02x19 - Naegleria & Neighborhood Watch

[bunniefuu]

Previously on "Rosewood"...

You will never get one-up on me, son.

Dad, I fired you as my doctor years ago.

What are you talking about?

And that was a mistake.

Why'd you come to the game?

To tell you I'm not talking

about the end of my marriage with you.

Donna: The next battle
you fight will not be one

that you can handle alone.

You know about my dialysis.

I'm not gonna risk your
life to save my own.

You need a kidney or
you're not gonna make it.

For a guy who needs a kidney transplant,

you're going kind of hard.

You taking my pulse?

I run a seven-minute mile, I bench .

I think I'm gonna be all right.

I just got to make sure.

♪

Slade: All right, listen up.

Apparently, we have a vigilante

that keeps resurfacing in Little Havana.

People are calling him "Santo."

Now, Santo... he isn't some
crackpot cherub of justice.

This man is highly skilled.

Recently, he's focused his attention

on the Calle Ocho cartel,

which you guys are all aware
are notorious for robbing

the local businesses in Little Havana.

Two things you should
know about Santo...

he never kills, he never uses a g*n.

His w*apon of choice...

a baton.

Aah!

Hornstock: Okay, my two cents...

the longer Santo is out there,

the more he will inspire
other nutjobs to copy him.

Perhaps, but like it or not,

this son of a bitch is
getting the job done.

You see, I like to call it God's work.

Now, lucky for us, one of my C.I.s

just got the drop on a person
who fits Santo's description

last seen outside a
building in the area.

Got a couple units
heading over there now.

Ira...

you care to run point?

[Tires screech]

Police! Get down!

I got two!

[Man groans]

They're still alive.

Call an ambulance.

Officer: You got it, Detective.

Two inside! Two inside!

...bound and unconscious

by the hands of
local legend Santo.

This is his fourth
citizen's arrest

this past month.

I'm Eagle Eye Ian Gutierrez,
your eye in the sky.

Any chance Santo might be
able to save us tonight?

There's always a chance.

There is not a chance.

We all know the deal.

Rosie is having kidney
transplant surgery in two days.

Lucky for y'all, Pippy's got a plan

to make sure that his stay
in the hospital is on point.

Okay, so we are doing...

a makeover.

[Laughs]

Yeah, yeah, get excited.

I want his hospital
room to feel like home.

Okay, with that said,
Tee, you are in charge

of buying those bougie
little pillows that he likes

and some Pima cotton bedsheets.

I'm on it. Got it.

And, Mom, you are in
charge of Rosie's recovery.

Okay, now, those books in the study,

they're a start, okay,
but aromatherapy... ooh!

That's really great.

Vetiver oil, to be exact.

Okay, Pipp, look, taking care of me

pre- and post-surgery has
always been your thing,

and you've been incredible at it.

You're really done a good job.
Right? She's done a great job.

But I'm thinking maybe
that it's time that...

that I use my inside voice from now on.

Please do that.

Mitchie, I need you to
redress Rosie's room with stuff

that's already here, okay?

- Chairs, sofa, flat-screen.
- Sweet.

Anything I can do for Slade?

- Got that covered.
- And me?

I just need you to do
what you always do, okay?

Bring your surgery soundtrack...
"Steely Blue" on vinyl.

- Everything okay?
- Yes.

Yes, ma'am, everything is...

Good. Here we go.

I've got hard-copy
printouts of your to-do list.

Okay, there you go.

So, guys, you can read them
right there in black and white.

Please keep me in the
loop of any progress.

Do not make me find you.

All right, anybody hungry?

I am starving.

Pop! Hey!

[Laughing] Hey! There's my guy!

I'm a few days early. That okay?

Of course. Of course.

You're so early! Why didn't you tell us?

- Mmm!
- Hi!

Pippy.

It's a nice surprise. [Laughs]

You know?

TMI: Hey!

How you doing?

Good.

♪

♪ Cuenta que nos vamos ♪

♪ Voy sin freno, voy que quemo ♪

♪ Ven apaga el fuego ♪

♪ Voy sin freno, voy que quemo ♪

♪ Ven apaga el fuego ♪

Yeah, nice sh*t.

Hey, no, for real. This...
This is Carlito's, huh?

It is.

Yeah, I am digging
this new makeover, man.

Flat-screens, a gentleman's pour of rum,

the sweet scent of picadillo.

To Marcos and his work overseas...

the pride of Little Havana!

Salud!

Salud! Salud! Salud! Salud!

♪ El cuchillo y los
manteles nos vigilan ♪

♪ Trigueña, bonita ♪

♪ Y vas ♪

♪ Llevando mi
conquista a tu rincón ♪

Oh, yeah, the kid's still got it.

Yeah, whatever.

- Seal the deal with the...
- What'd you say?

Wow. She only gave you six numbers.

