All language subtitles for The Mentalist 410 Fugue In Red

The attack took place
in the middle of a shift change.

Normally, the shift works till morning,
but the crew had a bachelor party.

LISBON:
Who's getting married?

Toby Rawlins.

He found the victim
seconds after his throat was cut.

Ugh, it's gotta be the worst
bachelor party ever.

LISBON:
Did Toby see what happened?

He saw a hooded man run
into the woods. Jeans. Dark jacket.

- Couldn't make out a face.
- Any sign of a murder weapon?

Nothing.

Who's the victim?

Paul Satterfield. Twenty-five years on
the job. Multiple citations for bravery.

It's not your fault.

Yeah, I know that.

Unless, of course, you did it.

- Did you kill him?
- No.

Okay. Just had to ask.

What are you doing out here anyway?

I thought you were headed off
to celebrate your freedom.

Paul couldn't make the party.

He never leaves his shift early,
but he bought me a cigar.

For us to smoke together.

Somebody inside the fire station
knew the victim was here.

If you're saying one of our guys
did this, no way.

I saw the killer get away
through there.

Look, we had half the fire station
looking for him. Guys from two shifts.

Could be the killer circled back around
and joined the search for himself.

Could have happened.
It would've been chaotic out here.

Paul Satterfield was one of us.

We all loved him like a brother.

Yeah, you've heard of
Cain and Abel, right?

Cho, gather the firefighters.
We need to establish a time line.

Can I borrow your flashlight? I'm gonna
go looking for the murder weapon.

Jane?

Jane, you out here?

Jane, come on.

No.

Paramedics! I need help now! Please!

Jane. Jane. Come on.

He's still not breathing. No pulse.

- Is he prone to seizures or blackouts?
- No.

He's on the backboard.

Epi's in.

No pedal, no distal.
He's bradying down.

- How long has he been out here?
- I don't know. Um, seven, eight minutes.

Defibrillator standing by.
Ready.

Pads on him.

- Please.
Need a milligram of atropine.

Ambu bag. Come on, start bagging.

Twelve gauge IV.
Hook him up to the AED.

Let's charge him. Charge to 100 joules.

Everybody clear.

Everybody back.

Still nothing.

Clear.

- Jane.
Got a sinus rhythm.

Jane, are you okay?

Bring that O2 up.
NRB, right away.

LISBON:
Can you hear me?

Jane.

Get him ready for transport. On my count.

One, two, three, lift.

Watch your back, coming through.
Watch yourselves. Make a hole.

Make a hole. Coming through.

How is he?

He's breathing. He's gonna be fine.
He'll be fine.

Jane?

How you feeling?

Excellent, I think.

It's good to see you breathing.

It's good to see you period.

We're doing everything we can
to find your attacker.

You didn't happen to see a face,
did you?

No.

Not that I could remember.

What's the last thing
you do remember?

Um...

Are we sleeping together?

Excuse me?

You're a cop. That's obvious.
But you're not treating me like a suspect.

I can't see any reason
for a police officer...

...to come to my bedside unless we're -

Unless we're sleeping together.

- You don't know who I am?
- Please don't take it personally.

I'm sure you're quite memorable.
I just- I've been through a lot.

Apparently.

No.

We are not sleeping together.

We're working toward it, though, right?
So I haven't missed anything.

What's your name?

Are you putting me on?

I wish I was.

Um, I'm Teresa Lisbon with the CBI.
I'm a homicide detective.

You're my consultant.

I catch bad guys?
Wow, that sounds like fun.

I always wanted to pit my psychic skills
against criminals.

You're not a psychic.

- You used to pretend to be one, but -
- But what?

Teresa.

I'm sorry. Yeah, I should've talked
to the doctor before I came in here. I -

Whoa, whoa, Teresa, wait.

I saw something during my attack.

What did you see?

A light.

What kind of light?

White light.

Intensely bright.

And I walked toward it.

