All language subtitles for Rosewood s02e11 Mummies Meltdowns.eng

[Ambient dance music playing]

-
Put your hands on me

-
Put your hands on me

-
Put your hands on me

[Shouting, cheering]

Hey!

- Ah...
- [Cork pops]

Ah!

- [Man shouting]
- [Mutters indistinctly]

- Whoo-hoo!
- Yeah!

Hey! What?

Hey! Whoo! Ohh!

-
Put your hands on me

-
Put your hands on me

-
Put your hands on me

- [Door opens]
-
Got you moving like oh, oh, oh

- Man: Cut!
- [Bell rings]

Man: Who the hell yelled "cut"?!

I did, and as Selena's producer,

I can yell "cut" whenever I please.

Well, I'm the director. This is my video.

- I-I don't care.
- This is ridiculous!

Selena, my love, listen,
I need more, okay?

I need more hips, more sex,
more everything.

This latex is riding up my ass,

the smoke machine's killing my lungs,

and the song sucks.

- No. I'm out.
- Like hell you are.

Don't touch me.

Get your ass back on that set
and finish the video.

And this time, act like
you actually wanna be here.

I'm sorry, I'm not that good
of an actress. [Gasps]

Listen to me, you little bitch...

- Don't touch me.
- Okay, that's a nice talk.

Can you take this conversation
elsewhere, please?

Stay out of this, Jamil!

I would, except you've got an audience.

You better get yourself together

by the time I get back from my trip,

or I swear, I'll make you pay.

[Crew murmuring]

[Scoffs] See what I have to put up with?

[Siren wailing]

Woman: The yacht of missing music mogul

Jeff "El Jefe" Rodriguez,
of El Jefe Records,

has been found floating adrift
40 miles south of the marina.

While El Jefe has been
missing for 16 days,

authorities have yet to confirm

if the body found on board
is indeed his.

[Doors close, indistinct conversations]

[Police radio chatter]

Uh... just you guys?

Um... yes.

Well, where the hell is Rosie?

- Uh, dentist.
- Car broke down.

- He has a cavity situation.
- Helping Donna with her taxes.

That was not coordinated by us.

But yay, listen, it's gonna be fine.

I'm here, so you're not even gonna

notice a difference, big guy.

Come here.

- All right, get your stuff. Let's go.
- Let's do this.

[Exhales sharply]

[Gasps]

Is he... is that real?

[Sets down case]

- [Whispers] Wow. Wow.
- Very much so.

This El Jefe guy was, what,
missing 16 days?

There's no way
this mummified body is his.

You know, actually, a boat out to sea

creates the perfect storm of conditions

that make mummification possible
in just a couple weeks.

High cabin temperatures...

Low humidity, steady air flow...

High salt content, low bacteria...

Yeah, so two weeks
to turn El Jefe into King Tut

puts time of death within
the first 48 hours of his trip.

Mitchie... we talking about murder here?

[Imitates Rosewood] Give me the room.

[Normal voice] Yeah, it works way
better when Rosie does it, right?

Yeah. Don't answer that.

I mean, maybe he died of natural causes

and drifted to sea
until some fishermen found him.

The boat's GPS system was
manually turned off.

Well, I noticed the
communication system was shot.

Okay, so we're talking sabotage then?

[Cellphone vibrates, touchscreen clicks]

Mitchie: No obvious wounds
with the body in this condition,

so I'm not gonna be able
to give you a cause of death

until I get him back to the lab,

black light my world,
get into my zone...

Mm, mmm, my zone!

Anybody smell vinegar?

I smell vinegar, rotten eggs,
and everything else

- that's funky in here.
- Mm.

All right, we need CSI to trace
this boat front to back.

And let's get that body
to Magic City ASAP.

Hey, V, where you going? Hey!

Where the hell is she going?

[Scoffs] Took you long enough.

- [Door closes]
- Now can't you just flip on the gumballs

- and fly through traffic?
- Joo-Joo, breathe.

Look, I just didn't know who to call.

And I never, ever, never
call on the po-po for anything,

- but you different, you know, because...
- Joo-Joo, stop talking.

- Where is he?
- Wh...

- [Sighs]
- I'm gonna...

Oh, Villa...

Lou Rawls:
You'll never find

Oh, don't look at me.

I've been trying to dial him back.

Listen, when Rosie
is out-partying Joo-Joo,

something just ain't right.

Okay, come on. Let's go.

- Let's go! Up! Get up!
- Wait -

- Get up! Get out! Come on!
- [Claps hands]

Move it now!

Get out before I arrest you
for being high and stupid.

He's probably not gonna remember
your name tomorrow anyway.

- Come on.
- Huh?

- Oh, wait, I forgot my...
- No, mnh-mnh, no, no, no.

Whatever you forgot is not worth
your life, Kitty. Just go.

Rosie, come on. Get up.

Rosie.

Don't tell me he's gone.

- [Inhales, grunts]
- [Smacks]

Damn! You had to hit him that hard?