- Shut the...
- [Laughs]

You're stupid, man.

Uh, so, how's the job search going?

Slow, but I'll get there.

Why? You guys hiring?

Who?

EMPD.

Uh...

Probably. I mean, I don't...
I don't know, but I can ask.

I mean, if you're...

Wow. You really hit me
with the double "I mean."

- That's not good.
- What?

Of course it's good.
You're good, I'm good.

- [Cellphone buzzes]
- The triple "good"? That's even worse.

Relax. I'm just messing with you anyway.

A body on th and Memorial?

Yo, that's around the corner.

Mind if I go with you?

- Uh...
- Be your plus-one?

First of all, never say "plus-one."

Secondly, the position's
already occupied.

♪ Voy que quemo ♪

[Police radio chatter]

[Camera shutter clicks]

[Sirens wailing]

[Tires screech]

Villa: Oh, wow.

Satellite dish in your
hospital room... fancy.

Oh! Pippy tagged you
into the mix, huh? Nice.

Well, listen, feel free to say no.

But trust me... when
she sinks her teeth in,

she really sinks her teeth in.

Her latch game is strong.

I'll be there in the morning.

Meet our John Doe.

One of the locals spotted
him on their way to work.

No I.D., no nothing.

Looks like the cause of
death is blunt-force trauma.

Looking at the tram
track parallel contusions

across the body, I'd
say he was assaulted

with some type of steel rod or stick.

No signs of a struggle.

Or arterial spray, for that matter.

He must have been dumped off.

Look at that mark on his arm.

Looks like a pitchfork
inside a faded circle.

That's a trident spear.

Wait a second... Isn't
that the same mark

found on all of Santo's
"citizen's arrests"?

Oh, Villa, those are real arrests.

You don't need the air quotes.

Well, it must have been
from the baton he uses.

His wrists are bound
together by a green zip tie...

another one of Santo's signatures.

Yeah, but k*lling has
never been his M.O.

That's because his M.O. keeps switching.

In a month, Santo has gone

from breaking up bar
fights to making arrests.

I mean, in my opinion,
Santo looks good for this.

- Excuse me, Detective...
- Are you saying

that Santo has just
committed his first m*rder?

♪

[Door opens]

So, how's life in Pima cotton land?

- Glorious.
- Oh?

That bad, huh?

Well, Rosie's hand-woven
sheets are out of stock,

and I've searched
everywhere from the Internet,

the black market, and
my last option is...

wait for it... a sheet broker.

A sheet broker?

- Don't ask.
- Well, you know what?

The cost of booking a mover last minute

is a third of my savings.

Rosewood: Everything okay?

Couldn't be better. Fantastic.

I would say one of the
best days of the week.

Listen, if the stuff
with Pippy is too much,

you know you can tell me, right?

Rosie, you've done so much for us.

We're very happy to
be doing this for you.

Yeah, you didn't just give us a job.

You gave us a family.

We got your back, man, no matter what.

And you fear Pippy.

That also.

[Footsteps approach]

Hey. So, how's Slade feel
about our first TV close-up?

- How do you think?
- Not great.

Well, now that Santo
knows we're onto him,

we have to get in front of
this before he strikes again.

I ran the victim's prints through CODIS,

but no identity popped up.

We're checking other databases, as well.

- Anything here?
- Well, the aluminum baton

left a trace metal signature
on the arm and the leg.

TMI: The brand is
definitely a trident spear,

but even at maximum resolution,

we're struggling to make
out a really clear image.

Also found burns and flesh wounds

along John Doe's back and his legs.

And substantial swelling
in his liver and his spleen.

He had some type of liver disease.

- [Cellphone buzzes]
- You know, I can run

the peripheral blood smear

under the microscope,
see what that gets us.

- Okay.
- Leaving so soon?

Well, Feldheim canvassed Little Havana,

but nobody's talking.

If anyone can get them to talk, it's me.

Perks of being one of their own.

You want to come?

Thought you'd never ask.

♪

Okay, well, if you hear or
see anything, here's my card.

Wow. Wow. So, you grew up here?

Look, I'm just warming up.

Just warming up? That's
like the ninth person.

- 's the charm.
- 's the charm...

says no one.

You could commit a crime
here and not get arrested.

- Okay.
- No one could identify you.

No one would pick you out of a lineup.

[Bells jingle]

Yeah, see, this place will
put you in the right space.

Villa, tell me, what do you see

when you look at those anthuriums?

Flowers.

No, happiness, Villa.

- Okay? Abundance.
- Izzy: Leese!

It's me... Izzy!

Izzy Vermundo.

Don't you remember me?

Daisie and I used to work at Felipe's.

You remember Felipe's.

C-rating, three-day-old turrones.

The place was a disaster!

Right, right. Of course, of course.

