Thank God Mom can swim, 'cause she's clearly
gone off the deep end.
I mean, bro, this Gerald guy,
he's as guilty as your head is bald.
Which is why now is the time to sit her down
and extract her from this situation.
Donna Rosewood, our mother, the reason we're on this planet,
has never been extracted from anything.
- Until now. - I don't get it.
She's not crazy, okay?
So obviously this guy...
He's telling her something that makes sense.
Well, he's charming, he's smart, he's persuasive.
He's a sociopath that's preying upon a vulnerable woman.
No, we are missing something.
Okay, then go.
Dig through everything and figure out what that is.
All right, well, you dig with me.
I've already tried.
She's not listening to me, so maybe she'll listen to you.
You're the deciding vote, Pipp.
All right, well, no pressure. Great.
You should probably pay that.
- See you later. - Great.
Excuse me.
I think you forgot to charge me for the cherry limeade.
Want to tell my manager?
Dandelions.
Uh, Crimson Clover!
Are we randomly yelling out wildflower names or...?
Well, the swelling on your palms, tops of your hands.
Dandelion greens, they reduce the edemas in your soft tissue.
Let me guess, you play...
- Volleyball... - volleyball.
Oh, so is that your move?
You just go around reading people's bodies?
Cute bar trick.
Mine is, uh, making men feel uncomfortable.
How am I doing?
I'm just messing with you.
Your face though. I'm sorry.
I'm actually... I'm actually very impressed.
No, no, I'm impressed. I'm impressed 'cause you're good.
You're very good. You had me going.
So what do you say?
Lummus Park Beach, me, you, the sun, snacks.
We volley, we set, we spike, I win.
Oh, you play?
'Cause it looks like you, uh, moisturize your hands
with brown sugar and honey.
That's exactly what I do.
Well, you know I got to protect the tools.
You seen that scene in "Top Gun?"
On the beach, you know, Maverick, Goose, Slider...
All those guys playing volleyball?
- Mm-hmm. - I put those dudes to shame!
- Really? - No. No, I don't.
But I'm a fast learner, and maybe you can teach me.
Maybe...
some other time.
Yeah, yeah.
That was also the Halloween where I learned
it was illegal to impersonate an officer.
Mitchie, you're wild.
Thank you.
Hey, Rosie. Maybe you could help me.
Uh, you might not be the right person
to answer this question, but...
Oh, no, he is. Take it from me.
It's sort of a relationship thing.
Oh, you know I'm the person to talk to about that stuff.
Uh, Rosie, I'll see you upstairs.
Christa, it was a fun talk.
- Yeah, it was. - Talk to me.
Well, I met this guy online, and he wants me to be a Sub...
You know I'm not the one to talk to about this stuff.
Dr. Rosewood. A moment of your time?
Christa, get our friend some water.
How can I help you?
I need you to do an autopsy for me.
Obviously this is for someone very special.
Your wife?
A child?
It's for me.
In 24 hours, I-I'm gonna be dead.
What's your name?
Doug.
Doug Russell.
Is someone threatening you, Doug?
Someone followed you here?
No. Yes.
I mean... it's everywhere.
Always.
The people. The fire.
The fire?
Yes, they're following me.
Maybe we should bring someone in to help, like the police.
No! No.
No police, do you hear me?
Listen, if you want my help, you're gonna need to talk to me.
Please just take the money
and solve my murder.
That's big.
Yeah.
Hey, Rosie, uh, this is...
Dr. Adrian Webb. The new M.E.
I got to say, you're a lot better dressed
than the other detectives here.
I'm not a detective.
Um, Villa, can I borrow you for a second?
It's about a case.
Wait, I'm sorry, now I'm confused.
- Dr. Beaumont Rosewood, Jr. - He's a private pathologist.
Yeah, I'm sure you've seen the billboards
all over the place.
Look, um, Villa, it's kind of urgent.
So can I have a sidebar?
Let me think. No, I haven't. Sorry.
Oh, I get it. New in town, right?
No worries. Villa? PowWow.com. ASAP.
Born and raised actually.
Rosie probably has a picture on his phone he can show you.
Actually, I have a picture on my phone
of a guy who just came to see me.
He had a suitcase full of money
talking about how someone wants to kill him.
