All language subtitles for Rosewood s02e17s.eng

(woman panting)

(cellphone rings)

_

Hey, I'm on a run. I'm
gonna have to call you back.

Look, I'm sorry, but I told you already,

I've made up my mind.

And MCL takes the lead!

Can the EMPD come back
in the final moments?

I don't think so.

You're about to learn the hard way, doctor.

Yeah? Yeah?

- You know.
- Oh.

Oh, come on!

- Oh, see, I like that. I like being to my fate.
- Yeah?

(both grunting)

You know... for a guy who
needs a kidney transplant,

you're going kind of hard.

- Shouldn't you be taking it easy?
- Negative, Cap.

High-intensity exercise
increases the cardiac output.

Lowers the blood pressure,
increases the renal profusion.

You're trying to throw me off my game

with all those fancy
doctor words, aren't you?

- Is that what I'm doing?
- Yeah, it's not gonna work.

- Oh, no?
- No, it's not gonna work. You see?

- (panting)
- Well...

What are you doing? You taking my pulse?

- Oh, I just got to check your vitals.
- Okay.

Rosie, I know a transplant's
serious business,

but I run a 7-minute mile, I bench 325.

I think I'm gonna be all right.

Just got to make sure.

You know, we both know

that I wasn't the match you expected,

but I'm glad it was me.

That is assuming my
kidney's good enough for you.

You're putting me through more paces

than the doctors who
approved the transplant.

Well, I just got to make sure

whatever goes into this body is tip-top.

Oh, don't you worry, man.

You're getting one premium kidney.

- See this little guy right here?
- Uh-huh.

He's gonna take you to a whole new level.

- Oh, yeah? Whole new level!
- Whole new level, yes.

- Which level?
- A level you're not ready for.

(man singing in Spanish)

MAN 1: Estas naranjas son
el color del Presidente.

(chuckles)

(speaking Spanish)

(laughs)

(indistinct conversations in Spanish)

Ay dios mio!

Okay, gracias. (speaking Spanish)

(police radio chatter)

VILLA: Ah!

So which one of you is
Batman and which one is Robin?

- He's Robin. - He's Robin!
- I see how it is.

The captain offers

to give you one vital organ,

and now he's riding shotgun for life?

Come on, now, Villa,

- you know you'll always have a seat in the Yellow Queen.
- Yeah, in the back.

Oh, of course in the
back. What do you think?!

You know, I should drive home.

Uh, that would be a negative.

What do we got?

A worker I spoke with

called the woman an angel caido.

Fallen angel.

There's no way somebody put her up there.

ROSEWOOD: She must have
fallen from pretty high up.

Looks like the birds
got to her before we did.

I had a watch like this.

It keeps track of your
heart rate, steps per day.

This could tell us something.

VILLA: Please tell me this woman was dead

before she hit this tree.

Blood spatter indicates

that she was alive, unfortunately.

Decomp suggests that she's been up here

for a couple of days, maybe more.

If she fell out of a plane by accident,

a report would have been filed by now.

Yeah, so we're thinking she was pushed.

Any idea who she is?

No I.D. in her pocket, just this.

Looks like a bunch of wires. Copper, maybe.

(cellphone buzzing)

Hi, Mrs. Norman.

Hey, can I call you back?

I'm in the...

Okay, thanks.

Everything all right?

My neighbor just said

she heard some noise
coming from inside my house.

She thinks there's someone in there.

Well, your mother does live with you.

Well, no, she and Hornstock

are on a cruise in Puerto Rico...

- seven nights, ocean view.
- Oh.

I had to sign off on his vacation time

and hear way too much about how much...

- Oh.
- Okay, uh, that's... don't finish that sentence.

It's either a raccoon or a break-in.

Well, go check it out.

All right, be safe.

We'll meet you back at the station.

That burglar's about to find out

he broke into the wrong house.

- The wrong house.
- Mm-hmm.

(faint clattering)

Put your hands where I can see them.

(exhales sharply)

Come on, sis!

Six kinds of salsa and no milk?

Ma teach you that?

Beaumont?

I'd like to talk to you about
a very important MCL asset.

Let me guess, the 3-D
printer is on the fritz again.

You know what?

Someone needs to tell Mitchie

to stop printing dinosaur bones.

- It's not good.
- True, but the printer is fine.

I'm talking about you.

- Basketball? Really?
- You found out about the game?

That's why I just had to send the captain

nine alkaline juices to
drink throughout the day.

Now, I'd like you to tell me
that he is avoiding pain meds

and he has stopped those
protein shakes, right?

Yes. And yes.

And I understand this is a lot,

but I need you to relax.

