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You're looking at one of my
favorite ways to greet a day.

Have you ever seen anything
more beautiful?

Ah, yes, it puts me at peace.

[breathes deeply]

[high-pitched ringing]

The ringing builds
to a crescendo.

It's from the calcification
in my inner ear.

The pills I pop
to keep the sound alive

come with their own brand
of punishment.

The nerve endings
in my feet...

a combo of walking on coals

and knife slices
shooting up my legs.

When it happens,

I'll admit it gets
the best of me.

♪

[breathes deeply]

I'm gonna be okay.

[breathing deeply]

[laughs]

[LunchMoney Lewis'
"Real Thing" plays]

♪ When she walk out the door
and you don't see her no more ♪

♪ You know, uh, huh,
she found the real thing ♪

♪ When she gone like the wind
and never call you again ♪

♪ You know, uh, huh,
she found the real thing ♪

♪ I'mma laugh with her,
I'mma cry with her ♪

♪ Grow old with her,
probably die with her ♪

♪ Get dressed up,
get fly with her ♪

♪ Take her back home,
lay by the fire with her ♪

[suspenseful music playing]

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[engine revs, tires squealing]

You know, I had kind of
a rough morning today,

but sitting here across
from you right now...

guess my day's getting
a little bit better.

I guess I just feel this
connection, this thing.

It's good.

So you're saying
that I'm good for you.

Actually, I was thinking
that I was good for you.

- [chuckles]
- Oh, okay.

But, hey, you can spin it
any way you want to.

[laughs]

You know, I can re-create
this whole scene

right back at my place.

I have one of those
breakfast trays

that fold out over the bed
and everything.

Over the bed?

Over the bed. Yeah.

- Mm.
- [cellphone vibrates]

Oh, wait. I'm sorry.

God.
I have to take this.

Wait a minute.
That is you playing footsies

with me under
the table, right?

Yes, it is me, but this
really is a patient...

dissociative identity
disorder... having an episode.

Yep.

Oh, I can't wait for us
to have our episode...

of the fun kind.

Call me later.

HORNSTOCK: Suspect's name
is Dante Harrell...

21, works here
as a shuttle driver.

That's the car there.

Wait... the kid
brings the car back?

Yep, making a shuttle run.
Should be back any minute.

[rapping] ♪ On my way
to the bank depositor man ♪

♪ I ain't been to Middle East,
but I been in Iran ♪

♪ I ran to there and back ♪

Let me see those hands...
nice and high!

- OFFICER: Freeze!
- Put your hands up!

Out of the car!
Out of the car now!

- Get down!
- Whoa!

Hands behind your back!

[indistinct conversations]

Wow.

And Dr. Max Cahn
approaches the body...

- Geez!
- ...works the forceps like a seasoned pro.

Rosie, don't do that!

How long were you
standing there?

I don't know...
a few hours, maybe.

Ha.
Villa's out on a call.

Hey, come on, I can't come by
and say what's up to a cohort?

Look, you know that
I am desperate for company,

but we both know that you came
to see Villa.

Well, word on the street

is that it's someone's
two-year anniversary here,

so I just thought
I'd come by

and have a little something
to mark the occasion.

[glove snaps]

"La traviata"
[chuckling] at the ZIFF?

[chuckles]

Rosie, why are you
so nice to me?

Well, because you, my friend,
you have a good one of these...

and you have a passion
for this.

Besides, you and I are two of
the last gentlemen in Miami

who can truly appreciate
the sound of opera.

- Ah.
- You know what I love the most?

It's the silence before
the collective sound

of 900 people having
their breath taken away

at the first
glorious note.

So, what do we got?

Aw, no, you can't take on
another case.

How much money
does one man need?

It's never about the money, Max.
You know that.

It is for me.
I drive a '92 Saturn.

But the point is, this body
does not have "Rosewood"

written anywhere on it,
all right?

Preliminary results show
a healthy 40-year-old male

falls 18 feet onto
a glass coffee table...

blunt-force trauma.

Blunt-force trauma
at 18 feet?

Well, that's
interesting, Max,

'cause that's a long
way to fall

not to have severe
edema, hematomas,

at the laceration points.

Rosewood,
stay away from my body.

This looks nothing
like your body.

Yeah, yeah, it's part of
my murder investigation.

I got the suspect upstairs.

Oh, good.
I could help.

No, I don't need
your help.

Well, I'm not so sure
that's true.

Oh, that is true, and I need you
to leave Max alone.

Max, get me a report
two days ago.

Hey, Max, don't worry
about the report.

Okay, look, look, forget about
the terse nature

in which you just addressed me,
but is that how you talk to Max?

You're asking
the man to help.

