All language subtitles for Rosewood - 02x02 - Secrets & Silent Killers.KILLERS.English.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

Guys, the cops come in,
find drugs in my club,

party's over for everybody...
Come on, man.

Our boy's getting
ball-and-chained this weekend.

Don't kill his buzz yet.

Yo, I got to drain the dragon.

Hey, keep the drinks coming, huh?

Stop following me. Look...

Get the hell... Get off me!
Don't touch me.

All right, guys,
I got to call it a night.

Unlike you degenerates,
I have a wife at home.

What?!

All right, all right, all right.

Trevor. My man.

Welcome to the club.

It's early!

Hey, babe.

I am on my way home.

I love you. I'll see you soon.

Fingers crossed you're still awake.

Damn it. It's after 5:00.

How'd it get so late?
Or, I guess, so early?

Hold on a second.
I think I found something.

Eddie was pretty badly beaten

three months prior to his murder.

What? What are you looking at?

His medical records from New York.

He was admitted on broken ribs,

oral lacerations, hyoid fracture...

R-Rosie, that's impossible.

I'd have noticed if he
came home beaten up.

Wait, let me see.

Wait a sec... Wait a second.
I remember the date.

It was a car accident.

He fell asleep at the
wheel on the way home,

hit a guardrail.

I met him at the E.R.

Villa, Eddie may or may not
have been in a car accident,

but prior to getting into that car,

he got the crap beat out of him.

A-Are you saying he lied to me?

Okay, look.

See these cuts right here?

Those are bite marks.

Villa, cars don't bite.

Detective Villa.

Uh-oh. You sound irritated, Detective.

The sun's barely up.

Did I wake you?

Why are you calling, sir?

"Sir"? Ouch.

Thought we were in a better
place than that, but okay.

We got a dead victim
down at East Marl Marsh.

I need you to get down there.

That's all the way across town.

Isn't there anyone closer?

I need you on this one. I trust you.

I'm still trying to figure out
the rest of the department.

I... Fine, fine.

I'll... I'll meet you there.

No, not this time. I mean,
the sun's barely up, right, Detective?

Someone should enjoy their coffee

and be well-rested for the day.

You just keep me posted.

See, isn't this better
than driving that boxy, blue,

standard-issue joy killer you have?

I can't believe you made me draw straws,
Rosie.

What are you, 12?

- And my car doesn't kill joy.
- "Kill Joy."

I just named your car.

Whatever.

You know, you haven't even
been assigned to this case.

Oh, come on, now, Villa.

You, me, working a crime scene?

That's our happy place.

Wait, is that weird?

Well, you know what would make me happy?

If Hornstock was back in command

and Slade crawled back into
whatever men's fashion magazine

he popped out of.

I think we both know

that Slade isn't who you're
really mad at right now.

Eddie got mixed up in something shady

and lied to me about it.

You don't know that for sure.

Okay, intentionally crashing your car

so you don't have to
explain to your wife

why you got your ass whupped

is a little extreme... I agree.

I mean, if you'd asked me a month ago,

I-I would have sworn that
Eddie and I had no secrets

from each other.

Now I'm beginning to think I
didn't know my husband at all.

What are you guys doing here?

I was just about to ask you
the same thing. Slade sent me.

I'm just the driver. We drew straws.

What, no diaper bag, no binky?

No sippy cup?

Cap, he didn't send me to babysit you.

Yeah, sure he didn't.
And it's "Detective."

Get used to it.

Here's the vic's wallet.
Name's Danny Williams.

Go to town.

What are you doing?

Daisie said oranges and apples

are good for relieving stress.

Oh, Daisie said that.

Don't do that. You look crazy.

Anyone seen anything?

A couple of teens looking for privacy

stumbled on the scene... Called it in.

Rosie, slow down.
You haven't been assigned this case yet.

Well, I'm here.
Might as well make myself useful.

Free of charge.

Villa, you all right?

He's... He's wearing a wedding ring.

Some poor woman is waiting
for her husband to come home,

and that's not gonna happen.

Need a minute?

No, no. I have to do my job.

No signs of struggle in the car.

Nor on the victim.

Door locks weren't tampered with.

No other needle marks on his arm.

Maybe the victim's first time
shooting up, and it went wrong.

Are you just gonna keep pawing
at the victim like that?

Or maybe you want to say something,

make this a little less creepy?

Danny Williams was a recovering addict.

He had calluses on his
thumb and his middle finger

from repetitive rubbing...
Often seen in crack users.

He had also had scar
tissue in between his toes

where he used to inject himself.

All right, so our guy was a junkie,

who fell off the wagon and O.D.'d.

