All language subtitles for Rosewood s01e22 Badges & Bombshells.eng

Previously on Rosewood

What are you... doing there?

What are you doing? Oh, my God.

Mitchie, this is just another one

of your awkward, poorly
executed mistakes.

(lowered voice) I think
I'm having one of those

"can't read the moment" moments.

Yeah? You going somewhere?

We are. Someday, right?

You think Erica is that one for you?

You gotta go for it.

I don't think we're gonna work anymore.

She's an amazing woman.

Wish it were me.

(elevator bell dings)

(button clicking rapidly)

(police radio chatter)

(feedback) I want to thank
everyone who made tonight's

East Miami Police-Person's
Ball possible.

First, Officer Newman for his mixes.

(cheers and applause)

And a special shout-out
goes to Beaumont Rosewood Jr.

For his sizable donation,
helping making tonight possible.

It's good to see some of the
dough we pay Magic City Lab

flow back into this department.

You know I'm worth every penny, right?

- You are, brother. You are.
- That you are.

Normally public speaking
makes me nervous.

Not tonight. Why?

Because tonight, I'm raising a glass

to the bravest, most loyal
men and women in Miami.

I'll take two to the
chest for anyone here.

Well, anyone except Feldheim. (laughter)

Keep it on the Miami
tip. You know what I like.

Anything but Pitbull. Cheers.

- Cheers.
- Cheers, cheers, cheers.

(applause)

Hey.

Hey, so, I know it's
been like 21-ish days

since the lip graze,

but I'm definitely still
feeling some shade from Pippy.

Okay, one more time... It's fine.

I told her it was my fault, and
we're focused on the wedding.

Right, the wedding. The
wedding's in two weeks, right?

Yeah.

- So it's exciting.
- Yeah.

Come on, babe. It's time to tear it up.

Yeah. Get after it.

- Dance? -
Unh-unh, Rosie.

I've seen your moves, all
of them, too many times.

Well, what if I told you
I've learned a few new moves?

- Since when?
- Well, since Erica and I ended things.

I had a few weeks to hone my skills.

Honed, huh?

That's right.
Ho-o-o-ne my skills.

-
And without asking why

Don't you worry about it.

- Man: Whoo!
-
Don't it mean "I love you"?

- Woman: Yeah!
-
Because I understand

- Told you I honed my skills.
- Is that all you got?

-
And I'm not afraid

Rosie? Rosie?

You want to get together this weekend?

Yes.

- My place?
- Your place.

Hey, Villa. We have a situation.

(indistinct conversations,
camera shutter clicking)

Man: Do the whole bridge. Let's move it!

- You're free Saturday?
- I can be.

- Come by at 8:00?
- I like 8:00.

All right, so, our
guys found C-4... lots.

I mean, I almost stepped
on a molar back there.

You think it was a professional job?

Maybe. It's too soon to tell.

Oh, my God, is that a...

Tail pipe next to a leg? Yeah, it is.

All right, so, how long to
piece this together? (horn honks)

My reinforcements are arriving now.

(vehicle doors open, close)

I want every bit of tissue,
every milliliter of fluids.

Anything and everything that was human

that was in, on, or near
that car when it blew up,

we need to bag it,
tag it, bring it home.

We're not gonna waste the first 48 hours

figuring out which pieces go where.

We're gonna solve this case. You ready?

All right? Let's do it.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

- Morning.
- (humming)

Donna Rosewood's not the humming type

unless something's
going very, very well.

Well, a new man would explain

those long phone calls
during her lunch hour.

Y'all need to stop.

- Oh!
- She didn't deny it.

- Oh!
- He got a name?

Excuse me?

His name is Gerald. He's from Daytona.

That is all you're gonna get.

Oh, we're not letting you off that easy.

(as Donna) Bring Mr. Thing
over for Sunday dinner.

- I want to meet this man.
- I do not sound like that.

(normal voice) Was that good?
I think that was good, right?

- Exactly like that.
- Good job.

Villa: Hey.

Hey.

- Hi.
- Hi.

So... what have you got?

Rosewood: There was only one victim
in the car when the bomb went off.

Pippy: DNA and bones suggest a
male, Hispanic, around 30 or so.

He photographs very well.

I found this embedded
in one of his kidneys.

Villa: "Ward Pharma."