- Izzy, how are you?
- Good, good.

You know, I hear you're a cop now.

I've heard stories about you two...

mainly him.

Good. So maybe you can help us out.

We're looking for anything
you might have on Santo.

Oh, come on, Leese.

You know we don't talk to the cops here.

But I can tell you
this... Santo is the reason

I got my stolen money returned.

And not just mine...

all the other businesses
in the neighborhood.

I never met the man,
but I am indebted to him.

He is the lead suspect in a m*rder.

Doesn't mean he did it.

Hey! Marcos!

Marcos: Miss Vermundo!

- How are the twins?
- Oh!

Wild, crazy, always hungry.

I'd lock up their food, but
I think they'd eat the locks.

- Right.
- Excuse me.

What are you doing here?

I'm meeting the
waitress from last night.

Can't show up empty-handed.

Figure some roses for her,
some daisies for my Daisie.

Cool points. Can never collect too many.

So, what's up? You guys
working on the case?

Yeah.

What? He asked. I answered.

Oh, I'm sorry. Was this a
violation of the sibling code?

- [Cellphone chimes]
- There's no sibling code.

Well, there needs to be... stat!

Update from the lab. Excuse me.

Extra set of eyes
ain't gonna hurt, Leese.

- Mnh-mnh.
- Let me help you.

There's nothing to help.

- Okay? We have this under control.
- All right.

Just got the X-rays back
from our John Doe's spine.

Turns out there's damage
to the inferior surfaces

between the T and the L .

An injury that significant
is normally related to hikers.

Or boot camp. I had that same injury.

Maybe your John Doe was in the m*llitary.

A friend of mine at the precinct said

Beaumont is working a case?

Two days before his surgery?

Well, we could tell him to slow down,

but when he is determined to
get justice for a victim...

Like a freight train with no brake.

Uh-huh.

No matter the personal cost.

Our son grew up to be a remarkable man.

Yes, he did.

Remember that doctor who told us

that he wouldn't make
it to his th birthday?

And I remember two parents
who fought to prove him wrong.

Two freight trains with no brake.

Everything we are, we owe to that boy.

- You okay?
- Yes, I'm fine.

[Clears throat]

Because he's gonna be fine.

You know, once I got close to the lab,

my ears started burning.

Now that I see the two of you,

let's just say my ears are on fire!

We were talking about you working a case

- two days before your surgery.
- Mm.

So, when are you gonna solve
this thing? What's the latest?

Well, our John Doe might
have been in the m*llitary.

If so, his liver condition
might be connected

to his service overseas.

Pippy: Oh, well, it was.

Tests revealed he had
visceral leishmaniasis.

Also known as black fever.

Huh. That's caused by
protozoan parasites, which is...

Common in Syria and the Middle East.

Yeah, and if he was
taking medication, then..

V.A. could have a record.

Could help us identify John Doe.

The man, the myth, the legend.

I see you, Pop. I see you.

Aw. That's great.

Hey, Pipp.

You, uh... free to grab a bite?

Oh, I forgot... we need a
record player for "Steely Blue."

Can you get on that?

The man, the myth, the
legend... whoever's available.

First she ignores me
at Beaumont's, now this.

Is there something I
need to be aware of?

You know, I could help
you figure this out,

but where's the fun in that?

Welcome home.

[Knock on door]

You wanted to see me, Cap?

Oh, there he is.

Yeah, what's the deal, Ira?

These past few weeks,

you've been the first
one in, last one out.

Just trying to get
ahead of the paperwork.

Which brings me to my next point...

your reports have been tip-top.

When are they not tip-top?

No, no, see, you don't understand.

Recently, they have been tip-top.

New year, new me.

Just tightening up my game.

Hmm. Okay.

And here I thought it had
something to do with my...

temp replacement.

You know, post-surgery,
I'm on the mend...

four to six weeks.

I'm aware of that.

It's between you and Pearson
for my proverbial seat-warmer.

Tortoise and the hare.

You're the hare, I'm assuming?

Actually, the tortoise.

Bald head, world on my back.

Yes. I see it.

So, I looked into the
local V.A. hospitals.

Only one has treated a
patient for black fever

in the past six months.

Our John Doe's name is Dax Honeycutt.

Ran his info... turns out
he used to be in the Army.

You think Santo is targeting vets?

Well, I'm heading over to Dax's place

to get a better idea.

So, Dax was in the Army.

Well, that's a check in
the right column for Marcos.

Yeah, one check.

- Una marca.
- I don't know, Villa.

People in your neighborhood
really seem to spark to him.

Yeah, people spark to me, too.

Well, actually, in this scenario,

you're a Sheriff Woody and
he's like Buzz Lightyear.

Really? You just went "Toy Story" on me?

Yeah, yeah, I went
full "Toy Story," yeah.