I'm asking him to do his job,
just like I'm trying to do mine.

Do you have one?

'Cause you'd look real cute

spinning one of those
arrow signs on the street.

Oh, you know, that's cute.
It's about manners, okay?

- You should get some.
- How about this?

You worry about who's using
their salad fork,

and I'll worry about
solving a murder.

Oh, okay, so these are
your murder-solving pants.

Let me tell you something.

It's about engaging and
connecting with people.

Look, everyone around you
is going through stuff,

experiencing their own
version of life.

Did you know that...
that Max

proposed to his girlfriend,
Frieda, this weekend...

in front of
her whole family?

Yeah, he sang the Dylan song
"Sara" and everything.

He changed the name
to Frieda.

But you know what she said?
She said no.

That happened?

- That did not happen.
- [elevator bell dings]

Max is painfully single.
But the point is this...

everyone has a story, okay,

and you don't care to learn
about anyone else's but your own.

By the way, good morning.
How was your weekend?

Do anything fun?

Yeah, actually,
I took a stroll,

went to the market, bought some
organic peaches, made a pie.

It was yummy.

You did that?

No, I did not do that.

I got to hand it to you,
you got brass ones.

Pretty nifty
little scheme...

people park their car,

get on a plane for a vacation
in Fiji,

bar mitzvah in Saint Louis,

and in Albert Page's case,
a business trip to NYC.

But you know exactly when
they're leaving and returning,

and you have access
to their keys.

So why not take the "Lambo"
out for a joyride,

put it back in its spot...
bam... no one's the wiser.

But that wasn't enough
to tickle your nads.

Probably not hard to get ahold
of their address,

especially if they have
an account.

So you drive to their house,
you break in,

you turn their pad into your own
little personal MTV crib.

But you didn't count on

Albert Page getting home early
from his trip.

Then things go sideways.

You better start yapping,

or your ass is gonna get
to know that seat

like it was your mommy.

When is the moment they lose
all regard for human life?

Villa, there's a really long
medical name

for the stuff
that I'm saying,

but since showing off
is bad manners,

let's just say that he has
a twitch in his eye,

deeper than necessary
respirations,

and you see the way
he's smacking his lips?

That's xerostomia...
dry mouth.

I'm looking at a kid
that's scared to death.

Here's your worst news
of the day...

I don't even need you
to talk.

I have your prints and your DNA
all over the vic

and every doorknob
in the house.

Is there anything in that place
you didn't touch?

I was trying
to help that dude.

By pushing him
over the balcony?

You want to help someone,

help yourself by writing
a confession.

I'm no John Grisham,

but I think your story starts
with, "I... did... it."

[door closes]

[clears throat]

You got to stick
to the new health regimen.

[scoffs] Don't do this to me
in front of these mooks.

I'm already off the nicotine
and sugar.

Son of a bitch.

[metal clangs]

So, Cap, got a confession
to make.

I was watching you
in there.

It's a turn-on, right?

I'm this close...

- this close to getting that kid to fold.
- [tab pops]

Yeah, see, that's the thing.
I don't think he did it.

Based on what?

Rosewood thinks
he's innocent

because he has
an eye twitch...

that, and apparently
Rosie has a soft spot

for anything
with a pulse.

Okay, I'll tell you what...
let me take a look at the body.

If the kid did it, I'll hand him
over on a platter.

If he didn't,
that's another story.

I'll pass.

I'll do this one
for free.

Why this one?

Well,
because I like my odds.

And I'm guessing the kid

can't write me a check
for seven grand.

Oh, and I'm pretty sure
the victim was dead

before he hit
that coffee table.

♪

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[both chuckle]

ROSIE: Hey, Dante.
How you doing?

I'm Dr. Beaumont Rosewood Jr.,
but you can call me Rosie.

Listen, is there somebody you
want me to reach out to...

relative or something?

Somebody's gonna be worried and
thinking about you at night.

Nobody's thinking
about me.

And who are you?

Somebody who's gonna be
thinking about you.

So you get some rest,
and we'll dig deeper later.

♪

[birds chirping]

- [knocks rhythmically on door]
- Come in!

A midday visit
from my son!

To what do I owe
this rare pleasure?

Well, I have
a little headache,

and I was wondering if I could
get out of gym class.

Boy, I didn't write that note
for you before.

You know I'm not gonna write it
for you now.

[laughs]

Dante Harrell...
he was a student here.

He dropped out after
his sophomore year.

Dante.
Nope. Don't remember him.

He's involved in a case.

Don't tell me
this boy died.

No, but he's in a lot
of trouble.

I just came to look
into who he is.

There are my yearbooks.

