All language subtitles for Rosewood s02e20 Calliphoridae & Country Roads.eng

Previously on "Rosewood"...

For a guy who needs a kidney transplant,

you're going kind of hard.

- You taking my pulse?
- I just got to make sure.

Too busy playing cop.
That's why nobody trusts you.

Does that include you?

Hornstock: What you're doing
for Rosie, that makes you family.

- [Flatline]
- I'm not getting a pulse.

- Stand by!
- Charging.

Clear!

There's been a complication.

Miss D.

[Weakly] What's wrong?

Clear.

[Paddles thump]

Good morning, Mayor. Beautiful day.

- Hey, how you doing, Phillip?
- We'll see you later.

Man: News and weather...

[Stations changing]

[Engine starts]

- [Backfire]
-
Oh, yeah

[Backfire]

[Backfire, engine sputters]

[Groans]

Never been one for
timing, have you, Millie?

[Music fades]

[Woman singing indistinctly]

[Monitor beeping]

He'll pull through.

Slade survived the foster-care system,

a hostage situation, his heart
stopped on the operating table.

I wouldn't count on this new
infection to take him down.

He forced Rosie to take his kidney.

- Now he's the sick one.
- I know.

I wish I knew he was that selfless.

I would have asked him for a raise.

Rosewood: Breakfast of champions!

Steel-cut oatmeal with chia
seeds and almond butter.

Perfect for keeping the muscles
loose and spirits lifted.

I'm surprised you're on your feet

after stepping on so many toes.

The nurses told me you won't
stop giving them advice.

Dr. Zeldin had to block your calls.

Well, Villa, I'm just an expert

offering his incredibly,
incredibly valuable opinion.

- He's the chief of surgery.
- And you have a lab to run.

Well, who says I can't do both?

Well, can you? I just saw
a spasm in your right eye.

You're sweating through your shirt,
even though it's 60 degrees in here,

and the double shot of
Rosieness you're sipping

tells me you're overcompensating
for how you actually feel.

Really? Y-You're doing my thing
to me? That what you're doing?

Have you been sleeping here, Rosie?

I mean, it's only four
weeks since your surgery.

You're still healing.

I wouldn't put myself at risk like that.

Rose-man, we got you some fresh
clothes for your overnight bag.

Forgot the socks, though.

- That's on me.
- Yeah, see?

Mitchie is perfectly
capable of handling the lab

while I see to Slade's
recovery, and Pippy and TMI...

I can't keep lying to Mom.
She's starting to suspect.

I might have told her that
you're getting man-groomed

with the head lather and
the beard trim and mani-pedi.

- Manscaping.
- [Cellphone rings]

Oh.

Amy?

It's been a while.

What?

Orson Delmar, 33 years old.

Youngest-ever mayor of Marshwood...

and, uh, valedictorian
of his high school,

weirdly good painter
of people... and bears.

We just got lunch a few weeks ago.

And what happened when you met?

Uh, we ate, talked.

So, yeah, I hadn't seen him in years.

Was he the summer
fling you told me about?

Clearly no judgment.

He was my first boyfriend.

'Cause my parents owned
a place in Marshwood,

or... okay, an estate.

And I just kind of spent all
my summers growing up there.

Why didn't you tell me the whole story?

What happened?

I just didn't think it mattered.

'Cause we haven't seen him since
my parents sold their place,

and that was after I left for college.

And so we just kind of,
you know, lost touch.

Tee, if you're not comfortable
being involved with this case...

No, I'm good.

I'm good.

Um, the sheriff in Marshwood...
Amy... she's my friend.

She mentioned that when we spoke.

They don't have the resources
to conduct a full autopsy.

Yeah, and she said some things
weren't adding up about Orson's death.

And, uh, she didn't
want anyone in Marshwood

to find out about it

- [Ding]
- until she could prove it.

And that's where we coming.

Uh, continue prepping the body.

Mitchie, run a CT scan.

Yeah

Wow. You're still here. I'm shocked.

Shouldn't you be halfway
to Marshwood by now?

And shouldn't you be at EMPD by now?

No, I took some vacation days,

because I had a feeling

that I needed to take
someone out of Miami

before Slade's doctors
file a restraining order.

Hmm. You sure you're not trying to
take yourself out of Miami,

maybe a little bro-cation?

That's a vacation from your brother.

You know what? Marcos and I are fine.

Oh, "fine." You know,

there's that four-letter word
that never means any good.

I mean, prepackaged meals are
fine, bottled water is fine.

- Sweetheart candies are...
- Fine!

I may have realized that

the best way for me to help Marcos
is to just get out of his way.

You okay? That didn't sound like you.