See, Buzz and Woody,
they didn't get along

throughout the whole movie,

Know why?

Uh, they were polar opposite.

No, they actually were very similar...

kind of like you and Marcos...
but here's the difference.

Marcos has a whole lot
of room in his sandbox

for other kids to play.

Can you say the same?

♪

It's Miami P.D.

[Glass clinks, door opens]

Down on the ground
now! Hands in the air!

Get up...

Really?

Ow!

No, no! Wait, wait!

Eagle Eye Ian... the reporter.

Aluminum baton, trident spear.

You're Santo?

Villa: You've got the
mild-mannered reporter thing down.

Wouldn't have guessed that you're Santo.

Because I'm not.

But if I were,

you wouldn't be able to get me to talk.

Really? Do tell.

Your technique is... is weak.

I can teach you a few
things after this is over.

I mean, asking questions
is kind of my thing.

Let's see if answering
questions is your thing, too.

Why were you at Dax's
apartment with Santo's baton?

The baton is for protection,

and I was at the apartment
trying to find evidence

to exonerate Santo.

Huh.

Looks like I picked up another skill.

But do you have an alibi?

Now, let's talk about how you
used this baton to k*ll Dax.

You're gonna get a call from Pippy.

Oh, already did.

She wants to make over my hospital room.

I tried to decline, but
she blew right through me.

She just wants you to be
comfortable. Embrace it.

[Cellphone chimes]

We got to get in there.

The emblem on the baton does not
match the brand on Dax's body.

Villa: The baton is fake.

Which means I... am not... Santo.

That doesn't mean you're not his lackey.

[Chuckles]

Eagle Eye Ian is no one's lackey.

You're a grown man who made a
baton, like another grown man.

Calling you his lackey
was me being nice.

We mimic those who inspire
us, so the question is,

what does Santo do to incite such faith?

I knew revealing Santo's identity

would make a great story.

When I was investigating him,
I ran into some thugs, and...

their g*ns.

Santo saved my life.

I am a mild-mannered reporter.

But I owe it to Santo to be more.

I need to protect him so
he can give other people

the second chance he gave me.

What did you learn about Santo?

That he's really good
at covering his tracks.

I have no idea who he is.

But how does Dax fit into this?

Every time I was
investigating a lead on Santo,

Dax wasn't far behind.

Why would Dax follow Santo?

I don't know.

Look, Santo wears a
disguise for a reason.

But if Dax was close to
finding out Santo's identity,

he may have k*lled him
to protect his secret.

We need to find out what
Dax learned about Santo.

♪

Hey, look who I saw signing
in at the front desk,

like a regular person.

He is a regular person.
Marcos, what are you doing here?

Oh, come on, Villa. It's obvious.

- He's doing a pop-by. I'm proud of you for that.
- Thank you.

See, since I figured I
cracked the case wide open,

I figured I'm part of
the team now, right?

Well, you know, really,
it's a tough process,

but for you, we'll take it to a vote.

All in favor, say "Aye."

Aye. Aye.

Can you get an "Aye"? No?

Look, you did help us out,

but the cr*ck you made
was small, at best.

Well, Dax was following
Santo for a reason,

which means we got to
get inside Dax's head.

And who better to help than another vet?

[Sighs] Okay.

What do you got?

Vets thrive on routines,
so if you want to find out

who or what's important in Dax's life,

just look for any patterns.

The tech guys got into
Dax's bank records.

I'll do a search for
repeating transactions.

Every Thursday around :
P.M., there's a $ charge

for Soldiers United in Coconut Grove.

His first light-bulb moment.

You know, I feel like a
proud big brother right now.

No, I do.

There's a support group
that meets around that time.

And the money is for a rental fee,

'cause in that group,

they don't sit around drinking coffee.

[Indistinct shouting]

[Radio chatter]

Agh! Darn it!

I'm out.

Stratton: The organization I
work with plans events for vets.

I turned the field behind
my paint and body shop

into a range.

False sense of combat
gives a rush of adrenaline.

Releases the endorphins,
gives the men a natural high.

Bottom line, what we do...

we get guys like you and me

to do the one thing we hate most...

talk.

Head on a swivel,

measured steps, dilated pupils...

combat withdrawal.

You ever need to scratch that itch,

you're welcome here any time, brother.

Yeah, we're... we're
not here for me, man.

So, did, uh, did Dax ever mention Santo?

Marcos, I ask the questions.

What he said.

No. He didn't really talk that much.

Exception to the rule here.

Rosewood: What about
Dax's state of mind?

Was he struggling with anything

since his time in the service?

Look, I want to help
you, but if the guys learn

that I'm spilling my guts to you,

then they might start to feel
like this isn't a safe place.

And I can't have that.

But what about Dax?

Or do you not care about your
clients once they're dead?

You got a job to do. I get it.

