[Ambient dance music playing]
♪ ♪
♪ Let me tell you what I want from you ♪
♪ Anything that I ask you to ♪
♪ Everybody's so into you ♪
♪ I'm the only one you'll listen to now ♪
♪ Got you under my spell, you know ♪
♪ Got you stalking like a criminal ♪
♪ Running to me like an animal ♪
♪ Eat you up like a cannibal ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
- ♪ Put your hands on me ♪ - ♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
- ♪ Put your hands on me ♪ - [Patrons shouting excitedly]
♪ Like a man for me ♪
♪ Got you moving like oh, oh, oh ♪
[Shouting, cheering]
Hey!
- Ah... - [Cork pops]
Ah!
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
- [Man shouting] - [Mutters indistinctly]
- Whoo-hoo! - Yeah!
Hey! What?
Hey! Whoo! Ohh!
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
- ♪ Put your hands on me ♪ - ♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ Like a man for me ♪
- [Door opens] - ♪ Got you moving like oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ You can't say no, no, no ♪
♪ Like you're in captivity ♪
♪ Make you wanna dance for me ♪
- Man: Cut! - [Bell rings]
Man: Who the hell yelled "cut"?!
I did, and as Selena's producer,
I can yell "cut" whenever I please.
Well, I'm the director. This is my video.
- I-I don't care. - This is ridiculous!
Selena, my love, listen, I need more, okay?
I need more hips, more sex, more everything.
This latex is riding up my ass,
the smoke machine's killing my lungs,
and the song sucks.
- No. I'm out. - Like hell you are.
Don't touch me.
Get your ass back on that set and finish the video.
And this time, act like you actually wanna be here.
I'm sorry, I'm not that good of an actress. [Gasps]
Listen to me, you little bitch...
- Don't touch me. - Okay, that's a nice talk.
Can you take this conversation elsewhere, please?
Stay out of this, Jamil!
I would, except you've got an audience.
You better get yourself together
by the time I get back from my trip,
or I swear, I'll make you pay.
[Crew murmuring]
[Scoffs] See what I have to put up with?
♪ ♪
[Siren wailing]
Woman: The yacht of missing music mogul
Jeff "El Jefe" Rodriguez, of El Jefe Records,
has been found floating adrift 40 miles south of the marina.
While El Jefe has been missing for 16 days,
authorities have yet to confirm
if the body found on board is indeed his.
[Doors close, indistinct conversations]
[Police radio chatter]
Uh... just you guys?
Um... yes.
Well, where the hell is Rosie?
- Uh, dentist. - Car broke down.
- He has a cavity situation. - Helping Donna with her taxes.
That was not coordinated by us.
But yay, listen, it's gonna be fine.
I'm here, so you're not even gonna
notice a difference, big guy.
Come here.
- All right, get your stuff. Let's go. - Let's do this.
♪ ♪
[Exhales sharply]
[Gasps]
Is he... is that real?
[Sets down case]
- [Whispers] Wow. Wow. - Very much so.
This El Jefe guy was, what, missing 16 days?
There's no way this mummified body is his.
You know, actually, a boat out to sea
creates the perfect storm of conditions
that make mummification possible in just a couple weeks.
High cabin temperatures...
Low humidity, steady air flow...
High salt content, low bacteria...
Yeah, so two weeks to turn El Jefe into King Tut
puts time of death within the first 48 hours of his trip.
Mitchie... we talking about murder here?
[Imitates Rosewood] Give me the room.
[Normal voice] Yeah, it works way better when Rosie does it, right?
Yeah. Don't answer that.
I mean, maybe he died of natural causes
and drifted to sea until some fishermen found him.
The boat's GPS system was manually turned off.
Well, I noticed the communication system was shot.
Okay, so we're talking sabotage then?
[Cellphone vibrates, touchscreen clicks]
Mitchie: No obvious wounds with the body in this condition,
so I'm not gonna be able to give you a cause of death
until I get him back to the lab,
black light my world, get into my zone...
Mm, mmm, my zone!
Anybody smell vinegar?
I smell vinegar, rotten eggs, and everything else
- that's funky in here. - Mm.
All right, we need CSI to trace this boat front to back.
And let's get that body to Magic City ASAP.
Hey, V, where you going? Hey!
Where the hell is she going?
[Scoffs] Took you long enough.
- [Door closes] - Now can't you just flip on the gumballs
- and fly through traffic? - Joo-Joo, breathe.
Look, I just didn't know who to call.
And I never, ever, never call on the po-po for anything,
- but you different, you know, because... - Joo-Joo, stop talking.
- Where is he? - Wh...
- [Sighs] - I'm gonna...
Oh, Villa...
Lou Rawls: ♪ You'll never find ♪
Oh, don't look at me.
I've been trying to dial him back.
Listen, when Rosie is out-partying Joo-Joo,
something just ain't right.
Okay, come on. Let's go.
- Let's go! Up! Get up! - Wait -
- Get up! Get out! Come on! - [Claps hands]
Move it now!
Get out before I arrest you for being high and stupid.
He's probably not gonna remember your name tomorrow anyway.
