All language subtitles for Rosewood s01e02 lity.eng

- [heart beating]
- ROSEWOOD: The human heart...

best built machine
not built by man.

It's a beautiful thing,
even when it's sick, flawed,

like mine.

I love this life,
every single moment.

But my challenge
is to stay on this earth

for as long as I can
and soak it up.

I test this machine of mine
every chance I get,

push it to its absolute limits.

That's why I run.
Makes me feel alive.

You know what else
gets my heart racing?

The anticipation
of seeing you on this night.

What will it bring?

Ah, not to mention
I had to find the perfect suit.

And that's why I was
10 minutes late to our date.

So my apologies.

You want to
get out of here?

Let's go.

-
Work it out, yeah

-
Got to make it count, get stuck on a feeling

-
You just can't stop, once ain't enough

-
Better lock this down, better box it up

[cheering]

Whoo!

- [vocalizing]
- [laughs]

-
Stuck on a, stuck on a feeling

[cheering]

[vocalizing]

- [laughter]
- [vocalizing]

[vocalizing]

[vocalizing]

[cheering]

All right, mi gente! Lights up!
Time to go home! V?manos!

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Ooh!

Just one more song,
20 minutes.

Hey, I know. I know.
I know. I know.

- No, I'm sorry. Go home, go home.
- Okay, all right. Yes, yes.

- It's not a big deal. Just one more song.
- There's music back at my place.

- I'm not going home with you. What do
you think this is? - V?manos, let's go.

- Come on. I'm... I'm just asking...
- Hey, I said no!

You're drunk. Go home.
Go home, drunk lady.

- I'm not drunk. I haven't had
a drop to drink. - Hey, vamos!

- I haven't had a drop to drink!
- Let's just go.

- Let's just go back.
- Stop it!

- MAN: Ooh. - MAN #2: Oh, man.
- [all murmuring]

- [scoffs] - MAN: People, come on.
Let's go. Let's get out.

- Hey.
- That's your girl, man?

Hey. You all right?

MAN:
Let's go, baby. Let's go.

- WOMAN: Come on. Let's go.
- Let's go.

[sighs]

There's a good reason
why I'm hitting the brakes.

Shouldn't it be a great reason
to pump the brakes?

Yes, it is.

Oh, really? Champagne?
Come on.

I prefer that we don't do it
right now.

[soft music plays]

Your willpower sucks.

Is there anything else
I should know

before I pass out,
Doctor?

Uh, yeah.

You got a hell of a hangover
on the horizon.

Good night.

Night.

- [indistinct conversations] -
Talk to me
in Spanish when we're getting started

Oh.

WOMAN:
I have it! Here!

Dad!

What is it, buddy?

Come here.
Come here. Come here.

Don't you ever sleep?

Only every other day.

Oh, you're funny.

I'm not joking.

Of course you're not.

Hey, you have a painkiller
of any kind?

Oh, yes, but you're
not gonna need that

because here
we have the asparagus

to break down the booze,

the quinoa to break down
the amino acids,

and the coconut water
rehydrates.

And is this
your breakfast?

Something like that,
yeah.

Rosie, did you really pump
the brakes last night

over a few glasses
of Champagne?

Mm, do you realize
that you're talking

through a great song
right now?

Listen to that.

Look, I know
that we're only a few weeks

into this thing, but...
how bad is it?

Let me see.
How bad is it?

I would have to say it's worse
than you can ever imagine,

but not enough
to slow me down.

Then let's not slow down.

- [cellphone ringing]
-
Black magic

[sighs]

[sighs]

Yeah,
this is Rosewood.

Okay. All right.
I'll be there.

Eight minutes, tops.

Yeah, no, trust me...
it's possible.

All right, you eat that,
and I'll call you later.

- [indistinct conversations]
- [Hornstock coughs]

- Did you call him?
- VILLA: Yes, I called him.

- Where is he? Call him again.
- He's... he's on his way. Relax.

Get the hell away from me.

What do we got?

I don't know.
Heart attack, stroke.

- None of those.
- He won't let the EMTs near him.

Captain Hornstock,
how you feeling?

Me?
Oh, I'm a pair of aces.

Well, you called.
I'm here. What's up?

You're the one doc
who could tell me if I'm dying

without putting his mitts
all over me.

Okay, eyes only.
I got it.

Villa, flashlight.

[sighs]

See what we got here.

- Ah, okay.
- Huh?

Yeah.

Okay.
Perfect, perfect.

- Open wide.
- Ahh.

- Nice and wide. Get a little wider.
- Ahh?

- Yeah, that's it. That's it. That's it.
- Ahh?

- Ah.
- Ah?

Ye-e-ah.

Cap, you're dying.

- [sighs]
- Not today, though, but soon.

All right?
The stress of this job

and the diet of a starving
student are killing you.