- Have at it if you want.
- [grunts]

Remember you once told me
that there is no such thing

as bad kids,
just bad decisions?

Yep. I lied.

[chuckles]

You can't help some kids

who are hell-bent on destroying
their lives.

Wow, this kid
had a lot of talent.

But what if they don't know
that there are options?

And life is tricky.

I mean, imagine doing it
all alone.

That's this kid.

Sure there's nothing else
you want to talk to me about?

How are you feeling?

Mm, never been better.
Can I borrow this?

Son, you can't
save everyone.

Don't I know it?

I can't even get out
of gym class.

[indistinct conversations]

[siren wails in distance]

Rosewood,
what are you doing here?

I'm just a man standing here
with these shoe-cover things on.

- I came to offer my unique expertise.
- They're called booties.

Cutie?

Look, I get you want
out of your lab,

play cops and robbers.

I hate to be the one
to tell you this,

- but you don't fit in here.
- Mm.

Rosie!
My best friend in the world.

Diego, my man.
You know what?

I can tell by that smile

the wife's birthday dinner
did the trick.

Well,
the little lady dug it,

but now she wants the recipe
for that brisket.

Oh, okay,
I'll E-mail it to you.

It's a lot of steps,
really complicated.

- You're the best, Rosie.
- All right.

[laughs]

You made our crime-scene
photographer a brisket?

- Yeah.
- I give up.

Okay, you know what?
Don't fight it.

No, it's like
you're working overtime,

running for class president
of life.

Work? No,
there's no work to it.

It's all about connecting
with people.

- You should try it.
- Or I could not try it.

Ah, see, that's why we're gonna
make great partners,

because I can play good cop
and you can play...

cop who has trouble
making friends.

I don't have a partner,
I don't want a partner,

and you and I are never gonna
be partners, got it?

You're a little
grumpy today.

Little grumpy, hmm?
Grump, grump?

Stop it. I don't need this
from you, too.

Hornstock's got me
seeing this...

The point is,
you're a physical liability.

Oh,
I'm a physical liability?

Okay, this just in... most
mornings, I run six miles.

How many do you run?
Huh? What?

Try doing it with shots
whizzing past your head

and some bad guy wants
to slit your throat.

I assume adrenaline is not
your friend.

Well, I'm assuming that
adrenaline is your only friend.

Maybe you and adrenaline
can get together this weekend

and braid
each other's hair.

Rosie, here are the facts.
I didn't make this up.

I see all the pills you pop

and all the stuff you do
to yourself.

They would never let you operate
on a live person.

Hell, they wouldn't even let you
drive a city bus.

Look at this painting,
Villa.

Yeah, that's paradise
right there.

See how the brushstrokes
from the sea

blend into the mountains dotted
with the fishermen's boats?

[inhales deeply]

Ah, you can almost smell
the fresh Italian air.

You know,
I did my research on Dante.

Turns out the kid spent most of
his life in the foster system,

shuttled from home to home,
but yet he still tries...

gets a job at the airport,
shows up to work every day.

That sound like a murderer
to you?

Let's see.
So, I guess this is where

he supposedly pushed the victim
over the balcony.

Yes, but the broken statues
and lamps up there?

First, they struggled...

And he landed here?

Yes, why?

Well,
the body's trajectory

indicates that the victim
just fell straight down.

A dead drop.

Right.
He didn't push him.

O-Okay, okay, fine.

So he was attacked,
and then he fell.

Oh, boy.

Oh, boy?
What's the "oh, boy"?

Well, if his heart was still
pumping when he hit,

everything within 10 feet
would be splattered with blood

like a
pollock painting.

It is not.

He didn't die
from blunt-force trauma.

Okay, then what
did he die from?

I don't know, but isn't it gonna
be fun to find out?

I don't know
what I'm doing here.

I mean, I don't... I don't even
know how this works.

Listen,
there are no rules.

Okay?
Tell you what. I'll start.

You recently moved to Miami
to where your family is.

Has that been...
comforting?

I have a mom,
and I have a brother.

Any allies at work?

Nobody, really.

Maybe Cap.

I find that
hard to believe.

I don't know.

I'm sure most of the guys
on the job

resent me for being hired back
as a detective.

Is that what you think,
that people resent you?

I don't need anyone
to like me.

Mm.

I mean, there is
this one person.

- Another detective?
- No, he's...

[sighs]

I don't even know
what he is yet,

but he is something...
frustrating, mostly.

Okay.

Is that the first...

adjective that comes to mind
when you think of him?

I was just looking
at your wedding ring.

It's a nice one.

Thank you.

Big.

It's funny to see you
wearing one.

And why's that?

Birthday?
Anniversary?

Roses like that aren't sent
by a husband.