But what you won't do

is question my commitment to these men.

Let me tell you something...

Uh, I was in the Army.

I started in mine clearance.

I showed other soldiers where to step

so they could make it
to the other side safely.

The things we did...

make it nearly impossible
to come home whole.

It's like walking into a mine field...

one false step, and you're done.

But if something Dax
went through over there

led to a misstep over here,
then we need to know about it.

His story could help guide
another brother safely

to the other side.

Dax was depressed, forgetful.

And he had a temper.

I mean, he'd be messing
around with you one minute,

and the next minute, he
would have you by the throat.

Whatever demons he had over there,

they followed him home.

I tried to help him.

I did, but... I couldn't.

Excuse me.

I have an idea about Dax's demons.

Is it normally this quiet?

Hey, you wanted to be on the case.

This is being on the case.

Bro, please tell me you found something.

Uh, we found something and nothing...

a classic MCL twofer.

If you only found one thing,
it's more like a one-er, right?

The absence of something
is something. Ergo, twofer.

- But...
- Marcos, just roll with it.

He can do this all day. Trust me.

Okay, Dax suffered from memory loss,

depression, and mood swings...
indications of brain disease,

like chronic traumatic encephalopathy.

Yes... CTE.

Now, most people associate
this with head trauma

from football injuries.

Soldiers, though, are just as likely

to have a brain injury.

If Dax had CTE,

that would bring up
new avenues to follow.

How'd he get hurt? Was it accidental?

That might give us a clue to
what was going on in his head.

We didn't find any evidence of CTE.

We found algae.

Yes... naegleria fowleri.

We found traces in his nasal canal,

but it's probably
from repeated exposure.

And then we also found
another unknown substance

in his nasal passage,

so we're running tests to identify it,

but we think it's unrelated
to the naegleria fowleri.

Wait, I've heard of this algae.

We had it in the water system

in our old high school in Little Havana.

Soon after, they closed the school down.

Well, Dax was following Santo.

Maybe his search led him there.

We need to check out that
high school right now.

Santo could strike again at any moment.

No sign of Dax outside.

Maybe we'll have better
luck inside.

Leese, this used to be our high school.

Man, look at it now.

Villa: Yeah, well, with
all the crime coming in,

the school district
stopped pumping money in.

Which is why we need guys
like Santo now more than ever.

I'm sorry, what?

Santo is a k*ller and a
danger to Little Havana.

I don't think Santo m*rder*d Dax.

He was k*lled with Santo's baton.

Or a replica.

He's protecting us in
ways the police won't.

We can't lose that.

Who wants a one-way trip
to the happy place? On me.

Why don't we get your opinion?

You've been abnormally quiet.

And please don't say you
fall somewhere in the middle.

I'm on Team Villa.

- Which Villa?
- Which Villa?

Oh, a door. Hmm. A door
that leads somewhere.

Let's check it out.

♪

This is where Santo set up shop.

Rosie, we need your team down here.

Oh, can you stop? You're
messing up my thing.

Why? This is better.

Blue makes it better. Stop what?

- Get out the blue.
- Why?

What do you got?

Well, we compared Dax's fingerprints

to the prints found in this room,

and we got a hit...
he was definitely here.

All in all, there are sets
of prints in the boiler room.

And we know who they belong to.

- Marcos: Whoa.
- The prints belong to Dax.

Didn't see that coming.

Which means Dax was Santo.

- Rosie, I want news.
- Oh, I got news.

That's good, 'cause we got bupkis.

Since Dax was Santo,

we looked into everyone
who wanted Santo k*lled.

All the low-level criminals
he turned in are still in jail.

What about the Calle Ocho cartel?

Dax targeted it for weeks.

They were on surveillance
the night he was k*lled.

They had an
all-hands-on-deck meeting

about how they were
gonna get rid of Santo.

So, in a strange turn of events,

cops provided an alibi for criminals.

Yeah. We live in trying times.

We matched the brand of the baton

to the marks on Dax's skin.

But there was no blood
or DNA on the baton.

Okay. Wow.

So there's another baton out there

in the hands of our k*ller.

Rosie, I asked for good news.

No, you asked for news.

Adjectives, Villa...
adjectives are our friends.

If our k*ller isn't
from Dax's time as Santo,

then maybe we need to look
into other parts of his life.

There's nothing in his
life before or after

his m*llitary career that sticks out.

The Army just sent over Dax's file.

You're looking at
years of m*llitary service.

We're gonna need a little
help narrowing down a window.

Well, maybe the body will
shed some light on that.

I'll get back to the lab, check it out.

I'll dig into the baton.

If it's m*llitary issue,
that could help us.

♪ I'm leaving on a jet plane ♪

♪ And I covered up my tracks ♪

♪ Now I'm driven first place ♪

♪ Leaving first class... ♪

Just say it already.