Now, the facial flushings
and the labored breathing

tell me that your blood
pressure's about 170 over 85.

- Is that decent?
- No, it's horrible.

You have systolic hypertension,
reflux disease,

an angry liver,
and early onset halitosis...

which is better known
as bad breath.

My breath is top-notch.

No, nothing in your body
is top-notch.

You have kids, right?

Seven.

You and Martha
have seven kids?

- Some are with my exes.
- Well, I tell you what.

I know this guy, right?
He's a master at meditation.

He has the winning formula
for life, longevity,

and the perfect balance
of chakras.

- You want to meet him?
- This guy a man?

Yeah, it's you.

And if you have any loyalty
to your family

or any of these officers
in this station,

you'll follow me down that path
to a better life.

Hey,
a call just came in.

- They found a foot down at Golden Beach.
- A foot?

It's the perfect case
for me.

- No!
- No!

[sighs]

You know, Villa,
I'm worried.

I think you need to
talk to someone... a pro.

Look, hey,
it's nothing to be ashamed of.

I'm in a few different kinds
of therapy.

I'm good, thanks.

You're good?

- MAN: Hey, Rosie. Rosie?
- Huh?

I've got a police informant...
"Joo-joo" Beeman...

who says
you worked him over

midway through his massage
last week?

One of
your fellow officers

said you got
verbally aggressive with him

when he asked you
your birth date?

I'm not a fan
of office parties.

Well, I like cake and
celebrations, so get on board.

And by the way, that cut
on your hand looks fresh,

like you threw a punch
in the last 24 hours.

Villa, listen to me.

ROSEWOOD:
All right, what do you got?

Was I not clear
back at the office?

Hey, when I get the call for
help, I move like Mayweather.

- What can I say?
- We didn't call you.

I didn't say you did.

I had to.
It is just a foot.

No head, torso, hands...

Yeah, I know what's missing
from the body, Neil.

Yeah, I think what Neil's
trying to say is,

a case like this is a beast
for the county M.E.

Yeah, I mean, it's...
there's a lot of man-hours

that goes into I.D.'ing
the victim,

even before
it reaches the police.

Can anybody here tell me
the percentage of the cases

where the head is missing
that go cold?

98.6%.

98.6%.
You're on fire, Neil!

You hear that?
Now come on.

Just give me one stroll
around the foot.

All right, if I can't move
a mountain in under a minute,

I'll be gone
in 60 seconds.

Rosie, this is
a free consultation.

Of course, of course.

Everything's free...
until it's not.

Let's see.

All right.

Okay.
Yeah, obvious bite marks.

Likely from a small dog.

- A specific breed, a digger.
- Dachshund.

You know your canines.
I like it.

Assuming the animal didn't
travel far with the foot...

The body's somewhere close.

Officers are checking
the area

for any
registered dachshunds...

Within a 2-mile radius.

Tell me something...
do you enjoy effortlessly

- playing the ball back and forth
as much as I do? - No.

Oh, yes, you do.
You're such a terrible liar.

Rosewood,
if that's all you got...

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Hold on, hold on.

Now, you see these small spots
of depigmentation on the shin?

That's called fireflies.

Comes from sitting too close
to the fireplace

with your bare legs.

This victim
grew up in poverty,

I'd say somewhere
in the Deep South,

where the houses weren't meant
to withstand the winters.

And based on this pedicure,
I have to say

that this victim probably led
a pretty affluent lifestyle.

All right, Rosie,
you're in.

Get me an I.D.
on the lady ASAP.

Consider it I.D.'d,
but it's not a woman's foot.

It's a man's.

Yeah, I'd say mid-40s,
little under 6 feet.

Get this foot to my lab
within the hour.

Clock is ticking.

Sync and corrections by explosiveskull
www.addic7ed.com

Mom, I know. I know
I missed movie night.

But I've already seen
"Moulin Rouge!"

You know, son,
I've been a teacher

in the public school system
for almost 30 years,

students bending the truth
all day long.

- And your point is what?
- I know when you're lying,

and you have not seen
"Moulin Rouge!"

You skipped out on something
that I look forward to all week.

- Okay, look, I am sorry
I missed the movie. - Ooh.

Well, it's not just
the movie you missed.

Your sister and TMI,
they put on a show...

sang the hell
out of "Lady Marmalade."

Ladies, hit it!

- Oh, she wants us to sing.
- She want it to get real.

- We should do it.
-
Hey, sister, go, sister

- [singing continues in distance]
- See, that's what I'm talking about.

Okay, look, I am gonna miss
movie night sometimes, Mom.

What's the matter?
Miss thing don't like movies?

It's too soon for that.

Oh, it's always too soon
for you,

which means
it's always too late for me.

Because by the time
it's not too soon,

you've already cut bait
and moved on.

Oh, okay, so that's
what this is about.