There were lots of people,
gathered around...

...reaching out with their hands to me.
There was a woman.

A woman who knew you.

Your mother.

Jane. I'm not impressed.

I told you my mother died
when I was a girl.

Well, did you tell me
that she gave you that cross?

You touched it just like that
when I was unconscious.

It's what led her to me.

And now I can lead her to you.

You wanna put me in touch
with my dead mother?

I'm a psychic, Teresa. That's what I do.

He doesn't know who I am.

He doesn't know who he is.
It's called dissociative fugue.

The temporary loss
of personal identity.

It could last hours or months,
and in rare cases, years.

But he remembers some things.
Like he used to be a fake psychic.

He just did a cold reading.
It was a good one.

- Has he had any previous traumas?
- His wife and daughter were murdered.

There you go. His mind
is protecting itself from further trauma...

...by blocking out that pain.

As far as Patrick knows,
his family never existed.

- Their death is what brought him to us.
- That's why he doesn't know you.

But it sounds like you're just
what he needs to get back on his feet.

How should we act when he gets here?

Normal.

I never know
how to act around Jane normally.

Then you're all set.
But don't talk about his past.

It's important Jane's memories
come back on their own.

Ugh, this is crazy.
He should be in the hospital.

On the contrary, the doctor wants him
in a familiar environment.

- Is he gonna help with the case?
- He says he can't wait.

You sure this is a good idea, boss?

I don't know, but Jane needs something
to hold onto.

We're gonna give it to him.
Where are we with the victim?

According to co-workers,
Paul Satterfield was a legend.

The old guard respected him.
The younger idolized him.

Satterfield left behind a widow, Diane.
Together 16 years.

- She's coming by to talk.
- Anything from the crime scene?

No trace evidence. All the EMTs trying
to rescue him contaminated everything.

I vote we skip the awkward
introductions because you know me.

And in one sweeping glance, I know as
much about you as the day I forgot you.

- You gave us a scare yesterday.
- Well, not my intention, I assure you.

Well, we're just glad
you pulled through.

Thanks, Bigsby.

Rigsby. It's Wayne Rigsby.

Wayne.

We're just working the case.
So feel free to jump in any time.

Okay, your armed robber?

Desperate amateur. Why work alone?

Because he doesn't know
any other criminals.

The Lucha Libre mask
projects the correct attitude, but look.

Look what he is wearing.

Khakis and a fitted sweater.
- Jane.

The closest a man should come
to touching a fitted sweater...

...is helping a woman out of one.

Jane, another team is handling the ATM
lobby hit. We got the dead fireman.

Got it.

The, uh, victim was featured
in a local newscast the day of his murder.

I pulled a copy.
We might find something useful in it.

A dramatic rescue...

...before the light of dawn this morning.

Firefighter Paul Satterfield
risked it all...

...to pull an unconscious man
from his burning house in Wilton.

Both men barely escaped
with their lives...

...when a dramatic flashover
exploded behind them.

Officials believe the fire spread
from the chimney...

...of the two-story home of Tom Wilcox,
who was treated for smoke inhalation...

...and released from the hospital.

This isn't the first time we've featured
Paul Satterfield on this newscast -

Where's Satterfield's partner?

You always enter a burning structure
with two firefighters.

- I wanna know who let the victim enter.
- Go to the firehouse. Take Jane.

Me?

Whoever killed Satterfield
tried to kill you.

Oh. You want to give him
another try at that?

You'll be okay.
Rigsby will be with you.

Why is Teresa insisting
that I meet these firefighters?

- You might recognize the killer.
- It's doubtful.

They said that I was attacked
in the dark and held underwater.

So isn't it likely that he took me
from behind?

Yeah, probably. But you're still good
at sussing out guilty parties.

How do I do that exactly?

It's hard to say.
Causing trouble mostly.

- And you don't mind?
- We're a team. We help each other out.

Well, in that case, Wayne, what's the
best way in with the luscious redhead?

