That's it.
A little bit lower with the hands there, Ken.
Beautiful. Fantastic. Perfect.
Press yourself right up against her, Ken.
There it is.
Beautiful. There you go. Excellent.
Carina, sweetheart, shoulder. Open, open to me.
There you go.
I got what I need. Let's move on.
Ken. Is everything okay?
Yeah. Never been better.
Max.
I-It's "Freddy."
You can make that clear for your name tag
when you're cutting hair at the mall.
In the meantime, get Carina a wig.
I'm sorry, Ms. Burke.
I know I've done it before, but, um,
I don't want to wear wigs anymore.
I have the greatest respect for your magazine,
but this is who I am, and...
I feel really good about it.
If you need to replace me, I understand.
Fine.
Go.
Let's go! This light won't capture itself.
Carina, love, please... Smile.
Good morning, beautiful.
Good morning.
Wow.
I guess we made the most of Kayla
being at that sleepover, huh?
Didn't we just go to sleep?
Mm. Yeah, we did.
A good, healthy breakfast should help get us going.
Mm.
Some lentil granola and some grated carrots.
Mmm. That should hit the spot, right?
I know a place, too.
It's called my kitchen.
And I deliver to the bedroom.
Oh, that sounds healthy,
but I have the breakfast shift at work.
Mm. How about lunch instead?
Rosie, you don't have to do that.
Do what?
Make a lunch date with me, then cancel because of work.
All right, come on. You know me... Cancel for work?
Come on.
Okay, okay, all right.
I've been bad in the past,
but today's gonna be you, me, and quinoa makes three.
I promise.
People see a scar like mine, all they can see is tragedy.
But I look at it, and all I can be is grateful.
Oh, you're good.
Yeah? You're really good.
Do you mind if I join you?
I mind if you don't.
What happened to the breakfast shift?
Mm. They're lousy tippers.
That was so much fun!
Takes a lot of work.
You didn't look tired.
- I know. - That's some muscles.
Good morning.
Next time you want to "listen to Color Me Badd" all night,
remember someone else lives here, too.
- Not a fan? - Mnh-mnh.
- Mira. - Mm. Yeah.
E-Stocky, why don't you go to the store?
I think we need some more half-and-half.
No, there's some right here.
Papi-chulo.
Okay?
And we'll listen to more Color Me Badd tonight.
- Yeah, you promise? - I promise you.
Okay. I'll go to the store.
- Mm-hmm. - All right, but I'm on bass next time.
I can't wait.
Ah, give me that turn, give me that turn.
- Like this? - Yeah.
I can't wait.
Bye.
Bye!
ÿQue pasa, mija? Háblame.
Listen, Ma, I know you want me to be happy,
but... I'm just not ready to look for Mr. Right.
But what's wrong with looking for Mr. Right Now?
Ma, what are you planing?
Nothing for you to worry about, mija.
Mm-hmm.
Looks like your plan's gonna have to wait.
Thank you.
I'd say "Good morning," but it looks like
you're about four hours short on sleep.
Insomnia?
Let's go with that.
Insomnia's got ears, you know. And feelings.
What's going on with you?
- Me? Nothing. Why? - Yeah.
You see, to most people, it would seem that way,
but there's something... off.
I mean, you're usually happier
when you're in a new relationship.
And you're happy all the time,
even when you're not in a new relationship.
I know a thing or two about being attached.
It might not feel good while it's happening,
but it doesn't mean it's unhealthy.
What I heard last night was unhealthy.
Listen, all I'm saying is, you like this woman,
so it's okay for you to put all your cards on the table.
Except your IBS.
That, you want to hold on to until you know she's the one.
I'm your friend, okay?
If something bothers you, it bothers me.
What about when I bother you
and it bothers me that I bother you?
All right, well, I'm just gonna walk ahead here.
The point is,
if you're not as Rosilicious, Rosilla suffers.
Oh, God. Did I just say that?
My nicknames are rubbing off on you. Don't fight it. Embrace it.
Or could it be you're afraid
things are moving too fast with Tawnya?
Or could it be "Freeing an innocent man from prison
for two murders he didn't commit" thing?