But there's something about the setup

that seems a little too clean.

I mean,
all the scars are in hidden places.

Why all of a sudden decide to shoot up

in the middle of your arm?

Because Danny Williams
didn't inject himself.

There were no teeth
marks on the tourniquet.

Yeah, he couldn't have tied it
that tight with one hand. Exactly.

And there are also
calluses on his left hand,

which is his dominant hand,
which means that...

He would inject himself in
his right arm, not his left.

The guy had help killing himself.

And where I come from,
there's a word for that...

Murder.

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So you're saying this wasn't
an accidental overdose

Whoever killed Danny Williams
knew about his history of drug abuse.

It's a good thing I sent you
out to the crime scene, then.

Well... Oh, thank you, Sydney.

Hornstock would have reached
the same conclusion without me.

He had the scene under control.
Ah, come on, Villa.

You know an extra set of eyes
is always good on a scene.

And, Cap, I really appreciate
you looking out for me.

Hey.

Next time, send more.

Oh.

Wouldn't have taken you for a hugger.

But I like it.

Hey, it's a new day, new captain.

Why not a new me, right?

O...kay.

Uh, we found a set of prints
on the syringe at the scene.

We're running them now.

- With any luck, our killer was sloppy.
- Oh, wow.

I mean,
that would really make it our lucky day,

wouldn't it?

But hey, something clearly
is in the air this morning,

so why don't we just
keep our fingers crossed?

Villa, talk to the victim's wife,
all right?

See if she can shed some light

onto what her husband was involved in.

And, Hornstock, why don't you
stay on those magical prints

and process the paperwork
from the crime scene?

My gift to you. No need for a hug.

Paperwork? Captain, that's crazy.

I need Hornstock in the field with me.

Villa. It's all good.

Prints and paperwork it is.

Prints and paperwork... The double "P."

The EMPD identified traces of heroin

in the syringe in his arm.

Well, we'll need to run a
full toxicology on the victim.

I need to know exactly how much
heroin was injected into him

and what it was mixed with.

If this is street heroin,

it might help us figure out
where our killer got it.

I'll get right on it.

Oh, actually, I can do it.

'Cause you guys need to
dive into the autopsy so...

Yeah, this has me written all over it.

Actually, Tee,
that's not really your specialty.

Look,
we all know whose specialty this is.

We all know why she's not here to do it,
okay?

End of discussion.

Unless you want to
keep talking about it.

'Cause you are the boss.
You can fire me.

Thanks.

Should I go offer some help?

No. No. Let her do it. She misses Pip.

And this'll help her feel closer to her.

This victim worked in a hardware store,
right?

His hair is dyed,
and his nailed are manicured.

- And this confuses you because...?
- I don't know.

He just seems awfully
well-groomed for an average Joe.

I can appreciate a man who takes
care of his personal grooming.

Oh, no, yeah.
With that, I completely agree, yeah.

I know it's hard to tell,
but I wasn't always

into the whole personal-grooming thing.

My ex-girlfriend actually
used to call me Mogwai.

M-Mogwai, like "Gremlins."

Gizmo... Never mind.

I worry about you sometimes.

I worry about me, too.

You've done so much for me.

I'm grateful for my new lawyer,

which I promise I will pay you back for.

But, you know, I'm just afraid

this whole thing's taken a toll on you.

I'm fine. I promise.

Now,
what I need you to do is to tell Rebecca

that it's okay to release
the victim's autopsy files.

She says she can't do
it without your consent.

I'm sorry... I can't.

I instructed Rebecca to keep
the files away from you.

Why would you do that?

They're graphic.

You know, look, it's... it's one thing

to read the court transcripts
and to hear about them,

but it's a whole other thing
when you see for yourself.

And these... detailed photos...

Gerald, you're innocent.

My son is the best pathologist
in this entire state.

You mean the son that
still doesn't know I exist.

It's complicated.

Why are you here, Donna?

Why are you risking
everything to help me?

The letter you wrote to my son
wasn't about clearing your name.

Your only concern was
closure for the victims...

That their souls wouldn't
truly rest in peace

until the real killer was found.

That spirituality in
the face of everything

that has happened to you...

I don't know. I just...

I... I can't turn my back on that.

So...

let me help you.

Look.

Look, you've... you've done more
than enough for me, Donna...

At great personal cost.

Go back to living your life.

I hear what you're saying,
but it doesn't make sense.

There is no version of Danny
being dead that makes sense.

Did Danny have any enemies?

Anyone he had an issue with recently?

No. Everyone loved Danny.

Well, clearly not everyone.

Villa.

That's okay.

She's right.