This is me relaxed.

And when the only person
who can save your life

is carrying a gun and a badge,

you see, I'd like to lock
that man in a padded room,

feed him organic food,

and make sure that he
sleeps 12 hours a day.

- But you can't.
- But I can't, so I send juices.

And I ask questions, like if Dr. Mitchka

can move up your transplant date.

You called my surgeon?

He was able to find an
opening in two weeks.

Now all you and Slade have to do

is call and confirm.

You don't have to thank me, son.

- Your Jane Doe is here.
- But I... I...

I'm placing the time of death

at approximately one week ago.

The healing pattern on this burn...

I've never seen anything like it.

Me, neither. But, first,
let's focus on getting the I.D.

Start with the facial reconstruction?

The bone density

in our victim's neck, hips, and pelvis

is extremely low.

Bones get weaker the less you use them,

so maybe she spent more of her time

- lying down than standing up.
- Exactly.

I'm thinking our lady here
might have been bedridden.

TMI: Okay, but the smart watch she had on

was a highly specialized athletic brand.

The EMPD hasn't been
able to pull data from it.

But why would a bedridden woman

have an expensive fitness watch?

Doesn't add up.

Neither does these sky-high
levels of radiation in her scan,

not unless she worked at a nuclear plant.

Great.

So we have a bedridden
nuclear-plant employee

who likes to work out.

This should be easy.

All right, who wants to meet our victim?

(beeping)

TMI: Oh, my God.

Wait a second.

- That can't be her.
- You know her?

Doesn't everyone?

It's Laura Ann Hill.

So time spent floating in space

would explain her low bone density.

She'd obviously have radiation
exposure from the sun.

And the grueling workout regimen...

part of her training.

Which only leaves one question,

how on earth does an
astronaut fall out of the sky?

(theme music plays)

Sync and corrections by explosiveskull
www.addic7ed.com

ESPOSITO: All of us at NASA
are shaken by what happened.

Mission Specialist Laura Hill

was a critical part of the team.

She's the most determined
woman I've ever met.

She applied seven times
to the astronaut corps

before she was admitted.

Nobody worked harder.

What kind of work did she do?

Her focus was repairing the ISS...

the International Space Station.

She spent thousands of hours in orbit...

three missions, four space walks.

If she was so important,

why didn't anyone notice
she had gone missing?

Laura had been on leave for a few weeks.

She wasn't due back till tomorrow.

I'm sure someone as driven as Laura

must have stepped on a few NASA toes.

Oh, no.

Laura was never like that.

She cared about people too much.

Any idea why she went on leave?

I figured she just needed a break.

Laura practically lived at our facility.

Honestly, I don't think
she had much of a life

outside the space program.

You said she just fell from the sky.

What? Pushed out of a plane?

Maybe.

We're checking FlightAware
for any flights in airspace

near the orange grove where she fell.

Technically, Captain,

she was found while on leave,

so it's your jurisdiction.

But I want you to know, you
have NASA's full support.

I appreciate that.

Detective Villa will get you oriented.

Thanks for coming in.

(door opens)

(sighs)

You know, I've been meaning to ask you,

what's the deal with the mug?

Oh, it's a gift from my first captain.

Oh, yeah? What did you do?

You deliver a baby, catch a killer?

What... What did you do?

Well, Rosie,

my first case was a
series of bank robberies

up near Pahokee.

I was questioning a
witness on the boardwalk,

and I... I got a call from dispatch

that the suspect was seen traveling north

right near my location.

- So what happened?
- Nothing.

See, I had left the squad car in neutral.

It rolled into the sand,

so I had to radio in for the tow.

The suspect's still at large.

But, you know, I guess
my captain gave me this

to remind me that I was
not the best cop ever.

Yet.

So Marcos was a break-in.
You said it was a raccoon.

In my defense, he did
rummage through my cupboards

and polish off my queso.

All right! Little baby bro is back!

- Calm down.
- Calm down? We're talking about

- Marcos is back in the 3-to-the-0-to-the-5!
- Oh.

It's time to celebrate.

Double the Villa, double the fun!

When do I get to meet him?

Uh... (chuckles)

Rosie, I'll be surprised

if he even unpacks his bags, okay?

He enlisted six years ago,

and we've barely seen each
other since his last tour.

Trust me.

He's not the stick around
and hang kind of guy.

So whatever welcome-home parade

you're planning in your head right now...

Floats, boats, beignets.

- Cancel it.
- You don't like beignets?

Mardi Gras... You've been to Mardi Gras.

I know you have. Showing your... Oh.

Where's the rest of Laura's things?

This is everything.

This may be the most amazing human being

that we've ever had on our table.

