All language subtitles for Rosewood s01e10 Installations.eng

Stop right there!

Drop your weapon!

Okay, um...

happy! happy! happy.

Happy sailboat.

Broken neck. It's a broken neck.

Wings. Smile wings.

- Neck flaps.
- Happy neck!

No, no, necktie.
Neck brace. Neck brace.

Why are you helping?
That's not your team.

Say the word. Say the word.

- Sounds like...
- Sounds like...

Sounds like pills.

Pill. Pill, pill.

You're running out of time.

Sounds like pills. Stills.

Uh, gills! Gills!

"Happy Gilmore"!
"Happy Gilmore"!

- That's a good one! Good one!
- "Happy gilmore"!

Yes!

No!

Suck it! Suck it!

Suck it.

Villa, you're up here. I need you to
kick it down to about right here.

Why you talk so much trash?
She talks a lot of trash.

I want to switch teams, please.

No, you're not...
You're not switching teams.

Rosie, you see this, right?

I had to drag her here
against her will.

That is not true.

I just said
I don't love game night.

Okay, well, you dominate
game night, so...

Damn right I do!

You know,
maybe we should switch teams.

- No one is switching teams.
- You're up again.

Okay, all right, hey, I'm about
to class this joint up.

"Happy Gilmore"?

Who gets... who gets "Happy Gilmore"?

"Hater" Gilmore over there.

Lovely ladies. Good to see you.

Hi.

Hey, Skylar.
Good to see you again.

Everybody, I want you to meet
Skylar, Trista, and Yvette.

These are my new friends
from Sunset Fashion Week.

- Hi, everyone.
- Tequila shots?

Hello. Turn up.

Turn up. Turn up.

Hey, Neil.

Anyone but the one in green
is mine, so, go for it.

What do you think?

You are a man among men.

Thank you.

Oh!

Son, please tell me
that you are not on a date

with all three of these women
right now.

Mom, relax, okay?
Skylar's the one with me.

The other two are
potential dates for Neil.

Neil? The coroner?

Yeah, well, you know,
he's a good guy,

he's a fan of mine,
and he needs a wingman.

He needs more than a wingman,
let me tell you,

and that Skylar
is just passing through.

No, you don't know that.

Hello! Oh! Whoo! Hey!

All right! Passing
through, you're right.

- All right, we out, player.
- Oh!

Wait, wait, come on. I can't get
a redemption on that?

- Come on.
- Redemption? Mercy is more like it.

Charades is not your game,
my man.

You're right, you're right.

No, but for real, Annalise's
birthday's coming up.

You got any, uh, gift ideas?

Uh... Let me think about it.
I'll let you know.

Gotcha. Thanks, man.

No problem. Mama D.

- Night, baby.
- All right.

- See you soon.
- Yes, ma'am.

Goodnight, sweetheart.

Bye.

- Mwah!
- Love you.

- Rosie.
- Yeah.

My God, the look on your face
when you play charades.

It's funny, right? Get out.

That's how funny it is to me.

Peace out.

Not giving me a chance
to get it back.

You guys are running scared.
All right.

- How's that? Another drink.
- Yeah, sounds good.

Hey! What's up?

What's going on? You guys
enjoying my man Neil here?

So, hi.

You're here.

And we're good. Are we?

I mean, I might've been...
My reaction to what happened.

Have you ever tried to not
call yourself a bitch

and realize...

There's no other word that fits?

At least once a week.

So, I started a new thing
with a doctor.

Gorgeous.

I mean, one of Rosie's friends.

Yeah, it's weird, I guess.
I don't know.

Because it's Rosie's friend
or because it's a new thing?

Because I still haven't let go.

The last couple of weeks,

I found myself listening
to this old message

Eddie left for me.

It's him singing Happy Birthday
to me, just butchering it.

I mean
he's adding new words.

It's so ridiculous.

It makes me laugh every time
I hear it, and I just...

I can't bring myself
to hit delete.

You should see yourself when
you're telling that story.

It's the same look you had

when you were talking about
the new man in your life.

Glowing. You know what,
don't delete the message.

See where this thing is going
with this new person.

Follow your instincts.

Speaking of instincts,

maybe it's not my place
to say this, but...

Annalise.

I think we should just focus
on you right now.