- Oh, right. That thing. - Yeah, that thing.
Oh. State-of-the-art security.
Whoever lives here is scared of someone.
Hmm. If this model's the one that lives here,
maybe she's scared of whoever did this.
Looks like they left some DNA behind.
Guys.
I've seen a lot of creepy customers in my day,
but that takes the prize.
Someone posed her like a doll.
And added her to her own collection.
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Holy Mother of Symmetry.
This is you?
With a little reverb.
You know, isn't it funny
how the word "reverb" is actually a noun?
Morning, everyone.
What, Mitchie say something weird again?
When does he not?
Carina Radnor.
Yeah, she won the genetic lottery.
I'm not so sure about that...
Scar tissue around the lips and septum...
incision marks on the outer thigh.
She had help from the scalpel.
Who am I to judge?
There was a time where a decent pair of butt implants
would have saved my marriage.
Wait, wait? Whose butt?
- Is this true, Mitchie? - Which part?
- All of it. All the parts. - All of the parts.
Um... Did... Did a clown show up at my place last week? Yes.
Did I let him in? Of course. Who wouldn't?
It's a clown.
But, I mean, it was after 9:00 P.M.,
so I should have realized that something was suspicious.
I'm so worried right now.
Well, he was a process server.
Giggles was his name.
He served me my, um, divorce papers.
Talk about a past relationship coming back to haunt you.
Bottom line... Um, this guy... Pointing at myself...
Knows a thing or two about men-and-lady stuff...
Or lady/lady stuff, for that matter.
I'm kind of an expert.
So, if anyone... And now I'm pointing
at the three of you... Need advice in the love world...
- We do not. We don't. No. - No, no. We're good. No, no.
A-Are you okay?
I mean, we could talk it out, if you like.
Yeah, I'm, uh... I don't think
I'm emotionally available for that yet.
Yeah, we should get back to work.
Yes. Yes.
Plastic surgery addiction... I mean,
that can be one on a laundry list of things.
Run a full tox.
There's a smudge on that dress.
Looks like makeup.
Makes sense... She was a model.
Get the brand name and shade,
make sure it matches what Carina's wearing.
Yes, we will use near-infrared spectroscopy to compare?
Blunt force trauma to the skull...
Could have been what killed her.
Get X-rays and check for fractures...
Cheek lacerations, facial fractures.
Let's find out everything that was done
to Carina's body when she was alive.
That could lead us to our cause of death.
Is it me,
or is this the best-looking suspect pool we ever had?
Yeah, a little more rest, a little more zinc,
you'll be right there with them.
Get out of here. Really?
Okay, a lot... A lot more zinc.
I got the DNA results
from the blood you found on Carina's wall.
Unfortunately, it didn't match her or anyone in the system,
but I was able to get the security footage
from her place last night.
Oh, great. Our killer's an L.E.D. lamp.
No, our killer didn't want their face
caught on a security camera.
Carina did disarm the locks in her apartment
right after this video was taken.
- So... - She knew her killer.
Which is why I made a timeline of her last 24 hours.
She did a photo shoot with Haute Fashion magazine.
Well, that explains the makeup that was on her dress...
Brand name Sunkissed, Shade Number Four.
It was just one shade darker than what Carina was wearing.
Well, we just have to figure out which one
of our gorgeous suspects was Sunkissed Number Four.
Witnesses said Carina had a fight with the editor...
Ronna Burke.
I'm gonna go talk to her now.
- Count me in. - Okay.
Rosie. Not feeling the need to crash this interrogation?
Oh, well, you know that I'm all about the third-wheel thrill,
but, um, I actually promised Tawnya
I wouldn't cancel our lunch.
Don't tell me you've found a healthy work/life balance.
Guilty as charged.
Good for you.
But I'll let you know when the full tox comes back in on the victim.
Thanks.
You know, your mom's got me keeping up
with all the Haute Fashion.
You know, for the articles.
Mm. Not bad... not bad at all.
Yeah, how are things going with her?
Let's just say your mom knows all about my IBS.
