02x15 - Clavicle Trauma & Closure

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Previously on "Rosewood"...

Some trifling bitch took off with all your money.

That is not an excuse for you to be partying your way to an early grave.

You're not taking care of yourself.

Just need a little time.

I ran the additional test you asked for.

Do you have family?

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

I think you're gonna need them.

♪♪

My new technology will change your world for the better.

All you do is hold your phone.

Now you drop your phone.

[Audience gasps]

Ah.

You're paying attention.

Good.

All you do is breathe.

[Exhales deeply]

[Device beeping]

.02%, which means I had a sh*t of liquid courage before I came out here today.

But I'm also good to get behind the wheel of a car.

[Cheers and applause]

Now, this app won't bring margaritas to your door or let you design and dress your own avatar, but this technology could save your life.

♪♪
♪ Unh ♪
♪ Unh ♪
♪ Unh ♪

Man, you k*lled it out there.

No need to drown your sorrows.

Why?

I'm in my hotel room.

And if the investors show up?

Mm, they won't.

They backed out.

No investors means no money.

The only thing I know for certain is, disloyalty is contagious.

Raymond, maybe you're overcompensating 'cause that woman broke your heart?

Speaking of women...

♪ If I want it, then I got it, 'cause I know myself well, unh ♪
♪ Watch out ♪
♪ Roughneck sister ♪
♪ Excuse me, mister ♪

I don't want to keep them waiting.

♪ Get up and go ♪
♪ Get up and go ♪
♪ Get up and go ♪
♪ Let's get it on ♪
♪♪

[Panting]

Tawnya: Rosie.

I love you.

We love you.

Rosewood: I love you guys, too.

[Thunder rumbling]

[Cellphone buzzing]

♪ On my own ♪

[Thunder rumbles]

♪ Still in love ♪

[Cellphone buzzing]

Mm.

Let me guess. Work?

The K*llers in this town do not want us to enjoy our morning.

[Cellphone buzzes]

[Sighs]

I, uh...

I got to make a call.

Mm, let me guess. Work?

No. It's, uh... It's not work.

Okay, then.

I better get going.

Yeah.

♪♪

Security guard found the body during morning rounds.

Raymond Larsen, 32.

C.E.O. of Ray of Light Technology.

This was his office.

Raymond must have been a master of Zen... natural lighting, zero clutter.

Yeah, no computers or phones either.

Except for Raymond's.

Could be Ray of Light was having problems.

Looks like Raymond was, too.

Every combination of alcohol, desk chair, and noose spells self-destruction.

Normally I would agree with you, but...

Normally I'd agree with you, too, but... we just read the carpet.

Disruption in the fibers, indicating something heavy was dragged across it.

Like a body.

Like a body.

Come take a look at the back of Raymond's shoes.

Villa: Polished to a high shine, but the rest of the leather is scuffed.

So either Raymond got distracted while he was shining his shoes or...

The carpet cleaned the backs of them when the k*ller was dragging Raymond's body.

Then hung him and staged the scene to make it look like a su1c1de.

If Raymond was laying off his employees, plenty of them might want him dead.

I'll start digging into his company and staff.

I'll get this body back to my lab.

My gut has spoken, and it's telling me this is a m*rder.

[Camera shutter clicks]

Okay.

So, you said the k*ller tried to make it look like a su1c1de.

Yeah, and he would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for those pesky kids.

"Scooby-Doo" was on last night... the 2002 version.

It's underrated.

Uh, you want to tell us what you just realized?

Or you gonna force us to force you to talk about it?

Yeah, 'cause we can pull a Rosie, too.

How many things does "pull a Rosie" refer to?

Together: 27.

I'll be back.

Where are you going?

Errands.

Mitchie, X-rays. Pippy, full tox.

TMI, swab for DNA.

Make that 28.

Villa, I'm coming to see you.

We need to talk A.S.A.P.

[Engine starts]

Can we talk?

Get in.

[Engine revving]

Where are we going?

To the EMPD, where they're gonna lock your ass up for good.

Please, just let me make my case.

What? That you didn't steal money from me?

That I didn't k*ll Raymond Larsen.

♪♪

Got my partner going through Raymond's bank accounts right now.

Guessing that she's gonna find that they were cleaned out by you, 'cause after me, Raymond was your next mark.

How'd you know?