- Come on. - Huh?
- Oh, wait, I forgot my... - No, mnh-mnh, no, no, no.
Whatever you forgot is not worth your life, Kitty. Just go.
Rosie, come on. Get up.
♪ The way I... ♪
Rosie.
Don't tell me he's gone.
- [Inhales, grunts] - [Smacks]
Damn! You had to hit him that hard?
- Annalise Villa. What up? - Give me a hug. Give me a hug.
- Up! No! - Give me a hug. No...
Oof! You stink!
Make sure he takes a shower before stepping out in public.
He smells like hookers and cheap tequila.
Not cheap. Broke.
- Flat-ass broke. [Chuckles] - [Door slams]
Synced & corrected by -robtor- www.addic7ed.com
Okay, you know I could, uh, I could run tox.
That's my job. I'm already running it.
Look, with Rosie out sick, Villa thought you guys
could use an extra hand, and it's my day off, so...
Okay, then, make yourself useful.
Thank you.
I cannot believe the Jeff "El Jefe" Rodriguez
- is on our table. - Wait, you know him?
I mean, not personally.
But that guy right there?
Oh, he's the most hated man in the music biz.
Really? I thought that honor went to Justin Bieber.
- [Laughs] Bieber. - Pippy: Ha ha ha. Close, but no.
El Jefe is notorious for discovering young talent
and then robbing them blind
in the worst music contracts in history.
Crappy, but technically legal.
First, we need to confirm that this is actually El Jefe. So...
- Bicarb-ethanol. - Bicarb-ethanol. Yeah.
Should help us retrieve those dried-up prints.
Good morning! What's happening? What do we got?
Rosie? I thought you were...
Um, Villa said that you were home sick.
Well, you heard wrong because I'm firing on all cylinders.
I'm talking all cylinders.
- Hey, my man. Good to see you. - What's up?
Hey, thanks for helping out,
but your services are no longer needed, all right?
- Yeah, okay. Any time. - Thank you very much.
Have a good day. Have a good day.
- See you later. - TMI: Bye.
All right, come on, let's get to work.
- Um, okay. - Yeah.
So what are we thinking? Is this murder or not?
Well, the lab's still trying to find cause of death.
Look, it's possible the deceased turned the boat's GPS off
and the communication system corroded on its own.
Yeah, but something just doesn't smell right to us.
Literally. I mean, the boat reeked worse than the body.
- Food rot, vinegar... - Vinegar?
Yeah, maybe from the spilled wine.
You know, when wine ferments...
I know how wine ferments, Ira.
Okay.
Did you know that vinegar was an acid?
I know.
What, are you saying it could've been used
to sabotage the boat's communication system?
Makes sense. Why don't you have forensics test the antenna?
If it's sabotage, then it's murder.
The victim on the boat was definitely El Jefe.
The prints match.
Rosie, I thought you were taking a couple more days off.
No, no can do, Villa. See, one of the side effects
of being taken for everything you got
is needing a little thing called...
wait for it... [Whispers] cash.
Why don't we talk outside in private?
No, no, no. Wait, wait. What are we talking in private for?
[Laughs] No need to talk in private. I mean...
[Loudly] Everybody knows that I got robbed blind, right?
Everybody knows Rosie got robbed blind?
You know it. Yeah, I know. You got the memo. Uh-huh.
I see it in your eyes, too.
You know, maybe I can be a cautionary tale
- for my two little friends right here. - [Sighs]
Three words for you guys... hide your wallets.
Hide the wallets! Ha ha! I like that.
Hide your wallets. Wallets...
Rosie, we're gonna find Tawnya, okay?
It's just a matter of time.
And her phone's been disconnected,
but Kayla's hasn't, and as soon as she turns
her phone back on, we'll be able to trace them.
- Okay, that's good news, Villa. - [Door closes]
But right now we're investigating
one of the most hated men in the music business.
So where do we start?
El Jefe had a girlfriend, Lena Price.
She's on her way here.
The dead rich dude's girl is coming in?
- You have to let me in on that. - No.
Villa, Hornstock, you guys take the girlfriend.
Rosie, you wanna work?
Back to the lab. Focus on the body.
Why don't you get me a cause of death?
Can you do that?
[Blinds rattle]
[Door closes]
We're very sorry for your loss.
Lena, we just need you to fill in the blanks for us.
Was Jeff on his boat alone?
Damn right he was. Who else would be with him?
I-I'm sorry, it's Keke, right? You're Lena's friend.
- Ride or die. - If you don't shut it
and let her answer these questions herself,
- I'll have you ejected. - Jeff was alone.
Um, he liked the solitude on his boat.
It was the only time he could find peace.
Uh, yeah, I mean, when you're gifted like Jeff,
everyone wants a piece of you.
My bad.
Are you in the music business, too?
Well, I used to dance.
That's actually how Jeff and I met,
on one of his music videos.
It was love at first sight.
Lena, we heard Jeff had a lot of enemies.
Maybe you could help narrow down
the list of people who wanted him dead?
Oh, there's no list. Lil V did this.
He murdered Jeff. No doubt.