Call Charles, Get me a court for tomorrow,
and fire that photographer I mentioned three weeks ago.
I'll have the ropa vieja from Paladar Vistamar for lunch.
Detective Annalise Villa, East Miami PD.
Detective Ira Hornstock. Big fan.
We need to ask you a few questions about Carina Radnor.
She was murdered last night.
Oh, good.
Excuse me?
Next month's layout is here.
Hey, did you... Did you not hear us?
Murdered. Last night. Carina.
And we heard you fought with her at a photo shoot yesterday.
It was my shoot. And yes, we had a tiff, which was odd.
Why's that?
Well, for someone with such good looks,
Carina wasn't very confident.
If a doormat had a doormat, it would have been Carina.
Yesterday was the first time she ever stood up to me.
Well, it must have been something important.
She refused to wear a wig.
Oh. Not like that's a motive for murder.
Where were you last night?
At a fundraiser for hungry children,
where 300 other people saw me.
So no, I did not kill Carina.
She ticked you off, though.
I discovered Carina.
I made her the best model in this town.
She had fans who were obsessed with her.
But had she lived, she'd never would have worked for me again.
Think any of her fans crossed the line
from obsession to murder?
There was a man who just missed handsome at the shoot.
I think he'd been removed from the set a few times.
Gave off quite the stalker vibe.
That description come with hair color, maybe?
He had a forgettable face, so I forgot him.
You, on the other hand, are a prime example of symmetry.
If you're interested...
Thank you for your time, Ms. Burke.
Symmetry.
Hey, thought we had a lunch date at 1:00.
Just calling to make sure you're all right.
Let me know.
This is good.
Hey!
How was your date?
Try the $2 Tuesday taquitos at that place I told you about?
Or did you skip the acid reflux and go straight to the sack?
- Ew! - Sorry.
- Inappropriate. - Yeah, I know.
For the record, I never get to skip the acid reflux.
Tawnya stood me up... Said she forgot.
Wow... For the first time,
suddenly, the three of you have nothing to say. Interesting.
No, it's sounds like maybe she pulled a Rosie.
Oh, come on, you know... peacing out
before she has to make any long-term commitments.
Okay, I have never "pulled a Rosie."
If that were true, it wouldn't be named after you.
Maybe you failed the single-mom test.
Oh!
- The... The what? - Well, yeah, I mean,
you're an intelligent man with a successful business.
You're fit, handsome, wealthy.
If I'm turning green, it's the light and it's not jealously.
But Tawnya still has to make sure
that you're good father material.
Wow. Nobody panic.
Mitchie, you might be going through
a very weird non-divorce, but you have a point.
All right, cycle through the last 48 hours.
- What did you do wrong? - Mm.
Okay. You guys are overreacting to the situation.
Tawnya and I are fine, and... we're fine.
Okay? Good.
All right, so, what has this body told us?
Okay, uh, so radio-dense calluses
coupled with smooth fractures on her nasal bone
indicate that Carina had a rhinoplasty
within the last month.
Collagen in her lips indicates
that she had a refill in the last several weeks.
And breast implants, presenting with
yellowish-brown discoloration and scarring
indicate an older procedure.
And we also examined the calvarium
and facial skeleton to determine the extent of trauma.
No damage to the cranial vault.
Bingo, but what we did find were shattered orbital bones.
Whoever was with her last night really worked her over.
Okay, hand me the...
Handheld X-ray?
I'm way ahead of you.
Whoever attacked her used their fists.
Check out the patterned injuries
superior to the left orbital ridge.
Spacing is consistent with knuckles.
Bones of the orbital rim aren't easy to shatter,
so it's likely our perp injured his own hand in the process.
But this trauma alone wouldn't be enough to kill her.
- We still need a cause of death. - Let's see.
Remodeled fractures along the skull and the face,
healed parry fractures from warding off the aggressor.
Last night wasn't the first time Carina was attacked.
And I think I know who attacked her.
Ronna mentioned a stalker at the shoot.
Turns out, Carina filed a restraining order last month
against Andrew Meyers.
I put a track and trace on his cell.
He's one of her obsessed fans?