Son, I can count
on less than one finger

the number
of significant relationships

you've actually had.

I don't have time for this.
Not right now, okay?

Fine. But hear me out.

You touch a lot of things
in this life,

but you're not actually
holding on to any of them.

I want you to bring this girl
over for Sunday-night dinner.

I want to meet the woman

that has caused you
to miss my movie night.

- [both vocalizing]
- Ladies, bye-bye!

Bye!

Baz Luhrmann
would be proud.

Wait. Keep going.
Keep going.

BOTH:
Voulez-vous coucher
avec moi ce soir ?

Do I sound good?

Enough, enough, enough
with the "Lady Marmalade."

- Barry Buzzkill.
- Oh. Okay.

Pipp, you got to warn me when
Mom's on the warpath like that.

Okay, but, bro, you're
the one who made that bed.

You got to sleep in it.

- TMI, are we ready to rock?
- And roll, yeah.

Okay.

So, I'm curious.
First time doing this,

or you guys done this
a lot of times?

Us? Nah.

No, but we've seen it
done before...

on "Beverly Hills Cop II."

That was my favorite.
It was much better than "One."

Yeah, and I didn't finish it,
so I don't know...

Oh, my God!
You guys are so funny!

- Like, you should take this on the road.
- Pippy, relax.

Before your brother
shamelessly poached me

from the FBI's
Chem-bio Sciences Unit,

I did this experiment
many times.

The vaporized superglue
adheres to the skin,

detailing any prints.

Margin for error is huge,

but with great risk
comes awesome stuff.

Whoa, whoa.
Stop the glue.

- [beep]
- Forceps.

This isn't
the victim's hair.

Maybe it's from the dog
that dragged him to the beach.

Maybe.

Fast-track that DNA.

You got it.

Okay. Pump that glue.

I want that print.

[indistinct conversations]

[knock on door]

Sit down.

These for everyone?

Cap, I think I know what you're
gonna say, but I'm good.

Really.

[indistinct conversation
in distance]

[clatter]

What? It's unlucky
to eat the green ones.

Your mental health aside,
you got to take a partner.

It's policy.

Here's the thing.

This is
not a negotiation.

Till we find the right fit,
I'll shadow you

so the Chief
don't bust my chops.

This is the number
to a top-notch shrink.

Specializes
in bereavement issues.

Gives us a nice discount,
available 24/7.

Thank you,
but I don't need a...

Villa,
you lost your husband.

I feel for you.
I do.

And as you know, I don't
like too many human people.

But I bet on you as a rookie
before you moved away,

and now I'm welcoming you
back with open arms.

You got to trust me on this.
This is for your own good.

Got it?

Thank you,
"Beverly Hills Cop II."

I come bearing gifts.

We lifted a print
off the foot.

Did you send it in
for processing?

Does a human skull
have five cavities?

That's a yes.

Just a fun rhetorical question.
That's it.

[sniffs] Do I smell?

Better not be an organ
in there.

No, this is a two-week supply
of my home brew.

It'll help
clean your pipes.

Hell, no.

Oh, hell, yes.

Yes, and no more coffee
or nitrates for you.

That's hot dogs, deli meats,
all that type of stuff.

What about dip?

Dip?

Oh, let me see this.

You're welcome.

Happy birthday.

[sighs]

[sighs]

I'll have
what she's having.

Rosewood, no.
No, not here.

Come on.
We got about another hour

before that print
runs through.

Wow.

This is the most relaxed
I've ever seen you.

It's this place, right?
This an old spot?

Grow up around here?
Family own the place?

My dad used to hustle games
on that pool table

for extra cash.

And he used to let me drink

as many of these Arnold Palmers
as I wanted.

Hmm. Looking forward
to meeting him.

Well,
good luck finding him.

I haven't seen him
in 15 years.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

I basically grew up
in this dump.

It's my sanctuary.

I mean,
some people go to church.

I come here.

Hmm.

The Prince of Peace...
that's where I worship.

If you ever
want to tag along...

I'm not feeling
all that close

with the man upstairs
these days.

Yeah, me either.

Then why go?

'Cause we can't work out
our issues

if we don't step
into his house.

But enough about me.

Villa, you know, this is what
I'm concerned about, all right?

I picked up this fragrance
on you back at the office.

You get why that's weird,
right?

Cheap soap.

You also had a fresh book
of matches on your desk

from the Salty Sea Motel.

Now, it's odd that a hometown
girl chooses to live in a motel.

I mean, especially now

since we've got such a
good thing going, you know?

Wait, let me
stop you right there.

We don't have
a good thing going.

No, you're right.
We have a great thing going.

We don't have
a great anything.

But you're not
dropping anchor.

You know, I smelled
something on you, too.

Mm, you get
why that's weird, right?

Mm, perfume.