Lil V? The reggaetón artist?
Lil V and Jeff started in music together.
They used to be close.
Yeah, until Jeff's career took off.
Then Lil V got salty
because Jeff wouldn't let him ride his coattails.
It took years for Lil V to make it on his own.
- Yeah. - And he never forgave Jeff.
You think he killed him over that?
"Your punk-ass wannabe self better watch your back."
Excuse me?
"That's why yo' peeps fleeing like roaches,
"tryin' to get on my label.
Yo, get in my way, I'll put your culo en la tierra."
Those are tweets Lil V sent to Jeff
the day before he left on his yacht.
TMI: Looks like we won't be getting much
off this thing formerly known as a heart.
So we should probably discuss the, uh,
the elephant in the room.
Rosie. I'm talking about Rosie.
Right. No, no, no. It's just, technically,
he's not in the room, so...
Right. Clearly, he's not himself right now.
Look, he's just working through things his way, okay?
Eventually, he'll find his way back to being Rosie, trust me.
- Both: Hey! - Is there a problem?
No. [Clears throat] No.
We just went through the, uh, victim's medical records.
No red flags. No pre-existing medical conditions, so...
And we also, um, ran full X-rays,
and there's no evidence of any, uh, existing trauma, so...
And I'm waiting on tox results,
but other than that, we have nada.
All right, well, thank you for the update.
I can take it from here. You guys can all go home.
- I'm sorry, what? - TMI: Home?
I haven't paid you guys in two weeks.
I don't expect you to work for free, so leave. Vámonos.
- No. - I said leave!
I'm not a charity case. Go.
First of all, I'm gonna need you to take the bass out your voice.
Okay, second of all, get over yourself, bro.
Nobody thinks you're a charity.
In fact, we're not even here because of you.
Jeff was murdered.
Doesn't matter that he was a douche in real life.
The fact is, every victim deserves closure.
That's why we're here, because of Jeff,
not because you.
Wow.
Please tell me that is not what I used to sound like.
Actually, I think that Pippy does it better.
Yeah, she kinda crushed it.
Donna: Beaumont Rosewood, Jr.
A word, please. Now.
Aren't you supposed to be
on your "Eat Pray Love" trip with Gerald?
I came back early.
And that trip is not what I want to talk about.
Well, I don't wanna talk about what you wanna talk about, so...
So some trifng bitch took off with all your money.
That is not an excuse for you to be recklessly
partying your way to an early grave,
especially with your heart condition.
So I guess we are talking about
what I didn't want to talk about, hmm?
The bank accounts that Tawnya emptied? Refillable.
Credit cards? Replaceable.
Your broken heart? Mendable.
But this life, your life...
This is a one-time deal,
and, baby, you do not get to throw that away,
not for some little tramp.
Well, with all due respect,
if I decide to throw my life away, it's mine to throw.
- So thank you. - With all due respect,
six months in my womb, a near-fatal C section,
and decades of sleepless nights says otherwise.
Hey, I hate to interrupt
this not-as-quiet-as-you-think family argument that's going on.
Rosie, tox results are in. You need to see this.
Hey, hold up. Real quick, um,
I know you asked me to give you space,
but please remember sibling code number one.
Always have each other's back.
I'm here if you need me. That's all I'm saying.
Um, apparently, Jeff was on Digitalis.
Yeah, and based on the results, he's been taking it for a while.
Looks like he's suffering from atrial fibrillation.
Why wasn't that in his medical records?
Maybe he was keeping it a secret.
The music industry can be very cutthroat.
And El Jefe did like that people were afraid of him.
And a defective heart could make him vulnerable to his enemies.
- Mm-hmm. - Okay, you guys, come on.
That is a little bit of a stretch.
This is the music industry. It's not the mob.
Tara, people will always take advantage
of any sign of weakness.
And the faster you learn that, the better a life you'll lead.
Okay.
If it, you know, looks like Rosie and it walks like Rosie,
but it doesn't sound...
I'm sorry.
Maybe someone who knew about Jeff's heart condition
gave him something on that boat
that would trigger a cardiac event,
hoping that it'd make it look like he died of natural causes.
I need to call Villa.
Villa might be a little too busy
to answer her phone right now.
Woman: Breaking news. Shots have been fired...
inside the home of reggaetón artist Lil V.
[Amplified voice] Victor Rivera, you need to stand down!
You are surrounded!
Man: Victor Rivera, this is the EMPD...
[Speaks indistinctly] Great.
I'm glad to see things are going smoothly without me.
Rosie, you can't be here.
This little punk already shot at us once.
You need to move back or you need to put a vest on.
- Lil V: I'm recording this live... - Is he...
Yeah, dumb enough to live chat his standoff with the police?
It seems so.
...know what it is. They trying to set me up.
A'ight, look, so I ain't leaving the crib
until my lawyers get here.
Okay? Get here right now!
- I'm not playin' with y'all... - Okay, Hornstock, where are we
on finding another access point to this house?
Wait a minute. Wait. Wait. So what's his lawyer's name?
- I don't know. - Um...
No, no, no, it's that... that famous guy.