That's what I thought at first.
Then I found a wedding website he shared with Carina
right before they broke up.
Andrew isn't just a stalker.
He was Carina's fiancé.
Carina was a victim of domestic abuse.
And the track and trace just put her abuser
on the same block as her loft.
Back up.
Stay away, please!
Just let me do this.
Carina's dead.
Why should I have to live?
He's forgetting the part where he might have killed her.
It's not surprising, considering he's exhibiting
constricted pupils, perspiration,
and myoclonic jerks.
Translation?
He's riding high off of a meth-and-opiate cocktail
that would render him unstable even if he wasn't holding a gun.
Okay, Andrew. Andrew, listen to me.
You're a good person... Deep down.
Yes, you are.
I can't fix this.
Nobody can fix this.
Come on, Andrew.
You pull that trigger,
you'll never get to read the letters Carina wrote you.
What letters?
The letters where she said she loved you.
That she forgave you.
Forgave me for what?
For loving her so much.
There you go.
Now, Andrew, do me a favor and drop the gun.
Slowly put your hands behind your back.
When can I see the letters?
Never. They don't exist.
And because we believe you killed Carina, they never will.
We can't get an admissible confession until you sober up.
Guess you'll be spending the night in holding.
Pick on someone your own size... Or try to, anyway.
Hey.
I, um...
I'm really sorry about today.
Look, if we're going too fast...
No, no, no. No, that's not it.
It's... um...
It's just...
Whatever it is, we can discuss it.
What is it?
Um...
My ex-husband... says
that if I don't come back to him, um...
he... He said he w-would, um...
Did he hit you?
No. He just says things.
Let me know exactly what he said.
That he would kill me.
And I believe him.
Where's Kayla?
At her friend's house.
- Where are you going? - To get your stuff.
You and Kayla are gonna stay with me till we solve this problem.
We have a problem, Andrew.
You were once engaged to our victim,
your DNA matches the sample we took
from the hole punched in her wall,
and... oh, right... She's dead.
Carina put me through a lot.
Ohh! Did your little hand get hurt when you punched her?
You need to vent.
Hey, there's something off with you. And I know what it is.
I been in my fair share of relationships that move fast.
I'm ready to listen.
Tawnya and Kayla moved in.
Wow. You took my advice. You went all-in.
I like it.
It's only temporary.
Her ex-husband came back, and he threatened her life.
So you didn't have a choice.
Another man threatens your woman and her child,
you protect her at all costs.
That's what I'm doing.
Andrew, explain to me again how you're the victim here.
Before Carina's first procedure,
not a lot of guys would have given her a second look.
I did.
Oh. Lucky her.
I got her out of her dad's house, too.
She told me she'd never forget
that I was the one who rescued her from her father.
So, Carina left one abuser for another.
It's the cycle of abuse.
And after one of our altercations...
Oh, come on. You mean after you beat her up?
But after, she had to get her face fixed.
She found this charity
that gives free plastic surgery to, you know, victims.
Yeah, Operation Uplift.
We've referred patients there before.
She was hooked.
It was like she couldn't stop until they made her perfect.
And she kicked you to the curb?
Six months ago. Left in the middle of the night.
Didn't even say it to my face.
Is that why you killed her?
Because she dumped you, then became a big-time model?
You know, now that you're rehashing all this,
it's starting to become really clear.
Carina... She wasn't worth it.
She had her daddy demons long before we ever met.
Plastic surgery wasn't gonna fix that. Nothing would.
She was damaged goods.
Hey, Rosie.
I got this. I got this, Villa.
Have this all you want. I'm not moving.
You know what I see when I look at you, Andrew?
I see a coward.
A coward who thrives at watching a woman he claimed to love
suffer at his hand.
Carina's addiction, her drive for perfection...
That's all on you.
You made her life hell.
And I am willing to bet
that she would rather die than ever go back to you.
You're right.
I went to see her that night... To tell her I'd changed.
But she didn't believe me. I lost my temper.
- Did you hit her? - No!
I punched a wall instead.
She just told me that she was dating somebody else.
I-I don't know who. But I didn't kill her. I swear.