You guys realize this woman

has been to space and back, right?

I didn't know you were such a space nerd.

She doesn't really like to talk about it.

Yeah, it was, like, a
painful period in my life

'cause, like, I was this close.

To being an astronaut?

To going to space camp.

Oh, girl.

You know you get motion
sickness on a Ferris wheel.

Yeah, and they probably frown on that

'cause astronauts like
Laura have gotta be tough.

MITCHIE: Which is why I
want to biopsy this tissue,

'cause if Laura got burned...

- PIPPY: We need to find out how and when.
- Yeah.

Laura Hill was an American hero.

To die the way she did is just not right.

MITCHIE: Okay, so let's get
out our fine-tooth combs...

just an expression...

and find out who did this to her.

Guys, maybe this can help.

Looks like Laura took this
astronaut diet home with her.

(sniffs) Mmm!

Now, I can get used to that.

Oh, please, Mr. Acai Bowl.

You wouldn't last 24 hours

with those dehydrated noodles and shakes.

Are you saying that I
couldn't hack it in space?

- Rosie, you'd hate space.
- SLADE: She's right.

Man, you can't even breathe
without a pocket square.

We all remember what
happened when the good doctor

didn't get his B12 before lunch?

Okay, you guys, I would be great in space.

Okay, my middle name is adventure.

No, your middle name is Darius.

But look, it was a test. You passed.

And you both know I can hack it.

Nothing like a little rocket science

to remind me how much I hate math.

Here's a little math for you guys.

One shaving kit

plus two pair of men's shoes equals...

Miss Hill had a boyfriend.

I didn't see any pictures.

Maybe he's camera-shy.

Or they didn't want other people to know.

And looks like Laura

missed an appointment this morning

- with an Evie Hower.
- Go talk to her.

If Laura had a life
outside the space program,

maybe this Evie can tell us what it was.

(bell rings)

ROSEWOOD: So we know Annalise Villa

was her high-school prom queen.

Oh, I don't like where this is going.

What was Marcos? Was he a jock or a nerd?

- Maybe a little of both, like me?
- VILLA: (sighs)

Beer or whiskey? Paper or plastic?

Why would I know that,

- and why would you care?
- I don't know.

Volcano girl never had a shot.

Can I help you?

I knew when she didn't
show up this morning,

something was wrong.

So Laura came to visit
your class every year?

She was their hero.

I don't know what I'm gonna tell my girls.

How well did you know her?

We grew up together in Topeka,

moved out here for school.

Laura was the kind of friend
who always kept in touch.

Even when she was in
orbit, we'd... video-chat.

When was the last time you saw her?

A few months back,

right before her last ISS mission.

Did she mention having
problems with anyone?

Maybe with a pilot?

No, but it was NASA.

They're all pilots or doctors or both.

Where can we find Laura's boyfriend?

Boyfriend?

She didn't have one.

Laura was too busy working.

She actually did.

If you two were so close,

I'm surprised you didn't know about him.

Look, I'm sorry,

but Laura made me promise
not to say anything.

Miss Hower,

I know your girls must look up to you.

Laura was their hero,
but I think you are, too.

And heroes do the right thing.

Rodrigo Vargas.

You know, your Air
Force-trained flight engineer.

ESPOSITO: Detective, there's no way

he and Laura were... involved.

NASA has a strict policy

against astronauts dating each other.

Come on, don't you teach your
scientists the laws of attraction?

Two people, tiny space.
I'll draw you a picture.

Look, we're gonna need to bring
Rodrigo in for questioning.

- I'm afraid that won't be possible.
- Why not?

RODRIGO VARGAS:
Specialist Hill and I

did a mission together
a few years back.

She was good, and I
liked working with her.

You can drop the act, all right.

We all know you were more than colleagues.

ESPOSITO: It's all right, Rodrigo.

Finding Laura's killer
is what's important now.

Come on, I get it.

Space is a good place to fall in love,

am I right?

(chuckles)

Time's funny in space.

When the sun rises every 92 minutes,

days don't really mean a whole lot.

One night, I found Laura

repairing the IFT
tracking satellite.

Just... floating there...

all by herself.

As the sunrise passed
across her face,

it was like I saw her
for the first time.

And I realized in that moment...

That you wanted to see
the sun rise on her face

for the rest of your life.

I guess I must have
said something right,

because she fell in
love with me, too.

So I soldered a ring out
of some copper wires,

and proposed to her once
we got back to earth.

My man.

Romantic and resourceful.

All right, so what did Laura say?

Come on, Villa, no one
could say no to that.

I wanted to get her an actual ring,

you know, something fancy.