Rosie! Help him!

Why aren't you helping him?!
Rosie, help! Look, he's hurt!

Please, you have to help him!

Dr. Rosewood, the gentleman

you administered medical
attention to several months back

is filing a civil suit against
you in the coming days.

As your lawyer, I'm suggesting
you collect affidavits

from as many colleagues as you
can and prepare to settle.

In the words of Teddy Roosevelt,

it is only through labor
and painful efforts,

by grim energy
and resolute courage

that we move on
to better things.

By better things, I mean
chief ewing is stepping down

from the department at the end
of the week.

Do I have an
emotionally charged speech

that lays out how great
this man was

during his 20 years as chief?

No. I don't.

He's out, hopefully I'm in.
Back to the pen.

Cap, you really think you have
a shot at the chief job?

As of this minute, 1,000% no.

But Hornstocks a known to
overcome insurmountable odds.

But didn't you have relations
with Chief Ewing's wife?

Yeah, there was some overlap
while I was between marriages.

Cap, that is not good.

She's like a hanukkah candle.
Burn eight nights that woman.

That
type of talk needs to stop.

I think we're needed
in the M.E.'s office.

Must've forgot to text me.

Or they don't need you.

You're not needed.

What? Everybody needs me!

- What do you got?
- Ray Rosales.

Died yesterday.
Suspected heart attack.

But look at the body.

Lower rib cage, hips...
Check the hips!

Neil, you're a coroner.
Why are you yapping in our face?

Shouldn't you be driving around
town picking up a stiff?

- Yeah, where's Max?
- Getting coffee.

He lets me follow
my body sometimes,

and this one's crazy!

Look here. When somebody dies,

blood rushes to the lower back
and causes purple bruising.

I see none of that.

Furthermore, when Max made
an incision in the body,

we discovered there was
something missing...

His blood and his heart.

The guy has no blood?

Yeah, how was his heart removed?

No clue, but there are
no external incisions,

period, end of story.

Yeah, I hate to say it,

but we need Rosewood
on this one.

And me too. I stick with this
body until we solve this case.

Neil. I want you to slather up
some glue on your nursing shoes,

stick anywhere you want
that's not near that body.

- Come on!
- Not another word.

This is an interesting-looking spot.

- Oh, my God, I have so many memories here.
- For real?

My family used to come here
every Friday.

You know what, maybe we should
just go to another spot.

- Mija!
- What? We just...

Como estas, mi Amor?

Hi. This is great!

- It's not great, ma.
- Yes.

This is...

Please, I know who this is.

Gorgeous, smart, fancy doctor.

Oh, my goodness, the way you
go on about him, mija.

Totally makes sense.

Rosie, it is such a pleasure
to finally meet you.

My daughter...

Actually, my name

My name is Mike.

I'm... I'm Villa's other
doctor friend.

Oh, my God.

- That's okay.
- Ay, dios ma�o.

Mija, let me make it up to you.

I can buy you some lunch.
Let's sit down.

No. It's fine.

Ay, it was so nice
to meet you, anyway.

- Good to meet you.
- Okay, mi Amor.

- All right. I'm...
- Okay.

Take care.

- Uh-huh.
- Hmm.

- Sorry.
- Well, it's okay.

Really, it is.

Duty calls.

Ray Rosales, 28 years old,
three tours in Iraq,

recipient of the purple heart.

We have a real hero on this table.

Rosie spent 45 minutes...

On the phone with his father.

I know, sweetie.
I was standing right behind you.

Then you both should know
the man is devastated

and desperate for answers.

We need to find them.

Based on the intra-oral
abrasions,

I believe his heart was removed
through the esophagus.

Um, not possible.

Well, it could be

if you made a customized
instrument to extract it.

Stomach contents?

Basically empty. Why?

Because there was
a fortune cookie

found in the victim's jacket pocket.

Maybe he didn't eat
at the restaurant.

Maybe he just had some tea.

And grabbed a cookie.
I do it all the time.

But I know it's wrong.

"A man with no heart
is due a fresh start."

"Unleash your mind
or a third you shall find."

Let me see that.

I'll run a search for other
murders matching this M.O.

Some of these letters dried
darker than the others.

Pip, run DNA on this ASAP.

