02x09 - Half-Life Havana Nights

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Previously on "Rosewood"...

Her name... Elena Santiago.

Elena's father is a Panamanian diplomat.

Misty was taken two days after Elena's body was found.

We think that Misty and Elena were held in a bunker in the woods.

Gerald Kelly has been in prison for 10 years for the murders.

His daughter, Michelle Kelly... She took off before the murders and hasn't been since since.

Either Michelle's the victim, or she's the k*ller.

I've done everything I can to uncover the truth.

Then do this one last thing for me.

To reinvestigate Elena's m*rder, we need to exhume her body.

Is everything okay?

It's empty.

[Animal howls in distance]

Deidre & the Dark: ♪ I'm following you ♪

[Clank]

[Indistinct radio chatter]

[Ghostly gasp]

♪ I should've gone ♪
♪ A long time ago ♪

[Wolf howling in distance]

Misty. I'm gonna get you out of here, Misty.

No, it's too late.

No, no, it's never too late. We need to get back.

Another nightmare?

Was I that transparent?

No, you were talking in your sleep, loud.

And you were calling the name "Misty."

It's not what you think.

Hmm.

Besides, I don't snore like someone else I know around here.

Talking crazy. I don't snore.

You do snore.

It's like a buzz saw making love to a chain saw.

Shut up.

[Cheering and chanting]

Is that, um...

Misty Spencer and Elena Santiago...

Two girls that Gerald Kelly is accused of k*lling.

Okay, Rosie, it's 4 in the morning.

You need to get some rest.

No, no, I wish I could, but I need to figure out who the real k*ller is.

Hey, I understand, but you're no use to anyone, so let me shut this down, and you can look at it with fresh eyes in the morning, which is in two hours.

All right.

Well, maybe I can finish that dream and find some answers.

Mmm.

All right.

All right, see you in the morning.

[Buzzer]

[Footsteps approach]

[Door opens] You got a visitor.

Good news. We finally got permission from Mrs. Santiago to exhume her daughter's body.

And the bad news?

And who said there was bad news?

You didn't have to.

When they pulled the coffin up from the grave, it was empty.

Empty?

We're looking into what happened to the body.

[Exhales deeply]

Okay.

[Sighs] But I have complete faith everything's gonna be okay, Donna.

Okay.

So I've got some other good news.

Villa's looking for your daughter, Michelle.

She tracked some of her old things to your cousin, Lonnie.

I think it'll help us find her.

What is it?

Michelle and I... We fought about everything, you know, from her partying to her curfews to... her wardrobe.

I-I'm not surprised that she ran away.

I drove my daughter away.

I-I-I was just too damn hard on her.

I've been in here for 10 years.

This whole time, Michelle has not come to visit me, not one time.

Now I don't care how angry she was, I know she would have come to visit me.

But whoever's framing me for these murders, what if they got her, too?

Um, guys? Wasn't the point here to examine the body?

Where's the body?

We don't have a body.

We have a coffin.

Yeah, it's a coffin-topsy.

What? A coff... No.

No! This is terrible! Well... [Scoffs]

She's gonna be here any minute. She already left.

Who?

Who? Um...

I probably should have checked in with you first... the man.

Yeah, I-I invited my college roommate here just to hang for the autopsy, so...

Right, 'cause taking her to coffee...

That would've just been weird.

Well, you're just gonna have to take her for a daiquiri on the beach.

But she'll be so disappointed.

But okay. What exactly are we looking for?

Any evidence that shows that Elena Santiago's body was even in this coffin.

So we just need to...

Test for the presence of embalming fluid, collect hair and fiber samples and run any DNA against Elena's.

Thank you, dear.

Oh, that... Okay.

Mom, it's nice to see you take an interest in evidence collecting.

Son, I was married to a forensic pathologist before you were born, so you might as well put me to work, because I am not going anywhere.

[Scoffs] Mom, we got this. You're too cute in that apron.

Oh, really, darling? And how many coffin-topsies have you done before? [Gloves snap]

Ooh.

Hmm?

That's what I thought.

I mean, how does a body just disappear out of a coffin?

Grave robbers, aliens? I'm just trying to help.

Can you help me get the search warrant signed?

I need to get into the funeral home that buried Elena, but the judge thinks Gerald's guilty... [Elevator bell dings] and I'm wasting my time.

You are not wasting your time.

You are gonna solve this thing, and then afterwards... [Lowered voice] you can make it up to me.

Oh, I plan to.

[Villa laughing]

[Telephone ringing in distance]

Ah, workplace camaraderie.

Guess there's nothing like a little team building exercise in the elevators.

We weren't team building in the elevator.

Oh, come on. You got the team building glow all around you, all up around there.