Um, uh, Bernstein? Bender?
All right, listen, Lil V didn't shoot his gun at you guys.
- I'm gonna go inside and prove it. - Okay, Rosie, just... hang on a second.
Hey, Villa, listen, I'm not trying to die on national TV.
I got this. Let me go inside.
Wait. Wait. Okay, here are the rules.
I'll take your 6. You talk at the front door.
No entry. Got it?
No entry.
Hey.
I know.
Everybody, he's fine. Just let him through.
Keep him covered.
- Man: Gentlemen, be ready. - Man: Eyes up. Stay alert.
- Man: Hold your fire. - [Dialing]
Man: Hold your fire! Eyes up!
[Line rings]
Victor.
Victor, Bender sent me!
[Helicopter hovering overhead]
Oh, word?
Lockstein and Bender sending brothers now?
Rosie! Don't go inside!
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.
You just can't be barging up on my house, man. Who are you?
Beaumont Rosewood, Jr. I'm a private pathologist.
Look, I don't... I don't care what that is.
- Hey, you need to bounce, man! - The fact that I'm in here
is the only thing keeping the police from lighting this place up.
Let that sink in.
I gotta say, I saw that comin'.
Yeah, well, at least he dialed us in.
Yeah, well, I hope he knows what he's doin'.
Okay, well, if we see anything
that makes us nervous, we go in hard.
I'm trying to save your life,
but to do that, I'm gonna need two things.
First, stop live FaceStreaming your every damn thought.
Yeah, it's stupid, and you look stupid doing it.
Yo, my fans need to know the truth, man,
'cause everything that happened to me...
- Look, hey. - [Cellphone beeps]
Second, I'm trying to keep your ass out of jail.
- Yo! - Where's your gun?
[Sighs]
Look, I know that you didn't shoot at the cops.
I noticed this bullet hole in your gold record
when you were live FaceStreaming.
If you were shooting at the cops,
the bullet hole would've been much closer to the door.
The gun went off accidentally, didn't it?
[Sighs]
Okay, look, I don't...
I don't have a permit for the gun.
When I heard Five-O, I tried to hide it before letting them in.
Look, I dropped it, and it went off when it hit the ground.
Look, I got sweaty palms, man!
I know. You have palmar hyperhidrosis.
I'm already on probation for a couple DUIs on a Segway.
My lawyers said keep my nose clean, man.
Well, having an illegal gun is not keeping your nose clean.
Look, I need it for protection.
You heard what happened to El Jefe.
I did, and that's actually what we're here to talk to you about.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What you...
You think I killed Jeff?
Well, there was that Twitter beef
- over you stealing his artists. - No, it was one artist!
And it was my girlfriend, Selena Monet.
Look, El Jefe was stealing all her money
and stifling her creativity.
I wasn't gonna sit there and just let that happen.
Well, see, here's the thing.
Saving your girl while getting back at your rival?
Sounds like a clear motive to me.
You did it, didn't you?
Where's the gun?
Okay, got it. Thanks.
Lil V's alibi checked out.
- I told you I was innocent! - Hey, watch the car.
And watch my chains.
He was giving a private concert
at some Chinese princess' Sweet 16 in Hong Kong.
So all we have him on is an illegal possession
- of a firearm and nothing else? - What about Selena Monet?
It was her money that El Jefe was messing with.
So maybe she figured out another way to get out of her contract.
She was El Jefe's biggest artist,
and they did spend a lot of time together, which means...
She could have figured out Jeff had a bad heart,
found the best way to get rid of him.
Why don't you guys go find this Selena girl?
I'll finish things up here.
- [Lil V shouts indistinctly] - Yeah.
A'ight, yo, I told y'all man I was innocent.
Wait till my real lawyer get here
instead of the fake one that showed up!
Selena: ♪ Got you moving like oh, oh, oh ♪
- ♪ You can't say no, no, no ♪ - Man: Five, six, seven, eight!
And one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
And two, two, three, four, five, six...
♪ Never trust a big butt and a smile ♪
- ♪ That girl is poison ♪ - ...six.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
No, this is a private rehearsal. Y'all gotta leave.
Detective Villa, East Miami PD.
We're here about the murder of Jeff Rodriguez.
We'd like to talk to Selena for a minute.
- Damon, take five. - Sure thing.
Oh, come on, girl.
If you were grinding on a guy who looked like him all day,
- you'd be kissing him, too. - I thought you were dating Lil V.
I mean, I wouldn't exactly call it dating.
- He serves a purpose. - An equal opportunity user.
Well, that's honest. I like it.
Have you guys found Jeff's killer?
I'm sorry, who are you?
Jamil, Selena's choreographer.
Jeff was also a friend of mine.
Jeff didn't have any friends, just people that he used.
And you're too damn loyal to see that.
Jeff kept the bullies off my ass when we were growing up.
It's not easy being the gay kid who loves to dance
when you live in Biloxi.
I owe him for that.
And Jeff's been playing on your gratitude his whole career
by getting you to choreograph for next to nothing.
You don't seem particularly upset that Jeff is dead.
Jeff was a manipulative ass.