So, let's go see who didn't
show up for work today.

His liver had microscopical damage

from a drug-induced hepatotoxicity.

You think someone drugged him?

Maybe. We can't seem to I.D. the agent.

Didn't cause liver failure. Could
have stopped the heart, though.

And all the blast
injuries are post-mortem.

I think someone stopped his
heart before the explosion.

- Talk about overkill.
- So, if our victim was already dead,

why would someone blow him up?

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So, we are still on for
this weekend, right?

Mmhmm.

Andre Ward. I'm Detective Villa.

This is Dr. Rosewood. We
have some questions for you.

Well, you're gonna have to be quick.

I got to get Sebastian
here back to the Vatican

before the Pope knows I stole him.

_

_

_

This guy.

He works for you, yes?

Uh, Joe Campos. Yeah. He's okay?

No, actually, he isn't.
He was murdered last night.

- You're kidding.
- We're not.

What can you tell us about Joe?

Well, I'm, uh, stunned.

He was junior counsel.
He was a new hire.

He practically banged
down my door last fall

begging to work for me.

We'll need a list of active cases.

Maggie, send in Carla Reid.

She's my V.P. of Legal.

You got a nice place here.

Yeah, my father pushed
me into real estate.

Took the money I made there
and started this company.

$2 billion a year later
says the old man was wrong.

But if anyone wants to
come after my company,

they use lawyers.

I'm sorry about Joe, but
I doubt that his death

had anything to do with his work.

Yeah. Yeah, well, stop
wasting my time, Ryuu.

We're not flying to Haneda to negotiate.

Tokyo's being a bitch. What is it?

Joe Campos is dead.

Well, that explains the empty desk.

Try not to be so upset about it.

Ms. Reid, I'm Dr. Rose...

I don't care how. That's your job.

- Just make it happen.
- When did you last see Joe Campos?

Last week.

Look, we've got dozens of lawyers.

I barely knew the guy.

I'm gonna need a list of his cases.

You handle everybody like that?

Only when I'm provoked.

I'll keep that in mind.

Listen, I'm throwing an
office party here tomorrow.

I'd love it if you could
join me, Detective...

Villa.

And... I already have plans.

Pen ink. Stick and poke. It's
definitely a prison tattoo.

And judging from the dermis,
I'd say over 10 years old.

So, bro, no more Erica,

and now you and Villa are
getting, uh, hot and heavy

all on the dance floor.

- (laughs)
- (laughs)

Oh, come on. Mom's not
talking. Now you're being cagey.

Somebody needs to tell Pippy something.

Okay, Villa and I have
plans Saturday at 8:00.

And it's definitely a date night.
Don't make me spell it out for you.

Yeah, you guys have plans all the
time. Are you sure it's a date?

It's not like this is
your first big hang.

Hmm, that's true, and this isn't
any woman we're talking about,

so are you ordering in,
are you making dinner?

Mitchie: Yeah, is this a movie night,

or is this like a slow-convo-
over-candlelight sitch?

We actually didn't discuss
details. Trust me, get more Intel.

I mean, you do not want
to misread those signals.

Okay, I'm not taking any dating advice

from a guy who sings
his owl to sleep, so...

- Is that true?
- I told you that in confidence.

(cellphone rings)

Hey, Villa.

Villa: Joe Campos grew up in Miami.

He got kicked around the foster system,

but graduated Tulane, top of his
class, then came straight home.

Any criminal record?

No, this was a kid
fighting for a better life. Why?

'Cause I'm looking at a prison
tattoo on his left shoulder.

Only way a guy with no criminal
record has a prison tattoo

is if he was put away as a juvenile.

Which means his records are sealed.

Unless we can find the
judge who put him away.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I remember him.

Scrawny kid from Little Havana.

Got caught selling fake I.D.s.

Probably trying to get
in with the cool kids.

Well, Joe did all right.

He became a lawyer at a
huge pharmaceutical company.

Wow. Good for him.

My husband was like Joe.

Got into trouble young
trying to prove himself,

but, close calls with the law
made him turn things around.

Ah, boy, I wish I heard
more stories like that one.

Well, we think Joe might
have gotten caught back up

with his old crew since he
recently moved back home.

Well, if you're looking for
a candidate for bad influence,

my money's on Louie Van Winkle.

