yes.

Nick hated Doug.

They all did.

Doug had become
completely unhinged

and...like a cancer
to us all.

Great. Okay, see? Now we're
heading in the right direction.

Yeah, I'll say. Why don't you
take a look at this,

and maybe you can
narrow things down for us?

Come on, think nice and long
about who could have done this.

You know, in case
your magic isn't as good

as you think it is.

Looking at this list
won't do any good.

Lots and lots of people
wanted him gone,

but none of them had
the power to accomplish it.

Well, hopefully
a few hours behind bars

will get
the broad talking.

Rosie, you need to get back
to the body, all right?

Try to narrow this list
down for us.

Mitchie,
I've been looking

at your forensic photos
of the back of the leg.

And at first,
I thought it was a scrape.

But once
I flipped the image,

looks like an outline
of a "B" and a "7"

from a license plate.

So, you think somebody
hit this guy with a car?

Yeah, hard enough
to cause trauma

to the popliteal vein
in Doug's leg.

Based on my
initial observation,

it looked like a blood clot
had formed in that vein.

But we haven't been able
to find it.

Wait, hold on.

Now it makes sense.
This is paint.

Acrylic, high gloss,
durable -- I fished it out

from under his fingernail.

And now I'm thinking
that it must have

come off whatever
car hit this guy.

Take a look.

What color do you see?

It's metallic green.
It came off of a '72 Skylark.

Driver's name is Nick Holmes.

Nick Holmes? EMPD.

I have some questions
about Doug Russell.

'72 sticks in this heat.

Word of advice, Nick.
Innocent people don't run.

The guy had gone crazy.

All right, he -- he -- he
started attacking customers.

Not just his.
Screamed at other merchants.

He ever mention anything
to you about a fire?

Maybe something burning down?
His house?

Honestly, at a certain point,

I stopped listening
to anything he said.

He was a menace.

Now, I-I'll admit
we came to blows once or twice.

But I have to protect
my investment.

Came to blows?

Is that what the kids
are calling

vehicular manslaughter
these days?

What? He's dead?

I didn't hit him
with anything.

Well, the metallic green paint
under his fingernails

tells us a different story.

I-I-I just --
I pinned him.

It was a light pinning
between his car and mine.

The -- The guy
was a nut bag,

and I had to protect myself when
I served him with the papers.

Well, your little stunt
caused a blood clot

to form in his leg, and that
traveled up to his lung.

That's manslaughter.

I never meant to hurt him.
I was only trying to scare him.

I cannot believe
this is happening.

Thank you so much

for finding out what
happened to my brother.

It means so much
to our family

that Doug can finally
rest in peace.

Nadine, can I ask
you a question?

Something's
been bothering me.

Of course.

It was the Santeria,
wasn't it?

That made Doug change?

No. He loved Santeria
since we were kids.

Our grandfather practiced.
They were very close.

It used to bring him
so much joy,

but then
he sold the business.

He couldn't
handle the success?

No. Money didn't change Doug,
but something else did.

I just don't know what.

And I guess I never will.

Something wrong?

No, no, it's probably
nothing.

Thanks again,
for everything.

I know that look.

That's your
"We missed something" gaze.

It's eerily similar to

the "You ate my lunch
out of the fridge" stare.

Weird, it is.

Which I'm still sorry about,
by the way.

I mean, do I think we should put
Post-its on all of our snacks?

Absolutely.
I was wrong.

No, I was wrong.

I mean, what are
the chances two men

bring banh mi into
the office at the same time?

Something changed
Doug's personality.

I wonder if it was
at a chemical level.

Turns out it's hard
to convince your Captain

to re-open a case
when Nick already confessed

and we don't have
anything else to go on.

Mitchie, where are the results
for Doug's antibody test?

Uh, in the file marked
"Didn't run them."

Didn't run them?

What? Our guy showed
no signs of anything

that would require
cerebrospinal fluid.

Hey, w-what's
going on with you?

What's going on is Doug showed
irritability, depression,

suicidal, and aggressive
tendencies.

I think that we are dealing
with a chronic infection

by a Spirochete bacterium
causing Lyme disease,

but there's no way to be sure

since the body's sitting
in some funeral home.

So you're saying someone
weaponized Lyme disease?

I'm saying that we gave
the body away too soon.

But that's on me.

Right now, we need to figure out
a way to get that body back

and run as many tests
as we can.

Or we're never gonna
figure out who killed Doug.

Hey,
thanks for the ride-along.

I had to get away from Slade.

The guy brought me
a cup of joe to my desk.