Where were you January 2nd and 3rd?
Look, I didn't kill him.
Would have loved to, but I didn't.
If you have any other questions, you can call my lawyer.
Jamil, get Damon back. Break's over.
She didn't give us an alibi.
♪ Poison ♪
Gorgeous George: ♪ I'm extra feeling ♪
♪ Like somebody wanna party tonight ♪
[Indistinct conversations]
You Rosewood?
♪ Like somebody wanna party tonight ♪
Leland? Thanks for coming.
In cash, just like you asked.
It's all there.
You can't trust people these days.
Pleasure doing business with you, brother.
I'm not your brother.
♪ Don't you worry ♪
♪ ♪
Who was that serial killer-looking fool?
My wingman is here! Joo-Joo's in the house!
Hey, everybody, time to get this party started!
Come on now! Started! Hey, Marcus.
Hey, let me get a glass for my man right here.
- Joo-Joo is in the house! - Unh-unh, unh-unh.
Hey, it looks like you've partied enough for the day.
Let me get you home, man.
Oh, okay, so what, you calling the shots now?
Negro, please. [Chuckles]
Hey, you my boy, so I'm-a let that slide just once,
- but don't push me. - Okay, so now I'm your boy, huh?
Come on, man.
Don't act like we both don't know
why you pretend to be my friend.
Just another brother for Joo-Joo to mooch off of.
Rosie...
Just mooching. Nah, nah, nah, nah, it's cool, it's cool.
'Cause you know what it's like?
It's kind of like your super power.
You can benefit off of anybody in any state of mind.
And as long as I'm running around town,
running up tabs, keeping the party going,
you're willing to hang with me, be with me,
really be my boy, huh?
Negro, please. Get up outta here.
Yo... [Inhales deeply] Real talk?
I'm here 'cause it's obvious
your ass can't be alone right now.
I was trying to be a good friend, but my bad.
- Yeah, okay. Yeah. - Because clearly,
you don't need no friends, do you?
Your bad.
♪ I'm extra feeling like somebody wanna party tonight ♪
Marcus, I wanna close out, man.
Appreciate you letting me run up this tab all week.
There's no tab, man.
Your boy Joo-Joo's been paying for everything.
♪ I'm extra feeling like somebody wanna party tonight ♪
♪ ♪
Bro! It's midnight. What are you doing here?
I couldn't sleep. You?
[Sighs deeply] Well, outside of music,
I don't have a life, so...
I thought that you and TMI were...
Just a post breakup slip up,
and I don't feel like dissecting that, so...
what you got there?
Everyone's pay for the last two weeks.
There's yours.
In cash? [Scoffs]
Bro, where did you get this money?
And why do you smell like a frat boy on spring break?
What do we got here?
I'm-a circle back to this cash.
- Mm-hmm. - Mm-hmm.
I re-swabbed the mouth
because one of the results was inconclusive.
- So you're retesting? - Mm-hmm.
- Did you do the... - Mouth, esophagus,
under the tongue, around the cheeks.
[Monitor beeps] Oh.
[Types]
Boom. There were two sets of DNA found in the victim's mouth.
So it turns out El Jefe wasn't on the boat alone after all.
Mnh-mnh.
So our victim was a liar and a cheat. Say it isn't so.
So who's Jeff's chick on the side?
- [Types] - [Beeping]
Whoa. Try man on the side.
Chase Austin.
And he has his very own assault record.
Chase, do you mind if we tell you
a little bit about yourself?
Hornstock: You used to cut hair for a living.
Me? I don't have a hair guy.
You had your own salon that shut down after only six months.
When times were rough and your scissors were on ice,
you got into a few bar brawls, got arrested of couple times.
Then you met Jeff.
A rich, powerful celebrity
living the sweet life, yeah?
You were able to live the sweet life, too,
once you started your little secret affair.
- Jeff and I were just... - Don't say "just friends."
Look, we found your DNA on Jeff's lips.
That... that's this general area right here.
I know where the lips are.
Jeff had a certain reputation.
And let's just say that in his industry,
him being gay wouldn't have helped his empire. So...
So you kept it a secret.
You wanted to tell the world, and he didn't.
An argument erupts out at sea. You kill him,
then take the jet ski hitched to the back of the boat.
And Bob's your uncle.
No! I-I'd never kill Jeffrey.
I-I loved what we had together.
This fool loved his ass some money.
He loved sliding his ass into private jets,
loved washing his ass with gold bidets,
and right now he is lying his ass off.
Um, what is happening with you right now?
I know people like Chase.
Okay, what they do is, they lock onto a mark,
they enjoy the ride till it's time to jump to the next.
And who are we talking about here?
Well, we're talking about Chase not being our killer.
What? What makes you say that?
Look, if I wasn't broke, I would bet all my money
that it was Jeff that wanted to come out.
And this... this... this leech
is the one that didn't want that to happen.
You know why?
Because it could jeopardize Jeff's empire?
Which would hurt his bank accounts.
Chase: Jeff was the one who wanted to come out, not me.
It could have ruined his career.
I-I dug him, but I loved our lifestyle.