Van Pelt?

Clearly you two had a thing,
and she dumped you.

But maybe you can share a tip on how
to open the cookie jar, you know?

Get some, uh, tasty ginger snaps.

You want a tip?

Back off.

I thought we were a team.

- I'm sorry for your loss, Mrs. Satterfield.
- You are, are you?

Yes, ma'am. I hold firefighters
in the highest regard.

Even ones who die in a knife fight?

Hell, even I didn't see that one coming.

Uh, you mind?

It's not allowed.

Did your husband have any enemies?

God, no. Paul Satterfield was a hero.

You didn't hear?

You will.

Where's your wedding ring?

Oh. I'm having it melted for cash.

No, not really.
At least not for cash anyway.

Having it resized
to fit my middle finger.

Think of it as a statement.

You don't mind
being considered a murder suspect.

Consider me whatever you want,
you know?

You're wasting your time.

- I was working last night.
- Yeah? Where?

Suicide prevention hotline.

It's true.

Two minutes with me
and your life ain't looking so bad.

You sure I can't have a smoke?

CUTRIGHT: Gather around, please.
These men are with CBI.

We're gonna do everything we can
to help them out for Paul.

RIGSBY:
Thank you, captain.

My name is Agent Rigsby.
This is Patrick Jane.

RIGSBY:
I know a lot of you are here on your day off.

And I want to thank you all
for coming.

I spent a lot of time working arson,
which is why I know that Paul...

...was hung out to dry yesterday
during that house fire.

- What are you suggesting?
- I got what I need.

- You recognize one of these men?
- I've seen enough to identify the killer.

More specifically, uh, your mascot here
has smelled enough.

- What's his name?
- Hoser.

Naturally. Uh, may I?

Come on, Hoser.

We've all heard of dogs...

...that found their way home
from thousands of miles away.

That's because these animals
have a sixth sense.

Natural disasters.
The presence of spirits.

Some of them can even detect cancer.

- That's a bunch of crap.
Really?

An Atlanta woman credits her dog
for pawing a cancerous tumor...

...which saved her life.
Why do I remember that?

In any case, on my command,
our canine friend here...

...will use his extra-sensory perception
to sniff out...

...a killer's guilt.

And I do believe he's found it.

Hoser, go get the killer.

Ah.
- Hey.

- What's this?
- Smoked kipper.

Also known as red herring.

I found it in your kitchen.

What?

- What's not funny?
- What's going on here?

- You said I cause trouble.
- Uh, yeah, to help the investigation.

That guy's the paramedic
that saved your life.

- Oh, well, thank you very much.
- No problem.

- Are we done here?
- Not by a mile.

When Hoser here was, uh,
pouncing on my rescuer...

...I couldn't help but notice
a profound sense of relief...

...from you, sir.

What's your relationship
with the deceased?

- Not much.
- No sad feelings, no wedding ring?

That's lady's perfume. With a top note
of orange mixed with bitter almond.

That's not a young woman's fragrance.

Were you sleeping
with the victim's wife?

That's offensive.
Firefighters are a brotherhood.

- Wives are off-limits.
- Well, tell him that.

I think it's time for you to go.

Huh, Larkin?

- I said it's time for you to go.
- It's okay, cap.

It's all gonna come out anyway.

What he said is true.

I was having an affair
with Paul's wife.

How was that?

Yeah, just like the old you.

LISBON:
Heard you riled them up in there.

Sounds like the Jane I know.

Hmm.

Is anything coming back to you?

Kids prefer cheese
over fried green spinach.

Come again?

It's an acronym for the seven levels...

...of taxonomy: Kingdom, Phylum,
Class, Order, Family, Genus, Species.

Impressive.

I can also name geological time periods,
the world's longest rivers...

...and the complete works
of Shakespeare in chronological order.

So the memory palace is intact.

- I told you about the memory palace?
- We're friends.