The picture in Raymond's office.

That ruby ring that you're wearing?

You know... the same ring that you used to take off and leave on my kitchen counter when you did the dishes?

I guess you did the same thing for him, too.

[Engine revs]

Oh!

You had the perfect motive to k*ll him.

You stole his money.

He tracked you down and threatened your freedom.

I know that's what it looks like, but I promise I didn't k*ll Raymond, all right?

I was nowhere around him last night.

Yeah, but you did take his money.

[Tires screeching]

Could you please slow down?! You're scaring me.

Yeah, well, you better talk fast or talk louder, 'cause, right now, I'm not hearing anything convincing.

[Screaming]

[Horn honking]

Look, I know I've done some awful things in my life, some of them to you.

But what I'm not is a k*ller.

You take me to EMPD, that's exactly how they'll see me, because of what I did to you.

And honestly, I don't blame them.

But please believe me when I say I did not k*ll Raymond Larsen.

[Tires screeching]

♪ Like a tornado ♪

Where are we?

[Engine shuts off]

♪ Hey, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

Rosie, my man! Ha!

Oh, whoa. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

No ladies, sexy or otherwise, in the man cave.

All right, look, Joo-Joo, I have to ask you for an exception.

Oh, she's special? Ooh!

She's Tawnya.

[Clears throat]

Man: What's up?

You know I don't judge, but that woman is a malignant tumor of cancer death.

Unh-unh.

Look with your eyes, not your hands.

Thank you. All right, now, listen.

We need to extract her right now.

I got it.

You sure?

I'm positive.

All I need is an ankle monitor.

I don't know nothing about no ankle monitors.

Really?

Mnh-mnh.

Well, I heard everybody else in town was a waste of my time.

Heard you were honest, you were fair, you the man.

You got the best merchandise.

Oh.

This is your premium.

GPS triangulation with 99.9% accuracy.

Works within a one-mile radius.

And those sparkly things?

Let's just say that those ain't cubic zirconium.

You know how to put these on?

Would you buy a Bentley if you didn't know how to drive it?

I'm just gonna go get the tools.

♪ Spin it 'round, girl, like a tornado ♪

Ugh.

Diamond-encrusted?

Sure you want to leave me alone with these?

I'm gonna have Joo-Joo monitor you.

If you go outside the radius, I'm gonna have the EMPD put a BOLO on your ass.

And you remember all of our places... that awful restaurant where you worked, my apartment?

The table... the shower...

Mm. the bed.

The beach.

Ooh, how could I forget about the beach?

Mm, because you'd have to to do what you did.

But I'm gonna make sure you remember.

So, I don't know if you've ever had a parole officer or not, but you've got one now.

Every six hours, you're gonna check in with me at one of our places.

I'll let you know where.

If you don't pick up the phone, BOLO on your ass.

If you're five minutes late, BOLO.

If you sneeze, BOLO.

Okay, if you were gonna do all of that, why didn't you just turn me in to the EMPD?

Because then they would take over.

This is my investigation.

BOLO.

[Scoffs]

Hey, I thought you had an errand.

It's done. What do we have?

Well, we found some unknown hairs on Raymond's body.

And given where we found them...

The bathing suit area.

Yes, the bathing suit area.

It looks like Raymond was with someone the night of his m*rder.

Possibly a woman, possibly in bed.

And I'm gonna swab for DNA now.

Pippy: All right, so, preliminary tox shows everything from alcohol to Ambien in his system.

Now, I don't know why Raymond would need a sleep aid because his blood alcohol level was sky-high.

So unless he had an extremely high tolerance level, he was most likely passed out, drunk.

See that notch scraped upwards?

Yeah, the k*ller must have pulled him up.

Takes a lot of upper-body strength to do that.

So it's looking like our k*ller isn't a woman.

Ouch.

Misogynist much? I mean, we're right here.

Did you think the k*ller was a woman?

Potentially.

Because a woman asked me to prove her innocence.

New lady friend?

Voice like Lauren Bacall, body like...

Tawnya.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

The woman is Tawnya.

And that woman better be in police custody right now.

No, only because I don't want her there yet.

Mnh-mnh. Nope. Not doing it.

I did not sign up to work for that bitch who almost ruined my brother's life.

Not happening.

Well, you don't work for Tawnya.

You work for me.

So let's all get to work.

Hey... you.