Hey, you know what you should do?

You should do the thing where you fall back, and Adrian catches you.

Trust fall.

Ah, see? See? The trust fall. We're thinking, we're thinking.

Stop it, the both of you.

Stop it, you two. Why are you here?

Well, I got the results back from the coffin-topsy.

Turns out that there was no trace of decomposition, no trace of embalming fluid or DNA.

So there was never a body in that coffin.

Too bad the funeral director's stonewalling me.

Mm, you're not thinking of...

Ah, actually, I'm thinking about it.

Just gotta get Villa on board.

That's a great idea.

I think so. Hey, why don't you... why don't you come with us? Plenty of room in the Yellow Queen.

I really don't like this thing you guys have going on.

Let me see.

All right. See you later.

Enjoy your day, my man. All right, good seeing you.

You, too.

So... ready for a little coffin shopping?

Or are you trying to go back into the elevator?

Just askin'. It's a question.

♪ Uno, dos, tres ♪
♪ Ah, go ♪

[Speaks indistinctly] Welcome, welcome.

Has there been a death, or are we planning ahead?

Planning ahead.

It's my mo... my mother.

I'm planning ahead for my mother's passing.

Well, you have come to the right place.

I have top-of-the-line mahogany and silk, fully sealed, full preservation.

[Knocks] Great deals.

What kind of deal do you cut for someone burying an empty coffin?

I don't do that sort of thing here.

If you'll step right over here, I have some great sample books I can show you...

Really? Because you did it for Elena Santiago 10 years ago.

Detective Villa, I meant to return your calls.

You know, it's not illegal to bury an empty coffin.

Wow, tell me, Detective, is it illegal to falsify body transfer documents?

Actually, Doctor, yes, it is.

Oh, okay, okay.

But it wasn't me. He wanted to bury the empty coffin.

Who?

The father, Carlos Santiago.

What happened to the body?

Coroner's office dropped it off, and Mr. Santiago picked it up.

And you just let him leave with her body?

It's my job to let the family grieve in whatever way they need.

How about you try that again?

He paid in cash... A lot of cash.

So where did he take the body?

I don't know. You'll have to ask him.

So there are rumors of Santiago's involvement in drug trafficking, that maybe Elena d*ed because of something he was involved in.

Or maybe he k*lled her.

His own daughter?

Well, I mean, we're talking about a man who went to extremes to bury an empty coffin and hide his daughter's body.

Yeah, that's a good point.

♪Rosilla.

What you guys been up to? Oh, let me guess.

No, no, don't... don't tell me.

You guys have been practicing your salsa moves?

Arguing about nothing?

Taking partner selfies?

I like that one, Cap.

What's happening here?

I have no clue.

You know what, Ira? I think I just figured it out.

Me, too.

Yeah?

Yeah, I got it.

You guys reopened a 10-year-old double homicide case.

Involving the daughter of a Panamanian diplomat.

Now why don't you guess how we found out?

Follow me.

[Door closes] Mr. Santiago, we spoke to your wife.

No, no, no. You went behind my back and got the coffin exhumed.

Which you paid to bury empty.

What happened to Elena's body?

Hmph.

[Sighs] Mr. Santiago, we're all on the same team here.

We all want the truth.

Your wife needs the truth.

Hmm.

You don't understand.

I grew up in Panama.

The jungle there gives cover to drug traffickers and guerillas.

One day, I came across an open grave, bodies decomposing.

That moment, I swore that I'd get out, and I did.

I made a new life here in Miami, but...

In the end, you couldn't save your daughter from the same fate.

Elena was strangled. She's buried under a field, and her body was almost unrecognizable.

I couldn't stand the thought of my baby girl decomposing in a coffin like that.

So what'd you do with her?

This is Elena Santiago.

It's time to bring her real k*ller to justice.

S02E09 Half-Life Havana Nights Um, everyone, I'd like you to meet my old college roommate, Dr. Daisy Wick, and she's visiting from the Jeffersonian.

Yeah, she works with Dr. Temperance Brennan.

The Dr. Brennan?

The most incredible forensic anthropologist on any planet in the solar system and also extremely easy on the eyes?

Like... [Whispers] hot?

Okay.

You must be Mitchie.

Uh, I really appreciate your enthusiasm, and rest assured that I am also incredibly gifted.

Welcome, dear.

Oh, you must be Mrs. Rosewood.

Nice to meet you.

Dr. Wick, thanks for giving us a hand.

Of course, Dr. Rosewood. I'm really excited to be working a case with Tara.

It's like spring break all over again.

"Girls Gone Wild: Miami Edition." [Laughs]

Except that we're both at the top of our fields and wearing bras.

