02x14 - White Matter & The Ways Back

[bunniefuu]

Previously on "Rosewood"...

Damn! You had to hit him that hard?

He smells like hookers and cheap tequila.

Not cheap... broke.

Flat-ass broke.

I was thinking about that conversation we had the other day.

The one where we were talking about finding an investor for the lab.

I don't remember having that conversation with you.

You have put your heart and soul into this lab.

We have got to find the right person.

Now, are you sure you want to be my partner?

If your health, you know, takes its toll again, then at least you'll know the lab is in good hands.

So we're doing this.

I ran the additional tests you asked for.

Do you have family?

Yes, but they don't know I'm here.

I think you're gonna need them.

(metal clanging)

♪ Yeah ♪
♪ When you're feeling lost and all alone ♪
♪ Hold on to your friends, and you'll be home ♪
♪ The ones who have been there know it's a fact ♪
♪ The only way forward is to find ♪

(blender whirs)

♪ The ways back ♪

♪♪

(elevator bell dings)

(elevator bell dings)

Hey. Aww, thank you.

Can you believe this weather?

I mean, it's like the sun gave me a hug.

(chuckles) You hate hugs.

Well, depends on who's giving them.

Someone woke up on the Rosie side of the bed.

Actually, I, um, slept a little weird.

I got this pain in my neck.

It's radiating down to my ass, but at least I get to be around some of the greatest people in the world.

You okay?

Yeah.

Is, uh, is everything all right with...

[whispering] my mom?

Yeah. Never better.

I mean, Daisie and I are like two seniors at an after-prom party.

Sorry I asked.

We got a warm one... high-rise off Brickell.

You're up.

Well, Hornstock is next in rotation.

I want you on it.

Tag Rosie in. M.E.s have their hands full.

We just closed the Ogden case.

That's right. You did. See?

You're all loose. You're ready to play.

You don't pull your ace in the third inning when they're on fire.

I love that metaphor. I love that strategy.

I mean, Rosie and Villa make a great team.

Well-chosen, Cap.

♪♪

What's wrong with him?

I don't know.

Everything okay with, uh, him and... your mama?

Yeah. I don't know what this is.

I mean, if he starts drinking green juice and babbling about sunsets, we should be worried.

You know, teamwork makes the dream work.

That's all you have to remember.

I will.

All right?

Something's weird.

It's got all the latest amenities... key fob doors, magnetic rail elevators, the latest in tenant protection.

We're not looking to buy a condo.

A man was k*lled in your building.

I'm beyond shaken over what happened to Mr. Huff.

We take security very seriously.

As I was saying, the virtual concierge system monitors all comings and goings.

Tenants scan their thumb, like so.

(beep)

And the operator confirms.

I have them installed in all of my buildings.

Each one feeds into a central hub.

It is the most advanced security system on the market.

Not advanced enough.

This records?

Yes.

Do we have access?

It's on a 72-hour loop, and the company's based out of Mumbai, so...

(beep)

We'll get it to you. Just might take some time.

Female Voice: I can have it to you tomorrow.

(chuckles) Apologies for startling you.

I'm Hala, the concierge operator.

And I'm Dr. Beaumont Rosewood Jr.

I take it you won't be delivering that footage in person.

I'm afraid not.

But it is a great pleasue to meet you, Dr. Rosewood.

And it was a pleasure to meet you, too, Hala.

And I hope you have a wonderful Holi Purnima...

Uh, Villa, we were talking, okay?

What? I can't wish her a happy holidays?

Experiencing Holi, the Indian festival of colors, is on my bucket list.

And it actually should be on yours, too, 'cause it's really, really, really nice.

(camera shutter clicks)

I need to talk to the tenant who found this body.

Uh, Hala alerted the authorities when she noticed that Mr. Huff hadn't left the building for a few days.

No one noticed him lying dead in an elevator for a few days?

Other than Mr. Huff, the building is technically unoccupied.

The majority of my building's tenants... they live outside the country.

American real estate is a solid investment.

Tenants, they buy up a few units and they never move in.

So the k*ller could have entered this elevator at any unoccupied floor.

No. Not possible.

The elevator, it's programmed to stop only at occupied floors, which, in this case, was Mr. Huff's floor.

The only other stop is the lobby.

And the concierge keeps that clear of any riffraff.

So, I assume the elevator has an emergency hatch?