I'm guessing
from a one-night stand.

You focus on your personal life.
I'll focus on mine.

Okay, we can do that,
but for the record,

it was not a one-night stand,
thank you.

This one actually
could be the real deal.

You're a rich doctor in Miami
on the cusp of 40

who's never been married.

I mean, that just tells me
all your relationships

are basically just
drawnout one-night stands.

Wow. Okay.

Here's the deal... we work
on a case from time to time.

No personal talk.
Those are my rules.

I'll tell you what.

Friendly bet.
A game of nine-ball.

If you win, okay, then you get
all business all the time.

If I win,
personal talk is fair game.

Pool is my dad's game,
not mine.

Oh, okay, good.

I'll go easy on you.
Let's go.

[breathes deeply]

Huh.

Oh, wow.
You just hustled me.

I cannot believe
you just hustled me.

[chuckles]
I've been crushing grown men

on this table
since grade school.

And you don't feel just
a little bit guilty about that?

- [cellphone rings]
- No, not at all.

[beep]

- This is Villa.
- Hmm.

Mitchy, text me
the name and address.

- [beep] - I'm on the way.
They've got a hit on the print.

- Good. I'll drive.
- No way I'm getting in your banana boat.

Excuse me.

As you should know,
in many cultures,

yellow represents
happiness and optimism.

And I know
you walked here.

You know,
precinct's 10 blocks away.

I know you don't want me
to beat you to the suspect.

Can't get anywhere unless
you know where you're going.

Oh, yeah.
You know, that's right.

Guess it's a good thing
I introduced Mitchy

in the print lab
to his wife.

Ah, they make
a beautiful couple.

I can have the suspect's
address in two minutes.

Do you have any idea
how annoying that is?

- What are you waiting for? Let's go.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Hold on.

You never walk out
when you listen

to a soul legend like this.
Wait, hold on.

Wait for it,
wait for it, wait for it.

Yeah, that's my song
right there. Hold on.

Oh, my...
All right, that's it.

I-I'm leaving.
Give me the keys.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!

Never walk out.

- [song ends]
- Okay, now we can go.

Suspect's name
is Xiang Wen.

Record is clean.
No priors.

All right, how do you want to do
the interrogation?

You drive.
I interrogate.

Wait. Hold it. Don't forget
that I'm the reason

why we're driving anywhere
in the first place.

And don't act like
you're not loving the rumble

of that 350 horsepower
under your glutes.

I don't feel anything
under my glutes,

and your transmission
is slipping.

My transmission's
not slipping.

And you know you feel it
in those glutes.

And your glutes
are definitely maximus!

No,
it's definitely slipping,

and if I let you in
on this interrogation,

you're a fly on the wall.

Okay, you want me to be a fly,
I'll be a fly.

- And that means you don't talk.
- Don't need to talk.

Is that a key?

[indistinct conversations]

Wo bu ming bai.

Ms. Wen, we found your prints
on a dead man's foot.

Understand?

[clears throat]

- Hoo!
- Rosie, what?

That's cute.
That's real cute.

Mm, mm.

Are you serious?

I...

Xiang, bu hao yi si gei
ni zhe mo da ya li.

I had a roommate in college.
He was from Beijing.

Yeah, he was a really good dude.
Stand-up guy.

Yeah, we still keep
in contact.

Yeah.
Rang wo cai cai.

Mei jia shi?

Shi de, wo shi.

Ni zen mo zhi dao?

Zhi jue.

[scoffs]

Xiang didn't do it.

No, she works
at a nail salon.

She gave our victim
a pedicure.

Show her the foot.

Do you recognize
this foot?

[gasps]

Ren de zhe
zhi jiao ma?

Okay, you see this?

That's "yes."
Yeah, yeah, I got that.

The victim's name
is Marty Conforth...

45 years old,
born in South Carolina,

co-owns a matchmaking business
for rich people

called Platinum Mates.

Can we just
quickly acknowledge

how on point I was
with the victim profile?

Hmm. Dr. Rosewood,
you have done it again.

Your amazing skill set
is worthy of a superhero.

- Up high. - Okay, so
the tone and sarcasm are not cool,

but I'll take
the high five.

Ah! Okay, okay.

Anyone interested
in watching the next episode

- of "Men Making Horrible Decisions"?
- Okay.

Marty's wife is the gorgeous
blonde with Feldheim.

And the hot bombshell over there
is his fianc?e.

I mean, like, seriously.
[speaking Spanish]

You're stupid.

- Hmm?
- Wow.

See how she rolls
the tongue like that?

- That's kind of sexy.
- Yeah.

KERRY:
Are you sure it's Marty?

Kerry, through forensic tests,
we were able to determine

that Marty was killed
on Wednesday,

- about 48 hours ago.
- [sighs]

Can I ask
where you were?