You must be Pippy! Oh, my God.

Tara has told me so much about you! Uhh!

Just how amazing you are and how in love with you she is and who wouldn't fall in love with you?

Actually, we... we broke up. So there's that.

All right, so, everyone, let's get to work.

See if the crematorium did a shoddy job, maybe we can find something else other than ashes.

Caderas: ♪ Hey, yo ♪
♪ Oigan miren quien llego ♪
♪ Con su movimiento slow ♪
♪ Cadera, cadera, cadera ♪
♪ Hey, yo ♪
♪ Todos miren quien llego ♪
♪ Con su movimiento slow ♪
♪ Bailando la noche entera ♪
♪ Cadera ♪
♪ Con su movimiento slow ♪
♪ Bailando la noche entera ♪

I got something... A tiny ruby with what looks like a trace of titanium.

Slipped through the grinding process.

A piece of jewelry? That sounds familiar.

But she wasn't found wearing any jewelry.

Maybe... maybe it was something that her family put on her for the funeral?

Maybe it has some sentimental value.

Son, Gerald showed me a picture of his daughter, Michelle, wearing a ruby and titanium necklace.

So Michelle and Elena, two high school girls, wearing the same type of jewelry?

That is no coincidence.

Well, some serial K*llers take trophies.

Maybe this one gave gifts.

Well, if that's the k*ller's M.O., Michelle could be our first victim.

Michelle disappeared six months before our other two victims were found.

Well, if she was the first victim and they were all held in that same bunker...

It could explain why Michelle's blood was on Misty's jeans.

Well, Hornstock tracked down Michelle's cousin, Lonnie.

He just brought in a bunch of Michelle's old stuff.

Well, maybe we'll find something that will point us to our k*ller.

So what exactly are we looking for?

A diary, photos, letters. Oh, wait a second.

Michelle's old fake ID. It's from Maryland.

Hologram, barcode. Looks legit.

And I talked to her high school buddies.

None of those preppy wannabes were capable of making fakes that clean.

Well, high-end papers means high-end criminals.

We need to talk to whoever made this ID.

Are you gonna track down someone who made fake IDs 10 years ago?

Both: We know a guy.

[Bruno Mars' "24k Magic" playing]

Hey!

[Cheers]

Whoo!

Yeah!

Hey.

Mnh-mnh-mnh!

Don't even look my way till you turn 21, girl. Mm.

Yeah, baby!

Whoo!

Joo-Joo.

You all are late.

A grown-ass man like myself shouldn't be at a party like this.

Villa: You could've just come down to the station.

Villa, let me man-splain something to you.

Man-splain? Did he just say...

No, no man-splain. Just good old what are we doing here?

Hey, you see this guy? He's the best that money can buy.

He's got a print shop inside. So you come for the booze, you stay for the fake ID.

Then you leave and buy more booze with your new fake ID.

Joo-Joo, are you slipping? 'Cause unless this kid started making IDs since he was 10 years old, this is not our guy.

Manny.

[Chuckles]

Come tell my new friends here how long you been doing this.

I've been forging doctors' notes and detention slips since I was 5.

I was a forgery prodigy. A fodigy.

[Chuckles] No offense to your friends here.

I know black don't cr*ck and beige don't age, but y'all don't need no fake ID.

My man, Detective Villa's not beige.

She's blue.

More like caramel.

All right, listen, fodigy, we're not here for the fake ID party.

Is this your handiwork?

Nah, blue.

My work is so good, it don't end up in police hands 'cause they can't tell it's fake.

Can you tell if my foot is coming up your ass?

'Cause it is.

Cool. Let me see that.

It's some good work. It's not mine.

Whose is it?

Okay. Listen, we know someone obviously trained you.

I really don't feel like filling up my holding cell with you and all of your underage clients.

Okay, hang on. Let me see it.

I think I'm remembering something.

Make it good.

This is Lo Down's work. My mentor.

When was the last time you've seen him?

When he gave me the business 10 years ago.

About the same time as the murders.

Right.

Where can we find him?

You don't. If there was such a thing as witness protection for the streets, this guy invented it, ran it, and became its best client. He's a ghost.

I don't believe in ghosts.

Our party's over. You got 5 minutes to shut this thing down. Joo-Joo, you said they were cool, man.

Four minutes.

Why do you hate me?

Three minutes, right.

Everybody gotta go!

The guy's name is Lorenzo Veras, AKA Lo Down.

He also made fake IDs for Misty and Elena and half their classmates, and the person who helped him sell the IDs?

Michelle Kelly.

He's connected to all three girls.

And there were complaints lodged against him at the high school for selling fake IDs and dr*gs to the girls.

