Rosewood

officer: Miami pd! Get down from there now!

hold it!

Stop!

guys, back up. Back up.

Hey, hey. Get back, man.

Stevie, couple too many of them mojitos?

Go on in, guys.

Woman: Oh, my God!

Anybody know cpr?

Reporter: Steven stavros,

son of real-estate magnate Alexis stavros,

died last night at the brood nightclub in South beach.

Some suspect a drug overdose, although we're still awaiting

official confirmation on the cause of death.

Nonetheless, a very sad and tragic time

for one of Miami's most prominent families.

The guests will be here any minute.

Good.

Won't be much of a surprise if she shows up before they do.

Well, you have to call mom and stall her. Okay.

Oh, never mind. Here we go.

Guess it's time to get the party started.

Surprise!

Uh, yeah, that's my line.

Not anymore it's not.

See, I don't like surprises, and I told my colleagues

at Fillmore high that I like retirement parties even less.

They want to drone on about my accomplishments?

Save it for the funeral parlor.

That's the only place I can't stop it.

Is there a law against surprise parties?

'Cause we got 40 people coming to this thing.

You might need more than one policeman.

Actually, I won't need any.

You see, I happened to be cleaning out my office

and realized how few cards and flowers I'd gotten

from the faculty.

Why?

Because they were saving it for the party.

So I told them it's cancelled.

Okay, but that doesn't expla...

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Wow. Hold on. Got to be kidding.

She didn't do this, did she? Just, uh, set up anywhere you like...

Those are tear-away pants. Pump up the music...

And get out of that uniform. What is... what is this?

Y'all uncomfortable yet?

Because that's how you almost made me feel.

My retirement, my rules.

Now, if you'd like me to take you to lunch,

I'll be downstairs.

Mm-hmm.

It's gonna be like this 24/7 now, okay?

You thought she was all over us before she retired?

No! No, my man. Nope, nope. You got to go.

Oh, you gonna come up out? Ah, you got to be up out.

You do realize the party's not really happening?

Time to go. Time to go. Take all your stuff.

Just gonna just keep... Sorry.

Peace.

Yeah.

Stevie here snorts his way into ya-ya town

and goes down in front of, what, 100 people in that club?

Who do you think's got to mop up the mess?

Cap, this doesn't fall on you.

His dad may seem like Mr. generosity

when he's building hospitals and buying congressmen,

but you know what happened to that guy on the zoning board

who tried to block his last skyscraper?

Neither does anybody else.

You read the m.E. Report?

Yeah. It doesn't even come close to adding up.

M.E. Is saying heart attack, but they found a blood problem

that wasn't on his medical records.

Old man stavros wants to bury his child,

shut down the tabloid circus.

And if I'm the one that keeps it open?

What's that?

Patrol division thought we'd get a kick out of this,

and they were right.

Yes!

Rosie.

We get that talented son of a bitch

to do another autopsy on Stevie today.

No. And then you're flying solo on any follow-up.

What? Why Rosie? And why me?

I don't want no leaks dribbling out of this building.

Rosie doesn't even work for the department,

and you...

Who you gonna gossip with?

No one in the bullpen even likes you.

Feldheim doesn't mind me.

This meeting never happened.

Get him going on the body today.

I'm gonna find whoever did this.

Mom, look, it's probably some innocent kids, okay?

We have an autopsy to do.

Three businesses in full view of the crime scene.

Can we just let it go? Please?

Yo, bro, she has no job, nothing to do.

Let her sink her teeth into this so she doesn't sink them into us.

I'm just saying.

He died in what should've been his prime,

but I'm surprised he made it to 39.

Coronary disease

and left ventricular hypertrophy from the cocaine abuse,

liver dysfunction from binge drinking.

Gee, I guess the appletini fell far from the tree.

Well, he may have lost his way,

but he's still somebody's baby.

With a little more time,

he could've turned his life around.

Can this lab keep a secret, or what? Yes.

Yeah. Yeah.

Can we also just savor the moment?

Secrets mean intimacy, a circle of trust.

There's no circle.

And for the record, I didn't tag you into this. Cap did.

So, uh, you want to tell me if this was a natural death?

Well, the heart gave out after years of abuse,

which is why the m.E. Stopped there, but...

I found traces of an antibiotic, sulfa,

which caused the blood problem that you flagged,

hemolytic anemia.

Mediterranean genes made him vulnerable to it.

We also found traces of camphor, and that is a chemical

that shredded his red blood cells even more.

When your vascular system's already shot,

that's gonna kill you within days.

So stavros developed a blood problem

and was then exposed

to the exact chemical that would kill him?

Well, if it's not foul play,

it's the mother of all coincidences.

How can a person be exposed to camphor?

Mothballs, insect repellent,

but unless the guy was crouching in a box of sweaters...

Or chugging cans of bug spray,

he got it from an acupuncturist.

It's in the ointment that they use.

Tell me what you got.

Stavros saw an acupuncturist last week...

First time ever.

I love this whole machine.

What are the odds a guy takes an antibiotic,

gets a blood problem,

then gets a first-time rubdown

with the chemical that makes that problem lethal?

Telling you, I've got to see the acupuncturist,

find out who sent Steve stavros there to get stuck.

Yeah, I told you to keep it on the dl, right?

You run around town, you're gonna make a lot of noise.

I got old man stavros calling me personally,

asking me when he can bury his child.

Just tell him we can't rush this.

What's the worst that'll happen?

We traumatize a powerful dynasty,

create a Mountain of bad press,

end up third and fourth man on a two-man sanitation truck.

And you are?

Donna Rosewood.

Now, I hate to impose,

but two of my son's billboards have been desecrated.

Mrs. Rosewood, hi. I'm...

Detective villa, yes.

You're the one that's been partnering up with my Beaumont.

Uh...

No, we don't... Partner up.

Uh-huh.

Hornstock: As you know, we work in homicide.

So you really ought to have this conversation...

My Beaumont helps you put away murderers.

Now, I'd like a list of surveillance video,

traffic cameras of the relevant intersections, please...

No judge is gonna issue a warrant

for a couple hundred clams in damage.

Now, she's got a case to close, I got a division to run,

and the desk officer's that way.

I'm not going anywhere.

Rosewood: So, my buddy weighs 500 pounds.

He was eating a cheeseburger. Ugh, no.

I said, "I thought you were into fitness."

He said, "I'm fittin' to put this in my mouth,"

talking about the cheeseburger.

Hey, namaste!

Some flavonoid-rich green tea

to ease you into the world of eastern medicine?

Eva here can work a few key acupoints,

enhance your body's life-force energy,

and I don't mind waiting.

Eva here sticks people with pins.

Not a ton of medical nuance there, which means I got this.