Those are flowers from someone
you're having sex with.

You judge me, but it is you
who's cheating on your hubby.

That's very impressive.

I guess that's what you do,
being a detective.

But you're way off
this time.

You want to know
the truth?

I wear this ring because
I'm a doctor and a woman,

and when people come to talk
to me about relationships,

they want stability.

And I happen to be separated
from my husband.

Yeah, because you're cheating
on him with "Mr. Roses."

No.

Because I can't
give him children.

I had a surgery that left me
unable to conceive.

So you wear a ring
because you lost somebody,

and I wear a ring

because I don't want to admit
I lost somebody.

Well, guess we're the only ones
who didn't get

the "come in whenever we feel
like it" memo, huh?

Oh, I guess you also didn't get
"I'm your brother and your boss,

and I can fire your ass
whenever I want to" memo.

- Touché.
- Can I get a memo?

Like, "Hi, how are you today,
TMI? You look pretty."

No?

So, uh,
how are things going

with your, uh,
lady friend, huh?

Mm, well, we were rolling
for a minute...

That's too bad.

Does that mean
you two haven't done

the whole "dance off
with your pants off" thing?

No, what are you...

I knew it. Mm.

That really sucks.

- I'm so sorry to hear that.
- I didn't see that one coming.

Now pay up. Thank you.

Wait a minute.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You guys are gambling
on my sex life?

Oh, it's not
really gambling.

'Cause you really actually care
about this one.

So it was just
an easy 20 bucks.

[clicks tongue]

Babe, you want to let it roll into
next weekend, just double or nothing?

No, no. You're not gonna
double or nothing on my se...

- What are you doing?
- Rosie, I'll cut you in.

- Want another memo?
- Not really.

Ball up.

I can give you
another one.

Let's get to work...
listen,

I ran that blood
that you gave me,

and don't get mad, but I don't
know what case this belongs to.

Just show me
what you got, yeah?

Okay, so, increased
C-reactive protein,

digitalis,
crap-load of vitamin D.

It's probably calcification
of the bones or...

Rosie, this is your blood,
isn't it?

- You can't keep doing this.
- Doing what?

You think you're the smartest
man in the room,

and maybe you are, but there are
other doctors out there...

good doctors,
doctors that could help you.

You can't do this
by yourself.

I'm fine.

Clearly,
you're not fine, okay?

And I'm not gonna keep
enabling you

and helping you hide this
from Mom.

Good.
No one's asking you to.

- Well, good, 'cause I'm not gonna.
- Good.

- Good!
- Good.

Good.

- Pipp.
- What?

Did you touch this body?

No. Not yet.
Why?

Run a chem pan on Mr. Page here
from head to toe.

Dante was telling
the truth.

[raps table]

Dante, what do you know
about postmortem lividity?

I mean,
it's really fascinating.

When the blood settles
into the tissues,

the abrasions not present at the
time of death suddenly appear.

It's fascinating.

And guess what I discovered

on Mr. Page's chest
just moments ago.

No guesses?

Your prints.

You were performing CPR
to save him, not kill him.

Well, that's weird.

I pictured applause

when I was rehearsing
that speech in the car.

I got to go
to the bathroom.

Pinch it.
That's all you got?

Are you on drugs?

Are you high?

Lady, I don't do drugs.

Oh, I'm your lady now?

You think we're tight
like that?

I'm not your lady
or your friend.

- Let's get...
- Villa, Villa, Villa.

What? Too harsh?
What do I have to do?

You need a hug?

Come here,
I'll be your mommy,

make you a ham-and-cheese
sandwich.

Crust? No crust?
How do you like it?

Villa, can I talk to you
for a second?

Just, please, can I just get
two minutes with him?

Fine. Two minutes.
Two minutes.

[footsteps depart]

So, I understand
you attended Fillmore.

That's my mother's
school.

She was your principal.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Does she remember me?

Of course she doesn't.
Nobody does.

'Cause I'm invisible.

Mm. That's interesting...
because I can see you.

You're a stubborn,
frustrated kid

who's about to throw
his entire life away

and confess to a murder
he didn't even commit.

I just wanted to see
what it was like...

to live like that for one night,
just a night.

But it doesn't matter.

This is where I was headed
anyway, these four walls.

Got nothing
to offer nobody.

It's that painting
at the mansion,

the seaside of Italy.
You Drew this?

Italy? Huh.

Just knew it was the most
beautiful thing I ever seen.

Stared at it all night.

- Write your name on the bottom of this.
- What? Why?

Yeah, just write your name,

your full name...
your first and your last.

Come on. Write.

Look, this is how the world
should see your name,

okay, on a beautiful piece
of art that you created,

not on some confession
for murder.