I went down to the lab earlier to say hi, and you... I ran into Norm from HR.

You know Norm, right?

Anyway, he mentioned you two talked.

Didn't know Norm was the chatty type.

Yeah. It's the low talking.

You know, he's always saying something if you know how to listen.

And you know what he said?

He said you requested a resignation form.

One of the perks of working together, huh?

No difficult conversations with your significant other because Norm from HR will have them for you.

Hey, someone mention Norm from HR?

I actually owe him a birthday gift.

Look, I'm guessing you two have some work to do, so I'll let you get to it.

So, before Raymond's party-boy life, he invented an app to help diabetic patients monitor blood sugar without invasive testing.

Raymond got rich, brought on some employees... among them, Bradley Morgan, another developer and friend.

If Raymond let Bradley go, that could be a motive for m*rder.

Exactly. And then we also have Ivan Keller, friend and potential moocher.

If Ivan lost his meal ticket, it could also be a motive for m*rder.

Hold up. I never... I never told you Raymond lost all his money.

You didn't.

H...

Tawnya did.

Really? You're interrogating me?

Okay, Rosie, I want to believe you can compartmentalize, but, I mean, who's to say you're not gonna fall for her all over again?

Villa, I have a plan.

Oh, yeah?

Well, so did Bridget Fonda and Bill Paxton, and it backfired.

Yes, but their plan was only a simple one.

It's not foolproof like mine.

Look, okay, first, I know where Tawnya is at all times.

Second, I told her I was taking this case to find out the truth.

But I'm really setting the table, 'cause I'm gonna serve up a meal of...

Please. Please don't say "justice."

Of justice.

I'm gonna get my money back, and I'm gonna put her behind bars for good.

If I didn't know you so well, I'd say you've been planning that monologue since Tawnya conned you.

You do.

And I have.

But, right now, we need to focus on the suspects, because all the evidence points to a significantly strong individual.

I'm thinking Raymond's friends, Bradley or Ivan.

Okay, wait. You're forgetting that Tawnya likes to work with a partner.

Like Kayla, her "daughter"?

I mean, who's to say she hasn't found a 6'6" "son" who's angry at the world and willing to k*ll for her?

Rosie, you can't let your guard down with this woman.

Villa, I know what I'm doing.

So, where's Tawnya now?

Don't worry about it.

I got it covered.

[Sighs]

[Door closes]

♪♪

Where is Beaumont? I need a word with him.

EMPD.

Talking to Villa about the new case.

Oh. Was this new case referred by EMPD or a third party?

The EMPD.

There's a mysterious third party.

Wow. She already heard you say that.

[Clears throat]

Um, okay.

You know what, Pippy?

I'm gonna nominate you to tell her, 'cause she's your mama.

Yeah.

Raymond Larsen, tech-entrepreneur-turned-hanging-victim.

And this Raymond Larsen...

Was he also guilty of lying by omission?

I'm pretty sure that's just Pippy.

[Gasps, clears throat]

Pippy.

Hmm?

As partial owner of this lab, I am entitled to the details of every case that comes our way.

As your mother, I am entitled to your honesty.

Wow. That's like a very sick, passive-aggressive burn, and I...

Yep.

Burn much?

Um, Tawnya.

Yep, that name, hurts your soul.

She conned this guy and then asked us to prove that she didn't k*ll him.

Rosie says he's got this.

I know you're gonna try to turn this into a whole thing.

So I'm begging you... Turn this into a whole thing.

And please let me help.

[Knock on door]

Sorry. Traffic.

I drove. She's telling the truth.

Joo-Joo, I told you all you had to do is monitor her ankle monitor.

Mnh-mnh. And risk her gnawing it off?

Have you ever tested her DNA?

She could be part bear or wolf or something.

Thanks, bro.

That's what friends do.

Like what I've done with the place?

[Sighs] Sorry. Didn't mean to stare.

Well, I'm here, checked in. What's next?

Oh, let me tell you what I think happened to Raymond.

He found you, confronted you about the money that you stole from him.

You k*lled him. You made it look like a su1c1de.

But you weren't working alone. You had a partner.

And it was a man.

Partner?

Yeah, 'cause that worked out perfectly last time.

My daughter got too attached to the job.

You mean she got too attached to me?

Rosie, in my line of work, you get attached, you don't survive.