Four sugars
and heavy cream.

Just the way I like it.

Oh, really?

Yes, really.

That's so much sugar.

And I thought my mom
had you on skim?

You think I'm gonna drink that
crap when I'm not at home?

-Look at this.
-I agree that it's weird.

I know, it's like drinking
white-colored water.

No, I meant
Slade's attitude.

I mean,
I'm sure it's fine.

Maybe he thinks
you guys are friends.

Well, we worked
one case together,

so I don't think
that's happening.

Well, I mean,
maybe he needs a pal

and doesn't know
how to ask.

I doubt it.
The guy runs the joint.

This Santeria stuff
freaks me out.

Hey, you don't got
to tell me.

I saw old lady Genovese
put the malocchio

to Bobby Bragadello
in the fifth grade.

Kid never
played ball again.

Malocchio?
Mal de ojo.

Evil eye.
That stuff's legit.

I heard
you were looking for me.

Yes, we had
a couple questions for you.

Doug's case
has been reopened.

It wasn't a blood clot.

Is everything okay?

Oh. Yes, Hunter, they're
just here to talk to us.

Hunter? You're --
You're the butcher.

Your shop is next
to Doug's bakery.

You guys all part of a Doug
support group or something?

He was just a very sick man who
was in desperate need of help.

Oh, so, you're dating the man
who owns the shop next door,

but you didn't think
that was relevant, Jillian?

Well, they're engaged.

Not the size of
the rock that matters,

but that thing is tiny.

And since you happen to know
everyone around him so well,

we figured maybe you could
zero us in on our next suspect.

You want suspects?
Go talk to Sammy.

He owned the bookstore
next to Doug.

Or shifty Nick -- that guy was
always working an angle.

And Sally
with the food truck,

she used to park
in front of Doug's bake shop.

The smell of tater tots
and hot dogs drove him nuts.

This Sally woman,
uh, she serve all day?

You want something else?

I want a written statement.

Where you were and who
you were with when Doug died.

I guess you didn't
leave the coffee pot on.

That's fine.

'Cause I've been wanting
to speak with you, too.

Okay. So, I have gone
and checked over everything

that Rosie had on
Gerald's case

along with everything
you had given him

from his lawyers.

I'm so glad that
you finally took the time,

but please, dear,
let me go first, hm?

I have wasted so much time
and energy on this,

and I just want to say
that I am -- I'm sorry.

For putting you both
through it, too.

I am very glad to hear
you say that.

Mom, we're just so happy that
you're stepping away from this.

Because that's what this whole
little meeting was about.

Ambush.
Did you really think

that I couldn't figure out
that this was a setup?

Son, you haven't left
an appliance on

since you were 8 years old.

And let me understand this,
Pippy.

You are content to condemn a man
to life in prison

that you haven't had the decency
to sit across from

to hear his side of the story.

I know, but I read --

You read?

Please.

Here's your package, Cap.

Thank you.
Yep.

Hey, Mac, I don't think
this is for me.

You're the Captain,
aren't you?

Hornstock?

I've got bad news and worse
news, which do you want first?

I don't care.
Okay, the bad news --

It doesn't matter where
Jillian, Hunter, weird Sammy,

or Sally's food truck were
where when Doug died.

-Why not?
-Worse news --

now Rosie think Doug was killed

by some type of poison.

But that it happened
months ago.

-We've got bupkes.
-Well, not exactly.

I noticed this
in one of the vials

that we saw
at Jillian's house.

I did some digging
and remembered an old case

from my rookie year.

It turns out, in the right
dosage, Oleander can kill you.

I gave Rosie a heads up.

So Jillian had it
sitting out by the sugar.

I mean, poor bastard
probably thought she was
making him some tea,

then mixes in the milk
not realizing she's killing him.

Even if
she didn't use this,

I don't buy her
innocent priestess routine.

Bitch knows what's up.

I'm getting a warrant, and we're
going back to her house.

She wants to admit
to killing her husband?

Fine.

I'm gonna find out
how she actually did it.

Mitchie, stop beating yourself
up. It was just a mistake.

I mean, sure it was
big enough that Rosie

needed to called me in,
but we're gonna solve this.

She's right, but we're
gonna need you with us.

You gonna be cool?
Yeah.

What did the Oleander
test results yield?

Ekkert -- that's "nothing"
in Icelandic.

'Cause I figure,
if I'm gonna suck,

I might as well
suck in style.

Have you ever seen
an Icelandic person?

-Mm. Crazy hot.
-Yeah, crazy hot.