Someone killed Danny,
and me sitting here sugarcoating things

isn't gonna help you
find who killed him.

Was your husband's history with
drug abuse public knowledge?

Danny didn't use drugs.

I'm afraid he did.

He was a recovering addict,

and whoever killed him knew that.

He was my husband.

Don't you think I would
notice something like that?

You wouldn't be the first wife

who found out her husband was a...

A guy with some secrets.

Um, could you excuse us, please?

What? What is your problem?

What is... What is my problem?

Look, Villa, I know this is hitting
a little close to home, okay?

If you don't stop doing your
best Azealia Banks impersonation,

you're gonna find yourself in the car

while Jenny and I finish talking.

You can't put me in a time-out.

I'm the one with the badge, remember?

Oh, you're the one with the badge?

I'm gonna put you in a time-out.
I'm gonna put you in time-out.

Sorry about that. Um...

Can you tell me w-where
Danny was last night?

He was at a bachelor
party at Chynna's Den.

He left a message saying
he was coming home.

And he never made it.

Danny was the perfect guy
I waited my whole life for.

He was funny and loving and generous.

And now he's gone.

How is that fair?

It's not.

You know, I-I-I don't get
the whole strip-club thing.

It's a bunch of drunk
guys hollering at a girl

as she takes her clothes off for money.

Not exactly what the feminists
of the sexual revolution

- had in mind.
- No, not exactly.

Hey, Rosie! Good to see you!

Liz! Hey!

Like the new hair. I like, I like.

Thanks! You noticed.

Seriously?

Well, first of all,
it's been medically proven

that strip clubs are
good for men's health.

They lower the cortisol,
which is the stress hormone,

and they boost the oxytocin,
which is the love hormone.

Right. And which medical journey
did you read that in? Playboy?

Second of all...

Oh! Rosie.

Oh! Luke!

What's up, my man? What can I get you?

We're here on official business.

Do you remember seeing
this guy here last night?

His name is Danny Williams.

He was a part of a bachelor party.

Yeah. His boys were partying
pretty hard last night.

And Danny wasn't?

I mean, he was drinking, yeah,

but he didn't touch the other stuff.

Other stuff?

Look, Luke, we're not here to bust you.

All right? We just...

Danny Williams was murdered last night.

We just want to get down to
the bottom of what happened.

Murdered?

Whoa.

Look, his boys were doing coke.

I told them to get rid of it,

and Danny left shortly...
Just right after that.

Was he by himself?

Yeah, yeah,
but he did get in an argument

with some random guy by
the bathroom just before.

I have no idea what it was about, but...

Okay, these security cameras working?

If so, I'm gonna need those tapes.

Yeah, for sure.

You know,
whatever that computer did to you,

I'm pretty sure it's sorry.

What?

Tee, is everything good?

Oh, yeah. Never better.

Why wouldn't everything be good?

It's better than good, actually.
It is great.

Everything is great!

Da da.

I'm pretty sure that's exactly
what Beyonc� said to Jay Z

right before she dropped "Lemonade."

I'm a member of the Beyhive.

We have a problem.

The prints on the syringe
belong to a Connor Thorne.

That's a lead. That's great.

Which is the exact
opposite of a problem.

Meet Connor Thorne.

I thought his name was Danny Williams.

Danny was his fake name.

Ready for things to get even crazier?

Oh, because that wasn't crazy enough.

Connor Thorne already
has a death certificate.

He died three years ago in Washington,
D.C.

- Faked his death.
- Exactly.

So either he has the
worst luck ever or...

Whatever he was running from
finally caught up with him.

This was a typical day
in his life back in D.C.

His hair was darker.

Man.

Danny Williams, our perfect husband,

average Joe from the hardware store

was really a Jordan Belfort wannabe?

Sheep in wolf's clothing.

I just... flipped the idiom. Just...

I know.

Danny was a big-time
hedge fund manager back in D.C.

with a serious weakness for cars,
women, and drugs.

He started running a mini
Madoff-like ponzi scheme,

embezzling clients'
money to pay for his lifestyle.

When the SEC and the
Feds caught onto him,

he faked a suicide.

Several witnesses saw
him walk into the ocean

down in Virginia Beach.

No one saw him come back out.

Well, you got to give
him points for ingenuity.

No, we don't.

Okay, Danny, Connor...

Whatever the hell we're calling him,
okay...

Received a lot of death
threats from his victims

before his "suicide."

Well, maybe one of those victims
tracked him down to Miami

and made good on their threats.

Or killed him trying
to get their money back.

When he died the first time,

there was still over $2.5
million unaccounted for.