- Annalise Villa. What up?
- Give me a hug. Give me a hug.

- Up! No!
- Give me a hug. No...

Oof! You stink!

Make sure he takes a shower
before stepping out in public.

He smells like hookers
and cheap tequila.

Not cheap. Broke.

- Flat-ass broke. [Chuckles]
- [Door slams]

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www.addic7ed.com

Okay, you know I could, uh,
I could run tox.

That's my job. I'm already running it.

Look, with Rosie out sick,
Villa thought you guys

could use an extra hand,
and it's my day off, so...

Okay, then, make yourself useful.

Thank you.

I cannot believe
the Jeff "El Jefe" Rodriguez

- is on our table.
- Wait, you know him?

I mean, not personally.

But that guy right there?

Oh, he's the most hated man
in the music biz.

Really? I thought that honor
went to Justin Bieber.

- [Laughs] Bieber.
- Pippy: Ha ha ha. Close, but no.

El Jefe is notorious
for discovering young talent

and then robbing them blind

in the worst music contracts in history.

Crappy, but technically legal.

First, we need to confirm that
this is actually El Jefe. So...

- Bicarb-ethanol.
- Bicarb-ethanol. Yeah.

Should help us retrieve
those dried-up prints.

Good morning! What's happening?
What do we got?

Rosie? I thought you were...

Um, Villa said that you were home sick.

Well, you heard wrong because
I'm firing on all cylinders.

I'm talking all cylinders.

- Hey, my man. Good to see you.
- What's up?

Hey, thanks for helping out,

but your services are
no longer needed, all right?

- Yeah, okay. Any time.
- Thank you very much.

Have a good day. Have a good day.

- See you later.
- TMI: Bye.

All right, come on, let's get to work.

- Um, okay.
- Yeah.

So what are we thinking?
Is this murder or not?

Well, the lab's still trying
to find cause of death.

Look, it's possible the deceased
turned the boat's GPS off

and the communication system
corroded on its own.

Yeah, but something just
doesn't smell right to us.

Literally. I mean, the boat
reeked worse than the body.

- Food rot, vinegar...
- Vinegar?

Yeah, maybe from the spilled wine.

You know, when wine ferments...

I know how wine ferments, Ira.

Okay.

Did you know that vinegar was an acid?

I know.

What, are you saying it
could've been used

to sabotage the boat's
communication system?

Makes sense. Why don't you have
forensics test the antenna?

If it's sabotage, then it's murder.

The victim on the boat
was definitely El Jefe.

The prints match.

Rosie, I thought you were taking
a couple more days off.

No, no can do, Villa.
See, one of the side effects

of being taken for everything you got

is needing a little thing called...

wait for it... [Whispers] cash.

Why don't we talk outside in private?

No, no, no. Wait, wait. What are
we talking in private for?

[Laughs] No need to talk
in private. I mean...

[Loudly] Everybody knows that
I got robbed blind, right?

Everybody knows Rosie got robbed blind?

You know it. Yeah, I know.
You got the memo. Uh-huh.

I see it in your eyes, too.

You know, maybe I can be
a cautionary tale

- for my two little friends right here.
- [Sighs]

Three words for you guys...
hide your wallets.

Hide the wallets! Ha ha! I like that.

Hide your wallets. Wallets...

Rosie, we're gonna find Tawnya, okay?

It's just a matter of time.

And her phone's been disconnected,

but Kayla's hasn't,
and as soon as she turns

her phone back on,
we'll be able to trace them.

- Okay, that's good news, Villa.
- [Door closes]

But right now we're investigating

one of the most hated men
in the music business.

So where do we start?

El Jefe had a girlfriend, Lena Price.

She's on her way here.

The dead rich dude's girl is coming in?

- You have to let me in on that.
- No.

Villa, Hornstock,
you guys take the girlfriend.

Rosie, you wanna work?

Back to the lab. Focus on the body.

Why don't you get me a cause of death?

Can you do that?

[Blinds rattle]

[Door closes]

We're very sorry for your loss.

Lena, we just need you
to fill in the blanks for us.

Was Jeff on his boat alone?

Damn right he was.
Who else would be with him?

I-I'm sorry, it's Keke, right?
You're Lena's friend.

- Ride or die.
- If you don't shut it

and let her answer
these questions herself,

- I'll have you ejected.
- Jeff was alone.

Um, he liked the solitude on his boat.

It was the only time
he could find peace.

Uh, yeah, I mean,
when you're gifted like Jeff,

everyone wants a piece of you.

My bad.

Are you in the music business, too?

Well, I used to dance.

That's actually how Jeff and I met,

on one of his music videos.

It was love at first sight.

Lena, we heard Jeff had
a lot of enemies.

Maybe you could help narrow down

the list of people who wanted him dead?

Oh, there's no list. Lil V did this.

He murdered Jeff. No doubt.

Lil V? The reggaet?n artist?

Lil V and Jeff started
in music together.

They used to be close.

Yeah, until Jeff's career took off.