[sighs]

You don't know me.

Man, you think because,
a million years ago,

you was also
a 21-year-old black kid

that you and I
are the same?

You're a rich doctor,

and your mom's the principal
of a school.

That isn't my life.
It's nothing close.

You're 100% right.

My life isn't your life.

But if you think
for half a second

that my life
hasn't been filled

with obstacles, setbacks,
and risks, you're wrong.

See that?
Take a look.

Yeah,
take a good long look.

Let's just say
I'm a huge fan of life...

and not just my own.

Right now you're at a huge fork
in the road.

You got a big decision
to make.

Now, I can help you,
but you're gonna have to tell me

exactly what happened
in that house.

So, what's it gonna be?

You want me to help you?

Okay, guys,
so tox is clear.

I'm kind of great
at what I do,

but I can't invent something
that I can't see.

Okay, well, see this...

bit his cheek
and his tongue.

If I fell 18 feet onto a table,
I'd bite my tongue, too?

Yeah, or it happened
from a seizure before,

which caused the fall.

Well, what about the struggle
with Dante on the landing?

Why don't we take Dante
out of the picture?

Assume for the moment
that there is no murderer.

What does that look like?

A guy stumbling around
like he's drunk,

knocking over statues
and lamps.

Except there was no alcohol
in his system.

Mm. Acting drunk,
but no alcohol.

TMI,
black-light my world.

[switch clicks,
electricity buzzing]

If we're having a séance,

I want to contact
"Dickie" Van Patten.

Oh, trippy.
What is that?

It's fluorescein...
Acid Yellow 73.

It's an additive dye
found in antifreeze.

You can't see it in the kidney
with the naked eye.

He wasn't drunk.
He was poisoned.

Cap.

The light... shut the door.

It's the caffeine.
I'm a shell of a man.

Every inch of my skin hurts.

Need you to come down
to the cells with me.

[groans]

Didn't realize it then,

but he was suffering
from similar symptoms...

glassy eyes, dizziness...

- Thought he was on drugs.
- ...frequent urination.

I got frequent urination.
Am I poisoned, too?

There's protocol.

Couldn't we send a nurse
to look at him tomorrow?

Well, if he was poisoned,
there may not be a tomorrow.

Let's get him
to the hospital.

DR. WEI: You are
a very lucky young man.

Couple more hours
of these fluids,

and you'll be feeling
a whole lot better.

Good work identifying
the poison, Dr. Rosewood.

Are you this patient's
internist?

No, I'm his pathologist.
And thank you. I work hard.

All right, before we start
kissing Rosie's ass,

I'm not sure
what this proves.

Well, you better pucker up
because it proves

that you need to move on
to another suspect.

Dante didn't do it.

Why?
Because he was poisoned?

He did the poisoning.

Kid had that crap all over,

splashing around,
gets on his mitts.

Maybe he licks his fingers
or something.

Here we go again.

I got this.
He would've had to have ingested

a minimum of seven ounces
to be in this type of shape.

We could measure the ethylene
glycol in his blood,

but we'd have to send it out
to the lab,

and the fast turnaround for that
is 12 hours.

And if Rosewood is right,

then that's another 12 hours
the killer has on us.

Well, then it's a good thing
that I'm here.

I can tell you
in less than five minutes.

Well, this looks a little
different than I remember

from my brief OB/GYN rotation
in med school, but okay.

All right, this gel's gonna be
a little cold, okay, buddy?

Nurse, can you do the honors,
please?

Hey, uh, you got
a cup of joe anywhere?

Uh, no.

Don't be a dick.
I'll pay for it.

It's... it's really not
appropriate.

What are we looking at?

All right,
see those white specks?

Those are calcium-oxalate
crystals.

They form in the kidneys within
the tubular epithelial cells,

leading to
widespread necrosis.

English, please.

That this patient
100% ingested

a potentially lethal dosage
of antifreeze.

Oh, 100%.

Well, what are you still doing
standing here?

Get out there,
find me a new suspect.

Thank you.

Mm. Nah, don't thank me.

Your back's gonna be
a little sticky...

used way too much gel.

[high-pitched ringing]

[muffled, indistinct
conversations]

- Rosewood.
- Hey.

- You okay?
- Yeah. Yeah.

- You need help?
- No, no, I'm good.

I just, um...
just needed air

'cause, you know,
I hate hospitals.

No irony there.

I'm glad you're okay.
That makes one of us.

I'm back to square one
on this thing.

Uh, well, you know, I may have
an idea where to start.

Let me guess.

Whatever it is,
you're coming with.

Naturally.

Can I bring a friend?

ROSIE: I want you to tell
Detective Villa and I

exactly what you did
that night.