I told you Santo didn't k*ll Dax.

Okay, well, now that that's over...

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I
need to soak up that moment.

I know how much you hate being wrong.

Well, not always.

[Inhales deeply]

I wish I was wrong about
how similar you and Dax are.

I mean, look, whatever
he went through out there,

he brought it back home, and now he's...

he's dead, and...

I don't want that for you.

Yeah, look, I fought in
a w*r. Came back shook up.

Don't make this a thing.

It is a thing.

You can't act like

your dishonorable
discharge didn't happen.

Not with you around.
That's for damn sure.

Look, hanging with you the
last few days has been great.

I just wish it wasn't always

a long-winded interrogation with you.

Damn!

I wasn't interrogating you.

I was trying to be a good sister.

You know what?

Ever since you put on that badge,

you've been less sister, more cop.

I just wish you could
turn off Detective Villa

and just be Annalise.

Everybody in the neighborhood
feels the same way.

[Laughing] Oh, wow.

You've been back for, like, two seconds,

and you already have
your finger on the pulse.

Oh, yeah? Remember Izzy
from the flower shop?

Yeah. What about her?

I knew about her kids
'cause I write letters to her

and other people in the neighborhood.

These people, this place,

it's where I feel the most comfortable.

Okay, so when I was over
there dodging b*ll*ts,

I made time to stay connected.

What about you? Hmm?

Too busy playing cop.

That's why nobody trusts you.

♪ Walking on fire ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

Does that include you?

♪ Walking on fire ♪

Yeah, I-I got to go.

♪ So you're walking on fire ♪

Your surgery is tomorrow.

Tell me this case is winding
down, not up.

Well, let's just say
it's winding sideways.

Look...

I know you hate leaving
something unfinished, so...

if it'll make you feel better,
I'd be happy to pitch in.

I think Mitchie's got
it covered. But thanks.

Okay.

Oh.

You have everything you
need for the surgery?

Yeah, for the most part.

Well, that doesn't sound good.

What's missing?

Uh...

"Steely Blue."

And let's just say it's a long story

that ends with me not having
it in my possession anymore.

But you let Pippy think you had it.

Yeah.

Ooh. You in trouble.

Only if she finds out.

Well, your secret's safe with me.

She's still giving me the cold shoulder.

- I'm gonna get going.
- All right.

[Door closes]

- Unh-unh.
- Mm-hmm.

- Unh-unh!
- Mm-hmm!

I'm not talking about Dad.

Okay, you listen, I'll talk.

Mnh-mnh. Sibling silence is golden.

- Oh, you're sibling coding me?
- Mm-hmm.

Number ... respect the code.

Okay, well, right back at you.

Sibling silence is golden unless...

I forgot subsection A.

Unless it hurts a member of the family.

Now, you and Dad not talking
is no bueno to me, so spill it.

[Sighs]

All right, well, since the divorce,

Dad hasn't been himself.

Look, between my breakup with TMI

and you going off the rails,

he hasn't lifted his
finger one time to help.

He offered, but we...
that includes you...

said that everything was okay.

Our father doesn't need
to ask to get involved.

You know, he likes to just
get all up in your business,

and now he's acting like he's
a guest in his own family.

Eeeeeh.

[Clears throat]

I...

I forgot my coat.

Well, maybe Dad is off his game

because it feels like we
didn't need him on the roster.

All right, Rosie,
this is cuckoo bananas.

Is it?

♪

I'm sorry.

The divorce...

living away from family...

I guess I'm just trying to find my way

in this new normal.

Well, let me help you out.

We always need you.

Especially when it looks like
we've got it all worked out.

Dax was in the Army for a decade.

That's dozens of missions.

I think I've found something

that pinpoints which mission
we should be focused on.

Now, when I cue you, tap the button.

And why can't you do it?

Because I can't say
"Black-light my world!"

if I'm the one
black-lighting my world, okay?

So... black-light my world.

[Beep]

Sometimes healed scars are
invisible in normal light.

Oh. What caused them?

My theory... electric cables.

On the soles of his feet?

Rosie, are you saying Dax was tortured?

Well, it's a technique called falaka...

a trademark of the Syrian intelligence.

Now, Mitchie did some digging.
Tap the button in the square.

Do I look like Vanna White to you?

Will you just hit the button?

[Beep]

Three years ago,

Army paratroopers from
the th Airborne Unit

were captured by Syrian intelligence.

Yes, it made the news.

It says here, after a few
months, they were rescued.

This is an emblem of
the th Airborne Unit.

- Tap the square at the end.
- [Inhales sharply]

Last time.

[Beep]

The emblem is the perfect match
to the mark left by Dax's baton.

Exactly. I think Dax was part
of the th Airborne Unit.

If the baton is standard issue,

it makes sense that
there's more than one.

Which means Dax was k*lled
by someone he served with.