It's like a tough guy,
Thor vibe, you know?

You think you might want
to help me turn the body?

We need to pull some
spinal fluid.

Yes.

On three.
One, two...

I should have
run that test.

Would you let it go?

All right, pull it up.

An encapsulated
yeast cell.

You were right.
Holy cow!

Hold your applause.

It was just
an air bubble.

We need to run it again.

No, we don't.

Mitchie, you're a genius.

I am? I am.

Why?

Because Doug
was poisoned.

And I know who did it.

Hey, Cap.

Uh, sorry to bother you,

but this was dropped off
for me by mistake.

Sorry about your old man.

I-I recognized the name
on the envelope.

That Jameson guy -- He's
a really good estate attorney.

He helped me out
when my ex, Janice, passed.

May she rest.

He's dead, we're alive.

We need to move on.

Come on, man.

Who do you think
you're fooling with this --

this tough guy routine?

You haven't been
yourself for days.

You're inserting
yourself into cases.

Your head's all fogged up,

sitting in here working away
on what I assume is a eulogy.

Now, you don't crumple
that many drafts of something

unless you're struggling
to find the right words.

So you're either writing
vows for a secret wedding

or it's a eulogy.

Cap, I lost my dad
when I was 13.

I was young, and I remember it
like it was yesterday.

You try to act like
everything's okay

so no one sees
the mess inside.

But I couldn't hide
that look in my eye.

And neither can you.

Is that all?

Hey, you got to
relax your shoulders.

Or shake out your hands
a little bit.

We need
these people to trust us.

Right now, you scream cop.

I have a warrant.

And I don't need
their trust.

And what's wrong
with my shoulders?
You're a little tense.

These are a spiritual people.
They pick up on that stuff.

No, you pick up
on that stuff.

'Cause I'm spiritual people.

What are you --
Do you not remember

the whole Oleander thing?
Do you really think

these people are trying
to kill their guests?

This smells like
a mixture of

limeade, cucumber,
and ginger beer to me.

And it's good.

Look, Villa, listen.

Now, once you start waving
that paper around,

it's gonna cause a scene.

People are going to clam up,
and we to get need a confession.

Okay.
So, we got to keep it

on the low-key,
incognito tip, okay?
I know.

And we got to figure out
if this was an accident...

or a murder.

You're loving this,
aren't you?

I am loving it!

Wow. I never expected
to see you here.

Your mother, she brags
about you all the time,

your wonderful
singing voice.

So proud of her children.

Well, I assume from
your lack of responses,

your brother has told you
all about me.

Gerald, I need you to tell me
what you told my mother.

Because when I leave here,
I'm either siding with her

or I'm siding
with my brother.

And I don't have to tell you
which way you need this to go.

Doug's complaints.
The fire.

My gut is telling me Doug was at
a ceremony just like this

and he was poisoned with
something just like that.

Friends, believers,
tonight is a time to celebrate.

A night when
the Orishas open their arms

and welcome new members
into our family.

But first we must deal
with our uninvited guests.

Did you think you could
surprise us, Detectives?

That we wouldn't be ready...

to welcome
you with open arms?

Actually the surprise was that drink.

The limeade
and the ginger beer?

Whoo-whee!

Hit the spot.

These, um, Santeria ceremonies
usually this weird?

I don't think
this is Santeria.

Okay, we have
to do something.

All right, just let me think,
let me think.

Just be cool.

East Miami PD!
Everybody step back!

Just step back.
Really? Really, really?

Do you know
what cool means?

Let me guess --
You're here to harass us

with more questions about Doug?

Actually I'm glad
you mentioned that, Hunter.

'Cause Doug was
a really good guy

who suddenly came into
a lot of money.

But unfortunately
in his case,

money couldn't
buy him happiness.

It rarely ever does.

I mean,
it ruined your marriage.

He gave you this house.
Everyone moved on, right?

But then someone found out
that if Doug died,

they would inherit
his fortune.

Hunter, you were
in love with Jillian...

But you wanted
all that cash, didn't you?

The perfect murder
leads to the perfect life.

No more whacking away
at meat for you, right?

-This is pure insanity.
-Or is it?

Actually, I can prove
that Doug was infected

during an eyebale --
that's a blood sacrifice

for those of you
playing at home.

What are you talking about?

It's funny.
We've traced license plates,

phone calls, but we've never
traced blood before.

It's surprisingly easy

when you know what animal
it came from.

What is she
talking about?

Doug suffered from New Variant
Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease.