The parents who banned him from the high school...

Beth Santiago and Lynn Spencer.

The mothers of the two deceased.

Sounds like motive to me. So go get him.

He's not exactly... local.

[Latin music playing]

Cotton or linen?

Uh, definitely the linen.

That's what I thought.

[Speaks indistinctly] So, uh, who did Villa track down the guy?

His mother lives here in Miami.

Wow. Mom snitched on her own son?

No, well, Villa couldn't break her, so she checked her financial records.

Turned out Mama Lo Down makes a trip every August 19.

What's so special about August 19?

It's lo's birthday.

Ah.

Excuse me, ladies.

Okay.

Excuse you.

Really?

What? No, no. I can't have my shoes touch my shirts.

Separate suitcases.

Okay, this isn't a vacation.

I know that, Villa. We're going to take down a k*ller.

But we're gonna do it in style because we're going to...

Cuba.

[Indistinct conversations]

So how do we find this Lo Down?

Well, the local cops pointed me to his new hustle.

Toiletries and toothpaste.

So we go undercover and offer him soap and shampoo.

There's our guy.

Oh, look, it's the East Miami PD.

[Lowered voice] See? I told you to lose the hat.

I have moles all over the city.

Detective Villa, Dr. Rosewood.

They alert me to foreign police officers.

Please, sit. Join me for un cafecito Cubano.

Wait, wait. We're in Cuba, right?

So isn't it just cafecito?

You know, your moles aren't very loyal, 'cause they led us right to you.

I'm not worried.

Cuba has no extradition treaty with the U.S., so you have no jurisdiction.

No, but Panama does.

And since you're accused of k*lling the daughter of a Panamanian, Elena Santiago, as well as Misty Spencer and possibly even Michelle Kelly, you should be at least un poquito nervous.

Well, that is a stretch. And what's my motive?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe the fact that Elena's parents lodged a complaint against you at their school, which ruined your business.

Can't prove anything.

No, you're right. They can't. But I can.

One little swab of DNA might even get you into a Cuban prison.

Or a Panamanian one. I can just make a call right now...

Wait, wait.

I didn't k*ll Elena, Misty, or Michelle.

And I can prove it. You have to come with me.

Vamos.

[Indistinct conversations]

All right, yeah, call the Panamanians.

I was bluffing. No bars.

So no reception and no backup in a country where we have no jurisdiction.

We could be walking into a trap.

I'm with you. [Knocks on door]

ÿMaria, chica, estás aquí?

[Door opens]

Michelle?

You're Gerald's daughter.

You were really hard to find, Michelle.

Not hard enough, I guess.

We thought you were dead. What happened to you?

Life with my father was unbearable.

He was mad at the world and took it out on me.

I couldn't do anything right until I met my boyfriend, Harley.

He was older, secure, stable.

I ran away with him.

Here, to Cuba?

No, not at first.

We stayed in Miami till news broke about the murders.

If I had stayed with my father, I could have ended up like those girls.

You really think Gerald k*lled Misty and Elena?

I lived with him. I saw how volatile he had become.

I was afraid of him.

And when I saw the media circus it turned into, I asked Lo to help us get out, and I've been in Cuba ever since.

Where's Harley now?

In Miami.

He runs Cuba art tours. He's getting a group together.

And you've never gone back.

I can't go back to where I'd be the daughter of a k*ller.

Well, I mean, the only problem is that your father's not a k*ller.

He's innocent. We're gonna prove it.

See, Elena had a ruby and titanium necklace.

We think the k*ller gave one to her and another one to you. You're wrong.

I made these necklaces. It's how I make a living.

Oh, so you made one for Elena?

Maybe. I don't remember.

Okay, well, we need you to come back to Miami with us, help us figure some things out.

[Scoffs] Excuse me?

I don't have to do anything you're telling me to do.

Well, okay, you can come with us now, or I'll make sure you can never come back.

You really wanna stay here for the rest of your life?

Sounds like your boyfriend doesn't.

You know, I don't like when people come into my house and thr*aten me.

This isn't Miami. You're not a cop here.

You are nothing here.

I'm a cop wherever I go. You wanna try me, Maria?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Timeout. Excuse us. Excuse us.

[Lowered voice] Villa, Villa, what are you doing?

What does it look like? We need to get her back to Miami and she's being difficult.

No, no, you're being difficult.

Her story doesn't add up.

Your story doesn't add up.

[Whispers] What?

Look, okay, just let me handle it, okay?

Okay, let's see.

So, listen, you need to know your father's been in a prison for 10 years, grieving.

He thinks you're dead.

Good. Let him keep thinking that.

Okay, I... did you not hear me say that he was innocent?