Villa: We started digging
into the th Airborne

They had members.

One of them sticks out... Carly Velasco.

Hornstock: She had both batons
made, but they're not m*llitary issue.

She put in a request to
use them during combat.

Were she and Dax involved?

Not sure, but she was
from Little Havana,

and she was tortured with Dax

and others from the th Airborne.

"Was"? So she's resting
in peace somewhere?

Arlington Cemetery.

She d*ed as a result of the torturing.

We're looking into the other
members of the th Airborne.

Keep me posted.

Hey, uh, Ira, can I, uh,
talk with you for a minute?

What's up, Cap?

Well, I wanted you to hear it first.

Um... you're not the guy.

I'm picking Pearson as
the temporary captain.

Okay. Well, thanks for letting me know.

Hey, that's it?

You have something else to say?

Well, yeah, I do have
something else to say.

I thought this would be a lot more fun.

I'm kidding with you.
Of course you're the guy.

What's wrong with you?

Thank you.

But I decline.

You decline? Are you serious?

Yeah, I'm serious.
You're having surgery.

You're gonna need things...
help and whatnot...

and I want my schedule open

in case I'm the guy you want to call.

So that's why you've been
burning the candle at both ends.

What you're doing for
Rosie... that's tip-top.

That makes you family.

And there's nothing I
wouldn't do for family.

[Video game music plays]

Pipp, can I have my phone back, please?

Why? So you can bug Villa
for an update on the case?

- I don't think so.
- [Laughing] Oh!

Hurricane Pippy's in full effect.

Hurricane who? What was that?

Is that what you guys call me?

Pretty much all of us, yeah.

Whatever. You can't deny that
Hurricane Pippy gets it done.

That is true.

I mean, you've turned this
room into a five-star suite.

How long has Hurricane
Pippy been a thing?

Oh, I think since, what, ?

Mom and Dad, they wanted to make me feel

like I was a part of
what was going on...

So we made her Beaumont's caretaker.

Yeah, man, that taught
me, like, responsibility,

gave me confidence.

All right, only one tradition left.

Rosie, where's "Steely Blue"?

[Music stops]

I don't have it.

Rosie.

Did you... Did you lose
it? Did you break it?

And why was Pippy not informed, guys?

'Cause I didn't want
to have to admit to you

or to myself what
actually happened to it.

Tawnya happened to "Steely Blue."

- Son, you don't need it.
- [Gasps]

You can just push on forward without it.

There's no need for that.

I found another copy of the album.

Pop, "Steely Blue" is
seven kinds of rare.

- Where'd you get it?
- The Internet.

There's a site that
pieces together albums

from various sources.

It's great. I'd never heard of it.

- Mitchie?
- Yeah, Mr. Rosewood,

I'm gonna need to scrub
your computer later

so you don't get arrested.

Well, anyway, Mom, you know
what? I think you're right.

It's time for me to press
forward without "Steely Blue."

I think I know someone who
needs it more than I do.

♪

[Knock on door]

I'm loving the
tricked-out hospital room.

Yeah, well, Pippy
Rosewood worked her magic.

I mean, half this stuff isn't even mine.

I got you a gift.

You didn't have to do that.

"I gave Rosie a kidney,

and all I got was
this lousy coffee mug."

[Both laugh]

Nice. Thank you.

So, where are we with the case?

We checked into the other
members of the th Airborne,

and they all have
alibis, but get this...

Dax was Carly's commanding officer

on the mission when they were captured.

In fact, he requested her.

So you think somebody in Carly's life

blamed Dax for her m*rder?

Feldheim's digging.

And I'll join him once
you're done with surgery.

Okay?

Ah. Update on the case.

I was going through withdrawals.

Aren't you supposed to be resting?

I want to talk to Slade.

Oh. I'll give you two a moment.

You know, when I had my first surgery,

I met this other patient.

He was a musician... Kenny Fitzpatrick.

He was having heart
surgery, just like me.

But Kenny lost his
family, his possessions,

and he was losing his health.

And despite all of that,

Kenny still managed to see
the world through this prism

that allowed him to see
the very best in everyone.

Sounds like somebody I know.

Yeah, well, he was my rock.

When it came time for my
surgery, I was so scared.

So he gave me a copy of his album...

"Steely Blue"... to play in the O.R.

So he wanted you to feel
like he was there with you.

Yeah.

What happened to him?

He d*ed during surgery.

And ever since then,
I've made it my mission

to emulate the light
that he gave to the world.

And "Steely Blue" plays during
every single surgery I've had.

Anyway...

I want you to have it.

I hope it helps you
the way it helped me.

Thank you.

♪

Pop, how are you in here?

People in high places.

Do I need to remind
you that you got this?

Maybe just a little.

You got this.

You're the strongest person I know.