This isn't ink.

It's blood.

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Okay, I got it. Thanks.

Feldheim said the m.O. Was
a match to another victim...

John Lavin.

Murdered in Tallahassee
two months ago.

The guy was found drained of
blood and missing his lungs.

Well, if it helps,
I think I may have found

some of John's missing blood,
so yay.

The red ink,
I ran it through the system.

It belongs to a Caucasian male,
brown hair, hazel eyes.

Could that be our guy?

That's the exact match.

Look, the two cases
are connected.

We're dealing
with a serial killer.

There's gonna be another murder.

This case just
got more complicated.

The feds have tagged in.

Turns out they've already been
working the Lavin murder.

Okay?
They'll be here any minute.

Maybe we could use extra help.

Rosie, the last thing we need
is those smug S.O.B.s

with their fancy suits,
piercing eyes,

and full heads of hair
stepping on our toes.

I hate them so much.

Tara Izikoff.

Oh, boy.

Do you two know each other?

Heath Casablanca, FBI.

As in... TMI's ex-fiance Heath?

I prefer Special Agent Casablanca.

He doesn't seem that special to me.
I don't know.

I'm Detective Villa.
I'm in charge of this case.

It's my pleasure.

Our case. We've been on this
since Tallahassee.

I'd love to get a look at all
those files, if I could.

Help us get on the same page.

Well, we're looking
for an introverted,

sexually frustrated
and confused man,

probably a medical professional.

Says you.

Says the best profiler in the FBI.

Ugh.

- It's true. He's quite good.
- Okay.

- What? He is.
- Thanks.

- We got it. It sucks.
- Well, I'm sorry.

Captain, do whatever you want.

But you will report to me

and you will not
step on our toes.

Hey, I'll step
wherever the hell I want.

Think we're all getting
a little too close

to each other right now.
Just a little bit.

Good luck, captain.

Tara, nice to see you again.

So nice running into you.
Best to your mom.

My opinion... those guys are a distraction.

Let's just stay together,
stay focused,

let the FBI do their thing,
we do ours.

They're shirts, we're skins.

- Everyone's shirts, cap.
- No skins.

Villa, get Manny Brickman on the horn.

I want a full write-up
on this killer ASAP.

Hey, come on, captain.

I'm sure Manny's still bouncing
around the rubber room.

This guy trots down
Arthur Avenue

in his birthday suit one time.
One time.

Get me another profiler now!

Now, he says.

If you ask me,
this killer is a narcissist.

Mom, this eavesdropping
is becoming a problem.

Well, you're the one who's built
a lab with no walls.

Words echo in here.

Mrs. Rosewood...

Call me Donna. I insist.

Donna... I've got
an in-house profiler

- reviewing the case, so...
- Okay.

I was just gonna give you
my two cents for free.

Years in the
public school system,

I've encountered every
personality you can imagine.

Faculty, parents, students.

I know people.

Mom, speak your piece.

This killer is someone

who pays incredible
attention to detail,

speaks in symbols,

and is taunting us to discover
their work.

This is confidence in spades.

Dare I say talented?

Psychotic, absolutely.

Do you know what I see?
A creative mind.

An intelligent creative mind.

Anyway, I think I'll just, uh,
go back to my little office

where, uh,
I can hear everything.

Stop eavesdropping, mom.

Build some walls, son.

33 hours and 2 minutes.

What is that?

The birthday countdown.

Since we're waiting
for the DNA results,

I thought we could talk gifts.

No. No gifts.

- Yes gifts. People are asking.
- Who's asking?

Okay, I'm asking,
but I represent the people.

What do
you say to a spa day?

- What do you think?
- Yes.

I want a stranger to rub me down

and then soak my bones
in a community hot tub.

You want a stranger to jump
your b... okay, listen.

You just tell me what you want.

Alone time. That's what I want.

Well, that's gonna be
kind of tough to get

with Mike hanging around.

I assume you guys already
have birthday plans?

We're supposed to go to the Keys
for the weekend.

The Keys? Wow,

let's jump right into
the fast lane, huh?

That's not usually Mike's style.

Or mine, but it's not
gonna happen

if we're still looking
for this psycho.

Yeah, well, unfortunately,
it's not shaping up

to be much of an ideal celebration
week for either of us.