I looked in the fridge
for something to eat,

but it was all too healthy
for me...

broccoli, kale, and stuff.
I hate that.

Yeah, that stuff's good for you,
but we'll work on that.

So, you didn't eat or drink
anything at all?

I just had some juice.

Hmm.

Show me which juice.

The apple juice?

Okay. I'm gonna need everything
in this fridge

taken to my lab
for testing.

Dante,
did you use this slider?

The lock is intact,

but the tumbler
has been manipulated.

So you weren't out back
at all?

I thought about it
because the window was open,

and I smelled all these amazing
flowers and plants...

Crazy smells like
cherries and root beer.

Mm.

- Smell like this?
- [sniffs]

Yeah, it smells like
root beer, right?

Bearded irises, yes.

How could you possibly
know that?

Because I'm a man
and I know my flowers.

This one has
cherry undertones.

- Yeah, it does.
- I know, right?

'Cause I like the cherry.
It's like it's...

It's like
I'm on another planet.

Because it's, like,
purple, right,

and it smells
like cherries.

Like,
you would think this one

- would smell like cherry.
- I can't...

- But it's root beer.
- It makes you hungry.

You know I'm saying?

Somebody slipped back here,

maybe from the sprinklers
being on.

Well, that's not a print
from a gardener's boot.

No, that's Italian.

Looks like Gabbana
or maybe Bermani.

What? I know my shoes...
shoes and flowers.

So whoever that print
belongs to

is probably the guy that broke
in through the kitchen slider.

[sniffs] Mm. DDVP...

it's an insect pesticide,
some pretty nasty stuff.

Has a sweet odor, but it can
cause serious damage.

You know, why don't you two
write a poem about it

or something while I run...

- [gunshots]
- Down!

Nobody. Clear.
They're gone.

Those bullets were meant
for you.

Pippy.

What didn't you tell me?

Uh, well,
in the eighth grade,

when you gave Stacey Shnepper
and I money for art supplies

for a school project,

we actually went to the Aventura
Mall and bought bras.

Do you think
I'm playing with you?

Do you think I'm playing?
Oh!

I have been carrying that lie
around for years!

Oh! That feels good.

There's something going on
with your brother's health,

and you and he are hiding it
from me.

Come clean, and tell me
what is going on.

No family secrets.
Spill it!

Mom, I don't know
what's going on with Rosie,

and even if I did,
I wouldn't tell you.

Look, it doesn't matter
how mad you get

or how much you demand
to be included.

It doesn't work like that...
not with him, anyway.

Neither of us
can shout his pain away.

So, at the end of the day,

you just have to trust the son
that you raised

to take care of himself
the way he sees best.

[whistles]

[sighs] Rosewood,
how did you find me?

When are you gonna realize that
I'm a man with some connections?

But guess what.

Everything in that fridge
had been poisoned.

The killer wasn't taking
any chances.

No matter what Albert Page came
home and ate, he was covered.

Albert's phone records
show no call to the cops.

He wasn't surprised to see his
car missing when he landed.

Why?

When did you learn
to work your way

around the undercarriage
of a Lamborghini?

I failed home ec.

Are you gonna answer
my question?

Maybe he knew the person
who took it.

And that person
is probably the guy

who tried
to take out Dante.

And it may have something
to do with the fact

that this is not
a Lamborghini...

at least not all of it.

There are so many fake parts
on this thing,

you might as well call it
an Oldsmobile.

You know who we need
to talk to, right?

Are you gonna be gentle?

Joo Joo, my man.

[both laugh]

Thanks for taking
the time.

Mm-hmm.
Where's Hornstock with my check?

It's going down
in a minute.

Uh-huh.
'Bout time this department

showed me the respect
I deserve.

Hey, been their ear
to the street for how long

with nary a "thank you, Joo Joo"
or "hey, good job, Joo Joo"?

At a certain point,
a player got to be paid.

Mm.

Now, you have any idea

what kind of numbers
Hornblower's working?

Uh, it better be commensurate
with my talents,

or Scrumptious here,
my accountant,

is gonna have to get irregular
on his ass.

Okay, all right.
Step in here for a minute.

[breathes deeply]

Hello, Joo Joo.

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

Capital hell no.

I'm not getting a check,
am I?

No, but you could be getting
something better.

What's that?

The satisfaction
of helping someone.

[laughs]
That's a joke, right?

Nah. You better have a check cut
and ready

with all the proper deductions
and whatnot.

That's Scrumptious,
his accountant.

Okay, enough,
enough, enough.

Listen up, Joo Joo.

If I wanted to get ahold of
a less-than-authentic Lambo

or the like here in Miami,
who would I go to?