Really loved it.
Rosewood: [Muffled] Boom! See? Ha ha! Told ya! I told you!
You little greedy bastard! I told you. I told you.
Look, we got into a huge argument
that night on the boat.
We cut our vacation short, came back.
I got off the boat and I never saw him again.
I swear to you, he was fine when I left.
See? So I guess we just...
We just go and let Chase back out onto the street
to lock in on his next meal ticket, huh?
- [Pats back] - Told you. Told you.
[Door opens]
[Phone rings in distance]
Rosie, how can I help you?
You can't. I don't need help.
- Doughnut? - I'm good.
Hey, um, just step into my office.
Have a seat.
You wanna know where I've lived a good chunk of my adult life?
On a boat?
[Chuckles]
Rock bottom.
'Cause I don't have faith in anything,
especially people.
You see, people have this natural instinct
to become part of a tribe, right?
Commonly referred to as family or friends,
but it's still just a tribe.
But not me.
You're looking at my tribe.
Me. Alone. You know why?
I don't know, 'cause your parents didn't want you,
and now you don't want anyone either?
And because I say the same thing you said to me
every time someone offers... "I don't need help."
All right, I hear you, okay, but...
You don't want to be me, Rosie.
No roots, no one to call when you pick up the phone.
Trust me, it's not a life.
Okay. Well, I'm not one to usually offer,
but if you ever need to vent
or you need money that you never have to pay back,
you just say the word.
My old man left me plenty.
Out of guilt, but...
I have no intentions of using it.
Hey, I'm good on money now, but thanks.
[Sighs]
Take to me, Villa.
Well, I'm going to keep Chase on a 24-hour hold
until I can officially clear him.
And my next stop...
Questioning Lena, the lying girlfriend,
because if El Jefe wanted to come out, he won't need her
masquerading as his fake video ho girlfriend anymore,
which means she could be discarded like trash,
which sounds like clear motive to me.
You know, I don't like this new look on you.
Well, you better learn to like the new look on me, okay, Villa,
because I'm gonna be riding shotgun
- in your new car for a while. - My car? Why?
Because I sold the GTO.
♪ ♪
Okay, Rosie, let me ease our way into this interrogation.
You're burning a bit hot. Relax, Villa. Relax.
I'm coming into this interrogation
with an overly optimistic "Rosie" point of view.
- Okay, but you... - I hope Lena has an amazing explanation
that rings true and sincere.
But if I'm right about her being a money-devouring succubus...
- Succubus? - Yeah, succubus.
A money-devouring succubus.
I want you guys all to step back
and let me grow into my new look.
Lena! Sorry to bother you.
I'm Doc Rosewood. This is Cop Villa.
Hi.
We need you to help us clear some things up.
Sure. Sure, anything.
Yeah, actually, what we need to know is,
are you a loyal lady who loved Jeff for the man he was,
- or are you a succ... - [Clears throat]
Are you an expensive beard who killed Jeff
because he didn't need you anymore?
And... go.
♪ ♪
I'm sorry. Maybe... Maybe she's deaf in one ear?
Let's try this one more time. And... go.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Look, we know Jeff was gay and he was seeing someone else.
You know, Jeff plucked me out of obscurity
and gave me a job and a life.
He put my mother in one
of the best retirement homes in the country.
In return, he asked for my word, and I gave it to him.
But everyone sees Jeff as this ruthless businessman,
but to me, he was a savior.
If you wanna drag me down to the station, then just do it.
But I'll be damned if I stand here
and let you accuse me of killing someone that I loved.
Good, bad, or ugly, I was on the ride with him.
♪ ♪
You have a "light bulb" face.
I do.
Maybe Kayla was feeling that about Tawnya.
Maybe she was just being loyal.
Maybe she needs someone to save her.
L... Lena, I am sorry for your loss.
[Phone rings]
Hey, it's Kayla. Guess I'm kinda busy right now,
but leave me a message and I'll get back to you.
- Promise. - [Beep]
Hey. It's... It's Rosie.
I'm not sure if you're still checking this phone, but...
I want you to come see me.
I just want to make sure you're okay.
And if you're not, I am here, okay?
And... that's all I care about, is, uh, that you're okay. So...
Come see me, okay?
[Siren wails in distance]
[Machine door clatters]
You know, I had many meals from this machine.
I don't recommend it.
It's late. What are you still doing here?
I didn't see Tawnya coming.
I just missed it. And how did I miss it?
Because you wanted to see Rosie happy.
Because you had no reason to suspect her.
None of us did.
Oh, we failed him.
Maybe. I don't know.
But, Villa, he's gonna be okay.
Rosie?
- Kayla? - I was hoping you'd call.
My name's not really Kayla.
And everything you know about me is a lie.
♪ ♪
What's your real name?
Yonce McGill.
I'm 22. And obviously, I'm not Tawnya's daughter.
Obviously.
Look, I can't sit here and apologize.
Yeah, well, it's a great start.
Such a great start.
You wanna hear about great starts?
I've been on my own since I was 10.
Every day in these shoes is a fight to survive.