Then Lil V got salty

because Jeff wouldn't let him
ride his coattails.

It took years for Lil V
to make it on his own.

- Yeah.
- And he never forgave Jeff.

You think he killed him over that?

"Your punk-ass wannabe self
better watch your back."

Excuse me?

"That's why yo' peeps fleeing
like roaches,

"tryin' to get on my label.

Yo, get in my way, I'll put
your culo en la tierra."

Those are tweets Lil V sent to Jeff

the day before he left on his yacht.

TMI: Looks like we won't be getting much

off this thing formerly known
as a heart.

So we should probably discuss the, uh,

the elephant in the room.

Rosie. I'm talking about Rosie.

Right. No, no, no.
It's just, technically,

he's not in the room, so...

Right. Clearly, he's not
himself right now.

Look, he's just working through
things his way, okay?

Eventually, he'll find his way
back to being Rosie, trust me.

- Both: Hey!
- Is there a problem?

No. [Clears throat] No.

We just went through the, uh,
victim's medical records.

No red flags. No pre-existing
medical conditions, so...

And we also, um, ran full X-rays,

and there's no evidence of
any, uh, existing trauma, so...

And I'm waiting on tox results,

but other than that, we have nada.

All right, well, thank you
for the update.

I can take it from here.
You guys can all go home.

- I'm sorry, what?
- TMI: Home?

I haven't paid you guys in two weeks.

I don't expect you to work
for free, so leave. V?monos.

- No.
- I said leave!

I'm not a charity case. Go.

First of all, I'm gonna need you
to take the bass out your voice.

Okay, second of all,
get over yourself, bro.

Nobody thinks you're a charity.

In fact, we're not even here
because of you.

Jeff was murdered.

Doesn't matter that he was
a douche in real life.

The fact is, every victim
deserves closure.

That's why we're here, because of Jeff,

not because you.

Wow.

Please tell me that is not
what I used to sound like.

Actually, I think that
Pippy does it better.

Yeah, she kinda crushed it.

Donna: Beaumont Rosewood, Jr.

A word, please. Now.

Aren't you supposed to be

on your "Eat Pray Love" trip
with Gerald?

I came back early.

And that trip is not
what I want to talk about.

Well, I don't wanna talk about
what you wanna talk about, so...

So some trifng bitch took off
with all your money.

That is not an excuse
for you to be recklessly

partying your way to an early grave,

especially with your heart condition.

So I guess we are talking about

what I didn't want to talk about, hmm?

The bank accounts that
Tawnya emptied? Refillable.

Credit cards? Replaceable.

Your broken heart? Mendable.

But this life, your life...

This is a one-time deal,

and, baby, you do not get
to throw that away,

not for some little tramp.

Well, with all due respect,

if I decide to throw my life
away, it's mine to throw.

- So thank you.
- With all due respect,

six months in my womb,
a near-fatal C section,

and decades of sleepless nights
says otherwise.

Hey, I hate to interrupt

this not-as-quiet-as-you-think
family argument that's going on.

Rosie, tox results are in.
You need to see this.

Hey, hold up. Real quick, um,

I know you asked me to give you space,

but please remember
sibling code number one.

Always have each other's back.

I'm here if you need me.
That's all I'm saying.

Um, apparently, Jeff was on Digitalis.

Yeah, and based on the results,
he's been taking it for a while.

Looks like he's suffering
from atrial fibrillation.

Why wasn't that in his medical records?

Maybe he was keeping it a secret.

The music industry can be
very cutthroat.

And El Jefe did like
that people were afraid of him.

And a defective heart could make
him vulnerable to his enemies.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, you guys, come on.

That is a little bit of a stretch.

This is the music industry.
It's not the mob.

Tara, people will always take advantage

of any sign of weakness.

And the faster you learn that,
the better a life you'll lead.

Okay.

If it, you know, looks like
Rosie and it walks like Rosie,

but it doesn't sound...

I'm sorry.

Maybe someone who knew about
Jeff's heart condition

gave him something on that boat

that would trigger a cardiac event,

hoping that it'd make it look
like he died of natural causes.

I need to call Villa.

Villa might be a little too busy

to answer her phone right now.

Woman: Breaking news.
Shots have been fired...

inside the home
of reggaet?n artist Lil V.

[Amplified voice]
Victor Rivera, you need to stand down!

You are surrounded!

Man: Victor Rivera, this is the EMPD...

[Speaks indistinctly] Great.

I'm glad to see things
are going smoothly without me.

Rosie, you can't be here.

This little punk already
shot at us once.

You need to move back or you
need to put a vest on.

- Lil V: I'm recording this live...
- Is he...

Yeah, dumb enough to live chat
his standoff with the police?

It seems so.

...know what it is.
They trying to set me up.

A'ight, look, so I ain't
leaving the crib

until my lawyers get here.

Okay? Get here right now!

- I'm not playin' with y'all...
- Okay, Hornstock, where are we

on finding another access point
to this house?