Enough.
Since when do you show up at Hornstock's happy place?
Since the department starting getting discounts
on Mayday bars.
Heat 'em up, add a little whipped cream...
Gourmet junk food.
Oh, no, no. You don't eat junk food.
And you don't interrupt my interrogation.
Hey. Look at me.
We're partners.
We're friends.
I need to know what's bothering you.
Tawnya and Kayla moved in.
What?
Your girlfriend of two Saturdays is living with you?
Isn't that a little unRosie-like?
Might not be a bad thing.
Okay, let's see... Rosie's eating junk food,
Rosie's going off on an abusive ex,
Tawnya has an ex,
Tawnya moves in with Rosie real fast...
Tawnya's ex came back.
Yeah, and he threatened her life.
So Tawnya and Kayla are staying with me
until he's no longer a problem.
Abusers don't go away, so when will that be?
Hey. So, forensic tech pulled pictures of this guy
off Carina's phone.
He was at the photo shoot the day Carina died.
Ken Daltry, male model.
Stay here. Cool off.
Ken Daltry?
You the tailors? If so, you're super-late.
What?
I've got good genes.
Good genes aren't the problem.
Your dead girlfriend is.
Funny... You don't strike me as a boyfriend in mourning.
Would you mind closing the door?
Ronna doesn't know that Carina and I were dating.
Huh.
How long had you two been seeing each other?
Two months.
Carina... She was beautiful. She was driven.
She...
She made me want to be better.
And now...
How were things with you two when she died?
Better than ever.
She had... changed.
There was this confidence there...
Like she'd finally become the person she wanted to be.
Because of all the surgeries?
No, because she was done going under the knife.
She wanted to free herself from that search for perfection.
We were gonna start a new life together away from Miami.
Now we won't get that chance.
Oh, hey.
So, get ready for some more breaking news.
Foreboding music, please!
What? No.
A cappella it is.
Okay, so, Pippy found anesthetic in Carina's system,
so I took another look at a laceration
that I thought was from the beating, and it was.
But underneath, I found a fresh incision mark on her torso.
So Carina had liposuction within 48 hours of her death.
And we also found glue residue on the epidermal layer
above both scapulae, triceps, and posterior thighs.
- Lidocaine patches. - Yep.
Over 13,000 milligrams per liter in her system.
The residue wasn't there when Carina did her shoot.
The patches were put there by the killer
the night of her murder.
Carina died of an overdose.
What we can't find is any evidence
linking Andrew to the attack.
And I think I know why.
Broken bones but no bruising, cuts with no blood.
Carina was already dead when the killer beat her up.
Andrew didn't kill her, but someone wanted to make it look like he did.
Someone who had access to lidocaine patches.
You mean, someone like a surgeon?
I mean, someone like a surgeon.
I'll be sure to let you know when I have that warrant.
That was Chase Rollins, the director of Operation Uplift.
The charity that set Carina up with her first plastic surgeon.
- The one and only. - Hmm.
He was very cooperative...
At least, when he thought I was calling
about the charity's annual fundraiser tomorrow.
And the theme is "Be Your Best Self."
- I like it. - You would.
Only in Miami... Look pretty, look perfect,
hand over the big check, and eat unlimited caviar.
So, what time should I pick you up?
Oh, no. No, no, no, no.
I'm not rubbing lifted elbows with Miami's elite
- just so you can get all dressed up. - Come on, Villa.
Everybody knows you catch more killers with caviar.
Everybody does not know that.
Okay, expert, did the charity director
give you the information that you wanted?
He would have if it weren't for HIPAA.
Mm. Mm.
I guess he's worried he has a killer surgeon
operating in the name of his charity.
Oh, so you got shut down.
- I did not get... - Shut down. Yes, you did.
But listen... We may not need the warrant.
I can track Carina's parts.
Parts? You mean like cheeks?
I mean, like... both kinds.
Each implant has a serial number that can be traced back
to the doctor that performed the procedure.
Now, if we tracked her implants...
We catch the person responsible for Carina's death.
And we figure out why a doctor who's sworn to do no harm
would use plastic surgery as murder.