And there's still a lot
in this life for you to do.

Do we understand each other?

[Monitor beeping]

You know, I never... thought
about what an O.R. sounds like.

I don't like it.

Regretting giving up "Steely Blue"?

No, I mean, you're here,
thinking about "Steely Blue"...

[Whirring]

[Hissing]

That's therapeutic enough for me.

What's going on?

I just gave myself a light-bulb moment.

I need you to deliver a message.

Check the substance
in Dax's nasal passage

for calcium carbonate.

Okay. Why?

Beaumont thinks it'll
prove who k*lled Dax.

[Indistinct shouting]

Figured you'd be back.

Couldn't say anything earlier...
not in front of my sister...

but I was hoping to get
some one-on-one time.

Absolutely.

This whole place is your canvas, man.

I'm not sure if you knew
or if anybody knew,

but... Dax was Santo.

Got a lot of love for vigilantes.

They're the voice for the
little people, you know?

Tasked to repair a broken community.

But sometimes they cross the line.

See, I know all too well, man.

I was dishonorably discharged.

I took matters into my own hands,

and somebody got hurt.

But you...

You took it a step further.

We know you k*lled Dax, Asa.

Yeah. You did it here and
dumped his body in Little Havana.

You got to be kidding me.

We found calcium carbonate
in his nasal cavity...

an ingredient that's
normally found in paint.

And the paint was a special
blend found in two places...

your paint shop and the aluminum baton.

Dax inhaled it during a
therapeutic game of paintball.

And the baton... well,
you made that for Carly.

You're a welder by trade.

We also found an engagement
ring in Carly's effects.

You two were planning
on getting hitched.

But you kept that a secret.

Me, Dax, and Carly...
we met in boot camp.

She was the only girl,
but she could hold her own.

The three of us... did
a few tours overseas,

but we made a pact

that we would retire
after the third one.

But Dax convinced Carly
to join the th Airborne,

do one more tour.

He promised me that he
would bring her back to me.

Villa: When Carly d*ed,
you gave one baton to Dax

and used the other one to k*ll him.

You blamed Dax for her death,

even though you knew it was accidental.

The vigilante thing was Carly's idea.

She was raised in Little
Havana, and recently,

her whole neighborhood
took a rough turn.

She...

She wanted to fix it.

Marcos: But couldn't.
That's where Dax stepped in.

His way of finishing the job

Carly never got a chance to start.

Asa Stratton, you're under arrest

for the m*rder of Dax Honeycutt.

Get up.

♪

[Monitor beeping]

♪ Do I take only what I'm given? ♪

♪ Do I harbor only regret? ♪

♪ Like a stone in the water ♪

♪ A stone in the water ♪

♪ Riding on ♪

Gerald.

You didn't have to come
all the way down here.

I told you... I'm okay.

I know.

But a little birdie
told me to ignore you.

Which birdie?

Oh, I just...

I just passed along
Gerald's number, so...

Beaumont: You're everybody's rock.

But sometimes...

you need a rock, too.

It's a pleasure. Pleasure to meet you.

Pleasure's all mine.

So, for those keeping score,

you have brought Rosie his
album and Gerald to Mom.

So... what you got for Pippy?

Mm.

I'll take that.

♪ They will chase
me down the river ♪

♪ They will never hear me cry ♪

♪ Like a song from a mother ♪

♪ A song from a mother ♪

♪ Singing on, singing on ♪

[Sighs] Come on.

♪ Till the angel comes ♪

Hey.

I owe you an apology, Leese.

Oh. No, you don't.

You were right.

I mean, it's okay to put the badge away

from time to time and...

reconnect with the old neighborhood.

It's just...

the museums...

the old guys in the
park playing dominoes,

the...

the scent of hand-rolled cigars...

It reminds you of Dad.

Everything I love about that place

is what I miss about him.

[Chuckling] Yeah.

Guess who I ran into the other day.

Ramon Campos.

The kid who used to bully
you in the fourth grade?

Every day that year.

Till you caught wind of it
and you put him in the, um...

in the camel clutch,
like The Iron Sheik.

I loved that wrestling move.

- [Sighs]
- [Chuckles]

From that day on, the
legend of Leese grew.

Being with you today
took me back to that time.

I realized that, in small ways,

my sister Annalise always had

a little Detective Villa in her.

[Sighs]

And that's cool with me.

Hey, thanks for letting me be
a part of the takedown today.

Of course.

And just FYI...

that stuff I said to Asa...

it was true.

♪ I will turn to face the shadows ♪

There's been a complication.

Miss D.

Is everything okay?

[Indistinct shouting]

Nurse: Charging.

- [Paddles whine]
- Clear!

[Paddles thump]

Clear!

♪ Riding on, riding on ♪

♪ Now my angel comes ♪

What's wrong?

[Paddles whine]

Clear!