Ooh, bizarre!
Yes, very. Where is he now?
He just ran out.
That's why I need you to help me find him
to make sure there's no truth to what he's saying.
- Okay. - Wait, he's not dead?
No. No, he's... He's not dead.
And you're a pathologist.
Let me break this down for you, Adrian.
Um, I'm not just a private pathologist.
I'm Villa's de facto partner.
So we solve cases, put away the bad guy, that sort of thing.
So don't be surprised if there's not a lot
of Villa's cases coming your way.
Okay, thank you, goodbye. Villa?
Yep. Nah, that's cool, man. Look, I'm new here.
Don't want to step on any toes.
Villa, you know where to find me.
Yeah, and you know, where to find... I'm up...
Bullpen. Yeah.
Yes. No, I got it.
So, that was interesting downstairs.
You and Adrian.
What?
I was just... I was just introducing myself.
Oh, okay, okay. Since when do you just
introduce yourself to people?
Yeah, yeah. That's what I'm talking about.
Okay.
Doug Russell.
35, organ donor, divorced.
Oh, this is interesting.
Guy's been lodging two, sometimes three complaints
a week for the last nine months
against everyone and anyone in his life.
They're weird, too.
Say anything about a fire or being burned?
Yes. Lots of fire talk.
And here's one about the sun not setting anymore.
Rosie, the guy's a paranoid conspiracy theorist.
But who just hands over 100 grand on a hunch?
A paranoid, conspiracy theorist.
Okay, look, I get it, but I am telling you,
I looked into his eyes.
He truly believes he's in danger.
And I got to say my gut is telling me
that I think he may be right.
Sounds like this guy needs a doctor
that works on the living.
Agreed, but Rosie has a strong feeling...
Hey! Ira! Get in here!
All hands on deck!
What do you got?
Uh, Rosie, gut feeling.
Weird guy isn't dead, but might be soon.
And when Rosie has a... a feeling,
he's usually right.
Can I record what you just said for posterity?
So, so hilarious.
Ira, what do you think?
Oh, I get it. I tell you what I think,
you tell me it's a terrible idea,
and how I should move my stuff
back down to the basement, right?
Well, actually, I just figured that you were the Captain
for years, which means you have your finger
on the pulse of their instincts better than I do.
So, I value your opinion in this particular scenario.
Okay. Yeah. I agree with them.
I mean, sure this guy seems a few pills short
of a full prescription, but...
Look, the last thing you need your first month on the job
is an avoidable death.
So, if it were me, I'd send them out.
Have Villa put eyes on him and see what she thinks.
You must have been a great Captain, Ira.
You always have your people's backs.
Hey.
I respect the hell out of that.
- Yeah. - Go to work, guys.
Okay.
Something stinks of a set up.
I mean, since when does Slade do a shake and lock?
Well, maybe he's turned a corner.
Yeah, shake and lock was kind of weird.
Yeah, well, whatever it is, we need to use it to our advantage.
This Doug guy makes muffins over on 14th.
I think I need to ask him a few questions.
Doug Russell?
Must be somewhere in the back.
You know, I don't understand red velvet.
It doesn't taste like anything.
You eat with your eyes, Villa.
The rich ruby red entices certain parts of the brain.
So in essence, it's not really about taste.
And honestly, the more I think about it,
he's a really nice guy.
What? Who? Slade?
- Adrian. - Oh, again with him?
Look, I'm just glad
there's another respectable person at the EMPD.
An M.E. who seems to really have a good head on his shoulders.
Oh, not that you're being even the least bit sincere.
Stop it! He really does.
Big step up from what we had.
And that's exactly my point.
I'm just saying, genetically speaking,
you two are a very nice match.
EMPD!
You know, you're just upset that he's not a member
of your fan club, like the rest of the crew down there.
Please, he'd kill to be a member of my fan club
because our monthly mailers are legit.
Yeah.
He's dead.
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You don't seem surprised
My brother didn't believe in banks.
So he paid for everything in cash.
Probably had this buried on his property, for a rainy day.
I'm sorry, but this is an awful lot of money for a baker.
No. Baking was his passion, but he made his money in tech.
He sold a tracking app to some Internet company
two years ago for millions.
Really?
Well, you should take this with you.
Your brother asked me to help him,
and I'm gonna do that for free.