Louie Van Winkle?

Most folks call him Louie Runsalot

'cause he's always
running from the cops.

That guy's been in and out of
these courts his whole life.

Any idea where we can find him?

(sighs)

So, turns out Joe
called Louie three times

- in the hour before he died.
- Oh, hello.

Like the color.

Had no idea the antique
business was booming.

(knocking)

Yeah, definitely running
that VIN before we leave.

(crowd cheering)

Now, also before we
leave, how about we...

I don't know... Talk about Saturday?

(chuckles) I don't know.

- Maybe we can hang... pizza
and a movie. - Oh, yeah.

Okay, okay. What kind?

- Maybe... something chill?
- Something quiet.

Okay.

Bring the bastard.
Bring the dice back here.

- Hey! EMPD. - Bring it back
here. You know what I'm saying?

- We're here looking for Louie.
- Louie Van Winkle.

Ah, man, that ain't my name.

Okay, so, is... is
that car actually yours?

Yeah, it is, but it's in my mom's name

'cause my credit's not so great.

Just have some questions
about the death of Joe Campos.

Joe is dead?

Oh, you're here 'cause I'm a suspect.

Ah, just because I've
done well for myself,

you show up like I did a crime.

I'm an entrepreneur!

Whoa. Hold on, Runsalot.

How about you give those
getaway sticks a break?

(whistling)

Buddy, no whistling at the urinal.

It's kind of a rule.

You haven't always been so
good at following the rules.

Have you, Ira?

Who the hell are you?

Doesn't matter, but here's
an address that does.

2242 Oriole Lane.

Heard about a little incident there

that got swept under the
rug when you were a rookie.

What are you talking about?

You need to make the Joe Campos

investigation go away, you understand?

And don't even think
about having me arrested.

If my people don't see me
walk out in five minutes,

everyone's gonna know what you did.

Are you threatening me?

No, Captain.

I'm just saying.

It's time for you and I to negotiate.

I didn't know Joe that well.

When you met him in juvie,
what were you in there for?

Grand theft auto, possession,
impersonating an officer,

counterfeiting some credit cards.

All right, what weren't you in for?

Girl, I live my life moment
to moment, and I enjoy myself,

and I think that other
people should, too.

Come on, Louie.

We know Joe called you
three times before he died

and he was killed 10 blocks from here.

How many times I got to tell you

I don't get my hands dirty like that?

Maybe you don't, but I think he does.

What, old Beefcake?

No, man.

Beefcake didn't kill nobody. Please.

He's in church every
Sunday. He's my alibi, too.

Spent all last night playing sudoku

and helping me get
my monitor blinged up.

Are those... Are those diamonds?

I got to rock this thing for six months,

so I made it my own.

Is life one big joke to you?

See, we know about all those times

Joe bailed your ass out of jail.

It wasn't because you deserved it.

It was because Joe was a good man

who never gave up on his friends.

Last night, somebody blew that
good man into pieces, okay?

I found Joe's hand 100
feet away from his lung!

Took me four hours to put
his skull back together.

I wouldn't kill him.

I do crazy stuff, yeah,

but Joe was, like, the closest
thing I ever had to a brother.

Being put away as kids,
man, that bonds you.

- Y'all wouldn't understand.
- Oh, I understand.

I believe you're
really upset about that.

But why am I also sensing guilt?

Joe always had my back.

People knew that.

Maybe someone I pissed
off couldn't get to me,

so they got to him.

What do you got on the Campos case?

Louie did business
with a lot of bad guys.

Just trying to figure out which one

might have wanted Joe dead.

All right. Keep me informed.

Cap, you okay?

- Yeah.
- Detective Villa. This came for you.

"Saw this in London.

Think you'd look stunning in it.

Join me tomorrow. Yours, Andre Ward."

(clicks tongue)

Classy. The guy left his digits, too.

What is it with men
trying to dress women?

I'm not a doll. Burn it.

Why? Because of your date with Rosie?

What? It's not a date.

I mean, it is a date, but wh... Who?

Come on. We all saw the dance.

- Cat's out of the bag on that one.
- Cap, he's just coming over.

Really, it's... It's not a big deal.

Trust me... It's a big deal.

(elevator bell dings)

So, you sure you want your officiant

- saying anything he wants?
- Just speak from your heart.