Yes, but you have to remove a ceiling tile, and the only way to access the shaft is with a key fob and a code.

We take security very...

You said that already.

Okay, so, is this building haunted?

Because Bobby Huff was att*cked by someone while the elevator was in motion.

Now, if you're telling me that there's no way onto it, then we're looking at an impossible m*rder.

My guess is, what, death by ghost?

Okay, we're gonna need a list of your non-tenant tenants and how to reach them, and don't forget the security footage.

Let's take a look at Bobby's apartment.

You can wait in the hall for us.

Ooh. That's a lot of meat for a guy living by himself.

Looks like Bobby had money to burn.

More like credit to burn.

There was nothing but overdue notices in his mail.

Well, guess we had more in common than love of gadgets.

♪♪

We have another thing in common.

We're both fans of classic TV.

You say "fan," I say "stalker."

Villa, come on. Don't confuse passion with obsession.

"The Ways Back" touched a lot of people.

Including Emmy voters.

(light clatter)

♪♪

(snarling)

That explains the raw meat.

Cute dog.

It's not a dog. Canis lupus.

It's a wolf.

♪ The ones who have been there know it's a fact ♪
♪ The only way forward is to fiiiind ♪

Whoa.

♪ The ways back ♪

Come on, guys. It's a great theme song. You don't know it?

This guy... I mean, seriously.

TMI, I'm sure, is whistling it right now at her neuropathology conference.

No, it's before our time.

Be that as it may, the struggles of Toby Weizbeck are timeless.

I mean, who hasn't been shoved into a locker while dressed as Nikola Tesla?

Pretty much everyone.

Subscapular hemorrhaging at the top of the cranium indicates blunt-force trauma.

And the X-ray shows a ring fracture at the base of the skull.

So someone smashed Bobby Huff over the head with a heavy object.

Which broke his neck and k*lled him almost instantly.

So, how did someone sneak up on him in an elevator?

Well, maybe it was somebody he knew.

Well, then Bobby must have had some impressive friends, because this someone knew how to bypass the most high-tech security system on the market and slip onto an elevator undetected.

Skin lesions?

Nope... bite marks.

From a Rocky Mountain wood tick.

The wolf in Bobby's apartment was covered with them.

Okay, well, what's this? That's not a bite, is it?

I noticed that earlier... some sort of indentation.

Scan it to identify the image.

Kind of looks like, um, like a logo?

Maybe it is.

And I know where he bought it.

Eduardo's a pro.

He resized Chris Bosh's championship ring.

This is where Bobby Huff got that ring.

And you know this because...?

Because I was... looking at some jewelry recently.

With Tawnya.

You know, I-I don't get why they keep the glass so clean.

I mean, it's a jeweler.

We know what's going on inside.

Do we really need to see it?

This certainly is Mr. Rast's ring.

You already called him?

As soon as you phoned. He should be on his way.

I could never forget this piece.

Hideous.

Designed the logo himself.

And I had to make four of them.

(doorbell rings)

(buzzer)

Yo! 'Uardo! You called?

Alan Rast?

Yeah?

EMPD. I have some questions for you.

(groans)

Why do they always run?

♪♪

I can't believe Bobby's gone.

I mean, I saw him the other day. He was fine.

Well, now he's dead.

And we thought you might know why.

Maybe he got into a fight?

Fight? Bobby? No.

He was like a brother.I would never hurt him.

Then why'd you brand his face with your ring?

He talked trash, you gave him a little sweet chin music, things escalated, so you k*lled him.

And then you ran.

No, you are talking nonsense. I ran...

Through a glass door.

I saw your badge.

I figured you was after me for some less-than-legal bets that I may or may not have made.

I didn't know it had to do... with Bobby.

Micah: Rast.

Hey.

Hey.

(sniffles)

Hey.

My friend didn't do anything wrong.

Destruction of property, resisting arrest, illegal wagering... your bro did a few things wrong.

And your other buddy...

Please.

Just let me tell them.

Tell us what?

We've known Bobby since we were kids.

We went to the same school.

Yeah, we did everything together.

That's why I made these rings. They represent our bond.

I want to see his body.

It's being autopsied.

I don't consent. You can't do that to Bobby.

I'm sorry, but his body is the best clue that we have to finding his k*ller.

It's my fault.

He d*ed 'cause of my fame.

You're...

I'm Micah Holmes. I starred in...

"The Ways Back."

You look different.

Yeah, thanks to 20 years and puberty.