What happened? The sun didn't
glisten off the ocean this morning?

This morning.
No, I'm being sued.

- What happened?
- A couple months back,

I helped a guy who had
a severe biking accident.

The problem is I took
25 milligrams of aldol

for my equilibrium.

My mind was fine,

but the meds
slowed down my speech,

make me sound like
I'm intoxicated.

So the city's suing you?

Well, the guy that I helped
developed a staph infection

and he blames it on me.

I know it was the hospital,
but no one's asking me.

Is there anything I can do
to help?

Actually, yeah, you can.

Listen, I need an affidavit
on my behalf.

- And so...
- Rosewood, turn around.

Oh, my God.

Someone hacked our system.

Are you kidding me with this?

Oh, come on.

This is a message from the killer.

Now that the hotel's been swept,

we need to inspect this place
top to bottom.

So, how are we gonna do this?

Side by side?
The meet-in-the-middle move?

So, hypothetically speaking,

if it was your birthday this week,

which, I know, it's your birthday,

would you want something
like that on your desk?

We're in the middle
of a murder investigation.

Distractions help
balance the nerves.

My nerves are fine.

No, my nerves are fine.
Your nerves are frayed.

I'm trying to do a solid for a
friend, okay? Mike was asking.

He really asked you for help?
That's sweet.

You see how the whole
demeanor changed?

I also asked you what you
wanted, remember?

Yeah, when was that exactly?

Wait.

Well, if you're wondering,

I would rather have that vase
than this blob,

or whatever it is.

Villa, get the techs in here.

Think inside the box.
This is not art.

This is a human brain.

The killer left a number
on the artwork.

Oh, now you call me?

Hmm? Oh, because I was already
in the damn parking lot.

The killer left your number
on the newest body part.

That's odd, no?

Well, obviously someone

from your department
is messing with me.

Yeah, like we got time
to bust your balls.

Look...
It's etched in the thing.

You guys mind keeping
it down over there?

- It's kind of distracting.
- Unless you have something!

Oh, I have something.
Come take a look.

Our killer drained the body
of all of its blood,

injecting the major arteries
with acrylic,

which hardened all
the small arteries

surrounding the brain,
leaving us this masterpiece.

How did he get it out
of the tissue?

Likely bathed it
in some acid wash.

And the acid dissolved
all the tissue.

But the acrylic remained.

Which means this guy
got his Ph. D in psycho.

Oh, no, he's definitely smart.

The name of the piece is "Tender Mother,"

and the Latin translation
for that is...

- Pia mater.
- Exactly.

And it's also the name
of the delicate,

innermost membrane of the brain.

How do we know
that's a real brain?

Arteriovenous malformation.

See, all these pruned vessels

means that the victim underwent

a gamma knife surgery to correct it.

There's only one hospital in Miami

that performs this type of surgery.

So it shouldn't be
too hard to...

- I.D. our latest victim.
- Exactly.

Well, you have my number, uh...

Call me when you, uh,
get the victim's name.

You're welcome.

Sibling code number one.

Always have each other's backs.
What's going on?

Well, Pippy's eyes just landed
on some bills from a law firm.

Now, I just went there personally,

so you know it's about
to get real.

- What's going on?
- I'm being sued.

But it's a frivolous case,

so I didn't want to burden
the family with it.

How much are they asking for?

Because I know most of your
money is tied up into this lab.

So just talk to me.

I mean, I don't have much
in the bank,

but you know damn well
that Pippy...

Stashes after she cashes.
Yes, we know.

And can we stop
with the third person?

And yes, I do have the money,

but it's already out in the
world that I self-prescribe.

In court documents.

This would be strike number two,
and in the medical world,

I'm likely to lose my license.

Nope, you will not lose anything

because this right here,
this is our house.

Nobody's taking this from us.

I like the confidence,
but we don't know that for sure.

I know that you're the best
pathologist in Miami.

I know that you've helped
countless numbers of victims

find justice and their families
find peace.

The time and effort you put
into each case, you know?

I mean, no scar unchecked,
no stone unturned.

That's the reason I know

we'll be able to beat
this garbage lawsuit.

That's what it is... Garbage.

Because I know they have no
real thing going on.

What's happening?

This is a new tattoo.