Wait a minute. Wait. Wait.
So what's his lawyer's name?

- I don't know.
- Um...

No, no, no, it's that...
that famous guy.

Um, uh, Bernstein? Bender?

All right, listen, Lil V didn't
shoot his gun at you guys.

- I'm gonna go inside and prove it.
- Okay, Rosie, just... hang on a second.

Hey, Villa, listen, I'm not
trying to die on national TV.

I got this. Let me go inside.

Wait. Wait. Okay, here are the rules.

I'll take your 6.
You talk at the front door.

No entry. Got it?

No entry.

Hey.

I know.

Everybody, he's fine.
Just let him through.

Keep him covered.

- Man: Gentlemen, be ready.
- Man: Eyes up. Stay alert.

- Man: Hold your fire.
- [Dialing]

Man: Hold your fire! Eyes up!

[Line rings]

Victor.

Victor, Bender sent me!

[Helicopter hovering overhead]

Oh, word?

Lockstein and Bender sending
brothers now?

Rosie! Don't go inside!

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.

You just can't be barging up
on my house, man. Who are you?

Beaumont Rosewood, Jr.
I'm a private pathologist.

Look, I don't... I don't care
what that is.

- Hey, you need to bounce, man!
- The fact that I'm in here

is the only thing keeping the police
from lighting this place up.

Let that sink in.

I gotta say, I saw that comin'.

Yeah, well, at least he dialed us in.

Yeah, well, I hope he knows
what he's doin'.

Okay, well, if we see anything

that makes us nervous, we go in hard.

I'm trying to save your life,

but to do that,
I'm gonna need two things.

First, stop live FaceStreaming
your every damn thought.

Yeah, it's stupid,
and you look stupid doing it.

Yo, my fans need to know the truth, man,

'cause everything that happened to me...

- Look, hey.
- [Cellphone beeps]

Second, I'm trying to keep
your ass out of jail.

- Yo!
- Where's your gun?

[Sighs]

Look, I know that you didn't
shoot at the cops.

I noticed this bullet hole
in your gold record

when you were live FaceStreaming.

If you were shooting at the cops,

the bullet hole would've been
much closer to the door.

The gun went off accidentally,
didn't it?

[Sighs]

Okay, look, I don't...

I don't have a permit for the gun.

When I heard Five-O, I tried to
hide it before letting them in.

Look, I dropped it, and it went
off when it hit the ground.

Look, I got sweaty palms, man!

I know. You have palmar hyperhidrosis.

I'm already on probation
for a couple DUIs on a Segway.

My lawyers said keep my nose clean, man.

Well, having an illegal gun
is not keeping your nose clean.

Look, I need it for protection.

You heard what happened to El Jefe.

I did, and that's actually what
we're here to talk to you about.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What you...

You think I killed Jeff?

Well, there was that Twitter beef

- over you stealing his artists.
- No, it was one artist!

And it was my girlfriend, Selena Monet.

Look, El Jefe was stealing all her money

and stifling her creativity.

I wasn't gonna sit there
and just let that happen.

Well, see, here's the thing.

Saving your girl while
getting back at your rival?

Sounds like a clear motive to me.

You did it, didn't you?

Where's the gun?

Okay, got it. Thanks.

Lil V's alibi checked out.

- I told you I was innocent!
- Hey, watch the car.

And watch my chains.

He was giving a private concert

at some Chinese princess'
Sweet 16 in Hong Kong.

So all we have him on
is an illegal possession

- of a firearm and nothing else?
- What about Selena Monet?

It was her money that
El Jefe was messing with.

So maybe she figured out another
way to get out of her contract.

She was El Jefe's biggest artist,

and they did spend a lot of time
together, which means...

She could have figured out
Jeff had a bad heart,

found the best way to get rid of him.

Why don't you guys go find
this Selena girl?

I'll finish things up here.

- [Lil V shouts indistinctly]
- Yeah.

A'ight, yo, I told y'all man
I was innocent.

Wait till my real lawyer get here

instead of the fake one that showed up!

Selena:
Got you moving like
oh, oh, oh

-
You can't say no, no, no

And one, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

And two, two, three, four, five, six...

-
That girl is poison

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

No, this is a private rehearsal.
Y'all gotta leave.

Detective Villa, East Miami PD.

We're here about the murder
of Jeff Rodriguez.

We'd like to talk to Selena
for a minute.

- Damon, take five.
- Sure thing.

Oh, come on, girl.

If you were grinding on a guy
who looked like him all day,

- you'd be kissing him, too.
- I thought you were dating Lil V.

I mean, I wouldn't exactly
call it dating.

- He serves a purpose.
- An equal opportunity user.

Well, that's honest. I like it.

Have you guys found Jeff's killer?

I'm sorry, who are you?

Jamil, Selena's choreographer.

Jeff was also a friend of mine.

Jeff didn't have any friends,
just people that he used.

And you're too damn loyal to see that.

Jeff kept the bullies off my ass
when we were growing up.