So, Bobby wasn't a crazed fan, was he?

No, he was my best friend.

And I owe him everything.

Wu: Bobby's pops is Irv Huff, big-time producer.

He created "The Ways Back."

They had an open-casting call, and Bobby brought Micah.

Nailed the audition, got the part.

The rest is Hollywood history.

After the show got canceled, I found out that my parents spent... everything.

Bobby had my back.

He brought us out of L.A. He put us up.

He got us back on our feet.

I owe him my life.

Where were you the night he d*ed?

My place.

We all were.

Wu: Friday's family dinner night.

It's our tradition because we come from broken homes.

Your friends are your family.

The Rosewoods dine on Sundays.I look forward to it every week.

Bobby always cooks, but he, uh, he didn't, um, he didn't show this time.

You didn't think to check on him sooner?

Micah: Bobby can be a bit of a flake.

Mm.

But we don't hold it against him.

You wouldn't understand.

Well, why don't you help us understand?

You want proof?

Bobby's menu, Friday night.

Kevin Bacon wrapped shrimp?

Yeah, he, uh, he had a thing for wordplay.

So, what'd you guys eat when Bobby didn't show?

I grabbed takeout from Fu-Tang's.

We'll confirm that. And we do need to test your rings.

♪♪

You know, I chose the blue one 'cause I like blue, but this is way over my head.

Yeah, it's probably...

Rosewood: All right. Here we go.

So, what's the ETA on tox?

What happened?

Well, no...

Donna: Wonderful.

Now that you're back, I'd like to call a team meeting.

Mom happened.

I, for one, have been appreciating the strong female energy.

Now, I know that you're on a case, but putting off financial matters isn't going to help.

One of the first things that we can do to pull ourselves out of this financial hole is to stop using the company card for personal expenses.

Now, I don't know what the "escape room" is...

It was a team-building exercise.

Right?

Uh-huh.

I'd also like to do a dust check, which means any and all superfluous equipment that is not being used, we sell to generate cash flow.

Yeah, but a lot of these are special-order.

Which means very expensive.

You know, no offense to our new investor, but we are in the middle of a case here, so...

Pippy: Right. That's right.

(computer warbles)

Oh.

Okay, look.

Preliminary toxicology screening shows... high levels of opiates in Bobby's system.

(keyboard clacking)

Okay, so, CT scan shows... white matter infarcts in the brain, which normally indicates long-term drug use.

But it doesn't appear tied to cause of death.

Well, and it also doesn't explain how someone snuck onto a moving elevator.

Well, these might help.

I need those swabbed.

If any one of Bobby's friends att*cked him, his DNA would be on their ring.

Mm.

But I hope we find nothing.

So, still no clue how someone snuck onto that elevator.

What did we get from the security video?

I think it's alien brainwashing.

Only thing that makes sense.

He's been smiling all day.

I mean, I'm honestly scared for him.

Well, people change. That's not always a bad thing.

Or maybe it's just my infectious smile that's spread all...

Like a disease.

No, I'm the cure, Villa.

He's been Rosie-fied. And you're next.

(knocks) Hey.

I decompressed that feed sent over by the virtual concierge.

Okay, did you get any messages or anything?

Maybe a way to contact her?

Nothing.

All right, thanks.

What? She's an important witness.

She's your dream woman.

Nothing but upside because she's just a voice.

No, no, she's not just a voice. She's a real person, Villa.

A real person with a body.

Hey, guys. Uh, would either of you like a smoothie?

I'm heading to the new juice bar on Second.

I figured I'd pick up some for the squad.

I'm hearing very good things about the Sprouted Almond Surprise.

I'm good.

Okay. You change your mind, text me. Let me know.

Okay.

Thanks.

Rosie-fied.

♪♪

There's nothing else?

Nope, that's all they sent over.

There's no other footage.

Wait.

What if someone tampered with the camera?

Villa: Okay, I'll bite.

You're gloating that you Rosie-fied Hornstock.

Yes, yeah, I am.

But, you know, I was thinking about Micah and his buddies.

You know, they say that fame changes people, but that friendship reminds me of my boys.

Your boys?

Yeah, crew I used to run with back in junior high school...

J.J., Squints, and Milo.

I mean, we did everything together.

Oh, I bet you didn't m*rder together.

Don't Villa-fy a real moment.

I...

Okay, look, you know that they didn't k*ll Bobby, and you know they didn't shut off that camera.