He was the world's best brother.
This was my college graduation.
He traveled 20 hours straight from China.
Made it just in time.
When they announced my name,
he cheered like I won the Super Bowl.
He was so proud of me.
I'm sorry.
I just don't understand what happened.
It was like someone flipped a switch
and my happy-go-lucky brother
was replaced by some neurotic, petrified soul.
Please, find out who killed him.
He didn't deserve this.
I'll figure out who did this to you.
Hey, um, this guy could've landed on any table.
But he chose this one.
He knew that is anyone could solve this thing, it'd be you.
All right, what do you got for me?
Okay, this is Doug Russell, uh, 35 years old,
no history of illness.
Starting at the head, moving down to the feet.
Let's do it.
Wow. I never get this lucky that fast.
Everything's coming up Mendelson.
What do you think that is?
Looks like some type of burnt substance, maybe ash?
The splatter pattern looks like it might have been something
that was flung in his direction.
Like, from a lit match, maybe?
Some kink gone wrong?
Christa talks about these, uh, these couples who...
I'm just gonna test it.
Adrian's back. Okay to let him up?
Uh, yes, yes, Christa. Thank you.
Hey, just a few more things to sign.
Oh, okay. Well, you could have e-mailed this over.
I like to get the digits dirty.
Oh, you heard that Villa was coming by, didn't you?
I did.
Adrian?
- Hi. - Hi.
Oh, wow, now we have a party.
Hey! Well, look, thank you for the paperwork.
And, uh, thanks for stopping by,
which I'm sure is a first of many, many drop-ins.
Come by whenever you want.
Sweet.
Yeah, I mean, who wouldn't want to hang out here?
Actually, you know what?
To be safe, maybe you should exchange numbers with Villa.
I mean, that way, if she's already coming by,
- then you can... - Rosie.
Oh, come on now, Villa, you know I hate it when people
don't carpool if they can.
You know, actually, Adrian, what are you rolling in?
Maybe you should drive.
As long as I can pick the music, I'm cool.
Any Chick Corea fans?
I don't hate "Armando's Rhumba."
Well, neither do I.
And neither do I. Looky there, looky there.
You know, when I was back in my county M.E. days,
I was pushing an Oldsmobile, Delta 88 diesel.
Yeah, thing smoked more than an old man
playing dominoes in the park.
But we all have to start somewhere, don't we?
- Yeah. - I think mine's a 2005.
But honestly, I don't really care about cars.
Just get me from "A" to "B," and I'm happy.
Right?
Damn. I, uh... I have to get back.
Look forward to our carpool, Annalise.
Me too.
What are you doing?
I'm bonding with Adrian. You know, he's a cool cat.
I know, but i...
Oh, so you agree that he's a cool cat?
Don't you have work to do?
- Aw, see you're deflecting. - Ga-goo!
Hey, figured out what that gunk was.
It's sage.
- Sage? - Yeah.
- Hmm, that's interesting. - Right?
Sorry to interrupt again, Rosie.
Tawnya's here.
- Tawnya? - Oh. Tawnya
Excuse me.
Tawnya the waitress?
Uh, where are you going? It's a party, remember?
So what'd happen if I didn't come back, huh?
You'd file a police report?
Luckily, we'll never need to answer that question.
Oh, wow, you sound awfully confident, Doctor.
Oh, I hope I'm not interrupting.
No, no, no, no, not at all.
Ah, Cobb salad, no bacon, sub avocado.
Yes. Impressive.
- Yeah, it is. - Annalise.
And I'm Tawnya.
And I'm leaving. I just wanted to return something.
Oh, and, um, Friday night.
You're driving. Top down.
And no, I don't care if my hair gets destroyed in the wind.
I love hearing that.
All right, bye, y'all.
- See you later. - Bye.
Tawnya.
So, I guess I'm not the only one with new friends stopping by.
How long have you been hanging out
with the waitress from our new spot?
Wow. Do you have a problem
with people in the service industry?
You have a problem remembering your own jacket?
You think I don't know what a leave behind looks like?
I'll admit, I've left an earring or two in my day,
but a jacket like this... Wow, good move.
Good move.
I'm very happy for you because, you know,
genetically speaking, you're a very good match.