I mean, but isn't it obvious?
Whoever did this is obsessed with Carina.
Why else would the killer pose her like a doll
in her own collection?
Well, if she met the surgeons at this charity,
I bet they'll be there tomorrow at the fundraiser.
And one of them is her killer.
Pick you up at noon?
Come on. Unlimited caviar. Unlimited.
- If I say yes, will you go away? - No.
Well, eventually, I will, because I have dinner plans.
Tomorrow... 12:00 noon.
Cocktail attire. Pick you up.
Fine.
Pow! What you think, Mami?
- Hmm? - Wow.
Right?
You look like you could be on reality TV.
Stop it! You're putting ideas in my head!
I love it!
Mija, mi amor, tonight is not about me.
It's all about you.
And you can't go anywhere in this get-up.
Oh, no, please tell me you're not taking me
to meet a man at a wake again.
Relax, mira.
It's gonna be a great mother/daughter
girls night out, okay?
We're gonna have a few drinks,
and we're gonna shake our moneymaker.
Please don't say that.
- ÿPorque, no? - No one says that anymore.
Hmm?
Come on. Please?
Okay.
We're gonna have fun! Mm.
This skirt's a little too short. No!
Oh, don't get mad. I may have invited some friends.
- Ma! - No. No firefighters this time.
- Hi! - Surprise!
Oh, my God. She's, like, very surprised.
- Very. - No, the more the merrier!
You girls look phat!
Let's do this!
So, you plug that into the equation first,
and what do you get?
5x + 12 = 7.
And x equals...?
Uh... x equals -1!
Negative what, what?!
Psssh!
Oh, thank you.
I haven't been able to help her with math in years.
Well, I actually can get used to this.
Mm! Me too.
Holy implants, Batman!
What's that about?
Some work emergency, I think.
Sorry. I got to go.
I'll be right back, okay?
All right.
What do you got for me, Robin?
Yeah.
Sorry about the, uh, glib audio text.
I just go full nerd in cases of exciting discoveries.
So, it was difficult to detect at first,
due to the lacerations from the assault.
But these are the sutures made during the liposuction
performed on Carina the night of her murder, right?
And these were from her most recent set of breast implants.
And, of course, the view from the inside.
Identical Connell sutures.
Exactly. And it's not just these two.
All of her implants and procedures
were stitched up with Connell sutures.
So she didn't have a host of doctors... She had one.
And I think he may be our killer.
- Good job. - Thanks, man.
That's gross.
I hate giving advice.
- No, you don't. - You're right.
I always say that. It's just not true.
All right. Fire away. Just make it quick.
I didn't want to get a divorce.
Maggie did, 'cause she, uh, had an affair, uh, with a-a guy.
Several guys.
Is this about me, or is it about you?
Eventually, yes, but the preamble's about me.
So...
we were together for a decade, all right?
We started slow,
because we were both scared that it might not work out.
But in the end, it didn't matter that we took it slow,
because it didn't work out anyway.
Now it's about me.
Yes, it is, buddy.
Listen, it's okay that Tawnya moved in
after only two weeks of dating.
How do you know about that?
Again, man, this is not about me.
It's okay if her moving in worries you.
It's okay if it doesn't.
Because time spent preparing to go all-in on a relationship
has no bearing on whether or not
that relationship's actually gonna work out.
All that matters
is who you want to be with at the end of the day.
So you go ahead and take it fast or slow.
Slow or fast.
Speaking of "end of the day," where's Pippy and TMI?
Ah. Girls night.
They invited me, but I can't control myself
around pop music and mixed nuts.
Got nuts?
You want to keep yours?
Ooh.
Mija! What's wrong with you?
Nothing. I'm fine.
"Fine" does not threaten a man with mixed nuts.
Those snacks actually are probably hepatitis waiting to happen.
Come on, we're here to have fun,
and we don't need men to do that.
- I definitely don't. - All right?
But if in the process, you meet Mr. Right Now...
so be it.
Right?
We're not, like, sugarcoating anything now, are we?
No. I'm gonna need more Fresca.