But I'm also taking you to Marshwood

to make sure you don't overdo it.

Okay? You have at least four
more weeks until you're 100%.

Okay, look, okay, a Rosewood at even 50%

is a normal person at 110%,
so don't worry about me.

You're the one
with no jurisdiction.

You're the one who was only
recently cleared to drive.

So what are you trying to say?

So, I'm coming with you,

'cause Marshwood is
different than Miami.

You're gonna need me.

Rosie, we're only gone a few days.

Did you really need to bring five bags?

Villa, we're going to the country.

You have to be prepared
for everything, okay?

H-He's not wrong, 'cause
from personal experience,

dressing for a cakewalk...
it... it's no cakewalk.

Rosie, you missed the turn.
The interstate's that way.

Got to make a quick pit stop.

I'm not sure what the
wireless situation is like,

but if you can call
me with any updates...

and I'm not talking every minute.

Maybe... maybe every
five minutes you could...?

Okay, how 'bout if I
just phone you, uh...

if his situation changes.

Okay, that works. That works, too.

And, also, I talked the nurses into

letting you use their on-call nap room.

That way, you don't have to leave here.

So... So when he gets up...
That's not gonna happen.

Honestly, Rosie, if you
want to do right by Slade,

just take care of the
kidney he gave you.

Okay, I'll keep you in the know.

I promise.

Promise?

Promise.

- All right?
- All right, all right.

- Appreciate you, man. Thanks.
- Yeah.

TMI: Wow. It looks exactly the same.

Oh! Sweetie's Creamery!

That's where Orson and
I used to get soft serve.

Oh, my God! That's where
we had our first... um...

...movie.

[Rooster crows]

[Car door opens, TMI sighs]

- I got it.
- You got it?

I'll get better at that.

Tara.

- Hi.
- Been a while.

[Chuckles]

Oh, come here.

[Both chuckle]

Now, that's a proper hello.

Wow. Okay. Villa, Rosie,
um, this is Amy Potts.

And we met my first summer in Marshwood.

Oh, we were thick as
thieves there for a while.

- Yeah.
- Orson, too.

- Oh, and it's Sheriff Potts.
- Mm-hmm.

Welcome to Marshwood, "The
Nicest Place on Earth."

Oh, Tara's told me all about you two.

In all honesty, I can't wait
to see you two in action.

Oh.

Wow. I-Is that what passes for
evidence collection around here?

No. No, uh, that's banana cream pie.

Picked some up on my
way over. It's delicious.

We're okay.

Did you investigate the crime scene?

Uh, yeah, it's, uh...

not officially a crime scene yet.

My gut's telling me that
Orson's death wasn't an accident.

Based on my preliminary examination,

Orson was dead approximately

four to six hours prior
to you finding him.

Right. But Orson was always careful...

you know, safety first, and last.

Flip his tractor? Makes no sense.

Why didn't you continue the
investigation on your own?

I needed an M.E., and
Marshwood doesn't have one.

But I remembered my old summer buddy

worked for the best
pathologist in the state.

May I?

Oh, well...

did you take it apart?

Maybe he was low on brake fluid.

Oh, I-I haven't laid a hand on it,

you know, since we pulled Orson out.

I was waiting for you all to arrive.

Tara. You want to do your thing?

What thing?

[Chuckles]

You can take the girl
out of the country,

but she'll never forget

how to massage her way
around a John Deere.

- Rosie, you're not gonna join in on the fun?
- No, I'm good.

Engine grease and silk
blazers do not mix.

I'll stick to the topsoil.

["Hip-hop Country Rock
Jam" by the Xchange plays]

I couldn't find anything wrong
with the tires or the brake system.

Yeah, and aside from the oil being low,

the engine's working fine.

It really doesn't look like
it's been tampered with.

Potts: I just can't believe
Orson would be so reckless.

Rosewood: I don't believe
he was reckless.

Minimal bruising on
the body suggests that

he was not killed
by the tractor rolling over.

And if he was trapped underneath it,

I would see dirt
underneath his fingernails

or signs of struggle
in the soil. I didn't.

So what killed him?

I don't know, I have
to run some more tests,

but he was dead before
he hit the ground.

Are you saying...

I'm sorry, but, yes.

There's a good chance that
your friend was murdered.

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So, we found a number of
blowfly larvae in Orson's body.

They usually lay their eggs
within minutes of death.

But these larvae...

have barely developed, given
the state of decomposition.

And they feed off of dead tissue.

Something in the victim's body
must have stunted their growth.

Hmm. To inhibit larval development
that much, it must have been poison.

So Orson was poisoned,
and that same poison

affected the larvae
that fed on his corpse?

Bingo.