You were just my next path to a warm bed, a decent meal,
and not having to sell myself to a stranger.
And am I sorry for that? No.
But what I am sorry for is...
hurting someone like you, hurting a family like yours.
[Door opens]
Hey, got your text. I can take it from here.
I know it's crazy, but part of me wanted to keep going,
live the lie because I never felt so safe, you know?
I never had someone like you look out for me.
And I didn't want that to end.
So I walked away from Tawnya.
You did what?
I didn't take a dime of your money.
The last time I saw you, outside the police station,
I told Tawnya I was out.
We got into it, and we went our separate ways.
Yeah, fool me twice, shame on me.
I'm being straight with you.
And I'm gonna change my life,
now that I know there's another way, a better way.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
- Book her. - Hey, are you serious?
Book her.
Rosie? Rosie, wait, please!
Please, Rosie, please don't leave! Please!
[Voice echoes] Rosie!
♪ ♪
[Knock on door]
[Sighs] I talked to Hornstock.
I heard about the Kayla situation. How is he?
He's gonna be okay.
He just needs some time to clear his head.
Ms. D, let me... let me take this round.
Thank you, but I'm...
[Whispers] I've got this one, I promise.
♪ ♪
Want to hear something kind of embarrassing?
When I am pissed off at the world,
or I'm upset or...
or it just hurts to move, I... [Inhales deeply]
I-I shake my arms and my body like this.
Like I'm shaking it off, right?
And then I just scream, top of my lungs.
- From here, from my core. - No, you don't... don't...
[Screaming]
[Sighs deeply]
Come on, try it.
I'm not the screaming type, Villa.
But you could be. Come on. Come on, just try it. No. No.
- It just takes a little bit... - No.
Okay, so what, you're gonna give me the halftime speech now?
About how I should go back to being the same old Rosie?
Rosie, I love you no matter what.
But this kind of stress mixed with no sleep
and a decent amount of alcohol means what
for a guy with two holes in his heart?
Your third stroke?
Organ failure? An aneurysm?
You're... you're not taking care of yourself,
and that... that scares me to death.
And... and... [Sighs]
What you're doing...
[Voice breaking] it hurts me.
And if that doesn't mean anything to you, then...
[Sniffles] by all means, do whatever you want.
♪ ♪
I'm gonna be okay.
Just need a little time, little space.
Then I'll be okay.
And stop taking it out on your plants.
What did they do to you?
Baking powder and Epsom salt.
- For what? - It's an old wives' tale.
I need both to bring this poor thing back to life.
I've got a crazy idea.
I'm so angry at you.
Not angry. I'm frustrated.
And you know what? It's not your fault.
Who you talking to?
- We are rehydrating the body! - TMI: Yes?
Oh, yes. Get down here, Rosie, if you're the real Rosie.
My bro is back, right? Hopefully. Mm-hmm.
Wait. Did you say "rehydrating"?
That's what I said. And our shopping list is...
glycerin, sodium chloride, sodium bicarbonate,
human serum, and a lot of fabric softener.
Go.
- I think I remember fabric softener. - Go!
Roseman, postmortem rehydration is theoretical.
It's the musings of a witch doctor
named Horatio Adler in an article that never, ever
should have been written or published.
I'm pretty sure he's not even an real doctor.
Really? That's interesting, because I am Horatio Adler.
Yes, it's a pseudonym that I use for certain medical journals.
[Laughs] That makes so much sense.
That makes... no sense. Wait. Really?
No. But since we've exhausted all of our other options,
it's Hail Mary time.
And if we are successful at rehydrating this body,
then guess what we'll see?
- Body marks. - Body marks!
- Body marks. - Body marks.
- Let's go! Let's do this! Come on! - All right, all right!
Earth, Wind & Fire: ♪ When you wish upon a star ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Your dreams will take you very far, yeah ♪
♪ When you wish upon a dream ♪
- [Beeping] - ♪ Life ain't always ♪
♪ What it seems, oh, yeah ♪
♪ Words of wisdom, yes, I can ♪
[Beeping]
♪ You're a shining star ♪
♪ No matter who you are ♪
♪ Shining bright to see ♪
♪ What you can truly be ♪
♪ You're a shining star ♪
♪ No matter who you are ♪
♪ Shining bright to see ♪
♪ What you can truly be ♪
♪ Shining star for you to see ♪
♪ What your life can truly be ♪
♪ Shining star for you to see ♪
♪ What your life can truly be ♪
It works.
- Unbelievable. - Yeah.
I really didn't think that was gonna work.
[Mitchie laughs]
Hey, are those prong marks?
Jeff was tasered.
And that's what stopped his heart.
You know what? Can we flip the body real quick?
One, two...
- Careful, careful, careful. - [Sloshing]
[Grunts]
Yeah, that looks like drag marks to me.
- Dragged from where? - Give me the forceps, please.
Yeah.
TMI: Is that wood?
Villa: You know what I'm thinking?
I'm thinking El Jefe was tasered as he got off the boat,
dragged back on board, then taken out to sea,
and then the killer took the missing jet ski
and rode it back to shore.
Right, Rosie?
[Scoffs] Uh...