No, no, don't flip my words on me.
Your words have been flipped and applied.
Nothing we can do now.
I'm gonna go question Doug's ex.
Well, let me go tell Mitchie to collect some ocular fluid
and get a head start on the Immunoassay screen
and I'll come with you.
Great. You can ride shotgun
while we talk about your big date.
- Really? - No.
We've been divorced about a year.
And, sure, our separation was not without its headaches.
With the help of prayer and the mother
of all living things, Yemaya, we were able to build lives
apart from each other.
Yemaya? As in Orisha Yemaya?
Very good.
But I thought you knew we both practiced Santeria.
Well, that explains the sage that we found on Doug.
Lots of religions use that to ward off evil spirits.
Yeah, Santeria, like... black magic.
No. And in a world full of people who don't know
what to believe, I have faith
in the power of OshÃºn to guide me,
to show me the light.
I'm sorry if I offended you, Jillian.
We were just hoping you could shed some light on something.
Yes, if you knew of anyone who might have wanted
to harm your ex-husband?
I killed him.
Who... Who killed him?
Me.
I-I'm sorry. S-So you're saying that you killed your ex-husband?
Yes, I did.
She thinks she spelled him to death?
Well, not alone.
She claims she had a little help from Saint OshÃºn.
She may be eccentric, but she believes everything she says.
Okay.
Well, let me have a crack at her.
You know I love the weird ones.
No. No, no, no. You go in, and it's gonna get...
It's gonna get what?
Let me have a go. I'll get some answers.
Cap, are you just trying to get away from Slade
for five minutes?
This guy's all over me.
He's huddling over my desk,
he's asking my opinion on everything.
He even had me okay his lunch order.
Now, that's a fail.
He should definitely not be coming to you for food advice.
Ever, like... like ever.
Hurtful.
And when I told him he'd ordered the best thing on the menu,
I think I saw a tear.
I mean, this guy is crying over chow fun.
So that's it. End of discussion.
I'm going in.
Doug lived his life by the word of the Orishas.
He would understand that sometimes you must
sacrifice yourself for the good of others.
Okay.
Give it to me one more time.
What have we got here? An Ira Hornstock interrogation?
Maybe I can learn a thing or two.
You know, I feel like we can always learn
from everyone we work with.
That every single person has their own...
- Special thing... - special...
Rosie! I knew you'd get it!
Hmm. You seem extra engaged today.
What? You're saying I'm normally aloof and disinterested?
I'm just kidding, Villa.
It's... I just can't sit still, that's it.
And you know what? This case is getting very interesting.
Did you know that Doug left all of his millions to Jillian?
Let's try this, let's pretend that you're
this Blockbuster membership card.
How long have you had that?
I'll ask the questions.
And my Viva Loca frequent buyer card is your dead ex.
Are you with me so far?
- Uh-huh. - Good.
Now, you're telling me that from all the way over here,
you lit his picture on fire, put the bad mogambo on him,
and then, a few hours later... A few hours later...
He drops dead all the way over there?
Is that what you're telling me?
Ira, you started without me?
This guy, I mean, he is always the first one out the gate.
Classic overachiever.
What am I always telling you, Ira?
That I'm an overachiever.
Exactly, yeah.
Sorry about that.
I'm Captain Slade.
Let me guess, you're the good cop.
No, no, no, sweetheart.
I'm not.
Um, well, I'm still gonna tell you the same thing
that I just told him.
I called upon the power of the Orishas,
and I killed my ex-husband.
Let's put these cards away, yeah?
Mm-hmm.
Let's pretend for a second
that we don't believe that that's how it happened.
Can you go with me there, Ira?
Yeah, I think I can do that, Captain.
Great. Instead, we are gonna focus on
this giant list of people that your husband
filed complaints against.
This thing's a mile long.
Okay.
You've got Mr. Navidi the florist,
Joseph the printer, Brad at the drug store.
Uh, a lot of talk about fire.
You know anything about that?
Then we have Nick the landlord.
I mean, I see 10 complaints
in the last two months alone on this guy.
Says here they fought a lot.
With fists.
Like men.
Yes.
Nick hated Doug.
They all did.
Doug had become completely unhinged
and... like a cancer to us all.
Great. Okay, see? Now we're heading in the right direction.
