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[dramatic music]

[knock on door]

Jane? You in there?

I'm up. I'm up.

Homicide in San Francisco.

Cho and Rigsby are already
on their way.

Did you sleep here?

No, I was working.

It looks like
you were sleeping.

[clears throat]
Well, I programmed my, uh

dreams to work
on the Red John case.

Oh, well, then make sure
you put in for overtime.

Ah, healthy skepticism.
I like it. But it could work.

Mendeleev saw the entire
periodic table in his dream.

- That's nice for him. Jane?
- Shall we?

As a friend..

...this doesn't look good.

[clears throat]

[instrumental music]

Keeps me going.

[indistinct chattering]

There's evidence
of a physical confrontation

and this is where he ended up.

He was on his back
when the shots were fired.

Eight to ten rounds
to the head.

- Whew. What head?
- Yeah.

Ew.

Two motel guests heard
muffled pops

around 1:00 a.m.,
figured it was city traffic.

No defense wounds. You'd think
he would've at least put up

his hands to shield his face.

Or it depends on
how hard he fell.

Forensics recovered
the casings. 9 millimeter.

Also collected a cigarette butt

and some red fibers
around the body.

You woke me for this?

This man is a sociopath.
He should've been in prison.

He was. Full pardon
two days ago. Name's Henry Dahl.

Convicted nine years ago

in the rape and murder
of one Jennie Winter.

Was a lifer at Del Norte until
a new DNA test set him free.

How'd you peg him as an inmate?

Give me a break.
A classic rooster build.

Massive upper body, skinny legs.

Jaundiced skin,
probably hepatitis "C"

from the dirty needle
tattoo on his elbow.

Spider web representing
the passage of time.

Wh-where are you going?

I'm tired, and I don't really
care who killed this creep.

- He was innocent.
- Meh.

He made instruments
of death out of toothpicks.

[instrumental music]

I know you, don't I?

Are you with homicide?

Right now I'm with you,
unless, uh, of course

are you with homicide?

Did you know it cost
taxpayers 2.4 million

to convict Henry Dahl
in the murder of Jennie Winter?

No kidding.
That's a lot of money.

Now they'll have to spend
millions more finding

and convicting Dahl's killer

because the state set
a hardened criminal free.

How many man hours
will youwaste chasing

'Henry Dahl's killer?'

Not too many.

- Anything usable?
- Ah, maybe.

[instrumental music]

Get this.

[theme music]

[woman on TV]
'And I'm here to tell you'

'Henry Dahl deserved
what he got.'

Even the CBI agrees with me

the premiere law enforcement
agency of California.

Take a look
at one of their agents

just two hours after the
gruesome body was discovered

in a South San Francisco
motel room.

'Not in too big a rush
to catch the killer, is he?'

We've identified this man
as Patrick Jane

the CBI's
top criminal consultant.

'Sleep tight tonight, Mr. Jane.
I know I will.'

This isn't unfamiliar
territory to me.

A paid consultant
mistaking state contracts

for a country club where
he can do as he pleases.

He was tired because
he was here all night

working on the Red John case.
It's completely bogus.

Yeah, I know it's bogus.
But that's not how it looks.

It looks like he puked
in the fish tank.

Kinda does, yeah.

The attorney general
has enough to worry about

with the murder
of a wrongly imprisoned man.

I need Jane awake on this.

To be honest, I'm more
concerned about her behavior

than I am about his.
The police never released

Dahl's identity to the press.

So what's a famous cable TV host
doing in front of the motel?

Karen cross' production company

footed the bill
for Henry Dahl's motel room.

Dahl had driven in from Lodi

to appear as a guest
on her talk show today.

Explains how she knew
he was there.

Wait. Their connection runs
deeper than that.

Before Cross joined Trial TV,
she was a state prosecutor

with 102 violent felony
convictions, no losses.

Guess who one of
those convictions was?

- Hello, Dahl-y.
- Don't do that.

Why would Dahl appear
on the national talk show

of the lawyer who put him away?

Notoriety. Payback. Women.

Cross can't be happy
about Dahl's name being cleared.