Laura, she just wanted
the one that I had made.

She said nothing on
Earth would compare.

We were supposed to get married
once I got back to Earth.

- (clicks)
- That's why Laura asked for the time off.

She was planning her wedding.

- How long has he been up there?
- Two weeks.

Poor guy comes back tomorrow.

Which means he was in
space when Laura was killed.

He's not our guy.

- (clicks)
- So you got along with Laura.

- Do you know anyone who didn't?
- I don't have a name,

but when she returned
from her last mission,

she was upset.

She said there was no point
dwelling on it, but...

I think something happened up here.

All right, we need to know

what astronauts were on the ISS with Laura

and all incident reports during her stay.

You got it.

If Laura had a problem
that started in space,

maybe that's what got
her killed here on Earth.

Tests confirm that the burn
on Laura's hand was electrical.

The current went into this hand

and out through this knee.

Looks like it healed months ago.

She's been in space

for most of the past six months,

- so it had to have happened on the ISS.
- TMI: Okay, get this.

So the morning of October 18,

Laura was supposed to replace

the primary power converter
for one of the solar arrays.

But then her commander, Yuri Cvetko,

reports that he fixed the problem,

which he blamed on Laura.

If Yuri fixed the problem,

then how did Laura get burned?

Well, that's not the only
report that Yuri wrote

to where a woman screwed
up and he saved the day.

If Yuri lied,

maybe Laura got burned
in more ways than one.

Thanks for the coffee, honey,

but I need to get back to my training.

Now, why don't you get your boss in here

so he and I can talk this out.

In this room, I am the boss.

What do you want to know?

Let's start with

what happened between you and Laura Hill

on the ISS.

Specialist Hill should
have never been in space

to begin with.

I get it.

A commander like you has no room

for mistakes up there.

Or even for some woman

who was probably chosen to fill a quota.

Your words, not mine.

Well, why don't you pick some words

to explain how Laura got this?

SLADE: It's hard to believe

he and Laura were on the same team.

Just goes to show,

sometimes you can't trust people,

even the ones you work with.

Are you all right?

(sighs)

Someone stole my mug.

No. Are you talking about
"The Best Cop Ever" mug?

I mean, what kind of man
takes another man's mug?

Yeah, that's rough.

Losing something that you've had

for such a long time, that's...

Wow.

You were pretty attached
to that thing, huh?

It was you, wasn't it?

- Huh?
- You know, organ donors sometimes

experience sadness and
anxiety after transplant.

If you're this upset after losing a mug,

how are you gonna feel
after losing a kidney?

I don't drink coffee out of my kidney.

Anything I have to say
is already in the report.

Then why do I get the feeling

that the report isn't the whole story?

- (splashes)
- Oh!

Oh, I'm so sorry.

When you've spent as much
time in zero gravity as I have,

sometimes you forget
things don't just float

where you leave them.

He's lying.

I can prove it.

(door opens)

So, Commander, how long have you been using

the "adjusting to gravity"
excuse for making a mess?

Habits form in 21 days.

I have 312 in space.
I don't need an excuse.

Rosie, what are you doing?

- Visual intracranial pressure syndrome.
- Okay.

- (exhales sharply)
- It can develop in astronauts

during long-duration space flights.

Their eyeballs flatten,

and their vision becomes hit and miss.

But you already knew that.

And eye drops won't help.

Laura got burned

fixing your mistake, didn't she?

She could see just fine, but you couldn't.

Even if that were true
and she did save my ass,

why would I kill her?

Because if Laura told anyone,
your career would be over.

That's why.

This is the part

where you either give us a confession

or a damn good alibi...

honey.

VILLA: His alibi checks out.

The day Laura Hill died,

our space cowboy checked in for a spa day

- at No More Knots.
- Got the deep tissue,

stuck around for the steam room.

- He's not a great tipper.
- No, no surprise there.

He may not have killed her,

but his report sure didn't
help her NASA career.

And if it weren't for that Russian...

(scoffs)

...Hill could have been
a commander herself.

All right, let Yuri go.

We'll tackle this with
fresh eyes in the morning.

So Ma and your former captain

up all night playing Color Me Badd.

Now I know how you felt when
she seduced your baseball coach.

Yeah, man.

Her and Coach Gonzalez
running the bases all season

and I still can't throw a curveball.

(chuckles)

So...

You and this Adrian guy, huh?

Yeah.

I really like him.

Hmm. Okay.

What do you mean, "Okay?"

Okay, like, if you really liked him,

you'd have given him a drawer.

You went through my drawers?

I'm an intelligence
officer, trained to assess

- any new environment I enter into.
- Mm.