See, that's...
that's what doesn't add up to me.

The guy on my table...

He didn't live a life
of luxury here in Miami.

He lived a simple life.
He loved his wife.

- He took pleasure in the little things.
- So, what are you saying?

I'm saying that whoever he was in D.C.,
he changed.

Don't start with your
whole rainbow prism

with unicorns and glitter.

No. More glitter, less bitter.

No, people's lives were
ruined by Danny Williams.

Hell, at least two of his
victims committed suicide

after losing everything.

He doesn't get to start
over and play house

with some poor, unsuspecting woman.

You always get this fired up
over your cases, Detective?

Uh, let's just say I have a
personal interest in this one.

We need to talk to the wife again,
all right? Rosie?

All right, I'm gonna hop
on the phone with the Feds,

see about those death threats.

Uh, not so fast, Detective.

I have a special job for you.

So,
these were sent over from the SEC.

They're files on all 954 victims

of Connor Thorne's ponzi scheme.

And you want me to go through them,

come up with a list of suspects

who could have gotten
to him here in Miami.

Smart man, Ira.

Go ahead. Bump it.

There you go.

See, I knew you were the
right guy for the job.

What's wrong? Is there a problem?

No.

I'll get started right away.

Good man, Ira. Good man.

Quick question, Cap.

How does a trust fund kid
whose parents are still alive

end up in a group home?

I just had to know
who I was working for.

Happy reading, Detective.

Hey, Pip. It's me.

Um, please don't delete this.

I'm not calling to tell you
that I miss you or something,

but I do... miss you.

But it's... Never mind.

Um, I'm calling for a reason
that's pretty important,

like got-to-catch-a-murderer-
quick kind of important.

I'm running tox on a victim
who O.D.'d on heroin,

and I've run a couple different samples,

but each time,
I get a very different set of results.

The 6-MAM... All over the place.

The O2 is, like, totally inconsistent.

So what am I doing wrong?

And I know that I could just,
you know, ask Mitchie.

So I probably should just ask Mitchie.

So you know what?
Forget that I called.

Okay.

Okay.

Thanks. Sorry. Bye.

Oh. Hey.

Hi.

Did that sound as pathetic as it felt?

She just needs more time.

Pippy has mastered the art of avoidance.

She will come around eventually.

Must be, like, a family trait.

Excuse me?

Come on, Ms. D.

You're never in the lab
when Rosie is anymore.

You're avoiding him,
and my guess is

the reason starts with
"Ger" and ends with "ald."

- Am I right?
- Child, you are talking nonsense.

I've been busy.

- Have you seen Mitchie?
- Why?

You want to ask him something
you should be asking Rosie?!

- Sweet...
- Sorry.

Did I scare you?

No. No, of course not.

I was just...
singing along to gospel music.

Mitchie, I need a favor.

It's just... with you Rosewoods,

favors often give birth to secrets,

and the last time I
did one of you a favor,

it... it... It didn't go so well.

This is gonna be very different.

O...kay.
So Rosie knows about this favor?

No, he doesn't.
And I'd like to keep it that way.

This is a matter of life and death,

and you will not regret this.

What can I do for you?

Well, you called back.

That's amazing.

Did
you break my mass spectrometer?

No! Your equipment's fine.

As am I. Thank you for asking.

Are you at a party?

Where did you pull the
victim's blood sample from?

Okay, no personal talk. Got it.

From his arm,

near where he was injected
in his femoral artery.

Let me guess... You found morphine

in the sample from the arm
and not the other sample.

Exactly. The...
The other blood only showed alcohol.

Well, you didn't make a mistake, Tara.

The victim did not O.D., all right?

Now, he was injected with morphine,

but he was already dead.

No beating heart means
no blood circulation,

which means nowhere for the drugs to go.

Which is why no drugs showed
up in the other sample.

Okay, got it.

But we completed the autopsy,

and there's no sign of
any other cause of death.

Then you guys have a problem.

Because the blood doesn't
lie and I'm never wrong,

so deuces.

I know who I was married to.
He was a good man.

Whoever this Connor Thorne guy is,
he's not Danny.

Okay, Jenny, maybe you should sit down.

Don't. I'm not some child that
needs to be handled.

No one is trying to handle you.

Look at me, Jenny.

Woman to woman,

widow to widow,

I promise you, we're telling the truth.

You lost your husband, too?

Yes.

And the hardest part

can be finding out they weren't perfect.

Danny clearly had his
reasons for lying to you,

but it doesn't mean he didn't love you.

We need your help.

Danny had a fight with
this guy at the strip club

hours before he died.

We think it may be
someone from his past.