And to determine what
poison, I am making a patented

Mitchie Mendelson maggot milkshake.

It's the best way to separate

the organic and inorganic matter.

Did you really have that patented?

I tried, but the patent office...

is super political.

Okay, so we know how
Orson was murdered.

Hopefully, we'll find something
inside this house that tells us why.

Thanks, guys.

So, we need to locate

anything that could have
been used to poison Orson...

that's medicine, needles,
inhalers, food, beverages.

This whole time, I
was hoping I was wrong

about Orson being murdered.

I mean, Marshwood's the type of place

people leave their doors unlocked.

Worst crime we've had since
I've been sheriff is when

Timmy Butler tried to rob the
Shop-and-Feed with a garden hose.

Poisoning the mayor?

That's... big.

Look, there is some
pretty personal stuff

in these trash bags...

photos, letters, journals.

I mean, I don't think
the killer did this.

Well, maybe Orson had some
secrets he didn't want public.

Maybe he was just spring cleaning.

Best way to welcome the future
is to let go of the past.

She might be onto something.

I mean, this bag is labeled "trash."

Orson was purging.

Well, he wasn't throwing
everything away.

These are all mine...

and, uh, they're labeled "to keep."

I don't know, it was just...

you know, two old friends catching up

over a Cracker Barrel Sunrise Sampler

and a short stack of pecan pancakes.

I mean, why did he keep all your stuff?

Do you think he still had feelings?

No. Our relationship wasn't
really like that. I mean...

I left tons of stuff at
his place over the years,

- so maybe he was finally returning it?
- [Cellphone ringing]

_

- [Cellphone beeps]
- I'll be right back.

Do you remember anything else

about your lunch with Orson?

Why are you rocking
your interrogation face?

So, are you interrogating me right now?

No, no, there's no reverb in your voice,

there's no squeaking linoleum.

It doesn't sound like
you're at a hospital to me.

I'm not a babysitter.

I'm a cop, Rosie.

And waiting at the
hospital makes me anxious.

- Plus, I had to pick up something at the station.
- [Whirring]

Yeah, did that "something"
have 36 grams of fat

in a single serving?

[Panting]

You there, Rosie?

Earth to Rosie?

Yeah, no. No, I'm... I'm here.

No, no, he's not.

- Bye, Rosie.
- Come on. Villa.

Now, don't tell me that you're mad

because I'm criticizing
Hornstock's diet.

No, I'm mad because...

I know you care about
Slade. Okay, we all do.

But you have a victim who is
counting on you to solve his murder.

So I need you to stop stressing

and come with me to City Hall
so we can check Orson's office.

Okay, but there's still evidence
that needs to be collected.

Yeah, TMI and Sheriff Potts
can handle that on their own.

But we still don't know
where Orson was poisoned.

Maybe it was at his work. So let's go.

Okay, okay, okay. I'll go.

I'll go under one condition.

If it involves you
calling Hornstock, then no.

I will go under the
condition that you admit

that the reason why you're here

working on this case
outside of your jurisdiction

is because you're avoiding your brother.

Seriously?

[Scoffs] I already told you

that Marcos and I...

Are avoiding the subject.

Come on. [Hispanic accent]
You're avoiding Marcos.

[Birds caw]

Why don't you all take a load off.

This pie is fresh from the oven.

Mayor Delmar was the judge
of our last bake sale.

Beverly here won.

What is it with all the baked goods?

Well, in most places,

baking is a nice thing
to do for visitors.

You know, my mother, she always wanted
to retire to a place like Marshwood.

You can tell the good ones...

not afraid to talk about their mamas.

We got you the minutes from
our Town Council meetings.

You need anything else, you let us know.

Thank you.

Villa, check this out.

Condoms, testosterone
gel, and body paint.

Not the usual supplies
you pick up at Staples.

[Sighs]

Tara?

There you are.

Do you remember when we took this photo?

The time I split my overalls?

How could I forget?

[Laughing] I forgot that.

Ohh.

I should have called more.

Nah. Would have made us miss you more.

That didn't help, did it?

I know, uh...

this certainly isn't the time, but, uh,

I don't think you're the
only one Orson was missing.

Found these love letters
in one of the trash bags.

I think Orson was having
a secret relationship.

Villa: For love letters, these are tame.

"I'm the waves, you're the beach."

Yeah, well, Orson was
always kind of a prude.

Took him a whole summer to hold my hand.

Rosewood: Well, he
threw away every letter.

Whoever he was seeing, he wanted
to keep their identity secret.

Maybe she was married?

Well, Marshwood's not the kind of
place where you can keep a secret.