Plus, the pizza guy needed some cash, so...

In your, uh, sock drawer?!

Really, Detective?

Hey, most burglars go
straight to the freezer.

Right.

And you said you bought us dinner.

- Uh-uh, no, I said I got us dinner.
- Mm.

I sweet-talked the pizza girl
into some extra bread sticks.

You're welcome, by the way.

So, um...

...when exactly did your last tour end?

- I told you. I got back this morning.
- Really?

'Cause I noticed your
luggage didn't have any tags.

And my sister intuition

told me to put a call in
to a friend at Army CID.

You landed four months ago, Marcos.

What's this... an interrogation, sis?

Only if you're hiding something.

All right.

All right, truth is
I've been couch surfing.

It's been a rough landing. It always is.

How can I help?

You know, when I first enlisted, I...

I wanted to get as far
away from Miami as I could.

I guess I never expected

all the things I was running from

to be waiting for me when I got back.

I'm gonna get us some more beers.

(clears throat)

VILLA: Hey, we've been focused on

what happened to Laura in space,

but what if what got her killed

was waiting for her down
on earth when she got back?

What's that?

EMPD techs just recovered

partial health and activity data

from the victim's fit watch.

Well, let's see if we can
retrace her final steps.

- (beeping)
- Okay.

The GPS data points are fragmented,

but we've got number of steps, heart rate,

and calories burned.

Okay, so on Laura's last
run, she took 6,000 steps,

stopped, but her heart rate spiked.

Well, we need to figure out where she was

and what made her vitals spike.

Well, we don't have her route.

6,000 steps is about three miles.

Pull up a map from Laura's neighborhood.

Okay, so a three-mile
jog from her apartment

would take her past a liquor store,

a church, Connie's Kung Pao Chicken.

A place called Nova Fleet.

Nova Fleet? That's an aerospace company.

Well, that's a great place to
hang out if you're an airplane.

- Then I say we pay them a visit.
- Let's pay them a visit.

VILLA: Look familiar?

The logo from Laura's iPad.

Detective Villa, Dr. Rosewood.

Jason Hiyashi.

I'm sorry about the pat-down.

We have to take precautions.

I understand you're here about Laura Hill.

What exactly do you do here?

Oh, what you see around you

is the next giant leap
in human space travel.

I think NASA beat you to it.

NASA only sends astronauts into space.

Nova Fleet is developing

safe, refuelable spacecraft for the public

with all the comforts of a luxury car.

We want everyone to experience
the wonders of space.

Mm, everyone with a couple millions
dollars lying around, right?

Well, the first automobiles
weren't exactly cheap, either.

The thing is this planet

cannot be home to 7.5
billion of us forever.

We hope with time that Nova Fleet

can help lead us to our next one.

I'm in! You got an extra seat?

I'm sorry. We sold out in nine minutes.

- Oh.
- But tonight, we are unveiling

our new Series One rocket to the public.

(sighs)

Never thought I'd be
doing it without Laura.

- Laura worked for you?
- Consulted, yeah.

NASA doesn't pay well. We do.

Most of us here have only dreamt of space.

Laura had gone.

Her experience was invaluable.

Mm, so in a few years,

we'll all be vacationing on Mars, right?

I know. It sounds impossible.

But great innovation always does.

I'm a visionary.

I make things happen.

I like the confidence.

Mr. Hiyashi, they're ready for you.

Excuse me.

(cellphone buzzes)

Hey, Pipp, what's up?

PIPPY: I've I.D.'d the white
powder under Laura's fingernail...

sodium bicarbonate.

- Baking soda?
- Just like Mom uses in the kitchen.

Or a kid in a science fair.

Our teacher friend lied to us.

Evie saw Laura right before she died.

VILLA: The school's principal
said Evie took off after lunch.

ROSEWOOD: They have
any idea where she went?

No, but Evie's father is retired Air Force.

He keeps a plane at Fremont Airfield.

MAN: Sorry, only authorized personnel.

VILLA: What about Evie Hower?

- She's authorized.
- Not to fly a plane, she's not.

- By Captain Hower...
- Her father?

Yeah, he probably taught her how to fly

before she could walk.

- But we checked.
- And she's not licensed.

So unless you want us

to file a complaint with the FAA,

tell us where she is.

(airplane engine starts)

(car engine revs)

(tires screech)

(horn honks)

So you want to tell me why
you lied about seeing Laura,

or skip to the part where you
pushed her out of this plane?

EVIE HOWER: This is crazy.
I would never hurt Laura.

She was one of my oldest friends.

Well, sometimes we hurt the ones we love.

Was it jealousy?

It must have been hard
seeing Laura become a hero.