I rest my case.

All right. Hey.

Mmm.

So, you plus a really big case

equals us staying here
this weekend,

so I decided to bring
the celebration to you.

Well, I like what I see.

Well, not more than I like
what I see.

Oh, want to argue
with me right now?

Only with my lips.

Hey! Rosie.

Impeccable timing, as always.

You know I never miss a picnic.

What's happening?

What's up?

Ahh.

So, see you're still
going to my spot.

Your s... Roberto's is my spot.

Come on, you know I introduced
you to Roberto.

Skipped a one-hour wait in line,

got the personal escort from
Roberto through the kitchen.

- You remember that?
- I was going through the kitchen

long before I was going through
the kitchen with you.

We'll talk about it later, okay?
I'm here for Neil.

Well, Neil's not here to see you.

He called in sick.

Neil is sick?

Those two things
don't go together.

Hasn't taken a sick day
in a year and a half.

I'll call him at home.

You maybe want to tell me
what you found?

I mean, it is my case.

Well, our victim
has a new tattoo.

Might be something,
could be nothing.

Who knows?
Neil laid eyes on him first.

You guys can go back
to your... to your tea date.

I-it's lunch.

It's a lunch date.

Don't make this weird.

All right, where were we?

Um...

Hold on a second. Rosie.

You know I love Neil,
but you have to admit he's...

Talented?

I was gonna say "odd," but sure.

I mean, would you also
peg him as...

Sexually frustrated?
Yes, I would.

Sounds a lot like
the FBI profile.

All I'm hearing is
hunch plus hunch equals Neil.

Rosie, the guy's obsessed
with you.

But he tried everything he could

not to have Max transfer
the body to your lab.

You know that's weird.

Who more than him would be
interested in dead bodies?

Who else would have access
to the E.M.P.D.

To hack their computers?

Villa, Neil is a sweet
man and a great coroner.

Oh, my God.

Garage of horrors.

It's perfectly normal.

Neil's a man of science.

What... is this?

Medical research.
I have those, too.

Great, so then do you have an
idea of what we're looking for?

Our victim had a fresh tattoo
on his arm.

When we spoke,
his father mentioned

they were about
to go scuba diving.

Getting a new tattoo before
going into the saltwater?

Yeah, which is something
you definitely don't do

before the ink is dry.

Take a look.

Parrot on a palm tree.

If Neil's our guy,
he probably...

Drew the tattoo.

Look.

At first glance, I thought it
was just coconuts under a palm.

It's a heart.

It's a human heart.

Think the tattoo's a match
with a location.

Parrot street.

- Palm Avenue.
- The YMCA's on the corner.

Hi, Neil.

Do me a favor and slide that bag
over right now.

W-why? What's up?

Neil, tell me you didn't just
come from the YMCA.

I-I know this looks bad.

It's the heart.

I don't want to hear it, Neil.

You had the heart,
you had the tattoo design.

We ran your credit card.

You stayed in Quincy, Florida,

at the time Johnny Lavin
was killed in Tallahassee.

That's a 35-minute drive.

Last time I checked,
two plus two equals murder.

No I was just trying

to figure out
what the tattoo meant.

I sketched it from memory.

Why would I go to the YMCA

and retrieve the heart if
I was the one that hid it?

Because you knew we were close
to figuring it out.

Move it before we find it, period.

I didn't kill anyone.

My plan was to examine the heart
and turn it over.

I just did what Rosie would do.

You have this infatuation
with me and Rosie.

This is becoming a big problem.

Uh, w-w-what I do and what
you do is nothing alike.

Big problem.

Things are about to get weird
between these two.

No, it's already weird.

I just wanted to be
the hero for once.

Like Rosewood.

I passed all my exams.
I'm gonna be an M.E.

Who better to model myself after

than the... Michael Jordan
of pathologists?

The Michael... I mean, I
like Beethoven, but... Wow.

Michael's a great artist, too.

You feel my breath
on your guilty face?

Good.

Maybe it'll warm up
that big brain of yours,

get the truth flowing.

Tell us why you went to Quincy,

because right now,
all I'm hearing is excuses.

And you're going away
for murder.

You know what happens to guys
like you on the inside?

You ever held another man's pocket?

Okay, fine.