It's not easy being
the gay kid who loves to dance

when you live in Biloxi.

I owe him for that.

And Jeff's been playing on
your gratitude his whole career

by getting you to choreograph
for next to nothing.

You don't seem particularly
upset that Jeff is dead.

Jeff was a manipulative ass.

Where were you January 2nd and 3rd?

Look, I didn't kill him.

Would have loved to, but I didn't.

If you have any other questions,
you can call my lawyer.

Jamil, get Damon back. Break's over.

She didn't give us an alibi.

Gorgeous George:
I'm extra feeling

[Indistinct conversations]

You Rosewood?

Leland? Thanks for coming.

In cash, just like you asked.

It's all there.

You can't trust people these days.

Pleasure doing business
with you, brother.

I'm not your brother.

Who was that serial killer-looking fool?

My wingman is here!
Joo-Joo's in the house!

Hey, everybody, time to get
this party started!

Come on now! Started! Hey, Marcus.

Hey, let me get a glass
for my man right here.

- Joo-Joo is in the house!
- Unh-unh, unh-unh.

Hey, it looks like you've
partied enough for the day.

Let me get you home, man.

Oh, okay, so what,
you calling the shots now?

Negro, please. [Chuckles]

Hey, you my boy, so I'm-a let
that slide just once,

- but don't push me.
- Okay, so now I'm your boy, huh?

Come on, man.

Don't act like we both don't know

why you pretend to be my friend.

Just another brother
for Joo-Joo to mooch off of.

Rosie...

Just mooching. Nah, nah, nah,
nah, it's cool, it's cool.

'Cause you know what it's like?

It's kind of like your super power.

You can benefit off of anybody
in any state of mind.

And as long as I'm running around town,

running up tabs,
keeping the party going,

you're willing to hang with me,
be with me,

really be my boy, huh?

Negro, please. Get up outta here.

Yo... [Inhales deeply] Real talk?

I'm here 'cause it's obvious

your ass can't be alone right now.

I was trying to be
a good friend, but my bad.

- Yeah, okay. Yeah.
- Because clearly,

you don't need no friends, do you?

Your bad.

Marcus, I wanna close out, man.

Appreciate you letting me run up
this tab all week.

There's no tab, man.

Your boy Joo-Joo's been
paying for everything.

Bro! It's midnight.
What are you doing here?

I couldn't sleep. You?

[Sighs deeply] Well, outside of music,

I don't have a life, so...

I thought that you and TMI were...

Just a post breakup slip up,

and I don't feel like
dissecting that, so...

what you got there?

Everyone's pay for the last two weeks.

There's yours.

In cash? [Scoffs]

Bro, where did you get this money?

And why do you smell like
a frat boy on spring break?

What do we got here?

I'm-a circle back to this cash.

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

I re-swabbed the mouth

because one of the results
was inconclusive.

- So you're retesting?
- Mm-hmm.

- Did you do the...
- Mouth, esophagus,

under the tongue, around the cheeks.

[Monitor beeps] Oh.

[Types]

Boom. There were two sets of DNA
found in the victim's mouth.

So it turns out El Jefe wasn't
on the boat alone after all.

Mnh-mnh.

So our victim was a liar
and a cheat. Say it isn't so.

So who's Jeff's chick on the side?

- [Types]
- [Beeping]

Whoa. Try man on the side.

Chase Austin.

And he has his very own assault record.

Chase, do you mind if we tell you

a little bit about yourself?

Hornstock: You used
to cut hair for a living.

Me? I don't have a hair guy.

You had your own salon that
shut down after only six months.

When times were rough
and your scissors were on ice,

you got into a few bar brawls,
got arrested of couple times.

Then you met Jeff.

A rich, powerful celebrity

living the sweet life, yeah?

You were able to live
the sweet life, too,

once you started
your little secret affair.

- Jeff and I were just...
- Don't say "just friends."

Look, we found your DNA on Jeff's lips.

That... that's this general area
right here.

I know where the lips are.

Jeff had a certain reputation.

And let's just say that in his industry,

him being gay wouldn't have
helped his empire. So...

So you kept it a secret.

You wanted to tell the world,
and he didn't.

An argument erupts out at sea.
You kill him,

then take the jet ski
hitched to the back of the boat.

And Bob's your uncle.

No! I-I'd never kill Jeffrey.

I-I loved what we had together.

This fool loved his ass some money.

He loved sliding his ass
into private jets,

loved washing his ass with gold bidets,

and right now he is lying his ass off.

Um, what is happening
with you right now?

I know people like Chase.

Okay, what they do is,
they lock onto a mark,

they enjoy the ride till
it's time to jump to the next.

And who are we talking about here?

Well, we're talking about Chase
not being our killer.

What? What makes you say that?

Look, if I wasn't broke,
I would bet all my money

that it was Jeff that wanted
to come out.

And this... this... this leech

is the one that didn't
want that to happen.

You know why?

Because it could jeopardize
Jeff's empire?

Which would hurt his bank accounts.