Oh, you mean like Raymond didn't survive because he got too attached to you?

You may not have k*lled him, but you are complicit in his death because you took away his livelihood.

And I got to live with that for the rest of my life.

Yeah, poor baby.

[Cellphone buzzes]

Speaking of partners, looks like you have to get back to yours.

Some things never change.

Hold on.

You're not just gonna leave me here by myself, are you?

Why? There's nothing to take.

You already took it all.

♪♪

We heard Raymond's company was having financial difficulties.

Were you working for him when he d*ed?

I was on temporary leave.

Sounds like a lot of words to say that he fired you.

If I wanted job security, I'd work at a bank.

Mm. And you?

How long had you known Raymond?

We met last month in yoga class.

He loaned me some money. I was paying him back.

What time did you last see Raymond?

I left the party around midnight to get to work, but Raymond had already started using models and tequila to self-medicate.

Last night, his would-be investors backed out.

Why?

Cold feet.

Happens all the time.

If Theresa hadn't already destroyed him, that news would have.

Theresa? You mean this Theresa?

Mm. Yeah. That's her.

Tawnya: Rosie.

Rosewood: Good morning, beautiful.

[Pencil scratching]

"I'm sorry.

I don't have the words to describe what I have to do."

Are you okay?

Yeah, I am, but Raymond wasn't.

Sounds like a su1c1de note.

You sure this is m*rder?

Yeah, pretty damn sure, but now we have to prove it.

Donna: Beaumont. A word?

Sorry, Mom. Right now I got to get to the body on the table.

There is no body.

As partial owner of this lab, I'm permitted to veto a case, which is exactly what I have done.

The body of Raymond Larsen has been transferred to the EMPD.

Thank you.

Rosie. What a nice surprise... except I had a feeling you might drop by.

Yeah, because you've got the body that my mother/business partner sent over.

And, listen, she just thinks she knows what's best for me, and, actually, she's right always, most of the time, kind of, and maybe I should listen to her.

But I'm here, and I'm asking is you keep me in the loop.

Keeping him in the loop is not the worst idea.

Then, let's get to work.

Let's get to work.

So, let me take a look at the X-rays.

If Raymond jumped off that chair by himself, the force of the fall would have broken his upper cervical vertebrae, but... but they're intact.

Yep. Coupled with the upward notch on the beam, looks like Raymond was on the ground when the rope was tied around his neck.

And then pulled up.

Well, forensic techs are still analyzing the hotel stationary.

And I'm guessing they'll find that imprint of a su1c1de note was fake.

This was m*rder.

Question is whether or not it was Tawnya and her potential new partner in crime.

The ligature furrow on his neck left a bland impression.

There's no bruising or bleeding.

No extravasated blood.

Which means that Raymond was already dead when the k*ller hung him.

We need to talk to the last person who saw him alive.

We swabbed Raymond's DNA before the transfer.

I can run it.

Well, actually, it could take all night.

My lab has already processed it.

So if it's cool with you, maybe I can talk to the person who processed it.

Yeah. I'm cool.

Mm-hmm.

Villa, you coming?

Um, I'm gonna hang back.

Oh, okay.

I'm gonna peace out.

♪ And you were made for me ♪
♪ I was made for you ♪

Uh, ever heard of a phone?

Okay, sure, yeah.

Uh, come on in.

Should... Should I make you dinner, too, or...

No, actually, I just need the DNA for Raymond's body.

Okay, I think you're confusing me with TMI.

DNA is her department.

No, no, I called her... three times.

So I figured, why not just come over here and see her?

Again, this is not TMI's apartment, so I don't know why you would come here.

Pipp, Huh? don't make me go into your bedroom again.

[Door opens, TMI gasps]

Oh, look, there she is. Oh.

Um, this isn't weird.

Oh.

At all.

Um, can we please just talk... one minute...

[Music stops]

...about work?

Um, the DNA results are still being processed, but we should have the full results in the morning.

And we could also have them tonight.

Um, yeah, if I expedited them.

Mm-hmm.

But, you know, actually, the preliminary findings indicated that Raymond was with three people.

Yep.

Or women, actually, is more accurate.

I'm feeling [Chuckles] very awkward and vulnerable right now.

Okay, just text me when you have the names.

Text you the names, boss.

I thought that we weren't on the case anymore.