I met someone online.

She really got me
and all my peccadilloes, and...

After a few months,
I convinced her to meet with me.

And I drove up to Quincy
where she lived...

But when I got there, she...

- Was a he.
- Oh! Curve ball.

I was catfished by a bored
67-year-old man from Curacao.

Think about how embarrassing
this is for me.

Why would I make this up?

I am telling you
I was nowhere around

when the new victim was killed.

I was with a girl I met
at Rosewood's, a model.

Trista.

Like she gets paid
for her looks?

So, you what? Talked all night?

Hey, Trista. Hey, this is Rosie.

Yeah, quick question.

No.

We... did the thing.

But, uh, in... In the morning,

I just, uh, I kind of just
wanted her to leave.

You wanted her to leave?

All right, sit still while
I check your alibi, Casanova.

There's no way that kid did
the fornication with a model.

Actually, he did.

I just got off the phone with
Trista, and it went down.

I got a serial killer on
the loose, the city's on edge,

people are scared,
and we got nothing.

Now, that's on me.
We need to start digging deeper.

And what... what are you...

What are you talking about,
it went down?

Kid hit a triple?

Oh, it was a grand slam.

Wait.

We know that all the victims were killed
72 hours after they were taken.

And we know that our killer
already has another victim.

From the fortune cookie.

So we run a missing person's
report in Miami-dade

for anyone who went missing
in the last 72 hours.

Maybe we can save them
before their time runs out.

Okay, good work, Villa.
Run with it.

You dropping by to steal
some more of my thunder?

That Roberto's incident
was not cool, man.

You saw me trying
to impress Villa. Come on.

Outside the police station,

I saw a band-aid
on your upper arm.

Flu shot in the summer?

I assume if we rolled up
your other sleeve,

I'd see a second shot.

My guess is one's a tetanus shot

and one's yellow fever.

You're going out the country,
aren't you?

Yeah. I'm going to Kenya.

Doctorwithout borders. Why?

And w-were you planning
on telling Villa,

or are you just gonna
keep stringing her along?

Okay, first off, I'm not
stringing anybody along.

Oh, really? Okay.
So I guess we all just,

you know, go out of town
with somebody for the weekend

that we plan to ditch, right?

You need to step back a-and...

and reassess before this relationship

takes a turn that I never saw coming.

No, no, I don't need
to reassess anything, okay?

She is still getting over
the loss of her husband.

The person that needs to step
back, that would be you!

Rosie, relax.

You're not even this protective
with Pippy.

I am protective of every
single woman in my life.

What about Kat?

You don't seem too concerned
with her right about now.

We done?

No, mom, I'm not brooding, okay?

It's just this
little thing with Mike,

and it'll work itself out.

I didn't want to talk about it.
You called me.

Heath, give up already.

Okay, just let me call you back.

Look, I know
what I have is good.

Like, I snagged
your super, super hot sister.

We can stop right there.

But heath just won't
leave me alone.

Like, we're chasing
a serial killer here,

and he keeps texting me about
getting a cup of coffee.

W-w-w-where are you going?

Got a hit on the missing persons.

Rosie, you sure about this?

Yep. Your search found
two missing persons...

Jennifer Lee and Roger Jones.

Turns out Roger had a defibrillator

implanted two months ago.

The latest model alerts
a nearby hospital

any time it delivers a shock to
prevent sudden cardiac arrest.

Now, mount sinai received
an alert a few hours ago

from Roger's heart device.

Can I help you? Okay.

They sent out an ambulance,
but didn't find anyone.

This is the location.

Great.
You stay in that location.

This location?

Stop right there!

Drop your weapon!

It's over.

It's not the killer. It's Roger.

Roger's in bad shape.
He has no clue who abducted him.

- I'll question him more about the...
- Shh! Shh!

Charades is...

Not my game.
Yes, I know, okay? Look.

Shine your flashlight on that.

Was this made
from the phonebook?

"Call me."

I think our killer's name
and number's

gonna be on the sculpture.

I think...

My God.

What is this place?

Wow.

Ray Rosales was dishonorably
discharged from the army.

He never actually received
a purple heart.

That's probably why our killer
took his heart.

Here's another one. Marty White.

Money manager by day,
con man by night.