I heard the part where you said you hadn't proved it yet.

Okay, I'm done. You go.

You know, I haven't seen my con man father since I was 15.

But if he was accused of m*rder, I would still go look him in the eye and see what he had to say for himself.

You never once called or visited.

What, making... Making trinkets for tourists while your father rots in prison?

Well, I'll be damned if I came all the way to Cuba looking for the truth, and the one person who can help us find it refuses to try.

Woman on TV: In breaking news, Michelle Kelly, the daughter of convicted m*rder*r Gerald Kelly...

Hey, stop, stop, stop.

Has returned to Miami after having gone missing 10 years ago.

Now the case against Gerald Kelly rests on the fact that Michelle had disappeared before the murders, leaving her father distraught and then leading him to k*ll two of her classmates. And here she comes now.

Do you have any comment?

Man: Michelle!

Michelle, where have you been all these years?

[Reporters shouting at once]

Did your father try to k*ll you, too?

Hey, excuse us. Excuse us.

Any comment?

Excuse us.

Anything?

[Indistinct shouting continues]

I can't do this. This is exactly what I've been trying to avoid all these years.

We're still gonna need to take your statement at some point.

I need to call Harley. Can I use your phone?

That won't be necessary. I'll take you where you need to go.

No, you've done enough, Villa.

Oh, you're in my house now. I insist.

And it's Detective Villa.

All right, why don't we use the back?

[Telephone rings in distance]

So now you're the hospitality committee?

I'm keeping her close by. She's hiding something, and until I figure out what it is, she's a suspect.

If Michelle is the k*ller, why would she risk coming back to Miami?

Because she thinks she's getting away with it, or she wants to get caught.

Sometimes K*llers need recognition.

You got any better ideas?

Yeah, I'm going back to the body, back to the ashes. Go easy on her.

[Elevator bell dings, doors open]

Lonnie?

Michelle?

[Exhales] It's really you.

You look great. Are you okay?

I'm fine.

[Exhales] I'm just glad to see you.

You need a moment?

No.

Please get me out of here.

Excuse us.

Hey, why don't we, uh, why don't we go in my office, have a talk?

So you and your cousin Lonnie...

What was that all about?

Back in high school, Lonnie and I had a huge falling out.

Okay, I'm gonna need you to be a little more specific.

I used to shoplift a lot.

Lonnie caught me one time, and he told my dad, and my dad told all the girls on the soccer team.

They bullied me for months.

Elena and Misty did?

Yep.

They would have accused me of stealing their stuff, go through my bags, pat me down.

What, you gonna arrest me for shoplifting now?

Michelle, your blood was found on Misty's jeans.

I mean, how do you explain that?

What? I-I can't.

Okay, so let me get this straight.

The two girls who bullied you end up dead.

The father you fought with ends up being framed for their murders, and you leave the country without looking back.

Wait, did you wanna give me a ride, or did you wanna interrogate me?

[Sighs]

[Engine turns off]

Welcome home, baby.

Thank you, Detective.

I've been trying to bring her back for years.

No need to thank me. I'm just trying to find a k*ller.

I didn't k*ll those girls, and I didn't frame my father.

If that's the best you can do, he'll never be free.

Thanks for the ride, Detective.

[Grunts]

Tell me you've got something.

I found a lateral malleolus fragment with a small section of the medullary cavity intact.

You know, you could just say, "bone fragments with bone marrow."

Then you'd have no indication of what bone it was or where in the body it came from or...

Okay, Daisy's always been very into dotting her I's and crossing her T's, right?

You know, I always thought it was cute when people happy-faced their I's.

Attention to detail, and that is what makes Daisy so good at her job.

That and my brilliant mind.

Anyway, Daisy and I have been working on this for hours.

Dr. Wick, am I also paying you for those hours?

Oh, I'm just doing it for fun and for free, but if you're offering...

I'm not.

So do you think you have enough bone marrow to pull tox from?

We'll know soon.

Son.

I'll keep you posted.

Thank you.

Yeah, that's probably...

Yeah, maybe I could...

Gerald knows that Michelle is back.

Why won't she go see him? He's innocent.

Yes, he is, but Villa thinks Michelle may not be.

What? Villa thinks that Michelle is guilty?

That doesn't make sense. And what do you think?

I don't know, but if we don't find another lead, that father/daughter reunion's not gonna be happening.

[Computer chiming] Oh, who wants tox results?

Me! I do!

It looks like Elena was drugged with morphine and fentanyl just before her death.

Wait. Why wasn't that in Gerald's file?

Maybe somebody made a mistake.

Or someone on the case left it out on purpose.

I talked to the M.E. who did Elena's autopsy in 2006.

He said he included the tox results in her file.