No, I was happy for Laura.

Then why did you lie about seeing her?

A couple of weeks ago,
Laura came by the school.

I was setting up for the science fair.

She was about to go on leave.

She told me she was gonna marry Rodrigo.

They were in love,

and she asked me to be her maid of honor.

This isn't story time.

Answer the question, why lie?

Why take off?

Because Laura wasn't the only one

in love with Rodrigo...

was she?

You wanted her job and her man?

Love triangles never end well.

No, look, Rodrigo called me.

He said he needed to talk.

I went over there.

He said he suspected Laura
was seeing another guy,

and he thought that I would know who.

And one thing led to another...

Wait, hold up. You slept with him?

Wow.

- I did not see that coming.
- Well, it sounds like

our love triangle turned
into a love square.

I guess math can be interesting.

- Well, technically, it's geometry.
- Keep talking.

I don't know how it happened.

It was a mistake. He was hurting.

Who was the guy Laura was seeing?

I don't know if there even was one,

but Rodrigo was convinced.

He said it was some guy
she was working with.

If you expect us to believe
Rodrigo killed Laura, save it.

He was in space, which
is a pretty good alibi.

I wasn't running. I swear.

I just needed to get
away and clear my head.

- We're gonna have to search your plane.
- (cellphone buzzing)

If we find traces of Laura,

you'll be grading science
projects from a prison cell.

Everything okay?

I don't know.

(police siren wails in distance)

(police radio chatter,
indistinct conversations)

VILLA: (sighs) Thanks.

I'll take it from here.

MARCOS: (slurring) Hey, oh!

There she is.

Detective Annalise Villa...

the toughest cop in all of Miami.

What's up, sis?

- You all right?
- No, man.

Three tours in the desert,

and I can't get one drink in Miami.

You believe that?

Yeah, it sounds like you had plenty.

(chuckles) Yeah.

Yo, you remember when
Pops used to hustle people

on the tables in there?

I thought it was a dump then.

Man, look at it now. (laughs)

All right, come on.

Let's sleep this off at home.

Home.

- All right, come on.
- I'm gonna walk. I'm gonna walk.

I'm gonna walk!

DONNA: T, if I'm not allowed

to obsess over Beaumont's transplant,

you're not allowed to
obsess over that thing.

Are you kidding me?

These are the actual blueprints

for Nova Fleet's manned
commercial spacecraft.

PIPPY: (laughs)

Give the girl a break, Mom.

That is the closest
that she'll ever get to space.

Hey.

- Hey.
- Uh-oh. What's up?

Is there a...

a sibling code for "my
brother's acting weird

- but he won't tell me what it's about?"
- Oh, girl, no.

There's no sibling code for that.

- That's just called everyday life.
- (chuckles)

Hey, I got your call. What's up?

New tox.

Laura's body was covered
with a thin film of Imazalil.

A fungicide used in orange groves,

like the one that Laura was found in.

It can prevent the decay and decomposition

of fruits, plants...

- Or a body.
- Exactly.

We thought that Laura had
been dead for seven days.

We were wrong.

She's actually been
dead for over two weeks.

Two weeks ago, Rodrigo was on the ground.

So much for his alibi.

ESPOSITO: Sorry, Doctor.

Rodrigo just landed a few hours ago.

You can't speak with
him. He's being monitored.

- What's wrong with him?
- It takes days to adjust to gravity.

You got to regain balance,
rebuild your strength.

Well, he can still use
his mouth to talk, right?

He just became the prime
suspect in Laura's murder.

So Feldheim looked into Rodrigo.

Turns out a few months ago,
he showed up at Nova Fleet,

demanding to speak with Hiyashi.

Security came, kicked him out,

but no one ever pressed charges.

Sounds like Evie was telling the truth

about Rodrigo's jealousy.

Maybe he thought Hiyashi was the other man.

Excuse me, sir, I'm sorry to interrupt.

It's Rodrigo. He's gone.

- Gone? Where did he go?
- I don't know.

He took your Porsche.

What?! Excuse me.

So if Rodrigo was mad enough to kill Laura

because she was cheating,

I bet you he's mad enough to kill

whoever he thought she was cheating with.

We need to get to Hiyashi
before Rodrigo does.

If not, you could have a
second body on your table.

(upbeat music playing)

(indistinct conversations)

I already told you. Mr.
Hiyashi is not available.

- Look, the man's in danger.
- Which is what you'll be

if you don't tell us where he is right now.

HIYASHI: Good evening.

And welcome to Nova Fleet.

Throughout history,

humans have reached for the stars.

Now... we can touch them.

(applause)

- I give you...
- (crowd cheering)

...Series One.