Ruins her perfect record.

Agreed. Jane and I will go
talk to her.

Now did Dahl have
a local residence?

A halfway house in Lodi.

You and Cho, start driving.
See what you find there.

I'll Grab the keys.

[instrumental music]

Hey, what's the matter?

Oh. I had a lunch appointment.

Well, I can drive
to Lodi with Cho.

Oh, no. I couldn't
ask you to do that.

Don't worry about it.
I'll clear it with Lisbon.

You know, you go do
your lunch thing.

I hope you're hungry.

- Hey, Grace.
- Hey.

- Rigsby.
- Hey.

So you should grab a jacket.

I hitched us a ride
on the tac team chopper.

We're flying to lunch?

Tac team was heading up north
anyhow, so they're gonna

drop us off at this great
picnic spot I know on the river.

I mean, you said you had
a couple hours, right?

Yeah. Thank you so much.
I owe you one.

[instrumental music]

It's okay.
We'll stop for Big Gulps.

[indistinct]

[Teresa]
'How you doing?
You alright?'

Eh, it's a little chilly
in here, no?

Excuse me. Hi.
I'm Agent Lisbon.

I think you know my colleague,
Patrick Jane.

Well,
he's probably taking a nap.

[indistinct]

He gets nervous on TV sets.

I imagine so, considering
what happened to his family

after his last
talk show appearance.

Even I know better than to
taunt a serial killer on air.

Then you should know better
than to taunt the CBI, because--

I'm a person of interest.
I get it.

So let me make this
easy for you.

Yes, I was outraged that
Henry Dahl was set free.

Did I shoot him?
No. I was in edit bay four

at the time of his murder.
The log includes

a contact number for
the editor who was with me.

Why'd you invite Henry
on your show?

The state may have
let Henry go

but my show is tougher
than any court of law.

I was gonna nail him
to the cross.

- Karen cross?
- You've seen my promos?

Read the trial coverage, too.
It was all smoke and mirrors.

You whipped the jury
into a frenzy

to cover for a lack
of physical evidence.

Two witnesses
put Dahl at the scene.

That doesn't make him a killer.

You caught a break
when the DNA test

from the rape kit
came back as inconclusive.

The new test excludes
Dahl as the perpetrator.

You don't trust DNA?

I don't trust anything coming
out of the justice system.

That's why I left.

I heard you left because

you were gonna be fired
for ethical violations--

Nothing stops me from following
my instincts, Agent Lisbon.

I won't apologize for that.

I spent six months deposing
and questioning Henry.

I'm telling you for a fact,
that man was a reptile.

[instrumental music]

[clears throat]

Shrink, right?

Excuse me?

The vest.

The tea.

Karen Cross
always invites a shrink

to comfort the grieving mother.

I'm Jodi Dahl.

Oh. I'm sorry for your loss.

Don't you worry about me.

I've been letting go
of Henry for years.

Excuse me, hon.

[door closes]

Tea?

It's a hug in a...cup.

No, no, thank you.

I take it you're family, too.

Max Winter.

Max Winter.

The widower of the victim.

Truevictim.

My wife's name was Jennie.

There is nothing about
you that indicates loss.

No scars of aged pain. Bravo.

Corner seat says you're wary.

Need to control
your environment.

In most people,
that creates tension.

But your breathing is relaxed.

What's your trick, Max?

It's...inner peace.

The kind of peace you get when
you shoot your wife's killer?

Henry was innocent, it seems.

Well, if that's true,
the man that raped

and cut your wife up
is still out there.

That doesn't bother you?

Jennifer's life
ended abruptly.

Could've been a drunk driver,
could've been a meteorite.

Anger is unhelpful
and unproductive.

Well, I don't know.

To some people, it's, uh,
it's invigorating.

I'm sorry I don't fit your image

of the tragic husband.

You ask where my peace
comes from.

[dramatic music]

It's called...reconciliation.

I can't undo
what happened to my wife

but for the sake
of my son Jackson

I can decide how I wanna
live thereafter.

So I forgive Henry..

or...whoever it was
who killed Jennie.

I actually forgave
them long ago.