But don't let that heart
of yours ramble, bro,

because I've waited long
enough to marry my baby, okay?

Speaking of, I finished
writing my vows today.

- Oh, you did? I did, too.
- Yeah?

- Yeah!
- Oh!

(chuckles)

Hey, Rosie, so, you know how our guy

had guac and moo shu
pork in his stomach?

Well, I mean, Chinese
and Mexican together...

That's like Disneyland
for me, so I looked it up.

Turns out there's a place
near Miami that serves both.

- Both?
- Mm.

"Baja Meow"? It's almost
an hour outside Miami.

I'm pretty sure it's
called Baja (meowing)

That must be some damn good food
for him to drive that far to get it.

There are a lot of words
to describe this menu.

"Good" is definitely not one of them.

The only reason to drive
out there is if you're

meeting someone and you want to
make sure no one else sees you.

I'll find out who Joe met.

You guys find out what
drug stopped his heart.

The manager would only come in
to talk if we ordered delivery.

You want the kung pao carne asada

or the moo goo gai pan quesadilla?

Some things do not go together.

So, Cap and my mom might join
us for dinner this weekend.

- They didn't have plans.
- Wait. What?

- Yeah, and Feldheim's a TBD.
- You invited Feldheim?

He probably won't make it.

His aunt's getting a colonoscopy, so...

you know.

What?

Why am I here? I got to get back.

Do you remember this
guy coming in yesterday?

Oh, yeah.

Couldn't wait for them to go.

Them?

Was he with a loud
white male, early 30s,

- blinged-out ankle monitor?
- Try a woman.

Asian-looking, pantsuit,
on her phone the whole time.

- Annoying as hell.
- This one?

That's her.

Carla said she hadn't seen Joe in a week

- and she barely knew him.
- She lied.

We need to find out why.

I've called nine times
in the last nine hours.

Detective Villa... Two L's, one badge,

lots of questions for your boss.

This Carla Reid hooker is
too busy to take my calls?

- I'm pretty sure she's not a hooker.
- She should be, dodging my calls.

But when we were at Ward's office,
she was making love to her phone.

And she definitely wasn't
making love to her phone.

I don't have enough evidence
to pull a search warrant on her.

Well, what you do have is an invite

to Ward's company party, which
means Carla will be there.

And you know what else you
have? I can be your plus one!

- I don't have a plus one.
- Plus one! Oh, yes, and you do now.

So, what you can do is,
you can put on that dress

that Ward sent your way
so we can be on our way.

I'm not putting on this dress.

I'm putting on this
dress, but I won't like it.

Plus one!

(elevator bell dings)

(breathes deeply) Whoo.

This party's no joke.

Well, neither is the one
you're hosting Saturday night.

- Is the whole block coming now, or...
- Rosie, relax.

No, I'm just saying. I
mean, are you ordering pizza?

- What are you doing?
- No, I'm making pizza.

- Mm! Okay.
- From scratch.

It's my dad's recipe.

Sounds like a special pizza.

My mom gets it every
year on her birthday.

Hornstock when he made captain.

Eddie...

Wow. (chuckles)

You know, maybe I should
make something else.

What? Why?

It's what I made for him, you know,

on our last night together.

That man ate like a king,

crashed hard, slept like a baby.

He slept like a baby. Really?

Well...

it wasn't just the food.

(elevator bell dings) Then what was it?

Married-people stuff.

So you're saying that you and he...

Yes, we did adult things,
and now you've made it weird.

Hey, I have a cool
idea. Let's find Carla.

(indistinct conversations)

(cellphone rings)

Hey, Mitchie, talk to me.

Did you I.D. the drug?

Interesting. Good job.

Hey, wait, Mitch.

Um, I need you to look
into something for me.

Yeah, but it stays between us, okay?

Ward: If I could have
everyone's attention, please.

First of all, thank
you all for joining me.

I have some exciting news.

I am proud to report the FDA

has just approved a trial
of our latest drug, Sonapin.

(applause)

Mitchie I.D.'d the
drug that killed Joe...

Zocanyl.

- Never heard of it.
- Exactly.

Zocanyl never made it out of trials,

which is why it was so hard to identify.

And guess which company
financed the trials.

- Ward Pharmaceuticals.
- Mmhmm.