No one did.

The camera has a motion sensor.

It's how the concierge can watch all my buildings.

Please don't tell me that's why you dragged me all the way down here.

I'm in the middle of closing on 50 condo units in Palm Acres.

We're in the middle of a m*rder investigation.

Tell me again how employing one camera operator makes this building more secure.

It doesn't... just saves money on personnel.

And so does the motion sensor.

Real estate is a game of inches, spatially and monetarily.

All right, let's ask Hala.

(beep)

I'd like to hear it from her mouth.

Her mouth? She's a machine.

Villa, she's people, okay?

And if I have to hear the same thing that Chuck's saying, I'd prefer to hear it in her dulcet tones.

Hala: Mr. Furwell is correct.

I monitor every building, but I can assure you... no oe gets in without me knowing.

Ah, see? That's much better.

Maybe the k*ller never left.

(clears throat)

The elevator only stops on the 20th floor.

You already checked that floor.

There's no way a m*rder*r is just lurking around.

I designed this place to keep my tenants safe.

Oh, great job with that.

(ding)

I thought Bobby Huff was your only tenant living in the building.

Why is the 11th floor lit up?

He was. It... It must be some sort of glitch.

Well, then we won't find anything.

(elevator bell dings)

♪♪

Woman on TV: First, we're gonna be starting with 1/4 cup of olive oil.

That's not necessary. There's no one up here.

Oh, yeah? This a glitch, too?

(indistinct talking on TV)

And garlic needs about 30 seconds to a minute...

(Eastern European accent) Chucky.

You brought guests.

Detective Villa, East Miami PD. Who are you?

Pretty sure she's his mistress.

♪♪

Rosie, keep your eyes on Furwell.

I got it.

I'm zeroed in on this bitch.

Okay, so, tell me why Chucky moved you into his empty building and neglected to tell us.

I just moved to the U.S.

Chucky was generous and offered this.

He's a good man.

And a gentle lover.

You see, I-I-I'm married.

Yeah, we see.

Okay, which one of you guys att*cked Bobby?

Furwell: We didn't k*ll him.

The whole point was to keep Alina secret, which is why someone was supposed to vacate until this whole thing blew over.

I haven't left the apartment for days.

My visa may be a bit expired.

We filed for a renewal.

I am innocent.

I like Bobby. He had kind eyes.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. S-So you knew Bobby?

We met by accident one time.

My Etsy order had arrived, and we were right outside the hallway, and it was super-funny moment.

Oh, so Bobby knew your secret?

Where's Furwell? Wh...

We have a suspect on the run.

♪♪

Where's Chuck Furwell?

Where's Chuck Furwell?!

(indistinct conversations)

You look like you're in charge around here.

And you look like you charge by the hour.

How much for some hot cocoa?

More than your boss probably pays.

Where is he?

Paris? Tulum? He's quite the globetrotter.

Oh, that's interesting, because I also have two officers who say they spotted Furwell enter this office building about 20 minutes ago.

Unless you've got a direct line to Magic Mike, I don't think I'm gonna be able to help you.

(beep, whirring)

East Miami PD! Drop it!

Stop what you're doing.

(handcuffs click)

You realize we have people to piece those together, right?

Slade: We should be a little careful with Furwell.

The man has more attorneys on payroll than actual employees.

Well, I think Bobby blackmailed Furwell about his mistress, so Furwell k*lled him.

We have means, motive, and opportunity.

Yeah, but no m*rder w*apon.

We find that, not even the suits will be able to protect him.

I just need to get back to Magic City to determine what w*apon.

Well, check the post office.

Maybe he ordered it from the same place he got his girlfriend.

Hello.

I'm Detective Ira Hornstock. I'd like to ask you a few questions.

I want lawyers. Lots of them.

Can't hurt to try.

Thank you.

(door closes)

(sighs)

Well, okay, all right, look.

I don't know what your angle is, but you made your point.

Now you know what I need?

I need some of that old Ira Hornstock magic so we can solve this case.

Hmm?

We can't hold him in there much longer. You know that.

Magic?

Cap, I'm not a wizard.

Okay, it's all about hard work and dedication.

I'm doing the same thing I've always done... except with a... little more heart.

See ya, Cap.

Text me as soon as you have an update.

Will do.

Micah: I have an update.

Um, I couldn't say anything in front of the guys, um, but I know why Bobby's face was marked with our ring.