Let's get you wired for sound,
Mr. Winter.

- Excuse me.
- 'Where's Miss Dahl?'

Okay. Bring her to the stage.

This was the scene
nine years ago

when Henry Dahl was attacked

before a pre-trial hearing
by the husband

of the woman whose throat

he was accused of cutting.

I'm gonna kill you, Dahl.

[audience]
'Oh!'

[indistinct chattering]

Threedeputies were guarding
Henry Dahl that day.

Now thatwas the Max I knew.

'He would be dancing a jig after
hearing Henry Dahl was dead.'

But am I to understand
you actually forgave Dahl

before this so-called new
DNA evidence came to light?

It's called
reconciliation, Karen.

Meh.

- 'Reconciliation?'
- 'Yeah, reconciliation. In--'

[Karen]
'Oh, I'm familiar with
what reconciliation means.'

'Reconciliation is basically
when family members'

'of victims, they waltz over
to the prison, they decide'

'they're gonna forgive
this person who murdered'

'their wife or children.
I just don't buy it, Max.'

[instrumental music]

[male #1]
'He was only here for
two nights. I hardly saw him.'

'When I did, he was
just so happy to be free.'

'Who wouldn't be?'

[Kimball]
'Did Mr. Dahl have
any visitors?'

Yeah, the first night out.

Some woman, she dropped
by for a few hours.

Not bad-looking either.
The guy didn't waste much time.

You catch her name?

No. Sorry. Here we go.

[Kimball]
'Thank you.'

[Wayne]
'Thanks a lot.'

[sighs]

Oh, we can take it from here.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

Someone was looking
for something.

Thank you, captain obvious.

Three hours of brooding silence,
then sarcasm.

It's like we're married.

Sorry, Cho. It's just
Special Agent Craig O'Laughlin

and his...chopper.

What's she see
in that guy anyway?

Ivy league degree
in criminology

'6 years in the 101st airborne'

and a black belt in Wushu
from a real shaolin temple.

Yeah, thanks, buddy.
Whatever.

- Aah!
- Cho, under the bed!

[grunts]

[instrumental music]

[panting]

- What are you doing?!
- Just go! Go!

[grunts]

[groaning]

Bet they don't teach
that at a shaolin temple.

[instrumental music]

[male #2]
'Dad! In the garage!'

Wow. Hi.

I thought you were my dad.

No.

What..

...an amazing phenomenon..

...flying machines frozen..

...in mid-air.

I kinda feel sorry for 'em.

Did-did you do all this?

Um, no, my-my dad does.

I just help out.

You're Max's son.
I-I saw you at the talk show.

Jackson, right?

I-I-I'm-I'm looking
for your dad.

Who are you?

You-you a cop or something?

No. Too many laws to uphold.

But I-I do work with the police.

Don't touch that, please.
It's-it's not cured yet.

- It feels okay to me.
- It needs two more hours.

[instrumental music]

Can-can you go now?

Uh, look, my-my dad's
not at the house.

I don't know where he is.

Sure, you do.

You just don't want me to know.

Is he hiding something?

No, he's not hiding anything.

- Are you?
- No. Of course not.

Your dad doesn't seem like

the kind of man
who would ask you to lie.

Artie Mock.

"Multiple arrests
for assault, battery"

"battery with injury.."

And today, aggravated assault
against a police officer.

I'm sorry.

Did I hurt you?

It was just a mattress.

Now what's your relationship
with Henry Dahl?

Friends.

We met in junior college.

We were art majors.

Why'd you break into his room?

I was looking for my money.

He owes me 22 large,
plus nine years' interest.

Where were you last night?

Last night?

I was working graveyard
at the plant.

And, no, I didn't kill him.

I mean, now I ain't ever
gonna see what's mine.

What did Dahl owe you for?

Statute of limitations on drug
dealing is what, six years?

Six years.

In that case, Henry and I ran
a small business in college.

We-we weren't very good at art

so we started
distributing cocaine.

- That's a natural transition.
- That's what we said.

No, H-Henry was storing
a shipment

and-and he gets popped
for murder.

2 kilos.