Snorkeling at our summer home
in the Keys.

Anyone with you
to back that up?

My housekeeper.
[breathes deeply]

Marty was an amazing man.

I mean,
we had our problems,

but we always cleared our heads
and came back stronger.

You're married, right?

Yes, I am, but...

you know, my husband
bangs around like crazy.

I'm sorry. What?

He has an appetite for blondes
with big chichotas.

Chichotas?
Like pork rinds?

No, no.
I think that's chicharr?nes.

She's talking about the,
um...

she's talking
about the, you know...

- Oh.
- Yeah, yeah.

And I was
just telling him last night,

"Honey, should I score
some fake ones?"

I don't know.
I mean...

Or even better,
ass implants.

What do you think?

Okay, right?

Like, should I just, like,
lift it a little higher,

do some more squats?

You pop in some silicon,

and he'll never take
his eyes off of it, right?

Take your hand off my hand
immediately.

See, I'm thinking
a new ass,

plus maybe a fun wig,
will spice things up,

keep him from straying

so I don't lose my mind
and do something stupid.

Why are
you telling me this?

Oh, I thought
you could relate.

You know, because your husband
was engaged to another woman.

What?

What... what are you
talking about?

Okay, go with me here.

You give your heart and soul
to Marty.

He rips them both out, so you
teach him a permanent lesson.

- No.
- I get it.

That's not what happened.

I'm gonna grab some tea.

You want some tea?

No.

Entertaining approach.

Something's off
with that bitch.

Hair all blown out,
makeup, clothes... perfect.

Who gets all dolled up
when their husband's missing?

I'm checking her alibi.

No, I think
the snorkeling story's legit.

See, the microbial friends
in the water

caused an ear infection.

That's why she's... see?

She's rubbing her upper jaw.
That's an ear infection.

She could have been
snorkeling at any beach.

All right, check the alibi.
I'll go to work on the fianc?e.

Yeah, you do that.
I'm gonna do this.

I'm telling you, Kerry had
no clue what was going on.

Did some digging on you,
Beth.

You were engaged a few times,
yeah?

I fall in love quickly.

Can you zoom in on her shoulder
for me, please?

Any of these guys
regular joes?

What do you mean?

Not rich.

I also love nice things.
So?

You were right...
Kerry's alibi just checked out.

How's this going?

It's a little weird.

It turns out I know a thing
or two about gold diggers.

How?

I was married to one.

Are you rich?

I'll ask the questions.

Where were you
Wednesday night?

My condo,
with the flu and vertigo.

- How convenient.
- [sighs]

Tell me something, hmm?

Which part of Marty's body
did you remove first?

The limbs?

The limbs
are a piece of cake.

They pop right off.

But sawing through the neck
and the waist?

When you're ready to have a real
conversation, call for me.

Have someone bring you
a glass of Champagne

so you can hydrate.

That fianc?e
is as shifty as they come.

Wise-ass, too.

I'm taking a closer look
at that lady.

Beth had no motive.

Until they got married,
she wouldn't see a dime.

Villa, motive or not,
Beth's alibi sucks.

Your heart rate sucks.

Beth's alibi
is actually pretty healthy.

- Healthy how? - I noticed
an injection point on her shoulder,

and her pupils
were dilated.

She was taking a steroid
for viral-related vertigo.

- You can check with her doctor
if you want. - You know what?

I'm telling you,
something's off with the wife.

Ah, you're heading
to Marty's business

- to do some digging, right?
- VILLA: Mm-hmm.

- Platinum Mates?
- Yep.

- I think I can help!
- No.

- I'm sure I can help.
- Negative.

You're drinking my juice.
I'm proud of you, Cap.

Get out. Out.

Okay. I'm out.

-
I know that she wants me

-
Wants me

- [camera shutter clicking]
- [indistinct conversations]

ROSEWOOD: Kat, you know
I wish I could break away,

- but I can't.
- How you doing?

No, I just can't.

I know.

I know, babe.
Don't... don't say that.

Okay,
say it to me again.

Mm, I love when you say that.
One more time.

Yeah?

I'll tell you something...

when I come in and I see you,
I'm gonna...

Uh, yeah,
I-I got to get back to work.

Can I call you back?
Thanks.

Not cool, okay?
That's not cool.

What are
you smiling about?

You were using
your "girlfriend" voice.

No, I was not. I don't have
a "girlfriend" voice.

Your voice was down
a full octave.

- That's "girlfriend" voice.
- Excuse me.

I was using my "private
conversation" voice.

Look, can we just get
to work, please?

Okay. All right, fine.
Judy Sanders.

Co-owner
of Platinum Mates.

She's Marty's
business partner.

I gave her the news,
and she was a little upset about it, so...

She needed some alone time,
so I stepped away

and made
my private phone call.

Yeah, I wish
you hadn't done that.