The doctor says it's your emotional
memories that are tripping you up.

Has anything come back to you?
Anything at all?

No.

- What do you remember about this?
- My wedding ring.

No better way to gain a woman's trust
than to wear a wedding ring.

Except maybe buy a dog,
but who wants that mess?

Okay, so you wear a wedding ring
to get over on women.

Worked on you.

You remember the house fire
that we saw on the newscast?

It was the only call that the victim
responded to the day he was murdered.

I'm gonna have Cho go and take a look.
I want you to go with him.

- So it's his turn to babysit me now?
- Well, somebody has to.

Pleasant weather.
Has it been like this all week?

I guess. Why?

Big elephants
can always understand small elephants.

Because, Teresa. Because.

Oh. Oh, I get it.
It's another acronym. Nice.

Were you at the firehouse
the night the victim was murdered?

I left early to go to the bachelor party.

Were you with anyone?

- No.
- So you could have circled back.

I could have...

...but I didn't.

Why were you sleeping
with Mrs. Satterfield?

It felt good.

- Enough to want her husband dead?
- I didn't want him dead.

Oh, no?
Well, I checked yesterday's logs.

You were Satterfield's partner
in that fire.

You let him go upstairs
without backup, alone.

I was the one who was left without
backup, okay?

We live and die by SOGs.
Do you know what those are?

- Standard operating guidelines.
- Yeah.

We were conducting a standard
left-hand search...

...of a fully involved house,
when Paul decides to run upstairs...

- ...and find the homeowner.
- Why didn't you go with him?

He left me in a smoke-filled room
with zero visibility.

I couldn't see my hand
in front of my face...

...much less which way he ran.

But that's the way it was with Paul.

He could break every rule...

...leave his partner in danger,
and still he's the hero.

So why didn't you tell the captain?

Paul was good press.

Look, I feel bad that he's gone...

...but I'll tell you what.

I am glad that I don't have to count
on him to cover my back at the next fire.

You take this side of the street.

Find out if neighbors saw the victim
interacting with anyone suspicious.

You want me to go door to door
like a salesman?

You do it all the time.

You say it's one of the more interesting
things about being a consultant.

You're a clever one, Mr. Cho.

And I'll do your bidding.

First, I wanna take a look
at this burned out house.

When can I go inside?
I need to get in there.

CBI. What's going on here?

- They won't let me inside my house.
- It's a standard arson investigation.

We'll call him when it's over.

This is crazy.
Why would I set fire to my house?

Everything I own is in there.
My kid's childhood.

- No one's accusing you, sir.
- I know you. I saw you on the TV.

The fireman saved your life.
Patrick Jane.

Tom Wilcox.

I almost died yesterday too,
but, uh, no news cameras.

Did you know the man who pulled you
from the fire was killed?

Yeah, I read it in the paper.

I didn't even get a chance
to thank him.

Did you see the victim
in conflict with anyone?

- No, I was unconscious the whole time.
- Me too.

A guy was behind me with my head
under the water. How did you black out?

When the fire jumped the fireplace, I ran
and grabbed all the valuables I could.

But the smoke was too thick,
and I couldn't breathe.

We both cheated death. That's just -
That's remarkable.

You know,
we should get T-shirts made up.

I'm glad you're happy,
but I just lost everything I own.

I got my wife and my daughter
in a motel I can't afford...

...with nothing but the clothes
on our backs.

You can ask your insurance company
for an advance on the claim.

My house isn't insured.
I mean, it was, but...

I'm a savings and loan officer,
and ever since the banks collapsed...

...I've been out of work.

Okay, well, let's forget the T-shirts.
Uh, Mr. Cho.

Let's say we give this poor man
a ride back to his family. Come on.

Okay, thanks. Hey, boss.

On Rigsby's advice, I went through
Mrs. Satterfield's credit reports.

Take a look at this.

Looks like our grieving widow
had a lot to celebrate.

Yeah.