I visited him in prison,
and he tells me

that the-the stash gets
confiscated, so I let it go.

But then the day
that Henry gets out of prison

he starts flossing about taking
his girlfriend to Jamaica

so I'm thinking he's still
got those drugs hidden.

- His girl?
- Mm-hmm.

Henry'd been out for two days.
When did he find a girlfriend?

She found him, in prison.

They were pen pals.

According to Del Norte

Henry Dahl had just one name
on his approved e-mail list

a woman named Betsy Meyers
from Lodi, his hometown.

Lodi, yeah, I was just there
today. Long drive. Hot.

She and Dahl had a thing
going in high school.

She reached out to him
two months ago

'rekindled their romance.
But there's just one problem.'

- Betsy's married?
- Yes, to a Sean Meyers.

He's a factory worker. They've
been together for seven years.

Somebody should question him.

Agreed.

Someone who hasn't been
to Lodi yet.

I want to see how willingly
they come to us.

Let's call them in
in the morning.

In the meantime there's
no shortage of suspects

who hated Henry Dahl.

23 people threatened his life
during his murder trial

most of which were
friends or family

of the alleged victim.
Here's a list of those names

courtesy of our cable
television friend, Miss Cross.

We got a lot of eyes on us
on this one.

I want you to stay late
and run down these names.

[gunfire]

Bravo.

Oh.

I had a feeling
I'd see you again.

Takes a confident man
to visit a shooting range

when he's still
a murder suspect.

Or an innocent one.
I never got your name.

- I'm sorry?
- Never got your name.

Uh, Patrick Jane.

What kind of gun
do you use, Patrick?

Oh, no. I don't, I don't use.

No? That's, uh, a little strange
for a policeman, isn't it?

Me, I-I like a well-balanced 45.

Best combination of power,
accuracy, and kick.

- Whoa.
- Hey, hey. Careful. Whoa.

Whoa, watch the muzzle sweep.

- 'Sorry'
- 'You never point at anything'

'you don't want to shoot.'

[dramatic music]

Um..

[whirring]

[sighs]
So..

...how can I help you,
Patrick?

Well, um, I'm just curious
to hear how you did it.

How I did what?

Forgave your wife's killer.

Ah. So you believe me now.

Well, I wouldn't
get carried away

but I-I did find out that
you've become quite the, uh

evangelist for reconciliation,
corporate talks and all.

You know why I came here
in the first place?

I manage real estate funds.

I never touched a weapon
in my life.

But then Jennie was butchered,
and I needed a release.

At first, I pretended
the targets were Henry Dahl

and now, they're just targets.

It's a discipline. Very Zen.

You found the gift
of forgiveness through firearms.

Yeah, shooting helped me cope.

My son led me to forgiveness.

All this rage inside me,
that lust for vengeance

I could see I was
scaring Jackson.

I didn't want to lose him, too.

Lo and behold,
Henry Dahl was exonerated

like a sign from above.

Yes. Exactly.

I just wish
I had forgiven him sooner.

Do you have children, Patrick?

No.

[dramatic music]

Try it.

No better pain relief.

- I'm not in pain.
- No?

I sense pain.

Ah, it's nothing
a gun will fix.

By the way, I don't own a gun.

I just rent them
while I'm here.

And I was with my son, at home,
at the time of the murder.

Just, uh..

...in case you're interested.

- It's gonna get loud. Yeah.
- Oh.

I'll just step back here.

[gunfire]

Henry had a beautiful spirit.

That whole bad boy thing

that was always just an act.

He even wanted to try acting
when he got out of prison.

How did you know that?

He told me...in his e-mails.

Did you know that your wife
was exchanging e-mails

with a convicted felon?

Yeah, I was taking
dictation for her.

What do you think? No.

Betsy, according to the prison

you'd been writing Henry
for two months.

- Why'd you reach out to him?
- Yeah, why didyou?

You've had a first love, right?

You know that feeling?

It never really goes away..

...not totally.

I never thought
that Henry killed anyone

and when I read that
there was new DNA evidence

I just wanted to say
"woot, woot," you know.

'As a friend.'