Yeah, but you were late.
That's why I did it.

- No, you were early.
- Well, same thing.

No,
totally different things.

It's exactly
the same thing.

- Oh, my gosh.
- Hey, Judy, how you doing?

This is Detective Villa.

Hi. I'm very sorry
for your loss.

- Thank you.
- So, I apologize for jumping right in,

but can you tell us anything
about Marty's wife, Kerry?

Or his fianc?e, Beth?

But can you start
with Kerry?

- And then let us know about Beth.
- Okay.

Uh, Marty had
a fatal flaw...

he loved women.

And I'm feeling guilty
because I'm the one

that introduced him to Beth
at a mixer like this.

Beth loves her money,
but she also loved Marty.

I don't think
that she's a killer.

Kerry,
that's a different story.

If Kerry knew about Beth,
well...

Judy, would you mind
if I had someone from Forensics

pick up
Marty's work computer?

No, no.
Um, that's quite all right.

I'm sorry.

I'm, um...
really struggling with...

No, come on. Come on.
It's okay. It's okay. Come on.

Bring it in
for the real thing.

What?

- Thank you.
- You okay? Okay.

- I am.
- All right.

Excuse me.

I knew something was off
about Kerry.

Yeah, you're probably right,
but is it possible

that you're letting
your personal feelings

- about your own...
- It's okay, Rosie.

You're allowed
to mention my husband.

Just please be ready when I
start crying my eyes out, okay?

I'm gonna need you
to console me.

You think you can do that?
You think you're down for that?

Well, yeah, you know, if you
were sincere about this, yeah, sure.

I probably would be down
for that,

because, you know, that's what
friends do for each other.

- I mean, I was being sincere. - I would
be down for that, but you're not sincere.

[humming]

Hey, hey.

Hey, baby.

I didn't know
you were coming over.

Well, you know,
I thought I'd make up

for missing
the other night with...

[gasps] Ooh!

I love me
some Liam Neeson.

And don't I know that.

[chuckles]
And I am so onto your game.

What game?

You think that by doing this
that my request

- to meet the new lady in
your life is going to go away. - Oh.

Listen, I'm not bringing her
over for a Sunday dinner,

and I've made
that decision.

You stood right here
in my kitchen a few days ago,

and you said,
"Mom, don't you worry

about tomorrow
or the next day.

It's all about right now,
this moment."

- I said that?
- Those are your words.

That's what I said?

- That's exactly what you said, verbatim.
- You were talking to me?

- Oh, wow.
- And you know it.

You know, you don't
want to bring her over?

That is fine with me.

That's not what
this is about anyway.

So what's it about,
then?

It's about everyone new
in your life being temporary.

Why is that?

You know that's not fair.

Truth's not fair.
Life's not fair.

You of all people
should know that.

Son, either my faith in God
or your faith in medicine...

one of those two
is gonna heal your heart.

Otherwise,
why should I pray?

Otherwise, why should you keep
your name on that list?

Took my name
off the transplant list.

Did it
a couple months ago.

May I ask why?

There's a 26.7% rejection rate
in healthy patients.

I'm at 48%.

48% because
of all my other issues.

I can't do it.

I just... I can't do it.

How can I take
something away

from someone who has
a better chance of survival?

I don't care
about the percentages.

You've defied the odds
your whole life.

What about the... the
percentages when you were born?

What about the odds
of your survival?

What's your father
gonna say about this?

He already knows.

Talked to him about it
when I was making the decision.

I'm gonna be fine,

because I will continue
to beat all of those odds...

with the heart
that I've got.

I can't look at you
right now.

[indistinct conversation
in distance]

That wasn't very genuine,
but...

- all right.
- We got your call.

- What's going on?
-
I don't even need to see you

-
Turn your life around

- Uh, what is this music?
-
Oh

This doesn't sound
like your jam.

-
Are you running away?

It's Marty's sister.
She's flying out tomorrow.

WOMAN: Hey, big brother.

- I can't wait to see you.
- He may have been a horrible husband.

- I'm landing tomorrow, so I'll see you at the airport.
- But apparently, he was a pretty incredible big brother.

She made me promise
to bring him home.

I love you.

All right.

What do we need to do?

Poisonwood.

It's rare around here,

and I believe the methyl in
the superglue ignited this rash.

I pulled a skin sample.
I need a tox on that A.S.A.P.

If it's confirmed
that it's poisonwood,

then we narrow
the search area.

Find the plant,
find the body.

Let's get to work
before the sun comes up.

ROSEWOOD: What do we got?

Skin samples, they tested
positive for poisonwood.

Miami P.D. has narrowed
their search down

to the few homes
in Golden Beach

that might have the plant
at their property.

And I finally isolated the DNA
of the hair on Marty's leg.

It's blue fox fur.

So we tracked down who makes
rugs made of this stuff.