So, enjoy yourselves. You earned it.

(cheers and applause)

You know, if Carla was
involved in Joe's death,

- Ward could be connected.
- Yeah, divide and conquer.

I'll throw that bitch some heat.

- You grill Ward.
- Her name is Carla, okay?

Now, you flirt and chat with
Ward, and I'll talk to Carla.

- Why can't I talk to Carla?
- You know why you can't talk to Carla.

I don't say "wow" too often.

But... wow.

I would have come over sooner,
but you were with Carla.

Carla and I are not dating.

Our relationship is
strictly professional.

Make hers a double.

(chuckles) Thank you, but no.

Oh, trust me... You're gonna need it.

Dr. Rosewood, I...

Lied about seeing Joe
before he was murdered?

We know.

So, why does a man go
from real-estate developer

to creating a successful
pharmaceutical company?

Buying properties
doesn't change the world.

What we do here, what we
provide changes lives every day.

So, you and the doctor...

No. Strictly... professional.

Right.

Well, if you'll excuse me,

- Carla and I have to make the rounds.
- Zocanyl.

A drug trial from your
company a few years back.

Any idea who would have
access to something like that?

Why do you ask?

Because that's what stopped Joe's heart

before he was blown up.

It's difficult to track a
drug that never hit the market.

Smart way to kill someone,

but I don't understand
why you blew him up.

- I don't know. It wasn't me.
- Then who?

- Joe didn't tell me that.
- What did Joe tell you?

That it goes back to his days in juvie.

He said it was all tied to some judge.

You remember the judge's name?

He didn't say.

Babe. What are you doing?

It's been like an hour.

Patience, my dear. (sighs)

Such a surprise for you.

- What?
- Oh.

I'll see you in a couple of days.

A couple days?

I'm going on a road trip to Daytona

to, uh, meet my friend Gerald.

- Oh!
- Pippy: Love you.

- Bye!
- Bye. (laughs)

Okay.

So, I know this goes against
the whole superstition

of not showing the bride's
dress before the wedding,

but we're both brides, so
superstition can suck it.

What do you think? Hmm?

Wow. Do you love it?

(laughs)

Wow. Look at you.

You are perfect.

Wow.

What am I doing? This is my fault.

(chuckling) I don't know
what's wrong with me.

Okay. (chuckles nervously)

What's... What's going on here?

You know, I lied.

I haven't... I haven't written my vows.

I haven't even started yet.

That's okay. You have time.

Is...

Is this about Mitchie?

No, of course not. We've been over that.

It's just, like...

Pipp, I'm lost.

I'm... I'm... I'm... I'm confused.

Confused about what?

Because if it's not
Mitchie, then it's something,

so just tell me what it is.

I mean, if you're having
cold feet, then say that.

No, you don't understand.

Okay, then help me understand, Tara,

because I'm standing
here in my wedding dress.

What is it?

When I first came out, you
know, I lost everything.

I lost my family and my friends

and the person who I thought I was.

And then I found you,
and... and all I wanted

was to disappear in your
world and to be yours

and to be a part of this family.

And I come in here every day,

and you are this, like, amazing person

that I'm so in awe of,

but it's like... I only know
who I am when I'm with you.

That's not true.

Tara, when I look at you,
I see this beautiful woman

who is smart and strong.

All I see is a girl who's scared

and who doesn't know who she is.

So she's just clinging
to somebody that does.

I don't... I don't...

(clears throat)

I don't believe this
because you're the one

who wanted to push the wedding up.

I...

was afraid to lose you.

But...

But what?

Hmm?

Is that it?

It's just over?

- Couldn't get a read on Ward.
- It's okay.

Remember Judge Walters,
the guy who put Joe away?

Yeah. What's he got to do with anything?

Well, I think he and Ward
were in business together.

Carla told me Joe was
looking into a judge.

Remember how Ward got
his start in real estate?

Well, I had Feldheim look
through everything Joe ever owned.

Guess what was on the list...
Correctional facilities.

Three in Miami. Now think about it.

Joe got three years
for making fake I.D.s.

- The punishment doesn't fit the crime.
- Exactly.

I think our judge was
giving out harsh sentences

to keep these jails full.

And Ward was paying
him to do it. (scoffs)

Then I doubt we'll get
any more answers here.