I'm thinking about using that
life insurance money to redo my kitchen.

No offense, Mrs. Satterfield,
but you're quite brazen.

Which means you're either innocent
or stupid.

She doubled down
on her husband's insurance policy...

...a month before his murder.
I'm going with stupid.

Wouldn't be the first time a cheating
wife arranged for her husband's death.

- You think I was unfaithful?
- You were sleeping with another man.

Paul knew about my affair.
Truth is, he was relieved.

I stopped begging for his attention.

You see, he could never give me
what I wanted.

- Which was?
- A marriage.

He left ours years ago.

My husband was a junkie.

- Heroin?
- Adrenaline. Couldn't get enough of it.

Drinking in all that glory.
Dancing in the fire.

How do you compete
with the high of being a hero?

Why didn't you just leave him?

And what kind of settlement
am I gonna get from a firefighter?

I upped the policy because his death
was just a matter of time.

Every day a race towards
the edge of a cliff.

I'll bet getting stabbed
was the biggest rush of his life.

Thanks for the ride.
It's, uh... It's been a tough day.

- Hi, Dad.
- Hey, baby.

- Who are your friends?
- I'm Agent Cho. This is Patrick Jane.

We're investigating the murder
of Paul.

Oh, I was just reading about him
in the paper. It's so sad.

Lulu would be without a father right now
if it weren't for him.

Do you know anything about
the funeral? Uh, we'd like to be there.

Well, they usually have that information
in the story. Have a look here.

Oh, this clown again. He's stealing
a lot of press from our fallen hero.

Did you find my dolls?

I'm afraid not, honey. I still haven't been
able to get inside our house.

Well, not to fear.

Mr., uh, Cho here and I
will go back to your home...

...and see what we can find
to make your life easier.

- Yes.
- No, you don't have to do that.

It's okay.

- I miss my dolls.
- Not for long.

Thank you, both of you.

Shall we?

- What's your play here?
- I don't know what you mean.

What are you trying to do?

Bring a ray of hope to a family,
I suppose...

...and help my friends solve a crime.

I don't buy it. You don't help us
because you like us.

I don't like you?

You don't not like us...

...but you have deeper reasons
for helping people.

Without those reasons,
you're a hustler.

So, what's your play?

You're wrong about me, Mr. Cho.

I do like you.

And I can assure you, I want
to help that little girl find her lost doll.

Okay.

What's wrong?

This doll.

It reminds me of something.
I can't... I can't quite...

It's your family.

Yeah, my family.

I can't believe that.

How could I forget my family?

I'm sorry.

Could you give me a minute,
please, Mr. Cho?

Sure, I'll wait outside.

Jane?

Okay, if he does show up,
please call us right away. Thank you.

- Not at the hospital.
- I'm starting to get worried.

- It's not like he has money.
- Uh, yeah, he has money.

I found this in my wallet
when we got back from the station.

- "IOU 60 bucks."
- Yeah, and I'm $63 light.

- He wasn't even honest about that.
- Start calling local cab companies.

See if any of the drivers
remember giving him a ride.

This is my fault.
I should know better.

So should I.
I'm the one who got him out.

We were all marks today.

Not me.

What? He didn't con me.

Yeah, only because he wants
a date with you.

- Really?
- Don't take this the wrong way.

The death of Jane's family
made him a better person.

That person was always inside of him.
The murder just brought it out.

Rigsby.
Slow down. Who is this?

Are you drunk?

I do not do readings.
You have the wrong number.

- No, stop!
- Don't hang up!

Hello? Where are you calling from?

Okay,
I'm being pulled in this direction.

It is an older woman, an aunt
or a cousin coming through.

There's a "K" connection.

A "K" connection
somewhere over here.

My mother's name was Kate.

Twins. She's saying something about -
What do you know about twins?

- I'm a Gemini.
- Ah.

That's your mother's way
of letting you know she's here.

She's letting me know it's
important that you know...