I really hope this doesn't end with her slapping cuffs on you.

Can... Can we talk somewhere more private?

I was with Bobby the day before he d*ed.

Bobby had, um, addiction issues.

H-He'd been clean for years, but he relapsed.

He called me, frantic, so I rushed over there.

He had that mark on his face.

Said he'd blacked out and woke up on the floor.

Must have fallen on the ring.

And he asked me not to tell anyone.

He said it was just a bump in the road, and I believed him.

When he didn't come to dinner that night, I didn't know what to do.

Well, why not tell your brothers?

Because he blames himself.

Bobby gave me my start, but he could never get his own career going.

And I tried to help him, but he spiraled.

When the show got canceled, we just... joined him at the bottom.

10-year bender.

And then, one night, we had this rager at the Casa.

Wall-to-wall people.

Even Bobby's wolf was stoned.

And he turns, and Bobby says... he didn't know anybody there.

And I didn't know anybody, either.

So when I finally sobered up, we decided to turn our lives around.

I asked Bobby to be my chef.

You pay all your friends to be your friends?

"Pay."

Um, Bobby was the one with the money.

Our house, our lifestyle... that all came from Bobby's dad because mine robbed me blind.

It's always the ones closest to us that hurt us the most.

Well, not my boys.

We pick each other up.

Wu taught himself Quicken to keep our finances in order.

I helped Rast get his GED.

And Bobby...

Bobby was our chef.

Promise me you will find his k*ller.

Donna: Son.

I've been spring-cleaning.

Who knew we had so much storage space?

And all of it is being used!

But, like I was telling Mom, it's not really fair to do this stuff without TMI here.

Do you even know what they do?

Do you?

Well, we can always employ the KonMari method, where you only keep the things that bring you joy, but I have to admit...

everything brings me joy.

All right, Mom, listen, I really appreciate you trying to help, but you never know when you're gonna need some things.

From the look of it, you have not needed any of these.

You're a genius. You are a genius.

I am?

I think I can use this 3D printer to help solve Bobby Huff's m*rder.

Pippy, Mitchie, you guys get this thing online.

Like I said, you never know when you're gonna need something, and that's why we're not gonna sell anything.

Pippy: (chuckles)

That's right.

The scanner feeds the data from the wound into the 3D printer, which creates a model of whatever w*apon k*lled Bobby Huff.

Yeah, it... it's just gonna take a minute to warm up.

(chuckling) Um, it's been a while, so...

Press "30 seconds." there.

(printer whirring)

Mitchie: So, it looks like it's approximately 8 inches in diameter.

Um, based on the fractures, it's anywhere between 15 and 75 pounds.

Made of hard wood or metal.

But that's a guess.

I mean, there's not enough information to determine impact velocity.

Pippy: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Is it just me, or does that award look a lot like the m*rder w*apon you're describing?

There was no award found in Bobby Huff's apartment.

And that looks like his place.

And only one of our suspects ever won an HMA Young Actor award... for "The Ways Back," obviously.

That's the same suspect that would let his best friend keep it as a gift.

I need to see Micah Holmes again.

(engine shuts off)

Wow.

Bobby Huff lives in an apartment, and his friends live here.

Well, it can be tough being around family 24/7.

Maybe he needed space.

How are things going with the new investor?

Different.

You know, relationships change, but that doesn't mean they stop being the people you care about.

Oh, gosh. I sound like Hornstock.

You are infectious.

Rosie's going viral.

Micah: You son of a bitch!

Aah!

I told you to back off!

Traitor!

Hey, hey! Everybody, stop!

Slowly turn around.

(camera shutter clicking)

Break it up!

♪♪

So, Micah, tell me why you and your BFFs were at each other's throats.

Hmm?

Micah Holmes is a punk and a liar.

Why? Because he k*lled Bobby Huff?

This is between the three of us.

Hornstock: I get it.

You know, sometimes you're gonna butt heads with your brothers.

My friend Butters, he always has my back, but you get us together on the back nine at Crandon with money on the line... forget it.

But it doesn't mean I don't still love the son of a bitch.

Vila: Stop with the best-friend act.

We pulled voicemails off your phones.

Let's just say...

Bobby had some strong words for all of you.

You admitted you saw him after he relapsed, but I think things got heated.

Why couldn't he pull himself up, like you?

Why was he such deadweight?

So Micah smashed him in the head with an HMA award.