It's a place
called Rojo Furniture.

Their biggest client is
the Hotel Clarise on Brickell.

Maybe Marty was staying there
the night he was killed.

- Yeah, that's what we're thinking.
- Yeah.

So we called Detective Villa,
and we filled her in, too.

- Y-you did what?
- We called Detective Villa...

No, no, no, I heard that,
but why did you do that?

Bro, she is the detective
on the case, right?

Yeah, but, Pipp, now she's gonna
get to the hotel before me.

- What is that?
- Very competitive.

[indistinct conversations]

WOMAN: To the left?

MAN: Yeah, you'll see it
right through there.

[sighs]

So, you went to the
Hotel Clarise without me, huh?

I mailed you
an invitation.

It's one of those cards
that sings when you open it.

You should
get it tomorrow.

Wow, that's hilarious.
You know, you're really funny.

You know, that blue fox fur clue
came from my lab.

You know that, right?

Now, common courtesy
would have been...

I got everything I need.

Like what?

Like Marty
checked in alone on Monday.

Monday? He...
he was killed on Wednesday.

My guess is,
he was gonna be staying

in that hotel for a while
because his wife kicked him out.

And what about
inside the suite?

The blue fox fur rug
sheds like a shih tzu.

I'm getting a warrant
to search the wife's vehicle.

If I find
one strand of fur,

I can place her
in that hotel suite.

Okay, first of all,
shih tzus don't shed.

Should have gone with
"sheds like a sheepdog,"

"sheds like a Husky."

You don't know your canines
as well as I thought you did.

- Second of all...
- Rosewood, this case might be tough,

but it doesn't mean you get
to follow me around

like any breed of puppy.

Oh, wow. Okay.
Well, think about how tough

it is for Marty's family,
okay?

- Villa, you got to...
- Can you just hold that thought forever?

- Forever?
- This is Villa.

Hold the thought for...
Wow.

You hear what she said?

Villa, got a woman here who
says she wants to talk to you.

[indistinct conversations]

Kerry, tell us
what happened.

This... this car
was following me.

Do you remember the make,
model, color?

Blue,
kind of like yours.

And they run you
off the road?

I'm sure
they would have,

but something happened
with the car.

The... the...
the steering gave out.

I just... I-I panicked.

And the next thing I knew,
it was... it was flipping.

Oh, no, no. Hey, come on.
It's okay. It's okay.

Would you rather stay here?
Okay.

- Did all this stuff...
- Rosewood!

- Come see what I'm seeing.
- Oh, okay.

So now you want to bring me in
on the case, huh?

Excuse me one second.

I don't know much
about cars, okay?

You drive a '69 GTO, and you
don't know anything about cars?

I drive a work of art.
I'm a doctor, not a mechanic.

This is fluid
from the steering column.

She's telling the truth.
Someone cut the line.

Kerry, who else
had access to this car?

Just me and Marty.

But someone borrowed it
this weekend.

Who?

- [bell dings] - MAN: Hey, how's it going?
- WOMAN: Hi.

[indistinct conversations]

Judy, I'd hate to slow down
the speed-dating...

Uh, they're mini-dates.

It's a very important part
of our process.

Um, may I help you?

So, you drove
one of Marty's vehicles

this past weekend,
right?

Yes, I did.

Someone cut
the steering line.

Kerry was seriously injured
in an accident this morning.

That's terrible.
Is she okay?

Are you driving
a blue Saab?

I am.
It's my rental.

My car is getting worked on.
Why?

Kerry was being followed
by a blue car

just before the accident.

Are you a big fan of
the Hotel Clarise in Brickell?

Never been.

You bought a bottle of Bordeaux
on your credit card

at that hotel last week...

the same hotel
where Marty was murdered.

I reported
that credit card stolen.

Have you and Marty ever
rolled around under the sheets

without any clothes on?

Once.

I didn't kill him.

- I don't believe you.
- I do.

You're dehydrated
because you've been crying,

which is why your nasal ducts
are swollen.

You're trying to put on
a brave face here at this event

in front
of all your clients

because you promised them
you'd lead them to love.

That's the way I see it,
anyway.

I want to take that ridiculous
prism you see things through

- and smash it on the ground like this.
- [foot stomps]

Mm. Well,
my prism is made of energy,

which cannot
be destroyed.

You look really upset.

- [cellphone rings]
- Oh, now, are you upset?

- Maybe? No?
- Hey, Cap.

Okay. I'm on my way.

They found a body
on a vacant lot in Golden Beach.

Think it might be Marty.

I'm expediting a warrant
to search your house and car.

Don't leave town.

Have a good day.

HORNSTOCK: Rosie was spot-on...
the dachshund three doors down

dragged the foot
out of this hole,

through those poisonwoods
over there.

For the record, I said dachshund
before he said it, and he...