Yeah, I'll say. Why don't you take a look at this,
and maybe you can narrow things down for us?
Come on, think nice and long about who could have done this.
You know, in case your magic isn't as good
as you think it is.
Looking at this list won't do any good.
Lots and lots of people wanted him gone,
but none of them had the power to accomplish it.
Well, hopefully a few hours behind bars
will get the broad talking.
Rosie, you need to get back to the body, all right?
Try to narrow this list down for us.
Mitchie, I've been looking
at your forensic photos of the back of the leg.
And at first, I thought it was a scrape.
But once I flipped the image,
looks like an outline of a "B" and a "7"
from a license plate.
So, you think somebody hit this guy with a car?
Yeah, hard enough to cause trauma
to the popliteal vein in Doug's leg.
Based on my initial observation,
it looked like a blood clot had formed in that vein.
But we haven't been able to find it.
Wait, hold on.
Now it makes sense. This is paint.
Acrylic, high gloss, durable... I fished it out
from under his fingernail.
And now I'm thinking that it must have
come off whatever car hit this guy.
Take a look.
What color do you see?
It's metallic green. It came off of a '72 Skylark.
Driver's name is Nick Holmes.
Nick Holmes? EMPD.
I have some questions about Doug Russell.
'72 sticks in this heat.
Word of advice, Nick. Innocent people don't run.
The guy had gone crazy.
All right, he... he... he started attacking customers.
Not just his. Screamed at other merchants.
He ever mention anything to you about a fire?
Maybe something burning down? His house?
Honestly, at a certain point,
I stopped listening to anything he said.
He was a menace.
Now, I-I'll admit we came to blows once or twice.
But I have to protect my investment.
Came to blows?
Is that what the kids are calling
vehicular manslaughter these days?
What? He's dead?
I didn't hit him with anything.
Well, the metallic green paint under his fingernails
tells us a different story.
I-I-I just... I pinned him.
It was a light pinning between his car and mine.
The... The guy was a nut bag,
and I had to protect myself when I served him with the papers.
Well, your little stunt caused a blood clot
to form in his leg, and that traveled up to his lung.
That's manslaughter.
I never meant to hurt him. I was only trying to scare him.
I cannot believe this is happening.
Thank you so much
for finding out what happened to my brother.
It means so much to our family
that Doug can finally rest in peace.
Nadine, can I ask you a question?
Something's been bothering me.
Of course.
It was the Santeria, wasn't it?
That made Doug change?
No. He loved Santeria since we were kids.
Our grandfather practiced. They were very close.
It used to bring him so much joy,
but then he sold the business.
He couldn't handle the success?
No. Money didn't change Doug, but, something else did.
I just don't know what.
And I guess I never will.
Something wrong?
No, no, it's probably nothing.
Thanks again, for everything.
I know that look.
That's your "We missed something" gaze.
It's eerily similar to the "You ate my lunch
out of the fridge" stare.
Weird, it is.
Which I'm still sorry about, by the way.
I mean, do I think we should put Post-its on all of our snacks?
- Absolutely. - I was wrong.
No, I was wrong.
I mean, what are the chances of two men
bringing banh mi into the office at the same time?
Something changed Doug's personality.
I wonder if it was at a chemical level.
Turns out it's hard to convince your Captain
to re-open a case when Nick already confessed
and we don't have anything else to go on.
Mitchie, where are the results for Doug's antibody test?
Uh, in the file marked "Didn't run them."
Didn't run them?
What? Our guy showed no signs of anything
that would require cerebrospinal fluid.
Hey, w-what's going on with you?
What's going on is Doug showed irritability, depression,
suicidal, and aggressive tendencies.
I think that we are dealing with a chronic infection
by a Spirochete bacterium causing Lyme disease,
but there's no way to be sure
since the body's sitting in some funeral home.
So you're saying someone weaponized Lyme disease?
I'm saying that we gave the body away too soon.
But that's on me.
Right now, we need to figure out a way to get that body back
and run as many tests as we can.
Or we're never gonna figure out who killed Doug.
Hey, thanks for the ride along.
I had to get away from Slade.
The guy brought me a cup of joe to my desk.
Four sugars and heavy cream.
Just the way I like it.
Oh, really?
Yes, really.
That's so much sugar.