(cheers and applause)

(camera shutters clicking)

Thank you.

(cheers and applause continue)

- That's great.
- We need to get you

into protective custody right now,

until we find Rodrigo.

Detective, I don't follow. Why me?

We think that he's convinced

that something was going
on between you and Laura,

and that's why he killed her.

But we were just colleagues.

Look, I appreciate your concern,

but my security stopped Rodrigo before.

I can't leave. I'm sorry.

We need backup.

I posted Feldheim and
Young at the main door.

Don't leave Hiyashi's side.

I'll work with his team to
secure the other entrances.

I missed the scoop, 'cause
if I would have known

we were gonna be on a stakeout,

I would have worn one of my tuxes.

One of them? How many do you have?

Well, you got be ready
for the tails and no tails.

- Rosie, nobody here is wearing a tux.
- Maybe they should.

Listen, this guy is smart,
angry, and jealous...

a bad combo.

We need eyes on him
before he makes his move.

Ho, ho, hold up. Whoa, whoa.

You guys aren't gonna
hook me up with a bud?

Do you even know how to work a bud?

This isn't my first bud, all right?

I was born for the bud.

Our transition to carbon-wrapped titanium

allowed us to expand the
capacity of each Series One

to 12 passengers.

Entrances are secure.

No sign of him here.

I'll go check outside.

ROSEWOOD: 10, what's your 20, copy?

Rosie, what are you doing?

Hey, I just want to know,

are we using, like, the traditional lingo

or am I allowed to improvise?

- Rosie...
- I just want to make sure

that we're on the same page, you know.

Those who abuse their buds,

- lose their buds.
- Copy that.

SLADE: I got eyes on Rodrigo's ride.

Stand by.

(indistinct conversations in distance)

Bad news, guys.

I think he's already inside.

Now, remember he's still
recovering from re-entry.

He's sensitive to lights and noises

as his body adjusts.

And he's still unlikely
to be solid on his feet.

- MAN: Ah!
- Hey.

HIYASHI: All of us were saddened

to hear of the loss of
astronaut Laura Hill.

I was privileged enough
to get to know Laura

when she consulted for us.

She was a wonderful woman,

one who shared our dream
of space travel for all.

We will honor her memory.

Give me your gun. Now.

Well, I'm afraid I can't do that,

seeing as how there's a
room full of people here.

It's just not gonna happen, man.

You must be Rodrigo.

Rosie, do you see him?

Gun now, or I slice you open

in front of all these nice people.

- Look, do me a favor.
- What?

Could you move that blade
two inches to the right?

I'm trying to keep that
kidney warm for a friend.

EMPD, drop it.

(crowd screaming)

Think about what you're doing.

Let us get you some help.

I said drop it.

What's going on here?

Laura and I were starting
our lives together.

You took her from me!

(loud feedback)

(crowd screams)

(grunts)

You don't look so good, man.

I think you should lie down.

Yeah, that's the power of the bud.

You better get that checked out.

(crowd murmuring)

We good?

(police siren chirps,
indistinct conversations)

SLADE: Cut's not too deep.

Your little guy should be just fine.

ROSEWOOD: I'm just glad you're all right.

You know, uh, you were a preemie,

just like me.

3 pounds, 8 ounces. Why?

I wanted to know everything
about your health,

so I made some calls,
pulled your medical files.

You know, a low birth weight

means that you're at a greater risk

for developing kidney
complications in the future.

That risk increases if you're a donor.

Now, I discussed all that
with my doctor already.

It's an allowable risk.

Well, not for me.

I'm not gonna risk your
life to save my own.

(chuckles)

You finally found it.

Mm-hmm, the basketball, the coffee mug...

that's what all this was about.

No risk to my life was low enough to you.

You wanted a reason to say no.

I found a pretty good one.

No, you didn't.

Look, I know you're not the type of guy

that lets people help him.

I get that.

But you need a kidney,

or you're not gonna make it.

I know.

But not like this.

Let me guess.

You're still trying to
make your own spaceship?

Propulsion science can
make a girl feel dumb.

You're the smartest girl I know.

You'll figure it out.

Let me see.

Looks like whatever space bug TMI caught

just spread to your sister.

I'm just glad they're close again.

Relationships shouldn't
end until they're finished.

Unless they're trying to kill you.

Huh.

- What?
- The ring.

It was in her pocket.

So?

Laura loved Rodrigo,

so why wasn't she wearing the ring?

If your fianc? takes you
up for a romantic flight,

you wear the ring he gave you.

The only reason to put it
in your pocket would be...

- You're not with your fianc?.
- TMI: Hi, sorry.