Okay. Fine. You want me to have fun?
- Yes! - Fine.
- Uh-oh! - Oh!
Ooh!
Don't wait up for me.
- Okay. - Oh, my God.
Lucia, where are you going?
Walk, girl, walk!
- Rosie. - Oh.
- Hey. - Hey!
Um, so sorry. My... My place is a mess.
I see.
Breakfast with Daisie?
No, uh, she's at Hornstock's.
So, I hope you're up to being your best self,
because Rosilla is headed to Operation Uplift's fundraiser
to catch ourselves a killer.
You ready?
"Rosilla." Catchy. I like it.
Dr. Webb.
Dr. Rosewood. Morning.
Actually, it's noon.
Is it? Wow.
Maybe the three of us could, uh, grab lunch. I don't know.
You like quinoa, right?
Man, you are speaking my language right now.
Yes, I do.
M-Maybe... Maybe some other time.
Uh, we have a case thing.
All right. Well, I better get to work.
Ah, yes. See ya.
- Take care. - Yeah. All right.
Don't say anything.
Anything. Anything!
So, are you heading with me to this fundraiser or not?
Yes. I need 10 minutes.
Only 10?
You haven't slept, you're dehydrated...
You are talking to a graduate
of the Daisie-Villa school of hangover primping.
Give me 10 minutes.
I tracked Carina's implants.
And it didn't lead me to many doctors.
It led me to one...
Greg Hawking.
- So he did all of Carina's surgeries? - Yep.
And believe it or not, our good doctor
is hosting Operation Uplift's fundraiser.
And I'm pretty sure he's our killer.
See, this is what I was talking about.
Dr. Hawking... He might be a killer,
but he has the perfect setup,
whether he's performing surgeries
or hosting fundraisers.
Office, O.R., complete recovery
with poolside chaise lounges and a bar.
Isn't it a bad idea to mix pain meds and alcohol?
Yes, very bad.
But, listen, Villa, before we activate our plan
to take Hawking down...
You and Adrian last night.
Amazing.
Okay, let me stop you, because, yes, it was amazing,
but not in the way you mean "it" or "amazing."
So, what was the "it" that was so amazing?
The whole night.
We closed down the bar, walked around the city.
We came home, had breakfast.
I didn't want the night to end.
Like I said... amazing.
And now it's time to activate our amazing plan.
Right. Right, right, right, right.
Uhp. There's Hawking.
I'm gonna go chat him up doctor-to-doctor.
You mean ego-to-ego?
I'll search his fancy digs
for proof he was obsessed with Carina.
Pardon me. Dr. Greg Hawking.
Dr. Beaumont Rosewood Jr.
I've followed your work for years.
Likewise, likewise.
Although I can't claim your expertise with a Connell suture.
Or the way you just absolutely annihilate scar tissue.
Impressive... Very impressive.
Is there any chance I can get a private tour?
How can I say no to an admirer?
Please.
Some really incredible photos.
You patients agree to pose to these?
Just one.
And which one is that?
You know her. You worked on her, too.
- Carina, right? - Mm-hmm.
The, uh, first time she came to see me,
her fiancé had... damaged her.
She was a scared girl, but I could see her potential.
I was the only surgeon she allowed to work on her.
I did her implants, her eye lifts.
I even pinned her ears.
I... I did everything.
Right up to the night that she died.
Yes, I did operate on her the night she died.
A little nip and tuck, and finally she'd be perfect.
See, there's that word again... "Perfect."
See, Doctor, that word bothers me...
Because it's unattainable.
Yet, every man in Carina's life seemed to tell her
if she'd just behave or stay quiet
or get this or that procedure, she would have it.
Or, at least, not get beaten.
I was her surgeon, not her ex-fiancé.
Come on, now.
We know that plastic surgeons tend to exploit
the so-called weaknesses of an insecure woman.
In fact, I think you made it just as difficult for Carina
to find her way in this world as Andrew Meyers did.
I do a lot of work for Operation Uplift...
Pro bono.
I rehabilitated Carina's appearance, yes,
but I also dedicated myself to rehabbing her mental state.