- You recognize him?
- Oh, God.

That's... That's...

Troy.

Troy Randolph.

He lives across the street.

Damn. We just lost cause of death.

Villa.

- Hmm?
- Yes. What?

Want to talk about it?

Talk about what?

What's clearly on your mind... Eddie.

Nothing to talk about. I'm fine.

Uh, yeah, no, okay.

"Fine" is right here, but up the block,

around the corner,
down the next street... that's you.

Whole other zip code.

This is Whiskey X-Ray 448.

I have an emergency priority message...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you doing?

I think we need something
called probable cause

before you go busting
down somebody's door.

Listen.

We'll have probable cause
in exactly 3... 2... 1.

Oh, snap.

I hear gunfire. You hear that, Rosie?

We better go in.

Miami P.D.

Whole nother zip code.

"Commando"... One of my favorite movies.

What the hell?!

You can't just break
into somebody's house!

I don't care who you are!
Look, I know my rights!

Well, I heard gunfire.
I thought you were in danger.

- My bad.
- Your bad?

I am so gonna have your badge for this.

Villa.

- I wasn't stalking Danny.
- I'm sorry.

What do you call it when
you follow someone around

and start taking secret photos of them?

Look, if we're going with the
standard definition of stalking,

then yes, all right?

Maybe I was.

But not for the reasons you think.

Enlighten me.

I'm really interested
in becoming a P.I.,

so I needed to practice taking
covert photos and stuff.

- I just... I chose...
- Don't you look at me.

Do you know what happens
to weasels like you

when they get thrown in a cell for life

next to someone called Big Scoops?

You guys will bond...

braid each other's hair.

I don't want to braid anything.

Then try telling me the truth.

Damn it, he didn't deserve her!

He made her miserable,
and I mean, like, all the time!

When he wasn't home,
I'd catch her at night crying,

and I hated seeing her like that.

Jenny Williams.

Wow.

You're in love with Danny's wife.

You killed him to be with Jenny.

What? No!

I...wanted Jenny to
choose me over Danny.

She can't exactly do that if he's dead,
right?

So, what... you were...
following Danny around,

trying to gather up dirt that
would make Jenny leave him?

Oh, not just trying. I succeeded.

Look,
Danny was a liar and he was a cheat,

and I have the photos to prove it.

He was having an affair with
some hot model-looking doctor.

Now, if you ask me,
maybe Danny got tired of the affair.

He tried to end it.

Hot dog, she wasn't having that,
so she killed him.

Okay, Columbo.

Why don't you just leave
the police work to us?

Sit tight.

What? What's wrong?

Well, your...
Your ex-almost-mother-in-law

asked me for a favor,
and I couldn't say no

'cause she's got this... This stare

that just peers right into your soul,
you know?

So you have to say yes.

- And now... And now I know...
- About Gerald?

Yeah.

Wait, what?!

You know about him? How do you know?

How are you so calm about it?

Do you know why he's in prison?

We have to tell Rosie about this.

Okay, just breathe, and, you know,

it's not our place to judge.

The Rosewoods are our family, okay?

And we can't let them implode,

and that's exactly what's gonna happen

as soon as Rosie and
Pippy find out about this.

Any progress on the cause of death?

No, you know what, though?

When we find out, we're gonna tell you,
'cause we're family.

Team MCL. Right?

And there's no secrets in a family.

Not in this house. Not in this house!

You all right, Mitchie?

Yeah. Never better.

What's in the box?

Everything that was in Danny's
car at the crime scene.

We have to go over it all
with a fine-tooth comb,

and that includes going
back over Danny's body.

No organ goes unturned.

He didn't die magically.

We'll figure it out.

Hey.

So, Danny had a mistress
he met at Marisol's Caf�

7:45 every Tuesday night.

Wow. I admit I didn't see that coming.

Well, that's because you see
the best in people, Rosie.

I see the truth.

Yeah, uncalled for.

Super accurate.

Anyway, I don't know who she is,

but I have a pretty good
idea where to find her.

She runs a Narcotics Anonymous meeting

across the street from the caf�.

That's the hot doc up front.

She was wearing a sobriety
ring in the photos.

You know who'd know how to
kill and not leave a trace?

- A doctor.
- A doctor.

Okay. I'll talk to hot doc.

No, she's mine.
You get skater boy over there.

He seems a little too on edge,
and he keeps checking the door.

Danny was right.

This is exactly where I needed to be.

You know Danny?

Danny Williams? Yeah.

I'm actually surprised he
didn't show up tonight.

I'm Annalise.

Milia.

You know, he mentioned you.

He said incredible things about you.