I wouldn't know nothing
about that.

Joo Joo only deals
in quality merch.

Everything I have...
is on the legit.

Take a look at this.

Tell me what you see.

[sighs]

Mm.

I see the side-view mirror
of a 2015 Ferrari 458 Speciale.

Ha. Yeah.

This is from my whip...
parked downstairs!

Double parked.

I told you, she's crazy.

Well, you might want
to start talking.

I don't know what you want.

I got Feldheim downstairs
with a crowbar.

I can start bringing up your car
piece by piece.

I'm being "one hundy."
I don't know.

A name,
or I could keep going.

Joo Joo, this case involves
a really talented kid

that just got caught
in the wrong place

at the wrong time,
all right?

We're just trying
to help him out.

Do it for the kids.

Feldheim, do you think
the front bumper

would fit
in the elevator?

Look, man! Uh, you know
Joo Joo's got a nephew.

Uh, he's not talented
or anything,

but he's my sister's kid
with my bro-in-law, we think.

Uh, Ellis. Delroy Ellis.
That's his name.

Delroy Ellis.
Found him.

Turns out
Auto-Theft Division

has been tracking him
for months.

He's been selling counterfeit
cars to half of Miami.

I'm pretty sure
he's our guy.

I should have a warrant within
two hours to bring him in.

Bring him in?

Wouldn't you rather prove it
now, have a smoking gun?

Of course I would, but I got to
start with the warrant.

MAN: All right.
I'll see you later.

Okay, sweetie pie.

Sweetie what?
That's right...

I'm gonna see you
when I get home, babycakes.

Who are you
calling babyca...

[dial tone]

[cellphone beeps]

Hey, what up, brother?

Aw, sorry about that.
That was the missus.

She doesn't know I'm here.

Beaumont Rosewood.
You can call me Rosie.

Delroy Ellis.
You can call me "Del."

Del, I like that. Del.

And don't worry.

We got lots of guys in here
whose wives aren't fans.

But, hell, you're married...
you're not dead.

Am I right?

Not yet anyway.

- [both laugh]
- Still got a pulse.

I like you, Rosie.

I like you, Del,
and I like those shoes, too.

Hey, these babies
are Bermanis, huh?

Let me see.
Oh, that's exactly

- what I thought they were.
- Look at that.

Check it.
Can you feel it?

You like these? See?
See how I do that?

- Yeah, yeah.
- Right?

Okay, okay.

You're a sharp brother,
Del.

Italian car,
Italian shoes.

Oh, okay, so you match the shoes
with the car.

- Always.
- Like a boss.

Always.

You look good
in a Lamborghini, baby.

- It suits you.
- Yeah?

- Yeah, you want to take it for a spin?
- Nah.

Come on.
What you here for?

[engine revving]

- Whoo!
- Yeah.

- Feel that?
- I felt that.

Uh-huh. Vibrates the boys,
am I right?

[chuckling]
Ah, you're right.

I know I'm right.

[cellphone vibrating]

- [cellphone beeps]
- _

♪

- [cellphone vibrates]
- _

- [cellphone vibrates]
- _

So, what line of work
you in, Rosie?

You strike me
as a smart cat.

What the...
what the hell is that?

Just proof that you killed
Albert Page.

Oh, and me?
I'm a pathologist.

That's a mixture
of butylcholine iodide.

The fact that
it just turned red

means that you recently stepped
in the pesticide DDVP...

same pesticide that was in
Albert Page's yard

the night you broke in.

[sighs]

[cellphone vibrates]

_

[engine revs]

Chris Bosh?

Guilty.

Wow. It is such an honor
to meet you.

- [stammers]
- Thank you.

You look shorter
in person.

- [chuckles]
- I'm kidding.

Is this your ride?

Yeah, that's one of them.

Mm. Nice taste.

Wow, Ferrari 430.

What's under there,
454 horsepower, 4.7 V-8?

Somebody knows their cars.

Yeah, this is
gonna sound silly,

but do you think
I could just sit in it?

I've never been
in one before.

Uh, no, yeah,
that is kind of silly.

- Uh...
- Wow.

Oh, my God,
this feels amazing.

Do you think
I can borrow it?

Um, yeah, no, but if you need
an autographed Jersey...

I meant I'm gonna have to
borrow it now...

Detective Annalise Villa,
Miami P.D.

[engine turns over]

[engine revving]

See, here's what I think
happened, Del.

I think you sold Albert Page
a bad Lambo,

he threatened
to expose you,

he goes on a trip,
you break in,

you poison
everything edible.

That was pretty ingenious, too,
using the antifreeze.

Guess that's a car salesman's
poison of choice, huh?