It had been eating away at his
brain for the last nine months.

You might know it
as mad cow.

And this is Doug's blood.

Once you're infected,
then your blood is infected.

If Hunter is telling the truth,
then no one here

would mind if we just
use his blood

for the ceremony tonight,
right?

See, this
may look like blood,

but it's actually --

It's the final nail
in your coffin.

Drink up.

Okay, yeah, I did it.

Doug was a lunatic who needed
to be put out of his misery.

And I knew this mumbo jumbo
wasn't gonna do it.

Mumbo jumbo?!
How dare you?!

I trusted you!

And you're the reason
that Doug went crazy?

Hunter, you're under arrest
for the murder of Doug Russell.

So, Villa, that was grenadine.
It tastes like cherry syrup.

-Just say cherry syrup.
-Okay, well,

I said cherry syrup.
-No, you didn't.

I just said grenadine
tastes like cherry syrup.

-Cherry syrup.
-That's what I said.

I said, "It tastes like
cherry syrup."

Obviously, you both know
I went to see Gerald.

I sat with him.

I listened to him,
and I asked more questions

than I even realized I had.

And I don't think he did it.

Wait, what?

Pipp, the man brutally
murdered two people.

He's taking advantage of her.

Bro, you've been so worried
about Mom's feelings for Gerald

when this has really been all
about your feelings for Mom.

Now, you are the best son
and the best brother there is.

But your feelings
are getting in the way here.

I let Gerald
explain what happened.

Yeah, I know.
I heard the same explanation.

Did you really
listen to him?

His version of it?

Did you listen to his words?

I mean, this man,
he bared his soul to me.

And I felt his innocence.

You felt it?

That doesn't
make any sense.

Well, I'm sorry.

But this makes sense
to both of us.

Hey, Ira, I want your report
on the George Banks case

on my desk first thing
in the morning, all right?

I got a meeting
with the chief.

I just want to make sure

everything's in order,
all right?

You got it.

I'm sorry for always
busting your balls.

I just sometimes
have a, uh --

a hard time
connecting with people.

We're all good, Cap.

I mean the truth is,
I haven't even

seen the bastard
in over 30 years.

The guy walked out on
me and my mom.

Didn't even have the decency to
come back when she gave me up.

What am I supposed to say about
someone I don't even know?

I bet your dad
was great, you know?

Loyal, hardworking,
compassionate.

I mean, that's what
a father's supposed

to pass down to his son.

And all I got
was his bank account.

But, you know, I'm gonna
go see the guy one last time.

To say goodbye.

Okay,
so let me tell you.

Our landlord had messed
with us for years.

I mean, hiking the rent up,
and this place was a dump.

Stuff was broken everywhere,
the pipes were leaking,

the toilets were a mess.

So, one morning,
I got up early,

I marched right over
to his spot,

and I lit a match right up
under his smoke detector.

10 seconds later --
Bam!

Water starts spraying
all over the place,

the alarm starts blaring,

people start running
out of the complex,

"What is going on?"

Just to see him crying over
his ruined record collection.

Oh, so that's
how you do it?

Oh, that's exactly
how I do it.

Oh.

I mean,
99% of it's true.

I mean, the story's
completely true,

except I wasn't
the mastermind behind it.

My daughter was.

So, I'm, um -- I'm gonna
pay for this meal.

And tell you thank you
for a lovely evening.

Because...

usually after
I tell guys about her,

they always give me the look
you have on your face right now

and I never see them again.

And I wouldn't
want you to think

that I'm just in this
for food,

which was excellent,
by the way.

She's the most important
thing in my life

and the best thing
that I've ever done.

And I would never force her

to meet someone who didn't
want to meet her, too.

So, um...

What's your daughter's
name?

Kayla.

Hey.

Sorry about all this blood.

It's -- It's terrible.

It's gross.

I'm sorry
that I work down here.

I'm not.

Good.

Um, I-I just came down here
to say that if

you ever wanted someone
to show you

the ropes around here
who isn't Feldheim...

Yeah,
he's a little off, isn't he?

I'd...
I'd be down for that.

Wow.
Oh, uh -- okay.

Yeah, maybe we could
go off campus.

I heard Leila's has
a great salsa night.

-Oh, you heard that?
-Yeah.

Well, you know, a sharply
dressed bald birdy

might have told me about it.

I-I just have to ask,
though, um, you and Rosewood --

You guys ever...?

I just -- I thought
I sensed an energy, you know,

and I just don't want to get
in the middle of something

if it's --
No.

We're just
really good friends.