And I thought you and TMI broke up. Good night.

♪♪

Tell me about the last time you saw Raymond.

It was passionate.

Unhinged.

Unprotected.

When was the last time you saw him?

After we... you know. [Chuckles]

After we had filthy, hot sex.

Woman: Well, I could tell something was wrong.

So I followed Raymond into the bathroom.

I was just trying to help.

But another woman showed up.

You mean her?

No.

No.

But she was African-American.

Pretty enough to be on television.

Yeah. Yeah, that's her.

And Raymond was not happy to see her.

♪♪

Man.

Out of all our places, this one's my favorite.

You lied to me.

You saw Raymond the night that he d*ed.

That gives you the means and the motive to m*rder him.

Okay, please, I can explain, all right?

Raymond tracked me down about a week ago.

Tracked you down. [Chuckles]

You're not easy to track down.

You know what? Check that. You're impossible to track down.

Not if I want to be found.

And Raymond said what exactly?

That he needed his money back.

That it was a matter of life and death.

Did you go see him that night to make sure he didn't turn you in?

No.

No, I went to take him the rest of his money I had left...

100 grand.

Okay, so, I'm supposed to believe that you returned Raymond's money because?

Because...

Because I loved him, Rosie.

He was worth changing for.

And he wasn't the first.

You didn't tell me that earlier.

Because I was scared.

What? That I wouldn't believe you?

Or that I would want my money back, too?

You know... the money you stole.

So, go ahead and say it.

The money you stole. Say it.

The money I stole.

Please.

Your money is gone. I spent it.

But I promise if you clear my name, I'll find a way to get you your money back.

You know, the ocean's a beautiful thing.

It seduces you, makes you feel you're safe.

Then it pulls you under.

No, this view isn't what it was... or what it should be.

I like this view much better.

[Vehicle door opens]

Hi, Tawnya.

You know, I don't feel like making small talk, so I'm just gonna say you're under arrest.

We have enough to hold her until we can get her for Raymond's m*rder.

If you're willing to press charges.

Rosie, please.

[Handcuffs click]

You'll regret it.

You're done.

Rosie.

Come on.

Go ahead.

This is your chance.

Say what you want to say to me.

Everything I feel for you... everything I want to do to you...

I think I'm communicating to you right now.

Tawnya brought Raymond some money the night that he d*ed.

You mean she claims she gave him money the night he was m*rder*d?

She loved him, Villa.

Oh, my God. This woman!

Don't tell me you believe that lie, too.

Look, either way, she said he needed the money as a matter of life or death.

And I think we both know who might be the k*ller.

Actually, I did find traces of BPA and cocaine on Raymond's fingers, but none in his system.

See? He must have handled it.

Money is rife with contaminants... cocaine, BPA, flax, cotton.

All present on Raymond's fingertips.

Which means Tawnya could have been telling the truth about bringing Raymond money the night that he was k*lled.

Okay, great. She brings Raymond the cash.

He lets his guard down.

She kills him, then takes back the cash.

That's not love.

That's classic bait and switch.

Adrian, what do you think?

Oh, my God.

I might have found cause of death.

Take a look.

Under the ligature marks from the rope.

Two different ligature patterns.

One tapered upwards from the rope post-mortem, which obscured the second.

A deep horizontal furrow.

Raymond didn't die from hanging.

He d*ed from manual strangulation.

And if he was as inebriated as the blood alcohol content suggests, then a woman would have had the strength to strangle him.

Let me guess.

You want to interrogate Tawnya.

I want to follow the money.

[Buzzer, lock disengages]

Took you long enough, Rosie.

Your guilt catch up to you?

[Buzzer, lock disengages]

Sit.

Where is my son's money?

Gone.

I spent it all.

Sweetheart, I've been reading would-be criminals like you long before you even knew what "coy" meant.

I have a mother's instinct, you see.

I saw the way you looked at my son.

He may have been your mark, but that is not all that he meant to you.

Does that make what I did to him better or worse?

Here's my theory.

You went on to your next mark so quickly because you needed money.

You felt guilty about spending Beaumont's, hmm?

I didn't have a mother like you.

My mother was a grifter.

But she was like you in one way...

She could read people... except she wasn't looking for the good in them.

She was looking for the best way to take them.

It was the only way she knew how to survive.

And it was the only way she taught me how to survive.