And I thought my mom had you on skim?
You think I'm gonna drink that crap when I'm not at home?
- Look at this. - I agree that it's weird.
I know, it's like drinking white-colored water.
No, I meant Slade's attitude.
I mean, I'm sure it's fine.
Maybe he thinks you guys are friends.
Well, we worked one case together,
so I don't think that's happening.
Well, I mean, maybe he needs a pal
and doesn't know how to ask.
I doubt it. The guy runs the joint.
This Santeria stuff freaks me out.
Hey, you don't got to tell me.
I saw old lady Genovese put the malocchio
to Bobby Bragadello in the fifth grade.
Kid never played ball again.
Malocchio? Mal de ojo.
The evil eye.
That stuff's legit.
I heard you were looking for me.
Yes, we had a couple questions for you.
Doug's case has been reopened.
It wasn't a blood clot.
Is everything okay?
Oh. Yes, Hunter, they're just here to talk to us.
Hunter? You're... You're the butcher.
Your shop is next to Doug's bakery.
You guys all part of
a Doug support group or something?
He was just a very sick man who was in desperate need of help.
Oh, so, you're dating the man who owns the shop next door,
but you didn't think that was relevant, Jillian?
Well, they're engaged.
Not the size of the rock that matters,
but that thing is tiny.
And since you happen to know everyone around him so well,
we figured maybe you could zero us in on our next suspect.
You want suspects? Go talk to Sammy.
He owned the bookstore next to Doug.
Or shifty Nick... that guy was always working an angle.
And Sally with the food truck,
she used to park in front of Doug's bake shop.
The smell of tater tots and hot dogs drove him nuts.
This Sally woman, uh, she serve all day?
You want something else?
I want a written statement.
Where you were and who you were with when Doug died.
I guess you didn't leave the coffee pot on.
That's fine.
'Cause I've been wanting to speak with you, too.
Okay. So, I have gone and checked over everything
that Rosie had on Gerald's case
along with everything you had given him
from his lawyers.
I'm so glad that you finally took the time,
but please, dear, let me go first, hm?
I have wasted so much time and energy on this,
and I just want to say that I am... I'm sorry.
For putting you both through it, too.
I am very glad to hear you say that.
Mom, we're just so happy that
you're stepping away from this.
Because that's what this whole little meeting was about.
Ambush.
Did you really think
that I couldn't figure out that this was a setup?
Son, you haven't left an appliance on
since you were 8 years old.
And let me understand this, Pippy.
You are content to condemn a man to life in prison
that you haven't had the decency to sit across from
to hear his side of the story.
I know, but I read...
You read?
Please.
Here's your package, Cap.
Thank you. Yep.
Hey, Mac, I don't think this is for me.
You're the Captain, aren't you?
Hornstock?
I've got bad news and worse news, which do you want first?
I don't care. Okay, the bad news...
It doesn't matter where Jillian, Hunter, weird Sammy,
or Sally's food truck were where when Doug died.
Why not? Worse news...
Now Rosie think Doug was killed by some type of poison.
But that it happened months ago.
- We've got bupkis. - Well, not exactly.
I noticed this in one of the vials
that we saw at Jillian's house.
I did some digging and remembered an old case
from my rookie year.
It turns out, in the right dosage, Oleander can kill you.
I gave Rosie a heads up.
So Jillian had it sitting out by the sugar.
I mean, poor bastard probably thought
she was making him some tea
then mixes in the milk not realizing she's killing him.
Even if she didn't use this,
I don't buy her innocent priestess routine.
Bitch knows what's up.
I'm getting a warrant, and we're going back to her house.
She wants to admit to killing her husband?
Fine.
I'm gonna find out how she actually did it.
Mitchie, stop beating yourself up. It was just a mistake.
I mean, sure it was big enough that Rosie
needed to called me in, but we're gonna solve this.
She's right, but we're gonna need you with us.
- You gonna be cool? - Yeah.
What did the Oleander test results yield?
Ekkert... that's "nothing" in Icelandic.
'Cause I figure, if I'm gonna suck,
I might as well suck in style.
Have you ever seen an Icelandic person?
Mm. Crazy hot.
Yeah, crazy hot.
It's like a tough guy, Thor vibe, you know?
You think you might want to help me turn the body?