And when you and Wu found out, you att*cked him.

Hornstock: Look, I-I respect you not talking.

You know how many scumbags come in here ratting out their wives, their husbands... even their mothers.

What you have is beautiful.

Cherish it.

What's your take?

Well, I see micro expressions indicating that all three men are lying.

No, no, no... with Hornstock.

He's trying to get me to lash out, huh?

I mean, this is his play to try to get my job.

Well, maybe he's just finally looking at the world through a Rosier lens.

I'll be right back. I got to make a call.

(cellphone vibrates)

That makes two of us.

Has Tweedle Dum-Dum said anything?

Excuse me.

No.

No, but I, uh...

I worked through some stuff.

Okay, what is wrong with you?

What? I'm trying a new tactic.

Empathy. You should give it a spin.

You complimented Feldheim's tie.

I can't appreciate a nice paisley?

Look, Villa, okay, you have to put yourself in these guys' shoes.

They had everything and lost it.

This isn't about Bobby.

It's about the reboot.

What reboot?

Hey, Mario Lopez here, and we've got an "Extra" exclusive.

Emmy Award-winning series "The Ways Back", the show that introduced the world to fish-out-of-water Toby Weizbeck and his misfit friends, is returning to television nearly 20 years after airing its final episode.

Now, one of the show's original producers, Joel Schiffman, let it slip the other day that he's in discussion with several networks about a possible reboot.

"The Ways Back" star Katarina Van Pelt has responded with a tweet saying, "Family reunion. Who's ready?"

A few months ago, some Hollywood producers reached out to me about rebooting "The Ways Back"... with my character as an adult.

Too bad you're still a child.

The deal isn't even done.

I built you a website.I run your Instagram.

I answer every single fan e-mail... even the sex stuff.

How could you not tell me?

You were gonna leave for L.A. without them.

A fresh start.

(sighs)

I was trying to build up the courage to tell you.

I don't want to make the same mistakes I did as a kid.

This is my last sh*t.

So you just... You leave us behind?

Bobby got to move out. Why can't I?

Mm-hmm.

He moved out because of you.

We came to Miami for you.

That's right.

We've always had your back.

And you only cared about yourself and your fame.

Hornstock: Look, you guys are like family.

Okay, I get why you're fighting, but why is Bobby dead?

Rosewood: They don't know that, because they weren't there.

This is Roy and Arnold, photographers to the stars.

They were outside of Micah's house the past week for the "'90s Stars: Where Are They Now?"

They uploaded some photos of the night that Bobby was m*rder*d.

Here's Rast delivering food.

Micah and Wu meeting him at the door.

They never even left that night.

So they couldn't have k*lled him.

Told you.

Did I, uh, make it in time for show-and-tell?

Hmm.

You recognize this shiny piece of self-worth?

Got your name on it.

Mm. You found the m*rder w*apon.

The k*ller stole it from Bobby's apartment.

Sold it to this cat lady in Hialeah using an online dummy account.

We're tracking down the location of the original IP address, but in the meantime, what do you say we figure out which one of these clowns is gunning for Best Actor?

♪♪

(sighs)

It's clean. There's no blood.

There's no hair or fibers in the sample that we took.

So that's not what k*lled Bobby.

Maybe it was a Golden Globe?

See that ring fracture at the base of Bobby's skull?

His head was forced down by impact, causing cranial fractures.

What am I... What am I missing?

Exactly. We missed the fractured bevel.

See, we assumed that someone smashed something onto Bobby's head.

His head was forced down sharply.

Given the spatial limitations of the elevator...

Pippy: Someone would have had to have been taller, stronger, faster, and able to sneak onto a moving elevator.

I mean, how is that even humanly possible?

It wasn't.

You see anything?

A ghost?

Wha...

I was kidding about the ghost.

Rosie, you don't actually think there's a ghost in here, right?

Well, there might be a ghost, but that's not what k*lled Bobby.

So, somehow, the k*ller climbed through the emergency hatch and smashed Bobby on the head?

No.

No one hit him.

Bobby Huff was alone that night, but he wasn't really alone.

Someone sabotaged the elevator.

They used the elevator's magnetic rail system to rocket the car up to the 20th floor.

(slam)

And then they used Bobby's own momentum to k*ll him.

So you're saying the elevator is the m*rder w*apon?

See, there's a small dent in the ceiling right about here.

That's from the impact.