And it's also really difficult
to detect in an autopsy.

But what you
didn't realize was

Dante Harrell was also
in that house

and he might've
seen something.

So you tracked us down,
and you took shots at him.

Well, Rosie...

that's a very
entertaining story.

I thought so.

[engine revving]

You choose to confront me
on this now,

when I'm sitting
behind the wheel of a car

that goes over
180 miles per hour...

like this.

[engine revving]

Whoo!

But you almost killed
a really talented kid

and one of my new favorite
people on this planet,

so nailing you to this crime
in this car right now,

it doesn't get any better
than this.

I feel alive.

[horns honking]

[tires screeching]

Hands up, Delroy!
Now!

Hola, mami.

I'll be out in four hours.

Yeah, enjoy those cuffs,
"papo."

You know, that's some
pretty good driving,

not your average
10-and-2 work.

- I'm impressed.
- Mm. Thanks. I try.

You know, I was gonna say
we make good partners,

but I'll just say
good... teamwork?

Can we go with that?
Too much?

Rosie,
I owe you an apology.

Those things I said to you
about what you couldn't do,

I shouldn't have.

That wasn't right of me.

Well, don't apologize.
Everything you said was true.

The list of things that I can't
do is a mile long.

But what you don't get is the
list of things that I can do...

it's a mile longer.

And it's my job
to never forget that.

Do you want to grab
a slice of pie?

I don't know why, but I feel
like capping this day off

with an obscenely large
piece of key-lime.

[chuckles]
Oh, wait. I...

Forget it.
I...

I don't know what
I was thinking.

- No, no, no.
- No, that was weird.

No, no, no,
it wasn't weird.

Well, actually, it...
it was weird.

Yeah, I mean, the whole
key-lime-pie thing.

It's an odd choice.

It's actually probably seventh
on my list.

No, I got
to pick up Dante.

I'm taking him
to a family dinner.

What, are you adopting him?
He's a little big.

[chuckles]
Wait a minute.

You should come.

I have stuff to do.

Right, right, I'm sorry.
I forgot.

Got to get back to the motel,
watch the paint dry.

Very important stuff...
I get it.

Go to your dinner, Rosie.

Another time.

Wednesdays?

8:00 P.M.?

Hey, hey.

DONNA: There you are.

[door closes]

Hello, Ms. Rosewood.
I'm Dante Harrell.

There's no need.
I know who you are.

You do?

The name didn't ring a bell,
but that face sure does.

In fact,
I have an image of you.

You tell me if I'm right.

You used to wear a green
Miami Dolphins jacket

that was just
a little bit too snug.

- How did you...
- [chuckles]

That was
my favorite jacket.

I also remember the day near
the end of the school year

that you got into a fistfight
with Jarrod Harrison.

- That kid was a punk.
- Yes, he was.

He spray-painted over a mural
that you'd created

outside the doors
of the east gym.

Ms. Rosewood,
my grams taught me

to never show up
to other people's homes

without something.

[paper rustles]

This is for you.

I signed it at the bottom.

[paper rustles]

[mid-tempo music plays]

That's beautiful.

Thank you.

Are you hungry?

Come on.
Sit down at the table.

I serve while it's hot.

Speaking of hot...

Hi.

Girls, this is my new good
friend, Dante Harrell.

How you doing, Dante?

Welcome.

Thank you for that.

That boy's been down
a rough road.

Son.

I know you're going through
something right now.

I just have some choices I have
to make, and it's okay.

I just want to say that...

if you want to tell me,
you can.

If you don't,
I trust you.

Enough said.

[sighs]

It's my ears or my legs.

I've gone through
every scenario,

I've run every test.

It's only
a matter of time.

I can slow it down,
but it's gonna happen...

and a lot sooner
than I thought.

You are not alone
in this.

Know that.

I do.

You bring a stranger
into my home,

and you just let him wander
around unattended?

I do not want him painting
a mural in my den.

Dante.

♪ If your blood won't flow ♪

♪ If it's all dried out ♪

♪ If your pain won't go ♪

♪ If your mind's in doubt ♪

♪ Let me know ♪

♪ The bitter feels better
with yo-o-u ♪

Okay, Dr. Crawford...

here I go.

I can't sleep.

I mean, this is not
a new revelation,

but laying here awake,
I realized...

I have nobody in the world
to call to tell them that.

So I'm calling you.
How crazy is that?

I'm...

surrounded by noise...

at work, in the street,

and from the other rooms
in this motel.

The noise just [sighs]
never stops.

And yet...

I feel...

I just feel so alone.

I'm not sure how I feel
about doctors in general,

but maybe I can start by
thinking of you as a friend.

I could really use
one of those right now.

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