I tried once,

and then that Sunday,
Pastor Frank gave a sermon

about skinny-dipping in Tucker Lake.

You can keep anything secret

if you lock your doors tight enough.

- We don't lo...
- Lock doors in Marshwood, I know.

We found "performance
enhancers" in Orson's desk.

Maybe there's a reason
he was keeping it at work.

Of course I knew Orson.

Everyone knows the mayor.

Marshwood's only got a
few hundred people, and...

we worked pretty closely,

me running the tourism board and all.

Oh. "Worked closely."

You know, in Miami,

- we call that "cheating."
- Yeah.

I...really don't know
what you're talking about.

No? Well, we actually found
the letters that he wrote you.

"I'm the waves, you're the beach."

"Beach"..."Sandy." That's you.

Orson could never pass up a
chance to tell a terrible joke.

How could you do that to Earl, huh?

Y'all been married for years.

Don't you know I'm
eaten up inside about it?

But I loved Orson, truly.

He is...

...was my soul mate.

Your husband didn't suspect anything?

We kept it in the office.

I am not proud, but I finally
told Earl the truth this morning.

I figured it would come
out with all this mess.

The worst part is...

Earl was the one filling
that testosterone prescription

so Orson could...

perform.

Your husband was Orson's pharmacist?

Him and all Marshwood.

Testosterone gel can
cause heart attacks in men.

So if her husband

was intentionally giving
Orson the wrong dosage,

that's murder.

- [Car door closes]
- Rosewood: [Groans]

Is that night-blooming jasmine?

I swear, you must be part bloodhound.

- Get down!
- [Gunshot]

Earl! Drop the damn shotgun!

Earl: You're trespassing!

Get gone!

Does he always roll out
the welcome mat like this?

Earl's got a bit of a temper,

especially when he's been drinking.

[Gunshot]

This is between me and my wife!

I think I should run left,
draw fire away from the GTO.

Are you really thinking
about your car right now?

The buckshot might do
a little damage to me,

- but it would end the Yellow Queen.
- Whatever, just...

keep him talking.

What? Hey! Villa!

Villa, the bad guy's that way!

Earl!

TMI, TMI, get down!

It's Tara Izikoff.

I don't know if you remember me.

Yeah, yeah, you...

You're the skinny-dipper.

Okay... well, yeah.

But also, um...

you, uh, you knew my
friend Orson, your mayor.

He remembered every moment
that we spent together,

like when I cut my finger
picking raspberries,

that time we almost drowned in the lake,

[Voice breaking] and, um, kissing...

in the back of the movie theater.

That's the man that you killed.

I didn't kill anybody.

We'll be the judge of that.

Drop the weapon.

Oh, I love a town where
nobody locks their doors.

I want the lawyer.

Jeff Groves.

You met him at City Hall.

He's the only lawyer in town.

Look, I hate to be rude, Earl,

but you really need to start talking.

We know you killed Orson. He
was sleeping with your wife.

You were his pharmacist.

You were mixing a higher
dosage of testosterone

- than was prescribed.
- The overdose stopped his heart.

Look, i-if I wanted to kill
the mayor, I'd have shot him.

It's much easier.

Yeah, like you tried to shoot us?

I-If I wanted to hit you,
y-you'd be dead right now.

I just found out about
Sandy and Orson this morning.

- I'd been drinking, I was angry.
- [Cellphone buzzes]

What do you got for me?

We examined Orson's heart
and we tested his blood.

It's impossible to tell for sure,

but there doesn't appear to be

any evidence of a heart attack.

And I ran the chemicals in
the testosterone gel you found.

None were present in the larvae.

So the gel isn't the cause of death.

Earl didn't kill Orson.

Yeah, I told you.

Now, can you open the door, please?

You shot at cops. That
door is staying locked.

What she said.

We're transferring you to County.

We need to look for a different toxin,

but I need results in hours, not days.

I already eliminated
all the usual suspects

with a prelim tox screen.

I-I'm at a loss for
what to do next.

I'm not.

But you're not gonna like it.

[Horn honks]

[Crowd murmuring]

Hey!

- Welcome to my old hang...
- Oh.

- Brother right there. Mm-hmm.
- Oh. Sorry.

Weren't sure where we were
on the public intimacy scale.

So...

Oh. This is nice.

It's like a postcard out here.

Maybe getting outside
the city isn't so bad

Oh, says the sister who vetoed

every Rosewood family
camping trip since... forever.

Oh, man! Did I miss driving
that hoss on the open road.

She handles... about like you'd expect.

- Did you bring Orson's body?
- Uh, as per requested,

yeah, in case we need to
run any additional tests.

So, where do we set up shop?

[Dogs barking]

Pippy: This is... different.