And the investigating detective said he handed everything over to the D.A., including the tox results.

So the only other person who had access to the autopsy report and the police file is...

The D.A. who prosecuted the case.

Right.

So get him in here.

Well, the former D.A. is a washed-up ambulance chaser.

There's no way he agrees to talk to us if it's about the Kelly case.

Wow, come on. Get creative. [Door opens]

And I think I know how.

Good.

Okay! Which one of you cops b*at up my...

[Grunts] Savagely b*at up.

Savagely b*at up my client?

That would be me.

Oh.

Ah, I was profiled. You know it.

And now America will know it.

Unless you're willing to settle.

Ernie Portnoy. You used to be that hotshot D.A., right?

You prosecuted, uh, the Gerald Kelly case?

That doesn't ring a bell. Now back to my client's injuries.

Uh, You know what? [Velcro rips]

[Thud] I'm feeling so much better.

[Sighs] I was set up.

[Chuckles]

What's this?

It's proof that Elena Santiago had morphine and fentanyl in her blood.

We know you omitted it from Gerald Kelly's defense file.

You were trying to get another win to advance your career, but clearly, that didn't work.

Damn! [Singsongy] Busted.

Now that's how it's done.

No.

I got you.

Give me some dap! [Exhales deeply]

My man.

You guys just dapped.

Yeah, we did.

Mm-hmm.

I presented all of the information relevant to the case.

Yeah, but what about Gerald's case?

You robbed him of a chance to defend himself.

I think that's known as evidence tampering.

Yeah. Yeah.

Damn. Damn, maybe you should get a lawyer.

Listen, you can talk to us, or you can talk to Captain Slade.

Interrogations for him are a full-contact sport.

So true, but don't you worry. If you get hurt...

[Whispers] Rosie's a doctor.

Okay, look, look.

The evidence pointed to another person who had allegedly used the same cocktail of dr*gs in previous incidents with other girls.

Incidents? No, I-I think the word you're looking for is "assaults."

Look, I left him out of the equation because I didn't want his name dragged through the mud.

How do you know he's innocent?

Because he's my godson.

And the plot thickens.

Damn, I'm good.

♪ Mami, mami, hey, You know you made my day ♪
♪ I like the way that you walk, girl ♪
♪ And the things you say ♪

Gunnar Tiegen. Trust fund baby turned lifeguard.

So he knows CPR.

He can bring someone back from the brink of death.

Yeah. Sounds like a God complex to me.

Let's see.

Mandy Bennet, Virginia Jacobs, Lidia Levin, and Elena Santiago.

I don't know any of them.

Really? That's interesting. Because you gave them all morphine and fentanyl before you assaulted 'em.

There's no evidence of that. Just allegations.

Now there's Elena.

Yeah, you know the woman that you drugged and you strangled her, then you brought her back with CPR, then you strangled her again until she d*ed.

You remember her?

Portnoy admitted to covering for you.

You... You talked to my godfather?

He's gonna lose his law license for trying to help you.

You want him to go to prison, too?

Tell us what happened to Elena.

Okay. I saw Elena the night she disappeared.

She came to my place after soccer practice.

I gave her some dr*gs to help her loosen up, but she didn't. And then she left.

I swear, I didn't hurt her.

She walked home safe and sound.

But she never made it home.

Look, I've been trying to make up for my past mistakes, but I did not k*ll her.

I swear it.

Gunnar passed the polygraph. We couldn't hold him.

And we can't charge him with drugging Elena or any of the other girls because the statute of limitations expired.

So we hit a wall.

Luckily, walls are where I do my best work.

The only real suspect left on the table is Michelle.

Yeah, come on now. Michelle is not capable of m*rder.

[Types on keyboard] Rosie, why do you have such a blind spot for this girl?

Look at the evidence.

Michelle's blood was found on Misty's jeans.

Michelle's jewelry was found in Elena's cremains.

Both victims bullied her, giving her motive.

The reason she hasn't gone to visit Gerald is because she hated him so much that she framed him for their murders.

Look, I want to solve this just as much as you do.

I'm having nightmares. My mother can't sleep.

TMI, she... she's calling in favors.

Gerald is still sitting in prison...

But you wouldn't consider Michelle.

Because even if I do, there's no way he's gonna walk out of that cell knowing his daughter's gonna take his place.

Rosewood: So we're right back to that wall.

[Animal howls]

[Laughing]

Misty: I know what you're looking for.

What am I looking for?

It's not here.

Sorry, I thought you were having another nightmare.

[Sighs] How's the case going?

Well, let's see. I still have an innocent man in jail, the attorney who tampered with evidence gets early retirement... No jail time...