Why do I sense a sob story coming on?

Oh, don't worry.

It's a good one.

You see, when I was younger, right after my mother d*ed, I scammed the wrong person.

And that person has made me pay for it my whole life.

And you're saying that if you don't pay this person, they're going to k*ll you?

He will.

[Chuckles]

Well, that is a good story.

It also happens to be true.

Whether it's true or not makes absolutely no difference to me.

Now, here's something that should make a difference to you, however... is staying in jail.

You see, the second you get out, I will find you.

And I will dedicate my life to making yours unlivable.

Still no luck tracking the 100 grand Tawnya brought Raymond the night he d*ed.

You know, we're not flowing.

Excuse me?

We need a heart-to-heart.

You and Adrian... Something's going on.

Correct. We're dating.

No, no, no, Villa. I get a vibe.

What's up?

Please.

Like you need to shoulder my problems.

Yeah, I do, because you are my friend.

[Breathes deeply]

It's Adrian's mother.

Her Alzheimer's has progressed faster than her doctors anticipated.

She needs 24/7 care.

But she didn't get into the assisted-living facility she liked, so Adrian's gonna resign and take over her care full time.

Wow. That's real-life stuff.

Yeah, real-life stuff.

Have you met his mother yet?

N... What?

No, but I've met yours.

This is not about me. Come on. This is about you. Let's...

No, I mean I've met your mother, which is how I know that's her coming from visitation right now.

What?

You're not the only one who gets favors from the EMPD.

Although it is interesting seeing you here despite your case being transferred.

Really? Well, my case involves Tawnya, the same person that you're here to see, I guess.

You'll never believe the sob story that woman gave me.

Something about owing money to the wrong person.

Yes, I saw that, and I second it.

We've been thinking about where that $100,000 is right now.

But we haven't been asking why Raymond needed it.

Maybe he owed money to the wrong person.

And then they k*lled him for it.

Right. Raymond was wealthy.

It's not like he'd hit up some strip-mall loan shark.

We'd be looking for a banker or a shell corporation that could funnel money to Raymond.

Right.

Well, here we go.

Centralized Financial... the LLC that made small deposits into Raymond's account totaling 100 grand over the past month.

It doesn't look like a business to me.

Oh, it isn't.

It's a shell corporation owned by Gavin Eauclaire.

He doles out high-interest loans no bank would ever bet on.

The Feds have investigated him for money laundering, but, mm, Gavin's smart enough to make sure the charges never stick.

Think he'll let us in?

Uh, no.

I think he's coming to us.

[Scoffs, chuckles] EMPD.

Should I call my lawyers now or after you leave?

Do you remember him, Mr. Eauclaire?

Raymond Larsen, the guy who couldn't pay you back the 100 grand he owed you and turned up dead?

100 grand? Try 300.

Even better.

He could only give you 100 grand, so you k*lled him.

You talk, all I hear is motive.

All I hear is that Raymond Larsen had $100,000 that he never gave me.

And he never told you about the money?

He told me he was expecting a large chunk very soon.

Some big investors were backing his new app.

Do you know the names of these investors?

[Laughs] Now, that's privileged.

Oh, right, right.

I forgot about desperate, sad, sad, loan-shark privilege.

Why'd they back out?

Something about Raymond's past work.

Maybe an app malfunctioning.

One more question... Where were you two night ago?

With my wife.

And she'll tell you the same thing.

Just so you know, I would never have k*lled Raymond.

Dead people don't pay.

[Engine starts]

Got to admire his honesty.

[Scoffs] No, no, I don't.

Gavin was telling the truth.

There was a lawsuit filed against Sweetwater Industries, a medical-supply company that specializes in the treatment of diabetes.

What's their connection to Raymond?

Well, they purchased his first app, the one that monitored insulin levels in diabetic patients.

So Sweetwater was legally liable if that app malfunctioned.

So, if Raymond's name was never publicly dragged through the mud, the suit probably was dismissed.

It was.

But Sweetwater's lawyers were sweet enough once I threatened a subpoena to give me the name of the family that sued...

Whitehall. Raymond's technology malfunctioned, putting the family's grandmother into a coma, where she still is... in Wisconsin.

Medical bills must be compounding every day.

Yep, and Sweetwater's lawyers didn't seem to be losing any sleep over that.

Yeah, but Raymond was.