Who's Marty White?

Think that brain in my lab
belongs to him.

"The only vice that cannot be
forgiven is hypocrisy.

The repentance of a hypocrite
is hypocrisy itself."

That's one hell of a way
to leave a manifesto.

Casablanca, you always show up
after we do the heavy lifting.

Now the real work begins.
Our sketch artist is in transit.

Well, tell your artist to flip
a bitch and head home.

Dev Fagan's my go-to sketch man.

Top notch with a pad
and a pencil.

Well, no offense to Dev,

but our girl Dina Katz

is considered the best
in the country.

Are you saying your lady
draws better than my guy?

Well, I guess we'll find out.

Roger, we're just
your emotional support.

Anything you need,
we'll be right here.

Roger, did you ever get a good look
at the person who abducted you?

No.

I-I mean...

It was glimpses.

Uh... I'm... I'm sorry.

I don't... I don't think
I'm gonna be able

to help you guys, all right?
This was a mistake.

No, Roger, Roger.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Listen, I know what it's like

to feel with every ounce
of your being

that you've taken
your last breath.

A part of us dies
in those depths.

And life afterwards...

can feel numb.

But you're gonna make it back
from this.

I promise you that.

I hope you're right.

His eyes.

I remember his eyes.

And...

And... and... and... and
he had... and he had moles.

And he had one... one...
He had four moles.

You okay?

Um, serial killer.

My first one.

Makes me nervous is all.

Well, I've seen your talents.
Dev, look at me.

You got this.

Dev does not got this.

Cap, come on.
You never back the wrong horse.

He'll come through.

You know,
my old man worked 22 years

for the hoboken P.D.
in New Jersey.

Just six months away

from the big promotion to chief.

March 15, 1989,

he gives me his usual bear hug...

Messes my hair...
I had some at the time.

Gets in his lemans,

and a minute later,
I just... I hear a honk.

And...

I look through the window...

and I see his head
laying on the horn.

I knew he was gone.

Just... six months away.

I want this chief job for me.

But I also want it for him.

Dev, I knew you had it.
Well done.

Your guy's good, captain.
Your lady's top notch, too.

What's the matter? You gonna
grab a cup of Joe or what?

Something about this isn't
sitting right with me.

You think maybe he was in on it?

I think we need to dig deeper.

Find out everything we can
about this guy.

Expedite a warrant and get over
to his house now.

My God. Is that
your girlfriend ringtone?

You know she's not
my girlfriend anymore.

Just forgot to change the
ringtone back to the basic.

Well, aren't you
gonna answer it?

What I have to say to Kat
requires more time

than I can give
at a crime scene.

Are you gonna actually
make the time?

I mean, you owe it to
yourselves, right?

Interesting, you think
I should... wait a minute.

Have you talked to her?

We started back up
with our sessions.

Wait, that's it? Nothing else?

Rosie, get over here!

That face look familiar?
From the sketch.

The sick bastard
described his own mask.

Finally figured out how he
removed ray Rosales' heart.

This scoped it, this extracted it.

Roger was our killer
the whole time.

I-I-I can't believe
this is happening.

No, no.

Believe it, Roger.
It's happening.

- No.
- Going away for murder.

Looks like our instincts
were on point.

You're damn right.

Can I borrow everyone
for a quick second?

So, I just had coffee with Heath,

and it's cool...
He's still terrible.

But it was kind of the greatest closure

that I could ever imagine.

- Oh, baby, that is so great.
- Yeah...

And did you guys know I'm
actually a medical sales rep

working Miami who just got out
of a two-year relationship

with a male physical therapist?

Yeah, that's what my mom's
been telling people.

With all due respect, because
she's your mother and all,

that woman is a bitch.

- Pippy.
- No, it's okay.

You know what,
I am actually fine with it.

It really helped clear
some things up for me.

Is there anything
that you need from us?

Well, I was hoping to take
the temperature of the room.

And by the room,
I mean you, sweetie.

What?

Um...

Okay.

I want to move up
the wedding date.

I'm through with being concerned
about what everyone else thinks.

- We are happy, right?
- Mm-hmm.

So let's just do this.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Absolutely sure.

Oh!

Oh, don't cry.

I'm not.

Is that hug a yes?

Mm.