Question is, who had the technical prowess to pull that off?

(doorbell rings)

Coming!

(sighs)

Rick Wu.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

I wasn't at Bobby's apartment when he d*ed.

You proved that! I couldn't have k*lled him!

You didn't need to be.

You hacked into the building's security system and messed with the elevator's acceleration.

Which flung him into the ceiling.

Deadly inertia. The impact broke his neck.

You were the only one in the crew with the know-how to pull that off.

Even if I could somehow pull that hack off, why would I k*ll him?

Bobby was running low on cash after his dad cut him off.

Supporting you guys wasn't cheap.

And his bank records show he recently got a cash advance from a publisher.

He was selling your secrets to the highest bidder.

Tell-all meets cookbook... sounds like a fun read.

Micah mentioned you were handling everyone's finances.

You saw the transaction.

Yeah, what do they call it in accounting?

Protecting your assets?

You all got into some bad stuff when you were at the bottom... stuff you didn't want out there, so you k*lled Bobby to protect your secrets.

That's not true!

I love Bobby like he was my own family!

I wouldn't k*ll him! This is crazy!

Well, love makes you do some crazy things... even to family.

♪♪

You're in a funk and you're not talking to me?

Oh, you're breaking all kinds of sibling codes, bro.

What's going on?

I can't believe I was wrong about those guys.

They were tearing each other apart.

(laughs)

That doesn't mean they didn't love each other.

You know the worst fights are always between family...

'cause they're the ones that know you the best.

The only reason that Mom is bothering us is 'cause we're used to seeing her as just "Mom."

But now she's something more.

Come on. People change.

But love... love doesn't change.

Exactly.

Rick Wu hadn't changed in 20 years.

He wasn't a k*ller then. He isn't one now.

I've got one more test to run.

Yeah, but... the body's down here.

You here to make me confess?

I want you to tell me about Bobby.

I didn't k*ll him. None of us did.

That's not what I'm asking.

What was he like as a friend?

You know, I had friends growing up.

We were inseparable, just like you guys.

Then, one day, I got really sick, and they never came to visit me in the hospital.

I thought they changed.

So, when I got better I forgot about them and I made new friends.

And years later, they told me that the reason they didn't come visit me was 'cause they didn't want to see me like that.

It was too painful for them.

They hadn't changed.

I changed.

I don't believe that you k*lled Bobby.

Micah never saw what "The Ways Back" did to Bobby.

It crushed him.

His own dad wouldn't even let him be an extra.

But...

Bobby bottled it up and supported Micah.

He was that good of a friend.

He didn't want to burden anyone with his pain.

If he hadn't d*ed in that elevator, he'd have let this reboot end him.

(voice breaking) And he wouldn't have said a word.

♪♪

Villa: Why are we here?

I'm pretty sure we covered the entire building.

Rosewood: Almost done.

Hey, don't mind the wait. Gives us time to chitchat.

So, how's Adrian?

I get that you're seeing the world with fresh eyes.

It's your life.

But, I mean, I don't see what was wrong with the old Hornstock.

Okay, so, the only way the elevator would have accelerated that quickly is if someone had interfered with the velocity transducer, which is in there.

We thought Rick Wu had hacked into the access-control system, but the transducer ran on a separate network.

So whoever k*lled Bobby Huff had to go in there and manually adjust the transducer.

How do you know all this?

Basic systems engineering, Villa.

You know, you'd better study up, or the future's gonna pass you by.

Who do you think installed the tablets at Magic City?

Hala: Dr. Rosewood.

I see you so often, I feel like you are a tenant.

Well, sadly, this place is a little outside my price range.

You know, I think you two should tie the knot.

Does it count as eloping if she's attached to the ground?

Is Roomba your best man?

Best machine.

(coughing raspily)

You all right?

Fighting a cold. Nothing serious.

All right, you take care of yourself.

(sighs)

So, like I was saying, the fiberglass installation around the transducer was all over the access tunnel, so whoever went in there would have fiberglass in their nasal passages.

I tested Wu. His nose was clean.

So he's innocent.

So who... Who k*lled Bobby Huff?

♪♪

Take your eminent domain and shove it up your ass!

Claudine: (coughs)

(raspily) Good afternoon, Ms. Portsmith.

I hope you had a pleasant run.

Claudine.

Or should I call you Hala?

What's your real name?

Soon, it'll be Inmate 57798.