A veterinary clinic?

Well, unfortunately,

this is the best we have to offer.

Coroner's office closed last year,

and the nearest hospital
is five towns over.

But this should have
most of what you need.

And Blue Thunder will give us the rest.

- Thank you.
- Why did the coroner's office close?

People stopped dying?

Uh... Dr. Mac retired.

And, uh... w-we weren't in
need of a replacement until

this awful business
with Orson, so, uh...

Well, I'll be in my office
if you need anything.

I didn't want to freak
you out with a big hug,

but, um... it's awfully
good to meet you, Pippy.

Thanks for taking care of Tara for us.

[Cats meowing]

Okay, let's scrub this
place down and get to work.

[Grunts]

[Dog howling]

Are we sure this is the best option?

Pets can lower human stress levels

better than some prescription meds.

You know, my owl, Charlie,

oversaw all my early cases.

That is... until he mistook
a gallbladder for a mouse.

Which was an honest mistake.

What's the game plan?

'Cause we're back to
no motive, no suspect,

and every single poison that we've
tested for has come back negative.

I'm good.

- We're gonna be good.
- Yes, we are.

Because we know where Orson died...

a small, isolated town,
not many resources...

that limits the killer's options.

So you want to do a reverse diagnosis.

Exactly. Based on the region, the
season, and the known symptoms,

we can narrow down all
the possible poisons

the killer could have used.

On it.

[Cellphone beeps]

Okay, okay, Hornstock.
Look, I get it, I get it.

No call, no change.

But, uh, give me a ring when you can.

- [Cellphone beeps]
- [Sighs]

[Cellphone beeps]

Hornstock! Rosie. Hey.

It was a test. You passed.

Congrats, congrats.

But, uh, give me... give me a ring.

[Sighing] Ohh.

[Panting]

Potts: Rosie.

What are you doing out here?

The Town Council generously
gave us all of their files,

and we maybe also had
some ice cream sundaes.

TMI was right.

Sweetie's is the best.

TMI: Digitalis. It's digitalis.

Yeah. Digitalis... It's
also known as foxglov

And it's one of five poisonous flowers

currently in bloom in the area.

Yes, it contains a
naturally occurring poison,

which is known as digitoxin.

Yes, and we found 4 milligrams per
liter of digitoxin in his blood.

So that is what killed Orson.

Now, given that Orson
was acting normally

in the hours leading up to his death,

it's likely that the killer administered

one milligram of poison
per hour for four hours.

Well, once we have a suspect,

then we'll be able to test for traces.

This town isn't too big.

Might as well test everyone, right?

Y-You can make that happen?

This isn't going to hurt, right?

Um, no. I'm just gonna swab
the inside of your check.

Do you want to open?

And that's it.

I don't mean to speak out of line,

but I think Orson was talking
about you the other day...

after your lunch.

- It's Tara, right?
- Yeah.

The way he talked about you...

it made me happy to see him so happy.

I'm sorry if that's weird or...

No, no. It's very sweet, yeah.

He was proud of you.

Orson didn't have much of a family,

and he mentioned yours
wasn't the most supportive.

Guessing that's why
you two were so close.

Anyway, I...

just thought you should know.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Guys?

Guys, sorry to interrupt.

You need to see this.

I tested 80% of the
samples we've taken, right?

And 100% of them tested
positive for digitalis.

Right, so either someone in
Marshwood poisoned everyone

or everyone in Marshwood
poisoned... Orson.

[Cellphone buzzes]

It's Hornstock.

He said he would call if
there were any changes.

Rosewood: Yeah.

Wait. Slow down, slow
down. What happened?

[Alarm blaring]

I mean, I was only gone an hour or two.

He was doing fine when I left.

What did the doctors say?

Hornstock.

Is he gonna make it?

- So, that was...
- Hornstock.

And Slade?

The infection he had turned septic.

So far, his immune
system is not responding

to any of the antibiotics
his doctors have administered,

so, until they find the right
combination, it's not great.

- Where are you going?
- To get the GTO.

I dragged you here,
I'm gonna drag you back.

Hey, is everything okay?

Actually...

no.

Um, I'm sorry.

We were just... Staying right here.

If I'm gonna trust Slade's
doctors not to give up on him,

I am not gonna give up on Orson.

So, so far...

every single citizen of Marshwood

has tested positive for digitalis.

We need to narrow the suspect pool.

Too bad, 'cause I just widened it.

You can add one of your
own to the list of suspects.

What? Who?

Me.

I thought I'd run my own
test, see what turned up.

It was positive.

TMI: Okay, well, that
doesn't make any sense.

Let me guess.

It does to you.

It does to me.