I mean, if I didn't know any better,

I'd say he had a crush.

What?

No.

I mean, he's my sponsor,
so, yeah, we're close.

But there's definitely
nothing romantic between us.

You sure about that?

You're... not a friend of Danny's.

What are you... Private investigator?

Did something happen to Danny?

You know,
I'm not surprised Danny sent you here.

He blesses every life he touches.

Amen, amen.

Sounds like you're talking
from personal experience.

Bro, you kidding?

Danny's, like, the best thing
that's ever happened to me.

Hooked me up with this crazy
scholarship after I got clean.

- Sounds like my man.
- Yeah.

You know, I bet everyone in
here has a personal Danny story.

Yeah.
He helped Joe and Meg save their home.

It was in, like, I don't know,
foreclosure or whatever.

Listen, I don't...
I don't mean to pry, but...

you seem a little on edge.

Maybe I can help?

Nah, man.

It's just Danny never misses a meeting,

so I'm getting a little worried.

We're screwed!

We have no cause of death
and now no suspects, either.

What about the kiss?

Well,
she mistook his kindness for a crush

and planted a kiss on him
during their last meeting.

She was worried that's the
reason he didn't show up tonight.

All right, look, why don't we stop by,

get some aça� bowls, regroup,
look over Danny's files again.

Thanks,
but I think I'm gonna call it a night...

Hit it with fresh eyes in the morning.

Come on, Eddie.

Get it together, Annalise.

Get it together.

Hey. You okay.

Come on. It's way past midnight.

It's a little too late for a nightcap,
but... okay.

Let me get you a glass. You...

Okay, forget about the glass.

What's going on?
What's with the suitcase?

Go ahead. Open it.

Open it!

It's a surprise.

You get a surprise, I get a surprise.

We all get a surprise!

Well,
the headache you're gonna have tomorrow

will not be a surprise.

What are these photos?

Don't know.

Don't care.

You know who hides money?

Criminals.

Surprise!

My lying husband was a criminal!

Whoo!

You're jumping to conclusions, Villa.

You know what, Rosie?
You're right. I am.

But I don't care anymore.

I am done fantasizing about the
man Eddie clearly never was.

I am done turning myself
inside out over him.

I am done!
He can solve his own damn murder!

Well!

Ooh! Not so loud, Mama Rosewood.

And it's not... It's not what you think.

Um, I slept on the couch.

Or maybe it was the floor.

I don't know. It's all a little fuzzy.

Annalise, what is going on here?

And please don't insult my intelligence
by telling me "nothing,"

because I can see that you are in pain,

and I'm not just talking
about that hangover.

Thank you.

Eddie isn't who I... I thought he was.

Your late husband?

All evidence points to him

being involved in something criminal...

Something he kept from me.

And it's probably what got him killed.

I'm so sorry.

I had no idea.

Neither did I, apparently.

My dear...

sometimes you have to ignore
what the evidence says

and trust your gut.

What you and Eddie had was special.

He deserves the benefit of the doubt.

Well, I can't just turn a blind eye

to the lies and all this money.

Well, you don't know where
he got all that money,

how he was gonna use it.

Maybe it's not as bad as you think.

The money.

That's how Danny Williams
was helping his friends...

With the money he stole.

Okay, I have no idea what
you're talking about,

but I will take your word for it.

I have to go.

Uh... please tell Rosie I'll
catch up with him later.

Mom... not the woman I was expecting,

but a beautiful surprise nonetheless.

Eddie was murdered.

And since this is the
first I'm hearing of it,

I've really got to ask...

Why are you dragging your feet on this?

Why haven't you exhumed the body yet?

I'm trying not to
overstep my bounds again.

I'll have the body exhumed
when Villa asks me to.

I'm following her lead on this one.

Oh, please.
We Rosewoods never do anything halfway.

That girl needs closure.

She needs the full Beaumont Rosewood Jr.
on this!

Did you come over here
to talk about Villa?

No, but...

Clearly, you have a lot on your plate,
so it can wait.

Well, what is "it," exactly?

We can talk about it later, son.

I'm working.
Unsuccessfully, but still working.

Well, that would explain
why you haven't called

your older, better-looking sibling.

You mean, the big-headed,
moderately successful sibling

Hey, listen,
have you talked to Mom lately?

I think something's up with her.

Like what?

If I knew, I wouldn't be calling you.

Think it has something to do
with her new friend Gerald.

The boyfriend.

Fine. I'll check in on her.

Cool.

Listen,
I'd hate to think moving on from TMI

meant you'd moved on
from the rest of us, too.

Goodbye, Rosie.

Danny had a hidden bank account?

One his wife didn't know about.