That is a crazy, crazy story.

So, you ready for mine?

Yeah. You go to South Beach, right?

You lay on the beach,
roller blade, it's a blast.

I mean, it's usually a blast,

but sometimes it's so crowded
you can hardly move.

That's why I always party
at my place.

Got a killer view of the water.

So, this one day,

a guy falls off his bike

and he busts his giant head
open, but check it out.

A nice doctor stops to help him.

Now, normally you would think this moron
would consider himself lucky

that a good person stopped
to help him,

but this guy,
who looks just like you,

decides to sue.

- I'm gonna get out of here.
- Sit statue still or my hand

finds an even more sensitive
spot higher on your thigh.

Your name is Gino Smith.

You filed your first
frivolous lawsuit in 2001,

and thus began a pattern.

I freaking love breaking patterns.

I am going to shatter yours
into a million pieces.

Now, you're probably thinking
"this bitch is crazy."

Sweetie, I'm beyond crazy.

I don't give warnings.

I'm a big fan of promises.

Do the right thing.

Or be sure to always look
over both shoulders.

Mmm, all right.

That's the kind of drop by I like.

Your birthday, your rules.

Ooh, yes, birthday week
rule number one...

Let's go on vacation.

- Okay.
- Yes.

- Since the case is over...
- Mm-hmm.

I was thinking...

Maybe we can squeak in the Keys
over the weekend.

Mm-hmm.

If you're still interested.

Yeah.

You... you all right?

Yeah, no.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I am.

They asked me
to participate in...

In doctors without borders again.

And it's everything.

Everything I love about
practicing medicine.

I got my immunizations,
and my bags are all packed.

But, um

I told them that I...
That I changed my mind.

Changed your mind? Why?

Because, um...

I have never met
anybody like you ever,

so I thought maybe I'd...

I'd stick around and just
see where this thing goes.

I know this is a lot to drop
on you all of a sudden...

No, no, no, no, it's great.
It's just...

What?

Sorry, I have to...

I just... I have to deal
with this case

that never seems to end.

I thought you caught the killer.

It's paperwork.

- Uh...
- Paperwork. Okay.

Yeah.

Paperwork. Right.

Okay, uh, all right.

Well, then I guess
we'll, uh, talk later.

Maybe, uh, dinner tomorrow?

Dinner tomorrow. Yeah.

So, I was thinking that we could
get together, talk.

You know? Dinner maybe?

Definitely dinner.
You name the place.

Sooner the better, actually.

How's tomorrow?

Okay. Okay,
I like the sound of this.

I have to tell you,
I love the...

You love the what?

I-I'm sorry, Kat,
I hate to do this,

but can I call you back?

Uh... Okay.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I'm cashing in on my rain check.

Which one?

You've only said no
to all of my invites.

First invite.

Solve a big case,
have a milkshake.

Remember?

Like it was yesterday.
Come on in.

So, what do you got?

Oh, wow, really?
This is what you bring?

What? What's wrong with it?

- What isn't wrong? You know what?
- Are you kidding me?

Just relax and watch
the master at work.

So...

Mike dropped a bomb tonight.

Yeah?

Yeah, doctors without borders.

He's supposed to leave next week.

But he's not going.

Really?

He says he wants to give us
a real shot.

Wow. That's, uh...

That's good. I'm happy for you.

Well, that's not the only
good news today.

Just got a call, and...

The lawsuit against me
has been dropped.

Rosie, that's amazing.

Guess the guy
had a change of heart.

Imagine that.

There we go.

Let's see about this milkshake.

Well?

Tasty.

Tasty?

Come on, that's transcendent.

And consider it just the first
of your two birthday gifts.

Come on, you didn't have to
get me anything.

I know I didn't have to.
I wanted to.

But this one,
you can't buy it in a store.

What?

Thank you.

Well, you haven't had
the gift yet.

No.

Thank you.

For everything.

You've made these past
couple months...

My move back home...

Fun, exciting?

Something like that.

Interesting.

Wait right here.

I have something,
and can't buy it in stores.

Villa.

What is it?

We've got a problem.

Rosie, is this a joke?

"Blacklight my world."

It's Latin.

Means "you inspire me."

I think Roger was framed.

Oh, my God.

We have the wrong guy.

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