Okay, well, now we know
how everyone in town

was exposed to the same
poison that killed Orson.

The air must be filled
with digitalis pollen.

It's harmless, but I think
it contaminated the samples.

With this much in
bloom, all of Marshwood

had the opportunity to poison Orson.

Well, now we need to look at motive.

Wow. [Chuckles]

Sorry, I can't resist the salaciousness

of small-town squabbles.

TMI: Sorry, squabbles?

Not... that's not in Marshwood.

Au contraire.

According to the transcripts,

the Marshwood Town Council
meetings had it all...

innuendo, thinly veiled threats...

emphasis on "thin"... and judgment.

Oh, the judgment.

Guess Marshwood's not as
picture-perfect as we thought.

I would like to direct
your attention to page 136,

wherein Jeff Groves,

Marshwood's only attorney
and Town Council treasurer,

suggests that somebody

was stealing money
from the town coffers.

You mean like embezzlement?

I mean like embezzlement.

And Mr. Groves thinks that
the guilty party was...

...Orson.

Okay, well, the Orson I knew

would never have done
something like that, so...

Tee, sometimes we don't know
people as well as we think.

We need to talk to Mr. Groves.

Mm-hmm.

What's going on with you?

Besides my first
boyfriend being murdered

and accused of stealing and...

Yeah, besides that.

Okay, when I had lunch with Orson,

I might have given him some advice.

'Cause I knew him, Pipp, and I
could tell that he was unhappy.

And he admitted to being stressed

and that he needed to get
rid of stuff in his life

that wasn't making him happy,

and so I might've said...

"Do whatever it takes
to make yourself happy."

And now I'm afraid that
the stress was financial,

and that "Do whatever it takes to
make you happy" was embezzlement.

So what if I caused him to do
something that got him killed?

Okay.

Okay.

Say your advice caused
Orson to come back here

and to steal that money.

Say he pissed someone off about it,

and they killed him.

Oh, my God. [Sighs]

- Ohhhhh!
- Okay, breathe.

You can't be guilty of
someone else's mistake.

So...

let's get out there and find

who really killed your friend.

Groves: Freshly squeezed lemonade.

Are you sure you don't want some?

I make the finest in town.

Actually, yes, we
would really like some.

Never take a beverage
from a man with a spittoon.

- First of all, I own a spittoon.
- No, you don't.

You're right, I don't, but you're still
judging him unfairly for a spittoon.

- Stop saying "spittoon."
- Okay. Spittoon.

Uh, that spittoon

belonged to my great-grandfather...

a general in the Confederate Army.

Okay, not so unfairly.

Oh, thank you.

I keep it around to remind myself

never to turn out like him.

Marshwood might appear
to be stuck in the past,

but we welcome the progress
the present brings. [Chuckles]

Well, speaking of Marshwood, we
actually uncovered some evidence

that the town isn't doing
that well financially.

Couldn't be further from the truth.

Oh, cut the BS.

Our associate read the Town
Council meeting minutes.

You accused Orson of embezzling money

from the Marshwood treasury.

I, uh...

didn't mean to accuse Orson so publicly.

But...

we're desperate.

Marshwood's had to
cut funding to schools,

fire the police force.

If we don't merge with
the next town over,

there's gonna be a lot of people here

with no way to support their family.

Which would give a lot of people
here reason to want Orson dead.

So, where was the money he stole going?

Wait, you're the only lawyer in town.

Did you draw up Orson's will?

- I did.
- You mind grabbing that for us?

Sure.

Villa: If my boyfriend
wanted to impress me,

one pair of
diamond earrings would do.

You have five.

Potts: And, uh, the couture to match.

You know, it's funny.

I almost wore this to work today.

What a coincidence. Me too.

Rosewood: Did Orson buy
you all this stuff, Sandy?

Maybe with the money that he
was stealing from the town?

No. Orson wasn't a thief.

We have a witness who says otherwise.

Who? Jeff Groves?

Nasty... nitwit.

So can you explain where you got
all this high-end merchandise?

Yeah, it's my side business.

I buy in bulk and sell it all on eBay.

The margins are... pretty good,

but, honestly, it keeps me so busy,

it feels like having a full-time job.

Mm.

Sandy, where did you get this cup?

That was Orson's flavor cup.

- Made everything taste like oranges.
- Because he hated the taste of water.

He carried that cup with him everywhere.

He wouldn't just leave it behind.

Maybe he left it to you in the will,

like he did everything else.

What are you talking about?

You're the sole beneficiary
for Orson's estate.

Which gives you motive.

See the powder residue around the rim?

I believe it's digitalis.

This cup is our murder weapon,

and it was on your drying rack.