It's where he stashed
the $2 million he stole,

but he wasn't using
the money on himself.

He used it to help his N.A. friends.

Guess Rosie was right.

Danny was trying to make
amends for his past.

Yeah, well, you know what? Good for him.

All I care about is how this
helps me catch a murderer.

Well, there's a large transfer
of funds out of the account

the day before Danny died.

Is that another Robin Hood
payoff to one of his friends?

Mnh-mnh. Guess again.

The money went to Troy
Randolph's account.

The neighbor was blackmailing Danny.

So he must have figured out
Danny was really Connor Thorne.

Something he forgot to
mention last time we talked.

You know, maybe it's time

I had a different kind
of talk with Troy.

Wow.

I see we're abandoning the tenets

of the Daisie Villa
school of stress relief.

Well, I like my way better.

Cap, uh, let's take a walk.

Now's not a good time.
And stop calling me that.

The walk is non-negotiable.

Give me that!

Now, I'm not sure I like
this bossy side of you.

Look, I know you don't want to talk

about whatever got you demoted

or this weird thing with Slade...

That's very perceptive of you.

Okay, zip it. I'm not done, okay?

You got a whole department
that looks up to you.

Villa, 18 years ago,

I showed up at a suspect's house
and beat him up pretty badly

for laying his hands on his kid.

He lived at 2422 Oriole Lane.
I showed up at 2242.

I beat up the wrong guy because...

I flipped the numbers.

I do that sometimes.

The chief at the time made
the whole thing go away.

I never asked how.

Slade must know about my dyslexia.

That's why he keeps benching
me with all this paperwork.

And my guess is,
he hates that he can't fire me,

so he's hoping he can make me quit,

and I just might.

Because going through
all those papers in there

is literally torture for me.

You're a hell of a cop.

And a hell of a leader.

Look,
I don't care if it takes one number

and one letter at at time.

You can do this.

Okay? No way Slade wins on this one.

Not on my watch...

Captain.

We are the best pathology lab... period.

'Cause we are Team Magic City.

I have no problem sharing the spotlight.

So I'm guessing whatever's on that tray

is the answer to all our problems?

Well, I found a white powdery residue

on Danny's items in the evidence box...

Same residue that was on his clothes.

Cocaine?

No. Not coke. Try keratin.

Human-nails keratin.

Danny's nails weren't manicured.

The killer filed them
down before leaving.

Danny must have scratched
him fighting for his life.

So,
the killer didn't want anyone to find

the tissue or DNA.

Yeah, well, too bad he didn't think

to clean up the nail residue,
because in it,

I found high-density polyethylene

and two sets of DNA.

Okay, Danny and who else's?

That's what I need you to find out.

Wh-Where's the polyethylene from?

I think I can answer that one.

Welcome back.

Don't get excited.

Slow your roll. I'm not staying.

So, the polyethylene is from the bag

that your killer filled with nitrogen

and placed over Danny's head.

Ohhh. It's a suicide bag kit.

The nitrogen replaces
the oxygen in the body,

suffocating him from the inside.

Leaving no trace. Ta-da!

- Silent killer.
- Wow.

How'd you figure it out?

Actually...

you did.

You said that the victim's
oxygen levels were inconsistent.

Now, O2 levels in arterial
and venous blood...

They can differ significantly
when someone inhales inert gas.

- Like nitrogen.
- Like nitrogen.

Now, I didn't notice it

the first time I heard your message,

but once I listened to it again,

I realized that it was the oxygen levels

that caught my attention.

Wait, you listened to my
message more than once?

On that note,
I've done what I came to do.

Pippy out.

Pip Pip, your job is here
whenever you want it back.

Thanks, bro.

All right.
Run that DNA through the sequencer.

Let's nail this bastard.

Yeah, you got it.

Where's the other detective?

The pretty one.

Troy... I am the pretty one.

Now, come on. You can tell me.

I mean,
you knew Danny was Connor Thorne, right?

Yes.

Okay?

I blackmailed him... Once.

But I didn't kill him.

Well, why didn't you tell us that?

I was thinking about Big Scoops.

Extortion is a felony
offense in Florida.

I wasn't trying to spend
the next 15 years in prison.

You know what carries a longer sentence,
gorgeous?

Murder.

What are you doing?

Just giving you a little
glimpse into your future.

Oh, man. Look at that mouth.

Yeah.
Those prison boys are gonna eat you up.

Have you ever been
somebody's bitch before?

Okay, okay, I get it!

Just... Please stop touching me.

I didn't say anything
about Danny being Connor

because I didn't want to
cause any problems for anyone.