Chase: Jeff was the one
who wanted to come out, not me.

It could have ruined his career.

I-I dug him, but I loved our lifestyle.

Really loved it.

Rosewood: [Muffled] Boom! See?
Ha ha! Told ya! I told you!

You little greedy bastard!
I told you. I told you.

Look, we got into a huge argument

that night on the boat.

We cut our vacation short, came back.

I got off the boat
and I never saw him again.

I swear to you, he was fine when I left.

See? So I guess we just...

We just go and let Chase
back out onto the street

to lock in on his next meal ticket, huh?

- [Pats back]
- Told you. Told you.

[Door opens]

[Phone rings in distance]

Rosie, how can I help you?

You can't. I don't need help.

- Doughnut?
- I'm good.

Hey, um, just step into my office.

Have a seat.

You wanna know where I've lived
a good chunk of my adult life?

On a boat?

[Chuckles]

Rock bottom.

'Cause I don't have faith in anything,

especially people.

You see, people have this
natural instinct

to become part of a tribe, right?

Commonly referred to
as family or friends,

but it's still just a tribe.

But not me.

You're looking at my tribe.

Me. Alone. You know why?

I don't know, 'cause your
parents didn't want you,

and now you don't want anyone either?

And because I say the same thing
you said to me

every time someone offers...
"I don't need help."

All right, I hear you, okay, but...

You don't want to be me, Rosie.

No roots, no one to call
when you pick up the phone.

Trust me, it's not a life.

Okay. Well, I'm not one
to usually offer,

but if you ever need to vent

or you need money that
you never have to pay back,

you just say the word.

My old man left me plenty.

Out of guilt, but...

I have no intentions of using it.

Hey, I'm good on money now, but thanks.

[Sighs]

Take to me, Villa.

Well, I'm going to keep Chase
on a 24-hour hold

until I can officially clear him.

And my next stop...

Questioning Lena, the lying girlfriend,

because if El Jefe wanted to
come out, he won't need her

masquerading as his fake
video ho girlfriend anymore,

which means she could
be discarded like trash,

which sounds like clear motive to me.

You know, I don't like
this new look on you.

Well, you better learn to like
the new look on me, okay, Villa,

because I'm gonna be riding shotgun

- in your new car for a while.
- My car? Why?

Because I sold the GTO.

Okay, Rosie, let me ease our way
into this interrogation.

You're burning a bit hot.
Relax, Villa. Relax.

I'm coming into this interrogation

with an overly optimistic
"Rosie" point of view.

- Okay, but you...
- I hope Lena has an amazing explanation

that rings true and sincere.

But if I'm right about her being
a money-devouring succubus...

- Succubus?
- Yeah, succubus.

A money-devouring succubus.

I want you guys all to step back

and let me grow into my new look.

Lena! Sorry to bother you.

I'm Doc Rosewood. This is Cop Villa.

Hi.

We need you to help us
clear some things up.

Sure. Sure, anything.

Yeah, actually, what we need to know is,

are you a loyal lady who loved
Jeff for the man he was,

- or are you a succ...
- [Clears throat]

Are you an expensive beard
who killed Jeff

because he didn't need you anymore?

And... go.

I'm sorry. Maybe...
Maybe she's deaf in one ear?

Let's try this one more time. And... go.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Look, we know Jeff was gay
and he was seeing someone else.

You know, Jeff plucked me
out of obscurity

and gave me a job and a life.

He put my mother in one

of the best retirement homes
in the country.

In return, he asked for my word,
and I gave it to him.

But everyone sees Jeff
as this ruthless businessman,

but to me, he was a savior.

If you wanna drag me down to
the station, then just do it.

But I'll be damned if I stand here

and let you accuse me
of killing someone that I loved.

Good, bad, or ugly,
I was on the ride with him.

You have a "light bulb" face.

I do.

Maybe Kayla was feeling that
about Tawnya.

Maybe she was just being loyal.

Maybe she needs someone to save her.

L... Lena, I am sorry for your loss.

[Phone rings]

Hey, it's Kayla.
Guess I'm kinda busy right now,

but leave me a message
and I'll get back to you.

- Promise.
- [Beep]

Hey. It's... It's Rosie.

I'm not sure if you're still
checking this phone, but...

I want you to come see me.

I just want to make sure you're okay.

And if you're not, I am here, okay?

And... that's all I care about,
is, uh, that you're okay. So...

Come see me, okay?

[Siren wails in distance]

[Machine door clatters]

You know, I had many meals
from this machine.

I don't recommend it.

It's late.
What are you still doing here?

I didn't see Tawnya coming.

I just missed it. And how did I miss it?

Because you wanted to see Rosie happy.

Because you had no reason
to suspect her.

None of us did.

Oh, we failed him.

Maybe. I don't know.

But, Villa, he's gonna be okay.

Rosie?

- Kayla?
- I was hoping you'd call.

My name's not really Kayla.

And everything you know
about me is a lie.

What's your real name?