What you see here is only the physical part of my work.
You say you pinned her ears back, but there's no scar.
- It's incredible. - Mm-hmm.
It's my trademark.
You see that mole by her right ear?
There's an identical one by her left.
To cover the scar tissue. Mm-hmm.
Impressive. Very...
You mind if I take a picture?
Please, please.
I'm happy to share my technique so others may learn.
What?
Hornstock, you mind checking on something for me?
So, you say you worked on Carina's state of mind?
- Mm-hmm. - How?
Well, I, uh, I listened to her.
I, uh, helped her unleash her inner confidence.
Carina had hidden behind her appearance for so long,
she couldn't find her true self.
Thank you.
So that night, she told me she was leaving Miami
to pursue a simpler life,
well, I knew that she was complete.
I had to let her go.
I doubt that.
Why?
Because men like you are never done playing God.
You're wrong, Doctor.
I think it's time for me to get back to the party.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
You can't do that.
Not until you understand.
Ken.
So glad I found you.
I need your help.
We know Dr. Hawking murdered Carina,
but we can't figure out his motive.
Well, Hawking was obsessed with her.
Can't blame him for being pissed when Carina fired him.
Does that help?
It does.
Okay, just... Just one thing, though.
How would you know Carina fired her doctor
unless you saw her after he performed the liposuction
that allegedly killed her?
Oh, come on, Ken. Don't panic.
We have a picture of the real killer.
What... You recognize him?
See, at first, I... I couldn't tell,
especially since you claimed good genes,
but you have Dr. Hawking's signature...
Identical fake moles behind each ear.
Mind if I take a peek?
Modeling in Miami's a tough gig.
I had to keep up appearances.
Here's the thing about changing your appearance...
You may be beautiful on the outside,
but beneath the surface...
you're a killer.
And that's why I already called in backup.
Carina and I were supposed to build
the perfect life together... Away from here.
About that... I just got off the phone with my colleague,
and it looks like you did tell the truth.
Carina did want to leave Miami.
But my colleague also told me Carina only bought one ticket.
Looks to me like she did want a fresh start...
Without you.
So you showed up at her place to change her mind,
and when she shut you down, you killed her...
And blamed the other two men in her life just in case.
You can't prove that.
What shade is this... Sunkissed Number Four?
See, the trace we found on Carina's dress
was a shade darker than her normal foundation,
because it wasn't her makeup.
It was yours.
Please! Don't let me go!
I didn't mean to kill Carina!
She just kept telling me she didn't love me,
and I just lost control.
Rosie!
Give me your other hand!
Aah! Aah! I can't!
That's because you injured it
beating up Carina's dead body, didn't you?
- You ready? - Yeah.
It's gonna hurt.
Don't move! Put your arms behind your back!
Tell me if this sounds on point, Ken...
You took advantage of the lidocaine patches
Dr. Hawking left behind.
You already knew Carina couldn't fight back,
because the anesthesia was already in her system.
You administered the fatal dose, then you beat up her dead body.
You did all of that so her ex-fiancé
would take the fall if Hawking didn't.
Ken Daltry, you're under arrest for the murder of Carina Radnor.
Take him out.
Let's go.
You okay, Rosie?
Yeah, I will be.
Autopsy report on Carina Radnor.
Case closed. Good job.
Thanks, man.
Something wrong, Mitchie?
No. Just the end of the day, going home.
How about... How about you?
You gonna... You going home to, uh...
to Tawnya?
You're not great at digging for intel, are you, Mitchie?
No, no, I'm not.
No, I am not going home to Tawnya.
But we talked... We talked about the fact that there's no correlation
between length of time in a relationship
and the success of that relationship.
I am not going home to Tawnya yet.
All right.
So, where are you going?
Checkmate.
Next game?
Sure.
Did you know there are 27 bones in the human hand?
More than any other body part.
If you ever threaten Tawnya again,
I'll have no problem crushing yours.
Who are you?
I'm the man who tells you
that the cycle of abuse stops here.
Otherwise, I'm gonna damage more than just your hand.
Are you threatening me?
I'm making you a promise.
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