Do I need to say what I said again
- so that you actually hear it? - Villa, it's quiet time.
Quiet time? Quiet time?
Okay. [Chuckles] Uh, so I'm... I'm a child now? Wow.
Should I sit in a time-out so that you could, um...
Nope! I got it! Right down there.
The marks on Jeff's body span from his head to his shoulders
to the lower back.
That tells me he was dragged more than just a few feet.
You recognize that?
Taser confetti.
It's discharged when you fire the gun.
- Mm-hmm, and the confetti is... - Traceable, which means...
This little guy is gonna lead us right to our killer.
Jamil, do you recognize this little guy here?
- No? - No.
No?
Mm.
Thank you.
[Clicks]
[Crackling]
I gotta say, I love confetti.
Jamil, we know you bought your Taser cartridges
from the Big Boys Sports Store over on Alvarado Street.
Same place I get my tennis rackets.
Rosie is not good at tennis,
and you, Jamil, are not good at getting away with murder.
[Scoffs] Look,
someone stole my Taser, okay?
So I don't even know why I'm here.
We got the search warrant.
We found the Taser gun in your apartment. Sit down.
[Huffs]
Look, I had nothing but love for him.
You mean you were in love with him.
[Whispers] Oh, God.
Rosewood: Jamil, you and Jeff, you guys go way back, right?
You guys grew up in Biloxi together?
Then after all these years,
your best friend finally decides to come out...
He did, but it wasn't for you. It was for Chase.
Jeff gets into an argument with Chase on the boat...
They return to dry land.
Chase gets off the boat, leaves.
Jeff ties the boat up, then walks down the dock...
Where you confronted him.
Unable to deal with his constant rejection of your feelings,
you attacked him.
Look, I didn't... I didn't mean to kill him, okay?
- I was defending myself. - Come on, Jamil.
You were one of the only people
to knew about Jeff's heart condition.
So you brought the perfect weapon to trigger an attack.
After all those years of friendship and loyalty,
you felt cheated.
He should've picked me.
I'm the one who would've made him happy.
[Exhales deeply]
I just needed a chance.
Yeah, well, you would've been a real catch.
Now you can stand.
[Handcuffs click]
Hey, you okay?
Uh, yeah.
Actually, I need a favor.
I told them to drop all the charges against you.
I don't know why, but I believe you.
I think you're ready to live a better life.
And I want that for you.
Here's your chance. Don't screw it up.
Is there any way
that we could go back to normal?
[Inhales deeply]
No, there isn't.
Goodbye.
♪ ♪
Okay, I'm just making sure... He's right there.
- You good? - Hey.
Yeah. Yeah, it's all good. All good.
- Thanks for that. - Any time.
Hey, uh, hey, man, I know you're on your way home,
so, um... we got two options on the table.
Well, one of us could give you a lift...
Or we give you a loaner.
A loaner? Does it have a siren?
Well, there's one other option.
Maybe you drive yourself home.
♪ ♪
[Laughter]
Turns out you're the only one that can drive a stick.
So you might need a new clutch.
- Wow. - [Laughs] Yeah.
I-I don't even know what to say. [Chuckles]
And I definitely don't wanna know
what you guys paid that greedy bastard I sold it to.
Well, we got him to rethink his price
and perhaps even renew his faith in our good Lord.
- [Laughs] - She belongs with you, son.
And everyone here pitched in to make sure that happened.
Oh, yeah, almost everyone. Not quite everybody.
Rosewood: Mm-hmm.
All right, look, y'all, all my money,
it went to paying this man's bar tabs all over town.
Y'all don't know.
He can drink like a fish when he wants to.
I appreciate you. And I owe you a big...
Hey, hey, hey, hey! Say no más.
- No pasa nada. - Aw.
We're straight. You already know.
Ooh! [Laughs]
- Yellow Queen! - [Laughs]
- Who wants to for a ride? - I'd love one.
- [Door closes] - Okay now.
- Hello. - TMI: Well, look at that.
All right.
- [Starts engine] - Be good.
- Love you guys. - Love you, too!
Love you, son.
Diddy and J.Lo, off in the sunset.
♪ ♪
So how'd you know I'm not good at tennis?
Are you good at tennis?
Hell, no, I'm not good at tennis.
[Laughs]
Oh, I know you, Rosie...
almost too well.
[Inhales sharply]
[Waves lapping, seabirds calling]
You know, it's okay to miss her.
Is it?
Yeah,
because you thought what you and Tawnya had was special.
And you went all in,
you put yourself out there.
Look, Rosie, you're not mad at the world.
You're mad at yourself
because part of you still wishes
that what you had was real.
And you know what? I get it.
I'd feel the same way.
Mm.
[Seabirds calling]
♪ ♪
- [Screaming] - [Gasps]
You were supposed to shake before the scream.
No, no, I shake after my scream.
That's my shake.
You know, you're supposed to shake before the scream.
Well, no, I'm shaking... I'm shaking...
Okay, shake it off...
Lou Rawls: ♪ As long as you live ♪
♪ Someone who loves you ♪
♪ Tender like... ♪