Yonce McGill.

I'm 22. And obviously,
I'm not Tawnya's daughter.

Obviously.

Look, I can't sit here and apologize.

Yeah, well, it's a great start.

Such a great start.

You wanna hear about great starts?

I've been on my own since I was 10.

Every day in these shoes
is a fight to survive.

You were just my next path
to a warm bed, a decent meal,

and not having to sell myself
to a stranger.

And am I sorry for that? No.

But what I am sorry for is...

hurting someone like you,
hurting a family like yours.

[Door opens]

Hey, got your text.
I can take it from here.

I know it's crazy, but part of
me wanted to keep going,

live the lie because I never
felt so safe, you know?

I never had someone like you
look out for me.

And I didn't want that to end.

So I walked away from Tawnya.

You did what?

I didn't take a dime of your money.

The last time I saw you,
outside the police station,

I told Tawnya I was out.

We got into it,
and we went our separate ways.

Yeah, fool me twice, shame on me.

I'm being straight with you.

And I'm gonna change my life,

now that I know there's
another way, a better way.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

- Book her.
- Hey, are you serious?

Book her.

Rosie? Rosie, wait, please!

Please, Rosie,
please don't leave! Please!

[Voice echoes] Rosie!

[Knock on door]

[Sighs] I talked to Hornstock.

I heard about
the Kayla situation. How is he?

He's gonna be okay.

He just needs some time
to clear his head.

Ms. D, let me... let me take this round.

Thank you, but I'm...

[Whispers] I've got this one, I promise.

Want to hear something
kind of embarrassing?

When I am pissed off at the world,

or I'm upset or...

or it just hurts to move,
I... [Inhales deeply]

I-I shake my arms and my body like this.

Like I'm shaking it off, right?

And then I just scream, top of my lungs.

- From here, from my core.
- No, you don't... don't...

[Screaming]

[Sighs deeply]

Come on, try it.

I'm not the screaming type, Villa.

But you could be. Come on.
Come on, just try it. No. No.

- It just takes a little bit...
- No.

Okay, so what, you're gonna give
me the halftime speech now?

About how I should go back
to being the same old Rosie?

Rosie, I love you no matter what.

But this kind of stress
mixed with no sleep

and a decent amount of alcohol
means what

for a guy with two holes in his heart?

Your third stroke?

Organ failure? An aneurysm?

You're... you're not
taking care of yourself,

and that... that scares me to death.

And... and... [Sighs]

What you're doing...

[Voice breaking] it hurts me.

And if that doesn't mean
anything to you, then...

[Sniffles] by all means,
do whatever you want.

I'm gonna be okay.

Just need a little time, little space.

Then I'll be okay.

And stop taking it out on your plants.

What did they do to you?

Baking powder and Epsom salt.

- For what?
- It's an old wives' tale.

I need both to bring
this poor thing back to life.

I've got a crazy idea.

I'm so angry at you.

Not angry. I'm frustrated.

And you know what? It's not your fault.

Who you talking to?

- We are rehydrating the body!
- TMI: Yes?

Oh, yes. Get down here, Rosie,
if you're the real Rosie.

My bro is back, right?
Hopefully. Mm-hmm.

Wait. Did you say "rehydrating"?

That's what I said.
And our shopping list is...

glycerin, sodium chloride,
sodium bicarbonate,

human serum, and a lot
of fabric softener.

Go.

- I think I remember fabric softener.
- Go!

Roseman, postmortem rehydration
is theoretical.

It's the musings of a witch doctor

named Horatio Adler
in an article that never, ever

should have been written or published.

I'm pretty sure he's not even
an real doctor.

Really? That's interesting,
because I am Horatio Adler.

Yes, it's a pseudonym that I use
for certain medical journals.

[Laughs] That makes so much sense.

That makes... no sense. Wait. Really?

No. But since we've exhausted
all of our other options,

it's Hail Mary time.

And if we are successful
at rehydrating this body,

then guess what we'll see?

- Body marks.
- Body marks!

- Body marks.
- Body marks.

- Let's go! Let's do this! Come on!
- All right, all right!

Earth, Wind & Fire:

- [Beeping]
-
Life ain't always

[Beeping]

It works.

- Unbelievable.
- Yeah.

I really didn't think
that was gonna work.

[Mitchie laughs]

Hey, are those prong marks?

Jeff was tasered.

And that's what stopped his heart.

You know what? Can we flip
the body real quick?

One, two...

- Careful, careful, careful.
- [Sloshing]

[Grunts]

Yeah, that looks like drag marks to me.

- Dragged from where?
- Give me the forceps, please.

Yeah.

TMI: Is that wood?

Villa: You know what I'm thinking?

I'm thinking El Jefe was tasered
as he got off the boat,

dragged back on board,
then taken out to sea,

and then the killer took
the missing jet ski

and rode it back to shore.

Right, Rosie?

[Scoffs] Uh...

Do I need to say what I said again

- so that you actually hear it?
- Villa, it's quiet time.