Does this sound like friends?

"Dear Henry,
wild thoughts in my head."

"I know I shouldn't wonder
what your body feels like now."

- But it's all--"
- Okay, stop. Alright?

[dramatic music]

Why are you doing this to me?

My husband is sitting
right here.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

She is so full of it.

What? She wrote some stuff
to a guy. There's worse crimes.

[Teresa]
'Betsy, tell me the truth.'

You heard.
She's in love with him.

No, that's not true.

I really just started
writing him as a friend.

We were arguing so much.

And he knew me so well.

'He started saying
all the things to me'

'that you stopped
saying years ago.'

Did you have any contact with
him after he was released?

Only in e-mails.

Betsy, we showed a photo
of you to the manager

of the halfway house
Henry was living in.

He identified you
as the woman who visited Henry

the day after his release.

You slept with him?

Oh, hush.

I didn't say anything.

What is this, marriage counsel?

[Wayne]
'They're suspects
in the shooting.'

These two?

Really? Hmm.

Um..

Can I see your gun?

Hmm?

Where were the two of you
at 1:00 a.m.?

Drinking beers
at the Lamplighter.

Hi. Patrick Jane. Very nice
to meet you. Hold that, please.

- 'Whoa. Okay.'
- I'm sorry. Here.

What the hell are you doing?

It's okay.
Rigsby took the bullets out.

Muzzle sweeps. They have
no idea how to handle a gun.

Give me a break. Van pelt, run
down Betsy andSean's alibis.

You, outside!

Excuse me.

Soyou're a gun expert now?

No, not me. Max Winter.
You should see him shoot.

Did he shoot Dahl?

What caliber was
the murder weapon?

- 9 millimeter.
- Yeah, Max prefers a 45.

Oh, shucks.
I guess he's innocent.

Here's a revised suspect list.
Max is still on it.

And I hope you got
some sleep last night

because we're going to Lodi
to run interviews.

I just got back from Lodi.

Van leaves in 20 minutes.
Be outside.

[instrumental music]

Patrick Jane, I didn't
recognize you yesterday

at the crime scene. You were
quite the psychic once.

Oh, there's no such thing
as psychics.

So you say now.

Your cold reading of a serial
killer on live television

led to the brutal murder
of your wife and daughter.

Oh. Really?
Thanks for reminding me.

Mr. Jane, I am on your side.

You were a victim
of violent crime

and now you help others.
That's wonderful.

Don't tell me you don't have
the psychic stuff.

What are you doing for the CBI
if you're not psychic?

Are you scamming them,
Mr. Jane?

No, Karen, I am not.

Well, prove it.
Identify Dahl's killer.

Well, if I had Carte Blanche
to do things my way

I would do just that, but they
don't give me carte blanche.

The CBI won't, but I will.

Deputy?

You've been served.

You are hereby
commanded to testify

before a studio audience
of your peers.

What do you need
to solve this crime?

'Name it.'

Well, I suppose, uh..

I need the help of those that
are affected by Dahl's murder.

Those two you had on
your show yesterday would do.

I'll bring them back.

And, uh, I guess,
uh, I need suspects.

Yeah. Make sure these people
are in the audience.

Give 'em an appearance fee,
whatever it takes.

[instrumental music]

Beats driving back to Lodi.

[instrumental music]

You saw him here first,
the sleeping CBI agent.

Well, get ready to meet him.

Patrick Jane, psychic detective?
Tragic victim?

You be the judge today at 3:00

when Mr. Jane taps
his mind's eye

to reveal who killed Henry Dahl.

[indistinct]

Well, where is he?
We're five minutes to air.

Without him, it's just
a rehash of yesterday's show.

- I've left messages everywhere.
- Oh.

Oh. Sorry I'm late. I had to
stop by a bed and bath boutique.

Mr. Jane, there is a reason
that I asked you to arrive

two hours early. I need to
walk you through the lineup.

Are all my suspects here?

Yeah, they're
in the first two rows.

Now the lineup, I'll start
with my state of the union

and then we're just gonna
roll a clip to introduce you.

A clip?

Uh, y--well,
just some old footage.