Carla said Joe had a flash drive
with him at their meeting...

Everything he dug up to prove his case.

- Where is it?
- She doesn't know.

He got cold feet and
never gave it to her.

Carla has a daughter at home.

Joe was scared he was
dragging them into danger.

Said he was gonna give
it to someone he trusted.

Wait a second.

Rosie, where was Joe 10
blocks away from when he died?

Yo, I was in a dream state!

- What the hell do you want?
- We're here to search your place.

Woman, please! Man, I need my REMs.

Hey, thanks for helping us out, Louie.

How you been? You good?

No! No, not really.

I think I might have to
file myself a complaint.

Yo, relax, relax.

We just think Joe might
have stashed something here

before he was murdered.

Any idea where he might stash something?

- Brother-man, how would I know?
- Where do you hide your stash?

Ah, there's no stash to hide.

Yeah, and I'm wondering
why you have a lock

on this treasure chest.

I lost the key. Scout's honor.

Yeah, well, Scout's a liar. I
see the key around your neck.

Man, this is the key to
my other hiding place!

Key's taped under.

Yeah, you know how many
people try to steal my anklet?

Boom. Found it.

Yo, hold up. What do I get
in exchange for that thing?

Your freedom. (gunshots)

You got seven or eight
more clips hidden somewhere?

Yeah, where would I hide them?

I told you this stupid
dress was a bad idea.

I like the dress. (gunfire)

- I only have one shot left.
- All right, we

got to give him something
else to fire at

so you can get a clean shot.

(gunshot) We can't dangle Louie.

Dangle Louie for what?! Shut up!

No, but we can dangle me.

I'm not dangling you.

Now, come on. 30 seconds of silence

tells him we don't have any
more ammo left... (gunshot)

which means you and I are out of time.

I'm gonna run, I'm gonna
dive behind that lotus.

And when he fires at
me, you take him down.

(gunshots) Rosie, what if he hits you?

He's not gonna hit me.

Nothing's keeping me away from
my date with you tomorrow night.

No, I can't risk it.

- So it is a date?
- Damn right it is.

(gunshots)

Just me and you?

Just me and you.

(gunshots)

What if I miss?

You won't.

(gunfire) Aah!

(thud)

Cap, I've been waiting
all night to go at this guy.

Me too, Cap. Turn us loose.

Look, no one's talking to him yet.

Come on! I can break him.

Get him to admit he's working
for Ward and the judge.

Take them all down.

You go in there now, and we get nothing.

- We don't know that.
- Actually, Rosie, I do.

That guy in there, he's a
fixer... a professional killer

loyal to the powerful
people who employ him.

Until our techies can crack
the code on the flash drive

and deliver us a smoking gun,
we'll get nothing from him.

Villa, go home, shower.
Rosie, go anywhere but here.

(slurred) Big bro.

What's up?!

Get my message?

Yes, yes, I got your message.

All right.

I'm sorry, Pipp.

Don't be.

You know, these things happen.

I mean, you jump on YouTube, Bam!

People getting dropped like
bad habits left and right.

Maybe TMI just needed some
time to clear her head.

Rosie...

it's over.

Girl done gone and changed her mind.

The saddest part is, I
can't come here anymore

and do what I do.

I can't work with her, Rosie.

I love you, Pipp.

Okay? You're family.

And you're also the best at what you do.

She is, too...

which is why I won't make you choose.

I quit.

Mamita.

Check it out. (speaks Spanish)

Mira, Mira. What is that?

(laughs)

This is a love basket.

(chuckling) Okay? Come on.

It's been a long time coming
with you and Real-Rosie.

- This is just weird.
- Okay, Mira.

Candelas for mood lighting.

Chocolate-covered
cherries. Need I say m?s?

And a mix CD.

Enrique Iglesias from start to finish.

- Huh?
- Wow, thank you, Ma.

This is... In your own crazy way...

this is actually really sweet.

I hoped for this day, mija.

Prayed for it.

That you would be yourself again,

happy and full of life
like you used to be.

The way you were before.

You know who else is happy for you?

Eddie.

You know why?

'Cause he knew your heart
and how much you had to give.

And he's in peace, nena,

because he knows that your
life didn't end with his...

(voice breaking) and that
finally you are moving on

with someone who's worthy of you.