And the guy that he was covering for gets to walk free, even though he drugged a bunch of girls.

Hmm. Wow.

What's the point of following the rules if they make different rules for different people?

Just means we have to work harder to get justice, that's all.

But, damn it, I'm missing something. I know I am.

Well, I guess I'll let you work this time.

Otherwise, you'll go back to dreaming about Misty.

And, um...

Elena.

Yeah.

Elena.

Elena.

You pulled me out of my warm bed to come look at this creepy place again?

We already searched it.

Yeah, but not like this.

What is that thing?

It's a Geiger counter. It detects radiation.

[Beeps, whirring]

[Clicking steadily]

[Sighs]

[Clicking continues, increases speed]

That can't be good.

No, it's great.

It's radium. It's exactly what I needed to confirm.

Rosie, what are you talking about?

[Horns honk in distance]

Everyone wake up and listen up.

The bunker where Misty's body was found had high levels of radium which seeped into the air, the water, and the ground.

Now, if Elena was held there for the three weeks that she was missing, she would have ingested large quantities.

If she ingested radium, it would have seeped... [Beeps]

Into her blood and her bones.

Is it detectable after all this time?

Well, the half-life of radium is 1,600 years, so, yes, it would still be in her bones and in her cremains.

So if Elena was in that bunker...

This Geiger counter will tell us.

[Whirs]

Wait, hold on. Does that mean...

Elena wasn't k*lled in that bunker.

We've been looking in the wrong place.

If Elena wasn't k*lled in the bunker, where was she k*lled?

Well, Elena was last seen here. Gunnar Tiegen's house.

But her body was found... [Beeps]

Here... under the school's soccer field.

All right. Well, we know that Elena was held for three weeks before she was k*lled, so most likely we're looking for a house with a detached garage or shed.

We need to narrow this down, because this is Palm Acres.

The houses have houses.

Yeah, well, at the time of Elena's autopsy, the M.E. found cuprous oxide in Elena's clothes.

It's a pigment from a ceramic glaze.

Elena was in an art class.

Yeah, but it didn't have to come from art class.

Cuprous oxide is also used in semiconductors.

It's used in fungicides.

Anti-fouling paint.

I use it on my boat to keep the barnacles off the hull.

Wait a minute.

[Beeping]

[Crowd cheering]

The boathouse.

The boathouse.

This has to be where Elena was k*lled.

There's the anti-fouling paint, and doesn't this rope look familiar?

Yep, it's the type of rope used to strangle those girls.

Okay, use the luminol to search for traces of blood.

Swab, scrape, and process anything that could point to the k*ller.

Yep.

Rosie, check out the class of '04.

We need to get to Michelle.

Whoa, whoa. Michelle? Mom is with her right now.

That means she's with our k*ller.

I'm not surprised he got you to trust him.

My father can be very charming when he wants.

Charming, yes, but a k*ller?

Would your father have taken these girls into a bunker?

Would he have strangled her, stabbed her?

When Misty was found, she had blood on her jeans.

Now the police said it was your father's blood.

That's mine.

Yes, I know it's yours, but how did your blood get on her jeans?

No, no, no, no, no. These are my jeans.

But Misty was wearing my jeans, and... and Elena was wearing my jewelry.

I'm sorry. I-I don't understand.

Well, someone must have given my things to them.

My father didn't know about the bunker, but I did.

We need to leave.

Michelle?

No, now!

You're not going anywhere!

[Tires screech]

Drop the w*apon and put your hands up!

Mom, are you okay?

Let her go, or I'll sh**t.

[Stove hissing]

No, Villa! It's gas.

[Lighter clicks]

Michelle, everything's gonna be okay.

[Stifled grunt]

Harley, let's talk this out.

Villa? [Lowered voice] Villa, we need to stall him.

[Whispers] What?

[Whispers] Trust me.

You made me believe it was my father, but... but it was you.

Just shut up!

I did everything for you.

I protected you. I gave you a new life.

You destroyed my life.

Let her go!

Just let her go.

Then you and me can figure this out.

[Shrieks, sobs]

Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do, Detective?

Fire that g*n, one little spark.

Okay, Harley, listen to me. It doesn't have to end this way.

Yeah, I'm not going to prison.

All right, can we just... talk about how smart you are?

I mean...

That's a clever place to hide a m*rder w*apon.

Right? In plain sight.

It's kind of like a reminder of your accomplishments.

Like those trophies you got from the crew team.

Don't come any closer.

That's where you k*lled Elena, isn't it?

She d*ed in the off season when you had the boathouse to yourself.

Then you got rid of everybody who was trying to hurt Michelle.

I had to stop them.

But who's gonna stop you?

[Breathing heavily]

No one.