Excuse me. If you recall,
I was the one that actually...

- No, you didn't say that. - Am I giving
out a trophy, who got the dog thing right?

- But I said...
- No!

- Okay.
- You didn't say it.

So, who freaking cares?
What else do you got?

Well, the decomposition rate
is abnormal.

I need to get this body back
to my lab, do a proper autopsy.

The killer
used an automatic saw.

But the cuts are sloppy.

They had never used one before,
which means it was brand-new.

Looks like an 8-inch blade,
max.

I'll run a check
at hardware stores in the area

on the days
leading up to Marty's murder.

Odor and edema are inconsistent
with the time of death.

Pippy,
run a fresh tissue sample.

I need bacteria levels,
stat.

Oh, why is it
decomposing so fast?

That's what I'm trying
to figure out.

Well,
the eggs have landed.

Get them on-screen for me,
please.

Yes.

You know
Mom gave me an earful, right?

I had to tell her.
It was time.

No, it's time you get
your name back on that list.

Rosie,
you know she's right.

[sighs]

Gotcha.

- [receiver clicks]
- [indistinct conversations]

Eggs.

Eggs?
You know I can't eat eggs.

Palm Hardware.

What about it?

- Ladies first.
- No, no, no, please. After you.

Flies lay eggs on bodies
soon after death.

Now, the stage of those eggs
is one way

that we can accurately gauge
the time of death.

But not with Marty, because the
eggs in his body were frozen.

So the guy was hacked up
and put on ice?

Frozen organs decompose
more rapidly as they thaw.

Now, my autopsy
shows that Marty

was actually killed sometime
last Monday, not Wednesday.

Surveillance cams at the
Palm Hardware on Arthur Avenue

have a psychotic bitch buying
trash bags, a cordless saw,

and a family-sized bag
of marshmallows last weekend.

Here's the question.
Who did it?

It's that new lunch spot down the way.
We should go.

Yeah.
Yeah, I'd love to see it.

[sighs]

[engine turns over]

VILLA: Put your hands
on the wheel!

Rosie, stand back.

- [dinging]
- Hey, Beth.

Here's a question... were you
snacking on marshmallows

while you were chopping Marty up
in little pieces?

Hey, Kerry, why don't you put
on your seat belt?

It's gonna stop
the dinging noise.

Computer geniuses
at the Miami P.D.

found
Marty's deleted E-mail.

Turns out he was leaving
both of you guys for Judy.

She was the true love
of his life.

So you teamed up to kill him,
pinned it on her, right?

And I've got the good science
to prove that you guys

put his body on ice
to throw off the timeline.

Which puts you both in town
during the murder.

Villa, the tires!
You always got to...

Never shoot the tires.

They blow, the speeding car
swerves into oncoming traffic,

innocent lady driving to the
shake hut ends up in your lab.

It's a good point.
I like the shake hut.

But don't you think you
should be chasing them down?

No, we don't
need to do a chase.

One of my shots found a home
in the heart of the radiator.

They'll be cruising to a smoking
stop in about a mile or two.

You sure you didn't miss?

Okay.

Sure shot.
"Sure shot" Villa.

She didn't miss, right?

[indistinct conversations]

Oh, yeah,
it was impressive, okay?

You hit that radiator
dead on,

all the smoke, the fire,
and flames coming out.

It was exciting.
I was impressed.

And I'm not gonna gloat and say
we hit another home run as a duo,

'cause that's not
what I do.

Hey, Cap, we hit
another home run as a duo.

- Can you believe that?
- You scram.

- You come with me.
- All right.

I'll take my victory lap
around the bases.

Teamwork makes the dream work.
What can I say?

You recognize
that meathead in there?

Because
he recognizes you.

Came in to file a report.

Said they were closing up
for the night,

like normal businesses do,
and you flipped your lid.

He's exaggerating.

You cracked two of his teeth...
$1,200 dental bill.

- I'll pay it.
- And I'll sweep it under the rug...

on one condition.

[scoffs]

[laughing]
It sounded like that.

- No, it didn't!
- Yes, it did!

That is not...
that is not what happened.

- It totally, totally did.
- No, it's not.

- [laughs]
- Okay?

ROSEWOOD: Hey, you two look
like you're having a good time.

Hey. Eh, someone decided
to finally list her place.

Well, it's the right time,
so...

And it's long overdue.

No, it's the right time.

- It's long overdue.
- Shh!

[laughs]

[sighs]

I just need time
to think, okay?

But I hear you.

And your lady friend?

[sighs]
She cancelled.

But not because of me.
She had to work.

Well...

I hope you're hungry.

Starvin' like Marvin.
[laughs]

PIPPY: [laughs]
Get out of here.

All right.

This looks beautiful.

-
It wasn't very hard

You're welcome.

[clears throat]
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