Quiet time? Quiet time?

Okay. [Chuckles] Uh,
so I'm... I'm a child now? Wow.

Should I sit in a time-out
so that you could, um...

Nope! I got it! Right down there.

The marks on Jeff's body span
from his head to his shoulders

to the lower back.

That tells me he was dragged
more than just a few feet.

You recognize that?

Taser confetti.

It's discharged when you fire the gun.

- Mm-hmm, and the confetti is...
- Traceable, which means...

This little guy is gonna lead us
right to our killer.

Jamil, do you recognize
this little guy here?

- No?
- No.

No?

Mm.

Thank you.

[Clicks]

[Crackling]

I gotta say, I love confetti.

Jamil, we know you bought
your Taser cartridges

from the Big Boys Sports Store
over on Alvarado Street.

Same place I get my tennis rackets.

Rosie is not good at tennis,

and you, Jamil, are not good
at getting away with murder.

[Scoffs] Look,

someone stole my Taser, okay?

So I don't even know why I'm here.

We got the search warrant.

We found the Taser gun
in your apartment. Sit down.

[Huffs]

Look, I had nothing but love for him.

You mean you were in love with him.

[Whispers] Oh, God.

Rosewood: Jamil, you and Jeff,
you guys go way back, right?

You guys grew up in Biloxi together?

Then after all these years,

your best friend finally
decides to come out...

He did, but it wasn't for you.
It was for Chase.

Jeff gets into an argument
with Chase on the boat...

They return to dry land.

Chase gets off the boat, leaves.

Jeff ties the boat up,
then walks down the dock...

Where you confronted him.

Unable to deal with his constant
rejection of your feelings,

you attacked him.

Look, I didn't... I didn't mean
to kill him, okay?

- I was defending myself.
- Come on, Jamil.

You were one of the only people

to knew about Jeff's heart condition.

So you brought the perfect
weapon to trigger an attack.

After all those years
of friendship and loyalty,

you felt cheated.

He should've picked me.

I'm the one who would've made him happy.

[Exhales deeply]

I just needed a chance.

Yeah, well, you would've
been a real catch.

Now you can stand.

[Handcuffs click]

Hey, you okay?

Uh, yeah.

Actually, I need a favor.

I told them to drop
all the charges against you.

I don't know why, but I believe you.

I think you're ready
to live a better life.

And I want that for you.

Here's your chance. Don't screw it up.

Is there any way

that we could go back to normal?

[Inhales deeply]

No, there isn't.

Goodbye.

Okay, I'm just making sure...
He's right there.

- You good?
- Hey.

Yeah. Yeah, it's all good. All good.

- Thanks for that.
- Any time.

Hey, uh, hey, man, I know
you're on your way home,

so, um... we got two options
on the table.

Well, one of us could give you a lift...

Or we give you a loaner.

A loaner? Does it have a siren?

Well, there's one other option.

Maybe you drive yourself home.

[Laughter]

Turns out you're the only one
that can drive a stick.

So you might need a new clutch.

- Wow.
- [Laughs] Yeah.

I-I don't even know what to say.
[Chuckles]

And I definitely don't wanna know

what you guys paid that
greedy bastard I sold it to.

Well, we got him to rethink his price

and perhaps even renew his faith
in our good Lord.

- [Laughs]
- She belongs with you, son.

And everyone here pitched in
to make sure that happened.

Oh, yeah, almost everyone.
Not quite everybody.

Rosewood: Mm-hmm.

All right, look, y'all, all my money,

it went to paying this man's
bar tabs all over town.

Y'all don't know.

He can drink like a fish
when he wants to.

I appreciate you. And I owe you a big...

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Say no m?s.

- No pasa nada.
- Aw.

We're straight. You already know.

Ooh! [Laughs]

- Yellow Queen!
- [Laughs]

- Who wants to for a ride?
- I'd love one.

- [Door closes]
- Okay now.

- Hello.
- TMI: Well, look at that.

All right.

- [Starts engine]
- Be good.

- Love you guys.
- Love you, too!

Love you, son.

Diddy and J.Lo, off in the sunset.

So how'd you know
I'm not good at tennis?

Are you good at tennis?

Hell, no, I'm not good at tennis.

[Laughs]

Oh, I know you, Rosie...

almost too well.

[Inhales sharply]

[Waves lapping, seabirds calling]

You know, it's okay to miss her.

Is it?

Yeah,

because you thought what
you and Tawnya had was special.

And you went all in,

you put yourself out there.

Look, Rosie, you're not mad
at the world.

You're mad at yourself

because part of you still wishes

that what you had was real.

And you know what? I get it.

I'd feel the same way.

Mm.

[Seabirds calling]

- [Screaming]
- [Gasps]

You were supposed to shake
before the scream.

No, no, I shake after my scream.

That's my shake.

You know, you're supposed
to shake before the scream.

Well, no, I'm shaking... I'm shaking...

Okay, shake it off...

Lou Rawls:
As long as you live

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