...this is her opportunity
to make a connection.

This is her chance to come through.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Yeah, your mother is saying...

...she was killed.

What I mean by that is...

...hers was not a natural passing.

Is that right?

It was a car crash.

Okay, I'm sorry. Okay.

That's how you lost her.

You lost her in a crash.
That's what you tell people.

"I lost my mother in a car crash.
I lost her."

I lost her. What you're forgetting
is that she lost you too.

And there is no greater loss than
a parent's loss of a child, but it's okay.

She wants you to know it's okay
because she's here with you.

She's here tonight and she's telling me
that she wants a hug.

A huge hug. Come here.

Come here. Come here, please.
Come here.

Show it to her.

Oh, that's okay.

- I hate him.
- That's not him.

You're very brave.

You have a very strong connection.
You won't lose that now.

Thank you, folks. Whew.

Hi. What are you doing?

What's it look like? Business.
Excuse me. May I?

This is Rigsby's card.

Yeah, you know,
just until I get my own printed up.

You said at the hospital that you were
dying to help. This is not helping.

I am. I'm investigating.

I felt bad about the stunt
I pulled on these boys...

...so, uh, I decided to take the B Shift out
for a night on the town.

Get to know them.
Make sure they're all innocent of murder.

Are they?

They're the best of the best.

- You're a mate, Paddy.
Yep. Thank you. Cheers.

Cheers.
Oh, by the way.

He got the last round.
Could you thank him for me?

We're going back to the hospital now.

Gonna take a rain check.
I've got another show.

Stick around.
I'm best with the late crowd.

You gonna make me call backup
to get you out...

...because I will do that, Paddy.

Gentlemen.

- The best of the best.
Yeah.

See you, Paddy.
Salute.

Well said, my man, well said. Cheers.

I got it from here. Thanks.

I'll see you in the morning.

Uh, no. Actually, put a fork in it.

I'm done. No more police work.

I understand.
You can stay in the hospital...

- ...until you get your memory back.
- What if I don't get it back?

I talked to my paramedic friends.
They told me all I need...

...to be released from this hospital is the
signature from a responsible adult...

...and I got some pretty tasty offers
tonight.

- I'm telling you, this wedding ring -
- I can make you stay, you know.

It's in my power to hold you as a witness
in a murder investigation.

Why would you do that?

You think I can't see
what's going on here?

You people, you're tiptoeing, you're
dancing around some forgotten tragedy.

I'm happy now. Just...

Just let me be happy.

Fair enough.

Look, I'll miss you,
but I'll leave you alone. Okay?

Thank you, Teresa. I appreciate it.

Any parting thoughts on the murder?

Yeah, I figured out
who killed the fireman.

- You did? Who?
- Jacket, left pocket.

- Kind of obvious, don't you think?
- No.

You need me to spell it out for you?

- Yes.
- And I suppose you need me...

...to gift wrap the killer too.

You usually do.

Hmm.

My parting gift to you, I will give
tomorrow morning. Good night.

There's room up here.

Moving van, huh?

You have to put a deposit down
on that? I thought you were broke.

Well, the investigation is over.

They let me in the house and I found
our emergency cash, thank God.

- And now you're going away.
- Montana.

No, prison.

Put your game face on, cockroach.

For the dignity of your family.

Hello there. I got something for you.

I do. Look at this.

Marcy-Grace.

- Yes.
KIM: Oh, that is so nice of you.

- What do you say, honey?
- Thank you.

It's my pleasure.

I found something else in your house.

We have to get on the road,
so whatever it is, you can keep it, okay?

Come on, get in the truck. Let's go.

Wait. What's this about?

I don't believe it's anything your
daughter wants to hear about.

Honey?

Take her into the room.

Just go. I'll explain later. It's okay.

Come on, baby.

Get crazy with those cheese puffs, kid.
So cute.

Before I show you what I found, I have
to tell you the story that goes with it.