I just know that I didn't kill him.

I swear.

Oh, my God. But you know who did.

I know who killed Danny.

And it wasn't Troy.

Of course my DNA was all over Danny.
He was my husband

Roll up your sleeves.

Bitch,
don't make me climb over this table

and do it for you.

Let me tell you a story.
You like stories?

It's about a woman...
Let's call her Penny.

She moves to Miami.

Marries what she thought
was the perfect husband.

They live in their perfect
little suburban house,

probably plan to get a dog,

eventually throw in a kid or two.

And then a nosy,
lovesick neighbor comes over

and tells her that her
perfect life is all a lie.

He even has proof that Penny's husband

is a wanted criminal

and tried to pay the neighbor
off to keep him quiet.

Realizing her whole marriage is a sham,

Penny flips her lid
and kills her husband.

Don't you love that story?

You have no idea what
you're talking about.

I get it. I-I get the impulse
to kill him for lying.

I really get it.

I know why she did it.

Yeah, thanks,
but I think we got it figured out.

No. You haven't.

But why didn't
you just turn Danny in to the cops?

Why kill him?

Because killing Connor Thorne
was her plan all along.

Jenny's stepfather is Walter McCall.

He committed suicide after
Connor lost all his money.

You tracked Connor down in Miami

to make him pay for what happened.

Connor got what he deserved.

I lost the only father I had
ever known because of him.

And I would feel sorry for you

if it was just about
avenging your father,

but you showed your true colors.

Somewhere along the way,
it became more about greed for you.

That's why you didn't kill
him when you first found him.

You had to
find the money first...

Money you felt entitled to.

Troy had the missing
piece of the puzzle...

Proof that Danny still had the money.

Yeah. Look at that. Look at that.

That's teamwork right there.

And you know what they say, right?

Please don't say "makes the dream work."

Makes it work!

Oh, yeah. Makes it work.

You know, you can't fool me, Slade.

You're proud of your team.

And that includes Hornstock.

Favor granted.

Thank you.

One of you, speak... Now.

Well, TMI and I feel that...

We, together, feel that, maybe...

You have to tell Pippy
and Rosie about Gerald.

- They deserve to know.
- What she said.

Trust your children, Ms. D.

You know,
their reaction might surprise you,

and at the end of the day,
they are family.

Ohana. "Ohana" means family.

"Family" means never get
left behind or forgotten.

Did you just quote "Lilo & Stitch"?

Thank you both for your concern,

and I will take it into consideration.

That's not good enough.

Either you tell Rosie...

or I will.

Tell me what?

Okay, that's our cue.

We're just gonna go somewhere else.

What's going on?

It's about Gerald.

Nice digs!

Well, hey.

Yeah, uh,
I'm not one for planting roots.

This is mobile.

Am I, uh, in the doghouse for something?

What would make you say that?

Well, the look on your face

and the fact that you
tracked me down here.

You want a beer?

You know, what you're doing to Hornstock

goes beyond being a dick

and moves into full asshat territory.

I mean, look,
you can tell me how you really feel.

Using his disability
to get him to quit...

Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you talking about?
W-What disability?

His dyslexia.

Well, I... I didn't know. I swear.

Then...
what the hell is going on with you two?

Don't tell me "nothing."

Look, he messed up.
He beat up a suspect.

- He broke the rules.
- Okay, wait, wait.

Is that what you think this is about?

Hornstock thought the guy hurt a kid,
okay? I get that.

Hell, I probably would
have kicked his ass, too.

What I have a problem with

is Hornstock schlepping
his ass over to I.A.

18 years later and turning himself in.

I mean, that is a punk move.

What am I supposed to
do with a guy like that?

I need guys on my team that I can trust

to do whatever it takes to get
the bad guys off the street,

not guys who are gonna
go running to I.A.

over every little thing.

God, I would love the
Hornstock from 18 years ago,

but I don't think that
guy exists anymore.

This Hornstock is exactly the
guy you need on your team.

Trust me.

You just have to give him a chance.

Enjoy your beer.

Hey, Villa. Everything okay?

Eddie was my husband.

Our love was real. I know that.

I need to trust that...

trust him.

I'm really ready to do this.

I need to face this thing head-on

and get to the bottom of
what happened to Eddie.

I'm glad to hear you say that.

I just put in a request to
have Eddie's body exhumed.

You're a good friend, Rosie.

Good night.

I...figured it was just a matter of time

before we'd be sitting
across from each other.

I appreciate you coming by.

Explain to me how...

a serial killer...

who gruesomely murdered two young,
innocent women

befriends my mother and convinces her

to put it all on the line for him.

I'm listening.

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