Uh, I know this is gonna sound crazy,

I know that I'm a little
distracted by Hiyashi's designs...

or, okay, obsessed.

But I missed something.

We... we all did.

Okay, check the date. Bottom corner.

Are you seeing what I'm seeing?

We arrested the wrong guy.

HIYASHI: It's beautiful, isn't it?

From the first time

that I saw Saturn's rings as a child,

I wanted to reach up and touch them,

see the sunrise from space.

You know, only a handful
of people in human history

know what that's like.

Laura Hill was one of them.

Rosie heard a seat opened up on this thing,

insisted we come by.

I'm afraid you heard wrong.

No passengers have dropped out.

Actually, someone might miss their flight.

We thought the designs
Laura had were yours,

but they were dated two
years before Nova Fleet began.

I don't understand what
you're saying, Detective.

The Series One rocket isn't your design.

It's hers.

Rodrigo was right.

Laura was your partner
in more ways than one.

She wanted credit for her work.

Yeah, but you didn't
want to share your place

in the history books.

Does this story have a point?

You know, I thought it was funny

that you weren't afraid of Rodrigo tonight.

Now I know why.

You knew there was only
one murderer in the room...

you.

You can't prove that.

"I'm a visionary. I make things happen."

Recognize this?

That's the seatbelt from your helicopter.

And those threads... from
the shirt Laura was wearing

the day she fell out of the sky.

Based on her DNA and prints,

I'd say that wasn't the first time

you took her up on a
little romantic flight.

But you didn't even need
to push her out, did you?

All it took was a broken
belt and a hard left.

Laura's work is gonna shape our future.

You're just gonna be a
footnote in her story,

not the other way around.

She's the real hero.

(knock on door)

SLADE: Mrs. Rosewood.

Please. Donna.

Is this a good time?

Yeah, of course. Come on in.

SLADE: (sighs)

You know, I... I never thanked you

for the juices you sent.

They, um... they tasted...

very healthy.

That's the least I can do.

Well, to be honest, I've been so busy

worrying about how this
transplant will go, I...

I never took the time to thank you.

Yeah, well, that's not necessary.

Yes, it is.

You are saving my son's life.

So if there's anything
that I can do to help,

I'm here for you, too.

Oh. Almost forgot.

My son asked me to give you this.

He must think very highly of you.

He does.

So do I.

Have a good night.

You, too.

(sighs heavily)

That one's my favorite.

That's a satellite.

What? Oh.

Okay, never mind.

Slade told me you turned down his kidney.

So, what's the plan?

You don't have one.

I'll get back on the
donor list, try my luck.

I'm pretty sure you lectured me once

about accepting help from others.

I can't.

I know.

And I'm not worried.

You're gonna be just fine.

I know you are.

So why do I get the feeling

that I'm not the only guy
you're worried about tonight?

When you and I met,

I wasn't the easiest girl
to get to know, was I?

I vaguely remember you
telling me to get lost

like 10 times a day.

(both chuckle)

I'm worried.

Marcos and I are more alike
than I'd like to admit.

You know, it takes just a few hours

to return from space,

but weeks to adjust on Earth.

And when you get back,

everything's a lot heavier
than what you remember,

until you get stronger.

No one knows how hard it is
coming home more than you.

You want to help him?

What helped you?

(door opens)

(door closes)

Don't tell me you're leaving.

I just brought home
all your favorite foods.

No, you didn't.

No, I didn't.

Requested an assignment in the Philippines.

You should come visit me.

I hear the diving's great.

Look, when I came back to Miami, this...

this place didn't feel
like home for me, either.

I mean, Dad's M.I.A.,

Mom's Mom,

and I felt like an alien.

So I shut down,

and I pushed everyone
I knew out of the way.

- Ah, yes, the Villa family tradition.
- Right.

But then I met

the world's biggest pain in the ass...

who also happens to have...

the biggest heart.

(chuckles)

Rosie.

And for some reason I still don't get...

he wouldn't give up on me.

It looks like you built

a hell of a life for yourself here.

Yeah, well, so can you.

Please, I...

Bro, our family's broken.

And we all act like we
don't need each other,

but we do.

I do.

I mean...

I mean, my best friend's gonna die.

I'm scared, and I can't tell him.

So for the first time in a long time...

I feel... alone.

You're too busy being
strong for everybody else,

you have nobody to be strong for you.

Look, I don't want to hold you back.

But...

I could really use a brother right now.

Okay.

Okay.

But if anybody plays
Color Me Badd around here,

- I'm out.
- (laughs)

- Deal?
- That's fair.

(panting)

- Everything go all right?
- Yeah.

Perfectly.

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