And I think I know where he was sending the money.

[Computer beeps]

Louisa Whitehall, 62, in a coma at Madison General.

I'm pretty sure the Ambien that was in Raymond's system was 'cause he was losing sleep over Louisa.

Why?

Because he blamed himself for her condition.

He couldn't afford to keep paying her medical bills.

Can you zoom in on her cheek?

Yeah.

[Mouse clicks]

Top three motives for m*rder?

Money, sex, and...

Revenge.

I think I know who k*lled Raymond.

[Indistinct conversations]

Who knew the Miami-to-Madison route was so popular?

Crazy, huh?

Of course, I know you're on your way to Wisconsin to pay for your grandmother, Louisa's, medical bills.

How do you know she's my grandmother?

Focal dermal hypoplasia.

The pink and white bumps on your hand.

Ivan. Don't hurt anyone else trying to help your grandmother.

I'm gonna get off this bus.

[g*n cocks]

[Clears throat]

Oh, come on.

I have a g*n. You have a Kn*fe.

Who do you think's gonna win?

[Gasps]

Drop the Kn*fe.

Nice and easy.

[Thud]

Drop the bag.

Take two steps back.

[Passengers gasp]

Could have used the zipper.

The Kn*fe was way cooler.

You're right... It was cool.

Ivan Keller, you're under arrest for the m*rder of Raymond Larsen.

[Handcuffs clicking]

♪♪

Villa: Okay, make this easy on yourself.

Tell us how you befriended Raymond.

I didn't befriend him.

I found him.

And he agreed to pay my grandma's medical bills until she recovered.

See, that's the thing, Ivan.

We checked with your grandmother's hospital.

The day Raymond d*ed, they let you know she wasn't gonna recover, because of Raymond's faulty technology.

So you k*lled him.

Anything else you'd like to add?

Yes.

"Yes" what?

Yes, I k*lled Raymond.

I'm gonna need you to sign a confession.

I didn't think I had it in me... to k*ll someone.

But when they told me that she wasn't going to make it, I got so angry.

She raised me.

And I just kept seeing her in that hospital bed.

Not dead, but not really alive either.

And I just... snapped.

[Door closes]

I guess we're done here.

Yeah. That's, uh... great news.

Don't tell me you're upset Tawnya didn't do it?

No.

Making peace with the fact that sometimes closure is better in theory than in reality.

Mm. Sucks, doesn't it?

[Door opens]

Well, maybe you haven't had closure yet.

Nope. I'm ready to let this go.

[Elevator bell dings]

[Sighs]

Hey, we need to go.

Where?

Your lab.

Why? The case is closed.

No, it isn't.

So, if we already know that the k*ller is human and not robe, what is it exactly that we're looking at here?

Besides free hotel merchandise.

Which is only nice if you brought enough for everyone.

Okay, don't think of this as a robe.

It's the m*rder w*apon.

Rosewood: We know that Raymond was strangled.

We just don't know what Ivan used to strangle him with.

I found hairlike fibers on Raymond's neck.

75% fibroin, 22% sericin.

Consistent with silk.

And I was able to match the fibers on Raymond's neck to this.

Okay, but the k*ller already confessed.

Confessions get thrown out of court all the time.

We need evidence.

Well, there's DNA all over the m*rder w*apon.

Mitchie: Mm, well, Raymond's hotel room was kind of a "best of bodily fluids" festival.

Okay.

He slept with three women, guys.

And all the DNA on the m*rder w*apon is female.

Ivan was working with a female partner.

And we can't discount the fact that Tawnya was also in the room.

Mm. May she rest.

Oh, forgot. That bitch is still kickin'.

We need to match the DNA from the robe tie to each woman that was in Raymond's room that night.

While I'm all for the pursuit of justice, I am wondering why you brought the m*rder w*apon here.

Because I found prints and I don't have the equipment to lift them from fabric.

[Laughs] We... We do.

Lifting prints from silk is the forensic equivalent to Sisyphus.

[Chuckles]

And this robe tie is our boulder.

Mm.

Okay. All right.

Let's get to work.