You forgot to disguise your IP address when you sold Bobby's award.

It led us right to you.

Although, your voice was all I needed to hear.

And that hickey that's spreading across your neck... it's actually a tick-borne typhus.

It's a nasty disease that you picked up from Bobby's pet wolf.

Causes rashes all over your body, and it also affects your vocal cords.

I have been cleared of all wrongdoing, so get out, or I'm gonna take you to court.

We're here for your assistant.

She m*rder*d your tenant Bobby Huff.

And you're also to blame, 'cause you lied to us about that virtual concierge being based in India.

Mumbai's not as cheap as it used to be, so I had my assistant handle the concierge.

Why would she k*ll a tenant?

Because Claudine here has sticky fingers and expensive taste.

She used her access to your building's security system to rob your tenants.

She waited till they weren't home, then she unlocked their doors remotely.

But Bobby Huff was home.

Bobby caught you.

And he was gonna rat you out to your boss, so you m*rder*d him.

Because you could get a job anywhere.

Going away for grand larceny... that's 5 to 15 in state prison.

And I'm guessing orange isn't your color.

Get up.

I... I didn't...

You might want to choose your words carefully from here on out.

(handcuffs click, people murmuring)

Claudine's headed straight to court after she gets out of the hospital.

Furwell's covering her legal fees.

Well, at least Bobby Huff can now rest.

Dr. Rosewood.

I just wanted to thank you and Detective Villa before I left.

We're having a table read of "The Ways Back" reboot in Los Angeles.

We fly out in a few hours.

Oh. One-way ticket?

For all of us.

Wu found a rental by the beach... three-bedroom.

We've had our rough patches, but family always sticks together... no matter what.

I just wish Bobby could be there for our next chapter.

But I guess, in a way... he'll always be with us.

You know, Bobby didn't take that advance.

For the book.

Told the publisher to cancel the deal.

Said that he can never sell out his brothers.

(chuckles)

♪♪

(knock on door)

All right, hold on. Hold on.

♪♪

Mmm!

Smell that, right?

That smells so good, big bro!

Did somebody finally open the Barefoot Contessa cookbook I gave them for Christmas?

You know Ina Garten's definitely at my dream dinner table, right between Albert Einstein and Karl Lagerfeld.

(laughs)

But tonight is not just about cooking a delicious feast for the women that I love.

I want to talk about Magic City.

Please, before you say anything, I want you to know that I am sorry about misunderstandings at the lab.

You don't have to apologize. Nothing to be sorry for.

No, please, baby, you don't have to spare my feelings.

I think of everyone in that lab as part of my family, by choice.

But now that I'm an investor, we're more than family.

Meaning?

We just have to be open and honest about how that lab functions, and I need to treat you more like a partner and not just my son.

So does that make this more of a business dinner?

No.

'Cause we can't drink, if that's the case.

Give me that.

(laughs)

We're talking about the lab.

You can't take family out of family dinner unless those beans don't deliver.

Oh, I know you're not talking about my green beans.

We are talking. I'm taking my family to more...

Now, you know my green beans deliver, okay?

♪♪

There he is.

Thanks for stopping by.

I got a vegan burrito with your name on it.

Extra avocado.

Well, I don't know who slipped you the Rosewood playbook, but you must have been studying it the past few days.

Extra avocado... that's expert level.

Well, I've been meaning to talk to you about that.

You've been Rosie-fied.

Embrace it. It's a beautiful thing.

(elevator bell dings)

I'd just like to know why you've suddenly seen the light.

I know you're sick.

♪♪

I'm a detective. I follow clues for a living.

You got a new investor, you freakin' put Mitchie out in the field.

You've been putting your affairs in order, and I was wondering why.

So I followed you to your doctor's office.

So why the new attitude?

To let you know you're not alone in this... that if Ira Hornstock's walking around with a smile on his face, you can b*at anything.

Thanks.

I appreciate that.

I don't doubt myself, but it's good to have your smile as a reminder.

Oh, and, uh, you might want to tone that down a notch.

You're starting to scare everyone.

They're calling you "Woodstock."

What do you think... 5%?

Try 50%.

Have you told your family yet?

No.

No, there's too much going on around here to throw this into the mix.

I still have another few weeks before I start my dialysis.

Well, I'm here for you, Rosie.

You need a ride to the doctor or you need to hear a corny dad joke, I'm your guy.

Thanks.

♪♪

(door closes)