My Red John
talk show appearance.

Oh, no, just save-save
your reaction for on-air.

I really want you
to relive the moment

Excuse me, Karen.
I gotta hand out candles.

Candles? Wait.
What-what candles?

Hey, folks.

I hope Lodi is
treating you well.

A little treat from Karen Cross.

Hand them out. One each.

Here you go. Pass that back
to him, please. Thank you.

Ah, Jackson.

Here to see the old man again,
are you? Here.

A candle.

We need you onstage now.

Oh, I have to hand these out.
They're for my act.

Unless, uh, what are you doing?

Everybody must have one.

Okay? I need these. Thank you.

- Patrick.
- Max.

[applause]

[instrumental music]

You've probably read stories

about psychics who help
the police solve murder cases.

Well, today, we're gonna take
a peek behind the mystic's veil

to see how that's done.

To introduce our featured guest

we have a dramatic video clip
of his last talk show--

Uh, Karen, sorry to interrupt.

Uh, Mr. Jane, I'll get
to you in a minute.

Could you please sit down?

You-you-you wanted to tell me
something about the lineup.

I forget. The lineup,
did you tell me?

The lineup, I forget.
Forget the lineup.

- What is the lineup?
- Uh--

Let me remind you.
Ladies and gentlemen

it is time
to unmask the shooter.

[audience]
'Ohh.'

What you have all
just witnessed

is a remarkable piece
of mental tomfoolery

from our psychic guest star,
Patrick Jane.

However, this is not
Mr. Jane's show

So I'm gonna ask Mr. Jane
again to please sit down.

I'm sorry. I forget. Whose show
is it? Whose show? I forget.

I forget whose show. Forget--

W-will you stop doing that?
You are a guest here.

Well, actually, no.
I was, uh, summoned.

Are you sure this is
how you want to play it?

You really wanna make yourself
a sorrier spectacle?

Oh, is there anyone more
sorry than you, Karen

with your morbid interest in all
things shocking or repulsive?

You pretend to be a victim's
advocate, but you're a vulture

preying on the carrion
of human suffering.

Are you gonna give me
that carte blanche

you promised me or not?

- Yeah, buddy, go.
- Yeah.

[audience cheering]
You gonna give me
that carte blanche?

'I feel like getting me
some carte blanche.'

Okay, Mr. Jane,
let the psychic wonders unfurl.

There's no such thing
as psychics, Karen.

Only entertainers skilled
in the art of deception.

But I'm happy to, uh

perform
a psychic "demonstration."

Usually begins
with a fantastic claim

such as Henry Dahl's killer is
sitting in this room right now.

[indistinct chattering]

and then, uh, any good psychic
would make sure

that the front row is full
of actual police suspects

which I believe that we have
done for you today.

Then he might go on and explain

how, uh, a-a spirit
that has crossed over

still has the power to
manipulate energy in our world

creating noises, moving objects

and sometimes
even starting fires

and that is what Henry Dahl
is gonna do for us right now.

Henry Dahl will light a candle

to reveal his shooter.

[indistinct chattering]

- Dim the lights, please.
- Oh, I can't wait for this.

That's the spirit.
That's your candle.

Oh. There is one other thing.

A truly world-class psychic
would invite police officials

up on the stage
to make an arrest

once the killer
has been unmasked.

And today, we are very
fortunate to have some, uh

conveniently
telegenic CBI officers

uh, Agent Wayne Rigsby

and the pocket rocket,
the dynamite, heavily armed

cute as a button
Agent Teresa Lisbon.

Ladies and gentlemen,
a round of applause.

[cheering]

Ladies and gentlemen, please

raise your candles
high above your heads

while we wait for Henry Dahl
to reveal his shooter.

[dramatic music]

Speak to us, Henry.

Speak to us from beyond

the great beyond.

- This is ridiculous--
- Ah.

Wait.

Jackson Winter,
of course.

Uh, you think it was me?

Henry Dahl was convicted
of killing your mother

but you didn't buy the DNA
test that set him free, did you?

What are you doing?

[Karen]
'Of course he didn't
believe the DNA.'