♪ Want to see you with it ♪
♪ Sure could treat you right ♪
♪ Give me just a minute ♪
♪ Of your time tonight ♪
♪ We both are here to have the fun ♪
♪ So let it whip ♪
♪ We'll get into grooving ♪
♪ Love your body language ♪
♪ Baby, let me know ♪
♪ You've got me sort of anxious ♪
♪ We both are here to have the fun ♪
♪ So let it whip ♪
♪ So, let it whip ♪
♪ Let's whip it, baby ♪
♪ Child ♪
♪ Let's whip it right ♪
♪ Get a grip ♪
♪ Let's whip it, baby ♪
♪ Work it all night ♪
♪ Well, what's your trip ♪
♪ Oh, no ♪
♪ Child? ♪
♪ Come on, let it whip ♪
♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪

[Camera shutter clicking]

♪ Let it whip ♪
♪ Let's whip it, baby ♪
♪ Work it all night ♪
♪ Well, what's your trip ♪
♪ Oh, no ♪
♪ Child? ♪
♪ Come on, let it whip ♪

We have prints on our m*rder w*apon.

And we know the person who they belong to.

What are we doing here? I confessed.

I k*lled Raymond.

Well, let's just say this case is personal to us, just like it's personal to you.

Because when you k*lled Raymond, you weren't working alone.

That's not true. I swear.

You know, there was a time I would have taken you at your word for this, but someone got to me.

Made me not trust people.

Do you trust someone, Ivan?

Like the woman who helped you k*ll Raymond?

No, it was me.

It was all me. I told you.

I lost control when I found out my grandmother wasn't gonna recover.

Please, you have to believe me.

Okay, this is...

This is sort of a bad news/good news situation.

The bad news is, you're gonna spend the rest of your life in prison.

The good news is, you won't be doing it alone.

Bring her in.

Sarah. No, no, no.

I didn't tell them anything.

I knew you wouldn't.

We ran all the DNA on the m*rder w*apon.

Guess what.

Turns out that you're a familial match here to old Sarah, your sister.

Oh, and her fingerprints were on the robe tie.

She strangled him while you held him down.

Get them out.

I'm sorry.

Hey. Thank you.

No, thank Adrian.

[Gasps] Oh, by the way...

Tawnya's being transferred today.

I thought you should know.

♪♪

Beaumont.

It's okay that you transferred the case, Mom.

It's okay that you went to see Tawnya.

But from now on, you need to practice letting me fight my own battles.

The next battle you fight will not be one that you can handle alone.

You know about my dialysis.

I do.

Am I upset? Yes.

Are my feelings hurt that you didn't tell me?

Yes.

Will I get over it? Of course.

Let me guess.

You have your thoughts on how I should proceed.

Many.

But the first one is this.

You will sit down with your team, your family, and tell them what's going on.

And then we will... we will figure it out one day at a time... together.

[Knock on door]

Hi.

Oh.

Those are the resignation papers?

They are.

But I can't bring myself to sign them.

I might be able to help.

[Chuckles]

Um, look...

I know that we haven't been together that long, and this is a... a huge thing to ask.

You can't shock me.

I want you to meet my mother.

Her memories are fading, and to be honest, I don't even think she'll remember meeting you.

But you will.

But I will.

I'd love to meet her.

Thank you.

Now, about your resignation papers...

I have something to tell you, too.

Rosie and I pulled some strings at the assisted-living facility your mother liked.

She's in.

[Chuckles]

I don't even know what to say.

Oh, you don't have to say anything.

Oh.

♪♪
♪ You got me losing my mind ♪

[Buzzer]

♪ Got me losing my mind just to get you to notice me ♪

I'm glad you came to say goodbye.

And I hope that, one day, you can forgive me...

...'cause, Rosie, what we had... well, parts of it, at least... they were just as real to me as they were to you.

Well, I didn't... I didn't come to say goodbye.

And I didn't come to forgive you.

Oh. That's right.

You cleared my name.

And I promised I'd find a way to get you your money back.

It's not about the money.

I can always make more money.

Plus, I don't want you hurting someone else just to pay me back.

Then why are you here, Rosie?

I thought it would feel good to watch you lose your freedom.

And it doesn't feel good?

[Sighs]

♪ Ooh ♪

No, it doesn't.

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

It feels great.

♪ You're gonna make me turn back, back, back ♪
♪ Way back to the oldest me ♪
♪ Guarantee that you'll notice me ♪
♪ You're gonna make me turn back, back, back ♪
♪ There was only one me you could know ♪
♪ And this is my only me ♪

[Door opens]