We need to pull some spinal fluid.
Yes.
On three. One, two...
I should have run that test.
Would you let it go?
All right, pull it up.
An encapsulated yeast cell.
You were right. Holy cow!
Hold your applause.
It was just an air bubble.
We need to run it again.
No, we don't.
Mitchie, you're a genius.
I am? I am.
Why?
Because Doug was poisoned.
And I know who did it.
Hey, Cap.
Uh, sorry to bother you,
but this was dropped off for me by mistake.
Sorry about your old man.
I-I recognized the name on the envelope.
That Jameson guy... He's a really good estate attorney.
He helped me out when my ex, Janice, passed.
May she rest.
He's dead, we're alive.
We need to move on.
Come on, man.
Who do you think you're fooling with this...
This tough guy routine?
You haven't been yourself for days.
You're inserting yourself into cases.
Your head's all fogged up,
sitting in here working away on what I assume is a eulogy.
Now, you don't crumple that many drafts of something
unless you're struggling to find the right words.
So you're either writing vows for a secret wedding,
or it's a eulogy.
Cap, I lost my dad when I was 13.
I was young, and I remember it like it was yesterday.
You try to act like everything's okay
so no one sees the mess inside.
But I couldn't hide that look in my eye.
And neither can you.
Is that all?
Hey, you got to relax your shoulders.
Or shake out your hands a little bit.
We need these people to trust us.
Right now, you scream cop.
I have a warrant.
And I don't need their trust.
And what's wrong with my shoulders?
You're a little tense.
These are a spiritual people. They pick up on that stuff.
No, you pick up on that stuff.
That's 'cause I'm spiritual people.
What are you... Do you not remember
- the whole Oleander thing? - Do you really think
these people are trying to kill their guests?
This smells like a mixture of
limeade, cucumber, and ginger beer to me.
And it's good.
Look, Villa, listen.
Now, once you start waving that paper around,
it's gonna cause a scene.
People are going to clam up, and we to get need a confession.
- Okay. - So, we got to keep it
on the low-key, incognito tip, okay?
I know.
And we got to figure out
if this was an accident...
or a murder.
You're loving this, aren't you?
I am loving it!
Wow. I never expected to see you here.
Your mother, she brags about you all the time,
your wonderful singing voice.
So proud of her children.
Well, I assume from your lack of responses,
your brother has told you all about me.
Gerald, I need you to tell me what you told my mother.
Because when I leave here, I'm either siding with her
or I'm siding with my brother.
And I don't have to tell you which way you need this to go.
Doug's complaints.
The fire.
My gut is telling me Doug was at a ceremony just like this
and he was poisoned with something just like that.
Friends, believers, tonight is a time to celebrate.
A night when the Orishas open their arms
and welcome new members into our family.
But first we must deal with our uninvited guests.
Did you think you could surprise us, Detectives?
That we wouldn't be ready...
to welcome you with open arms?
Actually the surprise was that drink.
The limeade and the ginger beer?
Whoo-whee!
Hit the spot.
These, um, Santeria ceremonies usually this weird?
I don't think this is Santeria.
Okay, we have to do something.
All right, just let me think, let me think.
Just be cool.
East Miami PD! Everyone step back!
- Just step back. - Really? Really, really?
Do you know what cool means?
Let me guess... You're here to harass us
with more questions about Doug?
Actually I'm glad you mentioned that, Hunter.
'Cause Doug was a really good guy
who suddenly came into a lot of money.
But unfortunately in his case,
money couldn't buy him happiness.
It rarely ever does.
I mean, it ruined your marriage.
He gave you this house.
Everyone moved on, right?
But then someone found out that if Doug died,
they would inherit his fortune.
Hunter, you were in love with Jillian...
But you wanted all that cash, didn't you?
The perfect murder leads to the perfect life.
No more whacking away at meat for you, right?
This is pure insanity.
Or is it?
Actually, I can prove that Doug was infected
during an eyebale... That's a blood sacrifice
for those of you playing at home.
What are you talking about?
It's funny. We've traced license plates,
phone calls, but we've never traced blood before.
It's surprisingly easy
when you know what animal it came from.
What is she talking about?
Doug suffered from New Variant Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease.
It had been eating away at his brain
for the last nine months.