Which you tried to wipe clean.

We knew you had the
motive to want Orson dead.

Now we know you had the means, too.

But I was with Earl
all day. He'll tell you.

I'm sure the husband you cheated on

will do everything
he can to back you up.

Your town, your collar.

[Sighs] Sandy Langford,

you're under arrest for
the murder of Orson Delmar.

[Handcuffs clink]

[Sighs]

[Sighs] Well, Sandy's been booked.

Back to Slade and Marcos...

real-life stuff.

Rosie! We need you... now!

What?

Come here. Come here.

She just collapsed.

What happened?

Rosie, what's going on?

Her heart just stopped.

- [Dogs barking]
- Let me help you!

Rosie, you're not supposed to
lift anything over 50 pounds.

If I hadn't, she'd be dead already.

- TMI: What is it?
- Cardiac arrest from the digitalis poisoning.

- Villa, grab that stand.
- Mitchie: Should I call an ambulance?

No. The nearest hospital
is over an hour away.

If we're gonna save her,
we need to do it right here.

- I'll prep an epi injection.
- Hurry up.

Come on! Let's go, Mitchie!

Yeah, yeah, I got it. Here you go.

Pippy: One, two, three,

four, five...

- Anything?
- Not yet.

- Should I get the AutoPulse?
- Too late for that.

Again!

One, two, three,

four, five...

Come on, baby girl. Please.

- Mitchie: Come on, now.
- Come on, come on, come on.

Come on, come on, come
on, come on, come on.

[Coughing, gasping]

- Pippy: Okay. Easy.
- All right.

It's gonna be okay.
You're gonna be okay.

We just need to administer the antidote.

- Prep the DigiFab.
- Okay.

What just happened?

The person who killed Orson,

they just tried to kill you, too.

Thanks. [Sighs]

Earl corroborated Sandy's alibi.

Said she was with him
the day Orson died.

Well, that coupled with the poison,

I'm gonna guess we're taking
Sandy off the suspects list.

Hey, guys.

Hey, Mitchie. Sorry, now is not
the time for an expense report.

Yeah, good one. That's
a good zinger, boss.

No, but these are
not my expenses.

They're the city of Marshwood's.

Are they as riveting as
the Town Council minutes?

More so. And, you know,
when I see all these numbers,

I can't help but perform my specialty.

- Owl taming?
- Autopsies?

Forensic accounting.

You know, even messy divorces
have their silver linings.

What do the numbers tell you?

That Jeff Groves was telling the truth.

Marshwood was in trouble,

but Orson wasn't stealing
funds from the town.

He was depositing his own money

into the city treasury
to try and save it.

So if Orson wasn't embezzling
the money, then who was?

The same person who wanted Sandy dead.

You were right.

Orson wasn't the one
stealing from the town.

And we think you know who did.

And we also think that
they tried to poison you

to protect their secret.

Marshwood's a small place,
and you're all close here.

But if you could tell us who...

It was Jeff Groves.

The attorney?

Orson covered for him.

[Scoffs] I did, too.

Because he knew you and Orson
were having an affair, didn't he?

Jeff said he would tell my husband

if we turned him in.

I should have told you sooner.

Earl knows now, but Jeff has pictures...

of me and Orson doing...

We know. We're good.

And there were costumes involved.

And we'd gotten really
creative with the body paints.

No, we're... we're so good.

If we told the truth
from the beginning...

Orson would still be alive.

Or Jeff would have killed
you both for revenge.

All I'm saying is we do the best we can

with the information
we have in the present.

I think it's time we go talk to Jeff.

No sign of Groves inside.

Yeah, nothing to give us
probable cause to search his home.

Yeah, except for the digitalis

growing in his front yard.

[Door opens]

Rosie. Stand back.

Rosie, where are you going?

- Stand back!
- Shh! This is back.

Villa: Over-packing for a getaway?

That's a first for me.

You got to be prepared for anything,

especially when you're on the run.

I'm willing to cooperate.

You tried to skip the town
you were embezzling from.

And that means we're
way past cooperation, Jeff.

And you were blackmailing
Orson and Sandy Langford

so they wouldn't come
clean about your stealing.

It's called mutually
assured destruction.

It's a tactic.

Like... I scratch your
back, you scratch mine.

I've got my own back, thank you.

I kept quiet about their affair,

they kept quiet about the stealing.

Everyone was happy.

Yeah, till one ended up dead and
the other one almost dead.

Orson and Sandy were
honoring their promise to me,

which means I had no motivation
to kill either of them.

See, now would be the time
that I would ask for a lawyer...

if I hadn't already gotten

the state's ninth-highest
score on the bar exam,

so, if you have no further questions...