I presented an ironclad case.

And the owner of a certain
firing range I visited

tells me that Jackson, in fact,
does like to shoot guns.

Prefers a nine millimeter

same caliber
as the murder weapon.

Look...I didn't shoot anyone,
okay? Dad--

What's more, forensics matched
red fibers from the murder scene

with carpet fibers
from the firing range.

Stop it. You stop this.

My son didn't do anything.

Casting blame on him
like this, it'll ruin his life.

I know.

Then don't do it.

Don't let me.

Alright. You leave him alone.

It was me.

I shot Henry Dahl.

[indistinct chattering]

Or he is just lying
to protect his son.

- Agents, arrest him.
- I'm not lying.

He's not lying.
His son told me.

What are you talking about?
No, I didn't.

Epoxy takes 12 hours to cure.

Yesterday you told me that

that model only needed
two more hours.

That puts you working
in the garage

in the middle of the night.
Your son wasn't asleep.

He heard you leaving. That's why
he wanted to protect you, right?

Alright, let him be.

I pulled the trigger

and I can prove it.

[instrumental music]

[male #3]
'You'll find his prints
on the gun.'

Ballistics will match
the casings.

How did you obtain it?

Gun trafficker eight years ago.

You purchased an illegal weapon
eight years ago. Why?

Dahl was a lifer
in a state pen.

You had no way of knowing
he'd get out.

[dramatic music]

Oh, you wanna stop
talking now? That's fine.

All bets are off.

We're gonna take you
and your son into custody.

No, j-just..

...just wait.

I knew Henry was gonna get out

because I'm the one
who set him free.

How'd you know?

Well, he's a man
of infinite patience

and suppressed rage.

His wife's killer had
to die by his own hand.

He had no choice.

[Kimball]
Okay, you're gonna have
to help me out a little bit.

How did you set Dahl free?

I'm a fund manager at
a real estate investment firm.

I used one fund
to buy up old warehouses

safe investment,
convert 'em into condos

and that's how my firm came to
own a certain bay area warehouse

used for evidence storage.

Including DNA.

[Max]
'It took since months

'to pull the condo permits.'

'I used that time to gain
access to the property'

and I swapped out
Dahl's DNA sample.

Dahl passes retest.
You kill Dahl.

You should sell the book rights.

Hold on. My client never
said he killed Henry Dahl.

Your client confessed
on basic cable.

Toshooting Dahl.

Hello.

I shot that piece of filth.

I shot him right in the face.

[dramatic music]

But I didn't kill Henry Dahl.

He was already dead.

That's a development.

How do you know Dahl was dead?

Back of his head
was busted open.

He was lying in a pool of blood.

Maybe he was still breathing.

No. I checked for a pulse.

I don't buy it.

If you knew Dahl was dead,
why'd you shoot him nine times?

Because he murdered my wife.

Uh-oh.

What?

He's telling the truth.

With no head left to speak of

the coroner can't make
a definitely call

but he did say there was less
blood loss than expected

which supports
postmortem gunshots.

Well, in that case..

...let's go pick out
the actual killer, shall we?

It's kind of obvious now,
isn't it?

I mean, shooting is a crime
of planning. That's Max.

He built an entire fleet
of planes with his hands.

- But a blow to the head?
- Crime of passion.

[Grace]
'A lot of emotions
were flying around'

that interrogation room
yesterday.

The jilted husband,
Sean Meyers, I felt his pain.

Meyers said he
didn't know his wife

was having an affair with
the victim. Maybe he was lying.

What about his alibi?

He alibi'alibieded out
for the 1:00 a.m. shooting

but a blow to the head would
have occurred earlier.

It's like watching a symphony
orchestra come together.

[dramatic music]

[Teresa]
'Dead River Bridge.'

Sean Meyers'
cell phone server

got a fix on his signal
somewhere around here.

Why would he come out here?

Van Pelt talked
to the apartment manager.

He heard a couple fighting.
Betsy got in her car.

Sean took off after her.
She could be his next victim.

Well, that's one theory.

[Betsy]
'Get back!'

[Sean]
'Betsy!'

Stay away from me!