You might know it as mad cow.
And this is Doug's blood.
Once you're infected, then your blood is infected.
If Hunter is telling the truth then no one here
would mind if we just use his blood
for the ceremony tonight, right?
See, this may look like blood,
but it's actually...
It's the final nail in your coffin.
Drink up.
Okay, yeah, I did it.
Doug was a lunatic who needed to be put out of his misery.
And I knew this mumbo jumbo wasn't gonna do it.
Mumbo jumbo?! How dare you?!
I trusted you!
And you're the reason that Doug went crazy?
Hunter, you're under arrest for the murder of Doug Russell.
So, Villa, that was grenadine. It tastes like cherry syrup.
Just say cherry syrup.
Okay, well,
- I said cherry syrup. - No, you didn't.
I just said grenadine tastes like cherry syrup.
- Cherry syrup. - That's what I said.
I said, "It tastes like cherry syrup."
Obviously, you both know I went to see Gerald.
I sat with him.
I listened to him, and I asked more questions
than I even realized I had.
And I don't think he did it.
Wait, what?
Pipp, the man brutally murdered two people.
He's taking advantage of her.
Bro, you've been so worried about Mom's feelings for Gerald
when this has really been all about your feelings for Mom.
Now, you are the best son and the best brother there is.
But your feelings are getting in the way here.
I let Gerald explain what happened.
Yeah, I know. I heard the same explanation.
Did you really listen to him?
His version of it?
Did you listen to his words?
I mean, this man, he bared his soul to me.
And I felt his innocence.
You felt it?
That doesn't make any sense.
Well, I'm sorry.
But this makes sense to both of us.
Hey, Ira, I want your report on the George Banks case
on my desk first thing in the morning, all right?
I got a meeting with the chief.
I just want to make sure
everything's in order, all right?
You got it.
I'm sorry for always busting your balls.
I just sometimes have a, uh...
A hard time connecting with people.
We're all good, Cap.
I mean the truth is, I haven't even
seen the bastard in over 30 years.
The guy walked out on me and my mom.
Didn't even have the decency to come back when she gave me up.
What am I supposed to say about someone I don't even know?
I bet your dad was great, you know?
Loyal, hard working, compassionate.
I mean, that's what a father's supposed
to pass down to his son.
And all I got was his bank account.
But, you know, I'm gonna go see the guy one last time.
To say goodbye.
Okay, so let me tell you.
Our landlord had messed with us for years.
I mean, hiking the rent up, and this place was a dump.
Stuff was broken everywhere, the pipes were leaking,
the toilets were a mess.
So, one morning, I got up early,
I marched right over to his spot,
and I lit a match right up under his smoke detector.
10 seconds later... Bam!
Water starts spraying all over the place,
the alarm starts blaring,
people start running out of the complex,
"What is going on?"
Just to see him crying over his ruined record collection.
Oh, so that's how you do it?
Oh, that's exactly how I do it.
Oh.
I mean, 99% of it's true.
I mean, the story's completely true,
except I wasn't the mastermind behind it.
My daughter was.
So, I'm, um... I'm gonna pay for this meal.
And tell you thank you for a lovely evening.
Because...
usually after I tell guys about her,
they always give me the look you have on your face right now
and I never see them again.
And I wouldn't want you to think
that I'm just in this for food,
which was excellent, by the way.
She's the most important thing in my life
and the best thing that I've ever done.
And I would never force her
to meet someone who didn't want to meet her, too.
So, um...
What's your daughter's name?
Kayla.
Hey.
Sorry about all this blood.
It's... It's terrible.
It's gross.
I'm sorry that I work down here.
I'm not.
Good.
Um, I-I just came down here to say that if
you ever wanted someone to show you
the ropes around here who isn't Feldheim...
Yeah, he's a little off, isn't he?
I'd... I'd be down for that.
Wow. Oh, uh... okay.
Yeah, maybe we could go off campus.
I heard Leila's has a great salsa night.
Oh, you heard that?
Yeah.
Well, you know, a sharply dressed bald birdy
might have told me about it.
I-I just have to ask, though, um, you and Rosewood...
You guys ever...?
I just... I thought I sensed an energy, you know,
and I just don't want to get in the middle of something
- if it's... - No.
We're just really good friends.
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