Just Enrique Iglesias?

(speaks Spanish)

I love you. Come here.

Talk to me, Goose. That's... That's
the new file you wanted, yeah?

Yep. Cool. Oh, and don't worry -

No one here knows that
I had it sent over.

Good, good.

So, who is this guy? Is
he connected to Joe Campos?

No, just a friend of a friend.

Okay, well, the blood
samples are on their way.

Okay, run a liquid chromatography.

Flag any abnormalities,
anything undetected.

All right. Are we
suspecting something wrong?

- No, it's probably nothing.
- Okay.

So, about your big date-ski with Villa,

you got to rock the right
threads for a woman like that.

And I mean this in a
strictly heterosexual way,

but I love you in pastels.

Easter colors... They pop on you, man.

So, you know what I'm thinking?

The... the baby blue blazer.

- You know what I'm talking about?
- Yes, yes.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- The paisley lining? Yes, yeah.

- Should I, should I get one of those?
- No, no, you shouldn't. Mnhmnh.

So, Mitchie, everything here is
from the bomb site, right?

Yeah.

So, why would a man with
a button-down dress shirt

and no jacket be wearing cuff links?

Uh, he wouldn't.

This isn't Joe's.

What if this belonged to
the man that killed him?

Rosie, get over here.

Turns out the flash drive
was the real treasure chest.

Oh, I love treasure.

I came with a gem of
my own, but you first.

Okay, so, Joe had a
list of what looked like

bank account numbers with
money transfers attached.

- Over 700.
- Whose accounts are they... Ward?

That's the thing... They
aren't bank accounts.

They're prisoner
numbers. Check this out.

Third one down. Look familiar?

That was Joe Campos' prison
number when he was in juvie.

- And every kid on that list...
- Has an amount next to him.

The day Joe went to juvie,

the judge who sentenced
him received 35 grand.

Millions of dollars
paid to Judge Walters

- over the past decade alone.
- We were right.

He was giving kids harsh
sentences in exchange for money,

- and it's still happening today.
- This is big. This is big.

Yeah, but not big enough...
We have proof of the scam,

but no proof that Ward gave
the order to murder Joe.

Well, my gem. It's not Joe's.

My guess... It belongs to
the man who murdered him.

The man that's in
interrogation room one.

- DNA?
- No, but he doesn't know that.

- I got this.
- No. Stay here.

I got this.

(door opens)

So?

How you getting me out of this?

I'm not.

Then I guess we're both going down, huh?

Because as soon as we're done in here,

I'm demanding an
audience with your chief.

And guess what I'm gonna say.

That 18 years ago, I
showed up at a house

at 2242 Oriole Lane,

looking for a father who put
his hands on his 9-year-old son

and that I beat him
within an inch of his life.

Luckily, my partner kicked in the door

before I could kill him.

That my captain called in a few favors

- to make it all go away.
- Come on, Ira.

We both know that's not
where the story ends.

Well, today it does.

You want to know where
Joe hid the flash drive,

so you drugged him, blew him to pieces

when he wasn't willing to give it up.

Problem is...

you left one thing behind.

Joe must have tore it off
your shirt in the struggle.

Great. Good luck proving that.

I don't need luck.

I have Miami's number-one
pathologist on the flank.

And guess what he found.

DNA from the skin cells left behind.

That puts you in the car.

We know about the juvie centers.

We know about the judge.

So...

let's negotiate.

Ward: I mean, really,
at the end of the day,

this is what makes us
leaders and innovators.

Rosewood: Don't forget criminals.

Dr. Rosewood.

What are you doing here?

Carrying a torch for a
much better man than you.

I'm here to finish
what Joe Campos started.

Okay, well, it's time for you to leave.

Carla, call security.

I take a lot of medications.

Warfarin for my heart,
Sanitol to prevent aneurysms.

Without those, I wouldn't even be here.

It's hard being so vulnerable.

But it's even harder when
there are people in this world

who take advantage of
that vulnerability...

people who make a living off the sick,

the less fortunate.

Are you done?

You'll know when I'm done.

Every empire starts
with the first brick.

Ward, how'd you build
yours... On vulnerability?

(door opens) Joe found a connection
between you and Judge Walters,

but he needed proof.

Then once he got that proof,

you tried to use your
power to bury your secrets.