Um, it's the tale of an ATM robbery
gone wrong.

I believe you read about it
in the newspapers.

Put the bags down! Do it!

Now your guns. Slowly.

I don't believe the masked robber
intended to hurt anyone...

...but then again, they rarely do.

The first thing a smart criminal
does is destroy the evidence.

Fire, it's a very popular way to do that.

With the fireplace alight...

...the masked robber ran upstairs to lock
his stash away in the bedroom safe.

What he didn't know
was the fire downstairs...

...was now burning out of control.

Well, excuse me,
but what does this have to do with me?

Bear with me. It's been a rough week.

When the robber
found the bottom floor on fire...

...he should have run
right out of there.

He couldn't abandon the cash,
not after all that, so he ran back upstairs.

Problem is the smoke was too thick.
He couldn't breathe.

The masked robber passed out
right there in his own bedroom.

Are you accusing me
of armed robbery?

Yes. And murder.

Oh, and, uh, attempted murder too.
Mine.

- Well, you must be desperate.
- Hardly. I had you pegged from the start.

You know how guards operate
from your savings and loan days.

And who would light a fire
on such a warm morning?

The hard part was to figure out
what would drive you...

...to kill the man who saved your life.

I realized that firefighter saw something
when he braved those flames.

SATTERFIELD:
I got an unconscious man in here.

Something that would send you
to jail for life...

...when he caught the news reports
of the robbery...

...and pieced together what he saw
inside that burning house.

The mask. It had to be.

It's what you were trying to burn with
those bags. It's what Satterfield saw.

And that's why you had to kill him.

That's a scary story.

But without proof, it's just a story.

Oh, almost forgot.
The other thing I found in the ashes.

Yeah, I searched your house
before you did, remember?

I actually tried to crack your safe,
but that's not my specialty.

Don't worry. I'm not here to bust you.
There's nothing in that for me.

I want half the money.

Half the money.

Well, I think that's very generous.

I could ask for more.
What choice do you have?

Half.

Now the mask.

Uh, yeah, the mask, of course. Yes.

Be in the bag there.

Wait. This isn't mine.

No. I, uh, found that
at a Mexican party store.

The colors are a good match though,
don't you think?

Hands in the air where I can see them.
Do it now!

Go. Go.

Turn around.

I've always wanted a couch like that.

- Who's this?
- This is my responsible adult, Tamara.

- Tamara. Hi.
LISBON: Hi.

Well, you did it.

You caught a killer and we got back
most of the stolen cash.

Most?

Wilcox was missing
some of the money.

He said you took it,
but he must have hidden it.

Hmm. I'd look for an accomplice.
That's a big job to pull off alone.

We'll do that. Oh, by the way.

Your last paycheck.

That's my payment?

You weren't exactly in it
for the money.

I confess a vague satisfaction...

...in taking down someone
that thought they were smarter than me.

Not enough to want to stick around here.
Not for this.

All right. Let me know if you change
your mind.

Or you know, get it back.

Some doors are best left shut.

Uh, everyone else,
I'd just like to say thank you.

I'm sure we've shared some
great times together.

I'm not presently qualified to comment,
so I'm gonna make like a rock and roll.

Bye.

Wait.

- That looks real.
- Sure does.

Mm.
- You weren't lying.

You took it.

Wilcox wasn't lying.

You really took it.

I'm sure I have no idea what you're
talking about. Uh, I'm late for my new life.

When did you grab the cash?

Please. Does it matter?

You people are the highway robbers.
Look at this paycheck.

We could have you arrested for theft.

There's not a jury in the world that
would convict me. I'm out of my mind.

- Ask my doctor.
- You're running away.

What are you talking about?

You're starting to feel something.
You don't know what to do.

- That's nonsense.
- Prove it.

Take a ride with me. If you still want
to leave after that, you can.

Great house. Whose is it?

It's yours.

Give me your keys.

Okay.

I'm sorry.