Okay.

[dramatic music]

We're with the CBI.
What's going on here?

Oh, they were up there
when we arrived.

'Can't tell yet.'

'It looks like
an attempted assault.'

He's gonna reach her soon.

We may have to shoot
to stop him.

Get back!

Stay away from me!

Betsy!

If you shoot him,
you'll have two victims.

She just went up there
to see about jumping.

He's trying to save her.

Can I use that?

[beeps]

Uh, Betsy?

If you're gonna jump,
make sure to dive, headfirst.

- Hey.
- Jane.

From that height,
you'll just shatter bones

and suffer
massive internal injuries.

Make sure you dive, headfirst.

[instrumental music]

I just want this all
to end now!

I know.

What do I have to live for?

Um, nothing.

Your husband killed Henry Dahl.
He's going to prison.

[dramatic music]

You killed Henry?

He was gonna hurt you.

You did that for me, baby?

[panting]

Oh!

- Ohh.
- I got you.

Ah, ain't love grand?

Thank you.

Yeah, she was
never gonna jump anyway.

She just wanted the attention.

I found the e-mails
on her laptop two weeks ago.

My entire world fell apart.

I couldn't lose Betsy.
I just couldn't.

When Henry got out of prison
I went to the motel

but I went to talkwith him.

[Henry]
'I'm a free man now.'

'Means free to love, too.'

She's married.

I'll share her with you.
I don't mind.

You learn to share..

...in lockdown.

Where are
my damn cigarettes?

I'll pay you.

I'll give you money
to stay away from Betsy.

How much?

I have 3,200 saved.

[laughing]

I've got millions
coming my way

once the state reimburses me
for all that time in jail.

Sorry.

I plan on having a little fun
with your wife.

'Maybe I'll..'

...slash her throat..

Like I did the last one.

[dramatic music]

Damn,
where are those cigarettes?

[grunts]

I just wanted
to protect her.

This is all my fault.
I'm so sorry.

Alright, time to go.

I'll write you every day.

I suppose, from your perspective

it's a shame that neither man
will serve any real time.

Oh, will they not?

Well, who knows who really
killed Henry Dahl?

Well, prosecution
will say Sean Meyers.

- He struck him in the head.
- Ah, but did he kill him?

Max may well have lied
to protect himself.

Maybe Dahl was still alive.

Max's attorneys
point the finger at Sean

and Sean's attorneys
point at Max

and in the end, they both walk.
Yep, that could happen.

Ah, maybe we could save everyone
a lot of time and money

and let 'em both walk now.

After all, the killer
did get what he deserved.

That's common sense.

But, uh, common sense
carries very little weight

in the DA's office.

Pity.

[instrumental music]

- What you doing there, Rigsby?
- Nothing.

He's trying to light the candle
with the power of his mind.

No, I wasn't.

Is that one of those
candles Jane used

on the talk show?

- Look, I know how he did that.
- Oh, yeah?

A candlewick dipped in liquid
phosphorous will spontaneously

burst into flame when it dries.
The oxygen hits the phosphorous.

Jane must've dipped
the kid's candle in the stuff

before he gave it to him.
Now the real trick, though..

...is in the timing,
which Jane nailed.

Hey. Where are we going
for lunch today?

- 'Napa.'
- 'Nice.'

Bye, guys.

[instrumental music]

Uh, excuse me, Patrick.
I was looking for you.

It seems they're gonna drop
the attempted murder charge.

The, uh, evidence tampering
is another matter

but my attorney's gonna
work out a deal for probation.

Well, that's-that's
very good for Jackson.

Yeah. I'm told that somebody
high up in your office

was very influential
with the DA.

Mm. Wasn't me.
Good to see you.

Yeah. But I brought
you a gift anyway.

Oh, listen, thank you,
but I-I can't--

Please? Please.

Okay.

- Should I open it now?
- No.

[dramatic music]

Was it worth it?

Was what worth it?

The man that killed
your wife no longer exists.

The time you took pursuing him.

The pain, the sacrifice,
was it worth it?

Yes, it was.

Thank you.

[music continues]

[theme music]