We tested the cup that
you found at Sandy's house.

It totally is the murder weapon.

Yeah, the digitalis was concentrated

in between the inner and outer layers.

And while the killer thought to wipe

their prints off the outer layer...

They forgot to do the same on the inner.

So you have the killer's partial print.

We do. Just call us the
Matlocks of Marshwood.

Do we have enough to hold Jeff?

No, because he didn't do it.

I appreciate everything
you've done, but really,

I feel right as rain now.

Well, I know you may feel fine,

but your bloodwork indicated
a larger dose of digitalis

than we anticipated,

so you mind getting up
here for a second, please?

It actually was 8 milligrams per liter

over a one-hour time period,

and that's not good at all.

I'm not sure I understand.

A large dose that concentrated
over such a short period of time

can lead to internal
bleeding, among other things.

So, you mind laying down, please?

I'm afraid I have to
give you an ultrasound

just to make sure
that it's not too late.

Too late for what?

To prevent organ failure.

Let's see, here.

Oh.

What's wrong? Do you see something?

I do.

It's something I've never seen before.

What? What is it?

I'm actually not sure.

Now, this could be a tumor,

but given the size, I'd give you...

25 to life.

Don't worry. It's not a tumor.

It's a large dose of digitalis

that you ingested in
order to poison yourself.

I didn't catch it in Orson's
body because you administered it

in small doses over
a long period of time.

But this... this right
here, you were desperate.

Ohh. I guess we got
too close for comfort,

so you had to throw us off the scent.

What?

Me?

Well, you must just be...

nuttier than a pecan pie, you know that?

You sure? You're the one that's
throwing down the death stare.

Because it's her fault!

Before he saw you two weeks ago,

Orson and I had a plan.

I was gonna leave Earl.
We were gonna be together.

I...finally got what I wanted.

Orson.

And I wasn't gonna let
you take him from me.

We had lunch.

N-Nothing happened.

Then why did he come back saying
he was sick of being an adulterer

and he needed to get rid
of everything in his life

not making him happy,

and that included me?

I'll tell you why... because
even if nothing happened

at that lunch, seeing you made him think

he and I weren't meant to be together.

All right, last time I checked, Sandy,

your boyfriend breaking up with you

isn't an excuse to kill him.

He was gonna throw away
everything we had...

because of whatever she said to him.

Don't blame her. It's on you.

Oh. Uh...

Geez, Potts, you don't
need my permission.

This is your town.

Right. I keep forgetting.

Sandy Langford, you're under arrest.

Again.

[Handcuffs clink]

How you holding up?

I'm not great.

Awful.

You know, feeling like
I got my friend... killed.

And... tired, I guess,

and hungry,

and... feeling guilty
that I feel hungry.

'Cause, apparently, I'm the
reason Sandy killed Orson.

Oh, no. No, you shouldn't feel guilty.

As a matter of fact, you're the reason
that he realized that he deserved better.

Yeah, but I could have come back more.

And I could've probably seen
that something was off before.

You were gone.

You moved on, and if
you hadn't moved on,

then you would never
have joined the FBI,

you'd have never met Pipp, and...

most importantly, you would have
never been working for me.

And you wouldn't want
that, though, right?

[Both chuckle]

No.

Good.

In that case, I'll
see you back in Miami.

Okay.

Wait! I totally rode here with you!

Oh, yeah.

[Engine shuts off]

Hey.

Need a ride?

I guess. Your brother
just... pep 'n' ditched.

All right, well... [Sighs]

did the pep part work?

Sort of.

But he doesn't really know
the whole story about Orson.

Well, what didn't you tell him?

About a promise that I made to Orson.

About Marshwood?

About being true to myself.

You know... about you.

About me and you.

[Inhales sharply] You want to tell me?

I do.

Well, get in.

So, you ready to go back...

to whatever's waiting for us in Miami?

Are you?

You know, I wasn't straight with you...

about my brother.

Truth is, he's not driving me crazy.

He's not...

well, anything.

He sits on my couch all day,

playing video games, in the dark.

He doesn't eat, doesn't sleep.

And anytime I try to say something,

it just makes it worse.

I'm afraid one day, I'll
come home, and he'll be...

Have you told him that last part?

I can't.

Because... I'm afraid if I do,

he'll just... run away again.

Listen, Marcos has to
get his head on straight.

And you can't do that for him.

But what you should know
is, it's not your fault.

I know.

So...

when are you gonna realize

that whatever happens to
Slade isn't yours?

Hey, hey. Remember what I told you.

Whatever he's about to tell
you, it is not your fault.

Hornstock, what's going on?

He's gonna be okay.

[Sighing] Ohh!

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