I don't care if we all die right here.

Go ahead. [Lighter clicks]

[Lighter flicks]

[Flame whooshes]

Rosewood! [Thud]

[Gasps]

Rosie, how did you know?

Well, it was easy.

I calculated the volume of the room, how much cubic feet of gas it took to fill the room, and then how much gas was escaping...

All right, yeah, I got it.

I got it.

I told you to trust me.

Oh, dear God...

You okay? Okay.

Put that sludge down. I brought you the good stuff.

Mmm. Thank you.

Ah, you're welcome.

I know I owe you a real date.

You know what? You do. You do.

And I was thinking...

[Envelope rustles]

"La bohème"? The opera?

Yeah.

[Chuckles] What?!

It's a "Moonstruck" reference.

It's the greatest romcom of all time.

Cher at her best.

Okay, yes, I enjoy the opera.

And romcoms.

And Cher. [Laughs]

You know, and I cry at sports movies.

You know, all of them. All right?

If there's a game being played and someone wins or loses, maybe learns a lesson or two along the way, it's...

[Makes whooshing sound]

Waterworks. I can't help it.

I don't want to.

[Laughs]

And I'm a cat guy.

And, uh, well, I live at home with my mother.

Because she's sick.

It's, uh, early-onset Alzheimer's.

Oh, I am so sorry.

No, it... it's okay. It's okay.

All right, well, so now that I've shared all of my red flags, Um... [blusters] [Laughs]

You wanna go to the opera with me, maybe start a little romcom of our own?

You know, I gotta go, but can we...

Mm-hmm. Okay. You know what?

Just think about it. Don't answer now.

[Elevator bell dings] All right?

I will be there...

Saturday, 7:30 sharp.

Hey.

I live with my mother, too.

[Camera shutters clicking, reporters clamoring]

[Siren wails]

There he is!

There he is!

Harley! Harley...

Gerald's friends in prison will take good care of him.

Yeah, hopefully, 'cause he's not gonna see the light of day for a while.

Hopefully Gerald will.

[Reporters shouting questions]

Harley, why did you m*rder those two girls?

Did you really think you could get away with it?

You k*lled...

g*n!

[High-pitched tone ringing, camera shutters clicking]

[Screaming]

Get down! Place the g*n on the floor!

[Screaming continues]

Villa, get that g*n.

[g*n scrapes ground]

[Screaming continues]

Get up!

[Villa sighs]

You finally get some sleep?

I did. No more nightmares.

I want to be happier that a m*rder*r is dead and off the streets, but I'm not.

Maybe it's 'cause the guy who k*lled him gets a free plane ride home.

Diplomatic immunity. He'll be tried in Panama.

He's their problem now.

The good thing is, an innocent man gets to go free.

[John Legend's "Coming Home" playing]

♪ Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ A father waits upon his son ♪
♪ A mother prays for his return ♪
♪ I just called to see ♪
♪ If you still have a place for me ♪
♪ We know that life took us apart ♪

[Gates buzz]

♪ But you're still within my heart ♪
♪ I go to sleep ♪
♪ And feel your spirit next to me ♪
♪ I'll make it home again ♪
♪ I pray you'll fall in love again ♪
♪ Just say you'll entertain ♪

[Breathes sharply]

♪ The possibility ♪
♪ I learned enough ♪

[Sniffles]

♪ From my mistakes ♪
♪ Learned from all I didn't say ♪
♪ Won't you wait for me? ♪

[Chuckles]

♪ It may be long ♪

[Sniffles]

♪ To get me there ♪
♪ It feels like ♪
♪ I've been everywhere ♪

[Laughs]

[Breath quavers]

You saved my life.

We saved each other.

♪ Round and round the world will spin ♪
♪ Oh, the circle never ends ♪
♪ So you know that I'll be coming home ♪

[Both laugh]

Thank you.

♪ It may be long to get me there ♪

I'm... I'm out.

I-I don't know what say.

Wh-What now?

[Exhales]

[Car door opens]

Hi, Daddy.

♪ Coming home ♪
♪ I'm coming, I'm coming ♪
♪ Coming home ♪
♪ I'm coming ♪
♪ I'm coming ♪

[Car door closes]

♪ I'll be coming ♪
♪ I'm coming ♪
♪ You know that I'll be ♪
♪ Coming home ♪

[Stifled gasp]

♪ I'll be coming home ♪
♪ I will do anything ♪

[Both crying]

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

[Crying, laughing]

♪ I'll be coming home ♪
♪ It may be long to get me there ♪

[Gerald gasping]

♪ Feels like I've been everywhere ♪
♪ But someday I'll be coming home ♪
♪ You know that I'll be coming home ♪