Silence one more person
you didn't think mattered.

And now guess what.

You're gonna be spending
the rest of your life

in a place where no one will
be able to hear you scream.

Officer: I need you to stand up, sir.

(handcuffs click)

Now I'm done.

After you read this...

you're gonna want these.

Oh, wow. You look great, big bro.

Thank you.

I can smell that cocoa butter
cream from over here, but...

Well, you know I have a
heavy hand with the cocoa.

Always have. (laughs)

(chuckles)

Thanks for letting me crash here.

- I promise it'll just be until...
- For as long as you need.

Listen, if you want me to stay...

I'll be all right, okay?

And you have your big special date.

Hey, Mitchie.

So, it looks like that nothing
turned out to be something.

Toxic levels of vitamin K,
likely from an oral dose,

unless we can somehow
find this guy's body

and find an injection point,
but natural causes... no way.

The other M.E. missed it.

Run the tox again.

- Run it again? Why? I mean...
- Run it!

I didn't ask for your opinion.

It's not anything till I
say it is, you understand?

Run it.

Hi, Gerald.

Thank you for coming.

You sure you want to do this?

Well...

I'm here, aren't I?

(knock on door)

Rosewood: Wow.

- Villa, I have to tell you something.
- I think it can wait.

No, actually, it... it can't.

Actually, it can.

No, no.

Wow. I really misread this thing.

No, no, you didn't misread it.

This is... this is what
I've always wanted, but...

(Breathes deeply)

there's something I have to tell you.

Rosie, what's wrong?
Are... Are you okay?

Villa, at high levels,
vitamin K turns toxic.

It becomes lethal, and it's very
hard to detect in an autopsy.

- What are you talking about?
- At Ward's party,

you said something to me
that didn't make sense.

You said that you and Eddie

were intimate the night before he died

and that he was able to sleep.

Now, what you described,
it does not sound like a man

who was an hour away
from a pulmonary embolism.

So... I didn't think it
was gonna be anything,

but I had to check.

I reached out to the
M.E.'s office in New York

and had them pull
Eddie's autopsy report.

You did what? I have
gone over this 100 times,

but the science still
comes back the same.

I don't think Eddie
died of natural causes.

I believe he was murdered.

I'm sorry. What?

Listen...

I-I didn't want to believe it,

so I re-ran the tox screen,
and... just to be sure,

- and I think...
- You think?

Or do you believe?

- Villa...
- Just stop talking.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

I feel so stupid.

I-I should have seen this coming.

No, there's no way you
could have known that.

No, not that. This. You.

This is what you do, isn't it?

- You push people away.
- That's not what I'm doing.

You think I missed my
own husband's murder?

Rosie, I was there. I was with him

all night, just the two of us.

- I would have known.
- That's not how it works.

Eddie could have received a toxic dose

any time within his last 4...

Okay. Okay, just stop. Stop it.

I wouldn't tell you if I wasn't sure.

You wouldn't tell me?!

Oh, so, you go behind my back,

start running labs on my dead husband,

and I'm, what, on a
need-to-know basis?

W-Why are you telling me this now?

'Cause I care about you.

'Cause you deserve to know.

- I thought you'd want to know.
- This isn't about me.

And it sure as hell isn't about Eddie.
This is about you.

You... Let me tell you something.

I've met a lot of screwed-up people,

but you, Rosie, Whoo,
you're in your own league.

Villa, don't... don't do that.

Do you even know how hard I've fought

to... to put my life back together?

But... But that doesn't matter, does it,

'cause you need to be the hero.

You went looking for
this. Well, thank you.

Thank you for showing
me who you really are

before either one of us
made a mistake tonight.

I think you should go. I'm
not gonna leave you right now.

I'm not gonna leave you.
I'm not gonna leave you.

I think you need to leave
right now. I... Get out.

Leave. Go. Get out.

Y-You know what?

I do owe you a thank
you for something, Rosie.

Thank you for saving me from you.

I deserve someone who
sees me as an equal...

who doesn't see me as a broken woman

that makes them feel
better about themselves.

And you've proven time and again

that you're not capable of doing that,

so if you've never heard
me before, hear me now...

I need you to get out,

and I am not just
talking about my house.

(voice breaking) I need
you to get out of my life.

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